Punishment
Title: Punishment
Author: Darcy
Pairings: Tegan/Nyssa, Turlough/Five, Turlough/Nyssa, Tegan/Five
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Roleplaying, spanking. Beta'd by Loros and hakima_sha.
Inside the TARDIS console room, the Doctor was lost in memories. Tegan had left the ship not long ago, and he was knew he was going to miss her. He would miss her fire and spirit and determination, and most of all he would miss their orgies.
Despite her prickly exterior, Tegan had harboured a deep affection for every other member of the TARDIS crew. This included Turlough, despite their frequent arguments. In fact, one of their most memorable nights had occurred very soon after Turlough had joined the little group that had formerly consisted of the Doctor, Tegan, and Nyssa. They were all very happy to learn that Turlough enjoyed roleplaying just as much as they did.
That particular night, the foursome worked off of a loose script that began with Turlough and Nyssa in a room that had been made up to resemble a schoolroom. Nyssa and Turlough were sitting on adjacent chairs, and Turlough had his hand up Nyssa's skirt while his tongue earnestly endeavoured to venture down her throat.
The slam of the classroom door banging against the wall as it opened drove the two apart, Turlough scrambling in a vain attempt to hide and Nyssa attempting to straighten her rumpled clothing.
"Miss Tegan!" Nyssa cried, facing the angry chemistry instructor in the doorway. "I'm sorry, Turlough and I were just --"
"I saw what you were 'just' doing," Tegan interrupted. "As you know very well, your behaviour is very much against school policy, and I must insist that you see the headmaster!"
"Please, no," Turlough begged, blanching. "He might send me down, and I can't let that happen."
Nyssa also looked at Tegan with pleading eyes. Tegan furrowed her brow and considered. "I suppose I could just punish you two myself," she finally offered.
Turlough rapidly nodded, while Nyssa breathed a sigh of relief.
Tegan turned away and started to dig through a cupboard. "Nyssa, wait in the corner. Turlough, drop your trousers and pants and bend over that desk."
"What?" yelled Turlough's voice behind her.
"You heard me," Tegan answered as she located an old wooden ruler inside the cupboard. "Ah, this should do nicely." She looked up to see that Turlough was staring at her, eyes wide. "Would you rather take my punishment, or the headmaster's?"
Turlough gulped and then stripped and assumed his assigned position, trembling. Nyssa was already cowering in the corner.
Tegan smiled and sauntered up to stand behind Turlough, fingering the ruler. "How many strokes do you think you deserve, Turlough? Hmm?"
"Um, five?" he guessed.
"Wrong answer. I think 10 sounds better." With that, Tegan raised the ruler and then brought it down with a whistling crack against Turlough's right buttock.
"Ah!" he cried.
"One," Tegan corrected. "Keep count."
Turlough jerkily nodded and braced himself for the second blow, which landed on the left buttock this time. "Two!" He felt his cock hardening again as he cried, "Three!" After the next blow, he eased his right hand back to encircle his cock and stroked it as he continued the count. "Four!" He was pulsing and hot, aching to spill. "Five!" He tensed, rubbed faster, paused. "Six!" A tightening feeling coiled in the pit of his stomach. "Seven!" He was on the verge of coming but couldn't let himself before Tegan finished; that would just increase his punishment "Eight!" He shook with the strain of holding back, eyes clenched shut. "Nine!" She seemed to wait forever before doling out the final stroke. "Ten!" With a strangled cry, Turlough let go and came all over his hand and the desk.
"Very good, Turlough," Tegan praised, stroking his quivering, reddened backside. "Sitting down won't be very comfortable for a little while, but other than that, you'll be fine. You can just rest while I take care of Nyssa's punishment."
Turlough listened to the receding footsteps and then opened his eyes to see Tegan stop several feet away from Nyssa and lie on her back on a small rug in front of the girl. "Come here, Nyssa," Tegan instructed. Hesitantly, Nyssa walked over. "Kneel," Tegan ordered. "Now, get on your hands and knees and crawl up, straddling me." Awkwardly, Nyssa did so until Tegan told her to stop.
"I've never done this before," Nyssa whispered.
"Then it's about time you learned," Tegan replied. "Lie between my legs." She spread them in a V position, leaving plenty of room for Nyssa, who again obeyed and lay, belly to the floor, head level with Tegan's crotch. Tegan then flipped up her skirt. Nyssa gasped, and Turlough's eyes widened. He could see that Tegan was naked underneath. All those times in chemistry class, had she been like that? He never would have guessed.
Tegan spoke again. "You might not have done this before, Nyssa, but I think it's obvious what I want. Make me come. Do a good job and the headmaster will never know about you and Turlough."
Nyssa's head dropped and her tongue flicked out hesitantly. "That's it," Tegan encouraged. "A little firmer, ahh, that's right."
