Oh No, You Don't


Jay stuck his head into the shop early on Saturday morning. Finding the shop
almost empty, he walked over to his lover. "Hey, Sweets, I'm headed to K-town to
skate. See you later," he announced, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"How are you getting there?" Jack asked, giving Jay a hard look. "Plus, I can
count. You're technically grounded until midnight Sunday. Just because you
managed to get your grounding down to 14 days doesn't mean you get another 2
days off. You should just be lucky that stunt on the roof didn't earn you
another week."

Jay blushed; he didn't expect to be reprimanded in front of clients. Kay was
different; she was used to seeing him get scolded. "My bike, and my stunt on the
roof brought in an extra five grand, if I heard right, so that should count for
something," he said with a smug look. "Or not," he mumbled, looking at the
carpet.

"No, it didn't," Jack replied. "Surprising as it may seem, most of my clients
aren't swayed by skateboarders on the roof. Maybe we've had a few more of the
`just looking' crowd, which may lead to extra sales eventually."

"Well it should have, and it's a two hour bike ride from here to town. I'll be
home by dinner," Jay told him and headed out to the hallway, letting the shop
door slam behind him. He stood by the stair to see if Jack would come after him
or not. Knowing his Top, his ass was against the wall as he spun his bicycle
helmet on his finger.

Jack felt a headache start. He'd obviously been neglecting his duties recently
if Jay thought he could get away with this attitude. His Brat was asking for a
spanking and Jack was more than half tempted to give him one. He opened the door
to the hallway. "Upstairs," he simply said to Jay.

Taking his helmet by the strap, Jay flung it into the open door of the storeroom
and there was a loud bang as the helmet hit something in its path. "You're being
so unfair, "he yelled, as he stomped up the stairs.

"10, 9, 8," Jack chanted silently to himself. He had a temper and tried very
hard to control it. He followed his Brat up the stairs and made it to zero. "If
you want a spanking, why don't you just ask for one?"

The windows vibrated as the door slammed against the wall next to them. Jay
stormed into the room, taking off his bicycling jacket. He balled it up and
threw it across the room, then spun around when he heard Jack.

"I WANT TO GO SKATING. WHO THE HELL SAID I WANTED SPANKED?" he yelled, waving
his arms around. Closing his mouth, he held his jaw tightly, taking a few deep
breaths. "I am bored out of my tree, and there's only a few days left of warm
weather. By next week it will be too DAMN cold to do much of anything but
freeze," he said in a much lower voice, but far from calm.

"Who decided to drive drunk?" Jack replied. "And who decides when your grounding
ends? Being bored is one of the reasons it's called a punishment, Sunshine. You
have about 36 hours left and at the moment I am about 1 step away from pushing
that back out to a week." Jack held up a hand when Jay opened his mouth. "And
yelling at me will get you spanked every time."

Jay sat on the back of the couch. What Jack had said had hit home. "I drove
drunk, and you decide on punishment," Jay told him, trying to give him the best
moon eyes he could. "I understand how grounding works, I've been grounded more
times, than I can count before I met you. But you know what happens when I get
beyond bored." Jay ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't mean to yell at
you. I'm just frustrated, I guess. Hell, I don't know what's wrong, I just feel
trapped," he said, giving his lover the pouty lip.

Jack just laughed. "That lip doesn't work on me lover," he pointed out. He
sobered down and his eyes took on an evil glint. "I can keep you from getting
bored," he said. "The windows need to be cleaned. You do the inside today and
we'll do the outside together tomorrow."

"Fine, but I wanted to be outside," Jay told him. "Help me move your work area
out of the way."

Jack helped Jay move his work station. He had vivid memories of Jay climbing
onto his work station to wash windows once. His lover had slipped, and almost
cracked his head open on the corner of the desk. Once he'd been reassured Jay
was OK he'd paddled him for putting himself in danger. It hadn't helped when Jay
admitted he'd almost fallen a couple of times before.

Once the inside was done, Jay looked around. Grabbing his iPod he opened the
window and climbed out onto the fire escape. `Why waste a perfectly good Sunday
washing windows, if I can get them done today?' he thought as he washed the
outside of the bedroom windows.

About an hour later Kay came in shaking her head. "Jack, I know it is none of
my business but wouldn't it be safer to hire window cleaners then to have Jay
hanging by a rope washing the outside windows?"

Jack's heart almost stopped. He quickly apologized to his customer and raced
upstairs. He moved quietly and quickly, and stood in Jay's direct line of sight.
He mouthed, "Get your ass in here now."

Jay was singing to himself with his eyes closed. He got the feeling he was
being watched, and opened his eyes. His smile quickly faded when he saw his
lover; his man did not look happy.

Putting the cleaners and rags into the bag he looked up and then down. He'd
been wall scaling before at the park; going down was easy, but going up was
something he had problems with. Giving Jack a nod he swung over to the wall and
made his way back up to the roof. He half excepted Jack to be waiting for him
and he took a deep breath of nice clean fresh air, which was probably going to
be his last for long, long time.

Letting out a breath he was holding, he opened the door to the kitchen and
walked in to find his lover standing where he'd left him, looking deathly white
and shaking. Dropping his harness to the floor, he said, "Oh shit," as he ran
over to his mate. Grabbing him he hugged him tight and, pulling a chair behind
Jack, Jay actually forced his man to sit. Dropping to his knees he looked up at
Jack, "Sorry, Sweets, I am so sorry," he whispered.

Jack took in some deep gulps of air and concentrated on slowing his heart rate.
He looked at Jay. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked. "And
don't say washing the windows."

Jay bit and chewed on his lower lip. How was he supposed to answer the question,
if he wasn't supposed to say what he was doing? "Umm, doing what we were
supposed to do tomorrow so we can spend a full day together," Jay said, giving
him an impish grin.

"Silly me. Thought we'd use a scaffolding ladder, not abseiling down the goddamn
building," Jack replied, running his hand through his hair. "It would have taken
less than an hour, and then I thought we could drive to Kelowna so you could
meet up with your friends." He looked straight at Jay. "What happens if you put
yourself in dangerous situations?"

