Patreon Compilation – Fic#115 – RK900/Reed – Spanking; Dom/sub; crying – Naughty Boy (Patreon)

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RK900/Gavin Reed – Reed is becoming more and more unprofessional which... irks Nines. He has to do something that will stick.

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“Detective Reed. A word.” RK900 is standing perfectly straight, one hand extended to keep the sliding door open while he stares impassively at Gavin. Only the minimal flicker of his LED shows that he is not quite as composed as he likes to show.

Gavin stops baring his teeth at the suspect and slowly turns his head, staring at his partner. RK900 scans him briefly, noting the uptick of his heart rate and the glistening of sweat starting to spring up along his hairline.

Humans are horribly malfunctioning beings, but at least they learn quickly. Reed has never quite accepted him – yet he has learned to read the signs of RK900’s annoyance perfectly. As well he should.

There is a second where it seems like he wants to be stubborn and refuse the request, but he remembers the last time he tried to be ‘tough’ and backs off quickly. A hectic red flush starts to appear on his face. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and stomps wordlessly closer. RK900 has studied a lot of human media and other sources of information – it is not hard to see how the detective behaves more like a toddler than a grown man. He will have to make him aware of that, lest his behavior undermines his effectiveness in intimidating suspects into talking.

He leads him into another closeby interrogation room. He briefly checks the database over while he waits for Reed to stomp inside, noting that the room will not be in use for the day. Perfect. He closes the door behind them and presses the lock button. Once the confirming beep has occurred, he turns and regards the detective who is increasingly more twitchy, looking anywhere but at him.

“Your behavior just now has not been according to the standard code for interrogation a detective has to adhere to.”

Gavin, predictably, explodes at the smallest mention of his many, many failures.

“You call me away from an interrogation for that?! Are you nuts?! I didn’t do a damn fucking thing except screamin’ at him! They ought to check your fucking software over, you goddamn- god… goddamn…”

He trails off, eyes widening in alarm when RK900 calmly rolls up the perfectly pressed sleeves of his shirt and starts to advance on him. His head rears back like that of a horse, Adam’s Apple visibly bobbing. Nines can tell how his heart rate spikes from its already fast beat against the human’s ribs. Gavin manages to stand his ground for exactly 3.2 seconds longer before he takes a step back, his tough exterior cracking.

“W-what are you going to do?”

Nines can’t deny that there is a certain kind of… pleasure coming from hearing the crack in Reed’s voice. The three months he has been partnered with this sorry excuse for a human being, his software (working perfectly fine) has learned exceptionally quickly to trigger his pleasure responses the moment the detective shows signs of distress. It is not, he assumes, ethically desirable, but it has stayed his hand from reporting his partner numerous times now. In the end, the lack of paperwork should be enough incentive to praise him, if anything.

“I distinctly recall having set time apart at numerous occasions by now to make this lack of… composure aware to you. You are not only violating the code of conduct that you as a detective should adhere to, you are also… what is that quaint little expression humans use? Ah, yes. You are making a ‘damned fool’ out of yourself in front of the various suspects you have been interrogating since our forced partnering.

As my calm mentions do not seem to have any effect at all, I have decided to go – you might find this amusing – old school in my teaching endeavors.”

He reaches down, undoing his belt in a few brief motions, the leather whispering against the fabric as he pulls it smoothly out of the loops. The detective takes another hasty step back, almost stumbling over the desk standing behind him.

He stutters out a barely intelligible question but the flush of his face crawling down his neck tells Nines that Reed knows exactly what is about to happen.

He fights against him, but his motions are jerky and without much coordination. He seems completely overwhelmed by what is happening – and Nines has the added advantage of being able to easily predict his every possible moves. He has him over his lap in seconds, using his belt to fixate Reed’s flailing arms behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing? Stop this! Stop this!!” Reed’s voice cracks into a shrill, childish plea, his legs kicking out behind him.

“No,” Nines replies calmly. He is busy squeezing a hand beneath Reed’s squirming body and opening his belt and pants. The leather is not as well maintained as the one curled around his wrists right now, which annoys Nines more than he thinks plausible. Gavin Reed is one walking, screaming mysterium; for someone whose ego is as big as his, he takes rather poor care of himself and his things.

“I have tried multiple times to correct your behavior in a peaceful way, so this time we will try it differently.”

He easily slides Reed’s jeans down alongside his underwear, optical sensors zooming in on the newly freed ass. It looks… aesthetically pleasing. There is a fine fuzz of hair and a smattering of freckles covering it.

Reed has gone very still, breathing deeply with a whistle punctuating it every now and then. The results of his analysis all point to him being overwhelmed with the current situation, yet he shuts down all the warnings popping up in the peripheral of his vision. He is too intrigued by Reed’s compliance with the situation.

Usually he is not sparing with telling everyone who does and doesn’t wish to know what he thinks of any particular thing. It seems that having his naked behind out in the open and no way to defend himself has made him as meek as a kitten.

“Brace yourself, detective.” Nines tries to project something akin to human into his voice, but he suspects he falls short off it since Reed’s head jerks up in alarm and he turns it to stare at him with large, glassy eyes.

“What?!”

“Brace yourself. I will discipline you, now,” Nines reiterates calmly, folding Reed’s belt into itself. He reaches over, grabs Gavin’s head and forces him to turn it back around. He pushes it down, holding him still with an iron grip on the back of his neck. In the middle of him screeching abuse and telling him to stop, Nines slaps the belt right across his buttocks.

Gavin’s screams cut off with the crisp slapping sound of the belt against his skin. Nines keeps a restricting hand on him, but at least for the moment Reed is not fighting back anymore.

He lifts his arm again and jerks it down. The impact of the hit is well calculated. He does not think that Reed has gotten spanked once in his life, so even a small dose will be more than likely to shock him out of the toddler state he has regressed into.

Still… Nines can’t deny that there is a certain aesthetic to the sight of the red, broad streaks appearing quickly on the human’s skin. His own body, while mechanically perfect, lacks these intimate shows of humanity. He does not flush fetchingly when he gets hit. His skin does not raise its temperature like Reed’s does.

No… spanking a human is a lot more interesting than spanking a machine would ever be.

The belt snaps through the air once more, teasing an explosive sob out of Reed.

Nines pauses with his arm once more in the air and tilts his head to listen to him. Reed’s breathing has gone decidedly more wet, hitching every now and then as he obviously fights with tears. Now that… is even more interesting. He’s already understood that tears amongst human adults are not something that is often seen out in the open, yet Reed has been close to them on multiple occasions.

Tears of frustration because he has run yet again against one of Nines’ many walls that he just can’t hope to break down. This time Nines feels like there is no frustration anywhere to be seen.

He spanks him again. Reed howls, arching up against the restraining grip for the first time and finding that Nines’ reflexes are, as always, far superior to that of a human. He doesn’t let him go anywhere; instead, he spanks him again – and again in quick succession. Reed’s ass has become a dark red up to the tops of his thighs.

He is sweating, jerking away from the spanks every time until Nines can feel the telltale poke of an erection against his own thighs. Oh dear.

“You are a disgrace, detective Reed.”

He does not need to say more. It only takes another slap to have Gavin crumbling down, sobbing like a child as he helplessly ruts his hips and tries to get off against the perfectly pressed slacks of Nines’ pants.

Tears are dripping from the tip of his scarred nose and splashing onto the floor.

Nines shakes his head, slowly sliding his hand over the abused ass to feel the heat radiating off of Reed’s skin, his sensors picking up on it all easily.

“An utter disgrace,” he croons again, unable to stop the self-satisfied smile on his face.