What SHOULD have happened in "Fun and Games" (X-Men: Evolution)
Warning: Contains spanking.
What SHOULD have happened in ‘Fun and Games’ (X-Men: Evolution)
By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)
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“Let’s go inside,” the Professor turned his wheelchair around and went into the mansion. Scott, Jean, and Rogue followed in silence.
They had just finished sending Arcade home. The boy had made his way into Cerebro and took over control of the Danger Room as well as all the mansion’s defenses. It hadn’t been out of malice – he thought Cerebro was a video game and that the X-Men were all game characters. He was sent off without knowing the truth, but the fact remained that he’d only been able to gain that access due to an unauthorized party.
Kurt, Evan, and Kitty looked up from their efforts to straighten the disaster area that was once their foyer when the others came in. “He’s gone?” Kitty asked.
“Yes,” the Professor answered. “And we’re going to discuss punishment.”
“Like I said outside, Professor, I accept the responsibility,” Scott told him. “You left Jean and I in charge … and look what happened.”
“He’s right,” Jean agreed with a sigh. “We shouldn’t have allowed ourselves to be fooled so easily.”
“You shouldn’t have had to anticipate being tricked.” The Professor turned a stern gaze on the younger students, who exchanged guilty glances. Between the four of them, they’d managed to arrange the party, invite half the school and make sure that Scott and Jean were miles away sans car keys or cell phone.
“Kurt, Rogue, Kitty, Evan,” the Professor began, “you violated my trust, as well as that of Scott and Jean. You threw a party without permission or supervision, and allowed strangers to roam the mansion. The result was nearly getting yourselves _and_ Jean and Scott killed, very nearly having Arcade discover us as mutants, plus significant damage within the mansion thanks to your rowdy party guests.” He looked from one guilty child to the next. “Can you think of any reason why you should _not_ be punished?”
Evan opened his mouth as if to reply, but Kurt elbowed him sharply and gave him a brief shake of his head. The African-American boy clamped his mouth shut. No one said a word.
“I thought not,” the Professor said. “In the absence of Logan and Ororo, things must be done a little differently this time. All four of you go upstairs and get changed for bed, then Kitty and Rogue, you stay in your room, and Kurt and Evan, you both go to Kurt’s room until you’re told differently.”
“What about Scott and I, Professor?” Jean asked.
“The two of you stay here – we’re going to talk.”
The four teenagers headed up the long staircase. “What do you think is going to happen to us?” Kitty asked the others in a nervous whisper.
“We’re going to get spanked,” Kurt said miserably, his tail drooping. “That’s why he wants us in the same rooms.”
“You think?” Evan looked surprised. “If Logan and Auntie Ororo were here I’d figure on it but she’s not, and the Professor can’t spank _all_ of us – can he?”
“Why not?” Rogue replied flatly. “The worst he can do is sprain his wrist.”
“So how come Scott and Jean aren’t being sent up with us?” Evan complained. “They should be in trouble, too. They were in charge!”
“Ja, but Kitty and I stranded them up on the bluff,” Kurt answered. “I guess the Professor doesn’t hold them responsible for being fooled.”
“Or maybe he does, and they’re being spanked downstairs,” Kitty suggested.
They reached the top of the stairs and headed for their rooms.
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Rogue leaned back against her pillows and sighed in frustration. She hated having to wait like this. She looked over at Kitty, who like herself had changed into pajamas. She was hugging her stuffed dragon and looked scared.
A quick knock on the door made Kitty jump visibly, then she and Rogue looked at each other. “C-Come in,” Kitty said, giving the dragon another squeeze.
Jean stepped into the room. “Hi girls,” she said.
Rogue breathed a sigh of relief. “Ah thought you were gonna be the Professor!”
“Same here!” Kitty said. “Were you and Scott sent up to wait for punishment, too?”
“Not exactly,” Jean replied, a quirky smile on her pretty face. “In fact …,” she pulled her hairbrush out of her back pocket, “I’m here to administer _your_ punishment.”
Rogue stared at the brush, then at Jean. “THAT better be for brushing our hair to death ‘cause it’s the only kinda punishment yer gonna give ME with it!”
“Sorry to disillusion you, Rogue,” Jean said, tapping the brush against her palm. “Which one of you wants to be first?”
