The Lesson

The Lesson

Posted: January 26, 2007
Title: The Lesson
Author: Terri with a wee bit of help from Decadence
Type: RPS
Characters: David/Sean
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We know neither Sean Bean nor David Wenham. We made up this story about those two lovely men.
Warnings: Well – there’s a little kink in here. Not sure exactly what you’d call it. Maybe role-playing?

Summary: David teaches Sean a lesson on obedience and trust.

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No matter how hard Davy tried, it was always difficult to convince Sean that flying home was the best option. It was more affordable. It took less time. It was more convenient.

It was also higher off of the ground than any of the other alternatives, and that was why Sean was so averse to the thought. It wasn’t that Sean refused to fly, instead, he’d fly with stoic cynicism, becoming ill and broody and rude to anyone within earshot.

With a grin, Davy remembered that 80’s American television show, The A-team. There was a particular character on the show, B.A. Baracas, who refused to fly. The writers of the show often solved the problem by having one of the other characters, usually Face, to drug him in order to get him on either a plane or helicopter.

The thought of boarding the plane in less than an hour was having its typical ‘bad attitude’ response from Sean. The tall, thin Brit was currently haranguing a security guard at the airport in Sydney, this close to getting the both of them removed from the flight.

“Sean,” Davy spoke calmly, reaching out to tug at the other blonde’s elbow.

Sean ignored him, continuing in his diatribe of ‘why the flight security system in Australia sucks big piggy wonks’. David tugged harder.

“Sean.”

His voice was sharper, lower, and held just a touch of something dangerous. It was an observation that made the security guard’s eyes widen as Sean turned to see what David wanted.

“Leave the gentleman alone and come with me.” Davy’s voice brooked no arguments, and Sean offered none as he followed his husband, albeit with a slight limp due to the recurrence of a past injury, to the loo. Davy didn’t miss the smirk on the security guard’s face.

As Sean marched into the loo, complaining now about the rudeness of Air Australia’s employees, Davy passed his hand over his own mouth, surreptitiously slipping a sedative onto his tongue.

Sean turned to see why Davy’s usual ‘be nice to others’ lecture hadn’t started yet, and was surprised as he was pressed up against the far wall in the furthest stall from the door. David’s tongue slipped into his mouth, massaging his firmly, stealing his breath as he felt his husband’s body align with his. There was a faint bitterness to David’s kiss, a fact that Sean attributed to the horrid coffee in the refreshment bar.

David’s kiss wasn’t the only thing that had a slight edge to it. He could feel the outline of a hard cock against his leg as Davy pressed him harder against the wall. The whispered, ‘I want to fuck you’ drew an answering hardness from Sean’s body.

There had been a time when Sean wouldn’t have allowed Davy to even suggest fucking him in a public restroom, but the time for reticence had long since passed. Their relationship had progressed to a level of absolute and complete trust between the two of them. Perhaps that was why there was still a bitter taste in Davy’s mouth long after he’d slipped the pill to Sean. It didn’t sit well with him that he had to drug his husband to get him to fly calmly, but if he had to, he would do it.

Sean squirmed against him, bringing him back into the moment with a vengeance as he felt the growing erection between Sean’s legs. Davy pressed one last kiss to Sean’s lips before turning him with less force then he would normally have used. Had to make some concessions for Sean’s injury, after all.

Having long since perfected the ‘one-handed disrobing magic trick’, Davy had Sean bare from knees to hips in no time flat. The packet of lube that he’d had hidden in his palm, made its presence known as two slick fingers pressed into Sean’s tight channel. The groans that fell from Sean’s swollen lips were music to Davy’s ears as he nibbled at the nape of Sean’s neck, stretching more and more until Sean was arching against him and begging him to take him.

Passing his damp fingers over his own cock, Davy pressed inside Sean, drawing matching moans from the both of them as he was fully seated in Sean’s hot body.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Davy promised, sucking at Sean’s earlobe as he lingered for a moment before moving.

Sean grunted in reply and Davy spared a feral grin for his husband’s eloquence in moments such as these. The grin fell from his face, however, as a determined scowl took its place. His hips pistoned as shocks of pleasure radiated from his tightly gripped cock upwards. The hands that held tight around Sean’s narrow hips squeezed tighter, sure to leave bruises as a reminder of Davy’s duplicity.

The thought shook Davy, and he pushed harder, reaching a hand around to Sean’s dripping cock with a new determination to bring him off before the meds could kick in and deprive him of the pleasure of their encounter. After all, Davy did want Sean to have SOMETHING good to look back on when he remembered this flight.

Sean bucked and twisted in his grasp, fucking Davy’s hand as they both grew closer. Biting Sean’s earlobe, Davy ordered, “Come,” as he spilled himself into Sean’s willing body. He could feel Sean’s release explode in his hand, and then he was scrambling as his husband collapsed in his arms.

Putting the lid on the toilet down, Davy hurriedly wiped at Sean, doing a poor job of cleaning him before pulling his jeans back up and sitting him on the toilet. Cleaning them both as best he could, he somehow managed to get Sean out of the bathroom and into a nearby wheelchair.

