Fic- Teenage Tearaway

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Teenage Tearaway

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Ratings: Adult – sex, spanking, age play.

Spoilers: Nothing major

Summary: Ianto plays the part of a rebellious teenager. I’ve set this up for a sequel, which I haven’t written yet. So feel free to request stuff for when it’s Jack’s turn!

Disclaimers: I own nothing

Notes: Comments make me write more!

 

 

Ianto had been sitting in the park just around the corner from his house for over an hour. Jack would be at home, waiting for him. 

Ianto swung his legs as he thought about what was going to happen. The game was all set up. He felt secure in his role of teenage tearaway. He hoped Jack was getting into his role too. He checked his watch. He’d give it ten more minutes, then he’d go. He knew that the later he stayed out, the harsher a punishment he would get. He had to time it just right.

As he swung lazily on his swing, he thought about his years as a real teenage tearaway. He’d needed somebody like Jack back then, somebody to take control and make him behave himself, somebody who cared enough to do that. Now, he had Jack and he was going to get what he needed.

He thought about the hole inside him that Jack had filled. It was painful to think about it. He felt wrong for needing control and punishment. Jack told him again and again that it was perfectly normal and Ianto tried to remember that. He felt safe with Jack in control, not that he didn’t like to take control himself sometimes. But tonight was going to be about Jack forcing Ianto to submit to his control.

Ianto got up and started to walk home. He patted his jacket pocket. A packet of cigarettes sat there, two missing. He hadn’t smoked them. It was all just part of the game.

Quietly, he let himself into his house, ready to sneak upstairs and pretend he’d been in bed all this time. He eased the door shut behind him, then turned towards the stairs.

There was Jack. His face was stony and the way he held himself conveyed his absolute authority.

“You are an hour and a half late for curfew, young man.” His voice was low, a sharp bite to it. He wasn’t going to go easy on Ianto.

Ianto shrugged. “I’m sixteen. I’m too old for a curfew.”

“Regardless of what you think, you have a curfew and you need to stick to it.”

Ianto rolled his eyes, then folded his arms firmly across his chest and squared up to Jack.

“Make me.”

Jack gave a wry chuckle. “You think you’re a big man, do you sport? Too grown up to do as you’re told, are you?”

Ianto smirked. “That’s right.”

Jack chuckled again. “Is it indeed? Well let me tell you something, young man, you’re not too old for a smacked bottom.”

“That’s for kids.”

Jack strode forward, seized Ianto by the arm and bent him over. Ianto struggled but before he could get away, Jack had delivered three hard smacks in rapid succession across the seat of Ianto’s trousers.

Ianto wriggled away. “Didn’t hurt,” he claimed, stubbornly, though he could feel his skin burning.

“You’re going to regret saying that, my boy.”

Ianto put his nose in the air, defiantly.

Jack folded his arms. “Let me see. An hour and a half late for curfew, no apology and you’re mouthing off at me. Do you really think I’m going to let you get away with that?”

Ianto didn’t say anything.

“Okay,” said Jack. “You need to go up to your bedroom and stand in the corner until I come to deal with you.”

“I won’t. You can’t make me, old man.”

Jack didn’t argue with him. He simply seized hold of his ear in a painful grip and marched him up the stairs.

“Ouch! Ow, let me go!”

Jack ignored him. He marched him straight into his bedroom and stood him in the corner, facing the wall.

“Hands on your head.”

Ianto obeyed immediately. His ear throbbed.

“Now, you stay just as you are until I come to get you. If I find you out of your corner, your time will start all over again and you’ll have to kneel.”

And he was gone, leaving Ianto standing in the corner like a naughty little boy. Left alone, Ianto squirmed. His bottom still stung and now his cock was getting hard. He didn’t dare take his hands off his head, just in case Jack was watching somehow. He tried not to think about what was happening in his underwear. It always happened but it was best not to focus on it until afterwards. When the game was over, Jack would deal with Ianto in one more way and they would both be satisfied. But he had a long way to go before that happened.

