The Reconciliation
By:
Oliver Meadows
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“How long will you be gone, Sir?”
“Two days, maybe three.”
I glance down, a smile forming.
“Whatever you’re planning in that silly little mind of yours boy, forget it.”
“Planning, Sir? Me?”
“No, boy. Your twin brother.”
“I don’t have a brother, Sir.”
“And the world breathes a collective sigh of relief!”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Sir. That hurt my feelings.”
“Truth sometimes hurts, boy. Anyway, your discipline monitor will be in charge.”
“Please, Sir. Not him. He’s mean!”
“He is not mean, Oliver. I strongly suggest you refrain from pulling any pranks on him. I recall a certain naughty boy not being able to sit for a few days. I’m hoping you remember also, Ollie.”
“I remember, Sir. No pranks.”
Geez! I ask a simple question. He acts like I’ll burn the effing house down if I’m left alone a couple days. Now that effing DM Ollie is going to be in charge!
“Ollie…Ollie…OLIVER!”
“Huh? What!?”
“Attitude, boy. I may just have to adjust it before I leave. Tell your discipline monitor I want to see him in my office. One more thing, boy…DO. NOT. EAVESDROP! Capisce?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“DM Ollie! Sir wants to see you in his office,” I yell.
“He’s in his room. Go knock on his door and tell him, Oliver.”
“OK!” He’s probably watching porn and jacking off. I wish I could watch porn and jack off. But, I have this fucking cage on my nub.
Knock knock knock.
“DM Ollie. Sir wants to see you in his office.”
DM Ollie goes into the office and shuts the door. I listen, but can’t hear anything. I press my ear against the door, nothing. I hope Sir’s reading him the riot act. Think I’ll call Gus, see what he’s doing.
*********
Meanwhile, in Pete’s (Oliver’s Sir) office…
“How’s it going, Pete? Oliver says you want to see me?”
“I’m going away for a couple of days. Here’s a list of things I want done. Hopefully, Oliver will be too busy to get into trouble. I’m relaxing the no spanking rule, Ollie. If he gives you a hard time, you may give his boy butt one good smack, and send him to his corner. Otherwise, contact his disciplinarian.”
“I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back. I want to surprise Oliver, so don’t let him know. One more thing; there is something going on in that silly mind of his, so beware.”
“No telling on that front, Pete. From the look of this list, I doubt Oliver will have time to pull any stunts.”
“Ha! Don’t underestimate that boy, Ollie!”
“Tell my boy I want to see him. He’s probably right outside the door.”
Meanwhile, Oliver calls Gus
“Hey, Gus! How’s it going?”
“Not bad, Ollie.”
“Sir is going away for a few days, and leaving DM Ollie in charge. What does he think I’ll do, burn the house down?”
“Well, bro, there was that time you forgot about the roast in the oven.”
“One time, Gus. One time. Anyway, Sir thinks I’m planning something. Do you believe it?”
“Are you, Ollie? Tell me. You know I won’t tell.”
“The less you know, the better. That way, you won’t get in trouble. Gotta go, bro. DM Ollie is calling me. Later, Gus.”
“Oliver!”
“What?!”
“Stop with the attitude, boy.”
“You haven’t seen attitude, DM Ollie. Not yet.”
“Oooh. I’m shaking in my boots. Your Sir wants you.”
“You want to see me, Sir?”
“Oliver, while I’m gone, I want you to go through your closet and remove everything you can’t wear, or don’t want. Wash them, and take them to Last Chance. Give them to sir Frank. I’m sure there are boys there that need them.”
“But Sir! I like those clothes.”
“They’re too big, Ollie. We’ll get you more.”
“Oh, alright. Is that it?”
“That’s it. We’re meeting sir Seth and Gus for dinner at 7. Be ready to leave by 6:30, boy.”
“Six-thirty! That’s hardly enough time to get ready, Sir.”
“You have two hours, Oliver. That’s plenty of time. Tell you what, boy. I’m leaving at six-thirty. If you’re not ready, you can stay home with DM Ollie and get started on the list I gave him.”
“You gave him a list? What kind of list, Sir?”
“A chore list. You’re not just going to laze about while I’m gone.”
“But I already have chores, Sir.”
“Now you have more. You’re wasting your time, boy. Better get a move on.”
He springs this dinner thing on me at the last minute, and expects me to be ready in two hours. He KNOWS it takes me longer than that! Now I have to rush. Oh, well, at least I’ll get to see Gus. Maybe Sir will let me go to The Pony, after. I’d better call Gus so he can talk to sir Seth.
“Hi, Gus. It’s me again. Sir says we’re meeting you and your sir for dinner. I’m going to ask if I can go out after. Why don’t you ask, too?”
“I’ll ask, but no guarantee.”
“Me neither, bro. All we can do is ask. I need to get ready, Gus. Talk to you soon.”
I go through my closet and pull out the clothes I’m going to wear, and lay them on the bed. I go in and take a shower, shave, and do my hair. I just finish dressing when Sir yells…
“Ten minutes, Ollie.”
“I’m coming, Sir.”
“See boy. You had plenty of time. You look very nice.”
“Thank you, Sir. You look delicious, as always.”
“Let’s go, Ollie.”
As we are going down the road, I ask, “Are we going to Ed’s, Sir?”
“No. We are going to ‘The Hacienda’”. They reportedly have very good steaks.”
“Sir? May I go to The Pony after we eat?”
“I’ll think about it.”
As I am getting out of the car after parking, I see sir Seth and Gus pulling in. We stop and wait for them. As we’re walking to the restaurant, I ask Gus about going out after dinner.
“He’s thinking about it, Ollie.”
“Yea, that’s what I got. What’s there to think about?”
As we enter the restaurant, the host says: “Welcome to The Hacienda. How may I help you?”
“Reservation for four, under Long.”
“Right this way, Sirs. Will you be needing bibs for the boys?”
“That’s a good idea. Yes, please.”
“I’ll have your waiter, bring them.”
He gives us the menus, and leaves. As we’re perusing the menu, our waiter arrives and ties bibs on me and Gus. What the heck? We’re not babies. We don’t need bibs. I’m about to protest when the waiter says:
“Hello, my name is Thomas. I’ll be your waiter for this evening. May I take your drink order?”
After a look from sir Seth, Sir says we’ll all have sodas. We have the surf and turf with loaded baked potatoes and grilled veggies.
After eating, I give Sir an expectant look. Sir Seth gives the answer I’m waiting for.
“A drink at La Rose, Pete? Send the boys to The Pony and let them expend some energy for a few hours.”
“Sounds good to me, Seth. I’ll drop the boys off, and meet you there.”
Sir drops us at the bar, and gives us two hours. Before going in, Gus again asks what I’m planning. I tell him he doesn’t want to know.
