A Corporal Punishment
Title: A Corporal Punishment
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Rating: very NC-17
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davies, the BBC, and other persons or entities own all things Torchwood. I own nothing and make no money from it.
Summary: A fantasy, a ruler, a desk, a chair, some lube, and about 4000 words of PWP.
“Jack, you’ve been a very naughty boy. This is the third time this week that I’ve see you’ve been sent to my office for disciplinary actions. It seems your insolence and unmannerly conduct -” Ianto Jones began as he paced back and forth behind the desk. His black, professorial gown was billowing, and the tassels on his bonnet swung wildly as he quickly turned to resume his walk. He held a ruler in one hand as he rhythmically tapped it against his opposing palm.
“Ianto, I don’t know if I want to do this. Can’t we just -”
“SILENCE!” Ianto barked out as he turned to face the seated man across the desk from him. He placed his hands on the unusually clean desk and leaned over it to stare down at Jack. After a few icy, silent minutes, Jack realized the situation he was in, and finally lowered his eyes from the brief staring contest. His head bowed in defeat.
“It is such a flagrant disregard for your superiors that I am forced to lower myself and this prestigious, academic establishment to a more primal means of disciple. I regret to inform you that you leave me no other choice than to administer a corporal punishment. For your most recent behavior, I believe fifteen lashings with the ruler will be sufficient.
“Fifteen?!” Jack said sitting up, “I don’t think we need to go so far as fifteen -”
“I said, ‘silence’ Mr. Harkness.” Ianto’s voice began to hold a hint of a deep growl that came about when he became angry.
“I believe my title is Captain Hark -”
“Since you are unable to control your tongue, I am forced to increase the number to twenty. Do you wish to continue and make it twenty-five, Mister Harkness?” Ianto asked. The dark fury in his voice was nothing short of murderous. His eyes held a blue steel glare. Jack briefly tried to match his partner, and realized the severity of his situation, before he slumped back down, lowering his head again, and mumbling something.
“What did you say, Mr. Harkness?” Ianto asked. He had come around the desk to stand directly over Jack, adding the nearness of his towering, stern presence to the already tense situation.
“I said, ‘No, Sir…. I’ll … I’ll be a good boy,” Jack said a little louder but still not looking up at Ian - Headmaster Jones.
“That’s what I thought,” Headmaster Jones said as he turned and took a step back from Jack, his gown ballooning out; brushing up against Jack as he walked back behind the desk. He made his way to sit rigidly on the chair. He placed the ruler down, followed by his hands, palms down, on the sleek wooden surface.
“Now, please remove all your garments, fold them, and place them on the chair you are sitting on. You won’t need it any more. Then stand to the side of the desk, bend over, and place your hands like such on the surface. When you have done everything, without disobedience or complaint, then your punishment will begin. Any additional insubordination will only brook more punishment for you,” Ianto said as he stared at the usually insolent man in front of him.
Jack stared at Ianto for a moment trying to determine just how much he could really get away with, when he did a small shrug, stood up, and began to carefully remove each article of clothing, one at a time. He knew, as much as he loved it, that he wasn’t in control of this little fantasy, but he was determined to make the other man squirm in his seat from any sexual tension Jack could create. Ianto never once made eye contact with Jack while he was undressing, but Jack was certain he watched everything that happened. His eyes gave away hints of his emotions as he watched Jack’s hands unbutton his shirt and trousers. He watched Ianto like a hawk pursuing its prey.
Jack could see small beads of sweat building across Ianto’s brow and saw as his hands involuntarily gripped the ruler from time to time. Ianto may be playing the Headmaster, thought Jack, but Jack knew how to increase the already knife cutting sexual tension that existed between the two men.
Once he was naked, Jack stood for a moment with his hands on his hips, proud, and unashamed. He moved to the side of the desk and obscenely leaned over it, accentuating the curve of his ass as he raised it in mid air. Slowly, he lowered himself down careful to make sure his ass stayed the focus of attention. The cool wood caused him to hiss and slightly jerk as it came in contact with his flesh from his shoulders to his hips. Finally, he turned his head and laid his face on the desk, looking at Ianto’s hands a few inches away from him.
“I am ready for my punishment, Headmaster Jones,” Jack said. He slid his eyelids down, and forcing his body to relax. He had to trust Ianto and whatever he had planned. This was his fantasy.
Jack knew Ianto would make it good for the both of them. Jack laid there quietly, focusing on his breathing. It was eerily quiet in the room. The room was fairly warm, but Jack felt a chill run down his spine. He knew it was a cross between lying naked and vulnerable in front of Ianto, and giving the other man complete control of the situation. Letting others take control wasn’t something he was good at, but for today, he was trying.
He startled and jumped a bit when he felt warm fingers caress lightly across his ass cheeks. He had been so focused on controlling his breathing that he failed to notice that Ianto had got to his feet and was now standing behind him. Jack estimated he must not be too close or he’d have felt the robe brush against his calves or thighs.
