bakerstreet | Spoiled Rotten

"You took the rest of the day off?"

Abel couldn't help the surprise in his voice as he stared at Cor in shock. He knew that Cor wasn't like Franchesco, but it was times like this that really hammered it home. Franchesco never would have taken the day off to punish Abel, especially when said punishment would be more chores and less food. Cor always made sure Abel had plenty to eat, letting the teen buy the groceries for them as Abel did most of the cooking, and ensuring there was always a healthy snack for those between meal times when Abel was hungry.

He licked his lips even as he pulled his feet up onto the seat, wrapping his arms around his knees. "What's my punishment going to be, sir?"

Better to know now, especially as they were getting closer to home. Abel wanted to know if only to settle the faint shadows of his past with more proof that Cor wasn't Franchesco.

"Yeah; was too pissed off about how the principal handled things to think straight. Besides, you need me more than my trainees right now; I can always go back to grind their asses in drills tomorrow morning."

Franchesco is the exact kind of man Cor never wanted to be, and he's glad that the asshole's stuck in jail due to pre-trial flight risk. The Marshal would rather die than tie any form of punishment to food or supplies, anyway. That's just heartless and unnecessary cruelty. Which is why he's gone out of his way to let Abel have as much food as he needs and wants.

"As for your punishment..." Cor mulls it over a bit, remembering their earlier discussion. "You're gonna be tied up, hands behind your back. Haven't nailed down the pose yet, but you're definitely going to have your ass bared and you bent over so that it's sticking out for the punishment. I may be kind that put a vibrator in your ass, but you're not allowed to get off until it's done, so there's gonna be a cock ring as well."

It's a little hard to remain focused on the fact that this is a serious punishment, and not just a playful thing. He's already feeling his blood rush warmer than usual at the mental image of Abel naked and bound in position for a spanking. "I intend to spank you a certain number of times, and I expect you to keep count. You slip up, we start over at 1. The punishment ends when you reach the agreed-upon number...and you apologize again for your mistake."

There's a pause as Cor turns onto the street their home is located on. "Though at any point, if you ever think that it starts feeling like actual abuse, you are allowed and welcomed to use your safe word to end it early. I won't hold it against you. In either case, should you go thru with it successfully, I'll tend to you afterwards..." And forgive him, of course, but that seems more like an unspoken implication.

"Would you object to any of that? Or do you feel like there should be more added in?"

As the punishment was laid out for him, Abel found his cheeks getting flush and his cock hardening at the mental picture it made. They had been talking about punishment play, and he knew this wasn't the same, but it was still an arousing picture.

"I won't object to any of that," Abel stated, licking his lips. It was going to be hard to keep track of the numbers, but that would be part of the punishment after all. He wouldn't be able to just sink into the sensation and enjoy himself. He nodded once. "If it starts to be too much or feel like abuse, I'll use my safe word."

He nearly jumped out of the car when Cor pulled into their parking spot, but he took his time, slinging his backpack over his shoulders before collecting his bags.

"I'll put these in the guest room before meeting you in the living room, sir," Abel offered, lifting the bags slightly. It was where he did most of his sewing when he was at home anyway, and he'd do what homework he had after the punishment. Because that was a rule Cor had. Homework before fun.

It's very arousing, and Abel's not the only one who feels quite aroused by it. But Cor keeps most of his arousal in check, because this is a serious thing and not just for play. Still, Cor is pleased that there's no objections, and nods at the agreement to use a safe word if necessary.

The older man keeps his movements as normal as possible as well, if only so that he remains focused on the upcoming task. "Very well. But remember - we begin as soon as you join me there." 'Homework before fun' has always been a rule Cor grew up with, and it's one that he's not wavered on with Abel. Yet.

Still, he finds himself a touch nervous, even if he doesn't let it show. It's the first serious punishment between them, and he prays that he doesn't screw it up. He slips into his bedroom to switch out of his work clothes as well as gather up the tools he needs. Rope, vibrating plug, cock ring, a paddle...

Abel will soon find him sitting on the couch, the items in question laying on the coffee table. Any windows remain closed, drapes drawn to prevent anyone peaking into what they're about to do. While Cor is dressed down in a t-shirt and jeans, he's wearing a serious look on his face.

