The duffel bags were still in the corner, where Tall Boy had put them this morning. When FP came home he asked Jughead if he had opened them. "No dad, I didn't, out of respect for you." Jughead told his father. FP opened the duffel bag to reveal gift boxes. Jughead asked his father if there were drugs in them.
"No, with gifts in them." FP told his son.
"Dad, this isn't going to work. Today, it's gifts.
Tomorrow, it's drugs or weapons or God knows what. How long this is going to go on for?" Jughead asked
"As long as Penny wants." FP shouted
"Dad, I just wanna help clean up the mess I made." Jughead argued.
"Get this through your thick skull, Jughead.!We are trapped. We've got no leverage." FP yelled pushing a chair over "I see that we are getting nowhere with talking, so get over here." FP said picking the chair back up. FP grabbed a wooden spoon out of the drawer. Jughead stood there, immobile.
"BOY, get your ass over here. A hard head makes for a soft behind." FP told Jughead. Jughead reluctantly walked over to his father. FP pulled his son over his lap, and WHAP WHAP SMACK. Jughead was already tearing up. By the fifth swat he couldn't stay still over his father's lap anymore. By the seventh Jughead started pleading. "Dad, please. I'm sorry." After 10 swats FP helped Jughead stand up. "Go stand in the corner boy." Jughead couldn't believe his ears. Not only did he, at 16 years old just get his butt spanked, but he was also going to stand in the corner, like timeout? Though he was frustrated about such a childish punishment, he obeyed, deciding that arguing wasn't worth the risk of receiving further punishment.
After 16 minutes FP allowed Jughead to come out of the corner. "Sit down Jug, we need to talk." Jughead obeyed. "Penny is my problem, it's none of your damn business how I handle it. Do you understand?" Jughead nodded. "Are you going to stay out of it?" FP asked Jughead nodded again. "Okay Jug, If you don't I won't hesitate to give you another whippin."
"I'm sorry." Jughead whispered.
FP stood up and said, "Hey, Come here." Jughead stood as well and FP pulled him into a hug. "I love you Jug, and I hate spanking you, but I had to."
"Dad, I've sure have been spanked a lot in my life from you considering that you supposedly hate spanking me." Jughead said sarcastically, with a smile on his face.
"Smart ass." FP said chuckling a little. "By the way you're grounded for the rest of the week." FP said holding out his hand. Jughead rolled his eyes, and reluctantly handed over his phone. "Thank you." FP said pocketing Jughead's phone. "You can have this back on Sunday." FP told Jughead while ruffling his beanie.