Fic- What the Butler Did

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Title: What the Butler Did

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Ratings: Adult – sex, spanking

Spoilers: Nothing major

Summary: Jack and Ianto role play.

Disclaimers: I own nothing

Notes: Comments make me write more!

 

           

The butler opened the door for Jack looking as neat and professional as usual. But Jack could feel a difference immediately. He narrowed his eyes at his butler, searching for the reason for this difference.

The butler’s eyes widened as Jack looked at him and he bit his lip.

“Jones, have you something to confess to me?”

Jones swallowed. “No, Sir. Would you care for your coffee now, Sir?”

“Yes,” Jack said, suspicion still in his voice. “I’ll be in the living room.” He swept through the door and immediately saw what the problem was. The butler had not cleaned up the mess in the living room.

“Jones!” he called. “Come here immediately.”

Seconds later, Jones appeared at the living room door. He looked immaculate and he held himself stiffly. His suit was perfect as usual and his face was blank. But the tips of his ears were even redder. Jack allowed himself to look him over and he felt a little shiver inside him at the thought of ruffling up his perfect butler.

“You called, Sir?”

“Yes. This room is unacceptable. You may be my only member of staff but the house is small and you should have no problems keeping it in order. It is your job, after all.”

“Yes, Sir. I apologise, Sir.”

“Apologising is not enough, Jones. You have failed in your job and that needs to be rectified. Doesn’t it?”

Jones swallowed and his eyes strayed towards Jack’s. Jack allowed him the eye contact, knowing it was needed.

“Yes, Sir.”

Jack drew himself up. “Fetch the strap.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath and he smiled. His unruffled butler hadn’t expected that.

But he turned and obeyed. Jack heard him going to his bedroom to collect the strap. It hung there always, ready to punish him and there to constantly remind him what failure meant.

Jack breathed deeply and prepared himself. He needed to maintain absolute authority otherwise his butler wouldn’t learn anything at all.

Jones returned, holding the strap. He held it out for Jack to take.

Jack took it and fixed Jones with a hard look. Jones turned around and bent over the couch.

Jack frowned. “Do you think it is acceptable for you to use my furniture?”

Jones looked around. “Sir?”

“Stand up immediately,” Jack said firmly.

Jones snapped up. Jack took hold of him by the elbow, jerked him into the middle of the room and pushed on his back. Jones bent over.

“Hold onto your ankles,” Jack barked.

Jones did as he was told. Hands on ankles meant he had to bend right the way over and Jack knew it would be pulling his trousers tight against those full cheeks which were about to be punished.

Jack took hold of the hem of Jones’s jacket and lifted it up out of the way. Now he could see those cheeks and the trousers tight against them. Jones would feel the sting of the strap through those trousers easily.

“I will not have laziness in this house,” Jack said and raised the strap.

He brought it across the butler’s posterior firmly and with precision. It smacked across both cheeks, making Jones whimper and letting Jack imagine the redness it would be causing in the smooth, pale cheeks.

He brought it down again. The slap of it echoed through the room and Jack could see Jones trembling in response.

He strapped Jones five times and listened to the hard breathing and the whimpers the beating created in his butler. The last stroke he made the hardest of all. It was so hard, it pushed Jones forward slightly and forced a strangled cry from him. Jack wondered whether the strapping would have made the impression he desired.

“Stand,” Jack barked.

Jones stood and turned to face him. He hands clenched by his side and Jack knew he was fighting not to let his hands fly backwards to rub his bottom better. Jack was pleased with his self-control.

“Has that left an impression, Jones?”

Jones swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

Jack looked over him. His cheeks were flushed and Jack had to stop himself from grinning at the thought that his bum cheeks would no doubt be even redder. His hair wasn’t quite so neat any more, most likely from having to bend over. His breathing was heavy and his jacket had come undone.

