"What’re you gonna do about it, bub? Spank me?"
It was yet another confrontation between Wolverine and the X-Men's leader, Cyclops. This time the location was the basketball court. Wolverine stood in just a pair of ripped denim shorts, hairy-chested as always. Cyclops wore pleated pants and a polo. The difference between them couldn't have been more stark if they'd tried.
The rest of the team stood by warily, trying to gauge how likely a real fight would break out. Cyclops glared down at the shorter man, eyes flaring red under ruby-quartz glasses. Wolverine just smirked smugly back at him. Wolverine had been pushing him lately. To be honest, he'd been pushing them all. At the end though, Cyclops just scoffed and stalked off the court. After a few moments, Wolverine snorted and picked the basketball back up to resume the game.
One X-Man though, standing under the net, wondered at Wolverine's offer. And he considered how much of it had truly been a joke.
* * * * *
That night, Cyclops knocked on Wolverine's door.
"What do you want?" Wolverine grumbled as he answered it. He'd been asleep, and had just thrown on a pair of boxers. It was past midnight.
"To continue our conversation from this afternoon."
"I think we said just about everything there was to say."
He went to shut the door, but Cyclops shouldered past him. "I don't," he said. He was in full uniform. He didn't spare a glance for the state of Wolverine's room. The shorter man growled at the intrusion.
"Yes, not too fun when people ignore your boundaries, is it? Maybe you'll remember how it feels next time you do it,” Cyclops snapped at him. He took a seat on Wolverine’s bed. “You've been pushing lately, Logan. You've been pushing all of us. It's bad for team unity, and it's bad for yourself.”
Wolverine rolled his eyes. "Is this the part where you give the pep talk about how the rest of the team secretly looks up to me as a role-model—"
"Yes, actually. They do. Because you know what you're doing. Usually. You're a dependable fighter and you're a damn good X-Man. You're also, for want of a better word, a complete and utter brat when it comes to authority. Especially mine."
"Heh, keep talkin' like that and you might make me blush, Summers."
"Shut it. For that reason and too many others to list, I've decided to take you up on your offer."
"My offer...?"
"To give you a spanking."
Wolverine's eyes widened. "Wait," he said, "Wha—"
Too late. Cyclops's hand snaked out and seized him by the wrist. Wolverine was taken completely by surprise as he was pulled harshly. He stumbled, feet bare on the wooden floor, and he ended up falling forward—right across Cyclops's outstretched knee.
In seconds the X-Men leader restrained him tightly. Wolverine may have been an expert hand-to-hand fighter, but they'd all undergone similar training. And the grizzled man was, for once, too off-balance and dumbstruck to put up much of a fight.
"Oh. Okay, harr harr. Real funny, Cyke. You may talk big, but we both know at the end of the day you don't have to guts to—" Wolverine's words choked in his throat as Cyclops gripped the back of his underwear, tutted, and hauled them straight down to completely bare his ass.
Wolverine's face was downright comical as he realized his bluff had actually been called. Not only was he was buck-naked over his field leader's lap in the middle of the night, he was in the perfect position for some good old-fashioned discipline.
"Now hold on one flamin' minute!" he thundered, "You can't just—!"
SMACK!
Cyclops's palm slapped full and hard in the center of his right butt cheek. Wolverine yelped despite himself. It wasn't that it hurt, necessarily, but he was so thrown by Cyclops's actions.
"Oh, I can and I will. You've been asking for this since the day you joined, Logan," Cyclops lectured as his hand went up, then cracked down sharply again. "Longer, probably."
Over and over he repeated the motion, leaving hand prints all across the grizzled cheeks. Wolverine had an ass as hairy and muscular as the rest of him. It flexed and bucked as Cyclops hit it over and over.
"Agh! What's gotten into you, Cyke! This is—Aahh!"
"This is exactly what you've been needing. What you've been asking for. Literally." Cyclops snapped as slap after slap nailed down. "And it's about time you got it."
Half of Wolverine was impressed by the balls Cyclops had developed—and more than a little turned on to boot. If he didn’t know better he might think the guy was drunk, but he didn’t smell any alcohol on him. The other half was more pissed off than he'd ever been.
"Augh! You tellin' me the Professor would approve of you takin' me in hand like this?!" he snarled, playing one of his trump cards.
But to his shock, Cyclops just laughed. "He's gone now, remember?" he said snidely, throwing back several arguments they'd already had on the subject back in his face. "I'm in charge now." He shifted his position, upending Wolverine's naked body further. "And from now on, I'm thinking you’re going to get this regularly."
Wolverine gaped. "You—you're gonna—?"
"That's right. You talk big, Logan. You tell us you're a lone wolf. But deep down, you need someone to keep you in line. To take charge of you. From now on, that person's going to be me. And if I need to spank you every single night from now on to make you understand that, I will."
"You're gonna WHAT?!"
