{"sf1_id":17682,"sf2_id":"m8DRVNQm","title":"RedTails : The Paddled Princess Chapter 03 - An Awakening","author":"Scarletdown","words":11661,"posted_at":"2007-01-19T21:15:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Avian","Bisexual","Character Development","Crossdressing","Hawk","Rimming","Sci-Fi","Skunk","Spanking","Torture"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/17682-redtails-the-paddled-princess-chapter-03-an-awakening","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m8DRVNQm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e3/2e/e32eb016-76ee-4b6f-bb90-f8532f37b126","description":"#3 of RedTails : The Paddled Princess","content":"Chapter III: An Awakening  \n  \n\"Oh come on, Princess,\" Kennewick whined, \"have a heart. I mean, I  \ndon't mind you making me wearing the girls' uniform to school, but this is going  \ntoo far. What will the other boys think when they see me dressed in that?\" He  \nnodded his head towards his sister. Katella was sitting daintily on Amalie's  \nbed, brushing her silky mane.  \nShe arose to her feet, set the brush down, and smiled at her brother,  \n\"What will the other boys think?\" she chirred and giggled, \"Who cares? What  \nthey think don't matter. What matters is what our princess thinks. And she  \nthinks that her paddle girls would look good together in these lovely outfits  \nshe had specially made for us.\"  \nAs per the princess's instructions for dressdown day at school, the  \nSkunkette was dressed in a cute little black and white dress with red lace trim,  \nidentical to those worn by cocktail waitresses or housemaids. The top half was  \nsleeveless and fit snug around her torso, pushing up and supporting her small,  \nbut developing breasts and showing off the girl's modest cleavage. The lower  \nhalf was quite short, almost immodestly so. The hem, even with the lace trim,  \njust barely covered her in front; and in the back, it tantalizingly showed off  \nthe lower curve of her plush young bottom, which was clad in silky red panties  \ntrimmed with black lace.  \nThat looks fine on you, sis,\" Kennewick argued, \"But you're a girl. I'd  \nnever hear the end of it if I show up to school in this.\" He held up his maid's  \ndress in front of him. It was identical to those Katella and Amalie were  \nsporting. \"It's just too girly. I would rather go naked.\"  \n\"You should know better than to wish that,\" Princess Amalie reminded  \nhim. \"I know it's been a couple years, but surely you haven't forgotten what  \nhappened the first and only time we all decided to go skyclad for dressdown  \nday.\"  \nKennewick put his dress back down on the bed, sighed, and rubbed his  \nbottom, \"Of course I remember, m'lady. No offense, but, I'm not an idiot.\"  \nAmalie smiled and nodded, \"Go on then. Tell us what happened.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Even though they all remembered, Kennewick obliged his princess and  \nrefreshed her and Katella about that incident, \"As soon as we arrived at school,  \nwe were sent to the headmaster's chambers. He paddled me and Katella ten swats  \neach, then paddled us another five each as your punishment.\"  \n\"Yes,\" Amalie replied, \"You two took it quite well despite being younger  \nand less experienced as my paddle girls. Now, carry on. What happened after  \nthat?\"  \n\"After we were paddled,\" Kennewick continued, \"instead of being sent  \nhome to get dressed, the headmaster sent us on to class with a note to give to  \nthe teacher. The teacher spanked me and Katella for us being late, another ten  \neach plus five each for you. And that was followed by an additional twenty each  \nplus ten for total dress code violation.\"  \n\"And was that all?\"  \n\"No, my princess. The note from the headmaster was passed on from  \nteacher to teacher, and after roll call every class, me and Katella received  \nanother twenty and ten in front of everyone. And at the end of the day, we  \nreported back to the headmaster for a final spanking before going home.\"  \nKatella giggled and rubbed her panty-clad bottom. \"I don't think my  \nbutt had ever been that sore before or since that day. We sure got to  \nexperience a wide variety of spanking tools under our tails.\"  \nAmalie hugged Katella, kissed her on the cheek, and pated her rump, \"You  \ntwo became school legends that day. You set the record for the most swats  \nreceived in a single day. But the story didn't end there either. Did it?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kennewick shook his head and finished the tale, \"After coming home and  \ndelivering the report to your momma and daddy about how we each took a full  \nthree hundred strokes under our tails throughout the day, Regent Tormanin upheld  \nthe old house rule about getting in trouble at school.\"  \n\"Which is?\" the princess prodded.  \n\"If you get spanked at school, you get spanked equally at home. So he  \ntook first me, then Katella over his lap and paddled us, giving us each half of  \nyour punishment of one hundred swats. After he was done with us, he sent us to  \ngo ask Master Toraq to give us the rest.\"  \n\"That was the worst part,\" Katella chimed in, \"having to personally ask  \nMaster Toraq to give my already hurting bottom another two hundred fifty swat  \npaddling, instead of letting your daddy or Warden Arlin make the request for  \nus.\"  \n\"And asking him in front of his day shift crew and the prisoners they  \nwere working over too,\" Kennewick added, \"that was so humiliating.\"  \n\"Yes,\" Amalie agreed, \"I can imagine what that must have been like.  \nBut, that was part of the punishment, you know. And I know that you don't want  \nto have to go through that again.\"  \n\"I know I don't,\" Katella agreed, \"especially since the punishment would  \nprolly be double this time around. I don't think my bottom could take that much  \nspanking in such a short time.\"  \nKennewick sighed again, and picked his dress back up, \"Okay, you got  \nyour point across. I'll wear this today.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He unzipped the dress and pulled it up over his hips and furry chest.  \nKatella fastened the zipper in back and helped thread her brother's bushy black  \nand white tail through the hole at the point where the dress's bodice connected  \nwith the skirt. Amalie tossed his panties to him. He caught them in midair and  \npulled them up over his plush, girly bottom.  \nThe princess then guided him over to the full length mirror so he could  \nsee just how sweet he looked. \"There, you see? That isn't so bad after all  \nnow. You look absolutely adorable.\"  \n\"I look like one of your mother's housemaids,\" he grumbled as he looked  \nhis reflection over.\"  \n\"As if that was a bad thing,\" Katella replied, giving him a playful swat  \non his rump.\"  \n\"Your sister is right,\" Amalie told him, \"as am I. But then as my  \npaddle girls should know by now, I'm always right. Now, one more thing before  \nwe go join daddy and momma for breakfast.\"  \n  \n\"Katella, fetch me the paddle hanging above the bed,\" The princess  \ngripped the Furling boy by his upper arm and led him out to her private lounge  \nwith Katella following behind them, a lovely handcrafted paddle gripped tight in  \nher paws. Amalie sat down on a large, overstuffed chair and pulled Kennewick  \nover her lap. The lad closed his eyes and huffed a sigh of resignation as his  \nprincess folded the back of his dress up, exposing his tender rump. She gently  \nran her hands over the seat of his silky red panties and gave his upthrust furry  \ncheeks a gentle pat and a squeeze.  \n\"The paddle please,\" she ordered.  \nKatella handed the paddle to her princess, then took her place in front  \nof the chair so that she could hold her brother's tail up out of the way.  \nAmalie rested her left arm firmly across the middle of Kennewick's back and gave  \nhis trembling butt a pair of light, preparatory pats with the paddle.  \n\"As I said before, love,\" she reminded him, \"I am always right. And  \nnow, you are going to receive a small lesson that will serve as a reminder of  \nthis universal law.\"  \nKennewick sighed again and whimpered in anticipation of the impending  \ndiscipline that was about to be administered on his bottom. He didn't have long  \nto wait either. Before he could even clench his nether cheeks together, Amalie  \nlanded the paddle solidly across the center of his rump, striking squarely on  \nhis sit spot. The impact stole the breath from his lungs, and before he could  \ncatch it again, his princess struck a second blow on the same spot, followed by  \na third and fourth on the right cheek then the left cheek.  \nAfter only the fifth swat, which again struck across both cheeks, but  \nhigher on the upper curve of his rump, the Furling boy felt like his ass was  \nengulfed in flames. The silky panties he wore provided no protection or  \nsignificant padding to lessen the intense pain of the hard wood impacting  \nagainst his furry nether flesh. Tears trickled down his face, dampening his  \ncheekfluff, and he began to squirm on Princess Amalie's lap. The Princess was  \nhard pressed to hold the boy still so she could finish disciplining him, so  \nKatella lent a paw. She pressed firmly on her brother's back between his  \nshoulders, which was sufficient to hold him in place for the remainder of the  \npaddling.  \nAmalie struck high again on Kennewick's butt, connecting mostly on the  \nright flank, then again on the left. The seventh swat also struck the boy's  \nleft cheek, dead center, and keeping with the pattern, the eighth burned into  \nthe center of his right cheek. Kennewick was sobbing softly now; his jiggling  \nbottom felt like it was in an inferno. The princess leaned over and purred  \nreassuringly in his ear, \"Only two more, tendercheeks.\"  \nKennewick gave a weak nod, closed his eyes again, and even thrust his  \nsore, abused butt upwards a little to provide his princess with a nice clear  \ntarget. Once more, the paddle connected hard against the Skunk's ass, striking  \ndead center with a smack that echoed through the lounge. And this was followed  \nby another right in the same spot, but even harder than any of the previous  \nnine. Then save for the occasional lingering sobs and gasps from the Furling  \nlad, silence reigned in the room. Kennewick had been properly disciplined by  \nhis Princess, the young lady to whom he owed his allegiance and service.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Amalie set the paddle down on the floor and ran her hands over  \nKennewick's bottom, feeling the fierce warmth that the spanking had created  \nunderneath his tail. Her touch caused him to moan softly, but his moans and  \nwhimpers were silenced by the loving press of his sister's mouth against his.  \nWhile the two Skunks kissed, Princess Amalie peeled the boy's panties down to  \nvisually inspect her handiwork.  \nShe smiled smugly at the sight before her. The normally pure white fur  \ncovering his butt along the inner half of Kennewick's cheeks from the tops of  \nhis thighs to the base of his tail now sported a hot, dark crimson glow.  \nPleased with her work, Amalie took a two-handed grip on the boy's tender ass,  \nand gave it a firm squeeze, taking in his plushness and the heat emanating from  \nhis paddled flesh.  \n\"Check it out, Kattie,\" she said, smiling proudly at the Skunkette who  \nwas still muzzle-locked with her brother.  \nKatella stood up, gently patted the last traces of moisture from  \nKennewick's face, and stepped around behind her brother to marvel at the  \nprincess's handiwork. She put a paw on Kennewick's butt and whistled  \nadmiringly, \"Wow! You could fry an entire ham on these hams.\" She smiled at  \nthe princess, \"For someone who has never taken a spanking herself, you sure know  \nhow to dish them out. I don't think even Arlin could do better than that.\"  \nAmalie returned the smile and shrugged, \"Well, I learned by watching.  \nAnd you should know good and well that I have watched way too many spankings to  \nkeep count.\"  \nKatella nodded understanding, then ran a finger down the crevasse  \nbetween Kennewick's burning cheeks. She smirked and shook her head when her paw  \ncame to rest on a rubbery shaft that was nested and vibrating gently inside her  \nbrother's tailhole. \"Are you planning on wearing your buzzplug to school  \ntoday?\"  \nKennewick whimpered and nodded, \"Why not? It's not like anyone is going  \nto see it down there.\"  \n\"What if you end up getting in trouble at school today?\" Katella  \nreminded him, \"If you have to bend over for a spanking, everyone will see it.\"  \n\"Whatever,\" the boy countered, \"like you said last night, it's no big  \nsecret that I like having things stuffed up my butt. Everyone at school already  \nknows this.\"  \nHis sister shrugged and gave his bottom a firm, playful swat, causing  \nhim to yelp, \"Ah well, it's your bottom, your choice.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Amalie pulled Kennewick's panties back up over his rump and helped him  \nto his feet, \"And I seriously doubt that either of you are going to get spanked  \nat school today anyway, especially if Kennewick's work on my Ealockkniathian  \nhistory report is as top quality as I expect it should be. How did it go, by  \nthe way?\"  \n\"I think you'll be pleased with the end result,\" Kennewick replied as he  \ntried to rub some of the lingering paddle burn from his rump. \"It's sitting in  \nour shared data space if you want to check it out before turning it in.\"  \n\"Nah, that's fine,\" Amalie returned, \"I trust your work. I'm sure it  \nwill bring me a top-notch grade. Now let's go join daddy and the others for  \nbreakfast. I'm starving.\"  \nThe three youngsters gathered up their books and datapads, stepped out  \ninto the corridor, and made their way to the palace's commons. As they passed  \nthe entrance to the dungeons, Kennewick stopped and bid his princess's leave for  \na short time.  \n\"I'll catch up with you in a bit,\" he said, \"I need to go talk about  \nsome personal things with Master Toraq if he isn't too busy.\"  \n\"Very well,\" Amalie nodded, \"We'll see you soon. Don't let Toraq keep  \nyou for too long. I saw on the schedule this morning that Arlin's going to be  \nadministering a public paddling to one of his Street Hunters.\"  \n\"Oh?\" Katella piped up, \"Which one and why?\"  \nAmalie shrugged and shook her head, \"Your guess is as good as mine. The  \nannouncement didn't give any details, so I'm guessing that he wants it to be a  \ntotal surprise to whoever the unfortunate girl or boy is.\"  \nShe gave Kennewick a friendly kiss on the mouth and bid him farewell,  \n\"Go have your talk with the Dungeon Warden, love, but hurry back. I know that  \nyou wouldn't want to miss the morning show, considering how much you enjoyed  \nwatching your sister get spanked last night. And don't try to deny it either.  \nYou couldn't take your eyes off Katella's ass, and your dreamy smile throughout  \nthe entire paddling betrayed your thoughts.\" Before Kennewick could respond to  \nAmalie's accusation, the princess sent him on his way with a friendly final swat  \nunder his skirt, then she, and a delightfully blushing Katella continued on to  \nthe commons.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The reception room was empty; it usually was in the mornings. Kennewick  \nassumed that Skara-Bree and her night crew were all busy in the dungeon play  \nroom getting prisoners prepped for the upcoming auction this afternoon. He  \nswiped his key card through the reader slot next to the inner door and stepped  \ninto a torch-lit stone corridor. As he neared the bend about half way through  \nthe corridor, the young Skunk encountered a Furling Leopard padding towards the  \nexit. He was a striking young fellow, lithe and graceful in his movements, and  \nwith a subtle muscular build, not overly packed like Arlin.  \n\"Good morning,\" Kennewick, the Leopard greeted him, \"Cute dress this  \nmorning. Planning on helping Lady Tormanin's maids with their morning chores?\"  \nKennewick smirked and rolled his eyes, \"Very funny, Elerie. No. It's  \ndressdown day at school. And the princess requested me and Katella wear this  \nsilly outfit today.\"  \nElerie put a friendly paw on the Skunk's shoulder and chuckled, \"Aw, how  \nsweet. And I wasn't trying to tease or anything. Besides, you really do look  \ngood all girled up like that.\"  \n\"Well thanks. And what about you? What's up with the blue and white  \nschoolgirl uniform this morning? I wouldna' ever thought you would ever dress  \nup. Is the universe coming to an end or something?\" Kennewick cocked his head  \nto one side and blinked cutely up at the Leopard.  \n\"Naw, nothing like that,\" Elerie replied, shaking his head and sighing,  \n\"This was supposed to just be a part of my punishment and discipline regimen to  \ntrain me to report for my shift on time. But thanks to my big mouth, and  \nSkara-Bree's quick agreement, Master Toraq has decreed that this is now the  \nofficial uniform for all his employees.\"  \n\"Ah, it's not like this is a bad thing,\" Kennewick assured him, \"I think  \nit looks good on you, and it's about time Toraq's crew had an actual uniform.  \nJust imagine how sharp you are all going to look together when you guys show up  \nat Neina's Retreat in a couple months for that pet show.\"  \n\"Yeah,\" Elerie replied, \"Master Toraq said the same thing last night.  \nBut just between you and me, I think he's just been wanting an excuse to  \nfeminize me and some of the other boys. Still, he the boss, and his word down  \nhere is law. So then, Kennewick, what brings you down here to the Redtail's  \nlair this morning?\"  \nKennewick paused for a moment to recall why he came to the dungeon, \"Ah  \nyes. I have to talk to Master Toraq about a few guy things. Hopefully he's not  \ntoo busy to see me, what with this being an auction day and all the preparations  \nthat entails.\"  \n\"He is a little busy right now giving Beryl some training before his and  \nDarlene's legal counsel show up,\" Elerie advised, \"But you should know by now  \nthat Master Toraq always has time for you. Now, if you don't mind, I need to  \npad off and go gather up breakfast for our prisoners. Hafta keep them healthy,  \ny'know.\"  \n\"Right then,\" Kennewick replied, \"Seeya in a little bit.\"  \nWith that, the Leopard took his leave and continued on his way topside,  \nwhile Kennewick padded down the corridor, around the bend and out into a large  \nnatural cavern.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The playroom, as it was informally referred to, was buzzing with  \nactivity this morning. The air was awash with the heady mix of scents, fear and  \nanguish, mingled with arousal, which caused a tingling to stir within the young  \nSkunk's depths. It was a feeling he still did not quite comprehend, but one  \nwhich he hoped to have explained to him before returning topside. To the left,  \nnear the door leading to the show pit, a pair of young Furling Bats were bound  \ntogether face to face, and suspended from the ceiling in harnesses made of  \nsturdy iron chains. Kennewick recognized these two. The girl was Yanna-Bree,  \none of his classmates, or at least she was until she transferred to the night  \nschedule; the boy was her little brother, Terry-Bree. The older Furling Bat,  \nwho was dressed in the new Dungeoneers' uniform and pacing around the two while  \npaddling their tender little bottoms was their big sister, the night shift  \nDungeon Warden, Skara-Bree. Judging by the yelps and strange moans coming from  \nthe two younger Brees each time the paddle connected with their tender nether  \nflesh, it appeared that Skara was taking her task with them with utmost  \nprofessionalism and seriousness. 'Looks like the Headmaster wasn't kidding when  \nhe declared their punishment for their little hacking caper,' Kennewick mused.  \n'Ah well, I tried to talk them out of it. But no, they had to try to steal  \nthose test questions anyway, instead of studying like everyone else does.'  \nIn the far left corner, a Furling Mouse was busy securing a red-haired  \nElf lad, who looked to be about the same age as Princess Amalie, to one of the  \nLightning Seats. After adjusting his bindings, the Mouse then struggled to get  \na Furling Pony filly secured into the other Lightning Seat. Flurrie muttered a  \nfew choice curses about not having enough staff on hand, especially staff who  \nhad the muscle to handle such a healthy and spirited Ponygirl.  \nKennewick had mixed feelings of pity and envy for these two slaves. He  \nwas intimately familiar himself with what was about to happen to them, and had  \nlong ago developed a love-hate relationship with this particularly insidious  \ntool. He didn't fully understand why, but when Master Toraq determined that he  \nand Katella needed a session on the Lightning Seat after one of Amalie's more  \nimpressive capers, he was overcome with a feeling of both deep dread and intense  \nexcitement. He had talked with his sister about these contradicting feelings,  \nand she admitted that she felt the same way, but also did not understand why.  \n\"Use the crop. Her kind nearly always submits to the sting of the crop.  \nIt's in their genes,\" Skara advised her, looking over her shoulder at the  \nfrustrated Mouse before returning her attention to her young siblings'  \nwell-punished bottoms.  \nFlurrie nodded and pulled a riding crop off the wall. Two swift smacks  \nacross the Pony's bottom, one on each cheek, did the trick. Warden Skara was  \nright as always. The equine lass immediately relaxed and allowed herself to be  \nplaced in the chair, its wire mesh seat giving a little under her mass. \"That's  \na good girl,\" The Mouse chirred as she secured the Pony's arms and legs in the  \nseat's bindings then stood in front of her two charges, holding a small remote  \ncontroller before them. \"Struggling doesn't make sense, Tasha. We all know  \nthat you and Kaylie love the Lightning Seat.\" She touched a button on her  \ncontroller, and a soft hum, combined with the gentle sound of well-lubricated  \nmetal on metal emanated from beneath the chairs the Elf and Pony were seated on.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Like fuck, I do, Mistress Flurrie,\" the Elf lad blurted out, struggling  \nin his bonds. \"Tasha may be addicted to this, but there's no way in the  \ninfernal realms that I will ever...\" His protests were cut short by a sharp  \ngasp. His eyes closed tight, and his body tensed up, then he gave a soft moan,  \nand his maleness hardened between his legs.  \n\"Oh really, Kaylie?\" the Mouse replied, her tone low and alluring. She  \nsmiled knowingly at the Elf as thick copper shafts rose from the floor beneath  \nthe Lightning Seats and penetrated the hapless slaves' southern stars. She  \nsmiled devilishly and turned a dial on her controller. The hum grew louder and  \nan almost imperceptible blue-white halo formed over the surface of the shafts  \nand the wire mesh the slaves' bottoms were pressed against. Both slaves  \nwhimpered and twitched. The Elf's cock stiffened to full erection, and the  \nPony's nipples stood out hard from her breasts.  \n\"I know for a fact that you Elves are related to the Orniths, descended  \nfrom a common avian ancestor,\" she lectured him as she padded over to a storage  \ncabinet and picked up a pair of leather-wrapped iron bits, \"And it is common  \nknowledge that Birds are notorious pain sluts, especially when such pain is  \nconcentrated under the tailfeathers.\" She turned her gaze across the room where  \na Furling Gazelle and an Ornith Pheasant were busy attending to a number of  \nprisoners trussed up on the dungeon's work tables. \"Isn't that right, Kii?\"  \nThe Pheasant lass, who was busy making a Rabbit lad's bottom look like a  \npin cushion, looked up from her task and nodded emphatically back at the Mouse.  \n\"Can't argue with you there, Flurrie,\" she chirped, \"Make our bottoms sore  \noutside and in, and we're yours.\" She inserted the last few pins in the  \nLapine's rump then strutted over to the weapons rack to fetch a paddle. \"And  \neven though Elves don't have feathers or wings, they still have the same wiring  \ndeep inside that we inherited from our Aquillian ancestors.\" She walked over to  \nanother table that was occupied by an Elf girl, shackled face-down and spread  \neagle, and started reddening her pretty little bottom. The Elf cried out loudly  \nwith each smack of the paddle on her butt. Kii paused to run a talon between  \nthe girl's thighs. When she removed her hand, her fingers were glistening with  \nmoisture. She smiled and slipped her fingers in her beak to taste the girl's  \njuices, \"See what I mean? Even after having blessed punishment bestowed on her  \nundertail, Tawna's body still translates the pain to pleasure.\" She left the  \nElf to squirm and quietly plead for more, and went about attending to the  \nothers.  \n\"And that's enough of the biology lesson for today, Kaylie,\" Flurrie  \nsaid, turning her attention back to the Elf lad, \"Now, open.\" The boy  \nobediently unclenched his jaw and opened his mouth. The Mouse inserted one of  \nthe bits and fastened its chain around the back of his head, holding it in  \nplace. She did the same with Tasha, then picked up her controller again. \"Yes,  \nit's in your wiring,\" she repeated, \"And for many Elves, this trait remains  \ndormant until it can be nurtured and coaxed forth to become an integral part of  \nyour makeup as it was in ancient times.\" She turned the dial up all the way to  \nthe right. The blue-white aura around the wire mesh of the seats, as well as  \nthe shafts impaling Kaylie and Tasha brightened and the electric hum grew  \nlouder. Elf and Pony went rigid in their seats and their eyes again closed  \ntight. The muscles in their flanks and thighs twitched and quivered  \nuncontrollably, and screams burst from their throats, muffled by the iron bits  \nin their mouths. Flurrie gave a grim smile, satisfied with her work, then set  \nthe controller down on a table and took up a paddle to help Skara with her  \nlittle sister and brother.