Still slumped across the desk recovering from his own shattering orgasm, Turlough closed his eyes again and listened to the moans and sighs and murmurs as Nyssa pleasured Tegan. It certainly sounded like she was doing a good job of it for a first try.
"Well, what is going on here?" came a voice from the doorway.
Nyssa's head snapped up, and Turlough nearly fell off the desk. He nearly swore when he recognised the intruder as the headmaster, known to all as "The Doctor." Turlough couldn't have imagined a worse outcome than for the Doctor to walk in on them under these circumstances. He was sure to get sent down now.
The Doctor spoke again. "I did ask a question."
"It's punishment," Tegan calmly replied, pushing Nyssa's head back into position. "I found these two students engaging in inappropriate conduct, and I decided to take care of the situation on the spot."
"Tegan, you know you're supposed to bring conduct concerns to my attention," the Doctor chided. "I'm afraid this means you'll have to be punished, too."
Turlough noticed that this idea did not seem to disturb Tegan in the least.
"Meanwhile," the Doctor continued, "I suppose you and Nyssa should just carry on. I see that Turlough isn't busy at the moment. Perhaps he could help me with something."
Turlough had been wondering when his name would enter the conversation. With a sigh, he picked himself up and walked over to the Doctor, trying to keep his head high. "If you're going to send me down, do it now and get it over with. Please," he quickly added, trying to be polite.
"Send you down?" The Doctor cocked his head. "Now, why would I do that? I think we still have use for you around here." His gaze dropped to Turlough's lips. "For instance, you have a very pretty mouth."
"Where do you want me?" Turlough asked resignedly.
The Doctor beamed. "And a quick study, too! In front of that chair, I think." He nodded to the item in question.
Turlough took up a kneeling position in front of the indicated chair and waited as the Doctor stripped. Perhaps if he did a good enough job, disaster could still be averted. With that thought in mind, Turlough set himself to please. Slow, fast, slow again, alternating pressures, and always a gentle touch. The Doctor moaned in approval, hands resting on Turlough's head, being careful not to force anything. Against his will, Turlough felt himself becoming aroused again, at the worst possible time: when he could do nothing about it. He concentrated on the Doctor as best he could and had almost succeeded in distracting himself when Tegan screamed Nyssa's name. In the next moment the Doctor came, shooting down Turlough's throat with a shout.
Turlough quickly swallowed, then swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and settled on his haunches, head down. With a little luck, he would soon be dismissed and could jerk himself off in private. Surely the Doctor couldn't expect any more from him at this point.
From across the room, Tegan spoke. "Well, Doctor, it looks like you enjoyed Turlough."
He caught his breath and nodded. "I did. Apparently, you feel the same way about Nyssa. She looks rather neglected, though. And Turlough did so nicely with me that he deserves a reward."
Tegan shrugged. "If it's all right with you."
"Go on, Turlough," the Doctor urged. "Nyssa could use some attention. Consider this a gift."
The headmaster was ordering him to fuck his girlfriend in front of an audience. Now Turlough was positive he had entered an alternate universe, but with the way his cock felt about to implode, he wasn't about to turn down the invitation. He made a beeline for Nyssa, on the way passing Tegan, who was heading to the Doctor's side of the room.
Nyssa's face was flushed, her eyes were bright, and her lips were glistening. She took the initiative, standing on her toes to entrap him in a kiss. Turlough leaned into her, tasting Tegan's juices on her mouth and feeling her press against him, almost moulding to his skin, but then he pulled away to catch his breath. "A little eager, aren't we, Nyssa?"
Her hand snaked down between their bodies to stroke his cock. "What do you expect, after all that? You and the Doctor put on quite a show, and he isn't done yet."
Turlough glanced around to see the Doctor and Tegan on the floor in a tangle of limbs and clothing. They set an inspiring example, not that he needed much help at this point. He looked back at Nyssa. "The Doctor did tell me to pay some special attention to you."
"Best not disobey him," Nyssa agreed. "We've broken too many rules already today."
Turlough thoroughly agreed. Within a minute he had Nyssa nude and pinned again the classroom wall with him buried within her. Behind him, he heard Tegan and the Doctor going at it again, the breathy sounds of their lovemaking mingling with his and Nyssa's for timeless minutes until they were all finished and lay slumped on the floor, exhausted.
Eventually, a voice punctured the stillness. "Next time, can we do this in a room with a bed?" came Tegan's weary tones. "This floor is hell on my back."
*****
"Doctor?"
The sound of Turlough's voice roused the Doctor away from his pleasant memories and back to the present. Yes, Tegan and Nyssa were gone, but Turlough and Kamelion were still with him. And who knew? Maybe they would run into the girls again someday and hold a reunion.
