Trip to Atlantic City

Title: Trip to Atlantic City

Author: Rolf & Gayspankee

Rolf had just received word that he had to go to Atlantic City for business. He would only be gone for a few days, but he didn't want to leave Matthew home alone. But he also knew that he would be bouncing from meeting to meeting. Taking Matthew would be worse than leaving him home, unless a friend went along. Rolf knew Marc had some vacation time coming, so this could be a good opportunity.

One week later things were a go. Rolf, Matthew and Marc were set for a nice weekend getaway. Rolf had already given Matthew his gamble with responsibility speech. But he didn't think that was really necessary, with Marc coming along to look after things. What he forgot to realize was that Marc had never been gambling before and was, if possible, even more excited than Matthew.

The day to leave finally arrived. The flight was an early one, leaving at 6am. Rolf had Matthew up and ready to leave the house at 4:30. That normally would have put both of them in a horrendous mood, but the prospect of gambling the weekend away with Marc had Matthew fairly jumping out of bed. They were at Marc's house fifteen minutes later, and Marc was waiting impatiently on the front porch. Marc hadn't flown in quite a while and was excited at the prospect of the flight itself. Rolf watched the rearview mirror in amused silence as Matthew and Marc chatted merrily away. Rolf was in a great mood, they were going to arrive at the airport on time and it looked like, with no fuss. Just then, traffic slowed to a stop on the road.

Matthew and Marc stopped their discussion when they realized they had stopped moving. Way up the road, flashing lights could be seen. It appeared to have been an accident. Terrible timing. Rolf could NOT be late getting to the airport. He barely had just enough time to make it to his first meeting as it was. Not Rolf's idea, but the company didn't want any extra expenses. The minutes began ticking away. Rolf was starting to get VERY nervous. And naturally Matthew said the most wrong thing at the most wrong time.

All Matthew could think about was missing the plane, missing his chance to gamble again, missing ALL the fun. "Roooollffff" he whined, "What if the dumb_f_u_c_k_ that caused this accident makes us miss our plane?"

Dead silence greeted that remark. Marc in shock. Rolf in absolute fury. Matthew in a slowly dawning realization of what he just said.

Rolf was close to boiling just because of the accident. Matthew's ill timed remark sent him zooming straight past boiling and into nuclear meltdown, mainly because that was exactly what he was thinking.

Marc saw the emotions in Rolf's face. He knew how much Rolf hated to be late, knew how much it meant to him to make the early meeting, knew how VERY much Rolf hated swearing. He knew that they didn't have time to stop, and that being the case, that Rolf would be grumpy until he had the time to punish Matthew, and that Matthew would be unhappy until it was all over with. These thoughts whizzed through Marc's head in an instant. Marc did the only thing that came to mind to keep some relative peace in the truck. He popped Matthew's seatbelt free, and in one swift movement, had Matthew face down across his lap.

Marc reached under Matthew and undid his jeans. He pulled the jeans down to just below the buttocks. Marc put his fingers in the waistband of Matthew's underwear and looked at Rolf in the mirror, as if waiting for the thumbs up. Rolf nodded approvingly. Marc yanked the underwear down to meet the jeans. Then the swats came crashing down. Marc spanked fast and hard, and Matthew was yelping in no time. After two minutes of spanking, the traffic began moving. Marc stopped, ready to return Matthew to his seated position. Then Rolf spoke.

"Keep going Marc. We are moving slow enough. Matthew is not sorry enough yet."

Marc did as instructed and continued plummeting Matthew's bare behind. He was kicking and crying and pleading, but Marc didn't let up until told to.

The spanking lasted for just over ten minutes. Until traffic was moving faster and the airport was in sight. By the time they reached the airport, they had just minutes to spare. And poor Matthew was showing his marks. His face was wet, his eyes bloodshot, and his nose running. It was going to be a rough takeoff.

Rolf pulled up to the valet parking, there was no time to spare. He jumped out, and opened the door for the boys. Marc came tumbling out, but Matthew was a little slow. Rolf grabbed hold of his arm and literally dragged him out of the truck.

Matthew was still sobbing and hiccupping. Marc had flat worn his ass out. He tried swiping his free arm across his face, clean up some. The valet attendant was looking at him and Matthew wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle on the concrete.

Rolf was NOT happy. "I don't care HOW bad your tail is hurting right now, but if you don't get a move on, I'll make sure you don't sit for the rest of the weekend. And you had BETTER be on your best behavior, IS THAT CLEAR?"

All Matthew could do was nod. He was SO embarrassed. Rolf let go, and Matthew slowly made his way to the back of the truck to get his bags, swiping at his face. He didn't want to have to go through the airport looking like he did, but he had no choice.

Matthew felt as though everyone knew what had happened. He felt as though he might as well have been naked, the only sign missing was his bright red behind. Naturally, it was all in his head, and he knew, but he hated to feel that way.

Soon they made their way on board, and were ready for take off, with just seconds to spare. The flight was smooth and quiet. The events of the early morning wore everyone out. Matthew pouted for a while, but was soon fast asleep on Marc's shoulder. Before they knew it, they had arrived. Atlantic City baby! A trip no one was prepared for.

Rolf had a car waiting for their arrival and they were soon packed and headed off to the hotel. Matthew was a little grouchy upon awakening as his backside was still aching pretty good. He was just happy that Rolf's mood had brightened considerably now that things were back on schedule. Matthew and Marc were again talking each other's ears off as they passed the huge hotels, amusement parks, the beaches, and all those fun and interesting tourist trap places.

Rolf could only think "sensory overload" as he listened to the conversation. He was remembering the trip to Las Vegas a while back, and the trouble that Matthew had found himself in. He felt confident that his lecture to Matthew would do the trick for him, and if not, the steadying influence of Marc would help tremendously.

Rolf pulled up to the hotel and everyone grabbed their bags and headed inside. Rolf went up to the counter to check in, and the boys dropped their bags next to him. Before Rolf could even turn around to tell the boys to stick close by, they were gone, exploring the casino just off to the left. It took Rolf several minutes to get checked in. When he finished, the bellhop took the bags and Rolf went in search of the boys. He looked for about five minutes and had no luck. When he looked at his watch, he realized that he needed to head out in just a few minutes. He headed up to the room for a quick change of clothes. He was more than a little upset with the boys and the fact that he was going to have to leave without seeing them. He left a short note on the desk and headed downstairs.

"Can I help you, sir?" asked the young man at the desk.

"Yes, you can. I am Mr. Monet, room 1564, and when I arrived I had two boys with me. They have since disappeared. Please hold this key for them, as they will need it when they return. Are there any messages currently for me?"

"Ah yes, Mr. Monet. No problem with the key, and yes, one message. Here you go, and enjoy your stay with us."

Rolf looked at the message and scowled. He was expecting his last meeting of the day to end at 6, then he'd have some time to spend with the boys. Looked like it was going to run past 7. He took a quick glance around and still didn't see the boys. He headed out the door to his first meeting of the day.

Meanwhile, Matthew and Marc toured the casino. It was just as Matthew had remembered it. But Marc, Marc was awestruck. It didn't take long before he was popping coins into the slot machine. After ten pulls, and ten losses, Matthew got Marc's attention.

"Uh, Marc. What time do you have?"

Marc looked at his watch. 'Oh _s_h_i_t_!' he thought, it was after 11. Rolf was long gone. And he was gonna be fuming.

"Come on Matthew, let's head to the desk. Tonight isn't going to pretty."

"We didn't DO anything, why would tonight not be pretty?"

"Have you forgotten that we left Rolf at the check in desk? Have you forgotten that he's already gone? Do you think he's going to be the least bit happy with that?"

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess not." Matthew was a little slow on the uptake, but not that slow.

They went to the desk and got the key. They were on the 15th floor. Riding the elevator should have been fun, but they didn't know what the room held for them, so it was a somber ride. Marc opened the door, and Matthew wandered in, seeing the note on the desk first.

The note said simply "You are to stay put and wait for my call. Leave the room and that will be the last of Atlantic City you see."

"Oh wonderful" Matthew said as he handed the note to Marc "what a fun afternoon." He plopped down on the bed, pouting.

Marc read the note, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away. He did NOT take vacation time to spend it sitting in a hotel room. He was trying to figure out a way to enjoy the day, and not miss Rolf's call. He walked over to the door to the terrace and stepped outside, enjoying the view, not realizing until now that they had a beachfront room. He could see the beach was crowded, heard the children's happy cries as the waves rolled in upon the sand. Marc was unsure of what to do next. The casino was calling his name, but the beach looked SO inviting. Beach, casino, casino, beach.... His musings were interrupted when Matthew crashed into him, pretending to throw him over the edge.

"You little _s_h_i_t_! You scared me half to death! Don't DO that, I could have fallen." Marc was more upset with his ruined afternoon plans than he was at Matthew for scaring him.

Matthew just burst into laughter and went back into the room, calling over his shoulder "Sissy!" He headed back to the desk to grab the room service menu. If he was going to have to sit in the room, he was at least going to eat like a King.

Marc came back into the room and rifled through the bags.

"What are you looking for?" Matthew inquired.

Marc didn't say anything, he just kept rummaging through.

"Oh so now I suppose you are mad, can't take a joke."

Marc looked at Matthew with 'that look'. Marc's gears were turning, and Matthew was very curious now. 'That look' usually meant trouble for Matthew, but not this time, and Matthew knew that.

Finally Marc found what he was looking for: swimsuits. He pulled out his own and Matthew's.

"Think I am a sissy huh? Put these on bud, I'll show you who's not a sissy."

With that Marc began to disrobe. For once Matthew was feeling like the voice of reason. This was not looking like a good idea. Matthew knew if that call was missed, neither of them would be seeing any of Atlantic City, and more importantly, they wouldn't be sitting much either.

