Birthday Spankings
While a wealthy young wolf is out on a private yacht for his birthday, his vulpine servant helps him fulfill an old family tradition.
"Birthday Spankings,"
by, WolfHound Baxton
Baron Newton Redschields sighed contentedly as he sipped a cup of his favorite tea, gazing at the reddening sky as the sun sank low over the ocean to the west. He had all the comforts of home here: Luxurious accommodations, a store of the world's finest wines and other beverages, a world-class gourmet chef specializing in the finest of Garbonne cuisine, a volleyball court which could be easily converted into a tennis court in a few minutes, a miniature golf course, a small gymnasium with weight equipment, and a swimming pool. His only regret was that he didn't have the prize stallions with him, but one is so limited when traveling by ship. His equestrian hobbies would have to wait until after he came ashore, after his birthday party.
It was the twenty-first birthday of Baron Redschields. The young man had been heir to what was perhaps the greatest fortune in the world on the sudden death of his parents in an accident while white water rafting in the wild rovers on the high Alvatorian plateau two years previously. The incident had not drawn more than a few brief news stories, always a page or two behind the front of the more prominent global newspapers. The Redschields fortune was certainly far from the greatest int he world in terms of raw monetary amount, but it was certainly the oldest and most secure, as the ancestors of this clan of silvery-gray wolves have managed to gain control of the world's major banking systems centuries ago.
There were other branches of the family -- cousins, aunts, uncles -- but young Newton was left the largest share and most influential voice due to the sudden demise of his parents, the main bearers of the name. Their deaths did not garner much media attention because the family disliked being disturbed and had used their influence long ago to ensure they would have a very small media footprint. As a consequence, they only received minimal coverage from the mainstream media, most of their attention coming from academia, the internal gossip of their high class peers, and the bizarre exaggeration and outright falsehoods of crazed conspiracy theorists.
The Baron had just spent his evening reading a particularly amusing article of this sot in a radical magazine called The League, Victorious. This article claimed that he and his family were actually reptilian space aliens in disguise and that they were engaged in a conspiracy to poison the water supply with mind control drugs to make the population more docile.
The young wolf tossed the offending magazine into a nearby wastebasket with an amused chuckle, the setting sun illuminating his bright and cheerful face and the contours of his toned, youthful body, cloaked as it was in fine white and silvery-gray fur. Over this he wore a white tank top and silver chain around his neck, a pair of shorts decorated with images of tropical fruit, a pair of sandals, and topped off with one of those white hats of the style worn by naval officers, popular with wealthy and eccentric yachtsmen.
The young wolf pressed a button on his chair, emitting a muted electronic buzz.
A nearly nude fox emerged onto the deck from a nearby door. "You rang Master Redschields?," asked the vulpine. James was an enslaved fox, according to the laws of the Islands of Bastana, out of which the Baron's yacht,Tradewinds, was sailing. The fox wore a gleaming white collar, white wristcuffs and ankle-cuffs made of platinum; something duller simply wouldn't do for the personal servant of the Baron Redschields. The collar could vibrate on command, which is how Newton called his slave. The fox also had on a platinum chastity cage. Newton was a bit of an eccentric sort and enjoyed certain odd pleasures of the flesh.
"Yes," said the young Master. "I need my tea refilled. See to it, boy."
In truth, the fox was older than the Baron by about three years, but Newton believed in always referring to male slaves as "boy" as a mark of inferiority.
The fox immediately complied with his orders, disappearing once more into the cabin with his Master's teacup and returning with a clean cup full of hot tea moments later, sweetened perfectly as Newton preferred it.
Newton cleared his throat gently and gave his next command. "Get my footstool, slave."
The fox nodded, ears lowered and skulked off, retrieving a wooden stool with four finely carved decorative wooden legs and a plush cushion on top.
Newton sighed in relaxation, taking another sip of tea as he plopped his foot up on the stool. "Footlick," he said, as if it were nothing.
