Good evening, everyone!! It's the start of a new batch, which means a new round of art -- starting with this flat colored sketch commission for ButtonFire2 (Twitter) // butt_on_fire (FA). Thank you so much for this heckin' epic prompt!
Can't wait to start offering this option during commission rounds, they're so much fun to do! ;w;
The last few defeats at the dragon's hands had left Gallahad's poor bottom in quite the state. The very thought summoned the most irksome tingling feeling across his backside, and his hands mindlessly drifted towards his cheeks. But while most would take this as a reminder to stay away from Paddul's cave, for Gallahad, it served as a reminder of his bruised ego. Determined to finally regain the honor the dragon had stripped from him on that fateful first encounter long ago, Gallahad set out once again.
But determination could only take you so far, and the dragon wasted no time in subduing and stripping him. As the dragon gripped him firmly, Gallahad's bottom clenched.
"Perfect timing -- I was just about to take a bath. I find a little heat helps me relax...."
Tightly bound in the dragon's sinewy tail, there was nothing that Gallahad could do but watch as he was lowered into a large pit filled with lava -- ass first. As the knight complained, Paddul hesitated.
"A bit much for you after all, eh, knight? Well, you're not leaving here without a hot bottom, but I could spank you, instead... if you ask nicely."
That sent Gallahad into a rage. "Fah! I will be doing NO such thing, wretched beast! Knights do not beg -- and certainly not for the likes of you!"
With no regard for his own butt's quite imminent peril, he berated the dragon until, with an eyeridge cocked, Paddul finally let Gallahad's bottom graze the lava. The stubborn knight had sealed his fate -- and now, the dragon would insist on hearing a genuine 'sorry'.
Good morning, y'all! How about a little ASS for your Monday?~ uwu <3 This particular cel shaded ass comes courtesy of lovetaplion (Twitter/FA). Thank you so much for commissioning me, Ein, had an absolute blast drawing this twunk-jacking~ x3
Clearly these two got up to some SHENANIGANS over the weekend -- and I hope y'all had a great weekend, too~!
Auren hadn't really planned to get any action at his friend's party that night. In fact, he hadn't really been too terribly into the idea of partying at all, but he'd been talked into it by the friend who owned the house.
Caught up in some inner lamentation about it being too early in the evening to have any plausible excuse to leave, Auren bumped into someone. Auren began apologizing profusely, and didn't stop, even as the mountain lion reassured him -- until he felt a sharp slap on his rear end and yelped.
"There!" the cougar chirped. "Now you can stop apologizing."
The ram turned bright red.
"Oh..." the big cat's smile suddenly turned coy. He waited a beat, and when Auren didn't leave or dissent, he leaned in close.
"Liked that, did you?"
The next thing he knew, Auren was scooped up and carried out of the party by his new friend, Kade, who, as it turned out, had no problems leaving if he thought of something else he'd rather be doing.
He also had no problem being someone else's excuse... especially cute ram someones, with perky, spankable butts!~
Good morning, y'all!! This finished cel shaded piece is for InsigniaLION (Twitter)! Aaaa thank you so much, what a sweet prompt~ Love me some DADDY LIONS!!
Dimitri the lion sat on the edge of his guest room at Maverick Ranch. His soft smile radiated warmth as he sat up tall, inviting his new friend over his lap. Lightning, the new friend in question, found himself bending over Dimitri's knees with enthusiasm. The lion seemed to take a lot of pride in his technique, and that excited him. He'd shucked off his pants eagerly as Dimitri chuckled to himself.
After asking permission, Dimitri began gently rubbing Lightning's ass and stroking his mane, talking softly and sharing jokes until he felt the stallion relax a bit across his knee. Dimitri grinned -- it was always fun to feel a bottom's nerves settle while in that vulnerable position. Feeling confident, he set to work.
Using a steady rhythm, he takes his sweeeeeeeeeet time, carefully warming Lightning up. Much to Dimitri's delight, it wasn't long at all before the horse showed signs of relaxing down into the scene and letting go. Sure enough, the stallion looked tough and stoic on the surface, but get him over a lap, and it was easy to see how badly he wanted to trust someone else to take the reins a while.
Dimitri would savor every huff, whine, and moan the horse gave him as he continued to smack -- just as much as Lightning would savor the way that firm, caring hand fell across his ass.
Good evening, y'all! Super excited to show the finished result of the last YCH!