"Marc, have you lost your mind? Rolf didn't write that note as a joke, and I for one aim to enjoy the rest of the weekend. He'll call in a little bit, we can try to work on him then. Besides, I'm starved, and room service has a delicious menu."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Chicken. Just because we weren't there when he left, doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of the afternoon cooling my heels in this hotel room. I didn't take time off from work to do that. I'm going out to enjoy the beach, something I haven't seen in years. You stay here if you want."

Matthew was shocked. Marc usually did whatever Rolf wanted, and then some. Usually*. And if not, Matthew was always right beside him, ready to have fun, getting into whatever trouble there was. "Tell you what. Obviously you want to enjoy yourself. I do too. But we can't BOTH be gone, and miss that call. I'll order lunch, you go down to the beach. Come back in an hour, we'll see if Rolf has called. Then it will be my turn, okay?"

Marc's voice softened. He wasn't mad at Matthew. "Okay, that sounds good. I don't want to miss the rest of Atlantic City either. Get something for me, will ya?"

"Sure. See you in a bit." Matthew picked up the phone to call room service.

Marc took off towards the beach.

Thirty minutes later came a knock on the door. Matthew opened it up to find the dinner cart. He grabbed a $100 bill from Rolf's stash, and paid the bill, getting back only $40 in change. Lunch was a little on the expensive side. But was it EVER good. Matthew dove into the most tender steak he'd had in a long while. He had all the fixins to go with it, along with a HUGE piece of chocolate pie, and a plateful of chocolate chip cookies. He had just taken a huge bite of cookie when the phone rang, startling him.

"relrol?" Matthew managed, through a mouthful of cookie.

"Matthew, is that you?" Rolf asked, thinking he was talking to Scooby Doo.

Matthew managed to swallow his cookie without choking. "Yes, yes, it's me. Sorry, just having a bit of lunch. Not much else to do, you know, being stuck in the room like this." Matthew was using his famous pouty voice, trying to get his way.

"You wouldn't be stuck in the room if you hadn't run off, young man. That wasn't very nice, as I wanted to kiss your face before my first meeting. I don't get my way, you don't get yours."

"Oh Rooolllffff, so sorry. We just went into the casino, we didn't go far. Marc wanted to play the slot machines, and I guess he just lost track of the time. I missed you too."

"Alright sport, break my heart. You're free. PLEASE, don't go into the ocean without me. You can swim in the pool, or walk along the beach, but no swimming in the ocean, okay? My last meeting ends at 7. If you guys can get cleaned up and ready to go, we'll take in dinner and a show, how does that sound?"

"Oh fun, fun! We'll be ready, 7, right?" Matthew was already thinking about what he could have for dinner, even though he was stuffed full as it was.

"Yes, 7, sport. Let me talk to Marc a sec, okay?"

Matthew nearly lost the grip on the phone. "M..marc's.. in the shower. He...he was sitting on the balcony and got hot and sweaty, so he's in the shower. I..I can give him a message, okay?"

Rolf noticed a change in Matthew's voice, but he decided to ignore it. "Tell him to watch you and the money carefully. VERY carefully."

"Oh, Rolf, don't worry, okay? I won't spend too much."

Just then, Marc burst in the door, shouting "HEY Matthew! The beach is just SO NICE! You've got..."

He had made it over to where Matthew was sitting, when Matthew reached out and shoved Marc down on the bed, making large gestures and mouthing the words "SHUT UP" trying to keep them both out of trouble.

"Matthew, is that Marc talking about the beach? I thought he was in the shower?"

"Uh... he WAS in the shower....he just got out and was back on the balcony..."

"Put him on the phone please."

Matthew handed the phone to Marc, mouthing "Rolf" to him.

Marc's stomach did a little flip as he took the phone. "Yes, sir."

"How's the view from the balcony? Pretty nice isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, sir, it's very nice. The beach looks so inviting. Can't wait until you're back, maybe we can take a walk?"

"Marc, you're free. I'd say the last two hours have been punishment enough for running off this morning. Just don't go swimming in the ocean without me. Have fun, but make sure neither of you goes over your spending limits. Leave some of that for tonight as well, okay? I've got to run, see you at 7." With that, Rolf hung up the phone.

"Matthew I don't know what you said to him, but thank you. So where do you want to go first?"

"No first you owe me. You owe me BIG! Rolf asked to speak to you, I of course being a good friend lie, and you come bellowing in the room. If he would have caught me in a lie, I would be sucking Ivory until we leave. I don't like the situation you put me in."

"Matthew, thank you for lying, I didn't ask you too. I had my reasons. Besides it is over, can we go have some fun now?"

"No!"

"No? Why? What is the problem?"

"The problem is your attitude."

Whoa Matthew was taken aback by what he was saying, those words usually come from Marc, and they don't reflect him. Marc was equally stunned.

"My attitude?"

"If the shoe was on the other foot, your paw prints would be all over my ass by now. And deservedly so."

"What are getting at?"

"You're a smart guy, figure it out!"

Matthew went into the bathroom. He came out and sat on the edge of the bed, holding something. Marc's eyes widened as he realized two things. First, he realized what Matthew was holding, and second he realized what Matthew intended to do with it.

"Matthew you have to be kidding."

"Nope. You always say what is good for me is good for you. I think this is how you would handle the situation, don't you?"

_d_a_m_n_. Matthew and Marc knew each other too well. Marc also knew there was no way around this, at least if he was in control there wouldn't have been. He still didn't want to submit. "Maaattthhheeeewwww, plee.."

"You have exactly five seconds to get that suit off and get over my legs, or I will pick up the phone and let Rolf do it. Your choice." Matthew was not going to be denied.

Marc realized that he was going to get it, one way or the other. Matthew was definitely the better of the two options. He dropped his swimsuit on the floor and walked up to Matthew.

Matthew guided Marc across the knees. Marc's legs dangled over the end of the bed, his upper body resting on the bed. Matthew grabbed Marc around the waist, and laid the bath brush against Marc's bottom. In a flash it was gone, replaced by a splotch of red hot fire as the first smack forcefully struck the white skin. Marc kicked reflexively as the second smack hit his backside.

Matthew wasn't really upset with Marc, but he DID feel the need to give Marc what he would have been given, had the shoe been on the other foot. Matthew cracked the brush down 10 times in rapid succession. Marc was squirming for all he was worth. When the last crack landed, Matthew allowed Marc up. Marc immediately tried to rub out the sting.

"Ah _s_h_i_t_ Matthew, that HURT. I'm sorry. REALLY didn't want to get you in trouble. Ouch. Oh." Marc had a few tears on his face, and he was having trouble breathing normally, but Matthew was pretty easy on him.

"Just watch that BIG mouth of yours, and remember how nice I've been, okay?" Matthew wanted to stock up any brownie points he could, as he would ALWAYS have a need for them.

"Okay, okay, thanks. You saved me from the wolf. Now, what are we going to do, we have like 6 hours or so before Rolf gets done."

Matthew yelled from the bathroom "You have your meal waiting on the tray, aren't you hungry?"

Marc went over to the room service cart, and looked at what Matthew had ordered. He saw plate upon empty plate and one untouched one. He lifted the lid and saw a turkey sandwich. "Hey you STINKER, what is this? A sandwich for me, and enough food for an army for you?"

"Hey, *I* was the one doing the jail time, you can eat the jail food. I think that is a fair compromise, don't you?"

"Whatever." Marc hungrily ate the sandwich, knowing that at least they could leave the room faster, and there were a ton of restaurants in and around the hotel.

"So where are we going first Matthew, the beach or the casino?"

"Well if we go to the beach, I want to swim and Rolf said that was off limits."

"The casino it is."

Marc grabbed his wallet and they were downstairs in no time. They were just amazed at the size of that place. Marc was determined to win back that money he spent this morning. He went right to the slot machine and started popping coins and pulling levers. Matthew got bored watching Marc and wandered over to the black jack table. Matthew observed for a while, and decided to place a bet.

It was only $10, he was limited to $100 for the day. But the great thing was, HE WON! And he kept winning! By the time he got up from the table, he had doubled his money. He went to find Marc to gloat.

He thought Marc would be in the same general area, but he was nowhere to be found. He sat down and put a few quarters into the machine and pulled the lever. He won another $25. As he was busy collecting the change and putting it into his cup, a waitress came over with the free drinks. Matthew took one, giving the waitress a $5 tip. He was having just the BEST time. He downed the drink in two gulps and then went to find Marc.

Marc had gotten tired of the quarter slot machines. He had won a few small jackpots, but was still steadily losing. He had heard that the dollar machines had bigger payouts, so he headed in that direction.

Marc was also limited to $100 and had already lost $75 of it. He knew he needed big winnings if he was gonna have any fun this weekend. So he put the first dollar in and pulled the handle.

Matthew meanwhile was searching the casino for Marc. He was on top of the world. He wasn't a big gambler but when he won, look out he was Mr. Big Stuff. He searched high and low, stopping occasionally to pop a coin in the slot machine. And every coin spent was a winner. Finally he found Marc. Marc looked a bit frazzled stuffing those dollars into the machines.

"Hey Marc I am having the best luck, check this out." Matthew said as he showed Marc his winning cup. "How is lady luck treating you?"

Marc flashed a glare. "Lady luck? There is a _f_u_c_k_ing reason why I am gay, and that is because of women like Lady _f_u_c_k_ing Luck."

Matthew didn't like the sound of that. But the comment was so INCREDIBLY funny, he just burst into loud laughter. "Lady _f_u_c_k_ing Luck, you're gay because of Lady _f_u_c_k_ing Luck?" Matthew could barely say that as he dissolved into another fit of the giggles. He laughed so hard he dropped his coin cup on the floor, spilling the coins in all directions. He then fell to his knees, tears threatening to roll down his face from his laughter. He started to scoop up the change.

