One night, two brothers, a Litten named Flamey and a Rockruff named Kennel were sitting in the living room, playing a new video game that their dad, a Zangoose named Markus, bought them. It was a fighting game and they were having tons of fun with it. But being only 8 years old, it wasn’t long before they wanted to pretend to be characters from the game, so they began to play fight. They were very rough with it but tried to be gentle with it so they didn’t cause any real injuries. Kennel was good at it since he was bigger but Flamey put up a good fight as well. Flamey grabbed a ball and threw it toward Kennel, but Kennel dodged it. “Hah, is that the best you-” He was interrupted by the sound of the ball making an impact with the TV. The boys were horrified when they saw that the TV was visibly broken. And to make matters worse, they heard Markus’ footsteps getting louder. “Boys, what was that noise?” He said. He looked around and saw the boys looking scared, the TV was broken and the ball was sitting in front of the TV stand. Markus quickly put the pieces together and was not happy. “Boys, would you like to explain what happened here?” He said, crossing his arms. “Uhh… we don’t know. The ball started moving around on its own and broke the TV,” said Kennel. “Y-yeah, we were just playing our game, and that happened. Honest.” Flamey added. “Really? Do you really think I’d believe something like that? I want the truth, boys.” Markus said. The boys tried to come up with another lie but knew it was no use. “We’re sorry, Daddy. It was an accident.” Kennel said. “We were playing and I threw the ball at Kennel but he dodged it and it hit the TV. But I didn’t mean to.” Flamey said. Markus walked over to the couch and sat down. “Have a seat, boys. I want you to tell me everything that happened.” He said, sternly. Kennel and Flamey were nervous but did what they were told. They went over everything that happened, from playing the video game to roughhousing indoors. “And why did you two decide to roughhouse?” Markus asked. “We don’t know. The people in the game made it look so fun.” Kennel said, pointing to the destroyed TV. “Yeah, and we wanted to do it for real because we thought it would be fun,” Flamey added. Markus shook his head. “I understand you two like to imitate the things you see on TV, but just because you see someone else doing it, doesn’t mean it’s always right. Even if they’re older than you, because lots of adults make bad decisions, too.” He said. “Now, I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you. Kennel, go stand in the corner while I deal with Flamey.” Kennel was nervous as he walked to the corner and stood there. He felt so ashamed for his part in breaking the TV since he knew his dad worked hard to buy it. Markus picked Flamey up and set him down in front of him. “Listen, Flamey. I know you didn’t mean to break the TV and I’m not mad about it, but still… actions have consequences.” Markus said, undoing Flamey’s tail-strap. Flamey was confused at first but quickly realized what was happening as Markus began to pull his pants down. “Daddy, wait. Please don’t spank me, I’m sorry for breaking the TV.” He whimpered. Those words sent shivers down Kennel’s spine as he realized how bad they screwed up. “I know you’re sorry, but you need to understand that when you break something expensive, it’s a very big deal,” Markus said. He pulled the whimpering Litten over his knee. “Just keep still, buddy.” He said, raising his paw. He delivered a firm smack to Flamey’s bottom. “Ow,” Flamey whimpered. Markus raised his paw and continued the spanking. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Flamey sobbed loudly as Markus slapped his bare bottom, covering it in red paw prints. Markus wasn't proud of what he was doing but knew it was for the best. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Flamey was a teary sobbing mess, so Markus helped him off his lap and told him to go to the corner. “It’s your turn, Kennel,” Markus said, waving Kennel over. Kennel slowly shuffled his way over to his dad, who looked a bit upset. “I d-don’t wanna spanking. I’m really sorry, Daddy. *sniff* I’ll be a good boy, I promise.” Kennel pleaded as Markus undid his tail-strap and pulled his pants down. “I know, but as I said to your brother earlier, when you break something expensive, it’s a very big deal.” Markus said, He pulled Kennel over his knee as he begged him not to. “Daddy, please don’t. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Kennel whimpered. “Boys, it’s not just that you broke one of my most important rules, and because of it, the TV, but also because you lied about it.” Markus said, raising his paw. He began slapping Kennel’s backside red as the poor Rockruff screamed and cried. *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Markus helped the sobbing Rockruff off his lap and sent him back to the corner. He sat there, watching the boys so he could make sure they weren't rubbing their bottoms and looking away from their corners. After 15 minutes, they hadn’t touched their rears or looked away from the corners, so Markus called them over. They walked over, still crying, and tried to apologize. But before they could say anything, Markus wrapped them up in a warm hug and said, “Apology accepted. I’m sorry too.” The boys just lightly whimpered in pain as they hugged their dad and apologized again for roughhousing in the house, breaking the TV, and lying about it. Markus looked at his watch and saw it was time for the boys to get ready to go to bed. He helped them brush their teeth, get into their PJs, tucked them in, and kissed them goodnight. They promised to never roughhouse or lied about anything ever again.
Good luck keeping that promise (;