*Warning Spanking in chapter

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Chapter 2 Is Punishment enough

Michael's palms were sweaty his breathing quick and panicked. The suspense of what Linc would do to him made him feel like he could faint. The minute they walked into the small apartment Linc yelled at Michael to get his ass in his room. He ran there and gently closed his room door and sat on his bed, clutching his favorite pillow. He could feel sweat dripping from his forehead and debated getting up to adjust the air conditioner, it was too hot in the apartment. He closed his blue eyes tightly and found comfort replaying his kiss with Kim repeatedly in his head. If he had a choice to do it again, leave while grounded, he would, just to get to kiss her. He heard Linc's heavy footsteps walking towards his room, and he clutched the pillow so tightly his fingers were cramping. As the door suddenly opened, Michael let out a shaky breath and looked directly into Linc's eyes.

Linc looked pissed off, and walked in, sitting on LJs toddler bed, glaring at Michael. Michael didn't dare speak; he knew after all these years silence was his best defense even though he rarely used it. "So? You gonna talk? Tell me why the fuck I have to search the city for you when you're grounded in the damn first place?!" A shiver ran through Michael, and he was afraid when Lincoln yelled at him like this. Michael couldn't look Linc in the eyes and studied his white carpet instead. Linc sighed running his calloused hands down his face and huffed causing Michael to look up.

Linc gave him a look and Michael tried not to cry even though his eyes stung, "There was this girl…" Michael began, and Lincoln couldn't help but smirk. His brother never had talked about girls before, a part of him wanted the details but then he knew he couldn't just be the cool older brother. He lost that privilege many years ago. "Jasper asked if we could meet the girls at the pier and I just thought I'd be back before you were home from work." He whispered out. Linc stood up looking down at Michael, "So, you were planning on sneaking out and lying to me?" Michael shook his head, yes, looking down at the carpet once again, and he wanted to bolt out the door but resisted the dramatic exit.

He heard the familiar sound of Linc's belt being unbuckled and the jingle of the buckle that made his heart feel like it would explode from his chest. His palms began sweating and when he felt Linc's hand squeezing his right arm pulling him up, he felt like he may pee himself. He was sixteen now, but Linc grabbed his pillow ripping it from his arms. "Here's what's going to happen!" Lincoln growled loudly in Michael's right ear, "You're going to bend over your bed, shorts off, and take this belting. You'll then be coming to work with me all week and at the end of that, I will beat your ass again. You will not fuck with me Michael, you're sixteen the time for games is over. I won't even hide it from you, but I seriously thought about just using my fists to beat the shit out of you instead. You are not a child, and these punishments will no longer be childish. You get what I'm saying to you?"

Michael couldn't help the tears that ran down his face, and he wiped them away quickly. Would his brother really punch him in the face? "Please Linc I'm sorry and I know I've disappointed you." He would not beg though as Linc had said, he was 16 now. He knew this was his fault and took responsibility, but it didn't mean this wouldn't hurt. Michael also felt himself getting insecure by the minute thinking this time, Linc would send him away to a boy's home. It always felt like a "this time" moment in Michael's head. He still couldn't believe he was worth being loved by anyone, not even his own brother.

Linc could see on Michael's face that his mind was drifting to a dark place, "Let's get this done, and just because you screwed up doesn't mean anything Mike." Michael looked up wiping his snot away and Linc nodded his head. Michael turned around pulling down the little protection his shorts offered, and he bent over the edge of the bed. He gripped the comforter breathing hard, "Mike, boxers too." Linc ground out irritated. Michael whimpered, "Linc, please, no, I don't want you to see me." Linc laughed a deep belly laugh, "Mike, who do you think changed your diapers hmm? Who has whipped your ass all these years? This isn't a request, hurry up."

Linc was annoyed by Michael's modesty, the truth was he liked to see where the belt landed and if he was breaking the skin. Michael couldn't help the tears that started as his hands shook trying to take his boxers down. Linc tried to have patience, he was at least trying but decided to yank his boxers down himself. They'd be here forever if he let Mike do it himself and as the cool air rushed across Michaels back side, he cried harder. Linc swung the belt in the air and landed it across Mike's backside. A scream of pain greeted the swing and a red strip blossomed across Michael's butt.

Michael dug his nails into the white comforter and put his mouth on the bed to muffle his screams. Each swing made him jump and his butt was stinging so fiercely he just knew he'd never walk again. His sobs were deep, making his shoulders slightly shake as tears mixed with salty snot. Linc landed the fifteenth stroke and Mike's butt was beet red with tinges of purple on his upper thighs. Linc didn't know how to swing lightly, he used all his power to lay down each searing stroke. As he laid down one more stinging swat to Michael's sit spots, Michael couldn't breathe smothered by his comforter and tears. He lifted his head and screaming out in pain and tears echoed through the apartment.

It worried Lincoln, but he only had three more to go, he himself was panting and sweaty. Michaels cries made him want to grab the kid and hug him, as he swung, he heard a door open. He made contact with Michael's thighs as he heard light footsteps running towards the room. Michael didn't notice over his distraught cries until his bedroom door opened and Vee appeared. She gasped looking at Michael hunched over his bed with no pants on. She could see strips of the belt and bruises over his butt. His cries were heartbreaking and she put her small delicate hand over her mouth.

She saw Linc sweaty and panting gripping his brown leather belt in his hand. "What, What the fuck are you doing?! God damn it, Lincoln Burrows! Are you beating the shit out of Michael? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She felt red hot anger overtake her and Michael looked up at her and whimpered. "Linc! No, please Vee don't look at me." Michael sounded like a five-year-old child, embarrassed and scared. Vee grabbed the belt from Linc's hand and threw it to the ground. She grabbed the small soft blanket from LJ's bed and draped it over Michael trying to protect his modesty.