(FIC) Spare the Rod
Title: Spare the Rod
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eddie/Laurie
Word Count: 1,116
Warnings: incest, spanking
Summary: A quick and dirty AU piece of smut written for the Watchmen kink meme. Playing at parenting.
Blake stood in the doorway to the rented room. Even though he was wearing casual clothing, he felt the kind of excitement that he did when out in full uniform, fists flying or gun heavy in his hand. He hovered at the entrance of the room, almost wanting to draw the moment out. Laurie was sitting on a table inside dressed in a school girl uniform, her long hair done up in pigtails. The skirt was a short one, giving a nice view of the long legs that swung back and forth idly. Her calves were covered with knee socks and her black shoes glinted in the light above. She suckled on a lollipop as she gazed absently at the far wall. Blake watched with interest as her cheeks hollowed. She swirled the piece of candy over her tongue until it stained it cherry red, tinging her lips as well. When Laurie turned her head to catch sight of him finally, she put on an expression of mock surprise tinged with worry. Blake prowled into the room slowly, menacingly. Just how she liked it.
He had found out in the weeks after that meeting of masks that she had a bit of a taste for men like him. Dominant and aggressive. It had been Laurie who first thought up this little game, but it wasn't as though Blake had been reluctant to play along. She liked doing this because of the thrill it gave her, she'd confided once. A taste of something forbidden, though Laurie thought she was only playing at such a thing. It took effort for Blake to keep the smirk off his face as he approached. She had no idea exactly how kinky this all really was.
“Laurel Jane,” he began in a stern voice that made her fidget where she sat. “You know how much I hate getting calls from your teachers about you skipping school.”
She pulled the sucker from her mouth, her head bowing as she bit her lip. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You know what that means, young lady. Put that thing away and get over here.” Blake glared at her as he moved to sit on the bed.
Laurie slid off of the table, approaching slowly and with seeming apprehension, but her eyes told a different tale. They were knowing, expectant. When she'd come close enough, Blake grasped her by the arm to pull her over his knees. The short skirt hiked up to expose white panties.
“No point in delaying this,” Blake told her. “You know you deserve it.”
When he placed his hand on her rear, her breath caught, but instead of striking, he slowly caressed her bottom through cloth. Soon, though, he was pulling her underwear down her thighs to expose her. He paused, feeling Laurie shift in his lap as she waited impatiently for what she knew would follow. Blake drew out the moment, moistening suddenly dry lips with his tongue. Without warning, he brought down his hand to deliver a sharp slap to one cheek that made her cry out softly. Then a blow to the other, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise. Laurie muffled her cries, biting her lip as she shifted in his lap while he gave her a brisk spanking. She was deliciously sore by the time she felt him start to harden under her, his chest heaving.
“You're going to behave from now on, aren't you?” he asked her, each word punctuated by a slap to her rear.
“Yes, Daddy. I won't do it again, I promise,” she said, tears heard in her voice as moisture stung her eyes.
As suddenly as it started, the blows ceased, but not the movement of Blake's hand. It stroked across the reddened skin of Laurie's rear, making her hiss at the combination of stinging skin and sweet caress. A finger dipped down into the crevice between her buttocks, stroking as it traveled lower. Laurie sighed as it slid across the entrance to her cunt, smearing the moisture found there.
“You're so wet,” Blake noted, not able to keep the lust out of his voice. “I've got such a sick little girl, don't I? You should be ashamed of yourself, enjoying something like this.”
Laurie was about to answer, but whatever she was about to say broke off in a moan as he pushed two fingers inside her to slide in and out of her wetness. She was breathing as hard as Blake was after a few moments when he removed them. He drew them into his mouth, suckling on them briefly before he guided her up off of his lap.
“Get up on that bed,” Blake told her, his voice thick. “I know how to handle girls like you.”
She shifted up on the bed on her hands and knees. That was until she felt Blake's hand on the center of her back moving to press her down flat against the sheets. Laurie shivered slightly as she felt her panties drawn down her legs and off. Blake discarded them, unbuckling his belt before crawling onto the bed. He unfastened his pants, freeing his cock before moving to loom over her. Laurie felt her thighs spread a moment before he entered her in a smooth thrust that made her grunt. Blake soon set up a brisk rhythm that had Laurie bunching the sheets up into her fists as he rode her. It seemed as though neither of them would last long this night as on the edge as both of them were.
Blake listened to the sounds Laurie made as she shifted restlessly beneath him. She moaned almost constantly, her voice muffled by the mattress below her. Blake nipped at the nape of her neck and the side of her throat as he pushed into her. He pulled back, gripping her hips to bring her up onto her knees. Laurie cried out at the pounding thrusts he began to use, turning her face into the sheets as she clutched them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in the room until Laurie's groan as her body shuddered nearly drowned this out. A few more ragged thrusts, and Blake was there as well, holding her close as he emptied within her. He collapsed on top of her panting, bracing some of his weight on an arm. He nuzzled in the space where her neck met her shoulder. The muffled words Laurie spoke to him then, the ones she always did at times like this, made him feel a pang of something that might have been happiness laced with regret.
