AN: I know. It's a sign of the apocalypse. I've posted three chapters in such short time. Don't run for the bomb shelters just yet. I'm just finally motivated to write again. I have a fun idea for another story (a Klaine/glee spanking fic) and I promised myself I wouldn't start it until I'd finished this. Ugh. I hate making promises to myself. Anyways, I don't own this. Else I'd be rich and why would I write if I was rich? I'd pay someone to do it for me.
Chapter 11
Hearing the footsteps come down the hall, House muted the TV. Chase walked in and gave House a small smile. Waving him over, Chase sat down next to House and snuggled in, keeping the weight off his sore bottom as much as he could.
Pressing a light kiss to Chase's lips and wrapping an arm around Chase, House asked quietly "How you doing?"
Ducking his head a bit, Chase looked up at House through his eyelashes. "My butt hurts" he pouted, giving a mock sniffle.
Stifling a smile, House moved his hand down to Chase's bottom and gave it a quick grope. "Good. It's supposed to."
Giving a quick glare at House, Chase then let out a small smile. "I know. It's okay. Just the one more right? Because I don't know how my butt is going to survive even that, let alone anything more."
Still keeping his hand on Chase's bum, House answered "Just the one. And you'll survive. I'd miss this butt too much to permanently ruin it." Giving a quick squeeze, House leered down at Chase.
Flushing at both the contact and the look, Chase snuggled his head into House's shoulder. Yawning a bit, Chase asked House what the plan was for dinner.
"I was just going to order in some pizza. Do you care what's on it?" House questioned as he pulled out his cell phone. As the phone began dialing, Chase requested some plain cheese slices. After repeating the order and adding in his own preferences, House hung up and looked down at Chase.
"It'll be here in about half an hour. Let's just watch some TV 'til then." Flicking the remote, he unmuted the show and the two men settled to watch whatever reality show was on.
All too soon, the doorbell rang and House was paying for the pizza. Bringing it in, the two ate while watching TV. After finishing off over half the pizza between them, House flicked off the TV.
"It's time for the last part of your punishment. I want you to stand in the corner and think of the dangers of drunk driving until you are ready to ask for your spanking. And Chase, I know that your butt is sore but this is going to hurt. It has to. I don't want you ever thinking of something like this again. Now go. Come out when you are ready."
Finishing his speech, House got up and put the leftovers away. When he came back, he saw Chase standing in the corner. Giving a quick nod at the sight, he went back to the couch and picked up a book and settled in for a wait.
Meanwhile, Chase stood in the corner and contemplated his fate. While he knew he deserved it, the last thing he wanted to do was ask for something that he knew was going to hurt. Especially when he was already in such pain. Deciding to wait a while in hopes of his butt healing some more, Chase settled in and leaned his head against the wall again.
Nearly an hour later, Chase's legs were getting sore and he was bored out of his mind. The corner he was standing in was plain and the only noise in the background was the occasional flick of a page being turned. Gathering as much courage as he could, Chase turned and walked to House.
Setting aside the book, House looked up. "Yes?" he questioned, knowing he was making it harder on Chase but determined that he was going to learn from this.
Hearing this, Chase's stomach plummeted as he realized he would really have to ask for it. "House, I-I'm ready for my, my spanking." Nearly whispering by the end of this, Chase's face was a bright red. Looking down, Chase made quick pleading glances up at House, hoping this would be enough to satisfy him.
It was not his lucky day. "And why do you need a spanking?" House questioned after steeling himself against Chase's looks, wanting to drill in the lesson and knowing the humiliation would help with that.
Chase closed his eyes and quickly stated in a small voice "I was going to try drive despite having been drinking and I know it was stupid so could you please give me a spanking?" Letting out a small whimper at the end of the sentence, Chase kept his gaze down.
Very proud of Chase and knowing how hard that had been for him, House grabbed Chase's hand and gave it a quick kiss. He then pulled him down over his knee. Adjusting him slightly more to the left, House pulled Chase's underwear down. He then put his right leg over Chase's ankles to hold him in place and prevent kicking.
