Sodapop has never had to spank his little brother before. That usually fell to Darry, but Darry wasn't here right now.
Soda had Ponyboy come to work with him, since he was grounded for missing curfew he and wasn't staying home alone with both brothers at work.
"Ponyboy get back down in the office. I won't tell you again."
"Awh shucks Soda. I already did all my homework. I'm just bored."
"Well you can sit in all that Boredom so maybe you'll get home when Darry says too."
"Can't I help you with a car?"
"No. Now go sit down or else."
Ponyboy rolled his eyes, going back to the office and sitting down with a huff. "He sure can be a brat," Steve laughed at his friend's little brother, wiping some oil from his face (all it did though was smear it further across his face). "You're too much a softie to tan the kid anyways."
Soda and Steve went back to the car they were currently working on. Leaving Ponyoy in the gas station's office to wallow in his thoughts. "So not fair. At least at home there's a tv..."
When he noticed soda was preoccupied, he got up and started to mess with one of the cars sitting in the garage. He was just gonna look under the hood, he wasn't gonna hurt nothing.
"Ponyboy Michael Curtis!" A death sentence was just issued. "Step away from that car this instant."
"I didn't break nothing -"
"and you're damn lucky for that too. I told you to stay in the office and not to touch any of these cars!" Sodapop grabbed his brother by the ear.
"Ow! That hurts soda!"
"Not as much as this whopping you have in store for you is gonna hurt!"
"You've never -" Ponyboy groaned softy as his ear was pulled, Soda was leading him back to the office. His impending doom just behind that door.
"Maybe I should've a long time ago! Then you'd mind me when I tell you to do something!"
"I will Soda. Please, there's lots of folks around..."
"You shoulda thought of that." When they got into the office, Sodapop closed the door and dragged Ponyboy over to the desk.
"Soda, I'll listen I swear. I won't leave this room for the rest of the day. Promise."
"I know you will. And you'll be sitting here with a sore bottom since you wanted to be a brat."
Soda pulled his brother over his lap, Making the kid blush gently at the thought of everyone in the station knowing what was happening. Ponyboy couldn't believe that his happy go lucky big brother was about to tan his hide. Why couldn't he just listen?
Soda landed a sharp swat to the kid's Jean covered rear. His hand wasn't as hard as Darry's, and it didn't hurt near as much. But it still surprised Ponyboy, and left a slight sting. "You're already grounded for disobeyin', if I was you I wouldn't be showing my ass off! Because all it gets you is a lickin'!"
Ponyboy groaned softly, at least it didn't hurt that much, so he was able to stay still and quiet. His pride was wounded more than anything. Soda noticed the lack of noise and kicking he knew Pony was infamous for. "It doesn't seem like I'm getting through to you."
"W-What. Wait! Soda stop!" He felt his jeans being tugged off. There was also a ruler laying nearby on the desk that soda grabbed and then Pony really ramped up his pleading. "No no! I get it soda! I'll listen - Ow!"
"Now that I have your attention!" He landed a snap of the ruler again and pony yelled loudly. "I may not get on you like Darry! And I definitely don't get after you like I should! But I still expect to be listened to and respected!"
"I'll listen!" Ponyboy kicked his feet against the floor, the sting building up and making him crazy. "I respect you!"
"You certainly don't show it!" Ponyboy felt guilty. Soda didn't get stern with him often, and he really didn't get on him that much. He really should listen to him when he told him something. And now he'd pushed his brother to throwing him over a knee and paddling him like some little kid.
"Ow Ow Ow!"
"I'll make this a habit if I need to Ponyboy! I've been to lax with you, and it's showing in your attitude towards me!"
"No! You don't have too! Ow! Please Soda! I'm begging!" He felt another sharp crack of the ruler hit his thighs, making him break and start crying.
Ponyboy grabbed his brother's pants leg and cried into them, trying not to be too loud. Which was useless, anyone inside Could hear what was happening. Soda stopped when Ponyboy broke into loud cries, and started to rub his back gently. "Alright Pone."
Pony jumped up and buried his face into Soda's chest. "I'm sorry Soda! I do respect you I swear! I'll listen to whatever you say! Please don't hate me! Ow!"
Soda had smacked his throbbing behind roughly, "Don't say something like that Ponyboy! I could never hate you."
"I'm sorry." Pony cried into soda's shirt.
"I don't know how Darry does this," soda said to himself as he cuddled Ponyboy in a hug.
The two sat in the office chair for a few minutes until Steve knocked on the door "sorry Soda. But boss wants this car done now."
"Alright honey. I gotta get back to work. But I'll check on you in a bit. And then I got my lunch break soon."
"Okay..." Ponyboy pulled his jeans back up now as Soda got up and followed Steve, leaving the door open so he could keep his eye on Ponyboy.
"I didn't think you had it in you Soda. You're always babyin' him I never thought you'd actually give him a lickin'. Had the whole shop staring at the door as the kid hollered."
Ponyboy groaned at that thought, and eased himself into the desk chair, wincing slightly.
After Soda got off work, Darry was driving by from his own workplsce and picked them up. And he couldn't help but laugh when he heard soda had spanked Ponyboy. "I'm sorry pony," he laughed at his kid brother's dejected look. "I never thought Soda would ever tan your hide. About time."
"Darry!" Pony complained, wanting nothing more to go home and hide in bed now.