"I can't believe I lost . . . " Wakka groaned. The big man hung his head despondently. He'd done his best, but Tidus was a natural genius at the game, and had managed to slip one too many goals past him. Personally, Wakka blamed the Jecht Shot.
From the other side of the practice room, Tidus grinned triumphantly. It'd been a challenge to beat the big captain, but in the end he knew he'd win. "Told you I'd beat you!" Tidus said. He crossed his arms. "And not just figuratively, either. You remember our bet, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I remember." Wakka sighed. He started undoing the straps that held his pants up. The blitzball captain walked over to Tidus, gripping his underwear tightly. "Let's just get it over with, ya . . . ?"
Tidus smiled and sat down, wincing a bit due to his own still-sore rear, and patted his upper leg. "Over my lap, Wakka." He looked up at him with obvious amusement at what was going to happen.
"Aw, man. This is humiliatin' . . . " Wakka mumbled, and placed himself across his fellow Guardian's thighs. He was just glad nobody else was around to see this. Without being asked, Wakka tugged down his underwear, revealing a healthy browned ass, nice and firm. Small drops of moisture from the blitzball tank dotted the two round hemispheres.
Tidus rubbed one of the butt-cheeks. "I just know I'm going to enjoy this," he said. Without anymore preamble, he raised his hand and brought it down on Wakka's right butttock with a loud SMACK! that echoed around. It didn't hurt as much as one of Wakka's whacks, but Tidus brought his down faster.
"Oof!" The first spank caught Wakka by surprise, and his hips jerked slightly. He just knew that'd leave a mark. Soon, more spanks started falling, landing all over his ass. Quick, stinging swats. As Tidus started hitting him faster and faster, Wakka kicked his legs a little and started wincing. His butt was more compact and muscled than Tidus' was, but that didn't mean much when there was an energetic palm smacking down on its naked flesh. "Oww, not so hard, ya?" Wakka whined.
"Hehe. Sorry Wakka," Tidus said as he continued. He rained spanks down hard and fast, sometimes hitting the same spot before moving to another. "But this is payback!" After that, he began to spank Wakka more enthusiastically. The spanks were slightly harder, and he was bringing them down even more speedily than before.
"Ooh!" Wakka yelped and started pumping his legs up and down. "P--payback? Payback for what? You had that other spankin' coming, brudda! Ouch!" He flexed his big buttocks in pain. This spanking was already worse than Wakka had figured it'd be. For a guy who'd never disciplined another man before, Tidus had already worked up quite a sting. He must be a quick study. And the dampness on his ass wasn't helping to lessen the pain, either. It was difficult to tell, given the color of his skin, but both of Wakka's buns were already flushed red under Tidus' swift, painful assault.
"Starting to feel the burn now?" Tidus asked, bringing his palm down faster and faster on Wakka's butt. His arm was practically a blur as he pounded the muscular coach. He smiled at how the cheeks flexed and bounced under his hands.
"Ooh, yeah I'm feelin' it!" Wakka said, twisting his ass all over the place. His big cowlick bobbed up and down in time with Tidus' palm landing on his backside.
"Regret taking the bet yet?" Tidus asked without missing a single beat.
"Yoww! Ahh, the only thing I regret is not winning the game . . . Ow! Just you wait! Next time we bet, I'm gonna win it, and YOU'LL be the one getting what he deserves! Yowch!" The rapid-fire swats were really doing a number on the big blitzball player. Amidst all his yelps, Wakka felt a sniffle coming on, as well as a couple tears. "Aw, maaan, quit it already! I can't--ooh!--take much more!"
"Hehe. Sorry. Yesterday, you kept on beating me until I couldn't take it anymore, so I'm doing the same to you," Tidus said. He spanked both butt-cheeks with more force than ever, and grinned. "Besides, we're almost done here."
"Oooh, that was never part of the bet--owww!" Wakka whined, clenching his eyes shut to stop the tears. He wriggled his red rump around, but Tidus just kept on slapping the muscular cheeks. Wakka's pain tolerance during a spanking was a good deal higher than Tidus', due to his getting them often growing up. To really break him down, he needed to get a much longer spanking than Tidus had--and that's just what he was getting now. The whacks slammed down endlessly, and the big Guardian wriggled, squirmed, and groaned. He wondered if they'd ever stop.
