Heatwave dragged his feet as he slowly slunk down the hall to Chase's room.
The dreaded object in his hand seemed to weigh several tons, and it grew heavier as he drew steadily closer to the police Bot's room.
Heatwave was thankful none of the other Bots or humans seemed to be around, because as he walked along with his eyes firmly on the ground, the thought of one of them catching him taking this thing to Chase would be more mortifying then the actual punishment he was to receive.
The item he carried was a paddle, one he knew all too well.
When he had been a younger Bot, still in training, his friend has fashioned this paddle just for spanking him with when he did wrong.
When they had graduated, Chase made him keep it, as a reminder to do right, with a warning that he would not hesitate to use it again if he needed to.
Heatwave had stored it in a back corner of his room, loathed even to look at the hated metal object.
He absolutely despised being second youngest; even though he was leader, the two older Bots felt they had to look after him along with Blades.
Heatwave squirmed a bit as he realized he gave them plenty of opportunities to correct him, since he was the most rebellious Bot, and the one to argue orders and the one most likely to disobey and do what he pleased.
Boulder had never gone further then lecturing him, but Chase had spanked him on several occasions, never asking for the detested paddle though.
Now, as Heatwave stood trembling in front of the cold steel door, he knew what was in store for him.
He had lied outright to Kade when he said he would be in the bunker, instead sneaking off to the park for a walk.
The Bots were not allowed out on their own, but Heatwave was in a mood, and hadn't cared about breaking one of the number one rules.
An emergency had occurred, and even though Heatwave made it back in time, even managing to make it look as if he had been in the bunker all along by using a little used tunnel to get back in, the look he got from the team told him he had been found out, and was in deep, deep trouble.
As soon as they had gotten back, Chase had sent Heatwave to fetch the paddle and come to his room.
Hanging his head in shame, and trembling violently in dread of the painful punishment, Heatwave opened Chase's door- and froze.
Seated inside on Chase's bed were Chase, Boulder, and Blades, with the rest of the team standing in front of their Bots: Chief Charlie, Graham, Dani, and even Cody standing with Dani.
Kade was with his dad, a scowl on his face.
Blades and Cody looked like they had been crying, and would not look at him; Dani and Kade emanated fury; Graham and Boulder looked severely disappointed; and the chief and Chase looked both firm and calm where they sat.
"Come in." Chief Charlie stated sternly, and Heatwave crept to the center of the room, where a large chair was facing the rest of the team, letting the door swish shut behind him.
Heatwave knew without asking why the chair was positioned in that way.
Standing beside the chair, he stared shamefacedly at the floor.
He had hidden the paddle behind his back as he entered, and was now standing with both arms behind him, shifting nervously.
Chief Charlie got up and walked stiffly across the room to stand directly in front of the shamed firebot.
Heatwave avoided looking at him, fixing his gaze firmly on the tips of his fireproof metallic boots that were as much a part of his skin as his face, which, if not having already been red, would have been warmly glowing crimson with the shame and embarrassment.
The chief looked at him steadily for several moments, the big red Bot could feel his gaze burning through the top of his bowed head, making him shuffle his feet uncomfortably, wishing they would just get on with it.
"What's behind your back?" the chief finally asked gently.
Heatwave, startled, looked at him, then nearly cringed.
"A p-paddle." He all but whispered, shifting unhappily as he said the distasteful word.
"Show us then." Chief Charlie motioned for Heatwave to bring the hated object around where they all could see it, and the firebot reluctantly complied.
"Do you know why we are using it?" Chief Charlie asked next, still no trace of anger in his voice.
"Because I have done wrong." Heatwave mumbled fretfully, eyes on the floor again.
"Almost." The chief paced in front of him for a second. " You have lied to Kade, you have broken one of our number one rules by going out in town alone, and you have been disrespectful and rude to everyone all day."
Heatwave did cringe at that reminder.
He had been sassing everyone, even the chief, defied earlier correction from Chase, and even hurt Cody's feelings.
Heatwave drooped as his eyes dimmed drastically.
He almost didn't hear Kade speaking sharply to him, and he snapped his focus back quickly.
" You got that?" Kade snapped, obviously been telling him something and he had not been listening.
Heatwave shook his head, trembling once more as a displeased look overcame the chief's patient expression.
"Then you will just have to find out on your own, since you insist on being spiteful." Kade spat.
"I'm not being spiteful, I was thinking, you f***ing b**ch!" the words were out before he could stop them, and Heatwave knew he had sealed his fate with those words.
