Baseballs and Bottoms
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Adult ++
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Baseballs and Bottoms
A/N Allright, in response to InuyashasGypsyGirl's request for a spanking fic. with Inuyasha and his father (she said nice stuff about me. It made me into putty). Real short and all! We'll see if I can restrain my urge to always add more and actually keep this a oneshot.
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Baseballs and Bottoms
Sesshoumaru looked at the baseball in his hand and silently pondered his next move. He’d promised himself that he was done with this. He wasn’t going to do this to himself any longer. He heard Inuyasha’s footsteps cross the front lawn and he threw the baseball without another thought. The farmhouse window closest to Inuyasha shattered as the ball slammed through it. Inuyasha jumped in shock, swore as he saw the window, and turned instantly to try and find the source of the throw.
Sesshoumaru was already around the house and up the stairs before he heard Inuyasha’s outcry.
“Where are you, you bastard!? I know you’re out there!” Inuyasha sprinted away from the house, ready to hunt, when an outraged voice bellowed from inside.
“Inuyasha!”
“It wasn’t me!” As Sesshoumaru watched from his bedroom upstairs, Inuyasha turned to confront his father’s angry form as it stormed out of the house.
“Do not compound this by lying, Inuyasha! I already told you what would happen the next time you treated our home so carelessly!”
“But it wasn’t me! I keep telling you, someone keeps doing this shit!”
“Watch your mouth, young man!” Inuyasha’s father reached out and took Inuyasha’s ear between his fingers.
“Ow! Leggo! I didn’t do anything! Let go, old man!”
His father growled and started to drag him around the side of the house by the ear. “Inuyasha, you WILL take responsibility for your actions. I will hear no more of this ‘some stranger framed me’ nonsense.”
“But it’s true! I was just walking…”
“No one is following you around, taking your things, and using them to damage our property when you just ‘happen’ to be there, Inuyasha! Not even a three year old would believe such a ridiculous story! You’re eighteen years old now, Inuyasha! Act like it for once!”
“I AM! I’m telling you- ow, let GO- that I haven’t done ANY of this! Someone else…”
“Enough. Not another word.” Inuyasha’s father reached the rough wooden bench at the side of the house and released his son. “Assume the position, Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened and he stepped back. “Are you crazy? There’s no way I’m letting you punish me when I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
His father, the still talked about Inu no Taisho, glared at him. “It wasn’t a request. You WILL be punished. You knew what would happen before you started playing so near the house. I’ve told you more than once. And now you will suffer the consequences. Assume the position!”
“No!” Inuyasha turned and started to run, grunting as his father caught him around the waist and carried him back to the bench. “Let go! You can’t do this to me! Child abuse! It’s child abuse! I’ll call the CPS!”
The Inu no Taisho ground his teeth and sat down, slamming Inuyasha over his lap and securing him there with a single hand on his back. “I don’t know what we did wrong with you, but you WILL learn, Inuyasha. You WILL learn to be mindful of our possessions, and you will stop this constant lying!”
One large hand came slamming down on a denim-clad bottom and Inuyasha yelped before yelling. “Ha, didn’t hurt! And I don’t care what you do, I ain’t sayin’ I’m lying when I’m not!”
Inuyasha’s father sighed once, trying to hold onto his temper, and yanked at the back of Inuyasha’s jeans until they fell to mid-thigh, buttons popping and seams ripping as he did so. He slammed his hand down again on bare ass, a loud, sharp slap that made Inuyasha yelp again.
“Gimme back my pants, you…you pervert! “ Inuyasha froze as he realized what he’d said and his ears sank to his skull.
“What did you just call me??!” Another slap.
“Ow! I didn’t say anything!” Inuyasha sputtered frantically.
Slap. “If I ever hear you say such a disgusting thing in my presence again…”
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
“OWWWW! I’m sorry! Okay, I’m sorry! Let go!” Inuyasha kicked his legs furiously. His father’s hand stayed steady on his back and his other hand connected with Inuyasha’s bottom in a flurry of smacks that had the pale white cheeks glowing pink and bright.
“Stop it!” Another slap that caught the same place twice in a row made Inuyasha yelp. “Stop it, bastard!” Inuyasha’s ears flattened again as he heard he’d just said. “Oh shit.”
“You will not disrespect me, Inuyasha!” SLAP. SLAP SLAP.
Peeking out from Inuyasha’s curtained second story window, Sesshoumaru watched his younger brother receive a spanking. He bit his lip at the first slap, and groaned quietly as their father actually bared the hanyou’s bottom after his idiot brother mouthed off. You didn’t mouth off to father without suffering the consequences.
