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The secluded beach was his, and his alone, tucked away behind thick woods and jagged rocks that most mon never bothered to cross. The tides moved in their steady rhythm, pulling water across the sand and back again, leaving the beach smooth and untouched each morning. Sunlight filtered down through the water in shifting patterns, and the only sounds were the distant call of Pelipper and the soft hush of waves.\n\nOther mon rarely found this place. When they did, it was usually by accident. Kingler watched them from the depths. He stayed submerged, his shell blending with the rocky bottom, his eyes fixed on the shore as they played in the sun. He observed how they tired themselves out with swimming and running, how their movements slowed as the day wore on. \n\nIt was simple to him. They came here seeking fun and peace. When they were worn out and dozing, he claimed his own share of the day. If they could enjoy his beach, then he could enjoy himself in any way he saw fit. The thought brought no anger, only quiet certainty. The beach belonged to him, and so did the consequences for those who used it.\n\n***\n\nMiltank pushes through the last tangle of shrubbery and steps onto soft, warm sand. Her eyes widen at the sight before her. A perfect, unblemished beach stretches out in a gentle curve, the sand pale and fine. Crystal-clear water laps gently at the shore, and the whole cove feels untouched, as though no other mon has ever set hoof here. She takes a few steps forward, breathing deeply. The air smells of salt and sun-warmed sand.\n\n``Wow... Torkoal was right!'' She says aloud, her voice carrying softly over the gentle waves.\n\nShe smiles to herself, remembering the conversation with her friend. Torkoal spoke of the secluded cove with such certainty, but she had been skeptical. That is exactly why she decided to come alone today. She wanted to find the beach herself first, before inviting her friends on a group trip. If it really is as wonderful and empty as Torkoal claimed, then next time she can bring everyone and they can all enjoy a perfect day together. \n\nShe wades ankle-deep into the water, letting the cool waves wash over her hooves. For a long while she simply stands there, enjoying the peaceful solitude. Then the joy of the empty beach takes over completely.\n\nMiltank splashes through the shallows, kicking up sprays of sparkling water that catch the sunlight like tiny diamonds. She dives into deeper water, swimming with lazy, powerful strokes and letting the sea carry her wherever it wishes. When she finally returns to shore, she shakes herself off and begins gathering pretty shells: smooth pink ones, spiraled whites, and a few with delicate ridges. She arranges them carefully on a flat rock, stepping back to admire her little collection.\n\nOnce, as she bends to pick up another shell, a strange ripple appears in the water just a few yards away, far too deliberate to be a wave. She straightens quickly and stares, but the surface is calm again. Miltank tilts her head.\n\n``Just my imagination after that long walk.'' She murmurs, brushing it off.\n\nNext she builds a small sand sculpture, patting and shaping the damp sand into a simple tower with a rounded top. She laughs softly as a wave rushes in and threatens to knock it over, then quickly adds more sand around the base.\n\nAs she works, the beach once again feels oddly still. The usual background calls of Wingull seem distant, and for a moment she could swear she sees a dark shadow gliding beneath the clear water. When she turns to look directly, nothing is there.\n\nShe shakes her head again. ``There's no one else here. Stop being paranoid.''\n\nMiltank chases the incoming waves, darting back and forth along the waterline with playful energy. Her hooves leave temporary prints in the wet sand that the tide quickly erases. \n\nEventually she pauses for a light picnic, unwrapping a few ripe berries and a small loaf of bread she brought along. Sitting on the warm sand, she eats slowly, savoring every bite and the profound quiet around her. The sun feels wonderful on her udders, as she leans back. \n\nFor a brief moment the same prickling feeling returns, a sense that the beach is watching her. She glances toward the deeper water, but sees only gentle waves.\n\n``It's just your imagination.'' She tells herself once more, popping another berry into her mouth.\n\nSatisfied with her day so far, Miltank spreads out her beach towel on a smooth patch of sand well above the tide line. She lowers herself onto her udders, her rear facing upward toward the sun. The warmth feels wonderful on her back and bottom, soaking into her fur like a gentle blanket. She sighs contentedly, letting her eyes drift shut.\n\nThe sound of the waves lulls her into a pleasant haze. Just as sleep begins to claim her, she thinks she catches a far out glimpse in the deeper water, a faint red shape moving slowly beneath the surface, watching. But her eyelids are already too heavy.\n\n``Nothing there...'' she mumbles sleepily, and without realizing it, she falls fast asleep.\n\n***\n\nA loud, sharp smack splits the air as a heavy pincher lands directly across Miltank's rear.