Some old school discipline before focusing back on the twins.

Right, a smirk in your face as you plan for the future, you let Yang take the initiative. Interestingly enough, she’s not bursting into flames at the mess you made out of her hair. Maybe she retains enough common sense to remember tequila is flammable? She’s still snarling as she charges, jumping at you with a fist cocked.

You resist the urge to snort. No wonder Adam makes short work of her during the fall of Beacon. Coming from above might have some intimidating factor and add **** to her strikes, but dodging mid-air is a bitch. She’s lucky you picked a passive style or she wouldn’t even reach the floor.

Wah! Okay, maybe from a first row seat, her charge looks more than just a bit intimidating. Still, with a little judicious use of positioning and a couple of soft taps as she comes down…

*CRASH*

It’s not difficult to have her landing face first, the **** behind her charge making the hard, unforgiving ground all the more painful. And humiliating.

Of course Yang’s not one to take that sitting, and immediately rises back. When she cocks both her weapons you arch a brow, realizing she’s about to open fire. Inside, you can’t help but panic a little. It’s not that the bullet will be dangerous to you, of course, but maybe you completely forgot about that and have no idea how to deal with it.

For a lack of better ideas -Aiki-jūjutsu definitively isn’t designed to deal with guns- you close in as fast as humanly possible, invading her personal space with a smirk and a wink. The way her eyes open wide in shock is pure poetry.

She recovers quickly. With a frustrated growl she tries to punch you away, but her stance is all awkward with you being that close, and it’s easy to bat it away. What follows are some intense ten minutes where Yang tries her best to pound your head into a crater and you dance around everything she throws your way, sometimes just tapping her fists away, sometimes bodily throwing her around the place.

It’s… thrilling. With your self-imposed limits, you need to pay close attention to her body language to keep up. Pure adrenaline flows through your veins and suddenly you understand all the fighting freaks out there. This is addictive. You could’ve ended the fight in a minute, putting the girl into a submission lock the first time she overextended, but this is too fun to end that quick.

When she finally snaps and activates her semblance -burning out the spillage on her hair in a matter of an instant, that’s what I call a hot chick- you proceed to yawn and turn her furious charge into a four-point joint lock that leaves her in a very compromising position and completely unable of doing shit about it.

Muscle strength is amusingly useless in situations like this. To be honest, the fire she’s still burning with might be a problem, but you can play it off as your aura doing its job. Not like you’ve taken a single hit so far, so nobody should find it strange.

Case is, Yang struggles, sputters and threatens, all to no avail. Soon after, her semblance runs her course and she’s left exhausted and trying to catch her breath. That’s when you can get to the interesting part.

“You have been a naughty girl, Miss Xiao Long.” If she’s shocked I know her name, she doesn’t show it. Then again, she doesn’t seem to have it in her to resist when you drag her to the nearest seat.

“Oh, yeah?” She finally manages between gasps for air “And what are you gonna do?” She’s obviously not too worried, that kind of pisses you off. “Spank me?”

A shit eating grin on your lips, you sit and bend her on your knees. “Funny you would mention that…”

“Eh! What’s the big idea?” Suddenly finding her second wind, Yang tries to struggle out of your grip. “No touching the booty, mister!”

Ignoring her attempts to get free, you flip over her back that weird skirt-thing she wears hanging from her belt, exposing her form-hugging shorts. Her bum is bountiful, in a healthy way. Generous, but not too big, taut yet soft, and the way you can feel it tensing and relaxing at the rhythm of Yang’s frantic attempts is simply irresistible.

So you don’t, slapping it with enough **** for it to echo through the room.

Yang lets out a yowl of humiliated outrage, and her whole body tenses. You slap it again.

When she screams again, you bring your palm down for the third time, and so and so, her attempts at getting free growing more frantic with each hit. Bending the strong girl on your knees and having her at the mercy of your slaps is a turn on like you couldn’t imagine. After a while, Yang seems to have somewhat resigned to endure the humiliation and limits her reactions to a slight grunt and tensing her body with each blow.

“You come here as if you own the place.” Judging her sufficiently chastised to listen, you begin your lecture, reinforcing every sentence with a new slap. “Ruin the party.” Slap “Cause thousands of dollars in damage” Slap. “And send two dozen people straight to the hospital” Slap. “Are you even feeling sorry about it?” Slap “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

When Yang notices no more slaps are coming her way, and that an answer is actually expected, she… kind of loses it. Her hair ignites again, if just for a second, and she struggles as wildly as she was doing at the beginning.

