*Knock Knock*
“What the…” said Handy, as he was not expecting anyone. He walked over to the door and, using his mouth, unlocked and opened the door to see Russell. “Ahoy, matey. How ya been?” said Russell, waving with his hook. “Oh hey, Rus. I’m doing okay, even with the current absence of… y’know.” Handy replied, looking at his nubs. “Don’t worry, lad. I’m missing my hand too, as well as both of my legs.” Russell said, smiling. “Well, that’s almost enough to make me feel better,” Handy said. “Anyways, I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to my boat. We can just hang out and talk,” said Russell. “Hmm… I don’t really have anything to do right now, so sure.” Handy replied. So they set off and soon arrived at Russell’s boat. They got on and set sail. As they voyaged across the water, Russell offered Handy a drink, which he accepted. Russell had to pour the drink into Handy’s mouth because the beaver didn’t have paws. After Handy was finished with his drink, he sat down and relaxed. Russell sat down in front of him with a suspicious smile, as if he was waiting for something. Handy didn’t think anything of it and just looked at the clouds. Suddenly, he felt sleepy. He tried to keep his eyes open but passed out. A couple of hours later, he woke up with his legs tied together, his tail tied to his torso and his butt in the air. He realized that his hard hat and toolbelt were gone. “What… What the hell? What’s going on?” He shouted. “Ah good, you’re awake. I wanted to play a little game with you,” said Russell, grabbing something. “What? I don’t have time for games, untie me.” Handy demanded. “But that’s part of the game, lad. It’ll be fun.” Russell continued. Handy knew that Russell wasn’t going to untie him unless he agreed to play the game. “Alright, fine. What’s the game called and how do you play?” He asked, wanting to get this over with. “It’s called Spank the Beaver. It’s simple. As the name would imply, the point of the game is to spank the beaver.” Russell explains. Handy didn’t even have time to say anything before he felt something make a painful impact on his rear. “OW!! What are you doing?” Handy said, angrily. “We’re playing the game. I’m using a wooden oar because that’s the first thing I found.” Russell responded, raising the oar and slamming it into Handy’s raised rear end. “OWW!! Jesus, will you stop?” Handy said. But Russell didn’t listen and raised the oar and slapped Handy’s rear end again. “Ow. Seriously, stop.” Handy said, trying to free himself. “Good luck trying to escape, lad. I used a special knot that’s hard to undo. But don’t worry, I’ll cut you free when I’m done.” Russell explained. Russell continued to flog Handy’s bottom as it turned from orange to red until he saw something that made him pause. “Are… Are you smiling?” He asked. “No, I’m just… Alright, fine. Yes, I’m smiling.” Handy said. “I thought you said you wanted me to stop,” Russell said, confused. “I did, but I’m kinda enjoying this. Well, what are you waiting for, Rus? Spank the beaver. C’mon, my butt’s right here and ready for more smacks.” Handy said, shaking his butt from side to side. Russell began to blush as he wasn’t expecting Handy to enjoy this, but just raised the oar and slapped Handy’s red butt, causing him to cry out with excitement. Russell was very surprised since he was sure Handy wouldn’t enjoy this sort of thing, but couldn’t complain. Handy enjoyed every second of every slap to his tender rump. He refused to let Russell stop for a second. Soon, Russell put the oar down and sat down to catch his breath. “Done already?” Handy asked, disappointed. “Yar, my arm hurts. Here, I’ll go grab something to cut the rope, I’ll be right back.” Russell said, running off. “Don’t go anywhere,” He joked. Handy sat there, his bottom tingling. It felt so sore, but Handy didn’t mind. He felt so happy. Soon, Russell returned with a dagger and cut the ropes off, and helped Handy to his feet. “Are you alright, lad?” Russell asked, rubbing Handy’s rear. “I feel great. That was so much fun. Let’s do that again sometime.” Handy said, smiling and blushing. “Yar, If you want, we can do it again tomorrow.” Russell said, massaging Handy’s butt. “Mmmm. I’d like that.” Handy said, clearly enjoying the feeling of Russell’s paw running through his butt fur. “Let’s get back to the shore,” Russell said, blushing. They just thought about how much fun they both had until they got back to the shore. Before they got off, Russell ran off to grab something and came back with Handy’s hard hat and toolbelt. “I almost forgot to return these to you. And sorry for drugging you, lass. If I had known that you enjoyed being spanked, I’d have just asked.” Russell said. “It’s fine. I didn’t even know I liked being spanked, so thank you for helping me find that out. See you tomorrow, Rus.” Handy said, leaving the boat. Russell couldn’t help but blush as he watched Handy’s red butt bounce as he walked to his house. Russell returned home and laid down on his bed, looking forward to tomorrow.
THE END