The fox immediately went down to his knees, then squatted on his haunches, carefully removing his Master's sandals and setting them aside. He held one of his feet and rubbed it gently, as he had been trained, moving his skilled paws from the heels up to the toes. Then he leaned down and began to lick it, starting with the ankle and moving his tongue all the way up to the toes as he held his Master's heel gently in his black-socked paws.
Baron Redschields just enjoyed the sight of the sun setting for now and the feel of an eager fox's tongue on his toes. He was paying very little attention to the slave as he went about his work. Though he did spread his toes out a little, indicating where the slave was to go next.
James noticed the spread and looked up with his eyes a bit nervously, his muzzle still continuing in his work as he pushed his tongue in between the toes and wiggled it around.
The silvery wolf answered this attention with a slight wiggle of his toes back and forth.
"H.. happy birthday Master," offered the slave as he nuzzled the big toe of his Master before opening his lips and letting it slip inside as he sucked it. It was obvious by the way he moved that he was very skilled with his lips.
"Aww, why thank you boy," said Baron Redschields, taking notice for now and smiling down at the fox. It was often considered impudent for a slave to speak without being spoken to, particular when engaging in an ordered task, but the Baron was so touched by the sentiment, he couldn't help but indulge his boy... though an evil thought was beginning to come into his head.
"You know, slave, my family is very old and we have a lot of family traditions... some of which might sound rather odd."
The fox mmfed a bit in response, listening still but still sucking on the wolf's toe as the wolf wiggled it about in the fox's mouth.
"One of those traditions," continued the wolf, "is that on my birthday, my Dad is supposed to give me as many spankings as I am old. Sadly, my Dad is longer with us... But I still believe in upholding tradition. It's what he would want after all, and it is a very important thing isn't it boy?" Newton pushed a second toe in the fox's muzzle, stuffing his toes further into the boy's mouth as a sign that he didn't expect a true answer, but an agreement.
The fox just mmfed something over the toes stuffed in his muzzle and tried to nod a bit. What was the wolf going to do. Was he going to make the fox give him spankings? That would be odd indeed, for a slave to spank his Master.
"Since it wouldn't be right for you or the other servants to spank me," said the eccentric wolf, "You'll serve as my whipping boy and take my spankings for me... understand slave?" The wolf wiggled his foot back and forth in the fox's mouth, forcing him into a nod as the fox blinked a little. The slave knew he had no choice in the matter, as he had no choice in anything.
The Master grinned to himself as he say down his tea on the table beside his seat and pressed another button on his chair, "ringing" another slave's collar to command him to get the play room ready. He then picked up his tea and finished his cup while his "whipping boy" moved over to his other foot, once again gently cradling the heel and beginning to move his tongue up across it slowly, moving it back and forth. His ass wiggled a bit as well in anticipation of what was about to happen to it.
A muscular German Shepherd slave finished tying the fox down over a wooden bondage horse. The GSD slave had on the same platinum collar, cuffs, and chastity cage as the fox, but also wore a thick steel chain harness and a grated steel muzzle covered his snout, presumably to prevent him from being too aggressive with the other slaves, as the muscled brute had been trained to be a "guard dog" of sorts. He grunted a bit tying the final knots and stepped back, assuming a statue-like pose on the far side of the room as the Master approached the fox, rubbing his hand gently over the boy's rump. The fox was gagged with a red ball gag in addition to being bound over the horse, his ass raised lewdly in the air and tail secured to rope hanging from the ceiling.
The Master smiled as he trailed his paw over the contours of his fox's rump, giving it a little squeeze here and there to judge his toughness before he started the work in earnest.
"It's my twenty-first birthday, slave," said Baron Redschields, "so you are going to take twenty-one spankings for me, understand?" The fox nodded a bit and gulped, knowing what was likely about to come and tensing his ass up, shivering a bit hoping he could make it better that way.
