Paul rocked nervously. His mom royally chewed him out for lying. And that was only a fraction of what was to come. When dad got home it was closed curtains. And he wasn't even allowed to bath until after his dad came home and was done with him. This sucked.

"I hope you're prepared. Your father is going to be home soon," his mother crossed her arms at him.

"Mom please," he begged.

"I don't want to hear it, Paul," she glared at him. He just sighed and crossed his arms and leaned back on his bed, "As a matter of fact you can get to your chores."

"What chores?" he looked up.

"Dishes, trash, your room, dusting," she said. basically giving him her long list of things to do, "And you might as well get started. The more you get done before your dad gets here the less you'll have to do later."

He groaned and got up. There was no point arguing. Getting his mom even more pissy at him would just get him in more trouble. Atleast if he did what he was told he might get it easy.

It took him almost an hour and a half just to do the first few things on the list of crap. At the moment he was mowing the lawn. Just finishing and putting the mower back in the garage.

"Isn't it great that you're already out here?" a well known voice called.

"Hi dad," Paul sighed.

"No need for small talk. Break off a switch and come back to the garage when you get it. And it better not be a small one either," he warned.

Paul just sighed and got up to do what he was told.

He went to the forest and looked at the trees. They just taunted him. Laughed at him. From earlier to now.

He growled and punched one of them, nearly knocking it over. He looked up and found an appropriately horible looking one and pulled it down, peeling the leaves off.

He walked back to the garage and watched as his father leaned back on the lawn chair.

"Here," he handed it to him. It was a strong one, with the thickness slightly thicker then that of a #2 pencil.

"Good," he said looking it over, "Ok, bend over," he pointed to his tool bench. Paul just muttered under his breath.

He bent over the chair, running through every revenge plot in his mind for Jake. He knew he would come up with something good.

His thinking was unfortunately cut off by a sharp blow to the center of his butt.

"AH!" he flinched and grabbed his butt. He hadn't been expecting that at all.

"I told you to take your pants down," he father waved the switch at him.

"For what!" he asked angrily, "I felt that quite thoroughly I assure you."

His father glared down at him, "You and I are going to be out here all night with that attitude. Take them down. Don't make me do it, if I do you won't get them back. And I don't care whether you still have to be out here doing chores or walking around the house," he warned.

Paul just sighed and pulled them down. He hated when his father threatened him like that. And he did have some more yard work to do. He put up a stiff upper lip and bent back over.

He nearly fell out when he felt the switch across his butt so fast. His father brought more down, looking at the bright red marks they left. This was going to be very memorable for Paul.

"What makes you think I have money to repair a damaged car?" he asked not missing a beat.

"It was just eggs, what real damage would happen?" Paul responded.

Paul's father looked. And that was only the begining, "I don't care!" he told him bringing it down again, "I'd have to bail you out of jail after destruction of property," he said hitting him across the thighs, making him bend his knees, "The sooner you figure that out the faster this will go,"

Paul just bit his lip as his eyes teared up.

His father gave him a good hard 50 hits with the switch. He sniffed and wiped his eyes and stood up to rub his bottom.

"Did I tell you to get out of that position?" his father set the switch down and walked over grabbing his waist and bending him back over. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on Paul's bottom. Paul just flinched foreward and tried to cover his bottom.

"Ow! Stop!" he yelled as his father continued to hit him, "No more," he begged, "I've had enough," he sobbed.

His father took his hand and held it to his back while he held him in place, "I'll tell you when you've had enough," he told him, "That switching was for you attempting to damage someone's car this is for your mouth and that little attitude of yours." he gave an extra hard swat to make sure the point was clear.

Paul sobbed and coughed, "I'm sorry," he sobbed and hardily struggled, "I've learned my lesson." he cried as his father continued to hit him.

After about 2 minutes of that his father let him up to finish his chores and get ready for dinner. He sniffed and rubbed his bottom vigorously.