Chapter Text
You’d think that dragging 4 teenage boys down the hallway by the ear would be a difficult task for just two men. Not for Shouta and Hizashi, though. “Get in there.” Shouta said through gritted teeth as they swung the door to an empty room in the venue open. The room just so happened to have chairs, two sofas, and ample space; fortunate for Hizashi and Shouta, unfortunate for their sons.
“Oww!” Izuku whimpered, rubbing his poor ear as his father let go of it. “All of you, sit.” Shouta demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. All four boys sat down, knowing that disobeying their already pissed off fathers wasn’t going to go over well.
Hizashi began pacing, running a stressed hand through his long blonde hair. He took off his glasses, massaging his temples. He was the picture of distress. Shouta, on the other hand, tied his hair up and rolled up his sleeves before crossing his arms, glaring down at all of his disobedient children.
“What the hell were you boys thinking? How many times did we tell you to be on your best behavior? For some reason, you just couldn’t manage to do it for one evening.” Shouta lectured in a deep, disappointed tone.
“ A very important evening at that. This is Taishiro and Nemuri’s wedding! This is their special night to celebrate their new marriage, and you boys don’t care enough to stay out of trouble!” Hizashi scolded, still pacing.
Isuku, Katsuki, Shouto, and Hitoshi all shared glances at each other, knowing they were all in a shit ton of trouble. “I mean…we weren’t that bad…” Hitoshi tried.
Both of his fathers’ eyes snapped over to him, an astounded look on their faces. “…You boys knocked over an entire wedding cake with your roughhousing, and you have the audacity to say you weren’t ‘that bad’? Is that correct?” Shouta asked, his tone quiet and thoughtful.
All 4 brothers gulped silently, feeling nervous and uneasy at their dad’s tone. “…well…I guess…not…” Hitoshi trailed off, closing his mouth and suddenly finding the floorboards rather interesting.
Hizashi fixed his glasses, placing his hands on his hips in a no nonsense manner. “I am very disappointed in you boys. You were warned multiple times to behave and celebrate appropriately without any misbehavior. Yet, someone you all thought that meant to argue and fight with each other all day. Now you’ve gone and ruined a perfectly fine wedding cake that probably took hours to make, and God knows how much to pay for.” Hizashi said sternly.
“We didn’t know that the cake was that close to us when we started fighting, to be fair.” Katsuki tried, though he knew that it wasn’t really a good excuse, or an excuse at all, honestly.
Hizashi took in a deep breath, calming himself before responding. “Katsuki, that is not the point and you know it.” He said, fixing his eldest with a pointed look.
Both men looked over their guilty sons silently for a moment, contemplating what they wanted to do at the moment. After giving it thought, they looked at each other and nodded before turning back to their delinquents.
“You are all grounded for a month. No phones, no tv, no tablets, no video games, and no computers outside of using them for school work. We are very disappointed in you, and we are going to make sure you are well aware of that.” Shouta said.
Both men walked to opposite sides of the room, bringing empty chairs with them and sitting in them.
“Izuku.” Shouta motioned towards himself with his finger, fixing his youngest son with a firm look. Izuku whimpered softly. He knew better than to disobey his father and make him repeat himself, so he begrudgingly got to his feet and slowly shuffled over to his awaiting father.
“Daaaad~” He whined with a frown. “It’s not up for discussion, little boy.” Shouta said, shutting down any further arguments.
“Hitoshi, come here. Katsuki and Shouto, go to separate corners and face the wall until we call you over. Think about why you are there.” Hizashi said.
Katsuki and Shouto walked to opposite corners, both nervous deep down and loathing what was to come. Not only did they now have to think about their actions even longer, they had to listen to their siblings be spanked right before their own punishment.
Hitoshi silently made his way over to his father. Once he was in reach, Hizashi laid the boy over his knee, as did Shouta. Shouta made sure to put one of his legs over both of Izuku’s, knowing the boy was a kicker and a squirmer. He was well prepared and experienced at this point.
Izuku sniffled, holding onto Shouta’s leg. “I’m sorry, daddy.” He said softly. Shouta rested a hand on Izuku’s back, tugging his trousers and underwear down. “I’m sure you will be.” Shouta said. He lifted his palm and began laying sharp swats all over Izuku’s pale, freckled bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Izuku cried out, clenching his eyes shut. He knew it was going to hurt, but he could never quite prepare himself for how painful spankings truly were.
