Hopper's handful {Lizardwhisperer

[Lizardwhisperer]

Listening to Hopper’s explanation, El could wholeheartedly believe that getting smacked on the butt would indeed SUCK. (She liked to sit on that!) However, the young girl was pretty sure that while it didn’t sound pleasant for anyone involved, she would be the only one of them to leave the experience with a sore backside. Perhaps “sucks” had relative meaning.
As Hopper’s hand wrapped around hers and drew her closer to him, El stared down at big paw, it’s wide thumb stroking her gently. Hopper’s big hands had always been gentle with her. El was scared. “Hurts?” She asked, not looking up. Hopper scrubbed his beard with his free hand, mumbling a garbled “Not too bad.”
El’s big brown eyes snapped up to meet her caretaker’s. “Friends don’t lie.”

[Lizardwhisperer]

Listening to Hopper’s explanation, El could wholeheartedly believe that getting smacked on the butt would indeed SUCK. (She liked to sit on that!) However, the young girl was pretty sure that while it didn’t sound pleasant for anyone involved, she would be the only one of them to leave the experience with a sore backside. Perhaps “sucks” had relative meaning.
As Hopper’s hand wrapped around hers and drew her closer to him, El stared down at big paw, it’s wide thumb stroking her gently. Hopper’s big hands had always been gentle with her. El was scared. “Hurts?” She asked, not looking up. Hopper scrubbed his beard with his free hand, mumbling a garbled “Not too bad.”
El’s big brown eyes snapped up to meet her caretaker’s. “Friends don’t lie.”

[KingCrowley]

Eleven might be the only one to come away from this with a sore backside, but Hopper would come away with a sore heart, that was for sure. Smacking someone you cared about was probably the most daunting thing to do. He'd never had to spank Sara because she never really got to be a kid and have a chance to break rules and such. In a way he was grateful for that, because spanking her would have been ten times harder---or so he assumed. Hopper never wanted El to be afraid of him, even when he got mad at her and had to raise his voice, and now he hoped that spanking the girl didn't make her fearful of him either.

Spanking was still pretty common in that day and age, Hopper knew a few kids who still got smacked when they acted out, Lucas and Mike got it from their Moms a few times, and he knew Lonnie had given Johnathan a dose with the belt from time to time. It's not as though he were committing some sort of crime here.

Hopper looked into the girl's eyes when she asked if it hurt, and he brought his hand up to rub his bearded chin awkwardly. "It's not gonna be too bad." he answered, though he didn't give El eye contact, and she picked up on his lie. He couldn't help it, he was just trying to make this seem a little easier on the both of them. Hopper turned his gaze back to Eleven when she reminded him that friends don't lie, and he sighed.

"You're right." he nodded in approval, and inched forward on the bed, now taking El's hands with both his own. "So I'm gonna give it to ya straight. Yeah--- it's gonna hurt, it's gonna hurt pretty bad---but it won't hurt forever Eleven, the pain goes away after a little while." he assured.

[Lizardwhisperer]

Hopper's honesty didn't do anything to allay El's fear, though it did help clarify for the girl that she was afraid of the punishment and not this big, loud, funny, and often, surprisingly gentle man. But her fears were deeper rooted than her own impending pain. Hopper told her he cared for her and El cared for sheriff, too. She knew how deeply she cared by how much she had hated hurting the man the way she had. She didn't want to hurt him again--not that way, not any way.
Could she keep her powers in check long enough to accept her punishment? If she couldn't help but respond to hurting "pretty bad," the least she could do was direct her energy away from him. The tossed up cabin might take another tossing, but it's owner would remain safe.
"Won't hurt forever?"
Eleven didn't just mean her spanking--she was asking Hopper if the pain of what she did could possibly go away.

