Slade and Red both glanced up when Robin entered the room with the case gripped tightly in his hand. "I'm very disappointed in you, Robin." The mercenary wasted no time scolding him. "I gave you direct orders not to speak to them." He was too angry to notice Robin's awkward waddle or the fact that tear stains had leaked out from under the boy's mask. As he walked towards him, he did however notice the absolutely fetid stench coming from his apprentice. And he had a pretty good idea of what it was, too. In one swift move, he ripped off the younger's mask and looked down at his watering eyes. "Robin, did this happen during the fight?" He asked calmly.

The boy shook his head and tried to keep his emotions under control. He would not cry in front of Slade.

"After then?"

Robin nodded and squirmed uncomfortably in the mess. He was fairly certain that it had reached his thighs by now. He winced, waiting for some sort of beating, but instead, Slade roughly grabbed his arm and yanked him in the direction of the bathroom.

"This is disgusting and shameful, Robin." Slade scolded the boy. "You should feel very embarrassed."

Robin was tugged into the bathroom where he was lifted into the bathtub again, just like his first day as Slade's apprentice. His shirt and shoes were removed, his socks, armor, and weaponry being confiscated as well until he was standing in his pants. Slowly, those too were peeled away and the noise of revulsion that Slade made was enough to bring even more tears to Robin's eyes. He quickly wiped them away as Slade yelled for Red's assistance. Bowing his head so that he didn't have to look at their expressions, Robin winced at the sound of Red's gasp.

"Holy shit, kid! What did you do?" Red gaped. He reached under the sink and pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

His pull-up was removed next and suddenly he was standing naked in front of the two men wearing nothing but the mess that covered his backside and parts of his front. "This is completely unacceptable, Robin." Slade snapped as he roughly hosed the boy down. "I would expect this from a toddler, not a sixteen year old vigilante."

"Aw, cut him some slack, it's not his fault." Red frowned. "It's not like he did it on purpose."

"Accident or no, he's still getting punished. I already told him the consequences for such repugnance." Slade replied. "Not to mention he completely disobeyed direct orders during his mission."

Robin remained completely silent as they talked, staring at his feet in humiliation as Slade aggressively wiped his bottom, his thighs, his groin, anywhere that the mess may have gone. There was no gentleness to it, but swift efficiency. At one point, Red got up and returned with a pull-up.

"Put that back, Red. Robin can't be trusted to wear such mature undergarments. Go get a diaper and some rash cream from the bedroom." Slade ordered.

Red cast Robin a sympathetic look as the boy's lip began to wobble, but didn't argue with the mercenary as he went back to the room. Once he was clean, Slade wrapped the hero in a towel and picked him up and over his shoulder. Robin made a small sound of protest as he was carried into the bedroom where Red was waiting for him. Dropping the boy onto his bed, he turned to Red.

"Make sure he doesn't move." Slade instructed. He left the room, leaving an awkward silence between the two. Robin was wallowing in shame and humiliation, Red could tell, and yet he still managed to refrain from crying. The boy was tough. If Slade had shamed him the way he'd done to Robin, Red was pretty sure he'd burst into tears the moment he opened his mouth. His poor little bird. When Slade returned, he glanced up and his jaw nearly dropped when he saw what the older man was holding in his hand.

"Robin, it's time for your punishment." He stated. The boy looked up and panic bubbled up in his chest when he caught sight of the paddle. It was wooden, at least half an inch thick with six holes drilled into it spaced evenly apart. His lip wobbled and he miserably looked up at Slade.

"Please." He whimpered.

"Remove your towel and roll over with your legs hanging over the side of the bed." Slade replied calmly.

Red sighed and walked over. "Come on, Slade. Is this really necessary? I think the kid's been through enough for one evening." He protested.

"He needs to learn to obey his master and if you have a problem with that, you can lie down, too." Slade replied. Red looked at him pleadingly. "You may comfort him while I administer his punishment, but that is all." The thief nodded and sat down on the bed beside Robin.

"Just get it over with." Red murmured into his ear. "You can put your head in my lap and hold my hand if you want."

