Chapter 12

It wasn't until the next day before his next spanking that a plan of desperation came from Neal. He would simply hide Mom's hairbrush; she couldn't spank him if she didn't have the hairbrush was as far as his thinking got and he acted at once on it. It was so simple really he waited until after she had gotten dressed and headed down to help El with breakfast that Neal snuck up and tiptoed into her bedroom and after finding the hated item took it away to hide; only Neal was so focused on his task that he didn't noticed Peter who had just come out of his bedroom with the intention of watching the news downstairs and had seen Neal with his mother's hairbrush and realized what he was up to and secretly followed behind.

Peter watched as Neal scurried downstairs and hid the hairbrush on the top shelf of the bookcase behind a small book. The size of the book was perfect since with the hairbrush behind it the book wasn't pushed out to alert anyone that something was amiss.

All Peter did was to remove the hairbrush leaving the book as Neal left it and return the hairbrush to his rightful place next to his mother's bed. Since he was in no danger of being spanked again Peter had no qualms in taking the hairbrush from its hiding place. He knew that Neal deserved every spanking his mother deemed he receives. Once his chore was accomplished Peter returned to the living room to watch the news chuckling to himself on how surprised Neal was going to be when his mother took him in hand for the day's spanking. He could just see a confident Neal being reduced to tears once he learned that the hairbrush would be used on his backside once again.

Breakfast was a bigger success for Neal and Peter since they could enjoy it without squirming and the ladies outdid themselves with bacon and blueberry waffles. El also brewed some of June's Italian roast coffee and both men had two cups as they filled their bellies on a delicious breakfast.

"That was delicious, ladies," Peter said after swallowing his last mouthful. "It has been too long since the last time you fixed waffles."

"That's because I want you to stay slim my love," replied El with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Are you implying that I wouldn't be if you had waffles more often," replied Peter.

"You shouldn't have to worry about that El," Neal butted in, "I keep him too busy to gain weight…he's always chasing after me for something or the other."

"Is that right Peter?" asked Carolyn as she gave Neal the "what else have you been up to" look that often accompanied a close and personal encounter with her hairbrush.

"I was only teasing Mom," Neal was quick to say. He didn't need any more of her attention as he correctly read her expression.

Peter decided to save Neal from his mother and agreed, "He's been a lot better since I've taken an interest in what he does and he has learned that the consequences often lead him to resting on his stomach for the night."

Carolyn nodded but didn't lose her serious look as she watched her surrogate son squirm a bit in his chair. "Come on son, let's get your current spanking out of the way so you can recover and enjoy the rest of the day."

"Yes ma'am," Neal agreed as he got up to follow without uttering a plea for clemency which surprised Elizabeth as well as it did Carolyn.

El noticed at once the "cat with the canary" look Peter was showing and whispered, "What did you do?"

"Neal hid Mom's hairbrush; I just happened to see where he hid it and put it back…Neal doesn't know that part yet…but I imagine he will learn about it about….now!"

As soon as Peter said the word "now," they could hear a loud

"NOOOOOO…where did that come from?" before the normal cries from being paddled reached their ears…"Owww…owwww…owwww…owww…owwww…" and on the licks and cries continued until the count reached twelve and then silence and they knew the spanking was over.

Carolyn appeared a few minutes later with a curious expression on her face. "He acted surprised to see my hairbrush just now…I wonder why," she murmured until she caught her son's expression and asked,

"Peter what do you know that I don't?"

Peter exchanged a look with El before he answered, "If I tell you will you be tempted to add to the heat in Neal's bottom?"

"No…he tried to hide it, didn't he?" Carolyn said as she guessed the truth and with Peter's nod she added, "and you found the hairbrush and put it back?"

"Yes, ma'am…I saw where he hid it and put it back. He deserved the spankings; maybe he will learn from them like I did when they were directed at me," Peter replied quietly.

They were still talking when Neal came in, his tear stained face evident of the spanking he had just received. "Are you okay dear?" asked El softly as he walked past on his way to the living room.

Neal paused and nodded, "I'm okay El, just sore," as he glanced at Carolyn before walking on.

Peter got up and followed noticing that he went to the book he had hidden the hairbrush behind. He stared at it a moment before pulling it completely off the shelf and throwing it to the floor. "I put it there but why was it in her room a few minutes ago," he muttered to himself.

"Because I put it back," Peter replied quietly.

Neal turned around in shock and stared at Peter with surprise. "You put it back? Why? You knew she was going to use it on me?"