Settled on the flight a few moments later, Davy let the residual effects of the exertion of their encounter and the taste of the sedative lure him into a nap. The last thought that crossed his mind was of how much he loved his husband, and how much he hoped that Sean wouldn’t kill him for drugging him.

The plane touched down and made its way to the terminal. Davy roused a sleeping Sean with a gentle shake. “We’re home,” he whispered. He smiled to himself as he realized he meant just that. Up until recently the concept of home had been Australia. But now, home was no longer a specific place. Home was wherever he and Sean were ensconced together. For the moment, home was New Zealand.

~*~*~

They’d spent the last three weeks in Australia. Two of those had been planned. Davy and his siblings had organized an elaborate celebration for their parents’ wedding anniversary. Forty years and seven children were definitely milestones to be feasted. Davy’s siblings had also thrown a belated surprise wedding reception for their brother and his husband – something that Davy had not permitted when he and Sean were first married. It was an event that Sean weathered better than David had expected.

The third week away from filming had resulted from the recurrence of an injury Sean had sustained in Fiji. What had begun as a twinge here and there had grown more frequent and more intense. Finally, three days before they were to return home, Sean’s foot had become unbearably painful. The orthopedist that Davy had almost dragged him to see discovered that not all of the barbs of the urchin had been removed in the initial treatment of the wound. The foot had required out-patient surgery, a Velcro-laden walking cast and an additional week for rest and medication.

Davy tugged a bit at Sean as the flight attendant in first class indicated that they could de-plane. His husband was still quite groggy – likely a mixture of the sedative that Davy had slipped him and the last of the meds that Sean was taking for his foot. Davy’s smile became a grin. Sean’s condition wasn’t exactly accidental. Knowing Sean’s dread of flying, Davy had timed meds just right to assure that Sean would be heavily asleep throughout the flight and likely through the drive home.

He managed to rouse Sean sufficiently to get their bags and find their way to their car. Having settled his husband in the passenger seat, Davy took a circuitous route home to assure that Sean had once again drifted off to sleep. He pulled into the driveway, unloaded the bags and then woke Sean sufficiently to get him inside and into bed. Placing a soft kiss to his brow, Davy smiled. “Sleep well, baby,” he whispered. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

~*~*~

The sun peeking through the blinds woke Sean. He was a touch disoriented at first but soon realized that he was home in his own bed. A slow smile spread across his face and he reached over for Davy. The bed was empty save a note on his husband’s pillow that said simply STAY PUT.

He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. After a few moments his curiosity peaked. He’d just gotten his feet on the floor when Davy came into the bedroom.

“I told you to stay put,” Davy said with a hint of sternness in his voice. “You don’t listen.”

Sean began to protest but Davy merely shook his head.

“Even my mum had to get sharp with you to get you to follow the doctor’s orders, take your meds, and stay off of your foot . . .” He gave Sean a bit of a glare. “Does that scenario sound at all familiar, Seanie?”

Sean couldn’t for the life of him understand why he was being scolded on the first morning back home – especially when he didn’t even remember GETTING home. He only nodded dumbly in reply to Davy’s question as his eyes watched Davy’s every move. Davy seemed satisfied with his response but continued in a reprimanding tone.

“Mmmhmm, I’m sure that does sound familiar considering you heard it all in Fiji from me AND from Miss Hannah before you heard it from my mother,” Davy replied tersely. “And if I recall, I told you the first time that I thought I should give you a lesson in obedience. Do you remember THAT Sean Mark?”

Sean’s mouth felt suddenly dry. The Sean Mark told him he was in trouble. Once again he could do nothing but nod . . . more sullenly this time.

Davy sat on the bed next to his husband, crooked a finger under his chin and forced Sean to meet his eyes. “Today is lesson day, Sean Mark. You’re going to learn that there are times when you have to obey me.”

Sean couldn’t believe his ears. A LESSON? On their first day home? He was in trouble? “But Daze, I . . .” Anything he was about to say was cut short by Davy’s fingers pressing gently to his lips.

“I’ll explain everything that you need to do as we go,” Davy was telling him. “But right now, little boy, it’s time for your bath.”

David ignored the perplexed expression on Sean’s face as he tugged Sean to his feet and pulled him out of the bedroom, away from the master bathroom. He shushed Sean’s protests and continued to direct his confused spouse to the far corner of the living room towards . . .

Sean stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t remember a door there. His face scrunched in concentration and bewilderment as Davy smiled.

“I have something to show you,” Davy told him.

He steered him through the door and down a corridor that had huge windows overlooking a courtyard that Sean also didn’t remember. At the end of the corridor was a door that opened into a new room. Davy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

The room was painted a light, sunny yellow and had large windows and ample space. To the left was a bay window that framed the view of the beach and housed a rocking chair in the alcove. The far wall was occupied by a daybed and a tall dresser. A straight back chair was in the corner near a doorway on the right that led to another new room on the street side of their house. And the wall opposite the long far wall held a long, low cabinet that resembled a buffet.

