Look if the spanking/paddling doesn’t have fauxcest and or ageplay undertones WHAT is the point. Elias should treat Jon like a misbehaving child. Treat him like he’s throwing a tantrum. Jon should whimper and sniffle into his chest and squirm because it hurt so bad but did he do good? Did he do it? He’s sorry, he’s so sorry, can he be better? Is he better? He can be a good boy. Elias should soothe him as he jumps at every bit of pain. I just. I am of the opinion that They
“Why do you insist on acting like a child Jon?” Jon stopped his rant immediately with an offended sound that he would deny to his grave sounded anything other than dignified. Elias’s expression was, if Jon had to pick something, almost disappointed. Jon didn’t feel vindicated though, or like he was winning this conversation. He tried to regain the threads of his complaints, but before he could resume Elias had stepped into his space, practically forcing him backward, bumping into his desk.
“I am not, I’m just-Elias!” Jon practically yelped as he was spun around by the other man. Finding himself now lying prone over his own desk, which luckily had been clear, save for a few statements. Trying to force himself up he met with no success Elias easily holding him down a hand planted on his back.
“You are Jon, I’ve tried so hard to help you, but you always insist on throwing a tantrum when the answers aren’t just handed to you.” Jon growled still trying to get free as Elias made no move to let him up, just held him there, like he wasn’t even trying. “So perhaps I should treat you like the child you insist on acting as.”
“What does that-?” Jon started only to be cut off as Elias stripped his lower half, almost in one smooth motion. Jon cursed his newfound habit of preferring loose clothing, it kept it from running at his scars, but it was also fairly easy to remove with one hand. Not that Jon would have considered that downside, not expecting to be stripped bare by his boss. “Elias stop it!”
“Hush Jon, now I admit this isn’t really in style anymore, mores the pity. I unfortunately do not have a paddle, I suppose my hand will have to do.” Jon’s struggles ceased for a moment, as his brain finally made the connection, feeling his face flush. No he could not be about to be spanked by Elias, he was an adult, this was-.
“A-ahh,” With a yelp Jon’s paralysis was broken as Elias had apparently taken his silence as him being ready. Bringing his hand down hard across his bare ass, the sound echoing in the quiet Archives. Part of him was happy that this was happening after everyone went home, or he really might have made a go at dying from embarrassment. As it was he was sure two parts of him were quite red, especially as Elias brought his hand down again, striking the same spot,
“I think ten total should be enough for the lesson to sink in.” Jon wanted to scream, Elias sounded like he was discussing his performance review, completely unbothered. He did scream at the third hit, pain lancing through him, he could already feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. He bit his lip, trying to muffle any further sound, he would not let Elias know just how much it was hurting.
“I wish I didn’t have to resort to such methods Jon, I don’t like to punish you.” Jon would have pointed out that he could just stop, if he truly didn’t want to do this, but something told Jon that the other man was only pretending to be regretful. The fourth and fifth hit were done in quick succession, giving Jon know time to brace himself. His head was starting to feel fuzzy, but he had managed to stay quiet, which he took as a win. Though considering he was still pinned to his desk, not much of one.
“That’s it, just five more, you’re doing very good Jon” Jon wanted to tell him to shut up, he could count just fine. At the same time he carefully shoved the little part of him that jumped at the praise into the box he shoved all inconvenient feelings in, this was not the time. “I can even reduce it by two if you tell me why you’re being punished.”
“What?” Jon squeaked forgetting his plan to stay silent at the audacity of the question. He was not about to entertain this farce by playing into it. His behavior was not the one currently crossing the line.
“Come now Jon you can’t already have forgotten.” Jon could practically see the smirk on Elias’s face. He shook his head, he wouldn’t be playing along, no matter how much he dreaded further punishment, he was right damnit.
“Fuck off,” Jon immediately regretted the words as Elias retaliated, the strike sharper than the other five, almost as though he knew precisely where would hurt the most. Unable to hold back a scream the tears he had been holding back flooding down his cheeks. He wanted to curl up, but he was still pinned, and his weak struggles were still useless.
“No need for such language, seems seven more it is then.” Jon tried to object, that had been six, but the cries fell on deaf ears, as the punishment resumed. Jon wailed through the next three, Elias only pausing between them to allow the pain to fade slightly before striking him again. He had stopped trying to stem his tears at this point, it hurt, it hurt so much, he just wanted it to stop, please.
“Please no more please,” Jon couldn’t keep from begging, the belief that he would take this with a stiff upper lip was thoroughly broken. Now he just wanted the pain to stop. His begging was unrewarded as Elias’s hand came down again, and Jon broke. Tears flowed freely as he wailed, he needed it to stop, god why did it hurt so much?
“Three more Jon, then it’s over,” Elias’s voice was far more gentle than it had any right to be, as though he wasn’t the one doing this. As though it was all Jon’s fault, Elias was just doing what he must. The part of Jon that could think logically vanished around the seventh hit, smacked right out of him. Jon tried to hold onto the feeling that it wasn’t his fault through the next two hits, but it slipped away. All he could focus on now was the pain, god he could have stopped it, if he had just admitted to Elias what he had done wrong.
“I’m sorry Elias please, I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t listen, please dad,” Jon whimpered and whined, bracing himself as he spoke but there were no more hits forthcoming. Instead he was hoisted up into Elias’s lap, the man having sat down in the chair they used for statement givers. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but Elias was careful to keep pressure off the worst of the bruises, though he knew sitting in his chair for the next few days would be excruciating.
“Well I suppose we can forget the last one,” Elias’s soft words were a bit out of sync with his hungry expression as he looked at his Jon, not that he could see, his face being buried against his chest. Jon nodded emphatically into the fabric, as his mumbled litany of please and apologies continued. He was sorry, it hurt so much, no more, he can be better, he can be good, please dad.
“Shh,” Elias rubbed his free hand over his back, the other bracing him in his lap. Jon could feel soft kisses being pressed to his hair, though his face was still hidden. His whimpered words slowly tapered off until he was silent clinging tightly to Elias. Every shift of his hips brought new pain, but Elias was so gentle each time he flinched, soothing him. In the morning he would look back at this and probably regret it, but for now he just leaned into the comfort the other man was offering. “See I knew you could be a good boy for me.”