On the Road Again

                                 by Pepper
                          (peppe1951@yahoo.com)

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I want to thank my beta for all of her help in writing this story.

This is a sequel to the AU A-Team story Mountain Hideaway.

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The story begins with the team packing to leave their mountain hideaway.
"Oh, Hannibal, do we have to leave. These last few weeks have been
heavenly," whined Face. "Once we took care of the fact that I didn't have
to hide my identity so closely I've had a chance to really kick back and
relax."

"Sorry kid, the hoop and holler on us has died down to nearly nothing and
we need to get back out and make some money. Don't worry whenever things
get too hot for us we can always come back here for some Rest and
Relaxation. This place will be here for us for as long as we need it, and
our neighbors will watch out for it. Now hurry up and pack, BA is ready and
you don't want to keep him waiting."

With that threat-working Face made short work of packing and even loading
the van. The Jeep already returned and the van nearly loaded it was time
for their neighbors to make an appearance.

First to come was Mary and the kids from school. They all made their
goodbyes and Mary kissed him on the cheek as she handed him a large bag of
sandwiches. "They are for all of you as well as a loaf of home baked bread
and a cake."

It was after Mary and the kids left that Granny and her family came. They
came loaded for bear, too. Granny handed Hannibal several things and
whispered loudly, "They are to be used on your son whenever he misbehaves.
Here is a large bottle of castor oil and cod-liver oil whenever he talks
back or cusses and this is to be used on his bottom whenever he chooses to
disobey an direct order or led you all into trouble. Now you lay it on
heavy 'cause I want my boy to be good as much as possible."

"Granny, Nooooooooo. Don't give him any ideas," cried Face as he heard it
all. "Hannibal, you aren't really going to use them on me, are you," asked
Face?

"You know Face, since they worked so good on you here, I just might from
now on. I'm going to have to think on it," replied Hannibal with a grin.

"Hannibal, I'm an adult. I'm not some damn kid that was your doing making
my alias a teenager. I'm not going to be treated like a damn kid, I...." It
was about now that Face noticed Granny reaching for one of the bottles and
opening it. "Boy, I said this is for cussing and you are going to get some
now. Knowing that you have a long journey ahead of you I want be dosing you
with the castor oil, this time you will be experiencing the cod-liver oil.
Now open wide," she said as she approached.

Face took one look at the determination on her face and took off, or would
have if it weren't for BA grabbing him as he came by. Before he could
prevent it Granny was prying his mouth open and pourd some of the liquid
straight from the bottle into his mouth. She immediately tickled him to
make him swallow.

As soon as he swallowed he was released. He sputtered and tried to get that
awful taste from his mouth as Hannibal and Murdock just stood and laughed.
Face glared at them and cried, "WHAT'S SO DAMN FUNNY!!! Then he realized
that he had cussed again and looked in horror as Granny approached him once
again. "NOOOO, I'm sorry. No more, anything else but no more of that
da...rn stuff," he pleaded.

Granny nodded and handed the paddle to BA, Please give him 4 licks for the
bad language he has just used." BA grinned and reached for his little
brother who dodged his first attempt to grab him. He wasn't so successful
the second time and found himself over the hood of the van.

"Now BA, I want you to hit him in only these two spots," Granny said as she
pointing to the sit spots of each buttock.

"Yes, ma'am, as he lifted the paddle and brought it down of the exact spot
pointed pout to him. SMACK...Owwwwhhhhh...SMACK...Oww.
SMACK...Owwwhhhll...and...SMACK...Owwwwwhhhhllll.

With the four licks given Face was released. The first thing he did was to
try and rub the sting away. "Granny, I thought you loved me...why did you
let BA paddle me like that," whined Face?

"It is because I love you that I allowed BA to act in my place. You are too
good a boy to continue on the path you're leading and I think that there
are going to be changes made to your life style from now on, right
Hannibal?"

Face turned a face of horror towards Hannibal as his "Dad" nodded at
Granny's comment. "Noooooooooo. You can't do this. I'm not a kid to be
paddled whenever you like," cried Face.

"Face, the only time you WILL be paddled is when you disobey me to such the
extent that you put yourself or one of your team mates in danger. This
includes following your hormones and not watching out for traps, am I
making myself clear.... KID?"

Face nodded numbly still rubbing his backside. "One other thing kid, if you
lead us into a trap by chasing a skirt or into danger or any kind by not
following my directions, etc...you can expect that paddling on your bare
backside."

"Hannibal," hissed Face, as he turned red from embarrassment. Hannibal just
laughed at him and turned back to Granny and kissed her on the cheek,
"Thank you for all you have done. I hate to say it but we must go now."

Face went to Granny and also kissed her on the cheek while she hugged him
and said, "Now you behave, boy. I don't want to have to paddle you when you
return the next time," and pinched him lightly on his sore bottom.
"Ouch...no ma'am I'll behave."

Murdock and BA made their goodbyes and then off they went. Face started
squirming from the beginning, unable to find a comfortable spot to sit.
Murdock watched him for a few minutes before leaning forward to whisper in
Hannibal's ear. Hannibal listened for a few moments and then nodded.

Murdock then got up carefully and rummaged in the back of the van for a
minute before returning with a folded blanket, which he handed to Face.

Face looked confused for a moment until Murdock mimicked where it was
supposed to go. Face smiled his thanks and placed the blanket in his seat
and then reseating himself. It helped a bit. They drove on until they came
to a shopping center where BA was instructed to stop. Murdock jumped from
the van and returned about 30 minutes later with the fluffiest and softest
pillow he could find. He handed it to Face who put it to good use and
finally found comfort.

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They decided to take a more leisurely way home to California seeing if they
could help any one on their way. Their chance came sooner than expected.
They were making good time when they decided to stop for lunch and BA
pulled in to a little family owned restaurant/general store just off the
road, in the state of Arkansas, up in the Ozarks.

While BA and Hannibal were fueling up and acquiring supplies, Face and
Murdock had wandered into the restaurant and after ordering Murdock went
into the restroom while Face made quiet conversation with Sue Ellen, the
owner's daughter. A group of 5 men entered. They were led by an older
individual who to be the father. The others were his sons, aged 18 - 30
years of age.

The 24 year old went up to Sue Ellen and tried to talk with her but she
only had eyes for Face. He spoke to his Father who came up with the rest of
his sons and said, "Sue Ellen, you know that you are to be my boy Jed's
wife. The sooner you get that through your head the better. Now stop making
eyes at this one and get your mind back on Jed."

To Face he said, "Get away from her or face my wrath." Face looked at the
old man and said, "Only if Sue Ellen wants me to," and then turning to her
asked, "Do you want me to leave you alone?" Sue Ellen shook her head and
said, "I don't want Jed, never did, only they won't take NO for an answer
and are making trouble with my folks. They think that if they harass my
family and me enough I will marry his son. I won't!!"

"I think you should leave her be, mister. It is obvious to me and anyone
with a brain that she wants nothing to do with your son or you."

The man looked around incredulous at the smaller man doing the speaking. He
motioned to a son who grabbed Face from behind and manhandled him over a
nearby table. "Boy, what you need is a taste of my belt to your backside to
learn you to speak better to your elders and not to put your nose where it
is not wanted." When Face had been positioned just right, Jethro Potter
pulled his belt off and doubled it and stood to one side of Face and was
about to strike him with his belt, when Murdock happened out of the
restroom. Sue Ellen screams brought Hannibal and BA in from outside and
they were able to stop the licking before it had a chance to start. "What's
going on here," demanded Hannibal as Jethro motioned for Face to be
released.

"Your boy put his nose where it wasn't wanted and was about to get his
backside heated for it," exclaimed the old man. "He's flirting with my
son's betrothed and if I catch him doing it again I won't be stopped from
giving him a hiding he won't ever forget." With that statement delivered
they left.

Hannibal turned to Face and exclaimed, "I can't leave you for a minute
before you get back in trouble, can I kid?"

"Hannibal it isn't my fault. I only came to her defense, they were
harassing her and she isn't his son's betrothed. She doesn't even like
him."

Hannibal turned to the young woman and asked it they could be of any
service to her or her family and she took him up on it. They closed the
restaurant for the time being and went over to the general store where
introductions were made and they like the folks in the North Carolina
mountains had not only heard of the A-Team but wouldn't even think of
turning them in. They made them feel welcomed and started to tell their
story.