Robin didn't move for a few minutes and the two men waited patiently for him. Finally, he removed his towel and with a face flaming as red as the thief's hair, He bent himself over the bed, resting his head on Red's lap. Red immediately began to pet his hair soothingly, brushing his bangs out of his face. He felt a hand nudge at his side.

"Raise your hips, Robin." Slade ordered. The boy obeyed and he soon felt a pillow being positioned beneath him. When he lowered himself back down, he blushed in embarrassment to find that his ass was now propped up in the air. Slade removed his gloves and rubbed a hand over the boy's perfectly smooth bottom. Without warning, he administered a sharp slap to the center of Robin's left cheek and the boy let out a surprised yelp.

"Since it is your first time, I'll do you a favor." Slade stated. "I have a number in my head of how many smacks I think you deserve. I want you to tell me how many spanks you think you deserve. If you guess more than my number, I'll go with your number. If you guess too low, I'll double the number that I have in my head."

Red's head snapped up and he scowled. "Slade!"

The man ignored him. "Now, Robin. How many hits with the paddle do you think you deserve?"

Robin was squirming with fright now. It was going to happen and he knew it would hurt horribly. "T-twenty f-five." He whimpered, his voice shaking with fear.

"Hmmm, what do you think, Red? Is that enough?" Slade asked.

"Plenty." Red replied quickly.

"Alright then, I agree that seems a suitable punishment for the crime." Slade nodded. He raised the paddle. "Ready, boy?"

The boy shook and tightly grabbed the hand that Red held out to him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited.

SMACK!

Robin's entire body jarred forward and he let out a pained grunt. Several joints cracked in Red's hand but he let go of the hero.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Robin cried out in agony and his toes curled at the pain. He writhed, wanting it to be over already but there was no escaping this.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Slade didn't hold back or give him any favors. He beat him thoroughly, pinking his bottom like the inside of a medium rare steak. Robin's cries gradually turned to bawls, which in turn escalated into screams of pure agony and misery. Tears streamed down his face with no resistance left to hide his weakness. Red felt helpless, petting his hair and kissing the back of his hand.

"Just seven more, Robin. You can do it. Six now…five…I know you can do this…" He murmured. It broke his heart to hear his little bird scream and cry from pain that he hardly even deserved. Slade was too uptight and after this was over, that paddle was going to mysteriously disappear. "Three left, birdy. That's all. Then it'll be all over and we can go watch TV." He said over the boy's shrill bawling. "Two now, there you go. Almost there."

"Last one." Slade announced, landing one final and especially brutal WHAP! onto Robin's reddened backside. He stepped back to survey his work and nodded in satisfaction. "The next time you think about defying me, I want you to remember this punishment, Robin." Slade stated before leaving him to weep into Red's lap. Once he had left, Red stood up and gathered up a diaper and other necessary changing supplies for the boy. He grabbed some aloe off of the top of his dresser.

"It's all over, Robin. He's done." Red told him in a gently voice. He stroked the raven hair and inspected Robin's bottom with a bit of a wince. The welts were most likely burning and stinging something fierce and Red had never felt sorrier for someone in his life. "I'm going to make your bottom feel better, birdy." Red murmured. He felt bad for leaving Robin to just sob into the bed sheets, but he could cuddle the boy in a minute. Right now he just needed to get some medicine on his enflamed ass cheeks. "This might sting a little at first." He warned, squeezing aloe onto his hands before delicately rubbing them over red skin. Robin's back arched and he yowled in pain. Red felt horrible, but he kept going. The medication would sink in soon enough. Once his bottom had been massaged with aloe, he rolled the boy over. Then he coated it in diaper rash cream and baby powder before taping him up in a soft night diaper.

Robin looked like a broken doll. He was in too much pain to move and his face was a red, tearstained mess. Red sighed and grabbed a baby wipe, caressing the boy's jaw as he lovingly wiped his face clean. Grabbing one of his own larger shirts, he tugged it on over Robin's head but left his diapered bottom the way it was. Who was going to see, anyway? Picking him up bridal style to avoid touching his flaming backside, Red carried him to the living room to watch TV and cuddle. The rest of the evening was spent stroking his fingers up and down Robin's arms until he had dozed off.