Aang's Further Discipline

In the Southern Air Temple, there is a room. Rarely used even by the Temple's two inhabitants, it nevertheless serves an important purpose for both of them; for one, a reminder of what she agreed to, and for the other, a way of keeping the first in line. It sees usage only once every few weeks on average, and then typically only for a few seconds. Once every several months, however, it will see usage for quite some time.

As Aang was forcibly pulled into the room by her boyfriend/"daddy" Katara, it was turning out to be one of those days.

Katara: Young lady, that was strike number ten! You know what that means. Katara releases Aang in front of a rock board set into the wall with several lines on it, before crossing his arms with a frown on his face.

Aang: Daddy, come on! I was just kidding! Please, I don't want to! Aang turns to Katara, her face pleading for mercy for her. Katara is unmoved.

Katara: I don't care. You know the rules, and you broke one earlier. And you're breaking one right now, too. And which rule is it? Katara glares.

Aang draws into herself under Katara's glare, before letting her gaze fall to the ground and mumbling.

Aang: Daddy is always right...

Katara: Correct. Now, little girl, write down what you did on that board so we can get this over with.

Turning around, Aang retrieved a piece of chalk that Katara was holding out for her absently, before walking up to the board.

Katara: Say what you did!

Face red with shame, Aang quietly mumbles. 

Katara: I didn't hear you!

Aang: ...I dared daddy to punish me. Aang writes this onto the board as she says it.

Katara: Good baby. Now, we're not finished.

Head still tilted down, Aang walks over to another area on the floor, before raising her hands upwards into a pair of stocks. Calmly, Katara walks over as well, holding two more sets of locks, before raising a hand and shutting Aang's hands in, then going down on a knee.

Katara: Spread your legs.

Obediently, Aang did so. She was aware by now that if she didn't obey, she'd just either get an extended spanking, or another sentence on the board for her next one. Katara calmly placed both of Aang's legs in the locks that he had brought along, spreading them across from each other, and making it almost impossible for Aang to resist him without bending - which was made very difficult by her position, Avatar or not.

Standing directly behind his baby, Katara placed his hand outwards, reaching out with his waterbending and summoning a sphere of water to float by him. With a few well-practiced gestures, he shaped the sphere into a paddle before hardening it into ice.

Katara: Now! Let's get started.

Gritting her teeth to stop herself from wailing, Aang feels a few tears dribble down her cheeks as the first blow of her spanking comes down.