Thankfully.
Watching his brother held so helplessly as his lily white ass turned a lovely shade of pink, Sesshoumaru swallowed heavily. He reached a hand underneath the loose waistband of his sweats, touching himself with harsh, almost frenzied strokes as Inuyasha squirmed and struggled. It was wrong. He knew it was so wrong to keep initiating this, but it was so arousing he hadn’t been able to stop. After the first time he’d come into Inuyasha’s room to take back his heart boxers and had accidentally seen Inuyasha in just this position, he’d been hooked. He’d HAD to see it again. The flailing limbs, the erotic little yelps and angry cries, the slight jiggle to firm rosy cheeks after each slap; it was mesmerizing. And it turned him on immensely.
His father had mentioned to him, once, that when both Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha reached their majority, they had the option of wedding each other to keep the property in the family. He and his brother had scoffed at the idea, Inuyasha going so far as to make childishly loud gagging noises. But since he’d started his rather obsessive enjoyment of Inuyasha getting spanked, Sesshoumaru was starting to change his mind. If they wed, he’d be able to do it HIMSELF. He wouldn’t have to go through all of this simply to get a glimpse of Inuyasha’s bare ass. He would be able to actually tell what it would feel like to have that ass underneath his own hands.
The thought was enough to make him come, and he grunted softly as he did so, trying to catch the fluids inside his pants. He went through more pants these days. Seeing his father’s hand resting on Inuyasha’s bottom rather than spanking it, the usual signal that the punishment had ended, Sesshoumaru stood and backed away from the window silently. He had to be clean before they came inside.
Inuyasha sniffled to himself as his father let him up, pulling at his pants and having to hold them up with both hands. The seams were too ripped to stay on otherwise.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, Inuyasha, but you have to learn there are consequences for your actions.”
Inuyasha let go of his pants with one set of fingers and wiped the back of his hand across his nose. He glared at the ground, refusing to rub the stinging pain that covered his ass. “Hmmph.”
The Inu no Taisho sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Inuyasha…what am I going to do with you?” He stood up and leaned forward, hugging Inuyasha around the shoulders. “You STILL refuse to take responsibility for this? Inuyasha…why do you keep doing these things that you know are going to get you into trouble?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Inuyasha insisted, and his father sighed again.
“Inuyasha, I’ve told you to stop lying about this…” Inuyasha pulled away from his arms and turned, glaring up at him.
“I’m not lying! I keep telling you and telling you: it isn’t me! Why won’t you believe me!?”
His father looked at him, his stern visage wavering a moment. “Inuyasha, you don’t need to keep up the act. The punishment’s over. You can admit it now and nothing worse will happen to you.”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
Staring down into furious golden eyes that reminded him so much of his own, Inuyasha’s father remained silent for a moment. “Inuyasha, if I believe this…which I’m not saying I do…why would anyone even do something like this? It wouldn’t make any sense, puppy.”
“It would if someone just wants to get me in trouble all the time!” Inuyasha said, glaring in the direction of the house, and his father stiffened. The Inu no Taisho looked up at the second story, thinking carefully.
“I’ll look into the situation. If it turns out that you are telling the truth, I will owe you an apology. But if you are trying to snow me, young man…”
“I’m not! I’m innocent!” His father fuzzed the hair on the top of his head and put his arms around his shoulders as they started to walk back to the front door.
“Dinner’s almost ready by now, I imagine. Why don’t you go upstairs and get a cushion to sit on for the meal, eh?”
Inuyasha scowled at him briefly and went on ahead, His father could hear him slamming into the house with his usual haste, stomping up the stairs to his room as the Inu no Taisho thought. He’d have to do a little investigating in the next few days.
Sesshoumaru looked at the baseball in his hand and once again pondered his next move. This would be the last time, he promised himself. He would stop after today. Just this one last time. He heard Inuyasha’s footsteps cross the front lawn and drew his arm back to throw. Strong, clawed fingers wrapped around his wrist before he could release and he looked back in shock to see his father’s scowling face staring at him.
“F-father. I- I- “
“You…have a lot of explaining to do. And I don’t believe you’re going to be sitting comfortably for quite some time after our conversation, son.”
Sesshoumaru gulped and then yelped as his wrist was released and his father took his ear in one hand, dragging down towards the side of the house.
“F-father, I can explain…”
“I’m sure you can. And I look forward to hearing it, AFTER your punishment.”
