Vulpine Reformatory School

Chapter 5

Miss Arianwyn

(Third Act)

S.M. Wolf

Mister Walter, Mister Bartholomew, Miss Autumn, Miss Arianwyn, Miss Eira, the Disciplinarian, Miss Chantal 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.

I awoke to some rather unladylike grunts. As I lay there listening, I could feel the bed shaking as Miss Autumn apparently tried without success to climax. I smiled and allowed her to continue her efforts for about five minutes. The chastity belt proved too much for her. With a frustrated sigh, she ceased her efforts.

I wrapped my left arm around her body and said, "Good morning, Miss Autumn."

"Damn! I didn't mean to wake you," she replied.

After a couple of seconds, she added hastily, "Sir!"

I laughed and nibbled the nape of her neck gently.

"Cursing in front of a teacher, Miss Autumn? I think that the school code of conduct has something in there about that," I said as my left paw moved to her left breast. I played with her boob gently.

"Yes, Sir,: she said dejectedly. "Six strokes with a paddle."

My vixen sounded resigned to her fate.

I laughed quietly. My paw moved from her breast down to the chastity belt. As I expected, it was still securely wrapped around her hips.

"Been having fun trying to get off, Miss Autumn?" I asked as I ran my paw over her lower belly.

"All night, Sir," she said in the same dejected tone. "The damn thing kept me on the edge and stopped me from cumming. I was up all night trying to do something about it!"

"All you had to do," I said as I slipped a finger under the waistband and ran it across her belly, "was to ask me to take it off."

"Sir?" she asked in a surprised voice.

"This was not a punishment. When I was done with you last night, it was over, as far as I was concerned."

"Oh," she said in a small voice.

"As it is, I said as I rose, "it is time for us to prepare for the day."

I glanced at the clock. It was 5:47. I had just less than an hour with Miss Autumn, and I intended to use it well.

I took care of my needs in the bathroom quickly but did not shower. When I was done, I called Miss Autumn into the bathroom with me.

"Bend over and place your forearms on the sink top, Miss Autumn. Head and tail raised." I ordered her.

I took a moment after she complied to stare lasciviously at her girded loins. I smiled at the sight. Time was short, though, so I reluctantly went back into the bedroom and selected a heavy paddle from the selection stored there.

I walked back into the bathroom and caught Miss Autumn looking back over her shoulder. She whipped her head around to return to position. I gently tsked her behavior.

"Miss Autumn, I think you know why I have this,: I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

I placed the paddle against her buttocks.

"What was the student code of conduct punishment for cursing in front of a teacher again?" I asked unnecessarily.

"Six strokes, Sir."

"Ah, yes! That is how many you get. Now call for them!"

"One, Sir!"

I raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on her shapely rear. I did not strike nearly as hard as I could, but it was enough to cause some actual pain. This was, after all, a punishment, not play. Still, I enjoyed the bounce of her ass, the little jump her body gave, the way her hanging breasts swayed, and her suppressed squeal.

"Two, Sir!"

I delivered a fair thrashing to my vixen. I suspected that she would be squirming through most of breakfast as her ass cooled.

I set aside the paddle and stood behind Miss Autumn. I reached around her body and began to play with her tits again. Her nipples were already quite hard.

"Miss Autumn, I want to make it clear that I meant what I said last night. I want to protect you, but I cannot do so when you act stupid. Cursing in front of a teacher, even me, is acting stupid. Not addressing me as 'Sir' - and yes, I did catch that! - is also stupid. Please do not do so again!" I said firmly

"Now," I added, "let's see if we can take care of your 'itch'. Get into the shower."

I placed Miss Autumn in the center of the shower stall and turned on the hot water. It played over her fur and began to soak her pelt. I stepped behind her and hugged her body to mine. She could feel my large erection pressed against her spine. Not all of the wetness on her back came from the showerhead. I was starting to pump out precum as well.

I pressed my left forearm into her breasts to hold her in place as I reached down with my right paw and undid the locking mechanism on the chastity belt. She moaned as I peeled the straps off her body. She opened her legs wide to allow me to pull the dildo and butt plug from her orifices.

Beneath the chastity belt, Miss Autumn's pelt was matted and soaked from her own juices. She smelled strongly of foxy musk.

Without preamble, I drove my index and middle fingers into her cunny. Her body arched in response. As I fingered her deeply, I started to rub her clit with my thumb. It took only a few seconds before she yipped repeatedly, and my paw was covered with female ejaculate.

I kept fingering her, adding my ring finger to the other two digits in her twat. I was soon rewarded with her body jerking uncontrollably in a second orgasm.

I held Miss Autumn up as she recovered from her two intense orgasms.

"Feeling better, Miss Autumn?" I asked as I kissed the side of her face.

"Yes, Sir!" she said almost breathlessly. "Much better!"

After a few minutes, she added, "But what about you, Sir?"

"What about me?" I asked coyly.

"It sees that you have some 'unresolved issues' of your own, Sir," she said playfully. The look on her face told me that she wanted to help me resolve them in a very physical manner.

"And what do you want to do about them, Miss Autumn?"

She started to turn and drop to her knees, but I stopped her.

"How about something that helps with both our 'issues', Miss Autumn? Lean forward and place your paws on the wall," I told her.

For just a moment, she seemed disappointed that she would not get a chance to blow me off again, but her frown quickly turned to a smile as she took up her position.

I leaned forward. As hot water trailed over my body and dropped onto hers, I told Miss Autumn, "We don't have much time, about fifteen minutes is all. Hard and fast or slow and gentle, Miss Autumn?"

"Hard and fast," she replied with a smile as she lifted her tail out of the way.

My shaft slid into her pussy with little resistance. Her two orgasms had left her loosened up and well lubricated. Despite her request, I took it a bit slow until I reached my knot to allow her to adjust to my dick opening her pussy wide.

Once she was prepared, I began to quickly thrust deep into her wet cunny. The friction between our fleshes quickly brought both of us to climax. I sprayed a large load of sperm into her waiting vagina as it grabbed onto my penis in the throes of her orgasm. I slowed for a bit, but as soon as I got a second breath, I resumed my hard thrusting.

I was able to cum three times in the fifteen minutes we had together. I am not sure how many times my vulpine student climaxed. It almost seemed like she was experiencing one long, drawn out orgasm.

Miss Autumn whimpered dejectedly as I pulled out. I was still hard, but I knew that we needed to get going.

"I would like to continue as well, Miss Autumn," I told her as I reached for the fur shampoo, "but we need to get ready for classes."

I helped clean her pelt. I paid special attention to her nether regions and was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure as I brought her off one final time that morning. She returned the favor, both with helping me to clean and getting my off one last time with a quick paw job.

We dried each other off quickly. I offered Miss Autumn the loan of one of my bathrobes, but she declined. Instead, she walked naked back to her room to dress. I smiled as I watched her go. Her tail wagged back and forth provocatively with each step.

I dressed quickly and went to the door. My foxes assembled soon after I arrived. I was happy to see that Miss Autumn was first this morning. She was even dressed properly and well groomed.