Abel nodded and did his best to not bolt for the spare bedroom the second the door was open. He took his time, getting his homework out that would need to be done before placing the fabric on the desk along with his project notebook. Then he braided his hair back before undressing and stuffing his clothes in the dirty laundry, but he does grab one of the old shirts from Cor's closet that he enjoys lounging around the apartment in.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders and walked into the living room, eyeing the various items on the coffee table before standing in front of the couch to stare at Cor. His hard cock is barely hidden by the shirt, but it is the only indication that Abel is excited for this to happen.

It's a serious punishment, and Abel knows it. However, he's going to accept it, learn from his mistakes, and not dwell on this in the future. At least he hoped so as some habits may be more difficult than others to break.

It's good that Abel's more nervous-excited than anything else about this. It makes what Cor's about to do easier to handle. There's a brief flash of approval in his eyes at the braid, before the seriousness returns. They will do what they can to help Abel unlearn some of the worst habits, and it will take time; it helps that they're both willing to do this.

"You're standing before me because you've done something to deserve punishment," Cor starts off firmly. There's no need for anger at this point; he's spent most of it at the school as it is. "Do you remember what it is and why?" This is something they had discussed when they first talked about punishment play - the reason for said 'punishment', and why it's so important for such scenes.

"Yes, sir," Abel replied, glad his voice didn't shake even if his hands were trembling slightly. He lifted his chin and met Cor's eyes. "I didn't come to you about a problem I was having with bullies, and I got into a fight at school with those same bullies, taking you away from work and resulting in a suspension for me."

Perhaps a bit over stated but it was the unvarnished truth. Better to get everything out in the open and know they were on the same page instead of dithering and getting punished for something he didn't do.

The first step to over coming a problem was admitting there was one. He should have had more trust in Cor before this, but he had been scared and unsure of losing Cor. Now, however, it was easy to see just how foolish he had been.

Cor meets Abel's eyes, and slowly nods in agreement. "And I'm very disappointed that you did not come to me about this problem earlier. I'm especially disappointed that you did not do so before it escalated to fighting. I expected better of you."

He gives it a moment to let the words sink in. Part of it is for show, as part of this 'scene', but it also helps add weight to what comes next. "You've been very bad, Abel, and you should be punished for it. Handle the punishment well, and I'll forgive you. If you don't, however, or if you try to weasel out of it, it'll only be worse for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand," Abel stated, feeling much more calm about this now that everything was said and out in the open. "I understand that if I try to get out of this, it will only be worse. I'll only use my word 'Tonberry' if it gets to be too much in a way that I can't handle."

He was going to do his best to handle this, to show he trusted Cor enough to know Abel's limits since Cor was trusting him to stop anything before it slid into the realm of abuse.

Reaching up, he unbuttoned the shirt and slid it down his arms before he draped it over a nearby chair. Perhaps a bit presumptuous of him to get undressed, but it would also let Cor see that he was unharmed from the fight as well.

Cor feels a similar calm as well, as Abel clearly states his agreement to such terms. The reiteration of using the safe word as necessary only eases his heart further over what comes next.

"Very well. Though next time, don't strip before you've been given permission." Next time, he hopes, it will be more playful scene. For now, he lets it slide since the punishment isn't about whether he stripped without permission.

Instead, Cor points to the coffee table. "Kneel before it, and put your hands behind your back." And while the lad obeys, the older man will be busy digging out the small bottle of lube he had tucked into his jeans pocket.

Nodding, Abel moved over to the coffee table and knelt, before he folded his arms behind him. His wrists were by his elbows, and a slight twitch of his head had the braid over his shoulder, leaving his arms bare for whatever sort of bond Cor wanted to tie him with. Of course, such a position left him staring at the objects on the wooden surface, and he shivered in excitement at the thought of each one being used on him in some way.

He also didn't miss Cor's words. "Next Time". He knew this was a serious punishment, but he was already looking forward to a more playful next time, where he'd get punished for something silly between them instead of something serious.

Having next time be for a much more silly and playful reason would be best - could even be something Abel might initiate, should he have the desire for it. Cor would certainly be willing to accept a 'confession of guilt' for some made-up 'crime' to be 'punished' for. Or maybe they'd both just need such a nice scene to help unwind after a long day's work...

But that is later. Right now, Cor keeps his stern, serious look on his face as he reaches for the vibrator. It's a butt plug, long yet thin enough to make entering one's entrance not so uncomfortable...and clearly designed to vibrate well. He lubes up the device, but only puts lube over and around Abel's entrance. "Breathe, and don't cry out. Relax your sorry ass as much as possible."