Even with his endurance though, Wakka was fast approaching the end of the line. At a particularly hard spank, Wakka felt a tear finally slide down his face. After the next volley of swats, a muffled blubber rose out of his chest.
Tidus smiled as he heard the guy, and stopped spanking. "Okay then, all done," he said as he rubbed Wakka's rear. He gave one of the cheeks a small squeeze. "Now I see why you loved spanking me. That was awesome! I guess all blitzball players must have spankable butts."
"Ooh, yeah . . . " Wakka said. He rose shakily to his feet and immediately started rubbing his red ass. "All that swimming and physical training we get . . . What'd you expect?" Each of his sore mounds swelled and bunched up under Wakka's tender massage. He tried to turn around and check out his own ass, but failed. "Yow. You really burned my buns," he exclaimed with a wince.
"Yeah," Tidus laughed. "Now your bottom matches your top." He pointed up at Wakka's hairdo, and snickered.
At first Wakka scowled at the comparison, but then couldn't help but let a smile through when he realized how ridiculous he looked. "Hahah, alright alright. Just remember. Next time we bet, I'm gonna win. Get my own little payback on you, ya?" He pulled his pants up with a groan.
Tidus smiled as he got up."Yeah. Hopefully it isn't Bitzball related, because otherwise you'd never be able to beat me," he replied confidently. He was happy he'd been able to redden Wakka's rear.
"Hah! We'll see about that," Wakka said. With Tidus' attitude, beating his butt, literally, at Blitzball would be particularly satisfying. Wakka kept on rubbing his sore rump, but now over the seat of his pants. His buttocks ached. "If you'll excuse though, I'm gonna take a quick run to the beach." He started jogging in place, swinging his arms up and down. "A cool ocean breeze, and a nice long soak, are just what my ass needs right now."
Tidus laughed a bit and said, "Alright. I guess I'll follow you. I've got nothing better to do." As he walked past him, he gave Wakka another smack. He didn't really hold back any force.
"Yow!" Wakka jumped at the blow. Even though it was over his clothes, it still stung like hell. He gave himself a quick rub, shook his head, and chuckled. "Got nothing better to do than spank me some more, ya?" he asked. Winding his arm up, Wakka gave Tidus a whack of his own, significantly harder than Tidus' had been.
"Ouch!" Tidus yelped out, and stumbled a bit before also rubbing his still-sore rear. He turned to Wakka and nodded. "Yep. Now let's get down to the beach before we start trying to get each other over our laps."
"Hahah, alright, sounds good to me," Wakka agreed amicably. "Better be careful though. You might've spanked my today, but I'm still the captain. Show any more of that attitude o' yours, and you'll be pants down in no time!" The two Guardians quickly made their way through the village, and down to the beach. Wakka started jogging towards the water's edge, his butt-cheeks visibly bouncing inside his pants as he worked his legs. His muscular back shone in the bright sun.
Tidus followed behind him, enjoying the view. "Nuh uh, I don't think so. I didn't expect it the first time, but now I'm more careful. Besides, my butt is still healing from yesterday." He ran past Wakka.
"And if you want to keep it that way, you'll play like a good boy," Wakka joked. His toes dug into the warm sand as he ran. "Not that I wouldn't mind getting you over my lap again." He chuckled. "You've got some of the roundest cheeks I've ever seen! Spanking 'em was like beating two blitzballs side by side." He finally reached the waves, and waded in. He let out a sigh of relief when the water-level rose up to cover his ass.
The blond smiled at what Wakka said and followed him into the water, sighing at the feeling of the cool liquid. "Heh, it's just about the same with your butt. I could spend all day just spanking it. And besides, it's nice to have you squirm over my lap."
"Hey-hey! I wasn't squirming! I was . . . just shifting my position around, ya?" Wakka said lamely. He sank deeper into the water, submerging his buttocks entirely. Massaging his ass underwater, Wakka aimed a sly smile Tidus' way. "At least I didn't reach back at all and try to block any. I took my whole spanking like a man. More than I can say 'bout you."
"Huh?" Tidus crossed his arms. "Well, I'd never been spanked before. If I get another one now, I wouldn't reach back and try to block again since I know what it'd feel like."
Wakka's lips curled up in a smirk. "You think so?" He slowly swam towards his friend.
