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Minding His Manners	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Good Charlotte. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The shrill ringing of the telephone jolted Tony awake and he reached out for it, yelping when his hand hit something cold and hard. Bringing his hand back against his chest, he forced his eyes open, relieved when the ringing stopped and Joel’s muffled voice floated up to him. He blinked, rubbing his face with his other hand as he took in his white surroundings, slowly becoming aware of something digging into his shoulder. He groaned when he realised he was lying in the bath tub.

“What the fuck am I doing in… oh fuck!” He trailed off as the events of the previous night came flooding back. He sat up, burying his head in his hands as he swore. Taking a deep breath, he hauled himself out of the bath and sat on the edge of it as he ran cold water into the basin. He splashed the water of his face before draining it and quickly brushing his teeth. Stretching his arms above his head, and then scratching his belly, Tony walked across the bathroom and back into the bedroom, straight over to the door. He sighed when the door didn’t open. Realising it was locked, he lay down on the bed, arms folded beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling; for Joel to have locked him in, he was in big trouble. And, he decided, wrinkling his nose, he deserved it the way he had behaved.

Sighing heavily again, Tony climbed off the bed and started pacing, striding back and forth across the room constantly berating himself under his breath. He slowed at the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and by the time Joel had started to unlock the bedroom door, Tony was in position to greet him; on his knees, head bowed and hands on his thighs.

“Good boy,” Joel praised him, ruffling his hair as he stepped past him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”

Tony swallowed heavily as he rose to his feet in one fluid motion, crossed the room then sank to his knees in front of Joel.

“Do you feel better?” Joel asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Tony replied, nodding.

“Good,” Joel also nodded. “You will go downstairs. I want the chair ready and I think we’ll use,” he paused slightly, brow furrowed as he decided. “Your leather paddle,” he said, watching Tony wince. “Understand?”

Tony nodded again. “Yes, Sir.”

“You have five minutes.”

Rising to his feet, Tony crossed the room, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he felt Joel’s eyes boring into him. He slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen. He stared at the heavy wooden chair in the corner before sighing and pulling it out and into the main room. He drew the curtains and flicked the lights on, dimming them. Glancing at the clock, he quickly opened the door to the basement and hurried down the stairs to their playroom. Unhooking the key from the wall, he unlocked the cupboard and pulled out the leather paddle. Running his finger over the flat surface, he sighed and locked the cupboard back up, taking the paddle upstairs and placing it on the chair. With one last glance at the clock, Tony dropped to his knees on the floor, listening closely to the sound of Joel’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Good boy,” Joel praised him, kissing his temple as he sat down on the chair, the paddle hanging loosely from his hand. “Look at me, Tony.”

Swallowing heavily, Tony lifted his head and met Joel’s eyes, flinching at the disappointment he saw in them.

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Joel nodded. “Pants off.”

Clenching his jaw, Tony rose to his feet, cheeks colouring as he stepped out of his boxers, hands automatically moving to cover himself.

“Come here,” Joel spread his knees as he spoke, one hand grabbing Tony’s wrist and pulling him between his legs. “Bend over.” Joel pushed Tony over his left thigh, then locked his right leg around both of Tony’s to stop him from kicking and squirming. “OK?” He asked, right hand resting on Tony’s tailbone, his thumb right at the top of the crease of his ass.

Tony wriggled, trying to get comfortable, exhaling heavily as Joel held him in place, one hand starting to rub circles over his ass. “Yes, Sir,” he replied quietly, stilling.

“Hands behind your head!”

Tony whimpered and squeezed his eyes closed; he hated this position with a passion and Joel knew it, knew how much he hated the lack of balance, knew how much he hated having to rely on Joel to hold him. His breathing slowly becoming faster, Tony raised his arms and locked his fingers together behind his head, his full weight balanced on Joel’s thigh. Another whimper escaped him and he tensed.

Joel hushed him, continuing to gently rub his ass. “Just relax, Anthony. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Before he could stop himself, Tony snorted. The snort quickly turned to a yelp as Joel’s hand came down on his upturned ass to deliver a stinging slap.

“S… sorry, Sir!” Tony gasped.

“Why are you being punished?” Joel asked.

“Because I was late home,” Tony replied, gritting his teeth as the first blows fell on his ass. He squirmed as much as he could but was unable to escape the stinging slaps that Joel dealt.

