Maintenance

                                    

                                          
I picked the scrawny boy up so it'd be easier to look him in the eyes. "Care to tell me?" I asked, giving him one last chance before I had to punish him. He then looked down, biting his lip. I sighed. "Whatever it is, it's better to tell me before you get in more trouble," I told him sternly. "I-it's Ashton," he gulped, clearly scared. "What about him?" I asked, pushing the boy to tell me more. I hated the fact he tried to keep secrets from me. The small boy shook his head. "H-he told me not to," I could see the boy starting to tear up. I sighed, knowing it was something bad. "Ashton!" I called out in anger, knowing something bad had happened. Something had happened or he did something. The boy didn't respond to me. I grew concerned, but also angered. As I wandered around the plant looking for him, my footsteps grew faster, still holding Psycho. That's when I saw him. The red headed boy was laying on the ground, propped up against the wall. It was clear that he wasn't okay. Feeling concern for him, I let Flash down and crouch down beside him. "Ash, what happened?" I asked, not trying to seem too scared. "I'm fine. R-really," I could tell he was lying as he stumbled just standing up. I grabbed his shoulder to help hold his balance before feeling his forehead. "I said I'm fine!" He pushed my hand away, falling into me. I sighed, hating the fact he was lying to me. I don't know how long he's been in the garden, but he clearly needed a break. I picked him up and carried him over to the medical section to be looked over by Atlas, our nurse. I admit, I was beyond angered he had tried to hide this from me; he knows better than to lie to me. Especially about his health. I will have to deal with him when he gets better, probably just feeling intoxicated by the fumes, not wearing a mask like he should be. It kinda upset me that he didn't take the cautions seriously. Trying not to think about it too much, I decide to schedule some "meetings" with the boys, knowing my haunch was right. Or rather, Archie was right. The boys needed maintenance spankings, bad. I decided to skip Archie since he had already received his, but I know the other boys would need it. After much deliberation amongst myself, I decided to call a group meeting, though I excluded Archie, excusing him for tending to Connor and Ashton, which I knew I needed to punish him later and give him his maintenance spankings. I waited patiently, tapping my fingers on my desk. That's when I see all their scared faces come shuffling in. "All of you, line up and hands on your head while I explain," I said sternly, standing up. I looked at each one of their faces, enjoying the fear I brought. It gave me a sense of respect. I then gave out a sigh. "I'm very disappointed in all of you. It has come to my attention that my boys have forgotten the rules and agreements that Daddy has set in place for you. You should all know better than to lie, steal, and go against my orders. Am I clear?" I asked sternly as I picked up a skinny paddle. The boy nodded bashfully. "I need a verbal response!" I scolded, whacking the paddle on the desk, causing the boys to flinch. "Yes daddy," they all mumbled. I nodded, satisfied with their answer. "Good, now all of you strip and face a wall, Psycho, I'm gonna start with you," I said to them, pleased when they all did as they were told the first time. I sighed as I rubbed the boy's bare bottom with the paddle. "You're all getting twenty five," I said before I started spanking Psycho. The boy didn't squirm much, but he did make small noises. When I was done, I told him to switch places with Quinn who was the second oldest. I went on to spank him and went on from here oldest to youngest ending with Ashton who gave me the most trouble since he was still not feeling great, but his fever has settled quite a bit. "Alright boys, come here," I said as they all come in for a group hug with matching red bottoms. My poor boys. I hope that this will work so I don't constantly have to correct their behavior too much. It felt rather nice having almost all my boys cuddling me for comfort, knowing that they needed me, though I doubt they knew that I needed them just as much. I loved these boys deeply and truly, but I know that they still need to be corrected and taught a lesson and that's exactly what Daddy is going to do as he sees fits. I've decided to give them all maintenance every other week to see how it goes, giving them more or less as needed. I had to admit, I quite enjoyed seeing their reddened bottoms on display, but knew I couldn't say anything so I wouldn't embarrass them too much. I then sent them off to bed with no clothes, now holding Ashton since he still needed me. Once I made sure they were all comfortable in their beds, I took the boy back to my office, stroking his hair gently. I knew I had to have a talk with him whenever he was  feeling better, but for now I'll let him sleep on my couch. As I got Ashton all comfy I hear a gentle knock on the door.