Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2009 09:44:05 -0800 (PST)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.com>
Subject: You Want Me To Do What 21

You want me to do what.
Chapter 21

Warning If you are too young to read this please leave, Chad gets spanked
and paddled in this chapter, but this is just my thing. Thanks Jere for the
editing

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The phone woke me up.

"This better be good," I said into the phone.

"Morning lover boy. Is Ry sleeping?" Jon asked me.

"Yes why?" I asked, wondering what the hell he was up to so early in the
morning.

"I need a favor, and I don't need him asking questions," Jon told me. Since
the phone was cordless, I got up and went to the bathroom.

"You want me to drive?" I asked him.

"Yeah, Jack's gone, and Dad took my DL and wheels away, cuz he caught me
drinking and driving," he told me, as I pissed.

"Ok, give me thirty minutes," I told him. He said 'cool', and hung
up. Since Jon played my lover when that social worker was at the house, Ry
didn't't say too much when I took off with Jon, as long as he knew where I
was going and where, and about what time I was going to be back. I grabbed
a shower, and got dressed. Knowing Jon, we were going to one of his
high-class friends to get some pot, so I dressed fit to kill - tight black
jeans, tight t-shirt. After I was dressed, Ry was still asleep, so I left
him a note telling him I was with Jon. I said, 'I'm not sure where I'm
going, or when I will get back, but I'll call if it gets to be too
late. Love, Pet.'

I grabbed the keys to my car and headed out to pick up Jon. He was waiting
outside when I pulled up - I didn't't even stop; he ran up and jumped into
the car as I pulled up. His ass no sooner hit the seat than he was on my
phone with someone. All I got was...

"On our way. He's cool. No, he won't tell. OK, no problem." He then played
with the setting for a minute, and flipped it shut. "Sorry; it's a need to
know kind of thing, and you don't need to know," he told me, laying my
phone in my lap. We drove in silence. He would tell me where to go, and
where to turn. We got into a part of town I never saw before; it was really
run down - people sleeping in cars, some which were burned out. I even saw
a guy pissing on one of the boarded up buildings. `God, if Ry knew I was on
this side, he'd skin me alive,' I thought, as Jon pointed to a
building. "OK, let me out. You drive around the corner; if a cop stops you,
tell him you're lost," he said, as he opened the door. "I meet you at the
corner over there," he said, pointing down the street to what I thought was
a donut shop. "Lock your doors; don't open them for anyone," he said, as he
slammed my door shut. I did as I was told; I drove

 around the block and parked, making sure my car was facing the way Jon
was. I saw a few homeless people come by, and they looked at me. I just
went back to watching for my friend. After awhile, I saw Jon come out of
the building; his hands were in his pockets, and his head was down, but he
was walking faster than normal for him. I started the car and waited, when
I saw someone come out of the alley. Jon started to walk fast, and so did
the guy that was walking behind him. I pulled out and headed for Jon. Just
as I got close to him, I reached over and opened the door; Jon jumped in. I
flipped a "bitch" in the middle of the street, and stepped on the gas. The
car burned rubber, but we got out of there alive. I didn't't slow down
until I saw the street we needed.  Once we got close to our own area of
town, I pulled into a parking lot. Jon just kind of looked at me. I found a
place in the back, under some trees, so we'd be out of the way. I then

 turned off the car, and I locked all four doors.

"You want to tell me what the hell that was?" I asked. Jon just sunk lower
in his seat.

"I bought some pot and some other stuff," Jon told me. "I don't know who
the alley guy was," he said, looking at his legs. "I always buy from this
guy, and never got followed like that before," he told me, looking
pasty. He then took a deep breath, undid his zipper, and pulled something
long out of his pants. "Want to roll one?" he asked, showing me a bag of
weed rolled up.

"We'll go to the old hideout, so you can smoke it," I told him. He gave me
a smile, and we pulled out of the parking lot, and headed out. The old
hideout was an old box car behind the rail yard. I parked my car under the
bypass and locked it; there were all kinds of cars there, so I knew mine
would not be bothered. Jon and I made our way through the fence, making our
way to the box car, to find a few other friends there, doing what we
wanted. Jon and I decided to join their party, instead of starting our
own. It didn't't take too long for a regular party to start.

I had no idea what time it was when we came out of the box car, but it was
still light out. Ry was going to beat my ass I thought, as I stumbled
toward my car.

