Ned
stood on the threshold and glanced around. This wasn’t his favorite room, even
though good memories had been made here. It just generated some really mixed
feelings he oft-times had a hard time coming to grips with.
It
didn’t really classify as a room in Ned’s mind. It was more like a glorified, windowless
cubby-hole. A small eight-by-ten storage space in the middle of their flat that
had been transformed.
It
was now Flynn’s small private study where he conducted business. A place Ned
never enter simply to visit or have an offhand chat. No sir; for far more
serious dialogue took place here. It was here where errors in judgement were
dealt with; where punishments were mete out and badly needed absolution was
freely bestowed.
He
cringed when he looked at the desk that dominated the room. He couldn’t begin
to count the number of times he had been bent over it having his bare butt
soundly paddled. Each time he’d been in that particular situation he had vowed
never to let it happen again, and each time that promise to himself had been
broken.
His
eyes moved over to the old leather love seat and soften as better memories came
to mind.
Although
it looked inviting, Ned knew from experience that looks were deceiving. The
small sofa was far from welcoming to a freshly spanked butt.
It
was when he and his partner were cuddling together on this well-warn piece of
furniture that misdemeanors were fully analyzed and new resolutions made. Tears
were shed here, sometimes by both of them. Most importantly, love, comfort and
reassurances were exchanged.
Ned
heaved a sigh of resignation. Here he was again. When would he ever learn to
think before making a decision? Later, he was sure, rather than sooner. Such
was life; his life that is.
He
felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder. He was firmly maneuvered into the room and
over to the desk.
“Let’s
take care of business,” Flynn somberly declared.
Ned
lowered his jeans and boxers before bending forward.
The
first step towards restitution and exoneration had been taken. He breathed a
deep sigh of relief.
On
second thought, he probably did like this room and oft-times did look forward
to being here.
The
End
