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Mary's Name is Gloria

Part 3

Summerfield

Maxwell was panting softly as he rested on top of the lioness, still knotted tightly to her. They were lying on the desk, the former occupants of the desk now scattered on the floor carelessly. She had managed to turn herself around during the act and was holding him gently in her arms. The older feline toyed and mussed with his fur. He in turn had a paw on a tit, gently thumbing at her nipple. She was purring deeply, the pitch changing as she breathed. They were both naked outside of her open blouse, his shirt and a pair of underwear dangling from his foot. It seems she had never been de-clawed and his imported shirt had paid the price, but it had been a worthwhile sacrifice.

The lioness tickled at the young coyote's pointy ear, making it flick involuntarily. "Next time we'll have to do it properly." She said.

"There's going to be a next time?" Maxwell asked.

"There better be." She said as she wrapped her legs around him. The lioness pressed him against herself snugly, causing a little more ejaculate to leak out of him and into her. "Or else I won't let you go now."

"Maybe if you get a nun's habit?" The coyote suggested.

The lioness laughed. "You're a hopeless little puppy, aren't you?" She said while stroking him under the chin. She smiled warmly. "I'll see what I can do."

Maxwell wanted to kiss her but she had rejected an earlier attempt. He didn't see any use in trying again and ruining the mood. He couldn't quite get his mind around the female. As professional as she appeared she was still willing to do such a thing with him, in fact, with great earnest and eagerness. Even going so far as to indulge his fantasies. Yet she didn't strike him as a whore. She wasn't wearing a ring so he didn't think she was married, but she still refused a kiss, as if she belonged to another. What male would allow their lover to work at a business where sexual demands might be placed on her? Would he not know about that? Could she hide such a thing from a boyfriend if she had one?

He closed his eyes and continued to fondle the older female's body as he relaxed on top of her, enjoying the vibrations of her low purr. The mysteries fled from his mind and he started to think on his recent purchase.

It had been sheer morbid curiosity that he found himself perusing the auction website. A friend of his had recommended it, saying it had the best available merchandise. Max had always expected he would acquire a mistress for himself someday but he figured he would wait until after he was married. In his social circles it was typically considered a sign of desperation and classlessness for a bachelor to purchase a mistress. One should be able to find an eager female to willingly share his life and fortune before such decisions were made.

Max happened across Gloria in a random search of new merchandise and was immediately taken with her. Against his better judgment he clicked on the "watch" icon for the auction. Over the next seven days the site sent regular updates and reminders to his e-mail. The price jumped over two million dollars in the first day but Max didn't place any bids. He did find himself scanning through the photos and short video recordings of her that the site provided. The videos looked like they were taken from a family beach trip and several birthday parties. The videos were heavily edited with all of the faces that weren't Gloria's blurred. A lot of the audio was removed as well, but there was enough to get a sense of the young female's demeanor and personality. She had a lovely, flowery voice and a pleasing laugh. She had a playful attitude and smiled regularly but had a cute shyness about her. One of the videos ended with her looking into the camera and saying: "I love you". That was his favorite one.

When the final hour of the auction arrived the price for her had languished at two point eight million for several days. A very high price point but there were fifteen different bidders in contention, most of them were probably waiting for the final minutes. By that time he couldn't stand the idea that someone else might have her and jumped into the bidding. He later learned that his lack of experience in auction etiquette had probably driven the price much higher than it should have been. Even so, he was happy with his winning bid of four million five hundred thousand. A price that included training at one of the most exclusive grooming institutions in the country.

She belonged to him now and nothing could change that. He couldn't help feeling pride in such ownership regardless the fact that he was isolated from her at the moment. He had purchased an Aston Martin several years ago remembered how giddy that had made him feel. This blew that feeling away. Like the car before, he would have to wait for final delivery, but he knew the wait would be worth it.

The young coyote was on the verge of napping in the feline's arms when he heard a firm knock at the door. His head shot up in surprise and a sudden embarrassment at his current inelegant situation. Max tried to dislodge himself from the female but she growled pettishly and her strong legs locked firmly around him to prevent it.

"Come in." The lioness called out. This earned her a dismayed look of betrayal from the canine, which she returned with a devilish grin.