I dropped Jon off at his house, and made my way home. When I pulled into my
space, I saw Ry's truck was gone. `Oh, hell, I thought, grabbing my
phone. Jon had turned the damn thing to silent, so I didn't hear it ring. I
had several missed calls, voice mails, and text messages from Ry a couple
from Dad; then I saw the time. It was close to five, and I left at nine. I
just laid my head back onto the seat. Ry was going to be pissed as hell at
me. I grabbed my phone and hit the number for Ry's phone.

"Where?" was all Ry asked when he answered. I could hear he tension in his
voice.

"Home" I told him.

"I'll be home in twenty," he told me; I could hear him sigh when he spoke.

I headed up stairs and grabbed a quick shower; I wanted to make sure I was
clean from the inside out, just in case Ry decided to have fun after he
beat my ass, bloody raw. I had just slipped on the black thong, when I
heard the door rattle, and then Ry stepped in. He did not look happy at
all.

He stood there, with his arms across his chest, looking at me. "Are you
high?" he said.  I held up my hand, indicating, with my fingers, that I was
just a little high. He shook his head. "And you drove home this way?" he
asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. Ry let out a sigh, as he pointed to
the one corner in the living room that had nothing in it. I just looked at
him. "Do I need to put you in it?" Ry voice was stern I still didn't
move. When he started to come toward me, I finally got my brain to tell my
legs to move, and I got to the corner before he could get to me. But that
didn't stop him from giving me one hell of a swat to the ass cheeks.

"Owww! Damn-it, Ry!" I yelped, and spun around to face him. "That hurt!" I
told him.

"Good, now face the wall. I want you to think about what you did wrong," he
stated, as he spun me around. "I'll fix dinner," he said, as he went into
the kitchen.

I laid my head against the wall, closed my eyes, and listened to the noise
in the kitchen, and the hum of the heater. I actually thought about what I
had done that day. Everything came crashing down into my thoughts. `Oh,
god, he's going to kill me,' I thought, as I stood there thinking. I must
have jumped a foot when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned my
head, and saw Ry standing there behind me; he smiled and pulled me into a
hug.

 "We're having tacos," he told me. Pulling me into him, he held me tight,
and I felt him kiss the top of my head as his hand rubbed up and down my
back. "Go wash your hands," he told me, letting me go. When I got into the
kitchen, Ry had already made his plate, but he sat waiting for me. Even
though I did eat at the party, I was still starving, pot does that to
you. After dinner was finished, Ry and I went to set on the sofa. I sat
beside him, kind of facing him so we could talk.

"Are you going to spank me?" I asked, knowing he probably would.

"Probably, but I want to hear about your day so I know if it is just a
spanking you earned yourself, and not a paddling," he said.

I swallowed hard, and gave him all the details from the time I picked up
Jon, to the time I came home. Ry's expressions went from to upset to
totally pissed. Then he kissed my forehead and got to his feet. Taking my
hand into his, he pulled me to my feet and led me into the spare room. When
we got there, in the middle of the room sat a straight-back chair; on the
seat was a wooden paddle. I heard the door shut behind us. Ry led me over
to it, then picked up the paddle and sat down, moving me to his left side.

"Ry, please not that!" I begged him; the one time in the motel room was
enough for me. He didn't say anything; he just lowered my thong and pulled
me across his lap. My dick had to know what was going to happen, because it
hid. Once I was settled over his lap, Ry wrapped one arm around my waist to
hold me against him.  I felt him shift to one side, then he straightened up
again.

"Pet do you know why I am doing this?" he asked, as he gently rubbed my
ass. He used my 'pet' name to let me know he was not mad at me, but just
upset with my decisions that day. I just nodded my head; I knew I didn't
have the voice to answer him, because I was trying hard not to start
bawling. Then I felt his hand raise, and it came down with a solid smack
right across both cheeks. I jumped, and grabbed the runners under the
chair. Ry smacked the same place twice; then he moved. He went down one
side and up the other, a couple of times. I was crying hard, when I
realized he was now rubbing my back and not smacking my ass. I knew it had
to be red as a beet, because it felt like it was on fire. I laid there for
a moment, crying and sobbing; he gently rubbed my back. Once I calmed down
some, I tried to lift myself off his lap, but his arm stopped me from
moving. "Almost over, love," he told me. I felt him shift in the seat; then
I realized he had

 moved to pull the paddle out from behind him.

I tried to get up, but he held me tight; then I felt him hit.