Jay really didn't want to answer that question. He dropped his head into Jack's
lap and let out a moan. "I was just trying to help, that's all, and I was done
in thirty minutes. I had gear, I wall climb at the park sometimes. I was
perfectly safe," he told him.

"Climbing on a purpose built wall does not compare to what you were just doing,"
Jack said. "As for safety gear, I see no sign of a helmet. And to answer my
question, I believe you get paddled for taking risks like that. Maybe letting
you off that stunt on the roof was a mistake."

Letting out another groan, Jay's body shivered, not out of fear, he didn't fear
Jack, but he hated the paddle. `As long as it's not the strap,' he thought. "I
was safe, I had it double tied, and I was not going to fall. I'm a dare devil, I
get stuck on stupid, I'm an idiot," he said, into Jack's legs. He also knew he
was making excuses. He looked up into his lover face. "Please, Sweets, don't
paddle me," he begged, his eyelashes spiked with tears.

"I know you thought you were safe, honey," Jack said gently, wiping a tear from
Jay's face. "However, one mistake could be deadly and I'm not willing to
overlook that. If it takes the paddle to drive home the message, I'll use it
every time."

"I know, I'm sorry," Jay said, rubbing his cheek into Jack's hand like a cat
would. He sighed as his lover's soft as well as gentle hand caressed his face.
He loved the feeling of his lover's hands on his person; it always made him feel
loved, safe, and owned. He also knew that the soft, gentle, loving hand that
touched him now would soon be very strong, tough, and hard on his bare ass, even
though his lover didn't want to harm him. Jay looked up into his lover's face,
"You do know I love you, right?" Jay asked. The question hung in the air as he
stood.

"I never doubt that," Jack replied, drawing his lover to him and planting a kiss
on his lips. "And I love you." He slowly pulled Jay's pants down to reveal his
bare ass and pulled him across his lap. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw
you out there," he said conversationally as he laid the first smack across Jay's
bottom. "If I lost you my heart would break." He then started to turn Jay's
bottom from white to a blazing hot red.

Since Jack did not move them to the sofa, Jay knew this was going to be bad. He
hated it when he got spanked while Jack sat in a chair. When the first swat
landed Jay grabbed his lover's legs. He knew he deserved this, maybe even wanted
it. He clamped his teeth shut and dropped his head, and the swats continued and
the heat rose from ass cheeks to sit spot. He tightened his hold on Jack's
ankles and his legs jerked with each swat. When the swats became harder, he
tried to keep his legs still but it he couldn't stop himself wriggling and
kicking. He did try but he could not stay silent. Soon the umps and the owws
became owws and cries, and Jack hadn't even laid the paddle on him yet. "Sweets,
please, I'm sorry, stop please, no… more... stunts," he cried out. The only
thing he was glad about was his Sweets was not angry at him, and the people down
on the streets could not hear him.

Jack only stopped when he was sure the message was learnt. He didn't reach for
the paddle. He kept Jay over his lap until the cries lessened slightly. "Jay,"
he said gently, "You need to listen to what I'm about to say. Are you calm
enough to listen?"

Jay gulped a few times, he was glad it had stopped but he knew it was far from
over. His breath came out in hiccup and quivers, he was too hoarse to talk so he
turned just a little to look Jack in the face. His eyes were swollen and his
face was red and wet with tears. He sniffed deeply and wiped his nose with the
heel of his hand, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. His other hand
was still holding tightly to Jack's ankle. He nodded his head, "Yes."

Jack could read his Brat's mind. "This is over," he said calmly. "I'm keeping
you over my knee so you remain focused. If I ever find you risking your life or
courting serious damage again I will strap you. Understand?"

"Und... under… stand..." Jay stammered out. He couldn't believe his ears. "No…
pad... ul..." he asked as his eyes grew large with concern.

"Do you need me to paddle you?" Jack asked. "I think the message has been driven
home enough. I also think the thought of the strap may be enough to make you
think twice, third and fourth about endangering yourself."

Jay shook his head no when he was asked if thought he needed the paddle. Of
course, he was going to say no; he hated the paddle. He hated how Jack could
make it sting for days afterwards. He then nodded his head yes, the message got
though alright, and he placed both feet on the ground, for now that is.

"Okay we're done then," Jack said. "Tomorrow we do the outside of the windows
safely." He grinned when he heard his Brat moan softly. "After that we'll go to
the Skate Park in Keleowna."

Jay let out a soft moan when he felt his Sweet's arm under his chest. Jay
slipped around and hung onto Jack for a while and, once he was calmer, he rubbed
his face on his man's shirt. "You want to learn to wall climb?" he asked, giving
Jack a small grin.

Jack just groaned, his Brat was irrepressible.

Over The Top

I love our beta who makes this so easy to read. All mistakes are ours.

A small crowd of tourists, as well as the local residents of Jade Heights, were
starting to gather in front of the big window of McCullum's jewelry store. As
the crowd grew larger people started to point upward toward the roof of the
building. Many even ducked their heads as small objects fell from above. Some
glanced in the window at the display that was laid out for the public to see.
Children and even the adults were laughing and catching things or picking them
up off the ground.

"What the hell ….." Jack thought, as he came out of his shop.

Shielding their eyes from the sun the crowd looked up to see a person on a bike
doing wheelies along the edge of the roof, just as the bike rider disappeared
someone on a skate board would do a handstand on the edge while flipping the
board with their feet.

"Bloody hell," Jack breathed out he set out for the roof, "I'm going to kill
him."
Jay was looking over the edge when he heard.

"Umm, Bird, he looks pissed," the young man with a Mohawk said, as Jack stepped
out onto the roof.

Turning around, Jay saw his lover. "Did you see it man? Wow just think, dude,
it's going to be hit on YouTube," Jay said, coming across the roof to meet up
with the love of his life. "Umm, Sweets, is something wrong?" he asked, not
understanding why Jack look like he was about to pass out.

Jack was breathing hard. "YouTube," he said, his voice shaking, "you risked your
life for a YouTube video." Without turning around he pointed at Jay's friend,
"You stay," he ordered.

"Yeah, sure, ok," the boy told him going over to the cooler, and grabbing a MD
out of it. "It's Birds time to fly anyway," he stated.

