Smokin’ Ain’t Allowed in School

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  Smokin’ Ain’t Allowed in School
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Rating:  R
Prompt:  Ianto Jones is summoned to the headmaster's office. (prompt from verasteine)
Kink:  spanking, bdsm, power issues, roleplay/au
Warnings: spanking, frottage, roleplay
Disclaimer:  I do not own, or make money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for round 15 at rounds­_of_kink.  I don’t know what it is about these two, but every time I think I’m going to write something fluffy, one of them has other ideas.

Set early series 1, pre-Cyberwoman, with spoilers for Cyberwoman.

 

 

            Ianto was busy washing the last coffee mugs of the day, trying to think of anything else that needed to be done, anything he could do to justify staying later still.  The others had all left over an hour earlier, but Ianto had remained behind hoping for an invitation to Jack’s office and, by extension, his bed.  With Lisa hidden below, Ianto knew that his best hope of keeping her a secret, a least until next week when his expert was due to arrive, was to keep the Captain occupied and, short of faking a rift flare, offering his body was the best method of doing so.  Not that it had been much of a hardship to this point.  Jack was creative, generous, and surprisingly tender.  Ianto had never been with a man before Jack, but the older man had taken the time to make sure that Ianto was comfortable, explaining everything and patiently waiting for Ianto to adjust. 

            Just as he dried his hands and walked into the main area of the Hub, Jack’s voice sounded in his ear, startling Ianto.

            “Mr. Jones, report to my office immediately,” Jack’s voice was stern, but when Ianto turned to look up at Jack standing in the window of his office, there was a smirk on his face.

            “Yes, sir,” Ianto replied with a grin before heading up the stairs to Jack’s office.

 Ianto let himself into the office and was stopped short by Jack’s angry tone, “How dare you?  Entering my office without knocking?  You may be new to this school, Mr. Jones, but you will respect the office of the headmaster.”

As Jack came around his desk to stand directly in front of him, arms crossed and face serious, Ianto blinked several times, trying to work out what Jack had just said and what it meant.

            “I… The… Oh.”  Slowly realization dawned and Ianto considered the hopeful glint in Jack’s eyes.  With Jack, he was willing to push the boundaries and experiment, play games he had never considered with Lisa.  And if it happened to keep Jack from wandering the lower levels of the complex during the night, so much the better.

Ianto took a deep breath and nodded.  “I’m sorry, sir.  I wasn’t thinking,” he said, turning sharply to leave the room, closing the door behind him.  This time he knocked and waited for permission before entering.   He closed the door behind him and came to stand in front of Jack’s desk.

A small smile crossed Jack’s face, before he settled back into his stern, commanding presence.  “Much better, Mr. Jones, much better.”    

Jack paced once around Ianto before sitting back behind his desk, arms crossed, and merely watching Ianto for a moment.  Ianto did his best not to squirm under the intensity of the gaze, eyes down and fists clenched.

“Do you know why you’ve been summoned here this evening?”

“No, sir.”

 “Well, that just won’t do,” Jack said, leaning forward over the desk.  “It has come to my attention that you were skiving off this afternoon.”

“Sir?”

“Where did go immediately after lunch period today?  And don’t lie to me.  You’re in enough trouble already.”

“After lunch? I…” Ianto paused for a moment trying to rein in the sudden panic this question caused.  He had gone down to visit Lisa briefly, but was sure no one had noticed.  Had Jack discovered his little secret, found out what he was hiding?  This couldn’t be about her, could it?  No, he had been careful and Jack wouldn’t play with him like this if it was.  So, this had to be about something else.  He knew this had to be about something else he had done after lunch, but he couldn’t think because of the sound of his heart pounding and not being able to take a deep breath and the voices in his head telling him to run and the edges of his vision turning black and…

“Whoa,” yelled Jack, coming around the desk to catch Ianto in his arms before he fell.  “Hey, it’s just a game.  Relax.  Nothing to panic over.”

“I…  I’m okay,” said Ianto with a deep shuddering breath.

“Just a little lightheaded?  Smoking will do that, you know, oxygen deprivation.  It’s not good for you.”

“Smoking?  Is that what this is about?  When I went outside to…? ”

“What did you think it was about?”

“I…  Nothing.  Nothing, I just…”  Ianto took another deep breath and slowly released it, screwing his eyes tightly closed and feeling himself calm.  “I’m sorry, sir.  I know smoking is against school rules.”

