Chapter 5

Christmas and new year special!

Part 1

Bruce's point of view

"Can you just wait a minute?" I try to calm him down and reason with the other man.

"Look, sir, I close early on Christmas. You're eating into my time with my own set of cry machines." The man said.

"I know, I KNOW." I get irritated. "Just give me a moment, will' ya."

He backs off. I stand up, bouncing Timmy in my arms, watching Dick do the same with Damian.

This Christmas, I decided I would take the kids on vacation from Gotham to Smallville to visit my friend Clark. I let Alfred off for Christmas so he could spend it with his family, and I packed my bag, well my bag and everyone else's bag and decided to drive to Smallville. Lord only knows the mistakes we are going to make. I should have honestly taken the private jet. It would have saved us all this trouble. Well, it would have at least been faster. As of now, I have weeping timothy in my hands. But how did I get here? Well, let's start from the beginning. Well, the morning that started it all started like this.

"ahhhhhh," I said, opening my mouth as wide as I can and hoping Damien will mimic me. He mimics me, alright but just my stubbornness. He keeps his mouth firmly shut and turns his head away. I put a spoonful of his oatmeal in my mouth and hum rubbing my tummy. "Delicious. Don't you want to taste baby?"

"No, Daddy. I want n'cakes!"

What Damien is saying is he wants pancakes. Now I know what you are thinking, make the baby some pancakes. No. Alfred and I are trying to get him to eat other types of breakfast, not just chopped up pancakes. I made the oatmeal nice and thick with a little syrup and chopped fruits.

I sigh and reach over for some toast, dip it in syrup and hold it up to the little boy's mouth. He snatches it from my hands, sniffs it and eats it smiling to me with his toothy grin.

"More, Daddy!" he pushes the oatmeal off his tray table and onto the actual table.

I pour some apple juice into his sippy cup before I start cutting up the toast. "Richard, you take Timmy and make sure he has all the things he needs packed and ready.

Dick takes Timmy's hand, and they disappear through the door. Jason is sleeping at the table, his hand resting in his food and his head on the table. I have half a mind to tan his hide. I told him we'd leave early and he'd better sleep, but of course, he didn't listen. I leave Dami to feed himself, and I squeeze Jason's nose.

He wakes up, startled and says, "What was that for?" I take his ear between my thumb and my index finger and give it a little squeeze. "it's not polite to sleep during a meal and when I tell you to sleep you do as you're told you definitely don't stay up playing games I've told you not to play many times." He stands up to alleviate the pressure on his ear, and I use that to smack him and send him on his way. "Go pack, and you and your brothers better be down here in less than thirty minutes."

He walks towards the door, grumbling under his breath, "Damn old bat." I hear him but ignore him. Jason, as usual, is walking in thin ice.

"Daddy, done!" Dami says.

"Good Job, baby!" I smile at him, "Let's get you less sticky and ready to go, okay?"

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We recently got Timothy out of car seats and into the regular car seat. He sometimes moves about because of all the space, but he loves feeling like a "big boy." Damien still sits in his car seat that is placed behind my chair. Damien sucks on his pacifier and stares at us from the back. Dick is playing with his Gameboy upfront, and Timmy and Jason are playing a very terrible version of I spy. We have been travelling for about an hour now, and I already wish I hadn't suggested we take the car or at least I should have gotten a driver to accompany us.

"Jason, stop kicking my seat!" Dick shouts.

"I'm bored. Pass your Gameboy back let me have a turn." Jason reasons.

"No! I told you not to pack yours, but you never listen."

"Well, I don't have to listen to you, dick."

"Then shut up ass-hat."

I finally intervene with a "Hey! Jason, you're irritable. Take a nap. Richard, you use that kind of language one more time, and that spoonful of castor oil is going to taste like sweet cocoa."

Earlier before, the boy had needed doses of castor oil, but that's a story for another day.

The car was silent for a while Jason eve closed his eyes. He tossed and turned in the chair and Timmy began to whine.

"Daddy! Jason is taking up all the space. Daddy!"
"Jason, knock it off," I said

"You're always picking on me!" Jason frowns.

"Jay, I know you're tired, but just try and be still for daddy."

"I'm not a baby. Dad!"

I continued driving in the silence until Jason started up again; he was chewing his gum very loudly and blowing a bubble and popping it with a loud snap.

"Daddy!" Timmy cries.

"Jason! You stop it right now and put that gum away!"

"Yes, sir," Jason says promptly.

I drive in relative silence. Until all hell broke loose. Timmy let out a wail that could break the car windows.

"DADDY!"

"Baby, what's wrong now?"

"j-jay put g-gum in my HAIR!"

