No cameras in the Intern's Lounge
Around 6 p.m. every night, the cast of Total Drama World Tour lined up in front of the plane's communal wash room for the taping of confessionals. When it was Sierra's turn, she stomped in and slammed the door shut behind her. Now encapsulated in the deceptive "privacy" of the sound proof toilet stall, Sierra let out a string of expletives and kicked the wall of the plane several times.
"I can't believe that Cody would do this to me! It turns my stomach picturing my little bunny face, shmoopy-shmoo, with the evil, ugly, rat-faced, back-stabbing slut, Heather!" Sierra bellowed into the hidden microphone behind the bathroom mirror.
"I'm voting Heather off in the next elimination round! No questions asked! The home wrecking ho is done for! Do you hear me? Finished, finito! No million dollars for her! She signed her death warrant, when she snuggled up with my squishy widdle nummy bear, Cody! I'm the president of his fan club, not HER! I memorized all of the last names of his childhood teachers, IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER! Not HER! Who spent 72 hours re-watching deleted footage of Cody getting stitches, after being mauled by a bear, on the limited edition Total Drama Island season 1 DVD—I DID! So that I could screenshot every mole his smoking hot bod, and archive them on my Total Drama gossip blog!...Ooh…he's so cute, though…I could eat him up just like that grizzly bear did. Nom, nom, NOM."
Sierra mimed chewing Cody up in her mouth, and then, giggled, for a moment, forgetting her anger. Remembering that salacious footage on the DVD extras of Total Drama Season 1, made her sigh nostalgically.
She remembered his skinny, trembling, scratched and sunburned arms; his bleeding back; his broken legs; his blurred but clearly injured tushy.
"Please…please tell me there's no one filming this!" he squealed as the medics approached, with frightening sharp instruments. His big blue eyes were blood shot and tears were rolling down his cringing face, as he bit his lower lip, exposing that adorable gap in his teeth, as he braced for more pain. This must have been the moment at which Sierra had fallen in love. She remembered rewinding the footage to hear Cody's plea for privacy again. She often fantasized about what she would have done if she had been there with him that day.
"Get that camera out of his face, you JERK!" Sierra imagined herself shout as she stepped between her injured Cody and the unscrupulous camera man, "Can't you see he's hurt and in pain? He almost DIED, you heartless monster! He deserves a private moment to CRY without the entire world judging him for it!"
Remembering the familiar old fantasy, Sierra sighed and grinned. After valiantly stepping in to defend Cody from being humiliated on international TV, she would give Cody lots of kisses, cuddles, and foot massages. She would hold his hand while he was getting his stitches, then, spoon feed him his favorite foods, and praise him for being so brave. Cody was really brave, after all, for continuing the compete for the prize money, after sustaining those terrible injuries, instead of just giving up and dropping out of the competition.
Sierra was jarred out of her fantasy, by a lot of angry knocking on the bathroom door.
"Uh, HELLO? There are other people out here who need to record our confessionals! Move it along already!"
"Ugh. Heather,"Sierra muttered hatefully as she glared at the door, having been reminded of her current vendetta, "That Cody stealing little snake! She's getting voted off next time for sure! But I could never do that to my widdle Cody-kins…I could never vote him off of the show! He deserves it for betraying me, but I could never…he's worked so hard to be here. He's come so far…"
Sierra finished recording her confessional and exited the bathroom. She watched from the other side of the plane as a couple of contestants entered the sound-proof room to express their "private" thoughts.
When they were finished, Cody shuffled into the bathroom and pushed the door shut behind him. He collapsed exhaustedly onto the toilet in front of the bugged bathroom mirror, painfully aware of all of the hidden cameras and microphones that surrounded him. As much as he didn't feel like sharing the details his personal hell with an international viewing audience, he had no choice. Participating in daily recorded confessionals was part of his contract.
"This is killing me," Cody moaned, ringing his hands together, "Sierra won't take no for an answer, she's stolen all of my underwear for her 'collection'. She's used all of my extra toothbrushes...and my hair brush She won't stop constantly touching me, even when I try to tell her to stop…she won't leave me alone. She doesn't let me talk to any of the other contestants, and when I do, she's watching everything I say. So, then, why do I feel like such an ass for trying to vote her off every week? I mean…I'm not really into her, but she had been really nice to me, and she even might have saved my life a couple of times. I don't want to hurt her feelings but…she's torturing me! I can't take it! I feel so gross when she gropes me, and uses all of those cringe-y nicknames and baby talk. But I mean…she has helped me wins some challenges…am I the jerk for just wanting her to leave me alone?"
Cody put his face in his hands and moaned, remembering his crush, Gwen, and the way he'd behaved toward her during season 1 of Total Drama Island. In hindsight, stealing Gwen's bra to sniff, and showing it off to Owen as though it were a trophy of sexual conquest, didn't seem like the coolest move. Taking a picture with Gwen while she was asleep, during Total Drama World Tour, was probably a little stalker-y too. Perhaps Sierra's relentless sexual harassment was his cosmic comeuppance for these stalker-ish incidents.
