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George watches the sun dip over the horizon before he gathers up his fishing equipment and heads back to the car. He sees his streaming backpack in the trunk as he’s loading his supplies yet, and a stone sinks to the bottom of his stomach.
He had meant to stream, but once he had gotten set up at the lake, he just didn’t feel like it anymore. While he can usually get away with skipping a stream or two here and there, he doesn’t think he’s going to be as lucky this time. With that in mind, he drags his feet a little on the way to the car door, and then again on his way into the house.
Is luck on his side tonight? It’s clear as soon as he walks in that it is not. The door to Dream’s office is open when he enters the house and he doesn’t make it three steps before he hears Dream’s sternest voice.
“George, come here.”
George puts his backpack down and turns to go into Dream’s office, taking a seat on the bed. Dream is still facing his computer, going through the process of closing out tabs and saving progress. It’s a minute before he speaks.
“I thought you were going to stream today?”
George shrugs. He finds a stuffed animal on Dream’s bed and grabs onto it, using it as something to keep his hands busy. He always feels more antsy right before a spanking. He knows that’s what this is going to be. Really, he knew before he ever left the lake.
“It was hot. Didn’t feel like sweating on camera.”
Dream chuckles. “That’s funny, because yesterday you said you were going to stream, but then claimed you had a headache.” George doesn’t respond, focusing instead on plucking cat fur from the plushie.
Dream turns his chair away from his desk to face George.
“What was it the day before that? You needed to take a nap?” He pauses and when George doesn’t say anything, he continues, “I’m surprised you haven’t run out of excuses yet, but I’ve run out of patience.”
George glances up at Dream for just a second. His mouth is drawn into a hard frown, and he’s staring at George with a serious expression.
“Honestly, I’m tired of this. I just spanked you less than a week ago for not streaming, didn’t I?”
George gives a little nod in response.
“So what gives then?” Dream asks. “Did I not spank you hard enough? Was it too short? What do I need to do to get the message to sink in?”
George shrugs. He’s not going to say anything and risk giving Dream ideas.
“I’m just trying to hold you accountable to your own standards, George. If you don’t want to stream, just say so. Stop making promises to me and your fans if you aren’t going to follow through on them.”
“I meant to,” George says. “I mean it when I say it, I do. It’s just, like, in the moment I don’t care.”
“I thought that’s what the spankings were for,” Dream sighs. “To provide the motivation when you don’t have enough on your own. If this isn’t working, we should try something else.”
“It usually works,” George says. He doesn’t know why he’s offering that information. The truth is that he’s just as frustrated as Dream. Frustrated at himself, frustrated that he can’t find the motivation, frustrated that even after getting a spanking for this, he’s still not doing what he said he would.
Dream sighs and rubs his face with his hands. “Well, it clearly didn’t work this time. So I guess we try again.” He stands up and walks over to George, taking the plushie out of his hands and putting it back on the bed.
“What do the rules say about this?”
George swallows slowly and looks up at Dream. They both know what the rules say. After the first time Dream spanked George, they sat together and put together some guidelines for their arrangement. The rules outline the basics of what their arrangement is, any hard limits either of them has, and the process for calling the arrangement to an end. They also include some simple rules about the things that call for a spanking. George can see it now as if he’s staring at the paper they initially wrote the rules on.
If George needs to be spanked twice in a row for the same issue, the second spanking will be more severe.
He repeats those words to Dream. The stone that sunk to his stomach earlier is a boulder now, and George feels like he might choke on it. How did he let himself get into this situation?
Dream nods. “Those are the rules. We’ll follow them.” He pauses and looks George over, considering. “You smell like fish. Go take a shower and meet me in our room. Be quick about it.”
George nods. Given the trouble he’s already in, he doesn’t want to do anything to make it worse. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s more than a little scared of what Dream has planned. His normal spankings are hard enough. George never makes it through a spanking without breaking down in tears, completely overwhelmed by the pain. He doesn’t want to imagine what a more severe version of that looks like. His legs feel like gelatin as he walks to the bathroom, strips, and climbs into the shower.
