Written By: Mel
Dave could not believe his good fortune, Four days at the Banff Springs Hotel, lift tickets for skiing, use of the Willow Stream Spa, dinners and breakfasts included, flights from Toronto to Calgary and a rental car from there to Banff. This would be followed by a return to Calgary , then a flight from there to Vancouver where they would stay for three days at the Fairmont Waterfront Hotel enjoying all the beauty and excitement of this coastal city, and he’d won it all. Never did he think when he bought the raffle ticket at the hospital, that he would be the lucky winner of the grand prize. He could hardly wait to get home and tell his lover.
They’d never taken a luxury vacation together; as he and Bobby had always opted for trips to the cottage and camping. They had liked quieter places where two men in a discipline relationship could be themselves without fear of censure. Places where they could both revel in the power dynamic between them. There was always something very heady about having his Brat all to himself with no outside obligations or interferences.
They had taken a long weekend trip last year to Quebec to go skiing but that was as fancy as they’d gotten. Now they’d be staying at what was affectionately known of as the Castle in the Rockies one of the finest luxury resorts in the country, followed by a stay in one of Canada’s most beautiful cities; this was going to be great, good for them both to relax and come together again. And doing it in the lap of luxury, well that couldn’t hurt either.
Three weeks later on a cold crisp February afternoon, two very happy men stood outside of the Fairmont Banff Springs Resort as their baggage was loaded onto a cart.
Bobby’s head was practically spinning on his neck as he tried to take in the majesty of the scenery and the opulence of the hotel. “Do you believe this place, Dave?” he asked. “Have you ever seen anything this incredible?”
Dave smiled and leaned into his partner to whisper, “Every morning when I wake up next to you.” Bobby was looking suitably pleased and slightly embarrassed by the compliment when his lover added. “Of course, this place doesn’t have morning breath.” That comment earned the doctor a punch on the arm.
Bobby couldn’t help commenting on the size of the hotel as they entered it. “It’s like a small city, must take half an hour to walk across one floor.” He exaggerated only slightly, as this was a huge hotel with almost eight hundred rooms.
They were quickly checked in and shown to their suite. Though not huge it was beautifully appointed, with an incredible view of the Rockies . The sitting room was very comfortable with sofa, two chairs, a small dinette, entertainment centre and a mini bar; which Dave had warned Bobby not to touch as mark up on the items within was nothing short of robbery.
The bedroom was more impressive still, with a king size bed with real down-filled duvet and silky soft sheets, (nothing at all like the sturdy stiff cotton found in your average Best Western) and large fluffy pillows. What impressed Bobby most though was the armoire that stood in the corner of the room. It was nearly as tall as the ceiling and about four feet wide. It had strong masculine lines, without appearing overbearing. The cabinet maker in him could not resist a closer inspection of the unit. It was obviously an old piece, perhaps not yet truly an antique but certainly early twentieth century. The craftsmanship was beautiful; he was amazed that such a fine piece of furniture would be found in a hotel even as nice a one as this. The finish had developed a beautiful patina with time and the wood felt as smooth as satin under his finger tips.
Dave watched his lover caress the wood and teased. “Should I leave you two alone?”
Bobby turned and stuck his tongue out, but replied enthusiastically. “It’s just such a nice piece, I’m going to do some sketches, I’m sure copies of this would sell very well.”
“I’m sure they would, babe, but maybe that can wait until later. What I’d really like to do now is to check out the bed and see if it’s just as nice a piece of furniture.” He pulled his partner into his arms and kissed him deeply. “Lose the clothes, Brooks.” He growled against the younger man’s neck.
Bobby pushed away laughing. “I thought you were hungry? Didn’t you want to go to the restaurant?” He didn’t make it two feet from his lover’s arms before he was pulled back roughly.
“I’m hungry alright, but unless they’re serving Robert Brooks Hot Buns in that restaurant, I’m not leaving this room.” He grabbed Bobby’s butt with both hands, firmly kneading the taut flesh with almost bruising strength. “I’ve got all I could want right here.”
