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A/N: A kinkmeme prompt requested Daniel getting spanked by the OG Cobras, and comforted by Johnny. The prompt is here: https://cobrakaikink.dreamwidth.org/702.html?thread=431294#cmt431294
I'm tagging this lawrusso because we're ultimately going to wind up with bareass one-on-one spanking, with aftercare, and potentially a mildly sexual vibe. But it's not projected to end in sex or a relationship.
Warning: This involves nonconsensual spanking assaults and bullying, with casual hinted threat of sexual encroachment. But it’s mostly just spanking. Let me just add a PSA here: this kind of thing is not funny for the victim! Nobody try this at home.
The skeleton suits made it hard to see, so there were a couple of trips and falls involved, but they still caught LaRusso before he made the fence. Dragged him off it and threw him to the ground. Johnny hauled him upright. “If you fought as well as you ran, you little prick, this could be fun.”
The guys seconded that.
“But you don’t, so. We’re just going to have to fuck you up. Right, guys?”
LaRusso crumpled at the first fist to the gut. What a letdown! Johnny bent to pull him up again, and heard Dutch: “Beat his ass, Johnny!”
The kid’s shirt had gotten hiked up in the struggle, and his jeans were starting to fall down his skinny little waist. Hm.
He landed a hard open-handed slap on bare skin, and laughed riotously when the kid screeched and started thrashing around.
This could be more fun than the kind of beating you dish out in practice. “Hey guys,” he said, loudly so they would hear him over the noises LaRusso was making. “Let’s actually beat his ass - let’s spank him.”
Laughter all around. “Do it Johnny!” That was Tommy, a reliable source of encouragement for all his best ideas.
Bobby was already down on his knees, manhandling LaRusso onto his back to get at his fly. “We’ll hold him for you!”
Dutch got hold of the kid’s wrists. Johnny looked at the kicking legs, at Bobby wrestling the jeans down, and thought it would be a shame if he had to do all the work and didn’t get to watch. “Nah, we’re all gonna take a turn.” He said over his shoulder: “Tommy – you want to go first?”
LaRusso was screaming his head off. “No – no! Get off me! You’re fucking sick! Let go of me you perverts!”
The little jerk could never, ever keep his mouth shut, could he. “Perverts?” Johnny repeated, and bent to lean close to his face. “You might want to be careful calling us names when you’re lying there bareass, huh?” He looked up. “Flip him over.”
It actually took all of them working together to flip LaRusso onto his belly and get him under control; he was that wild. And loud, too. Johnny finally knelt down and pulled the kid’s chest over his lap, clamping one hand over his mouth and leaning down on him to crush him with weight. The kid still didn’t stop screaming, but at least the “NNN! NNNN!” was a lot quieter.
“Go ahead, Tommy. Let him have it.”
Tommy went ahead. The NNNN’s got louder.
It seemed like Tommy was getting the job done, but Dutch was bouncing with impatience anyway – still kneeling by Johnny, holding the kid’s arms up over his head, pinning his wrists to the ground. “Come on, man – harder! My mom spanks me harder than that.”
Bobby grinned up from where he was kneeling on LaRusso’s calves. “Dutch, your mom can spank me – she’s hot. Do you- aah!”
Dutch was already in the air; Johnny had to dive for the abandoned hands and try to corral them himself while two of his stupid, useless friends decided to kick each other’s asses instead of worrying about the victim’s.
Tommy at least had a knee on LaRusso’s lower back, but the kid’s legs were totally free now until Johnny snapped at Jimmy to get down and do something useful. For his own part, he shifted to pin one of LaRusso’s arms underneath him, then twisted the other up behind the kid’s back.
LaRusso yelped at that. Johnny had been in the process of covering his mouth again now that he had a free hand, but at that he paused. “Don’t worry,” he said, leaning close. “I won’t dislocate it – if you start behaving yourself. Let me hear: thank you, Johnny.”
LaRusso thrashed stupidly, and came near to dislocating it himself. “Screw you, Johnny! Screw all you assholes!”