SMACK! SMACK! "You do not go to that side of town again." SMACK! SMACK!
"You do not smoke pot and drive home." SMACK! SMACK! "or drink and drive."
SMACK! SMACK! "Nor do you take Jon to go buy his drugs," he told me between
each swat. The last two smacks came hard and fast, right on the seat spot!
I jumped with each smack, and screamed, while kicking my legs. It did no
good; I was not going anywhere. Also, now I know why dad always pinned them
down with his.

I went limp over Ry's lap. After a few minutes, I felt his arm under my
chest. Then he lifted me up, so that I was sitting on his lap. My ass was
between his legs, so that it would not touch anything hard. I buried my
face into Ry's neck; it took a long time for me to calm down enough to
understand his voice. The whole time he held me tight, and rubbed my hip,
while the other hand gently rubbed up and down my back.

"Shhhh. It's alright. Calm down. Breathe; that's it; deep breathe. Shhhh,
I'm not upset." The whole time he gently rocked me, and rubbed my
back. Then I felt his lips on my wet cheek, as he kissed it. Finally, he
stood, taking me with him, to our bed and laid down with me. I felt him
reach for something, then I heard a pop of something and, after a few
seconds, I felt his wet hand on my back; he was gently rubbing lotion on
it. I rolled over so he could rub it better.

"Can you do my butt?" I asked. I felt the bed jiggle under me; I knew Ry
was laughing.

"Nope. If I take the pain away, what good is the punishment," he
said. While we laid there, Ry did lazy eights, zigzag lines, circles, and
other things with his hands, drawing his fingers on my back.

"Are we good?" I asked. I finally let out a loud yawn, and closed my eyes.

"Yeah, Pet, we're good," he said, as I felt his lips on the side of my
head, and he got up.

**********

I got up when the alarm went off, and headed to the bathroom. By habit, I
pissed, turn on the water, and then grabbed my toothbrush to get the funk
out of my mouth. I looked at the mirror; the door had one of those full
length mirrors on it. I shifted a little - I could see my whole back side
in the mirror. From my ass cheeks to the back of my thighs was pink. I
could see the outline of the paddle on my left ass cheek. I reached back
and gently touched it, and jumped; it hurt still. I just looked up at the
ceiling, and rolled my eyes. How the hell am I going to be able to sit at
school? Shaking my head, I climbed into the shower and got bathed. When I
stepped out, Ry was pissing; I didn't even hear him come in.

"Morning, Pet," he said. As he moved to give me a kiss, I gave him my
cheek. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just that if we start, we won't be able to finish, and I'll
get frustrated and be pissy all day.

Ry laughed and then stepped to the side. I got dressed, found something
fast to eat, and headed for school. When I got home, I did my homework, and
got dinner going; Ry and I really need to get a Crock-pot or a roaster, so
we don't have to eat hamburger helper, or what we call fast meals, and take
out is getting boring.

"Mom, I need help," I told her.

She laughed. "What do you have to fix?" she asked.

"What we've got are a couple of chicken breasts, couple of carrots,
potatoes, and a bag of mixed veggies, a head of cabbage, and something
slimy and green.

"You need to go shopping," She told me.

"Yeah, I know. We were supposed to go yesterday, but I took off with Jon,"
I told her. I could hear her let out a frustrating breath.

"OK, this is what you do; throw out the green/slimy thing," she said with a
laugh, and then she told me how to make chicken stew.

When Ry got home, the stew was just finishing. He came in with a smile, and
gave me a kiss. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

I got up and headed into the kitchen, and dished out the stew, and buttered
a few slices of bread.

"So, dear, how was your day?" Ry asked, while he blew at the strew to cool
it.

I just looked at him, but smiled. "Let's see, sweetheart," I said, as I
tapped my chin. He laughed and I just smiled, shaking my head. "We do need
to go shopping," I told him. He looked at his watch,

"I get out early tomorrow, so I'll have your dad call and get you an early
release so you can help," he said.

I shook my head 'no'. "Can't; I have testing tomorrow afternoon," I told
him.

"OK, we'll make a list, and I'll go," he said. I just looked at him over my
spoon.

"Call my mom; she'll go; she loves to shop," I told him.

"Yeah, OK," he said.

We ate, did dishes, and then headed into the living room to watch TV. We
watched our regular programs and stuff; then Ry turned to me, taking my
hand in his, and kissed it.

"We're invited to a Halloween party; do you want to go?" he asked. I almost
bounced off the sofa.

"Yes! Oh, hell, yes!" I sang out; I love Halloween.

Ry called the person who was having the party, and told them 'yes', we'd
go.