"Mr. Smith," began Tom Nixon, Sue Ellen's father, this all started a few
months ago when I acquired some land back in the mountains. It seems that
the Potters also wanted the land but only for moonshining. It offered a
good place to hide their still from the government agents that have sought
to close them down. My parcel of land was just what he had been looking for
and they came up to demand I sell it to them at a reduced price. I refused
his offer telling him that the land was to go to Sue Ellen whenever she was
ready to settled down she would have a pretty spot for a cabin for her and
her husband. That was a big mistake on my part because ever since he as
been trying to marry his son, Jed off to Sue Ellen. They are about the same
age. He figures that if they are married he will get the land he wants
through his son and won't have to pay for it. He has scared off every boy
who has looked in Sue Ellen's direction putting two of them in the hospital
when the scare tactics didn't work. I just don't know what to do to stop
them other than sell them the land. The Potters are the meanest in these
parts and always get their way about everything. I feel that they may soon
just kidnap Sue Ellen and get her married off before anything can be done
to prevent it."

"Mr. Smith, can you help us," asked Sue Ellen?

Hannibal smiled and said, "We will do our very best, miss," and turning
back to his team said, "First we need to get a good look at their layout."
As he was about to make an assignment Face spoke up. "Hannibal, I'll go...I
owe them for what they almost did back there."

"No kid, I think Murdock would be best to do the job. They know you and are
just looking for the means to continue what they wanted to do back there.
You stay here."

"But Hannibal," Face was about to argue that Hannibal was wrong when
Hannibal barked out, "Lieutenant, I know you don't want me to put Granny's
paddle to use here and now, do you?"

Face looked at him in horror and turned a bright red with embarrassment and
left the room, at his commander's mention of using a paddle on him in mixed
company. A moment later Sue Ellen went after him. Hannibal turned back to
Murdock, "I want you to go and change your clothes and disguise and scout
the area." He turned to the Nixons and asked, "Can one of you give us
directions on how to get there?"

After Face had left the store in embarrassment he wandered down the street
a ways. Sue Ellen easily caught up with him and they talked. "Don't be
embarrassed about what happened in there, Face; my Dad treats me similar as
well. He just cares."

"Hannibal isn't really my Dad," explained Face. Sue Ellen saw through that
ruse immediately and said, "yeah, maybe not, but he treats you like a son,
doesn't he," and when Face reluctantly nodded, she continued," He's your
Dad...don't fight it, accept it and Dad's treat their children like they
are 5 years old and must be protected at all costs."

Sue Ellen was able to get Face to see what he had been avoiding for the
last few years in a very short time and soon had him in good spirits once
again. As they were walking they came upon a truck being loaded from
another store down the road. Sue Ellen recognized it right away and pulled
Face out of the way so he wouldn't be seen. "What's wrong Sue Ellen," asked
Face?

"Do you see that truck?"

Face looked and saw the old blue two door truck and nodded, "Yes, what
about it?"

"It belongs to the Potters. We need to get back to your team," and started
to turn around when she noticed that Face had started walking toward it and
not back the other way. "Face, what do you think you are doing?"

"I'm going to get in the back under the tarp and see where it takes me, and
then get out and scout the area...I'll show Hannibal I can handle it."

"Face! Don't! If they catch you they will give you such a whipping that you
won't ever forget." Face had not slowed down and hadn't heard what she had
said. Seeing that she could do nothing to stop him turned and ran back to
her family's general store to tell Hannibal.

Hannibal was still in the midst of issuing his orders when Sue Ellen came
running in. They looked up as she gasped out, "Hannibal...it's Face...he's
stowing in the back of the Potters' truck to have them take him back home.
They are sure to catch him and whip him severely. You've got to go after
him."

Hannibal expression changed from concern to anger and they all sprang into
action. "Tom, I'm going to need those directions so we can be ready if they
catch him." Tom nodded and before he could speak, Sue Ellen said, "I'll
show you...please hurry." Hannibal nodded and this time they left with Sue
Ellen following close behind. On the way over, Sue Ellen told them what had
happened and Hannibal's concern was in evidence. "When I get my hands on
that boy, I am going to paddle him until sitting comfortably is a thing of
the past...how much further Sue Ellen?"

"Only around the next bend." BA arrived with a spattering of rocks. Sue
Ellen pointed up the hill and said, "Their place is up there," pointing up
in the mountains, "maybe a mile or so...no one knows for sure." Hannibal
nodded and said, "Sue Ellen you stay here in the van. BA pulled the van
into that stand of trees out of sight and then we go and rescue Face and
once we get him back........." He left that part unsaid knowing that they
all knew what would happen then. Poor Face's tail would be toast.

As Hannibal and the rest of the team were moving out their quarry was
easing out from under the tarp. The truck was slowing down and Face wasn't
about to be caught under that tarp and managed to roll out just minutes
before the truck came to a stop. Face was just able to scurry under a brush
before one of the brothers step out of the truck. He stayed there for most
of the time it was taking them to unload, and then all hell broke out.

It took about 15 minutes for the family's dogs to sniff out an intruder and
bark. Face was dragged from the brush and pushed to the ground in front of
old man Potter. "What do we have here?" He cackled as he motion for them to
pull Face from the ground. Face tried to fight them off but they easily
overpowered him and dragged him to the center of the yard to a contraption
that looked remarkably like an old fashioned standing stocks. Face was
manhandled into it and soon found himself standing and vulnerable to those
around him. He had his head and arms imprisoned in the stocks with his
backside and back open for attack. Old man Potter then took real pleasure
in lowering not only his jeans but his boxers, too. Face immediately felt
the coolness in the air and began to shiver.

"Don't worry, boy, I'll be warming you up momentarily," and patted his
bottom as he left.

Satisfied that he would be unable to move and free himself they left him
there while they unloaded the truck. They then took their time in unloading
secure in the knowledge that the boy in the stocks would still be waiting
for his "hiding".

Jethro Potter went into the house while his sons unloaded the truck, after
a moment he came out carrying a leather strap, the razor strap he always
used on his sons for disobedience, he would now use it on the boy in the
stocks. Face tensed as he saw Jethro approach him with that strap and as he
took his position behind him and to one side. He felt his legs being pulled
apart and tied in place so he wouldn't be able to close them to keep his
inner thighs from being acquainted with that strap.

"Now boy, prepare yourself, this is going to sting a bit," and with that he
raised the strap and brought it down in a powerful stroke. It hit Face in
the center of his buttocks leaving behind a stripe of pain that Face
couldn't prevent himself from screaming out in pain, "Ooowwwhhhlll." Before
Face could get his breath back the strap hit him again, this time catching
him where buttock and thigh met and the fire visited him there as well.
Soon Face was screaming with each blow and his backside was on fire. Potter
paused and Face thought it was over and gave a sigh.

Hannibal and the team were nearly to the top of the hill when they heard
the first scream. They immediately recognized it as Face's and hurried
their efforts on getting to the top. They cringed as the surveyed the sight
of Face's getting the strapping. They had come up from behind and had a
clear view of Face's backside. It was skinned in places. They knew that
they had to stop it before it got worse.

Hannibal began to give terse instructions to his men when Potter paused in
the strapping. They cringed when they heard him say, "Boy, now that I've
warmed you up I'm about to give you the strapping I promised you earlier,"
and before Face could plead for mercy he brought that strap down as hard as
he could over already sore and abused flesh to leave a stripe crossing all
the others. Face scream of pain speeded up Hannibal's plan as he pulled a
grenade and threw it to the left of the group gathered around the stocks.
He then followed that grenade with a smoke bomb and when all hell burst
forth they all made their move. Soon Hannibal was at Face's side and cut
his bonds and freed him from the stocks. He yanked up his boxers and jeans
just as BA came up to throw Face over his shoulder and run. Both Hannibal
and Murdock covered his back as they made their way down the mountain to
the van.

Face was struggling and moaning as they placed him on a pallet that Sue
Ellen had thoughtfully made up for him at the back on the van. "Uhhhhh," he
moaned as the pain came back and he tried to get up. He was pushed down on
his stomach on the pallet where he had been placed. "It's okay, Face,"
Murdock cried. As soon as he recognized the voice Face subsided and groaned
knowing he was now safe with his family.

