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Maybe you'd like to hear the story of Baby Severus? :3


Many years ago, there was a young man who won a rowboat oar in a game of skill. There was, at the time, nothing special about the oar itself, but the young man himself was odd, in that he was unusually innocent for his age, and entirely unfamiliar with the beauty of the female flesh.

On a warm summer day, he followed his friends down to a creek, accompanied by one of the older sisters of his closest friend. This sister, while not especially beautiful, was blessed with a figure that could inspire men (and quite a few women) to lustful thoughts. And on this warm summer day, as she wore the shortest of shorts, she thought that she saw something strange in the creek. Rushing past the innocent young man I mentioned, she bent over to get a closer look, inadvertently showing just the right amount of sweet, pale, feminine flesh to the until-now innocent youth.

The curve of her rear was as perfect as any mathematical formula, the skin as pale as though no ray of sunlight had ever kissed her sweet, perfectly-shapped derrière. Though her extremely short shorts didn't show everything, the poor youth could see enough to know that this one of the wonderful treasures of a woman who was blossoming into her full beauty.

When he returned home, he polished his oar. As he did this, he thought of the perfect rear end he had just seen; a rear end that cold haunt the dreams of the unwary. And as he did so, his skilled, strong hands worked the oar, sanding it down until it was as smooth as the honeyed words of a seductress, and it gleamed in the light like sweat-slicked skin. He expertly worked over the oar with his full skill as the first thoughts of fleshly desire stirred in his heart. And some who know this story believe, that on that night, some of that desire was transferred to the oar itself.

It was some time after that oar was lost. Stolen, perhaps, though no one really knows for sure.

Perhaps due to the one who had remade it, or perhaps simply because it was smooth enough to strike flesh without leaving even the tiniest splinter, the oar found use as a tool of… certain sexual activities. The stories say that to grip it firmly would cause anyone to think of perfectly shaped female rears, to think of how it might feel to strike it with the fury of one's full desire, to hear the bearer of said derrière cry out in exquisite agony, the sound of resounding slaps and cries mixing together to create a harmony of sexual desire. Just by gripping the oar, one could almost see the impact of every strike, the flesh rippling and jiggling in the most fascinating of ways, as arched their backs and cried out. To hold the oar, the legends say, was to desire to explore the full sensuality and beauty of the female rear… but not without striking it first.

As the years passed, possession of the oar changed many times. Sometimes, it would fall into the hands of someone kind, who would use it sparingly; just a few strikes to redden some poor woman's innocent derrière, before soothing the pain with a thousand kisses, sucking and nursing and kneading that reddened skin to erase the memory of pain. Sometimes, it would fall into the hands of someone more cruel, whose desire to inflict pain would rise to new heights just by holding the oar, and they would strike without a care, again and again, all to hear the sounds of jiggling flesh and pained cries.

Somewhere in that haze of time and lust, the oar was given a name. Inscribed in the handle, in ink as red as blood — or, some say, it was the blood of one of its victims — was a name: "BABY SEVERUS."

Eventually, it returned to the hand of the who had remade it, the man who had once been an innocent youth. As as Mister Tinkles picked it up, he knew at once that this oar of legend was none other than the oar he had shaped and polished all those long years ago. Fearing that the cycle of pain and jiggles would begin anew, he hid it under lock and key.

But the oar, so the stories say, has a mind of its own. And perhaps, someday soon, it will strike jiggling, feminine flesh once again.

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