The Punishment Room

The Punishment Room
by rathergirl

FR18. Smut. PWP. Bondage. Spanking. Oral.
Ten/Rose

The characters depicted here are not mine.

I know you’re reading. I’d appreciate your thoughts, even if it’s anonymously, or through my email rathergirl (at) hotmail (dot) com. I am taking note of any requests laid at my feet. I’ll try and get most, if not all, of what people want in, but it’ll be sometime in the future.

I’m not as happy with this as I am with the others, so I’d really appreciate your thoughts on this chapter – praise, suggestions and improvements.

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Rose tugged nervously on the hem of her very short skirt, straightened her blouse, lifted her shoulders to resettle it, and then brushed away imaginary dust. She waved the riding crop around for good measure and sucked in a deep breath. Then she pushed the door to the control room and strode in, head held high, expression grim.

The Doctor was buried half under the console, playing with his ships innards. Rose’s lips thinned when he didn’t look up, or seem to notice her entrance. Briefly she entertained the idea of swatting him on the rear for his lack of attention, but then decided of a better way to get his attention. She slapped her crop over the railing and it cracked loudly, the Doctor started and there was a dull thud from under the consol. Rose smiled humourlessly.

He slid out, rubbing his forehead, scowling. “Rose, what—” then he saw her outfit and the riding crop. “Oh.”

“Look down!” she snapped. He was a moment too slow, and she couldn’t allow him that kind of defiance. “Hands on the railing. Bend over!” she snapped. He obeyed, but still not as quickly as he could have. She entertained the idea of getting him to drop his pants – but there’d be time for that later, so she snapped him twice on the backside and had the gratification of watching him jump.

“You do as I ask, when I ask. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He straightened.

“I didn’t tell you to get up – bend over!” She gave him two more licks for good measure. He stayed as he was, and she was mildly disappointed that he didn’t give any sign of surprise or pain this time. “Better,” she praised. “But you are to call me ‘Master’.”

“Yes, Master,” he said. She wasn’t still entirely sure of his respect, but she could sort that out shortly.

“Stand up straight. Put you hands behind you.” She unclipped the handcuffs from her belt and snapped them over his wrists. “Go to the Punishment Room,” she commanded. He did as she asked.

Once across the threshold of the door, she removed the handcuffs, commanded him to take off his shirt and stand in the centre of the room. He did as she asked, but he was still slower than he should have been. She replaced the handcuffs, put the riding crop on the table in the centre of the room, and picked up two small cloth bags, tucking them into her belt. Then she stalked closer looking him and down, tracing patterns on his chest with her eyes; a lower glance revealed that the centre of his pants was a little out of shape. Rose let a slight smile twist the corners of her mouth upward.

Reaching out, she allowed one finger to trace the patterns her eyes had made, feeling tight muscle and hard bone under taut skin. He was visibly uncomfortable at her actions, but surprisingly didn’t skirm or make a sound. Her Doctor might be a bit slow but he was trying. Rose considered going a bit lighter on him, because of it, but then discarded the idea: he needed to be punished.

Through his pants, she cupped his erection, leaned forward so that the very revealing front of her shirt almost touched bare skin and whispered as close to his ear as she could manage, “Good boy.”

Pulling back slightly and dipping down, Rose licked his left nipple and then took it in her mouth, sucking hard. He groaned. She bit lightly, then increased the pressure, pulling back slightly. Every muscle in his body tightened, making her feel smug. She released him and repeated the same on the other side. He groaned loudly. It occurred to her to make him silent, but decided it didn’t bother her.

One swift movement had Rose standing up. Quick fingers undid his pants, and they slipped off his narrow hips and fell to the floor. A sweep of her hand, indicated he should step out of them and remove his shoes. He did as she asked. The he stood before her in all his glory, an impressive erection between them.

Rose removed one small cloth bag from her belt and emptied its contents into the palm of her hand. His nipples were undoubtedly still tender from her ministrations, so these two clips would be perfect. She snapped them on him, then brushed her finger tips over them, bring a moan of pleasure and pain to his lips.

