Blink. Blink. Blink. The copy-ninja took in the other shinobi's words, the ferocity feeding in through his brain, processing it leisurely. Something had really bitten at Sasuke today...or maybe, it was a sentiment that had been growing wild like an unkempt, sour weed since the start of the chuunin exams... the origin, Kakashi knew well. Like a sibling. Or a blood-child. It wasn't something that verbal threats could shatter so easily. That suited him just fine. He didn't have any more words, anyway.

Kakashi's eye seemed to grin roughly, "Mmm... anou... how can I argue with that...?" the Sharingan-wielder leaned back, raising a fist and cracking his pallid knuckles into his open palm, "Well... if you don't mind, I'll try to satisfy that attitude of yours... or pacify, ne?" He smirked. Blunt, powerful fingers grappled the younger ninja's wrist, feeling like a bind of iron across the clothed flesh, before Hatake yanked Sasuke from his pin against the tree, forcing him forward. Scanning the area with unreadable impatience, Kakashi mulled over exactly what he was planning. He didn't know if it would be a benefit in the long run, didn't know if it was what he should have been planning; but what he knew well was... the idea was really brightening his mood.

Spotting an uprooted wedge of grassland, Kakashi paced determinedly over to it, dragging the raven-haired youth in tow. Once he reared into a sit, he gave one last, potent tug of the Uchiha's wrist, sending him sprawling, butt-up, over his toned thighs, clamping the youth in place, his ass upturned like an inviting target, "

Kakashi's eye seemed to grin roughly, "Mmm... anou... how can I argue with that...?" the Sharingan-wielder leaned back, raising a fist and cracking his pallid knuckles into his open palm, "Well... if you don't mind, I'll try to satisfy that attitude of yours... or pacify, ne?" He smirked. Blunt, powerful fingers grappled the younger ninja's wrist, feeling like a bind of iron across the clothed flesh, before Hatake yanked Sasuke from his pin against the tree, forcing him forward. Scanning the area with unreadable impatience, Kakashi mulled over exactly what he was planning. He didn't know if it would be a benefit in the long run, didn't know if it was what he should have been planning; but what he knew well was... the idea was really brightening his mood.

The Uchiha had been surprised as Kakashi roughly pulled him from his leaning postion on the tree. When Kakashi started to drag him, he put both of his feet down, trying to attempt to stop him from where ever Kakashi was planning to take him. "Kakashi, let go!" he growled and struggled in the firm grip of the masked nin. "Argue with what?! Take care of my attitude? I don't have one; you put me in a bad mood to begin with!" he barked as he continued to drag him. He attempted to look around Kakashi's figure; all he could see was a small hill. What the hell?

Spotting an uprooted wedge of grassland, Kakashi paced determinedly over to it, dragging the raven-haired youth in tow. Once he reared into a sit, he gave one last, potent tug of the Uchiha's wrist, sending him sprawling, butt-up, over his toned thighs, clamping the youth in place, his ass upturned like an inviting target.

"God damn it!" he cursed as he kept dragging him. "Let you, you moth--!!" he was pulled from his thoughts when Kakashi yanked on his wrist again. He tumbled across the sensei's lap, and his eyes went wide. The realization suddenly hit him, and he felt his throat clench a bit; but he tried keeping his cool demeanor on.

"There. That's not so bad, is it?" Kakashi breezed pleasantly, placing a broad hand upon the upturned buns, absently rubbing he tender, toned mounds encased beneath the cloth of Sasuke's shorts. The youth was frozen in surprise, but that would soon thaw and melt. The copy-ninja decided to take glorious advantage of the boy's shock, and batted up his shirt, exposing the line of the Uchiha's back, and the jounin's gloved fingers slipped into the waistband of the short trousers, tugging them back, and then allowing them to 'snap' just below the round curve of the boy's rump. The pale, milky buns seemed to 'press up' with this, reaffirming the taut roundness of each cheek, and Kakashi's lone eye smiled in his rebel student's direction. He was calling the shots. He knew best right now. His authority on the matter would not be dismissed... it wasn't like him to bring severity of this nature into play but, the kid had been pressing and pinching... and a crushed body had come behind the Uchiha's eyes in those fatal few moments... had spurred the burnt-out jounin into action.

