Before you read this, I should, firstly, give credit where credit is due. The fanfiction was coauthored by Spankingfemfatal. She is a prolific fanfiction writer who has written a number of spanking fics which feature male submissives. If you're into that sort of thing, I recommend you check out her fanfiction . net profile. She also has an archive of our own account where the complete version of this story is published. (: / / archive of our /users/spankingfemme/works). Add an http to that and take out the spaces. It should get you there. For the most part, Fem is responsible for Oswald's actions and dialogue in this. And, for the most part, I am responsible for the actions and dialogue of Fish. This story is complete and quite long, but I'll be breaking it into smaller chapter for you to make it more reader friendly.
Also, incase the warning that I put in the description of this wasn't warning enough, I will now inform you about how incredibly dark and horrible this story is. Warning: This story contains hard core male bondage porn. I do not recommend reading this if that kind of thing disturbs you. However, if you are as pissed off that you will never have sex with Robin Lord Taylor as I am, you might really enjoy it 0_- So I don't know. Who am I to judge? You decide what you can handle. Whatever.
1
Maroni had agreed to meet with Falcone and Fish to end the skirmish between the two families as a war was never good for business. There had to be a compromise realized in order to attain peace, and when it came down to details, Fish had wanted Oswald dead, but that wasn't going to happen.
Maroni did however offer a concession as he personally was not fond of a snitch any more than the rest. He wanted what Cobblepot had to offer him yes, but there was some small part of him that wanted to make Oswald pay for what he did too, "I'll tell you what, my man Penguin did you wrong, I get that. How about you take him home as your guest to 'discuss' your differences?"
Fish visibly brightened while Oswald paled sputtering in his fear, "Don Maroni, no! You can't! She'll kill me!"
Holding up a hand while still looking to Falcone and Mooney, Oswald quieted reluctantly and Maroni continued, "As I was saying, I'll let you have Penguin as long as you can promise to return him to me in relatively the same state… no broken bones, missing fingers, in other words no permanent damage. I do want to start fresh with no ill will between us. Is that a reasonable trade?"
Fish grinned maliciously, "If the yellow rat snitch bastard is so important to you, then I suppose I can make that compromise."
Shaking his head in denial Oswald looked from Fish to Falcone; his eyes pleaded silently to Carmine to intercede, but the old man gave him no leeway simply nodding, "If this is agreeable to you Fish let it be done, so we can all get back to business."
"Of course, Don Falcone," said Fish, her sadistic grin broadening. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of what could be a very profitable business arrangement. You hand Penguin over to me for a couple of days, and let me teach that little punk a lesson."
Oswald was visibly shaken as he spun to face Maroni now seeing Falcone had no intention of saving him from such a fate, "Don Maroni please reconsider! She can't be trusted! As soon as she has me in her clutches I'm as good as dead!"
Maroni merely laughed slapping Oswald on the shoulder, "Relax kid, Miss Mooney isn't interested in starting a war when we're working out an acceptable deal."
Oswald's voice rose an octave, "I don't find this in any way an acceptable deal! I beg of you Don Maroni, please see reason!"
Frowning now Maroni rose a hand to silence Oswald, "Enough. Just take the licks you got coming to ya, and we can move on from this nonsense. She gave her word," Maroni glanced back to Falcone, "and her word is also that of Falcone's."
Falcone nodded his agreement which was enough for Maroni as the larger man gave Oswald a shove into Fish's direction, "He's all yours."
Oswald was white with fear as his wide eyes assessed Fish. He held out his hands in supplication, "Please Fish, we can talk about this I'm sure."
Fish shook her head slowly, "There's nothing to discuss," she said. "You broke my heart, Oswald. I took you under my wing, trusted you with all of my most damning secrets, then, the first chance you got, you turned around and betrayed that trust. This is a matter of respect. No one makes a fool of Fish Mooney and gets away with it."
Fish put a hand on one of Oswald's trembling shoulders in a mock gesture of comfort.
"But don't worry baby, Mama's gonna' make sure you make it outta' this ok," she crooned mockingly digging her long manicured nails into the shoulder of Oswald's suit jacket.
