Title: Warmth Under a Paw
By: Professor Bob
For: Kaon



It was the sort of irony a growing girl faced, finding they had all the attention in the world except from the person they wanted it from the most. In a crystalline palace filled with mystical energies and metaphysical wonders, home to many, one would think there would be an over-abundance of attention; especially when most of those people were instructors and mentors, authorized to enforce rules and disciplinary law. The things they could offer all fit into their particular places, but none of them could provide the comforting support of the person so often out of her life, busy with the affairs of deities and non-corporeal matters. No matter how much she loved her mother, nothing could ever replace the strength of her father; having always been the major male figure in her life. Cheerful or in tears, even if they were caused by his own caring hand, there was nothing like feeling his large fingers lift her muzzle, providing a father's endearment.

There had never been any shortage of parental affection, but as Shana's years ticked by and she slowly grew older, it was easier for the young fox to be more aware of the passage of time. Days or weeks could pass at times without his presence within their diamond walls. Then, when he was there, Shana felt as if she had to compete for his time and attention, being one of several girls that submitted to his will as part of a vast family. While the others laid with him, sating their godly patriarch's whims and needs, she did not get to feel that particular kind of love from her father. His hand showed her respect and discipline, and nothing more; which came to ache at the poor girl's heart, knowing well that her beloved father's hand graced them in such pleasurable ways. To him she was his simply his daughter, making her a special flower amongst the rest.

While his honor and the power she too held as the result of his graces brought her such feelings of love, Shana was a fiery spirit and could never do with what she had. Now eleven and a half years old, and just touching upon the first hints of inevitable puberty, the vixen cub had discovered what intimacy meant, even if her pedals were still immature and her chest did no more than hint to breasts with barely two humps. She had a cub's libido, innocent yet demanding, so filled with warm feelings and tender curiosity. It was the touch her father provided that brought her the best of those emotions, as if his mere being in the room cradled her soul and brought her to a place none of the women within their shimmering palace could. Alone with him she felt special - adored and admired - regardless of how misbehaved or miscreant she had been. She could not deny that she was attracted to her fatherly figure, somehow deeply on many levels.

In his guidance, as bratty she knew she could be, Shana was no stranger from everything to gentle spanking to fur-raising lashing. Those sessions in his company were the only times she was beneath the peak of his will; punished for her wrongdoings. There came a time not long ago when she began finding enjoyment in being spanked by her father, as his palm and fingers slapped painfully against her bottom, in such proximity to other things. Finding an affinity in it, even if it still hurt and milked tears from her eyes, it became her goal to continue pressing into these excited sexual feelings. She would do what it took to gain her father's attention, and if it meant doing something intentional to get what she wanted...

Then so be it.

Stomach fluttering with anxious butterflies, both from what she was doing and the excited tingle teasing her tail, Shana walked the hallways of the Jade Palace with her two paws inconspicuously holding a firm, average sized dodge ball. Ebony hair across the vixen's head and down to her upper back, orange ears standing tall, the young girl contemplated a sort of error that might bring her before her father in due time. Loose, light blue and aged jeans covered her legs while the hem of her pink shirt bounced with each step; orange tail trailing bushily behind. Acting out came easily to Shana, having always been arrogant and brash in many areas; being something of a demigod, and the princess of the palace in her own right. At this time of evening, the grand hallways had grown bare of the many palace staff members that took care of all beneath the Master; those like Shana, who wore his emerald collar.

Mischief and a little amusement in mind, the fox crept along the diamond wall towards a small archway that lead into a room off to the side of the hallway. Past sculptures and artifacts adorning jade pedestals, the sly, empowered little girl placed her back against the wall; face rippling wavy, broken colors until it disappeared into a metaphysical array of camouflage. Unable to be seen, she peered around the corner into what was the palace staff's dinning hall, straight down it's moderate length. Down the surface of a shining, intricate wooden table, all of their staff sat on their particular benches; eating, drinking, and talking away as they did at the end of a day. Rewarded handsomely for their efforts, even their own table was richly covered in various foods and delights. Hidden by a magical veil of bent light, formulated by Shana's abilities, the vixen came to grin.

Slipping away from the opening her camouflage willfully collapsed to show her teeth, as her solid green eyes gave her thick dodge ball a look. With a fleeting thought she wished it well, before dropping it. Utilizing the strength bestowed upon her, it took no effort to reel her right leg back and give the red, semi-hard ball a monstrous kick towards the flat diamond wall across from the archway. Stuck so hard by the top of her bare footpaw, it made a thunderous rubberized clang; shooting straight through the hall like a red blur, only to strike the wall and fire itself right back, angled for the opening beside Shana. Bouncing violently, the girl's ears promptly folded back as a crash exploded in the staff dinning hall, with a dozen startled screams and yelps sending the vixen's paws to her maw to muffle her snickers. Noise and racket bellowed from the opening one after another, until she heard her ball bounce to a stop; wedged somewhere it rolled beneath. It took a moment and a deep breath, but Shana put on her best surprised face, still struck in the gut by anxiety.

“Oh no, I-... ”, Shana erupted into the room from out in the hallway, ready to admit her mistake before the palace staff. She intended to act surprised, apologize, and wait for one of them to tell her father about what happened when they saw him later that night. Instead her sudden words were interrupted by what she came to see, sending a brick into her throat and hanging her jaw open.

As she figured, her red dodge ball had struck the staff's dinning table hard enough to knock their plates and bowls into the air; sending much of the food flying to end up on their blazers and muzzles. Aside from the light click and clatter of utensils the room was silent, staring at her with a note of annoyance, along with one extra individual by the entrance to the kitchen. That, was the sight that struck Shana with dread and sunk her into a situation she did not bargain for.

Cindy the family cook was standing with her left paw to her face, rubbing out the remnant impression Shana's dodge ball made against her nose and short skunk muzzle. Squinting, she looked particularly irritated and all too knowing of who nailed her in the face with a ball; still holding a plate of food perfectly balanced on her right palm. Like Shana, she too wore a collar of emerald green, being one of the people the mischievous vixen did not want to come across. As one of her instructors, this could not go well. Stepping in very cautiously and slow on her bare feet, Shana looked up and out wearily, looking sharply intimidated.

“I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt anyone!”, the eleven year old girl called out in both fright and concern for her tail. Last thing she wanted was a dozen demerits, punished for later during her cooking class! Surrounded by so many eyes quietly scolding her, the staff sat with their arms crossed or leaned against the table; coated in jams and mashed vegetables, while they allowed Cindy to take on the palace's errant cub on her own.

“What exactly were you meaning to do then, honestly?”, the skunk's fingers came loose from her face, glaring down a damning, disciplinarian sort of expression across the black fur of her small muzzle. Hearing a tone so heavily sarcastic, Shana quickly swallowed and held up a paw to try and talk her way out of this.

“I was just playing down the hall. My dodge ball just got away from me.”, Shana tried to explain, trying to come up with a convincing sounding voice while she fibbed. It sounded good, since that was what would have happened if this wasn't an intentional mistake. Boy did it come with unintentional results though, looking around with her head slightly hung.

“At mach one?”, Cindy exaggerated, though simply trying to highlight the massive power of the ball when it entered the room, then entered her face's airspace. The memphit broke eye contact with Shana, taking a few steps to place the staff's last plate of food onto the table between two of them. Out of all of them, they'd have to share now if they were to still have a full meal, with so much of it potentially ruined or on the chest of their neighbor.

“I don't care if it was an accident, you know how to control your strength Shana. And playing that rough inside the palace? The walls can regenerate, but the rest of us aren't so fortunate.”, she went on with her lecture as the plate slid from her fingers, lightly swinging her white striped skunk tail to her side as she turned and made a few steps for Shana. It was hard for the girl to look up at her mentor. She did what she did on purpose, and while she wouldn't utter that truth, it still brought her guilt. At least if she did get what she wanted, and laid over her father's lap, she could enjoy the fact she earned it honestly. Maybe.

