Disrespect

By Peppe1951

Summary: Neal is the adopted son of Peter and Elizabeth Burke. This happened after he made a deal with the FBI to get out of prison. Everyone in the White Collar Division is aware of this and treats him accordingly but what happens when Neal is faced with an older agent who pushes all of his buttons. How long will it take before Neal retaliates? Warning: The story contains non-consent spanking of an adult; if you don't like, don't read. Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to USA; I only write about it.

AN: In this story CI's and junior agents can be punished with corporal punishment by their superiors.

I would like to thank Miss MaryAnn for collaborating and betaeing this story. The story is based on one of her suggestions.

Chapter 1

Soon after arriving for work Monday Peter called Neal into his office. "I've got some bad news for you. Hughes has been replaced temporarily with another older agent…Michael Russell. Fortunately he will only be here for a week but it is unlucky for you that Russell is old school meaning he will not take any tomfoolery from you. He won't hesitate to treat you like he did the CI's in his time when they stepped out of line and I do not want to look up from my desk and find you draped over your desk getting a thrashing from him. I want you to either be reading a case file or working on solving a case. I do not want to find you pulling shenanigans at any time while he is here," Peter explained sternly.

"I'll be good, Dad," promised Neal. "When will he be here?"

Peter looked down at the bullpen before saying, "He's here now," and left his office to greet the older man with Neal following.

"Agent Russell, I'm Peter Burke; it's so good that you to consented to replace Agent Hughes while he is away. I understand that you came out of retirement to do this?"

"How do you do Burke; I've read a lot of good things about you and your team and their 98% closure rate. You know Reece and I are old friends and I felt that I had to help him out at this time," replied the older agent. "And who is this young man…one of your top agents, I assume."

Peter gave Neal a warning look before replying, "This is a member of my team it is true; in fact it is because of him that we have such a high closure rate but he isn't an agent, he's my CI, Neal Caffrey."

Russell took a long look at Neal before replying, "Just keep your nose clean, young man and we shouldn't have any problems," before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Neal bit back his reply and scurried to his desk to begin work. He picked up a cold case and proceeded to look for a culprit.

Peter had all of his agents looking through cold cases in hopes of finding something they could work on and like Neal they were all having problems finding something when Agent Russell stuck his head in and handed Peter their next case.

"There seems to be a series of art thefts in the gated community of Twin Rivers…the thieves have already hit two homes. Take your team and see what you can discover; leave Caffrey here for the time being," Russell ordered clearly not trusting Neal not to steal something.

Peter nodded not wanting to make waves at this time, "If it is okay with you I will have Neal check with his street sources on this case?"

Russell thought it over and nodded his agreement. "Tell him to make his calls and then get back to work on those cold cases on his desk."

"Jones, Diana you are with me…we have a new case," Peter said as he went to their area. It hurt him to see Neal look up so excitedly and for him to add, "Not this time Neal. I want you to check with Mozzie and see if he's heard anything concerning thefts at Twin Rivers and then get back to working on those cold cases."

Neal nodded trying to keep his disappointment from showing.

"I'm sorry, son but it is Russell's orders. He just doesn't know you like we do; I'm sure that once he sees how well you work he will change his mind," Peter added in a whisper before he joined his team at the elevators to head out.

Neal watched them go not realizing that he was being watched himself and that the watcher was none other than acting division leader, Michael Russell. By the time Neal turned back to his desk he found himself face to face with Russell and gulped in spite of himself. "Can I help you sir?" Neal asked as pleasantly as he could.

"Why aren't you working Caffrey? I think you need some incentive to get back to work," Russell barked as he pulled Neal from his chair and into the nearest vacant office for correction giving him six licks with a wooden ruler; even though the room had its blinds closed the agents there could still hear the punishment as well as Neal's yips of pain and when he left his face was burning as badly as his bottom.

"I had better see you working by the time I return or I will be adding to those licks…get to work!" he barked and watched with a smile as Neal gingerly sat back down and picked up another case.