"Yep; Neal you deserved that spanking…lying is not a good thing whether it is to me or Mom and as soon as you learn it the better you will be…now if you can keep from getting into trouble you will only have one more of hers to suffer through tomorrow," warned Peter as he passed him by to reclaim his place in the recliner with remote control in hand.

"Not if I can help it," Neal thought as he left Peter to his television watching and went down to his room. It was time that he took the final step in removing the source of his discomfort. He would destroy the hairbrush.

Neal waited until after El and Carolyn left the house to go on a needed grocery run. The bad weather had ended two days ago and everything was getting back to normal with the exception of his and Peter's forced stay inside. He could tell that Peter was enjoying his stay inside; he could watch whatever ball game he could find and just rest. He knew that soon that could change without warning and he might be doing an all-nighter once again. Well Neal was bored to tears…he needed to be out anywhere but here but knew that Peter would stop him if he tried anything before Carolyn gave him permission.

So Neal decided to use the time wisely and destroy the hated hairbrush before Mom returned. He had taken it the moment Carolyn and El had left and even now had it hidden in his room in the basement. He was just waiting for Peter to drift off like he normally did while watching television and when he did he would take a hammer to the hairbrush and dispose of the remains before anyone was any wiser.

Neal's plan would have worked except for one thing…Peter didn't fall asleep as soon as Neal had hoped and it wasn't until nearly an hour later that a soft snore could be heard from Peter's recliner and Neal hastily ran downstairs to destroy the hairbrush once and for good.

Neal pulled the hairbrush out and laid it on the table and pulled out the hammer he had "borrowed" and brought it down in one destroying blow. A smile lit up his face and he brought the hammer down twice more and was surveying the hairbrush in its many pieces when he heard, "NEAL CAFFREY FREEZE!" Neal turned around to see the angry face of Elizabeth who darted down the stairs to grab Neal by the ear as she brought what she had in her hand into his field of vision.

It was the dreaded wooden spoon and she was striking his butt within a matter of seconds. "I was coming down to check on you…we got back a few minutes ago," she said as she continued to bring the spoon down as she explained stopping after realizing that Neal was too heavily cushioned for her impromptu spanking to do any good and released his ear.

Neal was wearing a pair of Peter's sweatpants and hadn't really felt the sting of the wooden spoon. "Drop your sweats and bend over that table!" she ordered.

"NO!" Neal said refusing.

"I can always have Peter explain to you with his belt why it is better to obey me now," she said threateningly.

"That's blackmail," Neal replied as he considered her words.

"As long as it gets you bottomless and over that table I don't care," replied El seriously.

"Bottomless? You didn't say anything about my dropping my boxers as well," whined Neal.

"That was the added consequence of your not obeying me the first time," replied El sternly.

Neal pouted a bit longer and when he realized that she would get Peter and he would tear into him with his belt and most likely on his bare backside he stomped angrily to the table and dropped both his sweats and boxers and waited for the punishment El had in mind. He didn't have to wait long before the first lick found its mark against his right buttock and after that he lost count of how many were rained down all he knew was that the heat buildup quickly until he began to howl with pain.

Even though it felt like El had given him a lot she had only given him six well placed licks with her spoon. The reason it felt like more was due to the fact that his bottom was still sore from the spanking he had received earlier from Carolyn.

He was so focused in his pain that he didn't even realized that he had an audience until El laid down her spoon and said, "Its over; you can get redressed now," and also heard Peter ask,

"What did he do this time?"

"He destroyed your mom's hairbrush…the pieces are at the end of the table," explained El as she pointed to the several pieces lying there next to a hammer.

She then caught sight of her mother-in-law and added,

"I'm sorry I didn't get here in time to stop him Carolyn; I hope it wasn't a favorite hairbrush?"

"It wasn't, but why did you destroy my hairbrush Neal?" she asked as she came close to the still sobbing Neal and gently pulled up his boxers and sweatpants.

"B-Because if y-you d-didn't have i-it y-you c-couldn't s-spank-k m-me with it

t-tomorrow," replied Neal as he tried to get his emotions back in line.

"Silly boy, didn't Peter tell you that I always carry a spare just in case. Your destroying my hairbrush just now will not keep me from spanking your naughty backside tomorrow and from what my grandchildren tell me this new one wallops an even nastier sting then the old one," she explained cheerfully as she left a stunned Neal to contemplate what he had done and how it was going to affect him in the upcoming days.