By His Mother's Hand
By Peppe1951
Summary: Neal finds out that not only does he have to worry about his dad's disciplining him but his mom as well. Warning: The story contains the non-consensual spanking of an adult. If this isn't your type of story please do not read!. Disclaimer: White Collar belong to USA Network I only write about it.
AN: In this story Neal has been adopted by the Burkes to be their legal heir. The rest pretty much follows the series.
"Hi Mom," Neal said as he entered the backyard.
El looked up to see her son, Neal Caffrey, walking up. She had to marvel again on how fortunate she and Peter were to have Neal in their family and although he still drove them nuts at times with his antics they loved him dearly and would do anything for him.
"Good Afternoon, son," she replied as she stood up and gave him a hug.
Neal returned the hug and added a kiss to her cheek before he looked around the backyard.
El eyes followed his gaze and hastened to explain, "I thought this would be the perfect day to prune the trees and bushes. I just couldn't take another moment inside when it was so pretty outside."
Neal nodded and stood fidgeting in front of her so much that she knew he was in trouble yet again.
"Where is your father?"
"At work…he told me to go home."
"What did you do Neal?"
"Why do you think I did something wrong?" asked Neal indignantly.
"NEAL!"
"It's not my fault…I was blackmailed," Neal declared.
"And?"
"And I almost got arrested…Dad was pissed," Neal finished.
"You almost got arrested!" that statement got El's attention immediately and she soon had Neal by the ear as she growled menacingly in his ear. "Explain!"
"MOM!" squeaked Neal before she let go.
It only took El to glare at him before he was explaining what exactly happened.
Neal grudgingly began to tell his mom everything but being sure to do so to put himself in the best light. "I was approached by another art thief, Abigail Kincaid at the museum that Dad and I were at and recognized me; later she tracked me down out in front of the Marshall's office. It was then that she offered me the proposition of stealing a piece of art at the museum and she would steal whatever I wanted at the Marshalls' office."
"And you told her?"
"Well, yes…but I didn't know she was going to steal it at the time."
"Neal…you didn't?"
"It's not until the next day when dad told me that the Marshalls aren't going to share Ellen's folder with me that I decide that the price is too high and turn her down. You know I am trying but it is awful hard," Neal replied sincerely.
El reached up and kissed him on the cheek, "I know son and I'm so proud of you for turning her down…but why are you in trouble with your dad?" she asked as she started back pruning moving towards the only tree left in the back yard with Neal trailing.
"Well Abigail didn't take my refusal well and gave me one of the pages from Ellen's file. She had already stolen the file and saved it to a jump drive and said that if I don't steal the art piece then she would make sure that the Marshall's learn of the DNA she left behind…my DNA. She pulled a few of my hairs out and left them around the keyboard. I had no choice but to steal the art," Neal replied remorseful.
"NEAL! You should have gone to your dad and confessed!"
"I didn't think he would believe such an outrageous story of me being blackmailed into stealing a piece of art."
"Neal your dad would have taken your word…you know that. You were using this as a means of getting the jump drive!"
Neal looked at her in shock…even with all of his fanciful talk she still saw through him. "You know…how?" he asked at last.
"Your dad called after he sent you home and told me the whole story. Neal you hurt your dad terribly. You lied and deceived him and still in the end you got
what you wanted…the jump drive that will hopefully lead you to your birth father.
Well I'm going to tell you now that your actions have earned you a thrashing," El said angrily as she suddenly cut off a finger width branch from the tree she was pruning.
Neal turned white at the announcement "Mom….I'm sorry. I won't do it again…I promise!"
"Neal do you know what type of tree this is?" she asked as she began to strip the bark from the large stick in her hands.
Neal shook his head as he watched as a sick feeling began to consume him.
"It's a hickory tree…and do you know what a hickory stick was mainly used for in the good old days?" she asked calmly.
Neal shook his head.
"It was used impart consequences on those who constantly were naughty," explained El as she suddenly attacked Neal's rump. She grabbed Neal by the ear and began to whale away on Neal's rump causing him to dance and try and get away.
"MOM!...Owww….owww…some…owww…one…ow…will…owww…see…owww…
owww," Neal cried.
El released his ear and Neal quickly got out of range of the stick while rubbing his rump but El wasn't finished. "You get to your room…I'll be up to finish this conversation…and Neal if I have to chase you down you won't be sitting comfortable for months!" she threatened as she watched him hightail it back in the house. She knew that she had to calm down and cool off before she did him some real damage.
El walked in about thirty minutes later carrying her wooden spoon. "Young man I am so disappointed in your conduct these last few days for what you put your dad through. You lied to him repeatedly, misled him; I dare say that you caused him great concern when he had to realize that he would have no recourse but to imprisoned you once again and don't you realize what that would have done to the both of us. Neal we love you but you threw that love back in our faces and think that saying that your sorry is enough to get you out of trouble. Well son, I'm not going to let you get away with it. This time it will be by my hand that you pay the consequences for your actions…now drop your pants and bend over your desk," she added sternly as she pointed to the desk in the corner of the room.
With tears running down his face Neal did as he was told and soon had his trousers at his ankles and bent over the desk. El's words hurt worse than the impromptu switching in the back yard had but he knew he deserved them as much as he did the paddling he was about to get.
El moved quickly and slammed her spoon down in his boxer-clad backside again and again until she had him sobbing out loud and begging for mercy. "I'm s-sorry…owwww…owwww…owwww…owwww…owwwww…Mom….p-please-e-e…owwww…owwww,"and on he cried until some fifty licks later El threw down her spoon and pulled her son into her arms to comfort him.
"I've got you sweetie…all will be okay now…your slate is clean and we won't talk about this again…but sweetie next time any situation comes up where you think you can handle it without involving your dad please remember your sore backside before you make that decision," El said soothingly as she continued to rub his back. Neal nodded, "I'm-m so s-sorry M-Mom. Has my actions lost me your and Dad's l-love?"
"Oh Neal, there is nothing you can do that will separate you from our love. We may not like all you do but you will always have our love. Do you understand, sweetie?"
Neal nodded and yawned. He never understood how getting his backside spanked severely always made him sleepy but once again it has happened.
"Let's get you into bed…and when you wake your dad will be home and we can have supper," she said as she gently helped him to bed where he immediately turned on his stomach and promptly fell asleep.
"Where is Neal?"
El hurried to her husband who had just entered the house. "He's upstairs taking a nap."
Peter raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You're telling me that after all he has done that he feels he can sleep without a care in the world…well I'm going up there and give him a piece of my mind to his backside…El I almost lost him to the prison system…I almost lost my s-son," Peter said as he broke down.
"Peter…you didn't let me finish…Neal is upstairs sleeping, but he is sleeping on his stomach," El explained and watched as the meaning of his sleeping on his stomach began clear.
"Y-you spanked him?"
"Well, not exactly spanked. I gave him six licks with a hickory switch followed by fifty with my wooden spoon; trust me he is repentant for his actions…he also will find it difficult to sit comfortable for the next few days," El replied with a sad smile.
"It's hard being a parent, El but I'm proud of you for handling this. Now Neal has not only has to worry about me punishing him but also being paddled by your hand.
The End
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