Curse of the Red Cheeks (invite only)

[Manicorn]

Zaeles shook his head. "That's exactly the problem. It's clear you need discipline to learn to control that thing. Therefore, this spanking will keep going until you can keep this tail of yours still!" He kept up the whacks, bouncing his hand off the big round cheeks while holding that tail tightly, aware of any twist or vibration it might give off. To tell the truth, he probably needed a chance to blow some steam after dealing with the press of the crowds for that long...

[Spunny]

Mouse tenses up as he feels his backside exposed to the public once more. He swallows hard, eyes wide with embarrassment. This couldn't be happening twice in one day, could it?! I-It was practically impossible! It wasn't like it was Mouse's first time being a thief or manipulating a situation! H-How could things have spun out of control so fast?!

Man, he hated being with this group!

As his backside was exposed, anyone who would've paid attention would've noticed the color of the cheeks...or, the lack of it really. Thanks to Mouse's healing ability, his cheeks had already changed from Scorching Red to Warm Pinks. Not that they would have a long time to notice such a thing. The Minotaur's palms are hard, and it's enough to make Mouse jerk around and yelp with the slaps, squirming from his humiliating position.

"S-Stop it! I'm not-Ah!-I'm not his slave, damm-Ah!-spank the damn orc, not m-EE! G-Guards?! P-Please help?!"

[Hiran]

"Yeah, okay," Orazi just crossed his arms and gave a nod. No point pushing it any further. He'd just leave Mouse to his just desserts.

Orazi looked around, only now realizing that it seemed the rest of the group had also had things get rather out of control. Was this another side-effect of the mark? Well, maybe. But it seemed only one person might be in any place to explain. "Hey Zaeles, what the heck did I just miss?"

[Manicorn]

The leonin grimaces. "Orfo here can't keep his tail under control. Almost got himself trounced by a local, until I stepped in. But then, well... his tail was still all over the place, so I decided to do some trouncing myself." He delivers a steady stream of swats to the firbolg's big rear, not out of malice, just to help him focus.

"I did learn something interesting though. There's a druidic circle in this city. Apparently they're meeting tonight. Might be a fun party to crash--if you're up for it," he tells him.

"As for Tambourin, his call turned into a more personal on-site examination. He basically mooned the entire area, and from the moans I heard up there they weren't just talking about spankings if you get my meaning. You'll have to ask him yourself if they learned anything useful that might help us."

[hax25849]

There was an intense heat now radiating off of Orfo's ass. Spread out randomly, not too different from bee stings! But these were much bigger! Much more noticeable! And MUCH more embarrassing. "He's right" Orfo thought with a hint of defeat. "I'm an adult now! I should be able to control my tail." With another slap delivered to his rear and another scream to follow it Orfo focused for a moment and took a deep breath. He tried to weather out the fire on his back side and thought of a nice gentle spring.

This started to trigger a memory inside Orfo where it was hum and his old man swimming in that pond. The cool tide over- "GAH!!" Orfo screamed as another handprint peppered his backside. He took another deep breath and refocused once again jumping in the pool and watching the ripples distribute. It was peaceful, calm, almost transcendent and when his entire body was re enveloped back in that memory his tail grew still.

"Hey! I di- GAHHH!!" He screamed again as his butt was now entering another shade of red! Although he did manage to keep his tail still even after another round of discipline from Zaeles

[Eurus]

Perhaps surprisingly, the guards seem to be less tense now. A fight breaking out in the mail office would be a problem, but a few people getting their butts smacked is apparently business as usual. A few people do grumble when they have to step around Mouse and Basar, or Zaeles and Orfo, but nobody objects enough to make it a problem.

This is good news for most of the party, but perhaps less welcome for Mouse, whose ass quickly gets warmed up to a rosy-red hue yet again. Being a fast healer is probably better than the alternative, though... it certainly doesn't seem like this minotaur is the type to go easier on a victim just because they're already tender. He snorts and huffs like a steam engine as he claps his hand down on Mouse's cheeks over and over again, his nostrils flaring and his furry muscles flexing interestingly under his leather harness as he fills the entire room with the echoing sound of spanks.

Razmanna lets Tambourin down and nods, replying without fully taking his eyes off Mouse and Orfo. "A few minutes on a long-distance call is a small price to pay for an analysis of a unique magical effect, young master. But yes, I must be going. Feel free to send more conventional mail as often as you like."

The tiger demon melts away into a stream of glowing orange smoke, and flows back into the crystal ball, which is steaming slightly by this point. The no longer sleepy mailmage sighs in relief when it finally goes dim.

Basar spanks Mouse for about ten minutes without pause or slowing down in the slightest... you can almost see a heat haze shimmering off of his palms by the time he's done, but he looks rather satisfied when he finally stands up and releases the thief. He gives Orazi a grudging bow with his fists pressed together in front of him, then stalks out without another word, seemingly forgetting whatever business he actually came here for.

[Zollith]

After Razmanna leaves, Tambourin sees that things seem to be getting under control once again. While the others are occupied, he breaks out another parchment and scribbles down relevant information about what the demon butler helped him discover about the curse while it is still fresh in mind, so he can report that to his allies later on. Any more personal things the demon helped the gnome discover about himself were not too difficult to compartmentalise in that time: Zaeles is on the right track with theorising why his nerves are settled for now.

[Hiran]

"Oh cool, a druid's circle that we won't get punished for visiting?" Orazi enthusiastically caught on to that part of the story. "I want to check it out. I've heard those places can get super crazy, if you know what I mean." He didn't give any acknowledgement to Orfo or Mouse's predicament, other than continuing to wear a wide grin.

[Manicorn]

The druid nodded before releasing the wriggling firbolg. "See? I knew you just needed some motivation," he said before releasing him with a pat to his reddened bottom. "Just make sure to keep that tail under control from now on!"

He sighed as he looked around. This was supposed to have been just a simple mail run. It seemed the group couldn't go anywhere without undergoing multiple spankings along the way. He just had to make sure his own bottom wasn't one of the ones caught up in danger.

[hax25849]

THe young firbolg let his tail droop between his legs after the rather heavy lion released him. His tail hung like a pendulum between his two now enflamed globes that practically glew a light shiny red. The only red that could match this was being worn on Orfo's face as he buried it into his arms trying to hide away from the world.

Orfo stayed in his position for quite a while just thinking back on the lesson he learned. "I knew people got spanked all the time here in this city but I didn't think I was gonna-" He pouted to himself now using his tail to lightly brush a bit of the blush away from his ass. "It's not like I stole or nuthin' or even lied-" There was a bit of a sad but accepted tone. Very reminiscent of someone who may have just learned a lesson but was still a little hot at the person who did it. Orfo than thought to himself that maybe it was best to avoid Zaeles for a bit until he was a bit more calmed down.

Orfo then stood up and rubbed the sting on his behind while watching the floor. He hated to admit it but he was incredibly embarrassed and the more he looked around seeing others snicker and talk the more his ears sank covering up his face giving him a place to hide. Orfo then took in the scene before him seeing Mouse with his rear once again on fire. Orfo gave a bit of a chuckle until he slid his own hand over his butt again practically feeling the hand prints that the lion left behind. "oh boy-" Orfo said to himself as his face got coaxed in red blushes. "Dad where are you!"