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There were ham sandwiches, a plate full of homemade chocolate chip biscuits, and two piping hot cups of his grandmother's favorite tea. Honestly, they were all her favourites. It was the first time in months he'd been able to sit down and spend a time with the old woman so why not treat her a little?

"Sorry I've been so busy lately, Gran," Shawn said as he dunked a biscuit into his cup. "I've missed our lunches together."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, dear. You're not a kit anymore and you have your own life to live. You shouldn't worry so much about me all the time," the aging vixen responded with a gentle smile.

"I still feel bad, though. I don't think we've done this in months."

Being raised by a single mother who had to work two jobs just to make ends meet, Shawn ended up spending a lot of time at his grandmother's place. He probably spent more time with her than his actual mother when he thought about it. This made the two foxes incredibly close and he was disappointed with himself over the last year, with getting a new job and moving in with his long term boyfriend, he hadn't had much time for the woman. Maybe their lunch together could be the first step towards changing that?

"Now, enough of beating yourself up," his grandmother said before adding with a smile, "and tell me how Adrien has been. Where is he?"

At mentions of his boyfriend, his ears perked up and he couldn't help but grin as he said, "He had to work the night shift yesterday so he's sleeping right now. Hopefully he'll be up soon and can join us."

"That would be wonderful," she said. Then, as he was taking a sip of his tea, she asked, "While I'm glad you two have moved in together, I must ask when are you going to actually get married? I'm not getting any younger and I want great grandkits."

Shawn choked on his drink, quickly catching himself before he sprayed the warm liquid all over the kitchen table. "G-Gran!"

"I know you two can't have children biologically but you can adopt. There's also that other thing. What was it actual? Artificial exsanguination? The donor thing?"

Shawn covered his face with a hand. "Gran, please stop. And, believe me, you don't want anyone exsanguinating me or Adrien."

"I'm just saying that-oh my."

The old woman suddenly trailing off made Shawn lower his hand to find his grandmother slack jawed and wide eyed. She was looking at something over his shoulder. Behind Shawn was the entrance to the kitchen and, turning his head, his eyes grew the size of dinner plates at what was standing in the archway.

"Sup, babe, am I took late for tea? Did you make those choc chips? You know I love your baking," a large, grey wolf said as he yawned and scratched his bare chest.

Taking him all in, Shawn spluttered at noticing his boyfriend was wearing nothing but the tiniest of blue briefs. Seriously, these things left nothing to the imagination. They were so tight, they made a perfect outline of his cock and balls that Shawn was expecting him to fall out at any moment.

Seemingly unfazed by the staring from the two, Adrien walked over, grabbed a biscuit, popped it into his mouth and said, while chewing, "Good to see you, Granny. It's been ages."

Adrien then walked around the table to wrap his arms around the woman, placing a big wet kiss on her head and causing her to break down into a fit of giggles.

"It's good to see you too, dear," she said, patting his bare arm.

He let her go and then proceeded to practically inhale two more biscuits and a sandwich in two seconds flat. "You cooking is totes awesome, babe. How can you make a simple sandwich taste like it was shat out by angels?"

Adrien could be a bit much at times. He wasn't a fan when it came to toning it down but loudly bursting into the room in nothing but the tiniest piece of cloth that ever existed and speaking in such a manner (in front of hid grandmother, no less!) was taking this too far. Shawn saw red.

After vacuuming up another biscuit, leaving the plate now near empty, he waltzed over to the fridge, exclaiming, "You make the best snacks, babe, but wolfing all that down...hah, wolfing, gettit?" Getting no response for his 'clever' pun other than a stare, Adrien continued, "Anywho, mind if I make a cuppa and join you? We've still got plenty of milk, right?"

Adrien opened the fridge and bent down to rummage inside. Shawn couldn't believe what he as seeing. Not only was his tail raised for reasons unknown but the material from his underwear had been sucked inbetween his cheeks, making it look more like he was wearing a thong than regular old briefs, meaning he was essentially mooning Shawn's eighty year old grandmother.

"Anyone else want another cup of the good stuff or you all sorted?" he called, his head still buried in the fridge.

