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"Release me this instant!" Dottore screeched as he was dragged and roughly shoved into a holding cell by some unruly, inconsiderate guards. Did they not know who he was? How dare they treat him this way! Dottore huffs as he brushes nonexistent dirt and dust off his clothes. Hmph! Just wait till Feofan comes. Those pesky guards will wish they had never laid hands on him! Besides, this whole situation wasn't even his fault. If that stupid, pig-nosed lady had minded her own business, and if that market man had given Dottore what he wanted, he wouldn't be here. Dottore stomps around the small cell as his mind replayed the day's events that led him here. He had been experimenting on plants. Not people this time, when some lady kept following him and spouting nonsense about how he was 'hurting the plants'. At first, Dottore had tried to ignore her until her incessant babbling about how 'plants are people too' and how they 'have feelings' got on his last nerve, and he taught her a lesson by throwing a liquid on her -something he created himself- that would turn people's skin different colours. Later that day, he grew quite peckish and decided to head to the market to grab a bite to eat. Once there, he found a food stall that was selling all sorts of food. The smells and sight of the food made his mouth water. At first, the seller was eager to sell him some food until he realized who he was. Then that old bat refused to sell him anything. So Dottore paid and took all the food that the man was selling. He paid. So why had he been dragged and forced into a cell? Was it because of the other people whom he had harmed along the way? Dottore is brought out of his thoughts when he hears a familiar voice. Feofan. At first, Feofan smiles and apologizes to the guards, who exchange looks with each other before leaving. Once the guards are gone, Feofan's smile drops, and he fixes Dottore with a steely gaze. The look lasts a full 3 minutes before he calls Dottore by his real name.
"Zandik", Feofan says, in a voice that sounds nothing like the warm voice he usually uses. This voice sounds cold and hard, sending chills down Dottore's spine. Dottore swallows hard
"F...Feofan. I....I can explain," Dottore starts, but stops talking when Feofan raises his hand to silence him.
"Oh....you can explain, right after your punishment when we get home". Dottore, the same Dottore who has fought Archons and has done experiments for over 4 centuries, whimpers.
"Feofan, please! You don't understand!" Dottore whines. "Those people deserved what they got..they...they were..." Dottore is so upset and scared that he can't even form proper sentences anymore. Feofan walks to the cell door and unlocks it. He grabs Dottore's ear, and they return home. Well, it's not actually their home but more of a safe house. Once they enter, Feofan pulls Dottore to a corner of the room and lets go of his ear.
"You will stand here for the next 30 minutes while I finish some paperwork". Feofan leans down so that his and Dottore's faces are inches apart. "If you so much as move an inch during those 30 minutes, I will make you go outside and cut a switch that will be used right after the belt".
Dottore whimpers as tears start to prick the corners of his eyes. "Noooooo, Feofan, please! Not a switch!" he pleads.
"Then stand in the corner. And you won't be needing this anymore," Feofan says, and he takes Dottore's mask off, revealing tear-filled red eyes. Feofan feels bad but reminds himself that this is not the first time Dottore has harmed people or done damage because he was having one of his tantrums. Feofan pushes those feelings of guilt down and walks toward his desk. "30 minutes," he repeats more to himself than to Dottore.
Dottore listens to Feofan and stands
in the corner for 30 minutes, which feels like an eternity to him. After the time is up, Feofan calls for Dottore to come to him. Once Dottore is close enough, Feofan grabs the blue-haired man, pulls him over his lap and pulls his pants down. Feofan can't help but bite back a smile at the Aranara-themed underwear that Dottore is wearing.
Feofan clears his throat and says, "Your underwear will stay on for the warm-up". When he receives no reply, Feofan decides to start with his hand, lifting it up and bringing it down with a firm, hard SMACK. Dottore jumps but does not make another sound, so Feofan continues.
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After another 10 smacks on each cheek, Dottore starts gasping and squirming. Feofan pulls Dottore's underwear down, revealing two pink globes. Feofan continues smacking Dottore's now bare bottom, causing Dottore's gasps to turn into whimpers. Once Dottore's bum is about to turn red, Feofan stops and pulls out a leather belt. Dottore sobs when he realizes Feofan is going to use the belt on him and starts pleading and apologizing.
"What are you sorry for?" Feofan asks despite knowing the answer already.
"For....for being bad, and h...hurting those people and for the tantrums. Just please! Please don't use the belt!". Feofan hums and rubs Dottore's back.
"Don't worry, darling; it will all be over soon". With that, Feofan lifts the belt up and brings it down onto Dottore's light red globes with a CRACK. Dottore screeches and attempts to reach back to cover his bum, but his attempt fails when Feofan grabs his arm and pins it behind his back.
"For that, you will be getting extra". Dottore sobs harder at those words. Feofan's heart aches, but he again pushes those feelings down and continues to bring the belt down on Dottore's bum.
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Poor Dottore can't take any more and goes limp over Feofan's lap. Feofan gives the blue-haired male 5 more with the belt before dropping the belt on the floor and scooping the shorter male into his arms. He repeatedly kisses Dottore's forehead and says, "You did so well". Dottore buries his face into Feofan's chest and cries himself to sleep while Feofan rocks him gently.