Title: Punishment

Series: Our Mrs. Cobb

Author: Sevangel

Disclaimer: Not mine; all belongs to J. W.

Rating: So very NC-17 (I quit smoking about a month ago and after I was done writing this, I wanted a cigarette)

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"Willow, I need help." River whines, plopping down onto her bed.

"Help with what?" Willow asks. "I thought you were going to Jayne's."

"I am." River agrees. "But I need something to wear."

"Oh." Willow grabs the two bags of clothes off the floor. "Have you looked through these?"

"Yes." River replies. "But I couldn't find anything that I wanted to wear."

"What do you want to wear?" Willow asks.

"Open your mind." River orders.

"Alright." Willow replies after a few seconds.

River pushes the image of what she wants to wear into Willow's mind.

"Oh, goddess, you're joking, right?" Willow asks.

River shakes her head.

"River, that is so clichéd." Willow says. "Couldn't you…."

"No, it's what I would like to wear." River interrupts. "Can you help me?"

Willow grabs two articles of clothing out of the bag and sets them on the bed next to River. Then she mumbles a few words and the clothes turn exactly into what River was imaging.

"Thank you." River squeals.

"You're welcome." Willow replies, dropping down onto her bed. She crawls under the covers and watches River as she starts getting ready.

"What's wrong?" River asks Willow.

"It's just so sad." Willow says. "I mean, he wasn't the best guy in the world and he did kinda bring it on himself but it's sad that he's dead. And it's sad that I couldn't help him. I didn't even get a chance to try, it happened so fast. Everything's always happening so fast and I can't keep up with it. It's just…I'm not used to not doing everything in my power to save somebody."

"Willow, he couldn't be saved." River repeats what she already told the witch less than four hours ago. "There was nothing you could have done to save him."

"I know." Willow agrees with a sigh.

"You need to meditate." River advises.

"Yeah." Willow agrees. "I need to do some heavy duty meditating but I lack the proper materials."

"You have candles and Inara has incense." River reminds her. "She will lend you some."

"Yeah, I know but she's probably asleep; I'll wait until the morning." Willow replies with a yawn. "I'm going to try and sleep; have fun with Jayne."

"I will." River grins. Trying to be as quiet as possible, River sorts through her own underwear until she finds the perfect pair. She gathers up her outfit and takes it to the bathroom to get ready for her punishment.

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"Yeah, see ya in the mornin'." Jayne throws a lazy wave over his shoulder and makes his way out of the mess and towards his bunk. It's a little after midnight and River's supposed to be in his bunk. He woulda been there earlier but with everybody but Nara, Kaylee, River, and Willow gathered round the mess table, he couldn't find a good reason for leavin'. Ain't like they'd believe he was tired and it ain't like he could tell em he's already got plans. So he had to wait till the group startin' breakin' up fore makin' his way outa the mess. All he knows is she better not've left or he's goin' down to her room to get her regardless of Mal and Simon still bein' in the mess. He kicks the hatch to his bunk open and climbs down, automatically turnin' round to lock it.

"You're late."

"Yeah, I know, darlin'." Jayne kicks his boots off, removes his shirt, and unbuckles his pants as he turns to face her. "We was all talkin' and I couldn't……"

"Do you like my outfit?" River questions demurely, her hands clasped in front of her.

Jayne's mouth opens and closes, a gurgling sound being the only noise he makes. He runs his gaze up and down her body about a dozen times before finally speakin'. "Turn round."

River dutifully turns in a slow circle, her hips swaying side to side.

"Don't know if I should feel like the dirtiest old man in the verse or the luckiest." Jayne mumbles mostly to himself.

Her back facing him, River raises her arms in a lazy stretch.

"Gonna hafta go with the luckiest." Jayne growls. "Gorram, baby, where'd ya get that outfit?"

River shrugs.

Jayne closes the distance between them and just stares at her. He doesn't touch her, just stares. Now, he ain't ever actually seen one in real life but he's seen enough porno movies to know what her little outfit is supposed to be. She's wearin' her standard boots, a bit suprisin' cause she normally don't wear shoes less he makes her. And she's wearin' a skirt and blouse, somethin' that shouldn't be outa the norm but is. The shirt is a little, tight white button up thing. She's tied the bottom tails together only a few inches below her breasts. And the top three…wait four buttons are undone and he can see the top of her breasts and bra, not that the bra offers any cover anyways. It's one of them white lacey things that you can see right through. And the blouse, you can see through that too. He can see her little brown nipples pokin' out and beggin' for attention. Then there's the skirt, one of them plaid skirt things that's so low on her hips he can see the elastic of her panties. And it's so gorram short, he can see the bottom of her gorram butt cheeks even when she's not raisin' her arms. Added in with her hair, braided into two pigtails, she looks like a schoolgirl or she would if'n her outfit weren't so revealin'.

