Editing Faramir is caught eavesdropping and gets a spanking of his own

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More tears made their paths down Faramir’s face, meeting at his chin to drop down to the cold stone floor at his feet. He turned away wiping the tears from his eyes as he went. That is what love should be remarked to himself…

Faramir, lost deep in his own thought and strangled feelings of love for his own father, turned and started down the corridor. Leaving the two Elves, both still clinging to one another, to finished this show of filial love, alone, away from the gaze of one who did not feel he understood. As Faramir trod softly towards Legolas’s room the heavy oak door swung open so silently, it seemed as though it had planned the events to come.

Faramir had travelled no more than a tenth of the extensive corridor before two slender hands, with swift and incredible Elven strength grasp his upper arms and led him backwards. Faramir had no chance to struggle, the grip was iron and his shock at having been found coursed a delayed pulse of adrenalin through his body. Too late to help him, but enough to rouse him completely from the complacence which had led to this second capture. The vice-like grip released him at the feet of Thranduil who considered him for a moment. 

“What is the meaning of this Faramir?” Faramir was surprised to detect a note, of what he could only think of as loving, in his voice. Yet his face was unreadable. Why must Elves hide emotion and thought so easily? And why can not I do the same? Thought Faramir as he cowered on the icey floor before the Elven Lord.

“I know I have trespassed my Lord, but I could not allow Legolas to suffer for an action which… Which was….” His words failed him. He glanced back over his shoulder to the slim, upright figure of Legolas. His face hiding much, but his eyes searching Faramir’s with a look of mild amusement. This gave Faramir the sensation of words blossoming their way from his stomach, or maybe it was his heart…? My respect for Legolas… What more could it be…? He licked his lips as he turned his head back to meet Thranduil’s calm gaze.

“Which was only the act of a child wishing to please his Ada. I would do the same for my father as I am sure many more would…” He allowed his sentence to trail off and he searched Thranduil’s face with apprehension.

“What is it to you, the custom of elves?” Thranduil’s voice had become harder. His stare had become quietly smouldering with anger… Now Faramir wished he could not read Thranduil’s expression as the harshness pounded him into that part of his mind which would not allow him to think.

“Nothing my Lord… All I know is that I would not wish Legolas to …Suffer…Without… I…” Faramir could not understand why his words had failed, but had no time to contemplate before Thranduil stood.

“The child was out alone in the woods!” Roared Thranduil, “I would not have punished him in any other way! No doubt you saw all from your hiding place! It is out of love that I punish my son in such a way!” Faramir tensed and curled a little into his crouched position, what have I done? I have never seen an elf in such a fury… 

Faramir risked another look at Legolas. He was still watching Faramir, has he not looked away since he last caught my gaze? His face now contained surprise and fear. For me? Mused Faramir giving a confused look which penetrated to the heart of the elfling.

“You comment upon our culture without having experienced it?” Thranduil paused. “Even a little?” Thranduil sounded calm, but his face still held much rage. Yet Faramir imagined he saw a look of contentment flicker across Thranduil’s on his second question… Was it his imagination? 

“No…I …Never, my Lord…” Stuttered Faramir, his tongue feeling too large for his mouth. 

Legolas gazed as Faramir licked his lips again. He could not take his eyes away from the reddening face of the Man which gave his lips a deeper red than any Elf, a race known for their pale elegance. The unfairness of the punishment to him was nothing now. This Man had tried to help him. Followed him where he should have not. Twice. It was Legolas’s turn to protect the one he had grown so much respect for in so little time-

“Please Ada. Do not punish him also. He does not know what he says” Stated Legolas, he blushing too. A mild barely perceptible pink on his high cheekbones.
Faramir saw the blush and it extended his own. He is protecting me… This Elf is kind...But surely foolish… 

Thranduil turned his head towards his son shocked at how he had so quickly forgotten his previous punishment. This would not do. If Legolas feels he must protect Faramir as a brother and if Faramir acts the same... They shall see what it is like to be brothers… Shall see him punished as one…

“I shall punish him as I please, Legolas. Now to your room.” The finality in Thranduil’s voice made both young Man and young Elf bow their heads in defeat.
Legolas silently, reluctantly, left the room, flashing an expression of deep concern at the back of Faramir’s head which neither remaining saw.

Faramir’s mind was running wild. Punishment? What? Is he going to…? He mustn’t… But he will…What if I…?I… Want…. 

