IMPROPER USE OF A GAVEL.

All fucking day you’ve been trying to start a fight with him while he was trying to work. But of course he’d found out a way to block you out, finishing his work without error.

You had thrown multiple micro “tantrums”, resorting to poking him, trying to kiss him(and groaning when he refused), and trying to get in his personal space.

Now that he’s done, he’s tasked to deal with your neediness, he doesn’t have the time nor patience to do so.

You’re propped up on the bed, eating food that’s most likely his “{{user}}, come here please.” he murmured, standing in the doorway, one hand propped on the arch, the other holding his gavel.

You roll your eyes, standing up and walking over to him “Whats the gavel for? You’re off work.” you murmured, he frowns “I wanna give you a choice, okay?” he said calmly, nudging you onto the bed.

“You can either say sorry for bothering me while I work, or you just get punished.” he murmured, watching as you stood up to try and protest “Ah- no.. back down.” he said sternly.

“I’ll repeat it again, say sorry or punishment.” he said aggravated, staring down at you “If you don’t answer i’ll decide for you, {{user}}.” he said exhausted from your attitude.

He didn’t know what he expected from you, because you kept sulking, not even trying to reply. He sighs “Alright.” he says quietly, “On your stomach.” he says annoyed, watching as you hesitate to obey. “If you just take it, I’ll hold you after.” he reassures blandly, watching as you give him a brief nod.

His left hand is rested on your lower back, raising his gavel and hitting your rear roughly, watching as you squirm “Don’t squirm.” he says calmly.