"I'm proud of you for asking for this and for taking all of your punishment so well. This is going to be bad but after this, it's a clean slate." House placed his hand on Chase's tensed butt cheeks and gave them a slight rub. He then brought his hand up high and brought it down with a loud thwack on Chase's sit spot.
As House positioned him, Chase realized that this was going to be a bad spanking. Hearing House confirm it, Chase tensed up as much as he could while grabbing the cushion beneath him with both hands.
As the first spank landed, Chase jumped and let out a yelp. This swat was quickly followed by another and another, all landing in the same area with the same intensity. Managing to hold in his yelps after the first swat, Chase let out harsh gasps at each swat.
Quickly laying down multiple swats, House set the sit spot on fire, turning it a deep red within the first minute. Chase's feet were fluttering as he tried to kick but was unable to. He couldn't squirm at all and House just kept landing painful swats all in the same area.
Feeling trapped and with such a small sensitive spot on his butt on fire, Chase put his hand back to block that area from any more slaps. Taking this as a sign that he was getting through to Chase, House just grabbed his hand and pinned it to the small of his back before returning to the same area.
Chase, totally trapped now, started crying out with each spank. Before long he was begging House to stop or to move or to just do anything other than spank that one area. "Please House, ow ow oww, it hurts, oh no more, please, stop there, it hurts, on fire, please, so sorry, so so sorry, never again, oh please."
Hearing these pleas, House moved his hand down to Chase's thighs and gave them the same attention he'd just been giving the sit spot. Peppering down quick and hard, Chase's thighs quickly turned a brilliant hue of red. All the way from Chase's sit spot to halfway down to his knees was a vibrant shade of red.
Chase had stopped pleading when House moved to his thighs and was now just letting out loud sobs at the pain. Sure that he would never sit again, Chase had no choice but to just lay there and accept the pain.
Sensing that Chase was getting close to the end, House moved up to his neglected cheeks and started giving them the same treatment as the rest of his spanking area. Once his whole bottom was on fire, House stopped and laid his own hot hand down on Chase's burning sit spot.
Chase was still sobbing, taking in big gasps of breath. Only barely registering that the spanking had ceased, Chase slowly started to quiet down. After a few minutes, he was just letting out the occasional sob and the pressure from House's hand was starting to hurt.
Feeling that Chase had calmed down, House questioned "Are you ever going to try to drive drunk?"
Shaking his head and letting out a small "No sir" Chase let out a pained gasp as House brought his hand down in a loud smack on his sit spot.
"Are you ever going to drink that much because you are upset again?" House asked, holding his hand in place on the spot he had just smacked.
"N-no sir." Chase stuttered out before giving a whimper as another harsh smack came down.
"Are you ever going to not come to me when you have a problem?" House said, ready to finish this up.
"N-no sir, please." He pleaded, only to choke back a sob when House landed another painful swat.
"Good. I don't want to have to punish you for these reasons again." Stating this, House let out with a quick flurry of harsh swats, all landing on the same area, the same spot House had targeted for much of the spanking. Sobbing again, Chase just lay there, having no fight left in him.
Finishing up, House brought Chase up into a hug. Holding him as he calmed, House stroked Chase's hair and waited. When Chase stopped sobbing and was just occasionally tearing up, House gave him a quick kiss. "I'm glad this is over. Now how about we get ready for bed and lie down to talk for a while."
Giving a quick nod, Chase stood up. Groaning, he reached a hand back to feel his fiery bottom. Even that slight pressure hurt and Chase quickly brought his hand back to the front. Both men walked down the hall and got ready for bed.
Lying down, House spooned against Chase, feeling the burning bottom against his groin. Chase snuggled in closer and let out a soft sigh. "This might seem weird but thank you House. I-I can't believe I'm saying this but I've been missing having spankings and discipline." Blushing once again, Chase turned around to face House, letting out a hiss as his butt hit the bed. Looking House in the eyes, Chase gave him a quick kiss on the lips before snuggling in again.
Deciding not to respond to that for fear of embarrassing Chase, House just asked, "So what was with calling me sir?" After a round of blushing and stutters, Chase began talking about his life in the seminary and before either realized it, the two were discussing their pasts and their dreams long into the night.
