My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 13/Part 3: Trouble Comes in Twos (TW: spanking)

Joanie's POV:

C'mon, this is getting ridiculous. I checked on the boys just prior to going to the bathroom. I explicitly told them to stay put, and I just had to pee, pee at my dad's store bathroom just across the street. How hard is it to get lost in a gated swimming pool? I'm so frustrated, I could scream. Now someone's gonna kill me for losing them. It's either gonna be Richie or Fonzie, whoever gets to me first. I hope it's Fonzie because he's surprisingly the lighter punisher, probably because he's got a soft spot for me. He says he hates to see me cry. He is a softy. Richie doesn't quite have that same admiration of me. Since I've gotten older, my parents tend to let my brother deal with me, thinking he can be my role model or something. It's stupid. I honestly should've invited Chachi with us to the pool for extra eyes but he's working at my dad's store right now...Oh...that's an idea. It is possible that those two ass pains followed me. Wouldn't hurt to go back and look.

Bobby's POV:

I told Spikey we should stay and obey Joanie but he said that it would be safer to follow her to the bathroom, so I just went with it. And it was getting a little boring at the pool 'caus Joanie didn't wanna play sharks and minnows with us, plus we didn't have enough people to play chicken. You need at least four for that game. It sucks that Chachi had to work today. He would've been fun—but also because he's the one who caught us in the store. I really wish he didn't work today.

And we had to hide from Joanie because Spike dared me to start taking the gum balls from the candy jar on the counter to see how many I could stuff in my mouth. I got six in before Chachi turned around and saw us, grabbing us real tight around our arms. And then of course, Chachi would have to tell Mr. C, who was working in the back office. Thankfully, Joanie didn't see us right then, but I'm scared Mr. C won't be very happy.

Spike's POV:

Well, that went well. Now my arms and my ears hurt. And my ass. Chachi literally flung me and Bobby at Mr. C by our arms, and Mr. C basically strip searched us, leading us to the middle of his office by our ears. Made us take our trunks off so we're completely naked in the back of his store. And what's worse is he gave us each a loud spanking with his hand while we stood in front of Chachi. The spanking must've been loud enough for Joanie to hear because she came racing in. Plus Bobby's wailing apologies didn't help. Chachi and Joanie didn't even blink, just stared with their arms crossed. They're pissed too, and probably enjoying the show. Sadists. It took everything in me not to make a face. I refuse to make a face when people are staring like that. So I glared at Chachi and he just glared back. The snitch. Bobby was the one who pitched a fit. I guess he is only nine. But I know for a fact that we won't be getting off easy, mostly because, in the strip search, Mr. C found that I took more than just candy. I also took a few fireworks. I think that's what gave us the spankings in the first place, him saying it was "dangerous" and shit. Whatever. I'm thirteen now, even if Fonzie thinks I'm one year old because of only having one "real" birthday. He teases me about that all the time, thinking it's funny. He needs to "sit on it."

Now Mr. C is having Chachi drag us home. Joanie is too fed up with us, so she sits silently in the front seat, still staring at us, but now through the windshield mirror. While Chachi gives us an earful about how we could've made him lose his job and look bad in front of Mr. C. He then goes on and on about how he should give us another hiding for being disrespectful to his girlfriend, as well as to him. It's so annoying. And I know for a fact that we won't be getting off easy with Dad either. I mean Fonzie. I won't be able to sit for days. And I know I'm gonna get it far worse than Bobby 'caus he's the younger one, and I was sort of the leader. I'm not gonna admit that though. Not over my dead body. The only thing I feel bad about is that I'm getting Bobby in trouble too. Believe it or not, I actually hate hearing the kiddo cry. I don't think I'm a horrible big brother, but Fonzie might think different.