Before Max could say anything the door opened. An imposing lion with a full mane, exquisite clothing, and a gold and jeweled inlaid cane stepped in. He was older even than the headmistress, his fur deeply grayed and his face lined with masculine character befitting his age. The mane on top of his head was pulled back tightly into a ponytail to keep the unruly fur out of his face. The broad shouldered lion regarded the disheveled pair locked in a compromising position with a raised eyebrow. Max couldn't help but feel guilty under the weight of the older male's dark eyes.

"Taking advantage of my hospitality, are we?" The male observed.

Before Max could sputter out some ill suited explanation Alice spoke up brightly. "Mr. Summerfield, allow me to introduce Mr. Maxwell Dyer. Our newest client." She said as she patted Max on the chest in case it wasn't evident who she was referring to.

"Ah, yes! Mr. Dyer." The lion walked briskly up to the desk they were on, apparently the cane serving no purpose other than completing his flashy ensemble. It was too narrow to have any hope of supporting his weight. "I've been eager to meet you." He stuck out his paw to the coyote and reintroduced himself. "I'm Francis Summerfield III, proprietor of the Francis Summerfield Youth Academy, this fine establishment that you've chosen."

Maxwell looked at the lion's huge paw, then down at the lioness under him, who seemed absolutely giddy with the situation. The coyote realized that Summerfield was unlikely to let him refuse the pawshake even in his awkward position. He wiped off his own paw as best he could on his fur before shaking his. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Summerfield." It was like shaking paws with a brick.

The lion nodded amicably at Max. "A pleasure." He said before walking around the desk to the leather office chair behind it. He casually brushed off a few stray sheets of paper that had fallen onto the chair during Alice and Max's coitus before taking a seat. He placed the cane across his knees. "I'm afraid I have to apologize for Alice's conduct." He said with a sigh. "She likes to have the first go with our clients and can be a bit pushy in that regard. If you haven't already noticed she has a very prominent voyeurism streak, but she doesn't seem to know or accept that others may not. I only allow this behavior because her services here are invaluable. Not to mention she is my number two."

Alice reacted to that with a look of shocked injury, pushing Max away from herself and forcefully ejecting his knotted penis from her asshole with a muscular contraction. The coyote stumbled off the desk and to his feet as the feline crawled on all fours in front of the old lion.

"No, Mr. Summerfield," she complained, "I'm your number one, I've always been your favorite." The headmistress's upraised tail swished back and forth with distraught agitation. Her agape anus dribbled a flow of Max's love fluid over her glistening vagina and down the inside of her thigh.

The lion leaned in closer to her and raised the cane in front of her face. It was only at that point that Max noticed the lewd nature of the cane, the golden hook on it being a sculpted bust of a nude female arched in ecstasy with her hair thrown back. The nipples were accentuated with tiny rubies. "My number one would listen to me when I told her something, wouldn't she?" He tapped her on the nose lightly with the tits of the cane. "I did tell you to introduce Mr. Dyer to the staff and let him decide which one he fancied, didn't I? I wanted to make a good first impression."

Alice put a paw on the old male's face. "Baby, just look at him!" She protested in a sultry, almost cublike voice. So different from the lioness Max first met. "He's so green, and I saw him first. Besides, he loved it," she turned to look at coyote, who was in the process of pulling up his pants, "didn't you, Maxwell dearie?"

Before Max could answer the lion put his own paw on her face, making her look back at him. "The other girls are very jealous of my coddling of you, Alice." He told her. "You know what you have to do."

The headmistress whimpered, but not in a frightened way. It was a barely contained aroused mewl. "Don't be like that." She said as she forced her lips onto his, putting her arms around his neck. The old lion accepted the kiss, their feline tongues rasping against each other audibly. Max found himself watching her swaying rump. Her roughly loved anus puckering and gaping, coughing up bits of canid seed every time it did. After a moment Summerfield pulled away.

"Alice." He said firmly.

The headmistress sighed as she ran a paw down the lion's chest. "Fine." Alice pouted as she reluctantly pushed herself away from the large male. She sat back on the desk and found the intercom microphone. After clearing her throat she pressed the button. There was a pleasant tone that chimed over the loudspeaker before she spoke in her more befitting professional voice: "Attention, all available staff please report to the headmistress office. All available staff please report to the headmistress office. Thank you."

"Should... should I go?" Mr. Dyer offered nervously.

"No." Summerfield said. "This concerns you. Please stay."

