Double Trouble
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team; I just get them into trouble.
Warnings: Discipline
Fandom: A-team
Archive: Sure
Thanks: to my betas, Allison and Pepper!
Face knew he was setting up for trouble. He knew it even as he'd
made the phone calls to call in favors and work some fast cons, all
to arrange the weekend at a ritzy new resort just outside of L.A. It
was going to be the perfect weekend, made even more perfect because
he'd finally managed to get Gloria to go out with him again. Gloria
with the long legs and oh-so-talented mouth.... She'd been a little
put off when their first date and night together ended with Hannibal
and B.A. dropping by early in the morning. They'd brought an arsenal
with them, preparing to take on a new job. It couldn't have waited
until a decent hour of morning, oh no. Gloria had taken one look at
the weapons, at B.A.'s fierce scowl, at Hannibal's grin, and beat a
hasty retreat out to her car.
It had taken considerable persuasion skills on Face's part, but she
finally gave in to his charms and agreed to see him again --
someplace Face's friends wouldn't likely be busting in on them. No
problem, Face had assured her. A weekend at an exclusive resort was
just the ticket.
The trouble part came in because Face had Team business he needed to
take care of that same weekend. Life just wasn't fair sometimes....
But he was a pro at justifying things to himself, and it didn't take
him long to reason out that it wasn't a life-or-death situation, like
some Team business truly was. It was actually a favor for B.A.; he
needed Face's talents to procure some parts needed to make repairs to
the van. How would Baracus know the difference, if Face told him he
couldn't get access to what he needed that particular weekend? It
could surely wait another week.
Face supposed he should've felt guilty about blowing his teammate off
in favor of a weekend with the lovely Gloria. But he was confident
that with Murdock's help, he could cover all his bases with the
elaborate scam he'd cooked up to get the weekend to himself. His
final test was to ask himself if it was worth it.
Face had smiled to himself as he and Gloria arrived at the resort.
He'd eyed her up and down as she stepped out of his car, then focused
on that full and talented mouth. Oh yeah, she was worth it.
He was still thinking that on Monday morning when he pulled up to her
apartment to drop her off. "Hope you had a good time, Gloria."
She leaned down into the car. "Thank you, Templeton. I sure hope
you don't get into trouble over me."
"Trouble?" He pulled his attention up from her... endowments.
"You know, your big friend. The one who showed up with all the guns
that morning in your apartment. He didn't sound like he'd be too
happy with you, if he found out about our weekend."
That wiped the smile from his face. B.A. and Murdock had dropped by
on the Friday afternoon before Face and Gloria left town. Face had
been obliged to come up with a quick excuse that she'd come by for
something she left at his place. Thankfully she hadn't given away
the weekend plans.
Face had swiftly explained how he just couldn't get access to the
parts B.A. needed, not that weekend. He'd silently congratulated
himself on how sincere he sounded. Murdock had hung his head, not
liking that Face was concocting a tale but going along with it all
the same.
B.A. hadn't said much, but what he did say was enough of a warning to
rattle the con man. He'd turned on Face on his way to the door,
finger pointing. "An' Faceman, you better be for real on this, an'
not be tryin' to scam me. Because that would make me real mad."
"Uh, yeah," Face had stammered, "no problem, B.A. Everything's going
to work out. Trust me." And offered one of his million-watt smiles.
Once B.A. stalked out, Murdock paused long enough to say, "Uh, Face,
I hope for your sake everything does work out. If the big guy finds
out you're lyin' to him, you're, uh, bound to take the heat for it in
the end. If you get my meaning."
Face was left speechless, as Murdock pulled the door shut behind
him. The images Murdock instilled in Face's mind were definitely
unwelcome, as he'd remembered just what kind of heat Murdock meant.
He'd been able to put those thoughts out of his mind for two days,
with Gloria's talented assistance. Now she had unwittingly taken his
mind off her lovely charms. He instead vividly remembered dropping
his pants and kneeling, Baracus pulling down his briefs and then
using his considerable strength to teach Face a lesson he'd felt
keenly for days. Then at the campsite just a couple of weeks ago,
Face's childish attitude and whining had gotten both his and
Murdock's butts blistered.
Face sighed as he watched her disappear through her apartment
door. "You just had to bring that up, Gloria, didn't you."
