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A *swish* cut through the air, heralding a sharp *crack* against skin. Markus wasn't exactly sure how many licks they've given him, but the large stallion did know one thing: it was really starting to hurt.

He grunted as the switch smacked across his bare bottom once again, leaving a faint line across the muscular cream-colored pony ass in a small series of several. He pulled slightly against his restraints, although he knew it was pointless, he was strapped into the stocks and there was no getting out, but it made him feel like he was doing something beyond getting his ass smacked over and over.

Markus glanced over to his side, his black and beige half-brother wasn't doing much better. Zarc had gotten the paddle, a thick piece of wood with several holes drilled into it in order to cut down on wind resistance and ensure every spank was as painful as the spanker wished.

The stocks were set up in the very center of the city's marketplace, meaning everyone from the mostly equine locals and the many different species of merchants and travelers all got to see the two's punishment.

"Hey- agh!- Markus," Zarc looked over at his half-brother, gritting his teeth at another *smack* of the paddle.

"Y-AH-yeah, bro?" Markus replied.

"This really-ah fuck!- sucks!"

"Yeah," Markus managed to snap his jaw closed just before the rod landed once again, preventing any yelp or grunt from getting too loud and giving the crowd any enjoyment.

"It does."

"You two shut up!" The large grey horse currently alternating between spanking Zarc and Markus, left hand holding the switch and right the paddle, was a towering and impressive sight. Despite his middle-age, he was strong, very strong, a blacksmith by trade, Torwin gladly took up the job of 'chief punishment administrator of Grongrad' eager to beat naughty young men like his two current charges onto the right path.

He had a large number of tools, all unrolled and laid with care upon a blanket placed on the cobblestone ground. Belts, switches, rods, canes, paddles, he made sure that his charges saw them all, and felt at least two of them. Finally, he gave the lads some rest, but only for the handful of seconds he set the paddle and switch down to carefully consider what to use next. Despite their fur, there was clear redness rising in both of the brother's bottoms, several pink lines across Markus' ass and pink blotches all over Zarc's.

"You know what? I don't think I've done a proper-hand rearing in a long time!" Torwin let off a toothy grin as he placed both hands on the younger stallion's rumps.

"Well, what are you waiting for Torwin? Get on with it so we can go home!" Zarc's cheek was responded with in kind, Torwin wound up his arm and brought it smacking loudly against his lower left flank.

"Agh, fuck!" Zarc howled, pointlessly fighting against the stocks as the sharp pain dissipated into a lasting sting.

"Damn naughty boys never taught how to act proper!" Torwin brought his hard-as-iron palm down on Zarc's other cheek, making him curse and squirm all the harder.

"Don't think I forgot about you, colt!" Taking a couple of steps to position himself next to Markus, he didn't waste him in giving the colt's ass a couple smacks as well.

"F-fuck! How long are you gonna do this!?" Markus cried out.

"Depends," Torwin smiled, giving Markus another five spanks in quick succession.

"Maybe if you both say you're sorry and mean it, I'll consider something."

Both colts stayed silent for a long second, looking over at each other worriedly.

"I.. I'm sorry, sir..." Markus grumbled, shooting his eyes downwards, unable to keep them on his brother.

"M-me too... I'm sorry, sir..." Zarc finally said.

Torwin laughed, his hearty roar loud even among the chatter and business that called the market home.

"See? That's a start. Now, how about this?" Torwin walked over to his pile of tools, pulling a very large and scary razer strap from among the implements.

"I'll let you choose, we keep going on as we've been doin', or I beat you both with *this* until you start crying. Trust me when I say it won't take a lot... take the strap and I'll let you go on home, won't leave you in here for the rest of the day like normal."

There was a long, very nervous silence between the two. Markus and Zarc looked at each other, swallowing hard, they both nodded.

"We'll take... the uh, strap," Markus sighed. "You promise you'll let us go after?"

With a toothy grin, Torwin readied the thick piece of leather, he would start with Zarc, he wanted that tit to beg first.

"I'm a man of my word."

He smashed the strap over Zarc's buns, nearly the whole of his cheeks covered by the leather.

"FUCK!" Zarc screamed. He went ballistic, fighting hard against the stocks and cursing the blacksmith out with every bad word he could think of.

This didn't stop Torwin, he spanked Zarc again... and again, and again. He didn't let more than a second pass without the sound of spanking and the horse's increasingly shrill scream filling the air. The assault was so fast and horrible that Zarc simply howled in one long continuous tormented noise.

Markus shut his eyes. God, he wished he could cover his ears! The sound of Zarc's brutal spanking tore his heart out. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to get this to stop!

"Please, let me take his instead!"

One last lick left Zarc in tears, panting hard. His ass burned, it burned awfully. Beaten near-purple, welts quickly formed all over his it, in full honesty, it was surprising it wasn't bleeding.

"Boy, your bastard brother's got at least twenty more, he's crying, but I want him sobbing!"

"P-please... don't hurt him anymore!"

Torwin shrugged. "You're a brave kid. Alright, you give you his. But once I start I ain't stopping for a while, you got it?"

"I..." Markus mumbled. But one more glance at Zarc made it impossible for him to let his brother take any more punishment.

"Y-yes, I got it."

Torwin wasted no time.

"Fuck!" Markus screamed, but like his half-brother only seconds ago, it turned quickly into something long and continuous. It felt like his ass was on fire, like someone was pouring molten rock all over his poor cheeks. ten spanks in and Markus was already sobbing, screaming so hard his throat hurt.

Welts and bruises quickly started forming, Torwin was giving it every bit of power his huge arm could provide. Much to his shock, however, not once through it all did Markus beg for him to stop, to take it back. He was taking his spanking screaming and crying, but he was taking it nonetheless. Briefly, he considered cutting it short, but Torwin decided it would be an insult to the boy to not fulfill the promise of a total and horrible blistering.

By the end of it all, Markus was a total mess. Unable to stop crying, he simply sobbed as loud as possible; even after Torwin unlocked the stocks and let him free, he stayed there, bent over and full of tears.

Markus nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his back, but when he realized it was Zarc, he ran into his arms. He didn't care that the whole city could see, he buried his face in Zarc's neck and painted it with tears.

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Markus cried the whole walk home, they were forced to go naked, walking through the streets with the eyes of the world constantly upon them.

"I'll get the cream, you lay down." Markus seemed hesitant to do as he was told, to unattached himself from the hug, but he did anyway. Laying face-first on the bed, damaged and red-hot rear presented.

Taking a huge glob of the white cream, Zarc placed the container down on the bed next to his half-brother. Markus gasped when the cold cream first made contact, but quickly he felt the cooling relief of the mixture, sighing cautiously, his sobs finally weakened into something much softer.