A/N: The first two paragraphs follow season 1 episode 1, then I add my own twist
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Phil's POV:
"MOM! DAD!" Alex stormed into the kitchen, fuming, Luke close behind. "What happened?" I asked. "Luke just shot me!" she exclaimed, looking at a worried Luke. "I didn't mean to!" he explained. "Are you okay?" I asked, going over to her. "No, the little bitch shot me!" she snapped. "Hey! Language!" Claire scolded. Luke tried again "They're only plastic BB's! It was an accident!"
Claire shook her head. "What did I tell you what would happen if you got him a gun? Deal with this!" she shouted at me. I turned to Luke. "Buddy. Uncool." Claire looked at me with an annoyed expression. "That's it? No. The agreement was that, if he shoots someone, you shoot him." I was a bit surprised. "We were serious about that?" Claire nodded. "Yes, we were, and now you have to follow through." Luke looked like a deer in the headlights. "I'm so sorry." I shot him a stern look (The best I could, at least). "Liar."
LATER...
I sighed, and dropped the gun. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him. "Luke, come here." I said flatly. He looked a bit shocked, but walked toward me. "I'm not going to shoot you." That gave him a face of relief. "But, you still were told to be careful with the gun, and you're still going to be punished." I said, making him lose any sense of relief. "W-what are you gonna do?" he asked. I sighed, trying to think of how to get the lesson through to him.
Suddenly, I remembered how my dad always punished me as a kid. But, I couldn't bring myself to do that to Luke, could I? I decided I had no choice. I looked around and spotted a tree stump. "Luke, follow me." I said, walking over to said trunk. I looked back, and Luke hasn't moved. "If I have to go and get you, it's gonna be worse, Luke." I said, causing him to hesitantly follow me.
I sat on the trunk, and looked at Luke. "Come here." I said, grabbing his arm, and gently guiding him over my lap. I had never spanked him before, so he probably didn't know what to expect. I hesitated, but raised my hand, and landed it right on the seat of Luke's jeans. "OW! D-Dad!" he whined, squirming a bit. I shook my head, and began continuously bringing my hand down onto his jean-clad rear.
"Ow! Dad! I'm Sorry! OW! S-Stop!" he began pleading, routine for a child's first spanking. I remember I acted the same way. I continued spanking him, alternating cheeks, to spread the sting all around his rear. He continued squirming, and yelping, as I punished him. I stopped for a moment. I wondered if this was really getting to him. I lifted him up for a moment to unbutton his jeans, and pull them down, along with his boxers laying him back over my lap, with his rear exposed.
He looked even more worried now. "D-Dad! No!" he exclaimed, shooting his hand back to protect his rear. I quickly grabbed it, and pinned it to his back. "Luke, you know you deserve this, so don't fight it, or I'll get a hairbrush." I threatened, wanting to get him to stop struggling. He froze, probably in shock, and then laid still over my lap. I nodded, and continued the punishment, on his already reddening backside.
"Ow! Dad! I'm S-sorry! Yeow!" he exclaimed, kicking, and struggling to get up. It pained me to see him like this, but I knew it had to be done. I continued spanking him, until his rear was a bright red. I landed two more swats to the center of his rear, before stopping, and rubbing his back. Luke cried over my lap. Eventually, when he calmed down, I lifted Luke up, pulling his pants and boxers up, and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry I had to do that Luke." I said, rubbing his back. "I-It's fine... I-I'm sorry for n-not listening to you..." he said, looking up at me. I smiled, and pulled away. "Hey, now that that's done, how about we go play a game, or something?" I asked. He smiled, and nodded. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, as he slightly rubbed his rear. I chuckled, and ran off, with him following me, to find something to do. Hopefully I won't have to do that again for a while...
