“Well, this is certainly an interesting report.”
	Two people sat in a small office discussing their latest client. One was the instructor who had just spoken, and the other was the secretary behind the desk. “Indeed,” she replied. “It would appear that our latest client is at his wit's end.”
	The instructor sat on the couch opposite his secretary's desk, looking over the file handed to him again. The building their office was situated in was famous for one thing: discipline. People often had ill-behaved pets of one variety or another. Usually, they were still cubs and could be taught proper behavior. While this, at first glance, appeared to be a similar case to the multitudes the instructor had seen, there were a few variables that made it unique.
	Not the least of which being the number of offenses this one cub had apparently committed.
	“Seven counts of ruining furniture by grinding against it, four counts of escaping her leash and undressing in public...oh my, five counts of sneaking onto her master's computer to look up some explicit material.” He chuckled. “Sounds like quite a handful.”
	“And yet, when he first brought her in, she was perfectly behaved.” The secretary rested her chin in her hand, and her elbow on her desk. “The most uncouth thing our workers saw her do was playfully tug at her leash when her master tried to hand her off to them, and even he didn't appear too frustrated.” She sat up straighter and passed him the second bio file she'd been holding. “Once the workers had her in tow, she followed obediently. Although, I heard from one of them that she giggled and nipped at his thigh, and tried poking her nose in his pants.”
	“Sounds more mischievous than malicious,” commented the instructor. “Apparently she was only led in with a leash and collar, no added restraints.” He stroked his chin as he thought. “Definitely not like some of the cases we take on.”
	“Like the one from last week?” His secretary recalled a particularly stressful session where a young fox boy had to be wheeled in, wearing heavy cuffs and a thick muzzle. He spent most of that session yelping and snarling, and was not at all responsive. It would take several subsequent sessions to train a cub like that. “Can't say I'm looking forward to [i]him[/i] returning,” she added.
	“Hm, well, that's just part of the job.” The instructor looked over the mundane details of their current task and put the other one out of his mind. He pulled out a small picture of the client and his pet. “Cute,” he remarked. She was also a fox cub who might have been around ten, sitting on her master's lap for whoever took the picture and smiling brightly. She had soft white fur and wore a blue-and-white skirt with some matching shoes and socks. The fact she stayed on his lap without him even holding a leash, as well as how relaxed her hands looked, negated any theory of abuse the instructor had previously formed.
	He took a second to also look over the vet history and make sure she'd been given all her proper treatments. “Certainly well cared for,” he said, as everything appeared in order.
	“Indeed. Nothing about this adds up.”
	“Oh, I still have some ideas,” the instructor said, as he stood. “Did her master say how he punished her bad behavior?”
	“He doesn't believe in certain conventional training methods, and would rather we not use them either,” she answered. “Nothing that would leave a lasting mark. It's why he asked for you specifically.”
	That made sense. His training philosophy was less extreme than some other instructors. “Not everyone responds to force, and from what I've been told so far, she does respect his authority enough to heel or come when called.” He neatly stacked both folders in his hands. “No, I think there's something else going on here.”
	“You think he might neglect her in...other ways?”
	He knew what she referred to. Pets her age were often quite...energetic. They required a lot of attention that not everyone was entirely able or willing to provide. You could usually tell when a master wasn't giving their pet enough 'special' attention when said pet would grind their loins against various things in public or attempt to find pleasure and release from other pets. “That is more in-line with what I was thinking as well,” he said at last. “But according to him, they have a session every day so that she could relieve those urges.” He couldn't stop himself from a slight upturn of the lips. “Apparently she is both eager to please and very easily pleasured.”
	“Could be a special case where she needs more,” the secretary said absently. “We've met those before, and usually pointing their masters to certain toys they can use for them is the answer.”
	“True, and I will definitely be gauging her overall libido during our session,” he said as he turned toward his office. “Is she ready?”
	“She was prepared for your session about ten minutes ago, two of our rookie workers were the ones to set her up.” She waved dismissively. “I figured, since they were new, they could use the practice on an easy subject, and she was apparently very compliant.”
	“I'll have to remember to give her a good mark for that, then,” he said, and opened the door to his office. “Hold my calls for the next half-hour or so.”

* * *

	He closed the door to his office and turned the small latch on the knob to lock it. His place of work was fairly unremarkable; a desk and chair in the right corner with a computer and some physical files on top, as well as a few boxes and tables neatly around the walls which contained instruments for his work.
