It's okay Spike (colored)

A gift to MissCHSparkles, a fanfiction writer who literally has saved me from several very long and boring night shifts. It's a post spanking picture for poor Spike (who's I can not draw for slag) and the lovely Mama Elita One (who I am very proud of because this it the first time I've ever drawn her)in her fanfiction "Back Talk". The scene is from chapter 5 and goes....

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"I don't want him to get into trouble," Spike said in a small voice but Ironhide said.

"You're not getting him into trouble Spike. Ratchet needs to know that he can't just spank you if all you're doing is annoying him a little. He especially shouldn't have spanked yah so harshly."

"It hurts a lot," Spike choked out. "He just sent me away after."

"Do you need a hug," Elita asked gently and Spike nodded.

He felt gentle fingers wrap around him and he was carefully lifted and placed against the pink Femme's shoulder. As Spike clung to her, he felt Ironhide's rough fingers lightly rub his back. He pressed his cheek against the armour, the pain in his chest decreasing slightly. His body was still shaking and he was still crying but he was trying to control it now.

"You can just let it out," came Optimus's deep, soothing tone. "You'll get treatment; we'll look after you Spike."

"Thanks Optimus," Spike said thickly, wishing he wasn't crying but unable to stop.

"You're welcome Spike," Optimus said kindly. "You're a good boy and I'm proud of how far you've come since we first met."

This statement really made Spike cry he so wanted the Autobots to be proud of him, especially Optimus Prime. His back was rubbed some more and he allowed his body to go limper, it hurt less that way. He heard a chair scrape and a heavy body stood up.

"Look after him," Optimus said to Elita and Ironhide. "I'm going to have a little word with Ratchet."

"Optimus...," Spike began but Elita shushed.

"That's enough, you just rest," she told him gently. "Optimus will take care of everything, don't you worry."

He wanted to protest but he just couldn't summon the energy. So instead he just snuggled against the kind Femme, soaking up the comfort he was being offered. Although a small part of him wondered how Optimus's 'little word' with Ratchet was going to go.

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If you haven't read it and are into discipline fics, I would recommend it. Her writing wonderful and and she has a wonderful sense of humor.

It took me a while to color this because my internet went down today so finding a good ref picture for Elita was hard as I had to use my iphone for it.