El was waiting impatiently for the car bearing her son and husband to arrive. The blizzard had finally ended the night before and she was promised that Neal and Peter would be rescued as soon as first light. The tracker was still going strong and El was informed that they would have no trouble in finding them. El felt tears of joy roll down her cheeks as she saw the car finally arrive and Neal and Peter jump out each carrying gear and each looking like they needed a shave and a shower but she didn't care as she ran outside without a wrap to great them warmly.
"Peter…Neal," she cried as she gathered them both up in a hug and kissed their fuzzy cheeks.
"Honey, its cold out here…let's carry this reunion inside," suggested Peter as he started them moving forward.
El nodded as she allowed herself to be moved forward until they were once again inside where El lost little time in looking them over. "You are okay?" she asked hesitantly.
"We're fine El…in desperate need of a shower and a shave," replied Peter as he headed up the stairs and into their room with Neal right behind him heading for the other bathroom.
"I'll just fix you something good for breakfast," she called out as she hurried to the kitchen.
El was just getting the sausage off the stove when Neal and then Peter reappeared dressed more comfortably. El turned to looked into the clean shaven faces of her husband and son and said lovingly, "Now those are the faces I've missed these last few days," as she gave Peter and then Neal a peck on the cheek as she placed the platter of eggs, sausage and pancakes on the table.
"I figure that after eating the dried food that Peter always carries during the winter that you two might be hungry for a hardy breakfast and a cup of Italian Roast coffee," El said as she poured them each a cup.
El had a hard time not laughing as she witnessed the food disappearing in rapid pace and as they drank cup after cup of coffee before pushing back for the table finally satisfied. "That was delicious Mom," Neal said with a twinkle in his eyes…"and now if you don't mind I think I would like to take a nap in a real bed now," and disappeared upstairs before El or Peter could say anything different.
"Why is he in such a hurry?" El asked curiously.
"He's afraid that you are going to take your wooden spoon to his backside for causing all of this," replied Peter knowingly.
"Neal!" El's shout stopped Neal in his tracks as he waited to see what else El was going to say.
When it became obvious that Neal wasn't coming back unless ordered El raised her voice and in her best "mother" voice said, "Get back here…we have a matter of your misbehavior to discuss."
Neal returned dragging his feet as he came. "Will it help if I say that I'm sorry?" asked Neal as he came in view of his new parents.
"Of course it will help, dear….but it's not going to prevent me from expressing my displeasure on your backside," began El as she reached for a wooden spoon.
Neal eyed the spoon with growing dread when Peter spoke up, "Neal tell her what else you did?"
El turned to Neal expectantly and when he ignored Peter's request Peter had to add, "either you tell her or I will and I promise you that if I tell her I will be doubling your spankings," he threatened.
"Oh, all right," spat Neal as he added, "I decided to take a breather a couple of days ago…but it was only for a few minutes."
"What our son fail to add is that the blizzard was still going and he wandered away and almost didn't find the shelter again…he took refuge under a tree nearby and I was able to find him and get him back in ours before he put himself in a worse situation. I promised him spankings for his misdeeds…two from me and from you and probably one at Hughes orders and not counting what Mozzie and June would probably do to him," explained Peter grimly.
"Peter, won't that be too much for him to bear all at once?" El asked as she was prepared to put her spoon down and let him off.
"No…I told him that he would be receiving two a week until they are over and surely after that he will think twice about endangering himself and disobeying direct orders again," replied Peter as he glared sternly at his son.
"Neal I think we will get your first one out of the way…go and bend over the kitchen table," ordered El as she followed behind while Peter went out in the livingroom to give them some privacy.
Peter was in the midst of reading the morning newspaper keeping an ear out on the licks and cries coming from, the kitchen when he heard a knock at the front door and when he answered watched as both Mozzie and June walked in.
"One of your associates called to say that you two had been rescued…I have a bone to pick with Neal," explained June before she heard the cries coming from the kitchen.
"You will have to wait until El has had her turn," Peter said before June suddenly stalked off to the kitchen and the cries intensified.
"They are really giving it to him," remarked Mozzie as he suddenly sat in a nearby chair.
