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

[SlightPhobia]

"And you wouldn't be lying to me now, would you?" Undertaker pressed on, offering Grell's arm a firm squeeze. It wasn't so much as to bruise him, but enough to let Grell know that he was onto him. "You do know how I feel about lying, Sutcliff... It makes Papa very disappointed..." Papa... the name fell so freely when Undertaker spoke. He slipped into the role quite naturally. Stepping over to the bed where William had earlier spanked Grell, Undertaker seated himself upon it. The springs creaked noisily as he did so. Perhaps that was how they'd heard Grell slithering about. Rather than yanking the boy across his knee, he simply leaned back, all the while keeping hold of Grell's arm, and shut the window. There would be now window leaping today for Grell!

"You'd best start talking, lad. I would hate to have to persuade you to be honest. You wouldn't like it," he hummed. Puling Grell to stand in between his skinny knees, he slid his hand down the small of Sutcliff's waist and rested his hand atop his clearly unpadded behind. His long nails pressed roughly against the man's cheeks as though to test whether or not the man had been spanked while he was away. He and William had not discussed it. "Well?"

---------- Post added at 08:47 PM ---------- Previous post was at 08:46 PM ----------

[XD Actually your post was #100!!! Wee!]

[Grell-Lover]

Grell squeaked and whimpered as his lie was instantly found out. The squeezing of his arm was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. Grell let a lone tear slip when Undertaker told him he was disappointed. He never wanted to disappoint anybody! When Grell heard the creaks of the bed's springs, he winced. So that was how they had found out. When Undertaker shut the window, Grell was both relieved and scared. He wanted to escape the clutches of the man who would soon punish him, but then again he was thankful that no one would hear him crying if the window was closed.

Grell squeaked as his spanked flesh was prodded, and he whimpered out his explanation. "I-I hit Will in the crotch when he went to bottle feed me, and I dumped the tea on him, and...I was hyper after my nap...so I thought I'd go outside..."

It was indeed the truth. Just not the whole truth. Grell left out his reason for going out, which was to hang out with Ronald at Ronald's place. Maybe even cause some mischeif via pranks.

(Awww yeah! X3)

[SlightPhobia]

Now, it was rare for Grell to come out and tell the truth. With the lack of smacking sounds and the lack of overall Grell screaming, William was beginning to wonder just what was going on in there! He opted not to investigate though. Undertaker was a good enough man. Probably less good than William imagined, but good enough.

"You see? It's not so hard to be honest..." Undertaker praised, patting his hand over the man's well spanked backside. The pats likely stung a little and it was purely intentional. Whether or not it was punishment remained unclear. "Now why were you trying to go outdoors? It's cold this time of year. If you were to catch a cold on top of your current illness, that would be a real mess, it would..." Undertaker made a fine point with that argument. "...Moreover..." Pinching the man's skinny rump, he added; "I doubt you'd like to leave puddles along the way. Did you wet your pants, Grell?" Oh! So much point-blank asking! It had to be humiliating just to hear it, much less own up to it.

[Every part of me wants to recruit a Ronald. -facepalm- Imagine all the hell they'd cause together. Ha!]

[Grell-Lover]

Grell blushed as Undertaker praised him. It almost seemed wrong to the redhead. He was used to getting punished, not praised! Of course the words felt good in their own right, but Grell would rather get praised with sweets at this moment in time. Somehow the man-baby had developed a sweet tooth! When Undertaker patted Grell's bottom Grell winced. Those little pats stung on a freshly-spanked rear!

Grell blanched when Undertaker had asked WHY he wanted to go outside. Of course the instinct to lie took over, and he smiled as he came up with one that was most flattering. In his sweetest voice and his cutest, most sparkly eyes Grell said, "I wanted to check on you, Papa dear." He was so stupid! Wasn't Undertaker the one who caught Grell in the first place trying to jump!? Grell realized this as soon as he said it, but he hoped the elder one was just that stupid or forgetful to believe him.

When his throbbing rear was reheated by Undertaker's pinch, Grell yelped and his hands went to cover his bottom. Grell blushed as Undertaker asked if he wet his pants. "Well...not exactly..." He started, twiddling his index fingers. "I...I took off my diaper and put on my clothes, but I didn't clean myself very well..." At least he owned up to that! It was utterly embarrasing to hear HIMSELF say it much less Undertaker or Will!

