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Chris was always the first awake, waking up before the alarm even went off. Usually he couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up than waking up in bed with both of his Subs laying on top of him. This morning however, Lucas had his knee in his bladder, somehow Adam’s fist was lodged right in his spine, and he was desperate for a piss. He normally didn’t like waking Lucas up before his alarm went off, Lucas was always a little cranky first thing in the morning, especially when he had early college classes, but he needed him off him. Both of his arms were pinned quite effectively, but as he needed to wake both men up, he wasn’t trying to be careful about moving.
Lucas whined as he was pulled from sleep, clutching tighter at whichever of his Doms he was sprawled over, gripping at him harder. “Too early,” he fussed.
Chris only didn’t swat Lucas for the whine directly into his ear because the little Brat was still pinning down his arm and was now apparently trying harder to keep his arm pinned. “Lucas,” he growled warningly.
Lucas completely ignored his Dom’s warning and pressed harder against his arm, clinging to it and gripping tighter to Chris, pressing his knee in harder to increase his hold. “No, it’s too early,” he whined again, louder this time.
Lucas’ knee grinding harder into his bladder had Chris reacting. He yanked his arms out from under both of his Subs and rolled Lucas onto his front, pinning him there with a hand on his lower back, landing a powerful swat to his naked ass. “Do not whine, boy,” he scolded.
Lucas yelped in surprise when he suddenly found himself face down on his front. He let out a dramatic squeal at the swat and kicked his legs in protest, “ow! Chriiiiiis! That hurt!”
“Boy, I am about to make it hurt a whole heck of a lot more if you don’t settle down and quit whining,” Chris warned. He landed another just as hard swat on Lucas’ other cheek, waiting to see what his Brat was going to do.
“How about some morning snuggles with Daddy until your alarm goes off?” Adam offered. Normally he wouldn’t intervene between Chris and Lucas when Lucas poked Chris enough to earn himself a trip over their Dom’s lap. Lucas could and definitely would test the patience of a saint, and well Adam quite enjoyed watching Chris spank their Brat. Right now however, Chris, for whatever reason, was in a mood and Lucas’ ability to read the room and know when not to push had yet to be unlocked – if it ever would be – so Adam was willing to risk a little of Chris’ ire to save Lucas more trouble than he was bargaining for.
Chris looked at Adam sharply, then down at his still kicking and squirming, whining Brat. “What’ll it be, Lucas? Cuddles with Daddy, or do I need to put some real heat in your backside so you’re squirming all morning?” He questioned. He let his hand settle warningly on the pink handprint he’d left on Lucas’ right cheek.
“Cuddles! Want cuddles with Daddy!” Lucas insisted. He did try to settle down and stop kicking, just wriggling on his front and kicking his feet into the bed.
Chris closed his eyes at the whiny tone and landed two more hard swats to Lucas’ sit spots before removing his hand from Lucas’ back so his Brat could get up. “I’m going to shower, you better knock this crap off real quick, boy. Unless you do want to be unable to sit for all your classes today,” he warned. He climbed over Lucas to get off the bed and just about managed not to storm into the bathroom.
Adam reached over and tugged Lucas into his arms. “Oh Trouble, come here you,” he sighed. He snuggled Lucas in close and kissed the top of his head. “Come on now, don’t get all pouty, you know not to whine at Chris, you know it doesn’t end well with him,” he reminded.
“But Daaaaaddy, Chris was mean to me,” Lucas protested. His hand reached back to rub at where Chris had swatted.
Adam caught Lucas’ hand before he could rub his bottom. “Ah, no, Lucas. Chris was not being mean. You know better than to whine at him and ignore him like you did. Now you have a choice, you can settle down and enjoy some relaxed morning cuddles, or you can keep up this fussing and go over my knee, if you need this naughty little bottom warmed up,” he offered.
Lucas shook his head stubbornly. “Daddy no! I don’t need a spanking! Chris was being mean and now you’re being mean! It’s not fair, it’s too early, it’s…” he protested.
Whatever else it was, Adam didn’t give Lucas a chance to say. “Okay, I hear you,” he interrupted. Keeping one arm clasped around Lucas, Adam pushed himself up, so he was sitting against the headboard – pulling Lucas up with him. Before Lucas could gather his bearings enough to even try to resist, he tugged him down across his lap. “You want this naughty little bottom heated up for you; that’s just fine sweetheart. I’ll see to it you’ve got a nice sore little backside for your morning math class,” he assured him. His hand came down firmly on the wriggling cheeks over his lap, Chris’ handprints standing out starkly and giving him a good color to aim for.
