Pinocchio lay upon the worktable with his head buried in his arms, moaning every time he tried to move and sobbing hoarsely in between. And with good reason. His entire ass and the tops of his thighs were now all colors of red, from crimson to scarlet to fuschia to, in some patches, a deep angry magenta. For some reason he was still wearing one of his kneesocks, the only piece of clothing he had left on, and its bright stripes eerily matched some of the colors on his punished backside. His entire body was glistening with sweat and salt, and his hair was matted and stuck up and out every which way.
Taking all this in, all of Gepetto's sudden and unreasonable animosity toward Pinocchio melted away and the old man was overcome by a wave of sympathy for his son, and even some pride in how well he had come through his ordeal. He moved rapidly to take his son by the shoulders and embrace him. As he did so, Pinocchio hugged him back, burying his face in his father's chest and gripping his arms in a tight embrace.
"Oh, my boy, my boy, I am sorry you had to be punished so, but...."
Still sobbing, Pinocchio managed to interrupt at once. "I deserved it. I was bad. Oh Father, I am so ASHAMED." and here the youth erupted in fresh sobs.
"There, there," said Gepetto, freeing one of his arms to pet his son on the head. "Your punishment is over now. Now you can go on being a good boy for your poppa."
"But, poppa....," began Pinocchio, a little muffled because his face was still buried in Gepetto's chest, "everyone SAW me. My nose was growing, and I was NAKED, and I got a boner, and...." Pinocchio raised his head to look up at his father with a red and tear-stained face. Even his nose was swollen, though this time from crying and not lying.
"Now, now, Pinocchio. Everyone here today has seen a little boy without his clothes on before."
"But I am not so little, poppa. In places, I mean," he finished weakly, not wanting to be thought boasting. Gepetto pooh-poohed Pinocchio's fears of being laughed and urged him to get down from the worktable. But this proved easier said than done. Every muscle in Pinocchio's body had been strained and tensed during his paddling, and now they all screamed in agony as he gingerly got down off the counter. Once again, Gepetto took pity on his punished son and, gesturing for him to wait, went to fetch a big copper tub and several pails of water.
Gently Gepetto helped Pinocchio step into the tub. Father and son both ignored the fact that the erection Pinocchio had inexplicably grown during his ordeal had not gone down and was still angrily jutting out from the boy's crotch. Gepetto poured a jug of blissfully cool water over Pinocchio's matted hair and then, using soft cloths, proceeded to give Pinocchio and much needed and thorough bath. He removed all the salt off of Pinocchio's face, applied cool cloths to reduce the swelling of his reddened eyes and nose, washed the sweat off his hairy chest and armpits and ever, ever so gently, soaped and rinsed Pinocchio's red, red bottom. Pinocchio groaned with pleasure at these ministrations.
Kneeling down to rinse off Pinocchio's long legs, Gepetto was confronted once more with his son's huge penis, still hard after all this time. After taking care of Pinocchio's two legs, Gepetto took pity on Pinocchio for a third time, wrapped a wet cloth around his embarrassed son's bone and gave a gentle tug. Pinocchio gasped in surprise and immediately shot a huge load into the waiting cloth. Gepetto waited patiently for the last contraction and then swiftly fetched a towel and gently dried his son off.
Dry and clean, Pinocchio leaned down to give his father another tight embrace. "Oh, thank you father. I feel so much better. May I go up to bed now? I am not really hungry." Gepetto agreed at once, even though the sun was still high in the summer sky. Moving stiffly, Pinocchio managed to get upstairs to his room and fall into his bed. Not before catching sight of his rear in the mirror though. Pinocchio began groaning again as he saw how red and angry his ass looked. Gingerly he tried to touch the glowing flesh and drew back his fingertip at once from the heat. Oh well, there was nothing to do but try to sleep. Fortunately the night was warm, for Pinocchio could not endure even the lightest of linen sheets touching his ass.
Lying on his stomach, Pinocchio stretched in discomfort and realized that his wayward penis was acting up again, squirming curiously despite having been thoroughly milked mere minutes before. Pinocchio was just about to reach down between his legs when he stopped and thought. What shall I do if Father asks me tomorrow if I misbehaved again? I shall die of shame if I have to admit that I did. But what if I say I didn't and my nose grows longer once more? That would be even more shamemaking. Pinocchio resolved not to touch himself and lay there trying to will his perverse member into softness.
When this didn't work, he tried to think of something else. The easiest thing to think of was the acute burning sensation in his punished rear. That certainly wouldn't help him sleep either. Pinocchio punched his pillow hard and tried again to settle to sleep, wishing and wishing that his ass would feel better sooner rather than later.
