Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I own nothing interesting. All I've got is my bones, must be why I like McCoy so much.
AN: In which McCoy is punished.
Through A Mirror Darkly
Teris Xenite
The next morning Kirk woke to find that McCoy had gravitated towards him during the night. Not all that surprising considering the fact that he'd kept the cabin cold to encourage exactly that. Seeing how peaceful and handsome McCoy looked in his sleep, Kirk almost felt bad for what he had planned for the morning. But since McCoy had to respect his word if he was going to take him seriously, he knew that he'd have to follow through with his promise. It was a shame really, he'd been looking forward to teaching McCoy the finer points of giving a blow job.
Instead he sighed and pushed McCoy away from him sending him tumbling to the floor. McCoy landed with a resounding thud, and jerked awake cursing and sputtering. "What it the hell was that?" He scowled up at Kirk who was leaning on one elbow. The fall wasn't far enough to actually cause any serious damage, but had none the less provided a rude awakening. Kirk gestured towards the bathroom. "Go take care of any business that you may have, when you're done come back here."
McCoy looked at him with a dark scowl from the floor before slowly getting up and making his way to the bathroom. Kirk grinned as he heard the man grousing to himself. He couldn't begrudge him that, given the fact that had it been him sent sprawling first thing in the morning someone probably would have been dead, and he'd still not be too pleased about it. He made his way over to his chair and sat waiting for McCoy to return.
When McCoy emerged from the bathroom, he wore a scowl that gave Kirk the incredible urge to back him into a walk and fuck him, whilst he snarled and snarked, until he was so sated that he couldn't help but be uncharacteristically sanguine. This however was not an occasion for a reward, instead because of what happened the night before, Kirk would get to gage two very important things. The first being McCoy's reaction to pain, and the second how much punishment that it took to make the good doctor contrite. He'd thought of giving a set number, but considering that he knew neither of these things, it wasn't advisable.
He could have given the punishment with a paddle or a whip, it'd be easier on his hands should McCoy prove stubborn enough to be reticent to cry out and to apologize for his wrong doing. But that lacked a certain intimacy. Kirk was fairly certain that this was McCoy's first spanking, at least since entering adulthood, and as such he wanted it to be his hands caressing McCoy's flesh, not the cold detachment of a paddle. He wanted to savor as many of the firsts that McCoy was sharing with him as was possible. He was unbelievably lucky in that regard, far more so than he'd had a right to expect, but still it was pleasing.
He crooked a finger for McCoy to come to him. Ignoring the exclamation of indignation he pulled McCoy over his knee and skimmed a hand over McCoy's ass. "Do you understand why you're being punished?"
McCoy gave a rather petulant sigh. "Because you think I broke a rule."
Kirk felt the corners of his lips jutting up involuntarily, even while facing punishment, which when administered by him had sent many a man begging in mere anticipation of what awaited them, McCoy remained defiant. There was, he mused, a reason that he'd been so attracted to this man. "Might I take it from that statement that you disagree?"
"What I did saved lives, and didn't cause any harm. So no I don't agree with you."
"And would you be pleased if I lengthened crew shifts to twenty hours and forbid meal or rest breaks during them?" There was a heavy silence before he continued. "Was the alien physiology so very different from what your staff is used to dealing with that you needed to be there personally for each and every surgery?"
"They were humanoid."
"So your staff was equipped to deal with the situation?'
"Well yes, but-"
"There are no buts, doctor. Your staff is either competent or they are not. Now which is it?"
"They could have performed surgery without my supervision."
"And had you called all your staff in?"
"No, there was no need to have them pulled from their off duty shifts."
"And did you require those who were working to stay past the end of their shift."
"No."
"So you didn't call in extra help, because you didn't want to call them from their breaks. And you didn't ask any of your staff to do what you did. Why not?"
"It would have been…" McCoy trailed off and Kirk knew that he had just realized what had made Kirk angry, at least in part.
"It would have been what?"
"It wouldn't have been good for them. People aren't supposed to work that long, they get tired, make mistakes, make themselves sick."
