The Spanking Bench

S.M. -Wolf

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Rowan, Justin and this story are copyrighted 2016 by S.M. Wolf. the story may not be reproduced in part or in whole without prior, written permission of the author. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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R** ated Extreme for severe punishment/torture and some blood.**

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“Come in," the Head Master of The Male Vulpine Slave Correctional and Finishing School called out in response to the knock on his door.

A young male fox entered.

“What can I do for you today, Mister Rowan?" the Head Master asked a bit crossly. “I do not have time for trivial matters."

Rowan bowed his head, as befit an anthro slave in the presence of a human Master.

“I want you to punish me severely, Sir," he said.

The human harrumphed and growled, “What did you do now?"

“Nothing, Sir," Rowan replied.

The Head Master sat back in his chair and asked, “If you have done nothing wrong, why should I punish you? More to the point, why should you want me to punish you?"

In a low voice, Rowan said, “I have a deal on with Justin, Sir. If I can take your punishment without breaking, I get to be the alpha until I am sent away in six months.

“He's getting too close to overthrowing me, Sir. I need to do something now, or I am going to lose my alpha status."

The Head Master snorted.

“As if I care about your little games and petty power plays," he replied curtly.

“Please, Sir! I need your help!" Rowan implored the human male. “I'll do anything that you want, let you use me as you will! Willingly!"

“I can do that any time I want, Mister Rowan," the Head Master pointed out. “And I often enjoy it more when you are not willing."

The human leaned forward and asked pointedly, “What is in it for me?"

“Fear, Sir," Rowan replied promptly.

“Fear?" the Head master asked in some surprise.

“Yes, Sir. Fear.

“The others are going to gather outside the windows to watch and listen. They'll see what you do to me. It will keep them in line, because they will think you would do it to them as well," Rowan said.

“What makes you think I would not do exactly that, Mister Rowan?" The human asked.

Rowan made no response. He and the other foxes knew full well that the Head Master would do such a thing. It was part of what made Rowan's gambit to retain power effective.

The Head Master contemplated the fox standing before him submissively. He was the biggest problem in the entire school. He had been severely punished many times, often publicly, yet he continued to make mischief and worse. He likely deserved another punishment.

He was also arguably the best-looking dog fox on campus and a well-known tail lifter.

“If I say yes," the Head Master said in a slow drawl, “it is going to be extreme corporal and sexual punishment. Is that clear?"

Rowan nodded his head once.

“Yes, Sir," he replied very nervously. “I would expect nothing less."

The Head Master thought for several moments before he reached into a bottom drawer and pulled out a black gag. He stood and went to Rowan.

“Open your mouth," the Head Master ordered the fox.

Rowan complied. The gag slipped into his mouth. It was a heavy, hard, India rubber gag that filled his mouth. There were grooves in the top and bottom. His sharp teeth went in them, and he was able to close his mouth and hide the gag. There was also a hole down the middle to allow him some ability to breath.

The Head Master walked to the windows and pulled back the sheers that blocked the view. He ignored the flashes of rusty red pelts as he opened the windows a couple of inches.

“Mr. Rowan, I cannot emphasize enough how much your behavior is unacceptable," he said as he returned to his desk. “The reports from the prefects and others make it clear that you deserve, yet again, a punishment.

“You have been punished repeatedly, yet I stills see you in my office on a regular basis. Prior punishments have obviously been ineffective because they have not been sufficiently stringent. It is also clear that the most severe of punishments is required this time.

“And I do not wish to hear your falsehoods as you attempt to lie your way out of this! You will remain silent until I tell you that you may speak again. Additional punishments will be added if you speak before I allow it.

“Now disrobe. Fold your clothes and place them on the chair beside the door."

Rowan did as ordered. Despite his bravado, he trembled a bit. He had no illusions about what was going to happen. This was going to be bad, very bad. However, if he wanted to be the alpha and dominate the other fox slaves at the school, this was the only way he had left.

Once he was naked, Rowan returned and stood before the Head Master's desk.

Without looking up from his paperwork, the Head Master ordered Rowan, “Turn around. Spread your legs wide. Bend forward. Tail and head up."

Rowan did as ordered. Outside the windows, he saw a half dozen foxes looking in to see what was happening to him. He glared at Justin defiantly. Justin just sniffed and yawned, clearly unimpressed so far.

