"Hey, Tidus, lookin' good!" Wakka called out as he swam out towards his fellow Guardian. The setting sun colored the waves vividly, and brought out the rich tone of Wakka's muscles as he pumped his arms and legs through the water.

The two men were hanging out just past the beach on Besaid Island, practicing their moves for an upcoming blitzball tournament. The competition would be fierce, and they'd need all the edge they could get.

. . . Which was one reason why Wakka had been so annoyed when his team, the Besaid Aurochs, had complained to him about Tidus' conceited behavior lately. Acting like he was better than everyone else. True, he was the best player on the team--even better than Wakka--but that didn't mean the guy had any right to lord it over everybody. If anything, it meant Tidus had even more responsibilty to help improve the other players' games. Just thinking about some of the comments his boys had told him about made Wakka's blood boil. Tidus was Wakka's favorite guy on the team, but something had to be done.

But he hid all that all under a big smile as he swam closer to the other blitzer. Wouldn't do to scare him off too soon. Tidus would probably be able to out-swim him, and if that happened it'd mean Wakka wouldn't be apply some tried-and-tested "Auroch Discipline" to his deserving butt.

"Been meanin' to talk to you," Wakka said. He threw a blitzball at Tidus, and almost beaned him on the head. "Got a minute?"

Tidus smiled and grabbed the ball to throw it back at Wakka. "Sure," he said as he swam over to him, stopping right in front of the other player. "You're not looking so bad yourself, though you'll have to work harder if you want to reach my level. Otherwise, I may as well just play in the tournament on my own. Now what is it you wanted to talk about?"

"On your own, huh. Yeah . . . that's sorta what it is right there," Wakka said. "That attitude of yours." While keeping afloat with his legs, he folded his arms across his well-muscled chest, assuming his coaching stance. "You talk a big talk, but you gotta remember, you're not the only one on the team. Shouldn't get so cocky, ya?"

Tidus adopted the same pose in a mocking gesture. "Oh, come on, Wakka. With this team's skills, I might as well play every position by myself. I'm even better than you! I might as well be the coach and captain myself."

Wakka just shook his head, still smiling. "Oh, brudda . . . You just sealed your fate." He grabbed hold of Tidus' arm, and kicked off towards a nearby rock outcropping. "Come on. You're coming wit' me."

The young Guardian stroked behind Wakka, not really sure what was going on. "Hey Wakka, how about letting go of my arm?" he asked as they swam. He tried to pull away, but couldn't get free. "And what do you mean, I sealed my fate?"

"Let's just say, I'm gonna show you the time-honored way we Besaid Aurochs have always dealt with players who get too big for themselves, ya?" Wakka chuckled. "Make you part of the tradition." He continued dragging him along, keeping a firm grip on his fellow Guardian's arm. Tidus might've been the better and quicker blitzball player, able to lithely maneuver through the water like he was born to it, but Wakka was his superior when it came to size and muscle. Now that he'd caught the spoiled guy, Tidus wasn't going anywhere.

"Here we are!" Wakka crowed, once they reached the miniature island. He heaved himself up, and took a seat on the mound of wet rock. Turning to grin at Tidus' suspicious face, Wakka pulled strongly on the guy's arm and yanked him out of the water--and right over his lap.

As Tidus fell across Wakka's thighs, his face blushed bright red out of pure embarrassment at what he realized was going to happen. "Wait-wait-wait! You can't be serious about this!" he said, anger in his voice.

Wakka let out another deep chuckle. "Oho! I'm dead serious, brudda," he said, and patted Tidus' backside. "This is the way blitzball players have been disciplined for hundreds of years. Straight back to Yevon's time. You tryin' to tell me your Zanarkand Abes didn't do the same thing?"

Tidus squirmed a bit, kicked, and said, "No, we definitely didn't do this!" in the same angry and embarrassed tone. He struggled to get free, but Wakka had him caught good.

"Your old team must've been even softer than I thought, then! But wait, something's missing . . . " Wakka rubbed his chin in thought, before smacking himself in the forehead. "Oh! Hah, how could I forget? We gotta bare the glutes, ya?" He started fiddling with Tidus' zipper.