"That is June that is paddling his backside," explained El as she appeared a minute later. "He will be taking his lunch and supper standing up today and maybe tomorrow."
They all listened as the spanking continued a few more minutes and steeled themselves to his distress knowing that it was well deserved. June appeared a few minutes later pulling a red faced Neal along. "Neal has something to say…don't you dear?" prompted June sternly.
"I…I'm s-sorry…I'll t-try and d-do bett...er next t-time," cried Neal as his tears continued to roll down his face.
June then enveloped him into a comforting hug before El joined her as Peter and Mozzie watched. "Now go to your room…you've been punished for your poor choice of leaving the safe house which put not only yourself but Peter into danger," lectured El.
It was a very sorrowful Neal who left wincing with each step. June and El joined Peter and Mozzie and soon were all discussing their favorite topic…Neal.
"So what are we going to do about Neal?" asked El.
"Well I'm hoping that with what he has already received June's and El's hand he will think twice about ever doing something so stupid again. I'll take my belt to him in a day or two and hopefully he will consider the consequences of his actions before he acts without thinking things through again. I've got a son that I love and I don't want to lose him now due to his not thinking before he acts," Peter remarked caringly.
"We will leave you to take good care of our boy. Are you ready Mozzie?" asked June as she got up to leave.
Mozzie nodded and added, "I'm trusting my best friend to you Suit and Mrs. Suit and I know you will take good care of him. I'll be by later to check on him."
It was later in the night when El and Peter had retired to their room that El approached her husband concerning Neal. She was already in bed and waiting for Peter to join her that she asked, "Honey, are you going to spank Neal again?"
"I told him that I would…he added ten years to my life when he was captured and then thrown out in the snow naked. I was so scared that when I found him it would be too late…but I was able to warm him up sufficiently to save his life; although the thought of spanking him until he was warm did occur to me. He clearly deserves a taste of my belt for his disobedience that got him captured in the first place. He told me that he was still hurting or I would have torn into him by now," replied Peter as he quickly got into bed.
"You asked him if he was sore and he said yes." El asked incredible of his reply.
Peter nodded and then asked, "You say that as if you can't believe that he told me yes…what do you know, that I don't?"
"Just that the soreness has worn off however it seems that Neal isn't going to admit it just yet," El replied as she snuggled up close.
"How do you know?"
"I've been watching him while he has been unaware of me and he hasn't shown any sign of soreness when he walks or sits that is until you or I walk by…then he is wincing all the time," she replied.
"What do you think we should do…take him to task now?" asked
"Nope…just wait until morning and when I ask him if he's still sore and he lies and says yes…well I'll make sure that he is telling the truth by the time I'm finished with him. I guess I just haven't taught him enough that lying to me isn't a smart thing to do," replied Elizabeth with a smirk as she kissed her husband and closed her eyes.
The next morning Neal greeted the couple with a warm "Good Morning," as he came down for breakfast catching his folks already at the table enjoying a bowl of cereal with a cup of coffee.
"Good Morning, son…did you sleep well," replied Peter.
Neal nodded as he got himself a bowl and poured out his favorite cereal and sat down with a wince. He knew that he was due another spanking and was putting it off as long as possible. Peter had told him that he would wait until he had recovered from his earlier spanking. All he had to do is keep on faking his reaction and put of the spanking as long as possible.
Peter and El noticed his wince but didn't say anything; they were waiting for Neal to convict himself and reap his just rewards. "Are you still sore, son…I didn't know I had such a strong arm," remarked El.
"Yep…but don't forget I had two in one when June took over after Mom had finished," replied Neal as he tried to keep the lie light so they wouldn't be the wiser.
The words were barely out of his mouth when El suddenly got up and grabbing Neal by the ear hauled him out of his chair and into the kitchen where she grabbed the ever handy wooden spatula and began to pepper Neal's backside. "I would have thought that you would have learned your lesson the last time I took you to task for lying to me and not to do it again," she lectured as she continued to lay lick upon lick to Neal's backside as she still held his ear.
Neal was in a painful predicament the pain in his ear was being overtaken by the pain blossoming in his bottom and he squirmed in his attempt to dodge El's licks.
