Fox, Brody, and Autumn
The Fox helped Brody pull up his boxers and jeans. They’d need to have a shower after they checked on Autumn. As they headed out of the room, he heard a high-pitched scream.
The Fox took off toward the sound, his heart pounding.
He never panicked. Except when he thought that Brody or Autumn might be in harm’s way. That they might get hurt.
“Autumn!” he called out. “Where are you?”
His voice sounded far calmer than he felt. He was aware of Brody behind him. There was a thump, and the other man cursed briefly.
The Fox glanced back. “What happened?”
“Go, go!” Brody panted. “I just banged my toe.”
“Shit. I’ll check it soon,” he told Brody without breaking his stride. “Autumn? Where are you?”
“Pantry!” Autumn yelled back.
The Fox burst into the kitchen to find Autumn sprawled on the floor of the large pantry. There was a container lying next to her as well as a stool.
Hmm. Now he had an idea of what had happened.
That container had come from the top shelf. And he could specifically recall telling Autumn to wait for him to get it down for her.
“Where are you hurt?” he demanded as he kneeled down, running his hands over her. “Are you all right?”
“Y-yes, I think so.” She sniffled. “I got a fright.”
“Can you sit?” The Fox asked. “Do you need a doctor?”
“No! No! No doctor!”
“I can contact Hack or the Surgeon,” he suggested. He’d called on the Surgeon before when Hack had been away. It was very inconvenient that people wanted to vacation when he needed them.
“No! Hack is probably getting ready for the barbecue and the Surgeon is . . . terrifying. Besides, I’m fine. I can sit! See!”
Autumn attempted to sit and the Fox quickly helped her up. Hmm. She seemed to be moving all right. But he’d judge whether she needed a doctor. He really didn’t understand why she thought the Surgeon was so scary. Something about him being dead inside.
The Fox was a good example of how a person could be resurrected. His Sunshine had sparked something to life inside him that had been fanned into flames by his babies.
Brody rushed into the room, pausing to take stock. “Uh-oh, seems someone else is going to get her bottom spanked.”
“What?” she cried. “Are you saying that you got your bottom spanked? And I didn’t even get to watch?”
“Well, I can put a mirror in front and behind you if you want to watch your own spanking,” the Fox told her grimly.
“What? I don’t want to watch my own spanking! I like watching Brody’s butt turn pink, then red. What did he do?”
“Well, I can tell you what I didn’t do,” Brody said. “I didn’t get on a stool that I was told not to get on. And I didn’t reach up for a container that I was told not to get. And I didn’t fall over, and come close to cracking my head open!”
Hmm. The Fox looked up at Brody. He sounded rather grouchy, which wasn’t like him.
“Are you upset with me?” Autumn asked Brody as she stared up at him. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lower lip trembled.
“You could have really hurt yourself, Autumn,” Brody scolded as he crouched next to her. “What if you’d hit your head?”
Autumn sniffled, looking really sad.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, keeping her gaze lowered.
“I thought that I could get the container by myself without bothering anyone. But then I started wobbling when I was on the step stool. And my foot kind of slipped. I really don’t understand how it happened; it’s not like I was that far off the ground.
Anyway, I’m not hurt, so no one has to be upset with me.
Please, Brody-bear.” She raised her head to give Brody a very sad look.
The Fox knew that Brody wouldn’t be able to resist that look, and sure enough, he instantly caved and drew Autumn into a hug.
“Poor Tutu, did you hurt yourself? Have you got any bruises?” Brody asked.
“No, I’m okay,” she said. “I guess I just got a bit of a fright. I didn’t mean to scare everyone.”
“Hmm, are you okay? Or are you upset because you would have rather pretended this didn’t happen?” the Fox asked as he helped her to her feet, holding her hips to keep her steady.
She gulped as she stared up at the Fox. “Am I really in trouble, Daddy?” she asked.
“What do you think, baby girl?” he asked.
“I think that since it’s the Fourth of July and we’re going to a really special barbecue, and I’m such a good girl, that you’re going to let me off with just a warning.” She gave him a sweet smile.
He frowned. “You didn’t hit your head, did you?” He started to examine her head.
“What? No! Why?”
“Because you seem to be talking nonsense. Get off with a warning? I don’t think so.”
“Daddy!” she cried. “I wasn’t talking nonsense.”
“You disobeyed Daddy and put yourself in danger. You know that deserves punishment.”
She sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know. I should have waited for you.”
