Shopping Rage
I want to thank my beta for all of her help in writing this story.
This is a Danville Take 2 discipline story.
Main characters: Fox Skinner, Walter Skinner, Jr., Rachel and Walter
Skinner, Sr., Joe Skinner, Andy Skinner, and Mike Skinner
"Where are those boys," fretted Rachel as she looked at the clock for
the third time. Mike and Fox had gone Christmas shopping today to shop
for the family but mainly for their dads. Fox was approximately 16 and
driving. He had begged for some time before finally being granted his
request to go Christmas shopping without his Dad. He had borrowed his
Gran's truck. His cousin Mike had asked to go and the two boys had left
this morning bright and early by 7 a.m. The only way Fox had been
allowed to go was if he promised to return before it got dark. He
wanted to get as much shopping in so that was the reason for the early
departure.
Fox had decided to pick up his cousin on the way and grab a sausage
biscuit on the way. They were going shopping at York Galleria Mall in
York, which was a 2 1/2hours journey from Danville. It was starting to
get dark and since it was 7 days before Christmas, Rachel wanted her
grandsons' home and safe.
"I'm going to call Joe and see if he knows anything," cried Rachel.
Walter only nodded, he wasn't too worried about Fox missing his curfew
due to the fact that instead of due t the fact, just use since he had told him what he could expect if he was late
without a good excuse.
While Rachel was on the phone with Joe she heard the front door open and
said, "Wait a minute Joe, I hear the front door opening this is probably
him. Hold on while I check." She put down the phone and called out,
"Fox?"
"Mom?" It was Walter; he had gotten off early and had come on home for
the Christmas. "Walter, It's good to see you but I was hoping that it
was Fox," said Rachel as she gave her son a big hug and kiss on the
cheek.
"Fox? He isn't here?" Asked Walter. "I remember that he and Mike were
going shopping today, but didn't they have to be back by dark?" Walter
asked confusedly.
"That was the deal he made with you and his grandfather on pain of a
spanking....oh, I left Joe on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?"
Asked Rachel. Walter nodded and picked up the phone. "Joe, it's me.
Yeah, I managed to get off earlier than I thought. Now tell me is Mike
home yet? He is, when did Fox drop him off? An hour ago? He should
have been home 45 minutes ago. I'm going to give him another 10 minutes
and then go looking for him in case he had truck trouble." Before
Walter could continue he heard honking from outside and barking inside
the house and hastily put the phone down again after a hurriedly, "Wait
a minute, Joe."
He looked out the window to discover a truck coming in the drive. He
recognized it as his Dad's and returned to the phone..."Joe, never mind,
he's just pulling into the drive.... Good-bye."
"It's Fox," Walter called out to his folks and went out to meet his son.
Yoda slipped out when Walter opened the door and ran to his master,
barking excitedly. Walter noticed that Fox wasn't getting out of the
truck and that scared him, for some reason and he hurried along. Soon
he was opening the door to a sobbing Fox.
"Fox, baby...what's wrong?"
Fox looked out into the loving eyes of his father and sobbed, "It hurts,
Daddy, it hurts."
"Where? What happened?"
Fox was too hysterical by that time to answer he continued to sob and
squirm in his seat, which gave Walter a quick clue and he lifted him
from the truck seat and carried him in. He kicked at the door, which
brought his Dad at the run to open it. Walter still carrying Fox pushed
past him, "Sorry Dad, Fox is hurt," as his only explanation.
Walter carried Fox to the kitchen where he put him on his feet and
leaned him forward against the kitchen table. He carefully pulled his
jeans down, noting that they had been hastily pulled up but not zipped
or fastened. As soon as the jeans came down Walter could see the blood
staining the back of his son's briefs and was scared that he might have
been attacked sexually. Fox was so upset that he didn't even protest
his half dressed condition in his grandmother's kitchen. "Oh, no, not
that," cried a distressed Walter.
