Spooky Spanking in this part so be warned!!

A/N: Thank you all who gave us reviews we appreciate it very much. We’re sorry that we confused you with the POV and characters in part 8, hope you can forgive us. Someone mentioned that we could need a beta, if anyone wants to beta our discipline stories then please contact us. We would appreciate it very much. If we find a beta then there’ll be longer between updates. We don’t mind getting constructive criticism as long it’s not a flame. Sorry for the mistakes we make, English isn’t our native language.

By the way part 9 is the longest part, in this story, so far. Sorry for the long wait, hope it’ll be worth it. Enjoy!

Mel turned to Claire, “give us a moment, dear. There are some things Danny and I need to discuss in private now.” He gave Daniel a pointed look, Daniel squirmed in place and lowered his head to avoid the penetrating stare.

“Of course, dear.” Claire was just about to turn away when she saw his squirming boy standing right in front of her. Almost a full head taller than she was now, even slightly taller than his father too, but still squirmed under his father's tone. Her heart melted and a tender smile came over her face.

She walked over to him and gently caressed his cheek. “It'll be okay, sweetie. We love you, so much.” With that, she stood on tip toes and pulled his head down so she could plant a soft, loving kiss on his forehead. Just as she'd always done when he was a small boy. She smiled brightly. “My, you've grown, baby.”

Daniel smiled back, “I love you too mama.” He whispered softly in a choked croak. Claire patted his cheek one more time before walking away and giving them the privacy they needed for their upcoming “talk”

Once his mom was gone and Daniel was left alone with his father, he started feeling a little self-conscious and the fidgeting starting over.

“Y-you don't have to do that, baba. I'm an adult now, I understand what I did wasn't right and I won't do anything like that again. I promise!” Daniel being Daniel, tried to talk his way out of his current mishap. But Mel knew his way around words just as well as his son knew this was exactly what Daniel needed at the moment. Even if he didn't want to see it now.

“Son, I know you're an adult and you probably think you're too old for getting swats by your old man. But you are our child, and that's never gonna change, no matter how old you get, you'll never be too old for us to worry about you and try to do what's best for you, guide you in your path as best we can and most importantly, keep you safe.”

“I know that but--”

Mel held up an index finger, admonishing. “Don't interrupt, Danny.”

Daniel blushed and ducked his head, mumbling, “sorry, baba.”

“There will always be times when we'll have to do things we don't like and punishing you has always been one of them, that hasn't changed. But it has to be done, Danny.”

“Why?” Daniel whined, “I told you I understand, there's no need for you to-- to... urrr... you know.” Daniel finished with a pout.

“Now, whether you like it or not, your actions have consequences, son. You decide to take the risks, then I will decide the punishment.” said Mel sternly.

“But I'm too old!” Daniel all but stomped his foot in frustration.

“As I said, Daniel.” Oops, baba had called him Daniel, that couldn't be good, “You're never too old. And if I remember correctly, your new dad seemed to believe so as well.” Mel gave his son a meaningful look and Daniel blushed a deeper shade of red.

“Y-you know about that?” Now he was completely flabbergasted and more than a little embarrassed.

Mel had a hard time keeping a straight face then. “Now, Danny, why are you so surprised? Don't tell me you've forgotten already, you could never keep anything from your old man before.”

Daniel stood up straighter at that, a smug look coming over his face. “Oh, I happen to remember quite a few things I managed to keep from you.” Daniel boasted.

Now it was Mel's time to look smug. “Only what I decided to over look, son.”

Daniel looked shocked at that, and maybe even a bit horrified. Then, seeing his dad's expression quickly recovered and made a face.

Mel now couldn't help chuckling at his son's face, “what? Did you honestly believed anything could escape your baba here?”

Daniel frowned and rolled his eyes. “Guess not.”

Mel laughed and shook his head at his son's reaction. “Come on, now, son. Let's get this over with.”