“Please... ”, the worried girl sniveled, starting to say a plea in her favor before she realized she didn't have anything else to add. Though, in her silence, no other words came and the skunk did not move from where she stood. In moments, Shana green eyes were forced to lift themselves from the older woman's feet, and back up towards the sore face she continued to rub idly. Tail clinging to her denim backside and legs, the fox forced herself to say something, since Cindy was not about to take the initiative before making the timid child speak.

“Can I go?”, Shana asked awkwardly with a nervous, toothy half-smile and a tilt of her head. Her paws held one another, fingers loosely cradling each other. Met with a stern squint of the skunk's brows, a moment passed before being given a single nod.

“Yes. We had better go.”, the young girl heard spoken behind her, a little deeper than their Cindy spoke. In a snap Shana's ears had pivoted with a boulder inside her chest, feeling flush where she stood; shrinking. That voice was none other than her mother, Fern.

With a shy, sorry turn on her bare feet, the vixen's tail stayed close as she stepped back towards the archway she came in from, and her waiting mother. All her own fault, she couldn't help but be quiet as she left one adult figure and moved on to the next; shrunken and sulking that her plan had gone so awry. She had no idea how long her mother might have been staring and listening, but she certainly seemed willing to yank her daughter from this situation, as proved by the harsh grab of Shana's ear the moment the cub stepped close enough to her parent.

It left a scene traveling through the large rooms and vast corridors of their palace; two vixens, tiny in comparison to it all, moving as a unified pair. Shana stumbled on her bare paw-pads, holding Fern by the wrist as the mother pulled her child along without so much as a scold or lecture, all the while wearing a scowl. The pull of two furred fingers left the light fleshy portion of the cub's ear turning a bright red, accompanied by a long, constant series of 'Ow-ow-ow!'s and subdued panicked whimpers. The whole reason she misbehaved was being thrown into jeopardy, still so inexperienced when it came to facilitating her mildly aroused ideas. Her dad would have been such a treat, but Fern suddenly turned this into a real punishment.

By the time she had been brought back to her own room, the younger fox's ear burned as if it had been slapped silly. Shana was released from the pinch with a thrust of Fern's paw off the side of her skull, giving the smaller of the pair plenty of room to reach up and grasp her hot ear with a stiffened lower jaw. She padded softly against the floor of her room, giving a pace in a circle before stopping to meet her mother amidst all of her stuffed animals and the playful atmosphere of her girls' bedroom.

“What do you think you're doing!”, Fern's voice sharply snapped, making Shana's pulled ear ring with a sudden wince of ache. So embarrassed by Shana's antics, even her own mother dared not speak until they were somewhere private. Slinking beneath the height of the taller vixen, Shana cradled her ear, looking up with woeful little eyes.

“P-... playing?”, Shana answered with a lower voice, sounding intimidated and meek in her current situation. She just wanted to be left alone, and to be given her father's attention as “reward” for her misdeed. Please, come on mom, just leave this to dad! He'll spank me good, you'll see! But, as it was, the older fox's eyes were lit with a determination as she stood with her arms crossed over her daughter.

“Oh? Then I'd better make it so you don't feel like playing anymore.”, the fox condemned her daughter with a note of anger, reaching back with her right arm to flick the younger girl's door closed. As soon as it swung shut with a metallic clack, Shana's heart sunk, knowing this was going somewhere she didn't want, very fast.

Paw coming free of her battered, sore ear, Shana followed her mother as she walked by her without any further instruction. Paces behind Fern's tail, gauging her parent's irritation from how widely the bushy vixen appendage swayed, the younger girl promptly started racing for her defensive words as their path lead them towards the cabinet of punishment implements stored in her room. Seeing someone head towards it meant only one thing, and it wasn't at all exciting thinking of her mother doing it. Already envious of every other female in the Jade Palace, the tingles that were once teasing her tail and backside so delightfully were now causing her thighs to tense up in shame; not wanting to be spanked in her half-aroused state by her mother. All of her nerves hyperactive and already feeling a multitude of things, Shana grit her teeth into the bared, openly disdainful expression of a young cub.

“Mommy! I said I was sorry to miss Cindy and everybody - I swear it was only an accident!”, her paws came loose at her sides in a submissive gesture, taking to her forceful childish tones to try and prey on her mother's sensitive side. Staring up at the back of her head, Shana caught little more than a dismissive flick of Fern's ears as she stopped beside the cabinet; throwing it open to choose what she sought. The girl became frustrated, stiffening up her empty paws; very much not wanting to bare her fur to another woman right now, even if it was her own mom.

“Mom!”, Shana snapped aloud, raising her right footpaw to give it a prompt, tantrum-like stomp on the carpet. She wanted to at least be acknowledged, feeling as trapped as she did, but her single word came out fairly whiny - if not teary on it's underlying note. Her green eyes were staring up desperately, hating that it was her own actions that got her into this. Though, for the sudden demand, the parent she was trying to stop didn't respond all too positively. Turning her muzzle over her shoulder, the young fox was met with a harsh, serious squint of her mother's eye down to her.

“Sit on the edge of your bed, and be quiet!”, Fern fired right back, just as stubborn and to the point as Shana could be. With a harsh grasp and slide, the older vixen's paw slid her daughter's wooden ruler from it's resting place with a light clatter; bringing it down into Shana's view for her to stare at. Protruding from Fern's lowered fist, it's light, marbled sort of wood looked fresh in the light of her room; thickly coated in black measurement lines. But, why the ruler?

“Sit!”, Shana heard sharply above her ears as her mother turned and closed the cabinet, knocking the eleven year old girl out of her trance with a wince.

Canine ears coming partly folded, she turned without a lashing swing of her tail to slink off to the side of her bed; arms holding one another while she looked off with an upset, defeated aura about herself. On the inside she wanted to start yelling, to go and rip into her mother like she damn well knew how. No matter how much she wanted to turn back around and give the older of the pair several choice words, having gone and broken her whole plan, those tingling sensations bothering her nethers urged her to try and save her tail. To lift her tail for Fern now would be just plain... embarrassing! If she worked her into those burning feelings she felt for her father, she'd hate every second of it!

“And ditch those old jeans - you don't need them anymore.”, Fern added to her directives, just as Shana was about to throw her tail over to the side to sit down; using the short ruler as a stern pointing tool, though the child wasn't looking.

Gritting her teeth, Shana dove right for the button above her tail and snapped it free; dangling against the fur upon her tail until it slipped away, coming to jingle against the floor while the girl wiggled her legs and ankles to remove the long denim leggings from her feet. Never being the best about hiding her temper, she kicked the item into a bunched-up pile beside her bed, just to get it out of the way before dropping her panty-clad butt against the edge of her mattress. A soft peach color to it's smooth fabric, it hugged her hips and body with few wrinkles, shaping itself flat against the girl's sloping young pelvis. Paws tucking her pink t-shirt down, they came to rest between her orange furred thighs while she lightly held her head and glared at her waiting parent with a scowl of disapproval. It hid her own nervous, cubbishly aroused feelings just as her fur hid the reddened blush creeping down her muzzle. Locked in their brief mutual glare, Fern tapped the ruler into her open left palm until she was satisfied with her girl's silence enough to step forward and continue.

“The way I see it, child, is if you want to go throwing things and causing such trouble, I can spank the paw that did it. I wouldn't be surprised either if Cindy turned your cooking class into a long cleaning session tomorrow either.”, the mother vixen lectured as she felt necessary, stepping the short ways across Shana's plush carpet to swing her tail and gently take a seat beside her daughter on the bed.

