Fic- Fabulous Naughty Boy

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Fabulous Naughty Boy

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – sex, spanking

Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto doesn’t stay in bed.

 Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

Ianto had been spanked. He lay in bed, on his front with the covers off and thought about it. His bottom hurt. He could feel the heat of it radiating off him. It throbbed still.

Ianto squirmed a little, wishing he could pull the covers over himself. But Jack had ordered him to leave them off.

Ianto thought about the spanking. Jack had been stern and wonderfully firm. Thrills went through Ianto as he thought about that hard firm hand coming down on his bottom over and over again, warming his flesh.

He closed his eyes and pictured Jack’s face, the cross expression on his face, the dominance in his entire being. Ianto absolutely adored when Jack was like that, when he took him over and made him his, when he dealt with him.

Ianto rubbed himself against the mattress, feeling his cock getting harder. Jack hadn’t given his cock any attention at all, which is what Ianto had been after. He’d nagged and nagged at Jack to get some attention but it hadn’t got him very far. Jack had just spanked him, really hard and got Ianto’s cock all hard and aching, then he’d just put Ianto in bed and had gone back to his work.

Ianto wasn’t having it any more. He wanted Jack so he was going to get Jack. He got up out of bed and tucked his cock back into his pyjama bottoms. He left them down at the back though. Jack had told him under no circumstances was he allowed to cover up his spanked backside.

Quietly, Ianto padded upstairs and into Jack’s office. Jack was writing something at his desk, engrossed in his work.

Ianto sidled up to Jack’s left side and put an arm around his shoulders. “Hi,” he murmured.

Jack didn’t look up. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I know. I’m sorry I just wanted to be with you.”

Jack glanced up at him and his eyes were soft. “Hmm,” he hummed.

Ianto bit his lip and didn’t know quite what to say. He knew he was still in trouble.

Jack smiled a little and went back to his work. “Just stay quiet while I finish.”

Ianto stood and watched Jack write. It was the daily log. Ianto would check it for him in the morning and type it up.

Ianto rested his head on Jack’s shoulder, bending slightly. He listened to the sound of Jack’s breathing. It was comforting.

Jack wrapped his left arm around Ianto and let his hand wander down to stroke Ianto’s hot and tender backside. Ianto winced a little but Jack kept on stroking. It kind of hurt but Ianto liked it. It reminded him of what had happened and it made his cock harder.

Jack chuckled at him. “You really do love  getting spanked, don’t you?”

Ianto blushed and didn’t answer. “Jack, will you come to bed soon?”

Jack didn’t stop writing. He raised his left hand and brought it down hard on Ianto’s tender bottom. Ianto cried out and wriggled.

“Ouch!”

Jack grinned. “That’s what happens when you nag me.”

Ianto pouted deliberately. Jack didn’t look at him but just carried on writing.

Ianto sighed loudly. He wanted Jack to take him to bed and give him some real attention.

Jack hadn’t responded to Ianto’s deliberately loud sigh. He just kept on working.

Ianto wriggled and sighed extremely loudly, letting a pouting growl enter his voice.

Jack put down his pen, pushed his chair back from the desk and suddenly pulled Ianto right over his lap. Ianto wriggled and strained but he couldn’t get away. Jack held him tight, pulled his pyjamas further down and starting spanking him hard.

“Ouch!” Ianto cried as Jack’s big strong hand spanked him again and again on his already tender bottom.

Ianto’s backside burned and stung and he couldn’t make himself stop fighting. Jack spanked brutally, sending the burn right through Ianto’s red hot cheeks.

Finally, Jack stopped and set him on his feet. “Corner,” he said, pointing to the corner of Jack’s office, where Ianto had stood many times. “Nose to the wall and you can stay there ‘til I’m done.”

“Oh, but Jack…”

Jack held up a lecturing finger. “Corner. And if you move or sigh or pout or anything, you’ll get another spanking and I won’t just use my hand.” His hand dropped down to the handle on his top drawer, where Ianto knew Jack kept his wooden paddle.

Ianto swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” he said and obediently went to the corner and stood there, fidgeting.

“Ianto,” Jack barked. “Nose to the wall and keep still.”

Ianto made a face into the wall and touched his nose to the wall. He hated when Jack made him do this. It was humiliating, having to keep his nose to the cold wall. It made him feel ridiculously unable to move and on show. His pyjamas were around his thighs and his bottom, glowing red, was still exposed. His cock was exposed too and bobbing against the wall.

Ianto bit his lip. He wanted Jack. He wanted Jack to take him to bed and give him some attention. Any attention. Any at all. Even if he got spanked again. As long as Jack stayed there with him.

Ianto felt like he was standing with his nose to the wall for a very long time. His legs began to ache and he felt ridiculously exposed. Still, though it had been absolutely ages, Ianto’s bottom was still red hot. He wanted to squirm and wriggle. He wanted to feel Jack’s hands on him. Hell, he half wanted to get spanked again.

