Hey, thanks for all the reviews just a little note to say this chapter contains spanking so if you don't want to read that then just stop reading where it says the spanking scene starts. I was asked in a review a while ago why Peter bruised when Flash punched him but still Tony used a gauntlet to spank him. Admittedly that hadn't crossed my mind at the time because I decided on the gauntlet idea in the first story of the series then the black eye became a plot point in this fic, but a spanking isn't designed to leave bruises so one smack is a minor pain which super healing would fix immediately. Therefore by using the gauntlet it is slightly more painful and then due to the number of smacks the pain last longer. Being punched in the face however is a more painful injury so would take slightly longer to heal as it was intended to bruise and do damage. It's not foolproof but that's what I'm going with. Hope you enjoy, thanks again for reading.

-EmptyFridges

Peter woke up sharply when his door was practically slammed open and his dad walked in. Thankfully the man didn't turn the lights on he was sure that would be too much for his senses straight after waking up.

"I want you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes, get up and have a shower" his dad said in a flat voice careful not to let his emotions out. Peter sighed, this was it. He had ruined it, his dad now hated him and undoubtedly his mom as well. How could he do this? He dragged himself into a sitting position and immediately gulped down the water on his bedside table…where did that come from? To be fair other than his mouth being dryer than the Sahara and feeling tired he felt totally fine, thank god. Huh…maybe Spider DNA meant he couldn't get hangovers…that could be useful.

"I don't hear the shower, seven minutes Peter." Came his dad's angry voice from the hallway.

Sighing Peter went into his ensuite for a quick shower, he smelt of stale alcohol and vomit, it was horrendous on his enhanced senses and he didn't know how he hadn't noticed it when he went to bed…well he knew full well why hadn't actually. After a quick shower he pulled on a pair of jeans and a random science t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway of the lounge, he was afraid of what would await him, would he be kicked out straight away? Just as he was about to turn back to his bedroom he felt a hand grip his shoulder and steer him to his usual seat in the kitchen where a bowl of cereal sat waiting for him. "I want you to have three bowls" Peter looked up to protest but just a glance at his dads' stony expression and he decided it wasn't worth it. He nodded sadly focussing on his cereal which tasted like chalk.

Tony watched as Peter ate his cereal without moving his eyes from the bowl, was he afraid? Upset? Embarrassed? The boy didn't look too bad and to be honest he was glad he didn't know if he had it in him to punish the boy if he was hungover and he didn't want to let it hang over them for another day. Letting Peter stew in the corner for twenty minutes was one thing but an entire day was excessive and he knew if he didn't address it immediately his son would dwell on it and work himself up.

When Peter finally finished his third bowl he washed his bowl silently before chancing a look at his dad. As soon as they made eye contact his dad sighed "go to my office, nose in the corner, I'll be there soon." The man sounded tired, was he sick of Peter? He wouldn't blame him, Peter didn't deserve Tony or Pepper, he was a horrible son. He nodded once and made his way to the corner he was embarrassingly well acquainted with considering he was nearly sixteen.

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Peter heard his parents enter the room about ten minutes later and begin moving the furniture around. "Take a seat Peter." At his dad's words he turned around to see three seats in the middle of the room the two holding his parents facing the empty one which was obviously waiting for him.

Peter nodded and turned around carefully dropping into the seat opposite his parents. He kind of wished they had sat behind the huge desk, he felt uncomfortably close to his parents, like he was being examined, he was almost knee to knee with them. He placed his hands on his knees and looked down at them nervously biting his lip, when a hand came out and lightly grasped his chin he jumped in shock.

"I want you to look at us Peter, we deserve that much." Pepper said as she removed his lip from between his teeth carefully.

Peter nodded and maintained eye contact with his parents as he swallowed nervously. He was unsurprised when his dad started talking.

"Peter, what happened last night was unacceptable on so many levels, and they will all be addressed. But first of all we want to know why? Your behaviour has been deteriorating for weeks, we let it slide and let it slide. In the last week it seemed to be getting better but it's clear that was just in preparation for the stunt you pulled last night."

Peter shrugged unwilling to speak up. He was surprised when Pepper continued where Tony had left off. "Peter, tell us. Is something going on at school? Is that boy bullying you again? Is it us? Have we done something to hurt you? You need to tell us Peter. We will sit here for as long as we have to."

