What a Cat-Asstrophe!

[Gothicruby]

Lion-O glanced down with a raised brow at Tygra's sudden order before simply shaking his head "I will not. Not untl I can be sure that you've learned your lesson," he stated, not missing a single beat to the rhythm that he was becoming quickly accustomed to "Infact it's that attitue that helped get you into this positon; you want up then you'd better start working to curb it, mister. Otherwise you and I are gonna be here 'till the sun rises." While for the moment he was perfectly fine with tending to his brother's punishment across the seat of Tygra's pants, he kept a vigiland ear out for anything that might indicate a lack of progress and, consequently, a need for any relevant adjustment to his brother's current attire.

[Croup]

"Nngh, are you even serious?!" Tygra's temper rose the more the embarrassing punishment went on. "I'm a grown Cat, not some brat like Wilykat," he said with another squirm in his ropes. "You've got no right to do this! You may be King but . . . but I'm still older than you!" That sounded lame even to his own ears, but the logic was so clear to Tygra that he couldn't even articulate it. The very idea of him getting spanked by Lion-O was too ridiculous for words.

"And my attitude is fine! If anything, it's--ow!--all your lame orders that keep souring my mood, oh Lord of the Thundercats," he said sarcastically.

[Gothicruby]

At any other time Lion-O might have been amused at Tygra's attempt to pull-rank over him with such faulty logic; but as it was his brother's sarcastic remarks only served to justify how sorely needed a lesson this was turning out to be "First of all; you might be older but you're anything but wiser right now," he took the time to increase the smack's force just enough to really sting through the heavy material of the tiger's pants "You left your post, exposed us all to one of any number of threats and even managed to get yourself ambushed and bound by a small gang of lizards! That's all the right I need to teach you a thing or two, brother. Regardless of what you think of my orders you should atleast be able to see what disregarding them might have cost us." he punctuated his point by one firm smack just to the underside of Tygra's rear before the pause set in, moving his hand up to take the waistband of the tiger's pants.
"And for the record," he started lightly "WilyKat never called any of us names. You should probably think about that before trying to pull age-order." it took a slight lift to how he was currently holding Tygra in place, but he'd quick enough gave the material enough to slack to be pulled down and expose the tiger's underwear clad backside.

[Croup]

The pulling of fabric, followed by a draft over his rear, was enough to make Tygra struggle even worse. "Ahh! Pull those up again right now, darn it! I'm telling you, you can't do this to me!" His choice of underwear that night had been a pair of green, spandex-looking boxer shorts. They clung tightly to both his firm, nicely toned buttocks, showing every bounce and flex of his flesh as Lion-O's hand struck them. "Ooh!"

You might be older but you're anything but wiser right now.

Once again Tygra's breath caught, as he was reminded again of their father, Claudus. He recalled a childhood memory which had been lost until now . . . passing by the King's private chambers as a young boy. He'd heard protests coming from inside, followed by his father saying those exact same words Lion-O had just repeated . . . followed by the sounds of many whacks and hearty yells. When the doors had opened, who would come out but General Panthro himself, rubbing the seat of his pants and wiping his face. Later on, Tygra had decided the scene had been too unbelievable and he had just imagined the whole thing . . .

Except now history was oddly repeating itself. Instead of the mighty general however, it was the king's own brother twisting over his knees, moonlight reflecting off his shapely bottom. Perhaps becoming Lord of the Thundercats brought with it the knowledge that men of all ages should receive discipline when called for.

"Ohhh, okay! You've made your point! Now let me up!" Tygra snapped, still thinking he could retain his dignity and escape before things got any worse for him. It hurt more now that the shorts and a thin layer of fur was all that stood between his rump and Lion-O's surprisingly hard palm.

[Gothicruby]

Ignoring another of his brother's childish demands, the young lord merely shook his head again as he allowed the heavy fabric to fall and settle around his older brother's knees. The tiger may not have been less than willing to see past his own pride and consider what danger he'd opened himself up to but Lion-O wouldn't give up on him; he'd keep Tygra over his lap all day and night if that was what it would take to bring all of the best out in his cocky, over-confident but capable brother.
"You're wrong Tygra; I can do this to you and I will," Lion-O breathed almost somberly as his hand once again collided with Tygra's underprotected rear "For however long it takes you to understand just how reckless you're being to the whole matter," he continued to land firm smack after firm smack across his ever-pinking backside, all too concious of how desperate the situation was to crack through the tiger's stubborn front"I know you know better than how you're acting Tygra, and I intend to bring the best back out in you brother."

The young lord brought the punishment to a gradual pause, regarding his older brother through a narrowed gaze as he took special note of the other cat's lack of improvement "I'm not sure you're quite ready for that yet mister," as he spoke his hand moved to take the waistband of the tiger's thin-cut boxer shorts, holding it for a moment as he listened out for any telling reaction before he pulled them down "You don't sound particularly sorry for what you've done, and I'm not sure you even understand what you're over my lap for in the first place," he gave a slight tug on the underwear's fabric in modest emphasis.

[Croup]

Tygra gasped as Lion-O's meaning became clear. Either shape up fast, or his underwear would follow his pants. "Don't even think about it!" he gasped out, cheeks visibly clenching at the idea of what that would mean.

He listened as Lion-O went on, again expressing that this spanking was for Tygra's own good. Some of his brother's words . . . they were starting to make sense. He had been reckless, there was no way to deny that. But Tygra's pride interfered again before they could take hold. It still didn't give Lion-O the right to treat him like a kitten! Tygra was just too bull-headed to take such sentiments to heart without enough force to back them up. Like many young men of all races, Tygra needed a firm hand significantly applied to do any good.

"I know exactly why I'm over your lap. It's because you're still jealous over how superior I was to you as a boy, and you're using this as an excuse to get even with me," Tygra said callously.

He's gone this far, but there's no way he would actually spank me on my bare ass, he thought confidently. He's just bluffing to try and get me to change my ways . . . well I'll show him!

[Gothicruby]

Lion-O kept an unreasable demeanor as he took in Tygra's accusation; maintaining it as he pulled down his brother's underwear in one swift movement "If you really believe it's over something so petty, then you haven't learned a single thing." As he raised his and in preperation to land across his brother's bare backside, Lion-O had never felt so sure in all his life that he some vital lesson somewhere that had been missed fell to him in a desperate need of correction.

The lord of the Thundercat's palm proceeded to find a firmer rhythm against Tygra's backside; leaving each smack meant as meaningfully as the last, varying between the centre of his brother's rear and the sensitive undercurve laying beneath, determined to make sure that the lesson would sink in and sink in well.
"I'm dissappointed in you Tygra; I really thought you were better than this," he commented with another firm smack to his rump's underside "But seeing your behaviour tonight, I'm genuinely wondering why instead of finding my trusted team-mate to try and work with I'm having to deal with an obnoxious little kitten who's clearly too self-centered to see how one false move affects the rest of us." his palm caught the centre again, force increasing just enough to let him know just how serious the matter was "So we're going to start from the beginning and this time, you're going to learn something; what exactly made you think it was going to be a good idea to leave your post for a midnight stroll? Was our safety just too inconvenient for you?"