Marc looked around, and noticed that quite a few people in the near vicinity were looking at Matthew, and wondering what in the world had happened to him. To say that Marc was embarrassed would be the understatement of the century. And on top of that, he was mad at his luck as well.

Security came over to Matthew who was laughing so hard his breathing was off balance.

"Is everything alright sir? Is this man bothering you?"

"Bothering *him*? Who is the dumb _f_u_c_k_ rolling on the floor?"

"There is no need for that sort of language. I wasn't speaking to you anyway."

"Oooh 'wasn't speaking to you'," Marc said mockingly. "bite me."

"Okay sir, out you go!"

"What?" Matthew and Marc said simultaneously.

"You heard me, I want you out of here, and I don't want you back in here again!"

Marc wasn't thinking straight, he couldn't believe his luck, or lack thereof. He spoke the first thing that came to mind. "That's gonna be a bit hard _s_h_i_t_-head, since I am staying at this hotel."

Matthew scrambled up from the floor, trying to get his two cents in before the situation was COMPLETELY out of control. "Sir, really, he didn't mean that. He's just having some bad luck, and I guess I didn't help any by laughing."

"Sorry, sir, but he's leaving, and leaving right now. Come with me." The security guard grabbed hold of Marc's arm and started towards the doors.

Matthew was left standing with his mouth open, not believing that this was actually happening. He dropped back to the floor and quickly gathered up his dropped change, nearly sprinting away in the direction that Marc had been taken.

Marc allowed himself to be guided out of the casino and into the security office. The guard let go of his arm, and proceeded to start typing on the computer. "What room are you in, sir?"

"Fifteen _f_u_c_k_ing sixty four." Marc said sullenly.

"I can do without that language, thank you." The security guard typed the room number in the computer. "Mr. Monet, I presume?"

"No, dumbass, I'm not Mr. Monet. Marc. The name is Marc. M – A – R – C. If I am getting thrown out of the hotel, can we get on with the process?"

"The room is registered to a Mr. Monet. Is that your room also?" The security guard was trying really hard to ignore the attitude and just get the facts straight.

"Yes, you asked for the room number, I gave you MY room number. CAN I GO NOW?" Marc was beyond all reason.

"There is a note now tacked onto that room. Neither you NOR anyone else in that room may enter the casino again during your stay here. Don't even THINK about going into that casino, as you WILL lose your right to stay here, and you WILL be charged for the entire length of your stay, whether you are here or on the street. NOW you may leave."

"Thanks a _f_u_c_k_ing lot. I was losing anyway, you don't need anymore of MY money." With that, Marc left the security office and entered the lobby of the hotel.

The security officer muttered under his breath "Kids. Someone just needs to kick them in the ass some days."

"Marc what happened? What did he say? What's going on?" Matthew said thoroughly panicked.

"The casino is off limits for the remainder of the stay, for all *3* of us."

"Boy did you ever get lucky. Rolf would have skinned you alive had you gotten us kicked out."

"I still can't believe this _s_h_i_t_. Here I spent like $300 dollars in there, and because of one little scene I get kicked out."

"THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!?! That is...that's your limit for the entire weekend!" Matthew stood there, his jaw hanging open in complete surprise.

"What's the big deal? I can win it back. I won't have a chance to come back for a while, so I'm going to have all the fun I can. If that means spending a little more, then oh well."

"MARC?!!! Rolf, you know...the guy we came with? ROLF? He's not going to be hap-"

Marc walked off, totally frustrated and not the least bit interested in ANOTHER lecture.

Matthew stood in shock for a moment or two, wondering if Marc had a death wish or something. Marc had gone over Rolf's spending limit as if it didn't exist. He got them banned from the casino, and he knew Rolf would want to play. Now he was going to have to do it at another casino. Well, as long as Matthew wasn't going to get caught in the crossfire, he was going to remain uninterested. He jogged after Marc, who had walked out the front of the hotel.

"Hey, wait up. Where are we going now?"

"To the next casino, I HAVE to have better luck there."

"Marc are you insane? You can't spend like that, not with Rol-"

"Matthew, with all do respect _f_u_c_k_ Rolf. Rolf doesn't own me. I am not here spending...or excuse me, LOSING Rolf's money. It is MY money on the line. And I will spend as much as I want."

Matthew was simply floored by Marc's actions. He had never, NEVER seen Marc act like that. It was like he was a completely different person. And to speak of Rolf like that. Marc usually had the utmost respect for him. Matthew now knew that Marc had a problem, the question was what to do about it.

Matthew quietly trailed after Marc into a casino across the street. This one was bigger, and a little busier. Marc checked out his wallet and realized he had only $50 left. Time to go cash a check. He went up to one of the windows and had to wait for 15 minutes. He was already in a bad mood and the wait wasn't helping his temper any. He finally made it up to the front of the line. "I'd like to cash a check."

"Are you a guest of the hotel sir?"

"No, does it matter?"

"Yes, sir, it does matter. We can only cash checks for registered guests or f-"

"Fine bitch, I'll go somewhere else!" Marc grabbed his check off the counter and stormed off, practically leaving Matthew in the dust.

The guests behind Marc in the line just stared at one another, shaking their heads.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Rolf had arrived early from his meeting. He stopped by the front desk to see if there were any messages.

"Hello, are there any messages for me? Rolf Monet, room 1564?"

"Mr. Monet. Let me check for you."

The desk clerk brought up Rolf's account on the computer, and saw that it was flagged by the security guard. He picked up the phone and called him down.

"Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Monet there appears to have been some sort of altercation this afternoon in our casino. Zack our security guard will be right down. He is the one who dealt with the situation, and he will fill you in."

Rolf did not like the sound of that. He stepped off to the side, a thousand thoughts swirling, none of them good. Finally, Zack came down and greeted Rolf.

"Mr. Monet? Zack Taylor." Zack said, shaking Rolf's hand.

"Mr. Taylor, was there a problem today?"

"A small one sir. I went over to check on Marc? I think. He was at the slot machines and there was another gentleman on the floor, picking up change. I simply wanted to make sure there weren't any problems, and Marc had a bit of an attitude and a mouth a sailor would be proud of. I felt it necessary to escort him from the casino. Had he been the least bit cooperative, I may not have banned him for the rest of his stay but he remained extremely rude and uncooperative. The only way to handle that is to post a note on the room, and unfortunately, that leaves you and anyone else in the room unable to access the casino as well. I apolo-"

"Mr. Taylor, no apology needed. Had I been in your position, that is the LEAST I would have done. Thank you for your time." With that, Rolf turned and headed for the elevators, leaving Mr. Taylor wondering how upset Rolf really was.

Rolf went straight up to the room. He was hot and sweaty and now to boot, furious. He walked around the corner and just about stumbled over the room service cart that Matthew had left outside the room. Rolf surveyed the damage, wondering exactly how much money was spent on lunch. He opened the door and entered the room. As he expected, the boys weren't there. Rolf mentally went through his options. It was 4, and the boys weren't expected to be back until close to 7, knowing their propensity to wait until the last minute. He could wait for them. He thought that was probably all he could do, as he had no idea where they went. He stripped off his work clothes and hit the shower, a long, luxurious shower, and his temper cooled a bit as the water pounded out some of the stress from his busy day.

He put on his more casual clothes and turned the television on. As he sat for a few minutes watching the tv, his temper warmed back up. He looked at his watch and decided he could not wait for 2 1/2 more hours. There was no telling what those boys were up to, and Marc was obviously not in control of his sanity, at least enough to keep Matthew out of trouble. He saw the swimsuits on the floor, and decided the boys were probably not on the beach. If they were downstairs at this casino just a little earlier, then they probably didn't go far. There were enough hotels within walking distance to keep them occupied, so that was where he would start. He strode out the door with purpose, intent on finding the boys as quickly as possible.

Rolf walked past a couple of hotels, not really knowing where to begin. Just as he was ready to enter one, he spotted Matthew and Marc across the street. Rolf wanted to observe them first. While he didn't doubt the guard’s judgment, he hadn't known Marc to act that way before. He followed them into another casino. That worried him. They had to be spending way too much money. He kept a safe distance, as he wasn't ready to be seen yet. He observed as Marc sat down at one of the slot machines, Matthew by his side. Matthew wasn't playing, only keeping Marc company. Marc kept popping coin after coin into the machine, and getting nothing in return. He heard Marc raise his voice, and a list of expletives came pouring out. Then he smacked the machine and got up. It was time to stop this behavior. Rolf walked up behind the two and made his presence known by clearing his throat. Matthew spun around while Marc remained facing forward.

Matthew's gut reaction was to shout Rolf's name and hug him. But the scowl on Rolf's face made him check up, just stand staring.

"Matthew is that another _f_u_c_k_ing security guard? Another _f_u_c_k_ing idiot who thinks they are going to toss my ass out? Who the hell is...." Marc's voice trailed off as he spun around and realized exactly who was standing behind him.

Matthew swallowed the lump in his throat and took two quick steps back. That was exactly the *wrong* thing to say to Rolf.

There were several people in the near vicinity who turned to look at the developing situation as Marc's voice had been a little louder than necessary.

"Excuse me? What was that you just said?" Rolf said, glaring sternly at Marc.

"I...eh...a...well...uh" Marc stammered.

"Yeah, that was what I thought you said. I think it is time we return to our room for a long discussion."

Matthew knew what that meant. He was glad not to be in Marc's shoes. Marc had also managed to figure out what that meant. He looked around the casino, looking for a way out. The only thing spotted was a stunning young go-go boy, shaking his firm white bon bon on stage. Marc tuned Rolf out long enough to hear "It's Raining Men" course through the casino. Marc was entranced by the beautiful vision, he had completely blocked Rolf out.