BA screeched to a halt in front of an old fashioned two-story house. Sue
Ellen jumped from the van and ran to open the front door. BA was right
behind her carrying Face. Sue Ellen held the door for them and then led
them upstairs to a room across from the bathroom. She hurried to pull down
the covers and as BA was laying Face down on his stomach she hurried from
the room to the nearest phone. She moved past Hannibal and Murdock as they
rushed to the bed.

While Sue Ellen was on the phone Hannibal began to strip Face of all his
clothes. Murdock was sent for a wet washcloth and towels when Hannibal
tried to get the boxers off. The bleeding from his strapping had caused his
boxers to stick to the cloth.

Downstairs Sue Ellen was talking on the phone, "Mama Elizabeth, this is Sue
Ellen. I need you...its Jethro Potter again...he's used his strap on a new
friend of mine...yes, he's at our house...when can you come? Great...I'll
see you out front...Thanks so much."

It took Hannibal a few minutes to get the boxers off and he began to wash
the blood from his bottom. As gentle as he was it still caused Face pain
and Murdock and BA had to hold him down. Halfway through his
administrations Sue Ellen entered the room and right behind her was a large
older woman carrying a basket of what Hannibal supposed was herbs and other
types of medicines.

"Hannibal, this is Elizabeth Thompson, our healer. She likes to be called
Mama and is real good at taking care of all of our aches and pains. Since
we don't have a doctor nearby she takes real good care of us. I called her
to take care of Face."

Hannibal left Face just long enough to introduce himself and his friends.
He then said, "Please help my boy, he's in a lot of pain and discomfort, he
then got out of her way as she moved towards Face. Face was conscious and
made the effort to try and cover his nudity but Mama stayed his hand and
said, "Young'un, you lie back down and let mama take care of you," and
pushed him back down.

As she placed her hand gently on Face's abused bottom, Face whined,
"Hanniballlll." He felt the heat of embarrassment flooded his face.

Hannibal smiled and said, "Kid, if I were you I would let Mama take care of
you. I would do exactly as she says no matter what." Hannibal was feeling
much better now since Face was starting to whine. This was a good sign.

Mama Elizabeth gently used the washcloth that Hannibal put down to continue
to clean Face's bottom and thighs. BA and Murdock still had to hold Face
during this examination and as soon as she was finished she hurried to her
basket and after rummaging pulled out a bottle of dried herbs and handed it
to Sue Ellen.

"Sue Ellen, I want you to boil a tablespoon of this herbal combination for
5 minutes and then strain. Then put in a cup and sweeten with honey, and
bring it back as soon as possible."

As soon as Sue Ellen left Mama turned to Hannibal and said, "Your son is
going to be just fine. While his bottom and inner thighs are sore this is
nothing close to a Jethro Potter strapping. You must have interrupted him
while he was strapping your son." (She thought that Face was Hannibal's son
due to the above-mentioned statement and all the concern Hannibal was
showing towards him.) She stopped talking as Hannibal nodded and then
continued, "Normally the backside is covered in bleeding welts when he is
finished. Your son was lucky. I'll treat him and check back for the next
few days."

Sue Ellen hurried in carrying a cup of tea, which she handed to Mama. Mama
approached Face and said, "Son, I want you to drink every drop. It will
ease your pain and allow you to sleep." Face looked up in the most kindly
and motherly face and followed her instructions and drank every drop. The
tea was delicious due mainly to the honey. Turning to Hannibal Mama said,
"The tea he just drank is a combination of two herbs, Valerian and White
Willow, that I have used many times with good results as a pain killer and
a sedative. He'll be fine." v Mama helped him to lie back down and then
returned to her basket for a jar of salve and once again approached Face.
She motioned for Hannibal, Murdock and BA to continue to hold him down. She
turned to Face and said, "I'm sorry boy, this is going to hurt, but it has
to be done to promote healing," and began to apply the salve in firm stokes
to his backside and thighs.

Face began to struggle as Mama's application forced the salve in every cut
and scrape caused by the strapping and it stung greatly. Face struggling
began to lessen until he was out completely. Mama smiled and said, "The tea
is beginning to work. He will be out for the next 3 or 4 hours. You can let
go of him now. Why don't you all wait outside while I take care of your son
and friend?" It took a while but she eventually was able to convince them
to leave. They followed Sue Ellen into the kitchen where she made them
lunch. They were eating as Mama came in. Mama went up the Hannibal and
looking him straight in the face said, "Now tell me how he came to be in
that condition?"

Hannibal got up and offered her a cup of coffee and a sandwich and then
began to tell her how they came to be there and how Face ended up with the
strapping. "None of this would have happened if he had obeyed me in the
first place and as soon as he is over this strapping I'm going to paddle
him until sitting comfortably is a thing of the past for putting me through
all of this. This act of disobedience has aged me and I don't have it to
spare," Hannibal stated grimly with a grin.

Mama responded in kind, "I'll give your son a strong taste of motherly love
until you are ready to punish him." Hannibal didn't correct her belief
concerning himself and Face because he believed it too. Hannibal just
grinned at her and said, "He's yours to deal with in whatever method you
like and the guys and I will support you however we can, won't we guys?" He
immediately got cries of "Yes", from both BA and Murdock.

"Mama," asked Murdock, "Do you use cod-liver oil and castor oil in any of
your treatments?"

Mama nodded and asked, "Why?"

"Because Face has had experience with both liquids and hates them both. I
just thought you would like to know that. He was introduced to them in the
last place we were. Granny used the cod-liver oil instead of soap whenever
he cussed out loud," Hannibal informed Mama with a smile.

"I'll keep that in mind when I next treat him. I do have a large bottle of
both and unfortunately for him I have them with me now, but he will be
sleeping for the next few hours so I'll just pop back home and get a few
items for sleeping over until your son is up and about. One other thing, do
I have your permission to spank him if he gets out of hand?"

"Oh, yes and if he tries anything with you tell him that I gave you
permission to spank him, since he is only 17 years old, whenever he needs
it," Hannibal said with a grin.

The first person Face saw when he awoke was the concerned face of Hannibal.
"Face!! How do you feel now, kid?"

Face rolled over on his back carefully and smiled, "Well so far it doesn't
hurt. What did you use on me to take the sting away?"

Hannibal nodded towards Mama and said, "It was Mama Elizabeth salve that
did it. Face, she is going to take care of you until you are completely
healed, so you should be thanking her."

Face looked in her direction and sincerely said, "Mama?" and at Mama's nod
he continued, "Thank you Mama for all of your help."

"Young'un, think nothing of it. You and I will be seeing a lot of each
other in the next few days. I'll be taking care of treating you sore
bottom. Now roll back over on your stomach and pull your pajama bottoms
down." She moved towards him, expecting to be obeyed at once.

Face looked back at Hannibal catching him about to break into laughter and
said, "Hanniballllll and Nooooooooo," as Mama started to pull his pajama
bottoms down since he hadn't moved quickly enough on his own.

"Hannibal, she is going to see my bare bottom," Face said as he fought to
keep his pajama pants began to be lowered. "Young'un, if that is all that
is bothering you...I've already seen your bare bottom. Who do you think put
those pajama bottoms on you?"

Face turned red as the implication hit him and he cringed as Mama succeeded
upon lowering his pajama pants. He was quickly pushed back on his stomach
and hid his face under the pillows. They last time he had been this
embarrassed was when Granny had treated his wounds in his naked state. He
could feel Mama's gentle hands as she reapplied the salve to his sore and
abused backside and inner thighs. He let loose a sigh of relief as he felt
the pajama pants being raised to cover his backside once again.

Mama turned to Hannibal and said, "Hannibal, your son is doing fine and I
feel that another two days of my applying this salve to his backside and
thighs should just about do it."

Face heard that and said, "Dad? Could I talk to you? Privately if you don't
mind Mama?"

Mama nodded and left the room. As soon as she had left the room Face turned
his accusing eyes on his "father" and said, "Dad?? Just what did you tell
her about me this time, Hannibal?"

"I told her that you were my 17 year old son," admitted Hannibal.

"17 year old son, Hannibal how could you? I don't mind the son part...but
why did you make me 17 years old again?" Asked a curious Face.

"Well, when she asked if she had my permission to spank you if you wouldn't
do as she said in regards to the healing process. I thought she would
believe a 17 year old getting spanked better than your real age," Hannibal
said innocently.

"You gave her permission to WHAT!" Yelled Face. "Why did you do that?"