**********

I had just slipped on my shoes, when Ry leaned against the door, shaking
his head. He licked his lips, and I ran past him, into the bathroom to put
on the last touch of makeup. I was going as a vampire; with help from Tim,
I was able to get a pair of fangs that actually fit my mouth. I ran out of
the bathroom. Ry grabbed my arm, and pulled me back to him; the kiss was
long and hot. "Remind me to get you home by sunrise," Ry said, as he pulled
away.

I smiled at him and nodded, breathless; then we headed out the door.

The party was cool. We got carded at the door. Ry was able to go over to
have a beer, and I had to go over to the non-drinking area, where they gave
me a tag to wear, stating I was underage, and I was not to go beyond a
certain point. This was no problem; I was more into the games the other
kids were playing.

I was having a blast; every now and then I would go over to let Ry know I
was fine, and I was behaving myself.

When we got called for dinner, I ate like I was starved to death. I don't
even remember what I ate that night; if it was placed in my reach, I
stuffed it in my mouth.  Ry laughed, and shook his head. At one point, he
came over to me and pulled me off by ourselves.

Ry watched me down a cup of punch; I never paid any mind to the residue at
the bottom of the cup; I figured it was the punch powder that didn't get
mixed up right. Ry held my head in his hands, and looked right into my
eyes; it was like he was searching for something, but could not find it. I
reached up and kiss him hard; then I rubbed my crotch into his; one hand
came down and rubbed his ass. Playing grab ass in our home was one thing,
but for me to do it in public was something I would never do. He grabbed my
hand and pushed me back.  "Chad, you OK?"

"Yeah, why?" I told him.

"You look kind of weird," he said. I just gave him a smile, and headed off
to play games.

"Dude, you need to sit down," some guy, who looked like an alien. told
me. I just waved him off, and grabbed another cup of punch, and headed off
toward the dance floor. I noticed this guy who stood close to me. Then I
saw about five older guys standing off in the corner; they kept their eyes
on me during the whole party. I smiled.  I didn't notice when they joined
me on the dance floor, but they kind of looked cute, through the makeup and
all.

 I was dancing with a dead football jock, a mummy, a zombie, a ghost, and I
had no idea what the last guy was. The next thing I knew, the room was
spinning, and I could not get my eyes to focus. At one time, I saw five
guys; the next, I saw several of them standing around me smiling.

"Chad, what the hell, are you doing?" I heard. I looked down and saw
several people looking at me. I blinked and looked around me; I was
standing on a table taking off my clothes.

"Dancing," I told him, as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down off the
table.

He gave me a shake. "What the hell have you been drinking or smoking?" he
asked.

"Nothing, just punch," I slurred out. I shook my head for a moment, then
put my hand on Ry's chest, pushed him back, and barf on his shoes and the
floor. I heard several people yell out 'gross', 'nasty'. I felt hands on my
shoulder, and I looked up to see Ry's very concerned and confused eyes.

"Let's get you home," he told me; I grabbed my cup of punch as he guided me
out the door. I don't remember the ride, but when we got home, all I wanted
to do was to get out of my clothes. I as hot as hell, and I sweating like
crazy. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. All of a sudden, I got dry
mouth. I headed for the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filled it up, and
downed it. It didn't help; all I wanted was more. Then I got nervous, and I
started to pace. I got a glass of water, and started pacing the kitchen. Ry
just watch ed, and told me to settle down. I sat, but my legs jiggled, so I
got up; all I wanted to do was move.

"What's wrong with me, Ry?" I asked. I was about ready to start crying.

"I don't know, and the dads are not at home," he told me, holding the phone
to his ear. "Dad, it's me, Ry. Call me ASAP." Then he hung up, and watched
me pace back and forth. I was starting to do jumping jacks in the
kitchen. Ry turned off the heat, and found a fan. He turned it on, so it
would blow on me. I grab the two litter bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the
fridge, and started to drink it. I didn't even bother to get a glass; I
wanted something to drink, and nothing was quenching the thirst. I grabbed
one of Ry's beers, but he took it from me, and handed me the soda back.

"Calvin, hey, I've got a problem; something is wrong with my cousin. Not
sure. We were at a party, and all of a sudden he started acting odd, and
now he's doing calisthenics in the kitchen." Ry was quiet for a
moment. "Punch, no open cups; yeah, real bad." Ry came over to me and put
his hand on my chest. "Like a race horse," he said. He then eyed me for a
minute. "OK, sure. I'll leave it unlocked," Ry told whoever was on the
phone. "Come on, love, time for a shower," he told me, pulling me out of
the kitchen to the shower. Ry fiddled with the knobs, and then lifted me up
and put me in the shower. I jumped at the coldness, and tried to get
out. Ry stripped off his clothes, and stepped in with me, to hold me. He
gently poured water over my head, and moved me back under the stream. The
water was warm, but little by little, it got cold...to colder... to just
about freezing.

