Naughty soldiers must be punished
Title: Naughty soldiers must be punished
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC
WARNINGS: Contains role play and spanking
Summary: Ianto receives and interesting item in the post and decided to put it to good use.
Ianto had just opened up the tourist office and was preparing himself for another boring morning when the door opened and in walked the postman with the mail. Ianto wondered about this postman, he never seemed to bother asking about the fact that they got piles and piles of mail delivered to them each week addressed to people who he had never once seen in the office. Or maybe he just wasn’t bothered.
“Got a parcel for you today,” he said, “Need you to sign for it.”
Ianto took the parcel and noticed it was addressed to him before signing the form that the postman was holding out.
“See you tomorrow,” the postman said.
“Yeah, see you,” Ianto said distractedly as he took the mail and parcel into the back room. There was no return address on the package and the address had been printed on a sticker before being stuck to the outside. However, the postage had already been paid so it had to be from some big company.
He paused as he went to open it thinking that Jack had maybe ordered him a sex toy. He wouldn’t put it past him. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled open the package and upturned it. His mouth fell open at the item that fell out. There was a note attached.
“Thought you might like to surprise him.”
That was all it said. No name or anything, but Ianto knew who it was from. He only knew one person who would send him something like this.
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“Can I open my eyes yet?” Jack asked as he was sat on his bed.
“Not yet!” Ianto told him.
Ianto had told him rather than asked him to send the others home early, and so eager to find out what Ianto had planned, Jack had told the others to kindly bugger off. When they had gone, Ianto had pulled him down into his bedroom, told him to strip, sit on the bed and close his eyes. Jack had done what he was told of course but the wait was killing him.
Ianto had gone into his tiny bathroom where he was obviously changing into something and Jack was bursting to find out what is was. As he pondered this, he felt something settle onto his head and he put his hands up to feel what it was. It was his RAF cap. What?
“Okay, you can open them now.”
Jack opened his eyes. As he took in the sight before him he was aware that there was the slight possibility that he might be drooling. But he didn’t care. There, in front of him, just a few feet away, Ianto stood to attention, saluting him whilst wearing nothing but a red cap. It was official. He had died and gone to heaven.
“How?” was all Jack managed to say.
“Doctor Jones sent it Sir,” Ianto told him, still saluting. It was then that Jack realised he should start playing along. So standing he returned the salute, “At ease,” he said, allowing Ianto to relax his stance slightly.
“So Doctor Jones sent this to you?” he asked, trying to get used to having his cap on his head again. He wondered how Ianto had found it.
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Ianto said with a slight nod.
Jack had never been more turned on his life. He stalked round Ianto, examining him from all positions before setting a hand on his hip and leaning forward slightly so he could whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should have asked her for the whole uniform,” he said huskily, making Ianto shiver.
“Perhaps next time Sir,” Ianto said.
Ianto barely ever called Jack sir anymore, and so him using the term now was an even bigger turn on than it ever used to be.
“So Jones, tell me… have you been a good soldier?” Jack asked, bouncing on his feet slightly, trying not to appear too giddy. He could see Ianto trying to bite back a smile.
“Sir, no Sir,” Ianto said, “I’m afraid I’ve been very bad.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up under the brim of his cap, so this was how Ianto was wanting to play it, “And just what have you done that was so bad?”
“I re-used the filter when making Owen’s coffee yesterday, Sir,” Ianto told him.
“Oh that was very naughty Jones,” Jack said, “Anything else?”
“I didn’t sort through the recycling earlier Sir. I just threw it all in the furnace.”
Jack shook his head, “Behaviour like that… I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you soldier.”
“Yes Sir. Anything you say Sir.”
Jack paused for a moment before quietly saying, “On your knees.”
Ianto looked him in the eye for the first time, a slight smile visible behind them, “Yes Sir,” he said before dropping to his knees.