When all five of my foxes were ready, I inspected them. I was glad to see that they were paying more attention to their dress and grooming. I still found a couple of small details, but, in general, they met all the requirements of the school dress code. When the breakfast bell rang, I had Miss Autumn lead us to eat.

At the table, I gave extra portions of ,eat to mister Walter and Miss Autumn. He really needed to add some pounds, and I knew that she could use some protein this morning. We finished our meal quickly and waited for dismissal and the start of classes.

After breakfast ended, my foxes dispersed. I pressed Mister Walter into helping me prepare for a lab demonstration before my first class began. He seemed to actually be interested in the experiment, which was gratifying. I did want my foxes to learn while they were here so that they had a chance when they graduated and were finally released from the reformatory school system. As bad as the schools were, the prisons were rumored to be far worse.

The first three periods went quickly. Most of the students seemed to enjoy the demonstration. Fourth period began normally enough. I started my lecture, and I actually seemed to be connecting with my students. About ten minutes into the talk, I happen to see a vixen walking down the hall through my classroom door window. She was notable for one reason. Unlike every other vixen that I had seen in the reformatory school, she was not at all thin. She easily outweighed any two and maybe even three normal vixens in the school.

I frowned when I saw her stop outside my door. She just stood there, so I continued my talk. I did catch sight of her every so often as I addressed my class. Once I saw her reading a piece of paper in her pudgy paws.

After about ten minutes of waiting outside, the unknown vixen opened the door and entered my classroom.

"Yes?" I said a bit curtly. I did not like being interrupted by someone who had dawdled so long outside.

"I- I have a note, Sir," she said in a very scared and timid voice.

Being a little frustrated by her interruption when I was doing so well teaching, I replied crossly, "Well, bring it up to me!"

I think that I scared her even more. She slowly walked up the aisle between the seats and handed me a note. I noted that there were several sniggers and knowing looks behind her back. I noted the smiles and several looks at the paddles and crops hanging behind me. Apparently, this vixen was known and perhaps not well respected.

I took the note form the vixen's trembling paw.

Sir,

I find myself vexed in the extreme by Miss Chantal. She appears to be unable to focus in class. I think that a firm disciplinary paw would go a long way to improve her attitude. I believe that you can provide such a paw.

Please take my student for the next week and see what you can do with her.

Sincerely,

Miss Blodwyn

I looked up at Miss Chantal.

"Did you read this note?" I asked.

"No, Sir!" she replied promptly.

"And did you come here promptly to deliver the note?" I asked pointedly.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied. She seemed to miss the underlying threat in my voice.

"Strange, because I saw you standing outside my classroom for ten minutes, and I saw you reading the note through the door window."

I stared at the new vixen. Her eyes grew wide in fear. Her ears drooped as she realized that she had been caught blatantly lying to a teacher not once but twice.

Behind her, I heard several small laughs, quickly silenced when I directed my attention to the rest of the class. The entire class seemed to be smiling or hiding their muzzle behind an upraised paw.

"Miss Chantal, I will not tolerate tardiness, and I most certainly will not tolerate lies." I told her sternly. "You have done both and earned a punishment.

"Clothes off!" I commanded her.

Miss Chantal blubbered but did not move. I glared at her. It took a moment, but I managed to get across the idea that I was not fooling around. Reluctantly, she removed her blouse. She looked around to see where to put it. I pointed at my desk. She folded it and placed it there. The rest of her clothes soon followed.

I had to take a moment to look at Miss Chantal. She was surprisingly fat. Not a little overweight, but folds-of-skin-hanging-over-her-waist fat. I frowned as I wondered how she had managed to pack on so much weight in a reformatory system noted for minimal calories in the student diet. Her entire body was large, not just her belly. Her arms and legs were thicker than any fox I had ever seen.

I came out of my reverie and pointed to the spanking bench.

"This will be your 'seat' for the rest of the class, Miss Chantal. Take your place," I told her.

"Sir, I-,"she started to argue with me.

"Miss Chantal, I am done with your interruptions!" I told her. She looked even more scared.

I rummaged around in one of my desk drawers and brought out a large red bit gag shaped like a stylized bone. I went behind Miss Chantal and ordered her, "Open your mouth!"

Reluctantly, she did so. I put the gag in her mouth and secured the straps at the back of her head.

"Now get to your seat!" I ordered her sternly.

When she turned around, she was greeted by a sea of smiling, happy foxes. I knew that my students enjoyed watching each other be punished and used, but this seemed to go much deeper. I sensed actual happiness that she was being punished.

Miss Chantal quickly lay face down on the spanking bench. She placed her arms and legs on the sides. I could not help but note that she barely fit on the bench. After I glared at her again, she unwillingly lifted her tail. I could not tell if her pink regions were on display to the class or not, and I did not want to further delay the class to look.

"Keep your head up and pay attention. This subject matter will be on the test later this week," I told her before continuing my lecture.

I had lost the class by then, and I was not able to really connect with them again. Most were instead staring at Miss Chantal and her large ass. That only made me even madder at Miss Chantal. While I was here mainly for the sex and other fun, I actually enjoyed teaching as well. At least I could indulge one of my other desires with her.

About five minutes before the end of the class, I finished my lecture and told the class, "Close your books and give your undivided attention to the front of the room. Remain seated until such time that I dismiss you for lunch, even of the bell rings."

I turned my full attention back to Miss Chantal. She was so large that it was barely possible to secure the straps around her ankles and wrists even using the last hole in the straps. They pressed deeply into her soft flesh. I tried to wrap the waist strap around her body, but I could not even get the ends to meet and had to give up.

I was rather miffed by the time that I was done. I went to the front of the classroom and looked over the punishment implements available to me.

The paddle was too little. The cane had possibilities. The tawse was getting closer to what I wanted.

I selected the strap. It was two inches wide with an eighteen-inch-long tail. The end was split into five three-inch-long thin tails that could wrap around a fox's ass and thighs. In the case of a vixen, it could even snake in-between their thighs to find her tender pussy lips. It was a serious punishment tool, and just what I wanted.

I swished the strap back and forth experimentally. It had a good heft to it. Behind me, I heard the sound of sharp intakes of breath from several of my students when they saw what I was getting. I smiled. This was going to make a nice impression upon them.

Miss Chantal desperately begged me with her eyes for mercy. As I approached her, I could hear her muffled cries of fear coming from behind her gag. She knew that she was in deep trouble.

"I do not condone in any way, shape or form what you did, Miss Chantal, and I intend to make that clear not only to you but the rest of the class," I told her severely. "I will only give you six strokes this time, but they will be hard strokes. Lie to me or dawdle again and I will give you the maximum allowed by the school rules.

"Am I clear?"

Miss Chantal was staring at the strap in utter terror and did not answer.

I said, "Am I clear?' I repeated louder. I emphasized it with a quick flick of the strap in her direction. I seemed to get through to her, and she vigorously nodded her head yes.

As the bell for lunch sounded, I took up position behind Miss Chantal. She craned her head around to watch every move I made. While it was bad form, I allowed it. I wanted her to see what was happening. The anticipation of the stroke could be as bad as the stroke itself.