Tidus nodded, not noticing that the other was slowly swimming to him. "Yeah, I know so," he said, and grinned.
"Heheh, well--I think that oughta be put to the test!" Wakka shouted. He suddenly wrapped his strong arms around Tidus' body, and hefted him above the water. Wakka looked around. "Where we gonna do this . . . ?"
"I didn't mean I actually wanted to be spanked to prove it!" Tidus yelled out. He began struggling to get down.
"Hah! Sorry, man. But you were sounding so tough a second ago!" Wakka said, and slung Tidus across his broad shoulder. He waded out of the water and got back onto the beach again. There weren't many people there at that time of day, but for Tidus' sake Wakka chose a more sheltered location anyway--a private clearing shielded behind a rock facing. Risk of discovery was lower there.
Reaching the chosen spot, he hunkered down and dumped a kicking Tidus over his lap. In a flash, the protesting blitzball jock's pants were down, and Wakka patted the guy on his still-pinkened butt. "You're ready to back up your words, ya?" Wakka asked. In reality, this was just gonna be a playful spanking, but Tidus didn't need to know that.
Tidus' face flushed a bright red at being bared again, and he squirmed over Wakka's lap. "Come on, Wakka! You aren't seriously going to spank me just for running my mouth, are you? Let my ass heal first, at least! Then I'll be willing to make an actual bet with you about what I said."
"Sorry, Tidus, too late now." Wakka chuckled, and brought his big palm down in a loud clap of skin-on-skin. The struck buttock bounced up, with a new handprint decorating it's round contours. "Gonna find out just how long you can go without trying to block."
Tidus let out a grunt, clenching his teeth a bit as he felt the force on his still aching bottom. He considered his situation carefully. After a moment, he looked up at Wakka and said, "Well then . . . wanna make a bet on how long I'll last?"
Wakka chuckled, and rested his hand on one of Tidus' cheeks. "A bet, huh? Alright, if that's how you wanna play it. I'll bet you that . . . " Wakka grinned and slapped his hand down again, HARD. "You can't take twenty more of my whacks." He rubbed his rough palm over the smooth bubble-butt. "What were you thinking for stakes?"
Tidus let out a pained groaned. That one hurt! But he grinned and said, "Our butts, of course. The one who loses has to be spanked in public. No holds barred. They get it for as long as the winner wants, and anywhere they choose. Tomorrow. What do you think of that?"
Wakka stroked his chin in thought. "A public beatdown, huh? Didn't know you wanted to be humiliated so bad. Alright, it's a deal!" Wakka said, and applied another hearty swat. He smirked and laid on another two whacks, spreading his palm out to cover as wide an area as possible. "No backing out once you lose, ya?"
As the pain started saturating into his rear, Tidus groaned and hissed a bit. "Yeah-nngh!-no backing out. That goes for you, too." he said, resting his hands on the other guy's thighs. "So be prepared to have everyone see me beat your butt."
"Not gonna happen," Wakka replied. He pulled Tidus further across his knee, angling his backside up higher. "By the time I'm done, you're gonna be beggin' for mercy!" He slammed his palm down, aiming at the base of Tidus' ass. "Then I'm gonna spank you in front of the whole blitzball team!" He wound his arm up before each spank, making sure to put maximum force into each. This wasn't a playful spanking anymore--it was a contest of skill between men. And no way was Wakka gonna be the one caught with his pants down the next day.
"Nngh!" Tidus grunted as the spanking wore on. "Dream-Mmmf!-on!" He grunted and groaned and hissed at the smacks, but was determined not to try to block. He felt some already start tears form, and his body jerked at every smack, but he wouldn't lose. His hands slowly clenched into fists.
Wakka got to the half-way point, and started to worry. Tidus hadn't reached back yet, and in fact he looked about ready to punch before shielding his ass. From personal experience, Wakka knew that Tidus could be stubborn as Sin when he wanted to be. This might be one of those times.
Tidus felt a tear or two spring out of his eyes, but he was still ready to take whatever Wakka dished out. His fist held tightly onto Wakka's pants, unmoving. He smiled as he felt the other stop spanking for a split second, and said, "Give up?" in an amused tone
The redhead grimaced, and then spit on both his palms. He rubbed them together, built up a nice friction, and got ready to beat ass like he'd never beaten before. His own dignity was riding on this now! He reared his arm back and let it slam down, putting all his blitzball throwin' muscles into the swat.
