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Seven Years of Bad Luck - Short Story
🕑 Added 2020-01-04 22:07:24 +0000 UTCKrystal the vixen had never considered herself overly superstitious.
Sneaking into Matt's bedroom and violating his privacy was bad enough. The vixen didn't know what she'd been looking for, persay, though she eventually found something that caught her eye; Matt's staff, laying on a stand on his dresser. It had seemed like an odd place to keep a weapon, just laying out there in the open. Its placement had been too enticing. She'd found pleasure in holding it in her paws, just like the tiger did during practice sessions. It felt taboo, wielding his staff, without his permission.
She'd given it an experimental twirl. Turned out, Matt had recently polished it, and the wood hadn't finished absorbing the oil. The staff had slipped out of her trained paws and flew into the wall, cracking the mirror hanging over Matt's bed.
Krystal had done her best to clean up the glass, and had replaced the mirror above his bed with the identical one from her own dorm. He was never the wiser, but Krystal couldn't get the image of it out of her head. Especially as one by one, everything she did after the fact seemed to go wrong. First, she'd tripped in practice. Then, her bags had ripped on her way back from market. Insomnia had quickly taken over in due course. It seemed like nothing she did went right since that day when she'd broken Matt's mirror.
There was no denying it. She was cursed.
She'd heard about Matt's disciplinarian side- it was whispered throughout the training facility where they lived in hushed tones. Ladies who valued their bottoms best mind their manners in front of him. Her hand drifted to her cheeks as she tip-toed down the hallway to his room. She blushed at the memory of more than one night spent squirming as she thought about what it must be like.
But now that she was approaching his room for real, her stomach was doing backflips.
Before she could knock, Matt opened the door to greet her. Krystal's hand flew away from her perky bottom, a flush warming her face.
In a rush of words, she managed to stammer out her misdeeds. Matt was surprisingly comforting, taking her to his bed and cuddling as she admitted what she'd done, and how she'd covered it all up. He listened patiently as she expressed worry over how her life had become one embarassingly clumsy error after another.
His furry face was difficult to read. It seemed emotionless, but she could feel a warmth radiating from him. After a moment's contemplation, he asked:
"What do you want to do about it?"
The words flooded out before she could stop them. She wanted him to punish her. She just wanted the guilt to go away.
Matt nodded solemnly. "And you're sure?"
"Yes," she replied in a whisper, almost reverent.
"This is serious, Krystal," he said. He spoke gently, but there was an unmistakable firmness in his voice. "But I think I know what to do, if you're sure."
"I understand," she said. She looked him in the eye, ears drooping, eyes glistening.
"Very well. Bend over my knee, young lady."
What happened next seemed dream-like. The tiger had straightened, splaying his legs in front of him. He took on a new aura, projecting confidence, commanding the room. Krystal sniffled as she tentatively laid across Matt's lap. She was surprised at how protected she felt even as he helped guide her so she was supported on the bed, pulling her tail up over her back and exposing her bottom. The other hand worked down her undergarments until she was laying bare in his lap.
She didn't have time to marvel at how ridiculous she felt, upended over Matt's lap like an errant brat. His firm hand came down quickly and sharply, leaving a searing sting where it struck her buttocks. She stifled a yelp as blows rained down hard and fast, warming her bottom. The sensation was strange. It was painful, but exciting. Against her better judgement, she found her legs parting like so, exposing herself to Matt's punishing hand. His fingers wrapped around her buttocks with each blow, glancing off of her exposed holes. It was strange to think that a spanking could be pleasurable, but she quickly started to lose herself in the sensation of his powerful hand smacking her bouncing backside.
Nothing escaped the tiger's notice. He could tell that the vixen was getting more out of this than a mere punishment- unusual for most girls that found themselves over his knee. He smiled knowingly. The vixen was gorgeous, beguiling. Unbeknownst to her, he'd fantasized about her being spread open for him many times. If only he'd known how keen she was- he would have bent her over much sooner.
Just as Krystal was beginning to tear up under his practiced punishing hand, the blows stopped. She took a deep breath as Matt groped her sore ass, rubbing in the sting, and stifled a moan as he traced a finger around her labia, which were swelling as the pleasure built. He grinned as they started to glisten with wetness, dipping a finger in. The vixen arched her back as Matt thumbed over her ears with his other hand before gently gripping a lock of her hair and pressing her face into the mattress.
Spanking wasn't the only thing Matt was willing to do to girls who needed a good punishment, Krystal would find. His wet claw traced a line from her opening to her anus, a tight ring of muscle puckering with anticipation. He smirked as she openly gasped as his thick finger pushed into it, opening her.
"Just relax," Matt cooed to her.
Krystal bit her lip in pleasure as his finger stretched her out, teasing and preparing her.
This was going better than either of them expected. It seems like a good spanking was the perfect way to break the curse of a broken mirror...
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A short story commissioned by FireKit of his character, Matt, spanking and teasing Krystal from Star Fox! Thanks for commissioning me, dude!
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