To be honest, a part of Tiger Claw is impressed.
The cub had killed four guards and made it two levels up before they'd found him, then taken down another three and wounded Xever. Impressive enough on its own, never mind that he was half-starved, still recovering from an injured leg, and undoubtedly hampered by leftover soreness from admittedly indecent use.
But the chunin's role is to uphold discipline, no matter the situation. And the cub--bound, bloodied, lying Tiger Claw's bedroom floor we're the guards tossed him after roughing him up, thrashing like a worm and spitting curses through his gag--is sorely in need of it.
"Why do you keep fighting, Leonardo?" he asks, half to himself, as he scoops the cub up. "This is where you belong. It will only hurt more the longer you refuse to accept it." The cub thrashes in his arms, too hurt and weak to fight very hard, but still growling like a kitten trying to puff itself up to look bigger.
Tiger Claw can't keep from smiling fondly, which only makes the cub glare and hiss more obscenities. "Careful," he warns, settling them both onto the bed. "You are in trouble enough as it is. You do not want to irritate me any further, little one."
He arranges the cub across his lap, face down, and is rewarded when anger momentarily subsides into confusion. "Tell me," Tiger Claw says, casually running his thumb along the curve of the cub's bottom. "Have you ever been spanked?"
The panicked surprise on the cub's face confirms his suspicions. "Pity," Tiger Claw muses. "If your father had done his duty and established discipline when you were younger, he might have saved you and your brothers a world of discomfort."
The cub yowls--he always gets so very upset when his little family is mentioned--and Tiger Claw gives him the opportunity to give him a loud, hard smack. Leonardo cuts off with a yelp, trying and failing to twist away as his face turns a lovely red. Tiger Claw adores that blush, he really does.
He hits the cub again a few more times, watching him try and fail to shove his face into the blankets, to hide his shame. He has perhaps suffered more visceral indignities at Tiger Claw's hand, but a punishment like this has a particular sting of humiliation of it, a reminder that he is no longer considered worthy of the higher, crueler tortures. It's why Tiger Claw was reserving it for a special occasion.
He pauses, adjusting the cub's weight on his lap before yanking out the gag.
"You cocksucking son of a whore--"
Well. It looks like Leonardo has been picking up some nasty words from the guards. Tiger Claw entertains fantasies of soap bars, but sadly puts them aside for later, out of convenience.
"Enough," he growls. "I am going to give you fifty spanks, Leonardo, and you are going to thank me for each one."
"Fuck you--"
"Sixty, now. And if you insist on being rude I will discipline you before the entire clan and let them share you in the aftermath." He doesn't want to--the thought of having to watch his cub being shared among those idiots is very unpleasant--but judging by his terrified eyes the cub doesn't know that.. "What do you say?"
He waits, gently caressing and fondling the cub's bottom so that Leonardo squirms as he tries to think. Tiger Claw can see the gears turning in his head, the fear of this humiliation being thrown back in his face by all of his captors instead of just one.
And he sees the attempt to justify his submission with the fact that a gang rape would cripple him for weeks, leave him unable to try another escape or useless in the unlikely event of a rescue. Because Leonardo still thinks there is a way out of here. He still thinks he can somehow win.
"Yes," he grits out.
"Yes...?"
"Yes, sir." The cub's face warps with pain when he says it. Tiger Claw will demand even more from him.
"I am not a 'sir,' cub. I am trying to teach you a lesson, which means I am your teacher. What do you call your teacher?"
Leonardo flinches with comprehension, resolve shattering. He twists away and stares firmly at the ground, taking deep, steadying breaths. "Go to hell," he whispers.
"Seventy," Tiger Claw says. "Do you want me to use a whip? Do you think the marks will fade before those idiot brothers of yours come to save you? Do you want to go the rest of your life with them knowing exactly what you are, what I turned you into? Do you want to give up any hope of facing them without shame again?"
The cub lets out a soft whimper at that, and Tiger Claw is sorry to hurt him so. But the lesson must be taught.
"Yes, S....Sensei." The words, when they come, sound like they have been ripped out with iron tongs. They'll have to work on that. This is enough, for now.
"Thank you, cub," Tiger Claw says, patting him on the bottom. The next time his hand comes down it's with a sharp, brutal smack.
"One. Thank y-you, Sensei."
Smack.
