Talking Out Of Turn

Title: Talking Out of Turn

Characters: Jason/Chase

Implements: paddle 

Series: Navigating the World and Relationships 

I'm so damn lucky, I think to myself as I snuggle down in the covers. Jason is in the bathroom getting ready for work, and I get to laze here on this cold morning. I would never have imagined my life to be this good five years ago. I had no future that I could see. 

As a foster kid, the day I turned eighteen I was turned out on the streets with a good luck and don't let the screen door hit you in the ass on the way out. I thought I was doing ok, I'd gotten a job bagging groceries. The pay sucked because they expected you to get tips so they didn't even pay minimum wage. I was crashing at friends, sleeping on couches, sometimes in a bed if the sex had gotten that far. I was barely living day to day with no future in sight, but I didn't even realize it until Jason. 

Jason fascinated me from the very first time I saw him. I watched him go to the service desk and ask for assistance shopping the first time he came in the store. Gerry, the store manager, told me to help him do his shopping. Jason had a Walkman thing that he had recorded his grocery list on. I asked Jason what it was, and he told me. Jason's cool like that; he talks to me, not at me or down to me, but like I'm his equal. And I know I'm not. He's a professor at the university; he's got a college degree. I have my high school diploma, and I'm lucky to have gotten that. He always answered my questions, even when I asked him if he was a good lover. He told me he hadn't gotten any complaints. Nope, no complaints coming from me either as I roll over and feel the slight soreness left over from last night. 

"What are you doing awake at this God awful time in the morning?" Jason asks me. 

I watch him put on his Braille watch and let his cane unfold. 

"I thought you didn't work until later this morning?" 

"I go in at eleven. I'm just laying here thinking," I tell him. 

"About what?" 

"How lucky I am to be with you," I say to him. 

"Chase, we're both lucky to have each other," I hear the caution, not weariness in his voice. 

That's another thing about Jason; he never gets tired of me. When I start worrying about how unequal we are, he keeps telling me that in love there is no equal or unequal, that love is a journey between two people. 

"I know, but I just got to thinking that when I met you I didn't know life could be this way," I try to reassure him that I'm not getting into what he calls "one of my moods." I don't mind a little soreness from sex, but I don't want to be sore from his hand or his wretched paddle. This thought reminds me that William had gotten his first spanking on Saturday. 

"I think I should call William today since you wouldn't let me yesterday. He may need someone to talk to." 

"That's fine, but don't push him. If he wants to talk about it be a friend to him, but don't push if he doesn't want to. This is very new to him," Jason leans down and gives me a kiss. Yes, I am very lucky, I think as I kiss him back. 

"William Richardson, how may I help you?" I smile as William sounds so professional as he answers the phone. 

"Is your butt sore?" I ask him. 

"What? Who may I ask is calling?" 

I laugh out loud at his confusion."It's me, dude. I was just wondering if Reed did a good enough job on you Saturday?" 

"Chase, I'm at work. I can't talk about that now." 

"Do you want to? Talk, I mean. It's been awhile but I remember the first time Jason walloped me," It had been five years, but I did remember it. I'd had Jason to talk it over with, but sometimes having another brat would be good to talk to. William had Reed, but Reed was just as new to this as William.

I'd wanted to call and talk to William yesterday but Jason told me to leave him be. I ended up with the boring view of the living room corner when I kept asking. Reed called Jason, and I thought it was totally unfair that Jason got to talk to Reed, but I couldn't talk to William. From my position in the corner of the living room, I heard Jason talking to Reed. Reed thinks of Jason as his mentor, which is kind of funny because Reed taught Jason how to get around the campus. But that was Orientation and Mobility and Reed is the instructor. In top and brat relationships, Jason is the instructor, or that's how Reed thinks of him. 

I narrowly escaped a spanking when from my vantage point in the corner I tried to point out that since he talked to Reed it was only fair for me to talk to William. I did admit that Reed had called Jason, not the other way around. And Jason said I could talk to William if he called me, but I was NOT to call him. At least not on Sunday, Jason said I could call today. 

"Umm, I don't know," I could hear William typing on his computer. 

"Come on, we can have lunch, and you can tell me all the dirty details," I urged him. 

"Don't you have to work?" William asked. 

"No, I have the day off. We could go eat at the café," I tell him. It's early enough that I can call in and pretend I'm sick. They can find someone to cover me. 

