Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Doctor's Appointment
Title: The Doctor’s Appointment
Authors: Tarabeth & Jo
Characters: Mason & Billy
Warning: Use of Suppositories
It was a week after the first paddling, and Billy was busy at work, in his garage. He heard an irritating sound, and lifted his head. He stared with frustration, at the alarm clock Mason had given him earlier that week. A reminder that when the alarm went off, he had to stop work immediately, or suffer the consequences. Mason had somehow managed to disable the 'sleep' function. There was something niggling at him. "What was it Mason had told him as they staggered out of bed this morning?" He smiled, it was no surprise he’d forgotten after the mind blowing sex they'd had in the shower.
He frowned; it was something about the doctor. That was it. "Make an appointment with the doctor." He shrugged; he could do that tomorrow. 'There was no hurry,’ he told himself.
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The alarm on Mason’s watch went off signaling it was lunchtime. Mason was unable to get the sex he and Billy had this morning off of his mind, and decided that a lunchtime quickie was called for. He texted his Brat, “Time for lunch Monkey, and I’m a very hungry man. I’ll be home in 10 minutes and I better find you naked and ready for me.”
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Billy smiled when he read the text message. He adjusted himself and headed home. He made it in 5 minutes, and stripped as soon as he hit the privacy of the kitchen. He reached into the fridge to pull out the frozen meals Mason had made the previous weekend. He put them into the microwave, and turned as he heard the front door open.
Mason entered the kitchen and pulled his naked lover to him for a kiss. "Mmm, you smell good Monkey. I wonder if you taste good too." Mason dropped to his knees and took Billy's cock into his mouth.
"Awwww," Billy arched in ecstasy, as Mason's extremely talented mouth went to work. "Good so good. God, Mason I'm not going to able to hang on," Billy gasped out.
Mason released Billy's cock from mouth and growled, "You'll hold on. Now, grab the table and bend over."
Mason stayed on his knees and moved up behind Billy. He separated his lover's cheeks and began to tease the handsome mechanic's opening with his tongue.
"Awwww," Billy gasped again, his senses were over loading. His hands scrambled for the edge of the table, it took all his willpower to keep from cuming too soon. He keened in need. "Please Mace. Want you in me," he begged.
"Later," Mason said, "right now, I'm having fun--and no touching your self."
Mason returned his mouth to his Brat's opening. He had only rimmed Billy a couple of times before, but each time he had made his Brat cum quickly. He loved that he could pleasure and excite Billy to that extent.
Mason's tongue ran circles around Billy's anus and dipped lightly in and out until Billy began to thrust from the force of his orgasm.
Mason turned Billy around to face him and gently began to clean him with a soft kitchen towel, but he again teased his Brat as he licked the last few drops of cum from the end of Billy's penis.
Mason then stood and drew Billy into a kiss.
"Hey, baby why don't you go hop in the shower. I'll finish cleaning this up and then come join you. We can eat lunch after we're showered."
"And I can take care of you in the shower," Billy replied, dancing out of range, his eyes sparkling. "You know I could get fond of hour long lunches," his voice floated back, as he headed towards the shower.
Mason's heart melted at the twinkle of sexuality, happiness, and health in Billy's eyes. It had only been a week, but regular sleep, balanced meals, and shorter hours seemed to be working their wonders on his Brat.
He finished cleaning up the kitchen, and made his way to the bathroom, shedding his uniform in their bedroom.
The big fireman than climbed into the shower and wrapped his arms around Billy's back and shoulders, making sure that Billy could feel his raging erection. Mason nibbled on Billy's ear before he whispered, "Still want me inside of you?"
Billy shuffled his feet to give Mason better access. "What do you think?" he asked, handing a bottle of lube to his lover. He moaned a minute later, at the sweet intrusion as Mason's cock slowly entered him. He braced himself against the shower wall and responded to Mason's thrusts, his voice rising to a wail as he got close to erupting. If he came first, it was by a bare millisecond, as he felt Mason shudder to completion.
"Oh God," Billy whispered. "Twice in 10 minutes is a record even for me." He grinned up at his lover, lathering up the soap. "Now we both need a shower," he said, and began to run his soapy hands all over Mason. He paid particular attention to his lover's balls and cock.
