Pairing: Andrea(2)-T.K/Carlos(FM/M) hand (2x), wooden spoon, bath brush
*Huge thanks to Elenalovly for writing this plot and coming up with the idea. Nice work as always:) You never fail to inspire.
Carlos Reyes and T.K. Strand's Apartment
Austin, Texas
"This is a great episode of Great Designs, Babe. Hurry up," T.K. hollered. "What are you doing?"
Carlos was puttering around the kitchen and texting someone back on his phone.
"Hang on. Just dealing with a work thing. It's just my partner checking in," Carlos mumbled, grabbing them some flavored waters. T.K.'s sobriety usually didn't bother him, but tonight he could have used a beer or six.
Just as Carlos set down the drinks on the glass coffee table, they heard a jingling at the front door. Both partners looked at each other in alarm. Both sets of parents had keys for emergencies, but they were not expecting anyone. As a police officer, Carlos always kept the door locked as a rule.
"Who in the world is that?" T.K. asked, starting to get up.
"No idea. Is your dad at work?" Carlos wondered.
Before T.K. could answer, Andrea Reyes stormed in. She dropped her purse, yanked off her elegant scarf, and dropped her jacket on the side table.
"Mamá, we would have-," Carlos began, looking at his mom in alarm.
T.K. heard a string of angry words in Spanish as Andrea yanked Carlos to her by the ear.
"Owwww, stop!" Carlos protested. He was trained in both defense and offense, but he could not stop his mother from dragging him to the kitchen.
"Andrea, what is happening? Is Carlos in trouble?" T.K. asked with concern and worry. He had sensed something was off with his handsome boyfriend, but Carlos said he was fine.
"Oh, I see he didn't tell you," Andrea snapped. "His papi had to drag Carlos out of a hostage situation. He went in with no backup!"
Carlos whined, "I had to, Mamá, the victim could have been killed!"
"Gabriel had to pull him out of that bar by his hair. He even gave him a little spanking in front of the other officers since he was causing such a fuss. Didn't he say he would be here to deal with you? You should be in the corner with your pants down. It is a good thing I got here first or he would take his belt to you," Andrea yelled.
"No," Carlos gulped, starting to sob. "It wasn't that big of a deal. It's my job!"
Andrea let go of Carlos and plucked a wooden spoon from the jar. Carlos shrank back and covered his bottom automatically. But Andrea advanced on him and dragged him over to the couch as T.K. stood by helplessly. He pulled the coffee table out a bit so Andrea did not slam into it.
Andrea pinched Carlos' arm and forced him over her knees. She put the spoon on the couch and laid her hand on his black sweats, sucking in a breath.
"Take me upstairs! Please, Mamí, not in front of T.K.," Carlos begged.
Andrea had a singular purpose and ignored Andrea's pleas and T.K. half-hearted protest to let him speak to Carlos first.
"Ah," Carlos grunted as Andrea lit into his bottom with a fast litany of spanks. She swatted over his sweats, making them feel as thin as silk.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Ohhhh," Carlos bellowed, as he stared at the carpet. He did not have the courage to try to look at T.K., he feared he would be aggravated by the story of what had happened earlier. Maybe he should have waited for backup?
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
T.K. wanted to ask more details about what happened, but neither Carlos nor Andrea were in a condition to share.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Without comment, Andrea pulled down T.K. pants and started to swat the seat of his cotton boxers. This elicited more of a reaction out of Carlos, causing him to squirm and howl louder.
"No, p-please, I c-can explain," Carlos tried.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Andrea's response was to yank down Carlos' boxers, baring his pink now backside. Carlos reached back with his right hand, balancing on his left. Andrea growled out another series of words in Spanish and gave Carlos a particularly hard cuff on his rump. She pinched his thighs and warned him to move his hand back. Carlos sobbed and complied.
"How dare you put yourself in danger like that!" Andrea scolded. T.K. watched the spanking with increasing frustration. She was right. The Austin Police Department had protocols for a reason. This was not the first time Carlos skirted the rules, risking his own life for others.
