Dylan stood with his brothers drinking, laughing and remembering their childhood escapades. It was hard for him to believe that they were all grown up with children of their own now. His oldest brothers, Declan and Duncan, the twins, were grandfathers already! Altogether they had presented their parents, Delores (Dolly) and Dooley with 30 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren. Dylan was an uncle 29 times over, having only contributed one kid to the mix. He was always being teased about this, especially by his brother Dolan who had matched their parents's feat of seven offspring. But then, being the youngest of seven boys, he was used to teasing, and could pretty much give as good as he got. His answer was that when you get it right the first time, you don't have to keep trying. That shut them up . . .usually.
He was listening to Dugan tell the one about setting the cherry bombs off in the choir loft during Good Friday Mass when he saw his son opening the beer cooler.
"NICK!" he shouted, startling the boy. "Wrong cooler." He pointed to the large blue cooler, stenciled very clearly with the Pepsi-Cola logo, which sat on the other side of the yard. "That's the one you want, kiddo."
Nicky, embarrassed, dropped the lid of the cooler he was at and trudged across the yard to get a Pepsi from the soda cooler. He wasn't really thirsty, but he felt he had to take one, so it would look like he really had gotten the coolers mixed up, and he could keep some dignity.
Dylan's brothers ribbed him about that.
"Your boy BLIND, there, Dylan?" Devan laughed, the other brothers chuckled too.
"He's getting to be about sixteen, isn't he Dylan?" Dunstan asked.
"He is sixteen, he'll be seventeen in December."
"I thought he was around my Mike's age." Dunstan said. "You mean you still don't let him nip a beer once in a while?"
"Hell, no!" Dylan answered. "You do?"
"Well, sure, of course. They ain't babies no more." Dunstan said, swigging his third brew.
Dylan looked over at the circle of nephews which surrounded his son; Dunstan's sons Mike, 15, and Jim, 18, Duncan's youngest Troy, 19, Devan's Dennis, 15, Declan's twins Blake and Blaze, 16 and Dolan's boys Gabriel, 20, Aaron 19, Seth, 18, and Jordan 17. Quite a crowd. They probably dared Nick to do it in the first place. He wondered if they were harassing Nicky right now. There was some laughter, a little pushing, nothing serious, but it did look like Nick was the object of their taunting. Should Dylan stop it? He wanted to . . . but no, he shouldn't. Nick would have to learn to deal with peer pressure and temptation in his life, he may as well start learning now.
Less than an hour later, Dugan called his attention back to the metal beer cooler. "You better get Dominic to a doctor fast, little brother, looks like he's got a magnet in his ass." He and Dunstan chuckled over that one.
Dylan turned toward the cooler. He saw Nick, this time accompanied by his cousins Blake and Blaze, standing around the beer cooler, trying to look casual. "Boys!" Dylan yelled, "Get away from there!" He got three guilty looks as his son and nephews pretended that they hadn't realized what they were standing around, and then moved away. He saw his brother Declan, get up from the picnic table and corral his twins by the side of the house to administer his own verbal warning. Apparently Declan didn't allow any underage drinking in his family either.
Dylan looked for Nick, to give him a little talking to as well, but he had disappeared. Probably behind the barn or out in the front with his cousins. Dylan decided to let it slide. He wasn't really in any more of a mood to give a lecture than Nick probably was to receive one. He'd been warned twice, Dylan doubted that he'd try it again.
He was wrong. Just after the family had eaten lunch, he saw Nick there again. He didn't yell out this time. For all he wanted Nick to learn about peer pressure, he'd been subjected to about enough from his own brothers today. Instead he walked up behind his son and put his hand on his shoulder. Nick froze. Dylan leaned over and whispered very calmly in his ear.
"Nick, you know better than to even try and sneak a drink. I have warned you three times now. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you today, boy, but let me tell you this, if I see you even looking like you are thinking about going near this cooler again, I am gonna spank your butt, right here, in front of everyone. Are we clear on that?"
Nick eyes, widened, his face paled, he swallowed hard and nodded.
That wasn't good enough for his Dad, "I said, are we clear?"
"Crystal, Dad." Nick croaked out in a hoarse whisper.
