Challenge 781 - Good dog, bad Jack
Oct. 8th, 2023 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Good dog, bad Jack
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Summary: Ianto knows a thing or two about discipline. A double drabble.
'He's chewing the leg of the desk again,' Ianto said, barely looking up as Buddy lazily gnawed the edge of Jack's century old antique, lounging under it.
'Bad dog,' Jack chastised, rolling up the half dozen pages of Tuesday's South Wales Echo and rapping Buddy across his flank.
'Bad dog and a gentle tap on the bum? That's it?' Ianto asked. 'It hasn't even stopped him.'
Jack frowned at him. 'What did you want me to do? I can't hit him hard!' He gave Buddy another paddling.
'Look at him. He's actually enjoying it. Probably thinks it's a reward. Give me that!' Ianto snatched the newspaper from Jack's hand. 'Naughty,' he said, clipping the dog gently but quickly across his nose. There was a brief whine and then he gave Ianto a pair of mournful eyes, but it had stopped the chewing. 'Good boy,' he said, patting his head and scratching his ears.
'Oh, so it's okay when you call him a good boy?'
'He stopped after being punished. That's where the reward comes in.'
'Oh. I think maybe I've been naughty too, in that case.'
Ianto rolled his eyes. 'Yes, I imagine you'd enjoy a good paddling as well.'
'He's chewing the leg of the desk again,' Ianto said, barely looking up as Buddy lazily gnawed the edge of Jack's century old antique, lounging under it.
'Bad dog,' Jack chastised, rolling up the half dozen pages of Tuesday's South Wales Echo and rapping Buddy across his flank.
'Bad dog and a gentle tap on the bum? That's it?' Ianto asked. 'It hasn't even stopped him.'
Jack frowned at him. 'What did you want me to do? I can't hit him hard!' He gave Buddy another paddling.
'Look at him. He's actually enjoying it. Probably thinks it's a reward. Give me that!' Ianto snatched the newspaper from Jack's hand. 'Naughty,' he said, clipping the dog gently but quickly across his nose. There was a brief whine and then he gave Ianto a pair of mournful eyes, but it had stopped the chewing. 'Good boy,' he said, patting his head and scratching his ears.
'Oh, so it's okay when you call him a good boy?'
'He stopped after being punished. That's where the reward comes in.'
'Oh. I think maybe I've been naughty too, in that case.'
Ianto rolled his eyes. 'Yes, I imagine you'd enjoy a good paddling as well.'