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Ensuring Discipline	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5481 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ensuring Discipline
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16 Final
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Ensuring Discipline

part 1
            Practice had been underway for almost ten minutes when Donatello rushed into the dojo. Leonardo turned away from the two brothers who were going through their katas to glare at the one who hadn’t arrived on time.
            Don didn’t wait for Leo to speak. “I’m sorry, Leo. I had to wait for the distilled water to boil down on the test I’m running and it took longer than I thought it would.”
            “If there was a chance the test would interfere with the beginning of practice, you should not have started it,” Leo said icily. “This is your priority.”
            “I’m really, really sorry,” Don said contritely, bowing to Leo and running over to where Raph and Mikey still practiced. “I’ll do better about watching the time.”
            Leo didn’t say anything else, but his narrowed eyes were fixed on Donatello for the rest of practice. Every mistake that Don made was painstakingly pointed out to him and by the time the session had ended, the genius was both mentally and physically exhausted.
            When the bright banded turtles left the dojo, Leo pulled Don aside and made him run through his forms for an additional quarter of an hour.
            “Stop,” Leo called. As Don eased back to attention, Leo walked up to stand in front of him.
            “Sensei is going to be gone for an indefinite length of time,” Leo said, his face an emotionless mask. “Before he left, he made it clear to all of us that I was the Master of this clan in his absence. You remember that, don’t you?”
            “Of course I do,” Don said.
            “He also said it was my responsibility to ensure that our routines were not to be interfered with or changed unless there was an emergency. Do you also remember those words?” Leo asked.
            “Yes, Leo, I know what he said, but this was just ten . . . .” Don began.
            “No,” Leo interrupted, lifting a hand. “Today was ten minutes. Yesterday was five. Two mornings ago you were seven minutes late. Raphael hasn’t been late one time since Master Splinter left and even Michelangelo was late just once.”
            “You made him scrub the floors throughout the dojo on his hands and knees for the rest of the day,” Don said. “I think staying up too late watching old horror movies is a poor excuse for sleeping through half of practice too. The reasons for my being tardy are tied directly into the welfare and safety of our family.”
            “How many times were you late for practice when Master Splinter was in charge?” Leo asked as he folded his arms across his plastron.
            Don had to stop and think about the question. None of them, with the exception of Leonardo, made it to practice on time every time, but being late was certainly not habitual.
            “A few times I guess,” Don admitted, “but not very often.”
            “Were you penalized?” Leo asked.
            “Only if I didn’t have a legitimate excuse,” Don told him. “Sometimes I had to make up time as with you today, other times he treated me to a lecture on the subject of promptness.”
            “Being prompt isn’t just a sign of respect, Donatello,” Leo said. “It is a practice that is necessary when one works inside of a team structure. If being tardy here becomes a habit, that habit could carry over into the field.”
            “I’ve never been late for a mission,” Don protested.
            “Bad habits form easily,” Leo continued as though Don hadn’t spoken. “In the ten days since Master Splinter left on his journey, you have been late for practice six of them. That percentage is certainly higher than it has ever been; which makes me wonder if you don’t respect my leadership.”
            Don’s eyes widened. “Of course I do,” he said. “I’ve always followed you without question and done everything that’s been asked of me.”
            Leo took a deep breath, raking his eyes over Don’s body before lifting them back up to meet his brother’s dark orbs. Don thought he saw a swirl of some new type of emotion behind Leo’s amber gaze, but it settled quickly. However, the brief glimpse was slightly unsettling.
            “Very well,” Leo said. “Today I’ll let you off with this verbal warning. Don’t be late for another practice session or the punishment I’ll mete out will address your lack of deference.”
            Donatello wasn’t late again for the next four mornings. At practice, he worked hard so that Leo would know he was taking his brother’s leadership to heart.
            On the fifth morning, Don’s alarm clock failed to awaken him. The sounds of his brother’s workout pushed his eyelids open and he twisted his head around to see that he was already fifteen minutes late.
