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Chapter 1
Shane learned quickly that Devon Ranaweera was a very strict dom. One of the first things he told Shane when they became serious was that he enjoyed spanking. But it wasn’t necessarily sexual enjoyment.
He liked the power he felt when he made a young man like Shane squirm with just a stern look or with the tone of his voice. He loved the feeling of a bared butt over his lap, reddened and trembling in helpless anticipation for the next time his hand, either alone or armed with an implement, would land another harsh swat; powerless to do anything but take it. He relished the pitiful sounds of a penitent boy, willing to say anything to make the spanking stop. And he loved gently pulling that same, beautiful boy into his arms and drying his tears; comforting him, but also promising that he will not hesitate to do it again should he decide it necessary.
Dev loved control and he loved a sub who was willing to surrender it. He soon found that in Shane. Shane surprised both of them by being willing to surrender more than most. After all, not many eighteen-year old boys were willing to be locked in a cock cage with no promise of it ever coming off. Shane only experienced a genuine orgasm when Devon chose to allow it and felt that he had earned it. Such occasions had been extremely rare.
After Shane agreed to be a participant in this new dynamic, it was nearly three months before Dev removed the small, metal cage imprisoning his dick and let him have as many orgasms as possible throughout the night. The next morning, Dev reminded Shane of his place in their relationship with a sound spanking with a small paddle and his hand, then locked his manhood away.
The first punishment spanking Shane earned was a month before this. One rule Dev had for Shane involved his time at the studio. Like almost all dancers, Shane had a tendency to push his body to the breaking point; rehearsing and exercising for hours, even after everyone else had left. So Dev decided that one of their rules would be to limit Shane’s extra training time to no more than one hour a day. If Shane felt that he needed an extra hour, he had to call and receive permission from Dev first.
Then Shane got a nasty cold. Dev gave him very strict orders not to push himself any harder than absolutely necessary to keep himself in shape. He even got Allen involved who told the instructor to dismiss Shane thirty minutes earlier.
Shane had protested - even argued and stomped his feet - but that only earned him two dozen swats on his bare bottom from Dev’s hand and fifteen minutes kneeling in the corner with his spanked bottom on display.
For four days, Shane cooperated. He resisted the urge to sulk or try to change Devon’s mind. But then, Shane started to feel better. He even went to Allen, hoping to get permission from him to stay through the class.
But Allen still had concerns about the congestion in his lungs and that the weatherman had been predicting all morning that a storm would be hitting the city that afternoon. If Shane stayed, there was a good chance he’d get caught in it on his way to his and Devon’s apartment, and that could make Shane’s cold much worse.
So, Shane was forced to resort to plan B. He pretended to leave when he should have and hid in a mostly forgotten storage closet for an hour until everyone had left. He only meant to stay about forty-five minutes, giving him plenty of time to get back home before Dev got off work, but Shane lost track of time; getting lost in the dance. He looked at the clock to realize that it had been nearly two hours.
Even if he called an Uber or somehow managed to catch a taxi, like he’d planned, Dev would certainly be home and Shane would be busted. If he ran and cut through Johnston and River Parks and behind the Blakewood apartments, he had a chance.
He only got a third of the way when that storm finally hit; and with it, came a deluge of icy rain and harsh wind. By the time Shane got to the apartment, he was soaked to the skin and his hands were stiff and numb, and to make it even worse, Dev’s car was in the parking lot.
He trudged inside and took the elevator up to the beautiful penthouse apartment Dev was able to afford with his prestigious career. The whole way, he debated on whether the storm or his boyfriend would be worse to face.
When the elevator doors opened, Dev was in the hall pacing, cell phone pressed to his ear. Relief flooded his face when he saw Shane. “Never mind, Allen, he just walked in. Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”
He hung up and the relief turned to anger. His eyes had lightning bolts shooting though them and Shane knew he was furious because he didn’t say a word as he stormed over to him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into their apartment.
He didn’t release his grip as he marched to the bedroom, snatching a change of clothes before pulling him into the bathroom. He turned on a hot shower and proceeded to undress Shane; stripping the wet clothes from him in such a determined manner, Shane was surprised none of them tore. Once Shane was naked, Devon nudged him into the shower before yanking his own clothes off and joining him.
But this wasn’t like their usual, shared showers. Dev didn’t kiss him or touch him like he usually would. He washed Shane’s chilled body more like it was an inanimate object. He was still gentle, but his hands were clinical; only focused on getting Shane warm and clean.
When Shane tried to touch him, Dev would merely bat or move his hands away. Shane struggled not to cry, but he soon couldn’t help it. Guilt was setting in over disobeying and worrying his boyfriend and he needed assurance that Dev would forgive him. Tears spilled silently down his face, mixing with the shower water streaming down.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dev asked with concern when he noticed a minute or two later.
