Nigel and a kind and caring man, but he was no push over. If he needed to, he will be firm with the boys. As the boy pleads to get out of the spanking. He looks at him and shook his head. "No, Oliver. You know that you are not suppose to run off or leave my eye sight." he tells him. As they arrived back to the house. He lead him to his bedroom and sat on the boy's bed. Then places him over his knee. "Naughty boys get spankings." he tells him and bares his bottom. He wrapped an arm around him and then starts spanking him firmly, but not to hard since he is smaller then him.

He frowns when his father tells him that Oliver would still be two young and Mr.Chan would be busy caring for his brother to even come. He was hoping that they could bond together. Then he was asked what he knew about handling rifles. "At you never point the barrel in people's faces. To hold tightly for the blast and that's all I know." he tells him.

Oliver whimpered and tried to get away from his Nanny, this was not the first time he'd gotten spanked, and it likely would not be the last either. "But I wanted an ice cream cooone!" he whimpered as he was pulled upstairs and then put over Mr. Chan's lap. He squirmed as his small bottom was bared and started yelping as the man began to spank him firmly. "Owww!!! Mr. Chan! Please it hurts!"

"That's right." George answered when his son told him what he knew about handling a rifle. "And never play around with the trigger, don't use the butt of the gun for anything but self defence, be sure to have a clear aim."

"It's suppose to hurt, young man. It's to remind you what would happen the next time you think of wondering off on your own." he tells him in a firm voice. Moving from cheek to cheek. Making sure that each smack left a sting to his bottom. To make sure he knew how much trouble he was in.

Trevor smiled as his father tells him that he was right with what he had told him. Then was told to never play with the trigger or use the butt of the gun unless it was in self defense. Also make sure he had a clear aim to what he is about to shoot. "Okay, father." he tells him.

Oliver squirmed and kicked his feet unhappily, trying to get up from his Nanny's lap. "Nooo!!!! Owww!!! Mr Chaaaaang!" he whimpered and threw a hand back to block his small bottom, "No! No it hurts, please do not!" he whined unhappily and pouted up at him.

"Good lad." George answered and finally the carriage stopped. He got up and lead his son out and over to his hunting group, a few older, wealthy men with rifles basically. "Hello men, today I've brought my son Trevor with me, to see what hunting is like first hand."

Calmly, he moved the boy's hand away from his bottom and pinned it against his back. "You can't blame anyone but yourself." he tells him as he continued to spank his bottom til it was cherry red. Then he stops. "Now, what have you learned?" he asked in a calm but firm tone.

When Trevor and his father finally arrived to the hunting grounds. He leaves the carriage and follows his father to a group of men his name and greet him to them. "Good day gentlemen. I am Trevor King." he introduce himself politely.

Oliver was sobbing hard by the time his Nanny was done spanking him. He sniffed when he asked him what he'd learned. "That you hate me and all you care about is the money you get paid for being around me..." he whimpered and wiped his eyes, sniffing once more. "You don't care about me...you enjoy hitting me..."

George smiled and put a hand on his son's shoulder, "He has some serious potential, he's a good child." he told the men and they all shook his hand, smiling and welcoming him into the hunting group.

"He looks just like his Father." The oldest one chuckled, "Tell me young man, have you been hunting before?"

It broken the nanny's heart to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Oliver, you know that's not true." he tells him. Rubbing his back in small circles. "I care for you deeply and I hate to punish you. I rather have fun with you." he tells him in a soft and caring voice.

When asked if he ever been hunting, he shook his head. "No, sir. This is my first time. But I always wanted to do it since I was little." he spoke to him politely.

"You only spend time with me at all because you are p-paid to..." Little Oliver whimpered and wiped some tears from his eyes. "You pretend to like me so that my Father pays your way for you to live comfortably...while Trevor has all of Father's love and affection...true love and affection..." he explained as more tears fell from his eyes, "Nobody loves me..."

The man chuckled and nodded his head, "Well boy, we'll show you ever trick in the book for deer hunting." he told him, clamping a strong hand down on his shoulder, "This hunting group was founded by your Great Grandfather, he used to bring your Father down when he was knee high. I remember the sound thrashing he got for touching a rifle when he was only seven."

George chuckled, "My Grandfather was not happy that day, but I learned my lesson."

Nigel lifts the boy up and wrap his arms around the small child. Being careful of his sore bottom. "Yes, your father does pay me to take care of you. Yet he doesn't pay for how much I care about you." he tells him. "Everyone one loves you, Oliver. Your brother, your father and I care for you so much. He said in a caring tone. Pulling out his handkerchief and gently wipe the tears from his eyes.

Trevor listens as his father's hunting buddies tell him that this was funded by his great grandfather. That he used to take his father on hunting trips like this when he was young. Even got into trouble once for touching a rifle at a young age. "Well luckily for me I was given a chance to wait and won't have my hide tanned." he said. "Now, when do we start?" he asked with a smile on his face.

Oliver sniffed and looked up at Nigel as he sat him on his lap, hugging him. He continued to sniff pitifully and listened to what he was saying. "My Father does not love me..." he answered, though he knew his big brother loved him. "How can you love me? We are not related..." he told Mr. Chang and snuggled up against him, "I love you though...you're like my Father..."

George rose a brow, "If you are caught playing with the rifles or being irresponsible, you will get a sound spanking from me and the rest of the hunting group." he told his son seriously, tone no nonsense. "I think we are ready to start now." he told him, leading the group along out back to the wood.