Lessons Learned

Rouge watched Kitty from across the dinner table. She was wiggling in her chair when ever she thought no one was watching and Rouge just had to shake her head. It wasn’t like Kitty to get smart mouthed with Ororo but she’d been in a mood all day. ‘Looks like Ro handled Kitty’s mood.’ Rogue thought as she watched Kitty shift in her seat again. Rouge knew that particular wiggle very well. It was the wiggle of a freshly and soundly spanked bottom trying to sit on dinning room chairs. Rouge knew that not even the padding on the chairs helped. Raven had had dinning room chairs with silk padding but they never gave her swore back side any comfort if she’d just been spanked.

It had always been Rogue’s temper and mouth that had landed her across her adoptive mother’s lap with her bare back side turned up. When they were at home as mother and daughter it was always the same, Raven would announce that she’d had enough and that Rogue had just earned a spanking. She’d send Rouge to her room where she’d have to sit on the bed in only her panties and wait. Raven would then come in and depending on how bad Rouge had been and what Raven felt she needed she would either walk right over to her and sit beside her on the bed or stop first to pick Rogue’s hair brush up off the dresser. Once Raven was seated on the bed she’d began to explain to Rouge why she was going to be spanked. Rouge always knew as she was being guided across her mother’s knees that she’d messed up and dissevered a spanking.

Once Raven had Rogue in the right position she’d lower her daughter’s panties and began to spank her. As Rouge got older and because of her powers Raven was forced to wear a leather glove to hand spank her daughter, which Rouge hated. Even though her spankings hurt like hell cause Raven would spank long and spank hard, she missed the skin to skin contact. Even now on the days that she missed the ability to have fleshy human contact those times spent over her mother’s knee would come back to her and she would long in the pit of her stomach for just one more.

She always knew that those spanking at home were given with love. After her spanking was over and her butt was on fire and swore she’d be sent to the corner with her bare back side on display, but once her corner time was over and Raven would called her over to her she knew everything was ok again. If Raven had used the brush, or once when Rouge was being just completely over the top she’d used a leather belt, she would tend to the swelling and bruising. But always, always after a spanking Raven would lie in Rogue’s bed with her and hold her tightly until she’d cried it all out. “Such a good girl, my Marie is.” Raven would coo as she stroked Rouge’s hair. “You are forgiven my little love.” She’d whisper into her daughter’s ear.

But the spankings changed when Rouge had joined the Brotherhood. Her mother was different as Mystique then she was as Raven. When they would mess up during training or when they would fuck up a mission there was a price to pay. Raven’s office was on the top floor of the building the Brotherhood used as head quarters. One whole wall, the one behind her large desk was all windows. She had large comfy chairs and glass tables everywhere. The office was used as a cover and needed to be appealing to possible allies and investors. Rouge use to love sitting in her mother’s high backed chair behind the desk, she’d prop her feet up and pretend she was the boss. That all changed after her first mission gone wrong.

{Flashback}

“You’ve gotten the wrong disks!” Mystique yelled as she looked between Rogue and Quicksilver. “You were suppose to get the list of anti-mutant officials! And what did you bring me! A list of known mutants that I already have!”

“It was Quick’s fault! He panicked and downloading the first thing he saw that had the word mutant in it!” Rouge shouted back. “Then he wouldn’t let me go back for the right files!”

Quicksilver turned red in the face. “There were guards! They would have known someone was in there and you would have never gotten back in!”

Rouge removed one of her gloves and looked at the white haired boy to her left. “The hell I wouldn’t have.” She hissed as she twirled her bare hand in Quicksilver’s face.

“Enough! Both of you!” Mystique bellowed. “You where sent in as a team, you should have worked as team, but you didn’t. You were both doing your own thing and that is why you failed. But by damn the two of you will pay the price as a team.”

Quicksilver had turned pail at those words and Rouge didn’t understand way. Sure her mom was pissed, but like Irene says, her mother tends to take her work a little to seriously. It wasn’t until she watched her mother walk across the room to a drawer along the far wall that she started to clue in. She watched wide eyed as her mother took a long wooden paddle from the drawer and headed back towards them.

“Wha, what are you going to do with that?” Rouge asked. The look in her mother’s eyes, no it wasn’t her mother’s eyes she was looking into. They were the eyes of her team leader and teacher. Rouge felt her heart sink.

Mystique put the paddle onto the desk with a heart stopping thump. “Tell her Quicksilver. Tell her what happens when you fail.”

Quicksilver wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. “We’re paddled.” He said softly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that, Quicksilver. Say it louder.” Mystique said calmly.

“We’re paddled.” Quicksilver said louder. There was a crackle in his voice that Rouge didn’t like.

Mystique picked the paddle back up and started to run her hand over the smooth varnish, while the other hand gripped and un-gripped the black leather handle. “Tell her how your paddled, Quicksilver.”