Mason enjoyed the attention Billy was giving him. He wished after the shower that they could both crawl into bed and spend the rest of the day making love, but they both had to get back to work. So, Mason ushered them through the rest of their shower, turned off the water, and told Billy they needed to get a move on, so they would still have time to eat before they had to return to their respective jobs. The two men quickly dried off, got dressed and went down to the kitchen.
While they stood around the kitchen counter eating, Mason asked, "Hey, Monkey, when is your doctor's appointment, I want to put it on the calendar?"
Billy suddenly became absorbed in his lunch. "I think I've managed to find that part for my truck," he said, brightly. Misdirection didn't often work with Mason, but Billy was willing to give it a try.
"William," Mason growled, "Do not change the subject. We’ve had a very nice lunch hour, and I don't think you want to go back to the garage with sore bottom. I'm not going to be upset if you haven't made the appointment yet; you can make it this afternoon, or I can make it for you. But. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me. Got it?"
"I'll make it this afternoon," Billy hurriedly said. The full name was not a good sign. "Promise," he smiled at Mason. "I wouldn't lie to you," he said, having had a few lessons that clearly demonstrated Mason's consequences for lies. Billy kissed Mason, hard, "Gotta go," he said, laughing at his lover's slightly glazed over eyes.
He rang the doctor's as soon as he got to the garage, and discovered they didn't have any evening or weekend appointments. "That sucks," he growled down the phone, and hung up. He couldn't take time off work, to go to the doctor's when he wasn't even sick. Surely Mason would understand that. Billy chewed his lower lip, shrugged and started to work on the cars, without resetting the alarm clock.
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Mason’s eyes were still slightly glazed over when he entered the firehouse whistling.
Craig looked up at Mason and asked, “Enjoy your lunch?”
Mason couldn’t help a little blush. “Yes it was nice,” he replied.
All of a sudden a look of understanding came over Craig. “Oh, my God. You went home for a nooner!” Craig announced.
Mason grinned and blushed a little more. “That Lt. Pike is none of your business.”
Craig let out a belly laugh. “You so got laid.”
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Mason was out on a call when he realized it was past 6:00 p.m., and he hadn't received a text from Billy stating he was home and had started on dinner. Mason wasn't that worried; he just figured maybe his Brat had forgotten to send the text. Billy had been doing really well this week getting home on time.
As he was currently in the back of the ambulance monitoring his patient's vital signs, and wasn't able to contact Billy to check-on him; he asked Craig if he had happened to notice whether or not Billy's garage was open when they had passed it.
Mason let out a sad sigh when Craig informed him that, “Yes, the garage was indeed open.”
Billy jumped when he heard the phone ring. As he picked it up, he casually looked at the time, "Oh Fuck," was the first thing he said, into the phone.
As soon as Mason had handed his patient over to the team at the small hospital, he called his Brat. "Hi Monkey," Mason said sadly when Billy answered the phone. "I want you to close up the garage, go home and eat some dinner, and then find a corner and wait for me. I should be home in about 45 minutes."
He listened to Mason's orders over the phone. "Yes, sir," he said, in a quiet voice. "Mace, it was a mistake, honest. I didn't mean to break the rules," his voice broke, suddenly.
He followed Mason's orders to the letter, managed to choke down a ham and salad sandwich for dinner and set up one of the frozen meals for Mason. He then found "his" corner, and had been standing there for about 2 minutes when he heard the door open. He kicked the plaster; he hated standing in corners.
"Come here Baby," Mason said as he looked at his unhappy Brat. Mason held his arms open as Billy quickly fled the corner into his arms.
Mason sat down on the sofa, and pulled Billy onto his lap; he continued to embrace his sad mechanic, and began to rub light circles on his back. "What happened, Babe? How come you were so late?"
"I rang the doctor's, and got mad, and forgot to re-set the alarm," Billy said. "It wasn't until you rang, that I looked up at the clock." He leaned into Mason's chest. "I'm sorry."
