Cafe Crossplay : Julian and Tempo The Interview

[Passionate Shadow]

: Julian: Looking prim and polished, Julian opened the cafe's back doors at am sharp. It would be a half hour before any of the other workers came in and another hour before the front door was open to customers. A certain newbie was to meet him there for training, bright and early, set to arrive any minute now... that was, if he valued his new job... Ollie had taken the previous evening to tell

: Julian: Tempo what was expected of him when he showed up. He was to come freshly showered, with clean hair and impeccably clean finger and toenails, no makeup, and easily removed clothing. He didn't say much else in preparation, since Julian trained everyone a bit differently. So for now, he waited, patiently resting against his wide, tall desk, ankles idly crossed, slacks and dress shirt neatly : Julian: pressed, tie loosened a bit casually, his glass-framed eyes gliding over the clipboard in his right hand...

: Tempo: Thankfully the previous evening Tempo stayed over and got his things in order. The previous day he had gotten a few special things set up in advanced. He was wearing soft cotton, black leggings in a petal pusher fashion revealing his nicely sculpted calves. Black slip on flats protected his clean feet. he even chose to wear small skin colored peds to keep his feet in pristine condition. He wore a fitted white tank top that was dusted with silver glittering bits in the design and a rather nice leather motorcycle jacket in brown. It was a woman's cut and very fashionable looking more like collage girl fashion with a feminine appear with an edgy touch. A black sued Greek fisherman's caps was placed atop Tempo's head sporting a decorative jewel on a the matching black strap in a fair roseate color to compliment his eyes. Tempo's hair which the previous evening had been combed out over five thousands strokes was braided this morning to keep the wind from messing up such perfection that was strenuously worked for. After trying the front door and finding the front door locked Tempo stepped back eyeing up the structure gently. He sighed as he pursed his lips together long ears twitching. He walked around the building carefully until he found the back door. He tried it and found this one to be open. He pulled the strap of his messenger style bag a bit tighter as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He walked about curiously and made his way to Julian's office finding the door open he knocked gently rasping at the door frame standing outside the office door. "Good morning." he greet in a feather light tone. : Julian: "Come in." A masculine voice called, with just a touch of sweetness. Though he often loathed training periods, for some reason, that morning, he had a bit of a spring in his step, not typically dragging his feet through the excersizes, as per usual. Lifting his eyes from the clipboard, a small smile graced the edge of his lips, ever so subtly twisting his features into a pleasant, relaxed

: Julian: appearance. "Good morning, Tempo. I see you've taken your time getting here." He motioned toward the wall clock, which showed only four minutes past eight. "Lets not make a habit of that, shall we?" Rising from his desk, the tall, slender male began to slowly circle his new pupil, eyes hungrily raking over his small frame, but for what precisely, one couldn't be sure...
: Tempo: "The front doors were locked..." Tempo managed out gently and he moved to open his bag and simply placed a frilly decorative packaged on Julian's Desk. "That's for you by the way." Tempo chimed in offering a smile as he closed his bag watching Julian with a curious gaze. The pushed the little decorative bag with a Kitten sleeping on it back from the edge of the desk as if to ensure it wouldn't fall. "Did you lose something?" Tempo asked directing his attention downwards and turning where he stood.
: Julian: "I hope you realize, I'll not be bribed into favoritism, Tempo..." Julian began, keeping his tone cool and conversational, despite it's somewhat harsh implications. "If that gift is an attempt to win my attention, you're sadly barking up the wrong tree, little newbie." And still on he circled, only pausing to pick up one of Tempo's hands, examining his nails. "No, no. I haven't lost a
: Julian: thing." He released that hand, and took hold of Tempo's chin, seemingly unblinkingly locking eyes with the boy, in a brazenly intimate way. As if he were peering directly into his soul... In reality, he was simply pondering which style of makeup would suit his eye shape, and color pallet. Session Time: Mon Jan ::

: Tempo: Tempo blinked watching Him carefully and his ears flicked at those words. "I'm sorry if you don't like your present... I don't really know your tastes as well as Oliver's." he offered just before he was moved to be looked at. His lengthy ears twitched and he moved his hands to the front of his goring. He did however offered a meek smile looking up to Julian. He was feeling mixed feeling with such actions and such words. However Tempo was trying to stay 'nice' and 'polite' rather than to reply with a usual snarky, or snide remark. Now wasn't a good time to be snappy and Tempo understood that. It was rare he would act so subservient to someone in such a degree. Tempo did however steal himself a very nice to gander in to those beautiful icy eyes. they were simply break taking as for the moment Tempo seemed to for get to breath whilst locked in such a gaze. He could feel his body wanting to blush in reaction but he swallowed trying to put such a heated feeling back . He slipped out the very tip of his tongue to lick his own lips as a small distraction. After all it wasn't normal to be blushing willy nilly over pretty boys-especially when they were your boss.
: Julian: "Hm... That will do." Julian mumbled to himself, with a little nod. Yes. Pinks and browns would suit Tempo's skin tone well. He was pale like the mouse, and with those red eyes of his, the flush of his cheeks would even out nicely. Some mascara would lengthen those already thick eyelashes as well, and his lips, though already quite plump, could use a bit of dewy gloss to bring out his
: Julian: the ethereal qualities in his soft features. "I am not sure whether or not I like your gift, my silly little minx, I haven't laid eyes on it just yet." Julian quipped, circling around to the back, and again, as brazen as if Tempo were his own little doll to be examined and dressed up, he pulled up the back of his shirt, to gaze at his legging-clad backside more clearly, even slipping a : Julian: hand into the waistband and tugging them up a bit, to better judge the shape of his rounded bottom. Not only that, he wanted to see if the boy had the sense to pick his underwear correctly. many would show through the thin material~. Not classy.

