Chapter 7: don’t say that
(A few weeks later)
Dan’s POV:
The kids have been really good lately, neither of them has been spanked in a few weeks, and I’m really proud of them. Demi and Jeremiah are now official… which I’m not too excited about. Taylor hates it too. Jeremiah has been over a few times, and I don’t know if I’m just over protective of my baby girl, but I don’t really like him, He acts kind of conceited… but Demi likes him, so I’m trying my best to try to be supportive and nice to the kid. Taylor on the other hand, he hates him, and I can tell. We are eating dinner together as a family right now, and Demi has been talking about Jeremiah the whole time, about how amazing and cute he is, and Taylor isn’t having it. he keeps on making comments about how Jeremiah is much less perfect then Demi thinks he is.
Demi: “Taylor! why do you have to be so fucking rude!?” she finally snapped. Deb and I both gasped…
Taylor: “sissy… you can’t say that” he said softly… Demi looked over at us and she bit her lip. She knows she’s in big trouble now.
Dan: “Demetria Renee Lautner! you aren’t allowed to say that word, you know better!”
Demi: “but Taylor-“
Dan: “Taylor didn’t swear! You did!”
Deb: “Taylor, if you keep making rude comments about Jeremiah, then you will be grounded!”
Taylor: “okay, sorry mom…” He said looking down.
Dan: “go up to your rooms… both of you!” I said sternly. They both got up from the table and they ran upstairs. I sighed “I was just thinking about how proud of them I was, because of how well they have behaved over the last couple weeks” I said shaking my head.
Deb: “Taylor has been really disrespectful towards Jeremiah… I don’t agree with her choice of words, but he has been being rude”
Dan: “I’ll talk to him about it” she nodded, and I helped her clean up the table and put leftovers away, and then I went upstairs to Demi’s room. She’s sitting on her bed pouting.
Demi: “I’m really sorry” she said looking at me with her big sad eyes. I sighed and I walked over to her bed, and I sat down next to her. “please don’t spank me daddy” she whispered.
Dan: “I know you are sorry Demi, but no one in this family uses words like that… I don’t swear, and I don’t expect you to either”
Demi: “but it just slipped out! I didn’t mean to say that, but Taylor has been so rude whenever I bring Jeremiah up, and it’s so annoying”
Dan: “I will talk to him about that… but that still doesn’t give you any excuse to say that word”
Demi: “it’s his fault though!” she whined. I shook my head no.
Dan: “Taylor didn’t force you to talk like that, you did that on your own… I’m not going to let you blame him. YOU swore, and YOU are going to get a spanking for it” she looked at me with her big tear-filled brown eyes that completely broke my heart. It’s so much harder for me to discipline her then it is for me to discipline Taylor, which probably isn’t fair to either of them, but I can’t help it! I don’t know if it’s because she’s my youngest baby, or if it’s because she’s the only girl. A tear ran down her face, and I had to take a deep breath. “over my knee baby girl” I said as I patted my knee. She shook her head no. “right now” I said more sternly. She pouted, and reluctantly stood up, and put herself face down over my knees. I pulled her close, and then I flipped her skirt up, but I left her panties on, and I started spanking her hard with my hand. It didn’t take her very long at all to start crying and begging me to stop.
Demi: “OWWIE! Daddddyy… I’m so so sorryyyy!!!! I’ll Never say that word again!! I promiseee!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “OWWW!” she cried out. I bit my lip… her cries make me want to cry too. I pushed through though, and I finished her punishment. By time I was done, she was laying over my lap limp and sobbing. I lowered her skirt back over her bottom, and then I pulled her up into my arms. she cuddled close and cried her eyes out into my chest. “Da-Daaaddy, it h-hurts!” she whined, looking up at me. tears are streaming down her face, and her lip is trembling... ugh, I hate this part, I hate seeing my kids cry after a punishment. I know it’s necessary, and they need discipline, but it’s so hard to do.
Dan: “I know it does... no more swearing though, okay?” she nodded.
Demi: “I’m s-sorry”
Dan: “your forgiven, it’s over now baby girl” she leaned back into my chest. I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair. She tried so hard to calm down, but after awhile she just cried herself to sleep. “Baby girl… you still have homework to do tonight” normally I would let her sleep, but it’s too late for a nap, and wayy too early to go to sleep. she blinked her eyes open.
Demi: “w-what’d you say?” she mumbled.
Dan: “you can’t go to sleep yet, because it’s too early, and you have homework” she pouted
Demi: “I don’t w-want to”
Dan: “I know, but you can get ready for bed after you finish your homework” she nodded. I planned on taking her cellphone away, but now I feel to bad to do it, so I let her keep it. “I need to go talk to Taylor, but I love you so much”
Demi: “I love you t-too daddy” she whispered, before standing up from my lap. she pouted and rubbed her bottom. “c-can I do my homework downstairs with momma?” she asked softly. I smiled and nodded.
Dan: “of course” I stood up and I hugged her, and then I left her room and went into Taylors. He is sitting on his bed doing his homework, and he has his headphones on and turned all the way up, I can hear the music he is listening to. I sighed and walked over and grabbed his headphones and pulled them off his head. He jumped and his notebook fell on the floor.
Taylor: “Oh my gosh! Daaad! Don’t do that!” I chuckled and picked his notebook up and I handed it to him. “You scared me so bad”
Dan: “you shouldn’t have been listening to music so loud, you are going to hurt your ears” he rolled his eyes.
