Written by the fantastic Jason extraordinaire! XD
Warning: Spanking (Surprised?)
This story is based on the Ultimates novel 'Against All Enemies'.
Hank woke with a splitting headache, and felt a sharp sting in his arm. He moved reflexively to grab that arm but realized that he was pinned to the ground outside if S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. He glanced around wide-eyed to find out what had happened. Had Nick and the others bound him before leaving him unconscious outside their door? On looking further, Hank saw that he was being held by Janet, who wore a grim expression and had a medical gun in her hand. "Did you... did you just drug me?"
Janet shook her head as she stood, allowing him to rise. "There is no need to drug you, that was to relieve you of whatever pain being trampled by Tony and Thor must have caused you; accelerated Pym particles." Her face was wary, and she stood back from him as he rose.
Accelerated? Hank had never done any work to use his particles for healing... likely they had given his work over to Banner. The thought made him grit his teeth in anger. Hank looked around, his mind finally realizing a simple fact his grogginess had hid from him; he was still sixty feet tall, and Janet stood even with him, though her clothing was intact; likely she had dressed after her growth. Hank smiled, "Thanks for the aspirin, I feel better already. Came on up to see how the air was up here?"
Janet stared at him. "I came to dust you off and send you on your way. I only require one thing from you Hank; I want you to promise me you won't come back here banging on Nick's door. He doesn't want you on the team and what happened here doesn't make him want to change his mind."
Hank's eyes flashed. He felt that dark storm brewing again, a sick feeling in his stomach that always drove him to lash out. "I'm going after the Chitauri with you, regardless of whether it is on Nick's team or not. I'll follow you all if I have to, and fight them on my own."
Janet shook her head. "No. If you think this is some way you are going to redeem yourself, Hank, your wrong. The best thing you can do right now is honor our wishes, and go home."
Hank's anger flared, "You are taking their side? They just attacked me full force, as if I were the enemy!"
Janet replied, her voice still measured and calm. "You threw Clint into the ocean; you got what was coming to you, and you were offered several chances to stand down that you refused to take. So we put you down like the mad dog you were acting."
Hank grabbed Janet's arm roughly as he shouted, "Clint was mocking me, and you were all being unreasonable! What, you think I got what was coming to me because I wouldn't submit to your unfair demands!"
Hank could see a shift in Janet's attitude when he had grabbed her, and she turned her body in a fluid motion, wrenching his arm in a circle as she tripped his legs out from under him. Instead of hitting the ground, though, Hank found himself sprawled backwards over Janet's leg as she went to one knee while throwing him. He moved to take his arm from her grip and she rolled with the motion, pushing in the same direction he wrenched and causing him to roll over onto his stomach on her knee.
Hank blinked as Janet grabbed his hand and pulled it into the small of his back, pinning him to her leg. He felt her other knee press into the back of one of his own legs, pressing it into the ground and further concreting her hold of him. Janet and Hank had fought many times, but never had this happened before; usually, Janet would strike out and then run from him, wishing to end the fight. Hank struggled but found he couldn't break free, and his face grew red with his frustrated anger. "Janet! If you know what's good for you..."
Hank was interrupted as Janet reached across with her other hand and yanked his head back by the hair, leaning close to talk evenly into his ear. "No. If you know what is good for you, you will listen and obey. We aren't doing this anymore, Hank. I grew up, and it's time for you to do the same. Like I said before; you are going to promise me that you will go home and forget about this mission. Just say the words and walk away, Hank."
Hank twisted but couldn't get any leverage from his position. Veins stood out on his forehead as he yelled his rage. "Never! You all can hide from it all you like, but without my ants, the Chitauri wouldn't even be on the run right now!" The fact that Hank was naked suddenly bothered him now that he was thrown over her lap in such a fashion, and Pym looked over to the windows of the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ: He hoped no one was watching this embarrassing display.
Janet surprised Hank now, as she released her grip on his hair and reached back to slap him soundly on the ass. He twisted his head back to look over his own shoulder to see her raise her hand and slap him again. "W-what the hell are you doing?"
Janet replied smoothly as she continued to spank Hank's shivering bottom. "Something you desperately need. Your over-inflated sense of self needs correction, and apparently I can't reason with you as long as you feel that way, so I'm going to put you in your place, first."
Hank's mind reeled; she was going to spank him? He tried harder than ever to break free from her grip, but even though he tried mightily, Janet held him firmly, his efforts not even slowing her steady swats. Swats which were beginning to burn in a fashion that Hank found more than uncomfortable. Hank glanced over at the S.H.I.E.L.D. building; the windows were all one-way, so he couldn't tell how many people were watching her spank him, but with a building that large it was going to be quite a few with more joining in if this continued. Hank reeled in his anger as best he could:he just wanted free now. "Janet, wait! You want to talk, right? Well, let me up, I promise we'll talk."