: Tempo: He raised an eyebrow and his ears twitched up at those words. Tempo straightened right up as Julian went prodding around and offered a small sound as his Leggings were tugged up and he felt a shill run up his spine. Fortunately Tempo had picked out dark yet very light silken undergarments that were reinforced in select areas with a bit of stretchy material build it. They were much to the effect of supper mini shorts but the hugged each curve nicely and left the outward appearance to be seamless . They were pretty thick leggings as well. It seemed someone wasn't fond of showing off skin all that much. "Ummm... Julian...?" Tempo asked wondering just what the man was doing. He felt a little out of place and confused. He certainly didn't know what to expect and was feeling a bit lost. "Is there ummm.... Anything I can do?" He asked ears fainting.
: * Julian gave that small tush a little appreciative pat, as he let go of the back of Tempo's shirt. "Oh no. You're fine just as you are." taking up his clipboard once more, Julian pulled a mechanical pencil from behind his pointed ear, and clicked the end twice, ticking off two boxes, before tucking it right back into it's place. "Now then. We'll begin your training today, and with any
: * Julian luck, you'll be out on the floor before the week is out. I warn you though, not many get through this training without a few tears shed, nor their dignity completely in-tact." Julian believed he owed it to his applicants to tell them just what they were in for. He didn't want any misunderstandings. "Is this alright with you?"
: Tempo: Tempo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at those words and felt a bit of excitement rise in him. He nodded as a playful smirk slipped it's way on to his lips. So Julian thought Tempo was just a daintily little push over who cried for breaking a nail? Well he'd certainly show him just who he was. "Perfect; Try me." Tempo said as a bit of confidence slipped in to that ever so gentle tone of voice.
: * Julian just smirked in return, and ticked off another box. "Splendid." He purred, crossing the room to the large row of cabinets he kept on one side. They took up the entire wall, some cubbards big, others small, drawers lining the bottom two rows. Pulling open two large doors, a wide array of colorful gowns were revealed, and these were only the ones in Tempo's size, that he kept
: * Julian directly on-hand. Imagine his entire collection~. Tugging free a wine colored dress with a multi-layered skirt, which poofed dramatically from the slim waist line, a pair of silk thigh-high stockings, with matching bows on the top, and a pair of black, lace-printed panties, he set them all on the desk, slipping what appeared to be a small remote control into his left pocket. "Strip." He
: * Julian ordered simply, unblinkingly, and painfully bluntly.
: Tempo: Tempo couldn't help but allow his gaze to follow Julian. He took a breath and sighed seeing such a collection of rather pretty things. He was a bit apprehensive about such things. That what girls were supposed to were. He narrowed his eyes on the one dress Julian picked out. At least he had goose taste in colors. Tempo though eyeing over the bit of clothing. He was at war with self truthfully He knew it was inevitable that he would have to wear such clothing and though he struggled with the thoughts since last seeing Julian he wasn't quite entirely ready to do it perfectly willingly. However he would have to simply get over himself for the time being. He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath as he pulled his bag off setting it to the side gently. He turned away from Julian as he bent all the way over almost playfully giving Julian a nice view of his 'assets' as he slipped his shoes off with showed elegance. He straightened and glanced back over his shoulder easing his jacket off those slim shoulders and setting it upon a chair, next off came the cap. Tempo crossed his slim arm over his hips and took a hold of his shirt's edge he pulled the tank top up and shook his head gently once the tank came off. He pulled the tie from his hair and started to up braid the carefully woven strands. "Would you like me to remove everything?" He asked gently whilst he busied his hands still facing away from Julian.

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: Julian: : Tempo: Tempo couldn't help but allow his gaze to follow Julian. He took a breath and sighed seeing such a collection of rather pretty things. He was a bit apprehensive about such things. That what girls were supposed to were. He narrowed his eyes on the one dress Julian picked out. At least he had goose taste in colors. Tempo though eyeing over the bit of clothing. He was at : Julian: war with self

: Julian: : Tempo: truthfully He knew it was inevitable that he would have to wear such clothing and though he struggled with the thoughts since last seeing Julian he wasn't quite entirely ready to do it perfectly willingly. However he would have to simply get over himself for the time being. He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath as he pulled his bag off setting it to the side : Julian: gently. He turned

: Julian: : Tempo: away from Julian as he bent all the way over almost playfully giving Julian a nice view of his 'assets' as he slipped his shoes off with showed elegance. He straightened and glanced back over his shoulder easing his jacket off those slim shoulders and setting it upon a chair, next off came the cap. Tempo crossed his slim arm over his hips and took a hold of his shirt's : Julian: edge he pulled

: Julian: : Tempo: the tank top up and shook his head gently once the tank came off. He pulled the tie from his hair and started to up braid the carefully woven strands. "Would you like me to remove everything?" He asked gently whilst he busied : Julian: "Every last scrap, my little fawn." Julian purred, reclining on the edge of his desk, fingers tapping at it's polished wood surface idly, as if this were quite an ordinary occurance. Deep down though, his heart was beating just a little faster, and he had the urge to bite his lower lip, while that lithe frame shimmied out of the garments that blocked it from common sight. "I shall plan
: Julian: your wardrobe from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes."

: Tempo: "I see. . ."Tempo breathed tensely. He shivered feeling a watchful gaze on him. He was most certainly not well acquainted with Julian nor the feeling of baring it all before another. Never the less Tempo moved with purpose as he eased out of those lace peds folding them together and setting then in to his shoes. He glanced back as he set the very finger tips upon that soft hem of his pants. A light essence of being painfully distraught masked by a false expression of a partial smile Tempo peeked back over his should looking to his visual examination-er. His ears lowered themselves several degrees slowly and he felt his face heating up as he turned away and slowly slipped those Leggings downwards peeling them off like a second layer of skin exposing his pale un marred skin. He set his leggings aside on the chair being sure to take proper care of flipping them back the right way before folding them. Next Tempo apprehensively slipped his nimble fingers in toe the black short like undergarment and he paused with a sense of hesitation. He licked his lips and swallowed not daring to chance another glance towards the red headed beauty whom was now watching him in such a menial task. Tempo set one hand behind him as he bent this time bending his knees as he slipped out of the article of clothing. he stood back up with one hand covering that section of his pert little rear until he stood straight being very careful to keep his hands in front. Tempo set those short shorts aside with one hands and moved a hand across his chest it seemed and after some situating with his other hand He paused and gently turned back about to look at Julian. He had one arm covering his pink nipples from site and the other hand was covering his unmentionables keeping them just out of view to keep what little modest he was left with whilst he stood there. It was by now a heavy blush had accumulated on his face and the other parts of his body where blush seemed fond of glowing started to show like the tips of his ears, the tips of his fingers were all pink. He gave an unsure almost, ashamed look to Julian finding himself speechless and un able to make words for the moment.
: Julian: For a few moments, Julian sat and stared, his breath light, and silent. One could scarcely tell he was breathing at all, were it not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, under that neatly ironed shirt of his. it was painfully quiet there, as Tempo undressed, the man not making comment on the pale expanse of beauty before his eyes, which lingered far too long on the rounded points : Julian: of his hips, and the flat stomach, small navel, and then the pert pinkened nipples that were so quickly covered up. How like a girl he was, Julian thought, with all that modesty, and delicate nature... and yet, for all his daintyness, there was still something sturdy and unflappable behind those ruby orbs. inner strength, surrounded by a vulnerable waif-like figure, the sort that begged
: Julian: to be toyed with and tested... something about that was oh so appealing to him. "Very good." He said sweetly, with just a touch of cold professionalism. "Now then." Julian began, picking up a pair of lace-trimmed maroon panties, made of fine silk, designed to hug the body's curves. "I can't imagine you're terribly comfortable like that. Lets get you made up, shall we?" And he just stuck