"You walk through this boat dressed like that?" Jayne asks with a growl.

"Yes." River answers, turning back around to face him.

"Gorramit, you can't be doin' that." Jayne orders. "Somebody coulda seen you."

River rolls her eyes and starts to walk past him towards the ladder.

Jayne grabs her wrist as she passes. "Where do you think you're goin'?"

River shakes her head and tries to jerk her wrist out of his hand.

Jayne drops down on his bed and forces her to straddle his lap. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." River mutters.

"You ain't a good liar, baby doll." Jayne says. "Least not to me."

River just shrugs and traces the tips of her fingers of his chest.

"We don't gotta do nothin' you don't want to." Jayne says, tilting her face up to his. "You don't want to do the spankin' thing, we don't gotta."

"I do." River whispers.

"Then what's the problem?" Jayne asks, completely confused by her behavior.

"You don't like my outfit." River whispers. She told herself over and over again that she would never be one of those girls that constantly looked for reassurance from her boyfriend about her looks but she can't help it.

"What, course I do." Jayne argues. "You're bout the sexiest gorram thing I've ever done see, specially dressed like this. Just don't like that you walked through the boat like this."

River smiles and presses a kiss against his nose. Then she jumps off his lap and reaches down to finish undoing his pants.

Jayne lifts up so she can get his pants off and then reaches out to grab her only to have her back away with a grin. "Baby, get your gorram ass over here."

River does another turn, this time rocking her hips back and forth, until her back is to him again. Then she shimmies her hips at him, giggling when he groans.

"You'd just have to wear them little, white innocent lookin' panties, wouldn't you?" Jayne says, standing up to catch her hips in his hand.

River lets Jayne pulls her back to his front and then she grinds her ass back against his hardening cock. They both groan. She slides down the front of his body until the back of her head is against the fabric of his boxers. Then she turns around, nips his cock, and then slides back up, rubbing every part of her body against his.

Jayne's hands loosen and his eyes close as he tries to get a bit of control. He feels River moves out of his arms and lets her go, curious as to what she's got planned. She dances around his body, her hand touching him as she goes. Then he feels her breasts touch his back and her teeth nip his shoulder. She slides back down him, her tongue dragging down his bare back until she reaches his boxers. He wants to toss her onto the bed and take her now but instead let's her do what she wants.

River nibbles a trail across the small of Jayne's back until she reaches his side. She sucks hard at his hipbone, wanting to leave her own mark, while her right hand reaches around to slip inside the fly of his boxers.

Jayne hisses through his teeth and can't keep from bucking against her hand. His eyes close again when she starts pumping him, her mouth still sucking at his side. After a few moments of this, he pulls her hand out of his boxers and spins around, his mouth dropping down onto hers in a rough, almost brutal kiss. He pulls away after a few moments and sits back down on the edge of his bed. He pulls her back on top of him, only this time she's lyin' across his thighs on her belly.

"You sure you still wanna do this?" Jayne questions quietly, his hands rubbing circles on her bare thighs.

"Yes." River whispers. "I am a bad girl, remember?"

"Yep." Jayne agrees. "My bad girl and I wouldn't want ya any other way."

"Please punish your bad girl." River says, wiggling her ass at him in invitation.

"There's rules to this, little girl." Jayne comments, his hand slipping between he legs to rub the front of her panties, the fabric already moist. "Rule number one, you wanna stop at any time, just say your brother's name and I'll stop, dong ma?"

"Okay." River agrees. "Is that the only rule?"

"Nope." Jayne replies. "You gotta count em out loud which shouldn't be a problem seein' how gorram smart you are."

"Okay."

"And you ain't allowed to move unless I tell you to." Jayne finishes. "That means them little titties start to ache, you ain't allowed to rub them against the bed, dong ma?"

River nods, crosses her arms, and rest her face on them. She can feel Jayne trailing his fingers over her body but he doesn't spank her. For five whole minutes, all he does is barely touch her, making her completely frustrated. "Jayne, when are you…." Her sentence trails off with a squeal when Jayne's hand comes down on her skirt-covered ass.

"Ain't you forgettin' somethin', baby doll?" Jayne asks.

"One." River whispers.

"That's a good girl." Jayne says. "I say you could spread your legs?"

River moves her legs back together with a whimper. Then she's moaning as Jayne's hand comes down in three quick slaps. She barely remembers to count.

