Oh gosh! This took forever to post I'm so sorry, but I did make it long to hopefully make up for the delay! Hope you're all doing well. Please feel free to review I love reading them it inspires me. Stay safe and healthy most importantly enjoy! Jewelie *warning lots of cursing *this was changed due to the idea of Linc being to harsh with Michael.

Chapter 6:

Michael woke up yelping as his butt hit the mattress and he groaned loudly remembering he had to go with Linc to work. He glared at his alarm clock, whoever decided Linc had to be at work by 7:00 a.m. was insane. The bright red numbers read 5:30 a.m. and Mike sighed heavily getting up and stretched his arms above his head. He reached down turning on the dim gray lamp next to his bed and rubbed at his sleepy eyes. He walked to his wooden dresser trying to open it, but it slammed into LJ's bedpost, and he let the word fuck slip out of his mouth. It was too early to be slamming drawers into things because the shared room was too damn small! He heard heavy footsteps headed towards his door and his toes curled into the carpet. The door yanked open, and a flood of light came from the hallway almost making Linc look like an angel for a second.

Then Linc started yelling and the illusion was shattered, "What the hell are you doing in here?" He seemed irritated. "Nothing! I'm just grabbing my stuff to get dressed." Michael was irritated himself because it was early, and he was tired. "Hey!" Linc yelled forcing Michael to look at him, "Stop the attitude, and I heard you yelling. Yelling fuck at 5:45 in the mornings too early." Michael rolled his eyes, "You just said damn a second ago." Michael protested. Linc lunged forward and Michael tried to back up running into the dresser. Linc grabbed his upper arm, "We going to have a problem today Michael?" Linc's face was inches from Michaels, "No Linc, I'm just tired. It's early and I can't open my dresser because LJ's bed is too close to my dresser drawers." Linc gripped his arm tighter and shook it, "Pull it together Mike, get dressed and come out for breakfast, hurry up."

"Okay Linc I'm sorry," he tried to sound sincere, it was too early to get swatted. Linc let his arm go and scooted LJ's bed back an inch, "There, now stop your complaining." Michael opened his dresser and snorted as the drawer opened easily. As Michael pulled out his jeans Linc swatted him on the way out, and his hand landed heavily on Mike's butt. Michael let out a high-pitched yelp, he looked at Linc glaring. Linc was out the door and shut it behind him and Michael tried to rub the reignited sting out. He quickly got dressed and grabbed a lightweight jacket for today, but it was supposed to be another warm day. He heard talking and he had forgotten Vee had stayed over and he walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but they were talking a little loud, "Linc, just, I know you have to take Mike with you today but remember he's just a kid. He'll be bored, so don't get pissed when he tells you that he's bored." Vee nagged. Michael smiled and Linc's answer of course is a few good swats would get him to behave. "Lincoln, no! You'll have patience with him today, don't be a dick." Linc grumbled something and Michael walked into the living room. Vee smiled at him, "Hey Mike, I made pancakes with chocolate chips." Michael thanked her and ate his breakfast quickly. Lincoln hated being late to work, and then he grabbed his backpack from his room. When he came out Vee hugged him bye and whispered for him to behave. Lincoln grabbed his work gloves and looked at Michael with a serious look on his face that made Mike feel guilty. Why he felt guilty he wasn't sure, but the look made him feel bad. "Listen, Michael, did you, well did you check to see if everything was okay?"

Michael felt confused but Linc's voice sounded guilty, and it dawned on him, he was asking about his butt. He felt a blush creep up to his face, "We're good." The truth was when he looked there were deep purple bruises and the back of his legs had white welts from the belt. "Michael," Linc's voice was serious again. "Listen, Mike, don't be embarrassed I just need to know." Michael looked down scuffing his shoe on the linoleum floor, "It's I mean Linc it's the usual. Just some bruising, a few welts yeah know, I'll be okay though." He cleared his throat.