"I know, Monkey." Mason continued to rub soothing circles on Billy's back. "Got mad?" he asked. "What made you mad when you called the doctor?"
"They don't have late night or weekend appointments," Billy complained. "Don't they know some people have to work for a living?" He snuggled into Mason, feeling safe.
Mason smiled, as he continued to cuddle his Brat. "Yep, Baby, a lot of doctor's offices don't have evening or weekend appointments. But, timing shouldn't be a problem for you anymore. I figure you worked two hours of overtime. Seeing as I charge time and half for overtime, I figure you owe me three work hours, which should be plenty of time for you to get a physical. I'll call in the morning and get booked in for the first available."
Billy sat straight up, "That's not fair," he pouted. "I don't charge overtime. I can't just take three hours off." He wilted under the look Mason gave him, "Okay, okay you're the boss," he grumbled.
Mason kissed the pouty face. "So, my sweet William, unless your overtime is approved, I am going to take it back at time in half. Now, if forgetting to set the alarm becomes a problem, it will become a spankable offense, and if unapproved overtime becomes a problem, it will also earn you a spanking and will be owed back to me at double time."
"Have I told you I hate it when you call me Sweet William? I'm not a bloody flower," he pouted. He hated it, when Mason felt the need to increase the rules; he always felt he'd let his Top down.
"Okay, Love, no more flower names."
Mason gently placed a hand on Billy's neck and head, ushering his Brat's head to rest on his shoulder. He then began planting light kisses on the top of Billy's head. "I love you, Billy Fleming, more than I have ever loved anything or anyone else. You are smart, handsome, humorous, an amazing mechanic, a fantastic lover, fun, silly, playful, and sexy as fuck! Now all that said, please know that nothing you say or do is going to change how I feel about you." Mason paused and took a deep breath. "How are you feeling about our relationship, and specifically how are you feeling about the discipline aspects of our relationship?"
"Well I don't like getting spanked," Billy replied, laughing. "It hurts." He smiled. "Having said that it makes me feel safe. I know I've got bad habits, and overwork. It's comforting to know you're there to rein me in, and enforce consequences. After you spank me, I feel forgiven." he rubbed his head. "This is hard to put into words," he complained. "It just feels right. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense, Baby," Mason said, hugging his Brat a little tighter. "Will you promise to tell me if it ever stops feeling right?"
"Yes," Billy replied.
"Come sit with me while I eat dinner," Mason said. "I think there is still some peach cobbler in the fridge if you want something sweet."
The two man sat and chatted about their days, Mason filled Billy in about his paramedic call. Billy told Mason of the classic GTO that came into the shop.
When Mason finished eating, he cleared the table and the two men washed the dishes and put the kitchen back in order. As Mason was putting away the last dishes he turned and asked, "Monkey you didn't tell me which doctor you wanted to see. So Dr. Miller is in his late 60's. I don't think he will ever retire." Mason smiled, "That man will still be seeing patients when he is 102. He is very nice, a good doctor always wears a bow tie, is just a good old-fashioned small town doctor.
Dr. Carter, she's my doctor, is in her late 30's a big Amazonian Dyke. She is very bright, kind and gentle. But, I don't know how you would,feel about seeing a woman. What do you think Monkey? Do you have a preference?"
Billy shrugged "Dr Carter, I guess," he said "If she's okay with you, it'll be fine with me. It's not as though she'll get off, on poking and prodding me," he grumbled.
Mason pulled Billy close for a hug.
Billy started to nibble Mason's neck, and his hands started to unbutton his lover's shirt. "I've eaten," he teased, "Now I need to exercise."
"Well if you NEED to, I really can't say, 'no,' can I?"
Mason unbuttoned Billy's pants, and slid his hand inside. He took hold of Billy's quickly hardening cock and began to gently stroke it.
Billy arched into Mason's hands. His hands trembled as he finished unbuttoning Mason's shirt. He started running his fingernails up and down Mason's back. He leant in and whispered in Mason's ear. “Did you know my most favourite exercise position is 69?" He smiled wickedly as he began to unbutton Mason's trousers.
