Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 7

Miss Chantal

(Interlude)

S.M. Wolf

Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Disciplinarian, Miss Chantal 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.

I awoke to the pleasurable sensation of a small warm paw on my already hard cock.

"Good morning, Miss Eira," I said without opening my eyes.

"Good morning, Sir. Can I take care of your morning wood, Sir? Please?"

I opened an eye and glanced at the clock. We had ten minutes before we were supposed to get up.

I closed my eye, rolled onto my back and replied, "You only have ten minutes, so make it quick, Miss Eira."

"Thank you, Sir!" the Arctic fox vixen replied happily.

I felt her climb into me. She must have been playing with herself, because she was already dripping wet.

"You should have been sleeping rather than masturbating," I chided her gently as she positioned her hips above my shaft.

"I'm fine, Sir, and I'm used to long nights with teachers and others."

I opened my eyes and looked up at her as she prepared to impale herself on my dick. I reached out, grabbed her by the waist and held her steady.

"Miss Eira, I do not want you to fail. In fact, I want you to succeed and plan to help you do so. Getting you in trouble with other teachers and staff members is not my intention. I would prefer you sleep in a bed rather than doze off in class and be punished."

My white-furred vixen beamed down at me and replied, "I know, Sir, but can't I still have fun with you?"

I laughed.

"Yes, you may, but only so long as you do not get into trouble falling asleep in class. Miss Eira. If that happens, you get the double punishment of not playing with me or Mister Walter."

I let go of her.

"But since you are awake already and willing, we will play. Miss Eira."

Miss Eira dropped onto my cock. Every inch up to my knot disappeared in a single thrust. I was afraid that she had hurt herself, but the scream she let loose was accompanied by a gush of her nectar onto my pubic hair as she orgasmed. She rode me hard and fast. I held out as long as I could to give her as much pleasure as possible, but the white tornado on my dick was not to be denied. After a couple of minutes, I grabbed her by the hips and forced her down as far as I could without tying to her. With a grunt, I shot my load into her waiting cunt.

I expected her to stop after I came, but when I released her she went right back to bucking up and down on my cock. She climaxed a couple of more times before I shot a second wad of sperm into her as the alarm clock started to buzz.

Miss Eira was obviously ready to continue with our sexual fun, but I grabbed her and stopped her bouncing.

"Enough for now. Miss Eira! We need to get ready for breakfast, and I have a First Period class, I told her.

She pouted until I reached around and rubbed her tail hole.

"But I might find some time this afternoon for some 'special education'," I told her with a wink.

Miss Eira positively beamed as she crawled off me. I took her to the bathroom, and we prepared for our half day of classes. We showered together, and I made sure to give her breasts, ass and cunny extra lathering. I deliberately avoided any penetration. I wanted her to be sexually frustrated in case I wanted to use her this afternoon.

After we dried each other off, I took her back to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I spread her legs and inspected her vagina and anus. Both appeared to be fine. A quick check of her nipples revealed that they were in good shape as well.

"You do not seem too worse for the wear, Miss Eira," I commented as I helped her stand up.

"I am used to these things, Sir, and I heal quickly."

"Well, my intention is that you not need to heal much, and certainly not after a whipping with a bullwhip. Miss Eira. If you stay, we are going to have a long talk about what is acceptable play and what is not. We will also discuss you not doing things to draw the ire of the Disciplinarian and others to be punished more severely than I wish you to be."

Miss Eira dropped her head and sullenly replied, "Yes, Sir."

I lifted her chin and said gently, "It is not a good idea for a relationship to be based upon pain and mindless submission. Miss Eira. I have every intention of using you in a manner that, I think, you will enjoy without causing you exceptional pain."

I smiled and added, "That does not mean that your ass is not going to be up in the air for a good paddling many times in the future, though. Miss Eira!"

My vixen grinned and said, "Thank you, Sir!"

"Now off to get dressed!" I told her. "You do not want to be late for breakfast."

Still unclothed, she bolted from the room. None of my foxes, dog or vixen, seemed to have any modesty taboo. Idly, I wondered if Miss Eira deliberately left her clothes behind to have an excuse to return and perhaps be punished. It raised some interesting questions that I might seek to answer that afternoon.

After dressing and donning my robes, I went to the Punishment Room and grabbed two items for later. I headed to the main room them in paw and waited.

