The Imaginary LIne

 

The other day I was going through my online groups and one of the questions posted was do 'you know where the line is drawn'. I started thinking for a moment. What the hell were they talking about?  I don't normally read all the comments, but on that post I did.  With this new yahoo program, I hadn't gotten the original email. 

The line they were talking about was an imaginary line that is drawn between you and your partner if you are in a relationship like mine; a DP one, or S/M and others. It's like playing that game where you toss pennies toward a line.  In the penny game you want to get as close to the line as possible without going over it, because if you do you lose the money already on the ground. Well in the game talked about on the yahoo group, you'll end up bare ass over your lover's knees, getting your backside turned a nice shade of red.

This line is there all the time.  It doesn't matter where you are: at the store, mall, walking with your lover, it doesn't matter, the line is firmly drawn.  Be warned, if you are at a friend's house, who is also in that type of relationship be careful because you know what will happen if you cross that line.

With us, public display is a big no, and my ass will be toast when we get home. He won't correct me in public, but he will pull me to one side and warn me. If I continue to cross that line, I will not be able to sit for a few hours after we get home. Ok time to cool it.

Indications that I've crossed the line could be the red blotch he gets by the corner of his mouth when he's totally had enough of the antics. The redder it gets the more pissed he is so that's the clue to settle down and behave. It could be a vain in the neck or forehead. The more it sticks out tells you how close you are getting. If your partner rubs his temples like he getting a headache you are getting close to the line. The closer you get the more the top rubs. With blood shot eyes- the redder the lines, is the clue its time to ease back and cool yourself down. One of the warning signs might be if your Top rubs his swatting hand on his pants leg.  That may be the sign to stop inching your way to that line.  

Sometimes the Brat can ease their way to that line and with the warning look or other signs, they are able to ease back a little.  Sometimes its like you not only crossed that line, you've crossed it for the next three days or so.

Trust me, I know.  I am lying here on my belly with the lap top in front of me bare assed.  I have a fan blowing on my bare nether regions in hope that it'll put out the heat in my seat. I swear that line gets crossed too fast sometimes.

So you brats out there reading this-watch for the warning signs they are not as subtle as a railroad crossing.  There's no flashing red lights with alarms. Nope, sometimes they are come at you in a flash. And that's it. Your ass is grass and he's the weed-wacker.

"You're not on the computer, are you?" My partner yells from downstairs.

"No, just laying here!" I yelled back without looking over my shoulder.

"Then what's that?" He asked from the doorway as he rubs his hand down his pant leg.

I swallowed hard. "The laptop."  I told him as I  saved this in a hurry.

"Turn it off now," He ordered.

"Yes sir."  

Bye everyone. Pray for me.

Carrol

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How The Doctor Met His Brat

I was at the local park helping with a health fair for the local clinic, when a young man came up to me; he looked like he could be Latino. He had on a dusty pink tank top, and a pair of pink plaid baggy shorts, like those that the skaters wear . . .  I probably assumed that, because he had a skate board with him that had Hello Kitty on the back of it. Actually, there was about five or six of the young men all dressed the same, just different colors, all of them hot as hell.

"May I help you?" I asked him, trying not to stare at his shorts.

"How do you know if you have Diabetes?" He asked.  

"Well, you ask your Doctor to do a certain blood test, which involves you drinking a special drink, and then, depending on what your doctor orders, they take your blood on the hour for a certain amount of time," I
told him. His smile turned into a deep frown when I said, `blood test.' "I can do a glucose test to see if there might be a concern," I told him, reaching for the unit.

"What if you don't have a doctor?" He asked.

"There are free clinics you can go to," I told him, handing him a flyer about the person who was hosting the fair.  He didn't take it. "I tell you what . . . I work there next weekend; come by and I'll see what I can
do," I told him. He took the flyer, looked at it, and gave me a sly grin, but folded the flyer and pushed it into his backpack.

"Ok, Doc," He said, and left. I thought I would probably never see him again. `Too bad,' I thought, as I watched him walk away.

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It was late Saturday afternoon, about two weekends after the health fair.

"Robert, there's a young man in the lobby wanting to see the `cute Doc' from the health fair," Brenda said, holding out the flyer from the fair.

I could feel myself blush, as the lady I was seeing gave me a wink. "Ok, tell him I'll be right there," I told her.

After I finished with what I was doing, I walked out into the lobby, where the young man I had seen earlier was waiting with one of his buddies. "Hey," I said to him. He looked up at me, and gave me that same sly grin.

"I don't understand all this stuff, and when I asked her" He pointed to the receptionist, "to help me, she said, `Do the best I could,'" he told me, handing me a package of papers.

I looked at the papers, since I've never really paid much attention to them. I could see why he was confused. "Be right back," I told him, and went back into the office. After a few minutes, I came back to find him pacing back and forth. "Come with me," I told him. He turned and bent down and chatted with his friend; he was either speaking in Italian or Spanish, I was not sure. I took him into the back and found an empty examination room and placed the file on the tray, and pointed to the exam table. He sat and I grabbed the stool and a pin.

