[00:06] * @Terry tsses Christov on the bed. "The hell were you thinking?" he asks.
[00:07] * Christov whimpers as he’s tossed onto the bed, immediately sitting up to cover his rear. He looked like he was about to cry already as he just repeated, “I’m sorry I’m so sorry...!”
[00:19] <@Terry> "That dosen't awnser my question Cristov." he said in a harsh tone of voice. He picked up his bag and pulled out a ping pong paddle. "Start talking."
[00:20] <Christov> The sight of the paddle just terrifies the poor boy and he spilled every bit of information Terry wants immediately, “I-I wanted my sword back and I thought with the keys I coudl I could maybe find it!”
[00:24] <@Terry> "And what possessed you to think of doing that? I'm sure you'll get it back one we get home.' he pointe dout.
[00:24] * Christov blinked confused for a moment, “... ... ... I will? A-are you sure?”
[00:25] <@Terry> "Yes~! You will when we get off teh ship you go down to the customs office and they will give it to you... didn't they give you a papper after taking it?" he asked.
[00:26] * Christov looked down and away, sniffling a little, “No... they just took it and yelled at me.”
[00:27] <@Terry> "Are you sure they didn't give you a slip of papper or a sticker or something or did they take dow your name ?
[00:27] <@Terry> "
[00:28] * Christov thought for a moment, “W-well they did take my name... I-I thought it was just to get me in more trouble."
[00:28] <@Terry> "No silly when ou go to the customs office you give them your name and they will give it back >.>" Terry explained.
[00:29] <Christov> "O-oh..." He looked down, face flustering a bit because he felt so foolish, "I-I had no idea..."
[00:30] <@Terry> "That still dosen't esscuse the fact you were stealing. . ." He pointed out.
[00:31] * Christov cringed a bit, mumbling, "B-but I-I put it back..."
[00:39] <@Terry> "SO~!? Yo still did it!" Terry huffed. "Turn over..." he said in a calm tone of voice. "Do you have any idea how James or Claire would react to such? You're better off takinga punishment fro me and us both keeping quiet about it." He nodded gently.
[00:42] * Christov paled, and crawled away from Terry, "No, terry please no, we're friends right? C-can't you let me off the hook? Please terry please I can't take it it hurts so much!" He pushed away from Terry, still trying to plead for mercy, "Anything else, just please no spanking...!"
[00:43] <@Terry> "Oh so you'd rather me tell James and Claire then?" Terry ask rasining an eyebrow.
[00:44] <Christov> "No please!" Christov cried, "Don't tell Mommy and Daddy! They'll be so upset with me! I-I don't wanna make them upset! Please please please don't tell theeem!"
[00:46] <@Terry> "Then bend over." Terry said patting his hand with the paddle. He held it out for Christov to take. "Here I'll let you hold it untill I'm ready to use it if it'll make you feel better." Terry purred.
[00:48] * Christov quivered, looking up at him, breaking down into tears as he took the paddle, "Please Terry I-I'm sorry..." None the less, he turned over as the other boy requested. He clung the paddle to his chest, little intention of giving it back.
[00:51] <@Terry> Terry took a seat naxt to Christov and pet his head gently. "Hush now... I'm not going to hurt you just help you remember that its not good to steal no matter the situation." He purred and patted Christov's seat gently befor tugging down his pants.
[01:01] * Christov honestly blushes at the petting, and then more when his bottom is touched. He whimpered sadly, his pants going down, revealing his passion red panties beneath, They were lacy, and kind of see through, and would offer him little to no protection. His pale little cheeks still wore a light pink blush from Jack's punishment, and the poor thing really had no pain tolerance. Maybe
[01:01] * Christov Terry should go easy on him...
[01:09] <@Terry> Terry smirked and tugged the panties upwards just a bit giving Christov an uncofortable feeling. "How about we just ake your pretty butt match these?" he asked and set a hand on Christove's lower back and read back his pal ad brought it down on the soft pin flesh with pslayed fingers.
