Pairing: McKay/Other, hints of established McKay/Sheppard
Kink: Spanking
Warnings: Alien-sex
Summary: His quarters aboard the Daedalus are small, as are your own. It makes you feel at home, a little less nervous.
AN: I said I wouldn't participate, but then Xanthe said it would be hard to write if I didn't get the concept. Who am I to resist such a prompting? In fact, I blame all of this squarely on her. *grins*
I still don't get it, though. So I'm kind of curious if this sucks or not. :)
Completely PWP. Do not read if second person point of views offend you, please.
With a Little Help
Once again, the Daedalus has been saved by Dr. McKay, and you can't help being a little miffed at that – as one of the resident scientists, that should be your job. You suppress the notion as soon as it arises, though, feeling ashamed at your own ungratefulness. He saved your life, and not for the first time. Your shame rises as you realise you have never really thanked him for that. In fact, you barely ever speak.
You should be punished for your disrespect. Back at home, you would be.
This isn't home, but you have seen Dr. McKay relate to others. Perhaps, if you approach this right, he can be the one to punish you. It is his place; he was the one you so carelessly offended, after all.
So, after the crisis is over and everyone has calmed down, you approach him. You have chosen your words very carefully, sure your reasoning will convince him.
"Dr. McKay. May I speak to you in private?"
He blinks. He did not expect you to voice such a request, and for a moment, your determination wavers in the face of his surprise. But no, you need to be punished, by him, so you stand your ground. After a moment, he nods.
"All right. We can, uh, go to my quarters, I guess."
His quarters aboard the Daedalus are small, as are your own. It makes you feel at home, a little less nervous. Still, your heart pounds as you speak of what you desire.
"I need to be punished."
Again, he blinks, not understanding, and you decide to be a little more... forward. He needs to get this, and you know how you can make him.
"I have been a bad boy, Dr. McKay. I need to be spanked."
"I... you... what?" Dr. McKay splutters, and you resort to your secret weapon.
"Please," you beg.
"No!" He is nervous, even more than you are. "I can't... I don't even know why you're asking me, for God's sake!"
"Please," you repeat, "you are the only one who can do it properly."
He cannot possibly resist this, your hopeful gaze and your modest asking. You are appealing to his ego, and like you anticipated, he caves. Reluctantly, but he caves.
"Um. How do you... I mean, I don't have anything to-"
Your eyes are downcast, and you hope the man won't notice the blush creeping up your cheeks.
"I would prefer your hand, Dr. McKay."
It's more personal that way.
He hesitates, then his mouth tightens in determination. He gives you a curt nod and sits on his bed.
"Over my knees."
You obey without a word. Naked, you rest yourself across his legs, trying not to tense, trying not to anticipate the first blow. It is hard, though. You are no longer used to this, and while you do trust Dr. McKay, you don't really know him.
"Just your ass, right?"
His voice is confident, impatient even, and you feel excitement rising within you.
"Yes. I will tell you when it is enough."
Without warning, his hand strikes your flesh for the first time, cautiously, light, and your wince is a reflex, nothing else. It was barely a slap, and that is not what you've come here for.
"Harder, please, Dr. McKay."
He pauses, and then his hand comes down again, harder, like you requested. It stings, and you cannot suppress the small sigh that escapes you.
Yes.
Again his open palm hits your butt, and again; sharp and irregular swats that make it impossible to anticipate the next one. Slowly, the force of the impacts grows, until they have gone from light and caressing to hard and punishing. You feel the knot inside your mind untangle, feel the weight on your shoulders lighten as you relax under his firm ministrations. The slaps ring sharply through the small room. You can feel your flesh start to heat up.
You try to lie still, but you can't.
Dr. McKay's palm has to hurt by now, but he prevails, smacking your butt again and again with his large warm hand, stinging your flesh. It burns, and you wiggle despite yourself, trying to escape that delicious pain, at the same time craving it. His other hand comes to rest on the small of your back, stilling you, and you try to obey. The next slap hits, and you are proud that you don't move. The next, hard, and again you wince, struggle without struggling, loving the sting and hating it, lost in a world that holds nothing but Dr. McKay, punishing you, and yourself, submitting.
You had no idea how much you were missing this.
The spanking is not hard enough to bruise; Dr. McKay knows better than that, and you feel yourself let go of your guilt and your bad conscience under the onslaught of his hand. A few more blows, you think, deliciously floating, and you will ask him to stop. Just a few more.
Then the door slides open, and Colonel Sheppard strides in.
"Rodney, have you seen- oh. Oh God, I think I'm going blind."
He makes an abrupt turn and all but runs out of the room. Legs wobbly, you slide down from Dr. McKay's thighs, giving him the opportunity to hurry after his… well, partner, you assume. He stops in the doorway, looking at you.
"Well, that was… I mean, um." He points down the corridor, where Sheppard has disappeared around a corner. "I'll just, uh. Well, see you."
You nod at his disappearing back. A little aftercare would have been nice, but that was probably expecting too much in the first place. This is Dr. McKay, after all. But you are feeling better, that's the important thing.
You will see him, indeed.
~~~
You overhear them, later.
"Fine, be that way. If you can't tell a little disciplinary spanking from cheating, it's your loss, not mine."
"Rodney, you had a naked grey alien wriggling on your lap. That's not cheating, that's gross!"
You narrow your eyes, offended.
Speciecist.
~~~
End. *runs away and hides*