Co-written By: Mel and LJ
Rene sat on the hard plastic chair in the police station meeting room beside his friends. He had his legs crossed and his hands over his lap. Even though his fellow detainees were all in the same state of undress, he was feeling very embarrassed by his lack of clothing. This had started out to be so much fun, but too much beer and bravado had led them all into trouble. What should have been a very quick streak of artistically decorated bodies, running from the garage, around the small park and back had ended up being a disaster. Why of all days, did today have to be the one that had the police in the park giving bicycle safety checks for the town’s kids?
After they had been herded into the room and out of sight, the Police Chief, Chandi Barrett had given them a short but scathing lecture on appropriate behaviour. He then collected names and phone numbers from each of them for someone who could pick them up and vouch for them. The previously boisterous group of young men were suddenly very quiet as they sat miserably waiting for their partners to come and collect them.
They all looked up as the door to the small room opened. The Constable looked at the clipboard he carried. “Rene Pierce, you’re sprung.”
Rene felt his stomach churn. Part of him wanted to run out the door and into Zack’s arms. The other part wanted to hide under the chair. He stood slowly and walked towards the door with his hands discretely placed in front of him. He kept his eyes on the ground as he walked but stopped short when he spotted a familiar pair of shoes. He looked up slowly until his eyes connected with those of his husband. “Hi Zack,” he squeaked.
Zack was pacing the floor in front of the Police Chief’s desk. Even though it only took a few minutes for Constable Paul Quincy to return with Rene under his careful watch, it had seemed a long time to Zack.
He stood with his hands on his hips, taking in the sight of his husband as Rene slowly shuffled towards him. But try as he might, Zack was unable to retain the stern expression he had on his face. Nodding, he smiled into the beautiful blue eyes he loved so much. “Nice art work, Rembrandt.”
He pulled Rene into his arms and softly murmured for Rene’s ears only. “But I’d really prefer to have had a private viewing, sweetheart.” An encouraging squeeze and Zack stood back, removed his lab coat and wrapped it around the young man, quietly instructing him to button it up.
Rene was comforted by Zack’s embrace and extremely grateful for the coverage the lab coat provided. He had to push the much too long sleeves up his arms in order to do up each button with shaking hands. He was working on the second button when Zack’s steady hands moved in and efficiently finished the job for him.
“Thanks,” Rene whispered. He looked down at himself. He felt like a little kid playing dress up. The coat hung well below his knees and was easily four sizes too large. But it did the job of providing a sense of dignity and warmth from the cooling air. He looked back up to his husband and softly asked, “Can we please go home now?”
Zack glanced at Chandi and acknowledged the Chief’s nod with one of his own. Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and placed it on the desk. “We’ll be out of here as soon as we get the receipt for your fine, Rene.”
Slipping the receipt and wallet back in his pocket, Zack thanked Chandi and then placed a heavy arm around his husband’s shoulders and steadily steered him towards the big front doors of the station. “It’s home for us, my boy; where I am sure we are in for very interesting discussion.”
Rene sighed and thought, ‘Oh great, a hundred dollars lost on top of everything else.’ He walked along side of Zack, grateful he’d at least worn his sandals for the impromptu streak. Zack had kept his hand on his shoulder until he was tucked securely into the passenger seat of the car. There was something reassuring about the physical contact even if Rene was dreading the contact he was sure that same hand was going to have with his backside later that evening.
It was only a couple of blocks from the police station to their home, but Rene was very glad that Zack had driven the car as the walk down Main Street with his painted skin and wearing nothing but a lab coat would have been truly embarrassing.
When they arrived at the apartment, Rene looked over at the serious expression on his husband’s face and swallowed hard before speaking. “I know you’re angry with me Zack. It was a really stupid thing to do and I am sorry.”
Zack calmly shut the front door, never taking his eyes off the younger man. “I don’t know if ‘angry’ describes how I feel, Rene. I think ‘shock’ might come closer to it. Although I have to agree with your use of ‘stupid’ in reference to your streaking endeavour, which we will soon be discussing in minute detail.” The loving exasperation he felt came through in his voice. “But first things first,” he announced as he left the room.
He returned a minute later. “You really do look great, sweetheart. Good enough to preserve the image. So please pose for me in whatever position you think will show off your artwork best and I’ll take pictures.”