“You trying to mark your territory?” The younger man moaned against him.
“You wanna believe it,” Dave replied possessively.
Within moments clothes were discarded, the duvet was thrown back and the room was filled with the sounds of pleasuring bodies.
The two happy lovers spent the next days partaking of all the wonderful experiences offered in the resort, falling into bed each night happily worn out from the day’s activities. They were both avid skiers and had thoroughly enjoyed the incredible mountain runs, knowing that they would never feel the same about skiing the small hills in Ontario after experiencing majesty of the Rockies . They had followed their skiing days up with trips to the hot springs for a soak in the naturally heated mineral pool. This was surely the vacation of a lifetime.
Bobby was still very taken with the beautiful armoire and had gone so far as to purchase a measuring tape to take dimensions and make detailed drawings. He had filled several sheets of the hotel stationary with his sketches and was quite excited about the prospect of recreating the piece.
They awoke on the morning of their final day in Banff ; feeling both elated from their experience and excited for the next leg of their journey to Vancouver . They would need to leave Banff for the drive to Calgary by one p.m., so they decided that they would enjoy a last few hours in the spa, having a swim and sauna, followed by lunch. They packed all their things into their cases and put in a request that their luggage be brought down to the desk, so that they could depart immediately upon checking out, without having to return to the room.
Just as they approached the desk Bobby had a sudden revelation, “Damn it, I left the drawings of the armoire sitting on the desk in our suite. I was adding a few last minute details and forgot to tuck them into my suitcase, when we packed up.”
Dave sighed and looked at his watch. “If you hurry you should be able to get to the suite and back before we need to depart. I’ll deal with the checkout. You can turn in your key card as soon as you get back here.”
Bobby jogged to the elevator and stood bouncing on the balls of his feet waiting for its arrival. Half of the bank of elevators had been taken out of service for maintenance so he was several minutes before reaching their floor. He ran down the long hallway to their suite and swiped the pass card for entry. He was grateful when the door opened for him and he entered the room where they had spent the past three nights. His stomach clenched when he looked at the clean, uncluttered desk top. Franticly he pulled open the drawer to find the folder of hotel stationary within, but when he opened it all that was inside was fresh new paper. He pulled out all of the drawers desperately hoping to find his sketches, but no luck. He pulled the waste paper basket out from under the desk only to find in had also been emptied. He madly tore through the suite looking in each drawer and garbage container to no avail, the room had been thoroughly cleaned and prepared for the next guests.
There was no time left to make new sketches. They had to leave soon in order to get to the Calgary airport for their flight to Vancouver . Then he remembered that during his jog down the hallway the chambermaid’s cart had been parked outside of one of the rooms. She would have the papers he was sure. He left the slightly dishevelled suite in search of the maid. Her cart stood outside of a room down near the elevators and he could hear the sound of a vacuum cleaner running inside the room. Not wasting time he began to fish through the trash bag hanging in the front of the cart. It was more than half filled so in order to have a thorough look he turned the bag over dumping the contents onto the floor carelessly tossing aside food wrappers, empty toilet rolls and tissues, thinking he’d have to wash his hands well after this.
“What do you do!” the voice of the chambermaid shrieked at him. “You making huge messes with trash!” the young blonde woman with the heavy eastern European accent looked at him with outrage.
“My drawings, what did you do with my drawings from the desk in room 6124?” Bobby asked as he franticly continued his search through the trash.
The woman looked at him as if he’d lost his mind, but she did not want to be in trouble for upsetting a guest so she thought back to the room in question. “Oh you mean doodlings of furniture all over paper?”
“Yes, yes!” he cried hopeful she had saved them.
“I throw away,” she declared. “People make doodles all the time while on phone and leave them laying on desk. When you check out, I toss in trash.”
“But where, they aren’t here,” Bobby answered indicating the mess of garbage thrown about the hall floor.
“That bag long since gone was full and I put it down the trash chute.”
Bobby felt his temper and frustration rise to the boiling point. “How could you be so fucking stupid?” he yelled. “You’re an idiot. They weren’t doodles they were architectural sketches of an armoire and you tossed them out! I can’t believe anyone could be so asinine!”