“She does!” Kitty and Rogue said simultaneously, pointing at each other.
“Let’s go alphabetically,” Jean decided, and turned around the desk chair so that it rested in the center of the room, then she sat down on it. “Come here, Kitty.”
“This can’t be happening,” Kitty said, slowly getting off her bed. “You’re just a kid, like us!”
“Not this time,” Jean told her. “Scott and I were your guardians in absence of the adults. The Professor felt we should have the right to punish you this time both because of that, and because of how you tricked us and nearly got us killed.”
“So Scott is spankin’ the boys?” Rogue exclaimed.
“You’ve got it,” Jean said, reaching out to take Kitty’s arm and pull her face-down across her lap. She then began tugging at the waistband of Kitty’s pajama bottoms.
“Jean, NO!” Kitty cried, reaching back to try and stop her. Jean gave her knuckles a quick rap with the brush, making Kitty yelp and withdraw her hand.
“I’m doing _exactly_ what the Professor told us to do, no more, no less,” Jean said. “If you don’t believe me you can go ask him when we’re done.” She pulled Kitty’s pajama bottoms down to expose her perky pink bottom, then raised the hairbrush. She brought it down with a sharp *SMACK!* -- on her own thigh. The hairbrush had passed right through Kitty’s body.
“Katherine Pryde!” Jean shouted, wincing from the pain of her leg. “Don’t you DARE phase out like that again! The Professor told me to give you extra swats if you do!”
I’m sorry, Jean – OWW!!” Kitty cried as the brush made first and solid contact with her bottom. It was followed by another blow, and another.
Rogue winced and looked away, but the crisp sound of the smacks and Kitty’s shrieks quickly drew her eyes back. She was surprised to see how Kitty’s bottom was already changing colour to reflect the blows, it was a nice rosy colour now. The longer the spanking continued, the more Kitty’s discomfort revealed itself. She started crying in between the shrieks, and squirming on Jean’s lap. Not long after that, as the skin on Kitty’s rear changed from rosy to red, she started kicking her feet and struggling to escape, but the older girl held her firmly in place as she continued to rain spanks upon her bare backside.
Rogue squirmed a little herself. There was something strangely erotic about watching her roommate get her fanny paddled so firmly, and by Miss Perfect herself! Although she knew Kitty would never believe it, she looked very pretty with her hair coming loose from its ponytail, framing her red tear-streaked face.
Lord Almighty, Rogue checked herself sharply. What in tarnation is wrong with me? That’s gonna be ME next!
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“This is like slow torture,” Evan complained as he paced around Kurt’s room. “I wish the Prof would just come and get it over with.”
“He can wait all night as far as I’m concerned,” Kurt said firmly.
Someone knocked on the door.
“You _had_ to open your mouth,” Kurt sighed. “Come in, Professor.”
The door opened. “It’s not the Professor,” Scott said, walking into the room.
“What’s going on, man?” Evan asked. “How come he hasn’t come up yet?”
“He’s not coming up, Evan,” Scott told him. “He decided that because it was Jean and I who were in charge of you when this happened that punishing you is our responsibility.” He brought out a ping-pong paddle and twirled it in his hand. “And in this case, privilege.”
Both Kurt and Evan blinked, then Kurt gave a nervous laugh. “You are joking, mein freund – right?”
“No, Kurt, that’s not right,” Scott sat on the edge of the bed. “I was told exactly how to spank you and I’m going to do it, so you may as well come over here.”
“No way, I’m outta here!” Kurt declared.
“Wait!” Scott warned. “I was told that if you teleport out of here then I’m to double your punishment when I catch up to you.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped.
“But I’ll tell you what,” Scott said. “I’ll do you a favour and spank you first so you won’t have to wait.”
“I’m the one who _wanted_ to wait,” Kurt complained.
“Kurt, pull down your pajama bottoms,” Scott instructed, his tone brooking no argument.
“Nein!” the blue-furred boy refused vehemently, his yellow eyes wide.
“Do it _now_, or I’ll add five to your stroke count for every time you refuse.”
Kurt frowned. “Boy, he really _did_ instruct you.”
“He made sure we knew everything we had to do,” Scott confirmed.
