Wanda Maximoff stepped gingerly into the discipline room. She had not thought she would have to come here. She was hugging herself, and Natasha walked her to one of the recliners with a hand on her shoulder. She, unlike Wanda, had anticipated this moment, and had moved the "essentials" into the room a few weeks before.
"Jacket off, and on that hook." Natasha said, and Wanda obeyed. Natasha sat down on the recliner and motioned Wanda over. Wanda obeyed again, but the tips of her hair were levitating a little, showing her distress. Wanda removed her jacket and Natasha noticed a slight problem. Wanda was wearing a tight thigh length dress over equally tight jeans. And the fact that the sleeves were translucent while the torso was not meant there were layers underneath. Baring Wanda's bottom was going to be difficult.
Natasha stood up and put an arm over Wanda's shoulders. "You'll have to get rid of that dress, love." She said, kissing Wanda's forehead when the girl blushed. "I'll step out for a minute. Take it off, and put your jacket back on. Lower your jeans to mid thigh too, they're too tight for me to pull down." Wanda sniffled, unable to meet Natasha's eyes. Natasha raised Wanda's chin to look at her. "If you hate something but have to do it?" she prompted. "Get it over with!" Wanda replied as she had been taught, and nodded quickly. Natasha left the room. Wanda started to undress as quickly as she could.
"Captain Rogers, Agent Barton, Please go to Peter Parker's room immediately!" Jarvis called out in the lounge. Steve and Clint glanced at each other and ran to the elevator.
In Peter's room, Peter was sitting huddled on a bean bag while Pietro flashed around the room. He was talking continuously, though it made no sense when he was moving so fast. Steve moved into Pietro's path and caught him. "What's going on?" he asked the boys.
"He started doing it around two minutes after Nat took Wanda to..." Peter stopped, flushing.
"It's Natasha! She can throw you down to the floor, Cap, and she's strong. Wanda can't take pain, and she's not used to punishment like we are, they've been gone for so long, and she's going to be..." Pietro was vibrating, his hands blurring even though Steve was holding him still.
"Wanda is going to be fine!" Clint stepped up, putting his hands on Pietro's shoulders. "Come on, let's go down to the lounge and wait for her." All four of them moved to the lounge where they sat, Pietro held by Clint and Peter leaning on Steve.
"Hasn't it been an hour?" Pietro asked.
"Seven minutes, dude!" Peter snapped.
"That's a long time." Pietro said, and Clint pulled him in tighter. Poor Natasha, Clint thought, having to hold Wanda each time his lightning got into trouble.
Natasha returned to the discipline room after a few minutes. Wanda was facing the wall, jacket on and jeans around her knees. Natasha sat down, pressed the button to open up the recliner, and called Wanda to her side, taking her hand and gently pulling her over her lap. She rubbed Wanda's back while the recliner did its work, supporting Wanda's legs and torso. Once she was in position, Natasha folded the jacket up Wanda's back, along with the inner layers of her clothing. Then, she put her hands into the hem of Wanda's pantyhose.
"No need to be embarrassed now. Raise your bottom up a little." Natasha patted Wanda's bottom, and Wanda pleaded, "Please? Just this once?"
"It wouldn't be fair to the boys, little Witch." Natasha replied. "Come on!" Wanda raised her hips, and Natasha pulled down the hose to join the girl's jeans. Only to find - a thong.
"Let it be up, please?" Wanda asked. "It's not in the way?"
Natasha paused for a moment before asking, "You'd prefer to leave it up?"
"Yes," Wanda answered hopefully.
"Then it does make a difference, so it's coming down. It's not a bare bottom otherwise." Natasha said as she pulled the string of the thong down to join Wanda's jeans. Wanda closed her eyes.
Natasha took a deep breath, raised her hand, and brought it down sharply on the middle of Wanda's bottom. Wanda clenched her fists, wanting the ordeal to get over. Quick and hard, the spanks fell, warming up her bottom. Wanda began to squirm.
"It's taking too long!" Pietro said. "He's right, Cap!" a voice came from Steve's shoulder, and he glanced at his watch. They still had a while to go.
