Sensei Discipline Session

[Croup]

The clock ticked the seconds off one by one as the three men sat uneasily along one wall of the room. Utilizing a simply psychological measure, the legs of their chairs were cut too short for their size, making them feel close to the floor and even more like naughty boys than they already did. And if you think it's strange that a grown man should feel like a naughty boy, than you've plainly never been under the hard gaze of Morino Ibiki.

The big man sat behind his desk, regarding the three leaf-jounin. Occasionally, his glance would flicker to the empty seat beside them.

Yamato fidgeted slightly in his seat. He'd only come into charge of a team recently, so this was his first time at the monthly "Sensei Discipline Session" and he wasn't sure what to expect. He'd anticipated something where they'd discuss various teaching methods, perhaps trade tips and let off some steam about their more irksome students, but the oppressive silence said otherwise. Even the usually talkative Gai was keeping his chatter to a minimum. On his other side, Asuma smoked nervously, flicking his ash out every now and again.

Once again, Yamato wished that Kakashi was there. His masked sempai had been the one to inform him of this "sensei-only" meeting, but hadn't thought to furnish any details regarding what went on there. But the longer Yamato sat--and the longer he stared at the various paddles and straps lining Ibiki's walls--the more uncomfortable he became about this whole business.

"We'll give Hatake two more minutes," Ibiki said, shuffling some papers. "Then we're starting, with or without him. He knows what the penalty is for lateness, especially if I have to track him down myself."

"Hey . . . " Yamato nudged the two men on either side. "What's this all about, anyway? I feel like a student at the Academy again. Is this going to be some sort of lecture?"

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The clock ticked on, each movement shooting through both jounin, each lost in their own worlds of thought, before they were nudged. Gai looked at the younger jounin, having been glaring intently at Kakashi's seat. Sarutobi looked to him, encouraging him to spill the beans, as he always had a habit of jumping the gun, but the toned man merely grimaced, face darkening. "Ten—" Gai halted, giving yet another glance to the empty seat beside him, before looking back at the younger man, "-Yamato-kun, don't tell me that Kakashi hasn't shown you the ropes already?" he frowned, tossing his head to the side, clearly wound up and flustered, "Just like my rival to neglect something so important!" he glared at the floor, a muscled thigh bobbing in irritation, rage broiling under his skin. Damn that hip, modern outlook! Many times it was youthful and endearing, but others... it really pissed him off! He gave a sheepish look up at the chief of torture, before quickly sending it away. He HATED to be dominated like this... as though he was some naughty brat! Though he did not deny that he felt the radiance of youth at these sessions, that did not cross out his feelings of shattered pride. He wore his heart on his sleeve! He was a man! He wouldn't allow even his beloved rival to treat him like some naughty child (knowingly)! But still... he had to submit. He would not be a excellent sensei, wouldn't set a good example for his collegues or his students if he did not grit his teeth and take it like the Blue Beast that he was!

Totally forgetting to fill Yamato in, the hot-blooded man wracked his brain, trying to think of what he could have possibly done to irk Ibiki's attentions this month... Maybe... those laps of Konoha square? It was an accident, to have broken that shop window with his furious leaping. He was afraid that he would be late, and he had apologised profusely on his way back... he tried to lean back in his chair, feeling his toned butt working over the wood, nearly falling off the hunk of timber due to the too-short legs of the chair, "Let's see now... what was it, what was it..." again dark eyes drifted to the empty seat, and the man released a hot-blooded groan of frustration.

