Author's note: Hey, guys! I'm new here, and I'm presenting my first N'Sync story. It turned out much differently than I had planned. Please, please, please tell me what you think at shimmerpaint@ureach.com
Disclaimer: I don't know these people, and nothing in this story is real. I made it up off the top of my head - scary, isn't it?
Disciplined Singers by Silver Belle
BANG BANG BANG! No matter how deep under his pillow Lance buried his head, the noise would not stop.
"WAKE UP! We're going to be late!" The door shook with more pounding. "Move your ass, Bass!"
Lance slowly opened his eyes to look at the bedside clock. As soon as he saw the glowing digits, his eyes popped open as he simultaneously shot out of bed. "Aaaaaah!"
The banging on the door continued. "Get UP!"
"I'm up, Chris, I'm up!" Lance shouted before jumping into the small hotel bathroom. He began cursing to himself as he quickly jerked the shower knob around until water began to spray from the shower head. While he waited for the water to heat up, he squirted toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began scrubbing his teeth while at the same time hopping on one foot and then the other as he tugged his boxers off. He then spat the toothpaste out, but he did not let himself take the time to rinse. Instead he grimaced as he forced himself to swallow the leftover residue. A second later he was underneath the hot shower of water, still cursing to himself.
He rushed through his morning preparations, hoping to recover the time he wasted oversleeping. The fear of being late created a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He quickly ran a towel over his body as soon as he stepped out of the shower, only partially drying himself before throwing on the first set of clothes he found. Gel was squeezed out onto his hand and worked it into his hair as he hastily molded spikes. His hand was still running through his hair when he shoved his feet into his shoes and ran to the door.
Maybe he wouldn't be too late after all. Maybe the guys won't care. Maybe he could find a good excuse.
Lance threw open the door and was greeted by four angry figures. He gulped.
"Look, y'all, I'm really, really sorry. I mean, I..." he faltered as the expressions on his friends' faces remained unchanged. He hastily continued to explain himself. "It took me forever to fall asleep last night, you know? And I, I haven't been getting much sleep at all..." He swallowed, looking away from the stony faces, before adding timidly, "I hurried as fast as I can..."
"C'mon, the limo is waiting for us downstairs," Joey spoke up.
JC nodded, "We'll deal with this later."
Lance glanced up at his friends. Justin appeared slightly irritated but was growing increasingly more calm as the group finally made their way towards the elevator, Chris was slapping his hands against the side of his thighs rhythmically, a sign of his impatience, and Joey just gave Lance a half-smile before turning away. JC's expression, on the other hand, made Lance's stomach drop. The older band member was clearly disappointed in him. Lance dropped his head, his stomach growing heavier with shame. He couldn't bear JC's disappointment.
Lance could feel JC's strong gaze on him, knowing that JC wanted to communicate something. Reluctantly, he raised his head and quickly darted his eyes to his fellow bandmate. JC just shot him a pointed look. Lance's cheeks immediately began to burn.
He knew what that look meant.
It had been Justin's idea. Because they were stuck inside the bus, he, Chris, and Lance had been forced to listen as JC chastised Joey for getting too drunk and sleeping over at the apartment of the girl, a complete stranger, he had picked up at a bar.
"Don't you realize how dangerous that is, Joe? You can't let yourself get out of control like that!"
Instead of apologizing, Joey crossed his arms over his chest and returned fire. "But I wasn't out of control! Nothing happen, did it?" he pointed out. "And we all make mistakes, you know. What about that time you gave that street musician a ride home, hm? I wouldn't call that a safe move either."
"That was a one time mistake."
"Well, I won't do this again either."
"Ha, that's what you said last time! This is the fifth time in the past month, Joe!" JC retorted. "How can we get through to you?"
"Hey, now-" Joey began before he was cut off by Justin, who jumped out of his seat.
"Y'all, I just had a brilliant plan!" he cried. Joey shot a relieved look at his savior while JC tapped his foot irritably. "It's a solution to all our problems," Justin explained, grinning.
"Duct tape?" Chris asked.
Justin ignored him. "How many times do we get into fights whenever one of us does something wrong?"
"Too many," Lance muttered.
Justin agreed, adding, "and it's been making everything more tense, you know? Especially lately." The others nodded wearily. They had all been feeling the raw nerves. "And the yelling doesn't help anything. I mean, we all just go right back out and do the same thing again."
