Beast/Wolverine
"You know, Logan. I've heard people say we actually look alike?"
SMACK!
"Nngh... Grrngh..."
"Oh yes. According to them, we have similar hairstyles, similar builds, even similar amounts of, hmmm, body hair."
SMACK!
"Nnngh...! Gah—"
"Although I must say I fail to see the resemblance myself."
SMACK!
"Aow! Ahhh...!"
"For instance, my ass isn't a bright, flaming red."
Hank McCoy, aka. the Blue Bouncing Beast of the X-Men, smirked as he smacked his paddle soundly against Logan's bare fanny again. The man gave a grunt, then a sturdy wiggle of his hips. He'd started the punishment out rather stoic, but by now was finding it difficult to keep from crying out. The copious amounts of hair covering his backside were clearly no protection from a good spanking either.
Beast patted those toned, angrily squirming buttocks. "What do you think, Logan?"
"I think you're—nngh—enjoying yourself too much, bub."
Hank laughed. "Well can you blame me? You must admit, it's not every day I'm able to get you like this."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. Next time we make a bet, I'm winning!"
Beast grinned. "I've been going to Harry's Hideaway since long before you joined the team, and winning at pool there just as long. I suppose it was rather rude of me not to inform you of that before we made our little wager tonight..."
"Yeah, yeah. Not the first time I've been rolled, and probably won't be the last either," Wolverine fumed into his grizzled arms. After a few moments he slowly arched his back, and raised his ass up. "I'll forgive, but won't forget. Now get to it and teach me a lesson already."
"Heh. If you insist. In that case..." Beast drew his paddle back as far as his ape-like arm would allow. "For these last ten, no more Mister Nice Beast."
He slammed it down as hard as he could, and Wolverine yowled.
Beast/Juggernaut
"Grrrrr, when I get outta this, you sissy little X-pansies are gonna PAY!"
"Then we'll just have to make sure you won't get out, won't we Juggernaut?"
Hank McCoy regarded the beefy, straining backside of one of the X-Men's oldest adversaries. Countless occasions sprang to his mind of the man known as Juggernaut rampaging through their home, destroying anything and everything in his path in his single-minded quest for revenge. The first such instance had been when he and the original team had been little more than teenagers.
But right now he looked decidedly less threatening. Juggernaut was stuck through a wall, his lower half hanging out one side. He'd charged at Beast in a rage, only for the bouncing blue mutant to jump aside at the last instant. Little had Juggernaut known, a high-powered gravity attractor had been rigged into the very wall panel he crashed through—one with enough juice that even his immense strength couldn't break him loose. He was now stuck to it and bent over, stomping his big feet like a little boy throwing a tantrum.
Exactly how he should be presented.
"Hey... what're ya doing?!" Juggernaut demanded as a whistling Beast stepped behind him and casually undid his studded belt. It dropped to the floor with a heavy boom. His pants were next, and the strongman gaped as they were summarily pulled downward, exposing his bare butt framed in nothing but a jockstrap. "HEY, WHAT IS THIS!!"
"Just giving you the punishment you so richly deserve, Cain. Tell me, just how many times have you rampaged through our mansion?"
"Tch!"
Juggernaut either couldn't remember or didn't want to cooperate. Beast nodded at the expected response, and took out a paddle affixed with the X-logo from his bag. It was the same one he'd used recently to spank Wolverine, but with a few additions grafted on. He laid it against the big, broad buttocks.
At that the villain did react. He gave a derisive laugh. "Is this some kinda joke?" he asked. "I'm the JUGGERNAUT. What're you gonna do—give me a spanking with that thing?"
Beast nodded and pressed a button on the handle. An electrified glow suddenly surrounded it. The paddle, too, was one of his inventions. Modified Shi'ar tech, it supposedly magnified the user's strength 100 fold... or so the ones punished by it claimed afterward, anyway.
He drew it back, like a baseball player preparing to swing. "A spanking, Juggernaut, is exactly what I'm going to give you." He swung it forward with a monumental effort, using all the strength in both his arms. It slammed across Juggernaut's bottom with a thunderous crack.
