Over the Knee
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.
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.