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Hiney Whoopin 4
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: May 3, 2024, 1:41 am
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On a particularly lazy afternoon, Timmy Turner was engrossed in
his favorite video game, completely oblivious to the world
around him. His room was a mess of discarded pizza boxes, empty
soda cans, and dusty action figures scattered across the floor.
The only source of light crept in through the cracked
mini-blinds, casting long, eerie shadows across the room. Little
did he know that on this fateful day, his life was about to take
a turn for the most unexpected of twists.
A loud, piercing shriek echoed through the room, sending chills
down Timmy's spine. He jumped out of his chair, heart pounding,
and hurried over to his computer. There, on the screen, a portal
had opened up, revealing a strange and mysterious world beyond
his wildest dreams. Standing before him was none other than
Conker the orange humanoid squirrel, his tail twitching
suggesitvely as he surveyed his surroundings.
"Whoa, hey there, little fella!" exclaimed Conker, his voice a
raspy pitch. "What's your name, huh? And who let you play with
my game?"
Timmy hesitantly stepped forward, his eyes darting back and
forth between the mischievous squirrel and the still-open portal
behind him. "Uh... my name's Timmy. And I, uh... I didn't mean
to play your game. It just started up on its own!" he stammered.
Conker's bushy orange eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?
What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, hopping from foot to
foot. "Don't you know anything about video games, kid? You can't
just play them unless someone invites you in!"
Timmy's eyes widened in fear. "Uh, I, uh... I don't know how
that happened... I swear!" he stammered, pointing to the portal
behind Conker. "It just opened up and you came out of it!"
Conker's expression turned dark. "Well, you've done it now,
kid," he growled. "Now you've gotta pay the piper. You see, in
my world, when someone plays my game without being invited...
well, let's just say there's a penalty for that sort of thing."
He stepped closer to Timmy, his orange eyes boring into the
boy's soul. "And that penalty, little Timmy, is a good, solid
spanking. Yes, sir. A long, hard, bare-bottomed spanking!"
Timmy swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "B-but
I don't want a spanking!" he stammered.
"Not for you boi!" Conker said with a smirk, "Me. You're gonna
whoop my behind. Daddy."
Timmy's eyes widened in surprise. "W-what?"
"That's right, squirt. You're going to spank me good and hard.
Just like in the game. You know the rules. You can't play
without paying the price." Conker said.
Timmy hesitated for a moment, his heart racing. He had never
spanked anyone before, let alone a talking squirrel. He glanced
back at the portal, wondering if there was any way to get out of
this. But he knew that Conker was right; he had messed with the
game, and now he had to face the consequences.
Conker hopped up onto Timmy's bed, wiggling his backside
invitingly. "Come on, Timmy. Show me what you've got. Give it
all you've got. Give me your best spanking!"
Timmy hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped forward, his
heart pounding. He reached out and carefully placed his small
hand on Conker's furry bottom, feeling the warmth and softness
of the fur beneath his fingers. He squeezed gently, hesitating
for a moment before giving a tentative pat.
"That's it, Timmy," Conker encouraged him, his voice husky.
"Give it a good smack. You can do it."
Timmy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then brought his
other hand down on Conker's bottom with more force. There was a
satisfying thwack as it connected, and Conker let out a yelp,
hopping up and down on the bed.
"Ouch! Good one, Timmy!" he exclaimed, grinning. "You've got
quite the arm on you, kid!"
Timmy blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and
excitement. He continued to spank Conker, alternating between
soft pats and harder smacks, listening to his playful moans and
yelps. The squirrel writhed and squirmed on the bed, his tail
swishing back and forth, but he never asked Timmy to stop.
After several minutes, Timmy paused, catching his breath. He had
never spanked anyone for so long before. Conker sat up, rubbing
his bottom gingerly. "Well, that was quite a workout," he said
with a chuckle. "I think you made up for invading my world,
little buddy."
Timmy smiled shyly, feeling a mixture of relief and
satisfaction. "I'm sorry I messed with your game, Conker. I
didn't mean to."
"Ah, it's quite alright, Timmy," Conker replied with a wave of
his hand. "We've all been in your shoes. I just wanted to show
you that there are consequences for your actions. Now you know."
Timmy nodded, still feeling a bit awkward. "Yeah, I guess so.
Maybe I should pull your pants down and give you another
spanking."
"Oh, you mean like this?" Conker asked with a wink, lifting his
tail and revealing his bare bottom.
Timmy blushed again, but he couldn't help feeling a newfound
excitement. He moved closer to the bed, taking a deep breath
before lowering his hand. His palm connected with Conker's
bottom, sending a jolt of heat through his hand. The squirrel
let out a surprised yelp, arching his back and kicking his legs.
"Get over my knee boi." Timmy ordered.
Conker grinned and scrambled over Timmy's lap. "Yes, daddy," he
said, letting out a breathy moan as he felt his furry bottom
resting on Timmy's strong thighs. He arched his back, offering
his bottom up to the spanking. "Oh, that's just where I like
it," he purred.
Timmy hesitated for a moment, feeling the power and control this
situation gave him. He had never been in charge of anyone
before, and it felt... good. He raised his hand high above
Conker's bottom, gathering momentum before bringing it down with
a hard smack. The squirrel yelped and kicked his legs, but he
didn't try to escape.
"That's it, Conker," Timmy growled, spanking him harder and
faster. "Your hiney is mine now! You're going to get a spanking
every day." Each smack echoed through the room, and Timmy could
feel his own body tense up with every impact. He concentrated on
the feel of his hand connecting with Conker's soft fur, the
sound of his yelps filling the air.
The squirrel writhed beneath him, his tail swishing wildly as he
tried to find some relief from the stinging pain. "Ah, Timmy..."
he moaned, his voice breaking. "I think... I think I'm gonna...
ahhhh!"
Timmy felt a thrill of power course through him as he spanked
the squirrel harder and faster. "That's right, Conker," he
growled. "Let it all out." He couldn't believe how much control
he had over the situation, and over Conker. It was intoxicating.
The squirrel writhed beneath him, his cries of pleasure and pain
intermingling as his hips bucked wildly against Timmy's hand.
"Oh, Timmy..." he moaned. "Please, don't stop..." His tail
continued to swish back and forth, his back arched perfectly,
offering his bottom up for more.
"Whose butt is this?" Timmy asked smacking his buns so hard they
jiggled.
"Oh, Timmy!" Conker cried out, his voice shaking. "It's... it's
yours, daddy!"
Timmy grinned, feeling a powerful surge of lust as he spanked
Conker's reddened bottom. "That's right, Conker. It's mine now.
And I'm going to take care of you." He brought his hand down
harder than ever before, feeling the heat radiating off of the
squirrel's backside. The squirrel let out a strangled moan, his
hips bucking wildly against Timmy's hand.
Timmy leaned down, breathing heavily into Conker's ear. "Do you
like being spanked, boy?" he growled, spanking him even harder.
"Do you want more?" Conker whimpered and nodded frantically, his
tail still swishing back and forth.
Timmy grinned and began to spank him with rapid, hard smacks,
his hand a blur of motion. The squirrel's cries of pleasure and
pain filled the room, echoing off the walls. His bottom was on
fire, but he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more.
"Do you want more, Conker?" Timmy asked, breathing heavily. The
squirrel nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face.
"Good boy," Timmy growled, his hand still moving quickly.
"Because you're going to get it." He spanked him even harder,
the sound of his palm connecting with Conker's bottom like a
gunshot. The squirrel arched his back, letting out a long,
keening wail.
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