[01:17] * Christov yelped a little as he panties were pulled up into a wedgie, exposing his girly little rear to Terry. It was uncomfortable, but when Terry called him pretty he blushed, nice and red, his heart quickening in his chest. Did he really just say that...? Christov had little time to ponder it as Terry's open palm met with his bottom. He yelped loudly, bucking up and off the bed were
[01:17] * Christov Terry's hand not there, so instead hs just kicked his legs a little, "Terryyyy...! It huuuuurts...!"
[01:27] <@Terry> "Its suppossed to hurt>;3" Terry said as he reared back his hand and suddenly went at it letting Christov really have it. He swatted away on the high points of Christov's rearreally making thw two globs bouce as he peppered his back side. Terry kept Christov pinned in plac. He was waiting to see the little runt reach back- be cause when he did he palnned on taking the paddle fro hima d really setting his arse on fire. For now Terry let his hand fal like steel. he slapped away at the skin each hit rough enough to leave a hand print. But terry was being restained. Sure he wantted to really give Christov a hand spanking to remember but he wasn't going to be blantantly nrutal. Yes being rough seemed to be just enough. He shifted his aim down wards and mercilously attacked those ever lovingly tender sit spots of his really laying in to teh swats. Perhaps Terry was enjoying himself a bit too much but he was sure after this-alllllwould be for given~!
[01:36] * Christov began to sob inside the first few hits, not having the tolerance to Terry's abuse. He wept and wailed each time his hand struck, and begged for Terry to stop. Should anyone hear, it sounded like he was caning the poor boy!
Swat after swat paints a pink hand on the boy's sensitive little bottom. He might have been trying to hold back, but to Christov it was just as brutal as he
[01:36] * Christov could imagine. And the paddling hadn't even begun! He tries to take the punishment with a minimum amount of squirming, but it becomes too much, Eventually a hand shoots back to try and protect himself and he cries so very loudly, "Terry please! I'm sorry, please no more! It hurts too much!"
[01:47] <@Terry> Terry paused gently and patted Christov's rear and took the paddle form him. "Why are you sorry?" he asked gently and started to run the soare skin a bit.
[01:49] * Christov tried very hard not to let the paddle go, but he was taken by surprise, and thus let it slip out of his grasp, weeping softly he spoke, "B-b-because I-I tried t-to s-s-steal the k-keys fomr th-the maid... I-I'm so sorry..."
[01:51] <@Terry> "So who are you saying sorry to?" He asked gently as he gathered Christov's hands behind him and leaned down putting a good deal of weight on Christov's back.
[01:52] * Christov whimpered in confusion, not sure how to answer that, "Y-you...?" He winced a little as his hands were pinned and pushed down against him, leaving him nearly defenseless with a paddle in Terry's hand.
[02:03] <@Terry> "Now why would you be appologising to me- I'm not the one you stole from." terry locked a leg over bth of Christov's.
[02:11] * Christov trembles as he's locked into place, "Y-you're not gonna make me go tell the maid what I did and apologize, a-are you...??" Aside from the beggign he was getting now, he'd not suffered any penalties for his barely started crime; he was perfectly content to keep it that way
[02:13] <@Terry> "Oh yes... that's exactly what you're going to do littel Christov...I'm gonna march your cute butt out there and you're going to appologise."
[02:42] <Christov> "N-no!" Christov exclaimedin a sad little sob, "I-I'm already being punished wh-when all I did was pick them up! I-I can't tell them cause cause then they'll tell Mommy and Daddy and then...!" It would be an inevitable disaster! Terry couldn't wish something so horrible on Christov!
[02:43] <@Terry> "Then hold still and well be finished shortly." Terry said and twirled the paddle in his hand before bringing it down on the tender tush.
[02:47] * Christov lookd up at him, "I-if I hold still you won't make me tell anyon- OWWWW!" The first stroke of the paddle made him bawl like a little one. Okay this was too much, "N-no stop it Terry! No paddle! Plee-eee-eee-eee-eeeeeees!"
[02:48] <@Terry> Terry smirked and swatted down about six more times. "Are you going to be stealing any time soon?" he asks pausing and rubbing the rough paddle over the soar skin.
