WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THE SPANKING OF A TEEN. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, THEN DON'T READ!!!!!

Learning: the modification of behavior resulting form specific experiences

SWAT! Wolf yelped. Hey, that actually hurt!

"How many times have I told you to watch your mouth?!" Logan asked as he brought his hand down on Wolf's bottom again.

SWAT!

"What the heck?!" Wolf said, still not quite believing what was happening. "Stop it! That hurts!" He struggled to get off of Logan's lap.

"That's the point, Wolf," Logan said, keeping his voice calm and getting into a steady rhythm of swats, "You're supposed to learn from this. If you didn't want a spanking, then you should have obeyed my rules. Now, stay still. It'll go faster if you do."

"Your rules weren't fair!" Wolf protested, thrashing about even more to escape. D*mn his calm voice! Logan was doing that to make him angry!

"I had my reasons for them," Logan said, still calm, "And be quiet. You're making a scene."

Wolf glanced over and noticed that his team was watching. His face flushed. Great. He immediately got still and stopped talking. He would not embarrass himself any more in front of them.

Logan noticed the change. Good, he thought, maybe something's finally getting through to him. He began to swat just a little bit harder.

Wolf bit his lip to keep from yelping. It was getting harder to stop himself.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

They just kept coming. Tears pricked Wolf's eyes as he started to make little whining noises.

Logan was actually impressed that he made it this far without sobbing. Most of his other students would be wailing by now. This kid was stubborn!

Then, out of nowhere: "OOOOOOOOWW!"

It wasn't a wail; it was a howl. Tears were streaming down Wolf's face as he started to yell and buck unintentionally.

Logan raised an eyebrow. Wow, he had some lungs! Well, it kinda makes sense, he thought, after all, he is a wolf. He would howl.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP!" Wolf continued, along with incomprehensible babbles.

Logan swatted him ten more times, then paused, placing his hand on Wolf's back.

Wolf immediately stopped yelling and craned his head back to look at Logan.

"That," Logan said, "was for cursing and hurting my balls. And this," he lifted his hand up to start spanking again, "is for drawing blood."

He began the same rhythm as before, alternating cheeks.

"Noooooooooo!" Wolf howled again. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

I hate him! Wolf thought, I hate his stupid class, his stupid rules, his stupid smirk! Why's he have to do this in front of the class?! Why did I have to make him bleed?!

Logan judged that Wolf was soon at his breaking point. That was what he was aiming for. He lowered one leg and slightly raised his other one, giving him easier access to Wolf's sit spots, the more sensitive and thus more effective place.

Wolf howled again as the pain suddenly increased. What was he doing back there?

Finally, after about seven more swats, Wolf collapsed over Logan's lap and just sobbed. Logan gave him about five more, then stopped, rubbing Wolf's back and waiting for him to calm down.

When Wolf had calmed down and began to softly hiccup, Logan lifted him off his lap and gave him a hug, then pushed him to a standing position.

"Are you gonna behave now?" he asked.

Wolf nodded, first wiping his eyes then reaching back to rub his behind.

"Keep your hands at your side," Logan said sternly.

Startled, Wolf dropped them down immediately. He did start to shift from foot to foot, however, trying to relieve some of the sting.

Logan smiled. "Good boy, you're learning. Now, I want you to lie down in the fetal position, facing the wall."

Defiance shot back into Wolf's eyes. "What?"

"You agreed to do what I say for the rest of class if I beat you, and I want you to lay down. Or, if you want, I can spank you again, because that was part of the rules too."

Wolf looked at him a second longer, then looked down again in defeat. Wordlessly he curled up on the floor.

"Good," Logan said, "Now you stay like that. I don't want you to move a muscle, especially not to rub your bum. I'll let you know when you can get up again."

He faced the rest of the class. "Are you ready to start now?"