“Open your mouth,” Jack told him, Ianto complied, opening his mouth wide and then, without warning, Jack shoved his rock hard cock into it, thrusting back and forward. Ianto did his best to suck on it, but Jack realised he wasn’t going to do anything without direct instruction, “Use your hands,” he said and was delighted when Ianto’s hands moved up, one situating itself on his hip, the other around the base of his cock.
Now that he had control of the situation, Ianto began sucking in earnest, doing what he did best as far as Jack was concerned. Ianto was a natural at oral sex. His long tongue and ability to deep throat always driving Jack wild.
“Stop,” Jack said as he felt himself getting close.
Ianto stopped abruptly, jack’s cock lodged in the back of his throat. Jack slowly began to remove it, Ianto sucking hard around him as he pulled it out his mouth, finally coming free with a loud popping noise that turned Jack the hell on so much that he was tempted just to keep fucking Ianto’s mouth. But he didn’t. He looked down at Ianto who was staring directly at his crotch, his hands at his sides, waiting for his orders.
“On your feet,” Jack said. Ianto pushed up and stood to his full height, which made him just that bit taller than Jack. But Jack didn’t care. He looked too shagable to care, “Now Jones, do you think that was sufficient punishment?”
“No Sir,” Ianto said with a slight shake of his head.
“And why is that?” Jack asked.
“Because when you were out on that call with Gwen this afternoon, I ate her muffin, Sir.”
Jack had to bite his tongue from laughing. Owen had gotten the blame for that one, Gwen having gone mental when she discovered her muffin missing. Clearing his throat he looked at Ianto again, “Now that was bad,” he said, “Very well, you leave me no choice. Lean on the wall.”
Ianto turned and leaned on the wall, letting Jack move his body so that he was bent in a forty five degree angle, and then, before he knew what was happening, Jack’s soft hands were on his ass, massaging him and making him relax more than he thought he would be allowed to at this moment. But then he realised why Jack had wanted him relaxed as a strong hand came down and smacked him.
“That’s for stealing,” Jack said before bringing his hand down again, “That one was for keeping secrets,” he said, and then another hand came down, “That one’s for not owning up,” he smacked him again, “And that one’s for letting poor Owen take the blame.”
Ianto shuddered, surprised at how turned on the spanking had made him.
“Stand up,” Jack told him, trying to hide his frown at Ianto’s bright red backside. He hoped he hadn’t hurt him, “Now, what about now? Was that sufficient punishment?”
Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, but he had to, “No Sir,” he said quietly.
Jack feigned a frustrated sigh, “And what have you done now?”
“I served you decaf earlier Sir.”
Jack was actually shocked and rather annoyed at that, but he decided to leave it for now as he didn’t want to spoil the mood, “Well that’s certainly the worst by far,” Jack said, “I think that deserves the worst punishment. Don’t you?”
Ianto nodded, “Yes Sir.”
Jack smiled to himself, “Get on the bed and rest on all fours.”
Ianto quickly did as he was told. Jack went to his drawer and pulled out the lube before turning back to Ianto. As he watched him, positioned there on his hands and knees with the cap on, waiting for Jack to punish him, Jack really wished he had a camera. Send a copy of the picture to Martha. But it wasn’t to be. Maybe next time.
He slowly made his way over to the bed and stood next to Ianto’s head. He gently traced a finger over his lips, down his jaw and up to his shoulder. And then as he began walking to the other end of the bed, he trailed that finger all the way down Ianto’s beautiful back, down to his backside where the rest of his hand joined in caressing the still reddened skin there. Ianto shuddered slightly at the touch, either still slightly sore or anticipating being spanked more. But Jack wasn’t one to repeat himself.
And so, settling himself behind Ianto, he quickly lubed himself up, spread his cheeks and pushed into him. Ianto groaned in slight pain. He hadn’t been prepared either physically or mentally to be entered so quickly. But as Jack settled deep within him, his body relaxed enough to enjoy the sensation.
