Author's Note: I've had this one on my list for a while. It was a story I originally planed by myself, but a number of requests have come for it.

Background: This is based on the characters from the movie "Home Alone" It takes place after the first movie and before the inferior, copycat sequel. We won't even mention part 3, a shameless attempt to milk more money out of a declining franchise. For those not in the know, Home Alone was about a boy named Kevin McCalister (Macauly Culkin) who got in an argument with the rest of his family the night before their Christmas vacation. Due to a hectic confusion, he got left the next morning. He thought he'd wished them away and proceeded to have a good time in the house. The threat of two burglars caused him to become more responsible and he protected the house with elaborate booby traps. The crooks got caught (after suffering much abuse) and he decided that he missed his family. His family came back, having been very delayed by holiday weather and traffic, and all was well. For a while.

Kevin McCalister was in a grumpy mood and was making sure his parents knew it.

"I don't know why we have to spend Easter Break staying over at Uncle Frank's," he groused, "Why can't we go somewhere else?"

"Because," his mother told him, "That's what your Father and I decided we were going to do. Now stop being such a pain in the neck about it."

"But I'll have to sleep in a bed with Fuller. He'll pee all over me, I know it."

"His mother told me he's growing out of it. And anyway, if you prefer, you can sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag."

"Oh, great. I get to sleep on a hard wooden floor. Some vacation."

"Kevin, I've heard all from you that I want to. We're going and it's not a subject for debate. You go up to your room and go to sleep. I don't want you grouchy in the car tomorrow."

With a pout on his cute face, Kevin turned and stormed up the stairs. He passed his older brother on the way, and the great lout used the opportunity to bully him a little bit.

"Hey, you little dweeb," the big goof said, "You better pack your raincoat so Fuller doesn't get you all wet."

"Shut up, Biff," Kevin shouted, "I'm not sleeping with Fuller!"

"Yes, you are," the goon said as the smaller boy pushed his way past him, "He's gonna pee all over you!"

Kevin reached his room and slammed the door shut. He was fuming as he undressed for bed. Why couldn't they go somewhere else for the holiday? Kevin didn't dislike his cousins; even Fuller was all right as long as he wasn't in the same bed, but he couldn't stand Uncle Frank and didn't see why he had to deal with him when he was supposed to be having a good time. He climbed into bed and turned off the light. Why couldn't it be like last time when he got left home alone? He take care of himself well enough. It would beat having Uncle Frank pick on him for a week. With these thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, his first thought was how quiet the house was. Kevin was by no means the first to rise in his family and he wondered what was up. He got out of bed and made his way through the house. The bedrooms were all open and empty. No-one was downstairs and all the suitcases except for his were gone. Rapidly dressing, he ran out to check the garage, but the cars were gone. It was clear to Kevin what had happened; because he grumbled so much, his family had left him when they went over to Uncle Frank's. That was probably his mother's idea of punishment, but Kevin was ecstatic. A whole week all to himself! What to do first?

He sat down and made himself breakfast. Of course, that consisted of a cereal so sweet with sugar that it almost caused his pancreas to go into shock. Feeling naughty and defiant, he deliberately neglected to take his vitamins. Ignoring the slightly sick feeling in his stomach, he tore through the house, sliding down the banister, invading Biff's room and generally doing everything he wasn't supposed to do.

A few weeks ago, he had overheard Biff telling one of his creepy friends that their father kept a stash of Playboy magazines hidden somewhere in his bedroom. Kevin resolved to find them. He wasn't supposed to go into his parent's bedroom with being asked, but hey, who was here to know?

The magazines weren't easy to find; Kevin went through all of his Dad's drawers, looked under the bed, and searched the bathroom before he found them in a box in his closet. Taking out a stack, he spread them out on his parents' bed and browsed through them. Naked women didn't actually interest Kevin all that much; he was just looking because it was something he wasn't supposed to do, so soon he go bored with this and looked for something else to do. Reaching further into the box, he found some video tapes. They were not in slipcovers, but the labels on the side identified them with such titles as "Good Evening, Vietnam", "The Pink Lagoon", "Indiana Joan" and "Intercourse With The Vampire". Kevin had no idea what was on these tapes, but he was sure it had to be good otherwise they wouldn't be hidden up here. His parents had a VCR in their bedroom, but the TV in the living room was better, so Kevin took one called "Dances With Foxes" and headed downstairs with it. He popped it in the machine and sat back to enjoy the show.