"Son, we don't know for certain. Let's get him upstairs and then we can
strip him and see where the blood is coming from. If it is what you
fear then we need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible. Let's
not panic just yet." Walter, Sr.'s words calmed Walter down and he
nodded and pulled the jeans off completely and carefully picked his son
back up carried him upstairs and into the bathroom. Rachel came in with
a wet rag and soaked the briefs from her grandson's buttocks. Soon the
cloth came off and they could see that the blood came from a strapping
that was given him and not from any rape attempt.
Walter and his folks gave a sigh of relief and then set about to clean
and medicate the abrasions on Fox's backside and Rachel gave him some
Tylenol for pain. Soon he was in bed having sobbed himself to sleep.
Rachel covered him up with a sheet and blanket and elected to sit with
him while her husband and son went to talk to Mike about what he might
know about this attack on their boy.
Walter was on his cell phone talking to Joe while his father was on his
phone putting in a call to Sheriff Cole about the attack on Fox. The
Sheriff said he would drop by tomorrow since Fox was too hysterical to
give information now. Walter promised to keep him informed of the
conversation with Mike and anything that they might get out of Fox.
Walter hung up and said, "Joe and Mike are on their way. What did the
sheriff have to say?"
"Sam said that since Fox was sleeping and probably couldn't remember in
the state he's in now that he would drop by tomorrow for any information
we can give him. I told him that I would keep him updated on our
conversation with Mike and anything Fox may say before he arrives
tomorrow."
While they were waiting for Joe and Mike's arrival, Walter and his
father went out to inspect the truck. They took flashlights and
discovered the front fender dented with scrapes of red paint. Walter
pointed it out to his father, "Here this is the color of the car that
forced Fox over to the side of the road. He's bound to have left
fingerprints somewhere on the truck. We need to cover it to preserve
them until they can be dusted." Walter, Sr. disappeared into the garage
and returned with a tarp, which they put over the truck. Before leaving
Walter carefully picked up the gifts that were strewed about and placed
them in a plastic bag that he thought to bring along.
Joe drove up as they were returning to the house. They waited and
accompanied Joe and his son inside the house. Walter led the way to the
kitchen where they all sat down while Rachel brought out coffee for the
adults and a Coca Cola for Mike.
Before Walter could say a word, Mike blurted out, "How's Fox?"
"He's sleeping," looking at his mother who nodded. "I left him in the
care of Yoda. He'll let us know if he needs us."
With the pleasantries out of the way Walter turned to Mike and said, "I
want to know everything that you two did from the moment Fox picked you
up to the time that he dropped you back off at home."
Mike nodded and proceeded to tell how Fox had picked him up at 7 in the
morning and they had drove to the nearest MacDonald's for a couple of
sausage/biscuits and a coke for breakfast and then they were off. They
made good time and were at the mall by 9 as they were just opening the
doors. They shopped ate lunch and had a good time just being with each
other. "Now Mike I want you to think carefully. At anytime did you two
separate and shop alone?"
"No, sir. My Dad told us that it would be safer for us to be together,
and that if he heard differently he would explain why we should have
stayed together to the seat of my jeans," Mike said blushing.
"Okay, knowing your father I know you obeyed him to the letter. Did you
or Fox run into any irate shopper? Christmas shopping can bring out the
beast in some people when they can't find what they want or they think
you grabbed something that they should have."
As soon as the question was out of his mouth, Walter could see
recognition light up in Mike's face. "What happened Mike?" Walter asked
gently.
"We were at one store and they were selling the Razor Scooters half
price and Fox was the closest so I told him to grab one. Fox happened
to grab the last one they had. He grabbed it a minute before this older
man lunged for it. Fox turned to carry it to me when he shouted at him
to put it down that his kid wanted it. Fox shrugged and told him that
we were getting it for a cousin too and that he was sorry. He said it
with all sincerity. The man lunged for the scooter and made such uproar
that it brought security. When they asked what had happened the man
said that Fox had grabbed the scooter out of his son's hand and demanded
its return. Fox denied it. The officer asked around to the other
shoppers who supported Fox and the scooter was returned to Fox. I paid
for it and we left soon afterwards. Uncle Walter do you think he
followed us and beat Fox?"
