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spankingfemmeSo, I totally should we doing homework, but I am not. I'm a bad girl I know, but the research is done, and I just have to actually put it together into a powerpoint, so a couple hours work tops... I hope LOL!
Anyway, another pic fro my Nightmares to dreams fic!
Excerpt: (Warning this has a spanking scene right before hand, so if you don't want to read it, now's your chance to avert your eyes LOL! Not that any of you guys wouldn't expect this from me of all people! XD)
Another knock came to the door; and Pitch, not wanting to seem vulnerable, rose from the bed moving to the back of the room to stand in the far corner. He did not make a motion of inviting the visitor in though and instead stood rigidly in anticipation for their inevitable entrance.
A third knock sounded, and when no answer was made, the door burst open and North stepped inside. A hard frown was etched on his face as he scanned the room eyes eventually falling to the disheveled bed in the center.
“Pitch?” he called. “You had better be in here.” he closed the door behind him and stood in front of it now arms crossed over his chest waiting, "I wish only to speak with you."
Pitch clasped his hands loosely behind his back stepping forward just enough to have the harsh white light that reflected off the snow through the portholes cast an outline on his figure obscuring the majority of his face as he sneered, “Well I don’t wish to speak with you.”
North silently stared at Pitch, not moving from the spot he stood. Finally, he grunted and waved a hand toward the bed, "Sit," he said.
Pitch’s frown deepened as he stated flatly, “No. I’m not interested in having a heart to heart with you North. Say what you will and leave me be.” Pitch’s frustration at his current situation gave him no compunction to play along, and he wanted North to know he wasn’t planning to bow down to him.
Miffed, North finally moved, unfolding his arms and stepping forward. He balled a fist and placed it into the palm of his other hand, cracking his knuckles.
"I told you to take seat on bed, Pitch." he said, calmly, though his voice had an edge to it. "I came here to talk face to face. Do not push me to do something else."
Pitch prickled at the demand. North’s threat was not lost on Pitch, but not wanting to be told what to do either, Pitch passively remained defiant as he moved forward into the light to show some level of acquiescence but did not sit, “You have me, face to face; now spit it out.”
North continued to eye Pitch in silence, his anger and annoyance over the nightmare king's lack of obedience rising every second. He decided to let it slide, for now. After all, it was Pitch's first day with them. He couldn't expect everything to be perfect. He knew Pitch would learn in time. Sighing, he turned and dragged the rocking chair over and sat down in it, facing Pitch.
"Like I told you earlier, I think you have been alone for too long." North began, leaning back in the chair. "You have been left alone in darkness and gloom, and have forgotten what is like to be around other people. I wish to change that during your stay here. It's true that you will be prisoner. But I also want your time here to be one of learning and rehabilitation."
Pitch glowered as he paced his anger coming off of him in waves, “Rehabilitation… indeed. What audacity you people have! You think because you get an idea in your pretty little heads that you can just take me, the nightmare king, out of the picture? To what, act like one of you? I am fear! I don’t need anyone!” Even as he said this, Pitch’s heart ached at the reminder that it had been so very long since he’d actually shared a conversation that didn’t entail impending rivalry.
Slowing now, Pitch finally paused Antarctica coming to mind, and he recoiled from North shaking his head as if to clear it when thoughts of Frost and how he’d rebuked his offer flashed vividly through his head. He had been so honest with the boy, why? Was he really that sad of a creature that he’d have clung on to the hope that another would want to share in his triumphs when deep down he knew the boy had already chosen a side? Yes, he had chosen, they all had hadn’t they? Why then now did they think he could change?
North sat, his face frozen in a contemplative stare that was fixated on Pitch, his eyebrows slowly moving upward.
Pitch caught the look North was giving him, it was unreadable and left Pitch feeling uneasy. “What?” Pitch spat, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Despite Pitch’s outrage, North remained calm, casually sitting in his chair as if he were carrying on a discussion with an old friend on a porch on a Sunday afternoon, “Oh, no reason,” he shrugged. “Just waiting until you are finished venting.” he unfolded his arms and began rocking in his chair. “Even though you are prisoner, I just want you to know that you are free to move about the place whenever you wish. You will be watched at all times, of course, so do not think of leaving.” Here he gave Pitch a warning glare. “Tomorrow, I will give you list of chores that you will be expected to do to keep you busy during your stay here.”
