Pausing for just a moment, the copy-ninja gave the reddened, once snow-pale cheeks a pat, his other hand reaffirming its grip on Sasuke's wrist, "Now... why are you in this position, Sasuke-kun?" the masked man cooed, not unkindly, stopping the patting and simply resting his gloved hand upon the warm flesh of the Uchiha's rump, "Anou..." he was silent for a while, the late afternoon birds exchanging chatter and song between one another. It had a calming effect, but Hatake still had a fire of worry burning behind his eyes. That loss. That agony.

Sasuke had to learn. Whatever it took... he was willing to give...

"Sasuke-kun...?" he repeated, firmly, with greater, earnest urging.

"Now... why are you in this position, Sasuke-kun?"

He didn't let out a sound, or anwser at first. But he could only maintain his whimpers and cries for so long. He let out another whimper, a little louder than the one before, and bit down so hard on his lip, that it cracked, and started to bleed.

"Sasuke-kun...?"

His eyes cracked open at the sound of his name again in a firm tone. "-Because..." he began, taking a small gulp, feelnig a small lump on his throat. " I d-disobeyed you; and smarted off..." he replied after a moment, and felt the lump in his throat tighten. Why did he feel like crying all of the sudden? No; he wouldn't let this feeling over power him. But, with this, he let out another small whimper, that turned into a whine. "...I'm sorry, Kakashi! Please, no more!" he begged, hoping that Kakashi would stop before things got even more humiliating than they already were. He'd do anything; anything at all if he could just get up-!

"Not only that, Sasuke..." Kakashi breathed, his voice sultry in the calm. His left hand loosened its grip of the younger shinobi's wrist, a broad thumb rubbing the abused flesh in tender circles, as if encouraging the young avenger to think more deeply.

"I don't want you to use more of your chakra than what I set. It drains you. Takes away EVERYTHING you've got." He raised his right hand, and send another sound smack cracking into the Uchiha's reddened, sore rump, noting as it clenched painfully beneath it, "And the curse-mark... I've warned you not to fall back on it so easily! Like it was some twisted gift!" he struggled to keep his tone in check, warming Sasuke's bare thighs, moving from one to the other, before he rested his hand once again, glaring sternly into the head of ebony tresses, "Anou. Is that understood?"

"Not only that, Sasuke..."

He relaxed slightly at this gesture; thank God...He was panting, almost on the brink of tears. He had been so close to crying a minute ago that it wasn't even funny.

"I don't want you to use more of your chakra than what I set. It drains you. Takes away EVERYTHING you've got." He raised his right hand, and send another sound smack cracking into the Uchiha's reddened, sore rump, noting as it clenched painfully beneath it.

He tensed up at his voice again; this was just going to be a lecture, right? He was telling himself otherwise when he no longer felt Kakashi's hand carressing his rear. "A-iie!" he shrieked, and felt tears tugging at his eyes at that one swat. That hurt! He tensed up again, and bawled his fists, also curling his toes in an attempt to stay quiet.

"And the curse-mark... I've warned you not to fall back on it so easily! Like it was some twisted gift!" he struggled to keep his tone in check, warming Sasuke's bare thighs, moving from one to the other, before he rested his hand once again, glaring sternly into the head of ebony tresses, "Anou. Is that understood?"

He struggled as the harsh palm fell repeatedly across his rear; he felt the lump in his throat tighten even more as the tears welled up in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, but, not even his stubborn attitude could hold back the salty tears that began to stream down his red face. He tried taking a small breath, but instead, his breath hitched, and his chest heaved as he slowly broke down. He felt totally embarrassed and degraded as he felt the tears driping over his cheeks, watching them hit the ground below him. Even though he didn't like the idea one bit, he let the whimpers and cries escape his mouth. He'd been foolish; it seemed as though things were really sinking in now.

"Yare, yare," Kakashi sighed, struggling to maintain his tone, that customary lazy, lethargic drawl which he was well known for. He paused for a moment, spreading out his blunt fingers, able to feel the heat of the rosy buns through his glove. He tore his gaze from the round red mounds, caressing the throbbing flesh, encouraging the younger shinobi to calm down. With quiet reflection, he eased his hold on the Uchiha, and moved back on the ledge, trying to get the youth more level over the jounin's taut, muscular thighs, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

The copy-ninja's dark eye mellowed. The boy was so like himself... he knew what it felt like to be treated like a brat when you thought you could do no wrong. He'd been just as big-headed as the young avenger when he was his age. Recalled the first, utterly embarrassing (and not to mention painful) trip over his own sensei's lap for being a reckless little know-it-all. The silver-haired man fought the urge to rub his butt at the mere memory, but soon regained focus on his genius student, suspended over his lap with his shorts at his knees, like many an academy brat. Hatake suppressed the change of resolve, of mercy, that woke at the thought. It was a pretty cute sight. His eye drooped irritably. Anou... a satisfying one, at least.

Again, he leaned down, uttering his question once more, softly, "Anou... Sasuke-kun. Can you promise me that you'll stick by my warnings? Do you promise to try to act more responsibly in the future...?" he waited for a moment, palm still resting against the shinobi's well-punished cheeks, "Because; if you've not yet learned your lesson..." his warm hand moved from its place across the Uchiha's ass, and he held it in the air as an ominous warning.

