Logan tightened the last strap on his left boot and took a moment to breath. He could hear the chattering of his students, only two of which he'd met before today. Professor Xavier's recent aggression in recruiting new students to the institute meant that there were now more young mutants under the roof than ever before, and most of them lacked the responsibility or the know-how to control their powers.

And it was his job to turn this rabble into a fully functioning team.

"It's gonna be a long day," he thought aloud before stepping outside of the changing room and into the hall. Four boys and three girls stood just outside the danger room. Were it not for the wings stretching out of one of the boys, it would have looked like a typical high school class. Seven students, out of what should have been eight. Great, first day and he already had one tardy. After a moment, everyone quieted down, their full attention on him.

"Alright, kids. My name is Logan. No last name, I ain't a professor and I ain't a doctor like your other teachers. Y'all can call me Mr. Logan, or Sir."

"Yes Sir," answered Scott Summers, one of two students he knew. Scott was a quiet, reserved person who kept to himself, introverted most likely because of his powers, optic blasts that he couldn't shut off. He always reminded Logan of a young, eager soldier without any field experience.

A younger, blonde boy next to him rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with Scott's manners. A tall blonde girl wearing a blue blouse that revealed a little more of her breasts than Logan would deem appropriate, giggled and batted her eyelashes at him.

He stifled a groan. "Alright, so I'm sure you've all heard the rumors. That I'm rough around the edges, that I got a short fuse, that I'm tough to get along with. Some a that's true, but as long as you respect me, I'll respect you. Got it?"

A chorus of "Yes Sirs," "Got its," and "Yeahs," answered him.

"Good. Now, uh, I'm sure you're sick of this by now, since you probably now each other already, but we're gonna start with roll call."

"Aww, man," the small blonde boy whined, earning a sharp gaze from Jean Grey and a smack on the shoulder by Scott. Logan could already tell who was going to give him the most trouble.

Clearing his throat, Logan began. "Uh...Blaire, Alison."

"That's me," said the blonde girl in a light voice that even Logan had to admit was pretty. She was still eying him like a piece of candy, causing him to sweat a little. Jean was shaking her head slightly in obvious disapproval.

"Okay, and...uh, Drake, Robert," he continued.

"Bobby," the blonde punk answered in condescending fashion. "And I'm here."

"Yeah, I can see that. Watch the attitude, bub," Logan snarled.

Rolling his eyes yet again, he saluted in over the top fashion. "Sir, Yes Sir!" This snappy comeback brought snickers from all but Scott, and even Logan had to smirk at his guts.

"Grey, Jean," he called, tilting his head in her direction.

"Present," she answered in a dignified voice, adjusting her glasses slightly. Unlike the other girl, she was dressed in baggie jeans and had a violet sweater over her tank-top.

"Pryde, Katherine."

"Here," the small brunette girl answered, waving her hand up high and sounding very peppy. "And, um, if you don't mind, call me Kitty. Everybody does." At least she was politer than Bobby.

"Sounds good," Logan answered. "Rasputin, Peter."

"Present, Mr. Logan, Sir," answered the largest male in a thick Russian accent. Logan had to look up to Peter, and he sincerely hoped that he would not give him any trouble.

"Summers, Scott."

"Present and accounted for, Sir," Scott answered dutifully, his answer getting more snickers from Bobby, Alison and the winged mutant.

"Look, Scott, you can drop the army act," Logan sighed. "This isn't military school."

Scott seemed to blush a little. "Y-yes, Sir. I mean, Mr. Logan. Sir." Logan noticed that Jean was smiling in his direction and wondered if Scott had any clue.

Reaching the next name on the list and knowing he wasn't there, as he was the only one who could not pass for a normal human being without a hologram projector, Logan said rather spitefully, "Wagner, Kur..."

BAMF!

A fuzzy blue demon-child suddenly appeared, a puff of sulfurous smoke leaving as soon as it had arrived. His spear-tipped prehensile tail wriggled in front of Logan as he addressed his classmates.

