KINKFIC: Enemy Hands pt. 2
Short chapter this time. Things start out pretty slow for Starscream, but they won't stay that way, to his skidplate's dismay. First mech up is Ironhide.
(Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 for warnings.)
*****
Not long ago, Optimus Prime had been spanked hard over Megatron's knees in front of nearly the entire Decepticon forces, Starscream included. Now the Seeker found himself in a remarkably similar situation. He was bending over a table in the Ark's rec room, with a crowd of curious Autobots looking on as Ironhide secured his wrists to makeshift restraints. The cuffs had actually been welded into place, so there was no way Starscream could get loose short of ripping metal. In other words, he probably could, but not without really trying. He didn't foresee that happening… assuming he was right about Autobot mercy, anyway.
Core pulsing somewhat more rapidly than usual, he studied the faces turned his way. Their expressions ranged from perplexed to disturbed to eager to downright malicious. Optimus and Prowl had them all keeping a bit of distance, so he didn't feel menaced, but all the attention was intense. He met their optics, satisfied to see a few look away uncomfortably, but others didn't seem at all embarrassed. Those infernal Twins, for instance. Primus, he hoped they were gentler about this than they were about Jet Judo.
"There ya go," said Ironhide, straightening up. "Nice an' secure. You won't be tryin' to wiggle away on us." He made his way around the table to Prime, slapping Starscream's aft in passing. The Decepticon twitched and grumbled a little - it hadn't been enough to hurt, but it was definitely a promise of more to come. He'd be shocked if Ironhide didn't claim the first turn himself.
"Alright, Prime, he's ready to go! What say we get this started?"
"Hold on a minute, Ironhide." Optimus raised his voice to address the troops. "I'm sure some of you have guessed, but I should probably tell you why you're all gathered here. As you can see, we have a Decepticon as our guest. Megatron loaned him to us, with attached instructions. Jazz?"
The saboteur stepped forward, holding up the note, barely able to restrain his grin. Prime liked to have him deliver announcements and speeches when possible - not only did he love to talk, he had a nice loud, carrying voice that people tended to listen to. The Autobots hung on every word as he read Megatron's message aloud. Though Prowl had already filled him on, he still had a hard time believing what he was reading. By the time he finished, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
To no one's surprise, it was Bluestreak who spoke up first. "Uh, does this have to do with that video Jazz brought back last month? Because if I remember right, Megatron said he'd do something like this, except none of us actually thought he'd do it. I guess we should've, now that I think about it, 'cause Megatron's pretty nuts, but still, does he really expect us to-"
"We get to spank Starscream? Hell yeah!" Sideswipe cut him off in midstream, high-fiving his brother.
"That's the long and short of it, yes." Prowl looked all too smug about the situation, and Prime was not at all convinced that he was supporting this plan out of logic alone. "Participation is not mandatory, of course. Anyone who wants a turn will get one."
Enthusiastic cheers went up. Prime raised his hands quickly to signal silence. "For those who wish to participate, there are a few rules I'd like to lay down. First, no excessive force. Hands only, for the most part - that may be negotiable, but there has to be a line somewhere. I won't have people beating the prisoner with crowbars and Primus-knows-what-else. Those of you with above-average physical strength, use some restraint. That means you, Ironhide." Several Autobots laughed.
"Ha, ha. You worry about these delinquents, Prime. I plan to behave."
"I'm sure everyone's relieved to hear that," said Ratchet.
"Second," continued Prime as if he hadn't been interrupted, "you'll each be limited to a certain number of, er, hits. Again, we're trying to avoid serious damage. What do you think, Ratchet - ten apiece?"
Ironhide snorted. "Hell with that. Twenty! It's the least he's earned."
Optimus frowned, glancing over at Starscream. "That might be a little much…"
The Seeker, who had been listening to the conversation rather disinterestedly, turned to glare at him. "Please, Prime. You think that's more than I can handle? You give them too much credit. Bring it on!"
Ratchet rolled his optics. Optimus sighed and turned back to his troops. "All right, twenty strikes apiece. No exceptions. Anyone who breaks the first rule loses the rest of his turn. Is that clear?" Heads nodded all around. There were one or two grumbles, but most of the Autobots looked quite satisfied with the arrangement. "All right. I think that will do for guidelines. Let's get started… Jazz?"