“Your skin is so smooth… so soft. It’s without blemish. It makes me want to get on my knees and almost worship it… reach out with my tongue... oh, so perfect… delectable…. It calls out like a dish of sweets… tempting and mouth watering…. What a shame it’ll have to be marred,” Ianto whispered. Gone now was the harsh, deep, growling rage in his voice. It had been replaced with a breathy whisper, gentle and almost comforting. If it hadn’t have been for the last few words, Jack would have moaned out his desperate approval and begged for Ianto’s oral touch. The man could work magic with his tongue in ways Jack would have sworn weren’t fully human.
“I hope you’re ready.”
Then before he could process what was coming next, Jack heard the swish of the ruler sweeping through the air as it came into a hard contact with his ass. His body involuntarily jerked from the sting of the blow. Several more strokes fell after the first in rapid fashion across his ass before Jack could get in a breath and brace for the assault. The pain was sharp and sudden. There was a metal edging to the wooden ruler that dug an extra tormenting fraction of an inch into his skin. Little drops of blood oozed down his skin from the marks. He could feel the skin, red and tender, rise from the beating.
Jack realized that wasn’t the only thing rising.
“I won’t make you count them, Mr. Harkness,” Ianto’s voice was deep and sultry. I want you to focus on the pain and agonize over the anticipation of the next stroke. He talked as he ran his hand, gently along the lines where the ruler had fell, tracing the outlines of the swelling, angry red welts rising in place. “If you kept count, then you’d know how many were left. I feel that the anticipation …” Jack flinched when the word was said as Ianto pressed his fingers deeper into a particularly tender spot. “… will be worth the effort. Don’t you agree, Mister Harkness?” Ianto asked, as he bent over, gently licking along the line he had just touched.
“Yes… Headmaster… whatever you say,” Jack obediently responded. His voice was as breathy from the pain digging of the fingers as it was from the contact with Ianto’s tongue. Jack began to pant from all the sensations and he began to rub his dry erection along the dry wooden surface.
He had become painfully aroused.
He tried to keep his hips from involuntarily thrusting into the desk, but he couldn’t stop himself. His body, trying desperately to compensate, began leaking steady amounts of pre-cum acting as a poor lubricant between his body, his cock, and the desk. It wasn’t enough to stop a burning sensation along his shaft, but even that bit of pain seemed to turn into pleasure. Before he could stop himself, he moaned aloud.
“Eager are we? Well, you’ll just have to wait. Patience is a virtue, isn’t it, Mr. Harkness?” Ianto whispered, he had moved so that his mouth was near Jack’s ear. Jack could feel the warm breath brush against his earlobe. He shivered. He hated waiting.
“I have to finish doling out your punishment first. You’re. Just. Going. To. Have. To. Wait,” Ianto pointedly explained as he drew back. The sound of air rushing aside as the blows continued to impact into his pained flesh made Jack whimper in agony and frustration as another series of strokes were swiftly dealt.
The sessions continued, beginning again and again. Each time, Ianto would administer a series of strokes to Jack’s backside when he caught the other man unawares. Each time, Jack’s hips would jerk from the first blow and his cock would rub painful and raw against the surface of the wood. He had leaked out quite a bit of sticky fluid, but it didn’t seem to help the situation. During the blows, Jack would think about giving up this little scenario. He knew it meant something to Ianto, but the loss of control followed by the pain to his cock and ass caused him to rethink the situation. Just when he was ready to utter their safe-word, Ianto would stop the spanking and doing something different, something wonderful to cause Jack’s mind to blank out all thoughts of abandonment. A couple of times he’d have a soothing aloe ointment that he’d gently rub over the marks, softly applying the cooling gel to his burning flesh. He’d start on the outer edges and work his way in, finally swiping his rosebud and entering a finger or two before he’d pull out. Once he took an ice cubes and rubbed them over the raised welts. The shock of the cold cleared his mind, but the feeling of Ianto’s fingers after the ice had melted as he messaged the red flesh felt too good not to reconsider the situation. The best was the first time when Ianto used his mouth to kiss, and lick away all the pain. After every session, Jack secretly hoped that he’d be rewarded with that wonderful nimble tongue.
When the last of the strokes was dealt, the sound of the ruler hitting the floor told Jack that that particular phase of the game was over. He heard a soft thud that he hoped was Ianto dropping to his knees and then he felt what he had been willing to go through this whole charade for. Jack sighed and was able to unconsciously relax when he felt the first soft touch against his throbbing bottom.