Sean blinked in confusion and looked from the room to Davy and back again with a questioning expression. He found himself unable to find words to ask what he wanted to know. And Davy had said that he’d explain as they went. So Sean waited.

Davy merely chuckled at his husband’s confusion and tugged him through the doorway to their right into a new bathroom. “I told you, it’s time for your bath little boy,” Davy intoned carefully as he lead Sean further into the room.

There was no shower – only an oversized tub against one wall. The toilet was taller than most and the washbowl was sized to match. Davy turned on the taps to fill the tub before turning his attention to undressing his husband.

Something about the room made Sean feel . . . little. There was something about Davy’s touch and the way he undressed him and settled him into the bath. There was a no-nonsense manner to his husband’s actions as he was lathered and rinsed and then gently pulled to his feet. The large tub required a big step out and Davy steadied him before wrapping him in a huge bath towel. Sean allowed himself to be dried off and then brought into the new room.

Davy had been silent throughout Sean’s bath. He wanted the atmosphere to sink in. By having everything in the bath in a large scale, David had hoped to take Sean to a place where he felt more vulnerable – his little boy. And now that Sean appeared to be in that frame of mind, Davy bundled him into the large towel and took him over to the rocking chair.

He pulled Sean onto his lap and snuggled him in continued silence for a few moments until he felt Sean relax. He nuzzled Sean’s hair and tightened his arms around his body.

“This room is your surprise,” he whispered. “I had it done while we were in Australia. It’s a room for my little boy. For my Seanie.” He stopped to gage Sean’s reaction to all of this and to let the implications sink in.

“For Seanie . . . ,” Sean echoed. He buried his face in the crook of Davy’s neck for a few moments before beginning to fidget. “Need the loo,” he explained as he started to get up. But to Sean’s dismay, Davy’s arms tightened and held him fast.

Davy stood, deposited Sean on the chair and told him to wait. He ignored Sean’s whimper as he moved to the low cabinet, opened a tambour door and spread out some sort of . . . pad. Then he brought Sean over and laid him on the surface. Before Sean could ask or even speculate, Davy reached down and pulled out a nappy. He nudged Sean’s hips up and slid the diaper beneath his husband’s bum before fastening it. Sean still whimpered. “Might was well get used to it, baby,” Davy informed him. “You’ll be wearing those all day as part of your lesson.”

Sean gave him a pleading look. “You promised no nappies as punishment,” he complained as he fought to hold things back until he could get to the loo.

Davy laid a soothing hand on his cheek. “And I meant that,” he affirmed. He gave Sean a sweet smile. “No one said that a lesson had to be unpleasant, luv. I’d think you might learn more if you’re enjoying the process, yeah?” He ruffled Sean’s hair affectionately. “You’re going to learn to obey me while you’re enjoying being my little boy. There WILL be rules and you ARE expected to follow them once you know what they are, but I don’t want you to be miserable, sweetheart.” He gave Sean an appraising look. “Now go ahead and void your bladder before you explode and we’ll talk about the rules when you’ve finished.”

Davy moved away from the table to give Sean some sense of privacy. He busied himself at the dresser organizing clothing until he saw Sean sitting up on what was essentially a changing table in disguise. Davy had made certain that no unwitting guest could stumble upon Seanie’s nursery and realize what it was. A few well placed books here, a plant there and the room was little more than a study to the unknowing eye.

Carrying a plain, white tee shirt over to Sean, Davy pulled the garment over his head and then pulled his arms through. “Don’t want you getting a chill,” he remarked casually before placing a kiss to Sean’s crown. Ruffling his mane once more, Davy moved to the rocker and patted his knee. “Come here, sweetheart,” he instructed gently. “We need to talk about a few things.”

Sean slowly slid down from the table and tentatively made his way to his husband’s side. He was hesitant to sit, however. “I . . . I’m um . . . ,” he stammered.

Davy gave him a sympathetic look. “I know. Your nappy’s wet. And that’s one of the things that we need to discuss.” He reached out and pulled Sean down onto his lap, choosing to ignore the flush on his cheeks for the moment. Once Sean had settled down a bit, Davy set the rocking chair in motion and held his husband tightly to him.

“The point of a lesson is to learn something,” he began. “And what you need to learn is to do as I tell you – to be obedient when I need you to be.” He let his fingers trace patterns on Sean’s thigh as he spoke. “So for today, you’re my little boy. I’ll be making the choices today and I expect you to do as you’re told. If you obey me, then you’ll be rewarded. And if you disobey me, then you’ll be punished.” He moved his hand to Sean’s chin and made eye contact. “It’s that simple. Does that seem fair to you?” Sean nodded slightly in reply but his eyes were still questioning.

Davy gave him a smile before he continued. “You have one task today, little boy,” he informed Sean firmly. “You’re to tell me when your nappies need changing. And to make it a bit more difficult . . . because this IS a LESSON after all . . . I want you to tell me that you have pee-pee pants when you need me to change you.”

Sean scowled. He hated the juvenile language and Davy knew it. He squirmed in discomfort while a disapproving growl issued low in his throat.