“I hope so,” Jack said. He held out the strap to Jones. “Return the strap to its place. Then you may take five minutes to tidy yourself up. Then I expect you to clean properly in here. You have sacrificed your hour to yourself this evening and you will need to clean instead. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Remember that strapping, Jones. I have no issue in dealing it out whenever you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jones said. He inclined his head, then left the room.

Jack smiled in satisfaction, then sat on his couch and thought over what he’d just done.

                                                * * *  

Ianto replaced the strap on its hook on his bedroom door, then went over the mirror. He looked as flushed as he felt. He turned, inched down his trousers and revealed his tender bottom. It was a deep red and there were one or two places he thought it may welt slightly. He touched it gingerly with his fingers and winced. It was indeed very tender.

He smiled. Jack had certainly given a lot to the strapping. He’d had no idea Jack would be so good at wielding the strap, or so good at maintaining that role of a gentleman punishing a butler. Ianto pulled his trousers up again and tucked in his shirt. He would have to do his best to maintain the game. Perhaps he could get Jack to punish him more severely.

He tidied himself up, then went downstairs and got on with his job. He took pride in his work and felt embarrassed at the fact that he’d failed. He was determined to work hard this time.

He could feel Jack’s eyes on him as he cleaned. But he wasn’t supposed to think of him as Jack right now. No, it was Mr Harkness, or Sir. He could feel Sir’s eyes on him and he felt firmly under his control.

Just as Ianto was finishing cleaning the living room, Sir stood and left the room. Ianto looked around, wondering what was going on. He got on with his cleaning.

Sir returned. Ianto turned to look at him.

“I have been in the kitchen, Jones. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sir?”

“The dishes are not put away. My boots are not cleaned. The ironing has not been completed. Do you expect me to wear a creased shirt tomorrow?”

“You have ironed shirts in your wardrobe, Sir, and one pair of clean boots.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare talk back to me, Jones. The point is that you have not done the work expected of you.”

Ianto lowered his eyes. “I apologise, Sir.”

“You need to be punished.”

Ianto kept his eyes down. “Yes, Sir.”

“Fetch the strap, then wait in that corner. You know the position,” he said, pointing towards the corner of the living room which faced the door. Jack left the room and Ianto did as he was told.

                                                * * *

Jack went back into the kitchen. He looked around, wondering what else he could use to punish his butler. Clearly more than the strap was needed.

His eyes caught sight of something on the dish rack. That would be just perfect. He grabbed it, then headed for the door. Just as he reached it, he saw something else out of the corner of his eye. He smirked. Perfect.

Tools in hand, he returned to the living room. Jones was there, waiting in the corner, holding the strap across his bottom.

Jack put down his tools on the floor, then returned to the kitchen to fetch a chair for Jones to bend over. He would need the support. This would be a long punishment.

“Come here, Jones.”

                                                * * *  

Ianto turned at the command. Mr Harkness had prepared to punish him severely. Ianto tried to stop himself from shaking as he walked the distance from his corner to Jack, still gripping the strap across his bottom.

Sir reached for it and laid it on the floor, ready for use later.

“I am disappointed in you, Jones. I cannot quite believe I am having to punish you again so soon, not only for laziness but also for talking back to me. Do you accept this punishment, Jones?”

Ianto swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

Jack nodded. “Good. Kneel up on the chair, facing the back.”

Ianto did as he was told, with some difficulty in his stiff suit. His shoes got in the way slightly but he managed to kneel up on the chair and maintain his dignity.

“Good,” said Jack. “Now bend over the back.”

Ianto glanced at him. “Sir?”

“You heard me. Do not question me, Jones or you will earn yourself further strokes.”

Ianto considered that. But it seemed as though he was in for quite a spanking already. He bent over the back of the chair and held onto the legs. The chair back was quite low but still, it pressed into his tummy. It wasn’t quite enough to make him feel uncomfortable but it made him aware how much he was at Jack’s mercy.

Jack lifted his jacket up at the bottom and folded it up over his back, out of the way. Ianto held as still as he could, not wishing to dislodge it.

