Brett stepped over to his saddle bags and rummaged for a nightshirt. Jalen
stripped off his vest and draped it over the
bed post along with his gun belt
which was positioned so that the pistol,
hanging in its holster would be within
easy reach if he needed it. He took
off his boots and then stripped off his
shirt, dropping it into a wicker
basket Brett hadn't noticed earlier that was
near the door. Jalen, noticing
Brett's gaze said, "I put your dirty clothes from
your bath earlier in that
basket. There's a woman in town that needs the work,
so I bring my laundry to
her. Yours will be included now as well."
Brett nodded. "All right. It
will seem strange to not have to wash my clothes in
a creek or
Jalen nodded in return. "I'm sure it will. We'll have to go
over to the general
store tomorrow and get some more clothes hooks so you can
hang up what clothing
Brett said, "Okay, sounds
Jalen had lit the oil lamp for them and he watched as Brett
readied himself for
bed. When Brett turned his back to Jalen to slide out of
his britches and
underpants and began to pull the nightshirt over his head,
The Sheriff noticed
the ripple of muscles on the young outlaw's back, the
place where it dipped and
then the curves of his buttocks and the promise
that might be found there. His
mouth went dry and his own britches began to
feel a bit tight. He got up and
said, "I'm goin' to the outhouse, be right
back. You can just slip under the
sheets when you're ready to get into bed."
He told the younger man and pulling
on his boots again strode out of the
Brett watched the bigger man go and wondered at it,
but then shrugged. He
crawled between the clean sheets and covered himself
with the quilt. He tried to
stay as close to the edge of the bed as was
possible. He wanted the Sheriff to
know he was respecting his offer of
sharing the bed and making sure their bodies
returned from the outhouse and pulled off his boots once more and blew
the lamp. He crawled into the opposite side of the bed, facing away from
He could smell the clean scent of soap clinging to the young outlaw
bath that morning and something that was uniquely Brett. He
squirmed a little
and tried to relax. "Good night Brett." He said.
felt the bed dip as Jalen got in and he noticed he hadn't
completely. "You always sleep with your clothes on?" He
"Usually. If a fight breaks out at the saloon or there's a drunk
that needs to
be locked up all I have to do is put my boots on, my vest and
take care of the
situation." Jalen explained.
Brett said, "Oh, good
night then." Not quite understanding why a part of him
felt a bit
Jalen shifted a bit in the bed. He was tired,
but couldn't sleep. Images of a
rugged handsome man with smoky blue eyes and
graying dark brown hair danced in
front of him. He hadn't missed Dallas so
much in a long time. He tried not to
sigh and tried to clear his thoughts,
but the man whom he'd loved with all his
heart kept intruding into his mind,
no matter how hard he tried to push the
images away. The Sheriff noticed
Brett hadn't fallen asleep yet and shifted
again. He thought to himself, it
was going to be a long night.
Brett lay as still as he
could. He lay in the dark and saw Jalen in his mind's
eye. He smiled as he
envisioned the sandy hair, the lock that kept flopping over
one eye and those
green eyes. The tanned rugged features, the high cheekbones,
the full mouth
and white even teeth. The firm jaw, the powerful shoulders, arms
hands. He could only imagine the rest of the strong body; well muscled
hard…Brett shook himself from those particular musings as a certain part
him was beginning to make itself known. He frowned slightly. He thought
himself that wasn't supposed to happen when he thought about a man. He had
the erections of the gang members when they had been with women, leering
openly, while he'd found the females distasteful. He had been
unmercifully about not taking a whore. Well, the opposite sex
make things stir like now. He thought to himself and
wondered what was wrong
with him. He felt ashamed of his reaction. The young
man felt Jalen shift
slightly and wondered why the lawman hadn't fallen
asleep yet. He figured since
the Sheriff wasn't used to sharing his bed with
someone he was having a hard
time relaxing and feeling comfortable. After a
bit the young outlaw could hear
Jalen's even breathing. It felt sort of
comforting in a strange way to know
there was another human being close to
him sharing a bed, one he didn't have to
worry about stealing from him or
anything. He felt strangely safe, not having to
sleep with one eye open and
one eye closed. Brett finally slipped off to sleep,
still wondering about
Jalen was awakened by thrashing and moaning at his
side. He was startled at
first, not remembering he had Brett in his bed, but
then turned over and wrapped
his arms around the young outlaw and whispered
into his ear, "It's all right.