Thank you SO much to everyone who participated in this -- and a big special thank you to Thetamule (Twitter) for sponsoring this YCH!! Y'all fuckin' ROCK~!
Life in the sleepy farming town nestled in this particular crook of the verdant Wild Western plains was idyllic. For the most part, everyone got along... until eggs started disappearing like clockwork every morning. Despite their best efforts, the townsfolk just couldn't seem to keep whatever it was that was harassing their chickens out of the coop!
But when re-building the coop on a stone foundation does nothing, August the fox realizes he's seen this before, and knows exactly who's responsible.
August had also warned him what would happen if he was caught stealing again.
The sounds of a brief struggle in the chicken coop the next day and the steady smacks of a bare hand on the culprit's equally bare ass draws all the townsfolk out of their homes. As August scolds Faust, the townspeople quickly figure out what's happened and start lining up, implements in hand, to teach Faust a right proper lesson he'll never forget.
Turns out, the hard hand spankin' the pine marten is getting now would be just a warm up...!
Good evening, y'all! Before I go to bed, how about an update~! This finished flat color commission is for Rafalliard (Twitter). Thank you SO much for this supremely fun & unique prompt! These characters are a joy to draw.
As one might expect, when you put a bunch of known villains together, things get a bit wild! One day, talk around the mess hall table turns dirty. To no one's surprise, Sam quickly finds a way to turn it into an argument. He boasts that he has the toughest ass amongst everyone present, possibly even in the whole world, and insists there's no way he'd beg for a spankin' to stop.
Knowing he will have fun reddening the cowboy's ass regardless, the Crusher throws down a bet with Sam. Guns-blazing now, Sam takes the bait, and the two set a date for the showers.
An experienced spanker, the Crusher knows exactly what implement to use to get Sam squirming almost instantly. He uses the rubber sole of Sam's flip flop to drive each stinging spank into his cheeks so that it goes straight to his cock. Just as Sam's about to cave, he feels himself going over the edge. The noise quickly attracts everyone's attention -- just in time to watch Sam grab his ankles, close his eyes, and come hard all over his face and the stall behind him.
Though the room bursts into raucous laughter and teasing, Sam barely hears it with how fiercely his ears are ringing. He's so dazed by the experience, he says nothing when he's finally let down.
But that's okay. The blissed-out look on the normally-feisty Sam's face is thank you enough!
Good morning, y'all! Iiiiit's an art day, woo-hoo!
This finished flat-color piece is for DamieWamie (Twitter). Thank you so much, it is always so much fun to get to draw this fella blushin' at both ends! x)
As Lightning rubbed his sore ass, he reflected on the weird day he'd had. Nothing had seemed to go right -- furthermore, the people around him seemed to be under the impression the only way to deal with the mishaps he'd been blundering into was with a good, firm smack.
More than just one smack, too, he though to himself, continuing to try rubbing the sting out of his bottom.
But even that wasn't working! With a frustrated snort, Lightning lowered his pants to get a good look at his ass -- there was a spot on his left cheek that was especially bothersome. He was convinced it was a bruise... but was shocked by what he saw. A magical, glowing insignia, pulsing with arcane energy, had securely affixed itself to him. In fact, if he hadn't known any better, it would seem to be seared into him... like a brand!
Little did he know, the brand was a curse laid onto his poor, throbbing bottom -- one sure to bring him bad luck, and specifically get him thrown over laps for a good hiding. The mage who cast it looked forward to watching the horse squirm, writhe, blush, and whine over lap after lap...
Red in the face, Lightning quickly pulled his pants back up. There was nothing for it. He would simply have to wait for it to dissipate, and hope that no one else decided to throw him over their knees in the meantime.
Good morning, everybody -- Happy Passover and Happy Easter to those who celebrate 'em~! (Naturally though, the holiday is not enough to stop me from sinning.)
Today's update is this flat color piece for SunbroSkarin (Twitter and FA), featuring the wolverine himself gettin' some springtime attentiveness from a handsome daddy ram. Thank you so much for this killer prompt, bud!!
As the wolverine sat down on the ground just outside the nude hot springs, he giggled to himself. The sheep that lived nearby had booked the place out for their yearly get-together -- and, having just shorn off their thick woolen coats for the warmer months, the... er, view... was particularly nice.
Sadly, the springs were closed to others for the private event -- but hey, nothing a little spare wool, someone's shed horns, and some creativity couldn't fix... from far enough away, Skarin looked almost exactly like a little sheep taking a break from the festivities!
