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Chapter 2: We told you not to do it
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Summary: Lucifer didn't listen and Chloe is not too happy with her devil. He has earned his first real punishment.
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Notes: Thanks to all the nice reviewers. Constructive critique is always welcome.
I hope you all enjoy this new chapter.
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Punishing the murderer in the interrogation room by showing him a glimpse of the hell that awaited him felt sweet. He deserved to know the fear his victims had felt before he had killed them, and Lucifer was perfectly satisfied as the man was reduced to a quivering and crying mess on the floor.
Being grabbed by his upper arm otherwise came unexpected.
"Detective?" he asked confused as she pulled him from the room. He was dragged down the hall and pushed through the next door.
"Stay here! Do not leave this room!" He took a surprised step back as she closed the door in front of him forcefully. He huffed and went to straighten his suit in front of the mirror wall.
Two police officers were already trying to get the totally freaked out suspect out of the corner of the room. He was still screaming for the devil not to hurt him.
"You," he yelled as Chloe entered the room again. He scrambled to his knees. "You sent the devil away. Mercy, mercy." He tried to grab her foot with his handcuffed wrists. "You must be great... greater..." he pleaded with his head nearly on the floor arms outstretched. His words were muffled as the officers threw themselves on him, pinning him to the floor and re-cuffing him with his hands on the back.
"Thank you, thank you," the man mumbled as he was led from the room.
"You're welcome," Chloe mumbled embarrassed as the officers looked at her funny. Another one Lucifer had send to the asylum. This had to stop now, before one of the judges got suspicious why they couldn't send another murderer to jail. There were only so many psychiatric wards for permanent residences. And two cases with the same psychosis would surely raise some red flags.
Lucifer was leaning against the far wall smoking as she came back into his room.
"You can't smoke in here," she scolded surprised rushing over and taking the cigarette from his fingers.
"You left me in here for who knows how long," he protested as she stubbed out the cigarette on the metal table.
She shook her head at his stubbornness. "I've been gone for five minutes and you couldn't behave that long. Sit down."
He bristled at the comment but sat down nonetheless. Chloe went back out to dispose of the cigarette and to get a wet wipe for the table. She couldn't do anything about the smell but that could be pinned on anyone.
She wiped the table down quickly, giving him a dirty look and his posture changed from snotty and arrogant to a bit more subdued. He knew that she disapproved. She threw the wet paper towel into the little bin by the door.
"Lucifer, how many times have I told you not to speak to the suspects alone?" she asked outwardly calm.
"Twice, since that day."
She nodded. 'That day' being the day Lucifer was brought into their house.
"And how often did Dan tell you?" He took a moment to think back.
"Seven times."
"Seven?" she asked surprised, "We didn't even solve so many cases."
"He repeated it several times," Lucifer explained.
"And after nine times you still thought it was okay to go in there and scare that man to death?" Her profession had taught her to keep her voice level but internally she was shaking Lucifer upside down until some common sense fell out.
"He was guilty of killing three people, and for what? Just because it was convenient," Lucifer spat getting wrathful again.
"And he would have gone to jail for that."
"That is not enough," he yelled, denting the table with a fist and flipping the once bolted down table to the side.
He seemed to be as surprised at his outburst as her. Chloe recovered from her shock first.
"Go stand in the corner," she commanded pointing at the empty side of the room.
"What?" he flustered, "Why?"
"To calm your temper and to think about what you just did."
"I know what I just did," he yelled getting up angrily and towering over her from five feet away.
"And now you're yelling at me," she scolded back, blocking the straight way to the exit. "Corner now."
He slumped his stance. He never wanted to yell at the detective, that was just not done. He saw as her lips thinned further and turned around walking to his designated corner. He came to stand about an arm-length away from it looking down and fiddling with the hem of his jacket. Chloe exhaled relieved when Lucifer obeyed but realised that he probably never had to stand in a corner and didn't know what to do there. She walked over and gently guided him to take another step closer.
"Clasp your hands behind your back and place your forehead on the wall, Lucifer," she explained softly. She wasn't angry at him, she was just angry at what he did, she reminded herself. He followed her instructions carefully.
"No talking. I want you to think about why you shouldn't mentally destroy people and about what would happen when judges or the doctors at the wards got suspicious. We don't want that kind of attention, do we?"
He shook his head slightly, following her instruction of no talking.
"Five minutes," she announced his sentence, "starting now."
She stepped back giving him the space to think in peace about his actions. She walked around the room, lifting the second chair quietly and looking at the upside down table. That had to be replaced. There was a big dent in the middle and the angles, that had once been bolted to the floor, where ripped off.
"Have you calmed down?" Chloe asked after the allotted five minutes and he turned around.
"Yes Detective."
