Little Thief 3

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.

WARNING: Very bad language involved

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*

Iggy woke to the wonderful smell of bacon wafting through the room. He turned over and winced as his tender bottom hit the bed. "Damn, he hits hard." The boy thought as he got up. However, the sore bottom did nothing to stop the warm feeling in his heart. An examination in the bathroom mirror showed a still pink bottom but nothing else not even one bruise.

Iggy used the bathroom and washed his hands. He remembered where Damalis had said the kitchen was and headed there his stomach growled in spite of the large meal he had eaten the night before.

The kitchen was large and bright. A center cooking area/breakfast bar dominated the room. Several ferns were about. Everything was clean and welcoming. And cooking at the stove was Damalis. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue slacks and a rust colored turtleneck sweater. He smiled as Iggy came in and flipped a pancake.

"Good morning Iggy, sleep well?"

"Morning." Iggy said, "ok I guess."

Damalis gestured to a stool. "Have a seat and help yourself to juice."

"No thanks, just some coffee." Iggy mumbled.

Damalis frowned and poured a large glass of the orange juice, "Drink it" He commanded. "You don't need the caffeine."

Iggy sighed dramatically as he walked to the bar. A step stool had been left by his place. He used it to get up on the high stool wincing as his still tender bottom touched the cushioned seat. As a little person he was used to people trying to help him but for some reason this was different. Damalis didn't make a big deal about it, just left it there as a matter of fact.

Iggy took a sip of the juice. It was delicious and didn't have the nasty pulp in it that he disliked so much. He had drank half the glass before he knew it.

Damalis set a glass of milk down next, ignoring Iggy's look of disdain. Then a plate of crisp bacon and a stack of pancakes, golden brown with the steam still rising off them.

"Your choice." Damalis said as he set down two syrup containers. "Maple or blueberry."

Iggy grinned and dumped some of each on the stack. "Thanks man this is great." He said around the first bite, Damalis laughed as he poured blueberry syrup on his own stack.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Iggy was about half done when he suddenly turned to Damalis. "You don't have to do this. I can leave. I don't want to be a burden"

Damalis silenced the boy. "Its a done deal." He stated. "I called Child Protective Services this morning while you were sleeping. I have been a foster parent before so I am still registered and having you transferred to me was not a problem. You're home now Iggy." Damalis didn't feel it was necessary to tell the boy of the numerous favors he'd called to make this happen.

Tears stung the back of Iggy's eyes." You mean it? You won't leave me? I won't have to leave?"

"No boy, I won't leave." Damalis said gently as he caressed the back of Iggy's head. "You won't ever have to leave. We are a family now. Now eat up, after we clean up the kitchen we need to get you dressed and go shopping. I tried to wash the clothes you were wearing but they fell apart. Your social worker left a bag of things for you. When she was here earlier."

Policing the kitchen only took a few minutes with both of them working. Damalis directed Iggy where to put things as they loaded the dishwasher. When they had finished Iggy went up stairs to change, amazed at the events of the last 12 hours.

Damalis was in his room getting his keys and wallet when he heard a crash. Immediately he drew his weapon and ran for Iggy's where the noise had come from. Loud swearing assaulted his ears as he got to the door. He replaced the revolver in the leg holster and stepped in.

Iggy was standing by the middle of the room nude, broken glass from the window was all over the floor. "MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING SON OF BITCH STUPID CUNT FUCKING BITCH SLUT WHORE! WHAT DOES SHE THINK I AM A GOD DAMNED FUCKING BABY!!" Iggy was fuming as he screamed.

"ENOUGH!" Damalis bellowed and in one step he was across the room. He picked up the shocked youth out of the glass and tossed him over one shoulder with a firm swat to the upturned bottom. Damalis grabbed Iggy's bag and carried them both to his room. Iggy was set down on the bed, Damalis looking at his feet and legs. "Are you cut?" Iggy shook his head. "WHAT was that all about?"

Iggy regained his voice. "That stupid cunt"

"HOLD IT!" Damalis stopped him, "Your already due a soaping, don't make it worse."

