5 boys +1

A week at Nona's !

Author's note: this is the second part of a week at Nona's. hope you like it, loves !

Age: 8

Nathan's pov

I walk down the hall, to Jay's bedroom. Along the way, I think about how to save my relationship with kayleigh. Lucy sent her a really odd prank text. I don't know if she'll find it funny, or not. This is what Lucy sent her: picack ! Picack ! Polly wants a cracker ! Pass me the mustard ! God save the queen ! Weirdest but awesomest prank text ever. Only something my eight year old niece would come up with. I'll definitely have to use it, that is if I survive being dealt with. Have I ever mentioned that Jay hits hard ? If not, let me mention that my brother hits hard ! I hear footsteps, and decide to get in the corner. I just barely make it. Jay, of course, walks in. I'm not bare, though. You can bet your boots that makes him happy. Not. He walks over to me, and swats me really hard.

He says "Nathan. I thought I told you to be bare in the corner ?"

I sass "did you ? No, of course not."

Not my brightest idea, it makes jay a lot madder. Yipes !

Jay's pov

He so did not just do that. Nathan so did not just sass me. He's so busted. I figure a date with a belt will fix his smart mouth.

I tell him "Nathan, I wasn't gonna do this, but now I am. Sassing me wasn't your brightest idea, bud."

Nathan protests "but bubba I -"

I cut him off "nope, no buts. Bend now."

Nathan shocks me. He does as asked, without arguing. I lay a hand on his back, then pull my belt off.

I instruct "hands, now."

He does as asked, shocking me again. I pin his hands to his back, normally I'd only do it if he refused to cooperate. I do it this time first, because I'm using a belt. I don't want to hurt my baby brother any worse. If he reaches back, I could accidentally hit his hands, I most definitely don't want to do that. I start, and Nathan lets out a squeal. I wonder if he knows that when he's receiving a spanking he sounds a lot like a little boy. He sounds like a little boy that's getting his bottom spanked. Which if you think about is exactly what he is. Nathan would beg to differ, but at sixteen, he is a little boy. I lay the last ones down hard and fast. I end it at twenty - five. Nathan is sobbing. I pull him up into my arms, and he cries into my neck. I carry Nathan downstairs, where everybody's waiting. We pack the car, then make the two hour drive to my mother's house.

Author's note: this chapter isn't quite over yet, loves ! I'll post the rest later !