"So what are you getting at, Curly?" Chris asked.
"We need a new punishment policy."
Lance arched an eyebrow. "Okay...what?"
A blush crept into Justin's cheeks as he began playing with the bottom of his shirt. "Well..." he started, fidgeting. "I think the most effective way to get someone to stop their bad behavior is to...spank him."
Joey choked, his eyes widening. "W-what?"
Now that he had finally gotten the courage to say it, Justin rushed to explain his idea. "Think about it!" he said excitedly. "Fighting won't work because we only get defensive. Lectures we just tune out. We don't have enough control over each other to ground us."
Lance blinked as he processed this idea. He looked over at Joey, who seemed as bewildered as Lance felt. But Chris and JC were leaning closer towards Justin, listening intently.
Justin gathered energy as he continued. "And think how much spanking would work! Just imagine yourself being spanked by someone else in the group - over their knee. You know how humiliating that would be? I bet we'd think twice before doing something wrong again, knowing that we would get spanked for it. It's perfect!"
The four sat in silence after Justin's proposal. Then JC began to nod. "You know, Justin, that doesn't seem like a bad idea."
Chris began rubbing his hands together, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "I like it!" he exclaimed, giggling. "Ooh, I can't wait to spank someone! Who's going to be the first lucky bastard?" He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at each of them.
Lance blinked a couple of times. "Wait, wait, wait, you mean...you all are actually considering this?"
"I think we're past the considering," JC replied. "I say we do this."
Joey backed away, holding his hands up. "Oh no, no, no...I'm not getting spanked."
"Okay, how about this. You'll be let off the hook this time, but you'll have to agree that if you do something wrong again, you'll get punished. Okay?" JC negotiated.
Joey hesitated and then nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I guess...but everyone else will get the same treatment, right?"
"Of course," Justin answered him. "Anyone who does something dangerously stupid or messes up pretty badly will have their tushies slapped until their cheeks are redder than the Cincinnati baseball team."
"They're the Reds," Chris whispered loudly to a confused-looking JC.
The method did turn out to be effective. The cases of bad behavior grew fewer and far between and fewer fights erupted. Every member cooperated, taking their punishment without protest, having agreed that it would be best for the group.
Since then, Chris and Joey have had their rear ends spanked four times each, Chris because of practical jokes gone astray and Joey for various drunken antics. Justin received three spankings, once for a public display of anger - a no-no for their clean cut imagine - and two others for being out too long with Britney and missing practice. Although JC had never been on the receiving end, he had carried out the discipline several times. Only Lance had managed to completely avoid the new procedure.
But Lance was quickly finding out that things change.
"Don't worry, Scoop, anyone can oversleep," Justin said, patting his shoulder as soon as the five members filed into Chris and Joey's hotel room. "It happens to the best and worst of us."
"Hey!" Joey protested. "Why did you look at me when you said that last part?"
"I didn't mean anything by it," Justin assured him smoothly before turning back to Lance. "Besides, at least you showed a decent amount of fashion sense for the interview."
"Hey, they dressed us up in their own outfits anyway! What is this, Pick on Joey Day?"
"Every day is Pick on Joey Day," Chris remarked, ruffling Joey's hair.
"I'm just trying to cheer Lance up so he doesn't feel so bad," Justin explained, dropping himself into one of the hotel's chairs. Lance took a seat on the bed.
"Nevertheless," JC began, speaking up in his no-nonsense voice. He walked over to stand in front of Lance. "Lance did make us 45 minutes late for our interview for Entertainment Weekly. That's a lot bigger than those teenybopper magazines, and it's important that we appear as serious and dedicated to our profession as possible."
"I'm really sorry, you all," Lance told the group sadly. He forced himself to look at each member before hanging his head.
"I think someone's going to get a spanking!" Chris chirped. Joey slapped him upside the head.
Lance felt blood fill his cheeks, knowing his face was turning red. He only prayed that Chris wouldn't be the one to punish him. During past spankings, Chris made sure the entire group could hear him. Not so much the slaps but the various phrases he shouted, such as "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?!" and "Oh my, Justin, I didn't know your butt could turn so RED!" as he gleefully and maniacally swatted the poor offender's posterior. Lance didn't think he could survive such humiliation.