*****
We have a good time talking to friends and dancing. All too soon, it’s time to go to the La Rose and meet our Sirs.
On the way home, Sir reminds me that he’s leaving in the morning, and not to give DM Ollie a hard time. “Yes, Sir” I tell him.
“I know you’re not happy, boy. What is your problem with your discipline monitor?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” I turn my head and look out the window. I just want to be left alone.
Entering the house, I go upstairs, take off my clothes, and go to bed. I hear Sir get into bed, but I pretend to be sleeping.
I wake in the morning and reach for Sir, but he has already gone. I feel bad about pretending to be asleep last night. I hear the shower, so he hasn’t left, after all. I get up and drain my bladder, then join him in the shower.
“I’m glad you’re still here, Sir. I’m sorry about last night.”
He pulls me into a hug, and tells me everything is fine. After the shower, I clean my teeth and get dressed. I go down to the kitchen and get things ready for breakfast. It’s just about done, when Sir and DM Ollie enter. I pour the coffee, and place their plates on the table. I take my coffee, and head for the deck.
“Aren’t you joining us, Oliver?”
“No, Sir.” I tell him, “I’m not hungry.”
Actually, I’m starving. I’ll eat something later when my discipline monitor isn’t around. Why doesn’t he just leave? I think I have the perfect solution.
I finish my coffee and go back inside. I start clearing the table when Sir reminds me to get those clothes to Last Chance.
“I will, Sir. I’ll get to it after I do my chores.”
By the time the kitchen is clean, Sir is ready to leave.
“I’ll be back in a couple of days, boy. Remember what I told you.”
“Yes, Sir. I remember. No pranks. DM Ollie won’t even know I’m here.”
Sir leaves, and I continue with my chores. When I’m done, I go to our room and close and lock the door. I go through the closet, tossing the clothes I don’t want on the floor, and setting those I want to keep, aside. Once they are washed and folded, I get a couple boxes and pack them in preparation to be delivered to sir Frank. I pack what I want to keep to put them in storage.
“I’m taking these clothes to Last Chance.”
“Have you called to let them know you’re coming?”
“I don’t need to call. There’s always someone there.”
“Call anyway.”
“Nope! If you want them to know I’m on my way, you call.”
“Oliver…I said call.”
“DM Ollie…go find a big dick and sit on it!”
I load the car and take off. Sir Frank is waiting for me when I get there.
“Hi, Ollie. Need a hand?”
“No, sir. I got it. If you could hold the door, please? Thanks!”
“I have some clothes that no longer fit or I don’t wear. Sir and I thought maybe you could use them.”
“That’s really thoughtful, boy. We can always use clothes. How are things going? Are you and Gus still friends?”
“The best, sir. And things are going as well as can be expected.”
“Oh?”
“Things are great with Sir and me, at least I think they are.”
“What’s the problem, then? Maybe I can help.”
“Do you need a discipline monitor here?”
“No, I don’t. Is that the problem, Ollie?”
“Uh huh. If you were in the need of one, you could have DM Ollie, and I would be rid of him.”
“I see. Well, if I ever do, I’ll let your Sir know.”
“Don’t do that, sir! Just let me know. I’ll tell DM Ollie, and he can let Sir know he has another job.”
“Your Sir knows nothing about this, does he Oliver?”
I hang my head. “Oliver?” I can’t look at him. I just fucked up, and we both know it. I can only hope he doesn’t tell Sir.
“I have to get back before DM Ollie files a missing boy report, sir. Have a good day, sir!”
DM Ollie is waiting as I walk through the door. He points to the corner. I go over and stand there.
“Why, Oliver? What did I ever do to you?”
“You exist in my world. Go exist elsewhere.”
I stand there until I’m released.
“You didn’t eat breakfast, boy. Did you have lunch?”
“Of course! In the kitchen is a big box-like thing called a refrigerator. Inside, are items called food. I took some of these items and ate them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have extra chores to do.”
I knock out a good portion of the list and prepare to make dinner. I decide on hamburgers and French fries. I fire up the grill and put the fries in the oven.
“How many burgers DM Ollie?”
“Is that all you’re making?”
“Yep! And fries.”
“I want more than that, boy.”
“You’re welcome to make whatever you want. Just cleanup your mess when you’re done. You can always order delivery, or better yet, go out for dinner. It’s up to you.”
So far, so good. Tomorrow, I’ll execute phase one of my plan. Hopefully, by the time Sir gets home, DM Ollie will be ready to quit.
I wake at the usual time, go to the bathroom, and perform my morning ablutions. The house is very quiet without Sir rattling around in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I go downstairs, start the coffee, and make breakfast. When it’s ready, I text DM Ollie, letting him know. I eat, clean the kitchen, and put his food in the warming oven, and start my chores.
“Where’s my breakfast, boy?”
“In the warming oven.”
“What is this crap, Oliver?”
“Oatmeal. It’s what I made, and what I ate.”
“Well, I’m not eating it.”
“Suit yourself, sir. I have chores to do, and extra ones to finish. You’re capable of making yourself breakfast. Just cleanup your mess.”
“What’s with you, Oliver? You’ve been in a snit since your Sir left.”
“I told you yesterday. Is your memory that short? Perhaps you should have your head examined.”
“In your corner, boy. Ten minutes.”
I go to my corner. Things are unfolding, just as planned. I set my alarm for ten minutes, and when it goes off, I go back to doing my chores. My discipline monitor just looks at me, but not a word is said.
I complete my regular chores, and knock out the rest of the added ones. I make sandwiches for lunch, and let DM Ollie know lunch is served. This time he eats, but doesn’t say anything.
I clear the table, and start the dishwasher.
“I’m doing a load of laundry, sir. Bring whatever you want washed to the laundry room, and I’ll do it. It would be a good thing for you to open your windows, also. It smells like a locker room in there.”
“Jealous, Oliver?”
I don’t answer, I just go into my room. I pull up my favorite porn site, and start chatting with my online mates. I finish the laundry, and make dinner.
“Smells good. What did you make, boy?”
“Toasted cheese and tomato soup.”
We eat in silence. I clear things up and go back to my room. A short while later, I hear him coming up the stairs, and his door opening.
“What the heck?”
I didn’t fold his clothes, just tossed them on his bed.
I tire of the internet, so I throw on a pair of shorts and creep down the steps and out the door. I sit on the porch and chat with the neighbors and the passers-by. I hear my DM calling, but I ignore him. The door opens, and he sits beside me.
“We need to talk, boy.”
I look at him, but don’t say a word.
“I’m not leaving, Oliver. You want me gone, for whatever reason. It’s not going to happen. So, whatever you’re trying to do, or whatever plan you have in that silly little mind of yours, it’s not going to work. I suggest you forget it, and go back to your normal, irritating self.”
I go back inside. I consider locking the door, but he knows where the spare key is hidden, so I just go back to my room. I have one more day to execute the plan. Tomorrow will have to be the day.
