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“Ya wanna see me, Cap’?”

“Yes, Starsky. Have a seat,” Dobey commanded softly, without looking up from the open folder on his desk.

Starsky sat, looking at Dobey apprehensively. He narrowed his eyes trying to ascertain his mood. Dobey seemed the same, although he sounded a bit too polite and calm. He wondered what this was about? He was also surprised when Dobey only wanted to see him and not he and Hutch.

Starsky watched his Captain opened a folder and began to read its contents. After a few more seconds, Starsky decided to clear his throat.

Dobey looked up, glaring. There’s the old Cap’, Starsky thought, smiling.

Dobey slowly got up from behind his desk and walked over to the door, locking it.

Starsky frowned, a bit confused. He’d never done that before.

Dobey went back to sit. He eyed Starsky for a moment, making the curly haired man squirm.

“Starsky, did you steal a hamburger off my plate the other day?”

Starsky was surprised by the question. “Um…the other day?”

“Yes, the other day. I had two hamburgers on my plate and when I looked back, one was gone.”

Starsky shrugged and looked at Dobey innocently. “Cap’, howdaya know it was me? It could have been anyone in the squad room.”

“Because right after you left, it was gone. Did you or did you not steal my hamburger?” Dobey’s anger was growing.

“Okay. Yes, I took it, but I didn’t steal it.” Of course Starsky knew there wasn’t much difference between the two words but took sounded a lot better than steal.

“Did you ask me for it, or did you just take it without my permission?”

“Well, ya had two?”

“Answer the question, Starsky! Did I say you could have my hamburger!” Dobey shouted.

Starsky sighed. “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, in my book that’s stealing. Stand up!”

Starsky blew out a breath and slowly stood.

“Remove your jacket,” Dobey ordered.

Starsky was about to ask why, but after seeing the look on Dobey’s face he thought better of it. He took off his leather jacket and laid in on the back of his chair.

“Now drop ‘em,” Dobey commanded, with a smirk.

Starsky’s cobalt eyes grew wide. “Drop ‘em? Drop what?”

“Your jeans.”

“My jeans?”

“Stop repeating everything I say and do it!”

“But why?” Starsky asked, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt.

“Haven’t you figured out by now that you’re going to be pushed for stealing?”

“Well, yeah, but you usually threaten me with walking a beat or something. Whadaya gonna do spank me?” Starsky asked, chuckling.

Dobey’s expression was deadly serious.

“Aw come on Cap’, you can’t be serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“B-but, I’m a grown man. Plus, I think this goes against the policies and procedures of the police department,” Starsky reminded, trying to find a way out of this...for his butt’s sake.

“So what? In this office, I’m policies and procedures. Besides, I don’t think you’re going to run to HR and tell them I heated your beside up with a ping pong paddle.” Dobey smiled smugly.

Damn, Starsky thought, he’s right. I could never tell anyone about this-- not even Hutch. I definitely don’t want to give him any ideas.

Starsky’s Adam’s apple moved nervously up and down, then he shook his head. He couldn’t believe what was about to happen to him. He slowly opened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped the fly, then paused to glance at Dobey.

“I don’t have all day! Get ‘em down!” Dobey barked.

Starsky could feel his heart pounding and his mouth went dry. He cleared his throat, then quickly shoved his jeans down, letting them pool on top of his blue Adidas and waited for further instruction.

Dobey observed him, causing Starsky to lower his eyes. He felt his face growing hot and he was sure it was as red as the shirt he was wearing.

“Get rid of the underwear too.” Dobey ordered in a matter of fact.

Starsky was alarmed and embarrassed. “Cap’, you want me to remove my underwear!” he shouted, appalled.

“That’s right.”

“B-b-but why?”

“Cause I think you deserve a bare butt spanking.”

“But Cap’, all I did was stea...take your hamburger. I didn’t rob a bank!”

“Well, I think you deserve it. I’m tired of you thinking you can get away with things without consequences. Now I’m not going to ask you again.”

Starsky let out a shaky breath and grasped the waistband of his black briefs, quickly shoving them down. He lowered his head and covered his genitals with his hands.

Dobey bent down and slid open his desk draw.

Starsky heard the sound and lifted his head to see what was happening. He watched in shock as Dobey took out a ping-pong paddle. “W-what are you gonna do with that...sir?”

Dobey gave Starsky a wicked smile, enjoying the sudden respectful term he used to address him. He smacked the paddle against his palm and watched the fear in Starsky’s eyes. “Sir, huh? I like the sound of that. Place your hands on the edge of the desk,” Dobey ordered, smacking his palm again.”

Starsky startled at the sound. He removed his hands from his groin and placed them where Dobey told him to.

“Move away from the desk,” Dobey commanded.

When Starsky moved back, it made his naked butt stick out and more vulnerable to Dobey’s attention. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, trying to ready himself for the first smack.

Dobey went behind him and Starsky felt his shirt being pushed up his back. “Okay Starsky. What are you being punished for?”

“For taking one of your hamburgers...when you had two of them,” Starsky said feeling justified. Suddenly he felt a painful sting explode on one of his butt cheeks. He cried out looking back at Dobey.

“Jesus! Did I say something wrong?”

“You need to tell me the truth. What are you being punished for?” Dobey repeated, readying the paddle for the next lie that was bound to come out of Starsky’s mouth.

“I am tellin you the truth. I took one of your burgers.”

“Wrong!” Dobey shouted and smacked the paddle down hard on Starsky’s other cheek.

“Ahhh! Cap’! I don’t know what you want me to say!”

“You know exactly what I want you to say, and you’d better say it fast or you’ll feel the fire from this paddle again,” he said, smacking his palm.

“Okay, okay! I stole your hamburger! Is that what you want?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good, now this can finally be over.” Starsky raised up and felt Dobey’s meaty hand push him back in place.

“Over? We’re just getting started. Now, I want you to count after every two smacks of the paddle. If you forget, I’ll have to start over. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Starsky answered miserably.

>>>smack<<<

“Ow, what?”

“Answer me with respect.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir. Captain Dobey, sir.” Starsky answered, covering all the bases.

“Don’t push it,” Dobey said, holding up the paddle and smacking both ass cheeks quickly.

The sudden sting took his breath away almost making him forget to count.

“One.”

>>>smack, smack<<<

“Two.”

>>>smack, smack<<<

“Three,” Starsky uttered through gritted teeth.

Dobey brought down the paddle again in quick consecutive strikes. Once he got to six, he noticed the pink of Starsky’s cheeks gradually turning a bright red.

>>>smack, smack<<<

“Seven!” Starsky shouted, hissing in pain.

The tender cheeks of Starsky’s ass were on fire. He didn’t know how many Dobey was going to give him, but he knew he couldn’t take much more.

Dobey continued to warm Starsky’s cheeks and Starsky continued to count until they reached ten.

