First Aid scowled slightly at the paperwork laid out before him. Seriously? He had to do this much paperwork?! His electric blue optics flicked to his mentor, the look on his face explaining his attitude. "Ratchet.. Why do I have to do this much paperwork?! This is going to take me forever!" He spat, crossing his arms in defiance.

Ratchet, who had given the young mech the work, raised an optic ridge at the attitude that was thrown at him.

"Well, if you have a problem with it, take it up with Prime." He retorted smoothly, glaring at the young bot.

The smart comment was surprising, seeing how First Aid was usually so well behaved.

"Besides, you need to learn patience with this sort of thing." He turned, walking back to his desk chair and sitting down.

First Aid glared, pouting slightly. "I have patience." He grumbled. His glared shifted to the paperwork. "Why don't you fill out the dumb reports?"

Ratchet's glare intensified. Was the mechling really going to do this? His optics narrowed dangerously at his apprentice.

"Because, I want you to. That should be enough of a reason." He rumbled, his voice having a warning in it. First Aid snorted at Ratchet's words.

"That's not a valid answer!" He sneered.

Ratchet growled softly under his breath and crossed his own arms authoritatively. "Do the reports." He ordered.

First Aid finally snapped his glare away and groaned, stomping over to his desk and sitting down roughly. "Fine!" He shouted back. Then, afterwards, he mumbled under his breath. "Why don't you just shove them up your snooty tailpipe."

Ratchet frowned, his patience waning dangerously. He sighed and began rubbing his temples to relieve the throbbing.

Then, he heard a quiet voice say, "He's such a glitch..."

That was his final straw. Slowly, he scooted his desk chair away from his desk, spreading his legs ever so slightly. "First Aid," he began calmly.

The young apprentice looked up at his mentor with the same glare he held earlier.

"Come here." Ratchet ordered, gesturing to his side.

The young bot rolled his optics, standing from his own desk and stomping over the senior medic. "What do you want now?" He grumbled. Clearly, he had no idea that he was about to be punished.

Once First Aid was at his side, he reach out and gripped the young bot's upper arm, sharply tugging his apprentice over his knees.

First Aid's optics widened in surprise as this happened. He instantly began wiggling around in hopes of escape.

"R-Ratchet! What the slag are you doing?!" He asked, not ceasing his struggles. Ratchet growled, bringing his servo back and landing a crisp slap to the center of his apprentice's aft.

"You best watch your language. I'm punishing you for your bad attitude." He informed, placing his arm on his back to hold him down.

The young bot yelped and tried his best to push back the tears that stung his optics. He was being punished by his mentor? Something inside of him started to burn with shame and sorrow and he dipped his head to stare at the ground. "R-Ratchet, please! I-I'll behave, I promise!" He pleaded, his legs kicking slightly with the stinging pain that still tingled over his aft.

Ratchet, however, was having none of it. The flat of his hand smacked sharply again each side of the young bot's aft, spreading the sting around the tender backside. "You certainly will behave. Especially when I'm through with you." He growled, his servo slipping into a steady rhythm of sharp smacks.

First Aid yelped, the tears that had brimmed his optics before slowly slipping down his cheeks. Why had he been such a fool?! His peds kicked out still, a small whimper leaving him. He was already sorry, and the punishment had just begun. Soon, though, he was jerking forwards, pleas for mercy still slipping from his lips. "It hurts!" He whined pitifully, fighting not to cover his aft, which already felt like an inferno.

Ratchet said nothing, his steel palm still smacking against the young bot's tender backside. "It's supposed to. It's a punishment." He plainly stated, not relenting in his efforts. Soon, he lifted his knee slightly to bat away at the underside of the youngling's bottom, trying to tune out the cries of pain.

First Aid let a small sob leave him, his yelps louder as the punishment went on. "R-Ratchet! I'm sorry!" He whimpered out, the tears streaking down his cheeks.

Ratchet ignored this, however, he focused on flushing the aft before him darker and darker. Soon, he moved on to the tender sitspots and upper thighs, where the young bot would feel it most when he sat down.

First Aid winced and let more sobs slip past his lips as the pain intensified. His legs swung back and forth rapidly and he wriggling his hips around in hopes that he could dodge the hard, punishing hand that constantly smacked into his abused aft. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and threw a hand back to shield his aft from the hard swats."P-Please! I-I said I was sorry!"

