The Paddled Princess
By
Scarletdown
Chapter III: An Awakening
"Oh come on, Princess," Kennewick whined, "have a heart. I mean, I don't mind you making me wearing the girls' uniform to school, but this is going too far. What will the other boys think when they see me dressed in that?" He nodded his head towards his sister. Katella was sitting daintily on Amalie's bed, brushing her silky mane.
She arose to her feet, set the brush down, and smiled at her brother, "What will the other boys think?" she chirred and giggled, "Who cares? What they think don't matter. What matters is what our princess thinks. And she thinks that her paddle girls would look good together in these lovely outfits she had specially made for us."
As per the princess's instructions for dressdown day at school, the Skunkette was dressed in a cute little black and white dress with red lace trim, identical to those worn by cocktail waitresses or housemaids. The top half was sleeveless and fit snug around her torso, pushing up and supporting her small, but developing breasts and showing off the girl's modest cleavage. The lower half was quite short, almost immodestly so. The hem, even with the lace trim, just barely covered her in front; and in the back, it tantalizingly showed off the lower curve of her plush young bottom, which was clad in silky red panties trimmed with black lace.
That looks fine on you, sis," Kennewick argued, "But you're a girl. I'd never hear the end of it if I show up to school in this." He held up his maid's dress in front of him. It was identical to those Katella and Amalie were sporting. "It's just too girly. I would rather go naked."
"You should know better than to wish that," Princess Amalie reminded him. "I know it's been a couple years, but surely you haven't forgotten what happened the first and only time we all decided to go skyclad for dressdown day."
Kennewick put his dress back down on the bed, sighed, and rubbed his bottom, "Of course I remember, m'lady. No offense, but, I'm not an idiot."
Amalie smiled and nodded, "Go on then. Tell us what happened."
Even though they all remembered, Kennewick obliged his princess and refreshed her and Katella about that incident, "As soon as we arrived at school, we were sent to the headmaster's chambers. He paddled me and Katella ten swats each, then paddled us another five each as your punishment."
"Yes," Amalie replied, "You two took it quite well despite being younger and less experienced as my paddle girls. Now, carry on. What happened after that?"
"After we were paddled," Kennewick continued, "instead of being sent home to get dressed, the headmaster sent us on to class with a note to give to the teacher. The teacher spanked me and Katella for us being late, another ten each plus five each for you. And that was followed by an additional twenty each plus ten for total dress code violation."
"And was that all?"
"No, my princess. The note from the headmaster was passed on from teacher to teacher, and after roll call every class, me and Katella received another twenty and ten in front of everyone. And at the end of the day, we reported back to the headmaster for a final spanking before going home."
Katella giggled and rubbed her panty-clad bottom. "I don't think my butt had ever been that sore before or since that day. We sure got to experience a wide variety of spanking tools under our tails."
Amalie hugged Katella, kissed her on the cheek, and pated her rump, "You two became school legends that day. You set the record for the most swats received in a single day. But the story didn't end there either. Did it?"
Kennewick shook his head and finished the tale, "After coming home and delivering the report to your momma and daddy about how we each took a full three hundred strokes under our tails throughout the day, Regent Tormanin upheld the old house rule about getting in trouble at school."
"Which is?" the princess prodded.
"If you get spanked at school, you get spanked equally at home. So he took first me, then Katella over his lap and paddled us, giving us each half of your punishment of one hundred swats. After he was done with us, he sent us to go ask Master Toraq to give us the rest."
"That was the worst part," Katella chimed in, "having to personally ask Master Toraq to give my already hurting bottom another two hundred fifty swat paddling, instead of letting your daddy or Warden Arlin make the request for us."
"And asking him in front of his day shift crew and the prisoners they were working over too," Kennewick added, "that was so humiliating."
"Yes," Amalie agreed, "I can imagine what that must have been like. But, that was part of the punishment, you know. And I know that you don't want to have to go through that again."
"I know I don't," Katella agreed, "especially since the punishment would prolly be double this time around. I don't think my bottom could take that much spanking in such a short time."
