On the Night of a Full Moon

Avatar: The Last Airbender Spanking FanFic

A fireball brushes past Katara's face, narrowly missing her and scorching her robe. Princess Azula steps forward into the moonlight with her hands raised.

"Give up, waterbender," she says, smirking. "You don't stand a chance."

Katara kicks up a cloud of dust with a sharp cry, then ducks behind a boulder. Azula covers her face, then laughs aloud.

"Why bother pretending?" she says. "There isn't a body of water for miles from here. You might as well be bending in a desert! Just give in, I swear I won't hurt you." Her lip curls, and she adds beneath her breath. "Much."

"No water, hm?" Katara says to herself as she catches her breath. "That's what you think." She glances up into the sky again, blinking at the starry blackness. At the roundness of the full moon.

She grins.

"Wh-what are you – hey!" Azula cries out as her arms and legs seem to jerk forwards of their own volition, walking her forward with stiff steps. "H-hey! What's going on?"

Katara steps out from behind the rock with her arms raised. "You think of other benders as being weak because they won't burn villages to the ground," she says in a bold voice. "But the truth is you have no idea what other benders can do."

"What are you doing to me – hey!" Like a puppet on strings, Azula drops forward and bends at the waist. She thrusts out her hands and places them, palms flat, against the boulder that Katara was just hiding behind. Katara step behind her with a smirk still playing at her lips.

"You say there's no water around? What about the water inside of you – coursing through you every second of your day?" Katara says. "This," she says, "is called Bloodbending. It's an ancient waterbending art that allows us to control the muscles and bodies of our enemies. It takes an incredible skill… and the right conditions." She looks up to the sky, where the pale disc of the moon is looking down on them both. "I'm lucky that tonight is a full moon."

"H-hey," Azula says, the confidence gone from her voice. She stammers, her eyes wide and darting behind her, unable to move a muscle outside of her face. "Wh-what are you going to do?"

Katara puts a finger to her cheek. "You know," she says. "That's a good question. I've been thinking about exactly how I'm going to answer it." She takes the hem of Azula's kimino in on fist. Azula gasps, helpless. "The thing is, I don't think you're evil. I think the Emperor is evil. I think he raised you to be something that you aren't: to be cruel and ruthless and selfish. But if you'd been brought up the right way…"

Katara lifts the back of Azula's kimono, revealing her scarlet underwear, as the Princess frantically protests.

"W-wait, stop! We can talk this through!"

"If you'd been brought up the right way," Katara continues, ignoring her completely, "you'd see what was right. That means teaching you right from wrong of course. And it means rewarding you when you're good. Or…"

Katara takes the waistband of Azula's cloth panties and pulls them off Azula's pearly-white behind. She lets them drop down Azula's muscular thighs an stop at her knees, which are spread shoulder width apart. She takes one of Azula's round cheeks and gives it a tender squeeze.

"Y-you're sick!" Azula cries out, her face flushing. She strains against the bloodbending, but to no avail: she's stuck with her face angled down at the rock, her elbows locked, and her bare tushy held up in the air. "You're a pervert!"

"Or," Katara continues calmly, as though Azula hadn't spoken. "It means punishing you when you're bad."

She steps beside Azula's hips and lines up her palm. All the while, Azula is carrying on, her dark hair falling in her face, her legs trembling with the strain of trying to break free.

WHACK!

When the first swat hit, Azula's breath catches in her mouth. Almost immediately, an imprint of Katara's hand blossoms on Azula's right buttock. Azula's eyes are wide, and her jaw is dropped. Her lips are moving, but no sound comes out. With a satisfied grin, Katara lines up her hand with Azula's other alabaster cheek, then gives another, crisp slap.

FWACK!

"Ngah!" Azula gasps, and her face flushes darkly. Her eyes are flashing dangerously, but each time she realizes – beyond question – that she is completely immobilized, a look of panic crosses her pretty face.

"What's the matter, Azula?" Katara says softly. "Heir to a throne, and you can't take a little spanking? I guess Emperor Ozai must have really spoiled you, then."