“We?” Evan piped up in surprise. “You mean Jean is …?”
“Yes, she’s spanking the girls. Come on, Kurt, I mean it. Now.”
“Jean spanking Rogue,” Kurt muttered as he unfastened his pants. “She’s gonna _love_ that!”
“I doubt it – Jean’s using a hairbrush.” Scott waited while Kurt threaded his tail through the hole in his pajama bottoms, then lowered them.
“Okay, get down here,” Scott told him, motioning to his lap.
Kurt glanced at Evan, then reluctantly lowered himself over Scott’s knees. “This is so humiliating,” he mumbled.
“It’s about to get even more so.” Scott smacked the paddle smartly against Kurt’s bare backside with a *SWAT!* sound that was only muted by the fur covering his skin.
“AHHH!” the boy protested. “My tail!”
Scott sighed. “I’m sorry, but you should have known enough to move it out of the way.” He allowed Kurt to reach back and pull his three-foot long tail aside.
As soon as the obstruction was gone, Scott swatted Kurt with the paddle again. The younger boy gasped, which turned into a yelp when the next blow came. “Scott, please reconsider! I thought we were friends – AAHH!” Kurt cried out at another painful swat.
“Friends don’t trick friends or leave them stranded, Kurt,” Scott said grimly and continued the spanking with definite, measured strokes.
Evan moved backwards until he found himself up against the desk. Kurt was so slender and frail-looking, and although Evan knew the wiry acrobat was anything but frail, the picture of Scott with slim little Kurt at his dubious mercy seemed cruel. The blue bottom was so small, and was being walloped so thoroughly it made Evan shiver for reasons he couldn’t understand. He watched Kurt’s backside wiggle on Scott’s lap as he tried to escape the blows, accompanied by pained cries and soon after, tears. Evan swallowed, realizing he was enjoying being a witness to this. He’d never seen someone else get spanked before. Kurt was whimpering and his unusual two-toed feet were kicking. Then he lost his grip on his tail and it almost hit Scott in the face, something that could have proved dangerous if his ruby quartz glasses had been knocked off. The X-Man leader paused long enough to grab Kurt’s tail and look over at Evan. “Come here and hold this,” he said.
“NOOO!” Kurt protested.
Evan walked over uncertainly and Scott pushed Kurt’s tail into his hands. “Don’t let go until I’m done,” he said.
Scott readjusted his knees and raised the one directly under Kurt’s bottom, lifting it. He smacked the paddle flat against the sensitive undercurve.
“OWWWW!” Kurt cried, lifting his bottom involuntarily.
Evan felt blood rush to his face as well as other places. As the spanking resumed, he found himself wishing that Kurt’s backside wasn’t covered in fur – he couldn’t tell how red the skin was like this. And judging from how Kurt was now sobbing, it had to be very red, not to mention sore. Holding on to Kurt’s tail, which twitched in his hands at every blow to his rump, he felt almost as if _he_ were spanking Kurt somehow.
Oh, man.
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Rogue wasn’t sure who was suffering more from the spanking Jean delivered, she or Kitty. The other girl had given in to helpless sobs, and was no longer struggling to get away.
“All right, Kitty, you can get up,” Jean told her.
Slowly, Kitty pushed herself up off Jean’s lap, sniffling and hiccupping. Her bottom was a fiery red which extended to her upper thighs.
“Rogue,” Jean motioned with the hairbrush, “come on.”
“Ah guess Ah’ll just keep my pajamas on, huh?” Rogue said hopefully. “Ya don’t wanna risk touching my skin after all.”
“You’re not going to absorb me, Rogue,” Jean said. “I’m using a hairbrush and I’m wearing pants. Now get down here.”
Rogue sighed and pushed her pj bottoms and underwear down. “This is unbelievable,” she muttered. “Ah’m getting spanked by Miss Perfect.”
“You’d _better_ believe it.” Jean grabbed Rogue’s arm and pulled her over her lap. A moment later, pain exploded on her backside.
“AHHH!” she gasped. “Oh Lord, that HURTS!”
“It gets worse,” Kitty sniffled.
She was right. Jean showed no mercy as she brought the hairbrush down against Rogue’s bottom again and again.
