The Cost of Sweet Revenge

by Pepper





Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Walter Skinner, Jr. (Walt), Walter and Rachel Skinner

This story takes place in the Danville Universe before Take 2:2, where Fox has been returned to FBI status except for the fact that his body hasn't caught up with his memories. In this last stage it will take him a couple of years for him to reach his original age. In this story Walt has decided that his son, Fox, move in with him. Fox has reluctantly agreed.

The story begins with Fox over Walt's knees. His pants and boxers are down at his ankles and his bottom is smoking with every lick.

"Yeowwwwch," cried Fox as the tempo of the licks got faster. SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...OWW...OW... OWCH...SMACK...SMACK.... SMACK.... OW...OWWW...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...and the spanking continued. Fox unsuccessfully struggled to get off his Dad's knees. The assault on Fox's backside continued and didn't stop until his backside was literally smoking and he was sobbing. Fox was pulled up and led to "his" corner and left there with the following instructions: "Fox, you'll stay here and think about what you did to put yourself in this corner with a red and sore bottom. Just kick those pants and boxers off, you won't be needing them for the remainder of the evening."

While Fox was sobbing in the corner with his bright red bottom on display, Walter remembered clearly what led to Fox getting himself in such a painful predicament. It was Friday afternoon and both agents, Scully and Mulder, were sent out by him to locate and interview a suspect. When he left himself he came upon Agent Scully, alone, in the Bureau's underground parking lot. She was staring angrily at the back of a retreating car.

"Agent Scully, where is my s... where is Agent Mulder?"

She gestured towards leaving the car. "I thought I sent both of you out?" asked a confused Skinner.

"I thought so, too, sir, but Fox asked me to return to our office for some notes he said he forgot and as I was about to leave the parking lot he took off."

"Never mind, Agent, I'll take care of Fox when he returns." Skinner continued, And Agent Scully, don't tell him of this conversation. I want to catch him unaware."

And he had, Fox hadn't returned to the office. He came home to the apartment he shared with his Dad, Walter Skinner. Fox had walked into the trap that Walt had set up for his son.

Fox walked in carrying his briefcase, his laptop computer and whistling a happy tune. Walt had come out of the kitchen and greeted him warmly, "Why don't you change into something more comfortable," and to put him at ease, he added, "You can make the salad. We're having steaks and baked potatoes."

"I'll think I'll take a relaxing shower first, if that's okay?"

"That will be fine. I'll hold off grilling the steaks, the potatoes are nearly done and I'll keep them warm. Take your time, we have all night." He waited until Fox had turned towards his room before adding in a low voice, "we have plenty of time for heating your bottom before I grill the steaks."

Fox came out after a long and relaxing shower dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He found his father waiting for him in the living room sitting in his favorite brown leather recliner. When Walt noticed Fox's entrance, he got up and went to an armless wooden chair and sat down. He motioned for Fox to come over. Curiously Fox moved towards Walt and the chair. When he got within reach he suddenly found himself over his father's knees. "What did I do wrong?" Fox cried out as he felt his pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles.

"What did you do wrong?"

SMACK...SMACK...OWWW...OW...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK..."Try ditching your partner today for starters." SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...OWWWWCH. "I can...ouch.... explain" SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK... OWWW...OWWWCH...SMACK...SMACK. "I'm waiting" SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...OWW...OW. "I didn't...SMACK...SMACK...OWW. "want to put"...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK. "Scully in danger." OWWWCH...OWW...OWWW. "Please stop" SMACK...SMACK...SMACK. "So instead you put yourself...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK....SMACK "In danger!!" SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK "And without backup!!" OWWW...OWW...OWWWCH...SMACK...SMACK... and the tempo picked up and Walter was peppering Fox's bottom but well.

Walt thoughts were interrupted by a loud sniffle coming from the corner. As he looked Fox was attempting to rub some of the sting from his much-abused backside. Walt got up and went into the kitchen to put the steaks in the oven to broil. He picked up a wooden spatula and returned to Fox in his corner and without breaking stride he placed Fox under his arm and reheated Fox's bottom. CRACK...CRACK...CRACK...Fox screamed at the assault to his sore and burning backside...CRACK...CRACK...CRACK. "No rubbing," was all Walt said when he returned Fox to his corner. His bottom was a beacon of pain especially the sit spot that just throbbed in pain.

Walt returned to the kitchen to finish supper. Since Fox was in no condition to make the salad he did that to. When he finally finished he called to Fox, "Son, go and wash your face and hands. Then stop by your room and get a soft pillow and come in and eat."

Fox came back in with a pillow. He shuffled to his place and after putting his pillow in the chair he gingerly sat down. He winced and nearly cried out as his sore and scarlet bottom made contact with the chair.

"Fox, you will eat everything in front of you or you will find yourself over my knees for another 'discussion.' Am I making myself clear, young man?" "Yes, sir!" was the tense reply. Fox gave Walt a glare but he picked up his fork and ate every bite, sniffling as he ate.

When supper was finally over Fox carried his dishes to the sink and turned to go and ran into his Dad. "Get back to that sink and wash your dishes," and propelled him with a hard smack on his sore bottom. "Owwwch," Fox cried as he turned to wash his dishes. He even dried them and put them up to be on the safe side. "Fox, I want you in your corner with your hands on your head until I join you in the living room. Now go!"

While Fox was occupied in his corner, Walt washed and dried his dishes and policed the area. He was pleasantly surprised to not only find Fox in his corner but with his hands on his head. "Maybe I'm finally getting through to the boy," he thought as he came into the room.

"Fox since you have finally obeyed me, you can get dressed, but only for bed. When you have done that wait for me in your room. After I put you to bed I am going to have to leave you. I have a date to watch a basketball game with some old buddies of mine. I was going to ask you to come but you decided on disobedience instead."

When Fox heard what he was going to miss, he pouted and cried out, "No, that's not fair. If I had known I would have been good. That's mean."

"Fox I'm allowing you clothes to sleep in tonight don't make me do something you will regret."

Fox left and got ready for bed. When Walt entered the room he found him still pouting lying on top of his bed. When Fox realized that Walt was in the room, he tried another tactic. "Dad, I know that my ditching Scully led to you putting me on this punishment tour and I was wrong for doing it. I promise I will do an additional two weeks of the punishment tour if you will take me with you tonight."

Walter just looked at him, "Sorry Fox, when you disobeyed me this morning and ditched Agent Scully I gave your ticket away. Even if I wanted to change my mind because of your plea I don't have a ticket to give you. This game has been sold out for some time. Maybe next time you'll think twice before disobeying me again...you don't always know what repercussions may be down the road. Now roll over for your bedtime spanking."

He sat down waiting for Fox to obey. Fox just looked at him and said that word that gets him in so much trouble. "NO!"

"NO, is that what you said? Fox, if I have to get you physically you will regret it. Now roll over...NOW!!!!"

"NO! If you won't take me to the game I'm not going to make anything easy for you. Anyhow you spanked me earlier tonight. That's going to have to do."

"FOX!!" roared Walt as he reached for him. Fox was ready and off the bed and running for the front door. He made it to the door but by the time he tried to get the lock open Walter had him. He pulled a struggling Fox to his study, stopping at his desk only long enough to remove the paddle from the middle drawer and before Fox could stop him he found himself under Walt arm with his boxers at his ankles. Walt gave him an undercut lick that caught him low on his bottom that lifted him a bit when it struck.

