The Tea Room Annex

Although I Did Not Know You

2012-02-11T01:34:00.000-08:00

This was written as a tribute to the life of Canadian artist Steve Walker (1961-2012)

Although I Did Not Know You

by Tarabeth

Although I did not know you, I feel I owe you a tribute.

Although I did not know you, I have come to the edge of the world to wish you goodbye.

Although I did not know you, I cry with thousands of others over your death.

Although I did not know you, I mourn your passing.

Thank you for the beauty, hope, and love that your art shows to the world.

Thank you for sharing your talent.

Thank you for the joy I feel while viewing your work.

Thank you for expressing our love in such a magnificent way.

Steve Walker 1961 - 2012

2012-02-10T21:17:00.000-08:00

Steve Walker 1961 - 2012

David and Me

The very talented and wonderful artist Steve Walker's work has inspired so many passed away recently. He once wrote: "I hope that in its silence, the body of my work has given a voice to my life, the lives of others, and in doing so, the dignity of all people."

The following were written in tribute to him:

Flying High by Mel

Hands by Lady Jodie

Language of Silence by Dizzy

Home with You by Chris Dangerfield

Revelations by Lou

Loss by Randy

My Heart by PJ

Blue by Raine

Going Out and Late Night by Natasha

Although I Did Not Know You by Tarabeth

2011 Christmas Challenge Stories

2011-11-30T21:21:00.001-08:00

December 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Write a Drabble or Story

inspired by one of the many Tea Room Holiday Prompts

Caribbean Capers by Jay
Christmas Customs, Old and New by Lady Jodie

The Christmas Song by Dee

The Gift of the Monkey by Chris Dangerfield

Home for Christmas by Dizzy

Reflections of Love by PJ

Secret Santa by Jay

See He is Real by Lady Jodie, Dizzy and PJ

2011-11-20T17:21:00.001-08:00

If I Had A Paddle

~ Famous Top & Brat folk-song

by Chris Dangerfield

(sung to the tune of “If I Had A Hammer by Peter, Paul & Mary)

If I had a paddle
I would paddle in the morning
I would paddle in the evening
All over this Land

I would paddle out danger
I would paddle out warning
I would paddle out the love
Between a Top and Brat
All over this land

If I had some soap
I would soap him in the morning
I would soap him in the evening
All over this land

I would soap out cussing
I would soap out swearing
I would soap for respect
Between a Top and Brat
All over this land

If I had a husband
I would love him in the morning
I would love him in the evening
All over this land

I would keep him out of danger
I would keep his backside heated
I would sing out the love
Between me and my man
All over this land

I have a paddle
And I have the soap
And I have a giant love
Just for this man

It's the paddle of justice
It's the soap of respect
And a love to sing about
For my Husband and Family
All over this land

2011-11-20T17:15:00.001-08:00

To Brat Or Not To Brat

by Chris Dangerfield

To Brat, or not to Brat: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous Tops?
Or to take arms against suspicious minds,
And by opposing end them? To do lines? To be spanked?;
No more; and by not-spanked to say we end
the butt-ache and the thousand unnatural pains
that Tops do commit us to, 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished. Methinks? To Brat, to play;
To have fun: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that joy of the Brat, what dreams may come...

~ With apologies to THE brat, W.S.

The Doctor and His Brat

2011-11-03T16:01:00.000-07:00

Written for the November 2011 Tea Room An Evening by the Fire Challenge

The Doctor and His Brat

by Carol

It was cold, and I was dog tired. It'd been a busy day at the clinic I. Why is it everyone and their brother wait until Friday afternoon to be seen when they're sick? And the bad thing was I'd promised my boy I would take him to his favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate his excellent grades this quarter. Now, it was so late there was no way we could go.

When I arrived home the house was dark, except for a flicker of light I could see through the curtains. Locking my car, I trudged toward the house. Now don't get me wrong, I'm very excited to see my brat after a long day at work, I just didn't want to hear the complaining tonight.

I entered the house to find it was lit only by the flicker of the fire place. The house was warm and cozy. In front of the fire place was our queen size air mattress. I felt his soft lips on my neck.

My boy's voice was behind me as his arms came around and undid my belt. "The powers out. Here let me help you out of these." He stepped around me, his mouth met mine, we kissed as he undid the buttons on my pants. His mouth found my nipples, he left butterfly kisses across my chest to the next nipple. He moved down my body and then removed my pants. My hard cock popped out just as soon as the pants were off my hips. My boy took me into his mouth and brought me to a fast and hard climax in moments.

He took me by my hand and pulled me onto the mattress with him. My mouth found his. Our tongues danced for a few minutes. I could taste myself on his tongue. I was hard again, and I eagerly tried to get him to open his legs, so I could enter him.

"Not ready," he said, pushing me off him. "Lay down," he ordered.

I gave him a look.

"Please?" he asked.

I did what he wanted. He straddled my butt and I felt warm oil run being poured onto my back. I purred when he started to massage my shoulders. As he worked his way down, I could feel his hard cock press against my ass.

"Um, babe." I mumbled.

"I know. I won't," he told me as he moved down my leg.

He took a warm towel and removed the excess oil, and then patted my hip.

"Roll over," he whispered. This time he rubbed my legs and worked his way up to my belly. I gasped as he massaged my balls, and then his thumbs flicked across my nipples.

I quivered.

He spun around so his back was to me. `This was new', I thought as he straddled my cock. I watched as he lowered himself, his hand slipping down to oil my hard cock. I heard the sharp intake of breath when it passed the tight ring.

When he was ready he laid back, his back on my chest, he moved a little, then again, this time his body trembled, and I knew he'd found the right spot. He took my hands and placed them on his hips. His mouth was close to my ear. "Now I'm ready." he said, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and began to move.

Hands of a Top

2011-10-16T17:00:00.000-07:00

Hands of a Top

by Carol

Laying with my head on Docs chest, I could hear his heart beat, his breathing, the gurgle sounds his body makes. His one arm wrapped firmly around my waist to keep me safe. While his other hand gently played with my hair. I pulled it down to my face, gave it a kiss, it was still warm. I just looked at it, traced the lines in the palm of his soft hand.

"Sometimes they're so soft and loving, but then again they're so damn hard and mean, why?" I said out of the blue.

"Depends on what you need at the time, my boy." I felt him kiss the top of my head.

His Hands

2011-10-16T16:51:00.000-07:00

His Hands

by Dizzy

His hands read my body as accurately as his fingers read Braille. He loves to undress me, slowly pushing my shirt up my chest and over my head. He runs the pads of his finger tips across my tight nipples. His hands memorize the dips and creases of my stomach and chest. His hands are sure and certain as they unbutton and unzip my pants. The strength in his hands as they grip my hips and pulls me forward for a kiss excite me even more. Sight is not missed here in our bedroom as I glory in his hands.

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On to Those Hands

Those Hands

2011-10-16T16:48:00.000-07:00

Here's a companion piece to His Hands. William's thoughts.

Those Hands

by Dizzy

He stands still, giving me the chance to explore all the textures of his body. The softness of his hair; the bristle of stubble, the sinewy muscles in his neck and his shoulders, my hands slide down his body. The hard muscle in his biceps, the coarse hair on his forearms, down to his hands. Aww, those hands. Calluses on the palm, long fingers, and blunt cut fingernails. Those hands can rain down in a flurry of spanks, perversely giving me pain and comfort. Those hands bring me to heights of pleasure as they in turn explore my own body.

For Taking Off

2011-10-16T16:42:00.000-07:00

For Taking Off

by Julie

"Yes, I think you should buy those dark blue ones."

"Really? You don't think they're a bit, well, suggestive?"

"They are perfect."

"Okay, then maybe I'll wear them when we go out tonight."

"Hell no, you aren't going anywhere in those pants."

"But, you just said that I should buy them."

"Yes, but they aren't for going out. These are for taking off. Slowly."

Fall Colors

2011-10-16T16:38:00.000-07:00

Okay seasonal madness overtook me...

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Fall Colors

by Chris Dangerfield

Tax season getaway coming and such needed timing. Traffic would be okay and the trees lining winding roads a symphony of color. Still some lime, also yellows, light oranges tinting into deep oranges and spectacular reds. My favorites. Don't laugh.

My hand snapped downward. I was paying attention. Too much for him. He loudly let me know.

"I'm SORRRY. You said rake the leaves this morning and today means today. I'm SOORRRY..."

Almost... a few more strokes and my hand came to rest.

Can my smile be loving AND satisfied? Sorry, but my favorite fall color was right before me.

Drabbles by Chris Dangerfield

2011-10-06T20:20:00.000-07:00

Oktoberfest Blues

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Oh Yes...Please

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Not My Thing

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Fall Colors

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To Brat or Not to Brat

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If I had a Paddle

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Written for the Tea Room An Evening by the Fire Challenge

A Fireside Chat with Monkey

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Better Choices

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Another Better Choice

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Oktoberfest Blues

2011-10-06T20:09:00.000-07:00

Oktoberfest Blues

by Chris Dangerfield

"Jessie, 2011 brews only come ONCE!  Spaten Marzen from Germany, crisp, balanced, excellent head, natural amber, rich malts..."  Grinning, Todd danced madly around me waving brochures.  My adorable beer-obsessed Monkey.
 
"Nope."
 
"It's 2011 Oktoberfest Champion!"  Again the bouncing flyer.  "There's Hacker Pschorr Original.  5.80% alcohol-by-volume.  ABV."  He proudly added the acronym like it mattered.
 
"No!"
 
"Paulaner Marzen, Slyfox Lager, Ayinger Marzen..."  Brat sounding desperate.
 
"Babe.  STOP.  You're still on antibiotics.  Fine.  Here's the deal, 10 
swats... per *sip*."  I nodded thoughtfully.  "That seems quite healthy." He frowned.
 