Maxwell did his best to fix his clothing, tucking in his torn shirt and fastening his belt. Alice found her glasses and put them on. She also bent over to gather her own clothes and started to button her blouse.

"You're fine as you were, Alice." The lion demanded.

The lioness looked at him for a moment, gauging how serious he was before dropping the clothes onto the desk. "As you wish." She said unfastening the blouse again and leaving her large breasts exposed.

The coyote was tying his shoes when there was a knock on the door. Alice walked over and opened it.

A very young gazelle, still in her mid to late teens, was behind the door. "Headmistress Alice, the staff is-- oh!" She interrupted herself as she noticed the headmistress was almost completely nude.

"Molly." The lioness greeted. "Good, they're starting to arrive. Please see them in."

"Oh...kay." Molly said as she glanced around nervously to take note of Mr. Dyer and her boss. She turned back and waved at those behind her. "Um, go on in."

Three females came in. A doberman, a hare, and a fennec fox. They all gave a look, not exactly one of surprise, when they saw Alice. The doberman and the fox were dressed in something that imitated a police uniform, though somewhat less appropriate. The hare was a more professionally dressed educator, but there was still an eye for eroticism in how the clothing conformed to her body. It was short in all the right places.

The doberman looked around at the mess in the room and then at Maxwell. "Is there a problem here?" She asked.

"No, Bambi, its--" Alice sighed. "Let's just wait until everyone gets here."

The three newcomers had a moment to stand around awkwardly before there was another knock on the door.

"Just let them all in, Molly." Alice called.

Two more came in. A black bear and a mink. Also female. As Max began to think about it, he couldn't recall seeing any other males in the facility outside of Mr. Summerfield and himself.

The minutes passed and more females trickled in and were greeted by the headmistress until there were over a dozen standing in the office. It was getting very crowded and Mr. Dyer was nervous. He wasn't sure what was going on and Summerfield offered no explanation. Only sat in Alice's chair looking pleased with himself.

"That should be all of them, Headmistress Alice." Molly said. "The rest are with students."

"Very good, Molly." The lioness said. "Come in and shut the door, you should be here for this too."

The gazelle did as she was told. As the youngest present, she also appeared the most nervous. Max only then noticed she was wearing a collar, but one not designed to be as intrusive as what the students wore.

A tall, thin mink wearing a dress more suited for an evening on the town than a classroom crossed her arms and said: "Alright, we're all here."

Alice stood in front of them with her arms at her sides, standing in the same dignified manner she would if she hadn't been completely naked. "Thank you, Miss Fanning." She said. "Thank you all for coming. I realize you all are eager to get back to work so I'll keep this brief. It has been brought to my attention that I've abused my position. Even worse I've taken advantage of our newest client, Mr. Dyer," she gestured to the coyote, "robbing him, as well as the entire staff of the FSYA, the opportunity of making a good first impression. He on us, and us on him. As our founder, Mr. Summerfield, is fond of saying: "A good first impression is the cornerstone of this academy". That was something that I had forgotten. In the future I'll try to keep it in the forefront of my mind. In the present I owe apologies to everyone involved."

She stepped over to stand in front of the coyote. "Mr. Dyer," she said, "I deeply regret that my actions have injured you and have lessened your opinion of this fine institution. Therefore I hope you accept my most humble apologies and will allow me, and my staff, the privilege to repair our damaged relationship."

Maxwell was a bit confused, especially since evidence of their "relationship" was still trickling down her thigh. He wasn't sure what the point of all this was, but he went along with it anyway.

"Uh, apology accepted." He responded.

"Thank you, Mr. Dyer."

She walked over to the lion. "Superintendent Summerfield, I'm sorry to inform you that my conduct has not met the standards which you have come to expect from me. I apologize for my indiscretion and hope that you will allow me the opportunity to better myself in the future."

The lion only nodded.

"Thank you." She said.

She turned to the gaggle of females crowding the room. "My magnificent colleagues," she sighed melodramatically, "you I've hurt the most as my behavior reflect directly upon you. I am so, so sorry for what I have done and I hope we can continue to work together to make this academy even better than it is today."

"We forgive you headmistress." A mouse spoke up and the rest murmured an agreement. Although it sounded to Maxwell that their acceptance didn't quite ring true. They seemed to be expecting something more.