: Julian: his fingers inside the fabric, holding it out, as he would for someone not accustomed to dressing themselves, looking at Tempo expectantly....
: Tempo: Tempo's ear twitched and perked at the slightest sound rising from the elder and he allowed his gaze to meet those sheer blue eyes as he spoke. With a shaky step or two he stood before Julian. He paused looking down at those lacy bits of cloth and for a moment took a heavy breath and sighed gently trying to ease all the tension that was build exponentially in his little chest. Heart thumping with just how nervous he was. Tempo decided it certain was better to be wearing /something rather than /nothing/ so he squirmed to get one foot up and stepped in to those dark red under things. One leg at a time being laced in to the popper place. He didn't make a move to removed his hands from where they were either. Not did he think much of the idea that he could shoo Julian out while he dressed himself. None of those options crossed his little mind at the time being. Tempo was far too flustered and caught up in embarrassment to question such methods.
: Julian: Julian simply gave a small chuckle as the boy's hands stayed right in place, and lifted the fabric over his fingertips. "Shyness suits you, little one. It's very cute, but I'll need you to cooperate, so we can get you dressed, hm?" Taking gentle hold of those slender hands, he pulled them from the soft fabric, and set them at Tempo's sides. "There we are. Truly, you have nothing to be
: Julian: ashamed of, Tempo. You have a beautiful body." Setting a hand on the dragonkin's back, he guided the slim youth forward a step or two, before picking up each silk stocking, topped with a bow. Sitting down in the chair they had been occupying, he lifted Tempo's foot into his lap, and slid the nearly translucent fabric over his shapely leg, right upto the thigh, snapping them into place. : Julian: He took his time, and didn't spare the flustered boy a caress or two, on the way there... he found the pale skin delightfully smooth, and lightly scented, though he couldn't discern if it was soap, perfume, or simply a natural scent.

: Tempo: Tempo was a bit easier to move once those under things were in place. He allowed Julian to dress each leg even offering help by lifting them up and supporting their weight with careful grace. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to what Julian said but he heard it always best to respond to a compliment with a note of gratitude. "Thank you... You're too kind." Tempo mused as he crossed his arms over his chest more so to keep his little pink buds hidden. He just about flinched with some of the more sensitive touches Julian gave and straightened up feeling a shiver run up his spine. His skin even reacted as small goose bumps started to appear here and there. Tempo was however feeling more and more comfortable by the second with each added bit of clothing. His pent up held breath released and he breathed with more ease once both stocking were on. "Why is it.... your trainees cry?" Tempo asked curiously finding his thoughts started up from their sluggish state. Those wheels were turning once again as the stunned soft of daze was starting to ebb away.
: Julian: "You're entirely welcome, darling." Julian replied, focusing on the opposite leg, pulling the silken fabric into place, and smoothing out any wrinkles, running his fingertips lightly from Tempo's heel to the top of his thigh. "Because, many of them are quite emotional, and it's a very draining exercise, both physically and mentally." He replied as honestly as possible. "In addition, : Julian: corrections tend to be made in a rather... unpleasant manner." Julian couldn't help but grin as he said this. "If you are opposed to corperal punishment, my little doll, this may not be the place for you..."

: Tempo: Tempo twitched and pulled his leg a little away once Julian nears the back of his knee where his nerves tended to get a little jerky. Tempo's heart fell and his ears lowered gently. "Corporal..?" he asked softly his voice trailing off as if a bit lost on that word. "What do you mean?" Tempo asked as curiosity slipped in to his tone and he started to pay attention a bit closer now to what Julian was actually getting at. "And what /sort/ of exercise are e doing so to speak?" he asked. All of Julian's light 'hinting' was starting to get to tempo. The curiosity was driving him up a wall.

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: Julian: "Corporal punishment, My dear..." Julian began, easing Tempo's dainty foot onto the floor, and standing himself, fetching the dress that waited for them. "Is simply a pleasant way to say, 'I will spank your naughty little bottom red, if you don't do as you're told." And with a short pause, he continued, "Arms up, darling, and you won't have to hide those little nubs any longer." He said
: Julian: shamelessly, clearly having no problem pointing out Tempo's modesty issues, but not condemning them. "As for the exercises, it wouldn't be quite as effective if I layed them out for you, now would it?"
: Tempo: The little lavender haired boy felt his heart sink and his blood run cold as that sort of subject was laid out on the table. He felt himself blushing uncontrollably and thusly he looked away. Just the thought of something like that with Julian was enough to tied the poor boy's stomach in to knots. He wouldn't really do that- would he? Tempo huffed and nearly squirmed as he offered some more words. and he slipped his arms up wards a bit cautiously. His little pointed ears flicking about like radars moving with all sorts of his mixed feelings. "T-that's how children are chastised though isn't it?" He asked feeling all sorts of strange as a little scene of him being a bit too snippy with Julian would lead to something like /that/. "W-wound't that be a little... demeaning?" He asked as he cooperated for Julian.
: Julian: "If one chooses to act like a disobedient child, why shouldn't they be treated as one, hm?" Julian purred, slipping the lace-trimmed garment over Tempo's head, feeding his arms through the sleeves, which puffed a bit. Once he pulled it completely into place, Tempo would see it rested between his mid-thigh, and his kneecaps. Not an indecent length by any means, but it likely showed a good : Julian: deal more leg than he was accustomed to, and it was so fluffed up by the petticoat under it, that it seemed not only overwhelmingly feminine, but a touch childish. "It most certainly is humbling, little one. Lets hope you don't find yourself in need of a lesson... The very point of it is, after all, that you want to avoid it."

: Tempo: Tempo huffed and wriggled within the dress feeling rather uncomfortable to its foreign feel. He started to tug at the edges of the skirt as if attempting to tug it down. It certainly was breeze however as he found out taking just a quarter of a step. He was feeling much more like himself now however now that he was in the very least covered. up. So a bit of his usual mannerisms slipped in. "And should the time ever come where you are the one in need of chastisement?" Tempo inquired gently as he started to toy at the sleeves seeing if he could make them feel more natural.
: Julian: "I believe that everyone is, at some point or another." Julian replied easily, taking up Tempo's hands, and ever so gently, almost insultingly softly, slapped the backs of them. "Don't play with your dress, sweetling, it's not a toy." He added in passing, before getting back to the main topic. "But you see, the beauty of this arrangement is... That I, as the boss, give the orders. I
: Julian: don't receive them." In his head, he added 'except when Xearon crashes in'. But Tempo didn't need to know that just yet. Plucking up a matching red bow, he tucked it right on the top of Tempo's head, off to one side a bit, and pinned it into place. "There. I won't begin with makeup today, as it'll likely be ruined." He said with a small smirk. "So I believe we're ready to begin. Last
: Julian: chance to back out, Tempo."
: Tempo: Tempo narrowed his eyes at the slap and huffed his ears twitching up. He flinched as Julian topped him off with a bow standing there without shoe sin a frilly dress. He fluffed his hair almost self ocntiously as he looked himself over doing a little spin. He was starting to try and really think about what his role was and what sort of Job he was playing. Would he talk to a girl that looked like him? Yes yes he would. He thought to himself considering his guise well enough. "He blinked and paused out of his looking himself over and looked to Julian. A smile slipped it's way on to his lips and he giggled coving that small grin before he stepped up and took up on of Julian's hands in both of his. He half his hand tenderly almost lovingly so and caressed the side of his face, rubbing his cheek against the back of Julian's hand as he purred out in a sweet inquisitive tone "Julian~?" A two syllable giggle followed. Once Tempo had the acknowledgement he pulled back slightly and mockingly slapped the back of his hand. "Don't play with me; I'm not a toy." It seemed his spunk and confidence from earlier had returned.
: Julian: A mild look of surprise passed his features as Tempo showed him that sweet affection, turning his hand to stroke at the youngling's cheek ever so gently with his thumb... only to frown slightly as his hand was slapped similarly. Oddly enough, afterward, his grin returned, wider than before. Ah. So he was a cheeky little thing, was he? Well, this would be fun... Gripping Tempo's slender
: Julian: wrists, he brought them together, to hold in one hand in front of the boy. "You know, it's not polite to tell fibs, my mischevious little imp." brought those hands over Tempo's head, easing the boy up onto his toes a bit, before swatting him just once, rather sharply, on his backside. Despite the protective padding the dress had given him, it was still fairly stinging. Julian had one : Julian: heck of a swing. "You're my plaything as long as you work here. That should be understood as soon as you can manage." He kept hold of those wrists and waited, his dominant side enjoying how small the boy seemed beside his height...

