From my money to my mansion, I was the queen of my own castle; and my children were to respect that, and, unknowingly to them, please me when they faultered in their behaviors and duties. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to raise a son and an adopted daughter, but I managed by giving them the things they wanted, and disciplining them with the things they needed - all the while fueling the sorts of pleasures I came to love, punishing my young cubs. My husband didn't give me more than a son before running off on his own once again, so as I realised these little "fetishes" of mine, I decided to take in a little girl; mixing things up as I both loved and creatively corrected her as I did my own boy. At first it felt odd, looking down over Sheira's faintly sloping front, but that was short lived as I found it so natural to punish and control another girl - my little dragoness. That was five years ago.

Now Sheira was eight, and with a morning of she and her brother failing to get along; no matter what I or the house staff told them; I was in the middle of venting my frustration and secretly rather enjoying it, especially after hearing her whine and argue so unbecomingly for a pretty young lady. In front of my son I grabbed her ear and gave it a twist, promising them they were both in trouble before dragging her off for a bath - making her first to be punished. She was well aware of that, and it made her real quiet as I slipped her out of her blue sun-dress and dipped her into the tub. I never really cared about being modest in front of my daughter, stripping down to just my panties so she wouldn't get my own dress wet; letting my breasts and curves stand firm and bare, just as I could see her own tiny nipples against the gray fur of her flat chest. Black fur making calf high socks upon her legs and covering her hands and muzzle, the pony tail I normally tied for her was now damp and hanging against her back as she sat in the tub at my side.

Whimpering and lightly trying to hold back her sobs, Sheira's green little eyes were avoiding mine as I rubbed my right index finger throughout her mouth. I coated it in a liquid soap I kept in my master bathroom; thick and a very opaque yellow that smelled so pungent of perfumes that I knew I had to try it on my cubs. I wasn't disappointed either, soaping my dragon's muzzle so effectively with just the pink pad and tan fur of my finger, giving me an opportunity to relax and just let loose on her. I loved feeling around her mouth, intentionally scrubbing at her tongue as it squirmed and slid by, and pressing at her cheeks and her sharp teeth. There was a lot for me to take in, and I took my time with it as I explored her maw; allowing it to drip copious amounts of foamy white lather and slimy bits of yellow soap. It was personal and it must have tasted as powerful as the scent told me, tasting utterly foul - burning her maw for sure the way she could barely sit still in the bath water.

"Swallow again Sheira.", I asked her as soon as her maw was filled with too much suds and impeding my fingertip's warm oral massage. Having barely gotten my claw out of her mouth, continuing with such haste, Sheira didn't bother to argue even if this was her second gulp of lather. Her mouth closed, sealing her soapy lips as she tipped her head back and made a faint 'grr-lp!; rolling a lump down the length of her bare throat with a curl of her ebony muzzle. Her lips parting ith a quiver, I went right back about coating my finger with the thick yellow goop again; heavy and liberal.

"Momma roo, it really burns!", Sheira told me with a subdued and teary voice, accepting my punishment despite her pathetic complaint. It didn't whine, but still, it's similarity to her earlier misbehavior made my finger that much faster to return to her muzzle. Offering it to her mouth, Sheira barely gave up a frown before opening her muzzle for me like an obedient princess. Dipping my slick and wet digit between her black furred lips, passing her front teeth, I bypassed her gladly avoidant tongue and began rubbing the pad of my finger against the hot and spongey bottom of her mouth, working around the base of her tongue and gums; allowing her to nearly close her mouth around my invading finger as the feeling of lather crept into the fur around the base of my claw once again.

"Momma roo isn't quick to listen to you, when you don't listen to her. We'll be doing this until your bath water gets cold, so you had best settle in.", I felt it necessary to retort on the sharper side, scolding her now that my finger was back to keeping her silent; eyes avertant as she got to feel me wiggling and rubbing about her mouth as she sat cross legged in the tub. All of the foul yellow soap I had slathered over my finger worked it's way into the crevices between my daughter's teeth as I rubbed the tip of my finger briskly along her lower set's inner bases - forcing Sheira's saliva to pool and help the soap to lather throughout her maw as the suds grew up around her tongue. The activity made my girl breathe awkwardly, rolling a hot breath over my hand as I curiously went about slowly punishing her maw, watching soapy saliva leak from the ends of her muzzle to saturate black and gray furs.

With Sheira's eyes tilted down along with her head to a faint degree, I used the opportunity to take a good glance down my girl's body over the ends of my breasts and the percelain that divided me from her and the water. Allowing my finger to slide around with simple repetitive motions, focusing this time on her lower teeth to buff them to a squeak, I focused more on my eyes as they struck the shine of the bath water that wrapped around Sheira's upper belly. It was smooth and thin; so pretty; and it flowed right down to her pelvis. Her groin fur was as ebony as her hands and feet, and I spotted the cleft of my daughter's vagina tucked between her and the floor of the tub without difficulty. Her legs crossed, I couldn't see a single hint of pink as her chubby young lips hugged together naturally. It even flowed into her tail well, and the sight made my tail shift. Sheira was like a toy, along with being my daughter.

