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The elementary school terrified the little fox as he stood before the entrance. It was his first day of Kindergarten and his first time away from his dad. Mikey held his puffy tail in front of him, whimpering before looking up at his father. He gave a small pleading look hoping he didn't have to go but knowing deep down he had no choice.

Well, Mikey, are you excited for your first day?'' Ashton said with a smile. The kit just stared with wild scared eyes trying not to cry.Don't cry now, my big boy.''

The doors were opened by the staff to let the guardians of the next generation walk their kids to the appropriate room in the building. The sign over the doors welcomed the students and family to the grand opening of the Big Elm Elementary school. Mikey couldn't read the sign, not just yet, but he'd heard his dad talking about how great a facility it would be for the younger generation.

The classroom was packed with cubs and adults alike. The parents or guardians chatted and introduced themselves, those that weren't from the neighborhood. The cubs played with toys that had been left on the tables. The kit noticed that the tables were small enough for him but not the adults. The chairs were the same, all gathered around the circular tabletop.

Mikey sat down next to his friend Alex. They had been playground buddies since Mikey and his family moved into the Grove. Alex was playing with some green clay while trying to keep it from getting stuck in his fur.

``Hey, Mikey.'' Alex greeted without looking at the fox. Mikey couldn't tell what the wolf was making but he knew that look of concentration when his tongue was sticking out the side of his muzzle. Alex was an arctic wolf that could get dirty just by sneezing. His snow-white fur couldn't cover much of anything, but it did hide the tale tell signs of other activities they tried in the past.

``Hey, Alex, Wha' chu makin'?''

``I dunno,'' the wolf replied before giving up and smashing the dough on the table. The clay dyed his paws green, but he didn't care.

``I'm glad chu here.''

Ashton smiled as he watched his son spending time with his friend. It reminded him of his first day in school. He had been just as apprehensive and nervous, but he eventually grew to like school. He took his chance to slip out with the rest of the parents, so the kids could adapt to being without their parental guardians.

Alex and Mikey were excited when they could cuddle together during nap time. Alex was curious about the sound of crinkles his friend would make when he walked. He waited until they were under covers before he slid his paw down, as he tended to do when he was playful and pressed his hand against the plastic covering. Mikey pushed his friend?s hand away and flattened his ear with a growl.

Are you? still wearing a diaper?'' Alex whispered in curiosity.You still pee da bed?''

The kit just rolled over and covered himself. Alex persisted to bother the embarrassed cub.

``Why yew won answer me?''

``Leave me alone.'' Mikey protested. With a smirk, Alex leaned in and bit the scruff of his friend's neck. Mikey turned and pushed Alex harder than he intended before standing up.

``Don touch me.'' He yelled trying not to cry. The silent classroom erupted with cries from the students as they were woken from their sleep. Mrs. Deblois, the den mother badger, strolled up on the standing child.

``What is the meaning of this?'' she shouted softly. Mikey could see the mix of anger and a gentle understanding, but it didn't help. He stepped one foot on the other and wrung his hands behind his back. He didn't want to be in trouble and the welling inside him made it harder.

``Young man, you'll answer me this instant.''

Mikey tried, again, to stem the tears that wanted to flow as his diaper filled with his fear.

You need to weave me alone.'' He cried to the teacher.Yew no my daddy. You just a meanie that made me wet myself.''

``Oh dear, you need to come with me.'' The badger said taking the kit by the hand. Mikey wrenched his paw from hers and stepped back.

``No, I no go wif yew.'' The cub cried. When the teacher went to grab his wrist again he slapped it away.

``Fine, stay right here while I call for your father.'' She huffed. As she turned to leave Mikey threw himself at her leg.

NO!'' he pleaded.No call daddy. I no wanna be in trouble.''

* * *

Mikey sat in front of the principles office. His feet didn't reach the ground, so he kept his legs crossed. They swung in a light rhythm worried about his punishment when he got home. His dad wasn't strict by any means, but his discipline was a little hard to handle sometimes.

The shadow that loomed over him like a cloud on a grey day caused him to wet his diaper once more. He tended to enjoy the feeling of a soggy diaper but on this day, it wouldn't comfort him. The comfort he knew would be part of the sentence that his father would carry out followed by the real hard lesson. The lessons and punishment weren't terrible as they were pleasurable, but he didn't like them enough to go looking for trouble.

I'm very disappointed in you,'' Ashton said with a sigh.Not even your first day of school and already you're causing trouble.''

``but...'' the kit tried to protest but was cut off by his dad.

I don't want to hear it.'' The kits father replied taking him by the hand. The older fox picked his son up with care and held him on his hip.What am I going to do with you.?''

Mikey knew it was a rhetorical question. If he had answered that his punishment would be extended.

``Let's get you home and cleaned up.''