Jayne alternates between spankin' her ass and rubbin' it. He ain't really ever done this before, sure he's smacked a couple whores on the ass as they were sexin' but he can't say he's ever spanked somebody. He's surprised by how much he's enjoyin' it. River's ass if firm and full and somehow still bein' nice and soft. And he can tell she's gettin' worked up, can smell it. He wonders how hard her nipples are, if they're startin' to ache. And sure nuf, right as he thinks it, she subtly tries to rub her breasts against the bed. He rains five hard slaps onto her still covered ass.

"15, 16…17..oh, god,…18…uh…19…" River manages to pant out. Her ass is burning but she likes it. And between her legs, her secret place is throbbing so much she wants to scream. She can feel her arousal running down her thighs even with them clenched tight together. And her nipples are so hard and aching that she can't stand it.

"Uh uh, baby girl." Jayne scolds. "You just broke a rule. Spread em."

River dutifully spreads her legs.

Jayne slips his hands back between her spread thighs, whistling softly at the moisture coating her skin. "Somebody's turned on, ain't they?"

"Yes." River moans. She doesn't understand what he's doing; she assumed if she broke a rule she'd get in trouble but instead it looks like he's rewarding her.

Jayne slips two fingers inside her panties and searches out her clit. She's soakin' wet, hell he could probably fist her if'n he wanted to. He files that away for another time. Instead he works on gettin' her right to the edge; it don't take but a few strokes till she's right there, ready to go over. He pulls his fingers out of her panties, leaving her trembling but not relieved. "Close em again." He waits for it, expectin' her to use the safe word but she doesn't. She just closes her legs with a whimper.

She's so close, so close to coming but he doesn't let her. Oh, she knows she could just say the safe word and he'd send her flying over the edge but she doesn't. She trusts Jayne and knows anything he's planning to do to her she will enjoy.

Jayne pushes her skirt up until it's bunched around her waist. He gently massages her panty-covered ass cheeks, trying to soother her a little before resuming her 'punishment'. "You doin' okay, cupcake?"

"Yes." River whispers.

SMACK

"20." River squeals.

SMACK "21." SMACK SMACK SMACK "22." "23." "24."

The throbbing between her legs intensifies until River can't focus past it.

"Baby doll, I do believe you messed up your countin'." Jayne comments, bringing his hand down three more times.

"Can't." River stammers out. "Jayne, can't think…"

"Shhh." Jayne soothes, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her panties. He pulls them down until they're at her ankles. "Kick em off."

River kicks her panties the rest of the way off, moaning as the cool air hits her burning ass. "Do I still have to count?"

"Naw, you can just enjoy." Jayne says. "You sure you're up for more? Your ass is awful red."

"The bad girl must be punished, Jayne." River whispers.

"Right you are." Jayne brings his hand down in a stinging slap.

River swallows a scream as a quick burst of pleasure/pain zips through her body. His hand against her bare skin feels so different and she's knows there's no possible way she could have counted these spankings.

Jayne smacks her ass lightly a few times before bringing his hand down roughly. She arches her body but he knows it weren't somethin' she did on purpose. The back of her white shirt is now completely transparent from the amount of sweat covering her body. She's mumbling words but he can't tell what she's sayin'. He knows she's balanced right on the edge of one hell of an orgasm, hell, every gorram muscle in her body is tense. "Spread em wide, baby."

River eagerly spreads her legs, whimpering painfully as the cool air hits her heated folds. She knows the spot under her is soaked from her juices.

Jayne positions his hand over the bottom part of her ass, his fingers spread slightly and then brings his hand down harder than he has the entire time. She screams.

When Jayne told her to spread her legs again, she thought she was in trouble again, that he was going to push her closer to the edge and pull back before she flies and she knows she couldn't handle that. She's about to tell him that when his hand comes down harder than ever before. His palm hits the bottom of her ass cheeks and the tips of his fingers brush against her folds. That's all it takes. She doesn't remember screaming; all she remembers is the white-hot pleasure bursting through her body. It's beyond pain, beyond pleasure, and frankly is something she couldn't handle experiencing all the time.

"Shh, baby." Jayne shushes with a deep laugh. "You're gonna make the whole crew come a runnin'."

River realizes at that point that she's screaming and forces her mouth closed.

Jayne rubs her back soothingly until she stops shakin'. "Baby girl, I'm gonna get up, okay?"

River doesn't even acknowledge him and when he gently lifts her up high enough for him to slip out from under her, she just collapses face forward onto the bed.

Jayne moves down to the foot of the bed where her feet are hanging off and quickly removes her boots. Then he sits down and pulls her legs towards him until her legs are over his shoulders. He's gotta taste her, ain't no way he's lettin' all this go to waste, but also knows there ain't no way in hell he's gettin' her to turn over. He kisses the inside of her thigh and then licks it, growling at the taste of her skin.