“Cap’, I mean, sir, how many are you gonna give me?” Starsky asked, staring at the paddle with dread.

“As many as I think you need.” And with that answer, Dobey brought the paddle down again, on the same spots as before.

“Christ! Eleven!” Starsky found it difficult to remain still and started twisting his butt from side to side, trying to avoid the blows.

Keep still!” Dobey yelled.

Starsky stopped immediately and prepared himself for the next sharp sting of the hard, wooden torture devise. All those times he happily played table tennis with Hutch, he had no idea that this innocent little piece of wood would cause him so much agony.

Two more hard smacks.

“Twelve!”

“Starsk.”

“Please Cap’, sir, no more!”

“Starsk, babe, wake up!”

Starsky’s eyes popped open to find himself in bed next to Hutch-- who was sitting up, with concern in his eyes.

“Starsk, you all right?” Hutch asked.

Starsky waited for his heart to slow down and catch his breath before answering. He was still a bit disoriented and very relieved it was only a dream. “Yeah, why?”

“You shouted twelve, then said, ‘Cap’, sir, no more!’ Were you having a dream about Dobey doing something to you?”

Hutch would never know how right he was, but there was no way Starsky was going to tell his lover that he had dreamt about Dobey spanking his ass-- his bare ass with a ping pong paddle.

Starsky glanced at Hutch. “Um...nothin...go back to sleep.” He rolled over and did just that.

Hutch was perplexed but decided to shrug it off. He laid back down and spooned Starsky with his arm around him-- as he joined him in sleep.

S&H

“I’m so hungry,” Starsky complained. “I told you all the party snacks would be gone if we were late.” Starsky sat sulking on the couch, with his elbow on the arm and his head resting on his palm.

“I’m sorry Starsk, but how would I have known that there would be so much traffic at 1 pm, on a Saturday,” Hutch said, patting Starsky on the knee. He got up and walked to a table scattered with pieces of uneaten candy and empty bowls. Hutch spotted a bowl half full of “Good ‘n Plenty” candy, so he brought it over to him.

“Look what I found.” Hutch was full of enthusiasm, as if he found the last morsel of food on earth and was bringing it to his starving lover. He held the bowl in front of Starsky’s face.

Starsky glanced at the contents of the bowl and frowned. “I hate black licorice,” he said, going back to sulking.

Hutch placed the bowl on an end table and stood over his brooding partner. “Look Starsky-- Rosie invited us to her seventh birthday party so we could celebrate with her, not sit here and sulk just because you’re hungry. I’m sure they’ll be serving food soon. Can’t you ignore your stomach for once and enjoy the party...for Rosie’s sake,” Hutch implored, his cerulean eyes soft and sincere.

Starsky looked up. “You’re right Hutch. This is about our little Rosie, not the fact that I’m starving...to death,” he added, rubbing his stomach like he had a terrible belly ache.

Hutch made a face. “Ya know, you wouldn’t be so hungry if you had drunk some of that protein shake I made.”

Starsky grimaced. “There’s no way you could have gotten me to drink that weird concoction of yours. I’d rather starve,” he said with conviction.

“Okay, so there you are,” Hutch said, getting up and walking over to where Rosie and her friends were playing a game.

In another area, a small group of children were hitting a red balloon to one another, and it got away, landing on the floor next to Starsky.

“Hey mister, why didn’t you hit it back?” the girl asked, picking up the balloon.

Starsky smiled at the child and took the balloon from her. “You want me to hit it like this?” He threw it in the air and knocked it towards the other children.

“Wow!” the girl exclaimed, then ran back to join the game.

Edith came out of the kitchen and saw Starsky on the couch and went right over to him. As soon as Starsky saw her, he stood grasping her hands.

“Edith,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“David. I’m so glad you and Hutch are here. Rosie would have been terribly disappointed if you hadn’t come.”

“Oh we wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Starsky grinned.

“Good. Now I have to go back and tend to the food. Excuse me,” she said, going inside the kitchen.

Starsky looked towards the kitchen, then at Hutch-- who was crouching next to Rosie. Starsky went to lean against a wall, with his arms folded and his foot across his ankle. As he waited for Edith to leave the kitchen, he smiled and nodded at each adult guest who walked by.

When Edith finally came out and was far enough away, Starsky dashed into the kitchen and started searching for something to eat. A delicious savory smell wafted through the kitchen, and he sniffed the air. The wonderful aroma lead him to the stove and a boiling pot. He glanced back to make sure the coast was clear, then lifted the lid to reveal navy beans, in a rich tomato sauce, with cut up pieces of hot dogs throughout. He remembered his Ma making this for him and Nicky when they were kids.

Starsky began to salivate and had to have a taste, so he picked up a spoon from the counter and scooped up a little. After blowing to cool it, he shoved the spoon into his mouth. Just then, Edith came back to the kitchen and witnessed Starsky with the spoon in his mouth.

“Starsky! What on earth are you doing!” Edith shouted, perturbed with her arms akimbo.

Starsky startled and dropped the spoon into the pot.

“Oh Lord! You dropped the spoon that was in your mouth back in the pot!” Edith was beside herself, holding her forehead.

Starsky looked worriedly from the pot to Edith, then back to the pot. His cobalt eyes were bright with astonishment.

“I’m so sorry Edith. It’s just that I was so hungry,” he explained.

Edith went to the stove, grabbed the offending spoon, and threw it into the sink. “David, you could have asked me for something to eat, instead of stealing it. I’ve taught my children that stealing was wrong and I’m sure your mother taught you that also. Plus, you’re a policeman and you should know better.”

Starsky hung his head. “You’re absolutely right Edith and I’m very ashamed of my behavior. Can you forgive me?” Starsky asked, with all the charm he could muster.

Edith observed him for a moment, then walked over to one of the drawers, opened it and took out a wooden spoon.

Starsky’s wide eyes went from the spoon to Edith, and he didn’t like the look in her eyes or the smirk on her face.

“Um...what’s that for?” he asked, nervously.

“Well as you know Officer Starsky when someone steals they should be punished. Wouldn’t you agree?” Edith asked, tapping the spoon against her palm.

Starsky swallowed hard and his mouth went dry-- so much so that he found it difficult to answer her. “I…um guess. Are you gonna punish me with that?” he asked, feeling the knot in his stomach getting tighter.

“Good job of deduction, Officer. Now follow me.” Edith walked from the kitchen carrying the utensil of his doom. When she noticed Starsky wasn’t following her, she turned back and saw him standing there staring at the floor.

“David, I suggest you not make this any harder than it has to be by disobeying me.” She turned away again and this time Starsky reluctantly followed her. When he emerged from the kitchen, he immediately saw Hutch sitting on the couch with Rosie on his lap.

Hutch glanced at him and saw the worried look on his lover’s face. He frowned and mouthed, ‘What’s wrong?’

Starsky pulled in his lips and shrugged as he followed Edith into the den.