: Tempo: Tempo seemed to let Julian do as he liked but grew a bit curious as he was stretched up on to his toes. He made a small sound much more out of surprise than anything as he was swatted. "-~!" He was about to say something but he stopped himself taking note that Julian meant business to a degree but it appeared as though he was 'playing' with Tempo. Tempo squirmed and lightly tried to pull his hands back as he struggled to stay on the very balls of his feet giving Julian a mixed expression. It was a bit pouty but nothing that denoted annoyance or anger quite yet. Tempo contemplated this little game before him like a game of chess. He was going to play with Julian right back all right but he couldn't be too obvious about it now could he? "I'm sorry Julian. . ." He trailed gently. "I'll listen to you-Is there anything I can do to make it up to you or to prove my willingness?" Tempo asked fluttering those long lashes as he spoke offering him and more subtle expression - one looking to please.
: Julian: Considering that expression, Julian took what he knew of Tempo so far... What his little mousey friend had said, and how he'd acted throughout the whole interview process... Delivering two more crisp smacks, he held Tempo there a bit longer, simply because he could, enjoying the way he fidgeted and squirmed ever so sweetly in his grasp. "What I want from you, my dear little doll, is
: Julian: obedience. Now how do I know you'll listen as soon as I let you down, hm? You were so very cooperative in naught but your scanties... Perhaps your lessons should happen in just those sweet little frillies~? Or maybe..." he used his free hand to lift the end of Tempo's dress, and it's ruffles up in the back, holding them away with his forearm. "I should just take those away, too..." At
: Julian: the moment, he was all talk, but Tempo wouldn't know it by his tone, and from the way Julian was toying with the elastic of those panties, he seemed entirely eager to be rid of them...
: Tempo: Tempo yipped as the first one once against and hopped up on to the very tips of his toes moving his hands to take a hold of Julian's wrist- the one attached to his hand holing both of Tempo's wrists. He put a deal of his weight on to that waist at first before he steadied himself. At first Tempo huffed a pout and brought one foot up as he shook his head sending lavender lock tussled about his shoulders. "That's not very good incentive to listen to you." Tempo stated. "And this is no way to treat someone either." He huffed. It seemed the threat to do something Tempo didn't like made him more susceptible to want to defy Julian. "Now if you don't release my wrists I'm liable to show what sort of child I can be." Tempo threatened.
: Julian: "I see... It seems my little doll has become quite anxious to order me about. How very presumtuous of him." Tucking the end of Tempo's dress into the sash around it's waist, and out of the way, he pulled back his hand and delivered another of those skin-tingling smacks. This time, without the cushion of fabric, it lingered, the heat and sting settling on the surface of his skin for some
: Julian: time before it faded away. And it seemed just as it faded, another came to meet it. "Do you truly believe you should be making demands in such a position? Are you silly enough to believe I'll take your little attitude and reward you, Tempo?" He chuckled at the very idea.
: Tempo: Tempi yipped and didn't at all like what Julian had done to the back of the dress. He tugged against Julian's hold a bit more. "If anyone here is acting like a child it's you- and a spoiled one at that!" Tempo all but growled. "No manners or value in what you have at all! I'm suppressed You haven't broken all your toy being so carelessly rough with them." Tempo huffed and pulled against Julian a bit more pressing his heels in to the floor as he tried to keep to his side where he was holding him on. "I /thought/ you were a high class gentleman but I guess you've proved me wrong haven't you? You're nothing but an over grown /child/ and spoiled brat." He snapped. "And I am /not/ your toy. Nor am I your pet, or a doll. I will not be cadged by anyone or anything anymore. If you want my respect then you better dam well learn the meaning of it first /little/ mister." Tempo still tugged against Julian's hands once again as if attempting to pull free. "Let. Me. Go." He was getting awfully close to kicking him in the shin or something of that nature. : Julian: "My, what a chatty little imp you are." Julian observed mildly, keeping up his patter of swats, turning those pale cheeks pink in no time at all, not overly harsh, but not pattycake either. "Oh, but I would learn to hold my tongue if I were you, my feisty bratling, lest it land you in a place you won't much enjoy." He had certainly heard worse in his time training new employees, but it

: Julian: still stung just a bit. "But my dear, if you truly believe I am being rough with you, you've no idea what rough truly means." And with that, he pulled that expert palm back even further, crashing it against Tempo's poor scantily-clad backside, adding an extra flick of his wrist, to make it impact all the better. This was above and beyond the little 'tempo-sized' smacks he'd been giving : Julian: the boy before. "Surely you underestimate how much your little body can take. You see... you haven't broken, now have you?"

