Disciplinary Action

Parven's smile faded, brows knitting together in a fearsome frown. "While I appreciate your...predicament, Miss Tyler, you are legally required to engage with the rules of our show to the best of your ability."

"This is the best of my ability!" Rose snapped, shifting her right hand to keep her shirt together. "I don't...I'm not from...around here!"

"Not from around here?" Parven cocked his head. "What, are you a tourist from Alpha Centauri or something?" The audience had a good chuckle at that, the ringing, choral sound of laughter all around Rose made her draw her lips into a petulant pout. "It doesn't matter where I'm from! I—I can't answer any of your stupid questions, I won't!"

Parven chuckled. "No, no, no, no. You don't seem to understand, Miss Tyler. The minute you stepped onto this set—the minute you stepped onto this station, for that matter—you became subject to the terms and conditions set forth by the Bad Wolf corporation and its associated subsidiaries," Rose's ears pricked up at that, at the two words buried among Parven's self-satisfied legalistic jargon, Bad Wolf. Now where had she heard that before?

"Satellite Five is a territory unto itself. Any rights or privileges you may think you enjoyed back on Earth? They simply don't apply here."

Rose stared him down, a note of worry piercing the false bravado she was trying so hard to project. "So? So what? What are you going to do, make me answer?"

"Of course not!" Parven waved a hand dismissively. "We can't **** good behaviour, we can, however punish bad behaviour." He punctuated the end of his sentence with a sudden snap of his fingers, and in response, Rose heard a familiar hydraulic hum. She looked over to see two figures she'd been hoping never to see up close again; Trine-E and Zu-Zanah trundled up to join Parven on the set, flanking him on either side. "There's that bratty streak. Again." Zu chided, wagging a stiff metal finger.

"Terrible, horrible, but not unexpected."

"So immature for her age, but if she'll insist on playing the brat...why, it's only fair we treat her like one."

Rose sensed danger, even before they made to move toward her. She scrambled backwards, hands still strategically placed over her chest and crotch...until she took a blind step over the edge of the set—a raised lip of flooring, below which the polished black sheen of the studio floor waited. The step out onto thin air brought with it a sudden, lurching feeling of weightlessness, and her eyes bulged in panic even as she started her descent. With a loud crash, Rose toppled over the edge of the set and onto the floor below, hands leaving her body to flail wildly in the few short seconds before impact. She hit the ground hard and landed flat on her back, legs splayed wide and barely-constrained boobs free to wobble dangerously under her shirt. When Rose looked back up at the set in front of her, she saw the robots trundling up to the edge, and peering down at her impassively. "We really did a fantastic job with that little garden down there, didn't we Zu?" Trine-E pointed openly at Rose's pussy, nude and pink and irresistible, the lips parted slightly as if in surprise. "Oh yes, we did, Trine. Perfect clarity, not a spot left untrimmed."

Rose made a scandalised, breathy squeak and quickly snapped her legs closed, grateful she had her back to the audience if only so she could hide her mortified, ruddy face from them. "S-stay away! You two are crazy! D-don't even think about touching me!"

"Brats get punished, that's just how it is. We don't make the rules, now do we, Zu?" Trine-E said.

"No we do not, Trine, but we do so enjoy enforcing them." Zu giggled, somehow managing to make it sound menacing. The robots hopped down from the edge of the set, arms already outstretched and ready to grab onto her. "No!" Rose scooted backwards, ignoring the uncomfortable burn of the polished floor on her bare bum.. "No, stay away! Stay away!!!"

*

Rose couldn't believe this was happening. She was bent—well, she'd been made to bend—over one of the school desks. Trine-E and Zu-Zanah were up front on either side of her, each of them helping pin her in place with an iron grip on one of her arms. Parven meanwhile, stood behind. Rose could have sworn she could feel his eyes on her arse, and the awareness of it was sending shivers down her spine. "S-stop looking!" Rose glanced at him over her shoulder, trying to summon a withering look of disdain, but the sheer, anticipatory terror she was feeling made it almost impossible to maintain. Parven made a face of mock innocence, "Oh, my mistake! It's just so difficult not to, I mean there's..." he held up a hand and made a grasping motion in mid-air. "So much of it to look at."