Edith shut the door and turned to Starsky. “Take off your jacket.”

Starsky removed his jacket and laid it on the desk.

“I think to make this count, you’ll need to take down your trousers,” Edith commanded, nonchalantly.

Starsky blinked at her. “You want me to take down my pants?”

“Yes. It’s a lot more effective the closer it is to the skin,” she smiled, going to stand next to a chair.

Starsky blew out a breath, then opened his belt, pulled down his fly and let his pants drop on top of his Adidas.

“Now, lean over the back of this chair. You can hold onto the arms for support.”

Starsky shuffled over to the chair and bent down, grabbing the arms. Now Edith had full access to his vulnerable butt cheeks, covered only with a thin layer of cotton. He was just grateful she didn’t want to give him a bare-ass spanking. He waited for what seemed like forever before he felt movement behind him.

Figuring this was probably the last chance he had to stop this, he tried to reason with her...“Edith, you know, you don’t have to do this,” Starsky implored, leaning up to look over his shoulder. “I promise I’ll never steal anything ever again.”

“Well, I’m just going to make sure you don’t.” With that, Edith pushed him back down, pushed his dress shirt up his back and quickly smacked the spoon on his right butt cheek.

Starsky hissed at the sudden sharp bite of pain. He remembered his mother applying a wooden spoon to his eight-year-old butt, but he didn’t remember it stinging this much.

Before long, Edith was in a rhythm, alternating from one butt cheek to the other. She’d hit the same spot each time, causing Starsky to cry out and move his butt from side to side in an effort to avoid the smacks.

“Edith, please that’s enough, please! Starsky shouted, not caring that he might be heard from just outside the door.

Edith continued to smack his now quite tender ass, ignoring Starsky’s cries.

“Ahhh, Christ!”

“Are you using the Lord’s name in vain?” Edith asked, pausing the spoon for a moment.

“Nooo, nooo!”

“Starsk, wake up...wake up.”

Starsky felt someone shaking him and he opened his eyes to find Hutch looking at him. He realized he was lying on the couch, safe and sound, with Edith nowhere in sight. He sat up and placed his feet on the floor, still a bit disoriented.

“Oh, I must have fell asleep,” he said, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Yeah and you were crying out in your sleep again. It’s the second time you woke up screaming. Starsk, what’s going on? Do you wanna talk about it?” Hutch placed a comforting hand on his lover’s thigh.

Starsky thought about it, but decided it was just too embarrassing. “No. It’s nothing. I gotta go pee.” He jumped up and dashed to the bathroom.

Hutch looked after him and sighed. He didn’t understand why Starsky didn’t want to talk to him, and it hurt to know that after all they’ve been through, Starsky felt he couldn’t confide in him about this. Hutch knew he had to figure a way to get him to talk. Plus, he was very curious to find out that these dreams were about.

S&H

After retiring for the evening, Hutch turned over in bed to wrap his arm around his sleeping lover, but his arm landed on an empty space. He sat up and glanced at the clock- midnight. He surveyed the room for Starsky. Finding himself alone, he jumped out of bed, stepped into his pajama bottoms, and padded to the living room, where he found Starsky slouching on the couch.

“Hey. Was I snoring again?” Hutch smiled, sitting beside him.

Starsky turned his head and gave him a small smile. “No, not this time.”

“Then why are you out here?”

Starsky remained silent, raising his eyes towards the ceiling and sighing.

Hutch moved closer to him and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Babe, you know you can tell me anything and I won’t judge or make fun of you?”

“You say that now, but that might change after I tell you.”

“It’s alright Starsk—just tell me,” Hutch assured, turning the squeeze into a massage, relieving the knotted muscles in his shoulder.

Starsky glanced at his lover, took a deep breath, and began--

“Well, remember the night I woke up screaming, ‘Cap’, sir, no more.”

“Yeah.”

“This is so embarrassing.” Starsky sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

“Go on babe, it’s okay.”

Starsky removed his hands from his face and looked deep into his lover’s soft, sincere eyes and that look gave Starsky the courage he needed to tell him.

“Cap’ was…um…spanking me.” Starsky gave Hutch a side glance.

Hutch raised his eyebrows. “Captain Dobey gave you a spanking?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Hutch asked.

“I took, um…stole his hamburger off his plate as we were leaving the squad room.”

“Yeah. I remember I asked you where you got it from, and you told me off Dobey’s plate. In the dream, he spanked you for that?”

Starsky nodded.

“What did he use?” Hutch felt a laugh coming on, so he rubbed his finger across his mouth to hide it.

“You’re gonna laugh.”

“No Starsk, I promise I won’t.” Hutch took his finger away from his mouth and did his best to look serious.

“A ping pong paddle.”

“A ping pong paddle? Wow, I bet that stung,” Hutch remarked, doing his best to suppress his laughter.

“I know you wanna laugh, so go ahead,” Starsky told him, dejectedly.

Hutch gave himself permission to chuckle. “Starsk, you have to admit it is pretty funny.”

“It wasn’t funny in the dream. In the dream, it hurt like hell. It felt like my ass was actually on fire when I woke up.”

“Dreams can seem very real. Why do you think you had the dream?” Hutch asked, leaning back, putting on his hypothetical psychologist’s hat.

“I dunno,” Starsky said simply, with that adorable clueless expression he sometimes wore.

“I think ya do. I think you felt guilty about taking Dobey’s hamburger and you knew you needed to be punished for it.”

“Ya think so?” Starsky asked, his indigo blue eyes filled with regret.

“Yeah, I do. Tell me about the other dream.”

“Well, that one didn’t have anything to do with reality. We were at Rosie’s seventh birthday party, and I was really hungry. We got there late, so most of the party snacks were gone. I knew Edith was going to serve food, but I couldn’t wait, so I snuck into the kitchen. She caught me at the stove eating out of the pot.” Starsky shrugged, giving Hutch a weak smile.

“So, lemme get this straight. You once again stole someone’s food in the dream?”

It dawned on Starsky what Hutch was saying. Both dreams did focus on him taking food from someone, but why was one based in fact and the other wasn’t? He posed this question to his knowledgeable lover.

“That’s a hard one,” Hutch replied, “but maybe it’s because Edith represents a mother figure to you and what do mother’s do when their children misbehave?”

“Spank ‘em, but I don’t think of Edith as a mother figure.”

“Maybe you don’t consciously, but in your subconscious mind you might.”

Starsky sat quiet for a moment, contemplating what Hutch said. He had to admit, it did make some sense. “Well, I sure hope they’re over with. Those dreams were so real. I hated feeling the sting from that paddle and that wooden spoon.” Just thinking about it caused him to feel the sting in his cheeks.

“There’s one thing you didn’t mention,” Hutch asked, leaning closer to Starsky.

“What’s that?” Starsky answered.

“Were the spankings bare-assed?”