"Whoever volunteers to spank the Decepticon, raise your hand!" The saboteur's hand was already in the air. Several others shot up eagerly before he'd finished the sentence. Only a few of the assembled 'bots declined.
Jazz smirked at Starscream. "Well, aren't you popular? I'm almost jealous."
"If you want to trade places with him, Jazz, I'm sure we'll still find plenty of volunteers," said Prowl, who was tapping out the list of participants on a datapad. Laughter and whistles rose from the Autobots. Jazz winked at them.
"Some other time, folks. I'd hate to steal Screamer's moment in the spotlight."
Ironhide looked at the Seeker hungrily. "I'd like to go first, Prime, seein' as I brought 'im in. If the rest o' you don't mind."
Sideswipe groaned. "No fair! He'll ruin it for the rest of us. Starscream won't have an aft left!"
Ironhide looked at Optimus. Prime of all mechs knew how much care and control he could exercise in such matters. Ironhide had shown him, after the incident at the Decepticon base. He would show Starscream too, if he had the chance.
After a moment's consideration, Optimus nodded. "Very well, Ironhide, you have the first turn. But please, use restraint."
The old mech smiled in response and turned to Starscream, who was shifting uneasily on his feet. Red optics watched him warily. Ironhide chuckled. "Don't worry. I know you can't fight back, so I'll go easy on ya." He patted the Seeker lightly on the back, Starscream's wings twitching in response. "Gotta admit, 'Con or no, you're not bad to look at." His gaze roamed over the sleek figure, coming to rest on that trim, tight aft, painted eye-catchingly red. An inviting target. "Specially that skidplate. Have to be careful not to damage that beauty."
"Speaking of which… hang on a minute, Ironhide." Ratchet stepped in between them, squeezing something out of a tube onto his hand. "This is a protective clearcoat. It'll help prevent too much wear to his plating." Briskly, professionally, he rubbed the transparent substance onto Starscream's backside, careful to cover his upper thighs as well as his aft. Starscream held still, not wanting to interrupt the process. The clearcoat dried and hardened within seconds of application, forming an invisible barrier. "That should do it. Probably have to reapply it a few times, but it'll reduce the risk of damage. He should still be able to feel plenty through it, though." He tapped the glossy aft sharply with his palm and Starscream jumped, startled. Ratchet grinned. "Yep. He's all yours, Ironhide."
Starscream began trembling slightly as the medic stepped back. He wasn't sure if it was mostly fear, or excitement. His Spark flickered erratically, sending little surges and jolts through his systems. All the sensors in his aft were tingling; he swore he could feel molecules of air moving against the plating. Above the rapid cycling of his own vents he could hear Ironhide's, just as rapid, harsh with excitement. Yet the Autobot's manner was calm as he positioned himself next to Starscream, laying his hand gently against the scarlet skidplate.
"Ready?"
The Seeker set his jaw. "Do your worst," he said, hoping no one noticed his voice wavering.
"Nah, not my worst. But I'll give you somethin' to remember."
The hand rubbed lightly up and down a few times, almost soothing. Then it moved away, leaving a ghost of a touch…
…and returned with a vengeance.
Crack! Heat exploded beneath Ironhide's palm as it met his skidplate. Starscream gasped, hips jerking involuntarily away from the sting. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd feared from this particular Autobot, but it was still a hard slap, enough to leave his sensors tingling. He expected another smack to immediately follow, and shifted from foot to foot in tense anticipation. The burn slowly faded as he waited for the next strike… and waited… and waited. Soon it had receded to an almost pleasant warmth, and Starscream's impatience was killing him.
"Come on!" he finally snapped. "Get on with it! Unless you've lost interest in-"
Smack! The steel palm caught him in mid-sentence, landing lower this time, on the tenderest part of his seat. Starscream was cut off with a shrill yelp. "Ow! You did that on purpose!"
Ironhide chuckled. He rubbed the spot he'd just struck, easing the sting. Starscream shuddered - that wasn't something Megatron would do. Why would the Autobot choose now of all times to display kindness?
Abruptly, the soothing palm lifted and cracked down smartly against the same spot again. The pain this time was sharper, fiercer, the initial burn having not quite completely faded. Starscream clenched his fists and suppressed a cry as the first hint of tears prickled his optics. Now he understood - allowing him to mostly recover from one smack made the next hurt more. It wasn't kindness at all. This Autobot was positively devious.
"How long is this going to take?" he asked as Ironhide rubbed the spot soothingly once more. It felt much better than he would have wanted it to, and he squirmed in irritation.