"I don't know Mike, but it is a possible explanation to what happen.
How big was he? Give me a description, please. Now think carefully."
Mike thought for a moment and then said, "He was about your height Uncle
Walter and my Dad's built and weight. He is white and older than you.
He had brown eyes and brown hair. He came across as always getting his
way and getting what he wanted no matter the circumstances. He was
arrogant in his manner, talking down to a person. He did it to the
security officer. I think the officer got great satisfaction when he
returned the scooter to Fox. You know Uncle Walter I think that if it
wasn't for the security officer accompanying us to the truck he might
have taken the scooter by force while we were alone. You could almost
see it in his eyes and the way he kept looking at the officer and then
back at Fox. Is that O.K.?"
Walter smiled and said, "You did great Mike. I've got several agents
under me that wouldn't have observed all of that information. Thanks.
Oh, by the way whom were you buying the scooter for?"
"It was for Uncle Andy to give Brian for Christmas. He said that he had
been looking all over Washington and there wasn't one to find. He told
us to look for him and Dad gave me his credit card to charge it just in
case we lucked upon one. If we couldn't find it Uncle Andy told us that
he would find something else and give it to Brian for his birthday. He
was so happy when I called him earlier. Uncle Walter, can I go and sit
with Fox for a few minutes. I won't wake him?"
"Sure go ahead and thanks again for your help," Walter replied. After
Mike left Joe asked, "Well, what do you suppose happened?"
"I think that son of a bitch followed the boys to the truck and all the
way home and after he saw Fox let Mike off followed him a distance and
then forced Fox to the side of the road and when Fox got out he beat my
boy with his belt because he got something that he wanted."
At Walter's SOB comment both Rachel and Walter, Sr. eyes flashed. They
didn't allow foul language in their house but understood Walter use of
it tonight. Fox had been given a hard strapping and it would be
several days before he could sit comfortable again. They just hoped that
he would recover from both he strapping and the trauma of the attack by
the time Christmas was celebrated.
Mike entered Fox's room to find him sleeping face down with Yoda at the
foot as he was protecting him from harm. Mike petted him on the head
and said, "I wish you were with him tonight, boy, maybe your presence
could have prevented this from happening." Yoda just wagged his tail.
Mike went and sat in the rocker beside his bed and just watched his
cousin sleep. It was soon afterwards that Fox woke up with a whimper.
"Fox, it is alright all right. You are at home and in your own bed," whispered
Mike.
"Mike, is that you?"
"Yes, oh Fox I am so sorry this had to happen to you. Do you remember
what happened?"
"Y yes...where is my Dad? I want my Dad," cried Fox as he began to
remember and was reliving the incident. Mike ran to the top of the
stairs and yelled, "Uncle Walter...come quickly!" He then moved out he
way as Walter ran up the stairs. "It's Fox, he's remembering the
incident and crying for you," Mike said as Walter came in view. Walter
nodded as he ran past Mike and into his son's room. Mike discreetly
closed the door behind him, knowing that Fox needed to be with his Dad
at this moment.
Walter ran to his son and found him reliving the terror of the beating,
with the tears running down his face. "Son, it is alright all right...you're safe and I won't let anyone hurt you." Once he saw that Fox was calming down
secure in the knowledge that he was safe with his Dad, Walter rummaged
through his drawers and brought out a old and loose fitting pair of
sweat shorts and helped Fox to put them on. He then handed him an old
T-shirt of his and then helped him to lie down on his side. He sat
himself back in the rocking chair next to the bed and asked his
question, "Fox, I want you to tell me everything that happened from the
moment you picked up Mike until the moment you drove back into your
grandparents drive."
