The Master stayed silent for as long as he could, trying so hard not to make a sound, not to let the Doctor win. It felt like he was using all of his strength with each smack, hitting him so hard that it forced the Master forward a bit with each smack. He had his arms bent and in front of him with his head resting on his arms, his face hidden. He bit so hard on his lip that eventually he started tasting blood. Then it turned to a lot of blood. He noticed that he was bleeding a lot, actually. He must have split his lip…
"Master, are you ready to talk?" the Doctor asked.
When the Master didn't reply, the Doctor gave him his strongest smack and the Master's head jerked up, his hands in fists and his eyes closed. "Yes! Yes! I'm r-ready!"
"Why am I punishing you Master?" the Doctor asked.
"B-because I'm evil and… d-did bad things," the Master replied.
"And?" the Doctor questioned.
"A-and I'm… insane and- kill people," replied the Master, now just wanting it to be over.
"You don't have to be that way Master. You can be good."
The Master snorted. "M-me? G-good? Have you lost your mind? I'm the Master… I'm the most- evil thing that has ever e-existed!"
"But you didn't start out that way," the Doctor said.
"So… what's your point?"
"My point is that I can help you get back to the way you were before you went insane. You just have so much anger it's blocking you from thinking clearly."
"Blocking ME f-from thinking clearly! Look who's talking- y-you bloody hypocrite! You destroyed my home! You killed every last Time Lord in existence!" The Master clenched his hands into fists. "I wish you would just die!"
The Doctor stayed silent and contemplated what to do. Would it be too harsh to keep spanking him? "Master, I know you. You're going to hold onto that anger until you get help and you're only going to stay bitter. I want to help you. And I'm going to help you through all of this."
"Go to HELL!" the Master snapped. When he looked down between his arms he could see the small puddle of blood that had began when he had started talking. He hoped it would stop bleeding and licked the blood from his lips.
"I'm not going to stop until you've learned your lesson." With that the Doctor started spanking him again.
The Master hissed and kept his hands clenched in fists. It hurt like hell! There was no way in bloody hell that a spanking could hurt this much! The Master started struggling again, wiggling his hips back and forth as to get off his lap. "Let me go!" The Doctor ignored it and continued, not even taking notice to the Master's struggling. He was stronger and older then the Master and could easily over power him.
Eventually the Master stopped struggling, but he still moved his arms, trying desperately to get away. The Master dropped his head in utter defeat. He was miserable, tired, and his backside was in so much pain it felt like it was on fire. He jerked forward with each smack and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like the most pathetic villain to ever be in existence. He silently let a tear roll down his cheek but continued to stay completely silent.