He grit his teeth, his hands flexing where they were tied behind his back, well within view of Optimus. It was... much, much harder than it should be to not push back into the hand resting on his aft. Megatron sort of prided himself on his control when it came to his own desires, need and arousal, as yesterday would've shown a very obvious example of.
Right now, like this, however, he distinctly lacked that control which had nothing to do with the collar, the energon rope burning pleasant heat and faint friction around his wrists, into cables and along seams. It didn't even have to do with the spanking, because Primus knew it wasn't something he got excited over.
It all had to do with the fact that Optimus had caught him when he'd basically worn himself out, high on his systems being keyed up for battle, even in such a simple way as training made it, everything adjusted to noticing even the slightest brush against his armour, to counter it...
And after he was done, it always took a while to wind down, and he hadn't gotten that. Instead he'd been faced with a struggle and half-combat, mostly sensory-feedback he couldn't do anything about.
"Not---" His vocaliser glitched out on empty as another one of those strikes hit, but at least that was no noise instead of some embarrassing moan as that vibration spread, interacting with priming sensitive systems elsewhere, charge and vibration working together as the pain flared out along the surface of his armour, and the pressure and friction went down, meeting throbbing circuits that weren't flooded with pain.
No, nothing as preferable as that.
"--yet. I'm sure I will be though. It's not as if you've been at this for very long, so there's time yet." Megatron wasn't sure if Optimus had notices his... ahem, state or not, but he hoped not. This was humiliating enough. He didn't need to be left with Optimus being done and leaving, aware of leaving him aroused.
Because what else would happen? Optimus was understandably still displeased from yesterday, and even if a spanking wouldn't really make Megatron realise a mistake he already knew he'd made, a "punishment" was a punishment.
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Date: 2013-01-04 11:40 am (UTC)Right now, like this, however, he distinctly lacked that control which had nothing to do with the collar, the energon rope burning pleasant heat and faint friction around his wrists, into cables and along seams. It didn't even have to do with the spanking, because Primus knew it wasn't something he got excited over.
It all had to do with the fact that Optimus had caught him when he'd basically worn himself out, high on his systems being keyed up for battle, even in such a simple way as training made it, everything adjusted to noticing even the slightest brush against his armour, to counter it...
And after he was done, it always took a while to wind down, and he hadn't gotten that. Instead he'd been faced with a struggle and half-combat, mostly sensory-feedback he couldn't do anything about.
"Not---" His vocaliser glitched out on empty as another one of those strikes hit, but at least that was no noise instead of some embarrassing moan as that vibration spread, interacting with priming sensitive systems elsewhere, charge and vibration working together as the pain flared out along the surface of his armour, and the pressure and friction went down, meeting throbbing circuits that weren't flooded with pain.
No, nothing as preferable as that.
"--yet. I'm sure I will be though. It's not as if you've been at this for very long, so there's time yet." Megatron wasn't sure if Optimus had notices his... ahem, state or not, but he hoped not. This was humiliating enough. He didn't need to be left with Optimus being done and leaving, aware of leaving him aroused.
Because what else would happen? Optimus was understandably still displeased from yesterday, and even if a spanking wouldn't really make Megatron realise a mistake he already knew he'd made, a "punishment" was a punishment.