"Face when we brought you back from Potter's place after the strapping he
gave you were in such pain that I told Mama to please help my boy and if it
takes a spanking to make you do as she says I'm willing to do it. After all
I feel that you really are my son and I'm your father. Surely you've
noticed that BA and Murdock treat you like their little brother. We all
love you kid, and if BA and Murdock can treat you as a brother then that
must make me the father figure in the group."

"Well, as long as we are being honest about our emotions I have to fess up
to the same feeling towards you. I've always looked to you as my father,"
Face admitted.

"How long have you felt this?" Asked Hannibal. "Ever since I was placed in
your unit. That day you not only became my commander but also a father
figure," confessed Face.

"Commander is just another word for father, Face. At least in my book and
with regards to you."

"But Hannibal, can't I at least grow up a bit more in my alias. I just got
rid of being 17 with Granny. I was so looking forward to being older this
time," whined Face.

"Sorry kid," said Hannibal before dropping the next bomb on Face, "one more
thing, I'm planning on giving you a paddling for your disobeying me by
stowing away in the Potter truck."

"Nooooo, Hannibal you can't. I'm still hurt from the strapping I got,"
cried Face.

"Face, what do you take me for? I'm going to wait until you have completely
recovered from the strapping," said an indignant Hannibal.

"But you didn't say I couldn't stowaway, Hannibal," Face stopped himself
from following it with a "so there."

"Kid, I think my exact words were, they know you and are just looking for
the means to continue what they wanted to do back there. You stay here."

Face was about to protest again when Hannibal continued, "Kid, you have
been disobeying my orders for some time now and I hope the paddling will
help you remember why you should obey me. Now the discussion is over with
and unless you want me to have BA do the paddling I would just take what is
coming to me with good grace. Now that isn't going to come about for some
time, so just lay back and get well," and with a mini hug he left Face to
go back to sleep.

Face turned over on his side and tried to go back to sleep but couldn't
knowing what was waiting for him before the week was over and tried to come
up with plans for postponing it as long as possible. After a little thought
he came up with a possible plan, he would fake nightmares where he would
confuse the strapping he had gotten with the paddling he was promised. If
he played his part well enough he knew he could convince Hannibal from
giving him the paddling. With that taken care of, Face went to sleep secure
that his bottom would be safe from Hannibal's paddle.

Face woke just minutes before Hannibal came in to check on him and decided
to try his "nightmare" out on Hannibal. "Noooooooooo...don't hit me again,
Hannibal...Noooooooo," he shouted at the top of his lungs. That got
Hannibal's attention right away and rushed to wake up his "son" only to be
greeted with, "Not the strap...please don't hit me...it hurts...it hurts."
Face began to squirm as he screamed "in terror." He hoped the show was
convincing and then when he felt hands upon him he opened his eyes and
began to cry. "Oh, Dad it was awful...the strap and paddle hurts so," and
began to sob on his shoulder.

Hannibal turned to Murdock, BA and Mama Elizabeth who also came running
when they heard Face's screaming. "He must have gotten mixed up about my
promise of a paddling with the strapping he received. I can't punish him,
too."

Unbeknown to Face but Mama Elizabeth was situated so that she was watching
Face's face and saw a small smile appear when Hannibal mentioned that he
couldn't punish Face and knew it was all a sham and acted upon that
knowledge.

"Gentlemen," speaking to Hannibal, BA and Murdock, "I need to take care of
my patient now, if you don't mind leaving so I can give him what he exactly
deserves. He will be okay, trust me," and ushered the men from the room. As
soon as the last one left and she heard them go downstairs she discreetly
locked the door and turned back towards Face.

"Young'un, that was some performance you did but now you are going to play
another role all together." Face looked at her and started to deny her
charges when she produced a spatula and advanced upon him. "The role you
are about to play is that of scoundrel for putting your Dad through that
act and your healed bottom and thighs are going to feel my wrath."

Before he could protest he felt himself rolled over on his stomach and his
pajama bottoms pulled off. The lower part of his backside blossomed into
fire as the first lick fell and he yelled in pain, "Oooowwwlllhhhh," before
he could get his breath back from the first yell another blow fell on the
exact spot on the other buttock and soon they were falling so quickly and
his bottom and upper thighs began to turn from pink to bright red.

Downstairs when the first yell sounded Hannibal turned to the others and
said, "Now what?" Then with the rest of the team he ran back upstairs only
to find the door locked. Before BA could kick the door in, they could hear
Mama talking, " I'll teach you to fool your Dad again."
SMACK...SMACK...OWWWW...SMACK. "How dare you try and scare your Dad by
falsifying that nightmare, and all to get out of a promised and well
deserve paddling. Now you are receiving mine and soon will get his as
well." SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...OWWW... NOOOOOO...SMACK...I'M SORRY.
Hannibal couldn't stand it any longer and motioned for BA to break the door
down and when they rushed in the first sight they all saw was that of Face
getting his bottom paddled by Mama Elizabeth.

Mama looked up at the men and said, "This young'un has something to tell
you," and giving Face one last smack said, "Tell him the truth unless you
want another paddling."

Face sniffled and turned his tearful face towards the group and muttered,
"It was a scam...the nightmare was false. I was trying to get out of the
promised paddling." Mama leveled another hard smack to his smoking backside
with the command, "Tell them again. This time a little clearer and louder."

"I'mm s..sorryyy, guys...it was a SCAM. I didn'tt w..want to get a
pad..dling," he sobbed out loud. Mama satisfied with his second performance
got up and moved away. She crossed her arms with spatula in hand and
explained, "While you were comforting him earlier and decided not to give
him that promised paddling because you were sure that the nightmare came
from his experience with Potter's strapping and confusing the promised one
with it, he made a small error. He smiled and I knew the nightmare we are
witness was false and decided to give him exactly what he deserved."

Hannibal went to Face and sat next to him on the bed. He put one hand on
his bottom and felt the heat radiating from it and winced in spite of
himself. Mama had done an admirable job on his "son's" bottom and where she
hit him didn't come near where the strapping of Potter had been delivered.
He would feel this for some time and was tempted to let it do for the
promised paddling but then remembered the falsehood Face had just tried and
decided to go along with the promised paddling in a few days.

"Mama, when will he be healed from the Potter strapping and your paddling?"
Mama thought and said, "Today is Wednesday, he should be ready for what you
have planned by the weekend." Face groaned when he heard that and continued
to cry into his pillow.

"Face, I'm ashamed of what you tried to pull here today. I want you to
think about it as you recover from this paddling and we will talk again
later," and Hannibal joined Murdock and BA at the door and left the room.

That statement hurt Face just about as much as Mama's paddling and he
turned and sobbed into the pillow. It was only a moment later that he felt
the strong arms of his "dad" around him and he buried his head into
Hannibal's chest. "I'm sorry, Hannibal, I'm sorry. Please don't be
disappointed in me," he sobbed. "That's all right, kid, I know you didn't
think it through when you did it. Let's just put it past us and start
again," and just held him as Face cried out his despair in his Dad's arms
until he had cried himself to sleep. With a final pat on the back, Hannibal
put Face back down on his stomach and leaned down and kissed him on the
forehead and left him in the caring hands of Mama.

As soon as Hannibal left Mama went over and tenderly pulled up the sheet
and light blanket and sat down to watch over her newest young'un.

As Hannibal was coming down the stairs he happened to over hear BA saying,
"I'm going to be giving little brother a spanking for pulling that scare
tactic on us with that fake nightmare. He'll be sorry soon for pulling that
stunt when I'm finished relighting that fire in his backside."

"He's already sorry for doing it BA, please don't spank him again. Mama did
an admirable job of punishing him for that stunt and after our little talk
he won't ever pull something like that again...at least not with his
family. He's been punished...let's just drop it, okay?"

BA and Murdock just nodded and let the subject drop. There was some
uncomfortable silence until Murdock changed the subject back to their new
case. "Colonel, what are we going to do about the Potters?"

"Murdock the first thing I want you and BA to go to Tom Nixon's place in
the mountains and look carefully around and see if you two can find signs
of where their stills are. Now be careful and BA this isn't the time to
seek revenge on what they did to Face, there will be time enough for that
later. After I have that information we will see how we can close down
Potters operation once and for good."

Sue Ellen offered them the keys to her daddy's truck, which blended in
better than BA's van. Hannibal with cigar in mouth settled back to work out
one of his famous plans.

