The 12 Lessons Of Yuffie Part 1 & 2 By Chnchn

The 12 lessons of Yuffie Part 1 & 2

Part 1: Curiosity killed the cat! The world was saved, the life stream was maintained and the world was once again in some peace. Ofcourse the occasional little war occured between disagreeing towns, but all in all the world was a much nicer place to live in. The heros and heroines that defeated Sephiroth decided to move on but keep in touch. With Aeris dead, Tifa found her chance with Cloud who -did- save her in the direst of situations. Barret returned to his family, RedXIII thought about starting his own and Caith Sith joined a circus because he fit in so well. The dark and mysterious Vincent felt invigorated with life again and decided to travel the world, sampling all the different cultures had to offer. He was not alone though for a blackhaired ninja kept him company with her antics and unwavering loyalty. They were an odd couple, Vincent with his dark, calm and some would say cold temperment while Yuffie was spunky, cheerful and very very mischievous. This day they found themselves amidst a festival in the heart of a very large town, one they did not visit during their adventures. "HEY! Vincent! Win me that materia!" she called out as she jumped up and down infront of a carnival game. Vincent eyed the spunky ninja with mild amusement, then set his eyes on the game as he approached it. "A ninja that can't throw a beanbag at a stack of bottles?" he asked curiously. Yuffie shrugged and folded her arms with a sly look in her eyes. "If you can't handle tossing little bean back a couple of meters... then guess I need to..." she trailed off while pretending to look around for another partner. Vincent snatched the balls from ontop of the counter and tossed the game attendant some gil. "Watch and learn 'ninja'," he remarked while flicking his red cape off his throwing arm. Little did they know they were being watched and a trap was set. In the darkness of an alleyway overlooking the bright lights and colours of the carnival, a brown robed figure hid in waiting for the plan to proceed. A grin hit the figure's lips as it watched the plan unfold. Yuffie watched Vincent excitedly as he attempted the game for the 5th time. It was rigged he was sure of it, his aim was perfect! Yet somehow he never managed to knock down all the bottles to win that purple materia as a grand prize. Yuffie stepped back and felt a crunch beneath her feet and she looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw a small materia wedged inbetween two pave stones. She quickly knelt down and picked the pebble up and looked ahead on the floor which to her surprise had more materia dotted around. Her fixation on materia caused her to quickly forget Vincent's current plight and she crawled forward picking up each materia in turn. "Some poor sod dropped all their materia!" she grinned to herself as her pouch quickly swelled with materia. Heading into the alleyway she found the trail continue at which point she grew suspicious and stopped dead in her tracks. "Hah! The great ninja Yuffie won't fall for something as simple as th.. OMGH!" she shot up in exclamation only to bang her head against a heavy wooden object and she fell to the floor, face first. The robed figure, club in hand looked at the girl oddly and then the club which he hand't -actually- started to swing yet. With a shrug he lifted the little girl over his shoulder and skulked away, hidden by the alleyways and the sounds of the festivities. "Finally. I win, see that Yuffie?....Yuffie?" Vincent grinned as his beanbag smacked right into the bottles knocking every last one down. He looked around briefly for the missing girl then rolled his eyes. "Attention span of a five yearold..." he shrugged and pocketed the materia, he would make sure he would give it to her later at the inn they were staying at. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Yuffie woke up with a groan only to find herself slumped back against a hard wood chair in the center of a well decorated mansion room. Paintings and vases decorated the place and thick elaborate curtains were draped over the windows, the light shinning through dimmed. "Ugh... who.. what?" Yuffie rubbed her head and looked around, to see herself surrounded by 12 men each dressed in rich noble style garb. "Thou art finally awake little one. Mine compatriots and I must surely apologise for the method with which we hast brought thee here." Yuffie quirked a brow at the men and their odd tongue. "You need the services of the great Ninja Yuffie?" she grinned questioningly. The figure that spoke, a handsome long blond haired man and quite possibly the leader shook his head. "Nay little one, that is nay the reason thou hast been brought here. Thou art here to be punished for your cruel treatment of mine friends." Yuffie's jaw dropped in response. "W-what? I don't even -know- you people!" she tried to stand but her bump brought diziness and she ploped back on her seat. "That makes the matter worse little one. Ye nay remembering us demeans all we hast done and that is nay acceptable. 12 of us, and thus 12 punishments." The leader nodded to a thin but well built long brown haired man and the others left but him. Quickly the room emptied leaving a worried Yuffie and the brown haired man. From behind his back he brought out an object that caused Yuffie to pale and patted it against his palm. Yuffie eyed the cherrywood hairbrush and mumbled, fidgiting in her seat, "Oh shi....!"

