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I can tell how old it is because it's written from the point of view of my oldest fursona character, the father. By the time I spun Justin off into being his own character, I gave his father a completely different name and personality, so this is very much a precursor to that. Anyway, enjoy.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hilariously, this is an EXTREMELY old story of mine which I had completely forgotten even existed. I can tell how old it is because it's written from the point of view of my oldest fursona character, the father. By the time I spun Justin off into being his own character, I gave his father a completely different name and personality, so this is very much a precursor to that. Anyway, enjoy.", "writing": "\tJustin clasped his book-bag tightly against him and ran. ``Oh man'', he muttered to himself as he pelted at full-speed down the pavement towards the bus. He heard the ominous hiss as the door swung shut, and even at full speed, he knew he'd never get to it in time. The bus pulled away into traffic, and Justin staggered to a halt, watching it ride away into the distance. ``Oh man'', he muttered again, whimpering at the thought of the long trek home, ``My dad's gonna kill me.''\n\n\tMarsten sunk down into his favourite armchair, and reached for the remote control. Flicking through several channels, he tried to let his mind ease from the day's menial chores of work. As per usual, nothing caught his interest. He glanced at the clock. His son should be home by now. He sighed. It wasn't unknown for his son to be held back after class to get a stern talking-to from a teacher, or wind up in detention. He'd give a half-hour, he decided, before he'd call the school and make enquiries. \n\n\tWiping his long, grey hair from out of his eyes, Justin hurried along down the street. He looked up into the sky, realising that it would soon be growing dark. He stifled a whimper. His dad would be pissed. He gulped, and picked up his pace, struggling to carry his bag along behind him. Thoughts flashed through his head, wondering what he'd tell his dad. He glanced at the streets, quickly figured it'd be a good twenty minutes run back home. Above him, the cloudy skies darkened, and the first few specks of rain started to fall. \n\n\tBy the time Justin got home, the rain had kicked into overdrive. His coat was soaked, and as he rung on the doorbell, he realised that he was shivering terribly. The moment Marsten opened the door, Justin bolted inside, glad to be out of the cold. ``Ye Gods, lad'' muttered his father, ``Looks like you drowned out there.'' Shedding his coat over the nearest radiator, the eleven year old pup nodded, trying to conceal his shivering. ``Well,'' continued Marsten, ``Don't worry. Dinner's nearly ready.''\n\n\tDinner that night was nothing special, primarily because Marsten was an atrociously poor cook. Justin, though, settled quite happily for a bowl of spaghetti shapes, and Marsten proceeded to tip some steamed vegetables onto the side of the plate beside some vague pieces of chicken. Over dinner, the two talked amicably, watching old re-runs of Star Trek on TV as they did so. Eventually, Marsten turned to his son and asked ``So, why were you so late home?''\n\n\tJustin looked askance, chewing on a spoonful. ``Missed the bus'' he replied quickly. A little too quickly perhaps, but nevertheless Marsten nodded. Justin ate another spoonful, relieved for that moment to be once again on solid ground. Together they continued to dine.\n\n\t``And how was school, anyways?'' asked Marsten, carefully cutting through a thin piece of chicken. \n\n\t``Good'' replied his son.\n\n\tMarsten nodded. ``No problems?'' he asked, chewing quite deliberately. Justin glanced over, and shook his head. Inside the pup's tummy, he felt a sinking feeling, like an acrobat who'd just realised that his net might be missing. \n\n\tMarsten swallowed his piece of chicken, and stated quite calmly, ``Well, I ask because when you were late, I gave the school a call, and your English teacher told me that you were kept behind.'' Yes, the net was definitely gone. Justin felt that sinking feeling turn into a freefall plummet. His father set down his knife and fork with an echoing clink. ``Care to tell me what happened?''\n\n\tJustin bit down on his lip, attempting to stifle a whimper. He shuffled backwards against the chair, looking downwards. ``I.. uhh...'' he attempted.\n\n\t``The truth, if you please'' advised his father sternly.\n\n\tJustin gulped. That amazed him; he'd seen people, usually on cartoons, gulp when they were in trouble. He'd done it before himself, and it seemed that whenever he did it, he knew what was going to happen. He mumbled down into his chest, ``Got into a fight.''\n\n\tIf Marsten were still holding his fork, he would have set it down hard on the table right then. Instead, he settled for his hand. ``You did what?'' he barked.\n\n\tJustin squirmed harder against the chair. ``I.. I'm sorry, dad.'' He mumbled. ``It's just that, we were playing football, right? And I kicked the ball, and Jimmy said it was out, but it wasn't...'' he explained in fast staccato, hurrying along the explanation, ``And I told him I wasn't, and he said I was a liar, so it just... kind of... happened...'' \n\n\tMarsten gave a long, heavy sigh. ``A fight'' he murmured. He gave his son a stern, hard look. ``I think you've had enough dinner, lad. Head up to your room and wait for me there.''\n\n\t``But dad...''\n\n\t``GO!!'' barked the wolf. Justin hurried along. He wasn't a foolish boy, not by a long shot; reckless, perhaps, but he knew from experience that this would be a wise juncture to do just as instructed. He pushed his chair back, and hurried his way up the stairs, his tummy dancing like a storm of butterflies. \n\n\tMarsten stood, and collected both plates. Silently he walked into the kitchen, and dipped them under a running tap, leaving them to soak. Walking into the hallway, he glanced at a mirror that hung on the wall. On a small table opposite sat a simple, flat-backed wooden hairbrush, one used to quickly adjust his hair before heading out the door. He lifted the hairbrush, and thought. Silently, he weighed up the details in his mind. Then, finally, he set the hairbrush back down on the table, and marched upstairs.