While Shouta focused on disciplining Izuku, Hizashi focused on disciplining their second youngest. He had bared Hitoshi and laid him over his knee in the same fashion.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Hitoshi. You knew better, so I expected better. You are a smart boy, all of you are. You at any moment could have separated yourself from your brothers if you weren’t getting along, yet you didn’t. You continued to fight with them and play a part in it. That is exactly why you are over my knee right now.” Hizashi lectured in a serious tone.
His large hand landed heavy smacks across Hitoshi’s backside, the loud sound of the impact ringing throughout the room and overlapping with Shouta’s.
Hitoshi gritted his teeth, grunting quietly at the swats. He wasn’t as vocal early on like Izuku, who had immediately given into wails and tears, sometimes even before the punishment had started. He was a bit more reserved, at least initially. He wouldn’t deny just how intense the sting felt across his poor behind, however.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Shouto felt guilty as he heard his younger brothers getting spanked. He was the second eldest, not to mention one of, if not the most, mature out of the 4 of them when it came to troublemaking.
He got in trouble the least for antics like his brothers, but he still had his moments. This just so happened to be one of them, and he now wished he could go back in time and just make sure they were all on their best behavior no matter what.
He couldn’t help but to feel awful for Fatgum and Midnight as well. They were both great heros and people; both were close family friends due to their connections with Shouta and Hizashi, as well as the fact that they were the parents of their friends Eijiro and Tamaki. This was supposed to be the best day of their lives, and their immaturity had fucked it up for them. He was so ashamed of himself.
Katsuki felt a similar sentiment. He was currently overthinking everything in his head now as he stared at the wall. ‘So much for future in-laws. They are going to hate me now! I can’t even say that I blame them. They’ll probably make Eijirou and I break up now because of this…’ He thought dreadfully, mentally kicking himself.
Why had he been such an idiot? He should have just ignored his brothers’ stupidity and annoying ass actions. He had started the evening out trying to keep them all in line, but had ended the weekend by accidentally knocking over an entire wedding cake. Needless to say, he had much better weekends.
Izuku hollered as Shouta spanked him thoroughly in a methodical pattern. Left, right, left, right, center, center, repeat. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he squeezed his father’s leg for both comfort and to keep himself from reaching back to cover his bottom, something he had done often.
Shouta was always prepared whenever he’d try, though. He’d simply pin his hand (or hands, depending on if he attempted to use both) to the small of his back and continue the spanking.
“What could you have done differently to avoid this spanking, Izuku?” Shouta asked, smacking Izuku’s sit spots and upper thighs now.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OUCH!! AAAAH!! AAAAAAH!! OWW OWWW OWWWWW!! DADDY! STOP, STOOOP!! PLEASE! I’M SORRYYY!!! I sob AM!” Izuku wailed, sobs leaving his throat.
Shouta didn’t falter, his palm continued landing upon Izuku’s upturned posterior. “That is not what I asked, young man. Answer my question, please.” Shouta demanded, not going easy on him whatsoever. He was going to give him exactly what he deserved, and his pink bottom proved that.
Izuku continued to bawl over his father’s knee, his face now a mess of tears and his green eyes red and watery. He sniffled, his bottom lip quivering as he tried to speak as clearly as possible while he was worked up and crying.
“I-I s-should sob have j-just w-w-walked away and sob a-ate some c-c-cupcakesss…” He cried earnestly. Shouta paused, lifting an eyebrow. “Cupcakes?” He asked, genuinely caught off guard by this answer. That was quite specific…
“Y-yes s-sirrr…” Izuku hiccuped tearfully, nodding pitifully. “B-because the sob c-cake w-wasn’t cut y-y-yet…” He elaborated. Shouta couldn’t help but to smile softly. Izuku could say some truly unintentionally hilarious things without even meaning to. He always found that amusing about the boy, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ah, I see. Yes, I agree. That would have been a better idea than fighting with your brothers and creating a mess.” Shouta said, picking up the spanking again and proceeding to smack all over the boy’s warmed bottom.