Mason grunted as his erection was released from the constriction of his pants. Mason stood and let his pants drop to the floor. He swung his partner over his shoulder, stepped out of his pants, and carried Billy into the bedroom and threw him down on the bed.
"So, do you wanna be the six or the nine?" Mason teased.
"Six," Billy said, and suited the action to the word. He gently pulled Mason's cock into his mouth, and went to work on it. He knew Mason's likes and dislikes which, with his own natural inventiveness, were brought into play.
Mason closed his eyes and arched his back, thrusting into the warm, velvety, wet wonder that was Billy's mouth. Mason enjoyed the attention he was getting before his brain reminded him that he too was supposed to be performing.
Mason opened his eyes and locked them onto Billy's cock. He then wrapped one arm under his Brat's legs, raising Billy's knees. He cupped one of Billy's butt cheeks and engulfed his Brat's penis with his mouth. The fire captain than began to swirl his tongue around the head of Billy's cock, stopping occasionally to run his tongue over the opening.
'Lube, I need lube,' Mason's mind screamed. Mason scooted he and Billy closer to the edge of the bed, and reached a hand into the drawer of the bedside table and removed a tube. Flipping the lid open, Mason squeezed a few drops into the palm of his hand and then smoothed it over his fingers. Once he was lubricated, Mason began to trace circles around Billy's anus with his index finger, eventually dipping one and then two fingers past the entrance.
Billy moaned around Mason's cock as he felt Mason's fingers penetrate him. He knew he was very close to the edge, so he began to slowly swirl his tongue around the head of Mason's cock, alternating with taking as much as he could of Mason’s cock without gagging. He opened his throat and took everything that Mason gave him.
Mason smiled around Billy's cock as he heard his Brat moan at the intrusion. He then began to massage Billy's sweet spot as he continued to stimulate the Brat's cock with his mouth and tongue. It didn't take long for Billy to cum; Mason swallowed as he did, and then found himself ejaculating shortly there after.
"Oh wow," Billy said, as soon as he recovered his breath. "Do you know how much I love you? That was mind-blowing.” He said, snuggling into Mason's chest and before he fell asleep.
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Billy didn't wake up again until the alarm went off, as usual at 6.30am. He rolled out of bed, and after relieving himself in the bathroom, headed to the kitchen. As usual he retrieved his jeans, white t-shirt and mechanic overalls from the laundry, and put them on. He started the coffee and took out the muesli, Mason insisted he eat, on weekday mornings. He wrinkled his nose although he admitted, if only to himself, that he quite liked it. He smiled as he set up two bowls and two cups of coffee and padded upstairs.
"Wake up, sleepy head," he said, cheerfully. "I've got to get to work. Will you ring me, when you've made the appointment, with the doctor?"
"Of course I will, Baby." Mason said sitting up and pulling Billy onto his lap for a kiss. "I'll meet you in the park at just after noon for lunch. Do you want anything special?"
Billy smiled, sweetly "Chocolate cake," he said. "You're the one who wants to fatten me up," he laughed. They ate together in comfortable silence and Billy got up and headed to the garage. He set the alarm clock for noon, and started to work.
Nothing went right that morning; he kept getting interrupted while working on a particularly difficult car problem. He just couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, and every time he thought he had it sorted, something else cropped up for him to deal with. By the time the alarm went off at noon, he was beyond frustrated. "Fuck it," he said throwing a wrench at the annoying sound, "I don't have time for fucking lunch." To be on the safe side, he quickly texted Mason, to inform him that lunch was off.
Mason walked through the large garage door at a little after 12:00 with Billy's lunch.
He had struggled to get through to the doctor's office all morning, so finally just walked the few blocks to the office to make Billy's appointment. Dr. Carter's office had just received a cancellation for the following morning and would be able to fit Billy in, but they wanted him to come by this afternoon to have blood drawn and give a urine specimen. They'd also give him all the new patient forms to fill out and bring with him in the morning. Mason was not looking forward to informing his Brat that he would need to leave the garage for an impromptu doctor's visit this afternoon.
After leaving the doctor's office, Mason walked over to the Maple Grill and picked up two tuna sandwiches, two small salads, two fruit cups, two iced teas, and a slice of chocolate cake with a large milk for Billy.
