Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 4

Miss Autumn

(Second Act)

S.M. Wolf

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Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Disciplinarian and this story are copyrighted 2016 by S.M. Wolf. This 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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Mister Walter and I arrived in the main room at 6:43 AM. I think that the other foxes were surprised to see Mister Walter not only walking but also smiling and apparently happy.

At least the three foxes that were there. Miss Autumn was notable for her absence. Still, I had only told them that they had to be ready when the bell for breakfast assembly sounded, and she had two minutes left.

The other foxes lined up expectantly. I noted that they kept looking back towards their rooms. They obviously expected Miss Autumn to arrive at any second, yet she was still not there.

As the bell sounded, Miss Autumn sprinted into the room. Her clothes were in total disarray, and it appeared that she had not taken the time to brush and comb her hair or pelt.

I raised my left eyebrow disapprovingly and asked, "Miss Autumn, do you consider your appearance acceptable?"

"The alarm clock didn't go off!" she cried.

"Did I ask for an explanation, Miss Autumn?" I asked severely.

She closed her eyes, and her entire body drooped.

"No, Sir," she said in a soft voice.

"Miss Autumn, take off your clothes," I told her.

She cringed as she realized that she was about to be punished, but she started to remove her uniform. I suspected that she thought I would shame her by forcing her to attend classes naked today as well as whatever else I had planned.

Instead, I turned to Miss Airenwyn and Miss Eira and ordered them, "Get your brushes and combs. Pick up Miss Autumn's as well.

"Move!"

The two vixens ran back to their rooms.

"Miss Autumn, spread your legs, bend over, and raise your tail," I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied sullenly as she complied.

I noticed that her head was down and added, "Head up!"

Miss Autumn did as instructed. It left her staring at the two dogs. I glanced at their crotches. There were significant bulges in their pants. I hid my grin by turning to take down the cane hanging beside the door.

Miss Airenwyn and Miss Eira returned. They came face-to-face with Miss Autumn's bare buttocks. They paused.

"Stay there," I told them as I raised the cane. I delivered five quick strokes. Each elicited a small yelp from Miss Autumn. I saw moisture in her eyes when I was done.

"Miss Autumn, stand up," I told my wayward vixen as I marshaled my foxes to action. "Miss Eira, hand Miss Autumn her brush and comb, and then start to work on her pelt. Miss Airenwyn, you are to work on her tail. Miss Autumn, you have your hair.

"You have five minutes to do as much as you can,"

The two vixens tore into Miss Autumn's fur vigorously. They quickly undid the mats and tangles and smoothed it as best they could. Miss Autumn was able to comb and brush her hair into some semblance of order.

I gave them seven minutes before calling an end.

"Miss Autumn, get your clothes on," I told her. "Do not give me cause to cane you again tonight."

As I inspected the other foxes and made small adjustments to their clothes, Miss Autumn dressed rapidly. By the time I reached her at the end of the line, she was completely dressed. I made a few small adjustments, but I had to admit that she was dressed properly.

"Miss Autumn, I expect you to be properly groomed and dressed every morning. Is that clear?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied promptly.

I glanced at the others and added, "The same goes for you. Do not disappoint me, or you will be bending over to receive the cane on your bare ass!"

We had less than five minutes to get to the Dining Hall.

"Mister Walter, walk, do not run, but be quick," I told my lead fox as I stepped behind Miss Autumn.

We managed to sit down just as the seven o'clock bell sounded. I was not surprised that we were not the last teachers' group to arrive, but I wanted to set an expectation for promptness with my students. The foxes from the general dormitory entered and sat after the bell sounded.

Fifteen minutes later, a late group of students from the general dormitory arrived. I was surprised to see them shepherded in by the Disciplinarian. She was scowling at the dozen students that preceded her. From the looks of it, the foxes would have a busy afternoon in the Punishment Hall.

We ate breakfast. I would not say that Miss Autumn was sullen, but she was quiet. After breakfast, we went on our way to classes.

It was largely boring in class that day. I did not even have one dog or vixen give me sufficient reason to call them to the front of the class for discipline. Having the reputation of a strict master had its drawbacks. Still, I expected things to change with time. Vulpine students always seemed to find some way to give us cause to punish them.

At lunch, Miss Autumn was again silent. I looked at her and asked, "Miss Autumn, are you okay?"

Miss Autumn jumped when I addressed her. She turned her head to me and said, "Yes, Sir! Why would you think otherwise?"

"You are very quiet today," I replied.

She smiled and pretended to perk up.

"I was just thinking, Sir!"

"Have you been punished for slovenliness, Miss Autumn?" I asked pointedly.

Her eyes went wide and she blurted out, "No, Sir!"

I let it go for now.

I was surprised when Miss Shirley stopped by my classroom before my last class. I smiled and looked at her speculatively.

"I have another note form the Disciplinarian, Sir," she told me as she handed it to me.

In a whisper so that the assembling students could not hear, she added, "Sorry, Sir, but you don't get me today. I think I would have enjoyed another round of 'punishments' with you."

"A pity," I whispered back as I took the note and opened it.

It seems that several of our dogs and vixens decided to have an unauthorized orgy last night. The Prefects caught them, and they are now my responsibility for several special punishments.

Want to help out again?

I raised my eyebrow. It was certainly an honor and a privilege to help the Disciplinarian. It was also one hell of a way to have public fun with foxes!

"Please tell the Disciplinarian that I will be happy to assist her again," I told Miss Shirley before sending her off. I watched her the whole time that she walked down the aisle between desks. I was certain that she was swishing her tail back and forth provocatively just for me. That did not stop most of the dogs and several vixens from watching her as well.

The last class passed slowly. I think that I was able to do a credible job with my instruction. Still, it was easy to tell that I was distracted by the prospects of fun in the Punishment Hall. From the way that the students acted, I gathered that they had some idea what had happened and what my role would be. They were certainly careful to be attentive and punctual with their answers, even if my thoughts were elsewhere.

After class, I cleaned up and secured my classroom. After dropping things off in my office, I walked quickly to the Punishment Hall.

The Disciplinarian was waiting for me there.

"Back so soon?" she asked with a laugh. "And so eager, too!"

I chuckled.

"Your invitation was hard to resist," I told her. "Your messenger was also most appreciated."

I cocked my head and turned serious.

"But why me?" I asked. "I am new here, and as much as I like you already, we barely know each other."

She did not play coy with me.

"Because you know your stuff and because I think I like you already," she said. "Also, I'm pissed at all the old staff right now. It is pretty much you or no one."

I liked her frankness.

"Okay, so what do we do?" I asked.

"We have six dogs and six vixens. Each gets twelve strokes with a tawse. No blood, but make it good and hard," she said. "It needs to hurt."

I nodded.

"Next, each gets some toys. Butt plugs and phallic gags for all of them, plus fox dildos for the vixens and CBT cages for the dogs.

"Finally, we march them to the Dining Hall and put them in strict bondage before suspending them from the ceiling. They get to spend dinner and the night there as an example to the others."

