Fic- Dealing With Him

[branwen_blaidd]

Title: Dealing With Him
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Adult – spanking, swearing.

Spoilers: Nothing major
Summary: Owen is mean and Ianto takes revenge. But Ianto doesn’t get away with it.

Disclaimers: I own nothing!

Notes: Comments please!

 

 

 

Owen was not having a good day. Everything had gone wrong and he was getting stressed. He needed coffee.

“Oi, teaboy!” he shouted across the hub. “Bring coffee.”

Ianto glanced at him. “I’m busy right now. Coffee will have to wait. Or you could go to Starbucks. And my name is Ianto, not teaboy.”

Owen scowled. “Listen, teaboy. I am the gifted doctor with a proper job and a pay packet to match. You are a fuck-toy secretary with a dead metal girlfriend. That means you get me coffee.”

Ianto stared at him, in complete shock. Then his ears went red and he pursed his lips. Owen grinned as Ianto hurried away to make coffee.

A few moments later, Ianto brought Owen his coffee. “There,” he said, banging the mug down on Owen’s desk. “Enjoy,” he said and gave Owen an unreadable smile.

Owen frowned after him and started to drink his coffee.

It was late afternoon when Owen’s stomach started to hurt and he got short-tempered. Jack emerged from his office for the first time that day as Owen was swearing at his computer.

“Owen, what’s up?” he asked, sidling over to Owen.

Owen banged a fist on his desk. “This fucking computer won’t work, I’ve got a killer stomach ache and I’m just not having a good day.”

Jack checked his watch. “Look, it’s getting on. You might as well go home and get some rest.” He patted Owen on the shoulder. “Go on. Feel better soon.”

“Thanks, Jack,” Owen said and took off home.

 

                                    * * *

 

Ianto was happy. He hadn’t let Owen get the better of him and now, he was cuddled up with Jack in bed and almost asleep. Jack gently stroked his back as they cuddled up to each other in a post-coital haze.

 “Owen was in a bad mood today,” Jack murmured.

Ianto opened his eyes and peered sleepily up at him. “Yeah.”

Jack touched his face gently. “He didn’t…say anything to you, did he? I know what he’s like when he’s in a bad mood. He always takes it out on you.”

Ianto looked down. “No, he didn’t say anything. Anyway, I can handle him.”

Jack smiled and held Ianto closer. “Good.”

Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s strong chest, feeling secure and comforted. “Sleep now,” he murmured and Jack chuckled.

“Yeah, sleep.”

 

                                    * * *

 Owen was late the next morning and when he arrived the next morning, he looked absolutely terrible. He was pale and he had bags around his eyes.

“Owen, what’s the matter?” Tosh asked.

Owen scowled at her and pointed straight at Ianto. “Fucking teaboy spiked my coffee with laxatives. I’ve been up half the fucking night with the runs, thanks to that fucker.”

Ianto blinked evenly at him. “I didn’t do anything,” he said.

Owen glared at him, storming right up to Ianto and getting in his face. “Yes you did. I know exactly what you did, you little fucker and you are not going to get away with it.”

Ianto smirked. “Why would I do such a thing, Owen? Unless I had a reason.”

Owen pushed hard on Ianto’s shoulders. “Because you’re fucking jealous of me, that’s why.”

Ianto opened his mouth for a smarmy reply but suddenly, Jack was there. “Hey,” he snapped. “What the hell’s going on?”

“Tea boy’s trying to poison me,” snapped Owen.

Ianto rolled his eyes. “I’ve not done anything.” He sighed dramatically. “He thinks I put laxatives in his coffee.”

Jack looked right into Ianto’s eyes. “Did you?”

Ianto met his eyes unblinkingly. “No.”

“Oh yeah?” said Owen. “Then why is there an empty packet of laxatives in the bin by the coffee machine?”

Ianto looked and his heart sank as he saw the top of the laxative packet just visible over the rim of the bin. He closed his eyes. Why hadn’t he emptied that bin last night?

He opened his eyes and glanced briefly at Jack. Jack was giving him that look. Ianto swallowed and looked away.

“Well?” Owen asked. “Are you going to suspend him or something?”

“My office, now, the pair of you.”

Owen scowling and Ianto biting his lip, they followed him into his office.

Jack shut the door then leaned against his desk and folded his arms across his chest. “Well? Care to explain what’s been happening?”

Ianto stared at the floor and didn’t answer.

“I can explain,” Owen said. “Teaboy spiked my drink ‘cause he’s fucking jealous of me.”

“I’m not jealous.”

Owen laughed. “Yeah, right. Teaboy is just about equal to a doctor after all.”

Ianto opened his mouth, scowling and ready to retort but Jack talked over him.

“Silence, both of you.”

Ianto closed his mouth and looked at Jack. Owen fell silent too.

