Konoha Wrestling

Coach Asuma sat behind his desk, filling out forms. Every year there was a
never-ending mountain of them, in larger and larger quantities. He could
understand why Coach Kakashi avoided them so much. Grading slips, permission
forms, equipment requisitions. . . . He took a long drag on his cigarette. At
least he'd get a small reprieve from them once Kiba showed up for his swats.



His paddle lay in front of him on the desk--a solid wooden slab. It was an old
family heirloom, having been held by the Sarutobi line for generations. His own
father had wielded the thing on Asuma's beefy butt growing up and, now that he
was a coach, Asuma used it frequently on errant jock backside. It was rare for
even a day to go by without one or more guys getting called into his office to
strip naked, bend over, and take their licks.



As a teenager, Asuma had hated the damn paddle, and done his best not to catch
the wrong end of it. It was just a little too good at inspiring tears, not to
mention roasting his behind, for Asuma's comfort. The wrestling and football
teams, though . . . they seemed to flourish under it's heavy swing. It was like
they couldn't get enough of it. Sure, they were all pained yelps and moans while
it was going on, but as soon as the punishment was over they were showing off
their red butts in the locker-room and comparing who got the best blisters. But
then, maybe that wasn't surprising. Jocks were masochists, all of 'em.
Especially that Uzumaki kid. Naruto had always been a whore for attention, even
the 'tough love' kind that a Coach's paddle could deliver.



But who was Asuma to argue? As punishment, paddling sure worked a whole lot
better than anything else. Quicker, and easier on everybody concerned. Even when
offered a choice between the paddle and other punishments--detentions, running
laps, team suspension--the jocks chose the paddle every time. It wasn't as if
Asuma enjoyed paddling toned, athletic rump. It was just part of his
job-description, that's all. He didn't enjoy it one bit.



He raised his head at Kiba stepping into his office, wrapped in just a towel.
Wet, slick muscles, along with one of the most spankable asses on the team.
Asuma adjusted the pouch of his own tight wrestling singlet, shifting the
growing bulge. Shit, if Kurenai would just put out for him more often, he
wouldn't get like this when he tried to do his job.





***



The coach's paddle was lying on the desk. Kiba couldn't help but gulp slightly
when he saw it. It resembled a fraternity paddle more than anything else, and
was thick, heavy, and painful looking. Soon, all those discarded cigarettes in
the coach's ashtray wouldn't be the only smoking butts in the room.



Coach Asuma had a nickname for the thing; he called it Konoha's "Will of Fire".
Apparently, because it burned Fire County ethics directly into jock backside. It
was made entirely of sturdy maple wood, and bore the school symbol on it's
business end--a stylized leaf, consisting of a spiral topped off with an arrow.
If he spanked hard enough, Asuma was sometimes able to 'tattoo' that symbol onto
a jock ass-cheek. It'd remain outlined in red welts long after the rest of the
butt had recovered.



From outside, he could hear the rest of the wrestling team coming out of the
showers. Naruto, in particular, sounded loud and boisterous as he ran to his
locker, bare-ass.



The bearded coach looked up at Kiba from the paperwork he was doing, and
coughed. He shuffled his papers around, and then fiddled with something under
his desk. "Alright, Inuzuka, I warned you once about this, but it looks like
last time the message didn't make it from your butt up to your brain, so we're
gonna try again. You know the drill," Asuma said gruffly, "Towel off. Assume the
position."



Kiba swallowed. "Yeah, yeah . . . " he said. He hung his towel over the back of
a chair, and bent over, naked, to get into the classic jock discipline stance.
He spread his legs, grabbed his ankles, and stuck his ass out. This set his
toned, slightly damp butt in a perfect paddling position. Kiba swallowed as he
watched the coach walk slowly behind him, that paddle clasped in his big bearish
grip. His ass was about to be set ablaze.



But instead of immediately bringing the paddle down across Kiba's vulnerable
rear, Asuma opened the door to his office.



