Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

Letter to the lost

„That's bullshit!"

SMACK!

Dean was seething. „ Watch. Your. Language. One more time and you're getting a full tour."

You know that feeling when nothing's going your way? When you're trying, really trying, and you still can't get anything right? Jamie knew it. Oooh, and how he hated it. First he almost broke his leg riding on the bike too fast. And yeah, okay, that was his fault. He knew he shouldn't have driven that fast. But he payed for that! He got a lecture of his life from Oliver, and than it was Dean who spanked him. Dean! I mean, yeah, it was him he disobeyed in the first place, but c'mon! Guy had hands like a fucking Thor! And, on top of it all, he grounded him!

„For seven days, you said, well this is the seventh day! It should expire tonight!"

„No, it shouldn't. Stop playing dumb." Dean's nerves were getting dangerously thin. He walked in the kitchen with Jamie still on his heels. Damon, Oliver and Grant stopped talking as they entered the room.

„Dean! Our concert is tonight! I can't miss it, we've been planning it for months!"

„Not my problem!" Dean whipped around, pointing a finger at blond's face. „Now you better stop this right now. I'm sick of hearing this!"

„De.."

„NO!" Dean yelled. Oliver and Grant stared at him. Damon flinched, mostly out of instinct. Dean got into an 18-year-olds personal space, pushing a finger at his chest. His face looked red with fury. „You've been following me around for last four hours, Jamie. So, if you haven't make it out yet, let me break it down to you. You. Are. No. Going. Anywhere. Today!!"

He poked with a finger in time with every word he pronounced. Jamie clenched his fists. How is it possible I feel so angry I could strangle him, yet I'm too scared to even say something back?

„Do you understand me?" He whispered once Jamie's back was pressed into a wall.

Blonde gulped. „Yes, sir." He backpedalled out of the room as soon as possible.

„Well, that was...intense." Damon stated, dodging a second later. Oliver still managed to smack one part of his head. Damon held his head, groaning.

„Rude." He pouted. Oliver snorted, hitting him with a handfull of flour. „Shut up. Go help Grant before he manages to mix himself into a pizza dough."

Damon laughed, but smile froze on his face when he turned to youngest Johnson in the room.

„...How?" He whined. Grant just smiled shepishly. His teeth, same as the rest of his body, were for the most part covered in dough. Damon groaned. I should've just kept my mouth shut.

On the other side of house, Jamie was pacing up and down his bedroom.

„Pick up, you moron..." He whispered, clutching the phone closer to his ear. He was going to kill Alec if he doesn't answer him again.

Why do you even have the phone if you're not answering when I call you??

Thankfully, mercifully, Alec picked up the call.

„Heeey, man." He greeted awkwardly.

„Don't you 'hey' me, Al! Learn to pick up the bloody phone!"