The fox nodded in understanding as the Baron removed his tank top and laid it aside, revealing his muscled torso completely. He knew he was going to get rather warmed up administering the spankings so he felt he should get a bit more comfortable.
The well-bred wolf placed his paw on the fox's rump once more, drawing it back quickly and giving the fox a firm smack on his right asscheek, which quivered at the strike. "One!," shouted the wolf after he delivered the strike.
The fox whimpered a little under his ballgag, squirming lightly in his thrusts, though the spankings had not yet become unbearable.
The wolf struck again, once more on the fox's right asscheek, "Two!"
The fox yipped lightly. This smack had come slightly harder.
Another strike! "Three!"
"Four!..."
"Five!..."
The fox groaned now in pain. His right asscheek was becoming rather sore from the excess use.
"Don't act like you can't handle it boy," said the wolf as he rubbed his paw gently over that asscheek he had been smacking, now glowing red from the spankings. "I saw them training you before you came onboard. It was rather impressive the abuse you took from those guards... before they stuffed you from both ends.
The fox nodded, a bit groaning even just remembering that incident. It didn't quite help as the wolf was running his paw over his left asscheek now.
The wolf pulled his paw back now and let the fox sit there nervously for a moment, then slowly letting his paw come to rest on the fox's little rump.
The boy gave a loud yelp into his gag and jolted forward a bit, as if expecting some hard smack instead of a gentle rub.
The wolf grinned wide and snickered at his deception. "Relax, boy," he said. "Just giving you a little test to see if you can tell the difference from the real thing."
The fox groaned lightly under his gag with a heavy sigh, partly from relief, partly from pain, and partly from fearful anticipation as he felt the paw of the wolf leave his rump again. He squeaked lightly, closing his eyes shut and bracing for the next blow, which came swiftly, striking his left asscheek much harder than any of the previous blows had hit his right. His little socked paws grasped at the edge of the bondage horse they were tied to.
"Six!"
The wolf struck the fox again, once again on the left cheek with intensity.
"Seven!"
The fox whimpered and sniffed, crying some as a tear came into one of his eyes. But despite appearances, the boy was enjoying himself, in a sense, since his dick was swelling up to its full size inside the chastity cage.
The wolf pawed at his hand a bit, grumbling a bit. "Mmm... stings a bit... I think maybe its time to get out the paddle."
The fox opened his eyes quickly and tried to whimper something, sniffing as his Master walked to a nearby wall and grabbed a large wooden paddle, coming over and touching it gently to the fox's fuzzy little rump, rubbing it slowly and softly around the spots where he had been spanked before bringing the paddle back and letting it land roughly on the fox's ass again, causing the unfortunate little fur to yelp under his gag and lurch a bit, at least within the confines of his bindings.
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
"Ten!"
As the spankings kept coming with the paddle, the wolf only increased the intensity, causing the fox to squirm with noticeable discomfort, though some of the discomfort was probably really coming from his caged dick which was straining the boundaries of its metal prison and poking out wherever it could. Little drops of pre dribbled on the floor beneath it as well.
Another smack of the paddle came.
"Eleven!"
Newton stopped for a moment, panting and stretching his arm a little as the effort was obviously straining his arms, as well as the rump of the fox which was quite bruised, the smaller fur whimpering both at the stinging of the heavy paddling and the lustful need of his caged member.
"Twelve!"
"Thirteen!"
"Fourteen!"
The fox slave whimpered lightly under its muzzle, shivering softly from the ordeal as Newton had some evil thoughts come into his mind. He pushed a finger forward and teased the fox's tailhole with it. Oh, how the Master loved to tease his slaves in this way.
After a few moments of fingering, Baron slowly pulled his finger from the fox's rump and gripped his paddle firmly once more, delivering a series of even heavier strikes to the slave's abused rump. He was going in sequence, making each strike more and more intense than the previous one.
