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He could've refused. Absolutely. For sure.
In theory. If he didn't want to keep his job.
While waiting for the offender, Chan kept his usual, neutral position, seemingly thinking about nothing special and considering how many years he'd spent looking after his boss' kids in one way or another, this order wasn't much more speical than any of the others.
Deal with him, you have the options, Khun Korn had said. Being a man of few words, Chan's boss didn't need to elaborate and a part of Chan found it more than a little uncomfortable how he just knew what Khun Korn meant this time.
Not that Chan necessarily disagreed with the method, just... being the one following through. Punishing employes was one thing, they were adults – even if some of them behaved like damn twelve-year-olds at times – and it was easy. Extra laps and push-ups, cancelled time off – on the rare occasion a punch or two, emphasis on rare.
Chan knew exactly how to punish men, but his boss' youngest son? A sulking, ungrateful brat who had made it his main goal to withdraw from every responsibility he possibly could. And while Chan didn't critize his boss openly, he couldn't help but thinking that Khun Korn's idea of parenting left a lot to be desired.
There was no knock on the door, just the handle turning which, if anything, was a sign that the one entering wasn't an employee and definitely not Khun Kinn, Khun Tankhun or their father. Already more irritated than he'd expected, Chan stood up from his chair and nodded at the intruder.
"Close the door, Khun Kim."
The brat did as asked but wore his usual mask of unimpressed grumpiness, making him look younger rather than the maturity he likely aimed for. He remained by the door, arms folded and thankfully unaware how well Chan could read him.
"Please, sit down."
Sometimes Khun Korn's sons forgot that Chan had been a part of their lives since they were literal children. More than once had his duties been reduced to make sure teeth were brushed before bed and hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night, from Khun Kinn's tired child voice begging Chan to come a take care of his older brother during yet another nightmare about the kidnapping.
Yes, he'd been sitting by their beds, had hummed Khun Tankhun back to sleep, then tucked Khun Kinn in again and finally peeked inside Khun Kim's room to find the youngest asleep, hugging a huge stuffy in the form of a koala bear.
Blissfully ignorant of the things Khun Kinn worked so hard to spare him.
Right now, Khun Kim looked like any other rich, spoiled sixteen-year-old: all gangly limbs in expensive clothes, hair that looked about the same no matter how much time he spent styling it, so much younger than he wanted to be and with the koala bear long since packed away.
Chan remained half-standing, merely leaned back against the little desk and waited in silence until the brat finally realised he should meet his gaze. When he did, Chan allowed a very small smile before getting down to business.
"So... Khun Kim, do you know why you're here?"
"Dad sent me."
"Mhm. Did he tell you why?"
Khun Kim shrugged and the way he betrayed how nervous he was, almost made Chan regret that he'd agreed to do this.
"Should I take that shrug as a no?"
A headshake this time. Of course the kid knew why he was here. Chan sighed.
"How about you tell me, then, Khun Kim? Why did your father send you here to be punished?"
The word punished made the kid swallow and he sounded less grumpy and more scared when he answered.
"I wrecked Kinn's car..."
"When did that happen, exactly?"
"Uh... Yesterday."
"At what time?"
"Who cares?"
"I do, Khun Kim. Please answer the question."
"In the afternoon..."
Chan nodded.
"One fortytwo, to be exactly. Now, where are you supposed to be on Tuesdays at one fortytwo?"
"School..."
"So, did you have a driving lesson your father wasn't aware of?"
"No..."
"Did you have a gap?"
"No."
"No? Then where were you supposed to found, Khun Kim?"
"Maths..."
The kid sounded less and less sure of himself, which was good. Chan left the desk and sat down in front of him now that it was clear Khun Kim didn't try to lie. He looked small and tense on the chair and Chan reached a hand out, tilting this chin up.
"Look at me, Khun Kim."
He obeyed and Chan suddenly couldn't fault his boss for not wanting to deal with this. Khun Kim looked like a kicked puppy and had Chan not been around him for so long, he might've been fooled.
"Can you give any reasonable explanation as to why you were out driving your brother's car illeglly in the first place?"
"Wanted to..."
"You wanted to? That's it? That's your reason, Khun Kim?"
The kid shrugged again, because of course that was the reason. Chan wasn't stupid, Khun Kim had no reason to break four very important rules like that unless there was an actual emergency and since the kid wasn't stupid either, he knew that just as well.
"I wont do it again, okay?"
So used to get away without any real consequences, Chan thought, recalling how upset his boss had been when finding out. Khun Korn very, very rarely lost his temper so Chan had almost started to worry about his boss' heart when the man pushed the chessboard to the ground, then a flowerpot before getting himself under control.