At that she fell silent and simply looked at her son as Tony did the same beside her. They had decided they would be able to wait the boy out, silences made Peter uncomfortable he would eventually speak. After six minutes passed she was less sure.

However at ten minutes of silence Peter began to shift nervously and she had to work to keep a smirk from appearing on her face. At twelve minutes he finally spoke, his voice hardly above a whisper.

"I don't know. I just wanted to be normal, I wanted to be like everyone else, go out to a party and have a good time with my friends. I can leave, I'll go pack." At those words he made to stand but two hands came down on his knees quickly stopping him from moving.

"What do you mean pack? Peter you can't just go to Ned's and hope we will forget about this and your punishment." Tony said incredulously, he was surprised when his son looked up at him confusion clear on his face.

"I'm a burden. I'm an awful son, you don't want me." Peter replied simply as if stating a fact and it made Tony flinch internally. Why did his son think that? He thought the boy understood when they adopted him that it was permanent, but maybe he hadn't.

"Peter. Do not tell us what we do and don't want. You are our son Peter, we love you and nothing you do can change that. You are not a burden and yes you made poor decisions which we will be discussing but you cannot get rid of us that easily." Pepper said softly looking into his eyes to make sure he understood. It suddenly hit her as she spoke what the problem was and if the squeeze Tony just gave her fingers was any indication he did as well. Peter was testing the boundaries, it was mentioned in those parenting books Tony had bought almost a year ago, it was largely about toddlers but also in the few books they picked up about adopted children. He probably didn't even realise he was doing it. When Tony spoke next she knew without a doubt they were on the same wavelength.

"Okay, Peter. You are grounded for two weeks and I don't mean like before we all saw how that worked out." He saw Peter open his mouth angrily surely to protest, it was his Spring Break right now after all. He held up a finger to stop him "interrupt me and I will spank you young man as well as the spanking already coming your way." At the sullen nod he received from the kid he continued "for the next two weeks you are to be with one of us 24/7. You'll be by our sides all the time, no Spiderman, no phone, no computer, no Ned. If I'm in a board of directors meeting guess who will be sitting in the corner? If I need a leak guess who will be waiting outside? If I have a conference call for six hours you will be spending that six hours in the room. And don't even thing that will get you time to tinker in the lab's because if I'm doing anything remotely fun or cool you'll be with Pepper or vice versa. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Peter replied sullenly mortified his dad felt he couldn't trust him to be by himself. "I am sorry for letting you down, for making you lose trust in me." He told them truthfully as the enormity of his actions sunk in.

"Peter sometimes sorry isn't enough." When she saw her sons shoulders slump and bottom lip begin to tremble she continued "but if you show us just how a respectable young man should act for the next few weeks I'm sure you can earn it back." At his sad nod she beckoned him over and pulled him in tightly for a hug. "We love you Peter but this cannot happen again and we need to be sure you understand how serious what you did was." After a short time she let him go so he could sit back down again. When he did so Tony began to speak, using what she had dubbed his 'angry dad' voice months ago.

"Peter, last night you acted like a reckless child. Firstly, you lied to us, to our faces when you promised you would behave despite already having plans to deceive us. Secondly you broke your grounding which was in place after you already misbehaved. Then you messed with FRIDAY, what if there had been an emergency and we thought you were here? What if there was a fire and someone got hurt coming to save you because FRIDAY couldn't tell us you weren't there?" At these words Peter broke and let out a sob but Tony continued, he needed his son to understand. "Then you went out to a party, which we wouldn't have minded had you asked and not been grounded but you went to a party, a few beers would have been okay, sure we wouldn't have been thrilled but we would have respected your decision, but you got drunk Peter. You got drunk and that is unacceptable. What if you let something slip about Spiderman? What if you tried to do a flip or something you usually can do in your sleep and messed up because you were drunk? We don't know how alcohol affects you and that is dangerous. You are fifteen. You are a child."

Peter was crying freely now, he felt awful, when his behaviour was laid out in front of him like that he felt like the worst person in the world.