To say he was stunned by what came up on the screen would be to understate things. He had vaguely heard of _s_e_x_ and had the dimmest idea of what was involved, but there it was in front of him in its rawest form. A woman was moaning while a man stuck his enormous penis up her. Kevin figured she was in pain; that sure must hurt! Did all men get _d_i_c_k_s as big as that, he wondered. He felt in his pants for his own small, hairless member. For some reason it had gotten stiff like the man on the TV, but he had a long way to go before he got to that size. Fascinated, Kevin watched the whole movie and then went to get another one. There was no plot to these movies, but the variety of the different acts was more than enough to keep his interest. He saw two women go at it, he saw a woman sit on a man's face, he saw a man stick his _d_i_c_k_ up a woman's butthole. He wondered if a guy could do that to another guy. While watching a woman take three men at once, in the front, rear and mouth, he realized he was hungry. Calling Dominoes, he odered a large pizza with extra cheese. Last time he had done this, he had scared the delivery boy away, but this time he decided he'd better pay. He knew where his parents kept some money for emergencies so he snagged a twenty and waited. A pimple-faced teenager delivered it and he paid him.

He sat back in front of the TV to watch while he ate. The afternoon grew long and he could tell dusk was approaching. All of a sudden, he started to worry. The Wet Bandits were in jail, but they weren't the only crooks in the world. What if someone came and tried to break in again? Kevin felt very alone and vulnerable in the great big house.

'Well, I know how to defend the house' he thought to himself. 'I better set some things up just in case.'

Kevin spent the next couple as darkness fell rigging various traps. He hoped they would be unnecessary, but better to be safe than sorry. The last trap was rigged and he had relaxed when he heard footsteps coming up the walkway. In a panic, he ran up the steps; the front door was set up to spring a trap on its own, but the next one needed him to be there.

He saw the person outside trying to turn the knob. When the door didn't open, he heard scuffling noises as if the lock was being picked. The latch sprang and the door swung slowly open and a figure started to step inside. As the door opened, it knocked over a pail of water Kevin had balanced over the mat and it came down on the burglar's head. Kevin heard a muffled yell as the bucket lodged itself over the man's head. The man stumbled forward, and Kevin sprung his next trap. He had a paint can on a rope, and he let it swing down the stairwell and it caught the man full in the stomach. It knocked him back and he fell over. This had the effect of sending the pail from his head as he hit the floor. With a shock, Kevin recognized the face under the bucket; it was his father!

He was too stunned to say anything; he just stood at the top of the stairs as his father got up.

'WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, YOUNG MAN!" Mr. McCalister yelled, "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"

"I....ah....thought you were a burglar," he said quietly.

"A burglar! How many burglars would come in the front door using the key!?" the angry man said as he got control of his temper. "You come down here at once!"

Kevin trudged down the stairs. How had he gotten in this mess? Surely his dad would see that he was just trying to protect the house.

"I thought you all went to Uncle Frank's without me," he said.

"Didn't you see the note I left on the table?" his father asked.

Kevin numbly shook his head.

"Well, if you had bothered to look, you would have seen that I got delayed for a day with work and decided to sent the rest of the family ahead. Since you seemed so reluctant to go, I thought you might want to stay home with me for an extra day. Everything was in the note right there."

Mr. McCalister walked through to the table to show Kevin the note. Now that he was looking for it, Kevin didn't know how he had missed it. But his father's eyes had caught something else.

"Kevin, where did you get that Pizza?"

Well, Dominoes."

"I know that, silly boy. I see that on the box. What I meant was how did you pay for it?"

"Well, I, ah, took some money from the emergency stash."

"That's for emergencies, you bad boy! Not for when you get the munchies! There's plenty of food in this house for you to eat!"

Kevin could tell he was in real trouble, so he kept his mouth shut and hoped he could calm his Dad down. No such luck.

"Kevin, where did you get this movie?" his Dad asked holding up one of the videos. He wasn't yelling now; his voice was low and even, but Kevin found this even more threatening. He knew there was no point in lying; the box was still spread out on his parents' bed, so he told the truth.

"From your room," he mumbled, looking at the floor.

"I don't believe it, Kevin," Mr. McCalister said, "I thought after last time that you were responsible and could be left unsupervised. Looks like I made a mistake there, but I won't make another one."

"What do you mean, Dad," Kevin asked nervously.

"What I mean, young man, is that you are going to be severely punished for your activities today."

"Does that mean I'm grounded?"

"No it most certainly does not. It means that I'm going to give you a very hard spanking."

