Change in Direction

[Dionysian]

Wow, this one was quite a run. Tempo super glued Sphynx's door shut as part of a retaliation, then when Joel tried to talk to him about it, he ran away. To top it off, he spat in Joel's face when he was caught at the front door. Well, this is how it all turned out.

[21:50] * Joel leads Tempo into the naughty room, then closes the door behind them. Releasing Tempo, he closes the door, but he also stands in front of the door, making sure Tempo does not attempt to escape again. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at the boy with a hard, serious look "Now would you mind explaining why you (c)
[21:51] <Joel> glued Sphynx's door shut? Don't think I'm going to let spitting on me go, either."
[21:57] <Tempo> By the time they reached the room Tempo had started to realize just WHAT he had done. He felt that cold feeling creep up the insides of his stomach. He swallowed hard feeling a lump of sand formulate with in his throat. He backed away from the elder with wide eyes and shook his head hesitantly. "N...No." he managed out answering his second question. He looked to the floor as he started
[21:57] <Tempo> to finger the cloth of his sleeves feeling like a mouse beneath a vipers glare, trapped and cornered about ready to be served as dinner. "I...." He started tears brimming out of fright. He didn't know Jole very well but he knew he was probably PISSED. Tempo chocked on his words and brought trembling hands upwards to his mouth. "I... I..." was all he could manage. One thing was for sure
[21:57] <Tempo> Tempo was intimidated and he wasn't going any where. His knees went week they felt like jelly. He couldn't manage to bring his gaze upwards to even meet Joel's chest. He was shame faced blushing darkly keeping his gaze averted.
[22:01] <Joel> Oh great, the kid's frightened. Even after all that, Joel doesn't like to see somebody so frightened. Vaguely, he's reminded of the time he spanked Whisper, how vulnerable she was until he let her know he wasn't there to frighten her. Gently, Joel approaches Tempo and pets his head, his touch as gentle as though he were (c)
[22:03] <Joel> petting a kitten, smiling gently down at the smaller boy. "Tempo, come on... I'm not doing this to torture you. I want you to actually explain what you were doing. I don't want to frighten you. Now please, tell me why you did what you did to Sphynx's room. Please?" Joel smiles down at him, his look honest and friendly, wanting him to come clean
[22:10] <Tempo> Tempo nearly flinched when Joel pet him. He closed his eyes and seemed to relax a bit as if coming to his senses. He still couldn't bring his gaze upwards. Not after what he had done. " I ....wanted to." He paused voice cracking a bit finding it difficult to bring his tongue up to his hard palette. "Get back at h-him f... for what he did to me." he managed out in a barely audible squeak.
[22:10] <Tempo> He sniffled a little bit as he brought sleeves hands over to his eyes and rubbed at them remembering what had happened and started to sob a bit as tears slowly but surely welled up in his eyes. "I...I shouldn't have done it." he added suddenly. "I just... I just..." he couldn't complete the sudden rush of feelings and thought that overwhelmed him. Truthe be told Tempo really did put on
[22:10] <Tempo> an act half the time, trying to seem mean or un phased by such 'silly things' when in retrospect he really seemed to take things very personally. Jole had gotten him to start talking this was a good thing.
[22:16] <Joel> "Tempo, if Sphynx did something to you in the past, you should have gone to one of the adults. You know we're all here to help each other. I understand your desire to avenge yourself, but by doing such a thing, you're making yourself no better off. If Sphynx was at fault-and something tells me it wasn't as severe as I think-we all could have discussed it at (c)
[22:18] <Joel> length. I'm proud of you for admitting that you're sorry, but now it's too late." Joel sighs and goes over to the desk in the room. For once, he's going to have to use one of the 'implements' in the room. This won't end well. "Now what do you say we get this out of the way, Tempo? We'll both feel better once this is over."