Fox took a deep breath and told the exact same story that Mike had told
him not more than 30 minutes ago. The only difference was the part that
occurred from the time he dropped Mike off until he drove back to his
grandparents. "Dad, it was in the curve of the road where there aren't
any houses that this large red Explorer suddenly pulls out. I swerved
and he pulls along and forces me to take the gravel road just a few
minutes from the curve and then he literally pushes me into the side of
the road. I was so scared. I didn't know who it was until he got out of
the truck and I saw it was the man I had trouble with about the scooter.
Dad he had been drinking and suddenly he is at my door and opens it
with a jerk." Fox hanged his head and whispered "I forgot to lock the
door after helping Mike with his packages."
Walter leans leaned over and pulls pulled him into a half hug and said, "What happened to you is not your fault. You were attacked and beaten and you are not
responsible."
Fox nodded not completely convinced and continued his story, "Dad, he
pulled me out of the truck and flung me down to the ground and started
to remove his belt from his pants. He told me that he was going to
teach me never to talk back to my elders. When I saw what he intended I
made a dash to get away but he caught me and yanked my pants down and
pushed me against the hood of the truck and with one hand pulled my
underwear down and before I could do anything he proceeded to whip me
with his belt on my bottom. It felt like fire and he didn't stop until
I was sobbing. He pushed me to the ground and as I lay crying in the
ground he ransacked the truck and when he didn't find the scooter he
came back and started to whip me again. This time he didn't stop until
I was bleeding in areas on my bottom and thighs. I continued to cry a
long time after he drove off. It was afterwards that I thought to come
home. It hurt so much to redress and to drive while sitting on my sore
and bleeding backside and it was nearly to too much for me and I had to stop
several times along the way to get the pressure off my bottom before
continuing on."
"Fox, I want you to lie back down and try to sleep, Yoda is here to
protect you. I love you son," and with a kiss to his cheek Walter left
him.
Walter left his son with Yoda and went back down the stairs. His family
looked up expectantly as he entered the kitchen. "How is he son?"
Rachel asked lovingly.
"He's fine, scared, but fine. Mom would you mind going and sitting with
him. I know he can could use your motherly love about now."
Rachel got up immediately and went to comfort her grandson. As soon as
she entered the room he looked up into her face and the tears began once
again, and he cried, "I'm scared, Gram."
Rachel pulled him to her and just held him patting him on the back while
he cried. "It's okay Fox. Your Dad is going to take care of the man
who hurt you and he will have to go through me and Yoda to get to you."
As soon as Rachel left Walt pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and
called sheriff Cole with the description Mike had given them and Fox had
identified as his attacker. He also told him the vehicle was red that
pushed Fox from the road and would he bring his fingerprinting kit
tomorrow he wanted to see what they could get from the truck. When all
that could be done had been Walt hung up and went to sit with Fox for
the remainder of the night. He knew he would probably have nightmares
from the attack and wanted to be there to help him through it. He was
met by his folks who said, "Son, why don't you just move Fox into your
room and share a bed. Your bed is plenty big enough for the both of you
and you will be there at once if he has a nightmare tonight." Walt
liked that idea and Fox was moved to his room and they went to bed.
The nightmare didn't start until early morning with Fox screaming,
"Nooooooooooooooo," at the top of his lungs. His Dad was there
immediately and held him until he awoke and cried in his chest.
Eventually he was able to convince Fox to try to go back to sleep but
only after promising to hold him as he slept so he would be secure.
Walt knew that this recovery would take longer although the flesh would
heal it would take longer with the mind and vowed to make the SOB pay
for what he had done to his child. Awkward sentence - maybe 'recovery would take longer, the flesh would heal well before the mind'
The next morning after a night of nightmare after nightmare Walt left
Fox still in bed with Yoda in bed in his place to help take ease Fox's
nightmares. One look at Walt's face told the story that he hadn't
gotten much sleep the night before. He gladly accepted a cup of coffee
from his mom as he sat down at the breakfast table and nearly wolfed
down his breakfast. He wanted to find the man responsible for his son's
attack.
