A Master's Punishment
A/N: @dokidoki-muffin I wish you a wonderful happy birthday~ May the upcoming year be full of wonderful moments. I wish you a lot of health and luck in your upcoming new year of life. For your annual birthday gift I took some inspo from one of your own arts, so pls forgive me for that~ Enjoy your day~
Summary: Surprise
Words: 1,578 words under the cut
Tadashi should have known something was coming the moment Ainosuke called him into the private room of the estate with that smile - the kind that never meant anything good for him, yet always made something flutter nervously in his stomach.
Ainosuke stood in front of the bed with his coat off, his sleeves rolled back, and an expression that was far too entertained for someone supposedly “disappointed in his assistant”. “Tadashi,” Ainosuke purred, stepping closer to the other, “I’ve been… rather unsatisfied with your work lately,” he finished with a sly grin on his lips.
The brunette straightened instinctively, posture crisp. “My apologies. If there was an error in the scheduling for the next-” “Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that.” The other cut him off with a mischievous grin, placing a gloved finger under his chin and tipping it up. “This is less about your work… and more about your actions.”
“My… actions?” Tadashi repeated carefully, though the back of his neck already warmed with dread. Whenever Ainosuke used that tone, it meant one thing: He was bored, and a bored Ainosuke was dangerous - in more than one way. “Yes.”
Ainosuke’s eyes gleamed as he raised a silk necktie - one Tadashi was certain had not been there a moment ago. “You’ve been too stiff around me lately. Too restrained.” He leaned forward, lips curling. “And I think it’s time I loosen you up.” Tadashi swallowed. Hard. Oh no.
But he nodded and let Ainosuke guide him to the bed, before he was pushed on it while his wrists were pulled up above his head. The tie tightened around them with a practiced tug - not painful, just restrictive and embarrassingly enough, Tadashi let out the faintest, most involuntary sound of anticipation when Ainosuke secured them at the bedframe.
The bluenette noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Oh? Agreeable today, aren’t we?” he murmured. “It’s… simply to humor you,” Tadashi said, though the slight pink on his cheeks made the defense weak at best. Ainosuke only hummed, thoroughly pleased, and pointed toward the small wooden stocks placed at the foot of the bed.
How could he have overlooked them? “Feet, Tadashi. In. Now!” A tiny sigh escaped him - half reluctant, half resigned - but he obeyed, sliding his ankles into place. Ainosuke locked the stocks gently, as if sealing something he’d been waiting to do for far too long.
“There,” Ainosuke said brightly, eying his handiwork. “Perfect. Now, shall we begin?” he said, sounding as if locking your assistant’s feet in some stocks was the most normal thing in the world. Well, considering his past actions, something like this wasn't surprising anymore. Ainosuke Shindo wasn't someone you would call "normal" anyways.
He sauntered to the end of the bed and settled himself comfortably, crossing one knee over the other in a way that made everything feel much more intentional and intimate than Tadashi knew how to handle. Ainosuke peeked down at Tadashi’s feet, still neatly tucked into his polished dress shoes. “Let’s free these, shall we?” he said, drawing out each word.
His fingers slid onto the laces, tugging slowly - too slowly. Tadashi tensed. Ainosuke immediately grinned. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s coming~” “I’m fully aware,” he muttered with painful honesty. Ainosuke laughed softly, wickedly. “Good.”
He loosened one lace at an agonizing pace, pulling the bow apart and tugging the string through each eyelet with exaggerated patience. Tadashi felt every subtle shift, every brush of fingertips too close to his ankle. A sweat drop ran down his forehead, the anticipation was driving him crazy.
Shoes that normally slipped off with a firm tug took Ainosuke minutes as he rocked them side to side, heel to toe, savoring Tadashi’s rising tension. And when he finally slid the first shoe off, Tadashi’s toes curled inside his thin socks, his breath held tight. “Oh?” Ainosuke said with delighted surprise. “Already reacting? How adorable.”
The second shoe came off just as slowly, all while Ainosuke was eying the other like a lion watching its prey, his eyes perceiving each eye flicker, each nervous twitch the other made. Tadashi exhaled in one sharp puff the moment the cool air touched both socked feet.
His breath hitched when he experimentally dragged his fingers over his soles, wiggling them playfully. “Hnnghg!” Tadashi regretted the second the sound left his mouth - as if his master already didn’t know of it. The blue-haired smirked. That reaction was all he needed.
“Now then…” Ainosuke mused, reaching into a small tray he’d clearly prepared beforehand - because of course he had - “…let’s make this interesting.” A bottle of scented oil glimmered in his hand. “Mr. Ainosuke-” Tadashi started, voice tightening. “Yes?” Ainosuke chimed, already drizzling a bit onto his palms. “Something to say before we proceed?”
“It’s unnecessary,” Tadashi said quickly, too quickly. Ainosuke leaned down so their eyes met, smirking. “That’s why it’s fun.” For one at least, Tadashi thought, but didn’t dare to speak it out loud. He knew Ainosuke too well for that. And then his hands slid over Tadashi’s socked soles.
