Author: Dino76

Type of work: Fiction

Title: Make sure it ends in tears

Fandom: Lucifer

Spanking Pairing(s) or/and Main Characters: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar

Type of Spanking: Adult, Punishment

Implement(s): belt, ruler

Summary: Chloe takes Lucifer to task for his abominable behaviour during the investigation. But her first try fails miserably...

Rating: T

Word Count: 7450

Notes & Warnings: spanking of an adult

Spoiler up to: Season two Episode 6

Author's Note: Another try to help Lucifer find the punishment he is so desperately looking for in this episode. I somehow thought Chloe deserved to dish out some much needed discipline. Unbetaed again. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chloe asked furiously.

"Why are you so surprised, Detective?! I'm the Devil, remember? I'm evil!"

"No, what you are is off this case!" Chloe ranted jabbing a finger at him in emphasis. "I'm gonna take you home. Wait for me outside. – And may God help you, if you're not standing next to my car, when I get down there," she threatened in a dangerously low voice glaring at him fiercely. The seething look Lucifer threw her in reply might have intimidated a lesser woman than herself, but she knew him too well to balk – and besides she was far too angry right now to care. "Go," she added making a shooing motion with her hand to get him moving. She needed a few minutes to calm down and to make sure Dan was okay. Then she'd take Lucifer home where she definitely planned to 'help' him adjust his attitude. His behaviour needed to change – fast. She would make sure of that.

"As if He'd help me," Lucifer muttered under his breath before turning on his heel and walking down the corridor. Chloe watched him for a few moments to make sure he actually got to the stairway and did not get distracted by another harebrained idea on the way. Then she turned around to check on Dan who was nursing his bleeding nose with a scowl on his face. She couldn't blame him. He was angry – rightly so – and he probably couldn't understand why Chloe kept siding with Lucifer (which she didn't). But Dan didn't know him like she did. She knew that there was something seriously wrong with Lucifer. This behaviour was so unlike him that it worried her almost to a sickening degree.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of Lucifer and his tantrum and focusing on the case, they decided that Dan would take the files back to the station and work through them as fast as possible, even though they probably shouldn't. Chloe herself would meet him there after dropping Lucifer at Lux (and giving him a piece of her mind in regard to his attitude). Ignoring Dan's suggestion to push the other man out of the moving vehicle instead, Chloe left him with the stack of files. As she was walking through the clinic, her anger and worry at Lucifer's less-than-stellar performance today returned in full force.

Once outside, she could see Lucifer slouched against the hood of her car and scowling at the ground. He still looked horribly dishevelled. That alone gave her even more cause to worry. What was wrong with him today? What was bothering him? Even through her anger at his abominable attitude, she couldn't shake the uneasiness that something was terribly wrong with him. What had happened to push him so far off track? This behaviour was so unlike him that it seriously unnerved her. It just wasn't him. Despite his constant rambling about him being the devil, he wasn't actually evil. Maybe, just maybe, she should try talking to him again before she made any rash decisions about punishment. She'd got reasonable results the last time she'd strapped him, but maybe that wasn't what he needed right now. Maybe he needed an open ear – someone he could trust. She approached him with quick strides and he looked up only to drop his eyes immediately as he spotted her, but she was certain that she had detected a short glimpse of ... something ... pain maybe? If this whole ordeal just wasn't so damn frustrating or if Lucifer wasn't the most stubborn person she knew, things would be easier.

With his expression still sour, hands pushed deep into the pockets of his trousers and his head bent, he reminded her of an unruly teenager about to face his displeased parents. Come to think of it, his whole conduct was that of a teenager. Pushing and antagonising everyone around him in hopes of a reaction. The only unknown was which reaction he was hoping for. What would help him the most? Chloe steeled her features. She'd try to make him talk again. This couldn't go on. There had got to be a reason for his odd behaviour. And she didn't want to make it worse by taking the wrong route to adjust it. But this wasn't a discussion she planned to have in the middle of a street. She'd take him home first.