Lucas let out a squeal of protest, “Daaaaaaddy! Noooooo! Stoooooop!” He kicked his legs against the bed and wriggled for all he was worth.
Adam brought his hand down a little harder. “Lucas, right now it’s only going to be my hand warming this naughty bottom of yours, but if you feel you need more to settle down I can very easily reach into our bedside table and get out any of our implements in there and really tan your little hide. Is that what you want? Do you want to feel the ruler or your little paddle against this naughty bottom? You just tell me what you need and how long you want me to make sitting uncomfortable for today,” he stated firmly. His hand didn’t stop falling the entire time, working to blend the handprints Chris had given Lucas into a nice uniform red all over his rear end.
Lucas stiffened at the threat of the ruler or the little paddle, neither were the worst things he could feel against his bottom, but neither were ‘fun’ to feel either. The ruler probably hurt more, and left his bottom feeling horribly stripped, the little paddle stung like nothing on earth though, it was light surface sting only, but it never failed to reduce him to tears very quickly. He shook his head and tried to settle down a little, but it was hard with Adam’s hand coming down on his bottom over and over again. He couldn’t help drumming his feet against the bed or squirming as Adam’s hand lit a fire in his ass.
Although it was truly barely noticeable, Adam indeed saw Lucas settle down, or rather try to, and rewarded him by tugging him closer and concentrating a flurry of fiercely stinging swats to his sit spots. “Alright sweetheart, you can squirm around as much as you need to and kick those little legs, just keep it reasonable. Unless you want to fetch me the hairbrush,” he allowed. “You look absolutely adorable wriggling over my lap, unable to stay still whilst I roast this gorgeous little ass for you, get it nice and toasty red, just so you’re squirming all through math huh?” He teased.
Lucas’ face blushed red. “Daaaaaaddy,” he whined.
Adam chuckled and shook his head, “you can whine at me all you want sweetheart, I’m still going to tan your naughty little bottom good and proper for you. You need a nice, hot, red, sore little bottom, and nice little cry over my lap to settle you down. Now your thighs are looking all too pale, so let’s get them nice and red to match.” He started bringing his hand down on the backs of Lucas’, so far, untouched thighs.
Lucas let out a cry of pain and dropped his face to the mattress, drumming his feet hard against it as he gripped handfuls of the bed covers. Tears welled up in his eyes at the fierce, burning sting. “Okay, okay, Daddy I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no one was being mean, you can stop now,” he pleaded.
“I’m glad you’re sorry sweetheart, and you can admit that no one was being mean. However we’re definitely not done yet, this is just your warm up. This won’t keep you squirming through the whole of your math class. Don’t worry, Trouble, I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Adam assured him.
Lucas’ eyes widened and he shook his head in denial, “Daddy, no, please! I’m sorry.”
Despite Lucas’ protests, Adam could see the way his shoulder’s relaxed slightly and a little more of the tension bled out of him. He wasn’t sure why Lucas was as out of sorts as he was, there was something going on with his Brat, but Lucas was being extremely tight lipped about it, only saying it wasn’t his story to tell. He and Chris were both concerned, but as all of Lucas’ fussing was mild and he hadn’t done anything really foolish yet, they were giving him the benefit of the doubt for now. Lucas was being loyal to a friend and unless that friend was in danger Adam and Chris would just have to help Lucas destress and settle the way that worked best for him, though a hot, sore, red bottom. With Lucas’ rear end now a uniform color he started bringing his hand down harder on his warmed up behind, harder and faster, now he just had to spank his boy to tears to get him the release he needed.
Lucas definitely felt it when Adam started spanking harder and faster and it caused a shift in him, something inside releasing as he surrendered to the spanking. He kicked his legs and squirmed and let Adam know, in no uncertain terms, that he was killing him, yelling and crying and fussing, but as the tears spilled down his cheeks every stress and worry seemed to bleed out of him with each blistering swat.
Adam kept bringing his hand down all over Lucas’ bottom, sit spots, and the backs of his thighs, painting his target a good, strong, even red. He didn’t speak any further, letting his hand do the talking now, even as Lucas yelled and cried, and begged and pleaded; Adam ignored his noisy Brat’s protests. Lucas didn’t do anything quietly, or stoically, and neither Adam nor Chris would ever expect him to, corner time or time outs were the only time they expected quiet from Lucas; even then, Adam knew he tended to let Lucas get away with more noise in the corner or time out than Chris did.