Now I don't know how you guys raise your kids, but that got me pulling up at the side of the road. I was shocked. Every one of my boys, including me, had dark black hair with that was relatively long. Something I noticed, though, is Damien and Dick had curlier hair than Timmy and Jason. I barely cut the younger boy's hair just because of their young, and when they look a little messy, it's cute. The older boys, on the other hand, get almost monthly haircuts as prescribed by the teachers at their private school.

After I pulled the car in on the side of the road, I concluded that Jason needed a good, hard and long old fashioned bare bottom spanking that will put him to sleep.

When I was younger, my father had some times told me stories of how my grandfather would often complain about how when he was younger or instead 'in his day,' children were spanked regularly to make sure they behaved. If you misbehaved, you were immediately spanked and then later on that night, you'd be punished again, the second spanking being your daily scheduled spanking.

I thank God we weren't born in that era. I want to deal with Jason, but I needed to deal with Timmy; first, he has a full-blown fit. By the time I stop the car and get out, Damian and Timmy are having a crying contest. Who can cry the loudest? Let me just tell you now, officially, Timmy has some darn healthy lungs on him.

I got Timmy out and began to cradle him. He raped his legs around my waist and cried in my shoulder. I quietly tried to remove to gum from his hair.

After getting quite a bit of gum out, I made a call to Mr. Kent and requested he give me directions to a good barber on the way. Before piling the kids back in the car, I gave Jason a firm talking to and a smack to mind himself before I cut a switch.

I moved Jason to the front with me, and he fell asleep like a light. Damien cried himself into sleep and dick played games on his Gameboy. Timmy kept touching his hair and whimpering.

When I get to the barber, I leave Richard in charge of the kids in the car while Timmy and I fix his hair.

When we entered, we were greeted by a very jovial man named William. He was tall and smart. Looking and had beautiful long blonde hair.

I showed him my Timmy, and he informed us we shouldn't worry. Timmy took the seat on the airplane shaped chair, and I sat on the waiting benches. Timmy cried while he cut it, but it wasn't loud wails; it was silent tears. That made me miserable.

Timmy looked handsome after. His hair was cut to medium length, and his face looked younger. William had given him bangs that hung loosely on his forehead, very close to his eyes. His nose and eyes were all red and puffy from the excess crying. When they unbuckled him from the airplane h run to me, and I picked him up and sat him on my lap.

I bounced him a bit, stating how handsome he looked. He was wearing jeans and a redshirt. His pull up was peeking out of the jeans a bit. And I know what you're thinking, isn't he too old for a pull-up. For long trips like this, it's better to be safe than sorry. He snuggled closer to me, almost considering putting his thump in his mouth but thought better of it. He knows I think he's too old for that and world smack his hands if they went anywhere near his mouth intentionally.

I paid and thanked William and put Timmy in the car for our journey to Smallville.

"Hey, Timmy, you look great!" Dick said. Gosh! I love Dick; he is one of the best big brothers I have seen.

Timmy blushes and smiles up at his big brother leaning closer to him.

I can't wait to see Clark. I actually miss him. Wayne enterprise being the large company, had gotten a lot of people from newspaper agencies trying to interview us. I met Clark in an interview, and his views on specific issues made me love him. We've been close friends for a long time, and I usually spend a lot of holidays with him.
He has two kids. His niece, Clara and his adopted son Conner. They are lovely children, but I think Conner is a bad influence on Dick. When the dick is with that young man, they always end up in some kind of trouble that involves two young men going to bed with rosy and red cheeks, and I'm not talking about their faces.

Jason has a massive crush on Clara but doesn't know how to behave around her. Clara would rather play with Timmy and Damien than give Jason the time of day. Plus, Jason is going to start this year's round of flirtations with a well-spanked bottom, which is definitely going to be embarrassing for him.

We drive for a bit until it is 5 pm Smallville time. We go down the long drive towards the Kent house, and finally, we park the car, and I almost want to kiss the ground.

Clark comes out wearing a very bright red Christmas sweater and brown slacks, he beams up at me and says

"Well, it took you long enough."

That got on my nerves, but I still smiled at him. The kids piled out of the car, slowly a little stiff from the rides.

Jason climbs out of the car, looking apprehensive, and I can tell because he starts nibbling on his lip. He should be anxious! We may need to take a trip to the woodshed.

We are entering the house, and I end up with a hand full of Damien he is aggressively sucking his thumb; he really doesn't like strange places. I bounce him a bit, patting his bottom regularly and calms down a little thumb still resting in his mouth I hate when he does this, but I allow.

I try and herd my other children into the house while talking to Clark.

"I have two rooms for you guys. Nothing fancy here Bruce just good old fashion home living."

He does this all the time because I stay in a mansion and he has an old rustic type house. He knows damn well that he could live in a better home but he doesn't.

