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SLAP
"Alright DW, we're done now."
Launchpad spoke softly to Drake. His heart melted at the shaky sigh of relief. He rubbed slow, soothing circles into his partner's lower back. Adoring the sight of his lover's fluffy, petite tail lazily swishing side to side as he reveled in the soothing touch.
Drake on the other hand was in la-la land. His head was fuzzy and warm as he entered subspace. Despite his burning, most likely bright red backside; he felt safe and secure. Sometimes, it was nice to just lay over his boyfriend's lap and let his lovable oaf of a duck slap his chubby bottom silly.
He wasn't sure why this helped him relax after a tough night of crime fighting - maybe it was something to do with his ego, being taken down a peg or something...but in his post spanked, spaced out brain; he didn't care. He just reveled in the sting and feel of Launchpad's massive hands rubbing away, enjoying the way those thick but nimble fingers carded through his feathers so gently.
"How ya feeling now, DW? ya back on earth yet?" He heard his boyfriend tease. To which Drake responded with a low grumble and pout.
"Mhmm...still feel floaty." Drake responded honestly, He shivered when those huge hands cupped his aching bottom. Only to sigh again when they rubbed the sting away instead of bringing upon more hits. Whining softly when those hands moved under his stomach, coaxing him to move
"Shh, it's okay babe. Just thought you'd appreciate lying down instead.." Launchpad spoke quietly, resting against their pillows. He lay his spaced out boyfriend against his large chest. His heart melting at the sight of his smaller lover nuzzling his bare chest feathers.
"Mhm yeah..you have a point LP..." Drake sighed happily, his eyes shutting as he relaxed into the larger mallard's chest. Humming in contentment as Launchpad began to caress his back and tail feather's lovingly. Ideally playing with the fluffy tail he adored so much.
The two began to sit in comfortable silence. Drake grounding himself back to reality with each 'thump thump' of his larger lover's heartbeat. The fuzzy feeling began to slowly fade away, allowing the smaller mallard to come back in touch with reality..He blinked away the lasting fuzziness, lifting his head to look up at Launchpad...who was making an attempt to read Drake's sappy romance novel...not fully realizing it was upside down. The sight made Drake huff in both fondness and disbelief.
"Launchpad dear, You'll find flipping the book right side up will help you understand the plot better."
To which Launchpad blinked down at Drake and then looked at the book in question.
"OH hey DW!" his boyfriend looked down at him with a dopey grin "Aw geez, no wonder why I was struggling..I thought it was in a different language!'' The comment made Drake chuckle softly in bewilderment. He watched as Launchpad took the time to carefully bookmark Drake's page in the novel before putting it down on the bedside table, Wrapping both arms around him.
"Good to see you back, babe!" Launchpad beamed. Rubbing Drake's lower back. "I was worried...I thought I hit ya too hard..." Launchpad admitted softly, moving said hand back down to Drake's red, chubby bottom. Rubbing away the pleasant burn. The touch made Drake squirm a little, trying to be subtle as he pressed back against the hand in question.
"Mhm no...you did just perfect, darling." Drake purred, kissing his lovable dope on the cheek. "How about you, LP?" Drake asked, using a finger to circle Launchpad's massive chest. Earning Drake a deep giggle.
"Aww hehe no need to worry about me, Babe." Launchpad patted Drake's warm bottom again. "I'm doing great! Especially now that I get to do this~" He winked, lovingly pinching and squeezing Drake's ass cheeks. Watching in delight when he got the reaction he wanted - That iconic adorable yelp and squirming.
"LLLaunchpadd! cut that out!" Drake reprimanded, lightly smacking his chest. He gave Launchpad a half assed glare - But his dead give away was his fluffy little tail, which was wagging in delight. "And yes! I do need to worry about you! this arrangement is a two way street!" Drake scolded. "A-And besides...I'd hate for you to be upset or uncomfortable.." He said quietly, burying his head in Launchpad's chest to avoid his lover's gaze.
"Aw hey DW, That's what the safeword is for!" Launchpad reminded softly, using his free hand to pet at three little tufts on his head. "If I was ever uncomfortable or upset with something we did. I'd say it in a heartbeat." Hearing that Drake's doubts and concerns melted away. Replaced with a calming atmosphere...until Launchpad gently tipped Drake's head up to look at him.