Author: Darcy
Pairings: Tegan/Nyssa, Turlough/Five, Turlough/Nyssa, Tegan/Five
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Roleplaying, spanking. Beta'd by Loros and hakima_sha.
Inside the TARDIS console room, the Doctor was lost in memories. Tegan had left the ship not long ago, and he was knew he was going to miss her. He would miss her fire and spirit and determination, and most of all he would miss their orgies.
Despite her prickly exterior, Tegan had harboured a deep affection for every other member of the TARDIS crew. This included Turlough, despite their frequent arguments. In fact, one of their most memorable nights had occurred very soon after Turlough had joined the little group that had formerly consisted of the Doctor, Tegan, and Nyssa. They were all very happy to learn that Turlough enjoyed roleplaying just as much as they did.
That particular night, the foursome worked off of a loose script that began with Turlough and Nyssa in a room that had been made up to resemble a schoolroom. Nyssa and Turlough were sitting on adjacent chairs, and Turlough had his hand up Nyssa's skirt while his tongue earnestly endeavoured to venture down her throat.
The slam of the classroom door banging against the wall as it opened drove the two apart, Turlough scrambling in a vain attempt to hide and Nyssa attempting to straighten her rumpled clothing.
"Miss Tegan!" Nyssa cried, facing the angry chemistry instructor in the doorway. "I'm sorry, Turlough and I were just --"
"I saw what you were 'just' doing," Tegan interrupted. "As you know very well, your behaviour is very much against school policy, and I must insist that you see the headmaster!"
"Please, no," Turlough begged, blanching. "He might send me down, and I can't let that happen."
Nyssa also looked at Tegan with pleading eyes. Tegan furrowed her brow and considered. "I suppose I could just punish you two myself," she finally offered.
Turlough rapidly nodded, while Nyssa breathed a sigh of relief.
Tegan turned away and started to dig through a cupboard. "Nyssa, wait in the corner. Turlough, drop your trousers and pants and bend over that desk."
"What?" yelled Turlough's voice behind her.
"You heard me," Tegan answered as she located an old wooden ruler inside the cupboard. "Ah, this should do nicely." She looked up to see that Turlough was staring at her, eyes wide. "Would you rather take my punishment, or the headmaster's?"
Turlough gulped and then stripped and assumed his assigned position, trembling. Nyssa was already cowering in the corner.
Tegan smiled and sauntered up to stand behind Turlough, fingering the ruler. "How many strokes do you think you deserve, Turlough? Hmm?"
"Um, five?" he guessed.
"Wrong answer. I think 10 sounds better." With that, Tegan raised the ruler and then brought it down with a whistling crack against Turlough's right buttock.
"Ah!" he cried.
"One," Tegan corrected. "Keep count."
Turlough jerkily nodded and braced himself for the second blow, which landed on the left buttock this time. "Two!" He felt his cock hardening again as he cried, "Three!" After the next blow, he eased his right hand back to encircle his cock and stroked it as he continued the count. "Four!" He was pulsing and hot, aching to spill. "Five!" He tensed, rubbed faster, paused. "Six!" A tightening feeling coiled in the pit of his stomach. "Seven!" He was on the verge of coming but couldn't let himself before Tegan finished; that would just increase his punishment "Eight!" He shook with the strain of holding back, eyes clenched shut. "Nine!" She seemed to wait forever before doling out the final stroke. "Ten!" With a strangled cry, Turlough let go and came all over his hand and the desk.
"Very good, Turlough," Tegan praised, stroking his quivering, reddened backside. "Sitting down won't be very comfortable for a little while, but other than that, you'll be fine. You can just rest while I take care of Nyssa's punishment."
Turlough listened to the receding footsteps and then opened his eyes to see Tegan stop several feet away from Nyssa and lie on her back on a small rug in front of the girl. "Come here, Nyssa," Tegan instructed. Hesitantly, Nyssa walked over. "Kneel," Tegan ordered. "Now, get on your hands and knees and crawl up, straddling me." Awkwardly, Nyssa did so until Tegan told her to stop.
"I've never done this before," Nyssa whispered.
"Then it's about time you learned," Tegan replied. "Lie between my legs." She spread them in a V position, leaving plenty of room for Nyssa, who again obeyed and lay, belly to the floor, head level with Tegan's crotch. Tegan then flipped up her skirt. Nyssa gasped, and Turlough's eyes widened. He could see that Tegan was naked underneath. All those times in chemistry class, had she been like that? He never would have guessed.
Tegan spoke again. "You might not have done this before, Nyssa, but I think it's obvious what I want. Make me come. Do a good job and the headmaster will never know about you and Turlough."
Nyssa's head dropped and her tongue flicked out hesitantly. "That's it," Tegan encouraged. "A little firmer, ahh, that's right."