Rene’s mouth dropped open in surprise. This was the reaction he’d hoped for when he’d first started the body painting. But once the whole situation had gone to hell with him and his friends being arrested, he thought any hope of Zack admiring the work had flown out the window.
“You really like the body painting? Even after all the trouble it caused?”
Zack smiled and nodded. “Uh-huh. You see, baby, I view the two separately. I love what you’ve done with your talent. The silver background is perfect and your designs are intriguing.” His eyes sparkled as he leaned in a bit closer. “And your beautiful, shaved body is a real turn on.’’ He chuckled at the look of surprise playing across his husband’s face.
Straightening up, he added in a slightly stern voice, “The second issue we will be taking care of shortly.”
Though Rene knew Zack’s last words were a sign of some unpleasantness yet to come, he couldn’t help but smile at his husband’s enthusiasm for his work and his response to having shaved his body hair.
He unbuttoned the lab coat and hung it over the back of a chair, then gave Zack a grin. “I’m glad you like the design. It was a lot of fun to create.” He moved to stand in front of a solid stretch of wall and posed with his arms held out to show the artwork. “Is this okay?”
Zack nodded and then proceeded to take a number of photos while Rene turned in various ways to show off the full extent of his creation.
Carefully placing the camera on the bookcase, Zack regrettably gazed at the beautifully painted creature in front of him. “I’m going to give you a choice here, Rene. We can hold the needed conversation concerning your streaking now or after you’ve showered.”
Rene gave Zack a weak smile. “I think I’d like to shower first. To be honest, this paint is starting to itch something fierce and I’d be more comfortable with it off me.” He headed towards the bathroom but made a detour at the linen closet. “Do we have any old towels? In case there is any residue from the paint left after my shower, I don’t want to stain the good ones.” He stood scratching at his stomach while looking through the neatly stacked towels.
Zack reached around Rene and pulled out a few pieces of linen. Then taking his husband’s hand, towed him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “In you get,” he ordered, landing a light swat on the silver painted backside.
Swiftly undressing, Zack casually stepped under the spray behind Rene. He lathered up a soft facecloth and began removing the paint from the younger man’s body.
Rene revelled under Zack’s touch. It was firm and possessive as every square inch of his skin was thoroughly washed. He’d tried to take the facecloth at one point when Zack had finished scrubbing his back, only to have his hands pushed away. It seemed like Zack was re-staking his claim to Rene’s body, ensuring that Rene knew to whom he belonged.
Though he knew he had yet to face the consequences for his actions this day, Rene could not help but find Zack’s touch and possessiveness to be arousing. No one had ever made Rene feel more loved and cherished than Zack did. Even when he was in trouble, even when Zack was turning his butt a flaming red, he felt loved.
“As lovely as your artwork was, baby, your body is too beautiful to cover up like that for any length of time,” Zack murmured from behind his lover. He placed tiny kisses along Rene’s shoulders, stopping to suck on a spot at the base of his neck before squatting down to remove the silver paint on the younger man’s legs.
Seeing the beginning of an erection, he looked up. “Not yet, sweetheart; maybe later.”
Rene ran his hand over the spot Zack had left on his neck. Zack always ensured he carried this small mark. He briefly wondered if Zack had been unhappy that it had been covered by the body paint, but quickly dismissed the idea. The mark was private, just between them, not something Zack used as some public display of ownership.
When he had rinsed the last of the soap from his husband’s body, Zack turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and pulled one of the old bath towels off the rack. He thoroughly rubbed down Rene from head to toe and then dried himself off.
In the bedroom, both men quickly donned clean T-shirts and boxers before making their way back into the living room and sitting down on the sofa.
Zack sat watching his Brat nervously pluck at the threads of the cushion he was holding. “Okay, love, how about you telling me about today and what led up to you and your friends being arrested,” the older man patiently requested.
Rene glanced up at Zack and then went back to picking at the cushion. “Well, it started the other day when I was having coffee at the shop with Kadyn, and Kyler Jamieson came in. Do you know him? Do you know he’s got two partners? One is Dr. Dean, who of course you know, and the other is Hugh...Hugh something, the high school gym teacher. Anyway...” Rene went on to explain about the body painting plans and the afternoon spent working in the garage.
