I said no phone
Title: I said no phone Fandom: Now and again. Pair: Dr. Morris/Michael Wiseman Implements: Resistance band and Car hose. Punishment spanking.
Now and Again
Michael Wiseman was a good family man. He was accidentally shoved in front of a moving subway train, and he died. The Government has a scientist, Dr. Theodore Morris, who kept Michael's brain alive and he implanted it in a genetically enhanced body. They owned him and they controlled him. They forbid him to contact his grieving family. If he were to contact them, they would all be killed, because Michael was a top-secret project. He lived in an apartment paid for by the government. He was being watched by the scientist that “made” him. They controlled when he woke, slept, and ate. He was their experiment. When he screwed up, there were consequences!
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Michael was laying in bed under his covers dressing after his shower. He was sure he was being watched 24/7.
“I know you're here. I know you're watching me, and I don't like it.”
He put his shirt on, laid back on his pillow with his arms folded over his chest.
“I'm lonely,” He paused, “And I miss...everybody. I miss my wife and my daughter. I even miss me. I miss seeing myself when I look in the mir...,”
The lights went out as scheduled. He rolled over and looked at the clock.
“Huh, twenty-three hundred hours right on the nose. You guys are something.”
“Thank you,” Dr. Morris said as he surprised Michael. “I'm sorry you're having such a hard time with all of this.”
“You're watching me aren't ya? All the time?”
“No,” Dr. answered.
“Oh, great. So I could just walk out?” Michael asked.
“It's been a difficult first week for all of us.”
“I guess I'm not making myself clear. What I'm trying to tell you is that I no longer wish to participate. I just want....I just want my life or rather my death back please,” He begged.
“It doesn't work that way. This wasn't a trial offer Mr. Wiseman.”
They were both silent and Michael turned over and laid on his stomach. He hugged his pillow with a sad look on his face. Michael asked about his funeral and Dr. Morris told him that his wife wore orange and Michael smiled thinking about her in that dress. The Dr. told him the sky was blue with a lovely faint breeze.
“There is a drug I can give you that will effectively erase your memory, not learning, just your memory to make it easier for you,” Morris explained. “You stay just as bright as you are.”
“You don't understand,” Michael explained. “my memory, it's all I've got.”
“Okay, it's just a thought. I'm learning too,” Dr. said, “Hey, do you mind if I make a pit-stop before I go home?”
“My waste collection room is your waste collection room,” he replied.
The doctor removed his jacket and threw it on the bed as he headed into the bathroom. Michael looked at the jacket and an idea sparked in his head. Michael saw the doctor's phone flashing green and he grabbed it out of the doctor's pocket. He quickly flipped it open and dialed Lisa, his wife.
“Hello, is anyone there?” she asked. He hesitated.......
“Leesee,” he whispered. (his nickname for her.)
They were both silent for a long while. Michael hears the toilet flushing and shut the phone, put it back, and laid back down. Dr. Morris came out of the bathroom, grabbed his jacket, and put it on, then headed towards the door. Then he said.
“We have an exhibition set up for tomorrow. It's a little something I'm putting together for the few senators and congressmen we have to take into our confidence to get our funding. Perhaps you will find the change of routine refreshing.”
Dr. Morris headed out the door and his phone rang. Michael jumped and looked worried. In his head, he was praying for it not to be Lisa.
“Hello, no I don't recall having dialed that number,” He slowly turned and looked back at Michael laying in the bed looking guilty, “No, I don't know a Lisa Wiseman. I'm sorry your sleep was disturbed. I can assure you it will NEVER happen again! Goodnight Mrs. Wiseman.”
Michael closed his eyes, knowing he was caught and in trouble. Dr. Morris hung up his phone and stared at Michael.
“Did I give you the impression that I was kidding about your family being killed to protect your identity?”
“No sir.”
Doctor Morris sent a quick text then said,
“Come with me now.”
He reached for Michael's hand and pulled him out of his bed. Michael's eyes got large, not knowing what was about to happen, but knew he messed up.
“You do exactly as I tell you or I make the phone call. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir.”
Michael was worried. Was his memory going to get erased because of his mess up?
“Please don't hurt them, or take my memories. I'll do whatever you want.”
“This is your only warning Mr. Wiseman. I am going to spank you long enough and hard enough that you know I mean business. Now bend over and hang on to the ladder of the pool.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No sir.”
Michael walked over to his indoor pool/gym area and bent over grabbing the ladder railings. The Doctor grabbed one of the black resistance bands from the rack next to the weight bench. He folded it over and took up position behind him. He brought it down hard over and over. Michael began to squirm and yelp right away. He had tried to hold still and not scream out, but every swat was like 1,000 bees stinging his backside and thighs.
“I own you and if I say to do or not to do something, you need to listen to me is that clear?
“Yes sir,” He cried out.
He was crying before the doctor was finished. When the doctor moved more to his thighs, his crying out increased. After a few more swats, doctor Morris hung the band back up. He had gotten an answer to his text. He read is then said,
“Stand up and follow me.”
Michael couldn't answer, but he nodded. Dr. Morris handed him a towel for his face.
“Put your slippers on, we are going for a ride.”
Michael followed orders. He tried, but couldn't sit still in the car. He hated the smile on the Doctor's face. He was so frustrated. He missed his family, he missed his life, he didn't want his family killed, but he didn't want to lose his memories either. His eyes got big when he realized that they were headed to his house.
“No, please! I won't contact them again. Don't hurt them,” He begged, “Come on Dr. Morris, punish me however you want, just leave my family alone!”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes sir, I do. I'll behave!” he promised.
“Time will tell!”
Shall I turn around?” The driver asked.
“No, keep going.”
“No, please!” Michael begged.
Michael didn't know the text was confirmation that his wife and daughter were currently not at home. There was no danger to his family at all.
“Do as I say and nobody will get hurt, well besides you that is..”
Michael thought his family would be in danger if he wasn't careful.
“Okay, please leave them alone.”
“Follow me.”
Michael slowly got out and followed Dr. Morris into the garage. He stood around and waited for more instructions. Dr. Morris was looking around for something. He finally found what he was looking for.
“Okay Michael, if this happens again, I will take more extreme measures. Lower your Pajama bottoms and bend over the motorcycle.”
He knew there wasn't much difference in the pain level of the PJ bottoms up or down. The reason he made him take them down was to prove to Michael that he belonged to the government and needed to obey Dr. Morris. Michael obeyed all instructions. He resolved to be quiet so he didn't wake his family. The doctor had found a car hose and began to reignite the fire in Michael's backside
“OW OW, Son of a Bitch! I got the message! STOP!” Michael tried to keep it down but that hose hurt!
“Please, Please stop!”
“No more contact. Understand?”
“Yes, no more contact,” he sobbed.
Doctor Morris patted Michael on the back.
“All done, fix your clothes and we will be on our way home.”
Michael instantly fixed his clothes.
“What about my family?”
“They are safe for now. They aren't home. Let's go.”
They got in the car and headed back to the apartment. The doctor walked him in.
“I'll see you in the morning, Michael.”
“You expect me to carry on like normal?”
“I told you that we have an exhibition set up for tomorrow. See you at 7am.
“Yes sir.”
The Dr. left and Michel decided he needed a shower. He got under the water and screamed. He didn't expect the water to hurt so much. He turned it to cold to try and numb his butt. When he got out, of course, he had to check the damage in the mirror. He couldn't believe how red he was. There would be some bruising from the hose too. He decided to forgo underwear and just slid on his bottoms and climbed into bed. He laid there thinking of his wife as he drifted off to sleep.
