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However, the little arctic fox is soon preyed upon by the skunk Miss Alice who figures out that someone has been molesting the toddler!\n\n\nThis is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Three-year-old Bartholomew is at daycare after an eventful weekend. However, the little arctic fox is soon preyed upon by the skunk Miss Alice who figures out that someone has been molesting the toddler!


This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world.", "writing": "Alice, a 28-year-old skunk, was keeping a mindful eye on the four toddlers she was taking care of. She ran an at-home daycare, her living room converted to a playspace with numerous toys strewn around, furniture with soft and colourful padding and paintings and posters of popular kids' shows. \nCurrently her focus was on the arctic fox Bartholomew, a 3-year-old whose demeanor had been changing over the last couple of weeks. He used to be bratty and hard to wrangle, especially when it came to his diaper and using the potty, but he had gotten [i]very[/i] good lately, although it came at the cost of his spark, his grey eyes a little bit more dull, his bushy tail often tucked underneath his body. \n\nLike right now. The little fox was building a tower of wooden blocks, sitting on his knees, and he would occasionally wince and whimper, his paws going to his backside.\nHad he been spanked this morning? \nAlice felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she remembered how strange his parents had acted this morning, almost eager to have her discipline their little son. Most surprising was the fact that Johan the father had become a stern parent, he had always seemed so easy-going and it was the mother Sandra who played the bad cop. \nThe skunk shook her head, it was all quite confusing, and she wondered if she would be able to act out on the parents' wish that she should administer stern discipline on the three-year-old.\n\n\"No it's mine!\" Her head snapped to attention and little Bartie was tugging at a toy firetruck which a liongirl was yanking at. \n\"It's mine!\" \n\"Mine!\" \n\"LET GO!\" Bartholomew slapped the other kit and she immediately started bawling, prompting Alice to rush over and comfort her. \n\"That was mean, Bartie!\" She chided as he hugged the feline, squeezing the girlcub against her sizeable bosom. \"I'll have to punish you for that!\" \n\"I played with it first!\" Bartholomew complained, but the skunk held up her pointy finger in a 'shush'. \n\"You [i]hit[/i] her young man. You'll get the paddle for that, fair and square!\" \nNow the arctic fox started bawling as well, but Alice just focused on the little lion, petting her headfur until she calmed down, then she pushed her off so she could play again and went to fetch her paddle. \nIn truth she only rarely used it, a bit of a good cop herself, but also because she had a tendency to go a [i]little[/i] bit overboard once she got riled up, and boy did little Bartholomew rile her up. His soft, white fur would be the perfect canvas for spank marks, and with how his parents had acted she knew she wouldn't get complaints, unlike that other time with the Petersons. \nShe shuddered as she remembered that, almost losing her license to that affair, just because the toddler couldn't sit down for 4 days until the welts had subsided enough. Oh she remembered how that cub had screamed and begged as the paddle impacted his rump again and again and a- \nAlice huffed, her large, white-and-black-furred tail whipping about in agitation, whooshing as she opened the drawer where the paddle was located, the wooden tool resting on a small red pillow to avoid damage on the glossy varnish. It glittered in the light as she pulled it out, almost capable of showing her reflection, and her teeth showed as she headed back into the living room, the rectangular foot-and-a-half long wooden tool weighing down her paw. The little arctic fox was still bawling, clutching his knees and rocking back and forth and she licked her lips as she imagined how loud he would get once she applied the paddle. \nThe glossy wooden instrument shimmered as she rotated it a couple of times, the skunk deciding to paddle the toddler with his diaper on in case he had an accident while being punished. Her breathing got heavier, she hadn't paddled Bartie ever, and the impending act had her flushed with arousal. She was thankful for the modest, green dress she wore which went below her knees as she felt her panties grow damp. \n\n\"Stand up and put your paws here!\" She commanded, but the toddler shook his head, crying ever louder. \"BARTIE! That's 5 extra smacks for tardiness, you are already getting five for hitting Patricia, that's TEN in total. Do you want even more added to your punishment?\" His grey eyes shot open, already reddened, and he hurried to his footpaws, a slight twinge to his lips as he got off the carpeted floor. \"Good. Now put your paws here, we will do this standing.\" \nHis white-furred paws grabbed onto the couch's arm-rest, fingers digging into soft leather. She grabbed his tail and lifted it out of the way and aligned the paddle with his padded butt. \n\"One.