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Chastened Purity
Chastened Purity
Part 1
By Talon
Written for the weekly kink prompt at inumir “spanking”
Will be triple ecks.
Pairings: Inu/Mir, Sess/Inu
A/N NOT a part of 'Little Yasha in any way, shape or form. But it's still for jenerik_brand. And cleodasia. Without them, my life would be utterly...dull.
I grunt as I limp back to camp, gingerly feeling my ass through my hakama every now and again. Goddamned Sesshoumaru and his goddamned punishments. My ass was still on fire, and I knew it wasn’t just red, it was bruised and torn. The bruises would last too. They always did. I could only be grateful he hadn’t released any of his poison when he raked his claws across my backside.
Not that he would have. Not for something like this. He’s a bastard, but it would be pretty counter productive to poison me when he’s punishing me for not being more careful.
Yeah. To be more careful. Me. With myself.
“You will learn to take more care with yourself otouto. You will learn if I have to spend the next century beating it into you one night at a time. You WILL be more careful in the future!”
I can still hear his voice; hell the entire castle probably heard his voice, even though he barely raised it at the end. I know they heard my voice. I know they heard me cussing him out, then begging him to stop, then finally…keh. I cried, okay? I always cry when he punishes me, if I don’t…well, I always do because he never stops until I do.
The girls are asleep. Shippou is snuggled up with Kagome, snoring soundly, and I smile where no one can see me. I can’t help it, it’s cute. Shippou adores Kagome, and the feeling is definitely mutual from her. And I like that he feels safe with her. It’s good for the kid to be safe, to feel safe; to know the adults will look out for him. Kirara lifts her head from where she’s snuggled against Sango’s shoulder and mips softly at me. I look around for Miroku, and don’t see him. He’s probably off drinking somewhere, strumming that stupid biwa and singing his stupid songs. I don’t care. He isn’t here to ask questions about why I’m limping, and the girls are asleep, and there’s a small spring nearby, which was one of the reasons we camped here in the first place. I can at least soak my sore ass and I stroke my finger over Kirara’s small head briefly.
“Just keep an eye on things a little longer for me, kay?” She chirrups back and blinks her scarlet eyes at me, settling back down. We understand each other, Kirara and me, and I hobble slowly towards the springs. Fuck oniisama has hard hands.
“I will not accept your pathetic excuses Inuyasha. That sword was bequeathed to you to protect you. You will learn to use it properly, you will train harder, be more watchful, and you will, above all else, learn to be more careful with yourself!”
“But oniisaaaa…AAAAAHHHH!!!!”
I rub my ass again at the memory. Sesshoumaru always went after the lesson in the punishment like a missed meal. Worried it like a bone until it got through my thick skull. Over and over again until I could repeat it, feel it, understand it. He didn’t even get the strap out, and I’m hurting this bad? Fuck, he was really pissed.
The sulfur smell of the springs isn’t really all that unpleasant to me. It’s in the open air after all, and the night is cool enough that I can see the steam rise from the water. I undress slowly, laying my clothes over the bush that Miroku hid in to peek at the girls while they bathed. Lecher. I know he was there, I can smell it. That man can masturbate completely silently. I know he can, because I’ve witnessed it countless times. With no warning, BAM!! There will be the smell of his come, and he’s just sitting there, silently, pretending to meditate.
I’m jealous of that. But I’m also not stupid enough to ask how he does it. Oh, he’d teach me, but I don’t think the exchange would be worth it to me. Maybe.
I mess with my under kimono, my back to the spring. I’m putting it off a bit, just because I know it’ll hurt like hell at first when I get in. I also know it’ll help a whole lot. I’m just not all that anxious for more pain right now. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to fuck me afterwards, which means he was REALLY mad at me.
I guess I can be grateful he doesn’t just finish the punishment and shove me out. He’s never done that.
The floor was cold on my knees, but Sesshoumaru’s lap was warm and I sobbed into it, making a snotty, wet mess of his hakama and the front of his haori as he stroked my head and petted my ears.
“This is for your benefit Inuyasha. I do not enjoy punishing you so severely.”