Rolf didn't know what Marc was looking at, and frankly he could care less. He grabbed him the arm and pulled him close so his mouth was directly next to Marc's ear. "I don't know what has come over you, but I intend to find out. I brought you here to look after Matthew, and you certainly can not do that by pulling the stunts I have heard and SEEN you pull." And with that Marc was escorted out of the casino roughly by Rolf, with Matthew trailing close behind.

Marc's heart was thudding painfully in his chest as he was unceremoniously dragged from the casino. He saw the looks he was getting from other people and tried to extricate himself from Rolf's firm grasp.

Rolf didn't let go until they were outside on the sidewalk. He spun Marc around to face him and said "Do I need to spank you right here?"

Marc blinked in the blinding sun. "No sir."

"Stop arguing then." With that Rolf grabbed Marc's upper arm again and started back down the sidewalk.

"But Rol-"

"Silence will serve you best right now, mister." Rolf said, not missing a beat.

Matthew trailed along behind the two, wondering how much Rolf knew, and whether or not Marc's attitude was going to rear it's ugly head as it had all day long.

The rest of the walk was conducted in icy silence. Marc was beginning to sweat.

Rolf grabbed onto Marc's arm tight as they entered their hotel. He marched Marc past the reception desk to the elevators. Just Marc's luck, Zack was standing near the desk socializing with the receptionist.

"Good afternoon Mr. Monet." Zack said with a huge grin on his face.

"Good afternoon." Rolf said pleasantly nodding his head as he walked past.

Marc felt so small as he was dragged past that security guard. While the guard couldn't possibly know what was in store, he knew something was up, and that was enough for Marc.

"Rolf, let go of my arm, pl-"

Rolf spun Marc around and whacked him three times fast and hard.

"I told you not to speak. Anything else to add?"

Marc just hung his head and shook no. If there was any doubt in the security guard's mind, it had to be gone now. Marc was beyond embarrassed. The elevator doors seemed to close and then reopen immediately, way too fast for Marc. His stomach was left on the bottom floor and the rest of the organs were twisting and turning, making him feel almost ill. He looked back at Matthew as he was dragged down the hall.

Matthew saw the pitiful look Marc threw his way. He felt SO bad for him. He had been in Marc's shoes more often than he cared to remember, and he knew exactly what Marc was feeling.

Rolf unlocked the door and pushed Marc in ahead of him. Matthew followed and Rolf then shut the door. Marc took a few hesitant steps into the room, uncertain as to what Rolf wanted him to do. Rolf pulled out the desk chair into the center of the room and told Marc to have a seat.

Marc walked slowly to the chair, knowing he was about to be interrogated and knowing the Russian mafia would be a cakewalk compared to Rolf. He slowly sank onto the oversized chair and slouched into a heap.

"Matthew, I'd like a word with you on the terrace please." Rolf said pleasantly. He wanted some confirmation of his suspicions, then he was going to send Matthew downstairs while he took care of Marc.

Marc sat nervously, shifting from side to side, his stomach in knots. He wanted to know what they were talking about. Heck, he would have been happy to just see the gestures, but he was turned facing away from the terrace. All too soon the terrace door slid open, and Matthew slowly walked by and out of the room. Matthew desperately wanted to console his friend, or at the very least acknowledge him. But Rolf made it very clear that he was to make a beeline to the door and not look back, unless he too wanted to face Rolf's wrath. Rolf closed the terrace door, and went across the room and locked the door there as well. He came back to where Marc was sitting, and pulled up another chair and sat in it, directly in front of Marc.

"Alright young man, you have a choice. You can make this conversation really simple and easy, or you can make it hard. I would suggest the former. Let's start at the beginning. Where did you go this morning when we arrived here?"

"The casino."

"Where in the casino?"

"Just the slot machines, I guess we were just hidden from view."

"You knew I had to leave quickly for the meeting. WHY did you take off like that?"

"I....uh....just wanted to see what it was like. I was only going to play for a few minutes."

"But you played for a lot more than a few minutes."

"Yeah, I guess so." Marc mumbled quietly.

"Marc, sit up in that chair and look at me. There is no "guess so" needed in that sentence. You DID play for more than a few minutes. When you returned to the room, what did you do then?"

Marc dropped his eyes down. This is where things were going to get dicey. He really doubted that Rolf would know anything about the beach. And he knew he had enough trouble coming for the rest of the day, especially when he told him how much money he had lost. "I just sat here, waiting for your call."

"Why did you hesitate? Is there something you aren't telling me?"

Marc was truly torn. He was already in deep.

"Marc Ryan you know the only thing I detest more than that vulgar language you have been throwing about is lying. So if you aren't telling me the whole truth you better come clean now. Because I *will* find out."

"I went down to the beach for a couple of minutes. I tried to get Matthew to come with me, but he knew better. He hung around and waited for your call. That is what all the food is from. When you called I came in about half way through your conversation."

"Alright, up to this point you took off without a word. You were told to stay in the room, yet you disobeyed that request as well. Which means I was lied to about that, isn't that correct? Have I got things straight so far?"

Marc was fidgeting, pulling at his shirt. Rolf was going through the day, picking out and persecuting him for everything, and he had only made it to lunch so far. The afternoon had yet to be discussed.

"Marc Ryan, am I correct so far?" Rolf said sharply.

"Yeah, I gues-"

"Yes sir, or no sir, young man!"

"Yes, sir." Marc said quietly.

"So after the phone call, what did you do?"

"You said no ocean, so we decided to go back to the casino."

"The casino downstairs, in this hotel?"

"Yes, sir." Marc was getting increasingly nervous as the first of the ugly stuff happened there.

Rolf noticed the changes in Marc's movements, knowing he was getting close to one big problem. He sharpened his voice. "Whatever in the WORLD caused you to get thrown out of the casino, young man?

"I...uh...." Marc just shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't ready to go there yet.

"Your explanation, NOW!" Rolf said, staring hard at Marc.

That icy look broke Marc. He was angry at himself. He was feeling horrible for carrying on the way he did. And he was scared of Rolf in his current state. Marc just broke down and cried. He couldn't help it. Rolf was taken aback by that. Of all the things he was expecting, crying wasn't one of them, not yet anyway. Rolf got up from his chair, and took hold of Marc's arm, bringing him to his feet as well. Rolf walked Marc over to the bed, and pulled him into his arms. He comforted Marc. He rocked Marc for a few minutes.

"Okay now. I want you to tell me what happened this afternoon."

Marc sat and sobbed a little more, gathering up the courage. Finally he spoke, his voice shaky, his words interrupted by hiccups. "I...I don't know. I w...was wanting to play on the s...slots. I started losing, and k...kept losing. I g...got mad and said a few things. T...the security guard came o...over and I c...copped an attitude. He threw us out. I w...was behind some.....some money." Marc stopped for a moment, trying to figure out a way to sugar coat the money part.

"Marc, how much money did you lose in the casino?" Rolf knew that was going to be the issue, so he took Marc's decision out of his hands. The question hung in the air for a few moments. "Marc?"

Marc whispered quietly "$300" staring hard at the floor.

Rolf's blood pressure shot up several more notches. Instead of yelling, he managed to ask Marc to continue with the day.

"We went down to the next casino. I had t...to try to win back tha...that money."

"Alright young man. Just spit it out. How much money have you spent today?"

Marc sat staring holes in the carpet, not wanting to put the dollar figure into words.

"Marc Ryan. How much!?"

Marc mumbled "$500"

"WHAT?!? You spent $500 in one afternoon?!?"

Marc cringed.

"What was your limit?"

Marc didn't respond.

"WHAT WAS YOUR LIMIT?"

"$100, sir."

"So instead of counting your losses you kept going, and going, and going. Do you know how irresponsible that is? I asked you to come along with us so you could keep Matthew in line. I shudder to think what he could have spent under your guidance had he not been more fortunate. This problem is bad enough. But to top it off you not only embarrassed yourself, but Matthew and I by the way you acted. And the language you have been throwing about. COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. That is where we are gonna start. I spoke with the security guard, and heard politely what was said. Do you wish to deny the rash of obscenities that you rattled off?"

Marc wasn't feeling as good as he was just a few minutes ago when Rolf was holding him. It was getting rather chilly again. Below freezing actually. He couldn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders as he stared hard at the floor.

Rolf was beginning to work back up into his outrage of earlier. He stood up quickly, taking Marc's arm and raising him up as well.

Marc's heart started to race, he was incredibly nervous. He found himself being dragged into the bathroom.

"Rolf nooooo, please I am sorry. Please don't. Pleeeasssee." Marc knew all too well what Rolf was gonna do.

Rolf just ignored the pleas, and hauled Marc to the bathroom sink. He grabbed a bar of Ivory soap, and lathered it well under hot water with one hand, while pushing Marc to his knees with the other. Rolf grabbed Marc by the hair and pulled his head back. His anger was getting the best of him. Marc screeched as Rolf pulled his hair. As he screeched, the bar of soap was shoved in. Rolf furiously scrubbed Marc's mouth. The soap ground in and out, caking on his teeth as it was forcefully moved about Marc's mouth. Soapsuds were spewing down Marc's chin, onto his shirt and down onto the floor. Rolf wasn't satisfied until almost the entire bar was disbursed into Marc's mouth.

Marc was crying hard. Soap was everywhere in the bathroom, most of it having come from Marc's mouth.

Rolf hauled him to his feet and handed him a glass of water. "Rinse" was all he said. Even through his tears, Marc grabbed the lass and started rinsing his mouth as best he could. He sputtered and foamed into the sink for what seemed like hours to him, with hardly any lessening of the soapy taste in his mouth.