"NNGHA!" Tidus cried out. One of his hands flinched a bit, but didn't lift off of Wakka's thigh. This was going to be trouble.
Wakka noticed the momentary jerk of Tidus' hand, and grinned. Looked like the guy was close to giving in after all. "Hey, what's the matter?" he asked with a chuckle. "Got an itch you want to scratch?" He lifted his palm up and pounded the right cheek. "Wanna rub something?" Wakka pounded the left cheek. "Or maybe . . . " Wakka spanked sharply over the crest of both buttocks. "You just not as tough as you thought, ya?"
Tidus grunted, groaned and yelped out at the smacks. There were red handprints all over his butt, and now he was squirming and kicking a bit. His hand were still clenched tighter on Wakka's pants, though they were now occasionally tugging at the material a bit in tempation. But he refused to let go. "N--No way . . .!" he growled, and counted the remaining spanks in his head.
Number fifteen slammed into Tidus' red ass--and the guy still hadn't made a move to cover up. Just five more whacks to go. Wakka started to sweat. These last five had to be real killers.
The muscular coach wound his arm up, and pretended Tidus' bubble buttocks were evil fiends who needed to be smacked and spanked in order to protect Yuna. Or maybe they were Al Bhed. Yeah, that worked even better. Bad, round, firm, fleshy mounds of spankable machinery, that had to be destroyed in Yevon's name. Yeah!
He gave Tidus four hard spanks, landing them in quick succession--and all at the guy's wriggling sit-spots. Even if Tidus didn't reach back, at least he'd have difficulty sitting down for a few days.
"NNGH!!" Tidus groaned, feeling the urge getting really strong. Just five more Tidus, just five more. He then felt the four smacks slamming into his ass and he let out a loud cry. This time he didn't even think, he just reached back to try to protect his burning, stinging butt. Then he realized what he'd done.
In a flash, Wakka had grabbed hold of his wrist. "Hah! Look what I got!" he crowed triumphantly. He twisted Tidus' arm behind his back, keeping it clear of his rump.
"Aw, man!" Tidus said.
"Man, you had me worried for a while there, but I told you. As captain of the team, nobody spanks harder than me," Wakka said. He puffed his chest out in pride. Then he chuckled, and rubbed Tidus' butt for him. "No hard feelings, ya? You took those pretty well. Hope you're ready to get it in front of all the guys tomorrow, though."
"Yeah yeah . . . " Tidus said, mad at himself that he'd lost. "A bet's a bet . . . though I should've won that. I didn't know you could spank that hard." He wiped some stray tears off his face.
"Heh. I went easy on you the first time," Wakka boasted. "That was a real Besaid ass beating I just gave ya."
"Well, don't worry. Someday I'll see you spanked in public," Tidus said, smiling through the tears.
"Not gonna happen, brudda." Wakka patted Tidus' butt. "Getting whpped in the open's your job. Speaking of . . . " Wakka grinned. "You still got one spank left, ya? Here's big number twenty!" He whacked down one last time, making the blond's cheeks wobble with the force.
"AHH!" Tidus cried out, not expecting the last spank. It made his whole body jerk, and he felt more tears run down his face. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Damn . . . that one really hurt." He looked up at the other and said "Okay, you won. So now I get a public spanking. At least go easy on me tomorrow."
"Don't worry," Wakka reassured him. "I'm gonna blister your butt good, but it won't be anything you can't handle." He rubbed Tidus' ass for him, fondling and caressing the hot cheeks. After a minute of massage, Wakka said, "Hey, come back to my place with me for a second, ya? I've got something you'll like."
"Fine," Tidus said, sighing a bit as the other rubbed his stinging butt-cheeks. "As long as my ass gets a rest afterwards."
"Yeah, we're gonna take care of some of that right now." Wakka beamed. "And I promise that after tomorrow, I won't give ya anymore whacks until your buns are all better, ya?" His lips quirked up in an amused smirk.
"Ha ha, very funny . . . "
The two Guardians got to their feet. Reaching around Tidus' back, Wakka helpfully pulled the guy's pants up for him--and unknowingly gave him a wedgie in the process. Hey, at least the guy meant well.
Wakka pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "Follow me."