This story is unbetaed so forgive me for the mistake, and I hope it all makes since. Thanks. (All mistake belong to me)I know the title sucks. Enjoy I hope. Sorry no spanking in this one, just some well place swats. ************ David and I were just pulling out of the local parking lot when Tigger's voice came out of my pocket, rolling my eyes; I pulled over and dug out my cell "Shut up" I told David as I flip my cell phone open. "Hello my sweet thing," I Answered. "Is this Gary?" A strange woman voice asked. I could feel my face burn red. "Yes," I told her. "Hi, um, well your friend Dillon asked me to call, umm, it seems he and I had a little accident, but ummm he won't let me call for emergency help cause, ummm he said you'd know what to do." She told me. At the word accident, my heart stopped. "Is he alright," I asked my hands started to shake, my mouth went dry, and I thought I was going to throw up. I must of turn white cause the next thing I knew. "What is it, is everything alright?" David asked from the passenger seat. I waved him off. "Well he says he is but," then I heard Dillon voice in the back ground. "No don't tell him now." "Do you want to talk to him," She asks I started to say yes," but then I heard Dillon "No not now, just tell him where we are at, so can come and get me." Dillon told her. "Oh sorry," She said When she finally told me where she was at, we were on our way, I called into dispatch telling them what we were doing and where we were going. David was asking question I could not answer. I finally had to tell him to shut up. "Just look for a powder pink BMW sport car." I told him when we pulled into the parking lot, "There, over there," David said pointing to the direction of young woman and a small crowed of people the young woman was doing cheerleader moves to catch out attention. I didn't see Dillon. Once we stop, I was out in flash. The young woman steps back and pointed to the side of her car, as she got out of our way. I saw Dillon laid out on the ground cover with two pink throw blankets. His head resting on a fuzzy pink pet pillow and pink towel that had Miss Priss embroidered across the bottom towel. Dillon held the towel that was now turning dark pink being against his forehead. "Hey. How are you doing?" I asked leaning over him to get a better look the whole time I was checking him out to make sure, he was still in one piece, and he was, thank God. "I got blood on your new shirt." He told me. "That's ok I can get it out." I told him wonder what he was talking about. "Hey kiddo, you look good in pink" David told Dillon as he was patting his leg for injuries. Dillon just growled at him and raised his finger to him. "Dillon" I snapped, he just gave me a sly grin. David did the assessment on Dillon for the simple reason Dillon would not let go of my hand and being we lived together I was not allowed to. I relayed the information he gave me to the hospital. Then we heard something coming through the parking lot not even bothering to slow down over the speed bump we could hear a crash and bangs, I glanced up to see a white ford pickup coming our way, it stops just behind our truck, and I saw a bear of a woman come around the truck. "Oh god," she said when she saw Dillon on the ground. "Sue, are you alright," she asked coming over to the young woman and wrapping her arms around her. "Yeah I'm fine; it's him that is hurt." She said pointing to Dillon. "What the hell happen," The woman yelled out. The young girl jumped, as and so did David and Dillon, I bite the inside of my check to keep from laughing, all brats are alike when a Top yell they jump. However, once the woman asked it only took the young lady a few minutes to tell us what had happened it seams. she was trying to plug in her dead cell phone and had to look down to find the phone when it slipped out of her hand and landed and fell on to the passengers floor board instead of stopping she just looked away for a minute when she heard a thud, she slammed on the brakes and Dillon fell to the ground. I looked back to where she was pointing and sure enough Dillon bike was laying in the road almost folded in half. "And that's way I had to call you on his cell phone cause mine was dead." Were her last words before the woman pointed to the car and said one word "sit" the girl did just that. "Gary, are you alright?" David asked. "Yeah I'm fine," I told him I had to shake me head to get the image of Dillon ran over out of my mind. The next thing we knew an officer approaching, and then we heard and ambulance off in the background Dillon just groaned at me. "That is why I wanted her to call you. I don't need all this, and I didn't want the police involved." He told me. "Your going to have to have a few stitches to close that cut up, love" I told him taping gaze to his forehead. "Can't you just do it at home?" He asked. I shook my head. "Dillon you were hit by a car your head hit a windshield so you need to go to the hospital to make sure you don't have any broken ribs or internal