Then, to the Master's horror, the Doctor positioned the Master further over his lap and lifted up his knee so he could get aim at the Master's sit spots. The Master was pushed forward slightly with the force of each spanking, making it much harder not to cry out. It hurt much worse than the ones before but the Master forced himself to stay quiet. There was no in hell that the Master was going to let the Doctor win this round! He was sure that the Doctor's hand would tire before he started... crying...
The Master shook the idea from his head and continued to glare at the floor of the Tardis. The Tardis that he had tried to steal so many times. He wanted this Tardis, to travel anywhere he wanted on command, no hassle and no Doctor to worry about. The problem was that whenever he got near the control panel the Tardis would start glitching and freak out. It's like it didn't like him or something...
The Doctor had positioned the Master in a way that made it so he was hanging over the Doctor's lap uncomfortably with his backside in the air so that it could be ever so humiliating for the Master. He could just barely touch the floor with his hands, making it hard to find balance. Then an idea hit the Master...
"Oww!" the Master howled in fake pain. He grabbed the sides of his head in mock pain and groaned. "My head is going to split!"
"That's nice," the Doctor said. The Master then went limp and just laid there, pretending to of passed out. Then after a few moments the Doctor stopped and looked at the Master, wondering if he was actually passed out. He touched the Master's shoulder only to have the Master jump in a second and grab for the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, but found that it wasn't in the pocket. The Doctor grabbed his arms and easily flipped the Master back over, though slightly rougher than he had intended and held the Master's arms behind his back in a very uncomfortable and probably painful way.
"AHHH!" The Master practically screamed when he was tossed so roughly. The Doctor had never been so rough with him, it almost scared the Master. The Doctor positioned the Master again and held him down firmly, but this time the Doctor sat further back and sideways so that the Master could rest some of his upper body on the platform. Then he started to unbuckle the Master's belt and the Master jumped. "You pervert! What the hell are you trying to do!"
"I suggest you stay quiet Master. My patience is wearing thin and believe me when I say you would be much better off not seeing me when I'm angry." Then he unbuckled the Master's belt and pulled the Master's black pants down above his knees so the only protection he had was boxers. And not just any boxers. If the Master wasn't blushing earlier, he was blushing now. He was, of course, wearing specially made Tardis boxers with little blue boxes printed all over. How appropriate.
But the Doctor didn't take notice to the strange boxers. The Master let out a shriek when the Doctor started smacking him again and he bit his lip hard. It hurt so much more without the protection of his pants that the Master found not making a sound much harder as well.