Oswald reflexively cringed at her touch his head whipping back to see that Maroni had already turned his back on him walking off towards his car, goons in tow. Oswald wanted to scream out at his retreating back that he couldn't wait to prove what a mistake Maroni was making by tossing him to the wolves like this. Oswald would make him sorry, but those words he swallowed only choking out a less than flattering sucking in of a hitched breath as he turned back to see the hungry gleam in Fish's eyes.
Carmine had also turned to leave, he was alone with Fish now, and she'd been given the keys to seed her revenge as she saw fit for at least the next few days. Oswald's terror became almost palpable now as even with the stipulation that she could not do any lasting physical harm, he was more than sure she was imaginative enough to make him quite sorry he had crossed her.
He cleared his throat addressing Fish with as much respect as he could muster, "Miss Mooney, I know we've had our differences in the past, but before you do anything rash, how about we take a moment to first discuss what I can do for you as a friend before you solidify any actions that would irreparably make us enemies.
"You think you can sweet talk your way out of trouble, young man? Well, this should be amusing. I'll humor you," said Fish. "What can you do for me?"
Oswald relaxed slightly a little relived that Fish was going to at least hear him out, "I've got my hands in a lot of operations. You know how resourceful I can be, and with that in mind, having a friend on Maroni's end means I can tip you off to avenues you may also see to be advantageous. I can be your eyes and ears in this city! You could always be five steps ahead with my help. You can't tell me that isn't of value to you?"
"Fool me once, Penguin, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Do you think I'm stupid? With your track record for betrayal, why on earth should I trust you?" Fish spat.
He was losing ground, he applied flattery, "Of course not! I wouldn't be so foolish as to test you in such a fashion again! You've proven to be much more cunning than I had originally anticipated when I made the mistake of betraying you. Please let me make it up to you. Surely there is something I can do to prove to you that you can trust me again."
"Sorry, Oswald. I'm afraid you can't be trusted. Obviously you're planning to betray me again. Really, it's insulting that you think I'll fall for it. We're wasting time," replied Fish in irritation.
She was becoming bored with Oswald's stalling as well as pissed off by the confidence with which he addressed her. He really thought he was so smart, didn't he? He really thought that by comparison she was a blithering idiot. A blithering idiot who would release him scot-free if he gave her a false apology and some phony promises.
Fish walked closer to Oswald and poked him in the chest with her index finger, "Time for your punishment," she growled.
"Alright boys, toss him in the trunk; let's take him to the club!" Fish shouted at her henchmen.
A couple of Fish's underlings grabbed Oswald by his arms and dragged him toward the trunk of Fish's car. Fish walked to the car, sat down in the driver's side seat and pulled the door shut. She smirked to herself evilly as she watched her henchmen slam the trunk shut in the driver's side mirror.
She couldn't wait to have Oswald all to herself.
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Fish arrived at the club, parked in the spot reserved for her outside, and then ordered her henchmen to release Oswald from the trunk. The two goons lifted a trembling Oswald out of the trunk, and half dragged, half carried him toward the entrance of the building. Once they were inside, Fish locked the front door with a key.
"You can let him go now," she said to her henchmen. "He won't run from this if he knows what's good for him."
Fish's goons released Oswald's arms and he stumbled forward toward Fish.
Oswald had resisted, but Fish's men threw him effortlessly into her trunk. Throughout the ride, he desperately tried to plan a way out of the current mess he now found himself in. How could Maroni or Falcone leave him to suffer like this? Was he worth so little to them? He was feeling terrified and full of self-pity by the time the car jerked to a stop and he was pulled bodily out of the trunk and shoved into Fish's club. Fish's amusement was self-evident as he was tossed at her feet.
Oswald stared up at her with wide eyes as he gulped staggering to his feet; his heart was in his throat now seeing the promise of pain in her eyes, "You're making a mistake!" He all but yelled trying to muster all the confidence he could although he was shaking like a leaf.
"Shut up," Fish snapped. She sat down in one of the chairs in the room and patted her lap, glaring at Oswald threateningly. "Because you're such a brat, why don't you come over here, bend over Mama's lap and take a spanking."