They were standing in the bedroom area again, the Master still had soap in his mouth as she hadn't let him spit it out yet. As his feet were bound, the Master tripped, grabbing onto the doorframe to stop himself from falling.

She didn't bother reading his thoughts, but the venom filled look in his eyes suggested that the words he had for her were not so nice. She didn't plan on elaborating on what her next plans would be, but she didn't mind making the process a bit more practical.

"Take those pants off, you won't be needing them anyway,"

A look of worry crossed his face, he stayed put.

"Just put them aside here, go on! They're not serving any purpose right now anyway. We're far from being done with you here."

She said this as casually as she could, but watched his reaction with some hidden malice. She wasn't actually planning on spanking him any more that day, unless of course, he does something to earn it. But the alarmed reaction of pure horror that came across his face was priceless. He stayed frozen, staring at her, and she decided to take some mercy.

"If you behave you'll be alright, controlling yourself is all you need to worry about." when he still hesitated to move, she crossed her arms, "Now you're pushing it again. You want your punishment to end sooner? Act like it!"

He rolled his eyes, still unsatisfied with the command, but reluctantly obliged. Stepping out of the trousers, he tossed them on his bed. He had already been practically naked before, but something about submitting to it so pliantly, made it even more embarrassing. He self consciously pulled on the hem of his shirt, then crossed his arms, glaring and bracing for whatever she'd want to do with him next.

The Doctor reached into her pocket and pulled out a collar. A red leather collar, like the one the Master had worn two incarnations ago. She fastened it on his neck, then attached a leash at the back, which she had stashed in her other pocket.

She used a lock, making sure that only she can take it off and that it's attached firmly, she wrapped the end of the leash around her hand, so that it can't slip out in case he decided to dash from her.

He allowed her to do it, somewhat intrigued. It wasn't the best situation considering everything, but it had been a bit since she had taken him outside of the cell. When she looked at him again, he gestured to the soap, having to keep biting on it even as they were outside of the bathroom made him feel that much more awkward in this already mortifying experience. It was messy and uncomfortable, dripping all over his chin and of course, constantly kept the foul taste on his tongue. He had to intentionally bite on it too, so it served as a reminder of his willing compliance.

"A mouth like yours needs a proper soaping, you will hold that bar for as long as I say, no discussion. Not like, you can discuss anything right now."

He groaned, but didn't dare disobey, making sure he was standing in an angle that his ass wasn't in the line of fire.

The Doctor noted his movement, mouth quirking at his fear. At this point she had gotten a bit of a taste of the disciplinarian role and she liked it a lot, more than she would admit to herself. Seeing him squirm was thrilling, she wondered if it was because he brought out the worst in her, or because revenge for everything he had done was just that sweet. After all, she had to admit to herself, she was not a saint, she was capable of being dark and angry and they both knew it well. Maybe he had gotten to her, but she decided she would go for it, put him in his place like he deserves.

The Master was equally scared and intrigued with her unlocking the door and dragging him outside. Worried not only about more chastisement, but whether she had guests around, since she was always mixing with those humans.

As the Doctor unlocked the door and began tugging on the leash, he was putting up resistance again. She sighed.

"What is it now, come on, let's go."

He resisted still, staring at her with a distrusting look on his face.

"Are you.. wondering if any of my companions are on board right now?"

He stayed still, but the guess was correct.

"Well, why should that matter, maybe they are, maybe they aren't, always good to be kept on your toes!"

He flinched, but seeing that this was a losing battle, submitted to getting dragged outside.

Their journey didn't turn out to be long, she took him a bit further down a hallway until there was a turn in the road. The Master was already walking forward when a tug of the leash stopped him in his tracks. The Doctor took his arm and simply guided him towards the corner, leaving him standing there facing the walls and away from the hallway.

Realizing what this is, he stepped back and turned his head to her, so tempted to just spit the soap out and tell her the choice words he has for her.

"No, turn around, keep your nose in that corner young man!"

She watched him make a face and turn around and had to stifle a laugh while he wasn't looking. She was sure calling him 'young man' made him uncomfortable, he wasn't young in the slightest, but she found it funny and it's not like he could protest.

Soon, the Doctor had fixed the leash to the wall, using another lock. She wasn't about to leave him out of her sight and there were other security measures in place, but she didn't want him causing any damage even in the limited space he could access. The leash was long enough so that he wouldn't choke, but he couldn't go far without it stopping him.

She stepped back and watched him for a bit, he was undoubtedly furious, but stayed in the given position for a moment. However it didn't last long.

Fists clenching and unclenching, the Master grappled with the idea of staring at two walls pantsless while the Doctor beams in his mortification, until it got too much. He wouldn't stand for this.

He turned to the side, spitting the soap bar onto the floor.