"I miss Gwen…she was really cool, and hot. I was hoping to win her over this season, but Sierra wouldn't leave me alone with her…and when I was alone with her. Well…I guess I've been kind of a jerk. It's my fault Gwen's hand got sunburned. I must have bumped her shade umbrella a little bit while I was um…well…gosh…does Gwen feel the same way about me that I feel about Sierra? Maybe I deserve this."
After confessionals, the cast of Total Drama World tour retired to their respective plane compartments. The losing team shuffled off to economy class. While Cody, Sierra, and the other members of the winning team, Team Amazon, returned to first class.
Cody retreated to one of the plush airplane seat in first class and buckled his seatbelt. There was air conditioning on this part of the plane, decent food, and safe, sanitary conditions. While Cody was relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another punishing night trying to sleep strapped to a bare, cockroach-infested board in economy class, he still felt more than a little uneasy. He didn't like the way that Sierra was silently glaring at him. Cody's heart began to pound uncomfortably in his chest, and he bit his lip nervously. Sierra was putting out all kinds of really ominous serial killer vibes.
In the background, Cody could hear Courtney and Heather bickering, as per usual. The two alpha-females were constantly at odds; constantly vying for dominance; constantly battling each other for control of the team. Having them here offered him about as much protection as being here with Sierra—the crazy, rape-y, killer, psycho girl— alone. If Sierra were to walk across the isle right now and snap his neck, neither Heather nor Courtney would notice or care. They were too wrapped up in their own drama to intervene.
"No, no, no…stay over there, stay over there," Cody whispered in a small, frightened voice as Sierra approached, still glaring daggers at him.
"There you are my widdle cutie shmoop candy pants," Sierra crooned with her usually zeal, but this time, her voice was dripping with malice as well as affection. She embraced him in an unwelcomed hug that felt more like a strangle. Cody backed away apologetically, attempting to timidly wiggle free from her grasp, but she was holding on too tightly. Her nails were digging painfully into his arm.
"Sierra, please, not so tight. You're hurting me," Cody mumbled timidly, but, as usually she ignored his passive plea.
Sierra leaned in close to his ear and whispered quietly, so that the cameras wouldn't hear: "I know…what you did."
"W-what? Sierra? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Cody protested in a panic. Maybe Sierra knew that he tried to vote her off again…and again…and again. Maybe Chris told her.
"I know what you did, Cody," Sierra accused in a furious whisper, "Alejandro showed me the picture. I know that you're…spending time with HER."
"Spending time with WHO? You're crazy. I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"Heather," Sierra hissed hatefully, "But I'll make her pay for trying to steal my precious little Cody-wody. She'll be next to go. I'm voting her off next round."
"Now I really don't know what you're talking about. Heather wouldn't date me if I was the last guy on earth," Cody informed her matter-of-factly.
"Don't try to protect her! I'm voting her off!" Sierra growled, "How could you hurt me like this Cody? Haven't I been good to you?"
"Um…"
"Wahhaaahhaaaa…Cooody," Sierra blubbered into Cody's chest. He could feel her tears moisten the front of his shirt.
"Uh…don't cry, Sierra…please," Cody pleaded uncomfortably.
"I should vote you off you dirty cheater," Sierra whispered ominously, her face still dripping with angry tears, "And after she finds out what a dirty cheater you are, Courtney will side with me and vote you off too. And Heather will probably vote you off. Because she has no loyalty—to anyone. She'll see you as a threat because you're a fan favorite, and she's soo NOT. If it comes down to a vote of popularity. She'll lose to you. She knows it."
"What…do you really think Heather and Courtney will vote me off?" Cody interjected, sounding a little worried, despite himself. He glanced over at Heather and Courtney, who were still loudly bickering with each other, completely oblivious to Cody and Sierra's existence, "But they HATE each other. Surely, they'll vote to kick each other off?"
"Yeah, well, that's all an act to give you a false sense of security," Sierra lied quickly, "I heard them saying that they're both going to vote for YOU next time, and then team up to make it to the final 3. That means…if I vote with them, then you're GONE, hot stuff!"
As much as Cody hated to admit it, Sierra's threat to vote him off of the show had him a little bit worried. During his career as a Total Drama contestant, he'd gone through a lot to win that million dollar prize. Injuries, public humiliation, hunger, unsanitary conditions, sleepless nights, and potentially life-threatening stunts were a constant threat/daily routine, while being a competitor on the show. The whole experience of being on Total Drama was so physically and emotionally taxing, that Cody never, ever dared dreamed he had it in him to ever make it this far. But…what once seemed impossible, was now almost within reach. And, now, with only a handful of contestants left, Cody was closer to that million dollar reward than ever before.