"Ok, here we go, with a number. If you want, you can give us your name or a nickname."

"Numbers are fine," He told me. When I asked about his family, he just shook his head `no,' and shrugged his shoulders. I left the page blank; I figured that once I gained his trust he might open up to me.  

I found out he was twenty years old; his dad was American, and his mom was Cuban, and he lived in student housing.

 "Are you sexually active?" I asked him, He gave me the sly smile.

 "Kind of; oral sex is just for pleasure, and `that type of sex' is too intimate for just anyone," He told me, as a blush crept up his cheeks, while he looked down at his knees.

"So tell me why do you think you have Diabetes?" I asked

"I don't; I just wanted to meet you," He said, with that same sly grin.  I almost fell off my stool, and tossed the pin on the tray and looked at him; he was a sly one; I never would have guessed.

As I just looked at him, he got this totally scared look on his face, and went a little pale. "Oh God; I got my wires crossed; I'm so sorry," He said, and bolted for the door.

"No, you didn't," I told him, and grabbed him by the shorts before he could leave the room. "If I am going to be your doctor, I can't date you," I told him.

"I have a doctor; so do you want to go out?" He said.

How Many Times Have I Told You?

"Ow, Ow, Stop. Stop, it hurts!" my poor brat yelled as he wiggled side to side trying to avoid my next move.

"Hold still!" I told him with a firm but loving voice. "How many times have I told you not to do it?"

"Owww, I'm sorry please, I won't. I won't do it again. Just pleeeeease stop," my poor boy sobbed.

I quickly grabbed the hand that came back to stop mine. Shaking my head, I wrapped my legs around him to hold him in place.

"Okay, finished," I said while pulling him up and into an all forgiven hug while running my fingers through his long hair, "What are you going to do before going to bed?" I stating firmly.

"Spit out my gum," he told me, rubbing the sore spot on his head where I had to remove the gum.

Hands of a Top

Laying with my head on Doc's chest, I could hear his heart beat, his breathing, the gurgle sounds his body makes. His one arm was wrapped firmly around my waist to keep me safe. While his other hand gently played with my hair.

I pulled it down to my face gave it a kiss. It was still warm. I just looked at it, traced the lines in the palm of his soft hand.

"Sometimes there so soft, and loving but then again there so damn hard and mean, why?" I said out of the blue

"Depends on what you need at the time, my boy."

I felt him kiss the top of my head.

Breakfast In Bed

"Roll over and close your eyes," my brat ordered from the door way.

I did as he asked and I even put my hands behind my head.

The next thing I felt was him pulling the bedding back and then he straddled me.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I opened my eyes to see him holding a jar of jam and a thing of cream cheese.

"So do you want to be the bagel or toast?" he asked as the tip of his tongue touch his pink lips.

"Toast, you can be the bagel," I told him when I saw the strawberries.

Leather Underwear

I knelt before him, my knees hurt but I tried not to show the pain. I could hear the slight intake of a breath as my hand moved down his hips. He shifted; opening his legs.

I found what I was feeling for and with a quick jerk he was free.

I heard a thud as he fell against the wall. A sigh of relief followed. I kiss his poor abused cock; stood kissed his sweaty cheek.

"Next time, use powder before you put leather underwear on," I told my sweet, sweet brat.  

Be Careful Of The Question You Ask

I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.

I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.

I bet you are all wondering why I am writing line on a bright Sunday afternoon.

Because I have a Doctor for a partner who cannot take a silly little joke, that’s why.

I guess I better fill you in on this so it will make since... Ok Sunday is our day to shop I hate shopping with a passion because I don't like crowed doc says cause I am a little claustrophobic. I say because I hate stupid people. Why is it when most people go shopping they kind of get stupid I mean they let their children run free like wild animals, or they stand in the aisles and talk to their neighbor like long lost friends, or who in the hell has to be on a cell phone while shopping talking about who did what to whom and when I mean I don't care if Suzy Q boyfriend knocked up the little sluts at another hood. This Sunday being close to the first of the month the store was packed and only had a few requesters open.

Anyway back to why I am writing lines. We (doc and I) headed to the local Wal-mart to get our stuff that we get every week or so you know the stuff T.P. soap, washing powder, house cleaners, shampoo and conditioners, and well some other stuff you can use your imagination for, Oh yeah we are dog sitting his uncle’s little dog so we had to buy dog food ok so here we are standing in line with a cart full of stuff.

"We forgot something, stay here don't get out of line." Doc told me with a finger that he tapped my nose with. Oh he knows me to well.

"Well hurry." I told him. He just shook his head and took off to the area he needed. Meanwhile I was standing there.

