Wednesday after dinner, Rolf and Matt were watching a movie on television. The phone rang, and Rolf went to pick it up. It was his associate from the office, cancelling his seat to Fridays conference and dinner. Rolf had purchased two tickets, and now he had to find someone else to go. It wasn't so much the conference that he wanted to hear, but the dinner and show after that. The tickets were expensive, and he didn't want to waste them. "Matt, I hope you didn't make any plans you can't cancel for Friday. Kevin cancelled, and I don't want to waste the tickets. I'd like you to attend with me."
"Oh Rolf, you know I hate to dress up. I have movie plans, can't you take someone else?" Matt had made plans for a fun evening, and really did hate to dress up and act like an adult.
Rolf didn't want to argue, but he did want Matt to attend. There was no one else that could go. "Oh, come on. It'll be fun. The seminar is only two hours long, then we'll have a wonderful dinner and show. Dressing up shouldn't be the reason not to attend."
"Can't you just go alone? What's the big deal."
"Matt, the tickets are expensive, and they can't be refunded, which I wouldn't do anyway. It should be fun. I apologize, but please cancel your plans, I want you to come with me." Rolf hoped Matt would just accept it, he really didn't want to argue. But, Matt had other plans.
"Todd and I are going to the movies. I DON'T want to go to the seminar, I DON'T want to dress up, I DON'T care about the dinner and show. I JUST DON'T!" Matt punctuated his last sentence by slamming his feet against the table, nearly knocking the glass flower vase over.
Rolf didn't take kindly to Matt's childish behavior. "Matthew, I don't appreciate that tone of voice."
"I don't appreciate having to go Friday." Matthew was aggravated, and he didn't care.
"Go stand in the corner, now." Rolf said firmly, pointing his finger. He wasn't going to stand for Matt's impertinance. Matt stormed over to the corner, giving vent to his anger by huffing and puffing. "Matt, I said I was sorry. I didn't want to make a big deal of this. You're going, that's that. I suggest you settle down." Rolf settled back down to watch television, hoping that Matt would calm down. There was just no sense in being so upset about Friday. About fifteen minutes later, Rolf decided to test the waters. "Matthew."
Matt turned around, and said in a real smart ass tone, "What?"
"I didn't tell you to turn around. Get your nose in the corner, now." Rolf had expected a yes, sir, but Matt wasn't going to cooperate. He was still upset about the turn of events on Friday, and he was going to see if Rolf would break first. About fifteen minutes later, Rolf tried again. "Matthew."
Instead of turning around, Matt just whined "Whaaat?"
"If you want to spend the rest of the night in the corner, that's fine by me." Rolf left it at that.
Matt was starting to get tired. The corner was not a fun place to be, especially with Rolf right behind him enjoying the television. Another fifteen minutes went by, and Rolf didn't say anything. Matt was REALLY getting tired of standing here. Finally, after spending an hour in the corner, Matt was willing to cooperate.
"Matthew."
"Yes, sir."
"Want to talk about this, in a civil manner?"
"Yes, sir"
"Come here."
They discussed Friday, with Matt agreeing that it probably wouldn't be that bad. As they headed off to bed that night, Matt asked how long Rolf would have left him in the corner. "You're going to have to pick your battles better than that. You'll not win a test of wills against me, at least in that fashion. You weren't coming out until you were civil."
