FIC - What's Due (my very first Firefly fic, for a challenge)
Title: What’s Due
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
A/N: Written for darkwingduckie7’s prompt at spanking-world. Mal decides to supplement his airlock conversation with Jayne by giving him a real punishment for his actions. I have never written Firefly fic before, though I am a huge fan of the show. I tried to include some of their lovely and unique speech patterns here, and I really hope this does not suck.
After the brief but terrifying incident in the airlock, Jayne was nowhere near ready to raise his captain’s hackles again. So when Mal said he wanted to see him, alone, he didn’t hesitate a moment, showing up exactly on time at Mal’s bunk.
“You wanted to see me?” he asked, quickly adding, “Captain?”
“I did. It’s really important that I got my message across earlier, about loyalty and betrayal”, Mal replied, his voice calm and neutral.
“You did, sir, absolutely. I know you were angry-”
Suddenly yelling and in his face, Mal responded. “Angry? You think that covers it, Jayne? And here you are, already saying ‘were’, like I’m not still angry. Yeah, I’ve calmed down a bit, and I’m not going to threaten to kill you again, but I don’t think we’re entirely finished with that conversation.”
Jayne couldn’t look anywhere but at his feet. “I told you I was sorry, I know what I did was wrong. I know a lot of things I do are wrong, in some people’s opinions.”
“You don’t need to spend a second thinking about the opinion of anyone else but me, you got that? And what you did was, in fact, wrong, that’s not an opinion. Whatever I decide here, ain’t none of it opinion. You ought to already know that, but I’m thinkin’ maybe you need a reminder.”
“I was reminded plenty when you threatened to kill me, Captain”, Jayne replied, already feeling meek, which was a decidedly uncomfortable experience.
“Well now you’re gonna get another reminder.” Mal turned to fetch a scary-looking wooden cane from the cabinet by the bed and continued, “You got a peck of ornery about you, it’s gettin’ awful common for you to run afoul of me here. I don’t reckon I care for it much.”
Jayne’s eyes went wide when he saw the cane, he knew what it was, how it got used, and could only say, “Gou shi”, quietly.
“Yeah. Borrowed it from Inara. Gou shi for you. I’m tryin’ to guess whether or not you’re gonna fight me here, but I’m laying my odds on ‘no’, since you already know you’re leng gong with me. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for me to clean your housing, Jayne.”
“I ain’t gonna fight you, Captain. Punish me as you see fit, but you said you weren’t gonna tell the others what I did. If they hear…”
“Ain’t no shortage of infractions you coulda racked up outside what you did in the ‘Verse to run afoul of me. Not like there’s some rule says you gotta cry and scream, anyway. Just take it, Jayne, you’re a tough guy, right?”
Jayne gathered his courage. It was true, he was a ‘tough guy’. Even when his life was threatened. Just not as much when he realized he’d done something bad and didn’t want everyone and their uncle (or crazy sister, whatever), to find out about it. Not like he didn’t still have his pride. Kind of. Mostly.
“Yes, sir” was the only reply he could give.
“Drop trou, then, boy. Hands on your knees. Don’t move, either. I’ll leave it up to you if you want to chance cryin’ out or if you want me to quiet you before you get the opportunity.”
“If you’d - if you wouldn’t mind, I’d rather not take the risk, Captain.”
With a quick movement, Mal shoved a belt between Jayne’s lips. “Bite down when you wanna yell. I’ve no intention to humiliate you in the eyes of anyone else on this ship. This is only to serve as a reminder, in case you ever get such a fool idea in your head again.”
Not a minute passed before that wicked cane started raining down on Jayne’s ass. The strikes were quick and brutal, without more than a second or two in between, giving him no time to recover between one and the next. Suddenly, he found he was grateful for something to bite down on as he was unable to choke back first the cries of pain, then the screams of agony as Mal lashed him with the cane ten times, then fifteen, the initial sting giving way to a spreading pain in all directions after each stroke. They started landing on the back of his legs then, and Jayne was hard-pressed to stay in place, but he managed to be still. He’d silently counted twenty before it was over. By that time he was sobbing, a snotty teary mess, bent over with his pants around his ankles, barely any room left for humiliation of it all as the pain, the fucking almost unbearable pain took over.
Once he realized it was over, Jayne still couldn’t muster the strength to stand.
“Straighten up, now, cover yourself. I’m done with you”, Mal said, collecting his belt from between Jayne’s teeth. “Go on now, git, back to your bunk, and stay there until I tell you to come out.”
No argument there. Jayne did as he was told, making his way back to his own quarters desperately hoping that no one would see him limping and still leaking tears. He couldn’t bear the idea that anyone would know he’d just been thrashed to a sobbing mess by their captain.
Thankfully, he managed to get there without encountering anyone else on the crew. Once he got to where he was going, though, he wondered. Was this the first time Mal had borrowed that cane from Inara? Or just the first time he’d been the one on the receiving end? Once or twice, he’d suspected it.
Either way, it was all right. He’d be in his bunk for a good while. Maybe someone would bring him some food.