Ianto had, in fact, dropped to his knees and began to gently stroke, fingers skimming once again over all the recent marks left on the skin. Already, the fierce, crisscrossing marks were starting to heal and fade away. Ianto didn’t have much time; he began to lick at each of them quickly lathing his tongue with wide, wet licks across line of welts. Through the lapping, he could feel the skin come together and swollen marks began to lower, turning from harsh red to pink to cream colored skin again. Traces of blood remained above now flawless flesh and still he continued to lap at where the marks had been. It was a shame that they couldn’t stay there a little longer; they looked so lovely on Jack’s perfect, dimpled ass.
Once all the marks were gone, his licking moved from the outside skin and he brought his hands up, messaging and parting Jack’s ass so that he could lap down the crevice towards the brown, wrinkled opening that lay hidden. He began with his tongue flat and slow, tasting as much flesh as he could. Then with each stroke of his tongue, he began a series of strokes of a different, more torturous nature. Ianto took his time, moving one broad lap closer towards Jack’s opening followed by a series of sharp flicks curling his tongue into the center of it. He’d vary the intensity, vary the timing, but always the rhythm was the same. A few slow laps all around the center followed by quick darts into Jack’s opening.
For his part, Jack was showing unusual control in not getting up, pulling off that ridiculous, but nevertheless hot looking outfit, off Ianto, throwing him to the ground, and having his wild and dirty way with him. When the broad and wide strokes across his flesh were felt, he’d sigh from contentment. Jack would relax, his shoulders drooping to the desk as he cleared his mind and felt the wonderful sensation from Ianto’s actions. Then Ianto would follow it up with a series of quick tongue thrusts, Ianto’s tongue would become like a point, darting quickly into Jack’s hole. He would curl his tongue, hard, as he’d pull out causing Jack to sharply inhale. Jack’s body began tensing all over again. His nerves would be on fire and his hands were beginning to claw into the surface to relieve the tension. The hardness of the dark wood was unforgiving and Jack felt what little there was of his nails, scratching into the surface. He didn’t want to cause to much damage, knowing he’d have to pay the price all over again for those scratches.
Then again, though, it may be worth it to leave scratches in the surface after all, he thought as he caught his breath, the wide strokes starting the cycle all over again.
When he pulled his mouth away and sat back on his heels, Ianto could hear Jack give a whine, like a petulant child not getting any dessert. He could see Jack raise his ass a little giving it a quick wiggle indicating what he wanted. And like a child, Jack was too proud to ask for what he wanted. Ianto wasn’t worried, though. Before the night was over, Ianto Jones knew that Captain Jack Harkness would be begging.
Unbeknownst to Jack, Ianto had a bottle of lubricant hidden under the desk, which he intended to thoroughly enjoy pounding into Jack’s wonderful ass.
Ianto watched Jack’s display of frustration at not getting more of Ianto’s wonderful tongue. It felt satisfying in away to know that his boss craved this from him. It was more than a desire; it was a need; something only Ianto could give him. When the high pitch sounds like a puppy stopped and the ass stilled, lowering back down, Ianto gave Jack’s ass a quick smack like an owner would give a disobedient dog with a newspaper across the snout. He knew he’d constantly need to remind Jack who was in charge here.
He pulled out the lubricant and poured a small amount out, rubbing it all over his palms and fingers. He began to message Jack’s ass, worshiping it like it deserved over their primitive alter. He moved his finger firmly across those beautiful mounds. His fingertips pressing in as they stroked hard across that wonder ass. He knew this is adoration would drive Jack insane with pleasure and he was right. It finally cracked Jack’s pride.
“Ianto… Ianto, please! I … I don’t know if I can take much more of this…. My cock has been rubbing itself hard against the surface and I want to come so bad! … Please Ianto!... Let me come… fuck me… but, fuck! Do something!... I don’t know if I can take much more of this torture!” Jack panted. He began thrusting his hips against the hard surface again turning the burning pain into a delicious pleasure. He wanted to come but he was too worked up to stop thrusting into the desk. He knew if he’d pull up and stroke himself right now, the roughness of his own hand would be too much and he’d almost pull the skin off.
“Quiet, Mr. Harkness, your outburst is only going to serve against you right now. You must learn to control yourself,” Ianto said as he poured more lube on his hand oiling his fingers applying a thick layer of oil to each digit. He placed the bottle on the desk, out of Jack’s sight.
Knowing he had opened Jack up a bit with his tongue, Ianto pushed two fingers into his superior, thrusting in, and scissoring them in an aggressive rhythm. He got up to a crouching position and pulled the chair over for him to sit on. He wanted to draw this part of the process out as well and have Jack in a truly mumbling mess of nerves and twitches, but his own cock had been hard and leaking for quite some time, and even he didn’t have the patience needed to wait the whole process out.
Quickly pulling his fingers out of Jack, hearing an angry moan in response, Ianto pulled off the black, academic gown, the only real article of clothing he was wearing, and sat down on the chair directly behind Jack. He was slouched low, his ass barely sitting on the chair. His legs were open wide as his balls hung down between them, his cock point up, thick and long. The wood creaked when he did and Jack jerked his head back to see what the noise was.
