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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Kevin_Keller/Sheriff_Keller
  Character:
      Sheriff_Keller, Kevin_Keller
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Parent/Child_Incest, Spanking, Rough_Sex, Corporal_Punishment,
      Handcuffs, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Tree_Sex, Sheriff_Keller_fucks_like_a
      champ, Dom/sub_Undertones
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      Published: 2017-11-09 Words: 3578
****** Necessary Discipline ******
by Maeve_of_Winter
Summary
     When Kevin comes home from a night at Fox Forest, Sheriff Keller
     decides to make sure he never goes back. Written for this_prompt at
     the Riverdale Kink Meme.
Notes
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     Riverdale.
See the end of the work for more notes
Tom resigned himself to waiting in kitchen for Kevin to come home. Despite the
anger simmering within him at his son’s lies, at his defiance, he was
determined to keep his temper in check. He couldn’t risk pushing Kevin away,
not in a dire time like this one.
Your son is lonely, Tom reminded himself whenever his ire began to rise. He’s
desperate. If there’s ever been a time that he needs your help, it’s now.
After a good while, careful footsteps across the back porch signalled Kevin’s
arrival. When he entered through the door, he didn’t see Tom right away, the
darkness of the room preventing him from noticing. But when Kevin turned to
lock the door again, Tom made his presence known.
“It’s late.” Tom couldn’t help a stab of satisfaction when Kevin froze at the
sound of his voice. At least he still knows enough to respect his father.
He saw his son swallow. “Hi, Dad.”
“Where you been?” Tom watched him carefully.
“Betty had this . . . thing.”
It was a pathetic excuse, one that Tom never would have accepted even if he
didn’t know for a fact that Kevin was being dishonest, and it just added fuel
to the current fire of his temper. Tom’s fists automatically curled, but then
he just sighed as he had to  consciously relax them. When had this started?
When had his son begun lying to him, disobeying him without care?
“Don’t lie to me, boy.” Despite Tom’s efforts, anger crept into his voice,
rendering it a low growl. “Betty was here earlier, looking for you. We had a
talk about what you’ve been doing.”
Something in Kevin’s eyes shuttered at that statement, and Tom’s heart
clenched, because he knew what was going on. Kevin was already putting a
distance between them, putting up his walls.
But Tom couldn’t let that happen. If Kevin went on the defensive now, there was
much less of a chance of Tom getting through to him. Kevin was good—too good—at
compartmentalizing, burying his feelings away to avoid dealing with them. But
the memories that brought them about always remained close to the surface,
always making him harder to reach than ever before.
If Tom wanted to make sure that he was safe, that he was all right, he needed
to break down Kevin’s walls, prevent him from hiding the more vulnerable parts
of himself. He needed to show his son that he could be honest with him, that he
didn’t always have to hold everything inside.
Kevin didn’t know how to do that, not on his own. But it was all right: Tom was
there to help him.
Rising from the table, Tom walked over to Kevin, who watched his approach
guardedly, but then looked away when Tom rested a hand on his shoulder, moving
to draw his son close. Tom didn’t miss the way he braced himself at the
contact, stiffening and then pulling away at the offer of comfort. He also
notice the glint of tears of tears in Kevin’s eyes that he was struggling to
hold back.
Worry flooded through Tom as he saw how desperately Kevin needed the comfort he
wouldn’t accept. It was more important than ever that he know he could go to
Tom with his fears and concerns. If he didn’t, they would just wind up in this
same situation again, with Kevin putting himself in danger and Tom being unable
to get through to him.
“It’s all right,” he tried to tell him. “Kev, listen to me. I—” Dammit, he
wasn’t good at this. “I’m here, okay? I know I’m not the most attentive parent
in the world, but I’m here if you need me.”
He moved to embrace him, but Kevin just shook his head wordlessly and turned
away in a silent dismissal.
Frustration shot through Tom, and he had to fight against the urge to say
something he knew he would regret later. It was clear that for the sake of his
own well-being, Kevin’s behavior needed to change. Tom couldn’t allow his son
to think he could defy him and run off to Fox Forest without consequences. And
he also couldn’t allow Kevin continue living inside his own head, to refuse the
affection Tom was offering him. He had to resolve both issues, and fast.
With a decisive nod, Tom reached a conclusion. He knew what he had to do.
“Go outside and wait for me by the pine trees,” he told his son, his voice soft
but firm. “I’ll be out there in just a minute.”
Kevin nodded and complied, slipping out the back door. Tom gathered a few items
he needed and then joined him at the cluster of pine trees at the far corner of
their backyard. It was one of several groves that lined their home, and though
the house was set back from the road, away from any neighborhood, the tree line
provided a great amount of privacy should it be needed.
