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Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 3

Mister Walter

(First Act)

S.M. Wolf

Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Disciplinarian 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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My five vulpine students assembled in my quarters shortly before seven o'clock that evening. I allowed them a few minutes to store their meager belongings in the rooms that they had selected. I wondered how they had apportioned them, but I did not ask.

When they were done, they began their study period. I sat on the couch behind them and watched them. It was curious to see their seating arrangement. Mister Walter had the chair on the far right while Mister Bartholomew had the seat on the far left. Miss Autumn had the center seat with Miss Eira to her right and Miss Arianwyn to her left. It was the same as last night, so I wondered if there was some significance to it.

Mainly, though, I watched their bushy tails and waited for later that night. Underneath my robes, my dick was unsheathed and throbbing at the sight of five young asses that were mine for the taking.

At eight o'clock, I began the night's lesson. This time it was in Civics and covered basic fox-wolf government interactions. Since the wolves had subjugated the foxes, it was more of a Master-slave relationship. To put it mildly, foxes were third-class citizens. I knew that my students were painfully aware of this, but I added historical context for better understanding. I am sure that the additional information did not make it any more pleasant for them, though.

When the bell sounded nine o'clock, I ended the lesson.

"I will expect a five hundred word essay on today's subject tomorrow evening after study period," I told them as I erased the blackboard. I grinned at their groans behind me.

I turned to face them.

"And that ends the study and lesson portions of the evening.

"Now it is time for me to play with you," I said.

That made them very nervous. They looked everywhere except at me.

I let them sit there until all five eventually returned their gazes to me.

"Now, the first thing that I want you to do, and the same thing that I expect you to do every night after the lesson, is to stand up, remove your clothes, place them on your desk, and stand behind your chairs with tails down. You will bow your heads and wait for me to tell you what to do," I commanded them. "You will be silent and still or face punishment."

Docilely, all five of my students stood up and disrobed. They folded their clothes neatly and lay them on their desks. They stood silently behind their chairs, waiting for me to say or do something.

I looked them over. They were certainly a diverse group. They would no doubt provide quite delicious times for me as I indulged my desires in the coming years.

After some time of letting them stand and worry, I said, "You will select one of you to be my partner tonight. After you make your selection, we will go to the Punishment Room.

"Tomorrow night, we will repeat this with a different fox until all five of you have spent the night with me.

"Who will be the first subject?" I asked.

The other four foxes instantly pointed at Mister Walter before he could even raise a paw. He seemed shocked.

"Mister Walter it is then.

"Mister Walter, lead us to the Punishment Room," I instructed the naked dog fox.

Mister Walter's ears drooped and his tail dragged, but he did as ordered. He walked down the left corridor past the student bedrooms and opened the door to the Punishment Room. The other four foxes walked behind him in a single-file line. I brought up the rear, which provided a nice sight of gently swaying fox asses and tails.

Once inside the Punishment Room, I put Mister Walter standing near the center, which also placed him in front of my spanking bench.

"The rules are simple," I told the other foxes.

"You may select any toy or device from in the room. Mister Walter is to be bound, receive a play punishment, and have a toy or device used on him. Which of each is up to you four," I told my students. "I will determine the severity of each, but in general, I will be seeking play rather than pain."

The four foxes suddenly perked up greatly at the prospect of deciding Mister Walter's fate. Their perkiness was counterbalanced by the further falling of Mister Walter's tail, ears and shoulders. He was one dejected dog!

I cautioned them, "I would point out, though, that you will each be subjected to the same treatment in the coming days. You may well want to temper your newfound power with the knowledge that you are going to be on the receiving end soon.

"Begin!"

The four foxes slowly dispersed throughout the room. At first, they were nervous and tentative, only looking at things that were already out on the shelves or hanging from the walls. Then Miss Eira opened a cupboard and squealed. The others came running to see what she had found. She held up a rather large wolf cock made of soft silicone. She turned to look at Mister Walter and smiled. In a very suggestive manner, she wrapped her thumb and index finger around the shaft and began to thrust it hard through her fingers.

Mister Walter whimpered.

It was all that I could do not to burst out laughing.

After that, my foxes got into everything in their curiosity. They found all sorts of toys, devices, ointments, lubricants, paddles, canes, plugs, dildos and other things. As each found something new and exciting, they would call out to the others, and they would come running to discuss using it on Mister Walter.

Mister Walter was not exactly excluded from the discussions, even if he said nothing. Their comments were rather loud and included many looks back to the dog standing in front of me. I hid my grin as it became obvious that they were playing with him. It became harder to hide my amusement when they started bringing large dildos and other toys over and holding them against his body to see if they would fit into Mister Walter or not.

Still, I wondered what they would decide to do with their leader. Followers given power can be cruel at times. On the other paw, he had gained them some level of security with me. Would that temper their actions or not?

It took well over half an hour for the four to reach a consensus. By the time that they made their selections, Mister Walter was positively crestfallen.

