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Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to 'C.D. Wofford ' who gave me this idea. Thanks! As usual, there is spanking in this story, so please read at your own risk. Hope you enjoy, and please review and give me advice, feedback, ideas, and what you thought!
Chapter Eight
P.S. This chapter is about the first time Thorin really disciplined his nephews, because they did something so bad that all his hesitation fled. Please check chapter six if you don't recognize that I mentioned it in chapter six. Fili and Kili are eleven and six in this chapter. I know that Thorin spanked Fili and Kili at the age of four and nine, but he was still hesitant then.
It was a hot, sunny day. It seemed like the perfect day to go into the woods, stroll around with Uncle Thorin, or practice fighting skills with Dwalin. Not the day to be inside, stuck in the house with Balin teaching them.
Kili was angry. He should be outside by now. Fili had already left, telling him to hurry up. Of course, lessons with Balin came to Fili easier than Kili. And Kili was extremely jealous of his brother for that reason.
"Concentrate, laddie," Balin chided as he glanced at the young dwarf. "The faster you finish it, the more time to play."
Kili remained sulky. Balin tapped the scroll he was supposed to be writing on, and sat down at his desk. Kili sighed and began to write once more. He should have been outside by now, but he had 'forgot' to do his homework, and now Balin was making him stay inside.
At last, after hours and hours, it seemed, he finished and handed the scroll to Balin, exhausted. Balin read over it, then gave a nod but said, "I expect better in the future, little one. Understood?"
"Yes, Mister Balin," Kili muttered, packing up. "I'm sorry."
Balin gave him a pat on the head and a warm smile before sending him off with a light swat. "Off with you," he said. "I'm sure your brother is waiting for you."
Kili hurried out, headed home and threw his bag into the house before running out to find Fili.
"Kili!"
Kili spun around, then grinned. He ran toward Fili and Fili gave him a clap on the back. "Finally escaped?" he asked teasingly.
"Uh huh." Kili nodded and made a face. "Mister Balin made me finish all of it."
Fili tutted. "My poor little brother," he teased.
Kili huffed and gave Fili a push. "So? Are we doing it?"
"Of course!" Fili scoffed. "Everything's ready." He grinned and led Kili into the woods. They scrambled nimbly and Kili jumped over a tree root. "Here. See?" Fili pushed aside some branches of a tree and a strange-looking ... something was revealed.
It had crooked poles, which was obviously where they would put their hands, and two winged-shaped shapes were on top of it. It was almost like a glider. "See?" Fili breathed. "Now we'll be able to fly!"
Kili gasped in excitement. "I'm going first," Fili told him firmly. Kili pouted, but didn't say anything else. Fili strapped himself in, then hesitated. He was still quite small, so Kili could still fit in with him ... "Get in," Fili ordered. Kili grinned, then hopped on, strapping himself in beside Fili. "Ready?" Fili breathed.
"Ready," Kili agreed. His eyes sparkled. "This is gonna be sooooooo fuuuuuunnnnnnnn!"
His last words ended with a cry as Fili kicked off from the branch they were on. The breeze ruffled their hair and Fili gasped. It felt good. Beside him, Kili had a similar look of ecstasy as they glided.
For a few moments, it seemed nothing could go wrong. And then mayhem occurred. The breeze suddenly blew a gust of wind downward, and their flyer went tumbling down into the trees. Fili cried out and yelped, "Close your eyes!" He shut his eyes tightly, feeling the branches whip at his face and body. He heard Kili crying out before they landed hard, in a lake.
"Ack!" Kili spluttered, hands flailing and thrashing. "Fili! Fili, can't swim!"
Fili grabbed a hold of his brother, and paddled them toward the shore. Gasping, he collapsed on dry land and then looked down at his reflection. He had thin but deep scratches on his face and arms, and so Kili. Kili had a rather long scratch from under his eyes to his jaw.
Kili whimpered, and raised a muddy hand to rub. "No!" Fili grabbed his brother's hand. "Don't scratch. You'll infect it." They watched their flyer sink under the water.
Then Kili whimpered, "Uncle Thorin is going to kill us."
Thorin was shocked when his two nephews stumbled into his house, leaning on each other and covered with scratches. "What-?" Thorin was wordless, then straightened up and pointed his nephews to the kitchen chairs. Fili and Kili collapsed on them, panting, no objections raised.
Thorin quickly soaked cloths into warm water and handed the cloths to the brothers. "Wait here, and gently clean those scratches out. I'll call Oin over." And he left, leaving the two brothers alone. As he called Oin (the healer replying yes), he wondered just what had happened.
Oin entered quickly, carrying his bag and Thorin pointed him toward the boys. He stood watch, leaning against the wall silently. At one point, Thorin caught Fili's eye and immediately noticed the guilty look on his face. Yes, something had most definitely happened.