[KingCrowley]

The man waited in silence for Eleven to take everything in, and waited for her response to all of this. Eleven could turn round and refuse the punishment of course, but that meant it would take much, much longer for Hopper to forgive her. There had to be some retribution for what she'd done. He could see those intelligent gears turning in the kid's head, she was thinking all of this through. Hopper waited patiently and then he noticed Eleven's keen gaze drop the to the floor, more specifically to the broken glass shards, the china and stuffing littering it.

"Won't hurt forever?"

Hopper understood what she meant and he placed his index finger below the girl's slender chin, gently lifting her face so they were once again eye to eye. "No." he answered firmly. "It won't hurt forever kid. Y'see---there's this whole clean slate deal that comes with a spanking." at El's confused stare, he decided to elaborate.

"Clean slate. It's basically a new start, something that means we forget about all the hurt, all the bad decisions we made and all the mean stuff we said to each other---it just---disappears." he tried his best to explain. "We go back to being friends, eating eggos and getting fat together." he chuckled a little. "Well, fatter in my case." he snorted in good nature.

"So----what do ya say kid? Shall we just get this over with?"

[Lizardwhisperer]

El paused another moment, lost in Hopper's charming smirk, but then she decided she wanted nothing more than to "get this over with"--all of it.
She spoke slowly and deliberately, no longer fueled by unbridled emotion, as she intoned, "clean slate."
She'd rather the man call her kid or kiddo, she liked it. Father had called her Eleven and she still felt the cold metal tables, the electrodes, and heard his voicewhenever it was spoken.
Hopper's eyes were damp again, so El slipped a hand free and reached up and tousled his thinning hair, just like he'd done to her countless times.
"Over with."

[KingCrowley]

The impending heartbreak of the upcoming punishment was suddenly becoming a reality for Hopper and he couldn't help but get tearful again. El was his girl now, and he would do whatever he could to make sure she didn't get hurt---and the cruel irony was that now he was going to be the one to hurt her. He would make her cry, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. His blue eyes settled on Eleven's face as she pulled her hand away and tried her best to tousle his own hair, the way he'd done with her so many times. He had to emit a small snort of laughter. Eleven was a damn cute kid, and sometimes too cute for her own good.

His expression turned stern again under El's confirmation that she wanted this over with just as much as he did. "Okay kid." he answered. "Let's get it over with." with that said, Hopper took a gentle hold on the kid's upper arm, and then carefully guided her to lay across his lap. This was her first spanking, and hopefully her last (which was wishful thinking on his part) so he decided he would just spank Eleven over her overalls. Hopper placed one firm bear paw on her back and then raised his right hand above her protected backside. This was going to kill him.

SMACK!

Hopper laid down the first of many smacks across the middle of Eleven's bottom without a word of warning. It was firm and sharp, and would leave a sting even through the denim. Hopper raised his hand again and steeled his heart as he waited for the young girl's reaction.

[Lizardwhisperer]

Clean slate, clean slate, clean sate --the mantra chimed over and over in El's head, as Hopper guided her across his knees--clean slate, clean slate,clea sl--"EEP!"
Her own sound of surprise took El off guard but then the big, heavy hand lifted off her bottom, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. The girl whimpered--and the lights dimmed a moment. Eleven squeezed her eyes tight, preparing for the next whack, then opened one eye to see Hopper looking around the room, warily, his open hand still perched over his head.
"Over with," the girl almost pleaded, then shut her eyes again, as Hopper set his square jaw and took aim at the seat of her Levis. Another pain, another yelp, and another flicker--and so it went, as the sheriff set his swinging arm into a steady rhythm, systematically warming the seat of her overalls. As the sting built, El fought hard to keep the furniture in place, opting instead to kick her legs and toss he head. Friends don't lie and Hopper hadn't--this HURT. As the spanks landed lower on El's little bottom, the girl's kicking became more frantic, as if she could fan out the fire raging there, as her eyes burned with tears. "OW!," she hollered and there came an audible crash from the living room.

