Tonight Enough

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“You know that I’m going to spank you tonight, right?”

Edith’s heart immediately began to beat harder, and the air seemed dissipate from her lungs. Her eyes widened but then her brow knit together and she scowled.  “I didn’t do anything!” she huffed. They sat at the small dinner table together, having finished their meal a while ago.

”Who said you did?” Paul answered, nonplussed. “What does your statement have to do with my statement?”

Edith crossed her arms over her chest and glared. “Why—“ she began, and then she waited for the silence to stretch and for Paul to begin responding to say loudly over him, “—are you like this?”

He gazed at her for a moment and then casually put his hands behind his head, fingers interlaced, and said “I promise whatever spanking you think you want to earn right now will be worse than the one I was planning. Make good choices, Edy.”

She glowered, but kept her mouth shut for the moment. She had given him the power to punish or spank her as he saw fit, but she still struggled with it when he decided to do so.

He watched the conflicting emotions flicker across her face and decided not to make her wait.  He scooted his chair back, stood, and walked behind her. Without a word he lifted her chair just enough to move it well away from the table. “Hey!” she exclaimed, swaying a bit and regaining her balance. “You said tonight! It’s still evening!”

”I just decided it’s tonight enough for me,” he said, stepping around and offering his hand to her. She crossed her arms tightly and seemed to shrink as she tightened her body and looked away.

”Edy,” he said, his voice full of warning.  She groaned and still refused to look at him, but finished the frustrated sound by unwinding her arms. Her hands paused a moment to grab the chair and he could see her grip tighten around the edge of the seat as she summoned the will to take his hand.

She did it, though, and he smiled and said “Good girl.” She immediately began to pull away, so he sat quickly and used his weight to pull her forward and across his lap. She didn’t feel like a good girl yet, didn’t want him to see her that way. She needed to earn it. He knew how to make that happen.

”Paul!” she yelled as her stomach hit his thighs. She always said his name like that when she was angry, like some sort of ward against whatever he had planned.

”Edith,” he responded conversationally as he flipped her dress up to reveal her pink boyshorts with tiny white polkadots. She kicked her legs but he ignored that as he adjusted her position.

She hated it when he manhandled her, so he took the opportunity whenever he could. He wanted to push her, get this brewing tantrum out before it became any bigger and she earned a real punishment. Neither one of them wanted that but it was the path she would take if he didn’t stop it early.

Her underwear did little to cover her round bottom, at least in this position. He liked not waiting for her to give him a reason to spank her. She hadn’t even been terribly bratty today, though he could tell her temper was fragile. He had already planned to spank her though. He was in a mood himself.

”Alright, young lady, let’s see if you can mind your manners well enough to keep this short and sweet.” He was provoking her and they both knew it. It didn’t stop it from working.

”You are the WORST,” she yelled at the floor. He chuckled and lifted his hand, bringing it down with a loud smack. She gasped and struggled and he pulled her in closer as he continued spanking and she continued yelling and kicking.

”Paul! Paul!! You can stop. I get it,” she said a minute later. She was finding it harder to choreograph her movements: she wanted him to feel how strong she was but the involuntary jerking of her legs made her feel weak.

”What do you get, little girl?” he asked, his steady hand never wavering.

”I won’t have an attitude!”

”You didn’t have an attitude. I could tell you were in a bad mood, but you haven’t been rude or bratty.” He said this as casually as if they were talking over coffee instead of her over his knee.

She pounded his thigh with her fists, just hard enough to make her presence known, and he responded by spanking her even harder. She shrieked and attempted to wiggle off of his lap. He kept her easily in place as he continued to put much of his strength into his right arm. After several dozen swats, he began to speak again.

”I’m spanking you because I want to spank you. I think it will make you feel better and more relaxed after, but that is just a bonus. I think you’ll be snuggly and subby and especially well-behaved after, and I like those things, too. But that is not why.”

He never slowed down as he spanked her, never lessened the power behind the swats, but she managed to stay mostly quiet as he talked. She liked what he was saying; it made her stomach flipflop to feel so out of control.

”I’m spanking you because I like the way you fit over my lap. I like the noises you make. I even like the way you kick and wiggle, although if you don’t tone it down a little, I’m going to reach over and grab a spoon.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” she said, and he could hear the hardness slipping out of her voice. She wanted to be still for him, if she could and if it was what he wanted. She tried really hard, and he didn’t make it easy. He wanted her to feel this well into the night and tomorrow morning, so he put extra effort into her sit-spots and the tops of her thighs.

He enjoyed finding his rhythm, loved the feeling of his stinging palm and her hot skin and her weight against her legs. He liked that he didn’t have to worry about whether she liked it or not— and that in itself was good for her.

By time he was finished, there were raised striations along her thighs and her bottom practically glowed. He flipped her dress back down and allowed her to stand. She jerked the thin fabric back up so she could rub her sore backside, rocking onto the balls of her feet as she did so.

”Oh that was mean,” she said, but her glare had a twinkle that had been missing before.

”Was it?” he said, shaking his hand out a little.

”And I hate you,” she said, finally letting her dress fall back down and trying to right herself.

“You do?” he said, grinning at her.

”No, I don’t,” she said just as casually. “Thank you.”

Paul smiled even more broadly. “You are welcome, Miss Edy. You are very welcome indeed.”

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Moving Day

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Emma looked at her feet as she shuffled into the living room in a straight line between Oliver and Benjamin. The three of them stopped alongside the wall, in front of a long defunct fireplace and surrounded by boxes and scattered rolls of packing tape. They turned obediently about-face in the room’s center. Emma bit her lip nervously as she watched Danny move his arms across his chest and survey the three young adults. They’d been packing silently in separate rooms for over an hour. Danny didn’t want to deal with them until they were sober.

Emma glanced at the clock still on the wall and cringed. She couldn’t believe she was sobering up before three in the afternoon. She’d only gotten high a handful of times in her life, and never in the middle of the day and definitely never when she was supposed to be doing something else. It had just seemed so serendipitous, coming across the rolled joint in a glass on top of the refrigerator as she packed up the kitchen.

She’d brought it to Ben with a smirk, and his eyes had lit up mischievously. A friend had left it as a goodbye present for him, and he’d forgotten all about it.

“Oh this is going to make packing so much less boring,” he’d said, and Emma had laughed, assuming he was joking. He hadn’t been, though, and she had to admit that the idea of getting a little stoned sounded fun. She frowned as she thought about what Danny would say. He was out running a few errands, getting more boxes and grabbing take-out for them to eat later. Ben had just graduated, and he and Oliver were moving across the country, back to where Danny and Ben had grown up. They would all be in the same neighborhood now, and Danny and Emma were there to help pack up the UHaul and tow it west.

It had been like Ben could read her thoughts and he quickly said, “Let’s ask Oliver! OLIVER!!!” He yelled his boyfriend’s name suddenly, making Emma cringe and then glare at him. Oliver made his way into the living room from the bedroom and was quickly brought up to speed. Emma had honestly expected Oliver to put a stop to it then and there, but she had underestimated how persuasive Ben could be. She shouldn’t have been surprised; he was Danny’s brother, after all, and Danny could charm the pictures off a wall.

At least Oliver was also worried about Danny’s reaction; it was his first thought, too. Strategy one for Ben was teasing his boyfriend– “Oh come on, you aren’t scared of Danny, are you?” to which Oliver replied with no hint of shame, “Of course I’m scared of him.” Ben had rolled his eyes and Emma had giggled, but she’s also gotten butterflies in her stomach. She was on the same page as Oliver. Ben had switched tactics immediately, instead trying to convince them that Danny wouldn’t care anyway, and he did have a point… or at least, it had seemed like he had a point at the time.

“He seriously won’t! We’re not driving anywhere or going to a fancy dinner or any of the stuff that would get him worked up.”

Ben was probably right about that. If they’d all taken a hit or two and gone back to work, Danny likely wouldn’t have cared. But of course that wasn’t how it had worked out, or they wouldn’t be on the receiving end of an impending lecture, or an impending… Emma didn’t want to think the word, as if somehow that would bring it into being more quickly.

It turned out that it had been a very generous friend who had left the joint, and after only a hit or two of the strong stuff, the three lightweights caught with the giggles. Whatever ideas they had about continuing to work were out the window like the smoke they were blowing.

~   ~   ~

Emma was jerked out of the recent memory and out of line at the same time. She yelped and hopped as Danny’s left hand connected with her seat half a dozen powerful times. His right hand, which had pulled her forward by her bicep, gently guided her backwards and back to her spot. A hot blush rushed up her body, and she could feel the heat radiating off of her face. Her eyes pricked with tears— not at the swats (though she could still feel them), but at the embarrassment of being caught distracted and punished for it in front of the boys.

She dragged her wet eyes up to meet her boyfriend’s face, swiping at the tears quickly as she did so. His eyes were firm but not without sympathy, which helped her meet his gaze. “Pay attention to me please, Emma. You’ve had plenty of time for your own thoughts. Now you get to hear mine.”

“Yes sir,” she said quietly.

On Emma’s right stood Oliver, who had his hands behind his back and nervously rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was blushing almost as much as Emma, and would later tell her that Dan had said her name three times before swatting her. Ben stood to her right, his arms crossed defiantly in front of him. He alone seemed unsorry, and was more upset by the quick reprimand than she was.

Daniel stood very still, eyeballing each in turn as he considered what to say next. He noticed his brother’s defiant posture and focused his gaze in Ben’s direction.
“Do you have something you would like to say?” he asked.
Ben scowled and kicked at the old hardwood floors. “We still have plenty of time to get everything done.” He kept his eyes pointd toward the toe of his sneaker, glancing up at his big brother’s face only once and regretting it instantly. He doubled down on his sulky attitude, though, as he mumbled “You’re just mad because we did it without you.”

