Title: And Actions Speak Louder Than Words?
Author: Nevoreiel
Pairing: Arthur/Lancelot
Rating: R
Summary: For such a soft spoken commander, Arthur had a surprisingly heavy hand." [291 words]
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by Touchstone Pictures, etc.
Warning: Spanking.
Notes: Written for the Kink challenge at a "knights500".
For such a soft spoken commander, Arthur had a surprisingly heavy hand.
Lancelot had stood awkwardly in Arthur's doorway, unable to guess what this could be about, after all, he was as good a knight as the rest. And now, shamefaced, he lay across his knees like a naughty child.
He had flushed pink when Arthur mentioned Gawain and their first and last kiss. He did not think anyone had been watching and was mortified that it was Arthur who had glimpsed them. He was even more mortified when Arthur had asked him to pull down his trousers and lay across his lap.
Distraught, Lancelot had obliged. His face pressed into the bed and his legs dangling, he winced with each steady blow, tears staining the rough cloth beneath his cheek. He supposed he should be grateful that it was only Arthur's hand and not something worse.
Each slap of skin on skin burned, pushing him forward with the force of the strike.
He whimpered as the pain flared, but Arthur did not stop, the smacks coming rhythmically to redden his flesh a shade darker than it already was.
"Oooh, Arthur, I promise, I won't do it again," Lancelot sobbed out after a particularly stinging blow.
Lancelot waited for the hand to fall upon him once more, but it appeared that Arthur was done. Lancelot was let up and he quickly pulled up his trousers, wincing as the material grazed his tender flesh, face flushed as crimson as his backside.
Arthur smiled at him, hugged him like a brother, and kissed him like a lover, low and urgent, leaving Lancelot thoroughly confused. Though he was fairly certain that it would be a while before he could ride his horse without discomfort.
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