"Okay," Miss Eira said as the four foxes stood in a line before us. "We decided what we want you to do to Walter."

"_Mister_Walter," I said pointedly.

"Mister Walter," Miss Eira corrected herself.

"We want him secured to the spanking bench. While on there, we want him paddled."

Mister Bartholomew held up a nice eighteen-inch-long ash paddle. At four inches wide and a half-inch thick, I was sure it would have a good heft.

"We think that a dozen whacks are about right.

"Once you are done with that, we want you to insert a butt plug in his ass."

Miss Autumn positively beamed as she held up an extra large pear-shaped hard plastic butt plug. She modeled it for Mister Walter. If anything, he managed to cringe even more.

"And just to make it fun going in, we want you to use a lubricant with ginger extract."

Mister Walter yelped at the sight of the ginger-laced anal lubricant that Miss Arianwyn displayed. Like Miss Autumn, she was grinning broadly at Mister Walter's discomfort.

"And we also want you to take him out of here in cuffs," Miss Eira said as she held up a pair of policefur-issue metal cuffs.

"Anything else?" I asked drolly.

"Not tonight," Miss Eira said. "But maybe next time we can come up with something better to punish Mister Walter for offering us to you without telling us beforehand."

That was certainly an interesting and startling revelation. Apparently, Mister Walter was a bold fox willing to seize the opportunities presented to him. The others did not seem to mind his actions, but Mister Walter could only stare at the floor. He did not appear to realize that they were not mad at him.

"I find your choices acceptable," I told the four students.

"Mister Walter, the spanking bench," I said as I pointed to the piece of bondage furniture.

Glumly, Mister Walter walked the short distance to the spanking bench and climbed on. Unlike the simpler bench in my classroom, this one had a smaller top rail designed only to support the occupant's upper torso. There were small cutouts on the sides of the rail to allow a vixen's breast to hang down freely. The spankee's arms and legs were supported on four smaller platforms mounted on vertical cylinders. The platforms were adjustable in height and rotatable to allow positioning of the victim in any attitude desired. All five portions of the bench were covered in well-padded bright red leather

And, of course, there were straps. Plenty of straps!

The advantage of this system for me was that the spankee's ass and nether regions were quite accessible to my paws and penis. I could easily move from a beating to a rear entry without having to release the student. I was rather looking forward to doing so in the future. For tonight, I would do as my students desired.

I set the supports for Mister Walter's arms and legs at a height such that they supported most of his weight. I lightly strapped him down, more for play than because I thought that the straps were needed for this portion of the night's fun.

I took the paddle from Mister Bartholomew and walked to Mister Walter's left flank. I pointed to the floor on the other side of the bench and told the other foxes, "Stand there."

My students quickly took up their positions. They were grinning at Mister Walter. I am sure that they had seen each other and other foxes disciplined frequently. It appeared that, so long as they were not the one on the spanking bench, they were as ready to watch as I was to paddle Mister Walter.

"How nice, Mister Walter. You already have your tail up for us," I said jocularly.

The young dog did in fact have his tail raised high in the air, ready for his punishment. I supposed that by the time he had reached the level of a Freshman in the reformatory school system that it had been drilled into him mercilessly to keep his tail up always. I did not mind wither way. I was going to get the same enjoyable sight in the end either way.

"I suppose that I could start paddling you, but I have some other plans for right now." I informed him.

I placed the paddle across his back. I smiled as I ran my paws over Mister Walter's lower back. I slid further down and stroked his ass. He wriggled just a bit at my touch.

"You know that I am going to have this tonight, don't you, Mister Walter?" I asked as I gave his left ass cheek a small squeeze.

"Yes, Sir," he replied in a small voice.

I chuckled and continued to squeeze and grope his ass.

I glanced at the other foxes. They were seemingly mesmerized by what I was doing to Mister Walter. They were also all grinning broadly. They obviously were enjoying the show.

The spanking bench spread Mister Walter's thighs. I took advantage of that to reach beneath him and grab his testicles. I gave the small orbs a little squeeze. Mister Walter hissed in fear.

"Easy, Mister Walter," I reassured him. "This is play. I will be sure to let you know when it is punishment."

He relaxed some but was still obviously nervous. Given that a strange self-proclaimed sadist was gripping his balls, he was probably justified.

I had no intentions to hurt him yet. I played with his balls for about a minute. I stroked and cupped them repeatedly. It was amazing how soft the fur covering them was. As I played with them, they rose until they were tight against his body. Apparently, his body at least enjoyed the physical stimulation of my touch.

My paw slid further beneath Mister Walter's bound body. I stroked his lightly furred sheath. I was rewarded with a long moan.

"Enjoying that, Mister Walter?" I asked unnecessarily. I ignored his lack of response. I could see his closed eyes and open smile.

I found his penis. He was already erect with a well-formed knot. I allowed some of his pre-cum to drizzle onto my palm. I used it as lubricant as I slowly stroked his shaft with my closed fist. He started vocalizing with soft calls of "Yiff!" as he got closer and closer to orgasm.