In the moments before a punishment, George always finds himself wondering why on earth he agreed to this arrangement. Not agreed, even. He requested it! He was the one to bring it up, to ask Dream to do it. And each time Dream decides he needs to be spanked, George submits to it. Why? It’s certainly not for enjoyment. He hates being spanked. He hates it with every fiber of his being. It’s embarrassing and painful and sometimes leaves him aching for days. Every time he earns a spanking, he wants to rebel and refuse punishment and call the whole thing off.
The thing is that he can’t deny the results. The past few months have been the most productive time of his life. It’s not just that he’s productive, but he’s happy. Without the constant weight of his own disappointment dragging him down, he feels lighter and more confident. And when he fails to meet the expectations he sets for himself? Dream corrects him before he can get overwhelmed with self-loathing and self-doubt.
So even though he’s mad that he has to be punished yet again—mad at Dream and mad at himself—and even though he feels almost sick to his stomach with the fear and anticipation, he rushes through his shower so he doesn’t keep Dream waiting.
After drying off, he goes into their closet and sorts through his drawers, pulling out the clothes he usually sleeps in—an oversized t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts. He doesn’t bother with underwear, because he knows he won’t be able to tolerate the feel of them after Dream is finished with him. Once dressed, he makes his way into the bedroom.
He finds Dream sitting at the foot of their bed with a small wooden paddle by his side. The paddle, which Dream had brought home only two weeks into their arrangement, has quickly become Dream’s favorite method of spanking George. It’s bigger than a spoon so the smacks cover more surface area, but it’s still light enough to spank quickly. Dream likes how easy it is to control the strength of the swats, so he can switch between quick, stinging smacks and heavy, bruising thuds.
George isn’t nearly as much of a fan, but he’s become resigned to it. Anyway, it’s usually a pretty effective deterrent. When Dream spanked him over the weekend for missing streams, he used the paddle. Knowing that, George is a little nervous about how he’s going to make this more severe.
Dream cocks an eyebrow when George walks into the room. “I don’t know why you bothered with the shorts since they’re coming off right away, but okay.” Every time Dream has spanked George, he’s insisted on it being on his bare bottom. George didn’t really expect any different this time, but he felt like he had to at least try. He slides his shorts off and crosses the room, laying himself across Dream’s lap without being asked. Maybe total compliance will make Dream go easier on him.
Once he’s settled, Dream slides George’s shirt up his back so his bare ass is on display. This has become almost like a ritual. He rubs the skin of George’s ass gently, raising goosebumps there. George is convinced Dream does this to make him more sensitive, so that the spanks hurt more, but he’s never called him on it.
“I don’t want to have to spank you twice for the same thing, George,” Dream begins. “It’s frustrating and it makes me feel like we’re both wasting our time. You know I don’t like hurting you, so hurting you twice for the same thing feels especially bad.”
George doesn’t speak. That’s fairly routine at this point too. Dream likes to make sure George understands why he’s being punished before the spanking begins, and he doesn’t like being interrupted. If he wants George’s input, he’ll ask for it.
“I’ve said before, I don’t care if you never stream again. What matters to me is when you set goals for yourself and fail to meet them. It matters when you make promises to others and then don’t follow through. That’s why we’re here right now. You let me down, George. You let your fans down. You let yourself down.”
The words are very effective. George feels the guilt weighing down on him. He did promise his fans that he would stream this week, only to make excuse after excuse.
“I’m going to spank you for failing to follow through with your promise to stream. I want you to think about that while I do. Think about why you’re here and what you can do to keep this from happening again. Okay?”
“Okay,” George says softly. The boulder in his stomach has exploded into a thousand butterflies now that they’re about to begin. He’s trembling, and he knows Dream can feel it. He hates this part. The fear. The anticipation. He clasps his hands together and uses them as a pillow for his head, trying to relax as he waits for Dream to begin.
The first few smacks of the paddle come shortly after. The first time Dream spanked him with this paddle, George had been a blubbering mess from start to finish. He’s gotten used to it now, and the early strikes just produce a stinging discomfort. It’s bearable at first, but as the heat begins to build and Dream puts more strength behind each strike, it starts to become too much. First, George starts wiggling. He tries to keep still, but it’s an almost involuntary reaction. The first time Dream used the paddle, George ended up rolling himself off Dream’s lap and onto the floor to avoid the hits. Now Dream keeps a firm hand on his lower back, holding George in place as the building heat in his ass makes him wriggle more and more.