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
A/N: Written for darkwingduckie7’s prompt at spanking-world. Mal decides to supplement his airlock conversation with Jayne by giving him a real punishment for his actions. I have never written Firefly fic before, though I am a huge fan of the show. I tried to include some of their lovely and unique speech patterns here, and I really hope this does not suck.
After the brief but terrifying incident in the airlock, Jayne was nowhere near ready to raise his captain’s hackles again. So when Mal said he wanted to see him, alone, he didn’t hesitate a moment, showing up exactly on time at Mal’s bunk.
“You wanted to see me?” he asked, quickly adding, “Captain?”
“I did. It’s really important that I got my message across earlier, about loyalty and betrayal”, Mal replied, his voice calm and neutral.
“You did, sir, absolutely. I know you were angry-”
Suddenly yelling and in his face, Mal responded. “Angry? You think that covers it, Jayne? And here you are, already saying ‘were’, like I’m not still angry. Yeah, I’ve calmed down a bit, and I’m not going to threaten to kill you again, but I don’t think we’re entirely finished with that conversation.”
Jayne couldn’t look anywhere but at his feet. “I told you I was sorry, I know what I did was wrong. I know a lot of things I do are wrong, in some people’s opinions.”
“You don’t need to spend a second thinking about the opinion of anyone else but me, you got that? And what you did was, in fact, wrong, that’s not an opinion. Whatever I decide here, ain’t none of it opinion. You ought to already know that, but I’m thinkin’ maybe you need a reminder.”
“I was reminded plenty when you threatened to kill me, Captain”, Jayne replied, already feeling meek, which was a decidedly uncomfortable experience.
“Well now you’re gonna get another reminder.” Mal turned to fetch a scary-looking wooden cane from the cabinet by the bed and continued, “You got a peck of ornery about you, it’s gettin’ awful common for you to run afoul of me here. I don’t reckon I care for it much.”
Jayne’s eyes went wide when he saw the cane, he knew what it was, how it got used, and could only say, “Gou shi”, quietly.
“Yeah. Borrowed it from Inara. Gou shi for you. I’m tryin’ to guess whether or not you’re gonna fight me here, but I’m laying my odds on ‘no’, since you already know you’re leng gong with me. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for me to clean your housing, Jayne.”
“I ain’t gonna fight you, Captain. Punish me as you see fit, but you said you weren’t gonna tell the others what I did. If they hear…”
“Ain’t no shortage of infractions you coulda racked up outside what you did in the ‘Verse to run afoul of me. Not like there’s some rule says you gotta cry and scream, anyway. Just take it, Jayne, you’re a tough guy, right?”
Jayne gathered his courage. It was true, he was a ‘tough guy’. Even when his life was threatened. Just not as much when he realized he’d done something bad and didn’t want everyone and their uncle (or crazy sister, whatever), to find out about it. Not like he didn’t still have his pride. Kind of. Mostly.
“Yes, sir” was the only reply he could give.
“Drop trou, then, boy. Hands on your knees. Don’t move, either. I’ll leave it up to you if you want to chance cryin’ out or if you want me to quiet you before you get the opportunity.”
“If you’d - if you wouldn’t mind, I’d rather not take the risk, Captain.”
With a quick movement, Mal shoved a belt between Jayne’s lips. “Bite down when you wanna yell. I’ve no intention to humiliate you in the eyes of anyone else on this ship. This is only to serve as a reminder, in case you ever get such a fool idea in your head again.”
Not a minute passed before that wicked cane started raining down on Jayne’s ass. The strikes were quick and brutal, without more than a second or two in between, giving him no time to recover between one and the next. Suddenly, he found he was grateful for something to bite down on as he was unable to choke back first the cries of pain, then the screams of agony as Mal lashed him with the cane ten times, then fifteen, the initial sting giving way to a spreading pain in all directions after each stroke. They started landing on the back of his legs then, and Jayne was hard-pressed to stay in place, but he managed to be still. He’d silently counted twenty before it was over. By that time he was sobbing, a snotty teary mess, bent over with his pants around his ankles, barely any room left for humiliation of it all as the pain, the fucking almost unbearable pain took over.
Once he realized it was over, Jayne still couldn’t muster the strength to stand.
“Straighten up, now, cover yourself. I’m done with you”, Mal said, collecting his belt from between Jayne’s teeth. “Go on now, git, back to your bunk, and stay there until I tell you to come out.”
No argument there. Jayne did as he was told, making his way back to his own quarters desperately hoping that no one would see him limping and still leaking tears. He couldn’t bear the idea that anyone would know he’d just been thrashed to a sobbing mess by their captain.
Thankfully, he managed to get there without encountering anyone else on the crew. Once he got to where he was going, though, he wondered. Was this the first time Mal had borrowed that cane from Inara? Or just the first time he’d been the one on the receiving end? Once or twice, he’d suspected it.
Either way, it was all right. He’d be in his bunk for a good while. Maybe someone would bring him some food.