Hi guys! This chapter will contain a spanking scene and I'm fairly sure I'll be wrapping this story up after one more chapter. Thank you for reading this far, and happy a few of you liked it! You guys are the best, enjoy, review, repeat, J

Chapter 10: But Mami said

Gil knew Jackie wanted Malcolm to clean out the fridge to keep himself busy, but he was still surprised the kid had ripped it apart so thoroughly. There were containers everywhere and food thrown into the trash can. The kid looked happy though, just trotting along doing a task that for anyone else would be think less but for Malcolm it was meticulous. Gil had grabbed burgers and fries on the way home, at the small joint near the precinct. They had the best fries in New York, in his opinion. Malcolm hadn't heard the door open, but he was almost finished with the task.

Scared to startle the kid Gil cleared his throat, "Hey kid, the fridge is looking good." Mal turned quickly startled, "Oh, Gil, you scared me! I didn't hear you come in." Mal grasped his chest but then smiled. "Mami told me to clean up the fridge! I'm almost done," He stated proudly. Gil smiled at him, "I talked to Mami on the way home, and I know she'd be happy kid. It looks good, I'm going to go get dressed in comfy clothes and then we can eat dinner. What'd you think? You might be done soon?" Gil asked gently. He didn't want the kid to think he wasn't proud of the job he did, but he also was exhausted.

Malcolm had his head stuck back into the fridge, "I think I'll be done in about 5 minutes." He said feeling nervous if Mami had talked about his upcoming punishment. He shifted his feet looking back at Gil nervous, "Are we going to umm, talk about you know, ummm, that I'm, you know, in trouble." His voice sounded small, and Gil had to hide his smile. The kid looked so young when he was in trouble, "We will after we eat kid, and Mami talked about it with me. So, we have a lot to talk about, but for now, finish up. I'll be right back." Gil offered a warm smile to Mal who looked determined to finish. Gil came out a few minutes later and everything was cleaned up.

Mal was just washing the last of the Tupperware to put in the dishwasher and closed it. He turned around looking at Gil, "Did you get extra fries? Dante's has the best fries in the city you know?" Gil laughed, "I did kid, just for you, now grab the bag let's eat." The meal went quickly with fries being shoved down quickly, and Mal managed to eat half his burger but felt a little uneasy. He took one last bite to appease Gil, then he looked up from his food. Gil was starved and finished his food in minutes; it had been a long day at the precinct.

He had to process a murder and felt bad after hearing the story of why a husband could kill his adoring wife. Now he just stared at his kid, happy they were both home and safe. He saw Mal had put his burger down for a while ago, it was about half ate and his fries were all gone. That sounds about right, "You finished eating kid?" He prompted Malcolm to put his leftovers away and Mal shook his head yes. He wrapped his burger in plastic wrap putting it in the fridge as Gil threw away the bag and wrappers. Gil walked over to the couch and sat down. Malcolm followed sitting across from him in the lounge chair, "I finished all my chores today and I only used the phone to call Mami." He reported.

Gil smiled, "It looks nice in here kid, thank you and I trust you. So, the last few days have been very rough for us. I talked to your Mom, and she agrees that you should stay until we feel like you're ready to behave at home." Malcolm had the urge to stand up and yell, that was a horrible idea, but he didn't. Instead, he felt rejected, "Mom doesn't want me." His voice sounded so small and wounded Gil felt horrible about it. Yet, he knew Jess was on the verge of a breakdown if Malcolm had one more temper tantrum at home. She loved Malcolm may be too much and knew he was better suited at Gil's until he could control his behavior.

"Awe kid, of course, she wants you home, but right now, we want you to focus on getting your emotions under control. Also, Mami will be home next week, and she wants to spend time with you." Gil got up and sat next to Malcolm and rubbed his shoulder. Malcolm understood what Gil was saying, but his feelings were still a little hurt. Mal rested his head on Gil's shoulder, "So kid, let's talk about your behavior these last few days hmm?" Mal sat up his blue eyes filling with tears "Papa, you already spanked me, and I promise I learned my lesson. I'm sorry…"

Gil felt so bad because he did believe Mal had learned a lesson, but he acted up again so soon after. He wanted to just believe Mal's behavior was because of the sugar, or the kid was tired, he could make a million excuses. The facts were that Malcolm threw a couple of tantrums and his defiant behavior wouldn't be tolerated. "Listen, kid, I know you're sorry and I appreciate that I do, but it doesn't excuse your behavior. We do not throw tantrums and when we say, no, we mean it. I've explained this to you before, and you don't get to talk back or yell at us. We are your parents and tell me, what's the rule been when you do throw a tantrum?"

Mal looked down guilty and started pulling at his shirt, "But Papa," Gil decided to be stern, "No Malcolm, what is the rule?" His tone had a hard edge to it, "That, that I'll get a spankking, but Papa. Mami said," Gil swallowed a lump in his throat, he hated this so much, but he tried to remember it was Malcolm's actions that caused this. He rubbed the teenager's upper back and swallowed the lump, cutting Malcolm off, "Please go to my closet and get the belt. Take it to your room and I'll be in there in a few minutes." Malcolm's face fell and he burst into tears, and Gil felt like the biggest jerk that ever lived.

"Buuut, Papa, Mami said that…" Gil cut him off again, "We just talked about listening, didn't we? Please do as you're told," Gil tried to soften his voice, he hated seeing his kid like this. Malcolm looked up, he looked like someone kicked his puppy but nodded walking towards Gils room. Gil ran his sweaty palm down his face and closed his eyes. He knew this was the right decision, and Dr. Le Deux clearly told Gil that he needed to follow through with punishments. He had talked to Jackie on the way home, and she had expressed her concerns that maybe he was being too hard on Malcolm. That if he did his chores maybe a hand spanking would be enough.

