Yeah, it's another one of those stories. This takes place several months after the last season of the show. What's left of Angel Investigations has moved back to the Hyperion.

It's a discipline story with parental spanking of an adult. Please don't read if that's not your thing.

"Dad?" Connor said hesitantly.

"Yeah, pal?" Angel answered kindly, walking into the lobby from his office.

"Dad," Connor said dejectedly, sinking down onto the couch and putting his head in his hands.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Angel demanded immediately, running over to him. "Did someone hurt you? Connor, are you hurt?"

"No," Connor choked out with some effort, shaking his head and smiling wanly. "I'm not hurt."

"Then what's wrong?" Angel said, kneeling down to look him in the eye. "What's the matter?"

Connor took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but it only came out in a sob. Guilty feelings had been overtaking him since the day he got his memories back, and for the past couple of days, they had just been overwhelming. Everything he'd done—everything he'd done to his father—it was just all too much.

"Connor!" Angel exclaimed helplessly, moving to sit by him on the couch. He pulled his son to him and wrapped his arms around him while he cried. "Connor, shhh. Come on now. Calm down and talk to me. You know I'll help you if I can."

"Dad … God," was all Connor could get out for several minutes.

Angel smoothed his son's hair down and rubbed his shoulders in what he hoped was a comforting manner. Finally the tears subsided and Connor leaned back in abject misery.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" he asked sullenly.

"What?" Angel said. "What are you talking about?"

Connor glanced at Angel with a pained expression.

"You should have just killed me," he said. "The day Wesley pulled you out. You should have just broken my neck right then."

"Connor!" Angel snapped, pulling him against his chest again. "Don't talk like that."

"I'm a horrible person," Connor lamented. "I'm a horrible person, and you tried to take those memories away from me so I wouldn't know it."

"You're not a horrible person," Angel soothed. "You're my baby boy."

Connor snorted. "Your baby boy sank you to the bottom of the fucking ocean, Dad."

"Watch your mouth," Angel corrected automatically. "And yeah, I handled it wrong. I never should have tossed you out. You were so confused, and so angry. I … I didn't know what else to do. I helped you screw up your life as much as you did. Can you ever forgive me?"

Connor's face crumpled into a mixture of anguish and outrage.

"Me, forgive you?" he demanded. "You're asking me to forgive you?"

"Well, not if you're not ready to," Angel said quietly.

"Dad!" Connor exclaimed, pushing Angel away. "What is wrong with you? I dropped you into the ocean for like three months! I slept with your girlfriend! Who then gave birth to my fucking demon child who … Jesus, I don't even want to think about it."

"Hush, Connor," Angel said firmly, pulling him back into an embrace. "None of that matters now."

"Of course it matters," Connor spat. "How can you say that? It'll always matter. It's all I can think about."

"I told you when you were welding that box shut that you'd hate yourself for it someday," Angel reminded him. "And I told you then not to. Remember?"

"Yeah," Connor whispered. "And you were right. I hate myself."

"Don't," Angel said. "I don't hate you."

"How can you not?" Connor demanded. "I am so screwed up. I'm damaged goods."

"Yeah, well," Angel said, smiling wryly. "I guess we all are around here."

"Those of us who aren't dead," Connor commented. "I should be dead."

"Stop it, Connor!" Angel said angrily, shaking his shoulder. "Stop saying things like that!"

"Why?" Connor said listlessly. "It's true."

"That's it," Angel said, taking Connor's wrist and jerking him in one smooth motion across his lap. "You need to let go of some of that guilt. I'll help you."

"What are you—Ow!" Connor said, startled as the blows started to fall against his bottom. "Are you—ouch—giving me a spanking?"

Angel laughed at his son's incredulous tone and picked up the pace. "I guess I am. I should have done this a long time ago."

"I'm nineteen!" Connor protested, trying to wiggle away.

"Well, really, you're more like three, but it doesn't matter either way. You're still getting your ass busted."

"Angel!" Connor yelled, starting to panic. "Stop!"

"Why?" Angel said, a hard edge to his voice. "A minute ago, you wanted to die. You want some pain, I'll give you some."

Angel jerked Connor up slightly by the waistband of his jeans just long enough to undo his belt buckle and unsnap the button. He dropped him back down roughly and shoved both Connor's jeans and boxers to his knees.

"Don't take my pants down!" Connor yelled, outraged. "Stop! You can't do this!"

"Already am," Angel said simply, resuming the spanking. He smacked with determination, covering every bit of Connor's bottom that he could see.

"You're really pissing me off!" Connor shouted, but his voice broke on the last word.

Angry and frustrated, Connor put both his hands back, palms up, trying to block the blows. Angel stopped abruptly.

