CHASING
CONNOR
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though) except for those you don't recognize. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all.
A/N: I've gotten a couple of reviews saying that Angel should be pissed at Connor for leaving the hotel when he was on punishment. Well, since all of you (and me) don't like the Connor/Cordy thing I'm doing this all for you (and me). Plus my reviewers have given me enough inspiration to make this story last a while longer. I still don't want any anti-spankers bugging me. I don't tell them how to punish in their fictions.
Summary: Yes, Connor is in trouble again. But he won't be taken alive this time.
CHAPTER 27
Connor tipped inside the hotel. Phew! No one was in the lobby so they must have still been out on business. He went over to the weapon cabinet and put both axes back. Then he headed for the stairs. Just then Angel, Cordelia, Lorne, Fred, and Gunn were coming down. Okay, can you say dead meat?
"Hey, guys. When did you get home?" asked Connor.
"The question is, when did YOU get home?" said Angel.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dad," said Connor.
"Connor, stop it. We all know you were gone," said Fred.
"No, I wasn't," he said.
"Oh, kid, give it a rest," said Gunn.
"Not very bright of you, Connor," added Cordelia.
"But I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt," said Angel, coming down the stairs. He looked at Lorne then back at Connor. "Where were you? You can tell me."
Connor looked around at everyone. "Connor, just tell him," said Lorne. "I did my part."
"I was just out," said Connor. He didn't want to tell them about Rob or anything. He wanted to keep that battle for himself.
"Out where?" asked Angel.
"Just out. That about sums it up, POPS."
"Connor, last chance. Where were you?" asked Angel, his tone getting higher with every word.
"I told you I was out. Why do you always have to know where I am, anyway? I can take care of myself," said Connor.
"So you want me to give you free room and board and that's it?" asked Angel.
"Yes," his son replied. (This kid is a serious ditz)
"Well, it's not gonna happen, Connor. You can't just go out and come back in whenever you please. You weren't supposed to leave the hotel, anyway. It's a little thing called being punished," said Angel.
"I'm sick of being punished," said Connor.
"Well, you won't be if you just tell me what's going on."
"Forget it," said Connor.
"All right, Connor. If you want to do this the hard way then lets do it the hard way," said Angel.
Connor knew what Angel meant by that. "Oh, no. Not this again!" The seventeen-year-old ran to a different flight of stairs.
"You see, the stupid part of that is that the stairs were right there. That's how people get killed in horror movies," said Gunn.
"We'll help you get him," said Cordy.
Everyone ran after Connor. They went into his room and began to look around it. When their backs were turned Connor zipped out from under his bed and ran out into the hall. "You have to admit," said Lorne. "He is good at that."
"Connor, the more you run the worse it'll be," said Angel. He ran after his troubled youth.
"The more I run the later it'll be," added Connor, running.
When Connor was downstairs he slammed down on the elevator button. "Come on, open," he begged. Angel was hot on his tail (no pun intended).
As the elevator doors came open Connor let out a horrified gasp. Lorne and Gunn were standing right there. "Going up?" said Lorne.
"Not today," said the teenager. Before he could get away both Lorne and Gunn grabbed him. They each had one of his shoulders. "Guys, let me go! Let go!"
"Sorry, little man. You got this coming to you," said Gunn.
That's when Angel and the girls came down. "Oh, good," said Cordelia.
"Oh, bad," corrected Connor, struggling to get away from his captors. For a moment Angel felt like Connor was the little kid he'd been before he was kidnapped. He sure was acting like it at the moment.
"All right, Connor," said Angel. "You're going to get it either way it goes. But you have two options. You can either stop struggling and I'll take you up to your room so we can be alone. Or you can keep fighting it and I'll do it down HERE in front of everyone."
"No! Okay, I quit," said Connor. Lorne and Gunn released him.
"Come on, kid. Let's go to your room," said Angel. Connor looked around helplessly. The other adults just ignored him. So Connor followed his father upstairs. Angel shut the door when Connor was safely inside.
Angel sat down in a chair. "Okay, Connor. I was going to make this as simple as I could but no. You just had to act like a seven-year-old and run off."
"I don't want this again."
"Then why did you leave after I punished you? Just tell me that."
"No," said Connor. "I don't want to, Dad."
"All right. Come here, Connor."