"Not only were you drunk but you were drunk enough to throw up, what if you choked? And then you walked home. By yourself at two in the morning I know you dropped Ned off but after that you were alone. You could have been attacked or mugged, anything could have happened and not only would you be unable to defend yourself but we wouldn't be able to help because we thought you were in bed. Safe. You could hardly stand last night Peter and we will not allow this to happen again."

When Tony stopped talking Peter tried to pull himself together but was having great difficulty. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was stupid. I didn't think. I'm the worst son."

"Peter you are not the worst son, I know for a fact Tony was much worse than you." Peppers comment elicited a wet laugh from her son and a half-hearted smack from her lover. "But grounding isn't enough, you are to write 'I will not disrespect my parents by breaking their rules which were put in place to keep me safe. I will not lie because it puts myself and others at risk and it will always be found out and result in more trouble.' 600 times. I want an essay with references on underage drinking and its dangers and you will be getting a spanking for putting yourself in danger."

Peter's jaw dropped, he had never received such a harsh punishment before…god he really had messed up. He knew better than to argue though both his parents looked furious and he knew any backchat would just earn him a swat.

"Peter go back to the corner you are to stand there for fifteen minutes and think about everything you did wrong yesterday."

Peter nodded at his dad's words and silently made his way to the oh so familiar corner.

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Ugh surely that had to be fifteen minutes by now? Peter thought to himself as he tried not to fidget. He hated standing in the corner it was awful especially when he knew he was going to be spanked. If he moved too much his dad would reprimand him and sometimes add extra time, but he got restless easily. Fifteen minutes was ages! He was practically always on the move so being made to stand still and just stare at two walls was akin to torture. He had heard his mom leave a few minutes before so it had to be almost fifteen minutes by now.

Tony knew how much Peter hated standing in the corner but it was an extremely effective punishment. It forced the boy to stop and think about what he had done wrong without being distracted. It also worked at calming the teenager if he was angry which to be fair it did the same for himself as well as he usually sat behind his desk when Peter was in the corner and used the time to calm himself down if he was to punish his son further. He would never spank Peter in anger, after all, he was not Howard. He had only had to spank Peter twice before and both times he felt awful, he was sure he would feel the same this time no matter how deserved it was.

"Come here Peter."

At his dad's words Peter turned around and made his way over to stand in front of the man looking at his feet ashamed to be back in this position but his dad took his chin forcing eye contact.

"Peter you need to understand how dangerous your actions were, but we want you to know you are in this position for putting yourself and others in danger. Your other punishments cover the lying and the breaking of your grounding, you will only ever be given a full spanking for deliberately putting yourself or others in danger."

Peter nodded miserably at his dad's words as he tried and failed to keep his bottom lip from quivering. "I really am sorry dad. I won't ever do it again I promise," he told him honestly.

"Thank you Peter, but an apology won't negate your punishment. You know the drill, get over my lap."

Peter sighed and followed his dad's direction, an intake of breath the only display of discomfort as his dad bared his bum. *smack* he sucked in a breath as his dad's gauntlet covered hand came down hard on his ass. The last twice his dad's smacks grew steadily harder but this clearly wasn't the case this time around as after ten smacks he was sure his ass was on fire.

"Peter, how did you get yourself in this position?"

"I was bad."

*smack*

"Peter, you were not bad, your choices and actions were but you are not bad. Now tell me what you did to end up over my lap."

"I put myself in danger and other people." Peter choked out as he desperately tried to hold back tears. He got hurt way worse than this on patrol but somehow getting his ass warmed always led to him bawling like a baby.

"How?" Tony asked as he continued peppering the boy's bum which was now a bright pink and slowly turning red. His heart tightened slightly as he began to hear soft sobs and hitched breathing from the boy over his lap.

"I got drunk….and I walked home alone….and I messed with FRIDAY."

"That's right Peter. You cannot do this. You put yourself and your identity in danger by getting drunk, you walked home alone on a Saturday night at two am even though you know how dangerous New York can be and you messed with FRIDAY which could easily put others in danger."

Tony lifted his leg slightly so he could smack the boy's sit spots, he needed his son to understand the seriousness of his actions. "You. Are. Never. To. Do. This. Again. Peter." He lectured as he brought his hand down hard with each word. "Do you understand me?"

