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Danny whistled as he circled Ben’s new Mustang. “Yours? Officially?” he asked, running an appreciative hand down the hood.
His brother nodded, grinning at Danny’s obvious appreciation for the machine. “They just put it on the lot this morning. I still can’t believe it.”
Emma was more skeptical than her boyfriend: it looked like a pile of junk to her. “Does it actually run?”
”It runs!” Ben said defensively. “The engine was completely overhauled, so all the work is in the body, but Dan and I can do most of that ourselves.”
“And Oliver is as into cars as you two? He wanted this thing?”
“It was under budget for what we talked about,” Ben said, not exactly answering her question. “Practically a steal. And it meets all the legal safety standards.”
“Not us you have to convince,” Danny said, shaking his head as he stood, having finished examining some detail that was unfathomable to Emma but clearly a thing of beauty to the Kendrick brothers. His hands were now in his pockets, his eyes on the car still. “Think he’s going to let you keep it?”
There was a beat of silence and then Ben asked reluctantly, “Do you?”
Emma scoffed and Danny smiled grimly as Ben let his facade drop. They all knew he had gone rogue with this purchase, and no innocent act was going to fool anyone present.
“Maybe,” Danny answered finally, but Emma just shook her head, not quite so convinced. It went without saying that whether he would be able to keep it or not was secondary to other consequences Ben would soon be facing. There was a rock in his stomach that seemed to be growing.
“Are you going to help me fix it up if he does?” he asked Danny hopefully, trying to stay positive.
“Oh absolutely,” Danny said, as Emma exclaimed at the same time “Of course he isn’t!” This was followed by a shocked, “Danny!”
He shrugged his shoulders, holding his hands up innocently as he looked at his girlfriend. “If he gets to keep it anyway…”
“Alright alright,” she said, but then she looked back at Ben and said “but you know you shouldn’t be allowed to.”
“You just don’t appreciate her like we do!” Ben said, looking so stricken that Emma finally broke and grinned.
“If you say so. Good luck then. You’re gonna need it.”
~ ~ ~
Ben glanced down at his phone for the hundredth time, except this time when he looked back up, there was Oliver, pulling into their apartment complex. Ben stood on the sidewalk, near their one reserved spot, and smiled as his boyfriend got out of the car. Oliver returned it, slipping his keys into his pocket and then putting his arms around Ben’s waist and kissing him. “Well where is it?” he asked.
Ben’s smile tightened as they shifted to stand side by side, and he pointed toward the car, which was nestled among those of their neighbors. He could only stand Oliver’s confused scanning eyes for a moment before he blurted, “It’s the blue one.”
“The blue… oh my god Ben. You didn’t.” Oliver turned from the Mustang to Ben and then back again, eyes wide with disbelief now. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“Surprise?” Ben said weakly. Most of his initial excitement about the purchase had dissipated as six pm had drawn nearer. It hadn’t stopped him from unnecessarily and lovingly detailing the car that afternoon, nor did he find it any less beautiful right now, but…
“Benjamin Ryann Kendrick, tell me you did not buy that heap of metal currently sitting in our parking lot instead of the Accord we looked at last night.”
“So they had sold the Accord right before I got there,” Ben began, using his most persuasive voice. “And they had just gotten this one, like this morning, and it’s the car I’ve wanted since I was a kid! It was just fate, Ollie.”
“Yes, we were meant to have this car,” Ben said excitedly, latching on to Oliver’s one word response with more enthusiasm than it warranted. “Come on. It’s really not as bad as it looks.”
“And I know it’s old but it’s up to date as far as safety is concerned. I mean it doesn’t have some of the features we talked about, but…” Ben faltered as Oliver turned away from the car and toward the apartment building. “Wait, don’t you want to see it?”
“No, I do not,” Oliver said firmly, taking a hold of Ben’s bicep and marching him forward. He seemed to have packed away all of his shock for the moment. “I want to see you in the corner.”
“Danny says he’ll help me fix it up, and it’s gonna be beautiful by the end of the summer, you’ll see and you’ll fall in love with it!” Ben said, not resisting but talking as fast as he could as they entered their unit.
