Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 6

Miss Eira

(Fourth Act)

S.M. Wolf

Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Disciplinarian, Miss Chantal and this story are copyrighted 2017 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.

When I awoke in the morning, I found Miss Arianwyn curled up against me, still asleep. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was about ten minutes before the alarm would ring. I turned off the alarm.

Idly, I stroked the fur of my companion from last night. I smiled in memory of our fun together. I was surprised that she was so ably capable of taking not only my fist but also so much of my arm into her pussy. I imagined doing it again, and my knob slid from my sheath. I laughed a bit at myself, but the thought of tying her spread-eagled and deep fisting her certainly appealed to my kinky and perverted nature.

When the numbers on the clock turned over to six o'clock, I whispered into Miss Arianwyn's ear, "Miss Arianwyn, time to get up."

The silver-phase fox stirred and muttered almost unintelligibly, "Five more minutes, Mom."

I quietly laughed.

"Sorry, Miss Arianwyn, but I am not your mother, and it is time to get up."

My companion blinked her eyes and looked around. She seemed confused as to where she was until her gaze centered upon me. She grinned sheepishly and ducked her head.

"Good morning, Sir," she said. Her tone was respectful but her look and attitude was almost coy.

"Good morning, Miss Arianwyn. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Sir. I slept quite well."

I think that the memory of last night returned suddenly, because her eyes widened.

I laughed again at her reaction.

"And do you feel like I split you in half yesterday, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked.

She swallowed and replied, "A bit, Sir."

"Lie back and spread your legs," I ordered my prospective student.

My vixen playmate wet her lips nervously but did as instructed.

I turned on the lights for a better view. I inspected her outer labia. There was no blood at least, though there was a lot of dried juices and other things coating her entire mound. I carefully spread her outer labia and checked her inner labia. They were likewise bloodless. Encouraged, I gently spread her pussy lips wide and looked as deep into her vagina as possible without getting out a speculum and a light.

"I see no blood, but your wall linings and labia appear very pink, bordering on red, Miss Arianwyn," I told her. "Do they hurt?"

"A bit, Sir, but then punishments are supposed to hurt," she replied in a small voice.

I snorted.

"The punishment was mainly for Mister Bartholomew, not you, and once a punishment is done, the pain should recede quickly as well.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and then I will see if I can do something about your discomfort."

I picked up Miss Arianwyn and toted her to the bathroom. I think she was shocked that I would carry her like a cub, but she made no complaint as I placed her in the tub and filled it with hot water. I added a rose-scented bubble bath. The water was soon covered with foam, and the room filled with the scent of a rose garden in full bloom.

"We have limited time, Miss Arianwyn, but take a few minutes to soak and let the hot water loosen your hurting muscles," I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied as she slipped deep into the tub. All I could see of her was the black tip of her nose barely above the bubbles.

I took care of my own needs, including a shower, before pulling the plug of the tub. Miss Arianwyn remained still as the water drained, leaving behind her foam covered body. The white foam on her black fur was most alluring. I felt another stirring in my crotch, which I forced down. There was no time for games right now, and I suspected that I would have plenty of time over the next four years for things like this.

I stood her up and quickly rinsed the soap from her fur. The faint smell of roses remained. From her smile, I gather that she enjoyed my attentions.

We dried off each other. I got in some nice groping while she playfully stroked my sheath through the fabric of the towel. Neither of us climaxed, but I think that both of us were more than a bit aroused. I know that I had a hard time keeping my weapon sheathed.

I took Miss Arianwyn back to the bedroom and had her lay down on the bed with her legs wide open again. I went to the armoire and pulled out a large medical applicator. I suspect that they had used a commercial foam applicator as the model for it. The tip was ten inches long and peppered with holes along the sides. The syringe portion held a large amount of a whitish cream.

I carefully inserted the tip into Miss Arianwyn's vagina and depressed the plunger just enough to get some of the ointment to flow out and coat the shaft of the applicator.

"OH!" Miss Arianwyn exclaimed.

"Painful?" I asked quickly.

"Cold, Sir!" she replied sheepishly.

I laughed.

"Sorry about that, but this should help your other problems."

I used the cream to lubricate her love tunnel before working the applicator in as far as I could get it. I smiled at her rather evilly as I used the tool like a dildo. She bit her lower lip, but I could tell that she was getting more and more aroused. I reached down and rubbed her prominent clitty.

"Oh, gods!" she exclaimed as she climaxed.

I rammed the piston of the applicator syringe all the way in. The cream erupted from the tip and filled Miss Arianwyn's vagina and womb. Some of it even leaked out of her slit. It must have felt like a horse dumped a huge load of cum inside her cunt.

I left Miss Arianwyn laying there with the applicator still buried in her cunny as I dressed. She just lay there smiling.

"Do you feel better, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked her.

She blinked a few times as she appeared to take stock of her pains.

"Yes, Sir," she said with some wonderment. "I do!"

"The cream will help with both the pain and the irritation. It should also speed healing," I told her as I pulled a small towel from the nightstand drawer. I pulled out the applicator and wiped off the excess that had gotten on her pelt but not that which was on her labia.

"You only have about ten minutes to get dressed, Miss Arianwyn. I suggest you hurry if you do not want to get caned for tardiness," I told her.

She grabbed her clothes and sprinted out of my bedroom, still naked. I shrugged. I doubt that any of the other foxes would comment about it. They knew what happened in my bedchambers in a general way at least, and they certainly had seen each other in the fur plenty of times.

Mister Walter and Mister Bartholomew were already at the door when I arrived. Mister Bartholomew looked sullen, but he said "Good morning, Sir!" without prompting. He seemed to accept what had happened last night, even if he was not happy about it.

I started to inspect my dogs.

"Good morning to you as well, Mister Bartholomew," I said quietly as I adjusted his collar unnecessarily. "I trust that the little bit of unpleasantness last night is passed? I bear no grudges, but I will not allow my authority to be questioned."

He dropped his eyes and replied in a soft voice, "Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I acted improperly."

"Not really," I told him. "You were just anxious about your vixen. That is quite understandable.

"The point to remember, Mister Bartholomew, is that I care for her as well and do not want to seriously hurt her, unlike many others at this school. My play may be kinky, uncomfortable and occasionally even somewhat painful, but it is never meant to be torture.

"I do not even have a great interest in extreme pain for punishment, unless I have to make a point like last night. I trust that you learned last night that the pain that I can inflict can be more than just physical and can be perhaps even worse than a beating."

"Yes, Sir," he said sullenly.