[KingCrowley]

Hopper had anticipated that there might be a lack of control to the kid's powers in response to this spanking, and he was okay with that, providing she didn't hurt herself or him. The Sheriff gave the kid her first smack and watched carefully as the lights around the room dimmed and flickered. "Take it easy kid." he soothed, his voice low and patient. He kept his hand above shoulder height and waited for the flickering to die down, he didn't want to add fuel to the proverbial fire. Hopper's ocean gaze fell on El's pleading expression, as she willed him to continue. Hopper gave her a small nod and with a heavy heart, laid down the second smack.

SMACK!

His heart ached hearing Eleven yelp and whimper and he wished he could stop this whole thing and just hold the kid, soothe any kind of pain and promise he'd never, ever do that again---but he couldn't. The best thing he could do right now, was get this over with. His hand came up and down without relent, his arm swinging with a controlled strength as he delivered each swat. No smack met the same destination as Hopper aimed his hard hand to every inch of her backside. Hopper could see the girl writhing and kicking in pain, and his heart broke, just a little longer----just a little more.

Hopper moved his hand lower, and aimed a smack at those sensitive under curves, where he knew it would hurt far worse.

SMACK! SMACK!

One to each side.

CRASH!

Hopper's hand halted above his shoulder, his startled gaze darted to the slightly ajar bedroom door. That didn't sound good---not in the slightest. He needed to get El to calm down. Hopper lowered his hand, not to deliver a spank, but to gently rub the small of the kid's back, "Hey, hey----easy kiddo. It's okay." he soothed. "You're doing good, so good." the last thing he wanted was for El to lose control of the entirety of her power, and end up causing herself some damage. Hopper dipped his thumb and forefinger into his shirt pocket and pulled out a dusty looking but clean handkerchief.

The man then reached down to El's face and gently wiped where he knew the blood would be. "Not long to go now kiddo." he promised, putting the handkerchief beside him on the bed ---just in case he needed it again. Hopper felt his eyes sting with tears, and a lump began forming in his throat as he raised his hand again. This had to be done, it had to be.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Hopper laid down an onslaught of fiery smacks to the backs of El's thighs and her more sensitive under curves. "You DON'T leave and put yourself in danger. You DON'T throw tantrums when you don't get your way and you DON'T ever make me worry like that again. You got that young lady?" he asked firmly.

[Lizardwhisperer]

Now nobody can watch TV the girl thought absently, sure she'd be standing up for her morning Eggos. But the slight amusement she'd managed through her pain ended abruptly when the relentless whacks stopped. NOW she was in trouble, now she'd done it--now, Hopper would be really mad. The girl lay panting a moment, bracing for the scolding she knew was coming, but terribly distracted by her throbbing bottom. But instead of harsh words, came soft tones, and a careful dabbing at her bloody nose. The tears that swam in El's eyes spilled over at her Fath--at Hopper's tenderness, even in the face of all...this. She'd acted atrociously and deserved to be spanked, like a naughty little brat. And she couldn't even take it like a good kid, she had to go and wreck the place, she had to keep being ba--
"You're doing good--so good."
Again, Hopper's kindness overwhelmed the young girl. In the lab, she knew only success and failure--unforgiving disapproval or detached praise. Meeting the boys--meeting Mike--had exposed the "number eleven mind experiment" to the first kindness she had known--and taught her how to show it in return. When had she forgotten those lessons? When had she decided Hopper's kindness wasn't enough--she needed more? She didn't deserve his kindness now. She deserved her punishment and he deserved to give it to her, with his house intact. El hiccuped on her tears and vowed to take the rest of her spanking without incident. She would struggle to keep her powers in check, because she deserved to struggle. Even if Hopper spanked her all night, even if chose to never sto--
"Ssssshhh, not long to go now, Kiddo."
Again, El marvelled at this man's restraint, at his mercy.

Then Hopper lit up her backside like a Roman candle, scolding her sternly and absolving her of her wrongdoing. With his big hand, he paddled his girl's slate clean.
Eleven wailed and the cabin plunged into total darkness.