He was scared. He was loving it but the fear was swirling in his tummy and mixing with the arousal. Fear heightened everything. Jack knew that and he’d taught Ianto that.

It seemed like a very long time before Jack came back. Ianto’s arms and legs were beginning to ache and the fearful arousal in his tummy was driving him mad. He wanted it to start already.

Jack shut the door firmly behind him and suddenly Ianto was wishing for more time in the corner. He knew a hard punishment was coming and he was torn between wanting to run from it and wanting to run to it.

“Well, I see you’ve stayed in your corner. Well done.” He came close to Ianto and put his hand on his back. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.”

Ianto whimpered. “Oh, Dad, I don’t want to be spanked.”

Jack patted his back. “I know. But you knew this would happen when you chose to stay out so late. Now, you have to take it. Do exactly as you’re told now. Don’t make a fuss and I’ll be proud of you.”

He pulled back and Ianto heard pick up the wooden chair in the corner and place it in the centre of the room. Then he sat down.

“Come here,” he said and his tone was firm but gentle.

Ianto turned and stood in front of Jack. He kept his hands on his head because he hadn’t been told to put them down yet.

Jack smiled fondly at him. “You can put your hands down now.”

Ianto did as he was told. Jack shifted and the authority was back. “You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me,” Jack said sharply.

Ianto took a deep breath. He knew the routine. He cherished the ritual of this.

“I’m being punished because I stayed out an hour and a half late, didn’t apologise and then mouthed off to you.”

Jack nodded, then reached out, took hold of Ianto’s arm in a firm grip and tugged him right over his lap.

Ianto tried to make himself comfortable but he just felt too vulnerable. Jack positioned him firmly and exactingly. He pulled him up so that his bottom was at just the right angle to receive Jack’s hand. This pulled his legs up off the floor and Ianto had to support himself on his hands. He knew why Jack preferred him to lean on his hands. Jack wanted it to stop him from reaching back and protecting his bottom.

There was no more preamble. Jack raised his hand and began to spank Ianto hard and fast over his trousers. Ianto was determined not to give in to yelling but the spanks were so hard and so firm that he had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out. Jack knew how to give punishing smacks all right and Ianto knew he wouldn’t just spank Ianto with his hand. This would be a real punishment. It was just what he needed.

Ianto bottom was getting hotter and hotter and still Jack spanked on. Ianto wondered how he could bear it. This had to be hurting his hand too.

Ianto wriggled. He wanted to be bare. He wanted to be having his bare bottom spanked hard, even though he knew it would hurt more.

Jack stopped and Ianto whimpered.

“Stand up,” said Jack.

Ianto scrambled to his feet. Jack didn’t say anything. He looked up at Ianto with stern eyes, then undid his trousers and tugged them down to his knees. He left his underpants in place.

Then Ianto found himself pulled right back across Jack’s lap again. The smacks began again, just as hard as before. Ianto gasped and bit his lip hard. He hadn’t realised how much protection his trousers had given him.

He felt uncomfortable still in his jacket. It was big and bulky and the cigarettes were pressing themselves against his chest, a guilty weight on him. He was beginning to feel rather undignified too. His jacket rode up so the collar was around his ears and his trousers pulled at his knees constantly. His bottom was beginning to throb. It made him feel small and naughty.

Jack stopped again and this time jerked down Ianto’s underpants. Ianto felt suddenly vulnerable as the cool air swept over his hot, naked bottom. His jacket came down over the top of his buttocks and he felt very strange to be fully dressed but for his naked bottom.

Jack pulled him over his lap again and set in spanking his bare bottom. With the first hard smack, Ianto’s hand leapt back of its own accord and covered his bottom.

“No! No, it hurts.”

Jack smacked his thigh hard. “Take your hand away.”

Ianto didn’t. He couldn’t bear to be spanked anymore. He had to make it stop.

Jack didn’t give him another warning. He seized Ianto’s hand and gave the back of it a sharp smack. Then he pinned it to the small of his back and carried on with the spanking.

