Riverdale

FP Jones was sitting on the chair in his living room, his son Jughead was laying on the couch. They were talking about what the whole damn town was talking about. GG

"So you're still screwing around with this crap, huh, boy?" FP asked his son

"I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree." Jughead retorted.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" FP stood up unbuckling his belt."

"Means I know you played GG in high school, Dad." Jughead looked over at his dad, realising he was taking his belt off. "What the hell are you doing dad?"

"The exact thing I told you I would do if I caught you playing this crap boy. I told you I'd bust your ass if you played this game, and that is exactly what I intend to do. Now stand up and bend over the kitchen table."

"There is no way in hell I am just going to let you spank me." Jughead told his Father.

"BOY" FP yelled snapping his belt. "Get your ass up and do what you are told."

"No." Jughead retorted.

"Fine son, I'm a patient man, I'll wait. Just know it's going to be a lot worse when you do get it boy." At this Jughead rolled his eyes. "Patient man my ass... he thought."

About an hour and a half passed, and Jughead wasn't thinking about what his father had told him, and he got up to go to the bathroom. FP allowed Jughead to walk by. When FP heard the door lock he took his belt and waited outside of the bathroom door. After washing his hands Jughead began to open the door. FP forced Jughead back into the bathroom as he entered as well, locking the door behind him.

"Whoa dad, what are you doing? I'm in high school. You can't just whip me anymore."

"Save it boy." FP said doubling up his belt. FP grabbed Jughead's arm and started spanking him. WHAP tears already started swelling in Jughead's eyes. FP was not giving Jughead a light punishment. WHAP Jughead refused to stay still, he was doing everything he could to get away from his dad, but FP was a lot stronger than Jughead. TWAP TWAP. Jughead was silently counting the number of swats in his head. WHAP Jughead started really crying now. He put his hand over his butt to try to shield it from the next lick. SNAP It landed on his hand. Jughead screamed out in pain pulling his hand away. "DAMNIT BOY YOU DON'T YOU EVER PUT YOUR HAND BACK LIKE THAT AGAIN." FP kept spanking Jughead. CRACK CRACK. Jughead was squirming and trying to pull away so much that FP wasn't sure if the last two landed on his butt or not TWAP TWAP. FP knew that last swat didn't. Jughead had pulled forward and up at the same time. FP saw it land much below his ass across the back of his legs.

Damnit FP thought as he put his belt back on. FP and Gladys only ever spanked there kids on the butt. The only other form of corporal punishment was getting smacked on the hand when they were little, and the rare pop on the mouth for Extreme mouthiness or disrespect.

"Go stand in the corner." FP told Jughead so calmly that it was almost scary. The still bawling Jughead obeyed. When Jughead finally calmed down FP was sitting at the kitchen table going through bills.

"Boy, Come here." Jughead obeyed. "Let me see your hand Jug." Jughead extended his non-aching hand to his father. "The other one son." FP could see a perfect stripe of a belt on his hand. It looked as though it might bruise.

"GOD DAMNIT BOY, this is why you don't stick your freaking hand back there. You could get seriously hurt."

Jughead rolled his eyes. "What do you think the whippin I just got did? Cuz the sure the hell didn't tickle." Jughead said sarcastically.

"Do not test me today boy, you are in enough trouble as it is." FP told his son sternly. Jughead was avoiding FP's eyes. "Look at me Jug." Jughead obeyed. "Did That belt hit you anywhere besides your ass?" FP asked.

"So what if it did?" Said Jughead. "Turn around and drop your pants boy." FP said.

"No dad... you are being completely unfair."

"BOY, I said drop them. I have to make sure you are okay." Jughead dropped his jeans and stood there in his boxers and shirt. FP lifted up Jughead's shirt. FP told Jughead to slide the leg of his boxers up. As FP feared there was a dark red strip across Jughead's thigh. "Jesus Jug." FP took a long pause and sighed. "Keep an eye on that. If it bruises I need to know."

FP paced the trailer feeling both guilty and angry. He had never left a bruise on one of his kids. He didn't know what to think. "Sit down Jug, we need to talk." Jugead took a seat on the couch. "Look kid, I'm sorry about the lick that landed on the back of your leg and your hand." FP apologised

"Dad, if I didn't try to pull away or block the spanking then I wouldn't have gotten hit in either place."

"I know Jughead, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm the adult and you're the kid." (Jughead cringed at the word kid) "It is not okay if you get a bruise because of me. You know my pops use to beat me, not just spank me, and he actually broke my arm once." FP told his son.

"Yeah dad, I know." Jughead stated. "Mom told me when I was about 12, and I was supposed to be watching Jellybean, and she ran off. You found her in about 5 minutes, and spanked her as soon as you found her, but you didn't spank me for several hours. Mom said it was because of how mad you were and that you didn't want to spank me because you needed to calm down, because you didn't want to whip me too hard and hurt me. You didn't want to be like your dad."