Settle down…it's nothin' but a
Brett was in the throes of a nightmare, but woke
when he felt the strong arms
around him. He tried to squirm away. "Don't." He
Jalen held him tighter. "It's all right. There's nothing wrong with
comforted by someone when you're havin' a nightmare." He said softly,
the strong arms wrapped around the young outlaw.
said…"It ain't right."
Jalen asked, "Says who?"
Jalen shook his head. "I ain't everybody, I'm the man
charged to take care of
you so there's nothin' wrong with me holdin' you to
comfort you from a
Brett stopped arguing. He liked the
feel of the strong arms around him and he
like the feeling of safety and
security they provided so he relaxed.
"That's better. Jalen said, "Care
to talk about the dream?"
Brett bit his lip. "Uhm…no, not
Jalen nodded. "All right. Relax now and go back to sleep. I've
got you." He told
the younger man.
Safe and secure in Jalen's arms
Brett fell back to sleep and had no more
Jalen smiled to himself as he held Brett through the
night. It felt good to have
someone to hold. He hadn't realized just how much
he had missed times like this.
He realized Brett was confused and understood
he had to take things slow. It was
how Dallas had been with him. A little at
a time, so he didn't get scared.
In the morning Jalen
reluctantly let go of Brett and they rose, dressed and
began their day. Jalen
had set the coffee on the stove. They'd go over to the
café for breakfast in
Brett got up and dressed in the clothes he had worn
the day before. They were
still clean enough he reckoned. He thought about
last night and shook his head
slightly to clear it. It wouldn't be happening
again so soon. He'd make sure of
it if he had to lie awake all night. He felt
a bit embarrassed in the full light
of day that he had spent most of the
night embraced in the Sheriff's arms and
noticed Brett's mood had become sullen and thought it would be helpful
talk about last night. "Brett, let's sit and talk for a few minutes before
head over to the café."
Brett eyed Jalen. "What
Jalen said softly, "Last night. I'd like for you to tell me what
Brett shook his head. "I told you last night I didn't
want to talk about it. It
Jalen gave Brett a concerned
look and accepting his not wanting to talk about
things just yet said, "Well,
if you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."
Brett nodded. "All
right. I'll think about that."
Jalen reached out and put a hand on the
younger man's shoulder and squeezed
gently. He said, "Well now with my being
your probation officer you'll have
someone in your life that will be carin'
enough to ask questions and hold you
accountable when it's
Brett wasn't sure he liked that. In one way it felt nice, in
another it seemed
restrictive, having to stay within boundaries he wasn't
certain he could comply
Jalen felt Brett's shoulders stiffen and
the expressions that crossed his face
and flashed in the young man's eyes. He
said, keeping his warm large hand on his
shoulder, "There are certain things
I need to know to help you Brett. If you've
been harmed in some way I need to
know." He told him, keeping eye contact.
The touch felt good and Brett
relaxed a bit and then said, "I haven't been
harmed by anyone."
smiled and nodded. "That's good to know."
Brett smiled back, feeling more
relaxed and then asked, "Uhm…you said you were
here to listen if I wanted to
talk about my nightmare last night?"
Jalen nodded. "Yes, I said
Brett said quietly, "I was dreamin' the Rocky Mountain Boys Gang
tryin' to kill me…that he caught up with me and…well…uhm…it was
Jalen nodded. "Nightmares generally are. Have you had that
kind of dream
before?" He asked.
Brett nodded. "Yes. Ever since I
sneaked away and left the gang."
Jalen said reassuringly, "Well you won't
need to worry about that here. I'll be
keepin' a close eye on you so I'll
know if there's anythin' suspicious goin' on
and will take care of
Brett nodded. "All right."
