The Letter

By Jo

OC’s: Adam and Brian


Brian started sorting the mail.

"Adam. Adam. Next door. Adam. Me. Why the hell is the
University writing to me?" There was the sound of
paper tearing. "Oh shit, oh shit! What do they mean
I'm failing?"

"Did I hear the mail arrive?" The voice came from the
top of the stairs.

Brian hurriedly stuffed the incriminating letter into
his back pocket. "Yeah," he called back, "It's all
for you, except the one for old man Fogerty next door.
I'll take that 'round to him on my way to 'Varsity."

Adam came down the steps and took Brian's breath away.
Dressed only in jeans with the top button undone, he
could have walked into a male modeling agency and been
snapped up immediately.

Brian often wondered what Adam saw in him. He felt
like such a screw up sometimes. He'd been existing on
coffee and cigarettes when he first met Adam, his
tutor in History 101. He'd expected the course to be a
breeze. After all, he'd never had to study at school
and still got good marks. Could University be any
different?

It was, he found out, a very different world. He'd
been attracted to Adam from the start and had felt the
attraction was mutual, but Adam did not make a move
until the end of the year when their professional
relationship had finished. He'd attempted to keep
Brian in line, he'd seen the potential in the younger man
and was continually frustrated by the sub-standard
work that was handed in.

Their relationship had moved very fast. They'd found
themselves in bed on the first date and within two
months had moved in together. It was then Adam put his
foot down over Brian's smoking and coffee diet. The
first spanking had been a shock to both of them, but
after sitting down, discussing it and researching on
the 'net they decided to give a DP lifestyle a chance.
Brian grimaced slightly. That was almost two years ago
now and this was the first time since then that he'd
had any trouble in his studies.

"Oh?" Adam raised his eyebrow, descending the stairs.
"I thought I heard an envelope being opened."

"Damn all Tops and their bloody hearing," Brian
thought to himself. Should he lie and get himself into
even more trouble or come clean now? He looked at
Adam, his eyes shining with innocence. "I don't know
what you heard, but all the mail was for you and I
don't open your mail."

Adam was not fooled. He knew his Brat. That innocent
look always meant trouble. His eyes narrowed. "Want
to try again?" he asked, his voice low and full of
promise.
"Oh shit," was all Brian thought. He decided to come
clean, as Adam obviously was not going to be
sidetracked. "Well..." How could he make this sound
good?

"AletterwasformeandI'mfailingAmericanHistory." Brian
almost passed out from lack of oxygen at the end of
the sentence.

Adam luckily could translate brat panic speak. "Wait
a minute, how could you be failing history?" Adam
demanded "You've got a study schedule we set up at the
beginning of
the semester and I know you've been in the study every
night at the right times. If you haven't been
studying, what have you been doing?"

Brian blushed. Why did Tops always ask the most
uncomfortable questions? "Guildwars, the on-line role
paying game, is really addictive," Brian said
unwillingly "I'd be doing the research and writing and
then someone would ask for help in completing a quest
and it'd take longer than I thought. Then my study
time would be over and I'd come out and be with you."
He ended with a plaintive air, hoping this would get
him some brownie points. He glanced up and Adam's eyes
were as hard as steel.

"So let's get this straight: Instead of studying, you
played an on-line game and therefore are putting your
future in jeopardy." Adam's voice was as cold as ice
and Brian shivered. "Tell me, Brian, are you in
trouble in any of your other classes?"

Brian almost groaned aloud. What was Adam, a
mind-reader?

Adam saw the expression on Brian's face. "Let's take
this to the study," he said, snagging a t-shirt to
put on as Brian led the way.

Adam and Brian made their way to the study and Adam
was proud of the way he resisting swatting his Brat to
hurry him up. When they finally arrived, Adam went
straight to the desk, opened up the top drawer and
took out the paddle.

Brian's lower lip trembled ever so slightly. "I'm
sorry. I'm really sorry," he said.

"I know you are, baby." Adam's voice was soft. "But
we've discussed this before. I thought the message
had been received, but it's obvious that it needs to
be reinforced. However, before we get to the paddling,
there are other things that need to be sorted." Adam
held out his hand.

