Takes place in Remorse from Transformers Armada. I seriously thought that Hotshot would get his aft busted during that episode, he was acting like such a brat.
"Hey, let me go, you big lug!" I hollar as I'm dragged off by Scavenger.
Why didn't they understand I just wanted them to leave me be?!
"Quiet." The former decepticon snaps and squeezes my wrist even tighter, causing me to whimper as dents started to form.
"Where we going, anyway?" I complain as I struggles to get out of the mech's grasp.
The space bridge starts to flicker online and it reveals an abandoned highway surrounded by a forest. If he wanted us alone, it was not a good sign.
"I said, let go of me! Aah!"
He hurtles us through the bridge and I shut my eyes tight. When I open them we're on the highway, right where it cuts off. The air smells like pine and fresh water and the sun is almost blinding to my adjusting optics. I was so slagged. Scavenger pushes me to the ground.
"Hey! What's up!" I shout, a little miffed.
Why was he doing this?
As he pulls his fist back to punch me a look of realization comes across his face as he apparently comes up with an idea, one I was afraid to find out, and he grabs my wrist and pulls me up again.
"What are you doing?" I whine, then feel slightly embaressed at how I sound like a youngling who wasn't getting what they wanted. He drags me over to the side and sits down on the stoney rim of the road.
"Something someone should have done a long time ago!" He shouts and throws me face-down over his lap.
Oh, please tell me he's not-
"I think a nice, long, hard spanking will get you to straighten up your attitude."
My eyes widen and I throw my head up in shock. I had never gotten a spanking! I heard from Sideswipe it was when someone repeatedly smacked your aft until you were crying and that it hurt. Very badly.
I move my hands to protect my vulnerable aft in panic and he grabs them, pinning them to my back. I turn my head to see him raise a hand into the air, as high as his arm will allow, earning struggles fron me.
"Don't! I-I don't want a spanking!" I plead.
He chuckles darkly.
"No one ever does, Hotshot. Maybe you should've thought twice before you started acting like a spoiled rotten brat!"
I scramble for a way to get out of this as he positions me on his knees so my aft is high in the air.
"But, you can't! Optimus wouldn't allow it!" I hollar at him.
"Oh, I assure you, with the way you've been acting he would insist on it! I can and I certainly will!"
He brings his hand down hard with a loud smack and my hips buck as the stinging pain erupts across the area where he slapped me, a dent forming, and tears start to well up in my optics as it was followed by another, and another, and another.
"O-Ow! Stop! That hurts!" I cry out and he lands a well-placed smack on the place where my aft and thigh meet in fine pain sensors.
"It's supposed to hurt! It wouldn't be a punishment if it didn't!"
A tear spills down my cheek as he continues bringing his hand down hard, causing me to kick and cry as the burning pain started to spread. I knew I deserved it though. It was my fault Optimus was dead and now I was paying the price.
"Ow! Ah! S-Stop! Please!"
Tears slip down my face and onto the concrete as swat after swat comes down on my stinging aft.
Then, he stops suddenly, and I'm left crying over his lap, my chest heaving up and down as I try to get myself under control.
"Hotshot, I know you're sorry," Scavenger replies calmly, "but you're sorry for the wrong reasons. You think you are being punished for the demise of our leader, but that's not the case. You are being punished for the way you have been treating the group. This is hard on all of us, not just you. Optimus would not have wanted you to murder the Decepticons in revenge for his death. Our war with the 'Cons is over the Minicons freedom, not just because of our factions or motives."
My optics brighten when I realize what he was saying was true. I had it all wrong! How could I be so dumb?! I hang my head as shame washes over me.
"I'm sorry, i-it's just hard without him." I whisper to him. He places a hand on my back.
"We know," he tells me comfortingly, "but you can't cut yourself off from us like that. Or act like a brat. It's not healthy and Red Alert will be on your aft if you get depressed. Do you understand?" He says firmly. I nod shakily, silent tears streaming down my face.
"Good, now let's finish up so we can go back to the others."
It took me too long to realize what he meant and by the time I did, his hand had already started coming down on my aft.
"A-A-AH! Ow! No!" I shout, kicking and struggling against his iron tight grip.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
" Yes! I've- ow -learned my lesson!"
I yelp as he finishes with one final, hard swat and lets me stand.
"Good, because if you ever start acting up like that again I will not hesitate to drag you over my knee."
The threat sends a shiver down my chasiss.
"I promise I won't ever act up again." I mumble solemly while I stand infront of him. He sighs and lays a hand on my shoulder.
"Yes you will, everyone makes mistakes Hotshot," He smirks after a couple kliks,
"What would you say if I knew a story about a certian red and blue semi bot who was once in the same postion you were in?"
My jaw dropped as I stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh, please tell me he won't tell that horid story."
I hear a voice that sounds oddly like Optimus'. "Optimus?" I answer the voice in confusion. Scavenger had thought I had responded to his question though, and answered.
"Yep. Would you like to hear it?"
"Hotshot, please say no!"
I smirk internally and physically through my tears.
"I would love to."
I sit next to Scavenger, smiling in intrest, and he smiles back.
"Well, This was during the Golden Age of Cybertron, when he was a youngling..."