Jack immediately began pounding in and out of him, grasping on tightly to his hips. Ianto had to really fight to prevent himself from collapsing onto the bed as Jack abused his prostate. Jack smiled to himself as he recognise the noise Ianto was making. He was trying to stop himself from swearing, which he inevitably always did when he was enjoying himself. However, as Jack thought on that, he realised he wanted nothing more than to kiss that dirty mouth and watch Ianto’s face as he came, with his new hat on.
If Ianto had had the strength, he would have punched Jack for pulling out of him when he did, but instead he just turned round when Jack told him too. Jack then pushed himself up the bed so that he was sat against the wall, he then took hold of Ianto’s hand and dragged him onto his lap.
Ianto place his hands on Jack’s shoulders as he sunk back down onto Jack, eliciting the most delightful groans from him. Jack leaned forward and pulled Ianto into a kiss as he began moving his hips. He smiled when he felt Ianto saying ‘fuck’ against his lips before he began moving his own hips in time with Jack.
Jack had never seen anything so beautiful and so sexy in all his long life as he did when he saw Ianto Jones covered in sweat, coming, and screaming his name as his red cap fell to the side so that it was sitting at a slightly jaunty angle.
Jack held him tight against him, ignoring the fact that Ianto’s hand had dislodged his own cap slightly, as he came too, emptying himself into Ianto’s welcoming body. When his now flaccid cock slipped from Ianto’s body, Ianto lowered himself so that he could lick his cum off of Jack’s stomach. Jack inhaled sharply as he watched that wicked tongue dart across his stomach. If Ianto wasn’t careful, Jack would have to fuck him again… and yup, there we go. Jack was hard again.
“You know Jones,” Jack said making Ianto look up at him through those long lashes, “I don’t remember giving you permission to do that.”
Ianto froze, “Sorry Sir. Wont happen again Sir.”
“I guess I just have to punish you again,” Jack said with a theatrical sigh as he fixed his cap and crawled forward, making Ianto fall back so that he was lying beneath him.
Ianto didn’t even get a chance to react before Jack was in him again. He felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He hadn’t come down from his first orgasm and so it really only too Jack a couple of minutes before he had him moaning in pleasure again. Jack smiled and kissed him before sitting back on his heels, pulling Ianto’s knees together and holding them to his chest, changing the angle to make it even more pleasurable for Ianto.
“Sir, I’m going… pass out,” Ianto panted as he felt the pleasure build in him again.
“Better not Jones,” Jack warned him as he thrust frantically into him.
Ianto’s hand came up to his face and he bit his thumb to try and give himself something else to concentrate on. But it didn’t work. As he felt Jack empty himself inside of him again, he fell over the edge and into oblivion.
When Jack got his breath back he looked down at Ianto. He smiled to himself. It had been a while since he’d been able to knock anyone out. Good to know he still had it in him. However, he couldn’t leave Ianto like that and so walking on shaky legs over to his small bathroom he grabbed a cloth. As he wet it under the tap he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He’d never looked more like he’d just been fucked in all his life and he had to admit… it kind of suited him.
Smiling to himself and fixing his cap so that it sat a little straighter, he made his way back to Ianto who was just coming round.
“Captain?” he asked when he saw Jack in his cap.
“Jones?” Jack asked back, noticing that Ianto’s cap had fallen off, “You’re a bit under dressed,” he said as he held it in front of Ianto’s face.
“Oh,” Ianto said as he pulled it back on. Or at least tried to. He ended up putting it on backwards.
Jack ended up taking pity on him and took it off. He put it over one of the bedposts at the headboard and took his own off and placed that on the opposite post, “So now we’re back to Jack and Ianto,” he said as brandished the moist cloth and began the task of cleaning up Ianto.
“We’ll need to get a card,” Ianto said with a lazy smile as he let Jack pull him up so they could lie down in the bed properly.
“What kind of card?” Jack asked as he turned out the light and curled himself round Ianto.