"Figure I probably won't get another opportunity like this, so I think I'll savor it. Why, you in a hurry?" His hand moved away and Starscream braced himself, but again Ironhide seemed content to wait.
"This pace is maddening. I'm sure your teammates are thrilled that you're making them wait."
"Eh, they'll get their turn. Only seventeen more to go." WHACK! went his hand against the middle of Starscream's aft, startling him once again. The Seeker actually jumped this time, both feet leaving the floor for a split second, the chain on his ankles rattling loudly. "Sorry, I meant sixteen."
Starscream lost his temper and spat curses at him for almost a full minute. Ironhide absorbed them without getting angry - in fact, he seemed to find them amusing. Finally, however, he cut the tirade short with another blow to Starscream's aft, this one landing low enough and hard enough to really get his attention. The Decepticon broke off with a yell, hopping slightly in place. The fragger had caught him right on the seam that time. "Ooh! Aah! Slag you to the Pit, you carbon-sucking-"
"Ain't no call for that kinda language," said Ironhide. He wrapped an arm around Starscream's waist, gripping him tightly, and laid his hand against that warm aft. "If you're gonna sling curses at me, I'm gonna give you a reason. Guess that means picking up the pace a bit after all."
Without relinquishing his hold, he began to spank the Seeker soundly, this time with only a second's pause between smacks. The sudden barrage after such a slow beginning was quite a shock, and the heat in Starscream's backside built up rapidly to a blaze, not having a chance to cool off. Starscream gasped and started to struggle, but there was no escape; he couldn't even kick thanks to his chained ankles. By the third or fourth strike he was yelling near the top of his vocalizer, digging his fingers into the tabletop. It was far from the most intense pain he'd ever experienced, but the helplessness was complete torture.
Part of his mind worried that Ironhide wouldn't stop, that he'd just keep going until Starscream broke. After ten whacks, however, the Autobot halted his assault. He rested his hand gently on the now-burning skidplate and once more began to rub away the pain. It felt so good this time that Starscream didn't even bother to fight it. He lay limply against the table, trembling, fighting down sobs.
"That's it, catch your breath. I'll give you a minute." Ironhide's voice was kindly, not teasing or condescending as it had been earlier. To Starscream, it sounded strange. There was no anger, no desire to increase his suffering to unbearable levels. It was almost as if the Autobot didn't hate him.
Somehow the voice and the touch made his optics sting more fiercely. This was nothing like what he was used to. Megatron never showed kindness during a punishment. He might, depending on his mood, reassure Starscream afterward, but only after brutally and mercilessly breaking him. Even when he offered pleasure, it was mostly for purposes of further controlling the Seeker. He had no regret for hurting Starscream, and they both knew it. In fact, he enjoyed it.
Granted, Ironhide was obviously enjoying this, too, but he was keeping it to a bearable level and it actually seemed as if he didn't want to hurt the Seeker too much. He was under orders not to cause damage, but he could follow those orders and still inflict a lot more pain than this. It was perplexing. In his place, Starscream would be making him howl like a beaten turbofox. Was the Autobot bastard just trying to show him up?
"Your compassion is wasted on a Decepticon," he finally sneered. "I'll live. Just finish what you're doing so your friends can have their turn."
Ironhide sighed, and Starscream felt the vibration in his own chassis. "All right. Guess I've been greedy enough."
His hand lifted, slapped down firmly on the tender aft. Starscream winced and clenched his jaw. Another slap, and he squirmed, pressing his hips into the edge of the table. The third smack made him grunt, and the fourth caused his intakes to hiss sharply. He braced himself for the last one, certain it would be the worst.
SMACK! Ironhide's palm cracked down one last time, landing partly on his lower aft and partly on the tops of his thighs. Starscream yelped and kicked off against the floor, almost leaping onto the table. "GAH! So much for compassion!"
"Just leavin' you with somethin' to remember me by." Ironhide patted him on the back, but didn't touch the Seeker's aft. "That was fun. We oughtta do it again sometime." And just like that, he walked away. Starscream caught himself feeling disappointed, wishing the Autobot had soothed the sting of that last swat for him before he left. The thought made him feel disgusted. What the slag? I shouldn't be thinking that!
Grumbling, he wriggled his hips in a vain effort to ease the burn, which was taking its sweet time fading. Before he had a chance to relax, he heard Optimus call out, "All right, who's next?"
