The Night Out Part 2
"Brian, thank God, where are you?" Adam's head shot up, his eyes suddenly alive when he heard Eric's voice from the kitchen. After he hadn't got any answer from the messages he left onBrian's cell phone he'd contacted Eric, who immediately came over. Eric was in the kitchen making the umpteenth cup of coffee.
Eric came in, holding his cell phone to his ear. "I have someone here you need to talk to," he said and handed his cell phone to Adam.
"Brian where the hell are you?" Adam's voice conveyed how frantic he had been. He had imagined his lover hurt and it had only been Eric's soothing presence that had prevented him from ringing all the hospitals in the area to check whether Brian had been admitted to any of them.
"I'm at Kitty's," Brian voice broke. "I'm so sorry, Adam, my cell phone was off. I didn't get your messages until just now."
"Stay where you are," Adam's voice had firmed now. "I'm coming to pick you up."
Eric caught his eye and Adam grimaced slightly. "We're coming to pick you up," he amended.
Twenty minutes later Eric's car drew up in front of Kitty Malone's. Brian was waiting. "Get in," was all Eric said to the young man.
"Where's Adam?" Brian asked.
"Having a shower and something to eat," Eric said, his voice cold . "You put him through hell tonight, young man, and he needed to take some time out to look after himself." Eric said nothing about holding Adam when he broke down after the phone call.
Brian refused to meet Eric's cold blue eyes.
"He's pretty mad at me huh?" Brian's voice was low but Eric had lynx-like hearing, an almost inherited ability in all Tops.
"What do you think?" Eric was a firm believer in letting a Brat stew in his own juices thinking over his misbehavior before paying the price. "Now shut up and let me drive." Brian bit his lip and tears slid slowly down his face. He really did not want to face Adam tonight. Why had he rung Eric? Of all people? His thought processes were not working at the peak of their powers.He never did think clearly where emotions were involved.
Brian was planted firmly into a corner in the study to think over his behaviour. Adam had taken a shower and had something to eat taking time to calm down and think rationally how to deal with his Brat. He wasn't going to make Brian wait; this was going to be over and dealt with tonight.
He walked into the study and looked thoughtfully at his young Brat. His nose dilated and he smelt the cigarette smoke. His eyes narrowed. That did it, that made his mind up. He opened the desk drawer and took out a well oiled strap and the paddle.
"Brian, come here please." Brian was glad to leave the corner although he was not looking forward to what was going to happen next. His eyes widened when he saw the strap.
"Adam, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," Brian's eyes raised to meet his Top's. "I fu.....umm stuffed up."
"One question needs to be cleared up, Brian," Adam's voice was as cold as a glacier. "Did you smoke tonight?"
Brian shuddered. "Yes," he admitted quietly. "But it was only tobacco; nothing else although it was offered."
Adam's palm slammed down on the table, making Brian jump. "I don't care what you were smoking, the fact you were smoking is bad enough. We've been over and over this, Brian. Smoking can shorten your like and as your life partner I cannot accept that." Brian's breath caught. This was the first time Adam had put his feelings into words. "So let's sum this up shall we?" Adam continued. "Going off to have drinks with your friends and not having the common decency to phone me to tell me. Having your cellphone off, therefore worrying me as I could not
have contacted you in a real emergency. Smoking. Is there anything else?"
Brian fidgeted. He might as well get everything else out of the way. "Lunch," he mumbled.
"For lunch I didn't have my sandwich. I bought my lunch and, ummm, none of it adhered to our food guidelines." Brian wanted to get everything off his chest, but decided to keep his coffee habit to himself.
"Right," Adam said. "The first two get you a dose of the paddle, the smoking and food gets you a taste of the strap. Any questions or comments?" Adam always gave Brian a chance to respond to pronouncement of punishment.
"No," Brian said, his voice shaking. "I guess I deserve all of that. Just please believe I'm sorry I upset you."
Brian walked over to Adam and was drawn into a hug. "Don't ever scare me like that again, Brian," Adam said "Now let's get this unpleasant business over and done with."
Brian took down his jeans and boxers and laid himself over Adam's lap. The first smack landed and Brian cried out at the initial pain. Adam steadily worked over Brian's butt paying special attention to the sit spot and the tender junction between bottom and thighs. When the whole bottom was a light pink he picked up the paddle. The paddle impacted solidly in the same place, then moved up and had another stroke impacting slightly overlapping the previous stroke. This
pattern was followed all around until not one part of the bottom over Adam's lap was untouched.
Brian just howled in pain. This was as bad as he'd expected.
"Okay Brian, we're done," Adam said, his voice tired.
"What about the strap for smoking?" Brian asked through his tears.
"I think you've had enough," Adam said evenly, his voice emotionless.
"No," Brian said and blushed when Adam raised an eyebrow in astonishment. "I smoked, you hate that, if you don't follow through you'll brood. Don't get me wrong I'll hate it, it'll hurt and I'm already hurting but I need it and you need to finish it."
Adam looked steadily at Brian "I'm the Top. I make the decision about punishments, not you."
"I have a say," Brian said. "If you don't strap me I'll feel I've got away with something. I knew I was way out of control tonight, but the thought of your disappointment didn't deter me. The thought of a paddling didn't stop me. I think the threat of being strapped will stop me. I know I screwed up. I deserve the strap."
Brian looked steadily into Adam's eyes. Adam looked back and sighed. His Brat had a point: he always had a say about the punishments he received whether he thought they were too harsh or not harsh enough. Adam picked up the strap and Brian without being prompted laid over the sofa arm with his bottom in perfect position for further chastisement. Adam brought down the belt six times, making every stroke count, and Brian cried out in pain at each one.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Brian sobbed into Adam's shoulder as he was being comforted later on.
"Shush, Baby," Adam said "It's over now. You're forgiven, it's all over." The words, "you're forgiven," were all Brian needed to hear and worn out, he fell asleep in his Top and lover's arms