Coming to a halt right in front of him, Lucifer raised his head again having schooled his features back to the scowl that had been adorning his face since they met this morning. She let him stew under her hard gaze for a few seconds. It didn't produce the desired results. His expression remained resentful and angry; his eyes firmly locked on a spot somewhere on her forehead to avoid looking her in the eye while at the same time trying to give the illusion that he was indeed looking straight at her. Chloe suppressed an exasperated sigh. She didn't sign up to babysit a sullen teenager. She didn't think that she'd have to deal with teen angst and rebellion for at least another five years. She normally had zero tolerance for adults behaving like children, but something in his eyes made her sympathise with him and her anger dissipate. He was hurting. She was dead certain that something happened to him or maybe someone close to him. She just didn't know what. And with Lucifer being so incredibly, no annoyingly tight-lipped, there was little hope of her finding out about it. But how was she supposed to help him – and punish him accordingly – if she did not have the whole picture? God, this was going to be a long day and she could already feel a Lucifer-induced headache forming behind her eyes.

"What's the matter, Detective?" Lucifer interrupted her train of thought. "Looking for the right words to reprimand me?"

"Actually I am," she said. "But we'll not talk here. Get in the car." She rounded the car to get behind the wheel, not looking whether he'd follow her order or not. Fortunately he did. She put the car in drive, admonishing Lucifer to put on his seatbelt. Which he also did –with an exasperated huff and presumably an eye-roll. She didn't want this sullen teenager – she wanted her partner back! Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she saw that he had crossed his arms and was glaring out the passenger side window with an impressive pout on his face. She took a deep breath to gather the strength and patience she'd probably need to get through the next hour. Lucifer threw her a quick look before slouching down in his seat, further manifesting the image of a petulant teenager. It took all her considerable willpower to refrain herself from rolling her eyes at his behaviour. This would not help the situation, she knew. There should be at least one adult present in their upcoming dispute.

She pulled into Lucifer's private parking underneath the club and got out. They had spent the car ride in tense silence; Lucifer sulking and Chloe deciding on the right approach to their problem. He followed her, still looking grim and not at all contrite. She waited for him to catch up with her – which he did with all the delay he assumed he would get away with. Not in the mood to abide by his rules, Chloe grabbed his upper arm in a firm grip and towed him along towards the elevator. If he insisted on maintaining this teenage posture, she would oblige him by treating him accordingly. He didn't try to shake of her hand but made quite a show of dragging his feet. Albeit she didn't think of anything else on the ride over, Chloe was still feeling very unsure about her course of action. However she tried to not let that show on her face. She would definitely try to get him to open up again and maybe she could make the punishment more of an object lesson? A reminder for him to behave and that she wouldn't put up with this attitude? Nothing too harsh. She certainly didn't want to traumatise him. It was just so, so hard to make a decision without knowing the whole truth. But she needed to do something. He was spiralling and if he didn't have someone who'd step in and stop his descent, he'd crash.

"I'm not going to get lost on the way to my apartment," Lucifer grouched interrupting her inner musings. "You don't need to accompany me."

"I know that," she answered pushing him ahead of her into the elevator. "But we still need to talk and there's also the matter of your punishment to take care of." She felt him stiffen next to her. Finally a sensible reaction. The mention of his claimed specialty always got a response and Chloe had been counting on that.

"My punishment?" he repeated in a voice that she couldn't read. Looking at him sternly (while simultaneously trying to hide her nervousness and uncertainty), she replied, "You didn't think that you'd get away with this behaviour?" He didn't reply and instead opted for staring at the floor. Entering the spacious penthouse, she pointed at his leather sofa.

"Sit down."

"Why?"

