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Shenanigans With A Side Of Sunsine

Summary:

Hermes is overworking himself again, causing Apollo to intervene.

Warning: spanking of a god by his older brother

Notes:

Hey guys!

This was requested by StarSun.

I am working on everyone’s requests and should hopefully have more out soon! Currently, I am holding OFF on taking anymore till I have a good portion of the current list done.

Also, please note that I do NOT believe in spanking as a punishment in real life. This is purely fictional.

Enjoy ☺️

Also, here are my favorite stories that focus one Hermes and Apollo! Or just Hermes in general

https://archiveofourown.info/works/57056377/chapters/145107412

https://archiveofourown.info/works/62279578?view_adult=true

https://archiveofourown.info/works/56525326/chapters/143981806#workskin

https://archiveofourown.info/works/57039139

https://archiveofourown.info/works/65306245/chapters/168022447

https://archiveofourown.info/works/64845007/chapters/166655752#workskin

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Hermes kept his eyes trained on his father, doing his best to appear attentive and thoughtful, when in reality, the god simply was avoiding his brother, Apollo’s gaze. Hermes knew without a doubt that if he looked at his older brother, Apollo would be giving him a stern look right now. In fact, Hermes was lucky he was in the middle of an Olympian meeting right now, or he would definitely be over Apollo’s knee.

 

You see, Hermes had been working very hard lately, or as he always does, and ended up in his older brother’s infirmary yesterday. Apollo, being the overprotective older sibling he was, promised to rain holy terror on Hermes’s bottom after he healed the messenger god. Luckily for Hermes, Zeus summoned the Olympians not even a second after Apollo had finished healing him, meaning Hermes wasn’t getting spanked just yet. But from the look in Apollo’s eyes, Hermes was getting his butt handed to him the moment this meeting was over. The god would be lucky if Apollo chose to spank him away from the throne room.

 

As the meeting droned on, Hermes felt the weight of Apollo's gaze like a sunbeam piercing through clouds. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing that once the council adjourned, there would be no escaping Apollo's firm resolve. The thought of his brother's impending lecture—or worse—made Hermes' heart race. Yet, beneath the anxiety, a small part of him wanted this. He wanted to be taken care of even if it meant a burnt bottom. Getting spanked sucked, but being held by Apollo after was something else. Hermes couldn’t help but think back to this morning.

 

………………

 

“Hey! You can’t hit an injured person,” whined Hermes. The god threw a glare over his shoulder at Apollo, his hands quickly coming to cover his vulnerable backside.

 

Apollo simply snorted, shoving Hermes’s hands out of the way. “Go to sleep, Hermes. We will have our discussion after you have had your nap.”

 

“I don’t want to nap,” declared Hermes with a huff as he reached his arms out and squeezed the pillow in front of him.

 

“You will be taking a nap. The only choice you get in the matter is whether you nap with or without a sore bottom,” declared Apollo sternly.

 

“Fine!” Huffed Hermes as he shoved his face in his pillow. A moment later, he felt Apollo lightly tap his backside. Not a swat, but just a tap. Hermes got the memo behind the action, though. Either he settled down, or Apollo would turn the tap into the real deal.

 

Just as Hermes was getting comfortable, he felt a jolt of electricity run through him.

He pushed himself up and glanced at Apollo, who looked annoyed. Hermes waited until his older brother nodded before flashing away to their father, Zeus, who was summoning them.

 

………………

 

And that was how he ended up here. Despite Hermes early relief at skipping out on his nap and spanking, the god now felt dread and anxiety. Hermes sighed once again, shoving his complex feelings to the side so he could focus on his father.

 

“You all are dismissed,” declared Zeus, his tone cool and clipped. Not even a moment later, the king god and Hera were flashing away. Marital drama, thought Hermes with an eye roll. Hermes jolted as a hand touched his arm, pulling him from his thoughts.

 

“I believe we have a discussion to finish,” said Apollo softly. Hermes gulped at the stern and unwavering look in Apollo’s eyes. There would be no wiggling his way out of this one. Hermes nodded, standing up from his throne, and began following Apollo, who had let go of his arm and begun walking towards the exit of the throne room.

 

——————

 

“Now then,” said Apollo as he took a seat on the bed in his personal rooms, Hermes hovering anxiously in front of him. “Would you rather deal with this now or nap and then deal with it?”

 

“You are giving me a choice,” exclaimed Hermes in surprise. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Apollo also told Hermes that he didn’t get to dictate his punishments.

