Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme
MERLIN KINK MEME
Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)
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Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)
THE RULES
♥ Post your request ANONYMOUSLY. Unless you'd really prefer not to.♥ One request per comment ( Read more... )
Merlin found himself a little confused as to what Arthur was alluding to. Arthur walked away from him to the mahogany desk by the window and pulled out the chair, turning it around as Merlin wondered exactly what was happening.
“Arthur, I-” he started as Arthur looked over at him with a measured glare.
“Come here Merlin.” he said the tone back in his voice, which dared Merlin to do anything other than what he was told.
Merlin approached him, an uncertain feeling building up inside him as the prince scrutinized him.
“Merlin, do you wish to continue serving me?” Arthur asked him as he came to a halt by the prince.
“Yes Sire.” Merlin replied honestly.
“Do you understand things need to change if you have any chance of remaining in the station of my manservant?”
Arthur’s voice seemed tinged with softness; as if he were hoping Merlin wouldn’t reply negatively to any of his questions. Merlin dared a glance up at the prince and Arthur stared right back at him with a solemn expression.
“Yes Sire.” Merlin replied again, finding his mouth seemed to be drying up.
“You’re willing to undergo disciplining and punishment if necessary to learn from your mistakes?”
Merlin was hesitant at first, unsure where Arthur was going with all of this. The prince merely looked at him with expectant eyes and Merlin knew if he said no then it may bring an end to his tenure as manservant to Arthur. It seemed Arthur was determined to keep him in his current position as servant as much as he wanted to stay, the least he could do was go along with Arthur’s methods, for the time being.
“Yes Sire.” he heard himself saying, though quieter than he’d spoken before.
Arthur seemed pleased they were making this much progress without argument or question. Perhaps they were onto a good thing. Arthur sat on the chair, an uncomfortable monstrosity, straight backed, no arms, old ornate carvings adorning the legs and back. Arthur rarely sat on it and Merlin at times wondered why he kept it seeing as he disliked it so much.
“Now, take down your pants.”
Merlin had to look at the prince carefully to ensure he’d just heard what he thought he’d just heard.
“Sire?”
“You heard me,” Arthur replied, tone neutral so Merlin could neither wonder if he were joking or was deadly serious.
Considering his options, Merlin knew he could just walk out and leave but part of him was consumed with curiosity.
“Do it, or I’ll have some guards come in and do it for you.” Arthur said, this time his tone dripping with commanding authority.
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Before he could push the material any further, Arthur reached out, hand grasping round his elbow and he was unceremoniously pulled over Arthur’s knees. Merlin felt the wind knock out of his lungs as he lurched forward, putting his hands out to steady himself, planting them on the floor. He was aware of his cheeks furiously burning up, was aware his entire body was quite possibly flushing from being put into such a position. Humiliation thrummed through him as Arthur pulled up his shirt and paused. Merlin couldn’t remember being treated in such a way since he’d been a child and his mother had caught him using his magic to tease one of the little girls in the village into thinking her home was haunted.
After catching his breath he pushed at his hands, trying to right himself, only Arthur had planted a hand on his back and he was effectively immobile, his trousers trussed around his ankles.
“Arthur!”
Before he could speak any further a sharp sound of palm hitting skin reverberated around the room. Merlin jolted in surprise, both at the sound and the feel. He could feel his ears burning as he drew in a sharp breath and the hand applied a blow to his other arse cheek. Merlin couldn’t form words, completely shocked by what was happening. The only sound in the room was the slap, slap, slap of Arthur’s hand on his arse. Arthur didn’t hold back in his application of the spanking, his hand was coarse, rough and hard and soon Merlin’s arse was red and sore from the punishment. Only when the skin felt warm under his palm did Arthur pause.
Merlin drew in some breaths, his arse burning with a tingling sensation of pain. He could feel calloused fingers gently brushing over his skin and tried not to concentrate on the fact that Arthur was caressing him.
“Merlin.” Arthur said to him, firm and in control with a casual air. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because I was careless?” Merlin replied in an uncertain tone.
The hand came down firmly on his arse cheek and he jerked in response of it.
“Careless?” Arthur asked, wanting more of an explanation.
“I wasn’t paying attention at the feast and I-,” Merlin paused, taking in a breath, gulping down shame and embarrassment. “My carelessness caused embarrassment for the king.”
“Just the king?”
Merlin bit his lower lip and shook his head. “And you also.”
“Why weren’t you paying attention?” Arthur asked him in thought.
Merlin could feel a finger trailing in a round circle first over one arse cheek and then the other. It felt, intimate, as if Arthur was being studious and Merlin was unsure what the touch meant.
“I don’t know.”
The finger stopped its trailing and he received two hard slaps on his arse for the excuse such as it was, instead. He grunted in pain from that, his arse was becoming tender from the treatment. Merlin could feel his arms starting to ache from where he braced himself against the floor and wondered how long he’d have to endure this ordeal.
“I was thinking of other things,” Merlin said quickly.
“Such as?”
“My other chores.” Merlin said meekly, though he knew it only to be a half-truth. He’d been partly bored by the festivities, had been thinking of his chores the rest of the evening and the following day. He’d also been watching Arthur from the corner of his eye, as of late the prince had been taking up most of his attention.
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“Sire,” Merlin said warily, afraid of what his body was about to belie in such a position.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Arthur cut him off before he could continue.
“Yes.”
“And that would be?” Arthur asked, wanting confirmation.
“That I should keep my mind on the chore at hand.” Merlin replied. “And watch where I’m going.”
“Good.” Arthur told him approvingly.
Merlin sighed a sigh of relief and made to get up but Arthur pushed him back down, hand still planted firmly in the middle of his back. Merlin received a slap on his arse for the movement and the sensation shot straight to his groin.
“Did I tell you, you could get up?” Arthur’s voice was icy again.
“No Sire.” Merlin replied, trying to ignore the aching in his elbows and shoulders.
“You’ve still a lot to learn Merlin, and right now I’m going to make sure you remember your lesson from tonight. You will also be punished for your presumptuousness.”
“Yes Sire.” Merlin almost whispered with regret at the thought.
The silence engulfed him for a mere few seconds before the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room once more. Arthur had a strong swing and gave carefully measured strokes; Merlin felt each stinging blow ripple through his arse flesh. He screwed up his eyes to prevent the tears forming from escaping, the pain becoming too much to bear that eventually he could no longer hold in the grunts of pain Arthur was causing him.
He was also aware each jolt caused him to slowly tremble against Arthur, and his cock certainly took notice of the friction. Merlin didn’t think he could be anymore humiliated and willed away the tingling feeling growing in his groin. Now was not the time to be getting an erection, even if Arthur was the usual subject of his fantasies something he wished to remain secret.
“Arthur please,” he found himself saying. This was worse than a whipping, far more humiliating than being put into the stocks. He wasn’t sure he could stand much more and found himself begging to be released before he made a complete fool of himself. “Please no more Sire. I’m sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”
He was babbling so much it took him a few moments to realise Arthur had stopped. Once more his fingers were gently massaging into his pained skin, even the hand in the middle of Merlin’s back seemed to be slowly moving back and forth as if comforting him.
“All right, it’s over.” Arthur assured him in a soothing tone.
Merlin instantly relaxed and started to move, Arthur steadily helping him back to stand in one fluid movement. Merlin felt slightly dizzy and swayed a second, Arthur catching him by the arms until he stood straight. Merlin couldn’t meet his eyes, still feeling ashamed and humbled by what had just happened.
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