"Want a bet on that?" Jack growled out and the boy looked startled.
Realizing Jack was in no mood to play around and he was in some serious trouble,
again, Jay pleaded, "Jack, come on, we do this stuff all the time, well not
this high up. We're just having some fun." Jay stepped closer to his top so he
could only hear, "Please not in front of the guys," he begged.

"Say goodbye to your friends, Jason," he replied, "I'll see you downstairs."
Jack turned to a young girl hiding in the corner "Good to see you again DJ. No
snakes on you I hope."

"Nope," DJ said giving Jack a small smile.

Jay turned to his friends and gave them the `What can I do?' look. "Come on guys
wrap it up. Mr. Spoilsport's not having it," the one with the Mohawk said.

Jay helped his buddy gather stuff and gear up then loaded it up into the VW van
behind the store. Giving DJ a small hug and peck on her cheek he watched as they
drove off, in a small cloud of exhaust.

Shaking his head, Jay locked up his bike and boards, he grabbed a towel from the
dryer and scrubbed his sweaty hair somewhat dry, trying to gathered up his
courage to face his pissed off lover.

"You know Jack you really need to lighten up on some stuff I do. We were
perfectly safe doing what we were doing," Jay said as he entered the loft.

"You were on a roof two stories up, doing tricks that work 95% of the time. It's
the 5% that worries me. Excuse me if I don't want to see my lover freefall from
the top of our building."

Jay leaned against the back of the sofa, he let out a huff as he crossed his
arms, and he could see where his Sweet was coming from. Jay ran his fingers
though his damp hair, he was coming down from an adrenaline high and his body
shook just a little. "I'm sorry we, I mean me, um, I didn't mean to scare you
like that," he finally said. "It didn't start out to happen, shit man, we just
got talking about this and that, and the old times, aw hell, it just happened
that's all. It was just for fun and, oh hell, dude, it's cool man, no one got
hurt," Jay told him, looking up at his lover face. `Hurt yet,' he thought, not
liking the reading he was getting.

"Jay do you have an edit button? What I mean is, stopping to think things
through is something you should seriously consider trying." Jack ran his hands
through his hair. "I don't like being scared."

Jay dropped his head, he felt like he got smacked across the face; he never
expected his Sweets to say something like that. Looking down, he found a hole in
his shirt a little interesting. "Yeah I do stop to think sometimes; you just
don't see it," Jay told him. "The other day I was going to take off on the
bike, but I remembered you said no riding for 90 days. Oh yeah, that reminds
me," Jay reached into his shorts pocket and handed Jay the handmade gold and
blue key ring that said Jack's Brat on it. "I know you think I'm a total idiot,
but I'm not, I just get stuck on stupid sometimes." Taking a deep breath Jay
blinked back tears that threatened to fall, letting out his breath slowly so it
would not catch. "I know you don't like being scared; I'm really, really,
sorry," he said, scrubbing his face with the heel of his hand.

"You are not an idiot," Jack said forcefully, "you're my Brat and I love you to
distraction. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you." He
pulled Jay into his arms and held him tight. "Please don't scare me like that
again."

"I can't promise but I will try not to," he told him, holding him tight. Burying
his face into the crook of his top's neck he snuggled as deep as he could.
Taking in a deep breath, "Do I need to go get the paddle?" he mumbled, fearing
he knew the answer.

"I'm giving you a choice," Jack replied, after thinking for a minute. "I can
paddle you for endangering yourself or you can write 100 lines. I want you to
choose which would drive the message home." Jack hid a smile, he thought it was
about time Jay took responsibility for his actions, and that included the
punishment for the actions. He was somewhat shocked that Jay had offered to get
the paddle.

Jay's body shuddered. He'd just finished a writing assignment on the dangers of
driving under the influence of alcohol. He snuggled closer to Jack thinking.
Lines would only take him about an hour or so, a paddling would only take
fifteen minutes or so, but the cuddling afterwards would be worth it. However,
the after effect would take a few days to go away. "If I choose the lines will
you cuddle me after I finish them?" Jay mumbled into his lover's neck.

"Try and stop me," Jack replied. He knew Jay's choice wasn't as easy as it
appeared his Brat really hated line writing.

"Lines," Jay told him, "but you've got to admit those stunts were awesome." He
let a sly, wild smile cross his face as his eyes lit up.

"If they're done at the skate park and not on our roof they're awesome," Jack
replied, "but if I ever catch you doing it again, you'll be writing more lines
while sitting on a freshly paddled butt. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," Jay said letting his hand slide up and down Jack's back.
Jay nuzzled Jack's neck finding the one spot he knew drove his man wild. He
began to suck on the tender flesh, feeling his lover relax into what he was
doing. Then he began to undo the clasp on his lover pants. After years of being
together, Jay had finally learned how to unclasp dress slacks with one hand.

"If I was any kind of Top, I would insist on lines first," Jack said, giving Jay
more access to his neck, as his cock hardened under Jay's expert hands.

Wrapping his arms around his lover's waist he maneuvered Jack around so it was
he who was against the sofa. "I won't tell," Jay said, sucking the flesh harder
until he heard a gasp out of the man he loved. Not wanting to bruise the area,
Jay ran his tongue bar across the spot, and then moved down toward Jack's chest.
With one jerk the shirt was undone, and Jack's arms became trapped in the long
sleeve. Dropping to his knees Jay took his lover's hard shaft deep into his
mouth, running the ball in his mouth against the underside of the hard smooth
flesh, and then running the ball into the slit, sucking him to a fast, screaming
climax. Taking what was given to him, Jay stood and claimed Jack's mouth with
his. He usually let Jack lead, usually when coming down from a spike of
adrenaline he'd drink a couple of beers, but sex would work just as well. "Bed!"
he whispered.

Jack was dazed. It was not often Jay took command but when he did "Wow" was the
only way to describe it. Once they hit the bed Jack took control again; he
slowly undressed his boy. Kissing each area as it was revealed. By the time he
was finished Jay was almost purring. He stripped quickly, struggling with the
cuffs of his shirt. When Jay looked up with a smile in his eyes Jack just
growled. Then he lent down and kissed Jay stupid. As Jay recovered, Jack moved
down to his lover's nipples and played with them, sucking and pinching until Jay
was drowning in sensation. It was a quick move down and Jack was at Jay's cock.
Jack prided himself on his blowjobs.

