The Copy Ninja and the Blue Beast of Konoha (For Sinclair)

[MelloMelon]

The round cheeks almost shone at the brief reprieve, and the copy-ninja clenched and unclenched them uselessly to ease the awesome sting that had settled there. He winced, imagining what a literal pain in the ass it was going to be on missions if he didn't get himself some special healing salve as soon as he could after the hot-blooded ninja was through with him...

The silver-haired man started at the question, the small gap in Gai's defence, and immediately tried to think on what to propose. An eating contest? No, Gai wouldn't buy that - Kakashi always beat him hands down. Rock, Paper, Scissors? Not in the mood Gai was in now... he'd probably open a Gate or two… his ass clenched and he winced again at the mere thought of that.

He had to think…! It was only a matter of time before the dark-haired shinobi got wise to his ploy...

"Gai I... ahhh! Y-you… I..."

Kakashi's dark eyes brightened. That's it! He geared himself up, tightening all of his manly muscles in a show of hot-blooded bravado. He'd copied Gai with the Sharingan enough in the past not to need it now.

"I-I've neglected my training, y-you've made me-AHH!! R-realise! S-so I ch-challenge y-you to-aargh!" The ex-hokage stamped his feet at another meaty SLAP right where he sat down, "You have to stop now or—IYAH! I-I m-might lose my-uh...OOW! My P-PASSION!" He yelped out, knowing the key words to get his childhood friend's blood going.

Though after a couple more sound SPANKS to his trembling backside, the truth behind Kakashi's words came to light as the copy ninja finally wailed, hot tears streaming, "Oooh, Gai, stop!!" How it BURNED!

For Kakashi, who from a child up until Hokage, had taken the fewest spankings out of all of his comrades, and it really showed. He was taking it as well as any brat who'd been getting his own way for far too long and was getting his first bare-bottom over-the-knee with firm hand treatment. Not quite with the grace of an ex-Hokage, unfortunately. He wasn't much better than Naruto at this point...

[Sinclair]

Hearing the word that got the man going, he stopped once he wailed out, and smirked as he heard the word passion. “Sounds to me like the passion is still there! Just needs to be dragged out of you!” Gai remarked with a bit of jest but was full of gusto as he rested a firm, slightly warm hand from the spanking across his friends sore beaten bottom, itnwas hard to say if Gai was even finished or if this was just the beginning, the man’s intentions were never something that were easy to follow most days.

“And how would this make you lose such a passion anyways? Weren’t you one of the few who agreed with me when I said lighting a fire underneath misbehaving brats would set them on a passionate route to improve?” Gai really was never one to break easily as his hand swung through the air and landed with a hard smack to his friends backside, as a means to show Kakashi that he was serious and he would do good to answer the question. “Because I feel this will do you wonders for how you’ve been active as of late.” Another quick smack delivered, before Gai rested his hand again, the man was stern, that was for sure, and this was not a side many people wanted to see, lest they end up like the poor ex-hokage, sore and well punished like a bratty child

[MelloMelon]

The shiny red buns clenched as the warm, manly hand lay across them, and the silver-haired man panted hotly in the brief reprieve as tears dripped to the grass. His mask was soaked with them, his face burning with shame.

At the question, Kakashi only just stopped himself from responding with his belief that it shouldn’t count when it was his butt on the chopping block. He knew the Blue Beast better than anyone, and THAT would REALLY set him off. Like a huge, angry firework.

He instead opted to nod rapidly in response, almost dizzy.

“I-I’ll do b-better, G-Gai-kun!” he implored tearfully, his bottom sizzling tenderly under the other shinobi’s firm hand. The copy-ninja could barely stop himself from shifting his sore rump under that warm, tanned palm as he tried to shift away, but made it seem as though he were a playful dog eliciting rubs from his owner for being a good boy. It was rewarded back another quick slap which made the scarred man’s round cheeks bounce, his firm, muscled hips wriggle, and his head shoot up with a manful yell, “I-I’m s-sSORRYyy!!”