***************Warning this is a discipline fic, if you don't like spanking, don't read. Please don't flame************************
If you have any ideas for any more Dr Who characters to be spanked please drop a review (I've only watched New Who though, so I'll only do characters from that).
~Spankingfangirl
"Amelia, did I give you permission to do that?" The Doctor yelled at her as she walked in.
"But it just looked so fun." She whined.
"And it was also incredibly dangerous."
"I didn't know." Amy moaned.
"You should have listened to me then. Now I'm going to have to punish you Amy, you understand that don't you?" She nodded miserably. 'Take that dress off.' Amy unzipped it and pulled it off. 'Now lay on my legs.' She slid over him, her bottom sticking up over his legs. He pulled her white panties down.
'Please no.' She begged.
'This is for your own good.' He cupped the small white ass in his hands 'Why are you being punished?'
'For' Smack. 'Disobeying' Smack. 'You.' Smack. Smack. Smack.
'And?'
'Putting.' Smack. 'Mine.' Smack. 'And your life' Smack. 'In danger.' The Doctor worked his way from the top of each cheek to midway down each thigh. He hit her swiftly and hard. Tears ran down her face. 'Please I won't do it again.' She begged.
'Damn right you won't.' Each of her buttocks were a bright shade of red. 'Legs apart.'
'No. Please.' He yanked them apart and started smacking the insides hard.
'Ow.'Amy squealed.
'This is only to warm you up.' Amy swore. 'You'll get extra for that.' The Doctor moved to her sit spots- the fleshy area between butt and thigh. Five times straight after each other on one side then on the other. He repeated this ten times. Her butt was flaming hot and bright red. 'Ten for putting your life at risk. Ten for pitting mine at risk. Ten for not thinking about Rory. Ten for not thinking about River Song. Twenty for disobeying me. Ten for swearing. Twenty for almost destroying the TARDIS. And ten to make sure the message sinks in.' Amy groaned 'To be carried out with the paddle. And to teach you not to swear in future, I will not only wash your mouth today, but everyday for the next fortnight.' He picked the paddle up and started bringing it down on her fleshy thighs with all his strength.
'Please.' She begged. After fifty hits around her butt cheeks and thighs he went for the sit spots. Twenty five on each alternating. They were an angry redish purple colour and she wouldn't be able to sit down for days. Despite her begging, he brought the flat edged paddle down harder and harder. When it was finnally over, she collapsed on the floor.
'Sit on my chair.' She looked at the hard wooden chair, but dared not disobey. He came back a few minutes later with a bar of soap. She opened her mouth obediantly. He forced her to keep it in for one and a half minutes. She was gasping for breath when he finally pulled it out and handed her some water. 'One gargle.' She gargled, but if anything the soapy taste got worse. 'Have you learnt your lesson?' She nodded. He took her into another room and chained her from her wrists. 'You will stay here for a week so I always know where you are.'