three counts.
michael "robby" robinvich x dennis witaker word count: 2562
tags: smut/pwp, brat taming, d/s, dom!robby, sub!dennis, clickers, trans!dennis, punishments, pussy spanking, aftercare, bondage/gags, fingering, finger-fucking
a/n: heavily inspired by the folks on the pitt twt
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One strike was enough. Two was pushing it. Three was unacceptable.
Poor, Robby, he thought he had the most perfect boy in the world. With his big blue eyes and slightly shaggy dirty blond hair. The way he'd sometimes quiver when Robby touched him just right. Robby was so lucky to have such a sweet, kind, obedient thing under his arm.
But, he assumed that even the sweetest of fruit could become sour.
And Dennis Whitaker had become the sourest grape rather quickly.
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It started with going to bed late. Dennis had explained that he needed to study - the end of the year exams were coming up and there was no time to sleep. Robby tried to argue that the brain could only absorb so much information before it just glazed over everything. Dennis in return put up a fight and Robby let him have it. While he did understand the importance of studying - he didn't want Dennis to crash and burn from not taking care of himself. It didn't help that when Dennis crept into bed, it was nearing two in the morning. Strike one.
The following morning, because of Dennis' late night studying, he was running late to shift and was a tornado through the apartment and completely ignored not only Robby but the good breakfast he made for the both of them. When Robby managed to reel him back into the apartment, Dennis said he'd get something from the coffee shop on the way there. That "meal" in question was a Boston Cream Donut and a the biggest coffee Dennis could get his hands on. Robby scrunched his nose at he sight of it. Strike two.
Robby knew Dennis was above punishments, but even the angels had their moments and he assumed that not even Dennis was immune to it. He thought about day one of their contract, where they laid everything on the table. Robby was proud of how he was able to shape Dennis' habits. Not in a controlling way, but help him form healthy habits.
While two strikes were not punishment worthy. A third in a twenty-four hour period was unacceptable.
"Let me help, Dennis." Robby's words rang steady.
But Dennis didn't want steady. Frustrated, tired, and over caffeinated. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. He pushed Robby away and replied, "I don't need your help! Stop lingering over me!" His tone louder than it needed to be.
Thankfully this wasn't a dire situation, rather Dennis was cleaning up a procedure he was helping with earlier. He thought the task of cleaning would settle his mind, but instead he felt like he was jumping out of his bones.
Robby looked at him with mild shock, his brows raised as he stepped back. He then crossed his arms. Dennis could feel himself shake.
"You don't have to baby me." Dennis bit. Adding insult to injury and the punishments onto punishments.
Robby looked at him for a moment longer with subtle shock - that shouldn't be coming out of his darling boy's mouth. Dennis was playing with fire, almost like he wanted to get burned. Because Robby was many things, one of them being a well worn brat tamer.
It didn't click with Dennis until he saw the shine of something familiar in the middle of the ER. There were many items in the ER that gleamed. But this made Dennis' body shudder. Silver with black numbers and a button at the side.
It felt like the entire floor went quiet when he heard it, click, click, click.
Three strikes. Dennis knew exactly what was to come, but he didn't know how deep his punishment would go once he was back into the apartment with Robby.
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Robby gripped the back of Dennis' neck once they got home. The younger man dropped his belongings and Robby made a small displeased noise. He said, "I didn't know we were starting from zero. You know better than that, Whitaker. I don't like messes in my home."
Dennis swallowed and felt himself shiver at his tone. It wasn't one of anger. He wasn't screaming or throwing things. Like the grip on Dennis' skin, it was firm. Almost commanding. And it made the younger man's knees shake a little.
"Clean up your mess then get into the bedroom."
Dennis folded like a house of cards and asked, "What are you going to to do me, sir?"
Robby squeezed the back of Dennis' neck before he leaned in and responded, "I'm going to keep that pretty mouth quiet and those wrists bound. I can't trust you not to act again. Then I'm going to remind you that you have rules for a reason."
Dennis swallowed, his ears burned.
"Do you know what those rules are, baby?"
"To take care of myself."