I lifted his muzzle up so that he had to look directly into my eyes.

"The point was made last night, Mister Bartholomew. Do not be stupid like that again, and I will never do that again."

I smiled and added, "Have you considered the possibilities of fisting Miss Arianwyn yourself? I think she might enjoy it. Perhaps, if you both decide to stay, I will teach you how to do it and give her more than a bit of pleasure."

The look of surprise that transformed into a brief moment of carnal desire followed quickly by a contemplative look as he considered the possibility was classic. I just smiled and inspected Mister Walter. I did note a noticeable bulge in the coyote-fox hybrid's crotch out of the corner of my eye.

Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira and Miss Autumn arrived together and slipped into line. All three were smiling, and Miss Eira and Miss Autumn kept slipping covert looks at Miss Arianwyn. I wondered if they were pondering what it would be like to have my fist slipped into them or if something else was behind their cheerfulness. I chose not to ask. Sometimes it is best not to inquire into the affairs of bitches.

Breakfast was a pleasant affair. I again divvied up my meat portion and gave it to my students. I noted that some of the other students watched with surprise and even envy. I seemed to be the only teacher doing this, but Mister Walter and the others needed the food more than I did. I had a stash of goodies in my desk if I grew hungry anyway.

After breakfast, I took Mister Walter to my classroom. We were alone, so I went to the back stockroom with him, ostensibly to get some items for the class. When the door closed behind us, I took the opportunity to press his small frame face first hard against the wall. His body stiffened for just a moment before relaxing.

"Just a little quick fun, mainly for you, Mister Walter," I whispered in his ear in a sexy voice.

My left paw wrapped around his chest, and my right paw lowered his zipper. His pink shaft popped out immediately.

"No underwear again, Mister Walter?" I asked. "Such a _bad_dog you are!"

I grabbed his shaft in my paw and started to give him a paw job. He whimpered not in fear but pleasure.

"Shhh, Mister Walter!" I said. "The others are arriving any moment, and I do not want to let them know what we are doing."

My dog said nothing, but I could see him fighting to not yell as I brought him to the edge of orgasm and held him there for nearly a minute.

"Cum for me, Mister Walter," I finally whispered in his ear as I gave his dick some extra hard strokes. I was rewarded with a large wad of cum splashing against the wall and a muffled scream of bliss as his body found release at my paws.

I held my fox as he cooled down. When he was steady again, I handed him a few paper towels and told him, "Clean up the mess you made while I get the things I need. Do not wipe yourself, though. I want you to remember what happened for the rest of the day."

Yes, Sir," he said quietly, but he was smiling as he basked in the afterglow of his sexual release. I gather that he enjoyed my brief attention. I grinned at the thought of making this a regular occurrence, if he chose to be my student.

My fun was not quite as spontaneous as he might think. I wanted to get across the idea that I would use my students when and as I wished outside the walls of my quarters. Mister Walter was a logical starting point as the group's leader and one of my classroom students. I was sure that the others would know what had happened before dinner, probably before lunch.

Mister Walter and I returned to the classroom with a couple of armloads of gear that I would need for demonstrations that day. There was one or two speculative looks when the other foxes saw us coming out of the storeroom together, but they disappeared when they saw Mister Walter overloaded with equipment. They seemed to assume that he was my overworked student assistant, the exact conclusion I wanted.

Class went quickly. I made some good connections with the students as they performed a series of experiments at their desks with simple machines. I think that they were surprised that a teacher would be interested in their classroom education. I had known before coming to the Vulpine Reformatory Academy that teaching was a distant third priority for most of the staff. Sexual fun was first, followed closely by sexual and physical torture of the students. I just never understood wasting all that time and potential talent, even when I fully planned to have frequently lifted vulpine tails and inflict many sore bottoms upon my students.

Second period was my free period for planning. Today, I had a plan beside my academic one. I smiled as I walked to the Main Office and got the key to one of the less used storerooms. I went to the back of the building and found the door I wanted. I unlocked it and turned on the lights.

Inside was a plethora of old leather. There were everything from harnesses for dogs and vixens to whips. All were old and used. They had been stored away as no longer worthy of use but still too good to throw out. As I ran my paws over the supple but worn leather, I could not help but think that it would be a good school project for my prospective students to repair all of these as a service to the school. Of course, I would need to test them before they were returned to service, and that was where my fun would begin!

The collection was extensive. I found cuffs, suspension gear, collars, gags, hoods and much, much more. I could have spent hours here, but I forced myself to move quickly. I had class in a bit, and I did not want to be late. I would return later for a more detailed inspection.

I went through the available quirts, whips and slappers. There were some good choices, but one stood out for my planned use. The small cat-o-nine-tails had a worn handle but was otherwise in very good shape. The tails were about two feet long. They ended in small leather beads and pointed tips that would produce considerable pain when they struck a fox's or, in this case, vixen's behind. There was a flared hilt that ended in a wide ring at the top of the handle. The leather-wrapped handle featured a rounded conical knob on the end that made it look rather like the knob of a male's dick. It made the handle an excellent candidate for a dildo. I could already picture it buried to the hilt with the nine leather tails falling from her pussy or tail hole.

Overall, it was perfect for my needs.

I turned off the lights and locked the door as I took the whip and left. I had to stop myself from whistling as I walked back to the office to return the key. I certainly was anticipating my fourth period class and the fun that I would start today.

My route took me through a seldom-used corridor. I was a bit surprised to see a youthful-looking vixen taking some items from a storage locker. She took one look at the whip in my paw and buried her head in the locker in apparent fear.

I initially walked past her, but then decided to have some fun with her. I turned and pointedly said, "Hall pass!"

The vixen yipped and jumped. She fumbled with her book bag and took out a laminated piece of cardboard. She offered it to me with a shaking paw, and I took it. Looking into her eyes, I could see her fear.

I glanced down at the pass. It was likely legitimate, though I suspected that there were many forgeries floating around the school. I handed it back to the quivering vixen and said, "Everything appears to be in order. Proceed."

My little fun over, I turned to continue on to the office when I heard, "Thank you for not beating me, Sir."

I turned back. She dropped her head and could not seem to look at me. I placed the handle under her muzzle and forced her head up to look me in the eyes.

"If you do something and deserve a beating, rest assured that I will give you everything that you have earned in punishment. However, I will not beat you just to beat you," I told her in a serious voice.

She swallowed and replied, "Yes, Sir. I was told that, but I was not sure. You are so hard to read, and everyone is afraid of you right now."