Connor slowly walked over to his father. Angel pulled down his boy's jeans and boxers. Then he yanked him down over his knee. Connor shut his eyes and tried to think of a daydream. Suddenly a big SMACK landed down on his buttocks.
"Ouch," Connor cried silently. He couldn't give into the pain this time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SLAM! SLAM! SMACK! "Ouch!" That time he wasn't so quiet. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Connor started to breath heavily. This was the worst of his spankings. Angel must really be upset with him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Dad, please! Stop it!" exclaimed Connor. "Please!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWWWW! Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! It hurts!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Angel was once again very mad at Connor and very mad about what he was doing. For a quick second he saw himself spanking his baby. The baby Connor was before everything happened. He also saw himself rocking Connor is his arms as an infant. It hurt him so much to hurt his son like this. But if someone had done this to him when he was Connor's age he probably wouldn't have been the jerk he had been.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! "I'm sorry, Dad! Please, stop it!" SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
"Connor, I'm not kidding with you anymore. If you do anything else stupid I'll do ten times what I'm doing now. You won't be walking for days after that," scolded Angel. "I'm sick of you acting like a little brat. Guess what. I'm not going to take it from you anymore!" SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
"Okay, I get it!" cried Connor. He was also crying. Bawling was more like it. He didn't even try to suppress it. He just let it out. Angel was pissed off and he was showing it on his son's extremely sore rear end. SMACK!
"All right, Connor. That was the last one," said Angel. Connor was crying so hard that he made nearly a whole puddle of tears on the floor. Angel pulled his son's boxers and jeans up and buttoned them. Connor started to hiccup.
"Shh. It's okay. Relax, son," Angel soothed. He rubbed his son's back until the sobs quieted. Angel let Connor lay over his knee for a couple of minutes, rocking him, before lifting him up. He and Connor hugged.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I won't disrespect you anymore," said Connor.
"It's not about that, Connor. It's about me keeping you safe. And if I have to lay one on you to do it then that's what I'm going to do," said Angel.
Connor nodded. He and his dad embraced closer. "I meant what I said. Don't ever do this again or it'll be worse."
"I know. I'm still sorry," said Connor.
CONNOR
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though) except for those you don't recognize. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all.
A/N: I've gotten a couple of reviews saying that Angel should be pissed at Connor for leaving the hotel when he was on punishment. Well, since all of you (and me) don't like the Connor/Cordy thing I'm doing this all for you (and me). Plus my reviewers have given me enough inspiration to make this story last a while longer. I still don't want any anti-spankers bugging me. I don't tell them how to punish in their fictions.
Summary: Yes, Connor is in trouble again. But he won't be taken alive this time.
CHAPTER 27
Connor tipped inside the hotel. Phew! No one was in the lobby so they must have still been out on business. He went over to the weapon cabinet and put both axes back. Then he headed for the stairs. Just then Angel, Cordelia, Lorne, Fred, and Gunn were coming down. Okay, can you say dead meat?
"Hey, guys. When did you get home?" asked Connor.
"The question is, when did YOU get home?" said Angel.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Dad," said Connor.
"Connor, stop it. We all know you were gone," said Fred.
"No, I wasn't," he said.
"Oh, kid, give it a rest," said Gunn.
"Not very bright of you, Connor," added Cordelia.
"But I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt," said Angel, coming down the stairs. He looked at Lorne then back at Connor. "Where were you? You can tell me."
Connor looked around at everyone. "Connor, just tell him," said Lorne. "I did my part."
"I was just out," said Connor. He didn't want to tell them about Rob or anything. He wanted to keep that battle for himself.
"Out where?" asked Angel.
"Just out. That about sums it up, POPS."
"Connor, last chance. Where were you?" asked Angel, his tone getting higher with every word.
"I told you I was out. Why do you always have to know where I am, anyway? I can take care of myself," said Connor.
"So you want me to give you free room and board and that's it?" asked Angel.
"Yes," his son replied. (This kid is a serious ditz)
"Well, it's not gonna happen, Connor. You can't just go out and come back in whenever you please. You weren't supposed to leave the hotel, anyway. It's a little thing called being punished," said Angel.
"I'm sick of being punished," said Connor.
"Well, you won't be if you just tell me what's going on."
"Forget it," said Connor.