Robby's large hand trailed down the other's back. It felt like fire against Dennis' skin, "I know you're a good boy, Dennis. I tell Jack all about how sweet and perfect you are. So imagine my surprise when you act like this." He was still crowded in Dennis' space, "You're smart enough to know that every action had a consequence." He then gripped Dennis' behind.
Dennis nodded quickly in response.
Robby squeezed again, "Use your words."
"I know, sir."
"Then clean up, and get to bed. I will be waiting for you." Robby then pulled away and hung up his jacket and put away his bag like Dennis was supposed to. Prolong the punishment. Robby knew that not every punishment involved sex.
Sometimes tasks like cleaning up a mess was more than enough to correct behavior. But once Robby was in the bedroom, he knew that to reprimand Dennis would be a multi-layered task. He stripped down to his boxers and could feel the tightness in them as he moved through their shared bedroom.
His hairy chest and tattoos on full display. He moved through the space like he owned it, which he pretty much did. Just like he owned every inch of skin on Dennis' body. He knew that the younger man worked hard, that he always had to go the distance.
But it was never an excuse to act out the way he did.
He gripped his erection through his underwear and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment before he went to the closet and found what he was looking for. Black leather cuffs, connected with a sturdy nickle plated chain. That'll keep him in one place. And for that mouth of his, a bit gag.
Similar to a ball gag, but it was smaller silicone bar rather than a ball. Poor Dennis always got jaw pain for days when they used a ball gag. And while he was being punished, the last thing Robby wanted was pain that lasted for days on end.
Once everything was on the bed, Dennis had entered the bedroom. Shy and still in his work clothes.
Robby was seated on the bed, his gaze heavy on Dennis, "Get undressed. I don't need you ruining anymore scrubs. Especially when I'm done with you." He held out the cuffs then the gag and said, "This will be used for tonight. You need to learn not to talk back at me. Yes, I am your lover and yes, I am your superior. I am not babying you, I am fostering your growth."
Dennis nodded before he started to strip. He could feel Robby's gaze on him which made him swallow the knot in this throat. Unlike before where he dropped everything to the ground, this time he carefully folded everything to be washed later. Once he was naked, he stood in front of Robby.
Robby could make out the fading scars of Dennis' top surgery. He placed a hand on his side and stroked down to his pussy where he used his thumb to separate the lips. He exhaled deeply through his nose. It felt like inspection. He then glanced up at Dennis once more and said, "Pretty thing. Too bad it's getting spanked tonight."
Dennis replied, "Thank you for correcting my behavior, sir."
Robby leaned in and kissed Dennis' pussy before he looked up at him again and replied, "You're welcome. Such a smart boy. Now get on the bed." And pulled away enough for Dennis to get on the bed. Robby pulled him closer with a bit of force and started to cuff his wrists together in front of him. He then pushed back the other's locks and said, "If it gets too much, squeeze your left fist three times. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." Dennis replied while he still had his speaking privileges. He soon lost them as the gag was placed in his mouth. Robby knew that the younger man was excited. Wet between his legs in needy desperation for what was to come.
Yes, Dennis was being punished. No, that didn't mean that Robby could do what he pleased with no exit for the younger man. That distinction was important in their little games. Robby laid out against the head board and Dennis' back was in his lap. Spread out across the other's thighs so beautifully.
Robby took a moment to admire the younger man. His fingers traced along his pussy and he licked his lips at the wetness that clung to his digits, "is that all you needed? A firm hand tonight?"
Dennis looked at him and nodded quickly. Robby felt the arousal in his body as he continued to tease the other's pussy. Dennis shifted a little bit against his lover and Robby corrected that by giving him a firm slap on his pussy.
"Be still now."
Dennis let out a small moan and Robby laid another smack across his pussy. The younger man closed his eyes and embraced the feeling as Robby continued to lay smacks across him.
"See, I like you like this. How agreeable you are to me. How sweet you are." Robby combed his fingers through the other's hair, "You know how to behave. I've trained you so well. You're so good for me" He smacked Dennis' pussy again and the younger man moaned through the gag, he was kept bound by the cuffs. Robby licked his lips before he laid down a few more strikes, he could feel that Dennis was getting more and more aroused.