Davy gave Sean’s thigh a little pat. “None of that,” he reprimanded. “I want you to have to deal with some things you don’t like. If this is all too easy, then it’s not a LESSON.” He shifted Sean on his lap a bit before elaborating on the details. “And don’t think that I’ll let you get away with not telling me that you’re wet, young man. Failure to tell me is considered disobeying and there will be consequences. Using the loo to pee is also disobeying and will add an entire day to the lesson. But since I’m not changing thoroughly messy nappies, you may use the loo for voiding your bowels. You will, however, tell me that you need to go so that I can take the nappy off of you. And I’ll put it back on when you’ve finished. Do you understand?”

Sean had flushed a deep shade of pink and a pout was forming. He was not happy with this turn of events at all. He stared stubbornly at the floor and didn’t respond.

Having anticipated this sort of initial reaction, Davy continued undaunted. “Now . . . is there something that you need to tell me, Sean Mark?” He waited for a moment, and when he received no reply he sighed heavily. “Very well,” he said quietly. “Then let me introduce you to some of the other features of this nursery.” He set Sean on his feet, got up from the rocker and ushered his pouting husband over to the corner. He removed the straight back chair and planted Sean firmly facing the wall. “Five minutes,” he informed him. Davy knew how much Sean hated to stand in the corner. That was the reason why he’d made the span so short. He set a kitchen timer to the stated amount of time and returned to the changing table to take out the wipes and a fresh nappy.

It seemed an eternity before the timer went off. Sean had squirmed about and huffed and grumbled for the first few minutes before he’d grown pensive. At the sound of the buzzer, Davy called him over. Sean shuffled from one foot to the other under Davy’s expectant gaze. “My nappy needs changing,” he offered with a pleading gaze before looking forlornly at his toes. It was the best he could do.

Recognizing that Sean had given his best to comply, Davy gave him a smile. “Are you a bit more comfortable with that phrasing then?” he asked. The nervous nod he received in reply made his decision for him. “Then that’s the one we’ll use,” Davy decided. He nudged Sean back onto the table, removed the sopping nappy and gently cleaned him with wipes before putting him into the clean, dry diaper. He put Sean onto his feet and sent him off to the kitchen with a pat to the bum. “Off with you,” he said with a smile. “You’ll be needing your breakfast after I wash my hands.” Sean shyly left the room while Davy stood in the doorway and watched the adorable little bum as Sean retreated down the new, brightly lit corridor.

~*~*~

When Davy got to the kitchen, Sean was seated at the breakfast table fiddling nervously with the fringe on a placemat. “I . . . I didn’t know what to do to help,” he offered shyly. “I . . . was going to make tea but . . .”

Davy smiled and shook his head. “No tea for little boys,” he declared. “And I’ll take care of meals and cleaning up today. You only have ONE task, remember?” He gave Sean the morning newspaper to read while he fixed porridge. When it was ready, he set a bowl on the table and patted his lap. Sean obediently moved to him and snuggled in to Davy’s neck briefly before Davy spooned the first bite into his mouth.

After several bites of porridge, Sean’s eyes were searching the table for something to drink. He reached for Davy’s teacup only to have his hands batted away. “Thirsty,” he pouted as he leaned back against his husband.

Davy surveyed the contents of the bowl and decided that Sean had had enough for the time being. He gently pushed him off of his lap and instructed him go to his new room and wait in the rocking chair. Sean seemed apprehensive, but Davy allayed his concerns with a kiss and a tickle. And for the second time that morning, Davy watched with a grin as Sean’s sweet bottom retreated to the other room.

Sean sat on the rocker, pushing the chair back and forth gently with his toes when his husband joined him. It had only been a few minutes, but to Sean it had seemed much longer. He was soon happily in Davy’s lap. The smile on his face, however, became a frown when Davy produced Sean’s drink. Milk. Sean detested milk. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

“I will NOT drink from THAT!” Sean grumbled at the bottle that Davy held to his lips. He turned his head away from the proffered beverage, but Davy had other ideas.

“Obey me and be rewarded, or disobey and be punished. Your choice,” he stated dryly.

Sean eyed the corner across the room and chose to open his mouth and allow Davy to slip the nipple inside. He suckled tentatively as the disliked liquid dribbled onto his tongue. Davy was speaking softly in his ear about what a good boy he was being.

Davy unfastened one side of Sean’s nappy and slid his hand down Sean’s hip to his groin. As Sean sucked his bottle, Davy began to stroke him gently – massaging Sean to hardness. He cooed as he fondled, praising Sean for his cooperation. Sean’s hips began to buck into Davy’s touch and the redhead smiled. “When you’re a good boy, you get rewarded,” he whispered as he continued to stroke and tease.

The bottle soon forgotten, Sean’s pelvis thrust into Davy’s fist of its own accord. He moaned quietly as Davy worked to bring him to climax. His husband knew exactly how to bring him pleasure and Davy was sparing nothing. Sean came with a shudder as his body continued to thrust into Davy’s fist.