Daniel sighed and followed his father, resigned to the fact he wouldn't be able to wheedle his way out of this one. When his mind was made up, no amount of talking or persuasion would deviate him from what he considered to be right.

His father walked over to a sturdy wooden stool off to one side of the campsite and seeing his father sit down, Daniel stopped dead in his tracks, giving him a shocked look.

Mel motioned for him to come closer, “come here, son.”

Daniel stared at him in bewilderment, rooted to the spot and unable to take anymore steps forward. “Baba?”

His father sighed, “Daniel.” He urged him again, his voice taking in a slightly firmer tone.

Daniel darted his gaze around the campsite nervously, “H-here?” He stammered out, his face flushing.

Mel smiled reassuringly, “don't worry, son. There's none here but us.” He paused for a moment and amended. “Oh... And your mother. But she's in the tent, so don't worry.” Mel smiled again.

Daniel sagged in relief but then blushed some more, the fact that his father knew exactly what he had been thinking was a little unsettling. To be completely honest, the whole situation in itself made him feel very disconcerting. It made him feel like such a kid. Just thinking that a moment from now he'd end face down over his father's knee like some naughty little kid made his face heat up with embarrassment.

His father's sharp voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Daniel!”

Daniel's head shot upward, all wide-eyed behind his glasses. “What?”

“Contrary to what you may believe, we don't have all eternity.” His father shot him another stern look and pointed at a spot by his side.

Cringing, he realized he had yet to move, so summing up the courage he slowly trudged forward until he was standing right beside his baba. Head bent low and shoulders slumped, Daniel was the picture of misery. Not knowing any better, one would think he was taking his last steps to his execution.

Try as he might to keep the amusement from showing on his face, his lips curled slightly upwards. His son had always been a bit melodramatic when being punished, even when he'd been younger. He guessed some things never changed.

Mel gestured to his lap with his head, “Come here, boy.”

Daniel glanced at his father from beneath his lashes, “baba... I--” He didn't get to finish the sentence when his father grabbed him firmly by the arm and pulled him over his awaiting lap. Too dazed to react, Daniel just lay there, as still as stone and not uttering a sound until he felt his dad lift the lower part of his robe high over his head. Daniel then snapped out of his stupor, “baba?”

Without warning, his father grabbed the waistband of his underwear, Daniel stiffened as realization of what his father had planned suddenly struck him like a ton of bricks. “Nooo... baba!” Daniel in a fit of frenzied panic reached behind his back with a clumsy hand and fumbled to grab the last thin, piece of garment still protecting his butt before his dad had a chance to pull it all the way down.

But before he could even reach said garment, his father swiftly seized his hand and held it down behind his back. Then in one quick, deft movement grasped the waistband of his son's underwear again and suddenly yanked them down, letting them drop at his ankles.

With his backside fully exposed, the Egyptian hot air lightly brushed his naked skin and he went as red as a beet root. But no swat was forthcoming, and that was very intriguing, confused, he tried to turn his head around but in that awkward position that was decidedly no easy feat.

“Tell me why you're being punished, Danny.” His father's voice startled him.

“What? You know why? We've already talked about it.” Daniel was confused

“Humor me, will you?”

Daniel huffed exasperated, “Can't we just get this over with first, this is not a very dignifying position you know.”

Mel tightened his grip around his son's arm in warning. “Daniel.”

Daniel sighed, he hadn't realized before how much like his father Jack was. Maybe that was why he always sought Jack for advice and approval. “Because I did something stupid and ended up with a crippled, useless body?”

He jumped startled by a loud, sharp sound followed by a hot, stinging sensation spreading on his bare backside. “OW!” He howled.

“You know that's not the reason. Now try again and you better think hard before answering.” His father's stern voice was all Daniel needed to help him consider carefully what his next words would be.

“I... uhm... I put my life into danger unnecessarily.” Daniel stumbled over his words.

