Soon, the boy was flinching and kicking because of the pain but he wasn't emitting any sound, he was refusing to this hurt too much. Bruce put his hand in his underwear to bare him, but that was it. Dick put his hand to stop his father and used the other one to push himself up.

He stood quickly, with his palm still holding his boxer. "There's no way, I let you give me a bare bottom spanking!" the teen bawled.

"You better get those down, Richard, I was thinking about leaving you keep a little bit of your dignity. But, now I realize there's no room for allowances." The boy's father figure replied seriously with his hand on hips.

Dick closed his fist and tried to hit him, but the older man easily dodged and caught with his hand, what was the kid thinking? He had trained to fight.

He turned the boy, holding his arm behind his back. "Richard John Grayson! I can't believe you just did that.-" The man reprimand furiously. Dick struggled to get off the grip and Bruce too much mad made him to twist the lad around and clinch from his shirt. He threw his punch only to halt near the teen's face.

He let his hand fall down relaxed. "I refused to abuse you. So either is your choice, do you cease fighting and let me give you a proper spanking or I will disband your team?"

"You cannot do that, it is my team!" the rebel shouted.

"I certainly can, you know it, so what is gonna be?" Bruce glared him.

"The spanking." The kid whispered wanting to cry, but closing his eyes to avoid doing that.

Bruce got the boy's brief. "Step out of it. You're going to end kicking them out anyway."

Dick followed his intrusion totally subdued and then he was pulled into his father's lap like he was little kid. Short after that the boy was grunting and moaning from the swats. That was odd, Dick usually managed not start complaining so early, and he must really be on emotional pain the older man thought.

As his red butt was getting the cries were worst, Dick hated himself for that.

After several smacks, the teen felt the paddle in his warn bottom. He stopped breathing for a few seconds.

The wooden paddle land and the kid gave the first real relief to his sobbing "Owwww!"

Near enough when some swats hit his sit-spots, the land started to feel guilty and plead his dad. "Dad, please, I'm sorry!"

"I hope you mean it. If I have to give you another spanking for these wrongdoings it will be much worse."

"Awww!"

"Auch! Please stop!"

A few swats fall on his thighs, so the boy started kicking and throw his palm due to a need to have a small pause; tears were rolling from his eyes.

But Bruce foreseeing this movement grabbed it and grasped pulling to his back.

"Owwww, I can't, that hurts." The kid squirmed

"Awwww, please, dad!

"Please no more. "

"Dad, owwww no!"

"Owwww, Dad!" a bit after that, the boy stopped moving surrounding himself to the spanking.

The father gave last five to the teen in his sit-spots and let go his hand. He started to rub his head trying to relax his kid.

However, he didn't get that, the rebel felt his anger quickly coming back.

He got up and rushed to put back his white underwear. "I want you leave me alone!" Dick was still weeping.

Bruce discomfort with the spanking hadn't succeeded to cease Dick's attitude. He sighed shortly and stated firmly. "Richard, you should be sorry from your misbehaving, not digging yourself a bigger hole."

Dick threw himself to the bed wincing from the soft pressure his behind. He toss him a pillow an shout. "Go away!"

"You're obviously not ready to see your errors. I will you leave you to reflect, do some soul searching, kid. I'll be expecting a sincerely apologize from you, young man." Bruce went out from the room and Dick took the other pillow and put himself face down to cry.