Little Thief 2

by Ciejye

Disclaimer: The characters of Iggy and Dama, Tony and Sydney are all mine, mistakes and all. This story contains discipline of a minor child, but no slash involving him.

Thank You Claire and Joey for Betaing, you are both wonderful in making sense of what I type. All mistakes are my own.

Iggy and Dama are part of Tony and Sydneys universe

Archiving is cool, feedback is very welcome *smiles*

Damalis stood up and 15 minutes later Iggy was stuffing his mouth full of the most delicious omelet he had ever eaten in his life. It was thick with ham, mushrooms, black olives and green peppers, there was also toast with real butter and peach preserves and a tall glass of ice cold milk.

Iggy ate quickly stuffing the food in his mouth as fast as he could until Damalis stopped him. "Slow down. No one is going to take it from you child."

Iggy flushed red but did slow down a little. Popping the last of the toast into his mouth and sated at last Iggy sighed and belched loudly. "'scuse me." he murmured

Damalis chuckled, "In some cultures that is a complement to the chef."

"Is that what you are?" Iggy asked

"Sometimes," Damalis answered, cutting a thick slick of chocolate cake and refilling the boy's milk glass. "Now lets talk. Where are your parents?"

"Dead" Iggy said honestly. "Died last year in a car accident so the state took me 'cause I didn't have any other family. I was sent to different foster homes but I ran away from all of them. They didn't want me. Just the money they got for keeping me."

Damalis nodded, "And you have been out on the streets since?"

"No I got caught twice and was taken back, but this time I wont be caught. I am NEVER going back there."

Damalis watched the angry emotions race across the boy's face. "So you are going to make a life of crime and end up in prison instead. Much better plan."

Iggy glared at the older man's sarcasm "I AM NOT! I I I never stole before but I was hungry and no one would give me a job. They kept saying I was too young just because I'm little. But I got so hungry, I didn't know what else to do. The mission people wanted to take me to the cops and Crazy Larry, this guy I met, wanted me to hook for him. But I don't wanna." Iggy was whining " so I slipped in and hid. I didn't take much, I just well I . . I would have paid you back when I got a job."

Damalis looked at the teary-eyed boy for a long time then asked quietly, "What do you want?"

Iggy blinked at the question, "A chance," he said without hesitation, "A chance and a home and a family."

"You have it." Damalis said quietly.

"I have it?" Iggy asked as he stared at the older man, "just like that?"

"Yes, just like that." Damalis said "I will take you in, give you a chance. You can live at my place. It can be your home and I will be your family and you will be mine. You can work here on weekends doing dishes and cleaning up. I will provide food, shelter and clothing. In exchange, you will finish school, obey my rules and do your chores. I will not molest or abuse you. If you steal, lie or disobey me you will be punished."

"Why are you doing this?" Iggy asked.

"Because I don't think you're a bad boy, just young. Because I believe everyone deserves a chance. Because I care and because I want to. Do you agree?"

Iggy swallowed, staring at the older man for a long time but he found no hidden agenda. No lies in the deep, black eyes, only compassion and concern, and perhaps .. something more? "W-what kind of punishment?" Iggy asked.

Damalis chuckled, "What ever I decide. Don't worry child, I will never use my fists on you or beat you. Extra chores, grounding, loss of privileges or spanking would be normal."

Iggy squirmed in the hard chair, "You don't want to amm, you know.. fuck me?"

Damalis shook his head, "Have sex is a better choice of words and no I don't, you're a child yet."

Iggy bristled at that. "I am not a child, I am almost 17!"

"You are still underage." Damalis said unfazed. "Do you agree?"

"What about social services?" Iggy asked.

"Let me worry about them." Damalis stated and looked pointedly at the boy.

"Yes." Iggy agreed. He was not sure why, but something within him trusted this man.

"Good." Damalis smiled and ruffled the boy's hair. "I will contact the proper authorities tomorrow and make the arrangements." As Iggy started to protest, Damalis held up one hand. "Everything will have to be above board. Totally honest but don't worry, its just a formality."

"What should I call you?" the boy asked, awed a bit by the way Damalis seemed to dismiss the dreaded State.

"Damalis or Dama." Damalis said as he stood up. "Come with me. You can put back everything you stole and tomorrow you can apologize to the owner."

Iggy started to protest but one look at Damalis' face made him change his mind. "Yes sir." Iggy sighed.

It didn't take long to replace everything, he hadn't taken much, then he and Damalis did the dishes, finally locked up and got into Damalis' car. The drive to Damalis' place was not long but it gave Iggy a chance to relax.

As they pulled into the driveway of the huge house Iggy sat up. "Damn, this is fucking awesome! You really live here?"

Damalis frowned at the profanity but nodded. "Yes, I will give you the full tour tomorrow but this is my home, OUR home."

Iggy's breath caught in his throat at that. Our home. He sighed softly.

