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Spanked by friend
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: March 8, 2024, 12:18 am
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Conker, the orange anthropomorphic squirrel, had just stolen his
friend Timmy's new truck and was now joy-riding in it getting
drunk on copious amounts of beer as he drove in random
directions. He somehow reached a lake and ran out of gas and the
truck broke down.
"Whatever man." He said slurringly, taking a nap.
An hour later Timmy, his face full of rage, was knocking on the
windows.
"Conker, you drunk little piece of shit!" He screamed, his face
beet red. "Give me back my truck!"
Conker woke up with a start, his head pounding. "Oh, hey Timmy,"
he slurred. "How's it going, man?" He tried to act casual, but
the look on Timmy's face told him he'd failed miserably.
"Open this fucking door you bastard!" He yelled.
Conker, feeling a bit more awake now, unlocked the door and
climbed out of the truck. He stood before Timmy, swaying
slightly. "Look, dude, I'm sorry about the truck and all, but I
was just having a bit of fun. Can we just call it a night?"
Beer cans spilled out of the truck and around their ankles.
"Look at this shit!" Timmy yelled, grabbing Conker by his
collar, "What have you got to say for yourself?
Conker winced as Timmy's grip tightened. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I just got carried away. I didn't mean any harm."
"Man you need a fuckin spanking!" Timmy said.
"Wait, no, dude!" Conker pleaded. "Come on, I'm sorry, I'll make
it up to you. Just don't--" His words were cut off as Timmy
shoved him roughly to the ground. "Ow! Hey, man, that hurt!"
"Take your pants off!" Timmy said, letting down the tail-gate,
"I'mma turn your little ass red!"
Conker hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously. The
lake was still and quiet, reflecting the stars above. The trees
swayed gently in the breeze, their branches casting long shadows
across the ground. There was a faint scent of pine in the air.
He took a deep breath, then slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid
them down to his ankles. Timmy sat down on the tail-gate and
pulled Conker over his knee.
"Now, you little brat," he said, giving Conker's behind a hard
smack, "let this be a lesson to you." Another hard smack echoed
through the night. "You don't touch what isn't yours, and you
don't mess with your friends' stuff, got it?" Conker yelped in
pain, tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to wriggle free,
but Timmy's grip was firm.Conker's tight briefs provided little
protection as his rump was slapped.
"Yes, Timmy," he sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again, I
promise." More spanks rained down on his burning behind. The
stinging pain was unbearable, but he knew Timmy wouldn't stop
until he'd made his point. He closed his eyes and waited for it
to be over, breathing in shallow gasps.
"And another thing," Timmy said between spanks, "I want you to
clean up this mess you made." He released Conker and pointed at
the scattered beer cans. "Pick those up and throw them away. And
then you're gonna help me push this piece of junk back to town
so we can get it fixed."
Conker, still rubbing his sore bottom, nodded miserably. He
didn't know how he was going to explain the state he was in to
his parents, let alone the damage he'd done to the truck. He
started to pick up the beer cans, wincing at the feel of them in
his hands. Once the cans were cleaned up, Timmy pulled Conker
back over his lap, "Now you're gonna get a bare ass spankin!"
The spanking was even more painful with his bare bottom, and
Conker couldn't help but yelp and squirm with each smack. His
cheeks burned and stung, feeling as if they were on fire. "I'm
sorry, Timmy!" he cried out between sobs. "I'm really sorry!"
But Timmy didn't let up, continuing to spank him until Conker
thought he couldn't take any more.
Finally, Timmy stopped and pulled Conker to his feet. The older
boy's face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. "I hope
you learned your lesson," he said, his voice quieter now. "We'd
better get going if we want to get this truck fixed before
morning."
Conker nodded, still rubbing his sore bottom. They climbed into
the truck and started the engine, the familiar rumble filling
the night. As they drove back to town, Conker couldn't help but
feel a mixture of shame and gratitude towards Timmy. He knew
Timmy had every right to be angry with him, but instead of just
punishing him, he'd taken the time to teach him a lesson.
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