Logan entered Hank's office carrying Wolf. Hank had just finished taking care of Zane, and Jimmy was waiting by the door to leave. The tension in the room tripled as they became aware of each other.
"Calm down, Pup," Logan said quietly as he felt him bristle. "Hank, are you done with them?"
"Just finished," Hank said as he let Zane down from the examining table.
"Good, take care of him," he set Wolf down on the table, "He'll need to be checked for parasites too."
Hank nodded. "That should be interesting," he said wryly.
Wolf whined and tried to inch off of the table, glancing at the instruments Hank had sitting out.
Logan rubbed his head. "Stay Pup. If you behave for Hank, I'll cook you two steaks when it's over instead of one." That should be enough motivation for him.
He turned to Zane and Jimmy. "You two, let's head to Chuck's room so you can tell him what happened."
"Can't this wait until the morning?" Jimmy asked nervously, "I'm still sore from the fight, and I'm getting pretty tired Besides, isn't he sleeping right now?"
"We'll wake him up," Logan grabbed his arm, being sure to grip where there weren't any wounds, and dragged him and Zane to visit the professor.
The professor was slightly irritated at being woken up so early, especially to hear that it was due to a fight. However, after a short mental conversation with Logan, he politely listened to their side of the story, then promptly informed them that he knew they were lying.
The two boys visually paled as they heard Logan say, "Thanks Chuck, that's all I wanted to know." Then they were dragged off to Logan's office as Xavier went back to bed.
"Normally I'd go get Scott to deal with this since he's your team leader, but I think I'll let him sleep. He gets cranky when he doesn't get his beauty rest," Logan said sarcastically as he opened the door and pushed Jimmy over his desk. "Zane, go get in the corner. If you even think about running, I will hunt you down and beat you with a two-by-four!"
Zane whimpered and awkwardly went to stand in the corner.
"Let me go!" Jimmy panicked, pushing himself up. "You can't do this to me!"
"Yes I can," Logan held him down and dropped his pants to his ankles, "I'd say you deserve it."
SMACK!
"Ah!" Jimmy whined, reaching back to protect himself, "That hurts! We just got beat by Scott earlier!"
"And I don't care," Logan continued swatting his bottom, "I don't like it when anyone lies to me, and you know all the rules about fighting. Besides, I'm not beating you, I'm correcting you. If you want to feel a real beating, keep complaining."
"Ooooow!" he squirmed around, "Ok ok, I get it! No fighting!"
Logan held him still and continued to spank him for three minutes. Then he paused. "That part was for lying to me and trying to get another student in trouble," he said, then removed his belt. "This is for fighting." He doubled it up.
"No, not that!" Jimmy protested and struggled when he saw it, "Please don't!" He had already started crying a little just from his hand; he didn't think he'd last a session with the belt.
"I will use it, just like I always do when students get in fights. I'm going to belt you 50 times, then you can go back to your room," Logan said as he brought it down hard across his sit spots.
"Ye-ow!" Jimmy wailed when he felt the searing pain. He didn't make it halfway through before breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably.
Logan finished administering the hits, then let him up. "Go on and get in the corner," he said, setting the belt on his desk and grabbing Zane for his turn.
Jimmy reached down to pull his pants up, hissing as they made contact with his sore bottom, then he slowly walked to the corner.
Zane groaned as he was pushed over the desk, feeling sick. He hadn't been beat by Logan before, but he had seen enough to know how bad it would be.
"You heard everything I said to your friend. Do I need to repeat myself, or do you know why you're getting this?"
He closed his eyes. "I know why I'm getting it."
"Good." Logan pulled his pants down and began, doing the same thing as before: warming him up with his hand, then finishing with 50 hits with the belt. Zane's bottom was a deep crimson by the time he was done.
Zane had managed to last slightly longer than Jimmy, but he also didn't make it to the end without dissolving into tears.
Logan let him up. "Go to your rooms and get some sleep." He watched the kids slowly walk out, then went to get Wolf.
He walked into Hank's office and blinked. "Is he ok?"
Wolf was laid out on the table sleeping peacefully as Hank finished up on his last cut.
"He's fine," Hank answered, "At least, now he is. He put up quite a struggle before."
Logan noticed two deep bites on Hank's arm and sighed. "Sorry about that. He wasn't letting you doctor him?"
"No," Hank said, "He doesn't seem to trust doctors. But not to worry, one simple tranquilizer fixed everything."
Logan rolled his eyes. "How long until it wears off?"
"Not for a few hours," Hank stood and crossed his arms, "What did Charles find out? Did he do it?"
"There was a fight, but all three took part in it," Logan said, "There was no 'attacking out of nowhere'."
Hank nodded, "That's what I thought, but it's a good thing we have a mind-reader. That would have been quite a mess to sort out if we didn't."
Logan agreed, then sighed. "So, I guess I should let him sleep the rest of the night and deal with him in the morning?" He lifted Wolf off the table, "I'll make sure he doesn't attack you when you're trying to fix him up again."
Hank shrugged. "I'll heal," he said as he began to wrap his arm, "He was scared."
"That's not an excuse. He knows you by now."
"That may be the case, but I'll let you deal with it," Hank said, "Have a good night, Logan, what little is left of it, anyway."
Logan nodded and carried Wolf back to his room to set him in bed, then he went to go get a beer. There was no point in going back to sleep now, he'd wake up in a few hours.