[02:53] <Christov> Six more agonizing swats has Christov doing all that he can to pull away; thankfully Terry's careful preparation holds him in place. Burying his face against the bed to muffle his wails he cried his eyes out. Each time the paddle kissed his rear gave a good loud yelp and renewed his efforts to escape. Finally when the rubbing began he
answered Terry's question, "Noooooo!" And he meant
[02:53] <Christov> it. If this was what awaited him upon capture, he'd not risk it again.
[02:56] <@Terry> "Good." And with that Terry gave a rough swar to each of Christov's cheecks na gave christove the last hit to the center of his rear making sure it was one of the best. Then he gently released the boy and set the paddle down on the night stand.
[03:02] <Christov> "OWWW! No Terryt please stop! AHHH! Terry please you're killing m-EEEE!" He collapsed on the bed in tears, his rear a nice pink. Even if the punishment had concluded, Christov felt like he'd never be freed from this torment, "Stooooooop I be good boy I be good boy!" Terry could probably give Christov just about any command at that time and the little blond would obey.
[03:09] <@Terry> Terry smiled less menasing ly and he siigh and gentky set a hnd on Cristov's hot rear and rubbed it a bit and tugged Christove's under wear down just a bit to fix them. "Sit up." Terry said gently.
[03:11] * Christov whimpered a litte as his underwear was fixed, slowly sitting up without daring to pull his pants up. Evem as he obeyed he wept softly, shifting uncomfortably on his bottom, "Please no more..."
[03:13] <@Terry> "No more- you're forgiven." He purred gently and wrapped his arm round the younger and pulled him in to a hug and ruffled his hair. "You're too sweet to spank to death. He purred gently.
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[03:23] * Christov was shocked at the sudden compassion. His sobs quelled to mere sniffles, and he wrapped his arms around Terry. He cuddled into him, tucking his head under Terry's chin and whispering softly, "I'm so sorry." And he nuzzled Terry affectionately.
[03:26] <@Terry> Terry started to pet the top of Christov's head. "Hush now...We're over that... You're not going to be doing t again and you've paid yor price." Terry purred and tilted Christov's head upward and used a thumb to dry his eyes gently.
[03:32] * Christov nodded, just cuddling closer to Terry. When he felt the boy wipe away his tears he looked up at Terry with a light blush. His eyes gazed deeply into Terry's, and he felt his heart start to pound in his chest. He felt so... strange, so close to Terry, being hugged so affectionately, his tears brushed away... It was entrancing. He felt... drawn to move closer, slowly closing the
[03:32] * Christov gap between them...
[03:35] <@Terry> Terry laughed gently and pushed Christov back on to the bed and pinned his hands abouve his head then he moved in and. . . Started to tickle the younger mercilously~!>:3
[03:38] * Christov gasped! W-was he going to...? Oh dear god, Christov's cheeks burned bright red as he was pinned to the bed. He'd had fantasies about similar situations, just not with Terry! Not until now, anyway... then, suddenly, he's
tickled. christov immediately bursts into laughter and kicks and fusses, having oddly similar behaviors to his spanking, "Oh god stop! Ahahahah! Stop it stop it
[03:38] * Christov stop it! Hahahahahhaha!"
[03:42] <@Terry> Terry dosen't stop he just keep tckling him mercilously -w-. "Whyyyyyyyyy? Your giggling you enjoy it!"
[03:49] <Christov> "Ahahahahhaha no no stop it ahhahah I-I cant breath! Hahahahahha!" Christov thrashed worse than when he was being spanked! Deserpately he was trying to escape Terry now D:!
[03:51] <@Terry> "Are you sure you're going to be good?" Terry asks holding him down as he pauses>;3
[03:54] <Christov> "Yes yes oh god yes I will I will...!" Christov panted heavily. While he prefered this to a spanking, it was still quite taxing on him! He felt so drained after all that happened... the poor boy was goign to need a nap after all this.
[04:03] <@Terry> Terry released him with a smile. "Allright then little bro You can get dressed now." He offered ad ruffled Christovs hair a bit.
