The Poker Game

Summary: Neal has an illegal poker game at June's. Neither Peter nor June is happy about it. WARNING: Contains the spanking of an adult male and the mild spanking of a minor child.

Note: I want to thank Peppe1951 for her wonderful ideas that helped me write this story.

Disclaimer: I am in not connected to the show, I write for fun only.

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Neal was enjoying his Sunday morning, attending the opening of a chic art gallery. He was currently standing in front of a painting, while drinking a glass of fine wine.

"I hope you are not casing the place." A voice said behind him. "I am friends with the owner."

Neal turned around and smiled at the man who had spoken. "Hello Trent."

"Hello Neal." The man returned the smile. "I heard they went and made you a fed."

"I work with them from time to time." Neal shrugged.

"Are you here on business or pleasure?"

"Pure pleasure." Neal assured the man.

"You always did appreciate art."

"Very much so."

"I know another thing you always appreciated."

"And that would be?"

"High stakes poker. I happen to know of a game next Saturday."

"Really?" Neal asked, interested.

"The back room of Vinny's Bar."

"I know where that is." Neal smiled. It was well within his two mile radius.

"Password is oatmeal."

"Oatmeal?"

"Yeah."

"What time?"

"Around nine."

"I will be there."

Neal knew he shouldn't go, knew that all of Trent's poker games were very illegal. But he couldn't resist. He hadn't played a good round of poker in a while. He just had to make sure Peter didn't find out, he knew the older man would not be pleased with him joining an illegal poker game. And he knew that Peter would make that displeasure known to his butt, and he so did not want another spanking.

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The next morning, Neal was getting ready for work. He was completely dressed, except for his socks and shoes. He was about to put them on, when he heard a soft knock on his door. He knew who it was.

"Come on in, Sammy." He said with a smile.

The door opened and ten-year-old Samantha walked in. She was still dressed in her pajamas, which had kittens all over them.

"Morning, Sammy."

"Morning Neal." She returned the smile. "Am I here early enough?"

"Sure are." Neal replied, reaching out and taking her small hand into his. Together, they walked over to the door to the terrace, then walked out onto it. The cold morning air hit them and they both shivered, but kept walking until they were at the edge of the terrace.

Every once in a while, when Sammy awoke early enough, she would go to Neal's room and watch the sunrise with him. She thought that he had the best view, and he agreed with her.

Neal loved mornings like this, mornings where he could share something special with the little girl who was so special to him. He loved to watch as her face lit up as she watched the sky changing color as the sun rose. That sight, to him, was a lot better then the sunrise itself.

Neal was cold, his feet were freezing. But he continued to stand there, as the sun slowly rose into the sky.

"Samantha! Neal!" June's stern voice boomed, causing them both to jump and spin around. June was standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and an angry expression on her face.

"Good morning, June." Neal smiled, wondering what was wrong.

"Get in here this instant." June said, her voice still stern. "It is barley above freezing and you two are out there with no shoes or jacket on."

Neal looked down at the young girl's feet and noticed for the first time that she was not wearing shoes or socks. Neal and Samantha quickly walked back into Neal's room, June followed them.

"You two know better then to go outside in this kind of weather without shoes on." June said. "Are you trying to catch your death?"

"We're sorry, Grandma June." Samantha said, heading towards the door. "I'll go and put some on right now."

"Samantha." The young girl stopped walking and looked at her Grandma, not liking what she saw in the woman's face. "Come here, young lady." Samantha slowly walked over to her.

"It was my fault, June." Neal said, trying to keep the young girl out of trouble. "I…."

"Not another word, young man." June said, as her granddaughter stopped right in front of her. "You are in trouble as well."

June gently took Samantha's arm and turned her sideways, then delivered five hard swats to her pajama clad bottom. She released the young girl's arm, and Samantha rubbed her stinging butt.

Neal felt guilty about the young girl getting in trouble; that was until he saw June walk over to the stove and pick up a wooden spoon from a jar sitting on the back of the stove. Then she walked over to Neal, still holding the spoon.