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; All but one of the work tables were occupied by assorted prisoners,  \ntrussed up with their aft ends vulnerably exposed in the air, either receiving  \npunishment of some sort, undergoing cleansing, or awaiting either. Two members  \nof the day crew had arrived early, Kii and Shanar, a Furling Gazelle buck. Like  \nElerie, they were both clad in sailorgirl style minidresses. They were both  \nintently working on disciplining and training the prisoners/slaves assigned to  \nthem, oblivious to the rest of the world around them as they applied paddle,  \ncrop, whip, electro-rods, and other toys to their charges' backsides.  \nKennewick was impressed at how focused Shanar and Kii were on their  \ntasks, leaving no slave under their care untouched for more than three seconds  \nat most. And each touch of whatever tool they took up was expertly placed upon  \ntheir subjects' aft ends with perfect precision, connecting where its kiss was  \nmost effective, eliciting just the right scream or moan from the hapless  \nprisoners. Kennewick felt a tinge of sorrow for those the Gazelle and Pheasant  \nwere attending to. He knew all too well what they were experiencing from this  \npair's administrations, except for when Shanar inserted a long shaft up Tawna's  \nbottom and Kii did the same to an Otter lad she was working on. The two  \ndungeoneers looked at each other, gave a grim nod, then pressed on the base of  \nthe shafts they had inserted. Elf and Otter suddenly tensed up and gave a  \nscream in stereo that echoed throughout the playroom, forcing the young Skunk to  \ncover his ears, and causing everyone else, dungeoneers and slaves alike to turn  \ntheir attention to the foursome.  \n\"Shanar, Kii!\" an Ornith Redtail Hawk shouted from near the back of the  \nchamber, where he was hunched over another Ornith, a Crow whom Kennewick  \nrecognized as Beryl, one of the two that Denali had brought in for armed  \nrobbery, \"Shut those two up, now!\"  \nThe Gazelle and Pheasant nodded and promptly moved around to the front  \nof their charges' tables, where they probed beneath the edge until a blue-white  \nglow surrounded the bound and writhing slaves, encasing them in blissful  \nsilence.  \n\"Thank-you,\" Master Toraq said, as he extracted himself from Beryl's aft  \nend. \"Now, how about you two work on getting Beryl and Darlene cleaned up and  \ngroomed. I want them to look their best when their counsel arrives.\"  \n\"By your command, Warden,\" Kii replied for the both of them. Her voice  \ncarried a gentle Midlands drawl that Kennewick found most endearing, and  \ndeceptive considering the vigor with which she carried out her duties down here.  \nShe gave the Hawk a polite curtsy, with her brown and white mottled wings  \nsplayed out behind her and her tailfeathers flirted up. She strutted over to  \nBeryl's table, unlocked his shackles, helped him to his feet, and led him over  \nto a suspension harness on the right end of the chamber. Shanar helped Kii put  \nthe Crow in the harness, then turned his attention to Darlene, Beryl's daughter,  \nwho was already trussed up in another suspension harness, arms and legs spread  \nwide, awaiting cleansing and grooming.  \n\"Be sure to give him an extended electrocleansing,\" Toraq advised Kii,  \n\"He just received a considerable filling.\" The Hawk smoothed out his plumage  \nand adjusted his skirt. He scanned the room, taking note of all the activities  \ngoing on in his playroom, and smiled, pleased with how his employees were  \nkeeping themselves and the prisoners occupied. Finally, his gaze landed on the  \nyoung Furling Skunk standing quietly and patiently near the exit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ah, Kennewick,\" Toraq said, \"What brings you down here to my domain so  \nearly in the morning? Are you in trouble again? Well, out with it, lad. Don't  \njust stand there like a deer in the spotlight.\"  \nKennewick blinked a few times, then padded towards the Hawk, \"Ah no,  \nMaster Toraq. I'm not in trouble. No, I just needed to talk to you about a  \nfew...things...feelings that are bothering me...feelings that I think you are  \nbest qualified to explain. That is, if you aren't too busy.\"  \nToraq met the boy half way across the floor, gave him a warm, reassuring  \nsmile, and put an arm around his waist, one hand resting on the Skunk's right  \nhip. \"I always have time for you, sweet tail. And I suspect that I know what  \nyou are going to tell me. We can have the talk in my private chambers.\" He  \nguided Kennewick over to the work table that, until a minute ago, had been  \noccupied by Beryl.  \n\"But first things first. As long as you are down here, I need you to  \nspread your legs, place your paws on the table, and bend over.\"  \n\"Why, Master Toraq?\" Kennewick replied. He reflexively reached back and  \nput his hands protectively over his butt, \"Like I said, I'm not in trouble.\"  \nToraq laughed and squeezed the boy's shoulder, then rummaged through a  \ncase on one of the shelves on the wall behind the table, \"Silly boy. I'm not  \ngoing to spank you.\" He pulled a a syringe, and a long thick needle, and a vial  \nfrom the case.  \nKennewick cocked his head to one side and curiously watched Toraq  \nprepare the syringe, \"Is that a vitamin formula, Master Toraq? I don't see the  \nneed since Lady Tormanin makes sure I eat a proper variety of stuff, y'know.\"  \nToraq affixed the needle to the end of the syringe and poked it through  \nthe wax stopper sealing the vial. He pulled the plunger and drew out the  \ncontents of the vial. It was a translucent blue liquid, and thick too, more  \nlike a gel. \"No, love,\" he corrected the Skunk, \"Consider this more like a  \nvaccine, one that will protect against transmitting life infection.\"  \n\"I don't get it. Life infection? What's that supposed to mean?\"  \nThe Hawk tossed the now empty vial into a disposal bin and walked back  \nto Kennewick's table, \"This is called Peace of Mind. You, your sister, and  \nPrincess Amalie are getting to that age where you may start engaging in more  \nadult oriented activities. And with that comes the risk of becoming parents  \nbefore you are ready. This will counter that risk. You will learn more in a  \nshort while when we retire to my chambers for the talk. As per Regent  \nTormanin's orders, all three of you are to be started on weekly Peace of Mind  \nshots immediately. Now, present your bottom.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kennewick, now even more confused, stole one last wary glance at the big  \nneedle that the Hawk wanted to stab into his rump. He sighed, then turned  \nnervously around so that he was facing away from Toraq. With his legs spread  \nand his paws firmly gripping the edge of the table, he bent over as if he was  \npresenting himself for a paddling. Toraq folded the back of the Skunk's skirt  \nup and draped across his lower back, then his taloned hands took a firm grip on  \nhis hips and gently peeled the boy's silky panties down to his knees.  \n\"Tail up, young lady,\" the Hawk ordered. Like a long, fluffy flap,  \nKennewick's tail rose, fully exposing his soft, tender bottom, which still  \nshowed a respectable crimson glow from the paddling Amalie had given him earlier  \nin her suite. The insides of his ears reddened and the heady aroma of the boy's  \nmusk surrounded him as Toraq gently ran a hand over his butt, whistling  \nappreciatively at the paddleblush highlighting his nether flesh.  \n\"Very lovely,\" he said, \"Is this the Regent's work, or Lady Tormanin's?\"  \n\"Neither,\" the humiliated lad replied. A shiver rippled through his  \nbody at the Dungeon Warden's touch on his aft end, \"The Princess paddled me  \nshortly before I came down here to talk to you. You'd think she could show a  \nlittle mercy after I had worked so hard to get her ancient history report done  \non time. She can be such an ingrate at times.\"  \nToraq nodded thoughtfully and ran a talon down the crevasse of the boy's  \nass, teasingly swirling it around the rim of his tight little southern star.  \nThis caused another shiver to ripple through his body. \"Really. What, if you  \ndon't mind my probing, might I ask did you do to deserve such abuse heaped on  \nyour sweet little bottom and the hands of her brattiness? Or did she spank you  \njust because she could?\"  \nKennewick sighed and looked over his shoulder at the Ornith who was idly  \ntoying with his tailhole and questioning him on this morning's events, \"She  \npaddled me for disagreeing with her and Katella on what we should wear for  \ndressdown day. As you can see by this silly housemaid uniform, I lost the  \nargument.\"  \nToraq nodded understanding, \"And paid the penalty for arguing with your  \nPrincess.\" He gave the Skunk a friendly and reassuring slap on the rump, \"but  \nyou shouldn't be embarrassed. You wear that uniform well. And really, it's not  \nthat much different from the schoolgirl uniform Amalie dresses you in, nothing  \nno one around here hasn't seen many times before.