Spike stormed into the room and let go of the silence once Angel had the door shut. "I don't know what you think you're doing but I am not a child Angel and I'm not going to be treated like one!"

"Well you could have fooled me. You may be over one hundred but you're just a spoiled impulsive teenager who doesn't care who he drags into his problems. I sit you next to Connor and all I see is two disobedient little boys. You know my policy on you Spike. If you're going to act like a child you're going top be punished like one."

Spike gasped. "You can't be serious. I was under fifty the last time! I've grown up a lot since then and I think you should respect that."

"When you can like an adult maybe then we can reconsider this policy but until then you know how this works."

Spike looked defeated. "Do I really have to... you know?"

"Drop em' or I'll do it for you."

Spike obediently slid his pants down to his knees and lay across the bed. Angel went over and grabbed a hairbrush from the nightstand. "Alright lets get this over with."

Spike flinched as the hairbrush hit his skin and slapped against his bottom. He braced himself for the second blow. He was going to take his like a man. Smack. Smack. Angel laid two swift swats faster than Spike could compose himself between. He let out a small gasp as the third was laid across his bottom with a little more force behind it.

"I think..." Smack. "that ten..." Smack. Smack. "should do it." Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Spike sighed with relief. Ten wasn't too bad. He was shocked when Angel swiftly yanked down his boxers and began again. "Hey I though..." Smack. "Ouch! That you said..." Smack. "ten?" Smack. Smack. Spike eyes were beginning to fill up and he bit down on his tongue hard.

"Those were for Connor." Smack. Smack. "Theses are yours." Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Tears were running down Spike cheeks silently. He didn't want to cry in front of Angel. Angel reached down and picked up Spike's belt from the floor and doubled it over. "Five more." Slap. Spike was loosing control fast. "for dragging..." Slap. "Lorne into..." Slap. A sob escaped Spike mouth and he was no longer able to control his emotions. Slap. "your mess." Slap. Spike was crying audibly now as Angel lay down the belt and began running his fingers through Spike's hair. "Shh. It's over. You're alright." Angel stayed at Spike's side until he calmed down a little and than removed his pants and shoes the rest of the way and pulled a sheet over him. "Take a nap Spike. I'll come by tonight with some blood, okay?" Spike nodded as he wiped the tears off his cheeks. Angel kissed Spike's hair and went quietly for the door. Just as he was about to make and exit spike stopped him.

"H-hey Angel? Will you tell sparky I said I was sorry?"

"You can do it yourself tomorrow. I want my car waxed by noon."