"One more vote is all they need, and you're finished next elimination round," Sierra whispered threateningly into Cody's ear. He gulped and recoiled reflexively, as he felt her hot breath against his neck. She nibbled playfully on his earlobe, and he went totally still—his heart beat so fast that ached in his chest. Despite Cody's clear lack of enjoyment, Sierra continued her playful ear-nibbling for an uncomfortable length of time. She never bit hard enough to cause pain, but the threat of pain was ever-present. Cody half expected Sierra to rip his ear off with her crazy teeth and swallow it whole—but this never happened. There was no pain, just the threat of pain, and her threatening hot breath against the side of his quivering neck. The interns had their cameras pointed at Heather and Courtney's spat. Apparently no one present found Cody's ear being violated by this psychopath interesting enough to film.
Cody glanced over at the pair of filming interns with large, pleading eyes, hoping that one of them might turn their camera on him, and prompt Sierra to relent. But both camera men had their eyes glued to the loud, aggressive catfight, between the two alpha-females of Team Amazon. Neither one of them seemed to care that Cody and Sierra were alive. Of course, this might have been because Sierra was groping Cody constantly. The camera crew had probably gathered enough B-roll of her unwanted bad touches to last them at least 6 episodes by now. To the untrained eye, there was nothing uniquely sinister about this particular bad touch. But Cody knew better. There was something about the unsettling anger with which she was currently sucking on his neck that put him on edge.
"You're sweet like a sweet, squishy salt water taffy, my squishy widdle honey muffin," Sierra whispered quietly in his ear between bouts of aggressively sucking and slurping his neck; leaving a trail of prominent red hickies.
"Uh…t-thank you?" Cody stuttered in reply. He felt like doing a face palm, after responding so stupidly, but she was hugging him so tightly now that his arms were pinned to his sides. She was bigger than him, and surprisingly strong, for a girl. The more he tried to wriggle free the tighter her embrace bound him to the plush first-class, airplane seat.
"Future wife-ies and hubbies should forgive each other," Sierra crooned, kissing his face a few times and running her fingers through his short, brown hair, "But I'm still mad at you."
"But I didn't—" Cody protested lamely. The truth was that he wasn't even interested in Heather. If he was going to cheat on Sierra with anyone, it would have been Gwen, and Gwen was gone, voted off the show; likely watching him on prime time right now, and laughing her ass of at his expense.
"Sh. Don't lie to me," Sierra whispered dismissively. She was sitting on his lap now, and the weight of her body had him pinned thoroughly in place. She was like a python tightening around his neck, impossible to dislodge, "Photographs don't lie. But I'm sure she manipulated you like the nasty snake that she is. It's not your fault you fell for her tricks, my sweet, precious, soft-headed widdle bunny buns."
"So…does that mean you won't vote me off?" Cody inquired with a cautious, pleading simper that exposed the awkward gap in his teeth.
"Hmm…it's what you deserve for braking my heart like that," Sierra muttered with a dangerous yet wounded scowl that threatened some form of retaliation, "But…no, if say you're sorry, and really mean it, I don't think I'll vote you off…though I do think…hehe he…that some kind of penalty is in order."
"Uh…w-what?" Cody stammered fearfully. That deranged smirk on Sierra's face broadened, and he knew he was doomed. He had to agree to whatever ridiculous (likely sexual) thing that she was about to ask him for or he would surely be voted off. And he couldn't let that happen now, not with the million dollar prize dangling just in front of him, so unbelievably close that he could almost smell it.
Sierra nuzzled her face against Cody's chest, slipped her hands under his pants and gave his butt a little playful pinch. Cody made a small noise in his throat and blushed, recoiling uncomfortably. She put her mouth close to his ear again, and whispered: "Did you know…there's no cameras in the intern's lounge? We could sneak in there and….he he he he…have a little private fun."
"I don't think it's possible to do anything privately on the set of a Total Drama series," Cody replied nervously still blushing hard. His face was still totally red, and Sierra' hands were still down his pants, cupping his quivering butt cheeks possessively.
"Come with me to the intern's lounge. It's usually unlocked and deserted at this time of day," Sierra whispered quietly, so that the cameras wouldn't hear.
"That sounds…strangely suspicious. Almost like a trap that Chris set for us to catch us fooling around on camera," Cody reasoned cautiously, but that deranged grin on Sierra's face was unflinching. She didn't seem at all dissuaded.
"No, there's really no camera's. It's on the part of the plane where the camera crew and staff live. Very behind scenes, nothing of interest to film there," Sierra assured him.
Yeah, except for whatever heinous thing you're about to do to me, Cody thought privately. But he didn't dare express the thought out loud. If he said no, it might make her angry again, and she might decide to vote him off. No, if he wanted to stay in the game, he had to pretend like he was into this. He had to pretend like he was into her.
