Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 1

Prelude

S.M. Wolf

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Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Dsciplinarian and this story are copyrighted 2016 by S.M. Wolf. This story may not be reproduced in part or in whole without prior, written permission of the author. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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One might wonder how I receive my appointment to the Vulpine Reformatory School. The answer is simple.

I bought it.

And why not? Becoming an instructor who really did not have to teach at one of these reformatory schools gave one unlimited access to an entire school filled with dogs and vixens. It was a veritable buffet of eighteen- to twenty-three-year-old judicially imprisoned de facto sex slaves. So long as there were no pregnancies and the "students" could walk out the front door when they graduated, no questions were ever asked by the authorities or the public. We were just doing a good job correcting these lawless miscreants, in their eyes.

What better place was there for a rich, bored, horny bisexual twenty-eight-year old male wolf to be?

I am a trained science teacher, so there was little trouble getting me suitably accredited and installed for the start of the Fall term. I arrived a few days early and settled into my quarters. They were much more extensive than the average boarding school teacher quarters. The front was a large room furnished as a combination office and schoolroom. I was expected to teach there when students needed some special attention. I could also call a student in for "consultation", if needed.

Two hallways led off the back of the front room. The one on the left had five small bedrooms with a bathroom on the left side. Each bedroom was furnished with a full-size bed, a wardrobe and a desk with chair. The right hallway led back to my rather large bedroom with greatly oversize Gothic-style bed on the right,

Between the two hallways was a room unique to the school, the Punishment Room. For lack of a better term, it was a dungeon for punishing students. It was only partially equipped with a pillory, spanking bench and whipping post for furniture and a rudimentary selection of canes, paddles and whips. There were also a small variety of phallic devices and gags. I had a surprisingly large allowance for equipping the dungeon as well as access to my own personal resources.

I even got a government discount from several BDSM suppliers.

While familiarizing myself with the school and its grounds as well as preparing my classroom, I was keenly aware of the many foxes watching me. As a new teacher, I was an unknown entity. That each classroom had a spanking bench with several implements of punishment at the front for corporal punishment before the class was no doubt one of the main reasons that they were so interested in me. Would I be a harsh taskmaster prone to beatings, or could they perhaps get by with some things in my class that they could not do elsewhere? Moreover, would I send them to the Disciplinarian for much more severe punishments?

No doubt, they were taking the measure of me as I prepared for classes.

Monday morning came all too soon. I rose, dressed in my teacher's robes and took breakfast in the dining hall. There were several long rows of tables at the back of the hall. This was where the general students, who made up most of the foxes, sat. In the front were several smaller tables for the faculty. Each faculty member had their own, and it came with five additional seats. My table was the only one without those seats being filled by dogs and vixens. Those were the teacher's special students, their harem, as it were.

All of the foxes in the dining hall wore the school uniforms. For the dogs, it consisted of a white dress shirt, a thin black tie and black dress pants. For the vixens, it was a white shirt and tie like the males with a knee-length dress instead of pants. As I ate, I idly speculated how many of the foxes were not wearing underclothes. I suspected that I would learn the answer that first week of classes.

After washing up, I went to my classroom and waited for my students. A half hour after breakfast finished, the thirty students of my first class filed in. They quickly took their assigned seats without saying a word or making a sound.

When the bell sounded, I said, "Open your books to page one and take out a pencil and paper to take notes. We will begin this term with basic chemistry..."

The hour-long class progressed quickly as I started into the concept of elements. Most of the students were attentive, but one small dog red fox at the center of the back row was very obviously not paying attention to class. After nearly an hour of this, I glanced at my seating chart for his name.

"Mister Walter, am I boring you?" I drawled.

The entire room froze.

"No, Sir!" he answered in a voice that cracked in fear.

"Remain after class. I want to discuss your behavior with you," I ordered him.

The remainder of the class was very attentive but even after this obvious warning, Mister Walter continued to appear bored and unconnected with the material.

When the bell rang, the class rose and quickly filed out. Mister Walter also stood. I raised an eyebrow as he went and closed the door behind the last of his classmates.

"Mister Walter, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I need to talk with you privately, Sir," he said in a much more urgent and confident voice. "This may be my only chance."

I sat back in my chair and looked at him.

"What do we need to discuss that is so important, Mister Walter?"

Mister Walter surprised me by starting to remove his clothing. He took off his shirt and tie, folded them neatly and set them on my desk. His pants came down and were folded and placed on my desk as well.

"And why are you disrobing, Mister Walter?"

Mister Walter climbed onto the spanking bench. It brought his face even with mine. He lifted his tail high in the air.

"I need a cover for being here, Sir. Being punished while we talk serves that purpose. It also serves other purposes.

"Please beat me, Sir."

That was a rather unusual request for a fox to his teacher, but I set it aside for the moment. I did glance at the door. I could see several other foxes outside the classroom, staring at Mister Walter through the large window in the door.

I remained seated and did nothing. Instead, I asked him, "Again, Mister Walter, what is so important for us to discuss?"

Mister Walter looked me in the eyes and said, "Every teacher can have up to five special students. They are the teacher's personal harem.

