Vacationing with the Burkes

Peppe1951

Summary: Neal goes on vacation with Peter and El to meet his new grandparents.

Warning: Non-con punishment of an adult. Don't like? Don't read! Disclaimer: White Collar belongs to USA; I only write about it.

AN: This is an AU story where corporal punishment is an allowed means of punishment.

Chapter 1

"Honey, where is my camera?" asked Peter as he looked around their bedroom.

"Have you looked in your camera bag?" replied El.

"My camera bag? I just…," Peter paused to look at the open bag on his bed, "It wasn't there a few minutes ago. When did it get there?" he asked.

"When I handed it to you five minutes ago," El replied as she stifled her laughter, "you were preoccupied at the time talking with Neal," she confided.

"Oh…I was trying to convince him to accompany us...again," replied Peter.

"I thought he agreed already," asked El.

"He did and then he changed his mind. He doesn't think your parents are going to like him and he doesn't want to spoil it for us," replied Peter as he added more clothing to his suitcase.

"You don't seem upset about it," mentioned El as she took out what he had just put in.

"I just put that pair of shorts in…why are you taking it out?" asked Peter.

"Well for one thing they are too big for you and the other is that they have paint on them from when Neal and you painted his room last month. You aren't taking them on vacation. I've got a new pair for you yesterday to take their place," she replied as she put in the new pair. "Now what were you talking about our son not coming?"

"I told him that he had two options - either come with us or spend the week lying on his stomach due to the thrashing he's going to get for breaking his mother's heart. He chose to come along and is hurriedly packing now," replied Peter with a smile as he pulled El into his arms.

About an hour later they heard Satch start to bark and then the door close and they knew that Neal had arrived.

"We are upstairs, Neal," Peter called out as he looked over his stuffed suitcase trying to see if he had everything.

"I'm ready when you are," announced Neal as he walked in carrying only an overnight bag.

"Surely you are taking more than that?" asked Peter.

"Of course he is, he's going to spend the night with us since we are leaving so early in the morning…good afternoon, son," El said as she paused to give him a hug and kiss. "I'm glad your father was able to convince you to join us."

"Yeah…convinced me. It was either go or be prepared not to sit comfortably for the next week or so," he groused good naturally.

"Neal, I'm hurt that you don't want to go vacationing with us or meet my parents," replied El.

"It's not that Mom…it's just…what if they don't like me or want an ex-con as a grandson," replied Neal honestly.

"Oh, son you won't have to worry about that with my parents. I've already told them about you and everything leading up to us wanting to adopt you and they understand and want to desperately meet you. Mom has even knitted you a sweater like the one she made Peter and Satch and Dad wants to take you fishing and introduce you to his friends," explained El warmly.

"She knitted me a sweater like Peter's," Neal grimaced, "couldn't you have talked her out of that Mom?"

"No…why should Peter and Satch be the only ones to suffer," El replied with a smile.

While they had been talking, Neal had been rummaging through Peter's and El's luggage as if looking for something. "What are you looking for son?" asked Peter after batting Neal's hands away.

"I'm just checking to make sure that Mom hasn't packed that spatula of hers…you know if I do something, in her opinion, to warrant her using it on me," Neal replied.

Peter exchanged a glance with El before replying, "There is no need for El to pack that when her mother has a collection of wooden cooking implements she can choose from if needed."

Neal's eyes widen at the thought of going into a situation that had too many chances of his getting his butt walloped and he began to back away, "I don't know Mom…"

"Neal, Peter is just fooling you…she would never use one from her collection on you …most of mom's collection is made up of decorated spoons and spatulas…they nearly all have some sort of design on them and if they have a design she won't take the chance of harming them in any way. They are only for show," she assured her son. "In fact if you want to stay on my mom's good side all you have to do is bring her a decorated spoon or spatula. Just go and get one and draw or paint a picture on it…and it coming from her new grandson will thrill her to no end. You will have plenty of time to do her several," El said happily.

Neal nodded and then had a thought that Peter could read instantly and whispered in his ear, "Don't even think of using the spatula El used on you because if you do you will spend the trip to Illinois squirming in the backseat, am I making myself clear buddy?"

Neal nodded before whining, "How do you do that…it's like you read my mind?"

"I know you son…now take my keys and go and buy some wooden spoons and spatulas and do as your mom suggest," replied Peter as he handed his son his car keys.

Neal left and Peter returned to the bedroom to move the luggage downstairs to be packed as soon as Neal had returned. The trip this time was going to be different other than having Neal with them they would also be taking Satch.

Peter had purchased a SUV for Elizabeth to use for her business as well for pleasure and now they could have plenty of room to bring Satch as well.