EEK! Another SHORT story! This time its a school theme. Roy's the teacher, and Ed's the student! Edward's about 13, just to let you know. You'll see the parental near the end, as usual. I kind've stink at this crap because I SWEAR I make them seem SO OOC! Geez... Anyways, before you continue, I must warn you. THIS STORY CONTAINS SPANKING. It's not Yaoi! Just Parental. This took me two and a half hours and may be my longest drabble thus far, so please don't flame me! Flames will be givin to Roy, who may fire them back at you!

Also, I wish to thank my FIRST reveiwer EVER! That would be Kami-Sama334, and she gets THE HUGEST COOKIE EVER! (She picks the taste.)

Okay...enough! I only have so long to type in one afternoon, so on I go! Enjoy the story!

"Spitballs"

By Dinosaurs On The Moon Cookies!

"Oh my god...I'm SOO sick of this class..." Edward Elric whispered sullenly to himself as he picked at the old tape that stuck to the edge of his desk.

Language Arts was always his worst subject, and it was a wonder he ever passed each year! (Except once...) All he usually did was pick at the tape on his desk, draw on his notes, or make his special quality "Spitballs" that he'd aim at his teacher, Roy Mustang.

Roy Mustang ( for short...) was called 'The Flame' by his students because of his strict disapline. He didn't even give them warnings before they got into troble. He had short black hair and raven eyes covered by a pair of rectangle glasses. He wore short sleeved polo shirts, jeans, and his favorite pair of shoe were blue Converse that had a special circle on the sides. Roy looked like a typical young teacher, just starting off, but he'd really been teaching for almost sixteen years.

Edward Elric was a normal 13 year old slacker. The only way he ever got his classwork or homework done was from being under pressure, and that mostly ended with him in a meltdown that took hours to get out of. He was well known for his drawing, extinsive chatting and signature creation and aim of his spitballs.

(So now that we gotten to know the characters, back to the story...)

As time wore on until Ed would be able to leave for his Band class, Ed was starting to drift off to 'Lalaland'. But then he saw it. On the floor next to his friend Alfons Heidrich's desk. The PERFECT spitball matearial. But sadly, it was next to the doorway, and even if he did manage to go that way, would see him picking it up, and would put him in the "Yellow Zone". And that ment staying behind during break time. But he would get it, no matter how much troble he'd get in!

He raised his hand slowly, hoping to god wouldn't think he was trying to answer a question. His wish came true.

"Yes, Edward?" Roy asked as he started passing out homework papers for the class to start on.

"Um...May I go to the bathroom? Please?" Ed had to work hard not to subdue his grin. His plan was working!

Roy hesitated for a moment, but then answered, "Allright. I trust you'll be back in two minutes?"

"You bet!" Edward said as he sat up in his seat and started out.

"One more thing, Ed."

Ed froze. Had he been found out? "What is it?"

"Do make sure not to sketch fire-breathing dragons in the stalls like yesturday."

Edward blushed rose-red as a majority of the class laughed. "I won't, I promise." he muttered, remembering the pictures.

"Allright, off with you!"

Ed nodded as he rushed out of the classroom, and he managed to pick up the paper! That was because the teacher was at the back of the room, and he hadn't noticed anything suspicous. As he rushed down the long hallway, he picked up various pieces of papers, mostly Sticky Notes. (DISCLAIMER: I don't own the title of Sticky Notes!) And then he reached the boys bathroom at the end of the hall. He scrambled to the nearest stall and locked the door. He had only a minute to make the ammo, and a minute to get back. Thankfully for him, he knew how to make spitballs really fast.

It wasen't long before he had ALL the ammo he'd need. He stuck them in the corner of his mouth to keep them moist, and he walked out of the bathroom and into the hall, where his best friend Alfons was waiting. Opps. He'd been off by a minute. Damn. Thankfully it wasen't too bad that he'd missed only a minute. There wouldn't be any penalty for less than three minutes late.

"Damn, Ed. What took you so long?" was how he was greeted.

He couldn't say anything, so he opened his mouth to reveal the spitballs, and Alfons giggled.

"Ohh! Your ass is in SO much troble of The Flame finds them!"

Ed glared at him, telling him he knew that, seeing as he'd gotten in troble tons of times because of them.

"Allright, I get it. We need to go back before he does burn yo' ass!"

The friends headed back to class without a word, and he didn't get in troble. He went back to his seat and saw the paper. Vocabulary. Eww.

He decided this time would be oppertune time for the shooting to begin. Anyways,the paper was starting to wear thin, and that was the best time to do it.