	His attention was on the center though, as he considered the subject of today's session. She looked like the picture offered in the case file, minus her clothes, which sat folded neatly on a nearby stand. She was seated in a simple wooden chair with a solid wood back, which had two holes in it that her arms had been pushed through and strapped together to secure her to it. Her legs were similarly strapped on low chair arms to give him ample access to as much of her as possible while he worked, and her tail was strapped down to the chair's base just enough to keep her from using it to cover herself or fight him off, but not enough to limit its movement entirely. Finally, she was muzzled with a ball-gag that was also loosely fastened to the chair's back to limit her head movement and field of vision. She was now staring forward at him with her ears lowered in mild distress and a look of uncertainty on her face as he stepped toward her.
	He thought it best to jump right into their session with as little dawdling as possible as he asked, “Do you know why you're here?”
	“Muh...” She shook her head in the negative as she let out a weak muffled answer, but he wasn't considered one of their better instructors for nothing. He could read the way her ears went back and her tail flicked up at the tip, and her shoulders tensed up.
	“Oh? Is that so?” He slowly walked over to his desk and placed her files on it. She turned her head the best she could to track his progress, and could only see him in her peripheral vision at this point. “Says here you've been quite the naughty little cub.”
	“Mmf...” Her response was a muffled whimper, and it served as enough admission that she had a good idea what she was doing here.
	“I wonder what it was you were looking up on your master's computer?” He thought aloud, almost dismissively. “Perhaps I should ask him?”
	No verbal response this time, but she did blush enough to make him believe it wasn't something she thought her master wanted her looking at.
	“Well then,” he said, as he once again checked her medical file. “Any allergies I should know about?” He knew she couldn't answer, but there didn't appear to be any in the well-kept document anyway. He found no adversity to latex, any lubricants, or any other compound he might wish to use today, depending on how this played out.
	Satisfied, he put the files aside on his desk and moved to a part of the room he knew she wouldn't be able to see him. “Mmh?” He could hear her straps strain as she shifted in her seat to get a better look, but he was back in her line of sight before too long, holding a small metallic box. He was somewhat pleased to see she was more curious about than fearful of its contents.
	“Oh, these are going to be my tools today,” he said with a grin. “We need to teach you to behave better, now, don't we?”
	“Mma guh cuv!” She protested defiantly.
	“I don't think 'good cubs' make a mess of their master's homes while they're working, do you?” No denial was made to his observation, but she still looked huffy as she sat there. He couldn't help but notice a slight quivering of her thighs though. The straps holding her legs were on her ankles and the top of her shins, just below the knees, which meant her upper leg was more free to flex about. Just one more way he could read his subjects, and it was confirming a suspicion he'd begun to form as soon as he entered and first observed her. “Does your master punish you for being naughty?” He asked.
	She lowered her eyes from him in a very vulpine sign of submission. “Mm-hmm...”
	“And what does he do?” He flipped open the box as he spoke, but suspected this was another question she either wouldn't, or couldn't, answer. Especially not with how much it apparently made her blush. He began to slowly remove his tools from the box and place them on a table directly in front of her seat so he could gauge her reaction to each one.
	The first he put out was a bottle of lubricant and two different vibrators, one to be inserted in the vulva and the other to do into the anus. He also set a small clip beside them that could be attached to a clitoris and would also vibrate as well as flex and tug when powered. She responded predictably to these toys, especially the clit clip, with eager caution as her tail wagged where it could. He suspected her master used similar things on her frequently enough. Standard practice for owning a cub her age, even in regular play, he thought.
	The second thing he removed from his box was a series of small metal clips. Their purpose was primarily to hold open or apart different obscuring parts of the body, such as the orifices he often inserted things into, or the vaginal lips to make the clitoris more accessible. She didn't react to these at all, and didn't even seem to know their purpose, as she strained forward to get a better look at them. He wasn't surprised, they were rarely used outside veterinarians or facilities like these, but her curiosity about their purpose did interest him. Maybe I'll work them into today's session somehow.
	It was the final items that gave him the most interesting response. They were a set of different-sized feathers and a small container, and her eyes grew wide as soon as she'd seen them. He held up the container and brought it closer to her face so that she could read the label, and he was rewarded with the sight of her frantically starting to resist her bonds. “Mmf! Mmmph!” The label read 'itching powder', and she definitely knew what he intended to do with it. “Mgh, fweegh!”
	“I think we have a winner,” he said, as he packed away the first items and set the second aside. “So is that how your master punishes you?”
	“Fweegh mgh!” She continued to beg and struggle. “Uh ve guh, fwomiv!”
	“Oh, you promise to be good, huh?” She nodded as fervently as her restraints would allow. “And how often have you said that before?”
	“Mmmph...” She stopped trying to make coherent words, seeing it wasn't getting her anywhere, and instead resorted to puppy whimpering and giving him a pathetic expression. “Mmf...?”