He had just finished as Sheriff Sam Cole was walking walked in the door with
Walter, Sr. He also accepted a cup of coffee but declined the breakfast.
"Sheriff, thanks for coming by so early. Did you bring the kit?" and at
Sam's nod, "then let's get started. Mom, would you mind waking Fox so
the Sheriff can interview him when he's finished with the truck?
Thanks, Mom."
Walt and his father led the Sheriff out to the covered truck and showed
him the scraped paint on the fender and requested that he try and left
prints from around the driver's side of the truck as well as the
interior of the truck. Sam complied and soon he had several to compare
with Fox and Mike's prints. He also took a sample of the paint, which
had been left on the fender when the truck had been forced from the
road.
With evidence in hand they went back in to find a sleepy Fox sitting on
a fluffy pillow at the breakfast table eating his breakfast. "How are
you doing, young man," asked the Sheriff?
Fox just looked at him with circles under his eyes and said, "Okay,"
before returning to his breakfast of pancakes and bacon. Sheriff Cole
turned to Walter and said, "I'll get these fingerprints in the system
and see what it tells us. Good 'bye, folks."
Walter, Sr. walked the sheriff out as Walter sat with his son while he
ate.
It was days later that Sheriff Cole once again made an appearance. This
time when he entered Fox was sitting easier and had abandoned the
pillow. His bottom had healed from the abrasions but was still tender.
He was watching TV with Yoda by his side. He was still sleeping with
his Dad since his nightmares hadn't ended completely.
His grandfather and father were also in the room watching the same show
- a football game.
"Walter, can I see you and your father for a moment," Sam Cole called
from the hall. Walter and his father hurried from the room and led the
way to the kitchen. Once there they all sat down to see what news the
Sheriff had brought.
"Walter, we found Fox's attacker...he's in jail in Allentown. His name
is Kirk Connors. It seems that after he attacked Fox he went home and
the next weekend went to American Plaza Shopping Center and picked a
fight with someone else about an identical scooter and in the flight
from authorities ran his vehicle into a tree and since he had been
drinking he was so relaxed and the authorities had been able to catch
him and lock him up. The person he picked the fight with is pressing
charges so Fox won't have to but I thought you and your father might
want to come with me to the jail and see him."
Walter and his father nodded and said they just needed to get their
coats and they would be ready. Walter went to the hall closet but his
father went up to his room to get his wallet as well.
What neither man knew was that Fox had overheard every word and had
scooted up to his grandfather's room as soon as he heard that his
attacker had been found and they were going to see him. He was going to
plead to be allowed to go only he wanted to take his grandfather's
pistol with him and use it to scare the man.
Fox found himself at his grandfather's dresser and he quietly opened the
front drawer and withdrew the box containing the pistol and bullets.
He hurriedly put the bullets in the pistol and pushed the box back in
the drawer and left the drawer partly opened. He was about the put the
pistol in his jacket pocket when he heard, "Fox? What are you doing in
my room, boy?"
Fox turned around slowly with the hand holding the gun behind his back
to meet the curious eyes of his grandfather. "Uh, nothing Gran. I saw
your hanker shift handkerchief on the floor and just came in to pick it up and return it to your drawer," he lied nervously.
"Fox you know you are a terrible liar so stop before you get yourself in
more trouble than you are already in and show me what is behind your
back," ordered Gran, holding his hand out.
Fox hesitated a moment too long and Walter raised his voice and ordered.
"FOX WILLIAM SKINNER GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!"
Fox hesitantly pulled his hand around and Walter, Sr. saw what he had in
his hand and cried, "Fox put it down now."
"No Gran...I want to get even with that man who hurt me," Fox started to
say only to be interrupted by his grandfather, "Fox give me the gun,"
and slowly walked towards him. As soon as he was close enough he
reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the pistol and pulled it from his
grandson's hand. Then he heard a gasp and turned around to see his son.