"Thank you." Alice said. The lion finally stood up and found a place at her side. He handed his narrow cane adorned with the nude female over to the nude female. She gripped it tightly enough in her paws that it flexed. She seemed suddenly nervous for someone who so coolly offered apologies wearing nothing but her fur.

"While I assure you that my words are sincere, I realize that words only carry the weight of the one who has spoken them. My actions of late have lessened their value. In order to rectify this gulf between my words and my actions I have only one way to make amends. I hereby offer one action--" She was interrupted by Mr. Summerfield nudging her. She looked over to see that he was holding up three fingers. Her eyes widened but she continued. "--th-three actions of re-recompense to e-everyone in this room."

There was a murmur of gleeful approval by many of the staff in attendance, even a few stifled laughs with a decidedly vicious undertone.

The lioness closed her eyes to quickly compose herself, flexing the cane even more than before. She finally stood up straight and proud. "This is a punishment that I freely accept in hopes that it will grant my words merit. Know that there will be no animosity on my part toward those who deliver it, only the hope that it will mend that which I have sundered."

She stepped in front of Maxwell, holding the cane out for him. "Mr. Dyer, it would please me greatly if you would accept your recompense first."

The coyote looked at the cane. It was trembling in the naked lioness's grasp. He looked at her face and saw the emotions swimming in her eyes. He put up his paws.

"Look, it's been fun, but I have no idea what the hell is going on here."

"She's offering an apology by way of the rod." The lion said as if it explained everything.

"An apology?" Max asked. "For fucking me?"

Alice glanced over her shoulder at the lion before stepping forward to take Maxwell by the elbow. She led him away from the others to the corner of the room.

"You're embarrassing me!" She hissed at him under her breath.

"I'm doing what, now?" Max was taken aback by her reaction. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I was disobedient." She insisted. "The others have as much right as I do, and I denied them that."

"What am I? A piece of meat?"

"No! No... no." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Look, you're a really great guy, and you're gonna make a great master. It's nice that you feel the need to defend me, but I did go against our policy. I coerced you when you should have been given a choice." She opened her eyes." Can you honestly say you wouldn't have preferred one of the others? I mean, Molly really seems more your type."

Max suddenly looked embarrassed and gave a sheepish chuckle. "Hey, I was having a great time." He said quietly. "Besides, I seem to remember you did give me a choice."

Alice smiled as if finding his naivety precious, if not pitiable. "No, I didn't."

She put the cane into his paw and closed her own paw it tightly. "If you don't participate than I wouldn't be doing this for you," she indicated subtly to the staff of females, "I would be doing it for them." Alice looked him dead in the eyes. There was a fierce fire behind hers.

"I'm better than they are."

Max glanced over her shoulder at the staff. Then over her other shoulder at Mr. Summerfield. The lion looked incredibly amused with the situation.

"You're not doing this for me either." The coyote said as he took the cane from her. "I guess that makes you better than me too."

The lioness looked surprised at that statement and then ashamed. An emotion she didn't wear well. "That's not what I--" Max held up the cane in front of her face, mimicking what the lion had done earlier and she was silenced.

"How do you want it?" He asked.

The lioness swallowed. "On the backside." She said. "Don't go easy on me or else the others might feel the need to overcompensate."

The coyote gave her an emotionless grin and stepped out of the corner and around her. He leaned in close to her ear. "That's not going be a problem." He whispered. She clenched her thighs together in response. One of her paws tried to wander toward her groin but she stopped it. Realizing that Maxwell had seen the unintended reaction she dropped her eyes away from him.

"Yeah." Max murmured dryly as he walked around to the front of the desk. He flexed the cane, now realizing that it wasn't just a gaudy accessory for an overdressed old lion. Alice found a position against the desk, leaning over and crossing her arms under her breasts to rest on her elbows. Her long hair draped down. She was entirely displayed for all to see, her tail raised up and her feet apart, ready for what was to come. Her asshole was now puckered and tight, fully recovered from the ordeal with the newest client. Her vagina still glistening and slick, perhaps more so now with the exposure and anticipation. Max gave a practice swing. The cane swooshed through the air and Alice's ass twitched at the sound. One of the staff, the fox, let out a giggle, but tried to cover it with a cough. This earned her a stern look from Summerfield and her ears dropped down servilely. Seeing no reason to draw this out more than necessary, Max lined himself up.