\n\n\tJustin sat on the side of his bed, his footpaws barely reaching the floor, nervous. He was no stranger to being punished; his father loved him dearly, he knew that, but he was a stern man at times and could be insistent on good manners. He watched the handle of his door nervously, his heart pounding so hard it threatened to break out of his chest. Finally, after what seemed many hundred years, the handle on the door turned and Marsten entered. The first thing the pup did was glance down at his father's hands; he wasn't carrying a hairbrush or anything worse. Inwardly, the pup sighed. That was a good sign. Perhaps this would not be so serious after all.\n\n\tMarsten paced over to stand before his son, looking down to him. ``Fighting? Over a bloody game of football?'' he said, a ring of both anger and disappointment ringing in his voice.\n\n\tHis son looked down at his footpaws, biting occasionally against his lower lip. ``'m sorry'' He mumbled.\n\n\tHis father nodded. He eased himself down onto the bed, and began the lecture. ``You know why you're not to get into fights, don't you lad?'' he began. Justin nodded. This wasn't a new conversation. Three times already since school had begun term anew, Justin had wound up getting into playground scuffles. The reasons he knew were simple enough; he let his fists act before he thought. Each time, of course, had presented exactly the same consequences. \n\n\tHis father sighed, and patted his knee. ``Over.''\n\n\tBiting his lip, Justin's mind raced to find any quick ploys or tricks on how to get out of this. He came up blank. With his mind screaming not to do so, the pup slid up and across his father's knee. He grasped onto the bed sheets on the other side, his bottom lip trembling slightly beneath his teeth. It was a position the pup had become very familiar with over his nine years. \n\n\tMarsten rested his large, strong palm upon the small of his son's back. Sternly, he wrapped his fingers under the waistband of Justin's pants and, with several firm tugs, pulled the fabric down to rest around the pup's knees. Justin barely contained a soft whimper of embarrassment as his white briefs were exposed. Then, with the briefs tugged down to join his pants around the pup's knees, he was utterly unable to prevent his whimper becoming audible. \n\n\tThe wolf rested his strong, hard paw against Justin's unclad, unprotected bottom, and Justin's mind went blank. He tried to brace himself, but he knew that would be quite futile. He clasped his small fist against the bed sheets. Marsten raised his paw, keeping his palm hard and strong, and brought it down sharply against his son's upturned bottom with an echoing =WHACK!!=. Justin let out a sharp, bleating cry, squeezing his eyes shut. A light, red pawmark glinted against his soft grey buttocks. He kept his eyes squeezed shut tight, trying to hide from the embarrassment. He knew that, no matter what, he always cried when his daddy spanked him. \n\n\tMarsten arched his firm, strong hand up, and brought it down again across Justin's soft buttocks. The pup's rump shook slightly with the impact, and he couldn't hold back a sharp ``Ow!'' Again the smack of contact echoed in the room, and the pup clasped tighter against the bedsheets. ``I have told you time and time again about getting into fights'' snarled his father, accenting his lesson with a third fierce =SMACK!!=. Justin's footpaws began to squirm, soon to escalate into far worse, and he sputtered a pained ``I'm sorry daddy''. \n\n\tJustin felt his father's grip tighten as he started to squirm and kick. His backside stung fiercely, the upper layers of his rump-cheeks burning fiercely. He heard the next resonating =CRACK!!= of his father's hard palm against his buttocks before he felt it, and the sensation swam through him fiercely. This time he couldn't stifle the cry. ``Aaa-oww!!'' he wailed, embarrassed at his own reaction. His eyes began to sting; although nowhere near as badly as the stinging that assailed his reddening bottom; as he blinked hard to fight back tears. \n\n\tThe next smack came, followed quickly by another, and another, and all Justin could do was wail and bleat. Inwardly he was glad he hadn't earned the hairbrush; if he had, he'd have escalated to screams long ago. He pulled against the bedsheets, tears falling across his cheeks as he bawled uncontrollably. ``Please daddy! Owww!!'' he whimpered, ``I'm sorry.'' Marsten, though, was having none of it. He held the pup tightly in place, his palm stinging as he brought it firmly across the pup's shaking, red-marked buttocks again and again. \n\n\tIn less than three minutes from sitting nervous and scared on the bed, Justin's punishment came to its conclusion. The pup wailed terribly, a mix of the fire-like burning that seared across his plump little bottom, and the sheer awful embarrassment of being so sternly punished. His father brought his paw resoundingly down across Justin's bared backside one last time, a resonating =WHACK!!= that echoed through the wall, cresting a fierce red hue across his son's upturned buttocks. Justin wailed, tears rolling, footpaws kicking, and when Marsten said ``Think that's quite enough, young man'', his heart leapt that it was over.\n\n\tJustin scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes. He clasped his pants and, nervously and with the occasional wince as the fabric pressed against his burning backside, pulled them back up. ``I'm sorry, dad'' he mumbled. \n\nMarsten nodded, sliding an arm around his son's shoulder, and they hugged. ``You don't get into any more fights at school, and we'll say no more about it'' he replied.\n\nJustin nodded quickly, closing his eyes. ``I'll try'' he answered. \n\nGiving him a proud smile, Marsten rubbed the pup's ears, ``I know you will, lad. Hey, we never finished dinner, did we? I've got some ice cream in the freezer, how about we grab some of that?''\n\nJustin looked up and smiled, ``Sure.'' He hopped back, wincing slightly. ``But, uh'' he asked, ``If it's ice cream, could I get a large piece? I'm gonna need it to cool down my butt.''\n\n\t\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tJustin clasped his book-bag tightly against him and ran. ``Oh man'', he muttered to himself as he pelted at full-speed down the pavement towards the bus. He heard the ominous hiss as the door swung shut, and even at full speed, he knew he'd never get to it in time. The bus pulled away into traffic, and Justin staggered to a halt, watching it ride away into the distance. ``Oh man'', he muttered again, whimpering at the thought of the long trek home, ``My dad's gonna kill me.''

