Chapter7

This one dedicated to ducky, aka Anatra on Devart for her help with this. I am so mean to poor ozzy's bum. I also have an 8th in the works that's based on this one also dedicated to her. hehe. I think this is probably the most severe I've ever written Ozzy getting punished... Man I'm such a perv... XD Today's lesson is humility. Osmosis lets his arrogence get the better of him and it almost costs everyone heavy.

Once more Osmosis was in trouble for disreguarding orders, among other things. Currently it was Northstar leading him to her office for discipline. Northstar! She had never punished him before... She was usually pretty easy going about this sort of thing but apparenty doing something that put your life and the lives of your fellows at risk was not something she took lightly... Of course he knew that but she was about to reinforce it. He sighed. He should have hung back as he was told to and waited for backup. The cheif back in Frank had more than once brought him up for discipline on this very thing, but he honestly didn't expect to have the same thing here.. his additude had been rather improving since he first started being turned over Thrax's knee in punishment.

Ozzy shuddered. Thrax had promised him the spanking of his life when he came out of their commanders office. The cell had more than once tasted the flat of Thrax's hand, the strap and various other impliments powered by his powerful arm. He was never able to walk away from a punishment without feeling it for days on end. He thought back to the first time he was spanked, how Thrax had given him a minor infection with that claw of his and how much it increased the burn in his backside. He really hadn't thought of it since then, but for some reason he had a feeling this would be a repete performance of that...

He sighed as Northstar lectured him. He really didn't need to hear it. He knew precicely why he was here and for what purpous. He thought back to the incident that got him into this mess in the first place...

begin flashback

Ozzy tensed as he looked at the Horde camp. They were about to go on the move and that would not bode well for his comrads. Northstar's orders were 'stay put and wait for backup' but he couldn't wait! No way not after seeing what was going on. One well placed bomb was all it would really take to set them back enough for the rest of the squad to catch up to him. It wouldn't take long. Not at all.

Slowly he crept into the camp, a bit of C-4 and a trigger mechanism in his hand. Quietly he placed it near a rather important looking tent and turned to creep out. Unfortunately he was now blocked in with a bomb nearby ready to go off. Not cool. Taking a chance he morphed and slid between them. Of course they saw him but what other choice did he have?

It was quite fortunate the cell had an elastic nature other wise he'd have been pretty badly injured by now. Northstar had led the sqad in there to get him out, ordering a retreat the moment Jones told her about the bomb.

Their mission was accomplished. The Horde had been forced to pull back, but in the most dangerous way possable. Fortunately there were no major injuries, but there easily could have been. The cell should have waited for backup and then the more thought out plan of three infiltrating, placing stratigic bombs in three specific areas. Certianly they wouldn't be central like the one Jones placed, but the three would have done as much or more damage than the one and it would have been much safer for their people. Northstar was unhappy and ordered Osmosis to her office immediately.

"But c'mon.. There were too many to.."

"We were prepared for that! Or hadn't you been paying attention at the breifing?" she glared.

"Well.."

"My office Jones... No questions no excuses.." and with that she turned on her heel and left.

End flashback

"Jones are you paying attentiong?" Northstar snapped.

"I... Yes ma'am.." he sighed submissively.

"Good.. You are not to leave your quarters until further notice and I"m placing you on suspention."

"What!"

"You endangered lives! Your own included! You openly disobeyed direct orders, failed to pay attention to an important mission breifing and didn't concider the consequences.. Yeah you're bring brought up for severe discipline.."

"Yes ma'am.." he sighed again.

"Stand up Jones..." He did so. "Now put your palms on my desk..." she told him, opening a drawer.

"What? Why?" he asked, frowning.

"That's an order!" she told him sternly. "Bend forward and put your palms on my desk." with that she took out a long, wide and semi thick wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. The cell backed and frowned, not having taken something like that in the past and unwilling to take it now. "Jones..." She warned.

"I thought you didn't use corporal punishment..." he protested.

"I don't normally but this is a severe offence.. I figure Thrax is probably going to punish you as well or I would do more... now do as you're told!"

No matter how reluctant or disobediant you were it was always a bad idea to disobey the highest ranking officer in your organization, especially if she was the one who gave you the job in the first place. He hadn't really given any thought as to how bad that would make her look as well. He just acted. Sighing he did as he was told.

"Now take down your pants... I wasn't going to bare you, but you resisted." Wincing Ozzy did as he was told and undid his belt, letting his pants pool around his ankles then he took his breifs down in the back until they rested just under his buttocks. He wasn't sure if she would warm him up first or what, but that's what he was used to. "You will take ten strokes and you have to count them. Understand?"

"Ye. yes..." he told her.

"Might I remind you you're still on duty?"

"Yes ma'am... I mean no ma'am!" He answered quickly.

"I know what you mean..." she sighed. "Ready?" she asked. And Osmosis braced himself, figuring that since he was only taking ten that ment that it would hurt him especially badly. To his surprise she didn't start immediately. "Jones... are you ready to be paddled?"

He blinked, surprised. Apparently she wouldn't start until he was. He could potentially delay it a while longer but there really was no point in that so he answered. "Yes ma'am."

She nodded and brought the first blow down smartly over both cheeks. Ozzy cried out. "Don't forget to count and address me as 'ma'am'." she reminded him as he remained scilent.

"One... ma'am." he said with a swallow, reminding himself to be respectful and she answered him with a second blow. "Ow! Two ma'am." he hissed out in pain, having just enough time to draw a breath before the third. "Ah!" he clenched his teeth. "Three. Ma'am.." He managed.

Even though it was only ten whacks he was supposed to take he was also being forced to participate in his punishment, which made it harder to take. Each blow caused him to yelp and he was already out of breath by the fifth stroke. Surprisingly she stopped at smack number five and placed her hand on his lower back.