: Tempo: Tempo s jaw just about draped and he tense right up before going rather lucid in Julian's grasp he was panting and jut about on the verge of tear when he dug his teeth in to his tongue. "I ... take that back... You're not a child... You're a heartless monster." Tempo managed through a tight voice. "Go ahead hit me some more- prove my point further. " He coaxed through shaky words. Truthfully Tempo was already all kinds of upset under the surface. He sniffled and looked up blinking before stamping a foot down as if to defiantly help himself bring forth what vigor he needed to keep from crying. He was more so upset because Julian was being 'mean' over to what Tempo thought was nothing but playful jesting. It was like Julian was a whole new person to him so suddenly.
: Julian: "Hit you, my dear? Oh Tempo, if you believe hitting you and spanking you are the same thing, you have alot to learn about this lifestyle..." Julian said in a sighing breath. No wonder the little thing was becoming so worked up. "Do you honestly believe you should get away with speaking to your new boss that way? That you should be allowed to act up, and receive any punishment lesser than
: Julian: any other under my orders would? Please, say the word, and I'll consider your opinion..." Julian knew enough about Tempo now to know he was nothing if not prideful. He wouldn't want special treatment, particularly, if it made things easier on him.
: Tempo: "This isn't a child's punishment; this is cruel and unusual." He huffed quite indignantly. Tempo pulled against him and bent his knees. There wasn't much else Tempo could do. "Let me go- please... I don't like what you're doing to me it's not kind... " Tempo squeaked. He wanted to ask what in the seven hells Julian thought would make Tempo /want/ to listen to him after all this but he didn't really feel like getting hit too many more times. He just wanted to be released at this point.
: Julian: "My dear, you didn't answer my question... please do." He continued waiting, not laying one little hand on Tempo until he answered. He didn't want to give the boy the opprotunity to imagine himself unfairly oppressed. "Do you believe your punishment should be lesser than your peers?"
: Tempo: Tempo shifted his gaze downwards and was quiet for several long moments. "N... no..." He whispered. "But I don't think I deserve a punishment for what I said." Tempo said shifting to look up at Julian with those large roseate colored orbs as his ears sank and pinned themselves back. "I wasn't bad- you simply have misjudged me." He offered. Oh yes Tempo certainly did feel un justly 'punished' but he didn't want to start up with the more aggressive words. He just wanted to get on with what they were doing before Julian decided to toy with him. And Tempo felt like that's exactly what Julian was doing. He was playing with him. "Don't you know how to play nice?" He asked offering a few squeaking like sounds much akin to the sound baby animals made when sad or upset.
: Julian: "Your punishment for your little playful game, my dear, was a simple two or three swats, over your dress. Hardly anything to get worked up about. Very playful within itself." He explained, delivering a few more mild smacks to that pinkened backside as he continued. He didn't want Tempo to think he was the one that decided when this would stop and start. "However... the more you mouthed
: Julian: off, the worse it got for you. You would be wise to consider that in the future." Normally, he would have given Tempo a bit of pardon when his mouthyness came into play, but this was training. It's very purpose was to show what was to come in the future. "If you were to speak to a customer that way, much worse could happen, little one. I know how to play very nicely, I'll have you know. : Julian: But 'nice' is not what this training is about. I told you so from the start." A harder swat was thrown into the mix then. "Didn't I? I told you many subs cry from how harsh it could be, and you chose for yourself to make it hard right from the beginning, my little bratling, didn't you?" He lectured, not in a harsh tone, but one that was rather matter-of-fact, smooth, and irritatingly
: Julian: calm.

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: Tempo: He squirmed in place. "Juliiiiiiannnnn..." Tempo whined as Julian gave him 'playful' swats. Tempo yelped, his voice hitting a rather sharp note as it nearly echoed through the room. His skin was starting to feel hyper sensitive to touch with so much pausing and so much strain on his calf and hamstring muscles to keep him on his toes. He had hopped up on his very tip-tip toes. Julian certainly seemed to be good at eliciting all sorts of unwanted reactions from the smaller. "I was /trying/ to play nice." He just about pouted. "But you /wouldn't/ have it." He recalled and accused at the same time. "Am I supposed to let the customer abuse me however they see fit?" he asked those ears perking up as he gave Julian a rather sad almost pitiful look. It seemed Tempo still thought Julian was the one who was 'bad' first so to speak.
: Julian: "Abuse you? Tempo Darling... You don't know how silly you sound right now. If one of the other servers walked in at this moment, they would be surprised I was simply using my hand on your naughty backside, not reaching for my clipboard, or a paddle." Laying on a few more of those gentler smacks, knowing the inexperienced boy would have no problem feeling them well enough, he simply
: Julian: shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, my pouty little prince. Lets say you and I come to an agreement here. You say you're ready to listen, and we'll begin your training. And I hope you mean it... I'm not above giving several punishments in a day. Mind your tongue, Tempo."
: Tempo: The much shorter male squirmed and picked up a stocking clad foot and set it down as he didn't seem intent on just one place. Tempo certainly did pout at being called 'prince'. He however was pretty quiet and sullen for a few moments as Julian spoke and he nodded gently and quickly at once. "I'll Listen. " He agreed like he did earlier. Julian just didn't know what he was getting in to with Tempo just yet. "Can you please let me go now?" He just about whined wanting to be set free.
: * Julian released Tempo's wrists, letting the heels of his feet finally touch the ground, reaching and untucking the end of his dress, letting it fall over the heated mounds of flesh. "With pleasure..." He purred, a subtle smile, likely only evident in those icey eyes of his. "Thank you for using your manners, darling." For a moment, he seemed to leave Tempo alone a moment, to give the
: * Julian boy time to compose himself. Julian simply looked him over, noting a light pinkness in his slender wrists where he was held, but nothing that wouldnt' fade away within a minute or two.
: Tempo: Tempo took several steps away from Julian and gave him a strange sort of look. It was a bit too hard to place just what sort of expression that was. Tempo rubbed his wrists first and then set his hands back on to the back of the dress and gently rubbed the seat of the skirt. He them moved his hands up and crossed them over his chest moving to lean against the furthest wall. He didn't say not but one word to Julian. It seemed Tempo wasn't very pleased with the man.
: * Julian didn't move forward and reclaim him, as much as his instincts told him it would be easier in the long run to simply dominate the boy, and teach him by force to obey, and wipe those pouty looks off his face. But no... Tempo was too delicate for that. He didn't want to break his spirit. He just asked a simple question, purring lowly. "Are you ready to continue? Or would you like
: * Julian a moment to consider?"
: Tempo: "I'm fine." He said in a rather pouty tone. He wasn't as bright eyed or cheery as he was when he first stepped in. He was more reserved, cautious, and simply sullen. He wondered briefly why Julian was asking him such. Did he not give instructions or simply ask for things? Was he expecting Tempo to read his mind and just do whatever he was thinking he should do? If so there was a far cry from that ever happening. "Are you ready to continue; Julian?" He asked leveling his tone of voice.
: Julian: "I'm quite ready. I simply don't wish to overtax you right from the beginning. Our training wouldn't do any good if you couldn't very well continue past stage one, now would it?" Picking up a hard-backed reading book from his desk, he slipped a bookmarker into place, shut it, and strolled to Tempo's side. Placing it levelly on his head, he ordered, "Back straight. Eyes ahead. Do not look : Julian: at your feet, or you're surely fail before you start." He left those instructions to hang in the air a moment, before he continued. "I'd like you to walk, as much as you can like a lady, to the opposite wall, hands at your sides. Please begin." The task seemed simple enough... for now.