“All right, Mr. Harkness,” Ianto said with a breathy voice. He wanted to sound authoritative but his sexual needs were overtaking his mind and his control. He needed to fuck Jack as much as Jack wanted to be fucked.
“I think one more disciplinary action will finally teach you how to respect your elders. Don’t you agree?” Ianto said as he smacked Jack’s ass again, and grabbed onto his hips pulling the prone man across the desk and into a full standing position.
The freedom to be able to move again made Jack stretch the kinks out of his back and shake his legs for a moment. He looked down and could see the mess of sweat, pre-cum, and a bit of drool that were pooled in several places across the desk along with the deep scratched marks from his nails. It was a mess. Thank god he didn’t have to clean it up.
“You have one thing left to do, Mr. Harkness. You have to demonstrate to me that you’ve learned your lesson. You have to show me you’ve reformed and you’re going to start being a good boy, and an outstanding student. Why don’t you start by sitting on my lap and convince me,” Ianto said as he was using his well-oiled hand to lube up his cock and his other to guide Jack back to it.
Jack walked back until his legs brought Ianto’s knees back together with his on the outside. He then let Ianto’s hand guide him to that delicious cock. He could feel it begin to open him up. He’d been prepared but it was never enough to keep the entire sting out of the first thrust. The burn felt too good to stop as he lowered himself completely down taking the whole length in on the first go. It almost didn’t get better than this. Almost
Ianto grabbed his hips, raising and lowering him, using Jack like some sort of blow-up fuck doll. Ianto wanted to be in control and Jack wanted to see how long he could handle it. Ianto started slow at first, trying to draw it out, but Jack knew different. Ianto had already drawn it out as much as either of them could stand it. If he wanted to come, if they both really wanted to come, then it was going to have to be fast, which meant it was going to have to be rough. Nobody knew how to fuck rough and fast like Captain Jack Harkness.
After a few minutes, Ianto dropped his hands from their grip on Jack’s hips. He began to make that little frustrating, mewing sound that meant he needed to come but didn’t want to admit that he’d lost at the same time. He thrust up a few times trying to keep control, but losing out, finally, in defeat. He needed Jack to take control.
Jack reached back, in silent triumph, and grabbed the hard wooden arm rests, planted his feet firmly on the ground and used his thighs and arms to rapidly raise and lower himself on Ianto’s cock. It was a good thing he was in such excellent shape, he was getting quite the work out on his triceps and inner thighs. He set a maddening pace that he knew would bring them to brink of paradise.
“Stroke my cock, Ianto…. I need you to make me want it…. Yes, like that!... I need you to make me want to finish this…. Oh, god, so close!... make me want to fuck you!... so close…so good…” Jack said before he screamed out his orgasm. His cock was on fire, still feeling some of the sting from the all the rubbing against that damn wooden desk coupled with the rough way Ianto was stroking him. It was proving to be too much. His come shot out of him, leaving white painted strips across the desk, cursing it with his final mark.
His ass squeezed tight and he could hear through the ringing in his ears, Ianto moaning as he thrust again and again, upward into Jack. Jack could feel his ass being filled with Ianto’s own juices and his face broke out in a great, wide smile from such a feeling. That alone, that feeling of Ianto Jones truly lose control over himself, had been worth all of this.
They both continued to shake from the intense aftershocks. This was going to be one for the memory books. Definitely one for the diary, Jack thought.
A few minutes passed and Jack’s office became silent again, save for the sounds from their breathing. The hub was otherwise empty and quiet, Jack having sent the others home hours ago after a slow afternoon.
“You’re absolutely right, Headmaster,” Jack said after he had finished catching his breath. His head was leaned back, resting on Ianto’s shoulder. Ianto was giving him gentle kisses and licks along his neck and along his shoulder as his hands stroked up and down Jack’s torso. It felt wonderful.
“I have been a bad boy… mmm … nice… but while you were punishing me… oh, yes, right there… I’m afraid I got a bit carried away and scratched up your desk rather badly…. so good … I think I even removed some of the varnish…. Oh… yes… I like that… I do hope you’ll forgive me,” he rasped. His breath was starting to come quickly again from Ianto’s ministrations.
Ianto groaned from the words and the thought of having to repair the desk. Picturing Jack’s nails clawing into the pristine antique desk while he was being punished both infuriated and excited him. Here was a new excuse to punish Jack all over again, and his cock began to twitch back to life again, still embedded in his boss’s ass, at the wonderful erotic scenes that came to mind. He grabbed Jack’s hips and thrust himself up into him. The whine, Jack’s whine, from earlier in the evening was returning, but for different reasons now.
“Oh, Mr. Harkness, you’re going to regret ever doing that,” he growled as he bit into that shoulder.
