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Hiney Whoopin 3
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: April 17, 2024, 9:55 pm
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As Timmy sat cross-legged on the threadbare living room rug, his
fingers flying over the worn buttons of his Xbox controller, the
television flickered to life. It was as if a window had opened
into another world, one far more vivid and captivating than the
bleak suburban landscape outside. Within this new reality, a
small, furry creature scampered across the screen, its tail
twitching nervously. It was Conker the Squirrel, the irreverent
protagonist of the game Conker's Bad Fur Day, and as Timmy
watched in awe, the unmistakable sound of a whooshing wind
filled the room. The television fuzzed and blurred, then slowly
came into focus once more. Standing before Timmy, its fur
bedraggled and its eyes wide with wonder, was Conker himself.
"Whats happenin boy?" Conker said suggestively.
Timmy was stunned. "Uh, hi Conker. How'd you get here?"
"I probably got drunk and walked into the wrong house." Conker
said with a shrug.
Timmy chuckled nervously. "So, uh, what do you want to do now?"
he asked Conker, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about the
fact that he was wearing nothing but his Spider-Man underwear.
"Tell me what do you know about spankings?" Conker asked in a
husky voice, looking Timmy up and down like a snack.
"Uh, well..." Timmy stammered, feeling a mixture of surprise,
arousal, and nervousness. "I mean, I've seen them in movies and
stuff... But I've never really done it myself."
"Man its the best!" Conker said, "Bending a boy over your lap,
raising that flat palm in the air and just bringing it down on
his behind over and over again until those cheeks are bright
red. God I love it!"
Timmy's face flushed crimson. He'd never really talked about
spanking with anyone, and it felt sort of weird to be discussing
it with Conker, but he found himself nodding along, feeling more
and more aroused by the animated squirrel's description.
"So, uh, why do you think people like it so much?" he asked,
still blushing.
"Its the best way to get pleasure from pain." Conker said, "I
love gettin my ass whooped. Best hard on ever."
Timmy nodded, not sure if he entirely understood what Conker
meant. "So, uh, do you want to try it or something?" he asked,
feeling bold.
Conker grinned, showing off his sharp little teeth. "Oh yeah,
I'd love that." He crawled over to Timmy, positioning himself
behind the boy. Timmy felt a thrill of anticipation run through
him as Conker hooked his fingers into the waistband of his
Spider-Man underwear, pulling them down to reveal his plump,
pale behind. The cool air of the living room made Timmy's skin
tingle as he felt Conker's hot breath on his neck. "Now take my
pants down. Daddy." Conker said.
Shaking with excitement, Timmy reached around and unbuttoned
Conker's jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Conker's hard
little cock bobbed free, already leaking pre-cum. He climbed
onto the couch, positioning himself over Timmy's lap. "All right
daddy," he said, "give it to me."
Timmy's heart raced as he wrapped his arms around Conker,
holding him in place. He could feel the squirrel's muscles
tensing, anticipating the sting of his palm. Slowly, he raised
his hand, aiming for the center of Conker's bottom. With a
resounding smack, he brought it down, making Conker yelp in
surprise and pleasure.
"Give me some more." Conker demanded.
"Okay," Timmy said, his heart racing as he felt Conker's bottom
wriggle beneath his hand. He brought his hand down again,
striking the same spot, causing the squirrel to let out a sharp
yelp. Conker's body tensed and relaxed with each impact, his
hips bucking involuntarily. Conker's butt cheeks jiggled and
wobbled craving more and more of Timmy's punishing palm.
"Oh god, daddy," Conker moaned, "you're making me crazy!" He
arched his back, thrusting his hips forward.
"Hump my lap." Timmy ordered spanking and squeezing Conker's
plump booty, "Get that dick hard boy!"
Conker let out a sharp moan and started humping harder against
Timmy's lap. The motion made his bottom jiggle and wobble even
more, offering up perfect targets for Timmy's punishing palm. He
buried his face in the couch cushions, his little body arching
as he reveled in the pleasure and pain.
Timmy spanked harder and faster, feeling the heat rising in his
own cheeks as he watched Conker's bottom turn an angry shade of
red. The squirrel's cries and moans filled the room, echoing off
the walls and sending a shiver of arousal down Timmy's spine. He
couldn't believe how good this felt, giving this punishment.
He'd never imagined that he'd enjoy it so much.
Conker's hips bucked wildly, his cock twitching and leaking
pre-cum onto the couch. His little hands gripped the fabric of
the couch, digging in as he fought against the pleasure-pain
that was coursing through his body. Timmy could feel the muscles
in Conker's bottom tense and relax with each impact, the flesh
jiggling and wobbling under his palm.
"Whoop my ass Daddy!" Conker said, "I fucking need this shit!"
Timmy smiled, feeling a surge of power course through him as he
spanked Conker's bottom harder. The squirrel's skin was burning
red now, his little ass cheeks feeling like two overripe peaches
in Timmy's hand. Conker's cries and moans filled the room, his
body trembling with each impact. Timmy could feel the warmth
radiating from his own palm as he spanked Conker, the pleasure
of giving this punishment mixing with the desire to make the
squirrel beg for more.
"Your hiney is mine!" Timmy demanded.
Conker let out a moan of surrender, his bottom quivering as he
continued to hump Timmy's lap. "Yeah, daddy, take it." He said,
his voice shaking with pleasure. The scent of his arousal filled
the air, mixing with the sweet musk of sex.
Timmy spanked him harder, feeling the heat from Conker's skin
radiating through the thin fabric of his shorts. The squirrel's
little ass cheeks were bright red now, his bottom looking like a
handprint had been pressed into the couch. Timmy could feel the
power he had over Conker, the control he had over this moment.
It was intoxicating.
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