"But I do expect you to do the same thing, DW..." He said in that stern, dominant voice that made butterflies in Drake's stomach fly. He gulped, nodding up at Launchpad.
"I-I will, LP. I-I promise!"
His affirmation to Launchpad's request earned him a kind smile and a loving pat on the backside.
"That's a good boy."
It has started with a harmless, playful smack on the bum from Launchpad. Drake had made a snide, ego fueled comment towards the taller mallard - And without Gosalyn in the living room, Launchpad decided to smack his smart beaked boyfriend. "Ya better watch that beak of yours, DW...Or I might hafta teach you some manners." And fucking winked at him. That wild, unpredictable moment had left Drake's head spinning...and a curious itch began forming.
Outside of capers, He researched. Read forums, Watched Documentaries...watched other videos. He recalled one particular video, a black haired duck - hauntingly similar to Launchpad's build (even to his damn beak structure) in one such video; the Launchpad lookalike spanked his assumed wife. it Made his cheeks turn red and head spin with vivid fantasies. With his superior detective skills he made a simple conclusion;
He just had to give it a try.
One communication boundary establishing conversation later; Drake was over Launchpad's knee, getting his tail feathers pleasantly toasted. The feeling of the building burn on his backside strangely helped ease out all his stress and anxieties. He concluded that he found it...strangely relaxing. He'd even dare say...cathartic...he couldn't understand why, but a part of him felt...more at ease and safe. He considers it weird, considering his less than stellar upbringing.
His most well kept secret would probably be about his childhood. A lot of it he doesn't remember. Fuzzy memories of peers abusing and belittling him since he was just a duckling. He can barely remember his parents; their voices muddled and faces blurry. But when he thinks of them; He associates them with yelling, crying, disappointed gazes and...cruel punishments.
The memory of one such punishment rearing its ugly head as he's staring in front of the newly installed adult shop. (Drake is still bewildered at how such a store could be built in the wholesome St.Canard shopping mall!). An innocent looking, heart shaped paddle is one of the few items showing in it's front window...He stares at it with both burning hatred and morbid curiosity.
He can’t remember in full detail, but he remembers a thick, wooden paddle. Being brought down fast and hard, impacting his smaller bottom. He remembers sobbing hysterically as his bottom was beaten till harsh, bruised marks started appearing past his coat of feathers. The throbbing and stinging pain making younger Drake wobble and limp through the school halls. (He’s thankful he was made to wear pants when he was a kid). Never knowing fully what he did to deserve a harsh punishment.
In his 20’s, everything from his childhood became a blur. His biological parental figures were nothing but blurred silhouettes. Now in his 30’s he can’t even put a voice or name to them. Good riddance. Drake thought bitterly.
But this Fucking thing. This paddle, this innocent, heart shaped paddle was enough for those awful, blurry memories to rush to his head. Through the blurry figures angry, piercing eyes stared him down. Their eyes spoke disappointment, dissatisfaction…embarrassment.
He shook his head, staring intently at the paddle. He gulped. Even if everything indicated that even the thought was a bad idea, he couldn’t help but feel that infuriating curious itch come back.
In his research, he had encountered a few forum pages and videos. People sharing their experiences with various implements. Paddles had come up frequently, much to Drake's dismay and morbid curiosity. 'Do they really feel that great???' He recalled initially thinking as he read one such forum response. That question was now repeating over and over in his head again as he stared at the display window.
Could he just...replace those awful memories? He blushed when a vivid image of Launchpad bringing down the paddle against his chubby bottom. He despised how he visibly jumped, as if he had been actually hit. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try...He thought to himself, nervously biting his bottom bill and playing with the hem of his emerald green sweater vest.
Before he could shake off his inquisitive itch and list all the reasons why this was wrong, a large, friendly hand plopped down on his shoulder;
“There ya are, DW! I was looking all over for ya!” Drake jumped as Launchpad excitedly greeted him. “Hey! This is the new store Binkie was talking about!” Drake grimaced “more like gossiping..” he grumbled to himself, unable to face his excitable lover in his embarrassment.