"Fuck this!" he shouted, wiping his drool covered chin, "you cannot expect me to stand here for no fucking reason, I'm already inprisoned, remember?! I stay in my cell all day not going anywhere, I won't play along with your sick games!"

He stood still chained to the wall, chest heaving. It felt good to say it all, even if she did have the upper hand.

The Doctor stared back impassively, hands crossed on her chest.

"So, you're going to directly disobey both of the simple orders that I gave you," she paused, letting him feel her terrifying calmness in the face of his outburst, "do you remember what that means?"

There was no answer, but his eyes betrayed his fear. Now he certainly did remember and his heart was sinking to his stomach, the Doctor was in a state right now, he could expect anything from her, even to beat him again on already damaged skin. His unease must be obvious to her, he had sabotaged himself again.

"Tsk, a shame, isn't it, but if that's what you prefer," she shrugged, starting to walk toward him.

He flinched back, but she went for the end of the leash that was fixed to the wall. She undid it quickly and once it was free, she pulled, much more aggressively than she did before.

She was stomping down the hallway, him having to almost run to keep up and stop himself from getting choked by the collar, which she was less than delicate about tugging him by.

Finally, they reached her destination and the Master was given a moment to catch his breath from the violent grip of the collar. He barely noticed it at first, but then froze, catching his reflection on a large mirror on the wall. He looked as messy and miserable as before, but now being pantless and panting after getting dragged by a leash, he felt animal-like. That's what she was reducing him to now, a wounded whimpering beast, he shivered.

"Now here we are! The storage room!" she announced.

"You were a bit bored back there, weren't you?" she looked back at him, "well, I have an activity just for you!"

She drew her sonic and pointed it at the door in front of them. Inside, was a large space, filled with shelves and boxes and whatnot. Knowing how massive the Tardis was on the inside, there must be rooms the Doctor may have never visited before or abandoned for ages, and that's what it looked like, with dust covering all surfaces in sight.

"Ugh, not big on cleaning, are you?"

She cast a glare at him and he cowered, he had no place to be snarky, knowing the vindictive mood she was in.

"You remember what I said, get searching. I have a rattan cane put somewhere… here," she pointed to a section of shelves stacked with boxes, "Got it as a souvenir once, stashed away thinking there's no everyday use for it. But living with you has proved that wrong as you know."

"...Are you joking? This place is a mess, how do you know it's there?"

"I have a system."

"Well, clearly it's not good enough if you need me to sort through it," the Master crossed his arms, huffing.

The Doctor paused, slightly astonished by his backtalking, since he was well aware of the punishment that awaited him.

"...I do believe you are bratting right now,"

"What?"

"Cut it out Master, I fail to see any way this stubbornness would help you."

"It's not.. "bratting", I see you've chosen to intimidate me with brute violence today, but this.. needle in a haystack task to find an object for you to beat me with? This is plainly ridiculous, what if I refuse to play into it? Who says I'll dance to your every whim even if you hit me to make me comply!"

She yanked the leash harshly and he tripped toward her, hands grabbing at the collar, as she forced him to look at her

"Then I'll probably come up with something nasty, do you think i wouldn't? Now, get to it. Don't try anything funny or go where you're not supposed to. It's not like you'll be able to do so, but it's always best to remind you. I know you've had your fun with your little remarks, but, be sure to remember that I'm making you find a cane, whether you find it or not, you'll be sorry, or even sorrier, depending on what you decide to do."

He stayed quiet, scowling at her.

"I said, get to it, Now." she snarled, raising her voice slightly.

He cowered, turning to the shelf she had pointed him to. He felt disgusted with himself, but he had no control over the situation. Not really knowing where to start, he settled for the bottom row of the nearest shelf. He grimaced, lowering himself on his knees on the cold dusty floor.

"Hurry up."

"Ok, I'm doing it!" he flinched, going to grab a box and pulling it out to see inside.

She watched him begrudgingly rustle through her stacks of belongings. She felt confident over the situation, knowing there weren't any weapons there that he might accidentally get a hold of. She doubted that he would at the moment, but if he did decide to get violent, she could take him down, either with her own force, or the stun gun she took for good measure, in any case, the Tardis wouldn't let him out of the room, so he wouldn't get far.

Currently, he was obviously peeved, handling the boxes quite roughly, hopefully there weren't any fragile objects in there. He was going at a fairly fast pace, perhaps his indignity fueled him, expecting that he wouldn't find what she had requested any time soon anyway in all the clutter. Maybe he expected to go through all the shelves then go "See, I told you!" when the search turns out to be fruitless.

So, when he froze and the rustling of old trinkets stopped, she smirked to herself, her organization skills may have not been as bad as he had thought.

"Well? The search has concluded?"

When the Master's eyes laid upon the long thin implement, his heart sank. In his anger over having to sort through her hoarder piles, he had almost forgotten what was awaiting him. For a second he considered concealing it from her view and carrying on as if he hadn't seen it, but the sudden stopping in his tracks may have already made him look suspicious.

