Artist/Author: rosesofred
Title: Prodigal Brat
Fandom: Prodigal Son
Summary: Malcolm just needs some guidance and Gil is going to provide it whether he likes it or not. Contains spanking, you've been warned.
Notes & Warnings: spanking
To say the day had been rough for our lovable consultant would be an understatement. All day the only thing Malcolm’s mind could focus on was Gil’s promise to return that night and finish his punishment. While a trip over his mentor’s knee sounded god awful and embarrassing, what he dreaded most was the fact that Aroyo was still mad at him. He just wanted to avoid the whole situation the best he could, and if that meant running away like a scared child, then so be it. It was late now, the streets were once again dark and dangerous but he didn’t care. He’d rather face the outside world and the possibility of getting mugged than have his backside warmed again. Rubbing his cold hands together, he stopped a moment to look around, gather his surroundings. He was far away from his loft now, but still too close for comfort.
His hands were shaking again, from either fear or the cold he didn’t know, and he clenched them into fists. Taking a deep breath, he shoved his hands into his pockets and kept his head down. He could stay out all night if he had too. Wandering around for another twenty minutes, Malcolm ended up on the same street as his apartment and his breath caught in his throat. How had he ended up back here? He looked around warily, his step cautious and untrusting. He didn’t see any signs of Gil, but he didn’t trust it, something wasn’t right. “I was wondering when you’d come back.” Jumping out of his skin, Malcolm spun around to see his mentor standing there, disapproval written clearly across his features.
“No, this isn’t happening, Gil-” he backed up fast, his hands going up in defense. Turning to sprint away, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, stopping him from escaping.
“I don’t think so kid, this is happening whether you like it or not.” Malcolm struggled, breaking away and fighting his captor in a panic. “Stop struggling, Malcolm.”
“No, get away from me!” He sprinted away, his feet quickly taking him away from danger. Feeling the adrenaline pump in his chest, Malcolm slowed down as he approached a corner. Was he back at his apartment? How did he end up back here? Exhaustion was playing games with him, that had to be it. He turned the corner, jolting to a stop when he saw Gil standing there, angry and determined to catch his target. In one swift move, Aroyo had him thrown over his shoulder, a strong arm clasped over his kicking legs as the boy struggled hard to get away. “Please no, Gil, let me down! This is so embarrassing!”
Turning and making his way back to the loft, his mentor only shook his head in disapproval. “Should’ve listened to me, kid.”
“No!” Bright threw his body but it made no difference, his mentor had him firmly trapped. In one impulsive move, Malcolm threw his fists against the man’s back, regretting it immediately. He didn’t actually want to hurt the man, he just wanted to get away.
“Malcolm!” Gil slapped his backside, the sound echoing across the street. “Do I have to put you over my knee right here and now? Or can you stop throwing a tantrum long enough to get to your apartment?” Approaching the door to his loft, Gil began unlocking it with the key the boy’s mother had given him.
His heart stopping in his chest, Malcolm slumped across his mentor’s shoulder, his head lowering in shame. “No,” he whispered, too quiet for anyone besides the lieutenant to hear.
“Good,” Gil agreed. Getting inside, he made his way quickly upstairs where he slammed the door shut and locked it, assuring the kid wasn’t going to just run right out the door. Moving to the bed, Gil lowered the boy from his shoulder, holding on tightly to either side of his arms to keep him from struggling. “Now, can you tell me why-” Malcolm yanked back, trying in vain to escape before Gil shook him lightly. “Stop that!”
“Gil please, I already learned my lesson, this isn’t necessary,” his words were jumbled together, quickly spilling out in a desperate attempt to escape his fate. Feeling the older man pulling him forward, Malcolm quickly spat out, “Wait can’t we talk about this?!” his feet skid across the floor, heels digging in to stop it from happening.
“We did, Malcolm. And you made it perfectly clear you weren’t interested in talking.” Grabbing Bright by his belt, he pulled him forward and began undoing it. Malcolm’s hands shot down to his pants, trying in vain to shove the other man’s hands away. “Do I need to make this worse?” Gil gave him a stern look, pausing in his attempt to undo the boy’s pants. Malcolm shook his head, eyes wide with trepidation. He kept his hands at his belt but allowed the man to undo it. Gil nodded in approval, glad his son was finally taking this punishment seriously. Unzipping his black slacks, Aroyo lowered them to his knees and grabbed the consultant’s arm, throwing him off balance and guiding his fall so he landed on his left knee. “Comfortable?”
Malcolm’s face burned with embarrassment and he bit his tongue, trying not to retort something sarcastic like he so desperately wanted to. Taking the boy’s silence as acceptance, Gil landed the first smack on his upturned rear, drawing out a startled yelp. “Please,” Malcolm tried once more.
“I don’t think so, kid. You’ve earned this.” He smacked him again, causing Bright to shift his hips, the burning ache returning with this fresh new hell. He made quick work of landing blows all over the boys backside, falling into a steady rhythm. The silence stretched on through the punishment, the only sounds being Malcolm’s muffled cries and yelps. He was trying so hard not to show that it hurt but Malcolm was losing his composure fast.