His feathers stood on an end when Launchpad peered down to his eye level.. “whatcha looking at anyway, DW?” Launchpad inquired, his eyes scanning the various lingeries' and very few toys they could legally display..his eyes eventually landed on the same heart shaped paddle. Drake’s entire face turned bright red, mortified at being caught. Peering up at the window, he could see Launchpad’s cocky grin through the reflection.
“Ohh! Hehehe why didn’t ya say ya wanted to…’spice’ up our dynamic a bit.” Launchpad’s voice lowered to that sultry, irresistible tone that made Drake’s knees wobble. He was speechless as Launchpad's hand traveled down from his shoulder, down his lower back. His fingers brushing delicately against his tail feathers.
“You wanna be spanked with a paddle next session, babe?” Launchpad whispered in Drake’s ear. Making the smaller mallard shudder.
“Mhn, I bet that naughty, peachy ass of yours would look just stunning after a paddlin’..”
That was enough for Drake to make his decision; morals be damned. He dragged his chuckling boyfriend by the scarf, marching right into the store…Coming out shortly with said paddle. Discreetly hidden in a solid black plastic bag. It stayed in that plastic bag for almost two weeks, in his wardrobe, buried underneath the tacky patterned shirts the muddlefoots gifted him once. (He recalled Binkie making some offhand comment about his ‘pink’ shirts and something about masculinity…It took his entire willpower to not roll his eyes.). In those two weeks, he had another case and had almost forgotten about that blasted paddle in his closet…
…If it weren’t for the post case session. Drake had found that the transition back from Darkwing Duck to Drake Mallard was always difficult…he needed to relax. And to relax…well..
..That’s how he found himself in his nightshirt. Standing in between Launchpad’s lap. His lover’s large hands wrapped around his hips. That made him feel exceptionally small. The start of their scene.
“Now remember, DW. I ain’t doin’ this because I’m upset or angry. I’m doin’ this to help you relax.” Launchpad said, his tone stern but still gentle. “An’ I trust you to tell me when you’re not feeling safe anymore…can you tell me our safeword?”
“Pinckney Flange..” Darkwing responded without hesitation, his heart fluttering when he saw Launchpad nod in approval.
“That’s a good boy…now come lay over my lap, please.”
Darkwing couldn’t resist following his lover’s request. Especially when he used his stern voice. With wobbly legs, he climbed onto the bed and carefully lay over Launchpad’s lap. He was rewarded with one of Launchpad’s massive hands sliding up his back. He shivered as the hand shifted his nightshirt along too. Feeling the fabric bunch up and gather up his back.
He bit back a whimper as he felt Launchpad’s free hand cup and rub his bare buttocks. Rubbing appreciative circles in his feathery backside.
“All yer marks from last session cleared up, babe..” Launchpad said with a low chuckle, making Darkwing push his hips further into Launchpad’s caressing hand
‘Then spank me! You teasing son of a-’
SLAP
Drake was pulled out of his thoughts, yelping loudly when Launchpad delivered the first lick. The sudden surprise. Followed by the grounding, mild pain made him melt back down into his lover’s lap. Coyly hugging the nearby pillow.
“We best fix that, DW…Else ya might start actin’ up again”
Launchpad winked, delivering the second slap. He very quickly fell into a steady rhythm; smacking each of Drake’s chubby cheeks. Drake wasn’t given much time to think between each smack- all he could do was whine, whimper and revel in the forming burning sensation. Each lovely smack turned his brain progressively into mush - Effectively turning off the constant overthinking.
He no longer reflected on the ‘what if’s’ or the mistakes he made during the case; He was here, with his launchpad. Relishing in the delicious onslaught on his backside. He sighed in relief and just continued to let out soft whines and pleased sounds as his bottom was thoroughly warmed.
He soon got lost to the steady rhythm of smacks. Not being able to focus on anything but what was happening in that moment.
SMACK, SLAP, SMACK
He soon shut his eyes, forcing himself to give in to the sensation. The way his body jolted each time Launchpad’s massive hand crashed down on his bottom felt like waves crashing against his body. He felt the familiar fuzzy feel begin to take over…when the smacks suddenly stopped coming.
