"Y/n!" I'm pulled from my thoughts by Five.
"What?" I rub the sleep from my eyes.
"We were talking to you." Diego finished for him.
"About what exactly?"
"About how you keep talking to other guys." Diego ran a hand through his hair and Five took a sip of his coffee.
"But I don't ... I-I wouldn't," I start tearing up.
I have no idea how this came about, I recently woke up and now I was standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but Diego's over sized shirt and some pink fuzzy socks. I haven't even brushed my teeth when Five suggested that we talk.
Five walks over and pulls me close.
"I'm sorry, kitten. I didn't think you would get so worked up."
At this point I'm falling into petspace and all I want is to cuddle up with my sirs and be taken care of.
As if reading my mind, Diego picks me up and sits on the couch, placing me on his lap. Five leaves the room and comes back with my gear.
Diego puts my collar on me and makes sure it's not too tight. Five holds me down so Diego can brush my hair.
I start to struggle as Diego gently untangles my hair. I don't hate having my hair brushed, I just love being a bratt.
Five slaps my thigh.
"Bad kitty!" I hiss at him.
"No no!" He says. I nip at his fingers.
"Alright, that's it!" Diego flips me over on his lap.
"Count." He says in a low voice. He spanked me.
"One."
"What are you forgetting?" Five asks.
"Thank you sir."
"Two, thank you sir." This goes on until I reach ten. Diego flips me so that I'm sitting on his lap again and wraps me in a hug. Five strokes my hair, I try to nip at him again but he's quick this time and gives me a warning look. I give him an innocent smile.
"I thought you promised to be good."