CRACK...CRACK...OWWWWCH...CRACK...OWW...CRACK. The licks and cries continued until Fox was howling and trying to dance out of the way of the next lick. Fox's backside was smoking, especially the sit spot and lower where the majority of the licks fell. When Walt finally released Fox he was sobbing so hard that he couldn't talk.

Walt removed Fox's boxers and walked him back to his room. He pulled back the sheets and Fox slipped in between them lying on his stomach. Before leaving Walt told him in a quiet voice, "Fox, I expect you to stay in that bed for the remainder of the night getting up only to use the bathroom. No TV or Internet. Your little action here has added an extra week to your punishment tour. Now, I should be back by midnight or 1:00 a.m. at the latest. If I'm going to be longer I'll call. Now go to sleep."

Fox was still sobbing when his Dad left the apartment. Fox stayed in bed for 30 minutes just to be on the safe side, he didn't trust his Dad not to be waiting to catch him disobeying another order. He used the time wisely. He steamed just thinking of missing that basketball game and his Dad's rubbing his nose in it. He was going to get him back no matter how long it took. When the thirty minutes were up he gingerly and carefully got up and hobbled first to the bathroom ready to use that as an excuse just in case his Dad came back for whatever reason he might use. Nothing so he continued on to the kitchen, he could really use a beer. He was only going to take one his Dad had so many in the refrigerator he would never miss one. He got his beer and some chips and went out to watch some TV; maybe he could find some sort of game on. He turned on the set and flopped down without thinking. As soon as his sore and over sensitive bottom made contact with the couch he jumped back up with a cry, "Yeowwwch," and sat down more carefully, turning on his side. He looked at the set and realized it wasn't on. He looked carefully at the screen and discovered a note taped to it. He struggled to get to his feet and reached for the note. It read, "Fox, if you are reading this, you are in big trouble...the television will not work, I had a lock put on it and only I have the key...go to bed before you get in more trouble...Dad."

That made him furious, how dare his Dad treat him like a little boy who couldn't be trusted to watch the right program. He would show him, since he couldn't watch the game he would get on the Internet and listen to the game on one of the sport's programs. He staggered into the room housing his Dad's Gateway and sat down, after first putting a pillow in the chair. On the screen was taped another note, it said, "Fox, you are getting in deeper and deeper...go to bed. This computer has been locked down, too. When I said 'No Internet' I mean it...Dad."

Fox was getting mad, he got up and on the way to his room decided to stop by the liquor cabinet and get something a little stronger. He was after all an adult. He picked up a bottle of whiskey and took a sip. It was too strong; it burned all the way down and he started to cough. He then went back to the refrigerator and got a bottle of Coca-Cola and a glass with some ice and returned to the liquor cabinet and proceeded to mix the two liquids and then taking another sip he found it to his liking. He then took his drink and the two bottles to his room. Sitting down only after he placed his pillow in the chair, at his own Dell Computer to find the final note. "Fox, you have earned yourself a spanking in the morning...it is really going to feel good on your already sore bottom; just remember you have only yourself to blame. Now go to bed while you are able...Dad."

"That's the final straw," Fox thought as he got up and went to his brief case and got out his Dell Laptop out and plugged it in to the nearest outlet. He was more than ready to get back at his Dad. He would send him an email that would hopefully embarrass him to no end. It would have to be something personal, and the only thing he could come up with was his baldness. Now how could he word it so his Dad would get the full benefit of the joke? But first he needed to get another drink. He would need the drinks to think better."

When Fox returned he had thought of a way to get back at his Dad. He could do a before and then with, a little artwork, the after of an advertisement for Rogaine. He had a picture of his father on a disk at a family picnic that would do nicely and then all he would need to do is give him fake hair and a jingle and voila his Dad would be advertising the drug to grow hair. Fox worked hard at giving his Dad hair on the second picture, getting up two more times to fix himself another mixed drink. These times the drinks were stronger than the earlier ones, and before finally finishing he was quite drunk. He admired his artwork, his Dad now looked like an early Beatle and so out of character. Anyone looking at this touch up would have no trouble recognizing that it was Walter and he looked so ridiculous he would draw a big laugh. All he needed now was the jingle.

By this time his brain was not working very well and it showed in the rhyme he finally came up with. "Roses are red, Violets are blue, you too can be saved from a life with no hair, if you take Rogaine like I did, as a dare." He carefully positioned the rhyme so it ran the whole distance under both pictures. He was very pleased with himself. He set up the whole message as an e-mail attachment. He was going to send it to his Dad at his Bureau e- mail address. He addressed it to A.D. Skinner@F.B.I.com and for a subject he typed Watchdog. He remembered when his Dad would get correspondence from Scully's brother Bill for anything Fox did that didn't stay within Bureaus guidelines and his Dad would physically punish him. He knew that when his Dad saw that subject line he would immediately open the attachment. In his tired and sloshed condition he didn't realized that he had also sent it to everybody at the Bureau. There was going to be a lot of laughing Monday and it all was going to be at his Dad's expense, which was not his intention.

By the time he had finished, sent off the message, turned off the computer and put it back in his briefcase, the alcohol in his system was making him so sleepy he barely made it back to bed before passing out. He didn't even realize it when the half-full glass in his hand fell to the floor and spilt.



When Walt finally returned the first thing he noticed was the light coming from Fox's room. The sight that met his eyes was a wonder to behold. His son was passed out on his bed, the room smelled like alcohol and he found a nearly empty bottle of whiskey and an empty bottle of coke by Fox's computer. He put a drunk Fox back under the covers and turned off the lights. He would be punished in the morning and for the rest of the day and night. He would rue the day he so blindly disobeyed his Dad. For now Walt would let him sleep.



At 6:00 Saturday morning Walt came into Fox's room and hustled the younger man from his bed. He maneuvered Fox into the bathroom where he had the shower going. He waited until the water temperature had gotten as cold as possible before bringing Fox in. Fox was like a zombie barely awake. Walt quickly stripped him and pushed him into the cold shower. The effect was immediate. Fox was fighting to get out of that cold shower. Walt muscled him under the cold water turning him forcefully to stand first facing the showerhead then away from it. Walt didn't let him out until he was shivering and his teeth were chattering. "Dad, I'm freezing...what did you do that for?"

Walt didn't answer him right away, he pulled a shivering and wet Fox over his towel covered thighs and began to spank him on his still sore and very wet bottom. "YEOWWWCH," Fox cried as he tried to get off his Dad's thighs and protect his bottom from the onslaught of Walt's hand as he spanked his son to the best of his ability. Fox's bottom was still pink from last night's paddling and very sore to boot. This spanking was re-heating the fire and Fox was howling his distress to no appeal. Walt didn't stop until he had repainted Fox's bottom a nice shade of scarlet.

"Are you still cold, Fox?" he asked quietly.

Fox shook his head, "NO" he was still sobbing unable to speak. "Fox, the reason you got spanked is for your disobedience last night. You got up, tried to watch TV, and get on the Internet. You drank hard liquor. You got drunk and now you are going to experience the same hangover remedy treatment that Mom and Dad used on me when I got drunk while I was still a teenager and living under their roof. When we are finished you will remember this and never get drunk again."

Walt threw a towel at him, "Dry off and get dressed and then come to the kitchen while I tell you the rest of it." Walt had left him a t-shirt and his sweat shorts and nothing else.