Rowan did not care that there were foxes outside. It was common for the foxes to be punished in groups or while others, who were not being punished, watched. Their human masters considered it “informative" for the slaves to see one another scream as they were whipped, raped or otherwise punished.

The dog fox's eyes dropped from the window to the center of the room. There was his real concern, the spanking bench.

The bench was about seven feet long and a foot and a half wide. The lightly padded top was covered in black leather. There were leather cuffs at both ends and two straps near the center. Between the straps was an oval hole. The bench was high enough to provide easy access to a fox's body as he lay on it.

Rowan glanced to his left. There was an impressive collection of punishment implements hanging openly on the wall where a fox on the bench would be sure to see them. The Head Master liked to show off what he would use on the poor fox that had raised his ire. Rowan had seen them many times, usually shortly before they were used on his backside.

Nearby was a cabinet. The things in there were not as openly displayed or discussed, but Roan and the other foxes knew about them. All the humans at the School enjoyed the sexual pleasures associated with having a de facto harem of eighteen- to twenty-two-year-old fox slaves. Most had a considerable collection of “toys" and other things to use on the young dog foxes. Rowan was sure that he would be on the receiving end of several of the worst things in the cabinet as well as the Head Master's shaft today.

Rowan waited for fifteen minutes while the Head Master continued his work. Outside the windows, more foxes gathered to watch Rowan's punishment. If he was able to survive this afternoon's torture, he was certain to be able to hold onto his alpha status. He just hoped that he would survive somehow.

Any second thoughts he was having came far too late for Rowan. The Head Master stood up and gave Rowan a hard swat on his ass. He grinned as Rowan jumped.

“Oh, that is nothing compared to what you are going to get, Mister Rowan," he told the younger slave. “Feel free to consider it a nice little 'love tap' to begin the afternoon.

“Now get on the spanking bench. I know that you know the proper position."

Rowan did indeed know what to do. He lay face down on the bench with his feet hanging over one end. He made a small adjustment to place his sheath over the hole and extended his arms over his head.

The Head Master secured the cuffs bolted to the foot of the bench around his ankles. They held his legs slightly apart. Cuffs went on his wrists. The Head Master used a small winch under the bench to draw the cables connected to them taut. One of the straps connected to the sides of the bench went around his waist, and the other went across the back of his thighs. They were tightened enough to make sure that he could not rise up but could still move a bit. The humans took sadistic pleasure in watching the fox slaves writhe in pain during their punishments.

A band of leather went around Rowan's tail near the tip. A cord in the ceiling was clipped to a ring in the band, and his tail was secured sticking straight up. It would be of no worth to protect him now.

“I think that, since you are nearly old enough to be sold, we will begin with a little fun with your balls, Mister Rowan," the Head Master said. “A little cock-and-ball torture to remind you of your proper place in life and give you a hint of what your lot in life will be."

Rowan glanced at him quizzically for a moment and then realized he was speaking for the foxes outside the windows. He was not sure if he was glad for the Head master's tacit assistance or scared because he might do so much more than normal to “help" Rowan demonstrate his ability to take a severe punishment.

The Head master went to the cabinet and brought out a leather cone with three chains hanging from it. He also picked up several large lead weights. Rowan's groan was muffled by the gag. He hated this punishment, and it was the first thing that he was getting. Still, he had asked for a severe punishment today. He had only himself to blame, but he still hated the human male.

The Head Master reached under Rowan. The dog fox felt the human grab his tentacles and pull down hard enough to hurt. The parachute went around the base of his scrotum and was snapped shut. The hole at the top was almost painfully small.

Rowan gritted his teeth as the Head Master added two pounds of weight to the parachute, one ounce at a time. He could feel his balls being stretched further and further down as the weight pulled them down past the bottom of the bench. He managed to grin briefly through the discomfort when he heard one of the younger males gasp. Apparently, he had made the desired impression on at least one of the other slaves. It was the only comfort he had at the moment.

The Head Master went to the wall and selected a thin, supple cane, one that would wrap around the curve of a fox's ass and inflict considerable pain.

“Three dozen should be a good start to your punishment today, Mister Rowan. I will not require you to count them today. I expect you to have other things on your mind," the Head Master said matter-of-factly.

