"Because your being naughty..." Tom replied, giving Marshall another spank "Maybe if you weren't such a brat I'd be more willing to get you more tarts..."
Tom grunted as Marshall butted his head into his chest, pushing the Eevee back off his lap "Mmm, do I though? What kind of trainer would I be if I let my 'Mon continuously talk back to me like this? I think someone needs to learn exactly what his place is..."
Tom moved over, kneeling down so his knee pressed down onto Marshalls chest "Now. You have two choices. Choice A. You keep being a bratty little 'Mon, and get no treats, and I give you to Saith for punishment. Or Choice B. You roll over, take your punishment now and behave like a good little boy, and you'll get treats."
Marshall winced slightly as Tom put his knee on his chest, his cheek puffing cutesy as he was threatened. He probably could have attacked from.this position and over took Tom...but then he wouldn't get any tarts. He growled and pushed up, moving his knee of his chest abd slowly rolled over.
Tom waited to see what Marshall would decide, but when the Eevee rolled over he grinned, waiting until Marshalls rear was held high before his hand moved to meet it with a loud Clap of a spank "There you go. Good boy, Marshy." Tom smirked, licking his lips "What flavour tart do you want again?"
"A sitrus berry, with lots of cream... Did I not give you enough cream earlier, you greedy thing?" Tom teased, striking Marshall again, and again, over and over until he stopped, finally satisfied with the bright red mark. He turned away, lifting the rooms phone to order the treat for Marshall.
Soon enough, the Sitrus Tart would be there, piled high with cream just as Marshall wanted. Tom handed it over with a smile, waiting for Marshalls thank you to let go.
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