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Traffic Stop

by Y Lee Coyote

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 19 Aug 2011

The following story is fiction for the SSC.  The story contains a scene of a m/m strapping.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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They were driving together when suddenly there were the dreaded flashing red lights behind them and the staccato siren blasts signaling to pull over.  Lars flipped on the turn signals and drove onto the shoulder.  Nick sat silently in the passenger seat as the police officer examined papers and wrote the citation.  Both father and son had discussed what would – must – happen for such a serious infraction in addition to the law's penalty.  There would not be any need for a discussion of the offence since they both had witnessed it.  Both knew all the details of the infraction, the resulting citation issued and the agreed penalties.

This was men's business so when they got home, they retreated to the basement away from wife and mother; away from daughter and sister.  But the strap that hung on the wall was waiting patiently and more than ready to join their discussion.  It would do all the talking required.

The Strap was taken from the wall and handed to Nick who gave it a flick to get the 'kinks' out.  "Position, please." he said.  Although he was not anxious to do this, delay was an even worse option.

Lars stepped in front of the work bench and dropped his trousers and underpants.  He then bent over and gripped the end of the bench.  "Ready." he said simply.

Nick, extended his arm with the strap and found the proper place.  He did not bother with the  "Please count." as that was standard for their protocol.


"One." said Lars as required.

... ... ...


"That's it." said Nick, as he hung the strap back on its hook.  "I hope that you have learnt your lesson.  I don't like doing this at all."

"Me too!" said Lars rubbing his hot butt as they went upstairs.

* * * * * * * * * *

They had finished dinner when the question was asked.  "Dad, may I stay out late Saturday?  The guys want to go the amusement park and the bus gets back past my curfew.  I'm current with my chores and homework."

"Sure, Nick." replied Lars pleased that his fifteen year old son was so mature.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L.  August 19, 2011

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