Title: Choices, Actions, and Consequences
Summary: Captain Levi Ackerman has a decision to make about who he is going to choose to be his right hand from now on. His ward, Himitsu, applied for the position. What will happen when he chooses someone over her?
General Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titans. I do not own Levi Ackerman. I am not making money off of this story. The only character I own is Himitsu because I created her.
Warnings: M/F nonconsensual spanking and profanity
Notes: I haven't seen Attack on Titan yet, but I had this idea in my head for a while now ever since learning about Levi from YouTube videos, and I wanted to write this before I forget the idea. I'm trying to write his character as best I can, and I hope I do a good job. I really hope you all like this.
In this story, Levi took Himitsu under his wing when he found her orphaned at the young age of nine during a Titan attack. He unofficially adopted her and gave her a position in his squadron to keep an eye on her. He learned more about her and watched her grow up into a beautiful, bright, and intelligent young lady, and he is very proud of her even if he doesn't like to show it.
Levi is thirty years old in this story.
Notes about Himitsu:
Full Name: Himitsu Akumu
Name means "Secret Nightmare" (Himitsu pronunciation: "he-me-tsoo," means "secret;" Akuma pronunciation: "ah-koo-moo," means "nightmare")
Age: Nineteen
She knocked on Captain Levi's office door with a shaking hand, shaking not because he intimidates her, well…yes, he does intimidate her, but that's not the cause of her current tremors. She is hateful and full of absolute rage and it is all directed at one person: Captain fucking Levi Ackerman.
"Come in," he answers with his usually bored voice. Anger fills her even more upon hearing him speak.
She enters and slams the door behind her, not caring that her actions are considered childish. Levi immediately shifts his eyes from the paper work in front of him as he sits at his desk over to the stomping nineteen-year-old as she approaches him.
"Himitsu, what did you want to speak with me about?"
She stops right in front of him and slams her palms down on the edge of his desk. He's so nonchalant, she could just punch him right in his stupid face!
"You arrogant ass! You chose that dunce to be your right hand over me? Me?! I excelled in every single part of the test. Physical endurance, emotional endurance, mental endurance, fighting, weaponry. You name it, I passed it with a 100%. I have an IQ higher than the entire squadron combined. I have worked for you for years and proven my loyalty to you time and time again. I obey your orders without any backtalk or slight hesitation. You tell me to jump, I don't even ask "how high?" I just jump. I am strategic, loyal, obedient, and I have more compassion towards everyone than the dunce you fucking picked!" She slams her knuckles down on the desk's surface. The pain in doesn't register as she is too heated to notice.
A surprised expression overcomes Levi's composed features. He thought she was going to break his desk in half with that punch. His shock quickly vanishes, and he resumes a calm and collected expression.
Himitsu continues, "Either this is a bad joke, or you can't see what's in front of you. Although, how could you with how short you are? What? Was something blocking your view? A nightstand perhaps? You're just as much of a fucking idiot as the guy you chose."
She knew it was a low blow to make fun of his height. He couldn't help being as tall as he is. Her vulgar and hateful words stop tumbling out of her mouth. Now that she's done, she doesn't want to give him a chance to respond, so she turns and goes to leave.
"Himitsu," is all he says. It's all he has to say. She couldn't have possibly thought she could storm in there like a hurricane, spit words of venom at his face, and then leave without any consequences or even the last word that doesn't end with "yes, sir."
She has now realized how much she fucked up, and she is dreading her fate. She stops walking towards the door. She made it half way across the room, but now she turns on the spot to face him again.
Himitsu tries to muster as much courage as she can now that her pent-up rage is gone and reality is sinking in. "Yes, sir?"
"You presume too much, and you lack respect. Where did your discipline go?"
His question confuses her. She doesn't understand his last sentence. Where did my discipline go? she asks herself, trying to come up with a response.
"Come here, Himitsu, now."
She obeys his order without any hesitation. She has never disobeyed a command of his before, and she certainly would not start now. She stands before him at his desk for a second time. She remains firm and makes herself stand still, remembering how many times Levi has slapped her hands or thighs as he instructed that she quit fidgeting. She tries not to ponder on those embarrassing memories for too long. Himitsu opens her mouth to say something, but Levi beats her to it.
"No, I think I've heard enough from you for the time being."
That was fair. She couldn't blame him for that.
Levi looks over her, inspecting her appearance and posture before getting up from his chair and rounding his desk to stand beside her.
Those eyes, those dull gray eyes of his, always silently judging, always watching like a hawk. He trains his gaze on her as he looks up at his subordinate. It causes her to shift on her feet slightly, and she damns herself for not staying still.
Levi scoffs at her and kicks the back of her left knee, causing it to buckle. She shouts as she feels his hand press down on her lower back so that she falls directly onto his desktop. She lets out a groan as the hard surface digs into her hips. She looks back at him over her shoulder, only to see him doing something that she hasn't seen in years. It's been so long, a memory completely forgotten until now.
