Theft Doesn't Pay: Part 1.
[Note: This is short, which is my intention. If it's well recieved I'll continue with part 2 and if not, well I don't know. I want your opinions on this story, mind you it may not be for the faint of heart. I had a little trouble writing it myself due to the scene, heh.]
Theft Doesn't Pay
Part I
This doesn't seem so bad, thinks Luki. The fox is tied up to a post in a cell, four walls of dark gray bricks and a rusted locked gate. Not even a window to look out of, but at least a nearby torch barely illuminates the darkness. It feels like hours, but it was simply minutes since the executioner left to fetch his tools. None to soon, the menacing seven foot black furred wolf comes back with a worn short brown leather whip in his left hand.
"Alright Luki, it's time for your punishment. You're to receive twenty lashes for your crime of theft from the royal family," the wolf says as he closes the gate behind him and hangs the large metal key ring on a nearby nail. His wild yellow eyes look over the fox, hands pulling and ripping the thin white shirt that Luki was wearing to expose his back. His hands then pull down the light brown trousers to expose his ass and the back of his legs.
The wolf then steps back, uncurling the whip and letting it roll out on the ground before jerking it back, "We shall commence with your punishment as of now," the wolf says then brings the whip lashing forward and across the fox's backside which immediately forms a welt beneath the reddish orange fur. The wolf waits, and then delivers another in the opposite angle, this time the whip biting into the fox's right ass cheek and part of his back.
The fox says nothing in retaliation, only crying out loudly as the whip bites into his flesh. The searing pain causing the fox to arch his back and before he can even relax he feels the second one catch over his lower back and ass causing the fox to buck and pull against the bindings holding him place.
The wolf continues to perform dutifully as he administers another crack of the whip across the fox's bare back and ass. Back at one angle, and then another as the wolf delivers another seven lashes that leaves the fox's back and ass covered in several welts, but somehow not breaking the skin and causing any bleeding. After the tenth one, he comes to rest and lets the pain sink in a little.
The fox cries out at every lash, tears heavily running down his face as he feels each and every stroke hit home and tear into the sensitive flesh. Strangely, the fox was aroused. His cock bouncing about as the fox continues to shake violently as the wolf continues to dish out every lash with expert precision. He sobs loudly, thankful as the executioner stops, but knew this rest wouldn't last for long for sure.
The wolf sits his whip down on a wooden bench and picks up the leather paddle he left here prior to the fox being stationed in this cell, "Due to your behavior during your first ten lashes, your sentence for the other ten will be lightened to a paddling," the wolf states, his voice rather void of any real emotion. He slowly steps behind the fox, paddle in hand and gently pats leather wrapped wooden paddle against his ass before heaving it back and then swings it forward. The tough leather meets the fox's rump with a loud SMACK and creates a cruel sting quickly. The wolf doesn't give the fox a moment to relax and delivers the other nine quickly, but as hard as the first which rapidly causes the flesh beneath his fur to redden burn and sting.
The fox sighs in relief, yet his relief is short lived as he hears his "lightened punishment". He can do nothing but whimper as he feels the leather caressing his rump, then a rush of air followed quickly by the paddle as it slams into his backside causing the fox to let out a terrible cry. His cry suddenly stops as the shock of the second smack takes his body and from there the fox just breaks out into a wild sobbing with stuttering cries as the wolf repeatedly spanks his backside with the paddle till finally it landed for the rest time. His back stings, burns along with his rump, yet his cock throbs pleasurable despite the severe amount of pain coursing through his body.
The wolf walks over calmly, his ears perking to the cries of the fox as he sets the paddle down on the bench then stroll back over to the fox, "Alright, this punishment has been fulfilled. Tomorrow you're to be carried out to the royal family's horse stables for your next punishment. For now, you'll be allowed to rest," the wolf says as he undoes the bindings and walks away as the fox falls to the floor. He then grabs his paddle, the whip; the key then makes his way out. He closes the door and locks it before making his way down the hallway.
The fox can only ponder, musing over what punishments could be done in such a peculiar place. Too tired to do anything about his horniness, he slowly gathers himself up and stumbles toward the poorly made bed with just a single thin mattress of cotton on an old wooden bench. He lies on his stomach to avoid any further agony and irritation to his wounds and slowly closes his eyes, exhaustion eventually winning over the pain as he drifts off to sleep.