Miss Autumn and Mister Walter appeared together first. I was mildly surprised that both were smiling. Apparently, Mister Walter had found comfort in the arms, and likely cunt, of another vixen last night. For her part, Miss Autumn appeared happy to play the role of surrogate for Miss Eira.

Miss Autumn greeted me and took up position in front of the door. Mister Walter also greeted me and got into line. I noticed that his eyes strayed repeatedly to Miss Autumn's ass as I inspected her.

I was almost done inspecting Mister Walter when Miss Eira appeared. She beamed at the two foxes already there. They smiled back broadly. It seemed that whatever had happened last night was acceptable to all three.

Miss Arianwyn and Mister Bartholomew also came out of the bedroom corridor together. They greeted me and fell into line with Mister Bartholomew taking up the rear. I also noted his keen fascination with Miss Arianwyn's tail. I smiled and considered some group anal sex for this afternoon. I decided against it, since they were technically not my students yet, but there was always next Saturday, if they stayed, as I now expected that they would.

After finishing my inspection of Miss Arianwyn, I adjusted Mister Bartholomew's collar.

"Ready for this evening, Mister Bartholomew?" I asked him.

Nervously, he replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Don't worry too much, Mister Bartholomew. I think you have some idea of what I will and will not do by now. In that respect, you have a distinct advantage over your four friends. I do not know what they have planned for you, but I think you can make some reasonable assumptions about what we will do together in my bedchambers. I doubt that it is anything that you have not already done, and I actually am hoping that you will enjoy it."

Mister Bartholomew mumbled a few words as he turned his head away from me. I chose not to pursue the conversation any further. There would be time tonight, both in the Punishment Room and in my bed.

Breakfast was uneventful. I gave most of my meat to my students again. They seemed to enjoy that little perk. I kept an eye on Miss Eira, but she seemed to be awake and responsive. Perhaps she was indeed used to long nights of pain followed by hard days of schoolwork. I still did not want her to be punished for falling asleep in class. I would much rather she fell asleep in afternoon study with me so that I could legitimately give her a nice little spanking in front of her friends. I was certain that we would both enjoy it.

Thoughts of Miss Eira laying over my knees and receiving a bare ass spanking kept a smile on my muzzle throughout the rest of breakfast.

Mister Walter and I went to my classroom. No one else was there yet, which was hardly surprising given that we would not start class for almost a half hour.

"I plan to do some review of the week's teaching today," I told Mister Walter. " "Let's see how well you remember my private tutelage."

I grabbed my dog by the wrist and pulled him towards the stock room. He did not resist, and the smile on his face certainly revealed his thoughts.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I sandwiched his body between the wall and me. I raised his arms high above his head and held them there by the wrists.

"Did you and Miss Autumn have an enjoyable time last night?" I whispered in his ear.

I felt my dog's body go tense for a moment. Then he relaxed and replied, "Yes, Sir. She took my mind off you and Miss Eira."

"With that muzzle of hers, I am not surprised," I commented before licking his right ear.

"She's much more than just a good muzzle, Sir," Mister Walter replied. I think he meant to be angrier, but my tongue tip diving into his ear was obviously distracting him.

"I am sure that she is, Mister Walter," I told him. "I certainly hope to find out.

"But for now, I have other things I want to discover."

I reached down and unzipped his pants. I smiled as his fully erect penis appeared.

"It seems a certain dog remembers his lessons well," I said as I undid the buttons on his pants and dropped them to his knees. He pulled his legs out and kicked his pants away. Not surprisingly, he wore nothing beneath them.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," he replied as I positioned him leaning against the wall with his arms and legs well spread.

I took out of a little toy that I had picked up from the Punishment Room. It was a Velcro muzzle. I wrapped it around Mister Walter's muzzle and secured it. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Just to make sure that the others do not hear too much, Mister Walter," I assured him. He smiled and nodded in response before turning his head to stare at the wall.

We did not have much time, so I quickly lubricated his shaft with his own precum. He was flowing so freely, I had no problems getting him nice and slick. My right paw wrapped around his erection and started sliding up and down his pink shaft. Mister Walter closed his eyes and lifted his muzzle high. I could hear the muffled moans of pleasure coming from behind his muzzled mouth.

As his pleasure mounted, his tail curled higher and higher. His pink anal rose was placed on full display. I smiled and reached into my pocket for the second item that I had gotten in the Punishment Room. My left paw reappeared with a small butt plug. Just as I felt his cock start to jerk from ejaculating, I slapped it into his ass hole. His eyes snapped open, and he screamed as he felt the tip press hard against his prostate. His seed splattered against the wall and slowly dripped to the floor.

