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"Yare, yare..." Kakashi mock-sighed, raising himself up, straightening from his slump, "Well, there it is... all that tough-guy talk. To me, both of you, are just a couple of pups." his lone eye crinkled into a smile, the scarf never shifting, the gaze warm if piercing, "And pups - they need to learn through sharp shocks in life, so that they'll grow up strong and dependable," the masked man backed up slowly, eye flickering over his paperback erotica as he blindly eased a chair out from a desk, planting it on the floorboards with a sound clatter, "Now, I won't bite your ears or nip your tails, but... I think I can wean that attitude out of you two just fine," the visible eye smiled with affection as the sensei reared into a sit, setting toned, training-pants clad legs apart. He then patted a muscled thigh meaningfully, "I don't think pups like you are ready for anything more than my hand," his dark eye regarded Sasuke doggedly, almost playfully, "Time doesn't teach restraint, my little Uchiha. But since you think you'll be fine with it, how about you go first?"
Sasuke scratched his head,waiting for an anwser to come to him as he watched Kakashi tap his thigh. He imagined, for a moment, what would come of him in about ten minutes over his sensei's knee. He shuddered at the thought, but shook it off. "Tch, f-fine." he mumbled. Uchiha's weren't one's to detest punishment when they deserved it. When he walked up to Kakashi, he sent a glare in the blonde's direction, as if to say: 'If you make any kinds of smart remarks during this, you won't be able to sit for a month.' Not to many people would deny that fierce glare. But you never knew what the Uzumaki would do next.
The Uchiha stood in front of the masked ninja, waiting for the humiliating orders that soon would follow.
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