Boys Only

Big Trouble

Louis' POV

I have gone over with the boys the rules. They know them, and they've all been disciplined at least twice. I have a feeling that today will go quite badly, as I slip out of bed with a terrible headache.

"Liam! Give me the damn remote!" I heard Niall yell. I groaned as I rifled through the medicine cabinet. "No! You had it f_cking last, and now I want to have it!" Liam yelled back as I took Tylenol. I'm allergic to Advil, and I have to be very careful with what I take. 

"Sh_t Harry, don't hit me!" I swallowed the pills and leaned on the counter. I know I'm constantly asking this, but don't know how to discipline them. I mean, I know how but... "I didn't hit you! You were being mean!" I decided then was the time to go down and break up the fighting.

I walked into the living room, and glared at the scene set in front of me. Zayn started punching Harry, and Harry began to cry. Niall was cursing loudly and steadily when Liam turned around and flipped him off. My eyes widened, and I crossed my arms and stuck out my hip.

Harry was the first to notice me, and started to cry harder. Yes, he knew he was in trouble. Soon after, came Zayn, Niall, and Liam. "Everyone sit down on the couch. You're all in trouble, and I need to sort this out. Liam, Niall, Zayn, you all cursed. Harry, you hit. Zayn, YOU hit. Liam and Niall, you weren't sharing AND you were ALL fighting."

Liam looked at me shamefully, while Niall and Zayn looked a little more frightened. Harry's look surprised me, he looked like he was ready for a fight. "I'm going to grab that ginger that I set aside for all of you. Not only that, but you're getting spanked. All of you."

Zayn and Niall started to cry while Liam nodded in acceptance of his punishment. "You aren't going to do that!" Harry yelled, his tiny voice laced in defiance. I sighed, and stood up from where I had sat down during my lecture.

"Liam, if you could stand in the corner, and prepare yourself. You're getting 35 spanks with my hand. You know you're not to curse, and you're to set a good example for your younger brothers. Niall, you're getting 30 spanks. You also know not to curse, but the word you said wasn't quite as bad."

I continued to ignore Harry's temper tantrum as two of the older boys went to the corner. "Zayn, to the corner. Hitting is absolutely not okay. Never. I spank you boys, but it's MY job to correct you by causing you a bit of pain. You should never be hitting your little brother. You'll be getting 40." Zayn trudged to the corner, and I sighed a bit in relief. Last one.

"Harold. I want this fit that you're having to stop right. Now. You will STOP trying to challenge my authority, and take your 45 spanks like a big boy. I'm quite upset with you. You don't hit out of anger, you do not throw temper tantrums, and when I tell you that you're in trouble, you're to accept that."

Harry cried louder and threw a pillow at me. "Fine. The spanks will be harder Harold." I grabbed him under his armpits and stuck him in the corner. Praise the Lord that he knew well enough to stay there. I jogged upstairs to grab the ginger root. I grabbed all those things and walked back downstairs, everyone in their corners.

"You guys know I love you?" I asked, sitting down in the mentally named 'spanking chair' in the middle of the room. All the ginger was set on the main table, as I figured I could have them grab it for themselves, face their consequences a bit more than they already have to.

"Yes dad, I know." Liam responded. Zayn and Niall nodded their heads in agreement, but Harry stayed silent, angry with me. "Hazza. Don't be over dramatic. You know that papa loves you." He shrugged sadly and stayed silent. "Alright Liam bud, why don't you come on over. Remember what I said. 35. It's with my hand, and over your boxers."