The Trouble with Grelliam (private for Grell-Lover and Slight)

[SlightPhobia]

William remained rooted to the spot as Grell shamefully crawled out from beneath the bed. His arms remained folded-- it was surprising that he didn't just grab the man and start flapping his hand to spank him. No such thing happened. That was both uncivilized and irrational. William detested irrational things. "Well then, now that you've decided to man-up... Why did you hit me there?" Only a few minutes into their alone-time and Grell was in trouble. More to the point, William was considering a stern spanking followed by a mandatory nap for little Mr. Red-head.

He waited for an answer and after it was delivered, he spoke again. "You're aware that I fully intend to spank you for that, do you not?" And this time, he did not wait for an answer. He only needed to deliver the warning to be civil. Taking hold of the man's arm, he pulled him over to the bed. Seating himself atop the bed, he stood Sutcliff before him and unpinned a side of his diaper. Jabbing the pin into a portion of the bed behind him where it couldn't stab anyone, he yanked Grell over his knees and unfolded the back of his diaper, leaving one hip still pinned. He allowed Grell's upper half to rest atop the bed for now, pinning the small of his back down with his palm. His hands were already bare-- there was no need to strip his work gloves. "That hurt, you know," he began before slapping the man's upturned arse harshly. The reverberation of the slap was powerful in the small room.

[Grell-Lover]

Grell whimpered as William spoke, and whispered, "I-it seemed like a good idea at the time...I didn't mean to hurt you..." When Will told Grell he was going to be spanked, Grell gulped as tears sprang almost instantly to his eyes. However the young man nodded, albeit a bit slowly. When Grell was suddenly pulled over to the bed and one side of his diaper was unpinned, Grell yelped in surprise. He had not expected to be hauled over a knee so soon! He just hoped Undertaker would not find out about this. He would definitely not be able to stand another double punishment.

When Will made the obvious statement that Grell hurt him, Grell whimpered before yelping in pain as the first of many strikes landed. His rear jutted up at the slap, the red head going to his toes with each slap. A few times he kicked out a leg, but only once did he actually attempt to cover his bottom with one hand. It was believed that the loud sound accompanied with the sting was what made the spanking so unbearable.

[SlightPhobia]

William repressed the urge to groan for the sheer stupidity of Grell's reasoning. It wasn't entirely his fault though and William knew that. The hiss of air that left his nostrils was sign enough that William did not approve of the response. "Of course it would hurt if you hit a man there. What did you think it would feel like? I realize your reflexes are dimmed, but you can't and won't strike me, Grell." Not that William would promise not to strike Grell. Spanking just was a factor in this relationship now.

The cadence of slapping and yelping was in full swing. Every time Grell kicked one of his skinny legs out, William paused and re-positioned the man, offering a milder, more chiding smack to the man's under curve at every little kick he gave. "Sit still," he commanded. Like it was easy to sit still through a spanking! How many smacks did he dish out? He started with the standard twenty which pinked the man's backside pretty decently. He hardly stopped there though. The twenty spanks had come in a slow, measured fashion. What happened there after was certainly not measured, with the exception of how much force he put into it. Peppering the boy's behind with a milder variety of light swats, he poured out the lecture, glaring down at Grell's face as he did so.

"I don't have any idea as to why you can't behave yourself even for a solitary hour, Sutcliff! How many times have I had to take you across my knee in the past twenty-four hours? Honestly! You're a grown man, aren't you? Yet, here you are with your pants pulled down for yet another spanking. Tch! I'm half tempted to take a photograph and pin it to the announcement board so everyone knows the royal brat you've been!" Thank GOODNESS photography was hardly instant. It was a very formal affair. Smart phones weren't around yet. Grell could be singing a happy tune about that. There was no option to take blackmail photographs. Still, the obvious thought of blackmail was on his William's mind, which was a dangerous thing!

His palm finally rested a solid two minutes of peppering later. Rather than sterility resting atop the bed, he left his hand resting between Grell's shoulders. The man was, undoubtedly upset now. For the time being, he did not help Grell up-- he simply left the man there to cry or... well maybe he intended to comfort him. It all depended on how upset Grell was.

[Grell-Lover]

Grell could feel himself being repositioned to be more over the man's lap, making his bottom the center of Will's lap and a perfect target, and his sensitive under curve was smacked. Grell squeaked out a yelp every time his curve was swatted, and openly sobbed the rest of the spanking. When Grell heard William talking about taking a photo and pinning it up, Grell yelled out a "NO!" in surprise. It was a good thing William at least did not SEEM to have any cameras, for if he did Grell would be breaking it to spare what little of his pride he had left.

After the two minutes of his bottom being bombarded with swats, Grell lay across Will's lap limp, and sobbed out his misery, tears making paths down his flushed cheeks. Thinking it was over, Grell tried to calm himself and reached behind him to try to rub out some of the burning in his rear.

[SlightPhobia]

Pulling Grell up onto the bed, he forced the man to straddle his lap. He didn't bother to right Sutcliff's diaper yet either. Instead, he pulled the red-head into his shoulder and swatted his palm away as it sought to rub out the sting. "...no," he hummed softly in mild-- very mild reprimand. "You will not rub your bottom. That sting is supposed to be there to remind you to do good." What happened next was likely to go down in the history books. Rather than throw the man in the corner or scrub his mouth out or throw him in bed for solitary confinement, William slid his hand up behind Grell's head and stroked his hair softly. Was he... hugging Grell?

