Balance
Continuing to upload some stories I had written previously. This was inspired by a picture uploaded by tierafoxglove on FA.
Clarice nervously eyed the flogger that tapped the hip in front of her boyfriend in front of her. "You spilled wine all over Mrs. Henderson," he was saying.
"It was an accident," Clarice whined. The bat was naked, kneeling on the thick, plush carpet of their living room. Normally she wouldn't mind, but being naked felt so... exposing, especially when her big badger boyfriend was still fully dressed after the dinner party they hosted that evening. It made her worried, but also, excited. She tried not to think about how she was squeezing her thighs or about how each breath was lifting her naked breasts up to him or...
"Clarice!"
She shook herself and looked up. Darren had been saying something and she had completely missed it. "What?"
The badger groaned and rubbed at his forehead, the flogger tapping against his thigh more. "I was saying that you need to focus."
"I'm sorry."
"Wine, Clarice. All. Over. My. Boss."
The bat winced. "At least it wasn't red wine," she offered, very, very quietly. "She did laugh it off."
Darren fell into a seat in front of her, legs crossing automatically. "Yes, she did. Because she's a good person and knows it was an accident. But if it had been anyone else, I could be out of a job right now."
Clarice stared at the ground in front of her.
"You need to be punished."
That same mix of fear and excitement washed over the bat. "Yes, sir."
"I don't want this to happen ever again."
"No, sir. Of course not, sir. You are right to punish me, sir."
A moment later, Clarice, felt the handle of the flogger under her chin, lifting it up. Her eyes met Darren's. Ever since they had begun to explore this side of her, of him, of their relationship together, they had worked out a silent set of safewords and signals. He was checking on her, wanting to know it would be okay to continue. She gave a bow of her head, accepting her fate.
"Good girl," the badger rumbled and pet the top of her head as he stood. "Stay there a moment."
She did. She kept her eyes downcast, but her big fox-like ears were following his every move. She heard him go into the kitchen, the squeak of his shoes on the linoleum, and then heard the sound of one particular cabinet opening. Was he really going to do that? Now? The faucet turned on and something was washed under the sink. Her heart beat even faster and her tongue ran over her lips instinctively.
Darren came back in front of her, in one hand holding a glossy, blood red apple. At the sight of it, her hindbrain reached up and slapped her thoughts with a non-stop barrage of apple-apple-apple-sugar-apple-tasty-apple-yummy-apple-crunchy-delicious-full-of-SUGAR-apple.
"Clarice..." Darren warned.
Clarice looked down. She had been reaching out hungrily, her teeth mere inches from the succulent flesh of the apple. She coughed a little and settled back into her kneeling position.
"Much better. This is the reward. Do as I say and you'll earn it for yourself."
She nodded eagerly, tongue running over lips again as she thought about taking a nice big bite.
"Fail to obey, and you'll be given a bit of encouragement to do better."
Her eyes glanced to the flogger and she nodded.
He set down the flogger and apple together and with two strong hands adjusted her posture with slow but insistent pushes. He straightened her back, lifted her chin, made sure her head was level and then carefully, every so carefully, set the apple down on top of her muzzle. "Now, dear, the goal will be for you to hold this apple level on your muzzle without--"
Thump!
Clarice had once again run her tongue over her lips and that motion had been enough to cause the apple to tumble from its perch. Darren's open hand sailed through the air and landed with a sharp smack against the curve of the bat's rump, making her jump slightly. She gasped at the sensation, one she hadn't yet experienced in their experiments together. She reached back to rub at the spot, feeling the warm tingle in her flesh as Darren lifted the apple up again.
"Let's try this again," the badger said as he adjusted the tilt of her head again and set the apple (the big, red, juicy apple, Clarice thought) back in place atop her muzzle. It wobbled once or twice and then held still. Clarice allowed herself a smile. "Much better," Darren continued. "Now what I want you to do is be able to hold it there for five minutes, regardless of what is happening around you."
"Five minutes?" Clarice voice raised in a whine.
Thump went the apple.
Smack went Darren's hand.
"Five minutes," Darren said and replaced the apple.
Clarice felt the urge to bite her lip, but resisted, knowing it might cause the apple (juicy, tasty, sweet, delicious apple) to fall off again. She focused her eyes on it, focused her being on it, trying to counteract every wobble with a little move of her muzzle. It swayed left and so she tilted right. But then it swayed to the right more, so she had to tilt to the left more, and it wasn't long before...
Thump!
Smack!
By now, there was a warm glow starting to suffuse Clarice's backside. Her short tail was swaying as her body explored the sensations. The initial slap hurt, but the feelings afterwards were much nicer. It helped that Darren wasn't hitting hard. She shifted a little as Darren replaced the apple and that sensation of warmth spread further around her thighs. This time, she continued making adjustments to keep the apple in place, but smaller ones. Even with her increased focus, the apple still fell, her rump got spanked again.
"Better," Darren said, looking at the stopwatch app on his phone. "A minute and a half. You're getting there."
The warmth in Clarice's backside had started to spread a little towards her front and she felt a heat rising within her that had nothing to do with the spanking. She swallowed and tried to ignore it as Darren placed the apple in place again. This time he turned his phone to show her the time as she held it. Her gaze kept flitting from the apple (yummy, crunchy, crisp apple) to the app and then back to stop the apple from wobbling.
30 seconds went by.
1 minute.
1 minute, 30 seconds.
2 minutes.
