A/N: The ninja academy is different from the normal one – here the cadets start at 10 and don't graduate until they're 18. Kiba's 18 so he's due to become a genin soon. I figured this way it would eliminate the weirdness of Kiba being 12 and having crushes on his adult teachers, and wanting sex. I'm not into shotacon. ;-P

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-N-A-R-U-T-O-

::: CHAPTER THREE – SKIPPER :::

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Kiba couldn't sleep that night, because he could only think about Asuma, and being spanked, and Iruka and Kakashi being together. It was a crazy day, Kiba decided. Unfortunately he felt bad touching himself, even though he knew Asuma wouldn't find out. Kiba wasn't a peeper, never had been, never was. But now he'd remember what would happen to him if he decided to become a peeper.

He remembered Asuma's hand on his ass, beating it until it turned red. It was still red the next morning, as Kiba walked to school. The burn of his rear end against the fabric of his underwear wasn't comfortable at all. He ignored his friends when he got to his first period classes. He sat down and said nothing.

Iruka walks in and greets the class with his warm smile. But it's not the smile Kiba wants to see, for once. He'd rather be in Asuma's class. He wants nothing more than to be in Asuma's class. To be around Asuma. Why was he so drawn to Asuma suddenly? Shouldn't that spanking scare him away from Asuma?

He didn't enjoy the spanking at all. In fact, he hated Asuma after it. But when Asuma lied for him, put his arm around Kiba's shoulders, walked him home – Kiba felt a closeness he'd never felt before towards Asuma, or anyone for that matter.

Second period starts, but its Kurenai-sensei's class, and Kiba can hardly force himself to sit through another class. He sees Naruto while trying to skip class.

"Other way, Kiba-kun – it's Kurenai-sensei's class next," Naruto says.

"Not in the mood," Kiba says.

"To stare at her jugs?" Naruto smirks.

"Nope," says Kiba, and Naruto realizes he's not kidding around.

"You're really gonna skip?" he asks.

Kiba shrugs.

"Well, it's starting now," Naruto says. "You want to skip together?"

"Nah, I just want some time alone," Kiba says.

"Okay," Naruto tries to hide the disappointment, but he fails. "Alright. I'll see you later, then."

"Later," Kiba says.

He really does want to be alone, but it's just so he can think. He walks around the school grounds, waiting for Asuma's class to end. The students clear out quickly, and Kiba wanted to get in before the next class – his class – started. No one was ever early, at least not for that period.

Kiba watches the clock. He's standing outside the classroom when the class lets out. As a bonus the students have been let out early. That meant more time with Asuma! Kiba waits for the last student to leave before he turns into the classroom.

Asuma stands by his desk, shuffling through papers. Kiba feels his lips curl into a smile when he sees his sensei. He stops himself from smiling when Asuma looks up at him. He scowls at Kiba.

"I let my class out early. You should be across campus in Kurenai-sensei's class right now," Asuma says.

Shit, Kiba thinks, how did he know my schedule? Originally if Asuma questioned why Kiba was out of class Kiba would tell him he had a free period. But it sounded like Asuma knew exactly what Kiba's schedule was. There was no use lying there.

"I… skipped class," Kiba says.

"Why?" Asuma demands.

Kiba can't say, because I wanted to see you. That would just be ridiculous. Kiba gulps. Unlike Asuma Kiba wasn't that great of a liar. Being convincing and persuasive just wasn't his thing. He opens his mouth and he's sure Asuma can already tell it's a lie.

"I didn't feel like it," Kiba says lamely.

"Didn't…?" Asuma laughs. "Didn't feel like it? Is that what you said?"

Kiba nods sheepishly. Why was Asuma laughing? It was funny? But wasn't he about to get into trouble? Kiba smiles and weakly joins Asuma's laugher. It only lasts a few moments.

A shuriken flies by Kiba's head, colliding into the door, making it slam shut. Kiba hears the lock click magically, although the door probably did that when it was slammed in such a way. The smile is gone from Asuma's face.