	If cub tricks worked, he wouldn't have a job for long, so he simply ignored her as he opened the container of powder and poked the smallest feather in. She watched helplessly as he flicked it around, coating the tip of the feather thoroughly, and then brought it out. He carefully tapped off the excess on the lip of the bottle and then slowly approached her seat to apply it.
	“Mmmmmph!” She called out and resisted hard against her straps, trying desperately to close her legs or free her tail, since she knew exactly where that feather was going. “Mmf! Mmph! Mmmph!” But no amount of begging or futile resisting would save her this torment as she apprehensively watched its tip lower over her prone and exposed body, just barely caressing down her stomach as it went. The second she felt its edge meet her, she stopped trying to pull away and instead tensed up completely, bracing for when the feather found its final mark.
	It wasn't enough though, because as soon as the tip arrived over her quivering loins, just between the lips of her pussy, he started to tease and work at the top of that slit. Her muffled protests turned to uncontrollable laughter as his light teasing quickly turned to a full-on assault with his instrument of torment. “Mmmhmhmh! Mmhmhmhmph!” She was too sensitive down there to stop herself from responding to his onslaught, and she writhed while he applied the powder to her most sensitive place in this way.
	He stopped to let her catch her breath and set the feather aside, certain he'd coated her slit and the little bit of her clitoris that peeked out now. It was time, he thought, to employ the clips. He plucked them from his worktable and returned to the side of the squirming girl. He saw the powder he'd already applied was doing its work as she struggled to find relief from its torment. “Fweegh!” She begged him through tears. “Iff iffev!”
	“I bet it does itch,” he chuckled. “That's the point.” He ignored her subsequent pleas to end the torture and clipped both her pussy lips, then fastened each clip to small holes in the chair to pull them open and give him full access to her clit. “And now we apply the rest, little one.”
	“Mmmph!” She redoubled on her pleading as he continued her torture. Sometimes, he used the feather to tease at her clit, making sure to pay special attention to the inside of her 'lips' as well. Others, he used a powder puff for makeup to apply it to larger areas like the insides of her thighs. He also used the larger feather to apply it to her hardening, undeveloped nipples or the soles of her paws, and he alternated enough that she couldn't brace for or adapt to any sort of pattern.
	All throughout, he noticed something off. While she did struggle and beg like any other cub he'd put through this discipline, many others would've shut down by now and tried to close their eyes to the world while enduring their punishment. She continued to beg and plead for mercy though, and when he gave her a third respite to catch her breath, he said, “I think that's enough powder for now.” And as he closed the lid on the bottle and placed his feathers in a tray to be cleaned, he looked back at her with a smile. “Don't you?”
	“Mmgh...!” She whimpered as she panted, and he saw her muscles spasm every once in a while with the pinch of an itch she couldn't scratch.
	“Well then,” he said, as he put his box off to the side, “I'll be back to check on you shortly.”
	“Mmf!” She pulled forward and called out as he exited the room. “Mmmph!”
	“Well, that sounded fun,” the secretary outside remarked.
	The instructor closed and locked the door. “She responded as I thought she would.”
	“I see.” The secretary rarely tried to probe this instructor for his thoughts, figuring he would offer his hypothesis when time came. “Would you like me to send those tools down to maintenance?”
	“I would,” he said, as he deposited the tray on a table. “Call me in ten minutes, after she's had a bit of time to stew.” And with that, he left the office to go for a short walk and order his thoughts.

* * *

	After he exited, the hapless cub called out a little longer before growing silent. She'd learned from similar experiences with her master that straining your voice during time out wasn't going to do anything but give you a sore throat.
	And right now, she had other sore places demanding her attention.
	“Mmph!” She heaved forward almost reflexively as the itch on her clit asserted itself. She wriggled her legs in their straps, but found them perfectly secure in spite of the abuse they'd taken today. “Mmf...”
	No fair, she thought obstinately. Is Master really so mad about me putting his toys in my- “Mmph!” Another sudden grip of itching displeasure jarred her from her thoughts. “Mmh...” Gotta scratch these itches. She arced up and tugged hard at the straps holding her arms and legs secure. “Mmhmf!” Stupid straps!
	She clenched her feet as she felt their soles tingle with the abuse the feather had given them as well, and tried to wriggle her ankles just enough to push her soles against the chair arms, but the restraints held and her feet were as open to the cruel air as every other part of her body tormented by the itching powder.
	The effort of resistance also made her start sweating, and beads of moisture traveled down her thighs. Their sensation only made the itching worse, and she was forced to mentally track every droplet's progress as it caressed her body and only added to her torment.
