Sensei Discipline Session

[Croup]

The man's palm slid over the Sarutobi heir's rear, smoothing the hairs. The fibers scratched against his fingers. "One of these days, I'll punish you by shaving this ass," Ibiki said conversationally, giving one of the hirsute buns a good squeeze.

Then he doled out the first spank.

SMACK! His palm crashed down on top of Asuma's left buttock, biting deep into the muscular flesh, and then lifted up again, leaving a field of screaming nerve endings in his wake. Before that hand-print had even fully filled in, he cracked his hand down again on the same spot. And again. And then again. He spanked the area a total of five times before he moved on to the other cheek. This was Ibiki's method whe spanking the big guy. Unlike with Gai, who always tried so hard to take his discipline like a man, Ibiki enjoyed making Asuma squirm right from the start.

Just as with Gai's spanking earlier, Yamato found himself unable to look away now from Asuma's butt-beating. Each crack of Ibiki's skilled palm seemed to fill the whole room, as if the spanking was happening right next to his ear. He tugged on the collar of his Jounin vest, adjusted his head protector, coughed to himself as more and more of Asuma's rump was transformed right before his eyes into the red, punished backside of a naughty boy.

"Sempai . . . you really go through this once a month . . . ?" he muttered to the man sitting next to him.

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Asuma grimaced as more rough spanks slammed into his left cheek, causing him to arch it down, grinding into the scarred man's lap, his right butt cheek sailing up. He yelped in spite of himself as the right was whacked back down soon after, then painful pattern repeating as his left cheek throbbed with the afterburn of Ibiki's broad, calloused hand. A hand suited perfectly to administer thorough poundings to potent jounin rump. The bearded jounin frowned deeply. It felt like the other guy was just warming up, and he knew that he was gonna have more to come afterwards. Ibiki never went back on his word, always introducing an array of penalties and punishments when he felt the need, that Asuma knew well, and so he decided to keep his trap shut about the interrogator's threat. He didn't want a shaver anywhere near his buns. "Nnngh!" the big man groaned as Ibiki moved back to his left butt cheek, clenching vainly against the punishment. This just wasn't his day…

"Mm? Not always," Kakashi murmured back to Yamato in reassurance. He then leaned in closer, gray eyebrow raising, "sometimes we're called in twice." It was true, but rare. Only when a urgent transgression had been made, when Ibiki wanted to make CERTAIN that it would never happen again. Kakashi knitted his brows, the usually calm expression tightening with the faintest discomfort. He then leaned back, secretly savouring torturing the younger man like this. Tenzou had always been a squirmer; the older man enjoyed yanking his subordinate's chain. Roping the ANBU into paying for his rare fast-food meals, thrusting him into awkward situations and then ditching him, sometimes tanning his backside just, well... because he felt like it. It was a dog eat dog world, and getting one over on a friend was something of a guilty pleasure for the copy-ninja; ever since... Kakashi's dark eye narrowed, banishing the past and watching his fellow sensei shift his ass in discomfort. It'd been a while since the lazy nin had taken the other man over his lap...

[Croup]

"Tw--twice!?" Yamato asked with a sizeable gulp. If Naruto could see his captain now, he would have laughed himself silly. The man looked like he'd fallen victim to his own 'scary face' technique. He looked back to Asuma's clenching buns, watching the mounds rise and fall, growing steadily more red.

Ibiki clapped his palm up and down methodically, not missing a single inch of meaty, beefy rump. While the Jounin who had the most toned ass was Gai (and they'd had the contests to prove it), Asuma's made up for it in terms of sheer muscle and girth. It was the backside that Ibiki enjoyed punishing the most, and he made sure Asuma knew that by always doing a most thorough job. He never ended a spanking until tears glistened in the man's beard, and his entire ass was hot and sore to the touch.

Hey, it was for his own good.