[04:10] * Christov is left panting on Terry's bed, trying to tug his pants up. It doesn't work so well. He musters up as much of his energy as he can and turns over, trying to pull his pants up in the new position. Also doesn't work so well. He finds that he's rather exhausted, actually, and is losing consciousness with his pants down and his pantied red lil bottom on display, "Mhh..."
[04:12] <@Terry> Terry gives Christovee's butt a nice hard *SMACK*.
[04:13] <@Terry> "Sleep in your own room =P"
[04:14] * Christov squeals and jumps up, hands shooting back to cover his rear as he started to cry again, "Y-you said I was forgiven!" He whimpers as his attention moves back to his stinging burning bottom.
[04:19] <@Terry> "You are ya brat... But dn't be going to sleep in my room I need to lock up- so out." he shooed.
[04:20] * Christov frowned a bit, poking his fingers together, "C-can I..." he blushed! "S-stay with you...?"
[04:21] <@Terry> "I'm leaving the room silly-" Tery goes and picks him u bridal style and carries the blode back to his own room and ropps him on the bed.
[04:26] * Christov meeped as he was carried, blushing bright red because his pants were never fixed. This also shows off his nice pink bottom for all to see.
[04:27] <@Terry> "Gnight ;3" Terry calls efore heading off.
[04:28] * Christov gave Terry a swat before he left >3>
Session Close: Tue Jun 28 04:28:57 2011
Session Start: Tue Jun 28 05:10:40 2011
Session Ident: #Terry's_Cabin
[05:17] * Oliver might have been the same age as Terry, but he wasn't near the same stature. The waif pulled at his wrist, and dug his heels into the carpet to no avail. "W-what're you doing?! You're not an adult, you don't get to pull me around like this!" ><; When Ollie was shoved, he stumbled forward a bit over his own two feet before turning around to give Terry a glare that didn't have near
[05:17] * Oliver the intensity it had a moment ago, fear shining behind his green eyes. "...D-don't just think you can do whatever you want!"
[05:18] <@Terry> Terry simply turn his gaze toward the ping pong paddle on the night stand then back to Oliver. He offered Oliver a dark smile then all the while remaining silent as the grave.
[05:24] * Oliver followed Terry's gaze to the pingpong paddle, and back to him, fear not just showing in his eyes now, but positively all over, his ears tilting backward, tail between his skinny legs, covered by a pair of pajama bottoms he'd bought at the gift shop that afternoon, blue with a carebear print on them, with the money he'd unexpectedly come into. Ollie clasped both hands protectively
[05:24] * Oliver over his backside, and shook his head, also silently.
[05:25] <@Terry> "Oliver...why do you look so scared...if you've done nothing wrong you shouldn't be so scared...why don't you tell me what you did?" Terry asked.
[05:25] <@Terry> Terry spoke in a very quite tone a voice making Oliver strain to hear him purposfully.
[05:27] * Oliver could barely hear Terry, even with his oversized set of ears. A pair of rodent-like teeth bit down on his lower lip as he fidgeted in place. "I... I'm not scared..." The shaking of his knees begged to differ. "I haven't done anything..."
[05:36] <@Terry> "You dont look it. . . So say if I told an adult like say I don't know...Matthew what hapened out side what do you think would happen?" he asked eyeing the small shivering mouse over.
[05:38] * Oliver looked positively stricken by the thought of Terry telling Matthew what he'd done, not after the last bit of trouble he'd gotten into. He'd been sore forever afterward. Ollie trembled further, and shook his head no, squeaking out an appeal "P-please don't tell!" Clamping his hands tighter over his own backside.
[05:44] <@Terry> "Now what makes you so nervous about me telling? If you haven't done nything wrong tehre should be no fear...How about I give Hima call?" Terry took out his phone and turned it on >;3
[05:46] * Oliver let out a fearful squeak, and shook his head yet again, "D-don't! Okay! I did! I did do somethign bad! p-please don't call!"