"We've talked about consequences and I know you have tested the limits these last weeks carefully, but today you crossed a line," she told him in a no-nonsense voice. "You're getting a spanking as soon as we're home tonight."
He opened his mouth as if to protest but changed his mind and looked to the floor chagrined instead.
"Have that fixed here. I'll finish my report."
"Yes Detective." He waited until she had left the room before moving out of his corner and scrolling through his phone to find someone to deliver a new table.
He sat down on one of the chairs to wait after placing his express order. Waiting for them seemed to take forever so he ripped off the legs of the damaged table bored when he incautiously cut his hand on a sharp corner. He cursed surprised, pressing his handkerchief on the wound to stem the blood flow. Bloody inconvenient lack of invincibility.
He hesitated. Should he go tell Chloe or just leave to rinse it off? At least he couldn't get an infection. He stayed where he was, hoping it would start to clot soon.
When two delivery guys walked into the precinct with a table Chloe waved them over and showed them to the room. She was surprised to find Lucifer still sitting there on the side holding his hand in a bloody handkerchief.
"What happened," she asked concerned going to one knee in front of him and taking his hand carefully in hers. She removed the makeshift dressing and looked at the cut. Luckily it had mostly stopped bleeding. He didn't answer, too surprised to have her suddenly kneeling in front of him and concerned for his well-being.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged. It had stopped on his own and would heal soon enough. She lifted his head to make him look her in the eyes.
"Always come find me when you are hurt, okay?" she whispered as the delivery guys rummaged behind her with the new table.
"You were angry with me."
He was going to melt her heart into a gooey puddle one day with his innocently sweet utterances. She kissed his cheek, ignoring the other men in the room and her own rule of no public display of affection at work.
"Come on. We'll get that cleaned."
She had kissed him. She didn't even kiss Dan at work. The closest she ever allowed was a hand on her shoulder or back. He let her lead the way to the first aid kit still in a daze.
"Sit down there," she said pointing to a chair as she put the kit on the table. "So how did this happen?" she asked again.
"I was uncareful with one of the table legs. I ripped them off for easier transport." She sprayed the area with disinfectant and dabbed the blood away with a swab until it looked clean enough.
"For easier transport or because you were frustrated?" She looked up for a second and caught him in his half truth.
"Both, I guess," he admitted a bit sheepish and looked on fascinated as she bandaged the wound as gentle as his brother Raphael would have been once.
"Lucifer, I never want you hurt. And I will always help you no matter how angry I am, you hear me?" she asked as she finished.
"But you're still going to punish me," he said resigned to his fate.
The officer walking by faltered for a second.
"Hey Bob," Chloe called him over. Bob was one of the older guard just waiting for his pension. "Would you have an eye on the repair guys, please. We're getting a new table in the second room. Just put the bill on my desk."
"Sure, Decker." He shrugged. "Good job on that case. You're always getting the crazy ones, aren't you?" Lucifer flinched at that and Chloe put a calming hand on his shoulder still looking at the officer.
She rolled her eyes. "It's a pain in the ass, let me tell you."
He nodded and walked off.
She nipped Lucifer's ear grinning at her pun and he accepted her humour with good grace.
"Would you like to swing by the penthouse, get some fresh clothes and some super healing done before coming home? I still have that report to finish and I haven't heard back from Dan, yet."
"You're not going to wait for him to be home for... you know?"
"Of course not. I'll be home in an hour, off you go."
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As soon as Chloe saw Lucifer sitting on the couch upon coming home she was walking over and checking for his wound. She found nothing but a patch of freshly healed skin and some dried blood when she removed the dressing.
"Good as new," he said cheerfully taking the bandages from her hand to dispose of and washed his hands in the kitchen sink to get rid of the blood.
"So...?" He remained standing in the kitchen wringing his hands with the towel nervously. "Where do you want me?" He looked around unsure. "The more dominant usually request the St. Andrew's Cross but you don't have one. I could bend over a chair or the couch. Will you want me to be tied down?" he rambled on and Chloe was once again reminded that he had a very colourful past. She blushed imagining him in those positions but that was not where this was going to go. This was not a fun spanking. This was punishment and it would hurt. She wasn't sure he had grasped that aspect fully, yet and understood the difference.
"Come here for a second, would you? We're going to talk about this for a moment." He stopped himself from saying more and dropped the towel back on the counter. Chloe moved a bit on the couch and he took the free space.
She took his hand in hers, confirming once again that it was unblemished. "Lucifer," she started, "I do not enjoy punishing you. I don't want to see you in pain or see you suffer. But I feel that you need some consequences for your actions." He looked at her first baffled and then ashamed at her words.
"This is not some game to play with your... lovers," she stumbled trying to find the right word to describe his play partners, "Today you did something very wrong when you scared that man out of his mind. Can you tell me why that was wrong?" She looked at him expectantly and he swallowed. So that's why she had him stand in the corner. He still felt ill prepared for this quiz.