Leaving the dragoness' crotch and thighs with a tepid blink of my eyes, I placed my gaze back upon her muzzle; again nearly overflowing with all of the lather I had managed to build. Tiny white bubbles crested her lips and gathered on her chin like a hatchling's spittle, joined with a stiff and uneasy jaw as she squinted and seemed to look into the white porcelain beneath my nipples; innocently distracted in her attempt to endure the quiet.

"Again; swallow.", I instructed her to continue as I withdrew my digit, this time making a large strand of sudsy saliva as my finger left her mouth. It must have felt slimy to her as her maw stayed partially open until the thick strand of saliva split and fell to the porcelain; perhaps embarassed bv all of the spit. I didn't mind, finding the sight to be arousing for my purpose, and more so as I watched Sheira gulp down another thick mouthful of those tiny perfumey bubbles. Her muzzle curled more sharply this time even if the swallow made no sound, leaving her to make a sad 'mr-nnn!' whimper. That frown broke right into a soft lick of her lips, gathering a little more of the soap into a second tiny swallow; leaving me to think she didn't get all of it out of her teeth with the first one.

Satisfied, I grabbed the soap dispenser and pumped four big globs over my soapy finger as a sniff broke the room's silence. Being quick still, wanting to keep worming about her maw, I didn't give my girl more than a second to wipe her chin before looking to place my finger inside her mouth again. Honestly eagar, feeling a sharp yearn folowing through the outermost edges of my labia; against the white cotton of my underwerar; I pressed my finger between her lips before I think she was really ready for me. I flattened the pad of my finger against the top surface of her tongue right off, which brought her arms to raise and her mouth to open in a slight wretch. Her tongue slid by like she had accidently licked the soap off, and I went right back to work with a new focus on her upper teeth. I rubbed against their smooth surfaces front and back, working my finger between her gums and her lips to free a lot of the soap from my finger before swishing it all around to work up a fresh new lather I could beat into the roof of her mouth. Touching it made her fingers curl and her eyes clench, but with a sweeping and rolling motion I massaged and smacked the lather up into her bony, wet little pallette. It made such a sound... 'clorp-clorp-clap-clip-clorp-..!'. That made a lather real quick within the hot and moist confines of her little maw, soaking around my finger as her muzzle stayed half closed around my explorative digit. In moments time, and with a hint of inner excitement, I made an order I really wanted to give again - finding an underlying erotic thrill to making her eat the soap suds my invasive but simple punishment made. 

"Gulp it down Sheira.", I directed her before pulling my finger away with a glide over her lower lip, this time trying to spring the directive on her as a surprise.

This time she made a protesting and tearful sound as I left her orifice, with my finger coated in a layer of spit as thick as the soap I had on it before. She paused, holding her grimace as if she was having trouble stiffening up the muscles in her muzzle and gullet to force down more of the burning suds. She closed her eyes to focus and made a deep, wet gulp that traveled slow down her throat. As the creamy white soap sank toward her tummy, burping a hint of it's perfume back into her maw, she huffed uneasily and opened her muzzle a little. 

"Momma roo... ", she complained for pity, lifting her green, wet little eyes. I just shook my head; I had already told her what was going to happen, and that I would pay her whimpers little mind when she so blatantly ignored everyone. Right away I went about coating my finger, but this time, just the end of it.

"Show me your teeth. Put them together like you're going to brush them.", I trudged on, finding this intimacy with my daughter's mouth to be wonderful and clearly effective on top of it. Sheira hesitated, I could tell, but with a solumn look and expression she parted her lips - baring her clenched pearly white dragon teeth. I could see her two fangs, and all of the other sharp ones neatly lined up between her pink gums. Her hands moved through the water to make it ripple in her discomfort, coming to cradle her hands into the safety of her lap; tucked innocently against that cleft I spotted before. Her eyes didn't break away this time as they watered, and I looked right into them to share a bond of understanding as I leaned forward and reached for the back of her head with my free hand.

I cradled the back of her head just behind her right ear, slipping my fingers into her hair as a calm and motherly gesture; bracing her head to take my time with this bit of punishment. Leading in with the yellow-coated pad of my right index finger, I placed it up against Sheira's front teeth and began a slow, hard rub. It wasn't as easy to make a lather against her front teeth, but I wanted it that way; forcing pure soap through them and building a small amount of lather as I meticulously massaged the fronts of her teeth. Behind them her tongue began to have trouble with the endless foul, hot flavor, nagging where it could not easily leak, and I was sure taking my time - just rubbing. As my finger began to slide less easily, I lifted the soap bottle and gave another squirt onto my finger, continuing right along down the left side of her face, starting with her fang.

