"Stay here," Ororo ordered. She left Wolf standing in front of her desk as she walked back to close and lock the door.

Wolf rubbed his ear nervously. He wasn't sure it would ever work again after he had been dragged around by it like that.

Storm walked back over and pulled her chair out from behind the desk. Then she sat down and looked at Wolf. "You know what to do," she said, patting her lap.

Wolf groaned. As much as he wanted to touch her legs, this was not how he wanted to be introduced to them. But Logan's warning was still fresh in his mind, so he silently complied and draped himself across her lap.

"Just to warn you," she said as she began to pull down his pants and boxers, "Logan has told the rest of the teachers the kind of stunts you might pull in case we ever had to do this. You try anything with me and I will strike you with a lightening bolt." She paused to let that sink in. "Of course, it would be small enough not to do any damage; but trust me, it will hurt!"

Wolf whimpered at the thought. "Yes ma'am," he mumbled, bracing himself.

"Good," she said, "I'm glad we understand each other."

Wolf shifted uncomfortably. He remembered what happened last time he was spanked bare, and that didn't go over so well. And he wasn't exactly embarrassed having his pants down in front of a lady, but something didn't feel right…

SMACK!

"Aaaaaooooow! What the h*ll?" he gasped.

"Watch your language or I'll wash your mouth out."

"What the- What are you using?" he managed to ask between yelps of pain after each swat. Sitting on a cattle prod would be slightly less painful then this!

"My hand," she smirked, creating a steady rhythm with her swats.

"No fu- no freakin' way!" he protested as he began to squirm. "Logan's hand doesn't hurt half as bad!"

"I'm putting a little electricity into my hand to make sure you learn from this," she answered him.

"Wha- what?" he huffed, "You're insa-OW!"

"You will talk to me with respect from now on," she said as she swatted his thighs to drive the point home.

"Ah! Okay!" he yelped, really squirming and pushing now.

"Stay still," she ordered, "Or do I need that lightening?"

He groaned as he stilled himself, but he couldn't manage to stop moving completely. It wasn't fair; he wasn't even going to do that stuff to her that he did to Logan. First of all, she was a woman. And second, she couldn't heal like Logan did. She didn't need to keep threatening him with the lightening thing.

Several swats later, Wolf was howling in pain and begging her to stop as tears streamed down his face.

"Please! No more!" he sobbed.

Much to his relief, she paused. Then she held her hand about six inches above his butt.

"Did you learn your lesson?" she asked as she let static electricity flow from her hand to his rump, covering every inch.

"Y-yes," he groaned as he squirmed around. That itching, burning, tingling sensation that static electricity causes was magnified to the point that he felt he was being stung by several bees at once.

"What did you learn?" she asked, holding him in place as she did that.

"I'll respect you," he said slowly, voice wavering, "An' I'll k-keep quiet in class."

"I doubt that," she said wryly, "I want no more name calling, no more cursing, no more coming to class late, and I want homework to be done on time. Understand?"

"Yes!" he sobbed, kicking his legs slightly, "S-sorry!" His face flushed; this was embarrassing.

"Good," she said, cutting off her power. She rubbed his head until he calmed down a little. "You can get up now," she said softly as she pulled his pants and boxers back up.

He sniffed and wiped his eyes, then slowly stood. That hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before. It even hurt more then starvation, and he had experienced that enough times to be able to compare the two.

"'M sorry," he mumbled, looking down and rubbing his butt.

"I forgive you," she said as she stood up, "Now let's go. I think Logan is expecting a report."

Wolf nodded and followed her out.

They walked to Logan's office and went inside.

He looked up when he heard them enter. "Did he behave himself?" he asked Ororo, eyeing Wolf.

"Yes," she said, "He didn't give me any trouble."

"Good," Logan said, smiling slightly, "Maybe we're finally getting through to him."

Wolf blushed and looked away. He didn't like that tone Logan used.

"Maybe," Ororo agreed, "And now I must go. I will see you later."

"See you then," Logan said as she left.

"I'm going to sleep now," Wolf yawned. For some reason being spanked made him sleepy.

"No you're not," Logan said.

"I'm not?" Wolf growled in annoyance.

"No, you have detention with me. Remember?"

Wolf groaned. This day kept getting worse.