            Scrambling out of bed, he tugged on his gear as quickly as possible and bolted out of his room. A quick glance at the clock had shown him that the alarm was in the ‘off’ position, so either he hadn’t set it, or he’d turned it off without conscious thought.
            His arrival in the dojo was met by a frown from his oldest brother and glances of dismay from the other two. Swiftly taking his place, he chose to forego the explanations until after practice was finished.
            When Raph and Mikey were dismissed, they left the dojo with alacrity, both throwing looks of consternation in Don’s direction. Don could not imagine why his getting into trouble would cause those two such concern; normally they didn’t think twice about one of their brothers being called out for bad behavior.
            The look on Leo’s face pulled Don’s mind back to his present predicament. Whatever punishment Leo meant to give him would have to be obeyed; it was Don’s duty to his leader and Master.
            In a low voice, Don said, “I know that being late is inexcusable, but my alarm didn’t wake me. It was turned off for some reason.”
            “Turning it on is your responsibility,” Leo said. “Doing whatever is necessary to arrive on time is your responsibility. After our last discussion, I thought those things were clear to you.”
            “They were; they are,” Don told him. “I’ve put aside some of my experiments in order to be on time, I don’t start anything late at night, and I’m working hard when I’m here.”
            “And still you arrive late,” Leo said in what sounded almost like a satisfied tone of voice. “In order to maintain discipline I have to punish you just as I do the others. I can’t show preferential treatment no matter the excuse.”
            Slightly exasperated, Don said, “Fine. Do whatever you have to.”
            A thin smile etched Leo’s lips. “Come upstairs.”
            Confused, Don followed Leo up to the second floor of their home. As he climbed the stairs, he looked back and saw Mikey and Raph watching them from the kitchen doorway. Both wore blank expressions.
            Leo entered his bedroom and waited for Don to cross the threshold. Once his younger brother was inside, Leo closed the door carefully, engaging the lock as he did so.
            Don stood just inside the room and watched as Leo passed him, going over to the bed and taking a seat on the end of it.
            “Set your bo staff aside,” Leo said.
            Doing as directed, Don leaned his staff against a wall and turned back to Leo. His brother was watching him through hooded eyes and Don felt a growing sense of apprehension.
            “On your knees, Donatello,” Leo ordered, his voice more guttural than normal.
            Completely perplexed, Don went down to his knees on the stone floor, noting that Leo’s eyes followed his movements avidly. Don wanted to ask what Leo was doing, but something in Leo’s expression made the younger turtle swallow his curiosity.
            “Come closer,” Leo told him. Don’s brow furrowed and he started to stand, but Leo said, “Stay on your knees.”
            Once more firmly on the ground, Don scooted forward, walking on his knees. As he neared Leo, his brother opened his legs wide, his posture straight and his hands on the mattress next to his hips.
            “That’s right, Donny,” Leo said, “all the way up to the bed.”
            Don stopped when his plastron touched the edge of the mattress. He looked up at Leo expectantly, sure that his brother was now going to lecture him about tardiness and the need for punctuality while making Don remain in this uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassing position.
            “You were late and therefore my schedule for the day has been thrown off,” Leo began. “I’m sticky from dried sweat; my own and that from the three of you as we sparred. Normally I would have had the opportunity to shower, but since I didn’t get that chance, you are going to take care of cleaning me off.”
            Puzzled, Don glanced around, looking for a bucket and washcloth. When he saw nothing, he looked back up into Leo’s eyes, instantly disconcerted by the strange glow emanating from his brother’s amber gaze.
            “You’re going to clean me with your tongue,” Leo said, eyes flashing.
            “Wh . . . what?” Don stuttered, unsure if he’d heard his brother correctly.
            “You’ve sworn an oath to this family and clan, Donatello,” Leo said. “You must obey my orders unquestioningly. Open your mouth and lick my scutes. Now!”
