WHEW!! Chapter 3 that I've been working on forever is finally done... I seem to be writing an ongoing Ozzy-spanking story here... Yes I like Ozzy. Yes I think he deserves a spanking and yes I think Thrax and even Drix would do it if he pushed them enough... Thrax had to find SOME alternitive to punishing him since killing him is out of the question if I wanna write some scene's I have planned out for my other fanfic. ^^ Hope you enjoy... and no flamy pooh! *giggle* GAA! did I just giggle? Don't mind me... I'm hyper today.. *smirks* Special thanks to Draco for inspireing this inadvertantly and to MarsW who helped me greatly in getting this sucker started. lol Couldn't have poluted these innocent peoples minds without you. ^^

Chapter 3

The microscopic duo had adjusted well to this new world. Osmosis remained security cheif while Drix had become a senior officer and advisor to Northstar. Ozzy had gotten rather jealous as she didn't often come to him for advice, but then he reminded himself that he was one of the top ranking officers, above Drix, so he didn't put too much thought into it.

Currently the two were taking a break from Duty. Both of them were in the officer's break room drinking some coffee. Ozzy had, as usual, put the unusual packet of hot cocoa in his coffee in place of creamer and had loaded it with sugar.

"Ozzy that stuff will put you on edge the rest of the day and burn you right out tonight."

"Aw who cares... I need an 'upper' man.."

Drix laughed. "You're hyper enough already."

"Not possable!"

Drix smirked. The cell had been energetic since the day he first met him. He recalled with a mental shake of his head how quick he'd been to come up with an utterly disgusting story of the neighborhood he grew up in. Drix had quite nearly lost his lunch.

"Hehe.." Ozzy chuckled, "Remember when we met... our first case?"

"Yes Thrax..." he sipped his coffee, black, two sugars, boreing. "Ironic that we now work for him eh? Come to think of it... It's ironic how he's not so intersted in an epidemic anymore... strange.."

"Eh... whatever..." he took a swig of his own, "We probably coulda taken him out that time in the zit though... if things had gone the way I wanted them to.. ah well... no use cryin over spilled milk huh?" he grinned and put another spoonful of sugar in his coffee.

Drix smirked, soon the white blood cell would be bouncing off the walls. "Well fortunately Frank ended up being ok.. So.." He wished to avoid another annoying Ozzy-rant.

"Hey Drips!" Drix cringed inwardly, he hated being called that, "remember when you busted in there after those germs blew my cover?" he snickered, "You were dancin like a freak!"

Drix crossed his arms as Ozzy mocked some of his 'moves'.

"I mean here I was about to be impaled on a flaming claw of death and you were like;" He flailed his arms around in a movement that rather resembled some alien bird's courtship ritual than a dance move.

The pill made a 'face' "At least I wasn't the one being captured by those germs in the first place..."

"Hey man... If you'da been there sooner I'da been fine... I mean I said five minutes and you were there in like ten..."

Drix sighed, "You didn't exactally let me know where you were so it took longer to find you.."

"You looked like you were havin too much fun destroying the dance floor." He snickered and had another gulp. "If that stupid bacterium hadn't hit me in the back I'd have stayed in the disguize and we'd have both got the drop on them.."

"I think perhaps your mouth got you in trouble in there.." Drix was getting annoyed. "We have to get back to work in a few.. Why don't we wrap up huh?"

"Hey man chill... I mean yeesh look at you... Have some fun and take a joke once in a while.."

"Ozzy... There is a time for fun and a time for work.. You should focus more on base security and less on 'partying'.."

"Sheesh have a cow..." He put his feet on the table.

"That is a very imature additude for a professional... How have you kept your job?"

"Hey!" Ozzy snapped, "I get my job done... so what if I have a little fun on the side?" he stuck his tounge out.

"Oh you call it fun do you?" Drix shot back, "I call it irresponsability!" he crossed his arms in anger. "You're acting like a... like a child!"

Osmosis snorted, "Puh.. Fine then... whatever.." He smirked, "I outrank you so what're you gonna do... spank me?" he chuckled, though if it were Thrax in the room at this point the virus would probably do just that. He was about to think of somthing else amuseing when he felt his shirt being grabbed in a large red hand as he was lifted completely out of the chair, feet not touching the ground. "Hey what th!" he protested

"That's a very good idea.. Thank you Jones.."

"What are you doin!"

"What should have been done long ago.."

Drix now had a bit of a delema. As he had no legs he also had no lap to turn the hyper and now struggling white blood cell over. "Hmmm..." he mused, the easiest way to do this would be to either pin him on the table or simply drape him over his right cannon arm.

After concidering the cell's struggles for a moment he decided to take him under his right arm for restraint as if he were carrying a rug. After a protesting "HEY!!" from Osmosis, Drix locked the rec room door. He felt the blood cell begin to change shape and remembered how he disguized himself while entering the zit.

