So, years ago, I came across some Kigo stories that evolved around Shego becoming Kim's pet. I think they had more of an effect on me that I first thought, but as time went on and stories were completed, it struck me that there was never any of them for one of the couples that my reading KP fanfic I really came to like Ron/Shego. Why there weren't I never could figure out, but I always wanted one. So, almost a decade later, in what can only be described as a fit of madness or mania...I wrote one.

Is it any good? I have no idea. It was one of those stories that wanted to be told. I have no idea what the ratings guidelines are anymore, because what was acceptable years ago may or may not be anymore, but I have done my best to keep to them. That being said, due to the themes in this story, it is M-rated so please be aware of that.

The whole story is complete, so as long as nothing happens to the files or myself, hopefully the whole thing will be published. I know well the pain of having a story you love reading die.

Please enjoy my humble efforts.

Steel Leashes

Chapter 1

Shego let out a deep groan and stretched as the alarm clock started blaring its too early, and too harsh call to a new day. While it wasn't for her and she could keep sleeping if she wanted to, it meant settling for cold left overs for breakfast rather than fresh cooked, and her 'master's' fresh cooking was very much worth losing a few hours of sleep.

She rolled onto her belly, arching up with her arms, her legs curling back as if to touch her head with her toes, letting out another deep groan, this one a bit more sensual. A familiar choking sound came from the opposite end of the bed as her 'master' watched. Under normal circumstances, even a few months ago, she would have alternatively blasted the observer with her plasma, or done something far more lascivious. For the moment though, she ignored both options in favor of stretching the other way, arching her back upwards. Sleeping at the foot of a bet wasn't always the most comfortable, so the show was only partially that.

"M-morning Sheila," Ron Stoppable, monkey master, graduating high school student, and her...owner, said sleepily as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Shego ignored the slight fluttering sensation when he said her name. Instead she turned to face him and crawled sensually up the bed, practically sliding her body over his, till she was right in his face, smirking. She'd started doing this every morning a week ago, doing her best to hide her laughter as he practically panicked, trying not to look down the loose tank top she worse to bed. Finally she was pressed close, her full breasts pressing lightly but firmly against his chest, her lips next to his ear.

"Morning, Master," she replied, her voice low and sensual. With her body all but pressed against him, she felt his reaction perfectly. Especially when he all but jumped, pressing his hips up into her. The movement was enough to press her more fully into him, and sent the little tags on her collar to jingling for a moment.

The noise made her freeze, for a moment, and she couldn't fight back the involuntary attempt to swallow a lump in her throat. She stiffened as she felt Ron's arms come up and hug her, pulling her against him, one hand coming to stroke her raven black hair gently.

"Shh, Sheila," Ron said softly, shifting to awkwardly hold her while twisting his hips away, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She let him pet her for a moment, then with an effort of will hooked her leg against his hip and pulled herself down on top of his hardness. He grunted, and wriggled as if to shift away but she held firm, even going so far as to press her teeth against his collarbone, which made him stop moving.

"You idiot," she said softly, pressing her hips against his, "This wasn't the issue."

"O-oh," Ron stammered. He'd frozen up as well, but started petting her hair when she bumped his jaw with her head.

Not that she could blame him for making the assumption, given the events that had led unto their current situation.

Two months ago, through some legal trickery she didn't understand, the UN had passed a law that had declared her, and a few other people, to basically be wild animals. It was still being fought over by various media pundits, and certain countries had argued over how binding the law was, but international organizations like Global Justice and INTERPOL were bound by it, and being a wanted criminal she'd gone from "capture alive or dead" to "be dissected or put down" over night. If she was lucky.

She'd spent the first month on the run, after a raid on Draken's lair had left it destroyed, and him hospitalized, unable to help her. Most of her villain contacts, those that weren't in the same boat, didn't want to deal with the extra heat if they didn't have to. Not that she could blame them, there seemed to be a real hard on for capturing her. They'd almost succeeded a month ago, going so far as to have her in cuffs. But one of the soldiers had decided he wanted a go at "the pretty green beast." In the ensuing fight, he'd almost succeeded too, but a pin had gotten pulled on someone's grenade. She managed to grab a parachute and get out of the plane as it exploded, landing near Middleton of all places.