I experimentally drew back my arm and brought the strap forward well above her large body. It made a nice sound as it cut through the air. A snap of my wrist jerked the tails and resulted in a nice crack, even though it hit nothing but the air a few inches above Miss Chantal's back.

I repeated this several times, each time coming a bit closer to the bound vixen's butt. She cringed beneath my practice strokes. It was clear that her fear was increasing as she realized that her punishment was nearing.

"Tail up, Miss Chantal, and keep it up!" I ordered her.

She blubbered behind her gag in terror as she realized that she was about to feel the strap in earnest. She begged me with her eyes for mercy, but I was not feeling merciful this morning. I just glared back at her until she reluctantly raised her tail.

I drew back the strap and struck. The main body of the strap cut across the heart of her very ample ass while the tails wrapped around her right flank and dug deeply into her soft flesh. Her bottom was so well padded that the strap sunk almost two inches into her bottom. For just a moment, I could see a deep furrow cutting across her behind.

Miss Chantal screamed loudly. I just gave a tight little smile at her reaction. Underneath my robes, my penis slid from its sheath.

I brought the tip of the strap down hard on the center of her left ass cheek. I used only the smaller tips to strike. They cut deeply into her flesh. For just a moment, I was afraid that I had drawn blood based upon her screams, but I saw only five rapidly rising welt. She had a good, strong hide, despite her mass, and could take my abuse.

The third stroke caught the underside of her curvaceous ass. I used a bit of an upward motion to get her ass to jump provocatively. I was rewarded with not only screams from her but muffled sounds of fear and worry from my watching class. If I had not reconnected with them over the class work, I was reconnecting with them over the punishment and making my displeasure abundantly clear.

By now, my cock was fully erect and my knot was forming. It was a bit awkward, but I largely ignored it for the moment, though I had plans for later.

The fourth stroke was to the back of Miss Chantal's wide right thigh. I again used just the tips to strike to cause maximum pain. I wanted this to be a punishment that she and the class would remember for some time. The angry red welts visible under her fur and her screams of pain assured me that I was accomplishing my goals.

I repeated the stroke on her left thigh. The strap put a deep dimple in the center of her thick thigh temporarily when it struck. It had to hurt badly. The howl of anguish and the gyrations of her body in response certainly confirmed that supposition. I was again rewarded with five wicked red welts.

I took careful aim and struck a final time. The strap hit low on her left buttock, the tails curled around, and the very tips struck her slit. The gag barely suppressed her shrieks. I was surprised that the spanking bench straps did not break as she uncontrollably jerked about like a fish out of water as the pain ran up her spine. I could see five thin red lines appear on her otherwise pink flesh.

"Class dismissed!" I said without looking back at my students. I smiled at the sound of them furiously running out of the room. None of them wanted to be anywhere near me now.

I closed and locked the door. I lowered the shade to ensure our privacy before returning to Miss Chantal. The time before lunch was short, but there was enough for a bit more fun before I would have to release her.

Miss Chantal watched me return to her. I said nothing. I pulled down my pants and raised my robes to reveal my hard-on. She shook her head back and forth and pleaded with me again for compassion, but my "little brain" was in full control now. I moved in behind her and mounted her hard and fast in the ass hole. I used no lubricant, and I made no attempt to mitigate her pain and suffering. I was far too aroused, and this was still a severe punishment for her actions, after all.

It was strange to feel so much soft flesh each time I thrust my hips forward. I was used to the toned, muscular bottoms of foxes and wolves. It was a very different feeling to slap my crotch and lower torso against her fleshy body.

I was insistent with my mating. I grunted as I jabbed my shaft into her tail hole repeatedly. She gave a short little cry with each plunge of my dick deeper into her body, but I did not care by then. I kept going until I spurted a large load of jism deep into her bowels.

Had there been time, I would have gladly continued my fun, but we had to get to lunch. I withdrew and allowed my erection to wilt slowly as I unbound Miss Chantal. I left the gag in her mouth while she dressed.

I did remove her gag before I had her lead me to the dining hall and lunch. We were among the last to enter. I watched her move to her seat out of the corner of my eye. I also noted that there were many open grins from the foxes watching her walk delicately to her seat. The look on her face and her muffled cry when we sat were classic. As my students and I ate, I idly wondered if I would have the opportunity to punish Miss Chantal again. My guess was yes, but I would have to see. In class, I would have to have reason to do so, and I did not want to interrupt my evening fun with my potential special students by bringing her to my quarters for now. Still, there was an entire school year to go, and I suspected from the glances I was getting that they would enjoy assisting me with the fat vixen.

Miss Blodwyn did not talk to me, but her appreciative grin as we passed after lunch spoke volumes. Obviously, she had gotten what she wanted. I gave her a bit of a wink to convey that things were just starting.

The rest of the day passed with my students being unusually attentive. They had obviously heard about Miss Chantal's punishment and did not want to chance a similar one. I was actually a bit sorry. I could have used some more sexual relief. I did not even have cause to take one of my students in back for a quickie between classes.

The Disciplinarian had only a few students to punish that afternoon, so I did not have the opportunity to relieve myself that way. Watching the dogs and vixens being spanked from the gallery just made me hornier. By the time that dinner came around, I was very sexually frustrated. At least I knew that there would be some relief that night, even if I did not know which of my three remaining foxes would provide it or how.

After dinner, I was surprised to find that my students were smiling almost uncontrollably. I doubt that the upcoming lesson in mathematics was the reason for their happiness during their study period. Miss Autumn actually giggled a bit at one point.

I said, "You certainly seem rather chipper this evening, Miss Autumn."

"Yes, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically.

"Why, Miss Autumn?"

"Because you beat that fat bitch Chantal's ass good in front of the entire class!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Sir!" she added hastily.

"I gather that Miss Chantal is not particularly popular."

"No, Sir! She's a big bully that talks down to everyone and steals everything she can. Everyone except her and her clique was thrilled that you got her, Sir."

I digested that information.

"Just speculating, but would the student body be happy if I were to find other reasons to discipline Miss Chantal, either in class or in the Discipline Hall?" I asked mildly.

I was greeted with very enthusiastic positive responses from all five of my foxes.

"I will keep that in mind, if she should happen to merit another punishment. For now, let's start our review of the mathematics assignment. Turn to page twenty-five in the general mathematics textbook, and we will begin discussing your lesson for the evening," I said as I turned to the board and began to write the first equation.

The lesson went surprisingly slow for me. I actually enjoyed the subject matter, but the huge erection and large wet spot on the front of my pants diverted my attention. I could not wait until I had one of these foxes at my mercy. I suspected it would be a very late night for both of us. I would have to try to find a way to help my companion for the night get through tomorrow without falling asleep in class. Fair is fair, after all, and my lust should not result in their pain. Unless I was the one inflicting it, of course!

I finished the lesson as the bell tolled the hour. My foxes put away their books, stood and disrobed.

"Mister Walter and Miss Autumn, you are exempt from tonight. For the three remaining, I am particularly horny tonight, thanks to Miss Chantal. You all should consider that in your selection.

"So, who will it be tonight?" I asked.

Mister Walter promptly pointed towards Miss Eira. For some reason, he seemed to want to have her share my bed. That surprised me, as I believed that they might be a couple of sorts. I set it aside for now.