"All right, Connor. If you want to do this the hard way then lets do it the hard way," said Angel.
Connor knew what Angel meant by that. "Oh, no. Not this again!" The seventeen-year-old ran to a different flight of stairs.
"You see, the stupid part of that is that the stairs were right there. That's how people get killed in horror movies," said Gunn.
"We'll help you get him," said Cordy.
Everyone ran after Connor. They went into his room and began to look around it. When their backs were turned Connor zipped out from under his bed and ran out into the hall. "You have to admit," said Lorne. "He is good at that."
"Connor, the more you run the worse it'll be," said Angel. He ran after his troubled youth.
"The more I run the later it'll be," added Connor, running.
When Connor was downstairs he slammed down on the elevator button. "Come on, open," he begged. Angel was hot on his tail (no pun intended).
As the elevator doors came open Connor let out a horrified gasp. Lorne and Gunn were standing right there. "Going up?" said Lorne.
"Not today," said the teenager. Before he could get away both Lorne and Gunn grabbed him. They each had one of his shoulders. "Guys, let me go! Let go!"
"Sorry, little man. You got this coming to you," said Gunn.
That's when Angel and the girls came down. "Oh, good," said Cordelia.
"Oh, bad," corrected Connor, struggling to get away from his captors. For a moment Angel felt like Connor was the little kid he'd been before he was kidnapped. He sure was acting like it at the moment.
"All right, Connor," said Angel. "You're going to get it either way it goes. But you have two options. You can either stop struggling and I'll take you up to your room so we can be alone. Or you can keep fighting it and I'll do it down HERE in front of everyone."
"No! Okay, I quit," said Connor. Lorne and Gunn released him.
"Come on, kid. Let's go to your room," said Angel. Connor looked around helplessly. The other adults just ignored him. So Connor followed his father upstairs. Angel shut the door when Connor was safely inside.
Angel sat down in a chair. "Okay, Connor. I was going to make this as simple as I could but no. You just had to act like a seven-year-old and run off."
"I don't want this again."
"Then why did you leave after I punished you? Just tell me that."
"No," said Connor. "I don't want to, Dad."
"All right. Come here, Connor."
Connor slowly walked over to his father. Angel pulled down his boy's jeans and boxers. Then he yanked him down over his knee. Connor shut his eyes and tried to think of a daydream. Suddenly a big SMACK landed down on his buttocks.
"Ouch," Connor cried silently. He couldn't give into the pain this time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SLAM! SLAM! SMACK! "Ouch!" That time he wasn't so quiet. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Connor started to breath heavily. This was the worst of his spankings. Angel must really be upset with him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Dad, please! Stop it!" exclaimed Connor. "Please!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWWWW! Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! It hurts!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Angel was once again very mad at Connor and very mad about what he was doing. For a quick second he saw himself spanking his baby. The baby Connor was before everything happened. He also saw himself rocking Connor is his arms as an infant. It hurt him so much to hurt his son like this. But if someone had done this to him when he was Connor's age he probably wouldn't have been the jerk he had been.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! "I'm sorry, Dad! Please, stop it!" SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
"Connor, I'm not kidding with you anymore. If you do anything else stupid I'll do ten times what I'm doing now. You won't be walking for days after that," scolded Angel. "I'm sick of you acting like a little brat. Guess what. I'm not going to take it from you anymore!" SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
"Okay, I get it!" cried Connor. He was also crying. Bawling was more like it. He didn't even try to suppress it. He just let it out. Angel was pissed off and he was showing it on his son's extremely sore rear end. SMACK!
"All right, Connor. That was the last one," said Angel. Connor was crying so hard that he made nearly a whole puddle of tears on the floor. Angel pulled his son's boxers and jeans up and buttoned them. Connor started to hiccup.
"Shh. It's okay. Relax, son," Angel soothed. He rubbed his son's back until the sobs quieted. Angel let Connor lay over his knee for a couple of minutes, rocking him, before lifting him up. He and Connor hugged.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I won't disrespect you anymore," said Connor.
"It's not about that, Connor. It's about me keeping you safe. And if I have to lay one on you to do it then that's what I'm going to do," said Angel.
Connor nodded. He and his dad embraced closer. "I meant what I said. Don't ever do this again or it'll be worse."
"I know. I'm still sorry," said Connor.