It's been almost a year, but I'm still alive, still writing, just slow anyways have a kinktober prompt in the middle of July. I did Not want to indent or spell and grammar check so suck it
WARNINGS: Impact play, mania?, idk what to call it, man is so in his own head it's a problem, I
You stood in the middle of the room the lab techs and assistants cowered in fear in the corner you glared at Dottore, more specifically his younger clone, was ranting and raving to himself he was manic and jittery. You'd been trying to get his attention with little to no success. Finally, you turned to the lab techs and such. "Get out." They all scampered away in a rush, not questioning anything. Once they were gone, you locked the lab, turning back to Dottore. You grabbed him mid lap of pacing and slapped him across the face, shutting him up. He stares at the floor for a long moment before looking up at you with a pout rubbing his cheek. "Ow..... what was that for?" You roll your eyes and sigh. "You've been pacing and destroying the place for the better part of an hour." Dottore looks around with a frown. "Ah... I see." "...do you want to talk about it or?" Dottore furrows his brow deep in thought. "Do it again." You stare at him blankly "be more specific do What again." You watch dottore shift weighing his pride against his to full mind. "Hit me." He requests sternly. If he was anyone else, you'd hesitate, but this was your lover, or at least one of them, so you oblige his request hitting him on the other cheek. He takes in a sharp inhale, grabbing onto your waist. "More..." He takes a moment before rushing to explain. "It makes the thoughts stop." You rub your thumb over his cheek before slapping him again. "Do you need me to make your mind quiet?" You ask sweetly, to which he nods. You take his hand and guide him to his office. It's a mess on one side and fairly clear in the other soley so it can be used to... reset the clones, this is an unfortunately common occurance in the young adult clones. You dig through his office. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he starts pacing again. Refocousing you pull out what you're looking for, it's a box that you had stashed here for such occasions, you'd be surprised by how often sex 'fixed' the clones. "Strip and kneel. Mask, too." He hesitates before removing his clothes his mask comes off last as impractical as it was. His face is scarred from being careless with his experiments but pretty nonetheless.You watch for a moment as he claws at his skin, trying to decide. You open the box and debate between your options. You drape the whip over his shoulders, watching him shudder as it touches his skin. You pull out cuffs as well as a riding crop, settign the latter off to the side. "Hands, web." Webttore's hands cross behind his back for you to cuff. With the cuffs locked in place, you look over web, his eyes are distant, and still thinking over God knows what. You step in front of him and take his chin in your hand before slapping him again. He startles at this and looks up with wide vermilion eyes. You take the riding crop in hand again and smack it against his inner thighs, forcing him to spread them. Normally, you'd chastise him for not being in the proper position but not today. Today, he just needs to override his brain, and you are More than happy to oblige.