Brian looked at him for a moment and then reached into
his back pocket and handed the university's letter to
his lover. Adam read the letter and breathed a sigh of
relief. It was what he expected, having studied and
tutored under this professor.

"Well, there is some good news," Adam said. "Professor
Oliver will let you resubmit your last essay and as
long as your final essay is in on time and well done,
he'll pass you with the B average you need to keep
your scholarship."

Brian's eyes widened. He hadn't looked past the first
paragraph, which had stated he was failing. "Thank
God!" was all Brian could manage in reply.

"To help you get those essays done to a good standard,
you're grounded for a month," Adam said calmly "And
I'll be moving the computer into the living room so I
can keep an eye on your activities." Adam held up his
hand to forestall Brian's objections before they
started. "You will be allowed to check your e-mail and
send replies as long as this doesn't interfere with
your studies, plus I will allow phone calls to your
family."

Brian nodded reluctantly, all his concerns effectively
dealt with. Adam knew his Brat well. Brian knew the
time of reckoning was at hand when Adam moved a chair
into the middle of the room, put the paddle down on
the coffee table and beckoned to him. He always
flashed to a scene in the movie 'Dirty Dancing' when
Adam beckoned to him. He stifled a very weak smile
and obeyed the finger.

"Do we need to discuss why you're about to be
paddled?" Adam asked.

Brian shook his head. "No," he said sadly "As you
said, we've been here before and there's nothing new."
Brian's head came up and met the understanding eyes of
his lover. "Hey, at least I didn't start smoking
again," he said, bringing a laugh from Adam. No matter
how serious the situation was, Brian would always try
to lighten it.

"Okay baby, let's get this over with. Take down your
pants and over my knee." Adam always wanted his lover
to submit to the punishment. It was a way to
acknowledge that that the punishment was deserved and
that Brian trusted Adam to keep him on track, an
essential part of their discipline relationship.

Brian obeyed the command and the peaceful feeling he
always felt as he laid himself over Adam's knee was
reward in itself. He knew from past experience that
the warm up spanking and the swats from the paddle
would hurt horribly, but afterwards he would be
forgiven and held until he calmed down. He felt Adam's
hand gently circling his back and then moving down to
his bottom. Brian clenched it in anticipation, but it
didn't help. Adam started spanking starting soft and
slowly, building the intensity. At first Brian made
small sounds of distress that slowly grew in volume as
his bottom got steadily warmer.

Adam stopped spanking his lover when he felt he'd
warmed him up enough and picked up the paddle. He
slipped Brian's boxers down and ignored the plantive
wail that came from the man across his knees of
"Please not on the bare." Adam always paddled on the
bare; he would never use a paddle where he couldn't
see the effects. He prided himself on inflicting as
little bruising as possible whilst leaving a lasting
reminder of his displeasure at his Brat's behaviour.
He inspected his lover's bottom and was happy to see
the warm up had done its job. Adam began to apply the
paddle steadily, making every stroke count, as Brian
attempted to levitate off his lap. Adam didn't stop
until every inch of Brian's bottom was a deep red
colour and Brian had relaxed over his knee, sobbing
and accepting.

Adam stopped and his hand again began to slowly circle
Brian's back gently. "Okay baby, it's over, you're
forgiven and we'll fix everything together." Brian was
too far gone to calm down immediately, but he did
register the paddling had stopped. He squirmed up and
Adam held him, whispering loving nonsense words of
comfort to his lover, making sure that the punished
backside did not make contact with anything that would
make it hurt any more.

In an amazing feat of strengh even for 6' 3" of
manhood, Adam stood up, cradling his lover in his
arms, and carried him up the stairs to the bedroom. He
laid Brian down carefully and pulled a light sheet
over him. "Stay here, baby," he said gently "I'll be
right back." When Adam returned with a cold facecloth,
Brian was asleep, tears still glistening on his face.
Adam smiled. The worst was over and everything was
going to be all right from now on and pretty quiet for
at least the next month.