My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 10/Part 4: Spike and my Surprise (TW: spanking)

Fonzie's POV:

So, here's the thing. I keep thinkin' about Spike. In fact, I barely slept a wink last night because of it, and I feel like his acting out is my fault. His mom actually called me today and told me to have a talk with him about his behavior lately, since he came home in the middle of the night. She thinks I could straighten him out before he one day gets thrown in jail like his dad. Sadly, the poor kid's dad got into some gang banging and nearly killed someone with his car. Anyway, so now it's up to me to get him in the right direction. Unfortunately, I'm a poor excuse for a role model, but hey, that's life.

So here I am, knocking on his door instead of going into work like I should be. At least Bobby is at school. One less kid to worry about. He really should be at school too, but since his dad got arrested, he thinks he can do whatever the hell he feels. 

"Spike, open up. It's Fonzie." 

It takes three pops on the door before my patience wears thin, and I decide to let myself in. Spike is his own kind of rebel. Not only does he do what he feels, but he makes sure everyone else stays out of his way while he does it. That's gonna stop today if I can help it.

I search everywhere in his apartment, and I finally find him in his closet, looking at dirty magazines. Can't say I'm surprised. With a great amount of annoyance, I swing him over my shoulder, despite his protests. Then I set him on his bed and sit next to him.

"C'mon, Fonzie! It was just about to get good!"

"Dude, that ain't cool. Skipping school like that and making your mom go crazy. You don't wanna end up like me." I grab the magazine from his grip, roll it, and smack him upside the head with it. He groans.

"She don't care. All she cares about is making money. She don't pay me no mind."

"Well, she should. When was the last time you been in school?"

Spike pauses to think. "Like, maybe January."

I sigh. "It's March. Almost April."

"So?"

"So, you're going to school. And I'm gonna take you there once I get it through your head the changes that need to happen with you."

"What does that mean? You can't make me do nothing. I'm a man."

"No, you're a pipsqueak, not able to pour his own cereal. You should be in the sixth grade, tops. Now here's what's gonna happen–your mom's letting me take you in. You're gonna learn, and learn fast, how to be a model citizen. And today, starting right now, I'm gonna straighten you out, starting with a spanking. How's that sound?" 

I wait for him to respond.

He's shell shocked. I think I scared him good already, and I've barely touched him. I pinch his ear. "Are you hearing me or what?"

He tries to pull away, but I only pinch tighter. "Yes, I hear you," He screams. "Let go!"

I do, except it only leads to me grabbing his arm so he doesn't escape.

"You can't control me. I'm gonna do what I please 'caus that's what my parents say. That's what works, how I get what I want. And hey, that's what works for you too. You get that. You're the Fonz, Fonz. And you're too cool to spank me. Plus, we're basically the same age."

I laugh in his serious face. "Abso-tivo-lutely not! You're a quarter my age and a total brat. You need a manly adult in your life, since your old man's gone. And I guess it'll have to be me."

"Why? Why you?"

"'Caus I'm willing to do the time. I'm willing to put up with you. You need it. Badly."

"But you can't touch me. You're not my dad."

"Oh, I'm gonna be better than a deadbeat dad, kid. I'm gonna show you what it takes to really live. This skipping school business ain't gonna get you places. I'll show you what will. But first–" I give the kid zero warning before I tip him over my knee. I know this'll work for him. It makes him actually think for once, breaks down his stubborn front.

"No, Fonzie, please! I won't drink again, I promise!"

"Sit on it, Spike. Just take the punishment." With that, I take his pants and undies down, and I wind my hand back as far as it'll go. I know he's gonna need more than I've ever given Bobby. This kid's different. Way more of a challenge. Heck, he might even need a brush or–I hope not a belt.

"No, Fonzie! Stop!"

"No one tells the Fonz to stop. Wrong move." CRASH. My hand lands with a crack on his right cheek. And another on his left. He's never had one of these in his life. It's about time. "Is it warm enough yet?"

"No, no!"

"Didn't think it was. Here, hold still, and I'll fix that." I go real fast and direct on his thighs, making his legs kick with quite a fierceness. I've never heard this kid cry before. Just little whimpers for now, and I start to feel bad. He really looks more tough than he lets on. Reminds me of me. And he hasn't had anyone to discipline him or care about him–probably ever. Very sad. "Okay, little buddy, not too much longer." I decide to not take forever and instead do a few very heavy ones to each area before calling it quits. You'd think I'd have murdered the poor kid. Wailing like crazy.

"You did a good job, Spike. Hope you learned to respect me." I quickly yank his pants back up and let him cry into my neck. It's hard not to cry with him. What can I say? I've got a soft spot for kids.

I pat his back and rub it in circles until he calms down. "Spike, you're not a waste of time. You and me are gonna be doing lots more together. You can count on it."

Kid can't even say nothing. He just nods his head and gives me those big doe eyes. I kiss his temple and mess his hair. "We gotta get you to school. I'll introduce you to the principal."

I place him on the ground and let him get ready, but I soon realize that I've gotta help him step by step like he's three. Hasn't been to school in a while, I suspect. A while longer than a few months ago. 

I end up packing him his lunch in a brown bag, just a PB and J, then I slick back his hair with gel and make sure he's got his leather jacket. Gotta show everyone who's boss. Unfortunate thing is this kid's got no idea where his backpack is, so I'll have to send him in without one. I'm sure Miss Principal Higgins can fix him up one.

Principal Higgins. I doubt she'll like him since she knows how much she despises me. And we're basically the same person. Awe well. I can always charm her again.

It was pulling teeth to get this one to school. He hates me for it. I know that much. But lucky me, Principal Higgins is present and proper as ever. She'll know how to handle him. He can't be the worst she's seen.

I'm wrong. Been wrong a lot lately.

She gasps at me. Gasps so loud, it's like I'm the one who gave her a bad hair day. "Are you serious? You never bothered to school him until now? He'll have to start in the fourth grade. If he's lucky!"

"C'mon, he's too old for that. I'll make sure he does his homework and gets caught up. It can't be that bad!"

"You? Arthur Fonzarelli? Did you even finish school?"

Her piercing gaze is hard to lie to. "Well, no, but I passed the sixth grade with flying colors. I didn't start failing until tenth, then I quit."

"Oh, well, lucky Spike. He'll have a tutor who quit trying to succeed."

"Okay, that's a low ball, seriously. I can help him."

"No, if anyone should help him, it should be me."

I pause. Did she really say that? "You? Don't you want nothing to do with me?"

She coughs out the words. "Well, it's for Spike. I can tolerate you."

That should be a fun challenge. Her, at my place, helping. "Hmm, tolerate me. I can work with that."

She raises her eyebrows to the ceiling. "Mm hmm, sure. Well, don't get your hopes up on that one. I'm in this for Spike, not you."

"We'll see."