Jay grabbed the sheets and his heels dug into the mattress as his ass came up
off the bed an inch or so. "Aww" escaped his lips as he came hard. He lay
panting, trying to catch his breath, giving a stupid smile. "Awesome," he
chirped as he opened his legs a little, giving his love access to him.

Jack leant over his Brat and grabbed a bottle of lube; he coated his cock and
slowly slid into his Brat.

Letting out a small hiss as he stretched to accept his love, Jay gulped in a
small amount of air. He could not help it, his body tightened as his man
continued to push his cock into his body. After a second Jay felt Jack still; he
knew his lover was waiting for him to become adjusted before they continued.
Reaching up he drew his lover's mouth to his and said, "thank you." He then
kissed his Sweets and a purr escaped his lips as his man began to move.

Jack grinned as he slowly began the age old rhythm. He loved it when his Brat
purred. He began to pick up the pace and drove his Brat to the edge and over it.
He followed, and collapsed making sure he didn't land on Jay. "Don't get too
comfortable," he said about 5 minutes later, "we need to eat, and then you have
lines to do before we sleep."

Letting out a small groan, Jay smiled and maneuvered Jack to lie on his back,
snuggling close to his lover. Jay laid his head on his man's shoulder. "Only a
top would remember lines after mind blowing sex like that," he mumbled into his
lover's ear.

Jack just laughed. "Guilty as charged," he replied. He rolled off the bed, and
strolled gloriously naked across to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "If
you hurry we can share the shower." It was one of the first things he'd changed
when Jay moved in; the shower was now made for two.

Kicking off his shorts that were caught on one leg, Jay jump to his feet and
slid into the bathroom before Jack had a chance to close the door. He became a
little disappointed when this shower was just that: a shower.

Jay sat looking at a note pad, while Jack searched the kitchen for something to
eat. When Jay's friends showed up for a visit the food seemed to vanish with
them. Luckily Jack had set up two steaks to marinate, and there was still some
potato salad left.

"So what do I write?" he asked taking a sip of his MD.

"I shall not scare the hell out of my Top by performing dangerous stunts on the
roof," Jack replied. "You can start after dinner. I have some work I can do up
here whilst you do it." He put a plate in front of Jay, and the two men ate
dinner.

Two hours later Jay placed the note pad in front of Jack's face as he was
sitting on the sofa. "Done! Now can I have my cuddles?" he asked.

On the header of the page was `To my beloved Top' and below, neatly written 100
times, was `I shall not scare the hell out of my Top by performing dangerous
stunts on the roof' double spaced.

On the last page was, `I Jason Copeland (McCullum) promise to do all my skate/
bike stunts at a park that is designed to do such things, where it is safe and
equipped to do them. I LOVE YOU.'

Jack choked with emotion. It was the first time Jay had ever used the last name
McCullum. "Come here you," he said, and pulled Jay into a hug. He then pulled
him closer for an extended cuddle. "I love you Brat."

DUI



Warning – There be spanking and paddling ahead. No sex.

Thank you to our ever patient beta who wants to remain nameless.

Jay laughed as his friends staggered off toward the waiting taxi. The three of
them could never hold more than two beers, unlike him. He could drink at least
three, if not four, and still talk, as well as walk, and drive straight. Making
his way to his bike, Jay slipped behind the trash cans to water the rats. That
way he would make it home without having to stop and piss alongside the highway.
He shook his head to get his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night. Giving
his watch a glance he saw that he was already a half hour late. "Jack is going
to go nuts on my ass," he said, as he walked toward the back parking lot of the
bar he and his buddies had hung out at, after a good day of skating.

Once he found his bike he pulled out his leather chaps. After struggling for a
few minutes, he yelled, "Fuck you," and shoved them back into the saddlebag.
"That'll teach you for not zipping," he said, as he sat on his bike. He rested
his head on the windshield of the bike and thought maybe he should not have had
that double shot for the road. Grabbing his helmet he strapped it on. He looked
at his phone and saw he'd missed three calls from Jack. "I am so busted," he
mumbled he pulled up the text screen and tapped out something and then sent it,
hoping it was to the right person and it was understandable. Starting up the old
Harley gave his stomach a rumble, as well as a jolt, he hadn't expected; he'd
forgotten how bad it was to ride with one's belly full of beer, Jagermeister,
along with greasy foods.

Jack looked at the message he had received and saw red. His fingers trembling,
he put ten dollars into the swear jar, and then spent every cent as he turned
the air blue. He felt somewhat calmer when he heard the Harley pull up but his
eyes narrowed as he heard Jay stumble up the stairs. When the door swung open he
got his first look at Jay. It was lucky that he had regular health checks
because his blood pressure went sky high.

"You've been drinking and driving," he stated, his voice flat, suppressing the
anger that flowed through his veins.

Jay held up his hand then quickly touched his finger to his lips telling Jack to
shut up. "Don't start. I had a few, and before you go blowing your Top's top
off, I'm going to take a piss, a shower and then I am going to bed," Jay
snapped, as he stepped into the bathroom, letting the door slam behind him. Jay
looked at himself in the mirror. `Idiot you just told your Top to shut up,' the
little angel yelled at him. `Blame it on the Jagermeister,' the little devil
told him.

Jack counted to ten twice, then a third time in French. It almost worked. He was
relatively calm when Jay emerged from the bathroom. He had a large glass of
water in his hand. "Sit. Drink. You don't have work in the morning, we'll talk
then."

Too much beer or just plain stupid - Jay could not decide when he dropped to the
floor and looked up at Jack. "Arf," he panted then scratched behind his ear.

Jack just smiled grimly. "Dogs sleep on the floor," he said calmly.

