I hope you guys enjoy this last chapter there is spanking in this chapter beware….Please feel free to leave a review and hopefully one day soon I'll write another story. I have a feeling The Salvatore brothers might want to join my world. Thank you to everyone who read this story and reviewed, makes me feel happy when there are reviews.

Chapter 6: We're in this moment

Thee end of breakfast ended too soon for me and Vee hugged me at the front door as she turned to leave. "I'll be back Mike and then we will go do something fun. I'm not sure what's fun to kids your age anymore though?" She giggled. Linc was still in the kitchen throwing out the paper plates and putting the pan in the sink. "I'm in trouble," I whispered in her ear. "You are Mike, and after you talk with Linc I think you'll feel better." I rolled my eyes, "My ass won't." I whined annoyed by Veronica's lack of empathy. She rubbed my left shoulder then yelled out to Linc, "Bye Linc, I'll see you in about an hour." She gave me one last smile, squeezing my shoulder gently and left.

I stood in front of the closed door, scared to let Linc know I existed because I knew what was coming. I breathed slowly and quietly, but of course, minutes later Linc came into the living room. He looked at me, "Let's talk Michael and see if we can figure all of this out." He sighed heavily. I felt like the last couple of days we talked out everything already and I didn't have anything new to say. Yet, I knew this was part of the ritual that led into the punishment Linc was about to give out. So, instead of saying anything I slowly made my way to the couch.

Linc patted the cushion next to him and I internally cringed. The soft velvet couch did help cushion my already aching butt, and as I sat down a gasp escaped. It wasn't a reminder enough though of what would happen if I had an attitude with Linc because before I could stop myself, word vomit rolled off my tongue, "Linc, haven't we talked enough?" I whined. A big part of me was tired of explaining over and over that I was sorry. That what I had done was wrong but somehow, I didn't think that by not talking, Lincs' only job was to punish me.

I felt myself being yanked up and my brain caught up to what was happening. Linc grabbed my arm dragging me to my room, "No, I want to talk now Linc. Please…" I felt myself sniffle and try to turn away from Linc, but he had an iron-clad grip on my arm. He dragged me into my room, slamming my bedroom door closed. "Oh, now you want to talk?" Linc yelled as he unbuckled his black leather belt freeing it from the loops. I knew that the last few days had been a constant misstep and I even knew why I was in trouble. Yet, somehow accepting punishments always easier said than done.

Linc sighed heavily and wrapped the buckle of the belt inside his fist so there was no chance it'd accidentally strike me. "Go, into that kitchen and get a chair." He pointed out the slammed door and I shook my head no. I wasn't going to seal my fate by getting that chair, and before I could move Linc was next to me flipping me over his thigh, wielding the sting of the belt over the seat of my blue sweats. The stripe was quick and burned as if I wasn't wearing pants. I didn't scream out or give Linc any satisfaction of making a noise. I was never stoic for a belting, but I was stubborn and didn't want Linc to know how bad it hurt.

"Michael, go get the chair!" Lincs voice was low and stern. I knew I was playing with fire, but I just didn't want Linc to think I was weak. Veronica said I was too old for a spanking and in my mind maybe she was right? Maybe Linc should just ground me and make me do extra chores? Linc grabbed my arm again and shook it, "Last chance, go get the chair or I'll add extra." His hot breath next to my ear rattled me, but I held my ground and shook my head no again. Suddenly, I was being dragged back into the living room and thrown over the armrest of the couch.

My stomach lurched threatening to empty its contents on the sofa and my sweatpants were being swept down. I felt disorientated for a moment but then the searing stripe of leather being laid down against my naked exposed backside brought me back taking my breath away. Linc kept swinging as stripes of leather were laid on top of each other and the pain was building. I wouldn't cry though, even though silent tears flowed freely down my face involuntarily.

After the 15th stroke of leather, I thought Linc would stop but to my surprise, he kept swinging. I could feel welts rising and my skin was probably raw. I knew Linc was trying to break me and I knew I would cry soon as the ache I felt settled deep in my bones. It felt as if I was on an open flame and the burn was so intense. Linc used all his power and struck my sit spots and top of my thighs. I screamed and started sobbing so loudly I wondered if someone would call the police.

I let my shoulders melt into the couch cushions and my knees collapse as I fell face-first into the couch. Any signs of rebellion whipped away by the bitter sting and I began sobbing, "I'm sorry Lincoln, pleeease stohhp. I'll behave in school annnd I'll never ever go near Crabs place again." My words came out strangled and I wasn't sure if Linc could understand me. Linc laid down five quick swings to my sit spots again and I was sure my skin peeled away with the belt. I squeezed my eyes tight picturing the belt bloody and my flesh hanging from it.

I sobbed choking on my own spit and my stomach protested as bile rose up and I quickly swallowed the acidic liquid. I heard Lincs belt buckle jingle and the leather being looped into his jeans. I cried over the couch for a couple more minutes trying to control my tears as my body shook from how hard I was crying. Lincs hand rubbed my back and I at least felt like I wasn't alone. Yet, apart of me was angry with him, spanking me like I was a child when at 15 I was considered a man in some parts of the country.

