May turned out to be really good at mixing Tequila Sunrises, and after three of them, Skye was feeling really good about getting spanked more or less in public. With May's hand on her shoulder, she walked out of Coulson's office.

The others were already gathered, sitting in the conference room's chairs. Ward looked up at her as she passed. "You know, you don't have to do this. May will get over it if you don't."

"She'll probably just ignore you for a while," Jemma agreed.

Fitz added "Two or three years, tops."

Skye threw her arms out. "Guys, it's all good. I'm an adult, okay? I get spanked in front of people all the time. Plus, I'm on the internet all day. I've seen some shit. Do you know what a midget looks like naked? It is nothing like my Hobbit fan art."

"You're sure?" Grant insisted.

"Totes mcgoats sure!" Skye insisted right back. She undid her belt. "Look!" And dropped her pants. "Those are my panties. My big-girl panties."

"You're not wearing panties."

Skye covered her crotch. "Fucking tequila…"

Coulson stepped out of the bathroom, still wiping his hands off with a paper towel. Awww, he washed his hands before spanking me. Skye knew she'd always liked him for a reason.

"Skye, I've already briefed the others. Ready when you are." He took a seat at the front of the room. "If you're sure."

"Yes, I'm sure!" Skye kinda—shuffled sideways like a crab might to keep her goods hidden. God, why couldn't her shirt be longer? Yes, its tightness showed off her boobs, but at what cost? "This isn't my first rodeo metaphor, okay? I got spanked, like, a hundred times in college."

"You went to college?" May asked desultorily.

"Yes!" She wilted under May's stare. "To a party at a college! A community college. Everyone there was very nice."

"Bend over the nice man's lap," May ordered.

Skye sorta beached herself over Coulson's legs, like a whale. "Yeah! There's my butt, all spanky." She gave it a self-confident little shake, which got a harumph from him like one of those old walrus-y Victorian dudes. God, so cute.

May was at Coulson's side, and Skye felt her eyes on her ass a lot more than his. She also noticed the others were very closely watching the side of her thigh that she was presenting to them; Fitz had his legs crossed. She gave them a hearty smile and was just trying to wink when—smack!

She heard the thunderclap of it a beat before the pain started in her left buttock. It lingered for a moment before turning to a warm soreness pressing into her skin like needles.

Skye gasped and automatically tried to straighten against the pain, but immediately Coulson's big hand was there, on a pressure point between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. "Easy there, agent. Get used to the sensation. Just twenty-nine to go."

Twenty-nine? He had to have miscounted. That was… okay, one from thirty, yeah. But Christ, he couldn't have counted that as two?

"You can't just spank someone without warning!" Skye whined. "I wasn't ready, okay, you have to wait till I'm ready!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Coulson asked, sounding mainly apologetic. "You've taken your pants off in front of everyone already. That's no small thing."

"Yeah! It's fine! I just needed to get my chi up first."

May crouched down so she was eye-level with the doubled-over Skye. "You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Because we could make things a little easier for you."

"Easier?"

May nodded, her exquisite eyebrows knitting together. "Ten spanks. If you don't cry out, that's all you have to take."

"And if I do cry?"

"Then you have to fuck everyone in this room."

"Whoa!" Jemma cried, jerking upright.

Leo pulled her back down. "Hear her out."

"Don't do it, Skye," Grant said simply.

Skye fixed him with the meanest stare she could while bare-bottomed on another man's lap. "What, you don't think I can do it?"

"You can't do it, and I can't yodel. Let's keep our limitations in mind."

"Dude, not only can I do it, but I'm an adult. Having sex with five people? I do that shit at showings of Harry Potter."

"So we have a deal?" May asked.

"Hells yeah! Bring on the spanking! I am so ready!" Coulson's hand stung her ass. "Oww! I wasn't ready-ready—"

"Smack her ass seven more times," May ordered. When Skye reached back to rub at her sore ass, May slapped her hand away. "Let her have it, Phillip."

"Sorry about this, Skye, but you asked for it."

As the next swat came down on Skye's cheeks, she mentally conceded it was possible she had made some poor life choices. Her mind would've countered that how could it be that bad a decision if she was getting spanked on a private jet, but then the same pain hit her again, worse this time. The stinging heat shot through her ass like wildfire, squeezing her eyes shut and opening her mouth. But the brunette wouldn't let one stray noise out.