Cocking his head to one side Jay tried to read Jack's face, not liking the voice
or the tone. Giving one of his best smiles he said, "You're not that type of
Top," and held up his hands. "Please"

"So you're happy to play the game until it doesn't go the way you want?" Jack
pulled Jay up. He hauled him into a hug, "Don't worry me like that again," he
whispered into his Brat's ear. "You have no idea how much trouble you are in."
He handed Jay the glass of water. "Drink that," he ordered, "The alcohol
dehydrates you, and this will help." Jay obeyed and went to sleep, snoring
loudly.


Jack was sitting cross legged on the bed when Jay woke up. "Get up," he ordered,
"We need to talk. Or rather I'll talk, you listen."

Jay licked his dry lips; usually Jack would wait until he at least did his
morning things before they talked, so this told him it was going to be both a
serious and very painful type of talk. "Yes sir," he said pulling himself
upright; he did his best not to squirm.

"You drove drunk last night." Jack's voice was glacial. "If you'd been stopped
on a first offence, it's an immediate 24 hour stand down from driving followed
by a 90 day stand down plus a $1000 fine." Jack glared at his Brat, "This is a
first offence, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Jay said.

"Let's start the punishment with an alcohol ban. No drinking until I'm convinced
you can do it responsibly. I'll take all your vehicle keys for 90 days. If you
need a lift you can ask me. Any questions so far?

At first Jay thought Jack had lost his mind; however, if he had been caught the
90 day stand down would kill him if he could not see his Sweets. His bike would
have been impounded, and he would have lost his job. If he was to be on a 90 day
restriction, he'd rather do it with his Sweets beside him. "No sir," he said
moving a little to get the pressure off.

Jack saw the squirming and mentally kicked himself. "Go to the toilet if you
need," he said. "This isn't an endurance test." Once Jay was back, Jack moved
the discussion to the sofa. He had used the bathroom break to retrieve the
paddle which he placed on the coffee table. "You're also grounded for 3 months,"
he said. He held up a hand as Jay opened his mouth. "The length is actually up
to you," he said. "Completing writing assignments and lines could reduce it by a
month." Jack grinned wickedly, "Call it an incentive to get the work done. Other
behaviors can get it reduced. Sulking or tantrums can increase it but never more
than 3 months. You may even get it down as low as 2 weeks. Understand?"

When Jay saw the paddle he swallowed hard and his cheeks clenched. `At least
it's not the damn strap,' he thought. When he heard the rest of his sentence his
face fell with disbelief. He figured he'd get grounded but for three freaking
months. `Should have seen it coming. 90 days no driving equals 90 days no
leaving the loft,' he thought. "Yes sir I understand I may not like it, but I do
understand," he said, doing his best not to beg his way out of it.

Jack guessed his Brat hadn't taken in the details of his grounding but let it
alone, deciding that the paddle would leave enough of an impression. If it ever
happens again, or if you ever even think about drinking and driving I will use
the strap. Understand?"

Jay's body shivered; he hated the strap. He didn't even like seeing it coiled up
in the closet, lying on the shelf like a snake ready to strike. Jay stood with
his hands behind his back. Out of habit his index finger roughly scratched at
his thumb. He hated these small "Do you?" question and answer games Jack played
sometimes. At that moment the only answer was either `yes sir' or `no sir'.
Anything else could cause him more pain. He knew that and Jack would know it,
because no matter how much he protested, the grounding was going to happen with
or without him showing his displeasure. "Yes I understand," he told him. Before
Jack could ask any more questions he snapped, "How come you just don't beat me
shitless and black and blue like Shane or ….umm did?" Jay paused as he was about
to say the name Jack would not allow to be mentioned anywhere near him. "…. and
be done with it."

Jack was shocked. "Never going to happen," he protested. "If you're thinking
that is even an option we may need to look at the whole discipline aspect of our
relationship. Are you still okay with this?"

"Sweets don't say things like that. I know you'd never beat me shitless, it's
not in you. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. I love our
relationship the way it is and the way you fix things when I screw up. I knew I
should have called you; the only reason I didn't was because I didn't want to. I
wanted to show myself I was still the big guy on the bike that can handle his
alcohol. I never thought I could have been killed and left you alone," Jay said,
not realizing he was rambling.

"So you were aware of what you were doing?" Jack said his voice lowering.
"Driving drunk I mean. The not thinking of the consequences is an ongoing
problem. I'm hoping this paddling will drive home a message. I would never beat
you black and blue. Although I have no problem with a nice red butt."

Jay swallowed several times trying to get the lump in his throat to go away. He
hadn't realized the truth had just caused him more trouble. He looked down at
his lover, and closed his eyes. "Yes, I knew I would get punished for being
late, but no, I really didn't think about the consequences of driving drunk.
It's not like it's a recurring thing with me," he told him.

"I know," Jack replied. "And as for the truth causing you more trouble, you
couldn't have got any deeper." Jack knew his Brat's thought processes pretty
well by this stage in their relationship. It was a common complaint of Jay's. He
pulled his Brat across his lap and pulled the pajama pants down to reveal a
white butt. "I'm not asking you why you've ended up here," he informed his Brat.
"We've discussed it enough." He began to spank Jay.

Jay grabbed his pillow and bit into it. After the first couple of swat he
realized this was no warm up spanking. He tried to maneuver his ass out of the
way but wherever he moved the swat landed. Soon the grunts became oww, and the
owws became screams. "Jack please, oww, I'm sorry," he cried out as the swats
landed. He even tried to pull away. As the heat and the burn continued building
in the area of his backside and upper legs, he knew he would never be able to
handle the paddling after this was over. He knew begging would do no good.
"Jack… no…. drinking… promise… please Sweets, please stop." It was not beneath
him to try. When his voice became hoarse, he dropped his head back onto the
pillow and cried. He didn't care who heard him, he was only glad it was Sunday
and the other businesses were closed around.

Jack just held his brat until he calmed down. He'd gone pretty easy with the
paddle. Six swats had driven the message home. "Sweetheart," he murmured into
Jay's ear, "tell me what you understand are the conditions of your grounding."

Jay rubbed his face into Jack's shirt and, closing his eyes, he took a breath,
breathing in the scent of his Sweets. Moving just a little to get the pressure
off his scalded backside, he did his best to curl up into a ball. He didn't want
to talk, he just wanted to be held, and told that he was still loved after such
a screw up.

