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Tambourin only answered the guards words with a slow nod and a very quiet, "Indeed, sir..." The lengthy lifespan of a gnome meant little in the face of an older gentleman rightly exerting his authority over the smaller fellow: being reminded of his comparative immaturity made him even more concious of what his hands were covering. The last minute scramble left him less ready to anticipate the first strike, which made him throw his hand up reflexively on impact. His first squirm had the guard readjust the grip on his robe, which made it ride up enough to briefly expose his bare crotch! He desperately doubled over even more to minimise the frontal exposure of hardened flesh, which only pushed his buttocks out for those punitive swats. The gnome was sobbing and whining in no time flat.
Last edited by Zollith; November 26th, 2022 at 06:49 PM.
Orazi surveyed the long line that had queued up. "If you can get through that in the next few minutes, I salute you!" he said cheerily.
He'd waited several moments to pull up his pants. He didn't delay any longer though, last thing he needed was a public indecency spanking on top of the one he'd taken. He'd interfere with Tambourin but the gnome had clearly wanted to get spanked, so who was he to get in the way.
Instead, he walked over to Zaeles. "Next time, how about we have him leave the item and handle the discipline ourselves, kay?"
At first, Zaeles looks as though he's going to protest. But after a moment he simply gives a stiff nod at Orazi's words. "I am not familiar with the ways of this place. In my zeal to see the thief punished I... may have acted rashly," he concedes. "But I thank you for settling the matter before it could hamper our journey." He glances down at the orc's bottom, doubtless still burning inside his pants. He chews his lip."If you like, I have some skill with poultices. When we come to a quiet place I'd be gratified to rub some on you to relieve the sting."
Tambourin's extremely un-stoic reactions draw no comment from the guard, but they certainly don't make him end the paddling earlier or go any easier. He seems to have a veteran's understanding of exactly how hard to paddle a butt of any size to a cherry-red glow, and he's unfazed by bawling. If anything, Tambourin's display of distress is more typical than Orazi's showmanship.
"This is nothing compared to the punishment block, lad... Better that you learn a lesson now, hmm?"
It doesn't take the guard long to get the poor gnome's bottom to a state that he's content with, although it might feel like quite a bit longer to Tambourin... After a minute or two of methodical paddling, the guard lowers his implement and studies the quivering cheeks with satisfaction. Still holding the hem of Tambourin's robe up, he guides the gnome to a standing position and turns him around so that they're face to face again. Of course, that makes him notice Tambourin's hands desperately covering his arousal.
"Shy, eh? It's nothing new to me. If I had a copper for every fellow who sprung wood while I was warming his bottom..."
The guard shakes his head, amused, and finally lets go of Tambourin's robe and pats him on the head.
"Get on with you, lad, I have work to do. There's plenty of firm hands in Posterium who'll keep you in line if that's what you need. Try Pater Square..."
"Ough! I trust in your opinion, sir! Aiiee!" Tambourin eloquently blubbered in response to the guard's warning about the so-called punishment block, despite his head swimming with pangs of alternating pain, shame and paranoia.
Indeed his hands remained planted across his groin as if glued there, even when reduced to sniffling over how his cheeks glowed. He could barely look the guard in the eye through his goggles when reluctantly lifted to his feet, and winced for the expected scolding and doubled punishment for his obvious erection. However, like with his new companions, and the rowdy orcs he ran into before them, that wrath never came. What was it with everyone he met other than his master failing to react to his arousal with disgust, he wondered?
He had to dwell on that later, though, he was rightly being moved along so the queue could get going again. "Your advice is greatly appreciated, guardian!" The gnome said hurriedly as he scampered away with hands rubbing his sore rump, covered by his robe again at long last. "And apologies for my unintended contribution to the delay!" He shouted to the small audience he moved away from to rejoin the majority of his own group, led by his tent.
"Ha! I knew you were nicer than you let on!" Orazi grinned at the offer. "I'll kindly take you up on that later!" He looked over at Mouse, glad to see that his punihsment was still ongoing. So he turned his focus to Orfo, who'd somehow dodged the bullet on getting involved. What was he up to?
"Tch. Don't get the wrong idea. It's only because I feel partly responsible, and you did help us out." Zaeles sniffs, a very cat-like response, and moves to the front of the group to wait for everyone to join him once the various spankings wrap up.
Mouse was great at planning things out, manipulating people and situations to his advantage, and generally being a great thief...up until the actual theft. After that, he was always well on his way, thinking about where to hock his wares...well, the ones with real value, anyways. Hard to sell a pair of worn underwear. (Except one time, but that guy was kind of a weirdo.)
Point is that he had no idea what to do when he was actually captured! And when he heard the young guardsman's words, heard the smile in the voice, heard the sound of the paddle being yanked out of its holster...he knew that he had misread it. He had simply played a game for the young man.
"Waitwaitwait, we can talk-Ow!" He yelped as he felt the paddle come down on his ass. Then again. And again. He tensed up, shoes digging into the ground, cheeks tensing up as the paddle swats rained down.
Dammit! This guy was pretty good at this! It made Mouse clench his eyes shut, doing his best not to squirm, not to let out anything more than a whimper. Not for the guard, the crowd, or that damn cat.
Mouse's spanking at the hands of the vengeful young guard quickly turns into a contest of wills. A contest that he decidedly has the disadvantage in, since he's shoved down uncomfortably over two armored legs getting his ass set on fire... but shockingly, he seems to be holding his own. Perhaps it's Mouse's sheer experience in this position, or just the stubbornness of not wanting to yield to an inferior opponent.
Unfortunately, well, it is an unfair contest. When Rolf realizes that he's not getting the reaction he wants just by turning Mouse's ass red, he starts playing dirty. The thief suddenly feels himself being manhandled, at first confusingly: Rolf rotates the thief so that he has his arm hooked around Mouse's torso, the thief's body lined up next to the guard's with his face pointing at the wall and his ass sticking out toward the line of travelers.
The reason quickly becomes clear, as a cool draft wafts around his, er, mousehood, which is now hanging free between his legs, rather than pressed into the guard's lap. With the thief's hindquarters on full display, Rolf resumes paddling, slamming the hard, dense wood into his cheeks again.
"Don't think that I forgot about you stealing my damn underwear, either, you little perv... If I catch you in the city off duty, I'll show you exactly what happens to sneaky little jock sniffers."
The way he says it, it sounds like it's not an uncommon occurrence... what exactly goes on in the locker rooms of Posterium's City Watch, anyway!?
Once Tambourin finished scampering back to the rest of the group, he spectated what was going on alongside Orazi. Within the reassurance of their proximity, he finally had a moment to focus on massaging his sore bottom with both hands. "I shall allow myself a slight relief that our current situation will resolve itself relatively concisely. I do hope we collectively avoid future ire from the law enforcers, for the sake of both our posteriors and the prompt completion of our individual goals," the gnome openly stated to no-one particular among them, "I am still perplexed by the relative indifference to inappropriate physical responses to such punishments, however: very different to my mentor's wrathful abhorrence to such displays..."
Speaking of displays, he took immediate notice of the shifted position Mouse was placed into. The apprentice could not help but notice everything that the guard deliberately exposed, clearly for the benefit of everyone who was kept waiting. He could not help but think of what the queue thought of observing his own punishment: could he dare to imagine they would have liked to see him on display like the thief among them was? That line of thinking definitely had the gnome conscious of his front again, but if the guard's words to him were true, perhaps he could get away with vividly imagining such scenarios for just a moment as he watched...
Last edited by Zollith; November 27th, 2022 at 11:26 PM.
