Cute Little Lies
With a gentle shove, Ianto found himself slightly bent over Jack’s desk, palms flat. Jack held him in place with one hand at Ianto’s collar and began smacking him hard on his trouser clad backside. The blows forced Ianto to bend over more until his head was resting on his hands.
“Ow ow ow ow ow!” cried Ianto as Jack swatted him with all his strength. He was getting walloped after all. But Jack’s other hand was gentle. Firm. Reassuring. And Ianto knew he deserved it.
“Don’t you dare lie to me like that, you sneaky little...” He substituted an appropriate noun with an extra hard smack which led to a squeal from Ianto. “You will be paying off the interest on that thing out of your own salary for as long as it takes,” scolded Jack.
“Yes, sir,” whimpered Ianto as the volley of smacks continued. He then felt Jack reach around and undo his trousers. He tried not to sob as the humiliation became unbearable. “I’m sorry!”
“So you should be,” said Jack sternly, tugging down Ianto’s trousers and underwear and continuing to spank him. He again held him in place with a firm hand on his back. “You ever do this again there will be Hell to pay, Ianto!”
“I won’t,” he sobbed freely. “I won’t do it again, Jack.”
“Oh yeah?” said Jack, still smacking him hard. “Well I’m going to have to make sure of that, aren’t I.”
The spanking ceased and Ianto felt Jack move away. He heard some rustling and knew Jack was fetching something to whack him with. He squirmed and tried not to think about it.
“Real leather,” said Jack coldly. Ianto froze in horror. He knew instantly that Jack had retrieved one of his new shoes. The ones he’d treated himself to. And he knew exactly the quality and weight of that shoe. He knew it would hurt.
Jack’s hand returned to Ianto’s back, holding him in place and Ianto braced himself. There was a firm thwack and Ianto visualised the print of the sole appearing on his buttocks as the tingling grew in intensity.
Another thwack. Ianto yelped and lurched forward. Jack’s hand became firmer and he swung the shoe into Ianto’s backside with impressive force. Just the right kind of force.
“Such good quality shoes, Ianto,” said Jack pleasantly, landing another whack on Ianto’s reddening rear. “You’re a man of taste. Of course, if you’d bought cheaper ones this wouldn’t hurt so much.”
Ianto cried out at another whack and thought he heard Jack chuckle. He pouted into the desk. Then he felt Jack pat him gently and, thinking it was over, straightened up.
“Ah ah ah,” warned Jack. “Not over yet. Bend back over the desk.”
Ianto threw him a defiant look but obeyed. And then his heart sank as he heard Jack’s belt buckle clink.
“Oh no...” he sobbed quietly into his hands. Then he felt a warm hand snake around his waist for a moment, and warm breath against his ear.
“Nearly over,” murmured Jack. “But this is what you get for lying to me. You know that.”
Ianto answered with a sniff as Jack placed a soft kiss on the side of his head and stood back once more.
“Five with the belt, Ianto,” said Jack sternly.
That firm hand returned to keeping him in place and Ianto felt himself relax deep into the desk. The belt swished through the air and slapped into his bottom several times in quick succession. He didn’t have time to think about it. It stung a little, but frankly, Jack could always make it sting worse just by using his hand. It was more the formality of it, the severity, which bothered him.
“Okay Ianto,” said Jack softly. Ianto heard the sound of a chair being moved across the floor but didn’t dare move to look. “Last part of your punishment. This bit is because you were very childish. Over my knee.”
Ianto turned around slowly, a quizzical expression on his face. Jack was seated just inches from him on the hard backed chair. He patted his thigh.
“Over my knee. Now, please.”
Ianto shuffled over, his trousers and briefs still pooled around his ankles and Jack helped him drape over his lap. He felt comforted by the intimacy.
Jack raised his hand and then lightly smacked the already tender buttocks before him. Ianto flinched. But it wasn’t a hard smack. It was just a tap. Several more followed and Ianto began to experience a well of conflicting feelings. It barely stung and he almost wished it were harder. It was as if the lighter the smacks were, the stupider he felt, and then he realised that the purpose of this part of the punishment was not to inflict physical discomfort, but to teach him not to be childish. And it was working, because he felt very, very silly, being punished like a 5 year old whilst his silk tie dangled before him.
With one last little smack, a bit sharper than the others, the spanking finally ceased for good. Ianto felt Jack’s heat as he bent over him and that hot breath at his ear once more.
“Naughty boy,” whispered Jack.
Ianto felt shame crash through him and buried his face into Jack’s leg. He was soon aware that Jack was helping him to stand.
His bottom stung. He winced a bit as Jack glared at him with folded arms and decided that more contrition would be wise at this point.
“Bed,” said Jack sharply.
“Yes sir,” muttered Ianto meekly. He pulled up his trousers so he could at least walk and looked to Jack once more.
“I’ll be along shortly,” said Jack simply, not breaking any authority.
