Clover poked her little fingers together and looked down at her toes. Her feather-duster tail hung limp behind her.

Dominic stood over her with folded arms, tapping his finger against his forearm. "Well?"

"Umm..." She didn't really have anything she could say for herself this time, but she knew her Daddy expected her to say *something,* so she said the first thing that popped into her mind. "I-it was an accident?"

"An accident," he replied flatly, while his honey-yellow eyes drifted from the little chinchilla to the mangled corner of the hallway wall. A chunk had been taken out of it at the base, and the breach was ringed with little bite marks. "And how did this 'accident' happen?"

"I-I, uh, I..." Her tail curled up, pressing more against her body, as her round ears went down. "I dunno..."

He crouched down to her level and lifted her chin with one finger so she would look directly into his eyes. "Clover..."

She whimpered. "I just wanted a nibble..."

Dominic let out air through his nose. He tried not to get too upset at Clover for what he knew was a teething habit. Canines stopped having these after their teeth grew in, but rodent cubs had their teething phase for a few more years before their teeth slowed down growing to a manageable rate.

"Didn't I give you a nibble-stick?" He tapped his finger on his knee, still keeping her chin up with his other hand. "Where is it?"

"I, uh, um..." She scuffed her heels against the carpet, blushing. "I might've... lost it, in the sandbox..."

"You lost it, huh?" Clover recognized that low growl in Daddy's voice and knew that she was really in trouble now. "Well then, looks like I need to give you something you *won't* lose while I deal with this." He held up a thick black muzzle with something strange on the inside.

Her ears raised up just a little at the sight of it. Wasn't she supposed to be in trouble? But when he pressed the strange thing inside her mouth, she realized it wasn't like the dildos that she usually had in there. This was some kind of ring that went all around her mouth and pressed around her incisors. This felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't object at all as he snapped the muzzle around her head. "Mmh!"

"You're going to keep that in for a while," he said, with a frown.

"Mmwmh!" She tried wiggling her lips inside, but the ring was secure around them. This felt tight and thick, and she could barely make sound through it. She rubbed the heavy material with both hands and looked up at him pleadingly. "Mmgmph!"

"No, little girl, this is a punishment." He picked her up and carried her over to the playpen. "It's not supposed to feel good."

"Mmmwh!" She pouted as he set her down, flopping down on the soft floor and crossing her arms.

"Giving me attitude will only make timeout last longer." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Daddy has to make some calls, so behave." With that, he walked off, his tail bushing out in stress.

*No fair!* "Hmmmmff..." Clover sniffled dramatically and gnawed the inside of the ring. To her surprise, though, grinding her teeth against it did feel kind of good, and helped ease her urge to nibble a little.

Really, Dominic had other reasons for giving her that special muzzle. It wasn't just a punishment, it was specifically designed for small cubs with powerful chewing urges. He grimmaced as he thought about all those little bite-marks on her dildo-gag, and realized he might need to retrofit some of her 'toys' to be more nibble-proof...

Not that Clover knew any of this. All she knew was that it was thick, slightly uncomfortable, and that she was in timeout for totally unfair reasons! It wasn't like anybody was *using* that wall corner, so what did it matter if she chewed it away?

She felt like this whenever Daddy put her in timeout for such little offenses. Do the chairs in the kitchen really *need* four legs? Does his desk drawer really *need* that handle? She crossed her legs, hugged herself with her arms, and huffed indignantly. If the grown-ups didn't want their stuff to be nibbled, then maybe they shouldn't make them out of stuff that felt so good to chew on! "Hmph!"

Well, he did tell her that she had to keep the muzzle on... But he didn't say anything about the rest of her clothes! She stood up with her round ears perked and pressed againse the corner of the pen, listening for what Daddy was doing on the other side.