"Now, now. Don't throw insults at me, Sasuke-kun. You have nobody to blame for this but yourself," he patted the pale buttocks fondly, "anou... since you can't obey such a significant rule, I'll have to take you back to step one. Back to the academy," he let the statement sink in for a while before continuing, "Now," he hardened his tone, seeming to slip into a mock-teacher mode, true to his word, "Always listen to your sensei. If you ignore your sensei's advice and orders, you'll be punished. Ne?" A firm, battle-hardened palm fell and cracked into the pallid, naked bum with a crisp SMACK that sounded throughout the wooded area like a gunshot.

"There. That's not so bad, is it?" Kakashi breezed pleasantly, placing a broad hand upon the upturned buns, absently rubbing he tender, toned mounds encased beneath the cloth of Sasuke's shorts. The youth was frozen in surprise, but that would soon thaw and melt. The copy-ninja decided to take glorious advantage of the boy's shock, and batted up his shirt, exposing the line of the Uchiha's back, and the jounin's gloved fingers slipped into the waistband of the short trousers, tugging them back, and then allowing them to 'snap' just below the round curve of the boy's rump. The pale, milky buns seemed to 'press up' with this, reaffirming the taut roundness of each cheek, and Kakashi's lone eye smiled in his rebel student's direction. He was calling the shots. He knew best right now. His authority on the matter would not be dismissed... it wasn't like him to bring severity of this nature into play but, the kid had been pressing and pinching... and a crushed body had come behind the Uchiha's eyes in those fatal few moments... had spurred the burnt-out jounin into action.

Sasuke felt his cheeks heat up as Kakashi did this, and he had to bite his tounge in order to stay quiet. He was on the verge of screaming at the tops of his lungs, but he knew that that'd just dig him into a bigger hole than he already was. As his shorts and undergarments, he shivered a bit as the breeze rolled across his rear, ad he clentched his rear in a attempt to stop the pain that he knew was to come. This wouldn't be so bad....right?


"Now, now. Don't throw insults at me, Sasuke-kun. You have nobody to blame for this but yourself," he patted the pale buttocks fondly, "anou... since you can't obey such a significant rule, I'll have to take you back to step one. Back to the academy," he let the statement sink in for a while before continuing.

Sasuke let a low growl escape him at this, and turned is head a bit to see Kakashi raising his hand. His eyes instantly turned away, and he looked to the ground, trying to keep his mind off of it. He could remember getting spankings when his parents and Itachi were around. If he misbehaved, his Dad and or Itachi dealt with him; but since he'd been so little, it was only a hard smack or two, just enough to make him cry.

"Now," he hardened his tone, seeming to slip into a mock-teacher mode, true to his word, "Always listen to your sensei. If you ignore your sensei's advice and orders, you'll be punished. Ne?" A firm, battle-hardened palm fell and cracked into the pallid, naked bum with a crisp SMACK that sounded throughout the wooded area like a gunshot.

Sasuke flinched suddenly at the harshness of his tone, and took a small gulp, clenching his cheeks further. "...hai-Ah!" he let out a small squeak as he felt the palm fall across his rear. He tensed up, and clenched his fists, falling silent. This wasn't going to be fun at all.

Kakashi was surprised at how readily the boy had accepted it. He blinked, recalling the days of his own youth, how he would attempt to wait out the punishment with a straight face, his round, pale cheeks flexing and clenching. That silence had only ever lasted so long; your mood could rapidly change when your ass was glowing like a furnace, and showing no signs of stopping. He gazed at the taut white cheeks, kneading the naked orbs reflectively. Anou... he had a bit of work to do before that...

The copy-ninja hardened his heart and his eyes, gloved hand clamping on Sasuke's shoulderblades, pressing him in place as his other hand began to pound the Uchiha's stubborn young buns with measured whacks and slaps that sent the pale orbs bouncing.

The copy-ninja hardened his heart and his eyes, gloved hand clamping on Sasuke's shoulderblades, pressing him in place as his other hand began to pound the Uchiha's stubborn young buns with measured whacks and slaps that sent the pale orbs bouncing.