"Good. Now, do you need to come into the house with me and get a little reminder right now?" Dylan patted his thigh, but he turned his body so that only Nick could see the gesture.
"NO SIR!" Nick said in a loud, panicked whisper. Then he got control of himself and lowered his voice. "No, please, Dad! Please no, I'll be good, really! Please don't, Dad! Please? Please?"
Dylan thought about it. He should, Nick definitely deserved it. But on the other hand, he didn't want to humiliate him in front of his cousins, and it would almost surely get around. To be completely honest, he didn't want to spend the rest of the day defending himself to his brothers either. Dylan sighed. "Okay. But you understand that you are this close, got it?"
"Yes sir." Nick answered, a huge smile lighting up his face. "Thanks, Dad! I'll be good, I promise! Thank you!"
"We ARE going to discuss this when we get home, young man."
"Yes, Dad." Nick nodded. He knew that definitely meant a spanking, maybe a paddling too, that was usually what he got for repeated disobedience, but at the moment he didn't care. He had just talked his Dad out of spanking him! Even if it was just a delay, still, he'd never been able to pull anything like that off before! Wow!
"Go and help your Granddad with the bar-b-que pit."
"Okay, Dad." Nick ran off, still with a smile on his face.
Around six o'clock, as dusk was falling, everyone pitched in to pack up all the food, tidy up the yard, wash all the dishes, load all the cars and line up for hugs and kisses. Dylan's Dad pulled him off to the side while Nicky was doing the rounds of his aunts and his Grandma, getting his cheeks pinched and kissed and patted for the thousandth time.
"Dylan Sean, you've got a good boy there." Dooley pulled his youngest son into a hug.
"Thanks, Dad. I try." Dylan grinned.
"Yes ya do, son, yes ya do. Nicky's never been in any real trouble. He's sweet to your mother and he's always a big help to me." Dooley paused for a moment, looking into Dylan's eyes. "Now he got a little out of line today. It wasn't really bad, most boys try that trick at some point, and so you might be inclined to let him off with a warning. But son, I want you to remember how he got to be such a well behaved kid, they're not born that way you know, and you do what you have to do to keep him that way."
Dylan smiled, it was a relief to know that someone was on his side in this. "Yes, Dad. It'll be done. You can count on it."
Dooley smiled, "That's my boy. I know how hard it's gonna be. I'm proud of you son."
Just then, Nick showed up, putting his hand on his Dylan's shoulder. "Dad, are you ready?"
"Escaped the women, did ya kiddo?" Dylan laughed.
"Just barely. Let's split before they find out, huh?"
"Ah ah ah, you're not going anywhere without a hug from your old Granddad!" Dooley pulled Nick into his arms.
Nick hugged back, "Bye Granddad. You want me to help you put the picnic tables back in the barn before we go?"
"I appreciate the offer, Nicky, but you and the twins helped me set up, I think I'll get some of your lazy cousins to help me put everything back."
"Okay." Nick nodded. He watched his Dad give his Grandma a quick kiss, then followed him out to their car.
Nick and Dylan talked about their day, omitting the unpleasantness, and soon two hours had passed and they were pulling into their own driveway. They each grabbed an armload of leftovers and got everything into the house and put away in one trip. Nick was quiet. Now he was starting to get nervous.
"Nick." His Dad's voice made him jump. "Put your nose in the corner and don't move until I tell you to."
"Yes, Dad." Nick said unsteadily. He clamped his jaw shut tight and balled his hands into fists as he walked to 'the corner'. Only one corner in the house was 'the corner'. It was in the living room, the meeting of two white walls with no windows anywhere close. Standing there turned his back to everything in the room, far enough away that he could just barely hear the T. V or the telephone. He HATED HATED HATED it! It took all he had to keep from punching the wall when he arrived in position. _d_a_m_n_ it! He shouldn't have to DO this anymore! He'd grown out of all this already! Corner time, and bare over-the-knee spankings and paddlings and writing sentences and ALL of this bull_s_h_i_t_ that his Dad was making him do again! He HAD been past it. His only punishment for anything had been a few licks with the belt over his jeans up until four months ago, when his Dad had decided to throw out their old house rules, which they had AGREED on, and go back to all this childish _s_h_i_t_! He'd said Nick was 'pushing the boundaries' he'd said that he was 'taking control' before Nick 'went too far'.
