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Sunday, January 3, 2016
TLR Chapter 49
July 4th Cont.
Shorty took Jacob
and Jarrod by the scruff of their necks and hauled them back to the
bunkhouse. Once in the house he placed little Jake in his corner in the
living room and Jare in his corner in the kitchen.
Bo was leaning with
his hips against the counter. He watched Shorty but didn't say anything.
Shorty walked past
Bo, found a glass, filled it from the pitcher in the fridge and gulped down the
juice before he said anything
"I need to
address a couple of things here, Bo," He explained.
"I have to go
check on the horses." Bo said diplomatically.
The Vet said to Bo.
"I'll be back
in a little while." He said as he walked out of the kitchen, closing the
door softly behind him as he left. He didn't want to be there to witness
his little brothers, as he'd begun to think of them, being punished.
"You two stay
where you are." Shorty instructed. "I'll be back in a
they answered in unison.
Jacob and Jarrod
exchanged sad looks before turning back to their corners.
Shorty knew he
needed to calm down. He walked over to the kitchen sink and splashed
water on his face. Then walked out the back door. He stopped just outside
the door so he could hear if the boys moved or talked to each other.
Jarrod whispered, "What were you thinking? Why on earth would you go and
shoot off fireworks with Torren of all people? You have more sense than
"It wasn't me.
I saw the sparks and headed toward them. I knew it wasn't the main
fireworks display so I wondered who was doing it."
"Yeah, but I
saw you about to light one. You'd have done it if I hadn't stopped you."
"I'm sorry. I
wasn't thinking. It just looked like fun." Jake said sadly.
"I've never set off any fireworks before."
Shorty started to
stop the boys from talking but decided to listen instead.
"And you didn't
tonight, but that's not what Greg walked up on, so you're in trouble, and I'm
in trouble just because I got to you before Greg did. This is a
mess." Jarrod hissed.
Shorty walked down the steps pulling his cell out as he walked toward the
said when the other man answered the phone.
“Sorry to bother you
but have you had a chance to talk to Torren yet?"
"I was just
doing that now. I was going to call you once I got the whole story. From
what he tells me he was entirely at fault for the fireworks fiasco. He
said that Little Jake didn't do anything other than watch and that Jare came up
on them just as Greg did, so neither of them is at fault for what
wouldn't go so far as to say Jacob is innocent. He could have tried to
stop them." the vet replied.
"I don't know.
Torren can be pretty intimidating, and Little Jake isn't a confrontational
Spence? Is Tor saying he didn't do anything either?" Shorty asked.
"I just asked
him about Spence's involvement but he's not giving me straight answers, so from
what I can tell, Spence is as guilty as Tor is. Torren knows better than
to lie to me, but if I corner him he clams up, which is his tell that he's not
admitting everything he knows."
Shorty looked back
at the bunkhouse then leaned against the corral rail. "Well, let me
take care of my two and you and Warren can fill me in in the morning."
Shorty. I'm sorry about Tor getting your boys involved in this
"Like I said,
they aren’t completely innocent. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Bo saw Shorty
leaning on the top rail and walked over.
Shorty heard his
footsteps and looked up.
"Is it all
over?" Bo asked.
"No, we haven't
even started yet. But you can go back to the bunkhouse if you want,
Bo." The big vet answered.
Bo gave Shorty an
enquiring look but figured that if it were his business, Shorty would have told
him. He nodded once and walked back to the bunkhouse, only mildly
surprised to see two guilty looking brats staring into their corners. He
walked past with his gaze glued to the ground and went upstairs to his
room. He shut the door and put a CD in to drown out any conversation or
Shorty followed Bo
back to their home. "Little Jake, grab a seat at the table." He
ordered. "You too Jare."
Jacob felt a small
sense of relief when Shorty called him Little Jake. He rarely did that and it
usually meant he wasn't in trouble.
Jarrod looked at
Shorty, surprised, but sat down at the kitchen table.
Shorty placed a
glass of juice in front of each twin. "Who wants to start?" he
Jacob said, choking a little on his juice.
Jarrod leaned over
and thumped his brother on the back.
start. Tell me why you were at the dog park."
"He didn't do
anything." Jarrod said quickly. "Neither did I."
Shorty arched his
Jacob blushed slightly.
"I... I just... kind of came up on them while they were lighting them
off. I... I'd never seen fireworks that close up before... so I...