The stupid part is, I know it’s true. He really doesn’t. It isn’t that he doesn’t like the feel of me over his lap, or heating my rear up…that is well and good in itself. But the punishment part…when it’s like this, I know he doesn’t enjoy it. He takes no pleasure from it. He only does it because it is needful. Because I need it. I flinched when another hand touches my head, whining fearfully before I could stop myself, and my brother soothed me with his hand around the back of my head at the same time he gently admonished his ward.
“Rin, what are you doing here?”
“Rin wanted to help Uncle feel better after being punished. Rin knows what it is like to cry and cry because you are sad you got punished.”
That had made me cringe and look up at my brother, hiccupping. He didn’t even look at me, but his next words showed he knew what I was thinking.
“Rin, has this Sesshoumaru ever spanked you?”
“Noooooo…” Her answer was long and drawn out because she was distracted by stroking my ear. I let her because I knew from experience she wouldn’t pull, pinch, bite, yank, or yell into it. Her hands were unfailingly gentle with them.
“When you misbehave Rin, when you are a bad girl, what happens?”
Her fingers pause in their stroking and she takes a breath. “When Rin does not listen to Sesshoumaru-sama, Rin is sent away to think about that. Sometimes just to a rock or a tree, but sometimes home here.” Her voice is quiet.
“Why is that Rin?”
“Because Sesshoumaru-sama keeps Rin safe. And when Rin disobeys, she is not safe anymore.”
He tilts her chin up, and she smiles at him. “But Rin is a good girl. Rin listens to Sesshoumaru-sama very well.”
“Yes Rin, you are a good girl, the vast majority of the time.”
“Why do you spank Uncle then, Sesshoumaru-sama? His bottom is all red and black and blue and purple.” I hid my face again at that, and my brother stroked his claws through my hair again. I try to pull my under kimono down further to cover my rear, since it’s all I am wearing. I didn’t know she could SEE it!!
“Unfortunately Rin, this is the only punishment your uncle understands. It is the only…ONLY way he learns. Is this not so, Inuyasha?”
“Yes, oniisama.”
I finally pull my under kimono off and lay it over the bush with the rest of my clothes when I hear a voice behind me.
“Damn Inuyasha, your ass is as red as mine and you haven’t even gotten in the water yet!”
I whirl around, eyes wide. It isn’t possible, I would have known he was here, but there he is, leaning on the bank, his hair loose around his face and neck, dark indigo eyes amused and…concerned? Keh. How the FUCK did I not notice he was HERE??
“Well that is a nice view too,” he chuckles, drinking from the jug he has in his hand.
Fucking. Pervert. I’m STILL speechless, staring at him, and he props his chin on his hand, setting the sake jar beside him.
“I’ve always wondered just how you get your ears so flat to your head like that.”
Fuck, are they?? I feel them. DAMNIT!! They ARE!! I growl and try to make them go back up, but they won’t. And I notice now that his robes aren’t very far away…drying on a rock closer to the spring. I don’t have to wonder how I missed them. I know my mind was entirely focused on my damned, sore ass. And now his was too. Great.
“Are you going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to come into the spring?” He appraises me thoughtfully. “I do wonder how you acquired such injuries Inuyasha. You do not seem otherwise wounded.”
I finally manage to find my voice, and I sputter, very convincingly I might add, “Quit lookin’ at me you lecher!!” I’m surprised when he laughs, though I shouldn’t be.
“My dear Inuyasha, why would I look away from such a vision?” He winks at me. WINKS. Oh that pisses me off. I start to stomp over to the spring, and am hobbled by my damned ass. It doesn’t like the stomping. Not at all. I growl though as I limp over to the water and push him away with the flat of my foot so I can wade in.
“I ain’t here for you to stare at monk. So knock it off.” I hiss as the water touches the crease of my thighs and ass. Cause that’s where it starts. That’s where the beginnings of the redness is. There’s a deep scratch there too…why didn’t I notice that before? Stings stings stings!!! DAMNIT!!! I haven’t even moved any deeper, just willing the beginnings of my flesh to accept the hot, healing water.
I snarl at him when he wades closer and he holds his hands up. “Just stay away from me Miroku.” I bite back a yelp as I take a step into deeper water. My abused and abraded flesh protests…loudly. Bruises, welts, claw marks, red, inflamed flesh…there’s not a single speck of undamaged skin from the top of my ass, to that crease. I resist the urge to reach back and feel with my fingers. Not with the monk watching I won’t. And he KEEPS watching…staring at me.
to be continued...