Rose huffed indignantly, facing forward again to look down at the desk before her. It was small, and with a smooth wood grain surface; a small matching chair was tucked in under it. She stood there, well aware of what needed to happen next, but unable to bring herself to take that step. She was trying to avoid picturing what she must look like to the people in the audience—face against the desk, bent at the waist, bare bum and pussy out for all to see, and Parven leering at it. Rose had an idea of what was coming next, but...it couldn't be, could it?

She snuck another awkward, lop-sided glance over her shoulder, and saw Parven had something in his hand. Where it had come from, she had no clue, but from this angle she could see it was long and thin, and on closer inspection looked to have numerous little markings on it. It looked...well, it looked almost like a...

A cold trickle of fear stabbed at her, and Rose realised with a sinking feeling in her stomach, he was holding a ruler. Rose bucked in place, trying to free herself before he decided to use it. "Stay still!" Zu slammed her right arm down onto the desk, Rose ignored it at first, until Trine-E followed suit. "No more resistance, or it will get worse for you!" She warned. Rose swallowed thickly. "What the hell are you going to do?"

"It's not us you have to worry about this time," Trine-E said. "It's him."

Rose jumped at the loud snap of the ruler on the hard surface of another desk somewhere behind her. "Listen, can we—can we just stop! Take a...an ad break or—" she was stumbling over her words, desperately searching for something to stall with. "Uh...lunchtime?"

"Sorry, Miss Tyler, it's a little too late for that." Parven said, his voice unexpectedly close behind her. "You break the rules, you cop the punishment." One more snap, this time on the edge of the desk right next to her. "Are you ready?" He asked, and in that instant, Rose was sure she'd never felt less ready in her life. Parven raised his arm, letting the moment linger for long enough that Rose glanced back, terror etched into her features. He smiled, and brought the ruler down on Rose's arse. Immediately upon contact, she cried out and bucked in place as the flat of the ruler rapped sharply against her butt cheeks. "Ooh!" She shouted, "You—you bas—"

"Language, Miss Tyler!" Parven smacked her again, the hard metal surface of the ruler biting into Rose's bounteous buns. "Stop it! This isn't—"

SMACK

"OW! Not so hard! You can't do it that ha—"

SMACK

"OWWW!"

Rose's bubble butt was already turning an angry, livid red under Parven's lashes, cheeks quivering every time another strike landed. "PLEASE! I'M NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! I GOT SEPARATED FROM MY FRIENDS AND—AH!"

SMACK

Rose's buttocks were burning. Small, rectangular indents appearing where Parven had hit her and large patches of red colouring the usually-pale skin of her haunches. She tried again and again to get up, the sting on her arse driving her mad, but Trine-E and Zu-Zanah kept her rooted on the spot. Her labia stood out stark against the deepening red of her backside, impossible to ignore, and impossible not to admire. Rose's face was a mask of embarrassment and anguish, each strike making her bite deeper and deeper into her plump bottom lip. She couldn't take it, it was too much! The spanking, the nudity, the audience! All of it happening to her while she was powerless to stop it! She found herself paradoxically wishing The Doctor would arrive at any moment and save her, but also wishing that he didn't so she might save herself the further shame of him seeing her like this...for him to stumble in and see her scantily-clad and bent over...the thought was almost too much to bear.

SMACK

Rose squealed shamefully, her bum now so inflamed it was both the shape and colour of a ripe, juicy apple, crisscrossed with streaks and indents from the ruler's unyielding surface. There was a long pause, and she thought it was over, but Parven had one more in him. "Never break the rules again, Miss Tyler." He leant down and hissed right in her ear, then straightened up and delivered a final, powerful blow, the ruler bending inwards slightly to slap against Rose's curvaceous, naked bottom. She moaned deeply, a fresh series of stings as keen and strong as if she'd just raced nude through a field of nettles radiating across the tortured surfaces of her battered butt cheeks. As before, she closed her eyes and waited for another blow...but even after another, longer pause, none arrived. She didn't dare to hope, opening one eye, and then the other...but could it be...it was over?