Torchwood fic: "Fooling Around," Jack/Ianto, R.
Title: Fooling Around
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Warnings: Spanking, light D/s
Words: 576
Summary: Jack retaliates for Ianto's April Fool's joke
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood and make no profit from this story
Author's Notes: I wrote this for the April Fools Mini Round over at rounds_of_kink. The prompts I used were spanking and jest. It's just a little distraction diversion from my Tardis Big Bang fic, but a fun one.
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It started with a joke about a wrongly sent e-mail. It could happen: the CCTV footage of last night was supposed to be deleted, but ended up attached to a mass e-mail to the entire team instead. It had given Jack pause.
It had all been in jest, of course. Ianto never made such stupid mistakes. It was the first of April, so it was seasonally appropriate to make jokes.
And it wasn't like Jack would be all that bothered if the team received pornographic CCTV footage in their e-mails, anyway.
But now Ianto was standing naked in Jack's office. Jack was facing him, fully dressed with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Jack was holding the leather crop horizontally in both hands.
"I suppose I've been quite insubordinate," Ianto said.
Jack smirked. "And...?"
"And...I need discipline?" Ianto wasn't sure what he was meant to say, but Jack nodded in approval.
The floor was cold under Ianto's bare feet, he tried to stay still. He might incur further punishment if he didn't stay still. The idea was tempting, but he was meant to be penitent and he played that role through obedience.
Jack tapped his palm with the end of the crop. "Bend over the desk."
Ianto didn't realize he'd obeyed until he was bent across the middle of Jack's desk, staring down at at the white blotter. Jack brushed the crop against his arse, and Ianto felt like a too-tight string waiting to be plucked.
The crop was harsh, but Ianto was always glad to receive it. Perhaps he was turning into a pain slut. More likely, his readiness was a testament to Jack's skill. Because Jack was never really harsh.
The first stroke made Ianto gasp. It caught him unprepared, and he almost jerked away. But Jack got into the swing of it fairly quickly, and then it wasn't so bad at all. There was a thrill in staying still under the stinging blows, and the only movement Ianto made was to shiver.
To say that it hurt wouldn't describe it. He flinched away from pain, such as when he got clawed by a Weevil or punched during a field mission. But he clung to this.
He didn't know how many strokes he got. Very quickly, they started to blur together in a burning heat. He didn't realize right away when Jack stopped, but gradually noticed the absence. He didn't know that it was finished until Jack set the crop down on the desk alongside his body.
Jack rubbed his back. Ianto felt the cloth of Jack's trousers against his arse, and winced. But he pushed into the embrace.
"What a good boy," Jack soothed. "All done."
"Didn't last terribly long."
Jack chuckled and kissed the back of Ianto's head. "Any longer, and you wouldn't be sitting down tomorrow."
Ianto stayed like that for a minute, and then let Jack lead him down the ladder to the makeshift bedroom. Ianto laid down on his stomach and watched while Jack got undressed.
"You know," Ianto said, "if you actually punished me for playing an April Fools joke on you, that wouldn't be very fair."
Jack grinned. "Depends on the joke."
"Mine was a good joke. I know you liked it."
Jack slid into bed, and started rubbing his hand over Ianto's arse in soft circles. Ianto closed his eyes.
"I did," Jack said. "And you love it when I fool around with you."
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R
Warnings: Spanking, light D/s
Words: 576
Summary: Jack retaliates for Ianto's April Fool's joke
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood and make no profit from this story
Author's Notes: I wrote this for the April Fools Mini Round over at rounds_of_kink. The prompts I used were spanking and jest. It's just a little distraction diversion from my Tardis Big Bang fic, but a fun one.
*
It started with a joke about a wrongly sent e-mail. It could happen: the CCTV footage of last night was supposed to be deleted, but ended up attached to a mass e-mail to the entire team instead. It had given Jack pause.
It had all been in jest, of course. Ianto never made such stupid mistakes. It was the first of April, so it was seasonally appropriate to make jokes.
And it wasn't like Jack would be all that bothered if the team received pornographic CCTV footage in their e-mails, anyway.
But now Ianto was standing naked in Jack's office. Jack was facing him, fully dressed with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Jack was holding the leather crop horizontally in both hands.
"I suppose I've been quite insubordinate," Ianto said.
Jack smirked. "And...?"
"And...I need discipline?" Ianto wasn't sure what he was meant to say, but Jack nodded in approval.
The floor was cold under Ianto's bare feet, he tried to stay still. He might incur further punishment if he didn't stay still. The idea was tempting, but he was meant to be penitent and he played that role through obedience.
Jack tapped his palm with the end of the crop. "Bend over the desk."
Ianto didn't realize he'd obeyed until he was bent across the middle of Jack's desk, staring down at at the white blotter. Jack brushed the crop against his arse, and Ianto felt like a too-tight string waiting to be plucked.
The crop was harsh, but Ianto was always glad to receive it. Perhaps he was turning into a pain slut. More likely, his readiness was a testament to Jack's skill. Because Jack was never really harsh.
The first stroke made Ianto gasp. It caught him unprepared, and he almost jerked away. But Jack got into the swing of it fairly quickly, and then it wasn't so bad at all. There was a thrill in staying still under the stinging blows, and the only movement Ianto made was to shiver.
To say that it hurt wouldn't describe it. He flinched away from pain, such as when he got clawed by a Weevil or punched during a field mission. But he clung to this.
He didn't know how many strokes he got. Very quickly, they started to blur together in a burning heat. He didn't realize right away when Jack stopped, but gradually noticed the absence. He didn't know that it was finished until Jack set the crop down on the desk alongside his body.
Jack rubbed his back. Ianto felt the cloth of Jack's trousers against his arse, and winced. But he pushed into the embrace.
"What a good boy," Jack soothed. "All done."
"Didn't last terribly long."
Jack chuckled and kissed the back of Ianto's head. "Any longer, and you wouldn't be sitting down tomorrow."
Ianto stayed like that for a minute, and then let Jack lead him down the ladder to the makeshift bedroom. Ianto laid down on his stomach and watched while Jack got undressed.
"You know," Ianto said, "if you actually punished me for playing an April Fools joke on you, that wouldn't be very fair."
Jack grinned. "Depends on the joke."
"Mine was a good joke. I know you liked it."
Jack slid into bed, and started rubbing his hand over Ianto's arse in soft circles. Ianto closed his eyes.
"I did," Jack said. "And you love it when I fool around with you."