After showering and getting dressed, I make my way to the kitchen, and start coffee. When it’s done, I grab a cup, and go out back. I go over the plan, and go back inside to start breakfast. I’m in the midst of that when my phone goes. Crap! It’s Sir!
“Hello, Sir. How are you?”
“I’m doing well, boy. Are you behaving, and not giving your DM a hard time?”
“I am, Sir. I’m busy with the list you left. I took those clothes to Last Chance, also. Sir Frank was really happy to get them, too, Sir.”
“Good boy, Oliver. Is DM Ollie there?”
“He hasn’t come down yet. Do you want me to get him?”
“No. I’ll call him later. It looks like I’ll have to stay an extra day. Be good, Oliver.”
“I will, Sir. Goodbye, Sir.”
Whew! That went well. Everything is close to being done, so I go up and let my discipline monitor know. I dish out the food when I hear him come down the steps.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning, Oliver. You actually cooked this morning. What’s the occasion?”
“I thought about what you said. Since you won’t leave, I figured I’d at least pretend to be nice. I’m even going to join you for breakfast.”
He looks at his plate, then looks at me. “What did you put in my food, boy?”
“Nothing. Here. Take my plate.”
We exchange plates, and commence to eat. After eating, I clear the table and clean the kitchen, and get on with my chores. I finish everything, and tell him I’m going for a walk.
“I’ll go with you, boy.”
“No need, sir. I’m quite capable of walking by myself. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”
“Maybe I want to go for a walk too, Oliver.”
“Do you need me to hold your hand? I’d rather walk alone. That means without you!”
“I’m making sure you don’t get lost, boy. However would I explain that to your Sir?”
“That would be awkward, wouldn’t it. He’d probably fire you.”
“Wishful thinking, Oliver?
“I can only hope. Come on, if you’re coming.”
We take a nice long walk. DM Ollie tries talking, but I ignore him. I stop and talk to people I know, then head back to the house. I make lunch and go out back. He follows.
“Are you going to dog me all my days?”
“Nope! Just until your Sir gets back.”
“You’re a PITA!”
“A what?”
“A PITA. A pain in the ass! I can’t make a move without you crawling up my ass. LEAVE. ME. ALONE! Go find a place where you’re wanted.”
“I’ve had about enough of you, Oliver. Go stand in your corner!”
“YOU GO STAND IN THE CORNER!”
I stomp inside, slamming the door shut. I go into the living room and stand there, fuming. I don’t hear a thing when, SMACK! I’m shocked! He smacked my butt. He’s not permitted to do that.
“Just wait til I tell Sir! You’re in big trouble, now!”
“Get in your corner, boy.”
I start going to my corner, and turn around and head for the door.
“I’m outta here! Fuck you, DM Ollie! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!”
“Don’t let the door slam you on your ass on the way out, Oliver!”
I grab my phone and storm out the door, and sneak into the back yard. Perfect! Now I just need to wait him out. In the meantime, I text Gus.
<Plan executed.>
<Delete this!>
I put the phone on ‘silent’, and wait. A few hours later, I hear the car start, and pull out. I sneak back in the house and go upstairs.
**********
DM Ollie’s POV
It’s been three hours since he stormed out the door. I’d better go look for him. The most obvious place is Gus, so I head over there.
Ding, dong.
“Hi, Ollie. Come on in. What can I do for you?”
“Hi, Seth. You haven’t by chance seen Oliver, have you? He stormed out the door about three hours ago, and hasn’t come back.”
“Sorry, Ollie, I haven’t. I’ll check with Gus. Perhaps he’s heard from him.”
He flips on the intercom. “Gus. Come to the den, please.”
“Yes, Sir? Oh, hi, DM Ollie. Is Oliver with you?”
“No he isn’t, boy. Have you heard from him?”
“I don’t keep my phone on me when I’m doing my chores, sir.”
“Get your phone, boy” said Seth.
“Okay, Sir. I’ll be right back.”
Gus gets his phone, sees the message from Oliver, and deletes it. He brings his phone and hands it to his Sir.
“Nothing from today, Ollie. Sorry. Do you know what’s going on, boy?”
“No, Sir. I haven’t talked to Ollie since we all went to dinner, Sir.”
“If you know something, Gus…”
“I don’t, Sir. Honest!”
“Have you notified Pete?”
“Not yet. I’m giving him a chance to come back. I don’t want to get him in trouble. I’m going to continue looking for him.”
“Okay. Well, keep us posted.”
“Will do, Seth, and thanks!”
After talking to his friends that I know, and going to the places he frequents, I return home. Something niggling in the back of my mind tells me he’s hiding inside the house, so I search top to bottom, to no avail.
Then I see his laptop, laying on the coffee table. He went off in such a huff that he left it there. I check his history, but there isn’t anything to give a clue as to where he could be; no clues from his chats, either. The only thing left is his emails. I’m really glad Pete gave me his user name and password. Aha! There it is! I grab my phone and call.
“Hello?’
“Zac! It’s Ollie!”
“Hi, Ollie. How’s it going?”
“Not so good, right now. Oliver’s gone missing.”
“Have you notified his Sir?”
“Not yet. He’s away on business, and I don’t want to worry him, just yet. Listen; I went through Oliver’s emails and found an airline ticket to your neck of the woods. He’s due to land there in a few hours. If you happen to see him, let me know.”
“If I see him, I’ll send his naughty boy butt right back home, after I paddle it, of course.”
“That’s up to you, bro. Just let me know. Otherwise, I’ll have to file a missing boy report.”
I give Zac the flight information, and end the call. Nothing to do now, but wait.
It was sometime later when my phone went. Glancing at the caller ID, I see that it’s Pete. I grab my phone and go outside.
“Hi, Pete. What’s up?”
“That’s what I’d like to know, Ollie. I received a call from Seth, saying that Oliver is missing. Have you found him? What’s going on? And why didn’t you contact me?”
“Sorry about that, Pete. I didn’t want to worry you. Oliver and I had words, and he stormed out the door. I was sure he’d be back by now.”
I told Pete how Oliver had been acting, and all that happened. When I was finished, Pete reminded me that he thought Oliver was planning something.
“Where do you think he is, Ollie? He obviously isn’t with Gus. Have you heard from Zac?”
“Not yet. Hold on, Pete, Zac’s calling now.”
“Hi, Zac. Was Oliver on that flight?”
“No, he wasn’t. Has he come back, yet?”
“Nope! Listen, I have Pete on the other line. I’ll call you back.”
“Pete? He wasn’t on that flight. I think he’s hiding right here in the house, but I haven’t been able to find him.”
“He is going to be one sorry boy when I get back!”
