Fic- Grow Up

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Title: Grow Up

Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating:  Adult-spanking, swearing, implied sex, slight age play.

Spoilers: Nothing major

Summary: Ianto’s sick of being grown up.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!
Notes: Comments please!

 

 

Ianto was sitting on his own on a low brick wall sulking. It had been a bad day. Everything had gone wrong. His filing had ended up in a mess, the coffee machine wouldn’t co-operate, Owen had wound him up all day and he’d bickered constantly with Jack.

It wasn’t fair. All he wanted was to have a nice easy day. All he wanted was not to have to worry constantly, not to have to be responsible all the time.

“Sulking?”

Ianto didn’t need to look up. It was Jack. Of course. Ianto could picture him, coat swishing and with the light of the moon behind him, making him glow.

“I’m not sulking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Jack and sat next to Ianto on the wall. “What’s up?”

“Nothin’.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” Jack’s arm slipped around his waist. “C’mon my boy, what’s up?”

Ianto shrugged. “’M just sick of having to be grown up all the time.”

“Ah. Owen?”

“Sort of. And everything else.”

“Well, the day’s over now.”

Ianto didn’t say anything. He let his head rest on Jack’s shoulder.

“Are you going to stay here sulking then?”

“Nothin’ wrong with sulking. I was always getting detention at school. Used to stay out late after and sulk, then get in extra trouble with my da when I got home really late. Though, by the time I was sixteen he’d pretty much given up on me.”

“Hmm. Well, you know, mister, it is past curfew now.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “Jaack, I don’t have curfew. I’m twenty six years old.”

“No, you’re not. You’re my sixteen year old lad and you’re out past curfew. Come on, young man. I’m taking you straight home to be punished.”

He took hold of Ianto’s hand and gave him a smack on the wrist. “C’mon. Now.”

Ianto scowled and got down off the wall. He felt like being a disobedient lad. At least he wouldn’t have any responsibility. He’d be told exactly what to do and be punished when he didn’t do it.

Jack marched him home, talking about taking his belt to him. Ianto grinned. He liked it when Jack was like this, turning looking after him into a big sex game. It was fun.

He was marched right back home and made to sit down at his kitchen table, whilst Jack made himself at home; taking off his coat, getting a snack and a drink of water, whilst Ianto just sat there, in trouble.

“I’m hungry,” Ianto complained.

“I’ll get to you in a minute! Jack said sternly.

Ianto bit his lip and squirmed.

Jack stood opposite him and folded his arms. “I won’t have you out late at night sulking on walls.”

“I wasn’t sulking, I…”

“I give you a curfew for a reason,” Jack’s voice was horribly stern. “I expect you to be in at a certain time, no matter what. And you know if you break that curfew there will be trouble.”

Ianto scowled.

“No pouting!” Jack snapped. “What are you, a six year old?”

Ianto straightened his face. There was that little voice inside him telling him to have fun and act up but Jack was so stern he didn’t dare.

“If you get in trouble at school,” continued Jack. “You’re to come straight home and tell me, not stay out lurking in the dark. And don’t think I don’t know about you hanging around in the park after hours.”

“But I’m old enough to…”

“You keep complaining you’re a man now and shouldn’t be treated like a child but then you flout my authority and I find you sulking like a kid. And that’s on top of your misbehaviour at school!”

“Hey, I…”

“I didn’t ask you to speak, young man. Clearly you need to be reminded of our household rules.”

The voice inside Ianto got louder and he couldn’t resist. “Screw your household rules,” he grunted. “It’s not a fucking prison!”

Jack raised his lecturing finger. “One more word like that and I will be treating you like a delinquent. Go and fetch the paddle.”

“No.”

“Now, you listen to me you little lay about. Either you bring me the paddle right this second or you’re going to be in deep deep trouble.”

Ianto shrugged. “So what? I’m already in trouble.” He was feeling braver now. He smirked. “You’ll have to go and get it yourself and then I’ll fucking scarper, old man.”

“I am sick to the back teeth of your mouth, young man.”

Ianto shrugged.

Jack grabbed him by the back of his collar and stood him up. “You’d better be careful with that smart mouth or I’ll wash it out with soap.”

“Fuck you,” Ianto drawled.

“Right, that’s it, you little brat.” He yanked Ianto over the table and smacked his bottom hard through his trousers.

“Hey! Ow! That hurts!”

“You’ve earned it.” He spanked Ianto hard until his hand began to tingle, then stood him up, still gripping him by his collar and marched him through to the bedroom. Ianto struggled but he didn’t get anywhere.

Jack marched him straight to his bedroom and sat him down on the bed, shutting the door firmly behind him.

He pointed a finger at him. “You’d better have the sense to not move.”

“Hmph,” Ianto said as Jack fetched the paddle.

Jack returned and stood in front of him, patting the paddle against his palm. “I have had just about enough of this behaviour. You’re out late, getting into trouble at school and mouthing off to me. Clearly you need a refresher in proper discipline, my lad.”

“But…”

“You’re in enough hot water already. Don’t make it worse by arguing. Get that school uniform off.”

Ianto blinked, before realising Jack meant his suit. He stood, yanking off his tie and putting on one hell of a show at being cross. He threw his jacket across the room, then glared at Jack, now in just his shirt and trousers.

“And the rest of it. You’re gonna be in your undies, pal, so you can feel it.”