\n\nShe jerks awake with a startled yelp, her entire body flinching hard. Pain explodes across her bottom, a mix of the impact, and the angry, throbbing sunburn that now covers her entire rear and most of her back.\n\nHer fur feels tight and fiery, as if someone poured hot coals over her. Even the slight twist of her torso sends fresh stinging waves down her spine and across her burned cheeks.\n\nShe spins around on the towel, eyes wide with shock, and immediately winces again as the movement pulls painfully at the tender, reddened fur. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the sudden flare-up.\n\nStanding just behind her is a large Kingler, one heavy pincher still raised as if ready to deliver another smack. His shell gleams wetly from the sea, and his eyes regard her with calm, unbothered detachment.\n\nMiltank scrambles backward in the sand, gasping. ``Wh-what are you doing?! That hurt!''\n\n``This is my beach.'' Kingler says evenly. ``I've lived here my entire life.''\n\nMiltank stares at him, still trying to process the sudden pain, the stranger, and the way her sunburned rear throbs with every small shift. ``It's a big beach! I can enjoy it the same as you. There's plenty of room for both of us!''\n\n``You're right.'' He replies, matter-of-fact. ``You're free to use my beach. And likewise, I'm free to spank your rear.''\n\nMiltank's mouth falls open in pure outrage. She pushes herself up a little higher, ignoring the burning pull across her back. ``That isn't how it works! You can't just decide something like that! No one gets to spank another mon just because they're on the same beach!''\n\nKingler's pincher lowers slightly, but he does not step back. His voice stays perfectly calm. ``I don't care how it usually works. Today, that's how it's going to work.''\n\n``This is ridiculous!'' Miltank protests, her voice rising. ``I didn't know it was your beach! I'll leave right now if that's what you want, just don't-''\n\nBefore she can finish, Kingler lunges forward with surprising speed. Miltank rolls quickly onto her knees and tries to scramble away, but his large pinchers snap shut around her ankles like iron traps. With effortless strength he hauls her backward across the sand, her hooves dragging furrows behind her.\n\nMiltank cries out as the rough pull aggravates her sunburned back and rear. Kingler positions himself over her, his long legs coming down on either side. He pins her firmly on her stomach, her rear pointed straight up at him, completely helpless and exposed. The weight of his legs presses onto her sunburned back, sending fresh sparks of pain through her.\n\nMiltank twists her head to look back at him, heart hammering. ``Let me go! Please, I'm already burned! This isn't okay!''\n\nKingler raises his large pincher again, eyes steady. ``No.''\n\nHis large pincher falls again in a firm, open-clawed smack directly across the center of Miltank's rear. The loud crack echoes over the empty beach, followed instantly by her sharp yelp. The sunburned fur makes the impact feel twice as hot and spreading across both cheeks.\n\n``Ow! Stop that right now!'' Miltank cries, kicking her legs uselessly against his unyielding hold. Her rear jiggles from the force of the smack. The fur, already an angry pink from the sun, darkens another shade.\n\n``You chose to nap on my beach.'' Kingler says calmly, delivering another heavy smack to her right cheek. ``The sun already did half the work for me. I'm just finishing the job.''\n\nAnother swat lands, then another, then another, in a steady rhythm. Each crack of his pincher against her rear sends fresh waves of stinging heat through her. The sand grinds roughly against her front as she thrashes, her paws digging desperate burrows. Tears spring to her eyes, mixing with grains of sand on her cheeks.\n\n``Please!'' she begs, voice already cracking. ``It hurts so much worse because of the sunburn! I'm sorry I came here, just let me up!''\n\nKingler pauses for a moment, his pincher hovering. ``You're the one who came here. You're the one who fell asleep with your rear up. Don't you know not to sleep in the sun?''\n\nMiltank twists her head to glare back at him, humiliation burning almost as hot as her rear-end. `This can't be real.' She thinks. `A complete stranger is spanking me like a naughty young mon on the beach?'\n\n``You can't treat me like this!'' She snaps, anger rising. ``I'm a grown Miltank! I didn't know it was your beach! This is ridiculous!''\n\nKingler's tone never changes. ``It's my beach. You used it. Now you deal with the consequences.''\n\nHe resumes the spanking, slower now, each deliberate smack landing with full weight behind it. The heavy pincher cracks down on her left cheek, then her right, then squarely across both. Miltank's rear grows steadily redder, the color deepening into a fierce crimson where his pincher repeatedly strikes. Heat radiates off her skin in waves.\n\nShe bucks hard beneath him, but his heavy crab legs keep her pinned exactly where he wants her, rear raised and completely vulnerable. \n\n``Enough! I said stop!'' she yells, indignation sharpening her voice. ``You have no right to do this! Let me go this instant!''