"I better not hear any horseplay out there, Uzumaki," Asuma's voice boomed out,
"Not unless you want to get in here yourself, and make this a double-session."
He smacked the paddle against his palm threateningly.



"Er! No, Coach! Sorry, Coach!" Kiba heard Naruto pipe up.



"That's right," Asuma said. He walked back inside the office, and laid the
paddle across Kiba's butt, rubbing it slightly. "Last time you got five licks.
This time you're getting ten. Get ready."



"Uh, Coach . . . er . . . " Kiba clenched his buttocks slightly as the polished
wooden surface of the paddle glided over them. "Could you close the door before
we start . . . ?"



"What's the matter, Inuzuka? Getting bashful?" Asuma asked. "Your ass getting
beat isn't anything the team hasn't seen before."



"Uh, well, yeah, but . . . " Kiba swallowed, and looked between his legs. It
turned out that when the Suna guys had picked out their new lockers earlier that
day, Kankuro had chosen the one directly outside the office door. He sat out
there now on the bench, with a perfect view of the proceedings. The Suna punk
leered at Kiba's naked butt, and gave him a smirk. Behind him, Shino also stood
at his own locker, though he was already fully dressed. They had the equivalent
of ring-side seats for the show.



"Sorry, Kiba. Should've thought of that before you started ripping guys'
singlets," Asuma admonished. He lifted the paddle off Kiba's ass, and then set
it swung it fast forward. Kiba tried to steel himself to take it, but let out a
yelp anyway when the paddle slammed into him. A rectangular-shaped area of pink
formed right at the base of his ass.



From outside, he heard Naruto snicker. Asshole.



Then the paddle was rocketing forward again, and Kiba had more important things
to worry about. "Yow!" he cried when the paddle slammed into his cheeks. It fell
across the same area as the first whack, darkening the color there to red. He
felt like there were already blisters forming. Coach knew how to swing a mean
paddle.



Kiba steeled himself to take the rest stoically. He didn't want to give Kankuro
outside the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He managed to keep it together
for the next two whacks, as the paddle expanding the radius of spanked
butt-flesh. Coach was going slow and steady, allowing enough time for the burn
to sink in to maximum, before swinging the next hard swat. As the fifth whack
blasted into his ass, Kiba let out a deep groan. Asuma wasn't pulling any
punches. It fucking burned.



This time, he heard Kankuro chuckling outside. Asshole.



Asuma patted his top-wrestler's red, glowing ass. "We're half-way through,
buddy," he told him. "You gonna deface anymore school property after this?"



"Ouch . . . No, Coach!" Kiba hollered.



"Alright. The last five are gonna be hard and fast. You ready?"



Kiba took a couple deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and spread his legs better.
Outside the office, Kankuro and Shino both took a glance at the back of his
nuts. "Bring it on . . . " he muttered.



The big coach nodded, and did just that. He swept the paddle forward, slamming
it into the round muscle-butt over and over. The entirety of Kiba's ass was
pounded, and the hot burn increased exponentially with every forceful slam. The
tough jock couldn't help but grunt, yelp, and howl as his ass was relentlessly
paddled raw. "Last one, Inuzuka!" Asuma said. He wound up his arm before
crashing the hardest paddle-strike yet against the yowling target. SMAAACK!



"Ooowww!" Kiba yelled, and quickly hopped to his feet to hold his blistered ass.
He rubbed furiously over the hot, scalded cheeks, gripping and squeezing all
over. His buttocks were even  pulled slightly apart in his frantic need to
rub everywhere at once. Kankuro got a nice, hard look at Kiba's open asshole.



"Damn, Coach . . . " Kiba muttered. He rubbed at his red eyes. He'd managed to
avoid crying during the paddling, but just barely. "That hurt like a
sonuvabitch."



"Good. It's supposed to. No pain, no game," Asuma said. He patted Kiba's
bare-naked ass and grinned. "But you took it like a champ. No sore feelings?"