Linc approached Mike forcing his chin up so he could see his kid brother's glossy eyes, "Alright, well we'll get you some ice when we get home to help with the bruising and there are places at the worksite you can lay out. When we get there, I want you to make sure you keep busy I don't care if that's napping. Just no goofing off, and no swats today but as soon as we get there, I want you to make a chart. It'll be called, my behavior, and when you misbehave, you'll mark the swats I owe you at the end of the week." Michael pulled away from Linc, "Linc! That's stupid! I'm not five! I know I screwed up okay. You whipped the skin off my ass, and I get it. This though, it's stupid!" He yelled. Linc never had Michael just yell at him without a real reason and it took all his nerve not to just slap his brother across the face.

He took a deep breath in as Michael continued his tantrum, he snapped his fingers loudly, "You done?" He asked so calmly Michael got chills from his calm demeanor. Mike shook his head yes quickly, "Good because my hands are shaking Mike I'm so pissed, and if this happens at the worksite, I will pull your pants and boxers down. In front of all those fucking people and wail on your ass so hard you'll be howling at the sun for mercy. Do you fucking understand?!" he growled. Mike nodded, "Do you fucking understand?" Mike found his voice small but managed to whisper out a yes Lincoln. Linc was satisfied with the answer, "Good, now you're going to write ten switches on that paper. If you behave today, we'll change it to the belt, but right now that birch tree out front is losing a god damn branch at the end of the week for your ass!"

Michael opened his mouth to protest, a switch. Was this like some old southern movie? Who uses switches? Linc gave him a daunting look and he closed his mouth. Linc couldn't be serious, so he'd ask him to reconsider after he calmed down. "Alright, damn it, now do you understand what we're doing today?" Linc asked irritated as he grabbed his coffee gulping down what was left. Michael shook his head yes again gripping the strap of his backpack looking at the worn-out carpet. Lincoln was starting to wonder why Michael was testing him this morning. He knew how to behave and what was expected of him. Michael was right…this was a childish punishment having him write down how many swats he was getting.

Linc knew though, that Mike was hurting and didn't want to hand out swats to his butt. He also heard Vee's voice in his head saying to have patience but this behavior of not answering him and just nodding was dangerous on the job site. If he needed Mike to move to not get hit by a pole or a falling piece of equipment he had to listen. Linc's voice was gruff and deep as he put his coffee mug down, "Get over here." He pointed to the spot right in front of him and Michael didn't want to move. He wanted to stay where he was but knew he caused enough problems this morning, so he slowly walked forward. Linc grabbed his chin again, forcing him to look in his eyes. "tell me, Mike, when has it been okay in the house to throw a tantrum? When has it been okay not to answer me when you know I expect an answer?"

Lincoln was pissed, it was only 6 in the morning, and he had to deal with his kid brother throwing a fit. Michael looked into Linc's eyes they were wide and angry, but he couldn't move his head to evade them. Linc's large, calloused handheld his face into position, "I'm just tired." Linc shook his head, it had to be more than that. He knew Mike pretty well, he got up early most mornings, "No Mikey, this is more than that." Michael felt anger inside him, "you said you're going to switch me Linc. I'm too old for spankings and now you want to use a switch. That's so like southern, like if we lived in Georgia or something." He whined. Linc let go of his chin and grabbed his backpack strap pulling the backpack off.

He had enough of Michael's attitude, and he didn't want to be embarrassed at work by his kid brother's behavior. Even though he tried every way to resolve this before they left Mike was giving him no choice. Michael was frozen by what was happening and when Linc grabbed his arm he started dragging him towards the couch. Michael tried digging his shoes into the carpet, but Linc was too strong and scoffed at him. "No Lincoln stop! Stop, I'm sorry I'll behave!" He screamed out like he was going to be murdered. Lincoln laughed at the fact Michael wanted to be treated like a sixteen-year-old but sounded like a 5-year-old. He sat on the couch and grabbed Michael's left wrist tightly, "Too late Michael, this behavior is crazy, and I'm done. You know better than to throw a tantrum. You know how to behave and I'm so disappointed in you." Michael started to cry, "No! I'm just tired and I wanted to stay home. I don't want to go to work with you or fill out a paper saying you're going to spank me. It's cjildishhh…" He started hiccupping and crying harder.

