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Instead of urging Rex to settle down, for some reason, the increase in affection from his dad was inspiring him to go overboard – with the backtalking, the rule-breaking, and everything else that would get him punished. No one knew what the hell to do, and compounding the chaos was Dalton, who suddenly took it upon himself to act up as well.\n\nWhy D persisted in timing these...episodes...of his when Reckless was already at his most insufferable absolutely infuriated Malcolm to no end. He strongly suspected his second-born was aggravating him deliberately in an attempt to divert the Wrath of Dad away from his younger brother, but D's interference was exasperating nonetheless – and Malcolm frequently let him know it by putting a major sting in his backside. What D was doing was sweet in a way – after all, the Barrett boys were being raised to support each other – but Malcolm didn't need the distraction of Dalton's meddling right now. He had enough to handle already with just his second youngest child, especially since, no matter what he did, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere.\n\nEventually, Malcolm began seeking outside advice. Plagued with worry, he brought up the subject with virtually every adult he trusted, but what he learned from these people either depressed him or disgusted him. A whopping zero were living in situations that even remotely mirrored his own, and only a scant few were dealing with teenagers as fiercely rebellious as Reckless. Of those with experience, the sad truth was, none were as determined as Malcolm to re-connect with their offspring. Their suggestions were ludicrous, if they were forthcoming at all, so he quickly stopped asking these people altogether. Since no one had a clue any more than he did, he would continue to do the only things that he could: rely on his instincts, keep the faith, and try to hold his family intact. He loved Rex more than life itself and hated having to punish him so often, but he wouldn't let that stop him from doing right by his little boy this time around. He would discipline Rex when he had to and stay close to the boy when he didn't, and God willing, his third son would come back to him one day.\n\nUnbeknownst to Malcolm that day was coming soon.\n\nReckless wasn't nearly as spiteful, or ignorant, or blind, as some people were beginning to think he was. He recognized full well that his dad was trying to reconcile with him, and he mulled it over constantly, especially when he was being disobedient. In truth, he was tired: tired of his brothers' covert looks, tired of butting heads with his dad, and tired of seeing a bright red behind whenever he stripped down for the shower. Kicking and crying over his dad's lap every five days wasn't fun, but the alternative could be so much worse.\n\nWhat if he behaved himself and the hugs stopped coming?\n\nEveryone kept insisting that wasn't going to happen, but what if they were wrong? Dad was always attentive to him now, but why was that really? Because he genuinely loved him? Because the family was watching his every move? Or because Rex kept resisting him, and Dad couldn't stand to lose?\n\nAccording to Sonny, Dalton and Kurt only the first answer was correct, and on good days when Rex was feeling fine, he believed them. On bad days, however, sitting down to supper was a tender affair to say the least, and anyone with any sense at all kept their distance from him. He loved his brothers, and he knew they meant well trying to make him believe in a happily ever after, but they didn't know everything – and when it came to certain things in particular, frankly, they didn't know fuck-all. It was easy for them to assume that Dad loved him. What did they know about suffering nightmares and fear and rejection? They'd seen stuff, sure...but they hadn't actually lived it like he had. They'd never had to beg the old man for a beating just to prove to themselves that he cared. They'd never once had to wonder for weeks on end if their births had been a mistake.\n\nTired or not, Rex couldn't just forget the past and start over. His brothers may want him to, and even he did every time Dad kissed him good night, but it was hard to suddenly trust that his father would be there for him exactly like his brothers. The man had already let him down once in the worst way possible. Who's to say he wouldn't change his mind, and do it again? Whether it made sense or not, it somehow felt safer to keep testing the man, to keep pushing him until Malcolm Barrett hit his limit.\n\nDid Dad really not have one when it came to him...?\n\nNo matter what anyone told him, Rex had to find out the truth for himself.\n\n \n\n∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞\n \n\nThree months later, on a sunny afternoon, Rex was determined to get his answer. If he'd been tired of the tension before, now he was nearly exhausted, sapped almost to the core from ducking his dad and/or taxing the man to extremes. Dalton also seemed to have made it his life's goal to remind Rex that he was just wasting time, and honestly, Rex was sick to death of hearing him preach. Worse still was the fact that his annoying older brother was right, and Rex did want a close-knit relationship with their dad before it was too late. If the man could still love him after today, Rex was certain they would have it.