Ianto wriggled hard but he couldn’t get away and didn’t even manage to make Jack miss one smack. His bottom burned and throbbed and he was sure it would be a dark red by now. He was torn. He wanted it to be over but he could feel he hadn’t had enough yet. He wasn’t yet submitting to Jack’s control.

Jack stopped again but this time he didn’t let Ianto up. Instead, he reached behind him and the next thing Ianto knew, he was being soundly spanked with the hairbrush.

He gave up trying to hold back his cries. He screamed and yelled and wriggled around as much as he could. But none of it deterred Jack. He just held Ianto firmly and spanked him hard.

Each smack seemed to hurt more than the one before and his whole bottom was throbbing. He knew he needed this. He knew he’d wanted this, somewhere inside him. He’d stayed out late enough to know that he get more than a simple smacked bottom. He was getting a proper spanking.

Jack stopped. He rested the hairbrush on Ianto’s buttocks. Even still, it seemed to make his skin burn.

“Well?” asked Jack. His stern voice was tempered by gentleness. “Do you have anything to say?” 

Ianto considered. He wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. He wasn’t naked. He’d only had one implement and he wasn’t crying. Jack still hadn’t discovered the cigarettes. Jack was waiting for an apology. Well, Ianto wasn’t going to give him one.

“No,” he said, sullenly.

Jack sighed. “You really are being a bad boy tonight.”

Ianto struggled and kicked. “I’m not a boy. I’m a man and you should treat me like one.”

“Oh really. Well let me show you what I’d do with a man living under my roof and being as disobedient as you are.” He took the hairbrush away and pushed Ianto off his lap.

Ianto struggled to his feet and went to pull up his trousers. Jack smacked his hand hard.

“Don’t you dare,” he said fiercely.

Ianto scowled.

“Get in that corner right now,” Jack barked.

Ianto shuffled to obey, frightened by Jack’s tone.

Jack huffed behind him. “You’re making me cross, sport. I wouldn’t have thought you capable of such behaviour.”

Ianto stood silently.

“Well,” Jack said. “I guess I’m really going to have to deal with you, aren’t I?”

Ianto shrugged. “Haven’t done anything.”

“You know full well what you’ve done. Now you stand there and think about your behaviour. I’m going to go and calm down so I can be clear headed and give you exactly the beating you deserve.”

He left. Beating. The word throbbed in Ianto’s ears. What did that mean? He’d never had a beating before, just a spanking. Would it give him what he needed? He had to trust that it would. But nevertheless, the word sent fear coursing through his entire body. A beating.

                                                * * *

            Jack went downstairs and sat in the kitchen with a glass of water. Ianto really was pushing it. What would help him? What punishment did he really need? Jack ticked off implements in his head.

But with Ianto, it was not all about the implement. Jack had known many in need of a good spanking. For some, it was all about the implement. They needed the hand for something minor, the hairbrush or the paddle for something quite bad and the belt, the cane or the strap for something really bad.

But Ianto was different. He needed to feel vulnerable. He needed to feel cleansed. It was the attitude Jack used when dealing with him which made the difference.

Jack smiled. He knew what to do now. He knew how to handle Ianto exactly.

He went upstairs and returned to the bedroom, Ianto was standing just where Jack had left him, breathing deeply and keeping himself calm.

Jack went to him. He wanted to wrap him in his arms and just take him to bed now but he knew Ianto needed much more than he’d had.

“Right, now it’s time for your grownup punishment.” He placed a hand on the small of Ianto’s back and encouraged him to turn around. “Now, you need to be naked,” he said and began to strip Ianto.

Ianto was in his shirt and socks when Jack took his jacket off him and went to hang it up on the back of the door. He stopped. There was something in the pocket. He looked and he felt his anger build up.

He whirled round and showed the cigarettes to Ianto. “What are these doing in your pocket?”

Ianto looked frightened. “Erm…”

“Give me an answer right this second, boy.”

“They’re not mine! I’m keeping them for a friend.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, boy. Tell me the truth.”

Ianto looked down. “They’re mine. I’m sorry, Dad.”

Jack reminded himself this was all a game. He strode over to Ianto, stripped him of his remaining clothes and pushed the packet of cigarettes into his hand.