"That seems rather severe," I commented.

"Pretty severe," the Disciplinarian admitted, "but they are all upper classmen and knew better."

She leaned in and confided to me, "I'll be staying with them overnight to make things do not get too out of control."

The Disciplinarian smiled and added, "My girls are going to be there too. Should be a lot of fun for them!"

"Ooooh?" I said with a grin.

All I got back was a chuckle.

We laid out everything we needed and waited. All other punishments had been delayed a day, so there was no need to hurry. We agreed to give me the vixens while she took the dogs. We also agreed that some fun with large vibrators would be part of the punishments

It was obvious that word of the impending punishments got out. "Every teacher and staff member arrived early to watch the spectacle.

The dozen foxes filed in. They were escorted by staff members to ensure their attendance. They looked at everything that was laid out for them. Some cried. Others seemed to take it in stride, as if it was just part of the price for having their fun. One or two actually smiled a bit. I had to wonder about them, but then one could consider what was to happen a form of sexual play, if one liked it rough.

The twelve punishees removed their clothes, folded them deftly and set them aside. They stood waiting, some nervously, some expectantly and some indifferently. I did catch them looking at me speculatively. I was largely an unknown entity to them. There was no telling what I might do.

As the bell chimed four o'clock, the Disciplinarian called out in a stentorian voice, "Mister Oliver, Position One! Mister Jack, Position Two! Miss Amelia, Position Three! Miss Emily, Position Four!"

My two vixens were, to put it mildly, very well endowed. Both had at least D cup breasts. Their asses were wide and well padded. Their bodies were well toned as well without being overly muscular. They both appeared to be in their early twenties and well capable of taking some serious punishment as befitted an adult.

I bent my two punishees over the spanking horses. The Disciplinarian's students secured their wrists and ankles using the straps. I wrapped the wide strap around their waists and secured their tails to the smaller cuff on the back of it. Both wriggled a bit to settle into position and then quieted. They obviously had been here before and knew what to expect to some extent. I could still smell their fear despite their false bravado. Both kept looking at the tawses and toys sitting on the tables near their heads.

I glanced at the Disciplinarian. She needed to me to begin.

"Miss Amelia, call for your first stroke," I told the bound vixen severely as I picked up the tawse. It was nearly identical to the one that I had used on Miss Shirley earlier.

"May I have my first stroke, Sir?" Miss Amelia replied promptly. She obviously knew that I was not going to take kindly to her trying to delay her punishment.

I raised the tawse and brought it down sharply on the center of her ass. It made a rather loud crack as it struck her bottom. A moment later, she screamed even louder.

I glanced at the Disciplinarian. She was yet to begin disciplining her pair of dogs. Instead, she was watching me with a smile on her face. Since we had plenty of time today, I opted to let Miss Amelia stew for a bit as the pain in her ass rose and crested.

"Miss Emily, call for your first stroke!"

I think that I caught the vixen by surprise. She had been watching Miss Amelia writhe in her bonds. It took her a moment to react.

"May- May I have my first stroke, Sir?" she asked somewhat tentatively. Apparently, she was not looking forward to a tawsing at my paws.

Miss Emily shrieked rather nicely when I delivered my blow to the center of her behind. Even Miss Amelia took note of her companion's pain.

"Miss Amelia, your turn," I said.

"May I have my second stroke, Sir?" she asked less enthusiastically.

I alternated giving out hard strokes between my two vixens until each received their dozen. I was firm but not harsh. Still, both were crying, and their asses were hot to the touch.

I picked up the first vibrator. We had selected a simple straight vibrator without any ridges or other adornments, but they were of the large variety. Each blue medium-hard silicone shaft was eight-inches long and one-and-three-quarters-inches across at the widest point. They would be a challenge for many wolfesses, let alone the much smaller vixens to take.

I turned the vibrator on to high. The sound was loud enough to reach the farthest corners of the Punishment Hall. There were quite a few laughs at the expressions of fear and trepidation on my vixens' muzzles.

"Since I started with Miss Amelia with the tawse, I will start with Miss Emily for the vibrator," I told the vixens and watching wolves.

I used no lubricant. This was a punishment, after all. I pressed the tapered tip against Miss Emily's vaginal lips. As I held the vibrator in place, I turned it on medium.

"Oh!" Miss Emily exclaimed loudly as her body jerked in reaction to the feelings coming from her nether lips. There was a chorus of laughs at her reaction. Realizing that so many were watching her, she blushed crimson.

I pressed the vibrator harder against her lips. I forced them open and started to penetrate her pussy. I met considerable resistance, but I was rather relentless. It must have hurt, because she was soon screaming. That did not stop me. I forced it into her all the way to the flared base. I turned up the vibrator to high. I could clearly hear its muffled sound through Miss Emily's flesh. I watched for just a second as she squirmed as much as possible while tied firmly to the spanking horse. She kept clenching and unclenching her paws while curling her toes as everyone watched her ordeal.

I pulled the vibrator most of the way out before ramming it home repeatedly. I rode her hard with the vibrator, like a demanding wolf mounting her roughly from behind. The sounds of my thrusts started to mix with squishy noises as her nectar began to flow. I was surprised at how wet she got.

With a few hard, fast thrusts, I forced Miss Emily to a loud climax. Her screams of an unwilling sexual orgasm echoed off the walls. They were joined by almost cheers from the watchers as I publicly sexually humiliated her.

I pulled out the vibrator and set it on the table. It was dripping with Miss Emily's juices. More of her nectar dribbled from her now wide-open slit and fell to the floor. It made for a lewd display for the others and me watching Miss Emily.

Without preamble, I grabbed the second vibrator and proceeded to force Miss Amelia to an even louder climax. It was hard to tell when I was done which vixen was more embarrassed. The audience roared their approval of both.

I next selected two of the large butt plugs. I held one up to Miss Amelia's lips.

"Hold this, Miss Amelia," I told her.

Obediently, she opened her muzzle. I inserted the plug, and her mouth closed about it.

I coated the other plug with the anal lubricant we had selected. I spread her ass cheeks with my left paw. Her pink anal rose was exposed. It jumped a bit as it felt cool air brush against it.

I forced the butt plug into Miss Emily's tail hole. As much screaming as she had done with the vibrator, she surpassed herself with the butt plug. Perhaps the small amount of pepper extract in the lubricant contributed to that.

Miss Amelia also made very beautiful cries as she received her butt plug. I noted that her ass hole was not nearly as tight as Miss Emily's and wondered who was bonking her in the bottom. Perhaps I would find out for some extracurricular fun in the future.

The dildos were next. Each was modeled after a fox penis, but they were oversized, even by Mister Bartholomew's generous standard. Each was eight inches long and a full two-inches across. The knot on each was three-and-a-half-inches across at the widest point. They were not going to feel good going in or coming out! A full night with them inside a vixen would no doubt be highly unpleasant as well.