"S-shut up!" Azula says, her face burning as hot and bright than her bending. "I-I don't need you to… to… GAH!"

She cries out as another swat strikes her bared cheek, then another, and a third. Katara is swinging in threes now, shifting between her dancing buttocks as they change color from pale to pink and, finally, to an incendiary red. As the onslaught of smacks continues, Azula tries at first to suppress her cries. Then, they start to escape her in grunts and wriggling gasps. Finally, she can't hold it in anymore: each time Katara's flat palm connects with her bright, sore bottom, she cries out shrilly, clenching her eyes closed and tensing her legs. Soon, her heinie is a searing shade of crimson from the tops of both cheeks all the way to her mid-thighs, and still she cannot move a muscle. She braces between swats, clenching her cheeks together around the dark crease of her bottom, gritting her teeth as she does.

THWACK! FWACK! FWACK!

"Ahaaaaahhaa!" Princess Azula exclaims. "It hurts! It huuuuurts!" Her sore bottom feels as though it were about to burst into flames.

Katara, with a self-satisfied smirk, steps back and inspects her work. Both of the plump white orbs of Azula's rear end are thoroughly reddened. But the color isn't all she's after. So Katara raises one empty hand and gently closes her eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Azula says nervously. "A-are you done?" She scowls, furious at her own patheticness. "Have you had enough of humiliating me yet?"

"Not yet," Katara says placidly. Then, as a swirling sphere of water begins to form in her hands, she reaches towards Azula's tender bottom.

The air in the room is becoming drying. Azula notices this, and the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. What is this water bender up to?

Her eyes dart around madly until, finally, she feels something cool against her backside.

"Ngah! What is that!" she cries.

"Just water," Katara replies calmly.

"Water? From where?"

"The air," Katara says. "Not much here, given the climate is so dry. But still, there's just enough in the air here for my purposes." Katara takes the humid sphere in her hand and rubs it across Azula's thighs.

Azula whimpers, but the water is cool and feels good against her hot seat. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Katara says. When Azula doesn't reply, Katara continues. "This is a trick I learned in my village. The cold water feels really nice, and it sort of cools you down. But there's another effect. I learned this the hard way, myself – all of the girls in my tribe found out the same way."

"F-found out what?"

"That water worsens the sting of a good smack," Katara says simply, "so a spanking hurts twice as much on a wet butt."

Azula's eyebrows come together in confusion… but she isn't confused for long.

The first hard flurry of swats takes Azula's breath away, as the sting – as promised – is colder and sharper than it was when her bottom was dry. Katara doesn't let up, even as Azula starts to squeal and wail, her bottom dancing to the rhythm of the strokes, revealing in bursts the dark privates between her full thighs. Azula's face is so hot that it could light a fire, and as the tears well up in her eyes and smudge her black khol eyeliner, she curses in her mind the day that she decided to fight the Avatar, and even the day she was born.

Miserable and well-spanked, Azula takes smack after smack on her bare bottom until her entire tushy is a solid crimson, the same color of her kimino's inner lining, and her tears are falling silently into the dust. Finally, humiliated beyond belief, she bows her head and, sniffling, submits to her punishment.

The rest of which, Katara is all too happy to give.

When, at last, Azula's bottom is thoroughly seared and her cries of "I'm sorry!" sound genuinely sincere, Katara steps back to survey her work. She smiles, brushing her hands together, as she looks upon the once-white canvas, now as shiny and red as a Fuji apple in the fall.

It takes a moment for Azula to realize she can move again, and still stands stiffly with one hand on her scorched behind. She pouts at herself, then at Katara, and still sniffling she wipes a tear from her eye.

"Now," Katara says finally, "do you still think waterbenders don't stand a chance against the Fire Nation?"

Azula doesn't answer, but it isn't because she doesn't know. She simply has too much on her mind – too much pain and pleasure to process as she runs her hand over the smooth red surface of her right buttock. She's never been bloodbended before, and she doesn't look forward to it happening again.

