Make a Saiyan out of you! (For League of Spankers)

[League of Spankers]

Those six swats were just the beginning of a long, painful spanking. Vegeta held his hand against the center of Trunks back to keep the boy over his lap as he spanked him. His arm was like a well-oiled machine, never stuttering or pausing between every strike.

Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.

As Vegeta reached the thirty swat count, he upped his strength by another 5% and focused the next two-dozen hits directly to Trunks bare, milky white thighs.

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By the time a dozen spanks had passed Trunks was gritting his teeth to keep from crying out. His father expected a certain level of toughness from the boy after all. By the time the 30th spank hard rolled around, Trunks was gasping out loud and kicking his legs slightly. Even through his underwear his bottom felt like it was burning up.

And the spanks even harder Trunks was sure started to his thighs. Now Trunks was unable to keep quiet or still, the half-Saiyan squirming all over and giving a loud "ow" or "ouch" with each spank. Still he fought tears with everything he had in him, knowing that it was what his dad expected. Trunks was trying to at least hold out long enough for his underwear to come down.

[League of Spankers]

Once he had turned those milky thighs a bright strawberry pink, Vegeta paused the punishment and rubbed Trunks warm rear. "Up to your feet." He instructed sternly as he lifted his hand off of the child's back, allowing him to stand. "Strip and fold your clothes into a pile. No covering or reaching back to rub. If I see it happen you'll get the rest with the hairbrush. Understand Trunks?" Vegeta scolded as he crossed his arms.

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Although his bottom and thighs were already burning, Trunks thought that his dad had stopped too soon. This fear was confirmed by the instructions given to him by his dad. To stand up and strip, which honestly wasn't a big deal besides the fact that it left his bottom without even the limited protection his underwear provided.

Furthermore he was to fold his clothes into a neat pile without covering up or rubbing. And his dad asked him a direct question which meant that he needed to answer. "I understand dad," Trunks confirmed as he went about following the instructions. First he slid his underwear off, then he grabbed the remainder of his clothes and folded them into a neat pile, putting that pile on his desk.

And although he didn't want to, he went to stand in front his dad, keeping his hands firmly away from his bottom, ready to accept the rest of his punishment.

[League of Spankers]

Vegeta watched his son strip and fold his clothes as he told him to. He was pleased to see his boy follow his orders about not reaching back to rub. That earned him a few brownie points. Without saying a word, he took his son by his biceps and laid him back across his lap.

Trunks bubble butt was warm to the touch, but Vegeta knew how much hotter he could get the flesh. Patting his buns a few times as a warning, he lifted his hand and slammed it down across trunks left cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Vegeta was using about fifty percent of his strength now. With every four swats he would stop and rub his son's bottom for a moment before giving another set of four. "Explain to me why your getting spanked Trunks." Vegeta ordered as he gave a blistering ten right in a row. Five to each thigh before returning to his cheeks.

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Trunks grimaced as he was not so gently pulled across his dads lap. He felt the rubbing and exploring of his dad's hand and tried his best not to flinch or tighten his bottom up. He didn't manage to fully relax though because the pats quickly became brutally painful spanks. The previous spanks had hurt, but this easily turned it up another notch. Had Trunks been able to really focus on anything but the rapidly growing pain in his bottom, he would have noticed that his father's Ki had jumped by around 25%.

But all he could really think was 'waahhh" and that is exactly what he said. All attempts at being tough for his dad vanished as Trunks howled out his dismay, squirming to the best of his ability, which granted very much.

When his dad began to rub in between the spanks Trunks was able to regain enough focus to hear his dad's question. But it was really hard to answer it because his pain spiked as his dad assulted his thighs.

Finally though, after a few minutes of pure misery and tears Trunks did manage to gasp out an answer. "Cause...I....gravity chamber...put self at risk..." Trunks answered with the pauses being him crying out in pain as the spanks continued to rain down.

In short order it was too much, and Trunks just stopped struggling and cried it out, going limp as his ability to process and handle the pain was pushed to it's very limit.

[League of Spankers]

Had anyone else been in his position, they would have ended the spanking right then and there. It was clear as day that Trunks had learned his lesson, just one glance at his bright fiery red bottom and near matching sit spots/thighs would have been enough to tell. But Vegeta was notoriously strict, and he wanted complete assurance that Trunks wouldn't be as foolish as to pull that stunt once more.

"Yes, and I never want to see you endanger yourself again." Vegeta scolded.

So after tightening his grip on Trunks waist, Vegeta swung his calloused hand a total of forty more times over his son's sitspots and thighs. With the final two at about 55% strength. After which he called it quits and slowly lifted Trunks up into a kneeling position over his lap. "Promise me." Vegeta whispered as he wrapped Trunks into a tight, fatherly embrace.

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Part of Trunks heard the scolding, but he was worn out and thus didn't give a response other then to continue to cry over his dad's lap. When his father's grip tightened again, part of Trunks mind, the part trained to always pay attention no matter what noticed it and knew what was coming.

As painful as the final barrage of spanks were, and they lot a new harsher fire that would be felt all day in his sit spots and thighs, Trunks was already past what he could process, and thus he just laid there and cried.

What happened next was even more surprising, as Vegeta scooped him up into a hug and cuddle. Trunks still wasn't sure how to react to the open display of affection. Before the fight against Buu his dad had NEVER done that before. Not even for a simple hug.

"Dad I am tough I can take it," Trunks protested weakly. This was still uncomfortable for him coming from his dad.