Taylor: “I didn’t want to hear demi” he mumbled. I nodded. I wouldn’t have wanted to hear her either. He shut his music off. “Am I in trouble dad?” he asked softly. I sighed and sat on his bed next to him.
Dan: “I don’t want you to continue to make rude comments towards Jeremiah. It’s unnecessary and your mother and I are tired of it, and it upsets Demi.”
Taylor: “Dad… he is annoying”
Dan: “you are being annoying Taylor… Demi doesn’t say anything mean about Kayla, does she?”
Taylor: “I’m not dating Kayla” I raised my eyebrow at him.
Dan: “you’ve been talking to her a whole lot Taylor”
Taylor: “so? We aren’t dating… yet”
Dan: “well it doesn’t matter, Demi has never said anything negative about her or any girl you’ve ever liked… and I know you like Kayla, don’t even try to deny it”
Taylor: “yeah but Jeremiah is-“ I shook my head, and he stopped talking, which was smart on his part.
Dan: “stop it… Demi likes him, and we need to be supportive” he looked down.
Taylor: “you don’t like him either dad”
Dan: “um... I don’t mind him” he looked back at me with a ‘yeah right’ look.
Taylor: “I heard you and mom arguing about him yesterday… you straight up told her that you hated him”
Dan: “you shouldn’t be listening to our private conversations”
Taylor: “I wasn’t trying dad, I accidently overheard you guys… you weren’t being quiet” Ugh! hopefully Demi didn’t hear that… I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair… it’s never fun to have your kids call you out on the same things you are trying to get them to stop doing.
“how come you can hate him, but I can’t?” I knew that question was coming.
Dan: “your right… I shouldn’t hate him. I have no reason to. I shouldn’t have said that about him, I barely know him at all, which is the problem for me, because obviously I’m really protective of you and your sister… I feel like this has happened really fast, and I wasn’t prepared for her to start dating already, but it’s happening, so I’m going to try my best to TRY to be more supportive, and to TRY to give him a chance, and I want you to try too…”
Taylor: “but dad” he whined.
Dan: “I’m serious Taylor… you are upsetting your mother and your sister, and it needs to stop”
Taylor: “he is rude though, Demi deserves better”
Dan: “you have been rude too buddy, I don’t know how you expect him not to be”
Taylor: “he was rude first”
Dan: “I doubt that” Taylor looked down, mumbling something that I couldn’t hear. “what was that?” I asked rubbing his back.
Taylor: “nothing” I sighed
Dan: “I know you don’t like him, but you need to start keeping your opinion to yourself” he looked at me
Taylor: “I don’t want too… he-“
Dan: “well you are going to” I said cutting him off “because if I hear about you saying one more rude comment towards Jeremiah, then I’m pulling you over my knee for a nice and long spanking, am I making myself clear?” I said sternly. He blushed a little bit and nodded,
Taylor: “yes sir…”
Dan: ”Just keep your thoughts about him to yourself… please”
Taylor: “are you going to do the same?” he asked, with a little bit of attitude in his voice. I nodded
Dan: “Yes, I am. Now go apologize to Demi”
Taylor: “do I have too?”
Dan: “Yes, you do”
Taylor: “Ughhh! So annoying” he whined, standing up and walking past me, I grabbed his arm and I smacked his bottom hard. He gasped “ow! daaad!”
Dan: “do we need to have a discussion about your attitude while we are in here son?” he quickly shook his head no. “then knock it off” I said sternly. He nodded.
Taylor: “sorry dad” he said softly. I stood up and pulled him into a hug.
Dan: “I love how protective you are of your baby sister, you are a good brother, but sometimes your words can be hurtful, I just need you to tone it down” he nodded
Taylor: “I’ll just try to think about how much I hate him in my head instead” I chuckled and pulled away from him.
Dan: “go apologize to your sister, you little brat” he laughed and nodded, and then he left the room.
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Taylor’s POV:
I went into my sister’s room, but she wasn’t in there, so I went downstairs and found her in the living room.
Taylor: “hey Demi…” I mumbled awkwardly. she looked up from her homework at me with a little pout on her face.
Demi: “hey…” I walked over and sat next to her on the couch.
Taylor: “I um… I’m sorry I’ve been being a jerk lately… I just don’t want to see you get hurt, but… you know him better than I do”
Demi: “I don’t understand why you hate him so much”
Taylor: “I don’t know Sissy… I honestly just think you could do so much better then him”
Demi: “better then him? why do you think that? he is the most popular guy in school”
Taylor: “he is also the meanest”
Dan: “Taylor” he said sternly. I turned my head and looked at him, he is standing at the bottom of the stairs glaring at me.
Taylor: “yes daddy?” I asked innocently.
Dan: “I think we need to head back upstairs for a longer discussion... kid” he said crossing his arms and walking over to us. I pouted and shook my head no. “I told you to keep your negative thoughts about him to yourself, did I not make myself clear?” he asked sternly, towering over me. I shivered at the voice he was using, and I sunk down into my seat.
Demi: “it’s okay daddy, he apologized to me, and I’m the one who asked him why he doesn’t like Jeremiah, he was just answering my question” dad sighed and nodded, and I let out a breath of relief. I’m surprised Demi stuck up for me, she usually is all about getting me in trouble when she can. “Taylor, the only reason you think Jeremiah is mean, is because he knows you don’t like him, so why would he be nice to you?” I bit my lip and looked up at dad, I’m scared to say anything now.
