REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 8/P. 3: I Don't Care.

"So, tell me, Mr. Matthews and Mr. Hunter, what brings you to my office this fine afternoon?"

Silence ensued as the two sat with their arms crossed.

"I asked you a question." Mr. Feeny leaned forward on his elbows, waiting for a suitable response.

Cory sighed and broke his composure. "Shawn hates me for no reason."

Shawn scoffed and turned to Cory. "Hey now. You know that's not it. It's because all you care about now is smooching Topanga while I'm over here suffering. You don't even care about me. All day today, I've tried getting your attention, but nothing. If my best friend can't take one second out of his busy schedule to actually BE my best friend, then what's the point of me staying here? I'm out of here." He began to rise, but Feeny interrupted him.

"SIT. You are not dismissed." Shawn obeyed. Feeny then cleared his throat. "In fact, the both of you get to spend detention today with me, so we can discuss these issues further. Yes, John will also be present. We won't sit idly by while the two of you cause more trouble for yourselves...Now, Shawn, lay it all out in the open for Cory and I, but calmly please."

Shawn scooted forward in his seat. "I said what I said. That's all. The world hates me. No one wants me. At least Harley was giving me a chance."

"Now, Cory, what do you have to say in response?" Feeny prompted.

Cory's eyes began to water. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize I wasn't paying you enough attention. I am excited to see you. It's just that I've been so caught up in myself lately."

"Yeah, you have been...Why?" Shawn quizzed, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know...I guess my life changed a lot when you left. It's been forever, dude. It sucked to not see you, so I began to spend all my time with my girlfriend. I'm sorry...Can we be friends again? We can start over from the beginning. We'll meet back at our hang out spot and fix everything."

"That's not how it works, Cor. You can't just fix everything and make it all go back to how it was. I'm broken. I'll always be that way. You have a good life with everything you could ever want. We're gonna end up in different places anyway. It was bound to happen. I honestly don't see how you can ignore that."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying...that maybe we should take a break. You go down your path, and I go down mine. We'll see where we end up."

"No. That's crazy talk. I'm not going to just up and abandon you. I'm not your dad."

Shawn's face fell at his statement. "I-" Shawn let his hair cover his watery eyes. "I've gotta go." Before Feeny or Cory could stop him, Shawn ran as fast as he could out the door, not at all sure where he would end up.

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With tears blinding him, Shawn found himself at Harley's doorstep. He debated whether or not to knock. Oh shoot...I better wait. He wouldn't be home yet, would he? He scanned the empty trailer park. It looked much like the one he grew up in. Yep. This is my life. I'm a Harley Keiner- a thug that can get what he wants when he wants it.

"Hey shrimp, what are you doing here? Didn't have enough fun yet? I think I have a few toys in the back I can use to test on you." Harley towered over Shawn.

Shawn inched away. "Actually, Harley, I'm here because I think you could use me. Hey, I heard you are having a party tonight. I could be your bouncer."

"You, shorty, a bouncer? Please. The only bouncing you could do is if I threw you on my roof."

"Well, there's gotta be something I could do."

Harley paused, rubbing his chin. "Okay, alright. You can be the drink pourer, but if you spill, I'll have my boys use your pretty little head as the mop."

"Sweet! So what time should I be there?"

"How's ten?"

"TEN? Like ten at night?"

"That is how time works. Yes, ten at night."

Shawn hesitated.

"What? You think your daddy Turner will whoop your butt if you don't come home by seven-thirty?"

"It's eight...Whatever, I'll be there. You can count on that. In fact, I'll help you set up for it. I can be your lackey for good even."

"But I already got two of those. A man only needs two. Otherwise, his lackeys may try to overpower him. Us thugs gotta hold our guns close to our chest, ya know."

"Please, Harley. You're all I've got now. I'll do anything. Please."

"Oh, stop your groveling. It's unbecoming of a lackey. Here, take this." Harley handed some drinks to Shawn, and Shawn gladly took them. "You've got a job."

"Thank you. Thank you!"