End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Eddie/Laurie
Word Count: 1,116
Warnings: incest, spanking
Summary: A quick and dirty AU piece of smut written for the Watchmen kink meme. Playing at parenting.
Blake stood in the doorway to the rented room. Even though he was wearing casual clothing, he felt the kind of excitement that he did when out in full uniform, fists flying or gun heavy in his hand. He hovered at the entrance of the room, almost wanting to draw the moment out. Laurie was sitting on a table inside dressed in a school girl uniform, her long hair done up in pigtails. The skirt was a short one, giving a nice view of the long legs that swung back and forth idly. Her calves were covered with knee socks and her black shoes glinted in the light above. She suckled on a lollipop as she gazed absently at the far wall. Blake watched with interest as her cheeks hollowed. She swirled the piece of candy over her tongue until it stained it cherry red, tinging her lips as well. When Laurie turned her head to catch sight of him finally, she put on an expression of mock surprise tinged with worry. Blake prowled into the room slowly, menacingly. Just how she liked it.
He had found out in the weeks after that meeting of masks that she had a bit of a taste for men like him. Dominant and aggressive. It had been Laurie who first thought up this little game, but it wasn't as though Blake had been reluctant to play along. She liked doing this because of the thrill it gave her, she'd confided once. A taste of something forbidden, though Laurie thought she was only playing at such a thing. It took effort for Blake to keep the smirk off his face as he approached. She had no idea exactly how kinky this all really was.
“Laurel Jane,” he began in a stern voice that made her fidget where she sat. “You know how much I hate getting calls from your teachers about you skipping school.”
She pulled the sucker from her mouth, her head bowing as she bit her lip. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You know what that means, young lady. Put that thing away and get over here.” Blake glared at her as he moved to sit on the bed.
Laurie slid off of the table, approaching slowly and with seeming apprehension, but her eyes told a different tale. They were knowing, expectant. When she'd come close enough, Blake grasped her by the arm to pull her over his knees. The short skirt hiked up to expose white panties.
“No point in delaying this,” Blake told her. “You know you deserve it.”
When he placed his hand on her rear, her breath caught, but instead of striking, he slowly caressed her bottom through cloth. Soon, though, he was pulling her underwear down her thighs to expose her. He paused, feeling Laurie shift in his lap as she waited impatiently for what she knew would follow. Blake drew out the moment, moistening suddenly dry lips with his tongue. Without warning, he brought down his hand to deliver a sharp slap to one cheek that made her cry out softly. Then a blow to the other, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise. Laurie muffled her cries, biting her lip as she shifted in his lap while he gave her a brisk spanking. She was deliciously sore by the time she felt him start to harden under her, his chest heaving.
“You're going to behave from now on, aren't you?” he asked her, each word punctuated by a slap to her rear.
“Yes, Daddy. I won't do it again, I promise,” she said, tears heard in her voice as moisture stung her eyes.
As suddenly as it started, the blows ceased, but not the movement of Blake's hand. It stroked across the reddened skin of Laurie's rear, making her hiss at the combination of stinging skin and sweet caress. A finger dipped down into the crevice between her buttocks, stroking as it traveled lower. Laurie sighed as it slid across the entrance to her cunt, smearing the moisture found there.
“You're so wet,” Blake noted, not able to keep the lust out of his voice. “I've got such a sick little girl, don't I? You should be ashamed of yourself, enjoying something like this.”
Laurie was about to answer, but whatever she was about to say broke off in a moan as he pushed two fingers inside her to slide in and out of her wetness. She was breathing as hard as Blake was after a few moments when he removed them. He drew them into his mouth, suckling on them briefly before he guided her up off of his lap.
“Get up on that bed,” Blake told her, his voice thick. “I know how to handle girls like you.”
She shifted up on the bed on her hands and knees. That was until she felt Blake's hand on the center of her back moving to press her down flat against the sheets. Laurie shivered slightly as she felt her panties drawn down her legs and off. Blake discarded them, unbuckling his belt before crawling onto the bed. He unfastened his pants, freeing his cock before moving to loom over her. Laurie felt her thighs spread a moment before he entered her in a smooth thrust that made her grunt. Blake soon set up a brisk rhythm that had Laurie bunching the sheets up into her fists as he rode her. It seemed as though neither of them would last long this night as on the edge as both of them were.
Blake listened to the sounds Laurie made as she shifted restlessly beneath him. She moaned almost constantly, her voice muffled by the mattress below her. Blake nipped at the nape of her neck and the side of her throat as he pushed into her. He pulled back, gripping her hips to bring her up onto her knees. Laurie cried out at the pounding thrusts he began to use, turning her face into the sheets as she clutched them. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in the room until Laurie's groan as her body shuddered nearly drowned this out. A few more ragged thrusts, and Blake was there as well, holding her close as he emptied within her. He collapsed on top of her panting, bracing some of his weight on an arm. He nuzzled in the space where her neck met her shoulder. The muffled words Laurie spoke to him then, the ones she always did at times like this, made him feel a pang of something that might have been happiness laced with regret.
End