[22:18] * Joel reaches into the desk and comes out with a flat round hairbrush, carved out of red oak. This will do very nicely
[22:24] <Tempo> Tempo listened gently and nodded softly in return he was about to say something when he turned to glance up at Jole, His eyes met that brush and he forgot what he was going to say. He felt his heart skip a beat and his blood ran cold as ice. He inched back but stopped him self from taking even half a step. He Nodded gently in reply. He was submitting to Jole. He didn't really want to
[22:24] <Tempo> but he was doing it. He waited patiently as if awaiting instructions un sure of what the elder wanted him to do.
[22:27] <Joel> "You're going to get a warm-up spanking with my hand first, Tempo. After that, I'm going to spank you with the brush. After that, you are going to make a formal apology to Sphynx, and then you are going to repair the door. Are we clear?" Joel motions for Tempo to come and lay over his lap Now come here, please
[22:34] <Tempo> Tempo nodded gently then something struck him. What was a formal apology? He wasn't quite sure. "Y...you mean... like... writing him a letter or?" he asked gently. After a moment Tempo stepped forward hesitantly and swallowed hard. He made his way over to Jole his eyes still downcast upon the hard wooden floor. He bit back his breath and gently, and nervously climbed over and settled
[22:34] <Tempo> in to place. He hated doing that too. He would much rather be helped over or asked to stand against a wall of lean of a bit of furniture. Getting in to position was really one of the things he hated most about punishments like these. Any and all of the fight Tempo was showing earlier seemed to have disappeared.
[22:38] <Joel> "I mean that you will go up to him face to face and apologize to him, explaining what you have done. I will be on the sidelines to make sure nothing bad happens." Joel reaches into the waistband of Tempo's biker shorts as well as his underpants and pulls them down to his knees, baring his backside to the world. The time for the most inevitable thing in this (c)
[22:40] <Joel> house has come, and he's ready to do it... but he doesn't enjoy it in the least, despite all the things Tempo has done. This will be over soon. Joel raises his hand into the air, tightening it into a ridge, his shadow on the wall like a gladiator about to plunge a sword into a losing (c)
[22:41] <Joel> opponent. Time has slowed to a crawl again... and then, at last, he brings it down, both the rigid fingers and the palm of his hand slamming home on Tempo's left cheek, the sound a loud pop, something akin to a firecracker in an enclosed space. Tempo's flesh dimples in, then pops back out, a light shade of pink appearing in place
[22:46] <Tempo> Tempo shivered with a Kurt nod as Jole explained to him what he was going to do while he tugged down his lower clothing. He was still a light pink from not even five minutes ago when he just got out of trouble, the faint out lines of a few hand prints could be traced out it seemed so fresh. He seemed to jolt up as Jole's palm connected to his back side and he flinched wincing gently
[22:46] <Tempo> ass his fingers suddenly took hold of the cloth that lay pressed against Jole's thigh. As ushuall Tempo remained strangely silent not offering a yelp or a squeak of surprise. He shifted about on his lap as his breathing picked up and his heels slowly started rub against one another. His toes flexing and contracting beneath the stripped socks.
[22:49] <Joel> Up, down, up, down; Joel's hand raises and lowers in steady succession, his palm and fingers peppering Tempo's cheeks with powerful, whipchord strokes. The flesh ripples and bounces under his hand, the color gradually going from pink to a rosy color, Joel's hand actually growing a little bit sore as he (c)
[22:51] <Joel> spanks Tempo, using his other arm to hold Tempo on it around his waist. He's alternating between each cheek, keeping the burn fresh in each of them. This will be over soon enough... Just keep going...