“Danny approves of the car?”
Ben flushed, faltering. “Yes? Kinda? He likes the car. He didn’t exactly approve of it but he said if you let me keep it…”
Oliver released Ben’s arm and locked the door behind them, then turned to look into his boyfriend’s hopeful eyes. “Where are you supposed to be?” he said.
Ben sighed, and said “The corner, but Ollie—“
“Then you need to be in the corner. And I wouldn’t be worried about the car right now,” he finished firmly.
Ben opened his mouth, looked at Oliver’s face, and shut it again before walking to the living room corner. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, trying for once to be good about the command. Still, a noise of protest escaped when he felt his shorts and underwear being yanked down a moment later.
“You better enjoy the feeling of a cool bottom while you can, little boy,” Oliver said as he walked back away. “Do not move.”
Ben let his head fall against the corner, but otherwise did his best to obey.
~ ~ ~
It was the longest seventeen minutes of Ben’s life. He struggled to be still, but managed, so long as one viewed him with a squint. He was so desperate to keep his new prize that he barely registered what was going to happen to him when he got out of the corner.
That changed when he was finally called to the couch, where Oliver sat waiting with the hairbrush already in his hand. Ben flushed as he was forced to waddle his way over to him, legs tangled as they were in his nearly-discarded clothing. Oliver didn’t have so much as a hint of sympathy in his eyes, at least not that Ben saw in the seconds before he landed belly-down across his waiting lap.
Oliver adjusted Ben brusquely, then patted the boy’s bare bottom with the business end of the brush. That was all the warning Ben got before Oliver brought the implement down hard on his left cheek, then his right. Ben shrieked, unused to the feeling of wood on a cold bottom. The only effect it had on his predicament was that Oliver seemed to grasp him more firmly around the waist with his left arm.
“Ollie,” Ben said with a gasp, no follow up thoughts planned.
“Don’t you Ollie me, Benjamin Kendrick. I can’t believe you bought that thing. We had a plan. We had done research.”
“Ow, I know,” Ben gasped, legs kicking wildly but staying clear of the hairbrush’s intended target so far. “I’m sorry!”
“You are only sorry because you think you might get away with it, but I am going to show you what actual remorse feels like.”
Ben’s feet drummed against the floor as Oliver continued to spank him. He could feel his boyfriend’s disappointment, and somehow that made it even harder to be still. He knew he deserved it, but every swat was a brutal reprimand of his poor impulse control.
When Ben lost agency of his legs, Oliver secured them. When he could no longer keep his free hand out of the way, Oliver captured it as well. Oliver had used every second of Ben’s corner time to compose himself, and now he spanked his boyfriend with hard, intentional swats.
“I’ll take it back!” Ben eventually shrieked.
“Oh you bet your sore little backside you will take it back,” Oliver replied, laying into the younger man’s sit-spots. “And you will never forgo your good judgement like this again. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you, I hear you,” Ben gasped. His bottom ached, and he could feel tears threatening. He didn’t care about the car any more, something he would have believed impossible an hour ago. He only wanted Oliver to stop spanking him.
And then, miraculously, he did.
”We are not finished,” Oliver said sternly above him, before Ben had experienced any true respite. Still, there had been a brief moment of relief and a glance at the other side of this nightmare, and he felt it being taken away just as quickly.
”Yes, sir,” he choked out, throat closing as his eyes welled with tears. Sore and sorry as he was, Ben understood that he had earned this punishment, and he wanted Oliver to know that he knew.
His wrist was released, and then a gentle hand on his back gave him the small reassurance he needed. “Good,” Oliver said as he also freed Ben’s legs. “I want you to stand up and put your hands on the coffee table.”
Ben shuddered as he brought his hands to his face. He hadn’t been in this much trouble in years, since before he had even met Oliver. He slid to the ground, pausing to look up at his boyfriend as he knelt beside him. Oliver placed a hand on the back of Ben’s neck, kissed his forehead, and then stood.