Hizashi had moved down to Hitoshi’s sit spots once he had successfully turned his backside a bright shade of red. His current mission was to now match Hitoshi’s upper thighs to the color of his behind. His large, heavy palm was doing a fine job at it, as they were currently a light shade of pink.
“It hurts me more than it hurts you to have to spank you, Hitoshi. I know it may not seem like it, but it is true. It is a different kind of hurt…” Hizashi trailed off, the sadness slightly evident in his tone.
It was true, he loathed having to see his sons’ cry over his knee while he disciplined him, but he would do it if it meant keeping them on track. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself if he neglected their discipline in favor of just allowing them to do whatever they pleased without proper consequences.
Hitoshi had began to be more vocal now at this point in the spanking. “Owww…ouch! Aah! Oww! OWWW!! OUCH!” He yelped, tearfully biting his lip. Suddenly, the spanking paused. He felt his chin gently be lifted, and glanced up to see his father leaning down with a stern look on his face.
“Let it go. Now.” He said in his low, scary ‘dad’ voice that he rarely had to use. Hitoshi immediately let go of his lip, his face crumpling as he began to cry openly, unable to hide it anymore.
Hizashi picked the spanking back up, his sharp slaps heating Hitoshi’s sit spots once again. It broke his heart to hear Hitoshi crying, but he hardened it in order to focus on wrapping it up. Well, at least the main portion of the spanking.
Shouta delivered 10 more total smacks to Izuku’s bottom and undercurve, making sure they were the hardest of the bunch to really drive the point home.
Izuku was a sobbing mess at this point. Shouta then stood the boy up, wrapping his arms around him and encompassing him in a big hug. He gently stroked his hair, rubbing his back and the back of his neck as well. “Shhh…breathe. Just breathe, Izuku. It’s alright, you are fine. Just calm down.” He cooed into his ear soothingly, holding him as he sobbed loudly against his shoulder.
While this happened, Hizashi had also given Hitoshi his final swats and finished the punishment. He stood Hitoshi up and immediately held him in his arms as well, hugging him close and lightly running his fingers through his purple hair.
“You’re okay, Hitoshi. It’s okay…hush now…shhh…it’s alright, little listener…” Hizashi whispered gently, patting Hitoshi’s back patiently.
The room was now silent aside from the soft cooing of the fathers comforting their children, as well as the light sniffles and quiet crying from Hitoshi and Izuku. Once their sobbing had died down to the occasional sniffle, both men sent them off to the corner to tell their brothers to switch with them.
They also told them not to bother with fixing their pants, which didn’t sit right with the two freshly spanked boys. They were hoping it was just a formality rather than what they thought, which was that there would be a part two to their punishment…
Katsuki walked over to Shouta, while Shouto walked over to Hizashi. Both boys looked guilty and resentful, which gave the two men some hope that at least they wouldn’t have to add any extra swats. For now, anyway. They wouldn’t put it past their sons to change that, though.
Shouta and Hizashi bared their son’s backsides and got to work, beginning their spankings. They would all be glad once these punishments were finally over.
“You boys need to learn how to communicate with each other properly. The arguing and fighting has gone on long enough. Your father and I believe in allowing you to work things out between each other, but that doesn’t mean you can get physical with each other. That is when someone gets hurt or something ends up breaking, like today. You all know better.” Shouta scolded, his palm landing across Shouto’s pale backside.
Hizashi did the same to Katsuki’s, making sure not to miss a single section of skin. He was going to make sure they thought twice about doing this again. Shouta and Hizashi had been teenage boys once before, they understood the immature mentality. They understood the feeling of nobody wanting to be the ‘mature one’. However, when it led to something disastrous like this, they were properly dealt with as well.
Katsuki grunted, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, as well as his backside, as his bottom was attacked with his loudmouth blonde father’s sharp spanks. “Unclench, honey. Relax, or it will hurt more than necessary.” Hizashi said, gently rubbing Katsuki’s lower back when he noticed him tensing up.
Katsuki groaned, glaring down at the ground in frustration. “It already hurts more than necessary!” He growled with a huff. Hizashi sighed softly, shaking his head. “Oh, Katsuki.” He tsked sympathetically. He could tell the poor boy was going through it. ‘Good.’ He couldn’t help but think to himself in relief. He was getting through to him.