I'm an adult! She thought determinedly. I'm an adult! A fucking adult!

"Harder!" May ordered, standing over her, and Skye took a blow to each cheek, so hard they jerked her body forward. Skye's lip wobbled and she felt tears almost as hot as the pain run down her face. "Stop!" May called.

Skye laid across Coulson's lap, her ass feeling the red that it looked, as May circled around her body. Reaching out, May placed her hand on Skye's ass and applied a gentle pressure to the area where Coulson's hand had landed. It hurt—but it also felt good, having May do it. The pain was diffused, somehow. Nice.

"You've been a very bad girl, Skye. That's why you're being punished. But you know we love you and are just doing this for your own good, right?"

"I, uh, what?" Skye lost her already confused train of thought as May's hand went from feeling to squeezing. Her hair was slipping down over her face and she tried to hide behind it, feeling far more embarrassed than she let on. It wasn't the spanking or the nudity that was doing it. It was that the heat had moved under May's ministrations. It wasn't on her ass anymore. It was lower—deeper.

Like she was getting turned on by this, almost.

"May's right," Coulson said. "We're not doing this because of a bet. You've made some poor choices lately and we're hoping this will help you learn."

May gripped Skye's ass painfully, her fingers digging it. "Acting out in the way you have is completely unacceptable. You may be an adult, but you are also an agent serving under us and you will follow our orders at all times. And if you don't, we will do whatever it takes to make the consequences of your actions sink in. If you want to act like a baby, you'll be treated like a baby."

"I don't—what—but I'm—"

"Hit her again," May ordered, and Skye braced herself as she sensed Coulson's hand raising. Even with the warning, it came as a surprise after May's sweet caress, and seemed to hurt even worse than before, the sound echoing in Skye's ears. She gritted her teeth together to keep her yelp in her throat. "Say you're sorry, Skye."

The tears were flowing freely down Skye's cheeks. "I'm sorry, May!"

May must have given some kind of signal, because the next spank seemed to come from her. Skye held in a whimper as the pain flowed up her body. "What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for disobeying your orders and questioning you and not being a good agent—" Another smack had Skye arching her back. It hurt so bad, but she could feel herself getting wet. Her cheeks burned as hot as her ass. What was wrong with her? "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry!"

If May noticed the slip, she didn't mention it. "Now apologize to the team you've endangered with your behavior."

Skye looked at the others and her embarrassment grew. Some looked ashamed of her, others looked aroused, and which was which seemed to change with every second she looked at them. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! O—" Another spank had her practically swallowing her tongue to keep from crying out.

I'm an adult, I'm an adult, I'm an adult!

"One more," May said. She wasn't unmerciful. She petted Skye's hair as she spoke. "Are you ready, baby?"

Skye nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It hurt so bad, she thought anything she said would be followed by a scream.

"Here it comes," May announced, and Skye felt Coulson's hand slap across her ass—at the same time May's hand twisted in her hair and pulled, hard.

"OWWWWW!" Skye screamed for a good few seconds before stopping herself. A fresh set of tears ran out of her eyes as she looked up at May, her hands shielding her burning ass. "You—that's cheating!"

"You think there'll be rules out in the field? You think if you're being interrogated, your captors will limit themselves to smacking your ass ten times? You need to be able to adapt to changing circumstances, and clearly you haven't. This is exactly the kind of situation you should've exercised good judgment to avoid, but since you can't, now I'm going to be handling your training."

Grabbing Skye by the scruff of her shirt, May wrenched her out of Coulson's lap and then forced her to her knees. Her other hand brushed open Coulson's legs. Skye saw the bulge in his pants.

"Look what you've done with all your wiggling around," May commented, shoving Skye's face into Coulson's crotch. "Look how hard he is. You did that, and you're going to fix it."

Skye looked up at May frantically. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and she didn't know how to make it stop. If she wanted it to stop. "But I…"

May crouched beside her, cupping Skye's skull like she meant to twist it off her neck. One hand at the nape of her neck and one on her jaw. "Does baby not know what to do? Does baby need help?"

Skye could've wept in relief. Yes. May was going to show her what to do. She didn't know what she was doing. She needed someone to show her. Someone wise and powerful and strong, like Melinda May. "Please will you show me? Please May?"