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Rating: very NC-17
Disclaimer: Russell T. Davies, the BBC, and other persons or entities own all things Torchwood. I own nothing and make no money from it.
Summary: A fantasy, a ruler, a desk, a chair, some lube, and about 4000 words of PWP.
“Jack, you’ve been a very naughty boy. This is the third time this week that I’ve see you’ve been sent to my office for disciplinary actions. It seems your insolence and unmannerly conduct -” Ianto Jones began as he paced back and forth behind the desk. His black, professorial gown was billowing, and the tassels on his bonnet swung wildly as he quickly turned to resume his walk. He held a ruler in one hand as he rhythmically tapped it against his opposing palm.
“Ianto, I don’t know if I want to do this. Can’t we just -”
“SILENCE!” Ianto barked out as he turned to face the seated man across the desk from him. He placed his hands on the unusually clean desk and leaned over it to stare down at Jack. After a few icy, silent minutes, Jack realized the situation he was in, and finally lowered his eyes from the brief staring contest. His head bowed in defeat.
“It is such a flagrant disregard for your superiors that I am forced to lower myself and this prestigious, academic establishment to a more primal means of disciple. I regret to inform you that you leave me no other choice than to administer a corporal punishment. For your most recent behavior, I believe fifteen lashings with the ruler will be sufficient.
“Fifteen?!” Jack said sitting up, “I don’t think we need to go so far as fifteen -”
“I said, ‘silence’ Mr. Harkness.” Ianto’s voice began to hold a hint of a deep growl that came about when he became angry.
“I believe my title is Captain Hark -”
“Since you are unable to control your tongue, I am forced to increase the number to twenty. Do you wish to continue and make it twenty-five, Mister Harkness?” Ianto asked. The dark fury in his voice was nothing short of murderous. His eyes held a blue steel glare. Jack briefly tried to match his partner, and realized the severity of his situation, before he slumped back down, lowering his head again, and mumbling something.
“What did you say, Mr. Harkness?” Ianto asked. He had come around the desk to stand directly over Jack, adding the nearness of his towering, stern presence to the already tense situation.
“I said, ‘No, Sir…. I’ll … I’ll be a good boy,” Jack said a little louder but still not looking up at Ian - Headmaster Jones.
“That’s what I thought,” Headmaster Jones said as he turned and took a step back from Jack, his gown ballooning out; brushing up against Jack as he walked back behind the desk. He made his way to sit rigidly on the chair. He placed the ruler down, followed by his hands, palms down, on the sleek wooden surface.
“Now, please remove all your garments, fold them, and place them on the chair you are sitting on. You won’t need it any more. Then stand to the side of the desk, bend over, and place your hands like such on the surface. When you have done everything, without disobedience or complaint, then your punishment will begin. Any additional insubordination will only brook more punishment for you,” Ianto said as he stared at the usually insolent man in front of him.
Jack stared at Ianto for a moment trying to determine just how much he could really get away with, when he did a small shrug, stood up, and began to carefully remove each article of clothing, one at a time. He knew, as much as he loved it, that he wasn’t in control of this little fantasy, but he was determined to make the other man squirm in his seat from any sexual tension Jack could create. Ianto never once made eye contact with Jack while he was undressing, but Jack was certain he watched everything that happened. His eyes gave away hints of his emotions as he watched Jack’s hands unbutton his shirt and trousers. He watched Ianto like a hawk pursuing its prey.
Jack could see small beads of sweat building across Ianto’s brow and saw as his hands involuntarily gripped the ruler from time to time. Ianto may be playing the Headmaster, thought Jack, but Jack knew how to increase the already knife cutting sexual tension that existed between the two men.
Once he was naked, Jack stood for a moment with his hands on his hips, proud, and unashamed. He moved to the side of the desk and obscenely leaned over it, accentuating the curve of his ass as he raised it in mid air. Slowly, he lowered himself down careful to make sure his ass stayed the focus of attention. The cool wood caused him to hiss and slightly jerk as it came in contact with his flesh from his shoulders to his hips. Finally, he turned his head and laid his face on the desk, looking at Ianto’s hands a few inches away from him.
“I am ready for my punishment, Headmaster Jones,” Jack said. He slid his eyelids down, and forcing his body to relax. He had to trust Ianto and whatever he had planned. This was his fantasy.
Jack knew Ianto would make it good for the both of them. Jack laid there quietly, focusing on his breathing. It was eerily quiet in the room. The room was fairly warm, but Jack felt a chill run down his spine. He knew it was a cross between lying naked and vulnerable in front of Ianto, and giving the other man complete control of the situation. Letting others take control wasn’t something he was good at, but for today, he was trying.
He startled and jumped a bit when he felt warm fingers caress lightly across his ass cheeks. He had been so focused on controlling his breathing that he failed to notice that Ianto had got to his feet and was now standing behind him. Jack estimated he must not be too close or he’d have felt the robe brush against his calves or thighs.