"Are you alright Jones?" she wanted to know. Yes he was being penalized but she didn't want to overdo it. She knew full well this was not what he was used to when it came to corporal punishment. Thrax always turned him over his knee and hand spanked him first before moving on and he usually spent the duration of the punishment over his lap. "You know you have five more to go."

"M'fine.." he told her. "Just... get it over with. She patted him on the back breifly and he felt rather than saw her pull back her hand and bring the paddle down smartly on his backside. He hissed in pain and braced himself for the next blow which didn't come for a few seconds. "Ow.." he whimpered

"Jones..." She warned.

"What? Oh..." he'd forgotten that he had to count. "S.. sorry... Seven AH!" He cried out as she swatted him again mid-sentantce."

"Six Osmosis... If you don't count them they don't count."

"Oh... Six then... ma'am." he corrected.

"Much better." She told him, whacking him once more with the paddle.

"Ah!" He blinked hard and clutched onto the desk. "S... seven ma'am.." He breathed. Was it just him or was she starting to hit harder? The next blow caused him to stand on his tiptoes for a sec, struggling to keep his position bent over with his hands on her desk. "Eight..." Yep she was hitting harder alright. Thank goodness he had only two blows left. Crap... He still had two to go.

"Brace yourself Jones. This is really going to hurt." she warned.

"Oh crap.." He gulped and then cried out at the next strike. "Nine!" He yelped, using the cry to say it. "M.. ma'am.." The last blow felt like she'd lain it on full force and caused him to jerk to his tiptoes again. She held it against his butt, increasing the sting, wrenching a half yelp/half whimper from the cell.

"You are to go directly to your quarters Osmosis and remain there until further notice. Do you understand?"

"Yes... Yes ma'am." he breathed, panting a bit.

"Alright. You're dismissed then." She told him firmly. She really wanted to embrace him at the moment but she was on duty and she had to play the part of the strict disciplinarian. She would speak with him later while she was off duty.

Jones nodded, noting her gentle expression as she walked him to the door. He was rubbing his backside on the way to the door but tried not to as he stepped into the hall, not wanting the others to know that he'd just been paddled. To his dread, but not surprise, Thrax was waiting for him outside his room when he got there.

"You know why I'm here don't you?" Thrax asked bluntly.

"Yeah I know.. You plan to spank me don't you?"

"Yes, severely actually."

Osmosis winced. When Thrax said severely he ment severely. "Severely?" He reached for the doorknob and walked in.

"Yes severely." He warned, following the cell inside. "You scared the hell out of everyone, myself included. What the hell were you thinking Jones?" he scolded.

"Well... I thought that if I went ahead and planted mine central it would keep everyone else out of danger..."

"Well guess what.. It increased it." He frowned. "I'm assuming you're confined to quarters."

"Until further notice yeah... and on suspention.." He trailed off, for some reason not wanting to mention the ten strokes with a paddle Northstar had just given him. Actually twelve. He forgot to count one and he misscounted another.

"You might as well lose the pants Jones... You won't be needing them for a while."

Ozzy winced. So Thrax would have him bare from the begining. "C'mon Thrax... I've already been punished for this ok? I don't see where I need more." He recoiled at Thrax's harsh glare.

"I think you do.. Yeah she punished you. Great. But I'll bet she didn't get through. Gotta heat up that behind a little bit for you to remember anything."

"A little bit!" Ozzy retorted. "Thrax with you it's never a 'little bit'! When I get in trouble I can't sit for days after you get through with me!"

"Streightens you out though doesn't it Jones?" Thrax shot back. The virus had been worried, relieved then angered in the aftermath of the cell's recklessness. He'd spoken to Northstar about this and they'd agreed he needed corporal correction.

The cell didn't want to answer. He didn't want to be spanked, though he knew that if he was he'd quite likely never pull this crap again... not like he was going to anyway. He knew what he'd done had been foolish and had put a lot of lives at risk. Deep down he still felt guilty, but was afraid of the pain that being truely clensed of his transgression would be. He knew he needed it, but was afraid, despite the fact that he knew Thrax would never overdo it. He sighed. He was in for the most severe punishment Thrax had ever given him and he knew it.

"Jones.." Thrax warned him. "Have you been listening to a word I've been saying to you?"

"Oh!" He started, looking at the virus. He'd been so distracted thinking about how bad he felt he hadn't been listening. "Yeah... Yeah I hear." he told him.

Thrax glared at him. "I don't appreciate being lied to Jones.." he growled approching in the only way a Virus can.. by stalking, though he stopped himself short as he saw the cell backing up. He reguarded him for a moment. "Are you afraid?" He asked him, forcing his voice to soften.

"No!" he answered, a little too quickly.

"Don't lie to me." When the cell didn't answer beyond a slight bow of his head Thrax took him under the chin with a claw and bent his head up, keeping his voice gentle but firm. "I know you still feel guilty dispite Northstar's discipline Jones. You need this... and you know it. I damn sure know it and you're going to take it. I'm going give you fair warning that it will hurt a lot and you will not be sitting for a long time. Do you understand me?" Osmosis nodded. "That is not an answer."

"Yes sir.." He said, relenting.

"Good." He said sternly then walked over to the cell's couch. "Now come here." he advised, patting his lap with both hands.

Wincing and sighing Ozzy walked over to him undoing his belt and zipping down his fly. Before he had a chance to actually pull them down Thrax took hold of his wrist and pulled him face down across his lap, his butt resting under the Virus's right hand. "Alright now why are you here?"

Osmosis groaned, once more humiliated by having to not only be punished like a child, but participate in it as well. "For disobeying orders, not paying attention during the breifing and endangering my coworkers.." he answered quickly.

"Not to mention yourself." Thrax reminded him. "When I found out what happened I was very worried." He told him, stroking his butt with his hand. "Do you remember what I did to you the first time I spanked you?"

"Yeah sorta..." he replied cautiously. Thrax brought his left hand from the cell's back to in front of his face, shifting his right hand to hold him down at the small of his back as he flared up his claw. "No don't!" he protested, starting to struggle, realizing that yes he was going to infect him and if he recalled correctly this was going to be incredibly painful. "Don't!"

