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"CHRISTOPHER OWEN "
Oh, he was in big trouble now.
Nick came storming into his room, face hot red with fury.
"Are you dead fucking serious right now?" Nick screeched enraged, and yes maybe he had been a bit of an needy brat bordering on attention whore, but who was he to blame?
"What do you mean, Nicky" he spoke as if he was the innocence in person.( which he was in fact NOT)
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't play innocent lamb with me , Christopher. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GADDAMN MIND TO LEAVE THE KITCHEN LIKE THAT? Not only have you wasted half our ingredients on whatever trash you made, YOU ALSO left the whole damn kitchen dirty and sticky. Matt is up there cleaning right now, even when I told him he should leave it to you. BUT ITS JUST TO DISGUSTING." Nick dragged Chris up by the arm.
"You're gonna come up with me now." Nick was fulled by rage, he could just gulp, not getting the desired reaction, now he could just pray Nick would pity him in some way.
Arriving in the kitchen he finally could see the mess he made, pots and pans filled with disgusting weirdly sticky stuff, and all counters full of stuff that should definitely not be there. And in the middle of it all, Matt. Scrubbing as if his life depended on it, gagging every ten seconds.
He he looked up he just looked disappointed.
It filled him up with shame, he just wanted his brothers attention, he had felt so lonely. Both of them working so much nowadays, but seeing the mess, he really just could have asked.
He was pulled out of his train of thought as Nick dragged him over to the sofa.
"Strip and then go fetch my studded belt. And make it fast"
Fuck, he definitely could forget sitting for the next week, scratch that MONTH
Chris scrambled to comply instantly.
"Nick" he heard Matt's soft voice from the kitchen "don't you think the studded one is a bit harsh? Baby just wanted some attention."
Nick sighted "I know Matty, I just want him to remember this lesson. He wasn't just bratty and disrespectful, he wasted food, utensils and YOU'RE cleaning it up right now. And I want him to remember that he can't do that,
from time to time a bratty mouth is ok, he needs a reminder sometimes. But wasting stuff like that. That's not ok, and he needs to understand that I won't tolerate shit like that."
Matt just nods in agreement "Yeah, you're probably right. Just maybe not make him bleed? Don't want it to be lasting."
Nicks gaze softens "Of course Matty."
Just then Chris came back, undressed, head hung low and belt in hand.
Nick takes the belt then tilts his chin to look at him "I'm doing this, so you can understand that this behaviour is not tolerated. Not ever.
But also remember we still love and I,we , are not punishing you out of spite, but because what you did was wrong and be want you to remember. Hopefully forever, but i'm pretty sure 3 weeks from now, you're back being a brat." Nick said the last part slightly smiling, Matt laughing a bit from the kitchen.
Chris just looks at his feet in shame and humiliation.
"Bent over my lap, Chris. How much do you think you deserve?" Chris could sense it was a trick question.
"As many as you see fit, Nicky"
Nick hummed in agreement before bringing the belt down with a loud 'smack' that hurt way more than it should have, because of the studs.
"Owie Nicky, please use your other belt or hand or anything else. PLEASE not this belt please Mommy."
"But baby, that was just the first hit? I think you really need this one today" and with that he kept going, not going easy on his poor youngest brothers backside.
Covering his thighs, arse, sitting spots and everything else his belt caught in red with tiny purple bruises inbetween.
After the thirtieth spank, Chris was an inconsolable mess, just babbling pleas of
"Mommy" "Please stop" "It hurts Nicky" "Matty save me" and some more of that but his fortieth spank broke him.
"Mommy Mommy , no more. I've learned, please Nicky , p-please PLEASE Nicky, Matty, please no more. I-i've learned-d my-y lesson."
But Nick just shook his head.
"Just ten more, I know you can be good for me" and with that he landed his last spanks right on his sitting spots, making sure sitting down was not a task he'd be able to do for atleast two weeks.
"Last one" he promised, before landing the smack right in the middle of his littlest brothers cheeks. Chris just howled, crying and sobbing inconsolably.
Matt came out of the Kitchen and scooped his brother up in his arms, swaying him to calm him down a bit. Chris just yawned at he slowly grew tired from the crying and the ache in his rear.
"You can sleep after Chris, but for now go stand in the corner and reflect for 20min. Then you can go lay down." Matt told him, setting him down.
Nick smiled up at him "You were such a good boy. Taking that punishment. Now go do as Matt told you."
Chris nodded, strutting to the corner "Yes Mommy" he mumbled, making his way over to the corner of shame, as Nick lovingly called it.
As he stood in the corner he really thought about everything, he really has been an attention seeking brat. Always snapping at his brothers, never listening to their good judgement and then the kitchen incident.
He really had deserved everything that has come to him.
"Chris ,c'mere time is over. You can nap now" wow, was it really over already? Time does go fast when you're always wrapped up in your head.
He made his way over to Nick and Matt hugging them.
"I'm sorry how I've been behaving and I'm sorry about the kitchen and that you had to clean it, Matty. I'll do better, promise. I love you so so so so MUCH." His brothers smiled.
"We love you too, baby. And we don't mind the brattiness, but that kitchen stuff was really not ok. Good that you realised that."
"Yeah and if you pull some shit like in the kitchen again, I'll make Nicks belting look like a soft caressing." Chris cringed at that, but nodded anyway.
"Go sleep now, we'll start on dinner and wake you up when it's ready." Chris nodded , kissing them both and making his way upstairs.
Meanwhile Matt and Nick were still on the couch.
Matt broke the silence first " You looked so hot manhandling our baby. Please Nicky make me feel good, I've been such a good boy cleaning the kitchen, haven't I?"
"Yes you have, and you deserve an reward, don't you?"
"Yes please"
"Get on your knees"