FIC: Xanax & Punishment
Title: Xanax And Punishment
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Fandom: RPS
Categories: Christian Kane/Riley Smith, Domestic Discipline
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement.
Disclaimer: Christian Kane and Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Riley comes home to discover that Christian is very disappointed with his behaviour on tour in England.
“What the fuck were you thinking boy?” Christian growled, squeezing the back of Riley’s neck and shaking him none-too-gently.
“I…” Riley squeaked, his eyes widening at the look of anger on Christian’s face.
“Do you have any idea what your behaviour put us through?” Christian continued, his expression darkening. “What you did was fucking stupid. Steve was worried sick about you.”
“I know,” Riley whispered, his cheeks flushing pink. He met Christian’s eyes, flinching at the disappointment he saw in them. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“Sometimes,” Christian informed him. “Sorry isn’t good enough.”
The colour drained from Riley’s face at Christian’s words; he knew exactly what Christian meant. “I…” His voice broke and he shook his head, wetting his lips nervously. He tried to take a step backwards but Christian was still holding him tightly. “Christian, please…”
“You know the rules,” Christian quirked an eyebrow. “You agreed to them. You know what happens when you pull a stunt like this.” His hand ran up the back of Riley’s neck to tug on his hair.
“Yeah,” Riley sighed in resignation, subconsciously leaning into the touch. “You’re gonna spank me.”
Christian nodded, releasing his grip on Riley and taking a step back. “Strip,” he instructed, sitting down on a chair, legs splayed, watching intently as Riley quickly stripped. “Come here.”
Riley flushed again, slowly moving to stand between Christian’s legs; his hands automatically moving to cover his cock. He stared at the floor between his feet, his breath coming in short fast puffs, his chest fluttering with equal parts nerves and excitement.
“Riley,” Christian reached up to tilt Riley’s chin up. “Look at me.” He waited for Riley to lift his gaze, meeting Christian’s eyes, mutely pleading with him; a look Christian ignored. “Do you accept your punishment?”
“Yes.” Riley’s voice was so quiet Christian could barely hear it. He bit down on his lower lip, white teeth worrying at the soft flesh.
“Good boy.” Christian grabbed Riley’s wrist and tugged him closer. “Bend over” He pushed Riley over his right thigh, then locked his left leg around both of Riley’s to stop him from kicking and squirming. “OK?” He asked, right hand resting on Riley’s tailbone, his thumb right at the top of the crease of his ass.
Riley wriggled, trying to get comfortable, exhaling heavily as Christian held him in place, one hand starting to rub circles over his ass. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, stilling.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“No, please! I’ll keep still, I promise!”
“I doubt it,” Christian replied with a snort, idly stroking the top of Riley’s thigh with one thumb. “We’ll see.” Christian placed one hand flat in the small of Riley’s back. The hand that a moment ago had been stroking his ass gently was lifted and brought down with a stinging slap on the centre of his left ass cheek. Riley barely had time to buck against Christian before he hit him again on the right. The crack seemed to echo around the room, Riley whimpering softly. Christian began a steady rhythm of strokes; Riley’s ass turning from a blushing pink to a bright red.
Riley’s breath caught in his chest after every strike, his fists curling around Christian’s calf, his legs flexing against Christian’s thighs with each smack. Christian had to increase the pressure on the middle of Riley’s back to keep him in place, but he continued the relentless pace, covering every inch of his ass with the flat of his hand. Then he landed his first blow on the tender skin at the top of Riley’s thigh, and with a cry his hand flew up to tangle with Christian’s, vainly trying to protect himself.
Christian let his fingers tangle with Riley’s as he tried to calm his own heavy breathing. His palm was hot and tingling in Riley's desperate grasp, almost itching as sensation raced back to the numb flesh. From Riley's low moan, he knew the other man must be suffering the same thing, but in a much more tender area. However, Riley’s punishment was far from over - especially considering he had broken his promise.
Still holding onto Riley's fingers with his left hand, Christian began to stroke the long curve of his spine in a soothing gesture with his right. Riley’s t-shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat as Christian’s hand swept up it, his palm settling around the tense column of Riley's neck, massaging the tight muscles there until he sighed and shifted on his lap, relaxing. "Give me your other hand."
With a small sob Riley released his grip on Christian's calf and reached up awkwardly behind him, Christian catching his wrist in a firm grips and pulling it to the small of his back, holding both his hands behind him. Riley whimpered, instinctively straining against the hold when Christian brought his legs together, tipping him further forward and bringing his ass higher up in the air
Riley cried out at the first blow of the renewed spanking, trying to squirm away off Christian's lap. Christian merely tightened his grip on Riley’s wrists and swung again, connecting flat across Riley's buttocks, each smack concentrated on the soft curve just above Riley's thighs, cupping the flesh in his hand with every upward slap. It only took a few swats before Riley was twisting desperately on his lap, his legs straining against Christian's as he sought to evade the stinging slaps. “Fuck! Chris, not so hard,” Riley begged. “Please… I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” His pleas grew louder as he thrashed frantically against Christian’s hold on him. "Stop, Christian please… I’m sorry… I can't take any more!"
