Disclaimer: X-Men characters aren't mine. Leo and Ty are mine and no one else's.
Warnings: This story contains spanking scenes. If that bothers you then please don't read.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: ~ ~ are flashbacks
* * are telepath thoughts
" " are actual words
' ' are private thoughts
\\ \\ are dreams
Feedback: This is my first attempt at X-Men fic. Please review
Chapter 2 Confessions
Scott groaned mentally. He had hoped Ty wouldn't remember he had asked earlier. 'Oh well, I might as well tell him. He won't tell anyone if I ask him not to, I hope.' He looked at Ty and nodded. "Yeah and I'd like to keep this between you and me. I know it's silly, but I don't think I could handle anyone else knowing. "
Ty nodded and said, " I understand. They look up to you and if they knew you'd look like less of a hero to them, right? "
Scott grinned a bit and said, " Well sort of, I'd get teased about it relentlessly, too, and I'm not very good when it comes to being teased. I guess you and Leo aren't like that though are you? Teasing each other I mean."
" We tease each other, just not about getting punished. Since I'm the one who punishes him, I can't really tease him. He never teased me either, he knew it was never because of anything I actually did, but to keep him safe. " Ty told him sadly. He ran a hand through his long blond hair, pushing it back out of his face.
" I'm sorry Ty. I earned the one I got, I'm not proud of it either. I knew all the things I should have done in the situation, but conveniently forgot them, because I figured I knew what I was doing. " Ty smiled a little at this and immediately thought of his own little ball of energy, who tended to conveniently forget things as well.
Scott caught the smile and asked, " What? " Ty grinned and shook his head, hoping to avoid answering the question, but Scott wouldn't have it. " Aww come on. Something I said caused that goofy grin. " Ty flushed with embarrassment and said, " I was just thinking about what you said and how it reminds me of Leo. He likes to conveniently forget things at times. "
" Oh, well like I said, I should've thought things through better than I did. You see the Professor's birthday was coming up and I wanted to surprise him with something nice, with my own money. He gives us an allowance, but to me it still feels like it's his when I want to buy something for him. I decided to get a job and keep it a secret so it wouldn't get back to the Professor. I didn't want him to know why I had gotten a job. I ended up getting one at the grocery store as a their nightly stock boy. I had to be there at eight every night so I would sneak out, after telling everyone that I was staying in my room for the rest of the night and I didn't want to be bothered and I didn't sneak back in till one in the morning. The first week went by without a hitch.
The next week though, I started having trouble getting up in the morning, and ended up falling asleep in class. I also hadn't thought about anyone noticing how tired I was acting, but the Professor did and called me into the study one evening after dinner."
~Flashback~
The door to the study opened and Scott entered. " Professor, you wanted to see me? "
" Yes Scott. Come in, please and shut the door. " Scott did, then stood at the door. The tone the Professor was using with him was making him nervous. His heart rate had sped up a bit and he noticed his palms had become sweaty. He wiped them on his pants, then looked at the Professor and asked, " Is there something wrong, Professor? "
" Scott, is there something you want to tell me? " The Professor asked calmly
" Sir? " Scott asked a bit confused.
" I've received word from your school that you've been falling asleep in class the past couple of days. Are you not getting enough sleep at night? " The Professor asked carefully studying Scott.
Scott swallowed hard and said, " No I'm not sir. I think maybe I'll go to bed an hour earlier tonight. "
The boy was too nervous. The Professor knew there was something else bothering Scott, but he knew it would be like pulling teeth to get him to say more. He nodded and said, " I think that would be a good idea. You may go. "
Scott practically flew from the room and upstairs to his bedroom. A couple of hours later, Scott took his glasses off, lay down on his bed, and planned on taking an hour nap, before work. Somebody shook him awake and was pressing his glasses into his hand. Scott put his glasses on and opened his eyes sleepily.
" Professor? What's wrong? " Scott asked alarmed as he sat up.
" Scott come with me downstairs, we have something to discuss. " The Professor told him, his voice serious and laced with concern. He turned and wheeled himself out of Scott's room.
Scott followed as a slower pace behind the Professor. His mind began racing at what the Professor might want to talk about. ' He can't know about my job or me sneaking out. Oh man I wonder how late I am. If he hasn't found about that though, I wonder what else he would want to talk to me about. ' Scot thought to himself. He walked into the study and closed the door.
" Sit down Scott. " The Professor told him.