Asuma raised his eyebrows at the taijutsu-specialist, and then took another long drag of his cigarette, before trying to lean back in his chair for comfort, but unable to, "He really didn’t tell you? Damn..." the big man ran a tanned hand through his barbed hair, murmuring, "are you in for a rude wake-up call..." Oddly, the heavily built, strapping jounin seemed unusually... well... anxious. Embarrassed, even. He turned a fleeting glance to the former ANBU beside him, "...Well, you’re new to this, aren't you?" Asuma absently scratched at a bulking thigh, eyes drifting as he felt the short hairs beneath itch under the material. Hazards of sitting on these damn things... what he wouldn't give to be getting beaten at Shogi, or getting eaten out of house and home by his students (-s) right now... But hoping never helped. Not here. Troublesome, that's what this was. A real pain in the ass, "Can you remember screwing up anything in the past month? Anything at all?" the cigarette bobbed on the verge of Asuma's lower lip, ash threatening to burn his thigh, as he once more scratched the back of his head, shifting his ass against his seat, clearly discomforted.

(Long intro post is long!)

[Croup]

"Screwing anything up?" Yamato asked in confusion. He shifted in his seat. "I don't understand. So this IS some sort of disciplinary session?"

"The idea," Ibiki said suddenly, cutting off the loose chatter, "Is that as senseis, you men are in charge of keeping your students on the straight and narrow. To do that, however, you have to occassionally be kept there yourself." He smiled dangerously. "That's when I'm called in." Although Ibiki was close to the same age as the others in the room, his demeanor showed the true authority he carried over them in that room. This was the master interrogator's place of power, and they all somehow knew it.

"And while Mister Yamato--"Ibiki's scarred lips curled up at the pseudonym, "might be unaware of his transgressions, don't worry. The Hokage's office keeps careful records of each and every infraction." He smoothed out the stack of papers on his desk. "As to my methods? You'll be seeing them in action, and feeling them yourself, soon enough."

The dark-skinned man checked the clock. Time was just about up.

"Alright Maito, you're up first," he said to Gai. He gestured towards a marked 'X' on the floor. "Front and center. Hatake will just have to miss the show."

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The Blue Beast looked up with a start, and then knitted his thick brows. Kakashi always seemed to miss out on that essential part of his, erm... his 'session' where he kept his cool. That bastard... it was like he planned it. With a grunt, he soon raised himself from his short-legged chair, offering a thumbs-up to Yamato, smirking. This is how it's done, Yamato-kun! He paced towards the 'X' determinedly, stamping out powerful legs, feet apart, folded arms unwinding to brace upon his hips. He puffed out his chest, dark eyes glaring at the scarred shinobi with a combination of defiance and respect, "Osu!"

Asuma had since sucked to the filter of his cigarette, and fondled at his flack-jacket for another soon after, raising the tab to his lips and lighting. Damn, Gai going first, again. It was probably for the best, anyway... he'd been going first for quite a few months now; probably due to the fact that when he wasn't, he'd rush off to drag Kakashi back, pissing Ibiki off royally. He hadn't done that for a while, though... not after the scarred man had had a little talk with him about it. Asuma sighed, spilling a flood of smoke into the air. He'd have liked to get his over and done with before everybody else, because watching really got the big guy unsettled. Thinking how his own hair-dappled buns would be burning and flexing soon after, thinking how much it was gonna hurt, how sore his poor ass was gonna be playing shogi with his lazy miracle chuunin when the day came to an end. He just hoped he could keep a poker face. He was a bright kid, after all... Absently he cast a glance at Yamato, and held out the pack, reluctantly offering the other guy something to pass the time and settle his nerves.

[Croup]

Yamato rejected the offering, though without some gratitude. But he was much more interested in Gai, standing there with his back straight, firm glutes held aloft by the tight green spandex. He cut a powerful figure, and Yamato wondered just how in the world you could punish a man like that.

But there was some niggling at the back of his mind. This whole procedure, it reminded him of something. Certain initiation ceremonies in the ANBU . . .

The scarred man flipped through several papers, his mouth showing no hint of a smile now. This was all business. "You've been busy," he said. "Seven seperate accounts of property damage within the village alone? They may be minor, Gai, but that's still no excuse. Setting a bad example . . . " The man rattled off further crimes, creating a sizeable list of hotheaded transgressions the Blue Beast had committed in the last month. By the end, there was little doubt from anyone in the room that Gai did indeed need to be reined in.

