"I thought I told you t'keep yer fuckin' mouth shut about me, huh?" Lefty
Ruggerio sternly reminded his charge. Special FBI Agent Joe Pistone was
still getting used to playing the part of Donnie Brasco, the young jeweller
who had been taken under Lefty's wing. Although he'd been monitoring the
scene for months, he had never made contact until yesterday, and was quite
out of the loop. Lefty had been the one to vouch for him, and thus was
responsible for most everything Donnie did; including teaching the kid when
to open his mouth and when to keep it shut. Although Joe didn't think his
faux pas had been all that major, Lefty apparently had other ideas.
"Ah, fugedaboudit," Donnie shrugged. "I know I fucked up, an' I'm sorry,
"Ain't the question! Did you even hear a fuckin' thing I said?"
"Yeah, yeah, Lefty, I heard ya."
"I think you'd better replace that hearin' aid, my friend, because you
obviously din't hear what I said."
They had just returned to Lefty's apartment from Donnie's first meeting
with the wise guys. Truth be told, it had gone alright. Lefty was rather
proud of the kid; Donnie had been confident enough to not seem weak, but
hadn't been arrogant either. And while he did speak out of the blue to The
Boss, he was quick to realize he'd messed up, and apologized. Compared with
some of the connected guys, Donnie's little mishap was nothing. Speaking
out of turn is one thing, but the shit some connected guys pull is
Unfortunately for Donnie, and Lefty too, it was Lefty's responsibility to
make sure the kid really knew the rules. And, while the faux pas itself
wasn't all that problematic, the fact remained that Donnie had yet to learn
the right times to open his mouth. It was up to Lefty to make sure he did,
and Lefty only knew one method that worked with kids like Donnie.
The older Mafioso walked behind Donnie, directing him through the apartment
to a room that looked like an office. There was a desk in the middle of the
room that was made out of sturdy varnished wood, and a couple chairs in
front of it. Behind it was a large chair on casters. Although the rest of
the room was trashed with books and papers piled up all over the place, the
desktop itself held only a pair of pens in a holder, and a telephone.
Donnie couldn't see behind the desk from where he was, but he assumed that
there were drawers on the other side.
"Have a seat." It wasn't a request, it was an order, and Donnie gave Lefty
a concerned look. "Hold on a second."
Lefty exited the room, and found Annette in the kitchen. "Me and Donnie are
gonna be havin' a talk in my office, so don't bother us, capiche?" At her
nod, he smiled at her, and went back into the office, closing the door
behind him. He was pleased to see Donnie had indeed taken a seat, although
he didn't let any body language show it.
"Alright. You'n me are gonna have a little chat on manners, got it? Take
off your coat." Again, Donnie gave him an odd look, but complied. Lefty
nodded. "Good, now get up, pull them pants down, and get yer ass over my
Taken by surprise, Donnie didn't move. Lefty wanted him to.? "What the
hell? You gonna fuck me or some shit?! No fuckin' way, Lefty!"
"Did I say that? Did I say I was gonna fuck you?! You gotta real bad
hearin' problem, my friend. I'm gonna take care of it right now, as soon as
you get yer ass over my desk. Don't make me come over there an' do it
Still unbelieving, Donnie didn't move. As he watched Lefty get even more
pissed off, and finally start coming near him, he got his wits together and
quickly pulled down his jeans. Then, he awkwardly bent over Lefty's desk,
and tried to suppress a blush when he was told to get his shorts down too.
A few seconds later, he found himself bare assed over the desk with his
hands locked onto the other side, while his mentor was lecturing him.
"Now Donnie, I'm sorry I gotta do this, but it's the only way you gonna
learn. What you did today, while not all that bad in itself, had a deeper
meaning than what you think. Yer talkin' to The Boss was excusable; hell
it's yer first day. But if you wanna become a made man like me, you gotta
learn to recognize the right times and the wrong times to speak. Like right
now, for instance. This ain't a good time to open yer mouth. In fact, if
you were t'open yer mouth right now I'd probably give you a worse tannin'
than what yer gonna get." Lefty noticed Donnie stiffen and turn his head a
little to see if he was serious or not. The older man suppressed a snort,
remembering his first time over the desk and how he had reacted the same
"But yer a smart kid, Donnie. That's one of the things I like about you.