He couldn't say anything, only lie there and take what Robby was giving him.
"You're going to go to bed on time." Smack. "You're going to eat proper meals." Smack. "And you're not going to talk back to me." Smack. Smack.
Robby paused for a moment tot gauge Dennis' response. The younger man's eyes were still closed while he laid there, spread out on the other's lap. Robby bit down on his own arousal, he was turned on by the sight of the younger man.
He rubbed the tip of Dennis' pussy, to sooth the ache that he left behind. His fingers ran through coarse pubic hair as Dennis went near limp from the feeling.
This was a lot for him, but not enough to use the safe gesture. Robby smacked down on the skin a few more time before he rubbed the spot once more.
Dennis' noises were muffled, but needy. Robby couldn't tell if the punishment was actually sinking in or rather Dennis was lost in the heat of pleasure.
Maybe next time his punishment should be scrubbing the bathroom or folding laundry. Something that wouldn't get Dennis so riled up.
Robby laid a kiss on the other side of the gag and commented, “Look at you.” He landed another smack, which on aroused Dennis further, “You feel so good for me, baby. Look at you. Next time I should set up the mirror so you know exactly how you look when I correct your actions.”
Dennis opened his eyes and looked up to Robby. His body jerked when Robby laid a particularly hard smack across his pussy.
Robby held his jaw and said gently, “Five more spanks and we're done.” He did them in quick succession before he asked Dennis, “Are we going to be a good boy now?”
Dennis maintained eye contact as he replied, drool on his chin from the gag and his pupils were large with arousal. Robby licked his lips before he leaned forward more to sink three digits into Dennis' pussy and started to finger-fuck him.
The burn from the spanking and the ache from the stretch made Dennis' mind go fuzzy, but quickly he was moaning around the gag. His eyes squeezed shut once more as Robby worked his fingers inside of him.
His cheek was brushing up roughly again Robby's hair chest and he let out sweet pathetic moans.
“There's my good boy. See? You know exactly how to behave. I don't want to use that clicker ever again. I want you to be so good that I throw it out.”
Dennis moaned louder in response. He wasn't going to last much longer. His body tensed up, his pussy was soaked and he tried to claw at Robby's chest for support before he finished all over his older lover's fingers. Eyes squeezed shut, back tensed and curved. The orgasm hit like a train and after a few short minutes, he was able to relax.
Robby pulled his fingers out and licked the wetness that had trailed down his wrist. He kept his eyes on the younger man just in case. Once he had his fill, he started to undo the cuffs and took off the gag. He was gentler with his actions, but was met with a fiery kiss from his lover.
Dennis pushed him back against the headboard and made out with greedily. He held Robby's face in his hands before he was able to fully relax. His pussy was sore, but it felt like every neuron in his body was lit up with excitement.
Robby rubbed the other's back when Dennis laid his head on the other's chest and relaxed against him. Robby provided that emotional support afterwards. He kissed the side of Dennis' sweaty head and rubbed his back with large, slow movements.
"How do you feel?" He asked, "Give me a number."
"Seven." Dennis replied as his breathing began to even out. The two of them were sweaty, but relaxed in bed together. Not long after the pair were laid in bed together with Robby spooning the younger man.
Robby played with his hair gently, "You're a good boy for me. Have we learned out lesson?"
Dennis nodded in agreement, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now do you want a shower? Some dinner?"
Dennis nodded.
"Use your words." Robby commented.
"A shower sounds nice… But, just hold me for a moment longer." Then wrapped a leg over Robby's thigh, "I'd like that."
"And I'd like that too." Robby replied. With corrections out of the way he could focus on other things. As he rubbed his lover's back he wondered what they should have for dinner to ease Dennis back into healthier habits.
No more late nights and no more donuts for breakfast - Robby would make sure of that. He wouldn't deal with a bratty Dennis and would correct those behaviors anyway necessary. Even if that meant spanking the other man into submission, or forcing him to live healthier.
