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—Rogue (who's exictance has yet to be disproved)
Rueful Rogue (F/b, nc)
It was a little before four in the afternoon, and Rogue was on his way home from school. Though unfortunately for him this involved changing busies halfway home, with a good half hour wait between buses. Luckily for him the bus stop was outside the local mall.
Rogue was just killing time window shopping, with all the self assurance of being a familiar face dawdling through the place in his school uniform with his bag over his shoulder, occasional glancing at his watch to make sure he don't miss the bus. when he gets to the toy section of the main department store when he spies the latest release in the super-soaker line, the SS 50 Mk II, with double valves, for speed pumping! Oh what an advantage it would be in the brat arms race, but ohhhh the price. Rogue frowns it would be ages before he could save his pocket money to get it. As he is looking it over in his hands he realizes the sales assistant is busy elsewhere, without much though he slips the box into his bag, and for show looks at his watch, and scoots back out to the bus stop.
Once at the bus stop Rogue disposes of the box. and practise his quick draw with it, getting the feel of his new toy, just itching to get home and try it out. after a while the bus arrives and he continues the journey home.
"I'm home." Rogue calls out has he walks in the door.
"Hi, Baby, how was school?" Mommy replies as he walks into the living room.
"Fine, Mommy, Though I have a list of words to relearn from the spelling test as homework" Rogue answers with a frown at the end. Rogue then turns to head up to his room when Mommy spots a handle of a watergun sticking out from his bag, and grabs it knowing the school does allow such toys to be brought to school but is surprized at what she pulls out for this isn't Rogue's watergun
"What's this young man?" she says sternly
"My watergun Mommy" he answer with only a moments hesitation and reaches for it.
"Not so fast. I though Your Watergun was blue, not red, lets go to your room and see something." ands with her free hand and Rogue back and gives him as small push to indicate he's to lead the way.
Getting worried Rogue does his best to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary, though Mommy knows him well enough to tell that's exactly what's he is feeling just by watching him. When they arrive Rogue casually puts his bag on his desk next to the 'puter, and Mommy goes over to his closet and pulls out Rogue's original watergun, and hold one in each hand.
"Now Hatchling you care to change your story?"
Rogue having his bluff called tries to come out with another plausible story "it's..it's Noah's"
"Rogue, Then why did you say it was yours, and this looks different from any of you boys, and newer. You care to try again or shall we go return it to Noah?"
Rogue hangs his head and hives it a slow shake "No, Mommy."
"Right do you care to tell me the truth now or shale we add to lying, and breaking the school rules by having a watergun at school?"
"I Didn't bring it to school" Rogue quickly replies, then more slowly and a bearly audible, "I Stole it"
"Pardon?!?" Mommy says incredibly not sure she heard him, "speak up, and look at me when I'm talking to you"
Rogue slowly bring his gaze up from the floor dreading to meet his Mommy's eyes not wanting to seen her anger or worse yet her disappointment in her eyes "I Stole it Mommy" bearly able to keep voice working, and eyes meeting hers.
"Rogue, change out of your uniform, but do bother putting on your after school clothes, you won't be needing them, and meet me in the living room." Mommy leave's Rogue room and goes back down stairs. to try and calm herself down.
Rogue dawdles slightly getting out of his uniform not eager to meet his mommy down stairs, but the again he doesn't want to make her any more angry. he trudges himself down stairs in his undies. He nears the bottom of the stairs when he see mommy's sitting in her chair, and next her on the coffee table, as he expected, the paddle. But also with something he has seen used only once before, and then not on him, the tawse. this cause him to burst into the tears he was trying to hold back.
"Come over here and sit on my lap Rogue" Mommy beckons to get him moving again, and when he gets nears she reaches out and helps him sit on her lap. "Darling while normally you are still a bit you little to receive the Tawse stealing in serious enough for you to feel its intend use."
With that Mommy Gives him a hug then moves her wayward hatchling to be fast down over her lap, the grabs his the waist band of his undies, "Pout up now. You will not be needing your panties for now." and draws them down to his knees before reach for the paddle. "I'm extremely WHACKextremely WHACK Disappointed in you WHACK young man WHACK. You know better than WHACK to WHACK take things from that WHACK don't belong to you!" WHACK, Mommy lays into rogue's posterior that has Rogue kicking and walling straight away, both from the paddling, and from the knowledge he has really let Mommy down.
"What where you thinking WHACK when you did that WHACK?!? WHACK WHACK Answer me!"
"I OWWWWIEEE!, Wasn't *SOB* Mommy!!! WHaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
"WHACK Darn Right you Weren't young man! WHACK Then to WHACK repeatable WHACK lie WHACK about it when WHACK you knew WHACK that you where caught WHACK"
Rogue stops his kicking and struggling, and just bawls as mommy Rains the paddle down on his Red backside. When this point is reached, mommy stops
"Now Rogue, I'm going to Finish the spanking with the 3 strokes of then Tawse. I want you to ask fore each one before hand."
Rogue takes a second to compose himself enough to get the a voice "Mommy can you please give me the first stroke, so that I can learn my Lesson Mommy."
THWACK!!!!
"OWWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAhhhhhh!!!!!! *Sob* Can I please now Have my Second stroke so that it wont steal again"
THWACK!!!!
"YOOOWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAhhhhhh!!!!! *Gaps* Can now have the third stroke so that I wont lie to you again Mommy.
THWACK!!!!
Mommy puts the tawse down and the turns rogue to a sitting position on her lap and huggles him close while he cries himself out and rocks him gently. "There there hatchling, its all over now, HUSH, all is forgiven"
adventully Rogue cries himself to sleep in Mommy's arms, so she takes him upstairs and puts him in bed to have a nap. Think perhaps it would be best to put the stolen toy into that toys for kids charity.
