A/N: Hey, this has not been beta-read as my beta-reader has RSI, so yeah, she can't go on any computer...but I thought you'd like it sometime this year so I thought I'd post it! Sorry for any mistakes/typos/unintended character sex changes etc.

WARNING: Title of the chapter says it all, BDSM, SPANKING, DOMINATRIX THEMES, ADULT THEMES! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR/SCREAMISH PERSON etc.

I don't own bleach, and don't forget, don't read if you can't handle very adult themes, read at your own discretion!

Chapter Four

Nanao Steps Up To Bat

Jūshirō dried his hair in his towel before placing it back on the heated rack to dry. He slipped into bed, tired from a difficult day. He stretched out in his big bed, stretching his tired muscles and yawning in tiredness. He reached over to turn the lamp of, that was placed on the bedside table before turning on his side and thinking about the last few days.

He had enjoyed his date with Rukia, she had been fun to talk to, once she had calmed down, and she did know how to have a laugh. He suddenly frowned to himself however; he would have to have words with Retsu, especially if she decided to reveal any of his other embarrassing academy stories and all the information on his previous one-night stands. He had enjoyed Rukia's company, but he wasn't sure if he would continue to date her if she asked. Sure she had nice qualities, and he was definitely attracted to her, but the whole boss-employee relationship could go wrong, especially if they broke up, he couldn't afford to lose her as a member of the team if it all went wrong. He shook his head, it wasn't worth it.

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Nanao reached down to zip up her thigh-high leather boots before slipping a couple of silver coloured items into her boot. She stood up to brush her hair into a high ponytail before tying it up in a black ribbon. She picked up her shoulder bag, which she had managed to squeeze all of the items that she needed into. With one least check of herself in the mirror, she grabbed her long trench coat and draped it over her shoulders before leaving her room in the barracks and locking it.

As she turned to walk down the stairs she stopped and rolled her eyes as she heard a familiar voice.

"Nanao-chan…" Shunsui called, sweet talking her in his drunken haze, "Where are you going…"

"Out," she replied, turning her head towards him and shooting in a deadly gaze.

"You're dressed awfully well for an outing," he replied, walking towards her slowly and lifting up his hat.

"It's none of your business," she replied, still shooting him a deathly look whilst she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"I think it is," he continued, stopping in front of her and opening up her trench coat to reveal her leather playsuit that hugged her ass tightly and pushed her breasts up into an almost hypnotizing cleavage, "Mmmm baby…you know I like that…"

"And it's not for you," she shot back, grabbing her coat back and tying it up with the strap to hide herself again.

"But I'm your boyfriend," he whined, trying to take the coat off of her and enjoyed her in that playsuit himself, "And you never dress up for me!"

"Another time," she deadpanned, thwarting his attempts by whipping her fan out of her bag and slapping his hands with it, causing him to cry fake tears and turn away from her in mock fear.

"What time will be you back?" he asked, his voice serious now as he turned to her.

"I'm not sure, maybe around midnight or later," she replied, keeping her face as serious as possible, as giving the situation, what she was about to do would be very comical for her.

"Will you be wearing that outfit when you come to bed?" he asked hopefully, grinning as he watched her straighten her coat.

"If you're lucky," she replied before leaning in to kiss him quickly on the lips and leaving for the night, and leaving a very wanting Shunsui behind.

Nanao continued out of the squad barracks, keeping her coat wrapped around her tightly as she headed towards her destination. She saw few people on the way, but when two young men stopped to gawk at her smooth legs and hot boots, she stopped, shooting them a death glare.

"Keep walking," she deadpanned, causing them to scarper in opposite directions.

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Jūshirō stirred in his sleep, his dream changed quickly, the once sunny sky, which he drank tea under, was now overcast with dark clouds.

"Captain Ukitake!" came a voice from somewhere in the distance. He stood up now, looking around as he tried to find the source of the voice, "Captain Ukitake!" The voice repeated.

"Yes?" He replied, speaking out to it, "Who are you?"

"Wave up, Jūshirō," it coaxed, laughing a little.

"That's Captain Ukitake to you!" He reprimanded, sighing as he wandered around the park he was in.

"Wake up, Jūshirō-kun," it coaxed again.