Neal worked hard for the next few minutes until he sensed Russell leaving and then he hastily wiped his face of the tears before picking up his phone and calling Mozzie.

By the time Peter and his team returned Peter was dismayed to see Neal squirming in his chair and paused to ask, "What did you do this time, son?"

"Dad…he is too picky. I can't do anything to appease him. I waited too long to get to work after you left and received six licks and then while I was checking with my sources he decided that I was goofing off by staying on the phone with Mozzie too long and he added ten more licks. I got up to go to the rest room and he came in and gave me six more licks for taking too long. He said that it doesn't take ten minutes to pee," Neal replied near tears and then catching the older agent heading in his direction he brought his gaze back to the files he was reading before he could receive more licks.

"Burke…he is bothering you? I can reheat the fire in his bottom if he is?" threatened the older man while directing his glare at Neal.

"No sir, I was only asking him if his sources knew anything?" replied Peter.

"And did they?" asked the stern face older agent.

Peter nudged Neal with his foot who answered, "Mozzie did hear something but no particulars. He was going to check on the streets for any mention of pawning the spoils."

The answer seemed to please the older man who nodded and returned to his office leaving both Neal and Peter to sigh in relief. "Just hang in there a little longer Neal and soon this first day will be over," Peter said as he sought to comfort his son.

By the time they made it home Neal was in a foul mood almost earning him a spanking from his dad when he snapped at El, who was there to welcome her men back home and was taken aback when Neal snapped back to her, "How was your day" greeting with an "I'm fine now leave me alone" response.

Peter saw the hurt expression in his wife's face and popped Neal on his rear and said sternly, "Watch your mouth, son. I can easily bring back the heat in your rump."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've just had a bad day," Neal quickly apologized to his mom.

"What did he do that you had to spank him?" El asked her husband.

"It wasn't me…and before you ask it wasn't Hughes either. Do you remember Agent Michael Russell?"

El winced at the name and nodded. "He spanked our son?"

"Several times and all for petty offenses; what was the final count Neal?" asked Peter.

"Thirty all totaled," replied Neal as he gingerly sat on the sofa and then quickly turned on his side.

"Oh, sweetie I'm so sorry. You are forgiven for your short answer just now," sympathized El. "I remember when Peter was under him as a junior agent and the first time Russell lit into him."

"Russell spanked you, Dad?" asked Neal with disbelief.

"Yeah, I was a junior agent and had a habit of speaking up during conferences. I saw and heard the older agents offer their comments and thought I could do the same. Russell saw things differently and broke me of the habit quickly. I didn't do it again until I became a senior agent when he couldn't touch me. It was soon afterward that Hughes took over and Russell's practice of smacking junior agents for petty offenses came to an end. That doesn't mean that junior agents aren't still disciplined in the same manner but talking out of turn isn't one of the offenses that are punished," Peter explained.

"I wish the same could be true for CI's," Neal said from the couch.

"Since you have had such a bad day, what can I fix you for supper, dear?" asked El.

"I really don't feel much like eating, Mom," replied Neal as he put his head on his arm.

"Peter, why don't you help Neal get comfortable and then come back down; I bet I can find something he will like to eat," suggested El as she mouthed the words 'sunburn lotion' to her husband. He got the hint and moved over to where his son was lying down.

"Come on buddy, you will feel better after you have changed into something a bit more comfortable and loose," Peter said as he helped Neal up and to his room and by the time they returned Neal was feeling better. He had changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. His Dad had rubbed sunburn lotion on to his abused flesh and with a couple of pain killers in his system he was hardly feeling any pain.

El had been busy as well by pulling out some leftovers from that day's events and had them ready to be consumed by her family. She also had put a pillow in Neal's chair to help cushion his sore bottom; before the night's end his spirits had improved and he was watching an old movie with his mom. It was one of his favorites and hers, How Green Was My Valley. Peter had left them to it so he could watch the ball game in his bedroom and mother and son enjoyed the evening together. Neal slept soundly and woke to the scent of Italian Roast.