Starsky looked Hutch in the face. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just curious,” Hutch said, innocently.

Starsky narrowed his eyes. “One was,” he answered.

“Which one?”

“Hutch, seriously, why do you need to know that?”

“Like I said, just curious.” Hutch tried to not let on how much he was enjoying this.

Starsky waited a beat before finally answering. “Dobey,” he said, in a low voice.

“Dobey gave you a bare-ass spanking?” Hutch couldn’t contain the glee that shined in his bright blue eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Now, can we just forget about it and go back to sleep, please?” Starsky got up from the couch visibly irritated and padded back into their bedroom, without waiting for an answer.

Hutch stayed on the couch imaging his lover’s bubble butt getting spanked. After shaking the image from his mind, he got up and stood in the doorway of their bedroom, with his arms folded. He watched Starsky climb into bed, pull the covers up and turn on his side. He crawled on the bed and placed a kiss on Starsky’s cheek and another one on his neck, nuzzling it.

“Hutch, just leave me alone. I wanna go back to sleep,” he snarled, pulling the covers higher over his shoulders.

Hutch sat on the edge of the bed. “Babe, I know you’re upset and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept pushing you to tell me what happened, but it was just...I mean, in both dreams you were getting that hot, sexy ass of yours spanked.”

Starsky turned onto his back to look at Hutch. “Yeah, so.”

“So...it kinda...made me…”

Starsky sat up blinking in disbelief. “Made you what...horny? It turned you on?”

Hutch shrugged, smiling bashfully. “Well, you know how much I love your ass and I never imaged it getting that kind of attention,” he confessed.

“Yeah, painful attention,” Starsky said, appalled.

“Ya know Starsk, it doesn’t have to be painful,” Hutch said seductively, as he pulled the covers off his lover.

Starsky took in a sharp breath from the sudden chill moving over his exposed chest and arms.

“Turn over,” Hutch ordered.
Starsky looked suspiciously at his life partner.

“Go on... I promise it won’t hurt-- unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Hutch added, with a smile that Starsky couldn’t quite decipher.

“What the hell is that suppose ta mean?”

“Starsk, don’t tell me you don’t trust me,” Hutch said, innocently.

“Okay, I won’t tell ya.” Starsky sat up cross-legged on the bed, with his elbows on his knees.

“Starsky, you mean to tell me that after all we’ve been through, before and after we became lovers-- you’re not going to trust me now? You’ve hurt me to my core.” Hutch turned his back, lowered his head, and covered his face with his hands, pretending to be really upset.

“Aw, Hutch I’m sorry,” Starsky said, crawling towards Hutch and removing his hands from his face. “You want me to turn over? Okay.”

Starsky crawled back to the center of the bed and laid down on his stomach, with his arms folded under his chin. “Is this what you want, babe?”

Hutch looked back. “Yeah.” Then quickly pulled off Starsky’s pajama bottoms, revealing his ample bare backside.

Starsky hissed again from the sudden rush of cold covering his now naked body. He felt goose bumps all over his skin.

“Hutch, is a window open? I’m freezing,” he acknowledged, shivering.

“Don’t worry partner, I’m gonna warm you up right now.” Hutch blew into his hands and rubbed them together, then placed one on each butt cheek, massaging them like he was gently kneading dough.

Starsky moaned loudly.

“Ya like that babe?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah,” Starsky answered, his voice deep with arousal.

“How ‘bout this?” Hutch raised his hand and brought it down on one of Starsky’s butt cheeks.

“Ahhh! Hutch! What the hell!” he yelled, looking back at Hutch.

“Why do you think I did that?” Hutch asked, sliding his hand over his partner’s stinging cheek.

“How the hell would I know?”

“Why were you spanked in those dreams?” Hutch asked, a bit too calmly.

“I took...stole food. Are you trying to say that I stole food from you too?”

“No Gordo, but you have done a few other things.” Hutch smacked the other cheek, then immediately rubbed out the sting.

“What? What other things have I done?” Starsky was trying to sit up to look Hutch in the face, but Hutch’s strong left hand kept him in place.

“Well, let’s see.” Hutch tapped his finger against his chin, as he thought about all the times that Starsky did something that pissed him off.

“There was the time when I was on stage singing with Sue Ann Grainger and you interrupted us by singing when I explicitly told you to sit down and shut up.”

“Hutch, I was enjoying the show and couldn’t help myself.”

“Ah, huh, then there was the time when you took me to that dilapidated old house and I almost broke my back falling off the porch.”

“It was a fixer-upper and you almost broke your back, it didn’t actually happen.”

Hutch gave his lover an exasperated look, then continued. “Then there’s the time when you caused my brand-new rod and reel to fall into the ocean.”

“No, no, you knocked it into the ocean.”

“Because you let it go,” Hutch explained, as Starsky groaned.

“And that other time when you blind folded me and let me walk out of your apartment and I fell into a bunch of trash cans.”

“Aw, come on Hutch-- that was a harmless little joke. I thought you had a sense of humor.”

“There was the time when Earl turned my car into a pimp mobile, complete with a fuzzy dash board- which I’m allergic to I might add.”

“That wasn’t my fault! I told him not to do anything supernatural.”

“Well, you brought me and my car there, so I consider what happened to be your fault.”

“Terrific,” Starsky murmured, miserably.

“Oh and there was the time when you messed up my scene in that western because you cracked your knuckles.”

“Like I said at the time- I was nervous. You can’t make an involuntary nervous reaction my fault.”

“Yes, I can.”

Starsky sighed and put his forehead on his folded arms, shaking his head in defeat. “So, I guess you’re gonna spank me for all those things.”

“Not unless you think you don’t deserve it.” Hutch continued to erotically caress Starsky’s buttocks as he spoke.

The motion of Hutch’s massage was putting Starsky into an erotic, mesmerizing trance, where he found it difficult to think straight.

“No, I don’t think I deserve it.” Starsky wanted to say it with more conviction, but his voice sounded like he was in a relaxed, dreamlike state.

“Then how do you think you should be punished for your sins?” Hutch slid his fingers between his cheeks, spreading them and toying with the small, puckered orifice.

“Jesus, Hutch! I don’t know! Just do whatever you’re gonna do! Please!” Starsky implored, his arousal taking over.

“I’m not going to do anything unless I have your permission,” Hutch told him, as he kept Starsky’s butt cheeks apart and blew along the crease. He knew that would send Starsky to the point of no return.

“Fine! Spank me!” Starsky shouted.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure!” Starsky shouted.

“Okay. Your wish is my command. Get on your hands and knees.”

Starsky quickly did as he was told. This was a position that he knew well, but not in this way. Even though he knew he wasn’t going to be fucked, just being in this position and the anticipation of what was about to happen to him made his cock swell.