The whole team raised their eyebrows, and Cody cringed, hands over his ears.
"I think Heatwave needs more corrective discipline then we thought." Chief Charlie said sternly.
"Yeah, you know we don't swear." Graham said severely.
"I believe it is time to start the punishment." With Chase's words, Heatwave felt as if he had just been gutted, and he felt his energon pump go into overdrive.
" Ask Boulder to have a seat, and show him to the chair." Dani coldly commanded the nervous Bot, who stammered out the request.
Boulder strode to the chair and seated himself on it, looking sadly at the shaky firebot who would not meet his gaze.
"Give him the paddle, and ask for a spanking." Kade instructed his Bot, glaring at him even though Heatwave would not look at him.
This is mortifying. Heatwave thought as he slowly handed Boulder the paddle. "P-please spank me." Heatwave was horrified when his voice came out as a squeak, and he covered his face as he bit his lip.
"I am sorry to do this." Heatwave felt his arms gently grasped in Boulder's enormous hands, then he was being tugged over the green Bot's lap and secured there.
Heatwave lowered his hands and gripped Boulder's leg tightly; feeling his energon blood racing though his body, dread forcefully griping him and causing a whimper to escape his lips.
Boulder could feel Heatwave trembling in his lap, and he longed to comfort him, but a slight shake of Chase's head stopped him.
Heatwave squeezed his eyes shut as Boulder tapped the paddle on his exposed rear, signaling him the agonizing pain was about to start.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
With the first few strikes, Heatwave wanted to jump up and run while rubbing his already flaming skidplate.
Boulder was hitting hard.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
The next smacks were even harder then the first ones.
Heatwave squirmed, fighting back tears.
CRACK!
CRACK!
Heatwave whimpered as he realized that the big green Bot was doing it slow, to allow the full sting of each heavy spank to sink in before he smacked the next, even harder one, down.
CRACK!
Heatwave cried out as this one landed on the exact same spot as the one before, shooting blistering pain in waves through his body.
CRACK!
CRACK!
"Ow! Ow, please!" Heatwave sniffled, trying to hold back his tears.CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Heatwave let out a wail and kicked out hard, earning himself a smack to his thighs with the hated paddle.
Heatwave wailed again, but laid still, tears dripping down his cheeks now.
CRACK!
Heatwave sobbed, clutching Boulder's legs in a death grip as he fought the urge to reach back and cover his burning rear.
" Only five more from me, buddy, that one to your thighs didn't count, but first Graham wants to talk to you. If you don't behave, you will get more then was planned on." Boulder warned him, and rested the paddle on Heatwave's throbbing rear, making him shudder.
"Why did you run off?" Graham's voice came to Heatwave, and he shrank at the question.
"Open your eyes and look at me." Graham commanded, but Heatwave could not force them open.
He gasped as the paddle lifted from his rear and was smacked down heavily, and he let out a harsh sob of protest.
"Answer me." Graham said evenly. " And look at me."
"I-I can't!" Heatwave cried as he felt the paddle lift again, and he thrashed desperately, but to no avail.
CRACKCRACKCRACK!
All three hit his most sensitive areas, two right on his thighs and one across his sit-spots.
By this time the smacks had reached their highest point of pain, and Heatwave knew Boulder would not go over, but it still hurt worse then he remembered, and it was all he could do not to beg continually for mercy.
Heatwave sobbed, kicking and squirming frantically as two more smacked down on his sit-spots, making him wail again, choking on his own sobs.
"Shh buddy, calm down and answer." Boulder's large, gentle hand began rubbing his back, and his soothing, concerned voice reached his ears, as did Chase's disapproving one. " No comfort until it is over."
"But he needs too-" Boulder began.
"Just do as he says." Kade snapped.
The hand that had been rubbing his back lifted, but it had worked.
Heatwave had calmed enough he felt he could open his eyes now, even though he was still quietly sobbing.
Lifting his gaze, he stared at a blurry image of Graham peering at him sadly.
Heatwave sniffled and swiped a hand across his eyes, clearing them for a second so he could see clearly.
"Why did you go to the park? You know you can't go out in town by yourself unless absolutely necessary!" Graham scolded.
Heatwave sniffled.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chase nod at Boulder, and he let out a whine as he felt the paddle lift once more.
CRACK!
Heatwave faced a painful dilemma.
If he told why he ran off, he was sure to be given a good thrashing for that one.
If he lied, he may get off easier, but if he were found out, his rear would be given the worst tanning yet.
