Anything you recognize from the Hobbit belongs to JRR Tolkien
Hey everyone. This is Chapter Two of 'Our Uncle Thorin'. I realized last chapter, I made an error. When Thorin asked Kili if he was lying, he said 'yes', which I should have typed 'no'. Sorry about the error, I corrected it now. Hope you enjoy. As usual, spanking in story. Don't like, don't read. Happy early Halloween everyone.
Chapter Two
"Kili! Fili! Where are you?" Thorin called as he ventured into the forest. Silence. He let out a growl of frustration. Oh, when he got his hands on those little imps ...
Two hours ago
"Uncle Thorin, can we go into the forest today? Please?" Sixteen-year-old Kili begged.
Twenty-one-year-old Fili nodded beside him. "We promise we won't get in any danger. We just want to see what's in there. You've never let us go inside the forest."
Thorin paused from where he was working in his study, polishing his weapons as soup bubbled and cooked on the stove. He glanced up and nearly groaned when he saw Kili and Fili, looking beggingly at him. It was so hard to resist those eyes. Yet ... they could get into danger, a voice reminded him. What will you do when the foul beasts in there chase after them?
"No, I'm afraid not," Thorin replied before returning to polishing. He heard Fili sigh and Kili snarl in frustration. He paused when he heard Kili mutter something under his breath. He vaugely caught the words: Stupid, damn, mother hen. He looked up and sent Kili a look. "Excuse me?"
Kili jumped. He had obviously forgotten how good his Uncle's hearing was. "Nothing," he muttered sullenly. Thorin raised an eyebrow at him before continuing with his work. Kili watched him work for a while as Fili wandered away, obviously given up. But Kili hadn't, much to Thorin's exasperation and dismay. His youngest nephew just didn't know when to stop. "Please, Uncle," he begged. "We won't get into any trouble. Promise!"
"You attract trouble everywhere you go, little cub," Thorin grunted back, falling into the endearment that he used whenever he spanked Kili. Perhaps it was that that made Kili more insistent; perhaps he wanted to prove to Thorin that he wasn't just a "little cub". The corners of Thorin's lips twitched upwards when he saw Kili make a face at the special name, but he quickly bit the smile back. It wouldn't do to laugh.
"We don't!" Kili said indignantly. "And we don't go looking for it. Trouble just comes to us!"
"Exactly the point why you shouldn't go into the forest," came Thorin's respond. "I know you're curious, but there are some dangerous creatures in there that I'd prefer you don't meet. Perhaps when you're older, hmmm?"
"Dwalin could take us," Kili pressed as he circled his uncle.
With a sigh, Thorin straightened and warned in a soft voice, "You know full well that Dwalin is busy with work and Balin collecting scrolls for your studies. Bofur can't watch over you either; he's running the store with Bifur. Bombur is at his own shop, Kili. You know that as much as I do. There's no one to watch over the two of you to ensure that you don't get into any mischief."
"You're being unfair, you know," Kili growled before stomping away like a small dwarfling the mere age of five.
Thorin heard the door slam and winced. He would have to talk to Kili about his attitude. His youngest nephew was getting into that stage. The You-Don't-Know-Better-Than-Me-So-Why-Don't-You-Listen stage. The Everything-I-Say-Is-Correct-And-I-Don't-Care-What-You-Think stage. But before he went to talk, he would let Kili cool down.
And after two hours he had found Kili and Fili's bedroom window open. Explaining the reason why he was venturing into the forest. Thorin sighed and called once more, "Kili! Fili!"
Silence.
That annoying, damn silence! Thorin growled and paused to listen intently. A crack. There was a cracking sound. The sound of someone's foot snapping a dry twig. The bushes rustled, then Thorin lunged. He bowled over ... over ... "Fili?" Thorin, surprised, scrambling off his nephew, who gasped under the weight of his uncle.
The scene might have been amusing if the look on Fili's face wasn't there at the time.
"Uncle Thorin! Kili's hurt! A mountain lion scratched him and I had to leave him in the tree where the lion wouldn't get him!" Fili wailed. He had a deep scratch across his forehead and his left arm. His eyes were full of distress and fear for his brother.
"Lead me to him," Thorin ordered, scrambling after Fili, who disappeared through the bushes. "Kili!" Thorin roared. As he burst into the clearing, the mountain lion snapped its head toward Thorin and Fili.
Kili was clinging desperately from high up a tree. A mountain lion was growling and pacing underneath him. With a cry, Thorin ran and bowled the mountain lion over. It snarled and snapped at him, but it was no match for the strong dwarf and spat before limping away, obviously nursing a broken leg Thorin had given him.
"Oww! Ow!" Kili complained.
Thorin was cleaning the gash in his leg - a deep, bloody gash running straight down from his knee before stopping at his ankle. "I'm trying to be as gentle as I can, little laddie," Thorin replied as he bandaged the wound. When he finished, he wiped the sweat off his brow, then crossed his arms across his chest. Fili and Kili shrank back from the couch they were sitting on. "So," Thorin growled at last. Fili and Kili flinched - not surprising, considering the tone of their Uncle's voice.
"So," Thorin repeated. "You disobey me deliberately, even after I told you to stay inside. Then, instead of coming to find me, Fili, you decided to fight against the lion." He raised a hand when it seemed like the two brothers were about to interrupt. "No! No. You will listen to what I say first, and then you may speak."
His nephews dropped their gazes back to the carpet.
"Then, when Fili got hurt, Kili decided to help his brother - a foolish and reckless move. Then both of you went up the tree when it seemed you two could not defeat the lion, and Fili ran to me to get help." He shot another look at the two brothers. "Is that it? Have I gotten the facts correct?"