A still crying Fox came into the kitchen 5 minutes later wincing at every step. Walt handed him a glass with something red in it. "Drink or suffer another spanking right away." The threat worked and Fox drank the whole glass swiftly. "Ugh, that was awful...what was in it?" "That my boy was the first hangover remedy you're going to drink today and it won't be the last. You want to know the ingredients?" Not waiting for an answer Skinner continued, "Here they are: olive oil, tomato ketchup, one egg yolk, salt and pepper, Tabasco, Worcestershire sauce and vinegar." When Fox heard that he almost turned green and rushed to the bathroom to throw up but surprisingly he didn't. He soon returned. "Fox there you are, now listen carefully I want to explain the rest of today's punishment to you. You have had your initial spanking and drunk the first hangover remedy. Sometime during the day you will be spanked three more times. Most likely the other times will be before lunch, before supper and before you go to bed tonight. You will also suffer a hangover remedy on at least two more occasions.

"Whether I use my hand on your bottom or the paddle relies entirely on you Fox. If your attitude is bad, it will be the paddle. If your attitude is good, I'll only use my hand."

Turning to Fox, Walt added, "Do you understand me, Fox?"

"Yes, sir, but please don't spank me anymore. My bottom hurts so badly, if you give me three more spankings like I had this morning I won't be able to sit comfortably for some time. "You should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me last night. You will know better next time."

"NO, Damn you, I hate you," Fox said as he jumped up and ran for his room. He didn't get very far. And Walt dragged him back to the kitchen and put him under his arm and pulled his shorts down began to pepper his bottom with the first thing he picked up from the counter. He picked up a wooden spatula and let Fox have 6 licks; three licks on each cheek on the exactly same spot. Which unfortunately was Fox's sit spot. "Fox that was for your cussing and overall attitude. I will not have my son cussing at me."

Walt pulled up his shorts and pulled the sobbing Fox behind him to his study. He placed him over his desk and told him not to move a muscle. Fox leaned over the desk sobbing. Walt removed a black magic marker and stood behind Fox and very carefully outlined each of Fox's buttocks. He then pulled the shorts down and made Fox step out of them. "Go to your corner in this study and stay there until I call you." Walt left taking the shorts. He returned about 15 minutes later carrying three of Fox's sweat shorts and pants. He threw one pair at Fox and told him to get dressed and to come to him. It wasn't until Fox had put the shorts back on that he realized there was a cool draft coming from the seat area and realized that his Dad had cut the seat out of his shorts. When he saw the two other pair of sweats he realized that he must have done them the same way.

At Fox's look, Walt explained, "This is what you will be wearing today. I will be able to punish you instantly without waiting for you to disrobe, I want you to feel the spanking immediately. This way if anyone comes you won't be greeting them buck-naked. The only part they will be able to see is your bottom which I plan on keeping a nice shade of red." At Fox's horrified look, his Dad teased him with, "Maybe we should invite Dana over for supper."

"No, Dad, please. Scully can't see me looking like this."

"Don't worry Fox, I was just kidding. Remember you are still on a Punishment Tour, which means NO COMPANY!"

Fox gave a sigh of relief, which was short lived, as his Dad continued, "Fox, you will be sporting a very red bottom until you finally go to bed. I will be leaving you through out the day. There is grocery shopping to be done. Since today is Saturday, we won't be going to work

"Also, Fox you are restricted to this apartment. If I even hear that you were outside without my permission you will get such a paddling that you will remember it for a long, long time. Am I making myself clear?" Again Fox nodded.

"Okay, it is now 8 a.m. and I'm going to the grocery store before it gets busy. You will stay here and think on why you are always getting in trouble. Trouble I may add that nearly always gets you a sore bottom."

"Fox as further punishment, for the rest of the day you will be writing lines for me. They will state: ' I will never drink while on Punishment Tour and will never get drunk again.' I want 1000 lines by the end of the day, so get busy."

It was about 30 minutes later that the doorbell rung. Fox hastily wiped his eyes and went to answer the door. It was his Gran, Walter Skinner, Sr., "Gran.... won't you come in," he said awkwardly and stood back while the elder Skinner came in. "Let me get that for you," Fox said as he reached for his Gran's luggage.

Walter took one look at Fox's face and knew he was in trouble again. He followed Fox into the room. "Just drop the bags here, son and tell me what is wrong."

"I, uh.... I'm on a punishment tour...again."

"What did you do this time?"

"Nothing much...I...uh...ditched Scully. I was trying to protect her. Dad got unreasonable and spanked me and put me on a week's punishment tour. Then he took my ticket to a basketball game, the Knicks against the Lakers, and gave it away to one of his buddies. Those same buddies that he went to the game with, I may add. He rubbed my nose in the fact that I had to stay home and go to bed while he and his buddies went to the game without me."

"What else?"

"He told me no TV and no Internet; just go to bed."

"Did you?"

"He was being unreasonable and unfair and I didn't see that I had to obey him."

"So I take it that you disobeyed him."

"Yes"

"You watched TV and played on the computer?"

"I tried to only he put a damn lock on the set and when I tried to get on the computers on Internet, I found he put a damn lock on them, too." Fox got a sneaky look on his face and continued, "But I fooled him and got...never mind" (a glimpse of memory was coming back to Fox), and he stopped the statement in mid sentence.

"You what??"

"I...uh...uh...I just decided to get back at him and drink some beer...to hell with his orders."

"You were about to tell me how you fooled your Dad...well. I'm waiting."

"It's nothing Gran, just a slip of the tongue. I meant to say, 'I got back at him for his stupid rules by drinking some of his hard liquor and beer instead."

"Fox, you are lying and when I find out how I am going to apply the 'TREATMENT' to you. I have tried to impress on you, with spanking, paddling and strapping, that lying is wrong. Now you have forced me to use the TREATMENT."

"What is the Treatment, Gran?"

"It consists of me heating your bottom to the tune of 30 licks and then you will drink the Truth Serum, which consists of castor oil, milk and cayenne pepper. Now for every lie I catch you in you will experience the Treatment. So if I catch you in 2 lies, for example, that would mean two days of the Treatment."

Since Fox was looking so sick at his retelling of the Treatment, Walter decided to ask, "Fox, please tell me the truth; I really don't want to punish you in this way but I will."

Fox thought it over and decided to come clean. "Gran, I'll tell you what I did last night and what I meant by 'fooled'. O.K.?"

"Tell me what happened, Fox."

"I got mad about Dad spanking me, giving my ticket away, and then putting all of those damn locks on my sources of entertainment. After checking the Dell Computer in my room and finding the lock it suddenly occurred to me that I could fool Dad by using my Laptop. He didn't know that I had brought it home with me, so I got on the Internet with my Laptop."

"I see and what did you do while on the Internet?"

"That part is still a little fuzzy. I remember sitting at my keyboard and typing and giggling. I seem to remember Dad with a Beatle haircut and nothing more. I swear, that is all I remember at this time."

"Thank you for finally telling me the truth. You only told me one lie so you will experience the Treatment only once. But I will wait until after you recover from today to enforce the Treatment on you. Wednesday seems like a good day for it."

"Now to get back to your disobeying your father's and my rules last night when you drank and got on the Internet. Even though your father didn't put a lock on that laptop of yours, you disobeyed us when you got on the Internet."

"Yours...they were yours first?"

"Yes they were and still are my rules. I started the rule about no alcohol while serving a punishment tour, so you not only broke your Dad's rules but mine as well. Did your Dad punish you for drinking and disobeying the other rules he laid out for you last night?"

"Yes, he spanked me after putting me a ice cold shower until I was shivering and my teeth were chattering. He then warmed me up by spanking my wet backside. That hurt so much worse than a dry one. Then he made me on threat of another spanking to drink this awful hangover remedy. It had a raw egg in it. It was terrible. He told me that throughout the day and up until bedtime I would subjected to 3 more spankings like the one he gave me this morning."