Lucas was soon crying hard, lying over Adam’s lap and just crying as his mind went blissfully quiet and all he could think about, and feel, was the fire Adam was lighting in his ass.
Adam slowed and softened his swats when Lucas was not quite completely boneless over his lap, but definitely relaxed and calm, even as he cried hard. Lucas hadn’t been all that naughty, he had just needed a sore, hot, red bottom and good cry to settle him down. “Good boy, that’s it, cry it out sweetheart, good boy, Daddy’s good boy,” he encouraged. He kept delivering swats, slower and softer each time until he was basically just patting Lucas’ bottom as his Sub cried. He rubbed his hand over Lucas’ well heated cheeks, “feel better now sweetheart? Now Daddy’s made this little bottom all toasty warm, stingy and sore? Think you can be our good boy now and come up for some cuddles?”
Lucas would never admit that he did feel better, well not to his Doms anyway, they’d use it as an excuse to spank him more after all, but he did want cuddles now. “Want cuddles,” he hiccupped.
Adam chuckled and grinned, knowing Lucas was choosing not to confirm that he did feel better. He helped Lucas up onto his knees then tugged him forward, turning him, so he could cuddle him in on his lap.
Lucas let out a cry of protest as his roasted ass met Adam’s thighs, and he squirmed trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. “Daddy, it hurts,” he pouted.
Adam shook his head, amused, and tightened his arms around his incorrigible Brat. He bounced him deliberately on his lap. “I bet it does sweetheart. That’s rather the point.”
Lucas looked up at Adam, pouting even further. “Ugh you’re the worst,” he complained. There was no heat in his complaint this time as he burrowed himself in close to his Dom.
Adam smirked and dropped a kiss to the top of Lucas’ messy mop of blond waves. “Aww you’re so hard done by aren’t you sweetheart?” He teased. The adorable pouty glare he got from his Sub for that made Adam throw his head back laughing. “Careful Trouble, your face will stay like that,” he quipped.
Lucas gave a dramatic huff and flopped back against Adam’s chest.
Adam snuggled Lucas in, holding him close to his chest, content to stay cuddling in until Lucas’ alarm went off. The urge to ask Lucas again what was wrong was on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself. Lucas would either just tell them what was bothering him eventually, or he’d act up in such a way that they’d know they needed to force him to talk. He hoped they’d be able to avoid that; Lucas could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted to, and Adam had a feeling that stubbornness would come out with a vengeance if they did try and force this issue.
Lucas melted into Adam the burn in his backside keeping his mind firmly off everything else other than his Dom and his Dom’s arms around him.
Adam smiled contentedly down at Lucas, briefly tilting his chin up to press his lips to his Sub’s lips, giving him a soft kiss. When the alarm went off he was almost as reluctant as Lucas to end the cuddles. “Come on Trouble, time to get dressed,” he urged. He slid his hands down to Lucas’ hips to lift him up to his feet.
Lucas gripped a little tighter to Adam. “Five more minutes,” he whined.
“You can have five more minutes over my lap with your little paddle, since it seems your Daddy’s hand hasn’t been enough to curb the whining,” Chris offered as he came out of the bathroom. Even standing wet from his shower with a towel wrapped low around his hips, with his arms folded over his chest Chris knew he cut an intimidating figure. He levelled his Brat a look that dared him to test him right now, Lucas was poking and prodding just carefully enough to only invite small corrections, but it was building up, and Chris was about ready to thoroughly wear his boy out.
Adam swiftly lifted Lucas and set him on his feet. “Go on, get dressed, show Chris my hand was definitely enough,” he encouraged. He propelled Lucas towards their walk in closet with a hard smack to his reddened ass. Apparently he was going to have to run interference between Lucas and Chris this morning, not that Chris would be in any way unfair to Lucas, but right before having to go college was not the best time for Lucas to end up getting really worn out, unless he absolutely needed it.
Lucas yelped at the hard swat and looked back and forth between his Doms before stomping off into the closet.
Chris strode over to Lucas and captured his shoulder, spinning him and landing his own hard swats to his admittedly well warmed backside. Not that their Brat couldn’t take more or worse, but this should have been more than enough to settle him down. “Don’t think I won’t wear your ass out, boy. No matter how thoroughly your Daddy has warmed you,” he warned seriously. He landed one more swat, right to the center of Lucas’ bottom, the hardest swat yet. He turned Lucas to face him, pulling him in close, “now do you think you can behave yourself for the rest of the morning? Or do you need a good long trip over my knee? If you are late to college because I’ve had to thoroughly wear that naughty backside out, the second you walk in through our door you’ll be right back over my knee again for being late.”
