Left to right, they're James, Jason, and Alex - all are 13.
They're still doing their best to make you insane, though. To be honest, maybe it is biological, since Alex is the best behaved of the three. Unlike his two brothers, he hasn't even had a spanking since last June, during which time the other two have made multiple trips - solo and duet - across your lap.
Normally you use hand when you spank (though you've always spanked bare bottom). You do use implements from time to time, if you feel the boys have pulled something exceptionally heinous, or if they've just been pushing the limits too long and hard. And boy, that's the case today.
You have a deadline, and you're way behind for various reasons. You normally leave your weekends free, but you told the boys you'd have to work this weekend. Of course, this is the weekend the weather chose to schedule cold weather and lots of rain, so the boys have been stuck inside.
Friday night, the boys were pretty well behaved (well, the actual term is 'gone', since they went with friends to see a movie). Since then, it's been getting worse and worse. Fighting and arguing, with each other and with you. Objections to every little requests. Disagreements over everything. Finally you send them to their rooms with two points of instruction. First, read! No screen time, no radio, nothing but books and quiet. Certainly no coming out or talking to each other (or interacting with each other in any way). Second, violations of one will earn the hair brush.
The boys blanch at that announcement, because it tells them exactly how far they've pushed you. The hairbrush is used rarely (but still much too often, in the boys' opinion).
Quiet reigns for an hour... two, and you're getting actual work done, when the peace is shattered by the sound of some rap music you're relatively happy not to recognize (and hope not to ever hear again).
Even as you march down the hall to demand the guilty party surrender himself for execution, the door to Alex's room opens. As he sees you coming, he looks sick. The other boys doors open, but they obviously look confused and surprised. You quickly shoe them back inside their own rooms.
Of course, you know better than to make blanket promises, but you were fed up with all the boys - even your good boy. And now you have to deal with him. He admits that he knew he was supposed to not be using electronics, but he had a school paper he needed to work on, and he decided that, since he was working on it, he might as well listen to some music. Then, when he went to get a paper he needed from his folder, he pulled the headphone jack out of the speakers, which is what brought you here.
So, Mr. 'you have to keep your promises', what do you do now?