REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 8/P. 5: How Did I Get Here?

~Sorry, this is a bit of a shorter chapter, but it felt like a good place to stop. Enjoy! :)

Shawn's POV:

That great night didn't last long because after all was said and done, I had nowhere to go. I tried staying at Harley's, but once he heard that I made a move on his sister, he fired me. So much for the thug life. I was going to try sleeping at the park or something, but it started to storm. The only thing I could think to do then was go back home. I figured John would kill me, but at least I knew he would take me in. Anyway, now here I am, and I'm in SO. MUCH. TROUBLE.

"Shawn...How could you? How could you when I gave you leniency? I let you have some freedom back, and what do you do? You destroy any ounce of trust I had in you. Unbelievable. What now? Huh?" John threw his arms up in the air and began to pace as he did whenever he stewed in rage.

"Don't you think you're making a bigger deal about this than you need to? It was a couple hours. I needed my space."

"Tell me this. What were you doing? I called the Matthews, so I know you weren't there. Where were you? Your Uncle Mike's place again? I sure hope not."

"Does it matter? My life is over anyway. You're gonna shoot me."

"Okay, now you're the one overreacting. I'm not gonna do much to you except watch you until my eyes bleed and fall out. It's more of a punishment for me than it is for you, trust me. From now until the foreseeable future, we are sharing a bed. That's right. Not a room. A bed. I asked for Feeny to give us a leave of absence from school while you and I work this out. That means you will spend every waking moment with me. You lost all my trust, pal. You and I are gonna have homeschool, Turner-style."

Shawn gawked at John with his mouth gaping open. "Nuh uh. That's not going to happen."

"Well, you don't have a choice. I can't leave you alone for one second without you ruining your life in some form, and it's getting real old. Now, come help me make dinner. I imagine you're starving at this time of night, when you're usually in bed."

"I think I'll pass. I'm pretty tired actually. You're right. I should be in bed. I think I'll turn in."

"No. From now on, whatever I'm doing, you're doing, so get your butt over here before I change my mind about shooting you," John said with a hint of sarcasm.

Shawn groaned but he realized that there was no way out of this one. He messed up, and he knew he'd have to pay up.