What Did I Do?

Co-written by: A Friend and LJ


Travis threw down the damp, dirty cloth on the step beside him. “Enough is enough,” he grumbled under his breath as he leaned his head against the wall. “There must be fifty bloody miles of baseboard in this house and I am damn well not cleaning all of them.”

He turned slightly and stretched out on the stairs with his bent arms supporting his upper body and staring up at the ceiling. “Okay, so I was a little late last night…..well I guess I better make that this morning. And maybe I had one too many, but hey that happens when you’re celebrating. Besides I apologized for not calling.” He was rationalizing and knew it.

Callum had let him sleep in. Even fed him a good breakfast while not once mentioning the events that led to where Travis now found himself.

“Yeah, right!” he snorted. “Lulling me into a false state of security is what he was about.” Pushing himself up off the stairs, Travis went in search of his man.

Callum was in the music room practicing the cello again. He would get the piee right if it killed him and it very nearly was. Why the directors had decided on chamber music was beyond him. No, it really wasn’t. They were inducting another actor into the Hall and it was all so very posh; just the thing he hated most about this whole gala.

He had been going to tell Travis about it and wanted him to come along this time even though it would mean an overnight in London, when his Brat had decided to stay out late when there was a clear and defined rule about this sort of thing. Now Callum had no recourse but to punish him and if it kept up the way it was shaping up, there would be tears before bedtime.

He could hear the clomping of slippers as Travis stomped through the house and again he raised his eyes heaven ward thinking that perhaps hardwood had been a mistake in judgement. They should of gotten carpet, deep and very expensive, loose your feet in carpet; much better for stomping noises.

Sighing, he set the bow aside and called, “In here, Travis! Chained to the cello again.”

“I just wanted to let you know I’ve done with the woodwork,” Travis said, crossing his finger behind his back. ‘Or all I can possible stand to do today,’ he added silently to himself.

He slid in behind his partner and slowly massaged the tired shoulders. “I really am sorry for last night, love. I promise not to let it happen again.” Although sincere in his apology, he was rather hoping it might earn him a reprieve.

Depending on Callum’s response, Travis thought he might even tell him what he and his mates had been celebrating. Travis was nothing if not stubbornly closed-mouth if life wasn’t treating him fair.

“All of it? And so quickly! My, my, aren’t we just speedy the wonder Brat today? Shall we go and check a bit of it then?” Callum stood up and stretched. “I need to walk around anyway. I was getting cramped and then perhaps you will enlighten me on the whole sad story of why you thought it prudent to not inform me you would be late or even where you were for that matter. Rules are put in place for those who cannot remember the right thing to do, Travis. Not to keep check on you. You’re grown. I expect you to give me the common courtesies of being an equal partner and a phone call or even a text would have been appreciated.”

Callum walked to the nearest baseboard and ran a finger over it, pulling said finger away and looking at it. He turned the digit to Travis and quirked an eyebrow. "Done are you?”

“Ah, I guess I might have missed a spot or two, Callum. There’s an awful lot of it you know.” Travis glared at the tell-tale finger and turned a soulful look at his partner. “And it was a last minute thing, Callum. We were excited is all and I…..well, I didn’t mean to be thoughtless or rude.”

“Well, then I have to suggest that you start at one end and work your way around the house. The whole of the ground floor is open so there really isn’t a very good excuse for missing bits.” Callum swatted Travis’ bum for emphasis. “Now, young man, do it properly or there will be more; so very, very much more added to it and you will not be going for drinks for a long, long, long time. Now scoot!”

Callum gave Travis another lighter swat sending him on his way as he went back to the cello and glared at it. “Damn thing anyway.” The intercom beeped then and he picked up the in-house phone. After listening for a few moments, he set aside the bow again and went to find his Brat. “Lunch is in exactly twelve minutes according to Mrs. Mills. We mustn’t be late or she will dump it.” He grinned and put an arm around his partner. “I do love you, you know.”

“Lunch…and then what? Ah-ha, amnesty, maybe.” Travis’ eyes lit up at the thought and he did a little dance. Then he grabbed his head and wished he hadn’t. “Ohhh,” he moaned and sat down on the nearest chair. “Have a heart and let the rest go….please, Callum. I said it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Hate to say it but I will anyway, told you so. Drinking to excess is never a good thing the next day.” Callum laughed and reached down to help Travis back up. “Let’s go eat and then you can get back to work. After the baseboards there is a bathroom and a wet room with a big T stamped on them, just waiting for you.”