“OHHH! Jeannie, stop!” she begged, unaware that she’d started to squirm in the older girl’s lap. Her backside was starting to burn in protest, and every new blow felt like flames licking against her, searing her skin. Tears spilled over and she knew her makeup was running, but she didn’t care. She just wanted the pain to _stop_.
Kitty rubbed her tender bottom as she watched the Goth girl receive her punishment. She wondered if she had looked like that, red-faced, tear-streaked, feet kicking, bottom bucking up and down, and most of all the bright red spots of pain on her skin. She glanced over her shoulder at her own backside and winced. Oh yeah, it was red all right. It still throbbed, and probably would for a long time.
She felt a little relieved that Rogue was making as big a fuss as she had – at least she didn’t have to feel too ashamed. Rogue’s pleas were falling on deaf ears as readily as her mascara-stained tears hit the carpet. She wondered briefly why Rogue didn’t yank her gloves off and grab Jean’s bare ankle. That would put an end to the spanking until Jean woke up.
But … considering how her own phasing had angered the redhead, maybe Rogue was smart not to use her power after all.
The Southern girl was starting to sob now. Jean finally stopped.
“All right, you can get up,” Jean said. “The two of you get into bed.”
Rogue awkwardly stood up and dressed, brushing the back of her gloved hands over her eyes. She kept her gaze averted from Jean’s, but locked eyes with Kitty briefly in a moment of rare mutual understanding between them.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, girls,” Jean said as she put the chair back. “I hope you won’t hold it against me. Goodnight.”
The pair watched her leave.
“If a miracle happens and she EVER gets spanked, Ah wanna be there to watch!” Rogue declared.
“With a camera,” Kitty seconded vehemently.
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“Okay, you can let go, Evan.”
The brown-skinned skater released Kurt’s tail. The fuzzy elf was allowed to get up, but he kept his head lowered so that his shoulder-length hair fell forward to obscure part of his face.
“Evan,” Scott said expectantly.
He sighed and pulled down his pajama bottoms. “This is gonna be bad,” he said.
“You’re not kidding,” Kurt mumbled, rubbing his rear tentatively.
Evan reluctantly laid himself across Scott’s lap. “This feels weird,” he complained. “I’m used to doing this standing up.”
“So I’m new at this,” Scott said. “Besides, it’s going to hurt just as much – ask Kurt.” With that he connected the paddle with Evan’s bare butt in a forceful *SMACK!*
“YEOW!” Evan yelped. “I think you’re right, man!”
“I know I am,” Scott said, walloping him again.
Evan didn’t feel like talking for much longer. Scott spanked him firmly and deliberately, not even allowing a breather between blows. Even though he’d already seen Kurt do it all and maybe even enjoyed watching the performance, he began to follow his example unintentionally. He yelped, then begged, then cried, while at the same time squirming and kicking and bucking. The vague thought hit him that Kurt was getting a great show if he wasn’t suffering too much to enjoy it. He briefly considered using his power to produce bony spikes where the paddle was connecting, but decided Scott was ticked off enough already and he was definitely sore enough.
It seemed like forever before the seventeen-year-old X-Men leader let him go, and as he dressed, Evan knew he was whimpering like a little kid. But it was over.
Scott stood up and looked at the miserable boys. “I really hope you’ll never make it necessary to do that again. Especially not if _I’m_ in charge of you.” He left the room and Evan stuck his tongue out at the closed door.
“Do you hurt as much as I hurt?” he asked Kurt, sniffling.
“More.”
“No way! You’ve got fur protection!”
“Don’t let that fool you – he just hit me longer to compensate! And besides, he hit my tail!”
“Yeah, once.”
“It still hurt!”
A soft knock came at the door. “Guys?” Kitty said. “Can we come in?”
“You won’t see us at our best, but sure,” Evan said.
Kitty walked right through the door, but Rogue had to take the time to open it before entering. “Hi,” Rogue said. “Ya’ll look like we feel.”
“Nah, we feel worse than you do,” Kurt said.
Kitty frowned. “What makes you say that?”
“Can’t you tell?” Evan managed a watery smile. “He beat us black and blue.”
The girls blinked, then simultaneously grabbed pillows off the beds and began pummeling both boys with them mercilessly, easing the tension for all of them.
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(2002)
Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men: Evolution or any of the characters.
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