Rolf cleaned himself up at the other sink. He was still completely furious with Marc, but reined back his temper. He felt bad for the roughness with which he started the soaping, but he wanted Marc to open, and open quickly for the soap. He gave Marc a few more minutes to try to clean the soap out. He knew Marc would be tasting it for a good long while, so he wanted him to be sure to get out as much as he could. When Marc went to refill the cup for the third time, Rolf stopped him.

"No. No more. Put the glass down. One more spit."

Marc sadly dumped the water out and spit as much as he could. He had quit crying, now there were just a few tears and hiccups left.

Rolf turned Marc towards him and wiped the face clean. Then he pulled Marc's shirt off, then the pants. Rolf pointed and said sternly "back to the chair young man."

Marc felt as though he were two, having been undressed by Rolf. He slowly walked to the chair, dressed only in his Scooby Doo boxer shorts. He sat in the chair, head hung staring at the ground, dry spitting, trying without success to dispose of Ivory.

"Enough of the spitting young man. You keep that up and we will go back in there and do it again."

Marc quickly stopped, once was more times than he cared to experience that.

"Marc Ryan that was for your vulgar lashing out today. I gather that will be the last time you ramble on in that fashion any time soon?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well then, let's move on. Why did you go over your limit?"

"I don't know."

Rolf glared at Marc, as he looked up briefly.

"Marc Ryan why did you go over your limit?"

Marc sat there in silence trying to come up with a reason that would spare his butt any. But he pondered too long. Rolf was not in a tolerating mood. Rolf unbuckled his belt and slid it out of his belt loops. He doubled it over and snapped it. The sound echoed through the room, it echoed through Marc's head. Rolf grabbed Marc's arm and stood him on his feet. He walked him over to the table, and turned him around, facing away from Rolf.

"Bend over the table and grab onto the other side."

"Rolf, please, I will-YEOW!"

Crack! Rolf slammed the belt down hard on Marc's ass. Marc screamed out as the belt seared across the lower part of his ass. He quickly rubbed furiously, trying to rub out the sting.

Rolf turned Marc to face him. "I will NOT tolerate your disobedience. Bend...over...the...table...NOW!" Rolf said that as sternly and slowly as he possibly could.

Marc could almost literally feel Rolf's glare cut through him. He knew this was going to be horrible, and there was nothing he could do or say to change Rolf's mind. And stalling was only getting him in deeper. His face fell, but he turned around and bent over the table, grabbing on for dear life. He heard the belt buckle clink, and his stomach twisted in fear. Rolf then yanked down his boxer shorts, baring his bottom.

Rolf placed his hand in the small of Marc's back and brought the belt up high, before bringing it ever so quickly down and across Marc's upturned and vulnerable bottom. It snapped loudly, followed quickly by Marc's wail of pain. Marc kept saying in his head "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" but could never voice it as he was crying too hard as Rolf continued cracking the belt down.

Rolf ripped into Marc with a total of twenty-five lashes. Marc was sobbing and breathing heavy. And this was only the beginning. Rolf helped Marc to his feet and led him over to the corner. Rolf was too tired to lecture any more. And at this point it wouldn't do any good. Rolf needed to cool off and calm down. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water, but that didn't cut it. He was hot, he was hoarse, as was Marc. He picked up the phone and did what he had to.

"Hi this is Rolf Monet in room 1564, I would like two iced teas with extra lemon please. Yes. Thank you."

Marc wasn't paying any attention to Rolf, all his thoughts were centered on his seared backside. He kept shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to lesson the pain, but nothing was helping.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. Marc jumped, then looked around in a blind panic, wanting to find some clothes.

Rolf glared at Marc and sternly said "Did I tell you to turn around?"

Marc was brought up short by that remark. "N..n..no. But-"

"Nose to the corner, NOW."

"Ro-"

Rolf pointed and barked "NOW!"

Marc miserably turned back around, knowing he had lost that battle, knowing he wasn't going to win it to begin with, but having to try nonetheless.

Rolf answered the door and found a young man of about 25 at the door.

"How are you doing this afternoon Sir?"

"I am parched. Please come in." Rolf said as he stepped aside and allowed the concierge to enter with his drinks.

"Thank you. I see that you had an order earlier today, I figured I wou-" The young man stopped midsentence as his eye caught Marc standing naked in the corner. "Oh...I can...I hadn't realized you were busy. I can..."

"Please, don't worry about it. There have been a few problems with that one over that, and I am bringing him down a peg or two." Rolf said, as Marc turned three shades of red.

"Indeed you are Sir. If you don't mind me commenting, I haven't seen handiwork like that...since my old man...well let's just say I am sure someone is VERY sorry for whatever he did."

Marc wanted desperately to just crawl in a hole and not be seen in this city again, ever.

"I am afraid that is just the beginning too."

Marc felt about three inches tall as he turned ANOTHER three shades of red.

"I see you have your hands full then, allow me to grab these and I will be right out of your way." The concierge said grabbing the few plates that Matthew hadn't put out on the cart that were leftovers from lunch.

"Thank you..Andrew.., you have a good afternoon." Rolf said as he handed the young man a very nice tip.

"No, thank YOU sir." The young man said as he exited the room.

Marc was miserable and angry all at the same time. He couldn't believe Rolf talked about him like that, in front of a total stranger! He was working on getting enough nerve up to turn away from the corner and give Rolf a piece of his mind when Rolf's hand landed on his shoulder, startling him.

"Marc, come on back to the chair. We've got more to discuss, and I've got a drink for you if you'd like."

Marc bit down on his smart alec reply, and walked back over to the chair. At least if he had something to drink he might be able to work out some of the soap taste still overpowering his taste buds.

Marc sprung to his feet as his belted bottom made contact with the hard wooden chair. Rolf walked behind Marc and firmly placed his hands on his shoulders, and guided him back to the seated position. Marc shifted uncomfortably, until Rolf gave him an icy glare. He handed Marc the tea. The sour lemon taste only made Marc's mouth pucker more. But he was hoarse and the cool beverage helped, but did nothing for that zesty Ivory taste. Rolf sat down on the bed again, looking right at Marc.

"Alright young man. I understand that you were frustrated. And I understand why you gambled in the first place. But what I don't understand is that when you lost, I don't know, twenty-five bucks, why you kept spending. You should have cut your losses and moved on. I brought you here to look after Matthew. That is the sort of crap I would expect him to pull, not you. Then to make matters worse, you got down right nasty. There is no excuse for that. I want answers now. Why did you continue spending money when you kept losing?"

"I thought I could win it back." Marc was finding the glass of tea the most interesting thing in the world to look at. He could hardly stand the icy glare that Rolf was giving him.

"That thought has bankrupted untold amounts of people, Marc. You can think that for a little bit, but you kept losing! Did it not occur to you to stop at $50? at $75? And if not then, why not at $100, your limit for the day?"

Marc's attitude tried to make an appearance. "It's my money!" He said, a little too loudly.

"Yes, it's your money. But we agreed before leaving that you had a $100 limit, didn't we? And if you raise your voice to me again, you'll be sorry." Rolf kept his voice even, knowing yelling was going to get him nowhere but more parched.

Marc swallowed hard. Rolf was relentless today, and Marc could think of nothing else to do. "Yes, we agreed on $100, but I changed my mind. I can do that, can't I?" He finished snidely.

Rolf decided the question and answer session wasn't getting Marc anywhere but deeper in trouble. So he stood up, took the glass from Marc and set it down. Then he began lecturing Marc, fast and furiously. He left Marc with NO doubts that his behavior was not anywhere near acceptable and would be punished fully.

Rolf went back over to the phone, and once again contacted the front desk.

"Hello, this is Mr. Monet again. There was a young gentleman up here a minute ago, I believe his name was Andrew...That's right...Yes the concierge...Would please send him back up to my room...No, no problems, just something I think he can help me with...Mhhhmm...Thank you."

Marc shifted uncomfortably as he listened to Rolf on the phone. Hundreds of images flashed in his mind, as he tried to figure out what Rolf was up to.

"Rolf, why did you c-"

"You will find out soon enough. For the time being I want you facing that wall again. And I do mean in SILENCE."

Marc slowly and reluctantly walked over to the corner. No sooner did Marc get situated, there was a knock at the door. He started to turn around again, but Rolf was looking for it.

"Marc." Was all he had to say, and Marc put his nose back to the wall.

Rolf went over and opened the door.

"Mr. Monet, what can I do for you? Was the tea not to your satisfaction?" Andrew asked.

"No Andrew, the tea was delicious. I have a favor to ask. You remember Marc over there?" Rolf said, nodding his head in Marc's direction.

"Yes sir, I do." Andrew said, mystified, but remaining calm on the exterior as his position usually demanded it.

Marc was again wanting to melt into the wallpaper.

"Well I forgot to pack something that is obviously needed on this trip. That's something I won't forget again, but I need a replacement today. A paddle. A good, solid, wooden paddle. Do you think you could lay your hands on one within the hour?"

Marc blanched as it registered what Rolf had asked for. He wanted to run, hide, and just get out from under the watchful eyes of the angry man and the total stranger. But he didn't want to be seen running, so he just stood still, fighting with everything he had not to burst into tears in front of Andrew.

Andrew remained straight faced as he said "No problem sir, I can be back within 30 minutes. Anything in particular you're looking for in size?"

"I just need a small round or square one, not too thick. I'm interested in sting more than pain."

"I'll be right back, sir." Andrew said as he left the room.

Rolf closed the door, and decided he was going to have Marc pay for it when Andrew returned.

Rolf placed $40 on the nightstand, directly to Marc's right.

"When Andrew returns, I expect you to give him payment, and thank him for his time."

"Oh Rolf, please don't make me do that. It is horrid enough for him to have seen what he has. Please, don't make me do that."

"Marc Ryan, you WILL do that. And you have made YOURSELF do that for acting so childish."