Pitch was stunned by the rotund man’s words turning fully to regard him with disgust, “What? What do you take me for, a servant? I’m not going to perform chores for you! Have your walking fur bags or annoying gremlins do your dirty work.”
North shot up out of his chair and walked toward Pitch, stopping a few feet in front of the dark figure and looming over him, "I do not consider you a servant, Pitch!" he bellowed. "You are prisoner! The chores you will be doing are part of your punishment. Since you spend time in your dark old hole spinning plots and conjuring dark dreamsand, we thought you need something worthwhile to keep you busy. And you will perform them, or so help me I will tan your hide until it glows in dark. You have choice, Pitch. Either you remain prisoner here and work and accept rehabilitation, or you go back in hole and darkness."
Pitch backed away feeling trapped in the tiny confines that pinned him between the bed and the lumbering man in front of him leaving him no further space to retreat now as North closed in to stand in front of him like an impenetrable force. He snarled like a cornered animal, “Fine. Go ahead then. Throw me back in that hole! It’s what you’re going to do any way! If not now then tomorrow or the next day! Why bother with these trivialities, we both know how this is going to end!”
He was shaking with his fury as he spoke hoping to call the Cossack’s bluff and have him back down or commit to follow through with his threat to banish him. At least back in his lair he was his own man capable of making his own decisions. The nightmares were awful, but at least they were of his own making. If he was to be brought low, he’d rather it be by his own hands than these Guardians.
Without saying another word, North stepped forward, wrapped a large hand around Pitch’s arm, and pulled him along with him back to the rocking chair.
Pitch’s eyes went wide as he yanked uselessly against the hand pulling him inexorably forward. His efforts only afforded him to be dragged like a ragdoll in the direction North was taking him. Understanding now dawning as previous threats came to mind, Pitch squalled, “No! Unhand me! You… you can’t!”
Santa sat down in his chair again, continuing to hold Pitch in place by the arm, “Yes, I can!” he shouted, giving Pitch’s arm a yank, pulling him closer. He peered into the other man’s eyes. “When I came here to talk, I was not planning on doing this, but you now leave me no other choice because it is clear we are not getting anywhere with this conversation. I grow weary of your attitude, Pitch. You are stubborn, haughty, and cocky. Maybe spanking is just what you need to bring you around.”
Sensing that he’d pushed North too far, Pitch attempted to backpedal, “Alright! Fine! I’ll do lists! Let’s just take this back a notch. Perhaps I was being a bit… overzealous!” Pitch’s mouth was drawn tight in a stricken frown, and he looked paler than normal now as his wide eyes stared back his fear that North might actually spank him.
North’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He was pleased at seeing the sudden change in Pitch’s behavior, but he knew he was probably only saying it to get out of the impending spanking. He regarded the nightmare king a few minutes, and then proceeded to yank Pitch over his knee, “I am not convinced.” he stated bluntly.
“Wha-what!? No!” Pitch gasped as he was upended over the big man’s knees feeling a flush fill his cheeks as he scrambled desperately to remove himself from North’s lap, “Don’t you dare!” He squealed as panic began to streak through him like lightening. This couldn’t actually be happening to him!
Grunting in frustration, North grabbed onto the scrambling Pitch and positioned him over his right knee, swinging his leg over to pin Pitch’s legs in place. He pulled Pitch’s robe back and began pelting his rear with heavy swats--much heavier ones than what he had used on Pitch before, “You have been thorn in our side for years, and I aim to finally do something about it.” he said, laying down another heavy smack. “You will learn in time that you have no control here.”
As North worked to subdue Pitch, the lithe form fought as if his life depended on it, and once his legs had been pinned and his robe moved aside without further recourse, Pitch let out a blood curdling scream, “No!” The bursting pain that erupted across his rear end had Pitch arch up like a fish on a hook. He yowled in both indignation and pain, “I’ll destroy you and everything you hold dear for this!” As he said this though, North’s words rang through to him loud and clear. He didn’t have control, he hadn’t had control in a very long time. The fact that North was even able to do this to him spoke volumes of his place in the world. His chest felt tight at the thought of how easy this was for North even though he still struggled with all his might.
"And for that you get harder swats." North complied, bringing his hand down harder. "You learn right now that I will not put up with your threats, taunts, and vile words. You are still being punished for your evil deeds. We brought you here to show you some mercy. The least you could do is act like you are thankful for it." North brought his hand down swiftly in repeated slaps to the underside of Pitch's rear. "Because I don't think you want to go back to hole. I'm right, yes?"
