Kms for this title. I had nothing else. Also: Travie is hot as hell as a dom. Also: I'm not good at writing Travie.
Also: Will Beckett is hot as hell as a sub.

Kink: Spanking, Punishment, Grinding/Rutting
Ship: Travie/William
Top: Travie
Bottom: Will
Words: 1141

-78 Oneshots left-

"S-sir, please, I'm sorry," I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as Travie throws me over his lip and smacks my ass.

"Shut the fuck up, Whore." He growls, slapping my ass hard and forcing my head into the sheets, "Told you to quit teasing me when we were out with Gabe. Didn't fucking listen to me, did you?"

I whimper into the covers as he gropes my ass through the tight jeans.

"No, S-Sir," I whimper, my voice cracking in there.

"How many do you think you deserve?" He whispers in my ear. He always asks this because I know my limits better than him and he knows I can take a lot.

"Two-hundred, Sir."

"And?"

"With the belt."

He chuckles a little and finally just pushes me off of the bed, "Two-hundred with the belt. No subspace. You're gonna count each one and use your manners, what's the safeword?"

"Nirvana, Sir." I had nothing else sorry.

"Good. Stand up, bend over the desk."

I quickly comply, folding my hands in front of me and spreading my legs just the slightest and bending over, arching my back a little.

"God, you're so fucking pretty." He breathes, tugging down my jeans and lace underwear, "Disobedient, though."

I hear his belt coming off, slipping from the beltloops and eventually dragging across my skin. Folded in half and ready to strike, intense under the feeling of cool leather on warm skin.

"Ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

It disappears and it's not long before it's come back down and I have to squeeze my eyes shut in pain. It's kind of soft but I know they'll get harder as we go.

"One, thank you, Sir."

The second comes without warning and he waits at least a full thirty seconds before he continues with a third.

"Three, thank you, Sir."

At ten lashes, each disorganized and out of rhythm, my ass is beginning to sting pretty bad but I know I can take it. I've taken two hundred before.

Fifty lashes go by and despite the fact I really don't need it, Travie takes a break for water.

"You doing okay, Love?" He asks. He knows it hurts enough as it is and I don't need any degrading along with it.

"Yes, Sir," I say once I've had about a quarter bottle of water and I've bent back over the table.

"Your ass is so fucking red." He breathes, massaging the sensitive skin.

"Thank you, Sir." I whisper, shutting my eyes.

"One hundred and fifty left to go, ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

***

The last fifty are always the worst.

My ass is red and bruised and it's really starting to hurt, not in a good way. No matter how much I want Travie to, he won't fall into a rhythm. Each strike has been too long or too short and I never know when it's coming. When he'll strike.

Smack

"Fifty, thank you, Sir."

We'd taken a break at one-hundred so he could get some water and he let me restart my counting.

Smack

"Fifty-one, thank you, Sir."

Travie lets out a long sigh and I can tell he's upset with me and he's probably gonna talk with me after this about "appropriate behavior in public." I'm really not sure why I teased him so much, probably for some sort of reaction.

"Fifty-t—"

Smack.

"Fifty-two and fifty-three, thank you, Sir."

"Stop counting."

I obey, shutting my mouth and placing my head against the desk. So I can relax a little, it really does hurt a lot and not in a good way. It's not very often when I stretch my limits like this.

"Why did you tease me in public when I told
You not to?"

Smack.

"I wanted a reaction out of you, Sir."

Smack.

"So you wanted to be punished?"

Smack.

"I wanted attention, Sir."

Smack!

I whine at how hard that one is.

"I told you not to do that. You can have all the attention you want if you just ask."

Smack.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Smack.

"Shut the fuck up, Whore."

Smack.

Travie continues for another... I'm not sure, I've lost count. But he continues to hit me with the belt, over and over and over again. It continues to get harder and harder until I'm sure I'll have to safeword soon. It's on my lips. On my mind.

But he finishes before I get the chance.

I hear Travie drop the belt and softly sink into the desk, tears falling down my eyes.

"Get the lotion from the bathroom and I'll let you cum tonight, Understood?"

I nod a little.

He smacks my ass with his bare hand right onto a cluster of bruises. Making me sob out in pain.

"Is that understood, Slut?"

"Yes, Sir, it's understood."

I slowly stand up straight, stretching a little due to my protesting muscles but I manage to go to the bathroom and grab lotion, returning soon after.

Travie bends me over his lap, massaging the lotion onto my ass and hushing me gently as I look for some sort of reassurance. I need to know I did well, that was two-hundred, more than I've done in a while. Was it okay?

As if he can read my mind, Travie replies.

"I'm so proud of you, took everything like I asked." He says.

"Thank you." I whisper.

He kisses my cheek and leans back slightly, balancing on his hands.

"You may cum."

The command doesn't reach my mind immediately, but as soon as it does, my eyes widen and I immediately pull my hands towards my aching cock.

"No," he snaps, "Don't use your hands."

My eyes widen and I lower my head slightly in shame and humiliation. It takes a moment but after working up the will, I begin rutting against his leg, my length getting as much friction as possible.

"Good boy." Travie breathes, watching as I bury my face between my arms in embarrassment.

"Look at me."

I comply after a moment, wincing.

"God, you're so good, so fucking good." Travie says, "Come when you want."

I come as soon as possible, eager for it to be over with and staining his jeans white as I cry out, squeezing my hands together. My back arches at the feeling.

"You did so good, I'm so proud of you." He pulls me close and bites down on my lip before letting go and laying beside me.

"Love you, Bilvy."

"Love you, too." I whisper.