The two side by side, looking down or up at the face of the other, Shana at least now understood why the ruler had been chosen. She wasn't about to go and correct her mother by saying she kicked the ball and did not throw it, because the thought of having her footpaw spanked seemed worse than letting the small wooden implement welt her palm's pink pad. If anything it felt erogenous, imagining a scene where she was laying on her belly with her right foot's toes curling beneath the swats of a ruler; sending sharp stings up her leg, and into things that could potentially make her way more uncomfortable than just her paw.

She could see in Fern's eyes that her mother was riled by what she did, and her haste to bring her here and punish her immediately came with little thought. Shana already envied her mother for being so close to the man she essentially had a crush on; forced beneath her will like this from time to time was starting to get more difficult the older she became. Afraid of sharing a personal scent, convulsion, or whimper, the eleven year old fox didn't want those piercing eyes or punitive paws of her mom anywhere she felt could become personal. It was a wonder, the sort of insecurities those first budding sexual thoughts brought to a young mind; especially when it was forced to submit to a will it didn't want to.

“Are you just going to stare some more, Shana?”, Fern barked with a slower, lower sort of voice at her child's distracted eyes. Shana dropped her eyes away, uncertain of what to do. Resisting could place her in a much more embarrassing position, stripped of her underwear and exposed as a curious, growing girl. Hesitantly, refusing to look her mother in the face as she did it, she shook her head slowly.

“Fine then. Give me your right paw.”, she was given as her mother's final instruction, seeking to punish the set of fingers she thought was responsible for wrecking the palace staff's dinning hall. Such incorrect assumptions were what haste gave you, but in the end a spanking was a spanking.

Willing to accept it over a different, more exposed kind, Shana looked down at her right paw and moved it's fingers lightly; claws gleaming a gentle light. It's central pad was small and spongy, and she had one more for each fingertip, filled with soft flesh and sensitive nerves. Normally rather painful on a vixen like herself, Shana had the special powers of her father to rely on when being punished, dulling the damage and pain she'd feel. It changed the playing field for certain, but all those who cared for her knew how to play that field well. With little more than a hesitant raise of her right paw, fingers loose and open, Shana gave it to her mother to cradle in her left paw. Warm fingers holding the back of her own, tightly restrained by her parent's thumb, the younger girl watched her paw with a bit of a frown.

That's what began the sort of punishment needed to place the powerful, kindred spirit of Shana into a “time out”. Wasting no time, being that the girl's cooperation did not come easily, Fern raised the ruler in her right paw and swung it down flat and firm against her daughter's own. The resulting wince was confined mostly to the ends of Shana's fingers and the muscles within her cheeks, lifting and baring a minuet hint of her sharp white teeth. Strong and willful, the sort of swats Fern had to unleash were particularly hard, even for a girl of eleven; forced to hold still and have the palm of her paw so diligently whipped upon. Wood against pink pad, and orange fur, each swat made a dull, similar 'snap' from one blow to the next, making it a droning, lengthy sort of punishment with Shana merely able to squint her eyes and watch. It did hurt, but it mostly just stung - as if her palm was protected by a sheet of denim and only a small amount of each wooden snap against her paw truly broke through her inherited powers. All that meant was that she'd have to sit there for longer, waiting for a gradual build in the pain far past what any normal person could take without howling.

So Shana's answer was to keep her eyes down, flinching and squirming ever so lightly to react to her swatting as minimally as possible. With time, minute after another of sitting there on the side of her bed unable to move, the sting was turning into a jabbing ache that made her fingers tremble slightly; curling with each one of Fern's swats, perfectly aimed straight across the girl's palm-pad. The ruler seldom ventured away from that point, focused on reddening the long, rectangular spot with repeated, hard spanks. It brought Shana's left paw to curl and ball into a fist, hidden beside her opposite hip, as other muscles in her body began to clench. Legs tightening, as the girl had feared, the flowing, mild sting was stirring her thoughts and unwillingly causing her body to react.

Her paw restrained and struck repeatedly over time, sitting in such calm silence with her palm bared by her own cooperation, it's flinches and muscle jerks were brewing others across her body. Shana's toes curled from the sting and her tail turned closer, trying to hide the pain from her expression as she took her punishment; mind racing over another subject. Just as some muscles quivered and moved, the young girl's state of uncontrolled, pre-pubescent arousal was tormenting her in a way that made her sit with her thighs tightly together. Like the ends of her fingers, muscles pulsing with each spank to cause them to curl in a wince, the poor vixen's privates were doing the same thing. No different than a boy and his erection, Shana had no power over her interior vaginal muscles, and all of her planning and pleasant scheming had left her feminine parts responsive to stimuli and the reactions of the rest of her body.

The tight press of her footpaws against the side of her bed meant the long, quivering clench of the muscle surrounding the opening of her passage. A tremble of her aching paw, struck hard, meant the heavy convulsion of all her pubic muscle; rippling sensations straight back to her cervix to make butterflies in her belly. Shana's face soon burned, feeling her clitoris erect and nearly throbbing in it's need to be rubbed. She hadn't the most experience yet, so even the faintest urge or sensation was sharp and profound enough to make her squint for reasons beyond the growing pain bleeding into her wrist and forearm. It wasn't that her mother was causing this reaction directly; this was an accident, for mother and daughter both. Shana had a lot on her mind, and her body was going to do what ever it wanted, fueled by it's own muscular contractions and subsequent rub of moist flesh against itself. If this had been a spanking with a cane, or a paddle, Shana would not have been able to hold still even with her protective powers.

“Mom... ?”, Shana mumbled in the tone of a question with a grunt, low and constrained. Her paw was starting to sting something fierce, and they had been sitting without a word for a decent while. Heart throbbing in unison with other things she could feel, the younger fox kept her head down and looked up with just her moist green eyes; twitching and flinching in their squinted state, tearing up with each continuing swat. Fern certainly wouldn't stop just because Shana had said something, bringing the girl to have to fight past the harsh ache now that her palm's pad was turning a crimson hue.

“It's been like... ten minutes! Please can we stop?”, the younger of the pair plead with a raspy, pained sort of voice. Shana was more worried about stopping the muscular contractions flowing from her outer labial lips to her insides, rippling through blood-filled, moistening places. It was becoming hard to ignore and keep it off her face, resulting in the girl needing to bite her lip to keep it all down. Already hurting, her errant emotions and inner arousal was making it all much worse. The pain should have been confined to her paw, but she felt it all around; even in the air. Having started “training” her body to accept and enjoy a good spanking, it didn't understand yet who it was to react to, and who it shouldn't give the time of day. But, for her question, Shana did not get an immediate answer - only further smacks of the hot ruler against her palm, quick and hard as it had been.

When it did change, it came as a shock that forced her paw closed for a brief second before it snapped back open. Fern smacked the flat of the ruler hard enough against the base of her fingers to sound sharp and high pitched, bringing about a much harder flinch from Shana. It struck her body from the clench of her teeth to the squeeze of her anus; breaking a pair of tears out of her eyes, as the ruler seemed to start working down her fingers. While this would be dangerous on most cubs, risking their joints, Shana's powers didn't always prove to be to her advantage. It was easy and perfectly safe for her mother to spank clear down her fingers, right up to the heavily nerve laden tips, one arduous swat at a time. The tactic made the younger fox curl her paw downwards and straighten her fingers, accepting the hard smacks with bared teeth, up until her eyes closed and she started to make a whimper under her breath. After several swats, the slow movement had brought Fern to only her first finger joints.