It was hard for Shane to speak around the lump in his throat. “I-I… You’re a-acting l-like you don’t l-love me anymore. Y-you aren’t talking o-or looking at me. I-I know I screwed up… I’m r-really sorry! P-please d-don’t h-hate at me!”
Dev tugged Shane to him, gently hugging him. “Shush. Shush. I still love you, Shane. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I am upset that you disobeyed, but no matter what, I won’t ever stop loving you. Mostly, I was just freaked out because I had been so worried and you were soaked and freezing. I was so focused on fixing that, I didn’t realize.”
Shane slowly calmed down. Dev pulled away only a little, washing him while still holding onto him, continuing to talk in soothing, but also firm tones.
“Now, this doesn’t mean you don’t have a punishment coming. Trust me, I plan on making it a memorable one. But since I want you in bed within an hour, I'm only going to give you a short spanking tonight. You won’t be going to class or the studio tomorrow or Friday. And don't even bother asking about doing any dancing this weekend. After running in that storm, I will be amazed if you didn’t make your cold worse. If you are up to it, you will receive your full punishment on Saturday or Sunday. Any questions?”
Shane hated the idea of missing all that precious rehearsal time, but regretted his behavior enough that he couldn’t bring himself to protest. Besides, his chest felt tight and his head was pounding. He shook his head miserably.
Dev pulled Shane’s head to his chest and ran his fingers through his hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Alright. You seem less frozen now. I’m letting you know now, I intend to keep on treating you as I have. Among other things, I am going to dry you off and dress you. I am doing it mostly because I am still worried about you, so I need to take care of you. Some of it will be uncomfortable and unpleasant for you, but tough beans. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Shane had learned that when Dev used that tone, he was in disciplinarian mode and it was best to be as respectful and obedient as possible.
True to his word, Dev did as he said. He gently towel-dried and dressed Shane like he was a child before dressing himself, having Shane sit on the toilet seat while he did so. Shane felt embarrassed and awkward, but endured it silently. Now that he knew that Devon still loved him and was, in fact, doing this out of love, it was easier to tolerate. Shane was too distracted feeling sorry for himself that he didn’t see Dev grab two unusual objects and slip them into his pocket before taking Shane’s hand and leading him back to the bedroom.
Despite the warm room and pajamas, Shane was still shivering slightly; something that didn’t escape Dev’s notice. Dev went over to the dresser and got out a small, thick, wooden paddle. It was specifically designed for over-the-knee spankings. Dev had ordered it when Shane agreed to be Dev’s sub and it was placed on the dresser, waiting to be broken in. He sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned Shane over. “Come here.”
If Shane secretly hoped that by looking small and miserable, that Devon would have a change of heart, he was going to be very disappointed. Once he was close enough, Dev reached out and put his hands on the dancer’s narrow hips, steering him until he was standing between Dev’s knees.
“Look at me.”
Shane forced his eyes up to meet his boyfriend’s dark, stern ones.
“Tell me why I am giving you a bedtime spanking with this paddle.”
“Because I disobeyed you a-and stayed at the studio.” Shane confessed, his ears turning red with shame.
“Hm-hm. You also tried to cover it up by running home, despite knowing that we were supposed to get a pretty severe storm. Now, tell me the truth: What route did you take? I’ll make it easy for you - did you go behind the Blakewood apartments? Yes or no.”
Shane gulped and shifted. He was sorely tempted to lie, but didn’t want to risk making Dev even more upset with him. Besides, Devon promised that if he ever lied, that Devon would give him a spanking he’d never forget.
“Y-yes, sir.” Shane whispered, his eyes welling up. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ve already told you numerous times that that is a dangerous neighborhood and that you weren’t to go there under any circumstance, did I not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, not only did you disobey me and risk your health by staying late and running in a storm, but you also disobeyed again and went somewhere I expressly forbid you from, knowing that it too was very dangerous. I am very disappointed in you, Shane.”
A sob caught in Shane’s throat and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.
“But I can see that you are sorry.” Dev’s voice softened and he used his thumbs to wipe away Shane’s tears. “I forgive you and I’m not mad at you, okay?”
Shane nodded.
“After your punishment, the slate will be wiped clean and we won’t have to mention it again, unless you decide to repeat it. I spank you to motivate you to not do this again. Tonight’s spanking is for not leaving the studio when you were supposed to and not coming straight home. We will address the other offences later.”