Bleeding out, almost raped, with a sprained ankle and broken hand from where she'd slipped the cuffs, she'd desperately made her way to the house of Kim Possible, long time foe and most moral person she knew, passing out as she reached the door and begged for help.

She'd faded in and out for a while after that. Kim's mother, a doctor, had patched her up. They didn't call the cops, thankfully. It took two days for her to recover, at which point she discovered her fate might almost be as bad there as with GJ. Kim and her friends had come up with a solution.

"You're gonna have to be my pet," Kim said firmly. "If you're an animal, than someone can own you. They'd be responsible for you, but it also means that no one can just grab you up and put you down."

The cast on her hand was the only reason she didn't blaze up her plasma in anger. Ron had looked decidedly uncomfortable. Wade, Possible's tech genius, looked away with what looked like a blush. Kim looked calm, collected, and certain. She also had a bunch of legal papers for pet adoption.

"You want me to what!?" Shego had snarled with barely contained rage.

"It's simple," Kim said, completely nonchalant about the whole thing as she absently waved the papers around. "You're listed as a dangerous, wild animal. But if you get adopted as a pet, then you're not wild, and your owner can reasonably set up protections to prevent you from being a danger to society."

It turned into a giant argument, especially when it became clear that Kim planned to be the legal owner. Shego was damned if she got caught, but frankly she wasn't sure if that was a worse fate than being the Princess's pet. Who knew what "safety measures" the redhead would come up with, given she'd lied and chipped her "best friend" for years without him knowing. Still, part of her had to admit the logic was...mostly sound. If she was a pet, she was protected. The idea of being someone's pet stank all to hell, but it did beat being horribly abused in some lab until they killed her. At least, as long as it wasn't Kim who owned her. Draken was out, there wasn't anyone else she could trust, she thought.

Then she glanced at Ron, who had retreated to the far side of the room with Rufus. His pet. Who he adored, spoiled, and treated better than most people treated their fellow humans. Plus, he was a teen age boy. She could no doubt play him like an orchestra.

"Fine!" she snapped, "I'll do this stupid pet idea!" Kim practically glowed with victory, "But one one condition."

"Sure, what?" Kim asked graciously. Shego wanted to punch her in the face, but held back. This was gonna be hard enough.

"The Buffoon is my owner, not you," Shego said with as much ice as she could manage in her voice. Kim started to protest, but Shego cut her off. "He's already got one exotic pet, he's got a long history of taking care of it. You don't even have a fish to your name."

It had, of course, turned into another fight, but surprisingly Wade had joined in on her side. Ron, smartly, stayed out of it. She could almost respect that. Two hours later, thanks to Wade's computer skills, Kim's sullen capitulation, and a drone dropping off a fancy collar that "suppressed" her powers for her and a bracelet that controlled the collar for Ron, she was registered as the exotic pet of one Ron Stoppable.

It turned out, her choice in owner was super lucky. Ron's parents were basically never home because of his dad's job. He had a fenced in back yard that Wade easily set up with a secondary electrical fence to "keep her contained." Turned out the collar had a shock feature, which she was pissed about but that the tech boy had insisted was "required" assuming she didn't want to be kept in an actual cage.

She'd noticed his blush when he mentioned that.

The collar had come with two sets of tags, with her new "name" along with her owner's information. Of course her new name was in fact her birth name, Sheila. Kim had wanted "Shegaroo," back when she was planning on owning the former villain. Wade had suggested Firefly for some reason she didn't understand or care to question. When Shego had pressed Ron for his suggestion, both with a sense of dread and the hope that a man who would name a mole rat Rufus would come up with something that wasn't humiliating, he'd merely asked what she wanted to be called. Faced with the unexpected, but welcomed opportunity, she'd said Shego. When that was shot down for various reasons, namely instantly alerting everyone where she was before the paperwork could go through and protect her, she'd defaulted to Sheila.

