Summary: Following orders always reminded Ianto of Torchwood 1. Occasionally, Jack has to remind him that he isn't like Yvonne Hartman. Five times Jack Harkness punished Ianto Jones and one time he didn't.

Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to RTD and the BBC. And yes, that rhymes.

Warning: spoilers for 2x02 "Sleeper". Also, while the previous chapters dealt with a more 'official' type of punishment, this one revolves about Jack and Ianto's relationship and is consensual. If that makes sense. Feel free to skip this chapter if it isn't your thing.

Orders Disobeyed

Fourth Time

The others had already gone home. Owen had taken Beth's body down to the morgue, but Jack had told him that the autopsy could wait until tomorrow. The hub was eerily quiet. Ianto liked the idea that it was just Jack and him now. Ever since Jack had gotten back from his trip with The Doctor, they had either spent the night together at the hub or at Ianto's apartment. Their evenings were almost domestic on occasion. But right now, domesticity was about the furthest thing from both their minds.

At the moment, Ianto was sitting on a metal chair in the interrogation room. It was the same chair Beth had sat in while Jack and Gwen were questioning her that afternoon. The metal felt cold beneath his skin. He turned his head experimentally from side to side, but Jack had blindfolded him with the black and pink tie he'd been wearing that day. He couldn't see a thing. He shifted slightly on the chair. It was cold, but Jack had been very insistent when he told Ianto to strip back in his office. Ianto had obeyed, of course, and Jack had led him blindfolded to this room, handcuffing Ianto's arms behind him as he sat him down on the chair. Ianto was completely vulnerable.

He knew that Jack was still somewhere in the room, but as long as the older man wasn't making any noise, Ianto had no way of knowing where he was positioned. Suddenly, he heard Jack's voice coming from behind his left shoulder.

"You've been challenging me all day, Mr Jones," Jack purred in his ear and Ianto shivered involuntarily. "First by criticizing my interrogation techniques." He started circling around him. "Apparently, I don't frighten you." His voice was suddenly so close that Ianto leant back against the metal back of the chair. He felt Jack's breath on his face. "Is that still true?"

Ianto swallowed. His throat was very dry. "No, sir."

"Good." Jack moved in front of him again. "Then, you questioned my orders regarding the mind probe. You mimicked someone sitting in an electric chair. I'm not used to unprofessionalism from you."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"O, you will be," Jack whispered, moving closer. He grabbed Ianto's hair and pulled his head up. "And finally, you took the liberty of discussing my manners in bed with Gwen. In front of the team and our prisoner. You called them atrocious. I think punishment is in order for that."

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Tonight, it's going to be just us and this room. For as long as it takes."

Ianto felt a thrill of anticipation run through his whole body. Punishment had seldom sounded so appealing.

TBC

A/N: It's a bit short, I know. And a bit different from the other chapters. Hope you still liked it. The next one will be longer, I promise.