Seeing the Errors of His Ways
Main characters: Fox Skinner, Walter (Walt) Skinner, Jr., Rachel (Gram) and
Walter (Gran) Skinner, Sr.
I want to thank my beta for her help with this story. Also this story
takes place in the Take 2:2 Danville Universe. Fox has returned to his
adult status just not his original age. He is in his early 20's when this
story takes place. However he has resumed his duties at the FBI.
Fox was rummaging through some old boxes that his dad put in storage while
he had been going through his second childhood. Fox opened one box and
discovered several books and magazines and sat down to go through them. He
wanted to see which ones to keep and which ones to get rid of. There were
several dealing with aliens and UFO's and put them in one pile. "These are
definite keepers," thought Fox and reached back in a pulled out something
that made him sit up and take notice. "Wow," breathed Fox, as he opened
them carefully. Fox had found his skin magazines and sought to hide them to
read once he was back home in the privacy of his room. He bundled them all
up and put them back in the bottom of the box with the alien and UFO
material on top. He carefully put them in the trunk of his car and returned
to the storage area for some other items he had decided to keep and then
relocked the door and left.
Fox drove home to the house he now shared with his dad, Walter Skinner, Jr.
and Yoda and breathe a sigh of relief when his dad's jeep was not in the
drive. He hurried in the house with the box containing the "dirty"
magazines in it and went straight to his room. He didn't even stop to greet
Yoda. He knew that time was of the essence and he needed to put the
magazines away before his dad came home.
He looked all over his room before deciding to hide them in with the
magazines he already had on his bookcase. He had the "safe" ones in front
with the others hiding behind. If anyone were to look all they would see
would be the ones dealing with sports and would only assume that there were
more of the same behind. He had put the last one in place when he heard the
front door open and his dad call out, "Fox?"
"I'm upstairs, Dad, I'll be right down," he shouted down the stairs.
As Fox hurried down the stairs he was pleasantly surprised to find his
grandparents there as well. "Gram! Gran! It's so good to see you," Fox
said before greeting them with a hug and a kiss, which was immediately
returned. "Mom and Dad thought they would take me up on my invitation to
come up for a visit and decided that this week would be good. Joe is
looking after the farm while they are gone. Andy brought them and we can
take them home at the end of the week. Mom, you and Dad take my room, there
is a private bath and I'll bunk upstairs with Fox."
Fox hurried to help his Dad with the luggage and other bags and soon
everything was inside. "Fox, dear, please take those bags into the kitchen.
I made some casseroles for you and your father and something for supper
tonight."
"Mom, Dad are you sure you wouldn't rather go out tonight?"
"No dear maybe tomorrow. The trip kind of tired us out and I think it would
be better to relax and eat and home tonight. We can go to bed early then
tomorrow you can take us out. Andy insisted that we all go over to their
house sometime this week for dinner. You and Fox are invited, too."
"Gram what casseroles do you want me to put in the freezer?" shouted Fox
from the kitchen. "Fox, there is no need to shout," scolded Rachel as she
went in to separate what went where. As she was pulling out what to have
for tonight she remarked, "Fox, there is one box that your father must have
put in our room by mistake, be a dear and go and bring it in here."
"What is it Gram? I may not get the right thing."
"Trust me boy, you will recognize it as soon as you see it," and with no
further instructions shooed him out of the kitchen. Fox left with a curious
look on his face but soon everyone heard a "Yahooo.chocolate cake," and
Rachel knew he had found the right box. He was grinning from ear to ear as
he carried that precious container into the kitchen.
"Thanks, Gram.can I have a piece now," he pleaded? "Fox you don't want to
spoil your supper now, do you?" Fox nodded quickly and Rachel had to laugh
out loud. "Come here, you scamp and I'll give you a taste," and cut him a
small slice from the cake. It was gone in a matter of seconds. "That's it
until supper. I mean it, Fox," when she viewed his pleading eyes. "Supper
will only be an hour from now.you can wait. Now go out and visit with your
grandfather while I get supper ready." and gave him a loving swat to get him
going.
Fox went and did as he was told and soon had his grandfather in a serious
conversation on who was going to win the Super Bowl that year. The two men
were so engrossed in their conversation that it took Gram touching Fox on
the shoulder as she announced "Time for supper."
Supper was a huge success; Rachel had brought a huge container of spaghetti
sauce and only had to cook a big pot of pasta to go with it. "May I have
some more, Gram," asked Fox with his plate held out?
"Fox, that is your third helping, are you going to have room for the
chocolate cake?"
"Yes ma'am, your cooking is better than Dad's.just a little more, please."