I heard the slight emphasis on the word hard and saw her gaze drop to my crotch. I chuckled and asked her, "Do you like 'hard' things?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied quietly.

I rubbed the phallic handle up and down the left side of her face. Her gaze flicked to it and then my crotch again before returning to my eyes. I saw no fear in them now.

"And would you like something 'hard' now?" I asked quietly. "You can say no, and there will be no repercussions, but I think we both know what is going to happen if you say yes."

The young vixen gave me a small smile.

"Wally and the others were right about you," she said. "You do care and are honest."

"That is Mister Walter," I said severely, "and yes, they are correct."

She dropped her eyes at my admonition, and I saw just a hint of apprehension cross her face. Technically, I could beat her for not addressing another student properly. I had no plans to do so, but the threat of the whip still in my paw added a nice little dynamic to our conversation.

"Yes, Sir."

Several moments passed, and then she surprised me somewhat when she said, "Yes, Sir. I do like 'hard things', like a wolf cock."

She wetted her lips and added with a bit of a blush.

"Like yours. Sir."

I chuckled.

"Such a forward young vixen!" I chided her even as I stroked her face more with the whip handle. "Perhaps I should do something about that and your liking of 'hard things'."

She grinned in response. She was playing a game with me, and we both knew it. However, we also both wanted this, and I was horny enough to take advantage of her offer.

I looked up and down the corridor. We were alone and likely no fur would come by. Even if they did, there would be no consequences. Random public rapes of foxes by the staff were common enough.

I made my decision.

"Turn around and place your head in the locker. Paws on the lip!" I ordered her.

She immediately complies. I did not even have to tell her to spread her legs or lift her tail. She presented herself willingly for my pleasure.

I placed the whip over the door of the open locker. I took off my robes and hung them there as well. Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her schoolgirl skirt and lifted it up and back to reveal her ass.

"My, my, my! No panties! Such a naughty little vixen!" I said jokingly.

From within the confines of the locker I heard her reply, "Yes, Sir. Please fuck me now to punish me for being naughty, Sir!"

I had to laugh at her zeal. Running a couple of fingers over her labia revealed how ready she was.

I leaned forward and whispered, "We do not have time for a proper mating, but I will try not to be too rough."

"It's okay, Sir. I understand. And I like it a little rough at times," she told me.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already erect cock. I ran the tip up and down over her slit a few times. She moaned in pleasure. Apparently, she was indeed ready for this.

I grasped her by the hips and placed my tip against her pussy. I slowly thrust my knob into her cunny. As soon as she felt me enter her outer vagina, the vixen thrust her hips backwards. Another two inches disappeared into her wet cunt.

"So ready!" I commented as I started to thrust hard into her.

The female fox remained relatively quiet, but I could hear plenty of suppressed squeals and yips coming from within the locker as I humped her hard and fast. It might be a quickie, but she was enjoying it to judge by her vocalizations.

I did not tie to her, but I did give the vixen the full length of my shaft. I repeated drove it deep into her before withdrawing slowly. I held off as long as I could, but with everything that already had happened this morning and what I had planned for the day, I was ready to explode. After only a couple of minutes, I emptied my load deep into her waiting womb.

The vixen yelped loudly as she achieved her own orgasm. I reached forward and grabbed her muzzle to silence her. I did not want to draw too much attention to what we were doing. She offered no resistance as my paw closed her mouth shut.

We basked in our afterglows for a few moments before I withdrew my still mostly erect cock. I would have enjoyed taking my unknown partner repeatedly, but it was still the regular school day. We both had things to do.

I pulled her dress back down and smoothed it.

"Get cleaned up and get back to class," I told her as I stuffed my dick into my pants. I used a pen and a piece of paper to scrawl a note saying that she had been helping me and handed it to her. "This should help if there are any questions about why it took you so long to get back to class."

Her eyes widened as she took the note. Normally, a fox would be punished for being late like this, but my note likely would prevent that. She looked at me as I put on my robes and picked up the whip again.

"Why, Sir?" she asked in amazement.

"Fair is fair," I told her. "And not all hard things have to be bad things."

She grinned and said, "I know one hard thing that was very, very good, Sir!"

I laughed and proceeded on to the office. My sexual desires were temporarily satisfied, but I knew that they would soon return. I doubted that they would be fully sated until tonight but at least I had some fun planned for later this morning.

Third period passed quickly. My students for fourth period trickled into the classroom. Miss Chantal arrived last. She barely managed to make it to her seat before the bell rang. She wore a rather annoyed frown on her muzzle. I smiled tightly. I was going to enjoy this!

After the class settled, I said, "Miss Chantal-"

"What?!" she cried out with a yelp. Her face showed a mixture of fear and apprehension.

Belatedly, she added, "Sir?"

"Miss Chantal, please come to the front of the class," I said.

"I didn't do anything wrong, Sir!" she exclaimed.

"I did not say that you did, Miss Chantal. In fact, I have a present for you," I reassured her.

The pudgy vixen smiled and stood. She strutted to the front of the class with her muzzle held high. Her haughty attitude only made me smile in anticipation.

Several of the foxes in my class glared at Miss Chantal as she swaggered up to me. Some even gave me dirty looks, but I ignored them.

"Miss Chantal, as I said, I have a gift for you. Do you want it now?" I asked disingenuously.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically. Apparently, she was so used to having her way that she never contemplated the possibility of anything not going in her favor.

"Please put your paws out, Miss Chantal. Palms up."

She smiled and lifted her paws. Her plump cheeks were almost split in two by her beaming grin.

I reached into my desk, pulled out the cat-o-nine-tails and deposited it into her waiting paws. She stared in horror at the whip that she now held as she realized what the "present" that I was giving her.

"Miss Chantal, for the next week you are to carry this with you at all times. Whenever you are punished, you are to offer it to the teacher or staff member to use on you. You are to tell them that I suggest thirty-six lashes."

Several of my students laughed. I glanced severely at them to silence them. They quieted, but they still had very broad smiles on their muzzles.

"You are to show me the whip at the start of each class and leave it on your desk the entire period. You will recite for me in class who used it on you, for what reason you were whipped, and how many lashes you received. If you do not have the whip in class, or I stop you and you cannot produce it, you will receive thirty-six lashes on your bare ass."

Many of my students had speculative looks on their faces now. I smiled inwardly. The next week could be very interesting.

"Is that clear, Miss Chantal?"

She was still staring at the whip in terror. She had to know how much this thing was going to hurt if it was used on her.

"Miss Chantal! I said, 'Is that clear?'," I said sharply.