He could hear his Dad upstairs. Changing into sweats probably. Then he heard his footsteps on the stairs. _s_h_i_t_! Why did he try to go for that beer? WHY did he try again and AGAIN? He was a _f_u_c_k_ing IDIOT! He heard his Dad pull the heavy armless chair into the middle of the room. _f_u_c_k_!
"Come here, Nick"
Nick turned around. Yeah, his Dad had changed into sweats. He was sitting on the chair. He wasn't happy. Nick walked to him.
Dylan looked up at his son. Nick's blue eyes were already watering. He had a little erection too, nerves and fear. Best get this over with. He patted his thigh.
Nick swallowed. "Dad, it wasn't my idea-"
"Dominic, " Dylan interrupted. "I am sure you have a lot to say. But it all comes down to this. You know the rules. You know that drinking is against the rules. It was your decision and you decided to break the rules. You disobeyed me, not once, but three times, and in public as well. You've earned punishment and you need discipline. Now take down your jeans and shorts and bend over my knee."
Nick felt stupid. He slipped out of his shoes. God, he didn't mean it to sound like he was trying to get out of it. He only wanted his Dad to know that it wasn't like he just decided all on his own to - it didn't matter. His Dad was right anyway. Nick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. It had been his decision. It was nobody's fault but his own. He grasped the elastic band of his underwear and pulled them down with his jeans. He'd have to be a man and take the consequences. He laid himself over his Dad's lap, as well as he could. That part was so awkward for him. Especially with a hard on, which always seemed to pop up right at spanking time, just so he could be twice as embarrassed. 'Thanks buddy,' he mentally told his penis, 'thanks a lot!'
Dylan positioned his son so that his feet weren't touching the floor, putting Nick off balance. Nick grabbed his Dad's calf and held on. Dylan counted to ten slowly, making sure he wasn't angry. He felt Nicky squirm, trying to find balance. He noticed that Nick's pale round buns were shaking. They always did. Dylan put his hand on them, to calm his son. It had the complete opposite effect, Nick gasped loudly and tightened his rear, as if he'd been struck. Dylan, bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. He patted Nick softly then let his hand fall in a hard smack, right in the middle of his target. Nick jerked up hard. Dylan tightened his grip and spanked the right cheek three times and then the left cheek three times. Nick held himself still. Dylan gave him three more, in the center. He could feel his son breathing hard. That was what Dylan considered the warm-up. Dylan took a deep breath and started into the real spanking. He smacked Nick's bottom hard and steady.
Three blows down the left cheek.
"Ah" *squirm*
Two at the most sensitive spot, the bottom curve of the buttock at the thigh joint.
"OH!" "OUCH!" *buck hard*
One to the upper left thigh.
"AH! Dad!"
Three blows up the central crevice.
"OW!" *tries to roll to the side*
Three blows down the right cheek.
"Ahh-ow!"
Two at the right curve and joint.
"OH!" *hard kick* "OW ow ow."
One to the right upper thigh.
"OUCH! Dad! PLEEEASE!"
Then back up the right cheek.
"Ow! Ow! OW!"
Down the crack.
"OH! STOP! DAD! OUCH! OH!"
One to the left upper thigh.
"OOOOOO!"
Two to the left curve and joint.
"AH_OWOW!!! I'M SORRY! DAD, PLEASE!"
Up the left cheek.
"OooooOwoooOW!"
And repeat the cycle until the entire area is a warm light pink.
"Oucch OH OUCH DAD! AH! WAH!" *buck* "OH! NO! OH! DAD! OUCH!" *kick* "I'm So-OW! Sorry! PleeeEEEeeease! OW! OUCH!" *tries to roll* "OUCH!! DAD NO! OH! I won't OUCH won't do it again! OH! PLEASE! OUCH OH! OW! I'm sorry! OW! SORRY! DAD! OUCH! OH PLEASE!" *buck* "NO! STOP!" *BUCK HARD* "PLEASE DAD! OUCH! PLEASE! I'll Be OUCH OW! G- OW! GOOD! OOOOOOOOOOOO! OW! OH Daddy, OW OH! OUCH! *kick wildly* OUCH! OW OW OH! OUCH OUWOHGH! AHHOWWRHGH! OOOOO! OH! AHHHGRHHH! OUGHAHHHOW!"