The genuine pain in Riley’s voice stopped Christian instantly, the blows stopping as suddenly as they’d started, Christian’s hand gently caressing Riley’s ass. “Good boy,” Christian praised him, dropping a kiss to the centre of his shoulder blades. He helped him to a standing position, holding him upright as he wobbled slightly. “OK?” Christian asked.
Riley sniffed and nodded, wiping his face with the backs of his hands. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“I know,” Christian replied. “But you ain’t done yet.” Riley’s eyes widened and he bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from retorting. Christian nodded approvingly. “Stand in the corner and put your hands behind your head.
Riley opened his mouth but shut it again wordlessly at a glare from Christian. He blushed but nodded, walking shakily to do as he’d been instructed. He folded his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked, his eyes sliding closed as he pressed his forehead against the wall.
Christian sighed, swearing under his breath as he sank back down onto the chair, his thighs trembling and his palm stinging. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands, fingers tugging at his hair. He took a few deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down. He sat quietly as he got himself under control, lifting his gaze to look at Riley, wincing at the sight of his bruised ass. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, legs out in front of him, back arching. He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
After a few minutes, he rose to his feet and crossed the room to stand behind Riley; one finger trailing down his hot, swollen and throbbing ass before leaving one last stinging slap that made Riley yell out and jerk forward, his head hitting the wall.
“I don’t like punishing you.” Christian said softly, turning Riley to face him. “But your behaviour in Birmingham was unacceptable. I know why you did it,” he paused, cupping Riley’s face in his hands, brushing away his tears with his thumbs. “I know you don’t like to fly. I know you take the Xanax. I understand how it happened, really I do but… it was fuckin’ stupid. You had a lot of people very worried about you, Riley.” He pressed a kiss to Riley’s forehead before pulling him tightly into a hug.
“I know,” Riley whispered, returning the hug. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“I know. And I forgive you.”
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Fandom: RPS
Categories: Christian Kane/Riley Smith, Domestic Discipline
Rating: R
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement.
Disclaimer: Christian Kane and Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Riley comes home to discover that Christian is very disappointed with his behaviour on tour in England.
“What the fuck were you thinking boy?” Christian growled, squeezing the back of Riley’s neck and shaking him none-too-gently.
“I…” Riley squeaked, his eyes widening at the look of anger on Christian’s face.
“Do you have any idea what your behaviour put us through?” Christian continued, his expression darkening. “What you did was fucking stupid. Steve was worried sick about you.”
“I know,” Riley whispered, his cheeks flushing pink. He met Christian’s eyes, flinching at the disappointment he saw in them. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“Sometimes,” Christian informed him. “Sorry isn’t good enough.”
The colour drained from Riley’s face at Christian’s words; he knew exactly what Christian meant. “I…” His voice broke and he shook his head, wetting his lips nervously. He tried to take a step backwards but Christian was still holding him tightly. “Christian, please…”
“You know the rules,” Christian quirked an eyebrow. “You agreed to them. You know what happens when you pull a stunt like this.” His hand ran up the back of Riley’s neck to tug on his hair.
“Yeah,” Riley sighed in resignation, subconsciously leaning into the touch. “You’re gonna spank me.”
Christian nodded, releasing his grip on Riley and taking a step back. “Strip,” he instructed, sitting down on a chair, legs splayed, watching intently as Riley quickly stripped. “Come here.”
Riley flushed again, slowly moving to stand between Christian’s legs; his hands automatically moving to cover his cock. He stared at the floor between his feet, his breath coming in short fast puffs, his chest fluttering with equal parts nerves and excitement.
“Riley,” Christian reached up to tilt Riley’s chin up. “Look at me.” He waited for Riley to lift his gaze, meeting Christian’s eyes, mutely pleading with him; a look Christian ignored. “Do you accept your punishment?”
“Yes.” Riley’s voice was so quiet Christian could barely hear it. He bit down on his lower lip, white teeth worrying at the soft flesh.
“Good boy.” Christian grabbed Riley’s wrist and tugged him closer. “Bend over” He pushed Riley over his right thigh, then locked his left leg around both of Riley’s to stop him from kicking and squirming. “OK?” He asked, right hand resting on Riley’s tailbone, his thumb right at the top of the crease of his ass.
