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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics)
  Character:
      Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Caning
  Series:
      Part 17 of Comics_Kink_Bingo_Fics
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-22 Words: 834
****** The Right Stimulus ******
by Merfilly
Summary
     Jason gets punished.
Jason knew he had screwed up. His temper had gotten away from him, and things
had gone badly. They had still won, so he'd been his cocky little self,
triumphant and pumping his fist in the air, but Batman hadn't said a word to
him the whole ride back to the cave.
They slid out of the Batmobile finally, with Jason heading to shower, only to
feel Batman's hand close on his shoulder firmly.
"You could have been killed for your recklessness."
"No sweat, B, I had it!" Jason defended, even though he knew he had been closer
to death than ever for about thirty seconds, until Batman had saved him.
"No, you did not. I have tried to use logic and reason with you, but if that
won't make an impact, I will have to try other tactics."
Something in the tone of voice and the grim set of the jaw made Jason's cocky
assurance flee. He hated disappointing Bruce, knowing he was just a street rat,
and could be tossed out with the morning trash any time.
"Bruce..." he questioned, but the Bat had not yet let go of the man. Jason was
guided over to the nearest counter, that hand only leaving him once they were
there. "B, I get it, I screwed up."
"Jason, you don't 'get' it deep enough. As you walked away from tonight's
failure unscathed, I feel it necessary to make an imprint on your skin to
remind you of the pain failure can bring."
Jason swallowed hard. He figured it had only been a matter of time. Sure, he
could handle the beating. It wouldn't change things...much. Just one more hard
knock in the school of life, he told himself.
"Out of costume, Jason," came Batman's command, before he walked away. Jason
refused to cry, refused to show the betrayal he felt, but he obeyed. Not
obeying would just make it worse. That's the way it worked. He stripped down,
grimacing to realize he'd gone commando on the wrong night. Oh well, B would
just have to cope with his scrawny ass showing.
"Place your hands on the counter, and do not remove them," Batman told the boy
on his way back, and Jason didn't even try to bluster a defense. There was no
point.
He never could have been prepared for the stinging slap of a thin piece of wood
against his buttocks. He hissed, rising up on his toes, but his hands stayed on
the counter.
"Jason, I cannot have you taking unnecessary risks," Batman...no, that was
Bruce's voice!...told him. Another resounding slap of wood on his ass, and
Jason could feel the fire spreading. "You mean too much to take such risks with
yourself." A third stinging blow, and the way it overlapped one of the first
two, Jason knew his ass was going to welt up. "I can't lose you."
Those words slammed through Jason's veins, the sincerity behind them mixing
with the pain of the fourth swat of the wood, and making his body confused. The
pain was there, but the surge of a need to make Bruce know he wouldn't screw up
again, that he would be careful, for Bruce, raced through his mind and body.
The confusion of pain versus desire seemed to short circuit the way he was
thinking, feeling, because the fifth blow hurt in new ways. Jason was glad he
faced the counter, glancing down briefly to see the reaction in his dick.
"Bruce, I promise..." Jason said, voice gone soft, respectful, tinged by the
stinging pain, and the new sensations. Another blow landed, and the boy had to
catch his breath as he felt his balls tighten up.
"Promise me what, Jason?" Bruce' voice was gentle, patient, waiting. The sound
of it caressed Jason's nerves, made his skin rise in gooseflesh, and left him
thinking ideas he really shouldn't about the man behind him.
"I won't risk me like that again," Jason said softly, bowing his head over his
hands on the counter, up on his toes, legs slightly parted to keep his balance.
He thought about how he looked, and bit hard at his lip.
Bruce set the thin wooden strip on the counter, coming closer to Jason. The boy
felt the press of the lower armor against him just briefly as Bruce leaned over
and kissed the back of his head in acceptance of the pledge. He then walked
away, leaving Jason gasping for his breath as he felt the stinging warmth and
the heaviness of his cock. He was certain Bruce was out of his line of sight,
and took a moment to stroke his cock, feeling the twitch of need as he did.
"You can't lose me, B...I won't let you," he whispered to himself, grabbing the
cape with his toes and pulling it up. It made a good catch for the mess he made
of himself, as he brought himself off before going to the showers.
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