Submission of Lucas

Redemption and Submission

The dimly lit bedroom was filled with the soft glow of the moon, casting shadows across the familiar space. Lucas stood by the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathered the courage to speak. It had been a week since the incident, when he bust out on Adam. A week of self-reflection and regret.

    He knew he had to make things right with Adam, to confess his true feelings and submit to whatever penance Adam deemed fit.

    "Adam," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I... I need to talk to you."

     Adam, lying on his side, propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes curious yet guarded. "Yeah, Lucas? What's on your mind?"

     Lucas took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened... and I want to apologize. I overreacted, and I said things I didn't mean. I'm truly sorry, Adam." 

     A faint smile played on Adam's lips, and he patted the spot on the bed beside him. "Come here, Lucas. We're friends, and friends forgive each other. Sit down and talk to me." 

     Lucas felt his eyes welling up as he sat beside Adam, the weight of his guilt lifting slightly at the warmth in Adam's voice. "I know I went too far. I shouldn't have accused you of not respecting my privacy. I realize now that I was just frustrated with my own situation." 

    "It's okay, mate. I understand. We've been friends for a long time, and we've always been there for each other. I could tell you were struggling, and I wanted to help." Adam's voice was gentle, devoid of any anger.

     "You've always been there for me, and I should've trusted you. I feel terrible for pushing you away," Lucas said, his voice cracking. "I want to make it up to you, Adam. I want to do something to show you how sorry I am."

     Adam's gaze softened. "You don't have to do anything, Lucas. Your apology means a lot. But if it helps you feel better, I'm willing to listen to your idea." 

     Lucas took a wooden hairbrush from behind his back, his face flushed. "I want you to spank me, Adam. I want you to punish me for my behavior. I think... I think I deserve it." He held out the brush, his hands trembling slightly.

     Adam's eyebrows shot up, and he took the brush, examining it curiously. "A hairbrush? You want me to spank you with this?"

     Lucas nodded, his eyes downcast. "It was my mother's idea of discipline. She used to spank me with a brush when I misbehaved as a child. I thought... maybe it would help me feel like I've paid for my mistakes."

     Adam placed the brush on the bedside table, his expression turning serious. "Lucas, I'm not sure this is necessary. I accept your apology, and I don't hold any grudges."

     "Please, Adam," Lucas pleaded, looking up at him with tearful eyes. "I need this. I need to feel like I've been punished for my actions. It'll help me move on and feel like we're starting fresh."

     Adam sighed, considering Lucas's request. "Alright, Lucas. If this is what you truly want, I'll do it. But we're doing this my way."

     Relief washed over Lucas, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course. Whatever you say."

     "Take off your pants and underwear and lie across my lap," Adam instructed, his voice taking on a firmer tone.

     Lucas's breath hitched, but he did as he was told, his movements filled with nervous anticipation. He positioned himself across Adam's lap, his face turned to the side, exposing his bare bottom.