Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 02:29:17 -0500
From: Silver Belle <shimmerpaint@ureach.com>
Subject: Disciplined Singers

Author's note:  Hey, guys!  I'm new here, and I'm presenting my
first N'Sync story.  It turned out much differently than I had
planned.  Please, please, please tell me what you think at
shimmerpaint@ureach.com

Disclaimer:  I don't know these people, and nothing in this story
is real.  I made it up off the top of my head - scary, isn't it?


Disciplined Singers
by Silver Belle

BANG BANG BANG!  No matter how deep under his pillow Lance
buried his head, the noise would not stop.

"WAKE UP!  We're going to be late!" The door shook with more
pounding.  "Move your ass, Bass!"

Lance slowly opened his eyes to look at the bedside clock.  As
soon as he saw the glowing digits, his eyes popped open as he
simultaneously shot out of bed.  "Aaaaaah!"

The banging on the door continued.  "Get UP!"

"I'm up, Chris, I'm up!" Lance shouted before jumping into the
small hotel bathroom.  He began cursing to himself as he quickly
jerked the shower knob around until water began to spray from
the shower head.  While he waited for the water to heat up, he
squirted toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began scrubbing his
teeth while at the same time hopping on one foot and then the
other as he tugged his boxers off.  He then spat the toothpaste
out, but he did not let himself take the time to rinse.  Instead
he grimaced as he forced himself to swallow the leftover
residue.   A second later he was underneath the hot shower of
water, still cursing to himself.

He rushed through his morning preparations, hoping to recover
the time he wasted oversleeping.  The fear of being late created
a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach.   He quickly ran a
towel over his body as soon as he stepped out of the shower,
only partially drying himself before throwing on the first set
of clothes he found.  Gel was squeezed out onto his hand and
worked it into his hair as he hastily molded spikes.  His hand
was still running through his hair when he shoved his feet into
his shoes and ran to the door.

Maybe he wouldn't be too late after all.  Maybe the guys won't
care.  Maybe he could find a good excuse.

Lance threw open the door and was greeted by four angry figures.
He gulped.

"Look, y'all, I'm really, really sorry.  I mean, I..." he
faltered as the expressions on his friends' faces remained
unchanged.  He hastily continued to explain himself.  "It took
me forever to fall asleep last night, you know?  And I, I
haven't been getting much sleep at all..."  He swallowed,
looking away from the stony faces, before adding timidly, "I
hurried as fast as I can..."

"C'mon, the limo is waiting for us downstairs," Joey spoke up.

JC nodded, "We'll deal with this later."

Lance glanced up at his friends.  Justin appeared slightly
irritated but was growing increasingly more calm as the group
finally made their way towards the elevator, Chris was slapping
his hands against the side of his thighs rhythmically, a sign of
his impatience, and Joey just gave Lance a half-smile before
turning away.  JC's expression, on the other hand, made Lance's
stomach drop.   The older band member was clearly disappointed
in him.  Lance dropped his head, his stomach growing heavier
with shame.  He couldn't bear JC's disappointment.

Lance could feel JC's strong gaze on him, knowing that JC wanted
to communicate something.  Reluctantly, he raised his head and
quickly darted his eyes to his fellow bandmate.  JC just shot
him a pointed look.  Lance's cheeks immediately began to burn.

He knew what that look meant.

 -

It had been Justin's idea.  Because they were stuck inside the
bus, he, Chris, and Lance had been forced to listen as JC
chastised Joey for getting too drunk and sleeping over at the
apartment of the girl, a complete stranger, he had picked up at
a bar.

"Don't you realize how dangerous that is, Joe?  You can't let
yourself get out of control like that!"

Instead of apologizing, Joey crossed his arms over his chest and
returned fire.  "But I wasn't out of control!  Nothing happen,
did it?" he pointed out.  "And we all make mistakes, you know.
What about that time you gave that street musician a ride home,
hm?  I wouldn't call that a safe move either."

"That was a one time mistake."

"Well, I won't do this again either."

"Ha, that's what you said last time!  This is the fifth time in
the past month, Joe!" JC retorted.  "How can we get through to
you?"

"Hey, now-" Joey began before he was cut off by Justin, who
jumped out of his seat.

"Y'all, I just had a brilliant plan!" he cried.  Joey shot a
relieved look at his savior while JC tapped his foot irritably.
"It's a solution to all our problems," Justin explained,
grinning.

"Duct tape?" Chris asked.

Justin ignored him.  "How many times do we get into fights
whenever one of us does something wrong?"

"Too many," Lance muttered.