“That's it. And you have to understand once and for all, that that's just NOT acceptable.” And with that, a resounding, hard SMACK on his unprotected backside followed. Caught off guard and not expecting it to burn all that much, Daniel let out a loud gasp. And right behind that single, opening swat came a succession of equally as hard and stinging slaps on his tender flesh.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, with only the sound of his dad's strong hand making contact with his gradually reddening skin and the occasional whimpering protests from the young man held securely in his hold, his father finally spoke.

“I better not... SWAT.... get word... SWAT.... of you.... SWAT... pulling such a.... SWAT... stupid... SWAT.... stunt... SWAT.... again!” His father berated while the firm, smarting strokes continued to land with mind blowing force on his vulnerable and now, very sore rear-end. “Your life... SWAT... is very valuable... SWAT... and gambling with it.... SWAT… SWAT.... is just NOT ... SWAT...acceptable.”

Daniel was now squirming, whimpering and wriggling in his father's hold, trying to avoid the heavy pummeling coming down on his naked butt, which was now bright red and smarting with pain. But no matter how much he pulled and bucked, he could not escape his father's strong arms, and the punishment continued.

“Oooww.... ahhh uhhh... baaaabaa... pleeaaase...” Daniel sobbed as the heavy whacks continued. “Puhh…. Pleeeaaase sssthoop!”

Heedless of his son’s pleas, his father continued. “You… SWAT… will NOT… SWAT… put… SWAT… your life… SWAT…. In danger…. SWAT SWAT… again! Now say it!” Mel demanded strongly. Daniel was now a sobbing mess over his dad’s lap, his pleading words no longer coherent as he cried for his dad to stop and didn’t even hear his father’s words.

Who’d’ve thought a simple spanking could get him so over the edge? But it wasn’t just the spanking, which of course, hurt like hell. But the reason behind why his dad was doing this. Because he cared, because he loved him. And the fact that he’d disappointed him this way hurt just as bad as the actual spanking. Well, almost.

“Ooowww!” A succession of five even harder and swifter smacks to his now very tender sit spot snapped Daniel out of his thoughts, letting out a loud yelp and a strangled sob, his legs kicking. He couldn’t remember his baba’s hand hurting this bad, he must’ve really pissed him off this time.

“Say it, Danny!” His father demanded again. Problem was, Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. There was no way he’d admit that to his dad, though. Oh… no. That would only add fuel to the already smoldering fire, the fire blazing his butt, by the way. So Daniel just clamped his mouth shut, pressing his face against his dad’s pant leg and muffling his sobs into low, stifled whimpers as he wracked his brain trying to figure out what his dad was talking about.

He hurriedly backtracked through the “conversation,” the very one sided and painful “conversation,” and tried to decipher what his dad was actually expecting him to say. He’d deciphered the mysteries of the gate, he certainly could work this one out without having to come out and say he’d really hadn’t been paying attention, which Daniel thought wasn’t actually his fault. ‘How could anyone concentrate when someone’s pelting on you’re a… “OOOoowwww…” Daniel’s train of thought came to an abrupt halt. ‘Now that was considerably harder!’

“Well? I’m waiting, mister.”

‘Ouch! Baba sounded even madder now, if that were even possible. Maybe it’d be safer on his butt to just come clean and admit it.’ Tears streaming down his face, Daniel resigned himself to his fate. “Wh-what was the question again?” Daniel stammered in between sobs, wincing when he heard his dad’s exasperated sigh in response.

“Weren’t you listening to a word I was saying, Daniel.” Daniel cringed under his dad’s hold. ‘There it was again, that Daniel thing. Baba was calling him Daniel, not Danny. That was never a good sign.’ “Well, you better start paying more attention.” Mel continued to berate his upturned son, the smacks coming down even harder now, to Daniel’s dismay. “Because I’m not stopping until you promise me NOT to ever pull a stunt like this ever again!” His dad was shouting now.

Understanding, Daniel nodded his head fervently. “I promise, baaaba! I promise! I promise!” Daniel repeated once and again in between wracking sobs. “Phhhuleeeezz…. No more, baaaaba!” Daniel tried pleading again.

