Title: Raspberry Swirl
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 18, Paddle
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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"What did I tell you that I was going to do if you tried anything stupid again?" Jack told the Doctor as the two of them entered the Tardis and went to the console. "I meant it, Doctor. You could have gotten yourself killed out there. You have to stop being so damn noble."

"What was I supposed to do, Jack?" the Doctor demanded, straightening up after he'd pressed a few buttons on the console and resting his fists on his narrow hips. "Just let that planet be taken over by a species that would enslave it? I couldn't stand back and let that happen."

"So you put yourself at unnecessary risk," Jack told him, his voice tight and controlled. "I told you what I'd do if I thought you were being stupid, Doctor. I meant it. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson. Maybe it won't but I'm going to do it anyway."

"No, you are not!" the Doctor yelped, moving away from Jack and holding out his hands in front of him as though that would be enough to ward Jack off. "I didn't give you any kind of permission to do such a thing, Jack Harkness! If you even try, I'll --"

The Time Lord's words were abruptly cut off as Jack approached him and lifted him onto one shoulder as if the Doctor weighed no more than a feather. The Time Lord kicked and struggled, beating his fists against Jack's back in vain as the other man headed for the corridor leading to their bedroom.

"Jack, put me down! Put me down right now!" The Doctor sounded enraged, though he could do nothing to break Jack's grip. He renewed the pounding on Jack's back, but the other man's grip on his legs only grew tighter -- with a hand placed on his ass to add insult to injury.

"If you don't put me down right now I'll --" The Doctor's words were cut off yet again as Jack entered their bedroom, tossing the Doctor down onto their bed and standing over him with hands on hips, glaring down at him with a stony expression on his features.

"I meant it, Doctor," he said again, his voice tense. "You're going to get something that you've deserved for a long time. Maybe it'll teach you to listen to me and stop putting yourself in danger when you know damn well you don't need to do it."

Jack sat down on the bed while the Doctor was still trying to catch his breath, reaching for the Time Lord and hauling the other man across his lap before the Doctor could say anything. The only sound he emitted was a shocked gasp when Jack reached under him.

The immortal's nimble fingers fumbled with the fastening of the Doctor's jeans for a few seconds before getting it undone and yanking the other man's pants down in one quick movement. His other hand splayed across the Time Lord's back, holding him down gently but firmly.

"I'm looking forward to this, actually," he said, his voice low and husky. "There's something really sexy about the thought of paddling this gorgeous ass until it's red." He ran his hand over the curves of the Time Lord's ass, stroking the soft skin, fingers tracing down the cleft.

The Doctor merely whimpered, struggling to get up. "Jack, I won't do anything stupid again. I promise. I --" His words stopped as Jack's hand pressed down on his back a little more firmly, the other man's hand coming down on his bottom in a sharp slap.

"Be still, Doctor. You deserve this for scaring the hell out of me, and putting your life in danger when you didn't need to." He moved his hand over the Time Lord's firm bottom again, his eyes taking in the rounded curves, his gaze almost caressing the other man's body.

He reached for the drawer of the bedside table, opening it and rummaging inside for a few moments. The Doctor couldn't see what he was doing, but his ears were attuned to the sound; he wondered what his boyfriend was going to do, and if it would hurt.

When the wooden paddle came down on his backside, the Doctor's reaction was immediate. He yelped and squirmed in Jack's lap, his long, slender fingers clutching at the sheets. Jack continued to hold him down, not too forcibly, but not allowing him any leverage to get up.

Another swing of Jack's arm; another crack of the paddle against the Doctor's ass. "Jack, stop!" the Time Lord pleaded, squirming more violently, obviously wanting to get to his feet but unable to. "That hurts!" He sounded desperate, breathless.

"I'm not going to stop until I'm good and ready," Jack ground out through clenched teeth. "I don't like hurting you, Doctor, but dammit, you need to know that the things you do have personal consequences, too. I'm not going to let you put yourself at risk without punishing you for it."

Again and again the paddle came down on the Doctor's bottom; by the time Jack stopped, his skin was a deep raspberry red, the burning sensation starting to spread down to his thighs, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Time Lord was breathing in deep gasps, almost choking on his tears.

Jack sat there, looking down at what he'd done; had he gone too far with this punishment? The Doctor was trembling so violently that he was surprised the other man didn't fall off the bed; Jack wouldn't have been surprised if his lover wouldn't let himself be touched again.

But now was the time for healing, for comfort. He reached into the drawer again, quickly finding what he was looking for and pulling it out, uncapping the bottle of soothing lotion and squeezing a generous amount onto one hand as he spoke, his voice soft.

"I know that hurt, but I wanted to teach you a lesson, Doc. And honestly, I think you deserved it. You can be such a little brat sometimes," he said with a sigh, already feeling a little regret at what he'd done. "But I might have gone too far, and if I did, then I'm sorry."

The Doctor didn't answer, but he didn't struggle to get up, either. Jack slowly began to spread the soothing lotion over the Time Lord's reddened buttocks, making swirls on the raspberry red of the marks he'd left, wishing that he hadn't paddled his lover quite so vigorously.

"I didn't expect this," the Doctor mumbled, twisting his head around to look up at his lover, a reproachful look in his eyes. "If you're going to punish me for something, Jack, I wish you'd realize just how strong you are and try to be a little more gentle about it."

Jack leaned back on the bed, moving up to the pillows before he placed his hands under the Doctor's arms and hauled the other man up on top of him so that they were face to face, with the Doctor's slender, half-naked body sprawled on top of his own fully clothed one.

"I should try to make this up to you, shouldn't I?" he murmured, one hand stroking up the Time Lord's back, pushing his t-shirt up. "Maybe this isn't the best time, but do you think I can take a rain check? I'm sure I can think of something you'd enjoy."

He could tell that the Doctor was trying not to smile, but the corners of his lips twitched, turning up slightly. "Even when I should be angry at you for doing something like that, I can't be," he whispered, lifting a hand to stroke Jack's cheek. "Permission granted."

"Sorry I hurt you," Jack murmured, pulling at the Doctor's t-shirt to lift it over his lover's head and toss it to the floor. "But you deserved it, Doctor. You need to realize that you can't risk your life like that. You're too important. To the universe -- and to me."

"I'll try not to do it again, sweetheart," the Doctor told him, his voice soft and husky. "But next time, try not to make the lesson you want to teach me about risking my life so .... physical, will you?" he added, wincing slightly. "That really did hurt."

"I promise to make it up to you," Jack told him, taking the Doctor's face between his hands and gazing into his lover's eyes. "I don't know how just yet, but I will. And I promise that next time I punish you for anything, I'll remember that you're a delicate vessel."

Those words brought a peal of laughter from the Doctor -- laughter that was quickly silenced by the gentle pressure of Jack's mouth on his. It only took a few moments for the two of them to be lost in that kiss, their bodies melding together as surely as their hearts already were.

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