"I and four of my friends want to be your students."

I cocked my head and asked, "Why? You surely know what happens to those students?"

"Yes, Sir. They are beaten, raped and even tortured.

"But they also receive a certain level of protection. Other teachers defer to you in their punishments. Other foxes know not to touch them.

"My friends and I are young and small. We are going to go through hell at the paws of the other foxes unless we get protection from a teacher. You are the only new teacher this term, and you are the only teacher with five open slots. We want you to pick us."

I said nothing, just looked at him.

"Please, Sir!" he implored me.

I still remained silent, just watching him.

Tears started to trickle down his cheeks. It was clear that he was dead serious about this.

I stood and turned to the board. There were several punishment tools prominently displayed beside the chalkboard. I selected a small paddle, about three-inches wide and a foot long.

Mister Walter watched as I slowly walked to stand beside his left flank.

"Head forward, Mister Walter," I said in a distracted tone. I was considering his offer and its implications.

Mister Walter turned and pointed his muzzle forward. I reached out and ran my left paw over his ass. His fur was silky smooth while his butt was hard and tight. I looked between his legs. He had a smallish sheath. His testicles were pulled up tight against his body as was typical of dogs. I pulled on his left ass cheek a bit to open his crack. Hidden between them was a small, pink anus, ripe for raping.

I let go of Mister Walter and stood back a bit.

"You are an impertinent young fox, Mister Walter. I think that you deserve a half dozen swats to that ass of yours!" I said sternly.

I had deliberately raised my voice so that it would carry. Sneaking a glance through the window, I saw several foxes including five larger males staring at Mister Walter. They obviously had hears what I had said, and most of them were grinning broadly in anticipation of the show that was to come.

I grabbed Mister Walter's tail and bent to back over his back rather severely.

"So what do _I_get out of this arrangement, Mister Walter?" I asked as I raised the paddle.

"Five willing sex slaves - YIP!"

Mister Walter's unplanned cry came as I struck his ass hard with the paddle. While I actually did not think he deserved a punishment, it was obvious that one was expected. I struck as hard as I would for a true transgression, which no doubt produced quite a bit of pain.

It certainly produced some nice gyrations of his hips.

"Continue, Mister Walter, but be quick," I instructed him.

"We will be your loyal serv- YIP! - ants. We will not complain regardless of what you do - YIP! - to us. We will gladly lift our tails and let you - YIP! - do as you please. The vixens will also open their legs and take your knot - YIP! - without complaint. All of us will open our muzzles and swallow - YIP! - every drop of ever load you want to give us."

I let go of Mister Walter's tail and stepped back.

"Stand up and put on your clothes," I ordered him.

Mister Walter looked crestfallen as he complied. I could not help but notice as he pulled up his pants that his cock was unsheathed and his knot was fully formed. Apparently, the young dog fox enjoyed some rough play with wolves.

I returned the paddle to its hook and sat back down. I had an open period next, and I was thinking seriously about going into that science supply room to relieve the tightness in my crotch.

"You are dismissed, Mister Walter," I told him when he was dressed.

He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and pleaded, "Please, Sir!"

"I said that you are dismissed, Mister Walter!" I told him brusquely.

Mister Walter turned and walked out of the room the epitome of a dejected fox - head bowed, ears down, shoulders drooped and tail dragging along the floor. I thought he looked rather cute, but I was not about to tell him that.

The door closed behind the dog fox. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts of sexual release that I nearly missed the sudden movement outside the door. One of the larger foxes grabbed Mister Walter and threw him against the wall. Two others held him there.

My ears perked up. I could not hear what was happening, but it was obvious that Mister Walter was in trouble.

I turned away. The infighting of foxes was none of my business.

I glanced back through the window. The two ruffians holding Mister Walter against the wall grabbed his arms and started to frog march him down the hall. Three others went in front, clearing the crowded halls filled with students at their lockers and going to classes.

I tapped my nails on the desk for several seconds. It was really no business of mine if these five dogs were going to beat up Mister Walter and probably rape him as well, was it?

I sighed. Having a conscience was a bitch at times.

I rose and went into the hallway. I could see Mister Walter and his abductors at the other end of the hallway. They turned to the right. All the students in the hallways were watching them go by, chattering noisily as they speculated about what would happen to Mister Walter when the other dogs got him to wherever they were taking him.

"Excuse me," I said pointedly to several foxes blocking the hallway. They turned, took one look at my robes and immediately parted.

I walked as quickly as possible through the hallway, often having to speak sternly to students to clear my path. It took me some time to catch up to the group I was tailing, but it was easy enough to track them by watching where the other students were looking.

I caught up to the six dog foxes outside the door to the janitor's closet near the gymnasium. They apparently had not considered that a teacher might be following them. One of the lackey dogs opened the door to the closet, turned and came muzzle to chest with my robes. The look of terror on his face when he looked up and saw me scowling at him was classic.

The leader, who had still not turned and seen me, asked, "Barry, what the heck are you doing? Get going!"

In a loud, stentorian voice I asked, "What are you doing with my student?"

That certainly got the attention of all the abductors. They turned and stared in terror at me as I stood with crossed arms, glaring at them.