The medic frowned upon his young apprentice, his hand wrapping around First Aid's wrist and moving it to the young bot's back. He slid his wrench out of subspace and rested it on the young bot's already abused aft. "You shouldn't have done that." He murmured.

First Aid whimpered, his optics widening. "N-No!" He wailed, a sob leaving him afterwards as he felt the cold metal against his burning rump. Ratchet sighed, bringing the wrench way back past his shoulder only to bring it back down with a loud pop against the center of the youngling's aft.

First Aid howled in pain, bucking his legs desperately. The stinging pain was unbearable. The apprentice pushed against the senior medic's thigh with one hand, trying hard to escape from his mentor's grasp. "Please!"

The medic bit his lip, then sighed, landing two more sharp smacks on each side of the young bot's aft before sliding the wrench back into his subspace. First Aid sobbed brokenly over his lap, the youngling's legs swaying back and forth weakly. The senior medic released his apprentice's wrist and rested his hand onto the junior medic's back, rubbing up and down comfortingly. "Sh..." He murmured soothingly.

First Aid continued to sob and whimper, feeling spark broken that he had been spanked by the one he looked up to most. He felt like a silly, naughty sparkling as he lay limp over his mentor's knees. Now he would surely get fired! This realization made him sob even harder.

The senior medic sighed and put his hands under the apprentice's arms, lifting him up off his knees to sit on his lap. First Aid immediately buried his face in his hands and continued to cry with the utmost sorrow. This made Ratchet frown and he rubbed up and down his apprentice's back, trying to comfort the poor mechling.

First Aid leaned into the touch, his cries lessening, but not his aching spark. The sorrow stayed even as his tears left him, leaving him sniffling and pouting a little. "You have a hard hand..." He commented quietly.

Ratchet smirked and chuckled, shaking his head. He had no response for that, just patting the youngling's back softly.

First Aid's optics shot to the ground and he stood slowly, turning towards the door with a tearful expression. "I-I guess I'll just go. Unless you have something for me to fill out." He murmured, walking to the door. Until he felt his mentor grab his wrist.

"You're not getting out of paperwork that easily."

First Aid swiveled his head around in shock and stared bewilderedly at his mentor.

Ratchet stood before his with a stern expression, slowly releasing his wrist. He closed his jaw which had fallen slack as he stared. "Y-You're not firing me?" He inquired, hopes rising.

The senior medic sighed and pinched his nose bridge in thought. Of course First Aid would assume the worst.

"I'm not firing you. Just because I had to give you an attitude adjustment doesn't mean your getting fired." He informed, that is, until a small body barreled into him, arms around his abdomen.

"ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou!" His apprentice said over and over, trembling with relief.

Ratchet blinked, then smiled slightly and wrapped an arm around his apprentice. "Hey, slow down. Your talking faster than Blurr."

The junior medic smiled as well and accepted the hug, happy to still be under Ratchet's training. Soon, they separated and gave each other a small smile before Ratchet gestured towards the youngling's desk. "Alright now get to work." He ordered teasingly, though he meant it, and turned back to walk to his own desk.

First Aid nodded and rushed to his desk, sitting down far too quickly. "Ow!" He yelped, standing and throwing a hand back to sooth his newly burning aft.

Ratchet smirked, sitting down at his own desk. "You may wanna be a little careful sitting down." He warned, pulling out a datapad.

Don't shoot me! *holds up shield* I know I said I was taking requests but I've had alot on my plate and me and Transformers4eva did this story and I just HAD to post it! Don't kill me with hate reviews! I promise I'll start on the requests, but be warned that there might be a few that will not be fuffiled.

Optimus: You are a very lazy human...

SHUT IT I CAN'T PLEASE EVERYONE! By the way, I would like to clarify a few things. One: The wrench is supposed to feel like a wooden spoon. x.x I don't want hate for this... but Cybertronians don't use spoons so what was I supposed to do?! Two: This takes place on Cybertron before they went to Earth. So, First Aid is still kind of new with how things work. Ok. Now that that's cleared up, PLEASE REVIEW WITHOUT HATE! I'm sorry for my laziness and writer's block.