"2012... fiiine, GOT IT!"  I hugged my smart grumpy Monkey, hard.

Oh Yes...Please

2011-10-06T20:04:00.000-07:00

Oh Yes...Please

by Chris Dangerfield

Scanning the room and deeply bored, I felt him press up firmly behind me. I didn't have to turn. His smell is perfect. Being in crisp suits, surrounded by his employers, their bejeweled wives and on our best behavior, did not stop him from pressing discreetly against me. Key and Lock. Ying and Yang. Top and Bottom. Front to... backside. How in a crowded ballroom and still, only him, in this universe?

His pressure re-awakened the heated glow he'd created earlier. I smiled a secret, trying for nonchalant. He panther purred, breath tickling my ear.

"Home soon?"

Oh yes...please.

I Cry

2011-10-05T17:08:00.001-07:00

I Cry

by Dizzy

"No! I don't want to," I shout.

"You need to." I squirm as he slaps his hand down. "With all you've gone through this year, you've lost so much," he says, and lands another swat on my bared butt.

"No, I'm NOT weak. I am the strong one."

"No one would ever call you weak. Yes, you are the strong one. Do it," another heavy swat lands.

"I can't," I whisper, my voice breaking. "I'll shatter into a million pieces."

"No you won't. I'll hold you together with my love."

And with his promise, I finally do it. I cry.

Anything for a Beer

2011-10-05T16:30:00.000-07:00

Written for the Tea Room's October 2011 Octoberfest Challenge

Anything for a Beer

by Dizzy

"No! Chase, I'm not going," William said loudly.

"Come on, William. It'll be fun."

"For you maybe, but not for me. I hate those kinds of things. They are so crowded, I end up hitting people with my cane," William tried to explain.

"Then go sighted guide," was Chase's solution.

"I don't want to go sighted guide. I don't want to go at all," William snarled, then apologized when Reed said his name in that "I've had enough" tone that Reed had perfected.

"William," Jason called out. "It's Oktoberfest. There will be beer and Bratwurst there."

"Beer? Ok, I'll go."

Oktoberfeast

2011-10-05T16:21:00.000-07:00

Written for the Tea Room October 2011 Octoberfest Challenge

Oktoberfeast

by Carol

"So how much did you eat?" I asked my poor brat as I held up a tablespoon of Pepto-Bismol. He winkled his nose at me, but opened his mouth, swallowing the pink liquid he grabbed the glass of water I handed to him and drank it down.

"Won the Bratwurst eating contest." He showed me a blue ribbon for first place then he started to pull white paper out of his jeans pocket and counted them out, "Twenty-five pretzels...four sodas...," he told as I help him to bed. "Two cotton candies, three Carmel apples, a couple of funnels cakes, a few corn dogs." He laid back, snuggling down into the warm blankets.

"I know Brett snuck you beer," I told him. He gave me a sheepish smile and held up two fingers. "Rest my love," I told him as I pulled the blanket and tucked him in. I kissed his forehead and turn to leave.

"Doc," He whispered as I got to the door.

"What Brat?" I asked

"What's for dinner?"

You

2011-10-05T16:11:00.000-07:00

You

by Carol

I felt something lightly touch my leg, the soft feeling moved up, and circled my navel and then lightly brushed my groin. Soft fingers gently touched my flaccid cock, which soon became awake and aroused. I heard a soft giggle as soft moist lips touched my nipple, gently taking it into the owners mouth, the tip of a tongue lightly touches it making my body shiver with delight, all while fingers move up and down my naked body. A body pressed hard against mine as a hard cock rubbed against my thigh. Fingers gently played with my lips, I kissed them as they passed.

"Brat what do you want?" I asked with lust as he straddled my body.

"You" He answered his mouth meeting mine I wrapped my arms around him, rolling over to trap his body under mine, his legs came around my waist, I guided my hard dripping cock into his slick opening and pushed. "Oh yes," He gasped. Our mouths met once again.

Drabbles by Julie

2011-10-05T16:07:00.000-07:00

SAVORED

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Delicious and Necessary

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For Taking Off

SAVORED

2011-10-05T16:03:00.000-07:00

This was sparked by a story I read by Cobweb.

SAVORED
by Julie

I'm warm but I shiver standing naked in the light.

I only see the red tip of his cigar as he sits silently in the dark.

I don't get it, and I am embarrassed and impatient.

"You're allowed to touch, you know," I say as a feeble joke.

He knows, I gave him myself body and soul some time ago.

"Love, you don't gulp a glass of fine wine; you don't glance at a Picasso. Anything fine is meant to be enjoyed slowly."

Oh…. I stand a little straighter. "Well then, take your time."

2011-10-03T00:09:00.000-07:00

Delicious and Necessary

by Julie

"Get your clothes off big guy!"

"Hmmm... and I thought I made the directives around here."

"Well, isn't that what you want to say to me?"

"No, in fact, I want you dressed in layers."

"Don't you want me?"

"Want you? My boy, I desire you so that the un-veiling of you is both delicious and necessary."

Not My Thing

2011-10-01T23:09:00.000-07:00

"Not My Thing" (A Gay Roommate's Lament)

by Chris Dangerfield

"I want to borrow your convertible for my date with HERRRR," she purred. He frowned.

"NO. You getting it all girly is Not My Thing." She just smiled knowingly.

"Moissst well of love. Juicccy mound of joy." She crooned. He shook his head firmly.

"Wont. Work. NOT My Thing."

"Luscious labial lips. A vaginal canal with delicate clitoral..." Fingers jam into his ears.

"Lalalalalalanotlistening. SOOOOO Not My Thing."

"As my tongue slips deeeep into..."

"Auuugghhh. STOP. Take the car evil woman. You SO need to be SPANKED!" She hugged him, smiling widely.

"Of course, love... That Is EXACTLY My Thing."

Leathers

2011-09-21T21:25:00.000-07:00

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leathers

by Jo and Carol

This little story takes place right after Jack allowed Jay to have his motorcycle.

Jay wore a pair of leather chaps, and a silver snake skin pouch over his genitals; the only thing that covered his ass was a fishnet type garment; his leather vest hung open. "I don't know what the bitching is about; you're the one who said I had to wear my leathers when I ride; you never said I had to wear jeans under them," Jay said, as he slid past his irate lover, keeping his barely covered ass away from him.

"I didn't think I needed to state the obvious," Jack replied evenly. His eyes glinted with laughter, as he said, "Do I need to point out that being dressed like that is going to chafe things you don't want chafed?"

Jay gave his lover a confused look, then made the `o' shape with his mouth, as if he finally got what Jack meant. "That's ok, my sweets; if I chafe, you can rub the cream on those areas," he told him, as he caressed his pouch-covered genitals.

"Check under the bed, sweetheart," Jack replied. He smiled when he heard Jay's yelp of surprise. The leather pants he'd bought his lover had been expensive, but when he laid eyes on him on them, Jay's planned ride was abruptly cancelled.

Leather

2011-09-21T21:21:00.000-07:00

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leather

by Carol

"What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. I stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes, or when he shod a horse.

"What about this?" he asked. `How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.

"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.

"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and one in the middle; little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. Dillon's gaze was on me, as I glanced back at him.

Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box.

I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.

Lesson learned

2011-09-19T23:06:00.000-07:00

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Lesson learned

by PJ

"No!" Wes snapped. "I left it on the porch and now it's gone!"

Link turned his frustrated lover to face him. "Wesley, calm down now!"

"I have to find it."

Link pulled Wes back out to the porch. "Where did you leave it, babe?"

Wes pointed next to the swing. "I dropped it there and now it's gone!"

Link pulled Wes down to look under the swing. "Look, sweetheart." Link chuckled while Wes shook his head, leaning against his man. Two little eyes sporting a black mask were peeking out from one of the leather pouches of Wes`s tool bag.

Ode to the Red Phone

2011-09-10T15:48:00.000-07:00

Ode to the Red Phone

by Rolf

It sits there quietly, looking harmless as can be. Glowing brightly, a lovely shade of red made deeper by the waning rays of the evening sun. Certainly it can't do me any harm.

Except when it rings, which it seems to quite frequently these days. It requires a response – hiding it isn't one of the acceptable ones. But to answer it requires that I swallow the lump in my throat so I can talk.

Therein lies the problem. A top on the line, demanding answers to questions I'd rather not be asked. The color isn't random, it's a strong warning.

January 2012 - Business Trip

2011-09-07T21:50:00.000-07:00

Business Trip by Michael Breyette

Business Trip by Randy Williams

Packing by Dizzy
Reactions by Raine

December 2011 - Holiday Prompts

2011-09-07T15:20:00.000-07:00

December 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Write a Drabble or Story

inspired by one of the many Tea Room Holiday Prompts

November 2011 - Evening by the Fire

2011-09-07T15:10:00.000-07:00

November 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Write a Drabble or Story about

An Evening by the Fire

A Fireside Chat with Monkey by Chris Dangerfield

A Night by the Fire by Dizzy

The Doctor and His Brat by Carol

Fire and Water by PJ

October 2011 - Oktoberfest

2011-09-07T14:51:00.000-07:00

Beer, Bratwurst, and Brats

October 2011 Oktoberfest Tea Room Challenge

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Anything for a Beer by Dizzy

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Oktoberfeast by Carol

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Summer Storms

2011-09-07T14:40:00.000-07:00



Summer Storms
by Carol

The thunder rumbled loudly as the lighting lit up the dark sky. Summer storms are a normal thing for our state. I jumped when the thunder clapped and the lighting lit up the sky again, the lights flickered off then on. I hate storms, always have, always will. I felt arms around my waist. I was pulled back into a strong loving hold. I felt his body rock this way and back taking me with him.