Taking his chair out from behind the desk, Ibiki placed it out in front so the others could watch Gai's punishment. "You know the drill, Maito," he said. "Spandex off, and over my lap."

There was a soft gasp from the wood-nin at that pronouncement of sentence. Ibiki couldn't . . . he couldn't mean to . . . Even if he'd acted brashly, Gai was a grown man!

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"Now, M-Morino-san..." Gai began, beginning to sweat, before further transgressions shut him up. It was bizarre to witness the Blue Beast discomforted; it rarely happened, to see him fidget and grimace to himself, cheeks threatening to redden. If any of his students, particularly Lee, were to hear about all that ill-discipline—! Asuma and Tenzou were bad enough (he nearly flushed, hairs standing on end as he heard Asuma's friendly chuckle behind him). At least his rival weren't here to witness it... Instead the stubborn man simply waited out the list, eyes closed and arms folded as he frowned, grunting softly to himself. Some of those he hadn't even remembered...! Well, that was youth. Always thinking in the present!

The hot-blooded jounin nodded to the order, lips forming a pout as he shouldered out of his jacket, tossing it to Asuma who ceremoniously hung it on the back of his chair. Lifting his neck, the taijutsu-specialist unearthed the hidden zip to his suit, and slid it down. As the terrible green material slid over tanned flesh, muscles rippling as the man stripped, Asuma wondered why the guy felt the need to wear that damn suit at all. Well, guess it helped him some way. Sarutobi decided to stub out the tab, but kept the end in his mouth; it was calming to have something there. Like one of those stress balls his old man used to play on the few times work got him riled... when his rebel son's rump hadn't been available, that was. Starting from the bittersweet memory, the bearded man turned to the startled Yamato, and grinned around his cig, "Warm welcome to sensei-hood, huh?"

[Croup]

The new sensei's eyes were wide as he beheld Gai's naked form come into view, those toned taijutsu hardened muscles flexing off the green outer layer. He turned to Asuma and inclined his head towards the sitting Ibiki. "Is he about to do what I think he is . . . !?"

Ibiki merely sat there, his legs spread wide and ready to welcome Gai's body once it was fully undressed. He knew that the man knew just what to do. Ever since these monthly meetings had begun under the Third Hokage, Gai was the one most often punished. He didn't get it every time, and he was hardly the only one, but he'd gotten it enough instances that to Ibiki it was simple routine to punish him. A monthly ritual of well-muscled Jounin cheek-blistering that he could practically set his calendar by.

Once Gai was fully naked, his bare feet fidgetting on the wooden floorboards, Ibiki widened his stance and signaled for the man to settle himself over.

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Gai eased himself over the scarred shinobi's thighs as though it were the norm, his dark hair falling forwards as his knitted his brows in concentration, if the most fleeting self-consciousness at stripping himself for... well... no more than an unruly youth's punishment... Now that he was here, he'd have to teach Yamato-kun how it was done; show him the ropes, like his dear rival should have. Gai huffed petulantly, cheeks rosy for the first time. If the wood-nin had been under HIS capable wing, he would have had no doubts of what to expect! Why, he'd... he'd show him the ropes himself, teach him a thing or two - like a sempai and good comrade would. He'd done it for Asuma enough times, and-- blinking, the hot-blooded man shifted himself further over Ibiki's muscled thighs, drawing himself forward so that his toffee-tanned, perky ass was the high-point over the interrogator’s lap. Gai knew well what was expected; and with a final shake of his bare buns, he nodded once to himself, bare hands clapped to the floorboards as he glared doggedly at them. He'd trained for this... it would certainly pay off!