Silence.
Thorin frowned deeply. "Answer me!"
They flinched. "Y-Yes, Uncle."
Thorin sighed. He rubbed his forehead before muttering, "What am I going to do with you two?"
They remained quiet, heads bowed. "We were just trying to show you that we didn't have to be watched as if we were mere babes all he time," Kili said in a small voice.
Thorin flashed him a stern look. "Oh? Well, what you have shown me, young dwarfling, is that I need to keep a better eye on you." Thorin thought for another minute, then said, "All right. I've decided on what to do. For the next week, the two of you will not leave my sight. Not once. You need to go somewhere? I'll come with you, even if it's just to practice your sparring. You need to go to the washroom? I'll wait outside and if you're not out by three minutes, I'm coming inside to check on you."
There were instant cries of horror and outrage from the two younglings.
"No!"
"Uncle Thorin!"
"You can't!" Kili wailed.
"Can and will," Thorin replied grimly. "And that's only the first part." He met the horrified looks of the two. "I suppose you know what it'll be?" At their nods, he continued. "Youngest first," he said. "Kili, remove your coat and come here."
Kili shuffled over. He put down his coat and hesitated. Thorin, getting impatient, tugged his nephew and Kili fell with a grunt on his lap. Thorin frowned deeply before shifting Kili into position, then tugging down his breeches and pants. Kili gave a slight whimper, but otherwise remained still and quiet. Thorin laid a land on Kili's bottom and he shivered, obviously anticipating the first swat. Thorin glanced at Fili. "Remember, no interrupting," he said softly.
"Yes, Uncle," Fili replied softly.
Thorin felt another shudder pass through Kili. He raised his hand to about shoulder height. Then it dropped at a fierce speed. CRACK! Both young dwarves jumped. Kili sucked in a breath and trembled as Fili looked away. Thorin landed another swat. And another. And another. Stubborn dwarfling, Thorin thought fondly as his hand fell once more.
As minutes passed, Kili was obviously trying not to cry as he clenched a fistful of his Uncle's breeches. He was now squirming a bit, and every once in a while he would let out a gasp or a small whimper. And when his hand shot toward his bottom and attempted to cover, palm up, Thorin paused. He knew it was time to talk now. Kili's bottom was a dark shade of pink.
"You have until the count of three to remove that hand, youngling," Thorin murmured. "One. Tw- Thank you." He landed a hard swat and Kili bucked and cried out at last. "Why are you getting this spanking, Kili?" Thorin asked as he landed another swat.
"AHHHH!"
"Try again."
"D-disobeyed or-orders! Oww!" Kili yelped.
Thorin frowned. "And?"
"G-go-got m-myself hur-hurt!" Kili wailed, squirming. "I-I-I ... I put m-myself and F-Fee in danger!"
"Indeed," Thorin murmured. He landed more swats, this time a bit harder than usual before returning to his normal force.
"AHHHHH! B-But, u-uncle!" Kili cried out, bucking up and earning a few swats that clearly told him, Be still, naughty dwarfling. You've caused enough trouble already. "D-didn't mean toooooooo! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kili wailed. "Uncle!" His legs were kicking and his body was squirming quite a bit.
A bit too much for Thorin's taste. "Hmm. This will not do."
He frowned, paused the spanking before holding down Kili more tightly. He trapped his nephew's two legs under his own. Kili was immobilized. All he could do was howl and yell. Thorin landed a swat before pausing, listening to Kili's soft sobs. He bent down and murmured, "Do you understand what you did wrong, youngling?"
"Y-YESSS!" Kili shouted. "OWWWWW!
"Are you bellowing at me, young dwarf?"
"N-no!" Kili protested, squirming. "Sor-sor ... sorry!"
"Good," Thorin murmured. He let his hand talk with Kili's backside. Then, he heard Kili's sobs. But they were different. Muffled sobs. He stopped and glanced down. Kili was biting his own coat, obviously trying hard not to cry. "Kili."
"Wha?"
"Spit it out," Thorin said sternly as he tipped his right leg up, exposing the sensitive undercurve where his legs and cheeks met. "I won't have you chewing a hole through your coat. So Spit-" WHAP! "It-" WHAP! "Out!" WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"AHHHHHH!"
Kili sobbed and kicked. "Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
Thorin nodded in satisfaction. "Good lad." He landed another swat, though lighter this time as he took in the fiery colour of his youngest nephew's backside. "Will you ever do what you did today again?"
"Nooooo!"
"Promise?"
"Yes! Yes! P-PROMISE!"
"And you won't disobey me ever again?"
"I-I won't! P-Please, U-Uncle Th-Tho-Thor'n! It h-hurts!" Kili sobbed before going limp. Utterly limp, all spent.
Thorin inwardly tsked with sympathy before landing a last smack. Then he drew the boy up into a hug, murmuring comforting phrases to him. "Shhhh," he hushed as Kili buried his face into Thorin's tunic. "Shhhhhhh. It's all over. It's all done. You deserved it, but now your slate is clean."
"Mmmmmm," Kili mumbled, already half-asleep.
Thorin couldn't help but grin. Kili always fell asleep after a spanking.
When he was sure that his nephew had fallen into a deep slumber, he carried him up the stairs, past Fili, and placed him gently on his stomach in his bed. He dimmed the lights and then headed down to find Fili, staring at the ground.
But he looked up when Thorin approached.
Thorin merely frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Your turn."
End of Chapter Two
Next: Fili's discipline.
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Was it okay? Do you think Thorin was too harsh with Kili? I welcome feedback. Please REVIEW! :)