Gen 13 - Burnout/Grunge
"Dude, do I have to?"
"Yes. Now get 'em off, unless you want me to burn 'em right off your butt."
Grunge frowned as he slowly peeled his tights down. Man, this sucked. Not only was he about to go over his teammate's knee buck-naked, there weren't even any chicks around to keep it from feeling gay.
Granted, it wasn't the first time for either him or Burnout in their respective positions. Back when Mister Lynch had first formed the team, the former I/O agent had had a heavy hand with everybody, always on their cases about learning to use their powers and focus on their teamwork. In the case of Grunge and Burnout, that heavy hand had been literal. They must've ridden his lap a hundred times each, butt cheeks squirming and bouncing, as he lectured them on all their various fuck-ups.
What made it even freakier though was that all happened before Mister Lynch even revealed he was secretly Burnout's dad!
But all that aside, to their surprise both young men found the constant spankings and lectures actually... helped. They were able to focus on their powers better, and the sense of accountability made them more aware their actions had consequences—at least, a little bit. So much so that, when the team eventually separated from Mister L, the two of them decided to keep the spankings up on their own.
Unfortunately, what that meant in practice was Grunge was mainly the one to go over Burnout's knee. The simple fact was he was way more impulsive and, well, 'naughty' than his straight-laced teammate. Not that Burnout didn't have his share of spankable moments. He just hid them better. Grunge gave a heavy sigh as he climbed over Burnout's lap once again.
"This is really uncool, dude..."
"Then stop screwing around. I don't exactly enjoy it from this end either."
Grunge pursed his lips, then sighed and gave a nod. Burnout had a point. But no matter how many times Grunge got punished, it was never any less embarrassing to be spanked by a teammate. Mister L had been one thing, but Burnout was his own age. They didn't have much choice though. They were the only two dudes on the team, and getting spanked by a girl would be way too kinky—they'd both agreed—to count as real punishment.
It was that vector of shared maleness that Grunge chose to utilize in order to argue his case. He knew it'd be pointless to protest his innocence, but maybe Burnout would go easy on him if he empathized with Grunge's plight? "Okay. But Bobby, c'mon man," he said as he got adjusted into position, bare ass hiked up. "This isn't that big a deal, right?"
"Not that big a deal?" Burnout spluttered. "Dude, you spied on Caitlin in the shower!"
"Heh, yeah, but I mean..." Grunge wiggled a little uncomfortably as he saw Burnout's hand lift up from the corner of his eye to take aim. "If you had a peephole into the girl's bathroom, wouldn't you use it?"
"What I'd do isn't the point." SMACK! Burnout's hand fell, good and hard, on Grunge's left ass cheek. He gave an in-drawn hiss of breath.
"Ouch! But c'mon dude. You know you would!"
"Whether I would or not doesn't really matter here, now does it?" Burnout said, rather icily. He raised his hand again. "Especially since you never told me about the peephole."
Oh. So that's how it is. Grunge blanched as he realized he may have made a tactical error—just as another hard smack met his butt. "Oww!" That was quickly followed up by nearly a dozen more that sent him bucking and bouncing. Okay, definitely an error. Burnout could spank surprisingly hard when he wanted, especially if he was annoyed. Maybe he'd inherited that from his dad.
"Oooh! Okay, okay, I screwed up!" Grunge admitted. "But it's Caitlin, dude. You know she'll forgive me!"
"Yeah, she will." Burnout took a break and lowered his palm, resting it on one of Grunge's warming buns. "Now let's talk about Sarah. I hear you were openly drooling over her by the pool again."
Grunge blanched. Had his teammates been making a list? "Well... she went skinny-dipping, bro!" Grunge puffed out his chest. "I'm a red-blooded American male, how could I not ogle that fine piece of boot-ay?"
"Granted. To be honest, I think everyone expects it from you by now. At least... until she asks you to stop. Which she did, repeatedly."
"Yeah, well uhh, you know..." Grunge deflated a bit as he couldn't exactly think of a defense for that. Burnout just sighed and raised his hand again.
SMACK! CRACK! WHACK!
"YEOOWW! Ooh, ooh ouch! That smarts, dude!"
"Good. Okay, last one is Roxy... Um." He paused to consider. "I was never quite clear on what you did to Roxy, actually. I just know she's pissed at you."
"Uhh, to be honest dude, I think she's mad at me because I didn't ogle her at the pool or peek on her in the shower."
Burnout rolled his eyes. "Wonderful. Well in any case, all three of them asked me to punish you, so that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Well okay, okay." Grunge wiggled his reddened butt. "You've punished me, man. I've learned my lesson! Now we can let bygones be bygones, right?"
"Not quite yet. They did have one other condition."
"Huh?"
Burnout's gen-active powers activated. There was the familiar sound and feel of heated plasma around his body. Grunge turned his head in shock. To his surprise he saw Burnout had activated his powers, but only around his hand. The same hand that was now rising, slowly and purposely, over Grunge's bare, beefy, helplessly clenched ass.
Oh this was gonna suck.