My knees go weak as my assigned fox boy walks into the room, his seductive masculine foxy scent washing over me and exciting me on a primal level. I struggle to not stare at his abs, or to not imagine what lies beneath those tight pants.<strong>"Uh, well..."</strong>I begin to stammer, entranced by the pillar of sex before me. My foxy ears cock downwards and to the sides in embarrassment and shyness.<strong>"I'm not really sure. I-I'm actually kind of a virgin."</strong>My voice quivers as the words tumble out of my mouth. My eyes drop towards the floor in humiliation and my cheeks turn scarlet with a rush of blood. My tails are floofed out behind me and slowly sway back and forth in nervous anticipation.<strong>"Maybe you could help guide me? Or teach me what any of these things are for?"</strong>I make a sweeping motion towards the assortment of profane sex toys and equipment around the room. My ears suddenly perk up as I remember something.<strong>"Oh, there is one thing, I have always wanted to be spanked..."</strong>My cheeks turn even more red at this admission, and I have every desire to melt into the floor out of embarrassment, but the thought of this smokin' foxy hunk giving me a proper spanking also lights my loins ablaze with barely contained lust.