There there my love, I'll protect you from the big bad storm." Dillon said as his soft lips touched my cheek.

Drabbles by Dee

2011-09-06T19:34:00.000-07:00

Signals

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Written for the July Skinny Dipping Challenge

The Swimming Lesson

Signals

2011-09-06T19:30:00.000-07:00

I wrote this for a friend because she asked.

Signals

by Dee

Tori stared at it, her emotions a mix of apprehension, frustration and relief. She could remember each time it had been used for punishment; every one painful and preventable. And yet not preventable because it was what she wanted, she just didn't know how to ask for it, so instead she pushed Andra until she got what she needed.

Andra knew the signals, usually picking up on them before she went too far. Tonight wasn't one of those times. Andra would be thorough with the hairbrush, but afterwards she would be as gentle as she had been harsh moments before.

Leather

2011-07-27T18:27:00.000-07:00

In Honor of the Folsom Street Fair

September 2011 Leather Tea Room Challenge

An Adventure in Dog Sitting by Tarabeth
At Peace by Dizzy

By Royal Decree by Lou

Doms are so easy... by Tarabeth

Everyone's Happy by Tarabeth

Irresistible Temptation by Lady Jodie

Jock by Randy Williams

Leather by Carol

Leathers by Jo and Carol
Leather Night by Dizzy

Lesson Learned by PJ

Men in Leather by Natasha

Protection by Tarabeth

Soon by Lou

T'was a Night at the Leather Bar by Mel

Nightmares

2011-07-13T18:04:00.000-07:00

Nightmares

by PJ

Pulling down the shorts he ordered, “over my lap, boy,"

Reluctantly, the boy draped himself over the smaller mans thighs, hands and toes touching the floor.

Eyeing the snow white globes he lectured “Boy, you need to think about your actions. You can’t just push your weight around."

The first smack echoed in the room. As the second fell, the man groaned “I’m sorry."

Hearing the voice he woke up in a cold sweat and ran from the bed.

Milton followed him to the closet “Sheldon, sweetheart, why are you hiding in here?”

Shaking, he looked up “I spanked Gordon!"

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*Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Join Me

2011-07-13T17:50:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Skinny Dipping Tea Room Challenge

Join Me

by PJ

Link searched the house. He found a shoe in the hall, another in the living room. Following clothes he worked his way to the kitchen. Wes’ briefs were hanging on the door knob. Gingerly he stepped out onto the porch. No brat there. Hearing water running he moved around the garage. Wes, in all his glory was reclining, eyes closed, in a small kiddie pool filling with water.

“Brat, you better not burn any of my favorite parts” Link growled as he approached his beautiful lover.

Wes jumped then saw the smile. Grinning back he simply said “Wanta join me?”

Our First Fourth of July

2011-07-12T11:54:00.000-07:00

Our First Fourth of July

by PJ

"Link" Wes yelled as he entered the garage. "Link, where are you"? Link had called telling him to be ready at 7:30. Wes turned as he heard a noise and was engulfed in Link's strong arms.

Link lead Wes back into the garage and up the ladder to the loft. Wes saw the bed centered in the loft door with perfect view of the waterfront. Wes looked up at Link, questioning. Link shrugged "I thought we'd watch the fireworks from here and then make some of our own. Maybe start a tradition". Wes just grinned. "Happy 4th of July, Link"!

Control

2011-07-12T11:50:00.000-07:00

A double drabble for the Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge

Control

by Dizzy

"Get up," Ken ordered.

It was at times like this that Jess wondered why he wanted to give up control to someone else. He was lying on his bed with a fan blowing over his naked body. Work had been miserable with the temperatures soaring into the triple digits.

"Now," Ken said.

Jess felt himself pulled up as Ken continued, "Slip on your shorts; that's all you'll need."

Jess treated Ken to a punishing silence as Ken drove to God only knew where. Jess continued his silence as Ken stopped the car and ordered Jess out.

"Strip," another order.

Jess looked at Ken, and seeing the authority on his face, slipped his hands in his shorts. As he lowered his shorts, he looked around but didn't recognize the area. He felt Ken take his arm and lead him down a short trail.

Jess saw the river when Ken stopped and released him. The full moon reflecting off the water was mesmerizing. Jess startled when Ken took his arm again, this time leading him into the water.

"I know what you need," Ken said.

It was at times like this that Jess knew why he gave up his control to Ken.

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Dive

2011-07-12T11:44:00.000-07:00

Written for the Tea Room July 2011 Skinny Dipping Challenge

Dive

by Adele

Rod treaded water watching Adam climb a boulder on the shore. When Adam reached the top he stood and grinned at Rod. Rod grinned back, openly admiring Adam's broad shoulders, flat stomach, and thick, uncut cock. Rod's grin disappeared when Adam dove headfirst into the water. As soon as Adam surfaced Rod yelled, "Are you crazy?"

"What did I do?" Adam sputtered.

"You don't dive in a lake without checking the area first. There could be submerged rocks!"

"Oh. Sorry. But it was a good dive, right?"

"It was a beautiful dive," Rod said, "And you're still getting a spanking."

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Missing Flynn

2011-07-12T11:37:00.000-07:00

Missing Flynn

by Rolf

There's something missing. A whisker burning kiss, first thing in the morning. A very large and heavy hand massaging the back, massaging lower at a far too brisk pace to handle quietly when it's needed. The crushing hug that knocks the breath from your lungs and which defies gravity. Those eyes that look deep into you, past all the barriers, the lies, straight to the heart of you, demanding the same in return. A Flynn is missing.

What's not missing? The love you know is there at all times, which you can run to at any moment and find again.

A Matched Set

2011-06-22T22:07:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge.

This Drabble is part of the *Green Mountain Boys' Skinny Dipping Party

A Matched Set

by Tarabeth

This drouble immediately follows All's Fair in Love and Switching

Miles rolled his eyes at Simon, and his heart filled with glee at his beautifully giggling brat. He reached out his hands and pulled both his naked partners to him.

A yelp erupted from the small circle, and Steve craned his head to try and look at the hand print Simon added to his butt.

Simon smiled. "I thought you'd look better with a matched set. I don't want people to ASSUME you're a well loved brat; I want them to KNOW."

Steve pulled his partners into a tighter hug. He was shocked that he was proud to show off the set of hand prints on his ass—but he also had never thought he would find love like this. Steve took hold of his partner's hands. With Miles on his right and Simon on his left the three lovers laughed as they ran for the river. They danced and splashed in the water until Steve suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Simon asked.

Steve's eyes grew large and his mouth fell open. He was unable to speak, all he could do was point to the two older men—who looked much less conservative without their clothes on.

~*~

*This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe.  *Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Swimming Lessons

2011-06-22T21:45:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge.

This Drabble is part of the *Green Mountain Boys' Skinny Dipping Party

Swimming Lessons

by Dee

"Is there a problem?"

Milton turned at the familiar voice.

"Boy, I asked you a question."

Being partnered to Sheldon, very little surprised Milton but the sight of Gordon standing there sans clothes took him by surprise. And he wasn't the only one, as he felt Blade maneuver behind him.

"Gordon, I wasn't expecting to see you."

"By the looks of it neither was your young friend. I received the most intriguing invitation and couldn't resist the idea of a brisk swim. Young man, the next time you contract out a mass mail out, make sure you vet the list.

~*~

*This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe.  *Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Free

2011-06-22T21:35:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge.

This Drabble is part of the *Green Mountain Boys' Skinny Dipping Party

Free

by Dizzy

This Drabble Follows Old and New: Jonah's Reaction

Samuel had never felt this way before. Standing in the middle of an icy cold Vermont river, surrounded by hundreds of men, from various nationalities, of all sizes and ages, some sporting cheeks redder than others.

Samuel couldn't help but laugh at the antics of some of the men. Some of the men were playful; some showed signs of arousal despite the freezing water. He turned to see his lover, standing knee deep in the river. The smile on Jonah's face was all the reassurance he needed. No, he never felt this way before; he had never felt so free.

~*~

*This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe.  *Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Old and New: Jonah's Reaction

2011-06-22T21:29:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge.

This Drabble is part of the *Green Mountain Boys' Skinny Dipping Party

Old and New: Jonah's Reaction

by Dizzy

Jonah was confused at the mandatory gathering of so many men. He froze as four hundred and twenty four men shed their clothes at a shouted command. Jonah heard Samuel laugh as he hastily stripped, but was too shocked to stop him. He felt gentle hands unbutton his shirt.

"Jonah, breathe you are turning a horrid shade of red." Landon said, and continued sarcastically, "think of this as your Baptism into our world."

"Acquiesce, Jonah. As Landon references the New Testament, I'll take a page from Proverbs of the Old Testament, and I'll not spare the rod tonight." Gordon stated.

*This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe.  *Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

GMB's Set Skinny Dipping World Record

2011-06-22T21:10:00.000-07:00

The World Skinny Dipping Record was broken in Wales on June 20, 2011

The setting of the world record prompted Natasha to write Swimming Fun for the July Tea Room Challenge

Swimming Fun by Natasha - Blade and Milton

After sharing Swimming Fun, Natasha opened her Reality Check Universe* to her fans to have a bit of a play. The following drabbles, droubles, and ficlets were the results.

