Detective Conan: Trouble at Home (private RP)

[arkham-insanity]

"JUNK!!!..JUNK!!???" Richard roared!
"Just for that!!" The detective yanked Conans shorts down along with his underoos

"You just earned this spanking bare bottom young man!"

Richard raised up his open palmed hand in the air and let it hang for a second.

"Any last words smart guy??"

[bobby]

Conan squeaked when he felt Richard's fingers dig into the waistbands of his short pants and little underoos and tug them down to his knees. "Gawk!" Conan croaked, as the unfamiliar feeling of cool air on his bare bottom hit him.

"This can't be happening," Conan/Jimmy thought to himself. "Shit. I'm a teenager laying over Richard Moore's lap with my pants pulled down getting reading for a DAMN SPANKING!!!??"

Then the boy hard the man's voice from above his bottom. "Any last words smart guy?"

Conan gulped and said, "Yes, ....Strike gently dear Father!" It was a line from a poem, but he doubted that Richard would get it.

Conan/Jimmy bit his lower lip as he sensed Richard's big open palm looming up in the air right over his chubby little bare bottom.

[arkham-insanity]

Conans reference to the poem was lost on Richard and he brushed it off as Conan being cheeky and then brought down his hand hard against Conans pale backside.....Richard spanked the way he drank...hard and fast!...before Conan could even make a noise Richard already was smacking his bottom fast and furiouse.

[bobby]

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Conan howled as the wallops to his little behind translated into HEAT, STING and TRAVELING PAIN in both his bottom and his little brain.

"OWWWWWW!" the little boy howled, as multiple red handprints were tatooed across his little bare cheeks. Conan's little boy bottom was chubby and resilient. When Richard SMACKED it, it flattened and then bounced up again saucily as if saying, "I can take it. Can you dish it out?"

Conan/Jimmy however was not saying that at all. He was saying, "GAAAAAH! AAAAH! STOOOOOP! PLEAAAASE!" And then, to his surprise, Conan discovered that his little feelings, both physical and emotional were being hurt and tears were running from his eyes. The teenager seemed to evaporate and all that was left, laying across Richard Moore's lap, was a naughty little six year old getting a good spanking.

"WAAAAAAAAAH!" Conan bawled and he shut his eyes tight and his little hands turned to fists as he tried to deal with the pain in his bottom. Conan tried to buck and wiggle his backside away from the falling hand, but Richard held it right where it was....directly in striking range of his palm.

"WAAAAAAH! DON'T SPANK ME!" the little boy bawled, exactly in the voice of a six year old. And then, without even thinking about it, Conan heard himself saying, "DADDDYYY, I'LL BE A GOOOD BOOOY! WAAAAAAH!"

[arkham-insanity]

Richard almost delighted in hearing Conan cry and wail so loud....it made him know he hadnt lost his touch....though hearing Conan call him daddy pinched just a tiny bit at his heart.

Richard smacked Conans now firey red bottom 10 more times fast before stopping.

"Let that serve as a reminder next time you want to play detective with my stuff!!!"

[bobby]

Conan was quite exhausted by this time (Not to mention incredibly, burningly sore and throbbing!). The little boy lay over his 'Uncle Richard's' lap continuing to cry, but now that the spanking had stopped, a lot less loudly.

"Bwuah! Gwauh! Bbbubbauh!" the little boy said, as his lips blubbered and tears ran down his face. Conan's eyes were red and the lids slightly puffy from crying. His lips were puffy too and his little face was red....BUT NOT AS RED AS HIS VERY WELL SPANKED BOTTOM.

"Let that serve as a reminder next time you want to play detective with my stuff!" Richard said very sternly.

Conan's little bottom wiggled a bit and the little boy blubbed and said, completely earnest and with no trace of wise guy or sarcasm, "Bwauuah! I'm sorry, Uncle Richard! Are you gonna spank me any more, Uncle Richard?"

Conan rubbed his eyes with his balled up fists and wiggled his feet as he continued to be held across Richard's lap.

Richard looked at the little bottom as if pondering Conan's question? Was he going to spank the little guy anymore.

Conan made a tiny little sound of unhappiness and wondered if Richard was going to make his stand in the corner! Surely not! Some of his friends at school got spanked and then were put in the corner to think about it. It wasn't the teenage Jimmy who asked himself this question; that person had yet to return to the tiny spanked body. It was the upset little six year old who wanted to reach back and rub, but couldn't because Richard's arm was in the way.

[arkham-insanity]

Richard Moore hearing Conan sound so repentive decided to cut the kid a break.....(this time)

"No....now go to your room...and STAY there!!!..I dont want to see you snooping around my office again!...understand!?"

at the words..."understand" Richard gave Conan one last firm swatt on his sore backside and stood the boy to his feet.

"NOW GET OUT of here!!"

Richard then turned to the missing files he had collected from Conan and started inspecting the stamp.....Conan was right the stamp was Brazillian how could he have missed it...he then started thumbing through the envelopes to see which one it had come from.

[bobby]

"No...now go to your room...and STAY there!!!" Richard said emphatically and he underscored his message by giving the little boy in his lap another firm SPANK to his little bare backside, causing Conan to burst into another round of loud tears.

Then Richard lifted Conan off his lap and stoop him on his feet, his pants and underoos remaining pooled at his feet.

"Now GET OUT OF HERE!"

Conan stood there clutching his baby round, very hot, very red, little bottom and dancing from foot to foot. Richard hardly noticed that the little boy hadn't actually exited the room while he went through his files looking for the envelope that the Brazilian stamp had come from.

Conan's crying calmed and he rubbed pensively at his bare bottom. He had still failed to leave the office. His Jimmy self was slowly emerging as his trauma began to recede (too bad the pain in his little tush didn't recede!!) "Hey," Conan said unwisely, "there it is. That's the envelope without a stamp!"

Conan's eagle eye had spotted it before Richard. Conan moved forward to show Richard the envelope and fell over his lowered pants and underoos. He lay sprawled at Richard's feet, his little cherry red bottom sticking up.

Conan looked up at Richard and smiled through his tears, "Oopsie," he said "I fell!"

[arkham-insanity]

Richard was surprised by Conans voice followed by his landing..and seeing the envelope felt his temper rising.

"You dont listen very well Do YOU Conan!? I thought I told you to go to your ROOM!!!"
Richard grabbed Conan by the arm and started dragging him toward his room...on his way he spotted the ruler and gabbed it with the other hand.

[bobby]

Conan's heart started pounding as he was dragged, his little feet hardly touching the floor, back toward his bedroom. "I'M SORRY! HONEST! I WAS JUST GOING, BUT I WANTED TO HELP YOU, UNCLE RICHARD!"

On the way, the tangled short pants and little underoos came off his stumbling feet and were left in the middle of the hallway. "WAIT UNCLE RICHARD....I LOST MY PANTS AND UNDERPANTS!"

Conan was now tripping down the hall bare from the waist down except for his socks and sneakers. He didn't even notice the ruler that Richard had snatched up with a furious red face.