It seemed he had rarely seen Grell cry genuinely. Sure, maybe the howls were of pain, but Grell had usually simply blithered and whined, sputtered and moaned when he got beaten up. This was... different. It stroked something paternal in William and he hated it! He hated feeling the need to comfort anything. He just wanted to shut miserable souls up in books and be done with it... not pander over emotions and worry about whether or not things were damaged. "Shh..." he sighed, dismissing his annoyed feelings. "I'm sorry you had to have a spanking... But you know I'll only spank you if it's necessary... It's done now.... It's alright..." How many rookies would have killed for such a moment?!

[Grell-Lover]

Grell yelped as his hand was swatted away and he whimpered as his dark pink bottom throbbed. It was sure to show even with the diaper covering the full of his bottom. His under curve however was not spared and this was definitely going to show. If Will didn't tell Undertaker what had taken place the elder man would find out just by looking at Grell tear-soaked face and dark bottom.

Being hugged was indeed the last thing Grell expected from William T. Spears. It felt foreign to the red head and he almost wanted to push away...but it was nice at the same time. After all, didn't Grell always want this to happen? Will to show some affection toward him? Sure he would have preffered it under different circumstances, but it was nice all the same. Grell's eyes drooped and he opened his mouth to yawn. Being spanked really tired children, both physically and emotionally. So it was no wonder Grell rested his head on Will's shoulder and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

[SlightPhobia]

William had fully intended to put the boy down for a mandatory nap thereafter anyhow. Why? Sleepy kids were naughty kids more often than not. Sighing as Grell relaxed into him, he lifted his hand and began stroking between the redhead's shoulders rather than simply his hair. As Grell drifted off, he shifted and eventually eased the man off from his shoulder. Laying him down, he fussed with the diaper and replaced the missing pin. No need to soil the bed just to let Grell take a nap!

Once the diaper had been pinned up, he pulled the covers up to Sutcliff's chin, tucking him in quietly. There was no need for words-- presumably Grell was asleep. Once he'd tucked the boy into bed, he showed himself out of the little bedroom with the damaged papers so he could repair what he could and redraft what he couldn't repair. Bearing that in mind, the gent also cleaned up the discarded bottle and washed it out.

It didn't take too long for Undertaker to return, though once he had, it was nearing noon. He had with him a bundle of fabric bolts and a hefty sack of items. Climbing up to Will's apartment, he showed himself in and began arranging the items. William... decided it best not to question Undertaker. He was going to trash the orderliness of his place with a sewing station. His formal dining area seemed to be the spot Undertaker chose for it. In an instant, fabric was unfolded on the table and cutting and pinning began. Undertaker was already wrapped up in constructing baby things for Grell. It wasn't like they could go out and readily find them in Victorian London!

[Grell-Lover]

Grell for his part was indeed fast asleep. He snuggled under the covers when they were pulled up, and smiled as he slept soundly. After some time pased in silence, Grell woke to the feeling of wetness between his legs. 'Damn...' he thought as he flipped the covers over to reveal a stained diaper front. 'Well, Ican't go walking around like this...' He jumped out of bed and snuck to the bathroom, finding his newly washed clothes. Putting them on, Grell hugged himself in relief of not having a diaper, though in retrospect he had no underwear on at all at the moment. No matter, he was back in his outfit and hyper.

Grell snuck back to his room, and opened the window. He ran to the other side of the room, and prepared to run and jump out the window.

[SlightPhobia]

The boy was forever in trouble. He'd only just received a spanking and now he was whimsically slipping into trouble again. Wasn't Grell the least bit interested in behaving or trying to cultivate some kind of a kindly relationship with William? Apparently not... The quiet snip snip of Undertaker's scissors was the main percussion for the day in addition to the scrawl of William's pen. It was painfully obvious when Grell had gotten up-- and as he began to shuffle about, William and Undertaker exchanged meaningful looks. What did the silent look say? It said, Do you want to deal with this, or shall I? . In response, Undertaker made a waving motion toward William as though to indicate he should stay at his work. His work was measured in pay, after all. Undertaker had regular clients and no need for money. He had his own way of obtaining things.

"Going somewhere?" The question came quite suddenly as Undertaker just seemed to appear behind Grell as he was reeling back to jump out the window. Of course he hadn't just appeared. Undertaker was just pretty darn fast when he wanted to be. Taking hold of Grell's arm, he looked the man over, staring at his bottom in a painfully obvious fashion. "Mmm? Do I smell pee?" Well... that depended on whether or not Grell had done a good job of cleaning himself up. Arching a brow, he looked at the window. "You wouldn't be thinking of leaving us now, would you? William explicitly told you to get him if you needed anything... and it's my own rule that you not sneak out without one of your papas... You wouldn't be breaking rules again now, would you?" Undertaker asked. His tone, for now, seemed jovial and warbled. It was pretty typical... and yet? It bordered with a hidden threat of action. No one wanted to piss Undi off!

[Grell-Lover]

Of course Grell was not interested in becoming a goody-two-shoes like Will. Especially not like Will. He loved to live life on the edge. And if that meant getting into some trouble, so be it. Although getting into trouble at the present moment was probably not the best idea. He did have punishments to worry about now instead of just a ticked-off Will.

When Undertaker had suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere behind Grell, the young redhead jumped and screamed in surprise. Obviously he had not been expecting to be caught so soon! At Undertaker's question Grell blushed. He had not cleaned himself well enough apparently for the smell of his piss to still be lingering. At yet another question Grell gulped. Undertaker was smart, smarter than Grell anticipated. Grell shook his head slowly, hoping Undi would not remember Grell had gotten dressed in his usual clothes, WITHOUT a diaper no less!