“Oliver wants me gone for some reason. He hasn’t said why. But, I have a plan…”
I relay my plan to Pete, disconnect the call and go back inside. I pack a bag and stand outside his room and call Pete.
“Pete, it’s Ollie. I received an offer for another boy that’s in desperate need of a discipline monitor. I’ll miss Oliver, but this is a good opportunity, that I can’t pass up. They want me to start right away. You’re coming back tomorrow, right? I’m sure Oliver will be fine by himself until you get back. I’ll send you the address where you can forward my last check. It’s been a pleasure working here and keeping Oliver in line. Talk to you soon, Pete.”
“Well, Oliver. You got your wish. Good luck, boy.”
I leave the house and call Zac.
“Hi, Zac. Ollie again. Oliver’s still not showing himself, but I’m certain he’s in the house. Pete called, and I explained everything to him, including my plan. Oliver is alone for tonight. Pete will be back around lunch.”
“I just may have to pay that boy a visit”, said Zac. “I’ll talk to Pete tomorrow and see what he says. Have a good night, bro.”
“You too, Zac. Later.”
********
Oliver’s POV
I wasn’t sure my plan would work, but it did! I’m finally rid of DM Ollie. I’m not sure how Sir’s going to react. Guess I’ll find out when he gets back. I grab my phone to call Gus, but put it back down. Bad idea, Ollie. Sir Seth probably has it, anyway. DM Ollie probably contacted everyone looking for me. Guess I’m stuck in the house. Guess I’ll see what’s happening with my chat buddies, and watch some porn. Darn! Sure wish my nub wasn’t caged. Oh, well!
After looking at porn and chatting for a few hours, I shut things down and get ready for bed. I wonder when Sir will be back. DM Ollie knows these things, but he’s not here. I wonder where he went. I pity the poor boy he’s going to be monitoring. Wish I knew, so I could warn him. Not my problem.
I lie in bed, but can’t sleep. I NEVER have a problem getting to sleep. I wonder why now. I have all kinds of thoughts running through my mind, and they just won’t stop. I wish I could turn them off.
I wake at the usual time, and go through my morning routine. Downstairs, I make coffee, and sit on the back deck to drink it, then do my chores. I know, I know. No one’s making me do them. But still, they have to be done. I have to prove to Sir that DM Ollie isn’t needed. Why do I keep thinking about him? I wanted him gone, and he is.
I’m just finishing the last of the chores when I hear someone knocking of the back door. That’s strange. People usually ring the doorbell out front. I pull back the curtain and look out. It’s Gus!
Pulling open the door, I ask, “Gus? What are you doing here?”
“I just had to make sure you were okay, Ollie. I couldn’t call. Sir would have heard. He called sir Pete, you know. He keeps my phone, waiting for you to call. Where’s DM Ollie?”
“He’s gone, Gus. I’m finally rid of him. My plan worked! I heard him talking to Sir last night. Some other poor boy is going to have to put up with him, now.”
“I like him, Ollie. I think he’s nice.”
“He’s mean, bro. You didn’t live with him. Sure, he’s nice when others are around, but believe me. He’s mean.”
“As mean as DM Zac?”
“DM Zac isn’t mean, bro. Sure, he disciplines me when I really mess up. That’s another thing. DM Ollie always ratted me out to him. I guess he won’t know now.”
“Oh, Ollie. That was part of his job. DM Ollie did his best to keep you in line, bro. Didn’t you always complain about standing in the corner? Didn’t he cover for you? Who’s gonna do that now? What about when sir Pete has a business trip? You really don’t want to stay with me, bro. Sir would never put up with your naughtiness.”
“Speaking of Sir, I’d better get back home. I told him I was going for an ice cream. I’m probably being timed. Good luck when sir Pete gets back. See ya soon, I hope.”
“Okay, Gus. Later.”
Everything is done, the house is in order. Now what? It’s too early for lunch. I grab a book and sit on the bench under the tree in the back yard.
I hear Sir’s car pull into the driveway. Guess I’ll go face the music.
“Oliver! I’m home!”
“Hi, Sir. Did you have a good trip?”
“I did, boy. I have some news. Do you want the good news first, or the bad news?”
“Good news.”
“I don’t have to travel for a while, so I thought we’d go camping. What do you think?”
“That’s great news, Sir! Should I go pack?”
“Not yet, boy. I haven’t told you the bad news.”
“What’s the bad news, Sir?”
“DM Ollie has another job, monitoring a boy that is naughtier than you, if you can believe it. He left last night. Didn’t he tell you?”
“I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning, Sir.”
“You haven’t? That’s not like him. You didn’t do anything, did you, boy?”
“Not really, Sir. I did my chores and stayed out of his way. He was being mean, Sir. I told you he’s mean.”
“Alright. Let’s go have lunch.”
Before leaving, Sir calls sir Seth and tells him he’s home. We are having lunch when sir Frank comes in.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks.
“Not at all, Frank. Oliver says he brought you those clothes. Everything going okay?”
“As good as can be expected. I just wish we could help more of those boys. It’s really a shame in this day and age that parents aren’t more accepting.”
“How are things going, Oliver? Are you getting along better with DM Ollie?”
“Ah…DM Ollie has a new job, sir, so he isn’t around anymore.”
“That’s too bad. He was good for you, boy.”
“I have to get back. Good seeing you, Pete. And you too, Oliver.”
After he leaves, Sir asks what that was about.
“Um…I asked him if he needed a discipline monitor when I dropped the clothes off.”
“Oh, Oliver. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Can you start calling me Ollie again, Sir? I mean, since DM Ollie isn’t with us anymore, no need to call me Oliver.”
“Of course, boy.”
For the next few days, I mind my P’s and Q’s, but it doesn’t last.
“Sir? Can Gus come over?”
“You’ll have to ask sir Seth.”
“Would you call and ask, Sir?”
“You call, Ollie.”
“I think it would be better if you called, Sir. Sir Seth will tell me ‘no’”
“I’m busy, boy. Get DM Ollie…oh, that’s right. DM Ollie isn’t here. You said he wasn’t needed, that you could take care of everything. Now’s your chance, boy.”
I call Gus, hoping that he answers his phone.
“Gus’ phone, Sir Seth speaking.”
“Hi, sir Seth. This is Ollie. Is Gus available?”
“Gus is busy right now, Oliver. Would you like to leave a message?”
“Yes, sir. Would you ask Gus to call me, please?”
“I’ll give him the message. Is your Sir available, boy?”
“I’ll check, sir.”
“Sir? Sir Seth would like to speak with you.”
“Tell him I’m busy right now, and that I’ll call him back.”
“Sir Seth? Sir said he’s busy and will call you back.”
“Okay, boy. Gus will call, later. Bye, Oliver.”
“Bye, sir.”
Now what am I going to do? No one is online, no one’s answering their phone. I wonder what DM Ollie’s doing? I wonder where he went. Why do I care? It’s not like I miss him or anything.