Hutch watched as Starsky’s cock was becoming erect. He knelt behind his lover and ran his hands over his ass, then slid them up his back, stopping at the thick, dark curls. His fingers moved through the soft curls, pushing Starsky’s head forward. Then he moved his hands back down resting one on Starsky’s butt cheek, while his other hand reached between Starsky’s thighs to grasp his semi-erect, weeping organ.

“Hutch! Damn it! Whadaya doin ta me! Are you gonna spank me or not!” Starsky’s arousal went from the top of his head to the souls of his feet, causing his toes to curl. He anticipated a painful smack on his ass, but instead Hutch was sending electrifying jolts that went straight to his cock, making him hard. He didn’t know if he were coming or going and wished Hutch would either spank him or make him come.

Hutch looked down at his lover, with a wicked smile and brought his hand down hard on his right cheek, rubbing out the burn immediately. He did the same to his other cheek. Soon, he was smacking Starsky’s ass as though it were a set of bongos.

Starsky was beside himself with sensations of pain and the delicious relief of Hutch’s soothing hand. His arms felt like they were about to give out, so he leaned down on his elbows, with his arms around his head.

Hutch sat back to take in the two glowing orbs before him. He placed a hand on one and felt the heat beneath his palm.

Starsky was breathing hard, and trembling. “Hutch…why…did you…stop?”

“You don’t want me to stop?” Hutch asked, incredulously.

“I was so… close. I need you… to keep goin.” Starsky whimpered, not from the pain of being spanked- but from the torture of needing release.

Hutch had noticed that Starsky wasn’t crying out in pain. He’d only grunt after every swat, then moan as Hutch quickly soothed him. Starsky’s moaning sounded more like ecstasy, than agony.
He got back into position behind his lover and was about to make his ass even hotter, when Starsky stopped him.

“No Hutch, not like this.” Starsky got up on his knees and turned to face him.

Hutch’s brow furrowed, as he looked inquisitively at his vulnerable partner.

“Hutch, I need to be closer to you. I need to feel you,” Starsky implored.

Hutch observed his partner-- his rock-hard cock was rising towards his belly, bobbing with every motion. His chest was heaving, with a fine sheen of sweat covering his body and the pupils in his cobalt eyes were dilated from arousal. He thought Starsky had never looked more beautiful.

“What do you need, babe? Tell me.” Hutch’s bright blue eyes were pained with compassion for his friend.

“Over your lap,” Starsky said, in a soft voice.

Hutch sat on the side of the bed and Starsky crawled across his lap. His groin laid on Hutch’s strong thighs, with his cock hanging between them and his chest and legs resting on the mattress.

“Like this. Spank me like this.”

Hutch glanced down at Starsky’s reddened ass and began to slowly slide his hand over it, still feeling its warmth.

“Hutch, please. Smack it, then caress it. Please.”

Hutch lifted one knee to raise Starsky’s butt higher and placed a hand on his back, then began to spank him again.

“Harder,” Starsky commanded.

Hutch smacked his lover’s butt over and over, moving from one cheek to the other and relieving the sting right away. Soon his hand began to get tired and sore. If his hand felt like this, he couldn’t imagine how Starsky’s ass must feel. He didn’t understand how his partner was able to endure this without crying or pleading for mercy.

Hutch had to stop to shake the soreness out of his hand. He looked at his palm and saw that it was as red as Starsky’s butt.

“Starsk, what the hell man? My hand is killing me and you’re lying here not even howling in pain, just grunting and moaning, like you’re in agony or ecstasy- I’m not sure which. You should see what your ass looks like. I’m not doing anymore. Get up.” Hutch commanded, trying to push Starsky off his lap.

Starsky’s legs fell to the floor and his toes gripped the carpet so he wouldn’t fall to the floor. “Hutch, please!”

“No! Absolutely not! If you want to come, it’ll have the be the old fashion way,” Hutch said, adamantly.

“Alright.” Starsky sighed and put his legs back on the mattress.

Once Starsky got back into place, Hutch inspected his tortured cheeks. The entire surface of the firm globes looked as red as Mars. He felt horrible guilt to have done this to his soulmate, friend, and lover. He placed his hand on one cheek and gently slid it over the tender flesh.

“Babe, does it hurt a lot when I do this?” Hutch asked, watching Starsky closely.

“Not a lot, it feels good,” he admitted, putting his head on his folded arms.

“Starsky, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you make me go that far?”

Starsky leaned up on his elbows to look back at Hutch.

“Hutch, I really don’t know. You just started spanking me and at first it hurt, it hurt like hell, but right after you rubbed out the pain and that felt good...really good. The more you did that the more aroused I got. I was getting harder and harder, and I didn’t want you to stop until I came.”

“But Starsk, your butt...it’s almost purple. I was afraid I’d really hurt you,” Hutch said, with love and concern.

“Hutch, I have no idea what my butt looks like-- all I know is that it felt like my ass was on fire and you soothed it with a touch of your hand.”

“Are you still horny?” Hutch asked, continuing to slowly and seductively rub Starsky’s warm ass.

“Not really, but I’m gettin there,” he moaned.

“No more spanking,” Hutch reminded him.

“No more spanking.”

Hutch moved his fingers between Starsky’s cheeks and stroked the small opening, pushing the tip of his finger inside.

Starsky raised his butt so Hutch’s finger could go deeper. “More Hutch, please.”

Without hesitation, Hutch placed his hand on the small of his back, then removed one finger and replaced it with two. He wasn’t using lube, so his finger went in dry.

“Are you okay Starsk? Do you want me to get some lube?”

“No. I’m okay, keep going, deeper,” Starsky moaned.

Hutch pushed his two fingers as far as they would go and started moving them in and out of the tight opening.

Starsky’s cock sprang to life again and he started gyrating on Hutch’s thighs. He reached down, grabbed his own cock, and pumped it in time with Hutch’s finger thrusts. It became increasing difficult for him to remain on Hutch’s lap. At one point, he almost fell on the floor, but Hutch grabbed him around his waist to keep him in place.

“Hutch...oh God! I’m gonna come!” Starsky whimpered.

Hutch continued until he felt Starsky’s anal canal clamp down on his fingers and hot, cum spewed over Starsky’s hand.

Starsky was depleted and totally exhausted. He remained on Hutch’s lap, his body as limp as his cock.

Removing his fingers from Starsky’s ass, Hutch leaned over to get a tissue from the nightstand to wipe them, then threw it towards the trash can-- getting it in. He pulled out another tissue and handed it to Starsky.

“You okay, babe?”

Starsky sighed audibly, twisting his body slightly to look at Hutch. “Yeah, I’m terrific.” He grinned, wiping his cum off his hand.

“How’s the ass?” Hutch asked.

“Still really sore. How does it look?”

“It’s still really red.”

“Ya know Starsk?”

“Hmm?”

“I always knew you had an amazing ass, but I had no idea how amazing it really was.” Hutch leaned down and placed tiny kisses all over it.