(TBC.)
(Disclaimer: See Chapter 1 for warnings.)
*****
Not long ago, Optimus Prime had been spanked hard over Megatron's knees in front of nearly the entire Decepticon forces, Starscream included. Now the Seeker found himself in a remarkably similar situation. He was bending over a table in the Ark's rec room, with a crowd of curious Autobots looking on as Ironhide secured his wrists to makeshift restraints. The cuffs had actually been welded into place, so there was no way Starscream could get loose short of ripping metal. In other words, he probably could, but not without really trying. He didn't foresee that happening… assuming he was right about Autobot mercy, anyway.
Core pulsing somewhat more rapidly than usual, he studied the faces turned his way. Their expressions ranged from perplexed to disturbed to eager to downright malicious. Optimus and Prowl had them all keeping a bit of distance, so he didn't feel menaced, but all the attention was intense. He met their optics, satisfied to see a few look away uncomfortably, but others didn't seem at all embarrassed. Those infernal Twins, for instance. Primus, he hoped they were gentler about this than they were about Jet Judo.
"There ya go," said Ironhide, straightening up. "Nice an' secure. You won't be tryin' to wiggle away on us." He made his way around the table to Prime, slapping Starscream's aft in passing. The Decepticon twitched and grumbled a little - it hadn't been enough to hurt, but it was definitely a promise of more to come. He'd be shocked if Ironhide didn't claim the first turn himself.
"Alright, Prime, he's ready to go! What say we get this started?"
"Hold on a minute, Ironhide." Optimus raised his voice to address the troops. "I'm sure some of you have guessed, but I should probably tell you why you're all gathered here. As you can see, we have a Decepticon as our guest. Megatron loaned him to us, with attached instructions. Jazz?"
The saboteur stepped forward, holding up the note, barely able to restrain his grin. Prime liked to have him deliver announcements and speeches when possible - not only did he love to talk, he had a nice loud, carrying voice that people tended to listen to. The Autobots hung on every word as he read Megatron's message aloud. Though Prowl had already filled him on, he still had a hard time believing what he was reading. By the time he finished, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.
To no one's surprise, it was Bluestreak who spoke up first. "Uh, does this have to do with that video Jazz brought back last month? Because if I remember right, Megatron said he'd do something like this, except none of us actually thought he'd do it. I guess we should've, now that I think about it, 'cause Megatron's pretty nuts, but still, does he really expect us to-"
"We get to spank Starscream? Hell yeah!" Sideswipe cut him off in midstream, high-fiving his brother.
"That's the long and short of it, yes." Prowl looked all too smug about the situation, and Prime was not at all convinced that he was supporting this plan out of logic alone. "Participation is not mandatory, of course. Anyone who wants a turn will get one."
Enthusiastic cheers went up. Prime raised his hands quickly to signal silence. "For those who wish to participate, there are a few rules I'd like to lay down. First, no excessive force. Hands only, for the most part - that may be negotiable, but there has to be a line somewhere. I won't have people beating the prisoner with crowbars and Primus-knows-what-else. Those of you with above-average physical strength, use some restraint. That means you, Ironhide." Several Autobots laughed.
"Ha, ha. You worry about these delinquents, Prime. I plan to behave."
"I'm sure everyone's relieved to hear that," said Ratchet.
"Second," continued Prime as if he hadn't been interrupted, "you'll each be limited to a certain number of, er, hits. Again, we're trying to avoid serious damage. What do you think, Ratchet - ten apiece?"
Ironhide snorted. "Hell with that. Twenty! It's the least he's earned."
Optimus frowned, glancing over at Starscream. "That might be a little much…"
The Seeker, who had been listening to the conversation rather disinterestedly, turned to glare at him. "Please, Prime. You think that's more than I can handle? You give them too much credit. Bring it on!"
Ratchet rolled his optics. Optimus sighed and turned back to his troops. "All right, twenty strikes apiece. No exceptions. Anyone who breaks the first rule loses the rest of his turn. Is that clear?" Heads nodded all around. There were one or two grumbles, but most of the Autobots looked quite satisfied with the arrangement. "All right. I think that will do for guidelines. Let's get started… Jazz?"
"Whoever volunteers to spank the Decepticon, raise your hand!" The saboteur's hand was already in the air. Several others shot up eagerly before he'd finished the sentence. Only a few of the assembled 'bots declined.