Getting a spanking on top of already sore and punished skin felt like sitting on hot coals and it was hard not to fight it. His struggles started out small, until eventually he was bucking his hips, pushing against his mentor to escape. Nothing he did made any difference and he was beginning to panic at the thought that this punishment wasn’t going to end anytime soon. “Gi-il,” he whined, his voice catching in his throat.
“What are you sorry for?”
Malcolm let out a frustrated grunt, throwing his hands back to cover his backside. “I don’t want to do this again! Stop!”
“We’re going to be here all night if you keep up that attitude, son.” Gil quickly caught his hands, holding both wrists at the small of his back easily.
Kicking his legs as hard as he could and stomping them on the floor, Bright shouted “I don’t have an attitude!”
“Alright well feel free to speak up when you’re done throwing a fit.”
“Fuck, I’m not- fuck you!” His struggling continued but he was losing hope and becoming desperate at the thought that nothing he did was working.
Pushing Malcolm forward on his knee, Gil grabbed his underwear and tore them down to join his pants at his knees. A blush exploded across the consultant’s face, grunting with anger at his vulnerability. Rubbing a soothing hand across the red skin, Aroyo took in the damage to gage how far he should go. “You know I care about you but your attitude recently has been horrible, Bright. Do you want to try again or should I keep spanking you until you do?”
The reprieve in punishment made the boy glad and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulders slumping. Biting his lip, Malcolm knew he should start answering the man’s questions if he wanted it to end but somewhere inside he was still so angry and defiant. He didn’t want to give control to his mentor, he wanted to fight him every second of the way. “I- I was reckless.”
“And?” Gil patted his backside in warning, making Malcolm’s muscles tense all over.
“I didn’t talk to you?”
“Good.” Gil smacked his backside again, raining down slaps to the red blotchy skin.
“No, I answered you!” Malcolm struggled again, shoving his upper body against the man’s arm and trying to throw himself off his mentor’s knee.
“You did, and I’m proud of you for that. But this is still a punishment.” Giving him another five hard slaps in the same spot, Gil stopped again, resting his hand against the boy’s thigh in warning. “Do you understand why you’re getting this punishment?”
“Yes!” Malcolm arched his back, sweat building on his forehead. “Reckless, not talking.”
Gil landed five more hard swats to the boy’s sit spots and felt his muscles tense with each blow. “Now why is that wrong?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
Gil began slapping again, the smacks landing randomly but covering his entire backside. “It’s wrong because I care about you and you can’t go risking your life like a rebellious teenager. You’re important, you’re part of the team. And I won’t hesitate to put you back over my knee if you need a reminder. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Gil, please!” the lieutenant stopped again, rubbing a hand on the boy’s back. Sighing, Malcolm rested his head on the blanket. “I’m sorry, Gil.”
“That’s good to hear. But I’m serious, I will spank you every time you need this.”
“That’s not fair!” Malcolm twisted his body to look up at his mentor, his big puppy dog eyes filling with tears.
“Don’t give me that look, you know it is.” Gil waved a finger in his face, expression stern and commanding. “Now as for running away,” and his hand came down again. Yelping in surprise, Malcolm clenched his hands into fists and struggled against the hold again. “That was a stupid thing to do, when I punish you I expect you to accept it.” Giving only silence in return, Malcolm bit the inside of his lip to keep from blurting out something sassy.
“No!” he shouted, groaning as he wiggled his hips.
“No? You don’t agree?”
Malcolm shook his head, trying in vain to escape the hand landing blow after blow to his horribly sore posterior. “It’s not fair!”
“Life’s not fair, kid. But I still expect you to take it and learn from it. Do I make myself clear?” Silence again and Gil shook his head. “You want to be here all night?”
Panicking, Malcolm shot out a quick no and his body began curling up in anxiety. His back was arching in such a way that if Gil didn’t have him pinned, the boy would be stretched out like a frightened cat.
Stopping again, Gil patted his backside. “Now can you behave the rest of the night and not get yourself killed?”
Nodding, Malcolm swallowed hard. “Yes, let me up!”
Smirking at the boy’s attitude, even after having just been chastised, Gil released his hold on him. He pulled the boy’s underwear and pants back up for him, rubbing his back reassuringly. Malcolm pushed himself up off his mentor’s lap, wiping furiously at his still wet eyes. “Come here, kid.” Gil grabbed his arm, yanking him down to sit on his lap. When the consultant's backside made contact with his sturdy thigh, tears pricked at his eyes again, spilling over quickly before he could stop them.
“Ouch,” the boy whined. Gil pulled him in for a hug now, smiling at how small and childlike his son was after a spanking. If only he could keep him here forever, safe in his arms where no killers could attack him and take advantage of his clearly suffering son. He’d do whatever it took to keep him safe, even if he had to spank him every day. Because as much as Gil hated punishing the poor boy, he hated the idea of losing him much more.