"Hey Babe," Mason called out. "I brought the food to you. I also finally got your doctor's appointment made. They've had a cancellation tomorrow morning at 8:30, you should be able to be back her by 10:00 am."
Mason watched as Billy rose up from the hood of the car he was working on with a look of frustration and anger. Mason knew he wasn't playing fair when he said, "I have chocolate cake."
"Did you not get my message," Billy snarled. "I don't have time for lunch." His eyes had flickered slightly, when Mason said the words, "chocolate cake."
"I may have time for a coffee and the cake," he admitted. "But after that I have a jam packed afternoon ahead of me. In fact, I was going to ask you if I could have an extra hour here to get the work done."
He scowled "I think it's only fair, as you insist I take time off, to go to the fucking doctor." Billy was still not happy about the upcoming doctor's visit.
Mason walked over to Billy, and engulfed him in a warm hug. "I love you, Monkey," Mason said.
Billy squirmed and argued, and Mason continued his embrace. "I love you--only focus on that," Mason whispered into Billy's ear.
"I love you," he continued to repeat until he felt Billy begin to relax and eventually heard his Brat's whisper of, "I love you too."
Mason continued to hold Billy. "Okay, I have the rest of the day off and am here at your disposal. I’ll be the shop slave." Mason felt Billy relax a bit more at this comment.
"Now I have a couple of questions for you," Mason said. "I will only accept a yes, no, a nod or a head shake of your head."
"Will your business fail if you eat lunch today?" Mason asked.
Billy began to argue, and Mason placed his hand on his Brat's bottom as a reminder of who was in charge. "Yes or no," Mason said.
Billy shook his head.
"Good. Will you explode or have any other type of spontaneous combustion or death if you eat lunch today?"
Billy gave Mason an exasperated look, and Mason gave a little squeeze to Billy's butt to instruct his Brat to answer.
Billy shook his head.
"Will the world collapse or implode if you take a break for lunch today?" Mason asked.
Billy shook his head.
"Thank God," Mason said with an err of relief. "Will your dick fall off if you eat lunch today?"
Billy raised his eyebrows at his Top, but also gave a bit of a smile and shook his head.
"Halleluiah!" Mason exclaimed. "Will my dick fall off if you eat lunch?"
Billy tried to hold back a laugh and again shook his head.
"Fabulous. I think we are safe to sit down and eat lunch then," Mason said as he simultaneously applied a kiss to his Brat's lips and a swat to his Brat's bum.
"You're impossible," Billy said, laughing.
“It’s my super power,” Mason said. He raised his hands over his head and struck a body builder’s pose. “I’m Mr. Impossible.”
Continuing to laugh, Billy said, "Okay I'll behave; I'll eat lunch. If you can watch the forecourt, serve anyone who wants petrol and answer the phone, I should be able to get these cars done." He twinkled at Mason. "You did say shop slave? Does that mean I get to have my wicked way with you later?" He bit into his tuna sandwich and realized how hungry he was as he polished it off, quickly.
Mason laughed at Billy’s suggestion. “Hmmm, your sex slave?” Mason pretended to give the question some serious thought, before he replied, “Nope.” He then applied a soft kiss to Billy’s nose. “But, if you behave yourself, I may have my wicked way with you later.”
Mason was happy to see Billy devour his sandwich, and was happy that it only took a small amount of coaxing and one threat of spending the rest of the day with a sore bottom to convince his Brat to eat the salad and fruit.
As they ate, Mason informed his partner that they would need to close the shop at 4:00 to go by the doctor’s office for his pre-physical tests. Mason stopped the argument when he promised Billy he could come back to the shop and finish his last hour of the day after the doctor’s visit.
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That evening Mason and Billy reviewed the patient history forms, and Mason went over with Billy what he could expect during the exam. Billy was okay with most of it; he figured he would be fine with the taking of his vital signs; the height, weight and eye exams; and probably the other non-invasive portions of the exam. But he was not very happy at the mention of the genital exam, anal pap, or the strong possibility of receiving a Tetanus-diphtheria booster—especially when Mason informed him that because of his current state of underweight--the shot would most likely be injected into his hip.