“Why else?”

“Because I was drunk.”

“No,” Joel corrected him. “You had permission to going out drinking. Try again - why are you being punished?”

“Because I made myself ill.”

“Exactly,” Joel punctuated his statement with another volley of slaps, Tony’s ass starting to pinken under his hand. “What’s the point in me having a slave if he is unable to do the duties required of him?”

Tony hung his head, sucking his lower lips into his mouth. Tears of humiliation pricked his eyelids. “None,” he ground out. “Sorry, Sir.”

Joel nodded. “Why else are you being punished?”

“I was rude and disrespectful to my Master.” Tony’s statement was followed by a yelp as Joel continued spanking him, his ass growing warmer and more painful with every blow.

“Anything else?”

“I… uh… No, Sir” Tony replied, shaking his head as best you can.

“Are you sure?” Joel asked, raising one eyebrow, his hand caressing Tony’s stinging ass.

“Uhmm…” Tony’s breathing sped up as Joel continued the gentle caress, stimulating his already over-sensitive skin. “I… I… Oh God…. I can’t think of anything else,” he admitted, starting to squirm on Joel’s lap.

“You swore.” Joel continued spanking Tony, the smacks becoming sharper, stinging more. “You are not supposed to swear, are you?”

“No, Sir!” Tony gasped out, his breathing coming in short hard pants, mewling softly with pain as Joel’s hand came down hard, before starting the gentle caress again. “S… sorry, Sir.” He hung his head as Joel’s hand left his ass and he felt Joel shift to pick up the paddle. “No, no please Sir, not the paddle, please no don’t. It hurts, please, I…”

“Silence!” Joel brought the paddle down hard on Tony’s ass, wringing a yell of pain from him. “You’ve just doubled your punishment,” Joel informed him, a definite note of annoyance in his tone. “40 strokes. “

Tony sniffed at Joel’s words, forcing himself not to react, not to try to pull away before he increased his punishment anymore. He grit his teeth, every exhalation a whimper as he waited for the burn of the first hit. It still took him by surprise and he yelled as the sting shot straight through his ass. The second and third strokes followed in quick succession and Tony started struggling but he was going nowhere; Joel’s grip on him was too secure. He could hear himself yelling and begging Joel, his pleas falling on deaf ears as the spanking continued.

By the time Joel reached 30, Tony was yelling wordlessly and lying limply across Joel’s leg. His elbows framed his face, tears running unchecked down his face and dripping from his chin. His ass was on fire, a constant sting shooting through him as the blows continued raining down until they stopped as suddenly as they started. A shiver ran through him at the sound of the paddle being dropped to the floor, Joel’s hand returning to his ass, gently caressing the red and purple skin.

“Good boy,” Joel praised him, dropping a kiss to the centre of his shoulder blades. He helped him to a standing position, holding him upright as he wobbled lightly. “OK?” Joel asked.

Tony sniffed and nodded, wiping his face with the backs of his hands. “I’m sorry,” he cried.

“I know you are,” Joel replied. “But you’re not done yet.” Tony’s eyes widened and he bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from retorting. Joel nodded approvingly. “You will stand in the corner, hands behind your head until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tony replied quietly, bending down to pick up his boxers, another yell ripped from his throat as Joel’s hand came down on his ass.

“Did I say you were allowed your underwear?”

Tony’s tear-stained cheeks reddened and he ducked his head, dropping his boxers back to the floor. “No Sir,” he replied quietly. His tongue flickered out nervously over his lips as he straightened up again.

“What is it Tony?” Joel asked cupping his lovers‘ cheek in his hand, recognising the apprehensive look on his face.

“How… How long for?” Tony asked, voicing the panic he could feel rushing through him; he knew Benji was coming around today and the thought of still being stood, naked, his spanked ass on view left him feeling sick to his stomach.

“I would never do that to you, Tony.” Joel promised, kissing him on the lips in reassurance. “You’re being punished, yes, but I’m not that cruel. I thought you would know that,” he chastised him lightly. “Benji doesn’t need to know the full details of our relationship, he knows that we love each other and that is enough.” Joel kissed Tony again, tongue darting teasingly against his lips. “Trust me, Tony.” Joel muttered against his lips.

“I do,” Tony promised, returning the kiss, before breaking away and moving to stand in the corner, his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked.
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