While waiting for Andrew to return, Rolf cooled off on the terrace. In less than fifteen minutes, there was a knock at the door. Rolf headed towards the door and opened.

"Ah Andrew, that was fast. Please come in."

"Thank you Mr. Monet."

Andrew entered, and stood in the center of the room. He pulled a paddle out of the bag he was carrying. It was small. About the size of a ping-pong paddle. But it was solid, maple maybe oak. About 1/2 an inch thick.

"I hope this is to your liking Mr. Monet." Andrew said, handing him the paddle.

Rolf gripped and took a few swings in the air. He weighed it in his hands, just like the old pro he was.

"Yes, I think this will definitely get the message across. What do we owe you for that?"

"Think of it as a souvenir."

"No we couldn't do that, I insist. How much?"

"Really Mr. Monet..."

"Andrew do you wish to be next?" Rolf said half joking.

Andrew smiled and handed Rolf the receipt.

"Marc, come here." Rolf said.

Marc slowly turned from the corner, his face almost as red as his ass. He walked over to Rolf, never making eye contact with Andrew. Rolf handed him the receipt.

"I believe this is yours." Rolf said.

Marc looked at the receipt, and walked back and got the money from the nightstand. He came back and handed the money to Andrew, never making any eye contact. He mumbled what was supposed to be a thank you. Rolf walked behind Marc and paddled his ass twice, once on each cheek.

"Is that how you thank people?" Rolf asked.

Marc rubbed his ass, his face now MORE red than his ass.

"Thank you, Andrew for finding this ample implement, that I so deserve."

"You're welcome, sir." Andrew turned to Rolf. "If you need anything else, you know where to reach me. I assume you have business to take care of, I'll leave you to it."

"Yes, thank you Andrew. We do have a lot of business to take care of, don't we Marc?......Marc?.......MARC! I said COME HERE!" Rolf had to yell to get Marc's attention.

Marc lifted his head up and turned away from the corner. Rolf had left him there for thirty LONG minutes. As soon as the belting had ended, Rolf had sat Marc back down and given him a brutal lecture, then put him in the corner for those thirty minutes, before he was to get a paddling. WHAT an ugly waking dream he'd just had! His mind had wandered as soon as he heard Rolf digging the paddle out of the luggage. Now he saw Rolf with his arms crossed, paddle in hand, ready to finish his punishment.

Rolf sat down on the edge of the bed, and motioned for Marc to come to him. Marc slowly made his way over to him. Rolf hauled Marc over his knee, and locked him into place. Rolf had said everything he wanted to, so he raised the paddle high, and brought it crashing down on Marc's already welted bottom. Marc lunged forward, at least to the best of his abilities, and yelled out. Rolf just held on tighter, and continued bringing the paddle down. He didn't spank at full force, but there was something in his technique that just got the perfect results. Rolf hadn't set any number of swats. He just paddled rhythmically until Marc's buns were thoroughly toasted, and he was crying like a baby. After about 5 minutes, Rolf stopped. He rubbed Marc's back as he cried over Rolf's knee. He pulled him onto the bed, and left him there to compose himself.

Marc continued crying for a short while. His backside was absolutely on fire, and he also felt bad for letting himself get so out of control. He usually prided himself on acting like an adult most days. This was not one of his better weekends, and Rolf had definitely shown him he wasn't the least bit interested in following the same path again.

After about 30 minutes, Rolf sat back down on the bed. "Marc, sit up please."

Marc tried, but he couldn't. Instead he got down on his knees on the floor and looked up at Rolf.

"I'm really disappointed in your behavior this weekend. You smelled the quick buck in gambling, and completely lost control. It is only Friday, and we have two more days here and I don't want you to spend the entire weekend in the hotel room. You will remain here alone tonight, as Matthew and I have plans to get dinner and see a show. I have ordered room service for you and it will be here within the hour. You may watch television, but no pay per view movies, or spending money on ANYTHING else tonight. And you are to be in bed with lights out at 9pm. Is that clear?"

Marc's eyes slipped downward, until Rolf picked his chin back up.

"Marc?"

"Yes, sir, it's clear." Marc whispered quietly, too ashamed to say anything more.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Marc jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Rolf went to the door and found Matthew outside.

"Hi Rolf, uh, is...I mean, are you...can..."

"Yes sweets business is taken care of, you can come in." Rolf said as he smiled at Matthew's nervousness.

Matthew observed the room, and gathered that things were very intense. But he said not a word.

"Matthew join me on the balcony for a moment?" Rolf asked.

Matthew followed him out. Rolf told Matthew his plans for the evening, and made it clear that Marc wouldn't be joining them tonight. While they were talking, Marc had come out of the bathroom. He was dressed in only a lightweight bathrobe. His eyes were still red, his nose still a bit runny, but he was presentable. Rolf and Matthew re-entered the room. It was close to dinnertime, and Rolf wanted to clean and freshen up before heading out for the evening. Marc laid down on the bed, on his stomach, as Matthew sat by his side. Matthew didn't know what to say. He knew how he felt when he had been in Marc's shoes, so he thought it was best not to speak. He just placed his hand on his friend's back and gave him a gentle rub. Letting Marc know that everything was alright.

Rolf took only about ten minutes to get freshened up, and Matthew was ready only after washing his hands.

"Marc, 9pm lights out, understood?" Rolf said before heading out.

"Yes, sir." Marc said quietly, upset that he was being left behind, but knowing had he been allowed to go, it would have only been tortuous trying to sit on his blistered butt. He still hated the thought of the two of them having fun while he was stuck in the room, and relegated to bed at 9, more like a third grader than the 22 years old he was, but there wasn't a _d_a_m_n_ed thing he could do about it. Even trying to be happy that tonight was the only night he was "grounded" was hard, even though he knew he should be VERY thankful that Rolf hadn't relegated him to the room for the entire weekend, as Rolf usually could care less when it came to punishment. If you screwed up and deserved it, he'd have no problem grounding you to a hotel room for an entire week of vacation.

Matthew gave his friend a quick wave and a lopsided grin, happy to be heading out for fun, upset because Marc couldn't join them.

Marc laid down on the bed, on his stomach, and watched some tv. But between the ache in his ass, and the disappointment of missing the comedy show, there just wasn't anything worthwhile on. It didn't take long before he was ready to settle in. Marc caught himself nodding off once, and hurried up and turned off the tv, as Rolf would kill him if he came in and even thought that Marc had disobeyed him. A couple hours later Marc heard Matthew and Rolf come in, quietly reflecting on their night. From what Marc could hear, they had a good time. Soon Rolf and Matthew settled in for the night as well.

The next morning Rolf awoke at 6:30, and quickly got ready for his first meeting of the day. He was only busy until noon, the conference finishing up then to allow the attendees to enjoy the rest of the weekend in the city. Rolf had one meeting on Sunday with a possible client, and other than that, he was set to enjoy the rest of the weekend. He was ready to head downstairs for breakfast at 7, waking up Matthew and Marc first.

"Come on my sleeping beauties, rise and shine!" Rolf said as he shook each boy awake.

Matthew wasn't yet ready to awaken, and rolled over and tried to stay under the covers. Marc on the other hand, was ready to get up, he'd gotten to bed pretty early. He went to sit up, and quickly stood up as his backside was still pretty sore. He looked ruefully up at Rolf, who tousled his hair before turning to get Matthew up.

"Come on sleepyhead, I need to talk to you a second before I go." Rolf said as he again tried to awaken Matthew.

"Talk, but leave me alooooone." Was Matthew's reply.

"Alright. I'm going downstairs to get a bit of breakfast, then heading out to the meeting. The conference ends at noon, so I should be back by one or so, as I'm sure there will be some discussions directly afterwards. If you can wait, I'd like to have lunch together, then we can head out and discover the secrets of Atlantic City together, sound good?"

Matthew mumbled "yeah." as he drifted back into slumber.

Rolf turned towards Marc. "I trust that we won't have a repeat of yesterday from you?"

"No, sir, no problems here." Marc said.

"I'm taking your wallet with me." Rolf started to say, before being interrupted by Marc.

"WHAT? I don-" Marc started in indignation.

"Young man, I am taking your wallet with me. I'm leaving your license and twenty dollars for this morning. Your wallet will remain with me the rest of the weekend. I trust I won't hear another word of complaint from you, as you are VERY lucky you're allowed out of this room at all. Do I make myself clear?"

Marc wanted to be furious, but realized that what Rolf said was true. He quietly answered "Yes, sir."

Rolf softened his voice. "If you can wake up Mr. Sleepyhead, go enjoy your morning. Walk the beaches if you want, but no swimming without me. I'll be back before you know it." Rolf tousled Marc's head again, kissed Matthew on the forehead and left.

Marc went to the bathroom and bought Matthew a few minutes while he cleaned up. When he was finished, he found Matthew snoring away. Marc spent enough time in the room, he wanted out, and NOW! He went over to Matthew and flung the covers off of him. And smacked him hard across his underwear clad ass. Matthew jumped fifty feet.

"Oh good you're up."

"What the f-, hel-...what are you doing?"

"Matthew I have been in this room since yesterday afternoon. I want OUT!"

"Sheesh, you don't have to hit me."

"I am sorry. But Rolf's schmoopy schmoopy didn't quite work. Now come on, come on. Go clean up and let's go. I need to see something other than this room."

"Want to go take a tour bus?" Matthew said with a wicked grin.

"Wise ass. No thank you. We will be walking."

Matthew smiled and headed into the bathroom. He was ready to go in 10 minutes. And out the door they went.

Marc and Matthew walked out into another sunlight blinding day. Marc was totally enjoying himself, the last time he was outside he was being dragged down the sidewalk towards that horrible spanking. He winced again as he thought about yesterday, and felt the pain left over today.

