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Peter tried futilely to slow his sobs and catch his breath as he sagged against his restraints, his body lying heavily on the bench beneath him. He was vaguely aware of Sir moving somewhere behind him, but most of his attention was stolen by the throbbing, searing heat that was radiating from his backside.
There had been fifty swots between Sir’s hand and a paddle, but he’d lost count of the number of strikes after the fourth swing of the cane.
Sir had good aim.
Objectively, he knew that. It was a skill that helped the elder man in his daily life. That skill however did not seem as impressive when it meant he had to feel him hit the same raised welt multiple times in a row.
Even now, he could feel the sting of crisscross lines he’s sure are marring his usually smooth and unblemished skin. The heat somehow only increasing as he lay, gasping and crying, on the bench.
A hand on his lower back had him tensing again, bracing for another swing of the cane, a whine falling from his lips as the tears continued to pour.
“Hey, Pete,” Sir spoke quietly, his tone sounded pleased and soothing as he gently rubbed Peter’s lower back. “You did so well for me, honey. Are you okay for me to start undoing these restraints?”
Sighing in relief that it was over, he jerked his head in the semblance of a nod, knowing that words were still too far away for Peter to formulate. He did however manage to turn his head to watch as Sir took the key from the shelf and began the process of unlocking each of the cuffs that were keeping him attached to the bench on all-fours.
His breath hitched as each new cuff was unlocked and the limb gently massaged until any remaining tingling had disappeared. Sir kept up a stream of kind sounding words as he moved around Peter's body, but his mind was too hazy to pick them out. He instead focused on the soothing sounds and gentle touch.
After the waist restraint had also been removed, Sir came and crouched in front of him, rubbing Peter’s shoulder to get his attention. Blinking past his dwindling tears, he attempted to copy Sir’s deep breathing to try and regain his focus. It took him a couple of tries, but with Sir’s help he was able to understand his words and didn’t feel as lightheaded.
“There you are,” Sir smiled. “It’s been a while since you went so far down. But don’t worry. That’s not a bad thing! Just an observation. It means I’m doing my job right and that you trust me,” he reassured before Peter could begin to panic that he’d done something wrong. “There you go, you feel up for talking yet?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, wincing at the dryness of his throat.
Si–Tony, it was Tony he was looking at, hummed in sympathy, as he gently helped guide Peter to his knees. Without letting go of the supportive hold on his elbow, Tony held a bottle of water to his lips and encouraged him to take small sips. The cool water soothing the ache in this throat. Once he’d had enough, he pulled back and Tony moved the bottle to the side.
“Do you think you’ll be ok to stand up just now? I’ll keep a hold of you, but I was going to move us through to the bedroom so you can lie down. Does that sound ok?”
“Y-yeah,” he croaked.
“Okay. If you need a rest, just let me know. I can easily carry you if you don’t want to walk. It got pretty intense there.”
“I know, but I can walk,” he insisted, glancing towards the doorway. “S’not far anyway.”
“If you’re sure. On three, then. One, two, three.”
On three, Tony assisted him in getting his knees off the bench and helping him maintain balance as he winced every time the raw skin of his ass was stretched by his movements. Once on his feet, he managed to walk with all the grace of a newborn deer through to the bedroom, thankful for Tony’s steadying hands keeping him from landing on his already painful ass.
After helping him to get comfortable lying on his front on the bed, and assorting the pillows the way Peter liked them, Tony grabbed a bottle that he’d already lifted out earlier from his own side of the bed and moved to sit beside him. Peter couldn’t help but smile hazily at the man as Tony made sure to stay in his field of vision. He liked the reassurance of knowing he wasn’t alone.
“Cream might be a little cold, but it will help,” Tony murmured, as he squirted the cream into his hand.
He gasped as Tony began to delicately massage the cream into his ass. The touch was painful, but the coldness of the cream helped to ease the sting and finally start to douse the inferno that had been burning on it.
“Your skin wasn’t broken but it was a near thing. I bet it’s going to bruise beautifully over the next couple of hours. You might not be able to sit on it till the morning, at least. Maybe even the afternoon, even with your healing… I didn’t hurt you too much did I?” Tony trailed off, switching from excited to uncertain like the flip of a switch.
Peter knew that Tony had been apprehensive about trying out the cane in the first place.
