Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 2

Miss Shirley

(Second 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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I awoke Tuesday morning with a very large tent in the middle of my bed sheets. I grinned at the sight of the raised bed covers. The thought of the five vulpine students a few feet away from me on the other side of the Punishment Room and what I might do to them had kept me most aroused all night. I was glad that we got daily sheet changes from the student cleaning staff. Mine certainly needed a change!

I pawed off a couple of times as I took my shower. I wondered how I was going to be able to make it to the night and the first session with my "students with benefits". The day was certainly going to be unusually long.

Of course, that assumed that they would want to be my students. Knowing what they would likely face, I could certainly understand why they would opt out. However, at the same time, they had come seeking me to avoid even worse. I had to assume that they would want to stay.

For now, I would not worry about it too much. It seemed likely that the choice lay with me, and I was pretty certain which way I would go. I just would make them work for what they did not know that they already had.

I was out in the main room before six thirty. My prospective students were not yet there, but I could hear them showering and otherwise preparing for the day.

One by one, my five students arrived and stood in line before the door, waiting to go to the Dining Hall. I took the opportunity to go over their school uniforms and make some minor adjustments. I did not want any of them disciplined for slovenliness or other contrived reasons, though I suspected that they now had little fear of that happening. Not only that, it allowed me to play with them just a bit.

At six-forty-five, I addressed my foxes.

"Mister Walter, you will sit on my left," I said as I went down the line of foxes. "Mister Bartholomew, you will be on my right. Miss Eira, you will sit across from me. Miss Autumn, you will be on my left across from me. Miss Arianwyn, you have the last chair across from me on my right.

"Any questions?"

There were none, so we proceeded the short distance and arrived well before seven o'clock.

Breakfast on the second day of classes was a bit different from the first day, not only for me and my students, but others as well. For one thing, several of the teachers were disciplining their students. While for some that might mean something as simple as no food that morning, for others it meant public humiliation. There were three or four foxes wearing nothing but their pelts. Some of those not allowed to eat had bright gags wedged into their muzzles and firmly strapped in to show their teacher's displeasure. While most were simple ball or bit gags, some were obviously phallic gags. One gag was decorated to look like a carrot. As we waited to be served, I idly wondered if it was a phallic gag or at least elongated and what I could do in a similar vein for my future students.

There were also several foxes like Mister Farley and his crew who arrived just before the breakfast bell. They were very reluctant to sit. I casually wondered with whom they had spent their nights and if their red asses had received even more strokes. I strongly suspected that their ass holes had seen quite a bit of action last night. Perhaps the Disciplinarian would know the details. I wanted to see that nice wolfess again anyway, and not just to try to be deputized to discipline wayward dogs and vixens yet again.

The wait staff delivered several plates of pancakes, sausages, eggs and bacon to our table. I could see my foxes staring at them hungrily, but they made no move to take the food. They knew that I got first dibs.

I placed a modest amount of food on my plate. I added two extra sausage links before passing the platter to my left. I noted that Mister Walter took only a minimal amount of food and let the others have most of it.

I speared my two extra sausages and dropped them onto Mister Walter's plate.

"You need to add weight, Mister Walter," I told the stunned fox as he stared at the meat on his plate. "I expect you to eat plenty of protein until you reach some semblance of a normal weight."

I leaned towards him and added in a voice barely above a whisper, "And that is not just all the cum you are going to be swallowing either, Mister Walter."

Mister Walter's cheeks burned, but he picked up his knife and fork and dug into his breakfast. I suspected it was the best meal he had had in quite some time. He was an easy target for bullies to take his food, after all, and he seemed to be willing to give what he had to his friends.

After breakfast, we returned to my quarters and cleaned up quickly. Mister Walter and I headed towards my classroom while my other foxes went to their classes.

Inside the classroom, I found myself alone with Mister Walter. I grinned and closed the door.

"It seems that we have a moment before the others arrive," I said in a slightly husky voice.

Mister Walter dropped his head and submissively said, "What do you want me to do, Sir?"

I gave a small laugh at his demeanor.

"Nothing much, Mister Walter," I said as I pawed his crotch. I could feel his half-erect cock beneath the fabric of his pants. "Nothing much at all."

