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Putting His House Back In Order
Jun. 3rd, 2010 10:43 amRien buried her face in her hands and sobbed until her whole body, bent over McCoy’s desk, shook. Her ass, McCoy noted with a pleased smile, was already bright red from overlapping handprints. Pretty.
Kirk was on the planet, that fucking away mission already taking longer than McCoy would have liked. If it was going to go tits up, he’d get warning – they’d worked out a few things before Kirk left – but it still made him nervous. Hell, seemed to make everyone nervous; the first away mission under a new captain was always a little goddamn tense.
And, if nothing else, it gave him time to address a little something he shouldn’t have let get so far in the first place. His little Rien was stepping out with some redshirt asshole – and she hadn’t asked permission. Woman had been humming as she organized the supply room this fucking morning – she only ever hummed like that after he’d damn well choked her on his goddamn cock so it stood to reason, it was only logical, to think she might have been choking on someone else’s cock.
He wasn’t jealous, per se. But McCoy was possessive. His nurses were his, goddammit, and he’d be fucked before they’d just gallivant off where ever the hell they felt like it to get even more shitting fucked up than they already were.
It hadn’t been all that much of an effort to haul Rien into his office with a tight grip in her hair. She was pliant with him, happy to see him, and happy in general. Until he’d told her he knew about her little boyfriend. McCoy checked his email, too, and that fucker Martens – even if he was an asshole – had shared some valuable information with that stunt. Even then Rien had been all starry-eyed about the bastard from Security, babbling something about the phaser range and old-style animated movies. She’d kept it up, a running commentary, until he’d hauled her up off his lap and told her to bend over the desk.
“Now, see, baby, the problem is that I don’t know this fella. How am I supposed to take care of you—“ he punctuated the question with another open-palmed strike to her right buttock, “if you don’t damn well tell me these things before you get all shitting twisted up in your fucking panties?”
She’d been apologizing for the last ten minutes and she kept it up now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, I think you did mean it. Or you wouldn’t have Chapel holding down your fort while you run around with him.” He started back up, alternating sides, a slow and easy rhythm. McCoy always did prefer his hands for this kind of work. Why trust a tool when you could do things the old-fashioned way and get such good results?
McCoy took a moment to adjust himself – this kind of work always got him riled up. Kirk was a serious fucking distraction – maybe some of this way his fault, too, for ignoring Rien lately. Chapel had taken such a shine to Kirk that she was taken care of but Rien had slipped through the cracks.
“I blame my fucking self. Ain’t been seeing to you the way I know you need to be seen to.” He laid a final, forceful smack to her ass just to watch the flesh move and to hear her moan, then rubbed the flat of his hand over the tender skin. “Still, figured you had more damn sense than that.”
The snorting sobs slowed down a little bit – Rien wasn’t a pretty fucking crier by any means – and Rien turned her tear-soaked face to look back at him. “I’m sorry, Doctor McCoy, I really am.”
Of course she was, with her ass on fire. That was the whole point of a goddamn punishment, really. But she wasn’t lying either – girl probably just hadn’t thought, been all caught up in her crotch. Wasn’t like she was used to ignoring her wet panties.
She was wet right now, he knew it without even checking. Wasn’t the first time Rien had needed punishing, after all. She wasn’t stupid but she was a little goddamn flighty sometimes. Should’ve gone into fucking pediatrics or some shit like that. Not a field for goddamn pussy-assed morons, pediatrics.
His desk chair squeaked as he settled back into it. It’d been squeaking, come to think on it, ever since Kirk had visited him midshift that goddamn afternoon with M’Benga the First M’Benga. Have to get that looked at. In the meantime, he looked at Rien, bent over and waiting for instructions, abused skin of her ass hanging out of her hiked up skirt like a damn treat.
“Come here.” She’d been good for it, taken it like she knew she’d done wrong and deserved it and that was the fucking important thing here. Rien slowly straightened up, clasping her hands over her tits like she wasn’t still dressed. Well, except for her panties. Those were in his garbage can. That’s where they’d damn well stay. But she moved over to him, a little shaky on her feet, until she could climb back up into his lap, straddling him with her legs hanging down to either side, her thighs spread wide, and her back to his chest. She didn’t like making eye contact after he’d punished her or when he was putting his hands between her goddamn legs and he usually didn’t force it unless he was particularly feeling like he damn well wanted to make her mind him.