\"  \n\"Yeah, I know,\" Kennewick acknowledged, \"Everyone keeps telling me that.  \nBut unlike the school uniform, the maid uniform really does look and feel too  \ngirly.\"  \n\"Nonsense!\" Toraq scolded, giving his butt another slap, harder than the  \nfirst one. \"Girliness suits you perfectly. Everyone around here would agree  \nwith that. What the Princess is making you wear is no worse than how I went out  \nclubbing last night. And just ask Warden Arlin, I was a big hit at Up Yours,  \nhad the time of my life, and even earned a buttload of coin and cash, all the  \nwhile girled up just as frillylike as you are now. Besides, why should the  \nnatural girls get all the nicest clothes?\"  \nKennewick sighed again and nodded his head, \"But it still wasn't fair,  \nMaster Toraq. I just wanted to try to save myself a little bit of humiliation,  \nand the Princess decided that was a spankable offense. She shouldn't even be  \nable to spank me and Katella since she has never been spanked herself.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I know,\" Toraq replied. His hand gently caressed Kennewick's soft  \nrump, squeezing and kneading the reddened flesh, \"It isn't fair. And just  \nbetween you and me, I would love to have her brattiness down here and over my  \nlap for a nice long session with the paddle on her sweet, smooth butt. It  \nreally would do a world of good for her rather feisty disposition. But until  \nRegent Tormanin sees the light and declares otherwise, Princess Amalie's bottom  \nis off limits as far as spanking goes.\"  \n\"Yeah,\" the Skunk conceded, \"She does need spanked real good. Too bad  \nher daddy won't allow it. Then again, if that had been the case, me and Katella  \nwould have either still been living on the streets or have been retaken by  \nslavers.\"  \n\"That's the attitude I wanted to hear from you, dear girl,\" Toraq  \nchirred in Kennewick's ear, \"That's the positive and upbeat Kennewick everyone  \nhere has come to know and love over the past few years. Now brace yourself. We  \nneed to get this shot into you and go have our talk.\"  \nThe Skunk closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and tightened his grip  \non the edge of the table. His flanks tensed as the tip of the needle gently  \npressed against the center of his butt's right cheek.  \n\"Untense,\" Toraq instructed the boy.  \nHe exhaled, and his rear muscles relaxed.  \n\"Now, on the count of three. One...\"  \nKennewick gasped as the Hawk expertly inserted the long, thick needle  \ninto his bottom, then whimpered as the thick gel was slowly transferred from the  \nsyringe into his body. The injection seemed to take forever, and the serum felt  \nlike boiling oil inside his rump. But finally, after half a minute, Kennewick  \nfelt another sharp pain in his rear as Toraq pulled the empty needle back out of  \nhis flesh.  \nThe Hawk tossed the spent needle and syringe into a nearby disposal  \nhole, pulled Kennewick's panties back up and gave his rump an affectionate pat,  \n\"There now, little lady, that wasn't so bad. Was it?\"  \n\"It was, actually,\" the Skunk disagreed, \"It feels like you shot molten  \nlava into my butt.\"  \n\"But it's for the best, as I will explain soon,\" Toraq reassured him,  \n\"And the burn should fade away before you leave for school.\"  \nKennewick nodded and started to get up, but the Dungeon Warden placed a  \nhand firmly on his back to stop him. \"Not yet, dear.\"  \nKennewick resumed his position, then moaned in frustration as Toraq  \nretrieved a paddle, much like the one that Arlin had used on him and Katella the  \nprevious night, from the wall.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Aw, but Master Toraq,\" he whined, \"I thought you said you weren't going  \nto spank me.\"  \nThe bird stood behind and to the left of the bent over lad, and gently  \ntapped the paddle on his panty-covered rear, at the spot where the needle had  \nbeen inserted. \"This isn't a punishment spanking,\" he explained, \"The paddling  \nI am going to give you is only intended to help work the Peace of Mind serum  \ninto your system.\"  \n\"Can't you just rub and knead it in?\" Kennewick suggested.  \n\"Sure, I can do it that way. But this is more enjoyable... For me at  \nleast.\"  \nThe Hawk chuckled as Kennewick heaved a sigh of resignation, \"So just  \nlike the Princess, your spanking me because you can. Plus, you actually like  \npaddling my butt?\" Confused, he shook his head and glanced over his shoulder  \nagain at Master Toraq. He didn't think he would ever understand the bird's  \nquirky ways.  \n\"Yes, and yes,\" Toraq admitted, \"I really do enjoy spanking you and your  \nsister, as well as my prisoners down here, my employees when they need it, and  \neven the lovely Lady Tormanin herself. And eventually, you will learn to enjoy  \nit as well, whether on the giving end or the receiving end.\"  \n\"Well I do have to admit,\" the skunk confessed, I have always liked  \nseeing Katella and other boys and girls at school get paddled, and I did feel  \nsomething the times I've given my sister a spanking. But I still don't  \nunderstand why, and I do doubt that I will ever enjoy getting my ass beat.  \nAfter all, it's punishment; it's embarrassing, and it hurts.\"  \n\"I will try to explain it to you soon,\" Toraq promised, \"And believe me.  \nI can pretty much guarantee that you will learn to like being spanked. Now  \nshush up and hold still.\" He focused his attention on the lad's bottom and  \nlanded a dozen swats over his silky panties. These were not as hard as the  \npaddings he received last night, but it still hurt anyway, and even though he  \ndidn't cry, he still whimpered loudly through clenched teeth. Another dozen  \nwere applied to the left side of Kennewick's south end after the first twelve  \nwere administered.  \n\"Let me guess,\" he said, after the ordeal was over, \"those other twelve,  \neven though there was no serum injected in that side of my butt, was because you  \ncould?\"  \nToraq laughed and gave the boy's abused bottom a two-handed squeeze,  \naffectionately kneading the tenderized flesh, \"Yes, because I could.\" He pulled  \nthe back of Kennewick's skirt back down so it once again covered his panty-clad  \nass, took his hand, and helped him stand upright.  \n\"Come now,\" he said, It's time to go have that little talk. Skara-Bree,  \nyou have the power here. I'll be back shortly.\"  \nThe Bat looked up from where she was busy unshackling her little sister  \nand brother and nodded her acknowledgment as the Hawk led the sore Skunk lad  \ntowards the middle passage, \"By your command, Master Toraq.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Toraq's private suite down in the dungeon, his home, was comfortably  \nappointed. The decor and setup was not lavish by any means, even though the  \nwarden could easily afford all the latest and greatest shinies, but he preferred  \nsimplicity and utility over extraneous fluff.  \nAs the Hawk and Skunk stepped out of the small foyer and into the softly  \nlit lounge, they were greeted by Arlin. The Tiger was sitting on the couch in  \nfront of a crackling fireplace. He was only half dressed, wearing only his  \ntight leather pants. His powerful chest muscles and biceps flexed rhythmically  \nas he sleepily groomed his upper half with a short-bristled, wide, wooden-backed  \nbrush. Despite not having had his morning coffee, Toraq and Kennewick's arrival  \ndid not escape his notice. He set the brush down on the low table in front of  \nthe couch, rose to his feet, yawned, and padded over to the pair.  \n\"Ah, good morning Buttmaster, you too Kennewick,\" he growled, wrapping  \nhis arms around the Hawk and gave him a big, affectionate hug, while teasingly  \ngroping his panty-clad bottom beneath his tailfeathers and skirt. He repeated  \nthis with Kennewick, which caused the boy to wince as those powerful paws  \nsqueezed his sore, tender bottom.  \nArlin took a step back, looked the Skunk over from head to toe, smiling  \napprovingly at the sight before him, \"Let me guess,\" he chuckled, \"You are  \neither going to work with Lady Tormanin's maids before school this morning, or  \nthis is the work of her Brattiness.\"  \n\"It's Princess Amalie's order,\" Kennewick confirmed, \"She decided the  \nthree of us should wear maid uniforms for dressdown day today. Frankly though,  \nI'd rather go naked.\"  \n\"Aw, don't feel so bad, young lady,\" Arlin purred reassuringly. He put  \nan arm around the Skunk's waist and gently ran a claw over plush, exposed thigh,  \ncausing a ticklish shiver to ripple through his body, \"This outfit looks  \nabsolutely adorable on you, no reason to be embarrassed.