A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
So, I’ve been whinging about this to a couple people (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…Smack Your Bitch Up – A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
Comment-fic, speculation, random perving and photo essays about the most spankable ass in Bandom all welcome. Anon-commenting is enabled and IP tracking off, in case someone wants to letch anonymously. All pairings and all ratings, just please provide both in the subject line. Also, feel free to pimp widely.
Get to it. Over my knee, bitch. Now.
Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
his jaw tightened. "Turn around, Pete. I want to see the colour of your ass." Patrick's fingers dug
into the soft skin around his jaw before letting go. Pete turned slowly, away from Patrick and toward
the wall. He rested his hands on the wall, automatically moving into presentation position; backside
jutting out, legs spread slightly and head down. His breath began to quicken as Patrick stroked
down his back, the movement calming him. He cried out as Patrick's hand grasped his cheeks, hard
fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.
"Nice," Patrick whispered. "But you seem to be losing the colour and we can't have that now can
we? I think we should keep this red all night long, don't you?" His fingers were now softly trailing over
Pete's ass and Pete shivered.
"Brace yourself," he said. "Don't forget to count for me, Pete." Pete gulped but held himself steady
waiting for the first slap. "Ready?"
Pete whimpered as Patrick's hand comes down forcefully on his backside, trying not to flinch away at
the pain. It's always like this, the first strokes inflaming his skin, jolting from him soft whimpers before
the pain begins to increase and his whimpers become cries of pain, the sounds torn from him.
Patrick knows exactly what he's doing, how much strength to put behind each stroke. Pete cries out
as Patrick's hand comes down again and again. The strokes aren't consistent as though Patrick is
determined that this time Pete won't zone out, won't get to the point where the pain really doesn't
mean anything anymore other. Patrick clearly wants him to be aware for this, to hear what he's
saying and wants to feel him coming apart.
"Such a pretty little slut for me, aren't you?" Patrick tells him. "Can you even imagine how you look
right now, all spread out and shaking under my hand? Can you even hear the noises you make?
Such needy little whimpers and desperate little gasps! You love this, don't you? How long can you
keep this up, hmmm? Because I can do this all night just to watch you shake and tremble, scream
and fall apart underneath my hand"
Low dark words whispered into his ear that turn his legs to jelly and send shivers down his spine,
threatening to take him apart, break his defences down. It's what he wants, what he's been pushing
for all night.
His can hear his own breathing, harsh and ragged through the sound of the slaps and he scrunches
his eyes tight trying without fail to stop the tears from falling, to ensure that he counts each stroke
without missing one. Pete pushes his fingers against the wall as though it's the only thing holding him
up, listening to Patrick's whispered words.
It's only when his cries become full out sobs and he's trembling that hard that he thinks his knees will
collapse under him that Patrick begins to slow the slaps until his hand is just resting on Pete's
backside. Pete gasps in surprise as he's pulled round and into Patrick's arms. He burrows into
Patrick's embrace, his tears soaking into Patrick's t-shirt as he's held tight safe in Patrick's arms.
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Okay, I love this a whole lot, but then I suspect you knew that. Especially how it concentrated more on the psychological side of things. Pete's mindset is spot-on I think, him pushing for attention. And this: The thing with Patrick was you never knew quite how he was going to react. Oh he'd react eventually, of that Pete could be assured, but Patrick liked to keep him on edge wondering just what he was going to do to him. is something that rings very true.
The ending was gorgeous. *happy sigh*
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Yes, I wanted to definitely go more with the psychological side of this. I'm glad you think Pete's mindset is spot on. It took me ages to finish this off as I just wasn't sure if I was getting it quite right.
And you're quoting ... *shuffles*
I couldn't see the ending as being anything else *grins*.
Glad you liked it.
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
*applauds wildly*
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Thanks for the feedback. I do like some of my bandom d/s to be sweet *grins*.
See I just see Pete as a very needy and attention seeking sub *grins* and Patrick will always give Pete what he needs, not necessarily what he wants or thinks he wants.
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Re: Centre of Attention, Pete/Patrick, R, 2/2
Begging ... well that always works *grins*