"Wake up?" He asked before being plunged into consciousness as he slowly woke on his bed. "What the…" He said groggily as he tried to move. His eyes shot open as he realized that his arms and legs were restrained, tied to the corners of his bed. In a desperate panic he tried to muster a Kido, but the restrains blocked his reiatsu, making any attempt to break free futile.

"Stop thrashing around," the voice scolded, "You're not getting outta here."

"What have you done to me?" he asked, his voice croaky form just having woken up, "Who are you? This is trespassing!"

"Shush Jūshirō-kun," came the voice, which Jūshirō recognized to be a young woman's, "Just relax…you wouldn't want to put any pressure on your lungs now, would you?"

Jūshirō lay back down on his stomach, he was now breathing heavily from shock and his struggle to break free. He relaxed a little, trying to think logically, however, he took the time to realize he was actually naked, rather than being clothed in the robe he had been wearing when he had gone to bed.

"What did you do with my clothes?" he shouted, beginning to thrash around again.

"So many questions," she tutted, "Fine, I'll answer you before you end up hurting yourself." Jūshirō calmed himself once again, hoping to get answers soon, "I broke into your room, took your clothes off and tied you to the bed."

"Why?" he asked, now concerned about his nakedness and how much he was indeed, on display. His hands itched to fly to his privates to shield himself from full view, but his bound hands made than very difficult indeed.

"Why?" the woman repeated with a small feminine laugh, "Because I wanted to."

"I don't understand," Jūshirō yelled, shaking his head as he clamped his legs together to try and hide himself from her view.

"This isn't about whether you understand or not," she argued, giving him the lightest tough of her fingertips on his exposed backside, making him tense and shiver a little, "This is about getting what I want."

"What do you want?" he asked, sighing in frustration, "And who are you?"

"You know who I am," the woman replied tartly, finally moving around to the top end of the bed so Jūshirō could see her fully.

"Nanao?" Jūshirō cried out in surprise, looking the young woman up and down. Despite Jūshirō's surprise, frustration and confusion, he couldn't help but be turned on by how hot she looked in a skintight PVC playsuit. He shook his head, ashamed at being turned on by his best friend's girlfriend, and Nanao of all people, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Like I said," she reminded him, "Getting what I want."

"And what would that be?" he asked, still as shocked as he was when he first saw who she was, "I don't understand, what are you doing Miss Ise? Shunsui would not appreciate you doing this and I don't want you cheating on him!"

"This isn't cheating, he already knows I'm here and I think we're past calling me Miss Ise, especially from the looks of you," she pointed out curtly, moving behind him now and sizing him up.

"He already knows?" Jūshirō repeated questioningly.

"No," she revealed, "But he will do later, now don't question my authority!"

With that she bent down to take an item out of her bag, whilst Jūshirō attempted to break free, pulling and tugging at his restraints, much to his chagrin when he could not break free.

"I told you there's no getting out," she warned him again, so I suggest you just enjoy it.

"Enjoy it? Enjoy what?" he asked, frowning as he tried to look behind him to where she was standing. His heart had never pounded harder as he saw her with a cheeky grin on her face as she held an instrument of her wicked ways in her hands. With the first strike of Nanao's spank paddle against Jūshirō's ass, the penny dropped for him.

"You're raping me?" he screeched, trying to break free more than ever.

"No, of course not," she said truthfully, admiring her handy work on his backside which was sporting a nice red mark, a contrast to his marble white skin, "I'm just helping you relieve some pressure."

Jūshirō could barely think of a response before he felt the painful strike of Nanao's toy against his skin. He automatically tensed with every strike, only enhancing the stinging pain but he could not deny that he had never been so hard in his life, much to his embarrassment.

"Please stop," he begged, trying to block out the pleasure pain sensations that Nanao was giving him.

"Nope," she responded with a grin on her face, giving his red backside another hard smack with her paddle, "I know you're enjoying it, so just give in."

"Stop!" he begged again with a cry, "I'm not enjoying it, it's painful and wrong."

"I know you are," she argued, sliding her hand between his legs and sliding her finger down his hard length. He jumped a little in shock before holding back a small moan, making her smile at his submission.

"N-no," he argued, finding it harder and harder to hold back.

"Yes," she coaxed, gripping her bat once more and giving him a large smack once more.

"N-no," he repeated more firmly, however her hand had slipped between his legs once more as she took him into her hand, "Y-yes…"

"I knew you'd see it my way eventually," she said with a contented sigh, her fingers rubbing him up and down.