(Don't I know it! XD They would cause hell)

[SlightPhobia]

Lying wasn't going to get him anywhere. Undertaker was pretty good about sniffing out lies and he was pretty ruthless when he was lied to. The first spanking he'd dished out to Grell had probably communicated that much, even if it hadn't been as forceful as Will's spanking. "To look for me, hmm? Well I am here now... What led you to believe I was outside? I've been home a little while now," Undertaker eased. He'd trap Grell in his lie-- and best of all, he intended to make Grell confess.

"You know, I once made arrangements for a guest who couldn't sort out fact from fiction. The mafia had caught up to her, you see... She'd told a particularly outrageous fib. In fact, she'd told the band of roughians she'd sold them some precious jewels. Turns out, she kept the real jewels for herself and had sold them some cheap, cut glass. Do you know what they did to her before they sent her to me?" Leaning forward, the undertaker traced a line over Grell's throat with his finger before tracing his finger up to his lips. "They cut out h er tongue. The poor woman choked to death on her own blood... Or perhaps it was the nasty gash they left in her throat. No matter, I wasn't quite able to determine what had ended her precisely. Cinematic records can be confusing now and then... But imagine how much better off she'd have been if she'd only told the truth..." Well, she'd still be dead even if she squealed since she'd swapped real jewels for fake ones... but maybe the moral was not to fib with fake jewels? Who knew. Undertaker was being remarkably patient... and drawn-out.

[Grell-Lover]

Grell gulped as he was yet again found out to be lying. How could Undertaker be so damn smart!? Of course age and wisdom usually coencided. When Grell was listening to the story about the woman, he was frightened. Shuddering as Undertaker's finger was traced across his throat and his lips, he gasped as Undi told him that the mafia cut her tongue out for her lie. He covered his mouth as if Undertaker meant to do the same, but then again he knew better than that to think Undi would be that heartless as to kill him for a fib.

Grell whimpered as the story ended, and he burst into tears and yelled his confession. "I-I WANTED TO GO OUT TO RONALD'S PLACE A-AND CAUSE SOME PRANKS ON THE HUMANS! I'M SORRY PAPA! I'M SORRY! DON'T CUT OUT MY TONGUE! I'LL BE GOOD!" Grell, by the end of the blubbered confession, hugged Undertaker tightly and sobbed into his shoulder. He really felt childish now, squealing his wrongdoing like a naughty child and begging for forgiveness. He mentally kicked himself at the mentioning of Undertaker cutting out his tongue. It was already established in Grell's mind Undi wouldn't do that, so why even think about it!? Maybe it was so Undertaker would go easy on him this time if he showed he was contrite enough. It seemed to work with most human children, so why not try?

[SlightPhobia]

The way Grell so suddenly shouted startled William. In fact, he drew a smart black line right across the manuscript he'd been working on. Twitching at his blunder, he processed what it was Grell was screaming. Cutting out tongues?! He stood up so fast his chair tipped over. Bolting into the room, he stared at the unfolding scene. "Now see here, Undertaker! I'll not--" There didn't seem to be any tongue removal in progress... "Um..." William looked a bit baffled.

"You know," Undertaker continued even as Grell entered hysterics. "Some animals were hunted close to extinction simply so hunters could remove and eat the tongue. It is said to be a succulent meat..." Oddly enough, some English and French dishes still called for tongue. Stroking Grell's head, he hummed oddly as though not noticing the boy's tears. "So you liked to Papa, hmm? You were going to go over to Ronald's and cause up a little trouble, were you?" He paused a moment before smiling an EVIL sort of smile. "Was Ronald in on this little... adventure or were you going to spring it on him?" Would Ronald Knox get in trouble if Grell squealed? Oh! Imagine all of the surly faces Ron would make at Grell if he got roped into being pay docked, punished, or... well maybe even spanked!

William's brow twitched and for a moment, he considered calling Knox up to give him an earful. He'd punished the man several times before. Ronald was... rambunctious, shall we say. For now, Grell was on thin ice. It was not yet known whether Undertaker would move to punish him, or if he would simply play with him a while longer.

