A Jack Production
You were an accident. You have four older siblings, the youngest of whom was fifteen when you were born. It was actually pretty nice in a lot of ways, but you also ended up with six people who thought they needed to supervise you, and who were willing to bust your butt when you got out of line.
Today, you're not only grown, but you're successful. You graduated with a degree in history, intending to teach. You did teach for a while, but you're also a published author, and you make enough money from your historical novels (mainly the horror, mystery, and romances you turn out to support your 'real literature') that you were able to quit teaching.
One of the benefits of your success is that you're able to watch your nephews during school breaks. A group of them are all bunched up in age, they all get along well, and you enjoy your time with them.
Most of the time.
Like you, however, each of them can be a handful, and you find it necessary to bust the occasional butt.
While you're generally pretty easy going, you do have a few rules, and one of the strictest is that your office is private and off limits. You have everything in their exactly as you like it, and they have plenty of space to enjoy themselves when they're inside. Further, while your computer is a bit nicer, they have computer access without going into your office. That's why, when you go in this morning, you're upset to see that things have been moved around.
You question the boys, and none of them admit to it. You really don't want to try to make them tattle on each other, and you don't want to punish the whole group, so you leave them in a bedroom with instructions for the guilty party to think about it, and why it would be better to admit it.
You go and calm down. You give them a time to think, and maybe for them to discuss things. After you've calmed down, you approach the door and hear talking. "No way, not all of us he won't."
You open the door to find...
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"We don't know who did it, Uncle," Tim, the groups' usual (smooth talking) spokesman tells you. "You'll just have to spank us all."
What's your next step?