“Ahahh… Already?” pled the writhing doe.

“We have the whole night, Lady Girard,” defended Beaufort through his panting.

A high-pitched tone from Madeline registered her teasing complaint. “I was getting close again… feels so good…”

“You heard the lady, Stephane,” replied Villepin, flitting her short tail with delight. It was in her nature to tease a little, and she rarely got to have that kind of fun. Things were private enough at that point that she had plenty of room for that.

“I can’t just… keep going… That would be… I mean that…” he glanced back at Villepin with adorable distress. Surely she understood.

She did.

It didn’t save Stephane. The doe reached down between the bedding and the wall and selected the item she’d placed there should she need to more forcefully direct a careless male on his manners. It was a short, flexible, elegant riding crop. It would certainly get the point across if she needed it. She licked the end of it to make it wet.

“You’ve got to be kid-“

Thwip!

“Hah!” squeaked a joyful younger doe, still pinned on her back under the buck.

“Ow, hey!” returned Beaufort.

Thwack!

“Yes!” squeaked Madeline. The second, harder impact caused Stephane to drive his hips forward to avoid the cruel implement...