"Jarvis, load Pictionary" he said. It was usually a lot of fun to play Pictionary with holograms, but today the boys were on edge. The game dragged on, tediously.
As Natasha continued spanking, Wanda bit back yelps. God, the woman was good. Is this what the boys went through? Her bottom was being systematically roasted, just like Natasha did everything else. "Ow!" Wanda said as her bottom turned rosy. "Ow! Natasha! Ouch!"
Natasha smiled as the girl finally broke her silence. Unknown to any of the Avengers, Natasha had some experience in giving spankings. Years back, her work had made her the sports mistress of a girls boarding school in Russia, with administering discipline part of her job description. Natasha was trained to cause pain of unbearable proportions and had been wary when she pulled down the first pair of panties. But the exercise of using controlled force to promote good behavior had been refreshing, and she had quickly become an expert. Her students wouldn't have thought she used controlled force, though. One of the names she had earned was the "Three-day wonder," a reference to the number of days a group of girls slept on their stomachs after going over her knee. She had spanked quite a few for calling her some "interesting" names. She had left the school with one thing that was issued to all the teachers, with the principal's permission and good wishes.
Something Wanda was going to be acquainted with, very soon. And it was time to really get to the bottom of things.
"Wanda? Why are you getting spanked, love?" Natasha asked, keeping up the brisk spanking.
"Because I floated too far? And I spied on everyone!" Wanda said quickly, "Oww!"
"Was it that, really?" Natasha landed two searing spanks to the center of each cheek, making Wanda kick.
"Yes!" Wanda shouted, only to receive two more searing spanks, this time to each undercurve.
"Owwwwww!" Wanda shouted and threw a hand back, and Natasha grabbed it, pinning it to Wanda's back.
"Answer this, then." Natasha gave two more hard swats, then lightened the spanking. "We discussed espionage tactics, did we not? The best places for a spy? How to check whether you're being spied upon?"
"Yes?" Wanda said in a watery voice.
"The boys were in the air vent. The most obvious place, was it not?" the question was answered by another "Yes."
"And you, my dear protege, was in the next obvious place. To spy on a meeting which involved Steve Rogers and Clint Barton. And Steve pulled all three of you out, as if you were on sale at a grocery store." Natasha landed a few more hard spanks. Wanda kicked hard. This was getting way too close. Like an intrusion into her mind, which was supposed to be her niche!
Natasha locked Wanda's legs between her own, and started spanking again. "That, my protege, was stupid. And you are not stupid!" Natasha picked up the pace. "I don't know about the boys, but I trained you! Why did you spy on us in a way that would *Spank* obviously *Spank* get you *Spank* caught?"
"Owww! I don't know! Owwww!" Wanda yelled.
"May I go to the restroom, please?" Pietro asked suddenly. Clint raised his head. "Yes," Steve nodded, and Pietro turned towards the direction of the stairs.
"Freeze!" Clint barked, and Pietro stopped in his tracks. "You mean the restroom on this floor, right, Pietro?" Clint asked in a very formal tone.
"Um, actually, I thought I'd go to our floor -" Pietro stopped.
"And why is that?" Clint crossed his arms.
"No reason, really. I'll just sit here. I don't need the restroom." Pietro said, and curled into a ball. Clint glared daggers at him, and Pietro fidgeted again.
"Cap?" Peter asked. "May I go to the workshop for some time?"
"You're not going to stop by the floor above the discipline room on your way, are you Peter?" Steve asked. "I'd hate to see you try to eavesdrop twice in a day. Then we'll have to wait for Natasha to finish for an entirely different reason, won't we?." Peter now sank back against the cushions.
Wanda's bottom was turning red now. Enough, Natasha thought. Time to give the girl some help.
"You know, Wanda dear? Sometimes we do things that we can't justify even to ourselves." Natasha began. Wanda sobbed quietly, and Natasha rubbed her back. "Like when you really want to be a part of a team, even if it requires some unpleasant things?" Wanda sobbed louder. She had not been spanked that hard, but the question was too much to answer.
