PAW Patrol 2.0 (For Kion the Fiercest)
 

It was a hot summer afternoon, in Adventure Bay. Ryder was on the balcony of the Lookout, relaxing with a book, and a cold drink. He smiled as he read, and listened to the pups playing in the yard below.

The pups were running around the yard, having lots of fun. They had a large wading pool out and full, which some were soaking in. Rocky wasn't...of course. He was fine just laying on a towel beside the pool, which kept him both cool and dry. Others not in the pool, were Marshall and Skye, who were running around the yard, playing tag.

"I'm gonna get ya Skye!" laughed Marshall. "No you won't!" she laughed.

A bit later, she stopped and did a backflip, causing Marshall to go under her.

"Huh?" he asked, looking up, and then back at her.

He then looked forward, and gasped.

"Whoa!" he cried, trying to skid to a halt, "Watch out Rocky!"

The terrier mix breed raised his head, and gasped.

"Whoa!" he cried, trying to get up.

Unfortunately, Marshall ran into him, and they went tumbling. Marshall landed by the wading pool, and Rocky landed inside it.

"Ugh!" groaned Rocky, standing, "I'm all wet! What's the big idea Marshall?!"

"It was an accident." Marshall said.

"Yeah right!" he snapped, getting out of the pool, and shaking off, "You did that on purpose!"

"No, I didn't." Marshall said.

"Yes you did!" he cried, "First you spray me with your cannon, when you were filling the pool...then you splashed me when you were in it a little bit ago...and now you knocked me in! I was willing to believe the first two were accidents, but now I think all three were on purpose!"

"They were NOT!" Marshall barked.

"Come on guys" said Zuma, "No need to fight."

Rocky glared at him, and he backed up with a whimper.

Then scowling, Rocky stepped on Marshall's paw, making him yelp. Marshall scowled, and punched his nose, making him wince.

"That's it!" snapped Rocky, jumping on him.

The two pups tumbled around, biting and scratching each other.

Ryder looked up at the sound of raised voices, and ran to the balcony. He gasped when he saw Marshall and Rocky arguing, and ran inside. By the time he got downstairs and ran out, the pups were brawling.

He ran over, grabbed their collars, and pulled them apart.

"Enough you two!" he cried.

Rocky tensed up, and looked at him fearfully.

"F*** you Rocky!" cried Marshall, not yet realizing, Ryder had them.

"Marshall!" cried Ryder, sternly.

Marshall snapped out of it and looked at Ryder.

Ryder frowned at them sternly, and then took them both by an ear.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" groaned Rocky, wincing, as Ryder led them towards the Lookout.

"No, Ryder, not the Punishment Room!" Marshall begged.

They continued wincing, as he led them inside. They got in the elevator, and took it down a few floors.

When they got off, they went to a door, and entered a room the punishment room.

The pups hated the punishment room, since a trip there usually meant a sore bottom. It was an average sized room, that wasn't used often, since they were usually real good pups. The first thing somebody noticed, was a straight back chair in middle of room. Ryder sat on this, to deliver the punishment.

There were also kennels along the back of the room, which were used for time outs, and were the pups had to wait, if Ryder couldn't punish them right away due to a mission, or him being away. He could unlock the kennels with his Pup Pad, and let them out, if they're needed on a mission. The kennels each had a timed lock, which let them out, after the time Ryder set had elapsed. They could then leave through a one-way doggie door, on the wall beside the main door. If more than one pup was taken to the room, Ryder could lock the doggie door, to keep them from escaping, while they waited for their turn.

On the wall to the right of the room were three pegs, where implements hung. Hanging from the left peg was a short ruler, which was used when the pups did minor things, that only earned a few sharp raps on the paw. In the middle was a hairbrush, used for more serious offenses, and if minor offenses were quickly repeated. Finally...on the right peg...was a paddle. This was for the most serious offenses, and if the same offense, is repeated multiple times.

Beside the implements was a simple sink, with a medicine cabinet. In the cabinet were six toothbrushes...one for each pup...as well as puppy safe soap. This was for when the pups cursed. Under the sink was a set of steps, which could fold and unfold, like a set of bleachers. These were so the pups could get up and rinse their mouths, after a mouth soaping.

