The Punishment Room

I hope you like this. This will be a series of posts that (mostly) take place in a (made up) room in the TARDIS, which Rose and the Doctor refer to as ‘the Punishment Room’. The fics won’t be in chronological order and some will include Rose and Ten (like this one), or Rose and Nine, and b/c I’m a OT3 girl some will include Jack.

Sub/Dom, bondage, whipping

The characters depicted here, don’t belong to me!

The Punishment Room
By rathergirl

“You’ve been bad.”

The words startled Rose who’d been drying the last of her dishes. The Doctor hadn’t appeared at dinner time, and she had suspected he was still mad at her for flirting with that guy they’d met earlier. Of course, she’d no real interest in the man, but the Doctor wouldn’t have seen it like that. Which had been Rose’s intention.

She liked it when he got angry.

Bowing her head in contrition, she stayed facing away from him as he stood in the door. He didn’t like to be looked at when he was in this kind of mood – not that that had ever stopped her from taking the odd peek…and being punished for it later.

She liked being punished.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. It was a risk, he didn’t like being talked to when he was in this mood either. Often he required he absolute silence, punishing her for any noise she made.

“I’m not interested in your apologies, I’m interested in your behaviour – and how we’re going to make sure you don’t do it again. Go to the room.” There was no need for her to ask which room, she knew which room he meant – they had a special room that he used just for punishing her.

Before turning she placed her plate back in the sink and without raising her eyes (there’d be time for defiance later), she walked past him, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she did so. She was just about past him when his arm flashed out and his fingers caught her ear twisting it, and pulling her backwards. Rose fought back a cry of pain, knowing it would make it worse and kept her eyes focussed as far away from him as she could.

“I saw that! You don’t look at me, do you understand?”

She didn’t respond, unsure of what he wanted from her.

His fingers tightened. “Do you understand?” the words were forced out of his mouth as he placed his lips very near her ear.

“Yes, Doctor,” she said meekly.

“Good.” He smacked her hard across the backside. “Get moving and don’t forget the rules, or you’ll regret it.”

The punishment room was smallish and lowly lit. There was no bed in it, because that was not what punishment was about – comfort and soft things. There was one hard wooden chair that had shackles, cuffs and a collar. A bar ran along one wall, and had cuffs attached to it. A chain hung from the ceiling, and in one corner there was a table with a large chest beside it. The chest had all the Doctor’s instruments in it. Rose still hadn’t seen everything in that chest and she always looked forward to finding out what else was in there, though what she had seen was enough to keep her amused for a very long time.

It was also very warm, because as cold as the Doctor’s body temperature was, he seemed to like it very, very hot when he had sex, plus her sweat acted as an aphrodisiac. Their bedroom was the same way.

In the room, she stood, staring at the floor, making sure her eyes didn’t even reach his feet. She couldn’t see him, but he was circling around her, and she knew his eyes were raking her frame, and his lips were curled with disgust.

“Do you know why you’re going to be punished?”

She waited.

“Answer me!”

“Because I’m a slut and a whore, and I deserve it.”

“What do you deserve?”

“Punishment.”

“That’s right. Strip.” She waited until he turned away and began to take of her clothes, she did it quickly, and placed them in a small basket by the door. He was uninterested in the removal of her clothes, and would be angered if she wasn’t ready by the time he was. She managed to reach her spot in the middle of the room, just as he turned back and she kept her head bowed.

“Go to the bar and bend over.”

She did as he asked, her heart beating in her throat, anticipation and nervousness battling through her. She never knew what he was planning, and though she knew it would be painful, she also knew it would be very enjoyable. In fact, more than once in the punishment room, she had come harder than she ever had outside of it – even at the very talented hands of the Doctor.

Carefully, she wrapped her hands around the bar, a sprained wrist having taught her the perils of negligence. That was the only time they’d stopped in the middle of a punishment, and Rose had been very embarrassed, particularly as the Doctor didn’t look at her properly for the rest of the day, and for a long time afterward, they’d stayed out of the punishment room. She had no desire for a repeat performance.

The fabric of his suit was soft and warm against the bare skin of her back, but she could feel his hard length pressing into her buttocks – she hoped that this wouldn’t be the only time she did. The ear that he’d twisted earlier was still hot and sore, but he still took it between his teeth, and worried at it, before whispering, “I don’t think we need the chains today, because you know the rules. But we will use this, because it is your mouth that causes all the trouble.” He gagged her, which was fairly typical, unless he wanted her to use her mouth for a specific purpose, like sucking him off, she was always gagged in the punishment room. To the point that gags were now a huge turn-on for her.

