Author’s Notes: This is a ‘missing scene’ from Season 4 Episode 9 of Schitt’s Creek titled ‘The Olive Branch’. I love the show, and I especially love the sweet relationship between Patrick and David. For me, this particular episode screamed out for a spanking scene. The first part of the story is directly from the episode.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, and I’m not making any money from this story.
Warning: Consensual M/M erotic disciplinary spanking, and talk of bad BDSM practices.


David walked into Rose Apothecary ready to finally get back together with his boyfriend. As soon as he caught Patrick’s eye he started talking. “So after some time alone I just wanted to come here and tell you that I-”

“David,” Patrick cut him off. “I need to apologize to you. I was going to sleep last night, and I realized I have not been respectful of your space. All of the texts and the gifts. I was upset, and it was reactionary.” David shook his head, but Patrick continued. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but really all I was doing was smothering you when you had asked for space, and that’s not right.”

“Okay, well smothering is a bit intense,” David said. He didn’t like the turn this had taken.

“It was self-serving and desperate, and I’m, well I’m embarrassed.”

David shook his head. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed.”

“Well, I am. I’ve just been trying to deal with everything here at the store, and I think you’re right. I think it’s just better if we focus on the business and not try to push anything.”

Frowning, David said, “I’m not sure I said that.”

“You didn’t have to. In fact, by saying nothing at all, you… you spoke volumes.” Patrick looked away.

David’s stomach churned. How could he tell Patrick that he’d wanted to get back together days ago after that? “Okay s… so you would like to focus on the store.”

“I think that’s probably a good idea. But hey, it’s good to have you back.”

Patrick moved forward and gave David an awkward hug.

“Oh. Okay. Mmhm.” David mumbled hugging back momentarily.

“So uh…” Patrick looked around for something to do and walked over to organize a shelf.

David stood there wondering how his big announcement had gone so wrong. He awkwardly started working, while trying to figure out how to move forward without making Patrick angry.

Half an hour later they were working side by side when their fingers accidentally brushed and both of them immediately pulled back.

Sighing, Patrick said, “You know I’m probably good to finish this up…”

“Okay,” David responded, his voice high pitched with nerves.

“…if you want to go for lunch.”

David couldn’t just leave things like this, but he didn’t know how to fix it, so he just stood there staring at Patrick.

“What?” Patrick asked, sounding exasperated.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” David answered, showing some irritation of his own. Patrick was the one who always had a plan of action, not David.

“I just did. I’m happy to finish doing the creams; I don’t think it’s a two-person job.”

“Okay then you’re just going to stay here and not have lunch then, or are we going in shifts?”

“I don’t know, David, I’m just trying to be professional here, okay? I think this is going to take a minute to get used to.”

“I don’t want to get used to this. I don’t want to pretend like we’re co-workers.” A slight whine had crept into his voice, but he didn’t care. He wanted things to be back to normal between them.

Patrick looked him in the eyes and said, “We are co-workers.”

Frustrated, David shrugged and looked away. “Okay, I just liked it better when we were more than that.”

Clearly frustrated, Patrick put his hands on his hips and said, “David, I’m just trying to go off of what you wanted.”

David’s voice went up, “You wouldn’t let me finish telling you what I wanted! I was ready to get back together days ago.”


Cringing David’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. “Yes.”

“Then why didn’t we?” Patrick asked, genuinely confused.

“I’ve never been in this situation before. Where someone’s been so nice… to me.” David wrung his hands nervously, and added the rest. “And generous.”

Patrick’s eyebrows went up. “I’m sorry, were you holding back on talking to me because you were getting gifts?”

David winced. “I was very upset and confused.” Then for good measure he added, “So upset that I barely finished the chocolates.”

Patrick’s voice went up, too. “David, this wasn’t meant to be some advent calendar of apologies. It was like an olive branch to get you to talk to me!”

“I just,” David’s stomach clenched as his voice softened, “I guess, didn’t know, how many olive branches you were planning on extending.”

“Ideally, one!”

“Okay, well now I know.” David tried not to fidget, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own.

Patrick scowled. “Yeah, and now I know that while I was torturing myself, you were sitting at home just opening gifts.” He pointed out the bracelet David was wearing. “I see you like the bracelet.”

David clutched his wrist to his chest. “I love the bracelet, thank you. Um, does this mean…” David moved closer. “That we…” he walked his fingers up Patrick’s chest to his shoulders, “are back together…”

“You know what?” Patrick said, stepping back. “I feel like maybe I deserve an olive branch or two.”

“Okay, I understand that. What if I gave you back some of the olive branches that you gave to me?” He suggested, and then admitted in a mumble, “I was lying about the chocolates, I ate them all.”

Patrick leaned against the counter and shook his head.

“But I’m sure there are some flowers that are still alive.”

Patrick stood up and put his hands on the sides of David’s face. “You know what I’m going to do?”

