Summary: This is straight up PWP. Insipired by this naughty post
Word Count: 960
Come to the Cave tonight. I have something for you.
That was the cryptic note
If Bruce had gone through the trouble to come all the way to Metropolis just to leave a note, the surprise had to be something pretty amazing. And Bruce’s ability to surprise him was definitely something he’d come to appreciate.
The day dragged on and
“I take it you got my note.”
He could hear the smirk in Bruce’s voice.
“Yes, it was very thoughtful. A little cryptic, but thoughtful.”
“I was hoping maybe you could expand on it…”
Bruce gave a low laugh.
But he had already hung up.
It was going to be a long day.
When Superman entered the Cave, Bruce was in full costume, sitting in the leather console chair. He was facing the rest of the Cave and not the computer, obviously waiting for
“Come here,” Bruce said in command voice.
So, Bruce wanted to take control tonight.
A leather paddle. One that had a strange, green iridescence to it.
“Bruce, is that-”
“Quiet. So impatient.”
Bruce made a gesture with the paddle, beckoning
“Pull your tights down.”
God, that voice. Before he could really think about it, he had pulled the tights down around his knees. Bruce smiled darkly, letting his gaze linger on
“Lay down, across my lap.”
“This is a very special instrument. One I made especially for you.”
The paddle felt cool as Bruce ran its surface across his backside. It didn’t make him feel ill like K usually did, just a little bit weak, relaxed. He stifled a chuckle. He couldn’t help thinking about how ridiculous he must look, spread across Bruce’s lap with his tights tugged down. Couldn’t help thinking about how much work Bruce must have put into creating the perfect synthesis, all for a sex toy.
Bruce’s hand stopped.
“What was that?”
“Really? Because it sounded an awful lot like a laugh.”
“You what? You find this humorous? First you’re so impatient that you bother me at work. And now you disrespect me by laughing. I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.”
“Not laughing now, are we?” Bruce said, every word punctuated by another hard smack. The sound of leather on skin echoed throughout the cave.
Bruce paused for a moment to rub the hot, reddened buttocks.
“So responsive,” Bruce murmured, “I knew you be like this. You’re not used to feeling anything like this, you can’t help it.”
The paddle came down again, alternating between left and right cheeks. Then the pattern changed entirely and
“God, Clark, so beautiful, can’t wait any longer.”
Bruce quickly threw the paddle down and pulled
There was no sound except harsh breathing as they both came down.
“So,” Bruce said, “did you enjoy your surprise?” There was a mixture of satisfaction and mischief in his eyes.
He cupped Bruce’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply.
“I can’t believe you actually spanked me. No, I take it back. I can’t believe you actually made a kryptonite-leather synthesis paddle to spank me with.”
Bruce laughed and leaned over a bit to pick up the paddle.
“This old thing?” he said, running the paddle down
The man was full of surprises.