Author’s Note: This story fills the bingo square for ‘over the knee’ in the ‘Holiday Bingo Challenge’ over at the LJ group ‘spanking_world’. It’s also filling the following prompt from ‘cookielaura’: The New Normal, David/Bryan It's their first Christmas with the baby, and Bryan wants everything to be perfect, so he goes way over the top with presents etc. and David has to step in. (OTK please :))
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, and I’m not making any money from this story.
Warning: Consensual disciplinary spanking of an adult.
As a doctor, David wasn’t the kind of person who could just take off work on a whim, so he’d spent the past week carefully planning and rearranging his schedule so that he could surprise his husband, Bryan, with a shopping trip. Their son, Sawyer, had been born seven months ago, and since then Bryan had become the most loving, reliable, and doting father that David had ever seen.
After the initial three-month paternity leave that they’d both taken, David had reluctantly gone back to work while Bryan stayed home with Sawyer, and worked here and there as a consultant producer via cell phone when his show needed help. Now their son’s first Christmas was three weeks away, and both of them were buzzing with excitement as the day approached.
David grinned as he drove home, imagining Bryan’s expression when he walked through the front door on a Tuesday at noon. They’d been planning to do the bulk of their Christmas shopping together this coming Saturday when Goldie could babysit for them, but neither of them were particularly looking forward to the crowds. So David had arranged this afternoon instead, and Grandma Jane was expecting little Sawyer to arrive at her house in roughly half an hour.
Still smiling, David parked in the driveway, and went to find his husband so they could go pick the perfect gifts for their son. He opened the door, and called out, "Honey, I’m home," as he shut it.
There was a scrambling noise, and when David walked into the living room, he saw Bryan jump up from the floor. David’s smile slowly faded when he saw Bryan’s guilty puppy face, and took in the scene. More than thirty festively wrapped boxes were littered across the living room floor, and three tiny outfits and four toys sat at Bryan’s feet waiting to be wrapped. David crossed his arms, sighed, and gave his husband a seriously displeased frown.
"It’s not what it looks like?" Bryan said hopefully, wringing his hands.
David glanced at Sawyer, who was sound asleep in the playpen beside the couch, and went over to the kitchen counter to turn on the baby monitor. Then he walked up to Bryan who was now fidgeting, blushing, and biting his lip. David held out his hand, raised an eyebrow, and stared his husband down. It took a few seconds, but Bryan eventually grasped the offered hand, and David gently towed him down the hall to their bedroom.
Once the bedroom door was shut, David walked them to the bedside table, turned on the baby monitor receiver, and then went to sit on the corner of their bed. He pushed on Bryan’s hip to get him to stand directly in front of him between his open legs, and said, "We talked about this."
"I know we did, but I just…" his eyes darted to the floor, "…I saw the cutest outfit online and… then there was a hat that went with it and… it was a downward spiral from there."
"Was that all of it, or is there more?" David asked.
Bryan winced and his eyes went to his side of their closet.
Sighing, David said, "Stay here," and went to inspect the damage. Stacked on the floor of the closet were at least thirty more boxes. "Oh, honey," he said with disappointment.
"I’m sorry," Bryan said softly.
Nodding, David went back and sat on the corner of the bed. He reached out and started undoing Brian’s designer slacks. "It’s all going to charity."
David’s eyes snapped up and pinned Bryan with a stern glare. "Every. Last. Box."
"That’s not fair," Bryan whined.
David peeled the tight slacks down to Bryan’s knees and said, "Do you want to be the father of the kid who has so many toys that he’s never even opened half of them?"
David pushed the Calvin Klein’s down as well. "Do you want our son to have a new outfit every day so that he can’t possibly appreciate anything he has?"
"Well…" Bryan hedged, clearly not opposed to that idea.
Exasperated, David maneuvered the slightly larger man over to one side, and said, "Over my knee," while pulling at one of Bryan’s wrists.
"Okay, we’ll take it all to charity," Bryan said in a panicked rush, while remaining upright.
"Yes we will, just as soon as I’m done spanking you." David gently pulled at Bryan’s wrist again.
Bryan pulled back and shook his head. "You don’t have to. I promise I won’t buy anything else without you, David. Please."
"I’m sorry, honey, but this is happening," David said quietly. He kept a hold of Bryan’s wrist and put his other hand on his husband’s naked hip. "Spanking for overindulging our son wasn’t my idea, it was yours. You asked me to help you curb this tendency for Sawyer’s sake, and you made me promise to follow through no matter what you said or did once the moment was at hand. It took five days of hounding me and repeatedly telling me all the reasons this would work for you before I agreed, so if you think you’re going to talk me out of it at this point, you’re wrong. You can put yourself over my knee, or I’m going to put you there. Which is it going to be?"
"I don’t want a spanking," Bryan said, practically in tears.
