Authors Note:
By the way, the disease mentioned in this chapter, both the name and the symptoms, were randomly made up, to make it clear that I wasn't accidentally trying to make it resemble something from real life or the Doctor Who universe. Basically nothing about it is meant to be realistic, It's just there for the convenience of the plot.
So yes, this is more of tiny Master getting in trouble, hope you enjoy! 💜💜
It had been around fifteen minutes of the Master fidgeting on his own, waiting for the Doctor to finally tell him that the TCE was ready. He had tried to leave her alone, but there was nothing for him to do! How long can she take, he can't be blamed for getting a bit mad.
He walked back from behind a pile of books he had been sitting by to see what she was doing.
"We could try seeing if it works soon," the Doctor said, "by the way, what were you doing on that planet anyway?"
"None of your business."
"How did you shrink yourself in the first place?" she asked, some suspicion in her voice.
"None of your business!"
"Hmm, no, I think it is, since I am helping you after all. If you were doing something malicious or hurting people, I'm not actually sure I should help you."
"Doctor, for fuck's sake!" he sounded exasperated, "Not with your lectures right now, please, can we just get this over with, I can take it from here."
He went toward the TCE, but she grabbed it, holding it out of his reach.
"Ah ah, I don't think so," she put the TCE in her pocket and crossed her arms, "I don't like this attitude, what are you hiding?"
He did not like where this was going. He had really hoped she would just help him so he can get his height back and be on his way, but he should've known there would be a catch with the Doctor. Maybe he made a mistake calling her in the first place, to be fair he was desperate at that moment and maybe needed to get off that planet for his own safety, but being vulnerable with her was not much better. Ok, maybe he should've also forced himself to be nicer to her to begin with, but he was not that desperate yet. Still, if she hit him earlier just for being rude, he didn't know what she would do if she knew what he was doing on that planet. It wasn't even anything that special, just some murder and terrorism, but the Doctor always takes those things so seriously.
"Master."
"Stop interrogating me!" the Master got more and more riled up in his defensiveness, "I'm so tired of you being paranoid, just get on with it already!"
To emphasize, in his anger he kicked something near the edge of the table. The object fell to the ground with a clatter, and the Master froze, realizing he had kicked the Doctor's beloved sonic.
The Doctor knit her brow, looking down at the sonic, then at him. He turned to run, but there was nowhere for him to go, her hand closed around his body and he was lifted in the air. She took a half full glass of water from the other end of the table, dropped him into it and held it up to her face.
"Ughh," he grimaced, as his clothes got soaked from the waist down.
"You are not going anywhere until you confess about what you were up to."
He was trapped and screwed. No matter what he said she won't believe that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Ok, it was true, but she still should at least give him the benefit of the doubt!
"Uhh..." he hesitated, shifting around in the water, "Doctor, seriously I-"
The Master interrupted his sentence by coughing, it was a deep, painful cough. He didn't stop, coughing again and again, his body being racked by the cough attack.
"Alright, enough, I said you're not going anywhere, you can keep the charades for yourself."
"No, I-" he tried speaking, but the coughing continued. Wheezing, he tried to calm down, and noticed his arms starting to itch, scratching at them. A rash had formed on his hands and wrists, he saw, pushing up his sleeve.
"Doctor, I'm not pretending!" he finally stopped coughing, "I don't know what's happening!"
"Huh," the Doctor observed him, "well, we can always check."
She picked the sonic up from the ground and pointed it at him for a scan.
"Oh," she read the results, "I guess you weren't pretending, you have a type of Lutchet Flu, luckily, it's not airborne, so it won't affect me. Sudden changes of temperature bring out it's symptoms quickly, which is why they started appearing right now it seems."
"Well then get me out of this water already!"
"But while you have it, we won't be able to unshrink you. It would be dangerous and maybe impossible to have your cells rapidly reshaping while your immune system is fighting against this disease."
"What!? No, no!" he hit his hands against the glass, "I can't stand being like this for any longer!"
"Well.. now I remember, I've encountered this before. You are so lucky I happen to have some of it's antidote stored in my lab."
"Okay, great! Then give it to me!"
"So demanding, no "thank you Doctor for saving my life"?"
"You're not saving my life, I'm not dying?"
"Oh alright then, I'll just leave you like this!" She put the glass on the table, pretending to walk towards the exit.
"Doctor! Ok!" he yelled, knocking on the glass, "Thank you for saving my life. Are we done with the demonstrations now?"
"You are so polite, you're welcome Master," she spoke in an exaggerated tone, turning back to him. She picked up the glass and walked out of the room, taking him to the lab.
