Warning: Spanking, blah blah, not for weak stomachs, blah.

This is the third chapter of a series based on the Ultimates series and Jenna has contributed a good bit to the plot thus far, so she gets some booty glow. Enjoy!

Hank's eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed his them with his palms. He felt like he had been sleeping for a week, and when his ears registered the sound of beeping monitors he realized that he could have been. He lay in a hospital cot, and he felt weak, though his drowsiness started to evaporate as he took in his surroundings. He was in the medical ward of the Avenger's mansion, and sitting at his side was Janet, her face stern as she watched him regain consciousness. His mouth felt dry as he spoke, "Oh... hey, bunny."

Janet shook her head at him, not even sure where to begin. When Hank had suddenly collapsed before from an overdose of his medications, Janet had thought he was dead and gone. The doctor that had looked him over when she had rushed him down here had said that he was technically dead for a few minutes. Hank had been in a coma for nearly a week, and Janet had gone over a lot of different feelings as she watched the machines keep him alive. "Don't 'Hey, bunny' me, Hank." Her eyes narrowed as she gauged how well he was regaining his senses.

Hank felt a bit of nervousness creep along his spine and coil into his gut as he watched her serious analysis of him. He reckoned that she was upset with him now, since he had tried to kill himself with those pills he had taken. Given what had happened the last time she had been angry with him, this started a fear in him, which he quickly masked with a rising sense of indignation. "Well, if this isn't a social call, why are you here? Come to rub this in my face?"

Janet felt her own conviction solidify as she listened to the petulance in Hank's voice. He seemed to feel much better, as the doctor had said he would. Janet had waited patiently and worried at his side until he woke, getting very little sleep herself. She had gone over a number of different things she could do when he finally came around, from hugging him to beating him with the I.V. stand, and his attitude only made it easier to decide. Her brow narrowed as she glared at him, and she stood. "I told you what was going to happen the next time you slipped up, Hank."

Hank's eyes widened as she spoke. He knew where this was going, but he could only hope a fool's wish that she meant something else. "Wha-what are you talking about?" Hank sat up in his bed, still feeling weak despite the adrenaline coursing through him. At least he felt no pain, he supposed he had recovered from the drug's effects by now, and was merely a little dehydrated, the weakness brought on from his long sleep. How long had he been out?

Janet walked across the room, flipping the 'Do Not Disturb' sign onto the handle before closing the door and turning to face him. She leveled a steady glare at him then walked over to her purse which sat upon a tray near his bed, rifling through it before pulling out her brush, testing it's weight in her hand as she kept her gaze on Hank. "I'm talking about consequences, Hank."

Hank snarled at her as he pulled back as far from her as he could on the small cot. "What the hell? I'm a sick man, lying on a hospital gurney! You are seriously going to try that now?" Hank projected his anger as well as he could manage, still using it to hide his mounting terror. Janet had already made him feel helpless before when he was at full strength; now that he was feeling so sluggish he knew he had no real hope of physically escaping her, especially since she could mimic the same changes in size he could pull off.

Janet moved towards him and Hank leaned away from her as if she held a deadly snake in her hand and not a brush. "I checked with the doctors. They actually said you were ready to leave a day ago and could go as soon as you woke. The way you're jumping around right now, I think you're fine."

Hank panicked as he watched her advance, trying to think of anything he might say to get her to stop. "I didn't fuck up here, I just mixed some of the wrong meds, that's all, give me a break!"

Janet grabbed his wrist calmly as she sat upon the cot, planning to pull him over her knee. "The doc said the amount you took was four times the recommended dose, in addition to mixing three prescriptions he had personally advised you not to mix. You have just added lying to the reasons you are be punished, Hank."

Hank pulled on his arm suddenly, rolling out of Janet's grasp to hit the floor as he started to scramble towards the door, all rational thought had left him when he realized he couldn't stop her decision by talking his way out of it. Janet caught his leg as he scrabbled forward and dragged him back even as he feebly continued to try to crawl away from her. Janet gave him a few angry slaps to his squirming buttocks that his thin hospital gown did nothing to lessen, and Hank yelped. "No! Wait! You don't understand!"

Janet pulled him the rest of the way back to the cot as Hank clawed at the floor and reached a hand towards the door, as if doing so might bring him closer to it. She yanked him back up and into her lap, finding him a lot more pliable even than she had thought he would be. She supposed that he was probably still drowsy from being in a coma for so long, and she was gentle as she firmly placed him over her knees and secured him for spanking. "You don't understand, Hank. Every time you do something reckless like a child, I spank you like a child."

Hank felt the frustrated tears already pushing at his tear ducts. "I was just trying to deal with the stress, I been under a lot of pressure lately, I didn't know it would effect me so badly!" He tried to struggle but Janet had a tight grip on his arms and legs, and Hank felt a despair welling inside him at his spiraling loss of control.

Janet shook her head, pulling his pants down, which made Hank gasp with expectant fear. "You are lying to yourself too, aren't you? You aren't stupid, Hank. You can see warning labels and hear the doc's warnings as well as the rest of us. You chose to ignore that wisdom, and regardless of whether you did so intentionally or not, we are going to correct it here and now." Janet finalized her statement by bringing the brush down hard on Hank's sit spot, causing him to wail out in a fashion that Janet decided was definitely exaggerated.