He waited for Katsuki to relax his muscles before proceeding to spank him. “I expect you to know better than anyone about walking away when conflict arises. We have had that talk numerous times, Katsuki. You choosing to contribute to the conflict makes you just as at fault as everybody else involved. You know better, young man.” Hizashi said, his loud swats accompanying his words.
Soon, Katsuki was in tears. He lasted longer than his brothers, but he couldn’t help but to feel awful after all that had happened. Now Eijirou’s parents were going to hate him, his brothers, and his parents for being their parents. It was extra terrible considering he looked up to Fatgum and Midnight as pro heros as well. Nothing was going to be able to fix this, and it was his fault for not stopping it sooner as the eldest.
“It’s all m-my f-fault.” Katsuki sobbed. “I should have s-stopped them and n-not have sob j-joined in. I could have s-stopped it if I were a g-good big b-brother.” He cried, extremely ashamed of himself.
He didn’t even notice the swats temporarily stop as he was sat up on Hizashi’s lap. “Katsuki. Katsuki, look at me, please. Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me.” Hizashi told his eldest son gently, holding his chin. Katsuki reluctantly opened his wet red eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks as he bawled.
“Katsuki, this is not all your fault. Yes, you were a part of it, and yes you are in trouble for your part in it, but you are not the sole one to blame. Just because you are the oldest does not mean your father and I expect you to be perfect. You can only control yourself at the end of the day, baby. On top of that, you are only 16. You are not perfect, Katsuki. Nobody is, and nobody is expecting you to be.” Hizashi told him, gently wiping his eyes with his thumb. Katsuki sniffled, looking at his father, his lip quivering with emotion.
“You are an amazing big brother, honey. I never want to hear you say that again. Please don’t think that way, alright?” Hizashi said, gently running a hand through Katsuki’s blonde hair. Katsuki nodded, blushing softly at the affection. He didn’t mind it, honestly. Though, he’d never flat out say he liked it.
“Y-yes, sir.” He answered. Hizashi smiled before becoming more serious again. “Alright, back over my knee then. We are almost done.” He told him, turning him back over his knee. It was going to be hard for him to leave such a sweet, tender moment and immediately jump back into discipline mode, but they still needed to finish up.
So, the spanking continued. Katsuki yelped and winced in pain at the stinging slaps to his upturned, now red bottom. No matter how old he got, a spanking would always humble him in ways he couldn’t even describe.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Shouta had effectively turned Shouto’s bottom a nice shade of red with his own palm. They were in for the long haul, now. Shouto let out the occasional yelp and grunt, but for the most part had remained quiet.
This, however, was actually not out of the ordinary for their son. He usually ended up crying louder later on in the spanking after the build up. His guilt always made him emotional as well.
“Shouto, I expected this from some of your brothers, but not you. You usually are very mature and level headed. You are the voice of reason more often than not, so I can’t say that I’m not very disappointed in you, too. You knew better, and I wish you had made a better decision today.” Shouta told him honestly, alternating between sides on his sit spots. His own palm was beginning to sting, but he never mentioned it. If his palm hurt, it meant their bottom’s hurt, and that was his goal.
Shouto began to break down and cry as he heard his dad tell him how disappointed in him he was. That always got to him more than any spanking ever could.
He felt guilty about ruining Mr. Taishiro and Mrs. Nemuri’s wedding. Like the rest of his family, they were close and they had been nothing but nice to them for as long as they have known them. They didn’t deserve for their wedding to be ruined by their roughhousing.
Shouto was now openly sobbing, holding onto Shouta’s leg for stability and comfort (mostly comfort). His teardrops fell on the floor in front of him, a good representation of the way he was currently feeling while his father tanned his hide.
He had no idea how he was going to sit for the rest of the week, but he supposed that was the least of his worries. The real question was, how were they going to be able to even show their faces after they walked back into the reception venue? They had no doubt heard at least one of them hollering at this point, and even if the music had miraculously been loud enough to drown out the sounds, how could they face anybody after they all saw them knock over the wedding cake? It was an awful scenario to even think about.
