Say Uncle

"Who would've thought. The great Jiraiya-sama likes getting his ass spanked," Asuma said, chuckling, before drawing his big hand back to deliver another whack.

Jiraiya grunted as it landed across the sphere of his left buttock. His entire backside was beaten a mottled red by now, and his appreciation was obvious in the hardness pressing into Asuma's thigh. He smirked up at his burly spanker. "The great Jiraiya-sama likes a great many things."

"Oh?" Asuma asked with interest. He took a long drag off his cigarrette, before kneading the Sannin's bare ass, rubbing the two red mounds. Then he gave them another hard slap, making them wobble. "What else does he like?"

A new barrage of spanks began, and Jiraiya flexed his ass painfully under the blows. "Ah! Well, one of the things I like is knowing . . ." and here Jiraya's smirk grew into a wide leer, ". . . that I can turn the tables whenever I want to."

"Hmm? What do y--?" but before Asuma could react there was a smoky eruption. He felt an elbow pressed into his side, a knee slam into his chest, something push against his back, and before the cloud cleared he realized their positions had become reversed. Asuma was laying over Jiraiya's naked lap, with his ass propped perilously over the man's knee. He was so surprised that his cigarrette actually fell out of his mouth. "I--You didn't--"

"Hahah! You thought I'd only go one way?" Jiraiya asked, and Asuma felt the older man pulling his jounin slacks down, baring his beefy bottom. The Sannin gave an appreciative whistle.

"Shit . . ." Asuma said, and then he gritted his teeth in pain as Jiraiya laid into his backside. Fast, powerful spanks slammed into him, and all Asuma could do was flex his brawny buttocks under the blows. He could still feel Jiraiya's randy erection, prodding him and smearing his side with precum.

Jiraiya chuckled, already feeling heat forming in the two big masculine cheeks. "Your old man used to give me this exact same punishment, you know. Back when I was his pupil."

Asuma groaned as a particularly hard spank burned it's way into the muscle. "Same here. Except I was his--oah!--son."

Jiraiya laughed at that. "Hah! Yes, that's true. Knowing him, the old Sandaime would've blistered your backside quite a few times while you were growing up, hmm?" He grinned at the man across his knee. "So," he said, and squeezed a hairy buttock. "Do you want me to stop?"

Red-faced at the grip the older man had on him, Asuma grimaced and said, "Well, it hurts like hell . . ."

Jiraiya smirked, then suddenly renewed the punishment. He rained spanks down on the man's ass. "Then say 'Uncle'," he said lewdly.

"Aahh, ohhh!" Asuma moaned in pain. "Alright, Uncle!"

Jiraiya let his hand fall, letting it rest again on the jounin's beaten rump. "Good," he said, and leered. "That means we can move on to more interesting diversions."

Asuma knew what was coming before he felt the intrusion--one of Jiraiya's stubby fingers, working it's way inside his asshole. He moaned again as the Sannin began roughly fingering him, stretching his entrance apart.

Looked like he was going to get fucked by the great toad hermit yet again.