AN: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SPANKING TYPE STORIES STOP REVIEWING THIS ONE. If you think that Neal is being abused then you have obviously missed the point of the story. This is the type of discipline a parent, in my story, uses on their son. If it isn't the type of fiction you like to read then go elsewhere.
Chapter 2
"It's going to be better today, Dad," began Neal on their ride into work. "I'm not going to do anything to cause Russell to punish me. I've already talked to Mozzie and he's updated me. He's found the fence for the first theft and is now looking for the second. Here is the name and address of the first fence," Neal said as he handed over the paper it was written on.
"That's great son," praised Peter, "we will check it out as soon as I report in to Russell."
Neal had high hopes of being allowed to accompany his dad and his team in pursuit of the thefts…at least to talk to the fence that Mozzie found but once again Agent Russell shot the request down and he was sent to do some filing, a job that he hated more than mortgage cases. It seemed that Russell was taking no chances with the CI and decided to keep him working in the office where he could be watched instead of letting him loose on the city.
Neal watched out for Russell and followed his rules as best that he could for the rest of the day and he stayed out of trouble until Thursday when he got into trouble yet again…but this time he was framed by one of the junior agents who Russell had gone out of his way to "teach" how to be the best agent he could and when he hadn't measured up Russell had disciplined him in a similar manner as he had Neal only he deserved of the discipline that Russell had been raining down upon him. He had only been accepted as an agent due to family connections. He felt that he didn't need to learn the rules and had on many occasions foisted his work on Neal to do and then he had taken the praise.
The junior agent, James Nichols came into the lounge and seeing only Neal looking for something to eat for lunch offered him his…a ham and cheese sandwich. "Look Caffrey I know I have been treating you badly in the past and I want to make up for it. I brought this sandwich for lunch but have just been sent out to run an errand for Russell so I thought I would grab something before I come back, so if you like you can have my sandwich instead."
Neal looked suspiciously at Nichols but he was hungry and Peter was still out with Jones and Diana bringing in a major suspect in the thefts that he waved aside his suspicions and thanked the agent before sitting down to consume the sandwich. "I guess anyone can change eventually," he thought to himself as he took a bite. It was delicious…the cheese wasn't just the normal cheddar that most had on a sandwich but Broschetto and the ham was from a deli. "I'm just glad that Nichols isn't a devil's ham sort of guy," he added to himself as he took another bite. It wasn't until he had nearly finished the sandwich that the real trouble began.
"CAFFREY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING EATING MY LUNCH!" roared Michael Russell and Neal knew he had been set up and that he was going to pay heavily for it.
"I-I'm sorry sir…A-Agent Nichols g-gave it to me…he said it was h-his and that you had sent him out and he would g-grab lunch on the way back," stuttered Neal as his fear for Russell showed.
"I was warned about you…liar, con artist, thief and forger…your kind never changes and the only thing that can get through to you that lying and stealing is wrong is a good thrashing…well sir you have earned yourself a major one now. That cheese was the best that money can buy and you have eaten all that I have. I'm going to take the price of that cheese out on your butt," barked Russell as he pushed Neal against the table he was just eating at and began to whale away at his backside letting his anger direct his blows but stopped after giving the CI twelve licks.
When Russell realize that he had let his anger rule his actions he was mortified at himself for losing control not that he would apologize so he only said, "Clean yourself up and get back to work. I want all of those case files you have been working on filed away before you leave today," and left Neal to cope.
Neal hissed as he straightened up and gingerly picked up the sandwich and threw it away. His appetite was gone. He then gingerly walked out aware of all of the looks coming his way as he walked to the nearest men's restroom to try and wash away his pain and embarrassment. He was still there when Peter walked in. "Neal," was all he said but it was all that it took before Neal threw himself into his dad's arms for comfort.
"I…it…N-Nichols set m-me up…it hurts-s," he cried as Peter rubbed his back to comfort him.
"Agent Nichols caused your pain?"
