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It had been a week since Damon had returned home and Stefan saw this as a perfect opportunity. His friends had dared him to take his Father's gun so they could all go shooting and drinking in the woods. Though Stefan was 16, his Father had still not given him a gun like the other boys his age. Stefan had been walking past his brother's room to see that he had left his gun on his dresser. With Damon nowhere to be found Stefan takes his brother Colt Model gun and puts it in his trousers.
"Damn Stefan. Where'd you get that? Your father doesn't carry that kind of gun," Stefan's friend, Thomas, says to him.
"Who cares," William Hugh says. "He has a gun and that's all he needs if he wants to go shooting with us." William takes swig of the whiskey that he brought. "Besides, it's not like he'll be able to shoot it correctly anyways."
William passes around the bottle of whiskey. Each boy takes a swig except Stefan who just passes it along to the person beside him. Ok so I've put targets all around the trees. Whoever shoots closest to the middle wins."
Unknown to the boys Angelina Reid, Stefan's crush, and her friends were riding around the woods with their horses. From a distance the girls could be seen from a distance but the boys were drunk and/or oblivious to even notice.
Stefan and Thomas shot at the targets that were about 30 feet away. Angelina rode on her horse at that very minute about 5 feet away from the target. Thomas' shot had landed on the target. Stefan's, however, land in the leg of Angelina Reid's horse. A violent neigh could be heard, as well as a cry from Angelina who had fell off her horse.
"Run," William said. All of the boys scattered. Each going their own way.
Stefan ran to his house which had not been very far. It was close to nightfall and Damon was not in his room. Stefan returned the gun to his dresser and ran to his room. He wiped the dirt off his face with his sleeve and sat down on his bed. He picked up his journal and began to write.
A couple hours later there was a knock on the front door in which Giuseppe answered. "Giuseppe. Nice to see you," Sheriff William Forbes said. "Is Stefan here?"
"Yes," Giuseppe replied. "He's in his room."
"Can I see him? I would like to ask him some questions on what happened to Angelina Reid's horse. Your son was perhaps shooting and drinking with William Hugh, Thomas Smith, Andrew Boal and Frederick Charles. Apparently, your son was the one that shot Angelina Hugh's horse."
"That is preposterous," said Giuseppe. At this time Damon walks into the foyer. "Stefan does not even own a gun of his own and I was in my office working the entire day. He did not come in and take one of my guns." Giuseppe felt insulted. How could they think that a son of his could act in such an absurd way?
"Could I speak with him," Sheriff Forbes asks. "The boys, though drunk, were sure that Stefan had been with them and was the one that shot the horse."
Giuseppe nods and calls Stefan down. "Yes Father," Stefan asks as he descends down the staircase.
Giuseppe grips his arms and says, "You are being accused of being with some of your friends, drinking and shooting a horse earlier today. Is that true?"
Stefan put on his best face in which he uses to lie to his father. "No Father. I was in the house all day.
"You said the other boys were drunk," Giuseppe asks the Sheriff who nods in response. "My son unlike the other boys is not. I would appreciate it if you would leave now."
The Sheriff nods and gives his apologies. "Go to you room," Giuseppe tells Stefan. He gives Stefan a whack on his bottom when he doesn't move.
After Giuseppe is seen going into his own room floor up in the house, Damon knocks on Stefan's door. "Come in," Stefan says. Damon walks in to see Stefan in his bed reading a novel that happened to be published last year, Charles Dicken's Great Expectations.
"How are you doing tonight," Damon asked him.
"Very well," Stefan replied.
"Isn't it odd that my Colt Model gun was missing today," Damon asks. Stefan nervously intakes a nervous breath. "And imagine my surprise when I got back home and it was magically there."
Stefan closes the novel and puts it on the nightstand. "Yes that is strange."
Damon walked towards the bed, getting closer to Stefan. "And to find out that your friends had gotten drunk and were shooting targets in the woods only for one bullet to hit a horse."
Damon looked at Stefan raising an eyebrow, only for Stefan to look down at his sheets.
"So very strange," Stefan whispered.
"Strange that you did it." Stefan looks up at Damon with fear knowing that he's been caught.
"Damon. I'm sorry. Please don't tell Father," a Stefan asked his older brother. Damon gave Stefan a stern look that made Stefan stop pleading. Stefan and Damon knew no good would come from Damon telling their Father what Stefan had done.
"I'm not going to tell Father," Damon told Stefan. Stefan took a breath of relief and hugged Damon and thanked him. "Don't thank me yet. I will be punishing you myself."
"But Damon," Stefan began, trying to convince Damon not to punish him.
"No Stefan," Damon said sternly. "You stole my gun after I specifically told you not to touch it."
"Sono il fratello dispiace (I'm sorry brother)," Stefan tells Damon lowering his head.
"Stefan. I have told you many times that you are not to take something without permission," Damon says. "And to go and do something so childish is —." Stefan cuts him off.
"I am not a child Damon," Stefan tells Damon.
"Would a rational adult steal my gun, go and drink with his friends and then shoot a horse?"
"It was an accident and I didn't drink!"
"Si prega di grande fratello. Mi dispiace. (Please big brother. I'm sorry)," Stefan says giving his brother a little pout.
"Stefan you were in the woods with drunk boys shooting at random targets," Damon says sternly. "Do you not realize how dangerous a situation you were in. You could have shot your friends or yourself and they could have shot you."
Damon takes a deep breath and tries to calm down as Stefan looks back down at his sheets.
"Stand up," Damon says as he takes off his leather belt.
"What," Stefan says startled and surprised. "Please Damon. I'm not a child. Please don't punish me this way."
"Would you rather I let Father deal with you and let him know you lied." Stefan shakes his head and tears begin to form in his eyes. "Bend over your bed and take you trousers down." Stefan gets up, pulls down his trousers down and bends over the bed and grips the sheets.
Without a warning Damon swung the belt hitting Stefan's buttocks very harshly. "You do not take things that don't belong to you," Damon tells Stefan, trying to lecture him as he spanks. "Especially things that are dangerous to the people around you but to yourself."
Stefan cries out a "Please stop. I'm sorry," when Damon lays down two very painful swats. He tries to put his hand on his butt to block Damon from hitting but it only lasted for a little while before Damon takes his wrists and puts them on the middle of his back.
Damon continues to bring the belt down on his butt until his whole butt is a nice shade of red. Stefan had stopped trying to plead with Damon and just laid on the bed sobbing.
Damon stops and puts his belt back on. Stefan doesn't even notice that his spanking is over. He rubs Stefan's back as he sobs. "Pull your trousers up." Stefan stands slowly as he painfully lifts his trousers and they rest on his sore bottom.
"I'm sorry Damon," he says turning to Damon. Damon takes him in his arms and lets Stefan soak his shirt with his tears.
"If you ever take anything as dangerous of mine again without my permission I will make this feel like love taps. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir," Stefan replied submissively.
Damon kisses his head and lets him go. "Go to sleep fratellino." Stefan gets into the bed and puts the sheets over himself and closes his eyes. Damon blows out his candles and leaves the room.
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