Finding The 4077th

Another Kid

He started crying, he couldn't stand the thought of his dad spanking him and he didn't want people to hear because they would ask him to make sure he was alright and that's embarrassing! Well, Radar always asked if he was okay after, and it was sweet but also a bit humiliating.

They entered the Swamp, and Hawkeye took hold of the back of Chris's neck and gently but firmly stirred him to the bed.

He pointed to the boy's cot and Chris scrambled under the covers. Chris hoped his dad wouldn't spank him but his stomach dropped as Hawkeye made the turn-around gesture. He sniffled, tears burning in his eyes as did what he was told. Hawkeye pulled the blankets to the side to access the small bottom

"You better start explaining how you got out of the tent!" Hawkeye needed answers and needed them now, his son was wandering around and was doing it unnoticed for too long. So Hawkeye's conclusion was that Chris didn't just use the front door to get out.

Chris started to sob softly but didn't answer. He didn't want his dad to get madder!

Hawkeye sighed. And without warning, pulling the small pajama bottoms down, Chris gasped and started sobbing harder as his underwear followed.

"Now you listen here, Mister!" Hawkeye's voice was firm and serious as he put his hand on the child's back to keep him in place. Chris put his hands back to protect his bum. But before he could touch his exposed cheeks his dad gave them a tap.

”Keep your hands in front of you!“

"Y-Yes sir," Chris said in a soft voice as he buried his head in his arms.

"You're going to explain this instant. This will not be the only question and I don't have much time. Understood?" Hawkeye said, his voice getting very stern and Chris felt his stomach flip.

”Well? How did you get out of the tent?"

Chris pointed to the spot next to his cot, “Under the tent.” he murmured.

“Okay, thank you. How long have you been doing this? And following other people than myself?” Hawkeye continues

Chris hiccupped before he answered “ a..a few weeks”

“Hawkeye gave a fast slap on the small bottom under him.”

“Ouch!” Chris hissed and let out a sob.

“A few weeks!” Hawkeye scolded.

*SLAP!!*

“I'm sorry!” Chris cried.

“And how often a week?” Hawkeye asked.
Chris took a deep breath. This was bad! He had been caught and he didn't want to tell how often he does this, his dad would only get madder.

Hawkeye slapped again, harder. 

*SLAP!!*

“Christopher! You better answer me!”

"Auw! Don't...P-p-please!" The sobbing boy swallowed hard.

“T-Twice a-a w-week!...Or more” Christopher softy added the last.

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. “Two times a week or even more?. That means you are almost doing it every day!

“I'm sorry!”

Hawkeye sighed and raised his hand again and again.

*SLAP* *SLAP!!*  *SLAP!!*

“OWW!!” Chris started sobbing faster as he felt his bottom begin to burn, then it was followed by another loud smack. The slap of skin.

'No, no, no…' Chris thought. He didn't want a spanking! He hoped for the normal couple of smacks he got normally when he got out. But apparently, his dad thought otherwise!