Scott sat on the couch and asked, " Is there something wrong, Professor? "
" Yes Scott there is. I just received a very disturbing phone call a few moments ago. Would you like to guess what it was about? "
Scott groaned mentally. This had to be about his job. They had probably called wondering where he was and now the Professor knew and wanted to know why he hadn't been told. " No sir, I believe I know what it's about. I was trying to keep it a secret Professor, not because I wanted to, but because it would've ruined the surprise. " Scot told him as he paused for a moment, looked down at his hands, then continued. " I've been sneaking out at night to go to my job." He looked up and expected to see shock or surprise on the Professor's face. When he saw relief and concern instead, he looked at the Professor confused and asked, " You knew? "
" Yes Scott, but I want to know why I found out from someone other than you. " The Professor folded his hands on top of his desk and looked at Scott expectantly.
" I'm sorry sir, it was suppose to be a surprise."
" A surprise? Would you care to elaborate further? " The Professor questioned. Scott sighed and decided that the surprise was blown so he might as well tell him everything.
" I had wanted to get you something special for your birthday, I know it's coming up, and I felt that if I asked you for the money it would be like you buying your own gift. " Scott started. He closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't see the small smile that appeared on the Professor's face at Scott's comment about the money.
" Anyways, I asked around and got a job at the grocery store, restocking. I planned on telling you about it after your birthday Professor. Honest. " Scott told him, opening his eyes. He could feel his heart pounding hard against his chest and was deliberately taking deep breaths to calm it. He looked down at his hands, playing with the hem of his shirt.
" Scott, I believe you when you say you would've told me afterwards, but you've been sneaking out, breaking curfew and lying. I asked you earlier if you'd been getting enough sleep at night. You told me no, which I know is the truth, but you should've told me what was going on. Would you like to know why the phone call I had from your boss was so disturbing? " The Professor asked calmly though the concern was easily heard.
Scott nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. Tears were slipping down his face and dripping onto his hands. He knew the Professor was right and felt sick that he had lied.
" Your manager called and asked if you were alright. He told me you were always punctual and when you hadn't showed, he got worried. Someone broke in and tried to rob the place tonight. He was worried that the guy had caught you walking there or just outside the place and had mugged you or worse. He was relieved that you were quite alright." The Professor told him
" Is everyone ok? You said someone tried to rob them? " Scott asked forgetting about himself for the moment.
" Yes everyone is fine, but Scott I can't help to think what might've happened tonight if you hadn't overslept and had gone to work. It's that thought that scares me the most and the reason I have to use a method of discipline on you that I never thought would be necessary." The Professor told him. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a thin wooden paddle.
Scott felt as if someone had replaced the blood in his veins with ice water. His hands trembled in his lap. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a soft sob. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed softly.
He felt a hand rubbing his back a moment later. " It's alright child. I know this is a first for you." The Professor said softly hoping to calm the teen a bit.
Scott looked up, his eyes hidden by his glasses, and said, trying to choke down his sobs, " It's not that, it's that I disappointed you that much to have to use it."
" You did not disappoint me Scott, you scared me. I could've lost you tonight. I can't stand the thought of losing any of you that way. That is why you need to let someone know what's going on. Did you think to tell anyone of your surprise, just incase something were to happen to you? " The Professor asked still rubbing Scott's shoulders.
Scott shook his head. " No sir. I should have, I'm sorry." He said trying to suppress the sobs that were building inside of him. He looked at the Professor and saw the sad calmness in his eyes. A strangled sob escaped him again.
" I know Scott. This is going to be hard for both of us, so let's get it over with. Come over to the desk. " The Professor wheeled over to the desk, picked up the paddle and waited for Scott.
Scott sat on the couch a few minutes trying to compose himself. When he stood up, he gripped the arm of the couch, trying to steady himself. He made his way slowly over to the Professor's desk, his legs feeling like they would give out at every step.
~end Flashback~
" The Professor gave me twenty swats and over my jeans thankfully. We talked a little afterwards, then we both went to bed. " Scott told him, leaving out the part where he knelt by the Professor's chair afterwards, laid his head in his lap and sobbed.
Ty was quiet for a few moments, then spoke softly. " Is it always done that way or only the first time? Keeping your jeans up I mean. "
Scott shrugged and said, " I'm not sure to tell the truth. The Professor did tell me though that if I ever did anything like that again without telling anyone, it would be done bare. I'm not sure about the other students though, you hear different stories from everyone. It would be a first for Leo, wouldn't it? "
" Yes, I couldn't bear doing that to him, even though it was done to me every time. " Ty told him, the last part coming out at barely a whisper as he tried to control the shudder that passed through his body.