Mason ensured that he spent the evening in close proximity to his Brat. Providing lots of love, reassurances, and cuddles.
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When the alarm went off the next morning, and Billy declared he had changed his mind about attending his doctor’s appointment, Mason quickly swept down his Brat’s boxers and delivered three firm swats to Billy’s bare bottom. “Now my sweet Brat,” Mason said, “you will be
attending your appointment if I have to swing you over my shoulder and carry you there. But let me assure you that if that happens, you will have a very pink bottom for your first visit with Dr. Carter.” Mason than proceeded to explain to Billy exactly what behaviour was expected
of his Brat during his visit.
Just as with the previous evening, Mason kept Billy close to him over the course of the morning. Mason held Billy’s hand during the ride to the Doctor’s office, and he was thankful that Billy was called back to the exam room almost immediately upon their arrival.
Mason then proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes absent-mindedly turning the pages of a Highlights magazine hoping that Billy was coping alright.
Inside the exam room, Billy fidgeted, squirmed and answered the doctor's questions either non-verbally, or with as few syllables, as possible. He was not happy about visiting the doctor, and he didn't really care if she knew all about it. His height and weight were taken, and the doctor advised him, that at 120 pounds, he was under weight, and needed to put on at least 15 pounds. Billy grunted in response to this revelation. His eyesight was tested and Dr. Carter pronounced he had almost 20/20 vision. Billy made no comment to this.
Billy knew he was being difficult, but just at this moment he didn't really care. He'd forgotten that Mason was in the waiting room. It was then Dr. Carter asked Billy to disrobe, so she could do the physical exam. "Fuck, no," Billy yelled. "I ain't going to put up with you feeling me up. I'm sick of all this. I'm bloody leaving." He was not aware that his tantrum could be heard clearly in the waiting room. The exam room door opened and Billy twirled around and gulped. "Hi Mason," he said weakly. "I thought you'd left."
“Nope,” Mason said as he pulled Billy into a hug. He began to whisper so only Billy could hear. “I know this sucks, Monkey. If I could let you skip it I would, but this is very important. I need you to be my strong brave partner for the next twenty to thirty minutes. Then it’ll be all over. I bet you could even get a lollypop after your shot.” Mason had thought his attempt at humour might calm his Brat, but instead he got an angry look and angrier response. “I’m not a fucking baby, Mason!”
Mason’s voice turned firm. “No, Billy you’re not. You are my love, and as my partner it is your responsibility to our relationship to have a yearly physical.”
Mason still didn’t feel like he was getting through to Billy, so he decided to go for a bit of adult humour, turning to Billy, his whisper was gruff and sexual. “If you behave yourself for the rest of your exam, I’ll suck your lollypop later.”
Finally, Mason noticed his Brat smile and relax. “Do you want me to come in with you for the rest of the exam?”
"Yes," Billy whispered, for Mason's ears only. "Stay with me." He looked at Dr. Carter, "Is it okay for Mace to stay with me?" he asked. He blushed "I'd also like to say, I'm sorry for swearing at you. I just think this is a waste of time." He shot a glance at Mason, "But if an annual physical is what my partner wants, then I guess I can take it."
The rest of the examination went smoothly. Billy was given a clean bill of health, and reminded he needed to put some weight on, and to make sure he ate balanced meals. The injection site hurt, and he demanded the lollypop that the doctor usually reserved for kids, shooting Mason a look that clearly said he intended to take up his partner’s other offer, later. They stepped out into the sunshine. "Lover, as much as I'd love to hang out with you, I have to get back
to work," Billy sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't sleep much last night," he said. "Too worried."
It was just a little after nine, so Billy would be able to get in almost a full day at the garage. Mason really just wanted to take his Brat home and put him to bed, and he was pretty sure that if really pressed--it was probably also what Billy wanted. But Mason also knew this was not a good time to press his Brat. Poor Billy had been pressed and poked enough this morning.