“But father…!” Sesshoumaru yelped again as his father reached the wooden bench next to the house and sat down. The last thing he saw before he fell over his father’s lap was his little brother smirking down at him from the second story window, waving cheekily.
And yes, I'm back! So, furiously writing on my...uh, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...6 stories now? Okay, better shut up and start writing right away!
Baseballs and Bottoms
Sesshoumaru looked at the baseball in his hand and silently pondered his next move. He’d promised himself that he was done with this. He wasn’t going to do this to himself any longer. He heard Inuyasha’s footsteps cross the front lawn and he threw the baseball without another thought. The farmhouse window closest to Inuyasha shattered as the ball slammed through it. Inuyasha jumped in shock, swore as he saw the window, and turned instantly to try and find the source of the throw.
Sesshoumaru was already around the house and up the stairs before he heard Inuyasha’s outcry.
“Where are you, you bastard!? I know you’re out there!” Inuyasha sprinted away from the house, ready to hunt, when an outraged voice bellowed from inside.
“Inuyasha!”
“It wasn’t me!” As Sesshoumaru watched from his bedroom upstairs, Inuyasha turned to confront his father’s angry form as it stormed out of the house.
“Do not compound this by lying, Inuyasha! I already told you what would happen the next time you treated our home so carelessly!”
“But it wasn’t me! I keep telling you, someone keeps doing this shit!”
“Watch your mouth, young man!” Inuyasha’s father reached out and took Inuyasha’s ear between his fingers.
“Ow! Leggo! I didn’t do anything! Let go, old man!”
His father growled and started to drag him around the side of the house by the ear. “Inuyasha, you WILL take responsibility for your actions. I will hear no more of this ‘some stranger framed me’ nonsense.”
“But it’s true! I was just walking…”
“No one is following you around, taking your things, and using them to damage our property when you just ‘happen’ to be there, Inuyasha! Not even a three year old would believe such a ridiculous story! You’re eighteen years old now, Inuyasha! Act like it for once!”
“I AM! I’m telling you- ow, let GO- that I haven’t done ANY of this! Someone else…”
“Enough. Not another word.” Inuyasha’s father reached the rough wooden bench at the side of the house and released his son. “Assume the position, Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened and he stepped back. “Are you crazy? There’s no way I’m letting you punish me when I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
His father, the still talked about Inu no Taisho, glared at him. “It wasn’t a request. You WILL be punished. You knew what would happen before you started playing so near the house. I’ve told you more than once. And now you will suffer the consequences. Assume the position!”
“No!” Inuyasha turned and started to run, grunting as his father caught him around the waist and carried him back to the bench. “Let go! You can’t do this to me! Child abuse! It’s child abuse! I’ll call the CPS!”
The Inu no Taisho ground his teeth and sat down, slamming Inuyasha over his lap and securing him there with a single hand on his back. “I don’t know what we did wrong with you, but you WILL learn, Inuyasha. You WILL learn to be mindful of our possessions, and you will stop this constant lying!”
One large hand came slamming down on a denim-clad bottom and Inuyasha yelped before yelling. “Ha, didn’t hurt! And I don’t care what you do, I ain’t sayin’ I’m lying when I’m not!”
Inuyasha’s father sighed once, trying to hold onto his temper, and yanked at the back of Inuyasha’s jeans until they fell to mid-thigh, buttons popping and seams ripping as he did so. He slammed his hand down again on bare ass, a loud, sharp slap that made Inuyasha yelp again.
“Gimme back my pants, you…you pervert! “ Inuyasha froze as he realized what he’d said and his ears sank to his skull.
“What did you just call me??!” Another slap.
“Ow! I didn’t say anything!” Inuyasha sputtered frantically.
Slap. “If I ever hear you say such a disgusting thing in my presence again…”
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
“OWWWW! I’m sorry! Okay, I’m sorry! Let go!” Inuyasha kicked his legs furiously. His father’s hand stayed steady on his back and his other hand connected with Inuyasha’s bottom in a flurry of smacks that had the pale white cheeks glowing pink and bright.
“Stop it!” Another slap that caught the same place twice in a row made Inuyasha yelp. “Stop it, bastard!” Inuyasha’s ears flattened again as he heard he’d just said. “Oh shit.”
“You will not disrespect me, Inuyasha!” SLAP. SLAP SLAP.
Peeking out from Inuyasha’s curtained second story window, Sesshoumaru watched his younger brother receive a spanking. He bit his lip at the first slap, and groaned quietly as their father actually bared the hanyou’s bottom after his idiot brother mouthed off. You didn’t mouth off to father without suffering the consequences.
Thankfully.