“You clocked Cindy in the face with a dodge ball, how easy do you expect me to be on you; knowing how much you can handle?”, the mother soon came to speak while continuing her ruler's steady fury, feeling a burn in her arm from the duration of the spanking and tired she was starting to get. While sitting side by side it still looked calm, with Shana's paw staying obedient while failing to remain entirely still, Shana's mind and body was nothing near calm. Her free paw was gripping her bed's sheet, and her hips had her groin firmly pressed against her mattress while her muscles convulsed in waves; slowly migrating fluids over her thin, fleshy labial petals. Panties did not help make the feeling of being naked go away, haunted by things she didn't understand yet; with a warm surrounding her lower tummy, seeping into her thighs to make her feet squirm.

Ruler reaching her last finger joint, spanking skin directly against bone, toying with her most sensitive nerves brought the strongest reactions. Below, the appearance of steady, rhythmic bursts of bee-stinging swats against the fleshier tips of her fingers and their delicate pads - shifting from straight across to diagonal and all around - made her vaginal walls contract and stay clenched. Body growing tight and tense, Shana's left paw pulled free of her bed sheet and shot it for her chest to tug at her shirt; right leg trying to come over her left. It was as if her cervix was being milked by all the muscle activity, bringing the growing girl to sputter and sob lightly and worriedly as the tips of her fingers were bit by the ruler's edge. It was half a minute of this, unable to tell her mother exactly what the strong sensations beneath her claws were doing. Her fingers were for touch, and for play; making the sensations travel to unintended areas of her brain.

“There!”, Fern called out with no prior warning, lowering the ruler after one final sound smack near the very points of her fingers.

As soon as Shana felt her paw released from her mother's own, she pulled it back roughly and shoved it into her lap to quell the pain, and to lock her thighs around it to quell her vaginal quivers. Like putting out a fire, balling her paw into a fist and nursing it was all she could do to ease the ache and sting to something more bearable, having a breaking point even with her semi-godlike powers at their current maximum. Face curled into an expression of pain, the heavier breathing beneath her sputtering whines and somewhat teary sounds were given a different meaning. On the very edge of her bed, Shana worked on ceasing her light laments to open her eyes and deal with all she felt; both painful, and strangely pleasurable, with her head down.

Shifting the bed and making Shana's butt slide a few centimeters, Fern stood up and rubbed her paw and forearm as she made a casual walk back for her daughter's disciplinary cabinet. Spanking the girl took a lot out of you, needing so much to draw tears from her green eyes. She very well needed it, and already had such a history of misbehavior within the palace. Placing Shana's ruler back where it belonged, the elder vixen turned her head as she closed the cabinet; crossing her arms where she stood.

“There is only so much I can do when you've done something this wrong, Shana. My arm is too tired to consider spanking you properly now that your paw has been given what it deserves.”, Fern spoke up, using the end of her muzzle to gesture towards her girl's cradled right paw. She sounded exhausted, and trying to catch her breath. Keeping up a fifteen minute rulering was a feat, but those in the Jade Palace did have the muscle thanks to Shana. Feeling hot and feisty, the younger girl's eyes slit open with a harsh curl of the skin at the base of her muzzle, looking across from where she sat.

“That wasn't enough?”, Shana growled sharply, holding her paw in her lap so tightly it trembled. It hurt pretty bad, but she had felt worse; it wasn't like her mother had been at all unfair for what she had done. The vixen was sour because she was punished by a woman she envied, and stirred feelings in her that were for daddy alone. Those feelings of innocent arousal made her snippy, and her mother merely sighed in the face of it. Worn out, the older of the pair wasn't about to beat her head against the wall.

“It should have been, but with your attitude so poor, I think I'll let your father decide what more you need. It takes more than an apology to make things right. How you act is just as important.”, Fern lectured and scolded in a fairly plain tone, giving her head a shake as she began to make for Shana's bedroom door.

It didn't come across the girl's face, but Shana's inner irritation subsided the moment she heard, 'father'. Her plan did work, in the end? Following her mother with her head and eyes, the fox sniffed and stayed put until her mother opened her door and left without another word. She wasn't much in the mood to deal with any more of her daughter's tones, and that message was likely to be delivered loud and clear to the master of the Jade Palace - Shana's father, Kaon. Waiting for the familiar clack of her door and jingle of it's lock, sealing her inside as punishment until her father “dealt” with her, the sly little vixen rolled her mild scowl into a toothy, manipulative grin. Shana's paw burned and stung with vigor, and her eyes blinked with moisture, but in the end, she would have her father's paw beneath her tail. Worked into such a frenzy by her own body doing what ever it pleased; vaginal walls tense; she felt like she needed to play with those feelings now more than ever.

Releasing a rough sigh in a fairly girlish tone, Shana placed her un-spanked paw on her bed and bounced her bottom further back onto the mattress. With a slide and a push, the pre-teen fox laid down in her bed; striking the back of her head against her pillow. Staring up at the ceiling with plush toys and animals on either side of her head, Shana caught her breath while she slid her sore paw down her pelvis and over the front of her peach colored panties. It still hurt, and the interior of her palm underneath her reddened pad throbbed like a bruise, so it was two birds with one stone to rub out her pains against something else that needed to be rubbed in a similar way. As if to cradle her pad and fingers against her warm body, Shana slid them down the smooth fabric of her underwear until she had her entire feminine crevice cupped in her paw.

She held it there without any motion, just to first sate her initial need. Through the cotton-like fabric between her palm and furred nether, the heat from her well-spanked pad and fingers soaked through the thin garment and into her thick, immature lips. It was outright soothing, if not exciting from the get-go, feeling such a radiant warmth flowing through her parts. Then, with a slight back-and-forth rock of her paw, massaging her lips through her panties with the base of her fingers up to their tips, the girl began to notice something cool in the midst of all that searing heat. Soaking in a line against the center of her palm-pad, a darker streak of faint moisture bled through the cotton to give it a stronger peach hue; following a crease in her underwear that was only visible with the press of her fingertips, as well-fitting and modest as her young undergarment was. Shana had recently discovered girls made such clear, semi-sticky fluids; and finding it had gotten into her underwear was at first a bit of a shock. Hoping it'd come out, likely having been soaking there while she was sitting with her slit so firmly pressed to her bed, the girl grasped it's waistband and pulled it down her legs with a lift from both; placing her knees against her chest to pull the sullied cotton crotch off her feet.

Taking the moment to prepare, Shana tossed her panties on top of her jeans from earlier - against the wall beside her bed. Then, for good measure, she quickly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on top of both garments; hiding the evidence. If she was a boy she might have sniffed them for good measure to learn a few things about herself, but the vixen's focus was elsewhere. Flopping her head back down, Shana rolled onto her side with her “warmed” paw between her legs and a mischievous smile across her maw; black hair against her cool pillow. Being on her side wasn't the best of positions, but she'd learn that at a later date. Nestled into her bed, palm hot against her thin furred pelvis, the heated pads of her index and middle fingertips stroked firmly against the zenith of her vaginal crease. From between two orange, silky furred folds that melded into pink furless skin, a raised hint of feminine tissue was sensually tickled by her finger's fur; stroked and massaged to pleasure a mind behind closed eyes.

At her age and still so unfamiliar to what she was doing, the act of self-gratification was fresh and exciting. Rather than a relaxing sport, the vixen was filled with an innocent, endearing vigor as she wormed her fingers between her closed legs; tucking them between two tightly clamped, pudgy lips. Having her paw spanked ended up being a mixed blessing, feeling a stinging pain from all of her disciplined pads as well as an intoxicating heat. It flowed through her labial folds as if they were being graced by the warmth of another, turning her young masturbatory efforts into something sensual; quite potentially for the first time. Comforted against her pillow, Shana's nose huffed moist air against the white fabric as her ears listened to the thump of her heart, and the scratching sound of her thin pubic fur being swirled and shifted about. Becoming quick and very ungraceful in her inexperience, the girl's fingertips rubbed from half-way down her slit straight up and over her clitoral hood; flicking repeatedly in that manner, rather than massaging up and down, or in a circle. For each brisk, rough pass of her fingers, her little lips would part slightly to reveal a soft pink, shimmering in the light to highlight all of her smooth folds and pre-pubescent ripples near the cleft of her vagina.

