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“Oh, c’mon Dar! I can’t just finish it when I get back?!” Pony exclaimed with an exasperated look.
Darry narrowed his eyes down at the boy, shaking his head. “Uh uh, you ain’t lyin’ to my face and then goin’ to get ice cream as a reward. That ain’t happening.” Darry stated.
Ponyboy groaned, tilting his head back in frustration as the boys began walking to the car. “It’s alright, Pone. Just listen to Darry, we’ll be back soon.” Soda said, trying to deescalate things before they inevitably got heated.
Ponyboy, however, wasn’t giving up that easily. He turned to Darry, giving him a desperate look as the front door closed behind the others. “Darry, can you please just let me go! Why do you gotta be so bossy and uptight all the time?!” Pony exclaimed out of frustration.
Darry gritted his teeth, tired of the boy’s protests. He really didn’t want to hear it, not after he just lied to his face.
“Ponyboy Michael, I said no, and that’s final!” Darry demanded. Pony huffed and stomped his feet, not taking no for an answer. “I DON’T CARE! I’M GOING TO CATCH UP WITH THEM AND GET MY DAMN ICE CREAM!” He shouted, getting ready to stomp past the man towards the door.
Unfortunately, Ponyboy didn’t complete his homework like Darry had asked him to hours ago. Pony said he did, but he didn’t think Darry would actually check this time! He promised he’d do it later after he was caught, but it was too late. Darry wasn’t having it.
So, when the rest of the boys went to go get ice cream, Pony was told to sit his little butt down and finish his homework. Pony tried his hardest to convince Darry to let him go, but Darry remained firm in his resolve. He wasn’t going to let Pony think he could just lie to him and get away with it.
Before Pony could even reach the door though, Darry snatched the boy up and tossed him over his shoulder. He effortlessly carried the screaming, flailing boy over his shoulder and towards his bedroom.
Darry wasn’t going to entertain the tantrum Pony was throwing. Oh, no no. He believed in nipping it in the bud from the beginning.
So, he stood the boy up and closed the door behind them as soon as they got into his room. Pony proceeded to shout profanities at his brother, clearing furious and frustrated. Although Pony was a sweetheart, his mouth could be vicious at times. Especially when he was being denied DQ.
“You are this close to me taking off my belt and wearing it out on your lil ass, Ponyboy. I suggest you shut your mouth and listen.” Darry said through gritted teeth, leaning down so they were at eye level. Ponyboy’s bottom lip remained in a pout, though he thought it looked more intimidating than it did…
“GO TO HELL!” Ponyboy yelled directly into his big brother’s face. That was officially the last straw for Darry. His patience had run out, and it was time to start delivering consequences. So, his hands went to his belt and swiftly began undoing it, much to Pony’s displeasure.
Ponyboy’s eyes widened as he took a few steps back. “H-Hey, wait! You don’t gotta use your belt!” He exclaimed. Darry shook his head, doubling the belt in his hand. “You don’t get to decide how your spanking is carried out, Ponyboy. I’ve given you more than enough chances to behave yourself and act like you got some damn sense, but clearly you don’t want to talk. So, we’ll just do things this way instead.” He said, nodding towards his bed.
“Now, drop em’ and bend over. I won’t tell ya twice.” Darry demanded firmly. He hated using the belt on Ponyboy the most just because he was the youngest. He looked at Ponyboy as his baby, and it always broke his heart when he had to be tougher with him.
However, he had made up his mind now, and he refused to go back on his word. Ponyboy needed to learn how to mind him and heed his words.
The teenager gulped, his hands nervously undoing his jeans and pushing his boxers down to his knees. Giving Darry one last pleading look (which, unfortunately, did not work), he slowly bent over the side of his bed and grabbed onto his pillow for comfort.
With a silent deep breath, Darry tapped the belt against the boy’s behind before lifting it into the air and landing it with a loud smack. As expected, Ponyboy let out a wail in response. “AAH!” He hollered.
Darry hardened his heart, forcing himself to ignore the boy’s cries as he landed another fiery stripe across his bottom. He had to have him bare so he could see what he was doing. Darry refused to go too hard on Pony, and he made sure the boy knew he could trust him to deliver a fair red hot asswhuppin’ without going overboard.
Darry had experience with spanking all of the boys, but Ponyboy usually didn’t get the belt as often as the older boys did. Truth be told, most of the boys preferred bending over something to bending over Darry’s knee.