My stinging voice cut through the fog of her stupor. She replied, "Yes, Sir!"

After a few moments, she added, "What if someone steals the whip, Sir?"

I dismissed her with an airy wave of my right paw.

"That is your problem, Miss Chantal, not mine. If I were you, I would make sure that you do not lose it period.

"Now return to your seat. I have a class to teach. Leave the whip on your desk where I can see it."

The rest of the class snickered at the shocked look on the heavy vixen's face as she slowly walked back to her desk. She laid the whip down and stared at it. I think she missed the conniving looks from some of her fellow students.

The game was on, and I was looking forward to seeing how it would play out over the next week. I was personally betting that Miss Chantal's big butt would be very, very sore before the week was over.

Word of what I did appeared to spread very quickly after class. I received many smiles as I took my place at lunch from not only the staff but also the students. It appeared that Miss Chantal's actions had indeed alienated her from all but her inner clique. As I waited for us to sit, I saw her surreptitiously showing them the whip. They stared in dismay at it, but I wondered if one of them might decide to try something to move up in the social ladder or to get revenge. Their loyalty might well be tested this week.

My five prospective students were quite animated. They chattered happily throughout lunch. I handed off some of my meal to them again. Mister Walter in particular needed to add some mass. They thanked me, but I got the impression that their thanks was for more than the food.

After classes, I wandered to the Punishment Hall. When I stepped inside, the Disciplinarian was already there, but her students had not arrived to help yet.

"Need any assistance today?" I asked.

The wolfess strode past me. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Turning to me, she exclaimed angrily, "That was one of the meanest, nastiest, cruelest things I have ever heard a teacher do to a student! It was also devious and a little demented as well as outright kinky! It is going to cause havoc all week among the foxes and probably more than a few of the staff!"

She grinned broadly.

"No wonder I already like you so much!"

I laughed.

"So, you heard about my 'gift' to Miss Chantal?" I asked.

"The whole school has! There is a huge betting pool already started on all sorts of possibilities. First whipping. Most whipping in a day. Etcetera.

"Strangely, no one is betting on no whippings, and that has some incredibly high odds."

"Have any bets in yet?" I inquired.

She lifted her muzzle haughtily and said, "Staff does not sink to such levels."

She dropped her muzzle and added with a toothy grin, "That's why I gave my bets to my students to place!"

We laughed together.

Her demeanor turned serious.

"You know, you have made Miss Chantal the target of everyone in this school now," she commented.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but she has alienated all but a few foxes through her arrogance and aggression. She has caused all sorts of problems for the staff and teachers. I merely think it is time for her to learn a life lesson about karma. If she had been better to others from the start, she would not have even half the problems that she faces now."

"You might be right, but I wonder if she will learn it."

I shrugged.

"Only time will tell. I can only offer the instruction. It is up to Miss Chantal to learn the lesson."

The Disciplinarian moved to the door.

"Yes, but she may well choose not to learn it," she said in exasperation as she opened the door. Outside her five students were waiting. They did not seem surprised at my presence. Indeed, they all beamed at me as they entered the room to prepare for the day's punishments.

There were only four foxes to be punished today. The Disciplinarian sent me to the gallery to watch with the other teachers and staff. I smiled as she dispatched some serious spankings on the two dogs and two vixens. Their yelps of pain were erotic music to me. My penis had never really wilted since early morning, and their cries only made it harder. Miss Eira or Mister Bartholomew was going to have a long night ahead of them tonight!

After dinner, I retired to my quarters with my five foxes. They were positively beaming throughout the study period and instruction on basic economics. When class ended, they stood and removed their clothing without being told. Only Mister Bartholomew's smile lessened with the impending possibility of being my submissive sexual partner tonight. Miss Eira, even facing playful punishment at my paws, was still beaming.

"Very well," I said. "I think at this point we all know what is going to happen. So, who is it tonight?"

I raised an eyebrow as everyone promptly pointed to Miss Eira. She did not even bother to point at Mister Bartholomew. It appeared that for some reason my conceivably soon-to-be students had preselected her for my enjoyment this evening. I wondered what else that they might have already chosen for my pleasure tonight. The look on Miss Eira's face showed that she seemed to be looking forward to what was to come.

"Well," I said speculatively, "it seems that you have reached a consensus on what to do tonight already. I see no reason to wait to learn what your plans are."

I pointed towards my Punishment Room and said, "March!"

My five prospective students silently filed into the Punishment Room with me trailing them. Miss Eira took her position in the center of the room with the four other foxes facing her and me. I closed the door and walked over to them.

"So, what do you four have planned for Miss Eira tonight?" I asked. "And did she agree to it?"

My foxes looked a little anxious. Their gazes drifted away from Miss Eira and me.

Miss Eira spoke up and said, "I agreed to what they want to do to me, Sir. I even suggested parts of it."

"Very well. Tell me what plans you have for Miss Eira."

Mister Walter went to one of the cabinets and removed a small chastity belt from within. While the belt was small enough to fit Miss Eira's hips and waist, the dildo and butt plug along the inner curve were anything but petite. They would completely fill her body cavities. Even more interesting, the entire assembly was made from gleaming stainless steel. I suspected that it would weigh heavily on her diminutive lower torso when it encircles Miss Eira's lower torso

"First, we want Miss Eira to wear this during her punishment," Mister Walter said.

"Anything special for lubricant, or is there to be none?" I asked. I think that they caught the small joking tone in my voice, but Mister Walter ignored it.

"Just petroleum jelly or equivalent, Sir."

"Very well, Mister Walter. Get a tube and grease up those phallic pieces for your vixen."

Mister Walter did not seem surprised that I had some inkling of his relationship with Miss Eira, but then I was quite certain that he was a smart dog. He just smiled and did as I ordered. Once again, I wondered at the foxes' response to watching others punished or used by the teachers. Even with his relationship to Miss Eira, Mister Walter did not seem against what was to come. Indeed, his demeanor seemed to indicate that he was looking forward to watching me punish her. Only Mister Bartholomew had thus far shown any reluctance or rebellion when others were at my mercy.

My smaller dog patiently greased every bit of the large metallic shafts that would soon penetrate Miss Eira front and back. I watched Miss Eira out of the corner of my eye. Her head was down, and her wrists were crossed in front of her in a most submissive manner. At the same time, her eyes were bright, and she was smiling. I had strongly suspected her submissive nature, but this appeared to confirm it. It would be interesting to see how far they planned to go and if it was truly with her blessing.