CRACK!
Heatwave yelped and kicked out again, receiving two more hits to his thighs, making his tears blind him once more as he cried loudly.
It was obvious he was to be spanked till he answered, then however many else he was going to get.
Heatwave chose to lie, in hopes of staving off some punishment.
" I-I felt b-bad and and want-ted to sta-stay away from y-you for for it." Heatwave struggled to speak through his sobs.
Silence greeted his words, and he started quivering as he waited for someone to speak.
"This is not going to look good on your report, Heatwave." Chase finally spoke sternly from where he sat on his bed. "We all know that was a lie. Optimus trusts you, you need to be honest with us."
Every three months, Optimus came to check on them to see how they were doing.
Chase and Heatwave kept reports on everyone's behavior, and if needed, Optimus would punish whoever had behaved worse.
Almost every time Heatwave would get a spanking, and once Blades did as well, but last time the firebot had managed to behave enough he got off without any punishment whatsoever.
He was hoping for that again, but this would ruin it, and he hoped Optimus would not paddle him like his teammates were.
It had been years since he had been paddled, and he wanted it to be many more years till he saw it again.
Preferably never.
"Give him ten, then let him answer." Chief Charlie said heavily.
Boulder hesitated. " But that would be a total of 36. Are you sure?" he asked in trepidation.
The police chief nodded, a flicker of sadness on his face as Boulder miserably lifted high the paddle.
"NO! NO! STOP! PLLEEAASSEE!" Heatwave wailed as the first of the ten came down. "I'll t-tell you!"
Every five seconds, like clockwork, a searing spank landed on his blazing rear.
Heatwave was sobbing like a young one getting his first paddling, begging, pleading, promising frantically to no avail between spanks, and dimly heard Chase say to the chief that he should have been using the paddle more often, and would do so from now on.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was only almost a minute, the ten scorching spanks were done, and his smoldering bottom felt roasted and burned.
Heatwave sobbed harshly as the cold steel of the paddle rested on his blistering bottom, and he cringed.
Boulder did not speak, but knowing the areas the firebot liked being touched best, he did stroke Heatwave's heaving shoulders gently, then tickled his finger tips over each rung of his ladder in turn, lastly rubbing his thumb over Heatwave's knuckles, circling the openings where water dripped out, puddling on the floor.
This time, Chase offered no resistance to the comfort.
"Please Heatwave, tell me why you went to the park on your own." Graham pleaded once the shuddering red Bot had calmed a bit.
"I wanted to spite you all." Heatwave whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes and letting out a keening sound after he confessed it.
"Someone could have been hurt." Chief Charlie said harshly. "Even though you made it back in time, someone may have seen you without Kade, and you may have not made it if you hadn't been as quick as you were. We make rules for a reason, and they are meant to be obeyed."
Heatwave sniffled, tears running down his face like rain.
But I made it! And some rules are bullsh*t! He screamed inwardly.
"You were lucky in making it, but not with your swearing" Heatwave almost croaked as Kade responded.
He had not realized he just spoke aloud.
"I am not spanking him anymore. I am not going to go over our limit and hurt him!" Boulder said heatedly as Chase ordered him to spank the shivering red Bot again.
"He needs to learn his lesson, and it appears he is not." Chase stated gravely.
"I learned! I learned!" Heatwave pleaded desperately.
"Chase, he still has two more spankings to go through. His skidplate is already showing wear, we can always let Optimus finish the punishment to avoid over-punishment in one day." Boulder told the police Bot firmly, stroking Heatwave gently as the firebot wilted in his lap.
Chase frowned. "Heatwave, go stand in that corner while we discuss this." He commanded.
Sniffling, Heatwave pushed himself off Boulder's lap and shuffled towards the corner, head hanging.
Carefully, he put a hand back to try and sooth his aching rear, but a sharp reprimand from Chase made him jerk his hand back to the front.
"Hands on your head." Chase ordered once he reached the corner, and Heatwave obeyed, sick with humiliation.
The big red Bot shifted from one foot to the other as he leaned the brim of his hat into the wall, moaning softly in agony as a fire raged in his rear, begging for him to rub it away.
He tried to hear what was being discussed, but all he heard was hushed murmurs.
How he wished he had never learned to swear.
He was not yet sorry for lying to Kade, nor running off, but he did wish he had not hurt Cody's feelings earlier, ignored Chase, or sassed everyone.
Maybe they would go easier on him if not for all that.