He thought back to how it had all begun. B.A. had... well, the big
Sergeant had personally seen to disciplining the Lieutenant for his
recklessness. It had saved Face a sure tongue-lashing from the
Colonel, something he never enjoyed; but in place of that punishment,
he'd endured a painful and humiliating one at B.A.'s
hands. 'Spanked, Face, you were spanked,' he thought. He cringed at
the word, even in his head.
He'd worried afterwards how things would change in the Team. After
all, in the space of one day he'd been spanked by the Sergeant; had
to face that Murdock knew it had happened; and learned Murdock had
also received disciplinary attention at B.A.'s hands. That bit of
information had only served to strengthen B.A.'s warning to Face --
that the big man would not hesitate to punish him again, any time he
felt Face needed it.
Surely that was going to change things with the Team, and he hadn't
really wanted to see that happen.
But to his surprise, nothing had changed. Not in how B.A. treated
him, not in Murdock's behavior.... They were the same Team, after all.
He'd been relieved to discover his Team -- his family, really -- was
still very much the same. The punishment had since faded from his
conscious thoughts. Well, he corrected himself, once he could sit
down without wincing or throbbing smartly. That had been several
days. Several long days of reminders of his recklessness.
He pulled up at the garage where the Team was getting together that
morning. He was now in a sour mood because fate had played a nasty
reverse on him: instead of a pleasant warm and throbbing ache in his
groin, from thoughts of the lovely Gloria, he now felt an equally
warm and throbbing ache in his ass, and it wasn't at all pleasant.
His body had an excellent memory of sensations. That meant he not
only cataloged and savored every sensation from his dates; he now
couldn't block out the acute memory of his recent punishments.
Face shifted his jeans-clad rear in the leather seat as he shut off
the Corvette's engine. Last Friday afternoon, a weekend with Gloria
had seemed the most important thing in his world. Worth any price he
might wind up paying. Now on Monday morning, he could think of a
price he definitely did NOT want to pay...
Face found his best friend in the garage bay of the warehouse,
sitting on a crate next to the van. "Hey, Murdock! Where is
everybody?" Face looked around.
Hannibal was no where in sight. Neither was B.A. And Murdock was
very uncharacteristically still and quiet, looking glum. "Murdock?
What's going on?"
"Faceman, you remember when you talked to me last week and I told you
I had a real bad feelin' about things..."
"What are you talking about? A bad feeling about what? What's
happened?" Face asked, starting to get concerned. "Where's Hannibal
and B.A.?"
"I'm right here, sucka."
Face quickly turned around to see B.A. Baracus walk up, crashing one
big fist into his open palm.
"Uh... B.A.? What's going on?"
"How 'bout you lyin' to me, tellin' me you couldn't get those parts
you know I need to make repairs on the van."
The con man's mouth dropped open. "Murdock!"
"Face, I didn't wanta tell him--"
"Don't you go blamin' that crazyman, Face. He shoulda tol' me last
week. No, you shoulda never tol' me a lie when you knew you was
goin' out of town, instead of gettin' me those parts I need for the
van."
Face started backing up as B.A. advanced toward him. "Can't we talk
about this? Give me a chance to explain..."
B.A. leveled a finger at him. "I'm not interested in your
explanations, Faceman. Now's not the time for talkin'. You shoulda
thought about that before you lied to me. An' before you got Murdock
caught up in your scam."
The big Sergeant was mad. No, beyond that. He was so pissed Face
could practically see smoke coming out of his ears. Face continued
to backtrack, noticing that Murdock hadn't bothered to move off the
crate, like he was being forced to sit there.
"Stop, Faceman. Stop right there."
Face did. There was something commanding in that gruff voice,
something that told him he'd better do as B.A. said or matters would
get decidedly worse.
In the next instant Baracus had his arm in an iron grip and was
dragging him forward.
"Hey!!"
B.A. didn't even pause as he passed Murdock, just reached out and
grasped his arm too and kept right on moving. He dragged both men
across the garage bay to the storage room. He released them once
they were through the door, then turned and bolted the door behind
him. With a finger leveled at both men, he rumbled, "Don't either of
ya go out that door til I'm done with you." He turned his scowl on
Face. "You, sit there on that crate, facin' this way."