\n\nHis plan? To wreak havoc at Malcolm's construction company and make an utter nuisance of himself, an area of his father's life where irresponsibility was never indulged. If there was one thing Dad despised and absolutely would not tolerate, it was foolishness on a job site where time was definitely money, and accidents could happen all too easily. He didn't object to the children of his employees coming to visit – in fact, he encouraged it whenever it was safe – but there were ten \"commandments\" they all had to obey without exception. Respecting the safety guidelines, obeying the men, and touching only with permission all topped that list, so if Rex flouted those rules, his dad was bound to lose it – all the more so because Reckless was his kid, the owner of the bloody company. What kind of a man would he look like to his men if he couldn't control his own rampaging offspring?\n\nWith this in mind, Rex waited impatiently for the next free day from school to roll around, then struck without mercy – although it took awhile for him to get started. He popped in to greet his dad first, intending to just say a quick hello before getting to work pulling pranks, but he'd forgotten how attentive his dad was nowadays when it came to his third son. It took some doing to escape the old man's shadow.\n\nIn all honesty, Rex was stunned at the man's welcome. He suspected his dad would smile or wave at seeing him, but he hadn't expected Malcolm to be beyond elated at his visit, or to drop everything just to parade him proudly about the place. Rex was certain the workers didn't need to be reminded so often that he was the boss' son, but shushing his dad was a total waste of time. As far as Malcolm was concerned, he'd been asking Rex to come to work with him for months without success, and he wasn't about to squander the opportunity to show him off now that his son had finally surprised him. That Rex had been so unselfish as to \"waste\" a school holiday day just to spend time with him just made the gesture that much more special, so Malcolm fully intended to milk it for all it was worth.\n\nRex tried to shrug it off when his dad told him that, but it wasn't easy. Malcolm looked so happy to have him around – so completely content – the teen wasn't convinced any more that he needed to follow through with his original plans. In all likelihood, this would be a mistake. Ever since that first whipping for that freeboarding disaster, Dad had showed him time and time again that he was loved just as much as his brothers, so why was Rex going to do this? The sixteen-year-old couldn't really say, but as Malcolm excused himself to discuss an emergency with an employee, Rex took a step to the left...and then another...and then another until he'd rounded the corner out of sight.\n\nNot really intending to be a total pain in the ass any more, he somehow assured himself that it was okay to do little things: hiding a few thermoses here...scribbling on some blueprints there...after all, anyone can knock a toolbox off the scaffolding. Unfortunately for the teen, not just anyone was traipsing around helmet-less, wearing a bright green t-shirt with baggy black Chinos, so when the men started noticing his handiwork – and several remembered they'd seen him in the vicinity – escaping detection promptly became impossible.\n\nMalcolm was notified, and he was not pleased. He'd been searching for Reckless himself for over an hour to drive him to see Sonny, who was working on another site of theirs across town. What the hell did the boy think he was doing, sneaking off just to fool around? Didn't he remember the rules?\n\nRex surely did. By the time the assistant foreman snagged him, the teen had managed to shatter all ten of his father's \"commandments\" thrice over in extraordinarily creative ways. In fact, no area of the company had been left untouched. Naturally, Rex insisted he hadn't really, really meant to do it – he just...sorta...got carried away having fun – but while this sounded like a decent excuse to him, to the big lunkhead with a vice grip on his arm, it wasn't nearly good enough. Within a minute of getting caught testing the solidity of drywall with a steel toe boot, Rex found himself hauled around the site until he was face to face with his fuming father.\n\n\"Boss, you might want to put a leash on this one.\"\n\nHis duty now done, Mike Jones shook his head and grumbled to himself as he stalked back to his original job. He'd handled some nasty things before in the twenty plus years he'd been part of the industry, but it never ceased to irritate him how he always got roped into corralling bratty kids. On every job, there was always some juvenile delinquent in the making who got it into his head to have \"fun\", and more often than not, they were related to the goddamn owner. Jesus.\n\nMalcolm's infuriated thoughts weren't all that far removed from Mike's. He'd met the undisciplined children of enough co-workers in his time, but never, EVER had they shared the Barrett name.\n\n\"Come with me!\"\n\nSnatching Rex by the hand and forcing the teenager to trot, Malcolm led him straight back to the office trailer in the north lot. It wasn't that far away, but he knew for a fact that it was empty, and more importantly, it was secluded enough for what he intended to do.\n\n\"Dad! Where're we going?!\"\n\nWhen Malcolm wouldn't answer, Rex leaned back to slow them down, trying fervently to remove his hand from his father's. It was embarrassing enough that he'd just been propelled around the place by some hulking brute who had no right to touch him. He didn't need his daddy adding to his shame by holding his hand and dragging him past a bunch more employees like he was some naughty little boy.\n\n\"Dad! Let go! I can walk myself!\"\n\nIf Malcolm believed it, he gave no sign. He held firmly to his son until they reached the trailer, then swatted the teenager inside. Immediately to the left were two spare chairs, and Malcolm snatched the one closest, then slammed it down before him. With a deft slide of the bolt, he locked them both inside and turned to his gulping son.