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Asuma was an awesome warrior, descendent of the Third, a powerfully-built man, with hirsute muscles, with a rock-hard manner, yet... even with all these combined, a man could not last rounds with Morino Ibiki working up a sweat to thrash his rump blazing red. The big man didn't care how unreasonable he seemed... he was sure that Ibiki liked to wallop his fulsome ass the most! He always felt the sting and weight for much, much longer than he thought the other fellas did... always felt like his butt had been roasting the longest, upturned and bared over the interrogator’s knee for what seemed like ages... guess it's always the way. Sarutobi gritted his teeth, then sent a glaring stare over his shoulder, "Oi, oi--! Not so hard--!" he gripped at the scarred man's left ankle, working his broad hand over and squeezing, trying to channal the throbbing in his ass, "UUugh...ahh! D-damn it..!!"

[Croup]

Ibiki couldn't resist a smirk at that. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it too much for the big strong man?" he asked. He grabbed Asuma's wrist and twisted it behind his back, denying him even further control. Ibiki didn't want the man focusing on anything other than the incredible burning in his buns, the sting on those masculine cheeks, the downright sizzling of his broad rump. Each harsh crack of his palm stoked the fires even further. This wasn't the first time the strapping Jounin had gone bare-ass over his knee, and it was doubtful to be the last, either. Sooner or later, this spanking would blend into all the others, melting into a cacophony of pain. But Ibiki liked to make each session memorable. If that meant that he had to spank harder every time, then that's what he would do.

The big man would remember this beating for a while, every time he bent over or sat down.

"What do you men think?" Ibiki asked the others in the room--Kakashi and Yamato in their chairs, Gai in his corner. "Am I spanking Sarutobi here too hard?" His granite-like palm smashed down again and again.

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Kakashi felt sweat bead under his headband, and decided that a naive blink and a lazy shrug would be satisfactory. Gai glanced around, having rubbed at his face, studying the other jounin's bare ass intently. Asuma-kun really had a shapely, sturdy butt... Plus, he was a man! He could take such a thundering spanking easily! The hot-blooded jounin shook his head, still watching the beating from his corner. His sore, raw ass clenched again, as though protesting the very thought even WITNESSING yet more punishment.

"Ahhh! OOooh! Ahh-aAHHH!" Asuma flexed his arm around in Ibiki's hold, grinding the hairy limb against his naked back, groaning at the loss of his comfort-hold. He shook his head, hot tears coming to his eyes at the mounting pain in his sizzling buns. They were getting a real pounding, his butt tenderising nicely, until it would be too sensitive to sit comfortably on for days. Sarutobi knew. It had happened often enough, "NNNnngh! I-It..OOH! C-come on!! St-STOP! It won't h-happen aGAIN--UUUGH!!"

[Croup]

"Be sure that it doesn't," Ibiki commanded, and gave ten more stiff whacks before he was satisfied. He looked down at the bare-ass, blubbering man over his lap. Now that was one well-diciplined Jounin. He'd remember this one for some time. Proof positive that the bigger they come, the harder they fall.

Of the three, the new guy, Yamato, was the only one who'd give a clear affirmative that Asuma had been punished enough. Ibiki would remember that, when it was his turn. But for now it was time to let Asuma up, as much as Ibiki would have enjoyed spanking him longer, beating on those meaty cheeks like a pair of drums.

"Git in your corner," he told the sniffling bearded guy when he got to his feet. He gave one final smack to those large, dark red buttocks, making them bounce and the man to yelp as he moved to his assigned place. Then Ibiki looked to the two men left. Kakashi and Yamato, sempai and kouhai. "Two down, two to go," he said, drumming his fingers. "Now, how should I deal with the two of you, hmm?"

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"Anou..." Kakashi piped up, a gloved hand rising. When the beefy, scarred man faced him, the copy-ninja gestured to his kouhai, "This is Yamato-kun's first time, Ibiki-san. I think it might be better to...anou- ease him into it. It would save time if Yamato and I went together," he had to seize the opportunity. There was nothing that Hatake Kakashi disliked more than being the underdog in a situation, without control. He almost despised it more than scum who forgot their comrades. He was so settled into the role of sempai and elite, bizarre jounin, Sharingan Kakashi, that these sessions really threw him off sync. Made him feel like he was a reckless genin, made lounging around on his ass, reading his favourite bodice rippers difficult. Ibiki had a way of making his firm, toned backside feel like tenderised meat for days on end. There had been close calls years back, when his first batch of students met with him after particularly agonizing butt-blisterings... He had a formidable reputation to keep up, after all.