\" The smack was loud. She was hitting at full force knowing the diaper would absorb some of the impact. Bartholomew's scream was louder and he scrabbled at the couch, trying to climb away, but she yanked his tail cruelly, keeping him in place for the next paddle-strike. Then the next. \nBy the sixth strike she paused, hearing the hiss of his bladder vacating itself, but the sound was vastly overpowered by his high, pure-noted screams of agony, the heavy paddle obviously punching through the white fabric. He was jumping in place and only repeated tail-tugs kept him somewhat exposed as she struck again, but now his paws got in the way and his fingers got trapped between the diaper and the paddle with a meaty *twack!*. \n\"[i]Owiiiiieeeeeee![/i]\" Alice smirked. She had pulled the strike so it wasn't that hard. His fingers would hurt but she was certain she hadn't broken anything. With his paws away she gave him another devastating blow, then another, the cub still trying to scramble away, the final strike landing with a grunt of effort as she lifted his footpaws off the floor, his chest on the armrest, the paddle smacking loudly right at the center of his rump. \n\n\"There. That was ten strikes. Are you going to be a good boy now?\" Bartholomew was a screeching mess, curled up on the floor, clutching his abused rear with his small fingers that were slightly reddened from being smacked by the paddle. \"Come on. Your punishment is over now Battie,\" she said, using his favorite nickname, \"let auntie Alice comfort you.\" \nShe got him to his footpaws and embraced him, shushing him, petting his white headfur and scritching his neck in an attempt to calm him down. She looked over to the side and the liongirl was hugging a bearboy, both of them wide-eyed and scared-looking. It really payed off to be good cop all the time, once she switched to her cruel side the effects were that much more impactful. She had to look away lest they see her half-crazed grin and then she focused on little Bartholomew, stroking his headfur gently, the shuddering and hiccup-crying toddler not calming down at all.\n\"You made a tinkle in your diaper Battie, let's go and get you into a fresh one!\" She had to see the damage. \nShe grabbed his little paw and let him to the bathroom which was fitted with both a potty as well as a stepping stool for the oldest cubs who wanted to use the proper toilet. There was also a changing station, but she decided that hauling him there wouldn't be worth the effort and she made him stand in the middle, his little footpaws clenching and unclenching, claws scraping over the heated tiles. When she undid the diaper and let it drop she gasped, her pussy clenching up in arousal as she saw the [i]deep[/i] red colour of his buttocks. At the edges of the red were raised welts where the edge of the paddle had dug in and Alice knew it would be [i]days[/i] before the arctic fox would be able to sit down without feeling it. \n\nBartie was still sniffle-crying, sucking a thumb for comfort, his white and bushy tail held low. Alice simply had to snap a picture of the scene and went to fetch her phone, the toddler oblivious to her acts as she returned, several nice pics of his incredibly red rump saved for posterity. She then made him turn and when he looked at her with his hurt, grey-coloured eyes that were rimmed with tears, she snapped one last pic. \nSomehow knowing it would be the right thing to do she sent a pic of his spanked butt and his teary face to his mom and dad, the skunk hoping that Sandra would appreciate the evidence of her stern discipline.\nBartie was looking at her with a slightly confused expression, although the tyke was used to have everyday events photographed with how ubiquitous smartphones were.\n\"I took a picture of your butt,\" Alice explained, \"and sent it to your parents. They was [i]very[/i] clear this morning that you should be punished severely if you misbehaved!\" At that he began to bawl again, hiding his face behind his small paws, which gave the skunk plenty of time to ogle his naked crotch and tiny sheath, small coinpurse hanging underneath. \"Let's get you cleaned up~\" \nShe took a wetwipe and knelt down and began to scrub at his thin pubic fur, making circles with her paw around his sheath, almost teasing the little fox. She scrubbed down his inner thighs, keeping the strokes light and sensual, the toddler soon calming down and beginning to huff a little as he enjoyed the gentle touching. When it came to his ballsack she took extra-special care, stroking and kneading it from all directions, Bartie soon huffing properly and blushing a bit as he enjoyed the deliberately naughty touching. \n\"Miss Alice...\" She was now stroking his sheath, compressing her fingers around his organ inside, feeling the little nub harden, smiling raunchily as she saw it begin to poke out of the sheath. \n\"Fellsh tinglieeeeee....\" She had him. Her breathing quickened as she stroked him with intent, dropping the wetwipe to the floor, fingertips alternating between working his short length or squeezing behind his underdeveloped knot. She upped her game then, spitting on her other index finger and snaking it under his coinpurse, stroking between his spanked buttcheeks, nestling the digit in the snug warmth of his tailhole. \n\"What the hell?