Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 10:41:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.com>
Subject: You want me to do What 13

If you are not of legal age to read this please leave Also Chad get is ass
spanked, If you don't like to read this kind of stuff please don't Thank
you Terry

You Want Me To Do What.
T. Clayborn
Chapter 13

As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed that Ry was still sitting on the
bed; he gave me a worried smile. I took a seat at the table. "I brought
breakfast," he said, pointing at a bag on the table. I reached over and
looked in it, then gave him a smile. He stopped by a little deli that does
breakfast sandwiches. I grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite and
savored it.

"Thank you," I managed to mumble around the food.

"You're welcome, Pet, I mean Chad," he said, as he got up and opened an ice
chest that was on the floor, giving me a pint of milk. "Pepsi is for
later," he said with a smile; he always made sure I had milk in the
morning; he is so sweet. I took the milk, swallowed my food, and then took
a swig. He squatted down beside me with his hand on my leg. "Are you still
my Pet?" he asked with worried eyes.

"Yes," I told him (the nickname made me feel special), putting my arms
around his neck. He picked me up and hugged me tight; I wrapped my legs
around his waist and held on.  God, it felt so good to be back in his arms!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said. I could feel his face on
my chest, and it was wet; my Ry was crying. "I guess I just went too far
this time. But Dad expects me to be just like him, and the only part of me
that's like him is I love you," he said.

Ry, we need to talk before, or if, I go home with you," I said to him. He
pulled his head back and looked at me; I thought for sure he was going to
start crying again. He started to say something, but I placed my lips to
his and stopped him with a killer kiss.

"Alright, you have my attention," he said, as he sat on the bed. I climbed
off his lap and dragged a chair close to the bed.

"First, and most important, I love you, not just because our dads got this
crazy plan in their heads to keep you safe. I really and truly love you
with all my heart, and I always have, I know it's sick for a cousin to love
another cousin, but I can't help it; that is why I want this to work out so
bad." I gave him a smile, and took his hands into mine and squeezed them as
hard as I could, which was not that hard.

"Also, I have no problem with you being in charge of our relationship. I
don't mind when you pull me over your lap and spank me for doing something
wrong, or being the boss when it comes to school work, friends, and other
things. I know you want to keep me safe and out of harm's way, so I can
better myself and be strong, and when you want me to stay on the right path
of life and not go on the wrong side of the line. I don't even mind the S&M
play, as long as it's played once in a while, but not all the time. If you
want to play that way, we will go to this club I know of, and you will be
taught properly by someone I met there. He's been doing that kind of play
for twenty years. That's the only way we will do that kind of play; no more
of our Dads showing us how it works.

"Also, I know it was my idea to have sex with the Dads, but from now on, it
will only be us in our room. Alongside the road...that was hot, but if I
bring it up again, smack me upside the head, or ass, or wherever you want;
just stop me," I said. "If you want to use toys while we are having sex,
that's fine by me. I don't mind being tied up and gagged with a candy dick,
or tied up and fucked till I pass out." I gave him a grin; he smiled back
on that one.

"But the most important rule I have is...no matter what...if I say 'no, not
tonight', it's a solid 'no', and if you say 'no' or 'not tonight', it goes
for me too. I will back off and leave it be," I told him.

 "No matter what...the last one is solid," I told him. "Alright your turn"
Ry didn't say anything; he just got up and left. I was about ready to flip!
I thought for sure he would say something.  After a few minutes, I heard a
click as the key slid down the lock and the door opened.  Ry came back
carrying an overnight bag. He then took my arm and pulled me to my feet. He
sat where I'd been sitting, then he pulled me over his lap, and slipped his
arms around my waist to pin me again his belly. Then he rubbed my ass with
his other hand; I knew what was about to happen. I grabbed ankles.

"This is for running away," he said, as he lifted his hand and brought it
down with a smack,

"Owww, dammit, Ry" I yelled. I tried to put my hand back there but he just
grabbed it and slid it under me and held me tighter.

He smacked me a couple more times, then stopped. "You don't run away from
me; you talk to me. If you have to, you thump me on the back of the head to
get my attention, but you (smack) don't (smack) run from (smack) me ever."
With the last word, his hand fell several times, very hard. All I could do
was wiggle, scream, and cry. Then I felt him shift and move to get
something; I tried my hardest to see what it was. He yanked open his bag
and pulled out something. I moved my head to see, but it came down across
my sit spot four times before I could think; it was the damn paddle he had
in the drawer. I don't know how long it took me to realize he had me up
sitting on his lap.  His hand gently rubbed my back as he whispered words
of love in my ear.  "Shhhh, it's alright; no one's mad. Shhhh, I love you,
and we're alright. It's in the past." He then gently kissed my forehead.

It took me awhile to stop crying, but I did, and for some reason I felt
better. Maybe it sounds strange, but I felt like Ry and I made up in a way
that only we could do; strange, huh? After a few minutes, Ry slipped my
feet to the floor, and turned me around and looked at my rear. Yes, it was
red like a beet, but dad has done worse to me when I was younger.

"That hurt," I told him, rubbing my ass with both hands.

"It's supposed to, so you will learn not to do it again," he said, standing
up.

"Alright, young man, sit and listen," he said, as he tossed a pillow on the
chair.

I sat where he pointed, shifted a bit, then got up and sat on the bed. "Too
hard," I told him, pulling my legs up under me so that I was sitting
cross-legged on the bed.