"You will also get another spanking before lunch."

"Why, what did I do?"

"You used swear words in front of me and bad mouthed your father and I will not have it. Drop those shorts and boxers and get over my knees."

"No, Gran. I didn't mean to, I wasn't thinking. Not another spanking, please."

"Sorry Fox, you have to learn to watch what you're saying and who you're speaking to at the time. Now come here and lower your shorts and boxers."

Fox reluctantly went to his grandfather, resigned to his spanking and said, "there is no need to lower my shorts and boxers, my dad has seen to that." He laid himself over his Gran's knees and reached back to pull his shirt tail up and showed his Gran what his Dad had done to the back of his sweat shorts.

His Gran took one look and his oldest handiwork and burst into laughter. "Walt did that?"

"YES!" Fox. He came to regret that remark as soon as his Gran's hand came down with a mighty smack on his sore bottom. "Yeowwwch."

"Boy, snapping at me like that is going to cost you an additional 5 licks to your spanking." He began in earnest to reheat his grandson's pink backside to a bright red and still the licks rained down on Fox's backside."

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...OWWW...OUCH...SMACK...SMACK...OW...SMACK. And the licks continued to pepper down on his sore bottom reheating it but good.

Walt entered the apartment to the sounds of Fox getting a spanking. What he didn't know was who was giving it to him. By the sounds of it he was an experience spanker. He walked in to discover his dad hard at work. He waited until his dad was finished before greeting him.

"Hi, Dad, what are you doing here?"

Walter gently pushed Fox off his knees, and said, "Fox, go to your corner and take that shirt off. I want to be able to view your glowing globes while I visit with Walt."

"Yes, sir," sobbed a repentant Fox.

Walter turned and said, "Son, I thought I would visit with you and Fox while your mother was visiting her sister. This young scallywag snapped and cussed in my presence to earn himself an additional spanking. You can see for yourself how I handled the situation." They both turned to watch Fox crying in his corner wearing only the cutout shorts with glowing red bottom showing through."

"By the way, I like what you did to his sweat shorts."

"Fox was scared someone that knew him might come by and see him bottomless. This way he can be punished and only show his abused backside and nothing else. When he is wearing a long shirttail his bare bottom is hidden until the next time it warrants a spanking.

"Dad, let me get the rest of the groceries in and then we can talk more." Walt left but was only gone for a few minutes before he returned with the rest of the groceries.

Soon Walter was talking with Walt while Fox was still doing corner time. "Walt, Fox is guilty of doing something else last night."

"Why do you say that, Dad?"

"Earlier Fox was telling me why he was on a punishment tour and he let something slip. Let me see I think his exact words were, 'but I fooled him and got' then he stopped mid sentence and wouldn't say anything more. I got him to tell me the truth by threatening him with the TREATMENT. He also earned one application of it."

"What did he do?"

"He got on the Internet using his Laptop, which he brought home with him. Since you didn't know about it you couldn't lock it. He did something on the Internet but doesn't remember exactly what. All he does remember is a picture of you sporting a 'Beatle haircut'."

"Sporting a Beatle haircut," mused Walt as he looked at Fox. I wonder what that little scamp has done now?"

"I don't know son, but to change the subject to a safer topic. I brought some fresh vegetables from my garden including your favorites: yellow squash, zucchini, new potatoes, carrots and eggplant. I figured that since Fox is living with you again this would be our chance to get some well balanced meals down his throat."

"That's great Dad, I think I'll make that squash casserole that Mom makes that I liked so much. While I'm fixing the casserole do you mind giving Fox his next hangover remedy?"

"What remedy are we going to give him now?"

"The one with honey. I figured that since Fox doesn't like honey that it would be the best one to give him."

"In that case I'm going to need your help in giving it to him."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to stand by to give him a paddling if he won't swallow the honey. I intend to make him lean against the counter with his hands on the counter. You will stand behind him ready to strike if he won't swallow the honey."

"Okay, let me call him." Walt turned to Fox, "Fox will you please come into the kitchen it's time for your next application of Hangover Remedy." After several minutes passed without an appearance by Fox. Walter tried his hand at getting Fox into the kitchen. "Fox if you aren't in the kitchen in the next five minutes you will be getting such a paddling that you won't be sitting down for days." Amazingly Fox appeared a minute later, "sorry", was all he said.

"Fox please take off your shirt and lean forward against the counter. Fox gave his Gran a strange look but did as he was told. Once he was in position his grandfather approached him with a tablespoon full of honey. "Open wide," and when he didn't his Dad smacked him with a wooden spoon against his sore bottom.

As soon as Fox opened his mouth to yell out in pain his grandfather emptied the spoon of honey into his mouth. Fox got the rest of his honey in the same way. His Dad used different methods to get him to open his mouth and take the tablespoons of honey. He was pinched twice and an ice cube was placed against his hot bottom and the small of his back. After the last spoon of honey was swallowed Fox was handed a large glass of orange juice, which he accepted gratefully. "At least that is over," Fox said with a smile.

"I wouldn't go that far the cure calls for you to take 1 tablespoon of honey a minute for five minutes and then you repeat the whole thing 30 minutes later."

"Fox while you wait for the 30 minutes to pass, I want you to help me with the casserole. Here is some celery I want you to chop as fine as you can. Dad is chopping the onions. When you are finished with the celery I have some carrots for you to peel."

"Carrots, I hate carrots, and now you want me to peel them," argued Fox. "That's right, we are having carrots with our chicken and you are going to help."

Once Fox accepted the duties handed to him the time went swiftly and Fox was having a good time with his Dad and Gran. The comradeship was paying off.

"Fox," his Gran called and when he turned around to reply a tablespoon of honey was shoved in. He had no recourse but to swallow. He had such a look of betrayal on his face both Walt and his father laughed out loud.

"It's not funny. How would you like to have a spoonful of something you hated shove in your mouth?"

"You have a point, but that is neither here or there, do you won't me to revert to the same tactics as before or will you take the rest of the cure like an adult? Asked his grandfather.

Fox appeared to be so deep thought that his grandfather wasn't sure if he was going to answer and when Fox opened his mouth to answer he shoved another spoonful in. Once again Fox swallowed, sputtering as he swallowed, "I was about to answer yes."

"Sorry boy, I didn't want to miss an opportunity in case the answer was no."

After that Fox took the rest of the spoonfuls until he was finished. Thankful that finally that cure was over with. "How many more do I have to take," he asked.

"Just one more, and it will be after supper," so why don't you get back to writing your lines why I fix lunch," replied his Dad.

"Fox, how many lines have you written so far?" Asked his Gran.

"Only 300, so far."

"Well you have better get busy; I'll call you for lunch. It should be ready by 12:00."

Both his father and grandfather watched as Fox slowly walked back to his room. "Walt, since he just had a spanking not more than two hours ago I think we should go a little easier on him for his second one, what do you think?"

"That's fine Dad, why don't you give it to him before he comes in for lunch?"

"Okay, I will. Now is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, you could make the iced tea, if you don't mind."

Fox got so involved in what he was doing that he didn't realize that his grandfather had come into the room until he heard him call his name. "Fox?"

"Yes, sir"

"Come here boy and let's get this over with so we can eat the lunch your dad cooked."

When Fox realized what his grandfather was talking about, he teared up a bit and cried out, "Please don't spank me again. My backside hurts so much as it is. I've learned my lesson, please."