I gave his crotch a quick squeeze and let go.

"Clean the chalkboard and take your seat, Mister Walter. I expect the board to be spotless every morning or you will receive strokes in the evening, if not sooner," I told him brusquely.

It was clear that Mister Walter was confused, but he set down his books and did as told. I watched him stretch and strain to reach every corner of the board. It took extra effort to get to the top corners, and his efforts showed off his lean frame very nicely. By the time that the first of the remainder of the students arrived, the board was clean, Mister Walter was seated, and I had a large erection under my robes. He apparently realized what I had done, because Mister Water's cheeks were also blushing under his facial fur.

This could be a very pleasant morning ritual.

I remained more than a bit horny the entire period. The occasional glances at Mister Walter certain kept my "interest" peaked. I think that several of the others noticed my attention for the young dog. I saw quite a few smirks and heard several muffled snorts during the class.

Five minutes before the bell, I stopped the lesson and called out, "Mister Dereck! Mister Garth! Mister Tristan! Front of the class."

The three dog boxes looked stunned but quickly got up and walked to the front of the class. There was absolute silence as the entire class stared at the four of us.

"It seems that you found something funny during my recitation. Would you wish to tell me what it was?" I asked in a pleasant yet threatening voice. It was clear that they were busted and knew it.

The three foxes immediately shook their heads no. They were smart enough to realize that it was best not to say anything.

"Drop your pants and bend over my desk," I told them as I went to pick up a paddle.

My desk was quite wide since I had to demonstrate various science experiments. There was plenty of room for all three. By the time that I turned back to the class with paddle in paw, all three had their pants down to their ankles and were bent over my desk. Each rested their bodies on their elbows and stared straight down as was the requirement of the school.

I moved behind them and told them firmly, "Tails up!"

In unison, the three dog foxes raised their rails. Their bare asses highlighted by their pink little tail holes just beneath their tails were put on display to the entire class. I gave the other students a few moments to take in the view.

While the rest of the class watched, I quickly delivered a half dozen firm strokes to each fox's ass.

"Return to your seats<" I told the three dogs.

They pulled up their pants and quickly returned to their desks.

"Miss Donna and Miss Rhiannon, I heard you as well. Did you find something funny about my material today?" I asked the two surprised vixens.

"No, Sir!" they replied almost in unison.

I tapped my desk with the paddle. With some trepidation, they came to the front of the room.

"Raise those skirts and bend over the desk," I told them.

Miss Rhiannon was wearing nothing under her skirt, but Miss Donna had on a pair of white panties. I smiled and set aside the paddle for a moment. I grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled them down to her knees. She made no complaint, but I could see her face redden in shame as I exposed her nether regions to the class.

I delivered six more smart blows to the two vixens' asses.

As the bell rang, I instructed the class, "Be prepared to discuss levers tomorrow. Class dismissed."

The students filed out quickly. Mister Walter was watching me speculatively as he exited. I just smiled at him enigmatically.

The science supply room had a large sink. It got some quick use as I pawed off between classes. Not only was I having the fantasies about Mister Walter, I had the pleasure of paddling five foxes in my first class.

Unfortunately, word must have gotten out quickly about what happened in my first period. The rest of the classes were exceptionally well behaved and attentive. As much as I might want to have some fun with them, I was not going to randomly grab a fox for punishment when they did not deserve it.

I think that I actually managed to drive some learning into those young minds.

At lunch, I checked the status of my five foxes as we ate the light fare prepared by the school kitchen. I very pointedly asked if they had been disciplined by the teachers yet. It was interesting to watch them almost fall over themselves to assure me that they had not. I gather that they correctly assumed that any punishment meted out by another teacher would be reinforced by me later that day. They were, of course, correct, but I was not going to tell them one way or the other yet.

Immediately after my last class, one of the Disciplinarian's special students arrived with a note. She looked extremely nervous for some reason and refused to meet my eyes. I opened the note and read its contents.

Not much happening this afternoon. Apparently, yesterday scared most of the students straight, at least for today. Good job there! Most are stupid enough to be back here by the end of the week, though. I might want your help on Thursday and Friday, if you are not having other fun. (Wink!)

