This is based on Season 1 of 911 Lone Star, Episode 3: "Texas Proud." All plot developments are written by Elenalovly. This was also her idea to do this show. Pairing: Captain Owen Strand/T.K. Strand (M/M) hand, serving spoon
Austin, Texas
Police Station
"Tyler Kennedy Strand!" Captain Owen Strand shouted. "Get over here right now!"
"Yeah, Dad?" T.K. replied, there was a tremble at the end that let Carlos know the younger man wasn't as confident as he appeared.
"But Dad I-," T.K. tried. But he was cut off by his father grabbing his bicep and dragging him out of the police station. It was made more embarrassing by the fact that they worked with these people every day.
"It wasn't my fault...,I-" T.K.'s voice faded as he saw the look on his father's face.
Two Hours Earlier
Leaving Fire Station 126
T.K. was dumbfounded, "How the hell does a kid end up getting stuck in a grain silo 50 feet up in the air?"
Judd answered as he maneuvered the fire truck to the scene, "It's called walking the grain." He went on to explain that it was a cheap, but dangerous way, to dislodge the grain from the drain in the silo. Paul, Marjan, and T.K. were still confused. None of them, except Judd were from Texas. Captain Owen Strand had recruited them from around the country in a bid to make a more diverse fire crew. He and his son had recently moved to Austin from New York City.
"But i-it's corn," T.K. pressed. He didn't get it. How could corn be dangerous?
Judd went on to say that this was an extremely dangerous situation. The rescue had to be done a certain way or the victim could suffocate or get ripped in half if pulled out too quickly.
Captain Strand informed the team that Judd would be in charge.
"You do what he says when he says it," Captain determined, speaking over the sirens. No one else understood the situation except Judd. They only had ten minutes or so to save the kid.
They all replied with a crisp, "Copy that."
Austin Fire was flagged over to the scene and Judd told them how to put the platform down. He also clearly said, "No one's feet touches the corn."
They used plastic steps to stabilize the top of the silo and put all the safety measures in places. They were going to put metal walls in to form a seal around the trapped young man and then suction out all of the corn.
Even as Judd tried to clarify instructions with T.K., who happened to be the captain's son, he brushed him off rudely saying, "I got it. I got it."
Judd was dismayed, but knew they only had seconds more to help the victim.
Everything went smoothly, until it didn't.
Marjan's line snapped and she began to sink into the deadly corn. Judd reminded her to hold on and not to struggle. Yet Marjan suddenly sunk further. As Judd ordered everyone to get to the sides of the silo, T.K. reached out to grab her hand. Judd yelled to stop, but T.K. continued to act on his own, stepping on the corn.
"T.J., no, stop. This is a direct order!" Judd shouted out. But it was too later, Marjan went down and T.K. went in after her.
They had to have the captain cut open the bottom of the silo so they could all slide out the bottom. Marjan, a devout muslim, lost her ḥijāb and the Austin fire team gathered around her to give her the privacy to cover her head again.
No one seemed upset about T.K.'s defiance, except Judd. Judd was fuming over the rescue going sideways from T.K.'s disobedience. He had tried to have a talk with the boy privately.
When they got back to the fire house, Judd said, "Just grinning like the butcher's dog, huh?"
T.K. smirked, "I don't even know what they means, and I do not know what your deal is right now."
"My deal is that you disobeyed a direct order back there at the silo," Judd said calmly.
"A direct order? You're not my boss," T.K. snarked. The handsome gay man was not used to anyone talking to him like this, especially not country bumpkins like Judd.
"You're damn right I was the second the Cap put me in charge of that team," Judd reminded him. Judd seemed to tower over T.K., he was taller, heavier, and right now, angrier.
T.K. blathered on that he was 'just' following his instincts. Judd, was unable to stop the words out of his mouth next. Judd insinuated that T.K. must have been "really killing it" in New York to have to follow his daddy down to Texas. T.K. refused to argue smugly. Judd then asked T.K. if he was going to go tell on him to his daddy. He said that T.K. was the coach's son and everyone was afraid to tell him his crap stank. T.K. cringed at the crude line and the insinuation that he got special treatment because his dad was the boss. That wasn't true...Well, there were a few times his dad bailed him out of trouble in New York, but that's what dads were for, T.K. reasoned. But how dare this guy say that!
Judd planned to talk to Captain Strand frankly afterward. But then, T.K. pushed the much bigger man hard in the chest. T.J. was clearly not match for Judd. Paul, an African American transgender man, broke up the fight and T.K. took off.
