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Scents of polish occupied his nose while warm laughter filled his ears and heart. Zeke sat on a bench polishing his armor after picking it up from the ground. He had done his job of punishing

the thief and humiliating him as a lesson to the watching crowd.

But he himself had committed a wrong. He knew it… the other guardsmen knew as well. They could see it on his face as he hurriedly cleaned his armor.

“Nice job beating the ass of that thief, Zeke.” An slightly chubby crocodile guardsman praised while taking a break from his training.

“Damn thieves!” A octopus guardsman growled out, punching the training dummy he was practicing with. “What kind of man trains himself only to sneak and steal from more moral men? Cowards!”

“You’re just mad that a thief made off with your underwear last week.”

Laughter burst into the room - even from the cephalopod.

“Oh yeah, I remember that day!” A rotund but beefy frog asserted from the room’s hot bath. “The best sight was watching him run after that frog bare assed!”

“I wouldn’t laugh too loud if I were you.” Another guardsman, a hammerhead shark, asserted while sharpening his sword on a grinder. “Weren’t you the one that got spanked by bandits who left you tied to a signpost?”

“We all have stories like that. It’s part of why we do this, isn’t it?” A elephant guardsman assured, restringing a bow as he chuckled at the stories being shared. “I mean, I got my ass beat by a lava monster before I captured it.”

“It’s true we all have stories like that. But you're the only one here that actually looks to get that kind of attention.” The water, along with the croc's belly, rippled with the force of his jovial laughter.

The other guardsmen joined the raucous laughter, not stopping what they were doing. The atmosphere was warm with all of them having similar stories to share. But when the door opened again, the atmosphere froze.

Everyone moved a second later. Every guardsmen stood straight up and saluted their captain.

“Captain Rossum, sir!” All the guardsmen said in unison.

Captain Rossum Greentail entered the indoor portion of the training area. The dark scales of the frilled lizard’s face was framed with the same majestic frill that had adorned his father… and his father before him. A chuckle broke the lizard’s lips seeing that some of the men saluting him were naked.

“Relax, soldiers.” Returning to their various tasks, Captain Rossum made his way to his target. The big bottomed orca had tried to avoid eye contact while still attending to his armor. “Zeke, there you are. I wanted to first convey my admiration for you taking down that thief at the fair. Turns out he was the one we’ve been looking for stealing our reserves last week.”

Zeke was surprised at this, making the mistake of looking up at the Captain. The instant he did, he saw those stern eyes cutting him down without a single word. “Th-thank you, sir.”

“Of course. I always praise my men when they do good jobs.” Captain Rossum turned away from the orca. “That thief also stole these.”

The stoic lizard held up a pair of skimpy undergarments that were colored a light blue with ducks stitched into them. The octopus guardsman’s eyes went wide as saw the underwear, with more laughter bursting into the room after that.

“Awwwww…those are cute!” The crocodile said.

Snatching the underwear from his Captain, the octopus bowed his head. “Thank you for returning my underoos, sir.” The respect was there, of course, but there was also a solid blush on his face as he returned to his training.

“It’s okay to make a mistake, soldiers. A miscalculation in your training will happen, it’s the nature of jobs and duties.however, when that mistake is in full view of the civilians we are charged with protecting…”

Zeke felt his heart catch in his throat and tried to swallow the lump that formed there. The whole time the Captain was talking to all the men present, he felt the words aimed at him. Slowly, and with held breath, Zeke lifted his gaze… and saw that Captain Rossum was looking down on him again. Despite being physically bigger than the feline, at this moment he felt like a boy standing in front of his father who was disappointed in him.

“…then it becomes a problem that needs correcting. Don’t you agree, Zeke Swiftclaw?”

All eyes were on him, but the only eyes that mattered were the ones that made him feel so small. He knew what he had done… and now, he knew the captain did as well. Zeke sighed, his ears flattening to his head while his gaze lowered.

“Yes, sir.”

Captain rossum looked over the tarantula, crushing him under the weight of his authority. “How did your armor get dirty?”