He laid there, letting his emotions pour from him as he tried to stop his tears and small sobs by brushing his sleeve across his puffy eyes. The soothing rubbing of his tender flesh was surprisingly comforting. Well, mainly because Kakashi had stopped spanking him. His main concern was to hold on as long as possible, and try and maintain himself, but since that failed....A small hiccup escaped his mouth, and he resembled somewhat of a child, rubbing his swolen eyes with his fists as he sniffled.

At the movement, the Uchiha tensed up again, thinking that more punishment was soon to come, but all Kakashi had down was lean down to his height so that he was staring at his face to which his raven bands stuck. "Anou... Sasuke-kun. Can you promise me that you'll stick by my warnings? Do you promise to try to act more responsibly in the future...?" he waited for a moment, palm still resting against the shinobi's well-punished cheeks. He took a small gulp ,and sniffed again, deabating on whether to anwser his sensei or not. He wanted to tell him that he understood, but at the same time, he didn't want to say anything offending that would upset his sensei further and then thus cost him his ass..."Because; if you've not yet learned your lesson..." his warm hand moved from its place across the Uchiha's ass, and he held it in the air as an ominous warning. His eyes widened in surprise, and his throat tightened. "H-Hai sensei; I un-understand...I-I learned my...my lesson..." he choked out; why did he feel like crying again? He held his head in embarrassment and shame; he'd been so foolish...so very, very, foolish...

"Seeing sense at last," the silver-haired shinobi breathed, not unkindly, his hand once more lowering to knead the well-punished cheeks, feeling the heat beneath his palm. Maybe he'd gone a little overboard... Looking down at the haughty so withdrawn and arrogant youth with raven tresses, Hatake couldn't help but believe that. The prospect of loss really cut him deep. His kneading became more gentle, before his blunt fingers, now a soft pink from their chastisement of the last Uchiha's toned young butt, slipped from the bare buns, and sloped to grip the seat of Sasuke's shorts, "Anou. Well... that's enough of that lesson, don't you think? Of course, I can repeat it at any time if you forget," he cautioned darkly, before tenderly easing the shorts and underwear of his charge back up, tugging the rough material back a tad so as not to run against the throbbing scarlet flesh too much.

Slipping the shinobi's pants into place, Kakashi's left hand ruffled at the avenger's barbed bangs, shaking the dark hair loose of the boy's tears, "Now that it's over with... I think you're ready for the chidori."

As soon as it seemed like the humiliating situation started, it had ended at last, and he let out a small breath that he didn't know that he was holding. A reliefed expression crossed over his face, and the blushed faded away slowly once he felt the material back on his abused rear, his face now only a light shade of pink."Anou. Well... that's enough of that lesson, don't you think? Of course, I can repeat it at any time if you forget.""Hai, s-sensei.." he breathed under his breath; it'd ben such a long time since he refered to Kakashi as his 'sensei'. He usually just refered ot him as Kakashi, or, if he wasn't in the mood, not even refered to the silver-haired sensei at all.

Slipping the shinobi's pants into place, Kakashi's left hand ruffled at the avenger's barbed bangs, shaking the dark hair loose of the boy's tears, "Now that it's over with... I think you're ready for the chidori." He glanced up at him slightly at the gestured, and shook his head a bit to get the remaining tears and bangs off of his face. "...chidori?" he questioned, his eye lighting up for a moment as he said this. "...but didn't you say that I was done for the day..?" A small blush crept up his face. "...a-and can I plea--please get up now?" He replied uncomfortably, shifting a bit on his lap.

The copy-ninja's lone eye crinkled into the suggestion of a smile at his genius nin's reply, and something within his chest seemed to lift, the gravity of responsibility easing a little. It was difficult for him to 'rule by fear', as many of his subordinates and fellow senseis were able, but he did intend to carry out his threats. Perhaps in place of his many forbidden, and somewhat obscene jutsu punishments, he'd choose to carry on this one for a while... as long as it worked.

At the last Uchiha's question, Kakashi blinked, and then nodded, giving the boy's shorts-clad rump a few pats to encourage him to shift, "Mm. Anou. I think you're capable of carrying on, Sasuke-kun... only, I also think you need a good night's rest. The chidori might take it out of you if your body can't handle the strain of it. Plus, that'll give us both time to heal... even our most insignificant injuries...ne?" his dark eye smiled again, warmly, noting Sasuke's blush, only highlighting the truth of what had passed: the fact that the silver-haired shinobi had just pounded his backside for his recklessness. It was a good thing to keep it fresh in mind, after all.

"Come on, let's..." he thought of an appropriate phrase, "Let's just share each other's company on the way back home, hm?" He began walking, a gloved hand sneaking into his pocket in search of his beloved novella, "Maybe I'll even treat you to a little something to eat if we pass somewhere on the way."

He was a little shaky on his feet, but quickly gained his balance within a few seconds. "...thanks, Kakashi.." he mumbled, rubbing his rear a bit with a small winch. This lesson would surely stay with him for quite a while; he wouldn't want to find himself in a position like that for a looooong while to come.

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat..." he mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets located on his pants, which moments ago, hand been around his knees while Kakashi pummeled his ass. The, at the question, he felt a small blush rise to heat up his cheeks once again. "...M-Mrm...I could sill train if I wanted to..." he shrugged, trying to keep his tough facade one. "But I really should get some rest..." his eyes drifted up to Kakashi's face; he was smiling at him. And he, himself, could help but crack a small smile at this. "...W-Well,uh...

"Oh, alright.." he mumbled as he began to walk besides his sensei back into the busy village.His stomach growled a bit; he was hungry, he could do for something to eat right about now. "...Kakashi,you don't need to treat me...not after the way I...well...you know..."