"I heard you shout Fox's name and came to see what was wrong," Walter
said as he went to Fox and grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him from
the room. He quick marched him downstairs and pushed him at his Mom in
the kitchen. "Watch him mom, I'll be right back," and went out to see
Sheriff Cole. "Sam something has come up with Fox; can we go to
Allenstown tomorrow?"
Sam nodded amiable amiably and left. Walter returned to his grandmother and son
and found his Dad there as well and said, "Fox William, I want to know
why you had Dad's gun and what you thought you were going to do with
it?"
Fox looked down and whispered, "I wanted to scare him like he did me. I
overheard the Sheriff talking to you and thought I could persuade you to
take me with you to see him."
"Son, you wanted revenge against the man who attacked you, that's
understandable but not acceptable behavior from you. You were taught
better than this and I am ashamed of you. I think you know what happens
next...go up to your room and wait for me," Walter said sternly.
Fox got up and headed for his room, tears already falling down his face.
Walter snagged Yoda as he went by and turned him outside. "Dad, Mom, I
wouldn't have thought that Fox would even consider something like that.
He took the gun," "and put bullets in it and then lied about it,"
interrupted Walter, Sr.
"How are you going to punish him, dear," asked Rachel?
"This is serious and could be more so if he had succeeded...he deserves
a session with the Persuader but I don't have the heart to use it on
him. The man who attacked him used a belt on him and it is still too
fresh on his mind so it will have to be the paddle or hand or both,
since he did commit two offenses. What do you think I should do, Dad?"
"I think you should paddle him for getting the gun and wanting revenge
and I'll spank him for lying. I think ten licks should be sufficient
and then leave me to spank him," advised Walter, Sr.
"I think he should also copy some Bible verses about vengeance and lying
afterward after you two are finished with him," added Rachel.
With his punishment agreed on Walter went upstairs with his father's
paddle in hand. He arrived at Fox's room to find the door opened and
his son sitting on his bed looking totally miserable. "Fox come here,"
and opened his arms to his son. Fox looked up and was in his father's
arms before the words were completely spoken. He started to cry softly
as he felt his father's arms embrace him.
"I-I don't w-want you to be ashamed of m-me, Dad," stuttered Fox. "I'm
s-sorry."
"Fox why did you take the gun?" Asked Walter.
"I only wanted to scare him like he did me. I wasn't going to use it on
him. I was so scared when he attacked me that night and still am from
the nightmares. I wanted him to experience that same terror...honest
Dad."
"Boy, when you take a loaded gun anywhere you can't be sure what might
happen. What you wanted to do rarely comes true. Fox, did you think
what might have happened if it had discharged prematurely? The bullet
could have harmed your grandparents, or me or yourself...you just can't
be sure when you have a loaded gun."
Walter could see by his son's horrified expression that he hadn't even
considered what could have happened. He had only been intent on revenge
and nothing else and now he that he was considering it he was doubly
sorry. "Fox do you understand now, why you have to be punished for your
actions?"
Fox nodded as the tears began to fall...this time due to what might have
happened. "Okay, I want you to position yourself over your desk.
First, I want you to lower your jeans and briefs."
Fox slowly made his way to his desk and did as he was told. He trembled
as he bent over the desk with his bottom bared for punishment. He felt
his father's hand on the small of his back holding him in position.
"Fox, your grandfather and I decided that what you did warrants two
punishments. I will paddle you for the gun incident and then later on
today your grandfather will spank you for lying. Your Gram also has
something for you to do as her part in this whole punishment. By the
time today is over you will be one sorry young man and I pray you won't ever
consider doing anything like this again. Now hold on...this is going to
hurt."
Fox held on to the desk as the traditional question was asked. "Fox why
are you being punished?"
"For taking a gun for revenge...even though it wasn't actually used,"
said Fox. He was hoping it would lessen the number of licks.
