Still do own them, Damnit! I just like to play in other's playgrounds. That way mine stays neat and tidy.
Chap. 2
June watched her young charge as he drifted through the past. A few hours ago, he had been turned over Peter Burke's knee receiving a sound spanking. Now he lay on the bed, on his stomach, and tried to sort out just what and who was Neal Caffrey. Just days ago she was sure he considered himself a smooth conman, but now he looked more like a small child in fantasy land. The wet hair sticking out at all angles only added to the illusion. The revelations he had made about his childhood still haunted her. She had children and grandchildren, she had at times taken them over her knee for a good spanking, but she had never abused them. They were too precious to her. As was the young man smiling at her now.
"I really am sorry."
"I know. So stop feeling so guilty. In a few minutes it'll all be over."
"Don't remind me!"
June laughed at the circumstances. She would hate to be in Neal's shoes right now. She had no doubts that Peter had made his displeasure known, and now she was about to do the same. However, she doubted her hand would feel anything like Peter's. What was it Neal had said? Oh yes, Peter's hand was like granite. Hard and unyielding.
"Come on, up. Drop the pants and bend over the bed."
"You're serious?"
"Honey, I've seen it all before. That night you passed out in the shower. Scared the hell out of me. Not telling anyone, you had a concussion. I should've taken my hairbrush…well never mind."
Neal did as he was told, not wanting to risk upsetting the woman even more. He remembered parts of that night. He had been mugged on his way back from getting Chinese food with Mozzie. He should have called Peter after it happened or at least had June do it for him, but he had been stubborn. All that got him was a two-day hospital stay and a lecture from El about taking better care of himself.
June placed her hand on Neal's trembling back and pushed him forward, giving her better access to his still pink behind. June knew from experience that getting two spankings in one day hurt like the devil. She also knew that the redness and most of the soreness would be gone by morning.
"It's just a spanking, Honey. It doesn't change anything."
Neal nodded and turned back around, readying himself for another spanking. He wanted to run and hide like a child, but he realized he would have to come back at some point and June would still be waiting for him. The first swat reawakened the soreness from his earlier tangle with Peter.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
After fifteen swats, June noticed the tips of Neal's ears were red. He was crying and she felt terrible. Then she remembered what he had done to deserve this. He could have been arrested again and taken away. The little devious devil deserved every lick. Pushing him further forward allowed her more access to that tender "sit spot". It too was still slightly red from earlier.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
The tears were coming in downpours now. Neal's backside looked aflame, June did not want to think about how that felt.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Neal didn't even realize the spanking was over until June was guiding him back to bed, tucking him in and kissing his forehead. He didn't want her to leave. If she left, she might call peter and tell him she wanted to back out of the deal. Something must have flashed across his face because June sat beside him on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair, telling how much she enjoyed having him there, rubbing his back as she described how much fun she had with and because of him. Neal had never felt more wanted in his life. Well, except with Peter and El. Somehow these people made him feel like someone cared. Even if they had to set his rear-end on fire to do so. He would analyze that in the morning, right now, he was too tired and too sore and June's hand felt good in his hair.
June waited until Neal was deep asleep to call Peter. The agent talked her out of her guilt and assured her that Neal would still love her just as he had since the day that met.
"Peter, he's been hurt so much."
"He has us now, we'll him through it."
"Are you and El still coming for breakfast in the morning?"
"Yes. Now stop worrying and get some sleep."