You ain't just some fuckin' Joe off the street, you got promise. I know,
one day, you'll be a wise guy, Donnie, I know it. Hell you'll probably
become a Boss one'a these days. But until then you got some learnin' t'do,
an' I'm the one who's gonna learn ya. Like I said, I only know one way
t'learn, and it's through yer ass. It's how I learned it, an' how th' guy
before me learned it, and how th' guy before him learned it." Lefty pulled
his belt off and bent it in half. Then, he lined it up with the crown of
Donnie's asscheeks, and pulled back. He paused to add one last thing before
letting loose the first of many licks.
"Oh, an' Donnie, it's ok t'yell. I know this is gonna hurt like a
motherfucker, an' I won't think any less of ya, alright?"
With that last statement in his mind, Donnie braced himself for the first
one. He hadn't been belted since he was in his early teens, and found it
near impossible that it was happening now at the age of 31.
The first lick honestly didn't hurt nearly as much as he remembered, but
then again, he wasn't a scrawny little kid anymore, either. Lefty didn't
leave much time between the first and the second, and soon the man had a
pattern going that was starting to make Donnie have difficulty with
controlling his emotions.
At about the 16th or 17th lick, Donnie couldn't help himself and started to
sniffle and squirm. He hadn't yet shouted, but the pain was getting worse
with every new stroke, and he had a good idea that Lefty wouldn't stop
until he was really crying. He felt Lefty's hand on the small of his back,
trying to keep him from moving too much. His butt was going from a light
red to a striped crimson, and the tears were starting to fall, albeit
silently. Around the 25th lick, they were interrupted by the door opening.
A young man looking maybe 2 years younger than Donnie entered the room, and
stopped in shock. Donnie blushed bright red, and buried his head in his
arms, while Lefty turned around and smacked his son.
"Din't you learn t'knock, Tommy? Or d'you wanna have a talk with me here
after I'm done with Donnie?" That got Tommy leaving quickly, and Lefty
turned back to see his young charge crying silently into his arms. His
heart wrenched, but he knew the lesson wasn't learned well enough yet, so
he took aim again.
The vicious belt came down upon Donnie's crimson ass ten more times, as
hard as Lefty could make them. The man knew he probably bruised the kid,
but he reasoned that Donnie could handle it, and it would make the lesson
last longer. Plus, it had the effect he was looking for; Donnie was sobbing
out loud, making no move to conceal the emotions.
Lefty put down the belt, and took a seat on the edge of the desk. He rubbed
Donnie's back while the younger man cried, and smiled at him. Donnie was
glad for the physical comfort, and made an effort to calm down. Forcing
himself to stand, he wiped his eyes on his sleeves, and gently pulled up
his shorts and pants. He gave a quick glance to Lefty, not knowing where to
go from there, and Lefty got up and pulled him into a hug. Donnie gladly
returned the embrace, and smiled while Lefty spoke.
"You took that real well, kid, I'm proud of ya. You learn yer lesson?"
Donnie nodded and blushed a little. "Yeah, I did. and I think I'm gonna
remember it for a long time."
"Heh, yeah, I hope so."
They stood there for a moment before letting go. Lefty turned to open the
door, but Donnie stopped him with a question.
"Uhm, Lefty? What about Tommy.?"
"Fugeddaboudit, Donnie. Ain't like Tommy never seen or got tanned before.
He give you shit, you come to me, alright?"
"Got it, Left."
"Fugeddaboudit. Yer a good kid, Donnie. I meant what I said back there. You
got somethin' special. An' I'll be damned if I let you fuck it up by
forgetting one of the rules or some shit like that. Hey, but don't think
this'll be the last time. I mean, I'd like it to be, but fuck. You gonna
fuck up sumthin' sooner or later, Donnie, we all do. And when you do, I'll
take it outta yer hide, just like everyone else has had done to them at
some point or another and we'll all fugeddaboudit. Capiche?"
"Yeah, Lefty. Thanks."