But as for the spanking…well, that's a different matter…

TO SUBMIT YOUR OWN SPANKING FANFIC IDEA, GO TOA fireball brushes past Katara's face, narrowly missing her and scorching her robe. Princess Azula steps forward into the moonlight with her hands raised.

"Give up, waterbender," she says, smirking. "You don't stand a chance."

Katara kicks up a cloud of dust with a sharp cry, then ducks behind a boulder. Azula covers her face, then laughs aloud.

"Why bother pretending?" she says. "There isn't a body of water for miles from here. You might as well be bending in a desert! Just give in, I swear I won't hurt you." Her lip curls, and she adds beneath her breath. "Much."

"No water, hm?" Katara says to herself as she catches her breath. "That's what you think." She glances up into the sky again, blinking at the starry blackness. At the roundness of the full moon.

She grins.

"Wh-what are you – hey!" Azula cries out as her arms and legs seem to jerk forwards of their own volition, walking her forward with stiff steps. "H-hey! What's going on?"

Katara steps out from behind the rock with her arms raised. "You think of other benders as being weak because they won't burn villages to the ground," she says in a bold voice. "But the truth is you have no idea what other benders can do."

"What are you doing to me – hey!" Like a puppet on strings, Azula drops forward and bends at the waist. She thrusts out her hands and places them, palms flat, against the boulder that Katara was just hiding behind. Katara step behind her with a smirk still playing at her lips.

"You say there's no water around? What about the water inside of you – coursing through you every second of your day?" Katara says. "This," she says, "is called Bloodbending. It's an ancient waterbending art that allows us to control the muscles and bodies of our enemies. It takes an incredible skill… and the right conditions." She looks up to the sky, where the pale disc of the moon is looking down on them both. "I'm lucky that tonight is a full moon."

"H-hey," Azula says, the confidence gone from her voice. She stammers, her eyes wide and darting behind her, unable to move a muscle outside of her face. "Wh-what are you going to do?"

Katara puts a finger to her cheek. "You know," she says. "That's a good question. I've been thinking about exactly how I'm going to answer it." She takes the hem of Azula's kimino in on fist. Azula gasps, helpless. "The thing is, I don't think you're evil. I think the Emperor is evil. I think he raised you to be something that you aren't: to be cruel and ruthless and selfish. But if you'd been brought up the right way…"

Katara lifts the back of Azula's kimono, revealing her scarlet underwear, as the Princess frantically protests.

"W-wait, stop! We can talk this through!"

"If you'd been brought up the right way," Katara continues, ignoring her completely, "you'd see what was right. That means teaching you right from wrong of course. And it means rewarding you when you're good. Or…"

Katara takes the waistband of Azula's cloth panties and pulls them off Azula's pearly-white behind. She lets them drop down Azula's muscular thighs an stop at her knees, which are spread shoulder width apart. She takes one of Azula's round cheeks and gives it a tender squeeze.

"Y-you're sick!" Azula cries out, her face flushing. She strains against the bloodbending, but to no avail: she's stuck with her face angled down at the rock, her elbows locked, and her bare tushy held up in the air. "You're a pervert!"

"Or," Katara continues calmly, as though Azula hadn't spoken. "It means punishing you when you're bad."

She steps beside Azula's hips and lines up her palm. All the while, Azula is carrying on, her dark hair falling in her face, her legs trembling with the strain of trying to break free.

WHACK!

When the first swat hit, Azula's breath catches in her mouth. Almost immediately, an imprint of Katara's hand blossoms on Azula's right buttock. Azula's eyes are wide, and her jaw is dropped. Her lips are moving, but no sound comes out. With a satisfied grin, Katara lines up her hand with Azula's other alabaster cheek, then gives another, crisp slap.

FWACK!

"Ngah!" Azula gasps, and her face flushes darkly. Her eyes are flashing dangerously, but each time she realizes – beyond question – that she is completely immobilized, a look of panic crosses her pretty face.

"What's the matter, Azula?" Katara says softly. "Heir to a throne, and you can't take a little spanking? I guess Emperor Ozai must have really spoiled you, then."