Justin agreed, adding, "and it's been making everything more
tense, you know?  Especially lately."  The others nodded
wearily.  They had all been feeling the raw nerves.  "And the
yelling doesn't help anything.  I mean, we all just go right
back out and do the same thing again."

"So what are you getting at, Curly?" Chris asked.

"We need a new punishment policy."

Lance arched an eyebrow.  "Okay...what?"

A blush crept into Justin's cheeks as he began playing with the
bottom of his shirt.  "Well..." he started, fidgeting.  "I think
the most effective way to get someone to stop their bad behavior
is to...spank him."

Joey choked, his eyes widening. "W-what?"

Now that he had finally gotten the courage to say it, Justin
rushed to explain his idea.  "Think about it!" he said
excitedly.  "Fighting won't work because we only get defensive.
Lectures we just tune out.  We don't have enough control over
each other to ground us."

Lance blinked as he processed this idea.  He looked over at
Joey, who seemed as bewildered as Lance felt.  But Chris and JC
were leaning closer towards Justin, listening intently.

Justin gathered energy as he continued.  "And think how much
spanking would work!  Just imagine yourself being spanked by
someone else in the group - over their knee.  You know how
humiliating that would be?  I bet we'd think twice before doing
something wrong again, knowing that we would get spanked for it.
It's perfect!"

The four sat in silence after Justin's proposal.  Then JC began
to nod.  "You know, Justin, that doesn't seem like a bad idea."


Chris began rubbing his hands together, a mischievous smile
spreading across his face.  "I like it!" he exclaimed, giggling.
"Ooh, I can't wait to spank someone!  Who's going to be the
first lucky bastard?" He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at
each of them.

Lance blinked a couple of times.  "Wait, wait, wait, you
mean...you all are actually considering this?"

"I think we're past the considering," JC replied.  "I say we do
this."

Joey backed away, holding his hands up.  "Oh no, no, no...I'm
not getting spanked."

"Okay, how about this.  You'll be let off the hook this time,
but you'll have to agree that if you do something wrong again,
you'll get punished.  Okay?" JC negotiated.

Joey hesitated and then nodded reluctantly.  "Yeah, I
guess...but everyone else will get the same treatment, right?"

"Of course," Justin answered him.  "Anyone who does something
dangerously stupid or messes up pretty badly will have their
tushies slapped until their cheeks are redder than the
Cincinnati baseball team."

"They're the *Reds*," Chris whispered loudly to a
confused-looking JC.

 -

The method did turn out to be effective.  The cases of bad
behavior grew fewer and far between and fewer fights erupted.
Every member cooperated, taking their punishment without
protest, having agreed that it would be best for the group.

Since then, Chris and Joey have had their rear ends spanked four
times each, Chris because of practical jokes gone astray and
Joey for various drunken antics.  Justin received three
spankings, once for a public display of anger - a no-no for
their clean cut  imagine - and two others for being out too long
with Britney and missing practice.  Although JC had never been
on the receiving end, he had carried out the discipline several
times.  Only Lance had managed to completely avoid the new
procedure.

But Lance was quickly finding out that things change.

"Don't worry, Scoop, anyone can oversleep," Justin said, patting
his shoulder as soon as the five members filed into Chris and
Joey's hotel room.  "It happens to the best and worst of us."

"Hey!" Joey protested.  "Why did you look at me when you said
that last part?"

"I didn't mean anything by it," Justin assured him smoothly
before turning back to Lance.  "Besides, at least you showed a
decent amount of fashion sense for the interview."

"Hey, they dressed us up in their own outfits anyway!  What is
this, Pick on Joey Day?"

"Every day is Pick on Joey Day," Chris remarked, ruffling Joey's
hair.

"I'm just trying to cheer Lance up so he doesn't feel so bad,"
Justin explained, dropping himself into one of the hotel's
chairs.  Lance took a seat on the bed.

"Nevertheless," JC began, speaking up in his no-nonsense voice.
He walked over to stand in front of Lance.  "Lance did make us
45 minutes late for our interview for Entertainment Weekly.
That's a lot bigger than those teenybopper magazines, and it's
important that we appear as serious and dedicated to our
profession as possible."

"I'm really sorry, you all," Lance told the group sadly.  He
forced himself to look at each member before hanging his head.

"I think someone's going to get a spanking!" Chris chirped.
Joey slapped him upside the head.

Lance felt blood fill his cheeks, knowing his face was turning
red.  He only prayed that Chris wouldn't be the one to punish
him.  During past spankings, Chris made sure the entire group
could hear him.  Not so much the slaps but the various phrases
he shouted, such as "Who's your daddy?  Who's your daddy?!" and
"Oh my, Justin, I didn't know your butt could turn so RED!" as
he gleefully and maniacally swatted the poor offender's
posterior.  Lance didn't think he could survive such
humiliation.