She'd completely freaked out when Ron put the collar on her the first time after they got to his house. She could feel her powers, and the collar did nothing to reduce her enhanced strength or healing, but when she couldn't unleash her plasma and realized how helpless she really was...it hadn't been pretty. The feeling of being trapped and powerless suddenly opened up something dark in her mind. Everything she'd been able to write off, the weeks of being hunted, the GJ agent trying to rape her, the knowledge her life was functionally over, maybe forever, suddenly dawned on her. What she'd been able to ignore in the face of her powers, suddenly slammed into her like a freight train, and opened up a bottomless abyss beneath her psychological feet.

That was when they'd also discovered the shock feature to her collar. She'd panicked, hard. The collar could apparently read her bio-signs and, detecting what it felt was an attempt to escape as she clawed at the damn thing and her emotions and adrenaline spiked, had shocked her into submission. She'd fallen, screaming in agony as the electrical charges arched her into a bow of pain and humiliation. Thankfully Ron managed to turn if off, but she'd almost instantly associated the jingling of her name tags with the shock as they kept ringing and ringing as she thrashed on the ground. A Pavlov's bell of pain and shame.

She'd came back to herself hearing Ron screaming at Wade over the shock's power. Her head was on his lap, one hand stroking her hair, his other holding the arm to her broken hand so she didn't smash it into anything again. It was the first time in years she could remember anyone taking care of her, and she later suspected some part of her broke without her realizing it.

She'd watched, silently, as Ron made Wade guide him through using the bracelet, adjusting the settings. She could still be shocked, much to her horror and Ron's displeasure, but now it wouldn't leave her basically having a seizure. She'd know she'd been hit, but it was more like the lower settings on a dog's shock collar, rather than six tasers. Ron made sure to show her all the settings, stroking her hair and apologizing her for hurting her. He even set it so she could use her plasma in a limited amount. She'd settled for nodding as she sniffed back the tears, hiding how scared the collar made her.

Laws or no laws, she'd do anything she had to to convince him to just put a normal dog collar on her and get rid of this damn thing as soon as she could. The Buffoon was nice, but that was too much power over her for her to trust anyone with it. But even she admitted it would take a while, and there was no doubt going to be a shit storm over his owning her.

She'd been right about that. But somehow, Possible knew enough powerful people, and they all owed her favors, that it blew over. Frankly it was a bit terrifying, learning Kim was that well connected. If Kim ever wanted her gone, Shego suspected it could happen far, far to easily.

Which is when she'd come up with The Plan.

It was very clear that Ron loved Rufus and would do literally anything for him and to protect him. Given she had no idea how long these stupid laws making her an animal would last, and what she knew of legal cases going through the courts, she highly doubted it would end any time soon, she could be at the mercy of the Possible team for a long time. And given she'd already thwarted Kim's attempt to own her, their long rivalry, and her obvious dislike of Ron owning Shego while being connected around the globe, there was only one person she could count on to even have a chance at protecting her. Stoppable.

So, she had to make him love her. As a pet, or a woman, she wasn't even sure she cared, but he had the controls to the damn collar and he was the only real hope she had of staying safe, and his good nature wasn't something she trusted alone. She'd seen too many good and nice people manipulated into doing hurtful things before. Convince a good person that an action, no matter how cruel, was good and they'd probably do it.

So, at three weeks into his owning her, she started. Thankfully he was eighteen, though she wasn't sure that mattered since she was technically an animal. Which might complicate things. One problem at a time, she told herself. Besides, it was an international law, not one in the USA. She was sure there was a loophole somewhere that would keep them safe, or Ron or Wade could do something. Right now she was terrified for herself, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Can we go shopping?" Shego asked her owner, twisting to look over the back of the sofa as he came out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal. Fearless Ferret was playing on the TV, and she could tell he'd been planing on another Saturday morning of watching the old superhero show. She didn't care for it, but as she'd reminded herself yet again, she was a pet and pets had to tolerate certain things. "I need some clothes and other essentials."

