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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The yelping filtering out into the corridor is difficult to ignore, along with the sharp thwap that consistently precedes it. In between the two there can be heard the muffled whining of a young female voice and the curt orders of a mature one. Curious then, Tenzin's stride carries him forward to the door of the Avatar's bedroom, which slides quietly open to reveal the source of all the noise.
A teenage girl is bent forward at the waist over the edge of the bed, dark blue, baggy pants dragged down around her knees. The hem of her top, a much lighter shade of blue, has been pulled up towards the small of her back, exposing the ample, round curves of the girl's bottom along with the back of firm, young thighs. It is not so much this alone that gives Tenzin pause as he stands at the threshold of the room, but rather the fact that his wife is standing over Korra, a hand pressed against her back with the other rising high into air. He takes note of the fact that the fingers of this hand are curled tightly around the handle of a short wooden spoon - which without warning slices down through the air and cracks sharply against a plump brown buttock.
"Owwwww!"
The volume of Korra's cry makes him wince and Tenzin quickly turns to shut the door behind him. Its clattering shut draws Pema's attention, catching her arm midway through preparing to deliver another stinging swat to the Avatar's backside. She looks up and favours him with a loving smile.
"Tenzin, dear, I didn't realise -"
"Tenzin help me your wife is crazy!"
Korra whips her head around at the sound of his name, blue eyes filled both with desperate hope and fear in the same instant as they find him. They glisten brightly with tears as she shouts over Pema, moisture tracking down her cheeks and onto her lips. Pema, of course, does not take lightly to the interruption, her expression shifting immediately to that of a stern disciplinarian.
"Be quiet, girl," the woman says shortly, punctuating her words with the flat of the wooden spoon against Korra's steaming red buns. She howls in pain and squirms wildly on top of the bed, but Pema has both her wrists locked in the grip of a single hand and pinned to her back.
"What is going on here?" Tenzin enquires politely, folding his hands into each other.
"I sought to punish Korra for her rude and disrespectful behaviour as of late, and for the stress she has caused you especially," Pema replies, speaking as though the girl is not whining tearfully in her grasp. Her voice hitches in fear when Pema settles her implement of said punishment against a hotly glowing cheek. "However," the woman continues, "it appears that rather than being chastised, she instead enjoys being spanked. Isn't that so?" Pema asks and begins lightly tapping all over the girl's rump with the wooden spoon.
"No," Korra moans, the side of her face pressed into the bed, but her breathless voice and the unconscious wiggle of her hips tell a different story.
"Liar," Pema declares, and the spoon strikes tender flesh. "I should expect no less from a Southern girl; they raise you like whores."
"I'm not a wh - ow! Ow! Owww!"
Tenzin watches in fascination as Korra's plump globes ripple with each alternating swat his wife delivers. Her dark skin has taken on a fierce blush, a red tint that seems to bloom outwards across the full swathe of her tush. The girl's howling voice is choked with tears by the time Pema's hand finally comes to rest, Korra moaning incoherently into the bed sheets. The woman sets the spoon against the inside of her left cheek and with applied pressure pulls it away from its neighbour, revealing to her husband a glimpse of an unshaven, teenage mound.
"Proof if there was ever any doubt," Pema comments, nudging the curve of the spoon forwards. "It is a good thing we caught onto this now, dear," she directs at her husband, "before she managed to influence the children with her indecency."
Tenzin merely continues to watch, closely as the wooden utensil pushes against and then splits around itself Korra's labia, slick, glistening lips folding around the spoon as his wife presses its edge between them into the girl's intimate cleft. She shudders at the contact, toes curling as a quiet noise escapes her throat. That sound makes Pema look up, a dark look in her eyes. "You're disgusting," the woman says harshly, retrieving the spoon from between Korra's legs and bringing it up to the girl's face. Her wet eyes cross in order to focus on it. The rounded edge of the utensil is damp with her juices.
"Lick it clean," Pema says.
Korra looks up and meekly shakes her head.
"Now," Pema demands, "or I will spank you twice as hard for just as long. And I'm sure I'll find you even wetter between the legs, won't I?"
The girl turns her gaze back to the spoon and for a moment hesitates, but - Tenzin notices - it is not disgust that gives Korra pause. When the pink tip of her tongue pokes out between her lips, quivering as it slowly extends forward to taste her own essence and draw it back into her mouth, he sees her eyelashes flutter in a sense of familiarity. Having been quietly stiff for the past five minutes courtesy of the spectacle his wife has been putting on, this, seeing the young Water Tribe girl furtively enjoy the flavour of her own sex, is the final straw.
"What is it, dear?" Pema asks as he steps forward.
"I agree that Korra's actions have been a great and trying test of my patience and goodwill," the man says, reaching down to the front of his robes. "I believe I know just how she can redeem herself."
His wife's eyes dip as Tenzin unties his sash and parts open his robes, exposing a large member that bobs up into the air once he pulls down his undergarments. Almost glowing with virility, and thickly veined underneath the pale skin of Tenzin's manhood, the engorged spongy crown of his shaft rises in salute to the enticing sight of a teenage girl bent over at the waist with her ass and strong thighs on full display. Said girl stares with wide eyes right at Tenzin's crotch, and the look of utter disbelief in those bright, beautiful orbs lends a visible pulse of vigour to his already rigid cock. Pema, as entranced by the man's thick, impressive length as on the night of their marriage, is for several seconds silent as she unconsciously licks her lips. Then she nods and looks up at him.
"How do you want her?" the woman breathes, wrapped up in awe of her husband.
Tenzin considers the young Avatar for a long moment. His calm grey eyes slowly wander up the length of her body, the allure of her submissive posture all the more arousing now that the man's intentions are laid bare, to finally settle on her tear-streaked, incredulous face and full, parted lips.
"I will take her mouth," he decides.
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