Part 2: A brush with destiny Yuffie couldn't help but stare gobsmacked at the scene before her. A total stranger was right infront of her holding a wooden hairbrush, patting it on his palm, looking at her as if she were a naughty child. "Eh... what?! You're kidding right? Vincent? Cloud? Hahaha joke's on me.. you can come out now!" she chuckled nervously, looking around the room for the joke that wasn't there. "Tifa? Red?" she asked again before eyeing the man. "This is no joke little one, thou art here because of thine actions that hast demeaned the existance of mine compatriots," the brown haired man remarked, the brush still patting against his palm. "I don't even -know- you! How can I demean you when I don't even -know- you?!" she tried to stand but something kept her down. She didn't know what it was, but it was somewhat familiar. A strong presence, something of great power, and it was standing before her. "W-what do you want with me? D-did I steal Materia from you?" she asked nervously though her eyes were darting around the room searching for an escape route. "Twelve of us and twelve torments thou shalt endure as repentance," the man replied approaching the seated ninja. "Escape is nay possible and thou shalt not escape until penance hast been done." The man reached down took Yuffie's right arm in his hand and pulled her firmly off the seat, then sat down himself without releasing the ninja. "Hey!" she cried, panic suddenly showing in her hazel grey eyes, "What are you doing?" "A child deserves to be spanked whenst they are naughty. Thou hast been naughty girl and I shall be the first to cleanse thee." "But I'm no... Eeep!" Yuffie squeals as the strong arm pulls her suddenly over the mans lap. Her small, firm khaki clad bottom raised prominently in the air. She wiggles and resists, trying to break free but a left arm wraps around her waist pinning her in place.She wiggles and squirms when suddenly it hits her and her eyes shoot wide in shock. The air fills with a loud 'SMACK!' and she lets out a surprised yelp as the brush lands squarely on her left buttock. "Ow! hey stop, what do OW!" she yelps out once again as the brush rises and falls but this time on her right buttock. She can't help but kick in response to the sting but the brush never stop. Left, right, left, right, the brush rises and falls every couple of seconds bringing a hot sting to the little ninja's bottom. Ten stinging swats grace her petit behind before the man releases the girl who wastes no time in hopping up and down, hands rubbing the hot seat of her shorts. Her face is flushed red in embarrassment, the colour quickly vanishes when she hears the man's next words. "Pull thy shorts down and return over mine lap." he simply requested again with that firm tone Yuffie found quite authorative. She quickly shook her head and took a step back, her hands covering her rear protectively. "My shorts? But you're a man! I'm a.." she was suddenly cut off by a quick statement. "Girl, thine gifts are nay different to any others I hast seen. Now -remove- them and return over mine lap. Now." he ordered and Yuffie reluctantly and hesitantly agreed. Her shakey hands reached forward and gripped the waistband of her khakis, letting them slip down her slender firm thighs down to her feet. With a heavy sigh she stepped out of them and was quickly pulled over the lap once more. The wooden brush patted her white panties and a little wimper escaped Yuffie's lips. Suddenly Yuffie stiffened as the first of many hot painful swats rained down on her pert behind. SMACK WHAP SMACK SMACK WHAP the brush fell second after second, left and right, right and left, setting Yuffie's rear on fire. At first she took them bravely like the brave girl she is, but after the twentieth swat she realised the man was still going and she started to panic. Her feet drummed on the floor and she kicked as the smacks reached thirty. "Owwwwww stop... p-please stop, I'm sorry I'm sorry!" she cried and pleaded as tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her burning rear was glowing a bright red under her panties and she was having a