Rowan's eyes went a bit wide. Three dozen strokes with a cane was a strong punishment, and it was only to be his first of several! Once again, he had some second thoughts. A small laugh, quickly stifled, from beyond the windows firmed his resolve. Justin had seen his expression and discerned Rowan's thoughts. Rowan balled his paws into fists and lay his head down on the bench, muzzle pointed to the wall and waited for his punishment to begin.

The Head Master raised the cane high. There was a long whoosh at it cut through the air followed by a loud, sharp crack as it struck Rowan just below his shoulder blades. He winced from the pain and waited for the next stroke.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks before the Head Master had delivered even a dozen strokes. Each left behind a line of pain and fire. He worked his way slowly, methodically from Rowan's shoulders to his knees. The strokes to his butt and thighs were the worst. They caused the weights dangling beneath him to dance. Not only was his backside hurting, his balls were simultaneously being painfully jerked around.

The Head Master hung the cane back on its hook. Its work was done for now. Rowan was breathing hard, and he hurt immensely. Many foxes would have passed out or begged for mercy by now, but Rowan, with the help of the gag in his muzzle, had not even cried out. His sensitive ears could pick up whispers of awe at his fortitude.

The Head Master ran his hands over Rowan's backside. The fox jumped as he touched the growing welts on his back and butt.

“Good. No blood," The Head Master commented just loud enough to carry to the nearby hidden foxes outside the window.

“Yet," has added forcefully.

The implication was clear. Rowan was likely going to bleed today. It would not be the first time, but it was never good. He closed his eyes while clenching and unclenching his fists in pain and some fear.

“Not a bad start to the afternoon, Mister Rowan," the Head Master said. “I am looking forward to the balance of our time together this afternoon.

“For now, though, I think I will take a different tack with your punishment."

The Head Master went back to the cabinet. He pulled out a very large butt plug. Rowan shivered at the sight of the monster. It had to be almost four inches across. He might like receiving anal sex and even being tied, but this was half again larger than the knots of any of the other dog foxes.

The Head Master spread Rowan's ass cheeks. He applied a single, small dab of lubricant to the center of Rowan's exposed anal rose. Rowan felt the hard tip of the plastic plug pressed against his tail hole. The Head Master pressed harder and harder until the tip made its way past his anus and into Rowan's rectum.

The plug spread Rowan's ass hole farther and farther open. He arched his back in pure agony. It felt like his body would be split in two, yet more and more of the intruder was forced into his bottom. He was on the verge of passing out when there was a pop, and the plug was secure in his ass. The fox could feel the handle pushing hard against his ass cheeks as his body tried to pull it into him. There was a corresponding pressure against the interior of his anus that was rather unpleasant

Rowan collapsed back onto the bench. He was panting uncontrollably, and there was still incredible pain, but he had survived. Outside the windows, he could hear the excited whispering of the other slaves. They could not believe that he had not even whimpered in pain. Somehow, around the pain racking his bottom, he smiled.

The Head Master left Rowan lying on the bench and returned to his desk. He started doing paperwork again, seemingly oblivious to the fox and his predicament.

“Rowan, how are you?" a harsh whisper asked.

Rowan glared at the eighteen-old-fox who had spoken. The younger dog gulped and dropped out of sight. There were plenty of other whispered conversations in the flowerbed outside the window. Rowan was sure that the Head Master had heard, but the human did nothing. He seemed to be holding up his end of this deal at least.

A half our later the Head Master stood. He walked over to Rowan and looked down at the supine fox. He reached down and rotated the T-base of the butt plug a quarter turn so that the handle fell between the fox's ass cheeks rather than lying across them. It let the two-plus-inch shaft of the handle slide further into the fox's behind, a fact that Rowan did not appreciate as it made his rectum feel even fuller. He could just imagine what it was going to be like to get this monster out. It was not something that he was looking forward to happening.

“The crop, I think, Mister Rowan, will be next," the Head Master said.

The Head Master took down a leather riding crop from the wall. It was two-feet-long and ended in a loop of leather. Both the leather loop and the shaft could be used with considerable effect, and the Head Master was well known for his mastery of inflicting immense pain to the helpless foxes with the crop.

