This story has been going around in my head since I saw the 'Dawson's Creek' episode 'Valentine's Day Massacre'. I kept thinking-what if they'd developed it just a bit further? And this came out. This is my first published attempt at writing such stories-I guess you'll be able to tell. This story was inspired by Eric Blyton's wonderful stories, go read 'em if you haven't done so yet! I don't own the characters from 'Dawson's Creek'-they belong to Kevin Williamson and to the TV network, whichever one it is. I'm only borrowing them for a bit. WARNING: This story contains spoilers for a certain episode of the third season of Dawson's Creek-You have been warned.
Our story so far (what went on during the episode itself): Dawson (James Van Der Beek) who's 16, got talked into going to an illegal party by his best friend Pacey (Joshua Jackson) and some of their friends. The party was stopped by the police-Pacey's brother Doug, and everyone present was arrested. Mitch, Dawson's father (John Wesley Shipp) was really angry with Dawson, because it wasn't his first bit of troublemaking that year, and he let Dawson know that when he bailed him out, along with everybody else. Pacey, however, stayed in jail, because his father, the town sheriff, thought it would be a suitable punishment. And now that you've been thoroughly spoiled, on with the story.
" ....You're forcing me to start acting like....A parent."
Dawson stared at his father, not understanding.
"I want you to go up to your room, Dawson, and wait for me there." Mitch told him, "I'll be up in a few minutes."
Dawson nodded and went upstairs, still puzzled. He knew his dad was angry about the party-or more likely, that he got arrested at it, but he had no idea what his father was planning.
Mitch walked into Dawson's room with a wooden hairbrush in his hand, and put it on the desk. He looked at Dawson, who was sitting on his bed.
"You did a very childish, irresponsible thing tonight, and I can't let it pass. Your behavior has been getting worse and worse this year-I don't know whether you've finally reached puberty, or maybe you're just doing all this because the textbooks say you should- but it has to stop. It's becoming dangerous, and I really don't have to come by that station to bail you out again." He sat down, "Since you've been acting like a child, you'll be punished like one, " Mitch smiled slightly, " besides being grounded, that is...." Dawson nodded-he'd expected that. Then his father dropped the bombshell.
"I think I'm going to have to spank you, Dawson." Dawson jumped of the bed in surprise.
"You have GOT to be kidding me-I'm not some kid! You can't do this!"
"Until you stop acting like a kid, you'll be treated like one. And you're MY kid, I CAN, and will, spank you. Now take off your pants."
"No way....I'm sure there's another way-you haven't done this since I was, like, nine. You can't start now!" Dawson had backed up against a wall, as he felt the blood drain from his face. He couldn't believe his father-not now off all days.... He felt sick with fear-or maybe it was the beer he'd had at the party.
"Every bit of arguing earns you more time over my knees, Dawson, so get moving!"
"Over your- no. Oh, no. No way...." Dawson was getting desperate.
"Don't make me come and get you, son." Mitch stood up and walked towards him, "Save us both the trouble. Just take off your pants. Now!" Dawson gave up; he knew there was no way he could physically fight his way out, and talking wasn't helping. He started undoing the fly on his jeans.
"'Atta boy, Dawson." His father said when he'd removed his jeans. " Now come here." Mitch pulled him over with one hand, the other reaching for the hairbrush. " Now see what your mother has left us- probably forgot it here when she moved. Never mind though, it'll do perfectly." Dawson's mind was reeling-his dad had never spanked him with anything other than his hand. Before he could resist, he was over his father's lap, with his head dangling on one side, his legs on the other. Blood rushed to his face-he felt like a baby.... Suddenly he felt air on his behind, and realized that his dad had pulled his shorts down.
"Dad? What are you doing?" he asked, close to panic.
"I'm getting you ready for a nice bare-bottom spanking." Was the calm answer.
"Not bare....Dad, please....Don't...."
"I'm sorry Dawson, but you've left me no choice." And with that, his father started spanking him soundly.
"I know dad, " Dawson's breath caught, and he swallowed, trying to
ignore the burn in his butt and the sting in his eyes, "I'm sorry....please....stop...." No, no way to
avoid it; soon Dawson was sobbing, trying with all his strength do
escape. His father was the school football coach, and he had a very
strong arm. The pain in Dawson's butt was getting worse, and he was
really humiliated. Over his father's knees, bawling like a baby....he SO hoped no one at school finds out. By now he was crying
out every now and then, unable to stop himself.
"What were you thinking, Dawson? I know you couldn't have thought
this out alone-your good sense would've stopped you in time. Who was
it? No, don't tell me, let me guess- Pacey, right? That boy has some
serious problems, and as much as I like him, I don't like the idea
of him dragging you into trouble like that. I think I'm going to call
Sheriff Witter when we're done here, and see what he thinks."
"Dad, NO" Dawson protested through his tears, "That wouldn't be fair....to Pacey. You know how his father is.....Ouch!
F....." Dawson stopped himself just in time.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, son, and I'm still going
to call John. Now, only one more minute for talking back, and we're
finished. "
That didn't give Dawson much hope-another minute was longer than he
could stand. He gave up fighting and just lay there, crying hard.
In a way, it felt kind of good to let go. His father covered his entire
butt several times, turning it a bright shade of red, and moved down
to his thighs. After a while, Dawson was crying so hard he could hardly
breathe.
Dawson rolled away and curled up into a ball of misery on his bed,
rubbing his
butt and saying nothing. Mitch took his shoulder and rolled him over.
Dawson's eyes filled with tears again when his butt hit the bed.
"Listen to me, son" Mitch looked at him, "Dawson-look at me-now."
Dawson looked up at the slightly blurry image of his dad. "I did this
because I love you, son, and I don't want you to get hurt doing stupid
things, do you understand?"
Dawson nodded, then looked away. "I know. I'm sorry, really I am."
He whispered. Mitch leaned over and hugged him.
"I'm sure you are. And I'm quite sure we won't be repeating this evening
again, both parts of it. In fact, if you ever do something this stupid
again, I'll make this spanking seem mild. Is that clear?"
"Yeah....I'm sorry dad...." Dawson buried
his face in the pillow and went on crying. Mitch laid a hand on his
head for a second and left. Through the haze he seemed to be in, Dawson
heard him pick up the phone and dial.
"John? Yes, I know what time it is....no, no emergency....wanted to talk to you about this evening....yeah,
the party....kids will be kids is fine, but this is going
too far-they're only sixteen, you know....huh? Oh, gave
him a good spanking.... Bet it's been a while for you
too.... He won't be going to ANY parties in the near
future....Yeah, I think you should, it might help drive
the point home....sure, doing it tomorrow would be pointless....I know it's tomorrow already....yeah, good luck."
And he hung up.
Dawson was absolutely mortified-he couldn't believe that his dad had
told the town sheriff about it all. He was also worried about Pacey.
He suddenly noticed that his face was covered with tears, and got
up to do something about it, only to fall back on his bed with a whimper.
How could anything hurt that bad? Mitch had heard him, and stuck his
head into Dawson's room.
"Get some sleep, Dawson, it's nearly 3 a. m. You're lucky tomorrow
is Sunday." He said quietly.
"Y'shouldn't have done that....you don't know how Pacey's
dad can be....He's always hard on him....It's
your fault if anything happens to him." Dawson mumbled in reply. He
was worried that Mitch might be angry again, but his dad only sighed.
"This time, I think he needs to be hard on him. You both deserve it."
Dawson ignored him, and settled in for an uncomfortable, sleepless
night.
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