I took it all in, watching her lips try to be good and stay out of the way for me. I was loving my oral massage, going after the tastebuds and teeth of a dragon. I watched her spittle flow between her lower lips and gums, and shiny soap and lather ooze from between her teeth, coating them like a cloud of runny, bubbly toothpaste. With the hand I had cradling her head, I used it to try and keep any lather from dribbling out when possible, and turn her head when I wanted to rub at her right-side teeth; feeling squeaky and buffed from all of my attention. Her breath reaked of the soapy fragrance, and the bad taste must have been getting unbearable from all of her tiny squirms.

Well into my lengthy session of fang polishing, I caught Sheira's cheeks stiffening and the ends of her maw dripping with watery, yellow tainted spittle. Seeing such trouble, surely with a tickle in her throat encouraging her swallow, I held back a voice that would make it sound like I rather liked making her strain at this point. 

"There. You'll be tasting that for a while. Lick your teeth clean.", I decided to end on as I looked over Sheira's face and my own handiwork; finger feeling over saturated and my pad wrinkled from all the moisture.

Reaching down to give my curious punishment a rest and wipe my fur clean on my panties, Sheira begrudgingly did as I asked without any of her protestful sounds, wanting to clear the soap from her mouth. She swallowed right off the bat, then opened her muzzle wide for me - showing me all of its red and pink as her tongue began licking her teeth clean of the sheen I rubbed into them - stretching and rolling. With a look of discomfort and disgust, my dragoness' tongue lashed at her teeth; picking between them with it's tip to collect milky soap and loose lather. The sight was a treat, and it brought my finger to wander toward the rim of my underwears' leg hole. I slipped it under the cotton and stroked along the side of my outer lip; Sheira showing me more of hers as her hands slid onto her legs amidst her shifting around. Looking over her hip and tail, tipping my head to look around toward the butt she sat on, I felt my lips loosen as I thought of words. 

"At least you're not yelling anymore. That was really bad of you Sheira.", I sighed aloud, thankful to have her cooperation after she riled me up. Her muzzle sore from its treatment, the little girl in front of me quickly ran her tongue across her lips to stretch her facial muscle. My interruption of the scene we made together increased her fidgeting as she tried to ease some pressure off her rear from sitting still, coming to lean forward and bend her knees upward as her tail curled through the water very slowly for her other side. 

"I'm sorry Momma Roo - really... ", she looked up at me and tried to press an apology, coming off as worn and teary. I had been putting her through a lot, but I wasn't nearly done.

"You know I'm figging your bottom after this, right? You're going to have your tail hiked up good for all that nasty ruckus.", I promised her one of her most classic and primary of punishments, wanting to teach her a lesson and enjoy that sweet under-tail I liked playing with so much. Surely the thought of getting gingered crossed her mind, and she did little more than frown in self pity, curling up a little in her cross legged seat. I had been giving her tiny fingers of cut ginger under the tail since I adopted her in Pull-Ups; seeing that baby girl teeter about with her tail outstretched from the heat. My little girl's tailhole was an embarrassing and easy please to punish her - right down to suppositories.

"But-!", I broke off from the thought, bringing my daughter's green eyes back to me. Her seat wasn't ready to be hot just yet. 

"We have to finish your maw-soaping first. I have a little more for your tummy, and you're not going to like it one bit.", I condemned her to an idea I didn't actually share with my words. Not done with watching Sheira struggle to swallow down her lather, I wanted to give her as much as I could - calling it a finale.

Pressing one knee into the pad I knelt upon, I leaned to my side and fetched a drinking glass off of my marble counter; decorative and tall, that I had been keeping in my bathroom to rinse my mouth out. Allowing Sheira to watch and dread, unsure of what I was doing, I made a brief show out of unscrewing the pump cap off the disgusting soap container - pouring the cloudy yellow detergent like molasas into the glass. It was easily half a cup; quite a lot; and though I could have done that with the dispenser, watching Sheira's heart sink at the goopy pour of the soap set the scene I wanted rather well. Dipping the glass into the water in front of Sheira, I filled it with the girl's own bath water, nearly up to the rim. It was one of those moments where I hope she did urinate in the tub. 

 Covering the glass' edge with my left paw, I kept a firm hold on it and shook it up quickly. It turned from a yellow slurry to a froth of white; more soap than water it seemed like when I was done agitating and mixing it.

Swiping my left hand through the water to rince the puff of bubbles off of it, I was left with a thickly lathered glass of soap-water. It was perfectly opaque and sure as heck didn't look like a drink, but with the way Sheira pulled her head back and bit her uneasy lip, she knew well that the rim of this glass was going for her muzzle.

