What A Waspy Time

Not So Bad Now

Andrei's firm and muscular cheeks bounced with the sudden smack, the loud clapping noise echoing through the street. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed out, not expecting to be spanked so hard! While his ass was firm, they did have a delicious bounce to them when hit. Definitely a very spankable rear-end~

Twisting his head around to 'stare' at Finnegan, the wedgied wasp growled out in a pained and embarrassed tone, "W...why you... you fucking... a spanking, really!? How fucking gay and... and fuck- NGHHAAAAAAH!"

"If you'd like, I could taze you again~" Finnegan said with a hint of seriousness in his voice, before he spoke again as he reeled his hands back, "Besides, judging from your two other victims, that's

fuckin' hypocritical of you to say, mate."

Finnegan wasted no more breathes talking, instead, he spent them

those asscheeks. The paper wasp would swap his methods from large and controlled smacks, to light but rapid slaps as he played the butt like a drum. Tawes, meanwhile, recorded

, laughing like a madman as he did.

Soon, a good ten or so minutes had passed. Luckily, no one else seemed to be watching (from outside their homes at least), so the cops continued the session to their heart's content. Finnegan eventually finished his drumming session with three hard and fast smacks, before he laughed and turned to his partner.

"You wanna go?"

"Fuck yeah, I do!" Tawes said as the two swapped places, Finnegan taking the phone and resuming the film, while Tawes got behind the now reddened behind.

Every single smack earned either a groan or a squeal from Andrei. While he tried internalizing the pain at first, after a good fifty smacks, his walls began to break down. After a hundred hits, most of the fight had left him. He laid on the ground, his now deep-red ass clenching and spasming from the burning pain.

When Andrei heard Tawes move behind him, he let out a deep, defeated groan, "R...really? Come on, guys. I've... I've fucking learned my lesson..." Conceding to the two cops was probably his best chance of escaping

ass-beating. But given what he did to Bloomberg, his fellow wasps were out for blood. He knew there was no chance in hell he was getting away.

So he relaxed his asscheeks and prepared for another spanking. Hopefully, he managed to keep his cool and not break down like a bitch.

As Finnegan prepared to record, Tawes got into position. However, instead of a hand, Andrei would feel a cold piece of metal. Tawes had extended his baton, and was currently resting it atop the right cheek of the large wasp. Then, with a chuckle, he asked Andrei, "So, tell me. Do you honestly think you've learned your lesson?"

As he spoke, he thumped the left asscheek with his finger. Finnegan, still filming, just looked at his partner and raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was planning as they both awaited a response from Andrei.

Andrei's eyes immediately shot open. The fucking baton!? That was just... "Okay, okay, fine! I've learned my lesson! Are you happy!?" Though there was aggravation in his tone, fear was definitely far more prevalent. He definitely did not want to be spanked with a metal baton and he was willing to concede in order to do that!

Squirming, he twisted his head around to look at Tawes. Though he was mostly blinded, he could just barely make out the red wasp through the fabric. He desperately hoped what he said was enough...

Sorry This is rather short

To be continued