Chapter 11 – The Fine Line of Respect

Character Focus – Vince McMahon and DX (D-Generation X – Shawn Michaels and Paul Leveque/Triple H/ Hunter)

WARNING: NONSEXUAL SPANKING OF AN ADULT

Shawn Michaels nervously played with the hem of his shirt. They really had gone a little too far tonight. Taking over the boss's private jet had been bad enough, but vandalizing it had really been the icing on the cake. Or the straw that broke the camel's back, depending on how you looked at it.

Hunter, however, didn't seem to have a care in the world. He casually tossed a tennis ball repeatedly against the door of Vince's office. It had to be driving the elder man crazy. The door suddenly swung open and a fuming Vince McMahon stepped out.

"STOP HITTING MY DOOR WITH THAT DAMN TENNIS - " he was cut off by the ball catching him in the jaw. While Shawn looked horrified, Hunter doubled over with laughter.

"Bad timing, Vince," he chuckled.

"My office, NOW," Vince ordered, his voice dangerously quiet. Not wanting to push their luck, the two degenerates did what he said (For once, the boss thought to himself) without a word.

"What you two did tonight was completely unacceptable," Vince said, taking a seat in his plush, black leather swivel chair. "Do you have any idea how much it's going to cost me to get all of that green paint off of my private jet? I know you do, Hunter – care to tell me?"

Sighing, he said, "Couple thousand."

"And that doesn't bother you at all?"

"Well….I guess we shouldn't have vandalized it in the first place but honestly, a couple thousand really isn't going to affect you that much. I don't see why this pissed you off so much, it's not that big of a deal."

Vince shook his head in disbelief. "Shawn, you want to explain to Hunter why this is such a big deal?"

Eyes darting between his boss and his best friend, he said, "It was very disrespectful to you."

"Exactly. I don't mind the little jokes and pranks you two do around here. In fact, I've learned to enjoy them. But there's a line between having fun and being disrespectful to authority figures."

Hunter sighed. He was starting to feel the guilt. Vince could see the remorse invading Hunter's features. Thank God, he thought.

"Hunter, why don't you go wait in the hall while I deal with Shawn," Vince said. Shooting Shawn an apologetic glance, he left the office and shut the door behind him.

As usual, Shawn looked nervous as hell. Vince had always had a soft spot for Shawn, and he usually never had to do something as drastic as give his best wrestler a spanking, but every so often, Shawn would stray from the straight and narrow, mostly due to influence from Hunter. Vince was always there to help him, whether Shawn wanted it at the time or not. Afterwards, Shawn was always appreciative of the older man's correction.

Pulling out a paddle from his desk drawer, he stood and stood next to Shawn. He gave the younger man's shoulder a comforting squeeze before gently pushing him over the desk. Knowing exactly how much the paddle hurt, he didn't see any need in baring Shawn for this particular paddling. Knowing the drill, Shawn buried his head in his crossed arms and steadied his frantic breathing.

Taking his place at Shawn's left side, Vince said, "Tell me why you're receiving this paddling."

"Because we disrespected you," Shawn said miserably. "I'm really sorry, Vince."

"I know, kid."

Vince brought the first swat down hard across the top of Shawn's thighs. The younger man yelped, but stayed in place. Vince didn't hold back: swats on his sit spots, thighs, and every inch of his bottom. Shawn cried, hard, but took it because he knew he'd been bad. At the 15th swat, Vince started talking: "You won't do anything like this again, will you?"

"N-No!" Shawn cried, his entire body racking with sobs.

"You're not naughty; you're a very good kid. I know you are."

"N-Not naughtyyy," Shawn nodded. Vince smiled at Shawn's child-like response.

"Just two more," the older man said. He delivered them quickly to this sit spots and thighs and finally let the younger man up off the desk. Shawn clung to his boss, who really was more like a father than just an employer, and the older man was only happy to give Shawn the comfort he needed.

"You're OK," Vince said, "you're OK. You took your punishment very well."

"Th-Thank you," Shawn sobbed, his head buried in the crook of Vince's neck. Once the bountiful comfort dished out, Vince sent Shawn to send Hunter in. He allowed his younger charge to seek more comfort from Linda, who had a very big spot in her heart for the Showstopper.

