This is a "what should have happened" story that happens in Season 1, Episodes 4/5.
Warning: story contains spanking of an adult. Don't like, don't read. I own nothing from the show "Animal Kingdom."
It was just a little friendly fun in the pool. No one was supposed to get hurt. Then, the big baby J. had to go and run away like he was five. Deran was over the kid. Sure, he was his nephew. But God, what a pain in the ass! Always lurking around and getting attention from Smurf. He wasn't jealous. Just irked. The kid hadn't seen him and Adrian in the bathroom, Deran made sure of that. Of course, he had to sacrifice Adrian a bit to protect their "thing." It wasn't anyone else's business. So that was the kid's fault, too.
So yeah, Deran had practically drowned him in the pool to prove a point. How many times had his own brothers done that shit to him? A hundred, a thousand. It was part of being in the family. Maybe he was showing off a little too much. Trying to be manly, macho. Yeah, it went a little too far. When Smurf found out she wasn't happy. He couldn't deny what he had done since he had done it in front of the entire party. Well, she was enraged that her new pawn/lackey/boy was gone.
"What did you do?" She practically slapped him across the face when she was interrogating him. He thought she was going to throw him out of the freaking gaming chair. He told her what happened. Pretty much the truth. It would come out anyway. He was already on thin ice about the side jobs, now she was completely ignoring him. (Don't even get him started about Pope raving about how J. had cut the fucking wire. Jesus christ.) He didn't like to admit it, just like he didn't like to admit a few other things that were true in his life, but he couldn't deal when Smurf was mad at him. None of them could. She told him to make things right with J. Damn, he didn't have time for this shit. So the little bastard came home that night finally. Deran did feel a little bad. The kid's mom was dead. His sister. What would he feel like if that was him? His mom. Deran hadn't been close to Julia. Or he had blocked out a lot. He really couldn't imagine going on without Smurf. Now, the kid was coming between them.
The next morning, Deran went into J.'s room and apologized. Hell, he even offered to let the kid take a swing at him. The kid was cool about it. Deran even reminded him to let Smurf know that they were cool, that was really the important part. He was sorry that the kid couldn't take a little rough play.
Deran waited a while and nothing changed with Smurf. He was still getting the cold shoulder. He finally decided to say something when no one was around. That was the hard part. Someone was always around.
"Smurf, can I talk to you?" He had caught her in the kitchen, she was pouring salad dressing on meat for some reason. Marinating? Was that what they called it. For a second, he wondered what it would be like if he and Adrian lived together. Would he come home and find him doing shit like this? He couldn't even think that way. Not now.
"Talk, Baby. I'm here." Smurf didn't look up.
"No, I mean, did J. tell you that we are cool?"
"Yes, he said." She still didn't look up.
"So why are you still pissed at me?" Deran brushed his blond hair behind his ear.
"I'm not pissed at you, Sweetie." Now she was massaging the meat. What was going on here?
"God dammit, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't fucking mean anything by it. Jesus christ. The kid needs to toughen up. Pope and Craig practically put me in a coma in that pool and you never said a word...Fuck!" In a rage, he reached across and smashed the bowl with the meat in it on the floor. He didn't hit her arm that he thought, but she stepped back stunned as if he had struck her. How dare he?
Meat, blood, and ceramic pieces went everywhere. Some blood and crap even ended up on Smurf's white pants. Damn, he was in for it now. Smurf loved her pottery and shit true, but it was the ruining of meat that he was going to get it for. Maybe brushing by her arm. Possibly ruining her outfit.
She immediately turned to the spoon drawer.
"No, dammit, that was an accident. I just..." He had long since realized that whining he was too old for a spanking meant nothing to Smurf.
She took out the wooden spoon that would soon be his biggest enemy. Deran started to back away. Smurf was faster. She had the spoon in her right hand and grabbed his ear with her other hand. She dragged him into her adjoining bedroom while he babbled things like "no" and "sorry." She applied a few crisp whacks to the seat of his board shorts as she pushed him. Crack. Crack.
Smurf was starting to feel better. Her youngest had been asking for a good whacking for a while now.
She pushed him into the room and locked the door behind her. As she let go off his ear lobe, his hand immediately went to massage it. His backside was already burning and his other hand went there. It was futile.
Smurf now grabbed his forearm and marched him over near her make-up table. She quickly sat after pulling the straight backed chair around. She grabbed Deran's arm and with a force and speed that astonished him, he was quickly upended. He palms hit the carpet before his face did, but barely. Was she working out?
She wasted no time in bringing the spoon down hard upon his already smarting backside. Ouch! It was a sharp sting, not dulled by his shorts. Bang! Bang! Bang! Crack!
"I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't mean it!" he cried, alarmed. He couldn't remember the last time he got spanked this hard, and so fast. He could take being battered in the waves and getting shot in paintball all day, but this hit different.
