Brad watched Rolf dress. His tall lover pulled himself into the tight legs of his jeans and tucked in his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. A big man, Rolf was solidly built and lucky enough to be able to maintain his physique without much effort. Brad wished Rolf was in a better mood, but he'd learned not ever to suggest that Rolf was on the rag.
Since breakfast that morning things hadn't gone well. Brad and Rolf didn't live together, but Brad spent every weekend at Rolf's and really considered this place as his real home. Being with Rolf was worth just about anything to him, even though he'd never met anyone so particular. Everything had to be done Rolf's way, and there was no question of who was always right. While many guys wouldn't be able to stand that more than a couple of days, Brad found that it was just what he needed. He liked not having to think, and never having any doubt as to what was expected of him.
Perhaps it was Rolf's German background that allowed him to assume and maintain authority so effortlessly. Or maybe it was Brad's nature, but in any case the roles were clearly defined and comfortable for both of them. Usually there was no need for Rolf to emphasize his control of the situation, but there were many occasions when he found Brad lacking in some way, and then he knew a little discipline was called for. To his mind there was only one form of discipline.
The first time he spanked Brad it came as a surprise to the latter. Now, he'd of course been spanked before, but usually in the course of foreplay, or as part of a game. With Rolf there was no game involved. He spanked because he thought Brad deserved it, needed it, perhaps really wanted it. No matter how much Brad may have desired a spanking, he usually lost that desire about half-way through a Rolf spanking.
At breakfast that morning Rolf learned that Brad hadn't balanced his checkbook. Actually, Brad confessed he never balanced it. Brad knew instantly that Rolf didn't like that, but he thought he might get off with a warning. He always hoped he'd get off with a warning. He never did.
Normally Rolf would have given Brad his spanking on the spot, but he had a full day ahead of him. He told Brad that he'd be spanked later in the day, perhaps after they got home from the dinner they'd been invited to. In any case, he expected Brad to be dressed and ready to go when he returned from his errands.
Brad spent the rest of the day trying to get his mind off of what was in store for him. The spanking was bad enough, but the prospect of sitting through a boring dinner party with Rolf's friends beforehand was even less attractive. These friends knew all about Rolf's domestic philosophy, and a couple of them even shared it. Brad was sure Rolf would mention his lover's fate sometime during the evening, an announcement that would be greeted with interest by all present; except Brad.
Why should he stand for that, thought Brad. It was one thing if Rolf spanked him occasionally; it was another to be humiliated in front of people. What if he confronted Rolf and simply refused to go to the party, and threatened to walk out if his Aryan beauty wouldn't back down. He was sure Rolf wouldn't let him go. And so what if he would? He'd just tell Rolf he didn't want to share their time with anyone.
By the time Rolf returned, Brad was convinced he could pull it off. When he heard the front door close, he marched himself into the living room to face Rolf.
"Not ready to go yet, Brad? I thought you'd be dressed by now. This isn't a formal affair, but I don't think running shorts are quite right."
Brad stared at Rolf and felt all his conviction fade away. What if Rolf did let him leave? It was the first thought that came to him, and he felt his stomach flip and thought he'd break out in a sweat. How could he face him? How could he get out of going and still cover himself?"
"Hey, what's wrong, Brad? You look pale. Is something the matter?" Brad was flattered by the panic in Rolf's voice."
"Nothing, I'm just not feeling quite right. I think I'm coming down with something. But I can't go with you to the dinner."
"Really feeling that bad, huh? Well, if you're sick there's no way you're going out. It's straight to bed and a little t. l.c. But if you're not sick it's another story. Are you feverish?"
Rolf pulled Brad to him and touched his cheek to the smaller man's forehead.
"You feel a little hot, but I'm not sure you have a fever. We'd better take your temperature. There's a thermometer in the bathroom, go get it."
Even as he left to fetch the thermometer, Brad was asking himself why he'd pulled the oldest deceit in the books. It had hardly ever worked when he was a kid trying to get out of going to school. And his mom was a pushover compared to Rolf.
He found the thermometer easily enough. He pulled it from the sheath and, after a moment's reflection, dropped it on the floor.
"_s_h_i_t_," he said loudly enough for Rolf to hear.
"What's the matter," Rolf asked as he came to the door.
"I dropped the god_d_a_m_n_ thermometer as I shook it."
"You really are shaking, aren't you. Not to worry I have another, in fact the one I wanted you to get. You broke my oral thermometer. You get ready for bed while I find the rectal one."
How could things get any worse, thought Brad. Every time he came up with what he thought was the solution to his problems, it back-fired in his face. He knew what Rolf meant about getting ready for bed. He stripped to his t-shirt and got between the sheets.
"You are eager to rest, aren't you? I'll take your temperature. Then you can have a nap. Roll over."
Brad rolled onto his stomach and felt Rolf pull back the sheets. An experienced hand parted his cheeks and probed his anus, lubricating it for the rod of glass.
"Now just hold that there for a couple of minutes. I have to make a phone call."
What could he do but hold it there. Rolf was using the phone across the room, obviously not giving him the chance to screw around with the thermometer. He wondered if he could think himself into having a temperature. What would happen if Rolf decided he was faking? Rolf was phoning his hosts to cancel, but said he would like to get together with them later even if Brad wasn't feeling up to it.
"Let's take a look at what we have here." Rolf gently removed the thermometer, at the same time affectionately patting his boyfriend's ass. "Hhm. You don't seem to have a fever, or at least nothing to make much of."
"I never said I had a fever, Rolf. I mean, that's not what's really wrong. It's my stomach,"
"Your stomach?"
"Yeah. It's like mammoth indigestion or something. Or it could be a virus. I feel like I'm going to explode, or like I'm going to throw up, but I can't."