He tugged down Shane’s pajama bottoms, letting them pool around his ankles before guiding him over his left knee, letting him rest his upper body on the bed behind him. He set the paddle aside and took out the little packet of lube and a rectal thermometer from his pocket. He applied a small amount of lube to his pinkie before spreading Shane’s butt-cheeks and gently inserting his lubed finger into the teenager’s entrance.
Shane gave a little jerk and yelped in surprise. “D-Dev? W-what?”
“I am going to take your temperature. Now, hold still.”
“B-but, Dev… No, please, don’t!” Shane yelled, his bottom clenching and wiggling.
“It’s part of your punishment, Shane. You acted like an irresponsible, little brat. Being sneaky and running in the rain, deliberately breaking rules that are meant to keep you safe… I will treat you how you behave. Little boys who can’t follow the rules and make safe choices, can’t be trusted to shower alone or dress themselves. And when they are sick, they get their temperature taken like this. Now, hold still and be a good boy, or you’ll earn extra spanks.”
Shane whined despondently as the cold instrument replaced Dev’s finger, but obeyed and let his body lay limply over Dev’s knee. Dev held it in for a few minutes before finally removing it.
“You already have a fever of 100.8. We’ll have to keep an eye on it.”
He set the thermometer aside to disinfect later and picked the paddle back up, tapping it against the pert, pale bottom. A part of him couldn’t wait to see that beautiful skin marked and red, dancing around from the sting.
“I’m starting now. I want you thinking about why you are getting this spanking and what you should have done instead.”
Devon didn’t believe in warm-ups, especially for punishment spankings. Besides, he wanted this particular spanking to take no longer than ten minutes at the very most.
From the first smack, he took no prisoners. Shane squealed and twisted, but Dev held him in place as he began laying on layer after layer of spanks.
Dev used his right leg to pin down Shane’s feet as he switched up the rhythm of the spanks and Shane began kicking. Before, he was giving each cheek one quick spank, then moving to the other side. He decided to switch it up and give each cheek and sit-spot five, rapid-fire smacks in a row.
Shane cried out as the sting grew unbearable and began to burn. His hands tried to sacrifice themselves to protect the now sunburnt-pink bottom. Dev barely missed a beat as he deftly grabbed the flailing hands and pinned them against the small of Shane’s back.
Shane began to shriek and howl in helpless anger as he was held down, forced against his will to take his spanking. The fire beginning to burn in his poor helpless butt was being stoked into an invisible inferno. He kept struggling uselessly and Dev let him; aware that he’d eventually just exhaust himself.
After about four minutes, Dev showed some mercy and slowed down, but only so Shane could answer his questions.
“The next time you are told to leave the studio at a certain time, will you be obedient, Shane?”
Shane was wiggling and arching up as he tried in vain to escape that evil paddle. “Y-yes! Plea- OW! Please, no more! Ahh!”
“What happens to naughty boys who disobey and try to be sneaky?”
Shane growled, not liking the patronizing question and frustrated that he couldn’t escape. His attitude was answered with two sharp spanks to his thighs. That drew a pained yelp from him and his legs stomped the floor.
“You better answer me.” Dev demanded, punctuating his words with another pair of smacks overlapping the first.
Shane tried to be stubborn - not a good idea, considering Dev’s arm would certainly outlast Shane’s small butt. Dev just shook his head and marched the paddle down one thigh, then the other, before starting again. A third of the way down the right thigh the second time, Shane finally gave in.
“Th-they get spanked!” He yelled.
“Yes.” Dev answered. He moved Shane up higher onto the bed to give himself better access to his boy’s sit-spots. “They get good, hard spankings on their naughty, bare, little bottoms.”
Every word was punctuated with a solid smack with that evil paddle to the parts of Shane’s bottom that hurt the most before Devon began to spank every other part of Shane’s butt. Over his crack, the very top, the outside curves, every inch of his cheeks and down to the middle of his thighs.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Shane wailed. He hated this. He was pinned helplessly; his toes could barely graze the carpet now, so he couldn’t even take out his pain and frustration against the floor, his hands could only grasp at the air.
Tears ran down his face as he wished he could go back and do this day over. He’d leave when he was supposed to and call an uber to take him. He would have come home, dry and been able to take a relaxing bath before starting on preparing dinner. Dev would have come home and would have been happy. They would have curled on the couch after dinner and made out during a movie on the couch and maybe Dev would have carried him to the bedroom to take him slow and deep, maybe he would have even taken the cage off and let him cum. Even if he didn’t, Shane just loved the feeling of Dev inside him; that would have been enough.
But no, he had to be bad. He had to scare Dev to death and make him angry. Now, instead of Dev making sweet love to him, Dev was making his butt black and blue. And he could do nothing but lay here and submit to it and pray that Dev would stop soon.