Next, Miss Arianwyn pointed towards Mister Bartholomew. Perhaps the pairs wanted to have their partner's torment over quickly, as Mister Bartholomew responded by pointed at her. Miss Eira and Miss Autumn both selected Miss Arianwyn, so the silver-phase vixen would be mine tonight.

"Miss Arianwyn, please lead us to the Punishment Room," I told her.

The young vixen did as instructed and took us to the Punishment Room. She stood meekly in the center of the room with her head bowed, tail down and paws grasped together in front of her body. Despite her predicament, she was still smiling.

:I believe that you know what to do by now," I told the rest of my students.

They scattered quickly. They had developed some familiarity with the contents of the Punishment Room and visited several locations immediately. After looking over the possibilities for Miss Arianwyn, they huddled in the corner of the room. I was surprised when I heard Mister Bartholomew actually growl at the other foxes as they inspected a large canine dildo. Idly, I wondered how deep his attachment to Miss Arianwyn was.

It appeared to be enough that the dildo was replaced with a phallic gag. They also selected a small paddle and brought a simple wooden chair with no arms to the center of the room.

I was not surprised when Mister Bartholomew emerged as the spokesman tonight. He stood in front of me and said, "Sir, we want you to first gag Miss Arianwyn.

"Next, we want you to give her an old-fashioned over-the-knees paddling."

Mister Bartholomew held up one of the smaller paddles in the room.

"We know it is not large, Sir, so we want you to give her a full thirty-six whacks."

Mister Bartholomew took on a very defiant demeanor, which I think surprised everyone. It certainly caught me off guard.

"After that, you can have sex with her, but only anal and oral sex. No regular sex!" he said emphatically.

I heard Miss Autumn hiss "Bartie!" under her breath a she stood beside him. He just glared at me challengingly, blatantly daring me to defy him.

We stood there staring at each other for several seconds. He refused to back down and look away.

In a soft voice, I said, "I do not tolerate defiance to my will lightly, Mister Bartholomew."

Fine! Do to me whatever you want. Just leave Arian alone!" he shot back at me.

All the other foxes gasped in shock.

I continued my stare down with Mister Bartholomew. Having a ton of testosterone in my bloodstream did not help me deal well with this incident.

"Oh, no, Mister Bartholomew," I told him in the same deceptively soft and mild voice. "I have other plans besides beating and raping you tonight. I am sure that they will be a far better punishment for you."

For the first time, I saw uncertainty in his eyes. He licked his lips and asked in an almost pitiful voice, "Please, Sir, do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt Arian."

I continued to glare at the dog. It took him several more seconds, but he finally got the message. He dropped his head and looked away.

"Mister Bartholomew, in the future, should you remain my student, you can expect me to have Miss Arianwyn in any and all manners that I choose. That will most certainly include vaginal sex. It may be alone, it may be with you present and only watching. I may have you join in or even perform with her to satisfy my voyeuristic kinks

"The point is, you have no say in this. As my student, you will submit to my will and do whatever I desire, whenever I desire. The same goes for your friends."

My voice took on a sharp edge. Gone was all the mild sweetness.

"Is that clear, Mister Bartholomew?"

Mister Bartholomew dropped his head. He looked about the floor. His body drooped, and he replied in a small voice, "Yes, Sir."

I continued to glare at him for several more seconds.

"Very well, Mister Bartholomew," I told him evenly. "Keep that in mind as you decide on whether you wish to stay as my special student or not."

He looked up at me and blinked a couple of times. He seemed surprised by my change in demeanor once I had exerted my dominance over him and his friends.

"That does not mean that there will not be any consequences for you and Miss Arianwyn tonight, though," I assured him with a small, tight smile.

I was not sure who was more fearful, Mister Bartholomew or Miss Arianwyn.

"I will, however, honor your requests to a point. There will be no vaginal penetration of Miss Arianwyn by my penis tonight when I take her to my room."

Mister Bartholomew seemed relieved at that, but he also seemed nervous about what else might happen.

"Miss Arianwyn, stand to the right of the chair," I instructed my victim. She looked up at me with the most beautiful green puppy-dog eyes. Outwardly, I was unmoved, but I did file away this particular memory of this beautiful vixen for future reference.

I removed my robes and stripped to the waist. My state of arousal was clearly evident. The vixens grinned at the sight. Mister Walter also seemed to appreciate my bulge and wet spot, but Mister Bartholomew took one look and turned away.

The phallic gag went on first. Miss Arainwyn accepted it stoically. I chose not to bury it deep enough to set off her gag reflex. She seemed both surprised and appreciative of that. I doubt that Mister Bartholomew caught it, since he was looking everywhere but at us, but she gave me a speculative glance. I did not respond, and she looked back down at the floor submissively.

I took the paddle from Mister Bartholomew and sat down on the chair with Miss Arianwyn standing beside me.

"Mister Bartholomew, I want you standing right there," I told the dog as I pointed to a spot about a yard in front of me. "I want you to have a good view of Miss Arianwyn's extended spanking."

Mister Bartholomew took up position. He stood there shifting back and forth on his feet. He kept looking down at the floor.

"Eyes up, Mister Bartholomew!" I ordered my dog. "I want you to see everything that happens tonight!"

Reluctantly, he raised his head.

I glared at him for just a moment longer. I was calming down a bit, but I would not allow this dog to question my alpha status. Hopefully, it was just a momentary lapse in response to Miss Ariamwy's danger, but I wanted to end it now so that we did not have recurrences of this problem in the future.

I turned my head and looked at the other foxes. They were standing watching Mister Bartholomew and I vie for dominance. They looked more than a bit scared.

"The three of you may stand and move about as you desire, but you are to watch. Is that clear?"

The three hastily responded in the affirmative.

I turned my head to Miss Arianwyn. She was watching us as well. There was some trepidation on her face, but she seemed relatively calm for someone who was about to be paddled and used to punish her boyfriend.

"Miss Arianwyn, over my knees," I ordered the black-furred vixen.

Miss Arianwyn must have been punished like this frequently. She almost flowed over my lap and took up position with her paws on the floor to my left, only her toes touching the floor on my right, her head raised high, and her tail lifted. She was perfectly positioned for her spanking.

I grabbed her tail in my left paw and pressed it down against her spine between her shoulder blades. The tip jumped back and forth for a moment before settling.

"Thirty-six, Miss Arianwyn," I told her.

My vixen nodded once in response before closing her eyes and waiting for her spanking.

I raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on Miss Arianwyn's right ass cheek. Her body jumped, and she squealed around her gag. Mister Bartholomew cringed, but he did continue to watch. I think that he was suffering more than she was.

Miss Arianwyn's initial reaction was one more of surprise than pain. I had indeed hit her bottom sharply, but the paddle was far too light to do much damage. I was sure that her ass stung nicely, but it was not the horrible pain that she and Mister Bartholomew were expecting. I could see an almost puzzled look in her eyes.

Another blow, this time to her left ass cheek, brought her out of her speculation. She jumped just a bit, but made no noise.