Dylan stopped. Nicky was sniffling and panting hard. He'd kicked off his pants and shorts. His erection was gone. His face was wet with tears. Dylan lightly rubbed his son's bottom and then put him on his feet. "Son, bring me your paddle."
A sob escaped Nick's throat as he turned and walked quickly from the room. His paddle was ½ inch thick pine wood, a foot long, four inches wide, with a four inch long, two inch wide handle. It hung on the wall above his Dad's workbench. Dylan often teased him about hanging it in his room, or in the living room above the T. V. Nick didn't think that was very funny. Dylan didn't plan to move it, however. Though his son hadn't caught on to it yet, the placement of the paddle ensured that Nick would avoid the room as much as possible and definitely keep his friends out of it, which had the bonus of keeping him and his friends away from the dangerous tools in the workroom. Nick reached up and grabbed the paddle and hurried back to his Dad. He didn't want the paddling, not at all, that paddle stung like hell! But since he knew he was getting it anyway, he wanted to show his father that he wouldn't try to get out of it. That he would be responsible and take his punishment. That what he'd said before the spanking wasn't an excuse or whining. He wanted to at least earn his father's respect. He e-entered the room and handed his paddle to his Dad.
"Good, son." Dylan, rubbed Nicky's blond hair. "I want you to understand, that the spanking was for breaking the rule. This is for disobeying me three times." He sat back down and pulled his son to him, helping Nicky back down onto his lap.
Nick gripped his Dad's leg hard and braced himself. Dylan got a good grip on the handle and started an even paddling rhythm.
One blow to the crown of Nick's buttocks.
"AH!" *SOB*
Then one to the undercurve.
"OH!" *SOB*
And repeat until the flesh is hot and red.
SOBBING* "OUCH-O-OWOWOW! DA_OW! DAD! OH! DAHHHHD! AH! I-AH-I'm-AAAAAAAH! SAAAAAAAH- SO-OH! _SAHHHHwry! AH DAHH! NOOOOO! STAHH! STAH! STOP! P-P-Please! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASAE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oooooooooooow! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOWWWWWaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooAAAAAAAAAAAWWWOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWOWWOWWWWWAAAAHHRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOWOWOWOWOOOOOOOH! Auwwwoooooooooooowwwwwwwaaaaaaauuurrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhoooooowwwwwwwww! OUCH! OO! WOWOW! OUCH! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOUCH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Dylan stopped. This time there were tears in his own eyes. He lifted Nick off of his lap and supported him as he walked him to the couch. Dylan sat down and put his son upright on his lap. Nick turned and buried his face in his Dad's shoulder, still crying. Dylan reached one handed into a drawer in the end table and extracted a jar of cold cream. He flipped the lid off and scooped up a handful which he soothed onto his son's bottom. Nicky yelped at first when he felt the cool substance against his burning fanny.
"Shhh, it's okay Knick-Knack." Dylan said softly, using a pet name from Nicky's babyhood. "It's okay. This'll make you feel better, baby. It's all right now. Dad's got you. It's okay. Settle down now, baby, Daddy's got you, little one, it's all over now. That's my good boy. All over now, babe. There's Daddy's little munchkin. That's a boy. Take it easy now. It's all right. There, there now, little one. Shhh, hush now." Dylan kept up a comforting monologue as he rubbed Nick and listened to him cry himself out.
It took a while, nearly an hour, but at last Nick was calmed down. He lifted his head from his father's shoulder and released the tight grip he'd had around his Dad's neck. "I'm so sorry Dad."
Dylan smiled, and brushed his son's tears away. "I know, Nicky. I forgive you. I love you, Knick-Knack, you know that?"
Now, finally, Nick smiled. "I know Dad, I love you too." Nick hugged his Dad once more. "I love you too!"
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