Karate Boy and Karate Girl (for JosephLeeCollins)

[Andras]

Ryan Blake was ten years old. Blake wasn't his original family name, as it were, but the name of his foster parents. He didn't know who his parents were, being an orphan. He has half-white and half-asian, and he was short, about 4'10. Ryan had a freckled face, a tanned complexion, brown eyes and ruffled dark hair which stood up a bit.

It was after school, and he was excited to go to his karate school to practice a bit. There wasn't a class today, but he wanted to come in to practice. He wore a white gi, or karate uniform, and had socks and sandals. He also wore a red headband.

Ryan was only a white belt. He was very enthusiastic, but very unskilled so far. Moreover, he wasn't very strong even for his age. As it stood, his instructors knew he wouldn't be great at defending himself. If he had to fight an adult, a man or even a woman, they could probably just pick him up and carry him off without too much trouble. But Ryan, as it was, was strangely unaware of his shortcomings. He had confidence, but it seemed to be born a bit of naivety.

He noticed someone new in the dojo, who he hadn't seen before.

[17JosephLC]

Tamari Dare was a beautiful teenage Asian girl, sixteen years old. Her hair and eyes were short and straight, black as night and beautiful to behold. She was an immigrant from Japan, having come to America with her family when she was just a child, younger than Ryan.

She too wore a white gi, and was a black belt, one of the top of her class! She didn’t notice little Ryan as he came inside the dojo, so focused was she on practicing. She seemed to be mix-and-matching different moves, fighting against opponents only she could see.

[Andras]

Little Ryan looked at Tamari, confused, but also fascinated. She was a girl, much older and taller than him. Ryan didn't really understand girls very much, but he saw them suspiciously. They always thought they were so mature and cooler then boys...it riled him up sometimes! She was a black belt though, and very skilled. She seemed to have been trained in different styles, using them together. But then he saw that she bore a logo unlike the one of his dojo. Ryan decided to confront her.

The boy marched up to her and crossed his arms, looking up at Tamari.

"Hey, girl. You're not from this school. So what are you doing here? You think you can just walk in here un-announced? Who do you think you are?"

[17JosephLC]

Tamari was in the middle of practicing her latest mixed-style when she was interrupted by a little boy. She looked down at him. He was very cute, with his arms crossed over his chest and an adorable angry face! Her first instinct was to pinch his cheeks, but she knew that this wasn’t the time for that.

Crossing her arms under her generous chest, she looked down at him. “Well, my name’s Tamari. I just transferred to the dojo today, and they didn’t have a spare gi for me, so I’m going to have to use my old one for the next few days. As for you, what do you think you’re doing? A mere white-belt, and a little boy at that, should know better than to be so disrespectful to an older and more advanced student. Thankfully, I know exactly how to adjust your attitude,” she told him.

Then she picked him up like he weighed nothing! She carried him to right outside the dojo and sat down on an armless chair, laying him over her lap. She lifted up the bottom of his gi, and swiftly pulled down his underwear, revealing his butt! “Now, as this is only your first offense, I will only use my hand rather than my slipper or hairbrush. I will not show such lenience a second time. Be grateful for the kindness shown to you, adorable boy.”

Then the spanking began. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

[Andras]

Now that she was so close to him, and she looked down at him so fiercely, Ryan felt a bit scared of Tamari. But the brave little boy stood his ground. Then she mentioned adjusting his attitude.

In the flash of an eye, Tamari grabbed Ryan, picked him up, and threw him over her shoulder! She lifted him with such speed and strength that he couldn't even defend himself, and now he was draped over her shoulder; his legs dangling helplessly and his little butt sticking up in the air. Ryan saw them both in the reflection of the dojo's wall-length mirror; the tall teenage girl and the little boy slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He saw his own shocked, helpless, blushing face, and he immediately began kicking his legs desperately.

"Nooo! Put me dowwwwn!" he demanded, kicking and squirming. She began to carry the struggling boy away, carrying him effortlessly with confident strides of her long, toned legs. His butt wiggled as he tried to struggle, but for all his efforts he might as well been in the grip of a goddess. Tamari carried her prisoner outside, taking him behind the dojo where there was a lot in which some people left spare furniture for donation. She sat down, taking him off her shoulder and laying him over her knees.

"Nooo, stop you stupid girl! You're embarrassing me! You can't just carry me away and do whatever you want! It's not fair!" he begged helplessly.

But then his worst nightmares were realized: she pulled up his gi, pulled down his bottoms, bared his butt and held up her free hand.