I continued to spank her ass, alternating between the two luscious orbs on my lap. I was not harsh, but I was firm, and while the individual blows did not cause much pain, the repeated striking of her ass soon had Miss Arianwyn wriggling on my lap in a most delicious manner. By the time that the last stroke was delivered, I am certain that her butt was quite warm.

I set aside the paddle and looked at Mister Bartholomew. He had, as instructed, watched everything that had happened to Miss Arianwyn. Apparently, he had enjoyed her writhing on my lap as she was spanked despite her predicament, because he was fully erect. A glance at my other foxes revealed their state of arousal as well. Even Miss Arianwyn seemed excited. I had felt her erect nipples pressing against my left thigh several times during my fun. Once again, I was struck by their lust when they watched their friends being used by me. It seemed to even extend to the one being punished, to varying extents.

That was about to be tested.

"Mister Bartholomew, you challenged my authority over you and your friends tonight," I told the dog standing in front of me. "As with Mister Walter, I will not allow that. I am your alpha male, and you will accept my authority without question if you choose to stay here.

"The difference is, tonight I will not punish you directly. Rather, your punishment will be to prepare Miss Arianwyn for me and then watch as I play rough with her. Her torment is the direct result of your actions.

"Do you understand that, Mister Bartholomew?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied sullenly. His entire body was dejected, and he could not seem to meet the gaze of the vixen in my lap.

"Very well, Mister Bartholomew. You will begin by getting cuffs for her wrists and ankles. Secure her wrists together and then use a long spreader bar to open her legs wide," I instructed my wayward dog.

It was clear that he did not want to do this to Miss Arianwyn, but at the same time, he realized the consequences of not complying. I think that he did want to be here, and most likely he wanted my protection for him and his girlfriend, but this was hard for him. He found some faux fur-lined cuffs, a simple double-ended snap and a surprisingly long spreader bar. I almost told him to select a shorter spreader bar, but I decided to see how this played out.

My dog knelt in front of Miss Arianwyn and placed the cuffs on her wrists. The snap secured the cuffs together. All the time that he worked, he refused to meet Miss Arianwyn's eyes. She did not seem too upset with him, but at the same time, her punishment had not yet begun.

The other pair of cuffs went on my vixen's ankles. He attached one end of the spreader bar to her left ankle. Using his paws, he spread her legs fairly wide, but not nearly wide enough to attach the other end of the bar to her right ankle. He grabbed her right ankle and pulled her right leg further apart while pushing her left leg open using the spreader bar. He apparently knew her body well, as he was able to secure her legs very widely splayed.

Throughout this Miss Arianwyn remained stoically still in my lap. I suspected that she had received similar treatment in the past. She was just unsure where this was heading, and I gave her and Mister Bartholomew little clue of my intentions.

"Go to the lubricant cabinet, Mister Bartholomew. Get me a pair of latex gloves, a mixing cup, Volcano Rim and Vixen in Heat 5," I told him.

All of my foxes looked stunned. I could hear Miss Arianwyn whimper, but I ignored her. Instead, I stared directly at Mister Bartholomew until he dropped his eyes in submission and slowly walked to the cabinet where the lubricants and other lotions were stored. He returned with the requested items.

While I put on the gloves, I ordered Mister Bartholomew, "Place about two ounces of the Volcano Rim in the mixing cup. Add two more ounces from the Vixen in Heat."

Mister Bartholomew reluctantly did as ordered.

"Now kneel on my right near Miss Arianwyn's right leg," I told him. "Hold up the cup for me, and watch."

The dog did as ordered. I could tell that he was more than a bit sorry that he was about to cause Miss Arianwyn considerable grief. I hope that it would get across the idea that I would not tolerate rebellion from my students and would punish them for doing so.

Most likely, attempts to gain an upper hand over me in the pack would only involve my dogs challenging my alpha status. However, I wanted to get across the idea to the vixens that I would not tolerate similar actions on their part as well. Tonight allowed me to show all three that I was willing to punish them severely if they tried to assert dominance over me. I hoped that it was a lesson that I only needed to teach once.

I dipped my index and middle finger into the cup. The glove came out glistening from the clear fluid that covered it. I saw Mister Bartholomew's eyes follow in horror as my paw slowly moved to Miss Arianwyn's labia. She jumped as she felt the cool liquid spread over her pink pussy lips. Mister Bartholomew mewed softly as he watched me carefully coat her outer labia. He looked like he would do anything at that moment to trade places with her.

My other foxes moved closer for a better view. Miss Autumn surprised me a bit be kneeling on my left to watch Miss Arianwyn's face. Mister Walter and Miss Eira both knelt to my right so that they had an excellent view of what I was doing to their friend. Their paws went to their crotches, and they began to masturbate openly as they watched.

The effect of the two fluids on Miss Arianwyn did not take long to manifest itself. I bent over to watch as her outer labia first reddened and then swelled. Behind her gag, she mewed forlornly as she felt the chemicals begin to work on her nether lips.

I dipped my fingers into the fluid again. This time, I slid them between my vixen's outer lips and ran them over her inner labia. She moaned in fear. I waited and watched as her inner lips reddened and swelled as well.

I dipped my middle finger into the concoction and coated my glove past my second joint. I slowly slid my finger into Miss Arianwyn's exposed pussy. I spread the fluid around inside her vagina, working my way deeper and deeper into her cunt. I recoated my finger several times. By the time I was done, my entire digit was buried in her cunny.

Miss Arianwyn at first lay placidly on my lap, but as I fingered her, she began to slowly writhe. I pressed down on her back to hold her securely in place, but that barely slowed her movements. It was clear that she was feeling the effects of the liquid that I was slathering onto her inner vaginal walls.

I dipped both my index and middle fingers deeply into the cup. Miss Arianwyn was quite wet with a mixture of the solution I was applying and her own nectar. My two fingers slid in surprisingly easily. I worked them in and out with increasing vigor as I also spread them to stretch her cunny open.

Mister Bartholomew cringed and bawled softly when he saw me coat all five of my gloved fingers with the brew in the cup. I ignored him and proceeded to slowly work first the tips of my four fingers and then the entire length of my fingers into Miss Arianwyn's vagina. They were joined shortly thereafter by my thumb.

Miss Arianwyn was being quite vocal about the intrusion and the effects of the potent liquid on her pussy, but the gag prevented her from saying anything. We were treated to her stifled screams as I worked my tightly clenched fingers into her pussy up to my knuckles. As I had hoped, each scream elicited a flinch or more from Mister Bartholomew. He was clearly distressed by what was happening. Hopefully, this would not need to be repeated in the future.

Once my fingers were buried in her cunt, I worked them in and out, thrusting strongly as I started to open them. Over the course of several minutes, I slowly opened Miss Arianwyn's vagina wide. When I withdrew my paw, it stayed almost obscenely open.

I held out my gloved paw and told Mister Bartholomew, "Coat my glove all the way to the cuff, and be quick about it!"

The glove extended well up my forearm. I saw him look back and forth between Miss Arianwyn's open pussy and my paw. For just a moment, I thought he would refuse, but with a sob, he did as ordered.

"Very good, Mister Bartholomew," I complimented him as he lubricated my glove. "When you are done, put down the cup and get on all fours, tail up."

