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Chapter Fourteen
In this chapter, Fili is 29 and Kili is 24
"Your turn."
The words made Kili freeze. He bit his lip when Thorin crooked his finger at him, obviously wanting him to obey and lay himself down on his lap.
Kili was about to do so when a flash of defiance suddenly burst in him. No, he thought bitterly. I've had enough of this. I've had enough of being treated like a little dwarfling. I can be treated like an adult.
"Kili. Come," Thorin said.
Kili scowled at him. "No," he growled.
Thorin raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Kili scowled again. "You heard me," he said bitterly. "I can be an adult. I don't want to get a spanking."
"An adult?" Thorin raised his other eyebrow, looking even more astonished.
"Yes."
Thorin snorted. "You certainly haven't been behaving like one," he said sternly. He clicked his fingers. "Now come here."
No, thank you, Kili thought bitterly. He opened his mouth to voice his arguments once more when a soft sound of distress made him pause.
Fili was gazing at him drowsily. "Listen ... to ... Uncle," he mumbled. "Not ... adult."
Kili dropped his gaze.
"Kili."
He looked up. Thorin outstretched a hand. "Come," he said softly. "At once, sir."
Kili allowed himself to be gently nudged over his uncle's lap, falling with a soft huff. He did not catch the affectionate smile Thorin gave him, nor the relieved look of Fili.
Thorin gently tugged down Kili's breeches. He had been astonished when Kili had voiced his objections, and had struggled not to burst out laughing. Kili? An adult? At the age of 21? He had inwardly laughed.
Now, he looked down at the trembling young lad over his knees, face buried in his arms, hair covering his flushed face. Thorin gently and lovingly pushed the loose strands of hair back from his nephew's face and caressed his cheek.
Kili pulled away and Thorin sighed before sitting back. "The kind of behaviour you showed yesterday was unacceptable." Thorin landed the first smack and Kili gasped, jerking. "It was not the proper way of how a prince should behave. I've raised you better; I've taught you better. Is that all for nothing?"
Thorin knew that they were harsh words, and usually the kind of lecture that sent his nephews sobbing out their guilt and pain. But not this time. Kili grunted as Thorin landed swat after swat.
Growing suspicious of this after a while, Thorin bent down and said, "You are not biting that lip of yours, are you, my dear little cub? Turn your face toward me, Kili."
Kili hesitated, daring his uncle's temper, until Thorin cracked down again. He choked before slowly turning to Thorin. Indeed Kili's lip was bitten, and Thorin let out a half growl and a sigh. Raising his knee he swatted down hard on the tender undercurve.
"AAHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO!"
It was the first cry Kili had let go, and Thorin was pleased to hear it. Of course, he felt no pleasure while disciplining his nephews, but at least a little bit of his nephew still remained with them. "Do not dare bite that lip again, Kili," he said sternly. "Otherwise I shall be quite displeased."
"You already arrree!" Kili wailed, jerking again. "Ow!"
"Nay, I am not," Thorin said, pausing and rubbing the warm backside. "Not yet."
Kili sniffed. "Ow!" he cried out after a while. "OWW! Uncle!"
"You never get drunk, Kili," Thorin scolded. "It is dirty, unacceptable behaviour for someone like you at such a young age."
"OWWWW! But you do it toooooo!" Kili wailed, writhing.
"I am many years older than you," Thorin said sternly. "I know how much alcohol I can take. You don't. And stop that wriggling else I shall pin your legs under mine."
"Noooo!" Kili gasped and swiped an arm across his face. "UNCLE! E-Everyone else was doing it a-at the tavern! OWW!"
"If everyone else threw themselves off a cliff, would you do that as well?" Thorin inquired. He grimaced when Kili slammed a fist into Thorin's knee in his defiance. Thorin stopped and gripped his nephew's chin tightly, turning his face to meet his eyes. "Do not dare do that again," Thorin warned softly. "Do not dare."
Kili dropped his eyes, tears beginning to gather in his chocolate brown eyes. With a sigh, Thorin stopped the spanks and drew his nephew closer. He soothingly raked his fingers through Kili's hair, knowing how much both of his nephews liked the feeling.
"Shhh," Thorin hushed when Kili began to weep. "Shhhhh. Almost done. No need to fret."