If you have the time, I have a special request for you. Miss Shirley has been a bad delinquent today. I caught her pawing off between classes. I would prefer not to publicly discipline her. Could you take care of it for me? I am thinking a nice little paddling followed by a tie. You both could use the relief, if what I am hearing is correct.

P.S. She is a Senior, so all punishments are allowed. Do not hold back!

I looked at the vixen. She apparently knew what was in the letter. She stared at her feet and blushed. Still, she did not outwardly seem too worried.

"Close and lock the door. Pull the blinds as well," I ordered her.

Miss Shirley practically skipped to the door. I have to admit that it made her ass sway and jiggle very pleasantly. When the door was closed and locked, she ran back and stood before the spanking bench. Apparently, for all her bravado, she was still more than a bit concerned about her coming chastisement. She kept shuffling her feet and turning her body back and forth while she waited for her punishment.

It was actually a very cute little display, so I let her stand there for several long seconds. It also served to make her steadily more nervous as she contemplated what I might do to her.

"Miss Shirley, it seems that you have been a very naughty little vixen," I said firmly. "Your Teacher has asked me to discipline you."

"Yes, Sir!" she said almost happily.

I raised an eyebrow. She most definitely was not acting as I expected.

"Do you understand the severity of your situation?" I asked with just a hint of frustration at her seeming obtuseness.

"Yes, Sir. Mis- Ma'am told me that she was sending me here to have you take care of me," she replied.

I paused for a moment. She had made a very interesting little slip of the tongue.

I stood and walked around to Miss Shirley. She turned to face me. I lifted her chin and forced her to look at me. It was not a hard task.

"You were going to call your Teacher 'Mistress', weren't you?" I asked accusingly.

That seemed to rattle her some.

"No, Sir!" she said as she looked everywhere in the room except at me.

"Oh, I think that you were. I think that you are her little lesbian sex slave.

"Am I correct?" I demanded.

Miss Shirley's ears drooped. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Yes, Sir."

I just chuckled.

"Her bed must be a very interesting place, though I wonder if the Punishment Room and the Punishment Hall are not more to her liking," I commented drolly.

"She likes all three, Sir."

"And you?" I asked.

"Sometimes, Sir," Miss Shirley admitted. "When the punishment is not too harsh and we... have fun... afterwards."

I considered that for a moment. I shifted my right paw so that the sharp claw tip of my thumb rested on the thin skin of her jaw. I pressed hard enough that I was certain that it was causing her a not inconsiderable amount of pain. She did not flinch. Apparently, she would take it, if she thought that there would be a reward of some sort afterwards.

After several seconds of waiting for her to break, I relented. I gently rubbed her jaw to relieve some of her discomfort.

"So," I asked, "you were found masturbating without permission. That is a very serious offense at the Vulpine Reformatory School. It shows how degenerate that you are. What do you think your punishment should be?" I asked.

"Twenty strokes on my bare ass with a tawse, Sir," she replied immediately. "Followed by a tie."

"A tawse?" I said in surprise. "That is a rather serious punishment."

"I am twenty-three, Sir, and am well able to take it. Besides, it is what Ma'am told me to ask for, if I was given a choice."

I narrowed my eyes. There was still something wrong here. She still seemed too happy about what was going to happen.

"Why me?" I asked her slowly.

"Why you, Sir?" she asked in confusion.

"Yes, you have some reason that you want to be here, don't you?" I said in an accusatory voice. The more I looked at her and thought about what was happening, the more that I was certain that she was playing some game. I just did not know what it was.

She sighed.

"I guess that there is no hiding it, Sir. I want to be your first."

"My first?"

"Yes, Sir. Wally got your first spanking. Farley got your first public bondage. I want to get your first fuck," she told me rather matter-of-factly.

I laughed.

"You make it sound like some sort of competition!" I told her.

"It is, Sir. I've had a teacher first time each of the first three years that I have been here. I want to start my Senior year the same way."

"Why?"

"Rank. Power. Prestige. The usual.

"If I nail you, I get points. They help me move up the pecking order. Wally got some for his spanking. Far actually got quite a few for that flogging you gave him, but not as many as he would have if you had bloodied his ass like everyone except him was hoping you would do.