"Because he's not going to jail now to be punished?"
"Yes, that's one point. Even though psych ward is hardly any better than jail, but go on."
"And judges and doctors could get suspicious. You might get in trouble."
"Yes, that's what I said. Point made by Bobby. Anything else?"
He looked at her clueless.
"Today you made yourself judge and executioner in one. You said King of Hell was just a job title, but today you acted on it for your own personal vengeance."
"My apologies, Detective," he offered ashamed.
"It's Chloe," she corrected.
"I'm sorry, Chloe."
She nodded accepting and got up from the couch. Neither of them could get out of this now. She had promised a spanking and he was expecting her to follow through or he might never trust her word again. Lucifer followed her up the stairs into her bedroom. He could feel his innards twist nervously as he stepped over the threshold. She was going to beat him now and he mustn't protest or try to avoid it. He remembered the four slaps he received the other day and his pitiful reaction. She wouldn't stop at four now. He couldn't even pretend that it was a fun spanking as he knew he deserved to be punished and it would hurt.
Chloe saw his mannerism change before her eyes. Gone was his confidence, his breath had quickened, his left hand was trembling and he stood like frozen in the room. This was going to be his first real punishment and she took pity on him for being worried about it.
"Would you like me to hold you for a bit?" she offered and he nodded relieved. She dropped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed coming to sit with a pillow behind her back and leaning against the headboard. She patted the spot next to her and he went there eagerly. She allowed him to lean his head on her stomach and he snuggled close, holding on for dear life. Chloe combed through his hair and she rubbed his back, but nothing seemed to calm Lucifer down now. Maybe it was a mistake to give him the time to get so worked up over it, she wasn't about to whip him into shape. But maybe he was just a bit more sensitive as he never had to feel any pain before.
"It's time we get this done with, Lucifer," she decided and he visible flinched at that.
"Please don't, I'm sorry, please don't hit me." She hated herself for having reduced this proud man to this begging mess, but this needed to be done. And it had to happen now. Poor dear didn't even know, that she wouldn't hit him as he was probably expecting, having his only experience from his sex parties.
"Please pull your trousers down and lay yourself over my lap now," she told him. "You're getting a spanking and there is no way around it."
He crawled up to all fours visibly upset and undid his belt and trousers, pushing them just halfway down his bottom and getting himself in the ordered position. Chloe shook her head slightly amused at his desperate try to keep his trousers up and yanked them down to his knees. He whimpered surprised and grabbed onto the sheets in front of him, burying his face in them.
She pulled his shirt up and didn't waste any time delivering the first smack to his now unprotected bottom. It wasn't very hard, just enough to sting a bit, but there were going to be plenty more to get this bum smarting soon enough.
She found a rhythm after the first few slaps and it didn't take him long to start gasping little owws and awws. Another minute later he began to wriggle somewhat distraught. Chloe stopped for a second using both arms to pull him back into position and kept one arm over his hip from then on. The next slap was a bit harsher and he gasped in shock.
"Please no... no more," he pleaded with her. She ignored him with a heavy heart and kept on slapping. They were nowhere near done. His bottom had just turned an even shade of a rosy blush when he suddenly reached back with one hand, shielding his bum. Chloe stopped her arm mid fall having not expected that.
"Lucifer, No!" she scolded. That was the sternest voice he had heard in a very long time and he obeyed instantly. His hand was back in front faster than humanly possible. She spanked the same spot thrice in a row and he howled into his sheets in despair.
"I'm sorry," he whined. He would never try that again. "Please."
She kept on spanking, delivering the last two rounds with a little heavier smacks while he sobbed his heart out. Chloe wondered how much worse he reacted to what she would still consider a mild spanking.
"All done now," Chloe declared finally and he sobbed relieved. His bum was smarting horrible. He would never dare step a foot out of line if that was the result. Chloe kept rubbing his back avoiding the scars he didn't like to have touched. She was quite satisfied with her work even when her hand stung a bit as well. His bottom was still rosy red with two slightly pink blotches at his sit spots, nothing too bad for his first spanking, but he had never endured anything like that before. She was being hopeful that it would deter him from insubordination at work from now on.
"Would you like to come up for a cuddle now?" Chloe asked and he looked over his shoulder at her surprised.
"I still get cuddles?"
"Of course," she said opening her arms and had her hands full of a very glad devil a second later. Lucifer held on tighter than was really comfortable and she patted his head awkwardly.
He loosened his grip at once, mumbling, "Sorry," into her shirt.
