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Poor Iggy!	By : Susiebeeca Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3013 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Poor Iggy!
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Iggy stood in front of Kammy's door for twenty minutes, his paw alternating between his
pocket and the knob. It had been a few weeks since his latest brilliant idea had gone berserk, and
he was still feeling the repercussions. Since his missile-launcher hadn't had an adequate cooling
system installed, it had blown up in the most spectacular way, launching three-fourths of itself as
well as most of the laboratory roof into the stratosphere. For hours the missiles overheated and
went off sporadically, shooting all the way into Desert Land. He didn't even want to know how
many towns had been evacuated.
After that he'd not only had to spend every waking minute rebuilding the lab and cleaning
up the mess, but he'd had to pay out of his own pocket (and out of his future pockets for years to
come) for the surrounding damages. By some small miracle, no one had been hurt. Well, except
for Kammy--she'd been knocked off her broom by a falling piece of missile casing and had been
in the hospital on a morphine drip for the last half-month. Iggy had only been sent to apologize
just now because the poor woman had been too furious to be in the same room as him before.
Now that she was back in her own home, it was assumed that she had calmed down enough to
keep from beating his head with a bedpan.
Sighing, Iggy made a small fist and rapped on the door.
"Come in, it's open," came a voice from inside.
Iggy drew a deep breath and stepped inside, closing the door shut behind him. Kammy,
leaning a little to the side of her crutch, was fixing something at the table; she turned around with
a smile that quickly turned into a scowl.
"You!" she snapped.
"Er... heh." He swallowed and wiped his mouth. "Uh, I came by to, um, apologize..."
As best as she could with a thick cast wrapped to her knee, Kammy stormed up to him
until he was backed against the door. "Do you have ANY idea how much pain you put me
through?!" she spat. Iggy flinched into his shoulders; even though she was a foot and a half
shorter than him--and effectively hobbled--he still felt his heart jackhammering against his ribs.
"I have second-degree burns on my back from where your stupid missile part hit me," she
continued, "and I could have broken my neck from that fall! I was lucky it was only my leg that
snapped...and even THEN I had to wait for HOURS before your bombs stopped firing long
enough for a rescue team to make it out to me without them getting blown to pieces, too!"
He whimpered. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--"
"I'm missing time from my work because of this, you know!"
"But you're still getting paid," he said feebly.
That got him a slap across the face. "That's not the point! Do you know how many
projects had to be stalled because I was trussed up in a hospital bed with three layers of gauze
packed over my shoulders?!"
Before he could answer, she'd turned on her good heel and limped over to the chair by the
window. "Come here," she ordered.
Glancing over his shoulder, Iggy nervously trotted to her side. He nearly shed his skin
when she reached over and unsnapped the fastening on his pants. "Kammy!! What the--?!"
With a flick of the wrist she flipped him belly-down on her lap, secured his neck with a
grip on his hair, and with the other paw she unbuttoned the tail-guard at the back of his pants and
yanked them down to his knees. "I don't know why your father never gave you a good thrashing
like you deserve," she said. "In my day kids would get whipped for far less than what you did----spoiled little brat!"

Then it hit him: he was going to get a spanking. Iggy bit down hard on the insides of his
mouth to keep from snerking. The situation looked ridiculous enough with his lanky body draped
across her legs and his ass in the air; he didn't know how he'd keep from laughing when she'd
start swatting him with a hairbrush or a ruler.
That image disappeared like blown smoke when he felt his boxers being pulled down too.
He bucked up and shouted "Hey!", but Kammy grabbed the scruff of his neck with her claws and
pinned him back down.
"What are you doing?" Iggy squealed, wriggling to try and look her in the face. She kept
him down firmly.
"If you're going to learn your lesson, I'm going to have to do this right," she said. After
letting him squirm uncomfortably with his tail as far down over his bare buttocks as it could go,
Kammy let loose a harsh smack that made him jump; it left pink streaks on his scales. Iggy's
throat closed a few times. No, this was just weird. Her bare palm on his bare... another smack,
harder this time, and Iggy's body jerked again.
Then with her anger growing into a rage, Kammy started wailing on him with unrelenting
slaps, over and over again until his rear was bruised to red. Biting his tongue didn't help, this
time Iggy was yelping out loud at every crack. She finally paused to give her stinging paw a
break, and again Iggy wiggled as he tried to ignore the hot, shameful bite on his rump that was
mirrored in the dark blush on his face. He wondered how much of him she could see back there,
and struggled to pull his shorts up a few more inches.
Now that the torrent had stopped, Iggy suddenly became aware of her perfume. His face
was being held down where her thigh met her hips, and his muzzle was very close to the purple
fabric of her robes. She was wearing something that smelled like a flower...then the memory hit
him of Larry cutting off lilac branches and bringing them inside to air out the sulphur smell in the
lab. Iggy closed his eyes and breathed in her sweetness.
Kammy slapped his rear again, but this time the sharp zing of embarrassment and pain
was rounded with something else. As the spanking picked up speed, Iggy screwed his eyes shut
and tried to focus on the sweat trickling down into his shell...and not on the swelling feeling in
his groin. To have a woman holding him down and smacking his butt--well, he wouldn't admit
to ever thinking of it that way, but it had hurried through his thoughts a few times under the
covers alone. He moaned helplessly as he slid out of his sheath; the top half of his penis lodged
between his stomach and Kammy's thigh. Suddenly Kammy froze, her paw in mid-swipe in the
air.
Oh lord. If Iggy had thought he was embarrassed before, he knew nothing of the
humiliation he'd feel when she started laughing. Still holding him immovable on her lap, Kammy
leaned forward and rested her forehead on Iggy's shell, shaking with laughter. "Oh my word,"
she said, wiping a tear from behind her glasses, "It's not much of a punishment if you're enjoying
it this much, is it?"
Iggy didn't answer, instead staring at the back of his eyelids and dreaming of the sweet
release of death.
"I suppose this is my fault. I should have known better." She tickled the exposed backs of
his thighs, and Iggy mewled pathetically. "You boys are just ready to burst at this age, aren't
you?"
Why is she taunting me? he thought, tears starting in his eyes. A much gentler
hand rested on his tail and began to fondle, making him arch as he resisted all his bodily urges to
press back up against her. Finally Kammy put her beak next to his ear and spoke.
"Now. You'll promise to test-run all of your inventions in a safe, unpopulated place from
now on?"
Her thumb was stroking up and down the underside of his tail. "Yes ma'am," he said
meekly. Yes, yes, anything!!
"You won't go screwing around with things out of your league?"
The little double-entendre made his insides spring. "No ma'am, I promise."
"Good. Get off me."
Iggy sprang to his feet and nearly brained himself on the carpet when he tripped over his
pants. He wrestled with his boxers with one hand, desperately trying to cover himself with the
other.
"Goodness, child, did you hurt yourself?" Kammy asked. She did have some mercy in
her---she was at least looking away.
"Naw, I'm fine," Iggy muttered as he managed to get his fly buttoned up. Oh, how that
ached.
She took his chin in her paw and looked him in the eye. "Alright. You be good."
He grunted something like "uh-huh" as he tore out the door. Oh, he was in a bad way. In
fact he was in probably the absolute worst of ways as he could ever have imagined. He ran as
best he could with such a painful hard-on, all the way to his room where he would lock the door,
push the bed in front of it, and hump the pillows like a crazed monkey. And, of course, think up a
whole list of less dangerous ways to knock a witch off her broom again.
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Poor Iggy!