He nearly jumped out of his own skin when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and turned to discover himself firmly in the grasp of a handsome older ram, who, as it would turn out, knew exactly how to handle big, sharp-toothed lookie-loos. He was bound & determined to make sure he & the herd got to enjoy their own view of the wolverine.
Not that Skarin minded in the least. After all, it was only fair...
Good morning, y'all~! It's a new commission cycle, and here is the first finished piece of the new batch -- a rough sketch for ButtonFire2 (Twitter) // Butt_on_fire (FA). Thank you SO much, golly what a fun prompt, especially for these two! xD
The first part of today's blurb (above the line break) was written by Hiran! Thank you, Hiran, still floored. <3 If you want to read more of Hiran's work (trust, you do!), head on over to Once3333 on FA or Pangolin_Hiran on Twitter!
Usually, a firm punishment from Paddul was enough to send a knight running for the hills, swearing revenge all the while.
So after setting down the so-called 'Sir' Gallahad, Paddul hadn't expected to hear anything but the usual stream of angry snorts and bluster. But this time? He wasn't retreating.
Paddul opened one eye to stare at the angry horse. "You've already gotten your licks for today," Paddul informed him. Their tail swished lazily back and forth as they waited for him to leave. The large 'button' clinked against the stone floor in warning.
"I'm not done yet! I'll take you down with—" Sir Gallahad's eyes widened as he saw a glow forming in Paddul's mouth.
Paddul's lips curled in a grin. "I said, we're done."
A stream of fire came hurtling towards Gallahad... right towards his already reddened behind.
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By the time Paddul was done, Gallahad's rear end was piping red hot to the touch and aglow with heat.
With tears in his eyes, the knight stubbornly continued to carry on about revenge -- until Paddul's sweeping tail knocked him on his ass...
... And right onto the red-hot ground, which had turned to lava.
Like Paddul's flame breath, which left his ass unharmed (if otherworldly sore!), this too seemed magical -- but he would only realize that later. For now, his yelps echoed around the cavern as if his ass were truly on fire. He was so loud, he almost drowned out the cackling laughter of the dragon.
Good evening, y'all!! Oh, exciting update tonight -- the result of the last YCH!!
Big ol' thank you to the host of this YCH, Once3333 (Pangolin_Hiran on Twitter). Cheers, bud, this one was an absolute blast. Thank you also for the amazing story prompt as well -- which y'all can read below.
Thank you also to everyone who participated in the auction and give-away slots!! Aaaa y'all ROCK!
Center -- Wadi -- Once3333 (FA) // Pangolin_Hiran (Twitter) Left -- Guarco -- Rashkah_NSFW (Twitter) // Rashkah (FA) Right -- Inorog -- Spankicorn (Twitter) // Croup (FA) Back Right -- Don Silas -- glass-walker (FA) // kindreddemon (Twitter) Back Left -- Akando -- Once3333
Writing by Once3333
--------------------------------------------------------- When his knight decides to fight in a well-known arena, the page Austin finds himself brought along to help out.
"Where's the damn polish," he grunts as he tries to find his way through the labyrinthine back rooms. Sure he'd been given directions, but this just didn't seem to be the right place.
"Maybe this one."
He swings yet another door open, only to smack it into the face of a burly jackal who's dripping wet and buck naked.
"Oops." Austin was about to say more, when he got a look at the room. It was filled with wooden tubs, and plenty of other large, wet, and naked men were in them, washing up. His cheeks grew red as he realized he'd stumbled into the arena's private bathhouse.
The jackal, Wadi, followed his gaze, before staring back at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh uh—" Austin attempted to hide as he looked at Wadi. "Just looking for some damn armor. So—"
"—A peep and bad manners," Wadi replied in a deep baritone. He leaned over Austin, his pecs moving ever close to the donkey's muzzle. "How about I give you a better look then?"
Austin took a step back at the suggestion. "Well I—" He was suddenly hoisted and thrown over the edge of one of the tubs.
"I wasn't trying to—YOW!" Austin wasn't able to explain himself before Wadi's large and calloused hand came down hard on his behind.
Still, as he looked around the room, he did have a good view of all the arena's fighters. He clenched his eyes as he realized the entire room would be getting just as good a view of his ass being tanned.