Kakashi glanced to the wood-nin at his side. Yamato was nervous; he didn't need to use his Sharingan to observe that. It would be better to have their battle-hardened buns roasted till they were sizzling hot, side by side, for the first time in years. Give the rookie a little break, however much it was going against what the lazy nin believed in.

He could also take advantage of it, too. He knew from experience that when you were disciplining a duo of shinobi (his troublemaker Uzumaki and his self-seeking Uchiha had been in the position more often than not), attention naturally divided, and the job could often prove less stringent than if only one shinobi's ass was on the grill; bare, upturned and personal. The unfortunate star in the lively show. The silver-haired jounin regarded Ibiki guardedly. But that man knew how to dish it out... never went back on his word. Kakashi was barely able to sate the urge from shifting in his seat like an impish genin, like he had many, many years ago, under the stare of his late sensei, but settled for clenching and unclenched his taut, muscled buns against the low-cut seat, trying to remain level, "After all, who knows when our students will call on us..." He began to sweat, feeling Gai starting to life, finally taking his dark eyes from she sniffling Asuma and his blazing red rump, worrying about the students who may or may not need his undying love, tough knocks, and encouragement at that very moment, his sore buttocks shifting and shimmying.

[Croup]

Fingers drumming on the arm-band of his chair, Ibiki appraised the masked jounin with a raised eyebrow. "So you pick now to get concerned with the time? Hatake, you are really asking for this . . . " He scowled at them both. Then he grinned nastily. "But it's not a bad idea. I don't have all day to beat you bozos' asses, either. Are you okay with that, Yamato?"

The ANBU Jounin swallowed nervously at the tone being used on him. This was too unreal. Not only was he about to be punished like a boy, but alongside his sempai as well? Nothing like that had happened since he'd first joined Konoha's elite squads, on that ill-fated mission he'd first been sent on with the genius Copy-Ninja . . . He recalled now the feeling of Kakashi's tight, naked buns flexing up against his own well-muscled ass while they both got pounded, and wondered if this time it would feel the same. "That . . . would be fine . . . " he heard himself say.

The man nodded. "Thought you'd see it that way. Both of you get your asses up here then. And drop your pants while you're at it."

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Kakashi felt his eye crinkle into a grin as he stood up, letting his flak jacket slump free as he, paced forward with Yamato at his heels. Well... at least he could focus on his comrade this time. He stared at the other man from the corner of his narrowed eye, undoing the ties at his waist, before tugging up the hems of his azure shirt, exposing taut, pale and flexing abs, watching for the wood-nin to follow his example. May as well make the most of it.

Ibiki didn't rise from his seat for a while. He kneaded his thick, muscle-taut thighs, looking over at the two red-assed men in the corner, and then to the two unscathed jounin before him. He then rose up, his big frame tall and towering as his dark eyes pinned the men in place, falling on the wood nin with gravity. He began to crack his knuckles, a low growl issuing from his lips, "What are you waiting for, Yamato? Strip 'em off." The silver-haired jounin eased himself free of his clothes, save for his mask, something that he always seemed to remain in place, no matter what. Morino frowned, shaking his head. As long as the body was bare and at his command and disposal, Ibiki didn’t give a shit. "Alright. Get your asses over the desk. Get in snug. I want to see you both in as close as you can get." It was easier that way, but also, added a little something to the deal. He used to enjoy pounding a line of buns at a time, bare man-asses of all shapes and sizes, all lined up, shifting against the other, awaiting their licks with anticipation as their comrades groaned and yelped. The big, scarred man smirked inwardly, giving a short glance to the well-spanked jounin against the wall, and then returned his attention to the two men at his side.