A Hard Lesson (Viggo/Elijah) NC-17
Title: A Hard Lesson
Author: moit
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Romance
Warnings: caning, implied D/s relationship
Summary: Elijah has an indiscretion and Viggo must punish him.
Word Count: 688
Challenge: Kink_bingo space "Caning"
Smack!
“One, Sir!”
Smack!
“Two, Sir!”
Viggo paused to admire the welts on Elijah’s firm backside. Elijah groaned, and pushed back towards Viggo. He didn’t want him to be able to anticipate the next stroke.
Their evening had been pleasant until Elijah knocked over his wine glass. Viggo stood up to retrieve the cane. When he returned, Elijah was waiting, bent over the dining room table without a stitch of clothing covering his body. It pleased Viggo to know he didn’t have to give that particular order, but he wouldn’t tell Elijah as much.
Together, they had come a long way. Viggo used to have to bind and gag Elijah while punishing him.
The cane came down again, with a solid smack!
“Three, Sir!”
Three parallel welts on Elijah’s creamy ass. He wouldn’t be able to sit down tonight, for sure.
“How many strokes do you deserve for your lack of awareness?”
Viggo brought the cane down again.
Smack!
“Four, Sir! I get ten strokes for lack of awareness, Sir!”
“Good boy.” Viggo ran a calloused hand over one of Elijah’s flaming ass cheeks. He removed his hand and swung the cane again, but deliberately failed to connect.
Elijah’s ass clenched tight in anticipation. He relaxed when he realized no blow was forthcoming.
“Do you clench like that when I fuck you?” Viggo asked.
“Not unless you tell me to, Sir.”
“Then why are you doing it now?”
“I’m frightened, Sir.”
“Frightened? Of the cane?” Viggo paused to survey his cane. It was a simple piece, made of birch, with a firm handle. “You didn’t seem as frightened when I took the cat to your ass for biting down on David’s dick.”
Elijah adjusted his grip on the far edge of the table. “Permission to speak freely, Sir?”
“Permission granted.”
“I was aroused when you spanked me that time. The blows were easier to take.”
Viggo brought the cane down on Elijah’s tensed ass again.
Smack!
“Five, Sir!”
“I don’t want you to have to be aroused to take your punishment without tensing.” He trailed a fingertip down Elijah’s cleft. Due to months of training, the boy relaxed instantly. “Good boy. I want you that relaxed for the next stroke. Trust me, they’re easier to take when you relax.”
Viggo gave another false blow. Elijah flinched, but remained otherwise relaxed.
“Good boy,” Viggo repeated. He delivered two strokes in quick succession, watching the muscles under Elijah’s skin carefully.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah tightened up after the second stroke, but realised his mistake and relaxed immediately.
“Six, Sir! Seven, Sir!”
“I told you, I don’t want you tensing up, no matter how fast I deliver the blows.” He swung the cane again, and this time Elijah remained perfectly still, perfectly relaxed, despite his death grip on the table.
Smack!
“Eight, Sir!”
The next two blows came one right after another.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah maintained control. Viggo was pleased.
“Nine, Sir! Ten, Sir!”
“Very good, Elijah.”
Viggo set the cane on the table. Elijah straightened and slid smoothly to his knees. His blue eyes watched Viggo’s face for direction.
Viggo caressed Elijah’s cheek. “Do you know why you were punished?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I spilled my wine.”
“Because you need to be more aware of yourself and your surroundings. That said . . .” Viggo walked out of the room. He returned carrying his hardcover copy of The Lord of the Rings. “I want you to balance this on top of your head while you suck me off this time. If the book falls, you get ten more strokes with the cane and we start all over. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Elijah managed to keep the book from falling even once. Not even when Viggo thrusted to the back of Elijah’s throat as he came, did the book fall.
Viggo removed the book and set it on the table next to the cane. “You did very well. Shall we continue our dinner in the living room? I don’t imagine you’ll be able to sit at the table this evening.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Elijah said, allowing Viggo to help him to his feet.