"None besides the obvious," Kiba said, smiling through his grimace. He shook the
big man's hand, before rubbing at his butt some more. "But nah, I deserved it."



"Yep, and now the slate's clean," Asuma said. He walked around his desk and hung
the paddle up on the wall, where his teams could always see it. He slid a paper
over to Kiba. "Sign 'er there, pal."



"Uh, Coach, is this gonna get sent to my mom?"



"Yep. Sorry, Kiba. School rules."



"But when she finds out I got spanked at school, she's gonna give it to me twice
as bad at home!"



The coach spread his hands. "Like I said before, you should've thought of the
consequences before you broke the rules."



Sighing, Kiba bent over to sign the form. The pain-receptors in his butt
protested as the muscles were forced to stretch and tighten, but Kiba gritted
his teeth. He straightened up again with a sigh. He was still naked in the
coach's office with a raw, burning ass.



"Okay then. You're done here," Asuma said, all business. "Go on and get dressed.
And don't let me catch you pulling any stunts out there again! I've got better
things to do than paddle your tail, Inuzuka." He gave Kiba one last spank,
spurring him out of the room. Even though it was playful, it still hurt like
hell. "And stop getting into fights with the new guy."



"Ow! Right, Coach," Kiba said. He grabbed his towel and winced out the door.



***



Outside, he was immediately grabbed by Naruto. The guy had gotten changed at his
locker while Kiba's paddling had been going on, and now he was dressed in a pair
of board shorts and a tight orange t-shirt. "Alright, Kiba! Let's see the
damage." He grinned. "Coach must've hit way hard if he made even you yell."



"Ugh, yeah, he did . . . " Kiba said. He turned around and dropped his towel
down a notch, showing off just the top portion of his ass.



"Hahah! Damn, man! You could fry some eggs on those cheeks!" Naruto laughed.
"You win the contest today for sure."



A bunch of the other wrestlers gathered around the view and expressed similar
sentiments. Kiba had gotten a good pounding, there was no denying it. Even
Sasuke grudgingly admitted that he'd taken it well. Shikamaru complained about
the loudness of the paddle-whacks, and Chouji's stomach rumbled at the mention
of cooked eggs. Naruto loudly wished that his locker was by the Coach's door,
like Shino's, so that he could've watched too.



"Alright, alright, guys." Kiba chuckled. "If you're all done checking out my
ass, I gotta get home to walk the dog . . . " He began shouldering his way past
the press of bodies. He didn't mind being the center of attention, but being the
only naked guy in the room was sort of weirding him out. As he made to push by
Kankuro however, the guy gripped his upper arm.



"Call that a beating, Inuzuka?" the solidly-built thug said, twisting his lips.
"When I get my shot at you, I ain't stopping at just ten wimpy licks."



Kiba stiffened in Kankuro's grip, and made to twist his bicep away. "Better get
your hand off me, jackass," he said plainly. "Or I'll fucking break it."



"Yeah?" Kankuro smirked and tightened his grip around the muscle. "Like to see
you try." He started, however, when another hand wrapped around his own thick
arm.



"Let him go," said Shino, dark glasses flashing. "Now."



"There a problem here, boys?" Asuma said. He'd stepped out from the office just
in time to see his two most promising wrestlers locked in some sort of
confrontation again. His eyebrows knotted. "I thought we just talked about this,
Kiba."



Everyone suddenly noticed that the coach had brought his paddle with him.



Kiba exchanged looks with the aggressor. What had begun as another confrontation
between two alphas had quickly become a four-way face-off. The crowded jocks
became quiet, waiting to see what would happen. Kiba challenged him with his
eyes. You really want to start something here?



Kankuro scowled, but his grip loosened.



" . . . No, Coach. No problem," Kiba said. He brushed Kankuro's hand off. He
made to walk away again, pushing past the muscular, stocky wrestler.



"Alright . . . good," Asuma said. He held his temple. Molding these two teams
together was going to take a miracle. Especially if the top player from each
kept baiting each other. Typical testosterone battle. He'd hoped letting them
wrestle it out earlier would fix it but, no, they were still going at it. What
would it take to make those two hotheads settle down?