\n\nRex was twelve feet and still backing up. He told himself to look tough and put his foot down. No way was his dad allowed to spank his butt here, where anyone could waltz right up to this tin can of an office, stick their nose up to one of the windows, then spy on his punishment firsthand. He clutched his behind and opened his mouth to say all of this...then jumped and promptly forgot his speech as Malcolm Barrett bellowed at him.\n\n\"OVER HERE! RIGHT NOW!\"\n\n\"P-please, Dad!\"\n\nThat didn't come out nearly as forceful as Rex needed it to, but to Malcolm, even that much defiance was too much. Cutting the distance between them in five short strides, he grabbed Reckless by the forearm and marched him back to the chair.\n\n\"Dad, please!\" Rex begged. \"I'm sorry!\"\n\nAs his father took a seat and immediately set to work undoing his pants, Rex tried to stop him.\n\n\"No, Dad! Please! Not here! Wait 'til we get home!\"\n\nFor all the good it did, the teen might as well have never spoken. Malcolm Barrett was not going to be dissuaded by something as unimportant as their current location, and he slapped Rex's fingers out of the way. In seconds, the boy's top button was undone. All zippers and protective clothing were dispensed with next, but Malcolm paid scant attention to the nervous erection that bobbed into view.\n\nRex tried to retreat, but he couldn't make a fast getaway with his ankles hampered by his clothes. The one tiny step he managed was quickly countermanded by the four steps his dad made him take to get back into position over his knees. His dick was squashed against Malcolm's right thigh, but Rex barely felt it. Before the first slap had even landed, the teen was already kicking.\n\n\"Dad! I'm sorry!\"\n\nFor the next six minutes, regardless of what apologies his son made – and there were many – Malcolm had no interest in hearing any of it. With his face flushed in anger and his mouth firmly fixed in a tight line, the man focused on nothing except the sting he intended to impart to Rex's backside. Over and under, then side to side, Malcolm spanked the sixteen-year-old bottom before him methodically, thoroughly determined that no antics as wretched as this would ever be repeated by another one of his sons – and especially not this one.\n\nSquirming and begging across his dad's lap, a mortified Reckless had already vowed to himself that they wouldn't. He couldn't believe he'd provoked his dad into spanking him on his bare behind like he would Kurt, as if he were still eleven years old without a single pubic hair to his name. He was a junior in high school, long past the age of getting smacked on the buns by the palm of his father's hand, yet here he was once again, draped and humiliated like a bad little boy still in grade school. Worse still, this was happening to him right in his father's place of work, and Reckless cursed himself for his stupid ideas with every flaming swat to his backside.\n\nDad wasn't cutting him any kind of break from what he could feel. Each one of the man's spanks was a force to be reckoned with, and Rex's whimpering quickly overtook his begging. Sniffling wasn't far behind, and once that began, it wasn't long before the tears welling in his amber eyes dripped to the floor. The teen also gave vent through his voice.\n\n\"OWWW! DADDY! PLEASE!\"\n\nLess than a minute after Rex began to sob in earnest, a series of bone-breaking knocks shook the trailer.\n\n\"BOSS! BOSS, WE GOT PROBLEMS ON THE FOURTH FLOOR! BETTER COME QUICK!\n\nWithout preamble, Malcolm hauled Reckless to his feet, then unlocked the door to get details, while inside, Rex shuffled to the left and yanked up his pants. Whoever was out there couldn't see him with his dad blocking the doorway, but Rex wasn't taking any chances. As it was, he didn't know how he was ever going to step out of this trailer. Who knows how long that guy had been tapping on the door before he realized he wasn't being heard? He must have gotten a hell of an earful while waiting for his boss to open up: the childish way Rex had shouted \"daddy\", the slapping, the crying... The teen hadn't done much of that last one, thank God, but still. Mr. Nosy Construction Loser probably heard it all, and he was bound to tell his buddies as soon as he got the chance. Rex could picture it easily. The moment he tried to sneak out the trailer, there would be finger-pointing, and jeering, and six-foot guys pretending to spank each other —\n\n\"Reckless! You stay right here in this office, is that clear?\"\n\nStartled out his miserable reverie, the sniffling teenager nodded his head while he swiped the tears off his face. He had no problem obeying that order. Hell, after this, he'd probably never disobey his dad in public again.\n\n\"Not one foot out this door, so help me God, or —\"\n\n\"BOSS!\"\n\nCasting a final frustrated look at the pouting face of his third son, Malcolm slammed the door behind him and left. He didn't give Rex a quick hug before he took off, and once the teenager realized it, he sulked even harder.\n\nFor awhile he occupied himself with soothing the sting out of his behind, but ten minutes of rubbing was all that was needed to take care of that. After that, Rex paced.\n\nAnd muttered to himself.\n\nAnd rubbed his butt again for lack of anything better to do.\n\nAn hour and forty minutes after his dad had ordered him to park it in the rat hole of his disgrace, Rex decided he'd had enough.\n\nAt first, all he did was open the door a crack. When no one appeared to start in with the teasing, he slipped outside and sat on the top step. 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Instead of urging Rex to settle down, for some reason, the increase in affection from his dad was inspiring him to go overboard – with the backtalking, the rule-breaking, and everything else that would get him punished. No one knew what the hell to do, and compounding the chaos was Dalton, who suddenly took it upon himself to act up as well.