When Mister Walter was done lubricating the dildos, I took the lubricant from him. I had Miss Eira spread her legs and lift her tail. I knelt behind her for easier access to her nether regions. I noted that she was most cooperative, even eager, while knowing that I was about to shove two heavy metal intruders into her body.

I applied a large glob of jelly to her anal rose. She barely moved at my probing touch. I inserted my right index finger into her tail hole and greased her anal entrance well. She remained silent but started to pant in anticipation.

I moved around to her front side. I applied more lubricant to my left index finger. It slid easily between her puffy labia. I was able to bury it to the knuckle with minimal resistance. She was already wet with arousal. I grinned up at her, and she briefly grinned down at me. She appeared ready for what was to come.

"Give me the chastity belt, Mister Walter."

Mister Walter handed the device to me. His eyes gleamed in anticipation at what was to happen to his vixen. Neither fox seemed too concerned, though. I wondered if it was a coping mechanism to somehow deny what was happening or if they just enjoyed having others like me use them while their partner watched. I suspected the voyeuristic answer was the correct one, at least in my case. They seemed to trust me to some extent already to not to be too abusive without cause.

I worked the butt plug into Miss Eira's rear entrance first. The dildo started to part her pussy lips as I set the plug into place in her rectum. A small push sent the long, straight shaft completely into her cunt.

"Secure the locks, Mister Walter."

Mister Walter immediately took the top belt and wrapped it around Miss Eira's small waist. He then secured the twin straps at the back to points on the waist belt. He pulled those a notch tighter than I might have. The extra tension caused the metal band between Miss Eira's thighs to press hard against her tender flesh. She did not complain and even seemed to enjoy it.

I stood and wiped off my paws on a nearby towel.

"Very well. What next?"

"The whipping post," Mister Walter replied without hesitation.

That caused me to raise my eyebrow. The shipping post could be a very serious punishment indeed. These foxes knew that I wanted more play than pain, but I wondered how far they intended to go tonight and why. I decided to humor them for now.

"Miss Eira, stand at the whipping post."

Miss Eira did as ordered. I smiled at her mincing step as the solid metal probes in her front and back entrances pressed hard against her interior walls with every step. I mentally noted her response with an eye to repeating it with my other foxes and her one day.

My white-furred vixen stood facing the post. I secured her wrists to the post using two short chains and metal cuffs permanently bolted to the post. They caused her to lift her arms high above her head. I gently pushed against her lower back and forced her to take a couple of small steps forward. When her belly squished against the wooden post, I wrapped a wide leather strap around her waist and buckled it tight. Finally, I secured her ankles with another pair of shackles bolted to the base of the post. Miss Eira was securely fastened to the whipping post when I was done. Her back and buttocks were easily accessible for her punishment, and there was no way to escape, regardless of how much I abused her.

"And now what, Mister Walter?"

"The whip, Sir."

Mister Walter went to a rack of various whips and canes. He selected one and returned to me.

"Your whip, Sir," he said as he offered it to me on upheld paws.

I took the whip and inspected it.

Mister Walter had handed me a bullwhip. The braided leather formed a nearly eight foot long whip with a cruel looking popper on the end. The heavy yet supple thong tapered to a fall that was thin and obviously designed to cut deep into the flesh of the fox receiving the lashes. The handle had a large transition, and the handle knots were large to make sure that the handle could not slip when grasped by a sweaty paw. A wrist loop at the base completed the whip.

I gave the bullwhip several experimental flicks. The popper cracked the air. I saw Miss Eira flinch in response. I am sure that she was contemplating what it would be like to have this monster used in earnest upon her backside.

"Quite a nice whip," I commented as I ran the tail through my paws. "Heavy, yet pliable. I can wrap it around a dog or vixen easily. This fall could rip the fur off of any fox. I am sure that I could put Miss Eira into the hospital or even the morgue with this one."

My implied killing of their friend caused the other foxes to shuffle their feet nervously, but Miss Eira did not seem to bat an eye. She kept looking at me expectantly.

I placed the whip on a hook set high on the back side of the whipping post.

"If I was seriously pissed off, I might be foolish enough in my fury to use something like this on one of you. It is, however, not a suitable instrument for play in any way, shape or form, and I think that you all well know that."

I looked at the unbound foxes and said irately, "I am tempted, though, to use it on the four of you for testing me like this! I am a sadist, not a murderer! I also have no interest of inflicting so much damage that you are sent to the hospital on any of you just for play.

"Is that clear?"

I received a chorus of five quick "Yes. Sir!". While they seemed nervous that I was angry at them for their behavior and perhaps even worried that I would give then a real punishment, I also detected some relief that their hypothesis that I would not use the whip as proven correct. In a way, I suspected that I had just passed a test by them. I could understand their reasoning, but I was still upset with them to some extent.

"However, I will not whip Miss Eira, unless she specifically requests it. I understand your questioning of me and my limits, but I object to you placing Miss Eira in danger to find what I will and will not do," I told them severely. "I will not hurt you much during play, and I will try to temper my punishments when you earn them.

"Now select something else!"

There was a collective silent sigh from the foxes, but I noted that Miss Eira looked at the whip almost wistfully for several seconds. I wondered if she truly was such a masochist that she wanted to try it. I hoped not, as that would put her in more than a bit of danger in this reformatory.

Mister Walter went back to the wall and selected a much more modest quirt. The double tails were less than two-feet-long, but each was thin and ended in a tapered point. The material appeared to be faux deerskin, a much lighter leather than the bullhide of the other whip. It was an instrument that would sting nicely but do no real damage.

"Thirty-six strokes with this, Sir," Mister Walter told me as I took the quirt from him.

"And would that have been what you would have asked me to give Miss Eira with the bullwhip?" I inquired with just a little heat. I was still a bit miffed at my foxes.

"No, Sir. We were able to talk her down to five lashes."

That was an interesting statement. I glanced at Miss Eira. There was just a hint of a blush under her thick, white fur.

"I see," I drawled speculatively. I wondered again at just how far Miss Eira was prepared to go. Perhaps I would find out tonight in private, though I had no intentions of taking her past my own self-imposed limits now or in the future.

"Her back or her butt?" I asked the four foxes.

"Anywhere on her back from her neck down to her ankles that you desire, Sir," Mister Walter replied.

"Very well, Mister Walter. Thirty-six strokes on Miss Eira's bare back it is!

"Tail down," I commanded Miss Eira.

I applied the tips of the quirt to as much of Miss Eira's back as possible. She gave a little yip with every biting stroke. My other foxes moved around her, watching her dance under the lash. Paws went to crotches and remained there throughout her whipping.

