Fic- Just Desserts

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Just Desserts
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult- spanking
Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Ianto is eager for dessert and gets naughty.
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

“Time for dessert!” said Jack, stacking up the dinner plates by the sink. Ianto smiled. “There’s the rest of that chocolate cake!”

Jack grinned. “Sounds good.” He went to get the cake out and set it on the table ready to cut it. Just then his bluetooth beeped. He tapped it. “Hello? Yeah, okay. I’ll be right there.”

Ianto scowled as Jack looked at him. “You’re going?”

“I won’t be long. Just enough for time for you to wash the dishes.” He leaned over Ianto and kissed the top of his head. “Twenty minutes. Tops.”

“Okay,” Ianto said, grumbling.

Jack flashed him a grin, then headed out. Ianto sighed and got up to do the dishes. He ran the hot water and squirted washing up liquid in the sink. Grumpily, he tipped the dirty plates and cutlery into sink. He didn’t want to do the dishes. He wanted to have dessert, with Jack.

He turned and he caught sight of the chocolate cake sitting on the table waiting to be eaten. It looked good. So good. Rich and melty with fancy curling icing on top. So chocolaty. Ianto knew how good it would taste.

He hesitated, chewing his lip. Jack wouldn’t mind if he had just a little bit. Just a taste.

He got out a clean plate, cut off a slice and slowly bit into it.

“Mmm,” he murmured with a mouthful of rich, chocolaty cake. It was so good, moist and rich. He gobbled it all down. The whole slice.

He finished, happy and full of chocolate cake. Perfect. He glanced down at the rest of it. Jack would never know, would he? It was difficult to tell some had gone. If Ianto washed up his plate, Jack would never know.

Quickly, Ianto washed up all the plates and put them away. He was just finishing when Jack came back, fifteen minutes after he’d left.

“Hey! Ready for dessert?” Jack asked, swishing back into the kitchen. He stopped, staring at Ianto. He glanced down at the chocolate cake, then back up at Ianto.

“You’ve already had your dessert then.”

Ianto blinked. “No. I haven’t.”

Jack frowned at him. “Ianto, good little boys don’t lie.”

Ianto pouted. “I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are. Now, are you going to tell me the truth or are you going to get spanked.”

Ianto glared at Jack. “I’m not lying!”

Jack’s face remained calm but got a lot firmer. “Yes, you are and now you’re going to be spanked because you’re a naughty boy.”

Ianto backed away. “I’m not! I haven’t had any chocolate cake! Honest!”

Jack didn’t say anything. He strode towards Ianto, reached past him to the sink and picked up a cloth. Tenderly, he wiped Ianto’s mouth and the cloth came away brown with chocolate. Ianto swallowed.

“I only had a little piece!” he protested.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” said Jack and took hold of Ianto round the middle.

Ianto wriggled and protested but Jack was calm and firm and simply lifted Ianto up and, sitting on Ianto’s wooden kitchen chair, deposited him over his knee.

Ianto kicked and wriggled. “No! No, don’t spank me!” He kicked his legs, pouting and fussing as much as he possibly could. Jack didn’t get cross. He just slung his leg over Ianto’s, put an arm across his back and pinned his hand behind his back.

“Put me down!” Ianto yelled.

“Now, now. Careful or I’ll make you bring me the ruler,” Jack said. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Ianto’s bottom.

Ianto yelped but Jack carried right on, spanking him hard with his hand.

“Not fair!” Ianto yelled and Jack stopped.

Ianto frowned. Jack wasn’t really going to let him off with that was he? Jack held him firmly in place and yanked down his trousers and underpants with one strong hand.

Ianto whimpered as he felt his warmed backside being exposed to the air. He felt ridiculously little, upturned over Jack’s lap being spanked like this.

Jack raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Ianto’s bare bottom. Ianto whimpered and tried to kick again but he couldn’t. Jack held him too firmly. Jack spanked him firmly and sharply and Ianto couldn’t get away. His bottom was all warm now and his skin tingled.

“Naughty, naughty boy!” Jack scolded. “Eating that chocolate cake and then lying about it!”

“I’m sorry!” Ianto whimpered, sniffling and crying into Jack’s thigh.

Jack gave him several more hard smacks on his bare bottom, then stood, slung Ianto over his shoulder and marched through to the bedroom.

Ianto kicked his legs against Jack’s back. Jack ignored him. They reached the bedroom. Jack threw him down on the bed and gave him several more smacks to his red bottom.

“Are you going to behave yourself now?” Jack asked.

Ianto sniffed. “Yes. I want to come and watch T.V. with you and have more chocolate cake.”

“Tough. You’re going to bed early.” He fetched Ianto’s pyjamas. Ianto sniffed and refused to co-operate so Jack simply undressed him and dressed him again in his pyjamas.

“Don’t want to go to bed,” Ianto complained.

Jack kissed him on the back of his head. “Well, you’ve been a naughty boy so you’ve been spanked and put to bed early.”

Ianto pouted which earned him another sharp smack on the bottom. Jack grinned at him. “Now, I’m going to have my chocolate cake and you’re not having any more.”

“Want to cuddle with you,” Ianto sniffed.

Jack smiled and kissed him again on the back of his head. “You lie here and think about what you’ve done. I’ll be back later, you naughty boy.”

Ianto closed his eyes and Jack quietly left the room. Ianto wriggled, his bottom feeling awfully warm. He giggled into the pillow. Yes, he’d been awfully naughty and Jack had been awfully cross. Ianto felt warm inside as he thought about it. He was a naughty boy and Jack had dealt with him. Jack would always deal with him.

Jack came back and slowly undressed. “Have you thought about what you did?”

Ianto sniffed deliberately. “Yes, Jack.”

Jack chuckled. “Good boy.” He climbed into bed with Ianto and wrapped his arms around him. Ianto snuggled into him and smiled. Jack was warm and soft and smelled like chocolate.

“No more chocolate cake for you, you naughty boy,” he said, chuckling a little.

Ianto sniffed. “But I like chocolate cake.”

Jack shook with laughter. “Oh, you naughty naughty boy. Okay, you can have chocolate cake but it’ll come with a spanking,” he said letting one large hand rest on Ianto’s hot bottom.

Ianto beamed and cuddled as close to Jack as he could. “Deal.”