"Watch and learn," Asuma drawled gruffly in reply, folding thick, hairy arms over his chest, "You've really never encountered this before, Yamato?" The Fire shinobi regarded his younger comrade sceptically, eyebrow raising. Huh. That was unexpected... for a jounin of Yamato's age never coming into contact with a genuine, rough and no-nonsense butt blistering?. He was sure that ANBU squad captains had some kind of leverage on their subordinates, but... maybe it wasn't the same for everyone. Not all Konoha shinobi would adapt to it. Perhaps he was so used to it, having been brought up around and witnessing regular ass beatings to many a grown man by his old man, that the thought had never come up. Still...

After regarding the auburn-haired nin for a while longer, the bearded jounin heaved a sigh, folding his arms more tightly, and looked back to the show before them. 'Guess I'm getting to be as eccentric as Gai...'

[Croup]

Ibiki surveyed the round, bronzed globes perched over his knee. As always, Gai's buttocks were a sight to behold. He always kept them in prime condition. It was almost a shame that Ibiki had to beat them them both an ugly, glaring red, that he had to make those muscular, spherical buns wobble, flex, bounce and clench. Almost.

Like a shot ringing out, Ibiki's first spank slapped down onto those cheeks. It caused the new guy, Yamato, to jump in his seat. Ibiki almost smirked at that, but managed to keep up his stern expression. Wouldn't do to give away the game. His heavy palm went back and forth between Gai's firm buttocks, hitting fast and hitting hard, without benefit of warmup. Indeed, this was almost the exact same procedure Ibiki used at the start of his prisoner interrogations. What would these Jounin say, if they knew they were sometimes guinea pigs for his technique?

"I've encountered them before, but . . . They'd always be spur of the moment, informal . . . " Yamato said, his eyes glued on Gai's powerful upturned backside as it got punished. "I mean, it was never quite this . . . regimented." The man flushed slightly. Back in ANBU, it'd often been Kakashi-sempai who'd slung him over a knee, bared his butt and then . . . He'd always been embarrassed by it, a child's punishment. But here there were men older than him getting it, Jounin-level nin, and it seemed to be a regular procedure!

He suddenly started as another crack of palm met Gai's butt. He turned to meet Asuma's eyes. "Ah, but Sarutobi-san. If Gai is getting it, then that means the two of us, too . . . !?"

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At the first of the whacks, falling like slabs of concrete across his bronzed ass, Gai's fists only tightened, his teeth gritting. Ibiki was a real pro! Gai admired the man, but... HE'D been working hard for months now, testing his endurance, keeping his hot-blooded body in the prime of condition; going as far to see what tortures his round, firm and manly buttocks could take. He would beat each of his comrades easily; he had the greatest stamina of them all! In fact, he wouldn't even make a single sound during this— "Hhhn!" the man suddenly sputtered as a particularly hard spank slammed into his right cheek, scouring the tanned flesh and forcing the other pert mound to hike up as though demanding a piece of the action for itself. He nipped his lips together. Better to keep his eyes on the prize, for now...

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news," Asuma grunted almost in apology, suppressing the urge to go for his lighter. He had been cutting down; meaning to, but... somehow, these sessions; the WAIT, at least, got his fingers itching and his cravings going. The burly man looked up as the door opened and closed very softly, as Hatake Kakashi sloped into the room. His bodice ripper bulged in his back pocket, threatening to drag the material down to reveal the crack of his idle, cocky ass. Asuma sighed. Guy must've just shoved it in there just before he came in... scratching his beard, the tanned jounin wondered what excuse the copy-ninja would think up this time... doubted it'd be any more original than the fella's excuses ever were.

Kakashi raised a warm 'yo' to his fellow senseis, and then sat down in the seat beside Yamato. He seemed the picture of cool despite how far down the chair legs were cut, and his lone eye fell upon the scene before him with a lazy hunger, "Thank goodness. I haven't missed anything, after all..." he absently tore his eye from his rival's reddening ass, and then to his former ANBU subordinate, a touch playful, "Mmm. How are you enjoying your first time, Yamato-kun?"