Detention Attention
Professor Katara Lightningfoot patiently sat waiting behind a large oaken desk within the school's old library. Rows upon rows of books sat upon wooden shelves, eagerly waiting to share the wealth of knowledge to the next student who so desired to learn. However, like many of the books, which had grown tattered and broken in over the years, the library too had begun to show its age. Fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed, some more noisily then others, while pipes rattled and 'tinked' as the broiler kicked to life with a bit of a struggle. Blue and gold school banners decorated the walls, though many were bleached away from light exposure while others began to curl and brown along the edges. All the while, the heavy smell of old parchment permeated throughout the library as a cheap pine air freshener vainly attempted to mask the odor.
To Katara, the old library was the closest thing to heaven on earth.
A new library was built just across the street, and even had a 3rd floor bridge that connected the old building to the new one. Plush leather chairs sat behind ultra-modern study desks, while the quiet hum of the many computers within those desks were drowned out by the sipping of coffee from the new coffee shop built upon the 3rd floor bridge, the continual tapping of keyboard keys as students searched through the online database, or the near muted babblings of world news as CNN played upon the large flat panel television which hung across from the coffee shop.
Professor Lightningfoot simply avoided the building, as it stood a monument against everything she held dear.
As a Doctor of History, Katara spent a good 20 years with her feline nose buried within the pages of some old tome about some war between some countries over some notion that would normally appear trivial to most people, but apocalyptically important those involved at the time. Naturally, with such an eager interest directed at the happenings of years long forgotten, she was offered a position to teach at the school she had spent half her life in. Something else grabbed the attention of not only her students, but her fellow professors as well as the director of her department.
She was only 25 years old.
Atop her feline head, light brown hair was twisted and pulled into a meticulously tight bun, held in place by two Number 2 pencils, one blue and one gold, showing her school pride. Upon the tip of her nose rested a pair of featherweight glasses, held together by a thin transparent plastic colored light blue. The black nose faded into her thick coat of golden yellow fur, which bore its own unique trait: spots.
A sudden knock upon the open doorframe startled Katara as those gray-green eyes lifted away from her book to settle upon her new visitor. A smile slowly crept across her muzzle as she instantly recognized the red furred fox that stood patiently by the entrance to the 'Medieval Europe' sector of the library. The Fox's chocolate tipped ears twitched nervously as his hazel gaze remained upon the Cheetah, as he adjusted the black shoulder strap of his backpack. With a white t-shirt tucked into baggy khaki pants, and an olive jean shirt resting loosely upon his shoulders, the fox blended into the academic surroundings as just another student trying to get by.
Katara on the other hand, knew better as she slowly closed the book in front of her, lifting a pawed hand to carefully slip her reading glasses to the tip of her nose as she peered over the rims, obtaining a much clearer view of her guest.
"Ah yes, Mister Dustin Moongazer. I'm so glad you finally made it." Not a change in her facial expression was made, and if she was sincere about seeing the foxen, only she was to know. "I do not take kindly to students screwing around in my class, Mr. Moongazer."
The fox simply bit his lip as his feet began to vie for ground beneath him. He soon made a habit of continually readjusting the shoulder strap while nervously watching the alluring professor.
"I'm sorry Professor Lightningfoot. I was simply . . ."
"Save it. Unlike half of the teachers here who turn a blind eye to such antics, I come from a far more classical school of education." She slowly stood and made her way around to the front of the desk, drawing a ruler into one pawed hand while beckoning to the fox with a crooked index finger from her other.
Dustin's gaze soon lowered as he stepped into the 'Medieval' book room, gently closing the door behind him. Another nervous habit took over as he involuntarily began to chew upon his lower lip with each step towards the Professor. His jaw simply dropped however, as his gaze settled upon the cheetah once more.
A simple white blouse adorned her chest, with sleeves half rolled and half scrunched just past her elbows. The blouse was tucked into a dangerously short plaid skirt, while a pair of sensuously curved legs wrapped tightly within white nylons gracefully dangled from the desk's edge. One black shoe lay upon its side on the floor while its opposite dangled from a single toe.
