He glared at her. Hard. Although he was sure she couldn't actually see him, she glared back. Just as hard. Considering that there was less than two feet between them, it was amazing that nothing spontaneously combusted within those twenty-four inches. Leo was... insulted. But at the same time, her defiance kicked up more than just anger. Anger was what he felt when Raph was defiant. This... was something else. Something different altogether. And on the undercurrent of whatever "it" was... he felt another sort of tension. One he didn't want to have right now. Not if he was going to be firm on this.
"What did you just say?" She stood with her hands on her hips, a feminine, bitch-goddess pose that he was not used to seeing on her. She could stare him down - blind or not - but the whole "hands on hips" thing had never been her approach when she was really trying to make a point. Maybe that's what alerted him.
Leonardo checked the open door, making sure they were alone, before he turned his glare back to her. He pursed his mouth before replying. "I said," he clarified, "that if you ever argue with me in front of my students again, I am going to have to put you in your place."
Her hands moved from her hips to across her chest. She lifted her chin, and met his scowl. The energy was radiating from him, so intensely she almost felt it as heat. "Try it, Leonardo," she dared. "What are you going to do? Spank me and make me promise never to do it again? Would that satisfy your little god-complex?"
"Done," he growled instantly.
Karai blinked. The atmosphere in the empty bedroom changed instantly, colors shifting, energy morphing. She stood straighter, but she could already feel him moving. He walked to the door, and closed it. For a second, she froze, eyes wide in shock.
"You can't..."
"Be serious?" he interrupted. "You made the suggestion. And I think it's a pretty damn good one." He stepped closer, his life energy shifting in shades of blue-grey, dangerous and intense. "I bet you've never had that in your entire life, have you. Everyone was either too impressed or too afraid of you." He stepped close, crouching in on her personal space, so close she could feel his hot breath on her face. "But I'm not afraid of you, Karai. And I'm not impressed."
She growled. "Watch it, Leo," she warned, sincerely.
"Or else what?" he demanded. "You think you're gonna fight your way outta this?" She could feel his smirk as he gripped her chin roughly. "Or maybe convince me to do the reasonable thing and just forget this ever happened?"
"That would be reasonable, yes," she shot back.
He jerked his hand away, pushing her head to the side. "Newsflash, Karai," he growled. "Men like me aren't reasonable. We're demanding, impatient, critical, and far more likely to make a concrete example than we are to negotiate. So."
She glared hard, watching him with supernatural eyes as he walked to the desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down in it. "There are nine letters in the simple phrase 'I was wrong'. And you'll count off to that number. Do you understand?"
She stood still, not moving. He was silent. She could feel his eyes on her, and alternate flushes of heat and chill sweeping across her skin. Her nipples were tight and hard, and she felt a sudden slickness between her thighs. She knew he could smell it. But did it matter? Fight or flight, fight or flight...
"You're serious," she finally stated, still a bit stunned by his audacity.
"And you're a bit slow on the uptake," he smirked back. "But I chalk that up to that arrogant streak of yours. Yes, I'm serious. Absolutely serious. Come here. Now."
He spoke with an authority that made it clear he was not going to be disobeyed. It sent a chill down her spine. He could see it from where he sat. He'd stared down Raph before. He wasn't intimidated by her. Not in the least. And he didn't expect disobedience when he demanded compliance. His order had very much been a demand.
She recognized that. With wobbly steps she approached him, clearly fighting every move. He grimly smiled. She was ready for this. Primed. Hot, even. Any other woman would have stormed out. Or she would have been frightened half to death. But any other woman... he never would have said it to.
Powerful.
He put a hand around her thigh to pull her closer, pinning her against the right side of the chair. "As a member of this clan, you are submitted to my will," he growled softly. "And normally it would be more politically correct to give you a choice. Extra practice, maybe running laps... but not this time." His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her. "I'm going to put you over my knee, and I am going to spank you. Hard. You're going to take it, and you're going to learn from it. Do you understand?"
Karai fought the trembling in her legs, fascinated and angry and far more aroused than she dared admit. He was right; she’d never been struck. Not once. At least, not in any form that was not on the mat, in practice, in sparring, even in battle. She was familiar enough with pain. But this... this... humiliation... this was something new. And she wasn't entirely sure yet how she felt about it. Not once in her life had she been disciplined by anyone more or less than the sensei who had collectively raised her. They were all very reasonable people. And here she was, trapped by a completely unreasonable man. She nodded slowly. What the hell else was she supposed to do?
"Good. I'm glad we have an understanding. Take off your pants then, and lower your panties."
His words sent a hard shiver through her. She gaped. He waited. She knew that "waiting" feeling. He was perfectly prepared to wait hours - days even - for her to comply. But he would not let her walk away until she did. His aura had changed just slightly. Deeper. More intense. His full attention - and a stern look, she knew - was fixed on her. She took a breath, and slowly pushed the loose-fitting pants down. They fell to a heap at her feet.
