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"Get up." He said, looking down at her. She was on her knees in front of him, hands tied together by a pale, silk scarf. But Sakura didn't get up. Instead, she gave a cheeky smile and answered…
"No."
Kakashis raised a brow at this. He knew where this was heading. Or had she forgotten the safeword? Might as well check…
"Fire?" He asked, looking at her intently. But she only smirked and shook her head.
"No." She teased again. Definitely teased. Kakashi looked down on her as she sat there on her knees, and he knew exactly what she wanted.
"You should be a good girl for me." He said, pinching her cheek roughly, only to earn a small moan from her. "Or you'll be punished." She shook her head.
"No." She said again, voice trembling ever so slightly. Well, if she was going to ask so nicely, why should he deny her? He grabbed her by the ponytail and slowly forced her head back.
"You are being deliberately disobedient." He hummed, and saw how Sakura closed her eyes. "What do we do to girls who won't behave?" He let go of her hair and grabbed her collar, easily lifting her to her feet. His face was barely an inch away from hers. "Go on… say it. I know precisely what you are doing." Sakura blushed, and he had to smile. She was the most precious thing in the world.
"Um…" She moaned, sending shivers down his spine, and opened her eyes to look at him. "We…" And she looked away again, not finishing the sentence. Kakashi raised his brow once more. How rough did she want him to be?
"What do we do to girls who don't behave?" He said again and sat down on the bed, opening the drawer of the bedside table. Which to choose? He could hear her heart pounding, it was beating so loud.
"I don't know that." She whispered, walking up to stand next to him. He pulled her down, effectively laying her down on his lap.
"Sure you do." He said flatly, choosing the small wooden paddle with a heart cut out in the center. He felt her shiver as he let the polished wood brush softly over her perfect, pale ass. She must have been feeling his hardon by now, and he breathed deeply before he spoke again. "Now say it, or things will only get worse for you. What do we do to bad girls?" She was breathing heavily, he could smell her getting exited and it was driving him absolutely crazy. "Sakura?" His voice was soft and dark as he spoke her name. He needed to hear her say it.
"We spank them." She breathed, moaned even. He let her wait for a few seconds, then let the polished wood hit her flesh, earning a gasp from her and a rock-hard erection for himself. Like clockwork.
"Keep count." He said, trying keep his voice steady. "Loudly." He spanked her again.
"Two." She whispered, body trembling.
"Louder." He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her up a little, spanking a third time.
"Three!" She cried, and an imprint of a heart was definitely starting to form on her sweet behind.
"Good girl…" He whispered, letting his hand trace the outline of the heart for a few seconds, then resumed in punishing his wonderfully disobedient subordinate.
Sakura woke up the following morning with blushing cheeks and a wetness between her legs that she didn't know her body was capable of.