Lucas yelped and tried to dance out of Chris’ grip, but it was like trying to escape a steel vice and impossible. Chris seemed to easily bat away his hands as he tried to cover his ass to stop the swats, the final one making him cry out and sending tears spilling down his cheeks once more. He looked up at Chris and gave a miserable nod. “I’ll be good, Sir,” he sniffled. He wanted to protest that it would be unfair for him to get spanked for being late when Chris was the one who would have made him late, but he knew that would just get him more swats.
Chris wasn’t moved by the puppy dog eyes Lucas was giving him. “Those puppy dog eyes might work on your Daddy, but they’ll do you no good with me Brat. Last warning, behave and stop pushing or you’ll be over my lap so fast it’ll make your head spin,” he stated. Then he tugged Lucas into his arms because his boy was upset, unsettled, and Chris knew the swats he’d given had hurt.
Lucas melted into Chris’ arms and hugged into him tightly burying his face in his shoulder and allowing himself to cry just a little.
Chris rubbed his hand up and down Lucas’ back, letting him have his little cry, swatting his hand away when it snuck back to try and rub some of the sting out. “Ah, if you didn’t want your ass to sting then you wouldn’t have been naughty,” he pointed out. “Now, do you think you can get yourself dressed without throwing a strop about it, or do you need to fetch your little paddle?” He asked.
Lucas shook his head rapidly. “No little paddle. I won’t throw a strop anymore,” he promised.
Chris nodded and gave Lucas a tight squeeze before popping two fingers under his chin and tilting his face up to look at him. “You are on thin ice, boy. Try not to let it crack under you,” he advised. He ducked his head slightly and pressed his lips to Lucas’ in a warm loving kiss. When Lucas started to melt into the kiss he pulled back and propelled him into the closet with another swat. “Get dressed,” he ordered.
Lucas couldn’t help but pout at Chris abruptly ending the kiss and had to fight not to rub his ass but finally did as he was told without the attitude.
All three men got themselves dressed together, moving around each other with comfort and familiarity.
Adam snagged Lucas’ arm as he went to dart out of the room and handed him his hairbrush. “Brush,” he ordered motioning to the extremely messy bedhead Lucas was still sporting.
Lucas rolled his eyes but a glance at Chris had him tugging the brush through his hair.
Breakfast was usually a fun affair, but Adam was having to play interference between Chris and Lucas, who had several times now nearly ended up going over Chris’ lap. Adam had no idea what had changed between Lucas getting dressed and now, but clearly something on his phone was upsetting him – as he kept looking at it – and the urge to demand Lucas just tell them was getting stronger. It was all just small minor things, not exactly whining, but a whining tone, pouting unnecessarily, fussing, nothing either of them would usually punish for individually, but all together it just seemed like Lucas needed a little bit of over the lap time. Since he’d already gone over Adam’s lap however, and that hadn’t seemed to settle him for very long at all, he almost seemed to be pushing for more, even though he also clearly wasn’t.
“I’m going for a walk,” Chris declared. Adam wasn’t wrong to be playing interference, which was why he was letting him do it. Whilst Lucas could probably do with a thorough wearing out, he really hadn’t earned it, and Lucas wasn’t even fully pushing buttons just nudging them. It was all small stuff Chris could usually just ignore, maybe giving a few semi-serious growls, and threats, but mostly stuff that if needed to be addressed, it would be Adam dealing with it. However since Adam already had dealt with it, that usually meant if Lucas did keep pushing he’d be over Chris’ lap, and although he was in some ways pushing, it wasn’t the kind of pushing that usually meant Lucas needed to go over his lap too. Chris couldn’t let the blatant skirting of the rules go, but he also didn’t think Lucas truly needed him to wear him out. He needed to leave now before he genuinely could not ignore Lucas’ nudging or allow any more of Adam’s interference and hauled them both over his knee.
As soon as Chris left Adam grabbed Lucas and bent him over the kitchen counter, pulling down his sweats and boxer-briefs and refreshening the fire he’d put in his Brat’s backside. “I do not know what is going on with you Lucas, but enough is enough. You don’t want to tell us what’s bothering you and got you all in a tizzy, then that’s fine, but you are going absolutely the right way to get your ass very, very thoroughly tanned. You either need to settle down, or tell us what is going on,” he scolded as he spanked. “You have been just shy of testing and pushing Chris all morning and if you don’t cut it out real fast, I will really blister your naughty little behind,” he declared. He concentrated his swats on Lucas’ sit spots and upper thighs, making sure Lucas would really feel it in his math class this morning.