Emma felt her eyes rounding as she heard Ben talk. He was going to get Danny riled up, and they were all going to feel the consequences if he didn’t shut up.
“Benjamin,” came a voice from her right. She watched Danny’s mouth, which had likely been about to say same thing, close thoughtfully. She peeked up to see Oliver looking over her head at his boyfriend, his expression as stern as Danny’s. “Enough. Apologize.”

Emma’s eyes rolled over to Ben, who stood with his mouth gaping, looking like a fish out of water. He looked at Oliver, then at Danny, and back again. “But…” he whined.

“Now,” Oliver said, and Benjamin frowned prettily but said “Sorry, Danny.”

Oliver purposefully turned his attention back to Danny, standing as respectfully as possible and clearly prepared to continue being lectured. Danny nodded and said “Thank you,” though Emma wasn’t sure if he was talking to Oliver or Ben. She guessed both. Ben’s body seemed to visibly deflate as his shoulders sagged. His face lost the challenging expression he’d had as he fully embraced the pouting stage. She turned her attention back to Dan, who didn’t seem interested on dwelling on the exchange.

“You aren’t in trouble for smoking. With or without me,” he said dryly, and Benjamin had the grace to blush now. “You’re in trouble for completely abandoning the job we have to finish today. And you are in trouble for trying to hide it from me when I got back.”

All three of them squirmed at this. It had been an entirely useless attempt at deception. They’d reacted like a bunch of teenagers caught smoking in their parents’ basements instead of like three adults. Emma didn’t know what it was about getting busted passing a joint that made it feel so naughty. They’d heard Dan’s car pull up and had started fanning the room wildly with their arms, as if that would help anything, followed by a completely worthless attempt at acting normal.

Danny had been flustered. Flustered. She hadn’t known that was even possible before today. It hadn’t taken him long to recover, though, that was for sure. He seems to grow taller before their eyes. He wasn’t angry, exactly. Emma had seen angry. This was Danny at his most “oh, really?” as she called it in her head. He saw a problem that needed to be addressed, so here he was to address it.

“Did you get anything done while I was gone?” he’d asked directly, looking around at the half filled boxes and half emptied shelves. He held a plastic bag in each hand, filled with the sub sandwiches he’d gotten them for lunch. Which they still hadn’t gotten to eat.

Clearly they hadn’t, and she—

~   ~   ~

“Emma Grace,” Danny said, jerking her back to reality again. He looked so. mad. She couldn’t believe she’d let her mind wander again. He was going to murder her.

“Sorry, sorrysorrysorry!” she said quickly, as her hands covered her bottom. She resisted the urge to step behind Ben or Oliver, but barely. “I’m listening!”

”I think listening is proving too difficult for you right now. It‘s time for my hand to do the talking.”

Emma hated it when cheesy lines like that made her insides jump. Danny pointed to the corners behind them, one to the left and one to the right, and both currently emptied of furniture. “Oliver. Benjamin.” Emma took a step back. Oh, no. She was first.
Reluctantly, and with sympathetic glances in Emma’s directions, the boys turned toward their respective corners. Danny retrieved one of the old wooden chairs from the dining room and sat facing Emma. He held her in his gaze for a moment, his hands casually resting on his lap before raising one hand and crooking a finger at her.

She bit her lip again, a nervous habit that never seemed to relieve her nerves at all, and slowly shuffled to his side. He reached up, gently tipping her forward and across his lap. She wiggled a bit, settling herself, and he scooched her closer to his middle before resting his hand on her thighs, just below the hem of the dress she was wearing. She knew he wasn’t about to start spanking her that low but she still let out a worried moan. The hand slid up, pushing the thin material up her thighs and across her bottom to rest on the skintight black shorts she wore underneath. His right hand met the left, taking the bunched up material of her dress and moving it up and out of the way. Danny began to speak.

“You’re having an awful lot of trouble listening today, young lady.” The blush on Emma’s cheeks rose anew as he continued, “Not the best strategy for someone about to be spanked.”

”Dannnnyyy,” she whined, covering her face with her hands, effectively hiding from the floor. Her boyfriend patted her bottom affectionately, then adjusted his grip around her waist in a way she recognized.

Sure enough, the first swat cracked down seconds later, propelling her forward. Her hands fell from her face and landed in the floor, fingers splayed as she braced herself against the onslaught. Danny was methodical, covering every bit of her exposed bottom with his hard open palm. Emma was painfully aware of the boys in their corners and tried desperately to remain quiet, but it was a fruitless effort. She squeaked and yipped, unable to hold back her reactions as Danny spanked and lectured her.

”I expect better from you. I want you to have fun but we take care of our obligations first. And you had no business trying to keep up with the boys anyway, young lady. You know what kind of tolerance you have.”

This, for Emma, was the most embarrassing part. She felt like a kid, being reminded that she couldn’t quite hang with the older crowd yet. Danny was right, of course. He and the others all smoked more often than her, not that any of them were judging the others for it.

“You know better than to think you can get your work done and done well after you’ve been smoking.”

She did know better, and she felt like she shrank three sizes as he finished her spanking. As the last swats fell and he pulled up her underwear and shorts and began to rub her back, she knew her bottom must be glowing. He soon guided her back up to standing and stood as well, hugging her and kissing the top of her head. He didn’t wait long though before gently pulling away, cupping her face for a minute before pointing her in the direction of Oliver’s corner.

She stuck her bottom lip out, and he raised an eyebrow at her. That same pretty lip ended up in her teeth again and she turned and scurried toward the corner, but not fast enough to avoid one final loud pop to her now sore bottom.

She yelped and immediately covered her backside, looking back over her shoulder as she quickened her steps. “Come here, Oliver,” she heard Danny say, and she cast her eyes down as she saw him turn. She was so embarrassed by what had just happened and by what was about to happen that she couldn’t risk looking him in the face.

She saw his feet shuffle past hers as she plastered herself into the corner where he had been. She immediately jammed her fingers into her ears and shut her eyes tightly, though little good it did her. Within seconds she felt her wrists being grabbed and her arms being extended and rearranged, placed neatly on the small of her back. Then her dress was being lifted and clasped along with her wrists in one large hand, while the other came down sharply on her spandex shorts.

”Ow! Ow! Sorry! Sorry!” she squealed as he lit her up again.

”Show me how you stand in a corner, young lady,” Danny said behind her— too close behind her, in her opinion. No ill-will toward Ollie, but she wanted Danny back across the room as fast as possible. She snapped her feet together and clasped her hands loosely without moving them from her back when Danny released her arms. Again, her face radiated so much heat that she felt confident she could power a small appliance with the energy.

”Better,” her boyfriend said as she heard him walk back to the chair in the center of the room. “Now, Oliver,” he continued, and Emma could hear the jingle of Oliver’s belt. She cringed. Danny must be taking down his pants. “Let’s talk about some of the choices you made today.”

Unable to cover her ears, Emma heard Oliver groan, knew it was only a matter of time before—

Smack!

—the spanking started. The swats were loud and echoey from her spot in the corner, but not nearly enough to hide the grunts and yelps Oliver was emitting at regular intervals. Or Danny, as he scolded him.

“I expect you to make better decisions, young man. You are well-aware of the schedule we’re on, and what needs to be finished today. It was irresponsible, Oliver, and I expect better.”

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This Brush?

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Oliver lay on his back with an arm around Benjamin, who was snug up against him. He’d just gotten home from a trip out west, where he’d found an apartment for them to share at the end of May when they moved. His boyfriend was pressing him for details, but not about their new place or future neighborhood or the flight home.

”Did he make you stand in the corner?”

“No, he did not. Why are you so curious about what Danny did to me, huh? You lookin’ for a demonstration?” Oliver ran the hand behind Ben through his boyfriend’s hair affectionately, making sure he knew there was no heat behind the threat.  In truth he felt like Ben deserved whatever answers he wanted; Oliver had upset him and he had every right to be upset. If what he wanted was details, Oliver would do his best.

”Did he use the hairbrush?”

”Yes, you little miscreant. I’m sure you knew he would.”

”I didn’t!” Ben said, a little indignantly. “I didn’t know for sure you were gonna be in trouble.” He turned on the bed, sitting up a little and looking down at Oliver as he asked, “Does it still hurt?” His face was filled with such sweet earnest worry that Oliver couldn’t help but to lean up and kiss him quickly.

He winced dramatically with the movement, then winked as his head hit the pillow again. “Yes, it does. But not much. Only when I sit down too hard.”

Ben searched Oliver’s face a moment more before laying down again, his head on Ollie’s chest. “Well. You did deserve it.”

”Yes,” said Oliver, giving Ben a squeeze. “I guess I did.”

They lay silently for a few minutes before Ben said, “Did you cry?”

Oliver flushed a little, but he answered truthfully, “Yeah, I did.”

He felt Ben give a little shudder beside him as he said “He always makes me cry if he thinks what I did was dangerous, or if he thinks I’m screwing up my life somehow.”

”What’d you do?” Oliver asked, sensing something in Ben’s tone and suddenly curious himself.  In seconds he could feel the heat from Ben’s face through the thin fabric of his shirt, but he didn’t speak until Oliver nudged him.

”It’s so embarrassing though!” Ben whined into Oliver’s chest, but his boyfriend just chuckled.

“It’s all embarrassing, sweet boy. I’m beginning to think that’s half the point.” He kissed the top of Ben’s head.

”There wasn’t just one time,” Ben mumbled, but Oliver would have guessed that.