"Back straight, and sit on your hands.", I strictly barked, wanting to see those little fingers of hers under the press of her bottom where they couldn't interfere or try to hold the glass. Sheira was used to such orders, making her hands leave her lap to dip under her butt palm side up after she gave a bounce to provide her hands some room under the crease of her tail. Her legs flexed and tried to get comfortable, but they didn't have enough time to squirm the ache away before I leaned forward with a shift to her right side.

I cupped my left hand against her neck and shoulder, and at the same time, brought the drinking glass of soapy water to the front of her mouth. She frowned hard and seemed like she would sob, but Sheira choked it back and allowed the glass' edge to go between her lips. Carefully and slow, but feeling my heart pittering with a sort of excitement, I tipped the glass back little by little until the frothed, lathery water came up against the black of her muzzle. Feeling it, she stiffened her lips instinctively as the first bit of it trickled into her maw; biting her sense of taste with perhaps some of the most bitter fluid yet.

"Sit completely still while I feed this to you. I hold the glass - you just drink.", I commanded her, moving my left paw under her jaw in response to the tension she assumed. I knew she would have been very objected to drinking the soapy water, but I glared down at her, tipping her head back just a little. She was going to have this whole glass forced into her stomach, and that was final.

Those glistening, watery, desperate green cub eyes peered silently over the glass and my breasts as the soap water stayed still against her lips for a few long moments, lather against the end of her muzzle. Met only with resolve; nostrils filled with the fumes from the glass; mommy's little dragon sullenly did just as she was told. 

The sudsy water flowed, taking creamy white into the gray and black of my daughter's maw as she caved like a good girl, filling her mouth to drink. Her snout curled and her teary eyes squinted at the sharp bitter and flowery burn, stiffening as her gullet resisted... 

Gurr'... Grr-rrlp! 

Sheira made a rough and labored swallow, forcing herself to let the water into her throat. It must have flowed despite the heavy slime I gleefully imagined coating her esophagus, because my dragoness continued her effort with only short pauses, gulping it down like a frothy beverage. Tiny bit by tiny bit the water in the glass; pure white; began to shrink with each visible roll of her throat, emptying through her own will to drink the thick sludge and place such a large amount of soap in her thin, lovely little belly. I'm time, watching her and holding her, I even had to tip the glass further to continue easing the punishing liquid into her maw - each tough, hard swallow making her huff and breathe through her nostrils. 

Suddenly, breaking her rhythm, Sheira snapped her eyes and her mouth shut as a bubbling tickle, searing its heat against her gullet and tongue, jarred her growing sick feeling into a resistant jolt that stopped her from swallowing the water down. A bit spilled from the sides of her maw as she wretched and shrunk, pulling her fingers out from under her tail to dart for her mouth; holding back her cough. 

"Sit on them, now!", I even surprised myself with how sharply and immediately I demanded, before her fingers even reached her mouth. Spittle coating the rim of the glass and making her lips messy, the frowning little girl sobbed once and tried to compose herself as she grit and bared her teeth out of sad frustration - coming to force her paws under her butt's press once more. 

"If you're going to start disobeying, I can put this glass aside and make things harder Sheira. You already know I'm disappointed in you as it is.", I scolded harshly, sounding intentionally mad as I took the glass and shoved it off to my side, back on to the counter to capitalize on her mistake. She had already swallowed down half the glass, and condemning her to something new when she could see how far she had gotten seemed to bite at Sheira's stiffening cheeks. 

"Momma I can finish it!", she tried to tearfully attest in her favor, nearly begging me for the rest of the punishment. That certainly stirred the nerves skittering their pleasures through the length of my vagina, and more so when the protest caused Sheira to 'urp!', clearly having disturbed her unsettled tummy and all of its lather. She exhaled roughly through her nose, tipping her head and sitting the most uncomfortably as I had seen her yet; mushing the thinly furred lips of her cunny against the bottom of the tub. 

"You had your chance before you tried guzzling the suds and pulled your hands out from under your butt. Now you can just think about cooperating better with a different punishment, and it's going to be your back-end instead of your mouth.", I let my passion do a little bit of the scolding as I leaned past her side and reached my hands beneath the water, popping the drain to begin emptying the bath. Close to my daughter, I could see her jaw shake at the corner of my eye - looking as if her muffled, restrained sobs wanted to turn into a wail of self-pity. 

 The water made a dull roaring sound, and though Sheira was clearly upset and fearful of what might have been to come, I got her to stand up and get ready to dry off. All she knew was that her bottom was in trouble, and it was beyond the figging I had already promised. Standing, her tail was kept low and tense as water trickled and flowed off her fur and appendages, trailing over curves and off of fingertips. One paw on her belly, seeming to cradle it as I had a one sided "discussion" about how she had been acting - coupled with the occasional subdued, teary promise to improve - Sheira made her way over the porcelain edge of the tub with a careful lift of a leg. It wasn't modest, and showed me some definite pink as I knelt beside her and assisted her with a hand.