Taking a deep breath, he played with Jack's shirt. "No more drinking, no leaving
the loft except for work, no driving, skating, no hanging out with my friends. I
have to hand over all my keys to you, and I'm going to go bat shit crazy for 90
days." He stopped for a few minutes to think. "If I finish what you tell me to
write, and if I am on good behavior, I may or may not get a month off. If I ass
off, I'll get some added back on to what's been taken off if any. However, I'll
never get more than the original 90 days," he said, rubbing his face into Jack's
shirt once again. "Right?" he asked, looking up at his Sweets.

"I'm not sure about bat shit crazy," Jack chuckled, "But to refresh your memory,
I mentioned you could get it down to two weeks. I will keep the car keys for
three months, because that is what the court would have done. However you can
ask for them once the grounding is over, and I don't see there being grounds for
me to refuse. The alcohol ban will stay in place indefinitely, and I will join
you on the wagon. I couldn't handle losing you. I love you sweetheart." He
dragged Jay up in a desperate hug, making sure his brat's butt did not contact
anything hard.

Laying his head on his lover's shoulder, Jay hugged him back. "I don't want you
to lose me either, I love you too, my Sweets," he said with a smile. "I'm sorry
I didn't want to call," he told him, lightly kissing Jack's cheek, "But you
know, when I go bat shit crazy I am taking you down with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Jack replied laughing.

The End

Hurricane Jay

Any and all mistakes are the responsibility of the authors.

Someone did kindly beta for us, so you should be able to take a breath as you
read this one.



When Jack walked into the loft it looked like it been robbed or hurricane Jason
had gone through it. Clothes were tossed about, the top mattress was off the
bed, books were out of the shelf on the floor, and the small closet was
completely ransacked.

Jack's work corner was riffled though also. The kitchen and Amie's area were the
only places intact. Jay lay on the floor with a dust mop, pulling out dust
bunnies, lost mail, socks, and other missing stuff from under the entertainment
center, while turning the air blue with profanity that he'd picked up from
Billy.

"What the heck is going on?" Jack thought. Considering the mess the loft was in,
he stayed remarkably calm

Jay sat up. His face was dusty and tear streaked, his eyes were red and swollen,
an indication that he's been crying hard for some time. "I'll find it, I
promise." He looked around. Yeah the loft was in chaos but right now he really
didn't care. Crawling around on all fours he looked under the sofa again and the
coffee table. Going over to a pile of clothes, he started to shake thing out and
then toss them this way and that.

Jack was truly alarmed at the look on his Brat's face. "What can't you find,
sweetheart?" he asked gently.

Jay grabbed his T-shirt and cleaned his face. He looked at Jack and slowly
lifted his arm. The bracelet that had been on his arm since the day it was put
on him three years ago was gone, and the area of his skin was lighter than the
rest. Jay rubbed his wrist and just said, "My bracelet." He let out a ragged
breath and burst into tears again. "I can't find it," he told his lover.

Jack had made the bracelet and the pinkie ring that went with it. It had been
his first Christmas present to his Brat. He knew Jay almost never took it off.
"Hold on a minute sweetheart," he said, knowing his Brat was in a full blown
panic attack. He grabbed Jay and held him close. "Think," he instructed, "Where
did you see it last? Why did you take it off?"

"I DIDN'T TAKE IT OFF!" Jay snapped at his lover. "It was on my wrist this
morning. I noticed it gone after I got to work. I've been looking for since I
got home," Jay told him pushing his face into his lover chest. "I'm sorry;
please, I didn't mean to lose it," he said, trying not to be sick.

Jack automatically closed his arms around his Brat to comfort him. "Did you
phone work to see if it slipped off there?"Jack asked, deciding to cut Jay a
little slack on the yelling. "As for meaning to lose it, of course you didn't.
It's not life or death."

Taking a deep breath, "Yes, to me it is," Jay told him. He looked up into his
lover's face, eyes bloodshot with long, wet, spiked eyelashes. "Find it for me
please," he begged.

Jack helped Jay look for the bracelet. He first stood in the centre of the loft
and looked around. The sun was shining, and he was looking for a flash of light
off the silver of the bracelet. "Let's tidy up the loft," he suggested mildly.
"It might be under the piles of stuff you tossed while looking for it."

Jay rolled his eyes. "Jaaaaaaaack," he whined with a small stomp of his foot.
"I've checked this stuff six million times already," he said, waving his arms
around. Yeah, the loft looked like a small hurricane has gone through it.

Jack started to count to ten under his breath. He really was trying to cut Jay
some slack, but if his Brat continued to throw a tantrum, the slack would end up
strangling him. "Then 6 million and one might be the charm. Don't make me go all
Top on you," Jack suggested softly.

He knew the warning, but his mind was on finding something that meant the world
to him. Giving his lover a weak smile, Jay went over to a pile of clean pants,
dropped down on his backside and started in. As he picked each article up he
gave it a violent shake, checking each pocket and then folding it. Then promptly
threw it across the room.

Jack picked Jay up and swatted him sharply three times. "You don't want to play
these games with me," he advised his Brat. "I know you're upset but we will find
it." He held up a finger as Jay opened his mouth. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Rubbing his ass, Jay only nodded and continued to clean up the loft the right
way. It took longer to clean it than mess it up. By the time they were done Jay
was even more upset; he was hungry and angry. Crossing his arms he leaned up
against the wall. His lips were tightly shut to where they were almost white and
his eyes were narrowed; he knew if he spoke he would be in world of hurt. He
just glared at his lover in a way to say, see I told you it's not here.

Jack just smiled. "Let's go down to the Maple Grill for dinner," he suggested.
He needed to jerk Jay out of this stress attack and staying in the loft was not
going to accomplish this aim. "This is not negotiable," he added as Jay opened
his mouth again. "This one time, obey me," he said, his voice steely. It was not
often Jack was quite so overtly Toppy.

There were times when Jay needed a firm word, if not a hand and tonight was one
of them. When he heard the simple words in that tone, his body relaxed and he
shivered. "That sound great," he said, and went over to where Jack stood. "Thank
you," he whispered, then gently kissed his lover on the cheek.

