Throwback Pack Teaser - Bustin' Ass

Found this while trawling my old files and decided to post it for all patrons, along with the mini story that went with it! A commissioned piece, this was one of the last things I made before my hiatus using traditional materials and scanned in to color in Photoshop. 

If you're in the lower tiers and like this artwork, you'll find 70+ more pieces like it in my Throwback Pack, which is available to patrons pledging at least 5$ a month.

Thank you all for your support! I hope you enjoy this mini-story and look at what was once a Weasyl-only exclusive piece.

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It's no secret that Buster's a HUGE brat. Catching and punishing him for his just-offensive-enough misdeeds is practically a full-time job for his Domme, who, while quite adept at severely punishing the fluffy miscreant, doesn't ever quite manage to completely keep up with Buster's unending quest to be put over someone's knee.

Recently, his Domme has been trying a different tack- completely ignoring spanking as a punishment. Despite Buster's best and most naughty efforts, he seems to be getting every punishment but a spanking- from writing lines to being put in the corner to having his personal effects taken from him. Which is why, out of desperation, he decided to turn his energy on the neighborhood.

After a rash of stolen window-cooled pies, skinny dipping in neighborhood pools, and even taking a neighborhood bicycle on a joyride, he finally got caught red-handed. His ear firmly clasped by the neighbor that caught him, he was dragged to his house and presented to his Domme, with a cheeky smirk on his face. Surely NOW, with someone demanding his ass, he'd be soundly spanked over his Domme's knees!

Instead of immediately taking him in-hand, though, his Domme invited the neighbor in for tea. After being sent to his room to await their verdict, he thought surely she would offer to spank him in front of the neighbor out of hopes that it would scare him straight- and while a neighbor watching WOULD be pretty damn embarrassing, it'd be but a small price to pay to get a coveted bare-bottom spanking from Rexie. Much to his surprise though, the neighbor left, and nothing happened. What on earth did a chimera have to do to get his butt blistered around here?!

He resigned himself to sulking when there was a ring at the door and voices in the foyer. Suddenly, Rexie pushed his door open. He sat up excitedly, but the carnivorous look in her eye made his blood run cold.

"Okay, Buster," she huffed matter-of-factly. "You really want your butt spanked that damn bad? Get your ass out here."

Buster edged around her cautiously. He'd never heard this edge to her voice. She smacked his ass on the way out the door, a sharp and painful slap that caught him off-guard. Rubbing his cheek, he emerged into the front room to a surprising sight: the neighbor with a positively sphincter-clenching look on her face, and a tall, dark, imposing horse man standing off to the side with his arms folded and a bag at his feet.

Buster gulped.

"What you don't know," Rexie growled from behind him. "Is that our neighbor here is quite well-connected. And since spankings from me don't seem to be working out, she's invited this gentleman here to try his hand at teaching you a lesson. I expect his training as a professional disciplinarian will go a long way."

"Y-yes, ma'am...?" Buster stammered, blushing beneath his fur.

"Lightning, my darling, he's all yours."

Wordlessly, the horse, head and shoulders above the chimera and very well-built, crossed to Buster and grabbed him by the scruff the neck, pushing him towards the dining room. He sat on one of the chairs and unceremoniously pulled the chimera across his large, muscular lap and began smacking his ample rear with a giant hand. Instantly, Buster began yowling. There was nothing fun in the way the horse laid into him- none of the delightful pre-spanking anticipation, just loud and painful smacks against his hapless butt.

Rexie escorted the neighbor to the couch to watch the events unfold as Lightning positively thrashed Buster's bare bottom, his hand easily as potent as the paddle Rexie used to tan his backside. He couldn't help but buck and squirm and shout as Lightning expertly reddened his ass. He lost track of time as the onslaught continued. Regret was all the chimera felt, aside from the blaze being lit across his bottom.

Without breaking his spanking stride, Lightning gestured to Rexie to hand him something from his bag. She procured a thick, short paddle, which she handed to the stallion, who began using it immediately, producing a loud wail of discontent from the naughty chimera as his bottom went from bright red to the blossoming deep reds and purples of a well-thrashed backside under Lightning's expert attention.

This carried on for minutes on end as Rexie and the neighbor began chatting to themselves. Lightning grunted with exertion as he paddled Buster, anchoring him across his lap quite easily with a well-muscled arm. Each blow pushed the chimera up against Lightning's legs, resonating across his skin like snakebites.

Just as the sun was starting to set, Lightning finally ceased his paddling.

"Get up," commanded Lightning. Sniffling, Buster did as he was told.

"Go outside and cut me a switch. A thick one."

"Yes, sir," Buster mumbled, his heart sinking.

It took him a few minutes to do as he was told, but he finally found a switch and cut it down. Tearing up a little as he carried it back, he could hear jovial laughter coming from inside the house.

"Lightning, darling, you're a champion!" Rexie chuffed. "Really, Mathilda, you should have told me about this man ages ago. I've never seen my little sub so contrite! Maybe we should invite you both 'round more often!"

Buster's lower lip wibbled pathetically as he handed Lightning the switch and watched the horse swish it approvingly. It made a terrifying whistle as it cut the air.

"Right," Lightning said, splaying his legs and patting his knee. "Get back over my lap. You have a lot more coming."

"Y-y-yes, s-sir..."

Trembling, he crawled back over the stud's mighty steel-gray lap, finding himself tilted until his bottom was well-presented and his tail pinned over Lightning's lap once more.

Without ado, Lightning brought the switch down fiercely across Buster's fire-engine-red bottom. The chimera howled, tears flowing from his face as blow after blow rained down, cutting across his soundly-paddled ass, much to the giggling delight of his Domme and neighbor.

He didn't know when this would end, but the chimera resolved to never again give Rexie reason to invite the stallion over again...

...At least, definitely not for a punishment!