"And you never
thought you stop them or call for help?”
Jacob lowered his
gaze to the table top. "I thought about it, but, Torren can get
pretty scary sometimes. He's not violent but he can be mean, and I didn't
want to get a reputation as being a snitch on the resort." He said
explains what your brother was doing there Jare." Shorty said turning his
attention to Jarrod. "Why were you there?"
hotly. "I heard about what was going on. I saw Jake going toward the
lodge. Torren and Spence disappeared after the flag raising. I put two and two
together, and I was worried about Jake being in the wrong place at the wrong
time, so I went to find out if he was there and get him out before Greg showed
up, but I was too late." He admitted.
"If you got
there after Greg, why did he grab you too, little boy?" Shorty asked.
"I meant, I was
too late to get Jake out of there," Jarrod clarified. "I got
there before Greg did but I wasn't fast enough to get Jake out."
Shorty leaned back
in his chair. "Jarrod, you can go on up to bed."
Jarrod shook his
head. "Jake didn't do anything wrong, Shorty. He shouldn't be in
go on up to bed." Shorty said again. "Little Jake and I need to
Jarrod looked once
more at his little brother who sat dejectedly at the table. He looked up at
Jarrod and gave a little nod.
Jarrod said before he left the room.
Shorty waited until
he heard the bedroom door close before he looked back at Jacob.
Jacob continued his
study of the kitchen table and remained silent.
"Let me ask you
something Jacob, if your brother hadn't of showed up, would you have lit that
fuse?" Shorty quietly asked.
silent but gave a slight nod, and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Little Jake, look
at me." Shorty said.
The boy reluctantly
looked up into Shorty's face. He saw only kindness there so he did as he was
told and looked at Shorty maintaining eye contact.
"Did you listen
to all the things that James said could have happened?" he asked.
“Yes, but... we were
at the dog park and there's a lot of open space there. I didn’t think...
I didn't think we'd start a fire or anything. That never crossed my mind."
"Did it cross
your mind that any of you could have been hurt?" Shorty demanded.
"You could have lost a hand or an eye." Shorty said, trying to
scare the boy.
Jacob admitted, his eyes wide with worry. "I just... it's just that I
don't really spend that much time with Torren, or Spence, and what they were
doing seemed like fun. I just wanted to... I dunno... fit in, I guess? I
don't know, Shorty," the boy said sadly. "I guess I just wasn't
thinking of anything, really. I'd never shot off a firework before and it just
looked fun. I'm sorry."
across the table and took the boy's hand gently pulling him around to sit on
his lap. "I know, little boy."
Jacob leaned his
head on Shorty’s shoulder. He knew that sorry wasn't going to be enough and
that he was in trouble, but he appreciated Shorty's kindness and care.
"You can't let
Torren control you, son." Shorty whispered. "And you do fit
in. Look at all the friends you have."
"I know." he said quietly. "But Torren is so cool compared to
me. I'm... I dunno, boring I guess. Tor has so much life in him, I
sometimes feel like an old fogey compared to him. He does things,
you know?" He made a sound of disgust. "I know I'm not saying
“Oh little boy, you
are the coolest man I know." Shorty chuckled. "Did you ever
think that Tor thinks he is not cool and causes trouble to get attention?
Something you don't need to do."
Jacob looked up at
Shorty from beneath his eyelashes. "I never thought of it like
that." he admitted.
true." Shorty said kissing the top of Jake's head. "You don't
need to model yourself after Tor or anyone else for that matter. You just
need to be you."
bookworm, a sci fi freak, a computer nerd. I'd rather play with an RPG than
blow up condoms and put them into a balloon bouquet." He laughed.
"Now that was funny."
He clapped a hand
over his mouth and looked wide eyed at Shorty. 'Please don't let him ask.
Please don't let him ask!' He prayed silently.
Shorty pushed Jacob
back so he could look in his eyes. "Condoms? Are you talking
about the ones at Jax's party?"
Jacob didn't say a
word, but the expression on his face told Shorty all he needed to know.
"So you knew
about them?" he chuckled. "Did you also know that Tor payed a
price for adding those condoms to the balloons?"
actually see Torren do it." He hastily amended. "I just
saw them when I was leaving. I thought it was funny." he ended lamely.
too many saw them." Shorty remarked. "But do you really think
it was a good idea to do at Jax's party?"