The angry and frustrated boy went to a bar and picked a fight with two of the rougher citizens of Austin. T.K. landed in jail. Carlos, a former one night stand, who had tried to cook T.K. dinner, until he brushed him off, let him him know his dad was on the way. T.K. was able to apologize and finally share with Carlos, about his react breakup and past use of substances.
"Look, I'm sorry about how I treated you," T.K. softened. "But now I gotta deal with my dad. He's going to be so disappointed."
"Disappointed? He oughta kick your ass," Carlos grinned.
"Nah, he's all into peace and love these days. He hasn't kicked my butt good since I was ten," T.K. admitted.
Carlos muttered, "Long overdue."
T.K. went to make another snide comment when the elder Strand walked in. He ignored his beat up son for a moment while he thanked Carlos. He finally turned to T.K. and asked, "Are you okay?" He frowned to see the cuts and bruises on his beautiful son's face. Owen Strand was doing all of this for his son, the new job, new city, and new friends...Couldn't the boy see that?
"Fine. I just want to go home," T.K. whined.
"We are. Hurry up. Let's go," Owen said. T.K. stopped to speak again to Carlos when his dad boomed out his full name. T.K. was so ashamed, but Carlos just grinned. Maybe T.K. would get what he deserved.
Several minutes later, while he was getting dragged to the car, T.K. thought it was wise to inform his father that he hadn't been arrested.
Owen stopped and yelled, "You are lucky that those losers you tried to fight didn't want to press charges. Your friend Carlos told me the whole sordid story on the phone. This is a small town, Son. You can't start off this way."
"Dad, let me go! I'm not a little kid. You are dragging me," T.K. exclaimed. He tried to break away and even pushed his father, like he had pushed Judd earlier.
Captain Owen Strand did not miss a beat. He turned T.K. to the side and brought down his palm on the seat of his tight jeans four times.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
The swats boomed in the parking lot and T.K. yelped, "Owwwwww!" He hopped and rubbed his sore cheeks for a moment before pulling his hands away.
Captain Strand leaned into T.K.'s face and growled, "There is more where that came from. Way more, young man. You can either walk with me to the car or I can spank your ass right here!"
"Dad, stop! I'm an adult. You can't spank me," T.K. moaned.
"Believe me, you are getting a spanking tonight, adult or not. You disobeyed me and you disobeyed Judd. Now, what's it gonna be?" the captain asked.
T.J.'s face burned and flushed in the darkness and he started walking. He snuck a hand back and rubbed a little, hoping no one noticed.
After a tense car ride where silent tears ran down T.K.'s bruised face, they finally got home. Captain Strand went into the kitchen and put a few dishes in the sink. T.J. felt terrible, it looked like his father had been eating alone when Carlos called him. He dropped everything to pick him up.
Then, T.K. saw his father grab a salad serving spoon. T.K. wanted to ask what that was for, but then his father looked at him. He held the spoon as he entered the living room area. T.J. backed up until he was against the arm chair.
"No! Dad, come on. I bought you that serving set at Target. You can't...Thank God, I didn't get the metal set at the Pottery Barn," T.K. sobbed. "I'm sorry, Dad. Please don't spank me."
"Mister, I haven't given you a good spanking in a long time," the captain said, sitting on the couch."Get over here, T.K. One..."
"Don't start counting! Let's talk about this," T.K. wailed. He thought he heard his dad say "two."
"I'm not ten years old anymore!" T.K. shouted, looking around to see if he could flee.
"T.K., over here now. You know you deserve it. I had to pick you up at a police station!" Owen reported. "Three. That's it."
Owen got up and grabbed T.K.'s wrist firmly. He pulled him back over to the couch and stood him in front of him as he sat down again.
"Tyler Kennedy, you are getting the worst spanking of your lifetime!" Owen roared. He pulled T.J. over his lap, resting his upper body on the couch and leaving his feet dangling over the right side. Then, Owen threw his right leg over to lock T.K.'s legs down.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Smack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
T.K.'s eyes popped open wider. "Ahhhhh, Dad. Daddy. Stop!"
The spanks were hard and fast, covering the seat of his pants in warmth first, then heat. Then, a burning fire. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"When Judd is in charge, you are to obey him! What the hell were you thinking? Your insubordination could have put Marjan and yourself in danger," the Owen scolded. "I can't lose you, Son."
His hand was stinging. T.K. was starting to pound on the couch with his fists, but he wasn't going anywhere until he learned a lesson.