"Come with me to the intern's lounge," Sierra instructed again, brushing a strand of his brown hair behind one blushing ear, "You naughty bunny."
"Oh…wow that sounds…haha…," Cody attempted a fake laugh and it caught awkwardly in his throat, "…Dangerous."
Cody bit his lip nervously, the way that he often did when he was stressed. Sierra traced the line of his exposed gap teeth with her index finger and signed with hopeless infatuation, "You're so cute when you're scared, bunny face. I forgive you, cutie booty butter buns."
Sierra kissed him on the mouth again. Then, without warning, her face turned mean and she hissed in his ear with a surprising and deeply unsettling venom, "But touch Heather again, and you'll be very sorry."
Sierra stood up. Cautiously, Cody unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up as well. The camera crew was still focused on Heather and Courtney's feud, which had, by this point, devolved into a shouting match. Sierra grabbed Cody by the wrist and tugged him in the direction of a nearby door. They exited into a narrow hallway, turned left, and entered the intern's longue through an unlocked door that was slightly a jar. Here, there was a torn couch, an abandoned cart filled with snacks, and not much else. Calling this a longue was pretty liberal use of the word "longue."
"Well, it's not the lavish commode of our super glamorous hot and sexy host, Chris, but it'll do for our purposes," Sierra said.
Cody suppressed an involuntary groan when Sierra insisted, as always, on calling Chris "hot" and "sexy." There was nothing "hot" or "sexy" about that washed up, middle-aged TV personality who reveled so much in their collective misery.
Before Cody knew what was happening, Sierra had him pinned to the couch. His heart pounded, and his face went totally red, as her eyes locked on his for a moment. She climbed on top of him and started kissing his neck and chest. He felt cornered, like a salmon in the jaws of a bear. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip nervously, as he felt her lift his shirt and kiss his navel again and again, tracing the faint patchwork of thin, curved scars (left by the jaws of the grizzly that had mauled him in season 1) with the tip of her tongue.
Her mouth moved toward his bellybutton. Her feverish hands shot down to the button of his fly. Cody gasped awkwardly as he felt his sausage stiffen in response to this unwanted stimuli.
So what if Sierra is the creepiest, most annoying girl that I've ever met? So what if she's constantly torturing me? If she's so hell bent on punching my v-card, then why shouldn't I let her, Cody thought as Sierra undid the zipper of his pants with her teeth. In the next instant, Sierra's hands were on Cody's crotch and all rational thoughts were swept clean from his mind.
Cody shut his eyes and imagined that he was being groped by Gwen instead of Sierra. He imagined Gwen's delicate pale fingers cupping, stroking, and teasing. The sensation was pleasant, but also strangely torturous, always promising a satisfaction that never came. The fingers pulled away and the pleasant feeling receded with it. He gasped in an undignified way, that pleaded, without words, for her to continue. The hand returned to lightly brush and tickle. He sighed with relief, then, made an involuntary sound in his throat as the fingers tightened around his shaft and began furiously pumping.
"Heehee hee…Coody…"
"Mnghn…Gwen!" Cody gasped in response, with a mindless, dignity-forgotten squeal of pleasure.
The smile slid off of Sierra's face, and was replaced by an angry glower.
"WHAT…did you just call me?" Sierra growled taking her hands off of Cody's dick, grabbing him by both of his shoulders, and shaking him.
"S-sierra! I called you, Sierra!" Cody lied quickly. She continued to glare at him. He cowered under her tall shadow and flashed her an apologetic simper.
"First Heather, and now, Gwen!" Sierra shouted wounded-ly, then, she began to hyperventilate. "Is. There. Any. Girl. Here. That. You. DON'T WANT TO SLEEP WITH!"
"Sierra—Please—I—"
"Yeah, blah blah blah, I don't want to hear it, Mr. Cheaty Pants! I should vote your sexy, womanizing butt off of the show!"
"Sierra—NO! Please—I promise that—"
"You can plead all you want, mister! Next elimination round, we're voting you off the show! You can kiss that million dollars BUH-BYE!"
Hearing this, Cody could not help but think all of the ridiculous, painful, and humiliating trails that he had endured in order to get to this point. A montage of unpleasant memories assaulted him with vivid relentlessness: getting his face farted on by Owen, being kissed by a dude on national TV, being made to dress up in silly costumes and sing and dance like a monkey, swallowing a mouth-full of camel crap, and finally, getting his wheel chair dunked in the water, after a vicious bear attack rendered him temporarily crippled.
"Take care, Cody!" he Remembered Beth call to him sweetly. Then, she kissed him on the cheek and his wheel chair rolled right off of the dock, and into the water. He remembered the sensation of drowning; the salt water stinging his fresh wounds. A few moments later, couple of interns pulled his broken body out of the ocean, performed mouth to mouth resuscitation, and pumped the water out of his lungs. They wrapped him in towels and carried him off to The Boat of Losers, crying like a baby, and covered in filthy, soggy waterlogged bandages. That day, Cody swore to himself that he would never, ever come back to Total Drama. Not under any circumstance. And yet, here he was, back again; so close to the million dollar prize that it no longer felt like an impossible dream.