"Lance, would you come with me, please?" JC asked evenly. Lance didn't think his face could burn any hotter. He felt like a student being sent to the principal's office in front of the entire class. He followed the older band member as he left the room.
Once they reached JC's room across the hall, JC unlocked the door and then stood aside, forcing Lance to walk in first into the darkened room. Lance jumped when he heard the door swing shut behind him. JC flicked a switch and the room was flooded with light.
Lance glanced back at JC, who pointed an arm towards the bed. When he saw JC's stern expression, Lance swallowed heavily, suddenly wishing he had Chris instead. He slunk to the bed and perched himself at the very edge, crossing his arms nervously in front of him. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands.
JC paced in front of him. "You know why you're going to be disciplined, right?" Lance nodded glumly. "I know people make mistakes, even you, Lance, and I know you'll try not to make them again..." Lance looked up at this and nodded his head more energetically.
"...but I can't just let you off the hook. You won't learn that way." Lance's shoulders dropped as his gaze found its way to the ground again. He felt the mattress shift as JC sat down next to him. JC placed his hand on Lance's knee and squeezed the flesh as if trying to comfort him. They sat in silence for a few moments before JC spoke again. "Okay, Lance. Take off your pants."
Lance froze for a second, his face burning. His hands shook as he fumbled with the zipper to his slacks. He stood up, first facing JC and then quickly away. Finally deciding to turn sideways, he hooked his thumbs into the top of his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. A moment of hesitation later and his boxers followed the journey to the ground. Even though his shirt only reached his hips, Lance tugged at the bottom, trying to cover as much as he could.
Eventually looking back at JC still seated on the bed, Lance noticed that, even though his face was kept stern, the corners of his lips kept jumping up. A fresh wave of embarrassment swept over Lance at the thought that JC was so close to laughing at him. "Can - Can we just get this over with?" Lance pleaded.
All traces of amusement vanished from JC's face as he nodded, immediately becoming all business. "Right here," he instructed Lance, indicating his lap. Lance's adam's apple bobbed as he nervously draped himself over JC's legs. JC turned slightly towards the bed so that Lance's head and torso could rest on the bed while his legs dangled off the other side of JC's lap.
Lance buried his face into the mattress, making a fort around his head with his arms. The air brushed the bare skin of his legs and buttocks, causing a shiver to run through Lance's body.
JC placed a hand on the small of Lance's back. "You're trembling," he murmured. His hand tenderly stroked his skin as JC spoke to him softly. "Relax, Lance. Just relax. It'll be over soon."
Lance wanted to ask why he even had to go through with it in the first place, but he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he concentrated on the hand petting his back. It did produce a soothing effect, but Lance was too tense, waiting for the first strike to fall, to be calmed completely. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even help but clench and unclench his butt, which just added to his embarrassment.
JC's hand paused at the small of his back, and then he asked, "Ready?"
Lance squeezed his eyes shut as his fists clenched together. He then nodded his head. "Yeah..." One of JC's arms wrapped itself around the Lance's back to hold him in place while the other arm was lifted into the air.
SLAP!
As much as Lance prepared himself, his body still jerked as JC's hand made forceful contact.
SLAP!
Lance grunted and bit his lip, burrowing his face deeper into the bedding. As gentle as JC appeared, he was still firm with his spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! JC's hand slapped against Lance's ass, leaving his skin more and more sensitive with each stroke. WHAP!
"Aah!" An involuntary gasp escaped Lance as a particularly sharp blow landed on his right cheek. Another one quickly followed. His eyes watering, Lance grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh, God..."
"Shhhh..." JC whispered softly. He stopped his spanking and began to gently rub Lance's reddened posterior. "Shh. We're almost done." His hand ran in light circles, massaging the muscle and skin. Lance's backside burned, and even JC's gentle touching felt harsh on his sensitive skin, but he welcomed the relief from the spanking. JC continued his soothing caresses, causing Lance to sigh, his scrunched up face relaxing. He knew he could stay like this forever, with JC's hand rubbing his backside.
A new blush washed across Lance's face as an involuntary stirring ran through his groin. He shifted in an attempt to prevent anything more from happening.
JC took this as a sign to continue. "Ready?"