"Jones stop struggling! It will not kill you but it will make you very tender rememeber?" He warned, cooling his claw until he was actually ready to use it and pulled down his pants and breifs, noting the fact that he was already a bit red. "Ah I see she did paddle you after all." He mused, tracing the unusual, but tender marks on his butt, causing the cell to wince. "She said she might.. The big one too it looks like..." He knew the cell would have had to stand up and simply take it and made a mental note to be sure and cuddle him a bit extra afterwards and to make sure that Northstar did so herself later when she was off duty.

"I remember when you did that.. it hurt, don't."

"Sorry Jones.. You earned this.. Now hold still or I'll get a switch and whip you first off."

Ozzy tensed, remembering that Thrax had accidentally broken the skin the only time he'd done it in the past. He wouldn't make the mistake of striking too hard with it again, but still a switch was easy to put some hurt into. "Yes sir.." He squeaked, drawing his legs up as much as possable.

"Good." Thrax praised and continued to bare him from his waist to his knees then he pushed the cell to the right a bit so that his bottom was over his left knee, his thighs across Thrax's right leg. "Now hold still." He warned as he flared his claw.

"No." He begged, looking at the Virus's left hand, horrified. Thrax held him down by the backs of his thighs, being careful as he brought the tip of his claw closer to the cell's rear. Whether he liked it or not he was being spanked on an infected butt and there was nothing he could do about it. When he began to struggle Thrax took hold of him harshly.

"Jones!" he warned. "I do not want to cause you serious damage! Infecting you itself will be nothing more than two simple pokes. One on each cheek. If you jerk too much I could cut you... Nither of us wants that I'm sure." He scolded, sighing in frustration when the cell wouldn't quit struggling. "Fine then we do this the hard way!"

He growled, standing ozzy up and draping him the other way across his lap for the moment, bending him over his right knee as he placed his left leg over the backs of Ozzy's thighs, holding his legs down that way as his right hand stilled his struggles at the small of his back. "You should have cooperated with me." he warned him sternly, reaching into the pocket of his coat, which he still had on, and pulling out a short black strap made of riged but flexable leather that had been split in the middle, an impliment designed specifically for punishment. "It's called a tawse Osmosis. I'm going to strap you with it before I infect you. Perhaps that will teach you that when I want you to quit struggling and accept an element of your punishment you are going to do it. Do you understand me?"

"Don't!" he protested, not wanting to think about how much that was going to hurt. He tried to struggle but the position that Thrax has him held in made that near impossable. He could get out by morphing but he dare not try it, otherwise Thrax might permanantly replace his hand with that awful-looking thing. He thought it best not to make his situation any worse than it already was. He couldn't get away from him confined in his quarters like this anyway.

"I see you do not.." Thrax sighed, noting the cell's continued attempt to struggle, though glad that he seemed to know better than to try to shape shift. "You've been very bad Jones.. and you know it. Quit denying it. It isn't doing you any good." After a moment letting these words sink in Thrax whipped his hand back and brought the tawse down on his bare butt.

Ozzy suppresed a yelp. That little thing hurt more than it looked like it could. He tried to yank up, only to feel the short strap come down on him harder. He hissed in pain, figureing Thrax probably concidered that paddling Northstar gave him his warmup for this punishment session. The Virus was only striking moderately but moderate was enough with this thing. "Hurts.." he whimpered, fists clenched.

"Good." Thrax replied. "I want you to focus on this pain." He told him, striking slightly harder before returning to the moderate pace. He didn't want to go too far too soon, lest this punishment not last and for him to learn anything it had to last. "It's going to help improve improve this nasty attitude of yours."

"What... attitude?" Ozzy questioned, fighting the pain. He hadn't been called upon for discipline for his attitude. He was in trouble for disobeying orders and endangering himself and his comrads. He yelped as Thrax struck him harder.

"That attitude!" he snapped. "The attitude thinking you have to take crap on for yourself all the damn time!" he struck again, pausing for a moment to let the pain sink in, wrencing a whine from the cell. "You're part of a team Osmosis!" he scolded. "How easily you forget that!" He struck him again with the flat of his hand, having put the tawse back in his pocket. "I'm infecting you now." He warned. "Hold. Still."

Ozzy whimpered and cringed away from the claw but stilled his struggles as the Virus put his hand on the small of his back and held him down firmly as he carefully pricked each buttock once with his claw, injecting just enough toxin into him to make him inflamed and tender, but not cause him any real harm.

After a moment rubbing it in to make sure the infection was evenly spread and went down toward his thighs rather than over his hips Thrax nodded and patted his butt before releasing his hold completely and prompting the cell to stand. "Alright Jones. Over my lap like you were before." He told him firmly, patting his left knee to indicate the direction he wanted him to face. Fortunately for the cell he obeyed.

"Now you're going to be a good boy and cooperate for the duration of this punishment arn't you Jones?"

"You're talking like you havn't started it yet.."

"I havn't."

"But... the tawse.."

"Was punishment for your struggles... Now I'm giving you your real one." Ozzy whimpered. "Don't give me that. You knew this was coming."

Without another word Thrax began to spank him. Ozzy yelped and clutched onto the couch. Right now Thrax didn't need an impliment for this to be diffacult to bear. His bare hand was hurting him enough and the virus was not sparing his wrist.

"Ow... Thrax... Not so hard!" he yelped. The pain was building rapidly already. "Agh!" he cried out as Thrax started to spank harder for that.

"You're going to learn Jones!" he snarled, smacking him hard and fast. "And you will learn the hard way." he heard the cell whimper across his lap and started to smack his thighs. "I garuntee Jones... This is a lesson you will never forget."

Well that much was certian. He hated being spoken to and scolded like a little child and he hated the pain that his rear end was now in, wondering how long it would burn after he was done. Surely the infection would keep it feircely tender for a long time and he was dreading the next time he had to sit down because of that alone.

