Chandi stepped out
of the shower, dried off and then wiped the steam from the full-length mirror
behind the door. He turned slowly to see different angles of his body. He felt
his uniform had been a little tight of late and had been dieting. Actually, he
had eaten so much rabbit food over the past fortnight it was a wonder his nose
didn’t twitch whenever it smelled a carrot or detected a head of lettuce
lurking about.
‘I’m doing it. I’m
managing to lose a tiny bit of the excess weight I’ve worried about since
getting that notice,’ he thought; the enthusiastic nod of his head sending
droplets of water about the en suite. “Bring on my yearly physical; I’ll be
ready for it!” he exclaimed to his reflection before joyfully laughing. “I just
have to keep what I’ve been doing from Eric for one more week. He already
thinks I’m too slim.”
He carried on the
one-sided conversation while slipping on clean underwear and getting into some
comfortable sweats. Then he headed down the stairs, his stomach growling in
anticipation of being fed.
In order to
prevent Eric from asking questions, Chandi had deliberately neglected to tell
his partner about the upcoming medical appointment even though his partner
probably knew from past years.
Sitting down at
the kitchen table, Chandi glanced at the heaping plate of Shepherd’s pie in
front of him. “Ah, I’m really not very hungry, Eric. This looks good and all
but I just can’t eat it. I think I’ll opt out for a Boost and let it go at
that.”
Eric
watched as Chandi went to the refrigerator to get the supplemental drink. He
thought his boy looked thinner than usual.
He
reached out and took the bottle from Chandi when he sat down. “You need to
think again. I want to sit here and have a meal with my loved one. Not me
eating mine while you drink yours.”
Eric
was considerate of his partner’s work hours, and understood when he couldn’t
always come home to eat dinner. But when they could have a meal together, Eric
felt it was an important part of staying connected as a couple, to eat together
and talk to each other.
Chandi
realized his partner’s expectations were reasonable and he immediately began
putting food on his plate. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’ll eat as much as possible.” He
smiled somewhat shamefacedly and added, “This smells good and the broccoli
salad looks delicious.”
“Well,
dig in and tell me about your day.” Eric watched in relief as the other man
started to eat. “How are things going down at the precinct?”
“Slow
at the moment, thank goodness,” Chandi answered after swallowing. “I actually
had time to work on that mountain of paperwork I’ve been neglecting of late.”
He pushed the potatoes aside and took another small forkful of salad that
didn’t quite reach his mouth before he inquired after Eric’s day. “Have you
made much headway on the new project? How’s the apprentice you hired working
out?”
“Hiring
Nora was a wise choice, I think. She’s prompt and very detailed conscious;
which is a wonderful trait as we work on these choir benches. The moldings on
the side are very intricate, but with the years of age and grime, they need a
lot of work to really make them shine. Are you going to play with your food or
eat it?” Eric asked abruptly. His eagle eye caught the flush of guilt on the
younger man’s face. He felt that Chandi was on edge and knew the best way to
deal with that was to tighten the reins a bit. “Or do you want me to feed you
myself?”
Chandi
looked up in disbelief. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. I’m fully capable of
feeding myself, although I do thank you for the offer.” He
grinned at the audacity of the other man. “It’s nice to know that Nora is
working out so well. Guess it’s too soon to know if the contract will be
expanded to include all the pews, right?”
Eric
saw the astonishment in Chandi’s eyes and found he was a bit surprised himself.
He’d never fed his partner before, but watching him play with his food had
started to bother him more than he’d admit. Chandi was getting thinner. It
wasn’t his imagination, and Eric wanted to keep his love safe. “Yes, it’s too
early. But there’s already been talk between the church Elders about the
quality of our work and mumblings of other projects that need to be done.”
Eric
breathed a sigh of pleasure when noticing that while he talked Chandi had
absently eaten several bites of the salad. Eric’s worry over the other man’s
lack of appetite and his weight loss suddenly had him remembering the police
precinct had mandatory yearly physicals.
“Chandi,
isn’t your physical coming up soon?” he inquired.
“Yes,
it’s next week. I’m ready for it though. I’m in great shape.” Chandi laughed
and smacked his chest with the flat of his hand before pushing back his almost
empty plate; only some mashed potatoes remained untouched. “Care to join me for
a run, lover-boy? This new job of yours provides your upper body with a
workout, but you could still benefit from some cardio and leg work. Besides, it
would give us more time together.” He stood up next to his chair and waited
hopefully.