	“Mmf...” She reflected miserably that punishments weren't supposed to be fun, and wondered how long her master would make her endure this. Was she to remain here forever, while he went to find a better behaved pet? She started to whimper as she thought of this. I just wanted to play, does he really not like me anymore?
	It was on that note that her tormentor returned and she replaced the glum hopelessness in her eyes with stubborn defiance as he again locked the door and turned to face her. “Well?”
	“Mmph!” She squawked and bucked her hips at him. “Mmwmmf!” Go away!
	He didn't respond to her show of stubbornness and instead appeared to be glancing down at her crotch. She tensed her legs when she realized this, but he made no motion to further abuse her down there. A somewhat sinister grin played across his face as he again made eye contact with her. “You're quite wet down there, aren't you?”
	“Mwff!” She was more surprised than angry, but the look on his face told her that she didn't want him making that observation. He leaned in for a closer look, and his grin widened.
	“Well, look at how swollen you are!” He placed a small bucket on the table near her seat and removed a damp rag from it. “You want me to clean off that powder?”
	Her attempt at hostility almost held, but collapsed as her now-dry clit gave a bout of itchiness and she wriggled uncontrollably from the torment. “Mmh! Mmhmm!” She nodded passionately and immediately began to beg and whimper for relief. “Mmf, mmph!”
	“I see.” But he didn't move from where he stood. “Then I want you to answer one thing truthfully. Understood?”
	She froze and looked at him incredulously. What's he want? The discomfort she felt was tempered by suspicion.
	“Did you enjoy your time here?”
	“Mmgh!” She shook her head no. Why would I?!
	He plopped the rag back in the bucket. “I think you're lying.”
	“Mm mgh!” Am not!
	“I had a little chat with your master on the phone during our break,” he said, ignoring her protest. “Those images you looked up online were quite telling.” She froze as she felt a tingle down her spine. “And the fact you seem to go out of your way to get into trouble. I mean, really! Exposing yourself in a supermarket? It's almost like you wanted to get in trouble.”
	“Mmf...!” Her denials became weaker and weaker.
	“And as soon as I entered today, I saw your legs quivering.” He spread his hands in a shrug. “We thought your compliance to be restrained by the workers was an example of good behavior, but I think you like being bound like that.”
	“Mmm...” She whimpered and dropped her ears.
	“You started showing signs of arousal before I even begun,” he summed up his point. “So I ask you again; did you have fun today?”
	It took her a while before she answered, but she responded with a question. “Whmmf?” She pointed her nose at the bucket, hoping he'd understand her meaning.
	“Of course, I'll still clean you off either way. Just answer truthfully.”
	“Mmh...” She had no choice, and nodded with a face full of shame as she blushed intensely. Then she looked at him pleadingly. “Wmh fehw mmffuh?”
	“Why wouldn't I tell your master?” He wrung and soaked the rag, then strode over to her. “You don't want him to know?”
	“Mmf!” She nodded, and as she felt the warm water and semi-rough rag against her clit, she let out a soft moan of relief. “Mmm...”
	“Why not?” He asked, as he worked on her other places and periodically wrung out the rag to remove excess granules of powder. “Do you think he'll be angry?”
	Each time he passed over her with the rag, she flinched, but then felt relief as he used it to both scratch her itches and scrub her off, even getting rid of the sweat. “Mgh,” she shook her head, but wasn't sure she could explain her need for secrecy through a gag.
	“I think I can guess,” he said, as he made a final pass over her nether region. “You don't think he'll play these kinds of games with you normally, do you?”
	Her ears shot up, she couldn't believe he guessed right. “Mmf!” She nodded and her tail wagged at the idea that someone understood.
	Her master was kind and fun and she loved him dearly, but he viewed these naughty games as ways to punish naughty cubs, and she doubted he'd want to bind up his little cub to torment her for fun instead of as punitive measure.
	And besides, he wasn't really very good at the latter either.
	“I see.” Apparently, her face told him the story, and after drying her off, he put the bucket aside. “Well then, what ever shall we do with you?”
	The question was rhetorical, as he'd already pulled out his box again. He removed the clips from her lips and let them once again hang freely, although her ordeal had already left her so horny that her swollen love bud was peeking through visibly. From the box, he removed one of the toys from earlier and held it up for her inspection before lowering it down to her groin, which she responded to with an excited yelp and wagging what parts of her tail she could move. He pushed in the head just enough that her hungry slit would smooch and suckle at it, then used his other hand to tease at her clit.