"Guten Morgan, friends!" his silky voice announced with a pronounced German accent. "I hope I did not miss anything...you wouldn't believe how long it takes to brush all this fur. Has Herr Logan arrived yet?"

Logan coughed, causing the boy's spine to shiver. He teleported a second time, now facing Logan and inching closer to Peter. "I was here three minutes ago. You're late, Kurt Wagner." He pronounced the last name with a traditional "W" sound.

Kurt chuckled uneasily, scratching his head. "It's actually pronounced Vagner," he corrected meekly. "And I'm so, so sorry for being late Herr Logan."

"We'll discuss yer lateness in a minute, kid," his teacher snarled back, causing Kurt to grit his teeth nervously and Bobby to snicker. "Watch it, Drake, or you an' I'll have a talk right after that."

Bobby straightened up immediately. It hadn't taken very long for the new students to become familiar with the disciplinary methods used at the Xavier School.

Clearing his throat once again, Logan turned to face the handsome blonde boy who whose most distinguishing feature were the wings stretching out behind his back. "Now, let's see, ya must be Warren Worthington. Uh, the Third."

"That's correct," Warren answered with a smile so wide a politician would be jealous.

"Good. Now, it may take me a while to learn all yer names an' faces, so you'll haveta put up with me until then," Logan continued. "Today, yer all gonna start yer physical training classes. Now, this ain't yer normal P.E. Class with jumping jacks an' tennis an' kickball. Y'all can play games on yer own time."

Most of the students seemed to be disappointed with that information, except for Scott, who was masking it rather well, and Jean, who seemed rather relieved.

"No, I'm here to train ya fer real combat situations," Logan explained, which got all of the boys' attention. Logan smirked and continued, "Each of ya has a unique powers, but not all of ya know how ta control 'em an' I'm sure none of ya have any idea how to use them in combat. That's what I'm here ta teach ya."

Bobby, Kurt and Peter all gave a hearty roar of approval for that, while Scott couldn't help smiling a little. Kitty and Jean both looked nervous, while Alison rolled her eyes as if that was the last thing she wanted to be doing. Warren seemed mildly disinterested but at least he wasn't being obstinate about it.

"Now, don't worry, I don't expect perfection right away. Yer gonna have lots of time to make mistakes an' this is gonna be a controlled environment with minimal danger. Fer now," Logan promised and pressed a button, revealing eight black and yellow uniforms that seemed to go less than over with the crowd.

"Yeah, I know they're ugly as hell," he conceded. "These are temporary, you'll all have a chance to help design yer permanent uniforms. But for now, go get changed. Girls' locker is on the right, boys' on the left."

"Ladies first," Warren said with a lot of forced charm that Logan found deeply annoying.

Alison winked at him and grabbed her uniform. "Don't wait up for me, boys," she said as she made her way into the locker room. Jean rolled her eyes and grabbed her own, and Kitty followed suit.

Scott and Peter lead the charge for the uniforms, and Logan noticed Kurt trying to sneak off to the locker as quietly as possible. "Hold it, Kurt. You and I need to talk."

"Aw man," the boy groaned and turned to face Logan as the other boys quickened their pace. Bobby gave a sympathetic look before disappearing.

"Look, I'm not gonna read ya the riot act or anything," Logan said. "You were a few minutes late an' it ain't a huge deal."

"So, does that mean we can skip the whole me being in trouble part?" Kurt interrupted hopefully.

Logan folded his arms and stared down at the boy. Kurt rubbed his arm anxiously. "Guess not," he whispered in a defeated tone.

His teacher sighed and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Look kid, I don't like it any more than you. But if there's one thing I believe in, it's discipline and owning up to our mistakes. Even the little ones. I assume, since yer right terrified, that you know how we punish misbehavior here?"

