Licence to spank {A SKYFALL RP} JadeRulez123

[AlfaStag3711]

A month on from the death of the old head of MI6 still fairly recent; the death of someone who James bond, a 00 status agent with a licenses to kill had mistakenly got close to and was now having to adjust to calling her old lackey, Gareth Mallory...M was taking it’s toile on the man. He had been croaking at just the word of it recently.

To M, Q or any other outsider looking in, this seemed strange given that weeks ago he was all fine and acting as if no death had even occurred. But what they hadn’t known, is that this week was one of the hardest times for James, given it was the anniversary of when he first met the feisty woman that was good enough to call his second mother.

Having been called into the Head office at MI6 headquarters, a scruffy looking man of about 5ft 11. His clothing was covered in mud and his face was hidden behind rough stubble, Too his seat opposite M. Having just boarded of a plane from Cambodia just six hours ago, he was already in the office taking lectures of a somebody that used to be a nobody. And four hours earlier a plane flight listening to M’s sectary say that Bond’s ransom had cost them nearly the whole of the MI6 profits.

“Like I said Dolph Bret was a Dead end.” He sighed, the strong smell of red wine escaping with his breath. His bloodshot eyes met with M’s who didn’t look too happy about his attitude and the fact the when Bond meant ‘dead end’ he means that’s what the outcome James had given him now was.

He just shrugged off all the comments about his life could have been spared and then the job wouldn’t have been messy and we wouldn’t have to pay the enemy 2million riel’s, equivalent of one and a half million pounds for his ransom to be freed.

He had spent the first week of his new mission hung up in chains by the arms and interrogated for answers... but James Bond didn’t give them... Most of the time he found the many attempts of torture slightly amusing and others were extremely painful, he never really discusses the happenings of events with anyone and he wasn’t planning to start now and yet Mallory was looking like he was about to try or worse punish him for almost sending the MI6 into bankruptcy.

[KingCrowley]

Mallory eyed James carefully as he took a seat, this man was meant to be one of their best agents and here he was gallivanting off half drunken and unfocused, almost costing the MI6 millions for ransom money. He paid the fee of course, wondering bitterly if that was the right decision to make, James had been slacking off recently and he knew this must be some link with M's death.

"I don't think you grasp the severity of this situation Bond, because of your little stunt, and your feeling sorry for yourself attitude, you cost us millions in ransom money, the only reason I saved your hide was because you are a valued, top agent and I know right now you're going through hell."

He stood up from his desk and leaned against it, folding his arms sternly and looking down at the agent. "This pity behavior stops here James, you are unfocused and though you'll deny it, you certainly need correction and an emotional release of your loss." he then sighed and pulled out a chair from the corner, to the middle of the room. "Fortunately I know a method that will allow both to conquer." he then took James' arm and made him stand.

"I assume you're familiar with the concept of Corporal Punishment? More specifically, a bare bottom whipping?" he asked, keeping a firm grip on his arm.

[AlfaStag3711]

James listened and stood up, feeling a firm grasp upon his arm. “I don’t have any Emotional issue, sir and yes I have come across the term and have you heard the phrase a good dog never heals or barks quietly, if you think your getting me to bend over with my hands on that chair M, you have another thing coming. Boss or no Boss... I’m not prepared to be humiliated because I do things my way and I never said you had to pay for my freedom and personally I think that’s Bloody Cheap, the cheek of it.” Bond smirked with his arms crossed looking over to the chair.

He knew that now with Mallory’s arm now better, he had no change against the man. Especially giving how weak James was feeling.

The thought of the man giving him a few lashing made him nauseous, he could take a beating and a hot poker from some thug in India but a good licking off one’s boss is enough to turn any 00 into a weed.... The last time he was generally punished for his wrongs and lip was at the age of seven by his father, Andrew for lying about hiding his shot gun from the Game cabinet.

[KingCrowley]

Mallory shot James a dangerous look. "Your mouth is certainly not helping your case or for me to think otherwise." he answered, tone as stern as ever. "Of course I don't expect you to take your punishment standing, oh no, only mature agents have that honor, you on the other hand, sir, will be bent over my knee like the small child you are behaving like."

With that he sat down in the chair and hauled James over his knee like a naughty seven year old. He held him down firmly and shifted his right knee so the man's bottom was aimed higher than the rest of his body. "Now then, let's begin." he said , a small smile on his lips at the position he had James in.