"You got caught just so that you won't be the only one not getting spanked, didn't you? You wanted to be "with" the boys?" Wanda did not nod but only sobbed. "You don't have to say yes, love. But am I wrong? Did you have any other reason?" Wanda did not answer.
"There are a thousand ways by which you could have accomplished that, child." Natasha started spanking Wanda again, but very lightly. "You could have just come to me. We would have thought of something that was safe, and you could have gone over my knee - maybe a pretend spanking. Or a real one if you wanted a red butt to show off!"
"Natasha!" Wanda tried to turn around in protest.
"Instead, you broke the team's trust by spying on one of our meetings." Wanda winced at the hard spank Natasha gave to drive that point home. "And you put your life in danger!" More hard spanks fell, and Wanda yelped.
"I'm going to make sure this does not happen again, and that's why you're getting this!" Natasha reached back and pulled out her old school souvenir. It was a long hardwood ruler, and it looked heavy. Wanda closed her eyes tightly.
Natasha lined up the ruler on Wanda's bottom, loving the way it felt in her hand. Wanda's bottom was red, but the spanking had been measured and not unbearable. The ruler was hard but flexible enough to teach a lesson quickly, but narrow enough to allow quite a lot of spanking without overlap. Except at Wanda's undercurve, where she would overlap the strokes on purpose. It would finish the job nicely.
She raised the ruler and brought it down on Wanda's bottom. Wanda heard a sharp crack and then felt the sting spread across the crest of her bottom. "Ah!" she yelped. That was too painful! Natasha brought the ruler down three more times, working her way down Wanda's bottom, making the girl cry out each time. Then, Natasha gently shifted Wanda to bring her undercurve into position, and Wanda tried to get free desperately. "Natasha, not there! Please!" However, the ruler landed quickly, three more times, and hard. Right where she sat down. Wanda arched her back and cried.
"It's been too long. Too long!" Pietro rocked to and fro.
"Calm down, lightning!" Clint tried to sooth him, but Peter jumped up. "Cap, it's been a really long time. Can you go and check, please?"
"Boys, quiet down, it's only been-" Steve paused. They had been gone for half an hour. That was very long. And the pause was enough to bring Pietro to his feet.
"I don't care! I'm going to go there and -" Pietro yelled, but Clint pushed him back down.
"Settle down, you two!" Clint looked at both the boys. "You remember how long we held you after we spanked you the first time?" Pietro and Peter looked at each other. That was true. The men sat down next to the boys again.
Natasha cradled Wanda as the girl cried. "If you have a crazy plan, you ask me first, child. Do you understand?" Natasha asked, looking into Wanda's face. "And sometimes, a little duplicity is good." Natasha continued, holding her close.
"I'm sorry!" Wanda sobbed.
"Hush now, it's fine!" Natasha held out a glass of water. "You've been spanked now, and you're going to be fawned upon by the whole team. Just wait, they're going to treat me like a wicked witch!"
"No, they won't," Wanda shook her head.
"Really?" Natasha answered. "I'm willing to bet Steve scolds me because I was too hard on you."
"Well, you were." Wanda said, giving her bottom a rub. "It's going to take me a week to heal!"
"No I wasn't!" Natasha patted her bottom. Wanda was free to act up, even if she would be fine the next day.
"Rulers are evil!" Wanda pouted. That thing had stung!
"They're quick, so..." Natasha shrugged.
"You're mean!" Wanda stuck out her tongue, and got hugged again. After a long time, Natasha helped Wanda up, and walked her out of the room, holding her close.
"Wanda has left the discipline room, Captain." Jarvis announced. Peter jumped on Pietro's back and he ran down. The speed at which they had reacted made the boys seemingly disappear in front of Clint and Steve's eyes. Rolling their eyes, the men made their way to the teens' floor.
Wanda was sandwiched tightly between the boys, and they seemed to not want to let her go, ever. "All right, our turn!" Steve grinned, and Wanda went to him. Steve held her tight, kissing her hair and forehead. "Are you all right, sweetheart?" he asked. Natasha smirked at him.