"Lance, would you come with me, please?" JC asked evenly.  Lance
didn't think his face could burn any hotter.  He felt like a
student being sent to the principal's office in front of the
entire class.  He followed the older band member as he left the
room.

Once they reached JC's room across the hall, JC unlocked the
door and then stood aside, forcing Lance to walk in first into
the darkened room.  Lance jumped when he heard the door swing
shut behind him.  JC flicked a switch and the room was flooded
with light.

Lance glanced back at JC, who pointed an arm towards the bed.
When he saw JC's stern expression, Lance swallowed heavily,
suddenly wishing he had Chris instead.  He slunk to the bed and
perched himself at the very edge, crossing his arms nervously in
front of him.  His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands.


JC paced in front of him.  "You know why you're going to be
disciplined, right?"  Lance nodded glumly.  "I know people make
mistakes, even you, Lance, and I know you'll try not to make
them again..."  Lance looked up at this and nodded his head more
energetically.

"...but I can't just let you off the hook.  You won't learn that
way."   Lance's shoulders dropped as his gaze found its way to
the ground again.  He felt the mattress shift as JC sat down
next to him.  JC placed his hand on Lance's knee and squeezed
the flesh as if trying to comfort him.  They sat in silence for
a few moments before JC spoke again.  "Okay, Lance.  Take off
your pants."

Lance froze for a second, his face burning.  His hands shook as
he fumbled with the zipper to his slacks.  He stood up, first
facing JC and then quickly away.  Finally deciding to turn
sideways, he hooked his thumbs into the top of his pants and
pushed them down to his ankles.  A moment of hesitation later
and his boxers followed the journey to the ground.  Even though
his shirt only reached his hips, Lance tugged at the bottom,
trying to cover as much as he could.

Eventually looking back at JC still seated on the bed, Lance
noticed that, even though his face was kept stern, the corners
of his lips kept jumping up.  A fresh wave of embarrassment
swept over Lance at the thought that JC was so close to laughing
at him.  "Can - Can we just get this over with?" Lance pleaded.

All traces of amusement vanished from JC's face as he nodded,
immediately becoming all business.  "Right here," he instructed
Lance, indicating his lap.  Lance's adam's apple bobbed as he
nervously draped himself over JC's legs.  JC turned slightly
towards the bed so that Lance's head and torso could rest on the
bed while his legs dangled off the other side of JC's lap.

Lance buried his face into the mattress, making a fort around
his head with his arms.  The air brushed the bare skin of his
legs and buttocks, causing a shiver to run through Lance's body.

JC placed a hand on the small of Lance's back.  "You're
trembling," he murmured.  His hand tenderly stroked his skin as
JC spoke to him softly.  "Relax, Lance.  Just relax.  It'll be
over soon."

Lance wanted to ask why he even had to go through with it in the
first place, but he kept his mouth shut.  Instead, he
concentrated on the hand petting his back.  It did produce a
soothing effect, but Lance was too tense, waiting for the first
strike to fall, to be calmed completely.  No matter how hard he
tried, he couldn't even help but clench and unclench his butt,
which just added to his embarrassment.

JC's hand paused at the small of his back, and then he asked,
"Ready?"

Lance squeezed his eyes shut as his fists clenched together.  He
then nodded his head.  "Yeah..."  One of JC's arms wrapped
itself around the Lance's back to hold him in place while the
other arm was lifted into the air.

SLAP!

As much as Lance prepared himself, his body still jerked as JC's
hand made forceful contact.

SLAP!

Lance grunted and bit his lip, burrowing his face deeper into
the bedding.  As gentle as JC appeared, he was still firm with
his spanking.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  JC's hand slapped against Lance's ass,
leaving his skin more and more sensitive with each stroke. WHAP!

"Aah!" An involuntary gasp escaped Lance as a particularly sharp
blow landed on his right cheek.  Another one quickly followed.
His eyes watering, Lance grunted through clenched teeth.  "Oh,
God..."

"Shhhh..." JC whispered softly.  He stopped his spanking and
began to gently rub Lance's reddened posterior. "Shh.  We're
almost done."  His hand ran in light circles, massaging the
muscle and skin.  Lance's backside burned, and even JC's gentle
touching felt harsh on his sensitive skin, but he welcomed the
relief from the spanking.  JC continued his soothing caresses,
causing Lance to sigh, his scrunched up face relaxing.  He knew
he could stay like this forever, with JC's hand rubbing his
backside.

A new blush washed across Lance's face as an involuntary
stirring ran through his groin.  He shifted in an attempt to
prevent anything more from happening.

JC took this as a sign to continue.  "Ready?"