\"  \nKennewick nodded, \"That's what everyone keeps telling me.\"  \n\"Well, they're right. And you most definitely don't want to attend  \nclasses naked. I find it hard to believe that you would forget what happened  \nthe first and only time Amalie interpreted dressdown so literally.\" His paw  \nconnected playfully on the boy's rump with a light swat that caused his bottom  \nto jiggle cutely through his skirt.  \nKennewick nodded again, \"I could never forget that incident. But I  \nstill think it would be worth the full day of paddlings, switchings, croppings,  \nand whippings to not have to look so girly.\"  \nToraq laughed and took the boy's paw in his hand, \"Silly girl, don't you  \nrealize by now that no matter what you wear or don't wear, you are always going  \nto look girly?\"  \n\"Yeah,\" Arlin agreed, \"Genetically, you might be a boy, but in spirit  \nthere are no doubts in anyones' mind that you have a deep and strong feminine  \nside. No wardrobe, no matter how masculine and non-girly as you call it, is  \ngoing to hide your true nature. So, make the best of it, and enjoy it to its  \nfullest.\"  \n\"Oh, alright,\" Kennewick sighed, \"I'll try not to fight it.\"  \nArlin landed another swat on the Furling boy's rump, this time managing  \nlanding his paw underneath her skirt and giving the plush nether flesh a firm  \nsqueeze over her silkies, \"That's my girl. Now, what did you or the Princess do  \nthis time to get you sent down here to Buttmaster Toraq's lair for a spanking so  \nbright and early in the morning?\"  \nKennewick flashed a curious gaze over at the Hawk, \"Buttmaster?\"  \nToraq laughed again, this time with a slight hint of embarrassment in  \nhis tone, \"Ah, that's a little title that Arlin here so cleverly coined for me  \nlast night.\"  \n\"Because you are so obsessed with butts?\"  \n\"Yes,\" he replied, \"But it's also a pun on the way some of my slaves  \ndown here begin their protests when I make a decision for them they don't  \nparticularly like.\"  \nKennewick giggled, \"I get it. But Master, I thought you said you  \nweren't going to spank me,\" he mockingly whined, using his own recent protest as  \nan example.  \n\"You catch on fast,\" Arlin chuckled, \"So far, you are the only one,  \nother than Toraq himself, who got it. Now again, what did you or the Princess  \ndo this morning to warrant being sent down here?\"  \nThe Hawk spoke up for the Skunk, \"He's not down here for disciplining,  \nkitten. He came to me for 'the talk', if you remember.\"  \nThe Tiger nodded as he remembered, \"Ah that's right. And don't forget  \nto get him started on Peace of Mind.\"  \nKennewick rubbed his rump, which still burned inside and out from the  \nshot and the paddling, \"The Buttmaster already took care of that just a few  \nminutes ago.\"  \n\"And I'll get Katella and Amalie started on PoM this evening,\" Toraq  \nadded.  \n\"Good good,\" Arlin replied, \"Nice to see you are on top of things as  \nalways.\"  \nThe bird flashed the Tiger a sly, knowing wink, \"Well, not always on  \ntop...\"  \nArlin laughed and planted a friendly swat on his friend's downy behind,  \n\"Heh, well, I will leave you two some privacy and go check out the prisoners in  \nthe playpit. Who knows? Perhaps I'll buy one this afternoon?\"  \n\"That would certainly be a another sign that the universe is coming to  \nan end,\" Toraq laughed. \"Now run along. And remember, if you do any sampling,  \nit's one silver laurel per tail.\"  \n\"Don't worry. I would never stiff your employees,\" Arlin replied, \"At  \nleast not that way. Now, I'll see you soon. And please, be gentle with  \nKennewick.\" The Tiger gave them both another hug, then padded back out to the  \ndungeon proper, leaving Toraq and Kennewick to have their talk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally alone with the boy, Toraq led his guest over to the lounge area  \nin front of the fireplace, sat down on the couch, and invitingly patted his  \nfeathery thigh. Kennewick sighed, pulled his panties back down around his  \nknees, and and obediently placed himself over the Hawk's lap, tail raised.  \nToraq gave a soft chuckle, patted the Skunk's musky bottom and pulled the  \nsilkies back up so they were once more sitting snug around his hips.  \n\"As much as I admire your submissiveness and compliance,\" Toraq giggled,  \n\"I prefer to talk to your face, not to your butt, despite that cute and saucy  \nsass your sister and the Princess like to use. Now, get up and have a seat,  \nyoung lady.\"  \nHis ears flattened out to the side in embarrassment, and a soft blush  \nshowing through the white fluff on his cheeks, Kennewick stood back up, then  \nperched daintily on the Hawk's lap. he squirmed a little to get comfortable  \nwhat with the bird's maleness pressing stiffly against the boy's tender, and  \nstill sore bottom. Toraq placed one hand on the Skunk's rump, and with the  \nother hand, caressed his plush thighs, talons teasingly stroking across the  \ninner surface, causing a pleasant shiver to ripple through the boy's body. Hawk  \nand Skunk sat silently for a minute, both collecting their thoughts to the  \ncrackle of the flames burning hot in the fireplace as it hungrily consumed the  \npine logs Arlin had fed it shortly before their arrival.  \n\"Kennewick,\" Toraq began, \"Do you know what Warden Arlin's little sister  \ndoes to earn her living?\"  \n\"Of course I do,\" the boy replied, \"Amanda does the same thing that Lady  \nTormanin did before the Regent took her away from Kiena to marry her. She's a  \nwhore.\"  \n\"And do you know what whores actually do?\"  \n\"They keep people company, and cuddle with them, and do a lot of kissing  \nand hugging in exchange for money.\"  \nToraq giggled at the boy's surprising naivety. He playfully tickled  \nKennewick's inner thighs, causing him to squirm delightfully, \"That's partially  \ncorrect. But there's something that whores do that sets them apart from mere  \nhired social companions.\" He thought for a moment, then, \"Do you know how  \nfledglings are made?\"  \nWithout hesitation, Kennewick confidently answered, \"They come about  \nwhen two people get married or live together for long enough.\"  \n\"But what do those two people have to do to bring a baby into the  \nworld?\"  \n\"Doesn't it just happen?\" the Skunk guessed. He was starting to become  \nconfused, evidenced by the puzzled look on his face as well as his scent, \"What  \nam I missing, Master Toraq?\"  \nThe Hawk gave him a firm but affectionate swat on the rump, then pulled  \nhim close so that the boy's head was resting against his feathery breast, \"You  \nnever cease to amaze me, sweetling. I am truly shocked that what with blatant  \nsexuality all around you here in Lovenmusk, you have no clue about mating. But  \nfear not. That is why we are here. I will give you the basics now.\"  \nThe bird's hand slid across Kennewick's thigh and came to rest on the  \nsoft bulge hidden beneath the front of his panties. \"You said you have been  \nexperiencing some confusing feelings lately.\"  \nKennewick nodded and squirmed a bit on Toraq's lap. The bird's touch on  \nhis intimates caused another pleasant shiver to run through him, \"Yes. As I  \nmentioned earlier, it happens a lot when I get to watch Katella, as well as  \nother girls and boys get their bottoms spanked, and especially when I get to be  \nthe one spanking my sister.\"  \n\"Right. Is there anything else that triggers this, or is it just the  \nspankings?\" Toraq pressed onwards, giving Kennewick's virgin maleness a gentle  \nsqueeze through the silky barrier.  \n\"When I'm with the Princess, and she's naked, I feel it. We don't even  \nhave to be doing anything other than being around each other. Same with  \nKatella. And when one of them is cuddling on my lap, it gets even more  \nconfusing...\"  \nWhile the boy paused to regain his thoughts, the bird prodded him with  \nanother squeeze on his privates, and also slipped his other hand up under his  \npanties, probing his nethers until his finger came to rest on the base of the  \nbuzzplug that was nested in the lad's rectal chamber.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And whenever you have these feelings, your boy shaft gets stiff.  \nCorrect?\"  \nKennewick blushed and nodded. \"Yeah. Why does it do that? To get it  \nto go back down, I have to rub it until I feel a tickle run through my body.  \nThough sometimes, either the Princess or Katella will rub it for me. And when  \nthey do that, the tickle feels even stronger. And recently, there's more. Now  \nwhen the tickle hits, I get all sticky and messy down there...