Lance nodded reluctantly, dreading the next slap. It came - WHAP - and it hurt, but he choked back his cry.
"You know," JC began, inserting another spank. Lance gritted his teeth, but listened to JC speak. "Justin would be cussing up a storm by now."
Justin. That's right. JC had spanked Justin before. Lance felt his heart clench, and he swallowed thickly. SMACK! His ass burned, his chest burned, now his eyes were burning. Justin, the heartthrob. Justin with his perfect body.
SMACK! Justin, with his perfect body, his tight ass, laid out before JC just as Lance was now. SLAP! Oh damn, that one hurt, that one just stung, and he knew that JC would have preferred looking at Justin. SMACK! He hurt, his ass really, really hurt. How could he ever compete with Justin and his firm, perfect ass? He wanted to throw a blanket, a pillow, his boxers over his own bare butt right now and hope that during the whole spanking, JC had never gotten a really good look at it.
SMACK! SMACK! Lance's cheeks were on fire now, burning with pain. Did Justin feel the same pain? How red did his ass get?
Lance pressed his face against the mattress. SMACK! Lance couldn't stand the ache, and tears spilled from his eyes.
SLAP! Would it ever end? SMACK! He wanted, needed this torture to stop. SLAP! By now, the blows were blending together. His shoulders shook as he tried to choke back his sobs. The pooling tears were making his whole face wet.
"Lance?" JC asked, stopping. He gently shook him. "Lance, Lance, you're trembling again! What is it, what's wrong?" His voice grew increasingly more concerned.
Lance shook his head miserably, pressing himself even further into the bed. He couldn't let JC see him. He just couldn't.
"C'mon, Lance," JC pleaded softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
A choked sob finally escaped. Lance couldn't control the shaking of his body. "I'm sorry," Lance said weakly.
"Oh, Lance..." JC gently rolled him over unto his back. He quickly snaked an arm around his middle and pulled him up so that Lance was sitting on his lap. JC pulled him in close and wrapped his arms around him. Lance merely buried his head into the crook of JC's neck and continued to cry.
Trying to soothe him, JC ran a hand along Lance's back. A gentle rocking motion started as JC placed his hand on the back of Lance's neck. After rubbing the soft skin there, he pushed his hand up through Lance's hair, running his fingers through the silky strands. He began combing his hair with his fingers in a calming rhythm. "It's okay, Lance. It's over. It's okay. I'm sorry."
"Not your fault," Lance mumbled, sniffling. "It's just..."
"What?" JC prodded gently.
"Nothing. It's just me."
JC sighed and continued to run his fingers through Lance's hair. After a moment, Lance pulled back and wiped his nose and eyes with his hand. "Ugh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you all wet."
JC shook his head. "No, don't apologize. I just don't like seeing you cry."
"I'm sorry, I should have just held it in and gotten over it."
JC gave him a squeeze. "Oh no, Lance, don't ever hide it. It just makes me sad to see someone so beautiful crying."
Lance blinked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "What?" He then let out a dry, half chuckle. "Right."
JC frowned. "What? It's true." Lance just shook his head. "You don't believe me?" Lance shook his head again, a new tear tracking down his cheek. He quickly raised a hand to brush the tear away, but JC grabbed his hand. "God, Lance, you don't know how beautiful you are." With his other hand, he tenderly wiped the tear away.
"JC, don't even say that," Lance pleaded weakly, standing up.
"Why not?"
"Right now, I just need too much for that to be true."
JC took Lance by both of his hands so that he would face him. "Lance, listen to me." He pulled Lance down so that they were eye-level with each other. "You're beautiful."
Lance started to pull himself away, but JC grabbed the sides of his face. Pulling his close, he pressed his lips against Lance's, flicking his tongue out to wet Lance's lips. Lance froze in shock. JC drew away to look at Lance in the eyes. "Do you believe me yet?"
Lance unconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip. "JC..."
JC smiled softly at him. "I think we should have a little talk," he said, patting the mattress beside him.
Lance blinked at him a few times before his face blushed brightly. "Well, first I'm going to need to put on my pants. And I don't think I want to sit just yet." He flashed a silly grin.
A worried look crossed JC's face. "I have some lotion that should help, if you want me to..."
Lance blushed again. He remembered the feel of JC's hand on his backside, and nodded.
The End