 

“Yes, love. Look, I don’t enjoy disciplining you, ο μικρός μου σκανταλιάρης, but when I do, it is to help you, to guide you. All I want is for you to be happy, healthy, and safe,” explained Apollo, in a tender tone.

 

“Now, please,” whispered Hermes, his throat going hoarse from the strain of holding back tears. Apollo nodded and reached out his hands. Hermes gratefully accepted them, letting the older god pull him closer. Hermes whined a bit, biting his lip as Apollo made quick work of pushing his clothing down as far as necessary before guiding Hermes across his lap. Hermes’s face scrunched up in surprise when Apollo pinned his legs with the sun god’s own and wrapped an arm around Hermes’s waist.

 

“I don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself,” exclaimed Apollo, answering his little brother’s unspoken question.

 

“I am not going to die from a hand spanking,” scoffed Hermes.

 

“Lucky for you, this won’t be just a hand spanking,” replied Apollo as he brought his hand down not even a second after the words left his mouth. No need to give Hermes time to figure out what he meant by that.

 

Hermes paused, attempting to think Apollo’s statement through, only for his older brother to begin spanking him. Hermes hissed as his brother’s hand smacked away at his exposed bottom. Apollo left no area untouched. Top to bottom. Top to bottom. Over and over again, Apollo spanked Hermes's tan butt till the messenger god was hissing, whining, and squirming.

 

“Oww! Apollo, stop,” pleaded Hermes as a particularly mean swat hit his left thigh. To the god’s surprise, Apollo did stop.

 

“Thank you, brother. See, I knew you could be—Oww!!!”

 

“Don’t thank me yet,” chuckled Apollo as he landed another smack with the wooden hairbrush that was now in his hand. Hermes cussed, slipping into Ancient Greek. Blasted brush, thought the god as he let out a wail at the sting. I should have burned the dang thing ages ago.

 

“Apollo, noooo,” cried Hermes as he felt himself being tilted forward. “Please! I will behave!”

 

“Mmmh. I am glad to hear that, but that doesn’t change your early actions,” responded the sun god as he began to pepper Hermes’s sit-spots with well-aimed smacks. “You will not overwork yourself again,” declared Apollo, sternly, landing unrelenting spanks to emphasize his words.

 

“Ow—I won’t—ahhh!”

 

“I am serious, Ἑρμῆς,” declared Apollo, slipping into the ancient tongue. “Next time I will take a belt to you.”

 

“Noooo!”

 

“Then, no more overworking yourself or neglecting your own health,” declared Apollo as he landed another swat, leaving another oval-shaped print on Hermes' red backside before stopping. The sun god winched as he looked down at Hermes’s bottom. It was a dark shade of pink with darker oval-shaped marks from the hairbrush. I wish it didn’t have to do that, thought Apollo sadly as he fixed Hermes’s clothes and pulled the god to sit up in his lap. Apollo made sure Hermes’s bottom was resting in between his knees, as the sun god did not want to cause unnecessary pain.

 

“You’re mean,” cried Hermes even as he clung to Apollo, burying his head in the older god’s shoulder.

 

“I know, I am just the worst, aren’t I, μικρό φτερό?”

 

“Yeah, you are,” agreed Hermes, as he gripped Apollo’s shirt even tighter. “And to make up for it, you’re napping with me!”

 

“Of course, my darling. Big brother will gladly take a nap with you,” agreed Apollo reassuringly.

 

The sun god quickly used his powers to move himself and Hermes under the covers rather than on top. Hermes sighed happily at the added warmth as he wrapped his arms around Apollo’s waist and buried his face in the sun god’s chest. Apollo returned the embrace, tucking the younger god’s head under his chin, while he softly began to hum.

 

“Shh, rest now, little wing. Your μεγάλος αδερφός has you,” whispered Apollo gently. “I will always be here for you,” vowed the god as he placed a feather-light kiss on Hermes’s temple.

Notes:

Up next: Thalia and Luke for GirlObsessedWithFanficDaydreams_2022

Also, apologies for the lack of posing. I have been staring at a blank google doc for the last five days, in an attempt to figure out how to write this story. I obviously gave up, which I am sure is reflected in my writing, so sorry 😅

Translations:

1. ο μικρός μου σκανταλιάρης - my mischievous little boy

2. Ἑρμῆς - Hermes

3. μικρό φτερό - little wing

4. μεγάλος αδερφός - big brother