Over the Knee

by Eleri Sea

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Disclaimer: Fox and Walter do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

Spoilers: None

Rating: PG-13

Feedback: Yes, please. eleri_sea@yahoo.com

Summary: Snapshot of a spanking.

Author's Note: Xanthe challenged us to write some spanking snippets. Here's mine.

Dedication: To the Persuaders - the best bunch of friends I could ever hope to have.

Thanks: Major beaucoup thanks to Jas for the beta!

Warning: Discipline

Archive: Anywhere just let me know where.

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Fox can feel the strength in the hard thighs beneath his waist. A slight tensing of those muscles sends ripples through his stomach. Coolness caresses his hands and feet as they brush against the wooden floorboards. He knows that he *must* look ridiculous - a grown man dangling in mid-air over another man's lap. At this particular moment though, he just can't bring himself to care.

The aroma of a scented candle reaches his nose. Some kind of berry mix - sweet and spicy at the same time. His Walter always knows what his pet likes, even if Walter himself prefers vanilla and earthy scents. This particular candle burns only during these moments and at no other. It creates a particular scent memory which rears it head at the most peculiar times - often when it was most inconvenient. It amuses Walter to no end to see that faraway look come into Fox's eyes when the memories resurface. Memories like the one he is creating right now.

Fox can hear Walter doing something above his back. He isn't quite sure what Walter is doing - reading, hand exercises, shadow puppets - he never turns around to look. This is his time to reflect on his situation. The events that have lead up to him awaiting punishment, for whatever infraction he has done this time. He breathes deeply, replaying his actions in his mind and trying to figure out what he could have done differently. Walter will ask him later. He always wants to make sure that Fox knows what to do and what *not* to do the next time the situation arises.

A hand comes to rest on the middle of his back. He tenses slightly - this is the signal that *it* is about to begin. He never quite knows which implement will be used. It could be a hand, the ruler, the belt or the paddle. Those were the only ones used in this position. The bench was reserved for the weightier punishments - the cane, the flogger or the whip. He breathes a small sigh of relief that this was not one of those lengthier sessions. He hadn't been *too* out of line this time.

A slight swish of air is all the warning he has before the first blow. A splotch of fire blooms across his left buttock. The hand then, this time. A brief pause, then a matching fire sparks on his right side. Slowly, methodically, the strikes cover his backside, never lingering too long in one area. Walter has a sixth sense about where the most sensitive places are - and he uses them to the full advantage.

After ten strikes, Fox has stopped tensing before each blow. The apprehension is gone. He fully embraces the fact of his punishment and almost welcomes the next strike. The initial fire mellows into a warm glow that slowly starts to increase as time passes.

At about twenty he begins to squirm restlessly. The warm glow is now a steady burn. The blows to the tops of his thighs are almost startling in their intensity. A prickling starts to make itself known.

Passing thirty, the tears start welling up in his tightly shut eyes and a strangled sob escapes his throat. The prickling is now a steady intense pain. Each blow feels like a swarm of bees stinging wherever Walter's hand lands. His body is unconsciously convulsing with every strike.

By the time they reach forty, he is crying freely. Releasing his guilt along with his tears. The strikes slow, then stop. Walter hand rubs calming circles across Fox's back as his sobs taper off into hitching breaths.

There is almost complete silence for a few long moments, then the muscles under Fox tense again. Strong arms reach around Fox's waist to raise him up to perch on Walter's lap, then encircle him in a warm, tight hug. Soothing murmurs float into Fox's ears - a litany of forgiveness that he embraces desperately. He lifts his face to receive a loving kiss, secure in the love and friendship that Walter provides.

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