[22:59] <Tempo> Tempo stayed as still s he could- sure the occasional squirm or suddenly jerk would occur that he couldn't quite help. His back side felt like some one had decided to pitch camp and lit their cam fire right there. He shifted uncomfortably on Jole's lap his head sunken low his bangs covering his face as soft sniffles started to escape him. He wasn't being very verbal what so ever opting
[22:59] <Tempo> to fall silent as the grave. He eyed the puddle that was carefully forming below him on the hard wood floor. He could almost see a mirror image of parts of the room, the picture getting larger as each tear that was bone in his eyes slipped down a flushed cheek and slipped off in to a short descent before crashing upon the floor join the small salty puddle. His feet and aneles twisting
[22:59] <Tempo> and twiring bout slowly in strainned move ments runbbing together as if to give a distraction from the pain that had easily built in his postierior. Tempo allowed a few silent sobs pass his body but his breathing was a bit off. It seemed he was holding his reath at parts and releasing it or a while before hed take a nouther small breath hold it and release it with a few sobs and sniffle
[22:59] <Tempo> a tiny bit. He hated that aweful sound that filled the room indicating each swat that landed. Tempo seemed to be bottleing up any real sounds that threatened to escape his lips.
[23:04] <Joel> There's one more part of the warm-up: the upper thighs. Joel began to spank Tempo's thighs with the same pattern and level of force, lashing them with his hand and turning them a darker and darker shade, the sounds now much more hollow, but also coming with a bit more force. It does not take long before (c)
[23:05] <Joel> Tempo's upper thighs have been tattooed a pleasant shade of rose, both of them covered in hand prints and sore spots. At last, Joel rests his hand and speaks to Tempo as he picks up the hair brush "Tempo, can you tell me why I am spanking you?"
[23:11] <Tempo> Tempo shifted forward a tiny bit and latched on tighter to Joel's pant leg. He winced a bit and wriggled in place having his thighs done was a bitt wierd and he didn't enjoy it what so ever. He panted gently pouting out a few more silent sobs as Jole suddenlly stopped he took a gentle breath and licked his lips trying to sum up enough energy to speak. "C...Cause... I was... " He paused
[23:11] <Tempo> and siffled heavliy fighting back some tears to speak, "R....rude to you....and I... glued Sphynx's door shut." he squeaked relaxing quite bit now that Jole had given him a short break. He felt like a two rivers had watshed down the sides of his cheeks falling over his jaw.
[23:15] * Joel smiles gently at Tempo's words. "I'm glad that you're owning up to what you've done." Joel resumes the punishment, this time with the brush. He raises it high, then brings it down on Tempo's right cheek, the hard oak smashing into his skin, flattening it for a moment before coming away, leaving (c)
[23:16] <Joel> a mark so deeply red that it's practically crimson. That must be terribly painful, and Joel is forcing himself to do this by this point. Lord, he hates this part of his job...
[23:21] <Tempo> "Etaah~!" Tempo suddenly sort of gave off a very sharp and high pitched sound some what of a hybred between a gasp and a yelp as he stiffened up and a foot kicked idlely out of the sheer pain that jolted through hm. He started to cry much more vocally all of a sudden letting all sorts of sound pass his lips. Not even jack had done that. Tempo was honestly and truely crying his eyes out
[23:21] <Tempo> as he squirmed in place. He closed his eyes tight and sniffled a bit. He wasn't full out bawling but he was making sounds of displeasure.
[23:24] <Joel> That sound really tugged at Joel's heartstrings. Should he really continue? Alas, he already knows the answer. Best get this over with, or Tempo won't learn anything. With a sigh, Joel begins to punish Tempo with the brush, the terrible item smashing and cracking against his cheeks repeatedly, creating bright crimson splotches of color on the boy's cheeks, coloring (c)
[23:25] <Joel> them a deeper and deeper shade of color until they practically glow. Just focus on what he's doing and what Tempo will learn in the longrun; that's what he should do. The sounds are harsh and loud, the sound of branches breaking...
[23:32] <Tempo> Tempo shuddered by te fith hit not being able to take much more of this willingly. Tempo had a GREAT deal of willpower but his resolve to take what he earened had been dwindling ever since the start. He didn't want to be here he didn't want to be here at all~! He let out a few more sharp cried and suddenly nuzzled down in to Joel's thigh and reached one arm beneath his kee ad practically
[23:32] <Tempo> cudddles up to Jole's thigh as he started to make pittiful sounds in to his thigh muffling the noices s he started to pick up in volume. He had said a few things but they were a bit too gargled out for the most part. There was only once where Jole would beable to ake outa few words witch could be taken as applogies, promisses, pleading and begging for it to end. He rolled his hips once
[23:32] <Tempo> and semed to tighten up on Jole like a koala on a ucaliptus tree.