\"  \nToraq took a two-fingered grip on the base of the buzzplug and very  \ngently pumped it inside Kennewick's ass as he explained to the boy what was  \nhappening to him. \"You are starting down the road to adulthood and have  \nexperienced the first steps. Don't take this wrong, lad. You are by no means a  \ngrownup yet, and have a long way to go. But sexually, you have become mature.\"  \nKennewick's bottom rhythmically flexed and relaxed on the Hawk's lap as  \nthe plug was teasingly worked around inside him. He nodded solemnly, \"What does  \nthat mean, Master Toraq?\"  \n\"It means,\" the bird continued, \"that if you are not careful, you could  \nend up getting the Princess or your sister pregnant before they are ready. But  \ndon't worry. That is what the Peace of Mind shot I gave you is intended to  \nprevent.\"  \n\"So the girls could have become mommies by stroking me down there? If I  \nhad known...\"  \nToraq laughed and gave the Skunk's bottom a firm slap, then pulled the  \nbuzzplug from his tailhole, \"No. That would not have done it. But, if you had  \nended up sticking it in one of them, like the Princess will most likely get you  \nto do tonight, that could cause her to end up with a baby growing inside her.  \nOr at least, it could if I had not given you the shot.\"  \nKennewick blinked; his face betrayed his deepening confusion. He  \nreached down between his legs and ran his fingers over the bulge in his panties,  \n\"I'm supposed to put my pokey inside the Princess?\"  \nToraq put a hand to the Skunk's face and turned the boy's head so that  \ntheir gazes met, \"If you were anyone else, I would say that you are just trying  \nto play ignorant with me.\" His talons gently caressed Kennewick's cheek, from  \ntemple to chin, \"But I can see in your eyes that you aren't just playing. You  \nreally do not know how to boink a girl.\"  \nThe boy nodded his head, \"And I take it that this is something I really  \ndo need to learn soon?\"  \n\"Yes,\" Toraq agreed, \"And the sooner the better, considering Amalie is  \ngoing to want to feel your maleness buried deep in her nethers tonight.\"  \n\"Will you teach me?\"  \n\"What?\"  \n\"Will you teach me how to mate, or boink, or whatever you call it? If  \nthe Princess wants me to serve her this way, I want to make sure I will know how  \nto do it right.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Toraq was taken aback by the boy's earnestness and sincerity, by his  \ndesire to learn how to please his Princess in ways neither youngster had known  \nbefore. He smiled and gently scooted the Skunk off his lap, \"Very well. It  \nwill be different between you and the Princess, since she's a girl, and you,  \neven though we treat you as a girl, are physically a boy. But the mechanics of  \nthe act are mostly the same.\" He gestured to the floorspace between the couch  \nand the hearth.  \n\"Get down on all fours,\" the Hawk instructed.  \nThe Skunk obediently knelt down, facing the fireplace, and leaned  \nforward so that his paws rested firmly on the floor and his backside thrust up  \nand presented to Master Toraq. The Dungeon Warden knelt behind the boy. He  \nlifted the thick, bushy, black and white striped tail up out of the way, draping  \nthe musky appendage over Kennewick's shoulder, folded his skirt up to lay across  \nhis lower back, and took a firm grip on the lad's plush, wide hips, taloned  \nfingers slipping beneath the waistband of the silky red panties the Skunk  \nsported.  \nWith one quick and smooth motion, the Hawk peeled the boy's panties down  \nto his knees, once more fully exposing the young Furling's furry assets. He  \ntook a moment to take in the delightful sight before him, running his fingers  \nover the remarkably feminine curves of the lad's south end. If it wasn't for  \nthat hard shaft bobbing tantalizingly between the boy's thighs, Toraq could  \neasily mistake Kennewick for his twin sister.  \n\"You did have your electrocleansing this morning, I presume?\" Toraq  \nasked as he slipped his thumbs into the crevasse of the lad's bottom and gently  \nparted his nether cheeks to expose his tight little southern star.  \nKennewick nodded his head, \"But of course. Me and the girls have  \ncleansings daily. Why?\" The boy gave a sharp gasp and a shudder rippled  \nthrough his body as his question was answered by the press of the Hawk's hard,  \nsharp beak into his tailhole. He whimpered like a little girl as the beak  \nparted, stretching his opening, then moaned as he felt the bird's agile tongue  \nprobing around inside him. Though not rough like Arlin's, Toraq's tongue still  \ntickled in his depths as it caressed the hot musky wall of his inner flesh. His  \npaws kneaded the floor and back arched, causing his butt to thrust up a little  \nmore, pressing harder against the bird's face, and coaxing the hard, curved  \nraptor beak deeper inside him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; After nearly a minute of Toraq's tongue expertly probing and tasting his  \nnaughty depths, Kennewick felt that all too familiar tickle between his legs.  \nThe boy's tailhole flexed and relaxed rhythmically around the Hawk's beak, and  \nhis hard shaft pulsed beneath him. He did not think he could withstand much  \nmore of the Dungeon Warden's taildiving without making a sweet sticky mess on  \nthe floor.  \nToraq sensed that the young Skunk was nearing climax, and reluctantly  \nremoved his tongue and beak from the lad's aft chamber just in time. Kennewick  \nheaved a sigh of relief as the tingling tickle inside him faded away. His  \npokey, as he and the girls called it, was still hard, but at least the danger of  \nspilling his juices out on Toraq's floor had passed.  \nKennewick felt the bird's taloned hands grip his hips again, and his hot  \nfeathery body press against his bottom and back. The boy's face and insides of  \nhis ears reddened as the Hawk softly declared his assessment of his assets.  \n\"I must say, young lady, of all the bottoms I've tasted over the years,  \nnone has ever been so delightful as yours. Your unique flavor has always been,  \nas far as I'm concerned, the finest first class delicacy in the entire known  \ngalaxy. And 'tis always a great pleasure and honor for me to properly lubricate  \nyour nethers whenever you come to me for assistance in the insertion of the many  \ndiverse objects that have had the pleasure of being nested deep inside your  \nsweet depths.\"  \nThe reddening in the boy's ears and beneath his white cheekfluff  \nintensified. Master Toraq's critique of his rectal chamber, though  \nembarrassingly exaggerated, was filled with the utmost sincerity, as the Hawk's  \nnext declaration revealed.  \n\"Now now, don't be too embarrassed. Granted, when you are blushing like  \nthat, you are even more adorable and irresistible than normal. But you know  \nthat I do not engage in empty flattery. You do indeed have a bottom to be proud  \nof, missy. I would not say such were it not the truth.\"  \nKennewick smiled sheepishly and giggled, \"Er, thank-you, Master Toraq.  \nI am honored that my butt pleases you so much.\" He yelped out in surprise as  \nthe Hawk laughed and landed a firm swat on his bottom, then adjusted his  \nposition so that the tip of his cock was pressed against the lad's  \nwell-moistened tailhole.  \n\"Now,\" Toraq continued the lesson, \"since you have given your ass plenty  \nof conditioning over the years with so many different objects, this shouldn't  \nhurt much, if at all.\"  \nThe boy nodded and took a deep breath. His aft end tensed up at the  \ntouch of Toraq's hard pokey on his southern star, but the tenseness lasted only  \nfor a few brief seconds. He reminded himself that this should be no different  \nthan having a buzzplug or an electrocleansing rod inserted into him.  \nToraq patted and squeezed the Skunk's bottom, \"Relaxed and ready now?\"  \nKennewick nodded. Although he thought he knew what to expect, the boy  \nstill gasped and whimpered as the bird's shaft penetrated his tailhole, sliding  \nsmoothly into his tight, hot rectum. Toraq moaned with the boy as he impaled  \nhis ass on his cock, gently pushing it in deep until the bird's groin was  \npressed firmly against the Skunk's furry bottom. Kennewick sighed contentedly.  \nHis ass flexed and clenched tight around Toraq's maleness, holding it firm  \ninside him as it filled and stretched his nether passage. Yes, it was true that  \nhis rectum was no stranger to a countless variety of foreign objects. But this  \nwas the first time he had ever taken someone's pokey inside him. It shouldn't  \nhave been any different than any other object, and in fact, was even a little  \nsmaller around than the buzzplug he normally wore. But still, what Master Toraq  \nwas doing to him...no, doing with him put everything else he had ever taken up  \nhis butt to shame. It felt like the ultimate act of naughtiness, but also the  \nultimate act of friendship, affection, and love. It felt absolutely wonderful.  \nHe once again felt the bird's hot body press against his back.  \n\"Yes, you take her slow and gentle at first,\" Toraq explained, \"Once you  \nare inside her and she is ready for more, you work her intimates with firm,  \nsmooth strokes.\"  \nStrong, feathery arms wrapped themselves around Kennewick's waist,  \nholding him in place. Toraq's lap retracted from the boy's rump, and with it,  \nthe hard, warm shaft inside of him slid back an inch or two. A moment later  \nhowever, the Hawk's hips again ground into Kennewick's bottom and the cock  \nthrust back to full depth.  \n\"Firm smooth strokes,\" Toraq repeated.  \nTo illustrate, the Hawk tightened his grip on the Skunk and rhythmically  \nworked his cock inside him, sliding in and out of his rectum like a fleshy  \npiston. In response, Kennewick's aft end clenched and relaxed around the shaft  \npumping his depths, and he rocked back and forth under the bird in a counter  \nrhythm to Toraq's thrusts. His own virgin cock pulsed practically in time with  \neach push in his nethers; clear sticky juices coated the tip, and that  \nmysterious but pleasant tickle in his tummy swelled to a passionate burn. He  \nneeded release soon, but vowed to himself to fight his desire and ride it out  \nfor as long as possible.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sensing Kennewick's impending climax, Toraq's pace intensified. His  \nbody pounded against the Skunk's musky rump and his shaft pumped inside him hard  \nand fast, \"An important point to remember,\" he gasped, \"is to try to hold off  \nfilling her with your seed until after she has been sent into the fires of bliss  \nfirst. It is not always possible, especially when the boy is still  \ninexperienced. But that is the goal you should try to achieve.\"  \nKennewick whined and nodded, \"The lady goes first.\" His hips bucked  \nagainst Toraq and his paws kneaded on the floor before him.  \n\"In this case,\" Toraq corrected the boy, managing a chuckle through his  \nown gasps and moans, \"the lady comes first.\" He practically had a death grip on  \nthe boy as his thrusts pounded hard and fast inside the hot, tight nether  \npassage.  \nFinally, a full five minutes after the bird initially mounted him,  \nKennewick gave a final loud moan. His bottom clenched tight around Toraq's  \ncock, holding it securely in his depths, and his own aching shaft pulsed and  \nthrobbed hard as his warm, sticky, creamy white juices spilled onto the floor  \nbeneath him. Mere seconds later, the Hawk holding him whined and moaned as  \nwell, and the boy felt hot sticky male juices pumping into his rectum. After  \nanother half minute, Toraq and Kennewick collapsed together on the floor in  \nfront of the hearth. Their labored breathing as they regained their senses, and  \nthe crackling of the fire being the only sounds in the bird's private suite for  \nwhat seemed like a lifetime.  \nAs they lay there together, the Skunk snug in the Hawk's arms and the  \nHawk's still semi hard shaft nested deep in the Skunk's tailhole, Kennewick gave  \na gentle sigh and smiled contentedly, \"That was,\" he paused to collect his  \nthoughts, \"that was simply amazing, Master Toraq. Of all the things I've put up  \nmy butt, I never even thought that another guy's pokey might be something to try  \nup there. No mere buzzplug could ever feel that nice, and at the end, your  \nstuff that it shot into me was even better than the hottest enema Lady Tormanin  \nor the Princess had ever given me.\"  \nToraq chuckled and gently preened the boy's neck with his beak, \"Ah, you  \nmight say that it is that personal touch that makes the real thing a  \nthousandfold nicer than any mere toy. And I must say, dear girl, your bottom  \nhas tremendous untapped potential. You are literally sitting on a veritable  \ngold mine.\"  \n\"Do you mean that I could be a whore like Amanda or Lady Tormanin?\"  \nKennewick asked.  \n\"Oh without a doubt,\" the Hawk affirmed. He reluctantly extracted his  \ncock from the Skunk's butt and sat up to kneel beside the lad, \"You have the  \npotential to be one of the greatest whores in the history of our galaxy,  \npossibly even rivaling Neina himself. I know countless men and women who would  \npay a king's ransom for an evening with you.\" He stood up and moved towards the  \ndoorway at the far end of the lounge.  \n\"Can you teach me?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Toraq paused in his tracks and turned around to stare at the lad,  \n\"What?\"  \nKennewick stood up. The back of his skirt fell once more in place over  \nhis wide bottom, and he held the front up with one paw to prevent it from  \ngetting sticky from his juices, \"Can you teach me to be a whore?\" he clarified.  \nWith his other paw, he reached down to his knees and pulled his silky panties  \noff, then padded across the room to join Toraq.  \nThe Hawk took the boy's paw in his hand and led him through the door to  \nthe bathing chamber, \"Hmmm. Can I teach you to be a whore? I train prisoners  \nto be pleasure pets as you know, so I might be able to teach you a few tricks,\"  \nhe replied, \"but a full-fledged course of training? That's something else.  \nTruth be known, my girl, I would not be the most qualified to take on an  \napprentice whore. I mean, I've made some cash and coin with my tail over the  \nyears, but I don't have the extensive experience out on the streets that  \nprofessionals have.\" He took a sponge from a wall shelf, dipped it in the hot  \nspring that ran beneath the regency estate and through his lair, and cleaned his  \nsemi stiff cock as he pondered the boy's request.  \n\"If you really do want to become a whore,\" he said, \"I do know several  \nladies who would be happy to take you.\" He dipped the sponge again and rubbed  \nit over Kennewick's cock, then took a long metal shaft off the shelf, \"Turn  \naround and present your ass.\"  \nThe boy obediently faced away from Toraq, spread his legs, bent over,  \nand lifted his tail, \"What about Allisson or Amanda?\" he suggested, \"Do you  \nthink they could apprentice me?\"  \nToraq slid the shaft up Kennewick's butt and gave it a twist. A soft,  \nmuffled buzz emanated from within his depths as the electrocleanser did its work  \ninside him. \"Well, Amanda is still an apprentice herself,\" the Hawk reminded  \nhim, \"but it is possible that Allisson might be willing to take on another  \napprentice; doubtful, but possible.\"  \nKennewick chirred contentedly as the shaft inside him sent an electrical  \ntingle coursing through his nether chamber, \"Because she really has her paws  \nfull with Amanda?\"  \nToraq laughed and squeezed the boy's rump, \"Partially,\" he replied, \"but  \nas of last night, she has already gained a second apprentice.\"  \n\"Oh? Who's the lucky girl?\"  \n\"Boy,\" the bird corrected him, \"Karlisle is going to follow in his  \nsister's footsteps.\"  \nKennewick stood up and turned around. His eyes were as wide as saucers,  \n\"No way. Karly, a whore?\"  \nToraq laughed again, reached behind the Skunk, extracted the  \nelectrocleanser from his ass, and put it back on the shelf, replacing it with the  \nbuzzplug that the lad had been wearing before his fucking. \"Yes way. Seems  \nthat Allisson surprised herself with her persuasion skills last night.  \nAccording to Warden Arlin, she had planned on only talking her little brother  \ninto ditching the Chastity Society and giving him a little sisterly love.\"  \nKennewick nodded, \"Ah yes, I remember last night when we were leaving  \nEverett and Rhiana's place, Allisson and Amanda were coming in with Karlisle and  \nsome Dwarf in tow. So, Allisson got Karly to boink her?\"  \nToraq smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around Kennewick's waist and  \nleading him back out to the lounge, \"For starters, yes. But it seems that the  \nRingtail woke up a sleeping beast within her brother, and he took to the naughty  \nlife like...well...like a natural born fuck toy. Not only did he boink his  \nsister, but he also did Amanda, Rhiana, and LiKressa. And after that, he even  \ndid some lap dances for several of the male clientèle there at Up Yours.\"  \nThe Hawk sighed wistfully as he and Kennewick put their panties back on,  \n\"He has a very delightful bottom indeed. That boy is going to go far under his  \nsister's guidance. Now come along. We've wasted too much time as it is. I  \nhave work to do and you need to go have a quick breakfast and head off to school  \nwith the others.\"  \nTogether, Hawk and Skunk left the serenity of Toraq's private suite and  \nreturned to the playroom.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"RedTails : The Paddled Princess","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9032-redtails-the-paddled-princess-chapter-02-party-crasher.json"}}