“Your skin is so smooth… so soft. It’s without blemish. It makes me want to get on my knees and almost worship it… reach out with my tongue... oh, so perfect… delectable…. It calls out like a dish of sweets… tempting and mouth watering…. What a shame it’ll have to be marred,” Ianto whispered. Gone now was the harsh, deep, growling rage in his voice. It had been replaced with a breathy whisper, gentle and almost comforting. If it hadn’t have been for the last few words, Jack would have moaned out his desperate approval and begged for Ianto’s oral touch. The man could work magic with his tongue in ways Jack would have sworn weren’t fully human.
“I hope you’re ready.”
Then before he could process what was coming next, Jack heard the swish of the ruler sweeping through the air as it came into a hard contact with his ass. His body involuntarily jerked from the sting of the blow. Several more strokes fell after the first in rapid fashion across his ass before Jack could get in a breath and brace for the assault. The pain was sharp and sudden. There was a metal edging to the wooden ruler that dug an extra tormenting fraction of an inch into his skin. Little drops of blood oozed down his skin from the marks. He could feel the skin, red and tender, rise from the beating.
Jack realized that wasn’t the only thing rising.
“I won’t make you count them, Mr. Harkness,” Ianto’s voice was deep and sultry. I want you to focus on the pain and agonize over the anticipation of the next stroke. He talked as he ran his hand, gently along the lines where the ruler had fell, tracing the outlines of the swelling, angry red welts rising in place. “If you kept count, then you’d know how many were left. I feel that the anticipation …” Jack flinched when the word was said as Ianto pressed his fingers deeper into a particularly tender spot. “… will be worth the effort. Don’t you agree, Mister Harkness?” Ianto asked, as he bent over, gently licking along the line he had just touched.
“Yes… Headmaster… whatever you say,” Jack obediently responded. His voice was as breathy from the pain digging of the fingers as it was from the contact with Ianto’s tongue. Jack began to pant from all the sensations and he began to rub his dry erection along the dry wooden surface.
He had become painfully aroused.
He tried to keep his hips from involuntarily thrusting into the desk, but he couldn’t stop himself. His body, trying desperately to compensate, began leaking steady amounts of pre-cum acting as a poor lubricant between his body, his cock, and the desk. It wasn’t enough to stop a burning sensation along his shaft, but even that bit of pain seemed to turn into pleasure. Before he could stop himself, he moaned aloud.
“Eager are we? Well, you’ll just have to wait. Patience is a virtue, isn’t it, Mr. Harkness?” Ianto whispered, he had moved so that his mouth was near Jack’s ear. Jack could feel the warm breath brush against his earlobe. He shivered. He hated waiting.
“I have to finish doling out your punishment first. You’re. Just. Going. To. Have. To. Wait,” Ianto pointedly explained as he drew back. The sound of air rushing aside as the blows continued to impact into his pained flesh made Jack whimper in agony and frustration as another series of strokes were swiftly dealt.
The sessions continued, beginning again and again. Each time, Ianto would administer a series of strokes to Jack’s backside when he caught the other man unawares. Each time, Jack’s hips would jerk from the first blow and his cock would rub painful and raw against the surface of the wood. He had leaked out quite a bit of sticky fluid, but it didn’t seem to help the situation. During the blows, Jack would think about giving up this little scenario. He knew it meant something to Ianto, but the loss of control followed by the pain to his cock and ass caused him to rethink the situation. Just when he was ready to utter their safe-word, Ianto would stop the spanking and doing something different, something wonderful to cause Jack’s mind to blank out all thoughts of abandonment. A couple of times he’d have a soothing aloe ointment that he’d gently rub over the marks, softly applying the cooling gel to his burning flesh. He’d start on the outer edges and work his way in, finally swiping his rosebud and entering a finger or two before he’d pull out. Once he took an ice cubes and rubbed them over the raised welts. The shock of the cold cleared his mind, but the feeling of Ianto’s fingers after the ice had melted as he messaged the red flesh felt too good not to reconsider the situation. The best was the first time when Ianto used his mouth to kiss, and lick away all the pain. After every session, Jack secretly hoped that he’d be rewarded with that wonderful nimble tongue.
When the last of the strokes was dealt, the sound of the ruler hitting the floor told Jack that that particular phase of the game was over. He heard a soft thud that he hoped was Ianto dropping to his knees and then he felt what he had been willing to go through this whole charade for. Jack sighed and was able to unconsciously relax when he felt the first soft touch against his throbbing bottom.