"You can't do that! It's not kindness at all! You can't spank me, I won't let y-Owwwah!!!" Ryan squeaked as the first stroke of her hand landed on his soft bottom.

"Owwwwhh! OWWW! OWAAAH!" he wailed as the Japanese-American girl began spanking the helpless little boy. All he could do was struggle.

[17JosephLC]

“All little boys get embarrassed from time to time,” the girl said simply, then continued the boy’s bare-bottom spanking.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

“Oh, but I can -and am- spanking you, small one. It is quite easy for any adult woman or teenage girl to spank a naughty little boy on his bare bottom. And it is indeed a kindness, that is, unless you want me to give you a harder spanking? Merely say the world, little white-belt, and I can take my hairbrush out of my purse, and then you’ll see just how much more sore and stingy your bottom could be feeling,” she scolded.

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

[Andras]

"OWWWAAAAAH!" Ryan cried, as Tamari's strong, firm hand continued to smack his not-so-firm bum cheeks. Every slap brought a terrible sting, reddened his tush, and caused his cheeks to jiggle a bit, which was extremely embarrassing. The powerful martial artist girl had easily captured him, was spanking his rump over her knee, and there was nothing he could do about it besides struggle helplessly!

As per her words a woman or teenage girl really COULD spank a boy easily. In the hallway of school he had gotten into an argument over something with a tall, punk-like girl with dark boots and fishnet stockings. She didn't take the boy seriously, and at one point she just giggled and said "You know I could just spank you, right?"

This made Ryan blush like a cherry, and made all the girl's friends laugh aloud. He was so embarrassed that he immediately walked away, but showing his backside to her was a mistake; since she immediately gave him a good hard smack on the bum that made him jump! He never forgot how embarrassing that was.

"A...hairbrush?" Ryan said, meekly. "You can't be serious! You wouldn't dare spank me with a hairbrush!" he desperately protested, knowing deep down that she would. Something told him that she didn't just keep it in her purse to brush her hair; but also for naughty boys like him...this Tamari was so mean!!!!

[17JosephLC]

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

“Oh, but I am very serious indeed, little boy. My hairbrush is a vary powerful tool indeed, it’s made of strong redwood bark. So it I used the flat side of the brush, on say, the bare bottom of a naughty little boy, it would give quite the awful sting, combined with the rest of the spank. However, I also use it on good little boys to brush their hair. I confess, I don’t remember what the bristles are made from, but every boy and girl who’s hair I’ve brushed has always told me if feels quite pleasant on their scalp.”

SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!

Tamari then observed the soft, light red bottom of her spanked and nodded to herself. “I believe that this will be enough for our first session. I hope you learned a good lesson in respect from this, little boy. I did not like spanking you or making you cry, but you needed to learn a good lesson in respect.” She spoke softly to him, sounding caring and compassionate. She reached inside her purse and pulled out some cooling creme. She applied it to her hands and began to rub it onto Ryan’s sore red rump.

After a few minutes of silent bottom massaging, she lifted Ryan up into a straddle position on her lap, gave him a gentle hug, and a sweet kiss upon his forehead.

[Andras]

"OWWW! OWWW! NOOO!!!" Ryan cried as the hairbrush's flat side thumped against his bare booty over and over, every time making it bounce from the impact, sting painfully, and humiliate him even more. This was a worst spanking then anything he'd ever gotten, and the fact he was getting it from an older girl he had tried to stand up to made it embarrassing beyond belief. But his cries were more in resignation than anything else.

"Owwww..." he whined when the spanks were over.

Tamari cuddled him and talked to him tenderly. He found himself crying once more. Being coddled like this, when he felt so vulnerable after being spanked, was too much for him to handle. She was so strong, mean in her punishment, but very sweet in caring for him afterwards. She even rubbed cooling cream into his tush, which was very embarrassing, but he was grateful for the relief it brought.

When she lifted him into a straddle, hugged him, and kissed him, Ryan rested his head on her breasts...and in a few moments, she realized he was asleep. What would she do with the sleeping boy?

[17JosephLC]

When Tamari realized Ryan had fallen asleep on her, she smiled and kissed his forehead again. Slowly, as not to wake him, she lowered his gee over his colored caboose, picked him up, and carried him back into the dojo. There, she placed him on a big, warm couch (if their sensei had ever been sent to the couch by his wife, it wouldn’t have mattered, because it was easily large and comfortable enough to double as a bed for an adult man) and left him to rest. She returned fo practicing her mixed katas, but stayed close to the door, keeping an eye on the sleeping child.