She had finally done it. Katara had finally pushed Zuko's last nerve. Her constant need to always be right and always get what she wanted. She did it right there in front of him. Played sweet words and cute giggles to an Earth Kingdom dignitary.
He had called a meeting of the Masters and the White Lotus to help in extinguishing the last of the Fire Rebel. This meant Katara was back. To pick up right where they had left off two summers ago. Fulfilling their filthiest desires.
Zuko caught her arm on her way to teach the younger waterbenders. Katara's breath caught as she was slammed into the wall beside his study. "Did you think you were getting away from me this trip, Master Katara?"
"Never, Fire Lord," Katara practically purred.
"Lies, Kat," Zuko smirked and pulled her hips flush against his. "What was that during the meeting? Hmm?" Zuko hummed into her ear, "Your 'Little Miss Innocent' act doesn't work on me. You wanted to be right so bad, didn't you?" Katara's mouth opened. "Don't lie, Katara. You know what happens when you lie." Katara's jaw snapped shut and she glared up to him. "You wanted to be right so bad, that you thought constantly touching that Earth Kingdom dignitary was going to get you the result." Zuko's hands ran down Katara's arms taking each wrist and pinning it to the wall beside her head. "You thought batting those ocean blues were gonna-"
"No," Katara cut through with a hiss.
"That's two," Zuko nipped at her jaw. "Just admit that meeting wasn't going how you wanted."
"It went how it did." Katara growled between teeth.
"Yes, but you wanted more. You were willing do some light petting of the older man's ego to make what you wanted come true." Zuko's lips brushed down the neck that was slowly becoming revealed to him. "And you did it right in front of me." Katara's head hit the hallway wall of the palace. "You did so I would see. You wanted to be punished, didn't you?"
"Yes," Katara whispered between her teeth and gasped when Zuko bit lightly onto her.
Zuko growled and yanked Katara from the wall and into his study. Zuko pushed her over the arm of the couch that sat in front of his desk. He lifted her short kimono and pulled down her legging and panties in a quick tug. Katara whined and looked over her shoulder. Her nails already scratching into the couch seat.
"Just because you admitted to it, doesn't mean I will be easy." Zuko's palm hit in a sharp sting. He bit his bottom lip as he watched her ass jiggle. He smacked the other cheek quickly after. Zuko watched the pink print of his hand begin to show.
"That was two," Katara called out as Zuko prepared for another strike to her ass.
Zuko paused his hand but brought his hand down anyway, "The one that I saved you from. Plus, I'm gonna give you twice as many for blatantly doing it in front of me. You know you're mine."
Zuko's hand came down hard. The smack stinging her whole left cheek. A shiver ran down her back at his possessiveness. She wasn't one to be owned. But the want and demand in Zuko's sharp golden eyes had her breaking.
Another slap and Katara yelped. It stung and sent her leaning more onto her arms, accepting her punishment.
The next hit that landed had her on her tiptoes. Pleasure and pain shivered across her body. She hadn't realized she was mumbling until Zuko wrapped her hair around his fist and he pulled her head back. "What was that?"
"M-more," Katara stuttered louder.
"Oh?" Zuko smirked and ran his free hand over the heated flesh of Katara's ass. "You want to be punished more? What a bad girl, Katara." Zuko's fingers tapped lightly on the pinking skin. "You know that bad girls get punished. And you've always wanted to be bad."
Katara tensed slightly when Zuko's hand moved away from her backside. She braced for the hard smack to come.
"But you're too good to be bad." Zuko yanked back on her hair again as his hand smacked her ass again. "Even when you try and be bad," Zuko landed another smack to her other cheek. "Your still fucking perfect." Zuko let go of Katara's hair to pull her hips back and rut his clothed erection against her backside. "Fucking perfect."
Katara pushed her sore backside closer to the rough fabric. "Zuko!"
Zuko squeezed at Katara's hips. His nails dragging across her skin until he reach her cheeks. He spread them open and rocked against the now exposed hole. He could feel his ending draw closer. Katara cried out as Zuko smacked her left cheek then right. "I'm gonna-"
Katara pushed back so Zuko's head rest on her shoulder. "Yes! Please!"
Zuko's hips stuttered and he weakly squeezed her ass. Her name tumbling off his lips in a moan. "Mmm, so fucking amazing."
Katara smiled and pushed him away. She stood and pulled her legging back over her now bright red and sore bottom. She stretched and sent a glare to where Zuko was leaning back against his desk.
"It's good to see you again, Kat."
Katara raised an eyebrow to him, "We're almost getting to old for this, Fire Lord."
"Almost," Zuko took hold of her wrist and pulled her to him. He gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
"I have kids to teach." Katara pulled away and began walking to the door. "And you might want a change of clothes."
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