“Okay,” said Ianto. He made his way out of Jack’s office and trailed miserably down to the hatch.
He felt wretched. He’d only meant to get into a little bit of trouble. He’d hoped Jack would find it cute. But it had got out of hand. And he’d got into real trouble.
He lay face down on the bed and tried not to cry into the pillow. He was so angry with himself. He tried not to think about what a screw up he was. He tried not to remember the four weeks he’d spent locked up for being lippy to the Judge at his shoplifting trial. He tried not to think about how disappointed his Da had been and how much he’d wished for physical punishment in lieu of the silent anger he was subjected to when returning home.
He brought him some comfort that Jack knew how best to deal with him.
“I can hear you thinking,” said Jack. It made Ianto jump. He hadn’t heard him arrive at all. “It’s okay. Stay there.”
Jack sat on the bed beside him and stroked his hair. He leaned forward and kissed his head. “You berk,” he said fondly.
“Are you still mad at me?” asked Ianto.
“No,” Jack said with a grin. “You know I kinda like it when you misbehave.”
Ianto rested his head on the pillow and gazed up at Jack. “But not that much?”
“You crossed a line,” said Jack. “Destroying credit card statements? A sure path to evil, that is.”
Ianto frowned. Jack sighed. “I’m angry that you lied about it. It made me feel weird. A cute little lie about who ate the last cookie is one thing. But when I ask you a work question I need to know I can rely on you.”
“You can,” said Ianto quickly. “I’m sorry I dragged personal stuff into work stuff.”
“I forgive you,” whispered Jack, still stroking his hair. “I know you didn’t mean to. And there’s still an element of cute in it.”
Ianto blinked. “Really?”
Jack frowned at him. “Only a little bit,” he said sternly.
Ianto pouted, his eyes twinkling defiantly.
“Well for what it’s worth,” he said. “We always know who had the last cookie, because it’s always you.”
Jack raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you think it’s a little soon to be so cheeky?”
“And you’re the one who lies about it.” Ianto smirked.
Jack’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Now you’re just twisting stuff.”
Ianto giggled and made room for Jack on the bed.
“You like me twisted,” rasped Ianto as Jack snuggled up to him.
“I really do,” breathed Jack before kissing Ianto properly and deeply. They lay on the bed, cuddled up and snogging for several minutes. They eventually pulled apart dreamily.
Ianto swallowed, tasting something in his mouth. He scowled at Jack.
“Jack. Did you finish all of those chocolate biscuits before coming down here?”
Jack squirmed beside him. “No,” he said sweetly, gazing back at Ianto with his baby blue eyes. “Wasn’t me...”
Ianto pulled Jack in tightly to him. “Jack...”
“Wasn’t me,” Jack said as he wriggled, grinning smugly. Ianto couldn’t help but laugh. He patted Jack firmly on the bottom, eliciting an adorable pout, and then leaned in and kissed Jack thoroughly and for some time.
Ianto licked his lips. “So why do you taste of chocolate biscuits?”
“It’s a mystery,” whispered Jack, pressing against Ianto and kissing him back lustfully. Ianto responded in kind but still managed to give Jack’s bottom a sharp swat. Jack yelped.
“Cute little liar,” whispered Ianto with a smile. He held Jack closely to him and they wriggled together. Jack’s face was flushed and his eyes were smoky.
“I’ve been naughty,” breathed Jack as he snuggled up to Ianto. “Wanna be naughtier.”
Ianto chuckled. He nuzzled Jack’s neck. Hands began to wander and caress as they explored one another, gradually peeling of clothing to be as close to each other as possible.
Once naked, they lay facing each other in a strong embrace; limbs entangled. Jack’s hand folded around Ianto’s hardness as Ianto ran his fingers over Jack’s balls. They sighed and gasped together. Ianto clasped Jack’s cock and soon they were masturbating each other in earnest. Lips met and hips rocked as breaths turned to moans.
“Oh yeah,” sighed Jack, his eyes closed and lips parted.
“Yeah,” replied Ianto. He tightened his fist and Jack clutched onto him, pushing harder and groaning into his shoulder. They bucked against each other as their hands moved furiously and their bodies began to tremble. “Oh Jack!” cried Ianto.
“Yes!” screamed Jack. And with that, they came powerfully all over each other.
They lay gasping and shuddering for some time.
Eventually the world seemed less hazy. Ianto blinked at Jack who was studying him.
“Again?” asked Jack hopefully.
Ianto laughed and kissed him sweetly. “No. Go to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep. I had too many chocolate biscuits. And the super-duper-overly-priced-coffee-machine coffee has me wired.”
“Naughty boy,” murmured Ianto. He was half asleep already.
“Look who’s talking,” muttered Jack with a smirk. “It’s your fault we have such good coffee now.” He kissed Ianto’s forehead. “Naughty boy,” he whispered.
Ianto smiled gently as he fell further asleep, feeling surrounded by love, forgiveness... and chocolate biscuit breath.