"S-shut up!" Azula says, her face burning as hot and bright than her bending. "I-I don't need you to… to… GAH!"

She cries out as another swat strikes her bared cheek, then another, and a third. Katara is swinging in threes now, shifting between her dancing buttocks as they change color from pale to pink and, finally, to an incendiary red. As the onslaught of smacks continues, Azula tries at first to suppress her cries. Then, they start to escape her in grunts and wriggling gasps. Finally, she can't hold it in anymore: each time Katara's flat palm connects with her bright, sore bottom, she cries out shrilly, clenching her eyes closed and tensing her legs. Soon, her heinie is a searing shade of crimson from the tops of both cheeks all the way to her mid-thighs, and still she cannot move a muscle. She braces between swats, clenching her cheeks together around the dark crease of her bottom, gritting her teeth as she does.

THWACK! FWACK! FWACK!

"Ahaaaaahhaa!" Princess Azula exclaims. "It hurts! It huuuuurts!" Her sore bottom feels as though it were about to burst into flames.

Katara, with a self-satisfied smirk, steps back and inspects her work. Both of the plump white orbs of Azula's rear end are thoroughly reddened. But the color isn't all she's after. So Katara raises one empty hand and gently closes her eyes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Azula says nervously. "A-are you done?" She scowls, furious at her own patheticness. "Have you had enough of humiliating me yet?"

"Not yet," Katara says placidly. Then, as a swirling sphere of water begins to form in her hands, she reaches towards Azula's tender bottom.

The air in the room is becoming drying. Azula notices this, and the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. What is this water bender up to?

Her eyes dart around madly until, finally, she feels something cool against her backside.

"Ngah! What is that!" she cries.

"Just water," Katara replies calmly.

"Water? From where?"

"The air," Katara says. "Not much here, given the climate is so dry. But still, there's just enough in the air here for my purposes." Katara takes the humid sphere in her hand and rubs it across Azula's thighs.

Azula whimpers, but the water is cool and feels good against her hot seat. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Katara says. When Azula doesn't reply, Katara continues. "This is a trick I learned in my village. The cold water feels really nice, and it sort of cools you down. But there's another effect. I learned this the hard way, myself – all of the girls in my tribe found out the same way."

"F-found out what?"

"That water worsens the sting of a good smack," Katara says simply, "so a spanking hurts twice as much on a wet butt."

Azula's eyebrows come together in confusion… but she isn't confused for long.

The first hard flurry of swats takes Azula's breath away, as the sting – as promised – is colder and sharper than it was when her bottom was dry. Katara doesn't let up, even as Azula starts to squeal and wail, her bottom dancing to the rhythm of the strokes, revealing in bursts the dark privates between her full thighs. Azula's face is so hot that it could light a fire, and as the tears well up in her eyes and smudge her black khol eyeliner, she curses in her mind the day that she decided to fight the Avatar, and even the day she was born.

Miserable and well-spanked, Azula takes smack after smack on her bare bottom until her entire tushy is a solid crimson, the same color of her kimino's inner lining, and her tears are falling silently into the dust. Finally, humiliated beyond belief, she bows her head and, sniffling, submits to her punishment.

The rest of which, Katara is all too happy to give.

When, at last, Azula's bottom is thoroughly seared and her cries of "I'm sorry!" sound genuinely sincere, Katara steps back to survey her work. She smiles, brushing her hands together, as she looks upon the once-white canvas, now as shiny and red as a Fuji apple in the fall.

It takes a moment for Azula to realize she can move again, and still stands stiffly with one hand on her scorched behind. She pouts at herself, then at Katara, and still sniffling she wipes a tear from her eye.

"Now," Katara says finally, "do you still think waterbenders don't stand a chance against the Fire Nation?"

Azula doesn't answer, but it isn't because she doesn't know. She simply has too much on her mind – too much pain and pleasure to process as she runs her hand over the smooth red surface of her right buttock. She's never been bloodbended before, and she doesn't look forward to it happening again.

But as for the spanking…well, that's a different matter…