* * *

The little kit knew what to expect when he got home. His father always kept his punishment readily available. It looked innocuous to any who entered Mikey's bedroom. Some would think that he was either special needs or still holding onto being a little baby. They would be partially correct in thinking as much. It was his father, Ashton who kit the kit's room as a nursery with a crib and child's bed. What scared and thrilled Mikey was the changing stand that hid a little secret in the corners.

As soon as the cub walked into the room he knew his father had already made plans. From the hidden corners were straps and stirrups. Ashton had a different view on punishment that was pleasurable to a point. Once he had you feeling pleased then the real punishment began.

``Strip,'' Ashton said with slight authority. The kit stood still a moment while his father moved to check on the straps. Mikey watched and undid his pants. They slid to the floor and stayed about his ankles leaving exposed his still wet diaper. His father walked back over to him holding two items in his hands. Both would be devices used with the only choice being which would be used first.

Ashton waited until the kit pointed out the muzzle gag he held. ``Open your maw then.'' He murred hiding a smile. Mikey closed his eyes and opened his mouth just wide enough to have the knotted dildo shoved in and strapped. The straps slide around his muzzle then disappeared behind his head. It was locked in place and could only be removed by Ashton.

The cub whimpered as he felt the diaper slip away allowing his hardening shaft to feel the cool air of the room. His father rolled up the soggy mess and disposed of it in the diaper genie by the crib. Mikey tugged on the shirt he still had on trying to hide from the cold but also his father from the second device he held.

The fox folded his arms and tapped one foot while gazing impatiently at the kit. Mikey met his gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. He raised his arms above his head leaving his father to finish installing the other device. Ashton had other ideas to take his time. He had knelt and placed one arm around his son and licked his nose. It wasn't until the fox had pressed into a kiss that he placed on the tiny chastity cage over the kits hard cock. Mikey whimpered at the tight feeling of plastic on flesh, straining to contain the joy of a cub.

Mikey offered up no more resistance when his shirt was pulled over his head leaving him bare. His father picked him up and carried him over to the faux changing table. The table wasn't uncomfortable. While Ashton was a strange disciplinarian he felt comfort was a good way to relax the tensions before shifting gears.

The fox laid his son on his back then rubbed a paw over his tummy fur. Mikey murred through the gag enjoying the gentle caress. Without being told he moved each arm to be bound by the straps. Ashton smiled at the submissive little kit and took his time in placing each cuff around the youth's wrist. The cuffs were made from the same leather material that once been found in the asylums. Thick black leather lined with wool to protect the wearer while maintaining the strength to restrict movement when pulled taut.

Ashton turned his attention to the belted restraint on either side of the kit's waist. Like the cuffs, it was made of the same hospital grade material. Like the others, it had notches in it for the brass posts. It had two rows of holes to allow for growth and provide the strength of resistance against struggles for release. The strap slid over the brass poles until it couldn't go any further. Ashton thin slid the posts up into the closest holes before tucking in the extra leather ingot a loop.

Mike shivered from the gentle touches and warm feeling of his father paw. The last was the stirrups. Normally provided for an expecting mother, Mikey only knew them for one purpose. They were to keep him from shutting his legs while he was being punished. He'd already lay each leg in the device to be strapped down. His father smiled as he took his time with each leg. The restraints were located at the thighs and ankles. Unlike the straps at the wrists, the leg cuffs had no play in them once they were belted.

The ratcheting sound of satisfaction was music to Ashton's ears. The lever he pulled brought the wrist straps taut leaving no wiggle room for his son. He didn't want resistance when he started into his punishments. He enjoyed these moments with his son despite mostly being as punishments. It was still a bonding experience that provided both with an intimate closeness they enjoyed. The difference between the punishments and true compassion was always at the end.

Mikey didn't move his tail, nor did he have it up over his hole to hide from the fate he knew was coming. A longing feeling for his father made the moment stretch on in palpable anticipation. His father smiled dragging the moment by slowly removing his clothes. He knew how much Mikey wanted to feel him. The love he would spread deep inside. He chuckled at what other loving warmth he would provide this time.

With clothes fully stripped, and his cock thick and full, Ashton slid between the stirrups to press a paw over the too tight cage between Mikey's legs. The cub whimpered at the touch.

Now, now,'' Ashton cooed.You'll be keeping that on for a while. Do you understand me?''

Mikey nodded slowly. He took in long deep breaths to help relax his small frame. His father was larger than he was and had to prepare his hole for the inevitable insertion. Ashton pulled out the baby lube he kept close-by. It was meant to be used with a rectal thermometer but would be used on something bigger.

The slick liquid was warm to the touch. It was made to be warm in any temperate so as not to be uncomfortable to cubs. Ashton rubbed it over his pulsing member making sure to get the knot as well before putting more on his finger. He slid his finger over Mikey's hole taking great care to cover every inch with a little extra before pressing his finger deep inside. Mikey moaned through the cock gag at the warm gentle touch. The pressure was light and provided enough to help the cub relax a little more.