Jacob replied quietly.
said pulling Jacob back to his chest. "Now what are we going to do
"Let it go and
I promise never to do it again?" Jacob asked hopefully.
little boy, nice try."
Jacob sighed and
leaned his full weight on Shorty's chest. "I guess that's up to
you." he said softly. "What... what are you going to do to
"I'm not going
to spank you." Shorty answered, "Unless you think you need me
Jacob was quick to assure the older man, "That's not necessary, I don't
need you to."
filled the bunkhouse. "Ok, then I think you can stay in tomorrow and
write a letter to James assuring him you will try your best to not be
influenced by others and that you are sorry for your part at the dog
Jacob looked up at
Shorty and smiled like the condemned man who'd just heard he'd been
pardoned. "Yes, I can do that! I promise!"
"Ok, good, why
don't you head up to bed and let your brother know I didn't kill you."
Jacob got up from
Shorty's lap and hugged the old vet. "Thank you, Shorty!" He
grinned. "Thank you. I'll get started on that letter right
boy, the letter can wait until tomorrow," he said swatting the young man
towards the stairs. "Up to bed for you."
"Yes sir." He said happily before running upstairs to his room.
Shorty put the juice
glasses in the sink too tired to wash them tonight. When he turned Bo was
"Sorry, Little Jake came running upstairs like a herd of elephants and
grinning like a fool. All he'd say was that you didn't kill him." he
laughed. "That was really nice of you, Shorty."
Bo," Shorty grinned back. "He didn't really do anything except
for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Shorty put his hand
on Bo’s shoulder, feeling that little tingle that was becoming common place
whenever they touched, and guided him back to the stairs. “Let’s get some
sleep, Bo. Tomorrow's a new adventure.”
Eric and Torren
walked home in silence. There was no immediate need to talk or ask
questions. Eric knew his brat better than anyone else and knew what had driven
him to do something so stupid. As soon as they got to their bungalow,
they went inside, Torren’s head down and his shoulders up.
Torren stood in the
corner of the kitchen as he'd been told and stood there with his head down.
He didn't need any corner time to think. He knew what he'd done.
James had been very specific on that. He just wished that Eric
would let him out of the corner soon and do what he had to do and get it over
After about fifteen
minutes a soft voice startled him. "Explain." Came the quiet
command from behind him.
Torren began to turn
toward his Top but was stopped by two strong hands holding him in place.
Torren sighed and resigned himself to talk to the wall.
"Adam and Mutt
get to do everything." He replied sullenly. "I should have been
on that dock with them. I should have been allowed to light off some of the
fireworks too. What makes them so special?" He asked anger in his
more special than you are, Torren." Eric said, turning Torren gently
around to look at him. "That's not why you weren't included."
why?" Torren asked, near tears.
"Because of things
like what happened tonight, Torren." Eric replied gently, pulling Torren
toward the kitchen chair. He sat down and pulled his brat down on his lap
and put his arms around him. Torren buried his face in Eric's shirt and
let the tears flow.
Eric waited for
Torren to calm down and then continued. "You are a wonderful person,
Torren; I couldn't love you more if I tried. The problem is that you
don't think before you act or say things, and that causes problems for yourself
and the people around you. You frequently do things without thinking
ahead, like tonight. Instead of staying with me and enjoying the
fireworks display, you were jealous, and you allowed that jealousy to take
control of your emotions, leading you to not only steal fireworks, but to set
them off in an area that very well could have caught fire if the sparks had
landed in the surrounding wooded area. Not to mention that if something
did happen! We were doing fine, Eric, honest!" Torren replied.
"The only time I was even close to having an accident was when Greg
showed up and scared me."
"That you knew
of." Eric continued. "You had no way of knowing if you or
Spence would have gotten hurt. Experienced handlers have sustained burns, loss
of limbs, eyes... I would have been devastated if you'd been hurt, if you'd
lost one of those beautiful eyes because you didn't think ahead."
All you could think about was getting your own way, somehow, so you and Spencer
stole fireworks and went off on your own, unsupervised, and had your own little
fireworks display. And what would you have done if one of you had been
injured? How did you plan to explain it?"
Torren looked away
from Eric's summer sky blue eyes. "We never considered that we might
get hurt." He admitted quietly.