Why D persisted in timing these...episodes...of his when Reckless was already at his most insufferable absolutely infuriated Malcolm to no end. He strongly suspected his second-born was aggravating him deliberately in an attempt to divert the Wrath of Dad away from his younger brother, but D's interference was exasperating nonetheless – and Malcolm frequently let him know it by putting a major sting in his backside. What D was doing was sweet in a way – after all, the Barrett boys were being raised to support each other – but Malcolm didn't need the distraction of Dalton's meddling right now. He had enough to handle already with just his second youngest child, especially since, no matter what he did, he didn't seem to be getting anywhere.

Eventually, Malcolm began seeking outside advice. Plagued with worry, he brought up the subject with virtually every adult he trusted, but what he learned from these people either depressed him or disgusted him. A whopping zero were living in situations that even remotely mirrored his own, and only a scant few were dealing with teenagers as fiercely rebellious as Reckless. Of those with experience, the sad truth was, none were as determined as Malcolm to re-connect with their offspring. Their suggestions were ludicrous, if they were forthcoming at all, so he quickly stopped asking these people altogether. Since no one had a clue any more than he did, he would continue to do the only things that he could: rely on his instincts, keep the faith, and try to hold his family intact. He loved Rex more than life itself and hated having to punish him so often, but he wouldn't let that stop him from doing right by his little boy this time around. He would discipline Rex when he had to and stay close to the boy when he didn't, and God willing, his third son would come back to him one day.