"What do you *mean*, it'll take two days to get someone out here? I've got exposed wires and a small cub!" The exasperated dingo sighed as someone babbled on the other end of his phone. "Alright, alright, fine. If that's the earliest... How much will the repairs cost?" More babbling, followed by Daddy yowling, "*What?! That much?!*"

He was going to be busy for a while. She crept to the back of the pen, where she was the least likely to be noticed, and wiggled out of her clothes. The plush blanket felt soft on her naked bottom as she sat with her legs spread. She leaned back, resting her tail below her so it stuck out under her bottom. She spread as far as she could and started touching her most sensitive places.

First, she pinched at her nipples, shivering as they became nice and hard under her touch, before sliding her hand down to her folds and parting them. She stroked up and down her little bean with her middle finger while holding open her folds with her pointer and ring fingers. She fully relaxed on the plush blanket, laying down with her limbs spread out and moaning into the gag.

"Mmmhh~" Heat rose in her little bits as she stimulated them, and wearing a thick muzzle like this somehow made her bud feel that much more sensitive. If the naughty-muzzle was good for anything, she thought in a haze, it was making her naughty playtime better!

"Ahem." She squeaked as a familiar voice reached her from over the pen. She looked up to see Daddy resting his arms on the side, glaring down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Timeout does not mean 'playtime', little one."

"Mmf?" She pointed to herself and met his eyes with a very innocent look, tucking her tail between her legs so she could cover her moistened bits. "Mmwmmh hmmgh!" She shook her head.

He rolled his eyes. "Clover..."

Her ears drooped. He caught her, and she was probably getting a worse punishment now. He pulled aside the playpen wall and retrieved his naughty little cub, carrying her into the kitchen and setting her down in the high chair.

"You'll be finishing your timeout here," he said sternly, as he took her wrists and strapped them to the table, making sure she wouldn't try anything else.

"Mmmwh..." She pouted as her eyes watered. "Mmgmph!"

"Are you giving me more attitude?" He leaned in closer.

"Hmph..." She huffed, balling her hands into fists.

Without a word further, he grabbed her ankles and strapped them to the legs, keeping her legs apart. Then, he pulled a tight strap across her middle that would keep her from wiggling too much.

Her mood went from pouty to nervous as she knew what was coming up next. "Hmmh! Mmh!" She started to struggle as he ducked behind the chair, removing part of the bottom that was right under her privates. He replaced it with a different bottom that made two things poke at both her holes, and a third thing rest against her folds.

When he was done, he stood up again and looked down at his little girl. She whined and pulled on the straps. "Dmmdmh, nmmh!"

"Don't you 'Daddy' me, little one." He flicked a switch, and those two long things poked inside her holes, extending until they filled her up. She shuddered in pleasure, but knew it wouldn't last. The final thing on her folds pushed slightly in, resting gently on her bean. "You know better."

"Mmmwmgh!" She shook her head as those toys on her bits made her shudder. "Mmbmgmh! Fwmmh!" *I'll be good, please!*

He didn't give in to the little cub's pleading, even if she was very good at making cute faces, even through a muzzle. Actually, a small part of him thought she looked even cuter with a thick muzzle on, but banished the thought for now. He flicked on the switch that would turn on her toys, and left the kitchen.

"DMMDMH!" She called after him as the two toys in her holes began to push in and out of her, and that toy on her bean started to rub her up and down. She tried to clench her legs closed, but the straps kept them firmly apart. That rubbing toy was going to caress her little bean totally uninterrupted!

Shifting in the seat didn't work either. That strap made sure those toys in her holes could push in and out of her without obstruction. Clenching only made it feel better, and bucking only made them jitter slightly inside her.

Her tail didn't have any luck with those dildos either. The seat was closed on the bottom, and her tail poked through the back. She couldn't help but buck to the rhythm of their humping. When the first dildo left her slit, the one in her back end pushed in, and vice verca. The rubbing toy stroked down her bean as the toy in her slit pushed in, and lifted itself off her bean when it pulled out.

This pattern repeated until she was properly huffing and rocking back and forth, her cheeks turning red, her eyes glazing over.