Friday came, and they got dressed up and ready to go. On the way to the seminar, Rolf told Matt he expected that Matt wouldn't be interested in the seminar, but to at least look like it. He was "representing" Rolf's company, and Rolf wanted to make sure Matt did a good job. They arrived and had a few drinks before the seminar began. When they went in to sit, there was one large table that sat 25 people. Rolf was sitting across from Matt. He had given Matt a folder and pen, so he could look like he was taking notes, if he so desired. The seminar began, and within thirty minutes, Matt was ready to leave. The presenter had a VERY monotonous voice, and the topic did nothing for Matt. He began shifting in his seat. Rolf noticed that Matt was getting fidgety. He had hoped that Matt could last longer than this, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. He just hoped that Matt would settle down quickly. Rolf tried to get Matt's attention, but he never looked up. Rolf was becoming increasingly upset with Matt. He was almost continually moving, and it was becoming apparent that the people around him were getting distracted. Finally, Matt looked up and Rolf mouthed "settle down". Matt just looked back down, and began drawing in his book. Without even meaning to, Matt began to tap his pencil and drew a few more stares from around the table. Rolf wanted to crawl under the table he was so embarrassed. Finally, he had had enough, and decided to have a word with Matt in the hall. He had been embarrassed enough, and really hated to get up in the middle of the seminar, but Matt's behavior was far from what he expected, and he was going to let Matt know about it. Matt saw Rolf get up, but didn't think about it until he felt a hand on his shoulder, and Rolf hissing in his ear, "I'd like a word with you, outside please."
Matthew followed Rolf out of the building and into the paking lot.
"Matthew I ask you for one night. ONE night. I know you can care less about what is going on in there. BUT it is important to me, and my company. All I asked was for you to sit there quietly and appear like you were paying attention. And what do you do? You embarrassd me. You might as well have been snoring on the table!"
"Rolf I'm sorry, but..."
"But nothing!"
Matthew always became nervous when Rolf yelled at him, especially when they were in public. Matthew inadvertently began playing with his swiss army knife in his pocket. The more he twirled it around, the more he drowned Rolf out.
"_d_a_m_n_ it boy," Rolf said grabbing Matthew's arm, "what the hell are you playing with?"
At this point his knife fell to the ground, and Rolf picked it up. Rolf just shook his head.
"I take you out for a nice night, which just happens to include a brief lecture, and you don't pay attention. I take you out here, and you don't pay attention. It seems the only time I can get you to pay attention is when I am beating your ass!"
After saying that, Rolf looked down at the knife, and got an idea. An idea that certainly would get Matthew's attention. He grabbed Matthew by the arm, and took him to far end of the lot. This was a private, secluded area with lots of trees. Everyone was inside, so no one would be bothering them. Fortunately, they had trouble finding the place, so their car was parked back here, at the end of the lot. "Take off your jacket and put it neatly on the car seat." Matthew did as he was told. "Put your hands on the hood of the car, and face down. Don't even think of turning around."
"Rolf please, I'm sorry. We don't need to do this, really. I'm sorry."
"You will be sorry. Now shut up and do what you're told, or this will be a lot worse. Normally, my belt would be doing the talking, but I didn't wear it tonight. So I have to improvise."
Rolf walked over to the tree and grabbed a branch. He took Matt's knife, and cut the branch off, and began clearing the leaves off it. "After I'm through with you, you will be more considerate, and think before you embarass me. I think a good switching will get your attention. Now take down those dress pants, I don't want any snags in them."
"Oh please Rolf, not the switch, PLEASE." Rolf had only switched Matthew once, and that was more than he cared to experience again.
"Take down those dress pants now, or I will do it for you, and you best believe those underwear will come down with them, if I have to do it."
Matthew reluctantly lowered his pants, he had to have the protection of those thin briefs, it wan't much, but it was something. "Now keep your hands on the hood. Spread your legs as far as you can, and bend forward."
Matthew got into the position. Swish. The first slash land across his ass. Matthew screamed out in pain, as the firey line lit up across his ass. Rolf swung that switch again hard. And again Matthew screamed out. Matthew was soon sobbing as Rolf worked the switch up and down Matthew's ass. He was careful not to break the skin, but the welts would rise for sure. After twenty, he stopped. Matthew thought he was done. Not yet. Rolf lowered his briefs to mid thigh.
"Five more. Five more to teach you to pay attention." "I promise(*sob*) I will...ahhhh."
Matthew's promises were interupted by the switch. Rolf applied the five slashes with a pause of fifteen seconds, to let each one sink in. After the last one he tossed the switch into the schrubs. "Now get your pants up. I want to get in there and catch the rest of the lecture, before dinner."