The contents of the second bag was a little larger and resembled a small harness – which essentially was what it was. The harness would and did slide on over the Doctor’s erection and clip on neatly, partially cutting off the flow of blood, and ultimately it would prevent him from finding release until she allowed it. Looking up at his face, revealed the trepidation that he was feeling and she couldn’t help but feel a little triumphant at her success. She was going to make climax that much harder for him to achieve – and if he wanted it, he was going to make sure that she was properly satisfied first.

Surveying her handiwork, she nodded, pleased. “Go and sit down.” She indicated the chair at the table. The chair was a favourite as it was designed to restrain its inhabitant. Full restraints included feet, hands and neck, but she had removed the arms, because they would be in her way, and she didn’t intend on using the neck or ankle straps. They would just get in her way. But the chair was wood, hard and uncomfortable, and that was exactly the point.

She made sure his hands were locked behind the chair and cuffed tightly. Rose then leaned down and allowed her mouth to hover just above his, letting her breath mingle with his own, watching as he licked his lips. Her fingers brushed against the hard length, which was tightly bound in its harness.

“Such a good, obedient boy,” she murmured to him. “Doing exactly what I ask.” Her fingers curled around the same length, stroking up and down. His breathing hitched and then became laboured.

“But you’ve been bad – sleeping with a French whore, and sneaking around with your ex-girlfriend. Did you think I wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t do anything about it? What do you have to say for yourself?” she barked.

He smiled sweetly, in the manner he used to disarm evil dictators. “I don’t what you’re talking about,” he said innocently.

Rose pulled back sharply, snatched the riding crop up and smacked it down on the table, catching the barest hint of flinching. It made her blood pump, and a mild pulse started up above the dampness at the top of her legs.

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been bad, and you know it.”

He opened his mouth, as if to protest and she lifted her crop threateningly. She’d whip him if she had to. She told him this.

He lowered his eyes. “Yes, Master,” he muttered.

“What was that?” she barked. “I didn’t hear you. Speak clearly.”

“Yes, Master.”

The riding crop was put back on the table and she regarded him for several minutes. His eyes stayed down, shoulders slumped as much as his cuffed hands would allow, submissive to the apparent core. Rose felt unbelievably powerful and unbelievably turned on. She swung one leg over his, perched on the table and pushed herself back. She lifted both feet up, and put the on the back of the chair, revealing her very wet cunt to him.

He lifted his head to look at it, and a look of desire and hunger passed across his face. Rose was pleased. But he couldn’t have her yet.

“That slut wore a very big dress, if I remember,” Rose said, almost conversationally. “You didn’t have a lot of time though, so you didn’t take it off. You just went under and ate her up, didn’t you? You put that big flat mouth and busy tongue into her pussy and you had yourself a feast, didn’t you?

“It is one of the most convenient methods under the circumstances, Master,” he replied.

“Well now you are going to do the same to me.”

With some wriggling he unhooked his hands from behind the chair so he could lean forward and eat her dripping cunt. As soon as his mouth touch her slit and then delved in deeper, Rose leant back giving him as much access as she could. His tongue slid in deep and low, and pushed its way up, brushing lightly across her clit, and she jolted in pleasure. She was wet an aching from all the teasing she’d been doing, and just looking at his naked form. It felt so good to finally start this release. But then his tongue slipped around and began to tease, to not quite touch the spot.

Without thinking, she lifted a hand from where it balanced her on the table, threaded her fingers through his hair and jerked his back. So he could see her eyes. Innocently, he licked his lips. She barely held back a shudder.

“No. No teasing. You get the job done quickly and properly. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.”

Rose was about to release him so he could get back to work, when she changed her mind. “No, clean me up first.”

Obediently, he licked her thighs, and around her pussy, removing all traces of her juices. Then he slid lower, tongue playing lightly at the puckered flesh of her arse. She couldn’t help the gasp, and her fingers dug into hard wood, while her feet pressed hard against the back of his chair.