"Fox, I know this is a hard lesson for you to experience, but once it is over you will be a better boy because of it," and reached for Fox's hand to pull him over his knees as he sat on Fox's bed.

He pushed the shirttail out of his way and asked the time-honored question, "Fox William, why are you getting this spanking?"

"For getting drunk while on a punishment tour and breaking the family rules."

With that out of the way, Gran only gave Fox 10 licks, 5 on each cheek. He put all five licks right on top of each other. By the time he was finishing Fox was crying again. Although there hadn't been many licks they easily reawaken the pain in his backside. After it was over Gran gathered him in a much-needed hug and then sent him off to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. They both then went in for lunch. Fox brought his pillow and sat down gingerly to his dad's homemade meal.

Fox dug into the chicken. When his dad saw that he was avoiding the vegetables he said, "Fox I want you to try the casserole, it's one of your Gram's recipes and I think you will like it."

Fox took a small bite and then with a huge grin on his face he finished what was on his plate and asked for more. "Dad, what is in it and can we have it again?"

"It has the celery you chopped and the onions your grandfather chopped plus squash, breadcrumbs and cheese. It has always been one of my favorites. Try the carrots, they have brown sugar on them." Fox took a tentative bite and soon they were gone as well. After lunch a much happier Fox left the table carrying his dishes to the sink.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same. Fox wrote lines when he didn't have to drink more hangover remedies and large glasses of water. That afternoon both his Dad and grandfather took pity on him and only made him drink orange juice as his next hangover remedy. By the time his third spanking was due, Fox had nearly forgotten all about it. It wasn't until his Dad came into the room and touched him on the shoulder that he even acknowledged his presence in the room.

"How many lines have you written so far?"

"I don't know, I haven't counted since 300, if the cramp in my hand is any sign, it feels like a million."

"Come over to me so we can get this third spanking behind you," Walter said as he sat on the edge of Fox's bed.

"That's not funny, Dad. Can't we skip this spanking? The pain in my backside is just now easing from the last spanking," pleaded Fox.

"I'm afraid not, son. I want to make such an impression on your backside so that the next time you'll think twice about getting drunk or breaking any of the rules. I want you to think of the consequences that you will suffer through if you do wrong."

Fox slowly made his way to his Dad's side and placed himself over his knees and waited for his spanking to start.

Like his dad before him, Walter decided to just give his son 10 licks, five on each buttock once again placing all five licks on his sit spot. The 10 licks soon awaken the pain in his bottom and he was once again crying. Walt tenderly laid Fox on his side on his bed and covered him with a light blanket. "Fox, I want you to rest for a while, I'll wake you in time for supper. I'm taking your lines and counting them. Now close your eyes and get some sleep."

"Thanks Dad," sniffled Fox. Before he left the room, Walter leaned down and kissed his son on the head and left him alone.

Walt returned to the kitchen and while his dad fixed supper he counted the lines Fox had been working on. When he had finished counting he looked up to find that his dad had finished and had put the soup on to warm. It was potato soup, a good comfort food. "How many lines has Fox written so far?" asked Walter. "I counted 850 lines, he should have no trouble finishing the lines before bed. Can we wait until Fox has had an hour nap to eat supper?"

"No problem just let me turn off the heat."

After giving Fox time to get an hour nap, his Dad went in to wake Fox for supper. "Fox," giving him a shake as he said his name, "son, its time to wake up. You need to eat some supper now. Your grandfather has just made some potato soup, it's another recipe of your grandmother's. Fox got up and went into the bathroom to wash his face and hands and soon was walking with his Dad to the supper table. There was a pillow waiting on his chair, he gave his Gran a grateful smile and gingerly sat down. Once seated he eagerly reached for his spoon. "Wait a minute Fox and let me say Grace," admonished Walter.

Once Grace had been said all that could be heard for some time was the sounds of three people eating. "Fox I counted your lines and you only have 150 more to go. You shouldn't have any trouble finishing before bed," said Walter. After the supper dishes had been done, Fox went back to his room and sat down to finish his lines. He was so involved in finishing his task that he didn't realize that his Dad had enter the room and was standing behind him until he heard a throat being cleared.

"Erg, erg."

Fox looked up into the loving eyes of his Dad. "Fox are you finished? It's getting close to your bedtime and your final spanking."

Fox looked back down at his papers and silently started to count, after a few minutes he looked up with a sheepish grin on his face. "Dad, I got so involved that I forgot to count. I went over the target and wrote 200 lines. Does this mean that my final spanking will be reduced?"

"I'm afraid not son, now come over to your bed and lets get this done." Fox placed himself over his Dad's knees and took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready, Dad."

Fox was unprepared for this spanking. He had been expecting another 10 lick spanking and when the licks went passed the previous number he started to get antsy.

"Oww...ouch...yeowwwch...stop.... Dad...Pleaseeee."

The licks continued to fall down on Fox's rapidly reddening bottom. "Sorry Fox, I intend to make your final spanking a match of the first one I gave you this morning," and proceeded to do just that. When he finally finished Fox's bottom was scarlet an exact match of the first one he had received. "Fox go into the bathroom and wash your face, and then join us in the kitchen. You have a final Hangover Remedy to take." "Yes, sir," sobbed Fox. His final spanking had set his backside on fire.

When Fox came into the kitchen his Gran handed him a glass of some kind of milky substance. "What's in it?" asked Fox suspiciously.

"I'll tell you after you drink it, and son, drink it fast," replied his grandfather.

Fox took a sniff made a face and drank it as swiftly as he could, "Ugh that's awful. Just what did I drink?"

"It's buttermilk seasoned with salt and pepper," replied Gran with a grin. "I hope you will think twice before you try a stunt like this again."

"Oh, yes, sir," replied Fox as he rubbed his backside.

"Well, I for one am glad that this is over. Fox I don't want to ever punish you like this again. Come over here and get your hug," replied Walt with a grin as he opened his arms to his son. Come on Dad, lets make this a group hug for Fox," and his Dad also join them.



Once this was over with, Fox was sent to bed. He immediately fell asleep.

Early Sunday morning Walter got up and started breakfast. In keeping with tradition he fix a huge breakfast. He first fixed the coffee. The smell of the coffee woke Walt who brought the Sunday paper with him to the kitchen. They had coffee letting Fox sleep a little longer.

First they would have a big breakfast, then enjoy the Sunday paper and then go to church. While Walt was putting breakfast on the table, Walter went in to wake his grandson. "Fox, it's time to get up."

"What time is it, Gran?" "It's seven o'clock" "In the morning??"

"Yes, in the morning, now get up boy," and to make his point he administered two sharp smacks to Fox's still sore backside. "Ouch," Fox yelped as he jumped from bed and after a quick stop to the bathroom joined his grandfather in the hall and they walked together to the breakfast table.

Although his bottom was still sore, Fox was able to consume a large stack of pancakes, several slices of bacon, orange juice and a glass of milk. When his father later handed him a cup of coffee he awarded his father with a huge smile in thanks.

"Fox we're going to church. You need to shower and dress appropriately and be ready to leave by 9:30."

"Church? Do I have to go?" whined Fox. He changed his tune after correctly deciphering his Gran's facial expression. "Church, I'd love to go and I'll be ready."