Eric’s
first instinct was to encourage Chandi to eat more than the few forkfuls he’d
eaten. But with the physical coming up, he decided to let it go. “I’d love to
spend more time with you, and show you my leg work and cardio are just fine.
Let me change into my running shorts.”
Eric
quickly ran up to their bedroom and changed into the appropriate attire. Coming
down the stairs two at a time, he met up with Chandi on the front porch.
“Stay
close, and let’s not go too far. I’m still getting my bearings around the less
known parts of Jade Heights,” Eric instructed as they set off in a steady jog.
“You’d
have learned your way around by now if you walked more instead of driving,”
Chandi reminded his partner for the umpteenth time.
They
stayed side by side for about twenty minutes, until Chandi picked up on Eric
sounding slightly winded. Turning and running backwards, he taunted the older
man. “Legs are fine, huh? Humph, race ya home.” With the challenged issued, he
turned on his heel and took off down a side street, leaving Eric to follow the
straight-way. He knew Eric would have no trouble finding his way from here.
Chandi
knew the town like the back of his hand and took advantage of his knowledge by
utilizing various shortcuts. He raced down alleys and jumped a couple of
fences, arriving at his destination well ahead of his other half.
Despite
the burn in his legs and lungs, Eric quickened his pace to try and keep up with
his running mate. He shook his head and laughed breathlessly at the thought
that he’d been so concerned with Chandi’s health, and here his boy could run
circles around him. Too soon, Chandi was out of sight. Eric continued to jog
home, using the route they’d come. He was sure he’d spot his partner at some
point, but when he found himself huffing before their front door, he hadn’t yet
caught up with him.
Eric
hadn’t noticed the door wasn’t completely latched and when he grabbed the brass
handle, the door swung open on its’ own momentum.
“Chandi?”
he called out. The crime rate here wasn’t high, but Eric still used common
sense. He knew they’d tightly closed and secured the entrance to their home when
they’d left. A rustling and a giggle that Eric recognized had him shutting and
locking the door. He took the stairs one at a time and stopped in the bedroom
doorway. The spectacle of his lover lying bare on their bed, took the rest of
his breath away.
Shaking
himself out of the trance the delicious sight put him in; Eric took a breath
and slowly stalked into the room. Shutting the door firmly behind him, he
growled, “And someone’s lying in my bed!”
Eric
felt himself harden as he watched Chandi’s suggestive actions. So his boy
wanted to play, did he? “No, I’m the Top-bear; your Top-bear,” he responded as he shed his shorts, t-shirt and underwear.
He bit back his smile as he heard Chandi groan at his Top-bear comment. “And
your Top-bear is most displeased at having had to jog home alone.”
Chandi’s
face lit up and his heart-rate increased as his lover’s gorgeous body was
uncovered one article of clothing at a time. It caused his erection to stand
proudly at attention.
With
his declaration of feigned displeasure spoken, Eric went to the bed and rolled
his boy over before Chandi even knew what he was doing. Straddling his partner,
Eric had him trapped beneath his legs, with the perfect target in view.
Slapping a hand down noisily but not painfully, Eric used a mock stern voice,
“Where did you go? You don’t run off and leave your Top-bear to jog home alone.
We were spending time together, remember?” Eric rained down smacks with each
statement and question. As he thought of the unlocked door and his beautiful
boy lying up here in the nude, Eric put a bit more force in the next ten or so
spanks. “And don’t leave the door unlocked while you are upstairs naked!”
Chandi
squirmed and hollered out yelps of contrived pain mixed with laughter. He
lifted his butt to give his lover better access. As soon as the playful reprimand
ended, he flipped over and pulled Eric down into his arms, kissing him soundly.
“Sorry
about the door,” he murmured, coming up for air. “No fear, man. We’re gonna be
spending some quality time together before the evening is over.” His hand
encircle Eric’s pulsating member and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Lube’s on
the night stand, Top-bear.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The
weekend passed without anything terribly problematic going on aside from
Chandi’s reservations about his upcoming physical. He managed to eat as little
as possible, run daily and even got in a couple of trips to the gym.
Due
to other commitments, Eric working a bit longer and harder than usual
interfered somewhat with their renewed pledge to increase their couple time.
Chandi put the days to good use by cleaning the house, something he always
found relaxing.
Monday
finally arrived, a day Chandi faced with some reluctance. ‘Hmm, not too bad,’
he mused, examining his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘No pudginess in
sight.’
Fifteen
minutes later, he entered the kitchen in his perfectly pressed uniform with
buttons and badge gleaming and shoes spit-polished.
