A Catgirl and her Sensei

“Wow,” Mekura muttered under her breath. “Wow.”
She was sitting on her bed, staring bleakly at the wall across from her. She could hear her partner mumbling “bad kitty” repeatedly from the next room, but nothing really made her feel like stopping the younger heroine.
They had been patrolling for nearly four hours. After all that time, only one band of villains had shown itself- another of the never-to-be-sufficiently-cursed Winter Horde. Within minutes of their appearance, Fallen Fury, a.k.a. Miyamoto Mekura, had been defeated. Raura had lasted longer, and had managed to flee the scene. Mekura, however, had been taken to the hospital nearly ten minutes later.
Truth be told, Mekura didn't feel any anger at the young part-human. Had she been able to, she would have told Raura to flee herself, but she hadn't. Raura saw it as having personally run away from her friend when her friend was in trouble, and was nearly incapable of rationalizing that flight. Cats have different concepts of loyalty and honor than people do. Stricter, in may cases. Mekura had tried half-heartedly to convince her friend of that, but Raura had resisted all attempts to 'cheer her up, nyo' and had begun to sulk in the lobby of the hospital.
Fortunately for both the nurses and Mekura herself, Mekura's regenerative powers worked to perfection once more, and she was able to take Raura back to her base in only a few hours time. There Raura had tried, once more, to apologize to Mekura, but had refused to accept Mekura's attempts to say that she had done the right thing.
It was enough to make a young heroine bang her head into a wall in frustration, and had Mekura felt even slightly better, she would probably have done just that.
An idea awoke then. Not very long ago, she had convinced Raura that things were all right by spanking her. It had been an apparently mutually pleasing experience; in fact, Mekura's sex still heated at the memory.
“Raura-chin,” she called, cheerful now that a potential solution was at hand.
“Yes, 'Kura-chan?” The catgirl's voice was hoarse with concern.
“Come here, Raura.” Mekura was careful not to make her voice either approving or disapproving. The one would make Raura defensive and the other apprehensive. Neither would be especially useful at this stage. Though later... Mekura brushed that thought aside with a mental frown. She hadn't realized how kinky her mind wanted to be at the moment.
Raura shuffled in, her ears and tail drooping in embarrassment. Mekura fixed the girl with her most schoolteacher-ish frown. The ears drooped even lower. Mekura remained quiet until Raura began to fidget nervously.
“I think,” Mekura said then, “that we must punish you. You said last time that your owner would punish you for being naughty. How, then, ought I to punish you now?”
“Spanking?” Raura said hopefully.
“No. You enjoyed that altogether too much.” Mekura wanted to laugh at the sudden chagrin of her partner. “No. I think something much more severe is in order.” She stood, gesturing for Raura to lay down on the bed.
Heroines have much occasion for using handcuffs. Frequently, that use is in the course of their daily lives, arresting villains and similar. However, they had another use, as Mekura proceeded to demonstrate. The bed in question was a large four-poster, one of the few things Mekura had spent money on since her arrival. Once upon a time, Mekura had hoped to have a social life, and while she was not a slut, nobody had ever called her celibate.

[to be continued]