"Please, Sierra, I'm sorry! Don't vote me off! Please! I'm begging you!" Cody pleaded desperately, but that furious look on Sierra's face remained in place. He never thought he'd miss her embarrassing pet names and incessant baby talk, but now he was hoping for more of it, waiting for her to soften again, with baited breath, so that he would know that he was safe from being booted off of Total Drama.
"Hhmmm..weeeellll…I really should vote you off, Cody. You deserve it for being such a bad boyfriend."
"Please, please, I'm sorry. Please don't vote me off uh…honey bear?" Cody forced a cheesy nickname with palpable anguish; hoping to win her back over.
There was a moment or two of uncomfortable silence, during which, Cody fretted about whether or not Sierra would fall for his desperate ploy.
Sierra giggled in an unsettling enamored way. Then squealed:
"D'aaaawww, I could never stay mad at you my cuddly wuddly Cody cakes!"
"Oh…so, you forgive me, then? You won't vote me off?" Cody asked with a nervous, cautious smile.
"Weeell…maybe I won't vote you off," Sierra teased, embracing him in an uncomfortable strangle of a hug, and kissing him on the cheek a few times, "But I will give you spankies."
Hearing this, Cody blushed and protested timidly: "Sierra—no—please I don't want—"
"The choice is yours Cody, take your spankies or get voted off the show!" Sierra threatened, locking her eyes on his. Despite her playful tone, that dangerous look on her face made it very clear that she intended this as an ultimatum.
Cody gulped. As much as he hated the idea of a girl who wasn't Gwen getting overly familiar with his butt, he knew he couldn't say no, not when he was so close to making it all the way to the final 3. If he gave up on winning the million now, then all of his suffering—the scrapes, the injuries, the bruises, the near-fatal bear attack, the sleepless nights spent hunched over a filthy communal toilet, up-chucking Chief's famous toe nail and fish bladder gruel—all of it—would have been for nothing.
Cody didn't stare down the rectum of a flatulent camel, or get publically shamed for wetting himself twice on international television—to give up now.
"It's time for spankies, naughty Cody," Sierra crooned with an aroused little giggle, "Now this might seem harsh, but you earned this punishiment for flirting so much with other girls. I don't want to do it…but you've left me no choice. I have to teach you a lesson."
Cody made a small nervous noise in his throat, his eyes got big, and he backed away.
She can't be serious, he thought. This person is insane. This can't be real.
"Now bend over my lap, Cody, so that I can smack your naughty little bra-stealing tushy," Sierra said, sitting down on the torn coach and patting her thigh as a way of inviting him to bend over her knee.
Oh my God. This is really happening. She's really going to force me to do this to stay in the game.
"Now, Cody," Sierra demanded harshly, and the unexpected roughness in her voice cause Cody to flinch involuntarily, then, straighten up.
"F-fine. I'm not afraid of your spankies," Cody muttered to himself, as he attempted to calm his own furiously pounding heart. "…A bear used my butt as a chew toy. I ate porridge with public hair in it, for crying out loud This'll be easy."
Cody was certainly no stranger to talking punishment, and, on a logical level, he knew that getting his butt slapped a few times couldn't be one 100th as painful as getting his butt impaled by grizzly fangs then stitched back together. If he could survive 8 weeks of grueling recovery, during which his body was so thoroughly broken that he couldn't move an inch without squealing in agony, then, surely, he could endure a spanking with his dignity intact.
Cody tried to calm himself down with this thought, again and again, but, on an emotional level, his furiously pumping heart didn't want to see reason. There was no way he could come out of this looking tough. It was too blatantly obvious from the get go that he was a mess.
"I'm waiting."
Cody's entire face went bright red, and suddenly, he felt naked in front of a crowd. He bit his lip and reminded himself, with determination, that there were no cameras in this room. This was just another trail to endure, and, for once, he might be able to get through it without being made to look like an absolute fucking fool on international TV.
"If I do this, and say I'm sorry. You won't vote me off, right?" Cody asked timidly. He was trying to be cool about this; trying to hide the fear and embarrassment in his voice, but the performance was unconvincing. It didn't help that his face was still completely red and he couldn't look at her.
"Take your punishment, baby, and all is forgiven," Sierra assured him with a sadistic little infatuated smirk. She knew she had him right where she wanted him; cornered, ensnared in the fibers of her web; completely at her mercy.
Cody took a deep breath, shut his eyes and said in a small voice:
"Ok, I'll do it."
He walked over to her and bent over her lap cautiously, feeling extremely self-conscious as he did so. He was painfully aware of his vulnerable elevated butt in this position, but he didn't want to look like a wimp, so he tried to pretend like this wasn't scared, even though he was inwardly freaking out.