"She's the princess of Avengers Tower!" Steve said, handing Wanda over to Clint, who held her face cupped in his hands for a second before picking her up in his arms.
"She was my princess before she was yours, Steve, or yours, Nat!" He twirled Wanda around and set her down, still holding her tight. "And you know what that makes Natasha?" he said in a stage whisper, still in a gentle voice. "She's the wicked witch!" Wanda giggled, and Natasha gave her a dry smile as she passed her.
"I'll take you to your room," Pietro said, picking Wanda up.
"You have a class in half an hour!" Steve shouted, but Pietro was long gone. Well, Jarvis would remind him...
Pietro stared at the problem. It did not make any sort of sense, but it had when Cap explained it the first time. Now he couldn't do it, and Cap was going to be angry, and Clint was going to be disappointed, and Wanda...
"Pietro?" Steve cut off his line of thought. "Do you want some help?" Pietro nodded without looking up. "Don't think of the whole problem. Tell me the first thing you'll do." Steve said in a gentle voice, and Pietro said, very tentatively, "Group the coefficients of x?"
"Yes, pet. Do it." Steve said, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Pietro flinched away, then stopped, and blushed. Steve let his hand drop, carefully keeping it in front of the boy.
"Pietro, how many times have I hit you, other than the swats you and Peter seem to love getting?" Steve asked, putting down the pencil in his other hand.
"Never!" Pietro said immediately.
"Is it, really? Think a little, pet" Steve smiled.
"No, I'm sure. You've never hit me." Pietro says vehemently.
"How about the time you learnt to roll with a punch? Or the hand-to-hand training I made you do? Or anytime you and I train?"
"It doesn't really hurt then. It hurts, but it's not like it's actually painful!" Pietro said, not sure where the conversation was going.
"If I can teach you to punch and grapple without hurting you, wouldn't I be able to teach you about some squiggly lines on paper, pet? Would I need to hit you?" Steve asked, again running a hand through Pietro's hair. Pietro relaxed visibly, and Steve pulled him close. "Now, what's the next step?"
"I'm Done!" Peter shouted a few floors below. He had completed the problems Bruce had set him. They had been tough, but Peter had managed to solve them, or so he thought.
Bruce looked up from the book he was reading. "That was quick. Did you finish all of them?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure they're all correct." Peter mumbled. With the way the day was going, he'd probably get everything wrong and get scolded.
"Well, you're done for the day, whether they're correct or not. If there are any mistakes we'll work on them tomorrow." Bruce walked up to Peter and ruffled his hair. "Go on, get on Steve or Tony's nerves now."
Peter went into the workshop and saw a new gauntlet. Was this the Mach 60 or something? He looked closer and saw that it was for the Widow's bites. Mr. Stark was probably working on the triggering and targeting mechanisms.
He touched the door of the cupboard, and Jarvis spoke up. "Peter, you are not allowed to touch that gauntlet unless Mr. Stark or Captain Rogers is present. If you wish, I shall call one of them."
Peter smirked, opened up his StarkPad, and within a few minutes, Jarvis had been silenced. He opened the door, took out the gauntlet and turned it around to look at the targeting mechanism, and -
"Peter Parker!"
Peter froze.
Steve marched up to him with a face like thunder.
"Hand that over, and march straight to the discipline room." His voice was harsh, sending Peter's pulse racing. "Cap, I-" He started.
"Now!" Steve barked, and Peter ran out. He was in so much trouble! Steve gritted his teeth, looking at the boy run. Natasha's new gauntlet was something he, Tony and Natasha had argued about. Steve was worried that it could kill, Natasha said that she already had a gun, and Tony was trying to find a way to limit the potential as and when required. For the time being, Tony had locked it up out of the other team members' hands. Peter had just crossed a line which should not have been crossed. Mischief was one thing, even putting his life at risk during battle was understandable, but he had no reason to do what he had just done. Taking a few minutes to control his temper, Steve went to the teens' floor.