I stopped.

Mister Walter's head came around and he stared at me open-mouthed. I just smiled back as I picked up the paddle again.

"A dozen strokes for you first, Mister Walter," I reminded him.

"Call for your first one."

Mister Walter wet his lips nervously. I had paddled him once before, but this was rather different. He was not sure what to expect.

"One, Sir."

I ran the paddle over Mister Walter's ass for several seconds. I enjoyed caressing my partners during spanking play this way. It also happened to force Mister Walter wait in suspense.

I finally decided to give him his first stroke. With a sudden, quick flick of my wrist, I took the paddle back and brought it forward in a stinging blow. He gave a yelp, but I think it was more one of surprise than pain. I certainly struck nowhere near as hard as I had when I punished him before.

I returned to running the paddle over his ass cheeks and waited.

"Two, Sir," he said tentatively.

I again took my time and played with his behind, using the paddle to caress his ass before delivering a short, sharp blow. There was no yelp this time, but he did jump nicely.

"Three, Sir," he said with some more confidence. He appeared to finally be realizing that my play was not going to be too painful for him.

One by one, I applied all twelve strokes. Each was hard enough to sting nicely but not so hard as to cause real pain. Mister Walter's ass did some enjoyable gyrations as I paddled him, but I could tell that he was okay. He was barely breathing faster.

After the twelfth stroke, I handed the paddle back to Mister Bartholomew and told him, "Hold this."

I ran the claw tip of my right index finger up and down Mister Walter's spine. He curved his back into a delicious bow in reaction to my ticklish touch.

"Did you enjoy that, Mister Walter?" I asked in a sweet voice. My tone should have tipped him off.

"Yes, Sir!" he replied. I think that he actually did. He obviously had expected something far more painful. Given the alternatives, it was indeed a comparatively pleasant experience/

"Good," I told him as my paw found the strap about his waist.

I yanked on the strap hard and forced his body uncomfortably tight against the spanking bench.

"Because we have some other things to discuss now, and they are not going to be as pleasant," I said in a firm voice.

The smiles were gone from the other four foxes. Looks of fear and dread replaced them. All they could do was watch in horror as I tightened the straps about Mister Walter until he could no longer even squirm. It was clear that I was mad and that Mister Walter was in for some serious pain.

I went to the wall and selected a four-foot-long ash cane. It was about the size of my pinky but strong and supple. As I walked back to the spanking bench and the waiting foxes, I cut the air with it several times. It made a nice, menacing whistle.

"Mister Walter, Mister Farley and his companions still has very sore asses due to your little tricks," I stated decisively. It was clear that there was no question in my mind exactly what he had done to the five rival dogs.

"How did-," he said in dismay before realizing what he was admitting and shutting up.

"Oh, Mister Walter, it is not that hard to figure it out. You obviously wanted to force my paw, as it were, and arranged a crucible to ensure that I would intervene and accept you and your friends.

"I think that your actions merit punishment for the pain that you brought Mister Farley and his friends," I told him flatly. "Don't you?"

Mister Walter swallowed and nervously replied, "Yes, Sir."

I tapped his ass with the cane.

"Five strokes, one for each of the foxes punished because of your actions, Mister Walter," I said.

I saw some relief on his face. Five strokes would not be much for a dog fox. Then I saw worry appear as he realized that only five strokes also meant that I could be quite aggressive with each stroke. This could be really bad for him.

"O- One, Sir," he said nervously.

I raised the cane and brought it down on the upper curve of his ass, cutting a line of pain across both cheeks. I struck much harder than the earlier paddling, and my dog fox yelped in pain. I was sure that I left a nice welt.

"Two, Sir," he said uncertainly.

The next stroke was just as hard. I laid it down parallel to the first about an inch-and-a-half lower on his ass.

"Three, Sir," Mister Walter said. I could see tears glistening in his eyes.

I placed a third line of fire across the center of his ass. He yelped loudly in pain.

It took a few seconds for Mister Walter to regain his breath. He was panting hard now.

"Four, Sir"

The fourth blow was delivered to the lower curve of his butt. He jumped quite nicety when the cane hit his tender flesh. I was sure that at least some of the force of the blow was transmitted to his testicles as well. Briefly, I wondered if he enjoyed the sensation or not.

"Five, Sir!" he said in a loud voice. Clearly, he was happy that this would be his last stroke.

I delivered a hard blow to the bottom curve of his ass just above his thighs. I got a very loud yelp in response to the pain. I could see his balls jiggle more than a bit from the force of the stroke as well.

I checked Mister Walter's ass. There were five long welts already rising under his fur. A glance at the other four foxes showed that they were rooted in place. Suddenly, all the fun had gone out of their evening.

"Those were for the five foxes that you manipulated yesterday, Mister Walter," I told him.

"Your next punishment is for manipulating me."