Watching the fox's tentative approach over the rim of her glasses forced a smile from her muzzle as spotted paw snapped out to grab at the front of his t-shirt, forcing his vulpine nose within an inch of her own.
"As I said," The cheetah hissed angrily through clenched teeth as razor sharp fangs poked into view at the corners of her mouth, "I believe in the old methods of 'enlightening' students."
With the fox off balance, accompanied by his uneasy steps, the second tug at the front of his shirt spilt his lithe form over her lap, balancing him upon her knees as he rocked slowly in the wake of her swift actions. Before the fog had even begun to clear from his surprise, the Professor obtained a firm hold upon the fox's comically oversized tail, pulling it high and tight to overbalance the fox to her advantage. A moment later, the ruler in her other paw was put to use.
Swack.
The wooden stick cut through the air with amazing speed and precision as it came down upon Dustin's rump, though the khaki pants softened the blow a bit, the ruler connected with both cheeks evenly. The fox yelped and jumped as his behind began to sting from both the blow and the tug on his tail that kept him upon tip toes over the cheetah's lap.
"Now that's hardly fair." Professor Katara complained, as the ruler was then set upon the desk to her side. One paw still roughly held Dustin's tail while the other reached around to wrestle with the button of the fox's khakis. With minimal effort, the pants were soon shimmied down his legs and left in a pool around his ankles.
Dusty whimpered and bit his lower lip a bit harder as the sting began to ebb from his backside, though his mind was far more interesting things. In his attempts to regain balance, the side of his muzzle caressed one of the professor's silken thighs, dipping into a particularly known fetish of his. Had the professor known this too, and planned on using the information against him? He offered no resistance as his pants were dropped, and managed to even sneak another quick nuzzle against her thigh before his tail was tugged overhead again.
Swack.
This time, the crack of the ruler on furred flesh echoed throughout the Medieval hall as Dusty bit into his lower lip, stifling his whimper. The Professor's own interest began to shift as she stared down at the little target presented to her. From the view alone, it was apparent the fox was a runner, relying on his leg strength over his upper body. He wasn't much to look at, almost scrawny in a sense, but with him bent over her knee, rump tensing and tightening in anticipation of another blow, her own arousal was difficult to keep hidden from the sensitive nose of the vulpine.
Swack. Swack. SWACK.
Three quick strikes descended upon the fox's behind, first to his left cheek, then to the right, while the final blow fell on what was commonly known as the 'sweet spot'. Below his rump, and just above his thighs, the ruler struck with trained precision as Dusty was unable to stifle his cries any longer.
"Isn't this better then copying a few hundred words and their definitions from a dictionary, Mr. Moongazer?" The Professor mused, setting the ruler down beside her. Both of the cheetah's pawed hands rested atop the fox's backside, kneading the tightened muscles with a little laugh.
With the sting of his rear slowly fading beneath the gentle attentions of the cheetah, his breathing began to grow a bit labored as the sensitive nose sniffed at the air, revealing Katara's enjoyment. 'Holy shit! She's getting off on this!' his mind screamed as the feline's musk grew heavier with each stroke of the fox's rump. In a daring move of his own, the fox lowered his head once again to nuzzle the sockings clad thigh, snaking out the long broad vulpine tongue against the nylon as his muzzle followed in with a soft kiss. He was again surprised by the Professor's attention to detail, as each little strand of fur was perfectly smoothed down against the hosiery.
My, my, you frisky little thing ..." Katara purred as a paw tentatively made it's way between his thighs, lightly fondling the fox's white furred sack. In response to her tender attentions, the fox's arousal became all too clear as his pointed tip pressed
eagerly against the side of her leg.
Dusty's eyes clenched tightly as his little kisses traveled the length of thigh, dancing along the boarder of the lacey stockings as the contrast of smooth nylon to silken fur encouraged his excitement. The fox's eyes clenched a bit tighter in concentration as the Professor lifted her leg just a bit, adjusting her position as the fox's length soon found itself nestled behind Katara's knee, held firmly within the sleek prison.
