Disclaimer: see ch 1
Warning: mention of spanking, spanking, sex
"You again," the bartender said. "Water, coming right up."
"Actually, I'm looking for Emma Frost. Is she here?"
"Not your business if she's-"
"I've got it. Thank you," Emma said behind the bar. She stood on the opposite side of Scott and cocked her head to the side.
"Hi," he said, mentally kicking himself.
"Hi. What do you want?"
"I… I was hoping to talk to you."
"We are talking."
"Alone?"
"I can't, Scott. I'm working-"
"Please. I drove all this way-"
"No." Scott swallowed, but nodded.
"Ok. I, uh… I wanted to apologize. I didn't treat you well, and I'm sorry."
"And?"
"And I was going to ask for another chance."
"I'm covering a shift for another hour. You can wait in my office. We'll talk then."
"Thank you." Scott headed back to Emma's office and sat to wait. He mentally practiced his speech again, groaning and shoving his hands in his hair.
"I haven't seen you this disheveled in a while."
"Emma," Scott said, jumping up. Emma sat on the edge of her desk.
"You wanted to apologize?"
"I- yes. I shouldn't have felt like you were attacking me, and I'm sorry for treating you like you were. I should have sat down and gone over your concerns… I'm sorry."
"What changed your mind?"
"I was talking to my dad. He went through the same thing with my mom- my mom, not my stepmom. He told me that he showed her how hard he'd done it…"
"Warren showed me."
"Oh."
"Were you going to show me, too?"
"I… was willing to. But I don't hit much harder than Warren-"
"Show me." Scott nodded and stood up. Emma held out her hand and he looked at it before looking at her.
"You're going to experience it the way they do," he announced. "Come here." Emma raised her eye, but walked to him. Scott wrapped his arm around her back and bent her over his hip.
"Scott-"
"Are you ok?"
"I- yes."
"Good." Scott quickly applied four swats to Emma's butt before releasing her. "That's… that's it."
"I didn't feel anything."
"Well, yeah. They're babies. I'll increase the strength the older they get, but for now-"
"Show me," Emma said again.
"Show you?"
"Yes."
"Show you… what?"
"What you'll do to them when they're older." Scott blinked.
"I don't think you understand what you're asking."
"I do. Show me you don't, or won't, truly hurt them."
"Ok. But if I do this, then I'm going to do this. This is your last chance to change your mind."
"I won't." Scott shook his head and sat on the couch.
"Come here," he told her the second time that night. Emma walked over and tried to place herself over his lap. She gave him a confused look when he stopped her.
"What-?"
"Stand right here, Emma," he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. When she was in place, Scott took a quiet breath. "Why am I going to spank you?"
"Why-? Scott, this isn't-"
"You asked for the real thing. We discuss it before it happens. Now why am I going to spank you? You can tell me what you feel you deserve it to be for."
"I… called you names and talked bad about you without knowing the whole story."
"And what do you deserve for that?"
"A… spanking?" Scott nodded.
"Get your pants and underwear down and get over my lap."
"Scott!"
"This is how it's done in my family. If I have to do it, I'll spank you again." Emma took off her cape and removed the clothing covering her waist down. Scott held out his hand and guided Emma over his lap until she was half on the couch, half on him. He wrapped his hand around her waist to keep her in place, raised his hand, and brought it down.
"That hurt!" Emma cried.
"Yep," Scott said, doing it again. "That's what a spanking does, Emma." He continued to strike her, watching as her skin changed to a dark pink.
"Scott. Stop. Please-"
"I told you I wasn't going to stop if you had me do this."
"It hurts, Scott, please!" Scott struck her again. He went to shift her to get to the undercurve of her bottom when he saw just how much she actually hated this position.
"Emma Frost," he said, trying to sound stern. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"What? No!" Scott swatted her again.
"Are you lying to me?" He asked, swatting another time.
"I-"
"Think about it," he cautioned. "Lying gets something other than my hand."
"I'm enjoying it!" Scott smirked and swatted again before trailing his fingers down. He stopped at her thighs and gently ran his fingers up and down, getting close to her core without touching it.
"The question is, should you be enjoying this? You are being punished, after all."
"Please," she begged. Scott slid his finger down her slit and she moaned.