Left standing on his own, Kankuro sneered at the back of Kiba's head and
obtrusively gave him a rude hand gesture. Shino noticed.



"Actually, Coach, there is a problem," Shino said. Every guy turned to look at
him in surprise.



Asuma blinked. "There is, Aburame?"



Shino nodded. "During practice today, our new player, Kankuro--" he pointed at
the solidly-built jock, "--was out of uniform. He was not wearing any
underwear."



"Eh? What!?" Kankuro said.



The coach tilted his head. "That true,
Sabakuno?"



"What? No, it's not fucking true!" Kankuro spat.



"Dude, yeah it is!" piped up Naruto. "We all noticed it!"



"It was pretty obvious. You couldn't help but see it," affirmed Sasuke.



Sai smiled. "It was quite . . . large."



"Alright, alright." Asuma held his head. "I didn't notice before, so you
would've got away with it, Sabakuno. But now that it's been called to my
attention, I gotta punish you. Breaking dress-code is three paddle licks.
Bare-butt."



"This is bullshit!" roared Kankuro. "All these guys are lying. They just want to
fucking frame me."



"First off, watch your mouth, boy." Asuma glowered down at the stubborn
wrestler. "Secondly . . . Inuzuka, you were wrestling the guy all practice,
right? You'd be best able to say whether he was in dress or not. Was Kankuro
here wearing a jock when you wrestled him?"



"Uhh, well . . . " Kiba hesitated, and adjusted his towel. He wasn't sure if he
wanted to rat the guy out or not. Kankuro might be a giant asshole, but he was
still a fellow wrestler.



Kankuro scowled menacingly, and mouthed at him, Don't you fucking
dare, or I'll kick your ass.



Well, that settled it for Kiba. He bared his canines dangerously. "Yeah, it's
true. He was free-balling the whole time."



"Alright then, Sabakuno." Asuma sighed. "That's three licks for not wearing the
jock, and five more for lying about it. That's eight total. Get in my office,
and drop your pants and underwear."



"What!?" Kankuro's eyes bugged out at the number. "Fuck this!" He made to storm
out of the locker-room, but he was blocked by Chouji's wide form.



"That's it, Sabakuno!" Asuma thundered, and grabbed the guy around his thick
neck. He pulled him bodily towards his office. "This is your first time getting
licks from me, so I'll waive the rules this time. But if you try a stunt like
that again, your licks are getting doubled, got that?" He pushed him inside.
"Now get those pants off!"



"Oh, man! This is awesome!" Naruto said. He and most of the other guys had
followed the Coach, and were now gathered just outside the door. "We get to
watch Kankuro get it on his bare ass!"



"Uh . . . No, you don't," Asuma said. He walked over and glowered at the
assembled jocks. "This ain't a free show, boys. If you're dressed, then get out
of here." He swatted the paddle against the round seat of Naruto's jeans. "That
means you especially, Uzumaki!"



"Ouch! Aw, Coach!" Naruto whined. But he dutifully filed out along with the
other guys under threat from further paddling.



Kiba was at his locker on the way to the door, and his towel was dropped so he
could put in his combination. A few of the leaving wrestlers whistled at his red
butt. Kiba just grinned, and raised his hand up to high-five the exiting team.
Most of the guys raised their arms up likewise, but a few (Naruto included),
slapped at his ass instead.



As Shino walked by, Kiba grabbed him by the arm. "You are fucking badass, man!"
Kiba laughed. "Let's hang out tonight. Call me later."



" . . . Alright," Shino said. He successfully avoided looking at Kiba's nudity,
with difficulty.



"Heh! Okay then," Kiba said, and slapped him on the back as he walked out. When
the heavy door shut behind the last jock, Kiba heard Kankuro's first lick thwack
into a decidedly naked ass. It echoed across the empty locker-room. Seemed Asuma
had left his door open again.