She was still at the point where accidental nicks from her claws did little to hold back her arousal, not causing so much as a flinch. The scratching sensations along the outside of her special mound just summoned more blood to her skin; urging her fingers deeper to escape that little spot, shoving them hard between her closed legs and lips to drag her pads and fur through all of her sensitive, lush bits. It made her thighs tense, indulging in sensations and accompanying feelings that were so new, and still so powerful. Shana pictured her father holding her and doing what ever she wished, toying with her imagination to envision it was her father's warmed paw between her legs. Spreading them just enough to get more of her paw in there, bending her left knee, the vixen reached her fingertips as far back as they could reach; nearing her anus before brushing them back firm towards her front.

Harshly enough to hear the rubs, her fingers and palm separated the childish lips with each quick stroke; mushing the feminine split against her pelvis. Shana rubbed her cheek and muzzle against her pillow, opening her maw to breathe harder, and deeper as she started to lose herself in her imagination. Each pull of her paw that brought her fingers straight through her entire vaginal slit brought her shivers, going clear over her tender passage and up through labial folds to leave her clit. The muscle contractions and convulsions that once plagued her with embarrassment were now the lovely things her paw sought, feeling pumping, flowing sensations coming out of her belly to travel down to her outer crease. It was like that little hole of her's wanted to grip the end of her finger as it traveled briskly on by. So, like any curious girl, thinking of that special someone, she did as her mind commanded.

Curling her trembling fingers, Shana slid her middle finger through her lips and sank it down between them; wrinkling her petals and brushing them out of the way. Reaching back, tail curled tight between her legs, she dug her fingertip at the entrance of her vaginal opening to rub as quickly as she could at it with her sore, stinging little pad. The flesh was wet there against her finger and was soaking into her fur, feeling the tight, quivering spot curling towards the inside of her body like a silken tunnel. While everything she was rubbing before brought such sharp pleasure, using this one spot while thinking of lustful things made her heart beat even faster. Unused and fresh, that little opening felt the first presses of Shana's middle finger curling back into it; parting it ever so slightly, while it's tense, taut skin fought to allow anything inside of it. Jerking and pushing, the girl essentially learned the concept of fingering, having slipped her claw in to pound the outer portion of her feminine ring with the soaked fur of her excited finger.

Going no further than half of her fingertip, feeling her claw prodding her hymen, the fiery vixen needed nothing more than a minute of her low whimpers and rocks of her hip. Body moving in unison with her sexual exploration, overcome, she curled up there on her side and tightened up the last few moments of pounding her fingertip against her virgin passage. Closing her thighs tightly around her finger, constraining it's movement as her teeth came to bare from a sharp, glowing feeling, her finger wiggled to keep pleasuring all of her labia; finger still straight between her majora lips. A wave came from deep within, rushing towards her fingertip with a curious little girl's orgasm; coating her finger in barely half a teaspoon's worth of pre-pubescent lubricating fluid. It spurt around the sides of her finger with gentle force, enveloping it to cover her fur as she shook, straddling her well-spanked paw.

Feeling the throb emanating from her loins, Shana stopped her finger's squirm and held still; opening her eyes to slits as she panted and caught her breath. It wasn't her first orgasm, but getting them did take some effort, as inefficiently and crudely she was currently masturbating. Removing her finger from the grip of her thighs and groin, it slid out of her vaginal cleft with a wet slurp, faint to the ear, to come away from her slit with a tiny sticky, clear strand joining her claw-tip and her clitoris. It broke without notice, as Shana brought the finger up to her face to analyze what she had done. It let off a soft, girl-like scent with a musky undertone, and it cooled her sore finger now that it was in the open air away from her vagina's radiance.

Crossing her green eyes, in a self-induced fog, the girl stared at the glistening shimmer of film coating her claw and finger; seeping slowly between her fingers and over her sore, loose paw. It was slow and hesitant, but Shana slid her orange fur and black hair lightly across the pillow, reaching for her sullied finger. Just as her muzzle-lips nearly touched the clear sheen and her tongue tip left her maw, the girl's curiosity waned and she withdrew her attempt to taste it; licking her lips to moisten them instead, as she cringed. She had no idea what that stuff tasted like. It wasn't pee or anything, and it had an almost sweet allure to it that made her want to try it, despite the bolder underlying scent. In the end, as she rested and came down a little, she found herself continuing to stare until she drew out the tip of her canine tongue to try and catch a tiny taste again; playfully exploring in the privacy and comfort of her room.

Just as her tongue made slight contact, she heard a noise outside of her room that made her body explode from it's current position; making a strand of feminine cum from her muzzle to her finger that broke in a tiny fraction of a second as she bolted out of bed. Ears pivoting wildly, she heard what sounded like the voice of her father just outside her door, and it brought her to her feet to hastily clean up in a panic. Licking her lips, her paws shot for her pink shirt, to which she used to promptly wipe her paw and groin clean with hard, heavy strokes. She wanted to have fun with this, but her dad wasn't supposed to know about that ulterior motive! Pressing fairly firm, the shirt fabric drug itself roughly through her vagina with a few back and forth strokes; giving Shana peace of mind, as well as a few new sensations. Apparently there were things aside from her fur and paw-pads that felt just as nice, but there was no time to ponder that. Hiding what she was doing by shoving the damp spot of her shirt against her underwear and jeans, she had just enough time to throw her butt back onto the side of her bed before the door to her bedroom clicked open.

Trying to make it seem as if she had been sitting there sulking, breathing roughly because she had been crying, Shana slyly turned her head over her shoulder with a frown and a long face. Her head hung; legs closed and paws in her lap, as she looked back towards the door she had been intentionally masturbating with her back towards. Resilient and full of energy, she had a lot more she could give, and it made the casual ruse all the more easy.

As she expected, it was her crimson furred father who was stepping calmly through her doorway, taking his time coming in and closing the door. Kaon, the master of the Jade Palace and a god - Shana's source of metaphysical might - tended to be fairly level-headed in his behaviors. It was likely the sort of thing he wanted to impart on his child, but from Shana's timid standpoint, they were just qualities to be admired. She saw that calm, casual demeanor to be a show of his strength and love, and it made the eleven year old fox's heart flutter in anticipation. He had the ability to make her cry and howl when she earned it, but at the same time, she wanted that sort of attention so badly. At this point, she felt like she legitimately earned it; waiting for the first punishing, yet tender slap of his paw beneath her tail. With the bushy appendage draped behind her, over her wrinkled, messy bedsheets, the girl forced a quick sniffle out of her ebony vixen nose.

“Daddy... ”, Shana said softly in greeting, intentionally making it sound meek in his presence. When she got in trouble, she tended to either act like a “little girl” or take to her tough side and get lippy. It was mostly Fern who got the rougher side, with the pair of girls tending to clash within an awkward family dynamic. For her dad, seeing his shoulder length dark red hair and the thick crimson fur that coated his entire body, she felt no malice of contempt. She was too happy to see him here in her room, still caught in the afterglow of her childish orgasm; eager for more. Even if she didn't have a single one, a girl's libido and dreamy imagination made the 'emotional' side of affection and pleasure all the more important a factor - making this special and necessary to her.

“Shana.”, the elder lord of the palace spoke in similar greeting to his daughter, as the door shut against the crystalline wall.