But he had other things to think about this time and so instead of making her turn around and face him, McCoy brushed her hair off to one side so he could kiss her neck and pet her until she stopped shaking.
“It’s important for you to tell me these things, darlin’. If you don’t, I can’t make sure you’re safe. So let’s try this again.” He shifted his hips, pressed his erection up against her ass just because it felt fucking fine and Rien ground down against him even though it made her squeak in pain a little bit.
“Yes, Doctor McCoy.” Rien sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “I’ve been seeing Travis Harris from Security. He’s so nice, he doesn’t grab me or make me do anything and he’s teaching me to shoot phasers, too.” Once she’d got started, it seemed easier for her to share and Rien relaxed where she was leaning against McCoy. “And he cleaned his bathroom so it wouldn’t be disgusting when I visit. And his roommate likes kim chi which is so smelly, it’s like rotten ass marinated in more rotting ass juice.”
That was a sensory detail he could have done without, actually. McCoy chuckled in her ear and let his hands wander. Rien spread her thighs a little wider, eager for it now even as she squirmed in his lap against his cock. Maybe he ought to make her wait, make that part of her punishment too but if she’d been catting around in part because he hadn’t been tending to her that’d be counterproductive in the long run. He was going to have to add this to the schedule, then. Or maybe…
“You gonna introduce him to me or what?” This Harris proved out all fucking right, it’d be handy to have someone keeping Rien occupied. Course, if he didn’t prove out all fucking right, McCoy’d cut his dick off and feed it to him like goddamn sushi, complete with some shitting wasabi straight out of the replicator.
Rien was downright cuddly now that she was back in one of her favorite places, though she strained a bit as though she could move his fingers up to her pussy through force of will. Goddamn pushy women, McCoy thought. But it was indulgent more than anything else and he slid his fingers up the soft skin of her inner thighs until he could spread her labia and run fingertips through the slickness he’d anticipated.
Her moan was low and needy. But Rien caught her breath before she got too distracted. “As soon as he gets back from the away mission, I promise.” He believed her.
McCoy found the nub of her clit. “Good girl, baby. Good girl.”
Kirk was on the planet, that fucking away mission already taking longer than McCoy would have liked. If it was going to go tits up, he’d get warning – they’d worked out a few things before Kirk left – but it still made him nervous. Hell, seemed to make everyone nervous; the first away mission under a new captain was always a little goddamn tense.
And, if nothing else, it gave him time to address a little something he shouldn’t have let get so far in the first place. His little Rien was stepping out with some redshirt asshole – and she hadn’t asked permission. Woman had been humming as she organized the supply room this fucking morning – she only ever hummed like that after he’d damn well choked her on his goddamn cock so it stood to reason, it was only logical, to think she might have been choking on someone else’s cock.
He wasn’t jealous, per se. But McCoy was possessive. His nurses were his, goddammit, and he’d be fucked before they’d just gallivant off where ever the hell they felt like it to get even more shitting fucked up than they already were.
It hadn’t been all that much of an effort to haul Rien into his office with a tight grip in her hair. She was pliant with him, happy to see him, and happy in general. Until he’d told her he knew about her little boyfriend. McCoy checked his email, too, and that fucker Martens – even if he was an asshole – had shared some valuable information with that stunt. Even then Rien had been all starry-eyed about the bastard from Security, babbling something about the phaser range and old-style animated movies. She’d kept it up, a running commentary, until he’d hauled her up off his lap and told her to bend over the desk.
“Now, see, baby, the problem is that I don’t know this fella. How am I supposed to take care of you—“ he punctuated the question with another open-palmed strike to her right buttock, “if you don’t damn well tell me these things before you get all shitting twisted up in your fucking panties?”
She’d been apologizing for the last ten minutes and she kept it up now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, I think you did mean it. Or you wouldn’t have Chapel holding down your fort while you run around with him.” He started back up, alternating sides, a slow and easy rhythm. McCoy always did prefer his hands for this kind of work. Why trust a tool when you could do things the old-fashioned way and get such good results?
