Spanksgiving 4 Brat (Patreon)

The night was boring like any other. Stock more shelves, again. Polish the floors, again. Clean up the same mess that old Mrs. Ollo left at the coffee machine--AGAIN. The monotony was starting to take its toll on ol' Kinkenstein and even the usual distractions were leaving his head in a state of wonder. “It’s almost closing time, we're almost done,” he said to himself. That is, until he heard a thud against the window followed by another, heftier, thud.  

With a cocked brow he investigated the sound only to see two sets of cheeks lining his window. One belonged to his son and the other to his boyfriend. At first Mr. Kinkenstein was perplexed. “This isn’t real? Right? Why would he--?” he whispered to himself, still taking in the sight of the mounds pushed against the glass. The doctor was about to call out to them--when his son suddenly put a finger up, flipping him off. With a hot rush of rage, Kinkenstein ran outside just as the boys were bending over to grab their pants. But before they could pull 'em up, Kinkenstein got both miscreants in hand. “Don’t worry, YOU wont need 'em!” he said as he dragged the half-naked men back into his shop, tripping over their pants, and locked the door behind them.  

He flexed his knuckles and retrieved a paddle from under his desk etched with the words 'Ruff' on it. “Now w-wait Mr. K- Kinkenstein, this was R-ruff’s idea!” stammered out Comet.   “I saw TWO asses pushed against my glass, Comet, not one!” replied the doctor. And that was the last plea Kinkenstein would hear, as pretty soon the only naughty moons out that night were red ones.