I kissed Mister Walter on the cheek as he came down.

"It seems that a dog did indeed learn his tricks well." I commented as I took off the muzzle.

"Clean up and get your clothes arranged properly while I get a few things for you to carry, Mister Walter."

"Um, Sir? Do I have to remove the plug?" he asked uncertainly.

I stared him in the eyes and asked, "Do you want me to, Mister Walter? I will, if you say yes."

He licked his licks nervously and looked away from me before finally quietly answering, "No, Sir."

"Then it stays in until we return to my quarters for study this afternoon, Mister Walter. Now get the mess you made cleaned up and dress."

I gathered up several items. I noted with approval that Mister Walter cleaned up the wall and floor but not himself. When his clothes were in order, I opened the door and re-entered the classroom with a heavily laden Mister Walter in tow. The foxes waiting barely gave Mister Walter a glance as he came in with all my instruments for that class.

Class passed quickly for me, but I was not so sure about Mister Walter. He certainly spent quite a bit of class squirming in his seat for some odd reason!

I noted that Mister Walter sprinted from the room as soon as the bell range. I wondered where he was heading. Was it his next class or the Dogs' Room for some quick paw relief? I smiled a bit, as I was certain that I knew the answer. My only regret was that he had left and I could not watch him masturbate. Perhaps a little demonstration for his friends this afternoon after a long, hard morning with the butt plug pressing against his prostate and walls of his rectum...?

I laughed. Mister Walter and his crew would likely enjoy such a "punishment".

With Saturdays being half days, the schedule alternated between the first and second halves of the normal day on alternating weekends. Since this was the first week of classes, I had a free period now. I pulled out a stack of papers and started to grade them.

I was soon lost in the answers. I was surprised that many of my students actually seemed to be learning what I was trying to teach them. A few did not seem to be putting forth as much effort as the rest, and I starred them for some "personal tutoring". It was another benefit of my position that allowed me easy access to them for sexual pleasure or just plain sadistic pain at my discretion. I intended to do a little of both in my Punishment Room, as well as teach them.

I heard a small click. I raised my eyes to find the vixen I had raped in the hallway yesterday standing just inside the classroom door.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "What may I do for you, Miss?"

The young vixen said nothing as she walked up to my desk. I felt a tightening in my sheath. She had a very nice walk and knew how to provocatively display her body. I idly wondered if she had plans for some more "hard" fun.

Still saying nothing, she pulled a whip out of her backpack and laid it down on my desk.

It was the cat-o'-nine-tails that I had given Miss Chantal.

I cocked my head and looked at the vixen standing before me.

"Where did you get this, Miss?" I asked in some surprise.

"I stole it, Sir," she informed me in a casual voice.

"Stealing from a fellow student is cause for punishment, Miss," I told her as I picked up the scourge and ran the tails through my left paw. They were every bit as deliciously dangerous as I recalled.

"Worth it," she said almost insolently. "Do you want to do it now or send me to the Disciplinarian this afternoon, Sir?"

"You seem rather unphased by the prospect of a serious beating, Miss," I stated.

She shrugged and replied, "Like I said, it's worth it, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because Miss Chantal is an absolute bitch that's hurt everyone outside of her clique repeatedly!"

A moment later, she added, "Sir."

"Including you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you want revenge?"

She shrugged her shoulders again. That made her breasts bounce nicely, and I had to force myself to pay attention to her words.

"Sure. Call it that, Sir."

"What would you call it, Miss?"

"Justice, Sir!" she said fervently. I was surprised at the intensity of her vehemence. It seemed that Miss Chantal had racked up some serious ill will towards her with the majority of the student body.

I reversed the handle and tapped it against my muzzle as I contemplated the young vixen. She was using me, but in a way that I did not necessarily mind.

"If my price is thirty-six lashes with this whip like Miss Chantal will receive," I drawled, "are you still willing to do this, Miss?"

The vixen turned and walked to the spanking bench. She started removing her skirt.

"I take that as a yes, Miss," I observed.

"Yes, Sir," she said as she set aside her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. Her paws went to her blouse and began to unbutton it. It soon joined her skirt. Not surprisingly, she had no bra to remove.

She climbed onto the spanking bench and lifted her tail high. She looked at me calmly and asked, "Well, Sir?"

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. I stared at her for several moments. She certainly made a tempting offer.