None of them spoke.

"Well?" I asked in the same tone. I ran my gaze from terrified face to terrified face, demanding an answer.

I pointed at the leader and asked firmly, "What is your name?"

He froze for a moment, but then stuttered out, "Fa- Farley, Sir."

"Mister Farley, I asked you a question. You will answer me. What are you doing with my student?"

I stared at him hard.

Mister Farley obviously knew he was screwed. So did Miser Walter. I saw a brief flash of a grin before he schooled his features. There was also a look of triumph in his eyes. I filed that away for future reference before turning my full attention back to Mister Farley.

"I am not getting any younger here!" I said pointedly.

Mister Farley finally found his voice.

"We... we were just walking to class with Walter, Sir, and-"

"Do you really think me to be that stupid, Mister Farley?" I asked in a condescending voice.

Mister Farley gulped. He knew that he had only made things worse.

"No, Sir."

The bell signaling three minute to the start of classes rang.

"Mister Farley, you and your companions will report to the Disciplinarian after classes for punishment. Your friends will receive three dozen strokes with a cane for kidnapping Mister Walter. You will receive six dozen strokes, three for abducting my student and three for lying about it.

"Now get to class!"

The five dogs turned and ran, leaving Mister Walter standing unhurt.

"Sir, I-," he began.

"Get to class, Mister Walter."

He turned and started to walk away, obviously distraught.

"And after dinner," I added, "bring your friends to my quarters. I expect you to be there promptly at seven with text books and assignments."

Mister Walter half turned. He stared at me in seeming disbelief for a moment, before his muzzle broke out into a huge smile.

"Yes, Sir!" he said.

"This is only a discussion of possibilities, Mister Walter," I said in a lower voice. "Not a commitment. You and your friends are going to have to earn your positions."

He swallowed and nodded once before running to class. I suspected his ass would be paddled again shortly for being late, but I also suspected he would not mind it much for multiple reasons.

The rest of the school day was rather uneventful, though it was clear that news of what had happened swept the school quickly. There were a lot of whispers and stares wherever I went. I chose to ignore them. At lunch, they rose considerably as I ate alone again. Apparently, there was a lot of speculation among not only the students but also the faculty about what was happening.

Classes ended at three o'clock. I meandered to the Punishment Hall. As was my right as a teacher, I could watch the day's punishments by the Disciplinarian. Today, I had the added incentive of watching Mister Farley and his crew being caned.

"Good afternoon," the Disciplinarian said when I entered the hall. She was a rather muscular wolfess with a beautiful gray coat. Unlike teachers, she wore a bright red robe to denote her unique position in the school.

I looked around. The hall was a circular chamber thirty feet in diameter. There were two levels. The main floor was for the discipline. A mezzanine level overlooking the main floor accommodated spectators who came to watch the duly directed punishment of wayward foxes. Above the mezzanine was a tall row of windows circling the base of a dome that let in the afternoon sunlight.

"Good afternoon," I replied as I looked up. This was the first time that I had actually been in the hall. I noted the murals done with lavish artistic care of various famous punishments that decorated the done. I smiled as I realized that foxes had been substituted for other species as the punishees in several scenes.

"You created quite a stir today," she noted drily.

I looked back at her and laughed.

"I imagine that I did!" I commented wryly.

She laughed as well.

After a moment, she asked, "Would you like to help me prepare?"

"Of course!" I said enthusiastically.

A list of foxes and their punishments had been delivered to the Disciplinarian. She handed me two pages. I glanced at them and saw that they were marked "3" and "4".

"First day of classes is always a busy day. You would think that they would have remembered how to behave, but somehow they manage to lose everything we teach them in the week between Summer and Fall sessions," she commented drolly when she saw my scrutiny of the list.

"It certainly looks like it," I commented as I read down the list of punishments. There were going to be many sore asses at dinner tonight.

We quickly setup four spanking horses and placed tables beside them. Her students arrived and helped lay out the specified instruments of punishment. Most were to receive a caning. Some were to be paddled. A couple of the older foxes were to receive a tawse. I noted that some were also listed as being gagged while others were to receive a dildo or butt plug. In all, it appeared that this was to be a most interesting afternoon, even without the added bonus of Mister Farley and his companions.

The foxes started to file in a few minutes before four o'clock. Most looked resigned to their fate, but some looked scared. They all removed their clothes and set them aside as they waited near the entrance for their names to be called. When Mister Farley appeared, he seemed terrified by my presence on the punishment floor.

"I guess it is time for me to get upstairs. I want to get a good spot to watch certain punishments," I told the Disciplinarian with a wink.

She looked at me and said slyly in a low voice that the students could not hear, "The best view is the one you get when you give the strokes out."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, don't look at me like that! We all enjoy doing it, or we wouldn't be here! It's one of the perks we get.

"So, do you want to give Mister Farley and his friends their strokes?" she asked somewhat pointedly.

I smiled and quietly replied, "Of course!"

"Take the fourth spanking horse and have fun," she told me before turning to the students and calling out loudly, "Miss Abigail! Position one. Miss Briallen! Position two. Miss Crystin! Position three."