Lincoln groaned, "You know better Michael, you know if you talk to me, I'll listen but yelling at me and throwing that fit just got you an ass-kicking before we go. You're hurt and now instead of just listening I have to wail on your ass." Michael tried to pull away and Linc gripped harder, "NOOO! Linc! NOOO! I'll be better." Linc had enough, they had to go soon, "Should have thought about that before this! Bend over, hurry up!" Michael shook his head No and Linc had expected that much. "You just lost the pants want to keep going?" Michael cried harder and pulled his hand away again, but Linc gripped it so hard he worried it'd leave a bruise. "Okay, and you just lost your boxers." Linc had planned to spank him bare anyway because he wanted to make sure to spank the white parts of his butt. Not the bruised parts, but he didn't tell Michael that. Michael started sobbing and trying to suck in the air hiccupping.

If Linc had a choice this wouldn't even be happening, it's not what he wanted to do this morning before work. Michael finally bent over but was clutching his pants to keep them up. Linc let go of his wrists and slammed his calloused hand down on Mike's behind so angry he forgot he was already suffering from his last spanking still. Michael felt like he'd been stabbed and let out the loudest scream he'd ever screamed. He felt like he couldn't breathe like the wind had been knocked out of him. Lincoln panicked jumping up from the couch and in one quick motion had Michael standing in his arms. He saw the look of sheer panic on Mike's face and his lips turned purple as Michael held onto a silent scream. "Shhh, Mikey, just breathe for me okay. In and out…." Mike refused though and Linc shook him gently. Mike finally took a breath in, and a wail followed. He cried so hard and Linc just hugged him rubbing his upper back until he calmed down.

Finally, ten minutes later Michael could form sentences, "You, you can kick me out Lincoln, I, I, deserve it. I'm sohhhry, I know, I know, its harrd with me here." Lincoln sighed. No matter how much he showed Michael, he loved him, it just would never be enough. Michael would always think this way after any serious consequences for his actions. "Shhhh Mikey, no, forever family. I am disappointed with you and just so angry with your behavior. You, need to listen and I promise things will get better. Go wash your face and we're leaving in 5." Linc nodded towards the bathroom. Michael wiped at his face, "But, umm, you said, you said, you'd and I, well you didn't." Linc chuckled to himself, "So, what you want me to beat your ass really quick before we go?" He looked at how exhausted Michael looked with red swollen eyes and dark circles under his eyes.

Michael looked up and sniffled looking like the most miserable kid Linc had seen in a long time. Linc felt bad, but at the same time, he knew as usual Michael was testing him to see what he could get away with. Linc grabbed his work stuff and house keys. Michael walked out heading into the bathroom and his butt felt stiff like a board. When he looked in the mirror everything looked okay, Linc had always been a rough person. He showed his emotions through physical exchanges but he'd never hurt Michael on purpose. He cursed himself for acting so immature and embarrassed that he acted like he was 5 again. When Michael walked out of the bathroom Lincoln walked up to him kissing the top of his head and hugged him. Linc scoffed to himself, when had he become the guy to comfort Michael so much? He didn't care though; this is what his brother needed at this moment. Some reassurance they were going to be okay, "Alright Mike, let's get to my job and don't fuck around. You know what's expected of you okay."

Michael nodded, "I know Linc, are we working on Rush Street today?" Linc nodded, "Nah, they have us up at Lakeshore drive this week up near Gold coast. So, stay close and I'll check on you throughout the day. Grab you for lunch with the guys." A smile crept up on Michael's face, Kim lived near there, maybe she'd walk by….