Hobie winced as he was dragged, attempting to pull Jess' hand from his arm,"I ain't done nothing!"

"You had better save that yelling for when I get you in this room," Spider-mom had an iron grip on the punk, leading him right to the quiet room.

She waved her watch over the read before opening the door and pulling the teenager in, leaving several other spider people watching and shrugging in confusion.

"Let go, ma!"

"You are not getting away with that," she stopped only to point at him, "Absolutely not!"

"I…what did I do? Ain't done nothin'," he struggled as he was pulled to the couch. Punk barely got to register the room he had been so curious about when Jess made quick work of unfastening his belt, "H-hey!"

She quickly brushed his hands away from his waist, yanking him over her knee.

"H-hey now! This is much!" Hobie pushed at the floor and her side, kicking about on her lap when she got his pants down.

"Is this much?" Jess swatted his rear hard, earning a squeak from him, "What about that? Or that?" she punctuated each question with a hard swat.

"Quit!" He winced, covering his backside, "You ain't my real mama!"

She gripped his wrist, moving it aside, "Someone has to be," a sharp snap against his right cheek.

Punk kicked his legs as best he could with his skinny jeans about his knees. As best he squirmed she still managed to keep him on her lap and make contact with his wiggling bottom.

"Jess, let go!"

"You go ahead, yell as loud as you want. This room is soundproof," she took a moment to sigh and pin one of his kicking legs between hers.

"No, let gooo," he whined, struggling more, being trapped.

Jess gave his bottom several more hard swats before speaking, "That was very bad, what you tried to do to Miguel. Very mean."

Hearing that name made Punk groan internally. Still attempting to twist his way out, he remarked, "I didn't even do anything!"

"Because you were stopped. You had every intention to," a sharp strike to his thigh caused him to yelp, "And what you planned was very uncalled for."

"But I still didn't do it!" He complained, attempting to kick.

"Doesn't matter, it's about intention and that's what you're in trouble for here," she paused, hearing him whine, "You owe Miguel an apology, as well as Miles."

That suggestion made him grit his teeth, "No I don't, and I won't!"

"You will," Jess started back, bringing her palm against his narrow rear.

Hobie clenched his eyes shut, pushing at Jess with his free hand again, "It doesn't hurt!"

"I know it doesn't," mom said dismissively. He could play his tough guy routine, she was barely half done with him.

Punk panted, appreciating the brief pause in the attack. It didn't last nearly as long as he would have liked, the first blow started back with a horrid sting and loud whack!

"Owww!"

Jess brought the wooden spatula down against his already warm backside with firm determination. She planned to give him exactly what he earned, whether or not he wanted to claim he deserved it.

Hobie kicked and squirmed, attempts to escape renewed as tears sprung in his eyes and a fire spread across his butt.

Jess let the flat side of her spatula speak for a few moments before she took her turn.

When his struggling slowed, she knew it was an opportunity to pause and talk, "We talked about how you needed to behave already, didn't we?"

"Oww!" Punk sobbed miserably, "Ow, ow, ow!"

"Didn't we?"

"Y-yes mum."

"So why did you do it?" Jess waited.

"I..I dunno…"

She didn't like that response and gave him a stern several swats with her palm.

He grit his teeth, "Nr! I dunno! I just thought it was cute! I wanted to help!"

"That's not how you do it, is it?" Another hard swat, "If someone doesn't want to play or doesn't want help, you don't try to humiliate them."

"S-sorry!"

"You don't owe me an apology, you owe Miguel and Miles one," she reminded, hearing his quiet defeated crying, "I tried the route of talking to you, and I had Job-like patience. So now you know this is the next step. Understand?"

He nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Good," she administered a final hard swat before unlocking his leg and releasing his hip. Jess pulled the back of his pants up and guided him to a rug in the corner.

"Now you sit on the naughty spot until you're ready to apologize."

Hobie rubbed his aching backside, looking at her pleading, "Do I have to sit?"

"Yes you do," she nodded, "You can come out when you're ready to apologize. But you're going to start with ten minutes," she released his hand and started the timer, "You decide you don't want to apologize, we'll just add more time."

The rocker sulked, slowly making his way onto the mat, gritting his teeth when his bottom made impact.

X

"Are you ready?" Jess rubbed his back.

Hobie sulked, saying nothing.

"No?"

A response of silence.

"Ok," she shook her head, starting the timer over.

X

Shortly before the timer went off Hobie heard the door to the room open. Two distinct Spanish speaking voices entered. He sighed quietly, wiping his face.

"Are you ready?" Jess placed a hand on his back.

"I don't want to," he muttered.

"Ok," she started the timer again, talking to the two that entered for a moment.

Miguel looked at the wick head on the naughty spot and said nothing.

"I'll just beat you again," Miles pulled the hot wheels tracks out.

"I was tired then, now I won't go easy on you," Mig smirked, kneeling down and helping him lay tracks.

The door closed, Jess stepping out to talk to Peter.

Hobie looked around the room, realizing she left. He quickly turned to Miguel, "Big arse f××king tattle tail!" He yelled in a whisper.

The brunette glanced up, giving him a confused and annoyed look, "What?"

"What'd you tell Jess for?"

"This is my first time out of my office even seeing her."

"I told her," Miles corrected.

Hobie's eyes widened in betrayal, "You snitched on me?"

"Yes, because I'm mad at you," he pointed, "Even after I told you to stop bothering Tio, because I could be friends with both of you, you still did it. So I figured if you wouldn't listen to me, maybe Jess could get through to you."

Tears welled in the rocker's eyes. He bit his lip, looking to the ground.

"You're not less of my friend just because he is, but you at least have to be cordial and not a jerk," the youngest wagged his finger.

Hobie wiped at his eyes, quietly sniffing.

"Jess is coming back, you best face the corner before you get in more trouble," Miguel suggested.

For once Hobie took his advice and turned back to the wall.