The young man blushed more as he felt his pants coming undone. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! No way!" he said and reached down, trying to move Wakka's hand away. But it was too late. With one down-swept motion, Tidus' asymmetrical pants were yanked down to his knees, along with his underwear. The blond's naked backside--as toned and fit as you'd expect any star blitzball player's to be--was exposed to the Besaid seashore.

Tidus clenched his teeth, extremely humiliated and pissed off at the blitzball captain and coach. Wakka was his friend--he'd trusted this guy! But here he was--a grown man, over another man's lap, with his rear bared for a tanning that would only stop when his butt was redder than his face.

Wakka laid a hand on a well-muscled curve of buttock. "Hey, take it easy," he said. "I don't know if you're trying to tell me you never been spanked before but, if you are . . . then this has probably been a long time coming, ya?" Looking down at Tidus' trapped, struggling body, Wakka was reminded once again of Tidus' similarities to his lost brother, Chappu. His younger brother had always tried his best to get out of his brotherly spankings, just like Tidus was trying now.

But that wasn't about to happen. Wakka brought his palm down for the first blow, swatting down on Tidus' supple left cheek.

The pinned blitzer let out a grunt at the first smack. A flood of memories suddenly came back to him, of when his father had used to discipline him as a kid--when the bastard had been home, anyway. Bare-bottomed, over Jecht's well-muscled thigh . . . it'd been humiliating. But Tidus hadn't been punished like that since his father had disappeared all those years ago. He'd gotten used to the posh life of a professional athlete, where no one would dare to put him in his place. "No, I've never been spanked!" he lied, "And there's no way that I deserve one!" He twisted. There was a nice rosy hand-print where Wakka had smacked.

"Aw, c'mon," Wakka said, "It ain't so bad, ya? A few spanks, a few tears--it'll hurt a lot, but it'll be over before you know it!" He let a couple more spanks fall, cracking them on the round flesh of Tidus' butt. "I'll go easy on you. And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn not to be so full of yourself next time, ya?" He shifted his knee upwards, angling the shorter guy's body to put his rear into a more vulnerable position. Then he spanked down a storm of swats, causing Tidus' buttocks to bounce and redden. "Once I'm done, you can take a dip in the ocean to cool your ass down!"

Tidus grunted and groaned as the spanks landed on his butt. He squirmed a bit and said, "I wouldn't need to--nngh!--cool my ass down, if you didn't do this! Ow!" He reached back, trying to protect his butt from any other spanks.

"Heh, yeah, that's a good point." Wakka grabbed Tidus' arm without skipping a beat, and held it behind his back. He raised his other palm up again, and smacked it rapidly on the player's twisting cheeks. "But I wouldn't need to spank ya if you hadn't acted like Yevon's gift to the Blitz Arena. And like I said--this is tradition. Just count yourself lucky I didn't bring the team paddle with me!" He chuckled.

Tidus felt a few tears starting to spring up in his eyes and he was now starting to buck a bit, trying desperately to get away from the spanks and try to keep whatever, if any, dignity and pride he had left. "You've got--owww!--messed up traditions!" he said, squeezing his eyes shut to try to keep tears from falling.

"Maybe," Wakka said, "But they get the job done." He could read from Tidus' body language that his job was almost over. Just a few more whacks, and the guy would let it all out. It was a fact as old as Spira itself: eventually, any man will succumb once you beat his butt long and hard enough. Yevon knew that Wakka himself always did.

"Oooh, c'mon, Wakka! I thought we were friends!" Tidus clenched his eyes tighter, and kicked fiercely. His ass felt burning hot, and he didn't know how much more he could take without embarrassing himself. "This hurts like hell!"

"Hurts me to do this too, since we're buddies, Tidus. You're a good Guardian, the best guy on the team, and my best friend besides. You're like a brother to me!" Wakka confessed, pounding away at the guy's round, squirming rear-end. "But I'm still the Auroch coach, and my star player needs a spanking!" He started spanking faster, and Tidus let out a helpless whine. He groaned as the red-headed coach dished into his sit-spots, scalding his poor buns.

Wakka spanked on determinedly. It was a hard, embarrassing punishment, sure, but hopefully Tidus would learn his lesson from it. That was the real point of a spanking like this. Knowing this knucklehead, though, it'd probably at least a few more lickings before they really got through to him.