After the breakfast dishes were done, Fox took off with the sport's section before returning to the bathroom to get ready for church. Fox was mumbling as he was getting ready, "I don't want to go, but I have no say so in the whole matter. If I complain, I get a spanking. It's not fair. Well, if I Have To Go, I'm going to be comfortable," and he stalked angrily to his closet. With a twinkle in his eye he pulled out a pair of khaki jeans and momentarily put his hand on a favorite T-shirt before moving on to a blue Oxford cloth shirt, which he pulled out instead. He looked lovingly at his scruffy looking black leather jacket and an idea came to mind on how he could wear it to church instead of a sport's jacket. He hurried to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Fox was nearly dressed when he looked at his collection of ties. He immediately pulled out one that sported a large UFO on the bottom part. He could just picture himself wearing that to church and thumbing his nose at his parents. His smile faded just as quickly when he also pictured himself over his grandfather's knees getting his bottom spanked for his impertinence and choice of ties. He changed his mind and picked out a dark blue one that had as its design tiny flying saucers all over the tie. You would have to look awful close to even identify them.

"Fox, hurry up, it's 9:30 and we have to go now," shouted his grandfather.

"Coming Gran, just go and I'll catch up with you, I'm almost ready," answered Fox with a smile. His plan was working.

"O.K., we'll meet you at the car...just hurry,' replied his father.

Fox waited until he heard the door close before tying his Nikes and pulling on his leather jacket. He hurried out the door, locking it behind him. He waited a moment more before going to the elevator. Soon he was running towards the car. His scowling parents greeted him.

"Fox, we will be discussing your choice of clothes when the church service is over with.... count on it."

"Yes, Gran," replied Fox barely successful in hiding his grin.

"We will be attending the Russian Orthodox Church and I expect you to behave during the church services." Gran reminded him as if he was a five-year old. "Yes, Gran," replied Fox.

In no time they were pulling up to the church. Gran and his Dad led the way with Fox following behind. Gran picked a pew about midways up and waited for the others to precede him in it. Fox attempted to slide past his grandfather only to be yanked back by his Gran. His Dad went in first then Fox was pushed in with Gran bringing up the rear.

After sitting Fox turned to his grandfather and whispered loudly, "What was that for?" He was embarrassed to be treated like a small boy.

"I just remembered the time when you were 10 and we went to church in Danville. It was similar to this I let you go in first and you scooted to the end of the pew. You were away from my guiding hand. Do you remember what happen?" Fox didn't answer. "I'll tell you what happened; you misbehaved during nearly the entire service. I know you remembered what happened next."

"Yes, I remembered. I was so embarrassed. You yanked me up and took me out while everybody was watching. . We went to the picnic tables behind the building. Once there you lowered my pants and briefs and spanked me. I remembered you saying that you were going to paint my bottom red...and you did. You then marched me back in, I barely had time to pull my pants back up. I had to sit on my sore backside for the rest of the service. And you made me sit in between you and Gram. After the service was over the minister congratulated you for taking care of the disturbance in church."

"Well, I do not want another incident like that one to occur now, so you are sitting between your father and me, in hopes that it will keep you out of trouble."

"Gran, I'm an adult now. I was just a kid then."

"Yeah, well, I'm taking no chances. The service is about to start and I want you to pay close attention to what the minister is saying. There might be a test when we get home, and you can guess what will be the outcome if you flunk."

Fox looked at him with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief and decided for the time being to obey him. He lasted until the start of the sermon when he started to squirm. His father noticed the movement and poked him and mouthed the word "behave" at him and then he returned his attention to the sermon.

Fox was starting to get hot and without thinking took his jacket off revealing to his folks the design on his tie. They both had given him a quick glance that went undetected by Fox. If Fox had seen the look he would have recognized the anger in both of their faces at his choice in ties.

Fox picked his program up again and reread it. He noticed that space had been left for taking of notes. He leaned forward for the pencil that was in the hymn holder on the back of the pew in front of them and settled back to doodle. The movement didn't go unnoticed by his Gran who thought he was finally going to take advantage of the space for note taking. He wasn't pleased when he looked down to see exactly what Fox was doing. He had doodled UFO's all over the program just like a child of 10 would do.

He turned his attention back to the sermon vowing to lower the boom on his grandson when they returned to the apartment.

Soon church was over and Fox was running to the car. He loosed his tie as he went. He was free...free of that tie...free of being made to do something he didn't want to do. He was waiting in the back seat when his folks came to the car. He was plotting to see if he could get out of the apartment. Therefore he didn't see the exchange of looks his parents gave each other.

When they returned to the apartment, Fox was quick to get out of those clothes into something really comfortable. He changed into his blue jeans with a favorite T-shirt and kicked off his socks and shoes. While Fox was changing, his folks were fixing dinner. They had steak, baked potato and a green salad. They also had iced tea with their meal. It was delicious. There wasn't much dialog since everybody was to busy eating. Soon dinner was over and they all pitched in to do the dishes. It wasn't long after that Fox went to reread the sports section. Before he had skimmed over the box scores only. Now he was taking time to read the articles. He was surprised when his grandfather dropped a sheet of paper in front of him.

"What's this?" asked Fox, not even looking to see for himself.

"It's a quiz," stated Walter.

"What kind of quiz?"

"It's a quiz on the material the sermon was on. If you paid attention in church you will know the answers. You have 15 minutes," and left the room.

Fox was still working on it when he returned. He snatched the paper from Fox's hand. It didn't take him but a minute to grade it. He turned to Fox, "Go bring me your paddle."

"Gran, please, noooo. I thought you were kidding before. I'll pay attention next time, I promise."

"Fox, you should be able to tell when I am teasing and when I'm serious. GO BRING ME YOUR PADDLE!!"

With heavy steps, Fox returned to his room for the hated paddle. His dad made him keep it in his room as a reminder. He even remembered the first time his Dad had used it on him, and he unconsciously rubbed his backside at the memory. With paddle in hand, he returned to his grandfather and handed it to him. "Fox, I think you know what to do?"

"Gran, please don't paddle me. I'll pay attention, honest," pleaded Fox with a quiver in his voice. Walter got up and led Fox to the dinning room table and pushed him to it. "Drop them and bend over, boy."

With trembling fingers Fox complied, and unsnapped his jeans, unzipping them and pushed them down. He then bent over the table hoping his grandfather would only paddle his boxer-clad bottom. It was a vain hope; he felt the boxers being lowered and a hand pressing down on his back. He heard "swoosh" and then the lick fell. It caught him low on his right buttock in an upward stroke, lifting him up on his toes as the lick struck. YEOWWWCH Then it was repeated on his left buttock. OWWWWCH Two more licks and it was over.

"Boy, these 4 licks are for your inattentive behavior in church as well as for your inappropriate dress."

The licks had been hard and had awakened the pain in the area between buttock and thigh. Fox butt was throbbing and he knew that sitting would be difficult tomorrow. Fox began to pull his boxers up when his Gran stopped him. "Fox wait until I bring you a clean pair of punishment sweat shorts." When he appeared with the shorts Fox had no choice but to put them on. He was then ordered to go back into the living room.

"Fox your grandfather and I have something to tell you. Sit here," pointing to the chair with the pillow in it, " we have decided that from now on we will be the ones picking out your clothes. Just for special occasions like church and going out to eat at fancy restaurants."

Fox jumped up and shouted angrily, "NOOOO, you can't. I'm not a child. I can pick my own clothes out."

Walter answered quietly, "Fox, did you know what I meant by appropriate dress today?"

"YES," shouted Fox, "I didn't want to go so I dressed that way to get back at YOU!!"

"FOX WILLIAM, I will not be shouted at. Lower your voice or you will feel my hand against your bottom. Now don't you realize that when you act like that, you only get yourself in trouble?"