They had a good dinner: steak, egg and chips with apple pie to follow. Jack felt
well fed and was happy that his Brat was cuddled against him when they reached
the loft stairs. Something caught his eye: a gleam that seemed out of place. He
bent over and picked up Jay's bracelet and held it out silently to his lover.

Jay blinked a couple of times, looking at what Jack held out to him. "YOU FOUND
IT," he yelled, bouncing on the step he was standing on. He held up his arm so
his lover could put it back where it belonged. Jay felt tears roll down his
cheek as his lover closed the clasp. Giving Jack a well earned kiss, he said,
"Good thing I obeyed you this time, huh."

Jack laughed, "Things usually work out when you obey me. At least your butt
stays a nice white colour. Let's go and celebrate finding your bracelet." When
Jay was sleeping, the sleep of the well fucked, Jack gently removed the bracelet
and fixed the clasp. He never wanted to be visited by Hurricane Jay again.

Out Of Balance


The loft was quite except a clicking sound that was being made by Jay tapping
his tongue bar against his teeth he did it when he was nervous or out of sorts.
Something was not right, he could feel it. He wanted to go for a ride, but the
weather has not permitted it lately, he got up and shuffled across the floor. He
glanced out the window and let out a heavy sigh, it was drizzling and the skies
looked nasty, looked like snow clouds, rain clouds did not look that grey.
Looking at his reflection in the window he saw that he was chewing on the side
of his thumb, another nervous habit he had. Giving up on his thought, he headed
for the key rack that was by the front door. "I am going for a ride" he stated,
palming the keys to his bike.

"In your dreams," Jack replied that clicking noise drove him bats, and it was
never good when Jay was doing it. "What's up?"

"Nothing, just bored," Jay replied with a low growl he rolled his eyes "I've
drove in the rain millions of times," he gave a snide remark.

Jack raised his eyebrow. In patented Top style, "Pardon me," he said, "since
when did that attitude change anything?"

He knew the warning but didn't pay any mind to it with a frustrated grunt he
roughly put the bike keys back and lifted the pink and purple beaded key chain
"Then I'll take my car to K-town to see the guys," he jerked the door open.

"Close the door and get your ass over to that corner," Jack's voice was firm and
deadly serious. He held up a hand as Jay opened his mouth. "Don't say a word.
You know tantrums and disrespect will get you in trouble every time. I have no
trouble placing you in a corner with a freshly spanked bottom if that's what you
prefer."

Gently closing the door Jay side stepped Jack, "No thank you." He said in a much
calmer voice, facing the dreaded corner, he listened to make sure Jack was still
in the room. It's been over three years they'd been together but it still scared
him to death standing in a corner in an empty house. Standing there he started
thinking back, `Maybe I do want that. Is that the problem?' he asked himself. `A
simple spanking would not fix this feeling, no to fix this it would have to be'
Jay shuddered `nope not this time.' he thought as he stared at "remember I love
you" written in a heart. Jay closed his eyes and laid his head on the spot. "God
I've been an ass" he said, without realizing it.

Jack grinned when he heard that come out of Jay's mouth. The corner did tend to
work and calm Jay down when he was wound up. It never occurred to Jack to leave
the room, let alone the loft, when he had placed Jay in a corner. He had put the
heart with its legend in place almost from the beginning. "You ready to come out
and talk to me Jason?" he asked. The use of his Brat's full name was calculated,
it was a clear message he was deadly serious.

`No I'll just stand here wait for the Apocalypse to comes' Jay thought. "If you
want" he muttered, "Umm Yes Sir" he quickly replied.

"Okay let me make a wild guess at what's got you upset," Jack said, after Jay
sat down next to him on the sofa. "It's the spanking you gave me." Jack waited
for the wary nod and continued. "I know it disturbed you and I am sorry about
that, but I'm not sorry it happened. I deserved to pay a penalty for what I did,
and you did a very good job of making sure I paid in full. One thing you have to
get through your mind is that no matter what I am still your Top. This does not
change anything. If you tried to put me in a corner or ground me you would be
spanked, and put firmly back in your place. Do you understand that?"
Jay blushed a little when Jack said he'd done a good job. "I understand," he
told him, "I'm sorry for being a twit." Even though he heard and understood the
things had never changed between them, he still felt that it had. Jay spun
around and snuggled up to Jack.
Jack returned the hug. Then said cheerfully." if you really want to see your
buddies in K-Town. You can catch a lift with me. I need to go in and buy some
supplies I can't get here in Jade Heights. I've got to break it to you that I
have a large commission coming up, so I'm afraid I won't be around a lot." When
Jack had a lot of work on, he tended to spend a lot of time in the shop
downstairs. He'd design the actual pieces in the loft, usually getting up around
three to do so. He's never craft the pieces anywhere other than his workshop.

Jay hated when Jack had large projects, it left him sexually frustrated and he
was usually asleep when Jack finally did come to bed. However since he'd just
bought the new truck money was just a little tight. "Sounds good" Jay told him,
he was not ready to get up just yet, slipping his hand up around Jack's neck Jay
pulled him down, he licked his lip then gave Jack a long kiss, letting go he got
up, "I'll meet you down stairs" he said, and headed for the door. "Cool, I'll
get my eyebrow pieced?" he asked, just as the door closed.

"Brat," Jack said ruefully. Jay had been trying to persuade Jack for the last
six months that getting his eyebrow pierced would be cool. Jack normally didn't
have a problem with tattoos or piercings, but he had a sinking feeling if he
gave way on the eyebrow Jay would move to more intimate places, and Jack at zero
interest in that.
Unsurprisingly a week later Jay did not have his eyebrow pierced and Jack was
beginning to come up for air after finishing his project. He was whistling as he
entered the loft fully intending to have his wicked way with his Brat tonight.

While Jack worked down in the shop Jay would bring dinner down to him, what
finally pissed him off even more was that Jack had not eaten the last few
dinners he had brought down to him, and when Jay had told his lover he really
needed to eat, all he got was a raised eyebrow and that look that told him to
chill it.

The loft had an odd smell to it, kind of like burning sugar, and it had been
cleaned and polished to a shine. Jay sat on the sofa with a box of ding-dongs on
his lap and a bottle of Mountain Dew in his hand, watching Saw 6, He was in a
pair of tight briefs, and his feet were on the coffee table.

