It was getting late, almost seven thirty, which meant it was time to pack it all up and get to work on making a few deliveries for a few clients, some shadier than others. I had assigned the twins, Cruz and Saylor, as well as a boy named Jesse to Remington Street, which was a little ways west from the plant, to deliver some "flour" to a special client. Once they were set with their gear and goods, I had sent them off with a hug, keeping an eye on the tracker on their phones incase something bad had happened to them. Sure this was a dangerous gig and I cared about these boys deeply, but they knew well what they were getting themselves into and so did I. It hurt seeing them leave like this, but I knew that it was for the greater good. Once I was sure they were quite a ways away, I had managed to make the biggest mistake of my life. I hadn't realized it until it was too late, but I did and I regret it. I decided to send our newest employee, Connor, over with a few other boys to help be lookout as we make an exchange with one of the infamous gangs on the  South East side. I should've known he wasn't ready, that he needed time to adjust. I had sent him with my most trusted boy, Archie, who was to lead the whole operation. Jax and Lenny making the delivery, Boris as the banker who makes sure we don't  get scammed by these scums, and Quinn and Maverick on standby. This was one of our bigger deliveries, one we make once every couple of months or so, but it's always shifty. I felt a sinking in my chest when I saw the boys walk out of the lair, but I ignored it. I was so stupid for ignoring my gut. As I sat in my leather chair and waited for feedback from my boys, I heard some crashing coming from the other room. I quickly went to see what was going on. My anger immediately grew upon viewing the footage. "Dirk! Ashton! My office, now!" I said through the intercoms, scaring all seven of the boys that were tending to the weed garden. Soon, the two of them were stiff as soldiers, standing in front of me. "Kneel," I ordered them. It warmed me a bit when they immediately obeyed. Such good little boys. "What happened? And don't bother lying to me, I know everything," I glared. The two of them gulped. "H-he was stealing!" Ashton immediately ratted the poor blonde boy out, which was kinda shocking since I always told them to have each other's back. I sighed at his response, looking over to Dirk. "Is this true, Dirk?" I asked in the most monotone voice I could muster. The boy opened his mouth as of to say something, but then shamefully looked down, not answering me. "So I'll take that as a yes?" I asked him. The boy bit his lip, still unable to answer. I knew he was a bit of a wimp when it came to punishments, that's why I didn't push him to speak. His social cues were good enough as an answer from him. "Ash, what did you do to stop him?" I asked, turning to the other boy. "I-I knocked it out of his hand," he said, looking to the floor as well. This made me angry because he was leaving out details "then what?" I asked more sternly. The boy was now physically shaking. Good. "Tell me Ash!" I said more sternly. "I-I knocked him to the ground," he said sheepishly. I'm glad he knew what he did was wrong. "Alright, both of you strip, Dirk I want you standing in the corner while I deal with Ashton first," I said sternly, hoping there would be no argument. Dirk immediately went to the corner with his head low. I frowned, looking to Ash. "Come here baby, I'll make it quick," I said to him, noticing him shaking, looking like he was about to piss himself. I sighed and stood up, going to grab him, but he backed away. "Ash, I know you're scared but you know better than to push and hit your brothers," I said to him, grabbing his arm gently. The boy whimpered. "P-please da-s-sir," the boy stammered quietly. I always hated punishing them, but I know it had to be done. I bent his naked body over my lap and picked up the ruler. "Don't fight me on this, you know you deserve it," I told the boy before raising the ruler up before going to town on making the boy's ass bright red. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The boy was a sobbing mess by the time I was done giving the last painful blows. "Alright Ash, switch your brother places," I say sternly, but gentle.both boys did as told, Ashton still sobbing as he stood in the corner. "Dirk, I'm very disappointed in you. You know better than to steal, you only get those when you deserve them, but you also get these when you deserve them," I said before pulling him over my lap and spanking him with my hand. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I then pulled him up. "Bend over my desk," I told him sternly. He did as told like the good little brat he was, already having tears in his ember eyes. I grabbed one of the paddles off the wall and was about to begin before I got a call. It was Archie, using the phone he had earned himself in his last birthday. That same sinking feeling came back as I answered it.