He gasped softly, fighting the burning pain that was building up in his backside. When Thrax gave out discipline he ment business and tonight the cell would be feeling the full force of Thrax's wrath. Ozzy gritted his teeth and focused on the arm of the couch, trying to displace himself from the pain. His body jerked forward slightly with every blow and he held his breath, letting it out slowly to try and deaden the pain some.

Picking up on this Thrax gave his thighs a good swat, right where his butt connected with them, causing the cell to yelp and hiss. Normally he would have let him try to fight it until the spanking itself got too much for him to do so anymore, but he wanted him to feel it every second. His offence was serious so his punishment would be the same.

Jones gasped and whimpered as Thrax's hand repetedly colided with prone flesh. He was having trouble fighting the pain and every blow stung even more than the last or so it felt. Letting out a whimper he looked at the floor, feeling his hips roughly shoved into Thrax's lap from every strike, and started to squirm. "Stop it Jones!" Thrax ordered. "I'm taking off my belt at the end of this just so you know."

"No!" he begged, struggling more and crying out as Thrax's hand started spanking harder. "Ow! Ow stop!"

"You shouldn't have struggled. And you're still struggling!" He snapped. "Oh yes you're gonna taste my belt before this is over." he warned.

Ozzy hissed in pain, eyes closed and fists clenched tightly, trying to submit to the painful punishment lest he make it worse. He was slowly starting to get the idea that Thrax was especially angry from the fact that he was getting no warning for any opposition he offered, only punishment.

"Please... I'm sorry.." he begged, holding as still as he could, though still jerking and writhing slightly from the pain. "I'll be good. Don't strap me."

"It's too late. You shouldn't have done it in the first place." He warned him and gave him one good swat on both cheeks at full force, making sure the cell had plenty of time to cry out then stopped.

"No not the belt." he begged, assuming he was going to get it now. "Please." He whimpered as Thrax swatted him again.

"Not yet anyway. Go to your bedroom and find a corner to stand in and don't you dare touch that ass. I don't care if it's for a milisecond, if I catch you touching those cheeks before it's over I'm gonna use the tawse too. The cell let out a barely audible sound that made Thrax smirk. "I'm gonna assume from your whimper that we have an understanding on this." he told him, patting the sore behind under his hand. "Now go to your room!" he commanded, giving the cell a swat as he stood him up and pointed to his room, deliberately sounding like a father scolding his nine year old.

Osmosis blushed furiously but did as he was told, pulling his pants up just enough so that they wouldn't hinder his ability to walk, but he dare not pull them up all the way. He had a feeling if he tried he'd be taken back over his knee or worse; that Thrax would start over! He'd done that in the past and his butt tightened in memory, causing him to have to resist touching it already.

Thrax watched him sternly, holding his hand ready to strike in case the cell misbehaved again. Fortunately for Ozzy the raised hand was plenty warning. He was also pleased that Osmosis didn't try to shut his door when he went in. Good perhaps he wouldn't nessicarily have to do much with his belt after all. He'd prefer not to have to strap him, but he had already promised the cell he'd do so and, good or bad, it wasn't right to break a promise.

Deciding the cell would need it he went to the kitchen area and got a good sized bowl, filling it up with water and put some ice in it to keep it cold. It would probably be melted by the time he was done or at least close to it, but the ice should keep the water at a nice cool temprature that the poor cell would surely find soothing. He also got a glass of cool water for Osmosis to drink to prevent dehydration. The tears that were sure to come would rob the cell of vital moisture and would have to be replaced.

He draped a hand towel over his shoulder and put a washrag in the bowl then found a bottle of lotion, noting that eucalyptus was one of the ingrediants in it. He smirked as he placed the lotion in the water to chill that as well, figuring the cell probably bought it specifically for when he was spanked becaue of the slight cooling sensation it gave sore, raw skin. Smart cell. Too bad he couldn't find it in him to use those brains to keep him out of trouble.

Sighing he returned to the cells room and didn't hesitate to scold him and storm over as he saw his hand on his backside. "I thought I told you not to touch it Jones!" he snapped, "Are you not listening to anyone today? Well guess what I'm gonna fix that right now!" Once he set the bowl and glass on the table he stormed over and took hold of the wrist attatched to the offending hand and whirled the cell around to face him, delivering a sharp smack to the back of his hand. "Why did you disobey me?" He demanded, staring him down.

"I.. It was only for a second."

"That doesn't matter!" he snapped, slapping the side of Ozzy's thigh as the cell continued to face him.

"I was just feeling how hot it was back there..." he insisted. "I wasn't rubbin."

"No excuse Jones.." he told him, taking out the tawse. "You've just earned yourself five strokes with this."

The cell's eyes widened. "No! C'mon man no!"

"Six then." He snapped, holding Ozzy's right hand palm up.

"Wait what are you.. NO!" He protested starting to sqirm, only to be pinned sharply against the wall by the stronger virus. Taking a deep breath he looked into his eyes. "You're gonna hit my palm with that thing!" he cried. "Ain't no way I can handle that." he insisted, looking genuinely paniced.

"Relax Jones!" Thrax told him. "Yes I'm going to smack your hand! The first one is going to be on the palm of your right hand for rubbing. I told you don't touch and you did so now you have to suffer the consequences." he scolded.

"But I wasn't rubbing!" he insisted, earning himself a stern glare from Thrax.

"Reguardless, you disobeyed me by touching." he snapped before continueing. "The first one is going on your palm so you can feel some sting there while I tear your ass up." He glared at him. "You had better not resist because if I have to I'll lock your arm with mine and if I have to do that baby beleive me you'll regret it." He made sure to give Ozzy his sternest 'alpha' glare as he continued in a low dangerous voice. "Understand."

"Yes.. I understand." Ozzy replied with a slight nod.

