This is a what might have happened story from parts of Seasons 3 and 4 of "Animal Kingdom" between Pope and Billy after Pope ditched Billy during the job. Spoilers.
Warning: spanking of an adult, M/M, Jokari paddle, otk/crude language warning
Smurf was happy to be out of jail. It felt like her days were numbered in there. Yet home felt different. Things were out of control.
Deran hated her, she needed a way to draw him back into the family where he belonged. So she brought Billy into her bed. She knew who Billy was the first time she saw him. A junkie, a loser, a small time criminal. He was no leader, no one to look up to for Deran. But now, she needed him.
It was right after they had sex for the second time, when he said, "You know Pope is still fucking crazy, right?"
Smurf growled, "He's fine, Billy. I have him under control."
"No, Smurf, I'm telling you now. He's fucked. Do you know that son of a bitch left me on the side of the road the other day?" Billy replied shortly.
Smurf laughed without humor and said, "What did you do to him, Billy?"
"Nothing. Really! Well, I might have reminded him of the weird shit he used to do when he was a kid. I mean, I hope you learned to lock your door because I half expect him to be watching us again every time we do it. I guess he didn't like that. But to leave me during a job? He could have gotten us all busted," Billy gasped.
"He left you during a job?" Smurf frowned. Now this was a little different.
"Yes, threw my ass right out of the car," Billy babbled.
"You know, he might have a right to be angry. Like when I was on that job and you left my baby in that closet?" Smurf lectured.
"It was like 8 hours! Pope bit the babysitter. She would only watch Julia. I didn't know what to do with him. I left him water and a package of oreos!" Billy lied.
"Now, Billy, it was longer than 8 hours," Smurf glared.
"You already dealt with me for doing that, Smurf, remember? You pistol whipped me and gave me a concussion when you got back," Billy whined.
"Yes, but did you ever make it up to my baby? Hmm?" Smurf purred.
"I guess not, but I didn't think he'd remember so much. Kid has a mind like an elephant," Billy lamented.
"Talk to him, Billy. You want to be a father to Deran, start with Pope. He needs to forgive you for the past. But after that, you need to discuss him mixing business and his past. Boys need a firm hand. You need to have a talk with him tomorrow, okay?" Smurf explained gently.
"You mean, I should have a talk with him? I mean, your kind of talk? Jesus, what if he tried to kill me? He's a psycho!" Billy choked.
"Billy, you want me to help you with Deran? Help me with Pope. Be the father that he never had, but always wanted. Now, let's go again. I'm ready," Smurf smiled. She was happy when people did what she wanted. She could always get Billy to do her bidding, when he wanted something from her. If Pope did kill him, that would work out, too.
The next morning, Smurf said she would be getting her hair done and running errands all day. Billy took a shower and cleaned himself up. He thought back to when he was 25. His father was an abusive piece of crap. How would he have learned any differently? But he could have been more patient with Pope. The little girl had been sweet and easy to love. Hell, even Craig was fine, though, he still had nightmares about changing those diapers of his.
Pope, though, he was always pissed. He ruined everything. Billy would be getting high or sleeping and boom. Pope catches the RV on fire. Or smashing the tv. Or beating up some random kid on the street. It was always something. When he tried to take Deran and Pope paid him off to leave, he was almost relieved to get away from Pope. Though, this mean not seeing his own son for twenty some years. Like a lightening bolt, Billy realized that Pope reminded him of himself as a kid. Jesus, instead of me getting me what I needed as a kid, I gave him what I got. Billy hung his head and thought about what to do.
"Hey Pope, can I talk to you a minute?" Billy approached Pope who was stiffly sitting on his bed.
"Go to hell, Billy," Pope said without emotion.
"Oh, I will, son. But ah, your mother wanted me to talk to you," Billy admitted.
"I'm not your son, Billy," Pope grunted.
Taking a deep breath, Billy accepted that with a nod.
"I know, Pope. I was thinking about some of the stuff you brought up from before," Billy said sadly. He was now leaning against the wall.
Pope continued to stare into nothing.
"You know, I'm not going to make excuses for what I did. There are none. But I am sorry. I should have handled things differently with you. I mean at the time I thought you had some of it coming, but that is just an excuse," Billy said evenly.