Thankful! Was he serious? Pitch thought cringing at the new onslaught to his backside as he began to let out small squeaks of pain that he’d been holding back. He twisted and turned as best as he could, but the steel grip held him firmly in place. Realizing that he wasn’t going to avoid this in the slightest, Pitch turned his wide eyes to North as his mouth worked to formulate thoughts past the burning in his rear, “Yes! I’d rather suffer there than here! Please! Stop! I’ll go willingly!” The truth was, Pitch knew the darkness and what to expect there, this on the other hand, this, was becoming an emotional overload. He wasn’t even sure what rehabilitation meant only that they planned to change him on a fundamental level, and that thought terrified him more than the prospect of suffering the way he’d become accustomed to.
North stopped spanking and pulled the smaller man to standing, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder. He stood up himself, turned around, took out a snow globe from his pocket and threw it into a corner of the room. Immediately a portal opened to show a dark cavern with hundreds of swarming nightmares, one of which stopped at the other end of the portal to look at them… waiting. North regarded it for a few minutes and then turned his gaze to Pitch. He waved toward the portal, “Is that what you really want to go back to?” he asked. “Darkness and loneliness? ...fear?”
Pitch was relieved the spanking was over as he reached back to rub at the pain scowling at North hatefully for doing it in the first place. When North cast the snow globe into the corner, and it opened up to reveal the torment he knew so intimately, Pitch was transfixed on the image of the nightmare watching him. His heart skipped a beat as the remembered pain and loneliness became a dominant reminiscence, and a troubled expression of indecision worked its way on to his face. He swallowed hard, he had said he would prefer to go back, but now that he was confronted with the real possibility, the thought of going back made his knees feel weak. Pitch found he couldn’t respond just giving a small shake of his head no.
North studied Pitch’s reaction silently, not taking his hand off his shoulder. He looked back at the portal just in time to see one of the nightmares about to walk through it. Quickly he closed it up before the creature could come out onto this side, “That is enough of that." North said. He gently pulled Pitch over to the bed. "Now, I trust I will have no more trouble out of you."
(The story continues of course, and if you're interested in reading it, you can find it in its entirety here:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11737105/1/From-Nightmares-to-Dreams
Anyway, another pic fro my Nightmares to dreams fic!
Excerpt: (Warning this has a spanking scene right before hand, so if you don't want to read it, now's your chance to avert your eyes LOL! Not that any of you guys wouldn't expect this from me of all people! XD)
Another knock came to the door; and Pitch, not wanting to seem vulnerable, rose from the bed moving to the back of the room to stand in the far corner. He did not make a motion of inviting the visitor in though and instead stood rigidly in anticipation for their inevitable entrance.
A third knock sounded, and when no answer was made, the door burst open and North stepped inside. A hard frown was etched on his face as he scanned the room eyes eventually falling to the disheveled bed in the center.
“Pitch?” he called. “You had better be in here.” he closed the door behind him and stood in front of it now arms crossed over his chest waiting, "I wish only to speak with you."
Pitch clasped his hands loosely behind his back stepping forward just enough to have the harsh white light that reflected off the snow through the portholes cast an outline on his figure obscuring the majority of his face as he sneered, “Well I don’t wish to speak with you.”
North silently stared at Pitch, not moving from the spot he stood. Finally, he grunted and waved a hand toward the bed, "Sit," he said.
Pitch’s frown deepened as he stated flatly, “No. I’m not interested in having a heart to heart with you North. Say what you will and leave me be.” Pitch’s frustration at his current situation gave him no compunction to play along, and he wanted North to know he wasn’t planning to bow down to him.
Miffed, North finally moved, unfolding his arms and stepping forward. He balled a fist and placed it into the palm of his other hand, cracking his knuckles.
"I told you to take seat on bed, Pitch." he said, calmly, though his voice had an edge to it. "I came here to talk face to face. Do not push me to do something else."
Pitch prickled at the demand. North’s threat was not lost on Pitch, but not wanting to be told what to do either, Pitch passively remained defiant as he moved forward into the light to show some level of acquiescence but did not sit, “You have me, face to face; now spit it out.”