“But there’s one time you’re thinking of?”

“Maybe…”

~   ~   ~

Ben heard a noise downstairs and paused the video game he was playing to lean over and look out of his bedroom window.  FUCK.

Why?  Why was Danny’s car in the driveway?  He was in school three hours away and there was literally no reason for him to be here and this was not good this was so not good this was–

“Benjamin! Get down here.”

Ben scrambled up from his spot on the floor, looking around his room for no particular reason, panicked.  He was supposed to be in school right now, but with their parents in Switzerland or Kenya or wherever they were this week, he wasn’t even pretending to be sick.  Not that he needed much of an excuse when they were home; the smallest hint of a cough and his mother would cup his face and kiss his forehead and tell him to stay home and rest.  But today he just wasn’t in school.  And maybe he had skipped yesterday.  And the day before.

Danny’s voice traveled up the stairs again, “Benjamin Ryan!  Now!”

Ben took a deep breath and exited his room.  The stairs ended by the kitchen, where Danny was standing with his arms crossed, leaning back against the breakfast table.  “Why?  Why are you not in school?” he said as soon as Ben’s foot touched the bottom step.

Ben sat on the landing, crossing his own arms and looking away.  “Hello to you, too. I don’t feel good.”

Dan let the silence grow so thick that eventually Ben couldn’t help but look over at his older brother.  The muscles of Danny’s clenched jaw were twitching, and Ben was afraid his head might actually explode.  That would be hard to explain to their parents.

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“Wait so when was this?” Oliver asked.

“Senior year.  Not too long before graduation because it was Danny’s spring break.  Ours was two weeks earlier.”

“He was in grad school already?”

“Yeah, Mr. Over-achiever finished undergrad a year early and went straight back to school.”

“Got it got it.  So then what happened?”

~   ~   ~

“I am not Mom.  Or Dad.  Try again,” Danny finally ground out.

“Well they don’t care so why do you care?” Ben pouted.  It was the wrong thing to say.  He barely had time to eek out a “Wait I didn’t mean it!” before Danny was hauling him up with one strong hand on the younger boy’s bicep and swatting his backside with the other.  Dan didn’t dignify the comment with a verbal response, but Ben got the message loud and clear.  He was cognizant of his yelps echoing up the stairwell as the spanking went on and on.  With a final almighty whack, he was deposited back on the steps.  He immediately shifted left and right, sliding his hands under his stinging backside and grateful he was still in the sweatpants he’d worn to bed.

Danny squatted in front of him, not looking the least bit mollified.  “Don’t try that again, Ben.  I mean it.”

Ben nodded silently; he’d regretted it the moment the words had left his mouth, and not just because of the immediate repercussions.  Despite the occasional teenage resentment, Ben knew exactly why Danny cared, and how much.  They’d had their share of heart-to-hearts over the years.  Their parents loved them, but they both traveled for work and just as often for pleasure.  When they were home, both were so conflict avoidant that Ben never faced any consequences for whatever had happened in their absence.

Ben wasn’t mature enough yet to wonder at what it must have cost his brother to step into his role as a third parent so early, but he was old enough to be grateful.  Usually.

Dan stalked back to the kitchen table, resuming his earlier stance and gazing at his little brother with stern, forbidding eyes.  Ben leaned his head against the wall and sulked.  He didn’t care in this moment what motivated his brother.  He just knew that his week of staying home playing video games and staying up late was over.

“Do you know how many days you’ve missed this year?” Danny finally asked.

“I dunno… like eight?”

Dan glared at him.  “Try twenty.”

~   ~   ~

Twenty?!  How did you get away with twenty absences?  We could only have three unexcused ones before they sent someone to your house!”

Ben had the grace to blush as he traced the pattern on Oliver’s t-shirt with his finger.  “Well most of them were excused because my mom would get a doctor’s note.  Plus I went to private school so it’s a little easier to get away with things there.  But it also makes it a little easier to bend other rules.  Danny was getting cc’d on all the communications to my parents.  That’s how he knew I’d been out of school three days in a row.”

Oliver shook his head.  “I would have murdered my sisters if they’d had twenty absences.  Were you ever even sick?”

“Maybe once or twice, but not really.  It was actually a pretty sweet deal.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, though Ben wasn’t able to see it.  “Okay, high school me would have been jealous.  But high school me also didn’t have a Danny.”

“High school you was lucky.”

~   ~   ~

“Stand up. Put your nose in the corner,” Danny said abruptly. He pointed to the landing corner, before the stairs turned sharply right. Ben stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?!” he said finally, then immediately stood and scrambled backward as Danny started to walk toward him. His brother stopped at the bottom of the three steps leading up to the landing. Ben was plastered to the wall, eyeing the upper floor shrewdly as he said “I’m not a little kid! You can’t put me in time-out!”

~   ~   ~

“You yelled that at me last week,” Oliver said, laughing. Ben jerked his head up off of his boyfriend’s torso and glared down at him.

“I did not!”

Oliver merely raised his eyebrows in response.

“Are you finished interrupting?” Ben huffed.

“I am, I am, please continue,” Ollie placated him, rubbing his back as he settled back down. It wasn’t worth pressing at the moment.

~   ~   ~

It hadn’t been the most obedient five minutes Ben had ever spent in a corner, but it was the first time.  He’d stomped and fidgeted and banged his head lightly against the wall. He’d let out a long dramatic sigh.

He’d let out several long dramatic sighs.

When Danny did call him, it was from the living room.  Ben trudged in, hands in his pockets, trying to portray a nonchalance he didn’t quite feel. His brother sat in one of the two floral-patterned fauteuil chairs, and gestured for Ben to sit in the other. Ben did, slouching in response to Danny’s straight backed posture across from him.

Danny didn’t look much less annoyed than he had earlier. Ben didn’t care. He knew what was about to happen, knew it was inevitable, and now just wanted Danny to know how little he cared.

”Sit up,” Dan said immediately, and perhaps predictably (though Ben would have vehemently denied that he was purposefully antagonizing the older boy). Ben rolled his eyes, but complied. Dan continued to speak. “I’m not going to waste much time talking about why you should be in school right now. We’ve been over it. And over it.”

Ben rolled his eyes, pointing them skyward and ignoring his heating face as he forced himself to say “Just get it over with.”

”Look at me, please,” Danny replied. With an exaggerated turn of his head, Ben looked back.  Danny was reaching for a box that lay on the small round table between the two angled chairs. He opened it as he spoke, extracting a solid oval hairbrush with a dark finish. “I got this on the drive here, at an antique store off the highway.”

He didn’t explain it further. He didn’t need to. Ben’s chest was tight and he couldn’t take his eyes off the wooden hairbrush. Danny had threatened, on more than one occasion, to buy a one. Ben never thought it would actually happen.

”I’m finished explaining to you why it is so important for you to do your best. For you to behave yourself. For you to continue to do well in school. You’re going to have to grow up a little and figure that out on your own. And I’m confident you will.

“Today I’m going to give you one very good reason for you to do all of the above.”

”You can’t… you can’t hit me with that,” Ben said. He had intended to sound surly, but he came nowhere close.

”I can, and will, be spanking you with this hairbrush, Benjamin. Today, and any day you miss school until graduation. If I have to drive three hours to do it, I’ll drive three hours to do it. If I have to miss class to take care of you, that’s a second spanking before school the next morning.”

Ben tore his gaze away from the brush and gaped at his brother, not wanting to believe him but knowing he meant every word. The fire in his eyes had been replaced with grim determination. Ben watched him scoot toward the edge of his chair, a small step in the direction of doom for Ben’s bottom. “Time to ‘get it over with,’ as you requested.”

Ben leaned down, elbows on his knees and face in his hands. He rubbed his eyes, a useless attempt to wake up from this nightmare. And to stall for time. What were his options? He could run, but Danny was faster. He could fight, but Danny was stronger. He could argue, but Danny was grabbing his arm and pulling him over and—

And then it was happening, he was  horizontal over Danny’s lap and his pants were pulled down to his knees, with nothing left to do but accept the inevitable, though Ben’s interpretation of “accept” left lots of wiggle room. Ben groaned and then Danny’s hand landed, and then it didn’t stop landing for a very long time.

Ben refused to make any more noise at first, but as the heat in his backside began to build, he found himself banging the floor in frustration. Danny didn’t notice or didn’t care. His hand never slowed. “This isn’t fair! I don’t deserve this!” he yelled out, and Danny did seem to notice that because he paused to yank Ben’s boxers down to join his sweatpants. “Ahh!” Ben called out as the pain increased. “Just stop!”

Danny said above him, with all the patience of Ghandi, “I have only one point to make today, Benjamin. But I don’t think you’re ready to listen yet.” Oliver felt the strength of the swats increase and he yelled out again, then flung his hand back in a vain attempt at stopping the spanking, even momentarily. Danny trapped it with ease, not being inexperienced with this move, and continued with yet another round of searing swats.

“I’m ready to listen! Danny! I’m ready to listen!” Ben finally broke, but nothing changed. He tried again a minute later, as his legs scissored wildly, “I’ll go to school! I won’t miss any more days! Even if I’m sick!” but there was still no pause in the steady onslaught. Every inch of his butt hurt, not to mention the tops of his thighs. He never thought he’d miss the lecture part, but at least it generally made Danny slow down. “I won’t ever be late again! I’ll show up early! Danny I swear just stoooooopp!” he whined desperately.

This seemed to have the opposite effect from what Ben wanted, though, as Danny began concentrating all of his very powerful efforts on the undercurve of Ben’s backside and the tops of his thighs. Ben screeched and flailed, and finally did get another pause, but only to hear Danny’s voice, deadly quiet, advising him to be careful with his kicking feet.

