Firmly In Hand 4

Switching Tactics

by Angelique

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asa/angelique/firmly04.php
Summary: Daniel acts out off world when he can hardly control his desire and receives a lesson in patience over Cameron's knees
Info: Intense, lust filled punishment. Spanking, switching, whipping, otk

Switching Tactics

Mitchell decided it was time to switch tactics with Daniel Jackson. They'd borrowed O'Neill's cabin for the weekend in an attempt to get away to themselves and not have to worry about phone calls or scouts selling cookies. Nothing like spanking Daniel hot and horny, getting ready to totally consume the little slut, just to have the phone ring and break all the atmosphere.
Mitchell had come up with this idea on their off world mission yesterday. Daniel had so deliberately disobeyed his orders as they were going through the dark woods. He'd been so tempted to take down the archaeologist's BDU's, plop down on the nearest tree trunk and give Daniel Jackson the hiding of his life.

But he really didn't want to have to explain the raging hard on that would have surely followed to Teal'c and Sam. He was pretty sure they would have cheered on the thrashing, however, as Teal'c had threatened to do pretty much the same.

"I think it is time that Daniel Jackson become familiar with the many uses of a tree branch." Teal'c had purred menacingly.

"I'll gladly hold him down," Sam had offered.

Mitchell had smiled. Oh yeah. And he was still smiling.

"Why are you smiling," Daniel asked warily as they left the cabin.

"I'm not smiling."

"Yes you are."

"Oh, I was just thinking about something Teal'c said yesterday."

"What did he say?"

"Just hold on and I'll demonstrate it for you down an the creek."

"Oooooh kay." Daniel led the way. In the last nine years he'd become very familiar with Jack's secluded hideaway.

Mitchell watched the tightly clad ass in front of him all the way down the path to the creek. Perfect. At the side of the creek bed was a large boulder and a fallen tree.

"Far enough, Daniel." Mitchell gave him a gentle shove knocking him on his ass into the creek. Daniel looked up shocked.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Get up."

"What?"

"I'm going to demonstrate what Teal'c said."

"Teal'c said to knock me on my ass?"

"No, he said someone needed to introduce you to the fine art of a good old fashioned switchin'." Mitchell's southern accent sang as he reached up a cut a branch off a tree. He quickly stripped the branch off and tested it's flexibility. "Oh, yeah. This'll do fine."

Daniel looked intrigued. "So why knock me in the water?"

"The water will intensify the stinging."

"Do you really think I'm going to let you do that?"

"Let's face it, Daniel. We both know you want it. I can see that little, lusty, slutty gleam in your eye. So make it easy on us both and lay that soggy, sweet ass of yours over this here boulder."

"But..."

"Daniel, resistance is only going to bring punishment without pleasure."

Daniel stood up dripping wet.

"You want this?"

Daniel bit his lip and nodded.

"Want a safe word?"

Daniel shook his head. "Make it pretty real. I know I was out of line yesterday."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Daniel nodded.

"Why?"

"Hoping for something like this. I'm sorry. I just couldn't control myself. I wanted you so badly."

Mitchell grinned and nodded at the boulder. "Well your wait is over, Danny boy. You'll get exactly what you deserve."

Daniel started to undo his jeans.

"Let's warm up clothed."

Daniel looked apprehensive but placed himself across the boulder.

Mitchell wasted no time. He laid the heavy switch across Daniel's backside with skill, thrashing him soundly, the sting breaking through the wet jeans, sending hot painful nerves dancing all the way to Daniel's cock as it pulsed against the hard rock.

Daniel flinched every time the switch whooshed through the air, knowing the pleasurable pain would torment him into oblivion. The lashes landed lower across the backs of his thighs. He ground his cock harder against the boulder. The next few landed on his back lightly.

"Ahhhh!"

Mitchell stopped. Reaching under Daniel he unfastened the jeans and pushed them down the well thrashed thighs around the ankles. He raised the flannel shirt up across Daniel's back.

Two dozen light red stripes, already fading, decorated the backside of Daniel's body. Water glistened on the other wise smooth skin, as he pulled Daniel's shoes and clothing the remainder of the way off. When he was down on his knees, he bit Daniel's ass as he massaged the sweet mounds and swelling cock.

"I'm about to teach you a lesson in patience you'll never forget." He promised with a hard slap on the ass as he stood back up.

He pushed Daniel back over the boulder.

"We're you a bad boy, Daniel?"

"I was. I was very bad." Daniel purred and shoved his cock against the boulder. "Are you going to punish me some more?"

"Should I?" Mitchell squeezed the hot pink ass in front of him and sucked on his neck. "Should I punish you, Danny?"

"Yes, please."

Hard hands massaged and squeezed as Mitchell sucked on Daniel's neck and shoulder branding him with his mark. The massaging turned to a firm spanking, which suddenly ended when Daniel nearly came.

Mitchell reclaimed the switch. Running it up between Daniel's legs, he tormented the swollen balls, rubbing them with the smooth switch, then finally back down the legs.