"We're, um, we're good, dear," Shawn's grandmother responded, clearly trying very hard, and failing, not to stare.

Once the milk was obtained from its frosty prison, Adrien proceeded to make his tea, all the while happily chatting away as if he wasn't practically naked in the middle of their kitchen. When he finished making his cup of warm Heaven, he sat down at the table with them, still yammering away. While Shawn was still horror stricken, his grandmother seemed to recover quickly when Adrien asked her about the jersey she'd mentioned she was knitting for a friend during their last phone call and how that was coming along.

Despite the old woman seemingly having gotten over the shock of being flashed by her grandson's boyfriend, said grandson could still feel his eye twitch. What was Adrien thinking?! He couldn't just put on a pair of pants before coming into the kitchen? No, apparently that was too much effort.

The lunch date went on without a hitch, the elderly fox and wolf chatting away as if all was normal, Shawn trying to partake in the conversation every now and again but finding it a struggle as his eyes kept on moving down to Adrien's well muscled thighs. Before he knew it, his grandmother was saying, "Well, I think it's about time I head home. It's been lovely chatting with you boys."

What? Was it time for her to leave already? Shawn pulled out his phone and checked the time, surprised to find it had already been two hours since Adrien had entered the room. Shawn's ears drooped. He'd been so distracted by his practically nude boyfriend that he'd barely said a word to his beloved grandma.

The two men stood and walked her to the door. Adrien giving her the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek while Shawn gave her a less constricting hug and no kiss. Once their final goodbyes were given and the door was closed, Shawn spun around and snapped, "What the hell, Adrien?!"

Adrien tiled his head, one ear up and one down, as he asked, "What's wrong, babe?"

"What's wrong, babe? WHAT'S WRONG, BABE?!" He was yelling now and didn't care who heard him. The neighbours could yell at them later for the noise but for now he wanted to give Adrien a piece of his mind. "You're practically naked. Just look at you! Your dick's just about falling out."

Adrien looked down at himself, at the materiel straining to keep his member in check. "It's not that bad," he said. "What's the big deal anyway? I walk around in my underwear all the time."

"That's when it's just us and not my goddamn grandmother. This might come as a shocker but I'm not too keen on my boyfriend flashing little old ladies."

"Oh, that's the problem. Sorry about that," he said as he nonchalantly scratched his chest, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

Shawn narrowed his eyes. "What's with you today? You're not usually this bad."

"Ah, you mean I don't usually run around in undies I bought a size too small for the soul purpose of embarrassing you in front of your gran? I mean, you're not wrong there. I don't normally do that."

Shawn's eyes widened. "Wait. You wore those on purpose? You didn't just forget about them and walk in without thinking?" He'd assumed Adrien was just being forgetful or an airhead, a usual occurrence for the wolf, not thinking about what he was wearing. It never dawned on him that he might want to humiliate him in front of his elderly relative. He huffed as he asked, "What are you playing at, Adrien?"

Adrien turned around and waggled his rump. "What's wrong, Sir? Have I been a bad pup?"

"...You're kidding me, right?"

Shawn and Adrien's relationship was a little on what many would call the unusual side. They met on an S&M forum (although the official story was that they met at a cafe...like hell they were telling people the true story) with Adrien taking on the role of the submissive and Shawn the Dom. But while Adrien was technically a sub, he was also would others would call a total fucking brat. He loved winding Shawn up, pushing him to the edge so that any punishments he gave him were extra severe, just the way he liked it. Shawn's eyes widened in realisation.

"You humiliated me in front of her so that I'd discipline you." It was more a statement than a question.

"Hey, you got it right!"

Adrien shot him the biggest shit eating grin that made Shawn's blood boil. He wanted to to be punished? Fine, he'd get exactly what he asked for. With an inhale and exhale of breath to calm him down, Shawn proceeded to walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, an excited Adrien following right behind.

"Off," was all he needed to say and Adrien was excitedly stripping off the briefs.