North continued to eye Pitch in silence, his anger and annoyance over the nightmare king's lack of obedience rising every second. He decided to let it slide, for now. After all, it was Pitch's first day with them. He couldn't expect everything to be perfect. He knew Pitch would learn in time. Sighing, he turned and dragged the rocking chair over and sat down in it, facing Pitch.
"Like I told you earlier, I think you have been alone for too long." North began, leaning back in the chair. "You have been left alone in darkness and gloom, and have forgotten what is like to be around other people. I wish to change that during your stay here. It's true that you will be prisoner. But I also want your time here to be one of learning and rehabilitation."
Pitch glowered as he paced his anger coming off of him in waves, “Rehabilitation… indeed. What audacity you people have! You think because you get an idea in your pretty little heads that you can just take me, the nightmare king, out of the picture? To what, act like one of you? I am fear! I don’t need anyone!” Even as he said this, Pitch’s heart ached at the reminder that it had been so very long since he’d actually shared a conversation that didn’t entail impending rivalry.
Slowing now, Pitch finally paused Antarctica coming to mind, and he recoiled from North shaking his head as if to clear it when thoughts of Frost and how he’d rebuked his offer flashed vividly through his head. He had been so honest with the boy, why? Was he really that sad of a creature that he’d have clung on to the hope that another would want to share in his triumphs when deep down he knew the boy had already chosen a side? Yes, he had chosen, they all had hadn’t they? Why then now did they think he could change?
North sat, his face frozen in a contemplative stare that was fixated on Pitch, his eyebrows slowly moving upward.
Pitch caught the look North was giving him, it was unreadable and left Pitch feeling uneasy. “What?” Pitch spat, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Despite Pitch’s outrage, North remained calm, casually sitting in his chair as if he were carrying on a discussion with an old friend on a porch on a Sunday afternoon, “Oh, no reason,” he shrugged. “Just waiting until you are finished venting.” he unfolded his arms and began rocking in his chair. “Even though you are prisoner, I just want you to know that you are free to move about the place whenever you wish. You will be watched at all times, of course, so do not think of leaving.” Here he gave Pitch a warning glare. “Tomorrow, I will give you list of chores that you will be expected to do to keep you busy during your stay here.”
Pitch was stunned by the rotund man’s words turning fully to regard him with disgust, “What? What do you take me for, a servant? I’m not going to perform chores for you! Have your walking fur bags or annoying gremlins do your dirty work.”
North shot up out of his chair and walked toward Pitch, stopping a few feet in front of the dark figure and looming over him, "I do not consider you a servant, Pitch!" he bellowed. "You are prisoner! The chores you will be doing are part of your punishment. Since you spend time in your dark old hole spinning plots and conjuring dark dreamsand, we thought you need something worthwhile to keep you busy. And you will perform them, or so help me I will tan your hide until it glows in dark. You have choice, Pitch. Either you remain prisoner here and work and accept rehabilitation, or you go back in hole and darkness."
Pitch backed away feeling trapped in the tiny confines that pinned him between the bed and the lumbering man in front of him leaving him no further space to retreat now as North closed in to stand in front of him like an impenetrable force. He snarled like a cornered animal, “Fine. Go ahead then. Throw me back in that hole! It’s what you’re going to do any way! If not now then tomorrow or the next day! Why bother with these trivialities, we both know how this is going to end!”
He was shaking with his fury as he spoke hoping to call the Cossack’s bluff and have him back down or commit to follow through with his threat to banish him. At least back in his lair he was his own man capable of making his own decisions. The nightmares were awful, but at least they were of his own making. If he was to be brought low, he’d rather it be by his own hands than these Guardians.
Without saying another word, North stepped forward, wrapped a large hand around Pitch’s arm, and pulled him along with him back to the rocking chair.
Pitch’s eyes went wide as he yanked uselessly against the hand pulling him inexorably forward. His efforts only afforded him to be dragged like a ragdoll in the direction North was taking him. Understanding now dawning as previous threats came to mind, Pitch squalled, “No! Unhand me! You… you can’t!”
Santa sat down in his chair again, continuing to hold Pitch in place by the arm, “Yes, I can!” he shouted, giving Pitch’s arm a yank, pulling him closer. He peered into the other man’s eyes. “When I came here to talk, I was not planning on doing this, but you now leave me no other choice because it is clear we are not getting anywhere with this conversation. I grow weary of your attitude, Pitch. You are stubborn, haughty, and cocky. Maybe spanking is just what you need to bring you around.”