"Sometimes I dream I'm in that closet again and I'm never getting out. The worst part was that I was alone, you took Julia away," Pope muttered.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could take it back, man. I really do. If it makes you feel any better, your mother almost put me in the hospital for that," Billy answered honestly. He wanted to give Pope a million excuses, but none would suffice. Billy sat next to him on the bed, feeling like he was sitting next to a cobra.
"Can you try to forgive me?" Billy continued.
Pope now looked at him sadly and nodded. Something in Billy broke, he put his arm around the kid and pulled him closer. Pope leaned his head against Billy a little.
"Now, we do have to discuss the business of you leaving me out in the desert during the job the other day," Billy went on.
"I shouldn't have done that," Pope agreed. "Does Smurf know?"
"She asked me to deal with it. The way I should have dealt with you when you were a kid, like a father," Billy said finally understanding. "Now, what would Smurf do normally?"
"For messing with a job like this? That's probably worth at least 30 with the Jokari," Pope whispered.
"The Jokari? What is that? A knife, kid, I can't cut you, no matter what you did," Billy proclaimed. Was Smurf worse that he ever was? Maybe that's how the kid got so fucked up to begin with?
"No, it's a paddle. The worse one," Pope said in a child like voice.
Oh god, was he really going to have to whack this 40 year old? Billy wondered. At least Smurf only threatened him with her gun.
"Can you go get it, Andrew?" Billy said tenderly. There were times he really hated this kid, but now, he felt nothing but regret.
"Yes, sir," Pope said in a robotic voice, getting up off the bed. Billy looked around the room wondering what the hell to do. He vaguely remembered swatting Smurf's boys a few times, but just in the heat of the moment. They had always been standing up and he'd just grab them and do it quickly. Now that he thought about it, the only one he'd ever seen Smurf spank pretty hard was Julia. He didn't know what the girl had done, but he remembered seeing Smurf bare her bottom and put her over her knees near the pool. There had been a party going on and everyone just stopped and watched. Billy was pretty high at the time and had forgotten the incident until now. Was he supposed to put Pope over his knee? That seemed impossible.
"Here," Pope came in carrying the wooden circular instrument. It was a light tan wood with a black handle and a red emblem in the center.
"Isn't this for a game or something?" Billy said taking the paddle and hefting it. "It's heavy."
"Yeah, we used to have a set but then Craig chucked it at Deran when he lost, missed, and cracked one. He was the first one to get paddled with this one. It has been kept on top of the fridge ever since. It really hurts," Pope remembered. "On the bed?"
Billy had no idea but nodded, trying to play it off.
Pope got down face first on the bed, but not before sliding down his pants below his backside. Apparently, he wasn't wearing underwear.
"Okay, you said 30 swats? Let's get this over with," Billy said uncomfortably. Billy sat down on the side of the bed and lightly rested the paddle on Pope's white cheeks. He rubbed the cool wood for a minute, before saying, "Ready?"
Whack!
He brought the racquet down smartly on Pope's bare backside. His whole body seemed to flinch.
"One," Pope hissed.
"You don't have to count, okay?" Billy said, smacking him a second time. Again, his whole body jerked.
Crack! Crack!
Billy swatted him twice. He heard Pope groan. He could tell that Pope's backside was quickly reddening. Thirty swats seemed excessive.
Going from cheek to cheek, Billy paddled his sit spots a bit harder twice each. Now, Pope was starting to kick a bit. His pants, right below his thighs, were restraining his leg movement.
Billy held his down with his left hand as he spanked him twice more in quick swats.
"Ahhh...," Pope groaned.
"Why are getting this paddle, Andrew? What did you do?" Billy asked swatting him again.
"I got pissed and left you during a job!" Pope answered breathing hard.
"Yes, and why was that wrong?" Billy said, giving him a minute to catch his breath.
"We could have been busted. It was a mistake. I lost my *crack* temper," Pope sounded like he was sobbing, as Billy whacked him again.
Pop!
Billy brought the jokari paddle down hard on the center of his bottom. Pope's backside was red and blotchy, almost white and blue in some spots. He couldn't use this paddle anymore without bruising the hell out of him.