Andrea snatched up the heavy spoon and tapped it on Carlos' behind a moment. Then, she unleashed another round of fresh cracks.
"Awwwwwww," Carlos belted out. "Stoopppppp. It h-hurtssss. Owwwww."
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
T.K. cringed as he watched Andrea paddle Carlos' bottom all over until the entire surface was red and splotchy. So much for them cuddling on the couch tonight before game night.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
T.K. glanced at the clock and realized they would not have guest arriving for several more hours. He was getting angry enough thinking about what could have happened to be getting some ideas himself.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
After another long minute of spanking, Andrea exhaled and tossed the spoon aside. She pulled up Carlos while he was still sobbing. With one last almighty wallop, Andrea stopped. T.K. got a box of tissues and handing them to the now calm mother. Carlos sat on Andrea's lap as she wiped his face and cuddled him.
"You are safe, mija," Andrea comforted, almost rocking Carlos.
"Sorry, Mama," Carlos sniffed. "Are you still angry? I won't do it again. I know Dad talked to him but I know my boss wasn't happy either."
"Your Papa stopped you from getting an official reprimand. He told him that you were getting a good spanking or rather more than one. Plus, he gave him permission to discipline you if you pull this stuff again," Andrea informed her boy. "Oh, and you are grounded."
"Grounded? But you just spanked me so hard," Carlos whined, rubbing his smarting bottom, still bare.
"Sí, grounded," Andrea said firmly. Andrea pulled up Carlos' pants and lightly patted his scorched rear. "And I am coming over every other night to put you to bed with another hard spanking. Keep arguing and I will bring your papa's belt with me. Do not push me. I will not compromise on your safety, my son."
Carlos sniffled and hugged his mother tightly, apologizing. Andrea explained that his father got called in on a case and she needed to see to dinner at home. She kissed him and gave T.K. a pointed look and a brief hug.
Carlos slowly pulled himself toward T.K. and tried to gather him in his arms, but T.K. backed up.
"No, I want to know why you didn't tell me what happened. Is that why your partner was texting you?" T.K. prodded.
Carlos nodded, "I wanted to tell you, but I knew everyone was coming over for game night...I didn't want to spoil our night."
"That's it. I guess I need to spank you also because you just don't get how much you mean to me either. Why would you risk your life? To be a hero? You are already my hero, don't you know that?" T.K. asked in a serious voice.
"You're my hero, too, babe. But you don't have to spank me. My mom really heated up my ass!" Carlos pleaded.
"I don't care. I warned you that I was going to light you up if you risked your life. Go take a shower. I'll be up in a minute," T.K. demanded. He rarely was this firm with Carlos but tonight he wanted to make it clear that this was not acceptable.
T.K. took a low-carb carb dip he had made earlier out of the frig to warm it up. He lined the chips up on the counter and preheated the oven after putting some frozen appetizers on a tray. The cheese tray and veggie tray were already done. Everyone was bringing the rest of the food. T.K. ran a hand through his hair. He wanted nothing more than to sooth Carlos' sore bottom in the shower, but his boyfriend still did not see what the big deal was. T.K. was going to change that.
Carlos stepped out of the shower a few moments later. He wrapped a white cotton towel around his waist. T.K. peeked in a moment later with the bath brush in his right hand. Carlos' eyes widened with shock and fear.
"Babe, not that brush. That hurts like a motherf-," Carlos started.
T.K. grabbed Carlos' arm and turned him to pop his bottom with the flat side of the long handled instrument.
"AHHHHH!" Carlos yelped, dancing in place. "That hurts!"
"Not as much as me losing you, maybe forever," T.K. snapped, as he moved towards the closed lid of the toilet. He sat and grabbed Carlos' towel, pulling him closer. The towel fell and T.K. moved Carlos over his lap as the man hissed, "Not again!"