"I can't believe you. Did you learn nothing from yesterday?"

"Asuma-sensei, I…" Kiba flushes. This is not how his encounter with Asuma was supposed to go. Was he about to be spanked? Again? His ass was still red and sore from the last one. Kiba has the urge to run, but he didn't want to put himself in deeper trouble.

"I think you need to be punished again," Asuma says, his fingers wrapping around something on the table. "Come here, Kiba. And do not make me tell you twice."

Shit, this wasn't right. Kiba takes small steps towards Asuma, and when he's almost there Asuma reaches out, grabbing Kiba by the arm, and pushing him up against the desk. Kiba imagines how wonderful this would be if Asuma was about to fuck him –

And his cock begins to grow hard. He squeezes his eyes shut. Now was most certainly not the time to be thinking of such things. He didn't need an erection at this time, he needed out of this spanking. He didn't want to be punished again.

"Asuma-sensei," Kiba begins.

Asuma puts a hand on Kiba's back. Held between Asuma's fingers is a wooden ruler. Kiba's eyes widen at the feel of it against his back. He does not want to be spanked with that.

"I needed to see you," Kiba cries. "About my homework, Asuma-sensei!"

Asuma pulls Kiba's pants down. "Kiba, you are a bad liar." Kiba squeezes his eyes shut when Asuma pulls his underwear down, and feels the resistance of Kiba's hardness against the fabric. Asuma pauses, Kiba's underwear partially down his ass.

Asuma takes a moment. "Is that…?"

"Not because you're about to spank me," Kiba says quickly. He's blushing so hard that his face almost hurts. "It's when you pushed me, Asuma-sensei."

"What about it?"

"It reminded me of when Kakashi-sensei pushed Iruka-sensei against the table, and fucked him!" Kiba cries.

He can feel Asuma tense behind him.

"Kiba," he begins.

KNOCK, KNOCK

"Asuma-sensei?"

Some was at the door! Saved by perfect timing! Kiba waits, as Asuma remains motionless behind him. With a scoff he pulls Kiba's underwear back up. Kiba breathes a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to get another spanking after all! He pulls his pants up.

He moves to leave but Asuma's hand comes down on his shoulder, making him freeze. Asuma moves with lightning speed and smacks the ruler once against Kiba's ass. It takes all of Kiba's self-control not to cry out. He didn't want the other student overhearing things.

"Sit down at your desk now," Asuma hisses.

Kiba obeys, quickly going to his desk and sitting, his face burning red. His boner was a red flag. Did Asuma know Kiba was turned on by him? Or did he think Kiba was turned on by the spankings?

Kiba hated the spankings, but he didn't want Asuma to misunderstand him.

Asuma pulls the shuriken out of the door before answering it. A young ninja peeks into the room and spots Kiba before turning his full attention to Asuma. He didn't understand part of the lesson and needed Asuma to explain things again. Asuma sends Kiba a disapproving look before giving the student his full attention. He smiles like he's never stopped smiling his entire life.

By the time he's done the rooms full of students. It's time for his next class. Asuma does it without any indication that he's anger. Kiba thinks he's off the hook, but just in case he prepares to run. The moment class is over he snatches up his books and his bag and starts to run.

"Kiba Inuzuka!" Asuma calls. "I'd like a word with you."

Shit, Kiba thinks, so much for running.

Kiba turns and heads back into the classroom as the students hurry out, giving him amused looks. The last one out of the room slams the door shut, and Kiba hears the lock click. He looks at Asuma and sees Asuma's holding the ruler in his hand again.

Ah shit, Kiba thinks.

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-N-A-R-U-T-O-

::: TO BE CONTINUED :::

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A/N: The romance might seem to have happened really fast (overnight, actually), but really it's not exactly a crush yet. Kiba's more attracted to Asuma than anything. The beginning of an infatuation. Not to say there won't be any real romance. But I think I'd like to take this one slow.