Hank squirmed in her grip, breathing in quick ragged breaths as he felt his heart pounding in his ears. His face was flushed with the instant humiliation of being returned to this position for the third time, and how quickly he felt his will being eroded by the swift sharp sting of her slick black brush. "Okay! Your right! I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I swear!" Hank felt the tears he had been holding back loose themselves as he admitted he was wrong; he felt weak for doing so but knew all too well now how bad this could get if he didn't play along.

Janet watched Hank squirm and saw how afraid he was of getting spanked again, feeling an electric thrill from the sight. She really loved her husband, and seeing that he could be so easily moved to repentance made her proud that she had chosen to start spanking him back at the old base and excited at what it might mean for the future. There was something else there too, a strange tingling that she couldn't identify, but she pushed that aside as she concentrated on the task at hand. "Glad to hear it, Hank."

The brush picked up speed as Janet settled into a fast rhythm of vicious swats that quickly turned Hank's ass into a field of red welts, and he cried out desperately as he writhed to and fro, trying in vain to move his burning cheeks from harm's way. "I said I was sorry! Please, can we call this off now?"

Janet swung harder, deciding she didn't like Hank's tone. "The apology is necessary, but it doesn't absolve you of guilt, Hank. You need to feel like you have paid for your stupidity in a way that will deter you from doing it again."

Hank's pleas had seemed exaggerated before, like he was trying to ham it up so she would take mercy on him, but now they seemed to be genuine as he bucked under her whirring assault. "I won't do it again, I swear! Please, I've had enough, I can't take anymore!" Hank was telling the truth; he really didn't feel like he could take any more than he already had, the stinging sensation in his globes was unbearable and somehow growing more unbearable with each slap she administered. He glanced behind him to see that his ass was very red and he sobbed in self pity to be in this situation yet again.

Janet let herself go, giving into the wild need she felt as she watched her husband's ass wriggle beneath her, the brush a lightning stroke of flashing movement as she peppered his rear with slaps that sent his flesh shuddering. "Your done when I say your done, Hank! If we quit when you wanted to quit, there wouldn't be any value to it as a punishment, now would there?"

Hank flailed under her in a sad fish-out-of-water fashion that had to look ridiculous, his eyes wide as he seemed to absorb the impact of her hard swats a few moments after she had delivered them. He had been planning on pleading further, trying to get her to finish the exercise in shame, but his mouth could only produce low and high pitched yells and shouts now. He was well past his ability to endure this sort of pain; he was no soldier, he was a scientist, and what Janet was doing to his rump now was far beyond his ken to deal with. His hands and legs stuttered around in small circles and jerks uselessly as he contorted with the shock of it.

Janet realized she might be hitting him too hard when she saw spittle on Hank's lips and heard the hoarseness of his shrieks, his throat likely already dry from his coma. She felt suddenly sorry for him and pulled back a little, at least giving him the chance to pull in hitching gasps of air as he sobbed and screamed. He was already close to his breaking point, she could tell; her enthusiastic spanking had pushed him along quickly, and she could see that his already weak limbs were beginning to slow their erratic gyrations. Janet felt almost sad that she would need to stop soon, and wondered at the feeling as she sat watching his red cheeks quiver and jump underneath her brush.

When Hank finally collapsed, his body quitting on him even if his mind still screamed to be released, he could more accurately feel Janet's hold on him, and her crotch, which she rubbed against him as she swung on his tender ass. He felt the wetness there and realized in shock that this was arousing to his wife. He almost said something, but from the position he was in he feared her reaction too much, so he held his tongue, wondering now if this wasn't why she had started this whole spanking jaunt. "P-please... Janet..."

Janet looked into Hank's watery eyes and felt a wave of guilt for momentarily forgetting how miserable this was making her husband. She stopped spanking Hank, setting the brush aside as he shook on her lap, crying the tears of a man who had given up trying to mask how he felt. Janet rubbed his back and pulled his gown back down to cover his battered backside.

Hank clutched her leg and sobbed into it as he curled up, trying to hide his shameful tears now as he sought for control of himself. He felt very confused now; he was ultimately glad for the release of his guilt, but Janet's excitement over spanking him both scared and baffled Hank. He now wondered; Was she only spanking him for the joy in it?

Janet put his fears to rest as she herself began to cry at the sight of his misery, letting all the worry and pent up emotion go that she had built up over the last few days watching him attached to those horrible machines, haggard and frail looking in his coma. She pulled him close to her and he didn't resist, hugging him tightly as she cried along with him. "I was so scared. I thought you were dead. Please, please never do anything like that again..."

Hank hugged her back, smiling as he felt a warmth glow in his chest at her confession. She really loved him. "Y-you were here the whole time I was out, weren't you?" Janet nodded silently and Hank felt his tears redouble, a surge of feeling making him feel ridiculous for ever doubting her. He half-smiled, his voice cracking as he stated, "All these bonified heroes here, and you want to stick it out with the fuck-up? Lady, you have horrible taste in men."

Janet laughed and he joined her, the two laying down to rest, Hank faded off to sleep despite the warm sting in his ass as she brushed his hair and sang him a sweet song that they had grown to love together.