SMACK...SMACK ...The first two licks came down hard on his right and
then left buttock and Fox yelled out as the burning sensation began,
"Owwwww...ouch." The rest of the licks fell more slowly drawing out the
pain each lick gave. Soon Fox was dancing in place as his backside
blossomed in a fiery pain. His Dad paused before inflicting the last
four licks. All of these licks were delivered to his sit spot on each
buttock and Fox howled in pain as those tender spots burst in pain. As
soon as the 10th lick was given Fox was pulled up and pulled into the
all-forgiving hug, signaling that this part of the punishment was over.
Walter led his still sobbing son over to his bed and pulled the covers
back. He placed Fox on his stomach and pulled his jeans and briefs
completely off. Once Fox was situated Walter pulled a sleet over his
red and sore bottom and sat with him as he sobbed himself to sleep,
kissing him on his forehead before he left the room.
Walter wasn't surprised to find his parents waiting for him at the
bottom of the stairs. "How is he, dear?" asked Rachel. "He's fine, his
bottom is on fire but he now understands how dangerous handling a loaded
gun can be. He cried himself to sleep. That's why it took longer, I
stayed with him until he drifted off."
Walter turned to his father and said, "Dad, I told Fox you would be up
later this afternoon to deliver his spanking for lying, and Mom, I
warned him that you had something for him as well. Have you decided
what Bible verses he has to copy?"
"I'm one step ahead of you son and already have each Bible verse printed
out at the top of each page. I want him to write them each 100 times.
I'm sure that after he copies them while sitting on his sore bottom he
will think twice about considering doing that again...at least I pray he
will." Walter moved to let Yoda back in the house and watched as the
dog went up to be with his master.
Fox slept for an hour and was awakened by his grandmother as she came into
his room. "Fox, dear, it is time to wake up...you have some Bible
verses to copy."
Fox opened his eyes and said groggily, "Copy? Copy what?"
"Bible verses, dear. This is my part of your punishment. Now I'm
leaving a Bible verse for you to copy 100 times before lunch. You have
2 hours so I would get started if I were you." Fox watched as his Gram
laid down a legal sized pad with writing at the top. "I'll be back
after you have had a chance to get started, I had better not find you
still in bed or I will add to the pain on your bottom." With a kiss to
the top of his head Rachel left him to get up, dressed and to work.
Fox rolled gingerly on his back hissing as his sore bottom made contact
with the mattress. He hopped up before the pressure could build and
pulled on a pair of sweatpants and walked to his desk. He picked up the
pad and read the verses printed at the top of the pad and grimaced. His
Gram had picked a good one dealing with revenge. On the pad he read,
"Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it
is written: It is mine to avenge; I will repay, says the Lord." (Romans
12:19).
Fox pulled out the chair and sat down without thinking but jumped back
up immediately and got his pillow to sit on and then he got to work. He
was so involved in what he was doing he didn't even noticed when his
Gram looked in on him. Rachel smiled as she saw Fox was busily at work.
She knew he wouldn't be happy to learn he had more Bible verses to copy
after his spanking and that time it would be two different verses to
copy.
Fox was called down to lunch and he came down carrying the legal size
pad of paper and his pillow. It was all Rachel could do not to laugh at
him but took the pad he offered with a straight face and said, "Do you
understand why it is wrong to seek revenge, dear?"
"Yes, ma'am, especially after copying that Bible verse on revenge while
sitting on a sore bottom."
Fox then went and put his pillow on his chair and gently sat down and
waited for lunch to be served. He didn't have long to wait when his
Gram placed a full plate of roast beef with carrots and mashed potatoes
and gravy on his plate. He looked with distain disdain at the carrots but knew
better than to protest and after prayers poured a fair amount of gravy
over the carrots and ate every last bite of his lunch. He drank the
glass of milk at his place and asked, "Is there any dessert?" Which
brought smiles to everyone's face.