I saw real fear not only on Mister Walter's face but also on the faces of the other foxes. While I am sure that they all played these little games, I was equally sure that they knew that there would be severe consequences if they were caught manipulating a teacher. Here in the privacy of the Punishment Room, I could do literally anything I wanted, so long as I did not kill Mister Walter. It could be a long, painful, bloody night for him culminating in a trip to the Dispensary.

Mister Walter knew that he had been caught.

"I'm sorry, Sir." He said in a small voice.

"I am sure that you will be, by the time that I am done," I said loftily.

"A teacher can only give out a punishment of three dozen strokes at a time for a given offense, Mister Walter. You just earned the full thirty-six.

"However, I can add more strokes for failing to ask for your strokes in a timely fashion, excessive squirming, dropping your tail or a multitude of other reasons. I can even make up something to keep you there indefinitely, Mister Walter."

The magnitude of his predicament slowly seeped in. His face took on a look of pure horror at the thought of what could happen to him. His ass was already on fire from the five strokes I gave him for manipulating other students that I did not know. What would I do to him for manipulating me?

"Call for your first stroke!" I commanded him almost angrily.

Mister Walter closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, curled his toes and balled his paws into fists.

"May I have my first stroke, Sir!" he asked. His entire body was tensed to receive the stroke.

I held nothing back this time. I intended to teach Mister Walter a lesson that he would never forget. The stroke landed between the fourth and fifth of the five I had just delivered. Mister Walter screamed loudly as pain ripped through his body. It took only a few moments for a small red streak of blood to appear where I had struck.

Mister Walter sobbed but gamely said, "May I have my second stroke, Sir!"

My next devastating blow landed between the third and forth strokes delivered before and brought another uncontrolled scream of pain and a red line of blood.

The smell of scared fox permeated the Punishment Room. The other four foxes were obviously terrified at what they were watching happen to Mister Walter. They were powerless to do anything but watch, though. Each knew that they could be on the spanking bench next if they even asked me to stop.

Mister Walter was starting to blubber as he tried to twist in his bonds and somehow escape the pain. Still, he said, "May I have my third stroke, Sir!"

The next stroke landed on the upper curve of his ass, halfway between the second and third strokes I had delivered earlier. This time, the pain was such that that he screamed for several seconds before calming down some. He was still crying uncontrollably from the pain now.

"May I have my fourth stroke, Sir!" he stoutly said around his sobs of agony. Tears were flowing freely now, and his cheeks were soaked.

I spared nothing on the fourth stroke. It cut Mister Walter quite nicely between the first and second strokes from before. This time there was a wider and stronger line of blood than before, and Mister Walter's head flailed about as he tried to somehow ease the pain in his ass.

It took him nearly a minute, but Mister Walter finally said, "May I have my fifth stroke, Sir!"

I rested the cane on my right shoulder and looked down at the dog fox. It was clear that he was in immense pain. He was crying wildly, and his tears were starting to form a small puddle on the floor. I was actually surprised that he had not pissed himself yet.

"No, Mister Walter," I said contemplatively. "You may not have your fifth stroke."

I could see the stunned and incredulous looks on the other foxes faces. I doubt that they had ever had a teacher stop a punishment, no matter how horrific and no matter how much damage that they were doing to the fox.

It took many seconds for my words to sink in.

"Sir?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"I think that I have made my point, Mister Walter," I told him,

I gently stroked his back.

"Lay your head down and rest, Mister Walter," I instructed him in a soothing voice.

I think comprehension finally came to my young student. He started blubbering madly as he realized that his horrible punishment was indeed over early.

I let Mister Walter lay there for several minutes while I comforted him by gently rubbing and stroking his back. I did not know what the other foxes were thinking, and I did not care at that point.

When Mister Walter finally regained his composure, I squatted in front of him and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

"Mister Walter, have I made my point?" I asked firmly. "I will not allow you to manipulate me!"

Mister Walter shook his head up-and-down and replied, "Y- Yes, Sir!" before hiccupping.

I turned my head and looked at my other students.

"Did I make my point with you as well?" I asked unequivocally.

All four shook their heads affirmatively. I heard a loud chorus of "Yes, Sir!" and "Absolutely, Sir!" as they assured me of their understanding.

"Good!" said as I stood. "Because I find this type of punishment highly distasteful."

All five foxes stared at me in amazement.

I returned the cane to its hook.

I bent over and looked at Mister Walter. He raised and turned his head to meet my gaze.

"And your actions were totally unnecessary, Mister Walter. A simple request to be my special students would have gotten you here tonight, with a much less sore ass. Mister Farley and his companions might have gotten a chance at me, as well as others, but from what I have seen so far, I most likely would have selected you and your friends," I told him.

A look of anguish crept across Mister Walter's face as he realized that he had likely endured his beating for nothing.

I turned to the other foxes.

"Mister Walter is still going to get his butt plugged before he leaves here tonight, and the cuffs stay," I told them. "I will give you one minute to make any changes in your other choices."