Watching his brother held so helplessly as his lily white ass turned a lovely shade of pink, Sesshoumaru swallowed heavily. He reached a hand underneath the loose waistband of his sweats, touching himself with harsh, almost frenzied strokes as Inuyasha squirmed and struggled. It was wrong. He knew it was so wrong to keep initiating this, but it was so arousing he hadn’t been able to stop. After the first time he’d come into Inuyasha’s room to take back his heart boxers and had accidentally seen Inuyasha in just this position, he’d been hooked. He’d HAD to see it again. The flailing limbs, the erotic little yelps and angry cries, the slight jiggle to firm rosy cheeks after each slap; it was mesmerizing. And it turned him on immensely.
His father had mentioned to him, once, that when both Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha reached their majority, they had the option of wedding each other to keep the property in the family. He and his brother had scoffed at the idea, Inuyasha going so far as to make childishly loud gagging noises. But since he’d started his rather obsessive enjoyment of Inuyasha getting spanked, Sesshoumaru was starting to change his mind. If they wed, he’d be able to do it HIMSELF. He wouldn’t have to go through all of this simply to get a glimpse of Inuyasha’s bare ass. He would be able to actually tell what it would feel like to have that ass underneath his own hands.
The thought was enough to make him come, and he grunted softly as he did so, trying to catch the fluids inside his pants. He went through more pants these days. Seeing his father’s hand resting on Inuyasha’s bottom rather than spanking it, the usual signal that the punishment had ended, Sesshoumaru stood and backed away from the window silently. He had to be clean before they came inside.
Inuyasha sniffled to himself as his father let him up, pulling at his pants and having to hold them up with both hands. The seams were too ripped to stay on otherwise.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, Inuyasha, but you have to learn there are consequences for your actions.”
Inuyasha let go of his pants with one set of fingers and wiped the back of his hand across his nose. He glared at the ground, refusing to rub the stinging pain that covered his ass. “Hmmph.”
The Inu no Taisho sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Inuyasha…what am I going to do with you?” He stood up and leaned forward, hugging Inuyasha around the shoulders. “You STILL refuse to take responsibility for this? Inuyasha…why do you keep doing these things that you know are going to get you into trouble?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Inuyasha insisted, and his father sighed again.
“Inuyasha, I’ve told you to stop lying about this…” Inuyasha pulled away from his arms and turned, glaring up at him.
“I’m not lying! I keep telling you and telling you: it isn’t me! Why won’t you believe me!?”
His father looked at him, his stern visage wavering a moment. “Inuyasha, you don’t need to keep up the act. The punishment’s over. You can admit it now and nothing worse will happen to you.”
“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
Staring down into furious golden eyes that reminded him so much of his own, Inuyasha’s father remained silent for a moment. “Inuyasha, if I believe this…which I’m not saying I do…why would anyone even do something like this? It wouldn’t make any sense, puppy.”
“It would if someone just wants to get me in trouble all the time!” Inuyasha said, glaring in the direction of the house, and his father stiffened. The Inu no Taisho looked up at the second story, thinking carefully.
“I’ll look into the situation. If it turns out that you are telling the truth, I will owe you an apology. But if you are trying to snow me, young man…”
“I’m not! I’m innocent!” His father fuzzed the hair on the top of his head and put his arms around his shoulders as they started to walk back to the front door.
“Dinner’s almost ready by now, I imagine. Why don’t you go upstairs and get a cushion to sit on for the meal, eh?”
Inuyasha scowled at him briefly and went on ahead, His father could hear him slamming into the house with his usual haste, stomping up the stairs to his room as the Inu no Taisho thought. He’d have to do a little investigating in the next few days.
Sesshoumaru looked at the baseball in his hand and once again pondered his next move. This would be the last time, he promised himself. He would stop after today. Just this one last time. He heard Inuyasha’s footsteps cross the front lawn and drew his arm back to throw. Strong, clawed fingers wrapped around his wrist before he could release and he looked back in shock to see his father’s scowling face staring at him.
“F-father. I- I- “
“You…have a lot of explaining to do. And I don’t believe you’re going to be sitting comfortably for quite some time after our conversation, son.”
Sesshoumaru gulped and then yelped as his wrist was released and his father took his ear in one hand, dragging down towards the side of the house.
“F-father, I can explain…”
“I’m sure you can. And I look forward to hearing it, AFTER your punishment.”
“But father…!” Sesshoumaru yelped again as his father reached the wooden bench next to the house and sat down. The last thing he saw before he fell over his father’s lap was his little brother smirking down at him from the second story window, waving cheekily.