Ron came around the sofa and sat down next to her, looking thoughtful and blushing. She was dressed in one of his jerseys, and a pair of really old pants Anne Possible, Kim's mother had donated, but other than the tattered remains of her costume and some hand-me-down underwear, she didn't have anything to wear other than the collar. With the drama of the last three weeks, they'd all felt it best to keep her inside his house and out of sight. But even Ron could tell she was going stir crazy and needed things.

The first problem was according to Wade, she had to be on a leash. A plasma proof one had been given to them, and it could even extend out to ten feet. But Ron had been super embarrassed when he even considered it. Shego had looked pretty pissed as well, at the idea.

"Uh, I don't suppose shopping online is an option?" He asked, nervously. Shego gave him a hard stare, shifting so she was kneeling on the sofa next to him and pinning him with her dark green eyes as she leaned in.

"I've been stuck here for three weeks," she said softly but firmly, "And while you have no idea how grateful I am that you're keeping me safe, if I don't get out of this house I am going to start burning things"

Ron gulped, "T-the leash," he manage to croak out.

Shego glared at him for a moment, then hopped off the sofa and went to the entry way. The leash was hanging off a coat hook. She glared at it for a moment. It was humiliating. It made her angry. It showed everyone she wasn't Shego, villainess extraordinaire, that she was Sheila, a damn pet.

Ron's pet, she told her self, taking a deep breath.

Ron, the young man who was risking a lot to keep her safe. Ron, the man, she needed to love her so he would keep risking so much, so she didn't get locked away, carved up, and slaughtered. Slowly, she picked up the leash. 'Ron's pet,' she told herself. 'You have to be Ron's pet to live, and you desperately want to live.'

Ron was watching the show when she came back. He didn't seem to notice her, which annoyed her to no end. Still, she bit back the feeling and focused on what she needed to do. One hand in front of the other, alternating her legs, she crawled around the sofa, the leash held in her teeth.

If she was annoyed that he didn't notice her at first, she had to fight back the laughter as he shrieked and almost jumped over the back of the sofa once he did. She knelt beside him, her breasts pressed forwards between her arms, leash in her teeth, looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes. "Pwease take me shopping," she said, the leash slurring her words. It made her cheeks heat up and she had to fight back the plasma.

Ron stared at her, completely frozen, mouth gaping open in what she figured was shock. As the moment dragged on longer and longer, she cut the puppy dog eyes and practically growled at him.

That shocked him back to life and he numbly took the leash from her mouth. "Uh, yeah, right," he stuttered, "let me go grab my wallet and keys."

Shego slumped after he left the room. Her pride burned at the humiliation of what she'd just done and she bit back a couple tears. 'Ron's pet,' she told herself, 'or the lab.' The yawning, black abyss lurked under her, waiting to consume her mind and soul.

Almost worse than begging with a leash was actually having to walk around wearing it. Thankfully she'd managed to convince him to drive one of his family's spare cars rather than his 'theoretical' moped. It had required only a minimal amount of threats and more the logic of how impossible it would to actually carry multiple bags on it.

They'd ended up at Smarty Mart, because that's where Ron shopped. She'd have preferred club banana, but she had to admit that Ron was buying which meant he got to pick and she had no real right to ask him to splurge on her. It still stung though, coming down so far. Still, she was grateful in a way that with the number of odd characters at the store, the sight of a high school kid walking a slightly older woman on a leash didn't draw as much attention as she feared it might.

Of course, some of the things she needed to get were a bit embarrassing. Beyond her feminine hygiene products, Wade had also given them a list of "pet supplies" they had to own for her, including food and water dishes, and a crate. Trying to size that had been very embarrassing and she hoped Ron never actually had to put her in it.

Finally they got to the clothing section. He wasn't allowed to go into the changing booth with her, and she wasn't allowed off the leash, so she had to guess at some of the sizes. Everything was cheap compared to what she normally spent on clothes. Still, she knew Ron didn't have a lot of money.

