Really Red Sunset, Part 2
by The Purple Penguin
Just doing another chappie for Really Red Sunset so Richa-sama doesn't hafta XD
Hoshiko was hot and tired, and needed to take a bath. Holding her silk cloth that contained her brushes, hairpins, paints, paper and clothing inside, she immediately spotted a small hotspring and noticed a pair of familiar raccoon ears poking out. Oh, dear me...'tis that little raccoon I spanked last week... she thought with a small smile, remembering how good it felt to deliver some justice to that little mennodix, his eyes overflowing with tears. Hoshi-chan could make even a spanking look graceful, as she had been trained in the arts of a geisha, a tayu or master geisha to be exact. Her hands could be described as tiny doves, fluttering gracefully over the snow of her paper with a wolf-bristle brush (or any other surface for that matter). Hoshiko daintily stepped down to the warm spring, its crystal waters emitting puffs of steam. Hoshi decided if that little raccoon was in here, he could forget about seeing anything. To fulfill this resolution, as soon as she stripped down to bare skin, she wrapped her peacock-print silk cloth tightly around her naughty bits and stepped into the water.
Relaxing as soon as the warm, soothing waters wrapped around her aching body, Hoshiko gently peeled the wet cloth away from herself and laid back on the smooth rock to rest and make sure Roger didn't try anything funny. Rubbing her body with a small bar of plumeria-scented soap one of her geisha clients had given her, she observed Roger from afar as he tried swimming underwater, oblivious to the fact that he was swimming straight for her pack on the bank. Hoshiko finished her bath and stood up, grabbing the silk and wrapping it around her again. Suddenly, she had the realization that something was missing. Oh...she knew, all right.
Roger ran through the forest, giggling, and hid the pack in a log near the brook where his first-ever spanking had occurred. All at once, the former tayu burst through the underbrush in only that silk...Roger's eyes bugged out and his heart leaped into his throat. She was gorgeous, though she looked a bit evil, flapping her wings, her ears twitching, and her menacing gait all indicating that she was not a happy neko. Her claws popped out a bit more than usual, and she seemed to be reaching for his tail..."NOOOOOO!" Roger shrieked, and he ran off down the nature trail with an angry Hoshiko following.
Neko chased raccoon, raccoon delivering lewd pick-up lines as an attempt to escape the punishment and get a date. Suddenly a large weight fell on Roger's back, pinning him to the ground. Hoshiko waved the switch she had cut while in the tree waiting to drop down in front of his face. "You see this, you little pervert?" she growled.
"Yes, Hoshiko, I do!" he whined. "But it's not like you can hurt me with a stick!" he added, rather snottily.
Boy, was he wrong. Hoshiko hissed in one of his ears. "You will RUE the day you stole my clothes!" she said, speaking so sharply it hurt Roger's ears just to listen. Pinning the raccoon with her free hand and reversing her position on his back, she was now seated comfortably on him, wearing only her silk and holding that whippy little demon of a switch.
Yanking down Roger's pants, the mennodix immediately realized what was to come. "NOOOOO! Hoshiko, I'm sorry!" "Sorry is NOT GOING TO CUT IT!" she growled, bringing down the switch rather harshly and leaving a blazing red, painful mark on Roger's cute little butt.
Roger let out a loud squeal and immediately started putting up a good effort to squirm out from under the pretty girl holding him in place. "Nope, you brought this upon yourself, so deal with it, brat." she said nonchalantly, as if spanking spoiled brats was an everyday thing for her.
SNAP! SMACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Hoshi was VERY strong, probably from her 14 years (trained since she was 6) of dealing with perverts trying to fondle her. Roger was defenseless to her blows and was kicking his feet as hard as he could to try and move Hoshi off his back. Giving him a few more blows, she stood up. "Oh no, Roger, your punishment is far from over..." she hissed, a bit too gleefully for Roger's comfort. Tying his wrist in the cloth wrapped around her pretty body, she flicked open a small enameled knife and began cutting branches off a sapling willow tree. Well, Roger now thought he could get wise and grope her from inside the cloth, but his efforts were dashed with a bop to the head and Hoshi going about her business.
As soon as she had cut about 5 twigs she picked up a scrap of cloth and tightly bound the twigs together and had fashioned a birch--Roger was not going to get away with stealing her clothes. Slamming him down in the dirt and sitting on him again, Hoshiko was ready to give this little perv a taste of the birch.
SMACK!
The twigs of the birch slammed down and fanned out on Roger's switched, spanked and defenseless behind. He screeched and renewed his struggling, only to be met with another blow from Hoshiko's vicious little implement.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Roger had been converted to a sobbing little child who wanted his baa-baa right now, but Hoshi was almost done anyway.
CRACK!
"Tell me why I did this!" she growled.
Roger remained silent.
An extra-hard stroke landed on his bum. His head jerked up and his ears and tail were in the air. "HOSHIKO YOU DID IT 'CAUSE I'M A BAD BOYYYYYY!" he wailed, for all the residents of the forest to hear.
CRACK!
"And I want an apology."
"HOSHIKOIMSORRYFORGIVEMEPLEEEEEEEZE!" he shrieked, his tail getting fluffy like a bottlebrush.
Hoshiko smiled at her handiwork, but got off Roger. "Roger-chan, why don't we go take a bath?" she said. Her face was no longer angry, but a look of gentle forgiveness had taken its place. She scooped him up. "Oh, Roger, you're so lovable but stealin' my clothes is rude and unacceptable! Promise me you won't do it again..." she said, rubbing his extremely sore butt.
"Oh, no, Hoshiko, I won't!" he cries. Hoshiko found her clothes and they stepped into the hotspring, neko loving raccoon, and raccoon loving neko. But somehow in the back of her mind Hoshiko hoped that Roger S. Huxley would need a little reminder of that promise sometime later...