BA and Murdock had no trouble in finding the locations of two of the
Potters stills. They had experience in locating enemy outposts in 'Nam this
was a piece of cake. They noticed that one was obvious the main one due to
its immense size and the other was only an offshoot. As they watched a bit
longer it became apparent that the smaller one was where the money and
'shine exchanged hands. The customers would meet at the smaller operation
leaving the larger and easier guarded one in relative safety. Murdock
carefully drew a map leading to both locations while BA watched for
landmarks so he wouldn't have any trouble locating them in the dark if need
be. When they were satisfied that they had all of the information available
they left.

By the time they returned they found Hannibal discussing the case with Tom
Nixon, Sue Ellen's Daddy. "...and you say the Feds never could find their
main still to close it down?" When BA saw Mr. Nixon nod he announced,
"Well, we found the still. We found both of them."

"They have two, BA," Hannibal asked in surprise? "Yes, one, the smaller
one, is about a mile up the mountain and the main one is further up hidden
in the rock face. Murdock drew a map of the whole operation. We watched for
some time and discovered that they use the smaller site as a distribution
center while keeping the larger one safely hidden. It is more guarded than
the smaller one but with the agents of the Federal government they should
be able to take it down now that we can give them the directions on how to
get there."

Hannibal's grin grew and he said to Mr. Nixon, "Can you get the information
to the Feds?" Mr. Nixon smiled and said, "That will be no problem. This
still of the Potters has been a thorn in their side. they have tried many
times to locate it but booby traps have given their position away and given
the Potters time to get away. They really want to shut them down for good."

"Booby traps, uh. Hey guys, did you run into any booby traps while scouting
the area?"

"Oh, yeah...but they were no trouble for us to locate and go around. The
Feds may be good but 'Nam is a better teacher in locating booby traps,"
Murdock said with a sad smile. "I did mark them on the map so we wouldn't
have to look for them later."

"Mr. Nixon, I propose to attack the smaller camp while the Feds attack the
larger one. Our attack will come first and should draw the attention of the
Potters making it easier for the Feds to move in on the larger still and
destroy it. Then all they will have to do is to wait for the Potters to
return and pick them up. Give me a day to work out all of the details and
then we can move on them. Oh, one more thing Mr. Nixon, not a word about
the attack on the second camp, don't even tell them that there is a second,
smaller camp or that we will be attacking it. I know that their first
concern in with the Potters but we don't want any Federal agency looking in
our direction."

Mr. Nixon nodded his understanding and left knowing that the Potters rule
over the community was about to come to an end.

As soon as Nixon had left Face came down the stairs. He was dressed in his
sweatpants and t-shirt and said hesitantly, "Can I join you, please?"

Hannibal turned to BA and Murdock and raised his eyes as to ask then their
opinion. Their answer was to nod. "Lieutenant, please join us but be warned
the seat is hard. Will you be able to sit comfortably?"

Face held up the biggest and fluffiest pillow he could find and it was all
they could do not to break into laughter. With a straight face Hannibal
said, "Take your seat, Lieutenant," and Hannibal turned away as not to see
the wince as Face took his seat around the dinner table as they made their
plans for the upcoming battle.

Hannibal decided to set the battle for Saturday and to reschedule the
paddling for Face to fall after Christmas, which would be here in the next
couple of days. They had been invited to stay for Christmas and Hannibal
had accepted. They would leave a few days afterwards. By Saturday Face was
completely healed from the strapping he had received at the hands of old
man Potter. He had recovered from Mama's paddling the day after he had
received it. He was raring to go to get even, even if it was only in his
mind, with the Potters.

Hannibal had Tom Nixon get in contact with the Feds the day before and had
passed the map with booby traps marked on to the agents and they had told
him they would strike the next day. It took a little extra questioning on
Nixon's part but he was able to find out that the strike against the
Potters would take place at noon. With that information Hannibal had his
team ready to strike at the second site at 11:30 a.m. sharp.

It was an easy strike the Potters had not been expecting anybody at that
site but potential buyers and they took it down quickly. They made sure
that the Potter son that was there had time to call for reinforcements thus
bringing all but one of the brothers from the larger site so that when the
Feds showed up they had no resistance other than the youngest whom they
quickly took into custody. They just waited for the others to show back up
and by afternoon had the whole family, except for old man Potter, in
custody and destroyed the still and it's produce.

As soon as reinforcements showed up the A-Team retreated so the Potters
wouldn't suspect that the real trap lay at the second site. Not knowing
that Potter, Sr. was still on the loose the team went back to the Nixons.
They left Face, since he had not regained all of his strength, off at the
house while they went to locate Tom and tell him that his troubles were
over. They found him at the general store and it was while they were
talking that he received a phone call. It was from the Agents of Alcohol
and Tobacco telling him of their success. They told him that they had the
whole family except for the father in custody and felt that they would soon
have him as well.

"Colonel that was the Feds...they have the whole family but the father in
custody. They told me not to worry because they felt that soon they would
have him too," said Tom.

"You mean that old man is still on the loose?" Nixon nodded, "Quick, guys
we need to get back," and they all rushed out the door. Nixon just looked
at them not understanding what the problem was.

BA screeched to a stop in front of the old house when Sue Ellen rushed from
the door. "He has Face. They only left about 10 minutes ago," cried Sue
Ellen.

"Sue Ellen, take a deep breath; then tell me what happened," commanded
Hannibal, while the others searched the grounds. Sue Ellen did as she was
told and in a more relaxed manner related the events of just a few minutes
ago.

"He was here waiting when Face walked into the door. He held his shotgun on
Mama and me. There was nothing Face could do. Potter told me to tell you
that his sons were locked up and he was blaming you for that and taking
your son with him. That since his sons were being punished by being locked
up he would exact punishment on your son as well. As he turned to go he
said with a sneer, of course, the types of punishments would differ but be
just as painful. He then motioned for Face to precede him and they got into
his truck, Face was driving and drove off."

BA rushed up to say, "Found tire tracks leading off to the west," pointing
in that direction for Sue Ellen's benefit.

"Jed told me once that when we get married that he would take me to their
cabin in the woods for our honeymoon, and he was pointing in that
direction," said Sue Ellen worriedly. I think that is their refuge whenever
they get in trouble and need to hide out for a while. No one knows where it
is, only that it is that direction and well hidden. The Feds have searched
the area and as never found them when they were looking before. I hope you
will have better luck."

"We are going to need supplies and gear to search the area as we did in
'Nam," said Hannibal as they returned to the van for their weapons and
other gear. It might be some time before they would locate their missing
man but there was no doubt that he wouldn't be found. They knew they had to
hurry, no telling what Potter would do to Face.

While Hannibal and the others were putting together everything they would
need. Potter and Face were driving towards the Potter hideaway. Potter knew
he had to get out of sight so he could take care of the boy and when they
at last pulled off the road he ordered Face to stop and get out of the
truck. With no other choice Face obeyed and walked ahead of the Potter
until he was ordered to stop.

"Stop, and put these on, " throwing special made hobbles at Face. Face
reluctantly put them on his ankles. He was next given two small padlocks
and told to lock the cuffs. Face once again had to obey and soon found his
ankles locked between lengths of chain making it impossible to run without
tripping.

"Come with me," was his next order and Face slowly obeyed. Walking in the
hobbles was a slow and tedious action but eventually they were back at the
truck. Potter pulled down the gate, and motioned for Face to crawl up in
the bed of the truck. "Scoot all the way back and sit down with your legs
stretch ahead of you and don't move." When Face had done so he saw too late
that there was a chain link soldered to the bed of the truck near the end
and that is what Potter locked his hobble chain to. "Now you can't go
anywhere without me and I can drive to our hideaway without worrying that
you might escape."

Potter walked back to the cab and before getting in said, "This is going to
be a hard and bumpy ride you had better hold on to the rope by your hand,"
and then almost before Face could grab the before mentioned rope he gunned
the truck and they were off. The journey was a hard one and Face was sure
that if he hadn't had the rope to hold on to he could have broken something
with all of the bouncing he did. With the rope all he had at the end of the
trip were bruises.

Potter drove for several hours before coming to a stop. He could drive no
further the mountains had gotten to steep to navigate with the truck. Face
almost cried with relief when the truck finally came to a halt.