Unbeknownst to Malcolm that day was coming soon.

Reckless wasn't nearly as spiteful, or ignorant, or blind, as some people were beginning to think he was. He recognized full well that his dad was trying to reconcile with him, and he mulled it over constantly, especially when he was being disobedient. In truth, he was tired: tired of his brothers' covert looks, tired of butting heads with his dad, and tired of seeing a bright red behind whenever he stripped down for the shower. Kicking and crying over his dad's lap every five days wasn't fun, but the alternative could be so much worse.

What if he behaved himself and the hugs stopped coming?

Everyone kept insisting that wasn't going to happen, but what if they were wrong? Dad was always attentive to him now, but why was that really? Because he genuinely loved him? Because the family was watching his every move? Or because Rex kept resisting him, and Dad couldn't stand to lose?

According to Sonny, Dalton and Kurt only the first answer was correct, and on good days when Rex was feeling fine, he believed them. On bad days, however, sitting down to supper was a tender affair to say the least, and anyone with any sense at all kept their distance from him. He loved his brothers, and he knew they meant well trying to make him believe in a happily ever after, but they didn't know everything – and when it came to certain things in particular, frankly, they didn't know fuck-all. It was easy for them to assume that Dad loved him. What did they know about suffering nightmares and fear and rejection? They'd seen stuff, sure...but they hadn't actually lived it like he had. They'd never had to beg the old man for a beating just to prove to themselves that he cared. They'd never once had to wonder for weeks on end if their births had been a mistake.

Tired or not, Rex couldn't just forget the past and start over. His brothers may want him to, and even he did every time Dad kissed him good night, but it was hard to suddenly trust that his father would be there for him exactly like his brothers. The man had already let him down once in the worst way possible. Who's to say he wouldn't change his mind, and do it again? Whether it made sense or not, it somehow felt safer to keep testing the man, to keep pushing him until Malcolm Barrett hit his limit.

Did Dad really not have one when it came to him...?

No matter what anyone told him, Rex had to find out the truth for himself.

 

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Three months later, on a sunny afternoon, Rex was determined to get his answer. If he'd been tired of the tension before, now he was nearly exhausted, sapped almost to the core from ducking his dad and/or taxing the man to extremes. Dalton also seemed to have made it his life's goal to remind Rex that he was just wasting time, and honestly, Rex was sick to death of hearing him preach. Worse still was the fact that his annoying older brother was right, and Rex did want a close-knit relationship with their dad before it was too late. If the man could still love him after today, Rex was certain they would have it.

His plan? To wreak havoc at Malcolm's construction company and make an utter nuisance of himself, an area of his father's life where irresponsibility was never indulged. If there was one thing Dad despised and absolutely would not tolerate, it was foolishness on a job site where time was definitely money, and accidents could happen all too easily. He didn't object to the children of his employees coming to visit – in fact, he encouraged it whenever it was safe – but there were ten "commandments" they all had to obey without exception. Respecting the safety guidelines, obeying the men, and touching only with permission all topped that list, so if Rex flouted those rules, his dad was bound to lose it – all the more so because Reckless was his kid, the owner of the bloody company. What kind of a man would he look like to his men if he couldn't control his own rampaging offspring?

With this in mind, Rex waited impatiently for the next free day from school to roll around, then struck without mercy – although it took awhile for him to get started. He popped in to greet his dad first, intending to just say a quick hello before getting to work pulling pranks, but he'd forgotten how attentive his dad was nowadays when it came to his third son. It took some doing to escape the old man's shadow.

In all honesty, Rex was stunned at the man's welcome. He suspected his dad would smile or wave at seeing him, but he hadn't expected Malcolm to be beyond elated at his visit, or to drop everything just to parade him proudly about the place. Rex was certain the workers didn't need to be reminded so often that he was the boss' son, but shushing his dad was a total waste of time. As far as Malcolm was concerned, he'd been asking Rex to come to work with him for months without success, and he wasn't about to squander the opportunity to show him off now that his son had finally surprised him. That Rex had been so unselfish as to "waste" a school holiday day just to spend time with him just made the gesture that much more special, so Malcolm fully intended to milk it for all it was worth.

Rex tried to shrug it off when his dad told him that, but it wasn't easy. Malcolm looked so happy to have him around – so completely content – the teen wasn't convinced any more that he needed to follow through with his original plans. In all likelihood, this would be a mistake. Ever since that first whipping for that freeboarding disaster, Dad had showed him time and time again that he was loved just as much as his brothers, so why was Rex going to do this? The sixteen-year-old couldn't really say, but as Malcolm excused himself to discuss an emergency with an employee, Rex took a step to the left...and then another...and then another until he'd rounded the corner out of sight.

Not really intending to be a total pain in the ass any more, he somehow assured himself that it was okay to do little things: hiding a few thermoses here...scribbling on some blueprints there...after all, anyone can knock a toolbox off the scaffolding. Unfortunately for the teen, not just anyone was traipsing around helmet-less, wearing a bright green t-shirt with baggy black Chinos, so when the men started noticing his handiwork – and several remembered they'd seen him in the vicinity – escaping detection promptly became impossible.

Malcolm was notified, and he was not pleased. He'd been searching for Reckless himself for over an hour to drive him to see Sonny, who was working on another site of theirs across town. What the hell did the boy think he was doing, sneaking off just to fool around? Didn't he remember the rules?