It was so humbling and embarrassing having to go over Darry’s lap for a spanking; it made them feel so…small. Pony, however, was the exact opposite. He’d take going over Darry’s knee any day over that damn belt…
Johnny on the other hand was rarely spanked anyway. When he was though, it was always over a knee. He was small like Pony, and they all felt more comfortable having him over a lap than bent over the arm of a couch or a bed.
“Darry! I-OWWW! OUCH! AAH! I’m s-sorry! OWW! Shit!” Pony hollered. Darry landed two swats to his sit spots. “Watch your mouth, little boy.” He warned. “And you ain’t sorry yet.” Darry said, spreading the smacks out.
Pony yelped, stomping his foot and clenching his pillow tightly. “I a-ammmm! I s-swear I-OUCH! Am, Dar! OWW!” Pony cried out pitifully. Darry made sure to give Pony time in between swats before immediately landing another one, not wanting to overwhelm the boy. Receiving the belt was already hard enough as it was, and Pony still wasn’t quite used to it yet.
“For what?” Darry asked, landing two matching smacks on both sides. Pony whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks. “F-for…for lyin’ to you!” He cried. Darry lifted an eyebrow, landing the belt to the center of Pony’s bottom. “And?” He asked, urging him to continue.
Pony let out a watery sob into his pillow. “And…and sniff c-cussin’ at you!” He wept. ‘Good, we’re getting somewhere.’ Darry thought to himself.
He was ready for this spanking to be over and done with just as much as Pony was. Though, Pony would certainly argue that he had it far worse than his brother did at the moment. It was his ass getting fried, after all!
“That’s right.” Darry nodded, landing a sharp smack to the boy’s undercurve where he’d be doing most of his sitting. As expected, Pony let out an audible shout. “I’m trying my best to keep you well grounded, and that includes me making sure you stay on top of your studies. That includes homework, kiddo.” Darry’s gentler tone contrasted with his painful swats.
“I ain’t gonna put up with disrespect, Ponyboy Michael Curtis. You know damn well that I don’t put up with you cussin’ at me, either.” Darry said, adding a stern edge to his voice to emphasize his point as he landed four more swats with the belt.
Ponyboy went limp over the bed, no longer having any more fight or protest left in him. All he could do was lay there and take it. “M’s-sorry, Darry!” He sobbed.
Darry knew it was time to wrap it up, now. He could tell that Pony had received the point he was trying to get across. So, he landed the final few swats to the boy’s sit spots before tossing the belt aside.
Ponyboy hollered at each smack, not even realizing that Darry had soon stopped the spanking. “C’mere, baby. It’s alright. Shhh, it’s over now. You took that well. It’s okay, Pony…” Darry cooed, immediately scooping his youngest brother up into his arms and sitting him down on his lap. He made sure to be careful not to put too much pressure on the boy’s sore backside.
Ponyboy sobbed against Darry’s shoulder, clinging to him like his life depended on it. “M’sorry!! M’sorry, Dar! I hiccup didn’t m-mean what I s-said! I s-swear, I d-didn’ttt!~” Ponyboy bawled.
“Shhh, baby. I know you didn’t. You’re forgiven, it’s okay. Just focus on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Deep breaths, now…” Darry cooed, helping Ponyboy’s breathing match his.
Soon, Pony’s sobs had died down to the occasional sniffle and hiccup. Darry gently wiped his tears with his thumb, gently holding his chin and looking him in the eye.
“Remember what I told you, kiddo. I love you, and I only want what’s best for you. No more lyin’, no more disrespect, and if I hear you cussin’ at me or anyone else like that again, we’ll be right back here. You hear me?” Darry asked.
Pony nodded softly. “Yes, sir.” He responded. Darry smiled and kissed him on the forehead, running a soothing hand through his hair. “Good boy. Now, go get that homework done. If I know my boys, I know that Soda probably got you a banana split and they should be on the way back with it now.” Darry said with a smirk as Pony’s eyes lit up.
About ten minutes later, Darry was proven right as Sodapop placed Pony’s ice cream on the table next to him while he finished up his homework, much to Ponyboy’s glee.
Sodapop gave Ponyboy a nice cuddle, Johnny kept Pony company as he worked, Two-Bit asked Darry where the ketchup was for his chicken tenders (as if it wasn’t always in the same damn spot), Steve earned a swat from Darry for teasing Pony about getting in trouble, and Dally wrestled Steve for the remote.
All was well in the Curtis home. Well, at least for the night. His boys were often unpredictable, but he loved them that way.