"How did you
plan to explain any fires that occurred if there'd been a mishap?"
weren't any!" Torren's dark brown eyes were wide and sincere as he looked
back into Eric's eyes.
"For which you
were lucky, hon. But who knows what would have happened if you'd been
able to continue. If Greg hadn't stopped you. How did you convince
Little Jake and Spencer to go along with this?"
convince anyone to do anything. It was all my fault." Torren replied, once
again looking away from Eric's gaze.
"So what was
Little Jake doing there?"
"He just walked
up on us and was watching. He didn't do anything."
"Greg said he
was about to light one off."
"He didn't do
anything." Torren repeated.
"Why was Jarrod
"He was just
coming to stop us and get Jake out of there. He only just arrived seconds
before Greg did. He didn't do anything either. It was all my fault."
Torren didn't want
to be the one to rat anyone out so he remained silent. The fact of the
matter was that Spencer had been a more than willing participant when he found
out that Mutt and Adam had been given permission to help with the display that
what about Spencer?"
silent. Spence had been the one to suggest taking what he called orphaned
rockets to light up. Torren had been the one to decide on the dog park as the
best place to set them off.
Just then the phone
Eric clicked his
fingers and pointed back toward the corner. "Stay there until I'm
done on the phone. We're not done here."
Torren took his
place back in the corner and listened intently to Eric's side of the
After a short pause,
Torren heard Eric say, "I was just doing that now. I was going to call you
once I got the whole story. From what he tells me he was entirely at
fault for the fireworks fiasco. He said that Little Jake didn't do
anything other than watch, and that Jare came up on them just before Greg did,
so neither of them is at fault for what happened."
know." Eric said, taking the phone outside where Torren couldn't hear.
Torren huffed a sigh of frustration. He really wanted to know what was
Torren heard the last
part of the conversation as Eric walked back into the bungalow.
"Will do, Shorty. I'm sorry about Tor getting your boys
involved in this mess." Eric said before hanging up. He picked up
the phone again and dialed another number.
sorry to call you so late. It's Eric."
what I was calling about." He said after a short pause.
Torren squirmed in
the corner, wishing he could hear the other side of the conversation. He
grimaced when Eric once again went outside to continue the conversation.
Eric made two more
phone calls before replacing the handset back on its base.
you..." Eric said, "Come join me please." Torren turned to
see a placid looking Eric crooking his finger.
slowly, unsure of what was going to happen next. A placid looking Eric
could mean just about anything.
"Are you going
to tell me about Spencer's involvement?" He asked when Torren was
finally standing before him.
Torren looked down
and wouldn't look up again even after Eric asked him to.
alright, hon. I didn't expect you to, to be honest. The fact is that
Spencer told Warren everything."
Eric tried not to
laugh when he saw Torren's dark eyes widen, worry written clearly on his
"He told Warren
that taking the fireworks was his idea. Is that true?"
came up slightly and he touched his chin to it, another of Torren's many tells.
encouraging, then. I'm glad it wasn't you."
"I didn't say
anything!" Torren protested.
have to." Eric smiled gently. "And it was your idea to go
to the dog park?"
"It was all my
fault." Torren maintained, taking a shallow breath and avoiding eye
contact with Eric.
"How was it all
"If I hadn't
mouthed off... if I hadn't been angry and jealous... if I hadn't vented to
convinced you to take the fireworks and set them off?"
"I didn't say
that. I didn't say anything." Torren said staunchly.
"So, if I were
to paddle you, do you think that would be a deserved punishment?"
the younger man asked, dark eyes nervously seeking blue.
"Yes, I hear
it's a very good deterrent for this kind of behavior."
please?" Torren begged. Eric rarely used anything other than his
hand, and Torren could count on one hand how many times Eric had used the
paddle on him.
"Do you believe
you deserve to be punished?"
sir." Torren replied, somewhat breathlessly, "But please not the
paddle. There has to be another way? I'll do anything. I swear no
complaints, no backtalk, just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, but please,
not the paddle."
fireworks did you, yourself, set off?"
"Um, I'm not
sure. I think, maybe three or four?" Torren replied, confused.
Eric turned around
and took a large wooden spoon out of one of the kitchen drawers. He took
Torren by the arm and landed four hard swats on his backside.
Torren went up on
his toes, wincing in pain as the sting set in.