\" She wondered to herself as she felt the puffiness. When she pushed at his folds her finger slid right in and the toddler whimpered as he took the digit to the base with no effort. Gears clicked in her mind and the skunk licked her lips as she took out the finger again, putting two fingers in her mouth to apply saliva and then pushing in her index and middle finger, Bartholomew whimpering in earnest as the stretch was properly noticeable. \nHe whined loudly, but she shushed him, stroking his dicklet just that much faster and harder. She didn't pump his tailhole, despite it being loose she could tell that movement there hurt him, so instead she curved her fingers and stroked against his prostate. [i]That[/i] made him whimper, but in a much more high-pitched and desperate tone. It egged her on, her pussy-juices seeping through her panties, and she wiggled her fingers hard, grinding the tips against his prostate while her other paw was a blur. He cried out as he climaxed, the toddler's body shaking and shivering, his footpaws stomping. She grabbed his little dick behind the knot and held tight, keeping him in place as she continued to rub his pleasure spot on the inside until he began to whine from overstimulation. Alice huffed as she leaned close, her nose flickering as she took in the scent of his cocklet as well as the mild smell of cub-pee. Her arousal bloomed and she shuddered in a mental orgasm as she opened her maw and took in the small canine dick, locking her lips behind his knot, tongue wrapping around his short length with a needy moan. Bartie whimpered and grabbed her headfur, his footpaws tippytapping from the overstimulation and she quickly relinquished the softening rocket, smacking her lips as his taste stuck to her tongue, her pussy clenching and unclenching in the throes of her quasi-climax. \n\nShe looked into the blushing, huffy face of the toddler as she extracted her fingers and felt her lips turn to a cruel smile as she noted his discomfort when they popped out. Then he got a panicked expression and he squatted down a bit, a loud splort coming from his ass as he couldn't control his bowels with how loose she had made him. \nHer nose scrunched up from the smell as a single, long turd fell to the floor and she got up, wanting to clean his mess. She was surprised then when he began bawling, the toddler turning to face the shit. \"I dun wanna eaaaatttttt iiiiiiitttttt!\" \n[i]What?[/i]\nAlice felt a stone drop in her stomach and then her pussy contracted yet again as she realized the implications. \nThose parents!\nShe huffed and squeezed her breasts while the little fox was looking away. \nSandra and Johan were not only turning into disciplinarians. They were full-blown [i]perverts[/i]! Making their son eat shit? As a punishment?? \nAlice huffed again, her big tail puffing up, every strand of fur fluffing out as new surges of perverted arousal struck her body.\n\"Y-You have to!\" She managed to stammer out weakly, committing herself, gulping down her spit, her stomach broiling as she imagined just how nasty such an act would be for the little guy. \n\"Noooo! It's dis-gus-ting!\" Bartholomew whined, the newly learned word coming across his lips with some difficulty. \n\"But you made a mess. And now you have to clean it up, with your mouth!\" \nShe put a paw to her mouth in surprise as the broken-down toddler dropped to his knees without any more fuss, his maw opening, tail tucked low and ears splaying back as he wrenched the turd off the heated tiles with his teeth, upturning his muzzle like some bird, plopping the scat fully inside his mouth.\n\n\n----------------------------------\n\n\nSandra had been in a state of arousal the last twenty minutes or so, ever since the daycare owner Alice had sent her the pic of her son's super reddened butt. It made working the counter at the pharmacy a hassle as her mind was occupied with the imagining of just how hard the skunk would have had to hit to make his asscheeks so red. How he must have screamed and hollered. She thought of feeding him another dissolved tablet to force him into another poopy punishment and her paws shook slightly as she handled a costumer's request.\n\"No I asked for eyedrops!\" She shook off her fantasies, realizing she had handed over a squeeze-tube of fast-acting laxative.\n\"S-Sorry, I... Have a lot on my mind.\" Sandra blushed as she corrected her mistake, then checked her phone as it buzzed.\n\"Don't scroll up until you have some privacy <3\" Alice wrote underneath a picture taken of her son looking straight at the camera with his mouth closed by the skunk's paw and tears running down his white-furred cheeks, grey eyes staring with hurt and accusation. \n\nFive minutes later she sat down on the pharmacy's toilet and checked out the pictures the caretaker had sent to her. 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She ran an at-home daycare, her living room converted to a playspace with numerous toys strewn around, furniture with soft and colourful padding and paintings and posters of popular kids' shows.
Currently her focus was on the arctic fox Bartholomew, a 3-year-old whose demeanor had been changing over the last couple of weeks. He used to be bratty and hard to wrangle, especially when it came to his diaper and using the potty, but he had gotten very good lately, although it came at the cost of his spark, his grey eyes a little bit more dull, his bushy tail often tucked underneath his body.