Whoosh crack!

Alice grunted quietly and bit her lip.

Whoosh crack!

Her legs quivered under her and her tail flicked. She gave him a side glimpse and he realized that might have been a little harder than she had asked for. No matter. Only one more to go. At least for him.

Whoosh crack!

A short stream of white spurted from her rectum, descending down and dangling precariously from her mons. She reached back and rubbed her ass. The welts hadn't formed yet, but the skin under the fur was already starting to redden. Summerfield stepped in and took the cane. He smiled and there was a sinister glint in his eye.

"A little rough." He spoke, not sounding disappointed.

Max shrugged and looked him in the eye. His staff might have been intimidated by him but he'd be damned before letting him think he was too. "My first time." He said. "What did you expect?" The coyote looked at the congregated staff, many of them averting their gaze when he did so. His first instinct was to bolt for the door and put this behind him, but he got the sense that would diminish him somehow in the eyes of those present. He decided to take a seat on a chair by the window and let Summerfield's spectacle play out.

The old lion nodded approvingly before stepping up to Alice. The lioness responded with a sway of her rump, anticipating his attention. He put a huge paw on her ass and she gasped, pushing herself up on her toes and arching her back. Summerfield rubbed her gently, running his paw between her legs, either not aware of or not minding Max's spunk running down her. He pressed a finger into her cunt and Alice whimpered. He lightly hooked the cane under the lioness's jaw, making her turn to look at him.

"I believe that Mr. Dyer has done adequately enough for the both of us." He told her. "Therefore I'm going to forgo my recompense."

"No." Alice spoke in small, pleading voice. Her eyes had already started to water but she appeared even more injured by his refusal to punish her than any pain the cane might inflict. Summerfield pressed his finger deeper into her and she gasped, biting off any further objection she might make. The lion withdrew his finger and turned to those assembled.

"Mr. Dyer has set the bar," he said in a warning voice, "no higher." He offered the cane to the mink. "Miss Fanning. You're up first."

The mink sashayed forward and took the rod. Like Max she sliced it through the air in practice. She flexed it and appeared pleased with the limited amount of power she suddenly wielded and swung it again.

"I don't have all day." Alice said with her stern, professional voice. Her tail swishing back and forth.

Fanning frowned and looked at Summerfield, but the old lion only tapped the watch on his wrist. He seemed to be in agreement. She realized she wasn't going to be allowed to take as much advantage of the situation as she had hoped.

The mink swung three firm strikes against the headmistress's ass, but didn't dare to do it hard enough to approach Max's initial punishment. Alice took the recompense while giving almost no reaction. Miss Fanning had an irritated look as she passed the cane back to the lion and quickly left the room.

"Nilda." Mr. Summerfield announced and the hare stepped forward.

It went on like that. One after another the staff took their turns and left the room. Some airing grievances with the headmistress with as much force as they dared, other being less enthusiastic. Periodically the lion would pause the ritual to offer soft encouragement to Alice. Running his paws on her body and giving some choice words of comfort before the punishment resumed. Even with the breaks between the beatings, by the time the eighth staff member had finished Alice was starting to break down and cry. Max had sunk down in his chair, leaning on the arm. He had his paw was on his face with his fingers rubbing his forehead. He had lost interest in watching.

The lion slid up onto the desk to sit next to the headmistress. "Come here." He told her, grabbing the lioness by the arm and pulling her to him. Alice changed her position eagerly, putting her head in his lap and grabbing pawfuls of his suit coat to support herself. Summerfield stroked her hair. "Is this better?" He asked.

Alice sniffled. "Yes. Thank you."

Summerfield waved forward the next staff member, the doberman dressed in the revealing guard uniform, and passed the staff to her. Alice's tail dropped but the old lion grabbed it and pulled it up to forced her into the revealing and ready position. The lioness's ass was now visibly injured by criss-crossing welts. Her legs were shaking under her, barely able to support her anymore. The doberman looked at Summerfield with a worried expression.

"This is her choice, Bambi." The lion told her. "She offered herself willingly and it would be disrespectful to decline." Making it obvious the nature of his earlier refusal.

Bambi did take her recompense, but very clearly held back. Even so, Alice reacted in pain. Her backside was tender and thoroughly bruised. When she was finished the fennec was quick to take hold of the cane in her paw. The doberman's paw clamped down on it instead of relinquishing it. The fox shot her an annoyed glance.