Daze massaged Sean’s softening length through the aftershocks of his orgasm before withdrawing his hand from the nappy and holding is sated spouse to him. He cuddled Sean for long minutes. The knowledge that Sean would chafe if left to sit in a damp diaper brought an end to the cuddling, however. “Seanie, baby,” he whispered. “You have a mess in your pants, sweetheart. And we can’t leave you like this.” Sean whimpered and clutched at Davy’s shoulders but to no avail. Daze moved him to the changing table and removed the stale nappy before Sean could work himself into a snit. Telling him again how good he was being, Davy made quick work of the stickiness. He then proceeded to nuzzle and kiss at the spent flesh, bringing it to hardness once more as Sean moaned and whimpered beneath him.

Daze took the hardening length into his mouth and began a suckling of his own as Sean fisted the pad on the table. Once again Sean’s hips began to buck as Davy’s fingers fondled his sacs and teased his entrance. Sean let out a keening sound when Davy breached him with first one and then two fingers and began to work his sweet spot. In only a few suckles and strokes, Davy made Sean came for the second time. He smiled as Sean’s body convulsed, sending hot waves down his throat. He swallowed all that Sean gave him before letting the spent flesh slip from his lips and fastening a new nappy onto Sean’s bottom.

Sean’s glassy gaze prompted Daze to introduce him to the daybed. “My little boy needs a nap,” he announced with authority. He turned down the covers, got Sean situated and then pulled the bedrail from underneath the bed. Once slipped between the mattress and the springs, it was an effective side rail.

Sean whined as Davy put up the side of the daybed, essentially fencing him into the bed. He was shushed gently and reminded that he’d behaved beautifully and wasn’t to jeopardize the nice feeling he had by being naughty. In truth, Sean was too tired to argue. The bed was comfortable, the covers soft . . . and his body spent. Before he knew it, his eyes had drifted closed and he was asleep.

~*~*~

When Sean awoke an hour or so later, Davy was sitting in the rocker just watching him sleep. Sean smiled as their eyes met.

“Have a nice nap, sweetheart?” Davy asked with a cheeky grin.

Sean merely nodded in reply before lifting his upper body on his arms and then giving Davy a frustrated glare. “Are you going to let me out of here?” he wanted to know.

Davy gave him a mock frown. “Is that the nice way to ask, little boy?”

Sean grumbled briefly before heaving a heavy sigh and giving Davy his best innocent expression. “Can I get up now, Daze?”

Davy rose from the rocker, made his way to the daybed and pulled the railing aside. He sat on the bed next to Sean and quickly pulled Sean over his lap.

“But I was good!” Sean protested.

Davy merely chuckled as he undid the sides of the nappy and exposed Sean’s pale cheeks. He rubbed the flesh and gave it an occasional gentle pat. Sean yelped at the first pat and Davy merely chuckled. “Come now,” he chided. “I barely touched you.” He continued to rub Sean’s bottom. “And . . . were you good? Or did you disobey me?”

Had Sean been able to see the expression on his husband’s face, he’d have realized that Davy was teasing. But in his current position, he was at a disadvantage. He remained still, wondering what Davy would do next.

Davy continued to rub and fondle. “If you’re good, you get rewarded. If you disobey, you get punished,” Davy reminded him. “So the question is, baby . . . which have you been? Good? Or naughty?”

Sean squirmed as he waited.

Davy gave his bottom another few delicate pats and then surreptitiously lubed his thumb. He teased Sean’s entrance a bit before pushing his thumb inside and finding his sweet spot. He massaged Sean’s prostate purposefully, smiling as Sean groaned beneath his touch. “It seems you were a good boy after all, Sean Mark” he laughed.

Davy brought Sean to climax for the third time that morning, leaving him boneless draped across his lap. He cooed and rubbed Sean’s back through the aftershocks before covering the tempting mounds of flesh with the nappy and seating him on his lap. “You look tired for one who just got up from a nap, baby,” he teased as Sean whimpered.

Davy moved them to the rocking chair. He grinned broadly as Sean laid his head on his shoulder and snuggled into his neck. Davy set the chair into a soothing motion and rocked Sean for long minutes before changing his nappy yet again.

~*~*~

All good things come to an end. And so it was with Sean’s good boy streak. Ensconced with a book while Davy did laundry, Sean couldn’t be bothered to worry about rules. With Davy in the other room and the urge to relieve himself nagging at him, Sean snuck into the new loo, out of Davy’s sight, and made use of it. He was quietly letting himself out when he heard the clearing of a throat from behind him.

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that happened when he got caught. Maybe it was just the urge to be naughty. He couldn’t explain what drove him to do these things. There would be plenty of time to think about that later. Right now the only word that screamed in Sean’s mind was busted! He squinted his eyes closed, ran his hand over his face and turned slowly around. “Shite,” he muttered.

Davy spoke nary a word. He merely stood with arms crossed, tapping his foot. And when Sean uttered an expletive, Davy snapped his fingers and pointed to the dreaded corner. His expression was dangerous and when Sean hesitated he propelled him forward with a meaningful smack to the back of a thigh.