Kennewick sighed again, and picked his dress back up, "Okay, you got your point across. I'll wear this today."
He unzipped the dress and pulled it up over his hips and furry chest. Katella fastened the zipper in back and helped thread her brother's bushy black and white tail through the hole at the point where the dress's bodice connected with the skirt. Amalie tossed his panties to him. He caught them in midair and pulled them up over his plush, girly bottom.
The princess then guided him over to the full length mirror so he could see just how sweet he looked. "There, you see? That isn't so bad after all now. You look absolutely adorable."
"I look like one of your mother's housemaids," he grumbled as he looked his reflection over."
"As if that was a bad thing," Katella replied, giving him a playful swat on his rump."
"Your sister is right," Amalie told him, "as am I. But then as my paddle girls should know by now, I'm always right. Now, one more thing before we go join daddy and momma for breakfast."
"Katella, fetch me the paddle hanging above the bed," The princess gripped the Furling boy by his upper arm and led him out to her private lounge with Katella following behind them, a lovely handcrafted paddle gripped tight in her paws. Amalie sat down on a large, overstuffed chair and pulled Kennewick over her lap. The lad closed his eyes and huffed a sigh of resignation as his princess folded the back of his dress up, exposing his tender rump. She gently ran her hands over the seat of his silky red panties and gave his upthrust furry cheeks a gentle pat and a squeeze.
"The paddle please," she ordered.
Katella handed the paddle to her princess, then took her place in front of the chair so that she could hold her brother's tail up out of the way. Amalie rested her left arm firmly across the middle of Kennewick's back and gave his trembling butt a pair of light, preparatory pats with the paddle.
"As I said before, love," she reminded him, "I am always right. And now, you are going to receive a small lesson that will serve as a reminder of this universal law."
Kennewick sighed again and whimpered in anticipation of the impending discipline that was about to be administered on his bottom. He didn't have long to wait either. Before he could even clench his nether cheeks together, Amalie landed the paddle solidly across the center of his rump, striking squarely on his sit spot. The impact stole the breath from his lungs, and before he could catch it again, his princess struck a second blow on the same spot, followed by a third and fourth on the right cheek then the left cheek.
After only the fifth swat, which again struck across both cheeks, but higher on the upper curve of his rump, the Furling boy felt like his ass was engulfed in flames. The silky panties he wore provided no protection or significant padding to lessen the intense pain of the hard wood impacting against his furry nether flesh. Tears trickled down his face, dampening his cheekfluff, and he began to squirm on Princess Amalie's lap. The Princess was hard pressed to hold the boy still so she could finish disciplining him, so Katella lent a paw. She pressed firmly on her brother's back between his shoulders, which was sufficient to hold him in place for the remainder of the paddling.
Amalie struck high again on Kennewick's butt, connecting mostly on the right flank, then again on the left. The seventh swat also struck the boy's left cheek, dead center, and keeping with the pattern, the eighth burned into the center of his right cheek. Kennewick was sobbing softly now; his jiggling bottom felt like it was in an inferno. The princess leaned over and purred reassuringly in his ear, "Only two more, tendercheeks."
Kennewick gave a weak nod, closed his eyes again, and even thrust his sore, abused butt upwards a little to provide his princess with a nice clear target. Once more, the paddle connected hard against the Skunk's ass, striking dead center with a smack that echoed through the lounge. And this was followed by another right in the same spot, but even harder than any of the previous nine. Then save for the occasional lingering sobs and gasps from the Furling lad, silence reigned in the room. Kennewick had been properly disciplined by his Princess, the young lady to whom he owed his allegiance and service.
Amalie set the paddle down on the floor and ran her hands over Kennewick's bottom, feeling the fierce warmth that the spanking had created underneath his tail. Her touch caused him to moan softly, but his moans and whimpers were silenced by the loving press of his sister's mouth against his. While the two Skunks kissed, Princess Amalie peeled the boy's panties down to visually inspect her handiwork.