Three naked vixens meekly walked across the cold tile floor and bent over the spanking horses. I briefly looked at their exposed pink slits and anal roses and imagined what was to happen to them soon. I felt a movement in my sheath, but I chose to ignore it for now.

I picked up a long, supple cane and cut the air with it experimentally. It made such a nice sound.

"Mister Farley!" I called out. "Position four."

Mister Farley took one look at me standing there ready to cane him and did the unthinkable. He turned and tried to run.

He did not get far. Several of the larger male staff members stationed by the door grabbed him and forced him to the ground. The other foxes watched as he was brought kicking and screaming to stand before the Disciplinarian.

"Mister Farley! You know damn well that running only gets you more and heavier punishments!" she told him severely.

After a moment's pause, she said firmly, "Fifty strokes with a lash!"

The assembled students gasped, but I could see the teachers grin at the prospect of this dog fox being severely beaten. I had to admit that I was looking forward to it as well.

The staff members bent Mister Farley over the spanking horse. His body was arched into a U-shape as he lay atop the upper beam. Straps in the four legs secured his wrist and ankles while drawing his naked body taut over the wooden frame. A wide belt went around his waist to hold his body down. A smaller cuff on the back of it secured his tail out of the way, exposing his ass to the full effects of his punishment.

By the time that they were done securing him, Mister Darley was choking back sobs as he contemplated the pain that he was about to suffer. I squatted in front of him and tapped his head with the cane in my paw. He raised his head and eyes. Wordlessly, he pleaded with me for mercy.

"Let's see," I said as I ticked off his punishments on the fingers of my left paw.

"Three dozen strokes with a cane for abducting my student.

"Three dozen more for lying to me about what you were doing.

"Now fifty strokes with a lash for trying to run away from your punishment.

"Unless I am mistaken, that is one hundred and twenty two strokes on your pretty red ass.

"You are going to have one sore butt when I am done!"

I heard some snickering, and not all of it came from the teachers by any means.

"In fact," I continued, "it might be worse than that. I might put you in the Dispensary with all the damage that I am going to do.

"Who knows? You might even be taken out of here in a body bag, as severe as this punishment could be."

That certain got Mister Farley's attention. I was a total unknown. There was no telling how far I might go, even if we were supposed to not kill any of the foxes.

"Mercy!" Mister Farley cried pitifully.

"Mercy, Mister Farley? Was that what you planned to give Mister Walter this morning?" I asked pointedly.

Mister Farley made no reply, but tears were now streaming down the teenage dog's muzzle and falling to the floor.

"I asked you a question before, Mister Farley, which you never answered. What were you planning to do to Mister Walter in that closet?"

"We- We were going to beat him up," Mister Farley confessed.

"And?"

"And- And butt fuck him."

"Really? What a surprise!" I said in feigned shock.

"Yes!"

"And why would you do that?"

"Because we wanted to be your students!"

That caught me by surprise.

"Really? You wanted to be my students. Why?"

"Because we want your protection, just like Walter!"

That actually did surprise me. Mister Farley and his crew were good size foxes that had the look of ruffians under their schoolboy clothes. I suspected that they had been in plenty of fights and won most of them.

"At last, an honest answer from you, Mister Farley."

I contemplated the broken fox before me.

"You will get your full punishment today, Mister Farley, but you will be able to walk away when I am done. Your butt is going to be very sore, but it will not be bloodied," I told him. My words seemed to give him some comfort. He was still distraught, but he seemed to accept my word that he would be okay.

I stood and walked to Mister Farley's left side.

"Call for your first stroke, Mister Farley!" I commanded him.

"One," he said in a fearful voice. There was still more than a bit of distrust that I would strike far harder than I had said I would.

I raised the cane and delivered a smart backhand blow to the upper curve of his left ass cheek, just below his tail. He jumped in response to the pain.

"Two."

One by one, I delivered the first thirty-six strokes. I was aware of the other foxes being punished. Their cries echoed off the hard walls and reverberated on the punishment floor. I was also aware that virtually everyone not being punished was watching Mister Farley and me.

"Thirty-six."

I delivered the last stroke of the first punishment to the lower curve of Mister Farley's ass, just above his thighs. I paused for a moment to check his condition. His pulse was fast and his ass was hot, but there was no sign of blood or serious welts yet.

I moved to Mister Farley's right side.

"Continue, Mister Farley!"

"Thirty seven."

Five minutes later, there were thirty-six lines of pain on Mister Farley's right ass cheek. I struck a little harder this time, and many of the strokes were accompanied by yips of pain from Mister Farley.

I set aside the cane and picked up the lash. It was actually a quirt. Two thin strips of leather formed a thirty-inch-long braid that ended in two six-inch-long tails. Used indiscriminately, it would inflict an immense amount of pain and damage to the recipient of the whipping. Used well, it could cause a fox to dance in pain without doing too much damage. Used either way, it would definitely leave mental and emotional as well as physical marks. It was an effective way to correct Mister Farley for trying to avoid his punishment.