Jalen gently squeezed the young
outlaw's shoulder and said, "Thank you for
sharin' that with me. I appreciate
that you trusted me enough to tell me about
it. I want us to be able to talk
about anythin' that's botherin' you Brett. The
more we talk about things, the
better things will get. As we learn about each
other it will be easier for me
to help you to become the man you want to be, law
abiding and someone who can
feel secure and self confident. Someone who will be
Brett studied the lawman's face as he spoke and nodded. "All
right Sheriff. I
think I might be able to do that."
and said, "Sounds good. Let's go get breakfast."
sheriff and young outlaw returned Jalen said, "Brett, sit down here at
desk. It's time we began workin' on your readin' and writin'
Brett gave Jalen a look. "Already? I thought we'd have some
time before we had
to start this."
Jalen said, "There's no time like
now. I'm goin' to make my rounds. While I'm
gone I want you to write out the
first ten letters of the alphabet, and write
three lines of each letter."
Jalen pulled out a piece of paper and found a
pencil. He wrote the letters
and left the space he wanted between them so Brett
could write the required
number of lines for each letter. "You work on this and
I'll check it when I
get back All right?"
Brett sighed and gave Jalen a sour look. "If I
Jalen said quietly, "Then you choose the consequence for
Brett's mouth went a little dry. He didn't like the sound
of that, but asked,
"What's the consequence?"
Jalen looked Brett in
the eye and said quietly, with a hint of sternness, "A
Brett squeaked. "What?! You can't do that!"
said, "There you go again, tellin' me what I can and can't do. I
yesterday I can and will spank you if it's needed."
"B-but I didn't
really think you meant it!" the young outlaw cried horrified.
the young man, "It's time you learn from the very beginning then that
what I mean. I'm sure it won't be the first time in your life you've
Brett flushed, "No…but that was different." He
"How so?" The Sheriff asked.
"Because that was my parents
and you are not my parent!"
Jalen said, "No, but I am the person charged
with bein' responsible for you and
your welfare. I'm held accountable to the
judge for your actions. As a result
you'll answer to me if the rules of your
probation aren't followed."
"But spanking? I'm grown! I'm not a kid."
"I know that…contrary to what you think not only kids
get spanked, but young men
who need correction can get spanked as well."
Jalen told the young outlaw.
Brett grumbled, "Bastard, you think you have
an answer for everything."
Jalen took Brett by the upper arm turned him
and gave him two hard swats on his
bottom and said quietly, "Don't be
disrespectful or swear. I warned you I won't
tolerate that. You agreed to the
terms of probation. You may revoke your
agreement anytime and I'll make
arrangements for you to sit your backside in the
yelped at the swats and then glared at Jalen. "I wish you'd stop doin'
The sheriff said, "I'm only correctin' you and
pointin' out you have choices."
Brett muttered, "Some choice prison or
bein' stuck with Mr. Bossy."
Jalen shook his head and landed a couple of
more hard swats to Jalen's bottom.
"Keep it up young man and you'll find
yourself examinin' the floor close up."
The Sheriff warned.
tried to squirm away from the swats to no avail and when The Sheriff
him rubbed his backside.
Jalen looked at Brett and said in a stern voice.
"I'm going to trust you to do
your writin' assignment while I'm gone. It's
not for punishment, although it
might feel like that. It's for your own good
and I'm determined to help you be
the best person you possibly can be." He
squeezed Brett's shoulder and putting
on his hat left the office to make his
After the Sheriff left, Brett sat at the desk for a
few minutes staring at the
paper. He could still feel the heat of those swats
a bit and frowned. The young
man picked up the pencil and began to write the
letters, but after just writing
a line of the first letter, he put down the
pencil and frowned some more. He
thought to himself how stupid and pointless
this writing assignment was. He
wasn't in the first grade in the schoolhouse.