Red Moon Arising by Dizzy - Blade, Liam and Nathan

Swimming in the Buff by Natasha - Blade, Sheldon, and Mysterious Stranger

Old and New: Jonah's Reaction by Dizzy - Jonah and Samuel & Gordon and Landon

Free by Dizzy - Jonah and Samuel

Swimming Lessons by Dee - Gordon and Milton

All's Fair in Love and Switching by Tarabeth - Simon, Miles and Steve

A Matched Set by Tarabeth - Simon, Miles and Steve

Swim, Swam, Swum by Natasha - Tildon, Mike and Luke

After the Swim by Natasha - Blade

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*Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

All’s Fair in Love and Switching

2011-06-22T00:13:00.000-07:00

Natasha let several people play in her Reality Check Universe* during the Skinny Dipping Challenge and I was tempted by Simon, Miles and Steve. I thought that Miles would have found the opportunity to set the skinny dipping record the first fun thing about the Green Mountain Boys, and he would have dragged his partners to the lodge. So, here's my take on it.

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge

All’s Fair in Love and Switching

by Tarabeth

A firm hand landed hard against the lily white round butt cheek. “Owe!” Steve yelled. He stumbled as he continued to step out of his jeans and glared at Miles. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were a well loved brat.” Miles laughed as he pulled off his shirt.

“I have two tops; I think people will assume I’m well loved.”

Miles yelped and clasped his hands over the now scorching hand print on his ass. He turned and gave Simon the evil eye.

“All’s fair in love and switching,” Simon laughed.

~*~

Read what happened next at A Matched Set

~*~

*Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

The Struggle

2011-06-21T15:18:00.000-07:00

Written for the June 2011 Tea Room To Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

The Struggle

by PJ

Hearing a commotion, Link ran up the steps into the kitchen. He heard swearing coming from their bedroom. Stopping short, Link struggled not to laugh. Wes was jumping, twisting & turning, colorful words escaping his mouth. Link grabbed his bouncing brat demanding to know if he was hurt.

“NO” Wes growled as he finally finished pulling on the tights.

“You aren’t going to the Renaissance Faire in those tights, Babe”.

“You’re kidding, right”? Wes whined.

“Nope, the only person enjoying this view is me, now change or we’ll be late”. Slapping Wes’ ass as he passed by leaving the room.

Summer Rainstorm

2011-06-21T15:02:00.000-07:00

Written for the August 2011 Tea Room Summer Rainstorm Challenge

Summer Rainstorm

by Carol

It's been hot as hell here lately! My brat and I were sitting on the sofa trying to stay cool by the fan, since the AC had stopped working. All of a sudden, the lights flickered, and we heard the roll of thunder. Then the skies opened up, and the rain began to fall. My brat jumped to his feet, and went running toward the front door. As he swung it open, his face lit up.

"It's raining!" He shouted at me, as he made a bee line toward the front yard.

"What are you doing?" I yelled after him, grabbing the blanket off the back of the sofa, and following him out the door, all in one fast move.

"I love playing in the rain," he told me, dancing around, with his face and arms held up toward the sky.

"Yes, my love, but maybe you should play naked in the rain in the back yard," I told him, wrapping him in the blanket, before the neighbors got an eye full, or called the police.

To Brat or Not to Brat

2011-06-21T14:49:00.000-07:00

Written for the June 2011 Tea Room to Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

To Brat or Not to Brat

By Carol

My brat's head was on my shoulder; we were laid out on the sofa chest to chest. His long legs were between mine. I held him tight to me and gently rubbed his bare back to get him to calm down; his bottom was still a lovely shade of red, from the spanking I gave him not that long ago. I whispered softy to him to settle him down some. His snot, tears and saliva soaked my shirt, but I didn't care as long as he knew I still loved him. I could still see a few hand prints on the back of his legs. I kissed his forehead, and he looked at me.

"We're good?" He asked with a shaky breath as he rubbed his face into my shirt.

"Always," I told him giving him a one arm hug and kissing his forehead again. "Did you learn anything from this?" I asked as I always d--sometimes I get an answer, sometimes I get a shrug. This time I felt him nod into my chest. "What?"

"When to brat and not to brat," he told me giving me a silly smile.

By Any Other Name

2011-06-21T14:38:00.000-07:00

Written for the June 2011 Tea Room To Brat or Not to Brat challenge

By Any Other Name
by Dizzy

"Chase, you've been working on your assignment since I arrived home." Jason said. "See college isn't as hard as you thought it would be. I'm proud of you."

Chase felt a warm glow inside as Jason told him he was proud of him. "I didn't know Shakespeare was so cool. High school literature class sucked, but this professor makes it interesting. We have to take one of  Shakespeare's quotes and write an essay showing how it applies to our lives."

"Professor Stanley is good, she relates to her students and their needs," Jason replied.  "Are you almost finished? Would you like to read it to me?"

"Yep, just finished.  OK, you ready?"

"Yes."

"The Beast with Two Backs and How it Applies to My Life," Chase started then stopped as Jason interrupted.

"Chase, I don't think that's an appropriate quote."

"I thought you might say that, so I have another one.  Want to hear it?"

"I may regret this but yes." 

"A Spanking by Any Other Name, Would Still Feel the Same." 

"I have one for you," Jason said. "To Spank or Not to Spank, That is the Question."

Chase laughed and replied, "I think you are making Much Ado about Nothing."

The End

Red Moon Arising

2011-06-21T14:25:00.000-07:00

Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinning Dipping Challenge
This Drabble follows Natasha's Swimming Fun Drabble


Red Moon Arising
by Dizzy
 
"Are you sure you still want to go?" Liam asked, cuddling Nathan on his lap. "I paddled you pretty hard."
 
"I wanted, needed, it hard. We are back at the resort.  I wanted to feel your dominance." Nathan assured his top with a watery smile.
 
"All right, let's go see if we can break this world record."
 
They walked arm in arm to where over four hundred naked men waited for the signal before running into the river winding through the resorts land.
 
"I see a red moon arising!" a voice sang out behind them.
 
"Shut up, Blade!" Nathan laughed.

This Drabble is followed by Natasha's Swimming in the Buff.

~*~

This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe.  *Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Shall I Compare Thee to a Naughty Child?

2011-06-11T01:33:00.000-07:00

Shall I Compare Thee to a Naughty Child?

by Jay

with apologies to William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a naughty child?

Thou art more wilful and more resolute:

A boy may be reproved with comments mild,

But words curb not thy conduct dissolute.

Sometimes I think, to test my love and bounds,

Thou need’st me to endure without complaint,

Yet my reflective thought thy rage compounds:

Thy tricks would try the patience of a saint.

But when contrition floods thy wayward soul,

And guilt and shame thy joyful spirit crush:

Then gladly dost thou bend unto my role,

As I do strive to make thy bottom blush.

In thy submission dost devotion lie,

My love and care for thee will never die.

********

It Hurts

2011-05-30T22:34:00.000-07:00

It Hurts

by Adele

It hurts. He is so angry at me, and I know he has every right to be, but still, it hurts. I beg and plead, but once he has committed himself he always stands by his decision. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I cannot keep them from falling. I'm sure I must look pitiful, but there is no mercy in him right now, no forgiveness yet. I know he will get over being mad and forgive me eventually, but I simply cannot wait for that.

"Please? PLEASE!"

"No."

It hurts when he won't spank me.

Good Morning

2011-05-20T13:54:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Artwork by Michael Breyette

Good Morning

by Clawkit

By mutual agreement they don't kiss in the morning. They like sex first thing and getting up to brush ruins the mood and Pat at least is fastidious enough that morning breath...just no. Mark doesn't care. He burrows his nose in Pat's warmly fragrant armpit, deliberately catching the hair in his teeth and pulling. Pat shoves him away, lower, and Mark obediently ducks under the blanket, inhaling the faintly stale air as he closes his lips around Pat's erect cock. There's breakfast and there's love and this is both, hot and sticky, sweet and sloppy and very, very good.

Breakfast in Bed with Dillon and Gary

2011-05-20T00:10:00.000-07:00

Inspired by the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Breakfast in Bed with Dillon and Gary

by Carol

Dillon rolled over and gave a low moan. His arm snaked around my waist and his leg pinned mine to the bed. He buried his face into my chest, and I gently kissed his forehead. I took a deep breath inhaling his smell. He gently nuzzled my chest and tenderly pushed his crotch into mine. I felt his tongue touch my nipple as he licked his dry lips. My stomach gave a slight rumble. "Hey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked.

"You!" He said and took my nipple into his mouth.

The Cornish Cream Tea

2011-05-19T16:26:00.000-07:00

Written for the May 2011 Tea Room Healthy Living Challenge

The Cornish Cream Tea

by Jay

“We can’t come to the West Country and not have a Cornish cream tea.”

“You shouldn’t be clogging up your arteries with clotted cream.”

“Oh, come on. We’re only here for the weekend. This is a special treat.”

“You’ve got your cholesterol test on Monday.”

“So! It needs to be a realistic reading. I should be eating normally today.”

“Okay, go ahead. But if the result is worse than last time, you go over my knee.”

“Hey, who’s in charge in this relationship?”

“When it comes to your health, I am.”

“You know, the tuna salad looks very good too.”

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Body Language - Jess

2011-05-18T14:21:00.000-07:00

Body Language - Jess

by Dizzy

Jess saw the change in Ken's body; the small lift of the shoulders, the gleam in his eyes, his chest's almost imperceptible swell. This was Ken's body and mind going into top mode.

Jess could feel his own body responding to Ken. His shoulders dropping as the frustration he felt at the dry waller's mistake slipped into calmness. Jess felt the disappointment at himself, that he had lost control, yelled at the dry waller. Jess's ass tingled with awareness as he glanced at Ken.

Jess knew what would happen tonight. His mind and his body craved the dominance. Jess would resist the urge to submit until tonight. Tonight, at home, Jess didn't have to control anything and with that thought, felt his body relax even more.

End

Hobbies

2011-05-18T13:55:00.000-07:00

Written for the May 2011 Health Living Tea Room Challenge

Hobbies

by Dizzy

"You said you wanted us to start living healthier. It says right here that you should have a hobby, something you enjoy." Jess said. "Doing something you enjoy relieves stress. And relieving stress is living healthier."