We had also selected a special lubricant. It was petroleum based to be long lasting, but it was also laced with a compound that would combine with the vixen's natural fluids and cause considerable sexual irritation. To make matters worse, the more aroused she became the more stimulated the vixen's cunt would become. I made sure to coat the dildos very liberally.

I started with Miss Amelia this time. She screamed in a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure as I worked the dildo all the way into her cunt. I held it upright, as if a dog was mounting her from above and behind. It took some effort to get the knot into her, but I eventually succeeded. Once it was completely in her vagina, I grabbed the base and rotated it a half turn, as if the dog was stepping over her. It was a nice little exclamation point added to her punishment, which further humiliated her as it caused her to climax and cry out involuntarily again. Those assembled clapped at her look of horror and loud cries.

Miss Emily was next. I worked quickly, and her pussy soon was filled with hard plastic as well. Her cries of pain were joined by exclamations of pleasure as she climaxed as well.

I motioned for my student assistants to undo the vixen's bonds. I helped first Miss Emily and then Miss Amelia stand. They spread their legs wide. I just smiled.

The final bit of their punishment was a phallic gag. They were again oversized shafts of hard rubber, but this time they were crafted as a wolven penis instead of a vulpine one. It was a subtle reminder of our power over them.

I inserted the phallic devices until the tips touched the back of the vixens' throats. Two straps wrapped around their muzzle to keep them closed on the rubber shaft while a third went behind their head to keep the intruder buried deep in their mouths.

I gave my two vixens a swat on their asses and dismissed them. They returned to the waiting foxes. The other eyed them with some horror. They were going to go through the same thing soon, and they were afraid now after seeing what had happened to these two vixens.

While the students and I secured the next two vixens onto the punishment horses, the Disciplinarian went to work on her two dogs. I noted that she used somewhat more force with the tawse. I filed that information away for the future. She rammed the vibrators into the dog's tail holes as hard as I had penetrated the vixen's pussies. They did get the questionable benefit of pepper-laced lubricant. I could see her working the vibrators around until she found each dog's prostate gland. With a bark, each ejaculated onto the punishment floor. She kept applying pressure and increasing the vibrator speed to stretch out the fox's orgasm. Both were as red-faced as my vixens had been when she was done.

The same butt plugs went into their asses. She stood them up and applied the CBT devices we had selected. She peeled back their sheaths to expose as much of their now limp pink shafts as possible. A simple stainless steel tube went over their male member before allowing their sheaths to slip back over their shafts and the tube. The tube had a considerable weight, so the dogs would feel it all night long.

A ball stretcher went around the bases of their scrotums and pulled their testicles down a full inch. For a fox, who typically had nuts close to their body, this had to be very uncomfortable. Another strap ran between their testicles to separate them and stretch their scrotum drum-tight.

The phallic gags went in last. When she was done, the Disciplinarian's dogs were every bit as chastised as my vixens.

I grinned at my companion in punishment before turning back to my next two students. I disciplined them as I had the first two vixens. I did not hurry, but I did not draw their punishment out overly long either. I was glad to hear as many cries from them as well as shouts from the watchers. Apparently, I was putting on a good show, because I got a round of applause when I finished.

The remaining students did not take much longer to finish, even though we did not hurry. When we were done, there were twelve well-chastised foxes standing in the waiting area with heads and ears drooping. I am sure that they would have dropped their tails quite happily, but the butt plugs and lubricant, combined with the knowledge that they would be punished if they lowered their tails, kept the white tips of their tails high in the air behind them.

We also had a very vocal audience showing their appreciation of our work, which was gratifying as a new teacher in the reformatory school. Their comments and obvious enjoyment of the foxes' punishments only added to their humiliation, exactly as planned.

The foxes' discipline was far from over, though. As we had finished with the last of our punishments, our student helpers had raced to the Dining Hall with harnesses and ropes. They placed a harness on the Head Master's table, the Disciplinarian's table and my table. As the other teacher entered, each took a marble from a covered basket. Nine of them cheered as they pulled one of the coveted black marbles. Harnesses were added to their tables.

The punishees were brought into the Dining Hall. The Head Master selected the youngest dog. I took Miss Emily. The Disciplinarian took Miss Amelia, somewhat to my surprise. I had expected her to select a dog, to be honest. The remaining teachers wrangled until the other nine students were selected.

A leather harness akin to a sling was placed on each table. The students were forced to lay face down on the harness. A wooden rod went through the loops of leather on each side of the slings. The fox's legs were spread wide and pulled up severely until their calves or, in some cases, knees reached the wooden bar. Their legs were tied to the crossbar.

Next, their arms were pulled back behind them and tied at the elbows to the wooden rod to place them in a severe hog-tie. A hook descended from the ceiling and was snapped to an eyebolt in the crossbeam. The sling and bar took most but not quite all of the fox's weight. The punished student was lifted just off the table. As a final bit of public humiliation, their tail was firmly tied to the winch ropes so that they could not cover their nether regions.

Just before the other students arrived, the twelve students were lifted up to about head high, where they would be prominently displayed for the rest of the student body. The sight of twelve foxes dangling about the teachers' tables made a very strong statement that actions such as theirs would not be tolerated at the reformatory school.

It also made one heck of a lewd display for those of us in charge!

We took up positions standing behind our chairs. The doors opened, and the students entered. While my back was to the doors, I could clearly hear the gasps and cries of the entering foxes. Clearly, they had known something was happening, but they certainly had not expected such a public punishment at dinner.

My five students joined me. They stared at Miss Emily. I had them stand behind their chairs. I did not know if they knew her or not, but I doubt that it mattered. I could see each thinking that this could be them.

"Take a good look," I told my five foxes as I rotated Miss Emily. They could see her gag, dildo and butt plug as they rotated past.

I noted that Miss Autumn turned her head away, Sharply, I said, "Miss Autumn! I said to take a good look!"

Reluctantly, she turned her head back. She looked distressed.

"I never want to see any of you in this position," I told my students in a gentler, lower voice. "Or worse."

I turned Miss Emily so that she faced me. Looking directly into her eyes, I said firmly, "And it could have been much worse."

She whimpered behind her gag, and her ears fell. She obviously received the message I was sending. Perhaps it would keep her out of some trouble in the future, but I somehow doubted it. She was old enough to know better but young enough not to care.

Before dinner was served, the Head Master made a speech about improper mating and other bad behavior that could result in severe punishments. The dog hanging beside him slowly twisting in the air currents added extra emphasis to his words.

We sat down. Dinner was an unusually silent affair. I think that not only my students but also the rest of the student body was cowed and frightened by the sight of the twelve naked bodies slowly swaying above them. They were likely wondering what had happened and what would happen to these students, and more importantly, what could happen to them if they misbehaved badly enough.

My students had a decided lack of appetite that evening, but I noted that Miss Autumn ate virtually nothing and refused to look at any of the hanging students.