“It started off as just being a bit of fun and a surprise to show you. It was really fun to meet and make friends with these guys. Thing was, I guess by the time we were finished with the painting, we’d all had quite a few drinks. So the idea to go streaking and show off our art work came up. It just sounded like harmless fun. I didn’t stop to think about it being illegal or that the park would be filled with people and police. I didn’t think about how it would affect you or us. I am sorry, Zack. I really screwed up, huh?”
Zack had listened patiently as his Brat prattle on. He’d paid close attention to what was being said and offered encouragement throughout Rene’s discourse.
Moving closer to his husband, Zack wrapped his arm him. “Rene, I am happy with you making more friends. In fact, I’d say it is about time. I trust I’m open-minded enough to understand that this kind of artwork is done in the nude. So that, along with the painting, did not cause a problem as far as I am concern. Your over-indulging is not something you do very often. I can see a bunch of young fellows getting together and adding to their fun by drinking. Unfortunately, it did make many of you braver than you normally would be. I’d say the false bravado is what got you into trouble.”
He took Rene’s chin in his hand and lifted his head so they were face to face. “Nothing you did today affected ‘us’, sweetheart. I want to make that perfectly clear to you. However, some of your actions could have led to serious legal consequences. You guys were only charged with a misdemeanour, and got off lightly with just a fine and community service. You work in the public eye, Rene. You owe it to yourself to maintain a good reputation.”
Zack waited for his words to sink in before sternly adding, “As well as breaking the law; harming yourself in any way is unacceptable, Rene.”
Rene’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I don’t just owe it to myself to maintain a good reputation, Zack. I owe it to you too, and I am so sorry if my behaviour today in any way did you harm. This is a small town and you’re a business owner from whom people...people expect mature professionalism, and your husband has gone and created a public spectacle of himself and an embarrassment for you.”
Zack used his thumb to prevent a lone tear that escaped the brimming blue eyes, from running down his Brat’s cheek. “Rene, what you say is correct for the most part. But none of your actions have caused any irrevocable ‘harm’, and the only person you truly embarrassed was yourself. While I doubt it will make front page news, we can be sure you fellows streaking will be the talk of the town for several days. Fortunately, it will soon be forgotten when something else equally mischievous happens.” He smiled reassuringly at his young husband. “So tell me, babe, exactly what you are about to be punished for.”
Rene’s initial thought was to just say ‘for being an idiot’. However, he knew that response would not go over well with his husband. He turned himself so he faced away from Zack. He was still feeling highly embarrassed by his actions and didn’t want to look into the warm brown eyes as he made the final confession of his stupidity. “Because I allowed alcohol to cloud my judgement and did something that was foolish, embarrassing and illegal.”
“Hmmm, pretty close; it is the being illegal that we are concentrating on.” Zack settled back on the sofa. “Let’s get this take care of so we can move on, huh?” he asked kindly, not really expecting a verbal answer. Easily upending the younger man over his knees, Zack tugged down Rene’s boxers, raised his hand into the air and brought it down on his Brat’s bare behind.
Rene barely moved in his lap, except from the impact as each spank landed. He began to struggle, but it took little effort for Zack to hold him in place with his left arm, while his right arm attended to the task at hand. He unleashed a flurry of spanks one after another, alternating between cheeks and covering Rene’s entire backside.
Rene gasped from the sting of the first spank and was crying out his sorrow by the fifth. He started off as usual, determined not to fight the chastisement, but before long he was squirming and trying to avoid the hand raining down fire upon his bottom. Finally exhausted of the struggle and the tears, he just let go and lay sobbing over Zack’s lap, waiting for the punishment to come to an end.
Zack had been watching for the signs and knew the lesson had been taught. He brought his hand down one final time on the hot flesh to end the spanking. Heat radiated off his Brat’s now redden twin globes as Zack gently rubbed circles on Rene’s back.
“Just lie still for a few moments,” Zack softly instructed, his hand moving up for his fingers to lightly comb through Rene’s sweaty hair. “Hush, it’s all over,” he murmured in a soothing tone. “You’ve been punished and learned a hard lesson. The slate has been wiped clean, little one.”
