Seeing the Errors of His Ways

by Pepper



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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.

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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

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