	“Mmh~” She moaned and arched herself up, instinctively presenting herself to him as he pleasured her. He pushed the head in as he worked her clit between two fingers, then started to move the toy in and out of her. She was wet with precum in short order, and with each thrust of the dildo, he pushed further into her until he eventually left it in her and turned on the vibration. “Mmff~” She really liked this, and her walls were suckling and contracting against the toy on their own, causing the end of it sticking out of her to move to the rhythm.
	He moved his now-free hand up to tease at one of her nipples while the other ground into her pleasure button. She pulled against her restraints and bit down on the ball, but it was out of pleasure this time as he trailed his finger down her stomach and up her thigh, until finally the fondling of her clit and the vibrating toy caused her to arch up and moan loud in release. “Mmmmmhhh...!”
	After she thoroughly made a mess on the table, she flopped down and panted contentedly, looking up at her playmate through half-lidded eyes. “Mhh...~”

* * *

	After, he'd cleaned her up once again. It proved more difficult than he'd imagined, as his first attempt to scrub her nether region only served to pleasure her more, and he had to grind her past a climax to fully tone down her sensitivity so he could finally make her presentable.
	Now she sat there obediently as he gathered her clothes and prepared to dress her. The first item he held up was a standard plug to keep cubs from placing anything inside themselves in public or – more likely – find themselves on the receiving end of some frisky older pets. He started to insert hers, but she tensed up and whimpered. “Mgh...!”
	“Come now, this is for your safety,” he chided gently, and she quieted. He pushed her plug in, and it went into place with a plorp sound and sharp moan from her to alert that it had sealed properly.
	Next came her socks, and they went halfway up her thighs, so he did have to remove the straps that held her ankles. She didn't resist as he put them on, but did flex her legs slightly after.  Then, he held up her panties, moving to release her tail from the chair base in preparation for putting them on. Once her tail was free, he received a light bop on the nose from it and a slight muffled giggle from her, which he responded with by giving her a mischievous tickle near her naughty bits; it had the desired result of making her giggle more and behave herself.
	And now he removed the restraints on her shins. Her legs came down off the low chair arms and she allowed him to slip on the thin underwear without incident. He deftly managed to fit her tail into its appropriate hole, having done this many times before, then moved on to her skirt. “You be good now, understand?” He said, as he moved to the back of the chair and prepared to release the strap that kept her arms pinned.
	“Mhmm!” She promised, and with that, he freed her arms and then released the links on the straps which held her head to the seat. He helped her slip her arms out from the holes in the chair's back and she raised them both up to make putting on her skirt easier. He followed by helping her with her shoes, which only just slipped on.
	Finally, he put on her collar, but he still hadn't removed her gag. She didn't seem to be resisting or trying to take it off herself though, and he gave her a few ear scratches for being so good. “Are you going to behave from now on?” He added, in what was meant as a threat, “If you aren't, you'll just end up right back here in my office again.”
	“Mmf~” Unfortunately, that didn't read like a threat to her now as he gently tugged her leash to guide her off the chair.
	It was at that time the door opened and a man stepped in, and the secretary's voice could be heard in the hall. “He should have just finished with her.”
	“Mmffuh!” She exclaimed excitedly, wagging her tail. The instructor now knelt down and removed her gag. “Master!” She ran to his side and squeezed his leg with both arms, giving his hand soft licks while her tail wagged so quickly that it was practically a blur.
	“Whoa, hey!” He chuckled and knelt to rub his pet's head. “Well? Were you good?”
	She stiffened slightly and blushed, unsure how to broach the subjects of the day to her master. The instructor answered for her. “I think we can work with her,” he said. “But I think you should bring her in at least once a week.”
	“Once a week?” He seemed disheartened, and looked down at his cub. “Is she really that hopeless?”
	“Not hopeless,” the instructor replied. “Some cubs just need special treatment, and I'm sure that you'll see improvement at home if you let me give her weekly treatments here.”
	The implication was there, and she tried to seem demure as she processed it. She would come here once a week to get the needs met her master couldn't provide, but only if she started behaving more at home. The instructor passed her leash to her master, and the two nodded and headed out.
	They weren't far down the hallway when she nosed his loins mischievously. “Play?”
	He gently gave her leash a tug. “Down,” he said through a chuckle. “What have I told you about behaving yourself in public?”
	She dropped her ears and tried to look pitiable. “Yes, Master...”
	They hadn't gone three steps when she hesitantly nosed his pants belt and he repeated his words. The instructor watched from the door as they left, thinking, That cub is certainly a handful. He chuckled. “I suppose I'm about to have my hands full with her.”
	As they rounded the corner, he couldn't help but look forward to that prospect.