Zeke squirmed on the bench he was seated on. The power of the lizard’s gaze bore into him even without seeing it. He clutched his armor a bit tighter, not wanting it to slip from his grasp and further sully his good name. “I… uh… I took it off. But it was g-“

A hand was held up to silence the bear. “No excuses. That armor represents authority and duty. And you discarded it in pursuit of a cheap thrill. Worst still, you did it in front of the people you’re charged with protecting.”

Zeke couldn't say anything… didn’t dare to. His fellow guardsmen all watched silently as the captain spoke. The words might have been aimed at Zeke, but they were words that they’d all heard from time to time.

“Now, I’m assuming that you didn’t forget all of what I’ve been teaching you and can recall what the punishment is for discarding your armor during duty?”

The Dark cheeks of the arachnid burned pink with a hot embarrassed blush. “Y-yes sir. “

“Then set your armor down and let’s get to it.”

“Uh… right here?”

Captain Rossum didn’t say anything and only let the silence be the answer.

Zeke hated when he felt the hairs on the back of his thick neck stood on end while looking at the floor. And not many men could get that reaction out of him, but under the stern eyes of the Captain, there was no avoiding it.

As he stood up, Zeke knew the other guardsmen were looking at him. This made this embarrassing moment even worse.

“And since you want to be out of your armor so badly, then you can stay out of it for the rest of the day.” Captain Rossum stated with an even tone that left no room for negotiation.

Some of the guardsmen had sympathetic expressions for the bear, but others were trying to hide their chuckles from the lizard… lest they get swept up in the punishments as well.

With no way out of his punishment, Zeke unfastened his pants and slid them down. His muscular body was full display now of his own volition, which made it even more humiliating. He was stopped when he stepped forward, his confused blushing face questioning the stern feline.

“A big strong guardsman like you needs more than a firm hand. Go fetch me a tool.“

Zeke’s eyes went wide, but he quickly turned away, far too embarrassed to hold eye contact with his superior. His heart beat faster and his chest rose and fell quickly. Regret squeezed his chest like a snake crushing its prey.

Why did I take my armor off?! That damned thief is going to pay for this!

Walking past the other guardsmen, Zeke trudged. On the far wall of this room was all manner of implements that the Guardsmen used in their specialized training. Paddles, belts, switches, and more all had their place of honor on the shelves - with other implements hanging from hooks.

The large tarantula scanned them all. He had used nearly all of them to train and most of them in his duties. He could even remember the sting some of them brought to his own backside. The Captain was waiting on him… would be waiting no matter how long he stood there. No matter what he picked the captain was going to make his upcoming punishment hurt.

Green eyes looked frantically over the implements, sweat dripping from his brow. He cursed the thief again… but that’s not right. The gecko had committed a crime and been punished. In the pursuit of that punishment, Zeke had broken a rule and now he needed to be punished too.

His shoulders slumped and he sighed, eyes settling on a cane. The thin wooden cane looked brittle, but the bear knew better. He picked it up and turned around to walk back to the Captain.

“Not that one.”

Zeke froze with wide eyes looking at the Captain, then down to the cane in his hands. Once again the lizard remained silent after those words, making Zeke cringe internally as there was no pleading, no negotiation. He had chosen wrong… or maybe the Captain just wanted him to squirm.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Zeke returned to the implements and looked them over again. His breathing quickened as he stood there analyzing which tool would hurt the least in the hands of his Captain. Picking up a black wooden paddle, Zeke groaned at the pain he’d be facing under its brutal bite and began to turn around.

“Not that one either.”

“Wha… Captain. Okay.” Zeke couldn’t complain. He had put himself into this position. He deserved this for disrespecting his duties. He returned to the implements again, the anticipation of the upcoming spanking was mixing with memories of past spankings.

Was it the Captain’s intention to make him dread this whole situation even more? Any one of these implements would be worthy of punishing him. Zeke grabbed the handle of a quirt, the metal handle secured around the tightly woven dual leather whips. As soon as he touched it he knew he’d feel it’s sting.

His heart was beating like a drum in his ears and every silent prayer was hoping that he’d hear the lizard’s voice again. But when turned around… the feline was silent.

Dammit!