Eric let out a
loud wolf-whistle and exclaimed, “Wow, looking sharp, Officer Barrett.” He felt
enormously proud that this gorgeous man consented to live and love with him.
Letting his eyes devour the man, Eric again thought that Chandi seemed to have
lost weight. “Sit down. The pan’s hot. How do you want your eggs?”
“I
won’t have time for breakfast, Eric,” he announced as he buckled his gun belt.
“I have to get to the station early because I’ll be gone this afternoon.” He sauntered
over to the bigger man standing by the stove and stretched up to kiss him.
Pulling
Eric’s head down and wrapping his arms around Eric’s neck, Chandi deepened the
kiss by pushing his tongue into his lover’s mouth. He felt strong arms
encircling his waist and leaned in closer. Both men were breathing heavily by
the time they stepped back from each other.
Eric saw the lust
in Chandi’s eyes and knew his must be mirroring the same. They’d both been
putting too many hours in at work and obviously not nearly enough on them.
Adjusting himself in jeans that had suddenly become too tight, Eric murmured,
“You sure you have to go in early? I could take a couple hours off this
morning. I trust Nora to do what needs to be done.”
“Sorry,
love. No can do. But we’ll get back to this later,” Chandi roguishly promised
as he adjusted his trousers and headed for the porch. “Oh, I’m going to be
famished by supper time. Bet I’ll be able to clean up all the leftovers in the
fridge in one sitting.” With that, he bolted out the door. It slammed shut,
leaving a man with a bewildered expression on his face standing with a spatula
still in his hand and his eggs burning.
Chandi’s
parting remark about being famished by supper time worried Eric. Racing to the
doorway, he called out, “Go to the diner for lunch!” He watched as Chandi
backed out the driveway and head off down the street, unsure if he’d been
heard.
Something
wasn’t quite right, but before he could give it much more thought, the smell of
his own breakfast burning reached him. Running back into the kitchen, Eric
grabbed a dishcloth and wrapped it around the handle of the skillet. Setting it
in the sink and running water into the burnt mess, he decided that cold cereal
and milk would be the safer bet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chandi
arrived for his appointment with time to spare. He felt good about himself.
Up-to-date with his paperwork, he’d taken the time for a good run this morning
and even spent an hour or more at the gym during his lunch break. He shoved
aside the inner self-accusations of him possibly having overexerted himself
during his workout and that maybe walking halfway across town to get here
wasn’t the smartest thing he’d done lately. He also ignored his conscious
niggling at him about not eating today. He’d actually heard Eric’s instructions
to eat at the diner.
‘God,
I wish she’d leave the room,’ Chandi silently groused to himself about the
nurse who had just taken all his vital signs. He was feeling lightheaded and a
bit nauseous. He wanted to get off the examining table to fetch a drink of
water.
“Finally!”
he grumbled under his breath. He hastily attempted to slide off the table, but
unfortunately a moment of weakness caught him unawares. He missed the footstool
and fell to the floor, grazing his head above the right eyebrow.
The
door opened and Dr. Dean rushed in when he saw Chandi lying on the floor
looking rather dazed.
“What
happened, Chandi?” he demanded, helping him up. Patrick immediately rechecked the
fallen man’s vital signs and began asking more questions. Not able to get a
coherent reply, Patrick called for his nurse to notify Eric while he continued
to care for his patient. He cautioned her not to unduly alarm the man, this
wasn’t an emergency. Chandi was fine but needed to be picked up and driven
home.
Inching
forward while trying to will the light to turn green, Eric kept reminding
himself that the nurse said Chandi was all right, but that Eric needed to come
to the office as soon as he was free to do so. Thank God he hadn’t been using
the sander or he wouldn’t have heard his cell ringing. As it was, he’d been
talking over the next step with Nora when the call came in.
The
light turned green just as Eric felt the last of his patience slip away. The
sight of the clinic less than a block away didn’t bring him any relief. The
only thing that would ease his tension would be to put his arms around his love
and see for himself that he was indeed okay.
Pulling
in the circle drive, Eric didn’t even look for a parking space. He just parked as
near as possible to the front door. As he rushed inside, the nurse came to
greet him.
“Mr.
Patterson, come with me. Dr. Dean said to bring you right back as soon as you
got here.”
Eric hurriedly
followed after her, anxious to get to his partner.
Patrick
looked up from where he was tending to his patient to see Eric entering the
examination room. The doctor was hard pressed to determine which of the two men
were in a greater state of shock. Eric was positively as white as a proverbial
ghost.
