Birthday Brat
poster by Dolly
Title: Birthday Brat
Author: The Satyr Icon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set in Icon AU
Classification: Smallville; Chloe/Clark; het_fic
Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things pertaining to 'Smallville' are property of the WB, DC Comics, Tollin-Robins, Al Gough & Miles Millar, and J. Siegal & J. Shuster; I am just writing for fun, and if I owned them, all would be good and clean in the World.
Summary: The epilogue to "Little Rituals"....
Word Count: 3234
~Birthday Brat~
~Prologue~
Clark laid beside Chloe, and fed her the last bite of birthday cake they shared. She bushed some of the crumbs off her shoulder and he licked off some icing off her chin. She giggled. Then she remembered something.
"Hey."
"What?"
"You said you had other gifts."
"Oh yeah."
"Don't 'oh yeah', me, Kent. I want them."
Clark sat on the edge of the bed, easily gathered Chloe up, and placed her naked body over his knee.
"I have 23 spanks to give you."
"EEP!"
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter One~
Chloe took a sharp breath in. She felt Clark's hand press her between her shoulder blades when she squirmed on his right thigh. She kicked her feet.
"Chloe...," Clark said in a voice that Chloe loved; it was his direct, take charge voice that he gave criminals and freaks when he battled them. "I want your palms on the carpet and STOP kicking your feet."
She whimpered dramatically and grudgingly placed her palms flat on the wood flooring they had in the bedroom. Her plump ass rose up on his thigh and Clark smiled. She let her feet sway. "Now, you know your toes can touch the floor, Chloe. You know this. Every time, it's the same thing: Chloe gets reminded how to get her spankings."
Chloe smiled and kicked her feet. Clark reached and gave each cheek a quick swat. Chloe yelped: the swats stung. She reached back and covered her right cheek. "Hey!"
Clark took her wrist and pulled in front of her. "Hand down, Chloe."
"That stung," she said. Chloe was full of fake rage and calculated insolence, and she knew just what provoked Clark. "Jerk."
"Do NOT call me a jerk," Clark said and swatted her cheeks again, smiling at how her cheeks shook a bit. She squirmed and grabbed his ankle.
"Ow, dammit!" Chloe said and tried to get up. Clark pressed the small of her back and Chloe smiled with her hand pinned on his thigh again. "These count against my birthday spankings...Jerk!"
"You know they do not," Clark said in a deep voice and Chloe licked her lips when she heard the seriousness in his voice and felt some wetness seep out from within her. He grabbed her dangling leg and pushed it down. "Toes touching the floor, Chloe, and palms down....do you want more reminders?"
"No." She dropped her head, smiling, thinking 'yes'.
"Then do it," Clark demanded.
"You're all big and strong," Chloe whispered lightly, barely audible. "Make me, jerk."
"What?"
"You heard me," she whispered again and started to squirm on his thigh, trying to escape. "Jerk."
Clark let her wiggle. She started to slip away when he grabbed her, settled her back on his thigh and swatted her asscheeks 2, 3, 4 more times each. He saw her cheeks flush a deep pink.
"OW! OW! OW! OW!"
He slid his hand from her ass, across her back, felt her shiver, and pressed on the back of her neck. Chloe tried to rear up but felt the pressure. She smiled but shook her head. "Lemme go you big ...bad ...Jerk!"
"HOLD STILL, CHLOE," Clark said.
"Yessss, Sir," Chloe said sweetly. She fell motionless on his thigh, in the correct position, palms on the floor, toes touching, her ass jutting up invitingly.
"Good girl," Clark praised his lover, smiled and removed his hand.
Chloe sprang up and somehow made it to the door, her her ass stingy. But Clark used his super speed and suddenly...he grabbed her with a steel-like grip, neatly catching her in the hall, and Chloe froze; he held her firm. He lifted her up effortlessly.
"Lemme GO! Lemme GO!" she shrieked, desperate, aroused. She tried to struggle in his embrace, but she was held tightly against his chest. She smiled brightly. This was a prime element of Chloe's fantasies, the moment when Clark held her, took over, took control.
"Sorry sorry sorry," Chloe whispered with a grin.
"You shouldn't have run," Clark said slowly and Chloe felt her thighs suddenly drench with her desire. "Now you're helpless."
"I'm helpless," Chloe whimpered, squirmed.
"Right now you are," Clark agreed. "Say it again."
She said "Helpless", slower.
Clark leaned into her neck. "Helpless."
She craned her neck, leaning into his hot breath. "Helpless."
"You don't like being 'helpless', don't you, Chloe?"
