One day, a 10-year-old Quilava named Scorch was getting ready for bed. His dad, a Furret named Zippy, tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. After he heard Zippy close his bedroom door, he waited for 20 minutes and then got out of bed to head to the bathroom. He turned the light on and looked for a furbrush, which he found pretty quickly. He grabbed it and quickly, yet quietly, ran back to his room with the furbrush in his paw. He went to his room and closed the door. He pulled his pants down and bent over his bed. He raised the brush and slapped his backside as hard as he could. “Ow, too hard.” He said, going for a lighter swat. He raised the furbrush and gave himself a lighter swat. He wasn’t satisfied, so he continued and quickly found out the perfect strength for himself. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* He found it very awkward at first but kept going, hoping it would be more fun as he went on. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* As he continued to slap his own butt, he enjoyed it more and more. He enjoyed how hot his butt became with every slap and how much it hurt each time. He liked the pain but didn’t want too much of it. He continued to slap his bare bottom with the brush until he heard footsteps in the hallway. Before he could get up and get back in bed, his dad walked in and froze in confusion. “Scorch, what’s that- What are you doing?” Zippy asked, upon seeing his son holding a hairbrush with his pants around his ankles, showing off his red rear end. “Uh, nothing.” Scorch said, standing up. “That does look or sound like nothing. I could hear you from my room. Why are you spanking yourself?” Zippy asked, still very confused. “Uh… I don’t know. I think I kinda like it. But please don’t tell anyone.” Scorch begged. Zippy looked at his son’s rear end and thought about it. “Alright, I’ll keep it a secret under one condition.” Zippy said, sitting on Scorch’s bed. “Okay, what is it?” Scorch asked. “Give me the furbrush and bend over my lap.” Zippy said, holding his paw out. Scorch nodded as he handed the brush to his father and bent over his lap. “Can I ask why you’re giving me a spanking when I’ve already given myself one?” Scorch asked. “Well, if you like spanking so much, you won’t mind if I give you another one for being up so late past your bedtime.” Zippy said, with a bit of annoyance in his voice. He raised the furbrush and began slapping Scorch’s butt as hard as he could. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Scorch began to cry and kick his legs. He didn’t like how hard the slaps from Zippy were. Tears ran down his face as he regretted ever getting out of bed in the first place. “Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry, Dad. Please stop.” Scorch begged. “I thought you said you liked being spanked.” Zippy said. “But you’re hitting too hard.” Scorch said. “I know. This isn’t for fun, young man. This is a punishment for staying up so late past your bedtime.” Zippy scolded as he continued to spank his son with a lot of force. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Scorch whimpered loudly as his butt turned a darker shade of red as the slaps rained down on his uncovered backside. After a minute or so, Zippy put the brush down and took a moment to soothe the sobbing Quilava. “There, there, buddy. I’m sorry I had to do that. Next time, I want you to stay in bed unless you need to use the bathroom or if you are getting something to eat and/or drink. Is that understood?” Zippy said, hugging Scorch. “*sniff* Y-yes, sir. *sniff* I promise to stay in bed past my bedtime from now on.” Scorch whimpered. “Good. That’s all I needed to hear.” Zippy said, hugging Scorch tightly. He hugged his son and tried to calm him down until he stopped crying. “Now, if I catch you out of bed again, I’m not going to be happy.” Zippy said, tucking Scorch in again. “*sniff* I understand, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Scorch said. “It’s okay, bud. Now get some rest.” Zippy said, kissing Scorch’s forehead. He turned the light off and closed the door, before returning the brush to the bathroom.Scorch’s bottom was still very sore and red, but he tried to sleep it off. He had a lot of trouble falling asleep because of the tenderness of his backside but was eventually able to drift off. He then decided he didn’t like being spanked and never tried to do it again. He also never stayed up past his bedtime again.