“W-Wha…” Drake didn’t mean to sound so lost - but he couldn’t help himself. Only craning his neck to try to look up at Launchpad. The larger mallard must’ve thought he looked adorable - because he chuckled warmly. He relaxed visibly as the large hand gently cupped his bottom again.
“It’s alright, babe…Jus’ wrapped up the warmup”
Warmup?
OH.
Drake felt butterflies flutter around his stomach as he felt the wooden paddle rub against his backside. (‘When did LP grab that out of the closet?!’) The realization dawned on him as he felt Launchpad lightly tap the paddle against the warmed backside.
“What’s yer color, DW?”
Launchpad said, his dominant tone making a shiver travel up Drake’s body. He swore - he felt his brain booting up, trying to form a response - anticipation and excitement. In his fuzzy brain he muttered out the first thing that came to thought;
“Green- ‘M Green!”
He whined, shuffling in the larger mallard's lap. A grounding hand rubbed his lower back as a reward.
“Mnhm…Good Boy...”
Launchpad cooed softly, moving that grounding hand further up his back. Placing his hand on top of where Drake’s nightshirt bunched up. Drake’s stomach fluttered as he felt the paddle leave his buttocks. He shivered and tensed in anticipation…He felt a little droplet of sweat travel from his temple down his cheek. It felt like forever before he felt the Paddle come down with a hard;
THWACK.
Out of instinct, he jumped. The pain immediately shot through his buttocks, an electric shock traveling through his entire body..
CRACK
..He let out a sharp gasp of breath…he couldn’t properly process what was happening. The pain felt hauntingly familiar.
SMACK
Too Familiar... Flashes of those disappointed, sharp gazes. The piercing green eyes of his mother. The disgusted scowl of his father. He could see them both properly. His father’s firm hand squeezing his shoulder too harshly. His mother’s verbal abuse. Vaguely disguised as scolding…and the crack of the thick paddle.
CRACK
The more he received, the more vivid his memories became. He could feel the blurry filter lift up, clearing up the horrible scenes from his childhood. How raw his throat was from sobbing so much, how his eye ached from the streaming tears…just how much the pain radiated. The paddling going on for what felt like hours…He tried to focus on his father’s clock in his study. Praying as the minute hand passed by, his father and mother would grow tired and just shove him in the corner for half an hour, annoyed by his sobs and cries…thus the cruel cycle would begin again.
SMACK
It hurt. It really hurt. He wanted it to stop. He couldn’t take it. He was scared. He wanted it to stop..
“P-Pick-”
Launchpad’s onslaught halted, his arm raised mid-air as he held the wooden paddle. His expression quickly went from teasing to concern.
“DW…Are you ok-”
“PICKNEY FLANGE!”
Drake jumped when he heard a ‘THUNK’...Launchpad must’ve dropped the paddle in shock. His head spun when he felt two massive hands pick him up and pull him into his chest.
“Hey…C’mon babe...it’s okay...just take some deep breaths…”
Launchpad’s voice sounded distant. All Drake could do was curl up, hiding his face into Launchpad’s chest. He pressed in as close as he could, trying to ground himself with the larger mallard’s heartbeat, trying to escape this odd limbo.
THUMP THUMP
Instead of hearing his parent’s chastising, he heard Launchpad’s deep heartbeat, guiding him away from their awful yelling. As if Launchpad himself was dragging him away and helping him escape from his father’s dreadful study.
“That’s it buddy…Yer in our room babe. Yer safe…I’m here…jus’ please come back to me..”
He felt a hand rub his back and shoulders frantically through his cotton nightshirt, the fabric rubbing against his feathers.
THUMP THUMP
Drake blinked away the fuzziness…and tears? He had no idea he had been crying. But as he touched his face, all he felt was dampness. Had he been crying that whole time? He was snapped from his thoughts when a soft tissue dried his tear stained cheeks.
“You back with me…?”
Launchpad’s voice was no longer that dominating tone he loved so much. It was much softer, usually used for times when Drake was at his lowest. Despite his strong accent, his soft tone always soothed Drake. Drake looked up, staring into scared and concerned eyes. Oh no…his precious pilot! He had been holding back tears, trying to be strong while Drake had dropped. Tears fell down his face.