Good evening, y'all! This finished cel shaded piece is for XtremeTuberVII (Twitter), featuring Ningal, a forest Mauka! Thank you so much for commissioning me, loved drawing this fun alien critter!~
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Ningal is a special type of Mauka -- unlike the gray mountain Mauka, Ningal the blue Mauka hails from the forest. His blue-green pelt and scales help him blend in with the foliage of the dense trees.
When he is flushed from the woods, Ningal becomes nothing more than a blur on six legs, his iridescent scales a mere flash as he lopes by. Having just finished bolting, Ningal slides to a stop and rears up as if to challenge anyone to run as fast or as far as he.
After all, with their incredible 6-beat gaits, wide, strong backs, and amiable personalities, Mauka make marvelous steeds... at least, to those who do not fear their incredible speed! In fact, they are such popular mounts, height and speed are measured in 'mauks'.
Good luck outrunning this fellow - you're going to need it!
Good evening, everyone!! This finished flat color piece + its alts are for DamieWamie, who had this delightful idea for the lads! Thank you so much, bud, this was a really fun prompt!
Shifting on an uncomfortably stinging ass, Lightning peered over top of his cards at Austin, whose face was plastered with the most smug smile the stallion had ever seen on his mentee.
Lightning's eyes darted to the riding crop sitting on the table beside him, the recent memory of it cracking against his bare ass cheeks making him shift involuntarily to try and get more comfortable. The wooden seat below him offered no cushion for his bright red ass, which had been giddily painted by the donkey amidst his winning streak.
As Austin revealed yet another victorious hand, Lightning threw down his cards, stood up, and bent over the table with a growl, vowing to remember every smack for the next time the tables were turned.
But for now, it was Austin's turn to indulge in a little payback and painstakingly paint Lightning's back porch red.... swat by delicious, stinging swat.
Good morning, y'all! This piece is for DavisZard, whose quiet support never fails to astound. Really, really appreciate you, bud, you fucking rock!!
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Austin's gotten himself into a bit of trouble while out on a camping trip in the woods and winds up pants-down over Davis' sturdy knees for a brisk bit of bare-bottom correction. Confident in his tough, practiced butt, Austin quips about how easy the Charizard's hand is to take.
What he doesn't realize is that Davis speaks fluent 'brat' -- and knows exactly what implement to procure to really make a stubborn sub kick, wiggle, and dance!!
Davis set to work making the donkey regret his decision to wear tight shorts on the hike that day -- but the Charizard would certainly enjoy the view of Austin blushing at both ends the whole way back~!
One more art piece this evening for y'all -- Paddul's ref sheet! (FINALLY.)
Another personal project I intend to pick at between commissions! I am still playing with this one, as Paddul has a LOT of things going on.
Paddul is a magic user who can shapeshift, and regularly changes size to accommodate different situations -- this ref sheet is intended to be their 'default', or the form they take when not actively channeling magic to change their appearance. I may also create a reference for their anthro form...
I am also flirting with giving Paddul a dexterous tail instead of the spade, while keeping their 'button' paddle -- but this is merely to accommodate their extra implements, which they have painstakingly carved into their spines.
Paddul was originally created as a one-off design that I never intended to turn into an OC, so solidifying them (and Gallahad!) has been a very fun challenge. I hope y'all enjoy this sneak peek at this incredibly-overdue ref!
Good evening everyone! Confession: I have a bit of backlog I've been catching up on as far as posts -- but that just means an extra perk: an early sneak peek! Since I've already posted one piece today, y'all get first look at this one before it's posted tomorrow. Thanks for bearing with me~
This finished cel shaded piece is for KindredDemon and features their sona, Tru (They/Them), and their OCs, Dr. Romerro (He/Him) and his assistant, Beretta (She/They)! Thank you so much pal, I've been stoked about this one ever since it was just a whiff of an idea!!
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Nobody likes going to the doctor, and Tru the abyssinian cat is no exception. Finding a primary care physician had been a chore, but, as it turns out, well worth the payoff. At first, they'd been a bit nervous, but the nurse quickly set them at ease with her excellent bedside manner.
The doctor himself had his own method of communicating the care he felt for his patients. After setting goals for his patient, he felt it necessary to give Tru a little taste of what awaited them if they decided to stray from their new doctor-prescribed health routine...
Later that evening, as they were shifting on an amazingly still-sore bottom, surrounded by the remains of their healthy homemade dinner, halfway through their third thermos of water that day, and after a nice, brisk walk outside for some exercise, Tru's mindless internet surfing led them to their new doctors' Yelp page.