Sean cursed himself as he stood in the hated place staring at the wall for what seemed yet another eternity. But when Davy called him over to him, something in his husband’s voice made Sean’s stomach clench. He turned slowly to see Davy’s crooked finger summoning him over to the daybed.

Davy gave Sean a somewhat stern look as his husband stood before him. “Now, the question is do I sit you on my lap? Or do I send you to the dresser for your Nan’s hairbrush and put you across it?”

Sean stood staring at his hands and merely shrugged in reply. “I didn’t think . . .” he offered. “I just . . . and you’ve been . . . .” His voice trailed off as he realized he had nothing to say. So he stood fidgeting and waited for Davy to make his decision.

David regarded his little boy and sighed. He reached out and tugged Sean onto his lap and trailed his fingers through Sean’s hair. “What am I going to do with you, huh? You seem to deliberately put yourself in peril.” Sean had buried his face into the safety of Davy’s neck causing him to smile to himself. “Are you secretly enjoying your lesson so much that you did this to add a day?”

Sean shook his head. He didn’t really know why he did these things. Something seemed to come over him and the next thing he knew, he’d been defiant and in trouble. It had always been so since before he could remember. Davy was rocking him and thinking aloud. It was soothing. Well, it was until Davy got to the point in his thought process where he’d declared that Sean wouldn’t respect him if he took the easy way out and was sending Sean for . . . the paddle.

Sean sat up and gave his husband a woebegone frown. He shook his head in an effort to dissuade Davy. But all he got for his trouble was the assurance that it was the right thing to do, that he’d been a naughty boy and that he’d been warned that disobedience would result in punishment. Davy was urging him off of his lap and gently reminding him not to confound the situation with more disobedience.

Sean walked the three feet to the dresser with slow, agonized steps. He fetched the hated THING and slowly made his way back to Davy. Davy wasn’t in the mood for drawing this out however and Sean was face down with a bare bottom before he realized what had happened.

Davy aimed the paddle at the crease between thigh and bottom . . . and applied it moderately until Sean’s skin glowed pink . . . then red. He spanked until the first sob left Sean’s throat, then ended the punishment with two very hard swats to each cheek. With the punishment over, Davy dropped the paddle and refastened Sean’s nappy.

“I should put you back in the corner with your spanked bum on display,” he whispered menacingly as he gathered Sean onto his lap. It was an empty threat. Despite the edge in his voice and the frustration he felt, Davy didn’t believe in humiliation. He held his husband tightly to him and rocked him a bit.

“You likely could use a nap, luv,” he stated finally. “But since I can’t trust you on your own, you’re going to have to sit in the kitchen with me until I’m finished preparing dinner.” Sean whimpered at that but Davy shushed him. “You brought that on yourself, baby. All you had to do was to come get me to have your nappy changed. Instead, you snuck behind my back to use the loo and got yourself into a fix. So now you and your tender bum will have to sit on a stiff chair in the kitchen until I’m ready to take you to a more comfortable spot.”

Davy cuddled Sean a little longer before putting him on his feet and tugging him along to the kitchen. He settled him into a chair at the table and returned to the stew that he’d been fixing. He ignored the hiss that left Sean’s lips when Sean’s bottom connected with the chair and busied himself with paring vegetables. He barely heard the quiet voice asking for permission to fetch himself a drink. Davy nodded absently, not really paying attention until he heard the hiss of a tab and the liquid cascading down Sean’s throat.

Davy snatched the can of Carling’s from Sean’s grasp. “No beer for little boys,” he reprimanded. He made Sean watch as he poured the last can of Carling’s down the drain. Sean whimpered but Davy held firm. Giving Sean a dark look, he poured apple juice into a baby bottle and held it out to Sean. “You’ll have juice, milk or water during your lesson. No other choices.”

Sean’s eyes had gone wide when Davy poured out the last of his beer. He snatched the stupid bottle of juice from Davy’s hand and set it on the table a bit too roughly to suit his husband. Davy’s penetrating gaze drew a muttered apology from Sean before he was returned to his chair.

The bottle of apple juice still sat untouched on the table when Davy had finished loading the large iron pot for stew. He regarded the bottle and then his husband. “I thought you were thirsty,” he observed. Sean gave him a shrugged response. Davy shook his head. “Pick up the bottle and come with me,” he instructed as he walked into the lounge. Once he was certain that Sean had obeyed him, he sat on the rocker and patted his lap. He cradled Sean and nudged his lips apart with the nipple from the bottle. Once Sean was sucking his bottle to Davy’s satisfaction, Davy unfastened the nappy and fondled and stroked. “When you’re a good boy you get rewarded,” Davy reminded him as Sean began to moan beneath his touch.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Sean ate his dinner without fussing, didn’t splash David in the bath and remembered to ask Davy quietly when he needed changing. He was rewarded with hugs, kisses and cuddles, some suckling and fondling, and a long leisurely rock before being put to bed in the nursery. While the last brought forth a whimper, Davy shushed him before it became a full blown protest. Davy lay next to him and played with his hair until Sean drifted off to sleep. He kissed his crown. “Sleep well, baby. You have another busy day tomorrow.”