Heatwave suddenly hit upon an idea to sooth his rear: spray it.
After all, his hands were on his head still if he pointed the nozzles in his knuckles down.
Heatwave carefully maneuvered his hands, but before he could try out his idea, Chase called out to him.
"I can see what you are trying to do. Come here."
Slowly, Heatwave turned, still sniffling, and made his way to the police Bot.
Stopping in front of him, Heatwave forced himself to look at the stern blue and white Bot, but only making it up to his chest before drooping as before.
Chase reached out and gripped Heatwave's chin firmly, titling his head so he had no choice but to look up.
Heatwave hated that his eyes filled with tears once more as Chase silently watched him for a moment.
"We have decided not to punish you any further for your language today, Heatwave." Chase told him. "However, we will be continuing your former punishment."
Chase released Heatwave and the firebot took a step back, uncertain.
"Ask for the paddle back." Kade ordered.
Hesitantly, Heatwave looked around at the team, his eyes coming to rest on Boulder, who smiled sadly at him.
"Please can I have the paddle back?" Heatwave asked, shame flooding his system and causing his voice to crack.
"Say, May I please have MY paddle back." Kade instructed, and Heatwave glared daggers at him, clenching his jaw tightly and not saying a word.
"Say it." Chief Charlie said firmly, and Heatwave drooped.
"Please may I have my paddle back." He mumbled, staring at the floor while his face flamed, even though no one could tell, he could feel it.
"We only do this because we love you." Boulder told him as he handed the detested metal paddle back over.
Heatwave gingerly took the paddle back, cringing as Kade issued another command. "Say thank you, Heatwave."
"Thank you." Heatwave muttered, resisting the urge to throw the paddle at Kade.
"Now ask Blades to come and spank you." Kade instructed next.
Heatwave dropped the paddle with a clatter onto the floor. "Not Blades!" he exclaimed, taking several steps back and looking in horror at Chase.
"Do it, Heatwave." Chase ordered harshly.
"No." Heatwave meant to sound commanding, but it came out more as a plea.
For the baby of the team to punish him by paddling him was more humiliation then he could handle.
Chase stood up, and walked towards him.
Heatwave suddenly didn't care what it looked like, he ran from Chase.
To his dismay, the door was locked when he tried to open it, and he whimpered as he tried to avoid the inevitable.
Sure enough, Chase cornered him in a short time, and stood with his arms folded, looking sternly at the trembling red Bot, who was cowering against the wall, covering his bum with both hands in a futile attempt to protect it from further pain.
"Chase, please, I-I can't be punished by Blades! He's the youngest!" Heatwave pleaded as Chase reached out and took a hold of his shoulders, turning him around to face the wall and pulling his hands aside.
"Chase! Chase, please!" Heatwave cried brokenly as he felt Chase brace him against the wall, and slowly dismantle the first layer of protective metallic skin on his skidplate.
"Not, not bare, not in front of everyone." Heatwave sobbed pleadingly as the hard layer painfully came off.
A loud smack! smack! smack! echoed throughout the room, and Heatwave gasped in pain as Chase swatted his now even more sensitive, and already aching, rear.
Chase landed three more hard swats to his unprotected and tender bottom as Heatwave sobbed in pain and humiliation.
Four more harsh swats, and Heatwave's trembling knees buckled.
Chase caught him as he fell, and cradled him gently, sitting on the cool concrete floor, his back to the rest of the team.
"What was that for?" he softly asked Heatwave, wiping the tears that flowed down the unhappy firebot's cheeks as he sobbed.
"It, it hurt to much!" Heatwave cried, clutching at the soft underskin on his skidplate and whimpering.
He was sure it was glowing red with heat, and Chase did not prevent him from trying to lessen the throbbing pain.
"Why did you run from me?" Chase asked tenderly.
Heatwave peered up at him through his tears, unsure at Chase's kind tone.
"You were going to make me ask Blades for a spa-spanking." He bawled miserably as Chase gently removed Heatwave's hands from his sore bum, holding them tightly in his own.
"And I still am." Chase told him firmly, but kindly. "You know you deserve it."
Heatwave wilted, hanging his head.
Yes, he did deserve it, but that did not make him willingly get spanked by the youngest on the team.
"Turn around please, Heatwave." Chase commanded gently, releasing the firebot's hands.
Heatwave clutched frantically at his rear again, looking at Chase pleadingly, desperately trying to develop what the humans termed, 'puppy eyes'.