Starsky chuckled. “I was surprised as well,” Starsky said, struggling to sit up and sliding to the floor. His behind touched the carpet and he hissed and rolled onto his hip.

“Come on, get up.” Hutch stood, offering his hand, pulling Starsky to his feet and helping him lie down on the bed, on his stomach. “I’ll be right back,” Hutch said, jogging into the bathroom. He returned quickly and sat on the bed next to Starsky.

“I’m going to put some Aloe Vera on your butt.” Hutch poured some of the lotion into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He placed them on each of Starsky’s cheeks, gently massaging the lotion into the tortured flesh.

Starsky took in a sharp breath, then moaned—loving the way the Aloe Vera seemed to cool down the burning and soreness.

“I don’t know how I’m going to able to do any sitting for the next few days,” he mumbled, into the mattress.

“Well, you could always strike your usual poise and lean against the doorway with your arms folded and your ankles crossed,” Hutch smirked.

“No, seriously. What am I gonna tell Dobey when I can’t sit down?” Starsky propped his head on his hand, to look back at Hutch.

“I dunno Starsk—maybe you can just say, ‘you spanked me in a dream, and it felt so real that now I can’t sit down’.” Hutch smiled, as his hands slid over his partner’s buttocks.

“You’re not being serious,” Starsky said, putting his head back down with a pout.

“Okay, okay.” Hutch thought about it. “How about tellin him you sat on a bee and now it’s too painful for you to sit.”

Starsky raised his head. The despair on the handsome face turning to joy. “That sounds good Blondie. Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it-- I mean it’s the least I can do, considering I put you in this condition.” The guilt Hutch felt came back full force.

Starsky turned onto his hip. “Mush brain, you didn’t do this to me.” He saw the frown of disagreement on Hutch’s face. “Okay, yeah, you did spank me, but I was the one who turned it into something more…severe. You would have never let it go this far if I hadn’t begged you to,” Starsky assured his lover with a smile.

“Then why did you beg me to?” Hutch asked, with soft blue inquiring eyes.

Starsky sighed. “Like I said before, I don’t really know. I guess it could be that pain/pleasure thing I read about.”

“Pain/pleasure thing?”

“Yeah, there are people who get turned on by pain,” Starsky explained.

“You think you’re one of these people?” Hutch asked, surprised by his partner’s revelation.

“Maybe…I guess...I dunno.” He shrugged. “I mean, every time you smacked me, it hurt like hell, and I didn’t know how I was going to endure another one, but right afterwards you rubbed out the pain and that felt really good...really good.”

“So, it wasn’t the pain you got off on, it was me soothing it right after?”

“Yeah. The more you soothed me with those big mitts of yours, the more I wanted you to keep spanking me, so you’d keep doing it.”

“Starsky.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not getting off on the pain, you’re getting off on the wonderful feeling of me making the pain go away—the pleasure,” Hutch explained, pouring more lotion into his palm.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. So I’m not a freak after all,” Starsky said, with lopsidedly grin.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Hutch said, chuckling.

“But I think you’re the one who’s the freak,” Starsky said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Me? What do you mean?” He asked stopping the massage and wiped his hands with a tissue.

“Well, you got all hot and bothered when you imaged me getting my ass slapped, right?”

Hutch rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face flush. “Yeah and I’m really sorry about that.”

“Hutch, why are you sorry? It felt good-- to both of us and that’s a good thing, until I had to get all freaky deaky.” Starsky grinned.

Hutch snickered and got up. “Well, I guess we’re both super freaks then. Come on, Rick James, I’m gonna run you a warm bath and pour some Epson Salts in it.”

Starsky looked alarmed. “Salt! Won’t that sting?”

“No dummy, it’ll soothe you. It’ll feel really good. Trust me,” Hutch said, padding towards the bathroom.

“I trusted you before when you told me you were gonna make my ass feel good, then you ended up giving me a spanking,” Starsky reminded.

Hutch stopped and turned around in the doorway. “Well, it did end up feeling good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah…real good.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“No problem,” Starsky answered, sheepishly.

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

Starsky laid there listening to the water running in the tub. He put his left hand behind him and touched his left butt cheek. The coolness of his hand felt good as he began to rubbed and gently squeeze his own backside. He did the same to the other cheek and began to moan, biting his bottom lip.

Hutch returned from the bathroom to the glorious sight of his lover’s hands rubbing his own ass. He came closer to the bed and looked down at him. After a few more seconds, Hutch cleared his throat causing Starsky to startle and glance back at him.

“How long have you been standin there,” he asked, chagrined.

“Long enough. You put on a good show.” Hutch grinned.

“I bet. Is my bath ready?”

“Yes, Mister Starsky. Your bath awaits,” Hutch said, bowing and gesturing towards the bathroom.

Hutch helped Starsky to stand. When he seemed to be having some difficulty walking, Hutch swept him off his feet and carried him to the bathroom.

“Hutch, whatcha doin? I can walk there myself?” Starsky kicked his feet pretending to protest.

“I know you can, but I wanted to get you in the tub before the water got cold,” Hutch explained, as he carefully maneuvered his partner through the doorway without incident.

“Is this practice for when you carry me over the threshold on our wedding day?” Starsky asked sweetly, resting his head on Hutch’s shoulder.

“Maybe, but why can’t it be you carrying me?” Hutch asked, putting him down, so he could climb into the tub.

Starsky placed one foot in the tub and gave Hutch a bewildered look. “Do I look like I own a pair of blue tights and a red cape? You’re built like a tree and probably just as heavy,” he said, putting his other foot in the tub and easing himself down in the comforting warmth of the water. He moaned, closed his eyes, and continued, “Besides, I nearly killed myself trying to carry you after Charlie Deek attacked you in that stairwell at Cabrillo.”

“Okay. I’ll let you soak for a while and be back,” Hutch said.

Ten minutes later. “Huuutch!!!”

Hutch came running, worried that something had happened. He appeared in the doorway, out of breath. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, but look,” Starsky said, holding up both hands and slaying his fingers.

“What am I looking at?” Hutch asked, annoyance in his tone.

“My fingers-- they’re all pruney,” he said, wiggling them.

“Then let’s get you out of the water.” Hutch went over to assist his partner.

“No, I got it.” Starsky grabbed the side of the tub and lifted himself out. He took the towel Hutch handed him and vigorously rubbed it all over his body, being careful to pat his butt gently.

“Does your ass feel better?” Hutch inquired, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh yeah. The Epton salts really helped get rid of a lot of the burning.”

“Good and it’s Epsom salts, not Epton salts”

“Oh,” Starsky uttered, padding naked into the bedroom to find something to wear that would be gentle on his butt. He grabbed a pair of cotton pajama bottoms from the draw, stepped into them, and gingerly pulled them over his still tender cheeks.