"I can get pretty big points for being your first sex partner here. I get extra bonus points if you tie to me. BDSM adds even more.

"I saw how Mistress looked at you. I knew that I could arrange things to get me sent to you this afternoon. All I needed to do was make a 'mistake; and plant a few seeds when she caught me.

"So I did," she concluded.

"All that for some social points?" I asked in a bit of wonder. I did not realize that the fox students had such a complex set of social rules.

"Yes, Sir. I want to make alpha. This is a good way to start."

Miss Shirley looked in my eyes again and said, "Besides, you're good looking and I don't think that you are going to hurt me too much."

I stroked her face gently.

"You are risking a lot," I commented. "I am brand new here. You have no idea what I might do.

"And I am a sadist, just like all the other teachers and staff."

"The danger is part of the thrill and the points I get. You could do all sorts of horrible things to me, but I don't think you will. If you were that type of wolf, you would have done Far yesterday when you had every opportunity and no one would have questioned you. He's sleeping on his belly, but he can at least walk.

"Not that he wouldn't have deserved it, if you had left him a bloody mess.

"As it is, I think my bottom is going to be glowing nicely when you take me."

I half closed my eyes and smiled.

"Oh, but I think you have earned some extra attention, Miss Shirley, for trying to manipulate your teachers," I told her in a low voice.

That seemed to disconcert her some.

"And I am sure that the tales of what will happen to you will add some extra 'points' to your time here, beyond simply taking my 'virginity', as it were."

I let my paws go to her tie. I carefully undid the knot and set the length of cloth aside.

My fingers undid the buttons of her blouse one by one. .I opened her shirt enough to slip my paws inside. She was not wearing a bra. My paws found her generous breasts and squeezed. She moaned. I dug my sharp claw tips into her tender flesh. She yelped even louder before starting to moan again.

"You do enjoy this, don't you?" I breathed as I found her nipples and gave them a hard twist. "Just a little pain to go with the pleasure to spice things up and help you survive. Am I right?"

"Ye- Yes, Sir!" she said as she did a little dance of pain.

"Stand still, Miss Shirley," I told her as I gave her nipples another hard twist that brought a squeak of pain from her.

I let go and stepped back

"It is time for your discipline. Remove your clothing, Miss Shirley," I ordered the young vixen.

She certainly was not shy. She flaunted her body as she removed her shirt and skirt. She wore no panties.

"How many foxes wear underwear around here?" I asked somewhat rhetorically.

"Not many, Sir, unless their teacher tells them to," she replied.

It was nice to have my underwear hypothesis confirmed. I was looking forward to collecting more data, though. It also had me thinking about what I could put on my five foxes. Tidy whities certainly would not raise many eyebrows when they were exposed for a public correction of their behavior, but some sexy thongs...?

"Tail down. Turn around, and climb onto the spanking bench," I commanded the naked young lady before me.

Miss Shirley meekly climbed onto the bench and went down on her knees and elbows on the padded frame. Her position placed her belly on the top of the central rail. Her calves and forearms rested upon the two parallel platforms below the main rail on either side. The legs were sloped, like a sawhorse, and helped spread her legs to reveal her slit and tail hole when her tail was raised. She gave a shake of her head and settled in for her penance.

I grinned. This vixen wanted to score big in the vulpine students' game of social rank, and I was more than willing to assist her in doing so. At the same time, I intended to take my pleasure from her is a most dominant manner.

Straps went around her legs at the ankles and just above her knees. More straps went around her arms at the wrists and just above her elbows. A wider strap went around her waist. I gave it an added tug to make sure it was extra tight to hold down her body tight against the rail. A final strap went around her neck and held her head and upper torso down to the spanking bench top.

Once Miss Shirley was secured, I removed my clothes as well. As you can well imagine, I had a rather large erection. I am only average for a wolf, but a dog fox is only about five inches long, and an average coyote six inches long. My seven-and-a-half inch shaft was much larger than the dogs I had seen so far, and I wondered if Miss Shirley would like the extra length and girth or not.

I moved to stand in from of Miss Shirley with the tip of my knob almost touching her nose pad. She stared at the drops of pre-cum dripping from my slit.

