Kinktober Day 14
VMin - Spanking
Spanking, Mention Cum inflation, Crying, Dom/Switch/Sub relations
"Our Taehyungie has been awfully naughty today Y/N" Jimin states as you walk through the door.
You find the pair on the sofa, Taehyung looking rather sorry for himself, kneeling on the floor at Jimin's feet. The blonde has a firm grasp on Taehyung's hair keeping him in place.
"What did I miss?" You ask, moving to crouch next to the brunette man.
"I came home to find Taehyung sprawled across the sofa moaning your name as he jerked himself off," Jimin explains.
"Oh dear," You tilt Tae's chin towards you.
"I thought you were on a masturbation ban baby... How else are you going to be able to fill Jimin with so much cum you can see it in his tummy? I thought that was what you wanted?" You shake your head and push his face away from you.
He begins to fight his corner, begins utterances and forgets them just as quickly in order to get you to forgive his transgression. You cut him off before he can form one solid sentence.
"How do you think it made poor Jiminie feel? All he wants is to be so full of you, and you've let him down." You frown once more at the man on the floor before turning your attention to Jimin.
"I think he needs a good spanking, remind him who gets to make the decisions around here." He says, puffing up his chest, fingers still threaded in Taehyung's hair.
You glance between the two, watching how Jimin takes great pleasure in tugging slightly, every so often thinking you might not notice. Teahyung tries not to whimper each time, wanting to prove he can behave.
"And who exactly is that, Jimin." You say, with expectation in your voice.
You glance pointedly at his hand and he immediately releases, smoothing the distressed hair until it lays flat again. You watch the way the younger man leans into the soft touch and any meanness you thought you had mustered up immediately dissipates.
"You are Y/N." Jimin says sheepishly.
"Right." You nod. "But both of you seem to have forgotten that, so I need you both on my bed with your trousers down before I've finished making myself a drink, which I notice neither of you thought to do for me today…."
The men glance at each other briefly before scrambling towards the bedroom. You shake your head and watch as they trip over one another trying to be the first into the room. They are loud as they try to decide exactly how this is going to go for them, squabbling so noisily you can hear it from the kitchen as you take time pouring your drink into a glass. You take your time waiting till they quiet, straining to hear your footsteps. Eventually, you down the remainder of your drink and make your way into the bedroom.
Each man is knelt over the edge of the bed, pillows beneath their knees propping them up. Their trousers are folded on the desk in the corner of the room. It's almost too delicious a sight to ruin it with dark purpling bruises. Their bums face you, bared and unmarked, ready for your punishment. You take your time to observe the two, watching them fidget under your gaze. Neither of them dares look back, focused on a particular spot on the wall ahead of them. Eventually, you take pity on them.
You watch their heads perk up as you open your playtime drawer. You select a paddle from your selection. It's nice and wide, solid wood, a personal favourite of Taehyung's.
"I think Jimin should be first, don't you agree?" You only hear groans in response.
Jimin probably still hasn't come to terms with the fact he is being punished alongside Taehyung, and Taehyung just really hates to wait.
"Jimin, I need you to tell me why you're being punished?"
You use the paddle to caress his cheeks, seeing him flinch as the cold paddle touches his bare skin.
"I... I…." He swallows hard. "I started to punish Taehyung before you came home."
You let out an approving sound so he knows he is on the right track.
"I was upset that he ruined our plans, but I know I shouldn't take that into my own hands." Jimin continues.
"Good boy, how are you feeling?"
"I'm okay." He says, so you move forward with the punishment.
You raise the paddle back about 6 inches before quickly slamming onto his left cheek. There is a small thud and Jimin jerks forward. You repeat the motion another 3 times before finally bringing the paddle back even further for a much harder final hit. You can see the rectangular outline imprinted onto his skin. You reach out to rub the dark spot gently.
Jimin whimpers at your touch, sniffling as he presses himself into the mattress away from your touch.
"You're finished now Jimin, please sit up for me."
Obediently, the blonde stands and twists himself to sit on the edge of the bed favouring his right side. You reach forward and wipe the tears from his cheek before leaning in to kiss his forehead softly.
"Are you okay, angel?" You ask, making sure he maintains eye contact.
"I'm okay." He nods.
You nod in return and gesture for him to scoot back and lean against the headboard. Then your attention returns to Taehyung. You run a hand down his spine so he knows it's his turn. You dig your nails in as you get to the base leaving scratches in your wake.
"And why are you being punished Taehyung."
"I was too impatient and ruined our chance to play a new game tonight." You can hear the pout in his voice, you know he is making that stupid face he pulls whenever he wants something.
"And are you sorry about it?"
"I'm very sorry Y/N, I just missed you guys today." He tries to be sweet, justify his actions and lessen his sentence.
It doesn't work. Instead, you check on his well-being and begin his punishment. You begin with eight swift hits, four per cheek, ensuring he remains uncomfortable every time he tries to sit for the next few days. For the final two blows you abandon the paddle, placing it back in place in your dresser, leaving Taehyung to breathe, and panic just a little.
"Two more baby, can you take it?" You ask.
He nods in response. You lean over him to check he isn't lying to you. Tears stream down his cheeks and his lip is bitten to almost the point of bleeding. You ask him once more and watch carefully as he answers you again.
"Please, carry on." You oblige, leaning back and raising your hand.
This time the smack is loud, it echoes around the room. You can feel the sting radiate through your palm as a perfect carbon copy appears on your lover's bum. You strike the other side with the same amount of force, making Taehyung sob. You gesture for Jimin to reach the salve you keep on the nightstand and apply it liberally to Taehyung's inflamed skin. He flinches away as the cold cream soothes his skin.
"Okay, move forward onto the bed baby, side or front only for a little while." You say, putting the salve away.
The brunette crawls up the bed and collapses into Jimin's lap. The pair cuddle as you go about setting up the room for bedtime. You check in with them both one more time before you leave the room to fetch drinks from the kitchen and soft PJs from the laundry room. You return to find both men have abandoned their shirts and pulled themselves as close to each other as possible, Jimin the small spoon. Somehow they still managed to lie diagonally, taking up all of the space.
"And where am I supposed to sleep?" You ask, shaking your head.
You smile lovingly at the pair as they glance from each other to you and back again before making just enough space for you to fit in front of Jimin.
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