In the lab, he was finally lifted out of the glass and had taken off his wet coat and shoes, trying to shake off some of the water while he waited for the Doctor to find the antidote. The rash and coughing were really annoying, so he had a bit of gratitude that this was something the Doctor could relieve him of soon.
She soon reappeared in his field of vision, carrying a small bottle in one hand and a… syringe, in the other.
It's not that he was scared of needles, but knowing that the Doctor would be applying it to his tiny body, made him a bit uneasy.
"Truly, it's your lucky day, I have it after all," she said, starting to fill up the syringe with the antidote liquid, "Ok, pants off, so I can give it to you."
He sputtered.
"W- wait, does it have to be applied that.. way?"
"Yes," she said, not looking up from what she was doing.
She lifted up the needle and he gulped, realizing how big it was in proportion to him, of course it was narrow as all needles are, but still. With his body being this size, the diameter of the needle would be bigger in comparison, and would presumably hurt more than a normal injection would.
"Well? I said pants off, what are you waiting for?"
"Is that really the only way," he felt his face getting hot, "does it have to be used on there?"
"Oh my god, are you really going to act like a child again? I'm doing this for you. And yes it has to be there, especially considering your current size, it's safest to apply it to the most padded body part anyway. Go on already, stop wasting time!"
Wanting to say something, but being stumped by the Doctor's imposing tone, he started complying, seeing as there was no other way. He reluctantly undid his trousers and peeled them down along with his underwear as the Doctor stared at him impatiently.
"Now, was that so hard," she turned over an empty metal mesh pencil holder and picked up the Master, laying him on it stomach down.
She had prepared an alcohol soaked piece of cotton and, holding him down steadily with one hand, dabbed his naked bottom. It was a weird invasive feeling, he knew she was just disinfecting the area but it was so humiliating, and built up his anxiety of anticipating the shot.
When she put down the cotton and picked up the syringe again, he froze, holding his breath, knowing any moment it would stab into him.
"This is like the bite of a mosquito, it won't hurt a bit."
The Doctor patronized, unsurprisingly not having an ounce of sympathy for his needle anxiety.
The tip of the needle grazed, then plunged right into his left buttock.
"Owhh! Fuck!" he couldn't suppress a yelp, it did hurt more than a normal injection and it seemed like it had hit a nerve. It hurt, bad. He hissed loudly, grimacing and openly expressing his pain, "Oh, God, was that really the smallest needle you had!?"
"Now, now," the Doctor shushed him, "Of course it was."
She lied, finishing off the injection, internally revelling in the Master's discomfort.
"There we go," the needle was removed and the Doctor put the syringe aside, "You took that so well, such a big brave boy you are!"
The Master didn't need more of her remarks to feel more infantilized than he already did, but at least they were finished. Now if only she would take his hand off of him and they could get back to fixing the TCE.
He waited, but for some reason, she was still holding him in the same position, it started to get a bit strange.
The Master looked over his shoulder at her and she was digging through her coat pockets with her other hand, seemingly having trouble finding something.
"Alright, anyway," she readdressed him, "This is the perfect time to get back to what we were talking about initially. What were you doing on that planet?"
The Master was taken aback.
"Uhh," he struggled to form a sentence, caught off guard by the inquiry, especially since he was still being held stomach down with his bare arse on display, "maybe let me stand up and then we can talk?"
"No, I don't think I will. This is the perfect position for you to talk about this in fact."
He didn't like that at all, a new feeling of dread creeping up on him.
"W- Why?" he struggled, trying to brace his hands on the edge of the pencil holder, trying to lift his body up a bit, but her hand wouldn't let him budge.
"You'll see."
"Doctor, can you stop being ominous for 5 seconds and let us move on already!"
"No, stop changing the subject," she squeezed him a little with her hand, "you're not going anywhere until you answer. Were you terrorizing people there or not?"
The Master remained silent, but the Doctor kept squeezing him harder and he started to panic.
"Doctor, are you trying to make me suffocate?! Ah! Let me up!"
She did not, squeezing him harder still.
"Were you terrorizing people there or not?"
"Ah! Ah! Okay I was!" he desperately admitted, not wanting to get his rib cage crushed, "Ok, I was, but come on, do you have to be so violent about it! You always make such a big deal out of things!"
"I see," she stopped squeezing him, but still held him in the same position, "Ironic of you to call me violent, to say the least. Well then, I see my spoon has gotten lost from my coat, oh well, I can get some help."
She turned to the door, putting her other hand by her mouth.
"Yaz! Could you help me out a bit?"
The Master froze. Spoon? Yaz? This couldn't end well for him.