”How? I can’t help it!” Ben said. Danny shifted Ben’s body forward, across one knee, and threw his leg across Ben’s.

“I think this is going to be necessary anyway today, so we might as well start now,” he proclaimed as he started in again on Ben’s hot and swollen backside. The swats were no harder but now the skin and muscles of Ben’s backside were pulled tight and the impact seemed to quadruple.

Ben was starting to feel a lot of regret about a lot of things; there was no room in his mind to worry about his impending date with the hairbrush. He didn’t even remember to be mad at his brother, he was so desperate to be out of this situation.

Eventually the swats did slow and then stop, and Danny released Ben’s hand so his own would be free to rub the boy’s back. Ben’s eyes were full of unshed tears as he soaked up the comfort he was given. “I’m sorry” he choked out, his attitude completely gone as he lay there, his rear end throbbing and sore.

Danny continued to rub his back as he said, “I know you are, kid. You always are in this position, and I think you genuinely mean it at the time. And then you forget.”  Ben felt Dan reach over to the table, and then felt the smooth finish of the new hairbrush glide across the taught skin of his backside. He started struggling immediately, but Danny grasped his wrist again and easily kept him in place as he continued, “I’m going to give you something you better not forget. You might forget all the reasons, but you better remember what this feels like, because it will happen again when and if it needs to.”

”I won’t forget! Please Danny, I won’t, I get it, I’m sorry,” he babbled, tears finally dropping on the hardwood floor in anticipation of the hairbrush landing. But it didn’t stop it from coming. Danny brought the hairbrush down firmly on Ben’s backside, first the left cheek and then the right, slower than before but hard, until Ben’s bottom had been thoroughly punished with the implement. And then he brought it down six more times, three to each sitspot, each swat deliberate and forceful.

Ben was a mess when it finally ended and he was pulled up to sit in Danny’s lap, where he clung to his brother, crying and apologizing and assuring him that he would never need to use the hairbrush again.

~   ~   ~

”This hairbrush?” Oliver asked, idly reaching over to the nightstand where they kept the antique.

”That hairbrush,” Ben said disdainfully, looking up to see it in his boyfriend’s hand.

”Never again, huh?” Oliver asked teasingly as he returned it to its spot.

”Well I hadn’t really figured out how terrible and mean Danny is. And don’t even get me started on you! I hadn’t met you yet.”

Oliver rolled over, quickly placing himself on top of Ben, his knees on either side of his boyfriend’s waist. “And what is so wrong with me, little boy?”

Ben grinned up mischievously. “I said don’t get me started! You are the most—“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Oliver cut him off with a kiss.

”Sorry,” he said when their lips parted, his hands now planted along side Ben’s face, supporting his torso. “I thought you might be about to say something you’d regret.” Ben giggled, then Oliver asked, “Did you miss any more days?”

”No! Would you have missed any more days?!”

Oliver looked up and tick-tocked his head in an exaggerated show of contemplation, thinking about the last three days and the replacement hairbrush Danny had found. “No, I don’t think I would have.”

With Little Brother’s Approval

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Oliver grabbed his suitcase from the carousel and headed toward the airport exit to wait for his ride. He was scoping out apartments for he and his boyfriend back west; Ben was in his last semester of college and couldn’t take off for the trip.  He tossed his sunglasses on as he left the fluorescent gray tiles for the outside. If all went well, they’d be making their way across the country shortly after graduation at the beginning of May.

He smiled as he spotted Ben’s brother, Danny, pulling up in his red Civic.  Two minutes later, Oliver had stashed his suitcase in the trunk and was buckled into the passenger seat, chatting away with his semi-in-law.

Oliver missed having Ben there, but he was also excited to hang out with Danny and Emma. Oliver knew Ben idolized Danny, and it was easy to see why— Oliver idolized him a little himself, truth be told. Even now, idly catching up on their respective lives, he felt like Danny really cared about him as a person, and not just an obligation as his brother’s significant other. It made Oliver feel special.

~   ~   ~

Dinner with Danny and Emma was a simple affair at their home. They laughed through the meal and then through several glasses of wine before heading to bed. Oliver didn’t have any appointments until the next afternoon, so he was excited to sleep in. He called Ben, recounting his plane ride and exchanging the trivialities of their days, then drifted off, completely content and carefree.

~    ~    ~

The next morning Oliver had the house to himself, and decided to have coffee in the backyard at the small table there. It was still cold back home, but here it was sunny and relatively warm.  Humming birds darted up occasionally to drink from the red feeder they had up, and he could hear the hum of bees in the bushes nearby.

Bees. Shit.

Oliver felt his stomach drop as he clearly visualized his travel epipen sitting on his nightstand at home. He had gotten it out to check the expiration date, and then… that is where it must still be sitting. He took a sip of his coffee as he thought about what he should do.  He’d double check his bag when he went inside, of course, but he felt confident that he’d forgotten it.

The background buzzing suddenly sounded foreboding instead of welcoming, and Oliver rolled his eyes at himself. The pen was for emergencies, and he wasn’t going to have any emergencies. He’d only ever used the thing once, years ago, on a camping trip with his family in high school. He still kept one in his car and his briefcase, but he didn’t have either of those with him, and that was… fine. It was fine, he told himself firmly. He was 26 years old now. He didn’t have any food allergies, only stings to worry about, and he just wouldn’t get stung. How often did adults actually get stung anyway? Never.

Close to never.

Still, as a precaution, he decided to finish his coffee inside.

~     ~     ~

The day passed without incident, as did the morning of the next one.  Oliver had lunch with Danny, who was working from home. In the afternoon Dan went upstairs to continue working while Oliver got back on the phone with Ben, discussing the apartments he’d viewed. They made lists of pros and cons over Skype and went back and forth on some of their options for a while before tabling the talk for the next day and after the last two appointments.  It was when their talk turned to chitchat that Ben absentmindedly reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the epipen Oliver had left there, holding it up to the camera and saying “What’s this about, by the way? Did you switch it out with the one in your briefcase?”

Oliver glanced at his own guilty face in the phone screen as he hesitated to answer. That was all it took for Ben to put two and two together and he practically screeched, “You didn’t bring one?!”

“I don’t know why I didn’t stick it back in my bag. I was just checking the date and got distracted.”

Ben crossed his arms and scowled. “Well did you already call in a new one?”

”I think I can survive two more—“

”Or how about not a chance, mister!” Ben said, cutting him off. “You wouldn’t let me check the mail without an epipen in my pocket if this was me.”

Oliver scowled right back at his partner. Ben was 100% correct, which was irritating in this moment. “Well it’s not you, and my insurance doesn’t cover a replacement, and it was stupid to leave it home in the first place.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “So you’re gonna punish yourself for being forgetful with anaphylaxis?”

”No, Benjamin, because I’m not going to get stung in the next 48 hours.”

”But if you do, Oliver, you should have an epipen! It’s for emergencies! You never know!”

”Drop it, Ben. Please? It’ll be fine.”

”Get a replacement. Do it or else.”

Oliver’s eyebrows raised a bit challengingly. “Do it or else what?” he asked, calling Ben’s bluff. He knew Ben was right, but he couldn’t help digging his heels in for some reason. He did not want this to be a big deal.

”Do it or else…” Oliver watched Ben’s eyes narrow as he tried to come up with an acceptable threat. It didn’t take as long as Oliver would have guessed. “Do it or I’m calling Danny.”

Oliver’s eyes went wide, giving away how effective this was before he could control himself. He could picture Danny’s look of disapproval, and it made every muscle in his chest tighten. And he might even see fit to…

“Do not call Danny!” Oliver hissed. How disappointed did Danny have to be before he decided to take action? Oliver didn’t want to think about that part. “I’m serious. He’s busy and he’s not gonna care anyway.”

”Ha!” Ben said. “He likes you more than he likes me. He is definitely going to care.”

”He does not!” Oliver said, offering no real defense otherwise.

”Promise to get a new epipen tomorrow.” Ben looked smug, knowing he had the upper hand for once and enjoying it thoroughly.

”Ben, I am not going to—“

”Your funeral. I gotta go. Got a phone call to make so I can take care of my stubborn boyfriend.”

“I’m serious, don’t you—“

”It’s for your own good! Love you!”

”Ben! I swear—“ And then he was talking to a blank screen.

Oliver grabbed his pillow and yelled into it. “Fuuuuuuuccck!!!!”

Riiiiiiiinnnnngggg

The landline! Oliver scrambled out of the guest room and into the kitchen, where he grabbed the portable phone from its holder before it could ring a second time. “Ben!” he whispered into the reciever, only to hear his boyfriend reply, “Sorry, must be a wrong number!” before the solid click of disconnection.

Oliver huffed as he put the phone back down. He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, then realized how pouty he was being and uncrossed them again.

He didn’t have long to wonder what was going to happen next before “next” came walking out of his bedroom door. Oliver looked up to the indoor balcony to see Danny standing there, still in his slacks and button-down from work, though the cuffs were undone and his shoes were off. He seemed confused as he looked down at Oliver, one hand on his hip and the other holding his phone to his ear.

Oliver had no idea what exactly Ben was telling him, but he could see the muscles in Danny’s face tightening as he listened. His gaze down on him felt less questioning and more menacing, too. Oliver wondered if he could just melt himself into a puddle, perhaps Alex Mack himself out of this situation, but then Danny was hanging up the phone and walking down the stairs. Oliver straightened up a little, trying desperately to act normal. “Hey. How’s work going?”

Danny put his hands casually in his pockets as he reached the bottom floor. “Work has been fine. I was interrupted by a phone call.”