It doesn’t take long for the heat to become too much and the pain behind it to take over. George lets out a little gasp as the next smack comes, harder than the previous one. As Dream paddles him harder and harder, the gasps become whimpers and whines and then cries. Tears start pricking at the corners of his eyes as each strike brings a harsh jolt of pain to his ass. Finally, the tears start flowing freely, overwhelmed by the pain, and he sobs as each blow strikes his tender flesh.
Once George is sobbing, Dream pauses in his onslaught, rubbing the hot skin of his ass. “I see the message is starting to sink in,” he says. “Don’t you wish you would have just streamed earlier?”
“Yes,” George whimpers. He buries his face in the bedspread to hide his tears. He knows Dream has seen him like this a dozen times before, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.
“Keep that in mind next time,” Dream says. George nods and braces himself. This is the part where Dream usually begins again. He likes to call the first part of the spanking a warm up, though George thinks it feels an awful lot like a punishment. He’s already in pain, his ass sore and sensitive, and by this point he’s regretting the decision that put him in this position. That’s when Dream thinks the real punishment starts.
Surprisingly, though, Dream doesn’t start spanking him again. Instead, he sets the paddle aside, pats George’s ass, and tells him to stand up. George is confused, but does what Dream says. It can’t be over yet. This isn’t even half of what he normally gets, and the rule was that this was supposed to be harsher than a normal spanking. He has a sinking feeling that something much worse is coming.
Once George is on his feet, Dream gestures back in the direction of their closet.
“Go get my belt,” he says. “The dark brown leather one.”
Everything in George’s stomach, the boulder and the butterflies and everything, drops to the floor. His belt? George has never in his life been spanked with a belt. He has no idea what it’s like, but in his mind it’s the worst thing imaginable.
“Dream,” he says. It comes out as a whine and he hates it. He’s not going to successfully talk himself out of this with tear-stained cheeks and a whiny voice.
“I’m not arguing with you about this, George,” Dream says. “Go get it now or you’re going to make things a lot worse on yourself.” His voice is firm and it’s clear that he means what he says. George sighs and turns to trudge into the closet.
He goes to Dream’s side and looks for the belts. Dream almost never wears a belt for anything, so he doesn’t have many. George spots the one he’s talking about immediately and picks it up. He runs his hands over it and shudders. It’s thick leather, and it feels heavy in his hands. He may never have been spanked with a belt before, but it doesn’t take experience to tell him that this is going to hurt.
He stands frozen staring at the belt. There’s a lump in his throat and his heart is pounding. He doesn’t know why he never considered that this might be coming.
“I’m waiting,” Dream calls from the next room. He sounds impatient. The last thing George wants to to at this point is upset Dream, so he tears his eyes away from the belt and hurries back into the bedroom. He’s filled with dread as he walks over to Dream and hands him the belt. Dream gives him a single nod.
“Good. I’m glad you’re obeying me. I don’t want to make this any worse than it already has to be.”
He stands up and George immediately feels tiny next to him. In reality, Dream is only a few inches taller than him, but George always feels so much smaller when he’s being punished. When Dream towers over him like this, it only makes the feeling worse.
It sends another ripple of fear through him. Dream’s so strong. His spankings already hurt so much. George doesn’t want to find out how much more they can hurt.
“Dream, please,” he whispers. “I’ll do better next time, I promise. Just let me try again.”
Dream pulls George into a hug, and George goes willingly. He buries his face into Dream’s shirt and wraps his arms around him, hugging tight. He’s not naive enough to think this is over. He knows that once Dream makes a decision like this, he’s going to follow through with it. Dream told George early into their arrangement that if he doesn’t follow through on promised punishments, then he’s not any use to George.
“I know you’re scared, George,” Dream says. “I can feel you shaking. Believe me, I wish this could be different. You knew what was coming when you decided not to follow through on your promise. We wrote those rules together. You suggested that one. You know as well as I do that if I don’t follow through with this, you’ll continue along the same path.”