“Your mother told me what happened. I didn't feel the need to make you wait today.”, he added almost conversationally, sounding as if he took some degree of pity on her. Wearing a long pearly white robe, it wasn't the usual kind he wore around the palace, Shana saw as he stepped around her bed and approached. Fuzzy in texture, it looked more like a bath robe; likely having returned from a dip in the springs. Fur fresh and his face absent of negative emotion, Shana decided to loosen her fake frown and crack him a faint smile.

“Are you mad at me?”, she decided to ask, moving her footpaws idly against the bedsheets dangling down the bed's edge. Shana didn't want to have him upset; seeking one of his calmer, steady swattings that she might be able to get into and utilize. As Kaon stepped around the end of her bed, paws behind his back, the man shook his head with a loose expression on his face.

“I understand you were just looking to play, and did apologize very promptly. Playing that roughly though, with the powers you have... that's too unwise for us to overlook, my child.”, the lord tried to explain with his deep, fatherly tones as his feet stopped their slow walk at the corner edge of Shana's bed. Seeing her in her bare fur was nothing at all new with the disciplinary rule of his home, but outside of spanking, she was getting old enough for him to grant her some space. In reality, it just gave Shana the opportunity to watch and admire the idle sways of such a large, commanding fox-dog tail. Paws remaining in her lap to ensure not a single part of her girl-hood could be spotted, maintaining her false modesty to hide what she had been doing prior to her dad coming in, the younger fox looked down at her sore, red paw.

“Yeah, I know. But nobody got hurt; it'll be okay at least.”, Shana tried to throw in as a positive note in her favor, feeling much more at ease in her father's presence. By his words she'd be punished, but likely not too badly. This would be a grand night for sure! Finally, the touch of...

“My daughter, that is not how you should be thinking!”, she heard snapped above her head, coming off as a harshly spoken plea for rationality. So sudden, it made Shana wince; flatting her ears to rise up again as she turned and lifted her head. In her lap, her right paw rubbed it's fingertips into her aching palm-pad, meeting with such a stern look from her father. Through his face and his eyes, he seemed nearly taken aback by what she had said. Was it really that bad? Shana on the other hand, looked meek and dumbfounded where she sat.

“We have had enough trouble in the past with you not taking your abilities into account before you do things! Cindy certainly did feel pain because of your horseplay - it's not as dry as you claim!”, Kaon opened his paws at his sides, trying to explain how he felt, and the sort of responsibility his child had to take. Having such blessed powers was not easy, and it did irk him to see his daughter take such a nonchalant stance. In the midst of his brief lecture, Shana swallowed quickly; lifting her spanked paw from her lap to hold it open, to urge her father to hear her out.

“Dad, that's not what I meant!”, the young vixen cried out with an underlying note of sudden distress. She couldn't have screwed up her own plan again, not this quickly! But even as she plead, her elder father stepped forward and took his seat on the edge of her bed at her side. Scooting back, the large man was clearly providing an open lap, all without even telling the growing girl what her spanking would be. All so new to trying to sexualize her punishments, Shana might not have been able to enjoy something too hard, or too long. Now, aside from latent arousal, the girl also had a welling fear boiling in her lower belly.

“Lets have no more of this Shana. If you want to downplay what you did, I'll correct you as best I-... ”, her father began to scold with a bit more disdain in his voice, clearing his lap to deliver a solid spanking plus more, before Shana slid on her bare bottom and grasped him by his upper right arm. Clung to his side, holding and feeling the muscle underneath his robe and fur, the pre-teen vixen tried to look her dad in the eye. She really didn't want him to be upset with her, no matter how hard he swatted her. Welts or bruises, she just wanted to feel his love.

“Daddy, please don't get mad, I really didn't mean it that way! I meant she wasn't injured, not that she didn't get hurt! It was still a total accident!”, the girl found herself claiming in her defense, finding out that she was barely lying in actuality. She did mean no harm, and when it came to Cindy, she was an unintended “casualty” of her original plan. Having ceased both of their movements, holding on to the older man's upper arm, she looked into his face with her maw just slightly open and her eyes looking so desperate - if not outright needy.

Please, father, just say it will be okay - then lay down your law.

Not wanting to lose his love during her session of discipline, Shana's uncharacteristic outburst caught her father off guard. Sharing the moment in silence, eye to eye, a raise of his left paw did little more than cup his daughter's cheek; stroking into her fur as he gauged her sincerity. She seemed adamant in not being condemned, seeing his gentler side, but did so little in the way of asking to not be punished. Had he not been around enough for her? Softened by one of the few honest sounding pleas she had ever made, coupled by her brilliant green eyes; still looking a little moist from his wife's spanking; the lord of the palace rolled his muzzle back into a kind smile.

“Alright. You mean it - I believe you.”, Kaon granted her worries a reprieve, holding his thumb against her cheek while his fingers cradled beneath her canid chin.

Shana seemed to ease her expression, quelling her racing heart. That face, and that soft tone of voice was what she so desperately sought when she decided earlier to misbehave on purpose to gain his attention. Her father's touch cradled her spirit, and that gentle voice tickled her fancies and imagination in ways beyond what her fingers could do to herself. Hidden below, just out of sight in their shadows, Shana's clitoris had swelled to a rock-solid erection without a single drop of stimulation; as a younger girl's intense attraction could do, finally getting something she worked so hard for. This is how she wanted things to be.

“But we have a lot we need to share. You need to lay over my lap.”, the fatherly figure came to stress with a deep, pressing tone to his voice while he kept his daughter eye to eye with him; all to make sure she accepted and understood that she did something very wrong in losing track of her strength. She seemed distracted, and he still felt pity for her, but there were rules to uphold, and spankings to be delivered. Kaon had begun considering making her punishment much worse than a swatting from his hand, but with her plea, he decided to have a long go with just his paw. A little father-daughter time. Godly or not, he got the feeling she needed the love and stern correction both, and a decent time over his lap may have been the trick to knock her out of this funk.

From what he could read from his child, Shana did not resist him. As soon as his grand paw left her cheek with a light stroke of the back of his fingers through her raven-esque hair, flowing the black strands over his claws, the young girl moved as he directed. Releasing his upper right arm from her grasp, she merely pressed her weight against it and climbed forward; crawling her bare furred body over his masculine, robe covered lap. As Shana took her assigned position as she very well knew how, settling her pelvic bone in against her father's thigh and getting as comfortable as possible, the elder dog-fox raised his right brow and stroked his muzzle. Fern only spanked her right paw, right? Then why was his daughter in her bare fur; was that an order? Shana was cooperating, and he supposed he wouldn't look that gift-horse in the mouth by pressing the matter with outside questions.

“I think I'm ready... ”, Shana spoke up once she was done wiggling and squirming into place, with the front of her pelvis and thighs cupped perfectly for support against her father's leg.

For now her tail was still down over her bottom, and she was taking proper precaution to keep her legs closed to enough degree to keep her privates hidden from view. Upper body coming off his lap at her age, she was propped up on her forearms with her head up, yet hung in submission as she tried to look back up over her shoulder. She sounded small and sorry as always, but far below the fuzzy, plush fabric of her father's bath robe was in warm contact with the zenith of her vagina and the pinkened, thin skin that crested protectively over her aroused, erect clitoris. The tuft of fluff tickled and caressed the most delicate spot of flesh of her body, and it's sharp, tempting sensations did not go unnoticed by the girl whom was already hiding a deep blush clear down her muzzle and cheeks. Getting what she wanted, straight over the lap of the man she adored, so close to his own personal parts and pinned beneath his will and whim, it all made her quiet and shy during the moment of truth. Above, her father watched and waited until it was his turn; giving his girl a pat just above the base of her tail, in the crease of her lower back.