”Oh yeah?” Oliver said, in a voice that sounded too high to be his own.

“Mhmm,” Danny continued, impossibly calm. “That was Ben, asking me if I knew you had a bee allergy. Which I did know. You mentioned it last summer.”

”Oh yeah?” Oliver said again; he didn’t want to give anything away that Danny might not yet know.

”And then he asked me if I knew you usually carried an epipen, and I did not know that.”

“Usually,” Oliver answered weakly.

“What time is your first appointment tomorrow? I can run you by the pharmacy and then drop you off wherever you need to be before work. My schedule is flexible.”

Oliver tried to protest but no words came out when he opened his mouth. He took a deep breath and tried again. “I appreciate it, but I really think I’ll be okay. I just have two more days.”

Danny nodded slowly, seeming to consider Oliver’s point, but he just said out loud, “I think I would feel better if you had one for those two more days.”

Oliver could only keep Dan’s gaze for a moment before his dropped to the floor. He was frustrated but knew defeat when he saw it. At least he didn’t seem to be in any sort of trouble. He sighed and mumbled, “This is why I didn’t tell anyone.”

When he glanced up again, Danny’s eyes had narrowed. He was setting his phone on the kitchen counter, and then slowly rolling up his loose shirt sleeves as he spoke. Oliver swallowed, though his mouth was dry.

“How long did you know that you ‘didn’t tell anyone?’ I was under the impression that this was a new discovery, Oliver.”

The younger man swallowed again. He tried to think of a way to avoid the question; his own conscience wouldn’t allow him to lie. The silence became heavy, but Dan made no move to hurry him or make it easier in any way.

Finally, reluctantly, and looking back at the kitchen floor, Oliver said, “The day after I got here.”

When he glanced back up, the planes of Danny’s face somehow seemed sharper and his hands were on his hips. He held Oliver firmly in his gaze until the younger man visibly squirmed.

“I’m fine though? Nothing happened?” Oliver didn’t know how to force the question from his voice. “So it’s no big deal?”

“Do you have any idea what I would do to my brother if he were in your position right now?”

Oliver could feel his heart trying to beat out of his chest, but he answered tentatively, “Yes. Sir.”

“You may not be my little brother, but you might as well be, Oliver,” Danny continued, and Oliver was overwhelmed with what that meant to him— the good implications and the bad. He felt the muscles in his backside tense involuntarily as Dan asked, “Do you feel the same way?”

He nodded mutely.

“So do you understand what’s about to happen?”

He nodded again, but this time it was met with a firm “Aloud, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver practically whispered. He had, on some level, been worried about Danny finding out and punishing him since the moment he realized he’d forgotten it. And he had, on some level, been worried that he wouldn’t. Now that the moment had arrived, he was only worried about how much this was going to hurt.

“But I can just go get one tomorrow,” he offered feebly. Danny looked amused as he said, “We will definitely be getting one tomorrow. What does that have to do with the spanking you’ve earned yourself, Oliver?”

Is this how Ben feels whenever I use his full name? Oliver wondered briefly. Danny somehow infused Oliver’s humble three syllables with all the formality of a British royal’s full name, no extension needed.

“We could just… do that instead? And not the… just do nothing today?” he finished lamely.

“I think you know me better than that, Ollie,” Dan said with some affection. “Meet me by the sofa.”

Oliver didn’t know how he was going to accomplish that when his shoes were suddenly made of lead. He glanced at the door, but without looking back from his walk up the stairs, Danny said “You should ask Ben sometime how often running has worked out in his favor.” Oliver had never understood his boyfriend’s grumbles about his know-it-all brother until this moment.

He forced one foot in front of the other, until he made it to the couch. Before he even thought to wonder where Danny had gone, he was back and sitting on the arm, one leg draped unceremoniously across the length of it while the other was planted on the floor. Oliver stood in front of him, heat radiating from his face and neck. It had been a really long time since he’d been on this end of the equation. He was overdue, he knew that, but it didn’t make his immediate prospects seem any less grim.

Before Oliver could really settle into dwelling on this, a fresh embarrassment occurred.  “Undo your belt and unbutton your slacks, please.” He did so, fumbling with his buckle with clumsy fingers before finally getting it loosed.  Almost immediately, Danny was grabbing his arm and hauling him across his thigh.

Oliver wasn’t a small man but Danny handled his body as if he weighed nothing, adjusting him forward and pulled snugly against his waist. Oliver grabbed a couch cushion in which to bury his face and stretched out his legs, trying to reach the floor. His toes touched down on the hardwood, but barely.

He couldn’t help the small moan that escaped him when Dan yanked his pants down next, pulling them to his knees before he left them alone. Oliver felt the warmth from Danny’s right hand on his waist, close to his hip. Seconds later he felt the warmth from his left as it rested on his white underwear. He tried to make out the individual fingers, tried desperately to distract himself from what was happening, but then the warmth was gone and then owww!!!

That was the last thinking Oliver did for a while; if Danny was talking, he didn’t hear it.  He was barely aware of his own muffled voice as he made pained noises into the pillow, and even less so of the constant thuds of Danny’s palm  connecting with his backside. He was aware of the pain and heat rapidly building in his hindquarters, and of his feet scrambling for purchase only to lift off again moments later. If he had been on the outside looking in, he would have described the spanking he was receiving as “thorough.”

He felt Danny spanking him from the end of his tailbone all the way down to the tops of his thighs. The hardest swats all landed on the roundest part of his bottom, though. Danny would linger there, blasting one spot after another with a dozen searing smacks in the same place.

When the spanking stopped abruptly several minutes in, Oliver reacted out of pure impulse, reaching back immediately to grab the elastic band of his Fruit-of-the-Looms.  He hadn’t planned to interfere, but he knew what was coming and it scared him. Danny patted his hot bottom, a small gesture of understanding, but then used his other hand to firmly break Oliver’s grasp.  He kept a hold of Oliver’s wrist, pinning it alongside the younger man’s body, before pulling his underwear down.

Oliver kicked his right leg, frustrated. His pants slipped down to his ankles. “I’ll get a new one tomorrow! You don’t have to do this!” he said desperately. From above him, Dan’s voice told him calmly, “We’ve been over this, young man. It will be taken care of first thing tomorrow. What we have not been over,” and his hand lifted and fell again with a resounding smack, “is why this is important to me” –smack– “and Ben,” –smack– “and should be important to you.”

Ahhhh!!” Oliver held the pillow now with his free arm, his face smushed against the seat cushion and facing the room. Danny quickly resumed a steady tempo, slower than earlier but no less potent as he spanked Oliver’s bare and reddening bottom. Oliver found that now he couldn’t help but concentrate on his words.

”I’m unhappy that you forgot your epipen in the first place, Oliver, but that I understand. You’re human. Sometimes things don’t go as planned.

“Which is exactly why it is so important for you to correct mistakes like these when you recognize them. You didn’t plan to forget your epipen, which could one day save your life.”

“I’m sorry!” Oliver yelled, but Danny continued spanking and lecturing as if he hadn’t heard him.

”And we let the people who care about us help when they can. We do not hide from each other. I would not think less of you for an easy mishap like this. I would be very upset if something serious happened to you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir yes sir!” Oliver said, breathing heavily and unable to stop from moving his hips this way and that.  The tops of his thighs already felt swollen from the attention they were getting.  He couldn’t believe now that he hadn’t come to Danny immediately, or just gotten a new prescription. They were expensive but not something he couldn’t afford. Definitely cheaper than the price he was paying now.

The spanking stopped again, and Oliver’s shoulders dropped as relief flooded through his body. He knew Danny’s hand was resting on his bottom again; the idea that he could discern individual fingers was out of the question now. But it was over. He had survived. Danny released his wrist.

”Reach in front of you, please, and hand me the hairbrush.”

Oliver turned and pushed his face down into the sofa. That’s why Danny had been on the stairs! It was not over, and he would not survive. Not a chance. A single dry sob made his lungs jump.

Slowly, though, he reached up and grabbed the solid wooden brush and handed it back to Danny before gathering both of his arms around the pillow again.

”Good,” he heard Danny say. “Thank you.”

Oliver took a deep breath, letting the small praise bolster him, and then the hairbrush lifted and fell squarely on his right cheek. He cried out and jerked forward, just as a matching swat hit his left cheek.

They came steadily after that, in pairs, hard and deliberate and awful. Oliver banged his fist into the couch after the sixth one, and let out a howl through his gritted teeth after the eighth.

“Four more, Oliver.”

Oliver whimpered, but they came down regardless. Tears that had been suppressed finally fell, leaving dark brown trails down Oliver’s cheeks. Then he heard the clatter of the brush being tossed gently onto the coffee table and his underwear were returned to his backside. Danny stood, pulling Oliver up with him, then turned and gently nudged Oliver back down to sit on the sofa arm he had just evacuated.

Oliver winced just at the feeling of cotton across his tender skin, but appreciated that he could scoot far enough back to avoid sitting on his punished bottom and thighs. He found his balance and turned to dive into Danny’s open arms, his breath hitching as he was hugged.

”Next time, Oliver, wha—“

”No next time,” Oliver interupted. “There won’t be a next time.”

Dan smiled as he rubbed the boy’s back. He wondered if Oliver meant the epipen incident or the spanking. He felt quite confident that there would indeed be no “next time” in regards to the former. As to the latter… well, he supposed time would tell.

No Free Parking

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Oliver was sitting in his bed answering some work emails from his laptop when he heard the door of the apartment open and shut forcefully.  Ben had just gotten home.