“Ianto, are you sure you want to play?” Jack asked softly.  “I won’t be disappointed if you want to stop.  We can do something else if this is too much.”

“No, sir,” said Ianto, struggling to get his voice back under control.   “I’ve… I’ve broken school rules, sir, and I should be punished.”

“Right, then,” Jack said pulling back slightly but staying close to Ianto’s side for the moment.  “This is a serious infraction, Mr. Jones.  Smoking is a filthy and dangerous habit, one that will not be tolerated here.”

“Yes, sir,” Ianto replied, glad that Jack had returned to the game.  He was sure that later Jack would want to know the cause of the panic, but for the moment it was forgotten.

“Around here there are consequences when a rule is broken, especially one this serious.  You will have to be punished.  Now, tell me,” Jack said, finally moving back behind his desk, one hand resting on the pull of the top drawer.  “Were you ever summoned to the headmaster’s office at your prior school?  Did they use corporal punishment?”

Ianto suddenly found it difficult to speak as the sense of pure arousal that washed through him seemed to turn his tongue as thick as it did his cock.  If it hadn’t turned him on even more he was sure he would have been embarrassed by the squeak in his voice as he replied, “No, sir.”

“Really?  Not at all?  What about at home?”

“No, sir.”

“So you’ve never been spanked?” Jack asked, looking down into the now open drawer.

“No, sir, I haven’t.”   This wasn’t something he had ever tried before, but he had thought about.  He had certainly though about it.  Frequently.   More and more often in recent weeks.  Whether while watching Jack’s hands during a staff meeting, noting the flex of muscles in Jack’s forearms when his shirt sleeves were rolled up, caressing the leather of Jack’s belt as he carefully unbuckled it, or playing idly with the wooden ruler at his workstation, he had thought about it.   He had imagined the feel of Jack’s fingers across his skin, the heat spreading slowly through his body, the vibrations from each spank traveling to his cock pressed hard against Jack.  No, he had never tried it, but he wanted to.

“Hmmm.  Usually, for an infraction like this I’d use the paddle,” said Jack, indicting a medium sized black leather paddle in the desk drawer.  “But, as this is your first spanking, I think I can exercise a little leniency here and just use my hand.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Ianto quietly.  As much as he wanted this, it was still frightening, and he worried that the paddle might be too much for the first time.

Jack pushed his chair back from the desk and beckoned Ianto to his side.  He nodded and looked expectantly at Ianto until the younger man undid his trousers and let them pool around his ankles. 

“Pants, too,” Jack said, noting the slight hesitation before Ianto complied.  Jack took a firm hold of Ianto’s wrists and tugged him forward as he said, “Alright, over you go.”

Jack took a moment to run a hand gently down Ianto’s back and across his upturned arse, admiring the trembling muscles beneath his finger tips.  Using one arm to hold Ianto tightly on his lap, Jack raised the other hand and brought it down in a sharp smack.  There was a quick yelp, followed by a short moan from Ianto and Jack watched the pink handprint fade on Ianto’s usually pale skin.  Jack raised his hand again and laid a matching imprint on the other cheek, the swat firm, but not overly hard.  There was no yelp the second time, just a quick gasp and Ianto rocking forward on Jack’s lap. 

 As the spanking continued Ianto felt his backside slowly warm from the attention.  He had not anticipated just how much each smack would sting, but, with his cock pressed firmly against Jack’s thigh and sliding forward and back in time with Jack’s hand, he didn’t care.   It’s just a game, Ianto reminded himself.  He’ll stop if I ask him to.  Somehow that knowledge allowed him to relax further, fully giving himself over to the experience. 

“You know, Mr. Jones,” whispered Jack, “you do seem to be enjoying yourself and this is supposed to be a punishment.  Maybe I should use the paddle.”

And at those words Ianto’s orgasm shuddered through him, leaving him limp and spent across Jack’s lap.  Jack gently rubbed Ianto’s back and carded his fingers through Ianto’s hair before pulling Ianto up into a hug.   

            “Hey,” Jack said softly, bringing a hand up to cup Ianto’s cheek.  “Was that what you’ve been looking for?”

            Ianto did not speak, instead he blushed, bit at his lower lip, and nodded.

            “I thought so,” said Jack with a smile.  “You’ve been wanting that for a while now.  But seriously, Ianto, you need to quit the smoking.”

“I know.  It’s just that it helps me relax and…”

“You have me to help you relax now.  Come on.  Let’s get you, and my clothes, cleaned up.”