But the little rubbing toy didn't press quite hard enough on her bean, and the dildos weren't quite rough enough. Her bits began to tingle with unfulfilled need as these toys teased her, denying her release while keeping her just at the edge of it.

She knew this would happen, but was powerless to stop it. Her bits were just too sensitive to ignore the stimulation, and no amount of shifting, struggling, or mmphing would stop their persistent, rhythmic assault. "Mmmph! Mmmgh! *Mmph!*" She tried to use her ankle straps to pull herself forward into the rubbing toy, but the strap on her waist held her firmly in place. She tried to wiggle her wrists from the straps that forced them to rest her arms on the table, but they were secure.

She even tried rubbing her tongue on the inside of her thick muzzle in the vain hope of pushing it off, to beg Daddy to end her torturous timeout early. But she could still barely make a sound through it, and if he could hear her, he wasn't having it anyway. "*MMMMMPH!*"

It didn't take very long for the toys to rub and tease all of her pouty little attitude out of her. By the time Dominic returned, she looked perfectly repentent as she squirmed in her seat. That special model he found in a catalogue was really paying for itself.

He walked up to her and placed his hand on her head. "Ready to behave yourself?"

"Gmmph!" She nodded, still bucking to the rhythm of those toys, her legs shaking, her bits throbbing. "Mmhmm!"

"Good girl." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then turned off her toys. He replaced the back of the high chair and stroked his hand through her hair. "And are you sorry for making a hole in the wall, and throwing a tantrum?"

"Mmh!" She nodded again, bits still tingling. *Daddy! Lemme out!* Or at least finish what the toys started! Her legs pulled the straps as her little butt squirmed against the hard plastic chair.

Dominic looked down at his cute little fluffball squirming in her seat, her eyes begging him for the kind of attention only he could give her while her little wrists were securely strapped to the high-chair's table. He was keenly aware of that tight feeling in his pants, as the sound of his little girl's desperate mmphing made him pitch a tent.

He *really* needed to find more excuses to put his little cub into bondage.

"HMMMMPH!" She rocked in the chair, and he thought her little clit must surely be burning for attention. "MMMMPH!!!"

Gently, he nuzzled her forehead and placed his hand over hers.

She stopped squirming for long enough to look up and rub his nose with hers. *I love you, too. Now lemme finish!* She went right back to fussing.

He chuckled, then slowly crouched down until she could no longer see his head for the table. "Hmm?" Then she felt his whiskers tickle her thighs, and his hot breath on her privates. "Mmh!" Her mood changed instantly from desperate squirming to excited anticipation as she realized what was about to happen.

His warm tongue was like a balm on her madly tingling bean. It stroked up and down, rubbing those pent-up tingles right out of her. Her squirming turned into rhythmic wiggles, interrupted by the occasional shudder. She panted, enjoying every stroke from Daddy's tongue, wiggling whenever his breath tickled her pelvis.

Finally, his tongue pleasured her into her long-awaited release. She arched up in the seat, pushing against the strap over her middle while her legs stretched out as far as those ankle-straps would let them. Her hands pressed against the table, and she moaned hard into her muzzle. "Hmmmmmph~"

He let her come down slowly, nuzzling her pelvis and standing up straight. "That was a big one!"

"Mmhhh~" She slumped in the chair, her eyes half-open.

He smiled at just how cute his little girl looked right now. He unfastened her straps and picked her up out of the high chair, carrying her out into the living room and laying down on the couch with her so they could snuggle like they usually did after he played with her.

"Hmmph?" Clover stirred, then looked behind her as her tail fell onto something poking up from Daddy's pants. She sat up and turned around, then giggled as she saw his tent. She wiggled off his lap and sat just below his groin, resting her velvety nose on his pants-covered tip. "Hmm?"

"You want to play with Daddy, huh?" His smile turned into a grin.

"Mhm!" She pressed her muzzle against his shaft, then pointed to it and tilted her head. "Hm?"

"Can you do that without nibbling?" He frowned, his pointed ears flicking.

She nodded.