"Open, Miss Shirley."

Obediently, the red fox vixen opened her muzzle wide. I slid my wolfhood into her waiting mouth. Even before I was pressing the tip against the back of her throat, she was devouring me.

"My, my! What a hungry young vixen!" I said with a laugh.

Any reply that she might have made was prevented by the hard pink shaft filling her mouth.

Miss Shirley worked quickly. She was no doubt aided by my randiness from the day thinking about my potential students as well as more recent thoughts of what would happen shortly and her naked presence. I barely lasted two minutes. As I came, I grabbed the back of her head and thrust as deeply into her throat as I could. She choked a bit, but I could feel her swallowing my hot jism.

I chuckled at her disappointed look when I withdrew.

"Now, now, Miss Shirley," I told her. "You'll get another opportunity, I am sure."

Her face brightened considerably.

"But first..."

I went to my desk and unlocked the bottom left drawer. Inside were some personal items that I had brought with me to the reformatory school. I grabbed one and showed it to Miss Shirley.

The gag was shaped in the likeness of a dog fox endowed with an exceptional knot. The knot was well over two-inches in diameter. At least the shaft in front of the knot was an abbreviated inch-and-a-half inches so that it would not be rammed down her throat. Two straps were anchored to the sides of the knot.

"Open wide, Miss Shirley!"

Obediently, she opened her muzzle. I slipped the phallic gag into her mouth as deep as I could get it. The strap anchors pressed against the corners of her mouth and pulled her cheeks back. I ran the first strap behind her head and the second one around her muzzle and secured both tightly about her head and snout. When I was done, the gag was firmly embedded in her mouth with the tip tickling her throat.

Miss Shirley looked up at me with pleading eyes. Her puppy dog look just caused me to laugh.

"Time for some punishment, Miss Shirley. All bad vixens need their discipline, and you have certainly earned some extra for manipulating the Disciplinarian to send you here and me to help you elevate your social standing."

That got her attention. The look in her eyes was not yet fearful, but it certainly was quite worried now.

As I went to the board to get the tawse, I idly wondered how much manipulation the foxes did of the teachers. It certainly appeared to be quite a bit. It at least appeared at times to be mutually desired. I would have to watch my foxes very carefully, especially Mister Walter. At least I had some plans to curb this type of behavior in him.

I lifted the taws from its hook. I have to admit that the Vulpine Reformatory School had not skimped on this tawse. It was good Scottish construction, likely made by an expert saddler. The handle fit my paw like a glove, giving me excellent grip and control. The two twelve-inch tails were heavy and stiff enough to deliver a hard blow but supple enough to snake around a vixen's well-rounded ass cheeks and deliver a little extra sting with the tips. The edges were carefully rounded to prevent cutting.

I gave the tawse a few experimental swings, striking my left palm. It made a nice crack and gave me more than a bit of a sting.

I smiled.

Miss Shirley saw my smile and gulped. I think that she correctly figured that the next few minutes would be, at the least, "unpleasant".

I went back to the bound and gagged vixen. I ran my left paw over her rump appreciatively.

"Such a nice, supple ass, Miss Shirley," I said as I slipped my fingers into her pelt and felt her hide underneath. "And so few welts."

There were indeed only a few small marks on her ass cheeks. None of them seemed likely to break and bleed from the tawse striking them. They were also towards her flanks, and I planned to concentrate on the center of her ass today.

"Tail up, Miss Shirley, and prepare to receive your deserved punishment," I told her.

The vixen immediately lifted her tail high in the air and held it still. Her ass wriggled back and forth a bit in anticipation of her first stroke.

"Call for you first stroke, Miss Shirley!" I ordered her.

Her eyes grew wide as she realized that there was no way to comply with my order. And by tradition and school rules, failure to comply both allowed me to strike without the blow counting and add more strokes.

"Well, Miss Shirley?" I asked with feigned ignorance of her situation.

She screamed into her gag.

"Miss Shirley, I am growing tired of waiting. Call for your first stroke, or I will add ten additional ones to your punishment as well as give you one for making me wait."

She screamed again and wriggled most beautifully in her bonds.

CRACK!