"I meant eating right; exercising more." Ken explained.

"If the burn is just right, we will get plenty of exercise afterward."

Ken looked at him and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's something I enjoy, as long as I'm not in trouble," Jess mumbled, embarrassed to admit such a thing.

Ken looked at Jess smiled and said, "OK then, over my lap you go."

End

Who's the Top

2011-05-18T13:41:00.000-07:00

Written for the May 2011 Tea Room Healthy Living Challenge

Who's the Top
by PJ

Lost in thought, he came in to my workshop.

Snagging him, I pulled him in close for a hug.

Sighing he whispered in my ear "broccoli or beets?"

"Huh?"

"We're eating healthier now, you choose."

Groaning, I slid the candy bar further back on the bench.

Tapping my belly, grinning as he pointed out, "A walk will help work off that candy bar."

Patting his hip I growled, "Getting a little sassy aren't you little boy?

I'll decide how WE work off that candy bar"

I reached for his waist band, clearing off the work bench with my free hand.

Breakfast In Bed

2011-05-16T02:02:00.000-07:00

Inspired by the Loving Swat's Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Author's note: I'm not part of the group where this challenge came from but the Doctor's brat was begging this to be written.

Breakfast In Bed

by Carol

"Roll over and close your eyes," my brat ordered from the door way.

I did as he asked; I even put my hands behind my head. The next thing I felt was him pulling the bedding back and then his straddling me.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I opened my eyes to see him holding a jar of jam and a thing of cream cheese.

"So do you want to be the bagel or toast?" He asked as the tip of his tongue touch his pink lips.

"Toast you can be the bagel." I told him when I saw the strawberries.

Breakfast in Bed

2011-05-15T23:27:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Breakfast in Bed

by Jay

Fresh from the shower, with just a towel around his waist, John exuded sex appeal. His hair dripped onto his muscular shoulders and the lingering dampness on his skin made his body glisten. Richard lay back in bed and tried to look alluring.

The silent invitation worked its magic and John stopped pottering around the bedroom and came to join his partner. Carelessly discarding his towel, he climbed under the coverlet and rolled eagerly into Richard's embrace. There he stopped, conscious of a gritty coating adhering to his damp skin. "Have you been eating toast in bed?" he asked menacingly.

*****

Breakfast in Bed

2011-05-15T21:35:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Breakfast in Bed

By Jo

Breakfast in bed.

Adam had never been good in the kitchen but unknown to Brian he'd been taking
lessons. There had been many burnt items, but finally he believed he had cracked
it. This morning was his graduation exercise.

"Wake up sleepyhead," he said as he entered the bedroom carrying a tray. Brian
sat up, rubbed his eyes and eyed the tray suspiciously. He began to laugh.

"Congratulation, you've mastered two toast, with jam and marmite and coffee."

Drabbles by PJ

2011-05-15T16:51:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Sunrise

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Magic

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Nightmares

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Written for the July 2011 Tea Room Skinny Dipping Challenge

Join Me

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Fireworks

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Written for the June 2011 To Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

The Struggle

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Who's the Top

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More Stories by PJ

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Magic

2011-05-15T16:47:00.000-07:00

Magic

by PJ

I was sent to the corner 15 minutes ago. At least my butt wasn't on fire. A little giggle slipped out.

"No giggling in the corner" came from the bathroom.

"I didn't know you would need it tonight?"

I turned as he came into the bedroom, toweling off his freshly washed hair. "You do not use my Top Hat to practice your magic tricks"

Picturing it again, I doubled over laughing "You should have seen your face - eggs dripping everywhere". Eyes twinkling, he shook his head pulling me in to a familiar hug. The kiss said I was forgiven.

Sunrise

2011-05-15T16:36:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Sunrise

by PJ

Snuggling deeper, trying to find the warmth that was there just a few minutes ago, he could hear water gently splashing. He didn't want to open his eyes. It was cold, the bed was hard and his butt hurt. He had promised himself he wouldn't wander off again tonight.

He felt a gentle nudge on his hip. Carefully rolling over he winced as he peeked out. The cause of his pain was kneeling beside him, framed by the breathtaking sunrise over the lake, holding warm bear claws and 2 hot chocolates. Grinning he moved over flipping their sleeping bag open.

Blush

2011-05-15T13:47:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Blush

by Dizzy

The first blush of the morning sun peaked into the room shining in Reed's eyes, waking him. Reed rolled over, and since William had pushed the covers to his ankles, he saw the blush still on William's bottom. Reed knew by that slight blush, William would have a reminder of yesterday's spanking every time he sat down. Reed thought of the hard chairs that went with the kitchen table. Slipping quietly out of bed, leaving William sleeping, Reed walked to their kitchen.

Reed couldn't make the whole day comfortable for William, but breakfast would be eaten on their soft bed.

The end.

Breakfast in Bed

2011-05-15T13:32:00.000-07:00

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Breakfast in Bed

By Dash

Charlie smiled as he moved around the kitchen. The toaster popped and his smile widen as he laughed softly. Joe had been working long hours lately and they hadn't had much time to take advantage of the new kitchen. Luckily, this was going to make up for it.

Carefully balancing the plates, he laid everything out exactly how he wanted it on their bed.

Turning on the tv, he smiled as he enjoyed a quick bite of hot, buttered pop-tart before queuing up the DVR; ready to get caught up on Castle in the peace and quiet of the house.

Breakfast in Bed

2011-05-15T02:09:00.000-07:00

A May 2011 Loving Swats Drabble Challenge

Blush by DJ

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Breakfast in Bed by Carol

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Breakfast in Bed by Dash

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Breakfast in Bed by Jay

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Breakfast in Bed by Jo

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Breakfast in Bed by Lou

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Breakfast in Bed by Natasha

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Breakfast in Bed with Dillon and Gary by Carol

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Good Morning by Elizabeth Marshall

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Off by Lou

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Oh-Oh by Lady Jodie

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Le Petit Déjeuner au Lit by Mel

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Perfection by Tarabeth

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Recovery by Amason

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Sunrise by PJ

Drabbles by Dizzy

2011-04-26T17:28:00.000-07:00

Feelings - Ken

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Body Language - Jess

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Written for the Writing Lines Chillax Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge

Shellac

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Johah's Trying

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Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Blush

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Written for the Tea Room May 2011 Health Living Challenge

Hobbies

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Written for the Tea Room June 2011 To Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

By Any Other Name

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Written for the Tea Room July 2011 Skinny Dipping Challenge

Control

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Red Moon Arising

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Old and New: Jonah's Reaction

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Free

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Written for the Tea Room August 2011 Summer Rain Storm Challenge

Decision

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Good to be Home

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Written for the Tea Room September 2011 Leather Challenge

At Peace

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Written for the Tea Room October 2011 Oktoberfest Challenge

Anything for a Beer

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I Cry

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His Hands
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Those Hands

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More Stories by Dizzy

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and More Stories by Dizzy

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Stories by Dizzy and Natasha

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Feelings - Ken

2011-04-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

Feelings

by Dizzy

Ken welcomed the feelings that were rising inside. His palm was tingling, in anticipation of spanking his brat, turning those bottom cheeks dark crimson; that feeling of guiding, and yes even scolding, his brat. These were the feelings that he reveled in.

Ken would welcome the feelings that came after the discipline, also. He would comfort Jess. He would assure his brat that he wasn't angry. Ken would remind Jess that he didn't enjoy causing his brat pain; although, he did enjoy the caring and dominance that defined his role of top.

They would have to wait until tonight, until they were safely at home. Here at the construction site, Jess was the boss. At home, Jess gratefully relinquished that burden, while Ken gloried in it.

August 2011 - Summer Rainstorms

2011-04-25T16:47:00.000-07:00

August 2011 Tea Room

Summer Rainstorm Challenge Challenge

Change of Plans by PJ

Decision by Dizzy

Good to be Home by Dizzy

Summer Rainstorm by Carol

Summer Storms by Carol

June 2011 - To Brat or Not to Brat

2011-04-25T16:32:00.000-07:00

The June 2011 Challenge t'is all things Shakespeare.

Writeth a sonnet, drabble, story or play.

Use a Shakespeare theme, base thy story on a favorite quote,

or sendeth thy characters to the Renaissance Faire or to a Shakespeare Festival.

By Any Other Name by DJ

Shall I Compare Thee to a Naughty Child? a sonnet by Jay

Steve's Tale, Chapter 14 by Natasha

Surviving Shakespeare by Draggon-flye

The Struggle by PJ

To Brat or Not to Brat by Carol

To Brat or Not to Brat by Chris Dangerfield

Visit the Shakespearean Insult Generator for inspiration.

May 2011 - Healthy Living

2011-04-25T16:12:00.000-07:00

Healthy Living May 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Hobbies by DJ

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Who's the Top by PJ

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The Cornish Cream Tea by Jay

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Balancing Act by Lady Jodie and Teri

July 2011 - Skinny Dipping

2011-04-25T16:05:00.000-07:00

After you have thoroughly enjoyed looking at the picture,

please plan to to write a story or drabble for the

July 2011 Skinny Dipping Tea Room Challenge

The World Skinny Dipping Record was broken in Wales on June 20, 2011

Cold and Contrite by Jay

Control by Dizzy

Dive by Adele

Join Me by PJ

O' Canada by Tarabeth

Skinny Dipping by Carol

Unexpected Visitors by Natasha

The Green Mountain Boys Break the World Skinny Dipping Record

with drabbles and short stories by Natasha, Dizzy, Dee, and Tarabeth

Shellac

2011-04-14T18:28:00.000-07:00

Shellac

by Dizzy

Ken looked at the can, baffled. "Why are you giving this to me?"