When the sobs had subsides, Zack carefully pulled cotton boxers back up over a very sore bottom. Next, he helped Rene turn over and settle as comfortably as possible on Zack’s thighs. Both men took care to make sure nothing hard came in contact with the younger man’s tender backside.
Rene lay with his head on Zack’s shoulder, enjoying the comfort of the older man’s gentle touch stroking and comforting him. It took a long while before he was composed enough to speak. “I love you, Zack, and I am sorry for what I did,” he whispered.
“I know you’re sorry, baby. And we’ve taken care if it. I love you, too.” Zack gently took Rene’s face into his hands and kissed him. Rene’s mouth opened easily the second their lips touched and Zack slid his tongue inside to explore as his husband melted against him. He felt the younger man give a sigh and lean in closer. Zack continued kissing him for a long time, until he was sure there couldn’t possibly be any doubt in his Brat’s mind that he was deeply and forever loved.
Coming up for breath, Zack placed his forehead against Rene’s. “I have no idea when you last ate, sweetheart, but I bet I’m not the only one who’s hungry. So how about us throwing together something light for supper.” He helped Rene to his feet and stood up. “Hmm, maybe later we can have dessert in bed. What do you think? Sound like a plan?”
Rene really wasn’t terribly hungry. Drinking so much beer, followed by the stress of being arrested, had left his stomach feeling rather queasy. Besides, the thought of sitting at the table on his sore butt wasn’t a very pleasant idea at all. What he really wanted was to crawl into bed and have that dessert Zack was mentioning. However, Zack needed to eat so he could wait for a while. “No thanks, I’m not really hungry. I’m going to go lie down in bed.” He turned to head towards the bedroom, hoping Zack would let it go.
Zack watched as Rene walked away and nodded sympathetically. ‘Hmm, okay; he’s not hungry. I can live with that.’ He went to the kitchen and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich, which he quickly washed down with a glass of milk. He was smiling when he arrived in the master bedroom in time to see a naked Brat pulling the top sheet over himself.
“Move over, love,” Zack instructed after hastily removing his T-shirt and boxers. Settling in beside his husband, he gathered Rene into his arms, gently kissed his lips and whispered, “Dessert time.”
The End
Rene sat on the hard plastic chair in the police station meeting room beside his friends. He had his legs crossed and his hands over his lap. Even though his fellow detainees were all in the same state of undress, he was feeling very embarrassed by his lack of clothing. This had started out to be so much fun, but too much beer and bravado had led them all into trouble. What should have been a very quick streak of artistically decorated bodies, running from the garage, around the small park and back had ended up being a disaster. Why of all days, did today have to be the one that had the police in the park giving bicycle safety checks for the town’s kids?
After they had been herded into the room and out of sight, the Police Chief, Chandi Barrett had given them a short but scathing lecture on appropriate behaviour. He then collected names and phone numbers from each of them for someone who could pick them up and vouch for them. The previously boisterous group of young men were suddenly very quiet as they sat miserably waiting for their partners to come and collect them.
They all looked up as the door to the small room opened. The Constable looked at the clipboard he carried. “Rene Pierce, you’re sprung.”
Rene felt his stomach churn. Part of him wanted to run out the door and into Zack’s arms. The other part wanted to hide under the chair. He stood slowly and walked towards the door with his hands discretely placed in front of him. He kept his eyes on the ground as he walked but stopped short when he spotted a familiar pair of shoes. He looked up slowly until his eyes connected with those of his husband. “Hi Zack,” he squeaked.
Zack was pacing the floor in front of the Police Chief’s desk. Even though it only took a few minutes for Constable Paul Quincy to return with Rene under his careful watch, it had seemed a long time to Zack.
He stood with his hands on his hips, taking in the sight of his husband as Rene slowly shuffled towards him. But try as he might, Zack was unable to retain the stern expression he had on his face. Nodding, he smiled into the beautiful blue eyes he loved so much. “Nice art work, Rembrandt.”
He pulled Rene into his arms and softly murmured for Rene’s ears only. “But I’d really prefer to have had a private viewing, sweetheart.” An encouraging squeeze and Zack stood back, removed his lab coat and wrapped it around the young man, quietly instructing him to button it up.
Rene was comforted by Zack’s embrace and extremely grateful for the coverage the lab coat provided. He had to push the much too long sleeves up his arms in order to do up each button with shaking hands. He was working on the second button when Zack’s steady hands moved in and efficiently finished the job for him.