"Do you have a dog," I heard a voice behind me I turn to see a plump woman standing behind us looking at the dog food.

I was going to explain to her but a light when off in my head.

"No, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again, and that I probably shouldn't because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in intensive care with tubes coming out most of my orifices and IVs in both arms." I told her" before she could say anything I went on, "It is essentially a Perfect Diet and all you do is load your pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again.

I tried not to smile when I notice that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story, even the casher, and the ones waiting in line beside us.

"Did you ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned you?” she asked.

 I almost stop when I saw how horrified she looked, but the brat in me told me to go on,

"No I ended up in ICU because I ran after a cat and got hit by a car.” I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.

I did notice several of the people got out of line and headed to the pet area of the story including the woman behind me. Doc come up and looked puzzled.

“Is there a special on dog food?" he asked. The guy behind us then told Doc what I had said; he did not look please at all.

After we paid for our stuff Doc talked to the manager of the store, we left our cart at the service counter then we were lead to the woman dressing area I thought for sure doc had lost his mind and I was going to get it in one of the little rooms.

The manager took a hold of the intercom thing and said. "Attention Wal-mart customers, we have an announcement to make, then he handed me the intercom. With doc giving me that look I took the intercom, cleared my throat and  said, "To all those who are buying dog food to go on the Purina dog food diet, I am sorry to say it was just a joke, dog food is not made for human consumptions, it can make you sick, again I am sorry, Thank you.”  Doc nodded his head as I handed back the intercom to the manger and then we headed out to the car.

The drive home was silent. When we got home, ‘Kitchen. Now.’ was all Doc said to me, and I knew what he meant. I got out of the car and headed to the corner in the kitchen.

I have two special placed to stand one, in the corner with pants up and the other is in his den with my pants off or around my ankles. I heard him put stuff away and then I heard something drop on the table.

"Turn around and sit down." He ordered I did I came to the table and sat in front of me was a new note pad and a pen, and saw ‘I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.’ (100 x's) was written on the header of the first page.

I let out a breath and picked up the pen. Skeeter the kitten I had found jumped up onto my lap and then on to my shoulder and looked down at the pad, looked at me and rubbed his head against me.

I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.

I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.

I will not tell stupid joke that could hurt people.

As I was writing, Doc walked off into the hall and I heard him laugh, I knew he thought it was funny.

So if you see me standing in line better watch what you ask me and are prepared for my answer. I have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.

What's For Dinner

"So how much did you eat?" I asked my poor brat as I held up a tablespoon 
of Pepto-Bismol.

He winkled his nose at me but open his mouth, swallowing the pink liquid. Then he grabbed the 

glass of water I handed to him and drank it down. 

"Won the Bratwurst eating contest." He showed me a blue ribbon for first 
place then he pulled a white paper out of his jeans pocket and counted out "25 

pretzels." I helped him pull off his jeans. 

"Four sodas," he told me as I help him to bed. "Two cotton candies, three Carmel apples, a couple of funnels cakes, a few corn dogs," he said he laid back, 
snuggling down into the warm blankets. 

"I know Brett snuck you beer," I told him.

He gave me a sheepish smile and held up two fingers. 

"Rest my love," I told him as I pulled the blanket and tucked him in, kissed his forehead and turn to leave. 

"Doc," He whispered as I got to the door.
 
"What Brat?" I asked.
 
"What's for dinner?" 

Summer Rainstorm

Warning all mistakes are mine.

It's been hot as hell here lately! My brat and I were sitting on the sofa trying to stay cool by  fan,since the AC had stopped working. All of a sudden, the lights flickered, and we heard the roll of thunder. Then the skies opened up and the  rain began to fall.


My brat jumped to his feet and went running toward the front door. As he swung it open, his face  lit up.





"It's raining!" he shouted at me, as he made a bee-line toward the front yard.

"What are you doing?" I yelled after him, grabbing the blanket off the back of 

the sofa and following him out the door, all in one fast move.

"I love playing in the rain," he told me, dancing around with his face and arms 

held up toward the sky.

"Yes, my love,but maybe you should play naked in the rain in the back yard," I 

told him, wrapping him in the blanket before the neighbors got an eye full or 

called the police.

Ouch

                                                              
                                                                     
I came home a week early from the medical conference. I was supposed to be gone
two weeks but the building we were in had an unexpected problem. A water line
had exploded in the basement and it was going to take about a week or two to
fix. We were rescheduled to come back at another time to finish.

When I walked into the house my boy was in a white t-shirt that was too big and
shorts.

"C'mere," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him close to me. Kissing him
hard, I pushed him up against the wall. Like I said I'd been gone a week; and
week without my boy was way too long.
He kissed me back just as passionately.