Matthew was still sobbing, and could hardly believe that he would have to go back in there and face those people. He knew everyone would know what had happened to him, between his bloodshot eyes, and gingerly walk. How humiliating. But for fear of worse to come, he complied with Rolf's orders.
"Here, clean your face." Rolf handed Matt his hanky, and Matt wiped the tears and snot from his face. He really, really didn't want to go back into the conference, and tried again. "Rolf, please, can't I just wait in the car? I don't want everyone to know...." Matt sobbed again.
"For the last time, NO. You should have thought about that BEFORE I had to drag you out here. Do you think I'll enjoy returning to the meeting, everyone knowing that I can't get you to behave without resorting to this? That I missed what for me was an informative lecture, just to teach you a lesson? No."
Matt was looking at the ground, trying to get his emotions under control before he had to return. It wasn't working too well.
"I'm only going to say this one more time. We have approximately an hour to go on the lecture. You WILL sit still, and pay attention. You are NOT to pout, and when we break for dinner, you WILL be a perfect dinner guest, joining in the conversation. If you act like the host of your own pity party, I assure you, I will give you every reason to feel pity. IS THAT CLEAR YOUNG MAN?"
Matt sobbed out "Yes, sir". He was still feeling the pain of the switching, and Rolf's lecture wasn't helping Matthew feel any better.
"Get your jacket, and let's go."
Matt shuffled over to the door and got his coat. He trailed Rolf, slowly, not wanting to reach the door, where his humiliation could be seen. Rolf reached the door to the hotel, and turned around to find Matt not even close. "One" Rolf said menacingly, causing Matt to get a jump in his step. "Two"
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Matt said, hurrying along. He hated when Rolf counted. He knew he had pushed Rolf as far as he could go, without suffering any more consequences. Rolf took hold of Matt's arm, to help steer him along quicker. Matt was still trying to figure out a way to get more time before he had to face everyone. The bathroom....
"Rolf, I need to go to the bathroom, before we return."
Rolf was no dummy, and realized that Matt wanted a few more minutes to compose himself. He hated to make a scene, in front of collegues, so he allowed Matt to go. "I'm going on in. You have EXACTLY ten minutes, and you had better be back in your seat. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Matt escaped to the relative privacy of the bathroom to nurse his injured pride. He splashed water on his face, trying to cool off the redness, to no avail. His backside was really stinging, and he was going to have a hard time trying to sit still and look interested in the lecture. The only thing to be thankful for was the fact that nobody actually saw the spanking. The ten minutes were almost up, time to return to the lecture. Matt walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and walked in. He kept his head down, not looking at anyone. When he went to sit down, he grimaced. He looked up to see if anyone had noticed, and sure enough, a puzzled look from across the table turned into a knowing smirk, then a look of a job well done when he looked towards Rolf. _d_a_m_n_. Matt was the one that now wanted to slide under the table. There was nothing worse in Matthew's book than some total stranger knowing that you just got your ass beat, and whether or not you deserved it didn't mean a _d_a_m_n_ thing.
The lecture seemed to Matthew to last forever. His backside never seemed to cool, and since he had to sit still, there was nothing he could do to relieve it. He knew Rolf would go ballistic on him if he interrupted the lecture again.
Matthew stewed the entire lecture, the only thing he could think about was his flaming backside. He was upset that he had to go, upset that he had been taken outside for punishment, and that at least one person figured it out. He did NOT want to be here. Finally, the old windbag giving the lecture shut up.
Time to break for dinner. He stood up, wincing as he did. The same guy was looking at him, and it infuriated Matthew. Matt really wanted to ask him what he was looking at, but Rolf would probably fly over the table the second he shut his mouth. Matt bit his tongue, and walked stiffly over to the window, looking out at the sunset, wishing he were somewhere, anywhere, other than here.
Rolf approached Matthew and told him he was happy with Matt's behavior through the rest of the lecture. "Now, come on, we are heading to the dining room, and we need to mingle."