"And what would have happened if there had of been a situation where your particular expertise was needed? Say a member of the crew requiring the skills of our best surgeon."
"I could have made a mistake." The small defeated tone in McCoy's voice let Kirk know that his message had been received, and that McCoy was going to be heaping more misery upon himself than a punishment could ever provide. The talk before hand was actually the punishment in this case, the spanking to follow was more of a manifestation and reminder to help McCoy learn not to repeat such mistakes in the future.
"And there you have it, I'm mad at you because you endangered yourself by doing something reckless when there was no need. The Captain is mad at his CMO, because he engaged in actions that could have caused harm to the crew of this vessel. Now I am going to give you a reminder not to do something similar in the future. Do you understand?"
"Yes." A resounding slap to McCoy's ass made him jump. "Yes sir."
"That's better." And with no other warning Kirk began raining blows upon McCoy's ass. There was no discernable pattern or rhythm, so McCoy couldn't prepare himself. After ten blows McCoy was attempting to dodge the blows, but a firm hand to the small of his back kept him firmly in place. Another ten had him gasping. By thirty he was whimpering. At forty tears were streaming down his face, and by fifty he was stammering apologies and begging Kirk to stop.
It took McCoy a few moments to realize that the punishment had in fact ceased. Instead a gentle hand ghosted over his newly reddened ass, and traced soothing circles on his back. He was drawn into Kirk's arms, and yelped as the change of positions placed pressure on his sore rear. Kirk spoke softly and the rhythm of his voice and the sound of Kirk's heartbeat beneath his ear slowly brought McCoy back to reality. When McCoy met his eyes Kirk smiled. "There now, you're not going to do something that foolish again anytime soon, are you?"
"No. I hadn't thought about it that way. You were right." There was a grudging bitterness in McCoy's tone, which betrayed the fact that while he had understood the lesson, he hadn't understood Kirk's reason for punishing him. Apparently he hadn't been clear enough in explaining that he took care of that which was his, or perhaps he and McCoy didn't have the same definition of the concept. Either way it was best to begin rectifying this issue immediately.
Kirk reached up and ran his thumb along McCoy's chin. "This wasn't about me being right, this was about what was best for you. I'd forgotten how much of a workaholic you are. I'll have to keep a closer eye on you in that regard in the future. As noble as your motivations are, I'll not have you work yourself to death. I have much more pleasant occupations for you. Now go lie down on your stomach." Kirk gestured to the bed with an absent hand gesture.
McCoy rose slowly, and twitched a bit at every step. When he reached the bed he fell on his stomach with a pained grunt. Kirk walked through the room so quietly that McCoy couldn't track where he was in the room. He felt the bed dip beside him, and tensed when he realized that Kirk had returned. He tried to ready himself for what would come next, be it punishment or humiliation, but hissed in surprise when something ice cold touched his sore ass. "Hush, this will help." He looked back and saw Kirk rubbing an ointment onto the reddened flesh. It tingled, and though he'd not be sitting comfortably for a day or two, whatever Kirk was doing eased the sting from miserable to manageable.
It didn't look or smell familiar, and McCoy's professional curiosity was peaked. "What is that?"
"A remedy that a friend of mine makes for just such occasions, I have no clue as to what's in it, but it helps. If you're good I'll let you analyze it latter. That will have to wait though, since you're not on duty again for three days."
McCoy opened his mouth to protest, but at the warning look Kirk shot him he wisely stowed whatever comment he'd been about to make for a later date. "We're in open space at the moment. The negotiations and collections from the planet went smoothly, and none of our passengers or crew are in need of your expertise. Should that change, you will of course be called to duty. However baring an emergency you are off duty for the next seventy-two hours. I took the liberty of pulling up your duty roster while I was waiting for you last night. How long has it been since your last day off?"
McCoy paused and thought. "I don't know a couple of weeks maybe."