Dan: “you can talk to her about it, if she brings it up, just try to be respectful, please”
Taylor: “yes sir” I mumbled before looking at Demi. She looks so sad. “he bullies Joe and Nick…”
Dan: “he does?” I nodded and dad sat down on the other side of demi. He is protective of the Jonas boys too, so I knew he wouldn’t be too happy about hearing that. “is that true Demi?” Demi nodded. she can’t even deny it, Jeremiah is really mean to them.
Taylor: “he is so mean to them… I can handle him being mean to me, I don’t care. but I’m not okay with him being mean to any of you.”
Demi: “I’ll talk to him about it… I’m sure it’s just because he thinks you all hate him”
Dan: “honey, you need to tell him that your brothers are apart of your life, and that’s just something he needs to accept, and respect… if he continues to be mean to those kids, I’m going to have some words for him” demi nodded.
Demi: “I’ll talk to him… but dad, they need to accept and respect that Jeremiah is a part of my life now too” she said gesturing over to me.
Dan: “you are right baby girl. Taylor… are you hearing this?”
Taylor: “yes sir… I’ll try to be better” Dad smiled and nodded, and he stood up, and then he kissed both of our foreheads and then he left the room. Demi pushed her notebooks aside, and then she leaned into me and wrapped her arms around me.
Demi: “Can you sleep in my room tonight?” I smiled and nodded.
Taylor: “of course sissy” I said pulling her closer. Demi doesn’t want me very often, she used too, but not lately. I miss her a lot… “I love you Demi” I said softly.
Demi: “I love you too” we cuddled together and watched tv, until mom came in and made us finish our homework and do our chores. I didn’t have as much to do as Demi, so I went upstairs and I got ready for bed, and then I went into her room and I laid down, I was about to fall asleep when I felt her climb into bed.
Taylor: “goodnight sissy”
Demi: “goodnight” she mumbled, pulling the blankets up over us and snuggling close. We both fell asleep really quickly. The next day someone on my mom’s side of the family that Demi and I never met was having some major health issues, so my parents had to get on a plane so that they could go see them. mom and dad were in such a rush this morning that they didn’t even tell us where they are going, or how long they will be gone, they just told us to go over to Paul and Denise’s house afterschool, and they told us to behave, and they were gone before Demi and I even left for school, we had to lock up the house. As soon as we got home from school, I found Paul in the kitchen, he was washing dishes.
Paul: “hey Taylor, did you have a good day at school?”
Taylor: “It was alright. Have you heard from mom and dad yet?”
Paul: “yeah, your dad called me a little bit ago, but they were getting ready to get on another plane”
Taylor: “where are they going?”
Paul: “somewhere in Florida... I think. they didn’t give me many details yet”
Taylor: “did they tell you how long they would be gone for?”
Paul: “he said it would probably be a week or so” he said grabbing a pan off the stove and putting it into the sink. I pouted. “why? what’s wrong?”
Taylor: “I went to bed early, and I forgot to hug them last night” I know it’s only a week, and that sounds super childish, but I love my parents soo much! I’m going to miss them.
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Nick’s POV:
I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I’ve been really grumpy all day, everything is annoying me and right now Joe, Kev, and Tay are outside playing basketball, my dad’s sleeping because he had a headache, and mommy and demi are working on scrapbooks. I don’t want to do any of those things.
Denise: “Nicholas, if you are going to sit there pouting, you might as well get your homework done” I rolled my eyes.
Nick: “No” she stopped what she was doing and looked at me
Denise: “excuse me?”
Nick: “it’s Friday! I have the WHOLE weekend to get it done” I whined
Demi: “Nicky, we always have to do our homework after school”
Nick: “I don’t wanna” Mom sighed.
Denise: ”Honey, I don’t know what we’re doing this weekend, and I know you have more homework then the other kids do, so please do as you are told”
Nick: “No mom, I’m not doing it right now! I can do it later”
Denise: “I want you to do it now!” she said glaring at me, I glared right back at her
Nick: “No, I don’t have too” her mouth dropped open, shocked by my disobedience. I don’t get what the big deal is.
Paul: ”NICHOLAS JERRY JONAS!“ he yelled, Demi and I both jumped. I turned around in my chair and looked at my dad with wide eyes. He grabbed a chair and he sat down on it. “Come here Nicholas” he said sternly. Mom sighed and her and Demi got up and left the room, probably not wanting to witness my punishment. I didn’t move… which made dad look even more annoyed with me. I am in big trouble… I bit my lip. The back door opened, and the boys walked in.
Joe: “Hey Daddy, feeling any better?” Joe asked, not realizing what was going on. Dad didn’t answer him though, he kept his eyes on me.
Paul: “Nicholas Jerry Jonas… did you hear me?”
Nick: ”yes“ I said quietly, in an innocent little voice.
Paul: “THEN GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!” he yelled. Taylor, Joe and Kevin all got wide eyes and they looked at me, then at my dad, they just realized that I’m in trouble too. “NOW!” he snapped.
Nick: “d-daddy, I’m sorry!” I whined, I don’t want to be in trouble!! “I’ll go do my homework right now!” I quickly got up and I ran towards the stairs, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard my father yell.