Clarice's spine stiffened as she felt a hand running over her breast. It took her a full five seconds to process that it was Darren's hand: she had been so focused on the apple and app that she had not paid any attention to where Darren's other hand might have been going. His fingers were teasing over her fur, barely touching. The pad under one finger, rough and broad, slide down along her nipple, and then the finger spun around, the sharp claw tracing back up around it in a sudden motion: he had practiced pleasuring her breasts for many weeks before settling on this method as the way to make her melt inside the most. Clarice shuddered as her nipples stiffened.
Thump!
Smack!
The timer read 2:34.
"Better. You're halfway there," Darren said. The badger carefully set the apple (yummy, yummy, yummy apple) back into place. "Keep going. Focus."
It was hard. Clarice was starting to breathe a bit harder. Her nipples, thanks to Darren's previous teasing, were now stiff, and she felt herself growing wet from the combination of Darren's skilled hands, the warmth radiating from her backside, and the constant reminders of her own nakedness and obedience. Part of her wanted to get up, grab Darren by the tie, and drag him into the bedroom.
The app had barely marked 30 seconds before Darren set the phone down on the chair, propped up so she could still read it. His arms wrapped around her back, each hand going to its own breast, rubbing and teasing her just as they had before. Clarice stifled moans and gritted her teeth, eyes boring holes into the apple just in front of them as she concentrated. Her nipples were already stiff and much more sensitive now. Darren's touch was even harder to ignore.
The badger did the same slow-pawpad-into-quick-claw trick that he knew worked her up so much, but his touch was varied. Here and there he would give a gentle squeeze or tweak her nipple a little or something else entirely. Every time she thought she was ready for his touch, he did something new, and it wasn't long before he surprised her so much that a moan poured out of her throat and the apple went thump.
Smack!
The timer had gone just over three minutes.
Now Clarice was dripping and she could see out of the corner of her eye that Darren was adjusting a prominent and possibly uncomfortable erection under his slacks. The apple went up again, the timer was reset, and one thick badger hand gripped her left breast while the other went to her sex. She felt one wide finger sawing back and forth through her vulva. She was already struggling not to squirm, and the timer had hardly gone to 45 seconds.
Focus, she kept telling herself. Focus on the apple.
A finger flicked along her clit.
Focus, she practically screamed in her head as her hips begged to grind against that dexterous hand.
There's still three minutes left.
Focus!
Those fingers feel so good.
Focus!
I want him in me now.
Focus!
Still a minute left.
Focus!
Going to cum.
No, she thought and clenched her whole body tight to try and hold her climax off. She succeeded, but heard the thump of the apple and a moment later felt the sting of the badger's hand on her rump. Her sex clenched in need as it landed.
She glanced at the phone and groaned as she saw there had only been 37 seconds left. A whine burbled up deep within her.
"Good girl, Clarice," Darren said, petting over her head. "I'm sure you'll get it this time." He leaned in and planted a kiss on the backside of her ear that practically made her melt into a puddle. He made her feel like she could take on the world. An apple, that was nothing.
Darren balanced the apple on her muzzle, restarted the app, and then stood up. Clarice breathed a tiny sigh of relief at the reprieve offered. The seconds ticked by and her ears turned to listen to him open up the closet. She heard the telltale sound of a certain box being opened and a particular item being pulled out of it. He wasn't going to do that, was he? A few seconds later, barely a minute-ten on the clock, he was standing in front of her, plugging in the vibrating wand. A sharp buzzing sound filled the air and her eyes went wide.
She felt the wand pressing up against her nethers at a minute-twenty. Her body wanted nothing more than to clamp her thighs around that magical item and rock her way to a sticky orgasm. But no, she had to focus. The apple was right there. She could do this. The timer was winding its way down.
Darren was sliding the wand up and down, the vibrations first rocking against her clit and then a moment later pressing in against her labia. Clarice found herself biting a lip, her eyes wide as saucers, not even seeing the stopwatch as her attention was fixated fully on the slightest wobble in the apple. Her lower body was quivering, her tailtip flitting from side to side, but she managed to keep her body stable from the shoulders up. The bat did not even dare swallow lest she upset the apple.
Clarice almost stopped breathing when she felt the silken tendrils of the flogger start to tap against her glowing rump. Each tap felt like a dozen tiny electric shocks which zoomed straight into her sex, were strengthened into shocking arcs of raw pleasure by the vibrations, and then went rocketing up her spine.
Focus, she kept chanting to herself. Focus focus focus. Focus on the apple (yummy apple). Focus on the apple (sweet apple). Focus on the (sugar) apple.
The vibrations doubled in intensity as Darren switched the vibrator to its high setting.
Focus focus focus focus apple focus focus sugar focus focus focus (don't forget to breathe) focus focus focus apple apple focus sugar focus warm focus horny focus gonna cum FOCUS focus focus apple focus breathe focus flogger buzz buzz focus buzz buzz focus cumming focus CUMMING focus breathe focus still cumming focus apple focus
The energy animating Clarice drained away. She flopped forward, breathing so hard it sounded like she had just finished a marathon. The apple rolled along the ground, but this time no smack followed it. Clarice creaked open one eye and saw that the stopwatch had reached nearly six minutes.
Two arms wrapped around her, plucked her gingerly from the ground and carried her into the bedroom. She was laid out on a plush comforter and a damp towel was rubbed over her body to help cool her down and clean her off. Darren planted a kiss on her forehead which she was too tired to reciprocate and stepped away. Her ears flitted around as she basked in the afterglow, listening to her boyfriend go back into the living room, hen the kitchen. She heard the water running, then a knife sliding through the apple. Tired as she was, her mouth watered at the thought of (juicy, tasty, sugary) apple.
She smiled up at the badger as he took a seat beside her, feeding her slice after slice of her delicious reward.