“But I don’t want to talk about it!  I didn’t know they would go to your house,” he heard Ben say, clearly on the phone.  Oliver assumed it was a call from Ben’s older brother.  He didn’t know anyone else that caused Benjamin to whine like seven year old.  He tried to re-focus on his computer, but Ben’s voice grabbed his attention again.

“I’m not irresponsible!  I just forgot to pay them.”

Hmm.  Oliver tried to concentrate again, but this time the interruption was a loud thunk against the other side of the bedroom wall.  He raised his eyebrows, shut his laptop, and got out of bed.  He paused in the doorway, looking into the living room and at his boyfriend, who was turned away, looking out the window with his arms crossed and his shoulders tensed.  Oliver took in the black scuff on the white apartment wall, then bent down to pick up the phone from the carpet.  Ben heard the movement and spun around, eyes wide, clearly surprised to not be alone.  Oliver gave his boyfriend an appraising look, then glanced at the phone.  “You’re lucky you have this case.  Looks undamaged.  Your brother is texting you,” he said as he read from the lock-screen previews.  “It says ‘one.'”

“Nooooo,” Ben said, actually stomping his foot as the phone dinged again.  Oliver read it with all the threat he knew it implied: “Two.”

It was like pressing fast-forward on an old VHS tape.  Ben suddenly scrambled across the room, practically snatching the phone from Oliver’s hand and then mashing the buttons to get his brother back on the line.  Ben glared reproachfully at Oliver, as if his boyfriend had anything at all to do with his dilemma, then squeezed his eyes shut as Dan apparently answered.  “I didn’t hang up on you!” he said quickly, and then with a guilty glance at Oliver, “I just dropped the phone.”

Oliver sighed and shook his head, then held out his hand expectantly.  Ben, still trying to talk his way out of trouble with Danny, shook his head.  Oliver snapped his fingers once, loudly, and Ben bit his lip and then said, “Oliver’s here.  He wants the phone.”  He handed it over.

“I’m putting you on speaker phone,” Oliver said briefly before doing so.  He walked toward the living room and set the phone on the glass coffee table.  Ben followed reluctantly, though instead of settling on the couch, he leaned against the wall nearby, arms stubbornly crossed again.

“Hello, Oliver,” came Danny’s voice.  “I was just talking to Benjamin about his fourth parking ticket.  The car is registered to this address and they keep coming here.”

“His fourth ticket?” said Oliver, his voice somehow managing surprised and stern at the same time. “No wonder he threw his phone at the wall.”

“He threw his phone?” said Danny, in a tone that could stop the sap dripping from a tree, then again directly to Benjamin, “You threw your phone?”

The look of betrayal on Ben’s face was almost too much for Oliver.  He felt a little bad about it, but there were no good reasons to hide that information from Danny and too many good reasons not to.  For one, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the phone throwing, either, and would be discussing it with his boyfriend moments from now.  For another, he could imagine the look on Danny’s face right this minute, and it wasn’t a look he wanted pointed in his direction.  No, thank you.  Not as long as he could avoid it.

There was silence as Ben looked away and refused to speak, then Danny on the line saying, “Could I have a few more minutes of Ben’s time?”  There was an obvious unstated follow-up thought, before you deal with his behavior?

“Sure,” Oliver said, taking the phone off speaker and then bringing it to Ben, who rolled his eyes dramatically before taking it.  “I’m soorrry,” he said into the receiver immediately.  Oliver had reached his absolute limit with that eye roll.  From behind, he put his hands on either side of Ben’s waist and gently pushed him toward the bedroom.  Ben only resisted being guided a little, mostly in an attempt to keep from interrupting Danny’s scolding and land himself in even more trouble.  He found himself facing the corner, and his free arm placed behind his back.  His mouth formed a perfect pout that nobody could see, and he resigned himself to just getting off the phone and away from this lecture as soon as possible.  “Yes, sir,” and “no, sir,” were soon the only responses Oliver could hear from the corner.

When Ben finally hung up the phone, he turned, only to find Oliver with his hand out again.  Ben’s mouth dropped open and he said as he handed over the phone, “But…”

“Turn back around.  You are not finished yet.”

Ben’s shoulders sagged but he did as he was told, though Oliver had to take his hands and return them firmly to the small of his back.  He had only recently begun to use corner time, and Ben knew the position he should be in.  Oliver knew better than to let Ben get away with any small defiance leading up to a spanking– and things were definitely leading up to a spanking– so that cost him his pants and underwear, too.

He let his boyfriend sit for a full five minute of silence before calling him out.  Ben flushed as he turned around, tugging at his button down and shuffling over to the bed, where he sat, looking pitiful.  Oliver crossed his arms and said sternly, “Four parking tickets?  And I haven’t heard about a single one of them?”

“But Ollie…”

“Not okay, Benjamin.  You do not get to hide things from me because you know I’ll be unhappy.”  His fingers slid down to the buckle of his belt, and he undid the clinking metal with one hand.  Ben tried to ignore the sound and the heat rushing up his face as he realized what was about to happen.  If Oliver was going to use his belt, he was also going to make Ben keep himself still.  Ben much preferred to be over his boyfriend’s lap– as much as he could prefer any sort of discipline– where he could kick his feet and have his hand restrained if he needed it.

Oliver was very intentional as he slid the leather from the loops of his jeans.  He doubled it in his hand and then gestured with the other for Ben to turn around and get into position.  The younger man stood and practically flung himself back on the bed, jeans drooping from his ankles. He buried his face in his arms, then kicked his feet fast and hard against the floor, giving voice to his frustrations.  Oliver let it go, knowing it wasn’t a show of resistance so much as a burst of energy that needed to be expelled.

He reached over and adjusted Ben’s clothes somewhat unnecessarily, inching his t-shirt up and his underwear down, making Ben feel more aware than ever of his bared backside.  “I’m not happy with your choices, little boy,” he said as he swung the belt lazily across the waiting bottom, lining himself up just right to do the job properly.  “One parking ticket isn’t a big deal, but four is a problem.” He swung the belt hard and watched it crack against Ben’s backside, watched the moment of impact as the muscles and fat curved and then righted.  “And not telling me is a problem,” he gave the belt another swing, “and throwing a tantrum and throwing your phone when you got caught is a problem.”  He found his rhythm as he lectured, and the belt began to fall rapidly, a steady pattern of sound emerging as it hit its mark over and over.

“Let’s talk about how you got those tickets in the first place.  Do you think the rules don’t apply to you, Benjamin?” –thwack– “That you are exempt?” –thwack–  “I’m afraid that is not the case, little boy.” –thwack– “There is nothing stopping you from leaving ten minutes earlier for class so you can find a legal spot.”

Ben made a frustrated noise into the bedspread, which he had wrapped up in his fists.  It might have been “Okaaaaayyy,” but Oliver ignored it.  He wasn’t looking for verbal responses.  He continued lecturing and spanking for several minutes before a pause, during which he ran his hand lightly across Ben’s slowly swelling backside and across his back.  Ben leaned into the touch, and spent the moment releasing the clutched blanket from his sweaty grasp.  They were re-tangled momentarily as Oliver began again.

“Since when is it okay to lie to me, Benjamin Kendrick?”

“I didn’t lie, Oliver!” Ben whined desperately, and for his trouble he got the next dozen searing swats across the tops of thighs.  “You’re telling me,” Oliver said in a deadly voice, “that you do not understand how lies of omission work?”

Ben shifted under the onslaught and backtracked immediately.  “I do!  I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.  I won’t do it again!”  Oliver moved the belt back up to Ben’s backside, but he put more force behind the swats.  He was not at all happy with that outburst, and Ben could feel a difference in the spanking as his boyfriend scolded him about lying, and then about throwing the phone.

Oliver watched Ben’s hands and feet as he laid down lick after lick with the thick leather belt he wore most days.  He watched Ben grasp the blanket in tight fists, and as he dug his toes deep into the white carpet. He was surprised by how little sympathy he had for Ben, even as the younger man began to babble apologies and screech. He knew it was difficult for his boyfriend to keep his feet down, and he watched his body twist and turn under the onslaught. Ben kept his bottom available and in range, but barely. Oliver was proud of him for that.

He wrapped up the spanking with some especially hard licks to Ben’s sit spots, the lecture finished.  Ben wouldn’t have been able to hear it anyway, as he yelled through them all. When it was over, he was about as sorry as he could be for all of it.  His bottom throbbed along with his heartbeat, and he could feel that it was swollen.  He kicked off his jeans and left his underwear around his knees before curling up around Oliver, who had joined him on the bed.  Ollie kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head and rubbed his back.  He was still firm as he went over some of thing things his boyfriend had agreed to under what was definitely duress but would nonetheless stand.

“When will the tickets be paid?” he asked.

“Before bed tonight,” came Ben’s shaky reply.

“And if you do get another one? Which you better not, but…”

“I’ll tellll you,” Ben said, tucking his face into Oliver’s chest.

“And when is it appropriate to throw phones in this house?”

“Never,” Ben said, his voice muffled.

“Never is right,” Oliver said, and he kissed the top of Ben’s head once more.

 

Problem Solving

Standard

Jade stood over the sink in her kitchen with a stack of math worksheets in one hand and a lighter in the other. She hesitated for only a second, then gave into her impulse and flicked the rough metal dial. Moments later, acrid smoke filled the air as the white pages curled and twisted. She had to turn the stack slightly left and then right to keep feeding the flames; they seemed hesitant to devour the rows of formulas and numbers. She didn’t care. She wanted them all destroyed.