His son was already standing back against one of the trees, his arms crossed
over his chest protectively and wariness apparent. Tears were still threatening
to spill down his face.
Again, Tom reached for him, and again, Kevin pulled away, refusing to look at
him.
Tom clenched his jaw. He hated seeing his son this way, closed off and
unwilling to let anyone close. But by the end of the evening, he would make
sure Kevin knew he could come to him with his worries.
“Turn around,” Tom commanded him. “Take off your sweatshirt. Lean against the
tree and put your arms around the trunk.”
Kevin tossed him an uncertain glance but did as asked, removing the piece of
clothing before looping his arms around the tree. His hands almost met again at
the other side, just as Tom thought they would, and without wasting any time,
he whipped out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto his wrists, trapping
his son against the tree.
An exclamation of surprise escaped Kevin’s lips, and he automatically reared
back, but the handcuffs held him fast. “Dad! What are you doing?”
Not deterred by his son’s nervousness, Tom didn’t answer right away, instead
placing his hands on either side of his son’s waist and sliding down his
shorts. Kevin gasped as the fabric was pushed away and began trembling as Tom’s
hands ghosted over his hips before moving to gently knead the smooth flesh of
his cheeks.  
“I want you to know that I’m doing this for you,” he murmured to him, leaning
in to make sure his warm breath tickled the back of Kevin’s neck. “I can’t
stand to watch you end up hurt this way.”
Kevin exhaled shakily, and just as he shifted to press back against the touch,
Tom pulled away.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he said quietly, stepping back and
unbuckling his belt to slide it out of its loops. “You’ve disobeyed me, and
there’s a price to pay for that.”
The clink of Tom’s belt buckle brought Kevin to inhale sharply, but he didn’t
object, instead just steeled himself, holding his body tense. His ready
acceptance brought pride to spark inside of Tom, and he gently stroked Kevin’s
shoulder.
“I’m not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt,” he told him softly. “But
if it’s what I have to do to keep you away from that forest, then I’ll put you
here as many times as it takes until you start listening to me.”
With that, he folded his belt in half and swung the strap down across his son’s
ass with a firm THWACK.  
Kevin let out a cry and his entire body jolted, his hips bucking forward to
avoid the belt, but there was nowhere for him to go. Chained up against the
tree, he was completely at his father’s mercy.
“I’ve told you before not to go there,” Tom said, unable to stop from gritting
his teeth in frustration at his son’s defiance. “You didn’t listen.” He brought
the strap down on Kevin again, leading him to instinctively try to pull away.
“I’m hoping that this time my warning might stick.”
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. He raised and lowered the belt with lightning speed, at
first spacing his strikes to ensure licks hit every inch of Kevin’s exposed
ass, but then returning to focus on his son’s tender undercurve, watching it
redden further and further at his actions.
Kevin squirmed, desperately trying to escape from the sting of the strap but to
no avail. He was merely fooling himself with his struggles to get away. The
handcuffs forced him to stay in place and simply accept the spanking until his
father decided that he’d had enough. His breath was leaving his throat in
ragged pants, and he was fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm
him as he was left with no choice but to endure blow after blow as they rained
down.
Noticing his son’s dilemma, Tom paused for a moment to rub Kevin’s shoulder
soothingly, feeling his warm, trembling skin beneath his hand as he did. With
the gentlest of movements, he pressed a soft kiss to Kevin’s neck, and his son
quivered all the harder at the contact. A whimper left Kevin’s mouth as Tom
stepped back again, either from the loss of touch, knowledge of what was to
come, or both. But Tom wouldn’t stop—couldn't stop—the punishment until Kevin
stopped fighting and stopped hiding. If he couldn’t be honest with Tom about
his emotions, how could Tom trust him to be honest about his actions?
Another cry broke from Kevin’s lips as Tom smacked him with the strap again and
then again. His body rocked forwards and backwards in a futile attempt to evade
the oncoming blows. Yet the tears in his eyes still hadn’t spilled down his
cheeks, and until he made the decision to no longer hold back, Tom wouldn’t end
the spanking.  
He shook his head and let out a long exhale. His son always had been a stubborn
one.
“While we’re here, maybe I should tell you what I’m not punishing you for,” he
said as he gave Kevin a series of rapid licks.
Kevin twisted and writhed against the tree trunk, his motions urgent as he
fought fruitlessly to change the angle where the belt snapped across his ass,
trying to relieve the burn of the strap hitting him over and over in one spot.
As a particularly forceful blow stung his flesh, he arched up against the tree,
a low wail tearing from his mouth.