: Tempo: Tempo pushed off the wall and sighed gently as he leveled ho balance. This was nothing new to him in the very least He could walk with posture befitting a prince. He couldn't recall just how many hours he went with Rex wanting him to walk about with full tea cups on his head. Tempo found this sort of thing rather useless and never really did understand the point of this. He at first started with beautiful posture yet he was walking like a gentleman for the first five steps. Perfect but the wrong sort of steps were taken. He then started to walk with his hips. His hands started to sway a bit more adding a light touch of grace as his feet started to walked in a line each foot in front of the other instead of straight. More fluent more natural. He eased in and stopped just at the other end turning in his heel and moving to set his hand on his hips as he faced Julian.
: * Julian found himself pleasantly surprised at how level the boy's book stayed, and how fluidly he strode. It even seemed, just as he was about to correct him on walking with a more ladylike flair, the boy began doing so of his own instinct. Likely a surprise to Tempo, he gave praise just as easily as he did punishment, should one earn it. "Very good, Tempo. You're a natural at this.
: * Julian Usually my pupils take twenty trips to that wall and back before we're ready to move on. Very nice." But on that note, he turned, and opened one of the many drawers that lined that wall. Pulling out a pair of black pumps, with a four-inch heel, he strode to Tempo's side, and set them on the floor. "Level two." Was all he said, with a slight smile, motioning to the shoes.
: Tempo: "You want me to walk in death traps?" Tempo asked moving only his eyes to look down on those black shoes. I don't. . . " he trailed before stepping up and slipping afoot in to the shoes and pulling his leg up and backwards to pull the shoe on a bit further. He set the foot down after simply slipping in to the shoe and took careful balance as he stepped up and slipped is bare foot in to the other and slowly did the same standing on both feet now. Would the tip toe torture ever stop? He looke dto Julian as if expecting instructions. The book seemed to have wavered once or twice but Tempo didn't seem too worried of it falling down.
: Julian: Taking the book off the boy's head a moment, he offered a steady forearm for Tempo to grab hold of, at least for the time being. "Death trap seems a bit melodramatic, eh? Come now, ladies wear them often enough. And they make your legs look lovely." Once the boy looked a little steadier, he set the thick novel right back where it was. "Now I want you to try that again. Remember, it's : Julian: not a race. Don't twist your ankle trying to hurry though... There will be plenty of time to hurry later." He winked, and motioned to the far wall. "Go on..."

: Tempo: "They push your butt muscles up and make them look better." Tempo stated as he steadied himself. "Do I have to wear thes ethings?" He asked. "I really, really don't like them." He said not letting go of Julian quite so willingingly. Tempo was certainly being reluctant to take even one step in them . He wa sperhaps putting on a show of willingness to listen but putting the shoes on. BUt it seeme dhis wants were conflicting with Julian's. : Julian: Taking note of the boy's unsteadyness, and uneasy tone, he offered his arm once again, taking the book in hand. "Perhaps it would be better to practice a few steps first, hm?" He asked. Seemingly, he'd over-estimated the boy's aptitude for this. "You may not have to wear them every day, if you don't wish to, but on occasion, all the workers will have to wear the same thing, my dear, and

: Julian: those outfits include heels... If you don't learn to walk in them now, you'll have alot more trouble later on." He noted that willingness to obey, which was why he didn't insist upon Tempo walking straight away. Were it only stubbornness, he'd have ordered him to go on ahead.
: Tempo: Tempo was hesitant and sort of just looked down at his own two feet for a moment or so in falling dead silent. He took a breath and held it for a little bit before looking up at Julian before sighing and licking his lips in anticipation. He started the firsts step very slowly but the second came and he soon started to walk about just as before. He was careful to make sure his shoe landed levelly with the floor with each and every step so his steps were slow at first but he seemed to be pretty Okay and walked back and forth approximately three times before he looked more comfortable . He paused and looked up to Julian. "Are we done ?" He asked a little too hopeful to get the hell out of those shoes.
: Julian: Julian offered a word of comfort as Tempo looked down at his feet so worriedly. "You'll be fine... One step at a time." He nearly cooed. Watching Tempo walk about, he nodded approvingly. "Good, good... I knew you'd get the hang of it. Nothing to it." And with a slightly pitying look, Julian shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Not for a long while..." And again, that book found itself on
: Julian: top of Tempo's head. He didn't use teacups at this phase because, well... He got pretty sick of buying new teacups! not to mention sweeping his floor.
: Tempo: "How long?" Tempo asked. "What is it you want me to do? I'll do it I just don't wantto keep these things on." Tempo said letting the bok levle iwtha little wobble and he moved to adjust the balance. "What's the real point in all of this? Making the risk of me spilling hot tea on a customer more likely? " He asked beging to be just a little bit snippy about it. He was more so speaking to mask a voice of desperation with mild annoyance. : Julian: "Watch your tone..." Julian commented, looking down at his clipboard, and ticking off a square. "What is the point of the restaurant? Crossplay. And part of that is learning to walk in heels. And with this practice, we'll be sure that you do nothing of the sort, lest you end up back in my office for more training." He peered over his glasses at the boy. "And we both know you don't want

: Julian: that." With a little pat to Tempo's backside, he pointed at the far wall. "Go on. Don't let yourself, or the book fall. For now, take your time. We'll get faster later, and we'll make it into.... well, into a game." That last word he said with so much ominous amusement.
: Tempo: Tempo was being rather difficult over something that looked like he could do with no problem yet he was being extremely hesitant over it. He took a few steps and walked about slowly making sure not to sound like a horse as he stepped lightly. "I still think this is ridiculous. " He stated as he walked about he paused and moved back balancing himself on just the heel points picking the front of his feet up. He set his feet back down after the playful little 'trick' and walked about a little more. He felt like a horse being paraded around. He appeared to walk perfectly fine in heels. Tempo started back towards Julian and just before he stopped it /seemed/ like he tripped And Tempo caught Julian's arm and steadied his shaky legs his eyes having gone wide.
: * Julian caught Tempo easily enough, pulling the boy up onto his feet, and holding him close, with a steadying hand on his hip. "Easy now... Lets not trick-ride before we know how to gallop, hm? Why is this such a pain for you sweetling? You seem to be adapting just fine to them, for all your whining..." Oddly enough, Julian looked amused at the brat's carrying on that way. "So what's
: * Julian keeping you from knocking my socks off? I know you have the ability." Was it perhaps that he was nervous for the next level? Had he known what it would be, tempo would be right in it, after all...
: Tempo: Tempo nuzzled right in to Julian's arm. and seemed to be very happy to just stay like that all cuddled up right there. He pulled back but didn't let go. "My. . ." he trailed gently. "My ankles don't work that way." he stated almost as if unsure if he should tell Julian that or not. "They are more like... More like... jello." He offered in an attempt to explain. The truth was he hadn't just tripped right there his ankles simply gave out and refused to support him for a moment. It seemed Tempo was quite sure he didn't happened to be able to walk well in those shoes for very long- or more like he never knew when he'd fall. He didn't want to fall down and hurt himself badly. He was afraid of falling. The question was why would he know this was a common occurrence when he wore heels? Tempo certainly wasn't the type to willing cross dress and go frolicking on misadventures after all.
: Julian: "Hm..." Said julian contemplatively. "That is a problem, isn't it?" With a sudden thought, he furrowed his eyebrows lightly, and looked down at Tempo curiously. "How.... How did you know when to come over just then? I've seen plenty of people fall before then, and it was always so sudden... Tempo, how do you know that the problem lies with your ankles so surely?" His curiousity was : Julian: piqued now. There was nothing to do but satisfy it. Picking up the boy right out of those shoes, he gave those weak ankles a bit of a break, holding the feather-light waif like a princess, and looking into his eyes, demanding an answer.