Lance nodded reluctantly, dreading the next slap.  It came -
WHAP - and it hurt, but he choked back his cry.

"You know," JC began, inserting another spank.  Lance gritted
his teeth, but listened to JC speak.  "Justin would be cussing
up a storm by now."

Justin.  That's right.  JC had spanked Justin before.  Lance
felt his heart clench, and he swallowed thickly.  SMACK!  His
ass burned, his chest burned, now his eyes were burning.
Justin, the heartthrob.  Justin with his perfect body.

SMACK!  Justin, with his perfect body, his tight ass, laid out
before JC just as Lance was now.  SLAP!  Oh damn, that one hurt,
that one just *stung*, and he knew that JC would have preferred
looking at Justin.  SMACK!  He hurt, his ass really, really
hurt.  How could he ever compete with Justin and his firm,
perfect ass?  He wanted to throw a blanket, a pillow, his boxers
over his own bare butt right now and hope that during the whole
spanking, JC had never gotten a really good look at it.

SMACK!  SMACK!  Lance's cheeks were on fire now, burning with
pain.  Did Justin feel the same pain?  How red did his ass get?
 Lance pressed his face against the mattress.  SMACK!   Lance
couldn't stand the ache, and tears spilled from his eyes.

SLAP!  Would it ever end?  SMACK!  He wanted, needed this
torture to stop.  SLAP!  By now, the blows were blending
together.  His shoulders shook as he tried to choke back his
sobs.  The pooling tears were making his whole face wet.

"Lance?"  JC asked, stopping.  He gently shook him.  "Lance,
Lance, you're trembling again!  What is it, what's wrong?"  His
voice grew increasingly more concerned.

Lance shook his head miserably, pressing himself even further
into the bed.  He couldn't let JC see him.  He just couldn't.

"C'mon, Lance," JC pleaded softly.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean
to hurt you."

A choked sob finally escaped.  Lance couldn't control the
shaking of his body.  "I'm sorry," Lance said weakly.

"Oh, Lance..."  JC gently rolled him over unto his back.  He
quickly snaked an arm around his middle and pulled him up so
that Lance was sitting on his lap.  JC pulled him in close and
wrapped his arms around him.  Lance merely buried his head into
the crook of JC's neck and continued to cry.

Trying to soothe him, JC ran a hand along Lance's back.  A
gentle rocking motion started as JC placed his hand on the back
of Lance's neck.  After rubbing the soft skin there, he pushed
his hand up through Lance's hair, running his fingers through
the silky strands.  He began combing his hair with his fingers
in a calming rhythm.  "It's okay, Lance.  It's over.  It's okay.
I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," Lance mumbled, sniffling.  "It's just..."

"What?" JC prodded gently.

"Nothing.  It's just me."

JC sighed and continued to run his fingers through Lance's hair.
After a moment, Lance pulled back and wiped his nose and eyes
with his hand.  "Ugh.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you all
wet."

JC shook his head.  "No, don't apologize.  I just don't like
seeing you cry."

"I'm sorry, I should have just held it in and gotten over it."

JC gave him a squeeze.  "Oh no, Lance, don't ever hide it.  It
just makes me sad to see someone so beautiful crying."

Lance blinked, his eyebrows furrowing together.  "What?"  He
then let out a dry, half chuckle. "Right."

JC frowned.  "What?  It's true."  Lance just shook his head.
"You don't believe me?"  Lance shook his head again, a new tear
tracking down his cheek.  He quickly raised a hand to brush the
tear away, but JC grabbed his hand.  "God, Lance, you don't know
how beautiful you are."  With his other hand, he tenderly wiped
the tear away.

"JC, don't even say that," Lance pleaded weakly, standing up.

"Why not?"

"Right now, I just need too much for that to be true."

JC took Lance by both of his hands so that he would face him.
"Lance, listen to me."  He pulled Lance down so that they were
eye-level with each other.  "You're beautiful."

Lance started to pull himself away, but JC grabbed the sides of
his face.  Pulling his close, he pressed his lips against
Lance's, flicking his tongue out to wet Lance's lips.   Lance
froze in shock.  JC drew away to look at Lance in the eyes.  "Do
you believe me yet?"

Lance unconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip.
"JC..."

JC smiled softly at him.  "I think we should have a little
talk," he said, patting the mattress beside him.

Lance blinked at him a few times before his face blushed
brightly.  "Well, first I'm going to need to put on my pants.
And I don't think I want to sit just yet."  He flashed a silly
grin.

A worried look crossed JC's face.  "I have some lotion that
should help, if you want me to..."

Lance blushed again.  He remembered the feel of JC's hand on his
backside, and nodded.


The End