The touch made Tadashi jerk automatically, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as the oil dampened the fabric and Ainosuke’s thumbs pressed through it. “Mr. AiHin- AHinos- hng!” “Already?” Ainosuke teased, fingers tracing deliberate circles through the thin material. “I’ve barely touched you.” Tadashi tried very hard to maintain composure.
It lasted about three seconds. “A-Ah-! WahHAH! Mr. AiHihinosukeHehehe!” “Much better,” Ainosuke praised. He peeled the first sock down slowly, the fabric dragging along Tadashi’s sensitive arch in a way that made his voice catch in the back of his throat. The second sock followed, each inch of exposed skin making Tadashi’s breath shorter.
And when both socks dropped onto the sheets, Ainosuke exhaled dramatically. “What a sight. You really do have lovely feet, Tadashi.” Tadashi’s ears burned. “Please- get on with it.” “Oh, I will~” Ainosuke’s fingers descended with no hesitation. The first touch made Tadashi jolt so hard he almost pulled his arms free. “AHAHA! NoHoho! W-WAIT!”
Ainosuke laughed under his breath, stroking up his arch with one fingertip. “You’re unbelievably sensitive.” “AHAHAHA! I- IHihi caHAhahan’t!” “Oh, but you can,” Ainosuke said warmly, wiggling his fingers across the base of Tadashi’s toes, “and you will.” Tadashi thrashed, laughter bursting out of him helplessly.
Every brush of his fingers, every teasing swipe, turned his orderly composure into complete disarray. “Trying to apologize earlier?” Ainosuke asked, voice purring while he scribbled a pattern across Tadashi’s sole. “I- AHAHA! I’M SOHOHO- SORRY!” “For what?” Ainosuke grinned. “Existing? Breathing near me? Being adorable when tickled?” That was hell.
“STAHAHAHP IHIHIT!” “No.” Ainosuke reached for a soft hairbrush, holding it up like a magician revealing his favorite trick. “Let’s see how you handle this.” “N-No AinosuHuke, coHome on!” The brush swept down his sole. Tadashi screamed with laughter. “AH! HAHAHAAHAHAH! GOD- PLEASE!” Ainosuke beamed. “Beautiful reaction. Truly.”
He alternated between fingers and brush, sometimes skimming lightly under Tadashi’s toes, sometimes dragging deliberately slow strokes that made the other’s laugh break into high-pitched hiccups. “Tell me,” Ainosuke chimed over Tadashi’s breathless cackling, “do you actually hate this?”
Tadashi tried to inhale, tried to respond, tried to do anything other than laugh - but each attempt dissolved into another frantic burst of sound. “NNOOOHOHO!” he finally choked out. Ainosuke’s smile softened with victory. “Exactly what I thought.” He set the brush aside and reached for a pair of grooming gloves covered in soft, flexible nubs.
“Tadashi,” he said with bright, dangerous cheer, sliding them on one finger at a time, “the evening is far from over.” “N-N-NOHO! WAHAHIT!” Too late. Both gloved hands pressed to his soles. Tadashi arched off the bed, laughter exploding from deep in his chest.
The gloves wiggled beneath his toes, slipped between them, glided over the now-oiled skin with unbearable sensitivity. “AH! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOORE!” “Oh, listen to you,” Ainosuke chuckled, fully delighted, “you’re absolutely losing your mind. Wonderful.”
Tadashi tugged at the restraints, twisting, shaking, growing red-faced and breathless. Every time he tried to form a coherent plea, the gloves found another spot that sent him spiraling into helpless laughter again. “Tadaaaashi,” Ainosuke teased, dragging a single gloved finger slowly from the ball of his foot to his heel, “you really should relax. Enjoy your treatment.”
“CAHAHAHAN’T! BREHEHEATHE!” “Of course you can.” “Nohoho! A-AhaAHA!” Ainosuke leaned in, voice warm and low. “You trust me, don’t you?” Tadashi, trembling, gasping, laughing uncontrollably, somehow managed to nod. And Ainosuke’s expression softened - just a touch - before he resumed his assault with new enthusiasm.
For long, dizzy minutes, the brunette could do nothing but laugh until his voice cracked, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and his feet flexed and curled and trembled under Ainosuke’s relentless hands. Finally, finally, Ainosuke slowed down. The gloves lifted.
Tadashi sank against the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly, face flushed and damp with tears of laughter. Ainosuke brushed a piece of hair from Tadashi’s forehead, smiling smugly but fondly. “There now. Feeling… loosened up?” Tadashi wheezed, “Y-You… are… merciless…”
“Mm. And yet you stepped into the stocks of your own free will,” Ainosuke reminded him with a wink. Tadashi groaned, but even that sounded like a stifled laugh. Ainosuke leaned back, folding his arms. “Ready for round two then?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Tadashi yelped, but Ainosuke just laughed. The evening was, indeed, far from being over.
