Ficlet: Punishment
Title: Punishment
Author: mideltone_one
Word Count: 554
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Guy, OFC
Spoilers/Warnings: Slashy. The choice of genre is somewhat ironic.
Summary: Allan wishes he hadn’t opened the door
Disclaimer:The Robin Hood characters written about here belong to Tiger Aspect and the British Broadcasting Corporation. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor is any money being made. I don't own them - if I did I'd be too busy drooling to write! All mistakes are mine.
He didn't know what it was that made him turn around, and for some time afterwards he'd wish he hadn't, but the moans had been bloodcurdling, and since Gisborne wasn't in the habit of bringing his torturing work home with him, Allan had deduced that something must be wrong. His days in Robin's gang had taught him how to move stealthily, and he now put those skills to the test, creeping into Locksley Manor, and up the stairs to the second largest bedroom.
It wasn't his room of course. Despite being Gisborne's second in command, his new master had decided that a smaller, all together dingier room would do, well out of the way. As an act of retaliation, Allan would often move to the larger room in the dark of night; it was his way of getting one over on Guy, though he realised he shouldn't really complain; after all any room was better than no room, at the end of the day. Hearing another muffled scream, he decided it was as well that he wasn't in the room today, but he also knew he would have to find out what was happening in there.
"Is everything all right in there?" he asked, having knocked once on the door. Not waiting for a reply, he swung the door open and stepped into the room. He'd seen all sorts of things since he'd started working for Guy, but nothing quite like this before. Kneeling on the floor, on all floors was a man, wearing leather breeches and a leather tunic. His head was covered by a leather hood, with eye, ear, and mouth holes, although the mouth hole was laced shut, preventing anything but moans being heard. Allan wasn't entirely sure that ‘wearing’ was the right word when the breeches had large holes in them exposing the wearer's buttocks. Said buttocks were striped with red marks, the source of which was plain to see.
Standing beside the kneeling figure, holding a length of thin willow branch like a cane, stood somebody Allan thought he recognised. "Peter?" he asked, in misbelief, "Is that you?"
Peter shuffled uncomfortably before replying, "Yes sir, Master A Dale sir."
Alan paused for a moment, wondering what one of the castle's guards was doing all the way out here, seemingly punishing a miscreant. "Has Sir Guy forced you into this?" he asked, hoping for a positive response.
Peter swallowed hard before answering. "No, sir" he said in a stuttering manner, "Sir Guy would never ask me to do anything like this."
When he'd said the words "Sir Guy" the guard's eyes had flicked down to the figure on the floor. Following them, Allan noticed the scar on the figure's arm, just like the one Guy had where his tattoo had been removed. Two and two suddenly made four. Trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all, Allan replied, "No, of course not, a benevolent man like Sir Guy of Gisborne would never force anyone to be involved in something like this. I see you have work to do, so I'll let you return to punishing this worthless peasant." As he closed the door, he couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard a slight growl from the hooded figure, just before the swish of the cane began again.
Author: mideltone_one
Word Count: 554
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Guy, OFC
Spoilers/Warnings: Slashy. The choice of genre is somewhat ironic.
Summary: Allan wishes he hadn’t opened the door
Disclaimer:The Robin Hood characters written about here belong to Tiger Aspect and the British Broadcasting Corporation. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor is any money being made. I don't own them - if I did I'd be too busy drooling to write! All mistakes are mine.
He didn't know what it was that made him turn around, and for some time afterwards he'd wish he hadn't, but the moans had been bloodcurdling, and since Gisborne wasn't in the habit of bringing his torturing work home with him, Allan had deduced that something must be wrong. His days in Robin's gang had taught him how to move stealthily, and he now put those skills to the test, creeping into Locksley Manor, and up the stairs to the second largest bedroom.
It wasn't his room of course. Despite being Gisborne's second in command, his new master had decided that a smaller, all together dingier room would do, well out of the way. As an act of retaliation, Allan would often move to the larger room in the dark of night; it was his way of getting one over on Guy, though he realised he shouldn't really complain; after all any room was better than no room, at the end of the day. Hearing another muffled scream, he decided it was as well that he wasn't in the room today, but he also knew he would have to find out what was happening in there.
"Is everything all right in there?" he asked, having knocked once on the door. Not waiting for a reply, he swung the door open and stepped into the room. He'd seen all sorts of things since he'd started working for Guy, but nothing quite like this before. Kneeling on the floor, on all floors was a man, wearing leather breeches and a leather tunic. His head was covered by a leather hood, with eye, ear, and mouth holes, although the mouth hole was laced shut, preventing anything but moans being heard. Allan wasn't entirely sure that ‘wearing’ was the right word when the breeches had large holes in them exposing the wearer's buttocks. Said buttocks were striped with red marks, the source of which was plain to see.
Standing beside the kneeling figure, holding a length of thin willow branch like a cane, stood somebody Allan thought he recognised. "Peter?" he asked, in misbelief, "Is that you?"
Peter shuffled uncomfortably before replying, "Yes sir, Master A Dale sir."
Alan paused for a moment, wondering what one of the castle's guards was doing all the way out here, seemingly punishing a miscreant. "Has Sir Guy forced you into this?" he asked, hoping for a positive response.
Peter swallowed hard before answering. "No, sir" he said in a stuttering manner, "Sir Guy would never ask me to do anything like this."
When he'd said the words "Sir Guy" the guard's eyes had flicked down to the figure on the floor. Following them, Allan noticed the scar on the figure's arm, just like the one Guy had where his tattoo had been removed. Two and two suddenly made four. Trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all, Allan replied, "No, of course not, a benevolent man like Sir Guy of Gisborne would never force anyone to be involved in something like this. I see you have work to do, so I'll let you return to punishing this worthless peasant." As he closed the door, he couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard a slight growl from the hooded figure, just before the swish of the cane began again.