Watching the pouty kid, Chan admitted to himself that maybe it would've been a bad idea for Khun Korn to deal with him. Either he'd be fooled by his son's pouting and huge eyes and let him get away as so often – or he'd do it in anger and that was never a good idea.
Chan shook his head.
"You're already grounded for two months, Khun Kim, and your father has made it clear that you're not to be left out of sight unless you're in your room."
"Two months?!"
"Care to make it three?"
Khun Kim seemed to understand he couldn't get away, at least not with Chan, so to his credit, he stopped talking and looked at his feet instead. Chan patted his shoulder.
"Wise decision. Now... Just because you're grounded doesn't mean it's the end of this, Khun Kim. Your father has ordered me to give you a second punishment, today."
He hadn't liked it, partly because it seemed wrong to let the kid choose, partly because all three choices were on Chan to deliver.
Khun Kim didn't look up when asking, voice significantly lower:
"What punishment?"
"That's up to you. Your father deided on three different punishments you yourself will choose from. Just one of them, the choice is yours."
"What... what are the choices?"
Chan rose from the desk and removed a cloth covering a tray. On it laid three items. He picked up the first.
"The concert in April, just after your grounding is lifted..."
"No!"
"Alright."
He put down the ticket he'd already known the brat wouldn't choose. The next thing was a heavy tool and he could see the kid start to panicking.
"Second choice: a haircut, military style."
"Never!"
Chan was honestly relieved the kid refused it. Not just because it was rather pointless, but because the thought of how much the teen would cry during the procedure wasn't titillating in the slightest. He put the clipper away and presented a huge, shiny brush.
"Third option then. A spanking."
"What?!"
Chan raised his eyebrows.
"Would you prefer to miss the concert or getting a new haircut?"
"No... But..."
"But what? Your father gave three options, which was more than generous. You could've been seriously injured, Khun Kim. If the police had been involved, I doubt your father could've kept the legal system out, since you're a minor. A year behind bars with a mandatory buzzcut would've been the minimum for most in your situation, so you can consider yourself lucky. Not to mention the fact that you could've lost control over the car somewhere else than on the property."
He leaned down to get to face level with a now pretty crushed kid.
"Khun Kim, do you realise how badly things could've ended, had one of your brothers or your father walked around the corner when you lost control of the car? Just because the speed wasn't over the limit, it doesn't mean it was harmless. Broken legs would've been the minimum damage, concussions pretty much guaranteed. Your father isn't young anymore, Khun Kim, he could've..."
"Okay, okay, stop! I get it, I messed up for real! I shouldn't have done it and I was an idiot for even thinking about it!"
All the bravado had been washed away now, leaving a stupid but remorseful kid on the chair and Chan patted his shoulder.
"Calm down, Khun Kim. I'm glad you realise how serious this is. You're sixteen years old, not twelve and should've known better. You understand now how angry and disappointed your father is?"
"Yes..."
"And you're ready to take your punishment? I assume you're choosing the spanking rather than the others?"
The nod was hesistant, but at least it was an agreement. Chan took the brush, walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"Come here, Khun Kim."
Obeying, the kid approached, looking like he was walking to his doom and considering his pride, it probably was. Chan removed his own blazer and nodded at the boy's middle.
"Pants down, Khun Kim."
He looked crushed already, Chan thought as long fingers fumbled with the buttons and Chan patted his lap.
"Lay down, please."
The kid was utterly silent while positioning himself, but when Chan took hold of the waistband of his boxerbriefs, he stiffened. Chan put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not the first or the last one to receive an old-fashioned, bare bottom spanking, Khun Kim. I can assure you, this isn't uniqe in any way and you can absolutely tell your father, because he was the one insisting on bare skin."
The boy's breathing was strained, he was clearly horribly embarressed and then he lifted his hips just enough to tug his underwear down. When he was done, Chan silently handed him a pillow and squeezed his shoulder one last time.
"Try and take this as a good boy and it will be easier for both of us. Your father told me to not set a number of strikes, but to keep going until the message sinks in properly. I will start with my hand."
Likely trying to regain a bit of control, Khun Kim didn't answer and Chan started.
***
It was so unfair and fucked up! Kim had never ever received a punishment like this and not only did it hurt like a bitch, it was also the most embarressing experience he'd ever had. P'Chan's little speech had been bad enough with all his talk about father's disappointment but as Kim fought to remain calm as the hand rhythmically fell onto his skin, he felt like nothing but a stupid brat, who could be treated like a child by father's personal bodyguard.
P'Chan's lap was steady, his left hand didn't leave Kim's shoulders, he didn't rush or yell, but he wasn't exactly lenient either. To his horror, Kim realised he'd expected something far less painful and despite trying his hardest to remain still, the pain made him wriggle across P'Chan's lap and his eyes started to feel damp.