: Tempo: "I didn't." He offered quietly . He happily crossed those ankles and curled his toes fleshing the little muscles and bone in his feet. "I don't like hitting the floor or counter corner though." he offered. "and well... after some time they kind of just ... /melt/... it's like my bones just don't work suddenly in those areas." he offered gently as he happily made himself comfortable and nuzzled right up to Julian's chest like a kitten. "And I know because I'm not stepping on anything or running in to anything when it happens." It sounded a little like Tempo was speaking from experience- what sort of experience he seemed not quite ready to spit out unless asked more directly so. Rex was such a cruel etiquette teacher too. Tempo could most certainly recall all too well what sort of thing Rex had him do. : Julian: "I see... It sounds as if we need to work on strengthening your ankles, in that case. Perhaps you ought to spend a few minutes each day in them, until you can support your weight for longer periods of time." stroking the little one's back lightly, he continued his questioning, like a curious cat, wanting to know every detail. "Yo seem to be quite knowledgable on the subject... Have you

: Julian: received training before?" With a little chuckle, he asked, "Am I wasting my time here, Tempo?" Giving the boy a slight bounce.
: Tempo: "I know how ladies and gentle man behave themselves and how they should conduct their manners... and I know a lot about Cotillion." Tempo offered. "I can't help it if you never asked; and it's not like I didn't ask what sort of Training you wanted to give me." He pointed out just a bit smugly~ "I used to wrap my ankles with bandages but I don't that would look right in such short dresses like these..." he offered. "least it doesn't look nice." He explained moving to wrap an arm around the back of Julian's neck.
: * Julian spun around once, after Tempo saw fit to give him that little bit of attitude. "Oh, is that right? Well, it seems you've got a bit of a leg-up on the competition, now don't you? But that doesn't mean you'll be getting off so easily, Tempo... I expect you to work at wearing these heels every day, until you can do it flawlessly. You'll be taking these home with you, and working at
: * Julian it, is that clear?" It seemed he did have a bit of mercy inside after all~ "But until then..." He crossed the room, and dug in that drawer full of shoes a moment longer, still holding onto Tempo with one arm. "You'll be practicing in these. Perhaps you've seen them gracing the feet of elementary school girls." He said with some amusement, pulling free a pair with a scant two-inch heel.
: * Julian They even had little bows on the ankle-straps. Session Time: Sat Jan ::

: Tempo: Tempo eyed them over. "Those look much safer." He said paying much more attention to the smaller shoes. He didn't dare ask what would happen should Tempo bring the heels back in more than just a few pieces. Tempo blew a very gentle breath of air on to Julian's ear. "Now who's paying any attention to feet... when there's so much more, and better to pay attention to?" he asked moving to whisper theses words in to Julian's ear trying to be playful again. It seemed he wasn't done with playing his hand at this just yet for the day. He wanted his breath to tickle Julian. He graced the bottom of his chin and jaw line by ghosting his nail over the skin.
: Julian: "Oh, do they now?" He asked, playfully. His ear flicked gently as the warm air hit it's sensitive lobes. "Now now, The feet are only the basis of the lovely bloom I am trying to create, darling." holding back the shiver that wanted to tingle down his spine, he caught Tempo's hand, and kissed the back of it gently. "You know, I am usually much more ruthless in these sessions..." He
: Julian: admitted, sinking down into the armchair that rested near one corner of his office, setting the sweet little figure in his lap. "Perhaps I'm getting soft in my old age." Reaching down, he took up one of Tempo's legs, and began to run his thumb over the ankle, almost apologetically. "What do you say to a short break?" He did think it was worthwhile to reward this sweet behavior. Perhaps : Julian: it would come up more often~

: Tempo: Tempo nuzzled back in to Julian ever so gently..."You don't look old to me." Tempo purred softly. The toes on the corresponding foot curled up tight as Julian touched his ankle. "A break?' He asked gently and curiously. "What sort of a break?" He asked ears perking up quickly. He shifted to take a hold of Julian's Collar and loosened it as if toying with the little bit of clothing. He slipped his slender fingers around his collar and popped it right on up and out or it's natural curled over position. He took Julian's Glasses off the bridge of his nose gently and put them on himself.
: Julian: "A break to get to know each other a bit better, you and I." Julian looked a bit confused as his collar popped up, and smoothed it right back down into it's place. He did however, unbutton the top button of his shirt, and loosen his tie an inch or so. "I feel we may have begun on the wrong foot, and I'd like to know more about you." Truly, Tempo was a puzzling creature. He'd have to know : Julian: more before he went on with the training, to keep from stepping on potential landmines. "So, Tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies? What's your favorite color?" he looked back at the slightly blurry figure before him, and shook his head at the too-big pair of glasses framing his eyes.

: Tempo: Tempo pulled the glasses from his eyes once they practically made him go blind. He set them back on to Julian's face and blinked several times. "Wellll.... I like to Draw, and fish, hunt, fly kites.... walk along the beach and spend my time with friends; Fun stuff you know? " Tempo offered. He pondered for a moment. "I don't think I really have a favorite color... he offered. I like a lot of colors... I guess I like blues and reds particularly though. " He offered. "And I have a thing for certain shades of pink-Depending on what it's on." he offered. "Why don't you tell me more about you... You seem to be more than one person if you don't mind my observations. " Tempo stated as he set a finger to Julian's slips and traced over the bottom lip. "I really do like your eyes." he seemed to simply blur out in a hushed tone as he found himself gravitating towards those pretty blue gems. " I think that's my favorite color right now... the color your eyes are. "
: Julian: "I see. Those are all nice hobbies that'll keep you active, and teach you the more you do them. They're certainly life-enriching." He nodded in approval. "And red and blue... well, mix them together, and you've got my favorite color. Purple." He laughed a little one-sylable laugh, and ran a hand lightly through Tempo's bangs, pushing them out of his face. Finding himself blushing ever
: Julian: so slightly, he took a cooling breath, and willed the feeling away "Well thank you, Tempo. It's very sweet of you to say." He might not have been effected at all by the compliment, if the boy hadn't looked quite so genuine as he said it. "Well, to be honest, I am a bit of two people. I'm my work self... and my home self. My work self requires me to be exact, careful, and at times, a : Julian: very, very scary person." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows a bit. "My home self is well... it's a bit like we are now."