"Yes. I don't always think before I act, Gran," Fox replied quietly. "Fox, come here," demanded Walter as he stood and opened his arms to his grandson. Fox was in his arms before the words were out of his mouth. "Fox, the next time your father or I ask you to dress appropriate, you will..."

"I'll dress like you want me to."

"Good boy," and lightly patted his bottom.

"Owwww"

Once they parted, Walt approached his son and said, "O.K. Fox, you now have control of picking out your clothes again. However, we will be picking out your ties. You have shown us that you need help in that capacity. Go bring us your more unusual ties, starting with that one you wore to church today."

It was a simple request. Once that shouldn't have upset Fox but it did and he reacted in kind. "Nooooo, I won't let you." He then ran to his room and slammed and locked the door. He immediately hid the tie he wore today. He was so intent in what he was doing that when there was a loud knock at his door he realized that his father was trying to get in. "FOX WILLIAM SKINNER, you open this door." The doorknob jiggled alerting Walter that it was locked. Fox shouted back, "NOOOO."

Walter kicked the door open and strode up to his son and said, "Fox, I am so deeply disappointed in you." With that he gathered all of Fox's ties and left. To be told that his father was disappointed in him was all that it took for Fox to start crying. He threw himself face down on his bed and sobbed.

He was still sobbing when Walter returned a few minutes later. "Fox, son, its O.K. Stop crying." He gathered his son in his arms and held on to him as he cried into his chest. Eventually the crying slowed down and finally came to an end.

"Are you all cried out?" At Fox's nod, Walt continued, "Why did you act the way you did a few minutes ago?"

"I don't know it was just that I thought you didn't trust me. That you didn't trust me to pick out something as simple as a tie."

"Oh, son...don't you know that I love you and TRUST you; but you got to admit that your choices in ties have much to be desired?"

"Yes, Dad, but I like them, especially the ones with flying saucers on them."

"Fox, where is the one you wore today?" Fox just looked at his dad and shook his head, "NO, I'm not telling."

"Son, your stubbornness could earn you another spanking."

Fox continued to shake his head until Walt finally figured it out. "Son, did Dana give you that tie?"

The surprise on Fox's face confirmed it to Walt. "Oh, Fox, all you had to tell me that it was a gift and I wouldn't have taken it from you. Fox we will be picking your ties out and you will be wearing the ones we pick out. Do you understand me, young man?"

Fox just nodded and cuddled up in his father's arms feeling loved. Eventually Walt put his son back to bed where he immediately went to sleep.

"Fox, son, its time to wake up." Walt said as he shook his son. "Dad? What time is it?" came the groggily reply. "Its 6:30, son." Fox opened his eyes at the mention of the time and groaned, "6:30? Daddddd."

"Get up Fox and join us for breakfast. I'll give you 15 minutes or I'll be back. You don't want me to come back, do you Fox?" When Fox shook is head, "NO", Walt left the room.

The thought of what that threat really meant did wonders in getting Fox out of bed and to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes saw Fox, still clad in t-shirt and boxers approaching the breakfast table. He saw that his plate had already been served. He was looking at scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. He had been served a tall glass of milk and a fruit juice sized glass of orange juice.

Fox turned to his Dad and said, "I don't want anything for breakfast, Dad. I just want a large cup of coffee, please."

His folks just looked at him and in unison replied, "Sit down and eat Fox. There will be no skipping meals here." Walt continued with, "I may not be able to monitor what you eat for lunch during the work week, but I can with the other two meals. You will be eating well-balanced meals here. You can expect to eat breakfast and supper here with me."

"Two meals? Dad be reasonable. I might want to spend some time with friends after work and not rush home to eat with 'daddy'. I'm not a little boy any more. I want some time to myself, Dad."

"Fox, I don't have a problem with you going out with your friends anytime after work. I'm just saying those times other than when you go out I will expect you here and you will eat well-balanced meals around me. Is that understood, young man?"

"Yes, sir," grumbled Fox.

"Fox, unless you want an 'attitude adjustment'," and at Fox's frantic shaking of his head, Gran continued, "you might want to apologize to your Dad for that 'daddy' remark."

Fox hurried to comply. "I'm sorry Dad. I was totally out of line with that remark." "That's O.K. son, it's already forgotten."

Fox gingerly sat on the pillow that was waiting for him in his chair and picked up his fork in preparation of beginning his breakfast. After his father had said Grace, he dug in. He ate only a third of his eggs, a slice of bacon, a bite or two of toast, he drank all of his orange juice and a sip or two of milk and then announced that he was finished and he was going to get himself some coffee.

He didn't get very far before his Gran stopped him with, "Only after you finish your breakfast."

"But Gran I have FINISHED," argued Fox with is voice rising to such an intent that the last word came out as a shout. That didn't sit to well with his grandfather who immediately got up and went into the kitchen. He returned shortly with a wooden spatula in his hand. Fox took one look at the spatula and picked his fork up and completely finished his breakfast even to the point of swallowing every last drop of milk. He looked up at his grandfather and meekly asked, "I'm finished now, and may I be excused?"

"Sure boy, get on up." Fox thinking that he was safe eagerly bounded from the chair only to be taken by surprise when his grandfather grabbed him and bent him under his left arm. Fox soon felt his boxers being lowered and struggled to free himself. Before he could protest he felt a sharp pain to his left buttock. "Yeowwwwwch...I'm sorry," he cried as he felt three more licks make contact with his bottom. Just as sudden as he was grabbed he was released.

"Gran, what was that for," he whined as he rubbed his bottom, "I ate everything on my plate."

"Fox, I will not have you raise your voice to me. I would have thought that you would have learned that a long time ago."

"I'm sorry Gran," whispered Fox.

"I know you are. Why don't you get cleaned up so you can be ready to leave for work with your Dad."

"Go to work with Dad? Why can't I drive myself?"

"Fox behave unless you want another session with your grandfather's spatula?"

"I'll behave," and he left in a hurry to get ready. He didn't even take the time to pull up his boxers; he just kicked them off. The last thing his parents saw was his red bottom.

Fox decided to wear his favorite gray suit. He even took the time to ask his Dad for help in picking out a conservative tie. Soon armed with briefcase and laptop he was ready to go.

While waiting for his Dad to get ready he returned to his room and decided to check his E-mail and found a message from Scully. He eagerly opened it and began to read. His face soon lost color as he read. The message read, "Fox I decided to check my mail early and found a email message addressed to A.D. Skinner and it was obvious your handiwork. Click on the attachment to see the email I received. Fox you must have accidentally sent it to all of the agents here at work. As soon as each agent checks their emails they will find it. You might not have meant to, but your father is going to be embarrassed by this prank. You need to go to him immediately and confess and maybe he will go easy on you. Don't run it will only make things worse. Call me after you read this...Scully."

Fox immediately clicked on the attachment and he was remembering the whole night and wishing that he hadn't done what he did. "I can't tell Dad what I did. He'll never forgive me. I got to get out of here before Dad finds out what I did and whips me." All of those thoughts were running through his head at top speed. He decided to make a run for it and worry about the consequences later.

He left his briefcase and laptop in his room and quietly left the room. He made it to the door before being discovered. "FOX!! Where are you going?" Fox didn't answer he just fumbled with the lock. "Fox, get away from the door, you do not have my permission to leave this apartment unless you are with me," ordered his father. In panic Fox got the door opened and ran from the apartment.

Walt hesitated for only a moment before he ran after his son. He was unable to catch up with Fox and returned to the apartment. "Dad?" "I'm in Fox's room." When Walt arrived he found his father reading something on Fox's computer and read over his shoulder. When they had finished they looked at each other and said at the same time, "That's why he left."