"You said you needed shellac," Jess said.

"I said you needed to "chillax". It means chill out and relax at the same time," Ken said, trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin.

"I just wasted two hours going to Meeks! All because you've been working with those teenagers." Jess yelled. "What kind of top are you?'

"Yours."

With that single word, said so lovingly, Jess did chillax.

Chillaxing

2011-04-14T18:22:00.000-07:00

Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge

Chillaxing

by Carol

"What are you doing?" David asked.

"Chillaxing," I told him licking my ice-cream cone.

"Aren't you suppose to do that in your room." He said giving me an evil grin.

"To chill and to relax at the same time is Chillaxing." I told him, he just shook his head and sat down next to me in the kiddie pool.

"What are you two doing?" Allen asked. I looked over at David.

"We're chillaxing." We both said licking our cones.

Jonah's Trying

2011-04-14T18:07:00.000-07:00

Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge

Jonah's Trying

by Dizzy

Samuel's eyes sparkled as he choked out, "what did you say?"

"I said; let's go to our room and chillax. Some of the younger brats have been trying to Americanize my speech." Jonah sighed and continued. "I love you, Samuel; I don't want to lose you. I'm trying to change."

"You don't have to change that much," Samuel sniggered.

"Let's go upstairs, I'll show you what hasn't changed."

Laughter erupted as Jonah slung him over his shoulder, and took the stairs two at a time.

This Drabble is set in the Reality Check Universe. Reality Check by Natasha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Chillax

2011-04-14T18:02:00.000-07:00

Chillax

by Jay

"Oh, just chillax!" Andy said with a touch of exasperation.

"What did you say? I hope that's not some new obscenity you've picked up from the internet."

"No, no it's not," Andy hastened to explain. "It's just means chill out and relax."

"Then say what you mean, young man."

"I'm only saying that you're making a fuss over nothing. I can sort this out later."

"If you don't sort it out now you're looking at a spannering."

"What do you mean?" Andy asked suspiciously.

"Just a spanking followed by cornering. You're not the only one who can coin new words!"

Chillax

2011-04-14T17:58:00.000-07:00

A Writing Lines Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge. It’s a very simple one ‘The brat tells the top to Chillax’. Or if you like the top can tell the brat either way is fun. For anyone who doesn’t know the word, the Urban Dictionary defines it as:

Chillax:

1. To chill and relax simultaneously.

2. To loosen or reduce the level of stress by employing a more relaxed and groovy outlook.

Chillax by Jay

Chillax by Natasha

Chillax Dr. P by Mel

Chillaxing by Carol

Chillax, Old Man! by Lady Jodie

Itch by Lou

It Was Just a Small Fire by Tarabeth and Jo

Johnah's Trying by DJ

Rudeness isn't Tolerated by Lady Jodie

Shellac by DJ

Snap by Lou

Taxes - April Challenge 2011

2011-04-14T17:37:00.000-07:00

Busted by Lady Jodie and Jo

Cars and More Cars by Natasha - Part II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI

April 2011 Challenge - Taxes

2011-03-27T09:43:00.000-07:00

April 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Write a Drabble or Story about Taxes

March 2011 Challenge - Traffic Accidents

2011-03-27T08:29:00.000-07:00

A Top's Entitlement by Lady Jodie

In the Beginning by Jay

One too Many by Natasha

Rob and Tim by Lou

What was is No Longer by Carol

In the Beginning

2011-03-27T08:27:00.000-07:00

Many thanks to Tarabeth whose March Tea Room Challenge gave me an opportunity to explore the difficult process by which one couple get themselves into a discipline partnership.

In the Beginning

by Jay

It just started out as a bit of fun, the odd game of slap and tickle, if you know what I mean. I’d made it as clear as I possibly could, without actually having to say the embarrassing words, that I really quite liked being pulled across Matt’s lap and having my bottom warmed. For his part, Matt felt no corresponding awkwardness about describing his own feelings. Not a bit of it! He could wax eloquent on the subject of my pretty little bum and how he liked to watch it pink up and glow a fiery red.

I would pretend to be outraged by his words. It wasn’t that difficult; I do a good impression of pouting and flouncing. But Matt wasn’t deceived. He knew how turned on I was by his description of my bubble butt writhing over his lap, of the handprints he laid on each cheek and the rosy flush he could impart to my nether regions. Well, I could hardly hide my response, could I? Matt has a nasty habit of embarking on his lyrical descriptions while I’m lying naked across his lap and sometimes my squirming and wriggling has very little to do with the blaze in my backside. So, as I say, Matt knew I wasn’t an unwilling participant in our little games.

Actually, it was always more than just a game. There had to be an excuse for a spanking, however flimsy. We both like the ‘who’s been a naughty boy?’ scenario and sometimes I’d mess about, do something stupid, simply to provoke the desired response. It’s not just the spanking, you see. I like everything that goes with it: the sense of shame, the humiliation of being bare arsed, the tense wait for the first stroke and, finally, the proffered apology and resultant forgiveness.

I’m afraid that makes it all sound much heavier than it actually was. I never really needed much in the way of spanking; the eroticism was all in my head. Initially I did feel a trifle uncomfortable about my attraction to such a shameful fetish but Matt says my feelings are quite normal, quite common even. He was so matter of fact about his own enjoyment of spanking, so articulate in the analysis of his own responses, that he helped me come to terms with my own needs and desires. For him, it was the appeal of having me at his mercy with my naked and trembling flesh positioned ready for his punishing hand. He was aroused by the visual and tactile stimulus which fed his need for dominance and control. In comparison, my own fascination with submission and punishment seemed positively tame.

I suppose we’re well matched, although the spanking only became a part of our bedroom fun and games after we’d been together for some time. As I say, it wasn’t something we’d ever talked about; somehow we just fell into the way of it. I’ve since said to Matt that it seems incredible that our sexual fantasies mesh so neatly but he claims there’s nothing to be surprised about. According to him, most people are turned on by the idea of a spanking and, as I like to be on the receiving end, there was always a fifty-fifty chance that I’d end up with a partner ready and willing to oblige. I’m not so sure about that line of reasoning myself, but I never found any difficulty in providing Matt with an excuse to deliver a few firm slaps across my squirming backside and that usually served as a prelude to a bout of hot sex.

There was always something I could do at bedtime that was guaranteed to get on Matt’s nerves. He doesn’t seem capable of settling down to a good night’s sleep if the bedroom isn’t in apple pie order, whereas I’m more inclined to fling my clothes to the four winds and sort out the mess at some unspecified later date. He’s positively neurotic about the state of the bathroom. He’ll never permit me to leave sodden towels in the bath or on the floor and, when he’s really in a bossy mood, squeezing the toothpaste in the middle and leaving the cap off is sure to bring out the worst in him. For the most part I indulge his eccentricities and make a genuine effort to clear up after myself. I even try to leave the bathroom as he would wish to find it. But you can see how easy it was to provoke him into punitive action and the best of it was that, if I gave Matt an excuse to spank me, it always got him in a frisky mood.

Then there came the day when he was genuinely angry with me. I could tell because his whole demeanour changed. I know I’ve described him as bossy but that’s not fair; he’s normally the most accommodating of men. But this time there was no answering grin when I tried to make light of what had happened. Instead there was a steely sparkle in his eyes and his normally responsive features were set in a rigid expression of censure. My lame excuses and feeble jokes died on my lips and I looked at him in wide eyed alarm.

“It wasn’t that serious, Matt,” I assured him frantically. “The garage says it’ll only take two or three days to fix.”

“I don’t care a damn about the car, Joe,” he exclaimed with unaccustomed vehemence. “You could have been killed.”

“I wasn’t going very fast,” I pointed out, unwisely. “I was never in any real danger.”

“The speed you were going doesn’t matter,” he shouted. “Not in those conditions. You were shivering with shock when I got to you. Your body knew you were dicing with death even if you’re trying to make light of things now.”

“I’d have got away with it if there hadn’t been a lamppost in the way.”

Matt was unimpressed by my increasingly desperate attempts to deflect his anger. He did make a visible effort to bring his temper under control but he still looked appallingly grim. “And if the car had skidded the other way you’d have gone into the path of a lorry,” he insisted.

I could hardly deny the truth of what he was saying. He’d been at my side within minutes of my call and had witnessed the scene of the accident for himself. His office isn’t far away and he must have run all the way there on icy pavements. Given the state of the roads, and the blockage caused by my car obstructing the carriageway, the traffic was gridlocked. The lorry driver had abandoned his vehicle and was helping one or two other motorists who were trying to disengage the bonnet of my car from the lamppost. I was too shaken up to offer any assistance and they were finding it difficult to maintain a firm foothold on the impacted snow as they tried to shift my vehicle out the way. Matt knew just how lucky I’d been to avoid skidding into the path of the oncoming heavy goods vehicle; he could see where it had come to rest only feet from my crumpled car.

“I’m sorry,” I offered as a quick and convenient phrase to bring to an end a tense exchange and placate my seething partner.

“What for?” he countered.

For a moment I didn’t think he meant the question seriously but it soon became clear that he was waiting for an answer. “For crashing the car?” I ventured with that rising intonation which turns a statement into a question.

I saw him take a deep breath before he replied with studied calm. “I’ve already told you, Joseph, that I’m not bothered about what happened to the car. My sole concern has always been for your safety.”

He gave me a few moments to rethink my response but, by that stage, my brain had shut down. I just stood there miserably, hating the way the conversation was going but powerless to come up with an acceptable answer. I hung my head to avoid having to maintain eye contact and, the next thing I knew, Matt’s arms were around me and he’d pulled me into a crushing embrace.