He was a grown man and could do as
he pleased. Tossing down the pencil he sat
back to think for a moment. Then he
remembered the Sheriff telling him his
horse was at the livery and they'd bring
him back here today and that they
needed to go to the general store for more
clothes hooks to put up so he
could hang his clothing. He'd get his horse, stop
at the general store and
then come back and put up the clothes hooks after
settling Spirit into his
stall. That at least was something worthwhile to do.
He got up and
putting on his hat left the office, the assignment forgotten on
Brett stepped outside and closed the door. He walked
toward the livery. He saw
the horses out in the corral and was pleased to see
that the livery owner took
good care of his animals. He saw Spirit prance,
snort, throw his head up and
then dash across the corral. He wondered at his
horse's unusual behavior and as
he drew closer grinned. A magpie was playing
with Spirit. It flitted from its
branch toward the horse. The horse lowered
its head as it came closer and then
perched on the animal's back. Then the
magpie flitted back up into the tree and
his horse snorted once more and
pranced toward the tree.
Brett watched the antics of Spirit and the
magpie for a bit. It made him laugh,
something He hadn't done in a while and
it felt good. The young outlaw went into
the livery. He explained why he was
there and the livery owner, having seen
Brett in the makeshift courtroom over
at the Diamond Dust yesterday nodded and
got a halter and brought Spirit
inside. He tacked him up and led him out to
Brett said, "Thank
you my good man. Just charge any remaining expenses to
The man smiled at the young outlaw and nodded. "All
right. I'll do that." He
went back into the livery and Brett hopped into the
saddle and headed Spirit
toward the general store.
Once in front of
the general store he got off his horse and hitched him to the
rail. He went
inside and purchased a half dozen clothes hooks and taking Spirit
across the street to the Sheriff's office. There was an alley way and he
the animal to the back of the building to the shelter where Liberty
housed. He grinned up at his horse. "Well Spirit, this is goin' to be
The horse whinnied softly and blew at
Brett chuckled and stroked the long black nose. He led his horse
to a stall near
Liberty and then produced a couple of apples he had seen in
an old bowl inside
the shelter. He cut them up with his pen knife and fed one
to Spirit and then
one to Liberty. He spent time then petting and talking to
the horses, not
realizing how late in the morning it was
Jalen was just finishing his rounds and stopped at
the general store last. He
walked through the variety of goods displayed in
the store. There were the usual
farm implements, stacked tins of food, the
ready to wear shirts, britches and
dresses as well as bolts of material and
clothes patterns. He saw the display of
thread and lace and buttons and such
and paused at the candy display and glanced
over what it had to offer. It had
some of his favorites, gum drops, peppermint
sticks and butter
There were two women standing near the bolts of material
discussing the merits
of one type of cloth for dish towels verses another and
Jalen tipped his hat to
them. "Good day ladies."
The ladies smiled up
at him. "Good day Sheriff."
Jalen passed by the toy display and smiled as
he saw a few little ones looking
over the offerings hopeful as always of
being able to take home a new toy. The
Sheriff greeted them with a few words
and a smile. The children grinned up at
him and said, "Hello Sheriff
Jalen went back over to the candy jars and decided to take a
selection to Brett
as a reward for his working on his writing assignment. He
remembered the clothes
hooks and went up to the counter with his purchases.
"Hello there Jim."
James Duncan smiled at the young Sheriff. "Good day
Sheriff." He looked at his
purchases and teased, "Feeding your sweet tooth
Sheriff?" Then he commented,
"You and your new charge must have an awful lot
Jalen looked at Jim quizzically. "Why do you say that
"Well that young outlaw was in here earlier and he purchased a half
them. Charged `em to your account."
Jalen looked puzzled.
Brett wasn't supposed to be out and about buying things.
He was supposed to
be at the desk in his office practicing his writing.
The Sheriff said,
"Well, then I suppose I won't need the clothes hooks."
Jim smiled as he
took Jalen's money for the candy. "Nice horse he has
Jalen's green eyes went wide. "Horse?" He exclaimed in
"Yes that young outlaw had a real nice black horse he was
ridin'." Jim shared.
Jalen swore softly under his breath. "Thank you Jim.
