The end to the Forgotten Ones is almost ready to post! But a dear sweet friend sent me this link to a news article about a sex store being robbed. She encouraged me to write a story. This is the result of a bit of silliness
Title: The Robbery
Series: Little Fantasies
Warning: Naughty Thermometer (rectal thermometer)
"As soon as she threw the dildo, I picked up the largest butt plug I could find and lobbed it at him too," Julien laughed. "It bounced off the back of his head! The look on his face was priceless."
Julien had been scared when the robbery happened, but now after he was home safe he could see the humor in it. He'd stopped by a local adult store before heading home to pick up some lubricant when a masked man decided to rob the store. That had been a very bad decision as the store clerks first thought it was a joke. When the two women figured out the robber was serious, they'd fought back. The women chose every weapon available. Weapons that included bottles of lube, dildos, even a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs went sailing across the store. The memory of that pink blur flying through the store set Julien off again. He was laughing so hard that he didn't see the look on Alex's face.
The sound of the chair screeching across the tile floor, stopped the laughter. Julien stared in confusion as Alex abruptly stood up. "Wait! Where are you going?" He asked as his husband stalked out of the room. Jumping up, Julien followed him down the hallway and into the bathroom. He watched in complete confusion as the large man opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the thermometer. THE thermometer. The one that is used when Julien felt the need of special dominance. But he wasn't thinking of dominance and submission right now.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Alex didn't raise his voice, but the clipped tones was enough to have Julien scurrying to the bedroom. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but the look on his sometimes dominant's face had his stomach tingling and his butt clenching.
Once in the bedroom, Julien turned around. "You want to play now? You don't want to hear about the robbery?"
Setting the thermometer and lube on the nightstand, Alex turned to him. "Oh, I definitely want to hear more about the robbery. But first I want to make sure your temperature is back to normal."
Julien stared in complete confusion. "Temperature? I'm not running a temperature. Why would you think that?"
"You had to have been out of your mind with fever to take on a robber. A robber with a gun! A GUN! Sex toys verses a gun!" Alex's voice rose in frightened anger. Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. And then another. One more deep breath in and out. Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at Julien.
The look in Alex's eyes had Julien wishing his dominant would close them again. He wasn't afraid of the bigger man. But he knew the discipline play they sometimes engaged in was now being taken to another level. Julien couldn't decide if he was excited or apprehensive.
He watched as Alex flipped the covers down to the foot of the bed. His stomach plummeted when after placing a pillow in the middle of the bed, Alex reached into the nightstand drawer and brought out a wooden paddle. They'd only use the paddle in play, but Julien had a feeling that this time that little piece of wood would sting a lot more.
Patting the pillow, Alex commanded. "Take off your pants and lie over the pillow. Butt up."
Butt up? Julien thought. He really didn't need the specific instruction. He knew where that glass rod was inserted. Fumbling with the button, Julien wondered when he'd gotten so hard. His trouser pup was straining to be set free. Pushing down his boxers with his jeans, his face flamed red. He wondered what Alex thought.
"We'll take care of that after," Alex's said.
Julien nodded and quickly laid over the pillow. Squirming his hips around, he couldn't find a comfortable position. Alex's strong hand settled in the small of his back, stopping Julien's movements.
Julien could feel Alex stretch to get the rod and lube. His butt was clenching and unclenching in anticipation. Suddenly he felt Alex gentle part his cheeks and slowly, oh so slowly, insert the slick thermometer.
"The only thing I can think of is you had to have been running a high fever. You had to have been delirious to think that a plastic butt plug could stop a bullet," Alex scolded as he held the thermometer in place.
"The clerk and police think it might have been fake," Julien mumbled.
"Might? Might have been fake?"
Julien's body didn't know what to do. Alex's voice a little scary. Oh, Julien knew that his husband would never hurt him, but he also knew that Alex was well and truly angry. The anger came from fear. Fear that he could have been hurt, but Julien knew that wouldn't save his butt from being spanked. Thinking back to that long ago Valentine's Day when they first started their discipline, he knew this was what he wanted. What he craved. And Alex had since found out, he craved it too.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Alex's voice startled him out of his thoughts. He felt the small tube of glass being gently pulled from his bottom, he started to answer.
"No. Don't answer, because you obviously weren't listening."
Julien pushed up from his prone position and watched as Alex cleaned the thermometer with an alcohol wipe and put it back in its case. Then he set the case down and picked up the paddle. Sitting down, Alex half turned and pulled him over his lap.
"I didn't start it!" Julien said quickly as he laid over Alex's lap. "The two girls started throwing things! They were pissed that this guy was going to rob them."
"Hopefully they have someone of their own to explain to them how dangerous that was. You have me. And since your temperature is completely normal, then you obviously need to learn to take care of yourself!"
Julien felt Alex's legs tense a fraction of a second before the paddle slammed down. There was no warm up. Alex's fear for Julien was guiding the paddle. His love for Julien was tempering it. Julien knew he'd feel this for several hours each time he sat down, but there'd be no bruising. The paddle slapped his backside several times, when suddenly it stopped. He heard the paddle hit the nightstand as Alex tossed it aside.
He thought he was going to fall when Alex flopped back on the bed, but his dominant had a firm hold on him. By the time Julien figured out what was happening, he was lying on top of Alex.
"Jesus, you scared me," Alex sighed rubbing his hands down Julien's back.
"Um. You kind of scared me too," Julien said.
His head was lifted by Alex's hand on his chin. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Julien wanted to duck his head in embarrassment, but couldn't because Alex had a firm hold on him. He huffed out a laugh and looked at his husband. "Don't be sorry. I kind of...um...like? Well not liked, but maybe got a thrill? No, that's not right." He bounced on Alex's chest when Alex started laughing.
"Shhh," Alex hushed him. "I get it. I know what you mean. And I was never out of control. A bit scared. A bit angry. But not out of control."
"I know you weren't," Julien reassured him. He snuggled into his lover. "Alex?"
"We still need to get lube."