a spanking - frater imperator x female!reader
author’s note: 18+! mdni! exactly what it sounds like… thank you ghost for releasing a chapter and making me crank out 1.5k words of frater filth. ao3 link.
Frater Imperator has been increasingly irritable the closer the new tour dates and album approaches. To add fuel to the fire, he’s been waiting on his new office space to be complete and he’s currently camped out in an unoccupied room that is unequipped for his role. He's been having angry outbursts, peppered with expletives, as his frustration mounts. The shift away from being in the spotlight seems to be wearing on him particularly hard. Despite the rising tensions, the ghost project continues to progress with Frater's twin taking the lead.
The Staff are caught in the middle.
You’re a transplant from America, having fled due to the increasingly hostile environment. But now that you’re there, there is so much pressure. Most days you return to your quarters with your head spinning, unsure of how things will all tie together in time. And you feel bad for him — of course you do. Frater feels tossed aside but he *is* important and on good days, he’s a sweet man. Always asking about family and pets, how you’re feeling, if you’re enjoying the weather…
But you're starting to see another side of him lately. Change is in the air.
“Your habit is, eh, shorter today, Sister.” His gaze falls to your legs, his voice more rough than you’re used to. It pulls you from your work, collating production packets for the tour crew. Your hands immediately fall to your hem to tug it down, though you know it won’t do much. The thick fabric barely shifts an inch.
You try to keep your voice steady as you reply, "Laundry was backed up this week, Frater. This was all that was available."
He tsks, his eyes still wandering over your exposed flesh. "Come here." Frater beckons for you to come closer, his hand outstretched in a gesture that leaves no room for refusal. Despite your apprehension, your feet carry you forward until you stand before the couch he's using as a temporary workspace. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, and you can't help but notice how his fingers twitch against the bright yellows cushions.
“I’ve been… thinking that perhaps I need some… stress relief. Only seems fair that you help me… unwind." His voice drops an octave, sending a shiver down your spine as he pats his thigh in invitation.
A darker side had always lurked within him. When he first arrived as Cardinal, glimpses of it surfaced, though they faded as he settled into his role. But now, as his former comforts are stripped away, that cruelty and hunger for control began seeping through the cracks once more. Trapped in this temporary space with him, you feel that same darkness reaching for you.
Hesitantly, you begin to move toward his lap. How could you say no to Frater Imperator? You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about him in this way.
He shakes his head slowly, a wolfish smile spreading across his face. "No no, Sister. Across my lap." You freeze, eyes widening until his hands take you by the waist, ultimately guiding you until you're bent over his thighs. Your habit rides up further, a heavy palm resting against the small of your back to keep you in place.
"Such a pretty thing," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His free hand traces idle patterns along your thigh, each touch making you shiver. "But you've been distracting me. Making it so hard to focus."
You bite your tongue, wanting to point out that you aren’t the cause for all of this chaos. But all the same, your heart races as you feel the press of his fingers through thin fabric. Something in his tone, in the way he holds you here, tells you there's little point in protesting. And truthfully, some part of you doesn't want to.
The leather of his gloved fingers skim the hem of your habit, pushing the fabric up to reveal black lace underwear. He exhales sharply at the sight. His palm smooths over the curve of your backside, the cool material rubbing over your flushed skin. The touch is both possessive and exploratory, making your breath catch in your throat.
"Tell me, Sister, have you been thinking about this too?"
Your throat is dry, trying to swallow and find your voice, but all that comes out is a shaky gasp as his fingers continue to explore. Your hips shift against his thigh, drawing a sinister chuckle from above. Another sharp crack of leather against skin echoes through the room as his palm connects with your already burning cheek. You cry out this time, the pain less starting than before.
"Such lovely sounds you make," he purrs, beginning to alternate between gentle, probing caresses and stinging, harsh spanks. Tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes.
“Who is your Papa?”
The question hangs in the air. You’re new, having not been around when he *was* Papa but you know better. You know not to disappoint him now, not when he quite literally has you over his knee.
"You are, Papa..."
“Good girl.”
He delivers one final resounding slap to your tender backside, the sharp sting making you gasp and arch against him. Your eyes are squeezed shut, ragged gasps falling from your lips. He coos, shushing you as he delicately runs his fingers along the edge of your underwear. You relax in his lap for a moment until he’s moving you, firmly gripping your hips to shift you upright. His strength surprises you, effectively positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap.
The evidence of his arousal is unmistakable beneath your dampened panties, his pants visibly straining between your thighs.
“You’ve been in need of some relief, haven’t you? I’ve seen you around the Ministry… always so tense, hm?” His gloved hands splay possessively across your ass cheeks again, kneading the sensitive skin that's still warm from his earlier attention. Frater guides you forward, encouraging you to gently rock your hips against him.
“*Oh*…” you groan out, clutching his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash through you. His hands directing your movements, setting a steady rhythm that’s smooth compared to the harshness of how he spanked you. His eyes have glazed over, lips parted slightly as his hands squeeze your ass tighter. You can feel every breath he takes, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your palms. A soft groan escapes his throat as you grind down particularly hard.
"Do you like this, Sister? Do you enjoy being used like this by your Papa?” His voice is strained with need, his eyes boring into your own.
"Y-yes... yes, Papa," you stammer breathlessly, your voice trembling with a mixture of desire and fear.
His hands slide up to grip your waist, just feeling you as you start to lose yourself. You begin to roll your hips against him, a sick kind of need filling you. His grip on you loosens, allowing you to get what you need from him without restraint. A deep, almost inhuman growl rumbles from his chest. You find your eyes start to close, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as your thighs start to tense.
Frater’s hand suddenly has you, gloved fingers digging into your cheeks to force your eyes open. You come undone with a whimper. His hips buck up against you as he reaches his own climax with a strangled groan, the evidence of his release dampening the front of his tailored pants.
The both of you are in limbo for just a moment. Your head swims as you try to catch your breath, still straddling his lap. Your thighs quiver with aftershocks as he smooths his gloved hands over your hips in soothing circles. The room feels too warm, too close, but you can't bring yourself to move just yet, until he begins to shift you off of his lap.
"Thank you, baby. I needed that." His voice sounds lighter now, almost back to normal as he helps you stand. "Go home for the night, yes? Get some sleep. I want you back here first thing tomorrow—looking fresh and ready for our morning meeting." He flashes you that charming smile, the one that makes you forget the darkness that lurked in his eyes just moments ago.
"Yes, Frater.” You turn toward the door, legs still trembling from the evening's activities. The heat from your spanking still radiates through your body, and you're acutely aware of the wetness between your legs.
"Ah! Before you go..." He catches your wrist, stopping you. "Leave your panties with me."
A flush rises to your cheeks as you comply, hooking your thumbs under the damp lace and sliding them down your legs. The fabric catches slightly on your shoes before you manage to step out of them. Your hands tremble slightly as you place the black lace panties into his waiting palm.
His fingers curl around them possessively, and he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Such a good girl for Papa," he murmurs, tucking them into his pocket. "Now run along."
You *hurry* from his temporary office on shaky legs with a sore ass.