"Get down and put on your clothing, Miss," I told her.

"Please, Sir, I want Miss Chantal!" she implored me.

I cocked my head and asked, "Did I say that she was not going to be whipped?"

The red fox crawled off the spanking bench and stood naked before me.

"You are going to punish her, Sir?" she asked uncertainly.

I did not reply but pointed at her clothes instead. Despondently, she put them on.

When she stood in front of me clothed again, I asked her, "What is your name?"

"Marcia, Sir."

"Marcia. How appropriate that your name means 'dedicated to Mars', the God of War."

Miss Marcia blinked and said, "I am surprised that you know the meaning of my name, Sir."

I waved a paw idly and said, "I majored in science teaching, but I also have minors in Chemistry, Physics and Ancient Languages. I had the money, and the university had the classes. Part of the advantage of being a member of The Idle Rich. It helped pass the time between chasing tail."

I placed the whip in my desk's middle drawer and stood up.

"But right now, we are not going to idle, are we, Miss Marcia?"

"No Sir," she replied hesitantly.

I chuckled and gave her a jaunty wink. I was rewarded with a small smile appearing on her muzzle again.

I led her into the back rooms. It was a dusty maze back there, but it did bring us to a door that opened onto a seldom-used corridor.

I stopped before opening the door and told Miss Marcia, "When I open the door again, get out quickly and go to the main common room. Get a seat beside the door leading to the hallway to my classroom. You will have three minutes, no more. If you are not there, you lose out on what I have planned."

She nodded her head. Her confusion was clear as she asked, "What do you have planned, Sir?"

I grinned and replied, "Something wonderful!"

Before she could say anything more, I opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. I meandered across to the water fountain and took a quick drink. That covered me looking up and down the hallway for signs of any other fur in the area. The corridor was empty, as I had planned. I paused and listened intently. I could not hear anyone else around the corners.

I opened the door and exclaimed, "Go!"

Miss Marcia sprinted to my left and was around the corner even before I took my second step.

I made my way back to my classroom. While I waited two minutes, I prepared myself for some fun. When the second hand on the clock reached 12 again, I was ready.

The sound of the door slamming behind me startled the foxes in the hallway. One look at my angry face convinced them to scramble out of my way immediately. I strode down the hallway with my robes billowing behind me. The blatant fury in my eyes caused every fox to curl their tail and fold their ears in fear.

I burst into the common room and stopped. I growled under my breath as I looked around. As I had hoped, Miss Chantal was not there.

I pointed at the closest fox and yelled, "You! What is your name?"

"M- Miss Marcia, Sir," the vixen stammered. I could see real fear in her eyes.

"Do you know Miss Chantal?" I bellowed.

She could only nod her head yes.

"Find her. Bring her to my classroom. Now!"

Miss Marcia dashed from the room. I was reasonably certain that she knew exactly where to find Miss Chantal, so I turned and proceeded back to my classroom. Several foxes located near my classroom door were staring at me in shock. A glance and a barely audible growl sent them scurrying away. I was certain that they would soon be back, though.

I stormed into my classroom and headed for my desk. I allowed a hidden smile to cross my lips. It has been said by actors that playing the villain is the most fun. It certainly was enjoyable to me today!

I pulled myself together and sat down. Just to set the mood, I returned to grading papers. The hard-on pressing against my zipper made it a difficult task.

Miss Marcia certainly was fast. Miss Chantal and she walked into my classroom less than two minutes after I sat down. I think that Miss Chantal had missed word of my antics, because she was at ease as she stood in front of my desk and waited.

I appeared to finish grading the paper before me and set it aside. I looked up and said, "Miss Chantal, how gracious of you to join me so promptly."

My sugary-sweet voice should have set off alarms, but she just replied, "You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"Yes, Miss Chantal. I want to see you and your whip," I replied in the same sweet voice. "Now, please, Miss Chantal."

That did cause her to do a small double take, but she did not hesitate to pull her backpack off her back and open it. She started rummaging around inside. As she kept digging deeper and deeper, her face went from mild annoyance to disbelief to fear.

"Well, Miss Chantal?"

She stared up at me in horror but said nothing.

I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out the whip. She stared at it. She tried to form words, but all that came out were inarticulate squeaks.

"Miss Chantal, I believe that I was most specific that you were to have this with you at all times. I believe that I even set a punishment for failing to do so. What was that again?" I asked with a smile that showed my long canines.