hard time staying still. She felt fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and sharply tug them down to her knees. "NO! PERVERT!" she squealed in a mixture of embarassment and pain, her bright red bottom revealed to the cool air. Then it began again. First she felt the air as the brush rushed down then she felt the terrible stinging pain as it struck home. She squealed, bucked and cried with each swat on the bare. She was kicking wildly and bawled like a child, her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and her bottom was in a worse state. After a total of 60 swats her bright red bottom had splotches of blue and spots of white; bruises and blisters from the searing spanking. Kicking and crying, she suddenly went limp and just bawled her eyes out. She didn't fight, she didn't resist, she just laid there and took the hard spanking which abruptly stopped. Not that she realised it though, for a whole minute after she was pleading for the man to stop who then eventually spoke. "Tis done girl. Stand and kneel facing yonder wall with thy hands behind thine head. Stay there until thou art told otherwise." the man said firmly. He watched the crying ninja girl slip off his lap with a look of pain and utter shock on her face. She shakily shuffled to the wall and knelt down infront of it with her hands behind her head and bruised bottom bare for the world to see. The man stood up and brushed his short hair with the same brush that only seconds ago was causing agony. He stepped out of the room, passing by the crying girl and locked the door behind him. He walked down to the corridor where some of his compatriots were sitting, drinking mead and eating boar. "The deed tis done. Mine hand is thus stayed for mine discipline hast been meted," he sighed as he sat down at the table. Then another brown haired man with a short beard spoke. "Fine. Mine shall be dealt after this boar is no longer on hither table," his gruff voice reverberated in the hall. The men finished their meals after some time, their food unlike anything that the people of this land ate. Boar with an apple in it's mouth, piles of roast potatoes swimming in rich gravy, and scores of greens upon greens. The gruff man stood up with a full bowl and wooden spoon in hand and headed towards the room where the soft sobbing of Yuffie could still be heard. The door opened with a squeak and Yuffie's gaze shot straight at the door. Her scared eyes relaxed seeing the large man carry a bowl of wonderful smelling food. "Dress thine self girl and eat. The food is good and will put meat on thy skinny bones." His voice was strong and gruff, yet caring and gentle at the same time. As the man left the room and locked the door behind him, Yuffie glanced back at the food and heard her stomach growl. She winced as she stood up and wiped her eyes with a sniff. She raised her panties and winced once more as the tight fabric rubbed against her brusied flesh. She managed to slip the panties on but decided she could do without her shorts right now. She leant down and picked up the bowl and spoon and took a bite. A small smile graced her lips as she, and rightly so, ate her fill while standing. "Just who -are- those people? They... they're familiar... but where?" Yuffie thought to herself inbetween mouthfuls of greens. "Damn it Vincent! Why aren't you here yet?!" And Vincent sneezed while he walked around the carnival, still looking for the Ninja who he suspected was on a Materia hunt. He rubbed his nose with his gold claw. With an irritated sigh her approached a passerby. "You, have you seen a girl, about so high, dressed in shorts and a green top? She trips on occasion." The man shook his head with an appologetic look. "Eh, sorry, haven't seen anyone like that except this morning." With a frown Vincent walked off and asked the same question to a number of people, none of which had seen the ninja. "Yuffie.." he though, "I hope you didn't get yourself in a proper mess this time..." Absentmindedly, his hand reached into his trouser pocket and fondled the materia he had won for yuffie earlier that day. "Where -are- you?"