WARNING: First of all I want to make it clear that I DIDN'T WRITE this fic, it was written by Lexus Grey, all the credits go to him/her. I found the story on Lexus Grey's LiveJournal account. My only intention is to share his/her magnificent work. Again I don't want to take any credits for the story. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Chapter 1

"All right, class dismissed," Jean said with a smile as the last bell of the day rang out.

The students couldn't get out of the room fast enough – it was Friday!

Jean turned to Emma Frost, who had been observing the lesson. "So the reason we—" Jean started to explain something but was cut off.

"I'm well aware," Emma interrupted with a wave of her hand. "And I'm well aware of something else, too, that I'd rather not be, but alas, if only we could choose what we hear." She looked over at the door and it closed with a click.

Jean raised an eyebrow and sat down on the edge of her desk. "And what would that be?" she asked politely.

"My Dolce sunglasses have gone missing. A little bird told me what happened to them."

Jean laughed. Only Emma could make a pair of sunglasses sound so important.

Emma's ice blue eyes narrowed. "They were a gift, Jean," she said stiffly.

"I'm sorry Emma," Jean replied, shaking her head. "I'll get you another pair."

Emma's teeth clenched as her temper flared. "You do not take things that belong to me!" she shouted. "And you do NOT put my sunglasses up Scott's ass no matter what the situation seems to call for!"

Emma was furious, and Jean just wanted to die laughing. How could Emma be so upset over a pair of sunglasses, whether they were a gift or not? She'd love to get inside Emma's head. What a labyrinth of snowflakes must be waiting there. "They're just sunglasses," she finally managed to say lamely.

Emma balled her hands into fists and took a measured step closer to Jean. She was upset over more than the sunglasses, but she was not about to explain herself to Jean bloody fucking Grey. She stood for a moment, deciding whether or not to flat-out knock Jean upside the head…

Jean's face finally turned serious when Emma didn't say anything. She sighed and pushed off of her desk to stand awkwardly in the silence that stretched between them. "I'm sorry. What more can I say, Emma?"

"Nothing," Emma said with a quick shake of her head. "But you can do something for me."

"What's that?" Jean asked.

"Turn around," Emma instructed.

Jean hesitantly turned around, finding the request a bit odd.

Emma walked slowly over and stopped just behind Jean. With one quick motion she took Jean by a fistful of hair and bent her over the desk.

Jean gasped as her cheek came into contact with the cool cherry wood. "Ow," she breathed quietly.

Emma maintained a very tight grip on Jean's hair, a thrill running through her at the position she had her colleague in. Delicious.

Jean didn't want to guess what was coming. She closed her eyes and tensed, but nothing happened.

"Jean, get me the paddle from your top drawer," Emma finally spoke.

A shiver ran through Jean's body. "Emma, no," she pleaded. "This kind of punishment is for the children…"

Emma landed a sharp swat to the seat of Jean's pants. "Now, Jean," she said sternly.

Jean jumped in surprise and felt a hot blush spread over her face. She couldn't believe that Emma actually intended to spank her! She was a grown woman and—

"You do not want me to have to go get it," Emma's voice interrupted her train of thought.

Jean blushed even darker at the scolding and concentrated on the desk drawer. It opened and she telekinetically lifted the heavy wooden paddle out, floating it to Emma and resisting the urge to smack the back of her head with it.

"I heard that," Emma said, snatching the paddle out of the air. She leaned over Jean and whispered in her ear. "It'll cost you."

It had been a long time since Jean had projected a thought without meaning to, but now was not the time to dwell on it. She could feel Emma's warm breath tickle her ear and she very much wanted to run away… but she also didn't. Any student that had done what she'd done would have been paddled by her, so what would it say about her character if she didn't hold herself to the same standards? At any rate, having Emma so close was unnerving. And apparently her errant thought projection had made it worse? How could it be worse?

Jean's question was answered when she felt Emma's hands beneath her, working open the buttons of her Levis. Her breath hitched and she struggled briefly against the indignity.

"Stop it, unless you want to lose the underwear too," Emma said blandly.

Jean froze, and it was enough for Emma to quickly slide her pants down to her knees. "Are you going to give me trouble, young lady?" Emma asked in her teacher tone.

Jean felt like a damn student, her jeans around her knees, about to get paddled… "I—no," she answered. "No trouble."

"No, what?" Emma asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes that Jean of course couldn't see.

"What? Oh come on Emma!" she protested indignantly, until she felt Emma's fingers in the waistband of her panties. "No!" she shrieked, her pride warring with her need to not have her naked ass on display to Emma. "No Ma'am!" she forced out quickly. "I won't be any trouble."

A self-satisfied smirk pulled at the corners of Emma's lips. "Good." She let go of Jean's panties and rested the paddle against them. "How many do you deserve, little girl?" she asked with a leer at the woman bent over in front of her.

Jean groaned, though a tiny little part of her was enjoying herself despitethe humiliation. She chose to ignore that part. "I don't know, for God's sake Emma!" she said frustratedly.

Emma raised an eyebrow and in one fluid motion she yanked Jean's panties down to join her pants and landed a sharp, stinging crack of the paddle on the redhead's naked backside. "What did you say to me?" she barked.

Jean cried out in pain and gripped the desk hard. "Aaah! I'm sorry! Oh God that hurts, Emma, please, I'm sorry," she pleaded.

"Excuse me?" Emma asked, bringing the paddle down hard a second time, thoroughly enjoying her role.

Tears stung Jean's eyes, her ass already on fire after only two strokes. "I meant Ma'am," she said in a shaky voice, the tightening in her stomach betraying her sensibilities. "I—I'm sorry, please Ma'am…"

Emma nearly purred, determined to keep Jean in her place until she was ready to allow her otherwise. "That's better," she said softly. "But I'm not going to stop. I make the rules and you follow them, young lady. Is that clear?"

Jean tried so hard to fight her next words but her body overpowered her mind and she bit her lip before answering. "Yes Ma'am, I'll be a good girl."