punctual punishment | remus lupin x reader
summary : remus likes to keep you in check, no matter how much of a good girl you are for him.
warnings : smut, 18+, spankings, “punishment”, reader calls remus daddy a bit, dom!remus, sub!reader, consensual rough treatment/manhandling, praise kink, safeword in place, crying, etc.
“But I didn’t even do anything wrong.”
Remus sighed, leading you into the bedroom by the small of your back.
“That’s the point, love. These are supposed to make you remember to keep being good for me.”
“But-”, you began to whine before Remus sternly cut you off.
“No buts. If you really don’t want to, you know what to say.” He paused, waiting to see if you were really wanting him to stop. If you muttered your safeword, he would immediately stop everything.
He took your silence and resigned pout as a sign to continue.
“Alright then, you know what to do.”
With your pout permanently etched onto your face, you reluctantly stepped out of your skirt, and turned to Remus.
With a whimper, you slowly slipped out of your panties as well, leaving your bottom half bare to the man in front of you.
“There we go, c’mere angel. On my lap.”
You draped yourself over the man’s strong thighs, preparing yourself for the inevitable. Remmy’s “maintenance spankings” were the bane of your existence. Every week on the dot, when the clock struck 9 PM on Sunday night ( how holy of you ), you were where you were right now, bracing yourself for the blows.
You weren’t gonna lie to yourself. It turned you on knowing that he was always ready to be a little rough with you. As your work week would drag on, you’d find yourself looking forward to the spankings.
But Remus did not need to know that.
As much as you loved making Remus proud, and being his “good girl” (a name that turned you into putty in his hands), you also loved pushing his buttons and being a bit of a brat with him. So, naturally, you complained about your weekly punishments frequently. It was fun for you both. You both got off on knowing that the other was enjoying the experience behind the complaints and stern warnings. One word from either of you and the most thrilling part of your night would be a Doctor Who episode and a pint of ice cream.
Tonight was no such night.
From your place on Remus’ thighs, you squirmed in perceived nervousness, which was really your anticipation to begin.
Remus soothingly rubbed your back, telling you,
“I promise it’ll be over soon love”.
“Are you ready? You were good this week, so I’m only gonna go to ten.”
You nodded eagerly, ready to take it.
“Yes Rem, I’m ready”, you spat out, practically bouncing with anticipation.
“Good girl, count ‘em for me.”
His big hand hit your ass with a resounding smack. You instinctually lurched forward, but he grabbed you to stabilize you. The manhandling only made you wetter.
“Good job, pretty girl. Just a couple more.”
From the second spank to the seventh, the cycle repeated. Remus would smack your ass, using a fraction of his strength (though he still sent you reeling), and praise you when you counted for him. His coos and loving tone contrasting with the rough way he was physically treating you had your mind spinning in circles. When it came time for your last three, Remus warned you,
“These three are gonna hurt, dove. I promise you’ll be done after.”
You nodded softly, your fuzzy headspace and the pleasure and pain bringing tears to your eyes.
As cute as Remus found you when you cried, your little tears did tug at his heartstrings.
Remus leaned down, leaving a faint kiss on your forehead. He paused and whispered lowly, as though the words might shatter if he said them too loud,
His care, even in moments like this never failed to make you emotional.
You whispered back, delicately,
He wiped your tears gently and quickly, and proceeded with the task at hand.
You steeled yourself, knowing they were going to hurt.
Remus’ hand hit you with a force that brought heavy tears to your eyes. You hesitated in your counting.
“I need you to count, dove”, he demanded with no room for protest.
Immediately after, you felt the same breathtaking impact of Remus’ spanks twice, in quick succession. Without even catching your breath, you blurted out,
You began to recuperate while Remus lifted you up to straddle him.
“You were such a good girl, my best girl”, he praised while littering your face and neck in kisses.
You whimpered at the feeling of sitting after your hard session, but Remus’ praise made your face heat up while you sat atop him. The smile that grew on your face was instinctual from his praise.
“You’re perfect. So well behaved, this whole week. I think you deserve a reward for being so good for me.”
His words made you light up, and Remus quickly flipped you on your back and trailed kisses from your lips to the apex of your thighs. As his hot breath ghosted over your cunt, he chuckled softly before muttering,
“Aww honey, I’m gonna have to smack you around even more if it’ll get you this wet.”