Jack stopped as the smell hit him. His eyes narrowed slightly, there was only
one reason he could think of for Jay to burn incense, especially one with such
an acrid smell. He shook his head, there had to be another reason, Jay knew his
position on marijuana, and the use thereof.

Jay heard the door open, when he jumped up to greet his lover wrappers scattered
across the floor, as well as an empty box., Jay stumbled into his lover's arms
and laughed as Jack caught him. "Sorry, legs sleeping" he just laughed and then
busted up laughing, as if he slightly flying. Even though he has not touched
anything in many years he still knows how to act it. "Whaaaaaaat?" Jay whined,
knowing the look he was getting.

Jack grabbed Jay's head slightly and looked into his eyes. "Well," he said
finally, "I'm glad if you're looking for a spanking that you didn't go all the
way, and be stupid enough to actually smoke the stuff. That would really have
pissed me off. " Jack pinned his Brat with a sharp look, "I know the signs
Jason, and although the act was good, I know you too well."
Jay laughed and pulled away. "There's nothing wrong with it, if you do it
smart," he told him turning away from him. "Dinner almost ready," he stated and
started to walk away.

"Want to bet about that," Jack said softly. Jack didn't yell, but the softer his
voice got the more intense he became. Some in the know would recognise it as
getting into the "Top" zone. Jack just laughed himself sick when RJ had used
that phrase, he couldn't take things like that seriously.

Before Jay could register what was going on, Jack had grabbed him and he was
over his Top's knees with his briefs being pulled down to expose his naked butt.
"What to make a guess as you why you find yourself in this position Brat?"

"Owww," Jay yelled and slid back just a little when his front landed on Jack's
lap. "I didn't smoke any the guys did outside" Jay said, trying to lift himself
up. When he felt the cool air against his ass "My mouth" he muttered and grabbed
the pillow.

"Tell me why you tried to make me believe you had smoked pot?" Jack suggested.
"And don't try to get up; you tend to talk better in this position."

Jack was right, he would sing like a canary in this position, even if it didn't
save his ass sometimes. "I don't know, to see if you're paying attentions I
guess. " Looking back at him "I didn't do anything wrong except being a smart
ass." Jay told him "Please let this one go" he begged, he knew it probably
wouldn't work but he had to try.

"Oh I pay attention," Jack replied grimly, "And if I let this go what will you
do next? Try heroin? I think we probably need to re-establish who the Top is
around here."
Jay couldn't believe what he just heard and it did was piss him off even more.
He actually wanted to punch something, tightening his hold on Jack's leg, "I'm
not like him and I know who the Top is here" Jay told him.

"Who's him? " Jack asked his voice softer.

Jay swallowed hard; he hated thinking of him, taking a deep breath. "Mac," He
told him, "He would get violent and I would end up on the receiving end when he
came down from it. I was too scared to tell Shane," he told him.

It was not the first time Jack wished he could get his hands on Mac again. That
someone could hurt Jay that badly made him see red.

"I know I've getting my ass busted, but can I turn off the oven so the meat loaf
doesn't burn." Jay asked.

A laugh bubbled out of Jack. "What miss an opportunity to watch your cute butt
go over to the oven? Never." Jack watched in appreciation as Jay walked over and
then walked back. He pulled him onto his lap and held him. "Do you truly
understand why you're going to get spanked?" he asked.

"My mouth, and tricking you," Jay told him he still thinks he should not be in
trouble, but Jack was the Top in this household, and what he said goes.

"It's not tricking me because you didn't," Jack replied, "Partly for the
mouthing off, you know that's not acceptable, partly for allowing your friends
to smoke illegal drugs, even if it was outside but it's mostly because I think
you're still unsettled about last week and you need some normality. Let's be
truthful your normality usually involves a tender butt. I need to know if you're
on board with this."

Jack could see the light finally came on. "Oh God those guys," Jay dropped his
head onto Jack's shoulder. "I never thought about it, since they've been smoking
on the roof since I've lived here." Shaking his head "God, I'm so dumb
sometimes. I'll put a stop to it," Jay sat up and looked at Jack giving him a
tender kiss. "As much as I hate to say this, yes I'm on board, "Jay told him
standing to the left of Jack's legs.

Jack gently placed Jay in the traditional OTK position. Jay reached over and
grabbed a cushion to bury his face into. Jack's hand rose and fell. He grinned
as he landed the second swat eight on top the previous one. He had learnt
something from his spanking.

Jay tried to get his ass out of the way, by the time Jack got to the other
cheek; he bucked hard when the hand started to fall on his sit spot. Jay finally
gave it up and stopped fighting. Jack could feel Jay's nails dig into his legs
as he held on for dear life, as the cries became deep sobs. When the spanking
stopped Jay didn't wait for Jack to help him up like normal, this time he sprung
to his feet with both hands behind him trying to get the stinging to stop.
"That's ... Shanes... way," taking a deep breath, "that... was... unfair" Jay
told him between hiccups He slightly danced on his tip toes.

"I'm a fast learner," Jack replied catching Jay in mid-hop and hauled him onto
his knee making sure the sore butt didn't land on anything hard. "I caught it
like that so I decided fair is fair I should give it back. Never let it be said
a Top can't learn from every experience." Jack grin was clear in his voice as he
gently ran his hand down his still sobbing brat. "However on reflection I think
I'll revert back to what I know best. Shane's method is a little inflexible."

Jay snuggled as close as possible, for some reason this time just felt
different, maybe because it was harsher than normal or he just needed it,
rubbing his face on Jack's shirt. "I need to finish dinner cold meatloaf is not
that great" Jay said as he got up "the rest of the stuff should only take half
hour or so, if you want to shower. "

Jay grabbed one of Jack's aprons and tied it around his waist; he was not
putting anything against his ass until tomorrow. Jay turned around and gave his
sweets a smile. "I am eating at the counter"

Jack laughed out loud as he walked towards the shower. "That doesn't surprise
me," he said. As he stepped under the shower he thought to himself "I think
things are back on track."

THE END.