"You'd better. Because if you resist not only will I give you all six strokes on the palm of your hand, but I'll give you six on your butt in addition for resisting." He knew he'd gotten his point across when the cell whimpered. "Good boy... Now you wanna act like a child I'm gonna treat you like one and that means talking to you like one as well." Ozzy cringed, hating that he was going to be treated even more childishly than he already was. "Now you're gonna be a good boy and take this arn't you?"

"Yes..." he sighed, nodding.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir.." he relented, cheeks flushing with embarassment.

"Good. Now you better hold that hand out baby."

Jones nodded and began to tremble, figureing that this was going to hurt him badly, and shakily held his hand flat, Thrax still grasping his right wrist. "Good boy." Thrax praised, remaining true to his word that he wold be treating him like the kid he was behaving like. Though he would never give an actual child a punishment this severe.

He wasn't sure what was worse. The fact that the loud SMACK landing on the sensitive palm on his hand smarted like he'd had scalding hot water poured on it or the fact that he could actually see himself being punished."FUCK!" He cried out, yanking his hand back the moment Thrax let go of his wrist and cradling it close to him. "Oh fuck that hurt!" He whimpered, his eyes watering up.

"It was supposed to hurt. You watch that language Jones!" He growled. "I'm gonna have to get you for that now." Instantly the cell's smarting hand went to his mouth and Thrax, once more, forced his voice to soften. "I'm not gonna hit you in the mouth Jones... I never hit you in the face.. ever." Jones brought his hand down. "Good... Now I'm gonna give you a choice. For saying 'fuck' twice you can either hold a bar of soap in your mouth for two minutes, that's one minute for each word, or you can take three additional strokes of the tawse. It's your choice Jones."

Ozzy winced. Once more he was being force to participate in his punishment and once more he hated it. He looked at Thrax, who was clearly a lot less patient than his voice had let on. The virus was not known for his patience after all. He bit his lower lip and thought for thirty seconds that felt like thirty minutes, finally answering him.

"I'll... I'll take the three with the tawse..." He'd decided to cocede to the extra three stripes, favoring the additional pain over the disgusting residue the soap would leave that would interfere with his eating later by making his next meal taste faintly of glycerine soap.

Nodding Thrax motioned for him to face the corner once more and prompted him to cross his wrists above his head where Thrax pinned them to the wall in the corner. Osmosis blushed furiously, for some reason finding this position much more humiliating than being over his lap.

"Count them." Thrax told him simply and began without another word, laying a sharp stripe across the cell's cheeks.

"Ah!" he cried out, actually finding it more painful this way as he had to wait for the pain to fade before he spoke, thereby getting the full 'benefit' of the sting. "One.." He hissed out, blushing deeply then yelped again at the second. 'T... two." He stammered as the next flashfire slowly faded. OW! Ooh ow Thrax.." He whimpered. "Threeee... AH!" The next didn't even give him a chance to catch his breath. "Four... Thrax please." The next stroke was harder than the last, but he continued to count lest he make it worse. "F... five..."

"You're feeling this now arn't you Jones?" Thrax scolded. "Don't you ever ever play with people's lives like that again!" He laid the next one on with equal force to the fifth.

"Ow!" he gasped, but reminded himself to count. "Six!"

"If you do I swear..." he struck him again and paused in his own speach, waiting for the count.

"Seven!" he said in a pained whisper. 'One more to go..' he thought with a mental sob, 'Only one more to go...'

"...I will spank you until you can't sit for a month," he continued from where he left off, "then I'll spank you all over once you can sit again!" He gave the cell a last stripe with the tawse, making sure to put a bit more muscle into it, having steeled himself for the scream he knew would tear itself from Ozzy's throat. He wasn't disappointed. The sound hurt his ears and made the wall near Jones' head tremble a bit.

"E... eight.." he counted, breithing a sigh of relief that Thrax was done with the tawse at least and vowed not to do anything to set him to use it again.

"Now.." Thrax began, releasing his grip on his wrists so he could turn the cell around and look him directly in the eyes. "Are you going to be a good boy and take the rest of your punishment?" he asked as though he were talking to a child, wanting to emphasize to the cell plenty that that's how he was acting.

"Y... Yes sir.."

"I'm going to sit on your bed now." He told him. "You come with me and you lay down over my lap like before and you tell me you're ready to be a big boy and accept being spanked. Do you understand or do I need to elaborate further?"

"No sir.." he said submissively as it became ever more clear what his lesson for today was.. humility. Boy was he learning it.

"Good boy."

Tense, the cell watched Thrax walk over to the bed and sit down, patting his lap and looking at him expectantly. Sighing he did as Thrax bid him, pullling his pants about his thighs so that he could walk without tripping. Taking a breath he laied himself down over Thrax's thighs, whimpering as he felt his pants pulled from mid thigh to his knees, knowing his upper legs would be targets as well.

"Now Jones... I"m waiting.." Thrax said expectantly. At his hesitation he removed the tawse once more, threateningly and showed it to the cell. "Jones do you really want me to use this on you instead? Do you really want to feel it again?"

"No don't!" the cell pleaded, starting to squirm and yelped out as he felt it lain across his backside, but Thrax hadn't struck him. He'd simply placed it on his tender skin as a warning. "O... okay.." he stammered, knowing he was going to be punished either way, but it was best to go with the less painful option of Thrax's hard hand rather than the unbearable burn if the tawse. "I'm... I'm ready.." He forced out between clenched teeth.

"Ready for what?" Thrax prompted, picking up the tawse and holding it as if to prepare to strike him.

The cell winced. "I'm... ready to take... this spanking.." he muttered.

"Good boy." Thrax told him patting his butt, feeling the cell tense across his thighs. Osmosis assumed this would be harder than usual from the first strike on.

His assumtion was right and he gasped in pain as Thrax, once more, began spanking him firmly with the flat of his right hand. Thus far it had been one of the most painful punishments he'd endured. He would wonder why most of it had been administered with Thrax's bare hand if it wern't for the fact that he'd been infected first off.