Jack reached down and picked something up. Ianto braced himself, wondering what it was Jack, Sir, was going to spank him with.

The first spank came down hard across the seat of his trousers. Ianto squirmed as it struck his already tender bottom. It was a wooden spatula. He remembered putting it on the dish rack a couple of hours ago. Oh, why hadn’t he put it away?

Jack was not merciful. He spanked Ianto, his butler, hard and without any let up in the punishing rhythm. Ianto held on tight to the chair, letting the punishment flow through his body.

After some minutes, Jack stopped and Ianto could feel the burn of his backside. His trousers rubbed against his tender skin and he couldn’t hold back the whimper.

“Jones, you have a choice. I am either going to strap you fifty times over the seat of your trousers or you can lower your trousers and receive a mere twenty but on the bare.”

Ianto only needed a split second to think. “I’ll take it on the bare, Sir.”

“Good,” Jack said and waited.

Ianto, with difficulty, reached up to his belt and undid it. He undid his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down, exposing his bottom to his master.

He heard Jack put the spatula down and pick up the strap. Getting his bare bottom strapped was not going to be easy but, as far as he was concerned, the fewer strokes with that thing, the better.

Jack didn’t hesitate. He raised the strap and brought it down hard across both red cheeks. Ianto let out a cry, his role temporarily forgotten with the burning slap of the strap.

“Take it like a man, Jones,” Jack said. Ianto was sure he detected a note of teasing in Jack’s voice.

Ianto tried to count the strokes inside his head but Jack strapped him so hard and so fast that he couldn’t think straight. It was strange not to be in physical contact with Jack during a spanking. But it fit the role.

He held back his cries but the effort of doing so made his breathing heavy and his body flushed. His jacket fell forward, hunching up around his shoulders and falling down around his ears.

Finally, Jack laid down the strap. Ianto let out a soft cry of relief. His bottom was burning and the thoughts running through his head were not pure. He was flushed all over. He didn’t move. He wouldn’t until Jack, Sir, told him he could.

Jack picked something else up. What was he getting now?

Sir came around to the front of the chair and showed Ianto something. Ianto looked up and saw one of Sir’s large black boots. It was muddy, because Ianto hadn’t got around to cleaning it that afternoon. 

“This is one of the reasons you are being punished, Jones. I think it should become part of your punishment.”

Ianto swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

Jack grinned. “Remember, take it like a man.”

He moved back around to behind Ianto. Ianto braced himself, knowing what was coming. Sir raised the boot and brought the sole down sharply across Ianto’s left buttock. Ianto whimpered as he felt the sting of it. As the sting faded, he felt the coolness of mud on his hot skin. Jack spanked his left buttock again with the boot, then delivered two to the right.

“That’s it, Jones. You took most of that like a man.”

Ianto stood and faced his master. “Thank you, Sir.”

Jack folded his arms. “Will I have to punish you again for this behaviour, Jones?”

“No, Sir. Absolutely not.”

Jack nodded. “Good.” He glanced down at his body and Ianto realised how exposed he was. He flushed.

Jack’s eyes twinkled but he remained firm. “Put those things away, then you may go and straighten yourself up.”

Ianto did as he was told. He felt strange putting things away with his spanked and strapped bottom on display but he did as he was told. Only when he’d cleaned up in the kitchen, did he take the strap up to his bedroom to straighten himself up.

He looked in the mirror. The bulge in his trousers was obvious but he ignored it and turned to look in the mirror again. His bottom was a deep red and there were two large spots of mud still clinging to his skin. He used a wet cloth to clean his buttocks and examined the redness and the welts which had formed. He touched them gently, letting out a whimper at the sensations which went through him. It wasn’t just pain. It was far more than that.

He let out a breath. This game was so good. It was missing only one thing. It was missing Jack coming up those stairs right now and seeing it through.

* * *

            Jack hadn’t been able to stand it for long. Only ten minutes after he’d heard Ianto go upstairs, he followed him. He’d got himself into a state with this damn game and enough was enough. He’d been hard since first uttering the words, “fetch the strap” and he was certain Ianto had been too.

