Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Nothing, Daddy. You’re just a funny guy.”
“I am? Well, yes, I suppose I am.”
“I love you both,” Brody said. “I guess I was just trying to be a bit independent or something.”
“Seems like a foolish thing to do,” the Fox said.
“How much more money do you need?” Autumn asked.
Brody looked slightly uncomfortable. “Five thousand, I think.”
“Done,” the Fox said decisively. “Good. Now that’s over, let’s get to the punishment part of the evening.”
Brody sighed. “You don’t have to sound so happy about that, Papa.”
“Yes, Daddy. That’s quite mean to sound happy about spanking poor Brody-bear’s butt.”
The Fox’s eyebrows rose. “You think so?”
“I think so. He’d learned his lesson. Haven’t you, Brody-bear? You don’t need a nasty spanking.”
Brody nodded. “I have, Papa. I have.”
“You two know the rules. Break them and you get spanked.”
“The mean fairies did it, though, Daddy. They made him bump his toe. And surely, Daddy, a bumped toe is sore enough that poor Brody-bear doesn’t need a hot bottom on top of that.”
Brody nodded.
“What mean fairies? Who are these mean fairies?” the Fox asked, looking around. “I’ll take care of them.”
Um. Was he serious? Or was he joking?
Sometimes with the Fox it was difficult to tell.
“Urgh, there aren’t really mean fairies, Daddy,” she told him, patting his arm. “There’s no one to take care of.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well . . . I’m pretty sure.” Now, he had her wondering.
The Fox suddenly grinned. “Of course there’s no mean fairies. I’ve banned them from the house. And no one goes against me. Which means it wasn’t the mean fairies that made Brody stub his toe. He got frustrated at himself and kicked the chair. Which is something else I should punish you for. Hurting yourself.”
“I don’t get that logic,” Brody muttered. “But I do feel bad for keeping stuff from you both. I just wanted to do something for the two of you. In secret.”
“You don’t have to work yourself to the point of exhaustion,” Autumn told him. “I’m worried about you. I think you need taking care of.”
“You’re right, Bunny,” the Fox said. “Tomorrow, both of you are going to spend time in Little headspace.”
“Little?” Brody asked.
“I haven’t spent much time with my baby boy lately. And I think you need some close watching and looking after.”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” Autumn jumped up and down. “Can we bake Christmas cookies? And listen to Christmas music? And drink hot chocolate?”
“Perhaps,” the Fox allowed. “But no eating all the cookie dough before the cookies get into the oven.”
“That was one time, Daddy! One time!”
10
FOX, PUP, AND BUNNY
“Right. Punishment time. Then we’re going to bed. It’s past time that Littles were asleep.”
“I’m not a Little, Papa,” Brody protested. He was pretty tired, though. So he wasn’t entirely sure why he was protesting going to bed.
In fact, lying down sounded really good right about now.
“You’re my baby boy,” the Fox challenged. “And you have a bedtime. Back into the corner you go.”
Brody sighed and moved toward the corner. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve this. Suddenly, the Fox wrapped his arm around him, drawing him back against his chest. “I love you, Brody. And you mean everything to me. And to Autumn.”
Warmth filled Brody, and he turned his head. The Fox kissed his cheek, then sent him to the corner with a smack on his bottom.
“Bunny, you’re going to sit on your beanbag and not interfere. Unless you’d like some corner time as well?”
“Not me, Daddy! Nuh-uh.”
Tutu didn’t like corner time. Then again, neither did Brody.
In fact . . . did anyone ever like corner time? It was pointless, right? Just a way for Daddies to make them think about what they had done.
But why did they want to think about it? By then, they were already regretting whatever got them into trouble.
“Come here, my boy.”
He loved when the Fox called him his boy. It sent a shiver through him. Turning, he glanced down at his dick.
“Don’t embarrass us,” he whispered.
Yes, he still talked to his cock sometimes. It was the only way he had of keeping it under control. Not that it ever listened to him.
It was a very disobedient dick.
“Talking to your dick again?” the Fox asked with amusement.
Brody was aware of his face growing red. “Um. Maybe.”
“Does it ever work?” the Fox asked.
Brody sighed. “It does not.”
Autumn giggled. Brody turned and winked at her. “Doesn’t help that he finds the two of you so attractive.”
“Well, you can’t blame him for that,” the Fox said in a serious voice. But Brody was certain that his lip twitched for a moment.
Hmm. But that could just be a tic. Or indigestion.
Not that he’d ever known the Fox to have either.
“Right, over you come, my boy.” The Fox patted his lap. “Ten with my hand. Two with the paddle. Then it’s the plug.”
Awesome. Just what he wanted to hear.