"Move your hands," he ordered.

"No," Connor said defiantly. "Stop hitting me."

"If you won't move your hands, I'll just hit your legs," Angel threatened. "I'm betting that'll hurt worse."

When Connor didn't respond, Angel smacked the tops of his thighs sharply. Connor sucked in a breath but still refused to move his hands. Angel smacked him two more times, harder and lower. Connor let out an angry howl and quickly took his hands away from his bottom. He pounded the couch hard in frustration.

"Fine! Are you happy?" he yelled at Angel.

"I'm never happy," Angel said easily, picking up the punishment with renewed vigor. "You wouldn't like me when I'm happy, remember?"

"I don't like you much now, either," Connor said vehemently. "Let me go!"

"Not yet," Angel said. "And if you keep up this attitude, I might just have to take a belt to you."

"No!" Connor yelled, twisting violently in an effort to get away. "Let me go!"

Angel just held him easily in place.

Becoming increasingly frustrated, Connor jerked back and elbowed Angel in the ribs as hard as he could. The spanking stopped, and Connor tried to push himself off of his father's lap, but Angel leaned forward with his own elbow digging hard into Connor's back.

"Are you angry, little boy?" he said quietly into Connor's ear. "Well, so am I."

With that, Connor realized with a sick feeling that Angel had reached down and was yanking Connor's own belt out of the pants that were gathered at his knees.

"No, don't," he said, the fear pulsating through his stomach. "I'm sorry."

"Too late for that," Angel said, whipping the belt down hard across his bottom.

"Ow! Shhhii—" Connor hissed, managing to stop the word from fully forming.

Angel actually laughed, which made Connor bristle with anger.

"This isn't funny," he said petulantly as the second swat fell. "You're … you're hurting me."

Connor's heart felt heavy, and he found that he couldn't hold the tears back any longer. He gave way to uncontrollable sobs as Angel lit a new fire across his backside with the belt.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he wailed miserably, burying his face in his arms. "I'm so sorry for all of it."

He was so caught up in his tears that he didn't realize the onslaught had stopped until he felt Angel righting his clothes for him. He made no attempt to help and just let his father manhandle him some more. Angel patted him on the back affectionately, and when he still didn't move, Angel gripped his arms gently and pulled him into a sitting position.

Connor lay down and put his head in his dad's lap and continued to sob.

"Stupid … ocean … sorry," he said, his breath hitching. "So sorry."

"It's okay," Angel said gently, rubbing his hand up and down Connor's arm comfortingly. "It's okay."

"God. Jasmine. God," Connor continued.

"Hush," Angel said lightly.

Connor shook his head and continued to cry.

"Just beat me some more," he said pitifully.

"No. Not right now," Angel said, and Connor gave a laugh that turned into a cough.

He sat up and leaned back against the couch with his eyes closed.

"I'm the worst kid ever," he said seriously as the tears abated. "Like, I mean it. But … But thank you for not killing me anyway."

Angel pulled him close and pushed his head gently down onto his shoulder.

"Geez," Connor said after a few minutes of silence. "I can't believe you whipped me with my own belt. You know I have some sort of complex or something now, right?"

Angel shrugged. "Yours was easier to get to than mine."

"You … you won't tell anybody about this, will you?" Connor said hesitantly, suddenly becoming embarrassed about the whole situation.

"You don't want anyone to know that I spanked your bare little bottom?" Angel teased.

"Dad," Connor huffed. "I—no, I don't. Please?"

"I won't mention it," Angel promised. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I still feel guilty."

"You probably will for awhile," Angel said. "Trust me, I know. It's sort of my thing."

The two of them sat in companionable silence until a voice startled Connor so much that he jumped to his feet.

"Are you finished punishing your offspring, Angel?" Illyria asked from the top of the stairs. "I would like to visit the lobby now."

Connor felt his face flush bright red. He glared at Angel angrily.

"You didn't tell me she was here!" he spat, grabbing his belt off the couch and replacing it hastily.

"Sorry," Angel said. "I didn't know."

"He remains defiant," Illyria observed as she descended the stairs. "Do you wish for me to punish him further for you?"

"No, Illyria," Angel said, trying to hide his smile at Connor's horrified expression. "I like him a little bit defiant. It's okay."

"Why won't the earth just swallow me up?" Connor muttered to himself.

"If you know the correct incantation, it will," Illyria offered, peering at him with interest.

"I'm—gonna go home now," Connor said. "Thanks, Dad."

Connor turned on his heel and quickly headed toward the front doors of the hotel.

"He thanks you for striking him," Illyria said curiously.

"He thanked me for helping him," Angel said quietly.

"I do not understand," Illyria stated.

"Neither does he," Angel said. "But he will someday."