Chap.1

Warning: This story contains spanking of a young adult. If that isn't your thing, don't read it. I'm tired of the same old nasty reviews because some people are too stupid to read the warnings! Again, this was a request. If you do not like it you do not have to read it.

Peter paced the kitchen floor and ran his hands through his hair. Why did Neal keep getting himself into these predicaments? If Peter himself hadn't had the video destroyed the kid would be on his way to jail right now. Peter had hoped that once the sentence was finished, Neal would leave his old ways behind. Neal could never do things the easy way, though. It just wasn't in him to take the easy way out.

When the tea kettle squealed, letting him know the water for the tea was ready, Peter got to work. Making the tea kept his mind on something other than Neal for a few minutes. Once he was calm, he carried the tea into the living room. Neal was still on the couch, wrapped up like a mummy. God, he looked so young! And Peter and El had almost lost him today because he couldn't follow the damn rules again.

Neal, I need you to open your eyes kiddo."

Finally, blurry blue eyes appeared. That was more than they had gotten a half hour ago. The drugs were wearing off finally.

"Drink this bud. You're dehydrated slightly."

Peter helped him wrap his hands around the warm cup, satisfied that the kid wouldn't spill it.

"Is your head any better?"

"It is actually. Now it's just a dull ache."

Peter placed two fingers under his son's chin and lifted the boy's eyes to meet his own. He wanted Neal to understand how serious this was.

"This is the second time this has happened. Your mother and I are not happy that you risked your life for a damn computer chip. What happened last time you tried something like this?"

Neal's face fell. He was in so much trouble. He wouldn't be sitting for days!

"You spanked me. You said if something like that ever happened again I'd be feeling something much worse than your hand on my backside."

Peter nodded for the kid to continue.

"I guess you're going to spank me."

"You guess right. When the drugs are out of your system and you've gotten your strength back, I'm going to bust your butt."

Neal was glad he had hidden all the torture devices. The wooden spoon and ruler were well hidden. The hairbrush and paddle were in hiding also. He couldn't hide the switches outside, but Peter had never used a switch on him before. The only other thing was his dad's gigantic hand. It hurt plenty when Peter was using it to reign down swats on his bare bottom.

"I expected that much. I'm not sorry I helped that lady."

"You're just sorry you got caught."

"I'm sorry I worried you and Mom. I didn't think this thing through. I planned everything out, I just didn't think about how upset the two of you were going to be."

Peter sighed. That was the story of Neal's life. No one but Mozzie had ever cared what happened to him. Now he had family and friends who cared. He just had to learn that. And apparently the boy wanted to do it the hard way.

"We love you, bud. We will always be upset when something happens to you."

"I'm trying to believe that. I'm getting there."

Peter kissed the top of Neal's head and grabbed the tea cup, headed for the kitchen.

"Call Mom and let her know that you're awake. She was very concerned this morning when she left. She should be back by lunch."

Neal grabbed his phone and dialed his Elizabeth's number. Maybe she could bring home something from that little deli down the street. They had the best soup.