~*~*~

Sean slept until the sun streamed through the window and warmed his face. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Davy smiled at him from the dresser where he was pulling out clothing for Sean to wear after his bath.

“We’ve errands to run today, sweetheart,” Davy informed him. He removed the railing from the bed and pulled Sean to his feet. “After your bath and breakfast we’ll get you dressed, pack a bag with nappies and wipes and set off to Welly for a bit.”

Sean followed Davy obediently to the bath and even managed a smile at the bright yellow rubber duck that Davy threw into the water. He got Davy to smile when he asked what he’d done in his sleep to warrant another bath. “You gave me a bath before bed,” he’d pointed out as Davy was helping him into the tub. “All I did was sleep!”

Davy patted his bum. “Don’t get cheeky,” was his only reply.

After he was bathed, nappied and dressed, Davy took Sean to the kitchen. He settled Sean into a chair with a sippy cup of tea while he made pancakes. Sean chuckled at the cup, but was grateful for the absence of milk and drank greedily until Davy told him to slow down and mind his manners. Sean merely laughed and continued to guzzle tea, finishing the first cup and asking for another. Davy obliged him with an indulgent grin.

Davy finished fixing breakfast and settled Sean on his lap, feeding them both bits of sausage and egg. He chuckled to himself in anticipation when Sean guzzled a total of four cups of tea. He chose to say nothing about it and merely fed Sean the rest of his breakfast, cleared the dishes and got them ready to go.

They were in the Wellington shopping district just as the stores were opening. Davy parked the car, shouldered the bag he’d packed and ushered Sean from one shop to the next.

It was no secret that Sean tired of shopping quickly. Davy did his best to complete his errands quickly, but the list of things he’d put off doing managed to outlast Sean’s patience. All too soon Sean was developing the characteristic fidget that signaled impending trouble.

Davy suspected that one of the driving forces was those four cups of tea from breakfast. Sean seemed to be . . . holding back. He knew better than to ask directly if Sean required his assistance. And he HAD, after all, made it Sean’s only task during his lesson to advise Davy if said assistance were required. He decided to take a craftier approach.

“I’m thirsty, love,” he told his unsuspecting spouse. “Could do with a bit of something. I’m sure you could as well.” He tugged Sean over to an outdoor café and ordered them each a large soft drink. “I think my little boy can manage a straw,” he grinned as Sean eyed him perplexed. “Wouldn’t do to embarrass you with anything else.”

Davy steered them to a table adjacent to one of the fountains in the plaza. “I love hearing the water splash, don’t you?” he asked innocently as Sean plopped himself into his chair. He chattered about nothing in particular as he watched Sean fiddle with the straw. Davy noticed that his husband didn’t really drink much and a grin spread over his face as he realized his suspicions were likely correct.

He sipped his drink slowly and watched his husband carefully. Sean’s almost perpetual motion across the table was proving distracting to the other patrons. Davy moved his chair closer and leaned in. “Why are you fighting it?” he asked simply.

Sean scowled at the question. “I’m not,” he protested. Davy merely laid a hand atop his and squeezed gently. His expression was enough to convey to Sean that he knew better. Sean merely shrugged and looked at his fingers.

“I’ve changed you in a public restroom before,” Davy reminded. “Nobody saw. Nobody knew.” Sean merely continued to stare at his fingers. The lack of reply irritated him a bit and he pushed his husband’s beverage closer to him. “Drink up, then, baby,” he instructed. “We still have several more errands to run.” Sean turned disbelieving eyes toward him. “You aren’t going to disobey me, are you little boy?” Davy asked with a warning tone.

With a hint of attitude, Sean took a long drag on the straw, draining a third of the liquid from the cup. “Happy?” he inquired with an undertone of cheek. To his dismay, Davy shook his head and prompted him to drink more. His next draw on the straw nearly emptied the cup as his defiant eyes locked on David’s. “Happy NOW?” he asked with the same undertone as before.

Davy gave him an indulgent grin. “That will do – for the moment. But you’d do best to watch your attitude.” He stood and pulled Sean to his feet, moving them away from the café table to a bench closer to the fountain. “I thought we’d sit here for a bit and enjoy the lovely fountain. You seem a bit tense, sweetheart. I should give you more time to relax and enjoy the water splashing over the stone.”

Sean grimaced. “I wonder if this is the fountain that Orlando and the Hobbits relieved themselves into when they couldn’t get into a club,” he wondered aloud. He fidgeted more at the thought of them doing what he was trying so hard not to.

Davy was the picture of patience. He’d sit there all day if that’s what it took to get Sean to stop fighting nature’s call so that they could clean him up and move on to the rest of their shopping. After five more minutes of enduring Sean’s squirming about, he whispered into his husband’s ear. “You’re drawing more attention to yourself this way than if you’d just wet your nappy and be done with it. Every mother in the plaza knows the potty dance when they see it.”

Sean had the good grace to flush as the truth of his husband’s words penetrated his defiance. Davy pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around Sean’s shoulders. “Lay your head on my shoulder close your eyes and just let it happen. And then we’ll change you and move on to the next shop,” he suggested in a soothing tone. Sean didn’t comply, but Davy knew that the soft drink would be adding to Sean’s distress to the point where merely walking would force the issue.