Since it doesn’t really accomplish anything, she opts for turning her head to glare at you and spit a “I’m going to kill you!” with as much venom as she can muster.

“Huh, seems like the lesson didn’t sink.” You turn towards the twins. For a while now, you’ve been peripherally aware they were watching with growing amusement. So you throw a wink their way before returning your attention to the blonde “I guess it needs to be… reinforced.”

With a rough pull you drop her shorts to her knees. She freezes, if the spanking was outside her depth, this has her grasping for an appropriate reaction. You somehow resist the urge to comment on her cute white panties, you’re having a lot of fun keeping the act of disciplining her and that wouldn’t really fit in your role.

In any case, you resume the spanking before she can properly process the situation. The feeling of hitting her bare ass is completely different. Not only to the touch, but it also sounds differently. Now there’s no pesky clothes in the way, each hit also leaves a pink hand-shaped mark. Most importantly, it now jiggles cutely with every slap, free of the constraints of fashion.

A muffled moan surprises you while you were reflecting on this. It certainly wasn’t the twins, who are too far away and, while you are not sure where he ended up, you sure hope Junior doesn’t sound like that.

So you check Yang’s emotions. Anger, mortification, arousal. The first two are a given, but that last one has you thrown for a loop. She gets off being spanked? Checking her panties, you find an incriminating wet spot. Yup, she does, you’ll have to remember that.

For later though, your plans don’t really meld that well with altering her near future.

Your next slap is met with a grunt and not even reading her emotions can you tell if she’s holding back a cry of pain or an erotic moan. Probably she doesn’t know herself. She tries squirm away again, but now that only the thin cloth of her panties protects her crotch, she has a hard time ignoring where your knee digs everytime she tries to move.

After a while though, you decide enough is enough. The fight and the spanking have been cathartic, and the surprise at the end, very welcome. So your bad mood has evaporated completely.

“Did you learn your lesson, young lady?”

She turns to look at me again, face flushed, sweaty hair sticking to her forehead and tear tracks running down her cheeks, through her exhaustion and conflicting emotions she still manage to display confusion. Was there a lesson to be learnt? You make a show of huffing in exasperation.

“Just because you are stronger doesn’t mean it’s alright to push others around. That’s what a bully does” She nods dazedly, and you feel a teensy bit guilty about resorting to what basically amounts to brainwashing. Just a tiny little bit, though.

“Will you be a good girl?” She nods again. “Now, Miss Xiao Long, good girls talk properly. Will you be a good girl?”

She bites her lower lip, conflicted, confused. Somehow, saying it out loud will make the situation real. You arch a brow. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“Sir.” There’s no need to keep pushing her but, frankly, you can’t resist.

“I’ll be a good girl, Sir.” Yup, you broke her alright. Something tells you she’ll bounce right back once she has time to pull herself together, but she’ll always remember what just happened.

“Perfect. I hope the lesson sank in. Now put your pants back and get on your way. ”

Once you stop holding her in place, Yang doesn’t waste a second in getting dressed and leaving. She walks a bit funny. That reminds you she’s going to meet her sister right outside. That’s going to be all kinds of awkward.

“Well…” You finally turn towards the twins, who have walked closer while you were sending Yang away. “That was fun.”

Is Melanie who answers, after a moment of hesitation. “Uh… don’t get me wrong stud, I’m not into being spanked. But watching you go at the blonde bitch was kind of hot.”

“So you like to watch? I’ll keep that in mind” She huffs at the tease, but doesn’t look all that annoyed “For now, how about we find somewhere a bit less demolished and try to have some fun? I doubt Junior would have much need for enforcers or eye-candy tonight.”

“We really shouldn’t, I’m sure Junior will find something for us to do.” For all her dismissive attitude, she sure takes her job seriously. It’s kinda cute, actually. I throw an amused glance at her sister, and she seems to know what I’m thinking because she erupts in giggles. Melanie doesn’t seem to appreciate it. “Oh, you know what? Junior! We’re taking the night off! Give us a call when you have this place running again!”

As you leave the club, a beautiful twin in each arm, you could’ve sworn you heard a groan coming from somewhere. Seems like Junior isn’t in any shape to protest.