Like right now. The little fox was building a tower of wooden blocks, sitting on his knees, and he would occasionally wince and whimper, his paws going to his backside.
Had he been spanked this morning?
Alice felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she remembered how strange his parents had acted this morning, almost eager to have her discipline their little son. Most surprising was the fact that Johan the father had become a stern parent, he had always seemed so easy-going and it was the mother Sandra who played the bad cop.
The skunk shook her head, it was all quite confusing, and she wondered if she would be able to act out on the parents' wish that she should administer stern discipline on the three-year-old.

"No it's mine!" Her head snapped to attention and little Bartie was tugging at a toy firetruck which a liongirl was yanking at.
"It's mine!"
"Mine!"
"LET GO!" Bartholomew slapped the other kit and she immediately started bawling, prompting Alice to rush over and comfort her.
"That was mean, Bartie!" She chided as he hugged the feline, squeezing the girlcub against her sizeable bosom. "I'll have to punish you for that!"
"I played with it first!" Bartholomew complained, but the skunk held up her pointy finger in a 'shush'.
"You hit her young man. You'll get the paddle for that, fair and square!"
Now the arctic fox started bawling as well, but Alice just focused on the little lion, petting her headfur until she calmed down, then she pushed her off so she could play again and went to fetch her paddle.
In truth she only rarely used it, a bit of a good cop herself, but also because she had a tendency to go a little bit overboard once she got riled up, and boy did little Bartholomew rile her up. His soft, white fur would be the perfect canvas for spank marks, and with how his parents had acted she knew she wouldn't get complaints, unlike that other time with the Petersons.
She shuddered as she remembered that, almost losing her license to that affair, just because the toddler couldn't sit down for 4 days until the welts had subsided enough. Oh she remembered how that cub had screamed and begged as the paddle impacted his rump again and again and a-
Alice huffed, her large, white-and-black-furred tail whipping about in agitation, whooshing as she opened the drawer where the paddle was located, the wooden tool resting on a small red pillow to avoid damage on the glossy varnish. It glittered in the light as she pulled it out, almost capable of showing her reflection, and her teeth showed as she headed back into the living room, the rectangular foot-and-a-half long wooden tool weighing down her paw. The little arctic fox was still bawling, clutching his knees and rocking back and forth and she licked her lips as she imagined how loud he would get once she applied the paddle.
The glossy wooden instrument shimmered as she rotated it a couple of times, the skunk deciding to paddle the toddler with his diaper on in case he had an accident while being punished. Her breathing got heavier, she hadn't paddled Bartie ever, and the impending act had her flushed with arousal. She was thankful for the modest, green dress she wore which went below her knees as she felt her panties grow damp.

"Stand up and put your paws here!" She commanded, but the toddler shook his head, crying ever louder. "BARTIE! That's 5 extra smacks for tardiness, you are already getting five for hitting Patricia, that's TEN in total. Do you want even more added to your punishment?" His grey eyes shot open, already reddened, and he hurried to his footpaws, a slight twinge to his lips as he got off the carpeted floor. "Good. Now put your paws here, we will do this standing."
His white-furred paws grabbed onto the couch's arm-rest, fingers digging into soft leather. She grabbed his tail and lifted it out of the way and aligned the paddle with his padded butt.
"One." The smack was loud. She was hitting at full force knowing the diaper would absorb some of the impact. Bartholomew's scream was louder and he scrabbled at the couch, trying to climb away, but she yanked his tail cruelly, keeping him in place for the next paddle-strike. Then the next.
By the sixth strike she paused, hearing the hiss of his bladder vacating itself, but the sound was vastly overpowered by his high, pure-noted screams of agony, the heavy paddle obviously punching through the white fabric. He was jumping in place and only repeated tail-tugs kept him somewhat exposed as she struck again, but now his paws got in the way and his fingers got trapped between the diaper and the paddle with a meaty *twack!*.
"Owiiiiieeeeeee!" Alice smirked. She had pulled the strike so it wasn't that hard. His fingers would hurt but she was certain she hadn't broken anything. With his paws away she gave him another devastating blow, then another, the cub still trying to scramble away, the final strike landing with a grunt of effort as she lifted his footpaws off the floor, his chest on the armrest, the paddle smacking loudly right at the center of his rump.

