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Chapter 5 Lessons And Dining
"What do I want with you? Hmm. Good question, what do you think?"
"How should I know?!"
"Tone," he was warned.
Ben stood glaring daggers at Jack. He really did not like this man. "Why should I know why you've dragged me down here? If you don't know either then you're obviously off your head and I'll just go back to Tommy and Fabri, now."
"One more comment like that and the only place you'll be going is over the desk to feel my belt," he was told calmly, although with a hint of steel.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I?"
And the next thing Ben knew was that his world had shifted and a line of pure fire was spreading across his backside. Then his world rightened itself again and he was facing a slightly determined, slightly coolly calm and a slightly angry young man.
"Ok, so maybe you would, I was wrong, it happens," Ben whispered, more to himself than the young man but he heard him anyway.
Ben now found the carpet very interesting and was busy studying the complex design, willing to look anywhere apart from at the young man who had brought him down to his first class suite for reasons unknown to Ben.
Jack Dawson bent down slightly, so that he was roughly at eye-level with the young boy who kept catching his attention for some reason. The boy however was busy studying the carpet and obviously had no desire to look at him.
Jack put his hand under the boys chin and gently raised it so that he had to look him in the eyes. "Do you know who I am, little one?" Jack asked.
"No, Sir," Ben answered, not willing to anger the man again.
"I'm Jack Dawson," Jack told him.
Ben's mouth almost dropped, he managed to stop himself just in time. As in, Jack Dawson, the richest person on board, he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. He did not want to feel that belt again anytime soon!
Normally he prided himself for speaking his mind and his witty clever comments, but not many people threatened him with a belt. The shock must have shown in his eyes though, for Jack chuckled slightly.
"And you are?" he prompted.
"Ben Wood," Ben told him.
"Right then, and that's Ben and not Benjamin?" Jack asked.
"I'm not sure what I was christened, Sir," Ben told him truthfully. "My parents died when I was nine and they always just used to call me Ben. It could be short for Benjamin, but I'm not sure."
"No matter then. You shall just be Ben for now," Jack told him.
Jack then noticed that Ben was still clutching his rucksack tightly. He gently removed it from the boy's hands. "We'll just place this over here, alright?" Jack checked whilst laying Ben's rucksack on the desk chair.
Ben just nodded, not brave enough to disagree and not at all being his usual self. This man done something to him that demanded him to obey him.
Jack placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and led him through to the bathroom, to clean him up a bit. The boy didn't protest once. Ben was still too scared of Jack's belt. No one had ever dared belt him before because of the way he was so self-spoken, so self-assured He'd challenge people into doing what they had said they would and because of his manner, none of them ever dared. Until he met Jack that was.
The next thing Ben knew, when his brain finally started working again and he didn't just follow Jack's directions blindly anymore, he was sat at the desk, dressed smartly and working on some Maths problems.
Jack was sat near-by, reading through something.
Ben put down his pen and stood up, quite suddenly. What was he doing here?! He didn't belong here!
Jack had also started at Ben's sudden movement.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked as Ben moved towards the door, managing to snag his rucksack on the way.
"Back to where I belong," Ben answered, quite rudely, reaching to open the door.
Before he had even got the door handle turned, Jack had him by the ear and had hauled him back into the room.
A few minutes later Ben found himself face down over Jack's lap whilst Jack's palm descended onto his backside very briskly for what seemed to be quite a long time to Ben.
By the time Jack allowed him to stand up, Ben's backside was stinging and tears where running in rivets down his freshly cleaned cheeks. "I'm sorry," Ben whispered, not even sure why he was apologising.
Jack wiped some of his tears away and Ben went to rub his stinging backside but Jack's next command stopped him. "Hands on your head, young one."
Ben done as instructed and Jack placed him with his nose in a corner so that if anyone entered they would instantly know that he was in trouble. Jack then checked over the work Ben had done, after putting the boy's rucksack back on a shelf.
"Are you going to behave now?" Jack asked him sometime later.
"Yes Sir," Ben answered, shuffling his feet slightly, still facing the corner.
"Good, now go and get washed up for dinner, we are dining with Caledon Hockley and his fiancée, Rose, along with Rose's mother Ruth. You must be on your best behaviour, and let me do the talking," Jack instructed him.
"Yes Sir," Ben answered obediently and went and washed his face and hands. He then done something he never thought he would do. He put a smooth side parting in his hair. He thought he looked stupid but Jack seemed pleased with it.
All to soon for Ben they were on their way to the Dining Hall.
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CJD - Thanks, sorry this took so long!