“Thanks,” Rene whispered. He looked down at himself. He felt like a little kid playing dress up. The coat hung well below his knees and was easily four sizes too large. But it did the job of providing a sense of dignity and warmth from the cooling air. He looked back up to his husband and softly asked, “Can we please go home now?”
Zack glanced at Chandi and acknowledged the Chief’s nod with one of his own. Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and placed it on the desk. “We’ll be out of here as soon as we get the receipt for your fine, Rene.”
Slipping the receipt and wallet back in his pocket, Zack thanked Chandi and then placed a heavy arm around his husband’s shoulders and steadily steered him towards the big front doors of the station. “It’s home for us, my boy; where I am sure we are in for very interesting discussion.”
Rene sighed and thought, ‘Oh great, a hundred dollars lost on top of everything else.’ He walked along side of Zack, grateful he’d at least worn his sandals for the impromptu streak. Zack had kept his hand on his shoulder until he was tucked securely into the passenger seat of the car. There was something reassuring about the physical contact even if Rene was dreading the contact he was sure that same hand was going to have with his backside later that evening.
It was only a couple of blocks from the police station to their home, but Rene was very glad that Zack had driven the car as the walk down Main Street with his painted skin and wearing nothing but a lab coat would have been truly embarrassing.
When they arrived at the apartment, Rene looked over at the serious expression on his husband’s face and swallowed hard before speaking. “I know you’re angry with me Zack. It was a really stupid thing to do and I am sorry.”
Zack calmly shut the front door, never taking his eyes off the younger man. “I don’t know if ‘angry’ describes how I feel, Rene. I think ‘shock’ might come closer to it. Although I have to agree with your use of ‘stupid’ in reference to your streaking endeavour, which we will soon be discussing in minute detail.” The loving exasperation he felt came through in his voice. “But first things first,” he announced as he left the room.
He returned a minute later. “You really do look great, sweetheart. Good enough to preserve the image. So please pose for me in whatever position you think will show off your artwork best and I’ll take pictures.”
Rene’s mouth dropped open in surprise. This was the reaction he’d hoped for when he’d first started the body painting. But once the whole situation had gone to hell with him and his friends being arrested, he thought any hope of Zack admiring the work had flown out the window.
“You really like the body painting? Even after all the trouble it caused?”
Zack smiled and nodded. “Uh-huh. You see, baby, I view the two separately. I love what you’ve done with your talent. The silver background is perfect and your designs are intriguing.” His eyes sparkled as he leaned in a bit closer. “And your beautiful, shaved body is a real turn on.’’ He chuckled at the look of surprise playing across his husband’s face.
Straightening up, he added in a slightly stern voice, “The second issue we will be taking care of shortly.”
Though Rene knew Zack’s last words were a sign of some unpleasantness yet to come, he couldn’t help but smile at his husband’s enthusiasm for his work and his response to having shaved his body hair.
He unbuttoned the lab coat and hung it over the back of a chair, then gave Zack a grin. “I’m glad you like the design. It was a lot of fun to create.” He moved to stand in front of a solid stretch of wall and posed with his arms held out to show the artwork. “Is this okay?”
Zack nodded and then proceeded to take a number of photos while Rene turned in various ways to show off the full extent of his creation.
Carefully placing the camera on the bookcase, Zack regrettably gazed at the beautifully painted creature in front of him. “I’m going to give you a choice here, Rene. We can hold the needed conversation concerning your streaking now or after you’ve showered.”
Rene gave Zack a weak smile. “I think I’d like to shower first. To be honest, this paint is starting to itch something fierce and I’d be more comfortable with it off me.” He headed towards the bathroom but made a detour at the linen closet. “Do we have any old towels? In case there is any residue from the paint left after my shower, I don’t want to stain the good ones.” He stood scratching at his stomach while looking through the neatly stacked towels.
Zack reached around Rene and pulled out a few pieces of linen. Then taking his husband’s hand, towed him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “In you get,” he ordered, landing a light swat on the silver painted backside.
Swiftly undressing, Zack casually stepped under the spray behind Rene. He lathered up a soft facecloth and began removing the paint from the younger man’s body.