Chase looked at him in amusement. " I am not spanking you, I am putting your top layer back on. I would never allow you to be paddled bare." He assured the nervous red Bot, who hesitantly turned once more to the wall.
Heatwave held still as the protective skin-like covering was once more secured into place, breathing a sigh of relief once it was over.
Chase took his hand, and helped him to his feet, then led him back to the rest of the team, keeping hold of his hand.
Heatwave stared at the floor as Chase left him and returned to his seat, wishing this could all just be a really bad dream.
"Pick. It. Up." Heatwave jumped guiltily.
Kade was been speaking to him again while he had not been paying attention.
Gingerly, he knelt down and picked the paddle back up, looking resignedly at Blades as he straightened.
"Don't say it, don't say it, I don't wanna do it!" Blades pleaded, covering his ears.
Boulder leaned over and whispered something in Blades's ear, and the young Bot nodded sadly, smiling gratefully at the green Bot.
"Go on, say it now." Blades told Heatwave.
"Please come and spank me." Heatwave forced the words out, the gutted feeling twisting the tubing and wiring in his body.
Blades sprang up and ran to the chair, sitting down on it hurriedly.
"What's the rush?" Heatwave grumbled as he slowly followed. "Suddenly looking forward to this?"
Heatwave wouldn't blame the helibot if he was.
Heatwave had spanked him a number of times, so it would only be natural for the youngest Bot to look forward to punishing him for once, and he expected Blades to make the best of it.
"No." Blades surprised him by saying. "Boulder said the faster I start, the faster I'm done." He held out his hand for the paddle.
With a grunt, Heatwave handed it over, then laid himself in the orange-and white Bot's lap, not clutching Blades's leg, as he didn't want to hurt him.
"Ten, Blades." Chase told the young Bot, and Blades nodded before raising the paddle and bringing it down hard on Heatwave's already scuffed up skidplate.
Heatwave yelped softly, but before he had time to recover from the first hit, the second and third ones came down in rapid succession, targeting spots that had hardly been touched previously.
"Please don't be loud, Heatwave." Blades begged as Heatwave let out a shriek as Blades smacked the very center of his bum so hard with the fourth and fifth smacks, he thought it might split the plating.
"Then, don't, OWCH! hit so, owow, hard!" Heatwave panted as the sixth and seventh spanks came down on the sides of his rear.
"Don't listen to him, Blades. He needs the pain." Chief Charlie warned the young helibot.
Heatwave bit his fingers as smacks eight and nine burned the top of his bum.
"Place the last one across his sit-spots; make it hard." Chase commanded.
"No, no please!" Heatwave begged, then bit down hard on his fingers as he fought back a wail of pain that still came out slightly choked as Blades slammed the paddle right across the sensitive spots.
"Maybe not that hard." He dimly heard Kade mutter painfully.
"Now what?" Heatwave heard Blades ask while the firebot tried to hold back his sobs.
"Well," he heard Dani sigh from somewhere nearby. " Cody and I were supposed to talk to him."
"I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Heatwave burst out. " I never meant to, okay, I did at the time, but Cody, I'm sorry! You are still my friend; I should never have told you you were a jerk like Kade. I'm sorry!"
"Well, that kinda takes care of it." Dani remarked wryly. "Now how about all the mean stuff you said to the rest of us?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Heatwave sobbed, and Blades began to tear up; Heatwave could hear him start sniffling.
" Blades, you can tell him to get up now." Boulder coaxed the now-trembling helibot.
Heatwave scrambled off and took Blades into his arms to sooth him before the orange ad white Bot could say anything.
"Shhh, it's okay Blades, I deserved it, you did great." He whispered gently, rocking the youngest back and forth a bit, trying to calm himself too. "Thank you."
"I-I didn't want to hurt you!" Blades snuggled into Heatwave's rare embrace, soaking up every smidgen of affection he could from the big red Bot.
"You did fine." Heatwave held him for a moment longer, then released him with a gentle push towards Boulder, giving the green Bot a pointed look.
Boulder nodded, and opened his strong arms for Blades to crash into, and rubbed the helibot's back tenderly as the youngest finished crying on him.
Dani, and Cody, who smiled at Heatwave, making the firebot almost limp with relief, returned to the bed.
No one knew when Blades had thrown the paddle to the ground, but Kade instructed Heatwave to pick it up once more, and ask Chase over.
Heatwave knew without asking Chase was giving him the hardest part of the punishment; something in the way the blue and white police Bot steeled himself as he got up made Heatwave burst into tears once more.