After eating his second slice of chocolate cake Rachel sent Fox back to
his room with two more Bible verses to copy. "Fox, I want you to copy
these two verses 100 times each," and handed him two more legal size
pads with these Bible verses, "The LORD detests lying lips, but he
delights in men who are truthful." (Proverbs 12:22) and "You love evil
more than good, Lying rather than speaking righteousness. Selah."
(Psalms 52:3). "Gram, this is going to take hours," he grumbled until
he saw this expression on his grandfather's face and fled upstairs with
Yoda at his heels, before his Gran could take him in hand.
It was around 4p.m. when Gran made his way to his grandson's room. Fox
had been very quiet since lunch and Walter thought to finish his part of
Fox's punishment now. He looked into Fox's room and wasn't surprise to
find him asleep on his bed with Yoda on guard at the foot of the bed.
Yoda's wagging tail woke Fox and he looked up to his grandfather looking
in. "Hi Gran. I finished copying the Bible verses and just decided to
lie down for a minute or two. I guess I fell asleep."
Walter nodded and came all the way in. "Fox, it is time for your
spanking for lying. Send Yoda out of the room."
Fox's lip began to quiver at the thought of the spanking he was about to
get but obediently got up and pulled Yoda from the room. He returned
and stood awkwardly in front of his Gran. "Gran, I really have learned
my lesson. I won't lie to you ever again. Please don't spank me,"
pleaded Fox.
Walter pulled Fox to him and said, "Sorry son, that isn't the way it
works. You should have considered the consequences of your actions
before you told the lie, not afterwards. You have had this lesson
applied to your backside on more than one occasion, I intend to make
sure that the next time you think of lying to me, this will come to mind
immediately. Lower your pants and briefs and place yourself over my lap
and let's get started."
Fox did as he was told and soon found himself looking at the carpet
while his Gran prepared to blister his bottom but good. "Fox, why are
you getting this spanking?"
"For lying to you about the gun," cried Fox as the tears were beginning
to fall. Walter sighed and began to spank his grandson.
SMACK...Owwwww...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...and Walter began spanking in
earnest. He varied from cheek to cheek after applying four licks to
each spot before moving on. Fox began to squirm as his bottom caught
fire and finally he began to wail as each lick was applied.
"Owwww...please stop, Gran. It hurts, it hurts. I'm
sorry...owwhhllllll," Fox howled as the licks got harder and his bottom
turned scarlet in color. Walter didn't stop until he had painted his
grandson's bottom a uniformly scarlet in color and Fox had given over
completely to his spanking and just laid still and sobbed.
Walter let Fox cry some more before gathering him in his arms and
letting him sob on his chest. "Grannnnn? I'm sorry about l-lying to
y-you," he sobbed. "I know you are, boy," as Walter held him closer and
began to rub in back in an effort to comfort him. Walter held him until
he had cried himself to sleep. He then put him to bed on his stomach,
after pulling his pants and briefs completely off, with a light sheet
over his blazing backside.
Walter let Yoda back in and watched as he once again took his position
at the foot of the bed before going down the stairs. He wandered into
the kitchen to find his wife and son. "He has been spanked and his
punishment is at an end. Yoda is guarding our boy's sleep."
It was supper and Fox hadn't made an appearance yet. Walter looked at
his wife and son and said, "He must be still asleep. I'll go and wake
him," and started to leave only to be met by the boy in question. Fox
was dragging his pillow once again and after placing it in his chair
turned to face his family. "Dad? Gram? Gran? I want to apologize for
my actions today. When I picked up the gun, I thought only of revenge
not what else might have happened. Dad explained that to me real well
this morning and I don't want to ever pick up another gun again. I am
not a very good liar and you would think I would quit before I really
got my self hurt...maybe this spanking Gran gave me will help me to
consider consequences before I acted act. Gram, I don't want to be the
person that seeks revenge and lies all of the time...I'll try and do
better."
He looked so sincere and sorry for the day's events that his family
joined with him in a family hug and Fox laid his head on his Dad's
shoulders knowing that he was forgiven and all was well in the family
once again.
The End