Behavior modification

      ‘Un-fucking-believable,’ Thea thinks to herself as her whole body is ignited by anger. What do you do when your boyfriend disappears without a word, doesn’t contact you at all and then drops the bomb that he had his hand broken?       Thea holds Kevin’s wrist in an iron grip while they are taking their exit from the dorms. Kevin stumbles after her and nearly falls down when his arm is tugged to urge him to go faster.        “Thea—” Kevin pleads.       “Shut up,” Thea cuts him off. “You are in big fucking trouble.” The fury in her voice makes Kevin cower.       She takes them to the hotel she’s staying at, the whole drive there spent in silence. That’s fine because there’s really no need to make a scene in public.        When the door closes behind them, the heavy silence presses on them, as if the world is getting ready for the impending storm.        Kevin is first to say something. “I’m sorry-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish before a slap lands on his cheek. Kevin touches his face and looks at Thea in shock.       ‘That was satisfying,’ Thea thinks as the slight burning feeling in her palm subsides.       “I’ve already told you to shut up,” she says, though feeling much calmer now. It’s wonderful how therapeutic it is to just slap someone.        Kevin’s head is lowered, as if he’s afraid that he’ll fuck things up more if he blinks wrong.        If it is even possible to fuck up more at this point.       “You don’t fucking answer me for a year and all you have to say now is ‘Sorry’?” With Thea’s every word Kevin looks smaller, hunching his shoulders and avoiding her eyes. It would make her laugh in different circumstances.       “Strip and get on the bed,” Thea says while going to her bag for necessary equipment. She’s come prepared because she wants the lesson to stick once and for all.        “Present.” The next command falls from her lips without her turning to check if Kevin follows through. But he knows what’s at stake so it’s a small chance that he disobeys now.        When Thea is ready, she turns to Kevin and immediately gets to action. She presses a lubricated finger into Kevin’s hole, the muscles squeezing her and trying to get the finger out. The kneeling man grunts, his voice muffled by the pillow he hides his face in.        Thea doesn’t linger there, ending the whole preparations after a minute - Kevin doesn’t need more. Besides, it’s meant to be a punishment, after all.       After making sure that Kevin doesn’t see what’s going on, she takes a small ginger root in hand, freshly peeled and shaped like a butt plug. She’s used it with Kevin before, and the man hated it so much that it became an excellent tool for punishments,        Thea circles Kevin’s hole with the ginger slowly, then starts inserting it. Kevin moans but otherwise doesn’t struggle. All in the right time - the burning is yet to appear.       When the base of the improvised plug touches the rim, Thea slaps Kevin’s ass. “Over my knees.” She sits down and waits for Kevin to move.        When the man lays in her lap, cheeks burning at the humiliating position, the ginger seems to have started working its wonders. Kevin squirms at the burn but stays silent still.       It won’t last probably when they’ll get to the main part, so good thing that Thea came prepared.       A ball gag does wonders for the volume, so they won’t disturb other hotel guests.       Kevin whimpers when Thea touches his ass cheek with a hairbrush. Good - he should be scared.        “I’m giving you twenty,” she says and adds, “Additional five if you squirm too much.”        The hits fall immediately, transferring all the frustration to Kevin’s skin. The man tries to keep his voice down, but after a few minutes shouts escape his throat. The ball gag was a fantastic choice, as it turns out.        With every hit, Kevin’s muscles squeeze and the burning from the ginger grows worse. It’s not something Kevin has control over, no matter how much he wishes to. His ass becomes red from the hairbrush, and sitting down will definitely be hell for the next few days - a sound reminder of the punishment. With the last hit, most of Thea’s anger disappears, leaving an empty space behind. Sadness fills in unexpectedly, and she needs to take a deep breath not to get overwhelmed by it.       Thea frees Kevin from the predicament slowly. All the tools land on the floor for now because there are more pressing matters on hand.       They both lay on the bed, cuddled together, with Kevin’s head pressed against Thea’s chest. She can feel his silent tears falling, wetting her skin.        “Do you hate me?” Thea asks, the question nagging her mind since Kevin disappeared from her life.       Kevin’s head shots up, nearly hitting her chin. “What? No!” His face is full of disbelief, and Thea knows that his words are sincere.       She smiles up at him and cups his cheek. He is the same Kevin she knows but quite different at the same time. The green eyes still seem haunted but now it’s like there’s a new tiny spark there. The dark circles on his face don’t seem to be so prominent, giving him a more youthful look.        Still her Kevin but now she needs to get to know this version of him.        Thea puts her lips to Kevin’s, kissing him gently like she knows he always liked. The man seems to melt into the touch, pressing closer to her.        ‘So some things don’t change,’ Thea notes with relief.       When they share a look, their eyes are full of emotions they can’t really decipher. In the silence, they seem to say ‘I missed you.’