"So what do you say, just a little taste? C'mon, it won't kill you."
'No, weed won't kill him but Bruce would if he found out' Still with that thought in mind, the boy took the joint and gave a little taste. It made him cough several times and it gave him a feeling that all was funny.
Back to the present
Dick's mouth tasted the awful flavor of soap; Bruce had really washed his insolence.
"Three minutes, then you are allowed to spit it and dink a bit of water"
Those minutes fell like an eternity, but they finally passed and the boy rush to the sink to rinse the pieces of the soap.
Bruce then took the kid by arm and pushed him toward his room again
"Well, I believe we can start again, how about an apologize?"
The kid wanted to apologize as much as he wanted to spit in his father's face but instead of doing that, he decided to say "Look, I know that I was wrong and I'm sorry, but don't you think than I'm old enough for this crap? Apart you already humiliated in front of Roy, isn't that punishment enough?"
"Richard, you got drunk and smoke weed behind my back. I can't believe it, you deserve to be punishment so this is how things are going to be you're going to get tanning from me, and you should be thankful I'm only planning to use my hand and a paddle. "
There was a big wooden paddle in Dick's bed, which made the boy flinch.
"Please, Bruce, a spanking seriously? Can you just ground me?"
The older man took a chair near desk and put it near the bed. "Well, I'm waiting, and lose the jean"
A part of Dick really wanted to keep arguing, but he doubted somehow that he would made his old man enter into reason, so he slowly approached to Bruce.
"Y'know, I'm gonna hate you because of this. "He said as he opened the fly of his jean.
"Good, I think I can live with that " He jerked the boy to his lap, and finish got down the jean.
The first smack landed on the boy's underwear.
A small grunt elude the kid
The smack kept falling; Bruce found his rhythm pretty quickly.