"Like that my little pupil?" The cheetah hissed again as she felt his shaft swiftly lengthen along her leg. She bit her lip as she took a guess at his length, unsure of an actual measurement, but knowing one thing was for sure; he'd fit quite nicely. Lifting her leg again to release the fox's rod, she placed her pawed hands on the desk behind her for support as she leaned back, a solitary eyebrow arched in a very suggestive manner.
Dusty groaned aloud in protest as the pressure around his shaft eased up. He opened his eyes slowly, taking deep breaths to calm himself as he noticed the eager expression that remained upon the cheetah's muzzle. Watching her lean back, he carefully slid off her lap, kneeling upon the old blue carpet to line his muzzle with her crotch. With another deep sniff through his vulpine nose, his eyes widened in shock as he lowered his gaze a bit more to notice the Professor's lack of panties! Taking the open invitation, he leaned closer between her thighs, and slowly opened his muzzle, letting his hot breath wash over her loins. Then, with a tentative lick, the fox's long tongue reached out to flick at the tiny nub hidden beneath its protective hood.
Katara gasped the sudden contrast of the fox's warm breath, to the considerably cooler wetness of his tongue drove her passion to a new height. The cheetah's little claws dug into the deck's surface as her gaze focused beyond her breasts, to the eager fox's head, which bobbed and rolled while guiding his tongue expertly around and even between her moistening lips.
With pawed-hands upon each of the cheetah's spotted thighs, the fox's muzzle remained buried beneath her skirt, inching closer with long swipe of his tongue to the sweet, honey-laden treasures.
With a feat of dexterity of her own, the feline professor bent her knees around the eagerly licking fox, manipulating his erection around silken clad toes. Dusty's low groan brought an added edge to his curling tongue, sending a subtle vibration along the length which washed over Katara, bucking her hips into his muzzle as her first orgasm washed over her like a miniature tidal wave. Her hands quickly grabbed at the vulpine's ears, pulling him tighter between her thighs as both feet pressed together, trapping his engorged shaft between the velvety foot-pads.
With her climax slowly subsiding, Katara continued to massage the fox's length, deftly gliding her feet along him, making sure he was ready for the task at hand.
"Mrr, come here you, and earn your grade . . ." The professor purred aloud, tugging lightly on his ears to pull him up from his knees and onto his feet, positioning his hips against hers. Taking his cue, his hands took the bottom hem of her skirt and hiked it up, bringing into the light, her lightly furred mound. His body inched closer as one hand came to rest atop her chest, gingerly unbuttoning the white blouse, while his other paw guided the tip of his length to her sodden entrance.
It didn't take very long for the dexterous hands of the fox to undo the cheetah's thick silken blouse, exposing the lacy bra that hardly contained the feline's ample chest. Though normally buried within her thick yellow fur, two little pink nipples played peek-a-boo just over the top rim of the white lace. As Dusty leaned forward to take the inviting breast into an eager muzzle, the pointed tip of his engorged shaft nestled between the cheetah's neither lips and smoothly slid within her.
Katara's chest rose and fell with each excited breath as his tongue delicately rolling around the professor's nipple. Forcing a deep purr from her throat as inch after inch of the fox's length plummeted within her hot depths, the cheetah's eager hips undulated in response as the fox's eyes closed tight when his pawed hand released his shaft, which was now committed upon it's course. His other paw was tenderly placed atop her other, unmarred breast as he kneaded the sensitive flesh.
Pressing his hips firmly against hers, Dusty held his position for many lingering moments, allowing the both of them to grow accustomed to the overwhelming sensations. The maddeningly tight squeeze around his length drove his lust to greater heights, while the cheetah shuddered beneath her student, reveling in the small but powerful little orgasm which washed through her as the long length made its way within her tight passage.
With an encouraging squeeze of the professor's thighs around his waist, the vulpine student slowly opened his eyes to meet the hungry gaze of the cheetah. A low growl ripped through her throat as her hands pushed against her lover's chest, forcing him back on his heels unrepentantly as the length buried within her withdrew from her sweltering depths. It was when only the last few inches remained within her; she dug her heels into his back, pulling the delectable rod between her fervent folds.
