warnings: smut, d/s dynamic, spanking, degradation, age gap, brat x brat tamer carl is like 23/24 in this, reader is 19/20
carl was a patient man, he’d always been that way. which is why it pissed him off the way you got under his skin. one quip from you had him so angry he’d start tripping over his words. he thought you were spoiled, you were pretty so you always got your way, at least that’s what he told himself. he hated the way you undermined him, he hated how bad it bothered him, and he hated how many times he thought about punishing you for it while fucking his fist. it made him feel gross.
you were by all definitions impatient. you had been taunting carl for weeks waiting for him to snap. you could see it in his eyes how badly he wanted to snap and teach you a lesson. his eyes would darken and his cheeks would flush and you swore every time he stormed off his cock was half hard in his jeans. you hated how long this plan of yours was taking, and you were half tempted to beg carl to fuck you into the nearest surface til you were crying, but that would ruin the fun. you liked the games you were playing with him, even if it took him too long to catch on. you even started wearing skimpier clothing around him in hopes it would tip him off, but of course it didn’t. you were starting to get embarrassingly desperate, and your fingers could only do so much so you decided to get more strategic about it.
you and carl had been tasked with going on a run together, nothing crazy. it was too an abandoned shopping plaza that had been mostly cleared, but not everything could be taken back at once. that’s where the two of you came in. you started small, arguing over what cd to play in the car, critiquing his driving skills, just enough to hopefully get under his skin. once you got there you bickered over what to grab, even when you knew he was right, anything to piss him off.
carl was annoyed, sure. but he was prepared to deal with your attitude. he didn’t get mad til you bent over to pick something up and deliberately let your little black thong show. that’s what pissed him off. the second he realized what you were doing he was the maddest he had been up to this point. ‘if you wanted him to fuck you, you couldn’t just asked,’ he thought to himself. he would have bent you over ages ago but instead you make his life hell? disappointed was an understatement.
you could tell your plan worked a little too well the way carl was silent the drive back, his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. part of you was worried that went overboard and things wouldn’t work out the way you planned them. Carl stayed silent even as you returned to alexandria and put away all the supplies you got. you even attempted to apologize when the two of you were done, he didn’t say a single word at that, but he did grab your wrist and drag you to his apartment.
once carl brought you to his apartment he sat you down on hiss bed wordlessly before he began pacing back and forth. “you think you’re funny, don’t you? you think you’re cute, yeah?” he says, not giving you a chance to reply, “you think you can act up and get away with it? or do you want me to snap and do something to you, huh?” you stare at your feet, not expecting to feel so guilty for getting caught. he walks up to you and tilts your chin up. “you don’t get to hide now, you certainly weren’t hiding earlier when you made sure i saw your panties, huh?” you flush red and avoid his gaze. “you have one chance to say no, that you don’t want this, understood?” you nod and swallow hard. “yes, i want this.” you manage to get out, you’re already wet and soaking your underwear. carl tuts, “manners, love. yes what?” you swallow hard, your head already getting spacey, “yes sir.” you murmur staring up at him with big doe eyes. “good,” he murmurs, “now get up.”
you were right where you wanted to be, carl knew it. he could tell the way your breath hitched when he made you bend over his lap and even more so by the way you squirmed when he pulled your shorts down. “s’clear no one’s ever punished you for that attitude of yours, so now i gotta be the one to do it.” he says, his voice low with desire. “here’s how this is gonna work, love. after each strike you’ll say thank you, okay. m’not gonna make you count yet. that’ll be for next time once you’re used to it.” carl explains as he gently kneads the flesh of your ass. you barely have a chance to get out a “yes sir,” before the first strike lands.
you hiss as the heat radiates through your skin, he pauses for a minute waiting for your reply. “thank you.” you say, voice shaking. he nods in approval before spanking the other cheek. this time you arch into it, a moan escapes your lips as you quickly say thank you in anticipation of the next strike. a half chuckle escapes his lips as he sees how quickly you’re warming up to the punishment. “y’know you’re not supposed to enjoy being punished, right.” he says before spanking both cheeks back to back earning a breathy ‘thank you.’ from you. “don’t wanna do to much your first time. i think one more is enough for your first time.” you whine in disappointment which earns a scoff from carl alongside a harder strike. “fuck!” you moan out before thanking him. “language.” carl warns as he helps you up off his lap.
once carl helps you get situated he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “you did good, think you’ll behave now?” you shrug and give him a cheeky grin. carl knows you’ll always be trouble but he has no problem lending a guiding hand.
a/n: i think this is the longest thing ive ever written, oops. hope you guys like it 🤍
