**an hour later
I found randy laying on the bed, listening to his ipod. I walked over, crawling on the bed to curl into his side.
"hey johnny. Is it time?" he hesitantly asked.
"yes, if you're sure." He nodded. "okay, then please meet me in the bathroom. Did you pee yet?"
"yes sir,"
"have a seat on the toilet for me. Please tell me what this part is for."
"This soaping is because I was cursing you out when I lost control of my temper,""
As he was talking, I had taken out a new bar of soap and was lathering it up. "And that won't happen again, right?"
"no sir,"
"please open your mouth." I took the lathered soap into his mouth, rubbing it against both cheeks, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and letting some if it graze his teeth. I wet it one more time before placing it in his mouth, tapping his chin for him to close his mouth. "6 minutes, keep your head up." I started the timer on my phone. Around 4 minutes I could see him straining to not spit it out, the tension on his face to not just reach up and take the bar out. "more than half way there baby, you can do it." He carefully nodded, trying to not let any of the soap go down his throat. Around 5 minutes, I could see tears pooling in his eyes. Finally 6 long minutes passed and my alarm went off. I reached up to remove the bar of soap from his mouth. "you may get up and spit. 2 minute but no rinsing." He quickly moved to the sink, attempting to spit the taste from his mouth.
"Okay, times up. Please go stack the pillows in the middle of the bed and lay down, we will begin in just a moment." He did as he was told. I went to the closet to remove one of my belts along with the capasin cream. I also double checked we had baby oil, which is clearly a dumb question with Randy, but since its one of the few things to relieve the sting of the cream in case of emergency, I wanted to be sure. I would not be using it unless he safe worded but it was still good to have easily available.
"I am going to start now. No more talking unless it's the safe word, you can still make noises though." Without much more warning I raised the belt up and brought it down hard across his ass. I tried to start at the top and work down to his sit spots and thighs, covering the most area as possible, I was able to smack each area about 4-5 times. I quickly put the belt down, reaching up for the cream and applying an even layer from the top of his ass down to the bottom of his thighs. I knew for a few minutes it would feel good, as if it was cooling the pain from the belt, but I knew soon enough it would start to sting again. I quickly went to the restroom, using the baby oil to wash the cream off my fingers before going back to lay on the bed with him.
After about 5 minutes randy let out a gasp, "oww… it burns… please make it stop… Johnny…"
"you're okay randy, you can get through this. Do you need to safe word?"
"no… but please, so painful… he sobbed.
"I know baby. I know it hurts but that's the point right? You have to learn that you cant speak to me like that…"
"I understand… i'm so sorry… I wont do it again… please let it stop."
"stop begging or we will start over. I know it hurts and i'm allowing you to express your pain but if its just to beg, I will gag you and make you lay here in silence. Do you want that?"
"no master… i'm sorry…"
After about 15 more minutes randy just couldn't take it anymore, "sir, please. I promise I've learned my lesson. Please can you make it stop now, please…"
"what did I say about begging." I reached over to grab the gag. "open"
"please, no. I apologize. Ill be quiet."
"no you had your chance," knowing it was pointless he did open his mouth as I inserted the ball gag, locking it into place. "I know it hurts but you know you just have to let it wear off on its own. I wont do anything about it unless you safe word, which in this case is to bang on the headboard. Again, do you need to safe word?" he shook his head. "Okay. It usually lasts about an hour or so and its been 25. I will remove the gag and you can get up after 1 hour and we will continue about our day." He nodded in understanding.
**35 minutes later
I reached up to undo the ball gag, pulling randy up into a hug, which brought a fresh round of tears. "shhh, its okay. I forgive you. Its all over. No more punishments. I love you. All done." I continued to let him know that he was no longer in any trouble.
"im sorry. I'm really sorry. I promise to try to keep myself and the Viper in better control. I'm so glad its over. And I do love you. And just so you know, I have never felt like you treat me like a slave. I'm sorry I hurt you that night, I should've never said or well yelled, any of that…"
"its all forgiven. And im glad you don't see me that way. I never want you to feel that way and if you ever do, you know you can always come talk to me and we will discuss everything without any fears of punishments, ok?"
"okay. I love you Johnny,"
"I love you too. Lets go take care of dinner then we can watch a movie or something."
"sounds good. Im going to go use the restroom and clean up a bit."
"that's fine, just remember, water will only make the cream worse,"
"oh I definitely remember that. It still does hurt in case you were wondering,"
"im sorry you're hurting love. Hopefully it will stop soon. Oh and I suggest wearing loose clothing for a couple days,"
"thanks, haha" he replied sarcastically.
"brat! Go pee then come help me make dinner."
"ok ok ok, im going. Be down in 10,"

**dinner/ relaxing night
We decided to make steak, grilled vegetables, and a salad.
"So, why don't you go heat up the grill while I start cutting up the veggies and salad prep," I suggested.
"sure boss!" he smirked.
"randall! Did you just smirk at me?"
"so what if I did? What are you gunna do about it hu?"
"This…" I said, lunging towards him, backing him against the wall, and began tickling him all over his stomach.
"ahhh… hahaha… ok ok… please... stop… ahhh… hahaha… im sorry im sorry…" he laughed uncontrollably, trying and failing to escape.
"do you give up?"
"nooo! Never! Hahahahaha… ahhhh… oh my god… ah haha… please…"
"tap out to the champ…!" I kept on tickling, aiming for the one spot that always made him cave. His armpits…
"ahhh ok ok I tap I tap… no more!" and with that I stopped, pulling into a hug.
"there, was that so difficult?"
"yes. Yes it was! Now if you don't mind, I need to go check the grill so we can hopefully eat at some point tonight."
"ok alright. Go start the steaks and I will bring out the veggies in a second."
"got it. Champ!" as he bolted out the door, laughing.
Finally we managed to get all the food cooked and we sat down for our first relaxing meal in a while.
Random conversations filled the air. Talk about the upcoming week of shows and press, talk of new, crazy ideas they had that would probably never happen, but they were sure fun to dream about. Crazy things like CM Punk, Sheamus, and the Hardy Brothers returning to form a tag team to verse The New day + Undertaker. That would definitely be one for the books, a definite wrestlemania match… but it would never happen. I mean could you imagine Undertaker clapping and dancing along to New Day or New day coming out in menacing silence? Or imagine Hardy's, Punk, and Sheamus getting along enough to even function as a team?
Finally I decided that it was time to get some rest because only I knew what was to come and I can assure you that we would both need our energy!