Merlin (BBC) Anonymous Kink Meme

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MERLIN KINK MEME

Here it is folks, the first Merlin Kink Meme (that I know about.)

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Part Three

[thestorymaker]

Warily Merlin reached for his belt and with shaking fingers unfastened it, unable to look at Arthur as he did so. Suddenly he felt as if he were in a dream, removed from the scene, moving in slow, waxy motion. He paused when he lifted his hands to hook his thumbs into the waistline of his trousers, unsure if he were even in his right mind. With a nervous gulp he pushed down at the material and felt it sliding down over his hips and thighs.

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.

Part Four

[thestorymaker]

Arthur had once more lain his hand over Merlin’s arse, this time fingers slowly kneading into the red, warm flesh. Merlin closed his eyes tightly, Arthur’s fingers dragging over his pained skin causing it to tingle once more. Mortified, Merlin realised the act was causing other parts of his body to take notice and tried to think of anything to stop himself growing hard, aware his cock was pressed hard against Arthur’s solid thigh. The very thought of it caused Merlin to flush even more and he determined himself not to move anymore than he had in his position, lest he cause any friction for himself.

“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.

OP

[thestorymaker]

This was just WOW <3

Re: Part Four

[rain_polish]

That is damn gorgeous. Mmm, I love spanking fics! Thank you for this! :)