remember when Jack cut school to drink, then Sean a few years later? This is the reverse of that. Thirteen year old Sean being stupid
When the school had called Linda in the middle of the day, she thought something terrible had happened. She was furious when she heard the real reason.
"I can't believe you did that!" She yelled as they drove home. "Not only did you skip school, but you went out joyriding with beers! You could've been sent to juvie or gotten seriously injured! You could be dead right now!"
"Mom. Calm down. It's not that big a deal." Sean tried to explain, but to no avail.
"Not that big of a deal?! It's a very big deal!"
"Like you never cut school." He grumbled.
"No, never!" And that was the truth. Linda was a perfect angel.. except for the occasional lip she gave to her parents.
"You're way too paranoid."
"I'm a concerned mother! And I don't like your tone!"
"You're overreacting! You always do! You're way too..." Sean had no idea what word to use. So he pulled a word out from a phrase he had heard his Uncle say before the divorce. "Hormonal."
"Hormonal?!"
"Yes! I bet you cried when you heard about me. I bet you'd be crying now if you weren't so pissed!"
Linda parked the car angrily. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you till you're thirty! You're grounded!"
"But mom!"
"Grounded! Till the end of the century!"
"Did you talk back to your mother?" Danny wondered, trying very hard not to go off the deep end. Linda had told him what had happened. He knew his son had mouthed off to his mother.
"N- not exactly-"
"Did you?"
"M-maybe a little."
"A little? Not according to her."
"If you knew, why'd ya ask?"
"Sean, I am so angry with you right now!"
"What're you gonna do, spank me?" Sean wondered, arma crossed in defiance.
The fleeting thought of his usual answer to that crossed his brain. This wasn't a usual time, "more lip like that and I will. Besides, you don't spank thirteen year olds!" Danny turned towards the door, "obviously, the four hours to think haven't done you any good." He walked out the door, silently fuming with anger.
"You spank Mom..." Sean grumbled when he thought his Dad was out of earshot.
"What did you just say?" Danny nearly growled, coming back into the room.
"I- I-" remembering he was ticked off, he responded. "I said that you spank Mom."
"That's it!" Danny slammed his palm down on the table. He left, leaving the boy confused. He came back shortly, with a box. The detective started taking down Sean's figurines, books, posters...
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Thirteen year olds are too big to be spanked, I said so myself. So I'm taking away your fun." When Danny put the laptop in the box, Sean protested.
"But I need my computer for school!"
"And you'll sit right in front of your mother, and do it."
"I'm not a kid anymore!"
"Today clearly demonstrates that you are a kid. I won't spank you, so I'm taking away your fun."
"What happened?" Linda wondered, standing in their bedroom.
"He asked me, and I quote, 'what're ya gonna do? Spank me?' For five seconds, I thought of my normal answer."
"What did you tell him?"
"That thirteen year olds don't get spanked... He had the nerve to tell me that I spank you!"
"Well... you do." Linda had her arms crossed over her chest. She couldn't argue with her son on that aspect.
"Yeah, but for totally different reasons! You've got a kink, he doesn't!"
"I do not have a kink!" The blonde protested, shocked that he would even suggest that.
"Yeah, because telling me you want it like that Madonna song isn't kinky at all." He smirked, referring to Madonna's racy song Hanky Panky.
"Okay, ya got me. But what happened in there?"
"I took away all his fun. Posters, books, his phone, computer.."
"He needs his computer for school."
"And when he needs it, he'll sit right in front of you till it's done."
Linda nodded, "seems like a fitting punishment."
"Damn right! How dare he talk to you like that?"
"Anybody tell you you're extremely hot when you're fuming mad?"
"We're mad at our son, and all you can think about is being turned on?!"
"Sadly, yes... aren't you?"
Danny thought for a minute. "Totally."
Linda laughed out loud as he locked their door. She remembered having sex after one of their arguments, but never after an argument with their son. She didn't question it, though. Besides, maybe they needed to concentrate their frustrations into something else. Something... much more rewarding.