Making sure no one was paying much attention to them, she pressed close to his side, "How much can I spend," she said, then after a pause that felt like forever as she gathered her will, "Master?"

Ron choked hard and went ridged. It was actually kind of adorable, Shego thought before she crushed the feeling. "Uh...go..go ahead and get what you need," he stammered, "just...don't go too crazy."

Shego nodded, and started looking around, aware of the leash tugging on her collar ever now and then as Ron dragged the cart along. She decided to prioritize. Underwear, obviously, but sexy stuff. She wanted to look as hot and desirable as she could, at least within the limited and cheap offerings of Smarty-mart. She needed some clothes to keep Kim off her back, no point getting the princess upset and poisoning her efforts with Ron, but then she also needed clothes that made sure he noticed her.

She took her time, reveling in being outside the house, even if it was on the leash. With limited options, she needed everything to be as perfect as it could be. A couple dresses, one green, one black. Black and green panties, including thongs. Bras, lacy and sleek. Different shorts, some pants. Ron even took her to get some different shoes. They were terrible, but it was better than going barefoot.

Finally, she decided to take pity on the buffoon, who had managed to reach a state of absolute boredom and embarrassment from holding her leash the entire time. She jolted him back to awareness by pressing her breasts against his arm. "I'm finished," she purred, gathering herself again before saying, "Master."

"Oh, right? Great!" Her crimson owner said, before practically dragging her through the checkout and then home.

Shego practically wriggled in pleasure as she pulled her new clothes out of the drier. It was surprising how much happier these cheap things were making her, but given the last two months she wrote it off as finally getting some stability in her life. A quick glance out the door into the hallway showed Ron was no where around, so she stripped and eagerly slid into a black thong, followed by a pare of small green exercise shorts. A bit of digging found a low cut tank top with the word "poison" on it, which she slipped on as well. Everything was tight, with top being a touch too tight, but she wrote it off with a sigh. Tight showed things off, which she needed, and trying things on hadn't been an option. She'd deal with it for now, and next time Master took her shopping she'd adjust what she bought.

Gathering up the rest of her clothes, she put them in a basket and took them up to Ron's room. He'd been kind enough to empty out a drawer for her to use, so she folded away her new clothes and put them away. She'd been sleeping in the guest room, it was also being used to store so much stuff there wasn't any room for her keep anything other than on the floor, so somewhere in his room was their only real option.

Standing up and turning around, she spotted the cage they'd bought, assembled at the foot of Ron's bed. She felt a chill go through her at the idea of being kept in it. Wade had explained that there were times where she probably would have to be, but she swore she was going to do everything not to have that happen. Looking at the crate she, she felt the floor opening up under her feet. Then her gaze shifted to Ron's bed. Pet's slept in crates, true, but more often pets slept with their owners. An idea started to form in her head.

Before she could dwell on the buried terror the cage made her feel, the smell of garlic and tomatoes wafted into the upstairs room and she felt her stomach growl. Time to see if her shopping was going to have the desired effect. So she steeled herself and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Even here though, were fresh reminders of her status. The food and water bowls were on the floor. There was water in the appropriate one too. She felt a chill, wondering if Ron was going to expect her to eat and drink from them.

Ron caught her looking at them and she jumped when his hand gently rested on her shoulder. Her eyes met his, and she swallowed at the kindness in them. "They're just a formality," he said softly, guiding her to the table and gently pushing her into a chair. He didn't go back to the stove until she gave him a small, silent nod.

Shortly thereafter, they dug into the spaghetti and garlic bread, and Shego had to fight back an annoying thought that had started popping up in her head over the las couple weeks that honestly being a pet wouldn't be so bad if she got to eat Ron's amazing cooking every night. Hell, even eating it out of the pet bowl might be worth it. Of course, she needed to be careful, or else she'd become a fat pet too. Even with all the energy her plasma could burn off, she needed to be careful. Getting fat would hurt the plan.

