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Zeke and the Guardsmen were all panting after the beating from the Captain's paddle. Their asses were red and throbbing, steam rising from the crocodile's chubby cheeks. There had been way more than ten swats that seared their rumps, but none of them cared… they had withstood the punishments together and would be stronger for it.

“Well done, boys. Zeke, you're forgiven, but don't let it happen again." Captain Rossum took the moment to admire his work, as well as the asses he had painted them on. Each rump was a different shape with different levels of muscle and fat, belonging to men that were as attractive as their reddened cheeks. He licked his lips at the sight, but quickly, turned as they started to stand up.

“Carry on, Guardsmen." The captain turned sharply as if trying to dodge the gaze of the rising soldiers.

The croc stood up fully, rubbing his plump, swollen, and sore cheeks with both hands. “I'm not sure how, but I think he dried my ass."

“Hah!" The octopus guardsman guffawed. “Maybe we'll dry you off… oww… like that from now on then." The group of spanked men laughed… and grimaced.

“Lobe! Come with me!" Captain Droxys was holding the door open to the room all the Guardsmen knew the purpose of. Some of the men were smiling while others were jealously blushing with Zeke simply snorting and looking away from the room.

The octopus looked at the other guardsmen with a worried expression, but sighed and walked towards his Captain. “Y-yes sir. Right away."

The door to the longhouse opened and a civilian poked his head in. The turtle blushed when he saw the bare red asses of the Guardsmen. “Uh… Captain Rossum. There's a disturbance in the tavern."

The lizard growled and turned to handle it, but Zeke held his hands up. “Wait, Captain, it's okay. I can handle that. You, uh, can deal with your-"

The lizard's claws dug into the wooden door he was clutching onto, clearly tense but tersely declared. “Good, but don't cover your ass."

CRAP!

Zeke saluted his Captain with a blushing grimace. “As you say Captain." The Black-fured and exoplated tarantula slipped on a jockstrap to cover his pendulous modesty, but left his sculpted and reddened rump exposed. Zeke turned to the turtle. “Let's go."

The pair rushed out of the longhouse,with Zeke ignoring the whistles and laughter of his fellow training Guardsmen. They all had been in similar situations before, so it was fair game. The antelope was fast with Zeke having trouble keeping up, but as they got closer to the target building he could hear the aforementioned disturbance. The crashing of glass, breaking of wood, and the colorful language only spoken by angry men.

The doors of the tavern burst open and the sight of a half-naked spider arriving at the tavern wasn't even noticed. The center of the commotion was an angry and drunk alligator - the village's best logger - surrounded by other men who were trying to wrestle the man to the ground. However, the reptile was clearly wasted past the point of reason. He was stumbling and slurring his insults, but was still able to stay standing and throwing punches and wing slashes at anyone who got close.

The drunk logger was a hard man to reason with even when sober. But his drunk rage was putting people in danger.

“Langdon!" Zeke growled. “LANGDON!"

The crowd finally noticed the presence of the guardsmen - identified by the badge stitched into the pouch of the jockstrap he wore. There were some gasps, some whistles, and some blushing faces, with the men surrounding the gator stepping back.

Zeke ignored the reactions, muscles tense and ready to strike like a viper should the drunkard make a move he didn't like.

The bleary-eyed reptile regarded him. “What are you… looking at… Fuzzy?" He laughed at his own insult, stumbling forward a few steps while his mind struggled to form the words he was constructing. “You think I'm scared… of you? Or maybe you… came to tell this… shit-head to give… me more booze!"

The chameleon behind the bar, scanned his fist onto the counter. “You've had enough for today, Langdon! You have to leave!"

“NO! I can… pay for more… booze. So I want… more BOOZE!"

Zeke hoped his embarrassed blush was hidden by his black hair like fuzz, hiding his shame under his stoic authority. “He can't give you more. Come with me, Langdon. Now."

“Are you… stupid… or just dumb?" Langdon clumsily walked closer to the already aggravated arachnid, poking his chest and yelling at the same volume as before. “I'm not leaving until I get another drink!"

Zeke felt the shove planted in his chest and he hadn't expected it to be so strong. He stumbled backward and fell into a table that crumbled under his massive weight. The guys that had been eating and drinking there, jumped up and helped the tarantula back to his feet - averting their eyes from his nearly naked body.

Though Zeke did feel a hand touch his hot sore cheeks making his blushing deeper as something sticky was removed from his butt cheek.

“Enough!" The Guardsman chose duty over empathy and stomped towards the croc. The drunk was too slow to react and Zeke grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He slammed the drunkard into the bar, knowing he felt no pain in the moment.