: Tempo: Tempo seemed to brighten up a bit more as Julian revealed what his favorite color was and simply brought a hand up to his hair and started to toy with it. Playing his fingers around soft silky strands was subconsciously comforting ."And just who were you when we first met?" Tempo asked curiously raising an eyebrow at Julian. "Because I had thought you were very charming then." he offered. "I'd also say your 'work' self has quite a temper." Tempo tapped the very tip of Julian's nose. Tempo mover up a little bit leaning over Julian and setting his hands at rest on either side of his collar bone just before his shoulders. He moved one hand up as he set down on to his fore arm and trailed his nail over an ear just like the first time they met. He gently stroked the ear love right at the end before curling a finger in to some bright orange colored locks. "I'd love to get to know you a little more... Intimately..." Tempo purred in a very soft sort of tone before he smirked and ruffled up Julian's hair in playful spite just before his little attempt at retreating in hopping up to scuttle away from Julain. "But it's not possible ; It takes one person to forgive." Tempo purred.
: Julian: "simply myself... When I find the creature before me to be impossibly endearing. You were just so nervous then. I didn't want to frighten you with 'work Julian'. Who may, or may not have a bit of a temper, but knows very well how to get a job done." Placing a hand softly along Tempo's jawline, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the boy's cheek ever so gently. His hands were soft. Too
: Julian: soft for anyone who tended to do 'manual labor'. Julian's eyes came to close peacefully as Tempo toyed with his ear, and he sighed, again, not ready to admit the effect the boy was having on him. When those crystaline blue orbs opened again, he was smirking slightly at his ruffled hair, and the boy's scampering. "Oh? Then you must not want it too badly, hm?" He fired back.
: Tempo: "I just don't see how anyone who is divided amongst themselves could possibly make truthful decisions. You could very well be lying to yourself." Tempo said crossing his arms over his chest. "So how could I possibly believe that you've truly forgiven me?" Tempo half asked. "I mean if everyone in the whole world functioned like that- well..." He chuckled I guess you wouldn't know if I forgive you either-now would you?" he asked. : Julian: "Darling, I know precisely who I am. My halfs are part of one whole. It's not as if they're seperate people completely..." He shook his head, amused. "And as for forgiveness... well, you truly don't know much about spankings at all, do you? To put it simply, darling, the minute it was over I forgave you. Because your punishment was complete." He shrugged, "And honestly, I don't mind if
: Julian: you haven't forgiven me." ooh. Cold.

: Tempo: "You don't~?" Tempo asked. "Are you insisting taht you have no guilt?" He inquiered looking to Julian. : Julian: "Oh, I have plenty of guilt when it's warranted." He said, with another careless shrug. "But I simply don't feel guilty over handing out a punishment, when it's rightly earned. If I did, I'd never get a thing done around this place."

: Tempo: "Is it so wrong to be recognized as a person?" Tempo asked as he turned away. "I mean... who would want to be nothing more than a toy? A play thing with no mind of your own?" He asked as a tinge of sadness touching him. "Is that really how you view your workers Julian?" Tempo asked not bothering to glance back at the red head. Tempo just escape done dainty dressed up cage... It wasn't likely he'd willingly step in to another. A cage was still a cage no matter how 'pretty' it looked.
: Julian: Julian's expression softened a bit. "Tempo... I didn't mean it that way. Of course I see you as a person. If you didn't have your own personality, you wouldn't be nearly as much fun to play with. I'd never want you to be a mindless little drone." Standing up, he went to the boy's side, and set a hand on his head, stroking his soft lavender locks. "And I wouldn't want it from anybody : Julian: here. It's just an endearment. I might call you a little doll, but it's just because you've got such a sweet little face, and, admittedly, you are fun to play with."

: Tempo: Tempo's ear twitched and he turned to look up at Julian in disbelief of exactly what he heard. If Tempo were younger he might have thrown a little fit but instead he just huffed out a heavy sigh. "Do you have any more tortuous plans for me ?" He asked. "Or will every day be about walking like a giraffe?" He asked as if hopping from subject to subject. It seemed Tempo was certainly a bundle of emotion and mixed up too boot. Julian only had himself to thank for that. : Julian: "Oh? Would you like to keep walking then? I'd be happy to finish our break up, if you're so eager." Julian grinned. "I had plans to teach you how to walk in heels today, but it seems your ankles got in our way. I don't have things set up for tomorrow's lesson just yet. So, here's the deal. If your ankles feel better, we can continue. If they don't, well, I'll see you here tomorrow. How
: Julian: does that sound?"

: Tempo: Tempo nodded softly. "I think... I'll see you tomorrow... Tempo Chirped. He stepped over to his clothing on the chair. "That is if you truly have nothing for me to do." Tempo added with a small little yawn he stretched out like a kitten just waking up from a nap. Tempo spun about and gingerly took a seat on the edge of the chair as if getting ready to start taking off those long stockings.
: * Julian smirked at that a bit. "well, if you are so eager to be useful... go on and fetch me a cup of coffee from the kitchen. Two sugars, and cream." He replied, taking a seat behind his desk, and rebuttoning his shirt, pulling his tie back into place.
: Tempo: Tempo nodded gently and paused what he was doing and instead got up and scuttled off to fetch such a thing. It would take him a little while to set up a few things but he understood how to brew coffee in the least. He just had to find everything first.
: * Julian in the meantime, sat back and relaxed, without the distracting little imp in his office, making it hard to focus on much else, besides the alluring way his hips moved, and the cherub-like face that scrunched up in the cutest way when he giggled, and... no, none of that! Julian shook his head, pushing those thoughts away, for now, as he waited for his beverage.
: Tempo: Tempo took his time in preparing just what Julian had asked for. Once all the components to this magical concoction were added up Tempo stirred the steamy drink gently. He plucked up a couple of sugar cubes and set them on a plate before carefully making his way back. He set the cup of coffee down gently on Julian's desk and picked up one of those sugar cubes bringing it to his lips where he kissed it gently and started to lick it. In truth Tempo simple wanted to enjoy a little treat and he wanted it to last. "Do you like whipped cream Julian?" Tempo asked in-between 'kissing' the little sugar cube that was cradled between his small fingers.
: * Julian didn't look up at first, when Tempo came in, and when he did, he immediately gulped down the surprise he found, watching the boy's lips assault the treat. "no no, not in my coffee. Cocoa perhaps, but that's more a special occasion sort of thing." He replied, eyes flicking from Tempo's eyes to his busy lips. Picking up his cup, he plunked two cubes down into it, and gave it a
: * Julian stir, waiting a moment for them to disolve, before he tasted it. "Hm. Not bad. Thank you Tempo... That'll be all for today, I believe... You cake a few more cubes, if you fancy them all that much." He added, with a smirk.
: Tempo: "Really~!?" Tempo seemed pretty happy at the prospect of taking a few more." "I'll be sure to do that~" He gather up his things as if he were getting ready to go change back in to his usual attire. "Don't forget your present I left you~" He called stepping out of the room. That little kitten bag was still upon Julian's desk with all sorts of colored tissues sticking out of it.