Rex surely did. By the time the assistant foreman snagged him, the teen had managed to shatter all ten of his father's "commandments" thrice over in extraordinarily creative ways. In fact, no area of the company had been left untouched. Naturally, Rex insisted he hadn't really, really meant to do it – he just...sorta...got carried away having fun – but while this sounded like a decent excuse to him, to the big lunkhead with a vice grip on his arm, it wasn't nearly good enough. Within a minute of getting caught testing the solidity of drywall with a steel toe boot, Rex found himself hauled around the site until he was face to face with his fuming father.

"Boss, you might want to put a leash on this one."

His duty now done, Mike Jones shook his head and grumbled to himself as he stalked back to his original job. He'd handled some nasty things before in the twenty plus years he'd been part of the industry, but it never ceased to irritate him how he always got roped into corralling bratty kids. On every job, there was always some juvenile delinquent in the making who got it into his head to have "fun", and more often than not, they were related to the goddamn owner. Jesus.

Malcolm's infuriated thoughts weren't all that far removed from Mike's. He'd met the undisciplined children of enough co-workers in his time, but never, EVER had they shared the Barrett name.

"Come with me!"

Snatching Rex by the hand and forcing the teenager to trot, Malcolm led him straight back to the office trailer in the north lot. It wasn't that far away, but he knew for a fact that it was empty, and more importantly, it was secluded enough for what he intended to do.

"Dad! Where're we going?!"

When Malcolm wouldn't answer, Rex leaned back to slow them down, trying fervently to remove his hand from his father's. It was embarrassing enough that he'd just been propelled around the place by some hulking brute who had no right to touch him. He didn't need his daddy adding to his shame by holding his hand and dragging him past a bunch more employees like he was some naughty little boy.

"Dad! Let go! I can walk myself!"

If Malcolm believed it, he gave no sign. He held firmly to his son until they reached the trailer, then swatted the teenager inside. Immediately to the left were two spare chairs, and Malcolm snatched the one closest, then slammed it down before him. With a deft slide of the bolt, he locked them both inside and turned to his gulping son.

Rex was twelve feet and still backing up. He told himself to look tough and put his foot down. No way was his dad allowed to spank his butt here, where anyone could waltz right up to this tin can of an office, stick their nose up to one of the windows, then spy on his punishment firsthand. He clutched his behind and opened his mouth to say all of this...then jumped and promptly forgot his speech as Malcolm Barrett bellowed at him.

"OVER HERE! RIGHT NOW!"

"P-please, Dad!"

That didn't come out nearly as forceful as Rex needed it to, but to Malcolm, even that much defiance was too much. Cutting the distance between them in five short strides, he grabbed Reckless by the forearm and marched him back to the chair.

"Dad, please!" Rex begged. "I'm sorry!"

As his father took a seat and immediately set to work undoing his pants, Rex tried to stop him.

"No, Dad! Please! Not here! Wait 'til we get home!"

For all the good it did, the teen might as well have never spoken. Malcolm Barrett was not going to be dissuaded by something as unimportant as their current location, and he slapped Rex's fingers out of the way. In seconds, the boy's top button was undone. All zippers and protective clothing were dispensed with next, but Malcolm paid scant attention to the nervous erection that bobbed into view.

Rex tried to retreat, but he couldn't make a fast getaway with his ankles hampered by his clothes. The one tiny step he managed was quickly countermanded by the four steps his dad made him take to get back into position over his knees. His dick was squashed against Malcolm's right thigh, but Rex barely felt it. Before the first slap had even landed, the teen was already kicking.

"Dad! I'm sorry!"

For the next six minutes, regardless of what apologies his son made – and there were many – Malcolm had no interest in hearing any of it. With his face flushed in anger and his mouth firmly fixed in a tight line, the man focused on nothing except the sting he intended to impart to Rex's backside. Over and under, then side to side, Malcolm spanked the sixteen-year-old bottom before him methodically, thoroughly determined that no antics as wretched as this would ever be repeated by another one of his sons – and especially not this one.