The other foxes shook off their confusion. There were a few whispered words and then a quick dash to the cupboards. They returned with a medium-size soft silicone butt plug and simple anal lubricant.

"It appears that your friends do indeed like you, Mister Walter," I said as I looked down at him. "Now let's get your ass plugged."

I drizzled a stream of lubricant down the crack of Mister Walter's ass and over his anus. He jumped just a bit as he felt the cool fluid run over his exposed pink flesh.

I gently rubbed his pink pucker with my index finger to work the lubricant into its wrinkles and crevices. As I pressed against his anus, I felt his anal muscles slowly relax. After a minute, the tip of my index finger disappeared into his interior.

I added more lubricant to my finger and slowly and carefully coated his interior. I kept my finger inside his as much as possible to help loosen his tail hole.

"One of you coat the plug," I told the others.

Miss Arianwyn promptly grabbed the plug. She gave it a generous glob of lubricant and smoothed it over the surface. The toy glistened in the bright lights of the Punishment Room.

I was struck with an idea.

I withdrew my finger and grabbed Mister Walter's ass cheeks in both paws. I spread them as wide as I could. He whimpered loudly from the pain of my touch.

"Do you want to insert the pug, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked. "It is optional, and there will be no punishments to anyone if you say no. This is more play than punishment now."

The vixen smiled for the first time in quite some time.

"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically.

She obviously knew something about butt plugs. She worked the silicone plug into Mister Walter's ass hole slowly, taking time to allow his anus and rectum to adjust to its presence. She actually managed to get the dog to start groaning in pleasure before she slipped the last little bit into his rectum and gave the plug a twist to set the T-handle across his crack. It was quite a feat, given Mister Walter's obvious pain.

I stroked Mister Walter's flanks, being careful not to touch his welts.

"You look very nice like this, Mister Walter. I think that I will have to have you bound while bent over with a large plug in your ass frequently," I commented.

I smiled and laughed at his yelp of indignation.

I found a towel and wiped my paws clean. I let Miss Arianwyn do the same. I did not wipe the excess from Mister Walter. I liked how the lubricant covering his crack and nuts glistened.

I undid the straps holding Mister Walter down and pulled his arms behind him. The pawcuffs closed around his wrists with a satisfying metallic click.

"Keep that plug in your ass, or I will put a bigger one in it," I growled in mock threat. "Now get up."

Mister Walter stood. I watched him carefully to gauge his condition. He swayed and was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he seemed okay, even after his ordeal. I was secretly glad that my little demonstration would not require him to spend the night in the Dispensary. I just hoped that I had indeed made my point and that there would be no repeats in the coming four years. Like any good teacher, I had some plans to reinforce my lesson, just in case.

I turned to my four other students.

"You are dismissed. As I said before, where you sleep and what you do is up to you, so long as you do not disturb me," I told them.

Despite my prior assurances, they still seemed stunned. I did wonder if Mister Bartholomew would be extremely lucky that night or left to paw off while the vixens enjoyed some purely female pleasures. It was no business of mine, but I did hope that all four would find some enjoyment that night. Secretly, I wanted them to enjoy their time with me. If they did, we would all benefit.

I turned to Mister Walter and said, "My bedroom. March!"

Reluctantly, Mister Walter did as ordered. His tail was up, but the rest of his body drooped in defeat and pain. I could still hear occasional sniffles.

The walk across the hallway was brief. I only paused to turn the ventilation in the Punishment Room up to maximum to clear the air of terrified fox scent. Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door and turned to Mister Walter.

"On the bed, kneeling. Face the head of the bed," I told him as I began to undress.

I suspect that Mister Walter had been in many teachers' beds in the past, but I did not care. He was a good looking, if small, fox. My shaft was already fully erect, or it would have leapt from its sheath at the sight of him kneeling there with his thighs spread wide, tail raised and head lowered as he waited for me to mount him.

I crawled into bed and slid behind Mister Walter. I placed my left paw on his stomach and started to slowly rub his belly with a slow, circular motion. I used my right paw to scritch his ears and scruff. His body was very tense.

I lay my muzzle on his left shoulder and said softly, "Quite a night already, Mister Walter, and it is not yet over for either of us."

I slammed Mister Walter belly first into the mattress. I bent forward and applied my full weight to his smaller frame to hold him down firmly. He tried to squirm away in fear, but he was trapped beneath me.

Using my right paw, I grabbed his neck and forced his head around to face me. He screamed when he saw my bared canines a fraction of an inch from his left eye. He tried to pull away again frantically, but I kept him pinned with my superior weight and strength.

"There can only be one alpha in this pack, Mister Walter! And that wolf is me! Fuck around with trying to manipulate me and you and your friends are out the door!

"Understand me?" I snarled.

"Yes! Yes!" he cried in utter terror.

He closed his eyes and implored me, "Please don't bite me!"

I could smell the strong stench of his terror.

"Good, because I refuse to be fighting you constantly for the next four years!" I growled menacingly.

