Spanking stories

Under his control

———— Aaron Hothner, Spencer Reid.

This story has sexual content.

Hotch looks at me sternly as he removes his black jacket from his broad shoulders. I bite my lower lip. 

"I want to see those hands." He orders. 

"Hotch..." 

"Next time don't act like a brat and then they won't treat you like one. Your hands, now." 

I extend my arms towards him. With his red tie he quickly ties my wrists, in a knot that I know I can't untie. Then he ties my hands, leaving them above my head, to the back of the bed. I'm face down, which means I can't see anything but the painted wooden wall. 

I let out a moan of surprise and protest as I feel my belt being unbuckled and my pants pulled down. 

"Hotch, don't-" 

"If you don't stay quiet, I'll gag you too." He tells me, seriously, while he pulls down my blue boxers. "Tell me what's going to happen now." 

"You're going to beat me up for disobeying..." 

"That's what I wanted to hear." 

His large, firm hands rest on me for a few seconds before unbuttoning my gray shirt. I feel my skin crawl from his touch, his warm hands. He makes the shirt fit only on my arms, pulling it down my back and over my head. He stays there, rubbing against my neck. 

"Now I want you to stay quiet, pretty boy. Quiet." 

"Yes sir." 

His hand grabs my left ankle and ties it to the bottom post of the bed. Repeat the same with my right ankle. I am tied crosswise, only my arms are up. One of his hands runs down my leg until it reaches my pelvis. Apply pressure, massaging the area. Soon I feel a blindfold come to rest over my eyes and he ties it tightly.

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I've been spanked before. I mean, Hotch has spanked me before as punishment. In fact, he did it at my house once, because I was staying late at work and not sleeping. He had to take me to my apartment, he stayed the night and in the morning he hit me. That was the first time anyone punished me, and since then Hotch has taken all the confidence in the world to spank me, and he also takes responsibility for me when I make a mistake. The point is, I've been punished this way before, but somehow today it feels more painful and I feel more like a brat than other times.

 "Spencer, I asked you something." 

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"I'm sorry sir!" 

"Why did you disobey my direct orders? I explicitly told you what to do and you decided to do the opposite, act just as I told you not to act." 

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"Answer to me." 

"I don't know! I just felt like it. I thought it was the right thing to do, my instinct was greater than my desire to obey you, sir. I thought that would accomplish something..." 

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And you think that's a reason? A good reason?" 

"No." 

"No what?" 

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"No sir, it wasn't a good reason!" 

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I feel more and more dominated. Both Hotch's attitude and actions show me how little power I have in our relationship. It's obvious that he's in charge, and every time he punishes me he shows it. It's not abusive, of course, but it is authoritarian. Anyway, I decided to trust him and his discipline. That's what I'm doing.

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I can't kick, but if I could, I would. Burns! And not a little, after so many slaps in the same area the itching begins to be constant. But he stops. I can breathe normally now.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be a good boy for you."

"Just for me, huh?"

"Yes sir."

He unties me with a loving care that he always shows by beating me up. I let him hold my waist with his hands, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

"That's it. Now, how about we take care of another problem?" 

His suggestive tone and the tight area in his pants confirm to me what he means: we are going to love each other deeply, very intimate. 

"I think it's a good idea, sir." I whisper, looking at his lips. 

He squeezes my hips as I sit on the bed, moving down to squeeze my bare thighs. He brings his face closer to mine, crashing his lips against mine in a passionate and intense kiss that I do not hesitate to accept. My hands unbutton his white shirt, brushing against his warm skin and muscles. Little by little I'm running out of air, but I ignore him to please his needs and undress him. 

"Easy, pretty boy." He laughs, separating. "Don't be so impatient." 

"May I undress you, sir? Please. I've been a good boy for you." 

"Do it." 

He lets my hands move down his body, removing his shirt, belt, and suit pants. He leaves his gray boxers on as he turns me around. His shaky breath hits my ear. 

"Ready?" 

"Yeah." I almost moan, nodding.

"That's how you talk to me now, young man?"

"I'm sorry, sir! Yes sir, I'm ready"

He lines up at my entrance and enters me, giving thrust after thrust. The speed and strength he uses makes me see stars, moaning against the bed. 

"Oh my-" 

His hand closes around my neck and gives me a light squeeze, without stopping the thrusts. Soon I feel him cum inside me and his hand goes between my legs. He starts touching me, which makes me moan even more. 

"Can I cum, sir, please? Fuck. Sir, please." The last thing comes out through my teeth, like a much louder moan. 

"Yeah." 

His authoritative voice gives me chills. I finally cum, though his thrusts resume. I bury my fingers in the sheet and let him gently bite my neck. He can make me everything he wants.

He pulls out of me and places a kiss on the back of my neck, turning me to look me in the eyes. I feel the sweat on my body, his masculine perfume. He smiles and gives me a tender kiss on the lips. 

"I love you." He whispers, caressing my neck. "Are you OK?" 

"Yes I am." 

I direct my hand to his hair and stroke it. He smiles, patting my butt. 

"Ouch." 

My moan makes him laugh, placing a kiss on my jaw with his soft, warm lips. 

"I love you, Spence." 

"I love you too, silly." I smile, putting my head on his chest.

He kisses me again. I really love him.