Foot claws settled against the white tile of my bathroom, I turned my kneel into a careful crouch and began drying Sheira off with a towel. She stood so uneasily, just trying to keep upright and still as I rifled her fur and stroked down her arms and chest. I made it seem so commonplace, but really, in a position where my own pussy-lips were spread beneath the thin veil of my panties, I enjoyed doing the same to my timid little dragoness - working the towel down to her black-furred crotch to stroke her small slit from side to side to brush her labia and folds open as she stood with legs only slightly apart. The cleft of her vagina stretched to show smooth, delicate flesh without wrinkle when taut; clitoris well covered by its sheath of feminine skin. Looking right between her legs, the most I could see was a flash of her urethral opening: that pin-prick of a pee-hole of hers; and the bit of labia that hid the passage to places deeper, father back toward her tail. It was adorable, and with Sheira watched innocently as the soft cotton brushed her tender, eight year old flower, I was left with a stronger urge to rub myself that before. It was nagging, trying to get through rubbing down her tail and legs nice and slow without being able to run my thighs together. 

"... What are you gonna' do Momma roo? My... You know... Tail?", I suddenly begin to hear ahead of my ears, squatted down so low as my hands worked the towel carefully down my daughter's legs, rubbing into her kneehollows. I squinted sightly, looking down at her black, figiting toes as I worked, knowing her soft questioning was to feel me out after noting her bottom was in for trouble.

"Your butt?", I questioned discreetly, taunting her young sensibilities over getting punished. 

"Other than a ginger fire tucked under your draggie-tail, you're going to get a full workout.", I had to hold back a smirk as I rubbed the towel against Sheira's ankles. She knew what a "workout" was when it came to her tail, and being told that her discipline was going to such harsh, personal, and embarrassing lengths made my girl take a sharp breath. 

"Oh momma' - no! Please, it's too... N-nnnnh!", my daughter outright whined, sounding desperate until she stopped her teary voice with a sad, defeated sound. She knew not to argue, especially when she had just been told to try and be good for her next punishment. My little Sheira had reason for her discomfort; standing uneasily as I brushed the towel by her toes. 

A "workout" was a favorite of mine that I hadn't indulged within in some time, easing up on some of the more arousing punishment methods as Sheira got older and had a stronger sense of "personal space." Following the thump of my heart and the swollen labia my stance splayed, I decided to use the situation and bring it back today - promising openly to subject Sheira's anus to a series of workouts to cause discomfort and shame, along the same flavor as her figging, or so I've taught her.

It used to be when she was but a toddler, and I was still warming and playing with the idea of "correcting" and enforcing my will upon a small dragon of the same gender, that I would lay her down and subject her to backside to stresses. Like a calm spanking, she was left sore, and often well clean from enemas and suppositories. I didn't need to look up to see my little Sheira's look of distaste, but finishing with her drying, I did anyway, giving her a mild glare.

"It's just what you need to calm you down, and teach you to do as your told - not to mention show some subservience to a boy that's older than you. I expect you to prove that you're sorry for the racket you made, and for not drinking that glass, by quietly acting like the little lady you should have been all along.", I turned my scolding into directive, reasoning my harshness against her behaviors to push her cooperation. Sheira frowned enough to curl her draconian lip, and as I stood up, she opted to not argue or say a word. Instead her right foot paw scuffed against my bathroom tile, brushing her pads against the cool surface in her timid discomfort as her tail shifted from side to side; perhaps feeling phantom feelings in that lovely tail and bottom of hers. 

Pineing and dominance aside, now able to look down over my adoptive dragoness, a cold feeling between my legs made me curl my brows and peek down my breasts and belly. A big wet spot coated the front of my panties where my vagina had been pressing in my crouch, deeply moistening my groin from the thoughts bubbling in my head. Knowing not to stammer or act bashful, I played it off with a tepid sigh as my quick check seemed to catch Sheira's eyes to the crease between my legs as well in a passing glance.

"Guess your bath got them wet - darn it. Oh well, it's not like you haven't seen a girl before, being one yourself... ", I said as I moved on, pulling my underwear down from my hips as if it was nothing. The fabric left my crotch and fell loose as it came down my legs, baring the brown fur of my groin and the hint of my own exposed labia; lightly reddened; shedding my modesty with an innocent overtone to enjoy this special time with my play-toy dragon. I saw her take a curious look between my roo-thighs but then shyly tip her head away, making it apparent that she wasn't accustomed to what a mature slit looked like. 

Shedding my damp panties from my long kangaroo paws, bending over and lifting them one at a time, I held my one garment in my hands as I stepped past Sheira for the other side of my luxury bathroom; the staging place for my getting to secretly explore my girl's bottom. The toilet and a massage table with an attached utility counter were just a few paces in the other direction, and the things I needed were underneath.