On command, the elven year old vixen lifted her tail and curled it over her back, baring all of her orange fur and the lighter color peering from between her inner thighs and knees. Round, young, and fit, Shana's backside curved nicely into her pert thighs; giving her lower quadrants definition and shape. The lower bits of fur right at the base of her tail flared out messily, thick in that spot, where it would normally cover her furless, pink tail-hole. Curved into soft wrinkles, her anus barely stood out; partially covered still by the base of her tail in her laying position, to be cloaked in the shadow of her own fur. Further down the sloping crease of her bottom, fur grew thinner and silkier at the base of her rear as it slid seamlessly into her groin. Tops of her thighs meeting her butt and forming a tiny, almost diamond shaped cleft, that little spot was what tucked away her feminine petals; tingling and flowing with all sorts of joyous sensations from lust to love. Forced into a state of hypersensitivity by her own artificially warmed paw, Shana's eyes were fixated on her bedsheets with a quiet, childlike quietness. Holding her own tail out of the way, as she had been taught growing up, Kaon's free left paw suddenly appeared on her left shoulder, trailing softly towards her neck.

“Be good, angel. This one is for real.”, the dark red furred man declared with both a warning and a tender wish for her to calmly endure, as the tip of his index finger grazed the side of her emerald collar - his symbol of love, and family.

Erupting with lacking fanfare, crackling faintly and dully, blue bolts less than an inch in length rippled and arced along the surface of the collar and his daughter's neck; pulling her god-like powers away from her, to drop all of her latent defenses. With it, for the brief time it danced against her neck, Shana lightly closed her eyes and took a deep breath as a rush of energy left her frame. It always felt as if her muscles collapsed their potential, and the aura that radiated vibrantly from her core faded away to pure mortality - leaving her body in a wave from that one point. It was a symbolic way for Kaon to take her powers away for a time, letting her feel what it was like to have them removed more gradually than a snap of his fingers, or a blink of an eye. Fragile and vulnerable, it made her all the more exited to feel plain and ordinary under her father's paws. While she may not have been special to others in this state, she knew she was to him; something to be protected, and cherished, as she felt his paw come to hold her left shoulder.

Once the glow of power left her body, the natural healing being performed on her right paw ceased, and Shana was pulled from her tranquil, serene place with a sudden slash of pain against her palm's pad. She squinted from the sudden jolt, quickly moving to rub her other paw's thumb into her palm to dull the ache she couldn't feel before just as her father placed his paw against her lower bottom. Gritting her teeth and glaring into her fingers, the unexpected soft touch made her ears twitch in a single jump; staring off through the gaps between her digits as her blush fired up all the more intensely. Her lord father's warmth radiated clear between the crease at the bottom of her rear, sending a tiny surge of heated air flowing through the thin, silky fur of her vaginal cleft. His paw was so large, but it cupped her backside with such care; feeling each of his own pads against her, and his eyes staring down at her back.

Before she could so much as utter a tiny sound, clutching her spanked palm, the flat paw beneath her tail disappeared in an instant with a faint upheaval of air. All too aware of what that meant, Shana's muscles tensed and braced for impact; flinching at her shoulders with a sharp drop of her head's height in that split second reaction. Just as Shana's ebony nose touched her cool sheet and her paws gripped the bed, the snap of her dad's paw against her backside rippled sound through the air, and a sharp pain through her skin; jutting her body forwards to scrape her nose harmlessly against the sheet it fell against. Although Kaon had to greatly restrict his own strength, he was one to spank fairly hard, and to make every slap of his paw count. It shot through her defenseless flesh like that of any ordinary child, causing a mild bite of pain that would slowly grow with time; stinging with rolling motions and vibrations to unknowingly tease and stimulate hear adjacent feminine crease.

Ears flattening against her head, turning her head as she winced with each harsh slap of her father's paw, Shana's eyes closed and clenched with every new jolt of pain and pleasure. The spanking hurt, and there really was no escaping that with this being real discipline for a real wrongdoing. However, sexually riled and adoring of that paw; hovering and smacking her erogenous regions; this brought her all the closer to her father. Spanking or not, his paw was touching places she desired, and the resulting pains made her heart beat with raging excitement amid her twitches and jerks from the ache of her punishment. Heat and sting flowed, battering her skin and it's potent, nearly sexual nerves from their location, while the kinetic ripples of force sent high frequency vibrations through her flesh. Tucked away against her father's thigh, shrouded by the darkness of her thighs, the faint hint of pink labia parting between her her orange furred girl-lips moved slightly with each spank; like a glass of water on top of a bass speaker, shifting her vaginal creases any which way. Most potently, driving Shana's young, curious and inexperienced mind wild, was the forward thrust of her hips with every firm spank, driving her clitoris and it's surrounding bared bits of pink into the white fluff of her father's robe.

As she was spanked soundly, filling the room with both dull and sharp snaps from Kaon's punitive paw, Shana's clit tucked against his leg was essentially pleasuring her all the while. Such sensitive nerves tickled so intensely, like a feather tip against the head of a boy's penis, the tuft of white enveloping her nub of girl-flesh provided her with constant masturbation unlike anything her fingers could ever do. All so new, and so powerful, it stood on par with the great sting shooting through her rear, tail, and legs from the endless, fresh barrage of slaps around her two shapely cheeks. Like with her mother, Shana's muscles tensed and released, bringing about pumping sensations from her previously unused feminine passage. Swat after another, it wasn't long before her backside began to hurt fairly badly, milking tears to emerge from the young girl's eyelids. It was all so much, fighting against the pain to take it and use it as something pleasurable.

It was her daddy's paw hitting beneath her tail, she'd say inside of her loud, clambering head. That's his warmth; his touch. The pain flowing like water, and stinging deep into muscle, was his authority and his love; the things she would feel in other ways, if she was one of the few who joined him in his bed. Growing up over his lap, and paddled by so many around the palace, having her butt swatted - a private place in such relation to her personal flower - was what made all of these first feelings. They hurt, but they stirred such thoughts, emotions, and other responses that brought her to this point; lusting for attention. Barely able to keep her legs still from the powerful twitches deep within her lower belly, her raspy breaths and pained whimpers made the light squirming look like she was enduring her spanking and little more, cradled by her father's lap.

Fingers and palm smacking hard, and firm, she felt her father's paw shift it's positions; leaving stinging prints in her nerves in the shape of his paw. Right to left - left to right, from anus to the tops of her thighs, Shana was left whimpering and whining as her skin welted into a light red from the continuing swats. Two minutes in without her powers was enough to start Shana on a gentle cry, sobbing despite her inner delight. Scraping her footpaws against the bedsheets, her thighs rubbed together, hardening their muscles to press her clitoris as hard as she could into the side of her daddy's robe. Jerked against it with every slap, she didn't even have to hump her little hips towards his leg to veritably “jerk off” the tiny nub in the fluff of his flowing garment; heated by her own squirming body and the warmth of her dad's leg. The side of her head pressed into her mattress, teeth bared and maw open with her soft sobs; raven hair flowing messily down her cheek and neck; the young girl sputtered and gasped, breathing roughly with high pitched whines. Her vagina had been so recently awakened, new sensations and excitement brought intense results.

At a mere four and a half minutes into her spanking, rear burning brightly within her mind, Shana found her muscles stiffening from her upper groin down to her calves. Squeezing her paws hard enough to make them quiver, and her right paw's central pad throb, the combination of great pain and pleasure brought her legs to lock up. Toes curled, her two legs straightened and stuck clear out along the mattress as if she was stretching out; not going unnoticed by her father. Hard pressed against his lap, Shana held onto the golden glow rubbing her between the thighs and up into her uterus as she waited with anxiousness for another few swats; eager for their force, and their sting.