"This is going to be worse. Your bottom is still damp," T.K. noted. He brought the flat down of the circular brush down using his wrist. Carlos' bottom was still red and T.K. used the weight of the brush to paddle his lover.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
T.K. popped Carlos' cheeks from side to side as he kicked and yelped over and over again. T.K. had to focus on continuing as the yelps turned into sobs.
"Waaaaa, waaaaaa," Carlos gulped as he struggled to draw in a deep breath. "Ahhhhh, ohhhh, T.K.! Noooo moreeee."
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
T.K. spanked in the same slow, measured whacks for another moment until Carlos finally broke and lay limply over his lap, ceasing to struggle.
"I am sorry I had to do that," T.K. said, setting the bath brush on the counter. "But you needed to know what happens when you disobey and put your life on the line needlessly."
"I g-get it," Carlos vowed. His head swam as T.K lifted him up between his knees. Carlos fussed and marched in place as he rubbed his battered cheeks.
T.K. pulled Carlos back into the shower and put a nice soothing oil all over his body after washing himself. He got a soft washcloth and cleaned his face and the two made love after Carlos made his apologizes again. T.K. and Carlos got dressed and back downstairs to prepare for game night.
The 126 came over and no one except Mateo mentioned the drama that took place at the midtown bar earlier.
"I heard you saved that guy and then your dad cracked your butt," Mateo grinned.
T.K. gave Mateo a firm look and hissed, "Knock it off before I crack your butt. Mateo can you put those crackers in a bowl please?"
"Yes, T.K. You are started to sound like your dad. You're not an old married dude yet," Mateo snapped.
Carlos grinned and kissed T.K. "Maybe that will change one day soon."
T.K. looked very happy. "That would be awesome, baby."
The group played their games and Marjan played Harry Styles on the stereo.
The door jingled and Carlos groaned. Paul asked, "Who is that? We're all here."
T.K. ran to the door and let Andrea Reyes in.
"Hello, kids. I am here to see that my son gets to bed properly. Say good night, Carlos," Andrea directed.
"Good night, everyone," Carlos said a little glumly.
T.K. nodded to Marjan to turn the music louder but the condo was not large and the sounds of a brisk spanking could be heard downstairs.
Judd gulped, "Is his momma whupping him?"
T.K. shrugged, "He went into that bar alone, Judd. I spanked his sassy rear myself. He could have been killed."
"Oh," Mateo said, finally understanding. "He deserves it then."
Andrea slowly walked back down the stairs, shaking out her hand.
"Would you like to stay to play something, Mrs. Reyes?" Marjan asked politely.
"No, dear," Andrea said. "It is getting late. You'll best go home soon. And behave yourselves, I am not afraid to put any of you over my lap for a spanking. Understand?"
After the older woman heard a chorus of "yes, ma'ams", she took her leave.
Paul bit his lip. "You know, she's right. It's getting a little late."
Judd crackled with laughter, "Are you afraid of Mrs. Reyes, Paul? You are about the only one who never gets your butt whupped around here."
Mateo frowned, "That is not true. Cap never spanks the girls either. Nancy and Marjan get away with so much!"
"That's not true," Nancy argued, with Marjan agreeing.
T.K. glanced at the door nervously, a little worried that Andrea would blaze back in and grab the spoon again. Or worse, the sandals she wore on her feet!
"Ah, guys, it is a little late. Can we wrap it up? I need to make sure Carlos is okay," T.K. said shyly.
The gang helped clean up and exited quickly. T.K. feel into a deep sleep beside Carlos.
When they woke up the next day, T.K. tugged down Carlos' boxers.
"Oh, babe, you are going to be sitting on a pillow today," T.K. winced.
"That bad?" Carlos groaned, rubbing the tender skin. "I didn't think my mom would actually bust in and spank me. No one heard, right?"
T.K. colored, "Um, no. Marjan blasted the music."
"She's a sweetheart. I need to do something nice for her," Carlos said softly. "And you. I love you so much. I didn't mean to put you through this."
T.K. kissed him. "I know a way you can make it up to me..."
The two lovers fell in each other's arms and forgot about the rest of the world for a few hours.