"..No?" he lied, trying to play it off, but felt sick, hearing her footsteps approach him.

"Are you sure? What was in there?" she pointed to the box he had tried to inconspicuously push aside.

"Old rags or something."

"Then open it."

"Doctor, are you seriously-"

"Open it then."

His hearts were pounding, he hated her so much for putting him through this humiliation, but he was also scared of her. Her catching him in a childish lie would not play well in his favour, he knew that.

He had sealed his fate, there wasn't much he could do. Reluctantly, he pulled it closer and lifted the lids of the box.

"Oh, see! I'm surprised you wouldn't recognize what a cane looks like! But don't worry, you're about to learn a lot about canes today. Hand it to me."

Of course he had to hand it to her, she can't bend down and pick it up herself, he has to go through a charade first.

Steeling his nerves, he took it in his hand and rose up from his knees, feebly holding it out to her.

"Brilliant, so you can follow some instructions after all!"

She spotted an old piece of furniture on the other side of the room, a wooden backed chair, yes, that would do.

"Go and bring that chair here," she pointed to a spot on the floor with the cane.

Jaw tense, a lump in his throat, he went and dragged the chair back to her, almost feeling as if he was moving on auto-pilot.

"Bend over the back."

It was just the right height for him to comfortably drape himself over it, bracing his hands on the seat. She pushed his shirt further up his back, though there was no real need for it, as he submissively allowed her to do so.

Inside, he was shaking, heart pounding, tears biting at his eyes. It was so unfair, so frustrating, so mortifying and he just didn't want more pain, it would hurt like a bitch, he knew it would!

The Doctor tapped the cane lightly against his thighs, as if taking aim, driving him insane.

"Doctor..," he choked out, she had drawn it back, any moment the cane was about to strike him, "p-please don't."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I'm .. sorry," tears were dripping from his eyes, but he couldn't care less in the state he was in.

"Hmmmm, are you saying that if you were to do it again, you would do your timeout without throwing a tantrum over it?"

"...Yes," he didn't bother arguing over the wording she used, even if he didn't like it one bit.

Silence, she let him linger in the uncertainty for a couple of long, long seconds.

"Okay," she said, "In my generosity, I'll give you a second chance on that."

He almost didn't believe her at first, then sighed the biggest breath of relief, some tension finally leaving his body. But, as he started to get up, sheput a hand on his back.

"When did I say you can get out of position?"

He put his hands right back down at her curt command.

"Your mouthing off and disobedience over me asking you to do a simple task is a different matter."

His jaw fell open, heart sinking anew at the realization that he was not off the hook just yet.

"ARGHH, FUCK, GOD-"

Three lashes fell on his lower buttocks and thighs, it took unimaginable willpower to stay glued to the chair instead of jumping up. He stomped his foot with vigor, letting the yells and curses out of his system, as the potent burn of the strokes settled in his flesh.

"That will do, I hope," she commented in a deeply irritating elated tone, as if she hadn't just slashed at his skin with all the power she had in her body, or at least that's what it felt like, "you can stand."

In shock from the pain, he felt out of breath and disorientated. God, that sucked, he thought, straightening himself, not resisting the urge to immediately feel the welts she had left on him.

There was a little smile on her face as she flexed the cane in her hands. This was definitely a useful instrument, especially if she was going to keep him around.

"Let's get back to what we started then!"

About an hour later, he was finally back in his room, he didn't think it was possible to miss returning to it, but here he was. He was in the bathroom, showered and brushing his teeth, fully getting rid of that soap taste. He hadn't followed her instruction on that either, so this part of the punishment had to be repeated as well.

It had been an exhausting day, he wanted nothing more than to crash and sleep for the next, maybe, ten centuries. Sadly, he may not have an opportunity to do that, not with her in charge. In response to him stating boredom, she was apparently going to arrange more maintenance tasks for him to complete, fun! Especially knowing the security measures he'll have applied to him, and the threat of that cane. She had now also hung up in front of the door of his cell where he could see it through the window to taunt him. She was gracious enough to let him rest for a bit, but informed him in the following week he would receive more of that just as maintenance. Her with her cruel and unusual punishments, he shuddered, trying not to think about it, as he was still very much noticeably sore from the day's beatings.

As he settled in to hopefully get a good night's rest sleeping on his stomach, he remembered about the matches he had mentioned earlier. He felt around, and it seemed like they were still hidden in the mattress. He smirked to himself, relishing in the feeling of rebellion, despite it all, he managed to sneak something past her. It was a little adrenaline rush, both the danger it presented to him and the possibility he could do something naughty with them, but he let them be. Who knows if she would find out. She had certainly upped the ante and he had to play it safe, but no matter how much she breaks him down, he'll never lose the mischievous sparkle that makes him the person who he is.