"It's not the time." Bambi warned her.

The fennec cocked her head. "It would be disrespectful to decline." She said with a rebellious grin. "And I do so respect the headmistress."

The doberman narrowed her eyes at her, but released the cane. She turned and left the room. Summerfield had a smirk, appearing to enjoy the bit of workplace drama that took place in front of him. On his lap Alice cringed at the sight of the fox with the cane and buried her face into the lion.

The fox held nothing back.

As the third strike slapped against her Alice's legs finally gave out. She collapsed to the floor, letting out hysterical and agonized sobs. The fox looked pleased with the reaction, lingering over the broken female. Summerfield allowed it for a moment before clearing his throat loudly and holding his paw out for the cane. The fox reluctantly returned it before turning to leave.

This left only Molly as the final one to take her recompense, who was clearly disturbed by the entire process. The ewe had sympathetic tears running down her face and appeared as emotionally broken as the headmistress. The lion held the cane out to her and she trembled.

"Please, don't make me do this." The impala begged in a squeaky and strained voice.

"It's okay... M-Molly." Alice managed to gasp out through her pain. The lioness bravely pushed herself off of the ground with her own shaking and rubbery legs and got herself into position one last time.

Molly looked to Summerfield. "Please?" She bid again. The old lion gave a glance to Max and finally saw that he found no amusement in what was happening. He sighed and withdrew the cane before nodding his head toward the door.

"Go." He told her.

"I'm sorry, Headmistress Alice." Molly said before fleeing the room.

Alice crumpled back down to the floor. Summerfield stroked her head tenderly and she looked up at him with a tear streaked face. He ran a thumb under her eye to wipe away the tears. There was pain in her eyes, but also adoration and love.

"You did very well." He praised her. "I'm so proud of you."

"Then I'm... your number one, again?" She managed hopefully.

"You're always going to be my number one." He told her. The lioness responded by grasping his leg in a tight embrace, rubbing her wet face against him. Even managing to purr in spite of the pain she was in. Summerfield only allowed it for a few seconds before reaching down to pull her to her feet. She wobbled for a moment in front of him, rubbing her thighs, which was as close to her injury as she could stand to touch. She reached for him to try and kiss him but the old lion put a paw up to stop her.

"You're much too messy for that." He told her. "Go get cleaned up and get dressed."

"Yes, sir." Alice said, looking injured again. She gathered up her clothes and left through a door behind the desk that led to an adjacent room. Staggering painfully as she walked.

Alone with Max, the lion slid off the desk and took a proper seat in a chair across from the coyote. He pulled a kerchief from his pocket and wiped down the cane, removing evidence of its brutal use. He set it across his knees again, wiped his paws off and stuffed the kerchief back in his pocket.

"So? She's your slave." Max said, stating what was obvious.

"Is that what you think?" The old lion said.

"Mistress." The coyote corrected himself. "Same thing."

Summerfield rubbed the nude figure on his cane between the breasts with his thumb thoughtfully. "Alice was right. You _don't_understand what we do here." He smiled at him. "Every member of this staff, including Alice, was once a student in this facility. The current headmistress was one of our earliest students, she graduated a little over thirty years ago. She was transferred from another facility that had failed to properly train her. The young feline was fiercely independent and wholly disobedient. I purchased her for a song."

Max flipped a paw indifferently. "And you trained her." He curtly finished the story for the lion. He wasn't happy realizing that the old pervert had probably been listening in on his earlier conversation with Alice. "Not telling me anything I don't know. You have the best record in the country."

"Then I'll tell you this:" Summerfield said, "Ten years ago I drafted and notarized her emancipation papers." The lion sat back and let that sink in.

The coyote straightened in his own chair. If that were true that meant that what he had just witnessed wasn't the legal correction of a slave, it was the criminal abuse of a sovereign citizen. "You're shitting me." He said.

"Not at all." The old lion said. "She elected to remain in my employ on her own accord and I pay her a very reasonable salary. She has her own home, her own transportation, her own bank account, and from what I hear, even some pets that she takes care of."

Max pointed to desk where the punishment had taken place. "That was illegal." He said.

