Operant Conditioning: the use of consequences to modify the occurrence and form of behavior.
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"You put yourself in a lot of danger today, and for no reason whatsoever."
Wolf growled. "I wasn't in any danger, and I had plenty of reasons!"
Logan crossed his arms. "Oh really? Please, tell them to me!"
Wolf huffed. "Well, I didn't know the dog, so I had to challenge it because it was on my territory! And out of everyone here, I think I was the best one to take care of that!"
Logan just stared at him for a few seconds, then said, "That may be true, but I think there was more to it. You were showing off."
"I wasn't showing off!"
"Yes you were; you were showing off and you weren't thinking."
"I was thinking fine!" Wolf protested.
"Oh you were, were you? Then why didn't you think about what would have happened if that dog had attacked you? You could have been seriously injured, maybe picked up a really nice disease, and if someone outside of this institute found out we could be in serious legal trouble. How would you like that? And do you really think that no one else could handle a stray? We were taking care of it! That's why we wanted the students inside, including you! Then we could have tranquilized it or called animal control. Heck, I could have just gone out and hauled it off the property; I don't get diseases. See, there were a lot of things that are safer that we could have done!" He sat on the table next to Wolf.
Wolf growled and looked away. "You're making a big deal out of nothing, Logan. I had it completely under control."
Logan sighed in annoyance. "Yeah, just like you have this under control," he said as he pulled him over his lap.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"What, you weren't expecting this?" Logan asked as he began to swat him, "This is what happens when you don't think; you get hurt."
Wolf grunted in annoyance. "C'mon, stop! He didn't attack me, did he?"
Logan gave him an extra-hard swat. "That doesn't matter! What matters is that you weren't' being careful and that could have led to a whole lot of bad stuff! Weren't you listening?!"
Wolf wasn't really paying attention. All he knew was that the last time he had been in this position he was too shocked to do anything about it. That, and there were other students watching. This time, however, he was alone with Logan and he wasn't just going to lie down and take it.
He grabbed Logan's leg and sunk his teeth into the flesh until he tasted blood. Then he locked his jaw in place so Logan couldn't escape easily.
As soon as Logan felt pain in his leg he paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
"Wolf," he growled, "If you want to bite my leg, that's fine. You can bite it all day long; it'll heal. However, if you hurt me, it's only fair that I get to hurt you back. If you don't let go by the time I count to three, this spanking is going to be a lot longer and harder than it would be if you just let go. Your choice."
He gave Wolf a few seconds to think it over, then began to count. "One… two…"
Wolf let go and put his head down in defeat. He was angry, but not angry enough to risk more pain.
He felt a hand tousle his hair.
"Good boy," Logan said, "You're starting to think again."
That small affirmation along with the touch was enough to make Wolf feel a little better about his situation, especially because now he knew that Logan wasn't angry at him.
"Just so you know, that was your only warning. Next time I won't give you a choice," Logan said as he grabbed Wolf's waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. To his surprise, Wolf didn't show any sign of protest.
Wolf was too busy thinking about how to get away. He noticed the feeling of cool air on his rear, but he ignored it. He figured that Logan was trying to embarrass him, but that wasn't going to work. He spent half of his time running around naked in his canine form; this was no different.
Then he felt the first swat, and it stung like heck!
He twisted around. "What the h*ll?! That hurts worse than before!"
"That's what happens when I pull your pants down, Wolf," Logan said, rolling his eyes and keeping a steady rhythm with his swats, "Why'd you think I pulled 'em down? And you'd better watch that language!"
"I don't know!" Wolf yelled, squirming, "I had no idea what you were doing!"
Logan paused. "Really?" he asked, "The why the h*ll didn't you try to stop me?! You'd just let someone pull down your pants for no reason?! What the h*ll is wrong with you?!" He swatted him harder.
"Oooow!" Wolf whined, thrashing, "Of course not! I just trust you!"
Logan eased up on him. "You say that, but you don't trust me enough to get rid of a little dog!"
Wolf snorted. "Will you get over that already? That's all you've been talking about!"
Logan growled. He never knew what to expect to come out of Wolf's mouth next. "That's the whole reason I'm spanking you!"
"Yeah? Well it's a f*cking stupid reason!" Wolf growled.