He looked over, to where the guys had finally gotten themselves in order and were back on task. “Dutch – you’re up. Make him sorry.” He leaned down again. “You are not going to be sitting down in homeroom tomorrow, I promise you.”
He covered the kid’s mouth, because the screaming when Dutch really got going was unworldly. “It’s all about the technique, guys,” Dutch was saying. “You need to go fast, no breaks, and get your whole arm-”
LaRusso spasmed on him and made a sound almost like choking, so he eased up on the face grip a second to talk. “Hey – you still breathing? Hate to be the first guy on earth to die of spanking, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck you.” LaRusso made the gagging sound again, and hitched – and now that he was hovering close Johnny was able to identify it better. It was a swallowed-down sob – the kid was trying not to cry. Hilarious. He covered up the mouth again.
After a while he signaled Jimmy to take over from Dutch. “Get in there,” he said. “And why don’t you and Bobby, like, compete? See who can do it better.”
Bobby was all over it. “I get left butt cheek!” Johnny had the best friends in the world.
While they reshuffled to put Dutch on LaRusso’s legs and get in position to both go at once, Johnny let go of the kid’s arm to reach down. “How you doing there, Daniel?” he teased. He grabbed the bare ass and squeezed. “Jesus – you could burn yourself on this thing!” He wasn’t really kidding; the flesh was blazing hot to the touch. “Nice job, guys. You got this.”
Once he was back in position Bobby and Jimmy got started; drumming fast and hard on the kid from either side. It wasn’t much of a contest though; Bobby’s enthusiasm made him a pretty clear winner and got LaRusso struggling almost hard enough to tear his arms free. Johnny finally uncovered his mouth so they could all hear him roaring OW and STOP. Show them what a good job they were doing.
Bobby eventually eased off, and patted instead. “We got him warmed up for you, Johnny. You ready to show this little jerk who’s boss?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Yes I am.” They backed off, and in the sudden quiet you could really hear LaRusso wheezing. The kid was absolutely in tears. “Hey,” Johnny said, softly. Leaned down close to his ear. He reached for his ass again, slapped lightly and started squeezing, kneading it rough enough to make the kid squirm around. “You ready for this, Daniel? I’m going to crawl down there, and beat your ass until you say you’re sorry. Do you hear me?”
He let go of the mouth, and LaRusso managed a “Fuck you” through his sobs.
Excellent. Bobby came and took over; between him and Jimmy they managed to get the kid’s top half pretty well pinned. Johnny crawled down to take a look.
Even by the shit moonlight, he could see that they’d done a number. LaRusso was discolored from his tailbone to halfway down his thighs – dark; this kid must be cherry-red and splotched with bruises. “Man, I wish we could see,” he laughed, and poked at one. LaRusso moaned and squirmed.
“Remember what I said, you little prick,” Johnny called to him. “I’m going to give it to you until you say you’re sorry.”
He drew his hand back-…
“I’M SORRY!” LaRusso bellowed it at the top of his lungs, before he could even get started. “I’m sorry, okay? Okay? There – I said it. How about that, you asshole, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I ever met you, sorry I ever came to this shit school with you shit people, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I’m SORRY!”
Johnny scowled at the back of his head. Now what? “Like you’re going to get out of it that easy,” he snarled at last, and proceeded to beat the living hell out of him anyway.
They were most of the way out of the field when Bobby turned to look back. “Hey – Johnny, he’s still lying there. Do you think he’s okay?”
He snorted. “I mean, do I think he’s going to be stuffing an ice pack down his pants for a couple of days? Yeah, probably.”
Dutch waved them off. “He’s fine.”
Bobby insisted. “Literally though, he didn’t get up. You think I should go check on him?”
Johnny turned, and yes: LaRusso was still there, still kind of just wriggling around.
Why would Johnny ever want to turn down a chance to rub the kid’s face in the dirt a little longer? “I’ll take care of it,” he said. “You guys go home – I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
He took his time crossing the field – he was pretty exhausted; no more running for him tonight – and by the time he got there, the guys were long gone and he and LaRusso were all alone.
“Hey, man,” he said, casual, like running into somebody in the supermarket.