"B-but why," he managed to ask between grunts and moans, hating himself for giving in to carnal desires.

"I'll tell you when you're done," she said, bargaining with him as she gave another light stroke on his red backside.

"But…" he still tried to argue, only to be cut off by Nanao.

"Stop trying to resist, it's getting annoying now," she scolded, her voice harsh now as she grew tired of his backchat, "You like this don't you?"

She gave him a hard spank before pumping him roughly with her free hand for a few seconds, to which he shuddered and moaned in reply.

"That's not good enough Jyu-kun," Nanao teased, "I want to you to reply to me properly. I said, you like this, don't you?"

"Y-yes…" Jūshirō cried out, defeated.

"Yes, what?" Nanao asked, going all out, it's not like he'd remember it anyway and the more of a performance she gave, the more likely she would be to win.

"Yes…m-master?" he asked, guessing what she might like, anything for her to stop and leave him as soon as possible.

"That's better," she replied, "You see, it's much easier for both of us if you just submit to me."

"Yes, master," he agreed.

At this point, Jūshirō had gone past caring, he was going to hell for doing this anyway, so he may as well enjoy it. Not having had any form of sexual or even physical contact for a while, other than that kiss from Rukia, he was getting into it far too much than he would have liked to admit but as he was headed for hell, he didn't care.

"You like it when I spank you like this, don't you?" she asked again, giving him a few hard smacks now.

"Yes, master," he agreed, gripping the bed sheets in pleasure.

"Good," Nanao said with a smile, "Now that you're submitting to me, how about I reward you?"

"Yes please, master," Jūshirō begged. She hadn't even spanked him that many times and he already wanted to come. One the one had, he hoped that if he came she would leave, but on the other hand, he wanted to prolong his orgasm for as long as he could, he hadn't come in so long, and he at least wanted it to last a little longer.

Nanao spanked him again, giving a particularly loud slapping sound before replacing her hand back on his hardness and pumping him again. She worked him for barely half a minute and she could already see him getting close.

"M-master," he started to warn, his voice trembling, "I'm going to…"

"Come?" she filled in with a grin, smacking him once more for good measure, "Then imagine how good it would be if I were to use my mouth instead of my hand, and suck you off?"

Much to Jūshirō's chagrin and disgust with himself, he imagined Nanao's hot mouth working him, licking and sucking intently as he remained at her mercy. He couldn't help but fantasize about feeling her breasts as she did so, playing with her nipples before running his fingers down to sensitive spot and rubbing and pinching.

With this image strongly burned into his mind, he thrust himself into her gloved hand a few times before surrendering completely and coming harder than he had felt in decades, even centuries, his heat ripping from him with such force that he feared he would pass out.

After a few last shudders, he fell limp against the restraints, barely conscious. Nanao pulled her hand away from him, which was now covered in his sticky fluid before walking to the sink in the kitchenette in his room and pulling the glove off. She ran it under the tap for a few minutes, letting the liquid wash away, before placing it on the side to dry. As she walked back into the bedroom, she saw Jūshirō's pained yet satisfied look as he lifted his tired head to see her.

"Why?" he asked, hoping to get an answer before he passed out.

"Not telling," she said with a small smile, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek before lifting the memory chikan to his face and pressing the button. The room flashed for a second, causing Jūshirō to fall as far as the restraints would let him, completely unconscious now. Nanao smiled at how cute he looked as she untied each restraint strap, letting his limbs flop to the bed. She put the restraints into her bag, along with her paddle and gloves that were somewhat dry, before pulling the blanket over the captain. Despite his earlier perversion, she still greatly respected the man and saw him as a mentor; after all, she only just stopped short of raping him and only after she had reduced him to trembling mass did he give in to his instincts. She just hoped that the memory chikan had done its job lest she run into awkward situations when she next saw him. She walked back to the cabinet towards the back of the room before winking at the camera and turning it off. She put her coat on before slinging her bag over her shoulder and flash stepping back to the squad eight barracks.

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"Shunsui!" Nanao yelled as she slammed shut the door of their apartment in the barracks, the noise loud enough to wake the dead.

"Nanao?" Shunsui asked from the living room area, his voice considerably calmer than hers.