For my part, I was enjoying the sight of Miss Emily's rather well-spread pussy for much of the dinner. The plates had to be moved from underneath her cunt as it was starting to drip rather steadily from the sexual irritants in the lubricant we had used. I could see her flexing her pelvic muscles as well to try to relieve the fire in her ass as well. Every so often, I could hear a muted whine of desire or cry of pain escaping past her phallic gag. It brought a smile to my lips as I dined.

After dinner, I took my students back to my quarters. All were scared, but Miss Autumn was actually shaking. As we left the Dining Hall, the Disciplinarian gave me a jaunty wink and smiled. Her students were beaming in anticipation of the fun that they would have that night. I suspected that very little would be off-limits for them, and from the looks of growing fear and even terror on the bound foxes as the rest of the school filed out of the hall, they knew it as well.

I considered reassuring my students, but I realized that, had they been in the group I had just disciplined, they would have received the same punishment, regardless of their position or what I did. As much as it almost hurt to do so, I said and did nothing. At least they could enjoy each other's company at night without being disciplined by me, if they wanted sexual companionship.

My five students were quite thoroughly chastised. The problem was that they also were not studying or paying attention to my lecture. I had to speak sharply to them repeatedly. I noted that Miss Autumn seemed to be the most affected. I saw her crying, when she did not think I was watching her. This surprised me. I had thought her made of stronger stuff.

Promptly at nine o'clock, I said, "That concludes our lesson for tonight on Geometry.

"I am not pleased with your level of effort or attention tonight. If this continues, there will be punishments, and I will not spare the rod when I cane you or otherwise punish you.

"Which brings us to our next order of business."

Without being told, my students stood and undressed. They stood behind their chairs, waiting for me to continue my play with them.

"Mister Walter, you have already graced the Punishment Room and my bed. You are exempt from tonight's proceedings.

"So which of the rest of you will be my companion tonight?"

Mister Walter pointed at Miss Eira, but Miss Eira and Miss Arianwyn immediately pointed at Miss Autumn. A few moments later, Mister Bartholomew also pointed at her.

"It seems that Miss Autumn shall be our evening's entertainment," I commented.

For just a moment, a look of loathing crossed Miss Autumn's face at my choice of words before she hid it. I frowned and wondered again what was going on.

"Miss Autumn, please lead us to the Punishment Room," I asked the young vixen.

Without a word, she took us to the Punishment Room and proceeded to the center. She stood with head and tail down, awaiting her fate. I stood behind her and waited with a smile to find out what these four foxes would do to their companion. Mister Walter, in theory, had little constraint upon him, since he had already been through this ritual. My guess was that desire for future sexual encounters with Miss Autumn would limit him, but at the same time I was wondering how adventuresome my students might be.

Whatever they were planning resulted in some heated whispering and animated gestures. After several minutes, Miss Arianwyn hissed, "Ask him!"

My students schooled their expressions and took up positions in a line facing Miss Autumn and me.

"Sir, can we use something outside the Punishment Room for Miss Autumn's punishment?" Miss Arianwyn asked.

I raised an eyebrow. The Punishment Room needed further outfitting, but it was hardly bare.

"And what would that be?" I asked curiously.

"Her hairbrush. We want you to spank her ass with it," Miss Arianwyn replied with a gleeful smile.

Miss Eira added, "I'm going to be getting red fur out of mine for months!"

"You bitches!" Miss Autumn exploded. She took a step forward and balled her paws into fists.

I reached out and grabbed Miss Autumn's left shoulder.

"Miss Autumn!" I said sharply. I was actually a bit mad that she would even think of striking another student in the presence of a teacher.

At least not without permission.

Sullenly, Miss Autumn took a step backwards.

"Paws!" I said pointedly.

Slowly, she unclenched her fists. It was easy to tell that she was still furious, though.

"What else do you have planned?" I asked.

Miss Arianwyn explained, "We want her placed face down on the bondage bed and tied spread-eagled. Since both Miss Eira and I had to help this morning, we want her to get twenty swats on her ass.

"Afterwards, we want you to put her into a chastity belt with a dildo and butt plug attached to the inside. First, though, we want you to use the same sexual irritant you used on the students that were disciplined tonight."

"And why would I want to place Miss Autumn in a chastity belt?" I inquired. "It certainly limits my, shall we say, options?"

Miss Arianwyn grinned evilly and replied, "Miss Autumn has the best muzzle in the school, male or female, by far. You won't need any other 'options' tonight!"

I laughed.

"That sounds like fun! And a challenge for her to prove that you are right," I commented. "You are allowed to use Miss Autumn's hairbrush. Miss Arianwyn, do you know where she keeps it?"

"Yes, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically. It appeared that, so long as they were not on the receiving end, these foxes did not mind watching their friends receive some punishment. In fact, they seemed to relish it.

"Then please get it," I told her.

Miss Arianwyn darted from the Punishment Room. In less than fifteen seconds, she was back with the hairbrush.

"Mister Bartholomew, please get the chastity belt that you have selected. Miss Eira, you may get the lubricant. Make sure that it is the petroleum-based version, not the water-based one. I do not want it drying out overnight. Mister Walter, ropes, please."

When the foxes returned with the implements of Miss Autumn's play punishment, I pointed to the bondage bed.

"Miss Autumn, face down!" I commanded her.

Reluctantly, she slowly crawled onto the bondage bed and lay down. The bed was padded enough that it was not particularly uncomfortable, but still she seemed restless as she lay there with her tail and ears down.

I tied the ropes around her wrists and ankles using Lark's Head knots designed to hold her firmly but not tighten or slip when she struggled or pulled on them. I unfolded side stainless steel cleats located at the corners of the bondage bed and wrapped the ropes once around the base of each cleat before pulling the lines taut. I made a couple of figure-8 over the horns of the cleats and finished with a half-hitch to secure her appendages.

Miss Autumn made no protest and did not resist, but she glared at the other foxes. The old adage about "If looks could kill..." came to my mind. They just grinned back at her. The dogs were already erect though not flowing yet.

I picked up the hairbrush and examined it. It had a nice, heavy handle that was easy to grip. The bristles were attached to a wooden oval about four inches long and two inches wide. The wood was heavy, and the construction was very sturdy. It was a good brush for a vixen prone to mats and tangles.

I smacked the brush against the palm of my paw experimentally. It made a nice sound as the hard wood struck my softer flesh. I noticed Miss Autumn and the others' ears swivel towards it. It elicited a grin from the watching foxes and a nervous expression from Miss Autumn.

The bondage bed was the size of a full size bed. I had to lean over to reach Miss Autumn's ass properly. I started my play by running the bristles over her flanks for several minutes. It was too light to be real brushing, but it started to concentrate her attention upon her bottom and what was to come. I smiled as she started to fidget just a bit. It told me that she was almost ready for her punishment. First, though, I had more play to do to prepare her.

Instead of spanking her, I sat down and ran the brush through her bushy tail. I played with it for a bit before quietly saying, "Tail up."