“I want you to stand over the bin and rip this packet and the cigarettes into pieces.”

Ianto glanced at the bin. It was over by the window. Ianto knew he couldn’t be seen away from the window but anybody looking in the right direction when he stood over there would see him.

“Could you close the curtains?” he asked.

“No. Maybe if somebody sees you being punished for smoking, it’ll help you to not do it again.”

“But…it’s humiliating.”

“Yes, it is. Go on. Or do I have to march you over there myself and spank you as you do it?”

Ianto bit his lip, then shook his head. “I’ll do it.”

Slowly, he walked over the window and stood over the bin. He wondered if anyone could actually see him. Maybe not. It was late. Maybe there was nobody about. And they probably couldn’t see his whole body over the window frame.

But still, Ianto felt humiliated. It was bad. It was painful but, somehow, it also felt good. Jack cared enough to make sure he was punished enough that he wouldn’t want to do this again.

He stood in front of the window and ripped his cigarettes to pieces. He dumped the bits in the bin, then turned to Jack.

“If I ever catch you smoking again, you’ll get the strap. Understand?”

Ianto nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, come over here and bend over your bed,” Jack said. Ianto realised suddenly that he was holding Ianto’s own leather belt in his hand.

Ianto shook his head. “I don’t want to.”

“You asked that I not treat you like a child. Well, this is it, kiddo.” He gestured to the bed with the belt. “I’m going to count to ten. One, two…”

Jack didn’t get any further. Ianto went straight to the bed and bent over it. His bottom hurt. It still felt hot and it throbbed. But he’d had far worse. He could take the belt.

Jack positioned himself on Ianto’s left, ready to swing the belt with his right hand. Ianto closed his eyes and waited.

“If you want to prove to me that you’re man, then you take this like a man. No whimpering. No crying. No begging me to stop. If you can’t do that then I’ll know you’re just my bad little boy.”

Immediately, Ianto resolved to show Jack how brave he could be. He was a man. He’d show Jack. He wouldn’t make a sound.

“You’re getting ten,” he said and raised the belt.

It whipped through the air and came down hard on his bottom. Ianto bit his lip. It hurt. He wanted to cry already.

“One,” Jack said.

The belt came down again, so hard. Ianto let out the tiniest whimper.

“Two.”

Again the belt went up and came down with a crack across Ianto’s bottom. Ianto burst into tears. He didn’t try to escape the next blow, just got ready to take it, crying and knowing he was just a boy.

The fourth stroke never came. After a moment, Ianto turned his head and looked back at Jack. He was surprised to find that Jack was smiling at him.

“I guess you are just my bad little boy, aren’t you?” he asked gently.

Ianto sniffed. “Yeah.”

Jack held out his hand and helped Ianto up. He reached around and patted Ianto’s tender bottom.

“There, there. You took that well. You didn’t struggle much really,” he said and pulled Ianto into a hug.

Ianto rested his head on Jack’s shoulder and cried. The tears were cathartic, releasing, cleansing. He felt good inside. Jack rubbed his back.

Ianto’s sobs faded away and he sniffed. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Jack stroked his hair. “You scare me, kiddo, when you’re late coming home. Anything could have happened to you. The curfew is there to keep you safe. If you don’t keep it, you have to be punished. It’s for your own good.”

Ianto nodded. “I know.”

“I was going to make you finish your punishment with exposure time but…”

“You should,” said Ianto eagerly. “I didn’t even get that much of a spanking. You should, just to make your point.”

Jack smiled a little. “You’re letting your role slip, Ianto.”

Ianto giggled, then straightened his face and made his eyes go all wide and pleading. “Oh, please don’t make me do it, dad. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think you have, young man. Not yet.” He pulled back from the hug and looked sternly at Ianto. “Go on. On the bed. You know what to do. Twenty minutes. And I’ll be watching you.”

Ianto shivered in anticipation of the humiliation.

