REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 1/P. 2: A Typical Day in the Turner Household

John turned over in bed to look at the clock. It was 6:45am, and he usually left for work around 7:00. Darn. I wanted to have that chat with Shawn...Oh well, I think he's learned his lesson. I hope he's up. He scrambled to get his professional clothes on, as well as fix his hair. "Eh, good enough for today," he said, glaring at his exhausted and disheveled appearance in the mirror. He yelled out his bedroom door. "Shawn! You up?" There wasn't a response. He sighed, annoyed. He made his way up to Shawn's bedroom and barged in, turning the light on. "Shawn, I hope you're up, 'caus we're gonna be late...Shawn?" His face contorted with panic. "Shawn!" Knocking on the bathroom door, he screamed for Shawn to open up, but there was still no response. He then jiggled the doorknob and opened the door.

A figure popped out from the shadows. "Gotcha!"

John flipped. He leaped into the bathroom sink, getting his trousers wet. "We do not have time for this, you knucklehead! We have to be out the door in ten minutes. Ugh. Now I have to go change. Thanks for that."

Shawn's face gleamed with satisfaction. "Well, I couldn't help myself," he said with a smirk. John's mouth turned up into a grin as he jumped on top of Shawn and began to wrestle him. "What are you doing? Stop! Stop!" Shawn yelled.

"It's called wrestling, and I'm winning."

"Nuh uh!"

"Oh yeah? Prove me wrong then."

"Okay, I will!" Shawn tried to struggle out from under John's toned body, but John was too strong for him.

John smacked the floor three times. "Pinned! I win. Fair and square."

"Whatever," Shawn rolled his eyes. John then helped him to his feet. "So...you gonna finish your lecture from last night, then?"

"Naw, I think you learned, haven't you? You promised me you wouldn't leave like that again, so we're good...It's a new day. Plus, I mean, look at the time. Crap, we've gotta leave like right now. Sorry, no breakfast. Just get yourself an apple from the fridge, okay?"

"Alrighty then." John messed Shawn's hair as they exchanged smiles. They then shuffled out of Shawn's room and down the stairs. Shawn was about to leave the apartment, but John stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?" Shawn looked around and spun in a circle. He then checked the front of his jeans. "My zip is fine."

"No, silly, your backpack. You seriously were going to forget that? That's the one thing you need for school. Oh, wait...Let me see your homework for today."

Shawn hesitated. "How could I have done the homework when I was out all day yesterday?"

"Okay, fine. Just this once, I'll give you one day's extension, but you'll have to face the wrath of Feeny and your other teachers. You're lucky I like you, Hunter."

"Thanks. You're pretty cool sometimes, John."

"No problem, pal. Alright, let's head out." He started out the door, but something caught Shawn's eye. He stopped John in his tracks.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Shawn smirked.

"What? I have everything."

"Think again." Shawn swiveled John's head around and pointed to his butt. "Remember that?" Shawn began to laugh uncontrollably. "You seriously were going to go out in public with a stain on your butt. That's gold."

"Oh, I wonder who's fault that was." John said sarcastically as he glared at him with his hands on his hips. "I'll just tie a sweater around my waist..." He grabbed a tacky yellow sweater and fastened it around his waist. "There. No one'll notice, right?"