Chris cried out at the heavy handed slap to his ass that involved the wooden paddle. He fought against himself to try and get away from that damned thing. Leo had never used it on him before and he sure as hell wished now that he'd never felt it.

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Another ten with the belt and Pike set it aside. He brushed one hand along his boy's hot, red skin.

"Beginning to understand my anger, James?" he growled out softly. "I don't like returning to this ship to find you gone, boy. You want to go somewhere, you ask my permission. If I'm not here, you better damn well ask Spock to com me. And you don't take that kid off this ship again without McCoy's permission. Am I making myself at all clear?"