Jazz smirked at Starscream. "Well, aren't you popular? I'm almost jealous."
"If you want to trade places with him, Jazz, I'm sure we'll still find plenty of volunteers," said Prowl, who was tapping out the list of participants on a datapad. Laughter and whistles rose from the Autobots. Jazz winked at them.
"Some other time, folks. I'd hate to steal Screamer's moment in the spotlight."
Ironhide looked at the Seeker hungrily. "I'd like to go first, Prime, seein' as I brought 'im in. If the rest o' you don't mind."
Sideswipe groaned. "No fair! He'll ruin it for the rest of us. Starscream won't have an aft left!"
Ironhide looked at Optimus. Prime of all mechs knew how much care and control he could exercise in such matters. Ironhide had shown him, after the incident at the Decepticon base. He would show Starscream too, if he had the chance.
After a moment's consideration, Optimus nodded. "Very well, Ironhide, you have the first turn. But please, use restraint."
The old mech smiled in response and turned to Starscream, who was shifting uneasily on his feet. Red optics watched him warily. Ironhide chuckled. "Don't worry. I know you can't fight back, so I'll go easy on ya." He patted the Seeker lightly on the back, Starscream's wings twitching in response. "Gotta admit, 'Con or no, you're not bad to look at." His gaze roamed over the sleek figure, coming to rest on that trim, tight aft, painted eye-catchingly red. An inviting target. "Specially that skidplate. Have to be careful not to damage that beauty."
"Speaking of which… hang on a minute, Ironhide." Ratchet stepped in between them, squeezing something out of a tube onto his hand. "This is a protective clearcoat. It'll help prevent too much wear to his plating." Briskly, professionally, he rubbed the transparent substance onto Starscream's backside, careful to cover his upper thighs as well as his aft. Starscream held still, not wanting to interrupt the process. The clearcoat dried and hardened within seconds of application, forming an invisible barrier. "That should do it. Probably have to reapply it a few times, but it'll reduce the risk of damage. He should still be able to feel plenty through it, though." He tapped the glossy aft sharply with his palm and Starscream jumped, startled. Ratchet grinned. "Yep. He's all yours, Ironhide."
Starscream began trembling slightly as the medic stepped back. He wasn't sure if it was mostly fear, or excitement. His Spark flickered erratically, sending little surges and jolts through his systems. All the sensors in his aft were tingling; he swore he could feel molecules of air moving against the plating. Above the rapid cycling of his own vents he could hear Ironhide's, just as rapid, harsh with excitement. Yet the Autobot's manner was calm as he positioned himself next to Starscream, laying his hand gently against the scarlet skidplate.
"Ready?"
The Seeker set his jaw. "Do your worst," he said, hoping no one noticed his voice wavering.
"Nah, not my worst. But I'll give you somethin' to remember."
The hand rubbed lightly up and down a few times, almost soothing. Then it moved away, leaving a ghost of a touch…
…and returned with a vengeance.
Crack! Heat exploded beneath Ironhide's palm as it met his skidplate. Starscream gasped, hips jerking involuntarily away from the sting. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd feared from this particular Autobot, but it was still a hard slap, enough to leave his sensors tingling. He expected another smack to immediately follow, and shifted from foot to foot in tense anticipation. The burn slowly faded as he waited for the next strike… and waited… and waited. Soon it had receded to an almost pleasant warmth, and Starscream's impatience was killing him.
"Come on!" he finally snapped. "Get on with it! Unless you've lost interest in-"
Smack! The steel palm caught him in mid-sentence, landing lower this time, on the tenderest part of his seat. Starscream was cut off with a shrill yelp. "Ow! You did that on purpose!"
Ironhide chuckled. He rubbed the spot he'd just struck, easing the sting. Starscream shuddered - that wasn't something Megatron would do. Why would the Autobot choose now of all times to display kindness?
Abruptly, the soothing palm lifted and cracked down smartly against the same spot again. The pain this time was sharper, fiercer, the initial burn having not quite completely faded. Starscream clenched his fists and suppressed a cry as the first hint of tears prickled his optics. Now he understood - allowing him to mostly recover from one smack made the next hurt more. It wasn't kindness at all. This Autobot was positively devious.
"How long is this going to take?" he asked as Ironhide rubbed the spot soothingly once more. It felt much better than he would have wanted it to, and he squirmed in irritation.
