Disney - Philoctetes/Hercules
"Give me a break, Phil. It was an accident! And anyway, the city will recover in no time."
"Yeah, no thanks to you, kid. Now drop the toga. You got this coming."
Hercules rolled his eyes. Without responding further, he drew the toga up over his head and then tossed it to the side. That revealed the entirety of his body, fully naked, and with strapping muscles built up from endless hours of training at Phil's own hands. He eyed the lightning-insignia'd paddle the satyr was already tapping impatiently against his palm.
Geez, let the Wild Mares of Diomedes rampage through Thrace one time...
"Come on, Phil," he tried again, "I'm way too old for this kind of punishment. It was one thing while I was a hero-in-training, but I'm a full fledged hero now!"
"Nothin' doing, kid. And you're getting a good couple hundred extra for trying ta talk your way outta this. Now bend over and stick it out."
The demi-god sighed. With a huff, he got down on his hands and knees and arched out his back like he'd done so many times before. He felt the smooth, well-polished wood of the paddle rub up against his bottom almost immediately.
"No such thing as too old in the hero business, kid. This is how real heroes get made. One good whack at a time!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay..."
"Hey, is that attitude I'm still hearin'? What do all the greats have in common, kid? Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, even Achilles?"
Hercules rolled his eyes. "You trained them all. And they all got paddled by you, every step of the way."
"Damn right. None of those shmucks woulda made anything of themselves without ol' lightning bolt here to keep 'em motivated and on the straight an' narrow." Phil spat into both palms and rubbed them together. Then the short satyr lined his paddle up with the juicy, muscular bare ass of his favorite hero trainee. "And you're no different. Now count 'em out. You've got at least 200 licks coming..."