“You’re both in the wrong here. Owen, I know for a fact that you’ve said something inappropriate to Ianto. What was it?”

Owen scowled at the floor and didn’t speak.

“Ianto?” Jack asked.

Ianto swallowed. “Said I was a fuck-toy secretary.”

Jack pursed his lips. “I see. Get back to work the pair of you. I’ll call you in later when I’ve decided on the proper discipline for you. And no more bickering.”

Ianto and Owen, both scowling, returned to work.

Ianto was terribly nervous all day. Jack didn’t speak to him, except professionally and he got the definite sense he was in deep trouble. Ianto didn’t like being in trouble, not real trouble. It made him feel all wriggly inside.

Owen’s mood had worsened. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t be in trouble. Teaboy had poisoned him and for no reason at all. Teaboy should have to get into trouble. Owen shouldn’t.

Finally, it was the end of the day and Jack put his head out of the office. “Owen, in here please.”

Owen grumbled but did as he was told. Jack still seemed furious. He sat behind his desk and, with hard eyes, spoke to Owen.

“I have had enough of you insulting Ianto every time you get in a bad mood. From now on, every time you behave unprofessionally, you’ll be paid in accordance. As in not at all. You lose a day’s pay for your misconduct yesterday.”

“But…”

“No arguments. Now go home.” He smirked. “And drink plenty of water.”

Owen scowled. “Yeah, I’m the doctor around here,” he snapped.

Before Jack could say anything else, Owen turned and stalked out of there.

Jack put his head out of his office door again. Everyone had gone home, except Ianto. He was sitting at his workstation, wriggling. Jack smiled a little. Ianto knew he was in trouble.

“Ianto, in here please.”

Jack took a seat behind his desk again and waited for Ianto to enter the office.

When he appeared, he came in slowly, biting his lip and clenching his fists nervously.

“Jack…”

“Shut the door behind you.”

Ianto did as he was told. “Jack, what are you going to…”

“Be quiet. Come and stand over here,” Jack said, pointing in front of his desk.

Ianto noticed that the desk had been partially cleared. He stood in front of the desk, watched Jack and wondered what was going to happen.

Jack’s eyes were furious and his jaw clenched in anger. “I’m very disappointed in you, Ianto.”

Ianto opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. Jack really was angry.

“You let Owen get to you and responded like a little child. You had no idea what side-effects could have happened and you made Owen ill. What’s more, you lied to me about it. Twice.”

“Jack, I’m…”

“Quiet. I did not ask you to speak.”

Ianto shut his mouth, his stomach churning.

“Owen’s been disciplined for his behaviour and now it’s your turn.”

“How…”

“I said be quiet. I am going to punish you for you behaviour today and yesterday. I want you to take this as a warning. Today, I’m going to be lenient but if you ever do this again, things will be much worse. Do you understand?”

Ianto swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Take your jacket off and put your hands on your head. I want you to think about what you’ve done.”

Ianto, feeling very nervous indeed, took his jacket off and laid it on the desk, then put his hands on his head. Jack picked up paper and a pen and began to write.

“I’m making a note of this,” he said. “And it’s going in your file for a year.”

Ianto closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Jack writing. He thought he knew what was coming.

When Jack stopped writing, Ianto opened his eyes and watched him as Jack placed the piece of paper in Ianto’s personal file, then put it away in his desk drawer.

Then, Jack stood and looked straight into Ianto’s eyes. “You’re going to be spanked now, Ianto.”

“S…s…spanked?”?”

“Yes.”

“But…”

“What?”

“It’s…a work thing.”

“I’m taking the decision, Ianto. I know you, Ianto, and this is the most appropriate punishment for you.”

Jack came around to the same side of the desk as Ianto. “Your other option is suspension. Three days on your own at home with the others knowing exactly why you’ve been suspended and a permanent black mark on your record. Well? Do you accept your spanking?”

Ianto swallowed several times, then nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said quietly.

Jack cleared his throat. “Okay. Bend over the desk.”

Ianto, his stomach bubbling in fear, bent over the desk. He’d lost count of how many spankings he’d had from Jack but this was different. He’d never had a spanking as punishment for something work-related.

Ianto rested his head on his arms and waited. Jack reached beneath him and unfastened his trousers. Ianto tensed, clenching his buttocks as Jack eased down his trousers, then his briefs and bared his bottom. He pushed his shirt up out of the way.

“Ready?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay then.” Jack raised his hand and brought it down hard on Ianto’s bare bottom.

Ianto let out a whimper as the first spank came down hard on his bare bottom. This was no playful spanking. The only part of Jack that Ianto could feel was his hard hand coming down on him over and over again.

Ianto startled to wriggle, gasping into his arms. “Please!” he cried. “Please, Jack, that’s enough.”

“No, it isn’t. Keep still.”