“Sir? I’m going to take a walk. Is that alright?”
“Take your phone in case you get lost. Dinner’s at 6, boy. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I take a nice long walk. There’s a few people out, but they seem to be in a hurry, and don’t want to talk. I see someone that looks like DM Ollie, but it’s not. Why do I keep thinking of him. I wanted him gone, and he is. But, still. Guess I’ll go home.
I let Sir know I’m home, and go out back. Sir comes out and sits beside me.
“Would you like to talk, Oliver?” I nod my head.
I tell Sir everything I did, leaving nothing out. Sir listens, but says nothing. When I’m done, he gets up and goes into the house. A bit later, he tells me dinner is ready. We eat in silence; well, he eats, I just move the food around. I’m too upset.
I clear the table and cleanup the kitchen, then go into the room where Sir is sitting. He points to my corner. I stand there until I’m released. I thank him for my corner time, and he takes me by the hand and goes upstairs.
“I’m going to remove your cage, boy, and we’re going to take a shower.”
I’m confused. I just told him what I did, and he removes my nub cage? While in the shower, he says,
“I’m very disappointed in you, Ollie. I told you to be good, and to be nice to your discipline monitor. But you did everything you could to drive him away. Do you realize how upset he was with your disappearance? He looked everywhere for you. He even called DM Zac because he found a plane ticket.”
He turned the shower off, and took out the scissors and shaving cream and grabbed a razor.
“You’re an adult, Oliver. An adult boy. However, since you want to act like a prepubescent boy, you will look like one.” And, with scissors in hand, he begins to cut off my pubes.
“Not my pubes, Sir. Please! Not that, Sir.”
“I’m going to shave you bald, boy. Not one hair will be left. And you will remain this way until I say you can grow them again.”
When he was done, he turned the shower back on and rinsed the shaving cream off. After we are dry, he re-cages me.
“I was going to leave this off for a bit. It will be on for a long time now, boy.”
“Will I be allowed to wear pants in the house, Sir?
“You know the house rules, Ollie.”
“But…but…what will guests think? What will Gus think? I won’t be able to show my face.”
“They will think what they think, boy. You have no control over what others think. You never did, and you never will. No one has control over that. And speaking of Gus, he and sir Seth are coming over tomorrow.”
“Oh, no! May I at least wear a jock, Sir?”
“Let’s go to bed, Ollie. You’ve had quite a day.”
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I’m in the bathroom, when the reality of what happened last night hits me. I don’t have any pubes! I want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over my head. I wonder how long I can stay there?
“Breakfast in five minutes, Ollie”
I go into the kitchen, covering myself with my hands.
“None of that, boy. You will not cover yourself. Besides, you look cute with no pubes. Be thankful that’s all I shaved.”
When breakfast is over, I do my chores and go back into the bedroom. My plan is to stay here all day. I hear the doorbell, and Sir talking,
“Ollie, Gus is here.”
“Tell him to come up, Sir.”
“No, Ollie. Sir Seth wants to see your new look, boy.”
“Please, Sir.”
“Now, Oliver.”
“Yes…Sir.”
I slowly make my way down the stairs, feeling my body warming with each step. I look, and see that I’m turning red. And to make things worse, my nub is straining in its cage. I cautiously make my way to the living room. They’re all staring at me, except for Gus. He has his back to me. The silence is broken when sir Seth says, “Well, Pete, you finally got your boy. How old of a lad is he?”
“I don’t rightfully know, Seth. I thought he was an adult, but…his actions show that he’s an immature little boy. Ollie has always been naughty, but he outdid himself this time. I gave Merriam-Webster permission to place his picture next to the words ‘naughty boy’.
“Sir! Please tell me you didn’t do that!”
“Go see your boymate, Oliver.”
I walk up behind him and touch his shoulder. I whisper in his ear, “Are you upset with me, Gus?”
“A bit disappointed, but not upset. I can’t believe you did that to DM Ollie.”
“Look at me, bro. Turn around and look at me. Please!”
He turns to face me, and I see that his pubic area is bald, also. I don’t understand.
“Why, Gus? Are you in trouble with your Sir? Is it because of what I did?”
“No, Ollie. I asked Sir to shave me. I can’t be sporting pubes when my boymate has none. That wouldn’t be right. I decided not to have pubes until you do.”
“You’re a real friend, Gus. Let’s go outside and talk.”
“Sir? May Gus and I go out back?”
Sir and sir Seth look at each other.
“Okay, boys.”
Gus and I go outside, and sit on the bench under the tree.
Meanwhile, inside the house…
“Nice move, Pete. How are things going?”
“He’s missing his discipline monitor. He hasn’t admitted it yet, but he stands outside DM Ollie’s room and just stares. I think he’s ready to admit he needs him. I’m just letting him go. He has to come to that on his own. Ollie is on a much needed vacation.”
“So, he didn’t just quit. I didn’t think he did.”
“Ollie told me his plan, and we’re just letting it play out.”
Meanwhile, out back…
“I really miss DM Ollie, bro. I wish he would come back.”
“What are you going to do, Ollie? You drove him away.”
“I know. A mere apology isn’t going to cut it, is it?”
“You’re going to have to do more than that, I think.”
“Right now, I haven’t a clue.”
“Gus, Oliver. Come in now. We’re going to Ed’s for dinner. Get ready to go.”
“We’ll be right in, Sir. Come on, Gus.”
We all get in sir Seth’s car. I guess Sir and I will walk home, after dinner. When we go into Ed’s the host greets Sir and sir Seth.
“Hello, Sirs, welcome to Ed’s.”
“Hi, James. Table for four, please.”
“Right this way.”
We’re led to a table and given menus. The waiter comes over and takes the drink orders. When he returns, Sir orders the Ed’s special, three regular and one child’s. I’m so embarrassed!
Time marches on, as time is wont to do. I do my chores, chat with boymates. Sir is busy, spending most of his time in his office. Gus is hardly ever available when I call, and when we do get to talk, I’m very careful; I know sir Seth is listening to every word Gus is saying.
I often find myself standing outside DM Ollie’s old room. I don’t know why. Yes, I do. I miss him, more and more every day. I’m so bored! I was NEVER bored, when DM Ollie was here. He was always thinking of things for me to do.
Cleaning up after dinner, I come to a decision. I go into the room, where Sir is reading, and stand in front of him.
“Is there a problem, Ollie?”
“No, Sir. Yes, Sir.”
“Which is it, boy? No, there’s not a problem; or, yes, there is a problem.”
“Can we talk, Sir?”
“Of course we can. Have a seat, and tell me what’s on your mind.”
“It’s DM Ollie, Sir.”
“What about him, Oliver?”
“I…I…I miss him. A lot. Do you know where he went?”