Still slumped across the desk recovering from his own shattering orgasm, Turlough closed his eyes again and listened to the moans and sighs and murmurs as Nyssa pleasured Tegan. It certainly sounded like she was doing a good job of it for a first try.
"Well, what is going on here?" came a voice from the doorway.
Nyssa's head snapped up, and Turlough nearly fell off the desk. He nearly swore when he recognised the intruder as the headmaster, known to all as "The Doctor." Turlough couldn't have imagined a worse outcome than for the Doctor to walk in on them under these circumstances. He was sure to get sent down now.
The Doctor spoke again. "I did ask a question."
"It's punishment," Tegan calmly replied, pushing Nyssa's head back into position. "I found these two students engaging in inappropriate conduct, and I decided to take care of the situation on the spot."
"Tegan, you know you're supposed to bring conduct concerns to my attention," the Doctor chided. "I'm afraid this means you'll have to be punished, too."
Turlough noticed that this idea did not seem to disturb Tegan in the least.
"Meanwhile," the Doctor continued, "I suppose you and Nyssa should just carry on. I see that Turlough isn't busy at the moment. Perhaps he could help me with something."
Turlough had been wondering when his name would enter the conversation. With a sigh, he picked himself up and walked over to the Doctor, trying to keep his head high. "If you're going to send me down, do it now and get it over with. Please," he quickly added, trying to be polite.
"Send you down?" The Doctor cocked his head. "Now, why would I do that? I think we still have use for you around here." His gaze dropped to Turlough's lips. "For instance, you have a very pretty mouth."
"Where do you want me?" Turlough asked resignedly.
The Doctor beamed. "And a quick study, too! In front of that chair, I think." He nodded to the item in question.
Turlough took up a kneeling position in front of the indicated chair and waited as the Doctor stripped. Perhaps if he did a good enough job, disaster could still be averted. With that thought in mind, Turlough set himself to please. Slow, fast, slow again, alternating pressures, and always a gentle touch. The Doctor moaned in approval, hands resting on Turlough's head, being careful not to force anything. Against his will, Turlough felt himself becoming aroused again, at the worst possible time: when he could do nothing about it. He concentrated on the Doctor as best he could and had almost succeeded in distracting himself when Tegan screamed Nyssa's name. In the next moment the Doctor came, shooting down Turlough's throat with a shout.
Turlough quickly swallowed, then swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and settled on his haunches, head down. With a little luck, he would soon be dismissed and could jerk himself off in private. Surely the Doctor couldn't expect any more from him at this point.
From across the room, Tegan spoke. "Well, Doctor, it looks like you enjoyed Turlough."
He caught his breath and nodded. "I did. Apparently, you feel the same way about Nyssa. She looks rather neglected, though. And Turlough did so nicely with me that he deserves a reward."
Tegan shrugged. "If it's all right with you."
"Go on, Turlough," the Doctor urged. "Nyssa could use some attention. Consider this a gift."
The headmaster was ordering him to fuck his girlfriend in front of an audience. Now Turlough was positive he had entered an alternate universe, but with the way his cock felt about to implode, he wasn't about to turn down the invitation. He made a beeline for Nyssa, on the way passing Tegan, who was heading to the Doctor's side of the room.
Nyssa's face was flushed, her eyes were bright, and her lips were glistening. She took the initiative, standing on her toes to entrap him in a kiss. Turlough leaned into her, tasting Tegan's juices on her mouth and feeling her press against him, almost moulding to his skin, but then he pulled away to catch his breath. "A little eager, aren't we, Nyssa?"
Her hand snaked down between their bodies to stroke his cock. "What do you expect, after all that? You and the Doctor put on quite a show, and he isn't done yet."
Turlough glanced around to see the Doctor and Tegan on the floor in a tangle of limbs and clothing. They set an inspiring example, not that he needed much help at this point. He looked back at Nyssa. "The Doctor did tell me to pay some special attention to you."
"Best not disobey him," Nyssa agreed. "We've broken too many rules already today."
Turlough thoroughly agreed. Within a minute he had Nyssa nude and pinned again the classroom wall with him buried within her. Behind him, he heard Tegan and the Doctor going at it again, the breathy sounds of their lovemaking mingling with his and Nyssa's for timeless minutes until they were all finished and lay slumped on the floor, exhausted.
Eventually, a voice punctured the stillness. "Next time, can we do this in a room with a bed?" came Tegan's weary tones. "This floor is hell on my back."
*****
"Doctor?"
The sound of Turlough's voice roused the Doctor away from his pleasant memories and back to the present. Yes, Tegan and Nyssa were gone, but Turlough and Kamelion were still with him. And who knew? Maybe they would run into the girls again someday and hold a reunion.