It would not be the first anonymous 5 star review Dr. Romerro and Beretta would receive for their private practice.
Howdy y'all!! Thank you for joining me here this month -- and I hope everyone's April is off to a good start.... and that all you fellow pranksters enjoyed some hot keisters for your shenanigans on the first! : P
This flat color commission is for Tytonid8 (Twitter) and features cuties Ty and Beau. Thank you so much for commissioning me, this theme tickled me pink~!
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Bucket in hand, Beau the bull heads upstairs to his hay loft, where Ty is patiently waiting for him. With gentle pats, Beau praises his precious cow for already being in the appropriate position for the occasion. Pulling up a stool, Beau sets to work milking his good little cow.
The sting of Beau's trusty strap snapping against his flank has Ty lurching involuntarily into Beau's hand, and before long, Beau has collected the day's ration of milk to a symphony of sounds from his deeply satisfied cow. Just another day in the life of a dairy farmer and his livestock... and neither of them would change a thing!
After making one too many off-color comments around the table during brunch, Island found himself tucked away in an all-too-familiar corner of the bedroom. He could hear Milano apologizing profusely to their houseguests for his boy's behavior.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the bedroom door swung open. Island felt his bottom tingling at the sound of Milano undoing his belt and doubling it over in his hand.
"Thought you could get away with mouthing off while we had guests over, huh? Think again." He shifted his weight. "Now turn around, drop your undies, and get over my knee! This'll teach you to embarrass me in front of guests... The whole neighborhood's going to hear you howl."
Island's horror at seeing the door left open, and their guests' clear line of sight from the kitchen, would be short lived. Milano's thick leather belt would make sure of that!
Good evening, y'all!! Big day, eh? But now, we're finally caught up. This finished flat color commission is for AdatheFox (FA) -- thanks for commissioning me, girlie!~
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Ada likes fellas who know how to treat a girl properly... like this fellow here! He takes his sweet time peeling her outfit off, piece by piece, kissing each new part of her up and down as he does. With deft, expert hands the ram lavishes his attention on her naked form. In no time at all, Ada invites him to enjoy her more intimately, and he does so with an appropriate amount of gusto.
They would enjoy each other's bodies on and off throughout the afternoon and well into the evening. By the end of it all, Ada would find herself exhausted, marvelously overstimulated, and practically seeing stars as the ram continued to show her a good time -- ever the gentleman.
Howdy hey, y'all -- woo hoo, it's an art day!! This finished cel shaded commission is for Leadhoof (FA) and features the ever-delightful Dallas, who just can't help but get that booty in trouble around Maverick. Thank you so much for such a fun prompt~!
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"Does it really hurt more on a wet butt?"
Lightning hears this question a lot, and this time, he's not surprised to hear it coming out of Dallas. Having visited the ranch a few times now, the stormy-gray stallion has proven to be a bit adventurous. Lightning chuckles and tells him the same thing he tells everyone who asks.
"Happy to show you."
That is how Dallas finds himself scruffed and hauled bare-ass naked over Lightning's thick thigh. It's a brisk, intense bath brushing he won't be forgetting in a hurry, just as requested. Dallas is in luck. Lightning knows the bite of the brush well, and exactly how eager bottoms like it applied.
As wicked as the brush is, Dallas would find it tough to tell whether it was the water that made it so intense -- but he was sure of one thing: the comfort of being gently rinsed afterward and dried off in a warm, fluffy towel was worth the throbbing bottom.
Howdy, y'all! This finished flat color commission is for DamieWamie (Twitter), who decided to talk Lightning into puttin' on a show. Thank you so much!! I'm not sure who had more fun here, me or Lightning... x'D
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Before he was barn boss of Maverick Ranch, Lightning spent some time earning a living performing as an adult entertainer. An avid pole dancing enthusiast, Kade was quick to teach his pet everything he knew -- and Lightning was quick to learn the ropes.
While the days of working a nightclub are mostly behind him these days, he can be convinced to "reminisce" for the right cause, like a charity event hosted by the ranch.
Despite some initial embarrassed fussing about being out of practice, onlookers jokingly stuffing some singles into his waistband seems to have gotten him to loosen up and get in the spirit. Besides... any further hesitation to show off that beefy butt is surely nothing a little hands-on encouragement from the crowd can't fix~
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(The .png files for this one are a bit beefy, so this time, the full resolution files are contained in a .zip!)