She smiled smugly at the sight before her. The normally pure white fur covering his butt along the inner half of Kennewick's cheeks from the tops of his thighs to the base of his tail now sported a hot, dark crimson glow. Pleased with her work, Amalie took a two-handed grip on the boy's tender ass, and gave it a firm squeeze, taking in his plushness and the heat emanating from his paddled flesh.
"Check it out, Kattie," she said, smiling proudly at the Skunkette who was still muzzle-locked with her brother.
Katella stood up, gently patted the last traces of moisture from Kennewick's face, and stepped around behind her brother to marvel at the princess's handiwork. She put a paw on Kennewick's butt and whistled admiringly, "Wow! You could fry an entire ham on these hams." She smiled at the princess, "For someone who has never taken a spanking herself, you sure know how to dish them out. I don't think even Arlin could do better than that."
Amalie returned the smile and shrugged, "Well, I learned by watching. And you should know good and well that I have watched way too many spankings to keep count."
Katella nodded understanding, then ran a finger down the crevasse between Kennewick's burning cheeks. She smirked and shook her head when her paw came to rest on a rubbery shaft that was nested and vibrating gently inside her brother's tailhole. "Are you planning on wearing your buzzplug to school today?"
Kennewick whimpered and nodded, "Why not? It's not like anyone is going to see it down there."
"What if you end up getting in trouble at school today?" Katella reminded him, "If you have to bend over for a spanking, everyone will see it."
"Whatever," the boy countered, "like you said last night, it's no big secret that I like having things stuffed up my butt. Everyone at school already knows this."
His sister shrugged and gave his bottom a firm, playful swat, causing him to yelp, "Ah well, it's your bottom, your choice."
Amalie pulled Kennewick's panties back up over his rump and helped him to his feet, "And I seriously doubt that either of you are going to get spanked at school today anyway, especially if Kennewick's work on my Ealockkniathian history report is as top quality as I expect it should be. How did it go, by the way?"
"I think you'll be pleased with the end result," Kennewick replied as he tried to rub some of the lingering paddle burn from his rump. "It's sitting in our shared data space if you want to check it out before turning it in."
"Nah, that's fine," Amalie returned, "I trust your work. I'm sure it will bring me a top-notch grade. Now let's go join daddy and the others for breakfast. I'm starving."
The three youngsters gathered up their books and datapads, stepped out into the corridor, and made their way to the palace's commons. As they passed the entrance to the dungeons, Kennewick stopped and bid his princess's leave for a short time.
"I'll catch up with you in a bit," he said, "I need to go talk about some personal things with Master Toraq if he isn't too busy."
"Very well," Amalie nodded, "We'll see you soon. Don't let Toraq keep you for too long. I saw on the schedule this morning that Arlin's going to be administering a public paddling to one of his Street Hunters."
"Oh?" Katella piped up, "Which one and why?"
Amalie shrugged and shook her head, "Your guess is as good as mine. The announcement didn't give any details, so I'm guessing that he wants it to be a total surprise to whoever the unfortunate girl or boy is."
She gave Kennewick a friendly kiss on the mouth and bid him farewell, "Go have your talk with the Dungeon Warden, love, but hurry back. I know that you wouldn't want to miss the morning show, considering how much you enjoyed watching your sister get spanked last night. And don't try to deny it either. You couldn't take your eyes off Katella's ass, and your dreamy smile throughout the entire paddling betrayed your thoughts." Before Kennewick could respond to Amalie's accusation, the princess sent him on his way with a friendly final swat under his skirt, then she, and a delightfully blushing Katella continued on to the commons.
The reception room was empty; it usually was in the mornings. Kennewick assumed that Skara-Bree and her night crew were all busy in the dungeon play room getting prisoners prepped for the upcoming auction this afternoon. He swiped his key card through the reader slot next to the inner door and stepped into a torch-lit stone corridor. As he neared the bend about half way through the corridor, the young Skunk encountered a Furling Leopard padding towards the exit. He was a striking young fellow, lithe and graceful in his movements, and with a subtle muscular build, not overly packed like Arlin.
"Good morning," Kennewick, the Leopard greeted him, "Cute dress this morning. Planning on helping Lady Tormanin's maids with their morning chores?"