“Yes, you should have,” the Fox said sternly. “If you’d just waited a few minutes more, I would have gotten that container down for you, and you wouldn’t have fallen. You wouldn’t be sore, and you wouldn’t be about to get your bottom smacked right before we go to a barbecue.”
“Oh, Daddy, do we have to do it right now? Couldn’t we wait until after the barbecue? Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to sit very well.”
“If I know your friends, I’m sure that you won’t be the only Little sitting uncomfortably.”
“That’s true,” Brody said with a nod as he absently rubbed his own bottom.
“Come on, I want to be certain that you haven’t bruised yourself.” The Fox took hold of her hand and led her out into the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, he drew her between his spread thighs and started to strip off her clothes except for her panties and bra.
“Daddy, you don’t need to take my clothes off, I’m fine,” she cried.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said.
He started running his fingers all over her body, pressing and pushing to make sure that she was truly all right.
Finally, he leaned back and stared at her.
“See,” she said triumphantly. “I told you that I wasn’t hurt.”
“That’s good, Bunny. Means that I don’t have to hold back with your punishment. Now come here and lie across my lap.”
Autumn bit her full lower lip. “Drat. Are you really, really sure that we can’t do this later? Aren’t we going to be late? Brody, we’re going to be late, right?”
“Sorry, Tutu, but we’re not late yet, and I actually think you deserve this spanking,” Brody told her as he sat on an armchair across from them.
“What?” she cried, turning to look at him. “We’re supposed to stick together.”
“Against the big bad wolf?” the Fox asked.
She spun back, her dark auburn hair flying around her. “What? No, of course not, Daddy. I don’t think you’re a big bad anything.”
“Are you sure about that?” Brody asked dryly.
“I think Daddy is lovely, kind, generous, sweet, and so nice to me.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Do you really think that insulting me is going to get you out of a spanking?” the Fox asked.
“I wasn’t trying to insult you, Daddy! I was trying to be nice to you.” She threw her hands up in the air. “Besides, you’re a Fox not a wolf.”
“Damn straight I am.”
“I think you failed in your quest,” Brody told her.
“Darn it,” she muttered.
“The two of you have been naughty today. Whenever I give an order, you’re meant to jump right away and do it. I told Brody to suck on my cock, and he didn’t do it immediately. And then I told you to get over my lap for a spanking, and you didn’t do it,” the Fox told Autumn.
“Wait! As well as missing Brody getting his butt spanked, I also missed him sucking on your cock? And now I’m about to get a spanking after falling off a stool?
This is the worst day ever.” She stomped her foot on the floor, which the Fox thought was pretty darn cute.
But he probably shouldn’t let her get away with it.
Instead, he patted his lap, then crooked his finger. “You’ve just added ten extra spanks, Little girl.”
“Oh no, that sucks!”
“No, that was Brody just before when I let him suck the hotdog and lick the lollipop.” The Fox winked at Brody, who groaned.
Hey, he’d thought that had been pretty funny. Nobody appreciated his sense of humor.
Autumn positioned herself over his lap, and he stared down at her panties.
“I don’t believe I bought these,” he said as he rubbed her bottom.
“Oh no,” she squeaked. “I forgot I was wearing those.”
They were white, and on her lower right butt cheek there was a small fox with a large speech bubble coming from him. Inside the speech bubble were the words: Fox-off!
“Why have I never seen these before?” he asked as he drew her panties down her legs.
“Um, well, I don’t know. I just got them the other day.” She wriggled on his lap.
“I know that you didn’t get them to tell me to Fox-off,” he said. “Because that would be naughty. And besides, you like Daddy touching you down here, don’t you?”
“Except when he’s spanking me!” she cried.
“Ahh, but I think you like that too. You just don’t want to say so for fear I’ll spank you more often.”
“You wouldn’t!” she cried.
“I would do anything for you, baby girl. Even spank you more often if that was what was needed.”
“You’re so generous, Daddy,” she said dryly.
“Far too generous. Now, don’t start insulting me again by calling me kind.” He shuddered at the thought.
Pulling back his hand, he slapped it down on her right cheek, then her left.
“Ow, Daddy! Not so hard or I’m not going to be able to sit,” she grumbled.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to sit,” he reassured her. “It just won’t be very comfortable.”
Daddy really wasn’t filled with much empathy today. Although she guessed she kind of understood why she was getting spanked, since she had disobeyed him and climbed onto the stool to get that container.