[05:48] <@Terry> Terr paused. "And what was that bad thing?" Terry asked keeping his phone out to let Oliver know the thrat was still hanging over his head by a string ~! >;D
[05:49] * Oliver trembled, and eyed the phone like the cornered mousie he was. "Th-throwing water balloons!" He squeaked
out, following the bait, eyes getting shiney with worry. He really was too easy to manipulate, this one. >.>
[05:51] <@Terry> "Annnnnnd?" Terry asked as he brough the phone back a bit as if he was getting ready to put it back in his pocket but was still wiating for Oliver to condem himself more >;D
[05:54] <Oliver> "And... and... um..." Ollie's ears tilted back futher, and he trembled visibly, as he couldnt' come up with the answer, practically putty in Terry's hands now "and... and... and..." o n o;
[05:55] <@Terry> "And you wer told to take them out side and you were deliberately planning n breaking in to some ones room all for the sake of what now?" He asks.
[05:56] <Oliver> "G...getting revenge?" Ollie barely squeaked out, looking nervously down at his bare toes, looking guilty as sin.
[05:58] <@Terry> "And is that a very god thing to be doing in the first plce?" he asks.
[05:58] <@Terry> good**
[05:58] * Oliver shakes his head no, lower lip trembling a bit, threateningly. oh, the emotions on this boy.
[06:04] <@Terry> "So then... Perhaps it would be you best intrest to take you punishment from men now then yes?" He asked raising an eyebrow at the younger
[06:05] * Oliver didn't like that prospect much, but, well, he couldn't be as bad as Matthew, right? "Yeah... okay, I guess... and you really won't tell?" :<
[06:06] <@Terry> Terry ran his finger over his chest creating an X. "Cross my heart and hope to die." he promissed.
[06:09] * Oliver nodded "Well.... what're you gonna do?" Ollie hoped it had nothing to do with that paddle >_<;;;
[06:10] <@Terry> "Spank your naughty butt for doing bad of corse- what else would I do?" He asked.
[06:12] * Oliver blushed brightly red, "I-I mean...J-just your hand... right?" Ollie used his patented moe uke look to show Terry that there wouldn't be any need for something harsher... he was delicate, after all. ; _ ;
[06:16] <@Terry> "Unless you prompt me other wise." Terry purred.
[06:17] * Oliver nodded and fidgeted in place "I won't... I'll be good." ><;
[06:21] <@Terry> Terry smirked at this and pulled out a chair. "Come here then." Terry called.
[06:22] * Oliver came straight over, after a half-second's hesitation. After all, he said he'd behave...
[06:24] <@Terry> Terry took a seat in the chair and held up a hand and spun his firnger around gestuering for Oliver to turn and face away from him.
[06:26] * Oliver looked at Terry with a confused expression a moment, but spun around as he was told, wondering just what Terry was about...
[06:31] <@Terry> Terry reached out and pulled Oliver back to sit on his lap making sure Oiver had to straddle his legs before he pushedOliver forward as he broaded his knees giving in a space to fall down to. Oliver's face was a few centimerters from the floor and his fore arms woul half to sort of support him. Terry set one hand on Oliver'sthisgh and
tugged his blue pants down to his knees. He used hsi hand on the thigh to hold Oliver in place while he got his ballance.
[06:33] * Oliver tried to be compliant as he was put into place, but the unsteady nature of it made him wiggle about, especially his round backside, back and fourth, until he found balance, resting his chest and elbows on the ground, looking back at Terry with a baffled, worried, and flustered expression.
[06:34] <@Terry> "Ready?" he asked gently and moved Oliver's feet to hook aroun the back of the chair giving him extra stability.
[06:36] * Oliver nodded, looking unsure, but not wanting to be in this rather vulerable position for long..
[06:41] <@Terry> Not only was the position uncomfortable an very vulnerable but it placed Olver's but in the perfect strike zone for nailing those tender sit spots and upper thghs and the good full part of the cheeck staying far away from the ver tops. Terry pulled back he free hand and landed and open fingered swat to Oliver's right cheek squashing the little mound of flesh allowing gravyity to help add to the force. Oliver would get a hand print almost instantaniously from that rough hit.
[06:44] * Oliver tossed his head backward, letting out a loud yelp as his bottom bounced under the force of the swat, the handprint slowly blooming into view quite clearly against his ghostly pale skin. His legs tightened around the back of the chair, as he came to the nervous realisation of the downside of this position...
