Worth It

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Summary - Goku sometimes needs a bit of parental guidance and Genjo Sanzo is the only person to give it.

A/N - This is Parental!Sanzou/Goku. No yaoi. And, corporal Punishment.

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"Will you shut the hell up! Goku!" Sanzou wailed. Today, was like most day's. They got up early in the morning, had breakfast on the road, stopped for lunch and - thankfully - arrived at a small town. Goku, however, was acting a bit more willful than usual. Which meant challenging Sanzou on everything he said, did, or told Goku to do. It was annoying. It was pissing him off.

No matter how many times he fired his gun, Goku would just continue on. Gojyo and Hakkai were letting them at it. Neither bothering about the two. Of course, it was none of their business. Still, Hakkai usually told them to calm down. Though, Sanzou was getting the odd feeling that Hakkai was getting pissed as well.

Which meant that there was only one thing to do. Goku was in the middle of a temper tantrum, wanting more desert, but Sanzou wouldn't hear of it. They were gaining stares and grumblings from the other patrons of the restaurant and that was it. Sanzou may only be twenty-three, but damn it, he was in charge!

Without speaking, he grabbed Goku's arm and swung him up and onto his shoulder. He carried the now surprised Monkey-King upstairs to the bed room they would share that night. Up here, with the door closed and locked, it was quiet and Sanzou could give Goku the punishment he deserved.

"Why are you acting like this?" Sanzou asked, normally he would have wailed on Goku. Hitting him with his fan and maybe shooting at the five-hundred year old demon - but - there had to be something wrong. Something that he wasn't noticing, which pissed him off. He noticed everything about Goku. Damn it.

"Nothing's wrong," Goku crossed his arms and glared at his Keeper. Sanzou nodded. All right, if that was the way the game was going to be played. He approached the bed, taking off the straw chest child and the Sutra. He rolled up the Sutra so that it didn't get ripped in the ensuing struggle.

Then he disrobed and folded his clothing. His belt came off next. He turned back to Goku who was now glancing to the floor shyly.

"You do know why I am doing this right?" Sanzou asked, gently. He knew he was hard on the demon most of the time, maybe he figured that at five-hundred, Goku should act a bit more grown up. However, that wasn't the case and he knew he was expecting things from Goku that he had no right to expect.

"Yeah," Goku muttered and approach Sanzou. The Priest sat on the bed as Goku undid his pants and settled himself across the hard muscled thighs.

The belt zapped like lightning, leaving a sting as each strike landed on his buttocks. Goku didn't cry out, nor did he wiggle. He knew he deserved this. Thankfully, they did not do this often and only when Sanzou was getting desperate for some sort of good behavior would he resort to spanking.

Goku counted silently, at thirty, Sanzou stopped. He didn't push Goku off of him, he didn't stand to get dressed. Instead, he held Goku's jeans back up to their proper space and held the young (by demon standards) boy.

"I'm sorry, Sanzou, I'm so sorry!" Goku wailed. Tears streaming down his face.

"It's all right, I am not mad, please, try and be on your good behavior. Hakkai is getting rather tired of the tantrums, I think," Sanzou replied.

"Okay," Goku nodded.

However, the two sat on the bed, Sanzou hold Goku close, giving what comfort he could, and Goku swimming in it. He almost wished he got spanked everyday. Being held was worth it.