She also notice that Ron had trouble taking his eyes off her during the whole meal. She thought about teasing him over it, but worried if she went too far, too fast, it would screw things up. If the Princess thought she was manipulating Ron, she might try to do something to stop it. So maybe it was better to act as if absolutely everything was normal and she didn't notice? Still, she shifted a bit so her breasts were just a little bit more noticeable, and when she insisted on collecting the plates and washing them, she put a little bit more swing into her hips.

It was about half an hour after Ron went to bed that she strolled into his room. Thankfully it was warm, or what she was doing would have sucked.

"Sheg-Sheila?" Ron asked sleepily, sitting up and watching her as she slinked sensually into the room. "What's up? Do you need something?"

"No," she said, moving to where the light from the window showed her off. In one smooth motion she stripped off her shorts. She could practically feel Ron's eyes trying to take in all of her. She turned to face him, swaying across the floor. His bed was a queen sized, the cage was pressed against the wall and only came halfway down the width, so she easily ignored it as she crawled onto the bed. She could feel his breathing getting faster and faster. If she wanted to, she could seduce him, here and now. She doubted he would stop her.

Part of her wanted to. The scared part. The part that wanted to make sure she was safe and secure. Strike now, take him, make him her pet, drunk and addicted to her. She crushed that part. If she did that, Kim would have her head, and a single night's lay couldn't secure Ron's loyalty in the face of that.

Still, she'd crawled up to his knees before she paused. Her green eyes blazed in the dark.

"Shego?" Ron said softly.

Pulling herself together, she gave him a smirk, though how well he could see it in the dark she didn't know. "Good pets sleep with their Masters," she purred, lowering herself down. She could feel his legs through the blanket as she slowly drew herself away. He made another choking sound as she curled up on the foot of the bed, her back facing him. When he didn't move for several minutes, Shego wriggled enough that he could feel it through the mattress.

"Goodnight, Master," she said softly.

"Uh, goodnight, Sheg-Sheila..." Ron replied softly before moving back under the covers.

The next night she simply went to bed when he did, making sure watched as she stripped off her pants, leaving her only in a tight top and panties, before curling up on the foot of the bed. And the next, the following morning she started stretching for him. Though initially it had been because her back was stiff as all hell from having slept wrong, but when she saw his reaction to her and his inability to look away, she'd added more of a show to it.

And then after almost a week of sleeping at his feet and stretching for him, she'd crawled up him. One more step in the plan, one more type of teasing. Sinking her proverbial claws deeper into him. Only to have the jangling of her name tags give her flashbacks to the collar shocking her and drive her into a fit of terror.

Still, his hand stroking her hair was incredibly soothing. Too soothing, as she felt herself melting against his hard body. An involuntary sigh poured out of her, her grip loosening on him. It made him twitch against her and his hand paused in its caresses. She bumped his jaw with her head again. "Pets, now," she all but growled, surprising herself as much as him, but he started up again.

"So...if it wasn't...you know..." Ron asked softly.

Shego felt herself stiffen slightly. Did she trust him enough to say? He held her life in her hands, it's not like he couldn't screw her already. And he'd been nothing but kind. She swallowed.

"T-the name tags," she said softly. "Sometimes when they jungle...it reminds me of the shock going off."

"Oh," she felt him stiffen, and not in the horny way, before his other arm wrapped around her with surprising tightness, "I didn't know." He said, "Does it happen often?"

She nodded. It did, more than she liked to admit. Especially when he was gone to school and she was left by herself and forgot enough to not control their movements.

"Okay," he said, stroking her hair, "I'll see if i can find something to keep them from doing that to you. I think i saw tags with rubber edges, we can see if that helps if you like?"

She almost pulled back to look in his eyes. Instead, she pressed her face against the side of his neck and nodded. Okay, this was absolutely not part of the plan. The plan did not involve feeling safe in his arms. It did not involve the kind of weakness that needing comforting. But it was really, really comforting to be held like this. So was the petting.