He seemed surprised at my command, but did as ordered.

My paw returned to Miss Arianwyn's pussy. I slid my fingers into her body again, but this time I did not stop at my knuckles. Instead, I pressed harder and harder and worked my paw inwards past her vagina and towards her waiting womb. She screamed repeatedly as I forced her open, and her back arched. I could see her eyes closed, and she was biting down hard on the phallic gag. I wondered in passing if Mister Bartholomew would have been emasculated if I had ordered him to gag her with his dick. From the visible damage to the plastic gag, my guess was yes.

I smiled. After tonight, she still might do it later when they were alone again.

I soon found Miss Arianwyn's cervix. I used my fingers to broach the opening between her vagina and womb. My paw continued deeper into the now writhing body of Miss Arianwyn through her endocervix and into her womb. I did not stop until my paw found the top of her uterus.

Once I was completely inside of Miss Arianwyn and could go no further, I proceeded to make a fist. Miss Arianwyn's cries increased in volume. I proceeded to pump my fist in and out slowly, pressing it hard against the muscular walls of her womb.

I felt a sudden convulsion of her entire interior. Her uterus and vagina clamped down hard on my paw and forearm. I could feel muscle spasms running through her entire insides. I was not surprised when I saw her ejaculate strongly enough to spray the three foxes behind her as she orgasmed wildly.

Once Miss Arianwyn calmed, I unclenched my fist and slowly withdrew my paw from inside her.

"Miss Autumn, I will let you finish Mister Bartholomew's punishment," I said.

Miss Autumn jumped. She had been staring at the look on Miss Arianwyn's face in utter disbelief. Despite all that they had been through together, she seemed shocked that the vixen in my lap had orgasmed so violently.

"What do you want me to do, Sir?" she asked nervously.

"I see that there is still a small bit of the mixture in the bottom of the cup. Apply it to Mister Bartholomew's tail hole for me, please, Miss Autumn," I instructed her.

"Get a glove first, though. I insist that we practice reasonably good hygiene."

Mister Walter and Miss Eira perked up. I could see them grinning. I could also see a puddle beneath Miss Eira and several long, white streaks in front of Mister Waller as well as a short strand of jism hanging from his tip. They had both obviously enjoyed the show. Even Mister Bartholomew had a pulsing cock with copious precum, even if he had not ejaculated yet.

Miss Autumn donned a glove. She walked past me and picked up the cup. She knelt behind Mister Bartholomew. He turned to watch with considerable trepidation as Miss Autumn reached into the cup.

"Use your middle finger, Miss Autumn, and I want you to find his prostate gland and press on it hard enough to force him to ejaculate," I told her.

Miss Autumn looked up at me and suddenly grinned. Mister Walter and Miss Eira also looked very pleased. They moved around to watch Miss Autumn attend to Mister Bartholomew.

Mister Bartholomew remained defiantly still as Miss Autumn coated the exterior of his anus with the mixed lubricant that he had made for me. His stillness lasted only a short time as he felt the warming components of the lotion begin to act on his anal rose. His face started to contort as his bottom became steadily more uncomfortable.

Miss Autumn slid her middle finger into his rectum with surprising ease. After a moment, I concluded that with his size and unusual looks he was a frequent target of the teachers and perhaps other foxes. Most likely, his rear door was a well-used one. I knew that I certainly intended to buzz his bottom frequently, if he stayed.

Miss Autumn ran her finger in and out repeatedly. She grinned as Mister Bartholomew started to squirm. His dick jerked up and down to the beat of his heart. It appeared that the second half of my concoction, the sexual stimulant, was starting to work on him.

I could not tell for sure, but from the look on Mister Bartholomew's face and his sudden clenching of his jaw, I gathered that Miss Autumn had bent her finger and was rummaging around his rear for his prostate.

It did not take long for Miss Autumn to find her target. With a howl, Mister Bartholomew came. His sperm drained onto the floor beneath him. Miss Autumn did not stop there, though. Instead, she continued to push and prod him to several more quick orgasms. He yelped loudly each time he came.

Even Miss Arianwyn was smiling as she watched Mister Bartholomew convulse. These foxes certainly did not mind some rough play!

"Enough, Miss Autumn," I finally said to call a halt to her play. She frowned as she withdrew her finger.

Miss Autumn leaned forward and said crossly, "Maybe next time you won't act like a huge dickwad and get Arianwyn in trouble, Bartie!"

"Miss Autumn!" I said sharply.

"I know," she said a bit sullenly. "I'll get the cane."

She started to rise, but I said, "No, Miss Autumn, but I do want you to curb your outburst. Also, you are to address your fellow students with Miss and Mister at all times.

"Is that clear. Miss Autumn?" I asked pointedly.

:Yes, Sir!" she replied quickly. She seemed relieved that she was not going to be punished.

"However," I continued, "next time you have one of these little outbursts I plan to give you a full twelve strokes with the cane. Punishment strokes! Do I make myself clear, Miss Autumn?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied with far less enthusiasm.

I helped Miss Arianwyn stand. She was unsteady on her feet, and I had to support her. I looked at the four foxes on the floor and said, "Clean up this mess and go to bed. What you do when you get to bed it your business, but I will be giving out ten strokes with the cane for anyone who is late tomorrow morning.

"Mister Bartholomew, you may not wipe or wash your anus until tomorrow morning.

"You are dismissed once you complete your chores.

"Miss Arianwyn, you are with me.

"Good night!" I finished.

I proffered a crooked elbow to Miss Arianwyn. She glanced at it and then up at me. She smiled around her gag and took it. I was able to steady her enough to safely make the trip across the hall to my bedroom where even more play awaited her and me.

Once we were in my bedchambers, I closed the door and turned to my night's entertainment.

"Are you able to continue, Miss Arianwyn?" I inquired as I removed her gag. She had certainly already received some severe use tonight. While I wanted to enjoy her even more, I was prepared to put off my pleasure if it would result in actual damage to her.

"I- I'm okay, Sir," she replied with some uncertainty. "I've had... worse."

"I am sure that you have, but that does not mean that I should not check on your health. Quite frankly, breaking you is not a good idea if I want you to remain with me and be at my disposal in the future."

Miss Arianwyn bowed her head, closed her eyes and crossed her wrists in front of her. It was a most appealing submissive stance.

"I'm okay, Sir. What you did... really was not that bad. I'm not sure what you put inside me, but I'm horny as all hell right now," she informed me.

I laughed aloud.

"Between that warming agent and sexual stimulant, I am not surprised!" I told her.

I looked at her through slitted eyes.

"I am, however, surprised that you were able to take my fist all the way into your womb," I told her in a thoughtful tone. "Normally a vixen would have to either be very experienced at being fisted or have had a kit to allow me to do that."

Miss Arianwyn stared at me open-mouthed. I could see fear and more in her eyes.

"And I note that Mister Bartholomew is particularly protective of you as well as your preferred sexual partner."

My vixen took a step back in terror.

"You- You've seen the records! You know the truth! You know why we are here!" she said bitterly.

"No, I do not," I assured her.

That brought her up short.

"You didn't look?" she asked incredulously.

