Trayton was dressed in his favorite blue dress shirt and brown khaki pants that Shane had bought for him as a birthday present. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down to go through the mail.

Just then the phone rang, and he got up to answer it.

"Hello, Trayton speaking."

"This is Officer Dalton speaking."

"How may I help you, my friend?"

"We got a call earlier that there's been another fight at Charlie's bar and we have your partner in a holding cell."

"Thank you. I'm on my way."

Once in the car, Trayton could feel the anger rise to the boiling point where you could see fire coming out of his ears. He stepped on the gas pedal, peeled out of the driveway and headed for the station.

Pulling into a parking spot, he sat there thinking about the last time he was here picking up Shane, and them having a discussion with him on fighting, and how he felt about that place. Trayton also explained to Shane that if he ever set foot in Charlie's, he’d take the belt to his backside.

The ride back home was quiet until Shane turned to Trayton and tried to apologize for going to Charlie's bar when he was banned from going there by the owner.

Giving Shane stern look, Trayton said, "Not one word from you until we're home."

Pulling in the drive and turning off the engine, Trayton turned and gave Shane a glare. "I want you upstairs. Find a corner to think about how you got yourself in this predicament."

Shane turned with tears in his eyes and tried to apologize once again.

Shaking his head no, Trayton said, "Not going to work. Buddy. Go on now. I'll be up in a minute."

With that, Shane got out of the car and stomped all the way to the front door.

Once Shane was inside, Trayton took the time to calm down. Then he walked into the house, went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water before going upstairs.

Once upstairs, he took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom. Shane was right where he’d been told to be and quiet with a few sniffles.

Grabbing the wooden straight back chair that they kept in the corner of the bedroom for serious discussions, Trayton carried it to the middle of the room. Then he went to the closet and took the belt off the hook.

He didn't waste any time. He just told Shane to strip, fold his clothes neatly and lay them on the bed. Then he pointed to the spot in front of him.

"Shane, do you remember our last discussion about you fighting and what I said would happen if you set so much as a foot in Charlie's bar again?"

"No sir, I don't."

"Alright then, this part of the discussion is over. Chair please."

Shane hesitated before slowly walking over with one hand covering his butt, and grabbing the back of chair.

"Both hands on the chair, please," Trayton said.

"Trayton, please, please, I'm so sor...sorry. Please forgive me."

Cutting him off in mid-sentence, Trayton laid a crack to his backside just enough for Shane to feel it and then asked him again if he remembered their last discussion.

"Yes sir."

"Thank you. Now turn around." He then laid four more to Shane's backside with a little more force and sting to drive the lesson home.

It was some fifteen minutes later when Trayton called Shane over from the corner to where he was sitting with his knees apart so Shane could walk between them.

Shane looked down at Trayton with bloodshot eyes from crying, apologized again and asked for Trayton's forgiveness.

"Shane baby, you have my forgiveness. Just remember this next time, Shane, that if we have to have another discussion about you fighting at Charlie's, you will be back here again over my knees."

"Yes sir," Shane nodded.

"Good," Trayton said as he wiped the leftover tears from Shane’s face. He smiled to let him know things were good again, kissed him good and hard on the lips and said, "I love you."

The End

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