"Hey Matt, is that Rolf? He sure looks pissed. Man what did you do?"
Matthew looked over to the entrance of the pool, and sure enough, there was a thoroughly pissed off Rolf headed straight for them. Matthew was enjoying the game of water basketball, but he knew better than to keep Rolf waiting. He headed for the side of the pool to get out. Rolf walked right up to Matthew and in a menacing voice said "You have exactly two seconds to get your stuff together. We're going home."
Matthew could tell from the look on Rolf's face, and the tone of voice, that he had better just do as he asked, and ask questions later. Rolf turned around and headed out of the pool with Matthew trailing behind. The boys in the pool decided they were very glad not to be in Matthew's shoes. It looked like he was in store for a long, sore night.
"Get your tail in the car, and don't get the seat wet." Matthew put his towel down and then jumped into Rolf's bright yellow Mustang. Rolf started the car, put it in gear and roared out of the parking lot. "Hey Rolf, what....?" "I don't want to hear a word from you, Mister! Not a word!" Matthew sat back in the seat, the butterflies in his stomach doing loop de loops. He watched Rolf from the corner of his eye. Rolf's jaw kept clinching and releasing, his hands doing the same on the steering wheel. Several times, Matthew thought that the wheel would break into a million pieces. He kept going over and over in his mind what he might have done lately to make Rolf so angry, angry enough to come get him at the pool. For the life of him, he just didn't know. He was worried. He had reason to be. Life with Rolf was usually great. Great that was, as long as Matthew did what Rolf wanted. If not, Matthew could look forward to being punished. As a general rule, Rolf spanked. Matthew had been spanked before, mostly as part of a game, but when Rolf spanked, it was because Matthew had screwed up. Any desire that Matthew had about a spanking vanished quickly when he was getting one from Rolf. That was OK with Matthew. He enjoyed knowing that he had someone who cared about him that much. All he had to do was follow the rules. They had a whole group of friends that enjoyed the same lifestyle, so Matthew always had someone he could talk to about the trouble he was in, or someone to get in trouble with.
The mustang pulled into the driveway of the house. Rolf got out, slammed the door and headed around the car. Matthew of course was in no hurry to get out. He knew what he had to look forward to. Rolf was having none of it though, and pulled him out and marched him into the kitchen and sat him down in a chair. Matthew's butterflies were trying to punch holes in his stomach he was sure. Rolf disappeared for a short time, then returned. He had a letter in his hands. Rolf unfolded the letter, set it on the table, and slid it across to Matthew. As the letter got close, Matthew read the top, and his butterflies headed south. He just about s. h.i. t. his britches right there in the kitchen.
Division of Police
All Matthew had to see was that, and he thought back to that day, about a month ago, when he got a speeding ticket . . . . . . . .
To be continued........