Firmly In Hand 2

On Command

by Angelique

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asa/angelique/firmly02.php
Summary: Mitchell teaches Daniel the joy of obeying his commands across his knees
Info: A little something as thanks for the comments I've received

When Daniel was naughty, he was really naughty. Like just now when he refused to do anything in the shower...but shower.

Mitchell had ordered him to his knees, but Daniel just pretended he didn't hear him and stepped out of the shower, once he'd finished scrubbing himself and his commander. Oooh, he loved that word. Commander. Command. Command performance.

"Daniel, to the bed."

"Why?" Daniel enjoyed sashaying his perfect ass, still wet from the shower all the way to the bed. He heard the gasp Mitchell couldn't stop.

"Because you being deliberately stubborn."

"And?"

"And you're about to get that paddled out of you."

"Promises."

"You bet." Mitchell grabbed him by the arm and shoved him onto the bed.

Daniel looked up at the tall Colonel, still dripping wet, towel wrapped around his waist, muscles rippling. Daniel felt his cock twitch. He wasn't going to last long. Thank heavens Mitchell played fast and hard.

Daniel stuck a foot out, running it up Mitchell's leg, under the towel, crushing his growing cock under the arch, then suddenly used his toes to pull the towel free.

"Why, Colonel, you appear to be at attention."

"You horny little slut." Mitchell grabbed Daniel's ankle and flipped him over on his stomach. "Your ass is mine." He moved forward as he pulled Daniel's legs to him, dragging his cock against the sheets, until the archaeologist's toes reached the floor. Mitchell pulled a wooden paddle out from under a pillow.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Daniel marveled at the hard wood. Oh he wanted that. He had dreamed of being truly paddled. Cool, smooth wood on his hot little ass.

"Fraternity paddle. Normally it's decorative." Mitchell weighed it in his hand. "Thought I'd do a little decorating of my own." He whacked Daniel across the ass hard.

"Oh, you mother fucking, son of a bitch!" The pain shattered through his mind, too much to be pleasurable.

"Ah, ah! That's please sir, may I have another."

"OWWWWW!"

Oh, he'd wanted this since he was just a young boy in college. Several years behind the other student's he'd never been allowed in a fraternity. But it hadn't stopped him from watching the older guys take it.

"What do you say, Danny?"

"Awww! Please, sir, may I have another?"
"Let's try, spank me again, Colonel, sir."

Whack!

"Colonel, sir! Please spank me again!"

"Close enough!" Whack!

A dozen more whacks heated Daniel's ass like no other punishment ever had. The burning pain twisting his cock to fullness despite his sudden hatred with finding out what a real paddle really felt like used right by a strong authority figure. When it was over, Mitchell dropped the paddle and grabbed Daniel's hips, nearly tossing him onto the bed. Firm hands ignited the fiery blaze across his flesh.

Mitchell stretched out onto the bed. Daniel, teary eyed, horny, ready to burst went immediately about his work, climbing to all fours beside his commander, Mitchell shoving Daniel's head down to his cock.

"Suck me off, you hot little bitch." He punctuated his order with a hot slap across Daniel's ass, now positioned perfectly in reach of his right hand.

Daniel swallowed Mitchell, as deeply as he could, hungrily trying to consume the man, his desire accented by his wiggling hips begging for more stinging pleasure. Every so often Mitchell would oblige him, with a slap that made his cock grow impossibly larger, following with long exquisite torture of his thighs and balls as his strong firm hand explored Daniel.

"Slow down there, boy." Mitchell coaxed. "There's no need to hurry."

"I can't wait."

"Sure you can. Sure you can. Easy, easy. That's an order." He reached under Daniel with his other hand and took his cock firmly in hand, tugging, milking.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Easy, easy. Let's make this last a bit."

"I can't!"

"You will." Mitchell spread his legs, and shoved Daniel over his hard cock locked rigidly between his thighs, rubbing up and down his own swollen balls.

"Now, we're going to have a little lesson in impulsiveness." Mitchell whacked him hard across the ass.

Daniel was so ready to blow. He couldn't take much more of this, but now his cock was prisoner, no end or relief in sight as Mitchell began a steady almost gentle spanking on his already fired flesh. There was no way he could come like this. There was no way he could prevent it.

Every steady whack forced a loud moan and whimper from him as Mitchell lectured, and spanked, and droned on and on about his impulsiveness and how much trouble he was going to be in if he didn't learn to control himself. The words blended with the echo of the swats, their pressure and pain increasing, his cock swelling in unison with Mitchell for surely an eternity. Ten, twenty, thirty spanks. Fifty, seventy....

"You're going to learn to come at my command."

"Fuck you. Ahh! I'm not your dog."

"The next time I tell you to do something you do it." Whack.

"You're going to learn to stay right beside me." Another whack drove their cocks impossibly larger as the friction increased. "You're going to learn to follow my lead. To do exactly what you're told. To come when you're told. You won't do anything without...me." Mitchell was beginning to strain and pant harder as he punctuated each command with a sound swat. "AHHHH."

Slap, slap, slap.

"Do you hear me? Are you listening? Daniel! Your life could depend on it! And I fucking don't intend to lose you!"

Daniel buried his face deep into the mattress, biting the sheets, straining so hard to both come and not to come. His ass was on fire, his cock melted into one with Mitchell. Spank, spank, spank, his vision began to swirl. A low constant moan escaping from both together, long, low, unending, his mind so far gone, completely surrendering to Mitchell, waiting for his very command. Spank.

"Daniel, you won't come until I tell....now! Now, Daniel, now!" They both exploded, Daniel nearly passing out as all vision swirled, their bodies convulsing, hot juice spewing between them, Mitchell spanking every last drop out of them both, every swat forcing their cocks to continue bursting. Ripples of sheer joy rumbled through him, his body, heart, and soul totally surrendered to the other man, breathing only because Mitchell did.

Eventually he became aware of Mitchell speaking, massaging slow circles on his back and hot red ass. "That's my boy. Now that's how you follow orders, Daniel. A few more lessons like that, and we're going to get along just fine in the field."

"Can..can...we do this in the field, too?"

Mitchell laughed. "Teal'c would kick my ass."

"Probably." Daniel gasped; starting to become aware he existed of his own right.

Mitchell's hands ran up and down the tops of his hot red thighs. When had Mitchell spanked there? "Yeah, you're going to learn just how to think as one, if we have to repeat this after every mission."

"Oh, I think...we should repeat this before the next mission." Daniel purred. "I really need work with this."

Mitchell chuckled deeply, warmly. "You may not be my dog, Danny, but you are the hottest little slut puppy I've every known."

Daniel giggled. "I kind of enjoyed coming on your command."

Mitchell laughed, patting his ass warmly. "That ain't all you came on, Daniel."

Next: Taking Orders