"Bend over the table." Peter ordered removing his belt.
"But I didn't mean…." Neal started.
"You didn't mean to steal the painting and donate it?"
"No I meant that, I just didn't mean for it to cause any harm." Neal smiled.
"One."
"Oh, come on Peter, I know you treat me like one but I'm not a child."
"Two"
"What happens at three?"
"Th.."
Neal quickly bent over, really not wanting to know the answer. Peter raised his belt and brought it down hard over and over.
Neal gasped and hissed.
Peter stopped after twenty.
"Never again, understand?"
"Yes Sir!"