Summerfield nodded. "Very much so. I have no authority over Alice outside of the normal employer/employee relationship. She may have accepted the punishment willingly, but if she decided to walk out of here right now and go to the police, no jury in the country would take that into account. They would assume that I had abused my position and coerced her, and I would spend a minimum of six months in jail. If she decided to take me to civil court she'd end up owning this facility and ruining me. She won't do any of that, and do you know why?"

Mr. Dyer shook his head.

The lion leaned forward. "Because I trained her." He said flatly. "Legally she may be free, but mentally and physically she belongs to me for as long as I live. This is what we do here. I'm not offering you an obedient slave, I'm not even offering you a doting mistress, I'm offering you complete ownership of a soul that transcends the bonds of law. Gloria will belong to you not because the state says so, she will because she wants to. In fact, needs to. To do otherwise would be unthinkable. Her every waking hour will be a pursuit of your approval, and she will suffer anything to gain that. Pain, girlfriends, wives, children, neglect, abuse... anything. However, the work I do here will end once she leaves. You will have to learn how to become a master to her. To become firm and demanding. To nurture the training that was instilled in her." Summerfield sat back.

"But that's something that we can work on later." He said. "For now, let us handle the hard work."

Max pondered what the old male had told him. As crazy has he seemed to be, the lion did manage to exude confidence. He was willing to orchestrate this elaborate spectacle simply to press home the point of exactly how effective his training was. As far as first impressions go, it may not have been good, but it was certainly memorable. "Okay." Max agreed.

The lion studied him for a moment before smiling. "Excellent." He said. "Now I want to discuss some other matters with you. As my client you'll have limited reign of this facility, but the students are completely off limits. Do not interact with any of them. Not even with Gloria if you don't have permission from the staff. If you break this rule our contract is void. I know that Alice mentioned that you will be allowed certain sexual liberties with the staff, but I don't think she was very clear about how you go about that. They won't turn down any advances you make, if they do let me know and I'll correct it. I'd like you to remember that they are mine, not yours. I'm extending this as a courtesy, if I feel that you are abusing it I will revoke the privilege."

"Wait, they're all yours?" Max asked. "I thought it was only legal to own one sexual servant."

Summerfield grinned. "Technically most of them are wards of a business trust, and a couple of them are registered to my relatives, for all practical purposes they're mine. They'll even admit as much. I've classified them for educational use with sexual as secondary. That allows me to keep it legal. There are a lot of loopholes in the system if you'd be interested in owning more than one. I'd be happy to discuss that with you sometime."

Max nodded. "I'd like to learn more about that."

"Anyway, I know that Alice didn't make you wear a condom. That was her call. I'd really appreciate it if you made a habit of using them. I try to keep my girls clean and they all carry them. Not saying you have anything, and I'm not saying they have anything, but I'd like to keep any problems to a minimum. I'd also ask that you try not to be disruptive to their work. I don't want to hear that you've been pulling them out of the middle of a lecture to take care of you. There are always a few around that are idle, just ask for them. For your convenience there are several rooms available for privacy and the staff will be happy to show you where they are. If you are interested in Alice please don't forget that she is emancipated. I'm confident that she won't refuse you, but bear in mind that she has every right to."

"Alright." Max said, getting bored with the speech, but understanding the necessity of the rules.

Summerfield looked at his watch, sensing the impatience. "I have an appointment with another client shortly, but I wanted to talk to you about one last thing before I go. I couldn't help notice that you declined to have Gloria fixed."

"Yeah, I wanted to keep her whole." He said. "I paid for a virgin, and it seemed to be counterproductive to spoil her like that."

The lion nodded but looked concerned. "I can understand that. It's just that offspring with a mistress complicates things. There are legal and moral issues surrounding it. I normally recommend that they be fixed to avoid those issues. I've found over the years that a mistress that is kept whole inevitably comes to the conclusion that their master desires to have offspring with them. If we do it now it will be easier for both of you in the long run. We have access to very good surgeons and you won't even be able to find scars. There's no extra charge for this service. She can recover here and you don't have to worry about being careful with her."

"I'll consider it." Mr. Dyer assured him, but was still resistant to the idea of damaging something that was pristine.

The door behind the desk opened up. Max and Summerfield both turned to see Alice entering the room. She was dressed and looking as professional and prim as when Maxwell first met her. Her hair was back into a bun, her glasses were cleaned, and her face was washed. The only remaining evidence of the recent abuse was some puffiness under the eyes, and a careful stiffness in how she was walking.