I walked around to Mister Farley's front. He stared at the tile floor. I flicked the tips of the quirt into his view. He jumped and stared at them in horror. He knew full well what was to come.

"I will not lie, Mister Farley. No matter how thick your pelt and hide are, this is going to hurt like hell," I told him.

I knelt and added in a quiet voice, "But I will not be overly sadistic. You are going to hurt, Mister Farley, but I do not plan to bloody your butt."

I stood and assumed a position directly behind Mister Farley. I took a few seconds to appreciate the view. The spanking horse not only placed his ass in perfect position for a caning or other punishment, it presented it in a delightfully lewd manner. I could not see his anus, but the spanking horse spread his legs enough to offer a partial view of his testicles and sheath. I was surprised to see he was fully erect and dribbling precum onto the hard tile floor. Despite or perhaps because of all the pain and humiliation he was suffering, this dog fox was ready to cum.

"Mister Farley," I said firmly, "you will ask for fifty strokes. We will begin at one. If you miss the count, we will start again from one. If I tire of waiting for you, I will strike, and that lash shall not count against your fifty strokes.

"Is that clear, Mister Farley?"

Yes, Sir!" he replied promptly in a fearful voice.

"Begin!"

"One, Sir!" he almost shouted.

I saw the young fox's ass cheeks clench. I waited. When nothing happened, he relaxed just a little bit. I delivered the first stroke to his left flank with a quick flick of my wrist. The tails made a nice whistling sound as they cut through the air followed by a loud crack as they struck his ass. A moment later, Mister Farley screamed in pain. The sound echoed off the circular walls back to where we stood. I could hear gasps behind me from the other foxes awaiting their punishments. The gasps were followed by a growing murmur until I turned and stared at the naked students. Realizing that they could be the next ones to feel the lash, they quieted immediately.

I turned my attention back to the bound fox. He was gasping from the pain emanating from his ass, but he gamely called out, "Two, Sir."

I delivered a forehand blow to his right flank. I was again rewarded with a scream of pain.

"Th- Three, Sir," Mister Farley said around his sobs.

I alternated giving him strokes to his left and right flanks. I made sure not to land blows on the existing welts from his caning, but they still hurt like hell. By the time he called for the fiftieth and final stroke, he was wailing uncontrollably.

I set aside the quirt and examined Mister Farley's ass. It was practically glowing red hot, but I could not find any evidence of blood. There were plenty of angry welts, though.

I nodded to one of the assistants. She ran over and undid the belts holding Mister Farley down. He stood unsteadily and nearly fell over. I grabbed him by the arm and steadied him.

"The wall, Mister Farley," I told him.

The dog fox looked at me in horror. Being put on the wall meant that the fox was available for after punishment sex. I suspected that there would be a lot of competition for his tail tonight.

"Now, Mister Farley!" I ordered him when he did not move.

Reluctantly, Mister Farley staggered to the wall. I had to assist him cover the short distance. I think he was actually glad when I shackled him to the wall using cuffs set well above his head. They held him up as he stood facing the stone wall, waiting for whatever more would come. Even before I got back to the spanking horse, there were several teachers and staff starting to congregate around him.

"Next!" I bellowed.

The other four foxes were smart enough to go over the spanking horse without complaint or an attempt to escape. I laid down thirty-six strokes across their ass cheeks in parallel lines of pain. None of them was going to be happy sitting for several days, but I was careful not to draw blood or harm them too much. Each joined Mister Farley at the wall after their caning. I was wondering if they would be forced to serve as the centerpiece of an orgy or taken to individual bedrooms for more personal attention.

I placed the cane back on the table and turned to the Disciplinarian. She was finishing paddling an older vixen most likely in her final year. Despite the hard blows, the fox barely grunted from the pain. The years of reformatory school had hardened her if not apparently taught her the proper way t act yet. Or perhaps she merely enjoyed it. I could not tell.

When she was done, the wolfess paused a moment and said to me, "That was some fine punishment."

"Thank you," I replied. "Coming from an expert, that is quite the compliment."

She laughed and looked at me critically.

In a private voice heard only by the two of us, she said, "I'm serious. Most wolves would have gone crazy and put Mister Farley in the hospital. You disciplined him severely, but he never even came close to losing consciousness, let alone needing medical attention. Right now, he is dancing around and wondering how bad the night is going to be. So are his friends. That just adds to their suffering, even if nothing happens tonight. I doubt that I could have done much better."

She cocked her head and asked, "Want to take half the remainder of our problem students? I was watching you more than working, and I seem to be behind and cannot hope to get done before dinner without your help."

I just smiled.

It was an interesting initiation of sorts. I enjoyed paddling, caning, and otherwise disciplining a variety of dogs and vixens. In addition to the corporal punishment, some had earned additional punishments of an often sexual nature. I inserted several butt plugs into young vulpine tail holes and secured them with a locking harness. Each was coated with a lubricant containing a long lasting warming agent. The effect was immediate and noticeable as each fox started to squirm uncontrollably.