Paul: ”NICHOLAS JERRY JONAS… IF YOU DON’T COME HERE RIGHT NOW.. I’M GONNA USE MY BELT ON YOU!“ he threatened. I gasped, and my eyes went wide… I’ve never got the belt before, Joey hasn’t even got it yet, just Taylor, Demi and Kevy have. I slowly turned around, and I glanced over at the boys, they all still had wide eyes, I gave them a ‘help me’ look, and they all just looked down, even I know that they can’t help me out of this one… I looked at my dad, and he looks so mad…
Nick: “d-daddy” I said in a small voice, tearing up. “I don’t wanna spankinggg” I cried.
Paul: “Get over here, now” he said in a low dangerous tone…
Nick: “but I’m sorry!!”
Paul: “One…” he said holding up one finger… I whimpered, and I couldn’t get my legs to move, I’m too scared! I don’t want a spanking. he is really mad! He is going to spank me hard! “Two” he said glaring at me, and holding up another finger “You are getting the belt if I get to three boy!” he warned. I am FROZEN! He is really going to use the belt on me?? before my dad could get to three, Kevin ran over and he picked me up and he threw me over his shoulder, and he took me across the room, and he sat me on my feet directly in front of our dad. “Kevin” dad said sternly. He doesn’t like it when any of us interfere with punishments.
Kevin: “what? You said he had to get to you before you said three, you never said how” Kevin said innocently. Dad chuckled and shook his head and then he reached around and smacked Kevin’s bottom, Kevin pouted and rubbed.
Paul: “you three can go upstairs and do your homework, Nicholas will be up in a few to join you” they nodded, and Kevin hugged me, because he can tell I’m really scared, and then they went upstairs, and dad refocused his attention on me.
Paul: “why are you being so naughty? You know you aren’t allowed to talk to your mother like that! and you do NOT get to tell her no! I can’t believe you were talking to her like that! that’s not acceptable, and I’m very disappointed”
Nick: “I’m s-sorrry”
Paul: “I’m sure you are, or at least you will be, but that’s not what I asked you, I asked you why you are acting like that?” I looked down.
Nick: “I d-don’t know d-daddy”
Paul: “well that behavior stops right now! I don’t ever want to hear you speak to your mother like that again.” The next thing I know, my pants and underwear were down around my ankles, and dad was pulling me over his knee.
Nick: “nooo daddy!”
Paul: “I don’t want to hear it Nicholas, you earned yourself a spanking! you are lucky I don’t use my belt!”
Nick: “c-can I say sorry t-to mo-mommy first?” I said as I struggled to try to get off his lap.
Paul: “Nope” he said as he landed the first smack, and it made me yelp. He is spanking me so much harder then he usually does. Owwie! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I whimpered and tried to wiggle away, but he held me in place, and he started spanking my thighs and sit spot.
Nick: “OWW! OW! DAAAAADDDY STOPP!” I begged
Paul: “stop wiggling around!” SMACK! “you were very naughty, and you aren’t getting off my lap until I’m done” he said sternly, as he brought down more hard smacks.
Nick: “b-but it H-HURTSS DADDDY!” I cried out, grabbing his leg. I heard him sigh.
Paul: “mmhm, it’s supposed to hurt baby boy” SMACK SMACK SMACK!! Oww! It hurts so bad already! I let out a sob, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Nick: “OW! Ow! I’m so-AH! I’m s-sorrrry! Oww! D-daadddy p-please st-stoop, OW! I- I won’t b-be naughty a-anymore!” SMACK SMACK SMACK! I started sobbing really hard. I shouldn’t have talked to mommy like that! I don’t know what I was thinking! She probably hates me now! my daddy tipped me forward and he started focusing all his smacks on the most painful parts of my bottom and thighs, and all the sudden I felt really really sick. I gasped and I reached back, and I grabbed daddy’s shirt and I started kicking really hard “DAAD! S-SICK! SICK!” I cried out. He immediately stopped spanking me
Paul: “Nicky?” he asked softly, confused. I wiggled my way off of his lap, and surprisingly he let me go, once I got off his lap, I kicked my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, because I didn’t have time to pull them up. “Nicky? what’s going on? What’s wrong?” I tried to answer him, but I couldn’t, I was crying too hard. he reached for me, to try to comfort me, but I took off running towards the bathroom, but before I could get there, I started throwing up in my hands. Once I reached the bathroom, I ran in and I threw myself onto the floor in front of the toilet, and I continued throwing up into it. a few seconds later I felt someone rubbing my back. I’m sobbing and throwing up, and it’s making me feel like I can’t breathe. “Nicky baby… please calm down” he said rubbing little circles in my back. I probably look like a mess right now with puke all over my hands, and tears and snot and throw up all over my face, leaning over the toilet with a bright red bottom. “shh sh baby, you are okay... it’s going to be okay baby boy” I let out a loud sob and I went to try to wipe my face, and move my hair out of my eyes, but my dad grabbed my wrist. “don’t touch anything else baby boy, your hands are messy” he said softly. I sobbed and I started puking again. I’m trying so hard to catch my breath and calm down, but it’s so hard to do when I’m throwing up too. my dad stayed by my side the whole time, telling me I was okay, and humming, and rubbing my back. eventually I calmed down, and I was laying on the ground, half leaning over the toilet, completely exhausted. Before I could fall asleep though, daddy moved away from me, I tried to reach for him, but he dodged my gross hand, and he turned on the shower, once the temperature was just right, he pulled me up, and he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, and he took my socks off. “get in baby, I’m going to go get your toothbrush, and some jammies”
Nick: “I.. I’m so-sorry! I- I didn’t me-mean too.. y-you ca-can fin-finish s-spanking m-me da-daddy” he shook his head no.