"Well, I hope you reconsider," Summerfield said as he stood up, "but you'll have plenty of time to change your mind. I'm afraid I must take my leave. If you have any questions Alice will answer them for you. It was a pleasure, Mr. Dyer." Once again he extended is paw out to Max.

The coyote shook his paw. "The pleasure was all mine." He said.

"Do you have any more questions?" Alice asked after Summerfield left.

"No, I think that will be all for today." Max said. He stood up and straightened his coat. "Could you have my car brought around?"

"Certainly, sir." She said. The headmistress leaned over her desk to the intercom. "Molly? Call down for Mr. Dyer's vehicle."

"Y-yes, Headmistress Alice." The intercom spoke. The ewe sounded like she was still trying to compose herself.

Max couldn't help himself when he saw Alice carelessly leaning over in front of him. He lightly patted her on the rump. The lioness shot bolt upright, her eyes widened and she seethed quietly through her nose. She gave him a stern look.

"So, I'm going to be out of town." He told her with a grin. "I probably won't be able to make it back here for about a week. If you're feeling up to it would there be any way you could see about that habit?"

Alice's face softened and her lips curled wryly. "You are a hopeless pup." She told him.

* * *

Summerfield leaned with his rump against the window ledge. He took a drag from his cigarette before blowing a stream of smoke out the open window. His wife would have his head if she knew he was smoking again, but he felt like he needed it. That whole situation had been more frustrating than he had hoped, but it was informative. Over his shoulder he could see Maxwell Dyer exit the building two stories below. The coyote climbed into his white Austin Martin and drove off with all the vim and fury of a housewife leaving the grocery store with a trunk full of eggs.

What a waste. He probably paid too much for that too.

There was a knock on the superintendent's office door. "Come in, Alice." The old lion called. The headmistress stepped in, giving pause when she saw that the fennec fox was on her knees in front of Summerfield. The fox was completely naked and was servicing her master orally. She was putting substantial and enthusiastic effort into the task and made no acknowledgment of Alice's presence.

The lion watched as the sports car finally managed to pull out onto the main road. "What do you think, Alice?" He asked.

"I think you took advantage of me in that situation!" The lioness accused irritably. She hung her jacket on a hook near the door and unbuttoned her blouse. "Three? Really? You could have warned me first!"

Summerfield snubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray. "That test was just as much for you as it was for him." He said flatly. "By the way, you did well, he did not."

"I thought he conducted himself well enough." Alice defended as she hung up her blouse followed by her bra. "He was willing to punish me."

"After you browbeat him into it." The old lion grumbled. "Don't let your soft spot for canines cloud your judgment."

Alice slipped out of her skirt. "He's still young and sweet." She noted. "I think he'll grow into the role."

"He's a white knight!" Summerfield declared. "My few failures have all been because of a master with that particular complex. Not to mention he's not even married yet and he bought himself a mistress! That's pathetic! The only reason I didn't toss him and that overpriced waif out the front door is because his mother is the governor. My wife goes to the fundraisers every year and that would just be embarrassing for her."

Now that she was properly undressed, Alice did her best to ignore her sore bottom and took a position next to the fennec. There was no drama or rivalry allowed in the superintendent's office so she'd have to suffer the fox's presence without comment. She stroked the fennec's hair, encouraging her oral ministrations.

"How do you want to proceed with Mr. Dyer's case?" Alice asked as she cupped the lion's balls and kneaded them gently.

Summerfield rubbed his chin. "I suppose if he's going to be a knight we should use it." He reasoned. "From what I gather of the girl she's quite headstrong. Set her up in the drone quarters and keep her there for the first three weeks. Longer if required. No pillow and no blanket. Instruct the staff to give her level three treatment and a five, eight, eleven, schedule. See how well she responds to that."

"Any rewards?"

"No official rewards until she reaches a milestone." Summerfield instructed. "However, she should receive occasional gifts, but make sure she is aware that they're from Mr. Dyer. Nothing too elaborate. Not yet." He patted the fox on the head. "Can I rely on you to be the instigator in this matter, Lani?"

"Of course, master." The fennec replied.

"What should the first milestone goal be?" Alice asked as she leaned her head in, easing the fennec aside and taking charge of pleasuring her employer.

"Get her to accept her name."