Matt followed Rolf to the dining room. Matt was introduced to everyone, and found out that the guy who smirked at him had a name, Travis. Unfortunately for Matt, when they sat down to eat, Travis sat at their table. Matthew's ass was still giving him trouble. The dinner that was served was fabulous, but it still did nothing to improve Matt's mood. He was "allowed" to have wine with dinner, and managed to down two glasses in quick fashion. He didn't get enough to get a buzz going, but they had about 1/2 an hour of open bar before the show began. Rolf was busy talking with the other architects, he wouldn't notice if Matt had more to drink.
Matthew needed something to cool him down. Something that would help relieve his tension. He carefully slithered over to the bar and ordered a shot of Tequilla. Within minutes, the alcohol had taken its effects. Alcohol affects everyone differently, but for Matthew, it made him obnoxious. He made his way back to the table. Rolf wasn't there yet, but Travis was there. Travis couldn't help but smile every time he saw Matthew. The thought of someone as old as Matthew still being spanked just amused Travis. Now that Matthew was no longer sober, he couldn't control himself.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ are you looking at jerk? Would you like to see Rolf's handywork you piss ant?"
Matthew stood up and started unzipping his pants. "You have been oogling me for hours, ass wipe."
Just as Matthew was ready to expose himself, he was grabbed by his arm and hauled towards the door. It was Rolf, and his blood pressure had just risen past boiling point. He hauled Matthew by the arm through the conference room doors, and slammed him up against the wall. He grabbed hold of Matthew's shirt collar and spoke to him, eye to eye. "Zip your pants up. AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF MOVING UNTIL I RETURN!"
Rolf went back into the room. He immediately went over to Travis. "I am so, so, sorry for his behavior. I assure you he will be dealt with, and when I am through he won't dream of acting like this again."
"It's okay, no harm done."
"He knows better than to speak to people like that, regardless of the situation. Again, I apologize."
Travis nodded in acceptance, and Rolf headed out to deal with Matthew. Rolf grabbed Matthew by the arm and hauled him to the front desk of the hotel.
"I would like a room."
"Double or single occupancy?"
"Single will be fine!"
Rolf was less than pleased to have to pay for a hotel room to discipline Matthew, but the drive home was too long. This needed to be dealt with immediately. He dragged Matthew up to the room, and slammed the door behind them.
"I am just outraged at your behavior tonight. I thought after our 'discussion' outside earlier your behavior was improving. I guess I was wrong. You better believe that you will NEVER act this way again. Your behavior was totally unacceptable. And the filth that poured out your mouth. You cannot even BEGIN to imagine how that made me feel."
Matthew had quickly sobered up on adrenalin alone. He knew he was in for it, and in for it good. But Matthew was determined to make things worse, by offering the wrong defense.
"Rolf I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing. After that shot of Tequilla, I sort of..."
"After the shot of what? You took it upon yourself to have another drink? You know how I feel about alcohol like Tequilla. I let you have some wine as a treat. You know I would never allow you to drink Tequilla, let alone mix it with wine. Your actions have just completely disappointed me. You have totally embarrassed me with your behavior. And you have made a mockerery of my company."
Matthew was beside himself. He felt ashamed of what he had done, and with each word Rolf spoke, he just continued to feel worse. Finally Rolf had to cool off.
"Get those clothes off and get your ass in the corner. I will deal with you in a minute."
Rolf went into the bathroom to splash his face and cool down. On the sink was a pile of towels, a new bar of soap, and a small wooden bathbrush.
Matthew's mind was as clear as if he hadn't had anything to drink at all. He knew he had crossed WAY over the line. He finished undressing, and headed to the corner. His ass was still tender from before, and he got goose pimples when he thought about what might be to come. The only thing to be thankful for was that Rolf still wasn't wearing a belt, and he of course, didn't have a paddle handy either. Matthew knew a spanking by hand would hurt beyond reason, but it was still better than the belt or paddle. His stomach hurt everytime he thought about his actions towards Travis. He knew why Rolf limited his alcohol, it was for just this very reason. To protect Matthew from himself. He could hear Rolf in the bathroom. He knew he was trying to simmer down, and that scared Matthew half to death. Not only had he shamed himself, he had also shamed Rolf in front of colleagues.