"Jughead," FP responded, "That is still true. My dad left bruises on me just about every time he beat me, and I vowed that if I ever had kids that I would never be like him."

"Dad," Jughead interrupted, "You're not. You have never broke mine or Jellybean's arm before. You have never beat us like he beat you."

"Jughead, you don't understand." FP stated. "If either of those licks leave a bruise I am no better than him. Now don't argue with me boy. Do you understand." Jughead shook his head yes. "Now as I was saying, I need to know if either of those leave a bruise. I'm sorry that you got swatted there, however you are still going to be punished. Hand over your phone." FP said extending his hand. "That whippin you just got was for not taking your punishment. I still have to whip you for playing the game."

Jughead's jaw dropped. "But dad that's not fai."

"DROP IT BOY." Jughead stopped talking. "You are going to be whipped for playing the game, but not until your hand and leg are better. It is clear that you can not be trusted to take a spankin like a teenager, so I will have to spank you like a I did when you were little." FP told Jughead.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You're going to spank me over your knee or something?" Jughead asked

"Damn right I'm going to spank you over my knee from now on boy. There is no way in hell I'm going to risk you getting hurt. Jug, do you know what could have happened if my belt would have hit above your butt instead of below it?" Jughead just stared at FP. He wasn't really in the mood to come up with a smart ass remark right now. "Jughead, I could have hit your kidney and done real damage to you. Now, I don't have the patience to do this right now, so go to bed."

"Dad, it's barely 8:00."

"Boy, does it look like I care." FP snapped his fingers pointing to the bedroom. "Now go."

Jughead striped down to his boxers and a white undershirt. He didn't have his phone, or computer so he just laid there awake for what seemed like hours. Eventually Jughead did fall asleep, and awoke just before 6:00 am. FP was already awake and dressed when Jughead came out of the bathroom. "Come here Jug." FP said. When Jughead came to him FP looked at Jughead's hand, and the back of his leg. No bruises. "Alright boy, let's get this ass whippin over with. Go to your room and wait."

Jughead stopped in the bathroom and looked at his butt and legs in the mirror. Sure enough there was not a trace of evidence that he had been spanked at all yesterday. Jughead went to his room and laid on his bed arms behind his head. He stared at the ceiling, waiting for FP. FP came in holding a spatula. One of the ones with a wooden handle and a thick rubber end. One that you would use when emptying cake batter into a cake pan or something. Jughead didn't even know they still had the thing. Jughead and FP could cook but they sure the hell had no idea how to use a rubber spatula, or even that it was called that. Jughead hadn't seen that thing since before his mom his mom moved out, and he had never been spanked with it. He did see his mom spank Jellybean with it about a month before they left. Jellybean had gotten suspended for getting in a fight at school. Jughead was a lot older that Jellybean, but he was still a little nervous looking at it. That thing was loud and echoed through the whole trailer when Jellybean got it, and Jellybean was screaming. She only got 3 swats and she was a tough kid. She rarely ever cried, from pain that is.

"Alright boy," FP said as he sat down on Jughead's bed. "Come here and bend over my knee." Jughead stood there, looking at his father immobile. "Come on boy, let's get this over with. I don't like this anymore than you do." FP told Jughead. Sure Jughead thought you aren't the one about to get their ass tore up, now are you. Jughead took a couple steps forward, and FP pulled Jughead over his knee.

FP didn't waste anytime, he was almost as anxious as Jughead was to get this over with. SMACK Owww Jughead screamed out in pain as the first swat landed. WHAP WHAP. Tears were flooding out of Jughead's eyes. SMACK SMACK FP realised that he may have just found a more effective spanking implement than his belt. CRACK. With the 6th swat FP helped Jughead up as he too stood up. FP did not realise how effective the rubber spatula would be, and would have been done with the whippin if he did not already promise Jughead that he would be getting the belt as well.

"Go stand in the corner boy, hands." After 16 minuets FP took off his belt saying, "Come on Jughead, back to your room." FP sat on the bed. "Bend over my knee." Jughead obeyed. "You are getting 5 licks, be grateful that's all you're getting." With that FP started spanking Jughead. CRACK CRACK CRACK two more, Jughead thought. This isn't so bad. Jughead had started crying as soon as the spanking had started. CRACK CRACK.

FP allowed Jughead to stand up. Jughead wipes his tear stricken face with his sleeve. FP stood up too pulling his son into a hug. "How many times are we going to do this boy?" FP asked. Jughead shrugged his shoulders. "As long as you keep playing the game, I'll keep busting your ass. Every single time I catch you or I hear about you playing, I will take you over my knee and ware your ass out boy. Jughead, you stay in your room for the rest of the day, and I'm taking your door off."

"My door? Seriously Dad?"

"BOY" Jughead didn't response. FP went and retrieved his tool box and took the door off of Jughead's room, and put the door in the back of his truck. "You can have your door back when I can trust you again."