Rene revelled under Zack’s touch. It was firm and possessive as every square inch of his skin was thoroughly washed. He’d tried to take the facecloth at one point when Zack had finished scrubbing his back, only to have his hands pushed away. It seemed like Zack was re-staking his claim to Rene’s body, ensuring that Rene knew to whom he belonged.
Though he knew he had yet to face the consequences for his actions this day, Rene could not help but find Zack’s touch and possessiveness to be arousing. No one had ever made Rene feel more loved and cherished than Zack did. Even when he was in trouble, even when Zack was turning his butt a flaming red, he felt loved.
“As lovely as your artwork was, baby, your body is too beautiful to cover up like that for any length of time,” Zack murmured from behind his lover. He placed tiny kisses along Rene’s shoulders, stopping to suck on a spot at the base of his neck before squatting down to remove the silver paint on the younger man’s legs.
Seeing the beginning of an erection, he looked up. “Not yet, sweetheart; maybe later.”
Rene ran his hand over the spot Zack had left on his neck. Zack always ensured he carried this small mark. He briefly wondered if Zack had been unhappy that it had been covered by the body paint, but quickly dismissed the idea. The mark was private, just between them, not something Zack used as some public display of ownership.
When he had rinsed the last of the soap from his husband’s body, Zack turned off the water. He stepped out of the shower and pulled one of the old bath towels off the rack. He thoroughly rubbed down Rene from head to toe and then dried himself off.
In the bedroom, both men quickly donned clean T-shirts and boxers before making their way back into the living room and sitting down on the sofa.
Zack sat watching his Brat nervously pluck at the threads of the cushion he was holding. “Okay, love, how about you telling me about today and what led up to you and your friends being arrested,” the older man patiently requested.
Rene glanced up at Zack and then went back to picking at the cushion. “Well, it started the other day when I was having coffee at the shop with Kadyn, and Kyler Jamieson came in. Do you know him? Do you know he’s got two partners? One is Dr. Dean, who of course you know, and the other is Hugh...Hugh something, the high school gym teacher. Anyway...” Rene went on to explain about the body painting plans and the afternoon spent working in the garage.
“It started off as just being a bit of fun and a surprise to show you. It was really fun to meet and make friends with these guys. Thing was, I guess by the time we were finished with the painting, we’d all had quite a few drinks. So the idea to go streaking and show off our art work came up. It just sounded like harmless fun. I didn’t stop to think about it being illegal or that the park would be filled with people and police. I didn’t think about how it would affect you or us. I am sorry, Zack. I really screwed up, huh?”
Zack had listened patiently as his Brat prattle on. He’d paid close attention to what was being said and offered encouragement throughout Rene’s discourse.
Moving closer to his husband, Zack wrapped his arm him. “Rene, I am happy with you making more friends. In fact, I’d say it is about time. I trust I’m open-minded enough to understand that this kind of artwork is done in the nude. So that, along with the painting, did not cause a problem as far as I am concern. Your over-indulging is not something you do very often. I can see a bunch of young fellows getting together and adding to their fun by drinking. Unfortunately, it did make many of you braver than you normally would be. I’d say the false bravado is what got you into trouble.”
He took Rene’s chin in his hand and lifted his head so they were face to face. “Nothing you did today affected ‘us’, sweetheart. I want to make that perfectly clear to you. However, some of your actions could have led to serious legal consequences. You guys were only charged with a misdemeanour, and got off lightly with just a fine and community service. You work in the public eye, Rene. You owe it to yourself to maintain a good reputation.”
Zack waited for his words to sink in before sternly adding, “As well as breaking the law; harming yourself in any way is unacceptable, Rene.”
Rene’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I don’t just owe it to myself to maintain a good reputation, Zack. I owe it to you too, and I am so sorry if my behaviour today in any way did you harm. This is a small town and you’re a business owner from whom people...people expect mature professionalism, and your husband has gone and created a public spectacle of himself and an embarrassment for you.”
Zack used his thumb to prevent a lone tear that escaped the brimming blue eyes, from running down his Brat’s cheek. “Rene, what you say is correct for the most part. But none of your actions have caused any irrevocable ‘harm’, and the only person you truly embarrassed was yourself. While I doubt it will make front page news, we can be sure you fellows streaking will be the talk of the town for several days. Fortunately, it will soon be forgotten when something else equally mischievous happens.” He smiled reassuringly at his young husband. “So tell me, babe, exactly what you are about to be punished for.”