Kennewick smirked and rolled his eyes, "Very funny, Elerie. No. It's dressdown day at school. And the princess requested me and Katella wear this silly outfit today."
Elerie put a friendly paw on the Skunk's shoulder and chuckled, "Aw, how sweet. And I wasn't trying to tease or anything. Besides, you really do look good all girled up like that."
"Well thanks. And what about you? What's up with the blue and white schoolgirl uniform this morning? I wouldna' ever thought you would ever dress up. Is the universe coming to an end or something?" Kennewick cocked his head to one side and blinked cutely up at the Leopard.
"Naw, nothing like that," Elerie replied, shaking his head and sighing, "This was supposed to just be a part of my punishment and discipline regimen to train me to report for my shift on time. But thanks to my big mouth, and Skara-Bree's quick agreement, Master Toraq has decreed that this is now the official uniform for all his employees."
"Ah, it's not like this is a bad thing," Kennewick assured him, "I think it looks good on you, and it's about time Toraq's crew had an actual uniform. Just imagine how sharp you are all going to look together when you guys show up at Neina's Retreat in a couple months for that pet show."
"Yeah," Elerie replied, "Master Toraq said the same thing last night. But just between you and me, I think he's just been wanting an excuse to feminize me and some of the other boys. Still, he the boss, and his word down here is law. So then, Kennewick, what brings you down here to the Redtail's lair this morning?"
Kennewick paused for a moment to recall why he came to the dungeon, "Ah yes. I have to talk to Master Toraq about a few guy things. Hopefully he's not too busy to see me, what with this being an auction day and all the preparations that entails."
"He is a little busy right now giving Beryl some training before his and Darlene's legal counsel show up," Elerie advised, "But you should know by now that Master Toraq always has time for you. Now, if you don't mind, I need to pad off and go gather up breakfast for our prisoners. Hafta keep them healthy, y'know."
"Right then," Kennewick replied, "Seeya in a little bit."
With that, the Leopard took his leave and continued on his way topside, while Kennewick padded down the corridor, around the bend and out into a large natural cavern.
The playroom, as it was informally referred to, was buzzing with activity this morning. The air was awash with the heady mix of scents, fear and anguish, mingled with arousal, which caused a tingling to stir within the young Skunk's depths. It was a feeling he still did not quite comprehend, but one which he hoped to have explained to him before returning topside. To the left, near the door leading to the show pit, a pair of young Furling Bats were bound together face to face, and suspended from the ceiling in harnesses made of sturdy iron chains. Kennewick recognized these two. The girl was Yanna-Bree, one of his classmates, or at least she was until she transferred to the night schedule; the boy was her little brother, Terry-Bree. The older Furling Bat, who was dressed in the new Dungeoneers' uniform and pacing around the two while paddling their tender little bottoms was their big sister, the night shift Dungeon Warden, Skara-Bree. Judging by the yelps and strange moans coming from the two younger Brees each time the paddle connected with their tender nether flesh, it appeared that Skara was taking her task with them with utmost professionalism and seriousness. 'Looks like the Headmaster wasn't kidding when he declared their punishment for their little hacking caper,' Kennewick mused. 'Ah well, I tried to talk them out of it. But no, they had to try to steal those test questions anyway, instead of studying like everyone else does.'
In the far left corner, a Furling Mouse was busy securing a red-haired Elf lad, who looked to be about the same age as Princess Amalie, to one of the Lightning Seats. After adjusting his bindings, the Mouse then struggled to get a Furling Pony filly secured into the other Lightning Seat. Flurrie muttered a few choice curses about not having enough staff on hand, especially staff who had the muscle to handle such a healthy and spirited Ponygirl.
Kennewick had mixed feelings of pity and envy for these two slaves. He was intimately familiar himself with what was about to happen to them, and had long ago developed a love-hate relationship with this particularly insidious tool. He didn't fully understand why, but when Master Toraq determined that he and Katella needed a session on the Lightning Seat after one of Amalie's more impressive capers, he was overcome with a feeling of both deep dread and intense excitement. He had talked with his sister about these contradicting feelings, and she admitted that she felt the same way, but also did not understand why.