“I could have lost you, love. A head on impact with that lorry might have killed you.” I heard his voice catch and his lips brushed my forehead. “I’m sorry that I shouted at you just now,” he added quietly. “It was just that you gave me such a fright. I didn’t know what I’d find when I got to the scene of that accident. I don’t even remember how I got from the office to the roadside.”

I put my arms around his waist and hugged him in silent understanding and sympathy. We stood leaning against one another for a long moment, each drawing comfort from the other’s love and reassurance. But when I lifted my head and ran the tip of my tongue invitingly along Matt’s jawbone he gently pushed me away. “Not now, love,” he said kindly, “we’ve got some unfinished business to sort out, remember.”

He pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and invited me to sit down, before taking a seat on the other side of our small pine table. “It’s clear you haven’t thought about what you might have done differently, Joe,” he said quietly, “so let me go first and tell you what I’m upset about.” I must have had some inkling of what was coming because I visibly flinched, although I managed to hold my head up and look him in the eye throughout his damning recital.

“When we heard the weather warning on the radio this morning,” he began, “I was under the impression that we agreed not take our cars out. The police were urging drivers to make essential journeys only which is why I walked to the station to catch the train and you said you could work from home. In fact, you promised me that you would spend the day at home. Am I remembering our conversation correctly?”

“I ran out of cartridges for the printer, Matt. I thought I’d be fine driving into town and there’s that car park right behind Rymans.”

“Did you or did you not promise me that you’d spend the day at home?”

“Well..... yes, I probably said something like that this morning but the roads are usually clear by lunchtime so I thought it wouldn’t do any harm to pop out.”

“Wouldn’t do any harm or wouldn’t come to my notice? Does a promise mean so little to you, Joe?”

“No... I mean..... I don’t know. It’s just a figure of speech, Matt. I didn’t swear on the Bible or anything.”

“There’s no need to raise your voice, Joe. I’d never ask you to swear on the Bible and you know it. As far as I’m concerned, a promise is a promise and I would always accept your word as binding. Don’t you believe that the promises we make to one another are meant to be kept?”

“I suppose so,” I conceded reluctantly.

“If I’m honest, I have to say I find it hurtful hearing you say that a promise made to me is no more than a figure of speech to you.”

“I didn’t say that.” Matt looked at me quizzically and I hastily amended my comment. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that. You’re getting me all confused. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Calm down. I’m not asking you trick questions. I’m just trying to be honest with you about my own feelings.”

“Are you angry with me?”

Matt took longer to think about his answer than I was expecting. “I can’t be angry with you, love,” he said finally. “I’m just so relieved that you’re alive and uninjured. I am angry that you risked your life though, and for a paltry ink cartridge. I’m angry that you’ve shown such a cavalier attitude towards your own safety and your promise to me. And I’m very disappointed that you seem unable to see what you’ve done wrong or to acknowledge the breach of trust between us.”

It was the sadness in Matt’s tone which reached me when his anger had simply washed over me. As he spoke of his disappointment my resistance crumbled, although I’d never really been resisting him. I’d just been concocting more and more fanciful excuses to justify my behaviour to myself. In truth, I knew, from the moment I left the house that I was taking a dreadful risk. The temperature was still below freezing, even at midday, and the roads were covered in sheet ice. I’d never have ventured out just to complete a print run for work but I’d promised to produce fliers for the pub quiz and, as always, I’d left the task to the last minute.

I dropped my head in my hands and pressed my fingers into my eye sockets as if the pressure could free up some obstruction in my brain. Surprisingly, the gesture did seem to get me thinking more clearly and I managed to whisper the truth behind my cupped hands, “I knew it wasn’t safe to take the car out.”

“What was that, love?”

I was forced to make my admission more audibly. I dropped my hands and looked Matt in the eye. “I knew it wasn’t safe to take the car out,” I said, trying to suppress the slight tremor in my voice. “The minute I saw the state of the roads I knew, but I just decided to take the risk and hope I could get away with it.”

“You did get away with it, love. You walked away unscathed and the insurance company will pay for the car. I’m just so grateful for your lucky escape.”

I’m sorry, Matt. I’m really, really sorry. I should never have left the house, especially after I promised you I’d stay here. And I did take my promise seriously, it was just that.... I don’t know... I managed to put it to the back of my mind, sort of conveniently let myself forget about it, I suppose. I’m so sorry. I feel dreadful about disappointing you and... and so guilty for giving you such a fright.”

“Thank you for saying sorry, Joe. I know you’re sincere this time and it means a lot to me hearing you acknowledge your fault. I’ll gladly accept your apology but you’re going to have to do more to make amends. We don’t have conversations about safety for you to conveniently forget all that’s been said as soon as you want to do something we’ve agreed is too dangerous. I want to make very sure that you won’t pull a stunt like this again.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked with apprehension. Matt had never before punished me for real but I knew at once that he intended to exact a stiff penalty for my disobedience.

“I think you need something to help you think twice about breaking your promises and taking foolish risks. It’s too easy to say sorry, Joe, and then forget all about it until the next time.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I assured him earnestly.

“I intend making very sure of that and I think a good spanking will serve as a firm reminder.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, playing for time as I felt panic rising.

“You know what I mean, Joe; you know how this works. You drop your pants and bend over my lap and I spank your bare bottom until I’m sure you’ve learnt your lesson.”

“Now?”

“Of course, now. We don’t want to drag this out any more, do we?”

“Here, in the kitchen?”

“Well, we’re certainly not adjourning to the bedroom. This isn’t going to be a play spanking, Joseph; make no mistake about that. You’re going to be paying in full for your error of judgement and, trust me, by the time I’ve finished you’ll no longer be feeling guilty.”

I got up slowly and walked around the table to Matt. He’d drawn his chair back to create space around him and I went to stand miserably at his side, waiting for instructions. When none were forthcoming I put my hand to my belt and began to fumble with the loose end which I’d threaded tightly though its leather loop.

It seemed so wrong to be doing this in cold blood, in broad daylight and in the sterile surroundings of our kitchen. I was bitterly embarrassed at the prospect of baring myself for punishment and the thought of lowering myself across Matt’s lap made my stomach churn with a mixture of dread and shame. As my hand moved to the belt buckle my nerve failed and, with sudden determination, I said, “No. I can’t do this, Matt.”

He looked at me for a long moment, gauging my resolve, and then said without condemnation or rancour, “It’s your call, Joe. If you don’t want to go through with this, for whatever reason, I’m not going to force you. We’ll find some other way to sort this out.”

“How?” I demanded. “I’ve hurt you, disappointed you and made you angry. How are you going to deal with that?”

“The same way everyone else deals with hurt, disappointment and anger. I’ll get over it. But don’t think you’re escaping a well deserved punishment,” he added firmly. “I said I was going to make damn sure you never do anything like this again. Rest assured; you’re not going to be driving that car, except with my express permission, for at least a month.”

I nodded my acceptance. In the circumstances it seemed like the best I could hope for. Matt stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. “Let’s make a start on dinner,” he said briskly as though the previous conversation hadn’t taken place. “What do you fancy eating tonight?” I didn’t fancy anything but when Matt suggested a chicken stir fry I agreed and set to work chopping the vegetables into fine strips. If I didn’t eat as much as usual, Matt made no comment and eventually we moved to the sitting room to watch television. He turned to the football which I could watch without having to follow any plot or dialogue but even so, I was unable to respond sensibly to his occasional observations about the game.

We were sitting side by side on the sofa and when the match went into half time Matt put an arm round my shoulder and pulled me against him. “Stop chewing on yourself,” he said kindly. “You made your decision and I respect it. You’ve accepted an alternative penalty. It’s done with, dealt with, forgiven and forgotten. Move on.”

“I can’t help it,” I said glumly. “I still feel guilty and now I feel like a wimp as well.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve got nothing to prove and nothing to feel bad about. I offered a spanking as one way for us to deal with your misbehaviour. I quite understand if you don’t feel able to accept correction administered in such an intimate way. I shouldn’t have sprung it on you without prior discussion. I assumed too much based on what we’ve already done and I’m sorry that I put you in the position of having to refuse.”

“You don’t have to say sorry. I can take it..... you know I can.... I like.... sometimes....” I trailed off. As I’ve said, I never find this an easy topic to talk about but Matt seemed to know what I was trying to say.

“Hey, what we do in the bedroom is something entirely different. There’ll be no changes there.... unless you’re telling me that you don’t like getting your cute little bottom warmed.” Matt laughed and I couldn’t help but grin in return, although I knew I was blushing.

“No, I’m not saying..... It’s not that I don’t like.... I’m okay...”

“I thought I’d read your reactions correctly,” he said with obvious relief. “But I do think there needs to be some sanction for what you did today, something to make you feel you’ve paid the penalty and to put things right between us. Believe me, Joe; I’m not letting you off lightly.”

“Oh, I know that. Am I permitted to ask in what circumstances I’ll be allowed to drive the car?”

“Of course. If I’m not available to drive you myself I’ll give permission for essential journeys.”

“So I need to ask you every time I leave for work?”

“Oh, you won’t be driving to work. You can use public transport.”

That came as a nasty shock but I knew there was no point stating that I’d have to take two buses as well as the train. Matt knew precisely how difficult it was to get to my office by public transport. He also knew that I’d have to get up an hour earlier in the morning if I couldn’t do the journey by car. For that reason alone I would have been better off taking the spanking and getting my punishment over and done with. But that wasn’t the reason why I was feeling so unhappy about my hasty rejection of corporal punishment nor was it the reason why I’d spent the whole evening torn apart by conflicting emotions.

The television screen showed the players coming out of the tunnel for the start of the second half and Matt turned his attention to the game. I excused myself to go upstairs to the loo and then went into our bedroom to think through the situation on my own. I was surprised when Matt didn’t come looking for me but I think he recognised that I needed some time to myself. I sat on the bed and tried to make sense of my feelings.