[23:39] <Joel> How long will this torture go on? It has to end at some point! Joel can't continue this forever, can he? Well, thankfully, it's almost over. Joel delivers the remaining strikes to Tempo's upper thighs, branding them in dark crimson patches. Left, right, left, right... At last, Joel delivers the coup de grace: a single (c)
[23:41] <Joel> decisive strike to the absolute center of Tempo's sitting spot. It's the ugliest place to get spanked on, and given all that he's done to Tempo, just one blow there should be enough.
[23:50] <Tempo> Tempo seemed to only writhe and wriggle in place. When Jole started on his upper thighs he tightened up quite a good deal more then he already as, his nails pressing through the thigh fabric in to Jole's thigh un knowingly. Tempo had started to bawl a bit making horrible sounds like a banshee, At least they were muffled so they weren't all that ear shattering bad by the brashness of
[23:50] <Tempo> it and how it seemed to reverberate. Tempo's voice sounded a bit horse. But at that last strike hit he yelped and tightened his grin once again as he started to break own letting out mewling sounds. Tempo's tears had definitely spread and dampened a spot on Jole's nee and he seemed to go nearly limp say for the shuddered that racked his small frame and and riddled his body with quivers
[23:50] <Tempo> His mewling cries that were pulled lowed a bit i volume but Tempo didn't seem to stop quite so soon. How he could go from silent as the grave to a bawling mess was a bit strange. However it seemed like Once Tempo had gotten started he wouldn't stop. It appeared as through Jole would need a crow bar to pry Tempo from his leg now.
[23:56] <Joel> That's all that he could stand to do. Joel flat out dropped the brush on the ground, discarding the wicked object, then began to rub Tempo's back in small circle's, attempting to calm him down. The sound of the boy's sobs and cries were nerve wracking, simply awful to hear. Joel continues to pet Tempo's back, whispering (c)
[23:57] <Joel> words of comfort to him, not wanting him to cry anymore. "Tempo, ssshhhhhh... It's okay, now... You did well. You're forgiven now. Calm down... Ssshhhhh..."
[00:05] <Tempo> Tempo seemed to calm down and lower his volume with a bit of coaxing blushing horribly so. It would DEFINITELY be a long while before he even thought about saying something out of place let alone misbehaving. He did not want to go through something like this again. He was barely able to get control over the shaky mewling sounds. Rough and starchy but in a strange squeaky tone. It sounded
[00:05] <Tempo> very weird in deed, His noises had come down quite a bit minimizing them to soft murmuring mewls. He didn't want to even think about moving the pain felt sharp and was still very hot and flt like it was dulling horribly slowly with a pulsating feel. Tempo couldn't quite get his water works to stop either. He pouted a bit, in place trying desperately to calm himself down. Finnaly oce he
[00:05] <Tempo> calmed down enough to gain some form of control over his voice he coughe dout a weak. 'I'm sorry.' As best he could to keep it toether as one sentence.
[00:09] <Joel> "That's a good boy." Joel stands Tempo up in front of him, carefully dressing him. He pulls the boy close and gives him a reassuring hug "Now we still have some other matters to attend to. Let's go apologize to Sphynx, okay?"
[00:11] <Tempo> Tempo hissed in pain as his clothing was righted for him. He rubbed at his eyes and nodded softly. "O..Okay." he agreed gently still a bit shakey as he started to fall scilent once again.
[00:12] * Joel stands up and leads Tempo out of the room, giving him one more pet on the head
[00:13] <Tempo> Tempo sighed gently following after the petting he enjoyed it helped calm his nerves quite a bit. Very glad to be out of THAT room.