“A thank you card.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC
WARNINGS: Contains role play and spanking
Summary: Ianto receives and interesting item in the post and decided to put it to good use.
Ianto had just opened up the tourist office and was preparing himself for another boring morning when the door opened and in walked the postman with the mail. Ianto wondered about this postman, he never seemed to bother asking about the fact that they got piles and piles of mail delivered to them each week addressed to people who he had never once seen in the office. Or maybe he just wasn’t bothered.
“Got a parcel for you today,” he said, “Need you to sign for it.”
Ianto took the parcel and noticed it was addressed to him before signing the form that the postman was holding out.
“See you tomorrow,” the postman said.
“Yeah, see you,” Ianto said distractedly as he took the mail and parcel into the back room. There was no return address on the package and the address had been printed on a sticker before being stuck to the outside. However, the postage had already been paid so it had to be from some big company.
He paused as he went to open it thinking that Jack had maybe ordered him a sex toy. He wouldn’t put it past him. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled open the package and upturned it. His mouth fell open at the item that fell out. There was a note attached.
“Thought you might like to surprise him.”
That was all it said. No name or anything, but Ianto knew who it was from. He only knew one person who would send him something like this.
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“Can I open my eyes yet?” Jack asked as he was sat on his bed.
“Not yet!” Ianto told him.
Ianto had told him rather than asked him to send the others home early, and so eager to find out what Ianto had planned, Jack had told the others to kindly bugger off. When they had gone, Ianto had pulled him down into his bedroom, told him to strip, sit on the bed and close his eyes. Jack had done what he was told of course but the wait was killing him.
Ianto had gone into his tiny bathroom where he was obviously changing into something and Jack was bursting to find out what is was. As he pondered this, he felt something settle onto his head and he put his hands up to feel what it was. It was his RAF cap. What?
“Okay, you can open them now.”
Jack opened his eyes. As he took in the sight before him he was aware that there was the slight possibility that he might be drooling. But he didn’t care. There, in front of him, just a few feet away, Ianto stood to attention, saluting him whilst wearing nothing but a red cap. It was official. He had died and gone to heaven.
“How?” was all Jack managed to say.
“Doctor Jones sent it Sir,” Ianto told him, still saluting. It was then that Jack realised he should start playing along. So standing he returned the salute, “At ease,” he said, allowing Ianto to relax his stance slightly.
“So Doctor Jones sent this to you?” he asked, trying to get used to having his cap on his head again. He wondered how Ianto had found it.
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Ianto said with a slight nod.
Jack had never been more turned on his life. He stalked round Ianto, examining him from all positions before setting a hand on his hip and leaning forward slightly so he could whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should have asked her for the whole uniform,” he said huskily, making Ianto shiver.
“Perhaps next time Sir,” Ianto said.
Ianto barely ever called Jack sir anymore, and so him using the term now was an even bigger turn on than it ever used to be.
“So Jones, tell me… have you been a good soldier?” Jack asked, bouncing on his feet slightly, trying not to appear too giddy. He could see Ianto trying to bite back a smile.
“Sir, no Sir,” Ianto said, “I’m afraid I’ve been very bad.”
Jack’s eyebrows shot up under the brim of his cap, so this was how Ianto was wanting to play it, “And just what have you done that was so bad?”
“I re-used the filter when making Owen’s coffee yesterday, Sir,” Ianto told him.
“Oh that was very naughty Jones,” Jack said, “Anything else?”
“I didn’t sort through the recycling earlier Sir. I just threw it all in the furnace.”
Jack shook his head, “Behaviour like that… I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you soldier.”
“Yes Sir. Anything you say Sir.”
Jack paused for a moment before quietly saying, “On your knees.”
Ianto looked him in the eye for the first time, a slight smile visible behind them, “Yes Sir,” he said before dropping to his knees.