“Mmhmm?” David asked, pleased that Patrick was acting more like himself every minute.

“I’m going to go to lunch. And you’re going to sit here and think about what you’ve done. Okay?”

David’s face grew warm as he nodded. “Okay.” As Patrick walked away, David added, “While you’re at lunch, can you get me some lunch?”

“Unbelievable.” Patrick said as he walked out the door.

As soon as he was alone, David started thinking about his own olive branch to make things up to his boyfriend, but Patrick wasn’t the type to appreciate expensive gifts, he’d want something heartfelt. That brought back memories of the time Patrick sang his rendition of The Best to him, and very suddenly he knew what his olive branch would be.

Later that night, Patrick flipped the lock on the front door of the store, and flipped the sign to closed. “Okay David, I’m going to go to dinner, and if you wanted to join me, and pay for it, that could be a start.”

“Yeah, maybe I could do that.” David pulled a straight back wooden chair into the middle of the store as he spoke. “Uh, I just think I have something to do first, so…” He motioned for Patrick to sit in the chair.

Patrick held his hands up. “I’m not spanking you.”

“What?” Surely David had misheard his boyfriend.

Patrick put his hands down and parroted back, “What?”

“What did…”

“Never mind.” Patrick sat in the offered chair. “What is this?”

David decided to put Patrick’s first comment in the back of his head for later. Right now he had a plan, and nothing was going to derail it. “Consider this my olive branch,” David said as he walked to the back to turn on the music.

Tina Turner’s voice came over the speakers, and David started to lip sink to The Best, while dancing in front of Patrick.

Grinning, Patrick said, “You know people can see you right?”

David continued dancing with abandon, because he could already tell from Patrick’s face that he was beyond forgiven. He was loved.

Later that night while they were holding each other in the afterglow, David remembered Patrick’s offhanded comment before his impromptu performance.

“Are you a closet spanker?” David asked.

Patrick turned bright red. “I’m sorry, what? A closet… what?”

“Spanker.” David said, pulling his head off Patrick’s chest and looking at his face. “Oh my God, you are!” he exclaimed. “That’s adorable.” He trailed his fingers down Patrick’s neck. “Your blush goes all the way down to your chest.”

“I uh… I don’t…”

“It’s okay,” David assured him with a little smile. “I know we haven’t done anything kinky in the bedroom, but I’ve been to my share of New York clubs, and let me tell you I’ve seen things that I didn’t even know were physically possible. Spanking is like the most vanilla of kinks.”

Still bright red, Patrick stammered out, “Uh… have you… uh done that?”

David smirked. “Of course. I’ve been spanked twice, once buy a man and once by a woman. And I’ve given a spanking once to a man.”

“And did you… like it?” Patrick asked.

He shrugged, “Yes and no. I really enjoyed my first experience but then the second two not so much.”

“Tell me about the one you enjoyed,” Patrick said.

David could feel his own face heating up as he told the story. “It was the second kink club I’d ever been to, and I was barely twenty-one. I might have been disparaging the attire of several patrons with my friends when this big guy got in my personal space. This guy was in-tim-i-dating. Like I’m relatively tall, but this guy had five inches on me and so many bulging muscles. So he’s in my personal space, and I look down my nose at him and say, ‘Excuse me?’”

Patrick chuckled. “Of course you did.”

David shrugged. “The guy said, and I quote, ‘You’re a brat in need of a spanking, and I’m the owner of this club. So you can either take your little friends and get out, or you can come with me to my office and go over my knee. Which is it going to be?’”

“Jesus,” Patrick said.

“I know,” David said with a smirk. “Hot, right?”

“Hot?” Patrick shook his head. “Aren’t kinky people supposed to… I don’t know, negotiate or something before they do any of that?”

David sighed and sat up with his back against the headboard. Patrick followed suit.

“Yes, the basis of any kinky relationship is consent, but negotiation…” David shrugged “…turns me off. The other two times there was a lot of talking beforehand and by the time we got to the actual spanking, I wasn’t very into it.”

“But the first time when the guy just told you what he was going to do was a turn on?”

“Very much so. My friends were telling me we should leave, but I wasn’t even listening. I followed that big guy back to his office like a little puppy. He closed the door, grabbed my upper arm and hauled me over to his office chair. Sat down pulled me over his lap, and started slapping the seat of my designer jeans with his hand.”

“No talking or safeword?”


Patrick scowled. “David, that’s so dangerous.”

David shrugged. “Maybe I liked the danger of it? I don’t know. All I can tell you is that I was rock hard from the second he threatened me, until he stood me up and sent me out the door with a final swat and an order to behave myself in his club.”

“Did he… were you… bruised?”

“Of course not! I wouldn’t have enjoyed it if he’d hit me hard enough to bruise. He gave me thirty smacks with his hand on top of my jeans. It was over so quickly I almost had whiplash.”