Obediently, Miss Autumn raised her tail. It was obvious that she expected her paddling to start, but instead I moved my play to the previously hidden portions of her behind. I ran the bristles over the crack of her ass, forcing her cheeks apart a bit and making her wriggle deliciously. The ropes held her legs far apart, so I had no trouble exploring her nether regions with the brush as well. She was soon wet from my stroking of her partially exposed pussy with the brush bristles.

"I think it is time for your paddling, Miss Autumn," I said quietly as I continued to play with her using the brush. "You do not have to call for your strokes."

I turned the brush over and pressed the wooden back hard against her left ass cheek. I heard her hiss in anticipation of the pain that was to come. I raised the brush about a foot and brought it down on her well-padded bottom. There was the muted smack of the wood hitting her fur-covered flesh.

Miss Autumn squealed and jumped. She gritted her teeth, expecting pain to follow the sting of the swat I gave her. When it never came, she looked positively confused.

I resumed brushing her behind for several seconds before applying the second stroke to her other ass cheek. She jumped and gave a small squeal, but again there was no real pain, just a nice sting.

I continued to alternate brushing and paddling as I slowly delivered twenty swats. At first, she seemed scared, but as the warmth grew in her ass without much pain, she warmed to the experience. She was smiling a bit and wriggling her ass by the time I delivered the last blow.

I set the hairbrush down beside her right cheek. Curiously, she looked at it. She frowned when I walked away and went to the wall. Her frown turned into a scowl when I took a small, light slapper from the wall and returned.

I sat down on the bondage bed and leaned over to look down at Miss Autumn.

"Miss Autumn, you are going to be punished with this slapper. Do you know why?" I asked.

"Because you are a sick, sadistic bastard who likes punishing vixens' asses!" she growled at me without thinking. A moment later, a look of terror came to her face as she realized what she had said and to whom.

The other foxes gasped in horror. They expected me to beat her almost to death for such words.

I just laughed at her reaction.

"Yes, that too," I said when I finally stopped laughing.

I slid off the bondage bed and squatted in front of her at her eye level.

"Miss Autumn, what do you think another teacher would have done had you yelled, charged another student and hit them when you knew that you were supposed to be standing still?" I asked.

Miss Autumn became evasive. Her eyes went everywhere but me.

"I'm not sure," she said unconvincingly.

"Miss Autumn, we both know what would happen, or at least you should. The best that you could hope for would be a trip to see the Disciplinarian. As much as I am sure that I would love to watch her work under your tail, I am your teacher. That means that I have to teach you how to avoid getting bent over a spanking horse in the Punishment Hall for three dozen hard strokes of the cane and other punishments.

"Miss Autumn, you need to learn some self-control," I implored her. "I may be your teacher, but there are limits to what I can do when you publicly blow up like you did a few minutes ago. I will try to help you if you are stupid enough to go after another student in public, but the best that I could probably do is minimize the punishment some and probably not at all."

I set aside the slapper and placed my paws on either side of her face. I tilted her head up just a bit and stared deep into her eyes.

"Do you want to end up like those unfortunate bastards down in the Dining Hall?" I asked passionately.

"No!" Miss Autumn shouted. She blinked a few times and added in a soft voice, "No, I don't, Sir."

"Believe it or not, Miss Autumn, I do not want you or your friends there either," I told her softly as I ran the tips of my fingers over her cheeks. "Please, take your punishment tonight and try your best to avoid getting there. I will try to keep you out of bad situations that might get you there and teach you how to avoid as many as possible.

"Agreed?"

Miss Autumn looked shocked at my confession and proposal.

"O- Okay, Sir," she finally manages to say.

"Good!" I replied. I gave her head a quick rub and stood up. I leaned over and added with a jaunty wink, "But the sadistic bastard is still going to give you a spanking!"

For the first time in several hours, Miss Autumn actually smiled and laughed just a little.

"I think I earned a little punishment, Sir," she confessed.

I laughed again. As strange as it might seem, I enjoyed my submissives, or in this case students, being happy.

I sat down even with her flanks. I reached out and ran my paw over her butt. I let my fingers slip between the crack of her ass cheeks and explore her tail hole. They headed further down to find her slit. I stroked her outer labia gently until she was wriggling her ass in response. She was quite wet when I finally withdrew.

"I think that a dozen should be about right, Miss Autumn," I told her quietly. "Please call for your first stroke."

"One, Sir," she said as her body went rigid in anticipation of the pain that was to come.

I raised the slapper about two feet above her butt and brought it down sharply.

CRACK.

To my utter surprise, Miss Autumn squeaked.

I leaned forward and asked in a bemused voice, "Have you been eating too much mouse lately, Miss Autumn?"

I actually got a smile from her and several stifled snorts form the other foxes. I did note that Miss Autumn's cheeks turned rather red and wondered what she had been "eating".

I alternated delivering blows to Miss Autumn's left and right ass cheek. I struck hard enough to cause some re4asonable amount of pain, but I was nowhere near as hard as the severe punishment that I had given Mister Walter the night before. This punishment was about correction, not establishing unquestioned dominance. There simply was not reason to inflict excessive pain.

That did not prevent me from warming her behind nicely. I was sure that she was feeling her punishment by the time I was done.

For my part, playing with her this way had given me a nice erection that was hidden beneath my robes. I stood up and looked at the other foxes. My two dogs were fully erect with well-formed knots. My vixens were not dripping, but their arousal was easily apparent to my nose. Even Miss Autumn was obviously highly aroused now.

"Mister Walter and Mister Bartholomew, please untie Miss Autumn," I said.

While my dogs unbound Miss Autumn, I coated the phallic devices and interior surface of the chastity belt with an abundant layer of lubricant. The dildo and plug were relatively small, about three-quarters-inch in diameter, but they would be a constant irritant to the wearer. There were also several small nubs that would rub against Miss Autumn's clit. Combined with the sexual irritants in the lubricant, she was going to be in for a long night.

Miss Autumn sat on the edge of the bondage bed watching me. I noted that her eyes were bright and alert, but there seemed to be no fear in her expression, just a little trepidation of what she expected to happen and what I might do to her.

"Squat on the bondage bed, Miss Autumn, and place your paws palm down on top of your head," I instructed her. "Tail up as well."

Miss Autumn did as instructed. It put her hips at a convenient height. I reached out and spread her thighs wide. It put her wet slit on lewd display for the rest of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted four paws move to crotches. Apparently, my other students were enjoying the display as much as I was. I would have joined them, but I wanted to get Miss Autumn to my bedroom soon.

I lay the chastity belt on the bondage bed under Miss Autumn's hips. I applied a generous coating of lubricant to my right index finger and proceeded to smear it over her cunt. A second glob went over ass hole. I added even more lubricant and worked my finger up to the knuckle into her vagina. She moaned with pleasure as I fingered her.

I walked around my companion for the night and crawled onto the bondage bed behind her. As I knelt with my belly brushing her tail, I applied even more lubricant to my finger. I grinned at the four slowly masturbating foxes. Even knowing that I knew that they were playing with themselves did not stop them. They were mesmerized by what was happening to their friend, and they grinned in anticipation of what I would do next.