As his dad finally stopped smacking him Peter fell limp over his lap sobbing his heart out, "Yes sir. I'll never do it again. Promise."

Tony's heart crumbled as he pulled the boys shorts and jeans back up and lifted him into a standing position. Peter's face was red and blotchy from crying and he couldn't help but grimace as the boy wiped his running nose with the back of his hand.

"That's so gross underoos" he grumbled as he pulled the boy into his lap and gave him a hug. He ran his fingers through Peter's sweaty curls in an effort to soothe him as the teen sobbed into his chest soaking his shirt. He knew the sobs were more for emotional pain rather than physical pain from the spanking but he still felt terrible.

"I'm…..s-sorry for…b-being such a b-brat dad."

"Ssssh, Peter it's okay I forgive you, your mom forgives you. We love you." He continued murmuring reassurances into the boy's ear until the sobs died down and his breathing evened out, crying always seems to exhaust the boy.

Tony looked up as he heard the door open and his wife walk into the room. She ran a hand through his hair just as he had done for their son mere moments before. "Don't worry Tony, he's safe, we've got him, he's okay."

He nodded at her words and had to work to contain his own sobs. "I know Pep, I know. I just hate having to punish him."

"We do it because we love him. We would be doing a disservice to him and May's memory if we let him act as he pleased." She told him and he simply nodded at her words and smiled softly at her before giving her a chaste kiss still running his hands through their child's hair. It always amazed him how innocent and young Pete looked while asleep. He couldn't help but smile down at his naughty little spider he didn't know how he lived before Peter was in his life. The boy brought colour and excitement into his life, he gave him a reason to live and a reason to fight for a better future. Looking at the boy did make him feel a little bad about the extensive list of punishments they had given him but when he thought more about it it made sense. A grounding usually meant he lost the use of his phone, laptop, his internship time and the right to see his friends so obviously that had to continue. He was sure his son wouldn't realise but the demand he stick to his parents side was a hopeful way to make him realise just how important he was to them, he only hoped it wouldn't alienate Peter further. The lines and essay made perfect sense really, as it was the school holidays Peter had a little homework sure but he would finish that quickly so the other tasks gave him something productive to do rather than leave him just sitting in the corner of conference rooms twiddling his thumbs. If his son finished all his work before the two weeks were up he was sure he could make up some project for him to do…but not too fun a project the boy was still in trouble after all.

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Peter awoke slowly and slightly disorientated, he wasn't in his bed or his parent's bed so where was he? He made to roll over and the slight discomfort in his ass brought it all flooding back, opening his eyes he realised he was in the lounge and he could see his father sitting at the other end of the couch with Peter's feet laying on his lap.

"Hey underoos" he said with a soft smile the anger and disappointment from earlier no longer marring his feature. "I was about to wake you, Pep made soup."

Peter nodded at his dad's words and stood up to follow his dad into the kitchen where we was gestured to take his usual seat. Holding back a grimace he sat carefully but couldn't help the soft hiss that escaped him at the action. His face turned tomato red but he was relieved to see neither of his parents were going to bring it up. He murmured a thanks as his mum placed a bowl of soup in front of him as well as several slices of bread and tucked in. He was starving. He supposed it made sense, he threw up the contents of his stomach last night and he had spent a good portion of the morning crying which always made him hungry. So he dug in with gusto practically inhaling his lunch.

Once they had all finished and the dishes washed courtesy of Peter Tony stood up and kissed Pepper on the cheek. "Thanks for lunch Pep, it was splendid as always, I'm going to the lab for a few hours, how does Thai sound for dinner?"

Pepper smiled at her fiancé's words, it seemed to be an unspoken tradition that they bought Thai for dinner if Peter had been spanked. "Sure thing, I have some emails to send. Movie night tonight?" she finished addressing both her boys that time.

Peter sighed softly at her words, emails meant mom's office and mom's office only had hardback wooden chairs, she claimed it helped people stay alert. Once his dad left the room Peter grabbed his school bag from the counter where it had been sitting since he came home yesterday and made to head to the lift.

"I think I'll use my StarkPad for my emails Pete, you can do your homework on the coffee table right?"

Peter grinned at her words nodding happily, sure sitting on the couch was slightly uncomfortable but nothing on those dreaded chairs in his mom's office.