She watches him remove a wicked-looking leather strap from a nearby drawer. He sets the implement down on the desk right next to her so that she can linger on it and think about it as he snakes his hands underneath her to undo the buckles of her harness.
She writhes around and tries kicking her legs from her current position in a futile attempt to escape. "No, Levi!"
"Right now, the only thing you should be calling me is either 'Captain,' 'Captain Ackerman,' or 'sir,' you little brat."
He tugs, yanks, and jerks at the straps of her leather harness this way and that way. It causes her body to unwillingly move side to side, back and forth. She hates the feeling of being manhandled by him so roughly. It causes her face, ears, and neck to heat up with mortification because it feels so utterly degrading. It makes her feel like a naughty child having an adult grab their hand and walk them home due to misbehaving. In a sense, she had been acting like a misbehaving child, but that doesn't mean she wants to admit it. Levi has a perfectly good reason for doing this; she just hates it so much. The more he aggressively pulls at her harness, the more he shoves her, the more she wants to drink bleach just to get out of this situation.
"Levi, quit jerking me around!" Himitsu finally blurts out, not exactly thinking about her words. Although, that's what landed her here in the first place.
He gives her a smarting swat to the seat of her pants for that demand. "Apparently, you weren't listening earlier, so I'll only repeat myself once." He brings his hand back down on her shapely ass, and she squeals but is glad for the protection that her pants offer. "It's 'Captain,' 'Captain Ackerman,' or 'sir.'" He accompanies every word with an astounding wallop to her curve.
With her buckles undone, he removes the rest of her harness, letting it drop to the floor. He undoes her tight black pants as well and yanks them down to her ankles. Her face becomes deeper than scarlet, her cheeks more intense than cherries, as he finishes baring her bottom by pulling down her underwear. He wants everything out of the way because when Captain Ackerman disciplines someone, he prefers to dole out the punishment on bare skin.
She internally groans with her predicament. She hates this, but she knows she only has herself to blame. After all of the help that he has given her, and this is how she repays him. He never once made her feel like a burden after taking her under his wing. He has never once told her during a punishment or scolding, "This is how you repay me after all I've done for you?" She is so thankful for him and his kindness. She doesn't know where she would be without him.
Himitsu watches him pick up the strap, and she can't help but try to escape again. He keeps a firm hand pressed against her back. Pinned down with nowhere to go, she is forced to wait for the oncoming strike. The anticipation of not knowing when the leather will come into contact with her derriere flusters her; it causes anxiety to radiate throughout her chest. She fidgets even more now, not even caring to hold still.
The first strike leaves a red-hot mark across her bottom, which momentarily jiggles due to the impact. She bites down on her lower lip to keep from squealing. She always wants to show everyone how strong she is, how much pain doesn't affect her, but Levi knows better. He knows it will only take a certain amount of time to get through to her.
"I didn't think we'd ever have to do this again, Himitsu. You've always been good and obedient, loyal and honest. You're a good fighter and an even greater person, but you came in here with a lack of discipline and respect. I can't and won't tolerate that." He brings the strap down a second time. "Do you think you're better qualified than I am? Do you think you have the right to tell me that I don't make good decisions for my squadron?" He lashes her four more times.
"No, sir, of course not!" She didn't mean for that to come out as a shout, but the relentless pain of the whipping has started to cloud her resolve to remain quiet. She bites her lip even harder to prevent any noise from sneaking past her lips. She will show Levi that she is strong and can take her punishment well.
Painful, hurting…those words cross over her mind repeatedly. She was filled with pain and hurt when word reached her about who was picked to be Captain Ackerman's new right hand. She wanted to tear a wall in half with how hurt she was. Now, the pain is coming to her physically; what's worse is that it is starting to take a toll on her emotionally.
"Well, your actions speak volumes, Himitsu. With the way you spoke to me earlier, it sounded like you didn't have one single fuck that I'm your superior. When you speak to me, you do it with respect. There are so many other ways you could have voiced your opinions to me. I thought you knew better than to throw a tantrum because you didn't get your way."
Her ears perk up upon hearing his last few words. Anger tries to win over again at his accusation. She twists in order to look back at him, to size him up with a glare that only made her look like a mad puppy. "It wasn't a tantrum!"
"Face front, young lady," he says in a stern manner.
What could she expect from her strict leader? Although, despite his order and wanting to follow it, she feels the strong urge to argue about how her actions were not equivalent to a childish tantrum because she wasn't chosen.
He returns her glare and briefly pauses her spanking in order to grab her by the back of the neck and force her to face the desk's surface.
"If you keep fighting me and disobeying, then I'll have to add extras at the end. Is that understood?"
Momentarily forgetting her place due to the pain, her only response is a dry "yeah," but that doesn't satisfy Levi. The next lick she feels makes her inwardly scream.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, sir! I understand, sir."
