My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 13/Part 4: The Most Hated Double Punishment

Joanie's POV:

Wow, I'm shaking. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I'm not excited for this at all, and I wanna give this up, but I can't. I've gotta follow through with my point or else no one will take me seriously. I'm seventeen. Almost an adult. A role model. I've gotta step up my game here. For Bobby and Spike. They need this from me. To show them they can't just walk all over me or get away with shit, especially not heavy shit like stealing fireworks. But it's like I'm watching myself, out of body, ya know? I'm in another world. I somehow see the hairbrush in my hand, Little Bobby on my lap, and me on the couch. All at once. It's a strange feeling. It's like I completely forgot that Chachi and Richie are here watching. It's just me the punisher and poor Bobby waiting to be punished, with Fonzie and Spike on the other end of the couch. I must be a very mean person if I can do this. But Fonzie seems to be proud of me. This is weird.

Oh well. Here it goes.

But then Bobby starts screaming. "I want Chachi! Let Chachi do it!"

Why him? Why Chachi of all people? I can handle this just as good as him, or better.

In response to the little twerp's complaints, I hold him tighter, making sure he doesn't try to escape. Maybe this is just his way of stalling.

Without my brain processing, I hear Fonzie say, "let's start," and suddenly my hand with the brush just starts clobbering Bobby's ass, sort of like what I do with the bullies' faces at school when they don't shut up. I was going to just leave his trunks on to save him some embarrassment, but Richie had insisted the spanking needed to be bare, so off they came. I can feel my own face going red. It's almost like my body is used to being on the receiving end of this and expects me to be embarrassed. Or maybe I'm embarrassed for Bobby's sake. Ugh. Whatever it is, this sucks.

I hear Fonzie tell me to "pick up the pace" about fifteen whacks in, but Bobby is already balling. I'm not sure I can do this anymore. How could I do this to him? I seriously hate myself right now. I would stop because I think he's learned his lesson, and I'm supposed to be his cool Aunty, but I know both Fonzie and Richie would be disappointed in me and lose trust in me, probably never letting me be in charge of the kids again. I don't feel so cool right now. I wouldn't be surprised if Lil B didn't talk to me after this. I wouldn't if I was him.

This is horrible. His crying just keeps getting more painful to hear. Louder and longer. I'm supposed to be there to make the crying stop. And I'm just making it much worse. I need to turn my brain off or I swear I'm gonna quit and run away. Torture. Just plain torture.

Bobby's POV:

This isn't fair! I wanted Chachi to do it! It's weird that Joanie's doing it. We're s'posed to be buddies. She's always my buddy. Buddies can't spank each other. No way. Why? This is wrong. She's my buddy. I wanna scream at her to stop 'caus she's too little to be doing this to me. But Daddy says it's okay. I don't understand. Why is this okay?! She's a kid too! And I like her, well, used to. Now she's just mean. Mean like grownups are. Grownups don't let me have a say. Joanie always wanted to hear what I have to say. But now she's just like them. Just a big, stupid grownup. And I'm scared that she's gonna break my butt 'caus she hits just as hard as Daddy, maybe even worse. And I'm sad. I don't have a friend no more. I wanna hide somewhere. This is what Spike says—it's 'barrassing. Very 'barrassing. Joanie's not supposed to do this. Only Daddy and Richie and Chachi. Joanie can't be my friend no more. Not when she does this stuff. She's such a bully. Not a friend. I hate her! And Richie hates me 'caus he doesn't wanna deal with me no more. Won't even talk to me about how bad I was, like he used to. It's like I don't exist to him.

Joanie's POV:

Wow. It seemed like forever, but I'm finally done. My arm hurts. Bobby's ass probably hurts. A lot. My head hurts 'caus I'm hearing loud sobs coming from every direction, from both boys. My chest hurts 'caus I wanna cry along with Bobby. I haven't seen him cry this much, ever. And I wanna pick him up and hold him. I try to. I replace his trunks and try to rub his red butt to get the sting out, but instead, he runs away from me and into Chachi's arms. That hurts. He trusted me, and now, well, apparently now he doesn't. I thought he'd understand that since he disobeyed me, I should be the one to discipline him. Where's the disconnect?