Ben blinked as a fresh tear rolled down his cheek. Oliver had not looked angry, but he had not looked sympathetic either. He had looked determined. Ben didn’t know what was coming next, but he knew he had better be in position when Oliver came back. Slowly, he stood.
No amount of remorse could keep him from whimpering when he saw Oliver walking back in with the bath brush from their shower in his hand. “Please, Ollie, I’m so sorry, it was a dumb decision, I should have called you, I won’t do it again— ”
“Hands on the table, please.”
Ben, who hadn’t even realized he’d stood up, looked down at his hands as though they had betrayed him. Slowly, large round eyes still focused on his boyfriend, he bent back over. He kept Oliver in his sight until he had walked behind him, then let his head hang. Now he could see his bunched up shorts and underwear around his ankles, and then Oliver’s shins.
Ben shuddered again. He had only experienced the bath brush one other time in his life. It had left an impression.
He felt the tap of the thick wooden implement on his bare bottom, and even that was painful after the hairbrushing he had just received. “Ollie…” he sniffled, but whatever else he was about to say was cut off by a hard swat to the center of his left cheek.
Ben yowled as he danced in place, quick little stomps although his hands remained anchored. Oliver spoke as he prepared to land a similar swat on the boy’s right cheek.
“You cannot make big decisions like that without me.” The brush landed again with a thwack and the accompanying yell.
“And you knew better.” Thwack.
“We are going back to the dealership tomorrow, where you will apologize for all the hassle you are causing, and we will find out what can be done.”
The brush landed again at the tail of his sentence, and then again immediately after. He gave Ben a dozen more swats, lecturing him the entire time, before he finally put down the bath brush. Every one of them was powerful and deliberate, and Ben cried out pitifully every time. He managed to stay in position, but he thought later that might have had more to do with his brain’s inability to process movement than it did his own will.
The moment he was allowed, he collapsed into Oliver’s arms. He abandoned the tangle of his clothes, wanting nothing to touch his freshly spanked and terribly sore bottom. Oliver soothed him quietly, and put them both to bed early that night.
~ ~ ~
“Yours? Officially?” Danny asked, hands on his hips and one eyebrow raised at his little brother.
“Officially,” Ben said, smiling. “Oliver said so this morning.”
Emma looked skeptical as she opened the back door and slid into the driver’s side seat. The top was down, and she looked at Ben as she got settled. “Just like that?”
“Of course not!” Ben said defensively. “He wore me out the moment he got home, and made me take it back. The paperwork was so much of a hassle that he changed his mind.”
“He changed his mind because of paperwork?”
“I think he also fell in love with it when he drove it to the dealership,” Ben said, grinning sheepishly. “He missed the exit on the way there, I bet on purpose. I got lucky that it was a good morning to have the top down.”
“He is a person of refined taste,” Danny said, beaming as if he himself had just gotten a new car. He winked at a Emma, who pantomimed gazing at him over sunglasses from the backseat. “Think we can handle all the repairs?”
There was a beat of silence and then Ben asked reluctantly, “Do you?”
Emma laughed and Danny smiled broadly. He circled the car again, surveying the damage.
“Maybe,” Danny answered finally, but Emma just shook her head, not quite so convinced. They all knew it didn’t matter. The Kendricks were going to love every second of working on this car, and there would always be something to do.
“And he really just let you keep it, after everything yesterday?” Emma asked, having a hard time believing it.
Ben blushed, but answered honestly. “No, he spanked me again when we got home, he said so I didn’t get the impression that this was going to be a regular thing. Getting what I want this way and all. Which I don’t, by the way!” he clarified as Danny gave him a look. “I was ready to give it back. But it was a lot of paperwork and we would have lost money. I have about a million rules and restrictions around it.”
She winced at him sympathetically. “He spanked you again on top of yesterday?”
“Yep, used the hairbrush and everything. Would not recommend,” Ben said. “I’m not sure I will ever sit comfortably in this thing.”
“Well come sit uncomfortably for a minute,” Emma said impishly. “I wanna go for a ride.”
Ben grinned as he dug the keys from his pocket, then looked immediately abashed. “Hold on, I have to text Oliver first.”