\tMarsten sunk down into his favourite armchair, and reached for the remote control. Flicking through several channels, he tried to let his mind ease from the day's menial chores of work. As per usual, nothing caught his interest. He glanced at the clock. His son should be home by now. He sighed. It wasn't unknown for his son to be held back after class to get a stern talking-to from a teacher, or wind up in detention. He'd give a half-hour, he decided, before he'd call the school and make enquiries.

\tWiping his long, grey hair from out of his eyes, Justin hurried along down the street. He looked up into the sky, realising that it would soon be growing dark. He stifled a whimper. His dad would be pissed. He gulped, and picked up his pace, struggling to carry his bag along behind him. Thoughts flashed through his head, wondering what he'd tell his dad. He glanced at the streets, quickly figured it'd be a good twenty minutes run back home. Above him, the cloudy skies darkened, and the first few specks of rain started to fall.

\tBy the time Justin got home, the rain had kicked into overdrive. His coat was soaked, and as he rung on the doorbell, he realised that he was shivering terribly. The moment Marsten opened the door, Justin bolted inside, glad to be out of the cold. ``Ye Gods, lad'' muttered his father, ``Looks like you drowned out there.'' Shedding his coat over the nearest radiator, the eleven year old pup nodded, trying to conceal his shivering. ``Well,'' continued Marsten, ``Don't worry. Dinner's nearly ready.''

