1A/N: Hey, I know that I shouldn't be starting a new piece what with Really, now? going on, but I really couldn't help it. So, here you go. I'm trying something new here; I mean, it's been in my head for a while, but I've never attempted to write it out, so I'd love to know what you think of it.
Warnings: This story is BDSM themed. If you have a problem with that, I suggest you do not continue on to read the story.
Hope you have a good read.
CRACK
Crack!
Alex winced as he heard the sound and waited for the sensation of the belt on his skin, straining his ears to get a better idea of when it would fall and where. A second later, he realized that it wasn't coming and slowly let out his breath, knowing all the while that Matt wasn't going to take pity on him. He was going to get it tonight and they both knew it.
Just as he relaxed, he heard the belt crack and swish in the air again before it landed on his arse, forming a nice, pink line on his skin. Alex couldn't help but let out a wince as he felt it, rocking slightly forward. He braced himself on his elbows and told himself that he had known this would come and that he really shouldn't have crossed the line.
Groaning, Alex took a second before pushing back again and holding his arse high in the air, waiting for the next stroke. There on his elbows and knees on the bed, he could really feel his position, metaphorically and physically. It was less than a second later that the belt came down again, bringing with it another wince and a darker shade to his arse. This time, Alex managed to maintain his position and gritted his teeth as he let the pain flow through him.
Behind him, he could feel Matt's presence as the other man stood on the side of the bed, legs apart and belt in hand. He wouldn't be frowning, Alex knew, but his face would be carefully blank and Alex hated that face more than anything else. It meant that Matt was disappointed in him, and that hurt and disciplined Alex more than anything. Not that the belt wasn't doing a good job of punishing him as well.
Crack!
This time, Alex hissed and pushed his face into his elbow, breathing heavily and fighting the urge to reach behind and cover his arse. Matt was really laying it on him, the strokes sharp and with just the right amount of force that Alex knew would never really damage him, but would hurt and bruise and sting enough to be a constant reminder of his mistake for at least a week. He took a deep breath lifted his face up again, hoping against hope that Matt would be done soon.
"How many Alex?" Came the soft voice from behind him, completely void of emotion. This was another indication of how disappointed Matt was, and Alex missed the hunger that would usually present in his voice when they were doing this. Hunger for the control that Matt would gain and the knowledge that Alex was his. Hunger for what they would continue to do late into the night, and for however long Matt wanted.
"Twelve," he whispered.
"Hmm." Matt said, and a second later, brought the belt down again. This time, Alex let out a gasp and rocked forward. It took him longer than before to catch his breath and get back into position, and her really wanted to beg forgiveness and plead for Matt to relent. But that wouldn't really help, just prolong his punishment, so Alex kept quiet and tried not to sob, as the belt came down again, just as harshly.
Six more strokes later, Alex heard Matt drop the belt on the floor and bring up an arm to caress his stinging arse. The hands were gentle and strong on his skin, massaging away any lingering pain. It was then that Alex finally let go and started crying into the bed. His shoulders heaved as great sobs wracked through him. Matt let him cry, but didn't come forward to reassure him till Alex calmed down.
Finally, the sobs slowed and Alex was just panting into the mattress. Matt walked forward slowly and sat on the bed next to him, his hands sliding over his back and resting on his shoulder. Alex leaned into the touch and sighed when Matt brought his hand up and started running it through his hair. Before he knew it, Alex had climbed over Matt's knees and was sitting on his lap, his head tucked under Matt's neck and Matt's arms around him, gently rocking them.
They snuggled like that for a while, and Alex had almost fallen off to sleep when Matt said, "Did you learn your lesson?"
Alex nodded sleepily. Of course he had! He wasn't ever going to make that mistake again, that was for sure. The arms around him tightened, ad Matt said, "Good." It was only a short time later that Alex was deeply asleep and Matt gently laid him down on the bed between the covers before lifting them himself and joining him. He was no longer disappointed or mad at the man, the punishment had been dealt and the offense had been forgiven. Alex knew not to make the same mistake again, and that was what Matt had been aiming for.
It was barely ten minutes later that both men were asleep, arms around each other and bodies as close to each other as possible. Despite the sting on his arse, Alex slept well content with the knowledge that, come morning, Matt would no longer be disappointed in him.