Ryo had just got back to his house from the digital world. He walked inside, to find his father sitting on the couch. Ryo immediately sensed he wasn't pleased. "Ryo... Come here." "Okay" "Ryo... You've been taking too many chances and risks..." Said younger boy was confused. He didn't understand what was going to happen to him. "Hmm?" Was the only way Ryo could reply to his father's words. The man understood this, because Ryo had never had to deal with what was going to happen. A hand had fallen into the brown hair. The boy felt his wrist gripped...And suddenly he was pulled over a lap. Still not understanding, the brunette didn't know what to do. "Stay still" The boy's jeans were quickly pulled down. "Ahh!" The hand fell hard and quick. Ryo was finally able to comprehend what was happening. He was being spanked. It had never happened to him before. Swat Swat swat swat swat swat. The brunette had wiggled around a little, but it wasn't so bad. He did have his boxers on at least. Smack smack smack smack. Smack! The swats got harder. Ryo was trying to get free, and trying to hold back the few tears that were slipping down his face. An arm quickly pinned the boys arms to the side of his stomach. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The bottom, if you could have seen it, was beginning to look a little like a his cheeks were blushing. Ryo's father wanted to get done with this quickly. SMACK! He brought his hand down very hard, enough to make his son gasp. Smack smack smack smack smack smack swat swat swat slap slap slap SLAP!. The magenta bottom was writhing by now, but it wasn't enough. "Son...I'm going to end this quickly." Fingers hooked into the waistband the boys boxers, and tugged them down. Ryo had heard a sliding noise, a soft chinking, and then leather tapping his bottom. CRACK! The belt landed hard. "Aihh!" Vocally displaying his pain, Ryo had just wanted it to be over. (Note that Ryo is younger here. I aged him at about 10) CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! CRACKKK! The spanker continued to belt the reddish, squirming bottom. CRACKKKKKKKK! Belting the bottom ten times harder than the last, the spanking was over. Tears rushing down Ryo's face, he desperately wanted comfort. His bottom still bare, he was lifted into a pair of arms. Rocked back and forth, Ryo was breathing in short, swift breaths, apologies spilling from his mouth. Not wanting his son to have an asthma attack, the boys father had placed a hand on Ryo's back, and pushed his son's head into his chest. The warmth felt good, Ryo had to admit. "I'm sorry. *sob*. Please don't hate me *sob* Please" Hearing his son's voice fill with compassion he had a warm reply. "I could never hate you Ryo, I was just worried, that's all. I don't want you to get hurt. I would be broken if you did" "Th-That *hic* means a lot" The warmth intoxicated the sobbing boy and with his back rubbed, he had quickly fallen asleep. His father had tightly wrapped his arms and Ryo, and fell asleep with him.