Indulging in this new idea of my own nudity and Sheira's young eyes seeing my own lush curves, I lifted my tail to a weak arch as I bent down into the utility cabinet with the dragoness keeping a pace just behind. Letting off a steamy huff into the dim confine of my cabinet, hearing my dragon's tiny claws in the tile, I imagined her giving my butt a good glance behind my back - and with her standing still behind me, I'm sure her curiosity was making her. Collecting the things I needed, like a box of suppositories, enema bulb and ingredients, and what was essentially a glass rectal toy - bulbous in the way it changed width - I'm thinking the bit of cool air I felt under my thick tail was a good sign that I was able to introduce Sheira to my adult tailhole and backend of my vulva, and how it all shaped together. I discreetly tipped an old hand mirror under the counter to find, sure enough, Sheira looking bashfully under my tail with her right hand under her mouth. 

Heh, I made sure she had a good few moments to peek - the naughty lass. 

Dropping my tail as I stood up, I prepared the enema water in a bowl; arranging my tools and toys to keep from making myself or Sheira wait. All I really needed was plenty of baking soda to make her very unhappy, and kept looking over my shoulder to make sure she watched me pour a huge cupful of the white powder into the water meant for her. Her mouth moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but my girl managed to still her lips - pausing to instead cover her maw as she burped just a little. She made a face, looking irked by what had to be some of the soap fumes coming up.

Loving that maw of hers, and imagining her poor little tummy-ache, I was pleasantly enthralled to find her breath still reeked of that yellow, flowery soap when I sat down on the toilet lid and waved her over right after that bubble came up from her stomach. She stepped over to me squinting and rubbing her belly, keeping her eyes up despite my spread legs and obvious, well displayed genitalia. It was there between my wide thighs that she stood, directly in front of me in a way she had been taught before - ready alongside the items I had prepared. 

"Finger first to warm up. Expect a hard rub, and to have to open your maw a few times.", I continued her punishment, setting the mood with the tone of my voice as I lifted my right index finger get up to my muzzle, waiting to finish speaking before trying to slicken it up within my maw. Momma roo used no lubricant, and saliva was all Sheira would get. She knew that, and her head slumped like her tail, looking down into my lap as she tried to cope with her session of discipline continuing when she had already gotten such a strong dose. 

Suckling on my finger and coating it intentionally with spit, I looked over her flattened ears and face; all that cute gray and black that made up her appearance. I was about to finger the heck out of her butt and make it look like nothing more than a an alternative to spanking... And my god, I couldn't wait. That warmth and tightness made me wish in the past that I could have been male, to toy with her a bit more "deeply." 

"No more silent treatment. Yes - ma'am.", I aimed to force her to say as my finger sloppily left my mouth, shining and layered with a coating of thick saliva. Against my legs, nearly huddled against me, shirt lifted her weary, wet eyes.

"Y-.. Yes mommy roo. I'll be good now, promise.", the young dragon cub tried to ease the tension she felt by cooperating, speaking on her tearier voice as she stood stiffly. 

As if to both ignore and acknowledge what she said, I looked her in the eyes as I held my stern look and reached down and around her thin, endearing little body.

My hand brushing up against her hip and backside, I reached beneath her tail and wedged its base upwards with my knuckles; making my presence felt no matter any willingness she might have held. Knowing her bottom and the base of her tail well, going from gray to her under tail's black, I worked my wet, slick digit right up into her backside, getting it between her cheeks as I felt and shoved for any resistances. It didn't take but three seconds for the tip of my finger and shiny ebony claw to find it'd way to her anus, glancing down at her butt for only a moment before coming back to watch her face curl. 

Sheira's tailhole had some natural resistance from its pristine nature, but with my hand tucked against the crack of her rear and into the base of her furry draconic tail, I wiggled and pushed my finger without holding back - wanting to dip it right into her. My finger slid inside bit by bit, curling and turning my wrist to get a little more into her each time.

"M'rrrff-...!", the little dragoness both grunted and whimpered, baring her fangs from such an intrusive, discomforting feeling worming and wriggling into her rectum. I had her pulled up against my lap, and as soon as I felt her come up half way between my second joint and knuckle, I curled my finger and withdrew a little, starting my workout with a firm press of my pad against the moist, spongey lining of her tail-pipe.

"There we are.", I sighed softly, letting my thought come out of my mouth as I held onto my daughter and diddled her tail. Trying to keep it firm and deep, I continually used the thicker end of my finger while following my motions with turns and curls of my digit in different directions; pulling at her sphincter and pressing on different organs.

Directly stimulating my arousal without a hand upon my groin, the sensation and act riled me up. Sheira's tailhole felt so soft, even as it squeezed and rubbed against my finger. Her insides were warm, and her rectum hugged me like a glove as I beat my fingertip into it, keeping the workout on the rougher side. Sheira stepped on her feet a little, lifting a leg just barely in an attempt to get comfortable and endure my insistent prodding of her butt. I merely followed her tail and jammed my finger harder into her pucker to make sure it stayed deep during my initial rub-down; lubricated by only my saliva, making it take a touch of effort to properly work her bottom. 