bleeding alright" he rolled his eyes at me. "So call me a worry wart." I told him he gave me on of his smiles, which made me feel better. I knew he was going to be alright, but I wanted a second opine. After the officer got the same story we did he let us go. It took another few minutes to get the ok to load Dillon into the ambulance, and we were on our way. I of course rode with Dillon. Once at the hospital David phone in to get our lunch break approved which it was granted. We stayed at the hospital, so I could stay with him. After a MRI Dillon was told what we already knew he was fine and could go home. The doctor also told him to rest for at least 24 hours. Then he looked over at me with a smile "No rough housing or any physical excursion" He started to leave when he turns around and said "Your helmet kept you from having severe head trauma, but since it had been in accident you need to replace it." He said and then walk out so Dillon could get dressed. That was one thing, he was constantly in trouble over was not wearing his helmet. His first spanking was over it and it took a few more and one serve paddling to get him to remember it and a threat of a blistering if he did it again. I called Allen to find out if he could come and get Dillon from the hospital and to take him home for me. He told me yes he be there in a few. Once I got Dillon settled into Allen car I gave him a kiss to his stitches. I waved as they drove off. "You drive," I told David. "You alright?" he asked when we got in. "Yeah," I told him I lied, and he knew it. He radioed in and said we where heading back to the bay. I gave him a look usually it was up to me to decide if we were heading back or not. Once there he pushed me toward the captain office, knocked once, and we walked in the captain as setting at his desk and we came in he came over to me and asked how Dillon was. David left us alone. The Captain pointed to his sofa, I sat then broke down into tears. It was devastating to see Dillon hurt but to see his bike crushed it just all come together it could have been worse than what it was,. Dillon got to go home, and I get to go home to him, I can hold him in my arms tonight kiss his forehead and hold him all night. Instead of calling his family and friends to tell him Dillon was killed in an accident. I let out a breath and stood up "I need to get back to work" I informed the Captain. "You need to go home," He told me, I tried to protest, but he opens the door, "David, take Gary home," He ordered. "I have my car, I'll be fine." I told him as I patted his shoulder as he did mine, and I headed out to the locker room, changed into my street clothes, clocked out then headed home to the one I love. One my way home I made a few stop one by the video store, another was to get ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. As I pulled up into the complex I notice Allen car parked in one of the visitor's parking spots. I just smiled I knew he would not just drop Dillon off and leave him home alone, and I also knew Dillon was not going to be happy camper about him staying. Another thing I saw was Dillon bike the only thing it was good for was scrap. "I don't need a baby sitter, I heard Dillon say as he lay on the sofa. "I'm brat-sitting. " Allen told him from the kitchen. "Not baby sitting, there is a difference" "Go home," Dillon demanded. "He doesn't have to," I told him from the door. Dillon turned around and looked at me all wide eyed then a sly grin crossed his face. "Long enough to hear you" I told him. Allen came over and relieved me of my stuff. I bent down giving Dillon a kiss to bandage on his forehead. "How are you doing?" I asked him as he sat up to give me room to sit. No sooner than I sat down my lap was full of Dillon, "I'm fine," Dillon told me wrapping his arms around my necked and snuggled closer to me. "Tell him to go home." Dillon whined at me. I gave him a light smack on his bear thigh. "Be nice." I ordered. Dillon just huffed and laid his head on my shoulder. "I put a roast in the oven it's on a low heat so it should be done around five thirty, six. I gave him a pain pill about fifteen minutes ago. Now that you are home he seams to be happy. So I will go, and let you take care of your little brat now." Allen said bending over giving us both a hug at the same time. "I'll let myself out I'll lock the door as I go out," He told us as he headed toward the door, "If you need tomorrow I'll be home." With that said I heard the door closed. "So when do I get ice cream?" Dillon asked me. "After dinner," I told him giving him a nip to the neck he jumps. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked him. "No, show me." Dillon said with a wicked grin. "I can't you have a head injury," I told him. I finally got wiggled around to where both of us was laid out on the sofa, Dillon laying half on top of me with his back to the back of the sofa and his head on my chest, I could gently run figure eights on his hip. Before long I could hear his soft snores, and the smacking of his lips as he slept. Closing my eyes I shuttered to think I could of lost him today. The next thing I heard was the timer going off on the oven telling me dinner was done. It was during dinner when Dillon actually spoke about the accident. "It was my fault." He told me while he put a fork full of smashed potatoes into his mouth. "What was," I asked him. "That I got hit by the car." He told me. "How's it your fault?" I asked "I was trying to get to the bus stop, and I went through the tunnel I didn't stop at that stop sign at the tunnel exit." He whispered to his plate. I drop my fork. Bikes are not suppose to go through the tunnels "If I would of stopped at the sign she would not of hit me," He said his voice was a little odd I could tell he was trying not to start bawling. "Come mere, love." I told him. Dillon was up and in my lap before I could get the chair pushed back far enough from the table. His arms were wrapped around my neck so tight I, though he was going to cut off my breathing. "It's alright your fine, alive and just a little bump" I told him. I could feel his head shake no, and then he mumbled something. I pushed him back so I could look at him. "Look at me" I ordered it took him a few minutes to make eye contact. "Did you just tell me you did not have it on properly?" I asked he nodded; I swatted his hip hard he jumped. "We've talked about this before." I told him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Let finished dinner, and we will talk afterwards." I told him, he only nodded and went back to his seat. When we finally got the dinner done with and thing cleaned up and put away. Dillon and I both sat on the sofa, facing each other. I didn't have to say anything Dillon laid it all out. He said that since he was in a hurry to catch the bus and the stop was not that far from the mall he didn't fasten his helmet so when he got hit the helmet flew off. Once he was finished he looked up at me eyes red, swollen and wet, I handed him some tissue, so he could blow his nose and wipe his eyes. "Are you going to blister me?" He asked. "Not with a head injury," I told him, but I had to think of another way to punish him, so he knew I meant business. "Go to your corner," I told him. He let out a ragged breath but got up and went to stand in his little area of the room. "Don't kick the wall, pick the paint, or turn around." I ordered as I got up. I went into the kitchen and found something to drink. I can't ground him cause, he has to travel for his work, I just shook my head how was I going to punish him for this with out it being physical. I picked up my cell phone and went into the bed room. I headed back to the front room and turn on Dillon's computer once it was loaded, and I found what I was looking for. "Ok love, turn around and have a seat." I told him as I pulled his chair back, he sat, I pushed his chair toward the computer "I want you to look at this site, it is not going to be nice, there is a lot of bloody and gory, but I have my reasons" I told him. I found a site that I was told about a while ago where there are pictures of Bicycles, motorcycles vs. vehicles accidents, "The next 30 minutes you are to surf through this site and take notes. Then after the time is up you are going to write an essay about why you should obey bicycles safety rules." I told him. He looked up at me, I could tell he was not a happy camper, but he didn't say anything he let out a sigh turned his eyes to the screen and slid down into his chair. I sat on the sofa a read my book. "Here," Dillon told me as he handed me a few papers. I took them "Take a shower to then we'll have ice cream" I told him. He left and I glanced at the essay the first sentence was "This is the grosses thing you have ever had me do as a punishment." After I read the essay I got up and went to the filing cabinet found his file and slid the essay into it. "Why do you save those," Dillon asked from the bathroom door. "Incase you need them for reference," I told him as I turn around, he was standing naked. His body hard from all the cycle riding he does, his cock hung Simi-hard to his left side nestled it in a fine patch of blondish red hair, his balls hung low and full. Dillon right hand came down and scratches his pubic area where a tattoo of a rainbow butterfly was at. The site of my lover standing like that made me hard instantly. "I need you to help me," He said giving me a sly grin. `Remember no physical excursion' I told myself as I started to strip out of my clothes. "Yeah right," I said out loud as I closed the door. It was about two weeks later that Dillon got a check in the mail from the insurance company that held the policy to the young woman that hit him, It was not all that big of a check but it was enough to get him a new bike, The one he picked out has a motor on it so after you got going good it would start up and you would not have to peddle anymore. Talk about being lazy butt.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Posted by Carol's Corner