About two-thirds of the way through, she cried out in pleasure as a sharper blow caused her to climax. I quickly delivered the remainder of her lashes. Each one sent her right back over the top and caused another mini-orgasm. She squirmed nicely under my quirt as her body writhed in pleasure.

When I was done, I allowed Miss Eira a moment to calm down and collect herself. I handed the quirt back to Mister Walter and had him return it to the wall.

"Miss Autumn. Miss Arianwyn. Unshackle Miss Eira."

The two vixens went to work immediately. I saw them exchange grins with Miss Eira. Apparently, they were all happy with the turn of events. I wondered briefly how the pair would react to trading placed with Miss Eira. I smiled and set aside that thought for a future weekend of fun, if the five remained with me.

"Mister Bartholomew, you have the honor of removing Miss Eira's chastity belt."

I think that my hybrid student had expected me to still be angry with him over last night, but, as I had told him that morning, I had made my point and was confident that he had learned his lesson. A plum like playing with Miss Eira would reinforce both my general approval of him and my control as the alpha male over him. I hoped it would also let him know that I held no grudges.

Mister Bartholomew undid the buckles of Miss Eira's chastity belt as she stood facing the whipping post. He used his left paw to turn her around while his right paw held the chastity belt in place. I suspected that the butt plug alone would be sufficient to keep it on her, but I noted his extra caution with approval. He had some potential as a dominant or my assistant.

Once she was turned around completely, Mister Bartholomew knelt. He worked his fingers between the metal belt and Miss Eira's perineum. It was easy to tell that she enjoyed them pressing against her nether flesh. When all four fingers were through, he grabbed the belt and looked up at Miss Eira. Their eyes met for a moment before she submissively dropped her gaze. He grinned and pulled down hard on the belt. The butt plug and dildo popped out of Miss Eira. A copious amount of her nectar fell to the floor. She screamed as another orgasm savagely shook her body. Mister Bartholomew looked at her dripping snatch hungrily. I could tell that he wanted to lick her, and I decided to let him.

"You may clean up Miss Eira, Mister Bartholomew," I said.

He started to rise to get a towel.

"With your tongue, Mister Bartholomew," I instructed him.

My dog positively beamed at me. Miss Eira's teeth were also clearly visible.

Mister Bartholomew set to his task eagerly. He grabbed Miss Eira's buttocks tight in his paws and pulled her cunny forward. She gasped as he drilled his long tongue deep into her pussy. He began to eat her out. She was soon moaning and swaying back and forth, as Mister Bartholomew worked outwards along her love canal. When his tongue slid out of her vagina and flicked over her clit several times, she screamed as she had another orgasm.

"God damn it, Bartie! Keep doing that!" Miss Eira screamed.

I heard several snorts of suppressed laughter at the Arctic fox's slightly vulgar plea. I chose to just smile, though I might punish her some later tonight for it and not using Mister Bartholomew's name properly.

Mister Bartholomew did give her a few more minutes of attention, but he seemed to defer to my pleasure and me. He finished and stood up.

I walked over to Miss Eira and lifted my white-pelted fox's muzzle. She tried to look away, but I forced her to look me in the eyes.

"You enjoyed that entire punishment, didn't you, Miss Eira?"

Without batting an eyelash, she replied, "Yes, Sir!"

I smiled and removed my paw. Her muzzle dropped again, and she stood before me, the perfect little submissive awaiting her next command.

"The rest of you are dismissed. Remember that tomorrow is a half school day, but we start at the normal time. I will expect you to be ready promptly for breakfast, or I will cane you!"

I had a chorus of "Yes, Sir!" as they filed out the door. I noticed Mister Walter looking back at Miss Eira pensively, but Miss Autumn's paw on his left flank brought his head back around. I suspected that her paws and muzzle would be on other parts of Mister Walter soon. I smiled at the thought of having the two perform for me, if they became my students. It would be interesting to see what she would do to him, if he were tied down and completely defenseless.

When the door closed, Miss Eira dropped to her knees, spread her thighs wide to expose herself to my gaze and placed her paws palms up on her thighs. With her head bowed and tail raised, she had the perfect position of a submissive slave.

Idly I wondered who had trained her. She was young, but then there were so many who would use a teen or even a kit in this manner. She could easily have been somefur's slave for years. I am certain that sexual predators in her prior school staff had spotted her submissive nature early and used it against her.

For my part, I had different standards of conduct. As strange as it might seem, I did not see my possible students as slaves. I had grander plans for them.

I chuckled and asked, "So ready to serve me, Miss Eira?"

"Yes, Master, she replied quietly.

I reached down and lifted her muzzle.

"Not 'Master', Miss Eira. I am just your teacher," I gently corrected her.

"I know that the difference is miniscule here, but there are several distinct differences. You are my responsibility to instruct and guide for the next four years, assuming that you accept my offer, and I find you acceptable. I can and will use you sexually, but within limits imposed by the school's code of conduct and, more to the point, my own questionable morality.

"That means that you will be used for my pleasure and, when deserving, be punished, even severely. However, I am not interested in being an abusive dominant male over five fox slaves who are terrified of me and fearful that I might cast them out if they do not please me.

"I have no desire for you to live in perpetual fear and pain. Far from it."

I grinned and added, "Though all five of you might walk funny at times!"

That brought a small smile to her face.

I rubbed her jaw and quietly asked, "Do you understand the difference, Miss Eira?"

"Not really, Sir," she confessed, "but I am willing to learn."

"I am always happy to have willing students who are eager to learn."

I saw her doubt, but she seemed to accept my truthful comment at face value. It certainly placed me at odds with most of the teachers here.

I frowned a bit. It was time to move on, but I had certain thoughts that did not involve the bedroom tonight.

"Normally, at this point, we would adjourn to the bedroom for some sex, but I have the distinct impression that you would prefer to stay here. Am I correct, Miss Eira?"

She brightened and replied enthusiastically, "Yes, Sir!"

"There is no telling what I might do, Miss Eira. Perhaps I will use that bullwhip you and your friends chose on your ass."

"No, Sir. You will not, because you already chose not to do so."

"You seem to be rather confident in your conclusion, Miss Eira."

She looked me directly in the eyes and told me, "You may be a kinky bastard, Sir, but you are honest in your desires and intentions. If you did not use that bullwhip on me for play or punishment once you knew our intentions, you will not use it on me now.

"That is why we are all ready to beg you to take us as your student, Sir. We know what we are getting, and we know that you will not break your word."