My paw slid under Miss Autumn, and I slowly inserted my finger into her tail hole. I met only a little resistance, and I got a very sexy groan from her. She was hot already, and I do not think it was just the irritants.

When I was done lubricating her ass hole thoroughly, I got off the bed and cleaned off my paws. I stood in front of Miss Autumn and gave her a private smile. Shielded from view of the others by my body, she returned my smile before schooling her features. I gathered that things were not nearly as bad as she had feared that they would be.

I worked the butt plug into her rectum first. It was small enough that it went right into her already loosened anus. Holding the belt in place, I wrapped the strap between her thighs and inserted the dildo into her cunny. She stifled another squeak of pleasure.

I lifted the front strap up over her lower belly. I held it against her belly with my left paw as I wrapped the waist belt around her torso and buckled it loosely. I worked the Y-shaped end of it around her tail and buckled it to the waist strap. I finished by tightening the straps enough o hold the chastity belt firmly against her body without being overly tight. The dildos were buried in her nicely and would not be coming out again tonight unless I chose to give her release.

"Comfortable, Miss Autumn?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied promptly.

"Off the bed, turn around, bow your head, and put your tail down," I ordered her.

Miss Autumn looked a bit confused but complied without question.

I turned to the other four foxes.

"I hope that Miss Autumn's punishment made a proper impression upon you as well. I will try my best to protect you, if we chose to have you be my students, but I cannot be everywhere all the time, and there are some things that I cannot prevent resulting in a severe punishment," I said firmly.

My tone softened as I added, "Please, try to keep out of serious trouble. Despite everything you might think, I do not want to see you hanging from the Dining Hall ceiling or worse."

I paused for a moment and then said, "You are dismissed. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Just be sure to be on time for breakfast, or you will be receiving a punishment like Miss Autumn did this morning."

I turned to Miss Autumn and said, "My bed. March!"

The other four students headed for their rooms. I noted that they appeared to pair off with Mister Walter selecting Miss Eira and Miss Arianwyn sliding her arm around Mister Bartholomew. I chuckled a bit. I hoped that they would have a good night together. In the future, I would be indulging my voyeuristic proclivities and watch them perform sex acts together, but for tonight I would leave them to their pleasures.

After all, I had a sexy vixen leading me to my bed and her muzzle to pleasure me tonight.

I closed the door behind us after we reached my bedroom. Miss Autumn started to climb onto the bed.

"Stop," I ordered her.

Somewhat confused, she looked back at me.

"Stand beside the bed," I told her as I disrobed.

She did as ordered. I could see her watching me out of the corner of her eyes. Apparently, she liked what she saw, as she was grinning by the time I tossed the last of my clothing aside. In some ways, it was strange to have this near slave excited at the prospects of what was to come, but on the other paw, it was nice to have a reasonably willing partner auditioning for a permanent role in my fox harem.

"Mister Walter did a very credible job last night," I told her as I sat down on the chair near the bed. "Let's see what you can do."

Miss Autumn snorted derisively. She clearly took my words as a challenge. Without a command from me, she walked over and dropped to her knees between my open thighs.

I was already erect, so she did not have to tease my shaft from its sheath. However, that did not mean that she immediately went for my pink pole. Instead, Miss Autumn began to stroke my inner thighs with her paws.

I smiled at her gentle touch. While young, it might prove that she has some self-restraint and knew how to draw out a blowjob properly.

My young student certainly seemed adept as she slid her muzzle under my scrotum and nuzzled my perineum. I was rather bothered by then, with all that had happened earlier, and I know that I smelled strongly of male musk, but that did not stop her from nosing around beneath my balls. Her movements also served to stimulate my testicles, which was certainly welcome. A small stream of precum began to ooze from my knob.

I expected Miss Autumn to play with my balls, but instead she pulled away and began to lick and nibble my inner thighs. I was already a bit sensitive from her paws, and this excited me even more. A thin stream of clear fluid trailed down my shaft.

Only after playing with my thighs and other regions of my legs for several minutes did Miss Autumn move to my shaft. She slowly, delicately kissed the tip of my knob. I could tell that she tasted my salty precum, but that did not stop her. Gently and deliberately, she proceeded to kiss my entire shaft for well over a minute as I watched. The delicate brush of her cool lips against my hot pink flesh only served to excite me more. Precum flowed even more freely down my cock and over my balls.

Miss Autumn grasped the base of my sheath with her right thumb and index finger. She held me firmly as her tongue slid from her muzzle and wrapped itself around my shaft. She began to lick me, just as she would a long, twisted lollipop. My breathing became faster and just a little ragged as she ran her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the knob in slow, sensuous licks. The blood was becoming trapped inside my cock from her firm grasp, and every lap of her tongue felt better and better. Her saliva and my juices mixed to coat my pink shaft.

My vixen partner's tongue swirled around my shaft as she continued to lick me. She paid extra attention to my knob and ran the tip of her tongue over it every time that she reached it, exciting me even more. Every so often, she would slip a little lower and lick my perineum. As she journeyed back up, she took the time to softly kiss and lick my balls.

It was all that I could do to stop from cumming. I was becoming very, very aroused by this able young femfur.

I wanted to grab Miss Autumn's head and smash her muzzle down onto my cock, but I let her continue at her pace. It was clear that she knew what she was doing, and the pleasure I was receiving was intense.

Miss Autumn adjusted her tongue to press just the tip of it against my shaft. When she reached my tip, she started flicking it, using just the tip of her tongue again. The sensations were even better when she shifted to the underside of my knob and ran the tip of her tongue over my frenulum. She delicately ran the edge of her tongue up and down the V-shaped spot between my head and shaft. With all those nerve endings located there, the stimulation was immense, and I knew that she knew it.

My precum was flowing freely when Miss Autumn opened her mouth and swallowed my shaft whole. I could feel her hot breath against my crotch as she buried her nose in my pubic hair. Her nose had to be filled with the pungent scent of my arousal.

After pausing a moment to allow me to feel the warmth of her mouth around my dick, she lifted her head. As she did so, she twisted her head right and left while trailing her tongue over my shaft. When she reached my knob, she held my shaft just behind my glans with her lips and repeatedly flicked her tongue over my knob.

This young vixen certainly had a skilled mouth! I was so close to spurting my load down her throat! I am not normally very vocal, but my groans of pleasure were frequent and loud. I could feel a steady stream of precum pumping out of my balls and down her throat, but still she did not quite bring me off.

She repeated her action several times, varying her pace each time. I was not sure if I preferred the long, slow withdrawal of her muzzle and gentle lapping of my glans or the quicker jerk back followed by the hard flicking of her tongue over my knob.