Faramir remained cowered to the floor. His heart began to race along with his mind. I want this…This is my desire…

“Come now Faramir. Onto my lap” Thranduil’s calmness, the slight sneer in his voice. It did nothing to anger Faramir. It excited him… Move Faramir! You want this! Climb onto him… Let him punish you…. Faramir looked at Thranduil as he stood.

“Do not look at me Faramir. You must be punished…”

Faramir stood and stepped towards Thranduil, I must not look at him. I must not…He lowered his tingling body across the Elven Lord’s thighs, relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The warmth of the body beneath…

Thranduil lifted the hem of Faramir’s shirt to reveal the pale warm flesh of his lower back. Muscular yet soft. A thin scar trailed from higher up Faramir’s back. Thranduil wanted to trace the line upwards with his finger… Then with his tongue…
He stopped these thoughts. No. This is not for my pleasure or for his…

He curled the tips of his fingers over the top of the hem and felt more warmth. Slowly he pulled at the material, lowering it to the crease where his legs met his buttocks. So soft, and yet as his back, muscular. Thranduil paused a moment staring at the smoothness… The line… Where it led…

“You deserve this Faramir.” Started Thranduil, swallowing his thoughts and focusing on the punishment.

Yes I do… Tell me why… Faramir decided he did not care if Thranduil felt his pleasure in this. He was getting hard, could feel it start to push against Thranduil’s thigh. His warm, soft skin made Faramir harder at the thought… Where this could lead… From the moment he saw Thranduil, Faramir knew that he would like to feel him. Taste him. Not out of love. But out of desire. He was a tall elegant Elf with long golden grey hair and a handsome face. If he was honest Legolas was the more attractive of the two, but he had treated him as a worthless piece of meat all the journey here. He had only began to gain respect for him in seeing his punishment.

“You have behaved as a naughty child, and you must be treated as such.” Thranduil smirked to himself. He could feel the stirrings of Faramir’s erection pushing against  his inner thigh. Trying to tempt his own. He will not be satisfied by this. He shall leave unsatisfied…

Without any more words to Faramir Thranduil lifted his hand into the air and brought it down upon Faramir’s exposed, pale cheeks. The sound. The crack of flesh on flesh and the spasm of Faramir as he reacted to his hand…. The control… it satisfied Thranduil.

It excited Faramir. His excitement making him harder than he ever though he could be. And so quickly! Faramir’s breathing sped up. He felt himself rub against Thranduil when he jumped from the first hit. He wanted to be hurt again and feel the soft warmth against his hard-on at the same time.

A second thwack across his bare arse brought a moan from Faramir. His hands clutching at the side of the chair. At something solid as this hit made his cock grid against Thranduil harder. His breath became even more ragged. His desire escaping in his moans.

Thranduil brought his hand down again. Again. Again. Faramir moaning. Crying out louder each time. He began to try and rub against Thranduil’s hot thigh unsatisfied now with waiting for the hand to push him to grid. To feel his hardness push against something soft as he received his much deserved punishment on his behind.

Thranduil began to hit faster. And harder, becoming out of breath. Now feeling his own cock begin to stir at the feel of Faramir’s hardness so close to him. I have to stop. I must or I shall lose myself…I must… But the sounds of Faramir. His erection rubbing so frantically. So close. Through the thin material…

“That is enough now, Faramir!” Cried the Lord. He let Faramir remain where he was for a moment breathing raggedly on his lap. “That is enough now” This time quietly. Breathlessly.

Faramir came back to his senses. He was still so hard. Still so excited. Why did it have to stop? He tried to rub himself again against Thranduil but a hand rested on his back telling him that was enough. He realised he had to leave. He moved to stand, just as he did Thranduil spoke.

“You see why you needed punishing Faramir?” It was more of a statement than a question. Faramir noted the pale flush on Thranduil’s face. The same as Legolas…

“I do Lord Thranduil” replied Faramir standing completely, pulling up his trousers and manfully ignoring the erection which had still not subsided, mainly due to the remaining sting…

“Return to your rooms. You must rest before your journey tomorrow” Thranduil rested his head in his hands. He concentrated on forcing down the desire which was still making his cock attempt to harden further. He had pushed Faramir away in time. Saved him from discovering his hard-on almost pushing into his own. His cock throbbed and became so hard Thranduil knew he would have to deal with it if he was to resist this man. He would deal with this when Faramir had left…

Faramir turned and left the room closing the door firmly behind him. He stopped, looking down at his hardness still straining for attention. The sense that Thranduil had enjoyed the friction too held him there. But a sudden desire to go to Legolas. To touch him…. 

Faramir did not move…

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