Tony Stark/Avengers ageplay

Chapter one.

"You said that you would stop drinking!" Steve yelled at me as soon as we entered the private part of the tower.

"Yes I did! But it was just one drink!" I yelled back, crossing my arms and looking at my team members in disbelief.

"Tony, you're a super hero. You need to stop acting like a child and stop the drinking." Natasha said calmly, keeping her face neutral, but staring at me like I was prey.

"But it was ONE drink." I stated angrily. "Not even a whole drink, it got thrown to the floor after two sips!" I yelled, looking angrily at Steve.

"If you have one drink, it will lead to another." Clint said.

"It could be so much worse! I could kill people to release stress! Alcohol doesn't seem too bad now, does it?" I asked, even though, yea, that's kinda bad to say seeing as who we were.

"If you need to reduce stress then come down to the lab with me." Bruce stated, fixing his glasses.

"How much alcohol have you drank after saying you quit?" Steve asked me.

I looked to the floor, shit.

"Uh, 4 maybe?" I said, hoping to sound convincing.

"JARVIS? How much alcohol has Tony consumed since last month?" Natasha asked, making me wince since I knew JARVIS would rat me out.

"Sir has consumed 50 cups of alcohol in the past month. But he neglected the average amount he should have poured and consumed 87 cups." I kept my head down, quickly trying to come up with an excuse.

"They were watered down?" I tried to lie.

Before I could look up I got lifted up and turned sideways, making me look at the rug.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" I yelled, squirming, trying to get out of whoever's grip I was in.

"87? In the last MONTH?!" I hear Steve yell right above me. Only then did I realize that I was laying across his lap.

"Well it wasn't that bad or else you would have found out earlier!" I steamed, trying to squirm out from beneath his arm.

"50 with my hand and 50 with a belt." Steve says calmly. "You're a grown man, so you can handle it." He said as he pulls down my pants and underwear. My jaw dropped as I felt the cold air on my ass. '

He couldn't be? But he...' I thought to myself as a surge of that warm yet odd tingling feeling went through me.

I heard everyone else start to leave the room. "Stay in here." Steve said, finishing pulling down my underwear.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?! Let me go!" I said as my squirming intensifies, realizing that I could very well spill the secret I've kept from them if this continues.

"Something that I should have done a long time ago." He said as he smacks his hand across my left cheek.

The smack rendered me speechless and stopped my squirming. The pain wasn't bad but the sting stuck and the tingling intensified.

"N-No Steve. Please. I'll stop. D-Don't." I pleaded, trying to keep my cool, but I could already feel my headspace creeping in along with other dark thoughts.

"That's what you said last time." He states as he brings his hand down five times hard, fast, and low.

"I promise Steve. Please don't." I said trying to convince him. Truth be told, I was freaking out. The last few times anyone has hit me outside the armor were when I was in Afghanistan and when I was younger at home.

Before I could try to explain, Steve's hand smacked down in a rapid pace.

>- Clint's P.O.V. -<

While Steve was more focus on Tonys ass, I kept watch at Tonys composure.

Steve was half way through the smacks and Tony hadn't even sniffed. He just pleaded softly to be let up.

I thought nothing of it, just assuming it's Starks stubbornness.

I went to the kitchen with my teammates and started making a sandwich for myself, even though I wasn't hungry, I just wanted an excuse out of there for a few minutes.

About 5 minutes later I heard the crack of the belt over flesh and knew that Tonys punishment was half over.

I walked back into the living room and sat back down on the chair.

"Why don't you give Tony a little breather?" I said when Steve as about a quarter done with the belt.

"He's fine." Steve grunted as he slapped the belt against his ruby ass, "hasn't even made a peep."

I nodded, noticing how I haven't heard any more of Tonys pleas for a while.

When Steve was about half way through the belt I heard Tony sniffle and saw him clench Steve's leg a little tighter.

A couple more swats and Tony began to quietly sob.

About a quarter and a half through, Tony started full out sobbing, making everyone but Steve look at each other. Tonys sobs was one of the most heart breaking sounds ever.

When Tony only had about 10 left, he started talking through his sobs.

"S-S-S-Sorry. I-I'm so s-sorry." He sobbed.

Steve stopped for a moment to rub Tonys back. "Almost done."

Steve continued to swat the poor mans ass while Tony kept sobbing apologizes.

When Steve finished he gently picked up the sobbing man, ready to set him on his feet.

Tony grabbed Steve's shirt and plowed himself into his chest, gripping the material with a death grip.

"I'm s-so s-sorry daddy! I d-didn't m-mean to! P-Please s-stop!" Tony sobbed. As soon as he said it, everyone sat up straight.