Vince sighed, knowing he now had a very hard-headed son-in-law to deal with next. Hunter entered the room, looking very nervous and very unwilling to submit to any spanking of any sort. He tried keeping a serious, non-intimidated expression on his face but quite frankly was failing miserably. Vince shook his head and leaned against his desk. "So. Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

Hunter glared at the older man. "I'm not a child. I am not getting a spanking from you."

"Are you calling Shawn a child?"

"More so than I am."

"Funny. You're acting a lot more like a child than Shawn right now."

"And how the hell do you figure that?" Hunter growled.

"An adult wouldn't be arguing with his superior about the punishment he was going to receive. An adult would have owned up to doing something wrong and not tried to talk his way out of it. Shawn acted very much like a mature young man, while you, my hard-headed son-in-law, are acting like a spoiled little 5 year old."

Hunter's face lit up at that remark. He didn't say anything, just stared at the ground, his arms crossed, and Vince could have sworn he saw a pout on the Game's face.

"Are you going to behave now and take your punishment like Shawn did?" Vince asked, not unkindly. He saw the younger man nod ever so slightly. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he steered Hunter over to the desk.

"I should make you drop your pants, but since I didn't make Shawn, I won't make you," Vince said, placing Hunter over his desk. He practically mimicked Shawn's movements by burying his head in his crossed arms. Vince smiled at the younger man fondly before picking up the paddle for the second time that afternoon and began Hunter's paddling in earnest.

Hunter gasped as the first swat ripped through him, lighting his backside on fire. The second was just as hard, aimed a tiny bit lower than the first. It hurt, so much more than he thought it was going to. How the hell was a punishment for children? Tough little S.O.B.'s.

The older man swatted every part of his backside, and then laid into his thighs, and even worse, the little spot between his butt and his thighs, the sit-spots. Hunter couldn't stop the small sobs that racked his body and the miscellaneous tears that spilled onto his cheeks. He hated this – he hated showing emotion, he hated being in this vulnerable position, he hated the fact that his ass felt like it was fire. But most of all he hated that this was all making him think. He had been incredibly disrespectful to Vince. Pranks are one thing, but graffiti on the boss's private jet is entirely different thing. What had he been thinking?

Oh, right…he hadn't been thinking.

Vince noticed the change in Hunter's demeanor and knew that it was time to wrap this up. "No matter how hard you try to convince us otherwise, you are a good person, Hunter," Vince said confidently. "You just need to use that head of yours more often. If you're going to run this company someday, you've got to learn to make better decisions. You can do that – you're very smart, and you're going to make a great C.E.O. someday."

His voice was low and raw from crying, but Hunter responded with "T-thank-thank y-you."

Vince smiled softly. His 'thank you' said much. It told him that they were, at last, where they needed to be. Hunter had to lose himself in this for it to help him. He was not thanking Vince for his discipline, or for taking him in hand – that was later on – right now he was simply being courteous. Vince had said a kind thing; Hunter had replied by politely saying thank you, and politeness wasn't a normal thing for the Game, so Vince knew that he had finally yielded.

"Let's try not to be in this position for a little while, alright?" Vince asked, setting the paddle down and leaning next to the younger man on the desk. Hunter nodded, his sobs still violent, head still buried in his arms. Vince knew that Hunter wasn't a big fan of hugs (unless it was Shawn – no one dared refuse Shawn a hug), so instead rubbed calming circles in between his shoulder blades, and felt the tension slowly drain away. When he finally got his tears under control, he slowly rose up from his position and stood up straight. He looked over at Vince with red-rimmed eyes and very softly said, "I'm really sorry, Vince."

"I know," Vince assured him, squeezing the younger man's shoulder. "Why don't you go seek comfort from Stephanie?"

"And let her know that you just tanned my ass? I don't think so, daddy-o."

Vince barked out a laugh, shaking his head. There were definitely some odd-birds around here.

~END~

YES I KNOW. I thought I was done with this story too, but…I don't know, I thought maybe you all would like it if I continued it. ON ONE CONDITION:

IF THIS STORY GETS 10 MORE REVIEWS THEN I WILL CONTINUE THIS STORY UNDOUBTEDLY.

So yeah I hope you liked this chapter!

~Rebecca