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He did cry out when he was ordered out of the truck a few minutes later.
Potter unlocked Face's chain from the truck and ordered, "Get out, we ride
the rest of the way," pointing to two horses in a nearby corral. Face
crawled from the truck and jumped out. The movement brought an involuntary
yell from Face. At the sound of the cry Potter smiled and said, "If you
think you are hurting now just wait for what I have in store for you now
and when we finally get to the cabin. You will be in a constant state of
hurt."

Potter motioned for Face to move toward another freestanding stocks, like
the one he had been placed when Potter had strapped him earlier. "No,"
cried Face when he saw the stocks. Potter cocked the shotgun convincing
Face to do as he was told and soon he found himself once again imprisoned
in the stocks and unable to move his head or arms.

Once his captive was so detained Potter went to saddle and pack the horses
for the journey up the mountains. Once he finished he returned to Face.
Moving so he could be seen he slowly removed his belt and said, "Boy, that
act of defiance is going to cost you doubly. I'm going to strap you and
then you will ride on that sore bottom of yours all the way up the
mountains. Your bottom will be punished twice for your disobedience," and
proceeded to lay the licks on.

He started in the middle of his buttock letting the strap hit both buttocks
at once. This time he didn't whip as to draw blood but only to make sitting
as uncomfortable as possible. Face tried to keep from yelling but after the
third lick couldn't stop himself from crying out with each blow. Potter
only gave him 12 licks and made sure they all fell from the middle of this
buttock to the top of his thighs before finishing. Face wouldn't be able to
find a comfortable position for the whole trip up the mountain.

Face was near sobbing when Potter finally put his belt back on. He gave
Face a moment to collect himself before freeing him from the stocks. Face
stifled a cry as his boxers and then jeans made contact with his newly
punished backside. When they were up he was pushed toward his horse and
into the saddle. Face stood up in the stirrups trying for as long as
possible to keep his sore bottom out of the saddle.

Potter used the time while Face was occupied with his sore bottom to
quickly uncuff one ankle and to run the chain through the stirrups and
under the horse's belly and re-cuffed the ankle before Face realized what
had happened. He sat down in frustration when he realized that for a moment
he was free and could have tried an escape. The moment his bottom touched
the saddle he cried out in pain and stood once again.

Potter grabbed the reins to his horse and quickly climbed in the saddle. He
looked evilly at Face and said, "Hold on boy, you are in for the ride of
your life," and tied the reins of Face's horse to the horn of his saddle
and spurred his horse into motioned. Face was forced to sit by the motion
of his horse as they moved forward and wailed as his sore bottom made
contact once again with the saddle. Face was sobbing by the time they were
on their way. His bottom burned with every movement the horse made. He
couldn't stand because the movement of the horse kept him off balance and
he felt every step, canter or gallop the horse made as they journeyed
upward. For some time he found some comfort as he leaned forward in the
saddle but as soon as Potter noticed it he kicked the his horse into a
faster clip making it impossible to stay in that position for long.

By the time they reached his cabin Face was sobbing freely and his backside
felt like a fire had been lit on it. He hurt everywhere, from waist down
especially the inside of his thighs. Potter had only given him a few licks
on the inside of his thighs but combined with gripping the horse to keep
from slipping had enflamed them as well. As soon as he was freed from the
horse and hobbles he was unable to move much less take a step. He was
pushed in the cabin stumbling in to land on the floor in a heap.

"Strip," Potter barked at him next invoking a look of disbelief from Face,
"or do you want another dose of my belt?"

Face shook his head swiftly and did as he was told. He was so embarrassed
to be standing there in the nude in front of the man who had so recently
beaten him and looked down at the floor instead of at his captor.

"I am going to bathe you and then you will be given a nightshirt to wear
for the duration of your stay with me. It will be the only garment you will
be allowed to wear but first I must unload the horses. You go over to that
bed," pointing to a single bed next to the fireplace, " and I want you to
lie on your stomach and not move from that position or I will give you
another strapping. Unless you like my strappings, I would do as I tell
you." Without another glance at Face Potter turned and went out the door
sure that face would obey him at least for now, and he was right. When he
came back in he found Face lying face down on the before mentioned bed. It
just had felt so good not to have any more pressure put on his backside or
thighs. Face cried himself to sleep and was surprised when Potter woke him
about an hour later for his bath.

Face awoke with a start, he had been dreaming of being with Hannibal and
the rest of the team and to wake and realize that he was still in Potter's
hands was demoralizing. "Get in the tub," Potter said as he pointed to a
galvanized tub placed in front of the roaring fireplace.

Face slowly got up hissing in pain as his sore bottom made contact with the
mattress and staggered over to the tub. He saw that it had water already in
it and tentatively put one foot in. He was surprise to find it warm and not
cold or hot as he thought. He was quickly pushed down into a sitting
position, which once again brought pain to his bottom.

He was given soap and a washcloth and told to wash himself. He was glad
that he would be allowed that dignity only he soon saw he was expected to
do it while Potter watched. He made as quick of a job as he could and then
Potter threw him a towel and told him, "Dry off and go stand in front to
the fire to stay warm...I'll be right back."

Face was too cold to argue and soon was as close to the fireplace as he
dared as he watched the water being taken away and the tub dragged from the
room. He longed to return to "his" bed and get under the covers but was
scared of the whipping he was sure to get for disobeying Potter again. He
was exhausted and just leaned against the fireplace for some relief. He was
so caught up in his pains that he didn't notice when Potter returned to the
room. He was quickly brought back to the present with a sudden swat to his
sore bottom. "Owwwwww," yelped Face and turned around to face Potter.

"Put this on," throwing a garment at him. It felt so warm and soft that
Face quickly pulled it over his head. It fell to his knees with a slit up
the sides. It was made of flannel and felt wonderful against his cold skin.

Potter sat in a chair and said, "Come here," pointing to a point next to
his side. Face staggered over and before he could stop him soon found
himself draped over Potter's thighs. "Okay, Boy, this is how things are
going to be until I let you go. You will receive a spanking three times a
day: once before breakfast and at mid afternoon and before bed. You will
come on your own for your spankings or I will take a strap to you instead."
With that speech out Potter lifted up the back of the nightshirt and began
spanking Face's already sore bottom and he didn't stop until he had Face
sobbing and his backside beet red. "That is your before bedtime spanking
only you have received it earlier today. Now go sit at the table for your
supper then go to bed."

Face with the tears still falling made his way to a chair and gingerly sat
in it, crying out loud at the intense pain it caused him. He ate the plate
of beans set before him drinking the water along with it. He ate as quick
as he could so he could get off his abused backside as swiftly as possible.
He ran to the bed and got under the covers and on his stomach as soon as
possible. He sobbed himself to sleep and slept until he was pulled from the
bed the next morning.

To get back to the team, they had no trouble following the road to where
Potter had left his truck. "This is it guys, from now on we have to foot
it. They must have continued on horseback," nodding towards the empty
corral.

BA had scouted the area while Hannibal and Murdock had gotten their
supplies from the van and called out, "Hannibal, here is another one of
those stock things that Potter had Face on when he had strapped him
earlier. You don't think he used it on Face again, do you?"

"I don't know BA...better bring the first aid kit just in case." He viewed
his troops grimly and said, "Let's go, there's not a moment to spare," and
they shouldered their packs and started up the mountain.

Before they went very far Hannibal spotted the first booby trap and said,
"We will have to go slow as not to spring any of these traps. Hold on kid,
we're coming."

As Hannibal, Murdock and BA were slowly making their way up the mountain
they were fast loosing daylight and had to stop for the night, so they made
camp just a little up the mountain. As soon as they had eaten they
immediately rolled up in their sleeping beds and went to sleep. They wanted
to get as early a start in the morning as they could. They all fell into an
uneasy sleep thinking about what was happening to Face in the hands of
Potter.

Potter showed him where the outhouse was and where he could wash his face
and hands and waited to see if Face would remember about the upcoming
spanking. Fortunately Face did remember in time and stood stiffly by
Potter's chair to receive his next spanking. He was pulled into position
and once again his bottom was reheated until it had become red in color and
he was released.

"Very good, boy. After breakfast you will wash the dishes and sweep the
place. While you are doing that, I'll be setting my traps and seeing if I
can get us a rabbit for lunch. Don't even consider trying to escape, unless
you want a strapping on top of the spanking," and with that put a stack of
pancakes and bacon on the table and began to eat. The smell brought Face to
the table and he sat eating as the tears fell. Without anymore talk Potter
got up and left the table after he had eaten and soon left the cabin with
rifle in hand.