"Try six weeks approaching seven doctor." There was definite disapproval in Kirk's tone of voice. "Considering the length of time since your last day off, and the double shift that you pulled yesterday, I saw fit to give you a mandatory three day recuperation break." He lay his hand on McCoy's ass, lending his next words a particular kind of relevance. "You will not so much a look at a medical chart, medical journal, research of any kind, or anything more medicinal than a stiff drink without my say so for the next three days, or the spanking I just gave you will look like a love tap. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now onto some more pleasant activities." Warm hands nudged his legs apart and separated McCoy's newly reddened cheeks. Fingers slick with the same ointment as before ghosted over his entrance for a moment before pushing inside of him eliciting a sharp gasp of surprise and a wince due to the residual soreness from their previous encounter. "Still a little tender?" McCoy remained silent, and Kirk removed his fingers. "You know you really are going to need to start answering the questions I ask you."
McCoy was pulled up onto his knees and felt the blunted head of Kirk's cock pressing against his entrance. "In this case I know the answer, so I'll be gentle even though you are a stubborn bastard who won't admit that you need me to be." That being said McCoy had to restrain himself from groaning as Kirk slowly slid into the sore passage, and couldn't restrain a yelp when Kirk brushed against his enflamed ass when fully seated. He was shocked however when Kirk reached around and grabbed his cock, still mostly soft from the pain of the punishment. A few slow pumps of Kirk's fist and it was returning to life.
He gasped caught between dueling sensations of sore muscles being stretched, pressure being applied to recently brutalized buttocks, and the pleasure that came from Kirk's expert manipulation of his dick. Each time Kirk thrust into him he jumped as Kirk's balls smacked his sore ass, and every time Kirk pulled out he whimpered at the friction on his enflamed passage. Despite the discomfort he found himself gasping as Kirk fisted his cock, and to his shame he found himself responding more desperately to the stimulation than any decent man should.
"Come on Bones, you're going to come for me. Even now, when it hurts, and you hate me. You are going to come for me." Kirk's hips began to move faster, and his hand kept time. McCoy felt the shudders that signaled his impending climax. His face burned with embarrassment that he was going to come like this, but then even as he fought it Kirk slammed into his prostate, and the world went white. With his hand covered in McCoy's come Kirk began slowly rubbing the liquid onto McCoy's skin making him twitch as both the pressure and the salt content caused the angry skin to sting.
The increase in McCoy vocalizations, the gasps and shudders that came with his unwilling orgasm, the whimpers at the abuse of his ass, and the rapid breath that accompanied both made Kirk's blood boil. These in conjunction with the clenching of McCoy's tight passage had him spilling his seed into the trembling man soon after McCoy's climax. Once he'd finished he allowed McCoy off of his knees, though he stayed inside of him, thrusting slowly and periodically until he was completely spent. When he pulled out of McCoy with a satisfying pop, McCoy seemed to do everything he could to melt into the bed.
Kirk however lay down beside him and wiped away the tears that had flowed down McCoy's cheeks in his shame at coming so easily under Kirk's ministrations, as well as the few that remained from his punishment. He pressed a kiss to McCoy's forehead and trailed his fingers along the man cheek, pulling him tighter as his tremors began to abate. "You've done very well. Rest now."
Exhausted both emotionally and physically from the encounter McCoy didn't even bother to resist on this order and instead turned over, curled up so that he was facing away from Kirk and soon fell asleep. Kirk slung a wrist around his waist and pulled the sleeping man close enough that he could feel the heat from McCoy's reddened ass. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep. This weekend was turning out so very well, and he still had two whole days to enjoy his prize.
Life, he thought, was very good. And all it took to get him what he wanted was one bleached blonde Georgia slut, and the whisper in the right man's ear that she'd be willing to stray if the enticement was good enough. Of course McCoy need never know that Kirk had led his errant ex to her well deserved end. That would be his little secret. It had taken years, but he finally had McCoy where he wanted him, and he damn well intended to enjoy it. The details of how he'd come to be there wouldn't matter in the long run. Before long Leonard H. McCoy would see what being his truly meant, and then he'd have everything that he wanted.
AN: Greetings everyone. I hope that the wait wasn't too miserable and that you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think of this bit.
Next chapter: Kirk lives up to his obligations, and Wynona wants a look at his new toy.