Good afternoon, y'all! Rounding out the day full of WIPs with the first finished commission of the new batch -- this time, some Gnasty Gnorc & Ripto action for Rafalliard (Twitter)! Thank you so much for commissioning me -- you're super correct, they're absolutely kinky boyfriends.........
Being overlords is a complicated, tiring business -- so occasionally, it's only prudent to meet up and discuss your plans for world domination.
So what if those discussions, usually enjoyed over a few drinks, wind up with you and your friend on the couch? That's just understandable. After all, it's hard to see those world maps and strategically scrawled notes in the dim glow of the mood lighting...
And as you both just start excitedly spitballing ideas, getting more and more wound up, you both agree that it's just SO damn hot -- it only makes sense to take off your clothes. After all, you're buddies.
And if you get just a bit too worked up over something, it sure is nice to have a friend around to help relieve some of that stress. Yoga and deep breathing would ruin the maniacal vibe you're trying to maintain. A good spankin' & ass fucking is far more appropriate.
And you know what? If you're just too tired afterward to keep planning... it's totally fine to meet up again next week to try again.
Good afternoon, y'all!! Big update today -- the result of the YCH auction~ This finished fully-shaded piece was originally commissioned by Hiran (Once3333 on FA) and set to be finished out as a flat piece. Thank you for sponsoring this super-fun crowd scene, what a killer prompt!
I'm really stoked to have gotten the chance to take this illustration all the way, and thank you so much to everyone who made that possible by sponsoring the slots. (Full credits below.) Y'all seriously rock! Commissions always feel like a collaboration, but this YCH truly felt like a team effort, which was awesome. I hope to do more in the future!
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The evening of the annual lunar festival has come, the perfect moon position draws nigh, and Tarakudo is hard at work making preparations. It is tradition to welcome the new season with booming beats from a giant drum... but, being quite far from his homeland -- and from shore -- the oni has to make do with what he has. And what he has is a bunch of captured bandits' bare behinds!
With the moon finally cresting its peak far above the ship's towering masts, Tara quickly gets to work paying tribute to it.
Artfully trussed for their beating, the thwarted bandits would just as quickly come to rue the day they decided to try plundering this particular cargo bay....!
Good evening, y'all, and happy Friday! This finished cel shaded commission is for Ein (lovetaplion on Twitter) and features his & Kev's (kevmaxwell on Twitter) OCs, Martin and Damien. Thank you so much -- oh, I just LOVE these formal scenes...
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Damien, lord of the manor, bends his attendant Martin over his knee for a thorough thrashing. Having proven himself and become a close confidante, the big fellow has gotten a bit big for his britches and started acting like he owns the place, sassing other servants until he finally makes the mistake of quipping to a guest.
Young master Damien decides it's high time he indulged in his favorite method of disciplining his handsome right-hand heavy -- a good bare-bottom hiding.
Martin does his best to hold back his embarrassment and pain during his punishment, but unfortunately for him, Damien is an excellent spanker, and knows exactly how to prop him up to start prying at his resolve with slaps to his most tender parts....
Damien would find himself thinking how much of a shame it was that he had to try and spank him hard enough to deter this behavior... Watching those beefy cheeks bouncing over his knee was quite the treat, and he wouldn't turn down a chance to make him squirm again!
Good morning, y'all! This finished fully shaded commission is for WallytheBear1 (Twitter), featuring Wally himself and AlphaDireWolf86's Clydesdale fellow, Patrick. Thank you so much for commissioning me, gosh I had a great time putting in all those details...
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Patrick the Clydesdale had always been a shy fellow. He found college to be far more preferable to him than the public school system had ever been -- sure, there were parties, and cliques, but they were a bit easier to avoid now. Which was good, because Patty quickly found himself struggling to keep up in his courses.
Being a shy wallflower had its perks, though -- he had also always preferred the company of teachers, and had befriended many of the college's various staff. One such person was Wally, who had been a headmaster in his previous position and was now a tenured researcher.
And, as luck would have it, they shared a common interest. Having accidentally discovered their mutual enjoyment of discipline while talking over a book that discussed it, it's no surprise that Patty's confession of guilt over his slipping grades soon led to him being pulled down over his friend's knee for a brisk paddling, followed by Wally's stinging hand.
