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“Hey.” Patrick felt hands land on his shoulders and he jumped in his seat. He turned around and David was staring down at him, eyebrows raised. Damn it.
“Hey, David. Are you home early?” he asked. He glanced at the clock out of the corner of his eye and gulped. 11pm.
“An hour late, actually,” David said. He started kneading Patrick’s shoulders. “Have you been at the computer all this time?”
Patrick very very badly wanted to deny it, but the stacks of notes around him and his dry eyes made that hard to do. David knew exactly what to look for. “Pretty much, yeah.”
David closed his laptop and Patrick made an aborted reach to stop him. “You told me that you weren’t going to spend more than two hours a day on your make believe baseball team.”
Patrick sighed. David was big on walking through everything. “Yep. That was my goal.”
“How many hours was it today?” David asked, his hands returning to Patrick’s shoulders.
“Six,” Patrick admitted. He hadn’t even realized so much time had gone by. He’d missed dinner and the movie he’d planned to watch while David was out with Stevie.
“So how many hours was it this week?” David asked.
He counted them up. David had asked him to track it daily, and he’d already gotten swats most days for going over, so it wasn’t hard to remember. “28,” he said, ashamed, his head sinking lower as David rubbed at his neck, too. It felt great after being in this position all night, but he felt more than a little guilty receiving it.
“Right.” David stopped massaging and patted. “So, do you want to deal with this tonight or tomorrow?”
“Tonight,” Patrick said, barely having to think about it. He might have been able to handle waiting for a few swats, but he’d earned way more than that today, let alone during the whole week. David wouldn’t spank him two days in a row, so better deal with it all tonight. Otherwise, the guilt and anticipation would keep him awake the whole night.
“Good choice,” David agreed. “So first you’re going to go eat a sandwich, because I’m sure you forgot. And then you’re going to go up and wait for me in the bedroom. You know the corner.”
“David,” he whined, his face flushing.
“You’re the one who asked for help sticking to your goal,” David said, kissing his hair. “This is your plan. I don’t want to hear any complaints, got it?”
David’s voice had hardened just a bit at the end and Patrick bit his lip as he nodded. “Got it.”
“Then I’ll see you upstairs,” he said, rubbing Patrick’s arms briefly.
Patrick stumbled through making a PB and J, a knot at the pit of his stomach making it hard to swallow it down. He had asked for this. It wasn’t the first time, and he knew he'd screwed up. It was so easy for him to get wrapped up and obsessed with his fantasy teams, and he didn’t like losing hours he could be spending with David, his friends, or other things he enjoyed. But that didn’t mean he was looking forward to being spanked, no matter how well earned.
When he finally climbed the stairs, the bedroom was empty, and a pair of his pajamas was laid out on the bed. He changed quickly, wanting to be situated before David finished his evening routine.
Heart thumping, he settled himself into the corner. That David had been there just as many times as he had was no consolation in the moment.
The next few minutes dragged on interminably, but finally David entered. “Good boy,” he said as he brushed past Patrick on the way to the closet. “I’m glad you can follow some directions.”
Patrick didn’t turn around, knowing that was against the rules, and tried to figure out what David was pulling out of their chest by sound. David knew he would, and was purposely making it harder. Of course, he did the same to David.
“All right,” David said finally. “Come on over.” He patted his lap and Patrick walked to their chaise lounge. They hadn’t entirely bought it for their discipline, but it had been a big selling point. It was low enough to the ground that they were both comfortable over each other’s knees, or they could lean over the back, along with a few other positions.
“I see your brain working overtime,” David said fondly, taking his hand and helping him lay across his lap. “Let’s get you focused back where you should be, and then get to bed. All right?” He patted Patrick’s ass.
“Yes, David,” Patrick said, getting himself into as comfortable a position as he could, under the circumstances.
“All right,” David said. “You spent twice as many hours as you promised. That’s not a great start for the first week, is it?”
Patrick shook his head.
“Nope. So after your spanking, you’re going to get an extra 14 with the baseball paddle to remind you of those extra hours. Understand?”
Patrick nodded.
“All right, then,” David said. “Brace up.” He slid Patrick’s pants down off his hips and Patrick tried to relax.
It didn’t really work, and the first swat made him inhale sharply. David peppered his backside with stinging smacks all over, keeping him from guessing on where the next one would land. He couldn’t help shifting around, trying to avoid the hits, even though he knew he deserved them.
David tightened his hold on Patrick’s waist, tucking him in closer, which helped slow the wiggling. Patrick appreciated the help, even as he tried not to whine as David started spanking with more force.
Patrick dug his toes into the carpet in an effort not to kick, as David slowed down, a brief pause in between smacks. The wait for the next was almost impossible, and the pain went deeper with each thud. His breath hitched as David continued heating up every inch of his already warmed ass, all of his focus on David’s hand and each swat.
He couldn’t help whimpering when David sped up again, the quick smacks becoming one big blur of ache and pain all over. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, David slowed down again.
Every spank was landing on already sensitive skin, and almost reverberated inside him. David was waiting a few seconds in between each one, letting him really feel the bloom of pain before moving on. It was never the same number of seconds, so Patrick couldn’t count and prepare, he just had to feel and wait.
Finally, a pause dragged on and Patrick let out a ragged breath. David’s hand rested on his lower back, rubbing a bit.
“All right,” David said quietly. “Last bit now. One for each hour you stole. And then we’re finished.”
Patrick nodded. “Okay,” he said, even more quietly. The paddle had been a joke, a souvenir from a game, that he and David had reinforced a bit. It was pretty light, really, but nothing was going to feel very light right now. He took a deep breath and waited.
David didn’t make him wait too long, snapping it down in a set of five on the base of his left cheek. Patrick tried not to cry out, but only swallowed down some of it.
“You don’t have to hold it in,” David reminded him, and he nodded.
David snapped it down in a matched set on the other cheek and Patrick let out a wet groan.
The last four alternated in the center of his ass, setting it further ablaze, and Patrick sagged in relief when the last one landed.
“Good job,” David said, immediately rubbing his back. “You did so good, Patrick.” He helped Patrick slide onto the chaise, half in David’s lap, as they settled against the back. David kept rubbing Patrick’s arm, and Patrick let his head fall against David’s chest. He welcomed the comfort, no longer feeling the guilt of earlier.
They rested there for at least twenty minutes, until Patrick yawned.
“All right,” David said, patting his arm firmly. “No sleeping here, neither of us will be able to move in the morning.”
“Yeah, all right,” Patrick agreed. He didn’t move, though, until David patted his ass. That got him up as David laughed.
“Go on, hop in,” David said. “I’ll be right back.”
Patrick climbed into bed, hissing at the stretch in his sore ass as he moved and settled in. He arranged himself on his side, and then David was back with a cup of water. He drank it gratefully as David slid in.
David took the cup and Patrick let himself drape over his husband. “Feeling better?” David asked, slowly running his hand along Patrick’s back.
“Yeah,” Patrick said. The weight of those extra hours had disappeared, and he was focused on his throbbing ass instead of obsessively planning his next deep dive for the team.
“Good,” David said, and hesitated. “Do you think you should consider cutting your goal to an hour a day next week for balance?”
Ugh. The itch to have the perfect team resurfaced, but he concentrated on David’s gentle hand and the burning in his ass. “I’ll consider it,” he said, with a sigh. It would be for the best.
”I’ll help,” David said. “Before it gets to this point again.”
“Good idea,” Patrick said, yawning again. After almost a week, he finally was relaxed enough to fall asleep quickly, snuggled up to David.