\n\nAnother volley of hard smacks follows, faster this time. The loud cracks fill the air as Kingler works methodically across her entire rear-end. Miltank's tail thrashes, her hooves churning up sand. Each impact sends waves of layered pain through her. The sunburn, on top of the spanking, on top of more sunburn. Until her whole bottom feels like it is on fire.\n\nKingler pauses again, resting the edge of his pincher lightly against her throbbing left cheek. ``You'll remember this the next time you think about using my beach.''\n\nMiltank's anger flares hotter. ``I'll never come back here! You're just a bully! A big, mean crab who hides in the water and waits to pounce on anyone who-'' \n\nHer words cut off in a sharp cry as he brings the pincher down again, much harder than before.\n\n``Careful.'' He says evenly. ``You're only making it last longer.'' \n\nHe switches to a series of slow, measured smacks, each one landing with a solid thwack that makes her rear jiggle. The heat builds and builds, radiating until she can feel it in her back and thighs.\n\nTears fall from her eyes, cutting clean tracks through the sand on her cheeks. The humiliation settles deep in her chest. \n\n`Everyone would laugh if they saw me like this.' she thinks. `Pinned down and spanked raw by a mon I've never even met.'\n\n``Please...'' she whimpers, the anger draining away as desperation takes over again. ``Please, Kingler, it hurts so much... my rear is already burned and now it's even worse... I'm begging you...''\n\nKingler continues without hurry, alternating between her left and right cheeks in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. ``You should have thought about that before you lay down for a nap with your butt pointed at the sky.''\n\nMiltank sobs, her body trembling under the weight of his legs. ``I'm sorry! I really am! I'll leave and never come back, just please stop spanking my rear!''\n\nHer voice breaks completely, turning into full, heaving cries as the spanking goes on and on. The relentless cracks echo across the beach while her protests dissolve into nothing but tearful, broken pleas.\n\nStill Kingler doesn't stop, calm and matter-of-fact, as if correcting a simple mistake rather than punishing a stranger. Every smack layers fresh fire over the fiercely punished bottom, turning her once-tan rear into a deep, throbbing red. Miltank can only lie there, pinned and helpless, sobbing as the long correction continues.\n\nAfter what feels like an eternity of spanking, Kingler shifts his grip. He brings both large pinchers forward. The first pinch is relatively light, but it still sends a sharp, focused sting through her tender fur, the sunburn making the spot feel as though a spark has been pressed directly into her.\n\n``Ahh! No, not that!'' Miltank twists wildly under his heavy legs, trying desperately to escape the new sensation. \n\nUnlike the broad, heavy smacks that spread the pain across her entire rear, each pinch delivers a precise, lingering bite that seems to sink straight into the burned and bruised layers beneath her fur.\n\nKingler continues methodically, pinching one cheek, then the other, then both together. Small red marks bloom where his claws grip, darkening quickly against the deep crimson already present from the long spanking. \n\nThe pain is electric now, and every pinch lands on fur that is already raw, hot, and sensitive. The combination turns each grip into something far worse than it would have been.\n\n``I can't take any more!'' Miltank pleads, fresh tears streaming down her face as sobs begin to shake her whole body. ``Iit stings so badly! I've learned my lesson! I swear!''\n\n``You're not finished yet.'' Kingler replies calmly, delivering another slow, firm pinch that makes her rear clench hard. ``I decide when we're done. This is still my beach, and you still need correcting.''\n\nMiltank's sobs grow louder, her voice breaking completely. ``But my rear is already burned and spanked raw! Every pinch hurts ten times worse! Please, Kingler, I'm begging you!'' \n\nShe thrashes her head from side to side, sand sticking to the wet lines on her face. `This can't be happening' she thinks, humiliation crashing over her in waves. `Pinned down like a naughty calf, sobbing while a total stranger pinches my bottom over and over... and he acts like it's the most reasonable thing in the world.'\n\nKingler ignores her and adds a new twist, literally. He pinches a particularly sore spot on her right cheek and slowly twists the claw a quarter turn. The sharp sting flares into a burning spiral of pain that radiates outward, making Miltank cry out sharply.\n\n``Ow ow ow!'' She wails, her rear clenching and unclenching helplessly. ``I promise I'll stay far away from this beach forever! Just stop pinching my rear!''\n\nKingler moves to the left cheek and repeats the pinch-and-twist. ``You're free to stay away if you want. But if you ever decide to use my beach again, you'll get the same treatment. That's only fair.''\n\nAnother series of pinches follows. Regular grips alternating with the sharper twists. Each new mark joins the growing constellation of deep purple bruises across her bottom. \n\nThe earlier spanking left the fur so tender that even the lightest pinch sends jolts of agony straight through her. Miltank's body trembles violently under the weight of his legs, her paws scraping uselessly at the sand.