It took the pudgy vixen several attempts to reply, "Thirty-six lashes, Sir."

"Why yes, I do believe that was the punishment I told you that you would receive."

My feigned anger returned in full.

"Clothes off, Miss Chantal!"

I actually got her to squeal in fear. She did not move though.

"Well?" I yelled at her.

She jumped as she was roused to action. Her paws flew to her buttons, and in short order, her clothes were lying on the floor.

I stood and strode around the desk with the cat-o'-nine-tails in my paw.

"Pick them up and fold them properly," I commanded her as I went to the spanking bench. I glared at her as she complied.

"Come here!"

Like a fox heading to the gallows, she slowly walked over to me.

"I think you know what to do!"

Very reluctantly, she climbed onto the bench. I was unable not to contrast her reaction to Miss Marcia's earlier offer. Facing a punishment every bit as severe, Miss Marcia had not quailed. I decided to look deeper into Miss Chantal's background later.

When she was on all fours, I secured the straps around Miss Chantal's naked body. I was not nice at all this time. They bit deep into her ample fat layer. She was staring to blubber, and I had not even given her the first stroke.

When I was done, I stood. I saw a small movement out of the corner of my eye. Miss Marcia had slowly shuffled her way towards the door. I frowned at her and asked severely, "Where do you think you are going?"

"Um, I-"

"Come here!" I yelled.

Her face full of fear, she scurried over to me.

"Stand there and watch!" I said as I pointed to a position behind and to the right of Miss Chantal that would give a close-up view of the obese vixen's whipping.

It was a good thing that Miss Chantal was staring at the floor or else Miss Marcia's look of wonder and joy would have given her role in this morning's passion play away. She schooled her features quickly and managed to say in a seemingly scared voice, "Yes, Sir."

I picked up the whip from where I had laid it on the floor to secure Miss Chantal. I glanced at the open door. There were plenty of red-and-white faces staring in to watch the proceedings. I frowned at them but said nothing. I noted that they cringed in fear, but none ran away. Again, I wondered what Miss Chantal had done to earn such anger against her. I suspected that her impending punishment was well deserved.

I took off my robes and set them aside. I took up position behind and to the left of Miss Chantal.

"Thirty-six strokes, Miss Chantal. Good and hard.

"Call for your first one!"

Miss Chantal hesitated for several seconds before finally saying, "O- One, Sir."

I had been considering how hard to strike since the whip had been delivered to me. I had contemplated what I already knew, the reactions of those I trusted to my choice of punishment and the look of almost savage glee on the faces of the dogs and vixens crowding the doorway for even a glimpse of Miss Chantal's punishment. I am not particularly fond of causing pain for the sake of causing pain, but as Mister Walter had learned firsthand, I was not against delivering a severe punishment when it was earned.

It certainly seemed that Miss Chantal had earned one of my most severe punishments.

There was a whistle as the nine leather tails cut through the air followed by a deadened crack as the tips struck the large round orbs of Miss Chantal's ass cheeks. For just a moment, there was silence, and then the pain registered. Miss Chantal let loose an ear-splitting scream.

I allowed her to writhe on the spanking bench for some time. It was, after all, a delicious sight. Covert glances at Miss Marcia and the other foxes showed them to be positively beaming at Miss Chantal's obvious agony. It seemed well beyond the enjoyment that my students had watching each other being punished. I gave a small shake of my head and again wondered what this chubby vixen had done to earn so much animosity.

"Well, Miss Chantal?" I bawled after some time.

"Wha-"

Her eyes grew wide as she realized that she had not called for her next stroke. That gives me the option of adding strokes or even starting over.

"Two, Sir!" she squealed.

The bound vixen clenched her ass in anticipation of the next stroke. I did not disappoint her. I struck every bit as hard with my second blow as the first. I was rewarded with more howls of pain followed by uncontrollable sobs.

It took her several second, but Miss Chantal did manage to get out "Three, Sir!"

I did not immediately strike but instead made her wait in anticipation of the pain. When I did strike, I was rewarded with more shrieks of agony. I particularly enjoyed her squirming as she tried to escape the pain rising from her behind and filling her world.

Slowly and methodically, I delivered all thirty-six strokes. I was certain that her howls of pain could be heard by every fox gathered outside my classroom. From the sounds coming through the door, I could tell that the hallway was filled not only at my door but beyond by grinning foxes. Word of Miss Chantal's punishment had clearly spread like wildfire throughout the school. None of the students who could get there was going to miss it, even if all they could do was hear Miss Chantal's roars of pain.

