Steve knocked on Evie's door before opening.

"Come here." He said sitting on her bed.

"I'm too old for this." Evie said scooting closer to him.

"I thought we were about there too. But, here we are." Steve patted his lap.

"Can't you just ground me?"

"You are grounded."

"Double?".

"Nope."

"Papaaa"

"Evie. We talked about this, last time we were here. What did I say?"

"Not to get in another fight?"

"And"

"I'd regret it if I did." Evie began to study a loose thread on her bedspread.

"And?" Steve cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. "What would happen if you did?"

"You'd make last time a walk in the park." Evie said softly.

"Mhm." Steve patted his lap again.

"Papa!"

"You knew the consequences. You're a very smart girl. There were other choices. There are always other choices." Steve took her wrist and pulled the teen over his knees as he tugged down her pants exposing her underwear.

"Do we need to talk about why we are here Evie?" He asked beginning to spank.

"No sir." Evie cried out squirming slightly.

"You will not get into more fights." Steve squeezed he arm around her waist keeping her from wiggling. "If there is a problem you can get an adult. Hurting your peers does not solve anything. All you've done is break your nose and get suspended."

His rhythm continued, plastering each side of her rear with swats until it was visibly red.

"I won't Papa I promise!" Evie sniffed as she cried.

"There will be no more fights. And no more of this attitude." Steve tilted her forward and began to spank her undercurve. "If there is another fight we will have this conversation again. Possibly every night."

"There won't!"

He reached for her hairbrush and began adding sharp swats to her seat before moving the hairbrush down to her sit spots. When he stopped he gently pulled her pants up before collecting his daughter in his arms.

"Shh" He soothed burying his face in her hair. "I love you sweet girl."

Evie cried into his chest as he rubbed her back.

"I don't want to do that again Evie." He murmured.

"You won't." She leaned deeper into the hug. "My butts gone. You killed it."

"Yeah? Maybe now we wont get into fights?"

"No way. I'm becoming a monk or whatever."

"A pacifist? Thatll be the day." Steve laughed. "Just stay on the principal's good side and lose the attitude. Got it?"

"No promises?" Evie giggled. "I'm throwing that hair brush away by the way. Never again can you have a weapon like that."

"Be my guest. I'm creative." Steve snorted. "Want to wash your face and show Dad I didn't kill you?"

"By nothing Pops. I'm hanging on by a thread." Evie said dryly then glanced at her father's watch, "Are Peter and Morgan home?"

"I've been a bit busy."

"Do you think they heard?"

"Wouldn't be the first time." Steve chuckled, "and I'm starting to doubt it'll be the last."

"You're awful."