"Use the crop. Her kind nearly always submits to the sting of the crop. It's in their genes," Skara advised her, looking over her shoulder at the frustrated Mouse before returning her attention to her young siblings' well-punished bottoms.
Flurrie nodded and pulled a riding crop off the wall. Two swift smacks across the Pony's bottom, one on each cheek, did the trick. Warden Skara was right as always. The equine lass immediately relaxed and allowed herself to be placed in the chair, its wire mesh seat giving a little under her mass. "That's a good girl," The Mouse chirred as she secured the Pony's arms and legs in the seat's bindings then stood in front of her two charges, holding a small remote controller before them. "Struggling doesn't make sense, Tasha. We all know that you and Kaylie love the Lightning Seat." She touched a button on her controller, and a soft hum, combined with the gentle sound of well-lubricated metal on metal emanated from beneath the chairs the Elf and Pony were seated on.
"Like fuck, I do, Mistress Flurrie," the Elf lad blurted out, struggling in his bonds. "Tasha may be addicted to this, but there's no way in the infernal realms that I will ever..." His protests were cut short by a sharp gasp. His eyes closed tight, and his body tensed up, then he gave a soft moan, and his maleness hardened between his legs.
"Oh really, Kaylie?" the Mouse replied, her tone low and alluring. She smiled knowingly at the Elf as thick copper shafts rose from the floor beneath the Lightning Seats and penetrated the hapless slaves' southern stars. She smiled devilishly and turned a dial on her controller. The hum grew louder and an almost imperceptible blue-white halo formed over the surface of the shafts and the wire mesh the slaves' bottoms were pressed against. Both slaves whimpered and twitched. The Elf's cock stiffened to full erection, and the Pony's nipples stood out hard from her breasts.
"I know for a fact that you Elves are related to the Orniths, descended from a common avian ancestor," she lectured him as she padded over to a storage cabinet and picked up a pair of leather-wrapped iron bits, "And it is common knowledge that Birds are notorious pain sluts, especially when such pain is concentrated under the tailfeathers." She turned her gaze across the room where a Furling Gazelle and an Ornith Pheasant were busy attending to a number of prisoners trussed up on the dungeon's work tables. "Isn't that right, Kii?"
The Pheasant lass, who was busy making a Rabbit lad's bottom look like a pin cushion, looked up from her task and nodded emphatically back at the Mouse. "Can't argue with you there, Flurrie," she chirped, "Make our bottoms sore outside and in, and we're yours." She inserted the last few pins in the Lapine's rump then strutted over to the weapons rack to fetch a paddle. "And even though Elves don't have feathers or wings, they still have the same wiring deep inside that we inherited from our Aquillian ancestors." She walked over to another table that was occupied by an Elf girl, shackled face-down and spread eagle, and started reddening her pretty little bottom. The Elf cried out loudly with each smack of the paddle on her butt. Kii paused to run a talon between the girl's thighs. When she removed her hand, her fingers were glistening with moisture. She smiled and slipped her fingers in her beak to taste the girl's juices, "See what I mean? Even after having blessed punishment bestowed on her undertail, Tawna's body still translates the pain to pleasure." She left the Elf to squirm and quietly plead for more, and went about attending to the others.
"And that's enough of the biology lesson for today, Kaylie," Flurrie said, turning her attention back to the Elf lad, "Now, open." The boy obediently unclenched his jaw and opened his mouth. The Mouse inserted one of the bits and fastened its chain around the back of his head, holding it in place. She did the same with Tasha, then picked up her controller again. "Yes, it's in your wiring," she repeated, "And for many Elves, this trait remains dormant until it can be nurtured and coaxed forth to become an integral part of your makeup as it was in ancient times." She turned the dial up all the way to the right. The blue-white aura around the wire mesh of the seats, as well as the shafts impaling Kaylie and Tasha brightened and the electric hum grew louder. Elf and Pony went rigid in their seats and their eyes again closed tight. The muscles in their flanks and thighs twitched and quivered uncontrollably, and screams burst from their throats, muffled by the iron bits in their mouths. Flurrie gave a grim smile, satisfied with her work, then set the controller down on a table and took up a paddle to help Skara with her little sister and brother.