\tDinner that night was nothing special, primarily because Marsten was an atrociously poor cook. Justin, though, settled quite happily for a bowl of spaghetti shapes, and Marsten proceeded to tip some steamed vegetables onto the side of the plate beside some vague pieces of chicken. Over dinner, the two talked amicably, watching old re-runs of Star Trek on TV as they did so. Eventually, Marsten turned to his son and asked ``So, why were you so late home?''

\tJustin looked askance, chewing on a spoonful. ``Missed the bus'' he replied quickly. A little too quickly perhaps, but nevertheless Marsten nodded. Justin ate another spoonful, relieved for that moment to be once again on solid ground. Together they continued to dine.

\t``And how was school, anyways?'' asked Marsten, carefully cutting through a thin piece of chicken.

\t``Good'' replied his son.

\tMarsten nodded. ``No problems?'' he asked, chewing quite deliberately. Justin glanced over, and shook his head. Inside the pup's tummy, he felt a sinking feeling, like an acrobat who'd just realised that his net might be missing.

\tMarsten swallowed his piece of chicken, and stated quite calmly, ``Well, I ask because when you were late, I gave the school a call, and your English teacher told me that you were kept behind.'' Yes, the net was definitely gone. Justin felt that sinking feeling turn into a freefall plummet. His father set down his knife and fork with an echoing clink. ``Care to tell me what happened?''

\tJustin bit down on his lip, attempting to stifle a whimper. He shuffled backwards against the chair, looking downwards. ``I.. uhh...'' he attempted.

\t``The truth, if you please'' advised his father sternly.

\tJustin gulped. That amazed him; he'd seen people, usually on cartoons, gulp when they were in trouble. He'd done it before himself, and it seemed that whenever he did it, he knew what was going to happen. He mumbled down into his chest, ``Got into a fight.''

\tIf Marsten were still holding his fork, he would have set it down hard on the table right then. Instead, he settled for his hand. ``You did what?'' he barked.

\tJustin squirmed harder against the chair. ``I.. I'm sorry, dad.'' He mumbled. ``It's just that, we were playing football, right? And I kicked the ball, and Jimmy said it was out, but it wasn't...'' he explained in fast staccato, hurrying along the explanation, ``And I told him I wasn't, and he said I was a liar, so it just... kind of... happened...''

\tMarsten gave a long, heavy sigh. ``A fight'' he murmured. He gave his son a stern, hard look. ``I think you've had enough dinner, lad. Head up to your room and wait for me there.''

\t``But dad...''

\t``GO!!'' barked the wolf. Justin hurried along. He wasn't a foolish boy, not by a long shot; reckless, perhaps, but he knew from experience that this would be a wise juncture to do just as instructed. He pushed his chair back, and hurried his way up the stairs, his tummy dancing like a storm of butterflies.

\tMarsten stood, and collected both plates. Silently he walked into the kitchen, and dipped them under a running tap, leaving them to soak. Walking into the hallway, he glanced at a mirror that hung on the wall. On a small table opposite sat a simple, flat-backed wooden hairbrush, one used to quickly adjust his hair before heading out the door. He lifted the hairbrush, and thought. Silently, he weighed up the details in his mind. Then, finally, he set the hairbrush back down on the table, and marched upstairs.

\tJustin sat on the side of his bed, his footpaws barely reaching the floor, nervous. He was no stranger to being punished; his father loved him dearly, he knew that, but he was a stern man at times and could be insistent on good manners. He watched the handle of his door nervously, his heart pounding so hard it threatened to break out of his chest. Finally, after what seemed many hundred years, the handle on the door turned and Marsten entered. The first thing the pup did was glance down at his father's hands; he wasn't carrying a hairbrush or anything worse. Inwardly, the pup sighed. That was a good sign. Perhaps this would not be so serious after all.

\tMarsten paced over to stand before his son, looking down to him. ``Fighting? Over a bloody game of football?'' he said, a ring of both anger and disappointment ringing in his voice.

\tHis son looked down at his footpaws, biting occasionally against his lower lip. ``'m sorry'' He mumbled.

\tHis father nodded. He eased himself down onto the bed, and began the lecture. ``You know why you're not to get into fights, don't you lad?'' he began. Justin nodded. This wasn't a new conversation. Three times already since school had begun term anew, Justin had wound up getting into playground scuffles. The reasons he knew were simple enough; he let his fists act before he thought. Each time, of course, had presented exactly the same consequences.