"Ry, you here man?" I heard someone call out.

"Bathroom; we're decent," Ry yelled out. After a few seconds, two guys came
in - well, one guy was a woman. "They both look tired."

"Ry, this is Dr. Jefferson," The guy said, as he pointed to the lady.

"Hi," Ry said, over my head.

Cal was your typical geek - shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, wire
frame glasses, tall and slender, and he kind of reminded me of Dr. J Carter
on ER.

The lady had dark red hair, that was pulled back into a pony tail. Her eyes
sparkled green in the bathroom light; her lips were a dainty pink.

 "How long has he been like this?" she asked, coming over to us.

"I don't know - an hour or so, maybe longer," Ry told her. I started to say
something, but the only thing that came out was a squeak, like a mouse.

"Get out so we can check him over," she ordered. Ry gave her a smile; she
rolled her eyes, and turned around. This Cal dude just shook his head. Ry
lifted me out, and Cal helped wrap me up in a blanket; the house was hot as
hell. Ry, Cal, and this lady, just put on sweat jackets; I thought they had
lost their minds.

She took my temp, BP, and made me pee in a cup; she stuck a stick in
it. "Well, that's good," she said, and handed it to Cal, who took it and
put it in a plastic bag; he sealed and taped it. Then she took my arm and
tied a big rubber band around it, and then she held up a needle.

"NO!" I yelled, and tried to get up. It took Ry and Cal to hold me down, so
she could poke me with that damn thing. When I saw my blood, fill the
syringe part, I started to lick my lips. Then I felt a hand over my
eyes. When I started to scream, one went over my mouth.

"Easy, Chad, it's alright; she's almost done," Ry told me. I opened my
mouth. "You bite me, and I will spank you right here in front of the both
of them," he whispered; I just licked his fingers.

"I don't like needles," I told them, as she stuck a cotton ball and a strip
of tape on my arm.

She mumbled something, and then turned to Ry, and jerked her head toward
the kitchen. "Bring me some water," I yelled out. I could not hear what
they were saying. Cal and the lady took turns doing the same stuff over and
over, except the pee and blood. They made me get up off the sofa and do
things, like run in place, take cooler showers. When I got hungry, the doc
sent Cal out for Ice cream.

I have no idea what time it was when I started to see only one person. I
also started to wonder who this lady and guy was, and why was she here?
"Who are they?" I asked, pulling the blanket tighter around me, and then I
realized that all I had on was a thong. "And why the hell is it so cold in
here?" I bellowed, when I realized the apartment was freezing.

Ry looked at me, and turned the fan off, and turned the heater back on to a
low setting. The lady came over to me, and took my temp and BP
again. "Normal; that's good."  She then flashed a light in my eyes. "Back
to normal," she said.

She then sat down beside me and patted my leg. "What did you drink at the
party?" she asked. I raised my eyebrows.

"Punch," I told her. "It might have been spiked; it had an odd taste to it,
and there were some crystals on the bottom of my cup."

"Mine tasted fine; nothing odd with it," Ry said.

"Did you two stay close?" she asked.

"No, I was over with the younger kids and high school students," I told
them.

"I need to get another urine sample, and more blood," she told me, handing
me a cup.

I started to tell her no blood, but from the look on Ry's face, I held out
my arm so she could draw the blood. Again, when I started to lick my lips,
I felt a hand over my eyes.

"I'm going to have a test run on this, but I figure you were drinking
Ecstasy, or what they call the 'date rape drug'. I wish I had your cup,"
she said, "so I can run tests on it," she said, as she put stuff in her
bag. "Don't worry; the test will be under a number; not your name."

"My cup is in the car," I told her. She looked at me, and Ry spun
around. "I grabbed it before you dragged me out of there by my arm," I told
him. "I was thirsty. And it actually tasted OK, after a few glasses," I
said, looking at the woman.

"I'll go get it," he said, as Cal handed him a bag.

"Don't toss it out if anything is left in it," she said, as Ry grabbed his
keys.

I let out a big yawn, and curled up on the sofa. The next thing I knew,
there was a banging at the door.