"That does it," Logan said, pushing Wolf off his lap so he could stand. "How many times have I told you to watch your language?" he asked as he opened a drawer and rummaged through it.
Wolf sat on the floor where he landed, pants around his ankles, watching Logan with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.
Logan pulled out a small tube, about the size of the ones full of toothpaste that you find on an airplane. "Answer me," he growled.
Wolf looked to the side. "I don't know, a lot?"
"Exactly," Logan said, "I've lost count!" He walked over to Wolf and twisted the lid off. "Stand up and open your mouth," he ordered.
Wolf stood, but instinctively closed it. "What is it?" he asked, trying to keep his mouth shut.
"Nothing dangerous," Logan smirked, "Now open up."
Wolf clamped his mouth shut and shook his head.
Logan sighed. "I don't have time for this," he said as he swatted Wolf, making him yelp. While his mouth was still open in protest Logan lodged his thumb between Wolf's jaws, preventing him from closing them again. He squeezed the tube and a thick, black paste came out, forming a line down the center of Wolf's tongue.
As soon as he tasted it, Wolf tried to pull away. It was strong and bitter; very offensive to his senses.
"Keep still!" Logan growled, keeping a grip on his jaw.
Wolf whimpered it complaint, but he couldn't really move his head.
Logan used the tip of the tube to spread the paste all over Wolf's tongue, even under it. Then he let go.
"Augh!" Wolf yelled, "That stuff tastes horrible!"
Logan watched him, amused by his reaction. "I warned you, Wolf. From now on, when I hear you cuss, I'm going to either give you a dose of that medicine or I'll wash your mouth out with soap." He sat back down on the table. "Get back over here. As soon as I'm done with your punishment, I'll let you rinse your mouth out."
Wolf glared at him. "That's not fair! My senses are a hundred times better than yours! You don't even know how bad this is!"
"Then don't cuss next time I tell you not to," Logan said, grabbing his ear and pulling him over his lap, "Somehow I think you'll survive this one."
Wolf growled as he found himself back over Logan's lap, his pants still down. Logan began to swat him again, quickly this time. Wolf didn't have enough time to recover between hits.
By the time Logan was done, Wolf was reduced to sobs. Logan sighed and rubbed circles on his back to calm him.
When Wolf calmed a little and was breathing more regularly, Logan pulled up his boxers and pants, sat him up, and did one think that he thought he affect Wolf the most: he pulled him into a hug. "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked quietly.
Wolf clung to him, shaking. He felt very secure with Logan holding him. "Yes," he whispered.
"I know how much you want to beat me, and how much you like to be in charge. However, you can't lead anyone if you don't think through everything clearly. No one will respect you if all you do is show off."
Wolf sniffed. He didn't think about it like that."Sorry," he mumbled into Logan's shoulder.
Logan smiled and rubbed Wolf's head. "I forgive you. Now go stand in the corner." He sent him off his lap with a light swat.
Wolf groaned at the swat, then looked at Logan in confusion.
Logan pointed. "Go to the corner!"
Wolf tilted his head. "Why?" he asked, not defiantly but curiously.
Logan hesitated. Had he never had to stand in the corner before? "It's part of your punishment," he explained as he got up, loosely took Wolf's wrist, led him to a corner, and turned him around. "Stay here until I tell you that you can come out. And you need to be quiet and still, or i will make you stand there longer. I want you to think about what you did."
Wolf nodded, looking down. The taste in his mouth was worse now with no distractions.
Logan made him stand there for ten minutes, then let him out. "Go ahead and rinse your mouth out now," he said.
Wolf rushed to a sink and rinsed as much of the foul taste away as he could, but he knew it would linger the rest of the day.
Logan watched him with a smirk. "Okay now?" he asked.
Wolf looked up and nodded, water dripping from his chin.
"Let's go then," Logan said, "I have a class to teach."
As they were walking out, Wolf rubbed up against Logan. "Sorry for worrying you," he said quietly.
Logan was slightly surprised at the change in Wolf. He never thought he'd apologize for something like that, except maybe directly after his spanking. He rubbed Wolf's head again. "Just don't do it again and I'll be happy."
Wolf nodded. "I'll try not to."
"Good. Now, I think Pyro is waiting for you over there."