"Two. Thank you, Se-Sensei."
Tiger Claw's hand is large enough to spank both buttocks at once, but he tries to shift around as he works, keep the cub on his proverbial toes. He'll space out a few heavy spanks or leave his cub gasping after a barrage of lighter ones. Then he'll slip back to a steady metronome, just enough for the cub to almost relax, before switching up the pattern again.
His little cub tries so hard to remain stoic, but he writhes or quivers with every blow, always kept a touch off balance. At first that's entertaining enough, but eventually Tiger Claw wants more. He wouldn't be a good sensei if he didn't try to give as thorough a lesson as possible, after all.
Eventually he starts to oh-so-carefully rub his knee up against his cub's little slit. He times the blows with each precise bounce of his knee, and he can tell from Leonardo's little gasps and shivers, not to mention the return of that darling blush, that it's having an effect.
The slit slowly grows harder, and he can see his cub starting to panic at the sensation. "Twenty-eight. Tha-thank you, Sensei," he squeaks out, shooting Tiger Claw a desperate look. "Please..."
"Good cubs take their punishment without complaint," Tiger Claw says calmly, landing another vicious blow. His cub's slit is definitely bulging now, trying so, so hard not to drop down. Poor little thing.
"You like this, don't you?" he teases. "Like being put in your place. Like someone to show you how a good cub behaves." Leonardo can't even glare at him anymore.
Sometimes Tiger Claw will simply pause for a few minutes, pinching and stroking and raking at his cub's tender scales, a calculated mix of comfort and cruelty. Or he'll simply sit and look, admiring how pretty his cub's reddened behind is, as pretty as his shame-filled face. He'll have to find more excuses to punish Leonardo, now.
"Are you eager?" he asks gently, when the cub starts to squirm. "That is perfectly all right." Then he lands three blows in quick succession, leaving his cub too busy stuttering gratitude to protest.
Later on the cub starts to appear dazed, his voice distant and echoing, which just won't do. Tiger Claw holds his cheeks apart and delivers a brutal slap to his hole, smiling grimly as the cub jolts back awake with an unholy shriek.
"What do we say, Leonardo?" he asks as the sobbing dies down.
"Fif-fify two! Thank you, Sensei!"
He's practically incoherent by the time they reach the sixties, bruised and tearstained and so, so lovely. Who could not be hard at such a sight?
Tiger Claw delicately rubs his erections up along Leonardo's plastron; it's the last thing the boy needs to drop. Tiger Claw shifts the cub so that his cock is dangling helplessly between his legs instead, forcing him to remain unattended until his punishment is done.
"Just a few more," he teases, and then he puts a nice long wait between each blow, preferring to watch his cub quiver with anticipation At one point he brings his hand down fast only to stop it right before impact, pleased with the way the cub stiffens. When he does hit, he lands on the hole again, just as a reminder.
But all things must come to an end. "Seventy," the cub whimpers. "T-thank you, Sensei." And he sounds like he really means it.
"There, now," Tiger Claw purrs, lifting the cub and settling him upright on his knee. Leonardo winces as his weight shifts back onto his tender backside and looks away quickly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He reaches out, brushing Leonardo's cock--flagging slightly, but still unmistakably aroused "You do like being a good cub." Leonardo looks away, face twisted with humiliation.
"You took your punishment very well," Tiger Claw murmurs, gently lifting Leonardo's cock and pressing it against his own. "You deserve a reward." His fingers rub up and down their lengths, quick and practiced.
Leonardo squeezes his eyes shut, but he can't hold back a churr when Tiger Claw makes him cum, the pleasure tearing through his battered body. The sight draws Tiger Claw over the edge not long after and oh, it is good. He is so happy to have his cub.
He pulls Leonardo closer, smoothing a soft hand over his head. "You did very well today," he whispers. "Very well indeed. I am proud of you."
The cub looks at him for a few seconds and starts to sob. Big, heaving, sobs, and Tiger Claw lets him cry, cuddling him to his chest as he leans to turn off the light with his free hand. He settles back into the bed, tucking the cub in beside him.
"I will never let you go," he promises, stroking the cub's head. "Not ever." The cub is crying too hard to hear him.
Tiger Claw stays awake, taking deep breaths of Leonardo's sweet-smelling tears and spunk, until his cub has cried himself to sleep.