Someone's been naughty

Disclaimer: I don't own Tom or Dorian

Rated: R

Warning: Contains slash and a little bit of discipline and some bad language

Please read and review. Flames are gladly welcomed; I can take lots of flames.

############ Dorian's POV ###############

After I had fucked Tom, I went in search of Dr. Jekyll's vile. I probably shouldn't have left him alone in my room. Because when I came back, he had discovered my secret.

"Workin' for the other side, are ya?" he asked, holding up the camera and the vile of Mina's blood.

"You didn't really expect that I would go and just join The League out of the goodness of my heart, did you," I said, running my cane along his leg.

"No, I figured there must have been some kinda reason ya joined," he sighed.

"You aren't terribly disappointed in me, are you?" I asked, giving him my best pout.

"No, I should have suspected it anyway. I won't tell anyone."

"Good, in that case we have your behavior to discuss," I said, removing my coat.

"My behavior?"

"Yes, what you did was very naughty. I though I could trust you with my things," I scolded.

"You can, I just…"

"You just what?"

I moved in closer to him, I could smell the arousal on him. He was such a naughty thing.

"Are ya gonna punish me again?" he asked hopefully.

I just smiled and pointed to the bed. He obediently went over and laid down on it. I removed my jacket and picked up my brush, smacking it hard against my hand. Tom jumped just a little. My God how I enjoyed this. In reality I knew I should be the one getting spanked.

I pulled him over my knee and began to spank him. It felt a bit awkward, but we both enjoyed. Tom was the obedient submissive and I was the dominant master. He never cried or showed any sign of emotion when I punished him and it scared me a bit. I mean if I was in his position, I would be pissed. But he seemed to enjoy it.

He began to squirm and I knew I had to stop. I wasn't a cruel person, well, yes I am. But I didn't want the others to know what I had done to him; it would be so embarrassing for him. I laid him back down on my bed and smoothed back his hair.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Tom, why do you let me control you like that?" I asked.

He sighed and bit his lip.

"I'll tell you, but it's kinda embarrassing," he said.

"I won't laugh at you, silly boy."

"Alright, I'll tell you."

Please review so I can write more. If you don't review I'll sick Dorian and his brush on you. Also you are welcomed to give ideas on what Tom should say.