Squirming and begging across his dad's lap, a mortified Reckless had already vowed to himself that they wouldn't. He couldn't believe he'd provoked his dad into spanking him on his bare behind like he would Kurt, as if he were still eleven years old without a single pubic hair to his name. He was a junior in high school, long past the age of getting smacked on the buns by the palm of his father's hand, yet here he was once again, draped and humiliated like a bad little boy still in grade school. Worse still, this was happening to him right in his father's place of work, and Reckless cursed himself for his stupid ideas with every flaming swat to his backside.

Dad wasn't cutting him any kind of break from what he could feel. Each one of the man's spanks was a force to be reckoned with, and Rex's whimpering quickly overtook his begging. Sniffling wasn't far behind, and once that began, it wasn't long before the tears welling in his amber eyes dripped to the floor. The teen also gave vent through his voice.

"OWWW! DADDY! PLEASE!"

Less than a minute after Rex began to sob in earnest, a series of bone-breaking knocks shook the trailer.

"BOSS! BOSS, WE GOT PROBLEMS ON THE FOURTH FLOOR! BETTER COME QUICK!

Without preamble, Malcolm hauled Reckless to his feet, then unlocked the door to get details, while inside, Rex shuffled to the left and yanked up his pants. Whoever was out there couldn't see him with his dad blocking the doorway, but Rex wasn't taking any chances. As it was, he didn't know how he was ever going to step out of this trailer. Who knows how long that guy had been tapping on the door before he realized he wasn't being heard? He must have gotten a hell of an earful while waiting for his boss to open up: the childish way Rex had shouted "daddy", the slapping, the crying... The teen hadn't done much of that last one, thank God, but still. Mr. Nosy Construction Loser probably heard it all, and he was bound to tell his buddies as soon as he got the chance. Rex could picture it easily. The moment he tried to sneak out the trailer, there would be finger-pointing, and jeering, and six-foot guys pretending to spank each other —

"Reckless! You stay right here in this office, is that clear?"

Startled out his miserable reverie, the sniffling teenager nodded his head while he swiped the tears off his face. He had no problem obeying that order. Hell, after this, he'd probably never disobey his dad in public again.

"Not one foot out this door, so help me God, or —"

"BOSS!"

Casting a final frustrated look at the pouting face of his third son, Malcolm slammed the door behind him and left. He didn't give Rex a quick hug before he took off, and once the teenager realized it, he sulked even harder.

For awhile he occupied himself with soothing the sting out of his behind, but ten minutes of rubbing was all that was needed to take care of that. After that, Rex paced.

And muttered to himself.

And rubbed his butt again for lack of anything better to do.

An hour and forty minutes after his dad had ordered him to park it in the rat hole of his disgrace, Rex decided he'd had enough.

At first, all he did was open the door a crack. When no one appeared to start in with the teasing, he slipped outside and sat on the top step. Unfortunately, that, too, was completely boring, so Rex began to wander, just around the trailer at first, but then to a nearby fence, and then around that same fence until he found himself by the makeshift parking lot. He wasn't strolling for very long between the rows when the voice of his dad's foreman, Jarvis Something-Or-Other, stopped him in his tracks.

"So, little boy ... I hear you got it good."

Stuffing his hands in this front pockets, Rex stiffened then turned. It took some effort, but he kept his expression neutral. He was not going to let this jerk get under his skin, particularly since he'd never even heard of the guy before today. More than likely, this foreman was just a pitiful sub for Andy Templeton, the guy his dad usually worked with, and Rex used that to feel better about himself while he answered him.

"I dunno what you're talking about," he lied.

Jarvis was expecting a reply like that and smirked, adjusting the back tarp on his truck. "I'm surprised a tough guy like you lets his daddy spank him —"

"I didn't get spanked!" Reckless insisted, his cool beginning to crack.

"Give it up, little boy, 'cause I saw it," Jarvis teased. What he was telling Rex was a load of crap since he'd only heard what happened twenty minutes before, but he was enjoying the warring expressions on Rex's face too much to confess the truth. "I saw it all," he insisted. "Right through the window in that trailer over yonder, I watched your daddy strip your panties down —"

"I don't wear panties, you asshole!"

"Best curb that language o' yours, little boy, or I'll tell your daddy right quick and watch him put you back over his knees!"

Hearing his name bellowed by one of the electricians, that was all Jarvis got to say. With a mock salute at the smoldering teenager, the foreman jogged over to where he was needed, leaving his victim to stew in his juices.

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