"There. That was ten strikes. Are you going to be a good boy now?" Bartholomew was a screeching mess, curled up on the floor, clutching his abused rear with his small fingers that were slightly reddened from being smacked by the paddle. "Come on. Your punishment is over now Battie," she said, using his favorite nickname, "let auntie Alice comfort you."
She got him to his footpaws and embraced him, shushing him, petting his white headfur and scritching his neck in an attempt to calm him down. She looked over to the side and the liongirl was hugging a bearboy, both of them wide-eyed and scared-looking. It really payed off to be good cop all the time, once she switched to her cruel side the effects were that much more impactful. She had to look away lest they see her half-crazed grin and then she focused on little Bartholomew, stroking his headfur gently, the shuddering and hiccup-crying toddler not calming down at all.
"You made a tinkle in your diaper Battie, let's go and get you into a fresh one!" She had to see the damage.
She grabbed his little paw and let him to the bathroom which was fitted with both a potty as well as a stepping stool for the oldest cubs who wanted to use the proper toilet. There was also a changing station, but she decided that hauling him there wouldn't be worth the effort and she made him stand in the middle, his little footpaws clenching and unclenching, claws scraping over the heated tiles. When she undid the diaper and let it drop she gasped, her pussy clenching up in arousal as she saw the deep red colour of his buttocks. At the edges of the red were raised welts where the edge of the paddle had dug in and Alice knew it would be days before the arctic fox would be able to sit down without feeling it.

Bartie was still sniffle-crying, sucking a thumb for comfort, his white and bushy tail held low. Alice simply had to snap a picture of the scene and went to fetch her phone, the toddler oblivious to her acts as she returned, several nice pics of his incredibly red rump saved for posterity. She then made him turn and when he looked at her with his hurt, grey-coloured eyes that were rimmed with tears, she snapped one last pic.
Somehow knowing it would be the right thing to do she sent a pic of his spanked butt and his teary face to his mom and dad, the skunk hoping that Sandra would appreciate the evidence of her stern discipline.
Bartie was looking at her with a slightly confused expression, although the tyke was used to have everyday events photographed with how ubiquitous smartphones were.
"I took a picture of your butt," Alice explained, "and sent it to your parents. They was very clear this morning that you should be punished severely if you misbehaved!" At that he began to bawl again, hiding his face behind his small paws, which gave the skunk plenty of time to ogle his naked crotch and tiny sheath, small coinpurse hanging underneath. "Let's get you cleaned up~"
She took a wetwipe and knelt down and began to scrub at his thin pubic fur, making circles with her paw around his sheath, almost teasing the little fox. She scrubbed down his inner thighs, keeping the strokes light and sensual, the toddler soon calming down and beginning to huff a little as he enjoyed the gentle touching. When it came to his ballsack she took extra-special care, stroking and kneading it from all directions, Bartie soon huffing properly and blushing a bit as he enjoyed the deliberately naughty touching.
"Miss Alice..." She was now stroking his sheath, compressing her fingers around his organ inside, feeling the little nub harden, smiling raunchily as she saw it begin to poke out of the sheath.
"Fellsh tinglieeeeee...." She had him. Her breathing quickened as she stroked him with intent, dropping the wetwipe to the floor, fingertips alternating between working his short length or squeezing behind his underdeveloped knot. She upped her game then, spitting on her other index finger and snaking it under his coinpurse, stroking between his spanked buttcheeks, nestling the digit in the snug warmth of his tailhole.
"What the hell?" She wondered to herself as she felt the puffiness. When she pushed at his folds her finger slid right in and the toddler whimpered as he took the digit to the base with no effort. Gears clicked in her mind and the skunk licked her lips as she took out the finger again, putting two fingers in her mouth to apply saliva and then pushing in her index and middle finger, Bartholomew whimpering in earnest as the stretch was properly noticeable.
He whined loudly, but she shushed him, stroking his dicklet just that much faster and harder. She didn't pump his tailhole, despite it being loose she could tell that movement there hurt him, so instead she curved her fingers and stroked against his prostate. That made him whimper, but in a much more high-pitched and desperate tone. It egged her on, her pussy-juices seeping through her panties, and she wiggled her fingers hard, grinding the tips against his prostate while her other paw was a blur. He cried out as he climaxed, the toddler's body shaking and shivering, his footpaws stomping. She grabbed his little dick behind the knot and held tight, keeping him in place as she continued to rub his pleasure spot on the inside until he began to whine from overstimulation. Alice huffed as she leaned close, her nose flickering as she took in the scent of his cocklet as well as the mild smell of cub-pee. Her arousal bloomed and she shuddered in a mental orgasm as she opened her maw and took in the small canine dick, locking her lips behind his knot, tongue wrapping around his short length with a needy moan. Bartie whimpered and grabbed her headfur, his footpaws tippytapping from the overstimulation and she quickly relinquished the softening rocket, smacking her lips as his taste stuck to her tongue, her pussy clenching and unclenching in the throes of her quasi-climax.