Riley wriggled, trying to get comfortable, exhaling heavily as Christian held him in place, one hand starting to rub circles over his ass. “Yeah,” he replied quietly, stilling.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“No, please! I’ll keep still, I promise!”
“I doubt it,” Christian replied with a snort, idly stroking the top of Riley’s thigh with one thumb. “We’ll see.” Christian placed one hand flat in the small of Riley’s back. The hand that a moment ago had been stroking his ass gently was lifted and brought down with a stinging slap on the centre of his left ass cheek. Riley barely had time to buck against Christian before he hit him again on the right. The crack seemed to echo around the room, Riley whimpering softly. Christian began a steady rhythm of strokes; Riley’s ass turning from a blushing pink to a bright red.
Riley’s breath caught in his chest after every strike, his fists curling around Christian’s calf, his legs flexing against Christian’s thighs with each smack. Christian had to increase the pressure on the middle of Riley’s back to keep him in place, but he continued the relentless pace, covering every inch of his ass with the flat of his hand. Then he landed his first blow on the tender skin at the top of Riley’s thigh, and with a cry his hand flew up to tangle with Christian’s, vainly trying to protect himself.
Christian let his fingers tangle with Riley’s as he tried to calm his own heavy breathing. His palm was hot and tingling in Riley's desperate grasp, almost itching as sensation raced back to the numb flesh. From Riley's low moan, he knew the other man must be suffering the same thing, but in a much more tender area. However, Riley’s punishment was far from over - especially considering he had broken his promise.
Still holding onto Riley's fingers with his left hand, Christian began to stroke the long curve of his spine in a soothing gesture with his right. Riley’s t-shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat as Christian’s hand swept up it, his palm settling around the tense column of Riley's neck, massaging the tight muscles there until he sighed and shifted on his lap, relaxing. "Give me your other hand."
With a small sob Riley released his grip on Christian's calf and reached up awkwardly behind him, Christian catching his wrist in a firm grips and pulling it to the small of his back, holding both his hands behind him. Riley whimpered, instinctively straining against the hold when Christian brought his legs together, tipping him further forward and bringing his ass higher up in the air
Riley cried out at the first blow of the renewed spanking, trying to squirm away off Christian's lap. Christian merely tightened his grip on Riley’s wrists and swung again, connecting flat across Riley's buttocks, each smack concentrated on the soft curve just above Riley's thighs, cupping the flesh in his hand with every upward slap. It only took a few swats before Riley was twisting desperately on his lap, his legs straining against Christian's as he sought to evade the stinging slaps. “Fuck! Chris, not so hard,” Riley begged. “Please… I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” His pleas grew louder as he thrashed frantically against Christian’s hold on him. "Stop, Christian please… I’m sorry… I can't take any more!"
The genuine pain in Riley’s voice stopped Christian instantly, the blows stopping as suddenly as they’d started, Christian’s hand gently caressing Riley’s ass. “Good boy,” Christian praised him, dropping a kiss to the centre of his shoulder blades. He helped him to a standing position, holding him upright as he wobbled slightly. “OK?” Christian asked.
Riley sniffed and nodded, wiping his face with the backs of his hands. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“I know,” Christian replied. “But you ain’t done yet.” Riley’s eyes widened and he bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from retorting. Christian nodded approvingly. “Stand in the corner and put your hands behind your head.
Riley opened his mouth but shut it again wordlessly at a glare from Christian. He blushed but nodded, walking shakily to do as he’d been instructed. He folded his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked, his eyes sliding closed as he pressed his forehead against the wall.
Christian sighed, swearing under his breath as he sank back down onto the chair, his thighs trembling and his palm stinging. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands, fingers tugging at his hair. He took a few deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down. He sat quietly as he got himself under control, lifting his gaze to look at Riley, wincing at the sight of his bruised ass. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, legs out in front of him, back arching. He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
After a few minutes, he rose to his feet and crossed the room to stand behind Riley; one finger trailing down his hot, swollen and throbbing ass before leaving one last stinging slap that made Riley yell out and jerk forward, his head hitting the wall.
“I don’t like punishing you.” Christian said softly, turning Riley to face him. “But your behaviour in Birmingham was unacceptable. I know why you did it,” he paused, cupping Riley’s face in his hands, brushing away his tears with his thumbs. “I know you don’t like to fly. I know you take the Xanax. I understand how it happened, really I do but… it was fuckin’ stupid. You had a lot of people very worried about you, Riley.” He pressed a kiss to Riley’s forehead before pulling him tightly into a hug.
“I know,” Riley whispered, returning the hug. “I’m sorry, Chris.”
“I know. And I forgive you.”
~El Fin~