Just One

Jul. 12th, 2010 02:54 pm
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Title:  Just One
Author:
czarina_kitty
Fandom:
Torchwood
Pairing/character:  
Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating:
R
Kink:  caning
Warnings:
Nothing other than the kink
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes:  written for a square on my kink_bingo card.  This is my third attempt at this square.  I might finish the other two at some point.

     

            “Ianto?” Jack asks after the others have left for the evening.  “Were you ever caned while you were at school?”

            “Sir?” Ianto asks, stalling for time as his mind desperately tries to reconstruct the question. 

            “When you were at school, Ianto, did you ever get into trouble?” Jack asks, coming to stand behind the younger man.  “Were you ever sent to the Headmaster for discipline?”

            “Once or twice,” Ianto squeaks.

            “Troublemaker,” Jack says fondly.

            “Not really.  Just bored most of the time.”

            “I can see that.  So tell me, Ianto,” Jack says, wrapping his arms around Ianto’s waist and resting his head on Ianto’s shoulder.  “Did they use a cane?  Were you ever bent over for six of the best?  I can imagine it, you know.  I can see you, right over the desk, gripping the far edge and pressing your cheek against the cool wood.  Your trousers around your ankles and shirt pushed up your back, your arse bared and ready for punishment.”

“No,” says Ianto, his breathing heavy and irregular.

“No?” asks Jack, his hands stilling on Ianto’s chest, the ends of Ianto’s tie dangling loose from his collar.

“No,” Ianto says, his voice strained.  “I’m too young.  It wasn’t done anymore.  So, no, I was never caned at school.” 

Jack smiles and goes back to work undoing the buttons of Ianto’s shirt.  In his best seductive tone he asks, “Would you like to be?”

Ianto hesitates for a moment before asking, “Doesn’t it, you know, hurt?”

“It does, yes.  But then, so does being spanked and you love that,” Jack says, one hand kneading Ianto’s buttocks through the fabric still covering them.  “This can be more intense, but you’ll like it, I promise.”

Ianto hesitates again and Jack moves to face him, cupping Ianto’s cheek with one hand.  “Hey, no pressure.  And you can always tell me to stop.”

Ianto nods, then quietly replies, “Okay.”

“You want to do this?  You’re sure?” Jack asks gently and Ianto nods again.  Ianto keeps his head down, refusing to make eye contact as Jack leans in and kisses him softly on the forehead.  “I’ll take good care of you.  Let’s go downstairs.”

Ianto looks up, confused for a moment, “I thought…the desk…”

“Maybe next time.  Right now, I want you stretched out on the bed.  It’ll feel better,” Jack says, leading Ianto down the ladder to his room.  Jack sits Ianto on the edge of the bed and kneels to remove the younger man’s shoes and socks, massaging the arch of each foot before removing the rest of Ianto’s clothing.  Jack leans in and kisses Ianto softly for a long moment.  “Lie down on your stomach,” he whispers.

            Ianto moves to lie on the bed, watching over his shoulder as Jack retrieves a long, thin rattan cane from the wardrobe.  Jack sets the cane on the bed next to Ianto, then sits on the edge.  “You are amazing,” Jack says, running his hands slowly up Ianto’s back.  “So willing to try new things, so open to new experiences.”

            Jack feels Ianto relax under his hands and strengths his touch, massaging Ianto’s shoulders.  He continues whispering encouragement and compliments as he moves to lightly scratch down each arm in turn, before moving the massage lower.  “You are so beautiful like this, laid out for me to admire,” Jack says as his hands kneading the flesh of Ianto’s thighs and calves and feet.  

            Jack moves back up, placing a hand in the middle of Ianto’s upper back and leaning down to look the younger man in the eyes.  “Okay?” he asks.

            “Yeah,” Ianto replies dreamily.  

            “Good,” Jack says, kissing Ianto on the forehead.  He pulls back and moves the hand from Ianto’s back to rest on Ianto’s arse.  Jack pulls his hand back and lands a soft swat on the lower curve, drawing a quiet gasp from Ianto.  Jack alternates easy spanks with tender caresses, still whispering to his young lover, “I love that you’re so sensitive to touch, so in the moment.”

              Ianto arches and pushes back against Jack’s hand.  “Shh,” Jack tells him, reaching for the cane.  Jack rubs the implement across Ianto’s skin for several moments, watching Ianto wriggle on the bed.  When Jack pulls the cane away and stands up, Ianto’s breathing catches and Jack can see him tense.  Jack taps the cane across Ianto’s bottom, feather-light and in regular rhythm until Ianto relaxes.  

Jack continues to tap for another minute before giving one sharp stroke across Ianto’s sit spot and then returning immediately to gentle tapping.  Ianto gasps and arches up towards the cane, silently asking for more.  The steady fall of light blows, interspersed with the occasional sharp smack continues.  “You’re doing so well, Ianto.  Your skin is warming up, turning pink all over.  I was right, you are loving this, aren’t you?”

Instead of a coherent answer, Ianto turns his head and buries his face in the pillow.  Jack chuckles to himself, then increases the intensity of each tap, giving the occasional harder and sharper stroke without varying the speed.  This draws a strangled moan from Ianto as his skin flushes pink.  “Oh, you like that, do you?” Jack asks.  “If we do this again, I just might need to find a heavier cane for you, something with a little more intensity.”

            “Jack?” Ianto says, voice rough and shaky.

            “Ianto?”  Jack stills the cane immediately.  “Everything okay?”

            “Yeah, I just…”

            “What is it, Ianto?  Do you want me to stop?”

            “No.  I just…Give me one real stroke?  Please.  One where you don’t hold back.”

            “I don’t want to hurt you, Ianto.  This is about you feeling good.  It’s not about pain.”

            “I know.  I know you won’t ever hurt me, but I want to feel what you can do with that.  Show me how strong you are.  Just once, just one.”

            “Are you sure?  This is only a nursery cane, but it will still hurt.”

            “I’m sure.  Please.”

            “Okay, but just one,” Jack says, resuming his tempo, again increasing the strength of each tap.  Ianto squirms on the bed as the caning continues, rocking his hips forward with each solid smack.  Jack pulls back and delivers one searing stroke over the sensitive flesh where arse meets thigh, a red line imprinted on the pale skin. 

            Ianto gives a short, cut off grunt and Jack drops the cane.  Moving to soothe Ianto’s skin with his hands Jack says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.  I’m sorry.”

            Ianto rolls onto his side to look up at Jack through heavily lidded eyes.  “Don’t apologize, I asked for that.  Beside, that was…amazing.”  Ianto scoots over on the bed to make room for Jack, then rolls back to his stomach.  “You didn’t hurt me, Jack.  Just don’t expect me to move for a while.”

            “I’m pretty sure I can come up with something to do that won’t require you to move,” Jack says, running one hand over Ianto’s back and kissing him deeply.  “Much.”

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