"The first thing you’ve done right so far," he congratulated, a bit sarcastic. She could hear his smile. "Keep going."
Her hands trembled now, visibly. He watched her, and for just an instant wondered if he was going too far. But he could smell her scent - her arousal. And she knew how to tell him to fuck off. He wasn't worried about that. If she was complying... it was because she wanted to. Or at least... she was willing. Willing to give it a chance.
But she'd paused. He was waiting for that. He replaced his hand on her thigh, and moved it upward. Lifting her long, covering shirt up past her waist. "Don't defy me now, gaki," he smirked. "You know damn well you deserve this."
She bit her lip. Deserved it? Yeah, maybe. She'd known she would get a rise out of him. She just hadn't expected his "rise" to look like this... With a quick shove, she pushed the black, pattern-less panties down to her knees. As she made to step out of them, Leonardo's hand stopped her. "Right there," he ordered.
She blinked, confused, and he smirked, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. He was aware of his own labored breathing, aware of the beauty of her half-bare body. Sleek and toned, her greatest secrets exposed. The carved hips, lean thighs, tiny triangle of fur in a gentle, enticing tangle. Gorgeous, and within his reach. He took in a slow, patient breath. "Nothing quite as humiliating as having your panties at half-mast in front of your sensei."
She opened her mouth to shoot something sarcastic back at him, but she didn't have a chance before he continued. "Now give me your hand."
She suddenly felt the hot rush of awareness all over every inch of her body. Her arms refused to cooperate for a moment. Then he cleared his throat. She extended one slender arm to him - a reflex action in response to the sound. He grasped her wrist - not her fingers - and tugged. Hard. She fell forward, right landing against his thighs firmly enough to knock some of her breath away. She struggled for a moment, but the sudden hard press of his hand along the middle of her back suddenly made her freeze.
"Don't. Move," he threatened, his voice low and dangerous.
She didn't.
Carefully, Leonardo lifted the oversized shirt up, letting it fall along her back and exposing her to him. "The desk is in front of you," he stated. "I want you to grab the handle of the drawer. With both hands. And do not remove them."
Dazed, she obeyed, wrapping her fingers around the cool metal. He smiled as he ran his hand over her cool skin, softly... almost a caress. She whimpered slightly. "Leonardo..." She hated the sound of her voice. It should have been scornful, hateful, defiant. But instead it was low and breathy.
He chuckled. Sadistic bastard...
"Okay, gaki," he insulted. "Spelling bee time. Your phrase is 'I was wrong'. Begin."
"I..." The response was automatic. Probably the start of a protest. But it was cut off by the sudden hard - loud - smack. It made her jump, as much from the sudden sound as the pain. Her grip on the handle tightened spasmodically. "Itai!"
"Not part of the phrase," Leonardo warned. "Don't make me add penalty strokes."
She shifted uncomfortably, well aware of his hand looming over her. This seemed... surreal. Her feet weren't quite touching the floor, and the warmth of his lap bothered her. The feel of his big left hand planted between her shoulder blades bothered her. The fact that her bare ass was presented to him like some sort of gift... that really bothered her.
"Next letter," he demanded. She gripped the handle a little more tightly.
"W..." Again a sharp smack, just under the first one, just as shockingly hard. She gasped, every muscle tensing as she fought the sudden prickle of tears. It wasn’t just the pain, but the sense of outrage that welled in her. That she, even knowing she could kick his ass under the right set of circumstances, would be forced to...
"A," she growled under her breath. Another smack, this one in the same exact spot as the first, re-reddening the area, bringing fresh burn to it. She gulped. K'so! Yes, it hurt. But worse than that... it burned. It galled and infuriated her. And God help her, it made her want to squirm breathlessly...
"S!"
He heard the shift in her voice and closed his eyes for a moment, savoring it. The sight of her, to say nothing of the familiar scent, was enough to make his shaft twitch and expand beneath his shell. But if she noticed the pheromones he was giving off... she didn't speak of it. He didn't expect her to. The trick was to keep her angry. He smacked again.
"About ready to cry yet?" he taunted, pressing his left hand harder between her shoulder blades, pushing her down at a sharper angle. But she tensed up hard, resisting him. Her long dark hair hung down, swaying a little, and he noted the imprints of his hand on her ass, growing red even as he watched.
“W,” she snarled. “R.”
"Ah ah..." he smiled sadistically. "No rushing. That's going to mean extra for you." He whipped his hand down, feeling the crack of his palm against the taut muscle of her ass, rather enjoying the jolt of it. He never could have seen himself doing this a year - even a few months ago. But she brought out something in him - in private, where no one else could see - that he'd never known was there.