"I only have an hour, then I need to get back to work," William could be a workaholic. He loves his job as the tech person for the bank. He has his own key so that he can go in on weekends and stay late. I bet Reed puts a stop to that. 

"Ok, let's meet at eleven," He agrees, and I call in pretending to be on my death bed. 

"So, tell me all about it," I urge William. I noticed he had walked down to the intersection before crossing the street. 

"Ummm," I see the blush creeping up his neck onto his face. 

"Come on, the big bad tops have already talked. This is good for us brats to talk," I tell him. 

"They talked about it? Reed and Jason?" 

Uh-oh, he didn't know that Reed had called Jason. I need to smooth things over. "Yeah, sure they did. You know this was the first time for Reed too. He needed to talk to another top. Just like us brats need to talk about things." 

The waitress comes over and we decide to split a pepperoni pizza and have cokes. I see that William was starting to calm down a little. The blush isn't quite so red. 

"So, did he pull your pants down, or did he make you do that yourself?" I ask him after the waitress left. "I hate it when Jason makes me pull down my own pants. But then again, I hate it when he pulls them down too." 

"He did it," William's voice was too quiet, I had to lean forward to hear. 

"Did he lecture you while he spanked?" 

"Shhh, don't tell the whole world, for Pete's sake," The blush is back and redder than before. 

"Oh, no one's listening. And if you'd just tell me, I wouldn't have to question you." Sheesh, if he would just talk to me. 

"Fine, but if you laugh at me," 

"Hello, I'm the one who's been getting his butt busted for five years. I'm not going to laugh at you," I understand William's fear. When Jason had first talked to me about going over to their apartment and talking to them about discipline relationships, I was worried they would laugh at me. 

We both stop talking as the waitress brings our order. The restaurant isn't too crowded; most people come for the sidewalk seating, but it's too cold outside today. We are about the only customers, and we got a booth way in the back. 

"Ok, Reed just asked me if I knew why I was getting, you know, spanked." I wish I hadn't promised I wouldn't laugh. The way William whispers spanked is hilarious. 

"Yeah, Jason always asks me too. Jason usually has his hand on my arm and pulls me to him when he sits down." 

"Does he always pull your pants down?" William asks. 

"Yes, I tried to tell him that he can't see, so it shouldn't matter, but he told me it was more effective that way." 

William starts to laugh at me but then says "That's what Reed told me. I guess it is effective; I will go to the intersection all the time now." 

"What's really effective is that damn paddle! Did Reed use one on you? Jason always uses the paddle when I quote place yourself in danger unquote," I'm grinning as I thought I did a pretty good impression of Jason. But then I see William's face. 

"A paddle?" Can he say that any louder? And he told me to be quiet. I am so glad the place is not crowded today. 

"Shhh, yeah. I guess you guys haven't talked about a paddle yet." Oops this is a minefield. I don't know if I'm cut out to be a mentor. 

"No! His hand hurt enough. Does Reed even have a paddle? Have you seen one lying around?" 

"No, and the tops don't leave things like that just laying around. They usually have them in a drawer."

"No! Absolutely no way am I going to let him use a paddle on me. And I will make sure he is aware of that fact tonight!" 

"No, William, don't say anything!" Shit, if Jason finds out I'd skipped out on work and upset William on top of that, I'll be getting the paddle. 

"Yes, Chase. Reed said we have to talk about things. That communication is the key to this whole discipline relationship." 

"Well, don't tell Reed I told you about paddles, ok? He will tell Jason and then Jason will ask me about it." 

"Fine, I won't mention your name at all. Listen, I have to get back to work. I'll talk to you later." 

All I could think about the whole afternoon is what if William tells Reed I was the one to bring up paddles? Reed would tell Jason, and then Jason would start asking me all sorts of silly questions. Like how did paddles get brought up? Reed would also tell Jason that William and I had lunch. I wonder if I could get a hold of Jason's cell phone and get it turned off. Shit, I'm dead meat! And the morning started off with me thinking how lucky I am! Yeah, real lucky; I'm probably going to get spanked, and eventually Jason is going to get tired of me, and then I will be out on the streets. 