I had to be careful not to cut Miss Chantal's butt. School rules, while often overlooked, did specify that we were not supposed to draw blood. More practically, I expected her to be here again soon and did not want to have to avoid open wounds. Nonetheless, I managed to cover her rear in flaming pain by the time I delivered her last stroke.

Miss Chantal collapsed on the bench in uncontrollable sobbing. Her agony was clear, but she still breathed strongly and did not appear to be on the verge of passing out. I gave a tight smile. She could take these punishments, and I would have no reason to hold back next time.

I held the whip in front of Miss Chantal's muzzle. She jumped at the sight.

"I suggest you take better care of this in the future," I said loudly enough for most of the gathered foxes outside my classroom to hear. "If you lose it again, you will be back here for another beating!"

That caused quite a stir among the vulpine students. I could hear their rising voices as they started to speculate on Miss Chantal's future.

"For now, let me help you keep track of it!"

I reversed the scourge. The handle was shaped much like a dildo with a bulbous tip. It had been part of the reason I had selected it from those available. I grabbed the base of Miss Chantal's tail with my left paw and rammed the handle into her cunny. I ignored her pleas to stop and buried it up to the ring at the base of the tails. Just to make sure my point was made, I gave the handle a full twist

I turned to Miss Marcia and said, "I have no further use for you. Leave and close the door behind you after you lower the blinds."

Miss Marcia gave me a quick glance that showed her appreciation before fearfully running to the door. She lowered the blinds and closed it as she left. I could hear the roar of the crowd as they descended upon her with questions. I was a bit surprised to hear teachers ordering the students to disperse. Apparently, they had been enjoying the show just out of sight.

I left Miss Chantal bound on the spanking bench and returned to grading papers. The floor beneath her head was wet from all of her tears. I glanced at the clock and saw with surprise that there were still twenty minutes left in the period. It had felt like it had taken far longer to punish Miss Chantal.

After ten minutes, I rose and placed a chair in front of Miss Chantal. I sat on it backwards, crossed my arms across the back and laid my head down on my arms.

Miss Chantal slowly raised her head to look at me. She was still sobbing every so often, but she had managed to gather her wits about her again.

I stared her in the eyes for several seconds before speaking.

In a calm voice, I said, "Miss Chantal, I am going to give you a life lesson. You might not like it, and I doubt that you will listen to it, but I am still going to give it to you.

"You are where you are now because of the choices you have made in the past. Make no mistake about it, Miss Chantal, you are a marked vixen. I have no doubt whatsoever that we will be repeating this several times in the coming week."

I saw the fear on her face.

"Miss Chantal, karma is indeed a bitch for those who do not care about others. I honestly do not know what you have done, but it is easy to tell what your fellow students and the other members of the faculty think about you. There were plenty watching your punishment and enjoying every second of it."

"I'll get those bastards!" Miss Chantal growled.

"And there lies the root of the problem, doesn't it, Miss Chantal? You are driven by power, anger and revenge. When you are on top, you do very, very well. But when you fall, you fall far and hard until you land bound on a spanking bench with your ass screaming in pain and the prospect of this being a frequent occurrence."

I paused to let my words sink in. I doubted that they would have much effect, but I had to try.

"What year are you, Miss Chantal?" I asked.

"Senior, Sir."

"A Senior. That means that in about eight-and-a-half months you get to walk out of the Vulpine Reformatory School with a new life in front of you. You get a chance to start over, a 'Get Out Of Jail For Free' card, as it were.

"The question, Miss Chantal, is will you accept that you need to change or not?

"As you lay there contemplating that question now and in the future, consider this. I saw none of your clique outside. Were this Mister Walter, for example, being punished, I am certain that his friends would be waiting for him.

"Of course, he would never have even made it here. They would have seen to that by protecting him.

"Can you honestly say that your clique would protect you?"

"They damn well better, if they know what is good for them!" Miss Chantal exclaimed.

I just sadly shook my head. I doubted that I would be able to get through to her, but I had to try to change her life. Despite my sadomasochistic nature, I still had some desire to help these foxes.

I stood and wistfully said, "I think we will have an opportunity to continue this conversation in the near future, Miss Chantal. For now, you seem reasonably back together and the period is almost at an end."

I undid her bonds. I pulled the whip from her cunt and held it up to her muzzle.

"Lick it clean, Miss Chantal," I ordered her.

