Firmly In Hand 1

Firmly In Hand

by Angelique

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asa/angelique/firmly01.php
Summary: SG-1's new leader take his archaeologist firmly in hand

Firmly in Hand

Mitchell had had enough. His second mission out of the gate with Daniel Jackson confirmed everything Jack O'Neill had told him about the young archaeologist.

Sure he'd been a little awestruck by SG-1, who wouldn't be impressed? But it didn't take long to realize saving the world was just another mission. Nor did it take long to realize that just because Daniel had ten years experience under his belt was no indication he could be trusted. The boy had started pretty young, and all those qualities that made him who he was, were the same one's that had also give him ten years experience under Jack O'Neill's belt. The General claimed he'd lost count of all the times he'd been forced to turn Daniel Jackson across his knees for a good old fashioned spanking, but he heartily recommended Mitchell take up the practice.

Mitchell was never one to ignore good advice.

He pulled Daniel out of his truck by an arm and hurried him into the house.

"Look, Mitchell, I don't know what you're so angry about."

"That doesn't surprise me, somehow." Mitchell unlocked the door, and dragged the younger man inside. "But, I wager twenty minutes in the wood shed will clear your mind."

"What?"

"You heard me. Get 'em off."

"Wh-wh-wh-wh-attttt?"

"You want to keep going on missions with SG-1?"

"Oh, why don't we just ask General O'Neill about this, shall we?"

Mitchell tossed Daniel his cell phone. "Call him."

"Wh-what?"

"Call him. After all he was the one who warned me this would be necessary by trip three."

"He did?" Daniel's face fell.

"I thought he was kidding at first, but he was serious. And it only took two trips. Imagine that? Come on, drop 'em."

"I will not! You have no right."

"Are you not listening? I have all the rights. The General's blessing. You're going to learn who the leader of SG-1 is, right here and right now. And the next time, you're told to do something, you're going to do it immediately." Mitchell loomed over him. "Or you're off the team."

"You wouldn't!"

"Two words, desk job."

Daniel huffed. He puffed. He paced. And on the second or third lap, Mitchell decided Daniel Jackson was too valuable to loose. He grabbed him by the arm, swung him around so that the archaeologist's back was to his front and held him in a strong arm lock across his chest.

He nearly died. He lost his breath as though he'd been gut punched. Daniel's perfect ass crushed against his immediate hard on. This was not what he'd anticipated. Crap.

He noticed, Daniel notice. The boy quit breathing as he struggled just a bit, rubbing those round mounds across his leader.

"Well, this is interesting." Mitchell breathed huskily in his ear.

"Um, uh...Are you going to spank me or rape me?"

"I'm going to tan your hide good, boy. I'll have you too from the looks of things, but you'll be begging for it."

"Hardly."

Mitchell let a strong hand slide down Daniel's chest, making it's way to the button on his jeans. Daniel shuddered.

"Hard, you mean." The husky, southern voice murmured in the trapped man's ear, as he deliberately and slowly undid the button and zipper. "Oh, this just might turn out to be a good day after all." He ground his cock into Daniel's ass as he slid his hand into his pants. "Looky, here what we got. Daniel, Daniel, Daniel. I'm afraid your true feelings deceive you."

"Bastard. Get it over with. AHhhhhh." Daniel gasped as Mitchell pulled his cock free.

"Oh, I think this is one lesson we're going to take nice and easy. We can spend all night with it." He gripped the archaeologist tighter. The arm he'd been holding around Daniel's chest slowly released, his hand deliberately rubbing across hard nipples and then around to his back, tracing slowly down his spine sliding into the back of his jeans, caressing those beautiful mounds he was about to lay bare. The jeans slid magically free. Daniel groaned.

"Son of a bitch."

"This is what you want isn't it? This is why you've been testing me. Testing my limits. You want to know what they are." Mitchell squeezed him again. "I'm not O'Neill. I'm not your surrogate Daddy. But I am willing to take you firmly in hand whenever you need it. But I'm going to warn you, boy, I can't be this close to this hot, young ass and not feel the pleasure in it as well. Now there has definitely been some tension here." Mitchell squeezed the mounds and milked Daniel's hard on. "Let's see what we can do to relieve some of it."

The first slap forced a scream, as Daniel jerked in Mitchell's hand. "Oh, boy, we are just getting started." Another slap brought a loud gasp.

"I hate you!"

"You're going to love this. You need this. It's been too long...for everything." Slap after slap landed, Mitchell tugging and spanking simultaneously as Daniel's cock grew impossibly in his hands, then as he shoved him over toward the hard solid wood dining room table, he began to alternate between the tugging and slapping, then forced his subordinate over the cool, hard surface. "Let's not forget you're being punished."

"How could I? Bastard."

"That name calling is only getting you in deeper. Or me."

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Daniel wailed as Mitchell paddled his bare backside with the hard palm of his hand, rapid fire swats heating up his hot ass. Daniel raised his head up, biting his lip, as he tried to keep from calling out, but Mitchell was relentless. Over and over and over he punished, paddled, slapped, and occasionally tugged.

"In the short time I've known you, I've dreamed of this. So you just prepare to turn your ass over to me, boy." Mitchell's spanks turned into hard momentary caresses punctuated with loud slaps. Daniel moaned, cried, gasped, tears on his cheeks.

Mitchell stopped. Releasing him he straightened himself up.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please..."

"Please what?" Mitchell pulled his own belt free of its loops. He let the leather caress Daniel's hot ass, as he undid his own pants, freeing his swelling cock, and stroking it to it's full length.

"Please, don't stop!"

The belt cracked across Daniel's red ass, the archaeologist screaming and gasping. Crack, crack, crack. Mitchell had to stop coaxing himself as he held Daniel against the table. Again and again the leather heated the well punished ass until Daniel screamed and shuddered. Mitchell reached down, taking the early pre-cum, working it in, easing his fingers inside Daniel, stroking his gland as he whipped him, then suddenly dropped the belt, grabbed his prey by the hips and buried himself into the hilt, banging him into the table over and over.

"You are so hot, so tight." Mitchell slapped his ass and tugged his cock. "You are so perfectly fuckable, boy. So tight." He pumped him relentlessly as he pounded in from behind, until they both screamed, releasing their tension, Mitchell's hot cum filling Daniel as Daniel's filled his hand.

"Oh yeah." He slapped the punished ass, and fell over on top of him. "Definite tension relief." He laid on top of Daniel as the younger man shuddered, giggled, cried, then slowly eased himself up slapping the hot, wet mounds a few more times. "Who's in charge, Daniel?"

"You are, you son of a bitch."

A resounding whack landed, and Daniel whimpered. "No more, please?"

"Please more." Mitchell whacked him again. "Now, who's in charge?"

"Hate... Ahhhh! Ahhh!" Over and over the spanks landed on the tender flesh, until Daniel sobbed. "You are! You're in charge!"

"Are you going to be good?"

Daniel nodded rapidly. "I'll be good. I promise."

"All right then," Mitchell pulled him up into his arms. "Just you remember that." Cause the next time I have to tell you to be good, it's all spanking, none of the fun stuff. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. So what do I do to get both?"

"Be really, really good." Mitchell kissed him long and hard then guided him down to his knees. Daniel sank to the floor.

"I can be very good."

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