On the floor under the implements, was a minifridge/freezer. This held cold packs the pups could sit on, to help ease their sore bums, if Ryder allowed it.

The only other thing in the room, was a closet. This is where Ryder kept extra chairs and implements, in case somebody else was gonna be spanking the pups.

Rocky looked around the room in dread, and gulped fearfully.

(Anything you wanna change, and or take away from the room?)

(no, it's fine)

"So, who is first?" Ryder asked the pups.

They quickly pointed to each other, and Ryder sighed. He then lifted Rocky, and laid him on his lap, as he sat on the chair.

(Do you wanna be Ryder or Rocky here?)

(Ryder, I'll be the spanker from the start, this time)

Ryder rested one hand on Rocky's bottom before patting it.

(Wait...didn't we start with just hand spankings, and Zuma gets the first paddling?)

(I fixed my last post)

"Aw Ryder, please no!" he begged, "Marshall started it! He knocked me into the pool! It was on purpose!"

Ryder stared down at him, and then looked at Marshall questioningly.

"It was an accident and he started it by stepping on my paw." Marshall said.

"Liar!" snapped Rocky, "All three soakings, were on purpose!"

"Are you sure about that Rocky?" asked Ryder, "Think about it hard, and tell me it wasn't an accident."

Rocky blinked, and then considered for awhile. As he thought about it, his anger faded, and he finally hung his head.

"Sorry Marshall" he whimpered, "I overreacted."

"Well, if it is any consolation, Marshall will also be getting spanked." Ryder said.

"Aw!" whined Marshall, "But Ryder!"

"You're getting spanked" said Ryder, "And you're getting a mouth soaping, for cursing."

Ryder then returned his focus to Ryder, Rocky put his other hand on Rocky's back to keep him in place wile raising the hand on his rear up above his head.

Rocky groaned, and grimaced in dread.

Ryder brought his hand down on Rocky's bottom and raised his hand again.

"Ouch!" he yipped, squirming, "Please no! I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, Rocky." Ryder said as he gave Rocky a second spank, then a third, then a fourth, in rapid possession.

"Ow! Ow! Ouch! Please stop!" he cried, squirming, and kicking his legs.

"Not until your rear is red and warm to the touch." Ryder said, continuing to slap Rocky's butt.

Rocky continued to yelp and squirm, as his bottom slowly turned pink, and was eventually crying.

Ryder watched as Rocky's bottom started to turn red and felt a bit warmer whenever his hand made contact with it.

Rocky was now lying limp over his lap, bawling hard.

"Bwaaa!" he sobbed, "Owie! P-Please stop!"

Ryder stopped for a moment, to inspect Rocky's bottom. It was red and felt warm to the touch. "Three more spanks, okay?" he asked the pup.

"Bwaaa!" he sobbed, "P-Please no! I...Owie!"

He gave a yelp, as the first of the final swats landed.

Ryder quickly gave Rocky the last two smacks.

"Ouch! Yeow!" he yelped, "I'm sorry!"


Ryder sighed, and patted his back. He then set Rocky on his paws, and Rocky started hopping from paw to paw, as he cried.

"In the corner" said Ryder, pointing.

"Please no" begged Rocky, sadly.

"Do you need a longer spanking?" asked Ryder.

Rocky grimaced, and walked to the corner. Ryder then went to Marshall, who backed up. He took the dalmatian by the ear, and started leading him to the sink.

(Could we take turns as the spanker? Or do you wanna be the spanker all the time?)

(I'll be the spanker all the time)

At the sink, Ryder opened the medicine cabinet and got the soap and Marshall's toothbrush out.

Marshall groaned, and Ryder prepped his toothbrush. He closed his mouth tightly, as Ryder knelt down.

"Open" he ordered, sternly.

"Please no" he begged, not opening his mouth much.

(Even when we reach Everest, and Jake spanks her? Or when Ryder spanks Katie? It's ok, I just wanna make sure.)

(we can do it your way)

"Open." Ryder ordered again.