Searing and pulsing with her heart, just like her clitoris, another slap hard along the lower right base of her rear, shifting her orange fur made her flinch and shove all of her intra-vaginal muscles outward with a hard press that slid a millimeter of succulent labia from the rear-end of her vaginal cleft. With little wait, she was slapped again just above that spot, leaving a deep burn from the speed and strength of her father's fingers, and yet again on the other side; index finger just faintly nicking the lower left of her tail-hole by accident. It's  pink flesh wrinkled tighter as the ring of anal muscle clenched, teased by a tiny spot of jabbing sting soaking down it's underlying pathway. Those last slaps were all she needed, and with a forward push from her stiff legs and paws, shoving her face down entirely against the bed, Shana endured another series of slaps as her vaginal passage quivered and pulsed outwardly in feminine orgasm. Unlike the one she had before, this one felt less wet, and lasted longer with a sensation that went down her thighs to mingle with the welts that sank into that diamond shaped cleft at the base of her backside and legs.

In it's glow and wake, Shana's limbs and body loosened and slumped back flat against her father's lap; legs going limp. Still stimulated and pushed along by her dad's spanking, now spanking against crimson canine skin, the fox sobbed more tearfully. The pain was increasing rapidly the more her body reacted to the swatting, and it was becoming harder to move past the building agony in her bottom and thighs. Her father's love could certainly smart, even as her little girlish lips were coating themselves in a thin, watery moisture that leaked down her virgin little hole. Her teeth would show as the swats landed, feeling the pain as her ears took in the sound; flinching with each one against her poor backside. Her tail wanted to curl, twitching now as it fought to stay against her back and follow her dear father's will. Vagina throbbing, weeping along with her pain-stricken eyes, Shana both loved and loathed where she was - minutes passing, and sting becoming unbearable.

As the girl laid there, crying and whimpering desperately in the passage of time; footpaws shuffling noisily against the sheets; Kaon had been watching her body and reactions as he held and disciplined her. She was certainly tense, but he was aware he was spanking her fairly hard. It wasn't until her thighs started an aching, back and forth shift against his robe and thigh did the elder father notice something while looking down. He had to crane his head off to the side and continue swatting Shana at an angle, keeping up her tearful squirming, but did notice something that made him both somewhat bashful. Tiny bits of light illuminated through the cleft at the bottom of his daughter's rear, allowing him to catch small, brief glimpses of moistened labia from time to time. Peering from between her normally fully closed lips, the knowledged man could tell she was aroused; at least physically, if not mentally. As he spanked he did watch her expressions and her face, and Shana did appear to be crying near a fit by that point, eight minutes into her hard spanking. He was aware his girl was getting older, and spankings such as this could cause “reactions” that his daughter might not have even been aware of; sobbing in pain, and not looking to be having any fun at all. Prideful and embarrassed, it was easy for the father to dismiss his daughter's swollen petals as being innocent, uncontrollable manifestations of her growing, maturing young body.

While Shana's tears were indeed heartfelt, and she couldn't hold still any longer from his spanking, she was still thankful for it. The paw that held her, and the paw that slapped her in the name of discipline, made her feel so special. Slaps and swats coming roughly around the lower center of her rear, not knowing her father had been pondering things himself, the blows appearing above her tucked-away feminine slit were the result of her father's staring and contemplation. Perhaps subconscious, to make sure she did find pain in it, her father was swatting her quite roughly over her most sensitive, near-vaginal areas over her bottom and tops of her thighs to test her reaction. It sent those kinetic, lovely ripples of sting and vibration straight up to her cervix, fluttering through her tummy, but gracious did they hurt. The pulses and heavy, almost crushing sort of muscle spasms that came from his series of quick spanks made Shana squeal sharply, kicking her feet and sobbing more desperately. The pain was intense, but so was her arousal; throbbing against Kaon's leg and pulsating towards his punitive paw.

“Da-... ! Daddy tha-... hurts!”, Shana cried out, sounding exceptionally tearful and at a higher pitch. He was helping her along to a third orgasm, but as it came to near-being, the eleven year old little fox wasn't finding a lot of pleasure in it. The sting was flowing clear through her tender petals and poking red hot into furless tissue, making the reaction more physical than mental; daddy unintentionally milking her vaginal walls. Finding little to question, seeing his daughter so adamantly claim nothing more than pain, Kaon squinted and sighed relentingly, raising his paw a little higher to move his aim further up her bottom. However, the seed had already been planted, and his robe against the very tip end of Shana's slit would finish what he started.

“Arr-... ! Aa-rrrooo!”, the poor girl let out amidst sputtering cries, pawing at the bed with her maw tucked up against it, unable to take the spanking any further. Pleasure and pain had melded into one single entity, and the inexperienced, knowledge lacking cub couldn't differentiate the two to continue focusing on the good. It became so intense, it brought her back to being merely a punished, young miscreant, even though her vagina throbbed rapid muscle contractions now against her will. Her thigh muscles had started to hurt from all the tension of trying to keep her arousal hidden from her father, and she didn't have her body and mind trained enough for such a long spanking yet. In due time she could make the whole time useful, but this time around, ears lowered and listening to slap after slap, Shana cried and lightly howled as her crotch stiffened into it's last orgasm of the session - taken from her even if her mind was too busy lamenting; fogged in her own afterglow.

Pulling muscles on the inside of her inner thighs taut, her legs clamped around an imaginary, unseen object as her walls spilled over into a powerful orgasm that made Shana growl all the way through it; lifting her head to point her maw upwards. It was a tearful, moaning and girlish growl, pumping her flower's muscles to spill a small amount of young fluids, caught in the fur of her thighs to keep it off her dad's robe. It was hard, doing it while being spanked upon such harsh, thickening welts; crying from it all as she desperately tried to keep from making any noticeable mess, feeling her watery fluids flowing through her inner labial petals, and around her clitoris. It made her quiver, clenching her little bottom as it was slapped; burning red hot, and hurting worse than ever.

Moments came by, as that last amount of lightly sticky translucent fluid soaked and matted into her thinnest, softest fur. She was left to sob and sputter, making all sorts of pained sounds as her head made it down to the bed again to take what would be the final two dozen swats of her punishment. It would have been a full ten minutes, but with her heart racing as fast as it could go in both the throws of tearful lament and joyous sexuality, the girl had not at all kept track of the time. When it was all over, her father's paw simply stopped it's flurry of slaps, and her body was left over his warm, loving lap to rest. Her cries were open mawed, broken into a moderate bawl against her bed with her dad's paw to stroke her back and rub her bottom to ease the fire he caused. Though her vaginal muscles felt spent, aching from their overly excited state, the sensation of having her bottom and upper thighs stroked and massaged brought peace to a small part of Shana's mind. It was the emotional side of attraction and sexuality, that was always alive no matter how tired her body, or young her feminine parts were. His dark fur, his claws, his warmth... she wanted it upon her, and under all of her tears, she was smiling on the inside. She was shy and embarrassed, fearful of looking messy if she stood up, but for what it was worth, it was the best spanking she ever had; and it could only get better.

As she laid there to rest in her father's care and company, just as the vixen would in days past, Shana opened her eyes to wet, dripping slits to see her father's left paw appear in front of her face. Not so much making an expression or moving, hiccuping small sobs she was trying to suppress, she watched as her father; the lordly deity he was; place his index finger against the bed beside them. It's tip erupted in colorful purples and blues, and he began to draw it upward with a stream of brilliant yellow sparks. Being drawn through a rift in space-time, the girl's dodge ball materialized from the bottom up, until the last sparks flew from it's completed top and Kaon's finger left it's rubbery side. Not even a copy, it was his daughter's ball, returned to her from the spot which it had been lost. Coming to hold and stabilize the ball with his index finger, the older of the two sat with his girl across his lap; looking off at the red ball in thought.

“Perhaps... it's time I start thinking about finding you a playmate.”, he eventually said out loud, afraid his daughter may have been getting too lonely for her own good.

That, would be a different tale all together.