McCoy took a moment to adjust himself – this kind of work always got him riled up. Kirk was a serious fucking distraction – maybe some of this way his fault, too, for ignoring Rien lately. Chapel had taken such a shine to Kirk that she was taken care of but Rien had slipped through the cracks.
“I blame my fucking self. Ain’t been seeing to you the way I know you need to be seen to.” He laid a final, forceful smack to her ass just to watch the flesh move and to hear her moan, then rubbed the flat of his hand over the tender skin. “Still, figured you had more damn sense than that.”
The snorting sobs slowed down a little bit – Rien wasn’t a pretty fucking crier by any means – and Rien turned her tear-soaked face to look back at him. “I’m sorry, Doctor McCoy, I really am.”
Of course she was, with her ass on fire. That was the whole point of a goddamn punishment, really. But she wasn’t lying either – girl probably just hadn’t thought, been all caught up in her crotch. Wasn’t like she was used to ignoring her wet panties.
She was wet right now, he knew it without even checking. Wasn’t the first time Rien had needed punishing, after all. She wasn’t stupid but she was a little goddamn flighty sometimes. Should’ve gone into fucking pediatrics or some shit like that. Not a field for goddamn pussy-assed morons, pediatrics.
His desk chair squeaked as he settled back into it. It’d been squeaking, come to think on it, ever since Kirk had visited him midshift that goddamn afternoon with M’Benga the First M’Benga. Have to get that looked at. In the meantime, he looked at Rien, bent over and waiting for instructions, abused skin of her ass hanging out of her hiked up skirt like a damn treat.
“Come here.” She’d been good for it, taken it like she knew she’d done wrong and deserved it and that was the fucking important thing here. Rien slowly straightened up, clasping her hands over her tits like she wasn’t still dressed. Well, except for her panties. Those were in his garbage can. That’s where they’d damn well stay. But she moved over to him, a little shaky on her feet, until she could climb back up into his lap, straddling him with her legs hanging down to either side, her thighs spread wide, and her back to his chest. She didn’t like making eye contact after he’d punished her or when he was putting his hands between her goddamn legs and he usually didn’t force it unless he was particularly feeling like he damn well wanted to make her mind him.
But he had other things to think about this time and so instead of making her turn around and face him, McCoy brushed her hair off to one side so he could kiss her neck and pet her until she stopped shaking.
“It’s important for you to tell me these things, darlin’. If you don’t, I can’t make sure you’re safe. So let’s try this again.” He shifted his hips, pressed his erection up against her ass just because it felt fucking fine and Rien ground down against him even though it made her squeak in pain a little bit.
“Yes, Doctor McCoy.” Rien sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. “I’ve been seeing Travis Harris from Security. He’s so nice, he doesn’t grab me or make me do anything and he’s teaching me to shoot phasers, too.” Once she’d got started, it seemed easier for her to share and Rien relaxed where she was leaning against McCoy. “And he cleaned his bathroom so it wouldn’t be disgusting when I visit. And his roommate likes kim chi which is so smelly, it’s like rotten ass marinated in more rotting ass juice.”
That was a sensory detail he could have done without, actually. McCoy chuckled in her ear and let his hands wander. Rien spread her thighs a little wider, eager for it now even as she squirmed in his lap against his cock. Maybe he ought to make her wait, make that part of her punishment too but if she’d been catting around in part because he hadn’t been tending to her that’d be counterproductive in the long run. He was going to have to add this to the schedule, then. Or maybe…
“You gonna introduce him to me or what?” This Harris proved out all fucking right, it’d be handy to have someone keeping Rien occupied. Course, if he didn’t prove out all fucking right, McCoy’d cut his dick off and feed it to him like goddamn sushi, complete with some shitting wasabi straight out of the replicator.
Rien was downright cuddly now that she was back in one of her favorite places, though she strained a bit as though she could move his fingers up to her pussy through force of will. Goddamn pushy women, McCoy thought. But it was indulgent more than anything else and he slid his fingers up the soft skin of her inner thighs until he could spread her labia and run fingertips through the slickness he’d anticipated.
Her moan was low and needy. But Rien caught her breath before she got too distracted. “As soon as he gets back from the away mission, I promise.” He believed her.
McCoy found the nub of her clit. “Good girl, baby. Good girl.”