"You will be sorrier, young man. You've been asking for this all week." Crack, crack. "You act like a spoiled brat and I will treat you like one."
She went on, "You want to be treated like a grown-up but you act like a damn brat. Brats get paddled in this house. You know that I have my limits. Dammit, that meat was $120 on sale. That bowl was a gift from Baz."
Her spoon peppered his rear end rapidly heating it up. Smack. Splat.
"Please. Oww. Oww. No." Craig started to wail. He thought, "If it hurts this bad with my shorts on..."
Almost as if she had read his mind, Smurf tapped him and muttered, "Get up."
He staggered up with effort and Smurf pulled down his shorts effectively baring his quickly reddening behind.
Deran made a lame attempt to stop her and for his troubles got a few open handed slaps to the back of his thighs.
"No, please, I've learned my lesson. Stop. Don't," he was crying and couldn't stop. His longer shirt was given him a little privacy, but his face flushed with shame.
"Back over. Hurry up. You are sorry now. But you will be sorrier when you go to bed hungry and on your stomach tonight."
He knew the hungry thing was a bluff. Smurf never let any of her boys go hungry-ever. The other thing, yeah, that was happening.
.Spank. The spoon was louder on his bared backside. Her arm didn't seem to be tiring.
Feeling panicked, Deran tried to protect his smarting behind again. Smurf immediately caught it and pinned that hand.
"Keep your hands on the floor, do you hear me?"
"Ouch! Oh my god. I can't. Stoppppp!" he whined as she peppered all over. The more he tried to move, the harder and faster he got it.
What if Adrien saw him? Not hot. How embarrassing. He now had tears and snot dripping all over his face. He wiped his face with his shirt with one hand as he sobbed, "Please, god, stop. It hurts too much." He twisted to look back and saw the look of determination. He was really in for it.
"And aside from this little tantrum, you beat up your nephew because you are jealous? That is disgusting, Deran. You are better than that. I'm wondering what else you have been doing behind my back. If I have to start paddling you ever time you misbehave, I will. I won't let you act like this. Mama, ahhhhh...no..." Crack! It almost sounded like a gunshot to him.
"I'll be good. I swear. Please." With a last ten hard whacks, it was over. He was spent. He thought he heard someone in the other room. He didn't even care. This wouldn't be the first time a boy was taken to task in this bedroom. It wouldn't be the last. Smurf was suddenly rubbing his back. Was it over?
"I love you but you are done with this childish behavior. You are going to clean yourself up and then go out there and clean up that mess you made, do you understand?" She cracked down her hand on his scarlet bottom to make a point three more times.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
"Do I need to reinforce this lesson at bedtime? Because if I do, you will be very lucky if you don't get the paddle. The jokari! Do you understand me? You will learn from this and clean up my goddamn floor out there."
"No, I'll clean it up. Yes, I mean, I'll be good. Please, no more. I'm sorry."
"I know, Baby. You will clean up. Then, you are taking a nap."
"What? no, I don't want to." Crack, crack, crack. She used his hand again, but it really smarted. He howled.
"Okay, yes, okay."
Smurf let him calm down another minute before letting him up.
"You'll always be my baby. No one will take your place, k? But I need you to step up. If you can't do that, you will be back in this position again."
"I'll be good. I swear. Sorry, mama." Now he was sorry. Really sorry, about everything. Shit, he was sorry about things he didn't even do. Now she was wiping his face like he was three. It would have been almost funny if it was happening to someone else.
"I know." Now Deran did hear voices. Damn, hope it wasn't the kid. It would be hard to hide the fact that he had been crying hard. The others would probably know, but they had all been here before. They might make a few comments and jokes, but not in front of Smurf or it would be their turn next.
"Go, Baby. Love you." She kissed him and smoothed back his hair. He could never doubt that she loved him.
He managed to quickly clean up the mess in the kitchen and make it to his room before running into Craig.
"Jesus, what the hell happened out there?" Fuck, he must have heard at least the last part. So much for privacy.
"Fucked up bad...", Darren muttered looking down. For some reason, he almost wanted to cry again.
"Are you okay? Did you just get your ass beat?"Craig said with concern and maybe some amusement. He must have looked really pitiful if Craig was sort of nice to him about this.
"Yep, you know how it is. I got pissed and smashed this bowl with steak or some shit in it," Deran confessed. For a second, he thought Craig looked impressed.
"Stupid, dude. Not worth it. Remember when Pope and I broke those mugs?"
"Ha, yeah, I thought she was going to kill you guys." That had been kind of funny to watch.
"Yeah, for you, asshole. I had to sit on a pillow for a week!" Craig made a face. "So you screwed up dinner and I am starving. Thanks, asshole."
"Craig! God damn it. Can I have a word, please? Hurry up." Smurf called. She sounded miffed. Never a good sign.
Oh shit, Craig though, what did I do?
"Good luck, man!" Deran quipped as he went to take his nap.