"El…owww…owww….owww…Mom…owww….owwww….owwwww…owww…I …owwww….don't…owwww….owww…know….owww…what…owww…you …owww…are…owww…talking…owww…about….I…owwww…owww….d idn't…owwww…lie…owwww….owwww," Neal yelled as he tried to explain in between the licks.
El paused with the statement but she wasn't finished as she let go of Neal's ear. Neal took advantage when his ear was released by stepping back out of El's reach until he backed into Peter who had come to watch the performance.
El glared at Neal a minute together her thoughts, "you mean to continue and lie to me about you not being over the spanking June and I gave you two days ago?"
"I'm not lying…my backside does hurts," cried Neal as he began to rub it in hopes of rubbing some of the sting away.
"It does now thanks to this," El replied as she waved the spatula over her head. "I was talking before then….and think very carefully, son about your answer," added El seriously.
Neal was about to answer when Peter whispered in his ear, "she saw your expression last night before you headed into the living room to watch the game with me."
Neal closed his mouth to think over his options before coming to the conclusion that he had better come clean before he got into further trouble and said quietly, "I was lying; my backside started to feel better as the day continued yesterday afternoon. I just thought to milk it for as long as I could," he admitted as he eyed his new Mom and the spatula still in her hand.
"Why?" asked El.
"Peter had said that I was to get another spanking as soon as I had recovered from the one you and June gave me and I didn't want another one so soon after getting over the first. What are you going to do to me?" asked Neal when it looked like El was still mad.
"I'm going to spank you for lying to me," replied El seriously.
"But that is all you've been doing for the last ten minutes," cried Neal.
"No, I was convincing you to tell the truth… you are going to get punished for lying to us now…so drop those pants and lean over the table," El ordered sternly.
Neal was reluctant to put his sore backside in range of El's spatula to begin with for the thought of losing his pants too was almost more than Neal could agree to and he started to back away only to realize that Peter was still behind him and he wasn't moving. "I would suggest you get into position before she tells you to drop your boxers as well," Peter suggested in a whisper again."
Neal reluctantly did as he was ordered and bent over the kitchen table with his pants at his feet. He steeled himself for the pain he knew was coming
And he wasn't disappointed when the first two licks came lightening fast and to his sits spots making sure that he would remember this spanking every time he sat. El continued to apply lick after lick to the two spots until she had them glowing and Neal sobbing with pain.
"Are you going to lei to me again?" she asked as she held her hand waiting for his response.
"No-o-o…n-never again…I'm s-sorry M-Mom," Neal said emotionally.
"If you do then we will be having this conversation again but it will be minus boxers next time…are we clear?" she promised sternly. Neal could only nod as he felt himself pulled into a hug. He returned it as he got himself back under control.
"Neal you know I punished you because I love you and want you to grow up to be a good man…I know you are grown in statue but unfortunately you are still a child in my eyes when you take chances like you do. You earned your living with lying…well that is going to stop now…you will not lie to me or Peter here at home or to Peter at work or you ill find yourself with a very sore bottom either at my hand or Peter's," explained El as she rubbed his back in a manner to calm him.
"I know you care Elizabeth…Peter but do you have to show your "love" so strongly to my backside," quipped Neal as he smiled hesitantly at them as he pulled up and fastened his pants with a hiss as the cloth brushed against his very tendered backside.
"We wouldn't show it so harshly if you would only behave," retorted Peter fondly. "Now are your ready to go to work…I've got plenty of paper work for you to finish so you can spend it all deskbound."
Neal turned to Peter and said hopefully, "You're kidding right? You're not going to make me do desk duty…not after what Mom just did to me."
"Sorry son, I thought I show you clemency for the rest of your spankings and in place you get to do all of the paper work from our last case. You can consider it a day of desk duty…but if you rather have the spankings that can be arranged," Peter said deadpanned.
"No…that's okay…I'll take the clemency offer instead," Neal replied quickly as he grabbed his coat and hat and headed for the front door; pausing to say, "I'll be right back," and dashed back upstairs before retuning with his pillow under his arm.
"Son, aren't you afraid that you will be laughed at sitting on that pillow while at work?" asked Peter with a smile on his face.
"I don't care…is the only way I can survive El's love for the rest of the day," Neal replied with a twinkle in his eyes.