I delivered a hard blow to the very center of her ass. The tips of the tawse landed quite nicely on the mound of her right ass cheek and had to have delivered a very stinging blow that hurt like heck. She certainly jumped nicely and made quite a bit of noise behind her gag.

"Well, Miss Shirley?" I asked.

She was clearly becoming desperate but there was no way that she could speak.

CRACK!

I delivered a second blow, just above the first. It caught more of her right ass cheek this time, but it had to be equally painful if not more so.

"I am still waiting, Miss Shirley," I said almost sweetly.

Still she tried desperately to speak.

I finally relented and laughed.

"Perhaps now you will be less inclined to manipulate your teachers," I told her. "You still get an extra ten strokes, plus those two and your original twenty, but I will not require you to call for them.

"This time."

There were certain implicit threats in my last statement, and Miss Shirley certainly knew that. She shook her head once and settled in for her beating.

I do have to admit that she took her strokes well, but then I would expect that from a Senior dog or vixen. By this point, each should be well acquainted with punishment and ready to receive it, no matter how severe. Mine was not the hardest tawsing that Miss Shirley had received, I am sure, but I made sure to cover her entire rear with strokes. By the time that I was done, tears were streaming down her cheeks and falling to the floor. I ran my free paw over her bottom. It was hot to the touch, but there were few welts and no blood.

I set the tawse down on the desk where Miss Shirley could see it easily.

"If you give me trouble, you get more strokes," I told her. "Do you understand?"

I was gratified at how fast she shook her head yes. I had apparently made my point that I demanded obedience clear.

My erection was back and bigger than ever, but I had one more thing that I wanted to do before tying to her.

I went back to the drawer and took out a dildo and a tube of lubricant. The dildo was more of a silicone plug shaped in the form of a short, thick coyote dick. It had a nice, wide base to ensure that it did not go too deep.

I grinned as I greased up first the dildo and then Miss Shirley's tail hole. She jumped nicely when I ran the tip of my index finger around the inner edge of her anus to coat it thoroughly.

I placed the pointed tip of the dildo against her pink anal rose. I pressed against the bottom of the base. The pressure increased, but the tip did not slide into her behind. I continued to press harder until I was rewarded with the entire knob of the dildo disappearing into her ass.

I kept pressing, and the gradually widening shaft slowly slipped into her rectum. Her anus was apparently loosening, as I was not applying more pressure, only holding it firmly in her ass hole.

After a couple of inches, the knot reached her tail hole. It was a good two-and-three-quarters-inch across, almost half again larger than a typical dog fox. I saw her eyes widen some as she felt the hard silicone spread her ass cheeks wider and press against her anus.

I was a bit merciless. I was sure that many a fox and wolf had already blazed a trail into her bottom. I suspected that the Disciplinarian used a variety of items on it as well. I saw no reason to be squeamish. I pressed harder and harder until her tail hole opened and slowly accepted the large knot. When I reached the rounded backside of the knot, it suddenly disappeared into her behind without my assistance.

I grinned appreciatively as I stared at the round base of the dildo pressed hard against this vixen's ass cheeks. I was sure that the dildo was not going to be moving anywhere accidently.

"Now that two of your holes are filled," I told Miss Shirley, "it's time to take care of your third hole."

I stood behind her and placed my paws on her ass. I dug my sharp claw tips into her flanks, causing her a fresh wave of pain. I pawed my feet over the floor a couple of times to check my traction before I planted them wide to allow maximum thrusting power.

I carefully aimed the tip of my cock at her slit. I was spurting precum, and she was glistening from arousal. I was sure that no lubricant was needed, but I did not care. I was not going to delay any longer. With several hard forward thrusts of my hips, I buried the first three inches of my shaft in her pussy. I kept thrusting harder and faster until I buried the entire length of my shaft into her vagina.

When my knot reached her labia, there was no hesitation on my part. I kept thrusting hard and fast until first her outer and then inner labia were parted wide. She screamed a few times as I did so, but I was not sure if the screams were from pain or pleasure. Regardless, I ignored them. She was, after all, being punished.

I ground my crotch against her butt as I completed the tie. She jumped from the pain of me pressing against her abused ass, but her vagina responded as Mother Nature had intended and gripped my knot hard. I was tied to her and neither of us was going anywhere until I was done.

