Bruce wanted Damian to open up to him more, to really be able to see eye to eye with the child, after all, he was his son and he was very important to Bruce. He pulled the child across his lap and started swatting his upturned bottom right away, raising a brow when Damian ordered him to release him, "That's not happening Damian Wayne, I should have done this a long time ago, you're in for a long hot session over my knee young man, and then you're going straight to bed."
He landed smack after smack, making sure not to be too rough with the boy, since he was still young, he might have a hard shell but his bottom would be soft from the lack of discipline. "You do NOT steal my Bat mobile, you do NOT sneak out of the manor, how the hell do you expect me to trust you?!" he demanded to know.
"And watch that mouth of yours, I don't care for the odd curse word, but I'm not having you shooting your mouth off over my knee, unless you want me to strap a bar of soap to your mouth?" he warned firmly, smacking his son's under curves and then hooking his fingers inside the waist band of the slacks AND his boxers.
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