Some of the foxes earned chastity devices for "inappropriate behavior", code for them being caught during unauthorized sex. The dogs also got a tubular device inserted into their sheath that trapped their penis within. The cold stainless steel prevented any hint of an erection. The vixens received a more traditional chastity belt, but I noted that there were some strategically placed nubs to rub against their mons. I was certain that they would be most stimulating as the vixens walked to and from classes.

The Disciplinarian and I worked quickly to dispense justice to the assembled miscreants. Her five female student assistance were kept busy binding and unbinding the spankees. The first dinner bell sounded as we delivered the last few strokes.

After everyone else had left, she asked me, "Want to join us at my table? Or are you hosting Mister Walter and his friends this evening?"

"I would love to join you<" I replied. "Mister Walter and his four friends are due in my quarters after dinner. I want to meet them in private and assess them before making a commitment to take them on as my students."

She turned rather serious and told me, "I have heard a lot about Mister Walter. He is a conniver and a schemer. I would be careful with him."

"I am quite certain that he arranged his own kidnapping and assault this morning to force my paw or at least gain some sympathy from me for his plight."

She did a quick double take before bursting out laughing.

"You have him pegged, don't you?" she asked.

"Figuratively and quite possibly literally."

She laughed even harder.

"Come on," she said as she headed for the door. "We can grab a quick shower and meet in the Dining Hall."

Unfortunately, our showers were in separate quarters. I would have liked a quickie with Disciplinarian after all the fun we had that afternoon. I had to settle for a quick paw job as I cleaned my pelt.

We sat down together at her table and conversed over the meal. She had five vixens who sat silently as we talked, but I could catch their speculative looks at the two of us. After dinner, we parted, but she asked me to stop by the Punishment Hall tomorrow in case she needed my help. It seemed that I might be getting some extra fun, even if it did not involve a potentially very nice wolfess directly.

Promptly at seven o'clock, there was a knock at the door of my quarters.

"Come in!" I called out.

The door opened, and Mister Walter entered. He was followed by a rather eclectic collection of four more foxes. All five were carrying books, just as I had ordered.

They stood in a line facing me, shuffling their feet nervously and looking everywhere but at me. They were scared. If they screwed things up tonight, they were going back into the general student population. Apparently, their odds of not being raped and beaten were not good if that happened. I could understand why they were so apprehensive.

I stood and walked over to my potential student harem.

"Mister Walter, introduce your companions," I told the young dog fox.

Mister Walter took a deep breath to steady himself. He pointed to the red fox vixen beside him.

"This is Autumn," he said.

"_Miss_Autumn, Mister Walter!"

"Miss Autumn," he quickly corrected himself. "She is a Freshman, like the rest of us,"

Miss Autumn was a very typical red fox vixen. She was of average height and build, which actually put her a few inches taller than Mister Walter. I glanced at her rack. Her breasts were probably C cup but stretched the fabric of her shirt very provocatively.

."Miss Autumn," I said warmly.

"Sir," she replied uncertainly.

I just smiled.

"Next," I told Mister Walter.

"This is Miss Arianwyn," he said as he pointed to a silver phase red fox vixen with wide, inviting hips to complement her C cup breasts. At least physically, these two vixens seemed like good prospects.

"Arianwyn. That is Welsh for holy silver, is it not?" I asked her.

She perked up in surprise.

"Yes, Sir," she said.

After a moment's pause, she added, "How did you know, Sir?"

"I have some Welsh blood in me," I said a bit cryptically.

Mister Walter advanced down the line and pointed to the third and last vixen.

"This is Miss Eira," he said.

Miss Eira was an exotic of sorts. She was a tiny Arctic fox vixen already in full Winter pelt. Her pure white head barely came up to Miss Autumn's and Miss Arianwyn's chins. She was even smaller than the diminutive Mister Walter.

"Eira, the perfect name for an Arctic fox with some Scandinavian heritage, I gather?"

"Yes, Sir," she said. Unlike the others, she met my gaze for just a moment before dropping her head and eyes. I watched speculatively as she crossed her wrists in front of her and raised her tail. She might well have experiences as a submissive.

"And finally, this is my brother, Mister Bartholomew," Mister Walter said.

I actually turned to look at Mister Walter in surprise. Mister Bartholomew was nothing like him. He was the tallest of the five foxes, reaching my muzzle. He was also much heavier and muscular than the almost androgynous dog who claimed to be his brother.

Mister Walter dropped his head and added in a small voice, "Okay, half-brother."

It was rather obvious that the other half was coyote. His rusty red fur was shot through with dark grays on his back and browns along his arms. It was a surprisingly attractive look with his bright white belly fur. It also gave his face and muzzle a wider and stockier set than a typical fox.

"Sir," he said in a nervous voice.

I nodded once and replied, "Mister Bartholomew,"

I stepped back and looked over the five foxes. They represented a surprising range of vulpines. Three vixens was a nice mix with two dogs for group sex. I was already looking forward to unlocking their secrets, but I wanted to do this as I had planned.

"Take your seats," I said, gesturing towards a row of five desks facing a blackboard and lecture podium on the left side of the room.

They looked at each other nervously. They obviously were expecting something much different. I noted that they all looked at Mister Walter and only moved when he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

"You will find a class schedule grid on your desks. Fill it out with your classes, teachers and rooms. Also, add afterschool activities, groups, and sports, if you have any. Hand it to me when you are done," I instructed them.