Suddenly, T.K. was stood up and his dad unbuttoned his jeans and skinned them down. He slapped away T.K. futile attempts to stop him. T.K. felt himself flipped back over and his father started swatting his bottom hard over the white Calvin Klein boxer briefs he wore. T.K. gasped as he realized how much more this smarted.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
He wasn't going to make it through this spanking.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
T.K. felt himself sobbing louder and trying to beg for the spanking to end. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Finally, T.K. got a bit of a break as he was stood up again. Surely, his dad wouldn't pull down his underwear! T.K. fought to hold up his underpants by gripping the band, but Owen wasn't having it. He picked up the heavy, round serving spoon.
T.K. saw the spoon and gave up, "Daddy, don't do this. I'm sorrrrry. It's too hard!" Owen had never spanked him this hard as a kid. He must have really screwed up this time.
Owen yanked down the tight boxer briefs and put his son over his knees again.
"You put your life in danger for the last time today. From now on, this is what you have to look forward to when you disobey or want to put your hands on someone. If you were anyone else other than my son, you would be suspended by now," Owen reprimanded.
"I k-know," T.K. cried. "I'll d-do better. J-Just don't use the s-spoon!"
Owen knew T.K. was almost wore out, "I haven't spanked you since you were a little boy, but maybe I was wrong. You needed this, haven't you? Well, Daddy is here to tell you that you are not in charge. You do not get special privileges as my son. You need to know that stuff ends now."
Owen lifted his arm to his shoulder and brought the flat end of the spoon down on T.K.'s right cheek. Crack!
T.K. howled and tried to get free, but he soon got the second whack on his left cheek.
Crack!
The hard smacks took T.K.'s breath away and left red marks on the center of each cheek. Owen popped his son a little lower on his crease, from right to left. Whack. Whack.
He then popped him soundly on the sit spots. Whack Whack.
Going back up to his red bottom, Owen paddled T.K. three times firmly on each cheek and then gave him a last wallop on the center of both cheeks.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Whack!
"Sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," T.K. cried out.
"You are okay, buddy," Owen soothed. "It's over."
Owen stood up T.K. slowly after his crying died down a little and pulled up his pants.
T.K. hissed and stomped up and down as his tight boxer briefs sealed in the heat and sting. Then, he whimpered when his jeans were buttoned.
"I am not the only one you need to apologize to," Owen said, as he hugged and kissed his son. "I love you so much. But I can't let you act like the 'coach's son' anymore. It's putting lives at risk."
T.K. hiccuped and said, "I guess you talked to Judd, huh?"
"Yeah, he feels bad, but baby boy, I could have lost you today because you didn't listen. That is never okay," Owen said, wiping away a tear of his own.
"Can this wait until tomorrow morning? My bum really hurts," T.K. confided.
"Nope, we are picking up a shift tonight. We will sleep at the fire house with the guys," Owen added.
Fire Station 126
"Judd, my son has something to say to you," Owen, now back in captain mode, said. "He just got a good spanking. And if he is ever insubordinate like that again, he'll get an even harder paddling, right in front of everyone."
T.K. was too embarrassed to even look up and see Judd's reaction. But he figured he deserved it.
T.K. stumbled, "I'm real sorry about today, Judd. I shouldn't have disobeyed you or pushed you. I hope you can forgive me."
"I didn't get after you 'cause I was mad, I was scared. But I do want you to know that, um, you know, that I am, um..." Judd tried.
"Thank you," T.K. finally cut in. "For calling me out. You were right, man, no one has ever called me out like that."
"That's what brother's do," Judd stated.
"Well, then you can't call me the coach's son, anymore...Cause you are, too," T.K. remarked.
That got a big, wide smile out of Judd, "Well, okay. Deal."
The others cheered and encouraged the two "brothers" to hug it out. They did and then the captain said it was time for everyone to make dinner and clean up the fire house.
Mateo and Marjan went to cook dinner. Owen, pulled T.K. aside for another brief talk.
"Ah, son, you remember what used to happen when I got to three?" Owen pressed.
"Dad, a bedtime spanking? Really, but everyone will see!" T.K. said frantically.
"No, they won't. They have bathrooms for a reason. Now, if you fuss and carry on, they will hear you get blistered. But you are getting spanked before bed," Owen pronounced.
T.K. started to cry, "Dad, I am so sorry. I'll be good. Please don't spank me again, my bottom is stinging and throbbing like crazy!"
"Son, you know I'm not afraid to add on additional nights if you resist this spanking. Now, drop the attitude and go clean something," Owen said, ending the conversation. "Or I can pop into the kitchen and check out if there is anything in there that will help my aching hand? A wooden spoon? Or maybe a pizza paddle?"
"No, no, that's okay. I'm going to help Paul mop. Sorry, Dad. I love you, too," T.K. said as he backed away from Owen. He really did like Austin.
And he was hoping to see Carlos soon. He wondered if his butt would still be red and sore.