"Yes...but, if you're around...you'll take care of Me...."
"I will."
"Can't stop you, Clark," She moaned. "Never could, never will..."
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter Two~
"Chloe is going to get what she deserves now," He turned her to face him and the smile quickly disappeared. She saw his face, the teeth clenched, face stoic...and his eyes were red. Chloe had frightened green eyes, and she shrank against him when he carried her back to the bed.
"Clark...," She said, kissing his neck, cheek, nose, "No spanky me, pretty please?"
"Submit to your spanking," Clark said firmly, setting her down on his thigh again, "or do you have to be made to cooperate?"
Last time Clark made Chloe cooperate he used a paddle. And hot wax. It took a while using both, but she finally complied to his wishes, and he collared her.
"Okay! Okay!" Chloe said quickly. "I'll behave, Clark. I'm your good girl."
"That's right," Clark said. "Now say it properly."
"I'm your good girl...Sir," Chloe corrected herself and they both felt her wetness on his thigh increase. "Hey...I have an idea, Sir! Lets make love again and eat some more cake!"
"No," Clark said, smiling at his not-so-good girl. She just couldn't behave for a second, even after saying so.
"I'll suck and I'll swallllllllllllllllow," She sang. She licked her lips in anticipation.
"Chloe, you love to suck,”He smiled. He cupped her asscheek. “And you always swallow."
"Well...yeah," She said with a big grin. "But its been HOURS!" She thought about it more. They just had birthday sex, but she was always game for more. "The minutes since did either feel like HOURS!"
"Girl, I spank you on your birthday," Clark said.
"What about Satyrday?" Chloe asked, all sweetly, hoping it wasn't too insolent. "Wasn't My birthday then."
"You know what you did," Clark said. "You were a brat all morning."
"I didn't want you at the Daily Planet that day," she pouted. "I wanted to play with you all day."
"You went in with Me anyways," Clark said, reminding Chloe, "and you spilled that coffee while Cat Grant was talking to Me about a story."
"Well, she looked too fucking chummy with you, the bitch," Chloe snarled.
"So why spill the ENTIRE double tall mocha on Me ?" Clark loved Chloe's feisty protectiveness.
"Umm....marking you mine," Chloe whispered.
"And on your birthdays, I mark you," Clark said. Chloe dropped her head when he rubbed her ass, feeling the soft skin, the pert shape. He breathed in and smelled her arousal.
"Clark, baby, Snugglebunny," She said softly. "Did I tell you I love you ever so much?"
"Yes, this morning."
"And you love Me, right?"
"Yes...amazingly so."
"So," Chloe said, wanting to prolong the foreplay, started to get up, "lets play! MMM! More cake and sex!"
"Every minute it takes for you to settle down," Clark said, easily pinned back down on his thigh, "will be added to your spanks."
"MEANIE!"
"And each name you call me is a spank."
"FUCK!"
"Cussing? A spank."
"That's just great."
"Sarcasm? A spank."
"That, Sir, was SNARK!"
"Snark? DOUBLE spanks."
"I'll be quiet now, Sir."
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter Three~
Clark lifted Chloe's hips and she gasped when he inspected his girl, inspected her pussy, close enough so she could feel his breath. She was shaved bare, smooth, with fleshy puffy lips. Her clitoris was thick, the coral head emerged.
"Maybe I'll spank here...23 little spanks to your pussy, instead."
"You wouldn't!"
"Of course I would...you know that."
Clark tapped several times on Chloe's pussy. There were two noises - a wet 'splats' from her pink lips and deep moans from her mouth. Clark felt her coral lips; her pussy was VERY wet and he slid 2 fingers in deep. He massaged inside of her and she moved with his fingers."Time to spank your ass."
"You're really gunna spank me?" Chloe asked. "What you are doing feels soooooo good."
WHAP. Clark's hand shook her asscheek.
"OW!"
"That answered your question, Chloe," Clark simply said. "You will count them off."
SMACK. His hand fell hard on the other cheek.
"OW DAMNIT!"!
"No...not 'ow dammit', Chloe," Clark berated when he rubbed the redness. "You KNOW should have said 'one'. We'll start over. Plus add one more for the 'dammit'."
"No!"
"Chloe," Clark said sternly, "you will count them off. And you got an extra one for defiance."
WHOMP. The first hand print grew redder with the fresh spank.
"ONE, dammit!" Chloe wiggled. It stung good.
"We start over," Clark said, caressing her ass.
"Why?" She asked, knowing. She smiled.
"I'm adding more..."