Ianto tried to keep still, he really did but as Jack’s hand came down on him again and again, spanking him hard, Ianto’s entire bottom stung and smarted.

“Ow! It hurts! It hurts!” he cried, wriggling away.

Jack missed and his hand whipped through the air.

“Ianto!” Jack yelled. Jack had never really shouted at him before, not like that.

Ianto flinched and tried to keep still. Jack slung an arm over his back and held him firmly.

“You need to take this,” hissed Jack. “Keep still or I’ll damn well belt your ass. I won’t have you sneaking around playing childish pranks on anyone in this team. This isn’t high school.”

He held Ianto firmly, putting one leg in between Ianto’s to hold him tight. He continued scolding and continued spanking, hard.

“I know Owen can be a pain in the ass but he’s also Torchwood’s medic.” He laid several hard smacks on Ianto’s bare bottom in rapid succession.

“What if there had been a medical emergency last night? Or this morning?”

The slaps rang through the silent office now. Ianto wasn’t crying. He was hardly even gasping now. His insides were aching and his bottom was burning. Jack’s words went right inside him.

“And you lied to me, lied to me as your boss and last night.”

Ianto let out a sob. He was starting to feel really bad. He’d lied to Jack. He’d acted like a little child.

“You will not to that ever again,” Jack yelled, each word punctuated by a hard smack to Ianto’s stinging bottom.

“Don’t you dare harm another member of my staff out of malice ever! And if you lie to me, ever again, I will suspend you and belt the hell out of your ass.”

He laid several more very hard smacks on Ianto’s bright red backside then stopped.

“Do you have anything to say?” he asked.

Ianto gasped and gulped down his sobs. “I only…”

He didn’t get any further. Jack used the full strength of his arm to lay four hard spanks on Ianto’s tender bottom. “Try again,” he said.

Ianto desperately tried to hold back his sobs. “I…I’m…s…sorry.”

“For?”

“For…for…dosing…Owen…with laxatives.”

“Right. And now, you’re going to get punished for lying to your boss.”

“Oh, but…”

“But what? Do you deny you lied?”

“No, but…I thought I’d had my punishment.”

“Not quite,” Jack said and pulled away from Ianto. Ianto stayed still, bent over the desk where Jack had left him.

He heard Jack open his desk drawer and saw him remove something from it. Then Jack returned to him and Ianto saw he was holding the wooden ruler.

Ianto pulled away, covering his bottom. “No, Jack, please! Don’t want the ruler, please!”

Jack tapped the ruler against his own palm. “Ianto, if you don’t want to get back in position and accept this part of the punishment, then maybe you’d prefer if I told Owen and the others exactly how I’ve disciplined you. See how many of his comments you could ignore then.”

“Oh, but…”

“Your choice.”

Ianto scowled but got back into position, bent over the desk.

“Five with this across your bottom,” said Jack, stepping into position. “And I’m warning you, Ianto, if you don’t stay still…”

“I’ll…stay…still. Promise.”

“Okay, good boy,” Jack said and smacked the ruler hard into Ianto’s tender bottom.

Ianto gasped but managed to stay still. Jack didn’t mess about. He delivered the five strokes with the ruler hard and fast and Ianto’s bottom burned with it.

But then it was over, all over and Jack placed a gentle hand on Ianto’s back. “Stand up,” he said gently but still firmly.

Ianto stood and Jack turned him around to face him. “Hold your hands out straight in front of you.”

Ianto did as he was told, shaking just a little. Jack raised the ruler and smacked Ianto’s hands once each.

Ianto cried out with each smack but then Jack cast away the ruler and brought Ianto close for a hug. Ianto could feel that the atmosphere had changed as the stern professional side of Jack melted away.

Ianto was sobbing freely now. “I’m sorry, Jack, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” He stroked Ianto’s cheek. “Come on. Time for bed.”

He took Ianto’s hand and they went down into Jack’s quarters. Slowly, Jack undressed Ianto fully, then gave him a little tap on his tender bottom.

“Go and have a shower. I’m going to get you something to eat and then it’s bedtime and I’m serious, Ianto. This sort of behaviour is never to happen again. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go on then,” Jack said, giving Ianto an encouraging push towards the shower.

Only half an hour later, Ianto was sitting on the bed in his pyjamas eating sandwiches which Jack had prepared for him.

“You still need to be punished for lying to me last night,” Jack said as Ianto finished his sandwiches.

Ianto looked up at him. “I know.”

“Do you want to take it now or tomorrow?”

Ianto set his empty plate down and bit his lip. “Would it be…bent over again?”

Jack shook his head. “Over my knee.”

“I’ll take it now.”

“Okay.” Jack settled himself on the bed and patted his knee. “Come on.”

Ianto, chewing his lip, settled himself over Jack’s lap. Jack tugged down his pyjama bottoms and laid his big strong hand on Ianto’s hot bottom.