I held him down for just a moment more.

I smiled and gave his left ear an almost playful lick. I placed my muzzle against it and whispered, "You won, Wally. You and your friends are as safe and secure as you can be in this hellhole. Enjoy the fruits of your victory. Don't mess things up by trying to dictate things all the time."

My right paw gently massaged the scruff of his neck while I waited for my words to sink in.

Mister Walter slowly opened his eyes to my smiling face. I laughed a bit at his look of shock.

Gradually, the implications of my words sank in.

"We're safe, Sir?" he ask in a tremulous voice.

"As safe as you can be here, Mister Walter," I confirmed. "All you have to do is want it. I am actually not that terrible a wolf, at the end of the day, and would prefer mutual sexual fun to physical torture of you and your friends.

"As you learned tonight, that does not mean that I will not punish you, but I will limit it to when you deserve it. That is about as good as you can reasonably expect here."

Tears welled up in his eyes. I turned him onto his side and pulled him to me. He placed his head against my chest and started bawling like a scared little kit.

I just held him and let his crying run its course. I strongly suspected that he had never considered what happened after he got me to accept him and his friends. In some ways, he and I were alike. Both of us were goal driven.

When he had quieted, I raised up his face to look at me. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were wet.

"Feeling a little better, Mister Walter?" I asked.

He actually smiled and nodded yes.

"Good," I told him.

I reached behind him and found the pawcuffs. They had a small release button that I pushed. They opened, and I removed them from his wrists.

"Go into the bathroom. Get cleaned up and collect yourself. Take your time," I told him.

Mister Walter almost ran to the door of the bathroom. I heard a couple of stifles sobs, but he seemed alright. I lay on my side watching him and smiled. He had such a nice little tush and tail!

My young dog fox was gone for only fifteen minutes. When he returned, he seemed to be much more collected and calm. His face was cleaned, and his eyes, while still quite red, were clear.

I tapped the bed beside me and said, "Face down on the bed, Mister Walter."

Obediently, Mister Walter came to the bed and lay down. Without being told, he crossed his wrists behind his back and lifted his tail. He looked up at me expectantly. He seemed a bit worried, but at the same time, he was smiling. I found that interesting, as most likely he was expecting me to cuff him again and butt fuck him hard and fast.

I got out of bed and went to the dresser. From the top drawer, I extracted a white tube and a nozzle. I removed the cap of the tube and attached the nozzle tip the tube. Mister Walter watched every movement, but he did not seem too concerned. He probably thought it was just anal lubricant.

I knelt over Mister Walter's thighs. I have to say that the sight of his ass was most enticing. I was still flying at full staff and considered some fun using my paw while enjoying the view, but I had other things to do right now.

I ram my paw over Mister Walter's ass against the grain of his fur. He jerked in pain as I exposed nine very angry welts. The blood had dried on the four worst ones, and it probably made it hurt worse when I ran my paw over his matted fur.

I took the tip of the nozzle and applied a liberal dose of ointment to the lowest welt. It flowed over his wound nicely.

Mister Walter gasped. I glanced at his face. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open.

"Is that painful, Mister Walter?" I asked in concern.

"No, Sir!" he said in wonder. "The pain is all gone!"

I chuckled.

"Good! This stuff costs a fortune. I am glad it at least works as advertised<' I said.

"What is it, Sir?" he asked. His curiosity was evident. I think it was as much to learn what it was as why I would use it on him to relieve his discomfort.

"A little bit of everything. A local anesthetic. An antibiotic. Something to help prevent scarring. Something else to help with open wounds," I told him. "I found it in an on-line BDSM store and had it shipped in to me. I thought it might prove useful."

With a mock growl, I added, "Just not so soon!"

Mister Walter gave a yip of fear until he saw my grin and realized that I was not actually angry.

"Why, Sir?"

"Why what, Mister Walter?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I was bad. You punished me like I deserved. Any other teacher would let me suffer until I healed," he told me. "In fact, many would spank me often to keep the pain... intense."

"I punished you as I saw fit, and as I would again, but your punishment is over. It is time for the healing to start, Mister Walter. Now be quiet," I told him as I applied more ointment to his battered behind.

It took a couple of minutes to coat all of his welts, but it was obvious that he was feeling better. His tail was wagging by the time that I was done.

I put away the ointment. I lay back down beside him and propped my head up on my left paw. He was watching me.

"So, Mister Walter," I said, "it seems that we are alone in my bedroom with some time to kill."

"Yes, Sir," he replied softly.

"Feel up to some fun?" I asked.

He nodded and answered quietly, Yes, Sir."

I looked him in the eyes for several seconds. He seemed to indeed be feeling much better. I checked the welts on his ass. The swelling had definitely gone down in even this short time.

"Up on all fours, Mister Walter," I told him with a grin as I got off the bed. I pulled a large jar of Vaseline out from the nightstand drawer. I grinned broadly at him as I knelt behind him. There was some fear on his face, but he was also smiling. I might be average for a wolf, but he was much smaller than I was. I was going to stretch his tail hole wide when I mounted him from behind.