Sensing that he’d pushed North too far, Pitch attempted to backpedal, “Alright! Fine! I’ll do lists! Let’s just take this back a notch. Perhaps I was being a bit… overzealous!” Pitch’s mouth was drawn tight in a stricken frown, and he looked paler than normal now as his wide eyes stared back his fear that North might actually spank him.
North’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He was pleased at seeing the sudden change in Pitch’s behavior, but he knew he was probably only saying it to get out of the impending spanking. He regarded the nightmare king a few minutes, and then proceeded to yank Pitch over his knee, “I am not convinced.” he stated bluntly.
“Wha-what!? No!” Pitch gasped as he was upended over the big man’s knees feeling a flush fill his cheeks as he scrambled desperately to remove himself from North’s lap, “Don’t you dare!” He squealed as panic began to streak through him like lightening. This couldn’t actually be happening to him!
Grunting in frustration, North grabbed onto the scrambling Pitch and positioned him over his right knee, swinging his leg over to pin Pitch’s legs in place. He pulled Pitch’s robe back and began pelting his rear with heavy swats--much heavier ones than what he had used on Pitch before, “You have been thorn in our side for years, and I aim to finally do something about it.” he said, laying down another heavy smack. “You will learn in time that you have no control here.”
As North worked to subdue Pitch, the lithe form fought as if his life depended on it, and once his legs had been pinned and his robe moved aside without further recourse, Pitch let out a blood curdling scream, “No!” The bursting pain that erupted across his rear end had Pitch arch up like a fish on a hook. He yowled in both indignation and pain, “I’ll destroy you and everything you hold dear for this!” As he said this though, North’s words rang through to him loud and clear. He didn’t have control, he hadn’t had control in a very long time. The fact that North was even able to do this to him spoke volumes of his place in the world. His chest felt tight at the thought of how easy this was for North even though he still struggled with all his might.
"And for that you get harder swats." North complied, bringing his hand down harder. "You learn right now that I will not put up with your threats, taunts, and vile words. You are still being punished for your evil deeds. We brought you here to show you some mercy. The least you could do is act like you are thankful for it." North brought his hand down swiftly in repeated slaps to the underside of Pitch's rear. "Because I don't think you want to go back to hole. I'm right, yes?"
Thankful! Was he serious? Pitch thought cringing at the new onslaught to his backside as he began to let out small squeaks of pain that he’d been holding back. He twisted and turned as best as he could, but the steel grip held him firmly in place. Realizing that he wasn’t going to avoid this in the slightest, Pitch turned his wide eyes to North as his mouth worked to formulate thoughts past the burning in his rear, “Yes! I’d rather suffer there than here! Please! Stop! I’ll go willingly!” The truth was, Pitch knew the darkness and what to expect there, this on the other hand, this, was becoming an emotional overload. He wasn’t even sure what rehabilitation meant only that they planned to change him on a fundamental level, and that thought terrified him more than the prospect of suffering the way he’d become accustomed to.
North stopped spanking and pulled the smaller man to standing, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder. He stood up himself, turned around, took out a snow globe from his pocket and threw it into a corner of the room. Immediately a portal opened to show a dark cavern with hundreds of swarming nightmares, one of which stopped at the other end of the portal to look at them… waiting. North regarded it for a few minutes and then turned his gaze to Pitch. He waved toward the portal, “Is that what you really want to go back to?” he asked. “Darkness and loneliness? ...fear?”
Pitch was relieved the spanking was over as he reached back to rub at the pain scowling at North hatefully for doing it in the first place. When North cast the snow globe into the corner, and it opened up to reveal the torment he knew so intimately, Pitch was transfixed on the image of the nightmare watching him. His heart skipped a beat as the remembered pain and loneliness became a dominant reminiscence, and a troubled expression of indecision worked its way on to his face. He swallowed hard, he had said he would prefer to go back, but now that he was confronted with the real possibility, the thought of going back made his knees feel weak. Pitch found he couldn’t respond just giving a small shake of his head no.
North studied Pitch’s reaction silently, not taking his hand off his shoulder. He looked back at the portal just in time to see one of the nightmares about to walk through it. Quickly he closed it up before the creature could come out onto this side, “That is enough of that." North said. He gently pulled Pitch over to the bed. "Now, I trust I will have no more trouble out of you."
(The story continues of course, and if you're interested in reading it, you can find it in its entirety here:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11737105/1/From-Nightmares-to-Dreams