"Owww--! No more, Wakka! I'm sorry already! Youuuch!"

"You're almost done, brudda. Just a few more smack, ya? There we go, all over," Wakka said, laying down the last spank onto Tidus' red ass. The blond let out a loud yelp at it, and bucked a bit. Wakka gave his rear a quick rub, letting him know there weren't any hard feelings on his part. "Damn, man! Your butt's red! Must be because of your skin." Wakka chuckled. "None of my other players' butts turn that color, but they're all brown like me, ya?"

Tidus was just glad that it was finally over. And, it seemed, no one from the shore had seen it happen. "S--someday it'll be me turning YOUR butt red," Tidus said, wiping the tears off his face.

"Hah!" Wakka laughed out loud at Tidus' promise. "I'd like to see the day! Maybe you will, though. I'll admit, I'm not exempt from discipline. I might even need it sometimes. But I'm still the captain! It's not that easy to turn me over your knee."

"Whatever. Ooh . . . " Tidus groaned. He stood up shakily and grabbed his ass. "I think . . . I'll go take a dip to cool my butt down."

When Tidus made mention of cooling off, Wakka nodded. "Yeah, why don't you do that." He appraised Tidus' naked rump while the guy bent over to pull his pants up. Then, grinning craftily, Wakka laid a hard spank across both buttocks, knocking Tidus off the rock and into the cool ocean.

"Ow!" Tidus let out a loud yelp and fell into the water. He immediately pulled his wet clothes back up to his waist while he glared at Wakka. "You're lucky this water feels so good on my butt, otherwise I'd go up there and get payback," he said. After a second, though, he smiled and motioned Wakka to jump down too.

"You mean you'd TRY to get payback, don'cha?" Wakka said. He stood up and breathed in the salty air. This was the life. The wind, the waves, and spanking Tidus' bare ass. It didn't get much better. He dove into the water with a whoop, and made a splash. When he crested, his big cowlick was somehow undisturbed--like it always was. "Now, you gonna ease up on the attitude for a while?" he asked.

"Yeah, as long as it keeps me off your knee and your hand off my ass, then you bet I will," Tidus said as he swam over to him. " . . . Your team actually has a paddle?"

"You better believe it," Wakka said, "And it stings like a fiend, too!" He began swimming on his back, relaxing, letting his chest and face stay above water. "You'd probably rather fight off monsters, than have to feel that thing. Least, I know I would." He chuckled and folded his arms behind his head.

Tidus swam up right next to him, saying "I bet I would, too," he said, and rubbed his butt beneath the water. If just Wakka's hands had been enough to make him cry, no way did he want to feel any paddles. He began to copy Wakka when he got next to him, swimming on his back. He stared up at the colorful sky and said, "You know though . . . I think you actually liked giving me a bare-butt spanking back there." He reached over and playfully dunked Wakka's head beneath the water before straightening himself up.

"Gah!" Wakka spluttered, and then surfaced, spitting out watter. He wiped his mouth and grinned. "'Course I did! Punishing your deserving butt--you had that one coming a long time. And hey, don't think I'm funny or anything, but . . . " Grinning, he got the blond into a head-lock. "You just got a spankable butt, ya?"

Tidus smiled and laughed a bit, trying to get out of the hold. "I'm not sure if I should be happy or scared. I can't wait for the opportunity to spank you back, though. I've seen you in the showers. Your ass is just as good as mine, and I can't wait for the opportunity to turn it red."

"Hah! Keep dreaming, brudda!" Wakka gave Tidus a playful noogie, rubbing his fist down on top of the blond's head, before releasing him. "It'd take a real miracle to spank me. I don't got the same high 'n mighty attitude you do!" He started heading back for the shore. "Since you're so keen on getting payback, though, what would you say to a little bet? Tomorrow morning in the blitzball tank. You an' me, one on one. Whoever scores the most goals, gets to take the other across his lap!"

Tidus grinned at the bet and said, "Sure! But you still have to remember; out of the two of us, I'm still better. So plan on leaving with a hot butt!"

"There's that attitude again. I've been practicing moves you never even seen before! We'll see who comes out on top," Wakka challenged.

The deal was made, and the two blitzball jocks both spit on their palms and shook on it. Whoever wound up the winner tomorrow, they both knew he wouldn't be holding back.