My hands roamed his body and found the end of his shirt. Before he could take a
full breath, I had it off. Capturing his mouth again, my thumbs raked over his
nipples and tugged the nipple ring he wore. He moaned as my mouth moved to his
neck. I sucked at the point right below his ear, where I knew it would drive
him wild. As he quivered, my other hand gently roamed his body and found the
waistband of his shorts. With one quick jerk, they were slid to the floor.
`Commando,' I thought as I pressed him into the wall. `That's new for him.' 
When I touched his balls, he jumped as if I'd slapped him. The sound that came
from him was not pleasure but pure pain. He shoved me away from him, causing me
to stumble backwards.

"What the hell?" I asked in surprise.

"Sorry, it hurts," My boy told me with tears running down his cheeks. He tried
to push away from me, but with his shorts around his ankles he stumbled. He hit
the floor before I could catch him. At his blood curdling scream, I dropped to
my knees and grabbed my boy.

Even in my arms, he rocked back and forth and moaned, "It hurts. Oh fuck, it
hurts."

Any thoughts of sex I'd had flew right out the widow.

"Babe what hurts?" I asked.

He shook his head but didn't say anything.

He cried out as I gave his bare hip a firm smack.

"What hurts?" I asked again, ignoring his pitiful look.

"My spot," He said.

"Your spot?" I asked confused. I have heard him call it a lot of things but "my
spot" was never one of them. He rolled over and buried his face into my folded
legs and whimpered. "Ok. Up you get," I said. Picking him up, I carried him
into the kitchen and laid him on the table.

"Doc! We eat on this." He said and tried to get up.

As soon as I gave his ass another swat, he stopped.

"Open your legs." I ordered.

He shook his head instead of following my demand. Swatting him harder only made
him lock his knees together more tightly.
"Fine. We play hard ball," I said. I went to the drawer that was our catch
all, and found the only thing that my boy will scream and run from.

I held out the flat wooden spoon and waved it at him. His eyes grew huge. But
with the threat, he slowly opened his legs for me to see what the hell was
hurting him so bad.

At first I couldn't see what was wrong. His cock and his scrotum look fine. At
my look of bafflement, he very carefully lifted up his sack. There at the spot
right under his sack, he was red and swollen. Sure signs of infection.

"Riley! Why the hell would you want that pierced?" I asked him. It was hot to
the touch, and my boy almost jumped off the table when I gently ran my hand over
the area.

"I was told it's called a pleasure piercing. That when your partner plays with
it; your climax will be out of this world." He said, keeping his eyes firmly on
the ceiling.

"Boy, if you have to add something to your body to have an amazing climax during
sex then I am doing something wrong." I started to give him a sharp slap to the
inner thigh, but since we'd be making a trip to the ER, I didn't want any marks
on him that would cause anymore embarrassment than he would already have.

"Get your shorts on." I ordered. As he hobbled away from me, I saw the red hand
prints from the earlier swats were starting to fade. I hoped to shout by the
time we got seen by the ER doctor they would be gone.

Once in the emergency unit, the wait was unbearable for my boy. He was up and
down scrumming around like a five year old. Even though they knew me, it cut no
ice. He was not an emergency patient so he could wait. Finally after hours, he
sat down and laid his head on my shoulder.

He let out a sigh, and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We'll work it out." I pulled him into a hug; the waiting room was all
but empty.

"Riley Richardson." A nurse finally called from the double doors. As we walked
toward her, she step back and let us in. "Sorry for the wait, but we had a few
GS come in. We were all busy," She said.

"GS, huh?" My boy asked me.

"Gun Shots," I explained.


"Ok, now what's seems to be the problem," She asked him. I'd never seen anyone
turn so red, so fast.

"You tell her," He pleaded.

I told her what was going on using medical lingo hoping it wouldn't sound as
bad. She just smiled, handed us a sheet, and gave the standard, "Everything off
from the waist down."

"Yes ma'am," Riley said. After the nurse left, I help him get his shorts off
and lay on the gurney. Just as I covered his legs, there was a tap on the door
and an older man walked in.

"Robert, it's been a long time," He said looking at me.

`Oh god,' I thought when I looked up and saw Dr. Peters. He was a little
know-it-all, and a pompous ass back in one of our surgical classes.

"Hello, Dr Peters," I said as I held out my hand.

"Now who's this?" He asked shaking my hand.

"My partner, Riley," I said shortly.

"So, what's seems to be the problem tonight?" He asked.
He only gave me a look, and then smiled as I repeated what I'd told the nurse.
After a brief examination, he turned to me and said, "As you know, it is
infected and swollen."

`No shit,' I thought but asked aloud, "Can it be taken out?" In his pompous way
he gave an explanation only another health professional would understand of why
it couldn't be removed. After writing out a prescription for antibiotics, he
left the room.

"What did he say?" My boy asked.

"Long explanation short, you're extremely swollen and infected. If we remove it
now, the end of the ring could scrap the inside and cause more problems. So it
stays there until the swelling goes away; that should be another week or two. So
my sweet boy, no sex, or playing of any kind until it is healed." I told him.