Part 1
By Talon
Written for the weekly kink prompt at inumir “spanking”
Will be triple ecks.
Pairings: Inu/Mir, Sess/Inu
A/N NOT a part of 'Little Yasha in any way, shape or form. But it's still for jenerik_brand. And cleodasia. Without them, my life would be utterly...dull.
I grunt as I limp back to camp, gingerly feeling my ass through my hakama every now and again. Goddamned Sesshoumaru and his goddamned punishments. My ass was still on fire, and I knew it wasn’t just red, it was bruised and torn. The bruises would last too. They always did. I could only be grateful he hadn’t released any of his poison when he raked his claws across my backside.
Not that he would have. Not for something like this. He’s a bastard, but it would be pretty counter productive to poison me when he’s punishing me for not being more careful.
Yeah. To be more careful. Me. With myself.
“You will learn to take more care with yourself otouto. You will learn if I have to spend the next century beating it into you one night at a time. You WILL be more careful in the future!”
I can still hear his voice; hell the entire castle probably heard his voice, even though he barely raised it at the end. I know they heard my voice. I know they heard me cussing him out, then begging him to stop, then finally…keh. I cried, okay? I always cry when he punishes me, if I don’t…well, I always do because he never stops until I do.
The girls are asleep. Shippou is snuggled up with Kagome, snoring soundly, and I smile where no one can see me. I can’t help it, it’s cute. Shippou adores Kagome, and the feeling is definitely mutual from her. And I like that he feels safe with her. It’s good for the kid to be safe, to feel safe; to know the adults will look out for him. Kirara lifts her head from where she’s snuggled against Sango’s shoulder and mips softly at me. I look around for Miroku, and don’t see him. He’s probably off drinking somewhere, strumming that stupid biwa and singing his stupid songs. I don’t care. He isn’t here to ask questions about why I’m limping, and the girls are asleep, and there’s a small spring nearby, which was one of the reasons we camped here in the first place. I can at least soak my sore ass and I stroke my finger over Kirara’s small head briefly.
“Just keep an eye on things a little longer for me, kay?” She chirrups back and blinks her scarlet eyes at me, settling back down. We understand each other, Kirara and me, and I hobble slowly towards the springs. Fuck oniisama has hard hands.
“I will not accept your pathetic excuses Inuyasha. That sword was bequeathed to you to protect you. You will learn to use it properly, you will train harder, be more watchful, and you will, above all else, learn to be more careful with yourself!”
“But oniisaaaa…AAAAAHHHH!!!!”
I rub my ass again at the memory. Sesshoumaru always went after the lesson in the punishment like a missed meal. Worried it like a bone until it got through my thick skull. Over and over again until I could repeat it, feel it, understand it. He didn’t even get the strap out, and I’m hurting this bad? Fuck, he was really pissed.
The sulfur smell of the springs isn’t really all that unpleasant to me. It’s in the open air after all, and the night is cool enough that I can see the steam rise from the water. I undress slowly, laying my clothes over the bush that Miroku hid in to peek at the girls while they bathed. Lecher. I know he was there, I can smell it. That man can masturbate completely silently. I know he can, because I’ve witnessed it countless times. With no warning, BAM!! There will be the smell of his come, and he’s just sitting there, silently, pretending to meditate.
I’m jealous of that. But I’m also not stupid enough to ask how he does it. Oh, he’d teach me, but I don’t think the exchange would be worth it to me. Maybe.
I mess with my under kimono, my back to the spring. I’m putting it off a bit, just because I know it’ll hurt like hell at first when I get in. I also know it’ll help a whole lot. I’m just not all that anxious for more pain right now. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to fuck me afterwards, which means he was REALLY mad at me.
I guess I can be grateful he doesn’t just finish the punishment and shove me out. He’s never done that.
The floor was cold on my knees, but Sesshoumaru’s lap was warm and I sobbed into it, making a snotty, wet mess of his hakama and the front of his haori as he stroked my head and petted my ears.
“This is for your benefit Inuyasha. I do not enjoy punishing you so severely.”
The stupid part is, I know it’s true. He really doesn’t. It isn’t that he doesn’t like the feel of me over his lap, or heating my rear up…that is well and good in itself. But the punishment part…when it’s like this, I know he doesn’t enjoy it. He takes no pleasure from it. He only does it because it is needful. Because I need it. I flinched when another hand touches my head, whining fearfully before I could stop myself, and my brother soothed me with his hand around the back of my head at the same time he gently admonished his ward.