He hadn’t been aware of the sound of the elevator doors opening behind him during his tirade but he was certainly aware of the large hand that came to rest on his shoulder and the very quiet voice that spoke close to his ear. “I would think very carefully before I’d say one more word, if I were you.”
Bobby spun around, too caught up in his anger to think clearly. “This stupid woman trashed my sketches!” he declared. “I’ve lost them all and don’t have time to make more, all because this idiot thought they were doodles!”
Dave looked at the face of the stricken chambermaid; the poor young woman was obviously upset by Bobby’s words.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t know papers were important. My manager will be very mad with me for throwing out guest’s pictures. I’m sorry,” she repeated.
Bobby opened his mouth to speak but felt Dave painfully tighten the grip on his arm.
“It’s all right, Miss, you didn’t know,” Dave reassured her. “We’ll clean up this mess and be on our way.” He indicated the trash covered floor.
“You will tell manager?” the woman asked nervously.
Bobby wanted to say yes but the glare from Dave caused him to keep his mouth shut.
“No, we have no intention of telling your manager, though I would suggest in the future you try and be a bit more careful about what you discard. But it was an honest mistake and we’ve caused you enough distress over it,” Dave replied evenly. “Bobby, let’s get this mess back in the trash bag.”
Bobby was still fuming but he knew better than to make a public issue of this. He roughly tossed the things back into the bag and put it onto the cart perhaps a little more firmly than necessary but not enough to set his Top off any further.
“Again I’m sorry for the upset and mess; you have a good day, Miss,” Dave said as they made their way to the elevator, his younger partner seething beside him.
As soon as the elevator doors closed on them Bobby turned to speak, intending to express his outrage, but the look on Dave’s face stopped him cold.
The older man spoke very quietly. “Listen to me carefully. This is not the place to discuss this; we’ll talk in the car on the way to Calgary . Give me your pass card, I’ll turn it in while you go to the washroom and scrub your hands, as they certainly need it after digging through all that trash. Our bags are loaded in the car and the valet has it waiting at the front for us. I’ll meet you there.”
Though still upset Bobby knew better than to argue with Dave when he spoke in that manner, Dave rarely raised his voice. If anything when he was upset he would command attention simply by lowering his voice. He handed Dave the pass key and headed for the men’s room by the lobby.
After freshening up he met his partner beside the silver Toyota Camry rental car. Typically Bobby would drive the long distance runs as he enjoyed taking the wheel but Dave was waiting by the driver side door and Bobby suspected he’d be declined if he offered to drive, so he slipped into the passenger seat, for once glad of the wide console between them.
They drove without speaking for the first ten minutes before Dave broke the silence. “Are you ready to talk now?”
“What’s to talk about?” Bobby snapped defensively. “It’s obvious you agree with that woman, that my sketches were worthless doodles.”
“That’s untrue and unfair. You know I’m very proud of you and the work you do. However, I will never be impressed by rudeness or downright abusiveness. You had every right to be angry and upset that your drawings had been trashed but you had NO right to yell and swear at the chambermaid. She made an honest mistake and apologized for it. I’m sure in the future she will be more cautious of what she disposes of. But nothing she did justifies you tossing garbage all over the hallway of a five star hotel and hurling abusive language at that poor woman. We have discussed your temper on more than one occasion in the past, so you know there are better ways of expressing yourself when you are angry. Just take a moment and put yourself in the shoes of that chambermaid. How do you think she felt being spoken to as you did?”
Bobby hated this. He wanted so badly to hang on to his feelings of just indignation, to feel he’d been the only injured party and within his rights to vent his temper as he’d done. However, Dave had a way of making him see a side of himself that he didn’t always like and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. He had been horrible to the poor maid, his language inexcusable. He sat silently for several minutes stewing on his feelings and the horrible feeling of guilt that began to weigh down his gut. Still he tried to keep up the appearance of righteousness sitting stiffly looking out the window of the car while trying to ignore his partner and his feelings.