Mason pulled Billy in for a hug, and gently ran his hand over Billy’s hip where he had received the tetanus shot. “That’s going to hurt for a couple of days honey, you may want to sit on an ice pack if you’ve got much sitting to do today.” Kissing Billy’s nose and then his lips, he said, “I love you, Baby. I’ll see you at the garage at noon for lunch. I don’t want any text messages today.”
Mason arrived at the garage a little before twelve. Billy looked flushed and exhausted. Before even a kiss or hug, Mason rested his hand on Billy’s forehead, feeling for a fever. He led Billy over to the small table where they normally ate lunch and sat him down, with a light kiss to the top of head. “I brought lasagna and garlic bread, go ahead and get started; I’ll be right back.”
Mason returned a couple of minutes later with the large first aid kit from his truck. He was already shaking down the thermometer. Mason sat down next to Billy. “Open your mouth, Honey,” Mason instructed.
Billy gave Mason a dirty look and shook his head.
Mason smiled and shook his head back at his Brat. “Oh, my little Monkey, I don’t think you want to do that. I have always been a firm believer that Brats should have their temperatures taken rectally, as a firm reminder of who is in charge and of who is committed to getting
them better. So, I’ll just tell you that if you shake me off again, I’m just going to get other thermometer and take you over me knee. I much prefer doing it that way, so if that’s the way you want to go, I’ll have no problem.”
"Kinky," Billy said, shooting Mason a venomous look, as he obediently opened his mouth. He didn't feel well, but he was going to be damned if he let Mason know it. He refused to look Mason in the face and played with the lasagna.
“Did you ever doubt my kinkiness, Monkey?” Mason smiled, but got no response from Billy.
The thermometer beeped and Mason removed it from Billy’s mouth. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he read, “100.6,” to Billy. “Okay Babe, you stay here while I close up the shop.”
When Billy began to protest, Mason’s voice turned very stern, and he placed his index finger against Billy’s lips. “There will be no arguing Billy. You are going home and going to bed. Any argument will be viewed as direct disobedience, and I will take down your pants and spank you right here before I take you home and put you to bed.
I’ll bring home your invoices and call your customers and will also make myself available to come down and open the shop for anyone whose car is ready to be picked up. Keys please,” Mason said holding out his hand.
His heart sank as he noticed a tear rolling down Billy’s cheek. Mason
sat down and scooped his Brat onto his lap.
"I can't close the garage," Billy said, "I'm not sick. I can't be sick. It's all your fault you're the one who wanted me to go to the
doctor." Billy was in a full-blown tantrum, and as usual his mouth ran away with him. "I'm not giving you the keys." The tears were more frustration than anything. He twisted off Mason's lap and stood in front of him, glaring. Their eyes met briefly and Billy dropped his eyes first. ‘Shit,’ he thought to himself, ‘Why did I do and say that?’
Well, Mason thought Billy had been asking for this spanking for the last couple of days. So, they might as well get it over with now.
Mason stood up and walked over to the garage door; he pulled it closed and then walked to the office door, flipped the sign over to closed, and turned the dead bolt lock. Mason then turned to his Brat, and snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. “Come here now Billy.”
Billy's head snapped up. He knew that tone of voice, and he knew that snap of the fingers. He moved over reluctantly to where Mason indicated. "Mason, there's no need to over-react," Billy pleaded. "I'm sick, remember."
He knew he'd finally pushed Mason too far, and as usual was regretting every event that had led to this conclusion. He never, ever, second-guessed the DP arrangement he and Mason had. It made him feel safe, secure, loved and above all set boundaries to help him with life. He valued his relationship above all else, but hated getting spanked. He heard Mason's dry voice in his head, ‘that's why it's called punishment, Monkey.’
“Don’t worry, Baby,” Mason said sill using his firm tone of voice, “I’m not over reacting, I believe this is the perfect reaction, and
the one that you jumped right into.” Mason withdrew the shop keys from Billy’s pocket, and began to unzip Billy’s coveralls. He slipped them over Billy’s shoulders, and pulled them down so they pooled around his legs. Mason then sat down and unbuttoned and unzipped Billy’s jeans. The jeans along with his Brat’s boxer shorts were quickly pulled down, joining the coveralls. Mason draped Billy across his lap, and anchored him there by placing his arm around Billy’s waist and holding him close. Mason ran the palm of his other hand over Billy’s bare bottom, and noticed that his left butt cheek was a bit swollen. The fire captain decided that this was going to have to be a one cheek spanking, and raised his hand landing it firmly on the sit spot of Billy’s right cheek. His Brat’s tears and cries started quickly, but Mason kept up his sturdy pace of focusing all of his attention to that one cheek, ensuring it was an unhappy shade of pink before he finished.