I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Miss Autumn seemed to know this. She took my knob into her mouth and started to suck while running her tongue over my glans and frenulum. As good as it had been until then, the sensations coming from my shaft went up another order of magnitude in pleasure. I had to grab the seat of the chair and hang on tight to stop from shooting my load into her muzzle immediately. I became much more vocal, and I started to thrust my hips forward, indicating how close I was.

My vixen continued to tease with her sucking. She shifted to taking my entire length of my shaft into her mouth again and slowly working her way back up tip, where she would repeat her trick of sucking and flicking just the knob. She used her tongue expertly as she sexually ravaged my shaft.

I was not going to last much longer no matter how hard I tried. I had to concede that Miss Autumn was arguably had the best muzzle I had ever met, including those of some very well paid sexual experts.

Miss Autumn grabbed the base of my exposed shaft and started stroking me. It was not quite a hand job, but it served a similar purpose. At the same time, she sucked my knob much harder. Her head started to bob up and down. Her hand met her lips about halfway along my shaft. She kept going faster and faster until I howled and let loose a huge load of sperm.

I thrust my hips forward hard and rammed my shaft down her throat. Miss Autumn did not even flinch. She swallowed each shot of jism and kept sucking. She kept me cumming for quite some time before my balls were finally drained.

I sat on the chair panting. I looked down at the vixen between my thighs. She still had my erection in her muzzle. She looked up at me and smiled. It was amazing how innocent she looked for someone who had obviously done this many, many times before. I briefly wondered who her teacher was.

"That was an amazing job, Miss Autumn," I finally managed to get out around my pants. "I see that your companions' accolades regarding your oral proficiency are well earned."

She smiled even more.

I reached down and petted her head. She leaned into my touch.

"You are certainly much better at this than Mister Walter," I commented drily.

That brought an offended squeal from Miss Autumn. When she realized that I was kidding, she laughed, a decidedly pleasurable sensation with my cock still deep in her mouth.

I smiled and told Miss Autumn, "Stand up."

Still smiling, she complied with my order.

"Turn around," I ordered her.

She did so. Her tail swished over my thighs and calves.

I reached out and stroked her ass. It was a nice, wide ass and quite shapely. It was exactly what a male wanted in a vixen.

"Pity your friends decided to put a chastity strap on you. I would have enjoyed putting you on all fours about now and taking you hard and fast from behind," I commented as I continued to play with her bottom.

"You could always take it off, Sir," she replied somewhat uncertainly.

"No," I said. "I will honor your friends' decision tonight.

"And I have alternative plans anyway."

I reached into the nearby bed stand drawer and pulled out a pair of pawcuffs. I secured Miss Autumn's arms behind her. I stood and ran my paw over her ample breasts. Her nipples were hard nubs standing proud of her thin white breast fur. Apparently, she was enjoying the night's fun as much as I was.

Without a word, I took her to the bed and lay her down on her back in the middle of the bed. She shifted back and forth a bit. I am sure that lying on her arms like that was uncomfortable, but she made no complaint. Most likely, she knew that it would make no difference and could well bring a punishment for whining. I expected the relative soft mattress to alleviate most of her discomfort.

I could not get to her cunt because of the chastity belt, but her breasts were certainly very available to me. I doubt that the other students had really considered what I would do. Most likely, they expected me to have Miss Autumn's muzzle wrapped around my dick until I passed out from pleasure or dehydration. While that was certainly an excellent idea, I wanted to show her that there would be pleasure received by her as well as given.

I lay beside my vulpine partner. She looked at me a bit nervously. She was uncertain of what was to come and probably a bit afraid since I had bound her. I merely wanted her paws out of the way while I played with her, but I did not tell her that. The uncertainty would hopefully increase the tension and the intensity of her eventual orgasm.

I nibbled her left ear gently using just my lips. Miss Autumn grinned and actually giggled. I gathered from her reaction that it was pleasurable but tickled a bit. I kissed her ear firmly, and she sighed. That turned to laughter as I ran my tongue along the interior of her pointed ear and down into her ear canal. I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth several times before withdrawing and returning to gentle kissing and nibbling of the edge of her ear.

I could still see uncertainty in her eyes, but Miss Autumn was also watching me with a large grin on her face. She appeared willing to at least try what I had in mind.

My left paw made its way to her belly as I continued to play with her ear. I made slow, sensual circles over her stomach as I started heading south with my kisses and nibbles. Along the way, our muzzles met for some very deep kissing. I would have liked to give her an exam on French kissing, but that could be done another night. I had other objectives right now.

I turned her head away from me a bit to expose her neck. I very gently took some of her loose skin in my canines and nibbled my way down her neck. She gasped, and I saw a look of fear on her face until she realized that I was not biting hard enough to hurt. By the time that I reached her shoulder, I could clearly see and smell her renewed arousal.

While I continued to rub her belly, I shifted my position up onto my knees and right elbow so that I was above my vixen. She watched as my head continued down over her shoulder until I came to her left breast.

Very gently and lovingly, I ran my tongue over her breast in slow, sensuous laps. I took my time and made certain that I covered every single inch of her breast. By the time I was done, she was squirming beneath me.

I leaned over more and repeated the process with her right breast. Just as she had gotten me to vocalize while giving me a blowjob, I soon had her moaning beneath my tongue.

I opened my mouth and gently bit Miss Autumn's right nipple. I gave my head a little shake to pull it back and forth as well as stretch it. She went rigid for a moment, thinking that I was going to hurt her, before she realized I was just playing. I let go of her nipple and started to vigorously lick it. She was soon moaning even louder.

Her left nipple was next. I bit a little harder and pulled a little more, but this time she not only accepted it but also seemed to revel in it. Her back arched as I licked her titty hard.

I puckered my lips into an "O" and sealed them around her hard left nipple. I alternated sucking and blowing. As her cries grew louder and more frequent, I picked up my pace. As she reached her peak, I flicked the tip of my tongue over the tip of her nipple fast and hard. She screamed as she came.

I kept playing with her nipple as she orgasmed to keep drawing out her climax. I think I managed to even get a second orgasm out of her. Her cries certainly jumped back up halfway through her release.

I let go of her nipple and lay back on my right side. I kept up my gentle belly rub as I waited for her to recover. The look on her face of utter bliss was quite precious.

When she was finally aware of her surroundings again, I asked her, "Did you know that the second most sensitive portion of the female anatomy is her teats, and that the same nerves that are in your clitoris spread throughout your breasts?"

"I think I do now, Sir," she replied.

After a moment, she added, "No one has ever done that to me before. At least not that intense. And I have had... past experiences, Sir."

I smiled down at her and said, "The same trigger-happy nerves in your clit are upstairs as well. They activate an area of the brain known as the genital sensory cortex. The same area that goes off when I play with your clitty.

"I like to use that to my advantage. It can even give me an unfair advantage."

While I was still smiling, inwardly I was frowning. My ears had detected the small pause in her reply. While she was putting on a good show, I could tell that something was wrong and had been wrong since dinner when she had first seen the other foxes being publicly punished.

I kept gently rubbing her belly but asked, "Did those 'past experiences' involve public humiliations like today's punishments?"