After a few minutes, my heavy sobs turned into tears and sniffles and I pulled my sweats back up. A hiss escaped as the soft fabric rubbed against my tender skin. I turned to face Linc but couldn't find the words, "Michael?" Linc tilted my chin so I was looking at him and even though I resented the child-like comfort, I catapulted my body into Lincs open arms. My head rested on his shoulder and I felt tears start again as he hugged me and started rubbing my back again. "You know Mikey, I hate doing that and I won't feed you some bullshit line. Like that hurt me more than you. Cuz, that's not fucking true, but I will say it hurts me knowing I made you cry."

I shook my head into his shoulder, "The school thing, well kid damn, I got in trouble a lot at school. Fighting mostly, and I coulda just grounded you for that. The thing I couldn't let go though Michael, was you going to see Crab and I'm dead serious. If I catch you there again, I'll whip you till there's no skin left." Lincs voice had a hard edge to it and I got goosebumps. I looked up at Linc through my wet lashes, "Vee says I'm too old (hiccup) to be getting a spanking Linc." I mumbled out. I thought Linc would be mad that I eavesdropped on his conversation, but he looked down at me, "She did?" He asked surprised, kissing my forehead.

"Shee, did Linc and I'm 15 now, maybbbe, she's right." I groveled out. Linc laughed and stopped rubbing my back, pulling me away from him so he could look at me. "Well baby brother, I think that as long as you live here, under my roof, and I take care of you, that you're not too old. We talked about this already, and I hate repeating myself, Mikey." I huffed and crossed my arms. Linc squared his shoulders, "When is the last time I spanked you, Michael?" Lincs voice was patient and at first, I thought he was mocking me. I decided though, that after I accidentally leaned my butt on the couch feeling the soreness I should just answer. "A few months ago,…"

"That's right, and how often did you get spanked before that?" He prodded. I thought back, "About once a week." I shrugged my shoulders. "Be honest Michael, did you suddenly stop talking back, giving me attitude, not being late to class?" Linc sounded amused. I thought back and it was true, I had still been doing those things, but Lincoln hadn't spanked me for those things. Instead, he had been grounding me and giving me extra chores, which I loathed.

"I see those wheels turning in that brain of yours Michael. You see, I have stopped spanking you for the small shit because you are getting older. This though Michael Scofield, grounding you or chores wouldn't help you remember to stay away from Crab the way a spanking would. You're lucky I explained that because really, I don't owe you an explanation. If your ass needs to get whipped, then it'll happen, and I don't care how old you are. I'll beat your ass and don't ever forget that!" Linc sighed running his hand down his face.

I felt myself start to cry again and Linc was right, as soon as I left for college, I wouldn't be under his roof anymore. I could do whatever I needed and wanted to do. Until then though, I should really try to stay out of trouble. "Wash your face Michael, go get ready because Vee will be back anytime." Lincoln hugged me one last time and I walked to the bathroom. My ass felt stiff and it was hard to walk. Hopefully, Vee wanted to stand up and walk around Chicago or else I might cry again if anything came into contact with my butt.

As I washed my tears away splashing water on my flushed cheeks, I decided to look at the damage the belt had done. I had flashbacks of the gory images I had imagined during my spanking but as I pulled down my sweats, I saw a couple of welts and some blue/purplish bruising. It was one of the worst spankings I had ever gotten, but apart of me knew I deserved it. There was a light tapping at the door, "How's the damage?" Linc asked in a husky voice.

I pulled my sweats up, "The usual damage." I mumbled out embarrassed. "Well, there's salve in there under the sink." Linc cleared his throat and I heard his footsteps descend. When we were younger our Mom always felt guilty spanking us and she'd put salve cream on after. She said it helped with bruising, but I think her guilt made her want to comfort us. Her brown hair and cuddling me, God, how much I missed her.

After applying the cool cream, I got dressed in loose-fitting jeans and tugged on my brown warm sweater. Linc knocked on my door and opened it as I stood up tugging on my shoes. There was no way I was sitting down, "You got all your stuff?" I nodded my head. "You know where we're going?" I asked trying to decide if I'd need my gloves. "Haha yeah, Vee was going on and on about it. You should make sure to grab your beanie, gloves, and jacket." Lincoln smiled and walked towards me. I wanted to hug him, apart of me still felt bad for everything that had happened. I resisted the urge though and turned to grab the items I needed.

"Hey Mike, you know I really do love you, even when you fuck up." I smiled. Linc opened his arms and I hugged him, feeling safe. "If you love me….tell me where we're going?" I laughed. Linc smiled looking down at me, "Well, I think you'll fit in perfectly and maybe I could even leave you there with the gorillas." I was about to reply when Vee walked in, "So, he beats the shit out of you to keep you off the streets and you reward him with a hug?" Veronica asked quizzically. Linc laughed and I glared at Vee. "He didn't beat the shit out of me, but I did hear where we're going." I looked at Vee smiling, and she smiled back…. "Well, its where all the cool teenagers hang out…"