I pulled and twisted the butt plug. I took my time removing it. It must have felt good, because Mister Walter was moaning rather nicely by the time it popped out of his bottom.

"Muzzle forward, Mister Walter!" I ordered him, but there was no anger in my voice.

I dipped my index finger into the jar and brought out a large glob of petroleum jelly. I applied it to Mister Walter's exposed pink anal rose. I worked it into his exposed skin gently. I teased him with my finger, but I never penetrated his anus.

This went on for several minutes as Mister Walter became increasingly agitated and aroused. I watched as his pink shaft emerged from his sheath and slowly descended. His knot swelled, and drops of precum started to dribble from the tip of his knob.

"Back up onto your knees, Mister Walter," I told him.

I think I confused him, but he did as ordered.

The handcuffs went back on. I went to the bathroom and found a large towel. When I returned, I placed it on the bed in front of Mister Walter. He eyed it uncertainly.

I knelt behind Mister Walter. I pulled his body tight against me. My throbbing erection pressed against his back. My left paw started rubbing his belly. He tensed.

"No pain this time, Mister Walter. Only pleasure," I reassured him as I started to nuzzle his neck.

I coated my right palm with Vaseline. My right paw wrapped around Mister Walter's erection. I started to stroke his dick. He closed his eyes and sighed. I smiled.

Mister Walter was a rather small canine, even for a fox. I had to open my ring and pinky fingers to allow me to get a good stroke along the length of his cock. It did not seem to matter to my dog. I could feel the veins in his shaft throbbing as his dick tried to jump out of my gentle grip.

I started slow and gradually speeded up over several minutes. I could feel his balls growing larger and then ascending. He was panting as I felt his body tense. He was right at the verge and trying desperately to not climax without my permission.

"Cum for me, my fox," I whispered in his right ear as I gave him several quick strokes.

With several loud cries of "Yiff!" he spurted. His hot jism arched through the air and fell onto the waiting towel. I kept pawing him hard and fast for several seconds and was rewarded with copious cum.

I slowed but did not stop my pawing of my dog's cock. When he regained his breath, I started speeding up my tempo again. A minute later, the room again echoed with his cries of "Yiff!", as more of his seed was deposited on the towel.

I am not sure what Mister Walter was expecting, but I continued to paw him off for some time. I only stopped when his erection wilted, and his shaft returned to his sheath.

There was quite a bit of sperm decorating the towel by now. I saw Mister Walter eyeing it speculatively. I just grabbed the towel and tossed it in the hamper. The laundry staff would no doubt have a few interesting moments when they found it tomorrow.

"Now that I have given you some fun, Mister Walter," I told the dog watching me, "I think it is time that I get some relief."

I pointed to a spot on the floor beside the bed and ordered him, "Kneel facing the bed!"

I helped Mister Walter off the bed and down onto the floor. Fortunately, for him, I had thick throw carpets covering most of the hard wooden floor. I stepped over him and sat on the edge of the bed.

I growled in frustration. Even with the mattress sinking, I was too high for him to reach me easily. He was certainly a small dog!

I stood and went to the lowest chair in the bedroom.

"On second thought, Mister Walter," I said, "come here.

"Do not stand up, though."

Mister Walter quickly scooted over to me on his knees. I was now low enough for his head to easily reach me. He stared at my fully erect cock and licked his lips in obvious anticipation. He had a large smile on his muzzle, so I think he was reasonably happy, even if he was about to suck me off.

I laughed. I wetted the tip of my index finger with several drops of my precum and coated his lips. He eagerly ran his tongue over his lips to taste my essence.

I shifted my hips t the very edge of the chair seat and opened my legs wide. I pointed to the large pink shaft jutting from my crotch and said, "Begin."

Mister Walter was an eager if not overly proficient cocksucker. He gobbled up my shaft and started bobbing his head up and down. I leaned back and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation of his warm mouth engulfing my hard dick.

With all that had happened already that night, I was not surprised when I erupted in his mouth a few seconds later. He gagged at the flood of hot sperm that I sent shooting down his throat. Instinctively, he withdrew, which only resulted in me coating his face and muzzle with my seed. I made a rather sticky messy of his facial fur.

"Keep going, Mister Walter," I told him as I sat there savoring the warm afterglow of my first orgasm.

My afterglow quickly turned to a raging fire as he attacked my cock again. In only a minute, Mister Walter had me cumming for a second time.

I had him suck me off three more times. I was not fully satiated, but I knew that it had been a very hard night for my dog, and I did not want to ruin him the very first night. I would have plenty of opportunities in the coming years to take my pleasure from him.

Without removing the pawcuffs, I took Mister Walter to the bathroom. I washed away the mess on his face.

"You have ten minutes to finish getting ready for bed, Mister Walter," I informed him as I removed the handcuffs. "I forbid you to take a shower or bath, though."

