#1 RULE

Owen threw the molecular device, also known as a portable prison cell, from his pocket and it immediately opened up and caught the weevil in its tracks.

"Owen!" Snapped Jack, "How many times do I have to remind you what the NUMBER ONE RULE is at Torchwood!? No one takes ANY alien device out of the office without MY permission."

"Okay, I'm sorry but look, the weevil would have escaped so it was a good thing, right?"

"No Owen, you got lucky. I'm tired of you not following orders and today, that's going to stop."

TW

Jack pulled up to the building in their black Range Rover Vogue.

"Gwen, Tosh, Lanto, I want you three to get started on the latest assignment. Owen and I will be in shortly."

The three gave Owen a look of sympathy as they followed Jack's orders and walked inside. Jack opened the glove compartment and pulled out a hairbrush he always kept handy for any time one of his crew didn't listen to orders. Owen was already seated on the passenger side in front and watched with wide eyes as Jack pulled out the hairbrush.

"Back seat Owen, now."

Jack ordered as he got out of the driver's side and into the back. Owen hesitated.

"Now Owen! If I have to bring you back here myself it will only be THAT much worse on your backside!"

Owen got out from the front and in the back.

"This is a bollox Jack! I am a 27 year old doctor and you are about to paddle me as if I were some mere child!"

"That is correct, I am about to paddle your beautiful little behind because you DID act like a child by not following my orders."

"Give me another chance, please Jack."

"No, this was your THIRD offence this month. Carrying around gadgets from the riff that you don't truly understand can be very dangerous."

Owen thought for a moment, "Can I at least keep my clothes on?"

Jack smirked, "Why? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Just last weekend, you, me, Lanto…"

"No, that's not why."

"Then why?"

"Because, it's going to bloody hurt!"

"It's supposed to hurt," Jack smirked slyly, "now; trousers and knickers down and get over my lap. You have ten seconds before I take over and do it for you."

Owen looked at Jack for a moment and knew he wasn't going to change his mind no matter how much he begged or pleaded. He was taking longer than ten seconds; John reached for Owen's jeans and Owen shot back just enough to take control of the situation his self. Jack gave him a rise of his eyebrow to show disapproval.

"Sorry Jack, I umm, I can do it."

He slipped down his clothes and placed his self over Jack's lap. He adjusted the younger man in position in order to have a firm grip on him.

"Why am I about to spank you Owen?"

"Umm, foreplay?...sir."

SMACK! SMACK! Jack landed two solid smacks on Owen's left upper thigh.

"OW!" Calls out Owen as he shot his hand back and did his best to rub away the sting before Jack quickly smacked his hand.

"Keep your hands away and answer my question seriously. I am really not happy with you right now Owen Harper!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It's because I took out the portable prison cell without your permission.

"That's exactly right and HOW many times have I already warned you about this?"

Owen was quiet for a moment.

"Answer me Owen. I'm growing VERY impatient."

"Sorry, two or three times sir."

"That's right; and for someone who claims that I'm treating him like a child, well, isn't what you did child like behavior?"

"No," Owen answered very softly.

"Pardon me? I didn't hear you."

"No sir."

"Really? Okay well, I disagree; so let's get this over with."

Owen let a whimper escape his lips as Jack took a sturdy grip around his waist line. Jacke started with his hand and let it rain down on Owen's vulnerable backside. He spanked his bottom for a solid minute before he let up. Owen squirmed instinctively as tears streamed down his young boyish sweet face.

"I'm sorry Jack. I'm really sorry! I won't do it again!"

"I hope so but we're not through here just yet."

Owen whimpered again.

Jacked picked up the hairbrush and brought it down hard onto Owen's bright pink hue colored bottom. Owen kicked so hard he kicked the door on accident. Jack adjusted him so he actually had easier access to his sit spots. Jack started again. He spanked the young man's bottom fast and furiously. Left to right, middle to sit spots to upper thighs. Owen cried out in agony from unbearable sting of the brush.

"I'M SO SORRY SIR! I'M SO SORRY!" He cried out through his endless tears, "I won't ever bring anything out in the field again without your permission! I promise!"

His bottom was a dark crimson red color before Jack put the hairbrush down. Owen cried uncontrollably for a good several minutes before Jack even gently pulled up his boxers. He guided him up off his lap and held Owen in his arms until his crying had subsided completely.

"I really am sorry Jack. I know it was risky and dangerous, I won't do it again."

"Good, that's very good to hear."

Jack pulled Owen off of him enough to look at him face to face. Owen looked into Jack's beautiful, kind blue eyes.

"Ready to go back to work?" Jack asked sweetly.

Owen wiped a few left over tears, "yes sir," he smiled meekly.

Jack returned the smile and kissed Owen on top of his head.

"Alright then, let's go."

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