I laughed.

"Such certainty! In this hellhole, it is surprising."

I paused for a moment.

"But you are largely right. I will use you hard and often for my pleasure, but I will also teach you and not senselessly abuse you.

"However, that still begs the question. Do we stay here for play that is going to have distinct sadomasochistic elements, or do we go across the hall for a straight sexual encounter tonight? I will let you choose the location, but I will decide what happens to you in either case."

"I desire to be here, Sir," Miss Eira said without hesitation.

While I had planned to take her to my bed, I had also had some idle sexual fantasies about this small Arctic fox vixen. One in particular appealed to me, and this seemed like a good time to indulge myself.

"Very well, Miss Eira, we shall stay here. I hope that you do not regret your decision."

"I will not, Sir." she assured me.

"We shall see. For now, though, stand up!" I commanded her.

Obediently she stood, but she kept her muzzle and ears down.

"Come!"

I led Miss Eira to a small platform and assisted her onto it. It was about three feet across and high enough to put her body in easy reach without having to bend over.

I lowered a chain hanging above Miss Eira using a winch and secured the manacles to her wrists. She wet her lips, but it appeared to be in anticipation instead of fear. She certainly had a large enough grin on her muzzle!

I spread her legs and secured them open using two short chains and manacles attached to the side of the platform. I raised the chain above her so that her upper arms were horizontal and her wrists just above her head when she held her arms out in front of her.

"Bend forward, Miss Eira," I quietly ordered her.

My vixen did as commanded. I was treated to the sight of her pink slit and anal rose surrounded by incredibly dense white fur. Even in this position, her bits were barely visible.

I ran my right index finger lightly over her pelt and pubic hair while commenting, "We might have to trim this a bit."

"Yes, Sir," she replied noncommittally.

"You have a problem with that, Miss Eira?"

"No, Sir!" she replied promptly, but we both knew it was a lie.

After several seconds of waiting, I finally got her to add, "It is just that... Sir, I like my pelt the way it is. It really does not cause problems with... play."

"I will consider your request, Miss Eira, but you have to realize that you are agreeing to allow me to do anything I want to you. Trimming fur to expose your labia, anus and nipples is hardly extreme.

"For now, though, we shall leave you as you are. It will likely be more fun for me tonight anyway!"

I could see her confusion as she tried to decipher my words and intentions, but I said no more. Instead, I went to the cabinet with lubricants and selected two from within.

The first was called "Arctic Blast" and was an extremely strong cooling gel. The other was "Hades Heat", a very strong warming gel. Both semi-liquid gels were in tubes with sponge applicators that would allow me to squeeze out a large disk onto Miss Eira's body. They would provide the dichotomy of responses that I desired tonight.

"Eyes forward, Miss Eira," I said without turning. I was sure that she had been watching me in an attempt to divine my intentions. I had no desire to let he know just yet what I had planned for her. I was looking forward to observing her reactions as she learned my plans the hard way.

I returned to my bound student and placed the gels on the platform with the labels down so that she could not see them. I think that she expected me to get a dildo or a butt plug. She jumped when I used my paws to spread her fur to expose her anus.

"Nervous, Miss Eira?"

"No, Sir!"

It was obvious that she was, but I said nothing as I picked up the cooling gel. I pressed the applicator against her ass hole. It covered her small orifice completely. I squeezed the tube and applied a generous coating to her tail hole. I capped the tube and walked around to the front to watch Miss Eira's reaction.

At first, there was clearly confusion on her part. As she stood bent over, nothing was happening. However, as the moisture of her skin and the air began to react with the gel, its temperature plummeted. Her face screwed up in consternation as she tried to silently endure the frigid assault on her anus.

I have to admit that I was surprised that she lasted for nearly a minute. I knew from personal testing how cold that gel was. Even an Arctic fox would have problems with the direct application of it to exposed skin.

Miss Eira did have her breaking point. As the cold grew too great for her to endure, she started dancing on the platform. I grinned as she twisted and writhed in a vain attempt to escape the cold attacking her bottom. She wanted so bad to close her legs and squeeze her butt closed to warm up her frozen tail hole, but the chains prevented her from moving her legs inward, just as I had intended.

She dropped her tail and wrapped it around her ass and crotch.

"Now, now, Miss Eira!" I chided her. "We know that you need to keep that tail up!"

She tried valiantly, but she could not bring herself to raise her tail and remove its warmth from her frigid behind.

I grinned and went to the wall. I selected a collar with a tail strap riveted to the back. The collar went around her neck. I pulled hard on her tail and managed to raise it up to the point where I could secure it in the tail strap. It forced her tail to remain high behind her back.

I picked up the warming gel and undid the cap.

"That was not acceptable, Miss Eira. I think you need a punishment for that."

The young vixen's nipples were rock hard nubs standing proud of her small breasts. While I enjoyed the large breasts of Miss Autumn and Miss Arianwyn, I also had a fetish for small breasts. They were so much fun to manipulate in my paws. I was looking forward to the possibilities of nipple torture with this young vixen as well.

Tonight, though, I used my free paw to expose as much of first her right and then left areoles as possible. I pressed the applicator against her flesh and squeezed. I could see her look of fear as she thought that I was going to ice her teats. I just smiled and let the gel work on her.

Miss Eira's breasts were already lightly covered with sweat from her prior exertions. The warming gel took hold quickly. I could see her look of fear grow as she felt the heat build to uncomfortable levels. I wondered if she feared the heat or the cold more. I guessed, given her ancestry, that the heat held greater fear for her. I contemplated exploring the question further in the future as I watched my vixen.

Miss Eira was soon positively jumping in her bonds as she tried to evade the chemical assault upon both her front and back sides. She cried out repeatedly as she could find no relief from her torment.

I removed my clothes completely. As one could well imagine, I was sporting a rather large and hard erection. I reached down and began to idly paw it.

"Dance for me, Miss Eira. Dance!"

My vixen did indeed dance for well over an hour. The only time that she paused were the two times that I freshened the gel on her breasts and ass hole. Her cries filled the room as I brought myself to climax. My hot seed spurted onto her belly and fell to the platform repeatedly.

After an hour, I allowed the effects of the gels to die. While they were safe to use on my victim use for hours, I did not wish to even chance damaging Miss Eira unnecessarily. Besides, there was school tomorrow morning.

When Miss Eira quieted, I released her from her bonds.

"On all fours!" I growled at her. The sexual desire was clear in my voice.