"Sorry, they told me it would get sore, and it would be healed within two
weeks." He said with tears in his voice.

"So you did this the day I left?" I asked him. He nodded yes.
All my thoughts went out the door when the nurse came in holding a small tray. I
knew what was going to happen. I also knew my boy was not going to be happy.
Half an hour later we were on our way home, my boy was half asleep from the shot
of pain medication. He was all the way out by the time we go home.

I carried him to our bedroom and laid him on the bed. I stripped my own clothes
off and climbed in beside him. Once in bed, I pulled him close to me. He rolled
over and placed his leg over my hip.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear and then went back to sleep.

"I love you too, brat. But you will not like what's coming," I whispered to my
sleeping brat.

Our own primary care doctor laughed when I called the next day to make a follow
up appointment. It was decided that in order to keep the infection under
control, he would see Riley every three days.
When Riley told his doctor that he'd actually had one of his buddies' brothers
do it at home and not in a shop, I almost lost it there. I got a look from his
doctor that just told me to cool my heels or leave. I took a deep breath and
calmed down. I wanted to be a support for Riley, to let him know that I was
there for him.
After the final appointment, when Riley's doctor had declared him fit, I pulled
the car into the garage, and turned off the engine.

"Go to the den and think about all that has happened," I told him. I held up my
hand to stop any fight from him as he opened his mouth to speak. "Den. Think" I
said firmly.

He undid his seatbelt and the look he gave me was his best impression of a
sad-eyed puppy. It didn't work. I was upset and he knew it. He also knew that
when I sent him to the den it was serious. And when I said to think, I meant I
better find him in his corner thinking.

When I walked into the den, my boy was standing in his corner, his T-shirt
hanging just below his ass cheeks. How his mom ever kept clothes on him when he
was growing up was beyond me.

Keeping an eye on him, I went to my desk. He shivered when he heard me pull out
the drawer. He knew what was in there. After retrieving what I needed, I slid
it shut. I grabbed the two bottles of water I brought with me over to the sofa
and slid the paddle behind the cushion as I sat down.

"Come here, luv," I called out to him. When he turned, I held my arms open and
soon had my boy wrapped in my arms. When he had folded his body onto my lap, I
kissed the top of his head.

"Do we need to go into detail why you are going to be spanked and then paddled?"
I asked him. He shook his head no. "Then let get this over with so we can put it
behind us."

I helped him lie across my lap. I made sure his front half was supported by the
sofa, and his feet touched the floor. When he was in position, I lifted my leg
just a bit. I heard him whimper. He and I knew this wasn't going to be easy.
The spanking was one of the hardest I'd ever given him. He was crying hard by
the third swat. After the paddling was over, I maneuvered us both so that he was
resting on me, without causing him anymore pain.

With one arm tightly wrapped around him, the other gently rubbed his back. I
whispered softly to him to get him to calm down. It took a long time to get him
to settle down, but that was alright we had all the time in the world. After a
while he rubbed his face into my shirt and reached for a bottle of water. He
downed it in one go and then shifted around so he was snuggled deep into my
chest.

"Are you hungry?" I asked even though I already knew the answer. Just as I
suspected, he shook his head no. The ticking of the clock, and his hiccups were
all I heard for about a half hour.

"Can we have Chinese?" he finally asked.

"Of course," I said and quickly reached for the phone. I dialed from memory and
ordered what I knew he would eat. I think the one reason he liked to eat Chinese
after a harsh punishment, was because he could snuggle up on me and I'd feed
him. After I hung up, I kissed him and said, "Go shower; make sure you wash well
down there."

"I get to keep it?" He asked.

"Well, you do want to see if the rumors are true." I told him.

Ready

It was cold and I was dog tired. It'd been a busy day at the clinic I work at.
Why is it everyone and their brother wait until Friday afternoon to been seen
when they're sick? And the bad thing was I'd promised my boy I would take him to
his favorite Italian restaurant since he had done so well on his studies this
quarter. Now, it so late there no way we could go

When I arrived home the house was dark, I could see a flicker of light through
the curtains. Locking my car, I trudged toward the house. Now don't get me
wrong, I'm very excited to see my brat after a long day at work, I just didn't
want to hear the complaining tonight.

When I entered the house, it was dark except for the flicker of the fire place.
The house was warm and cozy. In front of the fire place was our queen size air
mattress. I felt soft lips on my neck.

"The powers out. Here let me help you out of these." My boy's voice was behind
me as his arms came around and undid my belt.

He stepped around me, his mouth met mine, we kissed as he undid my buttons for
me. His mouth found my nipples, he left butterfly kisses across my chest to the
next nipple. He moved down my body. The pants were next. My hard cock popped
out just as soon as the pants were off my hips. My boy took me into his mouth
and brought me to a fast and hard climax in moments.