When she was done, I slipped the cat-o'-nine-tails back into her backpack and zipped the compartment shut.

"Get up and get dressed. Sit in the first row until the bell sounds, Miss Chantal."

I watched her out of the comer of my eye as she dressed. Obese females were not a fetish for me, but I suspected she would be popular with certain others in the school. Knowing how tender and sore her ass was would make her a prime target for some doggy-style sex and more spankings, and I was certain she knew it. I wondered who would get to her and what they would do. I doubted that the fat vixen would enjoy it, whatever it turned out to be. For some reason I found myself not caring as I probably should.

Miss Chantal hissed in pain as she sat down on the hard wooden chair seat. I am not sure if edging to the very front of the seat actually helped to ease the pain, but she sat there until the bell rang. As she rose, I called out, "Make sure you keep that whip on you at all times, Miss Chantal!"

"Yes, Sir," she replied in a sullen voice.

"Now get to class! I will see you later today."

I did not think that she enjoyed the reminder, but she exited the room quickly. I wondered where she was heading.

Third Period was interesting. I had to call several of my students' attention back to the lesson. All of them glanced repeatedly at the spanking bench and grinned broadly. After calling one dog to attention for a third time, I said in exasperation, "Either pay attention or I will line up the entire class and give you all five lashes!"

Happily, that seemed to adjust their focus enough that I could get through the rest of the class with only a couple of sharp words.

Fourth Period began. Miss Chantal barely made it to her seat before ht bell rang. She gave a small yip of pain as she plopped her behind down harder than she had planned. I frowned at her cut lip and swollen eye.

I sighed. Miss Chantal was likely a lost cause, but I could still hope.

"Miss Chantal, come to the front of the classroom and bring your whip," I told her.

The look of horror on her face as she slowly walked up to me was precious.

"Miss Chantal, recite your punishments in the last twenty-three hours."

She blinked in confusion, but she managed to stammer out, "Just the whipping you gave me, Sir!"

"That is not very informative, Miss Chantal," I commented. "Give me details."

"You- You had me strip, tied me to the spanking bench and gave me thirty-six lashes with the whip, Sir."

"And?" I prodded her.

He fat cheeks burned at the memory, but she added, "You shoved the whip into my pussy and made me lick it clean afterwards."

The rest of the class was beaming as Miss Chantal described her punishment. I suspected all knew about it, but they certainly enjoyed reliving it through her words.

"Does your ass still hurt, Miss Chantal?"

"Yes, Sir!" she said with likely more fervor than she intended. It certainly brought a pleased response from my other students.

"I walked behind Miss Chantal and lifter her skirt. Underneath was her very red rump for all the class to see. I ignored the sound of scrapping chairs and muttering as the other students sought to get a better view.

"Yes, it does appear to be rather tender, Miss Chantal. Perhaps you should endeavor to keep that whip with you as ordered, unless of course you want more punishments like Second Period."

I could see the open grins on the other foxes' faces. Several had their tongues lolling out in anticipation of having Miss Chantal punished gain. I wondered if any of them would be the next to bring me her whip.

"Return to your seat, Miss Chantal, and be certain to sit properly on it, with your back pressed firmly against the rails," I told her as I turned to start the lesson. I smiled at the sound of a yip of pain behind me as I began writing on the board.

The foxes in my Fourth Period were even more distracted than Third Period. There were plenty of glances back and forth between the spanking bench and Miss Chantal. Most were accompanied by derisive snickers.

I finally turned around and glared at the class.

"I require your attention up front and on me," I said with some heat. "But since you seem to be so interested in the spanking bench, perhaps I should give you something to watch!"

I pointed to a Sophomore dog that had given me issues in the past and was one of the worst offenders that morning.

"Mister Lucien, strip!"

Mister Lucien was crestfallen, but he was smart enough not to complain. In two minutes, he was bound on the spanking bench with his bare ass on display to the entire class. I briefly contemplated his heavy balls and pink erection.

I selected a cane from the collection of punishment instruments beside the whiteboard. His ears drooped.

"You do not have to count your strokes, Mister Lucien<" I informed him.

"Thank you, Sir," he replied, but I could see the fear in his eyes. Normally a teacher only allowed the fox not to count during the most severe of punishments.

I had no such plans. I just wanted to have the punishment over quickly and without fuss. I delivered five quick strokes to his tight ass. Each brought a yelp of pain but little more.