“I’m not punishing you for feeling lonely. I’m not punishing you for having
limited options. I’m punishing you for deliberately defying me. You put
yourself in danger by going to Fox Forest, andI. Will. Not. Have. That.” Tom
accentuated each of the words with an extra hard lash of the belt.
A wet gasp emitted from Kevin’ slips. His shoulders jerked once, twice, and
then he began crying in earnest, his chest heaving almost in time with the
belt’s strikes.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, unable to hold back a whimper as the strap
relentlessly cut into his soft flesh. “I really am sorry, Dad.”
“Good. Because I won’t lose you this way, do you understand?” Tom brought the
belt crashing down onto Kevin’s ass with more force than ever before.
As the rapid succession of smacks only increased, Kevin’s shoulders shook
harder, his entire frame wracking with sobs as his frustrations and anguish
poured out. His vain struggles to escape from his bonds had ended, and now he
simply slumped against the tree and accepted the punishment dealt to him. He no
longer resisted, only flinched helplessly as the strap seared across his ass
again and again, cries and whimpers tearing themselves from his throat.
“Do you understand that?” Tom demanded. “Do you understand that?”
“Y-y-yes,” Kevin gasped out between his sobs, his voice thick with tears.
Finally. They’d reached the conclusion of the punishment, then. Determined to
make sure his point was known, Tom dealt Kevin a final three lashes with as
much force as he could. Then he rushed to pull Kevin’s shorts back into place,
unlock the handcuffs, and take his sobbing son into his arms.
Lowering them down to the ground, he pulled Kevin into his lap, arranging him
so that he could sit as comfortably as possible. Kevin clung to him, slumped
bonelessly with his head against his chest. Tom did not hesitate to reassure
him, pressing his body as close to his own as he could, letting his son take
comfort in his warm and solid form.
“It’s all right. I’m here,” Tom soothed him, rubbing calming circles onto his
back with one hand and holding him tightly with the other. “I’m here for you,
Kev. I’m always here.”
Kevin buried his face into Tom’s neck, his warm tears sliding onto his
collarbone and soaking his shirt, but Tom couldn’t have cared less. He was just
glad his son was now ready to receive the comfort he needed.
“It’s all right to hurt,” Tom murmured to him. “I won’t think any less of you
for it. Please, Kev, tell me when you’re hurting.” He put a thumb under Kevin’s
chin to force his son to look him in the eyes. As he raised Kevin’s head, he
could see the tears trailing down his face, and he leaned in to kiss them away.
“And don’t think that going to that forest is the only way to stop hurting. You
can talk to me.”
Kevin nodded, his voice hoarse and barely even a whisper. “Okay.”
“Good.” Tom tenderly stroked his face, tracing his fingers from his temple down
to his jaw. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t hold back from me. But most of all, don’t
disobey me. Not when it’s about something as important as your safety.” He ran
his fingers through Kevin’s hair, gently massaging his scalp as he did.
Kevin hesitated. “I don’t like having to go to Fox Forest,” he admitted
eventually. “But it’s the only place I have to go, Dad.” Fresh tears began
streaking down his face, and he impatiently brushed them away, shaking his
head. “I don’t have any other choice when it comes to . . .” he trailed off
with a self-conscious shrug and looked away, his face coloring.
Tom nodded slowly. He’d thought it might come to a point such as this one, and
he’d prepared accordingly.
A father needs to do whatever is best for his child.
Gently, he trailed his fingers down Kevin’s spine, smiling as his son shivered
at the touch. “Oh, I think you might have a better choice.”
He drew Kevin into a deep kiss, and it only took a moment for Kevin to all but
melt against him, warm and pliant and desperate for any attention or affection
he could get. A pang struck Tom as he realized how much he’d been neglecting
his son. He should have recognized this need sooner, but he would more than
make up for that now.
He rose from the ground, pulling Kevin up with him, and gently pushed him
against the tree once more, arranging for him to face forwards and hug the
trunk.
“I promise this time will feel better than last time,” he said warmly, and
chuckled when Kevin blushed.
For a second time he drew down Kevin’s shorts, and Kevin let out out a low hiss
at the friction of the fabric moving across his reddened skin.
“I’ll help you put some lotion on that later,” Tom promised him as he reached
into his pocket and withdraw a small bottle of lube.
It had been one of the items he’d grabbed earlier, and now he put it to use,
spreading the liquid across the fingers of one hand and then gently pushing a
few inside of Kevin
“Oh!” Kevin blanched as his father’s fingers entered him, no doubt some of the
pain the result of his earlier spanking. He let go of the tree trunk and would
have stepped back had it not been for Tom’s hand at the small of his back,
holding him firmly in place.