I'll see you later." He
told the storekeeper as he took the candy and tucked
it into his pocket and
strode out of the store. He headed over to the livery
to find that Brett had
indeed gotten his horse. He had trusted the young
outlaw…he should have known
better. If that kid skipped town…he'd have no
choice but to bring him in and
he'd be sent to prison for breaking his
Brett scratched behind Spirit's ears and the
horse butted him with his nose.
Brett asked the animal, "You got treated real
well over there? Did you get
The horse snorted at him and
Jalen with long strides headed for the
Sheriff's office. He entered and found
the paper Brett was supposed to be
working on sitting on the desk. He glanced at
it and saw it had been barely
started before it was abandoned. He checked the
bedroom and found Brett was
not in the jail. The Sheriff swore once more and
grabbing his rifle off the
rack headed out back to saddle up Liberty and find
that young hot
As he made his way to the shelter where Liberty was housed he
stopped short to
see Brett stroking Spirit and Liberty looking over at him
Jalen's green eye sparked and he went up to Brett and
demanded, "just what do
you think you're doin'? Aren't you supposed to be
practicin' your writin'?"
Brett whirled around startled at the approach
of Jalen and setting his jaw
looked right back at the Sheriff and said, "What
the hell does it look like I'm
doin'? I'm talkin' to the
"You're supposed to be doin' you're writin' lesson and you
permission to roam all over town or to go get your horse."
Jalen said in a
stern, quiet, firm voice.
Brett shrugged and said, "I
did the assignment…at least what I wanted to do of
it and I was bored so I
decided I'd get my horse and pick up the clothes hooks
so I could do
somethin' more productive than that dumb writin' assignment."
"Well you thought wrong."
Brett gulped. "Uhm…I did what I thought was
needed. At least I was tryin' to do
you're practicin' your writin' was useful."
Brett shrugged again. "Not to
Jalen said evenly, "It should have been. What did I tell you was
goin' to happen
if you didn't do the assignment?" He asked.
defensively, "You ain't beatin' me."
Jalen said, "You're
Brett said surprised, "I am?"
"Yes you are, I'm not goin'
to beat you I'm goin' to give you that sound
spankin' you deserve." He
quickly set his rifle safely aside to free up his
hands and reached out and
took Brett by the upper arm.
Brett tried to jerk away. "No!" You ain't
spankin' me!" he cried.
Jalen stopped. "Are you tellin' me you want to
revoke your probation?" He asked
"No…I just don't want to get
spanked!" Brett said anxiously.
Jalen said, "You should have thought
about that before you decided to leave your
assigned work undone and go off
on your own without permission. That was
breakin' your probation young
"B-but…" Brett protested.
Jalen let the young outlaw go and
crossed his arms in front of him. "I ain't
goin' to force you
The young man moved a step back from the Sheriff.
givin' you a choice, you either accept the consequences or I lock you up
the cell and arrange for you to go to prison. What's it goin' to be?" The
Brett nearly stomped his foot in frustration. "That's no
Jalen explained patiently. "You made your choice Brett when you
disobey. It isn't like I didn't tell you what would happen. You knew
where this was goin'."
Brett bit his lip. "Please…can I have
another chance?" He begged, hating it as
he did so.
Jalen shook his
head. "No, you already had a chance when you chose probation
over prison. Now
that you have to face the consequences for your choices you
want me to let
you off. It doesn't work that way Brett." Jalen told the younger
"I know it's scary and you don't know me very well, but you've
enough to tell me your story, share your nightmare and to allow me to
probation officer and be in charge of you…trust me now in this too. I
hurt you…not in a bad way. The spankin' will hurt, have no doubt about
but it won't be permanent and it won't be more than you deserve. I can
you that." The Sheriff told the young outlaw.
Bret chewed his
lip and tried to think of a way out of the situation, but Jalen
had made his
choices very clear. He took a deep breath. "All right." He said in
Jalen nodded and let out the breath he hadn't realized he had
been holding. He
took Brett by the upper arm once more and guided him to the
woodshed. He opened
the door and once they were inside closed it after them.