Thrax was sure to continue to lecture him about proper procedure and his own responsibilities, especially about his unwillingness to work as a team. He reminded him of his rank and what it entailed making the poor cell even more miserable than he already was. Deciding to accentuate his point even more he spanked harder, sending shockwaves of pain into the poor little blue cell's butt.

Osmosis cried out in pain as another blow hit home. He had really pissed him off this time hadn't he? Thrax was giving him the full force of his viral arm and to top it off the virus had infected him, just enough to increase the already burning sting from his blows, before the serious punishment had even begun! Why oh why had he angered Thrax? He vowed mentally never to do this again, for more reasons than just the pain he was in now. His arrogence had put lives in danger, his own included.

"Ow!" he yelped, Thrax's slightly cupped hand coliding right on his sitspot. "Ow it hurts!" He moaned, voice breaking. "C'mon I'm sorry!"

"I would hope so!" Thrax scolded, smacking him harder. "I'm gonna make sure you're sufficently repentant for your transgression Jones!" he snapped, making Ozzy wince. Thrax hardly ever used his surname unless he was very angry. Of course there was no hiding the fact that, right now, Thrax was indeed very angry.. The virus wasn't usually much for using big words but somehow his lectures seemed more powerful when he did and he knew it.

Finally Osmosis felt the hot sting of tears sliding from his cheeks. He couldn't remember Thrax's bare hand ever having this effect on him before or hurting this bad, but it was. Sure Thrax had also given him quite a few stripes with the tawse earlier, but he wasn't using it now! He gulped, trying to fight the sobs rising in his throat. Thrax was really pissed this time wasn't he? Osmosis had to admit he'd really screwed up this time. His punishment was about to get much worse, he reminded himself, Thrax was going to be removing his belt before this was over.

He was crying out now under every blow, his sobs getting harder and harder to fight down. His tears were already flowing. He honestly didn't think he could possibly take the strapping. Not if Thrax's hand alone hurt like this.

He reached down and grasped Thrax's ankle, his pants now tangled in his ankles from his struggles. Even if he managed to get up he wouldn't get far because his shoes were stuck tight in the legs of his pants. Thrax warned him to quit struggling, continueing to spank him as hard as his arm would allow. Each swat brought a sharp cry from the cell, especially after he switched the movement of his wrist, allowing him to add to the sting without putting more muscle in it.

"Owwwwwww!" Ozzy moaned out. "Thrax stop!" He begged, crying out as Thrax began pulling his hand back a bit slower so that he could feel more of each slap.

"You earned this Jones!" The virus chided. "And you're gonna take every strike until I think I've taught you a lesson in humility! Apparently you need it!"

Every blow after that was the same. No longer did Thrax's halt his hand mid-swat, meaning he pulled it back after it made connection so he could pull his arm back for the next, but by the cell's butt itself, increasing the pain behind it. He couldn't take it and bellowed out loud, no longer fighting the sobs as they wrenched themselves from his throat. It hurt badly and he couldn't stop them even if he continued to try.

Thrax's arm was unrelenting and painful. He made no more attempted to stop his tears from falling and sobbed bitterly into the matress, his grip on Thrax's ankle tightening. It was every bit a plea for mercy as coming right out and saying it and, as with Ozzy's every plea for the cesation of his punishment, Thrax ignored it. This was no fun for either of them.

Across his knees the cell whimpered. "Please.. stop." was all he could manage between his sobs. Thrax sighed and shook his head, not letting up with his arm and spanking even faster, moving his blows to the cell's tender thighs. It made his cries increase in pitch, but did nothing to sway the strict Virus from his disciplinary task.

Eventually Thrax began to slow down in the frequency of his blow, but it did nothing to queel the cries of the cell as the pause only served to allow him to feel more of the pain of each strike. It burned badly, but the worst was yet to come. He felt his heart leap into his throat as Thrax gave him one more devestating blow to the area right between his backside and his thighs. He knew what was coming.

"Alright Jones.." Thrax told him firmly.

"No.." He sobbed. "I can't take that." He begged. "I've had enough please." Thrax only said those two words when the final, and most devastating, phaze of his punishments was about to start.

"That's my call Jones!" Thrax snapped and gave him another harsh swat. "You lay right there while I take off my belt and don't you dare try to get up or I'm finishing this with the tawse instead! Do you understand me?" His only responce was a whimpered sob so he slapped the sore butt under him again. "I said do you understand me!" he asked again, more forcefully this time.

"Yes!" Ozzy yelped, sobbing across Thrax's lap. "Yes..s.. sir.."

"Good." Thrax praised then shifted positions somewhat so that he could unbuckle his belt, sliding it out of the loops.

"No.. nononono..." The cell whimpered the entire time, flinching as he felt Thrax's left hand press down on his mid back to firmly hold him down. He could tell had no intention of sparing his arm just from how firmly Thrax's hand was holding him in place. He was trembling now across his lap.

"I know you're afraid Jones.." Thrax said gently. "But you have to understand the seriousness of what has happened and how dangerous your lack of humility is. A serious offence like this requires some serious correction and that's what you're getting." He told him. "This is going to hurt and you're going to be continueing to feel it for a long time, but hopefully this will modify your behavior..." He sighed, forcing his voice to soften to a more concerned paternal tone. "I do not want to see you killed or worse." He said gently, folding his belt over in his hand in preparation to strap him. "You may or may not be able to take this but you will take it nonetheless and hopefully you'll come out a better cell."

No further words were spoken as he brought the leather down smartly across his backside, wrenching a howl from the cell. He grasped the covers tightly, pulling them away from the pillows as he squirmed against the pain. It hurt badly, worse than normal because of the spanking and minor infection he'd already recieved.

As Osmosis assumed Thrax did not spare his strength, bringing the belt down hard and swiftly across his cheeks. He cried out under every blow and hid his face in his arms, sobbing. Thrax warned him not to kick but he couldn't help it. The pain was intense and he begged Thrax to cease between painful lashes. He couldn't take it, but still he did. He had no choice. Thrax's grip was strong and unrelenting and if he morphed in order to escape he would be severely punished, perhaps by starting over completely from the begining. He shuddered at the thought, crying out at the burning sting across his buttocks.