Dave recognised Bobby’s defensive posturing; he’d seen it many times before. He’d remain sullen and stiff, while guilt ate at his soul. If they were at home he’d have dealt with this issue right away, knowing the terrible intimacy and physical pain of a spanking would give Bobby the cathartic release he needed to let go of his guilt. But there was no place here to deal with this matter, as they still had another hour in the car, time at the airport going through the check in process, the flight to Vancouver and then picking up the next rental car and making the journey to their hotel. It would be more than five hours before they would be ensconced in the privacy of their room. Well it couldn’t be helped. He reached his hand over and laid it gently on his lover’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He expected no response, nor did he get one, but he knew that it the right thing to keep in physical contact with Bobby as it helped to ground him.
In the end it took over six hours before they were checked into their suite at the Fairmont Waterfront in Vancouver . There had been a delay in their flight, and traffic from the airport through down-town Vancouver had been heavy. The trip had been a bit strained but Dave had kept up a light conversation that had Bobby responding despite the tension they were both feeling.
Once the porter had left them in their room, Dave knew it was time to deal with the situation. He locked the door and turned to seek out his partner.
Bobby stood stiffly in front of the large window looking out over Vancouver Harbour , his arms wrapped around himself as if he were chilled.
Dave came up behind him and wrapped his own arms over top of his lover’s. He brought his head down to rest on Bobby’s shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on the side of his face. “It’s a beautiful view,” he acknowledged. “We have the next three days to enjoy it. Now however, I think we have something that needs dealing with, don’t we?” he asked.
Bobby’s head barely moved as he nodded. “I really don’t want to,” he whispered.
Knowing that his lover needed some help Dave moved around and took Bobby’s hands and guided him over to sit on the couch with him. “You don’t have to want to, honey. That’s why I’m in charge, and you do what I want, yes?” Bobby nodded. “We talked this all through in the car and you know why you’re going to be spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes” was all the response he got.
“Do you have anything else to add?” Dave asked, wanting to give Bobby every opportunity to discuss his actions and their consequences.
With a shake of his head Bobby knew he was sealing his fate. Dave guided him to his feet and helped him get his trousers undone and pushed down along with his boxers. Without further ceremony, he was guided to lie over his partner's lap and felt the firmness of Dave’s hand come to rest on his butt. Dave wrapped his left arm around Bobby’s waist then raising the right, he brought it down smartly against the vulnerable flesh.
It wasn’t the harshest spanking Bobby ever had but neither was it the lightest. Tears were escaping through his tightly scrunched eyes by the time it was over and he knew for sure he’d never swear at a chambermaid again as long as he lived.
The rest of their days in Vancouver were very enjoyable. In many ways their vacation mode made some things easier to cope with. Bobby was always more emotional after a punishment and tended to stick closer to his partner, needing the physical reassurance that all was good between them. Dave of course enjoyed that as well. The power dynamic between the two was especially sharp after the application of discipline, and Bobby seemed to revel in the way Dave would show his possessiveness.
Too soon they were walking through the front door of their home tired and yet contented with their holiday. Bobby carried luggage upstairs as Dave was sorted through the week’s worth of mail. He was surprised to find an envelope from the Banff Springs Hotel addressed to Bobby.
“Hey snow-boy!” he called up the stairs. “Letter here for you from Banff .”
Bobby came tearing down the stairs and took possession of the large manila envelope. Ripping it open, he was shocked to find several photographs of different angles of the armoire from their room along with carefully written list of the dimensions. The attached note read:
Dear Mr. Brooks,
I remember your doodlings were of this cupboard so I ask my friend from the concierge to take pictures of it and make measurements. I hope this is help to you.
Marsha Szalay
Banff Springs Resort
“Oh wow, I can’t believe she did this after I was so rude to her. I’d like to do something to make it up to her,” Bobby said quietly, remorse for his actions hitting home yet again.
Twenty-four hours later, a very surprised chambermaid was handed a beautiful floral arrangement from the hotel’s flower shop along with a card containing a certificate for a day in the Willow Streams Spa.
The End
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