But it was just a silly step stool. How was she meant to know that she’d wobble and fall off? It was the container’s fault. It had been pushed too far back on the shelf and she’d had to get up onto tiptoes in order to grab it.
Which is when she’d fallen.
Of course, she hadn’t actually told the Fox and Brody that part of the story. And that omission was making her feel a bit guilty.
“I stood on my tiptoes to get the container because I couldn’t reach it just standing on the step stool,” she blurted out.
“What?” the Fox said, pausing.
Ow, her butt already hurt, maybe they were at the end of the spanking?
“I just realized that I left that part out,” she said, releasing a deep breath. “I feel so much better now.”
“You really shouldn’t,” Brody told her. “You could have badly hurt yourself.”
“I’m sorry. Doesn’t it count that I came clean?” she asked. “Do I get, like, good girl points?”
“Good girl points?” the Fox asked. “Explain.”
“Well, Brody and I could earn good girl points. Only his would be good boy points. For obvious reasons.”
“There is no such thing as ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ points,” the Fox told her.
“Well, there should be. Because then I could build up lots of good girl points, and then use them against a spanking. So, if I earned a hundred points, I could use them to wipe five spankings out.”
“A hundred points equals five spankings?” the Fox asked. “So, twenty points a spanking?”
“Exactly, great math skills, Daddy,” Brody told him.
“Hmm, and how many points would you earn for being a good girl?”
“Well, I reckon that confessing what I did instead of keeping it to myself is about five thousand points. What do you think, Brody-bear?”
“I think you could be on to something here, Tutu,” Brody replied, “I really think you should listen to her, Papa.”
“And I think that both of you are dreaming. There won’t be any ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ points, and definitely no putting them toward getting out of a spanking. And certainly, confessing about something naughty you did is not worth five thousand points.”
“Well, that just sucks,” Autumn said. “You come up with a good idea, but there’s always someone to rain on your parade.”
“I’m sorry,” the Fox said. “But if you hadn’t done something naughty, then you wouldn’t need someone to rain on your parade, would you?”
“Daddy, you can spank me for being naughty, but you don’t have to make everything all logical, okay?” she grumbled.
That was just rude.
“Enough talking, or we’re going to be late for the barbecue.”
“The barbecue,” Autumn gasped. “Hurry up, Daddy! You need to spank me real quick.”
“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do,” he told her, and then, without any warning, he drew back his hand and started spanking her again. He did one cheek, then the other. Back and forth until she was wiggling on his lap, and her bottom was hot and throbbing.
“Enough! Enough!” she cried.
He didn’t stop, though. He kept spanking her until she was lying spent on his lap with tears running down her cheeks.
That was when he picked her up and turned her around so she was on his lap, facing him
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she told him as she grasped him tightly around the neck. “I know I was naughty and that I shouldn’t have brought up good girl points when I don’t really earn any good girl points because I’m not a good girl.”
“You are a good girl,” he told her firmly.
“And I won’t hear you say anything else.
Understand me? You’ve always been a good girl.
Sometimes you just don’t think about what you are doing first. That’s where Daddy comes in.
I have to punish you so that the next time you think about disobeying me, you don’t. ”
“I should just obey you in all things, huh?” she joked.
“I do think you should have learned that by now,” he replied solemnly.
She sighed. “I guess so, Fox. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Bunny. And I love you, Pup,” he said, looking over at Brody.
He slid over on the sofa and gestured to Brody to sit next to him.
Then he wrapped his arms around them both.
“I want to keep you safe because you two are my everything, and now that I have you, I couldn’t ever imagine my life without you, understand? ”
“I don’t ever want to be without you,” Brody said.
“I know you love us, Fox,” Autumn added. Then she glanced at his watch. “Is that the time? I’ve got to go finish getting the salad ready.” She jumped up and rushed toward the kitchen.
“Do not run!” the Fox ordered. “Walking. And Bunny?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, turning to look at him.
“You might want to put some clothes on first.”
She glanced down at herself. “Why didn’t anyone tell me that I was naked?”
The Fox smiled. “We were enjoying the view, of course.”
“Fox!” she cried.
The Fox got to his feet. “I’m going to finish getting ready. Then we’ll head off to this barbecue. I swear I never thought I’d be going to a Fourth of July barbecue with a bunch of bikers and their Littles.”
“I know!” Autumn cried. “Isn’t this going to be fun? I love fireworks! It’s like fire in the sky! So pretty. And I’ve got my outfit all picked out.”