Behind her there was a rustle, and the Doctor was gone, but returned quickly, lightly stroking her arse. There was a whistle through air and something cracked against the skin where his fingers had been just seconds before, and unable to help herself, Rose cried out, her scream muffled through the gag.

He grabbed her breast in one of his lightning movements, squeezing it painfully. “What was that? Did you make a noise Rose?”

She shook her head, and his fingers squeezed harder, bringing tears to her eyes.

“You did! I was going to let you off lightly, today, but now, I’m just going to have to give you the whole thing.” He let go and returned to his spot behind her. She heard the same sound of something cutting through the air, but this time she was expecting the bite of the whip and didn’t cry out when he laid it across her skin with more force than before.

And so he went on, hitting her with the whip until she thought that her skin would be broken, though she knew he’d never do that. The fire burning across her arse, wrapped itself through her body, twisting in her belly and womb, and tingling through her breasts and clit, there was dampness coating her inner thighs. He’d never used a whip before – usually, it was a paddle or something similar. Perhaps this time she had been very bad.

The entire time he called her names. He told her what a slut she was, whoring herself out to any man who came her way. She deserved what she was getting and she was lucky this was all he did to her. He didn’t like the thought of touching her after what she had done, but he was going to do so anyway, because she was wicked and made him want her.

She knew she had the power over him in times like these, which was why he did this, he didn’t like admitting she had the power. And his helplessness to stop his actions was one of the things that always made her enjoy this so much. Oh the whip hurt, but it was a very good pain when she knew he was going to be inside her soon, losing all hope of control.

Finally, he stopped, and she heard the whip land on the ground and his zipper was undone.

“Spread your legs.”

Rose obeyed and was prepared when seconds later he was buried deep inside her. He was so fast when he wanted to be, and she knew, from painful (though not unpleasurable) experience that she’d better be ready for him.

Oh, he felt so good inside, buried in as deep as he could get, his balls and hair against her arse, their softness and welcome difference to the stinging whip. There was nothing soft about the length inside of her, though. And she waited for him to start thrusting, hard and fast, but he stayed still. Instead he leant across her again and whispered in her ear, the pain all but disappeared against the still burning skin of her rear.

“Who do you belong to?” Quick fingers removed her gag, and she moistened her mouth.

“You.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

“And will you stop acting like a whore?”

“Yes.”

“Liar!” he hissed and bit the skin of her shoulder, pulling almost completely out of her and thrusting in. He fucked her hard, but she was careful not to make a sound, though he was gasping and moaning in her ear, saying unintelligible things.

A knot of pleasure began to build in Rose, and his fingers found her clit. It was no fun for him unless she got off as well.

The knot grew and grew, until Rose hoped that she would come soon, or else she was going to have to make a sound, she was really going to have to scream. She was really going to have to… She was…

Soundlessly she came, and seconds later felt him squirting hot liquid inside her, as he shouted his own release. Once done, he pulled out of her and she heard him zip his pants up. She didn’t move. Her knees were shaky from her climax and her insides felt like hot mush, she was dripping sweat, and the remains of her ejaculation and his (she’d never ejaculated until the punishment room), but she knew better than to give any sign.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” The door shut behind him, and she began to do as he asked, in the small adjoining bathroom, removing the traces of bodily fluids, particularly sweat as smelling that on her skin would arouse him, and she wasn’t sure her body could handle another orgasm like that. For at least a few minutes, anyway.

Without bothering to dress, she left the punishment room and returned to their room, sliding into bed with him, and into his warm arms. Sex always made his body warm, and it would stay that way for a couple of hours.

“All right?” he whispered in her ear, his breath soft and cool, compared to its harshness earlier. He enjoyed the punishment room as much as she did, but sometimes, particularly when they were trying something new, like tonight, or if he was particularly rough, he became anxious, seeming afraid that he was doing something she might not enjoy. She’d reassured him countless times that if it got too much she’d tell him.

“Definitely,” she told him, now. “More than.”

He ginned and kissed her, rolling on to his back and taking her with him. This was part of their ritual, too – and it would be another hour before they went to sleep.


This is hardly the last one of these. There will be more sooner or later. Tell me what you think of the punishment room – what do you want to see me use – what more can I include in it?

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