"Fifteen!"
"Sixteen!"
"Seventeen!"
The fox groaned and closed his eyes, crying pathetically under his gag as his rump glowed and he thrust his caged dick helplessly against the bondage horse, producing a cute sound of metal clanking against wood.
The wolf licked his lips wickedly as he put his paddle aside again, once more pushing his finger into the fox's tail, but this time slowly slipping a second finger in. As the fox groaned from the penetration, Newton spread his fingers out slowly to stretch the fox's tail, prompting a few odd squeaks and groans from under the gag as he did. He then took his paddle up once more and continued the punishment.
"Eighteen!"
"Nineteen!"
"Twenty!"
The fox sniffled a bit, closing his eyes and humping a couple more times against the bondage horse. His dick wanted to be raging in that cage. The fox was in pain, his rump stinging, but he had been conditioned to enjoy such situations sexually by his slave training.
"This last one is going to be hardest of all, slave," said Newton, stretching his arm in preparation for the crowning blow. "Get yourself ready for it."
The fox gulped and nodded a bit, as much as he could within the limited motion his restraints allowed. His little sock-mittens balled up into tense fists as his body tightened up, readying for the final blow.
Baron Redschields gripped the paddle in both hands now, holding it back and over his shoulder like a baseball bat, preparing to deliver the ultimate spanking. His foxtoy breathed heavily with nervousness as he steeled himself. Finally, the wolf unleashed the power of his arms and swung through, impacting both cheeks of the fox's rump with as much energy as he could summon.
"Twenty-one!"
The fox yelped as both he and the bondage horse were lurched forward a bit by the strike, groaning and yelping in pain.
"That was delicious," said Baron Redschields playfully as he held the paddle out to the side with one arm and the muscular German Shepherd guard came to retrieve it for him. "And now I'm ready for my dessert!" He reached down and slowly unzipped his pants, pulling out his dick. It was already swollen and rock-hard from the action which fueled his sadistic lusts. He stoked that shaft slowly and grinned wide as he came in close, pushing the tip of his lupine dick up against the fox's exposed hole, helpless under that lifted tail suspended from the ceiling of the cabin.
The gagged fox groaned as the wolf slid inside him, grabbing at the fox's shoulders and pulling to push himself further in. The wolf moaned in pleasure as he began to thrust slowly, little pants coming from him as he worked off the lustful frenzy that had built up inside him from the spanking.
The fox slave yelped at the slightest touch of anything to his sore rump, let alone the thrusting of his Master's thighs against them, sniffing and yipping with each thrust as the wolf continued to drive into him. His dick swelled up more inside the chastity cage as the wolf's dick hit repeatedly against his prostate.
The wolf grabbed the shoulders of the bound fox, pulling the slave as well as the bondage horse back against him as he continued to thrust. Pre slickened the shaft of his dick as he pistoned it in and out of the fox's little hole, those fuzzy ass-cheeks still glowing bright as his thighs impacted them roughly.
The fox pushed back, wanting more as he felt the wolf's dick slam into his prostate, but he was denied by his cage, his pre dripping uselessly onto the bondage horse and the floor from the tip of his chastity cage.
The wolf grunted. His knot had swollen up to full size now and was threatening to tie the slave's tail at any moment.
Baron Redschields grunted and gritted his teeth, grabbing onto the fox's shoulders harder now, pulling back and giving a few intense powerful thrusts, finally popping that knot in on the last one and howling out in passionate pleasure, his body shuddering as several loads of thick and manly wolf-seed flooded the fox's body.
The fox sniffed and whimpered as a drip of cum fell from the edge of his tailhole, joining the puddle of pre coming from the fox's cage on the floor as the wolf laid over him, sighing deeply and hugging the fox as if he were a plush toy.
Baron Redschields smiled and breathed contentedly as he nuzzled his boy's ears and gave them a gentle lick. "That was the best birthday present a wolf could have..."