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Chapter 4: A First for Everything

"Fuck you." And Liam's blood boiled.

"Excuse me?" Liam stated dangerously. "I don't have to show you repect if I don't want to. You aren't my dad." Liam grabbed the boys wrist and lead him to stand in front of him.

"I know I'm not your father, but at this point, you are under my roof and and under my supervison. So you will show me and your brother some respect. We are currently in charge of keeping you safe. If spanking you 10 times a day is what it takes for you to listen, than I guess that is just what it is going to be. Guess what though, you've just earned yourself your first."

With that, Liam flipped him over his lap, making sure to lock his legs down immediately to minimize the squirming.  "Hey, you can't do this! I will call the cops and have you arrested! This is child abuse!" Ignoring his threats, he put pressure on his back to keep him from bucking.

"Bently, do you know the difference between a beating and a spanking?" Bently tried to kick. "There is none. You're just like my dad!" He yelled hitting Liam in the leg. His only defence at the moment.

"Bently, listen to me." After a minute of striaght hitting he slapped the boys backside once and Bently stopped and hissed. "The difference is, in a beating, there really is no good reason to be hitting you, it doesn't matter if you leave bruises, and it doesn't matter where you are being hit. A spanking is a form of discipline and if carried out correctly, works just fine. You don't leave bruises and I will always be open handed, no fists." Liam put down his hand on the boys thighs and the other on the top of his bottom.

"Do you feel that, bud?" Bently nodded and tried to shift. "That is the only place I'll be focused on. No where else. I don't like doing this to you but you need to learn. Do you understand?" Bently nodded again and Liam slapped the boys thigh just hard enough to prevoke a correct responce.

"Ow, yes sir." Liam nodded, and sighed. "Give me your hands. I have 9 other kids, kiddo. I know how this works." Bently shook his head but quicky learned differently.  5 hard smacks were delievered and his breath caught in his throat.

"Ok, ok, here." He whined childishly, pinning his own hands to his back and then he felt Liam's hand incase them both. "I'm not going to count. I'll go until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson." With that, heavy smacks were given and Bently howled.

"Ow, ow, okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop having an attitude. Stop, please." Liam steeled his heart, he was only 8 smacks in and the kids tone of voice held nothing but the hope of getting out of trouble.

"I said I was sorry. Stop." He tried his hardest to get his hands free but they wouldn't budge. "We've just started and your voice holds nothing but the tone of a petulent child trying to get himself out of trouble. Until I get a sincere apology and a promise that you will apogize to Zayn. This will continue." Bently sighed, going limp in Liam's arms and stuffing his face into the bed. "I don't even know what petulant means." He mumbled, hissing at a particularly hard smack to the thighs.

He didn't want to admit it but this was actually starting to hurt really bad and tears had pricked his eyes. This went on for a while, Bently thought, and tears had really started to fall by the time they had been 30 smacks in, but Bently wasn't ready to give up.

20 smacks later and Bently's facade had started to fall. "Liam, I'm sorry. I-I'll apologize to Zayn. I- AHH!" Liam attacked his thighs harder than earlier and then he stopped. "10 more, count them." Bently cried out at that. "No, you said you'd stop when I apologized. I did. Please let me up. This really hurts. Please." Bently started struggling to get up, cries almost turning to sobs.

"I never said anything about stopping. Now, you only have 10 more and then I'll let you up and we'll talk some more. Count." Finally, Bently let his gaurd down.

"I wanna go home!" He sobbed and Liam closed his eyes, trying and failing to steel his heart once more. Tears of his own welled up in his eyes. What the kid was feeling, it was completely understandable and he knew what it all felt like for himself, but he knew that, he didn't want Bently to go through the same shit he did so he continued.

SMACK He waited for the number but it never came. "Come on buddy. Don't make this any harder, please." He let go of his hands and they fell to his sides. Liam started rubbing his back. "O-one." He whispered, pulling his hands up to put his face into.

SMACK "Two."

SMACK "Three."

SMACK "F-f-four."

SMACK "OUCH, five."

SMACK Bently shook at the breath tried to take. "Please." He begged almost too soft to hear. "Come on, bud." Bently nodded, knowing he wasn't going to give in. "Six"

SMACK "Seven."

SMACK "eight."

SMACK SMACK "Nine, ten."

Bently sat there until he was calmed down and then he got up and wiped his eyes. "I- I didn't- I was just-" He sighed, he couldn't explain himself.

"Sit." He patted the spot beside him, looking a lot more leaned back than he was before. Thinking better than a smart remark, Bently sat, letting a soft cry leave his lips.

"What is going on inside that little head of yours, hm?" Bently shook his head with disgust towards himself. "I miss him and I don't know why. All he did was make my life a living hell." Liam nodded, expecting an answer like that.

"That's normal, Bently. He was the only one you ever knew your whole life. Beaten or not, he was the only one you ever knew and, trust me, that is hard to let go. I realize that it takes time but there are other ways to get your feelings out than to be a jerk to everyone else."

Bently nodded and sighed. "I'm sorry." Liam nodded and stood up with a small smile. "You probably hate me at the moment but you will be eating with us tonight. You have no sense of what you need to eat so I will help. I'll leave you alone until then." Bently nodded, whatching him go but he stopped him when he was at the door.

"Liam?" Liam turned his head slightly, hand on the door frame. "I don't hate you." Liam smiled bigger with those words. "That's nice to hear, bud." With that, he left to go make Zayn's promised tea.