Lucas yelped as he was bent over the counter. “Aaaaah Daaaaaddy, wait!” He protested. Tears welled up in his eyes as his earlier spanking was rapidly refreshed and the fresh swats burnt anew. He couldn’t help stamping his feet on the floor as the tears quickly spilled down his cheeks.
“Oh no naughty boy, you are extremely lucky not to be getting this naughty little bottom torn up by Chris right now. You were certainly doing your best to push him into doing it, if this attitude keeps up after college, not only will I really wear your naughty bottom out, but if you keep pushing after that, he will too, no matter how light the nudging is. Do you understand me?” Adam warned seriously.
Lucas nodded as he cried, “y-yes Daddy I-I’m sorry.” It was on the tip of his tongue, to tell them why he was so worried, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell them because Em made him promise, but if he didn’t hear from her soon, he was going to have to break his promise. He hated the idea of breaking his promise, you weren’t supposed to break promises, and he’d promised never to tell anyone what Em had told him.
Adam stopped, the fact that Lucas was already crying and the miserable apology was just further proof that Chris was right to go out for a walk. Lucas did not need his sternness right now, although he was certainly pushing for it. He rubbed Lucas’ back, “will you please tell me what’s going on sweetheart? You know Daddy only wants to help.”
Lucas could only shake his head, “c-can’t Daddy, I can’t. S’not my stuff to tell.”
Adam sighed, it was the same answer he and Chris had gotten every time they’d asked. “Alright, up you get, come and get a cuddle now,” he urged. He tugged Lucas’ boxer-briefs and sweat pants back up before helping him to stand and pulling his boy into his arms. He carded his fingers through his Brat’s hair and just held him as he cried into him. “You don’t have to tell us, not yet, but you do need to deal with whatever is going on better. Can you at least promise me that?” He requested softly.
Lucas threw himself at Adam, clutching at him tightly and crying into him. He nodded, he’d already decided if he didn’t see or hear from Em today he was going to have to tell Adam and Chris.
Adam dropped a kiss to the top of Lucas’ head. “Good boy, that’s our good boy,” he praised. “I mean it though sweetheart, you keep this up and it won’t be just my hand you’ll feel next time. I’ll be picking something very unpleasant to really roast that naughty little bottom of yours, wear that naughty little bottom out,” he stated firmly.
Lucas pressed his face harder into Adam’s chest and let out a soft whine.
“If you don’t want it, you know it’s very easy to avoid, you just have to be our good boy and stop all this silliness or tell us what has you all out of sorts. I won’t force you to tell us what is going on if you choose not to, but you know all choices have consequences sweetheart, and continuing your silence and continuing to act out means this naughty bottom faces those consequences. Personally I would opt for telling us, so we can see what we can do to help you, but, for now, it’s your choice whether you do that or not,” Adam pointed out. It was nothing Lucas didn’t already know, but sometimes their little Brat needed reminding. He tightened his arms around Lucas, tucking his head briefly under his chin before releasing him. “Alright then Trouble, time to go to college. You don’t want to be late,” he coaxed.
Lucas gave Adam a pleading look, “Daddy, can’t I skip at least Math?” His hands went to his burning backside and rubbed, Adam didn’t usually mind it much when he rubbed, Chris was the strict one about that.
Adam raised an eyebrow, “you can, but only if you do want that trip over Chris’ knee, and the second one when you get home for being late.”
Lucas gave a dramatic groan. “You’re the worst,” he complained.
Adam chuckled, “good, that means I’m doing my job. Go on, you know the consequences for being late.”
Lucas sighed, resigned and grabbed his bag, muttering about wretched, evil, horrible, cruel Doms.
Adam laughed and pulled Lucas into his arms. “Have a good day, enjoy your math class,” he grinned. He drew Lucas in for a tender kiss. “I know I’m going to have a good day, thinking of you squirming in your seat all morning,” he teased. He whirled Lucas around and sent him on his way with a hard swat, laughing at the indignant squawk he got for his efforts.
Lucas hurried out of the house before he ended up getting more swats, rubbing his ass; even as the stinging, burning, ache kept all the loud and stressful thoughts out of his head.
Adam watched Lucas go, making sure he would actually go to college, which he was sure Lucas would, that wasn’t a punishment Lucas wanted a repeat of anytime soon. He tidied up the kitchen, thinking; he couldn’t do much for whatever was bothering Lucas right now, but Chris also seemed like he could use some stress relief, and he could do something about that.