Walt gave his son a glare softened with a smile and muttered, "My cooking
isn't as good as Mom's, if that is the truth why is it you always have
seconds when there is any leftover?"
Fox smiled even greater and said, "I was hungry and when you are hungry
anything taste good," he then dodged the imaginary punch his father aimed at
him. The whole table erupted in laughter. Nothing could be better than the
atmosphere as the table at that moment.
When Fox put the last forkful of pasta in his mouth his Father came in
carrying his Mom's chocolate cake followed closely by Rachel carrying the
dessert plates and forks. Walt set the cake in front of his mom and waited
dutiful for her to start cutting the cake. As quick as she cut he handed
the cake out and soon they were all enjoying the chocolate cake with
chocolate icing. Fox had two pieces of cake before his grandmother said
enough.
After the dishes were done they all retired to the living room to talk and
catch up on the news. "Fox, how are you doing at work," asked Gram?"
"Fine, Gram, just closed a case today. It looked like a x-file but by the
time it was over it turned out to be only a hoax."
"How are those cell phones holding up, boy?" asked Gran, who knew of his
tendency of losing or destroying them.
"Grannnnnn. I'm trying,"
"I've been helping him with this too, Dad. I've told him that for every
cell phone he looses or is destroyed that isn't in the line of duty he can
expect 5 licks from my paddle when he gets home. It has had an amazing
effect on keeping the phones in one piece, right son?"
Fox had blushed throughout his father's comment, "Dadddddd.you said that was
our little secret." "Son, I haven't told anybody from work, have I?" Fox
shook his head. "Then don't worry about it, only your family knows. Anyhow
it is working.I think the last paddling I gave you for a lost phone was 2
months ago."
"Can we please changed the subject," pleaded an embarrassed Fox?
"Well, I'm going to wish you all a goodnight," answered Rachel, "I'm kind of
tired from the trip," and with that she gave a hug and a kiss to her son and
grandson and went off to bed. Walter, Sr. was only a few minutes behind he
too gave a hug to Walt and Fox he went to bed as well.
Fox and Walt stayed up watching television before Walt gave it up and went
to bed too. "Don't stay up too late, Son, remember you have to go to work
tomorrow. Nite, and with a yawn he was gone."
"Well, boy," talking to Yoda, "it is just you and me." Yoda let him know
that he had to go outside and turned back to the TV to watch an hour more
before he stumbled off to bed.
For the next few days everything went well, Fox loved his grandparents'
visits. Especially since his grandmother took over the cooking. He had his
favorite breakfast of pancakes the morning after they arrived and he ate
until he was stuffed. For supper that night Walt and Fox took them out to
their favorite restaurant.
It wasn't until Wednesday that Fox and trouble got back together again. Fox
came home from work a few hours early and went to his room to change into
his running clothes. He emerged a few minutes later and after saying
goodbye to his grandparents went out for a run to unwind.
He came back about an hour later soaked to the skin with sweat but feeling
oh so much better. He went and took a hot shower and then to relax in his
room until suppertime. He absentmindedly picked up one of the "dirty"
magazines and began to look at the pictures and reading the articles. He
was so engrossed in the magazine that he didn't realize his grandmother was
even in the room until the magazine was torn from his hand and his
grandmother's shocked cry, "Fox, how could you? You were raised better than
this."
"Gram! I can explain.uh.I just found these.and I...I.I was just
curious.I.," Fox got no further before Rachel grasped his ear and pulled
him from the bed and with her other hand grabbed his hair brush and began to
smack his bottom as hard as she could.
SMACK.SMACK."Owwww, Gram not so hard.Ouch".SMACK
All of commotion brought Walter to Fox's room and found his wife trying to
paddle their grandson. "Walter, look at what our grandson has been reading
and then take over for me," pointing at the stack of magazines on the bed.
It wasn't long before Fox found himself bent over his desk with his pants
and boxers at his ankles. Walter noticed that his wife's impromptu paddling
had turned his bottom pink, "well," he thought, "I can do better than that,"
and he held out his hand in a silent request. His wife placed the hairbrush
in his hand..
Fox began to howl as his bottom began to heat right up. His grandfather put
more force in the licks he was handing out.
SMACK.SMACK.OWWWWLLLLL...SMACK.SMACK.
"What's going on here," shouted Walt as he came into the room. He had
gotten in a bit earlier and had heard Fox's cries from down the stairs.
Walter paused and said, "Rachel, show him what his son has been reading."
Fox took the moment to cry out, "Dad, make Gran stop.I'm sorry.it
hurts.please."