And slowly, he begins to ease the device into Abel's rear entrance, not stopping until it's fully in, or the lad make a loud (and unwanted) noise.

Edited 2020-08-18 05:04 (UTC)

When Cor reached for the plug, Abe expected to feel himself being stretched at least a little for it. Except, all that happened was lube being dribbled over his hole. His eyes widened a bit at the realization that he wasn't going to be stretched for this, but he trusted Cor to nit hurt him more than he could stand (even if he was still finding out that limit himself.)

Pressing his forehead against the coffee table, Abel closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing and staying as relaxed as possible as he felt his ass being stretched by the plug. It was larger than Cor's finger, but not so large as to hurt in a bad way, and Cor had used plenty of lube on both the toy and Abel himself. The little bite of pain from unstretched muscles was nice, and despite the seriousness of the situation, he felt his cock starting to harden. He bit his lip, not wanting to make any noise to disappoint Cor.

He'd done that enough today.

There's no stretch beforehand, no. Cor didn't mention it, but this is also part of the punishment - another sign that this is a serious one and not a playful scene. He does go slow, but he sees that Abel is still being turned on from the mix of pain and pleasure. He will have to make sure that he takes extra care to ease any aches afterwards, still...

Once the plug is fully in, he sets it at a low buzz, knowing that its sheer length will help send the vibrations deep into the lad. Pleased that Abel is trying not to cry out, he then reaches for the cock ring. "As a reminder, you're not allowed to climax until the punishment is done. This will help ensure that." He then tries to put the ring on, expecting the lad to not struggle against it. Though if he does resist, there will be a firm spank waiting for one of his ass cheeks...

"Yes, sir," Abel gasped, trembling as those vibrations seemed to rumble deep inside him, almost right behind his cock. He did twitch away from Cor when he felt that ring near his cock, but it hadn't been in a struggle to escape his punishment. More like trying to focus on the new sensations he was experiencing, and that had taken him by surprise even though he knew to expect it.

The sharp blow to his ass did get a yelp from him, and he blushed from embarrassment. "Sorry, sir!" he cried, shivering under that brief bit of pain before he bit his lip as the ring was firmly wrapped around his cock. This was about punishment, not pleasure. He wasn't suppose to enjoy this even if his body hadn't gotten the message.

"You'd better be sorry, because you were warned before about resisting. Don't do it again, or it'll only be worse." The grumbling tone is mostly for dramatic effect, but it is the last warning Abel's going to receive about any perceived 'resistance'. Still, Cor is pleased that Abel immediately apologized for that twitch, which is why he only did that one spank with his bare hand.

Once the ring is firmly attached, and once he's sure that Abel doesn't seem to be needing to stop so soon, he leans over and grabs the bundle of rope. "Lift your upper body up," he commands, one hand already reaching for the shoulders. "It's time to make sure you don't squirm out of position of your due punishment."

Indeed, the rope is of soft silk, but still strong and rough enough to slightly bite into the skin of a young lad like Abel. Should Abel not twitch or struggle much, Cor will be able to securely tie him up in a manner that leaves criss-crossing patterns all over his torso, arms, and thighs; his hands, naturally, will be tied behind his back as a hold for Cor to use as leverage at some point...

"Yes, sir," Abel gasped, shivering at that warning, but it certainly wasn't out of fear for a worse punishment.

He pushed himself upright, whimpering as the buzzing plug shifted inside him, but he didn't fight Cor as he was tied. He did his best to keep his braid out of Cor's way, and under those sure hands, he was quickly tied up in a decorative way. It felt very nice, and briefly, Abel wondered if Cor would let him wear something like this to school under his clothes. Like an all day hug.

Then his hands were tied behind his back, and his thoughts about wearing a harness to school were pushed aside to focus on the sensations of here and now. His cock was hard and starting to drip a bit, but there was no way he was going to be able to come with the ring around it. It was a delightful torture.

Cor could sense that Abel has no fear in regards to that threat, which is a good thing. It further eases any lingering concerns about carrying out this punishment, and helps strengthen his suspicions about his young lover being possibly masochistic.

The idea of him wearing bondage under his school uniform, though, would not be a bad idea. Cor could be sweet-talked into it, if Abel really desires it at a later date...