"OK! I'll be good!"
"I'm happy you agree with 'more'."
"No...wait...its not okay to add more!"
"Still defiant?"
"Yes...I mean no...Stop!" Chloe said, always surprised that Clark, of all people, could tangle her up in a verbal match. 'Its cuz we're naked,' she solaced herself. "Okay...spank my ass...please...just spank My ass..."
SLAP.
'TWOOOO!' She wriggled , but he held her tight.
"No...thats one."
"Damn!...wait...Sir! I mean dang! DANG!"
"Starting over."
Clark began to really spank her. And Chloe loved it, even when she started to cry. He noticed, but continued on planting his palm on each cheek in a rhythm, the left then right, slapping her ass after Chloe called out, actually shouted out, its number. Clark slapped across each at the same time, and Chloe gritted her teeth and knew what was next. Clark slapped her HARD on right on the tuck under her cheek, her most sensitive spot. Chloe screamed and kicked but Clark carried on mercilessly. Chloe started to zone out, her body buzzing on the endorphins but she still counted ...counted past 23...30....40...to 50.
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter Four~
Finally....it stopped, and Chloe laid limply over Clark's knee, mewing pathetically with tears running down her cheeks. Her ass was throbbing with pain, a pain that pulsed deep in her pussy, deep in her anus. She was breathing hard, her head dizzy with dual sensations - pain and arousal.
"You're not done with My ass, are you, Sir?" Chloe said between sniffles.
"No."
"Good," she said, a smile on her teary face. His fingers slid over her ass, tickling her skin, making her squirm. She knew that he was admiring her ass, the naked peach cheeks bare for his eyes only, to cherish only, to love, to spank, to probe every secret detail.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Clark asked quietly.
Chloe nodded. "I always do."
"Get Me the cream for your ass, Chloe."
"Its my birthday!...You get it!" She said. And regretted it.
SWAT.
"Ow! I know...I know...'Chloe gets her cream after her spankings'," She whimpered when he rubbed the new crimson spot. "I don't have to crawl, do I?"
"Not this time."
"Gee, thanks Kent."
SLAP.
"OW! ...Thank you, Clark"
SMACK.
"OW!...Thank you SIR!" She and growled, but he let the growl slide. He always thought it was cute.
Chloe slowly lifted herself from Clark's thighs, stumbled on shaky legs to the dresser and took out a glass jar of cooling massage cream. She walked back to the bed a bit easier and smiled while she handed Clark the jar.
"Lay on the bed, Chloe," Clark said, "on your tummy."
"Mmmm."
Chloe groaned when she climbed on the bed, her glutes stretching under the crimson skin. She grabbed his pillow and laid face down with the pillow under her hips so that her ass was lifted.
"That looks a little sore," Clark said, admiring his red hand prints on her ass. He leaned over and kissed a welt.
"Looks a LITTLE sore? Sir...it IS sore...BIG sore," Chloe sighed and lifted her ass more. "And it needs lots of soothing. LOTS. Please put the cream on me...rub it all over..."
Clark kissed the small of her back, scooped a dollop of the cream and plopped it on her asscheek. Chloe moaned deeply when Clark worked the cream in, from the tops of her cheeks to the tops of thighs. It was cool and soothing, blissful on her heated welted marks. Clark fanned out his fingers, working the cream in slow lazy circles, rubbing and kneading.
Chloe was in a different sort of zone now, happy to lie there for as long as Clark wanted to massage her poor beaten ass. Clark was not in any hurry either; he loved rubbing her flesh, applying more cream, and smoothing it over her cheeks, her thighs, round and round, easing away her pain.
Chloe felt the sting die and the desire grow, so she stuck out her ass more, and she knew that it would show off her pussy and anus. His fingertip slid over the wrinkly pink furrow of her ass and Chloe sighed and shivered. She wasn't surprised that Clark touched her there; her ass was more than a slight obsession for him since she wore a pair of snug cargo pants back in their freshman year of high school. They fell in love at age fourteen, dated each other at fifteen, became lovers at seventeen, and were now engaged just hours old, she was comfortable with his touch on her most intimate places. The way his fingertip swirled there, she knew what he was thinking.
"You're NOT going to put your cock in there," Chloe said, trying to sound firm despite her want of it; she, in fact, throughly enjoyed anal sex. Clark's palms pressed her buttocks, kneading and spreading her open.
"Clark...my ass is sore...you spanked me really really hard....lemme rest..." Chloe said, pulling a pillow to her and hugging it.
"Shh birthday girl....I'm not done with you." Clark said.