Rowan laid his ears back as he watched the Head Master approach him again. He did not strike Rowan's exposed back, but instead walked to the foot of the bench. Rowan turned his head as best he could, but he could barely see what was happening.

He soon felt it, though. The Head Master began to strike the soles of Rowan's feet with the leather tip of the crop. The initial strikes against his footpads only stung, but the Head Master kept striking repeatedly. He would move from foot to foot. When he returned to the other foot, the blows hurt twice as bad as before, and there was no seeming end to this torture. He moved the crop over the entirety of Rowan's footpads in a slow, methodical manner.

The bastinado continued for quite some time. The Head Master enjoyed watching Rowan's head rise and fall in the pain that he was experiencing. His toes were curled in pain, and his feet jumped with every stroke. Still, the blows continued uninterrupted as those outside the windows watched him writhe in pain.

When the blows finally ceased, Rowan collapsed onto the bench. He was glad for the padding, even as scant as it was. It was about the only comfort available to him at the moment. His feet felt like someone had pressed them into red-hot coals. He was surprised that he could not smell his own blood seeping from a million little cuts on his soles.

Rowan was again left to recover. He kept curling and uncurling his toes in a desperate attempt to lessen the agony in his feet. After a half hour, it had subsided some to more of a strong aching, but it was far from gone.

The Head Master finished more paperwork and turned his attention back to Rowan. He ran his hands over Rowan's ass, groping and pinching as he went. Suddenly, he slapped Rowan hard on the buttocks. The blow caused Rowan to jump. The Head Master just laughed.

Rowan was alternately groped and spanked for several minutes. The twin sensations of pleasure and pain worked on his body. He felt his shaft sliding from its sheath. Desperately, he hoped that the Head Master did not see his pink erection hanging beneath the spanking bench,

His hopes were soon dashed when the Head Master reached beneath the bench and grabbed Rowan's cock.

“My, Mister Rowan, you certainly seem to be enjoying your punishment. What a naughty little boy fox you are!" the Head Master said as he began to stroke the dog fox's dick.

Once Rowan's penis was fully erect and his knot had reached its full diameter, the Head Master went to the cabinet and brought back a small leather band with several snaps along its length. He wrapped the cock ring around Rowan's shaft just behind his knot and secured it tightly, trapping the blood in his shaft. It was not going back into its sheath now.

The Head Master stroked Rowan's shaft while spanking his ass. The jerks of the weights on his balls were not helping either. He winced in a mixture of sexual frustration and pain. He had nowhere to go and could only endure his self-inflicted punishment session.

The spanking went on for at least five minutes. His ass was glowing red when the Head Master stopped.

“Now let's see what happens when I do this," he said.

The Head Master reached between Rowan's ass cheeks and grabbed the handle of the butt plug. He pulled it back enough to firmly press the bulb inside the dog fox against the interior of the fox's anus. Rowan whimpered a bit behind his gag. Extracting this butt plug was going to hurt.

Instead of pulling the plug, the Head Master began to rotate it in Rowan's rectum. He could feel it rubbing against every bit of his interior, but the strongest sensation was on the backside of his tail hole where it pressed hard against his anus. All the while, his shaft was being stroked harder and faster by the human. He screamed from the intense pleasure, but the gag reduced his cries to barely audible yelps.

The Head Master suddenly stopped stroking Rowan's erection. His left hand moved to the fox's ass and spread his butt cheeks. The pressed the fox down onto the bench hard as he began to pull the butt plug from his bottom. Rowan arched his backs, lowered his ears and gritted his teeth in pure misery. It felt like the human was ripping his innards out of his back door.

Somehow, Rowan survived. There was a sudden pop, and the pressure and pain decreased rapidly. Rowan slumped on the bench, breathing hard.

“That was easier than I anticipated,' The Head Master said in a disappointed tone. “You must be getting more 'back door' action than I thought. We will have to be sure to keep an eye open for your little sexual antics and punish you and your partners appropriately."

Through his pain, Rowan could hear some of the excited whispering outside the windows. Sex was one of the few pleasures that the slaves had. It seemed to be in jeopardy now.

Rowan did not care. He had his own problems in the form of a wide-open tail hole and a painful hard-on that was not going away any time soon.

The Head Master went to his desk and picked up the carafe of ice water that was standing there. Two halves of a lemon had been added to provide some flavor. The Head Master fished out one lemon half and held it over Rowan's open anus.

