Tom sat by the lake. He was enjoying the solitude. He smirked at how the building crumbled. Good day, good day.

Magneto walked up to him. "What part of 'don't draw attention to yourself' do you not understand?"

He groaned and took it back. Bad day, "I didn't hurt too many," he told him, "Asides, no one saw me."

He rolled his eyes. "No one except the local news crew! You're on TV now!"

"Hope they got my good side" he rubbed his chin and thought.

He growled. "Let's go back to Genosha."

"Can't I just continue to relax?" he sighed.

"No. Let's go." He used metal to pull him along.

"Ah!" he complained, "Ok, let go. I'm coming!"

He got into their jet and sat down as the pilot started driving. He glared at Tom. Tom just crossed his arms. He almost looked like a teenager the way he reacted to being scolded.

"Come here," he said to him, making a quick decision.

"Yes?" he came over. It was no point in not, he'd just get pulled over.

He stood. "Bend over the back of the chair."

"For what? Having fun? "He just crossed his arms and looked at him. Tom sighed and bent over the chair. With Magneto's stupid power there was no fighting.

He pulled down his pants and swatted his left cheek hard.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it!"

He grunted and sighed.

"Now why did you feel the need to draw attention to yourself?" he asked as he continued.

"I didn't feel a need. I felt bored."

"Well you made that a lot longer than it had to be!"

He gritted his teeth, "Well I made it interesting." Magneto rolled his eyes and continued spanking him, "Is this necessary?"

"Yes. And if you continue like this I'll use something worse." He sputtered. This was humiliating. He continued bringing his hand down, swatting him hard.

"Magneto this is uncalled for. I am not a child!" he began to squirm under the hits.

"Yet you insist on acting like one."

"I can't help it if the job needs something interesting to happen."

"Ii didn't hire you for 'interesting'," he growled.

"You hardly pay me at all," he rolled his eyes.

"I saved you from jail, imbecile, and unless you want to go back I suggest you obey me!" He began to give him upward swats to his sit spots.

"Ow!" he gasped, "OK, I get the idea," he bit his lip.

"Good," he said as he kept swatting him.

"You can stop," he sniffed.

"I don't think so."

He couldn't will himself to stay still for it any longer. He pushed Magneto away and just backed away from him rubbing his bottom.

He glared at him, and then wrapped metal around his wrists to pull him back over the chair and hold him there. "You just earned a metal spatula."

He tried to drag his feet and stall the inevitable, "I've already learned my lesson," he guaranteed.

He bound his feet to keep them down too as he formed a metal spatula and brought it down hard on his rear.

"OW!" he complained. He brought it down in the same spot, "Ow!" he sobbed.

He began to spank him hard with it, quickly.

He sobbed and pulled at the metal, "Please stop," he begged.

"Are you going to be good?"

"Yes," he nodded.

He gave him 6 more, and then let him go.

He sobbed and rubbed his bottom. That was very unpleasureable.