June nodded towards the table and Neal turned and bent over it, not really believing that June was planning on spanking him. She had threatened to a few times, but had never actually done it.

June slammed the flat end of the spoon against Neal's left butt cheek, and then added four more to the exact same spot. Then she delivered five to the other cheek, all in the same spot. Neal winced, but remained silent. He didn't think June could hit that hard, his butt was stinging.

"Either of you do it again, and those will feel like love taps. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Samantha said, shocked that her Grandma had just spanked Neal.

"Yes, Ma'am." Neal replied, as he stood up.

"Go on and get dressed, Honey." June said, leaning over and kissing the top of Samantha's head.

"Okay, Grandma June." Samantha said. "See you later, Neal."

"See you later, Sammy."

Then she left the room.

"June." Neal said. "I really am sorry I let Samantha go outside without shoes on, I should have checked to make sure she was wearing some. I…"

"Samantha is ten-years-old." June said, cutting him off. "She is old enough to remember to dress properly before going outside. I did not spank you because she was not wearing shoes. I spanked you because you were not wearing shoes."

"Oh." That was all he could think of to say for the moment. He wasn't used to having someone who cared weather he wore shoes or not.

"You know I think of you as a son, Neal." June said, her voice and eyes full of love. "So it is my job to make sure you remember to take care of yourself."

"Thank you." Neal said, as he kissed her cheek. Then a thought struck him. "If Sammy and I were spanked for the same offence, why did I get the spoon?" He couldn't stop the small pout that appeared on his face.

"How old is Samantha?" June asked, a small smile on her face.

"Ten."

"And how old are you?"

"Um….slightly older then ten." Neal said, knowing the answer to his question.

"Twenty-one years is more then just slightly." June informed him with a chuckle. "You are thirty-one years old; I doubt my hand would have made any impact on your backside."

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June's housekeeper let Peter in, and he saw Samantha stuffing books into her back pack.

"Good morning, Samantha." He smiled.

"Morning Peter." She returned the smile.

"It is cold out there this morning." Peter said. "Make sure you bundle up."

"I will, Grandma June already spanked me and Neal for not wearing shoes outside."

"She spanked Neal?" Peter asked.

"Yes Sir." The young girl nodded her head. "With a spoon, those hurt."

"I'm sure they do."

"Peter, you're real smart. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can, Honey."

"Neal's old, not as old as you, but still old."

"Uh huh." Peter said, ignoring the fact that she called him old.

"When I'm as old as Neal, will Grandma June still spank me?"

"I imagine she will if you deserve it." Peter said.

"Oh." The young girl frowned.

"Samantha." Peter said. "Your Grandma June loves you very much and she wants you to grow into a good adult, an adult who follows the rules and who knows that your loved and cared for. If that means spanking you when you're older, then she probably will."

"Yeah, I guess your right. But I don't like getting spanked."

"Well, I know a sure fire way to avoid your Grandma spanking you."

"Really?" The young girl smiled widely. "How?"

"Don't do anything to earn one."

The smile vanished and she glared at him. "That was not funny."

"Yes it was."

"Good morning, Peter." June said, as she entered the room.

"Good morning June." Peter greeted her.

"Do you have everything?" June asked the young girl.

"I just have to go get my math book." She said, as she started up the stairs.

"Thank you Peter." June said. "I heard the explanation you gave Samantha."

"You're welcome." Peter said. "But Samantha is smarter then Neal, I doubt she'll still need to be spanked when she's thirty-one." Then he grinned. "You really spank Neal with a spoon?"

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A few minutes later, Neal walked into June's kitchen. Peter was standing by the counter, drinking a cup of coffee. June and Samantha were not there.

"Morning Peter." Neal said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Morning."

Neal pulled a small spoon from a drawer and added sugar to his coffee, Peter could not resist pulling out a large wooden spoon and offering it to him. Neal looked at the spoon and frowned, then he blushed slightly.

"Sammy tell you?"

"Yep." Peter smiled.

"Not funny Peter."

"Yes it is."

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TBC. Please let me know what you think, I will post again as soon as I can, but it may not be until Saturday.