What a pest.
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Note- There is no slash in this fic.
Race awoke with the sound of wind in his ear. He wondered what time it was. He got up to find all the other newsies gathered around the fireplace. He asked Jack the time. It was 8:30 in the morning. Jack said that the papers couldn't be delivered because there was an awful snowstorm. "Well that's a pleasure," said Race. "Hey whadya know, Dave and Les are here, I didn't expect that on a morning like this," said Jack. David and Les walked in and told them that with no papers to be delivered they had nothing else to do.
Les, being only nine quickly got bored with all the talking and slipped away. He had something up his sleeve. It was Race who first saw that he was gone. When he pointed this out to Dave, he freaked out and went to look for him. The other Newsies came with him. "Well he couldn't a gone to faw off," Race commented. "yeah, I know" replied Dave, "We should go check up stairs in the attack." "Thatd be a perfect place to get into trouble, there is a lot of people's personal stuff up there, Race don't you have some of your belongings there?" "Yeah Jack, I do, some very personal stuff." "Oh, tell us, like what?" Snipe Shooter asked. "Well I gotta journal of stuff." "Oh, like a diary?" Snipe teased. "Cheese it kid! Let's go find Les"
The Newsies proceed to the attic where sure enough they find Les.
"Kid, what da ya think ya doin here?" Jack asked him. "I dunno, I just got bored," was Les' pathetic answer. "Hey, that's my diary! Give that here kid!" Race hollered at him. "No, why should, you have some really interesting stuff written in it. For example, Today while selling my papes, I stole..." "I'm gonna kill ya Les!" Race dove for him and caught him. "Hey, get off of me, Dave, help me!' Les squealed. "Why should I, you ran away from us and you stole Race's Diary. I think Race deserves to punish you in what ever way he sees fit." Dave told Les. "Dave... I don't know how I should punish him, how does he get it at home?" "Well, he's been grounded before and he's been sent to his room but that's about it." "Well I know what I'm gonna do wit em'!" Race said. He grabbed Les by the arm and marched him over toward a separate room in the lodging house. The room was empty accept for some old junk. Race pushed Les in an locked the door. David followed them and asked Race what he's going to do. "I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do to him. I remember when I was younger and still had parents, my father would put me over his knee and spank me. That's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna give the little pest a good old fashioned spanking!" David answered "Well... Les has never been spanked before so I don't know how he will react. I do agree though, a spanking might do him a lot of good. I have one question though, how is he going to get it, on the bare or with his pants up?" Race put on a devilish look. "You don't think I'm gonna go easy on him do you? No certainly not, he will get it on his bare butt that's for sure!"
Back in the little room.
Racetrack walked into the room. Les looked really scared. "I heard your conversation, I don't want you to spank me!" Les cried. "That's to bad, you should have thought about the consequences! Now get over here this instant!" Race looked around and found a ruler lying on the ground. Les got over his knee and Race spanked him over 30 times. Les was sobbing uncontrollably. "You got anything to say?" Race asked when he had finished. "Yeah... I'm ssss..oo..rrr.yyy, I'll...nnn..e...vvv..ee.rrr..da...da...do it again" cried Les. "Good now lets get outa here and back to the fireplace, it's to cold." Race told him.
Back in the main room with the other newsies.
"I don't think he will be messin with other people's stuff for a while." Race told them.