"That's for the
fireworks." Eric said. "Now we deal with the behavior that
caused the night to be ruined for me, James, Jeff, and everyone else that was
"W-what are you
gonna do?" Torren asked fearfully. The spoon wasn't as hard as the
paddle, nor did it cover as much area, but it stung like the dickens and he wasn't
looking forward to being smacked with it again.
Luiz Ruiz, are going to clean. By yourself. At the crack of dawn
you're going to the dog park to pick up spent casings, so that none of the dogs
get to them and possibly chokes. That means you're going to check the
surrounding woods as well."
Torren replied, feeling relieved that that was as bad as it was going to get.
"Also, I just
spoke to James, and he agreed, that you're going to clean the beach. By
"But that could
take hours!" Torren protested.
to no complaints and no backtalk?" Eric asked, raising his eyebrows.
sorry." Torren said quickly.
Now, it's late and you have a lot to do tomorrow. Go on up to
to happen to Spence?"
him and Warren, hon. If he feels like talking about it tomorrow then
he'll tell you. Now, off to bed."
Torren said, going up on tiptoe to kiss Eric goodnight.
Eric put his arms
around his brat and hugged him tightly. He kissed Torren gently and pulled him
toward him so that Torren's head was resting on his chest.
"I love you,
Torren. Always remember that."
"I love you
too, Eric. I'll always love you." Torren replied, once again near tears.
"Then head up
to bed. I'll be there soon."
the night with Mutt and Jeff. I called them just before I came back in
here. He says he's fine and that he loves you. He's worried about
Torren blushed; he
could feel his ears getting hot with embarrassment. He always felt badly
whenever he caused either of his partners to be upset or hurt, and he knew that
his behavior had hurt many people that evening.
hon. You know Adam isn't angry with you, any more than I am. And
after you've completed your punishment assignment, it's all over and done with,
just like always. Understand?"
Torren said, visibly relaxing.
With a final kiss,
Eric sent Torren upstairs to their bedroom while he locked up and turned out
Warren guided Spencer along the path
to their bungalow. He ordered in a stern tone, “Come on, Spencer. You and
I have a lot to talk about when we get home. I want you to go straight to the
corner in the living room. You are not to move from there or speak while you
are there until I tell you that you may. Do you understand?
“You know I hate the corner!”
Warren raised an
eyebrow. “You’re in enough trouble Spencer Gene and I’d advise you to moderate
your tone and not complain or we’ll stop and we can have a discussion right
here and you can talk to me facing the gravel path.”
“Yes Sir.” He said more respectfully.
Warren nodded. “I
thought you’d agree with me. I want you to think about all you and Torren did
tonight while you’re in the corner and then we’ll address it all.”
Spencer bit his lip
and sighed. “Yes Sir.” He said and walked quietly the rest of the way home,
glancing every so often at his top’s face and not being able to read it very
well in the dark.
Warren put an arm
around Spence’s shoulders. He pulled him close as they walked to their
Spence figured that
Warren couldn’t be too mad if he was holding him close as they walked. When they
got to their bungalow Spence went straight to the corner as Warren had told him
to do. He tried not to fidget as he heard Warren moving around.
After about twenty
minutes Warren called, “Spence, come join me here on the sofa.”
Spencer turned. He
didn’t see any implements and went to sit next to Warren.
Warren said, “I want
to know what happened tonight. I want to know all of it and no skirting around
or telling me half-truths. You know that will earn you extra punishment if you
do that.” They had been working on Spence being more honest.
Spencer looked down
at his hands and said quietly, “Torren was tellin’ me he was upset because Adam
and Mutt were goin’ to be able to shoot off the fireworks this year. There were
some fireworks that were not going to be used. I told Torren they were orphan
fireworks and probably wouldn’t be missed.” He hesitated and bit his lip.
Warren arched an
eyebrow. “What happened next little boy?”
Spence shifted a bit
further away from Warren, but he put an arm around the younger man and pulled
him close. “You know I love you and that you can tell me anything Spence?”
Spence nodded. “Yes,
Warren…I know.” He said softly.
patiently. He knew from the past in their relationship that pushing only made
his brat more stubborn and things escalated and ended up worse than they had to
Spence sat quietly
for a little bit and then said, “I suggested we could take them and shoot them
off somewhere by ourselves.”
Warren arched an
eyebrow. “So you decided to steal from James and the resort?”
Warren said in a
warning tone, “The truth little boy.”
