You want a smack? Chapter 5, a torchwood fanfic

Jack's hand feels warm and strong as he glides it over my naked arse cheeks. I wonder if I'm red from the two slaps that he's already given me and that is what he's caressing gently now?

I keep my eyes open waiting patiently for the eight extra spanks that he's promised me.

It feels like time has slowed down as I'm waiting to feel what he does next.

Smack.

I knew it was coming, but I wasn't prepared quite how it would feel to have his hand hitting my bare arse. It stings, but it's also oddly arousing at the same time. I don't know how I feel about it.

Smack.

That's four. I've got six more to go. I wonder if I'll be able to sit down after this or whether it'll hurt and ache.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Three short quick slaps in succession. Three more to go. I brace myself as I wait for them.

I can feel his fingers gliding over my arse and I'm sure he's outlining the mark that he's made with his hand. I wonder how red it actually is.

His fingers slip down lower toward my arsehole. No. No, please don't go there. His thumb grazes over the puckered opening and I clench my cheeks tight.

"You don't like that, Ianto?"

"I've just never ..." God, this is embarrassing.

"You've never had someone stick a finger up your arse before?"

Jesus. "No."

"A cock? Have you been fucked in the arse?"

"No."

"Pity. I think you'd like it."

I don't doubt that. My previous boyfriends liked it, I was always 'top'.

Smack.

I definitely wasn't expecting that one. Especially since he's slapped me lower, closer to where I can feel myself getting harder.

Two more.

"You're hard. Are you enjoying this, Ianto? It's supposed to be punishment."

I don't know how to respond to that so I say nothing.

His fingers trail lower and I can feel them glide across my balls. I knew I was that way told me. I've been that way since Friday thinking about him.

Although, to be fair, this isn't quite what I had in mind when I pictured us together.

I gasp as he sticks two fingers inside me and begins to finger fuck me.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Smack.

"Ow." That one was harder and completely unexpected. I don't know what to think anymore. I'm so turned on, yet so want this to be over. I don't know what I want.

His fingers return to my hole and slide inside me. Slower this time, gentler.

Almost like he's soothing me from the outside in. Okay this is more like it. This is more of what I want.

His tempo speeds up and I moan appreciatively. His thumb grazes against my ball sack and that thin piece of skin in between, which sends a frenzy of electricity through my body. I've forgotten all about the heat from my arse as I concentrate on the wonderful feelings I'm getting from his fingers. I put down my hands on the floor so I can push back up onto him.

I'm getting close to coming. I wonder if he can tell. I'm sure it's obvious by the way I'm moaning and my breathing is getting heavier.

I'm at the brink, ready to explode over the edge.

Smack.

Holy shit. I come writhing on his fingers, bucking and writhing like a mad man. I actually came at the same time that he delivered the final slap. It hurts but it also feels good. No. I'm not one of those people that enjoy being spanked. Or at least I wasn't until today.

I'm breathing heavily as I try to compose myself. I can feel his pants getting tighter as he gets hard underneath me. Oh boy, he's going to fuck me as well? I don't think I have the energy.

I'm sticky against him, I know it must be seeping through his pants as well.

His other hand snakes around my waist and he helps me to my feet.

I push my glasses back up my nose as I try and get myself together. I know I'm standing here in front of him, underwear at my ankles and he's fully dressed.

"Do you want me to help you out now?" I motion toward his pants.

"You can leave. Email the report through as soon as it's fixed."

"Are you sure?"

"I said you can leave." His tone is direct and he turns his attention away from me to his computer monitor.

What the hell? I quickly pull up my pants and smooth down my shirt and tie. I'm about to say something, but I can tell he doesn't want me here anymore. I turn. I'm sure there is a tear about to escape my eye, so I sniff it back to get myself together.

I hesitate at the door, wondering what just happened. Did I really just get spanked for getting the report wrong?