For my innocent, miscreant little dragoness, the wriggling and sliding against her anus and into her colon must have brought some whelling, sharp feelings into her belly. Her hips came forward a bit with some of my thrusts and withdraws, just barely placing the very zenith of her slit against my pelvis. I imagined it felt so big in such a small butt, stirring feelings she didn't understand - aside from sheer embarrassment and shame. Her muzzle radiated heat from the blush it hid, curled into a shy, awkward "snarl."

After a time of stretching her pink, young pucker, I abruptly withdrew my digit with an outward slide, dragging my half dry fingertip along the wrinkles of Sheira's tailhole - leaving her tailbase with a light, sloppy high-pitched sound. Her tail curled as I left it, making her exhale a breath from her maw, figiting as she seemed to clench her anus in pulses. 

Right away I lifted the finger to her height, offering it to her mouth as I warned her was going to happen. A part of a full workout was me picking her ass and having her suck the fur of my finger clean, and boy did that help her keep a nice tidy bottom. As usual it wasn't bad, but my girl's nostrils still flared and her frown got bigger. She fought with herself and forced her mouth open without me needing to give any verbal orders, accepting my whole right index finger into her big, dragon-y maw. Closed around me like a pacifier, a single suckle made her pause and grimace, followed by a slow suckling motion on my digit: her tongue lashing and rubbing up against it through her motions. The grit and slime pulled from my fur, she released my finger with a wet slap as her mouth opened to a few strands of sticky long saliva linking her tongue, roof of her mouth, and my myself. 

"Sour... ", she meekly complained with a contorted face, licking the inside of her mouth and smacking her chops at the taste of her own bottom; essentially the same as if she rimmed herself. Not looking to dawdle or allow her tail to recover from my brief fingerings, I reached around the girl to straddle her under-tail again, now lubricated by Sheira's spit rather than my own.

"That's nothing Sheira. Turn this way - face forward.", was all I did to dismiss her, pointing to my left, continuing as if I had barely listened. That directing hand of mine took my dragoness by the shoulder and helped her pivot on her unsteady feet, tucking her hip and thigh against my vagina with a mild bump against my groin as I settled her against my exposed inner left thigh - standing and trying to look around her side to see my hand under her tail. 

Placing my left hand open on her chest, I slid it down over her faint little nipples and down the supple, smooth curve of her young belly. Held and stabilized against my leg, turned profile to me, I had a lot more room to comfortably place a lot more leverage against her backside. Having been holding and guiding her with my hand upon her butt, finger within the crack of her ass all cool and wet, I turned my wrist until my hand was half upside down and gave a good push with my forearm - wedging her cheeks back apart with my finger to force her tight little tailhole back to a stretched state, swallowing my finger up. 

Like it was indeed nothing, I held onto Sheira firmly and looked down at her ass as I began working it out with a heavy fingering, pulling out more before pushing it back in a bit harder, knocking and flapping the base of her tail about. Right away my dragon toy grunted deeply and femininely, breathing in huffs as her front pressed into my soft inner thigh, seeming to shrink a few centimeters as her toes curled. She sounded and looked so displeased, but I had noticed during sessions prior that I could puff up her labia rather well - leaving me in a blissful daze as I essentially raped the utter heck out of her tail. That growl of hers quickly became a distressed whimper, rolling it into a teary sound as I pounded on her back door with such an intense... Massage. 

Sheira's bottom clenched and quivered, hugging against my hand as her tail curled into an arch, looking as if she was stretching where she stood. It eased after some strokes of my finger, one joint to the next; my fingertip striking her bladder; until the base of her tail warmly cradled itself against my hand, tucking it into her butt as I invaded it. I could hear the tiniest if slapping sounds from the saliva in the wrinkles of her anus when she wasn't making sounds of displeasure, unable to keep still on her black furred foot claws. My finger heated nicely, feeling so many things as she undoubtedly felt many more, clear up into her uterus, vagina, and her soap-filled stomach.

As she grunted from a big curl and pull, followed by a jam of my finger way up her rectum - to my knuckle - Sheira's gullet worked up another faint burp. I saw her tummy tighten and go taut, and I smelled that pungent soap flow through her bare teeth. From it I felt her colon convulse, essentially working its spongy interior against my diddling finger. 

"I think it's a good time for a little 'repeat after me'.", I decided, holding my hand firm against her under-tail and buttocks to simply work my finger in and out of her as I talked. Enduring the stroking, I was going to make her stand there and shame herself.