Iggy took a deep breath, still clearly angry. He opened his mouth twice then shoved the bag at Damalis as if that explained everything.

Damalis took the bag and looked inside, shirts and pants, underwear, socks. "I don't understand what's wrong with your clothing?" he asked totally dumfounded at what set this off.

Iggy exploded. "I am not a fucking 5 year old!!!" he screamed and threw himself on the bed sobbing.

Damalis was still bewildered. He took out the clothing. The undershirt was plain white. The pants were just overalls. There was a blue shirt and the underwear were Y fronts. Damalis looked closer. Then a light came on. The entire outfit was done with a Winnie the Pooh theme to it. Fine for a 6 or 7 year old child but for a vertically challenged boy of 16 it was the kiss of death.

"Iggy," Damalis sat down on the bed and pulled the sobbing man-boy into his arms. "I don't know what she was thinking to bring you clothing like that but we will make it right." Damalis rocked Iggy as he soothed him, caressing the boy's back gently. When Iggy had calmed down, Damalis looked at him with stern but loving eyes. "I understand your frustration." He stated seriously. "However that is no reason to destroy our home. I know the clothing is not something a boy of your age would normally wear but you need to wear it for now while we get you something else." He stopped the protect with an upraised hand. "I will give you one of my sweatshirts to hide part of it, I have an old one that won't be too huge on you."

Iggy sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are Iggy but you still have to be punished. Tell me what you did wrong." Damalis said As Damalis spoke he wanted to gather the boy up in his arms and curse with him but knew that was not the way to handle this.

"I-I-I was swearing and I threw a temper tantrum and broke the window." Iggy said tearfully.

Damalis nodded. "That about sums it up. Now, what could you have done differently?"

Iggy thought about it for a minute, "I could have talked to you instead."

"Good thinking imp."

Iggy's eyes flashed in anger at the name, "That's just bogus man, You have no right to call me names just 'cause I'm not a giant like you!"

Damalis chuckled, "First off, I call everyone who is smaller than I am, little one or squirt or midget or runt or something like that. Its not how small they are, its how big I am. Its not just you. Second, You are short and there is nothing we can do about it. So you need to develop a thicker skin 'cause there will be people who will tease you about it just to be mean. You can't sink to their level by letting it get to you, and THIRD, I called you imp because those are your initials, Ignatius Montgomery Preston I-M-P just like my initials are D-A-D I have been called Pops and Dad for so long I sometimes forget I have another name."

Iggy blushed deeply at this revelation, he knew what his initials were, but dang this was, well dang. It still bothered him a bit.

Damalis decided to get on with things. "You can work off the cost of the window by doing extra chores and working at the restaurant. You will be there with me when I am working for now anyway."

"No fair you're rich!" Iggy exploded. "Why do I have to pay you when I don't have anything?"

"Because for ever action there is a consequence or reward and yes, I do have money, but I was not the one who broke the window. You are responsible for paying for your mistakes. No one else."

Iggy sighed but knew Damalis was right. "Yes sir."

Damalis pulled Iggy to his feet and marched him to the bathroom. Once inside he picked up the bar of soap he had used last night. "Open."

Iggy whimpered and shook his head.

"Ignatius." Damalis warned. "Now."

Iggy complied and opened his mouth. Damalis shoved the bar of soap in and scraped it over his teeth firmly leaving a good amount in there. He then put Iggy in the corner.

Iggy stood still, gagging on the nasty flavor of the soap. Ten minutes later Damalis let him rinse. It took a good deal of rinsing to get most of the taste out of his mouth but it was finally done.

Damalis sat on the bed with Iggy between his legs. "Now for the tantrum I want a 1000 word essay on what caused this and what could have been done differently. I understand you were angry but you will (have to) learn to control that temper of yours." Damalis then turned Iggy over his knee, and swatted him 10 times on his pink bottom. Hard. "Maybe a warm bottom will remind you what happens when your temper takes control."

Iggy was in tears but knew he had gotten off lightly. When he was let up he got dressed including a shirt of Damalis' that covered the Pooh emblems and the pair left for the store.

To be continued...