“It’s okay,” Tom soothed him. “I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.” He moved
to wrap Kevin’s arms around the tree again before resuming.
Though his breathing was fast, Kevin nodded his agreement and stood still as
Tom continued to prepare him, only letting out the occasional gasp or whimper
as he was stretched. Within a few minutes, Tom had finished with Kevin and
moved his attention to himself. It didn’t take as long—a palmful of lube up and
down the length of his cock, and he was done.
Gripping his son’s shoulders, he pressed up against him and leaned into whisper
Kevin’s ear.
“I’m going to give you everything that I have,” Tom told him, pushing into him
and relishing in the sharp gasp that tore from Kevin’s mouth. “And once you
know what I can do for you, you’ll never need to go back to those woods.”
With that he began rapidly pounding into him, spearing into as deep as he
could, setting a pace that left Kevin stammering and breathless. With every
thrust Kevin flinched away, the movement no doubt aggravating the skin that was
still sore from the earlier belting. But Tom gripped his hips tightly, holding
him in place with bruising force as he drove in deeper and deeper, refusing to
slow down. He had to prove to Kevin that he could take care of him.   
“D-D-Dad,” Kevin cried out, barely able to form the word between his panting
for breath. “Oh, Dad, please, it’s too much . . .”
“Whatever it takes,” Tom growled, not pausing in his thrusts for an instant.
“I’ll make sure you know you have everything you need with me.”
Kevin groaned in protest, but Tom just sped up more, mercilessly railing into
him, pushing in as much as he could go. It was a brutal pace, but he was giving
his son what he needed, and was gratified when Kevin let out a sharp moan when
one of his thrusts brushed against his prostate.
Tom smirked. “You like that?”
He shifted to angle his cock directly into Kevin’s prostate and hammering into
it relentlessly. The motion ripped piercing wails from Kevin’s throat as he was
besieged by the intensity of having his prostate battered over and over again.
Overwhelmed, he scrabbled helplessly at the trunk of the tree, twisting and
writhing at the sheer force of the pleasure. Kevin’s hips frantically bucked
back to meet each thrust, but he had forgotten how sore the spanking had left
his ass. Each time, he pushed back only to pull forward again with a pained
gasp, stuck in a constant cycle of reigniting the burn in his hypersensitive
skin with every attempt to feel further bliss.
It wasn’t long before Kevin’s climax hit, his body shaking harder than ever
before. But Tom simply fucked him through it, continuing his frenzied pace even
as Kevin slumped bonelessly against the tree, struggling to catch his breath
but barely able to do so.
“I want you to remember this whenever you’re considering going back to that
forest.” Tom’s jaw clenched at the thought, and he made sure to put extra force
behind his next thrusts. “I want you to think about what I can do for you and
realize you don’t need any of them.”
Kevin’s only response was a string of moans brought on by Tom’s unyielding
speed, and Tom couldn’t help but take pride in being able to make him
temporarily lose the ability to speak.
“T-t-too much, Dad,” Kevin told him as he finally managed to get enough air
into his lungs to talk again. “I can’t take anymore.”
His son’s breath was coming in short gasps, his skin was slick with sweat, and
his entire form was shaking with the effort of holding himself upright.
Nevertheless, Tom continued to ram against his prostate with all the strength
he had, even as Kevin trembled and whimpered due to the strain.
“Are you going to go back there?” Tom demanded, driving into him with all of
his might. “Make me a promise, Kevin. Promise you won’t go back.”
“I—oh—can’t—” Kevin was overcome at the sensation of Tom ceaselessly pumping
into him to complete a sentence. Sagged against the tree, the more aggressive
his father’s thrusts the more his hold on the trunk wavered.
“Couldn’t quite catch that.” Tom did his best to ramp up his speed yet again
and relished in the thready moan he elicited.
“I won’t go back,” Kevin half-sobbed. “I promise that I won’t, Dad.”
“Good.” Tom said firmly, giving one final, purposeful thrust, knowing it would
likely drive Kevin to a second orgasm. “That’s all I wanted you to say.”
With a violent shudder and a sharp cry, Kevin came for a second time,
exhaustedly collapsing back to lean on the tree for support. Tom achieved his
own climax only seconds afterward, releasing his seed deep inside his son’s
body. Wasting no time, he withdrew and rightened his jeans, moving quickly so
he could take Kevin into his arms once more.
“You’ll never need to go to Fox Forest again,” he murmured, giving Kevin a kiss
on the cheek and holding him tightly. “Not while I’m here.”
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