She looked into the blushing, huffy face of the toddler as she extracted her fingers and felt her lips turn to a cruel smile as she noted his discomfort when they popped out. Then he got a panicked expression and he squatted down a bit, a loud splort coming from his ass as he couldn't control his bowels with how loose she had made him.
Her nose scrunched up from the smell as a single, long turd fell to the floor and she got up, wanting to clean his mess. She was surprised then when he began bawling, the toddler turning to face the shit. "I dun wanna eaaaatttttt iiiiiiitttttt!"
What?
Alice felt a stone drop in her stomach and then her pussy contracted yet again as she realized the implications.
Those parents!
She huffed and squeezed her breasts while the little fox was looking away.
Sandra and Johan were not only turning into disciplinarians. They were full-blown perverts! Making their son eat shit? As a punishment??
Alice huffed again, her big tail puffing up, every strand of fur fluffing out as new surges of perverted arousal struck her body.
"Y-You have to!" She managed to stammer out weakly, committing herself, gulping down her spit, her stomach broiling as she imagined just how nasty such an act would be for the little guy.
"Noooo! It's dis-gus-ting!" Bartholomew whined, the newly learned word coming across his lips with some difficulty.
"But you made a mess. And now you have to clean it up, with your mouth!"
She put a paw to her mouth in surprise as the broken-down toddler dropped to his knees without any more fuss, his maw opening, tail tucked low and ears splaying back as he wrenched the turd off the heated tiles with his teeth, upturning his muzzle like some bird, plopping the scat fully inside his mouth.


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Sandra had been in a state of arousal the last twenty minutes or so, ever since the daycare owner Alice had sent her the pic of her son's super reddened butt. It made working the counter at the pharmacy a hassle as her mind was occupied with the imagining of just how hard the skunk would have had to hit to make his asscheeks so red. How he must have screamed and hollered. She thought of feeding him another dissolved tablet to force him into another poopy punishment and her paws shook slightly as she handled a costumer's request.
"No I asked for eyedrops!" She shook off her fantasies, realizing she had handed over a squeeze-tube of fast-acting laxative.
"S-Sorry, I... Have a lot on my mind." Sandra blushed as she corrected her mistake, then checked her phone as it buzzed.
"Don't scroll up until you have some privacy <3" Alice wrote underneath a picture taken of her son looking straight at the camera with his mouth closed by the skunk's paw and tears running down his white-furred cheeks, grey eyes staring with hurt and accusation.

Five minutes later she sat down on the pharmacy's toilet and checked out the pictures the caretaker had sent to her. She blushed, hiked up her dress and rubbed her slit through her panties.

Bartholomew with a turd in his mouth.
Bartholomew with a mushed-up clump of scat in his mouth.
The moment when he swallowed, face turned upwards, pure strain on his features, throat bulging cutely.
The toddler turned around, bright red asscheeks and a slightly gaping tailhole.
The skunk's two fingers up that tailhole. Then three.
Then his little red rocket.

Sandra had taken off her panties by this point, and she moaned loudly as she rubbed herself to a climax, scrolling up and down the many pictures the skunk had taken.

She was slightly blushing when she returned to man the counter, and her thoughts were racing. What to do with Alice, how to handle Bartholomew.

And what would her husband say?

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