PIETRO’S POTTY MOUTH PUNISHMENT
Stark family dinners were always weird. Either it was extremely formal or they pigged out on the couch while watching TV. Today was one of the formal dinners, and the four Starks sat quietly around the dining room table. Both the twins were silent as their owners tinkered with their various devices, the only noise being the soft clinks. Pietro and Wanda knew better than to talk, even if their master and mistress were in the best of moods, they rarely ever talked about anything interesting. The twins just tried to eat as quickly as possible so that they could escape back to their room before they were dragged somewhere else.
“So I found out our boy apparently has a potty mouth when we're not around,” Tony stated nonchalantly with a smirk on his face. Pietro freezing at the statement.
“What?” Pepper asked, putting down her phone, her full attention turning to the boy. Tony may be the more active owner, but Pepper was far scarier when she was mad.
“According to Barnes, he was using some very colorful words when he and Peter walked in.” Stark snitched, still not looking up from his tablet.
“Well, that just won't do.” She sighed, leaning back, crossing her legs, and tapping her fingers on the table. “Giving us such a bad image.”
It was torture waiting for the woman to make up her mind. Tony didn’t necessarily care about cursing, but Pepper hated it. Pietro’s mouth was the thing he got in trouble for most often and the woman got less patient each time she had to punish him for it. He just hoped that she didn’t ask what he was cursing at, the woman had been looking for an excuse to take away the console from him, and he had just given her the perfect opportunity.
“Well let’s get this over with,” She sighed standing up and clearing off in front of her. “Pants off, on the table ass facing me.”
She then called one of the house staff to bring in a cane. He was a large man who mainly worked in the security detail. Pepper never wanting to get her hands dirty if she didn’t need to, so she rewarded the staff by letting them give punishments when the twins deserved it. This particular guard had prevented Tony from getting into a fight with one of the paparazzi.
“Give him 15 lashes and a good fucking.” She told the man as she took Pietro's old seat for a better view. Don’t go easy.”
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing as the first hit echoed through the room. All eyes were locked on the boy as hit after hit made the boy squirm and scream into his folded arm. All eyes beside Wanda’s who remained focused on the plate in front of her, trying to zone out the sounds of her brother in pain. Tony tapped the table lightly making the boy look up at him with tear-filled eyes, though he wouldn’t let any of them fall. He made sure that the boy knew to keep eye contact with him through the whole beating.
After the 15 lashes had been delivered, the man placed the cane by the chair and climbed onto the table. He undid his pants and slid on a condom as Pietro braced himself for what was coming. ‘I’ve had worse.’ He told himself. ‘It’s only one and he’s no Bucky Barnes’. He repeated those two phrases over and over again as the man lined up and then brutally thrust inside. It hurt. The boy groaned and took a moment to rest his forehead on his arms as the man fucked him like a bull in a rut, before looking back up at his smirking owner. At least he was small, or at least with Piertos standards. He was thick but even Clint was longer than the man inside him. What he leaked in size he sure as hell up for in pure animalistic thrusts thought.
Wanda watched Pepper when she had finished eating. The woman always watched the twin's punishment with cool disinterest. If the woman reacted that's when she could worry until then she would just remain quiet and hope that her brother wouldn’t be too battered later. As bad as the punishment might sound, Wanda knew it was purely for humiliation. The boy would be fine but extremely embarrassed especially as the staff watched on for the aftermath too.
The man groaned loudly as he finished off in the boy, and took only a minute to collect himself before pulling out and getting down from the table.
“Thank you, Ty.” Pepper statted to the main as if it was just business as usual. “You can just leave the condom on his back.”
The man did with a sinister smirk, watching the white liquid begin to escape from the plastic and run down the boy's back. Pietro didn’t dare move until the man was gone and Pepper beckoned him over. He carefully got down and made his way to kneel by the woman's side. He kept his eyes submissively on the floor until the manicured hand gently gripped his chin and made him look at her.
“I do not want to hear of this happening again.” She sighed, “we have had this discussion too many times.”
“I’m sorry.” The boy muttered.
“Go shower, you can apologize properly later.” She stated, the table going back to what it was before. Minus the boy who shamefully made his way through the large house with a bruised ass and cum dripping off his back.