All but one of the work tables were occupied by assorted prisoners, trussed up with their aft ends vulnerably exposed in the air, either receiving punishment of some sort, undergoing cleansing, or awaiting either. Two members of the day crew had arrived early, Kii and Shanar, a Furling Gazelle buck. Like Elerie, they were both clad in sailorgirl style minidresses. They were both intently working on disciplining and training the prisoners/slaves assigned to them, oblivious to the rest of the world around them as they applied paddle, crop, whip, electro-rods, and other toys to their charges' backsides.
Kennewick was impressed at how focused Shanar and Kii were on their tasks, leaving no slave under their care untouched for more than three seconds at most. And each touch of whatever tool they took up was expertly placed upon their subjects' aft ends with perfect precision, connecting where its kiss was most effective, eliciting just the right scream or moan from the hapless prisoners. Kennewick felt a tinge of sorrow for those the Gazelle and Pheasant were attending to. He knew all too well what they were experiencing from this pair's administrations, except for when Shanar inserted a long shaft up Tawna's bottom and Kii did the same to an Otter lad she was working on. The two dungeoneers looked at each other, gave a grim nod, then pressed on the base of the shafts they had inserted. Elf and Otter suddenly tensed up and gave a scream in stereo that echoed throughout the playroom, forcing the young Skunk to cover his ears, and causing everyone else, dungeoneers and slaves alike to turn their attention to the foursome.
"Shanar, Kii!" an Ornith Redtail Hawk shouted from near the back of the chamber, where he was hunched over another Ornith, a Crow whom Kennewick recognized as Beryl, one of the two that Denali had brought in for armed robbery, "Shut those two up, now!"
The Gazelle and Pheasant nodded and promptly moved around to the front of their charges' tables, where they probed beneath the edge until a blue-white glow surrounded the bound and writhing slaves, encasing them in blissful silence.
"Thank-you," Master Toraq said, as he extracted himself from Beryl's aft end. "Now, how about you two work on getting Beryl and Darlene cleaned up and groomed. I want them to look their best when their counsel arrives."
"By your command, Warden," Kii replied for the both of them. Her voice carried a gentle Midlands drawl that Kennewick found most endearing, and deceptive considering the vigor with which she carried out her duties down here. She gave the Hawk a polite curtsy, with her brown and white mottled wings splayed out behind her and her tailfeathers flirted up. She strutted over to Beryl's table, unlocked his shackles, helped him to his feet, and led him over to a suspension harness on the right end of the chamber. Shanar helped Kii put the Crow in the harness, then turned his attention to Darlene, Beryl's daughter, who was already trussed up in another suspension harness, arms and legs spread wide, awaiting cleansing and grooming.
"Be sure to give him an extended electrocleansing," Toraq advised Kii, "He just received a considerable filling." The Hawk smoothed out his plumage and adjusted his skirt. He scanned the room, taking note of all the activities going on in his playroom, and smiled, pleased with how his employees were keeping themselves and the prisoners occupied. Finally, his gaze landed on the young Furling Skunk standing quietly and patiently near the exit.
"Ah, Kennewick," Toraq said, "What brings you down here to my domain so early in the morning? Are you in trouble again? Well, out with it, lad. Don't just stand there like a deer in the spotlight."
Kennewick blinked a few times, then padded towards the Hawk, "Ah no, Master Toraq. I'm not in trouble. No, I just needed to talk to you about a few...things...feelings that are bothering me...feelings that I think you are best qualified to explain. That is, if you aren't too busy."
Toraq met the boy half way across the floor, gave him a warm, reassuring smile, and put an arm around his waist, one hand resting on the Skunk's right hip. "I always have time for you, sweet tail. And I suspect that I know what you are going to tell me. We can have the talk in my private chambers." He guided Kennewick over to the work table that, until a minute ago, had been occupied by Beryl.
"But first things first. As long as you are down here, I need you to spread your legs, place your paws on the table, and bend over."