Paul: “it’s okay, I was almost done anyway, it’s all over, you are forgiven baby boy, now get in the shower and get cleaned, so that I can hold you” I nodded, and I stepped into the shower. Daddy quickly left the room. I whimpered and tried my best to clean myself. My whole body is shaky, and I feel so weak! and my bottom is burning, and the hot water is making it so much worse. Daddy came back and he placed my clothes on the counter, and my toothbrush, and then he came over, and he soaped up a wash cloth, and he cleaned my face for me. I made a grossed-out face and tried to pull away. he chuckled. “you used to make the same face when you were a baby, and we tried to wash your face” he said as his other hand went to the back of my head, to hold me in place so he could finish washing my face, and while I was rinsing all the soap off, he started making sure my hands were clean.
Nick: “I c-can do it”
Paul: “okay, do it” he said handing me the wash cloth. I grabbed it, and he rinsed the soap off of his hands, and then he shut the shower curtain, so water would stop going all over the place. I slowly cleaned my body and washed my hair. And dad reached his hand into the shower and he held my tooth brush in front of my face. And I was so relieved to be able to finally get the yucky taste out of my mouth. I brushed my teeth while daddy cleaned up the floor and the toilet, where my hands touched. I handed him back my tooth brush when I was all done, and then I rinsed off the soap from my whole body, and then I shut the water and I peeked out at him from behind the curtain. He was standing there holding a towel for me. he smiled at me, and I got out and jumped into his arms. He wrapped the towel around me, and he picked me up and kissed my head. he is holding me with his arm locked together under my butt to support my weight, which hurts a lot.
Nick: “ouchhy, daddy” I whined, wiggling around.
Paul: “what?”
Nick: “my bottom” I whimpered, trying to get down. he sighed and put me down and then he helped me dry off. I started crying again when he dried my butt off. it hurts so much! I hate getting spankings.
Paul: “Nicky, don’t cry baby… I don’t want you to make yourself sick again” he said pulling me close and hugging me. I buried my face into his chest, and I took deep breaths to try to stop myself from breaking down into sobs again.
Nick: “I d-don’t f-feel good”
Paul: “I know, I’m sorry baby… lets get you dressed” I nodded, and he pulled away and he helped me get dressed, and then he carried me upstairs to my room. He laid me down in bed, and I immediately rolled over onto my tummy, which kind of made me feel sick again. “I can’t tell if you feel warm or not” he said feeling my forehead. “do you think you got sick from crying too hard? Or do you think you are sick?”
Nick: “I t-think I’m s-sick, I still feel y-yucky, and… my tummy feels p-pukey” I tried to explain. He frowned and nodded. “I’m going to go t-tell m-mommy s-sorry” I said trying to get up.
Paul: ”oh no you don’t“ he said gently pushing me back down onto the bed. I pouted and looked at him with my big sad puppy dog eyes. He sighed and ran his hands through my hair. “you are staying in that bed for the rest of the night little boy”
Nick: “but daddy I-“
Paul: “no buts, unless you want to find your butt back over my knee.” He said softly patting my bottom. I whimpered and reached back to rub. It hurtss so bad! “I’ll go get mommy for you” I nodded, and he covered me up with my blankie, and then he left the room. I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. I don’t wanna be sick, and I don’t want my butt to hurt anymore. I heard someone come into my room, and I thought it was mommy, so I looked up, but it was Joey instead.
Joe: “Nickky! Guess what?”
Nick: “w-what?” he frowned when he saw my teary eyes.
Joe: “we get to go bowling tonight, Taylor’s taking us, and Samantha is going to be there!” he said walking over and poking me in my side, trying to cheer me up. I kind of have a crush on her, and he knows it, even though I always deny it. I squirmed away from him, and his tickly fingers.
Nick: “m-mommy and d-daddy wo-won’t let me go” Joey sat next to me on the side of my bed.
Joe: “maybe they will, I know daddy spanked you already, because we kind of heard you… it sounded like a pretty bad spanking so maybe he will feel bad and think you been punished enough and let you come? we don’t get to go bowling very much… By the way, you need to be more careful, you almost got the belt today! You are the baby of the family! You can’t get the belt before I do! It doesn’t work that way”
Nick: “hopefully n-neither of us will ever get the b-belt, daddy spanks so hard with just his hand, and so does mommy” he nodded
Joe: “yeah they do… I think I will get the belt soon, I’m so scared of it though”
Nick: “why d-do you think that? did you do s-something naughty?” he shook his head no.
Joe: “no, but I have a lot of ‘next time’ threats about getting the belt, like last time I got a spanking for being disrespectful to mommy, dad told me that if it happens again, he is going to use the belt on me.”
Nick: “he said t-that when you got r-really bad grades l-last time too” Joey nodded.
Joe: “yeah, I… I’m scared of the belt, Taylor and Kevin hate it” I nodded
Nick: “I’m s-scared of it too” mom and dad walked into the room, and mom rushed over and pulled me up and into her arms.