"Oh, I guess she couldn't hear me, the Tardis is so vast after all," the Doctor said, "I'll just text her."
"Why is she here?"
"Why wouldn't she be? She's my companion and has her room in the Tardis, I like keeping company as you know."
"...Will she be coming here?" the Master cautiously asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes, I did just ask her to. I'm preoccupied, so I asked her to bring me a wooden spoon from the kitchen."
She was talking so casually as if all of this was normal and not horrifying to the trapped half-naked Master.
"A.. spoon," he repeated.
"Yes! Glad you're finally catching on!"
He felt stupid for allowing her to put him in this position in the first place, he should've known it would be some sort of trap. Not that he wasn't defenseless to being manhandled with their current size difference anyway.
Bitter at his misfortune, The Master started almost zoning out in his thoughts, until hearing approaching footsteps outside. That must be Yaz then.
"Hey, so, you needed a spoon?" Yaz walked in, holding a wooden spoon in her hand, looking slightly confused at the request.
"Yaz! Yes, thank you, that's just what I needed, brilliant!" the Doctor reached out her hand for Yaz to hand it to her.
"You're welcome," Yaz nodded then paused, "wait, what is that?"
She pointed at the minituarized Master, who was trying to hide his face.
"Oh, the Master, remember him?"
"Not sure I'll ever forget.. What is he doing here and why is he, like that?"
"As we know, he's not the most competent of Time Lords, shrunk himself with his own weapon and begged me to help. You know I can't resist a bit of charity work."
The Master was fuming, but bit his tongue.
"Uh, should you be helping him? Isn't he like, dangerous and violent? Also why is he half naked?"
"Had to give him a shot for a space disease he caught on the way as well, but here is also where we address the dangerous and violent part! A wooden spoon is perfect for delivering some justice to a brat who thinks he can get away with anything."
He knew she would do something fucked up like that. And in front of a human to make him feel worse, he should've known.
He groaned, still hiding his face in his hands, tensing as she tapped the spoon against his backside, also realizing his skin was still somewhat wet from earlier.
He was mentally preparing himself, just telling himself to stick it out, but then the first THWACK came from behind him.
"AHH!" he screamed, it was an intense bloom of pain right across his bottom, the spoon was just the exact size to cover the whole area in one blow. And with a spoon being small but mighty, since it packed so much sting in one point, to a tiny body that was unbearable.
His hands scrambled for purchase on the metal grid of the pencil holder. He whimpered, hanging his head in shame, realizing how harsh this beating would really be on him.
"Oh wow," Yaz commented.
"Yeah, a spoon may look unassuming, but I know how useful it can be in combat, nevermind against the bare buttocks of a brat."
"I hate you!"
"Sure you do, but you deserve every single swat you're going to get and don't even try to deny that. I suggest you strap in because we are far from done here."
He held his tongue from replying to that one, but fear had fully overtaken him. If that first blow was so bad, how was he supposed to endure the rest of them? He thought, breaking out in a cold sweat.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
She didn't give him much time to wonder, the spoon ruthlessly bounced against the tiny bottom, the freshly received injection and wet skin didn't make the experience much better. To say he would be sore afterwards would be an understatement.
He was sure his entire arse must be bruised already, every swat brought a new wave of pain, worse than the previous. So overwhelmed by that and his absolute helplessness, he broke down in tears, even the presence of a human couldn't force him to try maintaining dignity this time.
"DOCTOR- AH, OW, PH-PLEASE STOP!" he sobbed, "STOP THIS, I'll DO WHAT YOU WAH-WANT! GOD- IT HURTS!"
The Doctor shook her head at the wailing Master. It was quite a sight, a miniaturized Master flailing his tiny legs to the point of almost kicking his trousers off his legs, sobbing and yelling in a squeaky, desperate voice, getting his butt absolutely roasted by a simple spoon. It was kind of cute, as cute as the Master could be, considering that due to his misdeeds and constant rude attitude, no one felt sorry for him getting his comeuppance.
"YOU ARE SO HEARTLESS," he banged tiny fists against the metal wiring, "I HATE YOU, OWW, I HATE YOU!"
Yaz stood by, rather stunned at the spectacle. Normally, she would consider something like this to be cruel, but to be fair, the Master had tried to kill her and the Doctor, so there wasn't much sympathy in her heart for a person like him. She wasn't sure if she found this more funny or disturbing, but either way she couldn't make herself look away or deny that she enjoyed it at least a bit.
"See, Yaz," the Doctor spoke to her, completely ignoring the Master's screams, "I am against violence, but when it comes to some non-lethal correction, it's exactly what the Master needs. Trust me, I've known him for a long time. He's one of the most attention-seeking, cruel, malicious, juvenile, egotistical people I know, sometimes taking him in hand and giving him the humbling he so desperately needs is the only way to deal with his behaviour."