Ashton took the moment to press his shaft against the tight hold. The expandable opening gave way to his tip. He pushed slowly so as not to hurt his cub. While a disciplinarian he was not a sadist. The fox murred at the warm interior as it enveloped his thick shaft. It'd been some time since he last punished his son and knew f he didn't reign in his urges he would cum too soon and ruin a good bonding moment.

Mikey whined and flattened his ears wanting more of his father in him. He wanted to feel his father's love but knew it wasn't up to him on how long it would take. He was still learning to take the knot, even if it was still too big. He was training with each punishment, but it would be time and a growth spurt.

The full length of his father's shaft pushed hard against his prostate making him whine and moan. With the pleasure brought drips of pre flowing from the tip of his own shaft into the uncomfortably tight cage. The pressure eased slowly with his father pulling back until only the tip remained. There was a moment of pause before his father shoved his shaft back in attempting to insert the knot too. Again, a mixture of mons and whines escaped from his bound muzzle. His eyes were tightly shut when he felt the blindfold wrapped around his head. He hadn't been expecting the addition, but it provided a new feeling of excitement.

Mikey's body rocked with each slow hard thrust. Each thrust was an attempt to get some semblance of the knot through the tight passage. Ashton was still holding back not wanting to hurt his son but also attempting to hold back his need for release. The warm tight feeling of his son drove him wild with each thrust. It had been some time since they could bond, and he had lots of pent-up energy. To show some restraint he'd learned patience over time. Each time he felt he would be getting close he would stop. Mikey could feel the pulsing of his father's shaft at those moments. H would tighten his hole around the shaft teasing it to spew forth the pent-up love he knew would flood his cavity.

The fox shivered and panted trying to keep from release. It was pushing into unbearable forcing him to choose, finish and fill his son with love or hold off until another time and deal with blue balls. The prospect of dealing with aching balls was not something he could handle but before he could make a proper decision reflexive instinct forced his hand. He growled slamming hard enough to shove his knot in his son. The knot wouldn't fit causing Mikey to cry out in slight pain but faded to a murr at the warmth that flooded him. There wasn't any room for the seed to push out between the shaft and the walls of his hole. The pressure had no place to go causing his belly to expand slightly.

Huff, alright Mikey,'' Ashton panted.Now for your true punishment.''

Along with the feeling of the pressure of love flowed a new pressure extending the cubs belly a little more. Ashton had flooded him with urine in a loving personal enema. The kit shivered and tried to fight the binds. He knew it wasn't over either.

Ashton had to be quick in switching his own shaft in place for the inflatable knotted plug. A little bit of the semen and piss mixture leaked out on the table leaving a small stain. The fox didn't pay much attention as it wasn't the first time, and certainly not the last, they would leave a mess.

The air bulb to the toy was detachable and durable. It housed a one-way air valve that could be reversed with a simple twist. For now, it would allow the flow of air into the plug. The first squeeze produced a loud moan from the cub. He was panting heavily struggling between breaths to escape the bonds.

Another squeeze caused the cub to cry a little from the mounting pressure being forced against his prostate. It would be pleasurable, but it would take two more squeezes to push the cub into a need for a release like his dad.

Three, Four, and barely a fifth. Mikey knew he was locked tight with his father?s love and punishment deep in him. It wouldn't be enough to just linger a moment or two. The cub could feel the bonds being removed just as slowly as they were instated. He couldn't move being full and extended at the waist. His paws cupped over the bulge like a pregnant vixen cooing over growing cubs.

I'm not done,'' Mikey heard his father say.You tried to resist again.''

His rear was lifted a moment with a diaper being placed under him. His tail was threaded through the hole before being strapped around his midsection. He always wore diapers but rarely ever with a chastity cage. Another thing he didn't expect was the locking straps that would hold the diaper in place.

``Your timed punishment will be to stay like this and bound in a baby swing for five hours.''

Mikey cried and whimpered. It was alright for him to cry if he didn't offer resistance. Resistance extended the time of punishment.

The baby swing Ashton kept was big enough for the five-year-old kit. It had been modified to bind the cub's arms and body. It also kept him seated so the inflatable couldn't fallout from the internal force.

Mikey whimpered when his rear felt the plastic-coated swing pressing against the tight plug. The feeling brought another wave of pre from his bound shaft. Time crawled in the darkness as his wrists were tied once more. This time they were put in binds that didn't provide any play. The last strap was a harness strap over his shoulders and between his legs. The strap didn't help as it pressed into the chastity cage and finally tightened by his father.

Ashton wiped his brow before moving to give the crank a few turns. On the bar above the kit was a meter showing time in hours. The red arrow moved to the left through the numbers until it reached five. The swing moved forth and back slowly providing some comfort to the cub. It didn't matter if the cub fell asleep or not. Ashton would still be there to end the punishment and hold his boy with tender love.

The fox wouldn't leave the room when his cub was being disciplined. To do so would feel more like torture and seem apathetic. He shared the room with his son each night anyway. They shared the little bed both to sleep and in intimacy. Given how tired he was he would fall asleep with an ear listening for the buzzer to sound five hours later.