"Don't Ozzy, or I'll call Thrax in here... I don't think he'd object to this at all. I'm sure his orders would be to retain your shape."

"Damnit Drix!" Ozzy shouted, kicking. "I'm your superrior officer and I'm ordering you to let me go!"

"You can put me in for a repremand later then.." Drix said mater-of-factly, "Sorry Ozzy but you pushed me... so I'm pushing back for once."

Ozzy let out a yelp as Drix's hand colided with his prone bottom.

"I'm tired of your childish games and little bits of teasing Oz.." another sharp smack hit home and Osmosis began trying in vain to squeeze through the curled arm that held him, the narrower he tried to make his waist, the tighter Drix's grip became. "It's fine once in a while." He raised his hand highter, "But now.. is... not... the.. time!" each word was accentuated with a defening smack.

Sighing Osmosis allowed his waist, which he had currently narrowed to about an inch wide trying to get out of Drix's grasp. As Ozzy's waist began to return to normal. Drix loostened appropriately to accomodate the cell, but continued his task.

He held is breath trying to think of how to get out of this. Deciding to rely on old methods he continued twisting and pulling his torso, trying to get it out of Drix's iron grip, but it wasn't much use.

Man this hurt! Drix's hand was almost as big as Ozzy's entire bottom so he felt it about everywhere when the pill struck him. It also didn't help matters that Drix was made of a hard... whatever he was made of... that really really didn't feel very nice when it hit you.

His hands clawed and shoved at the pill's chassis, trying to pry open a space big enough for his present body shape to fit though. When that didn't work he tried to keep it where it was when he narrowed himself again, but to no avail.. Drix proved to be the stronger one at every turn and hit him harder in responce to everything he tried.

"Would you stop!" Osmosis demanded, kicking and even biting his partner. Drix really didn't seem to notice the bite but he noticed the kicks.

"You're not doing yourself any favors Ozzy..." Drix told him calmly..

"Man this can't get any worse.." The white blood cell grumbled, big mistake for him to voice his displeasure in that manner, he discovered.

"Ooooh yes it can.." Drix told him and undid Ozzy's belt.

"NO!!" Ozzy protested, struggling more violently, "NoNoNoNoNo!"

It wasn't any use. His belt and pants were undone and the latter slid down his legs. Osmosis braced both his hands on Drix's cannon arm and pulled and shoved, feeling his white and blue breifs joining them. "OW!!" he couldn't surpress the cry as Drix's hand contacted with bare skin.

Rather than a steady struggle now he jerked and pulled directly after each blow. He wondered if anyone else had to put up with this. Grunting with pain and effort he tried again to pull out of the tight grasp of the cold pill.

"C'mon stop.." He asked.

"No."

Osmosis yelped as Drix slapped one of his thighs then returned to his bottom. He sucked in his breath, trying again to get away but he was getting exausted from struggling, but he still jerked away after every blow and it seemed that no matter how he tried to move his bottom out of the way, Drix still hit him directly on target.

He probably wasted too much energy trying to get away because he now didn't really have the strength to demand that he stop, much less struggle so he kept as still as possable, every muscle tense. It was only his hand but it still hurt so bad. His eyes closed. A mistake.. the pain seemed to increase tenfold when he did that so he did his best to keep his eyes open.

Ozzy gasped, "Please Drix.." he pleaded.

Drix almost stopped at that but didn't. Ozzy inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, trembling. The corners of his eyes filled with tears as his grip tightened, but he refused to let them fall.

"Honestly Jones.." Drix scolded "I don't see why you can't grow up and act your age once in a while... you really do do this at the most inopurtune times.."

Osmosis sniffed, fighting the pain, finally resigning himself to just take it until Drix finished. He did his best to hold still, but it wasn't easy. Drix's hand left a dark imprint wherever it struck and each one felt like he'd sat on a car hood in the middle of summer.

He exhaled slowly, letting out a sob as he did so. He wasn't sure if Drix really knew how badly this was hurting him. He gripped Drix's cannon arm tightly, tears streaming down his face. He wiped them away for a moment, only to cry more, small drops falling on the pill's arm.

Finally Drix stopped and set the sniffleing cell on his feet. He didn't have to ask what Drix wanted next as he pointed to a corner of the room. Sighing he walked over to the corner and faced it, tears streaming and blushing madly in embarassment.

Attempting to regain his composure, Ozzy rubbed his sore bottom, trying to sooth away the lingering sting. He found the embarassment almost unbearable, but he stayed where he was, not wanting Drix to decide he hadn't had enough yet.

After a while Drix floated over to him and wrapped his right arm around the cell. For a moment, Osmosis thought he was hugging him from the way he did it but Drix actually had him draped across it. Sensing what Drix intended, he whimpered, but stayed in position, hoping that compliance would keep it from getting too much worse.