"I love you more then you know. I always have...since the day your mom and
dad brought you home from the hospital. I fell in love with you; the way
you looked; the way you smelled. When dad suggested this crazy idea of his,
I told him I would go along with it only if I could have you. If you had
said 'no', I would have given up sex until I could have talked to you about
it." He laughed, and said, "Well, maybe. I do like sex," and grinned. "I
wanted to talk to you in the first place, but he stepped over my head like
always. I don't want to be like him; the games are fine with me, if you
want to play; however, we don't have to. If you want me to learn the
correct way of playing, I'll go to the club and learn. The dads won't have
to know anything about it."

"Also, while you are in school, the spanking will continue if you don't do
your homework, or you break curfew, sass me, put your life in danger, or
anything else I see wrong." I just nodded. "As of today, you belong to me;
you're mine; and no one else. I own your heart, soul, mind, and body. From
the tip of your reddish blond hair," he looked down at my feet, "to your
pink toe nails," he said. Taking my hands into his, and pulling me to my
feet, he wrapped both arms around me and hugged me tighter than he's ever
had. He planted a kiss on me that was so hot it made my toes curl. "I will
'kill' anyone who hurts you, no matter who they are," he said when he let
go of my mouth.  I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. He
softly said, "I am sorry I did what I did, but I can't take it back. When I
found you gone, I thought you had gone somewhere to think. When I saw that
the car was gone, I knew you went home. But when we

 got there, and your stuff was gone, I almost died inside. I had no idea
what to do, so I just dropped to my knees and I cried. I told dad it was
his fault and to get out; I didn't want to see him again, ever. Uncle Chris
just held me, telling me that we would find you. I haven't spoken to dad
since we got back, and if you don't want me to, I won't. As far as I am
concerned, it's just us, Love; just the two of us." He stopped for a minute
to let all of this sink into my head. "Are you alright with this?" he
asked.

"Yes," I told him, and kissed him hard. With our mouths open and our
tongues dancing, Ry fell back onto the bed, with me laid out across his
chest. His hand found my sore bottom and rubbed gently, slipping his
fingers into my crack; all I could do was moan. Ry then kissed my neck.

"Chad, may we?" he asked, with pleading eyes.

I had to think about that really hard. I wanted to so bad, but I thought if
I gave into him so easy, what good did all my running and talking do. "No,
all I want to do tonight is for us to hold each other, watch movies, go
swimming, cuddle, and be a couple who loves each other," I told him.

"If that what's you want," he told me. I just nodded my head.

That night we had a date; we really never dated. He took me for lunch, and
we walked around the mall. He bought me ice cream, and a really cool
ring. Then we went to the movies; we held hands and kissed, just like any
other couple. An older, straight couple gave us a smile. The man asked if
we had been together long. Ry said 'no', just about six months. The man
smiled and held his wife's hand tight. "Oh, I remember the dating; it was
in the late forties, during World War II, but that didn't stop us. We got
married, raised nine children, and are still happily married," he said. The
wife just smiled. "We've been married for six-eight years." They both
smiled at us, and slowly walked away.

"Wow! Is that going to be us?" I asked Ry, as he took my hand and we headed
for the exit door.

"I sure hope so," he said, opening the door for me, so we could leave. He
then took me to the same club Dan took me too when we first started our
little business.

We stopped by Wal-Mart and got us some snacks and stuff; then to the video
store, where we found a couple movies neither of us had seen; and then we
went back to the motel. I slipped into a pair of sleeper boxers; Ry gave me
an odd look, but said nothing. We then climbed up on the bed, with our
backs against the wall, and watched movies. About half-way through the
second one, I laid my head on Ry's shoulder and yawned. He slipped his arm
around my shoulders and laid my head down on his lap. "It's alright, Pet; I
won't bother you," he said, as he gently rubbed my back.

When I awoke, it was early in the morning, and I still had my head on Ry's
lap. He had somehow stretched out without waking me. I just stretched out
beside him, using his arm for my pillow, like always. We got woke up when
the phone started ringing. "Hello? Alright give us fifteen minutes," I
heard him say. Then I felt him shaking my shoulder. "Pet, wake up; check
out time was half ago," he said. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"You need a shave," I said, rolling over and pulling the blankets up over
my head.

"At home; come on, before they charge your dad another day," he said.  I
heard him let out a sigh, and then he grabbed me up and made his way across
the room; I heard the shower come on.

"I'm awake," I said.

"Sure?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. He put me down.

"Piss; dress; we got ten minutes," he said, leaving me alone to do my
stuff. When I came out, Ry had already unhooked the DVD player, and tossed
our stuff into our bags. A pair of jean and a Tee was laid out on the
bed. I dressed, and just as I pulled on my shoes, someone banged on the
door. "House Keeping," we heard. "In a minute," Ry yelled back. I stood as
Ry gave the room a once over, and we left. I grabbed the DVD's on my way
out the door.

"Too late to head for school," I said, looking at my watch. It was almost
twelve.

"Let's head home," Ry said, as we headed for our cars. I tossed my stuff
into my car, and Ry started to climb into his. Then he stopped and looked
at me. "You are coming home, aren't you?" he asked. I had to think for a
moment.

"Yeah, be there in a few," I said, as I climbed into my car. I headed home
to chat with mom.

"Ry, I'm home," I yelled out, as I opened the door. The apartment was quiet
and dark.