Oin stood up, having bandaged their wounds and cleaned them out, and said in a low voice, "Only a fall into a deep forest would be able to conjure those scratches."
Thorin raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Kili and Fili. They both dropped their gazes. Thorin gestured for Oin to follow him, and as he walked slowly with the healer, he said, "Will a bottom-warming make their scratches worse?"
"Nay," Oin replied, amusement glittering in his eyes. "Though you must be careful. If Fili or Kili hits one of their scratches hard, it might open again. The injuries are small, but deep. You must be cautious."
Thorin gave a nod. Oin smiled. "You intend to do what your grandfather and father did to you after you did a dangerous thing, aye?"
"Aye," Thorin answered. "A spanking was the one thing that kept me in line for quite a while. I imagine it'll be the same for my nephews." He opened the door for Oin, and said, "Thank you."
Oin gave him a nod and strode out. Thorin shut the door, then sighed. Right, time to get started.
The look that Thorin gave them the moment he walked into the room after leading Oin out was deadly. Fili flinched involuntarily, feeling Kili shrink back as well. "Fili. Just. What. Happened?" The voice was in such a low, furious tone that no one answered, too frightened. "Fili!"
Fili jerked his head up and bit his lip. "Yes, Uncle Thorin?"
Thorin regarded him sternly, and said, "When ask you a question, I expect an answer, and a polite and respectful one. A little more respect, a little obedience would have put me in a better mood."
Fili felt his eyes widen. "Sorry," he ventured in a small voice. Thorin gave him a nod, but he still clearly expecting an answer so Fili began to explain from the moment he and his brother had started to make the flyer in dreams of flying.
For minutes, their uncle was silent and Fili dropped his head once more, in the same position his brother was in. "I. Am. Appalled." Fili bowed his head lower, if possible. "Do you know how dangerous that could have been?" Thorin growled. No answer came. "Well? Answer me!"
"Yes, sir," Fili and Kili both whispered, trembling. Never had their uncle been so furious. Not even the time they had dropped an egg on him had he looked so angry.
"You could have fallen. You could have gone farther than you went today, and soared for days and days. You could have been tangled in a tree and hung there for weeks until I found you. The smell your blood would have attracted wild animals and they would have hunted you down. You could have starved or died of thirst. You could have-" Thorin suddenly broke off, seeming to feel an immense amount of pain.
Fili felt even more guilty when Thorin choked on his words. He had caused this pain his uncle was feeling, this feeling of hurt and anger overwhelming Thorin. "I'm sorry," Fili whispered. "We just wanted to have fun."
We just wanted to have fun.
Those words jerked him out of the painful image of his two nephews, dead on the ground. He had once spoken the same words to his grandfather and father, who had both scolded him. His impertinence had earned him a spanking on his poor bottom. Thorin winced at the particular memory; he had been twelve then, but he still remembered.
"That's no excuse," Thorin said at last. "There are other things that you could have done besides flying headfirst into the trees."
"We didn't mean to," Kili whispered. "Really, Uncle. We just thought-"
"No, you didn't think," Thorin said scathingly. "You charged headfirst without even thinking. What if you were hurt more than you are now? What if I lost you?"
His two nephews stared at the ground. Thorin growled and turned away to calm the anger inside of him when Kili huffed and growled at him! Thorin whipped around, anger sinking away and replaced by dismay. Kili was glaring at him defiantly. "We aren't babies anymore! We can do what we want, and you can't stop us!"
Thorin stared at him, as did Fili, who looked at his younger brother wide-eyed. "Oh, I can't stop you, is that it?" Thorin growled. "I'll show you what I can and can't do!" And he swooped down and swept Kili up into his arms. Kili snarled and thrashed, and Thorin had to hold him steadily just in case the young dwarfling fell.
Thorin sat down on an armless chair, and then set Kili face-down on his lap. He ripped down his breeches, then rested a hand on Kili's back and his bare bottom. He inhaled sharply, calming himself. Yes, he was still angry, but not at Kili nor Fili. He was angry at what they did, not the dwarflings themselves.
On his lap, Kili was writhing and giving slight whimpers. Thorin usually didn't give his nephews spankings, so it was obviously a shock to both of them. He had only spanked them once until now, and that had been when they were four and nine, two years ago.
Deciding not to wait any further, Thorin raised his hand and brought it down sharply, flicking his wrist as he did so. Kili immediately squealed and thrashed harder. "Stop that," Thorin scolded. "You'll hurt yourself." Kili ignored him. With a sigh, Thorin shifted Kili around and trapped his kicking legs gently under his own. Then he pulled back Kili's flailing arms by the wrist and pinned them to the small of his back.
"You are getting a spanking, little one, and there's nothing you can do about it," Thorin said as he brought down his hand once more.