“Get your… hands off me!"

“You want to throw a tantrum like a kid that doesn't get his way? Fine, I'll wear you out like one." With a hand holding the squirming reptile to the bar, he growled. “Pull your pants down."

“What the-" The croc laughed. “No way. I want my drink." He pounded his fists into the bar like a bratty child.

“Pull your pants down." The looming Guardsman spoke with the slow tone of a disappointed father scolding a rowdy boy. “Now."

There was no room for discussion in the tone, but all the drunken reptile had in him was fight. He stomped his feet, awkwardly bumping his knees into the sturdy wooden bar. “You're naked, you idiot! I'm not going to-"

“If you don't do what I say, I'll tie you to the bar and watch everyone in here spank you before I punish you anyway!"

“But… y-you can't…" But even as drunk as he was, Langdon knew that wasn't true. The Guardsmen had a lot of leeway when it came to punishing men because of the protection they provided. He was going to get spanked, but his next choice would determine how bad it was.

“O-okay." The gator moved his hands down, awkwardly fiddling with his pants until he skid them and his underwear down, baring his round scaly buttocks.

Zeke wasted no more time and lifted his hand up, swinging it down hard. The sound of that first impact clenched the cheeks of every man present.

“Yeah! Spank him good!"

“Make him cry!"

“Maybe a good beating will sober him up!"

Zeke ignored the comments, his own embarrassment at being nearly naked in front of these drunk men fueling his strikes against the twisting rump he was punishing. The tarantula was spanking the drunkard with the intent of making the humiliation worse for the squirming reptilian.

The loud claps burst like firecrackers above the hooping and hollering, equally drunk males that were witnessing the administration of public punishment. The burly spider looked more Bully than defender as his large palm walloped the gator's scaly butt repeatedly. The large reptile wasn't the only man squirming as the awkward discipline was rained down… each man in the tavern had felt the same sting burn their rumps at one point or another.

“Stop! OWWW! I said-"

SLAP! SLAP!

“Shut up. You made your choice." Zeke stated flatly while twisting his wrist to put extra snap into the flat of his palm.

Langdon was furious and pissed, raging with drunk fury, but was left impotent when it came to busting free of the grip holding him down to the bar. What wasn't impotent was the alligator's raging erection, fueled by a combination of the ale and adrenaline in his system. He covered his face with his hands and groaned, desperately hoping that no one could see his boner and think that he liked what was happening.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP1

“AAAOOOOWWWW! PLEASE STOP! I DON'T NEED A DRINK THIS BAD! AHHH!"

Zeke knew eyes were on the sizzling gator butt he was spanking, just as he knew there was eyes on his still bright red cheeks. Some of the men stood up from their tables together a better view of the action. Zeke kept an eye on them, smirking as he decided to make the display even more humiliating for the drunk.

“Say you're sorry."

“Wha-FUCK YOU! Get off me!

Zeke gave the gator a hefty wallop, right across his already stinging ass cheeks, palming and kneading the reptile's buttocks. “I won't say it again."

“Ahhhh… d-don't do that." The skin of his butt was hot and throbbing from the savage spanking. But it was made so much worse by the attention that it was getting… as if all the burning in his cheek was pulled into that one small point. “It hurts!" The gator hissed, before looking at the chameleon."I'm s-sorry. I'll be good."

Zeke looked to the lizard as well. “What say you, Arko? Satisfied?"

The chameleon snorted, but grinned. “Yeah. He's okay, Zeke. Thanks."

“Of course." Still with a hand on the gator's butt, Zeke leaned to get close to the scaly face. “Remember this the next time you get cut off."

“REmember wh-AURGH!"

The arachnid's big hand drew back and gave one last spank, reigniting the pain of the spank all over again. The gator was allowed up, and he hopped around comically rubbing his sore butt while hollering. The bar patrons laughed and even Zeke allowed himself to grin. These men were rough sometimes, but they were good men worthy of his protection… and deserving of his discipline.

“Give me your pants, Langdon."

langdon turned to protest, but given what had just happened, he decided it was better to comply. He handed the garments over to the stern spider. “Now get back to work at the lumber mill."

A furious blush covered his face, with his distaste for the punishment clear. “Fine."

“What did you say?" Zeke furrowed his brow and lifted up a large hand in a warning gesture so the reptile got the message.

“Y-yes sir."

“Get out of here, brat."

The crocodile logger stormed out of the tavern, with the men still inside bursting into laughs and cheers. Zeke grinned and joined in their laughter, his own rear still sore and throbbing, but the laughter cooled the heat in his rump.

Though it would still be a good while before he could sit anywhere comfortably.