Midnight dragged his sobbing brother into the house, all the while he was begging for him to not spank him. “P-please, I-I-I’ll b-be good.*sniff* I p-promise.” Bandit begged. But Midnight was having none of it. Their parents were still working, so Midnight took it upon himself to punish his brother. He grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and dragged his sobbing brother to the couch. “Drop your pants.” He said. “N-no, please. *sniff* It still hurts. I-I-I promise to b-be good. P-please, don’t spank me.” Bandit whimpered. “Drop. Your. Pants.” Midnight said, losing his patience. “Please Midnight, I won’t misbehave any-” “Bandit, either you drop your pants or I’ll strip them off of you myself. And if I have to do it myself, you’ll be getting twice the blows.” Midnight said in a quiet but authoritative voice. Bandit was still scared but wanted it to be over, so he slowly undid his pants and pulled them, along with his underwear, down to his ankles, tearfully wincing at the pain as his underwear scraped against his already sore bottom. Soon, his pants were around his ankles. He waddled over to Midnight and climbed onto his lap. “I’m sorry, Midnight. I’ll be good, I promise.” Bandi whimpered, in a last-second attempt at changing his mind. But MIdnight was unfazed as he raised the spoon and gave Bandit a firm slap with it. *SLAP* “AHH!!” Bandit yelled, kicking his feet. “Get ready, it’s about to get a lot worse.” Midnight said, raising the spoon. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* With every strike, Bandit whimpered and whined while kicking his feet. Midnight put his leg over Bandit’s and held his arms behind his back, so now all Bandit could do was beg to no avail for mercy as tears fell to the floor as his bottom hurt more and more with every strike. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* “OW, OW, OW, OW, OOOWWW!!!” Bandit yelled as loud as he could. Midnight felt bad for what he was doing but knew it was for the best. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Midnight then put down the brush and continued, using his paw. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Soon, Bandit was a teary, snotty mess, so Midnight figured he had enough, so he helped him off his lap. “Go clean yourself up and then go to the corner.” He ordered. Bandit went to the bathroom to wash the tears and snot off his face, then went back to the living room. “Corner. Now.” Midnight said, pointing to the corner. Bandit limped to the corner and stood there with his sore, red backside in full view. “Don’t let me catch you with your paws anywhere near your butt, or with your nose out of the corner, is that understood?” Midnight asked. “*sniff* *hic* Y-yes,” He whimpered quietly. “Good,” Midnight said, leaving to get some stuff ready. Bandit kept his nose in the corner and his paw away from his rear end, afraid that Midnight was watching and would see him. He stood there, wishing he hadn’t punched Norman. Meanwhile, Midnight was gathering some things like PJs and an ice pack for Bandit after his punishment. After what felt like hours, Midnight released Bandit from the corner. “Come here.” Midnight said. Bandit limped over and was given his PJs. “Put them on.” Midnight said. Bandit carefully put on his sleepwear, and while he had no problem with his shirt, putting his pants on proved to be very difficult. “Here, let me help you.” Midnight said, holding Bandit’s pants out. Bandit carefully stepped into them and once his legs were in, Midnight pulled them up for him. “owww” Bandit whimpered as a sharp pain overwhelmed him. Midnight sat him down on his lap. “Listen, buddy. I’m sorry for that, but you know better than to hit people. Why did you do it?” Midnight asked. “I… I don’t know. But I’m really sorry.” Bandit said, feeling ashamed. “Well, first thing tomorrow, we’re going back there, and you’re going to apologize to Norman.” Midnight said. Bandit nodded. “Okay. I understand.” He said. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Midnight said, giving Bandit a hug. Bandit hugged him back. Bandit felt Midnight pull his pants down a little and place something cold onto his bottom. He squeezed Midnight’s shoulder as the cold object being pressed to his sore bottom was very painful. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Midnight said, rubbing Bandit’s back. Bandit realized the thing being pressed against his bottom was an ice pack. After a few minutes, Bandit began to feel better. Midnight carried his little brother to bed and tucked him in, then went to put the ice pack back in the freezer. He sat on the couch, exhausted. “Oh, Bandit. What am I going to do with you?” He sighed.
How many strikes did Bandit get, both with and without the ones he received from River?