“Open your mouth,” Jack told him, Ianto complied, opening his mouth wide and then, without warning, Jack shoved his rock hard cock into it, thrusting back and forward. Ianto did his best to suck on it, but Jack realised he wasn’t going to do anything without direct instruction, “Use your hands,” he said and was delighted when Ianto’s hands moved up, one situating itself on his hip, the other around the base of his cock.
Now that he had control of the situation, Ianto began sucking in earnest, doing what he did best as far as Jack was concerned. Ianto was a natural at oral sex. His long tongue and ability to deep throat always driving Jack wild.
“Stop,” Jack said as he felt himself getting close.
Ianto stopped abruptly, jack’s cock lodged in the back of his throat. Jack slowly began to remove it, Ianto sucking hard around him as he pulled it out his mouth, finally coming free with a loud popping noise that turned Jack the hell on so much that he was tempted just to keep fucking Ianto’s mouth. But he didn’t. He looked down at Ianto who was staring directly at his crotch, his hands at his sides, waiting for his orders.
“On your feet,” Jack said. Ianto pushed up and stood to his full height, which made him just that bit taller than Jack. But Jack didn’t care. He looked too shagable to care, “Now Jones, do you think that was sufficient punishment?”
“No Sir,” Ianto said with a slight shake of his head.
“And why is that?” Jack asked.
“Because when you were out on that call with Gwen this afternoon, I ate her muffin, Sir.”
Jack had to bite his tongue from laughing. Owen had gotten the blame for that one, Gwen having gone mental when she discovered her muffin missing. Clearing his throat he looked at Ianto again, “Now that was bad,” he said, “Very well, you leave me no choice. Lean on the wall.”
Ianto turned and leaned on the wall, letting Jack move his body so that he was bent in a forty five degree angle, and then, before he knew what was happening, Jack’s soft hands were on his ass, massaging him and making him relax more than he thought he would be allowed to at this moment. But then he realised why Jack had wanted him relaxed as a strong hand came down and smacked him.
“That’s for stealing,” Jack said before bringing his hand down again, “That one was for keeping secrets,” he said, and then another hand came down, “That one’s for not owning up,” he smacked him again, “And that one’s for letting poor Owen take the blame.”
Ianto shuddered, surprised at how turned on the spanking had made him.
“Stand up,” Jack told him, trying to hide his frown at Ianto’s bright red backside. He hoped he hadn’t hurt him, “Now, what about now? Was that sufficient punishment?”
Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, but he had to, “No Sir,” he said quietly.
Jack feigned a frustrated sigh, “And what have you done now?”
“I served you decaf earlier Sir.”
Jack was actually shocked and rather annoyed at that, but he decided to leave it for now as he didn’t want to spoil the mood, “Well that’s certainly the worst by far,” Jack said, “I think that deserves the worst punishment. Don’t you?”
Ianto nodded, “Yes Sir.”
Jack smiled to himself, “Get on the bed and rest on all fours.”
Ianto quickly did as he was told. Jack went to his drawer and pulled out the lube before turning back to Ianto. As he watched him, positioned there on his hands and knees with the cap on, waiting for Jack to punish him, Jack really wished he had a camera. Send a copy of the picture to Martha. But it wasn’t to be. Maybe next time.
He slowly made his way over to the bed and stood next to Ianto’s head. He gently traced a finger over his lips, down his jaw and up to his shoulder. And then as he began walking to the other end of the bed, he trailed that finger all the way down Ianto’s beautiful back, down to his backside where the rest of his hand joined in caressing the still reddened skin there. Ianto shuddered slightly at the touch, either still slightly sore or anticipating being spanked more. But Jack wasn’t one to repeat himself.
And so, settling himself behind Ianto, he quickly lubed himself up, spread his cheeks and pushed into him. Ianto groaned in slight pain. He hadn’t been prepared either physically or mentally to be entered so quickly. But as Jack settled deep within him, his body relaxed enough to enjoy the sensation.
