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Chapter Three

•Third Persons POV•

The three days that were spent packing went by too quickly much to the Baker boys' likings. They still weren't to fond of the idea but didn't protest and push the subject any further; well that was until it was time to say goodbye to the old house and say hello to the new one.

Harry was determined he was not moving. When his dad told him to get his boxes into the moving truck; he'd refuse. And when his frustrated father would take them to the truck; Harry would follow and remove them once again.

Steven had had enough and gave Harry a few warning swats; that didn't faze Harry if I may add. Harry had continued the act when finally, Michael locked him in the bathroom until the furious father had packed everything and gracefully thanked Mike.

Harry, on the other hand, don't enjoy being locked in the bathroom and proceeded to punch the door as if his life depended on it.

That was until the door had finally opened just as he had thrown a punch that quickly made contact to his older bothers nose as he doubled over in pain.

The younger instantly felt guilty as he attempted to apologize with no luck. But to much of Harry's dismay, his father watched the whole scene, growing more angry by the second.

Steven knew he was to pissed to punish the now crying child so after landing a few harsh swats to Harry's bottom and telling him they would have a talk later and the family headed to the new house.

•Harry's POV•

Oh shit this is not good! I didn't mean to hit him. He just opened the door at the wrong time. And the worst part? The worst part is that my dad was watching the whole time.

I felt fear rush through my body as he stormed over, gripping my bicep, turning me around and landing five harsh smacks to my bum causing me to whimper and squirm in attempt to get away.

"We'll be dealing with this later!" He growled as he began dragging me to the van as I whined.

•One Hour Later; still Harry's POV•

We pulled up to a huge house and I was still slightly crying as I dreaded the punishment that was coming my way.

I looked around the yard as another van; slightly smaller than ours pulled up as six kids began piling out. I heard Niall gasp beside me, his eyes instantly growing wide as a frown made it's way to his face.

"What's wrong?" I questioned as I looked between him and the blonde that was across the yard as their eyes connected and hers becoming huge just like Niall's did seconds before. Well this is awkward.

I waved my hand in front of his face snapping him out of his trance. He looked over at me and his expression was emotionless and instantly became more worried than I already was.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as my dad walked over, whispering in my ear.

"Let's go!" Was all it took for more tears spring to my eyes. I gulped, nodding nervously as I followed my dad into the house, me growing more nervous by the second.

He led me into the first bedroom we came across, shutting the door behind him.

He sat on the bed across the room, motioning me to come over. Slowly, walking over and stopping a few feet away and him not being satisfied, yanked me over his lap, tugging my trousers; quickly followed by my boxers; down to where they were pooling around my ankles.

He placed his large palm on my unprotected bottom as I let out a whine from discomfort and a slight whimper.

"Harry, do you know why you're getting this spanking?" He questioned, slightly calmer than he was before. I shakily nodded and he smacked the first blow to the middle of my bottom making more tears rush to my eyes as I lurched forward, biting my lower lip to stop any noise from escaping.