[KingCrowley]

Anthony was just less than impressed when Meredith sort of just waved him off and went back to playing his guitar, ignorance was one thing that was common with Soda, and one thing that annoyed Tony to the core and deeper if that were possible. When he threw the book at Star, Tony was quick to move out the way and he thought that was more than enough of Meredith's behavior. "Right that's it." he answered took the guitar from the younger man and put it aside. "This ignorance, and this attitude has gone far enough Meredith Benton!" he scolded and then grabbed his upper arm, pulling him off the bed. "And you've earned yourself a good butt tanning." he informed him before then taking a seat on the bed and positioning the lithe young man over his knee.

He sighed when he heard the spat between Star and Cocktail, and he was torn between going to make sure his Stripper was alright and punishing the young man currently held down over his lap. He felt like a single Dad raising three naughty toddlers most of the time and of course he felt bad for being tough on Star. He planned to go and speak with him a bit later. Right now, he had his ignorant little baby to deal with. "And you can stop pretending not to hear me Meredith, I wont stand for it." he scolded, lowering his sleep pants to expose his skinny backside.

Cocktail watched Star stomp off and rolled his eyes, great now he'd gone off in a sulk, Soda was going to get his naughty bottom smacked by the looks of what he saw from the open bedroom, and he could hear Slider and Brock downstairs and could only assume the same thing. Obviously he wouldn't be getting any sleep until all the spankings were given out, and the crying had died down after some serious comfort. He watched 'Daddy' pull down Meredith's pants and he got a decent look at the bare upturned bottom before then making his way downstairs and cocking an eyebrow at the scene of Slider over Brock's knee. "What did he do this time?" he asked, noticing that it was his paddle that he was using.

Slider frowned when Brock reached out and took his arm, and he really didn't like the fact that Brock was speaking to him like a child. No...scratch that, speaking to him like a naughty little boy. "Well I think so, so let go!" he snapped at the taller man, and cursed his height issue at moments like these. He was just glad he wasn't wearing his ass-less jeans tonight and his bottom was successfully off show. Suddenly, he found himself being thrown over Brock's knee and held there securely. "I'm not little!" he snapped angrily and tried to push up from the broad lap under his stomach. He growled as he felt the side of the paddle rest against his jeans and he just hoped he wouldn't be able to feel much of the sting. At that point, Rio decided to wander in and ask what had happened. "None of your business!" he snapped at the bar manager, though that was because he didn't want him knowing that he had taken from his stock after hours, since he knew Cocktail didn't appreciate that at all.