            The last word was issued in a loud bark and Don jumped. Quivering slightly, Don’s lips parted and his tongue flicked over them before he leaned forward. Don’s eyes darted up to Leo’s and then quickly came down, his brother’s avid stare frightening him.
            Don tentatively touched Leo’s upper plastron with his tongue, the hard material rough against Don’s sensitive flesh. He gave the scute a short lick, tasting sweat, dirt, and the residuals left behind by sandalwood smoke.
            “Keep going,” Leo ordered, his tone deeper.
            Inhaling quickly, Don set his tongue against Leo’s plastron and painted a long swipe along it. He thought he heard a sound come from Leo’s chest, but didn’t look up because he could feel his brother’s eyes on him.
            Forcing himself to remain as detached as possible, Don set to work cleansing Leo’s plastron with his tongue. While he licked his brother’s scutes, Don’s mind worked to try and find a reason behind Leo’s unusual behavior.
            When he reached his brother’s stomach, Don stopped and began to lean away, certain his lesson was complete. Before he could go far, Leo reached out and snagged the back of Don’s neck, holding him in place.
            “You aren’t finished,” Leo said, his voice more breathy than usual.
            This time Don did look up into his brother’s eyes. He could feel a slight tremor run through Leo’s fingers where they touched Don’s skin and the younger turtle knew then that his brother was serious.
            Lowering his head, Don looked at Leo’s lower scutes for a long moment. What Leo was ordering him to do was beyond the realm of Don’s understanding and he could feel his mind rebelling.
            “You will not disobey me Hamato Donatello,” Leo hissed, his fingers tightening on Don’s neck. “I am Master here and you will learn to know your place.”
            Adding pressure, Leo pushed Don downwards. After a second of resistance, Don drew a shuddering breath and began to lick.
            Leo’s hand fell away and he leaned back, widening his knees further. Don could now hear a low rumbling sound coming from his brother, but rather than trying to see what Leo was doing, Don concentrated on cleaning Leo’s plastron.
            Working from the sides inwards, Don licked every inch of hard plate on Leo’s lower body, even along the edges where plastron met thigh. The only spot he studiously avoided was the area containing softer cartilage in the lower center of Leo’s plastron.
            To his dismay, Don had watched that area begin to bulge outward as Don’s tongue moved around it. Leo’s breathing had quickened, something Don noticed from the more rapid rise and fall of the scutes under his mouth. Though Don had tried not to excite his brother, he knew the reaction to a warm tongue in that sensitive area was inevitable.
            “I’m all done, Leo,” Don said quickly, once more trying to pull away and escape a situation that was beginning to make his head reel.
            “The lesson isn’t over,” Leo said, his voice harsh. There was another sound beneath the hoarse words; something hungry and determined.
            “I licked your plastron just as you asked,” Don said, talking fast. “I cleaned all of your scutes.”
            “Not all,” Leo said. “You’ve missed a spot.”
            Squirming, Don said, “Leo, I . . . I . . . you can’t mean to make me . . . .”
            “Your tongue, Donatello,” Leo said with cold determination. “Lick me now.”
            Still Don hesitated, until he heard Leo say, “Do you wish for further punishment?”
            “No Leo, I . . . .” Don began.
            “Master,” Leo corrected. “I am your Master. Disobedience won’t be tolerated.”
            Donatello never thought that Leo’s voice could frighten him so badly. Leaning down, Don touched his tongue to the bulge in his brother’s plastron and began to lick the swollen area.
            With each pass of his tongue, Don could feel Leo tremble. The slit began to open and within seconds, Don knew that he was no longer licking plastron, but that his tongue was playing along the side of Leonardo’s penis.
            An audible sound escaped Leo’s chest and Don recognized it as a churr, a sound that usually denoted arousal. Disgusted with himself, Donatello continued to lick his brother’s growing erection until it escaped confinement and slid into the open.
