RolePlay: Danger Mouse Spanking Series

[MelloMelon]

"Oh, for p-p-PITY'S sake--!" The white mouse managed to growl out, moving his narrow hips from left and then to right, squirming up and then down to avoid the ruthless whacks of the heartless (and brainless) paddling contraption. This only distributed the spanks across a wider expanse of flesh, and whilst it felt ever so relieving to have a reprieve for one of his round, pert cheeks, it only ignited a new sting elsewhere on his upper thighs or the crowns of his buttocks which would soon be sizzling like breakfast tomatoes if it carried on much longer!!

[Kion the Fiercest]

The machine was not close to being finished, going on for another ten minutes.

[MelloMelon]

After that time, poor DM's lovely pale fur was marred as the tender skin beneath it had been scoured red raw, and the dashing white spy was outright yelping and shouting in protest at every new set of smacks. His rounded rump trembled painfully; so much so that the mouse's single eye shone with a thick sheen, tears of frustration and simple pain ready to fall - although DM was far too stubborn to allow it easily. He was British, and tears didn't solve anything, or b-build bridges-- a fat , offending droplet slid down his cheek and fell to the floor in a defiant "plip". Danger Mouse stared at it through offended tears, his bottom feeling as though it was ablaze and with no hope of a reprieve - save for his escaping and destroying the machine himself. "I-I-I'm s-s-sssorr-sSSORRY, C-cer-AHH! S--ss-siiir!! Oh, OUCH!! OW!! AaahhhHHNN!!"

[Kion the Fiercest]

"There is only two minutes left." The Colonel said.