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Aziraphale swallowed nervously, having sobered up from his brattiness imediately somehow and rushed to help Crowley out of the pond. His boyfriend was completely soaked. Everything was wet, underwear included, the water dribbled down into the socks and down his neck, his red hair plastered to his face and his eyes sending angry flashes towards Aziraphale.
Aziraphale tried to brush some duckweed off his shoulders and Crowley shrugged away. "DON'T touch me right now..." he hissed and Aziraphale backed off, slightly trembling.
"O... okay... Crowley, I am really sorry... I... did not want..."
"Shut it... I need a minute." and he walked over to the bench, removing his jacket, trying to wring it out carefully, then he groaned.
"Shit! I had the phone in my jacket... I expect an important call this evening..." he looked at the phone, which screen was of course black...
"Oh... Crowley, I am awfully sorry, please..."
"Yes, you will be!" Crowley yelled. "We need to get home, I need to write an email to my client that he must use the house line... and you!" he adressed Aziraphale now looking grim, taking the little pocket knife from his car key and handed it over. "YOU will cut yourself a switch... and don't you dare to chose one which is too thin... or I will cut you three..."
Aziraphale gulped. They hadn't even used the cane very often and a switch sounded rather seriously.
"Yes... sir..." he hung his head and went over to a hazelnut bush, looking for a suitable switch. He found one which was indexfinger thick and thought this should do quite alright. With a queasy feeling he cut it off and brought it over to Crowley, who swished it through the air. For a second Aziraphale feared he would get bend over the bench then and there, but Crowley handed it back.
"Good... put a wet handkerchief around the cut, we don't want it to dry out, do we... you can leave the leaves and bark on it for now... you will peel it, when we are home. We will have to take the bus, I can't drive the Bentley and wet the leather seats..." He looked down on himself miserably, not looking forward to be seen that way.
"May I... lend you my trainers? I also have spare socks... at least... you would not walk yourself a blister on your feet...?"
Crowley sighed "The idea is not bad, thank you for the thought, but I don't think they would fit... If I get a blister, then you will just get some, too..." Crowley threatened.
Aziraphale looked defeated. He would accept any punishment right now, just to see Crowley smiling again. Even if Crowley was visibly very angry, he stroke over his hair shortly.
"Let's get home to get this over with... I want out of this wet things... disgusting... everything sticks on me... and then we have a talk... that we DON't take out our bad mood on our loved ones... and I hope for you, that my phone still works after it dried..."
Aziraphale was trotting along behind him. Crowley could walk faster with his longer legs and he wasn't keen to stay wet for too long. Aziraphale looked at the switch in his hand... hopefully nobody passing by would know what it was meant for... he blushed at the thought.
In the bus, Crowley stood next to Aziraphale, who had sat down, trying desperately to remember how a pain free ass felt. Because he was very sure that this might change very soon. They were greated by other people, Crowley did not look very fond about that in his current state... and also Aziraphale preferred not to be asked about that stick in his hands...
Finally they reached home and Crowley undressed as soon as he was inside.
"I will take a shower... you put all that into the washing mashine... take the phone apart and set it out to dry, perhaps it works... after shower I have to write the mail to my client... in that time you will put your switch into a vase with water, cut a piece of ginger from the kitchen, put it on the table in front of the sofa, as well as a knife for peeling. And a glass of water... "
Water? What was that for? Aziraphale frowned. "You will also put the wooden spoon on the table... then undress. Completely, except for your underpants. Those stay on."
What had Crowley planned? Usually at least his butt was naked... why should he undress, but leave his butt covered? Aziraphale hurried to answer after an requesting glare "Ahm... yes, sir... I... will do as you say..."
"Good. When you finished everything stand in that corner. I will call you when we begin with your punishment."
"Yes... sir..." Aziraphale took Crowley's clothes and started to fulfill his tasks.
"Oh, and Aziraphale!"
He turned around "...Yes, sir?"
Crowley smiled briefly "Go and eat a banana first. Drink some water..."
Aziraphale smiled back "Thank you, sir."
He checked if he had put everything that was requested on the table, eyeing the switch and the spoon with worry. And what about that ginger? Whatever it was for, he had never heard of that. But he sure would find out, soon. He started undressing, folding everything neatly and went into the corner, wearing his underpants. That was still the strangest part...
Finally, after what felt like ages, Crowley was coming in and closed the door behind him. Aziraphale tensed up, shaking slightly, but waited in the corner for being called patiently.
"Come here, Aziraphale."
The blond man hurried to obey and eyed Crowley timidly. He looked being in a slightly better mood after being dry and clean again, but his yaw was clenched tight and he looked very firm and determinated at him. Hesitantely, Aziraphale kneeled down when he reached the sofa. Crowley rose one eyebrow.
"I haven't said anything about kneeling..."
"No... just... felt right... I am so very sorry, sir, please punish me..."
"You will be punished. But you know the drill. I want to hear from you what you are being punished for, Aziraphale..."
"Please..." Aziraphale hated that part but Crowley would not spare him that routine and looked at him expectantly. "Speak up, I can't hear you..."
Aziraphale took a shuddering breath, his eyes teary "I... was in a very bad mood... wasn't your fault... everything just went pear shaped today... and I know that is no excuse for my behaviour... I just lost it... I snapped when you criticised me... although you were even right... and I... kicked you... and you fell... and I did not want that... and you got wet and your phone, too... and that is all my fault..." he sobbed.
Crowley put one hand into his neck, soothing, but also steadying him to look at him further.
"I completely understand your mood... and although your attitude was really not very respectful you would probably have gotten away with a stress relief spanking. Not a punishment. But kicking me... making me fall into the pond... definitely shows me, that I went to soft on you the last weeks. That won't do, Aziraphale, not at all... and it won't ever happen again. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir... I am very sorry..."
"Stand up, over my knee. It is time for your butt to pay the prize it had coming to itself..."