Summary: Eric makes poor choices.

Warning: This story contains the disciplinary spanking of teenagers. Don't read it if the idea offends you.

Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show. Duh.

The day had started off so promising. Eric and Donna had skipped study hall, escaped campus with Kelso and Hyde, found a keg on the side of the road, and decided to throw a party.

But the cops and several fathers, including Eric's dad, had busted the party.

Now, the redheaded boy sat on the hood of his car with his girlfriend next to him. Donna waited for him to speak. After a long sigh, the boy said flatly, "My dad is going to kill me."

Donna smiled, "You're always saying that."

"Yeah, well, this time he's gonna kill me. I mean, I cut class, I trespassed, I had stolen beer, and then I swung into a pool full of cops on a garden hose carrying my dad's tap."

"Yeah, that was so cool," Donna stated, smiling.

Eric turned to her surprised, "Really?"

"Yeah, you looked dangerous."

The boy leaned closer and whispered, "Did I mention that I killed a guy in algebra?"

They both laughed and leaned closer to one another, gently kissing. They grinned, enjoying the moment.

However, when his father's Toyota pulled into the driveway, the teenagers slid-off the Vista Cruiser.

Donna felt Eric get tense and knew it was time to go. She patted his shoulder and murmured, "Good night, and good luck." She laughed at her own silly joke.

Red swung the driver's side door open, closed it briskly and stomped past his son, saying only, "Garage. Now."

This simple command was exactly what Eric had expected, but his stomach still churned and he could feel his hands and feet go cold and his mouth dry. He slowly followed his dad into the garage.

His dad stood glowering. Finally, the man spoke. "Well?"

"Well, what? …Sir."

"Tell me what you did today, dumb ass."

"Oh… well… I skipped class, found a keg, had a party, and got caught," Eric nearly whispered. A moment passed and it was clear that there was nothing more to say. Eric turned away from his father and leaned over the worktable, resting his head in the crook of his right arm. He heard his father unbuckle his belt and then pull it free.

The belt landed with a smack across Eric's backside. He made no sound. He hated his father. This punishment was so unfair. Why should he get spanked? Hyde only got whipped when Edna was really pissed. Kelso got spanked a lot, but he was an idiot and his parents had seven kids so they ran a tight ship. Smack. The belt landed in nearly the same spot, causing Eric to hiss. A third spank then fourth fell. The boy began sniffling, though he tried not to cry. His tears made him angrier and even more embarrassed. A fifth smack and sixth caused him to bellow, "Sorry, Dad! I've learned my lesson. Please stop." But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The belt struck Eric's upper thighs and he gasped. His father aimed the rest of the blows across the center of the boy's bottom, bringing the belt down three more times rapidly. The entire punishment took less than a minute, but Eric was sweaty and tear-stained afterward.

When he stood up and turned to face his father, the boy could not make eye contact. His father said gruffly, "I hope you remember this the next time you think about doing something so stupid."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, go to your room. You're grounded until Monday."

Eric nodded and walked stiffly back to the house alone. His mother was waiting for him and gave him a hug.

"Remember, Eric, your father loves you very much. That's why he punishes you."

"I wish he loved me a little less then," the teenager replied sullenly.

His mom popped his behind with her wooden spoon and said sternly, "No more of that smart mouth, young man. Go to your room now."

Eric hurried upstairs, rubbing his rear-end and hoping his mom wouldn't tell his dad what he had said.

As soon as he opened the door, Eric jumped. Donna was sitting on his bed.

"Oh, geez," he said, shutting the door and leaning on it to catch his breath.

"Sorry to scare you, but I wanted to see that you were alright. …So…. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. …I mean…what do you know?"

"Eric, I've lived next door to you for 16 years. I know you got a spanking."

"Oh. Ok…," said the boy, sheepishly, "I guess I can't die from embarrassment."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed! ...I bet I can take your mind off of it," Donna smiled devilishly.

"Oh yeah? That might be nice."

"Come sit down next to me."

"Or maybe we could stretch out," said Eric, as he tried to sit.

Donna laughed and pulled her boyfriend to her for a long kiss.