He took me by my hand and pulled me onto the mattress with him. My mouth found
his. I could taste myself on his tongue. Our tongues danced for a few minutes. I
was hard again, and I eagerly tried to get him to open his legs, so I could
enter him.

"Not ready." He said, pushing me off him, "Lay down," he ordered.

I gave him a look, "Please."

I did what he wanted. He straddled my butt and I felt warm oil run being poured
onto my back. I purred when he started to massage my shoulders. As he worked his
way down, I could feel his hard cock press against my ass.

"Um, babe." I mumbled.

"I know. I won't." He told me as he moved down my leg.

He took a warm towel and removed the excess oil. He patted my hip.

"Roll over," he whispered. This time he rubbed my legs then worked his way up
to my belly. I gasped as he massaged my balls, then his thumbs flicked across my
nipples.

I quivered.

He spun around so his back was to me. `This was new', I thought as he straddled
my cock. I watched as he lowered himself, his hand slipping down to oil my hard
cock. heard the sharp intake of breath when it passed the tight ring.

When he was ready he laid back, his back on my chest, he moved a little, then
again, this time his body tremble, and I knew he'd found the right spot. He took
my hands and placed them on his hips. His mouth was close to my ear. "Now I'm
ready." he said, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and began to move.

You

Warning: All mistakes are mine.

I felt something lightly touch my leg, the soft feeling moved up, and circled my navel and then lightly brushed my groin. Soft fingers gently touched my flaccid cock, which soon became awake and aroused. I heard a soft giggle as soft moist lips touched my nipple, gently taking it into the owners mouth, the tip of a tongue lightly touches it making my body shiver with delight, all while fingers move up and down my naked body. A body pressed hard against mine as a hard cock rubbed against my thigh. Fingers gently played with my lips, I kissed them as they passed.

"Brat what do you want?" I asked with lust as he straddled my body.

"You" He answered his mouth meeting mine I wrapped my arms around him, rolling over to trap his body under  mine, his legs came around my waist, I guided my hard dripping cock into his slick opening and pushed. "Oh yes," He gasped. Our mouths met once again.

World Peace In The Brat Circle

When my Brat came home late Saturday afternoon, he looked somewhat confused. He gave me a smile. He didn't have that rough and tumbled look; no skinned knees or busted lip, no scraps or bruises like he usually does when he's been hanging out with his skater buddies.

"What's wrong?" I asked, handing him a glass of ice tea.

"Nothing," he responds, taking the tea and taking a drink of it.

"Did you and your friends have a disagreement?" I asked. He told me once that they were no longer 12; they didn't have fights, they had disagreements that usually ended up with a bloody nose or busted lip or just plain bang up.

"No we're alright, everything's fine," he said, giving me a tea kiss and heading down the hall to the bathroom.

I smiled. 'Oh wow, there's world peace with the brats today. I wonder how long it will last?' I thought as I also took a drink of ice tea.

What Was Is Now No Longer

Warning: No spanking. Just a Top getting the wits scared out of him.

All mistakes are mine.

Traffic was at a dead stop; someone said there had been a bad accident at the intersection. I parked my car where I could, and got my medical bag. I figured that since I am a doctor, I might be able to help out. I got out of the car, and walked half a block, and saw total chaos all around; one car was on its side in the middle of the intersection.

A police officer was trying to keep the foot traffic away from the area, and I could smell gas and hot oil.

I showed him my medical work tag, and he let me through. When I saw the car that was smashed into the light pole, my heart stopped in mid-beat! I knew that car! The thought of me helping went out the window; I needed to find the driver of that car.

The blood on the windshield made me sick to my stomach. I stopped another officer, and told him who I was looking for. He gave me a worried look, and pointed to a small group of people. The person I was looking for was sitting on the grass by a wall. He was holding a yellow shock blanket around him tightly, and had a blood-soaked bandage taped to his forehead; he looked as white as cotton.

I asked the EMT his status, and was told that he was very lucky that all he got was a few cuts and burses; those old cars don't have the safety stuff the newer ones have.

The driver looked up at me, as tears started to fall, and his bottom lip did the little quiver thing it does. He gave me a weak smile, and held out his arms as I dropped to my knees, and gently pulled him to me. I held him in my arms and, as his head rested on my shoulder, all I could do was whisper softly in his ear that he was fine and alive; everything would be ok.

His body was shaking, and because he could no longer hold onto his emotions, he let them out.

"I'm sorry about the car," he told me.

The car. I'd forgotten all about the car. I looked over at it. My mint condition `63 corvette convertible was no longer what it once was; it was now just a hunk of twisted metal.

"It's just a car," I told him, giving him a kiss to the forehead.

End.