Gil understood where she was coming from, but Malcolm was doing chores because he was grounded. It was a part of his punishment to do chores and he shouldn't be rewarded for doing what he needed to do while grounded. Gil soothed Jackie's nerves and his own with his decision. Gil took a deep steady breath in and walked to Malcolm's room filled with self-doubt. Malcolm had the thin brown belt in his hand and was sobbing. "Malcolm, what's going on? This isn't the first time I've spanked you with the belt, hmmm? Why so upset kid?" Malcolm looked up his eyes red and slightly swollen.

"I, just, I tried to be good, and I'm still being punished." Gil sat next to him giving him a side hug, "Hey kid, this isn't about today, you did a great job. I'm proud of you and the house looks really nice. It doesn't though, erase your behavior yesterday, and the tantrums you've been throwing. I also know kid, that the new medicine is going to help but, I think after the scene about the dog was enough to push us to belt level." Gil's voice sounded sad, but he knew it was the right decision. Malcolm began to sob again, and Gil waited the kid out. It took 10 minutes and a lot of encouragement, but Malcolm pulled down his pants and laid over Gil's lap.

"Okay kid, we're going to start with your warmup first and if you behave then I'm okay with only five with the belt." Gil tried to sound encouraging but Malcolm tensed up. Gil started with a swat, and it lightly stung but it was followed by a flurry of stinging swats on Mals left cheek and right. Mal groaned and shifted himself back a bit. "Kid, what did I say? You know better than to move during a spanking. I almost swatted your back, I'm afraid that's six kid." Gil sounded sad, "No, Pappa, please I'm Ugg please sohrry." Gil sighed and began swatting again, this time a little harder to build the sting.

He eventually swatted where butt met thigh so when Mal sat down, he could feel the soreness. Mal kicked wildly when Gil spanked the top of his thighs. He managed to kick Gil in the shin and Gil bit his tongue to avoid screaming. He stopped spanking for a second to pull himself together, "Well kid, we're now at 10 with the belt, you just kicked me. Take a deep breath please and calm down." Malcolm sobbed harder hyperventilating and Gil stood him up to face him. His pants pooled around his ankles his eyes red swollen and snot dripping down his shirt. Gil placed his hand on his chest, his kid wouldn't learn a thing if he was this worked up.

Gil took breaths in until Malcolm stopped hyperventilating, "Pappi, pleeease iit it hurrrrts too much." Mal looked like he was 11 again, and Gil felt his heartbreak. He rubbed the side of his kid's face, "Okay kid, okay, please turn around for me." "Noooo Pappi please, I'm sohhry." Gil lifted his eyebrow and Malcolm took a deep breath in turning around. Gil looked at Mals thighs and they were a dusty pink. He didn't see any bruises and he gently tugged Mal's underwear down to just see his butt, and it was a little red on his cheeks. Physically the kid was okay, and he turned Mal around. "Listen, kid, you're okay, but I'm regretting that you didn't get sleep earlier. You're just exhausted, and after we finish your spanking, you'll be getting some shut-eye."

He tried to take Mal's wrist to bring him back over his lap, but Malcolm swatted at his hand and Gil's patience was running thin. Gil couldn't imagine spanking him more with the belt so he sighed heavily, "Mal, you are not a child anymore who can hit people and get away with it. You're 14 now and have just earned yourself a bedtime spanking tomorrow. You also will lean over your bed for the belt, enough games kid." Malcolm started to cry again, he was sore and exhausted. Gil stood up picking up the belt figuring the kid was warmed up enough, Mal looked up at Gil. He was miserable but when Gil pointed to the bed, he knew he should accept the fact he was getting the belt.

So, he sobbed leaning over the bed and suddenly his briefs were swept down, and cool air relieved the sting for a few seconds. He heard the belt whistle through the air and screamed when the sting set in. He gripped his comforter his nails digging in and as the belt fell on his skin, he cried with his mouth open. Drool spilled out mixing with tears and Malcolm's mouth tasted salty. His butt stung and he was in pain, "Please Pappi, please it hurts." He cried out muffled. Gil knew he had only four more to go, "You're doing great kid last four and we're done." Gil felt his eyes stinging with tears. He wanted more than anything to hug his kid but swung the belt down and caught Mals sit spots. He laid the last four quickly and Malcolm jumped forward with each blistering swing.

Gil threw the belt down immediately sitting next to the kid and rubbing his back. He looked at the kid's butt hand it was beet red. He saw the kid had a couple of raised welts and he felt queasy. He also knew the kid hadn't let him finish his warmup, so he almost expected at least one welt. "Shh kid, we're done, you're okay." He soothed Malcolm and in reply, Mal laid his head in Gil's lap crying. He didn't want to get up yet, it hurt too much, and Gil let him relax. He looked at his watch it was almost 6, but the kid should lay down for a while. "Hey kid let's get your briefs pulled up and wash your face. I think you'll feel better, do you need help?" Malcolm cried, "It'll hurt though, please." His voice sounded so small, and Gil sighed reaching over to pull his briefs up and yanked them quickly. Mal screamed and Gil felt a tear fall down his face and wiped it away quickly, "I know kid, but just breath you're okay."

Gil helped Malcolm stand up, he looked wrecked with swollen eyes and his face was red. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and Gil hugged him. "I'm sohhry Pappi, I'll be better." Gil smiled, "Well kid, I think you're pretty great already and we all make mistakes, but I know you'll learn from this one. Go wash your face please, and feel like a movie?" Mal looked up his blue eyes sparkled, "Really? I'm grounded though Pappa." Gil smiled, "I'm sure kid, you can lay on me and fall asleep for a little while." Malcolm nodded letting go and walked stiffly to the bathroom….