Joe: “can Nicky come bowling with us? Please? He is really sorry” Joey asked.
Paul: “No, he is sick, he threw up twice” Joey gasped, and he jumped off of my bed, quickly getting away from me.
Joe: ”ewwie!!” he tried to run from the room, but dad grabbed him by the back of his pants.
Paul: ”hold up Joseph…“ he said pulling him back
Joe: “daaaad! Let me go!”
Paul: “are you feeling okay? You look kind of pale”
Joe: “I’m fine” he said trying to pull away. dad rolled his eyes and felt Joey’s forehead, Joey tried to pull away, but dad turned him and swatted his butt, and then he went back to feeling his forehead “daddddy” joey whined. “I don’t wanna be sick, I don’t want Nicky germs” he said pouting
Paul: “well, I’m sorry Joey, but it looks like you already caught Nicky germs” Joe shook his head.
Joe: “Nicky…” he whined “I drank your orange juice this morning, why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Nick: “I d-didn’t know Joey… I’m sorry”
Joe: “daddy, I feel fine” dad gave him a ‘yeah right’ look. “you aren’t going to let me go bowling… are you?” he said pouting. Dad shook his head no.
Paul: “sorry bud, no bowling for you too tonight. bed!” he said turning joey and smacking his bottom again to get him moving. Joey made a whiney sound, and then he ran over and got into his bed.
Joe: “it’s not fair! We never get to go bowling with our friends!” he said pouting.
Paul: “you can go when you are better” I looked up at mommy, and she smiled at me.
Nick: “I’m really s-sorry that I was s-so naughty, I didn’t mean it” she kissed my cheek.
Denise: “Next time, instead of speaking to me like that, and disobeying me, you need to just tell me that you don’t feel good”
Nick: “I w-will, I’m sorry”
Denise: “it’s okay baby, you are forgiven now” Kevin walked into my room
Kevin: “mommy…” he mumbled coming over and sitting on my bed next to her.
Denise: “yes?”
Kevin: “I don’t feel good” Mom sighed.
Denise: “all of you? really?”
Paul: “what’s the matter Kevy?” he asked walking over to us. Kevin whimpered and leaned into him. Dad frowned and leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
Kevin: “really bad headache” he mumbled. “my tummy feels pukey too”
Paul: “I’m sorry buddy”
Joe: “daddy, you had a really bad headache today too, you got us sick!” he whined.
Paul: “you might be right”
Denise: “do you feel sick Paul?”
Paul: “a little bit…” mom gave him a mean look
Denise: “why didn’t you say anything??”
Paul: “I didn’t know honey, I thought I was just feeling nauseous from the migraine I have”
Denise: “well you made our babies sick”
Paul: “I’m guessing they probably made me sick, they probably caught a bug from school”
Joe: “nuh uh daddy, you were sick first. So this is your fault”
Paul: “well… you going to take care of all of us Denise?” he said smiling at my mom. she rolled her eyes.
Denise: “I’m going to take care of our children… you are on your own babe” dad fake pouted and mom laughed. “alright, maybe I’ll take care of you a little bit” she said winking at him.
Nick: “mommy? Can yo-you stay with me?”
Denise: “I need to go talk to Taylor and Demi, and then I’ll come back up, okay baby?” she said kissing my forehead. I nodded and she got up. and she swatted Kevin and Daddy’s butts softly, to shoo them out of the room. Me and Joey laughed. as soon as they left the room Joey got up out of bed
Joe: “I want to go bowling! I don’t want to be sick… it’s not fair!... I didn’t complain like you and Kevy did, he just knew”
Nick: “b-but you don’t feel good, do you?”
Joe: “I’m…. okay”
Nick: “really? b-because I don’t feel good at all” he frowned and walked over and climbed into my bed with me.
Joe: “I’m so sorry you don’t feel good, and I’m sorry you got a spanking”
Nick: “it h-hurts a lot… but I didn’t have to do my homework, so I won” I said smiling and cuddling close to him. he laughed
Joe: “you are a little brat face Nicky. And it sounded like it hurt, we all felt so bad for you”
Nick: “I hate spankings”
Joe: “me too… how old do you think we have to be to not get anymore spankings?”
Denise: “you boys will never be too old to go over our knee if you don’t behave” Joe and I both jumped, because we thought we were by ourselves.
Joe: “but mommy, that’s not fair”
Denise: “Yes it is. Back in your bed Joey” Joey groaned and got out of my bed and he went back to his.
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Taylor’s POV:
It’s been three days since mom and dad left, and Demi and I have been hanging out with friends and stuff a lot, because Paul, Kevin, Joe, and Nick were really sick, they were miserable, but they But Kevin told me that they all seem to be feeling a lot better today finally. I feel crappy now though. I know I’m getting sick, right after I ate breakfast today, I immediately regretted it, because I’ve felt like I was going to throw up ever since. I haven’t told anyone though, I’ve just been trying to ignore it because I HATE being sick, and I hate staying in bed, it’s so boring! Demi and I just got back from school. Paul is sitting at the dining room table filling out some bill stuff. I pulled a chair out and I tossed my backpack onto the table before sitting down. I sighed and unzipped it and pulled my note book out.
Paul: “homework?”