Mel delivered ten firmer and faster swats before finally stopping and starting to gently rub Daniel’s back now. Not realizing the punishment had at last ended, Daniel just lay there, as limp as a rag doll over his baba’s knees, sobbing his heart out and in between each body-wracking sob, an almost unintelligible vow to never do something like that again. “Shhhh… Danny. It’s over now, son.” His dad soothed him while carefully adjusting his son’s clothes and rubbing his back tenderly.

Still bawling heart-wrenchingly, Daniel felt himself being lifted into an upright position as his dad, mindful of his throbbing behind, carefully settled him to sit on his lap and pulled him into a tight embrace. That’s when he realized the punishment had finally stopped and responded to his baba’s actions by throwing himself into the older man’s arms and burrowing his face in the crook of his neck as he’d longed to do for such a long time. “Baba… I’m sorry… I’m sorry!”

“Shhhh… I know, son. It’s okay, now. It’s all over now, sandmonkey.” Daniel’s cries intensified, ‘Sandmonkey… Gawd, he’d all but forgotten about the nickname.’ Now the memories flooded into his head like a crazy torrent. He remembered baba being mad like a dog at him one day when he’d caught him climbing the pyramids, he was no more than three, but the memory was as clear as day. Ever since that little incident, his baba had dubbed him his little ‘Sandmonkey.’

Filled with awe, Daniel’s cries quietened a little as he marveled at another stunning similarity between his baba and his new found dad. They both seemed to think of him as some kind of weird monkey. Daniel’s brow furrowed with a mixture of wonder and disgust. If anything, Daniel planned to find out why.

Daniel then felt his dad plant a long, loving kiss to the top of his head, holding his head firmly against his shoulder and start rocking him slowly back and forth in his arms. He sighed with content, a smile spreading across his face. But not now.

Now he’d just bask in his baba’s presence, rejoice in his comforting touch and the feeling of safety his strong arms had always evoked. How much and for how long he’d wished this were possible, dreamed of this moment. The moment he’d feel this same arms holding him with such tender loving care again. Daniel closed his eyes as he tightened his arms around his father’s waist, fresh tears starting anew down his cheeks. Only this time, they were tears of joy.

After he’d received a long moments of comfort by his baba as he’d always done after he’d punished him his mama came. She wrapped her arms around both her son and husband.

“AWW Sweetie. I hate to see you hurting but I hope you can see that your father had no other choice in punishing you the way he did. We love you too much to let you continue risking your life like that.”

Daniel sniffed and then nodded. “I know. But I still don’t like it though.”

Both his parents laughed. “Of course you don’t and we don’t expect you too, only to think twice before your actions.

“Well at least I won’t remember the spanking when I get back to Jack.”

Daniel’s father let Daniel stand up and then he firmly looked into his eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong son. You’ll remember the feeling and when you can handle it you’ll remember everything. There will also be signs of the spanking when you get back but they will quickly fade away.”

Daniel looked shocked at his father. “You’re joking right?”

“No I’m not son.”

Daniel started to pout at that knowledge.

Daniel mother hugged him. “Come on Danny. Please let’s enjoy the last few moments we have together before you have to go back to your new father.”

Daniel nodded and returned the hug and his father joined them in a group hug.

“Danny” He heard a faint, familiar voice calling him from afar. Daniel turned slowly towards the soft, warm sound.

“Jack?” He called back in an equally as muted voice.

His mama squeezed his arm gently to get his attention, “go back to him now, Danny. He needs you, and you need him.”

Daniel nodded slowly, his eyes tearing up again. “Will I ever see you again?”

His parents smiled back at him, giving him one last warm hug before replying, “Maybe.”

He hugged them back, holding onto them for a long while before finally letting go and turning back around towards the soft sound of Jack’s warm voice calling for him in the bright, vastness beyond

TBC