"I am sorry, Uncle," Kili choked out between sniffs and tears. "I ... I didn't m-mean to."
Thorin 'tsked'. "You did mean to, little cub," he murmured. He resumed spanking and Kili let out a wail. "You knew you did. You were pushing the boundaries. You were testing me. Well, here are your results."
He swatted down hard and Kili howled. "Do you feel satisfied with the attention I am giving you, Kili?"
"A-AYYYEEEE! SORRRYYYYYY! W-Was s-stupid and-and-"
"Shhh," Thorin hushed. "None of that now." Thorin swept the loose hair away from Kili's face. "Now. Do you have anything to say to me?"
"I'm not sorry!" Kili suddenly spat.
Thorin was taken aback. Then he pressed his lips tightly together before raising his knee and swatting hard.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Just a moment ago, you were quite sorry," Thorin said in a wondering voice. "And now you are not?" Thorin 'tsked'. "Such naughty behaviour, little cub, lying to me like that."
Kili wailed miserably, legs kicking and straining.
Thorin knew what had happened. He knew his nephew. Kili had felt that this spanking had been unfair, perhaps even undeserved. He thought that he didn't deserve such a harsh reaction. And so, in his cheek and anger, he had spat out something that he hadn't meant. He had spat out something that he now probably regretted.
(Fili's POV)
It's always hard watching my little brother cry. It's never a good feeling. I shifted a bit. I was still on my stomach - I wouldn't be sleeping on my back for at least two days. Neither would Kili.
At the moment, Kili was wailing miserably, kicking and wriggling around so much that Thorin bent down and murmured something I couldn't catch.
Perhaps it was a warning to stop writhing so much, for Kili hiccupped and didn't wriggle as much.
When Thorin paused, I winced in sympathy. My brother's backside was a bright red, but not yet scarlet. I knew Thorin would have it even redder before he finished.
"Are you sorry now, little cub?"
Little cub.
Thorin had given us endearments that I myself was fond of, especially during a spanking. I was Thorin's 'wild little pup'. Kili was the cub.
"Kili," Thorin said sternly, cracking down once. "Answer me."
I heard my brother choke a sob and mumble something.
I shifted again. This position was most uncomfortable - backside burning, on my stomach. It could have been worse, I told myself. You could have been in the corner on a stool, facing the wall with Thorin glaring at you.
I shuddered.
It could have indeed been worse.
"SORRRYYYYYY! I'M SORRRYYYYY!" Kili wailed.
Thorin sighed. "I'm sure you are," he said softly, rubbing his back gently. "Anyone with a backside as red as yours is right now would be very sorry indeed."
"So s-stop," Kili sniffled. He rubbed his face with his arms. "N-No more. Please."
He was dismayed when Thorin said, "A bit more. But don't fret. We're almost done."
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"You see, nephew, I have one more thing to discuss with you."
"AHHHHHHH! OWW!" Kili could never understand how Thorin thought it was possible to have a nice, long conversation as Kili's backside got thrashed soundly. "Ow!"
"Why did you do this naughty, naughty deed?"
"I-I d-don't kn-kn-knoooooooooowwww!" Kili wailed, kicking. "I don't, Uncle! I don't know!"
"Then let me help you," Thorin murmured.
"Y-yes!" Kili cried out, now sobbing. "H-Help! P-Plea-"
"You wanted my attention," Thorin said as he continued to swat, though they got slower and lighter. Nevertheless, on his already sore bottom, it burned and stung. "You wanted me to notice you. I've been busy lately, and I haven't been into the house until well past midnight. And you're always sleep by then."
"So the only time we see each other is in the morning, and only on some mornings," Thorin continued. "I'm sure it felt painful for you. To see that I ignored you, to see that I didn't give you attention."
Kili sobbed. "Y-Yes, Uncle!" he whimpered. "W-wanted your a-atten-ten-tion."
Thorin hummed. Kili kicked once more. "No more!" he wailed. "Please! NO MORRE!"
"No, no more," Thorin agreed, stopping. "'Tis done and over with." Then Thorin smiled. "But you're still not allowed to get drunk."
"I don't think I want to," Kili mumbled, dozing off.
The last thing he heard was Thorin chuckling.
End of Chapter Fourteen
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