"When is that boy ever going to learn? Nothing that boy does is ever going to separate our love. When I get my hands on him I am going to wear him out," vowed Walter. "I get him for the second round," added Walt. Let's call out the troops and see if we can find him.

"Dad, why don't you call Andy, Fox has always felt close to him. They have gotten in trouble together and punished together. I figured that he would eventually head to Andy for help. I'm going to call Dana."



While the troops were out looking, some young toughs that took a shine to his new gray suit were relieving the reason for their search of his clothing. They soon had him down to his boxers. And Fox was trying to talk them into allowing him to keep those. "Come on guys, you have my clothes, please let me keep my boxers."

The leader got a twinkle in his eyes and said, "No, I want all of them, the only thing I am going to leave you with is your birthday suit," and made a motion to lower his boxers. Fox struggled but he was held to tightly. Fox could only watch as his last stitch of clothing was removed and he was left alone as the others ran off laughing. Fox ran to the nearest shelter and came upon a dumpster and after searching came across a large pair of pants. They were too big for him but since he had no choice he put them on. They were dirty and stank. A little more rummaging and he found a t-shirt filled with holes, which he pulled over his head.

Thus dressed he left the area and eventually came upon a church that had clothes that were given out to the poor. Fox was able to find clothes that fit him better. He was also able to find a pair of sneakers. He scratched as he walked. The clothes from the dumpster were infested. To make thing worse, it began to rain and he was soon soaked. Between the itching and scratching and being soaked to the bone he was miserable.

Fox walked for hours until he around across a phone booth where he called collect to his Uncle Andy. Fortunately Andy had just walked in from searching for hours for his nephew. The phone rang twice before Andy picked it up, "Hello...FOX, where are you? Stay there and I'll come a get you right away. Fox are you hurt? Good, now stay put."

Andy remembered what his Dad and brother had told him and hurried to obey. Andy placed a call to the Crystal City apartment, "Dad? Fox just called...yes...yes...I'm going after him now. Why don't you and Walt come over to the house and wait here. Dad, he sounds miserable. He says that he isn't hurt, but something is definite wrong with him."

Andy hurried to the place where Fox said he would be waiting. He drove up and saw someone leave the phone booth. It was raining cats and dogs and the figure was drenched. It wasn't until the figure got closer to the car that he was able to recognize it as Fox. Fox got into the car and collapse into the back seat. He was shivering. "Tthannks, Andyyy, for coming for meee." Andy took one look at Fox and at the clothes he was wearing and turned around and hurried home. He was speeding. Fortunately he wasn't caught. When he drove up into the driveway. He was met by both his brother and father. "He's in the backseat, and he's sick," was Andy's only explanation.

Walt leaned back and easily picked up his son and carried him inside. Andy held the door. As soon as the door was closed, Walt was stripping Fox of his clothes. He was wondering why Fox was wearing these clothes but he was more surprised when he didn't come across any boxers after lowering his pants. He knew there was going to be a hell of an explanation but first he had to see to Fox's health. Another car pulled up into the drive and soon Dana Scully carrying her doctor's bag was let into the house.

"Dana. Thanks for coming," said Walt.

When Fox saw Dana and looked down and saw how he was without clothes he wailed, "Nooooo, she can't see me like this I'm not wearing any clothes."

"Hush Fox, I've seen it all before. Sir can you put him on the couch, so I can examine him better," instructed Dana. Dana examined Fox from top to bottom and came up with her expert opinion.

"Sir, he has insect bites all over his lower regions, and I need to take his temperature, but his teeth are chattering to hard for me to use a regular thermometer. Andy, do you have a baby's thermometer?"

"A baby's thermometer!!!! Nooooo, you can't use that on me, Pleaseeee, wailed Fox.

Andy returned with the before mentioned item and some Vaseline. He handed both to Dana. She lubricated the end of the thermometer. "Sir will you turn him on his side, so I can reach his bottom." Walt firmly turned Fox on his side, smacking him on his bottom, "Quiet Brat and let Agent Scully take your temperature before I decide to spank you now in front of everybody." Fox subsided knowing that it wasn't an empty threat. Dana inserted the end of the thermometer into Fox's bottom and after the required time took it out. She viewed the results and announced, "He doesn't have a temperature," she paused for breath then continued, ". His teeth are chattering due to being wet and most likely scared. A warm bath should do the job. And Sir, when you get him there soap him up he smells awful."

"Sculllleeee, that's not funny."

"Maybe not Fox, but it is true."

"What happened to you and why were you wearing the clothes I found you in?" asked Andy.

Fox sheepish answered, "after I left the apartment, I ran into a gang of boys who stole my clothes and I was forced to find some old clothes in a dumpster or I would have been picked up for 'Indecent Exposure'."

"You mean, they took all of your clothes?"

"Yes, they left me in my birthday suit and ran off laughing," replied Fox blushing. "I'm cold. Can I get my warm bath now? Scully I itch."

"Fox by the time you return I'll have an prescription called in and will pick it up for you."

By the time Fox returned his angry father met him. "I see you are clean again. While we wait for Dana to come back with the medication, you and I are going to have a long discussion about your actions today."

"Can't it wait until I get some clothes on, Dad? All I have on is this towel around my hips."

"You don't need clothes while you are having your bottom spanked; first by your grandfather and then by me. Dad? It's your turn," remarked Walt as he pushed Fox into his grandfather's arms. Gran immediately pulled Fox over his knees as he sat down and with one mighty yank the towel was thrown off.

It was only a matter of time before the sounds of a sound spanking could be heard and the yells accompanying it.

SMACK...SMACK...YEOWWWCH...SMACK...SMACK...OWWW. And on the spanking went. When Gran finally stopped Fox was swiftly pulled up and repositioned this time over his Dad's knees where the punishment continued. Only this time the instrument used wasn't his hand but a hairbrush. Fox was howling as the hairbrush revisited his sore bottom as well as finding new areas on his upper thighs. By the time Scully had returned all she heard was the sound of Fox sobbing and the first thing she saw was his red bottom on display while he did corner time.

Handing the medication to her boss, she said, "Sir this cream needs to be applied to all of his bites three times a day and I need to give him a injection to help stop the itch." She looked at Fox's bottom and half remarked to herself, "it needs to go in his bottom but where? Oh, well it can't be helped" and approached Fox from the behind and before he could offer a protest the injection was given. "YEOWWWWCH"

Fox turned angrily holding his abused area until he saw who it was and then the rest of him turned the same color as his bottom as he blushed. Dana touched Fox on the shoulder and remarked, "I'll be seeing you later partner, but let's see if we can keep it from being ALL of you." With that she left.

After a while Fox was led from his corner and his Dad and Gran told him the reason he was punished. "Fox we didn't punish you for that prank you played on your father but for your running away from your family when you should have been running toward them. Do you understand?" Fox began to sob, "Yes, I just thought that this latest prank would be the final straw and you could never forgive me."

"Oh Fox, when will you learn there is nothing you can ever do to drive us away. We love you, now, later and forever. Next time will you try and think first and act later?"

"Yes, sir," sobbed Fox who got a group hug.

"Here Fox put these sweat clothes on we are going home. Don't forget Wednesday your have your grandfather's Truth Serum/Treatment to take. Now Fox I just have one thing to ask...was the Cost of Revenge worth all of the pain and suffering you received?" Fox just made a face at the thought of the Truth Serum he would have to take and shook his head.

The End

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