“Very well then,” Davy said in mock defeat. “Let’s move on.” He stood and pulled Sean to his feet and away from the plaza. After a few short minutes, Sean stopped dead in his tracks with a look of horror on his face. Davy gave him a satisfied smirk. “We’ll be finding the public loo then?” He received a sullen nod in reply.

He tugged Sean through the maze of benches and flower beds to the restroom, found the stall farthest away from the entrance and pushed him inside. Without a word of reproach, Davy made quick work of dropping Sean’s board shorts and changing out the sopping nappy for a dry one. He cleaned Sean’s skin, fastened the fresh nappy and fixed his clothing. “We’ll have no discussions here,” he whispered in his husband’s ear. “But when we get home, we’ll have a talk about this.”

Sean squirmed at the sound of Davy’s even tone in sharp contrast to the meaning of his words. He whimpered a bit and tried to apologize for his resistance, but Davy would hear none of it at the moment. Sean followed him obediently from the stall as they washed their hands and went back out into the market area once more.

Davy lead his quiet little boy over to an ice cream shop and gently pushed him through the door. “Tradition,” he whispered in Sean’s ear. “Last time I changed you in a public loo, I bought you ice cream after. Or was it before?” He chuckled. “No matter. We’re here now. Pralines and cream, baby?” He received a shy smile in reply. Settling Sean into a booth, Davy ordered him a double scoop sundae with caramel and whipped cream. The wide grin on Sean’s face made Davy smile in return.

They ate their ice cream and discussed the remaining errands. Sean suggested a few other things that they might pick up while they were out. Finishing up, a much more relaxed Sean attacked the shops more willingly. He was still smiling after the second trip to the car to drop off parcels.

A light lunch broke up the afternoon. They returned to the car and Davy buckled Sean into his seat with a grin. Sean returned the smile – at least until Davy took a few turns that he wasn’t anticipating.

“Aren’t we going home?” he finally asked.

Davy continued to pilot the car through the streets of Wellington. He pulled up to the curb and Sean swallowed hard when he saw the sign to the adult toy shop that they’d once visited so long ago. Davy reached across to squeeze Sean’s hand. “You wait here and I’ll be right back,” he instructed.

Sean played nervously with the radio while Davy was inside. When Davy returned with two large parcels, Sean almost turned himself inside out to see what he’d purchased. He was assured that it was nothing but continued to fret as Davy started the car and pulled away from the curb.

Davy once again piloted a course away from the house. Instead, he pulled into car park of the botanical gardens. He gently pulled Sean from the car and lead him through the gates onto the footpath. “I thought this might do as a change of scenery, yeah?”

They wandered the paths for over an hour looking at the various garden settings. “Who’d have thought that rough and tumble Sharpe likes flowers,” Davy teased when Sean was enthralled by the lilies. Sean swatted at him playfully.

“My Nan loves these,” he replies shyly. “And they are lovely, even if they aren’t as delightful to the nose as they are to the eye.” They both chuckled at that.

As the afternoon drew on, Sean paused at more and more flower beds and endured more and more teasing. Finally, he heaved a heavy sigh. “Daze? Can we sit a bit? Me foots hurting a touch.”

Davy looked stunned for a moment before moving them rapidly to a nearby bench. He sprinted to the concession stand for a bottle of water and was back before Sean could protest. After Sean had taken a few sips, Davy readied himself for the argument he knew would come. “Let me see, baby,” he requested quietly as he crouched in front of Sean.

Sean drew in a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak while Davy braced himself for the initial tirade. To his surprise, Sean forcibly blew out the breath and then lifted his foot so that Davy could examine the appendage.

The foot was a tad warm and a touch red, but didn’t look too bad. It was likely a bit tender, but Davy caressed it gently. “I think we’ve just overdone it,” he told his husband. “So after a rest here for a bit, I think we should head home.” He received a nod and proceeded to replace the sock and shoe.

Davy climbed on the bench next to Sean and put his arm around his shoulder. “Thank you, Seanie,” he whispered.

Sean gave him a perplexed look.

“You’ve done it, luv,” Davy told him. “You let me see the foot without the usual fussing and carrying on. You learned that there are times when you need to obey me without question. It’s the first time you’ve trusted me that much.”

They sat on the bench long enough for Sean to go to the car with little discomfort and Davy drove quickly home. He helped Sean into the house and settled him on the sofa, removing his shoe and propping up his foot. And when he brought some of Sean’s pain meds, Sean merely swallowed them and offered quiet thanks.

Davy made tea and brought it on a tray with biscuits, settling himself behind Sean so that his husband leaned against his chest. He gave Sean a cup made exactly to his liking and fed him a biscuit or two. They sat quietly for long moments as Davy cuddled him.

Sean broke the silence with a simple question. “Am I in trouble? For before?”

Davy carded his fingers through Sean’s hair and shook his head. “No, baby. Lesson learned.”

*****

THE END

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