“Drake…I-I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have hit ya so hard!”
Of course LP would blame himself. Drake’s heart ached. His lover looked on the verge of dropping himself. With shaky hands, he cupped Launchpad’s face. Using his thumb to wipe away the tears,
“I-It’s not your fault…”
Drake Cringed at how raspy his voice was. Launchpad took that cue to hand over the bottle of water left on the bedside table. He brought the opened bottle to Drake’s beak.
“Take a drink first, babe…slow sips..”
If Drake wasn’t half in subspace still, he would’ve probably told LP he was just fussing. It was nothing. But he couldn’t help but meekly take small sips of water, the cool liquid soothing his aching throat…he must’ve been screaming and crying…thank goodness Gosalyn was at a sleepover for the weekend. He couldn’t forgive himself if she ever saw him hysterical…The guilt he felt when he looked up at Launchpad’s scared face…it made his stomach churn uneasily.
But he needed to sort things right…he refused to let Launchpad blame himself.
“When I was a duckling…I was never good enough for my parents.”
Drake despised how close to crying he was already…his beak wobbling as he resisted the urge. But a grounding hand patted his back. Encouraging him to cry…to keep going..
“...I was always an embarrassment…a disappointment…at the slightest mistake my parents would take me to dad’s study…and use a paddle on me..”
Tears streamed down his swollen eyes again. He hid his face in his palm, avoiding Launchpad’s gaze. Launchpad’s heartbeat picked up as he continued.
“...T-They’d go at it for so long…they left bruises..”
His breathing hitched, He covered his beak to stifle the sob. Shutting his eyes as more tears fell. He felt Launchpad wrap his arms around him, caging him in a protective embrace.
“I would limp for weeks afterwards…I couldn’t sit down without bursting into tears…which just annoyed them more…I was supposed to be a good, quiet child. I was supposed to play the part of the perfect child in the perfect nuclear family…but I kept forgetting my lines..”
He lifted his face, Frowning as he saw that his poor pilot’s shirt was soaked with his tears (and probably snot. Gross Mallard…) He subconsciously began trying to dry the damp patch with his sleeve, trying to distract himself as he continued his story.
“...It wasn’t until my third grade teacher, Ms.Boriscowski tried sitting me on the time out stool did the facade finally shatter..”
His memory of that fateful day was cloudy as well. But now that it had been forced to the front of his brain did he see it clearly; Drake was 7(and a ½). The thought of sitting down on those awful wooden benches for a whole period was dreadful. He had done everything in his power to avoid sitting until his third grade teacher had enough. She had dragged him over to the stool in the corner and forced him to sit down. Resulting in a heart wrenching cry of pain from the duckling.
He was immediately inconsolable, Begging and screaming. “IT HURTS! IT HURTS! PLEASE! IT HURTS!!” His teacher knew something was wrong…this wasn’t a normal reaction for a spanked child…she had carried the hysterical duckling out and into the nurse's office. His memory was fuzzy after that. He vaguely remembered crying out as the nurse tenderly applied ointment. Ms.Boriscowski holding his hand. Apologizing over and over (“I know it hurts dear, I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry sweetie..”)
He was rushed off to hospital. He remembered the vague excitement of finally riding an ambulance. The nice nurses who tended to him, consoled him as he whimpered and cried. Drake remembered the Detective who came in. He was kind, he had shared his interests in Comic books and superheroes. He had asked difficult questions - Questions he can’t remember anymore. But he remembered his answer that had made his teacher and the detective frown;
“Mommy and Daddy tell me I’m an embarrassment…I deserve it…I’m a disgrace to the mallard name…that’s why they paddled me..”
He doesn’t remember much after that; Ms. Boriscowski and his aunt kept him out of the loop. They just wanted him to recover and focus on being a little boy again. He didn’t need to worry about being perfect or living the facade anymore. He could just be Drakey. Despite their best efforts, Drake still suffered side effects; Emotional outbursts. Issues with self confidence and amnesia.
Apparently he needs to be re-diagnosed for that last one.
He thought to himself, redirecting his thought process back to the matter at hand. He was alarmed when he saw Launchpad’s expression…he looked as if he was about to cry.