"EEP!...Clark...please wait?" Chloe whimpered. But she slid up onto her knees, balling up her body, raising her ass higher for Clark despite her protests. Clark moved behind her, simply rubbed the head of his cock between her wet pussy-lips, rubbing her clit, teasing her.
"Do it." She pressed her forehead into the mattress.
"Do what, Chloe?" He smiled.
"I need you in me."
"Say it again, Girl."
"I NEED YOU IN ME, SIR!"
And Clark pulled on the small of her back, pressing just the head of his cock into her.
"Oh GOD!"
Chloe closed her eyes and relaxed; closed her eyes and opened; closed her eyes and waited to feel Clark make his body fit into hers. Her head spun; dizzy from the spanks, dizzy in anticipation of getting wonderfully fucked hard. The thick cock was pushed, sliding through the tight opening, squelching with the juices, into the tight sleeve of her pussy. Chloe moaned when she felt and heard it; to her, it was delicious and obscene.
"Ohhh God, Clark," Chloe squirmed. Clark inched his way in slowly, god bless him, she thought, his girth spreading her, his length stretching her. He knew her limits, and he took her there, orally, vaginally, or anally, every single time. And she loved him for it. There was a delightfully disgusting squishy sound while he sank into her, and a slight pain, when she felt her vagina stretch. Chloe groaned when Clark pressed, working inch by inch into her, until she reached back; she was nearly full of his hard cock. He had several inches to go.
"I can go deeper...I have before." He did not boast.
"Oh god...yes..."
Much slower, Clark worked past her hesitation, letting her get re-accustomed to being completely and utterly filled. Clark pushed until he felt a natural resistance. Her cervix.
"Fuck me Clark," Chloe pleaded.
He gripped her wrist and held it on the small of her back. Clark moaned; Chloe squeezed her pussy on him, around him, massaging his cock in a frantic rhythm when he penetrated deeper and deeper with each thrust, each thrust knocking the breath out of Chloe's lungs with a grunt of pleasure. There were tears in her eyes, but she was sighing and groaning while Clark pumped his cock into her tightness, slapping into her tender cervix. The sensation of having her pussy full of his thick cock was almost unbearable, but the joy, the bliss of it overrode that, and she wanted more.
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter Five~
Clark grabbed her and Chloe smiled. She knew that he was going to make them fly, fly up through the skylight, up into the starlit night. She loved when he took to the air, and loved when he took her in the air. But Clark wrapped his arms around her thighs, his hands locked behind her knees when he spun in the air. Chloe's kneecaps pressed against her perfect breasts, her arms trapped against her sides, her back against his chest. All she could do was what Clark willed; and his will was to slide her up and down on his cock, on her sweat on his body. He rocked her back and forth, and Chloe screamed for him not to stop fucking her like this, fucking her hard, fucking her floating in the air. She crossed her ankles, thighs pinned to her torso, fingernails raking on his steel skin. He pumped her up and down, and she writhed and jerked, moaned and cried happily, until they both felt his balls somehow smearing against her pussy-lips. Chloe orgasmed when she felt it, the sensations, the image in her mind. Clark came, too, flying 50 feet higher when he orgasmed, thrusting deep while she screamed, rocketing into her. Chloe's body shook with her own aftershocks, jetting his thick fluids deep into her.
~Birthday Brat~
~Chapter Six~
Clark spiraled down, lazily, through the skylight, back down to the bed. He released her thighs, holding Chloe by her ribcage. She sagged into his body. They were connected by the his still firm cock in her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She rubbed the top of her head under his chin and slipped her legs between his legs.
"I love you, Soon-To-Be-Chloe Kent," Clark whispered in her ear.
Fresh tears spilled while she thought of that. Again. No longer a wish, a dream, a silly school-girl's daydream. She looked at the best birthday gift she EVER got on her finger, an engagement ring, sparkly and perfect.
"I love you, My-Soon-To-Be-Husband," Chloe whispered between tiny sobs.
Clark felt her tears on his cheeks. He embraced her, rolled them to their side, spooned her, whispered into her ear promises to her that she knew he could keep, whispered truths about them she already knew. She nodded, agreeing to his whispered wishes, his wants, his desires, because they mirrored her own. She rested her head on the beefy muscles on his arm instead of a pillow, like she did every night, and snuggled back into him. Clark held her, and watched her sleep through the night.
~Birthday Brat~
~Epilogue~
She didn't dream, because her dream came true.
She was loved, warm, safe, and well protected.
She was 23 years old
She was Chloe Sullivan.
Soon to be Chloe Kent.