He brought Brett with
him over to the chopping block and sat down, gently
pulling the younger man
around to stand in front of him. "I don't know how
your parents did things, but
I am goin' to spank you bare with my hand and
once we start I won't stop until I
believe you've learned your lesson. I
don't enjoy inflicting pain on others, but
will do what is necessary to help
you become the law abiding citizen you told
the judge you wanted to
Brett stood there nervously as he listened to Jalen
describe how things were
going to be done. The young outlaw squirmed at the
Sheriff's words regarding
spanking him bare. He was startled when the older
man asked, "Brett Ashton
Montgomery, do you understand why I'm goin' to spank
The use of his full name caused Brett's sapphire blue eyes to meet
green ones and he said softly, "Yes Sir."
Jalen was a bit
surprised at being addressed as Sir, but didn't show it. "Tell
me what you
understand. I want to be sure you and I are perfectly clear about
Sheriff repeated words he himself had heard many times and took
Brett shifted. "Do I have to?" He asked, sounding much younger than
Jalen nodded. "Yes." He said
Brett dropped his eyes and said softly; because I didn't do the
things I was
supposed to do. I didn't finish my writin' assignment, I went
off without per
mission and…uhm…I swore and was disrespectful to
Jalen had to admit to himself that the boy was thorough which
showed that his
Papa had taught him well regarding his punishments. It
pleased him as this was
familiar and how he and Dallas had done things. He
nodded. "Yes, that's exactly
Brett bit his lip and shifted
once more nervously. He was no stranger to
spanking and he knew at some point
his bottom was going to be bare and he was
going to end up crying over this
man's lap as much as he hated the thought of
it. His Papa once he had made up
his mind to it didn't relent and he doubted at
this point the Sheriff would
Jalen watched the young man in front of him shift nervously. He
butterflies in his own stomach. He'd never spanked anyone
before, but figured
with the number of times he had found himself face down
over Dallas's lap it
couldn't be that hard. He'd follow what the man had done
with him and hopefully
he and Brett would get through this all right. He took
his own steadying breath
and said in what he hoped would come across as a
firm and confident voice,
"Bret, Take down your britches and
The younger man, even though he had known something like
this was going to be
asked still fumbled with the buttons on his britches as
he unfastened them and
pushed them down over his slim hips to his knees. His
Jalen averted his eyes. He didn't want to do
anything right now but to focus on
the task at hand. Once he heard the
clothing being removed he reached out, took
Brett by the wrist and guided him
face down over his lap. He tucked Brett's
shirt tail out of the way, exposing
the pale mounds further, pulled him close to
his hard flat stomach with his
right arm across Brett's back and his large hand
curved around his hip. He
adjusted him so the young outlaw's bottom was in what
he thought was a good
position and said quietly, "Don't put your hands back. If
you have to you can
hang onto my leg. If you kick too much I'll pin your legs."
He told Brett
firmly, shaking like jelly inside. He was repeating things that
then lover, told him in times like this
Brett bit his lip as
he was pulled over the Sheriff's lap. He felt the hard
muscled thighs through
Jalen's britches and the roughness of the material
against his exposed skin.
It had a familiar, yet strange feel. Brett squirmed as
the heavy arm was
placed across his back and shivered as it pinned his shirttail
up out of the
way, making him feel more vulnerable. He listened to the Sheriff's
instructions and tensed a little when he heard him talking about things
indicated how painful the upcoming spanking might be. When he felt the
hand resting on his bottom he relaxed a bit knowing from past experience
tensing would only make it hurt more.