Miss Eira immediately dropped to all fours with her rear facing me. I climbed onto the platform behind her. Despite, or more likely because of, her torture, Miss Eira's crotch fur was soaked with her juices. They dripped down onto the wooden platform.

I thrust hard into her pussy. She cried out as I rammed my shaft deep into her cunny, but they were cries of pleasure. She appeared to honestly enjoy this sort of fun!

I was aggressive but not abusive. Miss Eira was quite a bit smaller than I was, so I was careful to allow her body time to adjust to my assault. Still, I was pressing hard against her interior walls, and she was crying for me to shove it in harder and faster.

I only stopped when my knot reached her labia. For a variety of reasons, I did not want to tie with her yet. That would come later. Instead, I withdrew and repeated my hard thrusting. This time it was easier to bury my dick up to my knot in her.

I continued thrusting and withdrawing until I could no longer stave off my own orgasm. I shot a large wad of jism deep into her vagina. Her interior walls clamped down hard on my member as she reached her own orgasm in response.

I was not yet done. I kept thrusting and cumming for several more minutes. By the time that I was done, I had made quite a nice froth on her pussy lips.

I withdrew. We were both panting hard. I reached around and pressed my fingers against her neck. I could feel her pulse pounding, but even as I monitored her heartbeat, I could feel it slow.

"Miss Eira, it is getting late, but we only have a half day tomorrow, and I have one other thing that I want to do while I am still very much aroused. Are you up to a last round of fun?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied immediately.

"Good, though you might not be so happy once I start."

I returned the two tubes of gel to the cabinet and selected two more. The first had a long applicator meant for vaginal insertion. The second was a tube filled with a viscous fluid. I could see Miss Eira watching me as I returned.

"This should not be too bad, Miss Eira," I told her as I removed the cover on the long tip of the first half of the substance I was going to use.

The applicator went in easily. While Miss Eira was small, her vaginal walls had not closed fully yet. She appeared to actually enjoy the feeling of the cool cream being deposited in her hot interior. I worked my way out and made sure to coat her labia as well.

I capped the first half of the chemical cocktail and opened the second. I squeezed the tube to coat my cock including my knot with the strong cinnamon-smelling liquid. She looked confused, but then comprehension appeared on her face. She tried to wag her tail, but the tail strap prevented more than some delicious wiggling of her ass.

Miss Eira grinned as I knelt behind her again. When she felt my knob touch her slit, she thrust her hips backwards. The first inch of my dick disappeared into her hot cunt. I had to grab her hips to stop her from backing completely onto my shaft.

I slowly and methodically worked my entire length into her cunny. At first, the cream only acted as a lubricant to allow me easier access into her tight depths. However, as my partner's juices flowed, they mixed with the cream and the fluid on my cock. The result was slowly rising heat deep within Miss Eira's already hot pussy.

It was obvious that the vixen beneath me felt the warmth. At first, she seemed nervous that I might have set her up for considerable pain with a burning combination of chemicals, but when the warmth remained at a comfortable level, she began to relax and enjoy the glow within her pussy and the mating.

It had been a long, sexually frustrating day for me, and I had a lot of pent up desire. I was also young and virile. I kept the Arctic fox on her paws and knees for over a half hour as I thrust and came in her cunt. She was by no means shorted on the enjoyment of our mating. She frequently yipped and yowled as her own orgasms took her.

Eventually, my cock started to wilt. Rather than press the issue, I slipped out and let it return to my sheath. The chemicals were still active, and I found a pleasurable amount of heat filling the interior of my sheath.

I helped Miss Eira off the platform and into my bathroom.

"It's late," I told her somewhat unnecessarily. "I hope that you are not too tired tomorrow."

"It's okay, Sir. I've had much worse."

I kissed her gently and said, "Yes, I am sure that you have, Miss Eira. I suspect it may well have even been quite willingly, but that does not change that you have classes tomorrow and may well get a caning for nodding off."

"I won't, Sir," she assured me. "I have First Period free and can grab a nap, if I need it, but you really did not abuse me much.

"In fact, Sir, I had a very good night."

I grinned.

"I am glad that you enjoyed our little bit of play. You can expect more like it, if you decide to stay."

"Do you really think we will not, Sir?" she asked. I could hear the concern and uncertainty in her voice.

I shrugged as I eased her into the shower.

"I do not know, Miss Eira. It is your decision, not mine. For obvious reasons, I hope that you will decide that you want to stay, but I will not force you to do so."

"And do you want us, Sir?"

She tried to hide it, but I could hear the fear of rejection in her voice. She and the others might get a teacher to pick up one or two of them, but their only chance to be together was me.

I chuckled as I rubbed the side of her face.

"Now that would be telling, Miss Eira!"

I relented some at her look of fear,

"But I doubt that I will reject you or the others, Eira."

Miss Eira positively beamed. She almost vibrated as I held her in my arms. I started a hot shower.

"But you cannot tell the others that. In fact, you cannot say anything about tonight to them. Each of you must have your own unique experience and decide what you want to do without being influenced by the others."

"Yes, Sir," came her muffled reply from my wet belly fur.

She pulled back enough to look up at me and asked, "Why did you call me 'Eira' instead of 'Miss Eira'? You are very strict about such things.

"Because I have not figured out a shorter pet name for you like 'Wally' no doubt has."

"You have a soft spot for us, don't you, Sir?" she asked.

"Keep that up," I growled, "and I'll give you a good caning!"

"I might like that, Sir!"

I laughed at her reaction. I suspected that she would indeed enjoy what I would give her for her "impertinence". Turning her white as pink certainly had plenty of enjoyable potential to one with my temperament and desires.

We showered together. I did her back, and she did mine, as well as a lot more. It was nice having her little paws running through my fur.

Later, we dried each other off and retired to bed. I pulled her close and held her against my body.

"I have Mister Bartholomew tomorrow, and then on Sunday we all make our big decisions," I told her as we cuddled.

"Yes, Sir," she said uncertainly.

I frowned.

"You seem concerned, Miss Eira.

"I- I am a bit concerned about Bartie- I mean Mister Bartholomew! - Sir."

"Yes, I have noticed some, say we say, 'issues' with him. I will see what I can do about that."

I snuggled in closer. It was amazing how soft and fluffy an Arctic fox's pelt is. She felt so good pressed against my belly.

"For now, sleep. Tomorrow will be another long day for both of us, I am sure."

Miss Eira's breathing slowed, and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep. The last of my hormones finally subsided, and I followed her. I was looking forward to many things tomorrow and needed my rest.