Clu panted from his spot on the ground. He was dazed from the event.

Sam looked at his father, "You're alive?" he looked over his father's younger appearance.

Flynn nodded. "Yeah, you ok?"

"I'm fine," he nodded

Flynn looked at Clu and walked over, grabbing his arm. "You and I need to talk."

Clu grunted as he was pulled, he felt heavy.

Flynn found a large piece of rubble to sit down on and put him over his lap.

"Wh-what?" he tried to stand.

He held him down. "I'm sure you know what this is. It's a form of punishment." He took his pants down.

He blushed and realized what was happening, "Let me up!" his voice felt strained.

"Tell me why you shouldn't be punished," he smacked his bottom hard.

He gasped, "I'm not a child!"

"You are acting like one," he spanked him again, "And it's not just for children."

He grunted and pushed at his side.

"Stop that," he scolded and smacked his sit spots.

He winced, "Let me go!"

"Not until I'm done," he continued.

"I did what you asked! I took the grid to its full potential!"

"You became a tyrant," he leaned him forward to hit his thighs.

He pushed with feet, "Unhand me!" he strained. He smacked harder. Clu grunted and bit his lip. He spanked him ten minutes.

By the end Clu managed to stay silent but not keep himself from crying. He had enough strength to keep from opening his mouth, but any longer and he may have begun pleading.

He rubbed circles into his back. "Don't let it happen again."

He rubbed his bottom vigorously, wiping his eyes.

"Now, will you help me rebuild?" He glared to the side. "Clu... I made you and I love you. I want you to be with me through this."

"Fine," he said quietly.

He smiled and hugged him. He blushed and leaned on him.

"Now let's get started."