[06:47] <@Terry> Terry smirkedat the reaction he got and rubbed the sore spot bvery gently before he pulled his hand back and started smacking down alternating between the fullest part of the cheeck and the sit spot staying on the right side. Terry gave pretty rough swats only a tiny bit less tan the first but theses were all just about equal instrength. He was going to warm Oliver's butt up ice and hot for him >
[06:51] * Oliver loosened his grip a bit on the chair as the stinging spot was rubbed, the cheeks on his face now blushing pink instead... only to be lead into a false sense of security, and yelped all the louder once the swats began again, on those oh so tender areas. Ollie'd eyes watered up almost instantly at the warm, stiging sensation, and he tried to clench his backside, of course getting
[06:51] * Oliver nowhere with his legs spread in that position, his muscles were of no use at all, and his bottom was there for the spanking. Ollie balled his dainty hands into fists, and tried to deal with it as well as he could, but soon enough he was sniffling a bit.
[06:59] <@Terry> As Oliver shifted Terry watched him carefully and oly smirked watching as the little trick seemed to not work. he contnued swatting away at the 'center' of his cheeky target and started to shifter it a little to the right catching on a iny bit of the side of Oliver's cheeck warming that up as well, with his main foucus on the 'center'. After a few more Swats Terry rear his hand back and landed a rougher hit that was definately differnt then the rest right on top of Oliver's sit spo- But terry left his hand there for a few seconds after the impact. And ge gently gave the abused skin a a light rub in a circular motion. He ten starte dto pat Oliver's cheeck and let the patting grow a bit rougher
with each pat before suddenly rearing back and laying down anouther one of those rough swats that stayed on the impact zone- this one was on the fuller part of Oliver's cheek. Oh yess Terry was an evil one allready. He then picke dup where he left off and continued his quick alternating assualt on the poor cheek.
[07:05] * Oliver tried his best to deal with the smacks all landing on such untouched patches of soft skin, so delicate that they immediately colored up rather vividly. Tears spilled out over his cheeks, and he sniffled in little breaths, but as he'd vowed to behave, Ollie tried to stay still! Though, when that rough smack to his sitspot landed, Ollie couldn't help but tilt a bit, and clench up
[07:05] * Oliver that side, the muscle in his thigh and his cheek going tight and a bit rigid, though they still looked rather soft, as his muscles weren't too developed. He didn't relax even after the area was tenderly rubbed, not wanting to fall for that trick again! And again, it was swatted, and a fresh torrent of tears slipped down his cheeks, as Ollie squeaked in discomfort, nails digging into the
[07:05] * Oliver carpet. "S-stop! Not all in the same spot! Please!" He pleaded.
[07:09] <@Terry> "It's not meant to be enjoyable Oliver" Terry said and suddenly brought down his left hand on the left sit spot that wasn't tense sending a shock all the way up Oliver's spine. Terry's left hand went towork swattingaway at Oliver's left cheek and sit stpot now havn't no mercy for the soft tender pale fleshy target. Terry was fast at work spreading the wild fire all across this side now. ean white Terry's right hand had laid it'self down atop Oliver's abused flesh and it was rubbing small tender circles.
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[07:17] * Oliver Gasped at that feeling, jolts of pain shooting through him, each one met with a harsh squeaking squeal, as his legs tightened tightly around the back of the chair. Ollie couldn't help himself at his reaction, and quickly folded his arms on the floor and hid his damp face in them, muffling his rather embarrassing bawling noises. He went right on and unclenched his right side, to
[07:17] * Oliver tighten up his left, at the harsh smacks, now moving his thin tail in the way of them, as meek and useless a protest as one had ever seen, as he lay it down over Terry's rubbing hand and wrapped lightly around his wrist, trying to urge it to stay in that place.