True to his word, Damalis only showed Iggy the kitchen and bathroom before showing him the bedroom. "This is your room, My room is just at the end of the hall if you need anything."

Iggy was amazed at the large comfortable room with a full-size bed, cherrywood dresser, the walls done in a cream with blue accents though out.

"There are clean towels in the bathroom and a spare toothbrush in the drawer. Go take a shower while I find you something to sleep in."

Iggy nodded as he headed into the bathroom.

20 minutes later, Iggy reentered the bedroom with his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his small body. It felt good to be clean again. He hadn't been able to do more than just wash up for a long time. He found the draw string sweats and T-shirt that Damalis left on the bed for him. Iggy pulled them on and was almost lost in them as big as they were.

"We can go shopping tomorrow." Damalis said, coming in the open door.

Iggy nodded. Damalis turned the straight backed desk chair around and beckoned the boy "Come here." Iggy walked over without hesitation. "We have some business to take care of before bed." Damalis said at Iggy's confused look, then clarified. "a little matter of stealing"

"But I - I .. " Iggy stammered.

"No you did wrong. And you knew that what you had done. We will take care of this and tomorrow starts with a clean slate."

"What are you going to do?" Iggy asked not sure what was going to happen. "Ground me?"

Damalis shook his head, "Nope, I'm going to spank you." His hand snaked out catching the frightened youth just before he tried to take flight. With a firm hold on the lad's arm, Damalis brought him closer. "You are going to be spanked Iggy, you broke the law. But I am only going to use my hand and afterwards you will spend 15 minutes in the corner. Then I am going to give you a hug and all will be forgiven. We will start with a clean slate. Do you understand?"

Iggy swallowed and nodded "Yes Sir, I understand."

"Open your mouth little one."

Iggy obeyed and found himself a bar of soap thrust in. Iggy gagged.

"Appropriate language Iggy, I will wash that filth out of your mouth." Iggy struggled and gagged, the taste was horrible. He tried to get away but was no match for the larger man. After several minutes Damalis removed the soap, leaving Iggy sputtering.

"You can rinse after your spanking and corner time." Damalis lifted Iggy and turned him over his knee. Pulling down the too big sweats and pushing up the T-shirt he exposed the twin pale globes. All evidence of the earlier spanking gone. Damalis was amazed at the small size of the rump before him. His hand would cover it easily.

"Stealing will never be acceptable" Damalis stated. "It will always earn you a sore bottom." With that Damalis brought his big hand down on the pale rump.

Iggy yelled out at the sharp spank. This was really going to hurt.

Damalis' hand kept spanking down on Iggy's bottom. He was heating it up with his left hand and holding the struggling boy over his knee with the right. Iggy kicked his legs and howled, bucking, trying to get free. He thrust back one hand only to have several sharp spanks land on his thighs before his hand was moved to the small of his back and held there immobile.

"OWW!! IT hurts. Let me GO. NO!!" Iggy pleaded and demanded. "I'm sorry!" he sobbed a moment later, his bottom hot from the stinging spanks and bright red. Damalis was relentless, his hand cracked down with considerable force, wanting to impress this lesson deeply onto the boy's bottom.

Finally when Iggy stopped struggling and just cried over Damalis' lap, Damalis' hand stopped.

He let the boy cry for a while he rubbed his back gently in small circles for a few minutes. Then eased the sobbing youth off his lap. Damalis guided the boy over to the corner. "hold up your shirt." Damalis said gently, Iggy obeyed, his red bottom stinging and sore on display.

"15 minutes." Damalis reminded him.

Iggy nodded and leaned against the wall, sobbing bitterly. He had never been spanked so hard in his life. His folks had given him a few half hearted swats over his jeans, but nothing likes this. This HURT!

Iggy's tears had stopped by the time Damalis let him out of the corner. Damalis helped Iggy pull up his pants and tied the drawstring over the slender hips. He then helped Iggy to rinse. When the horrible soap was rinse out he enveloped the boy in a tight warm hug. Iggy resisted briefly but Damalis was not going to let go He just held on tightly, soothing the soft sobs as they resurfaced and whispering words of forgiveness.

For a long time Damalis held the boy, rocking him and murmuring soothing words, as he rubbed Iggy's back in soft circles. Finally the tears stopped. Damalis looked down and chucked, the boy was fast asleep.

Damalis smiled at how young the boy looked, so innocent in his sleep. The dark hair taking on a red cast now that it was clean, a light dusting of freckles over his cheeks and nose, full cherub lips slightly parted. A single tear still glistened on his soft cheek. Damalis brushed the tear away and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead. Then he set him on the bed. Iggy winced in his sleep, then turned over and snuggled into the pillows.

Damalis covered the sleeping boy up and tucked him in snugly.

"I will take care of you little imp." Damalis said brushing back one lock of the auburn hair. "Always." He then walked out to his own solitary bed, feeling a little less lonely.

To be continued....