“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 Itold 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 filledwith 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.