“He’s
fine, Eric. I was just about to inform Chandi of our options, but I am relieved
to see you so I can explain the situation to you both.” Patrick used his foot
to push a stool in Eric’s direction and told him to sit down. He wasn’t at all
surprised to see his directive go unheeded. Being one himself, he recognized that
here was a man in full-out ‘Top’ mode.
Eric
strode into the room, almost pushing Patrick aside trying to get to Chandi.
Wrapping his arms around his love and glaring at their long-time doctor, he growled
out, “What’s going on? Chandi, are you all right? Patrick, tell me now!”
“Calm
down, Eric.” Patrick sternly ordered. He didn’t want his patient upset any more
than he was at present. “You’ve already been informed that Chandi is going to
be fine. You’ve also been told that my medical appraisal of his condition would
be forthcoming.”
Tightening his
arms around his Brat and taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain his
composure, Eric gritted his teeth and ground out, “I’m! Calm! Please, tell me
what’s going on?”
Patrick directed
his words to his patient but meant them for both men. “In a nutshell from what
I can piece together, Chandi, you have been under-eating and over-exercising. A bad
combination as it has led to you weighing far less than I’d like you too. I
suspect you suffered a weak spell which caused a momentary black-out. The
situation is as serious as it could be, but there is work to be done in order to
reverse this problem if you are to pass your physical.”
“Okay,
Doc. I’ll do whatever you say. How long have I to make things right?” Chandi
was unaware of leaning heavily against Eric’s chest.
Eric felt his body
sag with relief. But as the conversation sunk in, his body stiffened at the anger
he felt building inside. He did everything he could to help Chandi stay as safe
and healthy as possible, and all this turmoil was because the man himself
hadn’t given his own health the same regard.
Once he heard all
Patrick had to say and learned what was necessary to correct Chandi’s health
issues, Eric was determined to ensure that the upcoming discussion he and his
partner were going to have would have a lasting effect on the younger man. He
planned to make sure that in the future Chandi would take his own well-being as
seriously as Eric did.
“First off,”
Patrick began, “you’re going to start eating properly. That means three full
meals a day and snacks if need be. You’ll cut back on the amount of times you
go to the gym and the length of time you spend there for each workout session.”
Having a Brat of his own, the good doctor knew he had to be very succinct. “I
want to see you again before the weekend. Hopefully there will be enough of an
improvement to allow me to sign off on your medical.”
“How much do I
have to gain in the next four days?” Although hungry, Chandi was worried about
eating enough.
“I don’t want to
put undue pressure on you, Chandi, so I am not going to give you a number. I’ll
know if you’re on the right track by the end of the week. Aside from this
intentional and totally unwarranted weight loss on your part, you are in
relatively good physical condition. Fortunately, it hasn’t been going on long
enough to create a permanent problem, so it shouldn’t take too much time to
turn things around.”
Keeping
one arm around Chandi, Eric extended his other to Patrick. “I can’t thank you
enough, Patrick, for calling me right away. We’ll make an appointment and see
you on Friday.”
Chandi
was able to dress himself with a little help from Eric. Although feeling much
better, he had to admit to still being a tad shaky.
Eric
led Chandi out to the waiting room and while he made the appointment, he had
his somewhat bemused partner sit in one of the chairs. “Come on, I’ll drive you
home. You can call the precinct to inform them you won’t be in for the rest of
the day.” Eric quickly realized his tone was harsher than he usually used, when
he didn’t get an argument. Either that or his Brat was just now figuring out
how seriously his Top was taking this incident.
They
rode home in silence, except for the one quick phone call to make arrangements
for Chandi’s next-in-command to cover the remainder of his shift. Eric wanted
to get to the bottom of all this, but he would wait until they were home so he
could give Chandi his undivided attention.
As soon as they
entered the house, Chandi stored away his firearm and proceeded upstairs to
change into something more comfortable. Upon his return to the kitchen, he
immediately headed to the refrigerator and began pulling out several plastic
containers.
Eric
watched Chandi go up to their bedroom. He called Nora and told her Chandi was
all right, but that he was taking the rest of the day off to be with him. Then
he joined his partner to help with preparing a meal, all the while trying to
determine the best way to handle this. Chandi hadn’t out right disobeyed him,
but he had put himself in danger. That was a spanking offense in their
relationship. First things first, he was going to make sure the love of his
life ate a substantial dinner.