Top's School

 Warning all mistake are mine,

My Brat was going to be off for a four day weekend and we were trying to figure out where to go when I saw this Email pop in to my box. Since the subject caught my eye I just had to open it and read the follow:

Tops, do you need a refresher course on how to handle your Brat? Have new problems come to surface that you are unable to handle? Time outs don't work anymore? Then come see us at The Top TOP(s) School. Come for a free weekend to see if this may be the answer all your problems. There are plenty of play rooms and activities available to keep your brat(s) occupied during your orientation.

Classes to include:

1. Eye Brow Raising

2. Lie Detection

3. Quite LOOKING

4. Taping the handle of a paddle

5. Bed time setting

6. Your home is safer without doors that lock.

7. Tantrum meltdown correction (part one and the advance course).

8. The proper way to bare a bum.

9. Instruments to avoid, instruments to have.

10. Computer time outs

11. Creative Punishments

12. Proper Corner stance.

And many, many more classes.

We will have many Brat or Tops guest lectures. There will be signups for Advance Class

So if you are a TOP who needs a refresher course in how to handle your Brat(s) CALL NOW and reserve you space.

1 800 BAREBUT That's 1-800-327 3989. Or Email us at www.topsclass.edu./reservation

Call Now and get your FREE Lexan Paddle with paid reservations We take all major credit cards, must be over twenty one to enroll.

I heard the door slam, shut shaking my head I picked up the phone and punched in the number.

"Yes I would like to reserve a seat," I told the voice who answered the phone. As I waited to be connected to the right the right party I forward the message to a few other TOPs that could benefit from this.

The Unexpected Move

 Warning: Sexual Harassment remember readers you don't have to put up with it..oh yeah and all mistake are mine.

I know Doc usually writes this, but I thought I'd give it a hand, being as I am bored out of my skull at the moment. You see, Doc and I had been dating for several months, and he had asked me to move in with him more than once.  

I thought since he lived in the next town, and I lived in student housing, just down the block from the school and I didn't own a car, it would be more convenient if I just stayed put. After I finished my program, then I would move in with him.

I was on the phone with Doc when I got to the door of my apartment. If you could call it that; it was a one room apartment with a bath the size of a small closet, which consisted of a toilet, sink and corner shower.

Anyway, there was a note on the door telling me that Mr. Lodi, the manager, wanted to see me. So, I turned around and headed down to his apartment, still talking to Doc. I gave the man's door a hard couple of raps.

"Come in! Mr. Lodi shouted. As I open the door, I could smell stale cigarettes and beer. "You rent was due last week," he told me, not even looking up to see who it was.

"Our agreement was I pay for three months when I get my student loan." I reminded him. Doc was still on the line with me.

"Well, when is it supposed to be in?" He asked in a rough voice.

"Not sure. You know the government." I told him. I was about ready to ask Doc if I could get the money from him and give it back to him, when.

"We can take it out on trade," Lodi told me, dropping his hand down to his zipper and slid it down.

 I almost puked.

"No," I told him. I guess he didn't see the blue light on my head set.

"Then you owe me five hundred by Friday." He snapped at me.

"Five hundred?" I yelled. "My rent is 200 a month!" I yelled at him. I'd forgotten that Doc's ear was close to my mouth. I heard a "behave."

"Yeah, your rent just went to three-hundred a month, and now you have to pay for cable/internet, that will be a hundred, and since you use water, garbage and sewer; that's a hundred more. SO add it up. Five hundred dollars," he said, snapping his fingers at me.

"Now wait a minute. You are telling me you will let me live here for free if I give you a simple blow job?" I asked him. I could hear Doc growl over the phone.

"No stupid! I want full use of that nice body of yours, that sexy mouth, your tight ass anytime I want it." He tried to give me a sexy smile, but with missing teeth and the remaining ones rotten, it looked nasty. I did everything possible to keep from barfing on him. I swallowed the nasty taste in my mouth.

"Did you get that Doc?" I asked as I put my finger on my head set, which made it to a speaker head set.

"Yeah baby I did. And so did Larry," he told me.

I mouth, "my lawyer".  I smile as the color drained from Mr. Lodi face.

"Get your stuff together. We're on our way," Doc ordered.

I smiled, nodded to Mr. Lodi, and walked out the door.

"Now wait a minute, kid. You got it all wrong!" He yelled after me.

"No I didn't. What you did is called sexual harassment. I don't have to put up with it." I walked down the hall to my room.

To make a very long story short, I moved in with my Doctor, and Larry filed sexual harassment charges on Mr. Lodi. I won but not a lot, because the man had nothing, just his pride and joy, an older soft tail Harley Davidson which I ride back and forth to school now.

Doc had a few major rules when I moved in with him. One was to do all my school work before bed time, so that it wouldn't be hanging over my head in the morning.

We talked about a Discipline relationship. I thought he was nuts at first, but when I found out he was dead serious, I stopped laughing and listened to him. I tell you, I was not all that keen on being grounded, shivered at the thought of getting my bare-ass spanked, or paddled, let alone writing lines or essays on the safety of whatever I did at the time, but it works for us. What's that old saying? If it works keep using it. We're still using it.