            Don stopped his ministrations once more, frozen in place with his eyes glued to Leonardo’s cock.
            “The lesson isn’t over,” Leo said slowly and distinctly. “Whatever I tell you to do; whatever command I give, you will obey without question or hesitation. I’m not completely clean yet, Donatello. Finish the job.”
            Don’s head started to shake as his mouth opened. He placed his tongue against the underside of Leo’s cock and swiped upwards, licking his way to the tip. Repeating the process, Don made his way all around Leo’s erection, drawing churrs of pleasure from his brother.
            The tip of Leo’s cock had begun to leak precome and the fluid dripped onto Don’s tongue as he worked. The taste was at once salty and bitter, and Don tried to pull his thoughts away from that, hoping that Leo would finally deem the lesson learned and allow Don to escape the situation with some dignity.
            From the way his brother was panting, Don began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Licking and sucking along the sides of the thick shaft, Don tried to bring his brother off without going near the head of Leo’s cock.
            “Do it right, Don,” Leo husked, his voice guttural with lust. “Swallow it. No more stalling.”
            Closing his eyes, Don’s mouth crept higher until he felt the rounded tip beneath his tongue. Flicking it across the slit elicited a gasp from his brother and Don repeated the maneuver, thinking he might get lucky and open the flood gates prematurely.
            He hadn’t taking into account Leo’s iron will. “Go down on it, Donatello. I want to be completely satisfied with your work. Suck me off; do it,” Leo demanded.
            Breathing noisily, Don opened his mouth wide and lowered it over Leo’s cock. Almost immediately, Leo’s hands came up to grip the sides of his younger brother’s head. Whatever Don’s plans were for accomplishing Leo’s orders, they were moot now as Leo began to direct Don’s movements.
            After a few moments Leo began to grow more excited, his hips thrusting to grind his manhood into Don’s mouth and his hands shoving Don’s head further down on his groin. The tip of Leo’s cock bounced against the back of Don’s throat, setting off his gag reflex before his brother allowed him to pull away briefly, then the process was repeated until Don felt his eyes rolling back in his head.
            Gripping Leo’s calves tightly, Don forced himself to relax as much as possible, knowing that tightening his throat would make things worse. Just as the feeling of choking and lack of oxygen began to make him desperate, Don felt Leo’s cock twist in his mouth and his brother came.
            Head held down by Leo’s strong grip, Don was unable to pull away. The flood of warmth in his mouth splashed against the back of his throat and he reflexively swallowed and continued to swallow because his brother wouldn’t release him.
            In a few moments it was over. Leo’s cock began to dwindle inside Don’s mouth and the older brother let go of the younger one’s head.
            Don yanked his head back with a loud gasp and then began to cough, choking on the semen that he’d been forced to swallow.
            “Keep it down,” Leo said, his voice low and caressing. “That’s part of the lesson, Donatello. You’ve received your punishment and must be accepting of it. If you spit up any of my ejaculate I’ll be forced to repeat this lesson from the beginning.”
            Sliding a shaking hand across his lips, Don worked to get his emotions under control. He knew his brother was serious and he did not want to be forced to give Leo another blow job.
            Leo stood up and inhaled deeply. Stepping around to Don’s side, he laid his hand gently on top of Don’s head and began to pet him softly.
            “Your punishment is complete,” Leo said. “Don’t be late for practice again, Donatello. The next time I won’t be quite so lenient.”
            Walking over to the door, Leo unlocked and opened it. Don struggled to gain his feet and stood there swaying for a moment as Leo retrieved his bo staff and handed it to him.
            “You’re dismissed,” Leo said. “I trust we completely understand one another now?”
            “Yes,” Don answered in a near whisper.
            “Yes, what?” Leo stared at him, a slight smile curving his lips.
            “Yes, Master,” Don said, his mouth quivering as he stumbled out of the room.
TBC………………
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