"Shunsui! If you don't get off your lazy ass and come and fuck me right this second, there'll be hell to pay! And Kami help you if I don't come at least once!" She yelled as she undid her coat and let it drop to the floor in the hallway before entering the bedroom, an already hard Shunsui trailing behind her.

Nanao had initially pushed Shunsui on the bed, pushing him into submission, but unlike Jūshirō, Shunsui knew how to handle Nanao, and had her underneath him within seconds, much to her frustration. After much thrashing and many failed attempts at trying to gain the upper hand, Shunsui quite literally gave Nanao the 'fucking of her life', and naturally, she came more than once.

"So what were you doing exactly?" Shunsui asked as they cuddled in bed, "You were gone for a while."

"Running errands," she replied curtly before closing her eyes in an effort to sleep.

"Running errands eh?" he asked with a grin, "Then why'd you run errands in such a raunchy outfit? And why did you take things like body restraints, and a spank paddle and a camera?"

Nanao cracked an eye open, seeing that he was grinning at her before he turned to the camera, opening the viewer in an attempt to load the previous data.

"Ok, I'll tell you, I guess you can know," she said with a sigh, "But promise you won't tell anyone, especially not captain Ukitake."

"O…k…" Shunsui said slowly, frowning at her, "What does Jūshirō have to do with it?"

"Well, last month Yoruichi won tickets to an all expenses paid spa weekend in the living world, and she doesn't know who to give the spare ticket to," Nanao explained, "So we made a bet and whoever wins, gets the ticket, and the runner up gets the money pot, where we all chipped in."

"Right, I understand," Shunsui, said with a nod, "So the bet was…"

"Who can get the furthest with captain Ukitake…"

Shunsui immediately burst out into laughter; the thought of all of the women in the Women's club trying to get with him was hilarious. For one, Jūshirō stopped dating a long time ago, and secondly, they were all way too young for him, there's no way he'd willingly go with any of them.

"So…this is…?" he asked between giggles.

"The evidence…" Nanao said seriously, frowning at Shunsui's reaction.

"Can I see it?" he asked, trying to find the 'on' button to the device.

"If you really want to…" Nanao said hesitantly, she didn't really want him to see what she was doing behind his back.

Nanao held her breath as he managed to turn it on and watched Nanao forcefully spank his best friend. Shunsui's expressions changed from shock, to confusion to amuse within seconds, much to Nanao's confusion. Shunsui fast-forwarded bits as he got the picture, stopping at the end so that he could see Nanao clearing up and erasing Jūshirō's memory. After the video stopped, Shunsui turned the device off and put it on the bedside table before turning to Nanao and smiling.

"Normally, I'd be a little angry or disappointed, or at least betrayed that you did that with another man," Shunsui warned, "But since you only did it for a bet, it's only Jūshirō, and that you slept with me and not him, I'll let this one slide. Also, you were damn sexy in that video."

Nanao smiled, she was relieved that he saw the funny side of it, rather than the fact that she practically cheated on him, even though she doesn't feel anything other than admiration for captain Ukitake.

"In fact," Shunsui said as he thought, "You were so sexy, it's made me want to have some fun with you all over again."

She giggled as he moved on top her once more and trapped the both of them under the covers.

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"Not bad!" Rangiku squealed as they watched the video the following Sunday, "His ass is quite nice for saying he's an old guy!"

"I agree!" Retsu said with a nod.

"My eyes!" Both Kiyone and Momo yelled as they covered up their eyes with their hands.

Normally, Rukia would also be cowering in embarrassment and shame, but she had seen more than just a backside recently. At first, Byakuya's actions had scared her, but the more she spent time with him and understood him, the sex had become more natural, and most importantly, she no longer had the problems she used to have with him and she actually understood why had acted in such a way. Watching Nanao's video didn't bother her like it did Kiyone and Momo, in fact she even took note of Nanao's techniques in case she need them.

"I'm out!" Kiyone said quickly, realizing that she would never be able to do what Nanao did.

Momo still held hope though, as did Isane, Orihime, Rangiku, Yoruichi and Soi Fon, all of whom, had to beat Nanao's attempt.

PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be a cutesy Momo and Isane before I move on to the more crude Rangiku and Yoruichi chapters ;) The upcoming chapters will be far worse in terms of rude/crude/sexual actions than this one, so prepare for some hard-core smut! 3