"Figure I probably won't get another opportunity like this, so I think I'll savor it. Why, you in a hurry?" His hand moved away and Starscream braced himself, but again Ironhide seemed content to wait.
"This pace is maddening. I'm sure your teammates are thrilled that you're making them wait."
"Eh, they'll get their turn. Only seventeen more to go." WHACK! went his hand against the middle of Starscream's aft, startling him once again. The Seeker actually jumped this time, both feet leaving the floor for a split second, the chain on his ankles rattling loudly. "Sorry, I meant sixteen."
Starscream lost his temper and spat curses at him for almost a full minute. Ironhide absorbed them without getting angry - in fact, he seemed to find them amusing. Finally, however, he cut the tirade short with another blow to Starscream's aft, this one landing low enough and hard enough to really get his attention. The Decepticon broke off with a yell, hopping slightly in place. The fragger had caught him right on the seam that time. "Ooh! Aah! Slag you to the Pit, you carbon-sucking-"
"Ain't no call for that kinda language," said Ironhide. He wrapped an arm around Starscream's waist, gripping him tightly, and laid his hand against that warm aft. "If you're gonna sling curses at me, I'm gonna give you a reason. Guess that means picking up the pace a bit after all."
Without relinquishing his hold, he began to spank the Seeker soundly, this time with only a second's pause between smacks. The sudden barrage after such a slow beginning was quite a shock, and the heat in Starscream's backside built up rapidly to a blaze, not having a chance to cool off. Starscream gasped and started to struggle, but there was no escape; he couldn't even kick thanks to his chained ankles. By the third or fourth strike he was yelling near the top of his vocalizer, digging his fingers into the tabletop. It was far from the most intense pain he'd ever experienced, but the helplessness was complete torture.
Part of his mind worried that Ironhide wouldn't stop, that he'd just keep going until Starscream broke. After ten whacks, however, the Autobot halted his assault. He rested his hand gently on the now-burning skidplate and once more began to rub away the pain. It felt so good this time that Starscream didn't even bother to fight it. He lay limply against the table, trembling, fighting down sobs.
"That's it, catch your breath. I'll give you a minute." Ironhide's voice was kindly, not teasing or condescending as it had been earlier. To Starscream, it sounded strange. There was no anger, no desire to increase his suffering to unbearable levels. It was almost as if the Autobot didn't hate him.
Somehow the voice and the touch made his optics sting more fiercely. This was nothing like what he was used to. Megatron never showed kindness during a punishment. He might, depending on his mood, reassure Starscream afterward, but only after brutally and mercilessly breaking him. Even when he offered pleasure, it was mostly for purposes of further controlling the Seeker. He had no regret for hurting Starscream, and they both knew it. In fact, he enjoyed it.
Granted, Ironhide was obviously enjoying this, too, but he was keeping it to a bearable level and it actually seemed as if he didn't want to hurt the Seeker too much. He was under orders not to cause damage, but he could follow those orders and still inflict a lot more pain than this. It was perplexing. In his place, Starscream would be making him howl like a beaten turbofox. Was the Autobot bastard just trying to show him up?
"Your compassion is wasted on a Decepticon," he finally sneered. "I'll live. Just finish what you're doing so your friends can have their turn."
Ironhide sighed, and Starscream felt the vibration in his own chassis. "All right. Guess I've been greedy enough."
His hand lifted, slapped down firmly on the tender aft. Starscream winced and clenched his jaw. Another slap, and he squirmed, pressing his hips into the edge of the table. The third smack made him grunt, and the fourth caused his intakes to hiss sharply. He braced himself for the last one, certain it would be the worst.
SMACK! Ironhide's palm cracked down one last time, landing partly on his lower aft and partly on the tops of his thighs. Starscream yelped and kicked off against the floor, almost leaping onto the table. "GAH! So much for compassion!"
"Just leavin' you with somethin' to remember me by." Ironhide patted him on the back, but didn't touch the Seeker's aft. "That was fun. We oughtta do it again sometime." And just like that, he walked away. Starscream caught himself feeling disappointed, wishing the Autobot had soothed the sting of that last swat for him before he left. The thought made him feel disgusted. What the slag? I shouldn't be thinking that!
Grumbling, he wriggled his hips in a vain effort to ease the burn, which was taking its sweet time fading. Before he had a chance to relax, he heard Optimus call out, "All right, who's next?"
(TBC.)