He stopped for a moment and rubbed Kim's sore cheeks.
"Is this the first time you've been spanked, Khun Kim?"
"Y-yes... Yes."
"That's a shame. If you'd been spanked earlier, maybe you wouldn't have been in this position right now... I will move on to the brush now."
"No! Please, this... this is enough, I promise!"
The hand came down, not in a slap, but once again rubbing his buttocks.
"Khun Kim, I'm not doing this to be mean to you. I'm doling out a punishment you chose yourself and it woldn't be much of a punishment if you walked away feeling nothing but a little sore tonight. But if you'd rather have a haircut..."
"No, no, no! I'll take this, please, don't cut my hair!"
"Then enough with trying to talk yourself out of it, Khun Kim. You can cry and scream, but no more protests, alright?"
"A-alright, P'Chan."
Kim had never felt this small, this vulnerable. P'Chan felt like a giant, handling him far too easily and it was such a new feeling, Kim had no idea what to do with it. He shuddered when Chan circled the brush across his ass, a warning that did very little once the wide, flat instrument landed on Kim's cheeks.
He was grateful for three things. First, the fact that no one but P'Chan witnessed this humiliation. Secondly, that P'Chan had given him a pillow to bury his face into. Thirdly, that the man had put his right leg across Kim's own, preventing him from falling from all the involuntary kicking.
Kim never cried. He couldn't even remember the last time it happened, but here, he was bawling his eyes out, screaming every time the brush cracked down and without realising it, he started to feel heavy, hips pressing down onto P'Chan's lap and he no longer begged for it to stop, just cried in defeat, hickuping, snot sinking through the pillowcase and while he swore in silence to never ever get in this situation again for any reason, he couldn't help but feeling a bit... just a very little bit... cared for.
"You're doing well, Khun Kim. I know it hurts, but maybe this will do you good in the end. Now lay still and relax, while I make sure you're good to go..."
Before he had any chance to ask what P'Chan was talking about, Kim heard the sound of a latex glove being put on and a lid unscrewed and suddenly, his cheeks were separated and...
"What are you doing?!"
The cold instrument was small, coated in some kind of salve and P'Chan push it inside, steady and only as far as necessary.
"I'm checking your temperature, Khun Kim. You feel a bit warm and I cannot continue if you have a fever."
"But... we have normal thermometers!"
"The rectal thermometer is the most accurate, Khun Kim, and besides... You're already in the perfect position so why make this more difficult than it needs to be?"
He spoke like he hadn't just pushed something inside Kim's ass and Kim hated how he couldn't stop sniffling.
"You're... a sadist! It hurts!"
It didn't, the thermometer was barely noticable had it not been for the humiliation of it all and P'Chan, that bastard, clearly knew that, because he just chuckled.
"I used plenty of vaseline, Khun Kim and I've stumbled across more than one of your little toys you carelessly leave around. None of them were even close to this small so I doubt this little thing hurts anything aside from your pride. Lie still or I'll start over. It's only a minute left."
A very long minute but Kim stayed where he was, trying not to squirm and finally, there was a beep Kim prayed would be a sign of fever but P'Chan showed him the display and sounded almost pleased when he said:
"All good to go, Khun Kim! That's good, I really don't want to postpone this and besides, you're going to bed afterwards in any case so you can rest and think about what you've done. Now, lets continue..."
"Please, don't use the brush again!"
"I'm not going to, Khun Kim. Now spread your legs for me. This is something I myself decided to add, because I doubt you want your father to know about your lewd interests... It will teach you to think less of cars and boys, I hope..."
"What's...? No!"
The burn was sudden and concentrated, horribly clear and the finger pushing it in place unyielding.
"What did you...? Aaaaah!"
"It's just a little nettle leaf, Khun Kim. Surely you've had bigger things inside you than that? Legs together!"
The last command sounded like a whiplash and while sobbing violently, Kim still obeyed until his thighs were pressed hard together, keeping the horrible little leaf in place and when P'Chan started with the brush again, it was with a blistering pace that quickly turned Kim all but hysterical.
"You've been ungrateful, reckless, moody, careless and selfish, Khun Kim! I'm so disappointed in how you're disrespecting your father and now that I've seen how little thought you put into his feelings, I feel personally hurt too. You and your brothers are like sons to me and how do you think it makes me feel, to see my youngest boy act so carelessly? You could've died, you reckless brat and had you been my son by blood, I'd schedule you for weekly spankings until you turn 18 and there'd be no more concerts or cars or... long hair either!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, P'Chan! I'll never be disrespectful or... ow! Or-or reckless... ow! Again!"