Sasuke winched as the punishment finally started up. His face was tinted red with embarressemnt and humiliation, as he bit down on his lip. "A-Ah! S-Stop that! T-That fucking h-HURTS!" he growled, and threw his hand back in a attempt to stop Kakashi. His face heated up even more as his eyes met his sensei's gaze. "I-I'm too old for this, Kakashi.." he tried, some what trying to beg him from stophing what he was doing. "...spankings are for little children...I'm a teenager..." he replied,hoping he'd reconsider.

As soon as the Uchiha's hand reached back, Kakashi had caught it, twisting the limb against the avenger's lower back with a vice-like grip. "Mmm? Too old...?" The silver-haired jounin tilted his head, blinking once, rubbing his thumb over one of the pink imprints of his firm palm which had begun to blotch up Sasuke's creamy rump, "Well, that may be so, but you're responding well to it," he briskly, and very sharply, whacked his hand down into the pinked buttocks, causing the younger shinobi to jolt, "and you HAVE been acting like a stubborn little academy nin who won't respond to anything but a sore bottom, after all," the copy-ninja cooed softly, three more meaty cracks crashing down into his student's toned, but very vulnerable hind-flesh, "I think we can try it out a little more, don't you think...?"

"Now; let's continue our lesson, my little Sasuke..." Kakashi regarded the bowed head of raven hair, before tightening his grip on the Uchiha's trapped wrist, and sending a flurry of biting slaps and smacks down upon the boy's behind like molten rain, bathing the taut, round buns in heat, making their toned mounds dimple and twitch.

"Nngh--!" he winced when his hand was roughly pinned to his back. His gaze wandered to the ground once again as the masked sensei began lecturing him. The next four cracks fell, and he grimaced this time, biting down on his lip to stop the cries that wanted to slip out. Surely, this couldn't drag on too long, could it? It couldn't, right? Nevermind that; the Uchiha was frozen on the spot, flexing his toned rear up in the air, trying to relieve some of the pain Kakashi was landing on his ass.


My little Sasuke? Who the hell did he think he was? A mere child!? He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt the grip on his wrist tighten some more; that meant nothing good. As soon as this happened, the barrage of swats started falling. The palm crashed on his rear, making it bounce as it began to turn a light red color. He tensed up a bit more, and bucked up, arching his back some more as he struggled a bit. Man, did this hurt!

Kakashi blinked his visible eye several times, noting Sasuke's movements, the way he ground about in the jounin's lap, grinding toned muscles into the older man's thighs, ass upturned and arching, the pert, rounded buns almost welcoming the nin's gloved hand to fall and spank it soundly. It really made the job easier, somehow... the silver-haired shinobi wondered why his self-proclaimed rival had such a hard time doing it to his own students. Then, Gai had always been the big-hearted, innocent-minded one of the two, always fretting over feelings, and his heart, when Kakashi mostly thought with his, well... his mind... and other things. Right now, Kakashi was fine with playing the tyrant. If it would keep the Uchiha listening to him, get a bit of caution through the avenger's thick skull, he was happy to haul the boy over his lap, yank down his shorts, and slap those bare, toned cheeks until they glowed as hotly and scarlet as the Sharingan. That was nothing to what Sasuke had so easily threatened to risk. Nothing at all.

The scarred jounin raised his hand higher with each strike, laying whack after whack into the firm, boyish cheeks, each buttock seeming to bounce with the escalating bravado that the usually so languid man fed into each solid spank.

He couldn't stop a small, but audible whimper at this, as he grit his teeth. What if someone came by? And saw him like this?! Ass bared, twisting and turning all over Kakashi's lap, being spanked like a child...oh, if anyone came by to witness this, he swore he'd kill them. He'd never be able to live the humilation down; it'd be a living hell. Of course, Naruto gt spankings all the time, but everybody knew that by now. But if word got out about himself...he shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought, as he flexed his toned muscles, trying to avoid some of the pain, but that wasn't helping much at this point. His rear already stung, and he hissed in pain as the harsh cracks kept falling one after one. When would this end? Soon, he hoped. He didn't want to cry, in front of anyone, not even Kakashi, because of a little old spanking. No; he wouldn't! He clentched his fists tighter, and dug his nails into his palms.