S&H

“I already know the answer to this, but I’ll asked it anyway. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, but isn’t it too late to eat?” Starsky asked, glancing at the small clock on the nightstand.

“Are you saying you aren’t hungry?”

“No, no-- I am hungry.”

Okay, then I’m going to see what I can rustle up for us,” Hutch said, going to the kitchen, with Starsky on his heels.

Hutch started pulling out various items to make sandwiches. He told Starsky to have a seat and the sandwiches will be ready in a minute. When Hutch glanced at him, Starsky was still standing.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe. I totally forgot.”

“That’s okay Blintz. I can just stand up and eat. It won’t be a problem,” Starsky assured with a smile.

“No, that won’t be comfortable. Why don’t you get a pillow off the couch while I finish making the sandwiches?”

“A pillow-- why didn’t I think of that?” Starsky snapped his fingers and started to jog to the couch, but his butt protected, so he slowly retrieved a pillow and returned to the kitchen. He set it on the hard wooden surface and lowered himself carefully onto it.

“Is that better?” Hutch asked.

“Yeah,” Starsky grinned, wiggling his butt to get more comfortable.

Hutch placed both sandwiches on the table, then went to the fridge and took out a bottle of beer for himself and a root beer for Starsky. He put it in front of him and sat down.

Starsky ate like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. He drained his root beer, then smiled, with his chin resting on his hand.

Hutch looked up from his sandwich. “What are you smiling about Gordo?”

“I’m so lucky.”

“Why do you say that?” Hutch asked, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin.

“Cause I have a lover who will do whatever it takes to make me happy,” Starsky answered, grasping Hutch’s hand.

“I’m glad I made you happy, but I’m still not happy about starting this whole thing. If it wasn’t for me wanting to spank you in the first place, you wouldn’t be having trouble sitting right now.”

“Hutch, come on. It’s not your fault that I turned out to be a big old freak,” he admitted, winking.

“Well, I’m still sorry. I didn’t enjoy hurting you like that, so please don’t ask me to do it again, okay?”

Starsky saw the pain and guilt in Hutch’s cerulean blue eyes. “Okay, Blondie, I won’t ask you to spank me again. Hell, I don’t think I ever wanna be spanked again anyway. I mean it might have felt good for a while, but now it doesn’t feel good...at all,” Starsky confessed, wincing as he repositioned himself on the chair.

“Good, then it’s all settled-- no more spanking.” Hutch yawned and got up from the table. “I don’t know about you, but I’m really tired. Let’s go to back to bed.” Hutch turned to walk towards their bedroom.

Starsky got up, yawning, and stretching. “We have a few hours before we have to be on duty,” he reminded Hutch.

Hutch furrowed his brow. “How are you gonna sit in the car?”

“As much as I hate this idea, we could go in your car, and I can lie down in the….” Starsky remembered what was occupying Hutch’s back seat. “Never-mind,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I could drive the striped tomato and you can lie in the back.” Hutch suggested.

“Good idea and when they see I can’t sit down, I’ll tell em I sat on a bee” Starsky told him.

“Right, now let’s get some sleep.”

S&H

The next morning, Starsky padded naked out of the shower to find Hutch sitting on the bed.

“Come here,” Hutch said in soft voice, crooking his finger.

Starsky went over and Hutch turned him around to check out his backside.

“So, how does it look back there?” Starsky asked, trying to look over his shoulder to see for himself.

“It looks pretty good-- most of the redness is gone.”

“Terrific!” Starsky said, relieved.

“Is it still sore?” Hutch asked, gently touching the skin.

“Yeah, but not as much as yesterday. Hey, you better get in the shower before we’re late,” Starsky warned as he went to the drawer to get a shirt.

Hutch jogged into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and returned with a towel around his hips. He stopped short at the sight of his partner struggling to pull his jeans over his bare buttocks.

“Starsk, what are you doin?”

“What does it look like I’m doin? I’m tryin to put my jeans on, but when I slide em up over my butt it really hurts. I even decided not to wear underwear thinking it would help, but it doesn’t.”

“Your jeans are too tight. I told you to keep at least one of your looser ones, but you refused saying your ass didn’t look good in them,” Hutch reminded him.

“Well, it didn’t. You never complained about my tight jeans before. You said you liked em that way,” Starsky said, wincing as he continued to try and slide the rough denim over his sore cheeks.

“You know I do-- me and every other female and some males you walk away from. I’m not complaining at all, Starsk. It’s just that wearing them now is a problem.”

Starsky continued to struggle. “Hutch what am I gonna do? You got anything I can wear?”

Hutch walked over to the drawer, took out a pair of his sweatpants and threw them at him. “Here, put these on.”

Starsky stepped out of his jeans and easily slid on the soft cotton fabric. “Thanks Hutch, you’re a life savior.” He looked down and noticed they were bunched up around his ankles, so he stooped down and rolled them up. After straightening, he glanced at Hutch for approval.

“How’s this?”

“Well, it’s better than going out bare-assed,” Hutch chuckled.

“Thanks a lot.” Starsky rolled his eyes, then put on his Adidas and shrugged into his leather jacket, while Hutch got dressed.

S&H

Hutch pulled the Torino in front of the precinct, with Starsky lying on his belly in back. He braked hard, almost throwing Starsky off the seat.

“Hutch! You did that on purpose!” Starsky yelled, stepping out of his car.

“No I didn’t Gordo. Sometimes I have a heavy foot.” Hutch smirked as he walked around the car.

Starsky glared at him as they walked up the steps.

Once they arrived in the squad room, Hutch went right to his desk and sat down. He looked over at his partner, who was cautiously approaching his chair like it was a dangerous creature. He stared at the hard wooden surface, swallowing.

Hutch sat back to observe him, covering the smile on his handsome face with a folder.

Starsky glanced at Hutch as his butt hovered over the seat.

“Go ahead-- see what happens,” Hutch urged.

Starsky’s butt tentatively met the seat and after putting his full weight on it, he waited a few seconds to see how it felt. Suddenly it began to sting badly, so he jumped up and rubbed his butt. He glanced at Hutch, then noticed all their fellow officers were staring at him.

Starsky was chagrined and began to giggle nervously, as he straightened up. “Um...I...um...”

“He sat on a bee,” Hutch said, rescuing his friend.

Starsky looked from Hutch to the officers. “Yeah, like he said, I sat on a bee,” he said, rubbing his left cheek for emphasis.

“Ouch! You poor thing,” a pretty blond female officer exclaimed, looking sympathetically at Starsky.

“Maybe you should get your partner there to pull out the stinger for ya,” an older officer suggested laughing, causing everyone to join in.

“Ha, ha,” Starsky laughed sardonically, putting his elbows on the desk, with his chin resting on the heel of his hand.

Hutch looked at his miserable partner. “Starsk, don’t let those turkeys upset you.”

Starsky straightened, just as Dobey came out his office. “You two come in here,” he said and went back, leaving the door open.