Author: moit
Pairing: Viggo/Elijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Romance
Warnings: caning, implied D/s relationship
Summary: Elijah has an indiscretion and Viggo must punish him.
Word Count: 688
Challenge: Kink_bingo space "Caning"
Smack!
“One, Sir!”
Smack!
“Two, Sir!”
Viggo paused to admire the welts on Elijah’s firm backside. Elijah groaned, and pushed back towards Viggo. He didn’t want him to be able to anticipate the next stroke.
Their evening had been pleasant until Elijah knocked over his wine glass. Viggo stood up to retrieve the cane. When he returned, Elijah was waiting, bent over the dining room table without a stitch of clothing covering his body. It pleased Viggo to know he didn’t have to give that particular order, but he wouldn’t tell Elijah as much.
Together, they had come a long way. Viggo used to have to bind and gag Elijah while punishing him.
The cane came down again, with a solid smack!
“Three, Sir!”
Three parallel welts on Elijah’s creamy ass. He wouldn’t be able to sit down tonight, for sure.
“How many strokes do you deserve for your lack of awareness?”
Viggo brought the cane down again.
Smack!
“Four, Sir! I get ten strokes for lack of awareness, Sir!”
“Good boy.” Viggo ran a calloused hand over one of Elijah’s flaming ass cheeks. He removed his hand and swung the cane again, but deliberately failed to connect.
Elijah’s ass clenched tight in anticipation. He relaxed when he realized no blow was forthcoming.
“Do you clench like that when I fuck you?” Viggo asked.
“Not unless you tell me to, Sir.”
“Then why are you doing it now?”
“I’m frightened, Sir.”
“Frightened? Of the cane?” Viggo paused to survey his cane. It was a simple piece, made of birch, with a firm handle. “You didn’t seem as frightened when I took the cat to your ass for biting down on David’s dick.”
Elijah adjusted his grip on the far edge of the table. “Permission to speak freely, Sir?”
“Permission granted.”
“I was aroused when you spanked me that time. The blows were easier to take.”
Viggo brought the cane down on Elijah’s tensed ass again.
Smack!
“Five, Sir!”
“I don’t want you to have to be aroused to take your punishment without tensing.” He trailed a fingertip down Elijah’s cleft. Due to months of training, the boy relaxed instantly. “Good boy. I want you that relaxed for the next stroke. Trust me, they’re easier to take when you relax.”
Viggo gave another false blow. Elijah flinched, but remained otherwise relaxed.
“Good boy,” Viggo repeated. He delivered two strokes in quick succession, watching the muscles under Elijah’s skin carefully.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah tightened up after the second stroke, but realised his mistake and relaxed immediately.
“Six, Sir! Seven, Sir!”
“I told you, I don’t want you tensing up, no matter how fast I deliver the blows.” He swung the cane again, and this time Elijah remained perfectly still, perfectly relaxed, despite his death grip on the table.
Smack!
“Eight, Sir!”
The next two blows came one right after another.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah maintained control. Viggo was pleased.
“Nine, Sir! Ten, Sir!”
“Very good, Elijah.”
Viggo set the cane on the table. Elijah straightened and slid smoothly to his knees. His blue eyes watched Viggo’s face for direction.
Viggo caressed Elijah’s cheek. “Do you know why you were punished?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I spilled my wine.”
“Because you need to be more aware of yourself and your surroundings. That said . . .” Viggo walked out of the room. He returned carrying his hardcover copy of The Lord of the Rings. “I want you to balance this on top of your head while you suck me off this time. If the book falls, you get ten more strokes with the cane and we start all over. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Elijah managed to keep the book from falling even once. Not even when Viggo thrusted to the back of Elijah’s throat as he came, did the book fall.
Viggo removed the book and set it on the table next to the cane. “You did very well. Shall we continue our dinner in the living room? I don’t imagine you’ll be able to sit at the table this evening.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Elijah said, allowing Viggo to help him to his feet.