She was two weeks into the spring semester at the local university, and she already felt completely defeated. She’d had to pump herself up before even signing up for this one, especially knowing that this would be the first of several math classes she’d need to get her degree in business administration. She’d been doing online work all over Christmas break, and doing so well that she was almost ready for the class to start. The moment things became difficult, though, her usual insecurities began to settle in. She’d come a long way in conquering those, but math still made her aware of all her perceived inadequacies in a way no other subject could.

She waited until she could feel the heat on her fingers, then threw the faucet on full blast and dropped the charred papers into the water. She wrinkled her nose; it smelled terrible now. She cast a guilty glance at the front door. She didn’t want Lisa coming home to the smell of fire in her house. Again.

With a sigh, she opened the kitchen window and let the cold air fill the indoor space. She rubbed her arms against the chill, but didn’t reach for a jacket before cleaning up the mess. Her triumph had blazed and disappeared along with the small fire, and now she felt deflated.

~   ~   ~

By the time Lisa got home that afternoon, there was no evidence of the tantrum. She moped around the house as her friend and mentor graded papers and then made dinner. Lisa gave her a few “whenever you’re ready” looks, but she didn’t make a habit out of digging for answers. It was a trait Jade loved and hated in equal measures. She knew how the conversation would go anyway. Lisa would be sympathetic, but then she’d want to make a plan. Hire a tutor or download some new math app, along with a pep talk. Jade felt sulky just thinking about it.

She didn’t want a solution yet. She just wanted sympathy and someone to agree that math was dumb, class was hard, and all of it was pointless. That was the pep talk she wanted.

It was a long shot, but Jade couldn’t keep quiet. She poked her fork at her steamed broccoli and said quickly, “I’m like, failing math.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow, then said matter-of-factly, “You can’t be failing. It’s only been two weeks. But you’re having trouble with it?”

“I guess,” Jade replied, still attacking her plate.

“Have you talked to the professor?”

“I hate the professor,” Jade said without thinking. She made a face at her plate as she heard Lisa sigh, and was unprepared for the sharp “Hey!” from across the table. Her head shot up before she had time to look anything but guilty. Lisa made fierce eye contact and said, “Enough with the faces. And the pouting.”

“Okaaaay,” Jade said, blushing and looking at her plate again. She wondered briefly if she was going to have to say “yes, ma’am,” but Lisa kept talking. “Is there an actual problem with the professor? Is she not doing a good job?”

“He,” Jade said, and then, for no reason at all, “He’s terrible. He just gives us assignments without explanation. And if you don’t understand Monday’s work, you can’t do Wednesday. And then you can’t do Friday. But he just says ‘read the text book.’”

Jade’s face was so hot you could light a match off of it. She was oddly lucky that she had already been blushing, or Lisa would have noticed the deep red Jade’s dark skin became as she lied. She didn’t even know why she lied, except to distance herself from any blame for her predicament. The awful thing was that, deep down, she knew she had some responsibility. Her professor actually seemed pretty great. He offered to help anyone who needed it after every class. More than once, she’d felt his gaze boring into her during the announcement, and she’d squirmed in her seat.

He wasn’t much older than Jade, actually, and for some reason that made it more difficult for her to approach him. Instead, she channeled all of her resentment of math toward him, and it came spilling out now.

“Like I guess it’s just what college is. I don’t expect anyone to hold my hand.” She glanced up and saw sympathy on Lisa’s face. Perfect. Exactly what she wanted.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. That sounds really frustrating,” she said. “I haven’t done high level math in a long time, but maybe this weekend we can look over the material together and figure it out.”

Jade smiled. “Thanks.”

She actually did feel a little better. Maybe she’d just skip Friday’s class- she had torched the assignment anyway- and then reset herself this weekend. With that, she decided to put math entirely out of her mind until then.

~ ~ ~

Unfortunately, the weekend didn’t end up being very productive. Because Jade had destroyed the assignment and skipped class on Friday, she didn’t have very solid information to give Lisa about what they’d been working on. She couldn’t confess that, of course, so she just babbled about formulas and flipped randomly through her book, pointing at different problems and acting confused.

She had Lisa chasing her tail for an hour before she finally gave in. “I guess I can’t help if I can’t even figure out where to start,” she said, disappointed. “Ask him on Monday for specific page numbers we can look at, and I’ll figure it out then. I might talk to Jessie. She was always good at this stuff.”

Jade was profusely apologetic and acted downright rejected, but she was secretly relieved. For her, this felt like another great excuse to employ Out of Sight, Out of Mind. She would actually need to go to class next week, but if she just paid attention and maybe asked the girl who sat next to her some vague questions, she could probably figure it out.

~ ~ ~

Monday morning, Lisa found herself knocking on the wooden door leading into Dr. Kendrick’s basement office. She’d taken the day off work for a dentist appointment, and decided to use some of her free time to ask him a few questions. After the way Jade had described him, she wasn’t especially looking forward to meeting the professor, but she thought he could at least give her some resources as she tried to figure out how to help her friend.

“Come in,” came a warm voice from behind the door. Lisa walked in, extending her hand to the man behind the desk and trying to hide her surprise. She’d been picturing someone curmudgeonly, but he barely looked 30. “Hi, Dr. Kendrick? Can I steal a few minutes of your time?”

“Hi, yes, of course…”

“Lisa. Eckridge. Sorry, I’m not in any of your classes, but I’ve been helping a friend who is and could use a little help myself.”

“Nice to meet you, Lisa. Please, call me Danny. What exactly is it you’re looking for?”

“I thought maybe you could recommend some worksheets, or know of a good tutoring program through the school?”

“I have mountains of that sort of thing. Who’s your friend, if you don’t mind me asking? She may already have all the materials I have to offer, if she’s ever stopped by during office hours.”

Lisa’s brain was struggling to keep up as it re-solved the jigsaw puzzle of Jade’s school problems. Dr. Kendrick- Danny- was not the aloof old scholar she had been led to believe. He clearly cared that his students did well and tried to help them succeed. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Jade Cortez,” she said.

Her eyes opened in time to see the planes of Danny’s face shift and become stern, though all he said was “Ah.”

Lisa recognized the frustration in his expression; she was probably mirroring the same one back at him. She even thought she saw a little bit of “you know what that girl needs…” in his eyes, and she definitely understood that feeling.

He continued after a moment, “I’ve never seen Jade outside of class, and I don’t always see her in class. She was absent Friday, actually, which isn’t good when she’s already struggling with the material.”

“I see,” Lisa said. “She’ll apologize to you herself, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry if she’s been a pain in the ass.”

Danny’s expression softened a little. It seemed that he, too, was having to rewrite his first impressions. Lisa continued, “She’s smart. She just gets intimidated and then tries to avoid the thing that scares her, until it gets so big that she can’t fix it.”

A genuinely affectionate smile graced Danny’s face, and he said, “I know the type. And I get it. I’m glad she has someone like you willing to help.”

“Oh I’m gonna help alright,” Lisa grumbled, but there was no bite to it. It was still early in the semester, and Jade would be fine, once they got her back on track. And Lisa liked knowing this Danny Kendrick character. She felt an immediate connection to him, and she appreciated the time he was willing to put in for his students, even at the collegiate level.

He laughed, and said “Well class starts in a few minutes, so I actually need to run. Assuming Jade shows up, would you like me to send her to you? You’re welcome to use my office, and honestly she isn’t going to learn anything today. She’s going to have to catch up first. I can meet you back here after the hour, and we can discuss with Jade some of the study guides I recommend, or the tutoring program on campus.”

Lisa nodded slowly as she thought it over. “Yeah… yeah that would be great, actually… are you sure you don’t mind?”

Danny stood and grabbed his glasses from the desk along with his briefcase. “I don’t mind at all. There’s only one other office down here, and that professor has class until at least five this evening.”

“I really appreciate it,” Lisa said. She meant both the office space and the sly detail.

Danny reached out to shake her hand. “No problem at all. I’ll send her right down.”

And with that he left the office, leaving Lisa to wait for her little miscreant to arrive.

~ ~ ~

Jade was completely caught off-guard when Dr. Kendrick called her to his desk. Class was starting in a few minutes, and she had just been making her way to the back row. She was never late, because the last thing she wanted was extra attention. This was basically her nightmare.

“Yeah?” she said awkwardly. He stopped setting up the presentation for the projector and turned his full attention to her. She had liked it better when he was looking at the computer. She wasn’t sure before now that he even knew her name.

“Could you do me a favor, please, and go down to my office for me? There’s some paperwork in the top left drawer of my desk. The door is unlocked.”

“Okay,” Jade practically squeaked, and then she rushed out of the room.

It took her thirty seconds in the hallway to realize she hadn’t asked him where, exactly, his office was. She was too embarrassed to go back into the room, though, so she looked it up on the school’s website and then made her way down two flights of stairs, into a somewhat dimly little hallway that meandered its way past several storage rooms before ending in two office doors, directly across from each other.

The plaque on the right indicated it was the door she wanted, so she tentatively turned the handle and walked inside.

~ ~ ~

“Aww, crap.”

Jade stared at Lisa, who was sitting in the chair across from the desk that took up most of the back wall.

Feeling trapped, she took the offense: “Why aren’t you at school?!”

Lisa’s eyebrows shot up so high that Jade feared they might fly off. “Why do you think you get to ask questions right now, little girl?”

Jade crossed her arms, scowling. She once again felt herself reverting back to the stubborn teenager Ms. Eckridge had first met.

“Sit,” Lisa thundered, standing herself and pointing at the abandoned leather armchair.

Jade sat, arms still crossed, and looked pointedly away. Lisa took her chin and dragged her unwilling face back forward and said very slowly “Eyes. On. Me.”

She moved her hands to her hips as she got into full lecture mode. Jade shifted nervously, her attitude quickly slipping away. She felt small, swallowed up in the big chair while Lisa paced and scolded her.