\n\n``Please... I'm so sorry...'' She sobs, voice hoarse and desperate. ``I'll tell all my friends to stay away too. Just stop! My rear-end can't take any more of this! It feels like it's on fire!''\n\nKingler pauses only long enough to adjust his grip, then delivers a double pinch on both cheeks at once, followed by a slow, deliberate twist on each. ``You fell asleep with your butt pointed at the sky, the sun started the job, the spanking continued it, and now these pinches are making sure the lesson sticks.''\n\nMiltank breaks down completely, her sobs turning into heaving, hiccupping cries. The psychological weight crushes her almost as much as the physical pain. \n\n``I can't... I can't believe this is happening to me.'' She whimpers between sobs. ``You're really just going to keep pinching my sunburned rear until you decide it's enough?''\n\n``...Yes.'' Kingler answers simply, continuing his calm, methodical work. He pinches a fresh spot higher up on her left cheek, twists slowly, then moves to the right and does the same. The welts darken further, each one throbbing with its own sharp, heartbeat on top of the widespread burning from the spanking and sun.\n\nMiltank can only lie there, pinned and helpless, her rear a throbbing, aching mess of heat, bruises, and fresh pinch marks. Her sobs fill the cooling evening air as Kingler keeps going, believing every pinch is exactly what the situation requires.\n\n***\n\nAs the sun finally dips below the horizon, painting the last streaks of orange and pink across the sky, Kingler stops. The beach has grown dim, and the only light comes from the soft, ethereal glow of bioluminescent algae shimmering on the surface of the gentle waves. \n\nWhat began in bright daylight has stretched on to sunset. Long, methodical spanking followed by endless pinching, then over again, until the day itself slipped away.\n\n``It's gotten late.'' Kingler says, glancing up at the dark sky.\n\nHe lifts his long crab legs from Miltank's back and releases her. Without another word, he turns and begins walking back toward the water, his shell clicking softly against the cool sand.\n\nMiltank curls up tightly on her side, both paws reaching back to gently rub her aching, stinging, bruised, and badly sunburned rear. Even the lightest touch makes her wince sharply. \n\nThe combination of the fierce sunburn, long spanking, and repeated pinching has left her bottom in a terrible state. A harsh, deep crimson that fades unevenly into patches of darker red and purple. Deep bruises bloom across both cheeks where Kingler focused his hardest pinches and smacks, throbbing with a heavy, relentless ache. Every small shift of her hips sends fresh sparks of pain radiating outward.\n\nFresh tears slip down her cheeks as she tries to soothe the burning, stinging mess. `Why?' she thinks, utterly bewildered. She isn't angry, not anymore, just deeply confused. He hadn't seemed cruel or mean-spirited. He simply acted like everything he did was perfectly reasonable, the natural order of his beach.\n\n``Why?'' she calls out, her voice hoarse and trembling from hours of crying. ``Why did you do this to me?''\n\nKingler continues walking steadily into the shallows, the glowing algae swirling around his legs in soft green-blue patterns. He doesn't turn around, but his voice carries clearly back to her over the quiet waves. ``If you ever want to come back, you can. But I'll spank your rear again.''\n\nMiltank lies there for a long while longer in the dim glow, catching her breath and letting the worst of the throbbing ease just enough that she can think. The cool evening breeze feels both soothing and painful as it brushes across her overheated, marked bottom. She can still feel every individual pinch mark, every heavy smack layered over the raw sunburn. Sitting will be impossible for days. Walking is already a careful, limping ordeal.\n\nEventually she pushes herself up, moving with slow, deliberate care. She gathers her beach towel, now sandy and crumpled, and the few small items she brought. Every single step sends a fresh, stinging reminder through her tender rear-end. The deep bruises pulse with each hoof-fall, and the uneven red patches on her bottom feel tight and hot. She hisses softly between her teeth as she makes her way across the sand and back into the thick woods.\n\nThe walk home is slow and painful, the forest path feeling much longer in the growing darkness. With each careful step, the full weight of the day settles over her. She isn't mad at Kingler, well maybe a little, mostly puzzled by how ordinary he was about the entire ordeal. \n\nHe treated the spanking and pinching like it was simple, and logical, the same way one might say the tide comes in each evening. Had he really been watching her the whole time? How many other mons have discovered this beach and received the same treatment?\n\nShe will have to have a long talk with Torkoal when she gets back. He told her about the hidden beach, but he hadn't mentioned the Kingler who claims it as his own and enforces his rules so thoroughly. Maybe Torkoal knows more than he let on. Or maybe he simply didn't know. Either way, Miltank already knows one thing for certain: she will never be returning to that secluded cove.\n\nProbably...\n\nThe End\n\n" }