"Yes, please what?"

"Yes, please, punish me."

Daniel hissed as the switching commenced. Up and down the backs of his thighs, his beautiful round mounds, thrash, thrash, thrash, again and again. Daniel moaned and groaned and ground himself against the boulder.
Crack!

"Ahhhhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! No, don't stop," He begged as the switching slowed.

"Why?"

"Please? Please! I was very bad!"

"What else did you do?"

"I got lost!"

"Why?"

"Cause...I saw Teal'c nailing Sam. I watched!"

"You what!!!!" Mitchell switched relentlessly as Daniel squirmed and cried and begged against the boulder.

"They looked so damn hot! I...I couldn't stop watching! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

"Then what did you do?"

"I tried to go back another way, so they wouldn't know I'd been there. I got lost."

"Teal'c nailed Sam?"

"And how. She loved it. She sucked him off. He ate her out. He fucked her hard, every which way he could. They do it all the time. All he has to do is finger her like a bowling ball and she's his slave for hours."

"Like a...you mean he thumbs her clit, finger fucks her G-spot, and puts another in her ass? That's called bridging, Daniel!"

"What ever, she writhes on his hand while he spanks her and sucks her tits. Sometimes he gags her, cause she won't shut up. She rides his fingers until she screams."

"Are you serious?" Mitchell switched harder. "Here I am worried about them discovering us, nearly dying every trip we're gone more than four hours?" He took his frustration out on Daniel's bottom. "Damn them!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Mitchell stopped suddenly, turned Daniel around, shoved him to his knees as he opened his pants, freeing himself. He grabbed Daniel by the hair and forced his straining cock into his mouth, fucking himself mindless in the hot warmth. Daniel struggled to hold onto the strong arms holding his head. Mitchell couldn't stop. He'd waited so long to have this boy, and here Teal'c had been boning Carter into oblivion while he was searching for his own form of release.

"You should have stayed with me." Mitchell pulled his hair harder. "Do you hear me? We could have been having our own..." The thought of taking Daniel on another planet shattered in his mind as he exploded inside his partner."

Daniel moaned and drank him down, tears on his face, straining not to release until given permission...yet permission still did not come. When Mitchell settled, he took Daniel's arms and pulled him up leading him to a nearby log. Sitting on the rough log, he pulled his little slut over his lap, legs just wide enough to force their cocks together.
Taking Daniel's leather belt from the loops of his discarded jeans, he tied the boys hand together behind his back. Next he folded his own belt in half and used it to torment Daniel, tracing up and down the naked red splotched creamy white body. The gentle tracing slowly and deliberately turned to a gentle whipping.

"Not only were you bad getting lost, you never told me the other half of our team was off getting...off...when we could have been doing the exact same thing. Boy you are about to get the whipping of your life."

"I'm not sorry!" Daniel yelped as the belt landed harder, the friction of their pounding cocks rubbing into a heated passion to equal the hot fire burning on his ass as Mitchell whipped him into a frenzy with the belt in one had and fingered him into mindless oblivion with the other. He had no idea, when it started or what the Colonel was using to prepare him, but the combination of sensations took over until thought barely existed.
Daniel cried out again, and again, his cock straining, trapped between hard thighs and Mitchell's continually swelling cock. The fingers stroking, punishing, the belt tormenting.

"I have to come!"

"You will not come! Not until I'm done with you." Thrash, thrash, thrash, his skin grew impossibly hotter, his mind exploding, the sunshine growing dim, his guttural scream filling the forest as the thrashing stopped, his knees sunk into the leaves, his body thrown over the log. Mitchell was now behind him, filling him, fucking him, fucking his cock against the rough log, fucking, fucking, fucking, fuck....ING...SCREAMMMMMMINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
When Daniel came to, Mitchell was still draped over him, still panting, still filling him, but spent and satiated. They lay like that for the longest time. Mitchell's arms wrapped around him, until the older man pushed himself upward and slapped his ass.

"Wake up, boy."

"NO!"

Daniel hissed as a hard broad hand punished him over and over and another took hold of his cock firmly.

"Yeah, you still got a little fight left in you." Mitchell tugged and spanked, squeezed and punished, pulled and pleasured, spanking, spanking, spanking, building a momentum of passion Daniel had not been aware could still possibly exist until the last bit of defiance burst free.

Mitchell turned him onto his back across the log, his shoulders resting in the leaves, as his masterful mentor sucked and licked him completely clean. The patterns of the leaves overhead sheltered him, faded in and out of his conscious as he climaxed a third time.

The next bit of awareness came as he realized his naked body was across Mitchell's shoulder, one broad hand firmly across his hot bare ass to balance him. He could feel Mitchell's broad back against his chest, he could see the gorgeous jean clad ass...and he could see Mitchell's other hand clutching several of the long switches as they made their way back up the path to the cabin.

It was going to be a blissful evening.