Summer Nights

by Jo


Brian and Sonny were lying in the sun beds beside the pool. The pool party was still going on around them, but with their differing work schedules, they rarely got time just to talk to each other.

Brian had quickly moved on, after getting a job with NZ Rail. After dipping his toes into several jobs, he had finally set up as a programmer, working mainly from home. He also sidelined as a computer "geek" who helped customers having problems with their computers. Brian usually laughed when the customers opened their doors, and the geek they'd expected was 6' feet tall, with jet black hair, blue eyes and a body to die for. At least, that was how Adam always described his lover's body and who was Brian to argue?

Sonny had found a job in a local garage as a mechanic, after completing his apprenticeship. He was very happy, and his boss was allowing him to use part of the workshop to build his own race car.

They were both still in discipline relationships, with their partner's Adam and Eric respectively. In fact both Tops were keeping a discrete eye on their younger partners, Brian and Sonny together was sometimes a recipe for disaster. Sonny had once protested to Eric that the assumption was unfair. Eric's answer had been brief and pointed, "Then why are you over my lap getting a spanked after the prank you pulled with your brother?" Sonny had several answers to that question, but after painful experience had learnt not to voice them. It was little comfort to him that Brain was in exactly the same position, as he was, for the same crime. Neither of the younger men acted as a brake on the other. If anything events accelerated when they were together.

It had happened in summer. In January to get out of the miserable weather in Wellington, they all decided to make a pilgrimage to the devastated Christchurch. At first they'd been a bit uneasy with the aftershocks going on, but after a couple of days they got almost blasť about them. The four had enjoyed visiting the container mall, and had great fun at Orana Wildlife Park, having a close encounter with the lions.

It was when they visited the red zone that things went wrong. All four men were shocked at the damage they viewed from behind the fence. It was a city they'd often visited, and although they'd seen the devastation on television, the reality was much worse. Brian and Sonny spent a spirited five minutes with a security guard, trying to convince him that they had a right to see the Cathedral. Finally a couple of exasperated Tops found their Brats, apologized to the guard and went back to the hotel they were staying at.

"But Ericcccc," Sonny whined. Brian winced slightly; he knew that tone never went anywhere good.

"Sonny, don't push it," Eric warned darkly, "I'm not in the mood. I don't understand why you tried to enter the red zone."

"We thought it would be fun," Brian jumped in, and suddenly felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder. He twisted up and looked up into Adam's eyes, "We'd get some good photos," he finished, lamely.

In their separate rooms, at the hotel, both Brats got the chapter and verse of why they were not to attempt to enter the red zone again. Lurid threats were made, and Sonny paid the price for continuing his whining, even after the warning. Eric was very firm on the importance of clear communication, and Sonny knew whining did not come under that heading.

Later on neither Brat ever let on who suggested they try to sneak into the red zone. They didn't get far until being apprehended by a security guard, who handed them over to the police, who prompted charged them with trespassing. Later on, in court, they both got huge fines.

However before visiting court they had to face their Tops. Brian knew exactly how much trouble he was in when Adam reached into the closet and came out with a belt. Adam grimly pointed to the end of the bed, after he'd placed two pillows there. Not a word had been spoken. Brian didn't need any instructions, he'd been here before. He peeled down his trousers and underpants and bent over the bed. The strapping was beyond painful. Much later he was laying on the bed, with his head on Adam's shoulder. "Hurts," was all he muttered, and was not happy when Adam replied with "Good."

Sonny was shocked almost speechless when Eric pulled the paddle from the suitcase. "You packed the paddle," he spluttered in outrage.

Eric just raised an eyebrow. "I was a boy scout," he answered, "I always like to be prepared. You should count yourself lucky, Adam was muttering about a belt." Sonny paled slightly, Brian had privately told him that he hadn't been spanked for over six months, before they'd embarked on this trip.

Eric pulled a straight back chair out into an open area of floor and beckoned to his Brat. Sonny walked over, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them and his boxers down, and placed himself over his Top's knees. He realized, with some shock, that the chair seemed to have the same measurements as the "spanking chair" they used at home. "You sent measurements for the chair as well, right?" was all he accused; Eric chuckled, and then began to spank Sonny. He quickly re-heated Sonny's bottom from the previous night and began to improve on it. When Sonny was crying hard, Eric reached for the paddle, "Please Eric I'm sorry, don't paddle me," Sonny begged, his voice breaking slightly.

Eric hardened his heart; he was not immune to Sonny's obvious distress, but he knew going easy on his young brat was not an option. "Sonny, you put yourself in danger, that is going to earn you a paddling every single time." With that he began to use the paddle. He only stopped when Sonny was limp over his lap, and his young lover's bottom was glowing red. He then began the long process of convincing his Brat he was forgiven.

That had been in summer, it was now winter. They were the only four left at the pool. Brian and Sonny were laughing at something Brian has said. The two Tops grinned at each other, and the only warning their Brats got was the yell "Cannon ball."

~ Jo

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