Swiftly he dropped another quick smack at the tender point under her rounded cheek, just at the back of her thigh. She squirmed, and he caught a fresh wave of her scent. "Unngh!"
"Next letter, gaki."
"Ah..." Shit, what the hell letter was she on? "O"
She shifted her thighs. The burn across her ass... it still hurt. But that last smack? Something about that one was different. She tensed, the muscles in her arms rock hard, waiting. The next blow was high, sizzling across previous ones and making her suck in a deep breath. She arched her back, wishing she could touch the floor with her toes, hoping to catch the next blow lower again...
"N."
Yes.
This one his just right. The heat sent a molten wave of feeling along her ass and up between her thighs. Oh... my... god...
"G!" she gasped, her entire backside on fire now. The skin was so hot that the burn of it sank through the layers of muscle. Her face was wet with tears and perspiration, her body shaking. And just as she began to relax her tensed muscles...
One final smack, harder than the rest, aimed perfectly along that sweet bottom curve of her ass, jolting and sizzling. She nearly screamed.
Leonardo left his big hand there, pressing the heat in under the weight of his thick calluses, touching her possessively. She shuddered, gasping, rubbing against his lap. She was squirming, burning with sudden, shocking need. She widened her damp thighs, gripping the supportive handle of the desk. Obligingly, his thick, rough fingers slid down between her legs, through her wet fur and over her stiff little button, rubbing it.
"That's what you want, isn’t it?" he whispered, his voice low and hoarse and more inherently sexy than anything she'd ever heard in her life. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe as the hot pleasure of his teasing hand played with her. Gasping, unable to respond, she pushed herself against his palm harder, grinding now.
"And now you're going to come, aren't you?" he growled. "Right on my hand. Right now." Arching her hips, she rocked against his fingertips. "The way only very... dirty... girls... do..."
"Aaaarrrrgh!" The unbelievable pleasure spiked between her thighs as she came, groaning and gripping the desk so hard her fingers were bloodless and white against the dirty gold paint.
Leonardo tensed hard, biting his lip, struggling for his own control. He was so hard it hurt. But outwardly, he was the perfect picture of calm. She couldn't see, couldn't know how hot she was, and how thrilling it was to him, to see her so beautifully wanton across his lap.
When she finally stilled, he slid his hand out from under her and softly stroked her flaming skin lightly. He drew in a deep breath, savoring her scent, then blew a cooling breath across her. She started, squirming, and looked back at him. He wondered just how much she could see. Just how much she knew about how difficult it was to hold onto his control at this particular moment.
"There," he stated. "That wasn't so bad." He arched a brow at her, watching her face. It was flushed - almost as flushed as the reddened skin of her ass.
"I want you."
"I know."
"I mean right now."
"I know."
"Can I...?"
"Yes."
He helped her shift. She kicked the panties down the rest of the way as she straddled him, gazing for just a moment at his hard shaft as he lowered it from beneath his plastron. "I want..."
He pressed his hot hand over her mouth, silencing her. She placed both hands on his shoulders, holding him as she sank down, impaling herself on him, moaning. A helpless, growling sound rose from the back of his throat and melted into the familiar churr of instinctive sex.
They kissed. The hot, slithery kisses of repressed desire, teasing and deep, rich and full. She writhed, moving up and down on his rampant cock, slower than he wanted. Her heated ass burned his thighs on every down stroke until with an angry groan, he slid his hand back into her hair and gripped hard. "Done with the fucking tease, gaki," he hissed. "My turn!"
Both hands went to her hips and he pulled her down hard onto his straining cock. She gasped, tensing as she felt him take her over, his strength dominating her. As he pushed and pulled her body onto himself, she felt the sweet rise of heat begin again between her thighs, matching the burn of her ass.
He came, hard, the long lines of his throat standing out as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. She had never in her life seen something so beautiful as the sight of her lover in the throes of passion. She quivered, and the lovely wash of another climax rushed over her even as she felt him erupt within her.
Good.
So fucking good.
Worth a spanking.
Slumping forward, she let her arms drop lazily, her head on his shoulder. Silent, she rested there for a long moment. He held her, loosely, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with his burning hand. He stroked his fingers along her spine, comforting, feeling relaxed and unexpectedly tender. After a long pause, she tilted her head to look up at him again. The sight of her long hair all tousled made him grin.
"So this is your solution to insubordination?" she teased quietly.
"I find it rather effective."
"I see." She pushed her hair back behind her ear. "I think... if this is the sort of discipline I can expect..."
He hid his grin, knowing that even without her sight, she would see it. "Yes?"
She didn't hide hers. Her look darkened as she smiled at him, tipping her head down. "Then you'd better be prepared for me to be much more of a gaki in the future..."
Leonardo chuckled softly, and leaned forward to kiss her, licking her lips thoroughly. "I'll keep you in hand," he promised. "Trust me on that one."