After the last swat, Mason gently soothed the chastised bottom with a few gentle rubs; he felt his Brat begin to adjust so he could begin his post spanking comforting. “I’m finished spanking Baby, but I’m not quite finished back here,” Mason said.
Billy turned his head and watched as Mason withdrew a packet of KY and a small box from his first aid kit.
“Mace?” Billy said, as he looked at his partner with wide eyes. Mason had been as thorough as he always was. Half of his butt felt on fire, and the half just ached. He couldn't quite believe that when the spanking was over, Mason had pulled out the KY. Sex was the last thing he was interested in at that moment.
Mason knew his partner would most likely quickly fall asleep in his arms, given his fever, lack of sleep, and the emotional release of the spanking. He also knew that given the fever, lack of sleep, and tattered emotions, he was still likely to get a fight when he tried to get Billy to take some Tylenol. Given all of that, Mason decided it would be much easier, given Billy’s present position to gently slip a couple of acetaminophen suppositories into his Brat’s bottom.
Mason popped the suppositories out of their foil packets, ripped open the lube packet with his teeth, and coated his finger with the slippery substance. “Shhh, Monkey,” Mason soothed. “I’m just going to give you some medicine to help bring down your fever. I’ll be quick and gentle.” Mason was true to his word; he parted Billy’s cheeks and carefully slipped the medicine inside Billy’s rectum.
Billy stiffened in outrage, when Mason inserted the suppositories. Then he felt himself pulled into a hug, and soothing circles on his back as his tears drenched the front of Mason’s shirt.
“It’s okay, love. I’m all finished. I love you. Shhhh. You should start feeling better soon,” Mason cooed to his partner.
Billy relaxed, as he let Mason sooth him. He looked up at his Top, "You are kinky," he said, hiccuping slightly. "You seem obsessed with my butt."
He snuggled deeper, "I guess I did kind of ask for that spanking," he said, and his fever flushed cheeks, pinkened a little more. "I don't feel too good," he admitted. "Take me home, please." Billy closed his eyes, and fell asleep in his lover's arms.
Mason stood Billy up, a difficult task when you have a Brat who when exhausted can become the soundest of sleepers. Holding on to Billy with one arm, Mason first pulled up Billy’s boxers, which elicited a little whimper and hiccuped breath from the young mechanic. Mason then brought up Billy’s jeans and coveralls, he fastened the jeans and zipped the coverall up just to the waist, before he picked up Billy and carried him to his truck. After depositing Billy into the passenger seat, Mason went back and picked up their lunch, the invoices for all the cars in the shop, his first aid kit and then locked up the garage.
When they got home, Mason carried Billy into the house, removed Billy’s shoes, coveralls and jeans and tucked his sleeping partner into bed. Mason went downstairs and called Craig, asking his partner to call in one of the reservist firefighters for the next couple of days while he attended to his sick partner. He then called Billy’s customers, arranging pick-up times for the cars that were ready, and apologizing to those whose service was delayed. Mason than took a container of chicken soup from the freezer so it could begin to defrost, and ate a bit of the lasagna before he joined Billy in bed.
Mason felt Billy stir as he climbed into bed. “Come here my sick little Brat,” Mason instructed. Billy scooted over and rested his head on Mason’s chest. Mason gently stroked the sweaty hair off of Billy’s forehead and planted light kisses on his Billy’s head. “You’ll feel better soon. I promise.”
Mason lay awake listening to Billy’s soft snores for quite awhile before he once again kissed his sleeping Brat. “I love you Billy Fleming, but we need to seriously work on your temper tantrums,” Mason softly whispered before he joined Billy in sleep.
Copyright Tarabeth and Jo 2008