"No, and I have no intention of looking at them except to get your academic history. I want to make sure that you get the best education that I can force upon you," I assured her.

:You- You didn't look?" she repeated a confused voice.

"No, Miss Arianwyn, I did not," I reassured her.

The young silver phase vixen broke down into a paroxysm of tears. I sighed internally and walked over to her. I took her in my arms and held her. She grabbed me in a tight bear hug. I wrapped my arms tightly about her shoulders and waited for the crying to pass.

I wondered idly how badly damaged my five potential vulpine students were. To be sure, they had all been through quite a bit to get to this point. No one going through the reformatory system would be unscarred. At least mine seemed able to generally be able to handle what had happened to them and were reasonably well adjusted. They just seemed to be unready and unprepared for kindness from a wolf teacher.

I was surprised that it took Miss Arianwyn nearly ten minutes to eventually stop crying. Even then, she held me tight and occasionally sobbed. I reached down and lifted her muzzle.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she replied quietly.

"Go to the bathroom and wash your face. Take whatever time you need."

"Yes, Sir."

I watched her ass and tail sway back and forth, as she slowly walked to the bathroom. I smiled. I might not get lucky tonight, but I was looking forward to some fun with that rear end in the future.

It was strange in some ways, but I was definitely thinking of these five foxes as mine now. That was not a given, but I suspected that it would occur. It meant considerable fun for me, based upon what I had enjoyed so far.

I removed my clothes and set them aside. I placed the simple wooden chair in the middle of the room facing the bathroom. I found some anal lube in the nightstand and put it on the floor beneath the chair. I sat down and waited.

Miss Arianwyn did not dawdle. She was out in just a few minutes and appeared to be cleaned and refreshed from her brief respite.

"Come here," I instructed her.

She did as ordered.

"Stand in front of me," I told her.

She did are I asked.

I took her paws and looked up at her.

"You may not speak of what occurs here tonight with the others with one exception. You may tell them that I have not and will not look at your records except to get your academic transcripts.

"You may not tell them that I am not overly concerned with what is in them as far as grades. I know that teachers often give out failing grades just to allow them to punish students, at least for now. You may when the time comes to decide if you stay or leave.

"Is that clear, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir," she said.

"Are you still up for some more fun?" I asked. "You can say no. I do not want to hurt you or cause you real injury."

My vixen smiled broadly. She did not speak, but she did nod yes and seemed to genuinely mean it.

"Good!" I said. "I rather enjoyed having you over my knees, Young Lady. You forgot to call me 'Sir' several times, so I think that I will have to reprimand you for that!"

She opened her mouth to protest, but then realization dawned on her. She smiled and said meekly, "Yes, Sir. I have been a very bad vixen and need to be punished."

I placed Miss Arianwyn over my knees again. She took up the same position as before, but this time her side pressed hard against my naked erection. She could feel the heat of my shaft without the intervening cloth of my robes.

I reached between Miss Arianwyn's thighs and spread them wide. I smiled at the smell of her arousal. I ran my fingers over her wet slit. I was rewarded with a very sexual moan from her.

"I told Mister Bartholomew that I would honor his conditions, and I will," I told her as my fingers moved up to the pink rose of her tail hole. "But that still means you are getting very well buggered tonight!"

I laughed at her little squeak.

I let my right paw run over her ass. I cupped it, stroked it, squeezed it and played with it as I desired. Miss Arianwyn started to wriggle deliciously as I enjoyed her beautiful behind. I let my paw slip between her ass cheeks and rubbed her ass hole. I started gently and slow but increased my tempo and pressure steadily. It did not take long to get some very loud yelps out of her as she came.

I smiled and raised my right paw. I gave her a playful swat on her left cheek. It was not hard, but I apparently surprised her. She jumped and yipped.

I returned to stroking her butt. Every so often, I would stop and give her a firm but not very hard swat on one of her ass cheeks.

Miss Arianwyn appeared to enjoy the attention that I was giving her. Her movements increased with every swat, and she became increasingly vocal. I waited until I thought that she was on the edge again before delivering two quick smacks in rapid succession. She arched her back and tail. I reached underneath her body and found her hard clitty. I rubbed it with just the tip of my index finger. She yipped very loudly once before her entire body shook from another orgasm.

I did not relent. I continued to play with her clitoris. I was rewarded with another yip followed by a gush of female ejaculate onto my paw.

Miss Arianwyn was breathing hard. I slowed but did not quite stop my rubbing. It held her in a state of increasing sexual frustration, as she lay draped over my legs. She was unable to climax, but she was also being too strongly stimulated to come down to a pleasant afterglow either.

"You seem to have been having a very good time tonight, Miss Arianwyn," I told her in mock severity, "but you have not yet pleasured your Teacher! That is a rather bad oversight, would you not say, Miss Arianwyn?"

She stared at the floor and replied in a small voice, "Yes, Sir."

"I think it is time to correct that! Stand up and sit on my lap, facing away from me!" I instructed her.

She glanced at me and smiled to indicate that she knew where this was heading and approved. I am sure that she had done this many times before, but she certainly appeared to enjoy it.

Miss Arianwyn sat with her ass cheeks pressed against my pink shaft. I reached under the chair and took out the lubricant. I opened the tube and coated my shaft well.

Handing the tube to Miss Arianwyn, I told her, "Lubricate your tail hole, inside as well as outside."

The black furred vixen took the tube and rose to her feet. She bent forward and spread her legs wide. I had a perfect view of her pink anus and pussy framed against the jet-black of her fur. I smiled at the sight.

Miss Arianwyn greased up her right paw, reached back and applied a generous coating of lubricant to her crack and exterior of her anus. She recoated her middle finger, reached behind her and proceeded to coat her rectum. My smile broadened, and my tongue slid out just a bit as I started panting in anticipation. Precum was also starting to flow freely out of my dick as I watched Miss Arianwyn finger herself. Her breathing quickened as well.

Miss Arianwyn closed the tube and set the lubricant back down on the floor. She stood with her hands on her knees and looked back at me over her right shoulder. I took a few moments to enjoy the view before saying, "Mount me."

Miss Arianwyn grinned and took a couple of puppy steps back so that she was straddling my thighs. She placed her paws on my knees. Her hips descended.

My vulpine partner decided to play it a bit coy. Rather than just jumping onto my waiting spire, she ran it up and down the crack of her ass. Her silky fur rubbing against my erect cock was electrifying, and I was sure that she knew it. It took considerable self-control not to grab her by the waist and force her onto my penis.

Apparently, Miss Arianwyn was getting excited from the pleasant friction between our bodies as well. She moaned softly a few times before reaching between her thighs to take my shaft in her left paw. She held it steady as she lowered her body. My knob found her anus and entered it.

Miss Arianwyn paused and looked over her right shoulder.

"Sir," she said, "can you please sit on the very edge of the chair?"

I looked at her quizzically.

"I have something that I want to do, Sir," she explained.

Intrigued, I did as she wanted. She was still holding my knob in her anus and had to scoot forward with me, but that seemed to cause her no problems.

Once I was in position, she asked, "Can you please lean back as far as possible, Sir?"