“Rin, what are you doing here?”
“Rin wanted to help Uncle feel better after being punished. Rin knows what it is like to cry and cry because you are sad you got punished.”
That had made me cringe and look up at my brother, hiccupping. He didn’t even look at me, but his next words showed he knew what I was thinking.
“Rin, has this Sesshoumaru ever spanked you?”
“Noooooo…” Her answer was long and drawn out because she was distracted by stroking my ear. I let her because I knew from experience she wouldn’t pull, pinch, bite, yank, or yell into it. Her hands were unfailingly gentle with them.
“When you misbehave Rin, when you are a bad girl, what happens?”
Her fingers pause in their stroking and she takes a breath. “When Rin does not listen to Sesshoumaru-sama, Rin is sent away to think about that. Sometimes just to a rock or a tree, but sometimes home here.” Her voice is quiet.
“Why is that Rin?”
“Because Sesshoumaru-sama keeps Rin safe. And when Rin disobeys, she is not safe anymore.”
He tilts her chin up, and she smiles at him. “But Rin is a good girl. Rin listens to Sesshoumaru-sama very well.”
“Yes Rin, you are a good girl, the vast majority of the time.”
“Why do you spank Uncle then, Sesshoumaru-sama? His bottom is all red and black and blue and purple.” I hid my face again at that, and my brother stroked his claws through my hair again. I try to pull my under kimono down further to cover my rear, since it’s all I am wearing. I didn’t know she could SEE it!!
“Unfortunately Rin, this is the only punishment your uncle understands. It is the only…ONLY way he learns. Is this not so, Inuyasha?”
“Yes, oniisama.”
I finally pull my under kimono off and lay it over the bush with the rest of my clothes when I hear a voice behind me.
“Damn Inuyasha, your ass is as red as mine and you haven’t even gotten in the water yet!”
I whirl around, eyes wide. It isn’t possible, I would have known he was here, but there he is, leaning on the bank, his hair loose around his face and neck, dark indigo eyes amused and…concerned? Keh. How the FUCK did I not notice he was HERE??
“Well that is a nice view too,” he chuckles, drinking from the jug he has in his hand.
Fucking. Pervert. I’m STILL speechless, staring at him, and he props his chin on his hand, setting the sake jar beside him.
“I’ve always wondered just how you get your ears so flat to your head like that.”
Fuck, are they?? I feel them. DAMNIT!! They ARE!! I growl and try to make them go back up, but they won’t. And I notice now that his robes aren’t very far away…drying on a rock closer to the spring. I don’t have to wonder how I missed them. I know my mind was entirely focused on my damned, sore ass. And now his was too. Great.
“Are you going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to come into the spring?” He appraises me thoughtfully. “I do wonder how you acquired such injuries Inuyasha. You do not seem otherwise wounded.”
I finally manage to find my voice, and I sputter, very convincingly I might add, “Quit lookin’ at me you lecher!!” I’m surprised when he laughs, though I shouldn’t be.
“My dear Inuyasha, why would I look away from such a vision?” He winks at me. WINKS. Oh that pisses me off. I start to stomp over to the spring, and am hobbled by my damned ass. It doesn’t like the stomping. Not at all. I growl though as I limp over to the water and push him away with the flat of my foot so I can wade in.
“I ain’t here for you to stare at monk. So knock it off.” I hiss as the water touches the crease of my thighs and ass. Cause that’s where it starts. That’s where the beginnings of the redness is. There’s a deep scratch there too…why didn’t I notice that before? Stings stings stings!!! DAMNIT!!! I haven’t even moved any deeper, just willing the beginnings of my flesh to accept the hot, healing water.
I snarl at him when he wades closer and he holds his hands up. “Just stay away from me Miroku.” I bite back a yelp as I take a step into deeper water. My abused and abraded flesh protests…loudly. Bruises, welts, claw marks, red, inflamed flesh…there’s not a single speck of undamaged skin from the top of my ass, to that crease. I resist the urge to reach back and feel with my fingers. Not with the monk watching I won’t. And he KEEPS watching…staring at me.
to be continued...