 Ok, got to go. He just drove up and I'm not supposed to be on the computer today. I'm kind of grounded, that's the reason I am bored out of my skull. Ok, catch you later, bye.

The Ugly Carpet

When I walked into the house I could smell an odd smell. I wasn't sure what it was.

"When do you expect him home," I heard a voice coming from down the hall.

"Not until 6 or so." I heard my Brat reply. Of course I followed the voice until I came into the small room that was used for a study and an all-purpose room. My Brat's friend looked at me with wide eyes.

"Ummm," the boy stammered.

I jerked my head toward the door.

"Bye! Got to get," he said and shimmied out the door, skirting pass me on his way out.

My brat turned around and looked at me.

"Hey Doc." He came over and gave me a big kiss. "What you think?" He asked all smiles.

As I glanced around I saw that the room was totally empty. The only thing that was still in there were the drapes that hung from the widows. The six months old carpet was replaced with a dark oak floor. Which, I had to admit was quite nicely done.

"The carpet was only six months old." I told him as I pulled him into a hug, kissing the side of his head.

"It was ugly!" He said returning the kiss I had given him.

"You and your friend did an excellent job," I said. As I held him to me, I could feel his stance change with the praise.

"It does look nice," He said with pride in his voice.

"Yes it does. Did you think about who would be cleaning this before you ripped out the carpet?" I asked.

When he didn't respond to the question I knew he hadn't.

"Since a hardwood floor has to have special care and cleaning this will give you something new to do when in trouble." I told him. My brat's head hit my shoulder with a soft thud .

"I don't care the carpet was still ugly!" he said.

The Corner

Warning all mistake are mine.

"Now what mister-knows-it-all?" my boy asked me, looking at me with his arms crossed and glaring at me.

"Hush," I swatted him and looked around. I had no idea what to do now. It was my ideal to polish the floors.  Ry would start at one corner of the living room and I would start at another. My plan was to meet at the kitchen door, not where we now stood.

"And of all corners to get trapped in," Ry snapped at me. He spun around so we were back to back. I heard him thump his head against the wall.

"Ry, I had no idea we'd end up in a corner," I told him and that was the only corner in the house that the windows don't open, `What the hell went wrong? I had it all plain out in my head,' I thought as I looked around and went over everything step by step.

"What are we going to do for an hour in a corner?" he asked me with another thump to the wall.

The sun beamed in to the window. It was not too hot or cold. No one could see us as the windows looked out in to the side yard and the house next to us was empty and the fence was six feet high.

"I have an Idea," I told him as I took off my shorts and hung them on the blinds.

"On no, not another… " he stopped in mid-sentence and smiled.  "Ohh," he sang out, as I kissed his neck and rubbed my hardness into his backside. "The windows are open.”

"No problem, "I told him and pulled him down to the floor with me.

Hush

"Brat, where are you?" I yelled as I came out of the house into the back yard.

"HUSH" I heard him tell me. At first I got angry. 'How dare he,' I thought as I stepped off the step.

My anger turned quickly when I saw him on his knees, holding out a pancake to a very small black and white kitten.

"You'll scare it." he said in a whisper.

To Brat or Not To Brat

Shakespeare Challenge.

Warning all mistake are mine.

My brat head was on my shoulder we were laid out on the sofa chest to chest. His long legs were between mine. My one arm held him tight to me as the other hand gently rub his bare back to get him to calm down; his bottom was still a lovely shade of red, from the spanking he got not that long ago. I whispered softy to him to get him to settle down some. His snot, tears and saliva soak my shirt but I didn’t care as long as he knew I still loved him. I could still see a few hand prints on the back of his legs. I kissed his forehead he looked at me.

“We’re good?” He asked with a shaky breath as he rubbed his face into my shirt.

“Always” I told him giving him a one arm hug kissing his forehead again “Did you learn anything from this?” I asked I always do sometimes I get an answer, sometimes I get a shrug. This time I felt him nod into my chest. “What?”

“When to brat and not to brat,” he told me giving me a silly smile.

Skinny Dipping

Waning: All mistakes are mine, and maybe a swat or two.
Special Thank you Natasha for betaing for me.


“Oh come on, it will be fun.” My brat wiggled closer to me.

“No,” I told him, giving him a light smack on his bare butt.

“You’re a spoil sport,” He whined and rolled over onto his beach towel.

I could hear the other young men running past us and splashing into the water, “Go,” I told him giving his ass a firm but not a hard swat.

He gave me a smile and a kiss on the cheek and was gone before I could change my mind. I smiled as I watched is well toned ass run away from me. 

“Be careful,” I yelled after him. 

He turned and waved, blowing random kisses at me and the crowd. His body parts bounced as he ran backwards. 

I smiled again; it’s not every day that we go skinny dipping in the ocean.