He took one out of his mouth, and got his black straw out of his pocket. Then Ed stuffed the ball into the canon, and began his aim. But that was when he got a better idea! Why not use two canons instead of one? He grabbed a secound straw and loaded it, and aimed it. For 's head. At the nose.

He sucked in a deep breath of air before he stuck the straws in his mouth, and he saw Alfons trying really hard not to laugh as he delivered the air to the straws. The spitballs went flying. And hit its intended mark. Right in the nostrols, it almost went up Roy's nose!

didn't notice because they flew out of his nose and onto the floor, and Alfons almost let out a giggle.

Even though he knew it was getting risky, Ed grabbed for two more, and got them in the straws, and aimed for a place he'd never aimed at before. Roy's ass.

Once Alfons figured out where his smaller blond friend was aiming the straws, his blue eyes almost blew out of his sockets. Ed knew he didn't have much longer before Alfons would accidently give him away. So he blew into the canons, harder then he intended to.

If you were within thirty feet of Roy's ass, you would have heard a really load SMACK! And you would have seen what I'm about to tell you.

By now Roy knew who had done it, because by then Alfons couldn't contain himself and he fell out in a mad cackle spree. Roy slowly turned his head in Edward's direction, and the class, except for Alfons was completely silent. They wanted to see what he would do to Edward.

Ed saw that he was doomed and chose that time as the time to run. Literally.

He bolted up and leaped like a ballerina across a line of desks, and made a fast beeline for the door. And he almost made it out to freedom. But Roy was faster. He grabbed Edward by the wrist, and closed the door that Ed had opened as the break bell rang.

"Mary, could you take to class outside while I deal with Ed?" asked a girl in the front row near him.

Mary nodded and dismissed the class.

Ed tried feverishly to break loose, but the man had an iron grip! He sqealed as he pulled and scratched at Roy's hand. But he Roy didn't make a move until the very last student was out of the classroom.

Roy locked the classroom door so noone could get in, and Edward couldn't break out. That made Ed growl like a wild animal, but he knew it was too late to escape. Then he lead Edward to a hardwood chair and sat him down, giving him a treatning look so he wouldn't struggle. As Ed sat there defeated, Roy opened the very bottom desk drawer, and guess what he pulled out? A classic paddle. Yes, that thing.

"Is that still legal?" Ed gasped, shrinking back in the chair, knowing who the paddle was for.

"No, it isn't. But I still do it, on rare occasions. And this is one of those times. I have to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget. Okay?" Roy said, holding the paddle in one hand and slapping the other hand with it.

"Why that thing, though?" Ed protested.

"Because, as your father in the classroom, I have to punish you like any father, so you'll never do the sin you commited ever again."

"But you're not my dad!"

"That doesn't matter at this time. Now pull both your pant and underwear down, and lean over my desk. That's a direct order."

Edward shivered as he slowly undid his belt, and let his black jeans fall down to the floor, leaving him in his plain white undies.

"Underwear too, Ed."

The teen hissed as he pulled his underwear to the ground, and bent over onto the desk, his pale bottom exposed to the light. He pressed his hands to his side as he tensed up for the first swat.

SMACK!

Ed yowled in pain as the man hit him, and he tried to cover his reddening rear end. But Roy grabbed his hands and forced them over Ed's head.

SMACK! SMACK!

"I'm sssorry! Please ssstop! It hhhurtsss!" Ed cried, tears flowing out of his golden eyes, and onto his blond hair that lay beside him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Ed tried to wriggle out of Roy's death grip, but got hit again, harder this time. It went on like that for another four minutes until Ed had completely given up, and recieved a total of twenty swats.

His ass was a dark red, and he was crying almost uncontrollably, and he awaited his next order.

"Allright. You can put your clothes back on now. And when you're done, sit in the chair. We need to finish here." Roy panted, tired from the force he used.

Once Edward had put his pants and undies back on, he sat in the chair, wincing at the pain it gave him. Roy sat at his desk beside where Ed was, and turned to spinny chair to face him.

"I knew it was against the law to do that in school, but at least that means I won't have to give you and real punishment now. You've suffered enough today. Now give me a hug. I know that sounds creepy!"

Ed smiled as he walked over and hugged him. "Thanks, Dad."

Roy laughed, "You're welcome."

THE END!

P.S.

Ed never made spitballs EVER again. And the moral...

NEVER AIM AND FIRE A SPITBALL AT MUSTANG'S ASS. EVER. YOU'LL GET LICKED BY FLAMES ON YOUR ASS!

NOW THE END! :)