She can't move. Her bones feel like liquid and she can't move. She just lies there as Jayne cleans up her upper thighs with his tongue and teeth. And it isn't until he blows on her folds that she really feels anything. "Please Jayne, don't tease." She knows she couldn't handle that again.

Jayne pulls her cunt closer and buries his face inside. He starts a fast, ruthless rhythm, his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly.

River moves up onto her knees, trying to give him more access to her cunt. A few minutes ago, she would have said she couldn't handle another orgasm but now she wants one, wants one so bad. Jayne doesn't disappoint. He sucks deeply onto her clit until she's screaming again, her knees giving out and her body collapsing back onto the bed.

Jayne gives her cunt one last kiss and stands up with a groan. His cock is so ruttin' hard it could probably poke through steel. But her ass has gotta be on fire and he's thinkin' she ain't gonna wanna do it. Right when he's bout to give in and just jerk off, she moves back onto her knees with one of her, loopy, happy smiles.

"How you doin' baby doll?" Jayne asks, smoothing back the hair that escaped her pigtails tenderly.

"Shiny." River grins. She pushes his boxers off, trailing her tongue down his staff on her way.

"Gorram, baby, what're ya doin'?" Jayne groans.

"Saying hello to growly." River replies. "He missed me."

"Yes he did." Jayne agrees. "Whatch ya gonna do bout that?"

River places a tender kiss on the tip of his cock.

Jayne groans, his eyes drifting closed. Then he's falling with a grunt, River pushing him backwards onto his bed and crawling on top of him. "Now what're you doin?"

"Smarty has missed her growly." River explains, dropping herself down onto his staff. They both groan at the contact.

"Baby, you don't gotta do this, if'n it hurts." Jayne says, his hands grasping her hips to stop her thrusts.

"Want to." River whines. "I'm empty Jayne; need something to fill me up."

"Hold on." Jayne sits up and scoots around until he's leaning back against the wall of his bunk. "Look at you, all sweaty and sexed up, still wearin' your little outfit. I can see your titties plain as day now, baby doll."

"Taste." River orders. "They need your touch, Jayne."

Jayne lets her set the pace and instead focuses on worshiping her breasts. She's still got that gorram skirt on and he can't even express in words how gorram hot that is. He rubs his thumbs over her rock hard nipples and is rewarded by her full body shudder. "What's matter, baby doll?" Jayne says, bending his head to nip a nipple. "Your titties achin'?"

"Oh…yes…Jayne…more…" River moans incoherently, her back arched until the end of her pigtails brush his kneecaps.

Jayne rips her shirt off in one quick move and sucks her right nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue rubbin' against the lace coverin' her nipple.

River rocks her body hard, forcing his cock in and out of her body while still keeping her ass from touching anything. She's mumbling something and it takes her a few minutes to realize it's something she read out of Shepard Book's symbol. Jayne is about to come, she can feel it building up in his body, and she grabs one of his hands and forces it between their bodies. "Wanna go with you."

Jayne bites her right nipple and then moves over to her left while his hand searches for her clit. He finds it and rubs it in time with her quick thrusts, also wanting her to go with him. After a few rubs, she's screaming once again and he lets himself go, groaning her name deeply.

River collapses forward, her body completely exhausted. When after a few minutes, Jayne finishes undressing her and lifts her off his body to lie gently on his bed, she doesn't so much as move.

Jayne stands up and walks over to fill a glass with water. He downs it before refilling it and walking back over to the bed. "C'mon, baby, you gotta be thirsty."

River moves back onto her knees with Jayne's help and takes the glass he's holding out to her. She downs it in one gulp and then flops back down, burying her face in his pillow.

"Jesus, baby, I was too gorram rough." Jayne exclaims, examining the damage done to her ass. Her skin is bright red and he knows it's gotta hurt like a bitch.

"On top of Vera." River grunts, her face still in his pillow.

Not understanding what she's talkin' bout, Jayne pushes aside the blanket covering his weapons. And right on top of Vera, there's a tube of somethin'.

"Extra strength burn cream." River explains. "I nicked it out of the infirmary."

"Oh." Jayne twists off the cap and squeezes a generous amount into his hand. Then, bein' as gentle as he can, he generously applies it to her ass cheeks.

River moans in appreciation when the cold crème touches her hot skin. Jayne gently massages it into her skin and then moves up her body, his hands kneading the tight muscles of her back. By the time that he reaches her neck, she's practically asleep.

Jayne walks back over to his sink and rinses his hands off. Then he lifts River up and lies down, bringing her with him. She settles against his chest, most of her body on top of his. He reaches behind him to grab the blanket he nicked from the infirmary and covers them both up. After what can only be a few minutes, he can feel the even puffs of her breath hittin' his chest. His arm wraps around her as he closes his eyes, feelin' more content than he can ever say he has in his whole gorram life.

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