"If you have to vomit, vomit. There's nothing wrong with that. At home we were always encouraged to vomit when we felt awful. You're probably just suffering the effects of all that junk you eat."
This was a familiar subject. While not a health nut, Rolf had much higher standards of nutrition than Brad did. Brad feared what was coming next.
"What you need is a good purge to clean out your system. God knows what poison you have inside you. It's a good thing it happened here, I know what to do."
Rolf went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle and spoon.
"Here drink this, straight down."
The taste was bitter and sweet at the same time. As soon as the liquid was swallowed, Brad thought he was going to gag.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ was that?"
"Ipecac. In a few moments you should have no problem throwing up."
And true to the word, in a few moments Brad was wretching his guts out while Rolf held his head and mopped his brow. When that was over and Brad was cleaned up, Rolf announced that the second phase was a series of enemas. When Brad appeared reluctant to go along voluntarily with the process, Rolf held him firmly over his knee, pushing his head nearly to the ground, while he administered the enema.
"Now, you stay like this for a couple of minutes so the enema works. And you think about just how really sick you are."
So, thought Brad, he wasn't fooled. He put me through all just to see how far I'd go. Well, he's not going to win that easily.
But, when he found he couldn't control his squirming and he was craving release, Brad knew he couldn't go any further.
"Ok you figured it out. I'm not sick. I just wanted to get out of that stupid dinner."
"You really weren't very convincing, Brad. But now you can go to the bathroom and take care of yourself. Then I want to see you about this prank."
Once relieved, Brad knew he had made a big mistake. Whenever Rolf wanted to "see him" about something that meant only one thing. When he returned to the bedroom and saw Rolf had his leather belt in hand, he knew he was in for a little European style discipline.
Wordlessly Rolf put his left foot up on an ottoman and patted his thigh. Brad went over to him and was thrown across, with his feet barely touching the floor. The belting didn't take all that long, but Rolf was able to administer 36 strokes and turn Brad's bottom crimson. When he was set back on his feet, Brad was surprised to see that Rolf's mood hadn't softened.
"Now that was for this latest game you've played my friend. There's still the spanking I promised you this morning, and you'll get that at bedtime. Now, you get your ass in bed and stay there until I return. I promised you a spanking today, and you'll get it before this day is out."
Brad got between the sheets, making sure his butt made no more contact than absolutely necessary. How long would Rolf leave him there, he thought. He knew Rolf was capable of following up one monumental spanking with another, but he was still hoping for leniency when he dozed off.
About 11:00 Brad was awakened by the doorbell. He went to the bedroom door and peered down the hall to see Rolf greeting a couple of his friends, friends who'd been to the dinner they'd missed. As the host conducted his guests into the living room, Brad could make out some of the conversation.
"No, he's in bed... No, no, he's feeling fine... childish prank that didn't work... got good spanking... sure that's what they all need from time to time... the last time I spanked mine?... couple of days ago. He claims he still can't sit comfortably... no reason not to do it again..."
How long could they go on like this, Brad asked. He supposed he should be grateful he didn't have to participate. The passive members of the couples in the other room must have been shifting in their seats. He'd been there; he knew.
Around midnight he heard a change in the pattern of conversation. Rolf said something about it being almost midnight and had a little duty to perform. Then the footsteps approaching the bedroom.
"Good, still up, Brad. I almost failed to fulfill my promise to you and it's nearly midnight. I can't be away from my guests too long, so let's get to business."
Rolf pulled Brad from the covers and pushed him over his left thigh. The spanking was one of his severe hand spankings that began fast and hard and continued at that pace until Brad was begging for him to stop and promising everything. Rolf never paused for an instant, not did let Brad's squirming or pleas influence him. How long the spanking went on, Brad couldn't say, but it seemed like forever.
"Are you going to balance your checkbook in future?" Rolf asked.
"Yes, please, yes, I will. Please, Rolf, I'll do whatever you say."
"And why am I spanking you?"
"Because I didn't balance my checkbook."
"And why was that?"
"Because I'm lazy."
"You know that's not the real reason. Tell me the real reason or I'll spank you all night."
"Oh, please! Because I'm a _f_u_c_k_up."
"What kind of _f_u_c_k_up?"
"A naughty _f_u_c_k_up, sir."
"Yes a naughty _f_u_c_k_up."
Rolf stopped the spanking, and pulled Brad up and into his arms.
"And why do I spank you?"
"Because I need it and you love me. You do it for my own good."
"All three the best of reasons. Now dry those tears and get back into bed. I must get back to my guests. I hope we didn't disturb them. Perhaps I should have closed the door."
But he hadn't. Brad blushed when he heard them talking again. Complementing Rolf on a job well done. Brad was still awake when Rolf came to bed and took him in his arms.
"No regrets?"
"No regrets, Rolf. I guess I deserved what I got. Faking being sick was pretty dumb."
"Not one of your more intelligent acts, I must admit. Next time pick something more convincing."
"Next time? You've got to be kidding. No way after what you gave me."
"Really? I've heard that before. Sometimes I think you provoke me into spanking me because you like it. Just as you like other things. From the state of your _c_o_c_k_ I'd say the 'afterglow' has spread from to the front. Your butt must be very sore. You'd better roll onto your stomach so I can rub some lotion into your butt."
As Rolf soothed Brad's buns he worked in ever narrowing circles, until he concentrated on the center of Brad's innermost parts. Again the finger oiled Brad's anus, but this time it was something much larger than the enema nozzle that invaded it, and much rougher. ---- This story was on the Foxxnet BBS in the mid-90s. I am not the author and I do not know who the author is.