They pulled out their class schedules and dutifully if uncertainly copied them onto the sheet of paper that I had given them. One by one, they handed me their schedules and waited.

"Take out your assignments and work on them quietly until eight," I told them.

I took their schedules to my desk, which was behind them. I looked over them briefly and noted what courses they had in common, which had extracurricular activities and when they had free periods and afternoons. That only took a half hour. I used the remaining fifteen or so minutes to stare at the five bushy tails sticking out between the wooden stiles of the chair backs. When the clock chimed eight, I had a large smile on my muzzle and a huge bulge in my pants underneath my robes.

I stood and went to the blackboard. I wrote the example sentence from the first English lesson on the board.

"We will begin with sentence diagramming..."

I ignored the groans from the student seats as I began going over their first English chapter. I managed to get some learning into them before the clock chimed nine and I set down the chalk.

"That concludes tonight's lesson," I told them. My foxes slumped in relief.

"The rest of the night will be devoted to going through the Punishment Room and other activities related to you potentially becoming my students."

That certainly caught their attention. They suddenly became very nervous.

"No punishments will be meted out tonight," I assured them, "but I want to be sure that you know what you are getting into in your rush to become my special students."

I led the way along the left hallway. As I walked past the first three bedrooms, I opened their doors. Inside they could see the full bed, desk and chair, and wardrobe that furnished each room. At the back was the door to the coveted private bathroom.

"Each of you will have your own bedroom. What you do in them when you are not with me or being punished is your business," I informed them.

I saw several jaws drop at the implications of my implicit approval of private assignations. At this point, I was only speculating, but it would surprise me if the five did not regularly mate with one another. They were teen foxes, after all. The ability to do so with near impunity on a regular basis was likely appealing, even if the price might well be me as their sexual partner on a regular basis.

I opened the larger door on the right side of the corridor that led into the Punishment Room.

"This is the Punishment Room," I said unnecessarily as I motioned them to enter.

Even knowing that they would not be punished, they still clustered together and looked around nervously.

"I will not lie. I am more than a bit of a sadist. If you decide to come to me of your own free will, you can expect your ass to be high in the air for whippings as well as fuckings. There are other things that I enjoy doing to my slaves, and - let's face it - you are asking to be my slaves or at least deeply committed submissives. Expect a variety of dildos and plugs to be used on you. Fistings are a given. You will fulfill my voyeuristic desires by mating here and in my bedroom not only in pairs but also in larger groups. The girls will get strap-ons to peg the boys."

I saw all three vixens perk up while four dog fox ears fell.

"You will also regularly be put in strict bondage and required to wear a variety of bondage gear. If I am annoyed with you, you can expect to be wearing chastity devices here and in class.

"You will have a variety of gags in your muzzles. I like ball gags, but I plan to buy a range of phallic gags to not only silence you but tickle your tonsils."

Again, I saw some trepidation cross their faces, but the five foxes seemed resolute. None complained about their potential treatment at my paws.

"One advantage that you will have is that I have not yet started to add items beyond the basic accoutrements. You will be allowed to help decide what I purchase. While I will not always do as you want, I would expect that you will get a variety of items that you desire for yourselves and each other.

"Now let's go next door to my bedroom."

I walked out the far door and across the second hallway.

My bedroom was as large as the five fox bedrooms combined but even deeper. It was done in a decidedly Gothic style that bordered on horror movie. A huge four-post bed with canopy dominated the left side of the room. There was a large open space on the right side. I had not decided what to do with it though several of the other teachers had made suggestions. For now, there was just a deep pile area carpet covering the floor. All the way to the right was the door to my large private bathroom. I showed them the large shower and tub that were clearly meant for sexual fun or punishments with multiple partners.

I took the five foxes back to the classroom.

"Stand behind your desks," I told them as I took a position at the front of the class. With some confusion, they did as ordered.

"If anyone wants to jump ship after seeing what you are going to face, pick up your books and leave. There will be no retributions. I will simply let you go and write it off as a poor match ended by mutual consent," I told them.

I waited ten seconds. None of them stirred.

"Okay, you obviously want to stay, and you know now what that means.

"Up to this point, I have been showing you what you can expect from me. Now I want to see what I am getting out of this. I want to be clear on this point. If I do not want you, you get sent back to the dormitories," I said. "I have to want you as well as you want me."

That made them nervous again.

"Now strip!"

It might say something about our reformatory system that there was absolutely no surprise or hesitation. Each of my five candidate foxes immediately started removing their clothing, folding it, and placing it on their desk as I watched them. It was clear that obedience to my orders had been drilled into them.

In less than a minute, I had five naked foxes standing before me, waiting to see what I would do next. The vixens' nipples and dog foxes' penises were fully erect. There was no question that they were sexually aroused. Given the nature of foxes, that was not a great surprise to me, but I was still wondering why the prospect of all the things that they would be subjected to at my paws stimulated their carnal desires. Perhaps one day I would ask them. For tonight, I had other plans.

"Mister Walter, front and center!" I ordered their leader.