Rene’s initial thought was to just say ‘for being an idiot’. However, he knew that response would not go over well with his husband. He turned himself so he faced away from Zack. He was still feeling highly embarrassed by his actions and didn’t want to look into the warm brown eyes as he made the final confession of his stupidity. “Because I allowed alcohol to cloud my judgement and did something that was foolish, embarrassing and illegal.”
“Hmmm, pretty close; it is the being illegal that we are concentrating on.” Zack settled back on the sofa. “Let’s get this take care of so we can move on, huh?” he asked kindly, not really expecting a verbal answer. Easily upending the younger man over his knees, Zack tugged down Rene’s boxers, raised his hand into the air and brought it down on his Brat’s bare behind.
Rene barely moved in his lap, except from the impact as each spank landed. He began to struggle, but it took little effort for Zack to hold him in place with his left arm, while his right arm attended to the task at hand. He unleashed a flurry of spanks one after another, alternating between cheeks and covering Rene’s entire backside.
Rene gasped from the sting of the first spank and was crying out his sorrow by the fifth. He started off as usual, determined not to fight the chastisement, but before long he was squirming and trying to avoid the hand raining down fire upon his bottom. Finally exhausted of the struggle and the tears, he just let go and lay sobbing over Zack’s lap, waiting for the punishment to come to an end.
Zack had been watching for the signs and knew the lesson had been taught. He brought his hand down one final time on the hot flesh to end the spanking. Heat radiated off his Brat’s now redden twin globes as Zack gently rubbed circles on Rene’s back.
“Just lie still for a few moments,” Zack softly instructed, his hand moving up for his fingers to lightly comb through Rene’s sweaty hair. “Hush, it’s all over,” he murmured in a soothing tone. “You’ve been punished and learned a hard lesson. The slate has been wiped clean, little one.”
When the sobs had subsides, Zack carefully pulled cotton boxers back up over a very sore bottom. Next, he helped Rene turn over and settle as comfortably as possible on Zack’s thighs. Both men took care to make sure nothing hard came in contact with the younger man’s tender backside.
Rene lay with his head on Zack’s shoulder, enjoying the comfort of the older man’s gentle touch stroking and comforting him. It took a long while before he was composed enough to speak. “I love you, Zack, and I am sorry for what I did,” he whispered.
“I know you’re sorry, baby. And we’ve taken care if it. I love you, too.” Zack gently took Rene’s face into his hands and kissed him. Rene’s mouth opened easily the second their lips touched and Zack slid his tongue inside to explore as his husband melted against him. He felt the younger man give a sigh and lean in closer. Zack continued kissing him for a long time, until he was sure there couldn’t possibly be any doubt in his Brat’s mind that he was deeply and forever loved.
Coming up for breath, Zack placed his forehead against Rene’s. “I have no idea when you last ate, sweetheart, but I bet I’m not the only one who’s hungry. So how about us throwing together something light for supper.” He helped Rene to his feet and stood up. “Hmm, maybe later we can have dessert in bed. What do you think? Sound like a plan?”
Rene really wasn’t terribly hungry. Drinking so much beer, followed by the stress of being arrested, had left his stomach feeling rather queasy. Besides, the thought of sitting at the table on his sore butt wasn’t a very pleasant idea at all. What he really wanted was to crawl into bed and have that dessert Zack was mentioning. However, Zack needed to eat so he could wait for a while. “No thanks, I’m not really hungry. I’m going to go lie down in bed.” He turned to head towards the bedroom, hoping Zack would let it go.
Zack watched as Rene walked away and nodded sympathetically. ‘Hmm, okay; he’s not hungry. I can live with that.’ He went to the kitchen and made himself a ham and cheese sandwich, which he quickly washed down with a glass of milk. He was smiling when he arrived in the master bedroom in time to see a naked Brat pulling the top sheet over himself.
“Move over, love,” Zack instructed after hastily removing his T-shirt and boxers. Settling in beside his husband, he gathered Rene into his arms, gently kissed his lips and whispered, “Dessert time.”
The End
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