George gives the tiniest nod, because it’s true. He does know that. Knowing that and actually accepting it are two different things though.
“But it’s going to hurt,” he whispers.
Dream actually laughs at that, which George finds a little rude. “Yeah, you bet, buddy,” Dream says. “It’s going to hurt a whole hell of a lot. Hopefully, when it’s over you’ll remember how much it hurts so we won’t have to end up back here again.”
The tears are back in George’s eyes in response to Dream’s words and he lets out a soft whimper. “I don’t want it.”
Dream releases his arms from around George and steps back. He cups George’s chin in his hand. “I don’t want to hear anymore, George. The sooner we start, the sooner it’ll be over.”
It’s not a very comforting thing to hear. Dream lets go of George and walks around to the side of the bed. He grabs two pillows from the top of the bed and positions them on the side.
“Come on,” he says. “Bend over and get your butt high up on these.” George swallows but does as he’s told. He knows fighting isn’t going to get him out of this.
He goes to the side of the bed and bends over, situating the pillows so they support his hips, lifting his ass into the air. He feels so vulnerable and exposed like this, but he guesses that’s the point. He lays the upper half of his body across the bed. Dream hands him another pillow and George takes it, wrapping his arms around it and hiding his face against it. He has a feeling he’s about to be making a lot of noise.
Once he’s in position, Dream taps the belt against his ass a few times.
“Tell me why you’re here,” he orders.
George takes a deep breath. “Because I said I was going to stream but then I didn’t. I came up with excuses to get out of it for three days instead of following through on my promise. I didn’t live up to the expectations I set for myself and the promises I made to others.”
“Good,” Dream says. “But what else? Why are you bent over the bed about to get your butt beat with a belt?”
The phrasing alone makes George whimper. A shudder passes through his body. He’s pretty sure Dream said it that way on purpose. His voice is somehow even smaller when his response comes out. “Because you already spanked me once in the past week for this and I did it again. We agreed that if that happened, I would get a harsher punishment.”
“Glad to see we’re on the same page,” Dream says. George does not think they are actually on the same page. He doesn’t want to be in this book right now.
“Do your best to stay in position,” Dream says. “I don’t want this to last any longer than it has to, but I will add more at the end if you try to fight it.”
George nods and whimpers again. He just wants it to be over.
“I’m going to start now,” Dream says. George realizes he’s been stalling too. Dream may be set on the punishment he’s giving George, but it doesn’t mean he’s enjoying it.
“This is going to hurt,” Dream says. “A lot. Just remember why it’s happening. Remember what you did to deserve it, and promise yourself that you’ll think twice in the future. I don’t want to be back here again in another week.”
George sniffles. The tears are returning, partially from guilt that he’s put them both in this position again and partly from fear. He hears the jingle of the belt buckle as Dream doubles the belt over in his hand, and then he hears the belt swinging through the air.
Nothing on earth could ever prepare him for the way it feels when the belt lands against his skin. It falls hard, with a loud smack, and George screams out in surprise and pain. His whole body jolts at the impact and George immediately wants to move, to get up, to crawl away. Dream’s warning is in his ears, though, so he does the best the can to stay still.
There’s no break between the first strike and the next. The blows come hard and fast, George barely having time to catch his breath between each of them. His entire universe becomes the belt and the seconds between when it lands and when it returns. All he knows is that the pain is like nothing he’s ever felt. Within a few strikes of the belt, he’s fully crying, sobbing into the pillow.
Each time the belt lands, he cries out and then sobs. His ass is a glowing mass of fire, and each blow sends a jolt of pain through his whole body. A part of him wants to beg Dream to stop, but he knows it won’t work. He doesn’t have the breath to waste anyway.
After one particularly hard hit, Dream pauses. He bends down to rub George’s back as George sobs into his pillow.
“You’re doing so good, George,” he whispers. “I know this is hard. We’re almost done.” George takes deep, ragged breaths. He doesn’t think he can take anymore. He doesn’t know if he has it in him. Nothing has ever hurt like this.
Dream continues rubbing his back. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
George manages to control his crying long enough to croak out a feeble yes.