:Would you prefer to take this to the bed, Miss Arianwyn? I asked.

"Not yet, Sir. Perhaps later. The chair is better for now."

Now I was really interested in what she would do as I sat there half reclining with my feet planted firmly on the floor. I did not have to wait long to find out.

Miss Arianwyn placed her paws on my knees. Using my legs to support herself, she lifted her legs and proceeded to do a pawstand on my legs. Her split legs and raised tail were truly a sight to behold from my premium viewpoint.

She did not remain in that position long. Instead, she started to slowly lower her body down onto my shaft. Inch after inch disappeared into her warm bottom until she reached my knot. I placed by paws beneath her, and stopped her from tying with me.

"Not tonight, Miss Arianwyn. We tie later," I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied, but I could tell that she was surprised and puzzled. I am sure that most if not all males she had mounted before had tied with her. She had no clue what I was doing, but I had my plans for the future.

Miss Arianwyn rocked her body back and forth. This caused my shaft to slide in and out of her behind. I was surprised by her control, agility and strength. She managed to support her entire weight on just her arms for nearly two minutes. She steadily increased her speed until I howled and shot my wad into her ass. I was so primed that it took only a few seconds to empty my balls.

As soon as I stopped cumming, I grabbed Miss Arianwyn by the waist and held her steady.

"Turn around," I told her.

I expected her to get off and climb back on facing me, but my silver-phase vixen surprised me again. She slid down onto my cock, bent her left leg, and proceeded to rotate her body while I remained lodged deep in her tail hole. To say the least, the feeling was electric. I orgasmed a second time and filled her bottom even fuller. That only caused her to smile more.

"Legs around my body and arms on my shoulders, Miss Arianwyn," I told her when I got my breath back several seconds later.

My vixen wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her body was tightly against mine. I took her in my arms and held her. All the while, my throbbing cock was thrust up to my knot into her rectum.

"You are quite the agile fox, Miss Arianwyn," I told her as I stroked her back and neck. "I saw that you were in gymnastics, but I did not expect an Olympic quality sexual gymnast."

She smiled and blushed at my compliment.

I pushed her head back and raised her muzzle so that she had to look at me.

"I meant it, Miss Arianwyn. That was very, very good!"

"Thank you, Sir," she said quietly.

I grinned and added, "Of course, now I am going to expect similar every time that we have sex!"

I laughed at her startled yelp before dropping my head and kissed her. My tongue slid past her lips, and I explored the interior of her muzzle for several minutes before I withdrew.

:How do you feel, Miss Arianwyn>" I asked.

:Horny, Sir," she replied.

I laughed.

"Would you like me to do something about that, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, Sir!" she replied enthusiastically.

I considered leaving her impaled on my shaft while we shifted positions, but rejected it for tonight. Still, it might be interesting to get her in bed and see how nimble and bendy she really was.

"Up, Miss Arianwyn," I told her.

My female fox rose. There was a bit if a pop when my shaft slid out. I saw her looking at the bed. I suspected that she expected to end up on all fours in the middle of it shortly, but I had other plans.

I stood and placed my paws around Miss Arianwyn's waist. I guided her to a standing position facing the chair.

"Kneel on the edge of the chair seat and lean forward, Miss Arianwyn," I told her.

She smiled and crawled onto the chair. She placed her paws on the top of the seat back and leaned forward. Expectantly, she looked back at me over her left shoulder.

"Muzzle forward, Miss Arianwyn," I growled with mock severity. She seemed to understand the game that I was playing with her. She turned around her head and lifted her tail high to her right. I smiled as she flagged. It was an offer that Intended to accept.

I stood behind my student and took a wide stance. I grabbed her waist firmly to hold her in place. I adjusted her hips until they were at the perfect height. Once she was properly positioned, I thrust hard. She yelped loudly as every inch of my shaft disappeared into her butt.

I thrust hard and fast. She was already well prepared from my attentions, and I met little resistance. Instead, her anal ring wrapped around my shaft and gave me the most pleasant sensations as I ran it in and out of her body.

Miss Arianwyn was rather vocal in her approval of my attentions. She said nothing but there were plenty of moans, yelps, groans and yiffs. These just spurred me on as I continued to mount her.

With a grunt, I climaxed and deposited another load of sperm inside Miss Arianwyn's rectum. The sensation of my hot seed splashing her interior walls set her off, and with several howls of pleasure she orgasmed as well.

I grinned and reached around Miss Arianwyn's hips. I had told Mister Bartholomew that I would not take his girlfriend in the pussy, but I never said that I would not finger her. A few gentle rubs, and I unlocked her magic lamp again. I was rewarded with both her cries of pleasure and a very wet paw. I was surprised at how frequently she ejaculated. I had never been with a female with her capabilities, and I was looking forward to exploring them more, if she chose to stay.

We continued to mate for some time. I had always had good sexual stamina, and these foxes were proving to be most stimulating. The combination of factors caused me to lead Miss Arianwyn to repeated mutual climaxes as I fingered her clitty and screwed her ass.

Eventually, I wilted. We retired to the bathroom and cleaned up. It was getting late, but I was not quite done with Miss Arianwyn. Before I let her shower, this time without me, I made her stand in front of the mirror. I pinched and player with her nipples until she gave a yelp and came. I then had her kneel and give me a quick blowjob to relieve my returned erection. She was okay, but I fully intended to have Miss Autumn give her extensive instruction in the coming months. There was no sense not improving the sexual techniques of all four of my other foxes when I had a true virtuoso in my stable.

After Miss Arianwyn had her shower and I dried her off, we retired to bed. I pulled her tight against me as we spooned in the dark room.

"Are you okay, Miss Arianwyn?" I asked. "You got used pretty hard tonight, and it is likely going to be a long day for you tomorrow."

"Will that include more fun with you, Sir?" she asked coquettishly.

"That depends on what you want, Ari," I told her as I nuzzled her neck.

Miss Arianwyn's body tensed,

"'Ari', Sir" she asked in a very confused voice.

"Ari, unless you would like another nickname for when we are alone and being intimate, Miss Arianwyn," I said.

"No!" She exclaimed hastily.

"I mean, no, Sir. You just caught me by surprise. Only... Only Bartie calls me Ari," she confessed.

"I can call you something else, if you would like, Miss Arianwyn," I told her as my paw began to rub her belly. I could feel her body begin to relax.

After several moments, Miss Arianwyn replied, "No, that's okay, Sir."

A few seconds later, she added in a somewhat confused voice, "I think I like the idea of you both calling my Ari."

There was another pause.

"What should I cal you, Sir?" she asked.

"'Sir', but only because it is safest. If you accidently slipped and called me anything else, I would have to publicly punish you very severely>" I told her. "My calling you Ari will be very limited, but when you do well, and we are alone, I may choose to use it."

"Did I do well tonight, Sir?" she asked. I could sense the smile in her voice.

"Oh, yes, Ari. You did very, very well tonight," I assured her.

"But it is very late, and we both have classes tomorrow. Snuggle in tight and go to sleep."

As I drifted off with my vixen student wrapped in my arms, I smiled. I was already looking forward to many more nights like this, if my five foxes stayed.