Jalen took a
deep breath. He rested his hand on the young man's bottom and
waited for him
to relax a bit. Once he felt the tension leave Brett he patted
his bottom in
warning and then raised his hand and smacked it back down on the
the youthful bottom with mild force. He wasn't quite sure just how
spank and didn't want to do it too hard and leave bruises. He only
to sting good. He watched as a pink handprint appeared on the
Brett jumped slightly at the first swat. It
stung some, but wasn't too bad. He
thought to himself that maybe this
spanking wasn't going to be as bad as he had
feared it would be at
Jalen gradually increased the strength of the swats,
watching carefully what
color the skin was turning under his hand. When he
was through the young
outlaw's bottom was going to be red hot, just like
Brett himself. He continued
to spank and he could feel Brett's beginning to
react to the spanking as his
hips began to twitch and he gasped and yelped
occasionally at a particularly
sharp smack on the steadily reddening
Brett felt tears escaping his eyes and began to
wriggle a bit. He tried to stay
still and take this quietly, but he just
couldn't help yelping when his bottom
was stung in a place already stinging
and the heat kept building and building.
He began to rethink his earlier
thought that this spanking wasn't going to be as
bad as he had thought; it
was going to be worse.
The Sheriff spanked until the bottom
before him was bright red and glowing. The
young man had begun to writhe and
gave little kicks now and then as Jalen's hand
found a particularly tender
spot. He loosened his grip a bit and tipped the
young outlaw forward until
the tender under curves and sit spots were revealed
to good advantage and he
began to spank there, slow, steady and hard. Even
though the sting would pass
the ache would last a bit longer and that was what
he wanted Brett to
experience each time he sat down for a while. Something that
would remind him
of his poor choices. Jalen had been silent up to this point and
he began to
scold now. "You will take your probation seriously; I'm here to help
become the man I know you can be."
Brett had been fighting
back tears which kept falling and had begun to writhe
and kick a bit. When he
felt himself being tipped forward he knew exactly what
that meant and wasn't
disappointed when a sharp spank exploded on the tender
area setting a new
fire. He couldn't help but moan. He yelped, "Ouch!" When
Jalen continued to
spank the tenderest part of his backside. "Oww!" he yelped
again as another
spank landed. He realized Jalen was spanking differently here,
harder and it hurt more, even though he didn't think it could.
began to scold, his words hit Brett's heart and he began to cry in
wanted the bad part of his life to go away, he had been grateful for
chance and then he had practically thrown that chance to the
Jalen continued spanking and moved further down to
where the crease was and
continuing to spankin the same manner scolded, "I
care about what happens to you
Brett Ashton Montgomery and I'm goin' to do
everythin' in my power to see to it
that you make it through this probation
even if it means we have to do this
every day!" He smacked a bit
Brett was kicking more now and the harder spanks had
him sobbing and begging.
"P-please! Oww! N—not so hard! Oww! N-not
Bret heard the cries that were familiar to his own
ears, having uttered those
many times himself. He continued with his task. He
was biting his own lip. He
had had to harden his heart to the cries. He had
never expected this to be so
hard and had a new appreciation for what he had
put Dallas through each time he
had to put him over his knee.
saw that the sensitive sit spots and under curves were glowing a very
shade of red now too and as he made another couple of circuits
inch of skin as he went scolded, "You will be respectful, do
keep the rules of probation and stop swearin' or this will
be the consequence
every time. I care enough about you to do this because I
want to see you
Brett didn't think his bottom
could burn any hotter or hurt so much. He wondered
if he'd ever be able to
sit again. The words Jalen said cut into him like little
knives and he cried
harder. Strangely he felt loved and cared for and he hadn't
felt like that
for a very long time. He finally just lay limp over Jalen's lap,
whatever the man would do.
Jalen when he felt Brett go limp
knew it was time to wrap up the spanking.
Dallas had always added a few extra
spanks to the sensitive sitting area before
stopping, then he'd cuddle him
and he fully intended to do that for Brett. He
landed a half dozen more
spanks right where Jalen knew they'd do the most good
and then stopped. He
let Brett gain his breath and rubbed circles on his
Bret yelped. "Oww!" at the last of the spanks and then
lay there limp over
Jalen's lap for a moment before it registered the
spanking was over and the man
was rubbing circles on his back and that it
felt good. He lay there for a few
moments before he realized what he was
doing and tried to lever off Jalen's lap.
