Inspired by And Then There Were Four

"Over the knee Daniel, Time for your first bionic spanking,"

I do not own Lab Rats.

Chase's First: (Avalanche)

Once Douglas was shipped off to the warehouse and the whole icy situation was rectified, Adam Bree, Chase and Leo were off to dry and wind down.

Tasha on the other hand pulled Donald aside.

"Donald, it is time you reign in these kids. I know that they are bionic but they are not invincible! I do now want to lose one of them because of their own stupidity," Tasha said with determination and fear at the same time

"I know." Donald sighed, "I can't ground them, I can't disable their bionics, and chores don't seem to help,"

"I have an option. It works on bionic and regular kids," Tasha suggested as she ran a hand up and down his back

"What?" Donald asked with mild curiosity and hope

"Spank them," Tasha said simply

Donald mulled over the possibility and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to fit.

"That may just be it," Donald whispered

"I will take everyone out of the house and you can have this talk with Chase," Tasha decided as she yelled for the kids

"Chase! I want you in the lab in five," Donald said firmly as he left the living room

Chase acknowledged his father's command and headed down to the lab.

"Chase, we need to talk," Donald said as he gestured to a stool. Chase took a seat and looked up into his father's disappointed eyes

"You risked your life over some teasing," Donald stated

"I had to prove my worth," Chase said defensively

"No you did not. As much as they tease you, they look up to you and respect you. If that was not true this team would have never worked," Donald lectured

Chase started to deny it but even with his super intelligence couldn't come up with a reliable argument.

"I am sorry," Chase offered half-heartedly. While it was the correct thing to say, it was certainly not meant.

"You will be," Donald said as he retrieved a thick piece of wood from a drawer. Running his hand over the cool wood brought back memories. The paddle belonged to his father who made good use of it on both Donald and Douglas.

Never would Donald have thought that he would be using it on his own son.

Chase's eyes grew wide and he froze," You can't,"

"I can't?" Donald asked quietly, "I am for all purposes your father and you, my son endangered his life over some trivial teasing and I can't punish you?"

"Not with that." Chase choked out

"I know it is harsh for your first physical punishment but I keep seeing your dead bod mangled in the snow. I wouldn't have been able to deal with that," Donald said finally

"Please dad! Anything but that!" Chase tried once more

"You know as well as I do that there is nothing else I can do. It is this or my belt, your choice," Donald offered

Chase ran the calculations in his head and knew that the paddle would hurt much more in the long run, yet somehow he felt as if he deserved it.

"Where d'ya want me?" Chase mumbled

Donald gestured to the desk but stopped Chase before he beent over.

"Lose the pants, kid,"

"I-," Chase stopped and pulled the pants down, letting it drop to his ankles before bending over

"I am sorry Chase but you will never do something so idiotic again," Donald said firmly

Mr Davenport stood behind me just holding the paddle across my buttocks. It feels pretty cool back there at the moment but I know very soon the fires of hell will be burning as this paddle sears its message across my butt.

There will be no more idiotic stunts for this guy. Uhuh.

I feel the paddle ascend and swiftly hear the crack.

My brain takes a few seconds to register and I grind my teeth to stop the howl. Man, he is not holding back one bit.

Crack! goes the damned thing again and again and again.

It has been 6 swats with the wooden demon and my resolve to take this silently is long gone as I whimper and squirm.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

My face was sticky and wet, my sleeves were soaked and streaked and my backside, well my backside was regretting its attatchment to my body.

I can hear Mr. Davenport moving closer and I wonder what he is doing. It becomes apparently clear as I feel his fingers tug on the waistband of my briefs.

I let out a strangled sob of mortification but instead of pulling my underpants to my ankles, he pulled the soft fabric up and wedged it into my butt crack. I would remember to thank him later after he finishes stripping my butt of its flesh.

The paddle was slammed onto my vulnerable and quivering ass cheeks.

'AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!' Somehow that swat seemed harder. Who knew that a pair of briefs made a difference?

The swats came down and my howls increased in volume. Suddenly I was thankful that Tasha had taken everyone out.

Soon I lost count of the swats that rained down on my rear. I could feel the heat radiating off my backside and my sobs were now incoherent.

I did not even notice that Mr. Davenport had tossed the wretched thing aside and was now rubbing my back.

I sucked in deep breaths and began to calm down. I felt Mr. Davenport running his hand across my back, whispering his apology and asking me to never put him in such a position again. This only served to make me cry harder.

Eventually Mr Davenport lifted me off the desk and wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed into his shoulder and I felt lighter, better too.

"Thank you, Dad," I whispered as I spotted the tears running down his face too.

"I will not hesitate to do this again if you act like a reckless idiot," Mr Davenport muttered as he ran his hand through my hair

"I better get freshened up," I said softly as I pulled my coarse pants over my sore butt. I made my way to the bathroom and rinsed off the snot and tear streaks.

I hurriedly changed my t shirt and before leaving the bathroom, I pulled my pants and underpants down and inspected my butt.

Damn! It was crimson red and still warm to the touch. Now Adam and Bree could tease me all they wanted but I will never attempt another stupid stunt.