They walked the opposite way down the street, and found an open air arcade right on the beach. Marc really didn't want to play, but Matthew realized it was the money situation, and gratefully agreed to pay for whatever games they wanted, as he still had a lot of winnings from the day before. Rolf and Matthew had gambled some that night and Matthew hadn't been as lucky then. They played for an hour, only spending $40. They took off from there and walked towards a go cart track. Matthew said "Let's race. Bet you a $1 I can beat you!"

"Fruitcake, if I can't ride a tour bus, you REALLY think I can ride in one of those things?" Marc asked incredulously.

Matthew realized the problem, and felt bad for asking. He knew what it was like to forgo a few things because of a sore backside. But he hated that he couldn't enjoy himself to what he thought was his fullest, because of Marc and/or Rolf. "Will you watch as I race a time or two?"

"Sure, no problem. I'll have fun watching you." Marc said, not wanting Matthew to miss the fun.

Marc grabbed a bagel, as he was starving, and leaned against the fence and watched his little buddy go. Matthew really sucked at it, but as bad as he was, there were some that were worse off. Marc got a kick out of seeing him finish 9 out of 11. Matthew glared as he saw his friend grinning at his miserable feat. Marc just patted him on the back and said, "At least you weren't last, fruitcake."

"Like you could do so much better."

Marc handed Matthew a soda.

"Maybe I could, maybe I couldn't. We won't find out this weekend. Come on let's go play on the beach. You can build me a sand castle, while I ogle over the lifeguards."

"I see your sore ass hasn't doused the raging hormones." Matthew said sipping away on his cold beverage.

"What can I say. I am not looking for a long term commitment, just a hand job in the sea."

Matthew spit out the mouthful, not believing what he just heard. Marc just laughed and gave him a playful swat on the ass.

"Race ya." Marc said as he took off towards the beach entrance.

Matthew tried, but couldn't keep up with Marc. He still had his soda, and was trying not to spill it. They made it onto the sand and stopped to enjoy the view for a couple of minutes.

The beach was crowded with people of all shapes, sizes, and looks. Marc and Matthew both did a bit of people watching. Then Matthew became entranced with the waves as they rolled in upon the sand. There was a rock outcropping in the middle of the beach, and the waves crashed upon that, sending spray high into the air. He wandered in that direction, while Marc just kept staring at the people.

Matthew went over to the rocks, and watched as the water pooled around in the back of the rocks, then was somewhat swept away as the waves receded. He was getting a slight mist as the waves crashed on the front of the rocks. Temptation was too great, and Matthew went to climb up on the rock. As soon as he stepped into the area that kept getting wet, water rushed in and soaked both feet. Matthew went to climb on the rock, and instead fell into the puddle. He jumped up, spitting like a wet cat, furious that he was now wet.

"Smooth move ex-lax," Marc yelled as he saw the drenched Matthew.

"It's NOT funny. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, we can either walk ALL the way back to the hotel...or we could make this worth your while and go for a dip..."

"Marc do you LIKE that burning feeling in your ass? Rolf said no swimming! He wo-"

"Yes but if we don't beat him home, what does it look like you were doing?"

"I would just tell him the truth."

"Yeah, why were you on the rock in the first place?"

"I.....er.....uh......_d_a_m_n_it! Why do you have to be so _d_a_m_n_ed logical?" Matthew fumed, as no excuse came easily to him.

"Let's just go swimming for a little bit, head back towards the hotel, then quick get changed before Rolf gets back? Think that will work?"

"I'm already soaked head to toe. What are you going to do? Jump in fully dressed?" Matthew asked, eyeing Marc up and down.

"Do you think I am stupid? These shorts pass as swim trunks, geez I certainly couldn't wear anything constricting." Marc said as he kicked off his sandals and pulled off his shirt. "Let's go!"

The two ran off into the waves. The splashed about for no more than five minutes. Suddenly Matthew howled out in agony.

"Matty what is it?" Marc said, as Matthew's shriek scared Marc half to death.

Matthew couldn't answer, he just clenched onto his foot, and howled. The lifeguard heard the shrieks as well and came over.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"I don't know, all of a sudden he just shrieked, and began clenching his foot."

"Okay, here let's get him out of the water and exam his foot."

Marc and the lifeguard carried Matthew out of the water. Marc still didn't know what happened, but the lifeguard knew immediately.

"It looks like your friend got stung by a jellyfish, but good."

Matthew sat on the sand, in agony. At least he could now see his foot was still attached to his leg, when it was under water he wasn't even sure.

"I need to get some meat tenderizer to help draw out the stinging proteins. I'll be right back." The lifeguard quickly walked back to his chair to retrieve his medical supplies.

Marc sat down in the sand next to Matthew and held his hand. "It will be alright in just a second. Hang on."

Matthew gratefully squeezed Marc's hand, waiting for the lifeguard to return. He hadn't experienced pain like this before.

The lifeguard quickly made a paste of saline and meat tenderizer, and pasted that on Matthew's foot. Matthew immediately settled down as the sting left his foot.

"How is that? And are you feeling fine otherwise?"

"Much better. It still hurts, but not agonizingly so, like before. Other than my foot hurting, I'm fine. Why?"

"It may swell a bit, and it will ache some for a few days. But the worst is over, especially since we got the tenderizer on so quickly. Since it got both the top and bottom of your foot, I'd recommend that you stay off of it as much as possible, at least for today. Ice will help some. If any additional redness appears, or you begin to feel at all sick, you should head straight to the emergency room, as you may be having an allergic reaction." The lifeguard turned towards Marc. "Think you can help your friend off the beach?"

"Of course, thanks for your help." Marc said as he winked at the cute lifeguard, who smiled back.

Matthew observed the mild flirting, and wanted the attention back on him.

"Yes thank you, bye bye."

Marc helped Matthew to his feet, and clutched onto his side, very tightly. Matthew moaned, and smiled as he knew he had that coming.

"Come on gimpy let's get you to the room."

"Not funny."

The two got off the beach, when something dawned on them. Something very serious.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_ Marc, what are we gonna tell Rolf?"

"Somehow I don't think he would buy a jellyfish stinging you on the boardwalk."

"DUH!"

"Sorry. What can we tell him? I had my fill of Ivory yesterday, there is no way, NO WAY, that I could lie to him."

"Oh yes, I believe you....NOT. You may have had your fill of Ivory yesterday, but you CAN'T tell me you're ready to confess to disobeying Rolf again, and suffer ANOTHER spanking! Or lockdown for the weekend!"

Marc stopped walking, mulling over what Matthew said. He was right. If Marc went to confess to swimming, his still very sore backside would be immediately inflamed again, and he probably WOULDN'T see another minute of Atlantic City. But every time he tried to picture himself lying to Rolf, he realized it would just make it worse, if that were even possible. He ended up just shaking his head and muttering "I don't know Matty, I don't know."

Matthew was thinking....hard. "How about I tell him I climbed the rock. I fell off, into the water, and got stung then. You just helped me out of the water. That way, neither one of us was swimming. And maybe instead of getting into trouble for 'swimming' he'll take pity on my sore foot, and the rest of the weekend won't be a washout. And if you don't say anything, then you're not lying. Will that work?" Matthew tried to put pressure on his foot, and fell to the ground, thankfully on wood and not concrete. "_s_h_i_t_!" He said, landing hard.

"See Matty, you are being struck down for your bad thoughts. It won't work, Rolf will find out, he always finds out. You can do as you wish, but I can't back that up. I just can't. I would rather face Rolf in good standings, instead of with those icy blues!"

Marc helped Matthew back to his feet(or foot), and continued on their way. Matthew knew Marc was right. But he couldn't confess. Matthew was NEVER willing to accept ANY sort of punishment. Especially a spanking, which he would surely face.

It took a good thirty minutes to walk back to the hotel. It hadn't been all that far, but the going was slow, with Matthew not wanting to use his foot, it was starting to ache pretty good, and walking in wet shoes wasn't helping anything. They made it back by noon, on the dot. Marc helped Matthew up to the room.

"I'm showering first before I can't get up again" Matthew said, as he hobbled to the bathroom. He wanted to make sure that it didn't look like they went swimming, if he could get ready before Rolf returned.

Marc stripped off his wet stuff, grabbed the bathrobe and again laid on his stomach to watch tv, hoping that Matthew hurried it up. He needed to shower as well.

Just then, Matthew came hobbling out of the bathroom, dressed only in a towel.

"Maaarrrccc, my foot is killing meeeee."

"So my ass is throbbing, what's your point?" Marc said as he smiled.

"Stop it. I am serious. It really hurts. I don't think I could even get a shoe on."

Matthew and Marc were so engrossed in their conversation, they hadn't heard the door open.

"Well, getting stung by a jellyfish can do that to you."

"Matthew got stung by a jellyfish?" Rolf said concerned.

Both boys jumped as they heard his voice.

"Matthew?"

"I....er.....uh...my foot." Matthew trailed off miserably.

"Let me see." Rolf said, approaching the bed where the boys were.

Marc jumped up, interested in keeping his backside out of harm's reach. Matthew sat down on the bed and raised his foot up.

Rolf looked at Matthew's foot carefully. "Did you get medical help?"

"Yes, a lifeguard put goo on it."

Marc chimed in, trying to be helpful. "It was meat tenderizer, gets rid of the sting."

"What did he say?"

Matthew answered. "It would be sore, but I should be okay. If I feel sick, or it swells too much, to go to the hospital. But I'm fine really. It just hurts." Matthew wanted to make sure Rolf didn't think they needed to go to the hospital, that was one place he was sure he didn't want to be.

"So. Who wants to tell me how a jellyfish got into the pool, and why you, (looking at Matthew), decided to jump in with all your clothes on. I'm positive that neither one of you would choose to disobey my request that you stay out of the ocean, especially you. (looking at Marc.)