[Grell-Lover]

Grell whimpered into Undertaker's shoulder, but seeing as Undertaker was not making a move to hurt him, Grell took his face from where it was embedded in the man's shoulder. He felt Undi stroke his hair, and immediately found comfort. So Undertaker was just scaring him to make him tell the truth...a part of Grell wanted to fuss and throw a great fit, but that wold be stupid and he was already having to tread lightly. Grell looked up at Undertaker's evil smile and gulped at the question asked. He was about to lie and say Ronald was in on it just so he would have someone to blame, but again, he pushed the idea aside.

"Ronald didn't know..." Was all Grell said. He nuzzled his cheek to Undertaker's chest as he moved to sit on the man's lap, hoping the silver-haired reaper wasn't TOO angry with him. After all, most of the pranks were going to be harmless. MOST. After a moment Grell looked up to Undertaker's face, trying to see if he could tell the man's emotion at the present.

[SlightPhobia]

As Grell snuggled down into his shoulder, Undertaker shifted, tipping his head up with a little chuckle. Grell's distress only served to amuse him. The man was not sorry-- only dreading what was or wasn't to happen to him. Thank goodness he hadn't indicated Ron in the little tragedy, less Undertaker send Will to fetch the rowdy young man and drag him back for a proper bottom warming. "Well, in your state I wouldn't advise dropping in on other young reapers. To begin with... What if you had wet your pants right in front of him, hmm? I doubt Mister Knox would be mature enough to understand your... extenuating circumstances... particularly as you aren't wearing a diaper. Moreover, if you had been wearing one, imagine all the fun he would poke at you. Honestly, Grell..." Clucking his tongue, he shook his head before grinning from ear to ear. Was it punishment time already?

"William.... Call us a cab," Undertaker cooed.

"Eh? Why? There is no need to--" William began, twitching awkwardly. He had the odd idea that Undertaker intended to go out to lunch with Grell. The last thing he wanted to do was go out in public in /his/ neighborhood with Grell in a dress!

"Ah-ah! Go and call a cab. We need to pay the Phantomhives a visit," he chuckled darkly. If there was one way to punish Grell and punish him good... it was to show him to Sebastian in such innocent, white clothing. Turning, he gently tossed Grell down atop the bed and wriggled his fingers as though planning to ravage him. Instead, he took hold of the fluffy white dress and began yanking off his clothes and cramming him into the dress! First came the trousers-- which were flung haphazardly over the foot of the bed. His vest and shirt came next which wound up smacking against the far wall. Once Grell was positively naked, he stuffed the dress over his head and gave it a shimmy. What about the diaper? Ah~ He'd save that for last. Worst of all, he held up a white diaper cover that was dripping with delicate, white lace. "Oh, but Grell! You'll look so divine~ I even have matching accesories!" He half cackled. William looked ill... mostly because Undertaker had a pair of white thigh-high stockings waiting for the man too. Was everyone mentally ILL at his place of work?! Grumbling, he went out to hail a coach. Great. Spending the day with a demon and his brat was not a day he considered good.

[If you would like this to be pre demon-Ciel or post, let me know.]

[Grell-Lover]

(pre-demon please. I'll even be Ciel if you like.)

Grell pouted whe Undertaker mentioned his state, and thought about what he said. Of course he was not able to control his bladder movements for now, so he guessed Undi was right after all. Papa knows best, it seemed. When Grell heard Undertaker mentioning that they were going to the Phantomhives for a visit, he almost swooned at the thought of seeing his beloved Bassy. When Undi tossed him onto the bed like a freaking ragdoll, Grell yelped in surprise. When he saw the man wiggle his fingers as though he meant to mutilate-or maybe even tickle, since he was cackling as if he was being tickled himself-him, Grell whimpered as he noticed the horrid dress nearby.

As he was undressed, Grell squirmed, trying to release himself from Undi's clutches. This was to no avail, as soon he was in the dress, diaper with the cover, and even the sickening stockings. Grell whimpered and groaned as he looked in the mirror; he looked the perfect image of a baby girl. He then decided he didn't want to go see Bassy after all...not like this! "Please! I'll be good! I won't be naughty anymore!" He pleaded with them.