"I mean it Ozzy!" Thrax scolded him, trying to convey as much affection into his stern tone as he could. "Never pull this again do you hear me!" he emphacized his point, as always, with a particularly harsh stripe across his nether cheeks. "I ment what I said about your punishment being even more severe than this if you ever dare try a stunt like that again! You scared me half to death Osmosis Jones! You scared everyone!"

"S...sorrrrrrry..." he whimpered, barely able to speak through his talking.

"Don't talk baby." Thrax advised him, "Save your breath for crying."

"Stooop..." he pleaded, sounding pitiful. "T.. too much... Can't take it OW!" he cried out as Thrax increased the force of his blows, putting more sting into each devastating spank.. "No please!" he begged, "Too much! Owwwwwwwwww!" He sobbed harder, shoulders shaking with the force.

"I told you don't talk." Thrax reminded him as he started to put his full arm into it, strapping him as hard as he could. This time the cell let out a heartbreaking wail that made Thrax want to throw down the impliment and just hold him right then, but he had to remain firm and finish out this punishment. It was probably effective by now, but he had to be sure.

"Pls.. no mor.. nemore.."

The cell couldn't hardly talk now anyway. He was nigh hyperventelation from the pain and his own inner turmoil, the full realization of the stunt he pulled, of the lives he put in danger now weighing heavily on his heart. He quit pleading, but his legs continued to kick instingtively, attempting futily to dull the pain in some way.

He streatched one of his arm out in front of him, bawling pitifully, giving in to the unrelenting blows that landed across his backside, primarily on his sitspot with the occasional stray blow to his thighs. Thrax was severe but careful in his punishments, not wanting to strike him where he could do real damage. too high and he risked inflicting serious internal injury, not to mention that if the strap landed on his lower back it would be far too unbearable on the sensitive area even on the first blow and conciderably cruel especially due to the risk of injury and the unnessicary terror the cell would no doubt experiance.

Thrax looked at Osmosis and could see the quilt wet from his tears, using the cell's current emotional state to judge if he was ready for the punishment to end or not. Osmosis was trembling and bawling pathetically into his arms, head bowed in shame as he whimpered and moaned in pain from the relentless strap falling on his unprotected buns.

"Alright almost done.." Thrax assured him gently, spanking faster.

There was a sharp intake of breath and more heart-wrenching sobs from the cell as the words sunk in. He looked, and felt, like a small child, wanting nothing more than to be soothed and held when this was over. Three hard, slow, agonising blows were lain across his butt. Thrax paused between each one, letting the cell feel the full pain of them, steeling himself for each repentant howl that tore itself from Jones' throat.

After the last Thrax simply set the belt aside and leaned over and down close to the cell's head. "Alright baby. It's all over now." he said soothingly, adding an affectionate nuzzle to his gentle words. "All done." He caught Osmosis' hand by the wrist as hse reached back to try and rub the sting out of his backside. "No baby just let it burn for now ok?" Osmosis began to sob harder, thinking he was going to be chastized further. "No baby shhh.." He soothed, drawing him up close. "It's alright... It'll just hurt too much for anything to touch it right now alright?"

The Virus drew him up into his arms and held his head to his chest, spreading his knees so that Ozzy could be perched in his lap with his butt not touching anything. His thighs were tender but as they wern't the main target of punishment it wasn't really that uncomfortable for them to be set on Thrax's leg. He sobbed loud and clutched onto Thrax's coat, trying not to look at the belt which was still laying on the bed.

Now thoroughly sorry for his actions, Osmosis snuggled his head into Thrax's chest sobbing openly as the Virus held him close. The very hand that had just been harshly correcting him now gently stroked his lower back. Thrax's other, most deadly, hand genetly lay on the back of his head, occasionally stroking his face and wiping away the well-punished cell's tears.

As the position became a bit too akward Thrax closed his legs with a gentle whispered apology to his charge. Letting out another whimper Ozzy nuzzled the Virus's shoulder. Smiling gently, Thrax held him tighter. Osmosis' bottom stung to sit like this in his lap, but not as much as it had been moments earlier during his spanking. It felt good now just to be held be somone who cared enough to correct him when he misbehaved.

His bottom was painful to sit on, but at least Thrax wasn't spanking him anymore. "You're forgiven now baby.." Thrax assured him kindly. The cell could only nod and freely absorb the comfort and affection that was being given. "Now baby you remember you're not to leave the room right?" he asked, wanting to make sure Osmosis still remembered.

"Y..es s..ir.." the cell whimpered, nodding, still sobbing heavily.

"No baby it's alright... You don't have to talk ok? Just nod or shake your head." He kissed Ozzy's forehead as he continued to rock him. "Baby you just cry alright?" he crooned. "This is the most severe I've ever punished you..."

Thrax would be getting no arguements from him and his responce was to bury his face in Thrax's chest, his thumb wandering toward his mouth. Thrax held back his chuckle, finding it adorable. The cell seemed to have made that a habit when he'd been punished like this. Osmosis was just like a little boy sometimes. His little boy and, dispite their respective natures, he loved him.

It took several minutes but finally Thrax's rocking and crooning had consoled him enough to where the Virus figured he could drink some water and reached for it. "Slowly now." he advized gently as the thirsty cell tried to practically gulp it down. Holding the glass he prompted the cell to drink, still soothingly stroking the back of his head with his other hand.

After the water was gone Thrax drew him in close again, undoing the belt on his coat and opening it to hold the cell in with him. If it was big enough to act as a glider it was certianly big enough for the two of them to cuddle in it at the same time. Especially when Ozzy needed it as bad as he did now. Thrax didn't really care that there was now a good sized wet spot on his coat from the tears of his charge.

