Eric was fed up.
This was supposed to be a relaxing getaway, a weekend trip at the cabin they bought two years ago and now rarely had time for.
He had planned it down to the last detail. He took two days off from his law firm, arranged to have the cabin cleaned and stocked, packed their bags and filled the car with gas.
He woke Benett slowly, kissing him along his jaw and nibbling that sensitive spot just below his ear that drove his husband wild.
Benett groaned. Eric trailed kisses along his cheek and felt the corner of his mouth curl into a smile.
"I have a surprise for you." He whispered.
Benett opened one eye, "A surprise? It's not my birthday."
"No, it's not. But we haven't spent much time together lately and I just wrapped up my case, so I decided we would go to the cabin for a long weekend!"
Benett lifted his head. "You decided, Master?" There was amusement in his voice!
"Yes, I did. You have 30 minutes to shower and dress. Don't be late. I'd hate to start our trip with a punishment." He brought his palm down on his husband's ass to emphasize his point. Benett groaned sexily but threw the covers off.
25 minutes later, they were on their way.
T2hr ride to the cabin was lovely. The flowering trees were in full bloom and the air was clear and sweet once they were out of the city. Eric had planned for everything, well, except for Benett's phone.
"Benett, put that away. This is about us spending time together."
"Shelly is telling me about the dom she met at the club last night. She really likes her."
"Benett," Eric growled lowly, "put it away."
But 5 miles later, Benett couldn't resist the constant pings and was soon texting back.
"Put. It. Away." Eric emphasized each word clearly. Benett slid the phone into his pocket, but almost immediately pulled it out again.
"I'm just going to read a book." He said, as he swiped the screen.
"No texting, Benett."
"I won't. Just opening my Kindle App."
Eric sighed and laid his hand on Benett's knee. He was happy his case had ended and they could have this time together but he sensed that Benett wasn't as excited as he was.
Eric pulled into a small store.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Yes, please. A coke, lite ice."
"I'll be just a minute. No texting."
A few minutes later, he looked out the window as he stood in line and saw Ben obviously engrossed in texting someone, his thumbs flying over the phone's screen. He paid for the drinks and walked to his car. He stood outside the passenger door and waited. Finally, Benett looked up and jumped, guilt written all over his face.
Eric walked to his side of the car and got in.
As they drove away, Ben fidgeted nervously. Eric let the tension build. Finally Ben spoke.
"Are you going to punish me?"
Eric barked out a short laugh.
"What do you think?"
"Yes?"
"Yes."
A few miles later, Eric slowed the car and turned onto a small cutoff. He stopped the car and wordlessly got out. Benett knew better than to open his door and get out. He waited.
Eric opened the passenger door and looked down at his husband.
"You may get out."
As Ben complied, Eric instructed, "stand at the back, lower your pants and briefs. Since you deliberately disobeyed me, I'm going to give you 15 spanks. Bend over the trunk with your hands stretched out." Eric opened the trunk to remove his paddle.
As he returned to Ben, he heard a car pull up. He turned to see a Sheriff getting out of an unmarked vehicle.
"Hello, I'm Sheriff Scott. Is everything okay here?"
Eric looked at the other man. He was tall. Six five at least, broad and muscled, with a deep tan. His chiseled face was firm with kind, knowing eyes.
"I'm just preparing to give some much needed discipline to my husband, Sheriff."
Sheriff Scott looked over at the half naked man stretched over the trunk. Benett was built like the swimmer that he was, medium build with small, lean muscles. He let his eye travel from the head of curly, soft hair down to his rounded, firm ass, and nodded appraisingly.
"Well, the roadside really isn't the place for such business. I have a prisoner in custody in need of some...similar attention. I was just taking him up the road to my farm to use my woodshed. Why don't you follow me and get this job done right?"
Eric agreed, and ordered Benett to dress and get back in the car. He strode to the Sheriff and stretched his hand out. Eric Murphy. My husband is Benett."
"Andrew Scott. Follow me."
They drove another mile before turning onto a gravel road with rows of trees on either side. They followed the road to a beautiful farm with a big house, a barn and several out buildings. As Eric and Ben waited, Andrew opened the backdoor of his cruiser and helped a young man out. He was slightly built, with sandy hair and wore tight jeans and boots. He held his head down and was handcuffed. Eric felt his cock stir at the sight.
Andrew led them into a small, innocent looking shed. Inside, however, was a different matter. The floor was hardwood and spotless. There were 2 sawhorses, with leather shackles on each side for feet, and hands. On the walls were belts, canes, floggers, a tawse, and several razor straps. It was cool and comfortable yet Eric felt sweat drip down his back. He was half hard just from looking around.
Andrew finally addressed the man with him, as he uncuffed him. "Strip, Marcus and go to the sawhorse."
Marcus rubbed his wrists, then complied without a sound.
Andrew turned to Eric. "Do you want to go first?"
Eric turned to Ben. "Strip." He said firmly, then turned to the sheriff. "No, I'd like to see your technique. He smiled.
Andrew went to his prisoner and strapped him down. Then he opened a drawer, removed a large butt plug and a bottle of lube.
As he returned to Marcus, Eric asked, "what's all that for?"