"Why, Master Toraq?" Kennewick replied. He reflexively reached back and put his hands protectively over his butt, "Like I said, I'm not in trouble."
Toraq laughed and squeezed the boy's shoulder, then rummaged through a case on one of the shelves on the wall behind the table, "Silly boy. I'm not going to spank you." He pulled a a syringe, and a long thick needle, and a vial from the case.
Kennewick cocked his head to one side and curiously watched Toraq prepare the syringe, "Is that a vitamin formula, Master Toraq? I don't see the need since Lady Tormanin makes sure I eat a proper variety of stuff, y'know."
Toraq affixed the needle to the end of the syringe and poked it through the wax stopper sealing the vial. He pulled the plunger and drew out the contents of the vial. It was a translucent blue liquid, and thick too, more like a gel. "No, love," he corrected the Skunk, "Consider this more like a vaccine, one that will protect against transmitting life infection."
"I don't get it. Life infection? What's that supposed to mean?"
The Hawk tossed the now empty vial into a disposal bin and walked back to Kennewick's table, "This is called Peace of Mind. You, your sister, and Princess Amalie are getting to that age where you may start engaging in more adult oriented activities. And with that comes the risk of becoming parents before you are ready. This will counter that risk. You will learn more in a short while when we retire to my chambers for the talk. As per Regent Tormanin's orders, all three of you are to be started on weekly Peace of Mind shots immediately. Now, present your bottom."
Kennewick, now even more confused, stole one last wary glance at the big needle that the Hawk wanted to stab into his rump. He sighed, then turned nervously around so that he was facing away from Toraq. With his legs spread and his paws firmly gripping the edge of the table, he bent over as if he was presenting himself for a paddling. Toraq folded the back of the Skunk's skirt up and draped across his lower back, then his taloned hands took a firm grip on his hips and gently peeled the boy's silky panties down to his knees.
"Tail up, young lady," the Hawk ordered. Like a long, fluffy flap, Kennewick's tail rose, fully exposing his soft, tender bottom, which still showed a respectable crimson glow from the paddling Amalie had given him earlier in her suite. The insides of his ears reddened and the heady aroma of the boy's musk surrounded him as Toraq gently ran a hand over his butt, whistling appreciatively at the paddleblush highlighting his nether flesh.
"Very lovely," he said, "Is this the Regent's work, or Lady Tormanin's?"
"Neither," the humiliated lad replied. A shiver rippled through his body at the Dungeon Warden's touch on his aft end, "The Princess paddled me shortly before I came down here to talk to you. You'd think she could show a little mercy after I had worked so hard to get her ancient history report done on time. She can be such an ingrate at times."
Toraq nodded thoughtfully and ran a talon down the crevasse of the boy's ass, teasingly swirling it around the rim of his tight little southern star. This caused another shiver to ripple through his body. "Really. What, if you don't mind my probing, might I ask did you do to deserve such abuse heaped on your sweet little bottom and the hands of her brattiness? Or did she spank you just because she could?"
Kennewick sighed and looked over his shoulder at the Ornith who was idly toying with his tailhole and questioning him on this morning's events, "She paddled me for disagreeing with her and Katella on what we should wear for dressdown day. As you can see by this silly housemaid uniform, I lost the argument."
Toraq nodded understanding, "And paid the penalty for arguing with your Princess." He gave the Skunk a friendly and reassuring slap on the rump, "but you shouldn't be embarrassed. You wear that uniform well. And really, it's not that much different from the schoolgirl uniform Amalie dresses you in, nothing no one around here hasn't seen many times before."
"Yeah, I know," Kennewick acknowledged, "Everyone keeps telling me that. But unlike the school uniform, the maid uniform really does look and feel too girly."
"Nonsense!" Toraq scolded, giving his butt another slap, harder than the first one. "Girliness suits you perfectly. Everyone around here would agree with that. What the Princess is making you wear is no worse than how I went out clubbing last night. And just ask Warden Arlin, I was a big hit at Up Yours, had the time of my life, and even earned a buttload of coin and cash, all the while girled up just as frillylike as you are now.