A/N Hey guys…sorry haven't posted in a LOOOOOOOOONG time have serious writers block…My friend helped me write this…Please don't hurt me…

Johnny C's Manual, Written by Edgar Vargas

XX Chapter Two. Punishment XX

Johnny sat silently in the corner of the living room, fiddling with his engagement ring he sometime couldn't believe he was actually wearing it, he was currently being held in time out for being a "Bad boy."

He couldn't believe he was getting married. To Edgar Vargas. It seemed like he was dreaming. He was happy and excited, but nervous and scared out of his mind when he thought about commitment and actually being in a long term relationship.

Maybe that's why he was "Acting out". He was being more…Childish? More violent? Fuck…He was letting his emotions show.

"Johnny." Edgar only called him by his full name when he was upset, or angry with him.

Said maniac looked up and over to see his Soon-To-Be Husband looking down at him sternly.

Johnny somewhat liked this childish game they played, but along the way, to Edgar, it became a way of life. He would physically punish Johnny. He would haul the maniac over his knee and spank him. It depended on what he did, or how serve it was, then he'd be spanked accordingly.

"Johnny," Edgar repeated calmly "You can come out of time out if you tell me why you were sent here in the first place."

Johnny slide the ring back onto his finger and glanced up at his Fiancé worriedly.

"Go ahead," the other man urged "Tell me why."

Johnny took a deep breath and quickly replied; "I drug a dead body through the living room, leaving a bloody trail, despite the fact that I know how much it angers you. I also left bloody footprints on the carpet and…yelled at you…and cursed…that's why I'm in time out."

Edgar, pleased with the answer, patted the maniac on the head gently and spoke "Good boy. Now, for the second half of your punishment. Go-"

"Second half?" Johnny cried, lurching away from the hand placed on his head "This isn't even as bad as what I did last time!"

"Last time you were in the hospital! I would have punished you more but you like a little child! If I don't punish you right away, you seemingly forget what it is you did wrong, and why you're being punished in the first place!"

"I am a 22 year old man!" Johnny yelled angrily.

"You act like a three year old!" Edgar snapped back, he was starting to lose his patience and temper.

"Fuck! I do not!" after these words escaped his mouth Johnny clamped his hands over it, looking up at Edgar with wide, frightened eyes.

Edgar glared down at Johnny harshly with a look that said "I've had it!"

"Get up!" Edgar growled as he roughly grabbed Johnny's arm and jerked him up to his feet.

"N-no! Edgar! Please!"

Edgar ignored the maniac's cries and please and forcefully dragged him over to a lone arm chair on the other side of the living room.

Johnny's eyes widened as he saw where he was being dragged to "No! Edgar! No not The Chair!"

Again, ignoring Johnny's pleas Edgar sat down in The Chair and pulled the maniac down over his knees and held him there by placing a hand on his back.

"E-Edgar, n-no! Please!"

"Do you know why you in this position, Johnny?"

"Edgar…P-Please."

"You in this position because you were a bad boy."

"I-I'm s-sorry! P-please Edgar!"

The older man brought his hand up off his lovers back "No Johnny, 23 smacks, then it's time for your nap," and with that said Edgar quickly brought his hand down hard on Johnny's bottom.

"Ow! God! Edgar! Stop!" Johnny begged. But his pleas went unnoticed.

"You're here," Edgar began delivering two smacks "because you," two more "made a mess of the house" four smacks "you yelled at me twice," five smacks "and swore!"

Johnny's eyes began to leak tears and every smack seemed to get louder and harder.

"I don't know," two smacks "how many times" two more "I've told you," two more "to not yell at me or swear! It is unaccepted and I will not stand for it!" one last hard smack.

As Edgars hand rested on Johnny's back he began to rub small soothing circles as the maniac sobbed uncontrollably.

"Shhh, shhh, shh. It's okay. It's over. It's over." Edgar soothed rubbing Johnny's back.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!" Johnny cried, burying his face into Edgar's leg, taking deep and heavy breaths only to let out long hard cries.

"You are forgiven Nny. It's okay. Calm down. Hush now little one." Johnny didn't like it much when Edgar called him that but he never complained about it.

The maniac nodded and was pulled up into a sitting position and cradled by the older man who continued to sooth him.

Johnny's sobs soon died down to small coughs and sniffles as he clung to Edgar.

"I only do it because I love you and care about you." Edgar said as he continued to rub the quivering maniacs back.

Johnny knew this was true and nodded, his head resting against the older man's chest "I k-know…"

Edgar smiled and patted Johnny's back softly, making him yawn tiredly.

Johnny allowed himself to relax in his fiancés loving embrace and close his eyes, preparing for sleep.

The older man leaned back in the chair and watched as the maniac's breathing slowed, his sniffles stopped, and he drifted off to sleep clutching his shirt tightly.

Edgar sighed and reached under the cushion of the chair and pulled out the little black book and opened it up to the second page and wrote;

August 27th 12:03 pm.

Punishment. It's a hard and difficult thing to do to Johnny and tears me apart on the inside knowing I have to do it…I know it hurts him…it kills me. But it seems to be nessiccary to keep him in line…Poor things exhausted afterword's and I can only hope it's close to his nap time, 12 o clock, after I get done punishing him otherwise his sleep schedule will get messed up. And that's the last thing I want.

He cries and begs me to stop but I know I can't, not until I get my point across to him. He cries so much…It breaks my heart.

The only good thing that comes out of punishing is the comforting part. It's nice to hold him and tell him he has been forgiven and that everything's alright and that I still love him no matter what. He acts like a child…But I think its linked to his past…I don't want to press him for questions…Poor thing.

He's starting to get restless…I have to help him sleep. He won't do it on his own. Poor little one.

Edgar quietly closed the book and stuck the pen in it and placed it back under the cushion and pulled Johnny closer to him patting his back once more. Once the maniac stopped moving Edgar allowed his head to lay back on the chair and his eyes close, and took a well-deserved and needed nap himself.

A/N So…Yeah….Um please don't hunt me down and murder me…Just leave a review. Thanks.