He didn’t knock, just opened the door and strode inside. He smirked at the sight in front of him. Ianto had his pants down to the backs of his thighs and he was examining his welted bottom in the mirror with obvious delight.

Ianto’s eyes met Jack’s and they gazed at each other for a moment until Jack made the move. He darted forwards, grasped hold of Ianto and pushed him firmly into the wall. Ianto let out a moan as he found himself pressed face first into the wall. Jack grabbed his bottom in both hands and squeezed. Ianto gasped as he felt the pain and pleasure mingling together in Jack’s rough grasp.

“You’ve seen what happens to naughty butlers now, haven’t you?”

“Felt it, more to the point,” said Ianto.

Jack smacked his hand into Ianto’s tender buttock.

“Ouch,” Ianto complained.

Jack nibbled on his ear. “Then don’t be cheeky.” He pressed his body against Ianto’s, pushing his groin into Ianto’s bottom hard.

“Fuck me, Sir,” Ianto gasped. “Oh, please, Sir.”

Jack chuckled against him. “Do you deserve it?”

“You said I took my punishment like a man.”

Jack grinned and reached for the lube. “I guess you did.”

He stood back. Ianto’s jacket fell over his buttocks.

“Get that jacket off, it’s obscuring my view,” Jack commanded.

Ianto did as he was told, letting the jacket fall to the floor. Jack clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Is that how a butler treats his uniform?”

“Oh, Jack,” Ianto whined.

Jack smacked Ianto’s bottom again. “Now, now, Jones. Don’t make me strap you again. Hang up your jacket.”

Ianto did as he was told. He could feel Jack’s eyes on him and he was aware of his red cheeks wobbling as he walked.

He hung up his jacket and turned to face Jack. Jack waved the bottle of lube at him and grinned.

“Come on, Jones, back over here.”

Ianto went over. Jack grabbed Ianto hard and kissed him roughly. Ianto melted into Jack’s kiss, pushing into him, desperate for more. Jack pushed him into the wall again, made him bend over and spread his buttocks.

“Mmm, all this heat,” he murmured, stroking Ianto’s cheeks and dipping in between them to feel all Ianto’s heat.

Ianto trembled, wanting more and more. Jack’s hand disappeared, then one lubed finger slid inside Ianto. Ianto bit down on his lip, holding back. He didn’t want to lose it, not yet, not until Jack was fucking him.

Jack was clearly impatient too. He didn’t linger over the prep. He got Ianto lubed in barely a minute, then was sliding exquisitely inside them. Apart from Jack’s cock and Ianto’s ass, they were still fully dressed. But they didn’t care about that.

Jack fucked Ianto hard and their shared gasps and moans filled the room. Ianto pushed back into Jack and they wrestled with each other. Somehow, they ended up bending over the bed, Ianto pressed beneath Jack and still being fucked hard.

Ianto cried out. “Ah! Sir! Can’t…” he gasped.

Jack fucked Ianto right up to and through his orgasm. He came shortly afterwards, filling Ianto with more heat.

They collapsed together, hot and sweaty and holding on to each other tightly.

Ianto turned his head to Jack and received a tender kiss on the cheek. He smiled.

“Whose idea was that again?”

Jack grinned. “Mine. But it was your fault, prancing about in these posh suits.”

Ianto turned into Jack’s embrace. “A suit which you’ve just made me ruin.”

Jack smirked. “You could have not come. I think your ruined suit is entirely your fault.” He kissed Ianto softly on the lips. “But, if you like, I’ll punish you for it.”

Ianto closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. “Maybe in the morning. I think I’m a bit worn out now.”

Jack stood and tugged Ianto up. “Come on then. Let’s get clean and then go to bed. I had no idea how exhausting it was playing the master.”

Ianto scoffed. “You just try playing the butler!”

Jack grinned as he tugged Ianto towards the bathroom. “Maybe next time.”