Finally, he heard Jack push his chair back and get up. He came right up behind Ianto and put his hand on Ianto’s hot bottom.

“I should belt your ass, you little brat,” he growled and Ianto shivered as that dominant voice reached his ears. He didn’t dare turn his head to look at Jack.

Jack, one hand on Ianto’s bottom and the other one around his waist, rested his chin on Ianto’s shoulder and Ianto could feel his hot breath against his cheek.

“Distracting me like that. I really should deal with you.” He pressed his crotch into Ianto’s bottom and Ianto could feel he was hard. “Feel that?” Jack hissed. “Feel what you did to me, standing here all hot and…naughty.”

Ianto let out a soft moan and Jack chuckled. “Yeah, like that.”

Jack’s arm withdrew from Ianto’s waist and Ianto heard him undoing his pants. “I’m going to have to deal with you. Put your hands on the wall, above your head, palms flat. Now.”

Ianto did as he was told. The position made him feel all the more vulnerable. Jack had got his pants undone and Ianto felt a rough, lubed finger enter him.

“I’m hard,” Jack hissed. “And you’re hard. I’m gonna fuck you. And you’re going to stand there with your nose against the wall like the naughty boy you are. Understand?”

“Yes…Sir,” Ianto gasped, the finger still moving inside him.

“Good,” Jack breathed and yanked the finger out.

There was a moment’s pause, then the head of Jack’s lubed cock brushed against his entrance.

Jack’s hands went to Ianto’s hips and held him steady as his cock breached him and slid all the way inside.

Ianto gasped into the wall as Jack filled him up. “Take me,” Jack commanded. “You’re going to take me.”

“Uh huh,” Ianto gasped as Jack made a hard thrust inside him.

Jack held still and Ianto could feel his thighs trembling at the effort. “Pardon?” he asked and waited for a better answer.

Ianto swallowed, desperate for Jack to start fucking him.

“Yes, Sir,” he managed.

Jack let out a breath. “That’s better, my little brat,” he said and immediately began to fuck him hard.

Ianto knew he had to stay pressed to the wall but all he wanted to do was push back into Jack as he was fucked.

His nose rubbed against the rough wall as he was fucked brutally. But he was loving it. His cock pulsed and his body began to tremble as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Jack began to grunt as he got closer. Ianto clenched hard around him. He wanted to make Jack come. He wanted Jack’s come to spurt into him, filling him up.

“Jack,” Ianto gasped. Jack raised his hand and put it against Ianto’s mouth, gagging him. Ianto sucked on Jack’s fingers, relishing the taste of him.

Jack’s grunting got deeper. He jerked and suddenly he was coming, his hips thrusting madly. The hand that remained on Ianto’s hip, lifted up and laid a hard smack on Ianto’s bare thigh.

Ianto cried out and came, spilling all over the wall. He panted hard and felt Jack’s hot breath coming fast against his cheek.

Jack kissed his cheek, then pulled back. Ianto didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to get the belt.

Jack came back after a moment and Ianto felt him carefully wiping him up. Then he took one of Ianto’s hands off the wall and pressed into it a wet wipe.

“Clean up your mess,” he said, softly.

Ianto flushed but felt his tummy twirling with some sort of sick excitement. Ianto got down on his knees and cleaned up his come from the wall.

“That’s it,” Jack said and Ianto could hear the pleasure in his voice. “Up you get.”

Ianto, still flushing, got to his feet and looked at Jack. Jack beamed at him. “Good boy,” he said and Ianto flushed darker with pride.

Jack held out his hand and took Ianto’s. “Come on. Bedtime.”

Ianto beamed. “You’re coming with me now?”

Jack chuckled. “Yep.”

He led Ianto back downstairs and put him back into bed, insisting on Ianto keeping his pyjama bottoms down.

But this time, he cuddled around Ianto, holding him in his arms. Ianto snuggled happily into Jack’s chest and let his eyes close.

Jack stroked Ianto’s tender bottom. “I really should belt you for coming upstairs when I told you to stay in bed.”

Ianto grinned into Jack’s chest. “You won’t though, will you?” He knew Jack wouldn’t. Jack only ever used the belt when it was really really serious, not just fun, which was what all this was underneath it all.

Jack dropped a kiss to the top of his head and held him close. “Well, you stayed in your corner like a good boy. Mostly.”

“I am a good boy, Jack.”

Jack chuckled. “Yes, you are. But you’re also a very naughty boy and that’s fucking fabulous.”

Ianto looked up at Jack and beamed. He kissed Jack on the lips.

“Good night, Jack,” he whispered.

Jack held Ianto close and smiled softly. “Goodnight, my fabulous naughty boy.”