"Yeah," Kurt admitted dryly. "Miss Munroe demonstrated it rather effectively for the class when Alison kept talking during our Music Appreciation lessons." * Read about this incident in my next ongoing story, "Diary of a Weather Witch!" - Anticipatory Aaron

"Well, I'm not much for public humiliation if I can avoid it," Logan answered. "As long as you're not gonna fight me on this, it'll be over quickly and not too painfully."

Kurt shook his head, looking very sad and resigned to his fate. "No, Herr Logan. I too, am a strong believer in owning up to my sins. I'll accept whatever punishment you have in store for me."

Logan couldn't help but admire Kurt's resignation to his fate. He patted the boy on the back. "Come on," he said reassuringly as he led Kurt towards the wall and pressed a button to get a bench out. Thank heaven for Hank's technical expertise and boredom; he thought of everything.

He took a seat and Kurt bit his lip anxiously, making Logan acutely aware of his fangs. He gently prodded the boy over his lap, and Kurt let out a rather pathetic whimper. Logan had to duck the swing of his tail and let out a loud, "Whoa!" as it sailed past him.

"Oh...sorry about that," Kurt answered, and lowered the appendage down, grasping the tip of it securely in his three-fingered hands. He looked rather like a scared kitten coiled up like this, submissively exposing his sitting spots to his teacher.

Deciding not to keep the boy waiting, he pulled him close to his stomach with his left arm. Then his hand, solid adamantium clothed in powerful muscle, smacked down across each of the boy's cheeks.

Kurt gasped loudly and clutched his tail tightly. He had expected it to hurt but not that badly! What did Herr Logan have in his hands? Bricks? Still, he stayed still, not wanting to get in any more trouble, especially now that he knew what trouble felt like!

For his cooperation, Kurt was rewarded with a fast, steady flurry of smacks. Logan alternated cheeks on almost every swat, occasionally doing two in a row. Kurt's gasps of shock quickly turned into pained whimpers as he adjusted to his situation, clinging ever more tightly on his tail and curling his toes. But whenever one cheek was spanked twice, he would cry out loud.

Trying to keep his composure, Kurt gnashed his teeth against each other and shut his eyes tight. Tears seeped out and crawled down his cheeks, but all things considered, he thought he was conducting himself admirably. Especially since the burn in his cheeks was quickly boiling over into a flame that would stick with him for the rest of the afternoon.

Raised by devout Catholic circus performers, Kurt had been taught to think of a spanking as a little taste of Hell to help put him back on the straight and narrow. While his adoptive father had never hesitated to discipline him, Kurt had never fully appreciated that idea until now. Logan's hand was firm and steady and unrelenting, and found himself praying silently for it to end!

Of course, it did eventually come to an end. Though Kurt still felt the fire in his bottom, he no longer heard or felt the sharp smack of his instructor's hand chastising him. He could hear the sound of high-pitched giggling and turned his head to see Kitty, Jean and Alison looking on with keen interest.

"Isn't he just adorable?" Kitty whispered, and Jean nodded in agreement.

Kurt blushed furiously, releasing his tail. "Are you done, Herr Logan?" he asked with more bass in his voice than he usually did. He was determined not to look like a sissy in front of the girls!

"Yeah, we're square," Logan answered, and Kurt immediately stood up. "Don't be late again, or that'll feel like nothing. An' I don't want ta havta do this again."

Kurt bowed his head briefly. "Trust me, Herr Logan, I don't plan on being late to any class ever again."

Logan smiled, and Kurt blushed again before smiling weakly. "Good. That's just what I wanna hear. Now go on and get changed into your uniform, Vagner." He made sure to put extra emphasis on the V-Sound, letting Kurt know he had been listening to him.

For some reason, the fact that his teacher bothered to pronounce his name correctly made Kurt feel more comfortable about the whole deal. His bottom was still aching as he went to change into his unform (which impressively had custom fitted boots and gloves and a hole for his tail!), but he just felt that Logan genuinely cared about him.

And for a young demon boy who'd been ostracized by almost everyone for nothing more than than looking the way God made him, it was the best feeling in the world.