The Master couldn't say anything back, he was thoroughly ashamed and exhausted, his bum feeling like it had swollen thrice it's size. His body fell slack, no longer putting up the physical struggle, only silently sobbing into his arms.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, I don't care, just let me go!" he sniffed, too defeated to complain about being mocked.
"Could work on the tone, but I guess we can finish this up!" she said, slowing down the flicking of the spoon.
The Master sobbing heartily, the Doctor took her time taking aim and delivering the last, most pointed blows.
Swinging the spoon with more frevor than before, she delivered three sharp licks to the lower part of his buttocks, ensuring that his backside was absolutely ignited and let him cry it all out as she set the spoon aside.
"There, there, we are done now."
The Master stayed silent, trying to stop hyperventilating.
"...Now," she waited a bit longer until his cries slowed and he was paying attention before continuing, "About getting you back to size. I can now give you the second injection."
The Master went completely silent.
"So, I'll just get this, I don't have to refill it since the entire dose fit in one syringe due to your body being smaller and-"
"What."
"I'll give you your second injection."
"You didn't tell me there would be two."
"What difference does it make whether I told you or not?"
"You, You-," he struggled for words, so terrified to have another sharp needle jabbed into the freshly bruised, sore skin, choking back new tears, "You did this on purpose."
"Don't be dramatic, it's just an injection, you'll survive."
The Master felt his heart sinking, it wasn't over yet and there was nothing he could do about it. He let out another sob, hiding his face in his arms, and screwed his eyes shut in anticipation.
The Doctor sighed, she was just doing what he needed and what had to be done. Both the injections and the spanking. It was long coming to him, he shouldn't have expected her to put up with abuse and condone his harmful activities. If he came to her for help, there was no way he would get away with all that without any repercussions.
She swiftly pushed the needle into one of the dark, well-spanked buttcheeks, not paying mind to the pained squeak emitted from the Master as she did so. She imagined it hurt a great deal and may have hit a nerve considering the size of the needle. Her estimations were right.
The Master was biting on his hand, attempting to keep some of the sounds of distress to himself, but it was plain and there was no hiding it. He was defeated and his bum was absolutely roasted, inflamed and throbbing . She had won, and he had lost.
"All done!" she said, putting aside the needle and lifting him off the pencil holder at last.
Getting back on his feet, he braced onto the pencil holder for a moment, snivelling, trying to regain some composure. Cautiously, he let his hands feel the abused buttocks, feeling sorry for himself and his poor bottom.
Once regaining some self awareness and the presence of the Doctor and Yaz, he realized he had kicked his trousers and underwear completely off. Wanting to restore some modesty, he went to pick up the garments before the Doctor stopped him.
"I don't think you'll need those yet."
"W-," he looked terrified, "No please, I'll respect you, I learned my lesson! No more... please!"
"No, there's no more, I just don't think you'll need that for your timeout. After all, we still need to wait for the antidote to take effect."
He wanted to protest, but before he knew it, he was being shoved into a glass jar and a lid was being screwed on, securing that escape wouldn't be an option. Thankfully she poked a few holes in the lid for air, but still, he was stuck in a glass jar with nothing to do.
"It takes about an hour to take effect, we'll see what we can do then. For now, you can stay on this shelf and think about what you've done!" She put him on a shelf, almost two meters above the ground and had the audacity to put the wooden spoon right next to the glass. Mocking him, reminding him of what it had just done to him.
"Well this was an ordeal," she said, "At least now I get to have some peace and quiet, and an adorable, harmless, punished Master shelf decoration! If only we could keep you like this all the time, I'm sure a lot of people would appreciate it."
The Master rolled his eyes and watched her walk away and over to Yaz, who was staring and obviously going to talk about him. At least she was having fun, now he had to sit here doing nothing for an hour. But no, that was the cruelest part, he couldn't sit, he won't be able to for a while. He couldn't even comfortably lie down, there wasn't enough room! He kicked the wall of the jar in frustration, immediately regretting it as it hurt his foot and made a noise, moving the jar a bit, making the Doctor give him an admonishing glare across the room.
Since he had been stripped of his pants and he didn't have his coat with him, his backside was exposed the whole time too, which also was probably something she did on purpose. He didn't have any modesty, any comfort, only a throbbing bottom and a damaged dignity. He huffed, wiping his nose and settling on his fate. Leaning against the wall carefully, he pouted, mentally preparing himself for one of the most boring and uncomfortable hours of his life.