Tears finally seeped out from
between tightly closed eyelids and slowly trickled down his cheeks. That last
swat of the paddle had landed particularly hard across the middle of his
already very sore butt. He drew in a deep breath, held it and waited for the
next one to fall…..and waited. It never came.
He released the air in his
lungs in one shuddering exhale as his legs were lowered to the floor and he
knelt between his chastiser’s knees. His upper body was encased in strong arms
and he leaned against the chest of his lover while a head rested heavily on his
own.
“Why?” a deep voice inquired
from just above him.
A shrug of his shoulders
earned him a firm smack on his left hip. He decided to try again, this time
verbally. “I clearly told her to make sure there were no tomatoes on my super
deluxe hamburger. I even reminded her that two of my last three orders had been
done wrong. I warned her something nasty might happen if I found any tomatoes
on my burger today.”
“Go on,” he was gently encouraged.
“I lifted the top of the bun
and there they were; two freaking slices. I kinda lost it then. I’d been in a
rotten mood all morning and this was the last straw.”
“And you thought your intense
dislike of tomatoes entitled you to toss them over your shoulder at the wall?”
“Well, at the time it seemed
the thing to do,” he quietly answered and felt the heat rising in his
tear-streaked face. He grimaced at the memory of the tomato splatting against
the wall next to him and then oh so unhurriedly sliding down to the floor. His
server had taken his plate in order to change to take-out.
Did he just imagine it? Or
had he actually felt a tremor of suppressed laughter from the chest beneath his
head?
“You’re a real terror, you
know that? I’d make you go back and clean it up, but that can’t happen.” The
voice held a note of loving exasperation. “While Luciana was packing your lunch
to go, Antonio called to inform me of your actions. You’ve been barred from his
restaurant for the next month.”
“I’m so sorry.” The expression
of regret was sincerely offered. The banning would affect both of them as
Antonio’s was a favourite eating place of theirs. He knew there would be more
sanctions, so once again he waited. This time he didn’t have to wait long.
“You will write a letter of
apology that I will deliver in person. You’re on a short leash, boy. You will
not leave our home unaccompanied by me until further notice. Is that
understood?”
“Yes sir,” was the softly
spoken reply. It often unnerved him; this hard to control impulsiveness that
plagued him. The man presently holding him provided the safety net he desperately
needed. “Am I forgiven?”
“Of course, as always,” came
the assurance as a hand tenderly lifted his chin and lips soundly kissed his.
The End
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