He went to his bed and lay down on his front. Then he drew his knees up so his well-spanked bottom was sticking up in the air. He kept his head down on the pillow and reached around to his bottom. He cupped his own red-hot buttocks, then slowly drew them apart, exposing himself to Jack.

“Wider,” barked Jack.

Ianto winced but obediently drew his buttocks as far apart as they would go. It hurt a little and made him extra aware of his hole, fully exposed to Jack. He felt vulnerable under Jack’s scrutiny but he stayed still, in perfect position for twenty minutes.

His face went red and he was aching all over when Jack finally called time. Ianto didn’t release though, because Jack hadn’t said he could.

Jack approached and placed his hand across Ianto’s hole.

“You’ve had the punishment you deserve now, haven’t you? My bad boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Ianto. He turned his head and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

Jack nodded, then took his hand away. “Into bed now,” he said briskly.

Ianto released his position and wriggled. He was still hard.

“Aren’t we going to…”

“Bed, kiddo. You know the rules. You go to bed straight after your spanking.”

Ianto pouted but obediently got into bed. Jack drew the covers over him, kissed him on the forehead and left, switching off the light then closing the door firmly behind him.

Ianto sneaked a hand under his covers to see how hard he was. He was really hard and even beginning to leak a little. He wanted to wank off but he knew he couldn’t. Either Jack would make it part of the game and punish him some more or, he’d just be disappointed. Ianto didn’t want to risk it either way.

Jack would be back soon and the game would be over. Ianto lay on his front and closed his eyes.

                                                * * *

Jack left it half an hour. He had a drink, watched a bit of TV and relived what he’d just done. He was hard, achingly hard as he thought of Ianto’s well-spanked bottom, his desperation for more, his hard cock that neither of them had mentioned, his exposure to Jack.

Jack grinned. Ianto would be ready for the next stage. He finished his drink, turned off the TV and the lights and made sure the doors and windows were locked, then went upstairs to see to Ianto.

Ianto was still in bed, just where Jack had left him. Jack switched on the bedside light, then went to Ianto. He was asleep but not still. He was humping the mattress in his sleep.

Jack grinned. The naughty boy. He stroked Ianto’s hair but that didn’t wake him. Jack tugged the covers off him. His bottom was still bright red.

Jack looped an arm around Ianto’s waist and lifted him up off the bed so he had had nothing to rub against.

Ianto whimpered but stayed asleep. Jack smacked his bottom lightly and Ianto awoke with a little cry. Jack released him. Ianto turned his head and looked up at him.

“Hello,” he whispered.

Jack smiled fondly at him. His face was flushed and his breathing was heavy. His eyes were bright and he beamed at Jack.

“You okay?” Jack asked.

Ianto nodded, then reached out for Jack and tugged him down for a kiss. Jack let himself be pulled down and they kissed deeply, pressing against one another. Ianto undressed Jack, his hands gentle and eager.

Jack loved to be naked with Ianto, loved to feel their hot skin, their naked bodies moving together. Ianto began to rub his dick against Jack’s thigh.

“Want you,” he whispered.

Jack kissed him hard. “You’ve got me.”

They rubbed together, creating heat and gasping pleasure. Jack was strong, powerful and he had Ianto in his arms, wrapping him in safety and pleasure. Ianto felt fuzzy with pleasure and arousal. They panted into each other as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Ianto couldn’t hold on for long. It had all been leading up to this. This was the ultimate release after everything that had happened.

Ianto came hard against Jack’s firm body, wrapped in his strong embrace. Jack’s orgasm followed shortly afterwards and they were pressed together in a fuzzy, sticky and happy embrace.

Jack kissed him sweetly on the mouth. “My bad little boy,” he whispered.

Ianto nudged him. “Not little,” he protested.

Jack chuckled. “Tonight you are.” He smirked at Ianto. “But maybe tomorrow, I’ll be the little one.”

Ianto grinned. “You’ll have to be good though, or you’ll have to get a spanking.”

Jack kissed him. “Promises, promises.”

Comments

[dani michalski (from livejournal.com)]

That was great!
You ever wrote a sequel to this? Please say yes? *sniff*