"Be careful, little boy. You are in no position to threaten me. I have the upper hand here. You are out of control and it is my job to rein you in," the powerful wizard warned. "Besides I believe this position is quite conducive to a discussion of the rules you will be following whilst in my care."

"You don't give a dam about me. You just don't want to lose your spy! Well I quit so you will release me, NOW!" he shouted, squirming to get free again.

"You are so very wrong, my dear boy, I care more than you know. And I intend for you to feel how much."

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The young Potion Master stiffened as he felt the hand withdraw from the back of his thigh. He felt panicked to be so helpless and without his wand. He wasn't about to give his employer the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. He could go three or four rounds of the Crutiatus curse with nary a sound. Let him do his worst, I will not break.

"Oh, my boy, I don't know what you are expecting, but I shan't abuse you" he wrapped his left arm around the boys waist, being mindful of his wounds, tucking him close. A firm smack resounded throughout his bedchamber. Followed by another and another swat an instant later. He was determined to get through to this boy if it was the last thing he ever did.

Caught off guard, the teen stilled for a moment, before launching in to an angry tirade. "You can't do this! You have no right! YOUR NOT MY FATHER! Severus's voice had been steadily rising until he was shouting his final words. His face flushed red with anger and humiliation. Here he was a potion master, for Merlin sakes, beingchastised like a young wizardling. He had not been spanked like this since he was perhaps six or seven. His mother had only punished him this way twice in his lifetime for extreme disobedience. Unlike his Father who would whip off his belt or use his fists to "punish" him at the slightest provocation. He never cried with his father, but a few swats from his mum's hand on his bare bottom brought him quickly to tears.

"No, Severus, I am not your father. I have never abused you, nor would I . I AM, however, your guardian, or have you forgotten. I swore an oath to look after you and that is the only reason you are not wasting away in Azkaban right now. I went out on a limb for you because see a lot of good in you, despite what you may think. But these tantrums only make my job exceedingly difficult. A warm hand rubbed up and down his back in a comforting motion. "You have been very naughty, you know. I do not wish to do this, but I shall not allow you to disobey me at every turn. He delivered three harder swats to the under curve of the upturned bottom before him. All the while paying ampt attention to his charges unspoken reaction. He was injured after all. Now if he could only move past the wall of anger that paralyzed the boy, he might have a chance to reach him.

Swat after swat descended slowly allowing the sting to build until remaining stoic was becoming impossible. "I don't w-want you! I- I don't need you. Can look after myself-OW- have for a long time. Ouch! Stop! You Bastard! Let me go! He was not going to cry, he was not! He felt so angry and confused.

The older wizard paused and shook his head," Severus, I have warned you on more than one occasion about your language. You are only making this harder on yourself. Now why are you being punished, my child." he rested his hand on the warm pajama clad bottom.

"Be- Because you're an evil GIT," he shouted through clenched teeth.

The elder heaved a weary sigh, "Dear child, I don't know why you insist on testing me this way, but very well. I see that stronger measures are required." A wave of the headmaster's hand brought Severus's pants and pajama bottoms to rest mid thigh. A dozen swats had colored the teens bottom a medium shade of pink. Albus raised his left leg while dropping his right to expose the tender "sit spot." He applied three forceful spanks to each side until a deep red hue lit the bottom before him. Sitting would not be comfortable for the rest of the day he reflected.

Severus gasped as he felt a cool breeze kiss his stinging back side. The coolness felt good to his fiery bottom. Who would have guessed that the old man had such a heavy hand? Had he charmed it that way? At this rate, he'd be howling before long. As it was it was all he could do not to cry…his lungs ached as he held all his emotions in. Then he heard the words that finally undid him.

"I am so very disappointed in your behavior, my beloved child." Albus said in a hoarse whisper.

"NOOOOO! Severus wailed as a dam broke inside him. The tears he fought so valiantly to hold in now cascaded down his reddened checks. He clung to the robes before him never wanting to let go.

"Good boy." Seeing the child finally giving in to his emotions, he moved into lecture mode. "You will not set a toe out of bed unless accompanied by either Twinkle or myself we do not wish you to be hurt again, Understood? SWAT

Severus nodded slightly. He certainly did not feel like a good boy more like a naughty child being justly punished for misbehaving.

SWAT "A verbal answer please," Albus warm hand rested on the younger wizards back in reassurance.

"Y-Yess, sir" he cry tore from his lips. His shoulders shuddered as he hide his face in his arms..

"You will never" SWAT "attempt to curse" SWAT "anyone in my private chambers again. SWAT " Nor will your language be laced with anymore colorful expletives SWAT, "We are only trying to help you, you irritating child!"

The young wizard was quickly tiring, the pain from his wounds, this impromptu spanking, and the outpouring of emotions all conspired to undo the youth. Albus had finally broken through his charges emotional barriers. Gone was the belligerent attitude he had received just minutes before. Now all that remained was frightened, vulnerable child.

"I w-won't" another sob caught in his throat, "I'm Sorry! I AM! I didn't- I mean -I thought-" The spanking ended immediately as his cries turned truly desperate.

"It's alright, my dear boy, I know" he patted the back before him soothingly. "You are no longer alone, little one. You needn't fear anything in my chambers save my hand paddling your bottom should you displease me again."

A soft hiss accompanied the replacing of Severus's pajama bottoms before he was turned in the older mans' arms. In the forgiving embrace of the headmaster, Severus could only release gut wrenching sobs and apologies. He had experienced a hug in oh so long. Only Mummy and Lily had every truly cared for him, one was gone the other as good as. With that thought, he buried his held in his guardian's shoulder and wept pitilessly

A deep soothing whisper filled his ear ",Hush, my precious child, you are safe. You mustn't cry so, you will make yourself ill" a wrinkled hand caressed the bowed head as he lightly rocked him like a much younger child. Anger flared in his breast, had Tobias Snape not been dead…he would have cursed him and to hell with the consequences.

Summoning a warm, wet flannel the headmaster gingerly wiped the tear stained face before him. "Your forgiven, child, we will not discuss this matter again. Come now, you shall have some dinner with a light pain potion and then a bed for you." He half expected the potion master to protest, but he was visible tired. Albus carefully lifted the boy, settling him against the headboard.

A soft groan escaped the teens lips as his bottom brushed the mattress," That hurt!" he pouted and sniffled.

Before the headmaster could respond, Twinkle reappeared with a pot of chamomile tea and a steamy bowl of chicken noodle soup with little snitch shaped crackers. As if being swatted and bawling like a five year old, now he would be feed like one, too." He would have liked to tell the elf exactly where he could put those crackers…but he didn't want a repeat performance with an audience.

"Is the young master feeling better? The small elf asked, looking between the two males with a knowing glance. Severus blushed and shook his head. "He's a sly one he is. Twinkle will keep both eyes on that one." The headmaster gave a bemused smile and chuckled before dismissing his old wise friend after apologies were delivered. That he is!

He bonelessly allowed his guardian to feed him and did not complain as he was settled in bed on his stomach. His tired eyes mere slits as he watched the older wizard wandlessly spell down the lights. The soft glow and crackling fire only added to his feeling of contentment. For the first time since his mother died he felt the love of a parent again…

TBC…

Author's note: PLEASE REVIEW and respond this was my first real discipline scene. Please forgive any typos, I do not have a beta. I also never graduated from high school either believe it or not.