LaRusso jerked, rolled to face him, and started scrambling to get up. Talking wild, gasping, mostly “No” and “Fuck” over and over again.
His jeans were still partway down, and he fell before he got anywhere close to his feet.
“All right – all right all right, look.” Johnny crouched down by him, not realizing that he meant to help until he was already doing it – tugging the jeans back up, wiping the kid’s tear-shined face. “I got it – I got you, it’s okay.”
LaRusso was still trying to pull away from him. “Don’t – don’t, man, come on,” he whimpered. “Enough – you already-. You already-.”
“I know – I know, it’s okay. Seriously.” He was casting around for what the hell to say, and finally came up with the obvious: “I’m not going to hurt you.” Fairness required him to add: “Anymore.” And then he felt like an asshole.
LaRusso let out one loud gasping sob, and then cringed away from him to curl up.
“Hey, come on. You’re okay,” he insisted. “Here – I’ll help you up. You’re totally fine. We didn’t do anything.”
The kid struggled up to his knees by himself. “The hell you didn’t. You guys scared the shit out of me,” he snarled. He planted one hand on the ground like he was going to rise.
“Scared you?” Johnny looked in astonishment at the little twerp who just would not scare. “What are you talking about? All we did was smack you on the ass.” Again, there was a fairness issue with that. “A lot.”
That got another noise. Weird – was the kid going to lose control and cry every time Johnny tried to be nice?
Kind of curious, he rose up high on his knees and tugged LaRusso to do the same. “C’mere: I’m going to give you a hug,” he declared. “Because clearly you need it.” He wrapped his arms around the kid and held him tight. “I got you. You can cry if you want. I won’t tell anybody.”
“I’m not crying,” LaRusso insisted, still crying.
“Uh-huh.”
He was quiet a moment (except for the crying), but then said, again: “You guys really freaked me out. I thought you were going to-… I don’t know. Do something.”
Johnny snorted. “We did do something. We spanked the hell out of you, remember? Or did you forget that quick?” He dropped his hands down quick and squeezed.
“AH!” LaRusso surged hard against him, slammed face into his shoulder and held it there. “Fuck – don’t do that.”
He laughed. Squeezed a lot more gently, flexing his hands with barely, barely any pressure. “We got you good, huh. You’re going to feel it tomorrow.”
“Oh, ya think?”
“Well, you deserved it. You soaked our joint, man – we were gonna get high tonight and not bother anybody, and instead, you went and made us do this instead. It’s your fault.” He squeezed harder.
LaRusso hissed. “Oh yeah, it’s my fault you’re an asshole.” Another squeeze. “Egh. Okay - okay. Okay, so maybe I’m regretting that hose a little bit right now. Fine.”
Johnny slid his arms back up the kid’s back. “Just so you know, this was way more fun than just punching you out.” He laughed. “Hate to tell you, but I think you’re looking at a spanking every time you annoy me from now on. This was great.”
LaRusso shivered and pressed against him again, burrowing deeper into his neck. “No way, man.”
“Yes way. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Sorry,” he added, to seem like not such a total asshole.
“You guys are- you guys are sick.”
“Hey,” he said sharply, and dropped one hand down for a smack. “What did I tell you about calling us names.”
“Fuck you, Johnny. Seriously. It hurts. It hurts. Like-. It really hurts.”
“Good.” He returned to stroking the back a while. “So. You okay now?”
LaRusso took in a long shuddering breath, and finally pushed himself back to look Johnny in the face. “What the hell do you care?”
Hm. Good question. He shrugged. “I mean… for one thing, there needs to be enough of you left in one piece for me to spank next time.”
The kid shuddered again, and Johnny gave him a big smile, with teeth.
TBC?
My impression was the prompt was looking for something recurring and a little less adversarial, rather than a one-time assault. So, I’m planning to write another chapter of this. It’s not likely to be actually consensual, but, Daniel at least won’t be so terrified now that he knows what’s going on.
Let me know what you think! And, apologies for any errors; I came across this prompt today and busted out this fill pretty much in one sitting.