Chapter 5 Lessons And Dining
"What do I want with you? Hmm. Good question, what do you think?"
"How should I know?!"
"Tone," he was warned.
Ben stood glaring daggers at Jack. He really did not like this man. "Why should I know why you've dragged me down here? If you don't know either then you're obviously off your head and I'll just go back to Tommy and Fabri, now."
"One more comment like that and the only place you'll be going is over the desk to feel my belt," he was told calmly, although with a hint of steel.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I?"
And the next thing Ben knew was that his world had shifted and a line of pure fire was spreading across his backside. Then his world rightened itself again and he was facing a slightly determined, slightly coolly calm and a slightly angry young man.
"Ok, so maybe you would, I was wrong, it happens," Ben whispered, more to himself than the young man but he heard him anyway.
Ben now found the carpet very interesting and was busy studying the complex design, willing to look anywhere apart from at the young man who had brought him down to his first class suite for reasons unknown to Ben.
Jack Dawson bent down slightly, so that he was roughly at eye-level with the young boy who kept catching his attention for some reason. The boy however was busy studying the carpet and obviously had no desire to look at him.
Jack put his hand under the boys chin and gently raised it so that he had to look him in the eyes. "Do you know who I am, little one?" Jack asked.
"No, Sir," Ben answered, not willing to anger the man again.
"I'm Jack Dawson," Jack told him.
Ben's mouth almost dropped, he managed to stop himself just in time. As in, Jack Dawson, the richest person on board, he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare. He did not want to feel that belt again anytime soon!
Normally he prided himself for speaking his mind and his witty clever comments, but not many people threatened him with a belt. The shock must have shown in his eyes though, for Jack chuckled slightly.
"And you are?" he prompted.
"Ben Wood," Ben told him.
"Right then, and that's Ben and not Benjamin?" Jack asked.
"I'm not sure what I was christened, Sir," Ben told him truthfully. "My parents died when I was nine and they always just used to call me Ben. It could be short for Benjamin, but I'm not sure."
"No matter then. You shall just be Ben for now," Jack told him.
Jack then noticed that Ben was still clutching his rucksack tightly. He gently removed it from the boy's hands. "We'll just place this over here, alright?" Jack checked whilst laying Ben's rucksack on the desk chair.
Ben just nodded, not brave enough to disagree and not at all being his usual self. This man done something to him that demanded him to obey him.
Jack placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder and led him through to the bathroom, to clean him up a bit. The boy didn't protest once. Ben was still too scared of Jack's belt. No one had ever dared belt him before because of the way he was so self-spoken, so self-assured He'd challenge people into doing what they had said they would and because of his manner, none of them ever dared. Until he met Jack that was.
The next thing Ben knew, when his brain finally started working again and he didn't just follow Jack's directions blindly anymore, he was sat at the desk, dressed smartly and working on some Maths problems.
Jack was sat near-by, reading through something.
Ben put down his pen and stood up, quite suddenly. What was he doing here?! He didn't belong here!
Jack had also started at Ben's sudden movement.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asked as Ben moved towards the door, managing to snag his rucksack on the way.
"Back to where I belong," Ben answered, quite rudely, reaching to open the door.
Before he had even got the door handle turned, Jack had him by the ear and had hauled him back into the room.
A few minutes later Ben found himself face down over Jack's lap whilst Jack's palm descended onto his backside very briskly for what seemed to be quite a long time to Ben.
By the time Jack allowed him to stand up, Ben's backside was stinging and tears where running in rivets down his freshly cleaned cheeks. "I'm sorry," Ben whispered, not even sure why he was apologising.
Jack wiped some of his tears away and Ben went to rub his stinging backside but Jack's next command stopped him. "Hands on your head, young one."
Ben done as instructed and Jack placed him with his nose in a corner so that if anyone entered they would instantly know that he was in trouble. Jack then checked over the work Ben had done, after putting the boy's rucksack back on a shelf.
"Are you going to behave now?" Jack asked him sometime later.
"Yes Sir," Ben answered, shuffling his feet slightly, still facing the corner.
"Good, now go and get washed up for dinner, we are dining with Caledon Hockley and his fiancée, Rose, along with Rose's mother Ruth. You must be on your best behaviour, and let me do the talking," Jack instructed him.
"Yes Sir," Ben answered obediently and went and washed his face and hands. He then done something he never thought he would do. He put a smooth side parting in his hair. He thought he looked stupid but Jack seemed pleased with it.
All to soon for Ben they were on their way to the Dining Hall.
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