Walter glanced at the magazines and said, "Fox William Skinner, how dare you
bring such trash into this house." He then noticed the date on the magazine
and said, "You've been at the storage area rummaging in those old boxes of
yours, haven't you?"
"Yess, sir, but they are mine from my first life. I have a right to them."
"Where are the rest of them.I know you used to read them but we've taught
you that this isn't acceptable and you know better than to bring them in
here. When your household items were boxed up I had intended to throw these
magazines out but some thing came up and I was unable to follow through with
my threat. I asked Agent Scully and the Lone Gunmen to help and I see that
whoever packed them just put them in boxes for us to go through later."
Walt went over and picked up the four magazines Fox had pulled out and said,
"I know that if you took these you most likely took all of them.now I ask
again.where are they?"
Fox shook his head, "No" he wouldn't say. "Okay, if that is how you are
going to be I'll make a deal with you. Tell me what I want to know and you'll only get 6 more licks. However if I have to find them I will double the
licks. Now what is it to be?"
Fox thought for a moment and shook his head, "No," once again. He was so
sure of his hiding place that he was willing to put his bottom on the line.
It was the principal of the thing. They were his from his other life and he
wanted to look through them all.
Walt just shook his head at his stubborn son and looked around the room.
Nothing looked out of place and then he remembered something from his youth.
He remembered once when his folks pulled a trick on him to get him to read a
certain book and he didn't want to. They made an effort to hide the book
and told him not to even touch it and it worked. He read it from cover to
cover. His folks had hidden it in the bookcase with other books. With that
in mind he went over to the magazines Fox had on his bookcase. He read
Sports Illustrated and several dealing with UFO's. He then quickly pulled
them out and looked behind and there they were. Several of the magazines
had different titles but all featuring the same thing.naked ladies. As he
pulled them from the shelves he watched Fox. He was shocked and his
expression said, "Busted!"
"Dad, Mom, would you two leave Fox and me alone for the rest of his
punishment?" Walt asked sincerely. They nodded and left him to finish what
they had started. "Son, you know how we feel about your former hobby and
yet you brought them in. Why?"
"They were mine. I wanted to read them. I'm old enough, you know," was all
he would say.
"Well, you will soon see the error of your ways by the time I'm finished
with you. Now bend back over that desk unless you want me to double the
licks again." Fox bent back over and prepared for the hairbrush to make
contact with his sore bottom. He was so surprised when instead he felt his
Dad's belt striking his already sore bottom.
"Noooooooooo.not the belt," and tried to get up, but was unable as his
father's hand held him down. The folded belt struck his sore backside again
and again before pausing. "Fox William, why are you getting this whipping?"
"For bringing those magazines into the house," wailed Fox, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." His Dad resumed the licking and a few licks later said, "I
don't want you to buy any new ones either.in fact I don't want you to even
look at the covers. Do I make myself clear, Son?"
"Yessssssssssssss.please.I won't even look in their direction on the
magazine stand," howled Fox as his bottom got hotter and hotter. Walt
resumed the licking once again. He had Fox dancing in place trying to avoid
the next lick. He was unsuccessful. His father promised him a doubling of
licks and he was going to receive every last one.
SMACK.SMACK.OWWWWLLLL.SMACK.SMACK.OUCH.
Walt focused the last four to his sit spot making sure he would remember
every time he sat for the next two days. With only one lick left he said,
"Only one more to go, boy. Now are you going to do anything like this
again?" "Noooooo and I won't do it again," sobbed Fox as the last lick was
given. S*M*A*C*K.
"OOOWWWWHHHLLLLL," howled Fox, as his father gave him the hardest lick of
all. Walt released him and then turned him around so he could engulf him in
his arms for the forgiving hug.
As soon as Fox felt his father's arms around him he laid his head on his
chest and just sobbed. Walt held his son until he had cried himself to
sleep. He then guided the sleepy boy to his bed and helped him to lie down
on his stomach with his stripped bottom on display. He pulled off his pants
and boxers and pulled up a sheet to cover him. Even in his sleep Fox hissed
as the soft sheet made contact with his hot and sore bottom.
When Walt joined his parents he said, "He's sleeping now but rest assure we
won't have any more trouble from him in that field again. I'll be removing
the magazines as soon as he is awake.
Before Walt went up to wake his son for supper Fox appeared carrying the
magazines in question and without a word he made his way outside to the
garbage can where he deposited the whole stack. "I'm sorry Gram, Gran and
Dad for bring that into the house. I've learned my lesson and I have Seen
the Errors of my Ways."
The End