"But... B.A.--"
"SIT DOWN!" he roared. Face sat.
B.A. then turned his attention to Murdock. "You crazy fool, drop
your pants an' git over here."
Murdock's mouth dropped open. "B.A., you can't--"
"We done this plenty a' times before," B.A. reminded him. "You know
what to do."
"But not with Face right there, watchin'!"
"Don't you worry 'bout Faceman. He gonna be thinkin' how he's gonna
drop his own pants, when I'm done with you. Now move!"
It was Face's turn to drop his jaw.
"When I'm done with both a' you, neither one 'a you gonna want to sit
down for a long time."
Murdock looked from B.A.'s angry eyes to Face's shocked ones, to the
bolted door. It was no use, even if he made a run for it. He'd only
pay much more dearly later on when B.A. caught up to him. He reached
for his belt and in a few seconds had his pants unfastened with
fumbling hands. He walked closer to where B.A. had sat down on the
bench and was waiting.
When he hesitated to push his pants down, B.A. warned in a low
voice, "If I gotta pull yo' pants down for you, I promise you - you
ain't gonna wear any for the next week."
Murdock hurriedly pushed them down and let them drop to his ankles.
At a growled, "Com'ere," he launched himself over the big man's lap.
He lay there as B.A. adjusted him where he wanted him, eyes closed
and trying to block out the fact that Face sat right across from
them, watching.
B.A.'s huge hand rested on the small of his back and Murdock held his
breath, knowing and dreading what came next. "This spankin' is for
letting Faceman con you into goin' along with his scheme. You should
know better."
There it went -- B.A. grasped the top of his boxer shorts and pulled
them down in one smooth motion, baring Murdock's behind. An instant
later the first swat fell and Murdock grunted out loud. A steady
barrage followed, as the large hand targeted all over his backside.
Murdock gritted his teeth as the heat intensified and his bottom
burned.
B.A. paused suddenly in mid-swat. "Faceman, if you don't open your
eyes and watch this crazyman gettin' his bottom spanked, I'm gonna
give 'm double."
Murdock's eyes shot open at that. He only hoped Face did likewise.
"You both gonna be punished with a spankin', and by havin' to watch
each other get it. Then maybe you'll both remember it for a while."
Murdock figured Face had obeyed, because the swats resumed and
ignited fire in his bottom.
At first Face had to force himself to watch, following B.A.'s
threat. But as Murdock's spanking continued, he found himself
watching closely: noticing how Murdock's cheeks went from pink to a
much darker shade; how his friend's eyes were once again shut tight
and his face screwed up with each swat, trying hard not to make any
sound; noting how the pilot's body jumped forward across B.A.'s lap
with the force of each blow. If he hadn't known he was next to go
over B.A.'s knees, Face suspected he might've been aroused by the
display. He swallowed hard and did as he'd been told -- watched as
his friend was thoroughly punished for going along with Face's scheme.
B.A. shifted his legs at one point and raised one higher, bringing
Murdock's bottom up at a better angle to reach the lower curve of his
ass. B.A. targeted that curve now, and the tops of Murdock's
thighs. The pilot lost the fight to remain silent as the tender area
was punished, and he cried out painfully with each spank. Face was
sure he was close to tears.
Finally B.A. stopped. "You gonna think twice, next time Face tries
to get you to go along with his crazy scams?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me."
"I'll be more careful - I'll think to myself, what would B.A. want me
to do?"
Satisfied, Baracus righted the pilot and turned him so they were face
to face. "You best see that you do. Or I'll have your behind bared
on my lap agin. You got that?"
Murdock nodded solemnly, hands going to his bottom.
"Now, go sit down on that toolbox next to Face."
"But--"
"I said SIT! An' leave your pants down."
Murdock headed for the tool box.
"Faceman," B.A. called. Face stood up from the wooden crate and
somehow managed to walk across the short space on rubbery legs. He
looked back in time to see Murdock shuffle to the tool box, lower
himself and gasp loudly as his hot bottom made contact with the cold
metal.
"Take down your pants."
Face trembled at the command. He looked back over at Murdock, hoping
to find some sympathy or encouragement there in the brown eyes, but
instead he found a hard look. There was little doubt that Murdock
blamed him for the punishment he'd just received.
"Faceman, you already gonna git it bad. Don't make it any worse.