"Really?" He sat up. "All those marks on your toys say otherwise."

"Mmh!" She pouted, nudging his tip with her nose a little harder. "Mwmmh fwmmh!"

He tapped a finger against his knee, then grabbed something off the coffee table. Then he used his other hand to unfasten her muzzle. It came off with a little difficulty as he had to carefully take the odd device off her teeth, but as he ran his finger along her incisors, he noted there was no damage and she didn't seem at all harmed.

She giggled as he checked her teeth and planted her lips right around that finger playfully. "Hmhm~"

Chuckling, he bent over and planted a kiss right between her ears.

She popped his finger out of her mouth and wiggled closer to his groin, spreading her legs so that her ankles rested on his thighs, with his tent right against her middle. She placed both her hands on the shaft and rested her lips on his concealed tip. "Play?"

He held up the item he retrieved from the coffee table, a simple ring-gag. "Only if you open up and let me put this on you."

Her tail flicked up and down in excitement. She opened her mouth and let him slip the ring in her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as he fastened the strap behind her head. "Ah~ Haha~"

With that, he leaned back on the couch, clasping his hands behind his head. "Go ahead, then."

Without wasting another second, she yanked down his pants, making his rigid cock flop out and boop her nose. She grabbed it in both hands and ran her tongue up and down the shaft.

He silently moaned and began to pant. "Remember what I said about the tip," he breathed out. "It's the most sensitive part."

"Ohkhay~" She popped it in her mouth and ran her tongue all over it. He shuddered, moaning louder and beginning to leak pre as he watched his little girl eagerly tongue-massage his glands. His cock throbbed at the sight of her nude body, at the feeling of her crotch pressed against his balls, at her little fingers working up and down his shaft.

He knew she was nibbling that ring, too. The ring gave just enough that her little teeth harmlessly grazed his tip, making the experience that much more arousing.

"You're doing wonderfully, Clover." He reached down to rub her head between her soft ears. "That's my good little girl. Get ready..."

"Ah?" She felt his cock twitch harder in her hands, then squeaked as it pumped hot cum out onto her tongue and face. Her mouth, forced open by the ring, couldn't stop it from running down her chin and onto her tummy, painting her front an off-white color. She looked up at him, mouth coated in his seed, little bits of it on her cheeks, still holding his softening cock in both hands.

Sometimes, he wished he had a camera on-hand.

"Very good!" He grabbed a towel from beside the couch - he liked to keep one nearby just in case - and wiped them both off thoroughly before picking her up and resting her on his lap again. "You like playing with Daddy, huh?"

"Uh-huh!" She nodded, tong lolling out of her mouth from the ring. "Cah 'oo wuv meh s'mowh?"

He nuzzled her. "I'll rub you some more in a bit." He loosened the strap that held her ring in, then set it aside. "For now, look what I found." He held up a fresh nibble-stick, a toy made of very hard wood that was perfect for her teething problem.

"Oh!" She took it happily and started to gnaw on it. "Fanks, daddy!" She said over the stick.

"Don't lose this one." He petted her back, then sat up with her, not bothering to put his cock back in his pants as he placed her on his lap. The two of them snuggled on the couch, with Dominic rubbing his cub's soft belly while she happily chewed on her stick.

At last, the little nibbling sounds slowed down, and she started to lose her grip. He caught the stick before she dropped it and set it on the coffee table, then picked her up and laid back with her. She was already half asleep by the time he put a blanket over them both, and it didn't take long for her to fully succumb to the call of nap-time.

*She looks so peaceful like thi-* He didn't even get to finish the thought as he realized she was nibbling on his shirt collar in her sleep. He debated on pulling it out of her mouth, but didn't want to wake her up.

What was a little nick in his collar, anyway? He sighed and just accepted this part of being a parent. It was worth it, anyway, for such a cute little fluffball.

Even if she did cause this much trouble! He glanced at the hole in the wall ruefully. Well, that was a problem for tomorrow... He put it out of his mind and began to doze off himself.