Eric and Adam.

Jo McCarthy

aka Jingles.

For Frank who wanted to see how it worked.

Eric/Adam

Warnings - Spankings hand only.

Thanks to Claw. All mistakes are mine.

All comments welcomed,

"How do I get myself into things like this?" Adam
wondered as he sat on the toilet with the seat down,
looking at the closed, locked bathroom door.

"Adam, I'm waiting and I'm getting sick and tired of
it." Eric was not noted for his patience, especially
where his brat was concerned. "We need to discuss
this habit you have of getting into fights."

Adam scowled at the door, touching his black eye
gently and wincing as he did so. "It's not a habit.
And I'm not coming out unless you promise not to spank
me."

Eric sighed. "That's not our agreement and you know
it," he retorted.

Eric and Adam had met in a tutorial, almost a year
before. Adam was a first year and Eric a third year,
taking the course for pure interest's sake. It was
not long before they'd started dating and finally
moved into a house together closer to the University.
It was then that Eric had explained that he intended
to be the head of the household, or as modern parlance
put it, the Top.

Adam knew all about Tops and Brats; he'd read plenty
on the internet over the years. He'd always identified
with the Tops in those stories. He turned to Eric.
"I'm not a Brat."

"I know," Eric replied calmly. "You are a loose
cannon. You miss more lectures than I can count and I
have bailed you out of jail two times in the
last month. Then last night the Sergeant at the desk
said you were a punch away from being charged with
GBH."

Adam went slightly pale at this. He had no idea he was
even close to being formally charged.

"I want to help you out," Eric continued with
monumental calm. "We need to discuss what problems you
have and how we can fix them."

"Why we?" Adam was frankly suspicious. Nobody ever
gave anybody something for nothing, in his experience.

"Because at the moment we are a couple. And I want to
help you because I care."

The two men had discussed the mechanics of a
discipline relationship as Eric called it. They'd
agreed that Adam had some anger management problems
and time keeping problems.

"So every time you stray off the straight and
narrow--"

"You spank me," Adam interjected, his voice somewhat
heated.

"Don't be daft." Eric was not ruffled by Adam's
interjection. "Lines are an option. I only spank if
there's a repeat offense or for actions that
endanger yourself or somebody else. For example,
fighting would mean a spanking. Missing a lecture the
first time would mean borrowing a copy of somebody
else's notes, mine for instance, and using them to
write your own notes. Miss another lecture, you write
them on a sore bottom."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to all this," Adam
groused. "But I do value our relationship and I guess
I do need someone around to hold me to account for
my actions."

It was about two weeks later when Adam got spanked for
the first time. There was a specific ritual that Eric
followed.

"Come into the study."

Adam slowly followed Eric through to the study and
stood in front of him.

"Why don't you run down the reason you're here," Eric
requested.

"I missed a god-damn lecture for the second time this
week," Adam growled "I was eating lunch with the guys
and lost track of the time, that's all." He caught
Eric's look. "I know. I know. We made an agreement and
I blew it." Adam moved to Eric's side. "Do we do this
with pants on or off," he asked awkwardly.

"First time, pants on." Eric said gently. He knew this
was hard on Adam. It went against all his instincts.
Eric had a moment of clarity. He knew he and Adam
weren't destined for a life long relationship, they
were too alike, but while they were together he'd help
the younger man out with his problems.

For a first spanking it was quite mild, but Adam
didn't think so, he felt as though his butt had been
set on fire. However he was able to sit at the table
later on and write out his notes.

It was that spanking that had led to this impasse in
the bathroom.

Adam and Eric had been at a bar, where Adam had been
buying the drinks when someone bumped into him. A
heated argument erupted about whose fault it was
and Adam had thrown the first punch. The bouncers had
moved in, but Eric had moved quicker and restrained
his partner with difficulty. When Adam realised
who was holding him he calmed right down and an icy
knot formed in his stomach. They'd left immediately.
As soon as they got home Adam had bolted straight for
the nearest and only lockable room, the bathroom.

"I don't want to be spanked." Adam realised he was
whining. "I want to renegotiate our deal."

"Fine, we'll renegotiate," Eric said calmly "Tomorrow
after we've dealt with what happened tonight. Now come
out, I'm getting sick and tired of standing out here."

Adam realised Eric was getting annoyed. If he stayed
in the bathroom much longer he'd find himself placed
in a corner while Eric calmed down. He reluctantly
unbolted the door and faced a rightly irate Top.

Eric's anger was replaced by concern when he saw
Adam's black eye. "Come into the kitchen."

Adam was confused. This wasn't in the routine. He
followed Eric into the kitchen and sighed when a bag
of frozen peas was taken out and pressed against his
aching eye. After about two minutes he reluctantly put
the peas back in the freezer.

"I guess it's time we get this over and done with," he
said and headed towards the study.

Eric smiled wryly. When Adam decided to follow a
course of action, he was hard to stop. He followed
Adam and turned him to face him. "Why are we in here?"

"Because I got into a fight and that's against the
rules." As normal, Adam actually felt calm when
admitting to his transgressions. He knew Eric could
make it right and wash away the guilt. He trusted Eric
and knew he'd survive the spanking and learn. He
hadn't missed a lecture since his last spanking.

This time Adan didn't hesitate. He lowered his
trousers and underpants and laid himself over Eric's
knee. Eric spanked steadily. This time it wasn't
mild and Adam started protesting early, then getting
no relief, gave in to tears. Then the sobs started and
his body stopped fighting. This was what Eric was
looking for. He gave the last six swats from top to
bottom and back again, slightly
overlapping.

The rest of the evening was spent with Adam lying on
the sofa, his head in Eric's lap. This ritual of
forgiveness was a important part of every
punishment.

The next morning saw Eric taking the lock off the
bathroom. Adam couldn't stop laughing. His partner was
no expert with a screw driver.

The relationship lasted about another year after the
spanking for fighting. It wasn't the last spanking,
but the frequency slowed and finally stopped
altogether. The two sat down and the decision was made
to end the relationship but maintain the friendship.
Now they could joke about things that had happened,
although Adam had a tendency to blush when his more
startling adventures were discussed.

Adam now felt much more comfortable as the Top in his
relationship with Brian. Brian, he knew, was a true
Brat, and there was never the unease which had
characterised his relationship with Eric. Adam and
Brian. Top and Brat. A perfect match.