“B-But my point is…this wasn’t your fault!...I-I stupidly thought that I could just…replace those memories…and fill them with good ones instead..”
Drake huffed, wiping his eyes dry with his sleeve. He yelped when Launchpad’s massive arms crushed him into a massive hug.
“Geez Drake…Thank you for tellin’ me..”
Launchpad started softly, Drake could only relax when the aviator began to brush and scritch at Drake’s head.
“I know that it’s uh hard to bring up those sorta things...but ya have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Launchpad’s assurance made Drake tear up again. LP was the first he had told about his childhood, Morgana hadn’t reached that level of trust with Drake. Before Drake could thank his lover for his understanding, he was stopped;
“I’m still sorry, DW…I-I guess I was just excited to try something new with ya! A-An’ I’m really honored ya trust me so much!”
Drake felt his tail feather’s wag when Launchpad gave him a dopey smile. He wiggled up to peck his bulky lover on the cheek.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Darling…I was excited too…But we should have talked more about it…”
He sheepishly circled a lazy finger over Launchpad’s neck, watching as the feathers moved and twirled around his finger. He felt Launchpad give a nervous chuckle, patting Drake on the back.
“I guess we both got excited…b-but uh hey! I-I really wanna try again…but this time, we can build up to it! One of my old pals, Marty, is real good with this sort of thing! They really know their stuff! M-maybe we could borrow a few implements from them and see what ya like?”
How could Drake refuse when Launchpad was smiling down at him with the kindest, most gentle smile he had ever laid eyes on? He smiled warmly, nodding in agreement.
“O-Okay…I really want to try again with you, Launchpad! I trust you..”
He cupped Launchpad’s face again, trying to convey how much he trusted his boyfriend. LP smiled, leaning into the touch.
“Then it’s settled; we’ll start building up to it and tryin’ new things! Who knows…maybe we’ll find something much better than a silly ol’ paddle!”
Drake felt his cheeks warm up as LP winked down at him. His tail wagged in excitement at the idea. LP chuckled and gently cupped his hand over his fluffy tail.
“Not tonight though.” Drake was sure he pouted (and whined but he’ll deny that later) LP chuckled, patting Drake’s buttocks affectionately.
“Slow down, You dropped hard tonight and’ I was close to droppin’ too. Let’s just take it easy for the rest of the night. We could watch one of those Derek Blunt movies yer so eager about!”
Any other time he would have scoffed and retorted that evil never rests. But in this scenario, he finds himself just nodding. Cuddling close to Launchpad
“I wouldn’t mind just cuddling with you…we could read my novel together..”
Drake shuffled shyly, he still felt a bit nervous about sharing his other hobbies with his Boyfriend, worrying that he’ll be mocked, or called a dweeb. But Launchpad just beamed at the idea and nodded.
“Sure thing, DW! Anything to cheer you up! B-But uh hehe you might need to bring me up to speed! I’m sorta confused- is Fernado getting with Maria? Or is he an’ Sebastian havin’ affair behind Maria’s back!?”
Drake sighed fondly at his boyfriend’s confused babbling.
“That’s what you get for skipping the first few chapters, LP.”
He patted one of his lover’s pec’s. In return, Launchpad handed him the novel in question. Despite his aching posterior, Drake rolled off Launchpad’s chest, opting to cuddle at his lover’s side. He wanted Launchpad to read along as well, even if he was a tad slower than Drake. He didn't mind at all, he just wanted to share a quiet moment with his favorite (and only) Pilot. As he opened the novel, he decided that starting from the beginning would just be easier than explaining the plot, so he just removed his bookmark, throwing it to the floor. Launchpad Gasped in surprise, going to reach for the discarded bookmark.
“DW-”
“It’s okay, Launchpad…my memory’s a tad hazy about the context too; Let’s find out together, yeah?”
Launchpad puffed up slightly, smiling down at his smaller lover.
“Sure thing, DW!”
Drake soon found himself getting immersed into the novel again; Quietly reading peacefully. He answered any questions (no matter how trivial they got.) Next to his discarded bookmark lay the heart shaped paddle, once again completely forgotten about as they enjoyed their company in serene silence.