Cody sighed and said, in a nervous voice that was trying way too hard to sound cool: "I'm sorry, ok? Spank away, sister. Teach me a lesson."
Sierra hooked her index finger under the waist band on Cody's pants, and barred his rump in one swift, abrupt motion. Cody arched his back and whimpered, painfully aware of the elastic band of his underpants pressed up against the underside of his exposed cheeks. The cool air on his backside made him shiver. If she let him up right now without doing anything, he would still feel like he'd been punished. Being ogled by her in this position was a punishment in itself.
Sierra raised her hand and brought it down fast, delivering a sharp swat. A loud, smacking noise echoed throughout the room. Cody whimpered nervously. The slap didn't hurt that much, but it was pretty loud. What if somebody heard it? What if somebody was about to walk into the room and see him like this?
Sierra gave Cody a few more smacks with her open hand. Again, they didn't hurt that much, they just left a mild sting for a moment, then, faded to nothing. They sensation was almost pleasant. It crossed Cody's mind that if he shut his eyes for a moment, and pretended like Gwen was doing this, the experience might be kind of fun.
But Cody knew better than to fall into that trap again. If he let himself succumb to another fantasy about Gwen actually giving a crap that he was alive, then he might slip up again and say her name. And if he Cried out Gwen's name, while he was bent over Sierra's lap like this, then he might find himself getting spanked with a tire iron.
The last thing he needed was to be sent home for being useless in challenges due to a shattered pelvis. So, he resisted the temptation to imagine that Sierra was Gwen again. Instead, he focused on the sting of each open-handed swat, feeling embarrassed but also, strangely and unexpectedly aroused. He calmed down a bit. Maybe this would be over fast. Maybe this would be easy; just a couple of love taps, a hug, a pat on the head, more kisses, dumb nick-names and baby talk, and then, one step closer to that million dollars.
"Agh! OWW!" Cody cried out in pain kicking his legs and arching his back as something heavy and painful connected with his backside. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Sierra had picked up a large wooden hairbrush, and given him a good, hard whack with the flat of it. The implement hurt more than her hand, and left a more lasting sting. Cody's butt was getting pink from the repeated smacks, and it was more sensitive to being struck in this state. The hairbrush, hurt a lot more than Sierra's open hand, and the level of pain it introduced was decidedly unpleasant. Cody's heart started to thump again. He felt frightened and wounded like a naughty child. Sierra whacked his backside with the flat of the hairbrush a second time and he let out a little surprised, yelp of pain.
"Think about how much your tushy is hurting right now the next time you want to make a move on Heather or Gwen," Sierra said giving Cody six or seven hard smacks with the flat of the hairbrush, so that his pink cheeks slowly shifted to red, "Stealing bras is very naughty! Cheating on your girlfriend is very naughty!"
I never agreed to be your boyfriend, you deranged psychopath, Cody thought bitterly, but he didn't dare say the words out loud.
"Flirting with every girl is very naughty! You've been a naughty, naughty boy, Cody!" Sierra accused passionately, as she paddled Cody with the flat of the hair brush, causing him to jerk his legs and make meek little owie noises under his breath. The mild sting in his butt was more of a burn now, and he didn't like it anymore. He wanted it to stop before it got a lot worse.
Sierra spanked Cody's warm, red backside with the flat of the hairbrush, for a few minutes, and the pain got worse. Cody found himself crying out involuntarily when he was struck, clenching his butt cheeks and biting his lip, as each new jolt of pain was delivered with a merciless rapidity.
"Ow! OWW! AGH! Owwhhh!" Cody cried out indignantly, with some difficulty, resisting the urge to put his hands over his butt and get his fingers whacked, "P…please…please don't hit me anymore. I learned my lesson. I promise I'll be good from now on!"
"Uh, uh, uh," Sierra chided, wagging her finger at him, rather obnoxiously, "I'll decide when you've had enough owies. Your punishment is over when I say it's over, got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Cody replied in small, mortified voice. He shut his eyes and bit his lip as he suffered another barrage of severe smacks, that left his butt sore, red, and smarting. There was no question about it, after this, he was going to have to compete in challenges, while secretly nursing a stingy hurt bottom.
Just think about the million dollars, just think about the million dollars, Cody attempted to comfort himself, over and over again, as the cruel pain in his punished butt continued to increase in severity. You can buy a dirt bike, and a mansion in Hollywood, and ass cream. So much ass cream. Ow. Ow. I want to go home. Where it's safe. I want my Mommy. I want my Mommy.
Tears welled up in the corners of Cody's eyes and rolled down his face, as he thought of his mother. He pictured her greet him with a warm hug, and give him a warm slice of apple pie with a scoop of ice cream as a welcome home present.
Ow. Ow. Ow. No. Stop it. Don't give up. You can't go home now. Think about the million dollars. Think about the million dollars…you can buy a Rolex, and Mercedes, and a hot tub…and fill it with ice.