"I know. I know."

"I got a bunk bed for Dick and Jason, so they are staying in Connor's room. I gave up my room so you and your little boys can have it and of course, Clara gets here own room you know girl troubles and the like. I'll sleep on the couch."

"I didn't mean to put you out," I said shyly, bouncing Damien again for good measure.

"It's fine. I invited you to remember I love spending Christmas with you!"

"Well, you're not going to like the first thing I'm going to do here."

"And what exactly is that?"

"I have to spank Jason for putting gum in Tim's hair." At that, Damien begins to squirm in my hands like a worm. I try to hold him, but he begins to whine.

"Want down, dada. Down, daddy, please."

I lower him to the ground and pat his bottom twice. "Behave baby boy."

He runs towards the inside back door. And begins playing with the Kent's dog.

"The boys also need their yearly flu shots," I say mostly to myself.

"Bruce, don't worry. My kids need to get their shots too; we'll go tomorrow and start preparing for Christmas dinner." Clark said, "How about you spank Jason tonight, and I'll take the rest of the brood out for dinner. I have some tuna sandwiches in the fridge. We'll leave now and be back in an hour or two."

"Boys!" I shouted, "you're going out now with uncle Clark!"

The boys come running down, hitting each other on the way. Timmy is running behind, giggling.

"Where is Clara?" I ask.

"She has a project with a friend. She'll see y'all tomorrow." Clark grabs Conner and begins tucking in his shirt for him and straightening his hair. "Boy, I taught you better than to look like an urchin and have you welcomed your uncle properly?"

"Hello, uncle Bruce. Welcome! And daddy! Stop, you're embarrassing me." He roughed up his hair again.

The boys stood before us, grinning.

"Damien! I called all of you if I have to call again. I'm sending you to bed tonight with the help of my bedroom slippers." That got the little boy running. He hugged one of my legs and looked up at me through his lashes.

"Hey, papa. Can I come up, please?"

I carry him up and bounce him about a bit, and he smirks at me.

"Boys, you're going for dinner with your uncle. you behave yourselves." Then I looked at Jason, "You are staying with Daddy tonight for a long talk."

"Yes, daddy," He responded after a sigh.

"How about you go upstairs and stand in a corner bud, I'll be up in a minute."

"Yes, daddy." He looked around coyly," See you later, guys." Jason ran up the stairs and banged the door upstairs.

"Is he gonna get a spanking?" Conner asked Dick quietly.

"None of your business, son and you better drop the subject, or else you'll be in trouble," Clark said angrily.

I handed over Damien to Clark, who bounced him a bit. I gave him my car keys to get one of Damien's toys from the car; he can be a menace at dinner.

When the boys have been forced out of the door and into Clark's truck, I went into the kitchen to grab the wooden spoon.

I went upstairs to find Jason sitting in the corner, peeling the paint of the wall.

"Jason, your behaviour in the car was wrong, and you're getting a spanking for it."

"Alright, dad."

"Really? No fight?"

"No, daddy. How many am I getting."

"you'll know when I'm done with you?"

"Do I get to keep my pants?"

"You'll know when you get close enough tome."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry. I'll never even chew gum again!"

"Sweetie, I know you won't, and this is to make sure you don't do it again, and you know what you did is wrong. Crimes have punishment and consequences."

"Daddy, I didn't know it was a crime."

"Jason, you know not to put stuff in your brother's hair."

"Fine! Daddy wail on me! Take it out on me." He shouts.

"You need to come a little closer for me to do that."

"DAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYY" he whines

"Jason, if you keep this up, your brothers will hear you getting a spanking. Now hop to it. You know what you did wrong."

"Daddy. It's not my fault you have a cry baby!"

"Okay, that's it!" I get up and grab Jason by the arm. I drag him over my knee and begin the smacking. He immediately starts kicking his legs and twisting.

After about ten minutes, I hear gasps and whines. I stop spanking and reach under to unbutton his jeans and pull down his underwear and pants. I brought out the wooden spoon and began again. That's when the 'ow's' began. I kept on spanking and let me tell you he was a deep shade of red before he started crying. After he began crying, I spanked a couple more times before stopping. I pulled him up and hugged him tightly. He kept crying. I used my shirt to wipe Jason's face, and I continued to rub his back.

After about 20 minutes of snuggling, Jason finally said he was hungry. He pulled some soft pants on and followed me down the stairs. I heated the tuna sandwiches and added some crisps to the plate and gave it to Jason to eat.

After we had been eating for a while, the front door opened wide and in came Clara.

"And you go straight to your room, young lady!" Clark growled.

Where did she come from? Jason began to blush immediately.

This vacation just started, and I'm already tired, and I know the trouble has just begun.