Kevin's jaw dropped. A few times in his life, he had been spanked by his mother, usually when he had caused her to loose her patience. Each time she had just grabbed him, turned him around, and given him a few hard swats on the seat of his pants. They hadn't really hurt, it was more the shock of it as well as a bit of shame. His Dad had never spanked him, but somehow Kevin knew he was really in for it.

"Take off your shirt and pants, Kevin," his father ordered in a businesslike manner.

Nervously, Kevin complied. Yes, this was going to be bad all right.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" Kevin said as he took his pants off. "Please don't spank me!"

"Not half as sorry as you're going to be in a few minutes, young man. And don't waste your breath. With as many things as you did wrong today, you're lucky a hard spanking is all you're getting."

Kevin started to softly cry as his Dad unbuckled his belt and unthreaded it from his pants. He only had his underpants left on and he felt horribly exposed.

"Bend over the end of that couch, Kevin," his father commanded as he doubled the belt over in his hand.

The mournful boy turned around and leaned over. The armrest was high enough so that when he leaned forward, his feet lifted off the carpet, leaving only his toes still touching the floor.

"Now, Kevin," his father said, "Off all the things you did today, the one think that really made me angry was that you violated my privacy. That's why I'm spanking you and I'm going to make sure that you remember it for a long time."

Suddenly, Kevin felt his father's hand on the waistband of his briefs. Desperately, he reached his hand back to stop him, but he just got his hand slapped away.

"I'm going to spank you naked, little boy," he said, "And don't you dare try and stop me again."

With a quick tug, his underpants came loose and slid down his milky-white thighs. He felt the cool false leather of the couch against his naked _d_i_c_k_ ands heart sunk even lower than he thought possible. His father brought the thick leather belt down on his bottom, SPANK!

Kevin screeched as the stinging stripe burned across his bottom, but it was only the beginning, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The belt was making an evil sound as it came down and connected with his butt. The sizzling pain as it dug in to the tender, white skin causing him to howl out in torment, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mr. McCalister was doing a thorough job on his son's bare bottom. The boy could have badly hurt him with that booby trap, and there was no excuse for going through his room. The pale white cheeks were turning from pink to an angry red. This was going to leave marks, but Kevin deserved all this and more, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Kevin's world was a red haze of pain. He tried to reach his hands behind him to protect his very abused bottom, but the angle was too awkward. He tried to stand up, but he was neatly draped over the couch, all he could do was lie there and take it as the belt cut across his naughty bottom, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

He tried to blubber out cries for mercy, but he was unable to get out any coherent words. Each new lick of the belt burned a fresh strip of pain into his poor little cheeks. He was kicking his legs wildly, but this only caused his thighs to get in the way of the belt. Some of the blows landed on his upper legs and more of his body experienced the stinging pain, SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!! SPANK!!!

At last Mr. McCalister decided that his son had had enough. The boy was writhing in pain on the couch, flopping about like a fish out of the water. He put back on his belt while Kevin managed to get himself off the armrest and reach around to try and ease the torment in his beaten butt. Mr. McCalister gathered up his porno movies and took them upstairs. After he had put everything back in its place (and thinking to himself that he needed to find a better hiding spot), he came back downstairs. Kevin was still naked, standing awkwardly next to the couch. His face was flushed red, tears still making their way down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry that was necessary, Kevin," his father said, "But that was the only thing to be done after today." He picked up his son's clothes.

"You won't be needing these any more tonight," he said by way of explanation, "You're to be naked for the rest of the evening to help you remember why you were spanked. Just be glad no-one else is here."

Kevin didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say. He'd never expected to be caught, and he was indeed glad only Dad was around. If Biff had been here the teasing would never end. He'd have to ask Dad to keep his mouth shut if he would. In a mournful mood, he went about the house and disarmed all his booby traps. He could tell his Dad was impressed by his ingenuity if not his judgment. He ate leftover pizza, but he didn't mind. It was fine as long as it was warmed by the microwave. When he went to bed, he didn't bother with his pajamas. His buns were to sore for him to want anything rubbing against them. He even pulled the sheets down and slept uncovered.

The next morning, he and his Dad got in the car to drive to Uncle Frank's. His father warned him that he didn't want to hear any complaints, and Kevin was feeling very agreeable and resolved to keep his mouth shut. The only thing that bothered him on the drive was the hot vinyl of the car seats on his very sore bottom, but he wasn't about to bring that up! When they got there, he found that he did enjoy his vacation. And fortunately, none of his siblings or cousins ever found out that he'd been spanked.