I smiled and added, "I want to smell you all night long."

My last comment seemed to surprise Mister Walter, but I gathered that he had many strange "requests" from teachers in the past. He said nothing as I left.

Five minutes later, he was back in my bed.

I cleaned up but also did not shower. It made little sense with a very fragrant fox sharing my bed to do so. In another two minutes, I was back in bed.

I lay on my right side and lifted my left arm.

"Come in here, Mister Walter, and spoon," I told him.

Obediently, he lay down and placed his back against my belly. I wrapped my left arm around him and gave his left cheek a kiss.

"You did well tonight, Mister Walter. Just be sure that we have no repeat of the scene in the Punishment Room," I told him. "Now rest and try to get some sleep. You'll need it for classes tomorrow."

Since I did not have a rather painful behind, I had no trouble drifting off quickly. The warm fox pressed against my belly certainly helped.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It read 5:20. It was a bit early to be getting up, but I seemed to be wide-awake.

I glanced down at the fox still lying in my embrace. I saw light glinting off his eyeballs.

"Good morning, Mister Walter," I said before I kissed him warmly.

"I'm sorry for waking you, Sir," he said with some anxiety.

"You did not wake me," I reassured him.

I started to rub his belly with my left paw again. He shifted and pressed harder against me. My morning wood slid under his tail and between his thighs.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked as I nuzzled the scruff of his neck.

"Some, Sir," he replied as he shifted so that the tip of my penis was pressed against his tail hole. "I'm used to being punished severely and... other things. You kind of get used to sleeping with the pain.

"The ointment really helped, though, Sir! Thank you."

I slid my left paw down his belly and was not surprised to meet a rather hard erection. I smiled. He seemed as ready and willing as I was.

I whispered into my dog's ear, "We have a few minutes until we have to get up, Mister Walter. What would you like to do?"

In response, he lifted his left leg high. His tail flopped over my left thigh. He wriggled his butt and rubbed his ass hole against the knob of my shaft provocatively. He was totally and completely open to my thrusts.

I laughed and said, "Hand me that lubricant. Mister Walter!"

He grabbed the jar from where it had been left on the bed. I opened it and greased his ass hole. He moaned with desire as I worked my fingers into his behind. I carefully stretched his anus until he appeared ready to receive me.

I tossed aside the Vaseline and grabbed Mister Walter by the hips. Without preamble, I thrust my shaft into him. As I anticipated, he was very tight, but at the same time, I did not encounter as much resistance after the first couple of thrusts as I anticipated. I was not surprised. I suspected that this was a well-worn path. His anus loosened quickly as I slowly thrust into his bottom.

I went slowly, but in only a few thrusts, I was up to my knot. I held steady for a moment and then almost completely withdrew. I slowly thrust my cock into him again. It went in a little easier.

I repeatedly thrust and withdrew my dick until Mister Walter's anal muscled relaxed completely and I was moving in and out easily. I picked up my tempo and thrust harder and faster. I gritted my teeth and held out as long as I could, but after only a couple of minutes, I howled and spurted my seed deep into his rectum. The sensation of me cumming in his ass set off Mister Walter, and he creamed all over the bed sheets.

I lay there holding Mister Walter against me for several minutes as I let the warmth of my sexual glow flow through me. I took the opportunity to nuzzle him. In the light of the LED alarm clock, I could see him smiling.

"Enjoy your 'wake-up call', Mister Walter?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!"

I smiled and said, "I am actually glad.

"For now, though, it is time to get ready for school."

We rose, and I took him into the shower with me. I washed him thoroughly, which allowed me to grope his entire body. As we stood together under the warm water, I allowed him to paw me off quickly.

I decided to return the favor. I turned him around and had him lean with his paws against the shower wall. I adjusted the showerhead so that the water struck his rear cheeks. I reached around him and pawed his dick with my right paw while running my left index finger in and out of his anus. As he started cumming, I searched and found his prostate. I pressed, and his entire body jumped uncontrollably. He howled as he came hard and coated the wall with his jism.

We finished our showers quickly. It was nearly time for us to leave for breakfast with the others.

Back in the bedroom, I had Mister Walter lay face down on the bed again. I took a moment to admire the view before getting the ointment out. I coated his welts again before allowing him to dress. I quickly put on my clothes and robes as well.

After we dressed, I inspected Mister Walter. As I adjusted his collar, I told him, "You cannot tell your friends what happened last tonight after we left them.

"Is that clear, Mister Walter?" I asked in a stern tone.

"Yes, Sir!" he replied promptly. I could see doubts in his eyes, but he kept his questions to himself.

"Time to gather up the others and get breakfast," I told my young dog.

We headed out to the main room and the other four foxes. I allowed Mister Walter to go first. Even with the benefits of the ointment, there was a certain extra sway in his ass that was characteristic of a well-beaten sub. I smiled as I followed him down the corridor to the start of a new day.