Rouge watched as Quicksilver’s face became redder and redder. She looked from him to Mystique, back to him and the finally to the paddle. She’d barley heard him say that they were paddled on the bare backside in front of who ever was on the teaml shl she could think about was that there was no real way her mother was going to paddle her like this.

“Since you’ve been here longer and should have known better and should have set an example, Quicksilver, you’ll go first.” Mystique stepped away from the desk and waved the paddle from the quivering white haired boy to her desk. “You’ll each get fifteen for your failure, Quicksilver will get an extra ten since it was his mistake and because he was team leader.” Quicksilver shuttered.

Rouge watched in horror as Quicksilver walked over to the desk and pulled his uniform pants and boxers down. She swallowed in disbelief as they pooled around his ankles. He bent over the edge of the desk, grabbed hold of the other side, and spread his legs apart. She could see his dick dangling between his legs and she blushed feverously.

Mystique walked over to Rouge and looked down at her. “Do not turn away, Rogue. You’ll watch every lick he gets, do you understand?” Rouge nodded numbly. Who was this woman who looked and sounded like her mother? Mystique walked away and then she heard it. The sound of wood to flesh. The sickening thwack of the paddle. She wanted to turn away but she didn’t dare. Her eyes fixed on the swinging paddle. Her knees felt like jelly and thought for sure she was going to faint.

Quicksilver yelped, then gasped, then begged for Mystique to stop, and then finally he just lied on the desk top and sobbed. Quicksilver who had always been this hard ass, fast talking son of bitch was sobbing like a child as his white ass cheeks turn scarlet. When Mystique was finished she allowed Quicksilver to catch his breath before telling him to stand next to Rouge and to leave his butt bared. Rouge looked over at him, his eyes were puffy and snot ran down from his nose. She wanted to lean over and say, ‘Being Magneto’s son doesn’t mean very much at the moment now does it, Pietro.’ But the sudden shock of her words hit her. It didn’t mean a damn thing at the moment that she was Raven’s daughter either.

“Rouge, come here.” Mystique ordered. Rouge looked at her in terror but then did as she was told. “Bare your bottom, then bend over the desk. Your to grip the edge of the other side, keep you butt up, legs apart. If you release the desk, close your legs, or in any way fall out of position we start again from one.”

Rouge nodded and hoped she’d be able to keep her position. She’d never been paddled before. She hesitated at pulling her pants and panties down. She knew full well that Quicksilver was looking at her. Mystique had giving him the same warning about watching every lick. Would he see her small red curls? Or other parts of her sex? She blushed again.
“Bare, Rouge.” Mystique ordered as she brought the paddle down on Rouge’s butt. Rogue jumped. It hurt with her butt covered, how was it going to feel on bare skin? Her hands moved slowly as they undid the button on her pants and then pulled them and her panties down. They pooled around her ankles like Quicksilver's did. Mystique helped her across the desk so her butt would be up and out. The perfect target.

“Rouge gets the fifteen, plus five for her out bursts.” Mystique announced.

Rouge gasped. She wanted to jump up and ask her mother what the hell she was doing, but a little voice kept telling her it was Mystique and not her mother who was brandishing the paddle. Then with out warning the first swat came down hard. It was like pure fire. There was no warm up, no loving words, just cold hard wood on her soft backside. At five the fire burned all the way down her legs. At ten she could barely breath. Mystique stopped to let her get her breath and then started again with no warning. Her knees felt as if the were going to give out and her hands hand cramps in them by fifteen. She was sobbing and limp by the end of the full twenty.

After getting her breath, she was sent to stand by Quicksilver. They were lectured and then sent to the corner with their scarlet asses on display for all the world to see. Mystique sat at her desk and worked for a while. The paddle still by her side. After an hour, Rouge felt as if her body were a limp wet noodle. Then just as she felt that she couldn’t stand any longer she could hear the sound of heels come from behind her. There was a swish and a thwack and then Quicksilver was dismissed. Another swish only this time she felt the thwack. Mystique told her to pull her pants up and then dismissed her.

Mystique didn’t say a word about the paddling the entire way home that night. Rouge didn’t either. She’d just went right up to her room and cried. A little while later Raven came to her room and put some aloe and ice on her backside but still nothing was said. That night as Rouge sneaked past her parents’ bedroom to go to the kitchen she heard sobbing coming from behind their closed door. She stopped and listened. It was Raven. She was saying something about Rouge though her sobs. She’d hated paddling her like she had. She’d wanted to stop, to take her baby in her arms and tell her how sorry she was and how much she loved her. Irene said something about policy and how Eric doesn’t excuse his children from the paddling rule and she couldn’t either. Rouge felt tears well in her eyes.

Rouge then heard Irene ask Raven what she could do to help her lover with the pain she felt over paddling their daughter like she had. There was a long silence in the room, then Rouge heard a familiar sound. A swish, then the thwack of wood on flesh, and then her mother’s yelps and sobs.

{End Flashback}

Rouge laid in her bed that night after dinner thinking about Kitty and Ororo, and about Raven and Irene and herself. She feel sleep with tears in her eyes and the picture of her