"I know, and I don’t want to spank you. That’s what makes it effective, according to you." David gave his husband’s wrist a solid tug this time, and the bigger man fell across his lap with a gasp.
David wrapped an arm around Bryan’s waist to hold him securely in place. Brian wiggled slightly, undoubtedly trying to find a comfortable position with his hands on the floor near the foot of their bed, his toes on the floor on David’s side of the bed, and his vulnerable backside up in the air waiting.
David rubbed his hand on Bryan’s lower back and said firmly, "You promised me that you wouldn't buy any gifts for our son without my approval. You clearly broke that promise. At least sixty times over by my calculations."
"I’m sorry," he whimpered, sounding truly sincere.
"I know you are." With those words, David lifted his hand, and landed a solid slap on the right side of his husband’s rear end.
"Ah!" Bryan cried out loudly.
David knew that yelp had been a mix of shock and nervous anticipation rather than pain, and put a matching slap on the left side.
"Ow." Bryan whined softly, sounding pitiful and sorry for himself all at once.
Spanking at a methodical pace, David made sure each harsh slap landed exactly where he wanted it to land. It wasn’t about overwhelming his husband with rapid fire pain, it was about giving his husband time to fully work through all that Catholic boy guilt that was hiding in the recesses of his brain for breaking his promise.
Bryan didn’t take it stoically or quietly. He babbled apologies, promises of good behavior, and sincere regret for his misdeed interspersed with soft exclamations of pain as his bottom turned pink. When none of his begging swayed David’s hand, Bryan tried to wiggle away from the increasing pain. And when he found himself held fast, the cries of pain went up a notch in volume, and the begging and pleading continued at double time.
"Please, David. Ow! I promise I won’t buy anything else. Ow! Even if it’s really spectacular… Ow! I’ll wait until you approve it. Owww! David please, I swear I’ve learned my lesson. Ah! Please stop! I’m sorry! Ow! David Pleeease!"
David paused, and rubbed his hand gently over the stinging pink skin. He heard sniffling, and saw his husband’s shoulders start to shake. He’d been planning on six more, but he simply couldn’t force himself to do it now that Bryan was in tears.
"Okay," David said gently. "All done. You’re forgiven."
Bryan cried even harder at those words, so David pulled on his shoulder. "Come on, we’re going to cuddle on the bed for a few minutes."
Bryan easily followed where David’s guiding hands led him, and soon David was lying on his back on the bed with Bryan lying partially on top of him and crying into his chest. David held him close, rubbed a hand up and down his back and murmured soothing things like, "It’s going to be okay," and "I love you," and "You take all the time you need."
Once his tears had slowed down, Bryan reached back to rub his still naked rear end, and pouted. "That really hurt, David."
Refusing to feel guilty, David ran his hand through Bryan’s hair and kissed his forehead. "Yeah, and you really deserved it. Sixty presents, Bryan? Seriously? He’s seven months old! He doesn’t even know what a present is yet."
Still pouting, Bryan said, "I know, but he’ll only be this little for so long, and there are so many outfits I want to see him in. Can’t we just keep a few of them?"
Finding it extremely difficult to say no to his husband, David sighed. "No. I’m sorry, but you can’t keep even one, because you bought them behind my back."
Fresh tears welled up in Bryan’s eyes, but he nodded in understanding and acceptance.
David leaned in and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Do you know why I came home early?"
Bryan’s eyes opened a bit wider, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to him yet. "No. Why?"
"I wanted to surprise you with a shopping trip."
"I’m sorry," Bryan whispered sincerely. "I didn’t mean to ruin your surprise."
"Hey, you didn’t ruin anything. We both know that this…" David gestured towards Bryan’s ass, "…was inevitable as soon as you bought that first gift. I’m glad I found out now rather than later. This would have sucked even more if I’d found out on Christmas day."
Bryan shuddered at that thought.
"But now we’ve taken care of it, and it’s not going to happen again anytime soon, is it?"
"No," Bryan said emphatically.
"So let’s put it behind us, and we can still go on that shopping trip."
David saw the sparkle back in his husband’s eyes and nodded. "We’re taking everything you bought to a donation center first, but after that… yeah, we can go shopping. And if you happen to find the same outfit again, and you can talk me into agreeing that it’s one of the five presents we’re going to give Sawyer this year, then we can get it."
"Five!" Bryan squawked, clearly appalled by the low number.
"Five," David reiterated firmly, while gently swatting his spouse’s sore behind. "And only five.
Hissing and squirming, Bryan immediately said, "Okay, okay. Five."
"Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement." David rubbed the spot he’d swatted and said, "Go clean up and get ready. Grandma Jane is expecting Sawyer anytime now."
David watched his husband get up and walk to the bathroom rubbing his pink bottom. Once the door closed, David took a deep breath of relief, happy to have the hard part over with, and went to go check on their sleeping bundle of joy.
(Feedback makes me happy.)
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