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Chapter Two

The next morning I awoke with a hiss as my ass made contact with my bed, it was still fucking tender! I groaned as I remembered I had another spanking coming to me again that morning. My eyes welled up with unexpected tears; I wanted to cry! I did not want another spanking! I hated how strict my dad could be, it wasn't fair! I'm a fucking adult and I didn't need to follow his stupid rules anymore. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my backpack and dumped out my school supplies and books. School was another thing I hated. I was a year behind still in the 11th grade because I failed the year before… I really don't want to get into that... I packed some clothing and money that I had hidden in a drawer into my backpack then threw on some briefs, jeans and sneakers and walked toward my window. Just as I opened it my bedroom door opened and I froze softly swearing at myself.

"Shut that window and come here." I winced at my dad's angry tone and shut my window then dropped my backpack on the floor. I drew a shaky breath as I turned to face him then bravely expressed. "I'm not going to let you spank me again. I'm not a kid-"

"You are still very much a kid simply by your behavior and I will not stand by and watch you destroy your life with reckless decisions. If it takes spanking you to make you think twice before doing something you shouldn't be doing then that is what I'll do," He took a few steps toward me then grabbed me roughly by my arm then sat and yanked me over his knee. It all happened so fast that as soon as I was going to voice my protests his hard hand began to strike my ass in solid, hard slaps. All too soon my ass throbbed unbearably and I could not hold back my cries. "S..stop! ...I ...I'm sorry!"

"You are sorry you got caught, running away doesn't solve anything Jason. You don't run away from your problems." He lectured as he continued to lay hard swats all over my burning ass.

As tears from pain and shame escaped my eyes I was surprised when he actually did stop and helped me to my feet. My hands flew to my face to wipe my teary eyes while his went to my jeans and undid them. I cried harder as I felt him undo my pants and pull them down along with my briefs to fall around my ankles. Before I could protest I was yanked down once again with my red bare ass facing the ceiling over his knees. I cried in agony as he pounded my sore ass over and over never missing a beat with his hand for a few more minutes. While I was lost in agony while sobbing like a baby there was a knock on the bedroom door that caused my dad to pause and call out, "Yes?"

And to my complete modification the door opened to reveal Alfred, "Sorry to interrupt Master Bruce but Miss Leslie has already arrived and is pressed for time sir,"

"Thanks Alfred, please send her up," Bruce said as he pulled off my sneakers then pulled off my jeans and briefs that dangled from my ankles. I cried hard as I was set on socked feet and a t-shirt that barely reached the top of my thighs.

"Certainly sir," I didn't miss the look of disappointed Alfred threw at me before he shut the door. It only made me feel worse.

Dad guided me to the bathroom and with a dampened wash cloth he wiped my red tear streaked face and puffy eyes. I glanced at myself in the mirror and flushed even deeper not at all wanting Leslie to see me right then. He pulled me into an embrace then easily pulled me up over his shoulder and carried me back into my room. I squirmed over his broad shoulder and whined, "Put me down,"

When I was dropped back on my feet I noticed with embarrassment that Leslie was already in my room and Alfred stood right next her and both were staring straight at me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up as I stood in just a white t-shirt that barely hid my bright red spanked ass.

"I took the liberty of letting Miss Leslie in while you were freshening up." Alfred explained.

"I've heard what you've been up to young man and you should be ashamed." Leslie scolded me as she placed her large black medical bag on my bed and I couldn't meet her eyes because I was so embarrassed.

"I want him tested for sexual diseases." Dad said to Leslie and watched her nod. "I have to get to the clinic, so I have to make this quick." I saw her pull out a few items from her bag and one item in particular confused me, it look like a long, thick q-tip.

"Come here Jason," She commanded as she snapped on rubber gloves.

The moment I was in arms reach she lifted my shirt to my navel and instructed me. "Hold it there." I flushed as red as my ass was when she closely examined my junk. And I was not ready for what happened next, she grabbed a firm hold of my penis with one hand next grabbed that long q-tip the started to press it right into my piss hole! I freaked out and tried to back away from her but she had a good grip on my penis that kept me in place. "Stop it! What the hell are you doing?"

"Jason!" My dad scolded as he came up from behind me.

"She's trying to stick something up my cock!" I hated how whiny I sounded.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you but I am going to need to take a sample, it'll be quick, please try and relax." She said before she pressed the long q-tip straight in. I'd never felt anything go up there before and I never want to again, it fucking hurt! I was so relived when she pulled it out and I didn't even realize I had started to cry until my dad pulled me into his arms.

"Alright, I have to get to the clinic now. I'll call you when I get the results Bruce, and Jason I hope you've learned from this." I nodded sullenly as I pulled away from my dad while he said, "Thanks Leslie,"

"You know I'm here for you and your boys anytime," She reminded softly.

"I'll see you out Miss Leslie," Alfred said as he opened the door, then they finally walked out.

I went to one of my drawers and looked for the softest pair of flannel pants I had then eased them on and couldn't help but hiss as the fabric brushed against my sensitive ass.

"Come on chum, let's go to my study so you could start on that report you owe me."

"Can't I just write it in here?" I asked well more like begged not at all wanting to leave the comforts of my room,

"No, you'll write it in the study because that's where I'll be because from now on until I say otherwise you'll either be with me or with Alfred when you aren't in school."

I wanted to protest but my throbbing ass convinced me to keep my mouth shut. I followed him into his study and watched as he pulled a wooden chair to the front of his desk then place a few sheets of paper and a pen I front of it. "You'll be sitting right here working on your report when I'm in the study."

I nodded with a grimace then sat on the chair and let out a soft whimper as my ass touched the hard chair. Dad sat across from me in his desk and starting making a few business phone calls.

As I tried to sit still and write the stupid report the study's door busted open to show a crying Tim, "Dad! Damien hit me!"

Since Dad was on the phone he sent a glare toward my little brother. Then Dick walked in asking, "Dad! Can I borrow the new Bugatti?" After realizing our dad was on the phone he added sheepishly, "Oh, sorry."

I quickly flipped my report over and glared at my brothers when I noticed they were trying to read what I had written.

"Why are you in trouble?" Tim questioned and I ignored him,

"Jay behaved pretty naughty so dad had to punish him." Dick supplied and I couldn't help but grumble, "Shut it Dickface,"

"Boys how many times must I tell you to knock before entering my study," Dad scolded my brothers after he ended his call.

"Sorry, but Damian kicked me in the stomach really hard," Tim whined,

"Come here, "Dad's tone softened and Tim quickly went to stand in front of him and lifted his shirt to show a dark bruise appearing on his stomach.

"Oh snap Timmy, Dami did that to you?" Dick gasped,

Tim nodded with a pout and our dad rose from his chair, "I'm going to go and have a talk with him." Dad growled before he stalked out the study. As soon as he was out the room I jumped up from the chair and gave my ass a good rub.

Tim gave me a funny look and Dick just laughed. "Looks like dad lit into you again this morning."

"No shit,"

"Dad spanked you?" Tim asked surprised since he rarely ever got spanked.

"I told you he was naughty Timmy." Dick smirked and I got in his face and demanded. "Quite fucking saying I was naughty."

"You better watch that naughty mouth before dad or Alfred hears you." Dick lightly scolded.

"Go fuck yourself." I spat then froze when I heard a stern British accent, "Master Jason, come with me at once, you need that filthy mouth cleaned out." I turned my best pleading look at him but he was unwavering. Fucking great! I was going to eat soap again in less than twenty-four hours! I really needed to learn how to watch my mouth…and not break anymore rules…


THE END…

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