Shouta could tell that Shouto was remorseful for his actions. He knew that it was a good time to finish up the spanking. He lifted his palm high and landed 10 swift, sharp smacks to his undercurve before finally stopping.
Shouto yelped loudly at the final swats, going limp over Shouta’s knee as he cried. Shouta sat the boy up on his lap, rubbing his back and cooing sweet nothings to him like he did to Izuku. He told him he was okay, and that everything would be alright. Words he knew to be true himself.
The sound of Katsuki’s shouts and Hizashi’s final slaps rang throughout the room, as well as the loud crying that followed. Hizashi scooped Katsuki up into his arms and sat him on his lap, gently comforting him and reassuring him that he was alright.
They both made sure to give their son’s enough time for comfort before they went to the next part of their punishment. Izuku and Hitoshi had found themselves hugging while facing the wall, offering each other comfort while their eldest siblings were thoroughly punished behind them.
None of them really liked to hear their brothers being punished. Though they were certainly used to it, it was still never pleasant or easy to listen to.
Soon, all boys were called over to their fathers. “Boys, come over here, please.” He told them. Hitoshi and Izuku walked over, joining their two other brothers.
“Now, your main punishment is over. However, I believe that you boys still deserve something else after knocking over that very expensive custom cake that most definitely took hours to make.” Hizashi said, watching their sons’ facial expressions drop with dread. As expected, of course.
Shouta pulled his belt out of his loops and doubled it. “You are each getting 5 with the belt. You will count them, and keep your hands in front of you. If you don’t count, we will start over. You know the drill.” Shouta told them, pointing to the couch with the belt.
Some glum deep breaths and exhales were heard as the boys positioned themselves to bend over the couch side by side. Hizashi would stand by and make sure the boys didn’t attempt to reach back.
Shouta lightly tapped the belt on Izuku’s exposed behind in warning, making the boy whimper and jump slightly. “I am starting now, Izuku. Remember to count, or we start over from the beginning.” He reminded his youngest.
Hizashi moved in front of Izuku on the other side of the couch and gently held his hands in his, providing him with both comfort and restraint. He gave his son a soft, sympathetic look that said everything will be over soon.
The sound of the belt swinging through the air before a loud SLAP was heard. Izuku cried out, his sobs beginning once more. “AH! O-One!” He bawled, squeezing Hizashi’s hands. Hizashi encouraged it, giving him a light nod in approval. Good boy, not attempting to cover his backside. He knew it was an instinct Izuku had, so he was proud of him for not giving in and instead accepting his comfort.
Not long after the first smack was heard, another one followed. SMACK! “OWWW!! TWOOO!!!” Izuku hollered tearfully. This continued all the way up until-
SMACK!
“FIVE!!” Izuku openly sobbed. It was finally over, and he couldn’t be happier. He cried into the couch, letting it all out. Shouta then moved down to Hitoshi.
Hitoshi obediently counted up to five as well during his licks, and Shouta was grateful. He hated having to actually give his kids extra swats when they didn’t correctly count them, but he couldn’t not do it after he had threatened it. That would be going back on his word, something he almost never did outside of specific circumstances.
Hitoshi, like Izuku, openly sobbed and bawled after his set. He was also just as grateful for it to be over as his younger brother.
Once Shouta had gotten to Shouto, he had counted all five of them, which didn’t surprise Shouta. He rarely had to add any extra swats for not counting correctly for Shouto. That usually happened to Izuku or Katsuki.
Speaking of Katsuki, he was the last one to receive his swats, so Shouta had hoped he wouldn’t need to add any extra so they could just finish this up and provide as much comfort as necessary to his boys.
Katsuki yelled at the sting of his father’s belt, never quite able to get used to it, understandably so. To his credit, though, he did successfully count all five of his licks, and that was relieving news to them all. Once the last slap landed and was counted, Shouta put his belt back on while Hizashi helped fix their pants back into place, then immediately wrapped his arms around his kids.
Hizashi did as well, sitting down and scooping Izuku and Shouto up on his lap, showering them with cuddles and comfort. “Shhh, it’s over now. It’s all over. You are forgiven, little listeners. Papa and Daddy are proud of you for taking your punishments so well.” Hizashi cooed softly to his crying sons, playing with their hair and comfortingly rubbing their backs as he lightly rocked them him his arms.