Spencer sighed. “I didn’t think of it as truly stealing, just
taking something that wasn’t going to be used anyway."
Warren said in a stern
tone, “Spencer Gene, anytime you remove anything that doesn’t belong to you
without permission it is stealing. I’m going to impress that on you tonight.”
Spencer bit his lip
and hung his head. “Yes Sir.” He whispered.
Warren asked, “Was
it your idea to go to the dog park to shoot them off too?”
Spencer’s hazel eyes
widened. “No! It was Torren’s idea!”
Warren nodded. “Well
I’m glad it wasn’t yours, but what you and Torren did was very dangerous. How
did the twins get involved?” He asked.
Spencer said, “They
didn’t do anything. Jake came up just as we were going to send up another one.
Torren was tellin’ us when to light them. Jake said he hadn’t ever done it
before and I told him he could do the one I was going to. Then Jarrod showed up
and then Greg so we never did get a chance to send it up.” He sighed.
Warren bit back a
sigh of his own. “Spencer, what would have happened if one misfired and blew up
and hurt you? If you ended up losing an eye or a hand? It happens, even to
professionals. Why do you think James and Jeff do it every year? They’re
familiar with it and they do it over the lake to prevent fires. Did you and
Torren even have any buckets of water to use in case a fire started?”
Spencer shook his
head. “No, we thought because it was an open area it would be safe, we never
thought about having water ready, or the possibility of a fire.” He admitted.
“Spencer…is there anything else you need to tell me…I don’t want to find out
that there were things you didn’t tell me afterward or you’re backside will pay
for it.” He warned.
about all he had done and then shook his head. “I think that’s all of it.”
Warren had studied
his brat and knew well when he was trying to hide something and knew Spencer
was telling the truth and nodded. “All right.” He was just about to begin
Spence’s spanking when his cell phone rang. He answered it and heard Eric on
the line. He looked over at Spencer and said, “I need to take this call. Corner
Spencer knew better
than to sigh or complain. He went to his usual corner.
Warren said, “Yes,
Spencer told me all about it. It was Spence’s idea to take the fireworks and
they both decided to light them off and it was Torren’s idea to go to the dog
Spence squirmed as
he heard Warren telling someone, he assumed it was James or someone about what
he had done. He began to cry softly in the corner.
Warren walked away
from Spence’s hearing and when he returned, his phone disconnected from the
call he called Spencer back to him. “Come join me again hon.”
Spencer tried to
wipe his tears away with his sleeve as he left the corner.
Spencer onto his lap and hugged him tight. “I love you Spencer. I’m not sure
what I would have done if you had been badly hurt tonight. I need to take care
of you.” He told him softly, running his hand through the short auburn hair.
close and Warren placed a kiss on the younger man’s lips. “What you did Spencer
was very dangerous and it deserves the paddle.” He told his brat quietly.
Spencer bit his lip.
He knew once Warren made up his mind there would be no changing it.
Warren said, “It’s
late, let’s get this over with.” He eased Spencer to his feet. The paddle
materialized as Warren pulled it from behind the cushion where he had hidden
Spencer’s eyes went
wide and he began to unfasten his jeans, but Warren stopped him. “I don’t think
that’s necessary this time, but if it happens again it will be on the bare.”
Spence sent Warren a
grateful look, happy at least for this small reprieve, even though he knew it
was going to hurt a lot. He had felt it before and knew its sting.
Warren saw the
grateful look and placed a hand on his brat’s shoulder and squeezed
reassuringly before pulling Spence over his lap. “Six.” He told the young man.
Spencer almost found
himself protesting, but clamped is mouth shut and held onto Warren’s leg tight.
Warren gave his brat
six good smacks with the paddle, three on his under curves and three on his sit
Spence jerked at the
first swat and then yelped at the rest and by the last one was crying freely,
his backside on fire despite his jeans.
Warren helped him up
and held him in his lap so there wasn’t a lot of pressure on Spencer’s sore
bottom and kissed him. “Now it’s over and done with. You will apologize to
James tomorrow and it will be finished.”
Spence sniffled and
took the handkerchief Warren handed him after wiping his eyes with it and blew
his nose. “Yes Sir.” He acknowledged.
Warren smiled. “Let’s go up
to bed.” He gathered up Spence in his arms and carried him up to their bed
where he undressed him and they cuddled until they both fell asleep