“I do. He has another boy he’s looking after. One naughtier than you. Can you believe that? An adult boy who’s naughtier than you. Why do you want to know?”
“I want to see him, Sir. Apologize to him.”
“I see. So, you just want to knock on the door and tell him you’re sorry, and everything will be okay. Is that what you think, boy?”
I hang my head. “No, Sir. I don’t think that at all. I do want to see him, though.”
“I have to think about that. Go stand in your corner while I do that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Time’s up, boy.”
I go over to where he’s sitting. “Thank you for sending me to my corner, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy.”
“Sir? Do you still love me?”
“Of course I do, Ollie. I’m very disappointed in what you did, but I still love you. It would be really nice if you would send DM Ollie a letter of apology.”
“But, how will he get it. I don’t know where to send it.”
“You write the letter, and send it to the office printer. I’ll take care of sending it to him.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll do that right now. Thank you, Sir.”
I sit down and start to compose the letter. It takes a while to gather my thoughts. I start several times, but delete what I write. It just doesn’t feel right. I finally start, adding and deleting as I go. When I finally finish, I save it, and shut down my computer. I’ll go over it again, before I send it to Sir’s printer. I go sit next to Sir, and snuggle against him.
Dear DM Ollie,
I hope you are doing well. How is your new job going?
Things are okay, here. I was happy you were gone, at first, but I soon discovered that there was something missing. You see, sir, I thought I could handle things on my own. But, how could I do that, with you around? How could I prove that to Sir?
So, when Sir said he was going away for a few days, I immediately started to plan. What I didn’t count on, (I don’t know why), is him leaving you in charge. I had to accelerate my plan to get you to leave.
I was a total shit to you, sir. I was mean and vindictive. I did everything I could to make you leave. But, you didn’t do that; you kept right on doing your job, what you were hired to do. I pushed you, until you finally smacked my butt, something you had never done. I’m really sorry for doing that, DM Ollie.
I stormed from the house, (after saying a few choice words), and hid. I laughed, when I heard how frantic you became. I thought when you left, you would drive around the neighborhood looking for me. I didn’t count on you going to sir Seth’s, or checking with all my boymates, or contacting DM Zac. I thought you would call Sir, and he would fire you for losing me.
Things were okay at first. I did my chores, and watched porn, and chatted with online friends. It wasn’t long before I grew tired of that. Whenever there was a decision to be made, I’d ask Sir, and he said I’d have to do that on my own. You always did that, sir, or guided me to make the best decision. DM Ollie I’m not, but I thought I could handle me, myself. Boy, was I wrong!
I spend a lot of time sitting outside your room, but I haven’t gone in. Not since I put clean sheets on the bed. Before I did that, I laid on the bed, just smelling your odors. Your room is nice and clean
Please come back, sir. I miss you so much. I don’t want another discipline monitor, DM Ollie. I want you.
I anxiously await your reply.
Oliver
The next day, I go over the letter one more time, and send it to Sir’s printer. I tell him at lunch, that the letter is there. Hopefully, he’ll mail it soon.
“I’m going to visit sir Seth. Do you want to come along and visit Gus?”
“I’d rather not, Sir. I’m waiting for the mail.”
“The mail will be here when we get back. Staying home is not an option, Ollie.”
“It’s been over a week. Why hasn’t DM Ollie answered my letter, Sir.”
“I have no idea. Maybe he’s thinking of a reply.”
“Sir? Would you re-hire DM Ollie if he asks?”
“After the way you treated him, what makes you think he’d want to come back? If the shoe was on the other foot, would you want to come back?”
“I don’t know. Probably not.”
“Let’s go, boy.”
“Hi, sir Pete. Hi, Ollie. Sir is in the kitchen, sir. Come on, Ollie. Let’s go downstairs. I don’t want to listen to boring Sir talk, do you? Besides, we’ve got important boy stuff to talk about.”
Meanwhile, in the kitchen…
“They sound like a herd of elephants going down the steps. Cup of joe, Pete?”
“Sure. You’re coming to the party, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. I take it Oliver doesn’t know.”
“Not a clue. How about Gus?”
“Nope! As close as those two are, he’d let it slip.”
“You’re right about that. That special item should be arriving Wednesday. I’m going to leave it in the living room, boxed. It’s sure to drive Ollie crazy. You know how inquisitive he is.”
“I thought about having Oliver stay downstairs until everyone arrived, but decided it would be more fun to have him answer the door. I can almost see the look of consternation. Especially when Zac shows up.”
“Won’t Ollie be suspicious?”
“Surprised, maybe. But not suspicious. Want to head out for a drink? Ollie has some pent-up energy to get out. Drop him and Gus at The Pony?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Seth opens the intercom. “Boys! Come on up. We’re going to La Rose, and dropping you at the Pony.”
“Okay, Sir. We’ll be right up.”
“I don’t have extra clothes with me, Gus.”
“What you have in the cabinet is fine, Ollie. That’s what I’m wearing. It’s Tuesday, and early. Not that many people will be there.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“We’re ready, Sir!”
The Pony was much different than on the weekend. There weren’t as many people, it was brighter, and the music was softer. It was possible to have a conversation.
“Have you heard from DM Ollie?”
“No. And it’s been almost two weeks, now. I’ll probably never hear from him, again. Not that I blame him. Why do I do this crap, Gus?”
“Must be your impetuous nature. You never think about the consequences.”
“What will I do if he doesn’t come back, Gus?”
“Your Sir will hire another discipline monitor.”
“But, I don’t want another one, Gus. I want him.”
“I don’t think you have a choice, Ollie. Do you want to dance?”
“Not really. I want to go to La Rose, and hope Sir is ready to leave.”
They finish their drinks, and walk over to La Rose, discussing what it might be like if Ollie gets a new discipline monitor.
“Hi, Ollie and Gus. How are you boys doing tonight? You don’t usually come here. Nothing happening at The Pony?”
I looked at Gus, and gestured for him to answer.
“Hi, sir Matt. The Pony is rather quiet tonight, sir. Our Sir’s are here, so we’re going to join them.”
“How are you doing without your discipline monitor, Ollie? I hear you had something to do with that.”
Does everyone know about that? I guess word spreads fast.
“Um…do you know where my Sir is?”
“He’s in the back, with Gus’ sir and sir Frank. Have fun, boys.”
“You too, sir.”
“He’s creepy, Ollie. He always looks like he wants to molest me.”
“He looks at all us boys like that. I think he’s lonely. Let’s go find our Sir’s, Gus.”
I sidled up to Sir and laid my head on his shoulder.
“Everything okay, boy? You didn’t stay at The Pony very long.”
“Yes, Sir. I just want to be with you. I’m ready to go home, whenever you are, Sir.”
“Relax, Ollie. We’re having an important conversation. A sir conversation. Why don’t you and Gus play pinball, or shoot a game of pool.”