Himitsu squeezes her eyes closed, trying to do anything to refrain from showing any type of reaction in this humiliating position. She folds her arms in front of her, trying to hide her inflamed face from her captain. What she doesn't realize is that she can't hide from him nor can she fool him. Levi regards her with one glance, slightly smirking at her; not out of joy but because of the fact that she thinks he doesn't know what she's doing. To an outsider, it may seem like she is tired of holding her head up and wants to give her neck a break. However, Levi, who knows her better than she knows the back of her own hand, sees that she is clearly trying to close herself off and distance herself from him. She is trying to force a wall to keep her emotions behind, hoping that Levi doesn't see through her, but he does. Those hawk-like eyes of his see everything.
The strap forcefully crashes against her bottom like a harsh wave against a lighthouse during a storm, and a thick yip almost slips from her mouth. Still managing to hold onto her pride with a vice-like grip, she finds it too embarrassing to whimper. Her frustration grows as the fight has not left her either. She resents being completely at his mercy like this, pinned down and steadily being whipped. She wipes the sweat from her forehead, thankful that she's not wiping away her tears…yet.
The burning in her rear, which felt like a bad sunburn before, worsens to a scalding inferno. Levi works over her hide, causing it to become ruby red. Himitsu is still trying to keep control over herself by remaining quiet, determined not to caterwaul in front of her captain. She has been trying to keep still as well, but every now and then her hips will wriggle, her feet will kick, and she'll even struggle to get out from under the hand on her back.
With a god-like strength, Himitsu feels like he's smiting her keister as he intensifies the force behind the blows. The vigorous thrashing proceeds to raise even more welts on her cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs. He is thorough in his work and does not leave one inch unscathed.
Feeling like she is going to reach a breaking point at any moment now, she leans onto one forearm and blindly throws her free hand back in an attempt to protect her sore bum. Her chest heaves with gasping breaths heavily as if she has been holding it…because she, stupidly, has been trying to hold her breath in order to keep herself from howling. "Captain, please, it really hurts! I understand my actions were wrong. I shouldn't-" she has to stop to take another deep breath. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have insulted you or questioned your judgement. It was wrong of me to do so. I understand that now. Just, please, stop!" She begs him to cease her punishment, not being able to withstand her spanking anymore.
All she hears is a sigh come from the older man. Levi hates having to do this to her just as much as she loathes being on the receiving end. He reminds himself that he can't stop now because stopping now would only cause her to carry around her anger that she showed him earlier. Levi couldn't do that to her. He has to push her and make sure she truly learns, so without saying anything in return, he resumes the wordless lesson, the strap saying everything for him. A shrill cry leaps past her lips as the hellish instrument lands on her mid-thigh.
"I'm going to keep spanking your thighs until you move your hand." He doesn't give her a chance to retort as he carries out his promise.
Having no other choice in the matter, Himitsu puts her hand back in front of her. She clambers against the desk, pushing up, kicking her legs as best she can. Forget how humiliating this is, she can't stand the pain any longer. She doesn't want to become a bawling baby in front of him, and she's afraid of being reduced to exactly that. Her attempts at freedom are in vain however, and she groans at the thought of being a blubbering mess, leaving puddles of tears as evidence of what took place in Captain Ackerman's office.
Levi applies even more pressure to her lower back to keep her in place as he straps Himitsu with great effort in order to get the message through to her. "Did you ever stop to think why I made him my right hand? It's because they're put in the most dangerous position, and I can't afford to lose you."
Suddenly, she stops struggling against Levi. The realization of his words causes a tear to finally slip past her lashes. Not being able to take her licks silently anymore, she wails in both guilt and pain. After all he's done for her, she spoke to him with unrestrained fury and even stooped so low as to make fun of his height. She releases every ounce of emotion inside of her with her sobbing.
It's about time, Levi thinks. He sets the strap down on the desk and slightly rubs Himitsu's back to comfort her. He waits until her crying subsides before helping her stand up. She holds onto his hand to steady herself. Finally getting her breathing under a bit of control, she puts a hand back to rub her battered bottom, something she shouldn't have attempted. She immediately regrets it and whines because of the intensified discomfort. She doesn't bother swiping at her falling tears because she knows it won't do anything to stop them.
Levi gives her a few moments to adjust her clothes, waiting as she hisses and whines while she fixes her pants and underwear. When she reaches for the harness on the floor, he tells her to leave it for the time being.
When she has finally calmed down enough to talk, she looks at Levi with a set of puppy dog eyes. He puts a hand on her shoulder. "Did you learn your lesson, Himitsu?"
"I did. I'm so sorry, sir," she sniffles.
Levi can't help but comfort her in her distress, so he pulls her in for a hug. She gladly accepts and wraps her arms around her guardian.
THE END