Face did consider his chances at escape and decided that he would try. He
looked for the clothes he was wearing the day before and decided that
Potter had hidden them to well and if he was to escape it would have to be
wearing only the nightshirt and shoes he now had on. He absently cleared
the table and washed up all the while thinking of the best way to get away.
Once he had his mind made up he pulled a blanket from the bed and put it
over his shoulders. He thought that since he had waited an hour before
leaving that Potter might be far enough away that he could at lest get a
head start. He knew that Hannibal and the others would be looking for him
and started down the mountain to try and meet them. He was making good time
when he broke out of the wooded area and straight dab into Potter.

"Not bad boy, I would have thought that I had scared you with the thought
of an additional strapping into staying in the cabin but now I see I have
to reinforce that strapping with something else. Now turn around and head
back."

Face was so sure that he was on his way to safety that Potter's recapture
of him nearly did him in and he stumbled back to the cabin with Potter
pushing him from behind. As soon as they arrived, Face was pushed against a
wall and chained into place, spread-eagled facing the wooden wall. Face
hadn't even noticed the chains before and once he was situated Potter
pulled the nightshirt up high this baring him from waist down.

"Boy, I noticed the other day that you were sporting a brand on your inside
leg, Bo it says. What is that about?"

Face haltingly told him how a deranged teenager whom had said he was now
his slave had branded him a few months ago. He had branded him with his
name in an attempt to make it legal.

Potter pondered that for a few minutes and before Face could speak put a
hot coal to the area, thus burning the name off. "Owwwwwwhhhlll," howled
Face, as he smelt his own flesh burning. "There is now a change in
ownership," Potter said as he put a "P" brand in the fire to heat. The
brand was the size of a quarter, a circle with a P in the middle. Face
realized that he was to be branded like a possession and it was nothing he
could do to prevent it.

Face struggled to get free as he saw the iron heat up until it glowed red.
Potter looked Face over and said; "Now where shall I put my mark on you.
It's got to be someplace noticeable," and began to run his hands over
Face's body. He returned to Face's buttocks, thighs and groin several times
as he struggled to make up his mind.

"I tell you what I'm going to do, boy. I have two places in mind; a frontal
location and one at the back door, so-so speaking. So I'm going to brand
you lightly in both places and then at the end of the week re-brand you in
the place I like the best. I'll be better able to see which one is best
suited for you," he said as he approached Face with hot iron in hand.

"Noooooooooo, please. I beg you...Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww," screamed Face as he
felt the brand touch the middle of his right buttock. It was only there for
a second or two but long enough to hurt and throb.

He tried to watch Potter out of the corner of his eyes on where the second
hit would be and wasn't surprised when he was suddenly turned to face the
room. His burned buttock was now against the wall making it hurt even more
and he tried to squirm away. Potter tied him more securely for the final
branding. He saw Potter that put the brand back into the fire so it would
be red hot for the final marking.

Potter then approached him with scissors in hand and momentarily he was
confused as to what would happen next. The mystery was solved when Potter
began to cut away his public hear. "Nooooooo," groaned Face as he saw
himself being shorn. Soon Potter returned with shaving cream and razor in
hand and had to will himself to stand still has he was shaved until he was
smoothed of all hairs.

He began to tremble, as he now knew where the second brand would be placed.
He tried to squirm out of the way but had been tied to tight and could only
watch in horror as Potter approached him once again with the hot iron in
hand. He felt Potter's hand on him as his penis was moved out of the way
and felt the burning touch the area next to his penis. The pain was much
greater this time that with a final scream, "Owwwhhllllllllllllllllll," he
passed out momentarily.

When he came to Potter was approaching with a hot coal in his leather
fireplace gloved hand which he lightly touched to the tip of his penis
causing Face to scream in agony as a intense pain touched that sensitive
spot.

"Now that final burn was for your escape attempt, it will hurt whenever you
pee for the next few days as a lesson on why you shouldn't escape," Potter
said to the boy sobbing hysterically chain to the wall.

Potter left Face where he was for another 30 minutes before freeing him
from the chains. Face dropped to his knees still in agony from the burns on
his body. Potter swatted him on his branded buttock to get his attention
saying, "Boy, get back to work. I believe you have a cabin to sweep out,
and I have a rabbit to clean for lunch."

Face cried out with the swat but obediently got a broom and began to sweep
the cabin, all the while weeping at each step. Satisfied that he would have
no more trouble from Face, potter took the rabbit and went back outside to
clean it. He kept one eye on the cabin door ready in case Face tried
another escape attempt.

Face returned to his bed as soon as he had swept the floor. He knew he
would be unable to lie comfortably on his stomach or back due to the brands
and had to lie on his side to seek some relief. He was in agony from the
three burn sites and sobbed. He eventually cried himself to sleep awaking
only when Potter struck him with his strap for napping.

"Get up...get up," snarled Potter as he struck him again and again not
caring where he let the strap fall. Face screamed at each hit unable to
protect himself from the sting of the strap. Suddenly the whipping stopped
but he was sobbing to hard to realize what had happened.

"Kid, its me," cried Hannibal who had surprised Potter in the midst of his
strapping and had decked him with one blow to the jaw. The old man was out.
After making sure that he stayed down Hannibal turned back to his kid.

"Hannibal?" Face asked unbelief showing in his voice. He thought he was
hallucinating, he had longed so hard for his family. Hannibal gathered Face
in his arms as BA and Murdock entered the room. "Murdock find some rope and
tie him tight," nodding at Potter.

"Face lie back and let me see to your wounds," pushing him backwards in the
bed. When his burned backside touched the mattress Face cried out in agony
and struggled to get up, "Oooowwwwhhhlllllllllllll... Nooooooo...it hurts
to lie back...let me be, please." Hannibal fearing the worse put him on his
side and lifted the back of his nightshirt and revealed the brand on his
buttock. "BA! I need the first aid kit now," and then he saw the burn on
his inner thigh where the other one had been.

"Face? Did Potter do this to you?" And at Face's shaky nod Hannibal began
to cuss out loud. "Are there in other places that need attention?"

"In front, in the groin...he burned a 'P' beside the base of my penis. He
also burned the tip of my penis with a hot coal to punish me for trying to
escape, ohhhhhh, it burns," and began to cry again.

He held Face lovingly as a father would until BA appeared with the kit. He
handed Face off to BA to hold while he rummaged around for a moment before
pulling out a vial and a syringe. He quickly loaded the syringe with the
liquid from the vial. He then rubbed a place on Face's neck with rubbing
alcohol before injecting him with the drug. He watched as the drug to
effect and Face passed out.

"That will help keep him out until we can get him home and into the healing
hands of Mama. Let me clean his hurts first and then we are homeward
bound."

"What are we going to do with Potter," asked Murdock? "I know what I would
like to do to him for what he did to Face," he added menacing.

Hannibal looked around the cabin for a minute before his gaze located the
chains impeded into the wall. "Chain him to the wall with another length so
he can move around in here but not leave and we will let the Feds pick him
up. He can then join his sons facing charges for the making and
distributing of the moonshine they make. That should take care of them for
some while."

By the time Potter had recovered consciousness he found his leg chained to
the wall. Hannibal looked at him and said, "We left you several buckets of
water as well as a bucket to use as a restroom. You have plenty of cans of
beans and a can opener to subside you until the Feds pick you up. We will
be sure to give them a map of your location. We defused all of your booby
traps, by the way. If your abuse has damaged my son beyond healing and I
will find you and you will die."

Potter shivered at the venomous words and doubted him not. Without looking
back Hannibal slammed the door shut and left. BA had taken both horses and
had made a stretcher to hang between the animals and had placed his little
brother on the cot. He was lying on his back with a soft pad cushioning the
burn on his backside. They journey back down the mountain was done with
greater speed then the one going up the mountain. They had a precious cargo
and no booby traps to worry about.

It was late afternoon when they arrived back at the van. Face was lovingly
removed from the stretcher as he was starting to come around and was in
pain. He started to squirm and cry as the burns once again penetrated the
painkiller and he started to feel them.

Murdock released the horses into the corral and made sure they had hay and
water and could get into the shelter if needed while Hannibal and BA put
their gear and Face into the van. They once again made a pallet in the back
for him. This time the pallet was made of several sleeping beds assuring
the trip would be as comfortable as possible. By the time Murdock was
finished so were they and they left as fast as they could. Murdock stayed
as close as he could to his little brother trying to offer as much comfort
as he could.