Rolf walked out of the bathroom, and stood looking at Matt in the corner. He could still see the welts from the switch. Matthew looked so pitiful, shivering in anticipation. Rolf pulled a chair away from the table, and set it in the middle of the room.
Matthew's stomach felt like it was on a roller coaster. He could feel Rolf's eyes, boring into the back of him. Matt desperately wanted to know what he was facing. Finally, the dreaded words came.
"Matthew, come here."
Matt's stomach dropped to his toes, and he walked slowly towards Rolf, and the chair sitting next to him.
"Rolf, I'm really, really sorry. I wasn't thinking..."
"Sit down, and be quiet." Rolf said sternly, pointing at the chair.
Matthew slowly sank into the chair. He looked at the floor.
"Matthew, do you have any idea how disappointed I am in you?"
Matt just looked at the floor, shaking his head slowly, side to side.
"LOOK at me when I'm talking to you. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM?" Rolf's voice began to rise.
Matt could hardly stand to face Rolf. He whispered "No, sir."
"Well, then, let me tell you. I thought we had an understanding. An understanding that you would suffer through the seminar, to help me out, and then we'd enjoy dinner and the show. Didn't we come to that conclusion on Wednesday?
"Yes, but..."
"WE AGREED" Rolf said, talking right over Matthew "that everything was going to be ok. Today, as we were leaving, you ASSURED me that everything was going to be ok. We get in the seminar..."
Matthew's eyes had returned to the carpet.
"LOOK AT ME!" Rolf spoke sharply.
Matthew again looked up into Rolf's stormy face. He wanted to crawl under the chair. He had hoped that Rolf had calmed down, but it looked like he was getting hot under the collar again.
"We get in the seminar, and you embarrass me by not being able to sit still. We go out to the parking lot, for a little discussion about your behavior, AND IT OBVIOUSLY MADE NO IMPRESSION WHATSOEVER. I take 20 minutes of the lecture, and I think I'm using my time wisely, but NO, I find that it was wasted, that it was some kind of joke on me."
"Rolf, it wasn't..."
"I..AM...NOT...FINISHED!" Rolf fairly barked out that sentence, causing Matthew to jump. Matt realized he was in for a long, intense lecture. Rolf continued to rant and rave for several more minutes, each word striking fear into Matthew. He had SERIOUSLY screwed up tonight. Rolf continued to strip layer upon layer of dignity from Matthew, leaving him sobbing, wondering when this wretched night would end.
"I still cannot BELIEVE what I heard you say to Travis. That language is unacceptable in ANY situation, and I'll not have you talking like that. I think your mouth could use a good cleaning. Come with me."
Matthew swallowed hard. Not more soap. "Please, Sir, I'll...OUCH!"
Rolf grabbed Matthew by the ear and marched him into the bathroom. He wasn't going to put up with anything from Matt right now. He sat Matt on the toilet, next to the sink. Matthew continued to beg and plead, but Rolf paid not one bit of attention. He lathered up the bar and grabbed Matthew's chin. "Open up."
"Puh...Pllleeaase.."
"Open up, NOW." Rolf said very firmly. "I am going to clean that filthy mouth of yours, and don't you EVEN THINK of spitting anything out. There had better not be ONE soap bubble on my clothes." With that, Rolf shoved the bar into Matt's mouth, and soaped it up good. Matthew's face was a mess, tears running, soap drooling. He kept trying to spit the soap out, but Rolf kept shoving it back in, making sure to coat the entire mouth, including the teeth.
Matt was going to be tasting soap for a good, long while. When the bar was mostly mush, he removed it. He was still holding Matt's chin. "You have one minute to spit, young man. Spit, but not rinse. And wipe off your face. When you're done, bring me that bath brush. Is that clear?"