"Now what?" Adrien asked once the underwear was tossed off to the side and he was as naked as a new born pup. Shawn raked his eyes over him, taking in the lean muscles of his arms and chest, down to his toned stomach before stopping at his full balls and thick member. He'd seen him all but naked for the past several hours but this was different. He didn't have an old woman to worry about and instead he had him all to himself, presenting, expectant.

"Lie down on your stomach," Shawn said as he gave his lap a light pat.

"Yes, Sir!" Adrien responded, tail wagging and full of eagerness. Shawn tried his hardest not to smirk. He wondered how eager he'd be if he knew what was in store for him.

Adrien lay down across his legs, tail still going a mile a minute. It was a distraction so, with a snarl, Shawn grabbed it, saying, "Stop."

The wolf pouted. "I can't help it, Sir. I love it when you get all forceful like this. Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?"

"Mhmh," was the only response he gave before giving his tail a sharp tug, causing Adrien to yelp. He felt his dick twitch against his hip and a large toothy grin spread across Shawn's face. "You're quite the little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Are you really surprised?" Adrien shot him a wink that earned him another harsh tug. He gasped at this and added, "You're being pretty rough today. You really are mad at me, huh?"

"You think this is rough? Just watch me."

He pulled again, earning him another yelp. He finally let go of his tail and Adrien whimpered, but whether it was from relief or disappointment, Shawn had no idea. He then sneered as he ordered, "Lift up your tail."

Adrien's eyes lit up at this and wasted no time in doing as he was told. Tail up, Shawn had a good view of his rump and couldn't help but bite his lip at what he was going to do with it. He could feel Adrien's half hard member pressing against his leg and knew he felt the same. But that didn't mean he couldn't have a little bit of payback. Adrien wanted to be hurt so why not be a little tease and really get him wound up.

He placed his hand on the base of his spine and slowly slid it upward, running his fingers through his boyfriend's thick, grey fur. He continued to do this, running his hand up and down his back in a soothing, gentle manner, an action that made Adrien's muscles tense beneath Shawn's fingers. He was waiting for him to do something, to hurt him in some kind of way. Was he going to yank at the fur on the back of his head? Wrap his fingers around his neck and choke him? Maybe he would drag his claws down his back, leaving beautiful lines of red in his wake? All were things he'd done before, actions that left Adrien writhing and begging for more.

Adrien gave a pathetic whine as Shawn continued to gently caress him. He didn't want this. He was a pain slut. He wanted to be hurt. Shawn knew this but enjoyed watching him squirm. Another whimper and he stopped stroking him, deciding to finally give him what he wanted. So, with his hand raised, he gave an eager looking Adrien a wink before swiftly bringing it down.

SMACK.

Adrien's body went rigid as he let out a high pitched whine. He shot Shawn a dirty look as he pouted and said, "Not fair. You didn't warn me."

"When have I ever warned you before?"

"I mean, you got a point there but-ah!"

Another unexpected smack had him almost falling off of Shawn's lap. The second was much harder than the first, the palm of his hand been stinging from the contact. He could see Adrien's skin already reddening beneath his fur and broke out into a wide grin. He always enjoyed the look of whatever injuries he gave him, only feeling slightly disappointed at how the fur covered most of it up.

He lowered his hand slowly to gently cup one of Adrien's cheeks, the wolf flinching and letting out a hiss as he did so, proof his slap had left a lasting sting. Being the perv he was, Adrien's dick was already hard and pressing against Shawn's thigh. Shawn licked his lips, his own dick twitching to life. After all, he was as big a perv as that wolf of his was.

Two hits wasn't even close to enough for what he did so, his grin growing even wider, he raised up his hand before bringing it back down, the resounding noise of skin hitting skin, and Adrien's cries of pain, filling the room. He then him him again, And again. And again.

"Oh, fuck, Master," Adrien cried. He typically went with Sir, only bringing out Master when he was really into the play. Shawn didn't spank him often but, if it got that reaction out of him, he was beginning to think they'd have to change that in the future.

Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. "Hey, Adrien, do me a little favour, hun?" he said in an over the top sickly sweet voice. "Count for me every time I hit you, 'kay?"