“Well, that’s good at least. What about the other times?”

“The second time was with the woman. We talked it to death beforehand and by the time she bent me over the spanking bench, the anticipation and excitement I’d had about the upcoming spanking was gone.”

“And the last one?”

“I was probably too nervous about being the top to actually enjoy it, but the idea of it had excited me before we went over every detail of the scene before playing it out.”

“Interesting,” Patrick said.

“What about you? Have you ever spanked anyone or been spanked?” David asked.

“No. Well, I mean I got spanked a couple of times when I was a little kid, but not as an adult for enjoyment. And I’ve never spanked anyone.”

“But you’ve thought about it.” David made it a statement, not a question.

“Yes,” Patrick admitted.

“You’ve thought about spanking me.” Again it was a statement.

Patrick winced. “Yes.”

“Do you think about getting spanked?”

Patrick paused a moment to think about it before shaking his head. “Not really, but that doesn’t mean I’d be opposed if you wanted to.”

David shook his head. “I prefer to be on the receiving end, so this right here is our one and only negotiation talk. You have my permission to spank me when you think I deserve it. It has to be over your knee. You can never use anything other than your hand, but you are allowed to take my clothes down to spank bare skin if I’ve been especially bratty.”

Patrick’s dick twitched under the covers. “That all sounds… fantastic. But I don’t want to reward bad behavior, and if you enjoy getting spanked, there’s not much point.”

David leaned in and kissed Patrick gently. “Just because I enjoy it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. After that first time, we stayed in the club for two more hours, and I didn’t comment on anyone’s clothes for the rest of the night. I didn’t even point out the guy wearing cargo shorts to my friends.”

“Two hours? That’s got to be some kind of record,” Patrick teased.

“It wasn’t even difficult. It was like the sting on my butt kept reminding me that the guy who put the sting there wanted me to behave a certain way. So I did.”

“If I agree to this, and I’m not saying I do, we’d need a safeword.”

David shook his head. “If I say no, I mean no. If I say stop, I mean stop. I don’t want to play hard enough to need any other safeword.” David reached out to trail a finger up Patrick’s thigh. “But I can’t imagine saying no to you being all toppy and teaching me a lesson over your knee.”

Patrick groaned. And put a hand out to stop David’s roaming fingers. “And what if I said you deserve a spanking right now for accepting gift after gift instead of talking to me about how you were feeling?”

David’s eyes snapped to his. “Then I’d say what are you going to do about it?”

Patrick’s eyes narrowed, and his tone of voice deepened. “You stay right here.”

A shiver went through David’s body. “Okay,” he answered softly.

Patrick got out of bed, pulled on a pair of pajama pants, walked out of the bedroom, and came back in carrying one of the dining room chairs. He set it in the center of the floor facing the bed, and sat down. Glaring sternly at David, Patrick pointed to the floor beside his right leg. “Come here.”

David scrambled out of bed naked and rushed to the indicated spot.

Patrick reached up to grasp David’s wrist, and gave him a firm yank.

“Oh,” David gasped as he fell across Patrick’s lap. Before David even got comfortable, Patrick’s hand slapped down hard on his unprotected backside. “Ow!”

Patrick started to lecture and slapped David’s rear end after every emphasized word. “If we have an argument, I expect you to use your words.”

“Ow! Patriiick,” David whined, squirming across Patrick’s lap. David’s cock was trapped between Patrick’s thigh, and his own stomach, and each slap to his backside caused new friction. 

“That means you tell me when you’re upset, and you tell me when you’re not upset.”

“Ow! Okay, I will.” David’s feet gave little kicks with each spank.

“You don’t stay home collecting gifts while your boyfriend drowns in guilt.”

“Okay! Ow! I’m sorry!”

Do you understand me?”

“Ah! Yes! I understand! It won’t happen again I swear!” David put a hand back to cover his backside.

Patrick used his left hand to grasp David’s wrist and pulled it to the small of David’s back. Then he rubbed his free hand over the pink splotches he’d left on David’s backside. “You’d better not do it again.”

Patrick gave him four more solid slaps.

“Ow! I won’t! I won’t!”

Patrick let go of his wrist, and used both hands to help David stand. Once David was on his feet, both his hands went to his bottom to rub, while he stared at his lover with an exaggerated pout. “That hurt.”

Patrick was at eye level with David’s straining cock, and ignored the token protest. He stood, and David took a small step back. Patrick pointed to the bed. “Go stand at the foot of the bed, bend over, and put your hands on the mattress.”

David shook his head, “But…”

Patrick grasped David’s arm, turned him to the side, and gave him a hefty smack to get him moving towards the bed. “I’m going to get a condom. I want to see my handprints on your ass when I’m inside you. If you aren’t in place before I get the condom on, I’ll go take a cold shower instead.”

David rushed over to follow Patrick’s instructions.


Then End

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