The Good times & the Bad-Stylik Family (spanking)

chapter 17

This idea came to me when I was at dinner *this happened to another family minus the *spanking*

This is the only story that i'll still do in POV's.

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ZAYN'S POV: 

"C'mon boys. Get up! We're going out to eat!" I hollered from the stairs.

"YAYYY FOOOD!" Niall came running down the stairs almost making me fall.

Luckily, I caught myself before I fell.

"Niall, no running." I scolded. 

"Sorry papa." Niall mumbled before giving me a hug. 

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After I gave Louis 5 smacks to his bottom, Louis came running down the stairs not wanting anymore.

Liam was already down so we got all ready to go.

"Now, I want you boys to behave while we're in the resteraunt. No fighting, and no complaining. Good?" I asked my 3 boys while backing up to go to the resteraunt.

The boys nodded and I smiled. 

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"Louis, please put your phone away." I said as nicely as I could. We had gotten to the place in no time and got seated in less than 5 minutes. 

"Liam, Niall can you please put your ipods away for me?" I asked my other two boys hoping they'd cooperate. Liam and Niall nodded giving their ipods to Harry.

"Ugh but papa.." Louis whined. I turned my head back toward Louis.

"Now Louis." I said firmly. Louis rolled his eyes and continued to be on it with his eyes glued to the screen.

"Louis, I believe papa said put away your phone." Harry said looking at Louis sternly. 

"Nooo." Louis whined. Louis crossed his arms and started whining like a 5 year old.

"Louis William Stylik, by the count of 3 if I don't see it away, you and I will have some major problems." I hissed in Louis' ear hoping he'd get the message.

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Louis' POV:

"1,2..Louis, don't make me get to 3." Papa warned. 

"Louis, just put your phone away." Niall whispered.

"Shut up loser." I yelled making people turn around and stare.

Niall started crying and got out of his chair to daddy.

"3..give me the phone." Papa said now angry. I shook my head, holding my phone to my chest.

"Do not make it worse as it is. Give it to me now." Papa whispered in my ear. When I didn't give in, Papa yanked it out of my hands sliding it in his back pocket and gripped my arm.  

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"No Papa, please i'm sorry!" I cried as I was getting dragged out of the resteraunt and to our car.

"I do not want to hear it Louis." Papa said before bending me over the car and yanking down my jeans with my boxers.

When I saw where we were, I completely freaked. Before Papa could put his hand on me, I leaped out and jumped into the car hiding under the seats.

"LOUIS WILLIAM STYLIK, GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Papa barked.

"N-NO, please don't do it in public. P-Please." I practically begged.