Cody sobbed loudly and more tears spilled down his face. The pain in his rump was severe now, so severe that he'd forgotten his embarrassment. The tears kept flowing, as he blubbered woefully. Taking a spanking wasn't as easy as he hoped it would be. Though, getting severely spanked wouldn't leave lasting scars (like the jaws of that hungry bear), it still really hurt, and the pain felt like it would really last. It felt like his butt was going to hurt from this for a long time, probably days. Cody started to despair as he thought about how his smarting backside might affect his performance in future challenges. There was likely going to be more running, more stunts, and plenty of opportunities to get knocked on his wounded rump a few times.
"Wahaahaaa….waahaaa…," Cody blubbered, covering his face with his arms and sobbing with child-like abandon.
Sierra put the hairbrush down and started petting Cody's quivering red bottom. His soft cheeks were hot to the touch. She felt his body shift on her lap as he hitched a sob, then, put his face down on the couch and continued loudly blubbering.
"Shhh…don't cry now…your punishment's over, bunny muffin. No more spankies, ok?"
"It h-hurts…," Cody sniffled. He didn't like the way she kept petting his wounded backside (like she wasn't responsible for the injury). He wanted to pull his pants up and tell Sierra to take her hands the hell off of him, but if he did that, he it might make her angry again. If he did that, he would be right back where he started, on his knees, completely at her mercy—begging her not to vote him off of the show, "Owwowow…"
"Shh…it's not so bad. Just a little red is all," Sierra crooned softly, patting his warm bottom gently. She rubbed his shoulders a little bit, then, stroked his hair a few times, "Since you were a good boy and took your spankies without complaining too much, I'll give you some rubbies, so that your cute widdle booty isn't too sore the next day…I read somewhere that that's a thing."
"But it's over, right? You're not going to h-hit me anymore?" Cody sniffled. It crossed his mind to ask her if he could skip the rubs and just leave, but he found that he lacked the courage to risk enraging her again.
"No, Cody, I think you learned your lesson," Sierra said, tucking a strand of his brown hair behind one of his ears lovingly, "You're not going to embarrass me by flirting with other girl anymore, are you? Because, if you do, then, as much as this hurts me, you might need to be taught another lesson."
"No…I learned my lesson. I promise. I'll be good from now on," Cody said quickly.
"Good Cody," Sierra praised him patronizingly, in the tone that one usually uses to praise a dog. She put her hands on his warm bottom and started rubbing his stinging cheeks, with a gentile circular motion. Cody bit his lip and whimpered nervously, but the touch wasn't painful, like he was expecting. Instead, it eased the hot, sore, burning sensation in his glowing butt cheeks slightly.
Sierra rubbed Cody's bottom for awhile, enjoying the soft, squishy texture of his heated globes. He whimpered a little bit, but was otherwise silent as she gently worked his gluts. She noted the faint scaring, left from the grizzly's fangs, on his reddened cheeks, and sighed infatuatedly. This guy didn't give up easy, did he? What a trooper.
Cody moaned a little bit and shut his eyes as he let Sierra give his achy butt a thorough massage. She rubbed his backside up and down with gentile pressure, for awhile, repeating the comforting circular motion, with a light, affectionate touch.
"Does it feel a little better, now, bunny face?" Sierra asked him sweetly as she continue to administer the soothing rubs.
"It still hurts…but I feel a little better," Cody said.
Sierra gave his bottom a little affectionate pat, then, gently pulled his pants and underwear back up, obscuring his red bottom. Cody stood up, touched his backside with both hands and grimaced. Sierra stood up, wrapped him in a tight hug, and kissed his wet red face a couple of dozen times, leaving a trail of pink lipstick marks.
"There, all better now. That's my tough guy. No more tears now," Sierra whispered in his ear, tightening her grip on his torso, kissing him on the lips once, and pushing her tongue into his mouth forcefully. Too exhausted to even attempt pushing her off, Cody opened his mouth a little bit and let her just do whatever. This was a mistake though. She was tasting the back of his throat before he could catch his breath. Cody choaked on Sierra's tongue a little bit, and jerked his head back reflexively. Usually, when this happened, he either tried to shove her off, or let his tongue go limp and passively allowed her to violate him. But this time, he kissed back, for once, slamming his tongue against hers in retaliation. This didn't feel like a loving make out session, so much as it did a bitter tongue wresting match between two fiercely competitive enemies. With some effort, Cody managed pushed Sierra's tongue out his mouth, with his tongue, and back into hers.
"Mmnghh!" Sierra squealed in surprise, when Cody aggressively rammed his tongue as far into her mouth as he could possibly manage.
Yeah, let's see how you like it, Cody thought woundedly.
But Cody's attempt at some lame level of retaliation backfired hard. Because it didn't take a genius to notice immediately that Sierra liked what he was doing—a lot.