The next whack followed about ten seconds later, along with a loud shout of,
"FUCK!"



Kiba smirked. Sounded like Kankuro wasn't as tough as he claimed.



"Anymore language like that, Sabakuno, and I'll be adding onto the count," Asuma
said. He swung again, and once again Kiba heard the sound of wood on skin. This
time, Kankuro groaned out.



Dressing as slowly as he could, Kiba chuckled as he listened to the team's new
addition get thoroughly pounded by the coach's paddle. Sounded like Asuma wasn't
holding back any, even though it was Kankuro's first time getting it. The guy
had even pissed the coach off on his first day.



Another crack of the paddle. "OW! SHIT!"



"I warned you, Kankuro! That'll be three more licks."



"What!? Fuck!"



"Make that six more."



That's . . . this is bullshit! OWW! You can't paddle me like this! Fuck you--! I
don't even go to this school!"



Kiba could practically hear Coach Asuma's teeth gnash. "You may not attend
classes here, Sabakuno, but I AM your wrestling coach, and as such I'll
discipline you however I see fit. Now get back down, and stick that ass out!"



There was what sounded like a scuffle, and then the sound of the paddle
repeatedly impacting. Sounded like Kankuro learning just how discipline was
handled here in Konoha. You piss off the coach, you get your rump roasted. Kiba
laughed to himself, but then hissed as he pulled his jeans up over his own
blistered butt. Walking home was going to be a bitch.



Suddenly Kiba heard the locker door swing open, and the swim team was coming in.



"Hey, there's somebody in here still," said Zabuza, the school's top competitive
free-style swimmer. The big guy was dressed in a tight speedo, which put most of
his body's impressive musculature on display.



"Huh? Oh, hey, Kiba!" Haku said. The effeminate jock was in the same grade as
Kiba, and they had a passing acquaintance. His hair was pulled up into a
swimmer's cap. If it weren't for the distinct lack of boobs, Kiba had always
thought Haku would make a really hot chick.



"Hey, Zabuza. Hey, Haku," Kiba said, as the group of speedo-wearing males walked
in.



"What're you still doing in here, Kiba?" asked their buff coach, Kisame. "I just
saw the rest of the wrestler's heading towards the late bus."



"Just finishing getting changed, Coach," Kiba said. A sudden paddle crack
sounded across the room. "Oh, and listening to some sweet music." He grinned.



Zabuza rolled his eyes. "Another naughty wrestler, huh? Is that your buddy
Uzumaki in there getting it?"



"Nope. It's the new guy from Suna." Kiba pulled a shirt on. "Sabakuno."



Another crack rang out, and the whole swim team heard Kankuro howl.



Haku shook his head sadly. "Most guys are able to last at least a week before
they earn their first spanking. And from the sounds of it, he's got Asuma good
and mad."



Coach Kisame chuckled. "Well, we'll just stay out of Asuma's way, then. It's
always best to break in the new ones without interruption." He turned to a lean,
blue-haired jock. "Hear that, Suigetsu? You're getting your paddling once Coach
Asuma's finished giving his."



"Uhh, hey, Coach, if it's too much of a wait for you, we can always just forget
about spanking me at all . . . " the wiry guy replied.



Kisame grinned sharply and smacked Suigetsu on his tight, speedo-clad ass. "Not
a chance, punk."



"Aww man!"



Kiba laughed, and then got ready to head out. He finished getting dressed, and
grabbed his bag. Before he left, he snuck a peek into the coach's office. He
grinned at what he saw.



Whatever Kankuro had said to the coach, it'd caused Asuma to actually throw him
over his desk, and was now wailing on his rude, muscular ass as fast as he
could. Kankuro's juicy, squirming buttocks were a deep, mottled red, and the
Coach wasn't giving any indications that he'd stop anytime soon. The jock began
kicking his thick legs out at the punishing blows. Were those tear stains on his
face?



Kiba whistled as he made his way out the door. He'd have to tell Naruto that,
actually, Kankuro had totally won the contest.