“We cannot have such a lewd display by one of our young men, Mister Rowan," he said severely just before he squeezed the lemon.

The acidic lemon juice sprayed all over Rowan's ass. It found several small cuts and inflamed them. That pain was nothing compared to the lemon juice striking his distended anus and rectum. Rowan pounded his head against the bench in a desperate bid to alleviate the fire in his ass.

"Too much?" The Head Master asked with fake concern. The truth was that the watching foxes could see his large bulge and knew that he was enjoying torturing Rowan.

The fire was suddenly replaced with cold as the Head Master dropped small chunks of ice onto his butt and even through his still open ass hole. He could feel his anus reflexively closing quickly to try to protect his interior from the icy assault. It was only partially successful. He still had several pieces of ice melting in his rectum before his anus was too closed to allow more in. The cold seemed to seep through his entire belly.

The Head Master took the second half of the lemon and rubbed it up and down the crack of his ass. Each time it ran over his poor little anal pucker, the fox would jump in pain from both the pressure and the lemon juice. By the time that he was done, the Head Master had coated Rowan's crack thoroughly with the lemon juice. The acidic sting was a constant reminder of both the pain that he had suffered and what was to come.

The Head Master returned to his desk, and Rowan was left lying in the bench. Every so often, his body would jerk from the pain coursing though his body. His cheeks were covered with moisture from his tears, and his jaw and lips were covered in a white now. Still, those waiting outside had not seen or heard him break or cry out. After a glance at the Head Master to ensure that he was looking at papers again, Rowan turned his head and defiantly stared out the windows at Justin. The slightly younger dog fox had a look of horror on his face. Rowan's ears perked up, and he grinned almost maliciously at his rival, daring him to come inside and take a similar punishment to prove his superiority.

Rowan was given a half-hour to rest before his next ordeal. All the time he glared at Justin and any other fox that dared to show his muzzle at the windows. Only when he heard a rustle of folders being closed and put away did Rowan turn his head back around and adopt a suitable submissive attitude.

“What shall we do next? What shall we do…?" the Head Master said to himself as he contemplated the rack of paddles, crops and whips. He suddenly smiled and removed a tawse from the wall.

Rowan groaned. Like the other foxes, he hated the tawse. The pair of foot-long heavy leather tails would leave a half-inch wide line of pain with every hard stroke. Given his request, he was likely going to have welts and probably blood left behind by this instrument of corporal correction.

The Head Master stood near Rowan's waist and raised the tawse. Rowan tensed his body in anticipation. The tawse descended and landed on his ass with a very loud crack. The fox's body jumped in pain. He could feel his skin start to rise as a pair of welts formed beneath the white ass fur of his pelt.

Rowan received two dozen strokes with the tawse. Each landed hard on his buttocks and flanks. The pain was so great that he slipped in and out of consciousness. It was by far the worst punishment he had ever had to endure. Only by clamping down hard on the gag could he reduce his screams to muffled cries of anguish.

After the first few strokes, Rowan became aware of the small of blood. In his pain, it took him several seconds to realize it was his. The tawse had not only opened cuts in his hide but busted open the welts from the earlier caning.

The half-conscious fox was left lying on the bench while the Head Master washed up. He returned and undid the fox's bonds. He also surreptitiously removed the dog fox's gag. Rowan had almost bitten through the thick rubber in the excess of his agony.

“Stand up," the Head Master ordered Rowan.

With great difficulty, Rowan made it to his feet. He had to be careful not to catch the weights attached to the parachute on the bench and castrate himself. He somehow managed to get onto his feet and stood standing unsteadily.

The Head Master pointed to a spot in front of his desk and commanded Rowan, “Get back into position. It is an hour until dinner. You will remain here for a half hour before being allowed to shower and prepare for supper."

Rowan resumed his position, bent over with legs spread wide and tail raised. He had trouble raising his head, but the sight of Justin standing in full sight and staring at him in absolute horror as he realized that Rowan had won was a priceless sight to behold.

“Mister Justin, come to my office immediately," the Head Master said.

Justin's look of horror only grew worse as he realized that he had been caught spying on the Head Master. Through his pain, Rowan smiled. His tongue slid out of his muzzle, and he panted lightly in contentment at the thought that Justin would soon be punished.