Ianto scowled but obediently removed his shirt, shoes and trousers. He felt very small in just his boxer shorts and his socks. He stared down at the floor.

“Well,” said Jack. “Not so grown up now, are we?”

Ianto kept looking at the floor.

Jack sat down on the bed and took hold of Ianto by the wrist. “You’re going to get a proper beating now, my boy and you deserve it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Over my knee.”

“Oh, but…”

“But what, young man?”

“But I’m not a little kid. I shouldn’t have to go over your knee.”

“Do you want to know the other option?”

Ianto bit his lip. “There’s another option?”

“Yes, you can take your spanking bent over the bed. But you’d be getting the whole thing with my belt and I’d expect you not to cry.”

Ianto scowled at the floor.

“Well?” said Jack. “Which is it to be?”

“I’ll go over your lap, sir.”

“Okay. Come on then. I’m waiting.”

“Yes, sir,” mumbled Ianto and lay himself over Jack’s, his “dad’s” lap.

He wasn’t sure if Jack would immediately start using the paddle on him. He squirmed. He’d never had the paddle without a warm up with Jack’s hand first. Would it hurt too much?

He took a deep breath, determined to stay in the game.

Jack swung a leg over Ianto’s and held him still. “You are going to regret the day you mouthed off to me,” he said and raised his hand.

Ianto braced himself for the paddle. Jack’s hand came down hard on Ianto’s bottom.

“Ow!” Ianto complained. But he was glad it wasn’t the paddle. Yet.

Jack didn’t pause. He brought his hand down again, spanking Ianto hard with his hand. It didn’t take long for Ianto to begin to let out gasps and whimpers.

“Ow! Ow!” Ianto complained but Jack ignored him, spanking him as hard as he could with his hand.

Ianto tried to wriggle away but Jack held him tight, not letting him miss even one spank.

“I don’t care how much you complain!” Jack lectured. “You’re being held accountable for your actions no matter what.”

“Ow!”

“You will be punished every damn time you misbehave. And if you behave like a little child, you’ll get spanked like a little child.”

“Ow! I’m not a kid! Let me go!”

“Getting in trouble at school, staying out late, mouthing off to me. You’re far too old to be behaving like this.”

“Ow, it hurts!” Ianto cried.

“You’re sixteen, not six and I expect you to start acting like it.”

There was a pause and Ianto hoped it was nearly over. Jack however had other ideas. He jerked down Ianto’s boxer shorts and resumed the spanking. There was no let up in the strength of the spanks. Ianto cried out loudly.

“Ow! I’m sorry, dad!”

“You will be!” said Jack. “Stand up.”

Ianto, snivelling, stood up and, pouting, stood in front of Jack.

Jack reached round and smacked his bottom hard. “Stop that pouting. If you keep doing that, I will take my belt to you.”

Ianto stopped pouting.

“Get undressed.”

Ianto wanted to argue. It was appropriate to the game to argue but Jack’s whole manner was so firm and strict that he didn’t dare. Ianto bent down and removed his socks, then stepped out of his boxers.

He stood in front of Jack feeling remarkably vulnerable. Jack was in control here. He knew that. He needed that. Jack was taking him in hand, like a proper father. He was showing Ianto how much he cared.

“Right, back over my knee, young man.”

Ianto sniffed and lay down obediently over Jack’s knee. Jack shifted him around a little, so that he was mostly over only one of Jack’s thighs, with his upper body shifted more towards the head of the bed. Ianto knew exactly why Jack had positioned him like that. He was getting a proper spanking. He was getting the paddle now. Jack needed the space to swing.

Ianto squirmed a little. “I’m sorry, dad,” he said.

“You will be, son.”

Jack raised his hand and this time Ianto could tell he was holding the paddle. He braced himself.

The paddle struck his bottom with a sharp smack.

“Ow,” Ianto complained but Jack ignored him. He brought the paddle down again and again. Each smack made Ianto’s bottom throb hotly and he could feel it getting redder and redder as Jack paddled him. He didn’t fight. His hands gripped the duvet tight and he whimpered as Jack spanked him soundly.

He was being taken in hand. He was being looked after. He knew Jack would always do this. Ianto thought about the horrible day he’d had as he bottom was spanked and he knew it didn’t matter. He could have the absolute worst of days and still, at the end of it, he could go to Jack and Jack would look after him. No matter what he did, he could never make Jack turn away from him.

Jack delivered one final hard smack with the paddle and Ianto cried out. Then the spanking was over and Jack was hugging him.

Ianto was surprised to find he wasn’t crying. His bottom hurt and throbbed with heat but he felt good. He felt soothed and settled inside. He felt properly dealt with.

He buried his face in Jack’s shoulder as Jack held him. “Sorry, dad,” he mumbled.

Jack patted his back. “All over now.” He held him close. “You may be growing up but you’ll always be my lad and I’ll always deal with you when you need it.”

Ianto let out a long breath. “I know.”

Jack hugged him tight. “Now, does my naughty lad want to be put to bed now?”

Ianto shook his head and pulled back to look at Jack. “No. Your boyfriend wants a shag.”

Jack laughed. “Fair enough. See? I can give teenaged Ianto and adult Ianto exactly what they want.”

Ianto giggled, then lunged forwards and attacked Jack with kisses. There were times to be a kid and there were times to be strictly adult. And now, it was time to grow up.