I was already coming to the conclusion that I’d made a dreadful mistake. I’d panicked when faced with the frightening reality of a punishment spanking but on reflection I knew that I’d passed up the opportunity to give Matt a tangible demonstration of my remorse. He’d just apologised for springing an unacceptable penalty on me but, in reality, he understood my reaction to spanking better than I did myself. I suppose our bedroom games had given him ample opportunity to study my response to the power exchange and they’d led him to believe that I would submit willingly to his discipline.

Matt had been dead right. The only thing he’d misjudged was the crippling effect of my cowardice. If I’d just been a bit braver things would have been back to normal between us and I’d have been feeling a lot better. I would happily have watched the football sitting on a sore bottom just for the relief of feeling comfortable in my mind. Matt had tried all evening to cheer me up but I was still consumed with guilt and overwhelmed with regret that I’d rejected the one sanction guaranteed to set everything to rights.

It took me a while to figure out the way forward, although the solution was actually staring me in the face. I just had to find the courage to face up to it. I paced the bedroom floor, struggling with one of the most difficult decisions of my life but once I’d made up my mind the newfound sense of calm convinced me that I was doing the right thing. By the time I came downstairs, the football was over and I could hear Matt in the kitchen loading the dishwasher.

I went to stand hesitantly just inside the kitchen door and when he looked up from his task I took a deep breath and launched straight in. “I shouldn’t have refused the spanking, Matt. I deserved it and I don’t think I’ll feel right until I’ve paid for my faults over your knee. Please, can we go back to where we were this afternoon?”

Matt looked at me steadily. “Are you sure, Joe? You were pretty certain you weren’t ready for this. Has your change of heart got anything to do with having to use public transport to get to work? Because, I’m telling you now, you’re not having unrestricted use of your car, no matter what penalty we decide upon.”

“It’s got nothing to do with the car, Matt, I promise. I just want to feel I’ve paid for what I did to you. I want to put things right between us. I want to go to bed feeling better, even if I’m feeling sore.”

“You’ll be feeling sore alright. If this is really what you want to choose, I’m not going to go easy on you. You do understand that?”

“Yes, Matt. Please, do it now. Don’t make me wait any longer. I’ve had to nerve myself to get to this point.”

Matt looked hard at me and I held his gaze, praying that he could read my determination and wouldn’t be put off by my apprehension. I don’t know what he saw in my expression but it seemed to stiffen his resolve. He pulled one of the kitchen chairs into the centre of the room and called me over to his side. This time he made it easy for me, reaching up to unfasten my trousers himself and pulling them, along with my underpants, down to my knees. That only left me with responsibility for lowering myself across his knees.

That proved a more difficult task than I was expecting. There was no firm mattress to take the weight of my torso and, as I laid my mid section across Matt’s lap, my head and shoulders descended at dizzying speed towards the floor. I was immediately conscious of his powerful thighs pressing into my belly and I tried to take some of my weight on my limbs. I placed the palms of my hands on the cool tiles and tried to brace myself as I scrabbled to gain purchase with my toes which just reached the floor. My body was tense with anxiety and I was ashamed at my inability to control the trembling in my legs.

At once Matt’s left arm descended across my back and his hand curled tightly round my hip as he pulled my whole body more closely towards his own. It made me feel supported and secure and I stopped worrying about sliding off his lap and turned my thoughts to the punishment I would have to endure. When his right hand touched my bottom I flinched reflexively but he was just running his hand around the curve of my buttocks in what felt like a caress.

“Relax,” he said. “There’s no need to get yourself into such a state. Breathe normally. I’m not going to kill you.”

I realised that I was taking short, shallow gasps which were making me light headed and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe more slowly and deeply. As I did so, my panic subsided and the tension drained from my muscles. Matt must have felt my body go limp across his lap because he lifted his hand and asked, “Ready?”

I just nodded and then, realising that he couldn’t see my gesture of assent, I managed to utter the yes which sealed my fate. The flurry of blows which descended quite took my breath away; the sound alone was alarming and the sting was more intense than I’d ever experienced. I realised for the first time how careful Matt must have been when we were playing. I’d had no idea of the power which resided in his right hand and before long I was writhing and squirming across his thighs.

At one point I got a merciful break from the onslaught while Matt lifted my body a little further forward but he was merely bringing my sensitive thighs into range of his punishing hand and, by the time he called a halt, I was ready to promise anything just to escape further chastisement.

I lay across his lap for a while, catching my breath, wiping the tears from my cheeks and trying to adjust to the burning pain which permeated my buttocks and thighs. As soon as I tried to right myself, Matt assisted me to my feet and then held out his arms to offer me a hug. I stepped willingly into the comfort of his embrace, lent against him and laid my head on his chest. He murmured words of reassurance and forgiveness, and as I reconnected with the calm centre of my being, my spirits began to lift. Despite the blaze in my backside, I was happy again. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest and I could breathe freely for the first time since the accident.

The act of bending to retrieve the clothing bunched around my ankles made me wince and, once dressed, I slipped my hands behind my back and cautiously rubbed the afflicted area. I could feel the heat coming off my flesh through the fabric of my trousers and I jiggled my bottom and jumped up and down on the spot a few times in an effort to lessen the pain. Matt watched me sympathetically and then suggested we move to the sitting room where I could lie down on the sofa.

“Are you alright?” he asked anxiously when I was lying full length on my side. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I feel like I’ve paid the price for my broken promise and for my stupidity,” I answered honestly. “I feel like I’ve really shown you how sorry I am for frightening and upsetting you. I feel pretty sore but I’m less stressed now than I’ve been all evening. My one regret is that I didn’t have the courage to take what I deserved right from the start.”

“Don’t say that, Joe. You’ve shown tremendous courage and I’m so proud of you. It’s no easy thing to submit to physical discipline, to lie still over my lap and take a tough spanking.”

“I was too much of a coward to take it first time round though.”

“That wasn’t cowardice, Joseph,” said Matt with emphasis. “It took great bravery to say no to me when you weren’t happy with what I was proposing. I admire you for having the courage of your convictions and my only regret is that I didn’t discuss the role of discipline in our relationship in less charged circumstances.”

“What do you mean?”

“I should have asked you about it before today. We could have talked about my expectations and explored your feelings in an atmosphere of calm. Then we would both have known where we stood when it came to the crunch.”

“And I’d have died of embarrassment well before that, Matt. You know how uncomfortable I am talking dispassionately about such things.”

“I need to know how you feel about this, Joe. I’m never going to punish you without your consent.”

“You know how I feel, Matt. We’ve acted out this scenario often enough in the bedroom. You understand how my mind works; you knew a spanking would make me feel I’d paid the penalty and been forgiven. Sometimes I think you understand me better than I understand myself. You got everything right today. It just took me a little while to see it. You never tried to force me. You did nothing without my consent.”

“Are you sure? I’d hate to feel I manoeuvred you into something you’ll come to regret.”

“I’m sure, Matt. I trust you and I know you’ll always listen to me.”

“I swear I’ll never abuse that trust, Joe, and I hope you’ll always feel able to tell me how you’re feeling.”

Matt was looking at me with such an expression of love and sincerity that I just held out my arms to him. He stood up in response to my invitation and came to sit with me on the sofa. I shifted my legs to make room for him and he bent down and kissed me long and hard. When he spoke again it was in a lighter tone, although he was asking a serious question. “So I have your consent in principle to punishment spankings for serious offences?”

“Only in principle,” I stipulated. “In practice I have no intention of ever rendering myself liable for a second dose from your iron hand.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I never want to experience another day like this one.”

“So when do I get the car back?”

“I’ll reduce your grounding to one week, starting from the day the car is repaired. And you can pay the excess on the insurance policy out of your savings.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Care to commute that to a spanking?” he asked with a deceptively casual air.

“No thank you,” I replied hastily. “I’ll pay the excess.”

~*~*~*~*~

What Was is No Longer

2011-03-27T08:05:00.000-07:00

Title: What was, is now no longer
Author: CarolWarning: No spanking, A Top getting the wits scared out of him
All mistakes are mine sorry.
Written for the March 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Traffic was at a dead stop; someone said there had been a bad accident at the intersection. I parked my car where I could, and got my medical bag. I figured that since I am a doctor, I might be able to help out. I got out of the car, and walked half a block, and saw total chaos all around; one car was on its side in the middle of the intersection. A police officer was trying to keep the foot traffic away from the area, and I could smell gas and hot oil. I showed him my medical work tag, and he let me through. When I saw the car that was smashed into the light pole, my heart stopped in mid-beat! I knew that car! The thought of me helping went out the window; I needed to find the driver of that car. The blood on the windshield made me sick to my stomach. I stopped another officer, and told him who I was looking for. He gave me a worried look, and pointed to a small group of people. The person I was looking for was sitting on the grass by a wall. He was holding a yellow shock blanket around him tightly, and had a blood-soaked bandage taped to his forehead; he looked as white as cotton.

I asked the EMT his status, and was told that he was very lucky that all he got was a few cuts and burses; those old cars don't have the safety stuff the newer ones have. The driver looked up at me, as tears started to fall, and his bottom lip did the little quiver thing it does. He gave me a weak smile, and held out his arms, as I dropped to my knees, and gently pulled him to me. I held him in my arms, and, as his head rested on my shoulder, all I could do was whisper softly in his ear that he was fine and alive; everything would be okay. His body was shaking, and because he could no longer hold onto his emotions, he let them out.

"I'm sorry about the car," he told me.

The car. I'd forgotten all about the car. I looked over at it. My mint condition `63 corvette convertible was no longer what it once was; it was now just a hunk of twisted metal.

"It's just a car," I told him, giving him a kiss to the forehead.

End.