Hank looked back to see her shaking her head no. "I gave you your chances, Hank. You would think that being beaten down by the entire team would have convinced you to leave well enough alone, but obviously you need more encouragement." Janet noticed how panicked Hank was getting. This was the ultimate attack on him; Hank couldn't stand to be made to look small, and his angry shouts grew louder as she planted solid slaps on his writhing backside.
Hank realized belatedly that Janet must have planned on this; she had given him a drug that healed him so that he was fresh, both to make sure he felt only the burning sting in his cheeks, and so that he would know she had bested him when he was in peak form. Hank gnashed his teeth as he flailed in her grip. The slaps to his ass were starting to really hurt now, and when he glanced back he saw his cheeks were growing very red with the repeated punishment. That she and everyone else could see the same only renewed his frenzied screams, "Let go of me, you whore!"
Janet ignored his demands, concentrating instead on adding to the angry red welts crossing his ass. He had begun to buck and yell out with each swat now, so she could tell this pained him greatly. She had committed herself to this now, and she wasn't going to stop until he realized where he stood in this, so she started to slap him harder, noting how he stopped cursing and shouting at her and simply screamed instead, his eyes wide with the shock of it.
Hank fought the tears back as hard as he could; of all the humiliating things that could happen right now, crying in front of Janet would be the worst. But the painful stings and the very fact that he wanted to cry pushed the tears out, and Hank wailed pitifully as he felt those twin wet tracks run down his face. His rage was at it's height now, level with his shame as he renewed his angry screams for Janet to let him go, but that rage soon began to falter in the face of the ever growing helpless pain he felt.
Janet watched as Hank began to shift from anger to true panic, his one free leg kicking out and up desperately, his head held low, likely trying to hide the tears on his face. His tone changed as he finally realized where this was all bound to end. "P-please, Janet, I get it. I-I'm ready to talk, now."
Janet nodded, but her hand continued it's work "Good, then let's talk. Let's start with the fact that you will never lay a hand on me again."
Her swats became even harder, and Hank twisted, the fact that he couldn't remove his ass from harm's way only seeming to add to the sting. "Okay! N-never again! I wasn't going to hurt you... I was just trying to make a point!"
Janet grunted at his words as she slapped him faster, Hank's ass cheeks clenching between each swat now as he anticipated the pain. "And I'm making a point now. Never again. Also, I need that promise from you."
Hank bucked in her grasp, his tears flowing freely now, and he felt a heated sensation shiver through his body. He was going to break, he realized that now. He was going to give in to her demands, because he couldn't take this any more. This knowledge caused him to sob loudly as he threw himself against her grip vainly, one last desperate bid to free himself from her despite the fact that he knew it was pointless. For some time there was only Hank's cries and sobs and the sound of Janet's echoing slaps as he shuddered within her grip.
Eventually Hank's body gave up it's fight and he went limp in her grip, the sharp stings and his shame overwhelming his senses. He felt the traitorous words rising to his lips and he fought mightily against them with the last bit of will his ego provided, but the repeating reminder of Janet's hand as it collided with his sore cheeks spurred him to the inevitable breaking point. "I... I promise..."
Janet leaned it with her ear. "Did you say something, Hank?"
Hank's breath hitched as he struggled to compose himself at least enough to speak. No turning back now; she had already heard him, so no point in trying to salvage his shattered dignity. This was the point though, he supposed: she wanted him humiliated, it was a lesson. "I.. I promise, Janet."
She continued to spank him hard, her hand a blur as Hank squirmed and worried that she was not yet done. How long was this going to go on? Hank felt pangs of fear that she wouldn't stop even once he had given her what she wanted. "Louder, Hank! I want the people in that building to hear it! Convince us your going to do what you say!"
Hank turned several shades darker, flushing with his entire body with a sudden rush of embarrassment. Regardless, he took a deep breath in between swats and boomed out loudly with her next swing, letting the pain amplify his shout into a loud scream that shook the windows of the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. "I promise! I won't follow you! I swear, please, please let me go!"
Janet stayed her arm and stared at Hank as he sobbed quietly into her leg, then let go of him, wary as she backed away. Hank could be extremely mercurial, and she could only hope that the spanking had the effect she was hoping for. Hank made no move to rise or attack her, though; he only continued to cry as he pulled himself into a ball upon the ground.
Janet couldn't help but think that he had to literally be the biggest baby she had ever seen, but she stifled the laugh, not wanting to hurt his feelings any further than she already had. She felt sorry for him now; the way he cried left no doubt that he was extremely miserable... but she restrained herself fro comforting him; it didn't feel right, at least not yet. Instead she shook her head sadly and turned, leaving the giant man to his giant tears.