Taylor: “unfortunately… are you doing okay?” I said looking up at him. he smiled and nodded.
Paul: “I’m doing okay, I still have a slight headache, but it’s no where near as bad as it was over the last few days”
Taylor: “I’m glad you are starting to feel better. Where are the boys?”
Paul: “they were getting a little stir crazy, so Denise took them for a walk, so they could get some fresh air”
Taylor: “are they feeling better?”
Paul: “yes… how are you feeling buddy? You look a little warn out” ugh… why can he always tell? He knew Joe was sick just by looking at him too! that’s so annoying!
Taylor: “I’m feeling fine” I lied “I’m just not wanting to do my homework” I said smirking at him. he raised his eyebrow at me… and I sunk down in my seat a little bit. I always feel so guilty when I lie. I opened my notebook, so that I would have a reason to look away from him.
Paul: “okay, well let me know if you need any help” he said going back work. Thank goodness! I thought for sure that he was going to question me further. I pulled out some more of my stuff and I got to work. The boys came home, and they joined me, and they started working on all there homework too.
Joe: “momm, I need help” he whined
Paul: “how about you ask her nicely Joey” I glanced over at Joe and he pouted.
Joe: “Mommy, can you please help me with my homework?” he asked softly. She smiled and nodded, and she pulled up a chair and sat next to him. Joe always struggles a little bit with his homework, he is a very smart kid, I think he just doesn’t like to pay attention… which I can’t blame him, schools boring. After I finished my homework, I went upstairs and I took a shower, mostly just to have an excuse to get away from Paul. He has been kind of watching me ever since I got home, and I think it’s because he can tell I’m not feeling well. I took a long time in the shower, and then I went and got pajamas out of Kevin’s room to put on and then I went back downstairs, and I started watching cartoons with Nicky. I was fine until I started smelling dinner cooking, and then I really started feeling like I was going to puke. I groaned.
Nick: “what’s wrong Taylor?”
Taylor: “nothing” I mumbled. he nodded and cuddled into my side. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him. I managed to eat dinner and avoid Paul and Denise for most of the day, and I went to bed early. I woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up, and Demi caught me the second time.
Demi: “Ew… you are sick too?”
Taylor: “no I’m fine” I mumbled, flushing the toilet and washing my hands.
Demi: “so you are throwing up for no reason then?” I grabbed my toothbrush, ignoring her. “at least you don’t have to go to school tomorrow”
Taylor: “I’m going”
Demi: “I doubt they will let you”
Taylor: “don’t tell them please?”
Demi: “why?”
Taylor: “because I said so” she rolled her eyes. And I started brushing my teeth.
Demi: “Taylor… if you are sick, you need to rest”
Taylor: “I’ll be fine… please just leave me alone sissy” I said turning to look at her with my sad eyes. She sighed and walked away. I finished brushing my teeth, and then I went back to bed. I tossed and turned for awhile before I was able to fall back to sleep. I woke up with a cold hand on my forehead I blinked my eyes opened and looked up at Paul confused.
Paul: “how are you feeling buddy?” he said removing his hand.
Taylor: “I feel fine… what time is it?”
Paul: “it’s like 9:30” my eyes went wide. I’m sooo late for school. I jumped up out of bed so quick that I lost my balance “whoa Taylor!” he said grabbing me before I could fall.
Taylor: “why didn’t you wake me up?? I’m so late!”
Paul: “I didn’t wake you up because you aren’t going today”
Taylor: “Paul! Whyy?” I whined.
Paul: “because you are sick”
Taylor: “No I’m not”
Paul: “Yes you are, Demi told me you were throwing up last night” UGH DEMI!
Taylor: “she’s lying”
Paul: “no she’s not, you are.” He said glaring at me. “I thought you were sick yesterday, but I wasn’t sure…”
Taylor: “I’m fine. I don’t want to be sick”
Paul: “nobody wants to be sick Taylor” he said pulling me into a hug. I pouted and leaned into him and closed my eyes. I feel like crap. “you are so warm, I think you have a fever”
Taylor: “It’s just from being in the blankets for so long”
Paul: “I don’t think so kid. Why don’t you lay back down”
Taylor: “don’t wanna” I mumbled. he sighed
Paul: “stop being so stubborn” he said turning me and smacking my bottom.
Taylor: “ow!” I whined.
Paul: “that didn’t hurt… but if you don’t get in that bed, I’ll make it hurt”
Taylor: “you are mean” I mumbled, climbing back into bed. he walked over and rubbed my back
Paul: “if you are anywhere near as sick as we were, you are going to need your rest buddy… I need go get the thermometer, because you are burning up. is there anything else I can get for you? are you hungry?”
Taylor: “No” I mumbled. he nodded and left the room. Usually I would be really happy to get to skip school, but not when I was sick! I absolutely HATE staying home sick. It’s boring, and our parents think we need to suddenly be confined to our freaking beds. I hate every second of it… although right now I am still pretty sleepy, so the bed seems really nice. Paul came back in with a cup of water, some medicine, and a thermometer. He placed the cup and the medicine down, and then he came over to me.
Paul: “sit up Taylor”
Taylor: “no”
Paul: “please? I need to take your temperature, then you need to take that, it’ll be easier if you sit up… or at least turn your head”
Taylor: “fuck you” I mumbled quietly. I knew he heard me, because he landed a really hard smack on my bottom that made me jump.