“Good,” Dream says. His hand disappears from George’s back and George hears the jingle of the belt buckle again as Dream moves back into position. “Let’s make sure, okay?”
George doesn’t nod or agree because he can’t, but he drops his head back into the pillow and lets out a whimper. Seconds later, the belt begins falling again. It’s too hard and too fast and it hurts like nothing George has ever felt in his life. He doesn’t try to stop it. He doesn’t even move. He just collapses into the pillow and sobs, waiting for it to be over.
Dream will decide when it’s over. He knows that. He accepts that. Just like he accepts that he’s earned this.
At last the final strike falls hard against the blazing skin of his ass, and then it’s over. The impact is so hard that the bed shakes and it knocks the breath out of George. Dream drops the belt to the floor and takes a seat on the bed next to George, gently rubbing his back.
“It’s over now, okay, we’re all done,” he says soothingly. “You handled that so well, George. I know it was hard.”
George can’t stop crying. The pain is terrible, but it’s so much more than that. It’s guilt and relief. It’s atonement. He’s feeling so many things at once that he can’t separate or name any of the emotions, like every feeling he’s ever buried deep is bubbling up from under the surface.
Dream keeps rubbing his back while George cries, whispering soothing words to him. It takes a while for George to calm down. His ass hurts so badly, worse than any spanking before, and he knows he’s going to be feeling it for a while.
He pushes himself up off the bed and crawls over to Dream, who pulls him into his arms. George’s throat is raw, and his head hurts, and he’s so tired. He glances at the clock and is annoyed to find that only a few minutes have passed since he brought Dream the belt. If you had asked him, George would have said Dream had been spanking him for at least an hour.
“Lay across my lap, George,” Dream says. For a second George’s brain gets the message mixed up and he thinks Dream is going to spank him some more. He whimpers and clings tighter.
“Shh, baby, we’re done,” Dream reminds him. “I’m just going to put some lotion on you.”
That sounds nice. George manages to let go and shift positions so he’s laying across Dream’s lap again. In the back of his mind he thinks it’s funny that he ends these punishments the same way he starts them, either across Dream’s lap or bent over the sink. He laughs at the thought but doesn’t explain it to Dream.
He lays there, slowly calming himself down as Dream gently rubs the soothing lotion on his ass. He may hate every other part of his punishments, but he likes this one. Dream is so gentle, and the lotion feels good against his burning skin. He’s asleep before Dream finishes.
When he wakes a few hours later, the room is dark and he’s alone. His ass hurts, he’s thirsty, and he’s starving. He climbs out of bed and finds the shorts he discarded earlier in the night, at the beginning of his punishment. He slides those on, wincing as they pass over his ass. He has a feeling he’s going to be sore for a while.
He goes into the kitchen to drink a bottle of water and make a sandwich. Then he wanders into Dream’s office, knowing that’s where he’ll find him.
“Hey,” Dream says, pulling his headphones off and turning around when George enters the room. “I was just about to come to bed. How are you feeling?”
George gives him a look like it’s the stupidest question anyone has ever asked. “Sore,” he says.
Dream laughs softly. “Yeah, that’s… that makes sense.”
George crosses the room and climbs onto Dream’s lap, burying his head against Dream’s neck. Dream wraps his arms around him and holds him close.
“We’re burning that belt tomorrow,” George mumbles into Dream’s shoulder.
Dream laughs, a deep, full-body laugh that shakes George.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I think it has its uses. Might keep it around for a while, just in case.”
George groans at the thought. He doesn’t want to ever end up in that position again.
“Did you check twitter?” he asks, changing the subject.
“No, I’ve been focused.” Dream picks up his phone and opens the app. George’s new tweet appears at the top of the page.
Fishing stream tomorrow at 3 pm eastern!!!
Dream raises an eyebrow. “Fishing again, huh?”
George blushes. “I didn’t want to have to explain why I couldn’t stay still in my chair.”
“Are you actually going to follow through with this, though? Please do not make me spank you again.”
Just the thought is enough to send a tremor through George’s body. He’s had enough spanking today to last him a lifetime, thank you.
“I’m going to follow through,” he tells Dream. “I promise.”
Luckily for Dream, George, and George’s poor, bruised ass, he actually does.