The sheriff said
quietly as Brett struggled to be free, "Whoa there, where do
you think you're
goin' young man?" He easily flipped Brett upright and was
holding him in his
lap, his sore butt not touching anything.
Brett surprised to be upright
so quickly and finding himself being held and
cuddled in Jalen's lap tried to
struggle out of his embrace.
The Sheriff was having none of it and
continued to hold the young man, stroking
his back and the soft black
The young outlaw sat stiffly under the ministrations of the older
man and asked,
"Uhm…it's done now ain't it?"
Jalen said as he cuddled
Brett to him, not quite, the punishment is over, yes,
but now there's the
"Comfortin' part?" Brett asked a bit bemused, beginning
to relax under the
soothing touch of the bigger man.
"Yes, haven't you
ever been comforted after a spankin'?" Jalen asked curiously.
He himself had
known no other way than that which Dallas had taught him. He had
grown up on
the streets and had been beaten a few times when he he had been
stealing. His mother had been a whore and he was her illegitimate child.
had lived at the madam's house until he was about ten when his mother
and they kicked him out to fend for himself. He had heard bad things
orphanages and had hid from anyone he thought could take him there
until he had
grown big enough to be taken for a grown young man and had
worked ranches and
drifted until he had landed up at the Smoking K. There he
met Dallas Kincaid and
his life changed.
Jalen shook himself mentally
and placed his attention back on the young man he
held in his arms. He
continued the soothing touch, pulled a clean handkerchief
out of his pocket
and wiped the tears and then handed it to Brett to blow
Brett took the handkerchief from Jalen and used it, then,
not knowing what to do
with it, handed it back to the Sheriff.
smiled, taking it and tucked it away into a pocket to go into the
later. He continued to talk to Brett and said, "I want you to know
Brett that as
far as I'm concerned this is over and done with. You made a
mistake, it's been
corrected and hopefully you'll make better choices in the
future. I won't bring
it up again unless you do and need or want to talk more
Brett listened to Jalen as he spoke to him. He felt safe and
warm in the older
man's arms and strangely content. He liked to feel the
vibration of his chest as
he spoke and the rumble of his voice. It had a
calming effect on the young
Jalen smiled down at Brett as he
saw the younger man relax more and said
quietly, "You've been forgiven for
your transgressions. We can start new now."
Brett stirred himself a bit
at these words. "We can?" He asked feeling some hope
inside that maybe…just
maybe things would get better like Jalen had been telling
We can. We can start with you finishin' your writin' assignment after we
for a while."
Brett groaned inwardly at this announcement, but nodded. He
was feeling sleepy
and instinctively cuddled closer to Jalen.
said, "Let's get you inside where you're goin' to be more
Brett nodded and began to slide off the Sheriff's lap only
to find himself
scooped up in strong arms and Jalen kicking open the woodshed
quickly to the back door of the jail. Brett reached out and
opened the door and
Jalen carried him into the bedroom and gently laid him
face down on the bed. He
quickly pulled off the young man's boots, britches
and underpants. He then
gently pulled the sheet and quilt over him. "Stay
put. I'll be right back."
Jalen said. He left the room going back
Brett let out a little squeak as he found himself
being carried off and was
grateful when the Sheriff laid him face down on the
bed and removed his clothes
and basically tucked him in. He snuggled down
into the bed, hugging his pillow.
Jalen went and closed the
woodshed door that was standing open, checked on the
horses and retrieved his
rifle. He came back inside, closing the back door, went
and replaced the
rifle in the rack and stepped back into the bedroom. Being it
noon yet, he knew anyone could come looking for him. He wanted to
provide comfort to the young outlaw. He pulled off his own boots and
onto the bed, still fully clothed and gently turning Brett onto his
snuggled up close, fitting himself to the young outlaw's back. His
still quite warm and fit just in the right place and Jalen smiled.
"Go to sleep
Brett." He told the younger man.
Brett without thought
snuggled back into the warm hard body at his back and
murmured sleepily, "Yes
It didn't take long and the two slept spooned together.
TBC. . .