Take 'em down -- NOW."
He did. Once the slacks had fallen, two powerful arms reached for
him and pulled him forward. This was far worse than the last two
times, Face knew that the instant he was settled over B.A.'s thighs.
The big man had bent Face over his knee last time, but left his pants
on. The time before that, Face had been made to kneel on the bench
in the back of the van -- pants down. This way was so much more
humiliating, over the Sergeant's knees AND his bottom bared.
It was bad enough he felt like a child again over B.A.'s lap, and so
vulnerable. But knowing Murdock was right there watching
everything... Face felt he could just die of embarrassment, completely
forgetting how fascinated he'd been watching his best friend get it.
He felt B.A. pull down his briefs and gritted his teeth, determined
not to make a sound.
"What happened last time to make me punish you, Face?"
"I, uh..." A sharp swat helped him think faster. "My attitude."
"What'd I do about it?"
Face swallowed. He wished B.A. would just get it over with. "You,
um..." Another swat. "Okay! You took me over your knee and spanked
me."
"And what about the time before that?"
"I, uh-- Ow! Okay! I was reckless on the job. And you spanked me,
in the van."
"An' both times, what'd I say would happen next time you needed it?"
"That you'd spank me again."
"This is for lyin' to me, Faceman."
Face kept quiet throughout, enduring the hard swats as the big hand
punished him. It sounded to his ears that he was being spanked a
good deal harder than Murdock had been. He set his jaw and
determinedly took the spanking without so much as a groan.
He was relieved when it was finally over -- until he felt one thigh
shift beneath him and knew exactly what was going on. He instantly
felt more exposed as his bottom was lifted higher. Face cried out
with the next blow. It most definitely was not B.A.'s hand. He
cried out again as the solid surface snapped and spread fire across
his cheeks.
B.A. paused to say, "Now you get a paddlin' for gettin' Murdock in
trouble with you."
It took two more snaps of the implement before Face figured out it
was a thin strip of wood, probably one of the paint stirrers B.A.
kept near the bench. It made a very effective paddle, leaving a
wicked line of stinging agony every time it snapped down across his
bottom. When it was finally over, Face wondered how he'd get his
pants back up, let alone sit any time soon.
"You learned your lesson?"
Both chastised men had managed to raise their pants and fasten them,
to the tune of much hissing and gasping. They mumbled an answer to
B.A.'s question.
"What was that?" B.A. roared.
Murdock and Face jumped.
"Yes!"
"Yes, we have!"
Baracus suppressed a smile and glared at them. "If you know what's
good for you, you'll remember this for a long time."
Both men solemnly nodded. B.A. unbolted the door.
Hannibal met them out in the garage bay. He grinned as he studied
both younger men, and Face was sure he knew. Had maybe even listened
as they'd been punished. The con man could feel the color coming up
in his face again.
Murdock didn't seem nearly as bothered by that idea as Face. He
reached around and started rubbing at his bottom until Face swiftly
knocked his hand away, receiving a scowl from the pilot.
"How were things while I was out, B.A.?" Smith asked
jovially. "Looks like you kept yourself busy with these two." He
winked at Face and Murdock.
"Had a couple a' problems to deal with, but I think they're not gonna
be problems for a real long while," B.A. answered. Then he actually
grinned, and let out a giggle.
Hannibal smiled. "Glad to hear it! So, anybody up for a long drive
this afternoon? We've got a potential client up in the mountains,
and a three hour drive to get up there. All on country roads, of
course." He looked from Murdock to Face, whose faces fell at the
announcement.
As they turned to follow B.A. out the door, Hannibal fell in between
them. "Aw, cheer up, guys. It could be worse you know. I could've
stayed back here to give B.A. a hand with his problems, even though
I've no doubt his hand was more than sufficient!"
With that, he proceeded to land a very hard swat to each man's rear,
simultaneously. Amused at the startled and painful reactions he got,
he continued, "Next time in fact, I believe I will offer my services
to help him out so you two had best keep that in mind. That would be
the right thing to do, in the interest of team work. Don't you
agree?"
He didn't wait for an answer, just grinned and put a cigar in his
mouth, and continued after B.A.
He left his Captain and Lieutenant with dismayed expressions, and
mental visions of visiting laps in tandem.
END