It was nightfall as the van pulled into the driveway. BA quickly picked
Face up and carried him inside where they were met warmly by the Nixon
family. Mama was waiting anxiously for her "young'un" and led the way to
his room. Hannibal told her in a nutshell what had been done to him this
time and Mama then took over. Once he was back in bed, Mama swiftly removed
the nightshirt and began to wash and treat all of his hurts. He sobbed
through all of her administrations and had to be held for the majority of
them. She once again had Sue Ellen brew up her special tea, which he then
coaxed him into drinking. Soon he was asleep and she could treat his more
serious injuries in peace.

She shooed the others from the room as she worked over her young'un and
finally emerged from the room an hour later to say that she was finished.
"How is he, Mama," asked Hannibal worriedly. "We saw what that monster did
to him."

"He'll recover. He's resting on his side. I've kept him in the nude for now
so I can constantly monitor his every move in context with his injuries. He
had been beaten with a strap on several occasions but fortunately Potter
didn't break the skin this time. He's going to have to deal with the brands
eventually but they should disappear completely in the next 6 to 12 months.
The hair in his groin area will re-grow but until it does he will be very
self-conscious about it so be prepare. His body will heal but your main
concern now is his mental state. You will have to have a lot of patience
with him and show him unconditional love in all that you do together."

"Can I sit with him...please," cried an emotional Hannibal. Mama nodded and
as he was going in she said, "Colonel, I know that you had planned to
punish him for his disobedience and now feel that you can't."

Hannibal nodded, but said nothing. She had hit the nail right on the head.
How could he paddle the kid now after going through all Potter had dished
out.

"Colonel, if you love him you will have to carry that punishment out,
eventually. The difference will be how you carry it out. What Potter did to
him was done from anger and hate and subconsciously he knows it. When you
punish him you have to make sure he understands that it is out of love. I
think you can do it when the time is best, until then just love him and
understand."

Hannibal went in and sat down next to his son. He silently wept at
everything Potter had done to him and he had been unable to protect him
from. He always felt so responsible for his men but especially for the
youngest member of his team. In fact they all did. They all took abuse on
themselves on many an occasion to keep Face from suffering and to see him
like this nearly broke his heart.

Hannibal stayed by Face's bedside until Mama shooed him out. Then and only
then did he tell Tom Nixon the location of Potter so the Feds could go and
pick him up.

The Nixons were so excited that the case was finally over and the Potters
were out of their lives forever that they invited the A-Team to stay as
long as they liked. For the next few days Face was not left alone. Someone
was with him for every occasion. He really needed them when it came time to
use the bathroom. The first time he had to pee he sobbed as the urine
touched the scorched part of his penis. He vowed then that he wouldn't
drink anything until it had healed. Mama realized right then and there that
she would have to use force to get him to drink. She quickly enlisted the
aid of the rest of the team. They would encourage him to eat and drink at
every opportunity even if it meant that he would be force-fed.

Mama brought him his first meal after escaping, which included baked
chicken and rice. Hannibal followed behind carrying a glass of water. Face
didn't need any help with the food and ate every bite but flatly refused
the liquid.

"Face you need to drink, too," started Hannibal only to be interrupted by
Face, "No...whenever I pee it hurts, so I'm not going to drink."

"We can do this the hard way or the easy, but you will drink some of this
water. Now what way are you going to go?" Hannibal asked sternly. It hurt
him to see his "son" like this. Face looked so determined and he knew he
would have a fight on his hands unless he could convince Face to drink.

Face pondered the "deal" before nodding slightly. Hannibal rushed to him
with the water and straw and held it out for him to take. Big Mistake. As
soon as Face had it in his hands he flung the water across the room. He
handed the empty glass back to a stunned Hannibal with a smirk on his face.

Hannibal looked sadly at Face and said, "BA, I'm going to need your help
after all. Murdock, we are going to need another glass of water and straw."
Face's eyes got wide as BA sauntered into the room followed moments later
by Murdock with a cup of water and straw. "Colonel, I thought that a cup
might be easier to handle than a glass," Murdock said as he handed his
burden over.

"Face, please take a few swallows of this water and not make me use force,"
pleaded Hannibal.

Face shook his head, "NO."

Hannibal nodded to BA and Murdock and they rushed him and soon held him
immobile while Hannibal approached with the water and straw. He quickly
placed the straw in Face's mouth and tried to tickle him into taking a
swallow to no success. He was at wit's end when Mama intervened.

"Hannibal, let me give it a try. Boys, continue to hold him please."

Hannibal stood back and watched as Mama approached with a baby's bottle
filled with water. She placed the nipple in Face's mouth and gently
squirted some of the water in his mouth and held his mouth closed. Then she
stroked his throat until he swallowed by reflex action. She continued until
the whole bottle was empty. "I'm sorry I was forced to do that, young'un,
but if you don't drink you get dehydrated and that is dangerous to your
health," she said as she withdrew the bottle from his mouth.

Face was released as soon as the bottle was removed. They stood back as
they watched Face cry in frustration. The father in Hannibal was there to
offer comfort and pulled him into his arms. "Kid, we can't have you get
dehydrated. We love you too much to allow you to get worse."

"I know Hannibal but it hurts so bad whenever I have to pee," wailed Face,
"and now that I've drunk an entire bottle I'll have to go before too long."
Hannibal continued to hold him as he thought for a moment. He motioned for
BA and Murdock to take his place and he went over to Mama to ask some
questions.

"Mama, I have a request," he said and as she nodded, he continued, "is
there any type of salve that will numb an area for even a short time?"

Mama thought for a while and said, "Maybe. Let me try something out and
I'll get back to you." She looked carefully at him and said, "You want
something to numb the burn area until he finishes peeing, don't you?"

"Yes, I figure that if he knows that it doesn't hurt to pee then he will
willingly drink whatever we put in front of him," Hannibal said
thoughtfully.

By the time the urge to go to the bathroom came again for Face, Mama
appeared with jar in hand. She handed it to Hannibal with the instructions,
"Just rub a small dab on the burn and it should help."

Hannibal did it at once to Face's dismay, since Mama was still in the room
and watching but soon his face took on an expression of relief. "Hannibal,
that feels so good and I can't wait any longer. I got to go and NOW." With
BA helping him he made it to the bathroom and hesitantly began to pee. When
he felt no piercing pain he let loose and completed the job with a big
smile on his face. When he returned he hurried to Mama and gave her a peck
on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Mama."

"You're welcome young'un, now you get back in bed. You need to rest."

After that they had no trouble with Face in his attempt to regain his
strength. Even though Face was improving they still made sure to have a
team member with him around the clock until Mama gave him permission to
move around. This coincided with Christmas Day when they all gathered
around the Christmas tree to sing carols and open their presents.

It turned out to be one of the best Christmases they had celebrated in
quite some time. There was the traditional turkey with cornbread stuffing.
Mama fixed the sweet potatoes and string bean casserole.

BA, with the help of Murdock, fixed his mama's sweet potato pie.

It was just after dinner and time to make their selections for desserts
when BA growled, "They will be all having my mama's pie."

"But BA, I don't like sweet potato pie. I want the coconut cake instead,"
whined Face. "Faceman, you will be eating the pie even if I have to feed
you myself. Now what kind of pie do you want," glaring at the younger man?

Face took a deep breath and said, "I'll have a piece of BA's pie," and
added afterwards, "change that to a piece of coconut cake," and gave BA one
of his dazzling smiles. They all had to laugh over that including BA.
"Okay, little brother, you eat the cake now." Face smile changed when he
added, "Because you can always have the pie tomorrow."

Face started to argue when Hannibal interrupted him by saying, "Give it up
kid, BA is just going to feed it to you if you say anything more." Face
nodded glumly until the cake appeared which he dug into instantly, thinking
how he could keep from eating the pie tomorrow.

Hannibal was happy now. He had his family around him and "their" kid was
going to beat this and everything was right in the world again. He looked
sideways at Face and thought, "now when do I spring the spanking on him,"
and interrupted himself with, "I'll face it in the new year," and leaned
back to enjoy his just desserts with the rest of them.

The End

(P.S. Face does receive his long awaited paddling for disobedience in the
New Year and the next story.)

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