"Count?" Adrien looked up at him, breathing heavy but ears perked in interest.

"Yes, I want you to count every time I hit you and when I get to twenty, well, I think that'll be good enough, don't you?"

"Why can't you do it?" Ah, still trying to be defiant. Well, he'd soon take care of that.

"I have to concentrate, obviously. It takes a lot of mind work to get slapping just right," Shawn told him, earning a look from Adrien. Yes, he was talking shit and they both knew it but who cared? His game, his rules. Well, mostly his rules. He liked it rough but he was hardly an abusive prick and Adrien could out any time he wanted just by saying Red. Shawn noted, however, that in all their years together, he'd never once uttered the word. Adrien really was the ultimate pain slut.

"So, do the smacks you did before count?" Adrien asked.

"Of course not."

"Awesome."

Adrien waggled his rear end, taunting Shawn. Without warning, he slapped him.

"One!" Adrien gasped. it was a good sound. He hit him again.

"Two!"

And again.

"Three!"

And one more time.

"AH FOUR!"

That last one seemed to get to him a little more than the others, no doubt the effect of having been slapped around so much already. He wondered if he'd even be able to make it to twenty.

He smacked him again, Adrien gasped out five. He hit him once more, he thrust forward, his erection rubbing against Shawn's leg, and groaned six. He slapped him again, he arched his back, moaning out seven. His dick was leaking pre, spreading itself all over Shawn's leg Adrien was already falling apart. He slapped him and Adrien let out a low whimper, barely sounding like eight, as his whole body shuddered. He stopped his assault on his behind to give him another gentle caress.

"You really are my little masochist," Shawn cooed as he continued to rub Adrien's plump bottom. "What on earth am I going to do with you?"

"Getting the whip might be a good idea. Ooh, no, the switch," Adrien laughed, breathing heavy, an almost dreamy tone in his voice. He definitely wasn't all there, his mind beginning to fog thanks to the pleasure and the pain.

"Maybe another time, sweetheart. For now..."

"Nine!"

Shawn chuckled. He raised his hand to hit him again but froze. So far after every hit, he'd given him a short break of a few seconds or a minute, but what if he went a little quicker? No rest, pure torment. He slapped him again. Another moan, another number. But before he could continue, he hit him again and as hard as he could. He slapped him over an over again, barely giving him a chance to breath. And as he continued to assault him, Adrien gasped, howled, moaned, and sobbed, just about every noise one could make. He'd tried to count at first, tried his hardest to keep up, but that was soon thrown out the window. They were way past twenty by now anyway.

"Oh, God, Master-fuck!" Adrien had devolved into incoherent blubbering as tears streamed down his face. Shawn wasn't much better, his own mind on one track and that was to cause his partner as much delicious pain as possible. He could feel his erection pressing into Adrien's stomach while the wolf's own was leaving a nice wet spot against Shawn's pants.

As he continued to assault his behind, no one cared about keeping count any longer, Shawn himself having forgotten what number they were on and anything Adrien said was now more akin to incoherent babbles than actual words.

"Please. Oh, fuck, please," Adrien blubbered and for a moment Shawn wondered if he'd gone too far and he was going to ask him to stop. All that went out the window the moment his wolf wailed, "More, please! More-" He interrupted himself with a loud moan, the wet patch on Shawn's leg growing as Adrien came with a full body shudder.

Once he'd calmed down and was no longer shaking, Shawn brought his hand over to the back of Adrien's heading, gently caressing his scalp just the way he liked it. "That feels nice," Adrien said in an almost sleepy tone.

"So, have you learned you lesson?" Shawn asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, run around butt naked in front of your gran more often so I get an epic spanking session."

Shawn grabbed the fur at the back of Adrien's head and yanked backwards so that the man was now looking up into Shawn's face. With smile gone and now replaced by a scowl, he said, "Looks like you haven't learned a damn thing. Seems I'll have to go a little harder on you. Speaking of hard, I think my dick could use some attention."

"Whatever you say, Master," Adrien responded with a wink.

Shawn had the feeling he'd be spending the rest of the day punishing his wolf. Again. And again. And again.