Neal nodded, "but R-Russell was the one that b-beat me…he gave me twelve licks."
Peter nodded and said, "go to the filing room and I'll see if I can convince Agent Nichols to confess about setting you up."
About an hour later Peter returned to find Neal finished and waiting leaning against the wall as he was still too sore to sit. "Come on; we're going…Russell approved it. He wants me to tell you that he's sorry; it seems that Agent Nichols had a change of heart and admitted to setting you up at lunch."
Neal nodded but in his heart he wanted revenge and he was going to get it no matter what it might cost him in the end.
"Dad, can you take me to June's? I would like to spend the night there instead of home with you and Mom," Neal requested quietly.
"Are you sure? I know you're upset about what happened today..."
"It's okay...Mozzie said he was going to drop by and I would really like to see him. I know you and Mom say that it is okay for him to visit at your house but he is more comfortable at June's," replied Neal as he tried to convince his dad that he was okay.
Peter paused as he considered it and then turned at the next light to head for June's and his son's other home. He made excellent time and dropped his son off but not before telling him, "if you change your mind later come on over we will be happy to have you stay."
"Thanks dad," Neal replied as he got out of the car and headed in. Peter waited until he had closed the door to the beautiful old house before speeding off to his home and lovely wife.
As soon as Neal greeted June he hurried up to his apartment to relax. He had barely changed into a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt before Mozzie arrived.
"Neal," greeted the smaller man before getting a good look at his friend. "What's wrong...you are planning something. I can see it in your eyes."
"It's a good thing that Dad isn't as talented as you or he wouldn't have let me out of his sight," replied Neal before launching into his plan. "I'm about to start payback on Agent Michael Russell and would like your input."
"Don't tell me that he punished you again today?" asked Mozzie, "what happened this time?"
"That insufferable Agent Nichols set me up and I fell for it..." Neal started to explain.
"So you ate Russell's lunch and he gave you twelve licks for it and Nichols set it all up?" Mozzie said as he summed it up.
"Yes."
"So what are you going to do to pay Nichols back?"
"Nothing...it is Russell that I'm after. He has thrashed me nearly every day for some petty offense and then this time for something I was the victim of. Peter convinced Nichols to tell the truth and then Russell didn't even have the decency to apologize to me for his mistake. He told dad to apologize for him and then went about his business as if my feelings didn't require an apology. No it is time for him to experience a little embarrassment too...it's payback time."
"What are you planning?"
"Tomorrow he is leaving and Hughes returns...thank goodness. I may annoy Hughes but he wouldn't have gone off halfcocked before punishing me. He would have investigated the whole thing first...but I digress. As I was saying Russell will be gone by noon for his five to six hour journey back home. He lives near the Canadian border and will have to go through a border station where his luggage will be searched. What type of embarrassment would he suffer if a noxious odor was to be discovered?" Neal said as he laid out his plan.
Moz began to smile and then laugh at the thought. "He would be mortified if he was suspected of some sort of crime. But what are you going to use to cause the smell?"
"Cheese...I figured that a wide selection of stinky cheese would do the trick," Neal confided with a smile. "Just think of the type of odor it will produce after being in a hot car trunk for four to five hours."
"He's going to be one mad Suit. Neal are you sure that you should go through with this?" cautioned Mozzie.
"Yes...I'll be careful...Don't worry Mozzie...I've got it all figured out. Mom is catering the Stinky Cheese Festival and will have several samples on hand as appetizers. I'm going to borrow a few and store them in several bags to hide the smell before sneaking them out to Russell's car. I figure that I'll have plenty of time to hide them in Russell's luggage before Hughes officially resumes as White Collar Director...after all the two men are friends and will most likely have some words before Russell leaves. It will be a piece of cake," Neal explained with a smile.
Author's Note: There really is a Stinky Cheese Festival and it is held in NYC. The
sixth annual Stinky Cheese Festival was held from March 1 to 10, 2013.