"Because we're gonna talk first." With an impressive eye-roll, he did as she had asked, slouching down on the couch and glaring straight ahead. 'Breathe,' she thought and chose the seat right next to him, maybe proximity and care would get him to open up. Angling her body slightly to look at him, she gathered her strength. His posture was still stiff, unrepentant and surly. This would not do. She already regretted that she was on a tight time schedule. "Wanna tell me what's the matter with you?"

"I told you, I'm evil."

"No, you're not," she retorted. "But something's off. You're behaving irresponsible and sullen. – And I want to know why." He remained silent crossing his arms again and staring straight ahead. Chloe took a deep breath putting her hand on his knee and shook it slightly. "Hey, look at me," she ordered softly and waited until he complied. "This isn't you. I know it isn't. I know the real Lucifer." He snorted loudly shaking off her hand.

"You most certainly do not," he replied angrily and somewhat sadly. "Why bother with all this unnecessary talk? Let's just get this over with. I deserve it."

"Lucifer," she started only to be cut off straight away.

"No, Detective, you wouldn't understand so let's just commence with whatever punishment you have planned for me. I can assure you, I'm a willing participant."

"All right," she sighed. This was not going as she had planned. "I can't force you to talk to me, so let's proceed with the strapping you so richly earned. Maybe that'll help you remember to stick to simple protocol and procedure." She stood up motioning for him to do the same. "Give me your belt." He unsnapped the requested item with jerky movements before pulling it out of its loops viciously and handing it over. "Now take off your suit jacket and bend over the couch." She had already decided that an object lesson was probably the best way to go. Show him that she disapproved of his behaviour but don't traumatise him. She watched him carefully but he made sure to avert his eyes making it difficult for her to get a read on him. His body language still conveyed mostly anger. She had been so sure that she'd get him to open up and there was a definite feeling of dejection in her stomach. She didn't like punishing him without having the whole picture. She was a mother and it went against everything she stood for to discipline someone when she knew that that person was keeping something from her. But she was running out of options – and time – here. Maybe a few smacks would get Lucifer to straighten up and fly right. She hefted the belt in her hand. It was a subtle leather belt, not too broad and heavy but lithe and perfect to get this lesson across. She stepped next to Lucifer's slim form already bent over the back of the couch. His shoulders tense, fists balled and backside presented perfectly for punishment. She put her hand on the small of his back, patting him once. He'd relished in her touch when she had comforted him before. Today his body just stiffened further.

"What is this punishment for?" she asked calmly. He snorted into the cushion.

"For not following simple protocol and procedure," he mimicked her. She brought the belt down sharply in the middle of his butt. Why did he have to make everything so difficult today? Was he trying to incur her wrath? To annoy her until she snapped?

"That's right, but keep the sass down," she reprimanded sternly. No, she would stick to her original plan. An object lesson it would be. "You're getting twenty-five." She increased the pressure on his back to keep him firmly in place and snapped the belt down for the first of the twenty-five promised slaps. Not too soft but not too harsh either. She wanted to make sure that he'd feel this for a bit. Lucifer kept stoically silent and remained like that throughout the whole punishment. Chloe kept a close eye on his reaction, but other than squirming slightly and pressing his balled up fist to his mouth, he didn't show that she was affecting him in the least. When she was done, she patted his back lightly, draping the belt next to him on the sofa.

"We're done, you can get up now," she said. "Do you want your hug now?" He threw her a look that clearly suggested that she'd lost her mind. And somehow that hurt her more than it probably should, manifesting the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she'd handled this wrongly. "Okay," she forced herself to say. "I hope you learned something from this."

"Whatever."

"I – I need to get back to the precinct," she mumbled. "Stay here and get a grip on your behaviour." Chloe quickly left after that. She didn't dare to look at him again. Mentally chastising herself for going against her better judgement, she felt like she had majorly screwed this up. She shouldn't have punished him without knowing the whole story. God, she'd probably made things even worse! She'd need to go back later and apologise. But not now. She was too close to tears to face Lucifer again so soon. This sucked.