Marc looked over at Matthew, then Matthew began to speak.

Well Rolf it wasn't in the pool."

"I sort of guessed that. Go on."

"Marc and I had walked the boardwalk and stuff, then opted to walk on the beach. There were some large rocks there, I climbed on one to get a better view of the sea, and slipped. I was soaked. We figured that you would never buy that story, and if we were gonna go down, we might as well have fun. I wasn't in there any more than a minute before I was stung."

"Well you are right, I would NEVER have bought that story, not after the recent rash of behavior. But I also don't believe that you were gonna own up to swimming had you not gotten stung. Is that an accurate assumption?"

Matthew's eyes hit the floor. Rolf knew him too well. "Yes, sir." Matthew said meekly.

"I hate that you were stung, I know that's got to hurt, but I'm glad that it at least kept you from lying to me. I asked you not to go into the ocean without me for just this reason. Something happening, and I'm not there to help. You're lucky there was a lifeguard there at the time. What would you have done if he hadn't helped?"

Matthew squirmed a bit on the bed, not coming up with anything to counter that argument. "I don't know." He finally muttered.

"Matthew, one of these days I wish you'd learn to just listen to me when I speak, NOT just when I do my speaking across your backside. It would simplify life, AND be a lot less painful." Rolf looked from Matthew to Marc.

Marc wanted to bolt from the room, but that same fear froze his legs in one place. He withered inside, that blue ice glare of Rolf's chilling him to the bone.

"I will speak with you in just a moment. For now, nose to the corner." Rolf said, pointing to the corner that Marc had come to hate from yesterday.

Marc walked slowly, dragging his feet, over to the designated corner. He leaned his head against the cool wall, wondering if he had seen the last of Atlantic City. He heard the bed creak as Rolf sat down, and heard him say those stomach dropping words, "Come here Matthew."

Rolf removed Matthew's towel before guiding him across his lap. Rolf wasted no time. He immediately began with a barrage of smacks. Marc listened from the corner, wincing with each skin on skin contact. Rolf must have been hitting extra hard because Matthew was groaning and whining in no time. Rolf wanted to get his point across, but didn't want to have to stand Matthew up, not on his bad foot. He scanned the area looking for something to use. On the bed were Matthew’s flip-flops. Rolf picked one up.

"Noooooooooo, please Rolf don't," Matthew screeched.

Marc's mind was swirling wondering what Rolf had picked up. Then he heard the first smack, and somehow knew. Matthew howled out in pain. That sucker hurt more than he thought.

Rolf swatted Matthew hard with that flip-flop, quickly bringing Matthew to tears.

Matthew was amazed how much that shoe hurt, and he was trying everything he could to kick himself off of Rolf's lap but Rolf had a good, tight hold on him. All Matthew could do was wiggle, kick and cry, none of which kept Rolf from hitting the designated target over and over again. Matthew knew Marc was in the corner listening to everything, and he tried valiantly not to make such a big scene, but Rolf wasn't the least bit interested in how much noise Matthew was making, only that the bottom across his lap turned the correct shade of red, telling him his message should be getting through. Matthew was crying hard, interspersed with louder groans as the flip-flop connected to his already hot and toasted backside.

Finally the shoe stopped falling. Matthew buried his face in the bed, trying to control his sobbing, wishing someone would set the fire alarm off so the sprinklers might turn on and cool his flaming backside.

Marc's stomach started twisting again as he realized his time was getting much too close for comfort.

Rolf waited a couple minutes for Matthew to get a hold of himself, then gently brought him to his feet, and helped him hobble over to the other bed. "Lay down, face to the wall." Matthew fell into bed, grabbing the extra pillow to his chest, miserable. He knew Marc was probably up next, and he really didn't want to hear Marc's spanking, he knew it would be bad as Marc wasn't healed at all from yesterday.

Marc was thinking the same thing. Ouch. No. Please no. Really. He had cold chills running up and down his spine, waiting in absolute misery for those words he was sure were to be spoken soon. Too soon.

"Marc Ryan, come here." Rolf said sternly from the bed.

There they were. Marc's stomach was left on the floor in the corner. He walked over to the bed and Rolf as slowly as he could, but the distance seemed to close at lightening speed. He got close to Rolf, but stayed just out of arm's reach.

"Young man, I thought after your lesson from yesterday I'd have no more trouble out of you. What possessed you to disobey me yet again?"

Marc looked at the carpet, not wanting to see Rolf's eyes. He didn't have an answer that was the bad thing. He wilted under Rolf's gaze, shifting his weight from foot to foot, getting increasingly anxious as Rolf let the silence lengthen, broken only by the sobs and hiccups of Matthew in the other bed. Marc realized Rolf wasn't going to answer his own question. "I don't know." he finally said quietly.

"You don't know?!? What do you mean you don't know? I did you a huge favor by giving you the freedom to go out today. You had one thing, ONE THING, that was off limits. And what do you do? You do the one thing forbidden. So is that all you have to say?"

Marc remained silent, burning a hole into the floor with his gaze. Rolf just shook his head. "Marc get me the hairbrush, NOW!"

Marc's eyes widened and his butt immediately twitched. But what could he do? He slowly made his way into the bathroom and brought out the brush. He handed it to Rolf, who opened up Marc's robe and slid it to the floor. He pulled down Marc's purple biking briefs, and guided him over his knee. Marc's butt still had a few remnants of the belting from yesterday, but no serious visual marks. Rolf had nothing left to say, at least nothing he hadn't said at some point on this trip. He raised the brush up and pummeled it down 6 times in rapid succession, 3 times to each cheek. Marc immediately howled and kicked, as his bottom was still sore and tender. But Rolf just repositioned Marc so his legs couldn't flail about, and continued to barrage. It wasn't long before Marc's ass was crimson red, and he was crying a river. At that point, Rolf put the brush down, and Marc thought the torment was over. But then Rolf started laying in with his hand. Slow, hard smacks, a lot of which were placed to Marc's upper thighs and sit spot. Rolf made sure he covered every inch, he wanted to be sure Marc was left with a lasting reminder. After a few more minutes, he stopped. Since he had allowed Matthew to lay down, he did the same for Marc. He laid him down on the bed, and told him to face the wall in silence until otherwise informed.

Rolf was now twice as hot and sweaty as he was upon returning from his meeting. Rolf disrobed and headed for a long cool shower.

Matthew had stopped crying, but was still occasionally taking a quick breath, not yet back to normal.

Marc was still crying. He tried to rub his injured flesh, but it hurt too much. He felt as if his butt was three times the normal size, and hot enough to fry eggs. He hadn't been spanked so hard twice in two days in a long, long while. He wondered if he was going to be confined to the room the rest of the weekend, and cried more thinking of that.

Rolf enjoyed his long shower and stepped out refreshed and no longer furious at the boys. He dried off, then got dressed, giving the boys time to recover. He then ordered room service which was delivered 20 minutes later.

Matthew had fallen asleep, but Marc had been unable to. "Guys, lunch is here. Matthew, wake up, time to eat. Marc, come on."

Matthew woke up groggy and went to sit up, forgetting his butt was still hot and sore. He jumped up off the bed and fell to his knees also forgetting his foot still hurt.

Marc was able to crack a smile at the clumsiness of Matthew.

Rolf went over and helped Matthew to walk over to the table and take a seat.

Matthew grimaced mightily, but managed to sit in the cushioned chair without too much pain.

Marc wasn't sitting. He stood and ate his lunch, and Rolf gratefully didn't say anything to him about it.

When they were done eating, Rolf set the tray outside and confronted the boys. "It looks like I can't leave you guys alone, at least for the rest of this weekend. I've delivered three more spankings than I intended this weekend, and they'll stop today. Matthew, how does your foot feel?"

"It hurts, but I can get along alright I think." Matthew wasn't about to tell Rolf about having to stay off of it, he didn't want to sit in the hotel room for the rest of the day.

"I'm certain of one of two things. Either the lifeguard warned you to stay off the foot, and if he didn't then I'm sure that *I* want you to stay off that foot."

"But Ro-"

"Quiet Matthew. I wasn't finished. You are NOT walking all over this city that is completely OUT of the question. But I don't want you to be stuck in the room all day either. We can get a wheelchair or find some crutches. I don't want to hear one complaint about that. It's either of those, or stay here in bed."

"I guess if you can find crutches, I DON'T want a wheelchair." Matthew wasn't happy with that, but it did beat the alternative.

Rolf turned to Marc. "Come here."

Marc walked slowly over to Rolf, certain he wasn't going to be happy with whatever Rolf said.

Rolf took Marc's chin in his hand. "You my boy, have lived on the edge of disaster all weekend. Vacations are few and far between. I don't know why, but I'm giving you one last chance to leave the room. One thing I want to make perfectly clear. You even look cross eyed at me once, and so help me you'll regret it, and you WILL be locked in the room, with a paid babysitter if I must. Is there anything, anything at ALL about that that you don't understand?"

Marc knew Rolf was serious. And thanks to the still burning reminder Rolf left him with, he was more than ready to cooperate. "No sir. It's crystal clear."

"Then go get your faces washed, and get dressed. Let's go enjoy the rest of today inside somewhere, then tomorrow we'll hit the beach until the plane leaves."

They took off and enjoyed several of the casinos in the general area. Marc still didn't have his wallet, but Rolf let him have twenty dollars, and thanks to a little good luck, Marc was able to play with that for the rest of the day. They saw a show and had a fabulous dinner that night. The next morning, Matthew's foot was feeling slightly better, and he was able to hobble around a bit better on his own. And Marc was able to sit without wanting to scream. They enjoyed the beach, and survived an uneventful plane trip home.

~The End~

Copyright Rolf and Gayspankee 2010