Mister Walter did as commanded.

"Turn and face your friends," I told him quietly as I moved to stand behind him. I towered over him as he stood there.

I took his elbows and pulled his arms slightly away from his body. I began to run my paws over his body, feeling him up. His pelt was silky soft and felt fantastic. I imagined it rubbing against my shaft and other body parts. I could feel a wet spot forming on the front of my pants as I fantasized about this dog.

I ran my paws over his ribs. They stood out prominently. He was pronouncedly underweight.

"Mister Walter," I said severely, "you do not eat enough!"

He opened his muzzle to respond, but I told him, "If you are one of my students, I expect you to gain some weight."

That surprised him so much that I think he did not feel me cupping his balls until I gave them a very gentle squeeze to bring his attention back to my groping.

I ran my paw over his crotch. He was not only small in stature, but also underendowed. I think he was actually embarrassed when I closed my paw around his entire shaft and nothing was left showing. I gave him a couple of quick strokes and was rewarded with copious precum and an aroused moan of desire. At least his testicles seemed to work well.

"Lift your tail, Mister Walter," I ordered him.

There was no reluctance in following my order. I was not surprised. I was sure that he had lifted that tail many times for teachers just to survive.

I had already had a chance to caress his butt before. This time, I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed hard. Like his ribs, they were bony, but there was good potential here. What padding there was present came from muscles. Adding some muscle mass would turn them into some quite desirable assets.

"Spread your legs and bend forward. Place your paws on your knees and raise your head."

His cheeks burned, but Mister Walter did as ordered.

His pretty pink anal rose was rather prominently displayed between the two round mounds of his ass cheeks. I reached out and ran my right index finger over it. He gritted his teeth but said nothing as I played with him some. He whimpered a bit as I pressed on his anal entrance.

"Not tonight, Moister Walter," I told him and I withdrew my paw. "However, you can expect my fingers and many other things to be rammed into your rectum, if I choose to accept you. Consider that well before you make your commitment.

"Now stand up and go back to your desk," I ordered him.

When he was standing behind his desk again, I sternly said, "Miss Autumn, front and center!"

One by one, I groped and explored the bodies of my potential sexually submissive students. The three vixens were pleasantly padded in all the right spots. All three were also responsive to my finger trailing over their slit and brushing against their little clitties. Miss Autumn seemed almost blasé about being felt up by a male stranger but was wet when I was done. Miss Arianwyn actually pushed back against my finger when I ran it over her tail hole. Both had sufficient boobs for some fun breast torture, if I chose to go that route.

While Miss Eira had an A cup rack, her tiny titties were very perky and surprisingly arousing. Breast bondage was out of the question, but I could not help but think that some chrome-plated nipple clamps would look rather nice on them. From the way she responded to my touch, I suspected that she might enjoy such treatment. Of the five, she was the only one to orgasm under my probing paws.

Mister Bartholomew was also notable. He was well hung with a shaft and knot that rivaled a small wolf. I suspected that the other four had felt it slip into their bodies many times, but I asked no questions tonight. He was not responsive to my touch when I probed his ass hole, but he groaned with desire when I stroked his shaft.

When all five were back at their desks, I said, "Very well. That is it for tonight. I will consider your proposal and whether I want to have you or not.

"For tonight, you may select a bedroom and stay the night, if you want. I will also give out passes back to the dormitories, if you want to return to them."

None of the foxes accepted that option. I suspect that they would have been jumped and beaten severely if they had, and I think that they knew it as well.

"Breakfast is at seven in the morning. I expect you to be at the door, showered and dressed, ready to go promptly at six-forty-five. I will punish dalliance. We will eat at my table tomorrow. If I decide to take you, after dinner you can move in.

"You can have the classroom to talk among yourselves until eleven. You are to go to bed - alone! - no later than eleven. If I hear any of you out here after eleven, all of you will receive strokes.

"Good night!"

I turned and went to my room. As I closed the heavy solid wood door, I could hear them chattering animatedly in the front room. I willfully failed to understand what was being said until the door cut off the sound of their voices.

I pawed off three times as I prepared for bed. All three vixens were hot, and the larger dog had some good potential. Mister Walter needed some growing and mass, but as a small companion, he had some potential for size difference games. I only worried that he was borderline at looking like a cub. I lay back in my bed and considered my attraction to the young fox. I definitely looked forward to dominating him physically and sexually, but I had no interest in him as a surrogate for a cub. In fact, the idea repulsed me.

I considered rejecting Mister Walter, but in the end, I decided that he had played his hand well and his friends obviously wanted him here. I might even lose them, if I sent him away. I would keep him and be careful in my play.

At that point, I realized that I had already decided that I wanted all of them. I gave a small laugh. This was, after all, why I bought my position. Things had moved a lot quicker than I had anticipated, but on the other paw, I was getting what I wanted, five vulpine sex slaves to willingly satisfy all of my carnal desires, no matter how kinky or perverted.

I lay on my back looking up at the canopy above me. It certainly looked like tomorrow night would begin a long series of pleasant perversions.

I smiled as I slowly drifted off to sleep.