Snippet - I deserve
Feb. 22nd, 2009 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wilderthanFandom: Supernatural
For: Sam-is-Dean's-master-sometimes one-shot
Quality: Briefly checked
Characters: Dean, Sam
Warning: Not worksafe, BDSM
Dean catches his breath in a noise like a sob. "Please, Sam, please, the crop -- master, please. I deserve..."
"Yes?"
"I deserve to be punished."
"Good boy," Sam says, caressing Dean's ass lightly, slapping him one more time to make him jerk. He makes a little broken noise that makes the throb of want increase. Sam resists the urge to linger, to do more, to give Dean anything more or anything different to what they've agreed. He goes round and picks up the crop again. "Choose a safe word."
"Impala," Dean says, promptly.
Sam wants to roll his eyes at that, but he doesn't. He reaches for the crop, noting how a quiver runs through Dean the moment he touches it. "You don't ever want to disappoint me again, do you?"
"No, master. Please... Hurt me, punish me. Make it go away."
He almost hates for a moment that Dean needs this to make guilt go away. But at least he has this, at least he can make the guilt go away -- Sam sure as hell doesn't know how to get rid of most of his guilt. Sometimes, this helps. Giving Dean what he wants, needs. It almost makes up for how much of a bitch he's been to Dean sometimes, how much he alone has put Dean through. But not really. Not ever. And there are debts he can't ever repay, too.
"Please," Dean whispers again, and Sam nods.
"Ssh. It's okay. Try to stay still."
For: Sam-is-Dean's-master-sometimes one-shot
Quality: Briefly checked
Characters: Dean, Sam
Warning: Not worksafe, BDSM
Dean catches his breath in a noise like a sob. "Please, Sam, please, the crop -- master, please. I deserve..."
"Yes?"
"I deserve to be punished."
"Good boy," Sam says, caressing Dean's ass lightly, slapping him one more time to make him jerk. He makes a little broken noise that makes the throb of want increase. Sam resists the urge to linger, to do more, to give Dean anything more or anything different to what they've agreed. He goes round and picks up the crop again. "Choose a safe word."
"Impala," Dean says, promptly.
Sam wants to roll his eyes at that, but he doesn't. He reaches for the crop, noting how a quiver runs through Dean the moment he touches it. "You don't ever want to disappoint me again, do you?"
"No, master. Please... Hurt me, punish me. Make it go away."
He almost hates for a moment that Dean needs this to make guilt go away. But at least he has this, at least he can make the guilt go away -- Sam sure as hell doesn't know how to get rid of most of his guilt. Sometimes, this helps. Giving Dean what he wants, needs. It almost makes up for how much of a bitch he's been to Dean sometimes, how much he alone has put Dean through. But not really. Not ever. And there are debts he can't ever repay, too.
"Please," Dean whispers again, and Sam nods.
"Ssh. It's okay. Try to stay still."
