"Ah! No, stop it!" SMACK!

"Not until I'm absolutely sure you've learned your lesson," the Doctor replied. SMACK!

"I didn't do anything wrong! It never happened, remember you-" SMACK! "Ah! Bastard!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ok, ok, just stop it!" SMACK! SMACK! "I said stop it!" the Master yelled.

"I told you, not yet," the Doctor answered. Then the Doctor raised his arm in the air again for an extra hard swat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ah! And how the BLOODY hell is THIS helping!" the Master asked. He continued to kick and struggle, but the Doctor only held on tighter. He put one hand on the Master's back to pin him down over his knee as he continued spanking the Master.

The Master never gave up struggling, absolutely mortified that he of all people- no of all GODS- should be in such a humiliating position. The Master bit his lip trying not to give the Doctor the satisfaction of winning as he was spanked over and over, each in a steady rhythm, never stopping. The Doctor wouldn't win this round, the Master was sure of it. He would win no matter what.

The Master tensed every time the Doctor's hand came in harsh contact with his backside and he would struggle more, but he refused to make a sound. 'Bastard,' the Master thought. The Doctor smacked him extra hard and the Master bucked in surprise. "What the hell!" he shouted to the Doctor.

"I heard that you know," the Doctor said, referring to the Master's thought.

"That isn't fair!" the Master shouted, but his outburst only got him a harder swat then the last one.

The Doctor kept a steady and hard rhythm and continued spanking the Master for a few minutes before speaking. "Master, are you ready to talk?" the Doctor asked calmly. "Why am I punishing you?"

The Master stayed silent for a moment, unshed and built up tears stinging his eyes. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. "Because you hate me."

The Doctor paused and returned the Master's answer with a series of extra painful swats. "That isn't true and you know it, Master. Now tell me why I'm-"

"AH! Don't s-say it! I hate that word!" The master shouted.

"Then answer my question Master," the Doctor said.

"I refuse," the Master snapped.

"Your choice," the Doctor said and started the rhythm again, only this time they were twice as hard as they had currently been.

The Master closed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a moan of pain. He could feel the fire in his backside starting to burn and silently begged for it to be over. He thought back to the time when this had happened so long ago… It must have been a century ago! He had been so furious when the Doctor had finished that he hadn't caused trouble or messed with the Doctor again for months.

And oh how much it hurt! The Master tried to think of something else, something besides the extreme burning sensation in his backside. He thought of how he had ruled the world for a year that never happened but that only made him think about how that had somehow made the Doctor snap and punish him this way. The Doctor had no right punishing him!

The Master glared at the floor, bitter and angry and filled with hate. Almost all of it was towards the Doctor and he wished that the Doctor would just drop dead. He hated the Time Lord so much he couldn't find enough curse words to explain it! Then suddenly the Doctor stopped and the Master had a flicker of hope that maybe it was over, maybe the Doctor had thought he had had enough. The Master heard the sound of the sonic screwdriver and felt the cuffs come off his hands.

But the moment his cuffs were off the Doctor put extra pressure on the Master's back so he couldn't run away. The Master brought his arms down in front of him, relieved that at least his wrists wouldn't hurt, being strained in such an uncomfortable position. "Your welcome," the Doctor said.