"Why?" Kili cried out.
"Why?" Thorin growled. "Why are you getting a spanking?" Without waiting for an answer, he swatted down hard and continued. "Because you could have flown on for days and I wouldn't have been able to find you!" Another hard swat.
Kili jerked and groaned. Thorin swatted down again as he spoke. "Because you did something so foolish that you absolutely deserve this!" Kili groaned again at the next hard swat, and Thorin quickly went through his list faster, a hard swat accompanying each sentence.
"Because a branch could have whipped you in the eye and you could have been blinded! Because you might have flown higher than you did and the wind might have dropped and you would have fallen to your death. Because a group of orcs could have seen you and shot you out of the air. Because you might have been battered under a waterfall. Because you might have drowned. And-" Thorin's voice softened this time- "and because you are worth it, my little cub."
Now he began spanking in earnest, seeing the hot flush on Kili's bottom. It obviously burned and stung, for Kili whimpered and wriggled and tried to kick. Thorin paused and said softly, "Would you like to have the freedom to kick, little cub? Would you like me to release your arms and legs?"
"Yes! Yes, please, Uncle!" Kili choked in a strained voice.
Thorin smiled. "Very well, little one," he said, shifting Kili's legs up and releasing his arms. "However, should you thrash about too much, I shall trap you again as I did before. Understood?"
Kili groaned and jerked and strained his legs as Thorin swatted down hard. "Answer me."
"Yesssiirrr," Kili groaned. "Unnerstood, siiirrrrr."
"Good," Thorin murmured. Then he lightened his swats, for they had much to go through before Kili's spanking was over. After a few more moments of light swats, Thorin said, "Are we ready to talk now, little cub?"
"Yes," Kili gasped, whimpering and trembling.
"Mmmmm." Thorin hummed as he paused the spanking and gently rubbed Kili's hot bottom. "Before we begin talking about your naughtiness, do you have anything to say to me about your tone before your spanking started?"
Kili whimpered and shuddered. "S-sorry," he moaned. "S-s-sorryyyy, Unca. Soooooo soooorryyyyyyyy!"
Thorin smiled. He gave Kili an affectionate pat on his bottom. He paused, then said, "Forgiven, little one." He hesitated, seeing the rosy backside on his lap. Kili was shuddering, obviously reaching his limit. Thorin frowned, then said, "Do we need to discuss more, or are we finished?"
"Finished," Kili choked out, bursting into sobs as Thorin gave him a few light swats for good measure. "Ahhhhhh! Uncaaa! Finishhhhed! W-we're f-f-fin'shed!"
"Aye, little one," Thorin said, unable to stand this any longer. He swooped the dark-haired dwarfling into his arms and rocked him gently. "Hush. Shhhh. It's all right. All over."
Thorin drew the sleeping Kili onto his lap, humming softly and rocking both dwarflings. Fili, sore-bottomed ad exhausted, had fallen asleep the moment comforted him after his spanking. Thorin grinned as Kili shifted, then let out a soft sigh before falling asleep again.
Thorin's hand stung fiercely from the spanking he had given the two. It had been the first time he had really spanked them. It had only been a scolding, a mouth-soaping, or a few swats to teach them their lessons. It was understandable that they were exhausted.
Thorin slowly walked up the stairs of their small house and set them down on their stomach in his bed. They could all fit, and truthfully Thorin didn't want to let them go. He slid between the two of them and rubbed the two dwarflings' sore bottoms.
True, he wished that he wouldn't have to give them a spanking the next time they stirred up mischief, but he would rather prefer that they had a sore bottom than a broken neck. He knew he couldn't live without either of them. With a contented sigh, Thorin closed his eyes and drew the furs up.
End of Chapter Eight
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Author's Note: So? How was it? Please, I welcome advice, feedback, and ideas. But please, no flames! I just wanted to try something. Alright, this is for the next chapter, and I thought this would be fun. You can send your answers to me by pressing the review button, because for some reason my PM stopped working properly. I'll try to fix it ASAP. But for now, pick one and send it to me. Remember, this is for the next chapter:
A) Kili gets jealous because he thinks Thorin likes Fili better and Thorin has to teach him a lesson to show that he loves both of them equally. Spanking involved.
B) A non-spanking chapter (send the main idea/theme for this chapter to me. No spanking)
C) An attack by orcs and Thorin and a few others has to fight them. Fili and Kili are left behind but they follow and get into a bit of trouble. Spanking involved.
D) Other ideas (send your ideas to me)
Well, that's all the choices. If you're going to do D), then make sure you send an idea(s) to me. Remember, my PM doesn't work right now! Sorry. Whichever letter gets the most votes, I'll write it for the next chapter. PLEASE, NO SLASH!