But for the moment, his focus is solely on finishing the last of the knots. He leans back to access his handiwork, pleased that nearly all of it appears to be perfect; he does make slight adjustments to one or two places to ensure that they're not too loose, or too tight. "Can you still feel your blood flow everywhere, even in your arms?" He inquires - a safety check before the main event.

Abe blinked a couple of times as he focused on the question he had been asked. He wriggled his fingers before nodding. "Yes, sir, I can still feel everything. Nothing's tingling like it's falling asleep from a lack of blood."

The question helped ground him a bit, but he knew it was necessary to ask. Cor had told him before he had first tied Abel back in the beginning that it could be dangerous for Abel if something slipped or was too tight. It was just another little way that Cor showed he cared about Abel.

It was also a question that would be asked outside of the "scene" until they were done with Cor trusting Abel to know his limits should it be necessary to stop things. That was how Cor trusted Abel even as Abel trusted him enough to surrender to the older man like this.

It definitely is a big reason, yes - both for his safety and as a sign of their trust for each other. It's a good, healthy way to show that trust, to have these little checks that don't really break the mood or the scene they're involved in. And as always, part of Cor is touched that Abel trusts him this much so soon - a trust he wouldn't dare break for the world.

"Good, because it's not your arms I'm gonna put the hurt on." Cor made Abel bend over the coffee table, holding him in position by said arms. His free hand picks up the paddle, rubbing the flat part against that young bare ass. "You are going to count to twenty - ten for each side. And you will count after each hit. Screw up, and we start over. Understood?"

This is it; this is what they're building up to. Cor's stern look hides the slight bout of nerves beneath his skin. It's now or never.

"Yes, sir," Abel stated, not resisting as he was bent over the table and held there by his arms. "Twenty total, and if I miscount, we start over from one."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting all of his uncertainty and tension slide out with that air. He knew he could do this even if it wasn't the play they had originally talked about. He had screwed up, and now Cor was going to punish him. It was not going to be pleasant, but a serious punishment wasn't suppose to be.

Abel was going to take his punishment, learn from this, and do his best to not disappoint Cor again.

Cor simply nods, merely grunting in stern approval of Abel's immediate agreement. This won't be easy on both their hearts, but serious punishments rarely are. But better to get it out of the way than let it linger unnecessarily...

One hand roughly grabs Abel's bound arms to hold him in place, while the other rises up with the paddle in hand. "Then begin." Down comes the paddle with a slight whistle, and there's a loud smack! as polished wood hits bare, soft rear.

Even though he had been told they were starting, Abel still jumped with a yelp when the wood hit his bare ass. The pain was sharp but he managed to stutter out "One". It was a bit distracting with the plug vibrating away in his rear, but not so distracting that he forgot to count.

He did his best to relax against the table, his body pliant in Cor's grip, yet he still braced himself for the next blows, methodically counting each one in a voice that slowly becomes more shaky as they go. Abel knew this wasn't for fun, that this was a serious punishment, but his body was enjoying this pain quite a bit, making his cock throb in the ring that was holding him back. It wasn't so much that he couldn't bear it, but he was starting to fight to remember what number he was one.

Abel didn't want to start all over again. It would mean he disappointed Cor by being unable to complete a simple punishment. He never noticed when tears started running down his face, not with how had he was concentrating on counting.

Cor doesn't show it, but he's pleased that Abel didn't lose out at the beginning. He keeps the blows slow and steady, evenly paced out so that the lad feels each and every hit. The paddle also switches between cheeks, landing one before hitting the other next blow.

And even though he also knows this is serious, he feels the familiar rush of hot blood in his veins, through his body and down to his groin. It doesn't help that he sees the lad's own arousal as well, making his own bodily response 'better'/worse. But the tears makes him pause for just one second, making Cor struggle against his instincts to stop and do anything to make Abel stop crying.

But he can't; not yet. Gritting his teeth, he keeps paddling the lad's rear. He's silently praying that Abel doesn't mess up during these last two hits; just two more and they'll be done. Two more and then he'd be willing to hear Abel's apology again...

"N..nineteen," Abel gasped before he collapsed against the coffee table with the last blow. "Twnty."

Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he gasped for breath, silently crying (because Franchesco would only punish him if he thought Abel was being a cry baby), and yet his body ached for release. His cock was so hard it nearly hurt in a bad way, but he'd taken his punishment, and maybe now he'd be forgiven. He knew he hadn't lost Cor or what they were building together, this punishment showed that, and surprisingly, Abel felt safer than he ever had before.

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