It’s tiring work to be a discipliner. Fluffs fight and argue and whine all throughout the process. But the results are pleasing.
Even the most stuck-up, stubborn, and entitled fluff can be disciplined.
Bloom, a light pinkish-red fluff. She’s spoiled, stubborn, and thinks she deserves the world.
Her owner, Anne, wants her fluff to behave.
The sorry box only does so much. So, in light of the situation, Anne has made a request to the local discipliner. But when the discipliner showed up, they weren’t what Anne was expecting. The discipliner was wearing all black, she had blue eyes and fairly pale skin.
Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had a nice smile on her face.
“Hello! I’m Luna, the fluffy discipliner. I saw your request about Bloom. Figured I’d come help.” Her tone was friendly.
Anne couldn’t help but smile back.
She welcomed Luna, but the pleasant atmosphere soon changed. “MAMMUH! BWOOM WAN SKETTIES, NAO!”
“That must be Bloom.” Luna stated.
Anne nodded her head and sighed. She led Luna to Bloom’s room. The state of the room was in utter chaos. Toys on the floor were scattered around, and toys she didn’t like were in the litter box. Her food bowl was flipped, and kibble littered the floor.
Anne wasn’t kidding about Bloom being spoiled. Luna gave Anne a reassuring look and told her she’d be done in a bit. Anne went off to have lunch, and Luna approached Bloom.
“You must be Bloom. Your momma told me all about you.” Luna said in a nice tone.
Bloom puffed up proudly. “Bwoom am most pwetty fwuffy ebah. Bwoom, get watebah Bwoom wan.” She boasted.
“Not today, you don’t. Not unless you clean up your mess.” Luna stated. Bloom huffed and sat on her haunches. Cleaning was beneath her. “Hmph! Bloom nu cwean. Mummah, do that.” Bloom said snobishly.
“It’s either you clean, or you get the sorry box.” Luna replied. Bloom scoffed and got up, making her way to the sorry box. She lifted a hind leg and kicked the box, barely moving it.
“Bwoom nu scawe ob sowwy box.” Bloom’s tone was confident. Luna smiled at this.
She had brought her own, special sorry box.
“I didn’t say that one, Bloom. I brought one from my own house. I haven’t had to use it in quite some time because my fluffies are good fluffies and do as they’re told.” She talked while setting up the sorry box. This sorry box was red with a built-in sorry stick. The sorry stick had a hard rubber (what’s the tip of a riding crop called?) on the tip.
Bloom huffed and walked to Lunas’ sorry box.
She kicked it, then sat down with her snoot in the air. Luna took Bloom by the scruff of her neck and put her in the sorry box.
Bloom started to complain, “Wet out! Wet out! Wet Bwoom out sowwy boxie, WITE NAO!”
Luna pressed a button on a remote, triggering the sorry stick to hit her.
Smack. “OWIES!”
Again. Smack. “OWIES! WET BWOOM OUT!”
And another. Smack! “Owwies! Bwoom sowwy! Bwoom be good fwuffy!” She cried.
Luna smiled and turned off the sorry stick. She picked up the kibble that was littered about, and turned over the food bowl. Then she went to get Bloom.
She picked up Bloom by her scruff, facing Luna. Blooms eyes were shut as Luna held Bloom over her litter box. “TAKE SOWWIEST POOPIES!” Bloom yelled. But she only hit her littler box. When Bloom opened her eyes, she was face to face with a smug Luna. She looked down and saw her. Sorry, poopies were in her litter box! “Did you really think I didn’t know you’d try that? I’ve disciplined many fluffies, and all of them have tried the same thing.” She said with a smug tone.
“Nice try, though! But now I have to punish you.” She emphasized the letter "I. "
Bloom soon found out that Luna hit MUCH harder than the sorry box.
Luna reached into her bag of punishment and pulled out a wooden ruler. She had filed down the metal edge for safety reasons. Didn’t want to accidentally cut anyone’s pet.
Luna raised the ruler slightly and brought it down swiftly on Bloom’s bottom three times.
Bloom was crying and holding her tail.
Luna set Bloom on the floor of her saferoom.
“Now that you know what that feels like, how bout you pick up those blocks on the floor.” Luna’s tone was firm. Bloom got to her hooves and went to the blocks. One by one, she took each block to her toy box and put it inside. Next was the doll, a stuffed animal, and finally, the ones in her litter box. Bloom hesitated with those, but she didn’t want to get hit again, so she took the not pretty toys out of the litter box.
“Good job, Bloom! Hand me those toys from the litter box, and I’ll wash them.” This time, Luna’s tone was happy and kind.
And as if on cue, Anne returned. She was surprised to see that Bloom’s room was clean.
“Luna, did you clean Bloom’s room?” Anne asked. Luna shook her head and pointed to Bloom. Anne looked at Bloom in surprise and smiled. She scooped up Bloom in her arms and gave her fluff a hug, saying what a good job she did. This made Bloom feel something different. She felt happy. Bloom was happy because she made her mummah happy.
This was nice.
Luna stepped into the bathroom to wash the dirty litter box toys. Anne went into the kitchen to prepare Bloom some well-earned sketties.
Luna returned the now clean toys to Bloom.
Bloom put them in the toy chest, earning a pat on the head from Luna. Luna gifted the ruler to Anne just in case Bloom started to act up again. Luna was paid, gave a goodbye to the two, and left for home.
(Thanks for reading! I’m a bit down today, but i wanted to post something. Hope you liked it!)