It was surprising how effective a good tanning would prove to be at helping them both clear their heads -- something the two friends would enjoy time & again as Patty dug in hard to earn his degree.
Good evening, y'all~! Iiiiit's an art day -- woo!! This finished cel shaded commission is for Scufflesrat, and features Scuffles, along with IceLeung's Douglas. Thank you so much for commissioning me -- I had so much fun fussin' with this one!~
(This one isn't being posted publicly until tomorrow, so please enjoy a bit of a sneak peek~!)
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Prince Scuffles and his assistant, Sawyer, are constantly pulling stunts around the castle. Everyone who tries to confront them about it is met with laughter and the same retort: "But what are YOU going to do about it? I'm the PRINCE!"
And one day, someone does decide to do something about it.
Escorted down to the dungeons by armed guards, the two miscreants' rein of terror would end with them bent over side-by-side in a pair of stocks, pants around their ankles, retribution being firmly & expertly served across their naughty bottoms by Dungeon Master Douglas.
Their cries would echo throughout the castle -- just as the king had commanded.
Good evening, y'all! This finished flat color piece is for DamieWamie (Twitter), featuring sona Toklo laying down the law. Thank you so much for commissioning me, getting to draw someone destroying Lightning's ass is a real treat.
( ...No one tell Lightning I said that, okay? >>; )
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Having taken the first day of his stay to rest & recover from the long trip, Toklo decided to drift into the party a bit early on the second. Though there were only a few people milling about, the husky immediately spotted someone they wanted to play with -- a tall, dark, imposing stallion with firm muscles and stern expression.
The bigger they are... Toklo thought to himself, padding over.
Both easygoing people, it wasn't long before the two clicked, and Lightning gave Toklo the perfect opening for some discipline with a smart-ass quip.
"Bit fluffy for a top, ain'tcha?"
In a flash, the stud was drawn over the husky's lap, pants pulled to his knees, being given the hardest slaps he'd felt across his backside in a long while.
Good morning, everyone -- and thank you so much for joining me here for February! I super appreciate you, and really hope you dig the stuff on offer this month. (And a special shoutout to all y'all commissioners for always giving us all such a fun variety to enjoy!~)
Starting with this finished flat color commission for Strictop (@spank_gay on Twitter)! This one was a really fun challenge to dig into -- thank you for commissioning me~!
Stephen the afghan hound is a professional yoga instructor. His pupils enjoy his expert knowledge of the forms, his keen eye, and, on occasion, his unique instruction methods... Mars here is his latest 1-on-1 student to find out just how effective a paddle against one's bare ass is at finessing you into the right form -- no matter how much your muscles beg.
It would give new meaning to the phrase "work your butt off", but the feeling of accomplishment you get from putting in the effort a good session is nearly as good as the burn across your ass...
Good evening, y'all! Back on track after some truly wild, wacky shenanigans. I swear, all my electronics are carrying a curse this week...
But you know what I'd rather talk about? These two cuties! This cel shaded commission is for SunbroSkarin (Twitter & FA). celebrating his and his partner Kev's (John-Maxwell on FA) 1 year anniversary. A big congratulations to both of you darlings, and thank you so much for letting me illustrate something for your special day!~
This illustration was based off a story written by Skarin. He's elected to share an excerpt with us, and I've linked the full work below -- thank you so much for sharing your writing with us, pal!
“Stand there and don't move, cheeky brat.” Kevin said. Skarin eeked softly and nodded, blushing a little. Kevin smirked and started unbuttoning Skarin’s shirt, making Skarin blush a lot more, as his second surprise would soon be revealed. Once Skarin’s shirt was unbuttoned, Kevin moved Skarin’s arms, sliding his shirt off and placing Skarin’s hands on top of his head, then undid his belt and pants, turning him around so Skarin’s rump faced Them. Skarin blushing madly as he felt Kevin grab his pants, and with a quick yank, tugged them down. Kevin made a gasp, Their face blushing red and they started to giggle once They saw what Skarin was wearing for Underwear. Skarin had on a cute pair of lacy purple, see through male panties, hugging his round, shapely rear, and exposing his sit spots and lower cheeks. The cute rosy pink color showing on Skarin's rear through the undies.
Skarin squirmed a little and looked back, wiggling his rear at Kevin slowly as his burning red face, and his burny pink butt went on display for Kevin in the cute underwear. “S-surprise… Hehe… do you like them?” Skarin asked his partner shyly. Kevin smirked at Skarin and stood up, hugging around their boyfriend with one arm, and the other hand rubbing and giving Skarin’s butt a few squeezes. They gave Skarin a kiss on the cheek and nodded.