Ianto had, in fact, dropped to his knees and began to gently stroke, fingers skimming once again over all the recent marks left on the skin. Already, the fierce, crisscrossing marks were starting to heal and fade away. Ianto didn’t have much time; he began to lick at each of them quickly lathing his tongue with wide, wet licks across line of welts. Through the lapping, he could feel the skin come together and swollen marks began to lower, turning from harsh red to pink to cream colored skin again. Traces of blood remained above now flawless flesh and still he continued to lap at where the marks had been. It was a shame that they couldn’t stay there a little longer; they looked so lovely on Jack’s perfect, dimpled ass.
Once all the marks were gone, his licking moved from the outside skin and he brought his hands up, messaging and parting Jack’s ass so that he could lap down the crevice towards the brown, wrinkled opening that lay hidden. He began with his tongue flat and slow, tasting as much flesh as he could. Then with each stroke of his tongue, he began a series of strokes of a different, more torturous nature. Ianto took his time, moving one broad lap closer towards Jack’s opening followed by a series of sharp flicks curling his tongue into the center of it. He’d vary the intensity, vary the timing, but always the rhythm was the same. A few slow laps all around the center followed by quick darts into Jack’s opening.
For his part, Jack was showing unusual control in not getting up, pulling off that ridiculous, but nevertheless hot looking outfit, off Ianto, throwing him to the ground, and having his wild and dirty way with him. When the broad and wide strokes across his flesh were felt, he’d sigh from contentment. Jack would relax, his shoulders drooping to the desk as he cleared his mind and felt the wonderful sensation from Ianto’s actions. Then Ianto would follow it up with a series of quick tongue thrusts, Ianto’s tongue would become like a point, darting quickly into Jack’s hole. He would curl his tongue, hard, as he’d pull out causing Jack to sharply inhale. Jack’s body began tensing all over again. His nerves would be on fire and his hands were beginning to claw into the surface to relieve the tension. The hardness of the dark wood was unforgiving and Jack felt what little there was of his nails, scratching into the surface. He didn’t want to cause to much damage, knowing he’d have to pay the price all over again for those scratches.
Then again, though, it may be worth it to leave scratches in the surface after all, he thought as he caught his breath, the wide strokes starting the cycle all over again.
When he pulled his mouth away and sat back on his heels, Ianto could hear Jack give a whine, like a petulant child not getting any dessert. He could see Jack raise his ass a little giving it a quick wiggle indicating what he wanted. And like a child, Jack was too proud to ask for what he wanted. Ianto wasn’t worried, though. Before the night was over, Ianto Jones knew that Captain Jack Harkness would be begging.
Unbeknownst to Jack, Ianto had a bottle of lubricant hidden under the desk, which he intended to thoroughly enjoy pounding into Jack’s wonderful ass.
Ianto watched Jack’s display of frustration at not getting more of Ianto’s wonderful tongue. It felt satisfying in away to know that his boss craved this from him. It was more than a desire; it was a need; something only Ianto could give him. When the high pitch sounds like a puppy stopped and the ass stilled, lowering back down, Ianto gave Jack’s ass a quick smack like an owner would give a disobedient dog with a newspaper across the snout. He knew he’d constantly need to remind Jack who was in charge here.
He pulled out the lubricant and poured a small amount out, rubbing it all over his palms and fingers. He began to message Jack’s ass, worshiping it like it deserved over their primitive alter. He moved his finger firmly across those beautiful mounds. His fingertips pressing in as they stroked hard across that wonder ass. He knew this is adoration would drive Jack insane with pleasure and he was right. It finally cracked Jack’s pride.
“Ianto… Ianto, please! I … I don’t know if I can take much more of this…. My cock has been rubbing itself hard against the surface and I want to come so bad! … Please Ianto!... Let me come… fuck me… but, fuck! Do something!... I don’t know if I can take much more of this torture!” Jack panted. He began thrusting his hips against the hard surface again turning the burning pain into a delicious pleasure. He wanted to come but he was too worked up to stop thrusting into the desk. He knew if he’d pull up and stroke himself right now, the roughness of his own hand would be too much and he’d almost pull the skin off.
“Quiet, Mr. Harkness, your outburst is only going to serve against you right now. You must learn to control yourself,” Ianto said as he poured more lube on his hand oiling his fingers applying a thick layer of oil to each digit. He placed the bottle on the desk, out of Jack’s sight.
Knowing he had opened Jack up a bit with his tongue, Ianto pushed two fingers into his superior, thrusting in, and scissoring them in an aggressive rhythm. He got up to a crouching position and pulled the chair over for him to sit on. He wanted to draw this part of the process out as well and have Jack in a truly mumbling mess of nerves and twitches, but his own cock had been hard and leaking for quite some time, and even he didn’t have the patience needed to wait the whole process out.
Quickly pulling his fingers out of Jack, hearing an angry moan in response, Ianto pulled off the black, academic gown, the only real article of clothing he was wearing, and sat down on the chair directly behind Jack. He was slouched low, his ass barely sitting on the chair. His legs were open wide as his balls hung down between them, his cock point up, thick and long. The wood creaked when he did and Jack jerked his head back to see what the noise was.