"Get up, Andrew!" Billy commanded. He was feeling paternal feelings for this 40 year old "boy" for the first time. He understood now what Smurf wanted him to do.
With effort, Pope rubbing his eyes, got up. Billy stood him in between his legs. Pope's shirt was covering his modesty.
"Take off those pants. You are taking a nap after this anyway," Billy said helping him balance as he stepped out of his pants.
"No, I don't need a nap," Pope whined.
Billy turned him slightly and walloped his bare thighs hard three times.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"If I say you are taking a nap, you are, young man!" Billy instructed, about to swat him again if he heard anymore backtalk.
"Ouch. Ouch. I'll sleep. Sorry...Okay," Pope cried. His backside was stinging fiercely. Ten swats with the jokari paddle had lit him up like nothing else.
"Now, I'm going to finish your spanking with my hand if you can behave during it. You can kick but try to stay still, okay? Any trying to stop me and you will get the last twenty whacks with that paddle, okay?" Billy asked.
"Okay, I'll try still," Pope promised as Billy turned him over his knees. Popes upper body rested on the bed. Billy gave him a pillow to put under his head and hug. Billy moved back so that most of Pope's lower legs were supported by the bed.
Billy flipped up Pope's shirt to bare his behind fully. Pope flinched feeling the air on his burning backside. He wiggled and clenched in anticipation of the promised spanks.
"Relax. No clenching. This is going to sting on top of the paddling, but I guarantee you won't lose control of your emotions during a job again," Billy admonished.
Billy raised his hand a bit higher than he had before and started swatting vigorously. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Billy's palm was stinging. He was restraining Pope with his left arm. Pope buried his face into the pillow as he fought to keep his arms in front.
Billy smacked all over in a random pattern as Pope's legs kicked and jerked, now freed from his trousers.
Pope felt like a little boy and could not help weeping again. It hurt mightily.
"Was leaving me in the desert worth this spanking, Andrew?" Billy asked, bringing his hand down fast and hard. His hand was stinging, but he steeled himself to continue the spanking a few more minutes.
"No, ahh, owwie! No worth it. Ahhh, stop," Pope blubbered now kicking out his legs and trying to raise himself up. Whack! Whack! Whack.
"Stop moving or I'm going to finish with the paddle!" Billy chided.
As Billy was ready to bring the hand spanking to an end, Pope lost control and threw his hand back to protect his burning bottom. Billy pinned that one hand back and picked up the heavy paddle.
"Okay, I guess you want to finish up by getting your behind paddled. I warned you to behave, little boy," Billy said, swatting from one cheek to the next.
Pop! POP! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Noooo...I'm not a little boy. Stop it. You don't have to spank me," Pope wailed as he felt the wooden paddle bounce across his behind in agony.
Billy was actually only slightly swatting him as Pope's backside was swollen and red from the top of his thighs to the crest of his behind. The kid was going to be starting up at dinner today.
Billy stopped and rubbed the stinging backside softly with the paddle. Pope was crying hard still.
Billy found himself cooing, "Shh, it's over. You did good. Your mother loves you, you know."
"I know she does. But dammit, that really hurts," Pope sniffed.
"I bet. Your ass looks like raw meat! You took it well, though. Let's get you into bed for that nap," Billy said quietly.
Pope opened his mouth to protest and then thought better of it.
Billy didn't know what to do now. He helped Pope up and go him to lay face down in the bed. His pants were on the floor and he left them off. The boy seemed half asleep. Should he just tiptoe away?
"Will you stay with me, please?" Pope asked in that small voice.
"Of course, Buddy. You just go to sleep okay. I'll stay," Billy said, patting his back slowly. The boy's backside was positively glowing. He wondered if he should get some ice or something so it didn't bruise.
Pope feel into a deep and exhausted sleep. Billy eventually covered him with a light blanket in case anyone walked in. Billy eventually slumped to the floor and rested his head on the bed. Thinking about the future, he also fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Smurf tiptoed in a while later. Peeling away the sheet she was impressed with what she saw. His son hadn't sleep this well for months. Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to chase the fathers away. Smurf folded Pope's pants and put them away. She picked up the Jokari paddle to put it back above the frig. She guessed this wouldn't be the last time it was used, she thought to herself.