Nobody was more surprised than Juggernaut himself at the yowl he gave—or the reddened impression of the paddle print taking shape across both his beefy globes.
Beast smiled and prepared for swat #2. He did so love testing out new inventions in the field.
Beast/Cable
"Never? Not even once?"
"That's right. Not much time for it in the era I grew up in."
"Well that won't do." Beast looked around the lab for a place to sit. He found it in a nearby work bench which he perfunctorily cleared off. He sat down on it with a wide grin and patted his knee. "Let's take care of that right now."
Nathan Summers, aka Cable, stared at him. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I very much am."
The grizzled man snorted as he folded his muscular arms over his chest. "You do realize I'm at least a decade older than you are?"
"Nonsense. I was at your christening. I believe that makes me one of your godfathers."
Cable rolled his eyes. The nature of his birth—and subsequent fall through time—had been much discussed, but still seemed to get him in trouble.
"Think of it this way," Beast said, gesturing around them. "Would you rather we do it down here in my lab where we have complete privacy—or have me mention it up above where the rest of the team will hear?"
Well that settled it. As ridiculous as the idea was, there was no way Cable wanted it brought up around everybody else. With a hard grimace he began to undo the straps which held his various gun holsters to his body and let them slide down.
"You drive a hard bargain. Fine. But I'll remember this for your birthday, McCoy. Remember, I can program any date I like into Greymalkin."
Beast's smile only grew as he watched Cable strip down. "Noted."
It took a bit of time. Cable's outfit was infamous for its number of belts, buckles, and pouches. But once they were dispensed with he was able to peel the rest of the spandex off with relative ease. He soon stood before Beast in his birthday suit—rather appropriate, since he was about to get his first ever birthday spanking.
There was a first time for everything.
With a huff he went over Beast's furry knee. The mutant scientist reached out and got a good feel for the chiseled, rounded surface he'd soon be striking.
Cable was known for being quite the hard ass. Beast was about to find out just how true that was.
Beast/Sabretooth
"Argh! Dammit, Beast! Let me go! Ya don't understand!"
"Don't understand?" Beast's eyebrows drew together as he pulled Sabretooth's spandex pants down past muscled, squirming, hairy buttocks. "Don't understand how you're terrorized this team for years? How you murder and molest as a way of life? And now you think to attack the mansion, where children live? I think I understand plenty, Creed."
"No! I'm not the Sabretooth you know! I'm—Mmmphh!"
Beast had shut him up by stuffing his own briefs into his mouth. The sadistic mutant snarled and fumed as he was then drawn further into position over Hank's knee, his ass in the air. But with his wrists and ankles both bound, there wasn't much he could do to truly fight back.
The spanking started immediately. Beast really let him have it, not holding back at all. His blue-furred palm whipped down on bare, bucking ass cheeks, alternating sides with each heavy-handed blow. It wasn't long before Sabretooth's whole backside was a hot, raging red, and he was roaring into his gag.
At some point, Nightcrawler wandered by. He stopped to take in the scene. "Er... Hank, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Beast answered hotly. "I'm punishing one of the most evil mutants alive."
Nightcrawler slapped his forehead. "Oh, no mein freund! That's not our Sabretooth. This is the one from that other team—the reality hopping one. We've been expecting him today. He is a good guy!"
Hank gaped down at the raw, fiery ass he'd just spend the better part of five minutes blistering. "You mean he's not... evil?"
With a snarl, Sabretooth rose up and snapped the cords that'd bound him. He gave his grizzled buttocks one quick rub, then drew his pants back up over them.
Then he picked up his belt.
"Er... Kurt, would you mind assisting me in explaining to our noble guest the reason for the, uhh, the simple misunderstanding we find ourselves caught in?" Beast asked, paling as the growling Sabretooth from the Exiles team approached, slapping that belt ominously into his open palm.
"Apologies, mein freund, but you're on your own for this one."
Nightcrawler bamfed away, and Beast gave an exaggerated gulp as he was taken in hand. He could already feel the stripes that'd soon be rising across his own blue-furred rump. "Oh, my stars and garters," he groaned as he was pulled across Sabretooth's knee.