TRANSFORMERS: DISCIPLINE ON THE LOST LIGHT
Ratchet headed down the corridor after leaving med-bay, the old medic was quite tired after having worked a seemingly endless shift. and was looking forward to a quiet night to himself.
But unfortunately for the medic, fate had other plans for him.
"Oh there you are Ratch!" exclaimed Rung as he approached from the other end of the corridor with excitement written all over his face.
"Hello....Rung, whatever it is, I'm too slagging tired" said the somewhat cranky CMO.
"C'mon lets head to my office for a drink" said the slender mech as he grasped Ratchet's servo, practically pulling him to his office.
Ratchet let out a weary groan as he let the smaller mech pull him along. The moment that they arrived at Rung's office, he typed in the entry code and entered after the door slid open, then slid closed once he and Rung were in.
Ratchet watched with heavy optics as the ships therapist was planning.
"So....Ratch, when was the last time you had a brake? questioned Rung as he handed the medic a glass of high-grade energon.
The CMO gave the other mech a look.
"Rung, I'm the ship's chief medic, I work hard and can't really afford to take brakes" replied Ratchet.
"Well....mister chief medic, as the ship's therapist, I'm telling you to take a brake" said Rung as he took a seat in Ratchet's broad lap; then gently kissed him on the mouth.
"Oh....Primus Dammit!" exclaimed Ratchet in a hushed yell, the medic shook his helm in utter amazement at the other mech's behaviour toward him.
"Come now Ratchet, I've seen how you look at me, especially my aft.
Ratchet was a little perplexed by the therapist's actions, but when he put all the pieces together, it started making sense.
"Listen sweetspark, use your words, ask me for what you want, and don't just assault me like animal" chastised Ratchet as he lashed his glossa over Rung's lip-plates gently.
"Nnnnghhh.....Ratchet please! please don't make me say it" begged the now pouting therapist.
Ratchet's spike twitched within the confines of his codpiece, he disliked how bratty the other mech was being, but a mech Rung's age should know how to ask for what he wants.
The medic vented a sigh and stood up to leave.
"N-NO w-wait....please! I was won--, no hoping, began Rung.
"W-what I'm asking for is this."
"RATCHET, WOULD YOU GIVE ME A SPANKING...?" asked the now trembling therapist.
Ratchet went over to the smaller mech and pulled in for a hug.
"Of course I'll spank you sweetspark" said the medic, before giving Rung a sloppy old mech kiss.
"But it'll have to be tomorrow, cause I'm tired right now" stated the medic.
And Ratchet was sure that he heard Rung's spike bang against his codpiece with a k-thunk.
So the medic scooped Rung up and walked over to the makeshift birth and lay down on it, with Rung curled up against him.
The next day, Ratchet had bumped into Megatron while getting his morning energon.
Seeing the former leader of the Decepticons with the Autobot symbol was still a little strange for the medic, even though he'd come aboard some time ago.
"Tell me, what is opinion about spanking?" asked Ratchet out of the blue, as he headed to an empty table with Megatron and sat down.
"Well....hmmm....I-I'm not sure, but I suppose that several smacks on the bottom sends a message" replied the shocked co-captain.
Ratchet was enjoying how uncomfortable Megatron was, and decided to have some fun.
"Ya know Megsy, I've fantasised about spanking a big bad decepticon" teased Ratchet as the former con leader's cheek-plates flushed in embarrassment.
"Oh....I-hnnnghh...see!" replied the silver Mech with a choked grunt.
Ratchet could tell without even looking that Megatron was aroused, and figured that all he needed was just one tiny little push.
"Just picture it Megatron, a Decepticon like, oh I don't know.....Vortex or even you. Bent over my knee, writhing in absolute agony as I wallop your backside, spike throbbing with pleasure; crying out with desire and begging me to let you overload" said Ratchet in mix of malice and total authority.
"Or I could just take a wrench to your aft instead, but you strike me as the type of mech who would enjoy having a strap taken to your aft" stated the medic calmly.
"I'd love to stay and chat with you, but I've got an appointment with Rung" informed the medic as he got up and headed off.
"Primus! that medic is something" thought Megatron in amazement and bitterness.
Megatron wasn't sure what hurt the most, the fact that the old medic got him to overload without even lifting a finger or that he'd done so easily.
Megatron was just starting to earn the respect of the crew, but if they found out about this, then no bot would respect him ever again.
With a growl, Megatron stood up and headed to Rung's office to confront the medic.
The closer he got to the office door, the more that noises coming from inside echoed in his audios.
Megatron entered the code and waited until the door slid open, before angrily storming inside.
*"LISTEN HERE MEDIC, WHAT IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS!!!" * exclaimed Megatron as he saw a sight that he never thought that he'd see.
Ratchet was seated on a backless chair with Rung bent over his broad lap, getting spanked.
"Oh hello Megs" said the medic calmly while spanking the therapist's aft.
WHACKKK! WHACKKK! WHACKKKK! WHACKKK!
*"AHHHHHHH! RATCHET" * cried Rung as lubricant dripped down his flushed cheek-plates.
A stunned Megatron watched for a bit, optics wide.
Ratchet seemed to be spanking at a fairly brisk pace, only giving Rung about a minute between each spank.
Rung howled as the CMO peppered his aft with stinging strikes, causing tears to stream down his face and pool on the floor.
"Primus Rung, enough with crocodile-bot tears, I haven't even bared your aft yet you overgrown sparkling" chuckled Ratchet.
"PLEASE RATCHET, IT HURTS!" exclaimed Rung.
The therapist's aft plating was so hot, that Megatron thought he saw it glowing red.
Seeing how distressed the other mech was, Ratchet stopped spanking him and stood on his pedes.
"Ooooh...PRIMUS, my aft!" exclaimed Rung with a sob, before rubbing his bottom with both servos.
"C'mere sweetspark and let papa take care of you" said Ratchet, before pulling the other mech over to him and stood up, before hoisting the therapist up and plopped him down on the chair.
The medic gently fiddled with Rung's crotch plating and freed his spike, then bent forward lapped his glossa over the tip of his shaft.
Megatron moaned as the medic's helm bobbed up and down, getting a good look at how hot Ratchet's aft really was.
Megatron's optics nearly blew out when Ratchet released his rear plating, and exposed the meaty rubbery protoform of his aft.
"Well.....Megsy, hop to it, my backside won't lick itself" stated Ratchet firmly.
Megatron moved in behind the medic, knelt down and stuck out his glossa tentatively and swiped over the Autobot medic's aft
Rung was close to overloading, so he brought the therapist to an overload with a few well placed swipes of his skilled glossa, before motioning Megs to stop with a finger.
"Well then Megsy, time for your lesson" said the CMO.
And before Megatron could protest, Ratchet smothered his face with his aft, giving the co-captain a rather smug look over his shoulder.
Rung gasped then giggled, when the sadistic old medic let rip a loud brassy fart, followed by the co-captain's muffled yell.
Ratchet smiled lovingly at Rung, while torturing Megatron with the old aft cannon.
As much as it annoyed him, the medic knew deep down that Rung was right.
He did need to take a brake.
And did it ever feel good.