But again, Zeke Swiftclaw had no one to blame but himself. He was acutely aware, however, that also the consequence was his alone… this public punishment was a warning. The same way the thieving skunk was a warning to the civilians. His spanking would be a warning to the other Guardsmen.

Handing the quirt to the Captain, Zeke was breathing so fast that he felt dizzy. Or maybe it was the blood rushing to his manhood, that couldn't tell the difference between excitement and dread.

“Good choice. This will give you a good lesson to remember and reflect on. Now bend over.”

Zeke didn’t want to. Oh god, he’d give anything not to follow that order. But there was no exit… no retreat… he needed to do this to be the best guardsman he could. So, with grim resolve, he turned his back on the Black and Green lizard and bent forward. The tarantula grabbed his ankles and presented every inch of his plump beefy buttocks for judgment.

“Why are you being punished?” Captain Droxys lightly dragged the leather whips across the bare backside.

“I discarded my armor callously in front of the civilians. Doing so was a visual metaphor of me throwing away my authority and indulging my own desires. I betrayed the honor of the Guardsmen and will strive to do better on the future.”

“Well said. It was that well spoken the last time we did this as well.”

THWIP! CRACK!

“AHH!” Zeke shouted, but didn’t dare move.

“I’m beginning to think you break these minor rules on purpose.”

THWIP! CRACK!

Ah…OW! I assure you, Captain, I don’t break… AHH… these rules on purpose.” The strikes were feeling like a hot lash of iron was streaking across his fur and exoplating. But the trained warden stood his ground and took what was coming to him. “I get swept up in my duties… grrr…and lose focus. It’s a flaw that I continue to struggle with.”

“That seems a brittle excuse, Zeke Swiftclaw.”

The repeated use of his full name was a tactic the Captain used to humiliate those he punishes. And it was an effective tactic, especially on those men whose fathers did the same thing.

Though Zeke’s father never used a quirt.

THWIP! CRACK!

“AHHH! OW!” The bear roared out as more swift biting strikes licked his ample rump. The thick coat of gray fur didn’t hide the red lashes forming on his skin like looked more like grill marks on a well cooked steak.

Captain Rossum casually flicked his wrist, sending the hand-held leather switches against the squirming cheeks. He noticed the other guardsmen watching him punish the spider with mixed expressions. “Carry on or you can join him.”

There was a moment that passed by among the guardsmen, broken only by the cracking of the quirt across the bare arachnid buns. They all stood up and moved towards the pair. Those that had clothing on were removing it, while the wet crocodile was already naked.

“Move over Zeke. You’ve gotten my ass out of the fire before,” the rotund male dropped to his hands and knees and ground his naked hip against Zeke’s, his larger ass jiggling while he shook it. “Its only fair that I take some of the heat too.”

Despite the burning stinging in his rump, Zeke smiled at his fellow gaurdsmen who all kneeled before their Captain and presented their butts for punishment… his punishment. “Thanks, guys.”

“Many hands make light work.” The elephant said, making sure his tail was out of the way. “Though in our case, I guess it’s ‘Many butts make light punishments.”

Laughter erupted from the makes in front of him, bringing a smile to the lizard captain’s face. The loyalty his men shared was truly inspirational… but he still had his duties. “So, you all wish to bear the pain together? Then I’ll need a a change of tool, I think.”

The guardsmen watched over their shoulders while the lion made several hand gestures and reached his hands out. A second later, two paddles flew into his hands, with the lizard smirking. “Let’s say ten hard swats each.”

SMACK.SMACK SMACK

Pained hollers filled the room while Captain Droxys split the punishment evenly among the present guardsmen. Zeke would still learn his lesson and the bonds between his men would be strengthened in the fires currently igniting on their presented backsides.

SMACK.SMACK SMACK

“Don’t forget to count boys!”

“YES, SIR, CAPTAIN DROXYS!” All the males shouted in unison, together in their punishment so they could all withstand it together.

SMACK.SMACK SMACK

“THREE SIR, CAN WE HAVE MORE?”

“Yes, of course, you can!” Said the amused lizard as he stood up and began to swing the paddles with more force.