[07:26] <@Terry> Terry smiled seeing the tail. Ah So perhaps Oliver was n to him?;3 No worries. "Move your tail Ovliver." He kept swatting away at the left cheeck with his left hand, and his right hand mearly unraveled it's self from Oliver's tail and continued to run soothing small circles. He raised his left hand back and brought down a drutal strike ofver Oliver's sit spot and left his hand tehre-his right hand started to swat away at the reddened flesh reignighting teh fire that had faintly started to dull. Terry was going to start alternating between each side depenind where Oliver tensed up at. Terry was mercilously attacking the untensd sides. He knew that when you tensed uo it focused the force on to the
very top layers. Terry anted to make sure Oliver left this for a goo while not just on his skin but a little beneath that as well~! Pretty soon it srated becoming harder for Oliver to guess just where Tery's next his was going to fall. It quite litterally looke dlike he was playing Oliver's hid quarters like a set of ouncey pinkish red bongos!
[07:33] * Oliver obediently moved his thin whippy tail aside, resting it down his back, not wanting to disobey, with the paddle right there. Ollie hiccuped a bit, and his shoulders shook with each one, before breaking down again, into sobs as his bottom was slapped about like it were a set of drums. He tried to tense one side, but as soon as he did, it seemed Terry would strike the other, too
[07:33] * Oliver soon for him to react, in this vulnerable position. Ollie quickly became frantic, and overwraught in his distress, his tail going back and laying over his bottom protectively this time, not wrapping around Terry's hands, since they were moving all about much too fast. "P-p-p" He stuttered, struggling to form words in between little hitches of breath. "Puh-leeeze stooop!" ollie's loosely
[07:33] * Oliver fitted pajama top was somewhere around his shoulders, leaving his back and stomach bare, and he looked back over his shoulder, showing off a pair of streaming eyes, and a pouty lower lip to go along with it. He just couldn't deal with all those swats to his sitspots adn thighs and lower cheeks. it felt like he'd never sit down again.
[07:36] <@Terry> "We're almost done here oliver dear. . ." Terry purred. "Move your tail pleas.e" Purred waiting to see if Oli obeyed He was just itching to us that paddle again. So far Oli had two strikes down and one to go >;D
[07:37] * Oliver didn't want to be almost done, he wanted to be done. Ollie let out a little whimer, and shook his head no, leaving his tail where it was, giving Terry an imploring look, "pleeaaseee..." ; _ ;
[07:45] <@Terry> "Alright then- Paddle it is~!" Terry leaned over and sntached up the impliment and pulled Oliver's tail wway from his rear and starte dto paddle the sore skin~! "Part of the reason you're in this mess is for not listening Oliver." Terry scolded as he swatted doown on random areas of Oliver's butt. "I gave you plenty of warning both times yet you still refuse to listen; This seems to be a bad habbit you need to work on dear." He offered paddeling his but every whitch way he could even giving Oliver a few back handeed swats with teh paddle. Terry Kept Oliver in plce With his free handon his lower back holding his tailail up and out of harms way. Too bad for Olie. It seemed Terry intended on not letting him sit for a nice long while. The raven haried youth continued his assualt for a while perppering Oliver's but untill he had a set of two glowing red hemisphears befor him. Terry paused and set the rough surfaced paddle sgainst the skin and rubbed it in a cricle to irriate the skin rather than sooth. "Think you're going to stop being such a naughty boy?" Terry asked whilst rubbing the area. It seemed like Oliver's punishmeant was at it's end.
[07:52] * Oliver let out a worried wail as he heard the word 'paddle', and tried to scramble up and away, to no avail, thanks to the awkward position. Once it was applied to his reddened skin, he reacted in a rather childish fashion, kicking his legs behind the chair at each smack, wailing out his discomfort rather loudly, and bawling unashamedly, getting the carpet damp beneath him, along with
[07:52] * Oliver his shirt sleeves, wailing himself hoarse, with promises to listen from now on, swearing on it, begging and pleading Terry to only give him another chance to listen, that he'd do it now! Once they ended, he was very much a broken down little mousie, and squirmed lightly at the paddle being pressed and circled against his sore red skin. He whimpered out his answer, nodding a bit for
[07:52] * Oliver emphsis, incase his broken up words were beyong comprehension. "Iwill--I'll--listen, I--Iwilll! S-stopbein'naughty.... n'begood..." His words ran together, whilst being broken up by rather pitiful sobs.