“All right, Mr. Harkness,” Ianto said with a breathy voice. He wanted to sound authoritative but his sexual needs were overtaking his mind and his control. He needed to fuck Jack as much as Jack wanted to be fucked.
“I think one more disciplinary action will finally teach you how to respect your elders. Don’t you agree?” Ianto said as he smacked Jack’s ass again, and grabbed onto his hips pulling the prone man across the desk and into a full standing position.
The freedom to be able to move again made Jack stretch the kinks out of his back and shake his legs for a moment. He looked down and could see the mess of sweat, pre-cum, and a bit of drool that were pooled in several places across the desk along with the deep scratched marks from his nails. It was a mess. Thank god he didn’t have to clean it up.
“You have one thing left to do, Mr. Harkness. You have to demonstrate to me that you’ve learned your lesson. You have to show me you’ve reformed and you’re going to start being a good boy, and an outstanding student. Why don’t you start by sitting on my lap and convince me,” Ianto said as he was using his well-oiled hand to lube up his cock and his other to guide Jack back to it.
Jack walked back until his legs brought Ianto’s knees back together with his on the outside. He then let Ianto’s hand guide him to that delicious cock. He could feel it begin to open him up. He’d been prepared but it was never enough to keep the entire sting out of the first thrust. The burn felt too good to stop as he lowered himself completely down taking the whole length in on the first go. It almost didn’t get better than this. Almost
Ianto grabbed his hips, raising and lowering him, using Jack like some sort of blow-up fuck doll. Ianto wanted to be in control and Jack wanted to see how long he could handle it. Ianto started slow at first, trying to draw it out, but Jack knew different. Ianto had already drawn it out as much as either of them could stand it. If he wanted to come, if they both really wanted to come, then it was going to have to be fast, which meant it was going to have to be rough. Nobody knew how to fuck rough and fast like Captain Jack Harkness.
After a few minutes, Ianto dropped his hands from their grip on Jack’s hips. He began to make that little frustrating, mewing sound that meant he needed to come but didn’t want to admit that he’d lost at the same time. He thrust up a few times trying to keep control, but losing out, finally, in defeat. He needed Jack to take control.
Jack reached back, in silent triumph, and grabbed the hard wooden arm rests, planted his feet firmly on the ground and used his thighs and arms to rapidly raise and lower himself on Ianto’s cock. It was a good thing he was in such excellent shape, he was getting quite the work out on his triceps and inner thighs. He set a maddening pace that he knew would bring them to brink of paradise.
“Stroke my cock, Ianto…. I need you to make me want it…. Yes, like that!... I need you to make me want to finish this…. Oh, god, so close!... make me want to fuck you!... so close…so good…” Jack said before he screamed out his orgasm. His cock was on fire, still feeling some of the sting from the all the rubbing against that damn wooden desk coupled with the rough way Ianto was stroking him. It was proving to be too much. His come shot out of him, leaving white painted strips across the desk, cursing it with his final mark.
His ass squeezed tight and he could hear through the ringing in his ears, Ianto moaning as he thrust again and again, upward into Jack. Jack could feel his ass being filled with Ianto’s own juices and his face broke out in a great, wide smile from such a feeling. That alone, that feeling of Ianto Jones truly lose control over himself, had been worth all of this.
They both continued to shake from the intense aftershocks. This was going to be one for the memory books. Definitely one for the diary, Jack thought.
A few minutes passed and Jack’s office became silent again, save for the sounds from their breathing. The hub was otherwise empty and quiet, Jack having sent the others home hours ago after a slow afternoon.
“You’re absolutely right, Headmaster,” Jack said after he had finished catching his breath. His head was leaned back, resting on Ianto’s shoulder. Ianto was giving him gentle kisses and licks along his neck and along his shoulder as his hands stroked up and down Jack’s torso. It felt wonderful.
“I have been a bad boy… mmm … nice… but while you were punishing me… oh, yes, right there… I’m afraid I got a bit carried away and scratched up your desk rather badly…. so good … I think I even removed some of the varnish…. Oh… yes… I like that… I do hope you’ll forgive me,” he rasped. His breath was starting to come quickly again from Ianto’s ministrations.
Ianto groaned from the words and the thought of having to repair the desk. Picturing Jack’s nails clawing into the pristine antique desk while he was being punished both infuriated and excited him. Here was a new excuse to punish Jack all over again, and his cock began to twitch back to life again, still embedded in his boss’s ass, at the wonderful erotic scenes that came to mind. He grabbed Jack’s hips and thrust himself up into him. The whine, Jack’s whine, from earlier in the evening was returning, but for different reasons now.
“Oh, Mr. Harkness, you’re going to regret ever doing that,” he growled as he bit into that shoulder.