It would do no good for him to ignore the poor cell after this. It would be cruel in fact so he didn't, no matter what he did this always wiped the slate clean between the two of them and he made sure Osmosis knew it. He knew his offical punishment of being confined to quarters couldn't be lifted except by Northstar but he would speak to her about how long she inteded to keep him 'grounded' so to speak.

"Look at me baby.." When Osmosis didn't look up he slid two of his right claws under his chin and tilted his head up slowly. "I said look at me." He commanded gently. Tearstained black eyes slowly met Thrax's own amber ones. "You're going to curb your attitude." He warned. It was a command, not a suggestion. Still not trusting himself to speak he nodded, looking down in shame, cheeks flushed. "Alright baby come on."

Thrax patted his back then shifted a bit, draping the still-blubbering cell back over his thighs and reached over to take the cloth out of the cool water. The cell let out a soft hiss, removing his thumb, as the cloth passed over his tender, hot skin, looking away from Thrax as he felt the claws on his left hand gently stroking the back of his head, the right hand, the one that had so badly burned his backside was now gently soothing the burn.

After soothing him with the water for a little while he took the lotion and gently began to rub it in, watching as the cell's thirsty skin absorbed it and he only stopped when it would absorb no more, continueing to soothingly rub his bottom. "My good boy.." Thrax crooned as he drew him back up into his arms and wiped his face with the same cool cloth he'd been using to sooth his bottom. "Better?" He asked gently as he finished cleaning his face from the crying he'd done over his lap. Osmosis nodded slowly, cuddling. "Alright then." Thrax whispered as he put the cloth back in the bowl and wrapped both arms around him in a warm, paternal embrace.

Osmosis nuzzled him under the chin, sniffling still and very tired. It wasn't helping his exaustion at all that Thrax was rocking him. Thrax smiled softly, patting his back as he rocked the tired cell back and fourth. After a moment Ozzy's eyes widened and he looked up at him. Thrax was singing!

It wasn't his normal heat-related type of tune either it was a lullaby. Or at least that's what it sounded like. He couldn't understand the language. Perhaps it was Thrax's own native tounge. He had never heard it before. "Mmmmph.." He muttered as he nuzzled Thrax, enjoying the song. It was remarkable how nice Thrax's singing voice was. He'd heard it before, but humming 'fever' or other such song in an intimidating way. This was diffrent... Soothing.. Gentle even.

"You sing nice.." he said softly after Thrax's song seemd to be over, causing the virus to smile warmly.

"Thanks baby." He told him, cuddling the cell close. "I think you need to sleep baby." he advized gently, turning down the covers and standing to place the cell in bed. "I'm gonna be Right here ok?"

Osmosis nodded as Thrax stroked his forehead then untied his shoes for him to remove his lower clothing completely, rendinering him nude from the waist down. He then undid his own coat and removed his turtleneck and shoes to crawl in next to him, drawing him closer.

The cell freely snuggled closer and hugged Thrax. His body was hot. Much warmer than most beings. He felt like he had a fever, but the truth was he WAS fever. He was a deadly pathogen cappable of causing such distruction and he unleashed much of this power when he disciplined, but afterwards he was not cold hearted as one might think while watching him punish. On the contrary he acted as warm as his body and he was currently holding the poor punished cell to prove it.

"Thrax?" Osmosis whispered.

"Yeah baby?"

"Do you... Do you think you could get her to, y'know, reduce the time I have to stay conifned?" he heard Thrax's exaspirated sigh and added quickly, "Or at least tell me how long it's gonna be."

"Well I duno about getting it reduced, but I think I can see about at least getting her to tell you how long it's supposed to be. That sound alright?"

"Yeah it's cool.." Ozzy told him.

"Baby you look exausted." Thrax stated matter-of-factly. "You took quite a punishment so I'm not surprised.."

"Yeah.." he really didn't want to think about it because somehow thinking about it only increased the current sting in his backside. "How do you know how much to use anyway?" he asked suddenly. "the claw there I mean." He pointed out Thrax's fireclaw.

"Instingt baby, plus I know exactally what dosage of it does what and how to change it to make it little more than a seditive." He paused for a moment unwilling to say too much less he disturb the cell. He knew how to kill or simply torture a cell with his toxins. Or he could simply do as he did then... inject just enough to make them sensitive to any blows he inflicted on them. It was a harsh truth of his kind but such things were a fact of life... Viruses and white blood cells were generally enemies. Circumstance had changed things for them. "No more questions baby." he announced, tapping Ozzy on the nose almost playfully with that very claw. "You need to sleep."

"But.."

"No butts." Thrax punned, lightly cupping Ozzy's sore tush. "Sleep." He chuckled breifly as Osmosis winced and nodded, getting the point. "Goodnight baby." he crooned, shifting his hand from his backside to the back of his head and drawing him close to cuddle, intending to take nap as well. Ozzy usually begged him to stay anyway.

"Goodnight Thrax.." Osmosis mumbled into the pathogen's chest and closed his eyes. He resisted the urge to fall asleep, wanting to breath in his scent for a while, but Thrax began singing again and he couldn't help it. Listening to the other-worldly sounding song he fell asleep, breathing softly against him.

Thrax smiled gently at his little cell, stroking the back of his head as he slept and continued to sing. He had the urge to protect him from everything when he was like this. Of course there was no way for it to be practical even if he had the means to. Not in this kind of situation. Not with a war. He gently stroked the cell's cheek, musing over his still-apparent innocence. It wasn't prominant, but it was there, especially when he was spanked. He sighed softly wondering... how long would it take for him to completely lose it?

Deciding not to think of such things now he simply drew the boy closer and kissed the top of his head, for now protectively cuddling him. Osmosis muttered something in his sleep and Thrax chuckled, wonering what it was. It didn't matter that much to him at the moment anyway. He wasn't really that tired but he took a nap anyway, knowing that Osmosis would want to wake back up with him beside him and that was perfactly fine as far as Thrax was concerned. After a few minutes holding the sleeping cell close to him he drifted off to sleep.