A fair warning before I proceed. This fic, try as I may to write an ending that can satisfy most, will get dark and twisted. I will always love Darling Pan and its sometimes broken dynamic. However this fic is a modernized exaggeration of said dynamic, so I advise anyone who wants to read further to prepare for a plethora of lemons and catharsis. I sincerely apologize if any of you get traumatized. If you think you're susceptible to being in such a case, I regret having to ask you to stop reading. If not, proceed with caution. Cheers?

"Undress." Pan's command thundered and reverberated against the tiles of the bathroom.

Wendy shifted her eyes downward and began obedience with her white frilly blouse. She placed them gently on to one side as a delaying tactic before moving on to the next article of clothing. She slowly unzipped the back of her navy skirt and let it pool at her ankles.

"You better move quickly, Wendy, or the pain will last as long as your little strip tease."

Anxiety-ridden, Wendy quickly unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties. She set aside her garments and stood before him in just her sandals sheepishly. One of her legs was slightly bent and her fingers twiddled with one another.

"Lie on your stomach. On the counter."

Wendy propped herself up on the counter opposite the sinks. Largely aware of the mirrors on both sides, she quickly got on her stomach and faced downward. At the sound of Pan's footsteps drawing closer, Wendy shut her eyes and clenched her fists. She felt Pan's large hand smooth over the curve of her back and toward her rear. He gave one cheek a moderate squeeze then lifted his hand off completely.

To Wendy, it was a century-long wait as Pan's palm floated above her, the length of which spent building up anxiety for what she knew was coming for her. Suddenly Wendy felt an immense pain on her bottom, followed by the processing of a slapping sound and Pan's handprint on her cheek. He repeated it once more, this time with more force than the last, making Wendy jump forward a bit. Reflexively, Wendy pushed her hands on the surface in front of her to steady her balance from the blow.

Wendy turned her head to sneak a look at Pan. He stood up straight with his arm bent in an almost aesthetic angle. Despite the amount of force he'd striked her with, he looked as if he had barely moved in his military-like bearing. Pan whipped his head toward her only a second later, which elicited a squeak of fear from Wendy. Pan used his other hand to caress her cheek.

"Just a few more my little bird."

Wendy shut her eyes. Pan stood firmly, cold and stoic, then swung his arm to spank Wendy twice more, making her jerk forward. By then, Wendy's left ass cheek had a brilliant red imprint of Pan's hand. He traced the shape with one idle finger, then swirled his way down to her inner thigh. With the same finger, he dipped his finger beneath her folds slightly and felt a damp heat.

"My my, the bird is enjoying her punishment. Perhaps just one dial further."

Pan held down Wendy's back with his other hand and swung as hard as he could. Wendy did her best to muffle a cry, but instead a high moan escaped her lips. Satisfied, Pan repeated his swing, earning another moan. Wendy hadn't realized the pain in her bottom until she felt a string of coolness on her cheeks.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Please, no more."

Pan flipped her over gently and walked over to get closer to her face. He hunched over and propped one elbow above Wendy's head. He rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek.

"You chirp lovely, my bird." He planted a kiss on her. The extreme shift between punishment and reward compelled Wendy to relish and cling to the positive.

Pan's tongue darted into her mouth, predatorily as ever, and took her with so much passion they both breathed deeply into the kiss. Wendy allowed her tongue to meekly interlock with his, always a step behind following his lead. Just then the bell rang. Pan pulled away and snapped to face the other way. He inwardly berated at himself for indulging in another kiss, kisses kindled relationships and built bonds. Unlike sex, feral and raw as he liked, it remained as unemotional and disconnected as he could possibly make.

"It's time for class, bird." Wendy flinched at the abrupt coldness in the sound of her name. Pet name, she meant. She had grown used to Pan's controlling force, accepting everything he gave, but Wendy forced herself back to reality as she hurriedly dressed herself. She followed Pan, who raced rigidly down the hall, with smaller, quicker steps, awkwardly flitting behind him. He made his way to his locker and took out a book. Wendy aimlessly twisted in her locker combination, but Pan had already shut his when she opened hers. A white make-shift envelope fell on the floor in front of her.

"Hurry along, Wendy." Pan had began walking again, focused on their safe distance rather than Wendy's ability to catch up.

In a flurry of panic, Wendy swiped the envelope up and slipped it between her book for the next class. She then shut her locker door and ran after Pan.

Sorry about a while ago.

If you ever get the chance again, I'll be spending the rest of my breaks (plus maybe two hours after school's done) where we used to hang out at our old school, if you can remember what that is. If not try to reach me at home number at the bottom.

Your new boyfriend is... intimidating to say in the least, but I hope we can still be close? Like old times?

-B

Wendy bit her lip. Their old hangout had been by the lockers outside the chemistry lab. They'd sit out in the hall and have their lunch there. She folded it up quickly and slipped it into the sleeve of her notebook. Pan had been forced to sit in front of her, making him unable to monitor her. He had growled surly at the teacher but complied. Despite this, Wendy was not willing to take any chances of getting caught so she put her thoughts of Baelfire aside first and focused on the lesson in front of her.