"It's all right. I'm glad that's over as well." She combed her fingers through his hair and would have sworn she heard him purr at that. "You like that, hmm?" she asked and he snuggled his head deeper into her stomach in confirmation and relaxed. She kept on combing through his hair, kneaded his neck and rubbed his back up and down in endless circles until she felt his breath even out and he was asleep still holding on to her in a desperate grip.
Finding another man butt naked in bed with your wife would send other men into blinding rage or gruelling despair; after the last few weeks Dan just lifted an eyebrow. It helped a lot that his wife was still fully clothed underneath and Lucifer was sleeping peacefully, even when his bum on display was looking well spanked.
"What did he do?" Dan asked in a low voice as he stored his gun in his bedside table.
"He sent our suspect to the psychiatric ward." Dan rolled his eyes, a habit he had picked up from his wife, and groaned.
"How often did we tell him...?"
"Nine times in total," Chloe said looking lovingly down at her devil. "How about dinner?"
"I want my kiss first," he said and then went around the bed to let her kiss him.
"I'll be down in a minute," she told him trying to figure out a way to untangle from Lucifer without waking him.
It was a loosing game. He held on tight as she tried to move his arm to wriggle out from under him and then woke up to look at her charily.
"It's time to make dinner," she said caressing his cheek once more and he closed his eyes again. She chuckled, "You need to let me get up." He held on tight for another second before he shoved himself backwards on the bed and sadly let her get up.
"Dan is home. You can stay a bit longer," she said getting back into her shoes.
He grumbled, "Let Dan make dinner."
Chloe nipped his ear gently and he buried his head in the pillows. "Be nice," she told him but he hardly listened as he was taking a deep breath of her scent. He already missed her as she went downstairs.
He turned around to get up and yelped surprised when his butt smarted anew. Even pulling his pants up hurt. Bloody hell. How was he ever supposed to sit down again? He got rid of trousers and pants and snuck into his room butt naked. There were no comfortable trousers other than his pyjama bottoms. Well, he wasn't going to walk around dressed half and half.
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"Look who's ready for bed," Dan joked as Lucifer came into view and got a warning smack from Chloe.
"Be nice."
"I'm always nice," he said stealing a kiss and grabbing a cushion from the couch to put on one of the chairs at the dining table. Lucifer remained standing for now and walked over to the kitchen counter. Chloe poured him a glass of apple juice from the fridge and went back to the chicken pieces in the pan. At least he could pretend that he was holding whiskey, he thought woefully, taking a gulp.
Dan popped the leftover rice from yesterday's dinner into the microwave and put the sauce bottles on the table.
He took a look at the way Lucifer was standing at the counter and shook his head fondly as he caught him rubbing his bum soothingly. "Do we still have arnica?" he asked Chloe and she looked right at the devil, who once again tried to rub the heat out of his cheeks and was clueless about what they were talking about. She raised an eyebrow at Dan's mellow side.
"There should be," she answered, "Lucifer, go with Dan." He looked at her surprised but put his glass down and followed obediently. Lucifer froze when Dan led him to his bedroom. Was he going to be punished again? Was it not enough? But Dan came out a moment later handing him a small container of arnica cream.
"What is it?" Lucifer asked perplexed having never dealt with any kind of medication before, drugs not included.
"Arnica cream... Ohh," Dan sighed as he realised Lucifer's quandary. He grabbed his arm and pulled him into the bathroom. Dan opened the lid and dipped his finger into the gel, getting a minimal amount on the tip.
"Rub that on your butt, not too much, just like this," he explained, demonstrating the needed amount on his arm. "It will take out the sting."
Lucifer was baffled as Dan handed him the cream back and hurriedly left. He couldn't understand why they would want to ease his pain, when Chloe was the one to inflict it in the first place, but right now he would count his blessings and make good use of them. And what a blessing that was. He sighed as the cool gel did it's magic as he spread it out over his burning cheeks. It might even be worth to invest in the company to always have a supply at hand. He stepped out of his pyjama bottoms to give the cream some time to be absorbed without ruining the silk. Having stored the container with his things in the bathroom he had another look in the mirror. His bum felt so much worse than the first time, but it was only slightly pink all over from the top to his upper legs. Well, more like rosy by now but he was sure it must have been flaming red at some point for all the pain it still caused. Maze would be laughing her ass off if she could see him now whining over a simple hand spanking. He watched mesmerised as his fingers formed white marks that turned back to the pinkish blush when he moved them, but he only tested that once as it stung real mean. He retied his pyjamas and washed his hands before going back down. Dinner should be about ready by now.
Sitting down was still uncomfortable but he made it through dinner without too much fidgeting. Lucifer watched Dan impatiently as he cleaned his plate of the sauce with the last piece of chicken and jumped out of his chair as soon as the last bite was eaten to clear the table. Chloe winked at Dan over the table and he sipped his water to hide his smile. Their devil was adorable.