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Chapter Three

(FILI'S POV)

It was terrifying. What was even worse was that Thorin looked grim. Too grim, for my taste. And when Thorin spoke, I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Uncle, please-"

"Now, Fili."

My mouth went dry as Thorin sat down in the very same chair he had sat on while disciplining my brother. I swallowed hard, laid down my coat and began to bend over when Thorin stopped me. "No," he said. "Keep standing."

I looked at him, puzzled, but the puzzled look that was obviously on my face turned to mortification as Thorin reached to tug down my breeches. "No!" I yelped, half shocked, half furious. "You did it with Kili another way! At least allow me some bit of dignity. You gave Kili some!"

Thorin paused and raised an eyebrow. "How did I give Kili dignity, Fili?" he prompted.

I stared at him. "He didn't have to stand still while you did it!" There was a bit of a whine in my voice and I inwardly winced. I knew Thorin hated whining. He shot me a look that made my bottom twinge. "Please, Uncle," I begged, now desperation creeping into my voice. "Please!"

Thorin seemed to consider me. "I suppose I could allow you some bit of dignity." I sighed in relief. I was about to thank him when Thorin reached out and swiftly tugged down my breeches under my knees. "But this is much faster, young laddie." And he pulled me over his lap.

I gave a small whimper and tried to get comfortable. Comfortable? Impossible while you're in this position! a voice sneered inside my head. Shut up, I told it. I could feel my ear tips burning as Thorin shifted me across his lap. Me, a twenty-one-year-old dwarf, bare bottomed and stretched out across my Uncle's lap! He rested a hand on my bottom and I stiffened.

Thorin seemed to pause. Then he pulled me closer to his stomach, then put a hand on my head and began to stroke my hair. It was a comforting gesture, though it was still embarrassing. I wriggled once more and then froze when Thorin warned, "Stay still."

I obeyed. To disobey would be foolish and even I wasn't that dumb, though I did hesitate before doing so. I stayed frozen and nervous over my Uncle's lap as he continued patting my head. "You ready, laddie?" he asked softly.

"Y-yes, Uncle," I said. My voice was strained.

"Good lad," Thorin murmured. Then his hand left my bottom.

I tensed. I stiffened. I did all the things one should not do when the first smack was about to fall. SWAT! I gasped and choked back a cry. Thorin was not going easy on me. It burned. And the opening swats never burned this much. Not until now. It's because you got yourself in danger, and he doesn't like that, a voice reminded. The same annoying voice as before. I tried to ignore it. The sting in my bottom began to build into a fire. Not that intense bonfire burning, but it still burned quite a bit.

I started to squirm, and I knew it would not be long before I began to sniffle. WHAP! My entire body jerked. "Stay in position, my wild pup," Thorin murmured.

My wild pup. Those three words sent me into a flashback.

FLASHBACK

"I'm-Not-A-Pup!" I snarled out as Thorin's hand fell.

"You, my dear young twelve-year-old dwarfling, are. To me, you are my wild pup," Thorin responded as he swatted me.

"Not!" I spat. "OWWWW!"

"Your tone, pup," Thorin told me.

I bit my bottom lip, hard. Blood. I could taste blood in my mouth. Thorin suddenly stopped and looked at me closely. I was chewing on my bleeding lip, struggling not to cry. Thorin sighed. "Fili, no biting."

"Sorry," I mumbled through my gritted teeth.

"And don't grind your teeth either, my wild pup," Thorin told me.

"Yes, sir," I said clearly.

"Good lad." Thorin let his hand fall again, hard. I cried out and bucked violently. My hand flew back and covered my blazing bottom. "One."

"Noooo!" I cried out. "No counting!"

"Two. You have until the count of five, youngling," Thorin warned.

"Nooo! No!" I wailed stubbornly. "Hurts! Won't let you!"

"Three."

"NOOOO! Shut up!"

"Four. And don't you speak to me like that."

I merely cried out as he landed a swat, just on the curve of my bottom, for my rudeness. I kept my hand there, though my mind was screaming at me to move my hand. "Won't," I sniffled, stubborn. "Won't. Won't, won't, won't, won't, WON'T!" I shouted out.

"Five. Very well." Thorin raised his right leg, exposing the sensitive curve.

"Oh, nooooo!" I cried out. WHAP! "Owww! OWW! OW! OW!"

I pulled back my hand, sobbing. Thorin lowered his leg. "Good, my wild pup," Thorin murmured. "Very good. We're almost finished, pup. It's all right."

"Y-yes, Uncle," I sputtered out through my sobs.

FLASHBACK END

"OWWW!"

I bucked as a hard swat landed on my now fiery bottom. Thorin had just landed a particulary hard smack on the curve. "You know that's not allowed, sweetling," he reminded. "Stay with me."

"Y-yes, Uncle," I choked out. This was horrible. The fire in my bottom kept building up, until I finally threw my hand back. Thorin, thankfully didn't count this time, but merely swept it aside to the small of my back and held it there.

"Owww! S-sorry!" I wailed. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! B-Big, big sorrryyyyyyy!"

"And what are you sorry for, my wild pup?" Thorin asked in a gentle voice that contrasted with the powerful swats he administered to my bottom.

"Sorry for putting myself in danger! Sorry for dis-di-disobeying y-your o-or-orders! S-s-sorry for ... for ... OWWW! Sorry fo-for E-EVERYTHING!" I wailed out. "Sorry! S-so-sorry, Uncl' Thor'n!"

"Good lad," Thorin murmured, then stopped and pulled me up to face him. He let my sore bottom hang between his thighs as he drew me into a warm hug. "Shhh," he murmured gently, turning my sobs into whimpers. "Good lad. You were very good. It's okay now. All over."

"No," I mumbled. "Bad. I was b-bad and v-very ... I ... I disappointed you." I gulped, unable to talk as Thorin pulled me into a tighter hug.

"Shh," he whispered. "Nay, of course not. You're a very good pup. You may do some disappointing things, but you are not bad. You are very good," Thorin said softly. "Are you listening to me?"

"Mmmm hmmm," I said sleepily.

"Fili, you understand why you were disciplined?" Thorin asked as he gently stroked my golden locks.

"Mmm. Had to," I breathed.

"And why did I have to, my wild pup?" Thorin prompted as he gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.

"'Cause when we grow up, we have to grow up strong and ... and ..." I yawned and fell silent, unable to talk anymore.

Thorin chuckled quietly and stroked my hair. "Go and take a nap beside your brother," he said softly. He carried me up to my room, despite my weak struggles and protests at being carried like a small dwarfling.

But it felt good. It felt good to be loved like this. "'Night, Uncl' Thor'n," I murmured drowsily.

"Good night, my wild pup."

End of Chapter Three

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