To his surprise and horror he felt Drix removing the belt on his pants from the loops. Desire to escape took hold and he fought to get up. Anticipating it, Drix's hand immediately flew to his shoulders to hold him down. "Stop it.." he warned as Osmosis continued to squirm.

Drix's hand was near his neck and for some inexplicable reason an image flashed though Ozzy's mind of Drix breaking his neck. Of course he knew the cold pill would never do somthing like that, but at the moment Osmosis was just plain scared of him. He methodically removed the belt from Ozzy's pants and then sat down, the frightened white blood cell still draped, trembleing over his arm then he made sure Ozzy's pants were down to his ankles and he was completely bare from the waist down.

Osmosis felt a stripe of fire as the belt came down on him and let out a gasp. He forced himself to stay where he was, throwing his head back in pain and crying out as Drix strapped his unprotected thighs.

He tensed up, groaning as one blow after another land on his backside. It hurt bad and he felt himself ready to completely break down. He took a deep breath, letting them out in quiet sobs, tears steadly falling from his cheeks in rivers and the fact that he was being forced to lay there without restriant made things worse.

Drix was slow, but methodical in his blows. Osmosis tried to hold it in but he began to sob outwardly clutching onto Drix's arm. The pill had been watching him throughout the punishment and had figured that Jones had probably about had enough. Just a few more nasty lashes with the belt for good measure and Drix stopped and pulled Ozzy's clothes back up for him.

He set the sobbing white blood cell down, who kind of sank to his knees on the floor. For a moment Drix smirked. Osmosis actually looked kind of cute crumbled there with one hand rubbing his sore bottom and the other one wiping his eyes.

Drix floated over and set the belt on the floor, laying his hand on Ozzy's head. Sniffling, Osmosis leaned against his friend. All and all he'd known he had it coming. "I'm sorry.." he whispered as he felt Drix's hand stroking the top of his head.

"I know Ozzy.." Drix told him gently. "Just.. Cut out the childish antics... It's been driving us all nuts.."

"Yeah..." Ozzy replied, "yeah ok man.."

"I mean it.." he said sternly.

Too tired and sore to argue Osmosis nodded and with another small sniff he closed his eyes. Seeing his partner was obviously too tired for duty at the moment Drix picked him up. It was mid morning and most were on duty at the moment so the halls should be fairly empty. He would make up somthing later to tell Northstar and Thrax.

Speaking of Thrax, they ran into him while Drix was carrying Jones to his quarters. Thrax stopped them with a curious wave of his hand. Drix, who wasn't aware that the cell was often repremanded in that very way by Thrax himself, was at a loss for words. He didn't yet have a story readily planned out.

"What's with Jones?" demanded the Virus.

"Well you see uh... Hm.."

Thrax looked at him. Osmosis was asleep in the cold pill's arms with the faint traces of tears still lingering on his face. He'd obviously been worn out and crying had obviously been a big part of it.

"Was he Crying?"

"Well erm... yes... You see.." Drix saw no point in trying to make somthing up now. "He and I had a bit of a er... dissagreement shall we say and I got rather fed up with his childish antics so.." he wasn't sure how to word this.

"Let me guess baby.." Thrax said, beating him to his words, "You took the liberty of treating him like the child he was behaving like right?" he gestured with his left hand, "Though I'm wondering how you did it without a lap to turn him over.."

Drix was astonished that Thrax had figured it out so quickly, "How did you.."

"You think you're the only one that gets tired of him acting like an idiot? I've had him bawlin a time or two.. Here I'll take him... You get back to duty.. You're late enough."

Drix nodded and carefully handed the sleeping cell over to Thrax, who had a bit of an easier time carrying him as he had two hands rather than one. Once in his quarters he laied him on his bed and woke him up by patting his face. At first Osmosis squirmed away from it, annoyed then looked at Thrax, eyes widened in surprise.

"Uh...."

"Drix was on his way here with you so I sent him back on duty and carried you here myself.."

"Oh..." He looked to the side and rubbed his backside... it still hurt.

"Mouth gotcha in trouble again didn't it Jones?"

Osmosis was about to snap back at him, but wisely kept it contained, "Yeah.." he muttered grudgeingly.

"We're gonna have to do somthing about that..." Thrax told him sternly, placing a gentle but firm clawed hand on his shoulder. "You're the security officer and that's a breech of secu..." The alarm sounded. There wasn't much time to wasit now with scolding or advice. Osmosis composed himself completely and both organisms were out the door and in the main control room in a flash.

Ozzy and Drix had recently set up security posts in preparation of this attack and they could only hope they worked. Osmosis, bolted to his station and, though sitting gingerly in his chair, he ignored the stinging heat in his backside to focus on somthing more important.