They’d done plenty of spanking scenes before. Starting as most people would, simply with Tony’s hands and had then progressed onto paddles and the occasional crop – they’d even once, rather memorably, used the Iron Man gauntlets – but Tony had worried the cane would be too much. The sting and damage it could cause perhaps too rough for Peter’s tastes. Worried that he would hurt hurt Peter as opposed to the good hurt that he enjoyed. But Peter had just finished a really stressful semester at NYU and his patrols as Spider-Man had been tense following the rise of anti-mutant protesters. Between studying and patrolling, he’d barely had any time for himself, and he needed to get out of his own head.
They’d discussed it at length. Canes had been raised the first time they ever discussed spanking in the first place but had always been pushed for a later date. With Peter’s building stress levels, he knew that he needed something new to help. He wanted it to hurt, but he knew Tony still held guilt about the fact he enjoyed inflicting pain on his partner – regardless of the fact the partner was actively begging to be hurt in the first place. Peter always tried his hardest to assuage any of Tony’s guilt and it seemed to help. Often Tony just needed the reassurance that he was okay and to remain close, which was always nice since Peter craved Tony’s presence when he was recovering from scenes as well.
Taking a moment to think about what he wanted to say, he made sure to catch Tony’s eye before speaking.
“It was perfect, Tony,” Peter reassured him, resting his hand on Tony’s thigh as the man continued to massage his tender cheeks. “You gave me exactly what I asked for and my mind feels better than it has in weeks. Yeah, my ass is sore, but that’s what I wanted. I want it to be bruised. Hell, you have no idea how hard it makes me at the idea of being reminded of this when I go to sit down tomorrow. I know my healing means we can play more regularly and helps me during patrols and stuff, but sometimes I want it to last. I want to have reminders of what we’ve done afterwards, but even now I can feel my skin starting to tingle as it heals… Did you get pictures?”
“Of course, and FRIDAY got it all on video.” Tony smirked as Peter groaned at that image.
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d gotten off together watching videos of previous scenes. Given Peter’s healing meant he didn’t keep his marks for long it was a way for them to still enjoy it afterwards. To be able to see the physical reminder of what was done.
Grabbing a towel, Tony wiped the remaining cream from his hands and settled closer to Peter’s head with a bar of chocolate and a Tupperware bowl of chopped fruit he’d prepared earlier. He knew they’d have a proper meal later, but the sugar always helped to reduce any residual shakiness Peter was left with.
“Do you have a preference over which you’d like first?” Tony asked as he placed the Tupperware lid to the side and started to break the chocolate into small pieces. The sight of the food was making his stomach rumble and his mouth water.
“Not really,” he shrugged. Peter felt like he’d used all his decision-making powers up already. He was aware of his surroundings but really wanted to just let go for a while longer. To bask in the afterglow.
“Okay. Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Pete.”
“I know,” he hummed around a mouthful of fresh strawberry that Tony placed in his mouth.
“Didn’t May ever teach you not to speak with your mouthful?” Tony teased.
“Didn’t Pepper ever tell you not to bring up someone’s guardian while you’re lying naked in bed?” he responded cheekily, rolling his eyes for effect.
Tony huffed a laugh as he placed a piece of chocolate on Peter’s tongue.
“Touché. Although the same can probably be said for people’s exes.”
Before Peter could respond Tony was feeding him some more fruit, and if he was being honest, he was too tired to argue – even if they were being playful.
They worked their way through the remaining food in relative silence, a comfortable peace settling between them as they both unwound from their intense scene. By the time Peter was fed his last piece of chocolate his eyelids were growing heavy and the heat from his ass had reduced to a dim simmer. Each blink required just a little more effort to keep his eyes open and it wasn’t exactly a fight he was desperate to win.
Putting the container and wrapper to the side, Tony once again rearranged himself on the bed, so he was lying beside Peter. Taking it as an invitation, Peter shuffled so that he could rest his head and upper body on Tony’s chest while leaving his ass to the sky. Even if it was feeling a bit better, it was still far too tender to be brushing against the sheets.
With Tony’s arms holding him in a comforting embrace and feeling the man’s heartbeat underneath his ear, he easily allowed his eyes to close and began to give in to his tiredness.
“Get some sleep, Pete. I’ll have FRI wake us in an hour or so to have some dinner.”
Tony pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead which made his heart feel as warm as his ass. The silly thought making him smile as he responded.
“M’kay. Love you, Tony.”
“I love you too, Peter.”