Kiba's Bad Day (for hrt)

[Croup]

"Yow!" Kiba winced as his round butt was solidly whacked, sending ripples of reddening skin and pain across the expanse of the buttocks. "Aow, c'mon sensei. Don't put me on the same -ouch!- level as that guy...!"

Kiba lolled his hips, his buns starting to acquire a hearty burning sensation.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"You and him SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! aren't so different actually." He said, moving his hand down to strike the Inuzuka's sitspots and thighs.

[Croup]

"Ooooh! Ergh... ah, no way, sensei...!" Normally, Kiba would have been able to adequately argue the ways he and Naruto were completely dissimilar, but something about getting his bare ass repeatedly smacked made it difficult to concentrate. And that was even before his sitspots were targetted.

"Owww! Ah, not so hard!" Kiba said, stretching out his calves in an almost-kick as the base of his butt was whacked. Kiba wasn't even trying to be stoic about this spanking. If anyone had been watching, then he'd try to hold it in. But since it was just Akamaru there (and Akamaru had seen him get way worse), he didn't bother.

[Hrtofdrkns]

"If you think this is bad, wait until we get to the belt." Iruka added as he continued to slap, smack, and whck the boy's reddening butt.

[Croup]

"Ooooh!" Kiba moaned. He'd forgotten about that damn belt, and the paddle, too. Last time he'd gotten a dose of both in the same day, he hadn't been able to sit down without wincing for days. He was seriously rolling his hips now, the muscles in his ass squirming and flexing as they were soundly spanked.

"Ahh, please sensei!" Kiba begged like a- well, like a dog. "Not the belt, please! Can't you just- ow!- spank me?" With a groan, he tried to lift his mid-section up up a few inches from Iruka's lap, hefting his backside and wagging his reddened buttocks as best he could to put them in a better position to be whacked. In Kiba's pack-based mind, if he submitted further, then he'd get off better. "See, yeah? I didn't do nothing to deserve a belt!"

[Hrtofdrkns]

"Oh yes SMACK! you did! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Iruka said before ending the hand spanking with a devistating series of smacks that covered every inch of Kiba's rump at least twice. Then he reached into his desk drawer and withdrew his paddle, rubbing the cool wood around on the Inuzuka's red ass.

[Croup]

"Ah, ow ow ow okay! Maybe I did! I'm sorry! Ooowch! I'm sorry- ah, shit!" Kiba writhed and wriggled as his butt was quickly beat back down to lay flatly over Iruka's thighs, his flesh rippling and bouncing to the painful spanks of Iruka's hard hand.

Not a single part of Kiba's ass was spared, and as Iruka's palm left the heated skin to rummage around in a drawer (for what Kiba didn't want to know), Kiba reached both hands around to assess the damage. "Ahh, that freakin' hurt sensei. It's hot and sore all over..." he whined, squeezing one rounded bun with each hand. Then, he felt the wood of Iruka's paddle pressing against his rear. He quickly covered his sit-spots, "Ahh, no Iruka-sensei. I don't need anymore- I'll be good, I swear!"

[Hrtofdrkns]

"Hands out front Kiba." Iruka ordered as he raised the paddle over the cherry-red globes.

[Croup]

"Ah, shit..." Kiba groaned, but did as ordered. Akamaru gave him a sympathetic whine, and Kiba managed to give him a toothy, if pained, reassuring grin. He was just glad nobody else could see him over his teacher's knee like this, getting his ass beat. Big bad Inuzuka Kiba, getting spanked like a pup!

Kiba inwardly winced as he felt the paddle rise up above his now unprotected rear. He flexed his fingers and clenched his ass as best he could to dampen the pain he knew it was about to receive.

[Hrtofdrkns]

Iruka brought the paddle down with crashing force, a lound WHACK! sounding throughout the room.