Prank Night Fall Out

37. Maybe

Pairing: Mason/Tyler (M/m) yardstick, hand

Elijah/Rebekah (M/f) (hand) abusive

Finn/Elijah (M/M) hair brush, wooden spoon

(Trigger warning for abusive physical discipline.)

Lockwood Mansion

Mason's Bedroom

Mason had been in his room while Carol was giving his nephew his first real spanking from her. That made him chuckle a little. His mother, her late mother-in-law, had not been afraid to give her boys a whack or too when they earned it or even a slap on the mouth when they "got fresh" with her.

Mason didn't care for that and liked that Carol tried to listen to Tyler's side of things. Yet....when Mason overheard some of the offenses that Tyler was engaging in around the house, he himself felt a little ashamed that he hadn't been more strict on his wild nephew. Sports and exercise always helped Mason vent some of his innate werewolf anger, but it was never completely enough in high school It was probably an unhealthy fear of his own father that caused him to avoid serious trouble with the law and other people. The elder Lockwood had taken his role as mayor and council member seriously and didn't want his sons to ever embarrass him or bring shame on the family name. But after Mason got access to his trust fund at 21, he had felt free and blew it. Every damn penny. Then, he met Kathy while living in Florida and thought he hit the jackpot.

Now all Mason had was his sister-in-law and his nephew. He wanted to do right by both of them. Still holding the polished yardstick Carol had handed him, Mason was making his way to the kitchen. He passed Tyler's room and thought to check that he was indeed cleaning his room as Carol instructed. Tyler's door was slightly ajar, Mason knocked and pushed it open. Tyler was on the phone, laughing and pacing around the still messy room.

"Hey, Uncle Mason, I was going to head to Caroline's house," Tyler explained with a grin.

Mason looked at the well-muscled teens' bedroom and said, "Maybe after you clean up this room like your mom asked." He put a heavy emphasize on the word 'maybe.'

Tyler bristled and put a hand over the speaker, "I can clean later. I really need to make things up to Care."

"Hang up," Mason said evenly. "I need to make some things clear to you."

Tyler scoffed, "Care, I gotta go. My uncle is being a dick. I'll see you in ten minutes."

Mason's eyes widened at the recently spanked boy's boldness.

"You want to repeat that, young man?" Mason asked sternly.

Tyler laughed, "Oh, come on. I was just kidding. But really, I have all weekend to clean up. Caroline and I will have her mom's house to ourselves. Uncle Mason, you know what I need!"

Mason took the four steps over to Tyler and grabbed his arm, "I think you need another tanning. I guess your mama's licking didn't get through to you." Tyler gasped and tried to pull away. Mason sat on the bed and pushed Tyler down firmly over his left knee and locked him with his right. He pulled down the nylon basketball shorts and saw that Tyler was still wearing his jockstrap underneath.

Tyler stopped struggling for a moment to laugh, "Okay, Mason, jokes over. I get it. You are stronger than me and can whup my butt. I cry 'uncle.'"

Mason awkwardly walloped Tyler with the flat piece of wooden yardstick as hard as he could manage on his bared white buttocks. Thwap! A pink stripe was left.

"Owwwwww! Goddamn it, that stung. I just got a spanking. I'm still tender back there," Tyler hollered.

Thwap!