Chandi
smiled his appreciation when Eric began removing lids and ladling food onto two
plates. While their chow was heating in the microwave, Chandi set the table
while Eric poured large glasses of milk.
“I’m
sorry for interrupting your working day, Eric. If Patrick had of waited a few
minutes, I probably would have felt well enough to get home on my own. Barring
that, I could have called one of my officers to give me a lift.”
“Interrupt
my…” Eric stopped himself and took a deep breath. That Chandi would call
someone else in a time of need baffled Eric. However, he was going to make it
clear to his independent partner that it was okay, in fact more than okay, to
lean on him. “Chandi, I would have been incredibly hurt had you called someone
else. We are a team; we take care of each other. That’s what people in love do.”
“I
know that, Eric. I’d never deliberately hurt you. It’s just that you do so much
on the home front to make our relationship work and I want to help out whenever
I can. You shouldn’t have had to fetch me from the doctor’s office when it
wasn’t even required; especially with you so busy working on this new contract.
I mean, it wasn’t an emergency or anything to panic over. At least I didn’t
think it was….” Chandi’s voice faded. He pulled his chair out from the table
and sat down. His mind raced.
Eric
was right. Lovers took care of one another, and in their home Eric had assumed
the lion’s share of the decision making involving them both. He’d done so at
Chandi’s request.
A few
years before meeting Eric, Chandi had found himself in what he now knows was an
abusive relationship. The only good to come from it was he’d learning a great
deal about life and what he needed from a partner. Not just needed, but wanted.
Due to the pressures of his career, he desperately longed for a mate who would
love him enough to take charge of his personal life; someone who’d support him
emotionally, someone willing to make tough judgements when necessary, someone
to hold him accountable whenever his actions were unacceptable. That someone
was Eric. It was Eric’s prerogative to decide what was or wasn’t essential to
maintaining Chandi’s well-being.
“You’re
spot on, Eric. Patrick did right in calling you. I’m sorry for suggesting
otherwise. It was your place to pick me up, and to be informed of what had
happened.”
Not
taking a chance that Chandi wouldn’t eat, Eric filled a plate and handed it
him. “I want to see you eat; not pick.” He held his questions back, watching
while the other man ate. Eric released a silent exhalation of relief. Having a
sister who’d suffered from anorexia, he knew people with that particular eating
disorder often starved themselves. They would pick at food and appear to eat
when actually very little was consumed. He didn’t know as much about bulimia
except those afflicted with the condition would binge eat and then vomit what
they’d ingested. He wanted to trust Chandi, but he also needed to make sure his
boy wasn’t suffering from either of these illnesses. If he was, professional
help would be crucial. Eric decided the best way to talk to his love was to be
blunt.
“Why
were you trying to lose weight?” he asked outright.
Chandi
was busy wolfing down food and unable to answer right away. He briefly held up
one finger to indicate he’d respond as soon as possible. Swallowing and wiping
his mouth on a napkin several moments later, he sat back and began his explanation.
“With
my physical looming, I was getting more worried with each passing day. As
you’re aware, my getting antsy is an annual occurrence at this time of year. I
had recently found my uniforms feeling a little tighter than usual and our
bathroom scale verified my suspicions that I’d gained a lot more than was acceptable.
I figured I’d better start paying more attention to what I ate and beef up my
exercise routine. Although my clothing began to feel more comfortable, the
gauge on the scale hardly moved, so I accelerated my efforts. I only planned on
doing so until my appointment with Patrick. Once I’d passed the physical, I was
going to eat more. I blame it all on the desk work I do from keeping me as
active as I once was.”
“Chandi, it’s not
like you were walking a street beat! You rode around in a patrol car,” Eric
reminded his partner. “Going to a desk job didn’t decrease your physical
activities. That couldn’t be a reason to gain weight.”
“True,
but something’s been happening to make me put on pounds. Maybe it’s an age
thing.” Chandi curled up his lip at the thought.
Eric
didn’t try to hide his impatience with the younger man. “You’re only thirty
years old! Chandi, you have not gained weight! I live with you. I shower with
you half the time. I stroke every inch of your body. I would have noticed if
your body had changed."
“Well,
whatever it is, that freakin’ scale only showed a slight drop this past
Saturday morning,” Chandi touchily complained. “I haven’t stepped on it since;
just ate less and exercised more. I didn’t realize I’d lost so much until
Patrick pointed it out to us in no uncertain terms.” Chandi’s shoulders slumped
and his voice lowered significantly. “I should have asked you for help in the
first place instead of muddling through it on my own and making a mess of
things. But I was afraid you’d make me eat, causing me to weight too much to
keep my job. Even though my problem was work related, by and large it is
usually something you’d take charge of.”