She broke the kiss after awhile and giggled: "You've got some fire in ya', don't cha? Heehee hee…wowwie! What a man!"
Sierra returned the kiss with passionate abandon, embracing Cody with a tight, possessive strangle that threatened to pop his lungs. After a moment, she released him from her grip and giggled with a love-sick, intoxicated grin: "…Oh my gosh, that was so much fun!"
Cody frowned and rubbed his smarting backside with both hands, as he resisted the urge to contradict her, under his breath, with a smart-ass comment.
Sierra took Cody by the hand and led him out of the intern's lounge, back into the main corridor. Before they could sneak back to first class, however, they were intercepted by Chris and a pair of jovial, snickering camera men. Cody's entire face went totally red, and his big blue eyes got wide like a dear caught in headlights. He could tell by that shit-eating smirk on Chris's whashed-up old, plastic, Ken doll of a face, that the devious reality show host, knew exactly what had just transpired.
"Cody….Sierra," Chris addressed them in his most affable announcer's voice. Cody could all but hear the two dramatic notes of music that would be added in post, before this clip aired live on international television, "It sound like you two were up to some funny business in the intern's lounge," Chris paused to hold a microphone up to Sierra's face and inquire with a mocking grin, "…Lover's quarrel?"
"Yes, Chris," Sierra informed him obliviously, with out a hint of embarrassment, "Sometimes when your man get's out of hand, you have to show 'em who's boss! Isn't that right, Cody?"
Cody blushed so hard that he felt like his head would catch on fire, bit his lip, then muttered under his breath: "…Somebody please kill me."
"Oh, wow, so it sounds like you really showed Cody who's boss back there in the intern's lounge," Chris confirmed with a few rather obnoxious winks, "The intern's lounge that was certainly not bugged with at least 50 cameras to catch every juicy tidbit of potentially ratings-boosting drama, from every possible angle on that conveniently placed couch."
Chris winked a couple more times then laughed cruelly, and said, "I'm just kidding, of course. The room WAS bugged. Congratulations, you two just made this season's TOO HOT FOR TV DVD EXTRAS!
By this point, Cody was blushing so hard that he felt just about ready to pass out from blush exhaustion. Blush exhaustion is not a thing, but if it were a thing, Cody would have passed out from it by now.
"If I cry…and beg you…will you delete that footage?" Cody muttered under his breath in a meek, pleading voice, dripping with humiliated desperation. He frowned and bit his lip, fighting back embarrassed tears, as he has forced to imagine what his family would say, if they managed to get their hands on those DVD extras.
"Nope. You signed a contract, kid. Welcome to show business. Oh, hey and look at the time," Chris said, pointing to his watch and grinning evilly, "Do you know what time it is, folks?
Cody's heart sunk in his chest as he realized what was definitely about to happen.
"Ding, ding, DING! That's right, viewers at home! It's TIME! For a! MUSICAL INTERLUDE!"
Chris dropped his showmanship for a moment and acquired a snappy businesslike tone as he pushed a packet of papers in Cody's direction: "Now, memorize these lyrics quick. We're filming the choreographed music video in thirty minutes."
Cody flipped through the packet of papers that Chris had just shoved in his face, with an exhausted, incredulous expression, then, shut his eyes, smacked his hand against his heated forehead, and stifled a mortified whimper. Questionable snippets of hastily typed lyrics such as "I may be a naughty boy, but I am not a toy." and "I'm a valuable ASS-et to team Amazon." assaulted what was left of his dignity with their cringe-inducing levels of degrading emasculation.
"Screen directions…twerk in direction of camera as line of backup dancers performs choreographed dance, while waving hair brushes…" Cody muttered, while at the same time, somehow stifling the urge to burst into tears on camera again. He felt like he wanted to jump out of the plain without his parachute and fall to his death.
Sierra, on the other hand, didn't seem phased by any of this. She read he assigned lyrics and screen directions with an obvious little thirsty grin on her face, then, skipped off to go practice her dance routine with the choreographer and the hairbrush-wielding back up dancers that were promised in the screen directions.
Cody hesitated, as he flipped through the lyrics of the song feverishly. These embarrassing lyrics (which outlined the intimate details of Cody's fresh humiliation) smacked-up Cody's still-stinging pride, yet, he was determined to commit them quickly to memory. After all, he needed to sing when directed to, if he wanted to stay in the game. Cody had already endured far worse than this degrading little, red-assed, monkey dance, in pursuit of that million dollar prize. After everything he had already endured—all of the scrapes, and the bruises, and the permanent scars, and the illnesses, and the sleep deprivation, and the heat stroke, and the hypothermia, and the sexual exploitation, and the constant threat of falling victim to one of his life-threatening allergies—what was one more emotionally scarring ordeal?
Cody had come too WAY far, and put up with WAY too much crap, to just pack up and go home now.