"I didn't know you could get this wet," he teased. "Unfortunately, Emma, we're not quite done." He lifted his leg and struck her several times, hard and fast. Emma cried out and Scott gently pushed her off as he unzipped his own pants, pushing them and his boxers to his knees before stepping out of them. He pulled Emma back to him and she quickly lowered herself onto him. Scott allowed her to ride him before thrusting up to meet her.
"Scott," she moaned, resting her head on his shoulder as she continued to bounce up and down. Scott gently swatted her a few times, grinning when he felt her tightening around him. He stood up, still inside of her, and lowered her to the floor. Scott leaned down and kissed her as he continued to thrust in and of her.
"Where do you want me?" He said behind clenched teeth.
"In me," she pleaded. Scott rocked his hips a bit harder before grunting. He thrusted twice more before removing himself from her and collapsing beside Emma.
"Not bad, Frost," he said, patting her thigh.
"Bite me." Scott grinned and sat up, pushed up her shirt and bit her breast, bringing the blood to the surface.
"Your wish," he said, moving to her other breast. "Is my command." Emma moaned and unintentionally pushed her chest to him. Scott laughed and marked her as many places as he could get to.
"Stop," she suddenly said. Scott pulled away and admired his, even visible to him, work.
"That's not exactly how it usually goes. There are more tears, promises to do better, forgiveness, and comforting. I've never had an experience like this before," he grinned.
"That's slightly a relief." Emma stood and looked at her body in a mirror in her office. "You really did a number on me."
"At least I just used my hand," he shrugged. "I've received a lot more than that." She shot him a concerned look. "A hand is plenty for the Twins. For now. Nate's told me he was eight before I used a hairbrush on him."
"You-!"
"He'd snooped around my head, apparently. I wasn't telling him about a mission and he didn't accept that. My kids are going to know better than that, Em."
"I…" she sighed. "You're right. With telepathy, they will need to understand boundaries. At least with family."
"Thank you. And thank you for trusting me enough to do that. I really wasn't expecting…"
"I was curious. If your father is that hard-" Scott started laughing.
"Emma, that was easy! I didn't want to completely scare you away!" She gave him a surprised look. "My dad- he used to work on planes. As in, lugging pieces around? Heavy metal pieces? And then he didn't stop doing things like that in space. He can have me in tears after popping me just six times. And put a belt in his hand? No thanks."
"That was… That was easy?"
"Yes. And no, I won't do anything harder than that unless the kids do something serious. There's no reason to demonstrate it when I hope to never have to do it for real." Scott stood up and walked to his pants to pull them on.
"And you truly don't hold the pain against him?" Emma asked as she found a looser skirt to wear.
"Nah. He did what he thought was best. I mean… There was a time when he wouldn't cut me any slack. I took off to Alaska and got my grandpa to help talk some sense into him. It worked, and we've been better ever since."
"He never actually hurt you, did he?" Scott let out a breath as he sat on the couch.
"The strap isn't a joke, and neither was the switch. I earned both a couple times. And yeah, sitting was a distant memory for a while afterwards, but obviously I'm alright," he smirked.
"I saw a scar on your back." Scott's face dropped.
"Oh."
"How did that happen?" Emma asked, even though she already knew, thanks to Warren. Scott fidgeted with his watch before looking away.
"My foster father. He was abusive. I really don't like talking about it. Dad or Warren can tell you, if you'd really like to know."
"I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't. It's just a traumatic experience I don't care to discuss." He stood up and took her hand. "Shall we?"
"Shall we what?"
"Go back to the Institute. I'd like to do that again, but the floor is only so comfortable on my knees. A bed is definitely better."
"You're just assuming I want to go?"
"Emma, I'd love for you to come home with me- and stay with me, this time. I can't promise much, but I can promise I'll keep you safe and happy, and Nate and Carrie can help with the rest."
"I want a position as an instructor."
"Done."
"I want my own office." Scott blinked.
"Ok. I hadn't thought of offices, but that makes sense. I'll get started on that first thing tomorrow," he promised.
"Then let me get my coat," Emma said, winking. She pulled on her cape and held her hand out. "Shall we?" Scott kissed the back of her hand and nodded.