Suga Baby •Sope•

Twenty

A/N Finally! Am I right? Sorry to keep you waiting like this. Hope it's worth it.

Yoongi closed his eyes behind the blindfold as he felt the feather light caress of Hoseok's fingers up his spine. Then he felt the gentle pressure of his palm between his shoulder blades and he let himself be pushed down onto his chest, turning his head to lay his cheek on the carpet.

"Ass up, kitten." A pat that was almost a slap accompanied the words and he obediently raised his hips.

"Before we begin, let's go over why you're here, hmm?" His voice was smooth and calm with just an edge of steel to it, just the way Yoongi liked it.

"I kept you waiting?" He ventured.

Hoseok hummed noncommittally. "And?"

"I raised my voice to you?"

"These all sound like questions, Kitten. If you don't know what you did then how can we ensure you won't do it again? So I'll ask again, why are you here?"

"I raised my voice to you and kept you waiting." He answered again.

"Yes, you did. But worse than that, you were stressed and needy but instead of asking me for help, you snapped my head off. I can't give you what you need if you don't talk to me, baby." His tone held the sighing timbre of disappointment.

It was not the admonition Yoongi was expecting. He felt guilt and something else, a shy bud of emotion blossoming for the warm rays of underlying concern the words held, curl in his gut. "I'm sorry, Daddy." He whimpered in genuine apology.

"I know, Kitten." He felt Hoseok's warm fingers brush his hair from his brow gently. "Five for being late and five for raising your voice. Okay?"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, steeling himself for what was to come. "Okay." He whispered.

There was no other warning, just the sting of leather against his skin. He jerked, his bound hands flexing and clenching unconsciously. "One." He counted without the need for prompting.

"Good boy." The simple praise made him want to squirm, but he controlled the urge as the second blow landed on the opposite cheek.

"Two." His eyes watered, but he tried to keep his voice steady.

"Three."

"F-four"

An involuntary cry left him as tears slipped down his nose to drip onto the carpet. "Fuh.." He swallowed and tried again. "Five."

A faint tremor ran through him as Hoseok's hand followed the slapper, massaging some of the sting from the blow.

By seven his resolve to take the punishment with quiet dignity was gone and his breath was hitching with soft cries. With each swing of the slapper, each firm caress of Hoseok's magical hands, he felt himself slip further into that place where pain and pleasure became pure sensation, where Min Yoongi receded and all that remained was his Daddy's eager and obedient kitten. His arousal hung heavily between his thighs as his cries turned mewling and needy.

Never one to miss a trick, Hoseok's hands lingered longer between spanks, tracing teasingly down the crevice of his ass to dip between his thighs, tauntingly close to all the places he wanted to be touched before ghosting away.

"Daddy, please..." He whined, shimmying his hips back, seeking that warm touch only to be met with the sharp rebuke of the slapper. "Eight." He squeaked.