The Master--Semi Hiatus

Devotion.

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"… Sorry for using that sort of language around you… Master…" he said begrudgingly, twitching a little at the swat.

"Hmm…I don’t think you really  meant it, did you?” He spanked him two more times before rubbing his ass again, his other hand moving up to play with his hair.

Rory gasped this time, clenching his jaw a moment as he calmed down. “S-Sorry Master…” he repeated once more, squirming in his lap. “Sorry…”

"Hmm...good boy...was that so hard?" He spanked him one last time before simply running his hand over his bottom. 

"… Sorry for using that sort of language around you… Master…" he said begrudgingly, twitching a little at the swat.

"Hmm...I don't think you really  meant it, did you?" He spanked him two more times before rubbing his ass again, his other hand moving up to play with his hair.

 This time he did growl, just a little. Rory stepped closer, even more reluctantly than before. “S-Sorry…” he mumbled, before finally standing in front of Harold. “Happy?”

"Almost." He grabbed Rory by the wrist, pulling him down over his lap, holding him down with one hand on his back. "I told you I’d have to punish you." And with that, he brought his hand down hard on his other self’s bottom.

Rory struggled and squirmed, glaring at him over his shoulder before his hand pushed him down. He knew he said he was going to punish him, but— “—Ah!” his head ducked between his shoulders, still squirming, feeling more and more humiliated as they went on.

He chuckled softly to himself, spanking him again before slowly running his hand over Rory’s ass. “You know you deserve this for using such horrible language in front of your Master.” He knew he’d probably pay for this later…but it was so much fun.

"Only because you made me wear this outfit." he grumbled, almost subconsciously pushing his ass up into his hand, much preferring the stroking to the spanking. He could kill him later, plan it out during his bloody punishment. “… Sorry Master…”

"Sorry for what?" He asked calmly, swatting his bum again.

 He almost growled under his breath, instead opting for muttering a few Gallifreyan profanities quietly. He swallowed hard, feeling himself shake a little. “Yes… Yes, Master…” he replied, feeling his blush intensify. 

He heard the choice phrases and shook his head. “No, no…that won’t do it all. I’m going to have to punish you for that filthy mouth.” He crooked a finger, beckoning Rory closer.

This time he did growl, just a little. Rory stepped closer, even more reluctantly than before. “S-Sorry…” he mumbled, before finally standing in front of Harold. “Happy?”

"Almost." He grabbed Rory by the wrist, pulling him down over his lap, holding him down with one hand on his back. "I told you I’d have to punish you." And with that, he brought his hand down hard on his other self’s bottom.

Rory struggled and squirmed, glaring at him over his shoulder before his hand pushed him down. He knew he said he was going to punish him, but— “—Ah!” his head ducked between his shoulders, still squirming, feeling more and more humiliated as they went on.

He chuckled softly to himself, spanking him again before slowly running his hand over Rory's ass. "You know you deserve this for using such horrible language in front of your Master." He knew he'd probably pay for this later...but it was so much fun.

"Mmm…very good…and you’re very good for not arguing with me. Because you know who’s really in control here, don’t you." He rested his chin against his hand, smirking.

He almost growled under his breath, instead opting for muttering a few Gallifreyan profanities quietly. He swallowed hard, feeling himself shake a little. “Yes… Yes, Master…” he replied, feeling his blush intensify. 

He heard the choice phrases and shook his head. “No, no…that won’t do it all. I’m going to have to punish you for that filthy mouth.” He crooked a finger, beckoning Rory closer.

This time he did growl, just a little. Rory stepped closer, even more reluctantly than before. “S-Sorry…” he mumbled, before finally standing in front of Harold. “Happy?”

"Almost." He grabbed Rory by the wrist, pulling him down over his lap, holding him down with one hand on his back. "I told you I'd have to punish you." And with that, he brought his hand down hard on his other self's bottom.

"Arms down, pet. I need a proper look," he said. "Now…turn for me…slowly."

He opened his mouth and frowned, about to insist that he was not a pet. And then he closed his mouth, and reluctantly lowered his arms. Rory turned silently, slowly like he wanted. 

"Mmm…very good…and you’re very good for not arguing with me. Because you know who’s really in control here, don’t you." He rested his chin against his hand, smirking.

He almost growled under his breath, instead opting for muttering a few Gallifreyan profanities quietly. He swallowed hard, feeling himself shake a little. “Yes… Yes, Master…” he replied, feeling his blush intensify. 

He heard the choice phrases and shook his head. "No, no...that won't do it all. I'm going to have to punish you for that filthy mouth." He crooked a finger, beckoning Rory closer.

masterbation power plays really are the best.

Rory blushed more, stepping forward slowly before finally making it in front of the other, keeping his arms crossed. “Th-This good?” he asked, shifting from foot to foot. 

"Arms down, pet. I need a proper look," he said. "Now…turn for me…slowly."

He opened his mouth and frowned, about to insist that he was not a pet. And then he closed his mouth, and reluctantly lowered his arms. Rory turned silently, slowly like he wanted. 

"Mmm...very good...and you're very good for not arguing with me. Because you know who's really in control here, don't you." He rested his chin against his hand, smirking.