Shouta had sat Katsuki and Hitoshi on his lap also, doing the same as Hizashi. “Shhh, it’s okay. Breathe, boys. You are forgiven, and you are loved. So, so much. It’s alright. Shhh…shhh…” He gently hushed them, lightly bouncing them on his knee and warmly hugging them.
Soon, all four boys' tears and sobs had been reduced to mere sniffles, and the occasional hiccup. Once they were all calmed down, they stood up and brushed off their clothes, straightening them up.
“Well, I think we had better get back to the reception. Also, you boys will be apologizing to Taishiro and Nemuri, as well as to the cleaning crew who had to clean up your mess.” Hizashi said, giving them each a pointed look at the end.
“Yes, sir.” All four sorry looking boys said in unison. Shouta and Hizashi nodded before opening the door and leading them out. When they got back to the reception, they first saw none other than Tamaki and Eijiro.
“Hey, babe! Are you alright?” Eijiro asked Katsuki, giving him a sympathetic look. He had gone to the bathroom, only to hear cries and shouts from a room on the same hallway. He could put two and two together. Katsuki blushed, sighing.
“Well, my ass hurts and I just ruined the chances of your parents liking me, so no. I’m not alright.” Katsuki answered honestly, frowning. Eijiro gave him a smile, taking his hand. “They do still like you, Katsuki. You would have to do something catastrophically horrendous to make them not like you.” Eijiro said.
Katsuki scoffed, shaking his head. “Ruining their wedding cake was a pretty big catastrophically horrendous thing, Eiji.” He said. “Oh, right! The cake! C’mon, let me show you!” Eijiro suddenly lead Katsuki and the rest of them over to the other side of the room, where none other than a brand new replacement cake had been placed.
Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. “What??” Katsuki asked, confused. He looked at his brothers, all of them having the same puzzled look. “But…we destroyed the original cake.” Izuku said.
“How did they find another cake on such short notice?” Shouto asked. “That would be impossible, unless…” Hitoshi trailed off, looking up to see Taishiro and Nemuri approaching them with smiling faces.
“Hi, boys! Enjoying the wedding, I hope!” Taishiro exclaimed happily. “Your fathers told us you had something to tell us?” Nemuri asked. All four brothers bowed immediately, genuinely apologetic.
“We are so sorry for ruining your wedding cake!” Izuku exclaimed. “We didn’t mean to, honestly.” Hitoshi added. “We feel awful about it.” Shouto said. “Me especially.” Katsuki sighed. “I hope this doesn’t ruin the relationship we have, Mr and Mrs Toyomitsu. I really like Eijiro, and I don’t want you to think that I take that lightly, or that I’m not a good enough partner for him. I’m so sorry.” Katsuki said, bowing deeply once more.
The newlyweds shared a look and Nemuri placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Katsuki kun, it was a mistake. Of course you are forgiven. Besides, as you can see, we brought a backup just in case. We assumed that it would be our boys that would do something to knock it over, so we came prepared.” Nemuri chuckled.
Tamaki and Eijiro gasped. “Hey!” They exclaimed, causing them all to laugh.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Toyomitsu! I put your present on the gift registry table!” Kaminari said as he suddenly made his way over to the group, a piece of wedding cake on a plate in his hand. “Mmm, this is delicious!” He exclaimed, holding the fork to Hitoshi’s lips.
“Want some?” He asked. Hitoshi smirked, shaking his head. “I think I’m good for now. I’m a bit sick of cake at the moment.” He told him. Kaminari gave him a confused look. “Huh?” He asked, further proving that he wasn’t there when the chaos all went down.
“I’ll tell you later.” He told Denki, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek. Katsuki was ecstatic that his boyfriend’s parents didn’t hate him after everything that happened. Thank God for backup cakes, right?
Now, there was only one thing left to do, well besides enjoy the rest of the wedding. Four pairs of eyes matched with each other as Katsuki, Izuku, Shouto, and Hitoshi looked at each other, reading each other’s expressions.
“…I’m sorry.” They all said together, giving each other a big, warm, group hug. They were okay now, and that was the best possible outcome of the night. Well, if they didn’t have sore butts it would be better, but they would take what they could get—which now included a delicious piece of cake!