Matt shook his head in the affirmative, and Rolf let go. Matt immediately began spitting in the sink for all he was worth, trying in vain to get rid of the disgusting taste. He was so busy spitting, that he didn't even think of looking at the the bath brush. All too soon, "Matthew, get that brush and get in here, NOW!"
Matthew spit twice more, then wiped his face on a towel. He should have just saved himself the time of spitting, because it had done no good at all. He looked over to the tub, and saw the bath brush. It was wooden, with a long flat handle connected to the brush part. Matthew swallowed hard, that looked like it could inflict serious pain, just like a paddle. Why did this hotel have to have such "nice" amenities? He spit into the tub. That soap was the worst he had received.
"ONE!"
_d_a_m_n_it, Rolf was counting again. He grabbed the brush and booked out to where Rolf was sitting in the chair. He didn't want extra.
Rolf held his hand out for the brush. Matt slowly handed over the instrument that was soon to be applied to his backside. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'll apologize to Travis. I..."
"Yes, Matthew, I know you are sorry. You will also offer a personal, sincere apology to Travis before we leave tonight. Now, I'm going to make sure that you remember how NOT to behave. Get over my knees."
Matthew slowly leaned over, and laid down across Rolf's knees. He knew there was no going back now. Rolf grabbed him around his middle, and raised the brush up, bringing it down hard, on Matthew's right cheek. The thwack was deafening, then was drown out by Matthew's cry of pain. The second thwack landed on the left cheek, and Matthew again hollered. Rolf kept the brush falling, and Matthew's cries became continuous. His backside was heating up, and soon went past the boiling stage. Rolf kept applying the brush, covering every bit of backside that was available. Matthew tried in vain to jump off of Rolf's lap, but he was held too tightly. He reached back at one point, and ended up with his arm wrenched very uncomfortably behind his back. He kicked furiously, trying to lesson the fire, but no help there. Rolf stopped when Matthew's ass was a deep, extremely hot red. It took a few minutes for Matt to stop kicking, even after the brush had stopped falling. Rolf grabbed Matt's arm and helped him stand up. Matthew couldn't keep still, his ass just hurt too much. He bounced from one foot to the other, not daring to touch his backside. Tears were streaming down his face. Rolf walked Matt over to the corner.
"Hands on the back of your head, and don't move."
Matt assumed the position, crying hard.
Rolf went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He still had a show to attend. When he was ready, he went back over to Matthew.
"I'm going back downstairs. You can drop your arms, but you are NOT to leave this corner, for any reason. You stand there and think about your behavior. I'll come up and get you when it's time to leave. Understood?"
Matt barely managed to get enough of a breath to sob out "Yes, sir" before Rolf left. He continued crying in the corner, sorry for himself. He didn't know how long he was going to have to stand there.
It was only about an hour later that Rolf walked into the room. He found Matt in the same position he had left him in.
"Get your face washed, and your clothes on. NO rinsing of the mouth."
"Yes, sir"
Matthew escaped to the bathroom and cleaned his face. His eyes were extremely bloodshot, and swollen. His breathing had almost returned to normal. He spit some more, but the taste was still as bitter as before. He walked out and got dressed, his shorts and pants absolute torture. When he was done, Rolf escorted him back downstairs. If Matt thought that everyone knew he had been spanked before, he was wrong. But now, there was absolutely no doubt. He was a much quieter, well behaved boy, with a decidedly ginger walk. Rolf took Matt by the arm and marched him over to where Travis was talking with a few people.
"Travis, I think Matthew has something he'd like to say to you."
Matthew absolutely, positively wanted to melt into the carpet, but there was nothing he could do. "Sir, I wanted.... I mean, I'm sorry for what I said before. It...It was unnecessary, and very rude. Please accept my apology."
"Apology accepted. I hope you learned your lesson well."
"Yes, sir, you can count on that."
"Matthew, I think it's time to head home. You need some sleep, because you've got a lot of work to do to pay me back for that hotel room."