"Girls are less than boys.", I stared into Sheira's folder ear as I uttered with a hidden look across my muzzle, looking to knock her down the totem-pole. Her hands fidgeted against my leg and her front, facing forward with her head down as my hand moved her lower half a little with my motions.

"Ah... Girls are l-... Less than boys.", the eight year old so tightly wrapped around the thick of my right index finger repeated with quiet, sheepish difficulty.

"Four more times.", I ordered, wanting her to repeat my little lesson - wanting her to respect a boys' authority and know her place.

Furthering her demeaning, sniffling and looking as if she wanted to cry from being asked to say such a thing, I locked my eyes and nose on her butt, and added my left hand to the feelings she felt behind her: doting over her tail and using the extra hand to spread her ass apart further. Leaning in, I got a good look at her tailhole wrinkled and bared around my finger, and the way it rolled and moved as it swallowed my digit into her puckered little hole. Sad and slow, Sheira repeated my words - 'girls are less than boys'.

With my close hold and good leverage, I beat the end of my finger up and down the short length of my dragon's vaginal passage from the inside as I let her embarass her femininity. I made sure I did it hard while moving my finger slow, to make a full, throbbing feeling jut into her belly and girl-parts, as if her junk wanted to bulge out from between the lips of her immature cunny. Sure enough the girl whimpered upsetly, and her hands wedged between my thigh and her groin to hold herself. I could see the tips of her claws between her legs, down where I split the cheeks of her ass and pulled on the lush curves that flowed into the back of her vulva. 

"So what your brother tells you, you need to respect. Be a little lady, or mommy will give you a very unlady-like hiney.", I followed up my lesson and message with clarity, suddenly tightening the muscles in my hand to jam her rectum with some way faster thrusts. Grabbing hold of her tail, I kept fingering her up to my knuckle with the sound of moving, slapping flesh from the force, keeping my finger mostly straight to get as deep into her rectum as I could. 

Sheira let off a red-muzzled cry, sobbing twice from the pounding she got as she was lectured. Feeling my finger way up inside of her bottom, into the queezy feeling of her upset tummy, the stimulation made her squirm and try to clench as her anus heated and her intestines moved. I felt each muscle and quiver around my big finger, and doing it so roughly made Sheira hike the base of her tail and lift her right knee, leaning into the attention awkwardly. Bent over my thigh slightly, I smirked as I was greeted by a hint of her labia peering out from between two lips of thin gray fur - aroused and stimulated whether she knew it or liked it. A faint sheen of moisture graced the center of her slit, showing me all of the nerves my special punishment was stirring within her body. 

Ready to move on with her punishment, I hilted my adult-sized finger into her rectum until the hump of my knuckle bone touched the ring of her anus; jammed deep into her tail-base; and twisted my digit just to grind my fur and flesh against her. Sheira's tail wanted to stay hiked, but the full, but bulging feeling made it dip as her toes stiffened into a squeeze. Teeth clenched, holding my thigh with her small hands, I pinched the base of her tail and pulled straight out of her with one swift motion - making a loud 'shlick!' and a strand of saliva between her tailhole and my claw. The base of her tail dropped defensively as her hips went forward, clenching her ass cheeks together with an immature whine.

Not caring to make any delays or give her bottom time to rest, I quickly pushed my finger between her lips without instruction or warning. It immediately met with the front of her teeth on the side of her maw, but as she felt me get into her mouth she loosened her jaw, letting me in to rub myself clean inside of her muzzle. Just as I soaped her, I invaded her maw with a brisk stroking against her tongue, teeth, and gums to sully her saliva in a mere moment, making her look disgusted with a curled snout.

Giving her a deep and personal sample of her own tail, I guided her back around while I again enjoyed her maw, getting to look into her strained and tear filled eyes. I got to feel so domineering, punishing Sheira in such an underhanded and sexual way. My vagina was felt really damp, seeping against the seat to be brushed away by my daughter's once squirming legs. So excited i could just pop!

With haste Sheira made a loud but small gulp, desperate to remove the flavor from her mouth that she perceived as nasty in the middle of me swishing my finger about her maw. Hot and wet, more so than her anus, I didn't want to take my digit out this time and really delayed making those sweet sticky strands of spit between us as I indulged in my affinity. Patience rewarded me as Sheira 'urp!'ed, fighting to stand still with the feeling of my soft finger's pad whipping, rubbing, and beating against her tongue. Heated air puffed around my fingertip from a little soap-filled burp. My little dragoness felt sick, as I could read all over her face as I poked around her mouth, but messing with her maw was far too erotic for me today to stop. If I was going to be this harsh, I was going to go all the way and punish her as much as I could.

Withdrawing my hand, I took my finger out of Sheira's maw sopping wet, but clean as a whistle, leaving her to lick her chops at what must have been a lingering aftertaste. She turned her head away,frowning and trying to keep some composure as she stood tearyeyed, swaying on herpaws; a tear shimmering on her cheek.


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