It didn’t last long before he moved his way back up, tongue flat and massaging, playing with her slit and with her hole, before settling back against her clit. Technically it was disobedience, but she couldn’t bring herself to punish him for it, not when his tongue was capable of such delightful manoeuvres against her. She thrust lightly against his mouth, and encouraged him to use more pleasure. Like a good boy he did exactly that, keeping a steady movement up until she came with a rushing crying.

Right now, all she wanted to do was collapse back, and maybe have him do that again. But she had a responsibility, and a charge. He must not see her weakness, caused by his actions. There was still his punishment to finish and it would not be as effective if he thought of her as being lesser.

Lower her feet to the ground she stood beside him, looking him up and down. He’d hooked his hands back behind the chair, and was staring down again, chin dripping, cock still rock hard.

She straddled him again, this time facing the table, and lowered herself on to his cock, feeling him slip forward to accommodate her. Once he was inside her, stretching her, pulling her in all the right directions she held still and just clenched her muscles around him. Rose practised with her ben wa balls on a regular basis and knew where her skill lay – more than one man had complimented her on her control.

The position he was in, allowed the Doctor no control at all. Rose was responsible for lifting herself up and pushing herself down, sliding along his thick cock, her juices as lubricant. She found if she tilted herself forward his cock brushed against her g-spot making her shiver with delight, and her fingers on her clit – still tender from his earlier work, caused her body to clench tightly.

Beneath her the Doctor groaned, and squirmed. She knew that without the harness, which brushed against the point where they joined on her every downward thrust, he would come very soon. But she wasn’t done playing yet. He’d come when she let him, and not before – or after.

She increased her pace and pressed harder against her swollen mound. It didn’t take long for her to crest through a second intense orgasm. This time, once the involuntary tightening of her muscles relaxed, she allowed her body to slump forward on to the table for a moment until she was ready to stand on her shaky feet.

Then she stood beside him once again and looked down at the angry, red erection damp and sticky from being inside her, but also beading at the top with some of its own moisture. A part of her wanted to flick that tip, to clean his cock, but that would be giving him too much power. So she reached down, and stroked him lightly, watching his eyes shut and his head lean back against the chair.

With gradually increasing pressure, she tightened her grip, moving her hand up and down, up and down, until she could hear his breath hitching, almost the point of sobbing.

“Rose,” he mumbled, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Please…”

“What was that?” she barked – how dare he use her name when she had told him not to. Her fingers tightened to what she knew would cause him pain.

“Master,” with a struggle her opened his eyes and licked his lips. “Master, I need to come.”

“Beg.”

“Please, Master, I need to come. Please let me come. Please, Master.”

Slowly, Rose removed the harness. “I will let you come – but only if you don’t come until I say. If you come before that, or if you don’t come then – there will be unpleasant consequences. Do you understand?’

He met her gaze and quickly looked down. “Yes, Master.”

Giving into temptation, she bent down and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue briefly. A loud groan distracted her and she pulled away to see the Doctor with a look of intense pain of his face, with a wicked smile she wrapped her hand around him again and began to pump him.

Lost to words the Doctor began writhing and moaning, clearly struggling to hold to her order of not coming until she gave her word. Cruelly, she kept it up for a full minute. Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“Come now.”

And he did, splattering on the table. He collapsed backwards, boneless.

“Good boy,” she praised, and briefly brushed his lips with her own. By the time he thought to respond, she had pulled back. He looked up at her, expressionless and sated. “Now,” she continued. “I’m going to leave you here to think about your actions. You’re not going to fuck anymore ex-girlfriends or French whores, are you?”

“No, Master,” he intoned.

“Good.” She turned away. She had no doubt that he’d work out how to get himself free in short order, but until then he could stay where he was.

Something slammed into her at the door, pinning her between the wood and a hard body. Impressively, he was already hard again. As he dragged her away, Rose suppressed a smile – he wouldn’t like it if he saw it.

“Did you think there wouldn’t be payback?” he hissed in her ear.

Yes, but not quite so fast. She had expected it to be a couple of hours yet.

She liked it when he surprised her.

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Next chapter something a little different. Oh, and Rose/Nine again.