“Lying is a very serious thing, Ianto. I won’t have you lying to me. Since you’ve already had a spanking from me, I’m going to be lenient tonight but if you lie to me again, you will get the belt and there’ll be no excuses. Understand?”

Ianto sniffled into Jack’s knee. “Yes.”

“Good,” Jack said and immediately began spanking Ianto’s bottom hard.

It hurt. Each spank burned across Ianto’s already tender bottom but somehow, it was easier to take than his previous one. There was something about being over Jack’s knee that made the whole thing easier. He was held securely by Jack’s strong body and he knew he was being taken care of.

Jack spanked hard though, each spank sending jerks through Ianto’s entire body. His bottom was burning and throbbing from it and he knew he would feel it for the rest of the night.

“Never…lie to me…again, Ianto,” Jack said, each word followed with a hard smack. “I want to…trust you…and I can’t…if you…lie to me.”

He gave four impossibly hard spanks then stopped. He lifted Ianto up and deposited him face down on the bed. Ianto stayed exactly where he’d been put as Jack stripped down to his underwear, then climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around Ianto.

Ianto shuddered and let out a sob. But here in Jack’s arms, he knew he was safe and protected. It was alright to cry because Jack held him. Jack would always hold him and deal with him.

“Are you sorry, Ianto?” Jack asked as Ianto’s sobs began to calm down.

Ianto looked up at him. “Yes,” he said. “I know it was stupid. I just…I let him get to me, I suppose. I’ll apologise to him in the morning.”

Jack smiled and wiped away Ianto’s tears. “Good boy. And if he doesn’t apologise to you, then send him to me.”

Ianto bit his lip. “You didn’t…spank him too did you?”

Jack looked very serious. “His punishment is between me and him.” He smiled. “But no, I didn’t spank him. And your punishment is between me and you.”

“Good.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah.” He kissed Ianto’s temple gently. “Are you properly corrected then? You won’t do that again?”

“No. I won’t. I promise.”

Jack stroked Ianto’s hair. “Good lad.” He settled with his arms around Ianto, one hand resting on his well-spanked, hot, tender and still exposed bottom. “All is forgiven now. So you just sleep and tomorrow is another day and I expect you to be a good boy, because that’s what you are.”

Ianto closed his eyes as Jack spoke to him in those soothing tones, feeling comforted and secure.

“I don’t like to punish you but you know that I’ll always be there for you, to help you behave and learn. My boy. And you’ll always have me to look after you.”

“Jack,” Ianto said, suddenly. “What Owen said…it’s not true is it?”

“Which part?”

“That I’m a…fuck-toy secretary.”

“No, of course that’s not true. If you were, I would have simply docked your pay or suspended you but I didn’t. I spanked you and that’s because you’re my boy. Mine. And Owen will never understand that.”

Ianto pressed his face into Jack’s warm chest. “Then…thank you for spanking me, Jack. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for always dealing with me.”

Comments

[thrace-adams.livejournal.com]

Holy crap that was hot. So well done. Although I did feel a bit badly for Ianto, Owen was such a jerk to him, but it's so obvious Jack cares for him. Well done.

[oncomingscone.livejournal.com]

Perfection, cariad! Loved it.

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Fabulous as always ...

[puppytraining.livejournal.com]

Oh lord, that was insanely hot! Three spankings, and one with a ruler! Really, really great stuff.

[eleni81.livejournal.com]

So hot! I would love to see Owen watching them though; coming back to talk to Jack, not feeling good with his punishment, seeing what Jack was doing to Ianto. Maybe even giving Ianto a pillow next day saying something like 'For your hard-kicked ass teaboy!' It would be cool to see Owen's reaction to Ianto's punishment!

[drunkendeadcat.livejournal.com]

sexy

[stargazer60.livejournal.com]

Well done....

[loupgaros.livejournal.com]

Nice.... I like it :) Owen should have had spankies.

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

loved that!

[foreverjack.livejournal.com]

Even though I felt sorry for Ianto, there is a saying in my coutry that is "who loves you well, will make you cry"
"…thank you for spanking me, Jack. Thank you for dealing with me. Thank you for always dealing with me.” ---> the best lines that summarizes this story!!

[combo-breaker.livejournal.com]

I normally love your stuff, but there's one bit in this fic I can't get over. Ianto, who hid away a partially-converted Cyberwoman in the Hub for six months, couldn't hide the empty packet of laxatives?

[branwen-blaidd.livejournal.com]

He probably wanted to get caught just a little bit ; )

[combo-breaker.livejournal.com]

...alright, makes a bit more sense now >_>

[bandgeek01.livejournal.com]

Very nice :)


Nicole

[phlepa.livejournal.com]

I felt bad for Ianto Owen was such a jerk for what he said Ianto. I think Owen should have been spanked with the belt they both deserved to be spanked. Thanks rot writeing it.