“Ok. Come on, Gus. We’re not wanted here.”
It’s another hour before he’s ready to leave. We drop sir Seth and Gus off at their place, and head home.
“Sir? I don’t think DM Ollie’s gonna answer my letter. It’s almost two weeks, now.”
“Look in the mirror when we get home, boy. You can thank the person reflecting back for that. I’m expecting a package tomorrow. Let me know when it gets here.”
“I can do that, Sir. Can we cuddle when we get home?”
“We can, boy.”
And that’s just what we do, after taking a shower and getting squeaky clean.
I’m doing my chores when there’s a knock at the door. I pull on a pair of gym shorts, and open the door.
“Special delivery for Pete Long. You have to sign for it.”
“One moment, please.”
I go and get Sir, who signs the form. He tells the guy to put it in the living room. It’s big, and must be heavy, because he has it on a dolly.
“What is that, Sir?”
“Never you mind, Ollie. Are your chores done, boy?”
“No, Sir. I’ll finish them now, Sir.”
I wonder what it is. I try moving it, but it’s too heavy. I walk around it, trying to see if there are any gaps. No such luck. I finish my chores and go back. I wonder what it is. I go check the mail, and there’s an envelope with my name on it. There’s no return address, so I have no idea who sent it. I give Sir his mail, then just stare at the envelope. Just my name. No address. Someone must have just put it in the box. I sit on the porch, and open it.
Hello, Oliver,
I’m doing well. Thanks for asking. My new job is fine.
I’m glad you realize how nasty you were to me, boy. You gave me a lot of grief.
So, you thought it was funny, getting me all upset. What did you think would happen, Ollie? Your Sir left you in my care, and you just disappeared! Your Sir was quite upset with me, for not letting him know right away. I was trying to keep you from getting into trouble.
Whatever possessed you to think you could handle things on your own, Oliver? Small things, you can, but you always rely on me or your Sir for the big things. But now, you’re on your own. I don’t doubt that you’ll be getting a new discipline monitor, soon.
Sorry to say, boy, but you made your bed, now you have to lie in it. In other words, you brought this on yourself, now you have to deal with the consequences.
I wish you well, Oliver. You will always be special to me.
Your ex discipline monitor,
Ollie
I sit there, numb. DM Ollie isn’t coming back. I feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts. Nothing matters. I hear Sir calling.
“I’m out front, Sir.”
“What’s wrong, Ollie? Did you and Gus have a disagreement? You look like you lost your last friend.”
I hand him the letter. I don’t trust myself to speak, for fear of crying.
“I’m sorry, Oliver. You knew there was the possibility that this would happen. Don’t worry, boy. I’ll get you another discipline monitor.”
I look at him, my eyes filling with tears. I don’t want to start blubbering, but I do.
“But..but…I don’t want another discipline monitor, Sir. I want DM Ollie.”
“Nothing you can do about that, boy. You should have thought about that before you did what you did. You’ll get a chance to do better with the next one. You need a discipline monitor, Ollie. You know you do.”
“I need to be alone, Sir. Just for a while. Do you mind, Sir?”
“I understand, Ollie. Come in when you’re ready.”
I sit there for some time, then go inside. I grab my phone, and call Gus.
“Hi, Ollie. What’s up?”
“DM Ollie isn’t coming back. Sir’s talking about getting another discipline monitor. I want DM Ollie, bro.”
“I wish you would’ve told me what you were planning. I would have tried to reason with you…talk you out of it. I guess it’s too late now.”
“I know. I didn’t want to get you in trouble. Do you think your sir will let you come over, tomorrow? After you do your chores?”
“I don’t know, Ollie. I’ll ask. Maybe if sir Pete asks?”
“I’ll talk to Sir.”
“I’m going to go, Gus. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay, Ollie. Have a good night.”
I disconnect the call and talk to Sir. He said he’d think about it. I hear the office phone ring, and Sir goes in and shuts the door.
“Hi, Seth.”
“Hey, Pete. How’re things going? Did you get the package?”
“I did. Oliver was curious, at first. But, he got a reply from Ollie, which pulled his attention, from it. Things are going according to plan.”
“Ollie wants Gus to come over, tomorrow. It will be good for that naughty boy, if he does.”
“Yea, Gus mentioned something about that. I’ll send him over after he does his chores. I’m glad things are working out.”
“Will you have Oliver over on Saturday, say about one o’clock, so I can get things set up?”
“Not a problem. I’ll see you when you drop him off. Have a good night, Pete.”
“You too, Seth. Bye.”
Sir comes back out and sits beside me. He lets me know that Gus will be over when he’s finished with his chores. We watch a show on t.v., then go to bed.
I get up the next morning, get ready, and go down and make coffee. I pour a cup, and go out back. I love this time of day. It’s so quiet. I think about the day, and what I have to do. This morning, I think about what’s going to happen, now that DM Ollie isn’t coming back. I hear Sir making breakfast, so I go inside.
“Good morning, Sir. Did you sleep well?”
“I did, boy. You were restless. A lot on your mind?”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry I disturbed you.”
“Don’t worry about it. Things will work out.”
“What’s in that box, Sir?”
“I told you, it’s a surprise.”
We have breakfast, and I clear the table and clean the kitchen. Sir goes into his office and I do my chores. I’m just getting ready to make lunch, when there’s a knock at the door.
“Hi, Gus! I’m going to make lunch. Do you want to eat?”
“Sure! I already had lunch, but I’ll eat again. What are you making?”
“Toasted cheese and tomato soup. How many do you want?”
“I’ll have two, please.”
I let Sir know, and start the cheese sandwiches. I clean up after we eat, and Gus and I go into the living room.
“What’s in the box, Ollie?”
“I don’t know. It’s heavy, though. Sir won’t tell me. Says it’s a surprise. But for whom?”
“Beats me, bro. I guess you just have to wait. It might not even be for you.”
“But, if it isn’t, why won’t he tell me?”
Gus just shrugs his shoulders.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
“That sound good. Let me tell Sir, and we can leave.”
The door is open, so I poke my head in, and let Sir know.
“Be back by three, boys.”
We walk and talk about nothing in particular; just enjoying the day. When we get back, Gus goes home, and I take care of emails. Sir makes dinner, we eat, and watch a movie, and go to bed.
I wonder what’s in that box? I thought maybe it was DM Ollie, but Sir would never keep him in a box. Maybe Gus is right. Maybe it’s not for me. But still…if it’s not for me, why won’t Sir tell me? I walk around the box; I try moving it. It won’t budge! I even sit against it and push with my feet. Nothing!
“Oliver, what are you doing?”
“Sir! I didn’t hear you come in!”
“Obviously.”
“Why won’t you tell me, Sir? I won’t say anything.”
