Party Anyone

This was written around Halloween, but I just found it on my computer.

Party Anyone?

"Milton, can we have a party. Please, please, please."

"Don't beg, Austin. I don't like it."

"I want to do something for Halloween. We never have any fun."

"Really?" Milton said, his eyebrows rising. "Last night I thought you were having fun. Was I wrong?"

Austin blushed a loverly shade of red, color rising over his cheeks and splashing on his forehead. "You know what I mean."

"I do, but I expect clarity of statement, boy."

"I want to have a costume party, and bob for apples, and eat lots of candy." Austin shot Milton a pleading grin. "All our parties are at Gordon's, and I have to wear a tie."

"What exactly and how bad is this idea I'm being talked into?"

"It won't be bad. We'll clean up afterwards. I promise."

"So what do you want to dress up as?" Please, Milton thought, nothing too extreme, not that he wouldn't like Austin as a harem slave boy, but Milton would have to beat the rest of the guests off with a baseball bat.

"As a brat."

"And does this little brat want a spanking?"

"Yes, sir," Austin said with a grin.

"What have you done to deserve one? Did you get lost in the woods? Did you drive too fast? Did you forget to do the dishes? Did you not eat your vegetables?"

"All of the above."

"Bad brat." Milton grabbed Austin and muscled his brat over his knee, trying desperately not to laugh. "What should I do? I'll just have to suffer through spanking my naughty brat."

Austin squealed and bucked at the first slap. His butt colored to a delightful pink. Milton squeezed the tender flesh. “Was that enough to make my bratty boy behave?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll never be naughty again. I’ll be a good brat. I’m sorry. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll eat all my vegetables and not drink soda before bedtime. I promise.” Austin’s litany of promises was interrupted by him breaking into giggles.

“Why don’t I believe you?” Milton asked with a smile. “I think I’ll just have to add a wee bit more color.” Milton slapped the enticing pink cheeks, finishing with a flurry of harder swats.

“Meanie.” Austin twisted around to wrap his arms around Milton.

“Color looks good on you, and you did ask. So what does a brat wear at a Halloween party besides a pretty red ass?”

“Do I need anything else?”

Milton groaned, “You’ll be the death of me, boy.” He ruffled Austin’s hair. “Do you want us here for the party, or should I work late? And, boy, you will be wearing clothes either way.”

“I want to see you bob for apples--big bad master, blindfolded and on his knees.”

“Brat,” Milton roared and landed a swat on Austin’s exposed hip.