Starsky exchanged looks with Hutch, then they went inside.

“Sit down,” he barked, keeping his eyes on an open file in his hands.

Hutch looked at Starsky, shrugged and sat down.

Starsky remained standing, placing his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at ease.

Dobey looked up at Starsky. “I said, ‘sit down’”, Dobey commanded with his usual agitation.

“Um, Cap’ ya see,” Starsky began, giving Hutch a brief anxious glance.

“Hutch went into a convenience store for something, and I decided to sit on the hood of my car to wait and without realizing it, a bee got there first, and I sat on him-- now I can’t sit down,” he explained, pulling in his lips, and raising his eyebrows.

Dobey’s eyes widened, and a smile emerged on his chubby face. His cocoa eyes shifted to Hutch, who nodded sorrowfully.

Dobey leaned back in his chair and watched the curly haired man squirm at the scrutiny. After a few more uncomfortable seconds, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk.

“You sure your partner here, wasn’t finally fed up with you and decided to tan that hide of yours,” Dobey said, seriously.

Alarmed, both men looked at one another in terror, then brought their attention back to Dobey.

Slowly a smile formed on the big man’s face, and he let out an uncharacteristic boisterous laugh, pounding his fists on his desk.

Now, their looks of terror turned to astonishment.

Dobey wiped away tears of laughter. “That was a good one,” he said, then noticed that neither one of his men were laughing along with him.

Hutch was staring at him with wide bright blue eyes and Starsky’s mouth fell open.

“What’s the matter with you two? You didn’t find that funny?”

Both men exchanged glances and started laughing hysterically.

Dobey narrowed his eyes. “It wasn’t that funny.”

They stopped laughing abruptly.

“You’re right, Cap’n,” Hutch acknowledge, looking remorseful.

Starsky shook his head in agreement.

Dobey watched the two of them, trying to figure out what was going on. They were acting stranger than usual, like they were up to something.

“So, you sat on a bee, huh?” he asked, suspiciously.

“Yes Cap’, that’s right.” Starsky grinned.

“If you can’t sit down, how did you drive here?”

“I drove him, Cap’,” Hutch offered, eagerly.

“Yeah, I was lying on my stomach in the backseat.”

Dobey sighed. “I supposed you’ll want some time off.”

“Just a day or two Cap’. I’m sure I’m back in fighting shape or I should say, sitting shape,” Starsky chuckled.

Dobey glared at him, then glanced at Hutch. “I suppose you’ll want time off too.”

“Yes, sir, in case he needs help or to be taken to the emergency room, if I can’t remove the stinger,” Hutch explained deceptively.

After another pregnant pause, Dobey said, “One day. You be back here bright and early the very next day. Is that clear?”

Both men nodded.

“Good. Now get out of my office.”

“Yes sir,” Starsky said, saluting and heading quickly towards the door.

“Thank you Cap’.” Hutch got up and followed his partner.

S&H

It was afternoon by the time Hutch drove them home. As soon as they walked in the door, Starsky went to the couch and threw himself on his belly, with head on his folded arms.

“We have the rest of the day. What are we gonna do?” Starsky asked, hoping to do something fun.

Hutch slouched in a chair. “What do you wanna do”?

Starsky grinned broadly.

“I don’t think so, not with your sore butt. By the way, is it still really sore?”

“No, it’s not really sore, just a little sore.”

“Can you sit on it now?”

“Let’s find out.” Starsky flipped himself onto his back, sat up and put his feet on the floor. He wiggled his butt on the cushion to see if he felt any discomfort.

“Well…” Hutch said, trying to read his lover’s face.

“It’s good. Just a little soreness, but I still don’t think I can sit on a hard chair yet,” Starsky admitted.

“Maybe you can try it tomorrow. I’m going to start dinner,” Hutch announced going into the kitchen.

Starsky relished in the fact that he could sit on his ass again without feeling the burning sensation. He wished he knew it was going to be like this before he had Hutch spank him so long and so hard. He had no idea how anyone could get off on it.

S&H

After eating the meal Hutch prepared, they watched some TV until it was time to go to bed.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m beat,” Hutch stood and yawned with his long arms stretched out, then he realized. “Sorry, bad choice of word.”

“No problem. Hey, I’m beat too, not just my ass,” Starsky winked.

Hutch rolled his eyes and went to the bedroom.

Starsky followed and stood in the doorway, watching as Hutch was bent over adjusting the covers on the bed. He paid close attention to his ass, with a devilish smile on his face.
Hutch felt Starsky’s eyes on him and stopped, looking back.
“What are you smiling about now?”

“Oh, I’m smilin at that nice ass of yours. Come over here-- I wanna better look.”

“Starsk, what are ya doin? We’re both tired. I think we should just go to bed.”

“Come on. Humor me, will ya,” Starsky implored, not taking no for an answer.

Hutch sighed and padded over to him, turning around to put his ass in Starsky’s face. “There-- ya happy now?” he asked, with his hands on his hips.

Starsky cocked his head to the side. “Yes, very and just as I thought.”

Hutch turned around to face him. “What?”

“You have a very spankable butt yourself.”

Hutch’s bright blue eyes widened. “Starsky,” Hutch said, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t you even think about it.”

“What? I didn’t say I wanted to do it. I was just making an observation, that’s all.” He smirked.

Hutch narrowed his eyes at him. “That better be all,” he threatened as he climbed into bed and laid down.

Starsky sauntered over to the bed. “But on second thought, there are a few things you’ve done that could be considered punishable offenses,” Starsky acknowledged with a glint in his indigo eyes.

Hutch sat up. “Starsky, I swear to God…”

“There were all those times when you took food from me without asking. I believe that’s considered stealing,” Starsky told him with a cunning smile.

“Come on Starsk. You were gonna share it with me anyway.” Hutch grinned nervously.

“Howdaya know that? For all you know I wanted to eat the whole thing or maybe save it for later,” Starsky informed, climbing on the bed and creeping towards his anxious lover.

“Starsk, you wouldn’t,” Hutch said, holding out his hands defensively.

Starsky sat back on his heels and watch Hutch for a long uncomfortable moment. “Okay, you’re right. We’re both tired. Let’s get some rest. It can wait,” Starsky said with a matter-of-fact tone, as he slipped under the covers.

Hutch frowned. “What do you mean ‘it can wait’?”

“I mean, it can wait. Goodnight Blondie.” Starsky shut off the light, turned onto his side and closed his eyes.

Hutch sat in the dark, contemplating what Starsky seemed to be insinuating. Was he joking or was he actually going to spank me at some point? he asked himself, glancing down at the prone dark-haired man lying beside him.

Starsky could feel Hutch’s worried eyes on him. He smiled with wicked contentment, as he got himself into a more comfortable position and went to sleep dreaming of a tall, beautiful, blonde with warm, rosy butt cheeks.

The End or should I say, The Rear End