Not that I minded. It felt great to have my cock buried in this vixen's hot pussy while she squirmed beneath me. I bent forward and lay atop her. My weight pressed her body hard against the spanking bench, reinforcing her submissive position.

I undid the belt around her neck. She tried to raise her head, but I used a feline trick and grabbed her by the scruff with my canines. I moved my paws to her withers and pressed hard against her shoulder blades. She was forced back down. She tried to move for several seconds before giving up and submitting to me.

My testicles kicked into high gear, and I spurted my first load deep into her womb. I growled like a feral as I emptied my balls for the first time into her waiting body. I think that I scared her with the intensity of my guttural growls, but I did not particularly care. She wanted to play games, and I was not above playing some of my own.

After my first orgasm was done, I moved my paws around her body to play with her breasts. Her boobs were smashed rather hard against the spanking bench by my weight resting on her back, but I forced my fingers between them and the bench. I found her nipples and started to play with them as I dumped a second load into her pussy.

I enjoyed playing with Miss Shirley for quite some time. It had been a couple of weeks since I had enjoyed sex with a partner, and I was naturally long in my ties. She started to grow restless as I continued to hold her in position well past a half hour, but some hard smacks on her flanks cured her of that problem. She lay there pliantly as I used her for my pleasure.

Around the forty-five minute mark, I finally wilted. There was a gush of sperm and female nectar as my knot slipped out of her vagina. We made quite a mess on the floor.

I stood back. I was panting hard, but I considered a second round. Looking at the clock, I realized that I needed to get cleaned up and prepared for dinner. In addition, there was a need to retain some strength for this evening. After all, I was going to have five foxes auditioning for me tonight.

I gently pulled the dildo out of Miss Shirley's ass hole. I was not too surprised that it came out relatively easily. Again, I suspected that her backside saw frequent usage. I let her up and steadied her for a moment as she swayed.

When she was steady on her feet, I ordered her, "Clean up this mess, Miss Shirley, and be thorough. If you miss anything, you go back onto the bench for more punishment!"

The vixen mewed around her gag.

"The gag only comes out when I am satisfied that your punishment is over. If you continue to complain, I will send you back to your Mistress wearing it. How do you think that will go over with her?"

That got me a look of real terror.

There were cleaning implements in the schoolroom closet. She quickly filled a bucket with soap and water and washed the floor and spanking bench. I watched her work rather appreciatively, as her naked ass was thrust high into the air as she knelt on the floor to work under the spanking bench.

I used a damp towel to clean her up some before removing the gag. I set it and the dildo in the sink and told her to clean them. She made short work of the chore. While she cleaned them, I dressed.

I put the toys back into the desk drawer and locked it. It was almost five thirty.

"Get dressed and get back to your teacher," I told Miss Shirley. "Tell her that I was satisfied with your cooperation and consider you properly chastised."

Miss Shirley gave a sigh of relief. I am sure that a negative report back to her Mistress would have resulted in some very painful repercussions.

"You are dismissed," I said as I gathered my things and headed for the door. I did not look back at her as she left the room close behind me.

I was able to get in a quick shower and a change of clothes before meeting my prospective students at our table. I suspected that they already knew what had happened. They seemed rather upset for some reason. It slowly dawned on me that these five foxes had actually wanted to be my first here. I found that rather strange, but at the same time rather interesting. As I observed them, I wondered if they were also upset that I had sex with a fox outside their group, since I was "their teacher".

It was an interesting thought. Teachers and students were quite promiscuous, yet these five seemed to want a more monogamous relationship, judging by their somewhat sullen comments and body language. It certainly offered interesting possibilities, and I was not necessarily against it, if I got what I wanted.

After dinner was over, I told my five possible students, "Go to your dorms and get your things. You are moving in tonight. So long as you please me and we want each other, you can stay. I will, however, have your rooms held in case we decide that things are not going to work out for us."

The five foxes rushed off. Smiles had reappeared on their muzzles as they realized that they had escaped the dormitories and their abusive residents, at least for now. I suspected that they would do a lot to prevent a return to their old dorm rooms and the abuses that they held.

All they had to worry about now was me.