A few minutes later, a naked Justin was bound face down on the spanking bench. He was begging the Head Master pitifully not to hurt him. Rowan looked past Justin and saw his rival's supporters' looks of disgust at the callow actions of the wannabe alpha. He had clearly lost all of his support.

The Head Master delivered four dozen strokes of the cane to Justin's ass. The fox's screams were pure music to Rowan's ears. Through his continuing pain, he grinned broader with each yelp of pain.

Rowan knew that he had won. It might only be for six months, but he was going to be alpha of this hellhole until he was sold.

When he was done with Justin, the Head Master released him.

“The two of you may now shower. Leave your clothes here. You can pick them up later. I will expect both of you here after dinner. Be prepared to spend the night," the Head Master informed the pair of foxes.

Justin whimpered. There was no doubt that they would be serving the Head Master's perverted sexual fetishes tonight. Rowan was not pleased either, but he hid his emotions from the still watching slaves on the other side of the window.

“Mister Rowan, you may remove your cock ring in the showers. Be sure to return it to me tonight as I may desire it for use on Mister Justin," the Head Master added before he sent to foxes scurrying off to the communal showers.

Most of the slaves not assigned to other things were waiting for the pair when they arrived in the showers. Justin curled up in a corner, but Rowan proudly showed off his welts and other wounds. The blood had turned his white ass fur a dark shade of rust that almost matched his red pelt. There was an excited buzz as he demonstrated his dominance in the hierarchy of the slaves.

The gathered foxes quieted when Rowan moved to stand over Justin.

“Up on your knees!' he ordered his former rival.

Justin did nothing, so Rowan kicked him in the ass. There was a loud yelp as Rowan's toes struck already abused flesh.

“I said, 'Up on your knees!'. Sweet Cheeks!" Rowan yelled at the other dog fox.

Very slowly and reluctantly, Justin did as ordered. His tail and ears drooped. He knew that he had lost and was afraid of the consequences.

Rowan pressed the tip of his still very hard cock against Justin's muzzle.

“Open up," he growled.

Justin whimpered but did as commanded.

“Now suck me off good, and when I cum be sure to drink down every drop!" Rowan said. He laughed and added, “Better get used to this, Pretty Boy. When you are not on all fours with you tail up so that I can butt fuck you, you are going to be on your knees sucking me from now on. Same with anyone else I give you to."

Justin closed his eyes. Tears dribbled over his cheeks as he sucked on Rowan's erection while the other foxes watched his submission. He had lost all status with his failed ploy and was a broken fox.

When Rowan was ready, he unsnapped the leather band about his shaft. He gasped and bent double at the twin rush of blood and sperm in his cock. He rammed his hips forward and dumped what had to be his largest load ever down Justin's throat. He grabbed the back of Justin's head and forced him muzzle all the way onto his shaft, only stopping once his knot was pressed hard against the subservient fox's palate. Justin choked and tried to pull off Rowan's dick, but the alpha fox kept his cock buried in his mouth and throat until every last drop of cum was out of his balls.

Rowan was breathing hard from his punishment and his orgasm. He looked down at Justin and said, “Get washed up. I'm sure we are both going to get plenty of sex tonight, whether we want it or not."

Rowan smiled and added, “I'm really looking forward to tying to your ass hole. If we had the time, I'd do it right now and let everyone watch as I step over and butt fuck my new bitch."

Rowan reached down and cupped Justin's jaw in his paw. He lifted the fox's head so that he had to look at his new Master among the slaves.

“We'll just have to do it as a show for the Head Master tonight, but tomorrow night, I am going to show everyone just how owned you are by me!" he told the beaten fox.

Rowan laughed at Justin's piteous whimper. He let go of the fox and hobbled to the showers. The hot water helped to ease the immense pain from his shoulders to knees. He kept an eye on Justin, openly ogling his new acquisition's tight ass. Rowan grinned in anticipation. The Head Master was a kinky bastard who enjoyed his voyeuristic side. The alpha dog fox was sure that he would have plenty of opportunities to break in Justin tonight and get some serious pleasure in his tail hole as well.

Despite the pain in his body, Rowan smiled and hummed to himself as he cleaned up. It promised to be an interesting night with his new dog bitch.