The Night Out Part 2

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.

 

"Pardon?"

 

"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

The Bad and Worst Cooks in the World

by Jo

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"Brian this is a surprise," Eric answered his cell phone. He was curious; since he and Sonny had changed their relationship Brian had been a bit leery of him.
 
"This is an emergency," Brian replied panic evident in his voice, "My Top and your Bra ummm Sub have locked themselves into the kitchen to make dinner." Adam can't even make toast without the fire brigade coming out."

Eric has a very clear flashback to S onny's exploits in the kitchen. The visit to the emergency ward for stitches when he cut himself whilst slicing lemons for the drinks during a party was uppermost. Eric had spanked him thoroughly, and banned him from using knifes without direct supervision. There was a reason they usually ate out.

"Adam still can't cook?" Eric started to pull on a coat and locking his office behind him. He held the phone away from his ear as Brian laughed.

"He can burn water," Brian said between giggles, the then sobered down "I can smell smoke," he said anxiously, "Adam just told Sonny to run cold water over his hand just now. I've tried to talk my way in but it didn't work."

Adam broke some speed l imits and arrived 5 minutes later. Brian was pacing the corridor outside the kitchen, "Thank God," he said relief evidence in his voice, "It's gone suspiciously quiet in there." Eric tried the door and found it was locked.

"Sonny," Eric ordered dominance entering his voice in his voice, "Open this door now."

A voice from inside said "I'd rather not Master," came a tremulous voice from inside.

"Are you disobeying me Sub?" Even Brian shivered at that tone.

"No Master," Sonny's voice broke and both men outside the kitchen heard the lock being disengaged. A waft of black smoke came out as t he door opened. Brian looked around and his smile was forced, "Hey Eric," he said, "Sonny and I wanted to surprise you with a nice pork roast." Brian rushed over to the oven and pulled out a very black object.

"What was this?" he asked curiously after examining it closely.

"The roast," Adam admitted, "the recipe book said it needed a high oven to ensure good crackling."

"We didn't read the bit that said after 20-30 minutes it needed to be turned right down," Sonny admitted in a small voice, shrinking under Eric's gaze. "I didn't use a knife," he blurted out, "Even when Brian said I could. I did use a peeler and Brian cut up the potatoes." Eri c mutely looked in the baking dish and saw some small lumps charred beyond easy recognition. "I got burned when I put them in the baking dish," Sonny admitted. Brian reached under the sink and removed a large tube of antiseptic cream.

"Good for burns," he said handing the bottle to Eric, and shooting a look at Adam who blushed. "I've got an idea, once you've doctored Sonny, let's all get dressed up and go to The Bantry*. Adam will pay. I know you've both got suits in the spare closet from our last holiday together. The dry cleaners managed to get the glue off them." He unconsciously run his hand over his bottom, as Sonny did the same that escapade had been legendry.

They had a great time at The Bantry. Sonny was determined to enjoy himself, and Brian was happy to help him. A few raised eyebrows from Adam and Eric kept things within bounds. They parted ways with Adam pouring a rather tipsy Brian into the car (white wine always affected Brian like that). It got serious when Eric and Sonny got home.

"Strip," was all Eric said as soon as the front door closed. Sonny hurried to obey being careful to hang up his suit not just drop it on the floor. He turned to face his Dom, head lowered waiting for judgment. "Go get the strap," Eric ordered. Sonny opened his mouth then closed it. The strap was never used for fun; it was always a punishment implement. He retrieved it and handed it to his Dom.

"Why are you getting this strapping?" Eric asked.

"For disobeying you Master," Sonny replied promptly.

"And?" Eric asked. Sonny looked puzzled. Eric turned over Sonny's hand showing the burn "For harming my property," he growled in Sonny's ear. "Present yourself for punishment," came the next order. Sonny draped himself over the arm of the easy chair his butt pushed up perfectly positioned for the strap. Eric paused to admire the butt which already had three fading welts on it. A sign of ownership from the play party a week ago.

Eric laid the first stroke of the belt across the middle of Sonny's bottom. His sub just groaned softly. He was always allowed to cry out during a punishment. The second stroke landed higher and Sonny just hissed. When the third stroke landed in the crease between the leg and bottom he cried out. He didn't stay silent as Eric slowly and methodically turned his bottom to a blazing red colour.

Sonny was bitterly regretting his behaviour long before Eric had finished. He was sobbing his eyes out and didn't calm down for a quite a while. His butt felt like someone had lit a fire on it and not in a good way. Eric put up with it for a while then feeling that Sonny was being slightly over dramatic put him into silence. That took all of Sonny's submissive training to achieve but he managed it much to his surprise. Eric had not doubted it for a minute.

Sonny knew he was forgiven when Eric took him to bed that night and fucked him through the mattress.

*The Bantry does exist - The Bantry
~ Jo