Title: Smoking Butts!
Fandom: Blue Bloods
Written for Team Human at http://spanking-world.livejournal.com/
Characters: Danny Reagan and Frank Reagan
Summary: Danny gets caught smoking.
So: Here there is a background. I'm putting it in here because I don't know if anyone knows of Blue Bloods. Read it or not - up to you.
Background: BLUE BLOODS is a drama about a multi-generational family of Irish cops dedicated to New York City law enforcement. Frank Reagan is the New York Police Commissioner and heads both the police force and the Reagan brood. Being a cop runs in his blood- his father, Henry, was once Commissioner and three of his sons have become cops. Eldest son Danny, a seasoned detective, family man and Iraq War vet who on occasion uses dubious tactics to solve cases. Middle son Joe, was killed prior to the season premier on the job. The baby, JAMIE, is a recent Harvard Law graduate who decides to become a cop in stead of a lawyer The Reagan women in the family include Erin, a N.Y. Assistant D.A., who also serves as the legal compass for her siblings and father, and single parent to her teenage daughter Nicky; and Linda, Danny's supportive wife.
Season one has an episode where Henry, wants to give his old slapjack to Jamie now that Jamie is a cop. Jamie says thanks but no thanks he doesn’t need one Danny berates his little brother about not taking their grandfather’s gift, that he’s gonna wish he had it when he is wrestling with 300 pound of muscle out on the streets Frank interjects they are illegal and he never needed one. Danny says yeah, “You are six four!” or something like that. Then he goes on to say that he can still remember “spankings he got with those mitts!”
So…perfect segue into a spanking fic no?
Tom Selleck plays Frank Reagan
Donnie Wahberg plays Danny Reagan
Will Estes plays Jamie Reagan
For my purposes, Frank is a young Lieutenant
Danny is fourteen
Joe is twelve
Erin is eleven
Jamie is four
On to the fic!
Danny felt like a little kid. He always did when he was about to get his butt roasted. And he had no doubt it was going to happen within the next five minutes. He and Joe had been goofing around and Danny had decided to show his little brother how cool it was to smoke. Of course he hadn’t plan for Mr. Mac to see them, Danny had thought he’d made sure that no one around. He’d taken Joey back into the woods behind the house. Way back. Where no grownups ever go. That is unless you were Mr. Mac and you enjoyed freakin’ bird watching. Who would have thought an adult would go that far back in the woods to watch some dumb bird.
But he had and he’d seen Joey and Danny.
Of course he’d snatched them both by their respective ears and drug them to the Reagan house.
Because nowhere was really safe when you were a Reagan. The cops all knew who they were, the neighbors all knew who they were and Danny was even considering that the damn Yellow-breasted Sap Sucker or whatever was even in on the plan. Because that was his life.
And now he was listening to his brother get his butt smacked in the next room. Joey was yelling something fierce and Danny couldn’t blame him. If the volume of Joey’s yells were any indication, Danny was in for a smack down of monumental proportions.
Plus he was gonna get it worse anyway. He was the one who wanted to show Joey how cool he was. He was the one who let Joey try a cigarette. Something he hadn’t planned on doing but had done anyway.
He was an idiot.
Danny could still hear Joey crying in the next room when his father opened the door.
Danny gulped. Dad looked pissed, dark brows glowering over his bright blue eyes.
“Daniel…what have you got to say for yourself?”
So like his father to want to understand why Danny was an idiot.
But just because Danny was an idiot, it didn’t mean he was a moron so he tried to carefully think through the question and his answer. Danny didn’t like thinking things through. He was more of a doer than a thinker. Probably the reason he got into more trouble than his brothers and sister he thought to himself.
“I was trying to act like a grownup…I guess,” he said lamely.
“So you equate smoking with adult behavior?”
Gah, would he just start smacking and stop talking!
“Yes, sir.” Danny made sure he added the sir. Dad wasn’t too big on sir and ma’am but Danny had learned that being polite had it’s advantages. It wasn’t sucking up, it was being prudent.
Danny gave himself a little attaboy. Prudent had been a vocabulary word. Sister Mary Margaret would have been proud.
“Well, it’s not. I don’t smoke. You’re mother doesn’t smoke and I think we’ve been pretty clear about how none of our children were going to smoke.”
“Plus you let Joey try it. What kind of role model does that to your little brother? If Erin had been there would you have let her? What about the baby?”
“No, Dad. I wouldn’t have. And Jamie? He’s just four.”
“So what is the appropriate age to start smoking, Danny?”
“Obviously not eleven, or thirteen for that matter,” Danny mumbled.
Dad reached over to Danny, spun him around and planted four swift swats on his butt.
“OWE! That’s not fair! What about “This is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you or something!”
“I always thought that was stupid. It’s not going to hurt me at all.” Dad said sagely.
“Well, some notice might have been nice,” Danny yelped.
“You didn’t know this was going to happen?”
“Well, yes, sir but…”
“Okay you want notice, here’s notice. Over my lap, jeans and underwear down, spanking to commence.”
Him and his smart mouth. When would he ever learn.