She felt him look at the clock and curse, "Crap, I have to get started or I'll be late for school," he grumbled.

A devilish feeling made its way through her. She didn't want the petting to stop. And from the hardness pressed against her, Ron liked petting her too. Shego tightened her legs. "No," she mock pouted, "Stay. Pets."

"Sheila, I have to get up," Ron grumbled, trying to push her off. "Especially if you want breakfast."

"Pets," she said, hiding her evil grin against his shoulder as she pressed tighter.

"Now, Sheila," Ron said, the firmness of his voice surprising her as his hands moved to her waist and pushed.

"No," she said, resisting, absently noting his hands felt really strong.

"Now, bad Sheila," Ron said, "Off."

Shego was ready to keep clinging when to her shock she felt his hand land on her ass. And not in a grabbing it while trying to move her way. In an honest, open handed slap. She arched up with a yelp and stared down at him in shock. He'd spanked her!

He looked just as shocked.

Part of her wanted to light up her hands and go at him. No one just spanked her! That was not the way things worked. Another part of her was too shocked that Ron, the buffoon, had had the balls to spank her. She didn't think he had it in him. But her slightly stinging butt told her he did.

Before she could gather her wits, he'd managed to wriggle out from under her and flee the room, leaving her sitting there in shock. The morning had certainly not gone the way she'd expected it too.

Breakfast was slightly awkward. Ron refused to look at her while he cooked and then served scrambled eggs and toast. For her part, Shego found herself feeling reserved and conflicted. The Plan was all about making Ron love her in some capacity, be it woman or pet. It was also about exerting one of the few sources of power and influence she still had. It was not about wanting cuddles, pets, or anything like that.

There was another thing though. Ron was supposed to be her protector, but he was so passive part of her really wondered if he could do it. Spanking her wasn't passive though. Intentionally planned or not, that took guts. She watched him through her lashes as she sipped her coffee. Maybe there was more too him than a push over. Part of her hoped so.

Still, leaving thing awkward like this while he went to school might mean he blabbed to the Princess what happened, which would make Kim start asking questions about why she was in Ron's bed. So Shego swallowed her pride and decided to do what she needed to, or thought she needed too.

Ron was headed to the door when she lightly grabbed his arm. He looked at her nervously, "Uh, Sheila, I need to get going," he said softly, as if she might get mad.

She swallowed, and steeled herself. "I know," she said, looking him in the eyes. "I just...I was a bad girl this morning. Please don't go away mad."

Ron blinked at her. And blinked. "Uh...what?" He stammered.

Shego took a deep breath. This was going to be harder than she thought. She pressed against him bringing out her puppy dog eyes. "Please don't be mad at me? I know I didn't listen to you when you said to get off, I just..." she paused, finding it hard to get out that she had actually enjoyed being pet by him. Not because they were false, but because they were too true. It been so, so very long since she'd had anyone show real care and affection for her. She found herself looking away, unable to keep up the pout.

"Oh," Ron said, and she felt his hand come up to pet her head. "I...I'm not mad. I figured you were mad at me because I...well...you know."

Shego swallowed a lump and managed to look up at him with a slightly cheeky smile,"Because you spanked me?" she said, leaning in towards him. She could work with this.

"Y-yeah," Ron said, turning crimson and looking away.

"But bad girls are supposed to be spanked...Master," she said, keeping close and smirking, "Even if they are just pets."

Ron looked her in the eyes and she saw several emotions running through them. Part of her was worried that she didn't know what they were. "You're not just a pet," Ron said, softly but with surprising firmness emphasizing the last part."

Shego felt shocked,"Huh?"

His hand felt suddenly firm on her head. "You are not just a pet," Ron said, with the same softness, "So don't you sell yourself short like that."

Before she could say anything, a car-horn blared outside, making them both jump slightly. "Crap that's Kim, I gotta go!" Ron said hurriedly. "Be a good girl while I'm gone!"

The door slammed shut behind him before Shego managed a soft, "Okay..."