“You completely mislead me. Not because you ask, but the reason I am here is to help you. I thought I might be able to find some resources so I could learn enough math to help you pass your class.”

Jade twisted one hand in the other, looking down guiltily at this, and then sharply back up at Lisa’s growl.

“And I didn’t mind that at all, until I found out that you haven’t put in the same effort. Not by half. I cannot believe you have not been down to this office before today, or that you skipped class on Friday. Knowing we planned to work Saturday.”

“But I was going to—“

“No. There is no ‘but’ here, Natalie Jade. You mislead me. I get the fear over the subject and I get the anxiety about talking to me, but I do not understand why you let me think one thing, know the truth was another thing entirely.

“You might not understand either. People do silly things when they’re scared. What you need to understand now, though, is that it won’t happen again.”

Every muscle in Jade’s stomach tightened. That was the tone Lisa usually used right before—

“Stand up, pants down, hands on the desk.”

Jade’s eyes went wide but she didn’t move. She opened her mouth and no words came out.

“Now. There’s twenty minutes of class left and then Dr. Kendrick will be back to talk to you. There’s no one else on this floor to hear a thing, but if he shows up and you’re still sitting in that chair, he’s going to witness me dragging you up and across my lap. Is that how you want this spanking to go?”

“No!” Jade said, scrambling up. Tears pricked her eyes as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, but there was no sympathy on Lisa’s face. Jade shoved her jeans down and bent over, gripping the edge of the desk. She was overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment, and at this point just wanted the punishment to begin so it could end.

She felt Lisa grab her boy shorts and yank them down well below her knees, then watched as her hand reached over to grab a sturdy wooden ruler that had been, up until this point, jutting innocently out of a desk organizer full of pens and pencils.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Lisa’s arm encircle her waist, then whack!

Jade would later reflect, as she observed the marks on her backside and tenderly felt the worst spots in her bedroom mirror, that the ruler wasn’t half as bad as the hairbrush. However, as it came down across her bare bottom in the basement office of her professor, she thought that it was the worst thing she’d ever felt.

Lisa didn’t hold back at all as she spanked the wayward student, keeping her secured as her feet occasionally lifted and ignoring the ow, ow, OWs that came as frequently as the swats she was applying. Jade couldn’t help herself from shifting left and right, but it didn’t seem to stop a single sharp swat from finding its mark. It was apparently the perfect sized implement for whaling on the crease between Jade’s bottom and thighs, which Lisa did with enthusiasm.

She usually didn’t consider herself the stoic type when it came to Lisa, but the office setting and the semi-public feeling of being at the college made Jade want to be as well-behaved as possible during her spanking. She was surprised to find that, even with all the will-power she could muster, it was a losing battle. No matter how much she deserved the punishment, she couldn’t keep herself from yelling and twisting. Big tears splattered on the desk, a slow trickle that seems to fall in time to the desperate “Lisa. Pleaaasse!” whimpers that escaped her mouth. Every time it felt like the ruler couldn’t come down harder, it did, until Jade could do nothing but plead and cry.

When it was over, finally over, Jade was convinced her bottom would never fit into her jeans again, though of course, miraculously, she was able to get them on. She wiped a hand across her eyes before sitting delicately down again in the armchair. Lisa squatted down next to her, looking up and resting her arms in the girl’s lap.

“Next time, tell me before things get this big and scary and we’ll make it not so scary together. And tell me the whole real truth. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jade replied shakily. And she meant it. She always did. Not just because she hated being spanked, though she did find it to be a great deterrent. She knew she’d disappointed her friend, and she didn’t want to do that again.

“Dr. Kendrick will be back soon, and we will figure this out. Okay?”

Jade nodded, still looking down.

“Okaaaaayyy?” Lisa said again, prompting her for a better answer. It worked, and Jade smiled. “Yeah, okay. Okay okay. We will. Thanks, Lisa.”

A Mean Spanking

Standard

Ben squealed as his boyfriend landed an especially sharp swat on the top of his left thigh.  His waist twisted as he tried for the third time to hurl his body off of Oliver’s lap and onto the floor.

When they had walked into the apartment earlier, Oliver had spanked Ben right through the living room and into their bedroom, quick swats that made him yelp and rush forward, but that was about all the warm up Ben had gotten.  His cries of “please?” and “wait!” and “can’t we talk about this?!” had been ignored completely.  Oliver had wasted no time yanking his boyfriend’s pants and underwear down to his ankles, leaving him standing there bared just long enough to reach over and snatch the hairbrush he’d started keeping in his nightstand.

Oliver’s firm grasp around Ben’s middle made this escape attempt no more successful than the others, but it did disrupt the steady rain of swats that had been falling.  Ben would call that a small victory.

“One more time, Benjamin, and you won’t be able to wiggle more than your toes,” Oliver said in a firm voice, followed immediately by a swat to Ben’s right thigh.  Ben kicked this feet into the mattress as he yelled, “But it hurts!!!”

“And it’s going to hurt well into tomorrow, little boy,” came the unsympathetic response. He kept it up with the brush, his rhythm predictable and his pattern erratic.  “I warned you.  And warned you.  And you couldn’t put the brat in the box.  Couldn’t make it through a few simple errands today.”

Ben huffed into the pillow that he clutched with his free left hand; his right wrist had been trapped to the small of his back since the very beginning of the spanking.  Adrenaline coursed through his body, though, and he continued to feel resentful of and resistant to the spanking, even if Oliver was right.  Especially if Oliver was right.

“There is a time and a place, and you missed the mark on both today,” Oliver continued, determined to break through the willfulness.  He decided a little embarrassment might go a long way to drive the lesson home.  “Sometimes a good spanking is what you need to feel better.  I know that,” he said, and Ben’s twitching body noticeably stilled, though the spanking hadn’t slowed.  Oliver knew there would be heat radiating from his boyfriend’s face already as he blushed.  “And I know that mischievous look you get when you’re overdue for a sore bottom.”

“Olllliiiieeee,” Ben whined, but then he felt angry at having given in to that part of himself, and wrenched his body sideways again unexpectedly.  It caught Oliver so off-guard that it was almost successful.  He made a deep and grumbly humming sound, then set the brush aside and slid his arm under his boyfriend’s knees.  It was easy to lift him because Ben started squirming immediately, more calls of “wait wait!” falling from his mouth.  Oliver maneuvered until Ben’s legs were locked tightly between his own, then adjusted him forward a bit. “I didn’t want a spanking! I wasn’t asking for anything!” Ben exclaimed a little desperately.

Oliver smiled in spite of himself, if a little grimly.  “I didn’t say you wanted it,” he said as he picked up the hairbrush and rubbed the smooth wood in light circles across Ben’s tender bottom.  “You may not want it, but sometimes you need it.”  He tapped the brush lightly against the hot flesh.  “And you didn’t ask.  You downright demanded.”  The taps became more forceful as Oliver began to ramp up the spanking again.  “I’m happy to meet that need, love it even, but if you push me when we have other things we have to do first, this is the kind of spanking you can expect.  Does this feel playful to you?”

“No sir!” Ben responded.  The short lecture had brought tears to his eyes, though the pain of the spanking still left him straining against Oliver’s grasp.

“Does it feel like the kind of spanking you want to repeat again any time soon?”

“No sir,” Ben gasped. “I won’t do it again!”

“Do what again?” Oliver asked sharply, never wavering in his onslaught with the hard oak hairbrush.

“Any of it,” Ben said desperately.  “Roll my eyes.  Talk back. Argue.”

Oliver raised a skeptical eyebrow that no one saw, but his voice remained firm and calm.  “I’m sure you will do all of those things again, little boy.  And when you do, you’ll end up right back here, over my lap.”  Ben groaned into the pillow as Oliver kept talking.  “But when I say enough is enough, you will pull yourself together.  I will not repeat myself over and over for your amusement.”

“I’ll stop,” Ben wailed, “I won’t push!”

“Or?

“Or you’ll spank me!”

“I’m going to spank you any time you act up, Benjamin Kendrick.  Be more specific.”  He focused all of his attention on the tops of Ben’s thighs as he waited for an answer.

“Like this!  You’ll spank me like this!  A mean spanking, a mean spanking!”

Oliver smiled and returned to layering pattern-less swats across Ben’s bottom.  They might not have been the words he would have chosen, but he understood what his boyfriend was trying to express and he accepted his answer.  It was time to start winding down the spanking.  He stopped long enough to adjust Ben once again, this time sliding the young man’s torso over so he was no longer supported by the bed.  With his head near the floor, Ben’s bottom and thighs were stretched taut.  Ben grabbed Oliver’s ankle with his left hand and whimpered.

“That’s exactly right, little boy.  A mean spanking, just like this one.”  With that, Oliver tightened his grip on Ben’s legs and wrist and laid into his already swollen bottom with the hard wooden implement.  Ben shrieked, but was powerless to do much else as the rapid fire swats came down.  He couldn’t catch his breath enough to say anything, but garbled syllables still came out of his mouth as he endured the end of his spanking.

When it was over, Ben lay gasping and hiccuping for several minutes as Oliver rubbed his back and ran light fingers across his bottom.  Oliver adjusted his boyfriend’s body again, freeing his legs and guiding his torso back onto the bed, then reached to the nightstand a second time; this time for lotion.  As he applied it tenderly to Ben’s very swollen backside, he asked “Are we all clear now?”

“Yes, sir,” Ben replied with a shuddery breath.  “Sorry, Ollie.  And thank you.”

Oliver smiled and leaned down to kiss the back of his partner’s head.  “Of course, sweetheart.”