Miss Autumn's eyes grew wide in apparent horror.

"Gently, Miss Autumn," I told her while rubbing her belly. "Gently."

Her fear slowly subsided but did not end.

"Miss Autumn, I meant it when I said that I would do my best to protect you," I told her. "For one thing, I prefer my punishments to be... private. That even extends to sending you to the Disciplinarian, though that might change."

I smiled and added, "She has some delicious ideas on punishments."

Miss Autumn gasped.

"Oh, don't worry too much. If I ever do send you to her, it will be with limits," I assured her. "However, you cannot tell your friends that, or tell them anything else about tonight."

I leaned down and kissed my potential student lovingly.

"I am more about pleasure than pain, though I realize both are intertwined. When you earn a punishment, as you did this morning, you will receive it, and it may well be harsh, Miss Autumn. Mainly, though, I am interested in using it as the little bit of spice in our sexual play."

I kissed her again. I let my lips linger on hers until she relaxed and started to return my kisses.

"Are you okay now, Miss Autumn?" I asked.

I could see her screwing up her courage.

"Yes, I think I am, Sir," she told me. "I... I had a lot of public punishments... before. A lot of them were for teachers and... others. Many were far harsher and... more sexual... than my caning this morning."

My ears pricked up. Punishments were meant to be within the school. They certainly could be before any combination of teachers, administrators and students. It sounded suspiciously like Miss Autumn had been punished before paying customers and then turned over to them to be raped. I filed that little tidbit away for the future.

"No need to worry about that tonight or in the future, if you decide to become my student, Miss Autumn," I assured her.

I looked her directly in the eyes and asked, "Do you understand that, Autumn?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

A moment later, her eyes grew big.

"You called me by my name!" she exclaimed.

I smiled and chuckled at her reaction.

"Yes, I did, Miss Autumn, because it seemed that you needed the intimacy and reassurance that just your name would give you. Because it could get us both in trouble, I will only do so in very private circumstances and very, very seldom. However, that does not mean that I do not think of you as a person as well as my student and de facto sex slave," I told her.

She was clearly surprised, but she nodded her head.

To change the subject, I nuzzled her neck provocatively.

"So what do you want to do now, Miss Autumn?" I asked.

Miss Autumn blinked in confusion.

"Sir?" she asked.

"Are you tired," I asked. "Or would you prefer some more fun?"

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

"Fun, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically.

I had to laugh at her reaction, which brought a giggle from her.

"Well, in that case, let's see what we can do," I said.

"With that chastity belt, a conventional Sixty-Nine is out, but I have a thought or two."

I grabbed a couple of pillows from the ample supply on the bed and used them to prop up Miss Autumn's upper torso. I had her lean her head back and open her mouth. Her gaping muzzle was positioned perfectly to receive my shaft again, so I promptly inserted it. Her mouth closed about my dick, and she started to suck me again.

As I gently thrust my hips forward to slide my cock in and out of her mouth, my paws went back to Miss Autumn's breasts. I smiled as I gently cupped them and started to play with them again.

There are about eight hundred nerve endings in each nipple of a femfur, and I used my thumbs to gently stroke each and every one of Miss Autumn's as she sucked on my cock. It was easy to tell when I was getting her aroused the most from how hard and fast she was blowing me. I mental mapped out her most sensitive spots for further attention as I continued to play with her boobs.

I used a delicate touch, barely applying pressure. I could feel as much as hear Miss Autumn moan in response. I grinned and started applying a little more pressure. She thrust her chest upwards in response.

I ran my fingers over her breasts. While I was gentle, I did steadily increase my pressure until I was pressing firmly enough into her soft orbs to create significant dimples. It was clear from her reaction that she was enjoying my attentions, so I grabbed her creamy teats and squeezed them relatively hard. She gave a delighted squeal. Apparently, she liked it a little rough.

I was not out to hurt her, though. I continued to be firm as I kneaded and squeezed her breasts but did not attempt to hurt her. She started to writhe beneath me in obvious sexual pleasure. Her tongue also worked harder and harder on my shaft. I was starting to pant from all the pleasure that she was giving me. My balls also expressed my pleasure with a steady stream of precum that was rapidly turning into a river.

My attention returned to her nipples. I gently pinched and pulled on them to bring them to the last stages of fully erect. I was drawing closer to orgasm, and decided to take Miss Autumn over the top with me.

I cupped her left breast with my left paw and raised it much like a push-up bra would do. As I looked down at her tit, I realized that I would enjoy putting Miss Autumn in a tight red corset with a demi-cup to thrust her breasts upward for my and others' attention. I grinned and put that idea away for the future as well.

I wet my right index finger and applied some saliva to Miss Autumn's left nipple. I pressed the pad of my index finger against the tip hard enough to squish it a bit. I rolled it around in a circular motion. It was obvious that the effect was electrifying. After gasping, Miss Autumn redoubled her efforts to get me off.

As I approached my climax, I started to flick her nipple with my fingernail. It was hard enough to be just on the edge of painful. As I hoped, it set off Miss Autumn. She screamed for a few seconds before wrapping her muzzle around my cock and sucking harder than I think any female had sucked me before. I willingly let my load loose in her mouth, and she swallowed every single ounce of my jism.

After we were both done, I turned Miss Autumn onto her side to relive the pressure on her arms. We snuggled for a bit as we caught our breaths. Neither of us was ready to call it a night, though.

We had sex several more times. Once I bound her kneeling on the floor and finished by spraying my sperm onto her upturned, smiling face as well as into her wide-open mouth. Another time she was tied to the bedpost in a standing position with her arms high above her head as I used mouth and paws to play with her breasts and bring her off several times.

It was after midnight when we were finally both sated.

"Did you enjoy tonight, Miss Autumn?" I asked.

She laughed and replied, "Yes, Sir!"

"Good," I said.

After a pause, I added, "Not every night will be like this. Some nights you will be receiving punishment. Other nights, I might decide to just take my pleasure from you and leave you unsatisfied. You are also going to be required to have sex with the others, if you all stay, while I watch or even join in."

My vixen companion shifted a bit nervously against me as we lay together on the bed.

"But will there be other nights like this, Sir?" she asked. "I know the rules, and I know what to expect - or at least I thought I did - but after tonight I want more nights like this as well."

I stroked her face and replied, "Yes, Autumn, there will be more nights like this."

"Good, Sir," she said before pressing her head against my chest and going to sleep.

I lay there awake for a few more minutes, thinking about how much I had enjoyed tonight. I certainly hoped that Miss Autumn and her companions would choose to stay. I would not lack for volunteers if one or all of them decided to leave, but I was actually starting to want their companionship.

I sighed. I would give them a realistic view of their life should they choose to be my students and let them decide. As much as I wanted them, I wanted them here by their own choice with full knowledge of what their choice could engender.

I slid into sleep as well, thinking about lesson plans for my classes tomorrow and three bushy fox tails, one of which would be mine tomorrow night.