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?”
“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.