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[09:17] <@Terry> Terry nodded hsi head gently and gaveOliver one more rough smack. "Good." he said getly before setting the paddle aside. "Come on now Oliver..." He purred gently and set bot hands on the heathed flesh and gave soothing rubs before releasing his tush. Terry learned forwrad and took Oliver by the shoulders and pulled him upwards to sit up in his lap for a momment before he re adjustedand sort of pulled one of Oliver's legs araround so he was kinda pertched on his lap. he started to pet the young mouse.
[09:25] * Oliver squeaked out once more at the final rouch smack, sniffling harshly as his bottom was rubbed, trying to reign in his overreaction, and failing miserably. The young waif of a mousie was just a bit limp as he was pulled upward, compliant, and without a fight left at all, as he was adjusted this way and that, watching this behind a pair of tear-clouded eyes. Ollie felt just a bit
[09:25] * Oliver embarrassed to be reduced to sobbing like a child by someone his own age, and set to hiding his face behind his hands, covered up by his long sleeves, ears tilted backwards, his sobbing dying down signifigantly in volume as he was gently petted, as he'd always liked that feeling very much.
[09:42] <@Terry> Terry smiled lightly at the response and continued to pet Oliver ebfore suddenlu allowing hi hand down ward ad he wrapped his arms around the mouse and hugged him gently and pressed his forhead against Olivers. "Come on now . . ." He purred gently. "You can be speanding your time thinking fo a much better way to get revenge that *won't* get you introuble can't you ?" he asks gently and ulled back just a bit to rub soothingcircles on to Oliver's back trying to get him to relax.
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[09:49] * Oliver quieted down some in that time that he was petted, only sniffling a bit now, gently removing his hands from hiding his flushed face as Terry hugged him, wiping his long sleeves under his eyes as they streamed more gently now, only softly sliding down his cheeks here and there, instead of bursting fourth like a rushing river. He looked into Terry's eyes, so close to his, and
[09:49] * Oliver nodded, against Terry's forehead. Terry would feel each sniffle through his back as well, through the thin cloth of his pajama top. Ollie appeared a bit more calm, if a bit weepy, though it was generally known by everyone who'd
ever spanked him that he was always weepy for a while afterward.
[10:11] <@Terry> Terry continued to cuddle, coddle, and pet Oliver like a little mouse plushy for a good while after. He wasn't entierly mean to his siblings~! He could be nice. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he scooped Oliver up and laid him on his bed and righted his clothing for him before setting a hand atop his head and ruffling his hair.
[10:17] * Oliver became slowly more receptive to Terry's actions, cuddling right upto him, as if he were a kitten wanting attention, mewling for more, instead of his feeble whimpers, as he nuzzled against Terry's shoulder, and the crook of his neck. Ollie hung on tighter as he was scooped up, and pouted a bit at Terry "... sore." ollie flushed a bit as his clothes were set to rights by someone
[10:17] * Oliver else's hands, and his hair ruffled up. He quickly added "b-but... okay." Not wanting to seem too terribly fragile as he was tended to.
[10:24] <@Terry> "Feeling tiered?" he asked and brought Oliver a tissue. "If you want you can stay in here for a bit ust lock the door." He said gently petting Oliver's head.
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[10:26] * Oliver let out a yawn just as Terry asked the question, and simply smiled at him in return, since his question was answered. Ollie took the tissue, and smoothed it down his damp cheeks, and under hiss sniffly nose, and laid his head down on one of the fluffy pillows, turning onto his side, and off of his sore rearend. "okay... just for a minute or two..." Ollie's eyes were already only
[10:26] * Oliver half-open, and he looked ready to drop off soon. funny, how he was always like this after a spanking. Carrying on that way must be very tiring.
[10:28] <@Terry> Terry nodded gently and heded out of the room locking Oliver in.
[10:29] * Oliver drifted of to a peaceful sleep, one hand on his backside, and the other holding a tissue near his cheek, making what happened quite obvious to whoever came in.
Terry spanks Christov and Ollie