Callum knew he was being rather harsh but then he was not only a bit angry that Travis would worry him like that, but hurt too. This might serve as a reminder that he was only a button away and make sure to use it.

“I think I’ll change my name to Sam,” Travis grouched. He stole a furtive glance at his lover’s handsome face. “Are you going to stay mad for very long, Callum? I’ve got to know.” Travis never did fare too well when feeling shame or remorse.

Callum snorted out a laugh and hugged his lover close. “Imp,” he said and planted a kiss on Travis’ cheek. He stopped their forward motion when Travis asked his question and gripped both of the younger man’s shoulders in his hands. “Travis, I am not mad ‘at’ you. I am angry that you showed such little regard. It’s the action, never you. You, my love, are perfect.” Callum drew him in close. “Now if you need further assistance, we can forego lunch here and settle this matter and go for a burger in Bristol and maybe do a little browsing.”

Travis gazed into his lover’s beautiful eyes. He wrapped his arms around Callum and nestled into his shoulder. “I love you too,” he murmured. After a few moments of thinking over the offer, he settled for the trip to Bristol. “I trust Mrs. Mills isn’t going to mind us running out on her lunch.”

Callum looked deeply into Travis’ eyes and then smiled. “Alright then,” he said as he led them up the stairs and into their bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled Travis down next to him. “Why am I spanking you, Travis?”

Callum refused to punish in this way unless they were both certain as to the why of it. Many times he remembered being spanked as a child and each time his father would ask him the same question. It became ingrained and now in this relationship he did the same with his partner.

Travis had solemnly allowed the older man to lead him upstairs. He understood. They had rules and the broken ones had to be paid for. Much as he hated being spanked, he knew he’d feel better inside once it was over. He trusted Callum to fix things for him.

He leaned against Callum’s warmth and softly answered the question. “I did not let you know where I was last night or what I was doing.” He took a deep breath. “And I worried you when I came home so late.” There it was out and although he didn’t understand why, Travis felt better already.

“Okay then, up you get.” Callum helped Travis to his feet and then went to the dresser and got the hairbrush they used just for this purpose. He padded back to the bed and sat down, guiding Travis over his lap. He took a firm hold of the slender waist and as Tops everywhere do, he sucked in the deep first breath.

There was no need for further talking and Callum set about his business in a brisk manner. He laid the brush gently over every inch of Travis’ upturned bottom and then reached down to undo the button and zip, watching as he slowly unclothed his lover’s arse to him. He then gave a little shove and jeans and boxers fell to the floor. As they fell, he gripped Travis’ waist again and raised the hairbrush to land it right at the sit spot. They had danced around this for all of the morning and Callum was going to make his point clearly before he was done. Several smacks later he moved the brush to include both white cheeks which were turning an English rose red and then he moved to the upper thighs.

Travis would not be sitting comfortably for a day or so and he would remember each time what this was for.

As he spanked Travis began to wriggle a bit and he stopped long enough to grip him firmly again, bringing his Brat’s body closer to his own. He did understand the need to escape the punishing blows but that was paid no mind at all as he raised and lowered the hairbrush several more times. When the first involuntary jerks began, he paid more attention to how Travis was behaving, taking his cues from him instead of what his eyes were showing him. Once the sobs became louder, he spanked only a few more times landing the last one to each cheek, two to the sit spot and two to each upper thigh. Then he tossed the hairbrush aside and gathered his snotty, sobbing Brat into his arms and rocked him gently as he kissed the wet tear-stained face over and over.

“Shh Luv, it’s over now; wiped clean and pristine again. Shh, Baby Boy,” Callum crooned over and over knowing little of it was being heard and not caring. He so loved this young man.

Travis had compressed his lips when he saw the hairbrush being picked up. He was going to be stoic. Yes sir; that was the plan. It was the same one every time, the one that would go awry before it was over.

Settled securely across the bigger man’s lap, Travis silently berated himself for once again getting himself in this position. He groaned when his backside was bared. He didn’t stay thinking for long, nor did he stay quiet or still. He squirmed and whimpered; all to no avail as the spanks rained down.

It was only when he was crying loudly that the punishment ended and he was lifted and held tightly against a broad chest. He clutched onto Callum’s shirt and sobbed, only vaguely aware of the soothing words being spoken.

Gradually the heart-rending sobs faded. “S-sorry. Love you. I want to s-sleep now?" he hitched and was grateful for the strong arms lifting him to his side of the bed and holding him close until sleep overtook him. Lunch would wait.

The End