Jack immediately began pounding in and out of him, grasping on tightly to his hips. Ianto had to really fight to prevent himself from collapsing onto the bed as Jack abused his prostate. Jack smiled to himself as he recognise the noise Ianto was making. He was trying to stop himself from swearing, which he inevitably always did when he was enjoying himself. However, as Jack thought on that, he realised he wanted nothing more than to kiss that dirty mouth and watch Ianto’s face as he came, with his new hat on.
If Ianto had had the strength, he would have punched Jack for pulling out of him when he did, but instead he just turned round when Jack told him too. Jack then pushed himself up the bed so that he was sat against the wall, he then took hold of Ianto’s hand and dragged him onto his lap.
Ianto place his hands on Jack’s shoulders as he sunk back down onto Jack, eliciting the most delightful groans from him. Jack leaned forward and pulled Ianto into a kiss as he began moving his hips. He smiled when he felt Ianto saying ‘fuck’ against his lips before he began moving his own hips in time with Jack.
Jack had never seen anything so beautiful and so sexy in all his long life as he did when he saw Ianto Jones covered in sweat, coming, and screaming his name as his red cap fell to the side so that it was sitting at a slightly jaunty angle.
Jack held him tight against him, ignoring the fact that Ianto’s hand had dislodged his own cap slightly, as he came too, emptying himself into Ianto’s welcoming body. When his now flaccid cock slipped from Ianto’s body, Ianto lowered himself so that he could lick his cum off of Jack’s stomach. Jack inhaled sharply as he watched that wicked tongue dart across his stomach. If Ianto wasn’t careful, Jack would have to fuck him again… and yup, there we go. Jack was hard again.
“You know Jones,” Jack said making Ianto look up at him through those long lashes, “I don’t remember giving you permission to do that.”
Ianto froze, “Sorry Sir. Wont happen again Sir.”
“I guess I just have to punish you again,” Jack said with a theatrical sigh as he fixed his cap and crawled forward, making Ianto fall back so that he was lying beneath him.
Ianto didn’t even get a chance to react before Jack was in him again. He felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He hadn’t come down from his first orgasm and so it really only too Jack a couple of minutes before he had him moaning in pleasure again. Jack smiled and kissed him before sitting back on his heels, pulling Ianto’s knees together and holding them to his chest, changing the angle to make it even more pleasurable for Ianto.
“Sir, I’m going… pass out,” Ianto panted as he felt the pleasure build in him again.
“Better not Jones,” Jack warned him as he thrust frantically into him.
Ianto’s hand came up to his face and he bit his thumb to try and give himself something else to concentrate on. But it didn’t work. As he felt Jack empty himself inside of him again, he fell over the edge and into oblivion.
When Jack got his breath back he looked down at Ianto. He smiled to himself. It had been a while since he’d been able to knock anyone out. Good to know he still had it in him. However, he couldn’t leave Ianto like that and so walking on shaky legs over to his small bathroom he grabbed a cloth. As he wet it under the tap he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He’d never looked more like he’d just been fucked in all his life and he had to admit… it kind of suited him.
Smiling to himself and fixing his cap so that it sat a little straighter, he made his way back to Ianto who was just coming round.
“Captain?” he asked when he saw Jack in his cap.
“Jones?” Jack asked back, noticing that Ianto’s cap had fallen off, “You’re a bit under dressed,” he said as he held it in front of Ianto’s face.
“Oh,” Ianto said as he pulled it back on. Or at least tried to. He ended up putting it on backwards.
Jack ended up taking pity on him and took it off. He put it over one of the bedposts at the headboard and took his own off and placed that on the opposite post, “So now we’re back to Jack and Ianto,” he said as brandished the moist cloth and began the task of cleaning up Ianto.
“We’ll need to get a card,” Ianto said with a lazy smile as he let Jack pull him up so they could lie down in the bed properly.
“What kind of card?” Jack asked as he turned out the light and curled himself round Ianto.
“A thank you card.”
THE END