\tHis father sighed, and patted his knee. ``Over.''

\tBiting his lip, Justin's mind raced to find any quick ploys or tricks on how to get out of this. He came up blank. With his mind screaming not to do so, the pup slid up and across his father's knee. He grasped onto the bed sheets on the other side, his bottom lip trembling slightly beneath his teeth. It was a position the pup had become very familiar with over his nine years.

\tMarsten rested his large, strong palm upon the small of his son's back. Sternly, he wrapped his fingers under the waistband of Justin's pants and, with several firm tugs, pulled the fabric down to rest around the pup's knees. Justin barely contained a soft whimper of embarrassment as his white briefs were exposed. Then, with the briefs tugged down to join his pants around the pup's knees, he was utterly unable to prevent his whimper becoming audible.

\tThe wolf rested his strong, hard paw against Justin's unclad, unprotected bottom, and Justin's mind went blank. He tried to brace himself, but he knew that would be quite futile. He clasped his small fist against the bed sheets. Marsten raised his paw, keeping his palm hard and strong, and brought it down sharply against his son's upturned bottom with an echoing =WHACK!!=. Justin let out a sharp, bleating cry, squeezing his eyes shut. A light, red pawmark glinted against his soft grey buttocks. He kept his eyes squeezed shut tight, trying to hide from the embarrassment. He knew that, no matter what, he always cried when his daddy spanked him.

\tMarsten arched his firm, strong hand up, and brought it down again across Justin's soft buttocks. The pup's rump shook slightly with the impact, and he couldn't hold back a sharp ``Ow!'' Again the smack of contact echoed in the room, and the pup clasped tighter against the bedsheets. ``I have told you time and time again about getting into fights'' snarled his father, accenting his lesson with a third fierce =SMACK!!=. Justin's footpaws began to squirm, soon to escalate into far worse, and he sputtered a pained ``I'm sorry daddy''.

\tJustin felt his father's grip tighten as he started to squirm and kick. His backside stung fiercely, the upper layers of his rump-cheeks burning fiercely. He heard the next resonating =CRACK!!= of his father's hard palm against his buttocks before he felt it, and the sensation swam through him fiercely. This time he couldn't stifle the cry. ``Aaa-oww!!'' he wailed, embarrassed at his own reaction.  His eyes began to sting; although nowhere near as badly as the stinging that assailed his reddening bottom; as he blinked hard to fight back tears.

\tThe next smack came, followed quickly by another, and another, and all Justin could do was wail and bleat. Inwardly he was glad he hadn't earned the hairbrush; if he had, he'd have escalated to screams long ago. He pulled against the bedsheets, tears falling across his cheeks as he bawled uncontrollably. ``Please daddy! Owww!!'' he whimpered, ``I'm sorry.'' Marsten, though, was having none of it. He held the pup tightly in place, his palm stinging as he brought it firmly across the pup's shaking, red-marked buttocks again and again.

\tIn less than three minutes from sitting nervous and scared on the bed, Justin's punishment came to its conclusion. The pup wailed terribly, a mix of the fire-like burning that seared across his plump little bottom, and the sheer awful embarrassment of being so sternly punished. His father brought his paw resoundingly down across Justin's bared backside one last time, a resonating =WHACK!!= that echoed through the wall, cresting a fierce red hue across his son's upturned buttocks. Justin wailed, tears rolling, footpaws kicking, and when Marsten said ``Think that's quite enough, young man'', his heart leapt that it was over.

\tJustin scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes. He clasped his pants and, nervously and with the occasional wince as the fabric pressed against his burning backside, pulled them back up. ``I'm sorry, dad'' he mumbled.

Marsten nodded, sliding an arm around his son's shoulder, and they hugged. ``You don't get into any more fights at school, and we'll say no more about it'' he replied.

Justin nodded quickly, closing his eyes. ``I'll try'' he answered.

Giving him a proud smile, Marsten rubbed the pup's ears, ``I know you will, lad. Hey, we never finished dinner, did we? I've got some ice cream in the freezer, how about we grab some of that?''

Justin looked up and smiled, ``Sure.'' He hopped back, wincing slightly. ``But, uh'' he asked, ``If it's ice cream, could I get a large piece? I'm gonna need it to cool down my butt.''

\t

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