The Twelvth is damaged and Rose tries to meet his

needs, damaging herself in the process. That's when

other past Doctors start landing in various

places in the Twelvth's TARDIS. The Cranky Northern

Version attended to Rose while the Eighth dealt with Twelve.

Chapter is rated M

01

Frankly Speaking

Hand in Hand

The Doctor's bum was on fire, or at least it felt like it. He was red faced with embarrassed shame at knowing Rose had set up recording equipment before telling him how she was going to handle his many guilts. He was learning the hard way how human mums kept the human race from becoming as bloodthirsty as Daleks, which even he had to admit that they had the potential to do.

As it turned out, both Tyler and the Ponds were a great deal less of the early 21st Century prudes than he had always assumed. They were open to a great many things and, he had to admit, quite inventive they'd put their heads together, Rose and Amy, and come up with something both felt would work. Which was why he was bent over her lap just now, receiving a sound spanking. Only his bum was exposed, his trousers and pants dropped to just below the curve of his by now decidedly red bum. To protect her hand, Rose wore a glove with a somewhat roughened palm and inner fingers, as well. Fifty-five swats, from beginning to end, twenty-five on each side, with the final five square in the middle had him yelling and sobbing long before it was over. She'd told him it was going to be worse than usual because he'd been harming himself.

When he was released, then told to go lay face down on his bed for no more than one hour before he rejoined the rest of them, he did so without even a token protest. He wasn't allowed to heal himself from the spanking for a full forty hours, either, she'd told him that right from the start. Rose Tyler did not warn him about the stiffening up bit, the standing to eat bit or the limping part. She had insisted he put the TARDIS into the vortex to drift before they started, though.

One hour later, when he tried to get up, he understood the why of several things. Longer than an hour and he'd be too stiff to get up at all. He was already stiff enough that flying his TARDIS wouldn't be possible...he couldn't move well enough to sit like that. He understood why they'd moved his chair away from the kitchen table as he followed Rose out the door to start his spanking...they were aware he wasn't going to need it for a couple days and it would be in the way of his 'standing space'. Once he got to his feet, he noticed the recording equipment was gone already and he flushed again. It hadn't taken Rose anywhere near an hour to spank him, she used sharp, quick blows that did the job they were supposed to do very fast. The Ponds had had more than enough time to see the thing, he realized, feeling a surge of shame.

This then, was how human mothers kept their offspring in line. It worked nicely. He still felt guilt over many things, but not the latest one...that one he felt had been nicely paid for. Then he realized how many spankings were ahead of him and just groaned. He would have groaned louder if he had known what Rose had planned for him...all of him.

"Every me except First, done by the companions current at the time, each of them?" He whispered in shocked dismay.

"Only the females, but one at a time, one after another...or do you still think spankings don't work well for you?"

"No, no I know better, thanks. Yes. The TARDIS can pass the plans developed for Guilt Management along, I suppose?"

"She could. I, however, prefer to first demonstrate and then supervise them to make sure they don't under or over do it."

He flinched, the thought of someone overdoing it...thinking of Tegan, Ace, or Donna would be on the 'over do' end, he was pretty sure. Sarah Jane who would likely underdo it, she and also possibly Charley..., for that matter, then just nodded. "Point taken." He sighed, hesitant to bring the next bit up. She smiled, chuckled and then finally giggled.

"What?"

"I felt your organ swell and felt you humping a bit against my thighs you know. It's okay, once your forty hours are up and you've healed, I'll address that next." Her smile was completely filthy.

He went completely scarlet, too embarrassed to say a word and too turned on to look away from her, or deny it or deny her.

A bit of testing in the way of bedroom games showed her what he liked most, not surprisingly, given his high levels of guilt, most of it humiliated or embarrassed him. Like now, for instance, he was on his knees, shirt open and half out of his trousers, his trousers at mid-thigh, his bits pulled through the slot in his pants, stroking himself and fondling his testicles while his upturned mouth was buried in Rose's snatch, servicing her.

It was something his species would have condemned, this subservience to a human female's sexual needs. It was degrading, but the Doctor thrived on it. More humiliating was that he was lapping up and consuming his own semen, since the first thing she had done was order him to expose his sex organs to her, to be inspected. How he had throbbed and vibrated when Rose had handled his bits, then ordered him to his back on the bed, to grasp the iron posts at the top and to not let go or move.

She's straddled his face first, pressing her slot against his mouth and he had opened it without protest, slurping her juices up, sucking her clit, diddling it with his tongue...as he was doing now, until she moved away, straddled his hips and impaled herself on his straining cock. she did all the work, that first time, giving him what she thought he needed and didn't leave him hanging...now he was on the floor, ordered to keep himself ready to fuck her on demand, but limited to licking her for now.

She let him have his fun, with those bits. But eventually, she told him to strip completely, then follow her and expect to behave like a Doctor when he found her. Because she hadn't cum. At all. She'd tried, but he wasn't doing what she needed from him, so she gave him what he needed first, then changed venues. He knew she wanted him to be his normal self when he found her. Unfortunately, this was this body's normal self. So he did the only thing he could do, since he wasn't about to let her go. He started to call both Ten and Eleven to self would still get what he needed from Rose, but those selves could give her what she needed. Particularly Ten, daft old face, big ears and intensely alpha masculinity. Ten answered but not last him, instead the longish hair and foppish attair of the version exiting the other TARDIS was unmistakble. This was him right after Grace but at least five centuries before the Time War, he'd held that form for longer than most of his bodies.

Eight scanned his elder and sighed. "Need therapy, you."

"Yeah, Rose could probably stand some too."

"I daresay she could. However, you I can fix pretty fast, she could take more time."

"Yeah. She dealt with some of it."

"I saw and felt it, felt our response, as well. Heard it too. And I know she's still waiting for you to find her."

"I've got this." Northern brushed past the pair in front of Eight's ship, "Fix him. We can't do this very often. I'll take care of Rose but she's still going to be waiting for his arms...I'll just calm her down. Doesn't get much more domestic than letting your wife spank you, though...unless it's getting a hard-on when she does...or the rest of that crap." He grumbled, then listened to his elder's ship as she guilded him to a by then sobbing Rose, already packing to leave, convinced he didn't want her past what she could do to relieve his guilt.

"Oi! Hold it right there, Rose Tyler." He wanted to kick himself when she stilled and trembled at the sound of his particular voice. One thing which had been perfectly clear in the years since he'd regenerated from this body into the pinstriped one was how very much she missed this form. What was becoming clear was that Ten had attributes she needed, but which later forms didn't have, any of them. But then the cycle reset, so the next one might. He dismissed the thought to draw Rose into his arms. "Eighth me is fixing the now me. Okay? I'll be okay, the now me just needs Eight's skillset just now. No more spankings, please." He told her as he turned her to face him, then drew her close. He won't need you to hurt yourself, or your heart to help me get rid of guilt once Eight is done. Think I don't know what helping him with that did to you?"

"Whatever you need, whenever you need it...whether you know it or admit it or not, I want you safe. Even from yourself."

"Yeah, yeah we noticed. Nine noticed too, once he regenerated into me and got a good look at that whole incident. He punched me when I regenerated into the Crested Emu. It was a fair, though since most of us punched the Emu when he passed the torch to the one Eight is fixing."

"I don't really matter." She shrugged. "Next you made that pretty clear."

"That's why we punched him. I certainly didn't intend you to get that impression."

she leaned away to look up at him, "I wish you'd decide what you want from me and stick to it so I know what I'm supposed to be doing."

He just sighed and enfolded her into his arms again. "Just be yourself, Rose."

~TBC~