These ponies are not to eager to be dressed up and ready for photo shoots, but the robotic hands tending to them say otherwise. (From left to right) Lura is being one of the pouty ones, so she gets a pacifier. Rocco nearby is getting some extra powder, but the grump is not really looking forward to it. Reppa being tended to by some hands, yet her tails is showing her anger for her. CT grabs hold of one of the hands to try and reprogram it. Hackon is about to be fed a bottle of milk, but she isn’t feeling too hungry. Rim Rim is feeling excited in her new attire while alongside a confused Lopps. Arro is being punished her recent temper tantrum, and Impo is irritated with his wrong new outfit and the hands taking pictures of him.
With a ﬁrm grip on the rear waistband, Daddy yanked the pull-up away, the sides and tailhole tearing with ease and exposing Logan’s white, spotted butt. With his free arm, he placed his paw across Logan’s shoulder blades, holding the snow leopard, and his tail, in place.
“First, for wetting your pull-up,” Daddy stated, and the paddle smacked downward over and over.
These were always a light spanking. Logan squirmed, and tried to avoid tensing his muscles. The ten spanks ended as quickly as they started, and he knew the real punishment was about to begin.
“And more importantly, for being a naughty kitten.”
As if being straddled over his husband’s knee for a spanking wasn’t belittling enough, being called a naughty kitten pushed Logan’s mind further into a toddleresque space. He was already vulnerable having spent all day worrying about this, and being left to the power and control of the tiger was breaking him further with no resistance.
The smacks started again, harder and faster than what came before. Such was the force of the paddle, Logan’s cheeks stung quickly, each swat making his discomfort worse. He was in pain before he could deal with it, clutching Daddy’s calf with one paw, unable to lie still as each connection between wood and ﬂesh twisted his body in response. Daddy’s paw pressed tighter as the kitten wriggled, denying him the opportunity to move an inch out of place.
One can only wonder how I ended up like this again. Was I looking at naughty websites again? Did I do something bad at school? Either way I’m getting one sore bottom that’s having a new hairbrush dad bought tested out. Seems he approves of the brush but not my attitude.
“Dear diary, today I was punished for one of my antics!” That’s how the day started for this little otter!
Oh well, I imagine that in those pages of that diary is written multiple times in which this little otter (especially his butt), has been punished with that hairbrush! Ouchie! Oh and look … the hairbrush is on his tail,just in case if he is trouble again!
Poor island getting a spanking is newer nice but keeping count about them in your diary is not so fun. Because seeing and remember all the time that your poor bare bottom have been spanked is not so nice :(
It sure make your poor toasted butt hurting again when you start thinking about it. And that sure is not a fun thing to remember or something that you wont to remember. And from the look of the information written in that diary. It sure seems like he get multiply spanking every week whit the hairbrush.
But it sure can be kind of hard to remember all the stuff that you are not allow to do. When your brain is loaded whit allot of fun things that you wont to do or try out.