Instead of asking for a spanking, Heatwave found himself clutching the paddle and hastily stumbling backwards, pleading desperately with the stern Bot.
"Please, not hard, please not hard!" he heard himself wailing, and Chase looked at him sadly as the normally proud firebot unashamedly begged.
"Come here, Heatwave." Chase gently coaxed, and Heatwave stumbled towards him, sobbing harshly as he realized he could not hope to get away.
Half-blinded by tears, the firebot nearly bumped into Chase except for the blue and white Bot steadying him as he caught him.
"Paddle, please." Chase reminded him softly when the red Bot just stood there shaking, trying to quiet his crying.
Heatwave gave up and cried bitterly, handing the paddle over to Chase and going limp as he felt the police Bot guide him over his knees.
For a moment nothing happened, Heatwave just lay there crying, then something cold and hard snapped around his wrists.
Heatwave's eyes snapped open and struggled to focus, a miserable cry escaping from his lips as he realized he had just been handcuffed.
Heatwave struggled fiercely for a few seconds before giving up and submitting to his fate.
"You do not have to ask for this one." Chase spoke softly. "I'm starting now. Feel free to scream all you like."
Heatwave tensed up when Chase said that, and his eyes rolled desperately.
While doing so, he noticed the rest of the team save Chief Charlie and Kade quickly leaving.
Heatwave felt terrified at the thought of being nearly alone with Chase to be punished, further confirming his fears of it being the hardest.
CRACK!
Heatwave lurched forward, eyes bulging as he screeched with pain.
CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!
Chase was not only hitting very hard, he was going fast too, and Heatwave bawled, sobs wracking his body, feeling trapped and helpless with his hands cuffed together.
CRACKCRACK!
"I'm SO-S-SOR-R-R-RY!" Heatwave wailed, kicking frantically, desperately trying to break the handcuffs to try and cover his burning bottom. "P-ple-e-ease, ST-T-T-OP-P-P-P!"
"I'm sorry too." Chase said sadly as he continued the assault on Heatwave's scratched and dented skidplate. "From now on, obey the rules and you will never have to go through this again."
Chase did not know whether Heatwave could hear him or not, the firebot was crying so hard.
Chase was aiming for a hundred, and he struggled to squash the part of him that wished to stop now and pull the bawling Bot into his arms and hold him until it was all better again.
He knew he had to be firm, or else the stubborn Bot would keep doing wrong.
As for Heatwave, his whole world had shrank to a fiery flame that was lit afresh in his rear every second.
All he knew was the agony that sent his energon blood hammering through his tubing, and the dull pain in his vocalizer and vocalization wires from all the crying.
His optic eyes ached, his butt was on fire, his throat hurt, and then it got unbelievably worse.
Chase was spreading his legs apart, meaning he was going to spank his inner thighs as well.
Heatwave fought, but he was weakened from pain.
After a few moments of struggle, a fresh burn erupted on the insides of his legs, forcing out hoarse screams from between his lips with every smack.
Chase only placed ten spanks on the insides of Heatwave's legs; there was no need for more.
Heatwave had gone completely limp, uncontrollable sobbing shuddering through him, and he let out a hoarse wail with every smack of the paddle.
After another ten whacks, Chase slowed the pace.
The chief and Kade were waiting to speak to the bawling firebot.
"Chase, just stop!" Kade burst out when the police Bot glanced at him. "He's learned, okay?"
"For once, I agree." The chief said, looking shaken by the firebot's cried of pain.
Chase hesitated.
"Please Chase, finish this another day, like you said." Chief Charlie looked hopefully at his partner.
Chase nodded and flung the paddle far from him, scooping Heatwave's limp body into a strong embrace, wiping the flood of tears from his cheeks and scooting the chair out of the water that was puddled on the floor from where the red Bot had lost control of his spray nozzles and jetted the floor in spurts.
Chief Charlie unlocked the handcuffs, and Kade stood by almost protectively, keeping an eye on his troublesome partner as he bawled in Chase's arms.
Once Heatwave calmed down, he apologized to everyone again, and actually behaved the rest of the week.
Of course, that may have had to do with the nightly spanking he received from Chase before bed each day during that time frame.
In any case, by the time Optimus came and indeed used the hated paddle on the firebot, his habit of swearing had been thoroughly broken, and he had even cooled his attitude a bit.
He was still Cranky Bot, but at least he saved most of his temper for Kade instead of the whole team and everybody was content with that, even Kade.