“Yes,
you should have. You should have talked to me before trying to diet.” Eric knew
he wasn’t giving his Brat an inch of wiggle room, but they were talking about
Chandi’s health. Being a little harsh to keep him safe was something Eric was
willing to do.
Thinking
about the weighing machine Chandi had mentioned caused Eric to frown. “Babe,
that piece of equipment was bought at a thrift store and it is likely decades
old. You don’t even know if it’s accurate.” With that, Eric pushed back from
the table, stalked upstairs to the bathroom and picked up the device that Eric
now realized had been pulled from the cabinet it had resided in for years.
Coming
back downstairs, Eric put the scale on the floor. “Stand on it,” he ordered.
When his partner obeyed and stood on the scale, Eric looked at the numbers. He
was right. The contraption was worthless. It showed Chandi weighing much more
than what Patrick had said he was at the clinic. “See, it’s over ten pounds
more than what you weighed at the doctor’s office.”
Eric
saw the shocked look on Chandi’s face, and knew his love hadn’t even considered
the scale might be broken. “Sit down and finish eating. This is going out to
the trash right now.” As soon as Chandi complied, Eric took the malfunctioning
gadget out and put it in the waste bin.
Chandi
sat in stunned silence at his partner’s actions. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
That piece of junk had been the bane of his existence for the past two weeks.
He absentmindedly fed Lady a morsel from his plate. It was a habit he’d gotten
into over the last few days, and one that was forbidden. Cardinal rule: his pet
Chow was not to beg or be feed at the table. Chandi had been sneaking her
tidbits to make it look like he’d eaten more than he had during the meals
they’d enjoyed together.
“Chandi
Teagan Barret!” Eric barked out as soon as he walked in and saw what his Brat was
doing. “Is that what you’ve been doing with your meals? Feeding them to Lady?”
The
ducking of Chandi’s head and the flash of guilt on his face answered Eric’s
questions. “Well, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated.” Chandi knew
that and Eric was not going to disappoint his Brat. “You know you’ve been
pushing several of our agreed upon boundaries! Feeding the dog at the table is
something we agreed would not happen. But most importantly, you’ve been
deceitful by doing so!”
Chandi
flinched at the words and chewed on his lower lip. He looked down into the
sorrowful eyes of his pet and wonder if his expression revealed his own sorrow
and shame. He knew his partner had every right to be angry with him. “I’m so
sorry, Eric. I really don’t know what else I can say except it will never be
repeated.”
“I hope that’s so,
and I do accept your apology. But you know how we deal with this.” Eric held
out his arm. Once Chandi stood up and took his hand, they walked together into
the living room.
Eric sat down in
the middle of the couch, making sure there was enough room to support his Brat’s
torso. He reached out and undid Chandi’s pants. “This spanking is for your
feeding the dog at the table for what seems to be the past several days.”
Once Chandi was
bare, Eric gently guided him over his lap. The spanking that followed was firm
and painful, but it wasn’t harsh.
As was often the
case, Chandi had to pass an unpredictable emotional barrier before the tears
would fall in earnest. His heartfelt sobs came from feeling safe enough to
break down, not necessarily the pain.
The minute he
realized the punishment was over, Chandi scrambled to get up. He kicked off his
pants and boxers before sitting astride Eric’s thighs and draping his arms
around his chastiser’s, now comforter’s neck. While some folks might deem their
lifestyle offensive, he found an order to it that set him free.
Chandi
had trusted a past partner and that trust had been exploited. But now he no
longer waited with bated breath for it to happen again. Eric considered him an
equal and only did what had been asked of him.
Although
discipline spankings were not a sexual turn-on for Chandi, quite often his and
Eric’s power exchange was. He found himself responding to his Top’s words and
actions. He rubbed his erection against the front of the other man’s shirt.
“Eric,” he moaned, trusting his lover to pick up on the supplication in his
voice.
The
sight of his beautiful Brat, straddling his lap and squirming half naked, had
Eric’s pants becoming overly tight. “We are good,” he assured Chandi. “We are
good for each other. I love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of our lives
showing you exactly how much.”
Grunting
a bit under the weight of his partner, Eric stood up. Legs wrapped around his
waist as he carried his lover up to their bedroom and proceeded to show Chandi
just how much he was loved.
The
End
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