“Famous last words coming from someone who can’t keep a secret. The first person you’d tell, is Gus. Speaking of which, I have things to do tomorrow, so I’m dropping you off there. Sir Seth is going to keep an eye on you.”
“Can’t I go with you, Sir?”
“Not this time. Why do you have to question everything, boy? Don’t you want to see Gus? Don’t you have boy stuff to discuss?”
“We always have important boy stuff to discuss.”
“Well, now you can discuss it.”
“But…”
“I don’t have time for this, Ollie. In your corner, boy.”
“Yes, Sir. How long, Sir.”
“Until I release you. Go on boy. NOW!”
Geesh! I should have just kept my mouth shut. Now I’m stuck staring into the corner.
“Time’s up, boy.”
“Thank you for sending me to my corner, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy. Make yourself busy, Oliver. I have things to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Guess I’ll get tomorrow’s chores done, so I’m ready to visit Gus.
The rest of the day is like any other day. We have dinner and watch a bit of t.v. and go to bed. We get up later than usual, and have a late breakfast. I clean the kitchen and we get ready to go to sir Seth’s. When we get there, Gus greets us at the door.
“Hi, sir Pete. Hi, Ollie. Sir said we are to go downstairs. He wants us out of the way.”
“How come, Gus?”
“I didn’t ask, and he didn’t say. I think you’re right, bro. There’s something going on.”
“Told ya. I wonder what it is.”
Pete waited until Gus and Ollie were downstairs. He told Seth that he would be bringing most of the stuff home, before coming back to get Ollie.
“Do you have room for the cake, Seth? My fridge is going to be packed.”
“Sure do.”
“Great! I’ll be back soon.
Pete calls Seth when he’s on the way to get Oliver. Seth greets him at the door and puts the cake in the fridge and flips on the intercom.
“Ollie, your sir’s here.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll be right up.”
On the way home, Sir looks over at me and asks,
“What were you boys doing, Ollie? You stink!”
“Wrestling, Sir. Gus won every time. He’s much more agile than I am.”
“Take a shower when we get home. There are guests coming this evening, and I can’t have a stinky boy.”
“Who’s coming, Sir?”
“You are going to be the greeter, so you’ll find out when they get here.”
“Will I get to know what’s in the box, Sir?”
“Yes, boy. You’ll get to know what’s in the box.”
Sir joins me in the shower, and makes sure my pubic area is devoid of hair. After the shower, I start to get dressed, but am told not to. There are guests coming, but I’m not to get dressed. That’s strange. Oh, well. I have my collar and my chastity cage, so I’m not totally naked. And I’ll finally get to see what’s in that box! It’s an hour later when the first guest arrives.
“Hi, sir Seth. Where’s Gus?”
“He’ll be here later, boy.”
“Okay. Sir said to go to the living room, sir. I have to stay here and greet the guests.”
“Okay, boy. Do a good job.”
“Hi, sir Frank. Sir said to go to the living room.”
“Okay, Ollie.”
I wonder how many people are coming? I want to see what’s in that box. Another guest has arrived. I open the door.
“DM Zac?”
“Look at you, boy! Ha! Ha! You really look like a little boy now, Ollie. That’s what happens when you’re naughty. And, boy were you ever naughty. Now you don’t have a discipline monitor.”
“I know, DM Zac. I wish DM Ollie would come back. I really miss him, sir. Sir Seth and sir Frank and Sir are in the living room sir”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. You’ll have to show me the way.”
“I have to stay here, sir. I’m the greeter.”
“You’ll hear when someone knocks, boy.”
“Okay.”
“Zac! Welcome to the party. You’re the last to arrive.”
“Oliver. Come see what’s in the box.”
I go over to where Sir and the others are and…
“A spanking, bench? That’s what was in the box?”
“That’s right, boy. And you get to take it for a test drive. Let’s get you strapped in.”
I’m strapped in tight. I can’t move. Everyone is quiet. I hear the door open. I take a deep breath. Wait a minute. Something smells familiar. I take another deep breath. It smells like…it smells like…could it be? Could it really be? My heart leaps.
“DM OLLIE! DM Ollie, is it really you?”
“It’s really me, Oliver.”
“Are you…are you coming back, sir?”
“I’m coming back, boy.”
Sir comes over.
“As the guest of honor Ollie, you get the first swats.”
Sir hands him the paddle. It’s the heavy wooden one with holes. I don’t care. DM Ollie is back!
You were hiding in the house.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I was.
You thought it was funny when I started to get worried.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I did at the time, DM Ollie.
You thought I wasn’t needed.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I thought I could take care of things myself.
Was it funny when I went looking for you?
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
It was hysterical.
I suppose it was funny when I searched the house
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I had a hard time keeping quiet when you got near my hiding place.
“Zac, you’re next.”
So, you thought you could be your own discipline monitor
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
No, sir. I thought I didn’t need one.
What do you think now, boy?
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I know I need one, sir, but not just any discipline monitor, sir. DM Ollie.
You almost got him fired, Oliver.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I know. I’m very sorry about that, sir.
You’re lucky you have DM Ollie, boy. Some discipline monitors are really mean!
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
Really, sir? They’re not all like you and DM Ollie?
Not at all. To ensure you’re nice to DM Ollie
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I’ll be nice, sir.
Seth, you’re up.
How much did Gus know about this?
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
Nothing. I didn’t want to get him in trouble.
Are you sure? You boys tell each other everything.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I’m sure, sir.
I hope you’re telling me the truth, boy.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
I am, sir. I promise.
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
Swoosh. Whump!
OOOOOOOW!
Frank?
I’ll pass on the spanking, Pete. However, Oliver can plant our garden this year. From digging the plot and turning the soil, seeding it, weeding it, and harvesting. We all know how much Oliver likes digging in the dirt.
Everyone seems to think that’s funny. I hate digging in the dirt.
“Someone just came in, Sir.”
“It’s just Gus, Oliver.” Sir Seth said.
“Hi, Gus.”
“DM Zac? I didn’t know you’d be here. I didn’t know sir Frank would be here, either. Where’s Ollie? What’s going on?”
“You don’t know, boy? See who else is here. What’s in your hands?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t see who’s in the middle of everyone. I don’t know, DM Zac. I was just told to bring it.”
“I’ll take that, Gus. You’re boymate’s in need of a friend, right now.”
“Ollie? What happened to your butt?”
“I found out what was in the box, bro. A spanking bench. And guess who got spanked? But, that’s not important. DM Ollie’s back, bro!”
“Really? I thought he wasn’t going to. Are you happy about that?”
“I am, bro. I’m really happy. I missed him a lot. Go welcome him back.”
Sir comes into the room, carrying what looks like a cake, and puts it on the table. I move closer so I could see. Written on the cake is:
WELCOME BACK DM OLLIE
I go over and give him a hug. “Welcome home, sir.”
The end.
Posted: 06/10/2022