Paul: “open your mouth!” he said irritated. I decided not to listen, and I glared at him instead. I don’t know why I’m trying to get myself into trouble right now. I guess it doesn’t really matter, because I know he is going to spank me for saying that word, and I really just feel like being a brat right now, I guess. “you won’t let me use this one? Fine” he said turning and storming out of the room.
Taylor: “UGH!” I buried my face back into my pillow, and when that didn’t make me feel better, I grabbed the pillow and I threw it across the room. And then I kicked the blankets off of the bed, and then I just laid there annoyed for a few minutes until he came back.
Paul: “aren’t you too old to be throwing fits?” he said grabbing my pillows and blankets off the floor and placing them on the other end of the bed. I rolled my eyes and I ignored him until he started tugging on my pajama pants… I gasped and grabbed my pants to try to hold them up. “since you want to act like a baby, I’m taking your temperature like one” I looked at him confused, and that’s when I saw a jar of Vaseline in his hand, and a different kind of thermometer in his hand. I quickly rolled over, which caused a new wave a nausea to hit me… I looked at him with wide eyes and shook my head no. “turn around”
Taylor: “No! I’ll let you check it the other way!”
Paul: “Too late, I’m checking it this way now, it’s probably more accurate anyway”
Taylor: “Paul… no, please?”
Paul: “turn your butt around, now” he said sternly.
Taylor: “I don’t want that in my butt!” I whined, my face turning red in embarrassment.
Paul: “you should have listened then” he tried to get me to turn around, but I kicked at him. he shook his head and he opened the jar of Vaseline and then he put some of it on the thermometer. And I just watched him with wide eyes as he put it down on top of the jar on the end table. and then he grabbed me, and I tried really hard to get away, but he pulled my pajama pants and my boxers down, and then he grabbed my ankles and he pushed them up all the way, so that my legs were up by my chest, and my feet were up in the air and my butt and everything was super exposed, so it looked like he was about to put a diaper on me.
Taylor: “nooo! Let me go!” this is SUCH an embarrassing position to be forced into! EVEERYTHING IS SHOWING! I tried so hard to get away, but Paul was holding me tight and I couldn’t. So I reached in between my legs to try to cover my penis AND my butthole. But Paul got both of my ankles in just one of his hands and then he smacked my hand hard. And then he started spanking me really hard. “OWWW! OW! OWW! PAULLL! Stoopp! OWW!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oh my gosh! I did NOT expect my morning to go this way! not only is this super humiliating, because of all my privates on full display, but it also hurts a lot! This is by far the worst position I have ever been spanked in! SMACK SMACK SMACK!! “I’m so sorry! I’ll listenn now! I promiseee” he kept spanking me until my butt was bright red, and I was crying.
Paul: “You know better then to use that kind of language! And I don’t care if you are sick or not, you will do what I tell you to do!” he said landing one last hard smack onto my butt.
Taylor: “y-yes s-sirr” I cried out. he reached over and he grabbed the thermometer and then he pushed my ankles even more over my head.
Paul: “try to relax” he said softly
Taylor: “pleasee don’t t-taake it t-that w-way” I begged. he ignored me though, and soon I felt the wetness from the Vaseline on my hole, and I squeezed my eyes closed as he pushed it in. it didn’t hurt or anything, it just felt very weird, and I don’t like it at all. I made a whiney sound and wiggled a little.
Paul: “Taylor, stay still!”
Taylor: “h-how longg d-does it take”
Paul: “a couple minutes… the other one would have been faster”
Taylor: “I d-don’t likee i-it!”
Paul: “well if you would have listened, you wouldn’t have to do it this way” I laid there crying and trying to stay as still as possible, which wasn’t easy until he was done. He finally slid it out, which felt just as weird as it felt when he put it in, and then he let go of my legs, and I yelped when my butt touched the bed. he sighed
Paul: “you have a very high temperature, just as I expected” I pouted and got up out of bed and I pulled my boxers and pajama pants back up, and he pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry you got sick”
Taylor: “I h-hate being s-siick”
Paul: “I know… you’ll be okay, just lots of rest”
Taylor: “I don’t wanna” he kissed my head.
Paul: “that’s too bad” I bit my lip and buried my face into his chest. He let me hug him for a few minutes, but eventually I pulled away
Taylor: “I’m… I gotta…” I clamped my hands over my mouth, and I ran from the room, and I made it into the bathroom just in time to puke into the toilet. Ugh. I have a sore bottom, I’m so embarrassed, and on top of that I’m so sick! After I was done, I stood up and flushed the toilet, and I brushed my teeth again, before going back to the guest room. Paul wasn’t there anymore, but he came in a few minutes later and he had me take some medicine.
Taylor: “c-can I go back to bed?” he nodded.
Paul: “yes, I want you to rest as much as you can. When you wake up, I’ll make you something to eat” I nodded, and I grabbed the pillow and I climbed into bed. Paul tried to cover me up, but I immediately kicked off the blanket.
Taylor: “it’s hot” I mumbled. he rolled his eyes and leaned down and kissed my head.
Paul: “I love you, I’m sorry I had to spank you”
Taylor: “I l-love you too, I’m s-sorry I was b-being a brat”
Paul: “it’s okay, just get some rest and feel better… and your blankets right here next to you, in case you get cold” I nodded, and I closed my eyes.