Engulfed by the overwhelming sensations once more, Dusty took another deep breath to regain control of both his body, and the situation. No longer needing the enthusiastic professor to goad him on, the vulpine's hips quickly began a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth as inch after inch disappeared and reappeared from the feline's limited vision between the valley of her breasts.
With the overly animated vulpine between her wide spread thighs, the feline reached up to pull his body close to hers, digging the irretractable claws into the thick fur upon his back. Her voluptuous body shivered as another murr of delight was elicited from the increasingly pleasurable sensations growing between her thighs.
Another presence soon made an appearance however as the student's endurance was sapped from his now frantic pace. With each long and even plunge within her, the palpable swell of the vulpine's knot forced the cheetah beneath him a bit wider then before. With one final thrust within her, the swelling knot pushed past her slick folds and into
the tightening grasp of her inner walls.
Violently thrashing beneath him as the swell at the base of the fox's length locked within her, Katara clenched her eyes tightly, gripping her student with her thighs to pull him closer still, forcing his once wild thrusts to a series of short quick jabs which focused the bloated knot to grind against her 'spot'.
With his body alit with the inner fires of passion and his mind clouded with the fogginess of lust, his pawed hands gripped the edge of the desk as his head snapped back in a low growl, releasing his pent up aggression deep within the feline's body, coating
her walls with his seed.
In sudden response to the erupting the shaft twitching within her, Katara's head snapped back as her own cries of ecstasy filled the small library room with her robust growl. Every fiber of her being focused upon the immense pleasure between her thighs, as her body thrashed uncontrollably in her throws of a powerful orgasm.
Both student and professor remained motionless upon the table, with only their chests rising and falling in deep breaths giving away any sighs of life. Moments slowly passed as the foxen remained tied within his feline lover, his head nestled beneath her muzzle as their heartbeats rang loudly in each other's ears.
A sudden knock upon the door startled the exhausted couple as the head librarian's voice was barely heard through the closed door.
"Dr. Lightningfoot? Are you still in there?"
Katara quickly sat upright with a look of panic across her muzzle as she put a finger to the fox's muzzle, shushing him, while she pointed under the desk with her other paw. Taking the clue, the weary fox rolled onto the floor, withdrawing himself from her with a little 'pop' and stuffed himself under the desk, pulling the chair in to further conceal himself. With her shirt in a pile on the floor at the far end of the desk, the cheetah quickly pulled her long, knee length, white dress coat off of the back of the chair, and hastily threw it on.
"Yes, yes, come in Dr. Lexington!"
The door gradually opened as an old badger stumbled in, the bulk of his weight supported upon an elegantly carved hickory cane. The cheetah was fastening the top button of her coat as she slid off the desk, guiding her foot-paws into her black shoes.
"Another good book, Dr. Lightningfoot?" The badger asked with a smirk upon his muzzle as he stood within the door's frame, noting the disheveled mop of hair atop the cheetah's head. "By the way, did your husband ever arrive yet?" He asked as that coy smirk continued to grow upon his muzzle.
"Uh, yeah," Katara replied, pushing her mind into overdrive to conceal her embarrassment, "He . . . He's in the bathroom. He'll be out shortly. We'll leave once he finishes."
Ah, alright. Be sure to lock the door when you leave. I'm going to check the lower levels, then head home for the evening." The badger offered the Professor a disarming smile before turning and stepping out of the medieval room. "Have a good night." Behind him, the door closed, echoing off the walls of the empty library.
The old badger leaned heavily upon his cane as he mustered every ounce of restraint in an attempt to hold back his laughter, replaying the little scene in his mind over and over again. The young and alluring professor, quickly dressing herself, while her husband's oversized tail wiggled out from beneath the desk.
"Ah, to be young again," The old Librarian mused, casually walking towards the elevator to finish his rounds, "Studying lessons of love."
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It's a overdone topic, but this is my little twist. Please write with comments, complaints or suggestions.