"Chase, what are you doing home? I thought you worked a full shift today and wouldn't be home until seven." He always knows when I'm home. I asked him once how he knew I was home; he told me he could hear me make small noises, like breathing or shifting in a chair. He also said I had a unique scent, one that he could smell a mile away. I was insulted when he first told me that but he said it was a pleasant scent and comforting to him because he knew I was close by. Well, he may not want me so close once he learns that I skipped work and scared William. 

"I skipped, I called in so I could go meet William for lunch. Then at lunch I scared him by telling him about paddles. Don't worry, you don't have to tell me to leave. I'll just pack my things and go," I can't bear to hear him tell me to leave. It's easier if I just left on my own. 

"Chase, could you at least let me put my things down before the production of the drama queen starts?" 

"I'm-" I try to tell him that I'm not being a drama queen but before I can he has me in the corner. 

"Stand here and calm down." 

The walls really need to be painted. As much as I hate the corner, it really does a good job calming me down, and after ten minutes I think I am as calm as I'm going to get. Jason must think so too because he asks, "Chase, can you talk to me without winning the Oscar for best dramatic performance?" 

"Yeah." Then the best thing happens, he pulls me with him to the couch and then pulls me onto his lap. 

"Chase, before you say anything more I want to tell you again. Nothing you can do will make me throw you out of our home. This is our home; we looked for it together; both of our names are on the deed; we've lived here together for four years now. You will never have to leave your home." 

He's told me this a thousand times, but it's hard to remember. I grew up going from one foster home to the next until I was too old to be cute, then I was in the group house for boys. It's hard to remember that this is my home. 

"I know, but I really fucked up this time," I need him to know that this was bad, really bad. 

"Chase, you've had a view of the corner; you have a spanking coming for calling into work for no good reason. Do you want to add a mouth washing on top of all that?' 

No, I really don't. "No, but Jason, I did really fu- umm, mess up." 

"Tell me." 

How can he be so calm? But I tell him. I tell him about calling William and talking him into going out for lunch. I tell him about calling work and acting sick. And I confess to the biggest crime, scaring William with talk of paddles. 

"This is nothing we can't handle. This isn't even a hiccup in our journey together." 

Jason can handle everything. 

"You were trying to be a friend to William but you need to think things through. We didn't even talk about paddles until about six months after the first time I spanked you. Did you really think Reed had brought paddles up?" 

Well, when he put it like that, "No." 

"See, when you really think about things, you know what should and shouldn't be said. Now, about you calling into work. Chase, you have a responsibility to your employers. They work hard on their schedules to take everyone into consideration. If you call in when you aren't really sick, you are not being very considerate of the other employees. This isn't the first time we've talked about this." 

No it isn't the first time; hell, it isn't the tenth time. But all I can say is, "No, it's not." 

"I am going to paddle you because we have talked about this many times before. I am not spanking you for trying to be a friend to William. I just want you to think a little before you talk to him. Do you think you can try?" 

"Yes, I'll try to think before I open my big mouth. Do you think he'll want to talk to me again?" I sure hope so, I haven't had a friend who's a brat before. 

"Yes, Chase, I think he will talk to you again. Now, go get the paddle, and let's be done with this. Then, we can enjoy the rest of the evening." 

He'll enjoy the evening, I'll have a sore butt, I think as I go into the spare bedroom. We keep the paddle in here, and most of the spankings happen in here. Jason thought it was best if we had a room for discipline. I kind of understand but a spanking's a spanking no matter where you get it. 

He follows me in but sits on the bed as I go to the drawer where the wretched thing lives. I turn and walk to him. His hand slides down my arm to my hand and takes the paddle from me. Tonight he takes on the task of baring my behind. Then I feel myself being bent across his knees. I am such a baby as tears are already welling up in my eyes. They spill over as his hand starts to splat against my butt. This is only the warm up; he will use the paddle once my buns are a nice rosy red. I always want to ask him how he knows when my butt is warmed up enough, but I forget until I'm across his knee, then all I can think about is the fire he is lighting on my ass. 

Afterwards, he holds me until I quit crying. He never makes fun of me for crying. He says that if I have something to cry about then I ought to cry. We have a quiet dinner together. I squirm a little because our chairs are so hard on a freshly paddled butt. Then we go to bed, a little early, but I'm tired. Jason holds me as I burrow into him. Then I think to myself, I'm so damn lucky, before I drift off to sleep. 

The end.