“Cuuuuuuute. It really shows off your cute, smackable butt. You just doomed yourself. Kevin said back, grabbing skar, and quickly hauling them across Their knee. Skarin let out a loud yelp and a chuckle as he was turned over his partner’s knee. His feet on the floor and his Torso laying on the bed. Kevin smirked at His cute, wiggling butt in those even cuter undies, rubbing and giving a few pinches to Skarin's toasty pink bottom.
“EEK! Hehe… Happy anniversary hun… I wanted to do something a little more fun and special for you…” Skarin said, looking back at Kevin as they rubbed, squeezed, and pinched his stingy cheeks. Making soft eeks and hums at the pinches and squeezes.
Good morning, everyone! Finally got a chance to finish up this piece, my half of a trade with the fabulous Fufer (FA) // TheoTheSpanko (Twitter)!
I was so happy when he asked me to draw Brandon & Lucky, because I love them very much and have been wanting to draw them for a while. I'm a huge fan of Fufer's work -- in addition to being an amazing person & artist, he never fails to make spankin' look like the most fun anyone could ever have. Thanks for tradin' with me, pal, this was so much fun!!
------------------------------------------- While putting away Christmas decorations, Brandon the Saint Bernard hears a knock on his door. Happy for the break from this boring task, he welcomes a sad, cold Lucky into his nice, warm home.
After putting a kettle on for tea, Brandon asks the glum Dalmatian why he looks so upset. Turns out, Lucky got into an argument at a gift exchange, and was having trouble forgiving himself for acting selfish during the holiday.
Brandon knows exactly why Lucky came to his house, and knows exactly how to help his friend start the year off with a clean slate.
Before long, Lucky finds himself stripped down and breathlessly waiting for his first-ever true punishment from his trusted friend. It would be the hardest session yet -- but the hugs, cuddles, and warm tea afterwards would be the best he'd ever had!
Good evening, everyone! It's the start of a new commission batch -- and tonight's update is this fun Paddul & Gallahad sketch commissioned by Buttonfire2 (Twitter) // Butt_on_fire (FA). Holy moly was this fun~ Thank you so much for commissioning me!
---------------------------------- It was a hot and miserable sort of day, which had Paddul in an especially foul mood already... So when Gallahad came crashing through their cave yet again, the giant dragon was quick to snatch him up in their coils.
Thrashing against his captor's sinewy tail, Gallahad began to holler and fuss.
"Now see here, foul beast-" he bellowed, wriggling.
He was silenced by the sudden force of Paddul flipping him so his posterior was above his head -- a position Gallahad was ashamed to realize was starting to feel all too familiar.
"Since my usual method of discipline doesn't appear to be enough for you," the dragon growled, "I'll try treating you the way dragons are supposed to treat knights..."
The fire that erupted from Paddul's gaping maw had magical properties that ensured the knight wouldn't suffer any permanent damage, but -- it would certainly sting and sizzle all the same. Gallahad would cry and yell through the whole thing, not unlike how he did when he was being paddled by the dragon. Later, he would remark how incredibly similar it felt!
That said, it wouldn't be enough to deter the knight from his quest to slay the great dragon Paddul...
But it would be at least another month before his cheeks didn't tingle at the thought of trying!!
Good evening y'all~! Thank you for joining me here for all the January red-booty fun, I really hope you enjoy this month's goodies.
I have somethin' a lil' special for y'all tonight -- a trade with DeadlyAssassin (FA)!
Jake's a phenomenal painter and focuses primarily on spank art. His strong sense of lighting and volumetric shading has definitely been a big inspiration on my own work as I've forayed into playing with more intense values.
Given his own love of the Wild West, I thought it would be only appropriate to haul him up on horseback for a red butt -- especially after he rocked my world with a beautiful piece of his own! This piece is a continuation of his, so please don't forget to check it out. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44696659/
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Can you believe this dastardly fox saw some ol' wanted posters, tracked me down, and gave me a spankin'?? Well, two can play at this game... I hope you've learned your lesson about pickin' on defenseless lil' dragons like me, ya rascal!
Don't squirm too much though there, Jake -- if my horse drops his treat, I'll get down and belt ya good... better just lay there and take yer licks, like a good lil' fox~!