"Maybe I'll even do it in front of the whole team. Lord knows they could use the example too. It can even be a bonding exercise for them, watching your hairy buns turn red."
"What in the hell has gotten into you!"
"Quiet, mister. And take! This! Discipline!"
"Auughh!" Wolverine yelled as swat after swat met his upturned ass. He had a healing factor, but it didn't work instantaneously. He still felt each smack at full force, stinging and heating his cheeks as he squirmed and kicked. His underwear flew off his feet to land somewhere on the far side of the room.
"Oh, and another thing. We're all sick of you leaving your dirty socks in the common room. From now on, you're going to pick up after yourself."
"Okay, that's IT, bub!"
A ringing SNIKT of adamantium, and Wolverine was free. He turned on Cyclops, and aimed a clawed swipe right at his face which would surely have been fatal—if he hadn't withdrawn his center claw at the very last moment, leaving one shuddering on either side of Cyclops's head.
Wolverine was breathing hard. "You mind telling me what this is all about, Morph?”
There was a sliding of features. When it ended it was no longer Cyclops caught between his claws, but his ol' buddy Morph. The shapeshifter smiled winsomely at him. "I copied his form completely, right down to the scent of his aftershave. What gave me away?"
"Other than everything? I'd say it was his disdain for the prof, but really it was threatening to spank me in front of the whole team. Scott would never go for something that fun."
"Hah. I'll have to keep that in mind next time."
"What in the hell's the matter with you, bub! I could've killed you!"
"Worth the risk. Besides, it confirmed a suspicion I had."
"Which is...?"
"You so want to be spanked."
Wolverine stared at his friend. Then he let out an explosive breath of air. "You're nuts!"
"So are you! You let Cyclops waltz into your room and actually do it! Naked and everything! You must've been fantasizing about that for years."
"Me and that boy scout? H-he overpowered me! I mean, you overpowered—"
"You're Wolverine. You could've gotten free whenever you wanted. Instead, you let him give you at least fifty swats before you even took out your claws."
Wolverine worked his jaw, then took a deep breath and glared.. "...I don't want to be—"
"I also felt your boner the whole time, dumbass."
"Fine!" Wolverine yelled. "Fine, maybe I liked it! Is that what you wanna hear? What's it to you, anyway?!" He unsheathed his claws again and aimed them Morph's way. "You did all this just to make fun?"
The shapeshifter shook their head. "You really don't get it, do you? This wasn't a prank—well, okay, maybe it started out as one. But it doesn't have to stay that way. I can help you."
Morph started cycling through their forms, beginning with Cyclops again. Then they shifted to Maverick. Omega Red. Magneto. Beast. Captain America. The Silver Samurai. "I meant it when I said I could visit you every night, Logan. Think about it. I can give you a spanking as whoever you want. Let you indulge any desire, live out any fantasy! But safely, because it'll be me." At the last, they turned into a vision of Sabretooth. He grinned toothily. "And don't even tell me that's not something you'd be into, runt."
Wolverine glared at him. But, gradually, it softened as he considered his buddy's offer. It was true, he'd fantasized about the kink—among others—for years, but had never had a place to safely experiment with it. With his lifestyle, it was hard to find a place to hang his boots, much less do anything risky like that.
But if there was one thing the Xavier Institute was for, it was safely experimenting, right? Not just with their powers. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time he and Morph had fooled around. In the old days…
He grimaced, then stubbed a thick finger into Sabretooth's—Morph's—chest.
"Okay. We can try it, bub. But under one condition."
"What's that?"
"When I'm in the mood, I spank you too."
The big, feral mutant's face split in an ugly grin. "Deal!"
He stuck his hand out for a shake. Wolverine took it—then squeezed hard.
"Startin' right now."
"Huh?"
He pulled, and Sabretooth gasped in shock as he was yanked off his feet. He landed hard over Wolverine's bare-naked lap.
"Now hey, wait a—"
"When the prof first found ya, he trained you by subjectin' ya to various stimuli while you used your powers, right? See how much you could take before turning back?" Wolverine grinned, then raised his calloused right hand. "Let's see how well that training's paid off."
The first slap met round, beefy butt, and Sabretooth let out an uncharacteristically loud yelp.
"Oh, and further points docked for not stayin' in character."
"Now that's not fair!"
"Too bad." Wolverine dished out more slaps, listening to his best friend yell. Feeling him squirm his big body around around his lap. Those beefy buns quiver and jerk, wrapped in spandex so tight it may as well have been a second skin. His boner was back in full-force. "Consider this part of your trainin' from now on. I'm pickin' up right where the prof left off."
"Ooh! Y’know, for a guy who's always bucking authority, you're pretty quick to pick it up yourself."
"Shut it, pal. You agreed to this. Besides..." Wolverine gave a tight grin as he slapped his teammate's transformed bottom again. "I'm not the only one who's been askin' for it."