Raising Robins

Burning Bottoms

There was an unspoken rule that each boy gave the others privacy. Being in the Cave with nothing below-the-belt so to say, was humiliating, so Bruce allowed the boys to wait in the locker room and then shower after their spanking.

Tim took a seat with Jason and Dick on a bench as they waited to hear how Damian did. Damian stripped off his Robin suit and pulled down his briefs before stepping out. He folded them, nicely, to stall for time before he took off his cape and tunic and was directed over Bruce's lap.

"What you did tonight was reckless." Bruce said.

"I know." Damian said. He refused to apologize. Bruce noticed.

He rolled up the sleeve of his undershirt and popped the kid's bottom a few times, while Alfred worked on the controls. He was handling the situation with the GCPD through a headset and tracking a few points on a map remotely. It was supposed to be Bruce's job, but he'd be busy for about an hour. Alfred would have to update him.

After about two minutes, it occurred to Damian that his father had never swatted this hard during an actual spanking. Sure, sometimes when Damian didn't eat his dinner, he'd get a couple of hard smacks, but this? This was unordinary. Every minute or so, Alfred would look over and Damian would be preoccupied, having his bottom worn out and crying. He could tell that it was harder than usual, too. At about five minutes in, Bruce locked Damian's kicking legs between his knees and lifted his hips higher, smacking just at the top of Damian's thighs: The sit-spots. Damian tried to clamp his legs closed, and push himself off of his father's lap, which made the spanking harder. At eight minutes, Damian was sure that he could not take it anymore, and he still had three minutes to go.

Bruce lectured about the dangers of leaving. That the kids could as well have ended up dead and did he want to be dead?

"Feels like you're killing me now!" Damian cried.

"I don't kill." Bruce said.

Tim and his brothers were listening in.

"Dude- I think he's had enough." Tim said, feeling remorse for his kid-brother.

Dick was shaking his leg. "Jay and I will take care of him when he comes to the showers."

Jason was covering his face and muttering something. Dick asked him to speak up. Jay uncovered his face. "He's gonna get out sit-spots. We have school tomorrow."

Dick sighed. "I have work. I'm nineteen and I live at home and get spankings. I'm fucked. I gotta move out and soon."

"Take me with you." Tim groaned, plopping back onto the wooden bench. Bruce let Damian up and gave a final swat. He had his palms slapped a few times for trying to interfere with the spanking.

Tim was sent out next. Dick and Jason didn't listen to the lecture, because Jason was turning one of the shower faucets on and Dick was soothing Damian.

"Let's see?" Dick said, turning Damian around.

"Is it bad?" Damian asked.

Yes.

"No." Dick said. "Dad doesn't leave bruises with his hand, but it's up there. Go stick yourself under some water and wash up."

Jason came back and paced around, while Damian tried to figure out what to do in the shower. He crouched because he couldn't sit and he didn't want to stand. He let water pour over his head. At least the Cave had good water pressure and it wasn't set to be too hot.

With dread, Tim pulled down his pants and gripped the edge of the table. It was fifteen swats just to start. Three more for endangering his three brothers with him. Three for lying. And one for disrespect.

Tim held his breath the whole time- well, that was his plan, but he had never had a swat at full force and the crack across his bottom was absolutely insane. Tim screamed. He tried to cover his rear, but Bruce told him to put his hands on the briefing table before he got another. His father went only to five. It covered his whole bottom with three and his upper thighs and just below his cheeks with the last two.

He didn't cry, but he was howling in pain, practically. He only got five because Alfred was standing behind Bruce, arms crossed, and deemed it enough at that point. Tim limped off and Jason was next.

"Dude. He OBLITERATED me." Tim said. "Dad said he's had worse, but I think that's the worst he's given." 

"Jesus Fuck." Dick muttered. "That's what the belt looks like."

"Sucks for you if THAT's where Dad's starting." Jason told Dick.

Tim hit the showers and turned on the water. He didn't need comforting from Damian, but apparently Damian needed comforting, because the kid was still crying.

Tim stared at the faucet above him. "I'm not hugging you while I'm naked."

"I'm not letting you hug me, even when I'm dead." Damian cried. Ah, yes, still attitude. 

Tim walked over to Damian's faucet and turned it colder. "Stick your butt in it. It'll stop the burn faster."

The number was set: Jason was set to take seven. Bruce cracked the first smack across Jason's bottom.

"FUCK, Dad. You're gonna break it on me."

"That's what Tim said." Bruce replied. "Get back in position."

Jason had never had his thighs smacked and worried that somehow it would hit his... equipment. Bruce assured not and finished up- four to the thighs and one more to the bottom.

The last one was the hardest and all Jason could say was "I'm sorry, Dad!" HE sniffed and blinked back tears before leaving to hit the showers.

Dick thought that he was going to absolutely vomit from the anxiety, but took off his suit and walked out after Jason. 

"I ordered you to stay home." Bruce said. "And keep your brothers safe."

"I didn't know that I was a target..." Dick trailed off. "That criminals were looking for you."

"Criminals are always looking for me, Richard. You're taking ten."

Solemnly, Dick nodded and bent over a metal chair. He had a tendency to break and bend at the knees and that was the last thing that he wanted to do.

He cried on the third swing, but not loudly. When the belt lifted his bottom up and his thighs were hit- he realized he wouldn't be sitting at his desk tomorrow. Deep in thought, he forgot to prepare for the fourth and buckled at the knees.

"I'm up- I'm up." Dick said, righting himself and taking the last six.

He was dismissed to the showers. When the boys were in the elevators, they were dressed in boxers and undershirts. They filed out and went to their rooms. It was going to be a long night. Damian slept in Dick's bed and snuggled under his brother's arms. Around midnight, Jason took Dick's couch, and brought Tim, who tossed two ice packs Alfred made to the oldest and youngest brother. Dick was on his stomach and nudged Damian. He tucked them into his little brother's diaper and they all slept on their stomachs.

When the sun came up, Bruce was at Dick's door.

"I don't want this to EVER happen again as much as you don't. Am I understood?"

"Do I have to go to school?" Damian asked.

Bruce sighed. "I'm off work with a concussion. You all get a day off. Richard, take a sick day. Don't do this again. I'm sorry it came to this." He paused. "But know that I love you and I could never lose you to a life of crimefighting. A spanking is on YOU. But if one of you died- that's on ME."

"I already died once. Can attest- not fun." Jason muttered.

Bruce came in and pulled the shades closed, where a beam of light was streaming through the room. "Get some sleep." He said, before walking out, closing the door, and feeling like the most worthless father in history.