Masters of the Universe - He-Man/Skeletor
"It's time to teach you a lesson, Skeletor, that you'll never forget."
Skeletor grunted as he was thrown over He-Man's hardened, muscular thighs, his backside in the air. His eyes widened as he felt the hero undo his loincloth with practiced precision before casting it aside. That left his blue-skinned bottom decidedly bare as He-Man raised his calloused palm over it.
"Wh-what are you—" he said, right before the first swat fell.
SMACK!
"AAOOOOOWWWWW!!" he shrieked as he got his first ever spanking. His backside was pelted with blows from the mighty hero, all as he kicked and twisted. He’d never been punished for anything in his life, but He-Man spanked him with a ready assuredness, the same as he did everything else. Each spank burned with blasted righteousness. Skeletor couldn't stand it.
"Stop! You cannot do this to me!" he protested, squirming for all he was worth. "Stop! Stop! STOOOOOOP!"
But He-Man ignored him as he would an obstinate child. "Sorry Skeletor, but if anyone deserves this, you do," he said in that cursedly wholesome, reverberating voice of his. He continued to discipline him with crisp, solid blows until every inch of Skeletor's muscular blue bottom was a blazing red, and the villain howled for mercy.
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Beast Man and Trap Jaw found him perhaps an hour later, sniffling and still nude below the waist.
"Boss, boss! We came as soon as we could! We—uhhhh..." Their jaws dropped as they caught sight of their master's butt. The cheeks were as red as ripe tomatoes.
Skeletor sneered at them both, hands on his hips. "Hmph, about time you two showed up. Now get to rubbing! IMMEDIATELY!!"
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For days after, Skeletor couldn't get the spanking out of his mind. The feel of He-Man's hard, unrelenting palm landing on his bare skin. The burning of the discipline. The way he'd bucked and yowled and thrashed, all as He-Man had lectured him—lectured him!—like a naughty boy.
It consumed him. It'd been humiliating. It'd been... exciting.
He glanced around his throne room. Trap Jaw and Beast Man were there, still avoiding eye contact with him. They’d been doing that ever since returning to Snake Mountain. Instead they busied themselves plotting out their next insidious scheme.
Not that any plan they came up with would have a hope of succeeding. Skeletor kept them around for a reason, and it wasn't their brains. It was because they were large, brutish men who did what he told them. He briefly considered ordering them to spank him, to see if that would sate his newly kindled desires. But no, they would bungle that job like they did everything else. He needed a real man to do it. He needed a... He-Man.
Sighing, he trained his finger on them instead. Trap Jaw was bent over their drawing board, plotting out routes and battle lines. Leisurely, Skeletor shot out a laser, zapping his minion right in the middle of his presented backside.
"YEARGH!" Trap Jaw howled in surprise, jumping up and clutching his muscled rear.
"Huh? What happened?" Beast Man asked, "Why'd ya—YEOOWWW!" His own laser caught him directly in the center of his meaty rump. It was aimed so well Skeletor suspected he'd seared his minion’s butthole.
Now that he had their attention, he stood. "Enough with these foolish games! I need a real scheme to conquer Eternia! Come up with one by midnight, or that'll be just the START of the butt-roasting I give you two!"
"Y-yes Skeletor!"
"W-we will!"
They stumbled over each other as they fled his presence. It was almost amusing, watching them fan at the little smoke trails coming from their butts. Skeletor settled back on his throne with a malevolent chuckle.
That should put the fear of god back in them. Every so often Skeletor gave them a reminder he was the real power they served, the future ruler of the planet. They rightfully worshiped him. Even if, deep down inside, what he really longed for was...
Skeletor hissed and squirmed on his throne, then plotted out how he might goad He-Man to give him another spanking.