The sun set and the moon rose, and still Pinocchio grunted and groaned and could not sleep for the pain in his rear. It was not until far into the night that the boy finally fell asleep, and when he did so, he began to have a most peculiar dream.
Pinocchio dreamed that he was standing in his father's old room that he had run away from many years before. In his dream he was a puppet again, made of wood and wearing the absurd paper suit Gepetto had made for him to go to school in. For some reason, in the dream, he was not looking up at Gepetto, as he had done when he was a puppet, but down from a height as he did now. He looked down at himself and realized that, though once again made of wood, he was otherwise just as he was now, a great tall youth rather than a little boy.
He also saw, to his horror, that the front of his paper pants were quite flat, just as they had been when he had been a dickless puppet. Immediately he reached down to feel his groin and discovered nothing more than a small wooden bump where his manhood used to be. Suddenly Gepetto was there in front of him shouting. "Stop that, you naughty little puppet. I will teach you a lesson with a kiss!"
"A kiss?", exclaimed Pinocchio in a high little voice. A kiss on your backside from Mr. Paddle, said Gepetto holding up a wicked looking wooden paddle. 'Why do you call it Mr. Paddle?', asked Pinocchio, and he was amazed when two of the knots on the paddle's face opened and became eyes. Then, a third opened below them and became a mouth that spoke to Pinocchio!
"Bend over and take your kisses like a man," croaked the paddle's mouth in a creaky voice.
Pinocchio was frightened, but wouldn't admit it. "I will not! You can't make me!", he squeaked.
"Come here quickly," went on the paddle, "for I long to kiss your ass." The paddle's mouth then began to make horrible smacking motions that frightened Pinocchio even more.
"No I won't! I'll run away!", shouted Pinocchio, and suiting the action to the word, he turned and ran out the door as fast as his long legs could carry him. As he began to run, he could hear the whispery voice of the paddle in his ear saying 'You can't run away from me.' Paying no heed, Pinocchio ran out the door and instantly found himself, instead of in the street, in a forest and it was pitch black night.
Because he was dreaming, Pinocchio had a firm, clear path beneath his feet and was able to run on and on without tripping or stumbling. However, he could hear two voices calling his name behind him, and when he turned over his shoulder to look he saw not one, but two paddles flying through the air behind him. As he watched one of them increased its speed and flew straight for his rear end. At the last moment the flying paddle turned sideways and connected with his pumping buttocks with a resounding crack of wood on wood that nearly deafened Pinocchio.
Howling with pain he tried to increase his speed, but he could hear the second paddle whistling through the air behind him and, sure enough, CRACK! Another horrible swat landed square on his hard buns. Turning around to look behind him once more, Pinocchio now saw FOUR flying paddles chasing him through the forest. This time, two at once came flying for him, one taking each cheek to deliver a burning "kiss" to his ass.
Even in his dream Pinocchio could feel the sharp pain followed by a hollow throb. Still running with all his might he reached behind and cupped his aching buttocks with his hands trying to massage away the pain. But his wooden buttocks had no give to them and scraping his wooden hands over them only made them feel worse. And worse yet, when the next set of blows arrived, the magic paddles went right through Pinocchio's arms and hands as if they weren't there and CRACK! CRACK!! Each check received still another stinging swat.
Screaming with pain, Pinocchio threw himself down on the ground and began to sob as FIVE paddles caught up with him and began to cover his backside with blows, so swiftly that the echoing crack from the first wasn't done before the second began. Pinocchio kicked his legs and beat the ground with his fists. "STOP!, STOP!!, I beg of you. I cannot stand any more!"
To his surprise, the paddles stopped at once, and when he turned around to look they had all vanished. But when he turned his head frontways, the first Mr. Paddle was floating right in front of his face and the knothole mouth was whispering to him. "Your ass is so delicious to kiss. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Enjoyed it!", cried Pinocchio. "Indeed I did not! I never want you to kiss me again!" At this, the paddle opened its mouth once more and began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?", said Pinocchio, only to realize that his nose was slowly swelling. Pinocchio watched in horror as the tip of his nose, no longer made of wood, swelled into a knob and stretched out to get closer and closer to Mr. Paddle's laughing mouth.
At the very moment that the fleshy tube of Pinocchio's growing nose met the wooden lips of Mr. Paddle, Pinocchio awoke to find the sun streaming in his window and a warm, sticky puddle between his legs.
To be continued....
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