I left the punished dog on the spanking bench. The attention of the class was barely better as their gazes now darted back and forth from Miss Chantal to Mister Lucien to me. I could smell their fear as well as their sexual arousal.

Somehow, we managed to get through the remainder of the class with no more punishments. I dismissed the other foxes to lunch. When they were gone, I closed the door. I was alone with Mister Lucien.

I contemplated his ass from across the room. I had jacked off Mister Walter, beaten Miss Chantal severely and caned Mister Lucien without the benefit of being able to relieve my raging hormones. I smiled and shook my head.

"It seems that today is your unlucky day, Mister Lucien," I informed him as I lowered the blinds and returned to my desk. I took out a jar of Vaseline and walked over to the spanking bench.

"Yes, Sir," he mumbled before dropping his head.

I was in no mood or condition to wait. I opened my robes, lowered mu zipper and greased the hard, throbbing pink rod that popped out. I grabbed Mister Lucien's waist and thrust deep into his ass. He yowled in pain as I forced several inches of my cock past his surprisingly tight anus. I growled and dropped my head. My canines grabbed the scruff of his neck and help him tight as I humped the smaller dog fox. I quickly reached orgasm and dumped a huge load of sperm into his hot rectum.

My attentions were apparently not undesired. As I came, Mister Lucien started to yip. There was the distinctive sound of fox cum hitting the floor. I grinned and continued to pound his tail hole for another minute.

When I was done, I pulled out. I still had a good erection and could have continued, but there was lunch to consider. I rearranged my clothing and released Mister Lucien.

"Get the mop and bucket and clean up your mess, Mister Lucien." I ordered him.

"Yes, Sir," the sore fox said as he stood naked beside the spanking bench. "Where...?"

"Back room, next to the janitor's sink.

"Now be quick! I am hungry!"

I did not mention that my hunger was not just for food.

I allowed Mister Lucien to dress again after he was done cleaning up. I did note that his erection was still every bit as hard as mine was. I had not gotten to his paper yet, but I suspected he would require some "special tutoring" that involved his ass high in the air and tail raised.

Ah, the perquisites of this position!

We walked to the Dining Hall together. I barely made it to my table before serving started. I overheard a crude comment or two from Mister Lucien's companions about his smell. Interestingly, he just smiled and brushed it off.

My students were positively giddy. They beamed at me as they took their food.

"I gather that you heard what happened?" I growled in feigned anger.

I do not think that even one of them lost one iota of their grin.

"Yes, Sir!" Miss Eira said happily.

In a low voice that did not carry to the next table, I asked, "So tell me, off the record, what happened during Third Period? I noticed Miss Chantal was even worse for the wear than she was at the end of Second Period."

Miss Autumn leaned in and dropped her voice to a barely audible whisper, "I heard that she went looking for her clique, and they had a big blow up! Lots of yelling and screaming. At some point, some of them decided to walk out, and there were punches thrown. Miss Chantal seemed to have gotten the better of the fight, but she lost almost all of her followers."

"That should make protecting her whip rather difficult," I commented in an equally low voice.

Miss Arianwyn grinned viciously and commented, "I'm betting some of her old clique members are going to make it disappear soon, one way or another!"

"I did not hear that," I said loftily, "even if I totally agree with it."

That brought some laughter from my prospective students.

We finished lunch in a rather rambunctious mood.

When I stood at the end of dining, I told my students, "You are dismissed until three for extracurricular activities. If you have none scheduled, I expect you back in my quarters to study.

"Mister Bartholomew, we will take care of you after dinner."

For the first time since I entered the Dining Hall, Mister Bartholomew's ears drooped and his demeanor darkened.

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh, come now, Mister Bartholomew!" I chided him. "I am sure you have been through far worse, and your friends will get a chance to play with you.

"You do like playing with them, don't you?"

A quick smile flashed across his lips.

"Yes, Sir!" he said with some more enthusiasm.

Very well! You are all dismissed."

I left the Dining Hall and went back to my classroom to pick up the papers. When I got to my quarters, Miss Autumn and Miss Arianwyn were sitting in the main room. They were already deep into their studies. Briefly, I contemplated having them take care of my sexual frustration.

I smiled and decided not to impose upon them. It would leave me in a much more aroused condition for my fun with Mister Bartholomew tonight. I smiled at the thoughts of what I would do to him when I took him to my bed. I eased my pants to relieve the pressure and got to grading papers again with a large smile of anticipation on my face.