“Stop! St-stop! AUGH! Please! Ahh! OW! OW! It hurts! It hurts! OWIE! OW-AH! Please!”
Dev ignored him and continued on; after all, naughty boys don’t get to stop their spankings. Dev would stop when he decided Shane was well and truly sorry, not when Shane thought so. Finally, Shane stopped pleading and surrendered. His body went limp except for a few knee-jerk reactions and he wept without restraint into the blanket.
Dev stopped and studied the beet-red, adorable bottom. He was right, it looked even more delectable red and quivering over his lap. Shane didn’t move, waiting meekly for Dev to continue. He had a feeling that Shane would now take whatever Dev chose to give him. While the little butt was definitely red and agonizingly sore, the skin was unbroken and the bruising wouldn’t be extensive, especially once Dev rubbed some cream on it. It could take what Dev had planned to drive the lesson home.
Dev released Shane’s hands. “Put them in front of you and hold onto this.” He handed Shane the paddle.
“I’m going to finish up with my hand. I want you to focus on the paddle and count and thank me for each spank. Understood?”
“Y-yes.” Shane sniffed.
Devon gave his bottom a hard smack, drawing a pained mewl from Shane. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. You better say sir after each number and thank you, unless you want more with that paddle.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dev planted the first heavy smack on the top part of Shane’s left cheek.
Shane gasped. “One, sir. Thank you sir.”
The next smack landed immediately on the opposite cheek.
“Two, sir. Thank you, sir.” He looked behind him at Dev in pleading desperation, his little bottom clenching in anticipation. He couldn't believe how hard Dev's hand was.
“Keep those eyes on that paddle.”
Shane grimaced as he studied every grain in the polished wood.
“Three, sir. Thank you, sir.”
This continued on. After ten, Dev paused again. “I want you to kiss that paddle in gratitude for its part in disciplining you.”
Shane’s lips curled. He hated the paddle. He wanted to burn it, not kiss it!
“If you are ungrateful, then clearly you haven’t learned yet. It can continue to teach you until you do.” Dev made to reach for the paddle.
“No!” Shane exclaimed desperately. “No, sir. Please, I’m grateful!” He pressed his lips to the wood.
“Good boy.” Dev praised him. “Ten more. Count them like before.”
Shane submitted to the remainder of his discipline, silent tears rolled down his face as he counted each burning smack and uttered his thanks. It was even more awful due to how spaced out these spanks were. He would feel each one from initial, terrible sting, to fading burn that made him feel every inch of his burning, throbbing butt. But with each one he found himself genuinely meaning it. The guilt he’d felt from the moment he had seen Dev’s worried face was melting away.
He was grateful that Devon was taking the time and energy to take care of him. From bathing and dressing him, to taking his temperature - yes - even spanking him.
“Eight, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“N-nine, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Ten, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Dev gave the well-spanked bottom a few rubs and pats. Shane winced as the sensitive skin chafed under the gentle touch, but didn’t complain. “Alright, you can stand up now.”
Shane eased himself up gingerly. His face was blotchy and soaked and sticky with tears. His eyes were red and glossy. Dev hugged him gently.
“You took that very well, Shane. I’m very proud of you.”
Shane slowly picked up Dev’s right hand and shyly brought the palm to his lips. He planted a light, reverent kiss on the slightly red and tingling hand.
“Thank you, sir, for spanking me.” Shane said a bit bashfully.
Shane’s sweet demonstration of gratitude aroused Devon greatly, stealing the air from his lungs. He shoved that aside though and pulled his adorable boyfriend into his lap.
“You are welcome. Even though a part of me enjoys it, I wouldn’t do it at all if I didn’t believe it was for your own good. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Shane murmured into his neck.
He gave Shane some water before having him stand up and pulling up his pants, careful not to chafe the sore bottom. Shane still mewled softly when the cotton brushed against his thighs.
“I’ll put some lotion on it in an hour or so.” Dev promised as he tucked Shane in. Shane laid down on his stomach. His butt and thighs throbbed in time with his heart beat and it still burned like a really bad sunburn. Now that the spanking had ended, it was no longer unbearable, in fact, it was almost a comforting feeling now,
“Okay.” He mumbled drowsily; his eyes growing heavy. “Stay though, please.”
Dev nodded and climbed onto the bed next to him, sitting against the headboard.
“Go to sleep.” He told Shane as he began to gently run his fingers through his hair.
Shane nodded, shifting closer to Devon before drifting off.
End Chapter
Hope you enjoyed. please, let me know what you think. unless it is to tell me that you don't like the subject matter, I gave clear warnings at the beginning. I am not promoting this kind of relationship in real life, I just like writing about it.