by ALF
Thanks to Joey and Huh Chuh for the beta.
This is a discipline story - ie it has Jim spanking Blair in a non-sexual context. So if that squicks you, *Don't Read* because if you do and then flame me, I'll laugh manically as I hit delete. Contains spoilers for Girl Next Door and Three Point Shot
"All right, Chief, the cleaning's finished." Jim turned to his Guide, who had just shut the door behind their departed guests.
Blair turned slowly from the door , looked at Jim and nodded reluctantly. "Sure, Jim," he said in a lacklustre voice.
"You know what happens next, Blair," Jim said not unsympathetically. "We both agreed to this, remember?"
"I remember," Blair agreed.
"All right, you go wait for me in the office then. You know the routine. And Blair?" The anthropologist turned back from his route to his former bedroom. "Don't forget I expect you to be ready with your reasons why this is necessary." Blair nodded agreement and turned back to his office.
Once in the small room, Blair went and stood in the corner. He faced the wall, where he was expected to stand and consider what he'd done wrong while he waited for Jim's return. This was the first time that Jim would be disciplining him in a controlled setting, the arrangement had been made after the incident involving Orvelle Wallace. Jim had acted that time on instinct after Blair's revelation regarding the bead from Orvelle's necklace and the anthropologist's visit to Mr Glimmerman.
Blair gave a small sigh, he knew hashing over the past wasn't the reason he was contemplating the paint job on his former bedroom wall.
"All right, Chief, come over here." Jim's softly spoken instruction made Blair jump and he gave a startled yelp as he turned round. Yet again, he had failed to hear his lover's approach.
Jim set down one of the kitchen chairs, which he had decided would be the best thing for him to sit on during the spanking. He watched Blair carefully. He monitored him with his senses and noted that although his partner's heart rate had jumped when Jim spoke, it settled down again to a rate only slightly faster than normal.
"Jeans and boxers down," Jim instructed as Blair stood in front of him. Blair nodded acquiescence and removed the garments. He also took off his outer layer of flannel, before settling into position over Jim's lap.
"Why are we here?" Jim asked.
Blair took a deep breath. "I showed poor judgement getting involved with Iris. I should have been suspicious of someone who was reluctant to contact the cops. I let you down by missing the stakeout because of my car and I caused you and Simon a lot of hassle by making you come look for me."
"The thing that concerns me most about this Blair, is that you broke our agreement about dating people by choosing someone you knew nothing about. We agreed that you would only ask out people connected with Rainier or the department, not pick up strangers. The potential for trouble is just too great."
Both men had decided early on in their relationship that they didn't want anyone else to know they were involved, so Blair had agreed to continue dating to keep up appearances. Blair had agreed to Jim's request that he only date women he knew either through the University or the Police Department. Both knew that Jim already had a pattern of rarely dating in place, which wouldn't rouse anyone's suspicions, but if Blair suddenly stopped seeing other people, tongues would wag even more than they already did. The fact that Blair seemed to be involved with a parade of women had caused a lot of the gossip that had started up when the anthropologist moved in with Jim to die down. Despite speculation mainly based on his unconventional appearance, the majority opinion seemed to be that someone with that many girlfriends just had to be straight.
Blair merely nodded mutely at that. If there was one thing he'd learned from his work with Jim, it was how much trouble there was out there in the world. When he recognized Blair's acceptance of what he'd said, Jim raised his hand and brought it down hard on Blair's left buttock. His partner responded with a yelp of surprise and squirmed in Jim's lap. Jim tightened the arm he had around Blair's middle and smacked him again, on the right side this time. Blair tried to squirm again, but couldn't get the leverage to do so because of the arm around him. Jim didn't pause this time; instead he rained a fast succession of blows on the upturned ass in his lap, which quickly turned the skin a dark red colour.
Before long Blair was chanting, "I'm sorry," like a mantra and crying as well. Finally, Jim was satisfied his message had got through. He administered one last swat, then put his arms around Blair and pulled the anthropologist into a sitting position, head buried in Jim's shoulder as he continued to cry. Jim rubbed soothing hands across the T-shirt covered back and whispered words of comfort and love to his Guide, until Blair finally calmed down and began to recover his breath.
"Here," Jim handed several tissues to his partner, who blew his nose and wiped his face dry.
"Sorry about the shirt," Blair said as he took in the large damp splotch on his lover's shoulder.
Jim shrugged. "It's an old shirt, it'll wash. Are you okay, love?"
Blair nodded, reluctant to lose the embrace of his Sentinel, even though his bottom was sore from the prolonged contact with the rough denim of Jim's jeans.
"I think you need a shower and then bed," Jim said as he allowed Blair to slide to his feet. He stood up as well and took Blair into his arms. "I love you, Chief," he kissed Blair, and returned the fervent hug his lover gave him.
"I love you too, Jim and I'm sorry I messed up," Blair looked up into Jim's face.
Jim shook his head. "No more apologies, it's over and done with now," he said. "Now how about that shower?"
Blair gave a small smile. "I'd prefer a bath," he admitted.
Jim smiled back. "It'll probably take some of the sting away." He took Blair's hand and led him from the office to the bathroom. "You start the water running while I fetch your robe," he instructed. "I'll even soap your back for you."
"My hero." Blair's smile this time was a full one, his love shone from his eyes and Jim couldn't resist giving him another quick kiss before he headed up to their bedroom for Blair's robe. Although the Sentinel knew the spanking had been necessary, it had still been difficult for him to carry through with it as the Blessed Protector in him hated causing pain to his Guide. When he saw that Blair had accepted what had happened and still loved him Jim was relieved. He allowed himself to smile as he anticipated helping Blair get clean and then cuddling up with him in their bed.