He gave him no warning before pulling down his trousers and then his boxers, all the way to his knees, exposing his bottom. "I want you to re-think your current strategies Bond, and perhaps next time, you wont earn yourself another spanking." he lectured before reaching over to the desk and grabbing a long wooden ruler, he lightly tapped it across his backside.

"Anything to say, Bond?" he asked, before he began.

[AlfaStag3711]

It was clear that Bond was getting worked up and the stress of getting used to the new regimes Mallory has set into place was beginning to really piss the 00 off. Firstly, He had complained about his drinking habits and accused him of been an alcoholic and an unworthy agent, yet he still gave him to mission to Cambodia, second, he has to put up with the abuse of his sectary on a flight back to London and thirdly he was now saying he was an immature child.

At that last, he was dragged and lifted onto M’s knee before he had chance to say anything his bottom was bared. The dirty blonde’s face was livid. Subsequently, asked if he had any words as he watched Gareth pick up the 30 cm ruler and hovering it over his well proportioned backside.

James let out a breath but then bit his lip as he forgot his place. “No sir.” He grunted behind the whack he had just received. The whack wasn’t as painful as some of the stuff he had endeavoured but the effect still remained the same.

James just remained still and thinking on what M would have in store next... ‘ Enter my home and pour my vintage wines and spirits down the sink, have him personally cuffed to his side until he can be trusted to be on his own, attend un-needed counselling sessions for supposed grief?’

“Ugh.” Bond cheeks puffed up with each whack as more anger pumped in his blood.

[KingCrowley]

Mallory raised the ruler after James' answer and brought it down with a loud CRACK across his backside, making sure to strike both cheeks equally. He waited until an angry red stripe appeared before landing another whack, in a different place this time. Oh he would spank the man hard until he broke, unfortunately for James, he needed the agent in tears before he started to lecture him, just to be sure his words would sink in.

He raised the ruler again, landing each whack harder than the last. He chose a rhythm of applying ten solid whacks across both cheeks, then double that to the sensitive, painful under curves where he knew it would make the most impact.

He needed James to seriously re-think his behavior and if he had to be harsh, then he would.

[AlfaStag3711]

As more harsh slaps came down upon the man's rump, James bucked slightly as they began to sting... then when M attacked more in other places. James let out a few loud groans. Thinking that if the man continues and attacks his sit spots or worse... his Really sensitive area (witch he knew or rather hoped Mallory would be against). Then they would be something for James to actually growl over, seen as those areas where still sore from the cambodian terrorists interrigation; along with his back and all down his left thigh, that had a torn muscle.

"If you think your going to make my Bloody Cry Mallory, you can think again." he barked.

"ARGH"

[KingCrowley]

"You're really not helping yourself James, if I have to do this all day just to get you to see sense, then I will." Mallory answered and landed some firmer whacks to the sensitive sit spots, making angry red stripes appear over them quickly and in an array of directions. "But I'm not going to begin lecturing until you break down, so it's up to you."

He started to whack the ruler down over the back of both legs, making sure to leave an impressionable sting while he did so. Then he moved back to striking his under curves and then back to his bottom again, not being extremely harsh but landing enough force to leave a terrible burning sting.

[AlfaStag3711]

James bit his lip hard and took in what M was saying, he wasn't going to break down in front of him,not a chance!

James's legs began to kick as M worked on his tender sit spot and letting enough time between hits for it to sting. His whole leg began to pulse as a burning pain shot down it from the slaps it was inducing.

James yelled in pain as his raw ass and already sore thigh was getting redder and redder, he let out another hell followed by some curising of words as the sting began burning up a pulsing fire down his hamstring and his buttocks.

"You know Dolph's thugs already tore that. There's no need to add more friction to it. BOSS."

[KingCrowley]

"Well if you had been a good little agent, you wouldn't be in this position would you now James?" Mallory asked, intending with purpose to make James feel as young as possible. "Just so you know, I'll be using this method more often to keep you within line, I can't afford to lose you Bond, you're a valued agent and very resourceful." he somewhat complimented before striking his under curves yet again.

"And stop biting your lip, it's going to bleed otherwise." Mallory scolded, landing harder strokes to his bottom again.