Chapter 4

Neal gasped loudly and looked over at Peter's eyes for the first time since he entered the room. "Please, no! I don't think I can take it. I promise to try much harder if you would just give me one more chance. That corner thing really worked and I see the error of my ways." He put his hands into a praying position and lowered his head once again.

"As happy as I am that you used the corner time to reflect on your behavior, it is not punishment. I will remember in the future that corner time will help you to think things out."

"Oh, great!" Came out before he realized he actually spoke and did not just think that.

"Please drop your pants and bend over the desk." Peter said as he stood and began removing his belt.

He watched Neal's reaction and was beginning to feel bad. The tears were running freely down his face and he was frozen in his spot. "Listen Buddy, I understand why you are scared but I assure that you are not the first to receive this type of punishment. I will not give you more that you can take but I won't tell you that you that it won't hurt. It will be easier on both of us if you cooperate."

"NO WAY!" Neal screamed at Peter as he made a bee line for the door. Unfortunately, Peter anticipated this move and had him pinned and over the desk in no time at all. He landed ten good whacks to Neal's backside as the kid yelled and screamed and tried to get out of the hold Peter had on him.

When Peter ended the assault on Neal's backside, he stood up and rubbed his behind profusely. "Ow, ow ,ow! Not nice Peter. I can't believe you just did that to me. I will do my best never to land in this position again."

Peter could not hold back the smile and giggle because Neal thought that it was over. "Neal, please drop your pants and bend over the desk."

"Why, you already punished me." He said as he was slowly backing away from Peter.

"Those little swats were a penalty for trying to run off. We have not begun the punishment. I would rethink the backing away from me because this is a lesson in obedience and we will not begin the real punishment until you obey me. Are we clear?" Peter waited patiently for Neal to register what he had said.

"I don't understand. What do you mean real punishment, you spanked me. It hurt! What more is there?" Neal looked at his as if he had ten heads.

"That was about ten swats with my hands, over your pants. I promised you a strapping and I always keep my promises so let's try this again. I want obedience so please drop your pants and bend over the desk."

Neal was once again frozen in place looking like a kicked puppy. Peter could not believe that he was going to have to go through this again. He moved swiftly and hauled his partner over the desk once more adding ten more swats to his behind. Elizabeth must think he is killing the kid with all the yelling and crying going on.

When he let him up, Neal could not hold back his rampage. "What the hell are you doing? Stop hitting me. I don't have to take this shit from you. I'm not a child and you better stop treating me like one. I can fight back you know."

Peter remained calm. "Get yourself back into the corner and think hard about what I am about to tell you. I want to make this work but when I come back up here, you are either going to pack up and I will take you down to FBI lockup and file an official report or you will obey me and bend over the desk with your pants down. Either way you will be held accountable for your actions. I am giving you fifteen minutes to think on that and make a decision. You have made this harder because a strapping is worse on an already punished behind but remember that if you had just obeyed the first time we would have been done already. Think about where the fault and the blame go in this situation and remember that you are in charge of your life and how this will turn out." With that, Peter strode out of the bedroom.

Neal didn't need fifteen minutes but he figured Peter needed it to calm down once again. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just listen? Since he already knew what he was going to do he used his time to get himself worked up and was sobbing like a toddler very quickly. His heart rate was up and he was worried that he may begin to hyperventilate. Once again he heard those soft footsteps and felt El put her hand on his back. She whispered quietly to him to calm down and continued to rub his back until his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. She stayed another few minutes but Neal didn't dare turn his head form the corner. When she heard her husband's footsteps approaching, she kissed Neal's head and walked toward the door. "I expect you to be here for dinner." She said in a very un-Elizabeth like stern voice.

"Yes, Ma'am," Neal responded with his head still in the corner.

"Turn around please." Neal obeyed and Peter was happy that he at least got that much. He did not want to lock the kid up but this had to be consensual.

"Now either go over to the desk and do as I asked or pack your stuff and we will head out so that I can be home in time to have dinner with my wife. We would love to have our whole family eat together but that is your choice."

He watched as Neal made his way over to the desk and dropped his sweats. He let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding and went over to begin.

"I'm glad you made the right decision. Now please don't put your hands behind to protect yourself. I don't want you to get hurt. It might be best if you put them under your head." Neal obeyed once again and Peter let the first lick land.

Neal jumped up and was rubbing furiously while jumping up and down. It took one second for Peter to restrain him again but he could not keep his mouth shut. "How many times are you going to do that?" He whined out.

"I don't know Neal, but if you get up again I will lower your shorts also. Do you understand?"

Neal was horrified, but he obeyed. He knew he had to do this and he was going to take it like the man he was. No way was he going to have more humiliation added to this. Or so he thought. As four or five more licks landed, he tried his level best to remain calm and still but on the next strategically placed lick across the under curve of his behind, he could take no more. He jumped up once again and rubbed. Peter grabbed him and in one swift motion, his shorts joined his pants around his ankles. He was face down once again in the most embarrassing position he had ever been in. Tears began to flow freely once again. Unsure if it was the fear of pain or humiliation.

"Please don't I'm sorry please!" He begged but it was as if Peter didn't hear him.

The onslaught continued as did the tears until Peter felt Neal's whole body relax and he was quietly apologizing between sobs. Neal did not even realize that it was over for a few minutes. He noticed Peter was rubbing his back and telling him that he forgave him and they would start fresh. Peter was also surveying the damage. He guessed Neal would feel this for a few days.

When Peter helped him into a standing position and he readjusted his wardrobe, he put an arm around his shoulder and was surprised that Neal accepted it and went into a full hug. He continued crying and apologizing and Peter rubbed his back until he was calm. "It's all over. You did well and I hope we don't have to do this ever again. We are starting fresh now. Take a rest until dinner. I'll call you when it's ready."

As Neal lay on his stomach in bed in the Burkes' house, he thought he should be angry, but he wasn't. He was certainly in pain though but he didn't want to run out the window. He wanted to be right where he was. He closed his eyes and went into the most restful sleep he had had in years.