When P'Chan finally stopped, Kim couldn't move. He doubted he'd be able to stand if he tried, let alone walk and so, he remained in position, weeping hysterically into the pillow, barely noticing the glove covered hand carefully removing the horrible little nettle leaf and replacing it with the almost as awful thermometer.
P'Chan let him cry while waiting for the beep and removed it immediately.
"No fever this time either, thankfully. Come here, Khun Kim, it's done now, kid, all over and you did good."
For some reason, Kim couldn't help but lean into the man when he was allowed to raise and soon he was sitting like a clingy kid, legs on either side of P'Chan's thighs while sniffling into the crook of his neck.
A calm, secure hand ran up and down his back, stroking him gently.
"There you go, boy, that's better... Have a good cry, you obviously need it..."
He does. Holy shit, he does and not only due to how sore he is, perhaps not primarly from the spanking at all, but from something else that P'Chan somehow knew he needed.
P'Chan keeps petting him, keeps holding him close and shushing him gently. No one has spanked Kim before and no one has held him like this for this long either. It should feel wrong to sit legs spread and naked in dad's head bodyguard's lap but it doesn't. It feels safe and secure and without thinking, Kim stucks a thumb into his mouth and starts sucking as he keeps crying.
He's forgotten about how a sixteen-year-old should act. It doesn't seem important anymore.
***
The kid needed this, deserved it too, but the way the youngest son in the house clings onto Chan while sucking his thumb, makes this a lot more like a need than a punishment now. It's been years since Chan saw Khun Kim suck his thumb but this was probably very overwhelming and it's not as if thumbsucking is the strangest thing Chan has witnessed in this house.
Khun Kim makes himself small in his lap, there's the occasional little hiss whenever he unexpectedly rubs his bottom against Chan's thighs and Chan pats his back.
"Are you okay, kid?"
"Hurts..."
"Yeah, I know. Don't be naughty and you wont be spanked again."
"I can't sit..."
"Yes, you can. It's just gonna hurt, but that's what you deserve, remember."
"The nettle was awful... It burns..."
"It will stop in a little while. If you behave badly again, I will put a piece of peeled ginger there instead."
"I'll never misbehave again!"
Chan doesn't believe that promise for a second, but right now is not the right time for a discussion. The kid is absolutely exhausted, there's just no way he's able to walk anywhere and while it's certainly not what Chan had in mind, he needs to readjust his plan.
The boy whines when he realises Chan must leave for a bit, but mentioning the ginger is effective and Khun Kim curls into a roll on Chan's sofa, waiting with a blanket spread over him.
Digging through the hospital wing's equipment isn't new to Chan, but he's glad the things he's taking in a discrete bag, aren't the kind you keep a record on. He returns to his little delinquent and as expected, Khun Kim makes a fuss despite his all but immobile body.
"You can't expect me to wear that!?"
"Can you walk to the bathroom?"
Angrily, the kid tries to get up but it's just impossible with how near a blackout he is and Chan looks at him with the kind of gaze that doesn't take any shit.
"You're exhausted and I'm not carrying you to the bathroom only to have to pass out on the seat. Stop being difficult or I'll get the ginger. It's just for tonight and I swear no one will know."
Despite the reassuring words, Khun Kim cries from embarressment as he fumbles to get the adult diaper on. Chan honestly feels sorry for him, but peeing on furniture is worse than wearing a diaper just the one time.
When the kid tries to sit up for real, he stiffens and a bright blush covers his face. The diaper was the right choice then and Chan calmly helps him to undress and lie down on his stomach.
"I'll get you a new one and some aloe. Lift your hips, Khun Kim."
He obeys, sniffling and embarressed, but when Chan washes and applies a bit of soothing aloe on his buttocks, the kid relaxes again, allowing the procedure to continue without further whining. Chan puts the fresh diaper on the thoroughly reddened bottom, fastens it and then pulls the blanket over him.
He strokes his cheek, kisses the hair.
"You're gonna be such a good boy from now on, I know that, Khun Kim."
***
When Kim wakes up, he feels very heavy but so relaxed and it's been months since he woke up without feeling... angry to some degree. He moves and that's when he realises where he is, what he's wearing and why his ass is on fire.
"You awake?"
P'Chan is by his side, looking his usual calm self and Kim is suddenly very aware of the heavy, wet thing between his legs. For a second he wants to hide, but P'Chan then folds down the blanket, knowingly squeezing the soaked bulge.
"Guess I was right. You really needed to be looked after."
Instead of doing the right thing and leaving this room, Kim finds himself looking up at his father's bodyguard with a childish pout.
"I'm wet."
"I can feel that."
"And I'm hungry."
"I'll make sure to bring breakfast."
P'Chan looks nice, looks safe and kind and Kim lowers his eyes.
"P'Chan?"
"Yes, Khun Kim?"
"Do you think we need to check... if I have a fever?"