My most uhmble apologies for the delay! I got really stuck with this chapter. Largely I think because I was subconsciously trying to downsize the kink. The I spoke to the lovely Gemma and she assured me I should go for it.! If kink ain't your thing then click right on by! Really though if any of you read my old Buffy stuff this is tame by comparison!

This one is for Gemma, Ruth and Cath – for the encouragement!

Beta'd by me so any mistakes still in there are ALL my fault – again my humblest apologies!

Hope you enjoy – please read and review and you never know I might just get Modern Girl finished too!

"Get on your knees you dozy mare."

Alex gawped at Gene. Being ordered to your knees was one thing, and a bloody arousing thing if she was completely honest. However, the casual insult, one which he flung around like a term of endearment in day-to-day life added something slightly different. She realised with shock that it actually turned her on even more. It was demeaning , no question, but it hinted at the tenderness that was always in their relationship. Incongruously, she almost laughed, only one man in the world could make her want to be called a dozy mare!

Whilst the term might bring thoughts of his hidden tenderness to Alex's brain, it was certainly not uppermost in Gene's thoughts. The more they played this way the more he got it. The more he saw how turned on it got her and the more he determined to make this the experience she wanted and needed. Whether she knew she needed and wanted it or not.

"D.I. Drake, this is not the first time you have kept me waiting tonight." Gene growled. Stepping quickly towards her and smirking slightly as she shrank back ever so slightly he placed his lips to her ear, again dropping his voice to a low malevolent hiss "Get on your bloody knees. NOW."

With a whimper and a flood of arousal Alex shakily dropped to her knees, looking up at Gene with an odd mixture of awe and resentment.

"Keep your bloody head down unless I tell you otherwise." He barked shoving her head so she was looking at the floor.

Alex bit her lip, not even sure what emotions she was trying to keep in check. She hadn't actually realised just how strict and ferocious she needed him to be but apparently he had and he was playing it to the hilt! Her stomach turned over as he continued talking in that low dangerous voice of his.

"You think I even want to look at your face right now when you've been such a naughty little Bollykecks?" There it was again, the tone threatened dire consequences for pissing him off further but the use of the nickname kept the familiarity, the sense of how much he cared for her, even if he was decidedly not showing it now. "Keep you bloody eyes on the floor til I tell you different if you know what's good for you."

"I-I'm...s" Alex gulped and before she could finish the sentence he had pulled her head back by the hair, his face an impassive mask dangerously close to her own.

"Shut. It." He said quietly, continuing with one sharp tug to her hair in emphasis. "I've told you. I will tell you when to apologise. All I want you to do now is prove that you can be a good girl and follow orders. Now, I'm going to let your head go and you are going to show me that you can do that without making a sound."

Deciding right there and then to stop any kind of over-thinking or analysing Alex dropped her head obediently as soon as she was released. She was unaccountably pleased to feel a small pat of his hand on her crown in acknowledgement of her following instructions and smiled briefly to herself; he was happy, she was happy, she wasn't delving any deeper than that.

"Much better." He grunted. "Now then, my naughty girl, I think we need to be clear on what's going to happen here. In a minute you will get the chance to show me how sorry you are. If you do a good job I might be persuaded not to punish you too much. If not...well, let's just say I'm not a man who likes to be let down by those officers under him. Which reminds me, you will most definitely finish off this evening under me Bolls. Under me getting a ruddy good seeing to. I know how much you like that but you're going to have to earn it. Now, you can start making up for your terrible whorish behaviour downstairs. Off you go!"

For a second Alex was puzzled, she was pretty sure she wasn't allowed to touch him, she was certain she wasn't allowed to speak and she'd now been told that she must keep her head down. What the hell did he want? Damnit, the man never made things easy!

For his part Gene decided to make things a little more obvious for her; a rustling of a material and a very familiar sound reached her ears before he told her she could look straight ahead. Raising her head a little she was completely unsurprised to find her eyes level with his impressive cock, hard and seeming to strain towards her.

Smiling slightly to herself she kissed the tip softly and then dropped her head again, knowing she was pushing it but with a squirming excited feeling in her stomach at what might happen next.

"Don't mess me about Alex." Gene warned. "Take my dick in your mouth right now and show me how sorry you are for being a bad bad girl."

Well, when he put it like that!

Alex leaned forward and took the head into her mouth, her tongue laving at the underside of it as she pushed her mouth slowly over his impressive length gradually accommodating it's girth as she went. Working as slowly as she could Alex sunk down as far as she could and just as slowly began to draw her mouth back up, sucking hard as she went. A hiss from Gene sent her eyes upward before she had realised what she was doing and she was satisfied to see his head thrown back in utter bliss as she worked him slowly but thoroughly, his hisses and small groans of pleasure spurring her on. She became so lost in the feeling of him sliding in and out of her mouth, of the taste, the throb of him against her tongue that she didn't immediately realise that two things were amiss. One, she'd unconsciously brought her hand up and was using it to follow the path of her mouth up and down him so that his flesh was always surrounded by one or the other. Two, he was looking at her and she was looking at him, he glared down at her and she was a fraction of a second too late in dropping her gaze.

'Oh dear Alex.' She thought to herself. 'Guess you're going to be in more trouble now.' The thought made her want to giggle with nervous excitement. The urge soon passed.

Holding her unceremoniously by the neck Gene pulled himself completely out of her mouth.

"You really are a disobedient little bugger aren't you?" Gene glared down at her, for a second she thought he was going to slap her face with his cock and she honestly wasn't sure if she found the thought hilarious, demeaning in a bad way or arousing. He didn't however, but rummaged in his pocket for the tie he had taken off in Luigi's earlier pulling it out with a smirk as her eyes went wide. Just what exactly was he planning to do with that?

Her question was answered quickly when he ordered her to her feet and turned her away from him. With that seemed like practised ease he pulled both hands behind her back and looped the tie around both her wrists efficiently, tying them tightly together before taking her by the shoulders and turning her around to face him.

Alex kept her eyes on the floor even when Gene raised her chin with his fingers.

"Look at me." He commanded. "I am not very pleased with you at all Drakey. Not bloody pleased at all! Do you want to tell me why that might be?"

"Er...not, not really!" the truth had burst out before she could stop it. Her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth and she honestly didn't want to have to explain herself like a schoolgirl called to the head teacher.

"Ow!"

He'd pinched her, hard, on the bottom again.

"Let me rephrase that. You will tell me why I'm not pleased with you D.I. Drake."

"Well, I, ...I accidentally might've...y'know...sort of erm used my hands..." She trailed off her eyes dropping again under his baleful stare.

"Jesus Christ woman. Have you heard yourself?" He sneered. "You sound like a stuttering kid. We're not playing kids games here Alex. If I tell you not to do something I expect you not to do it. As you've just found out one too many sneaky little hands and now you don't have the use of them at all. I don't think you're taking me seriously at all. I think you think that I'm all talk. Shall we find out eh?"

"Yes guv – I'm s.."

He grabbed her by the arm squeezing just hard enough to hurt a little. "You speak out of turn one more time Bolly and I swear I will gag you. And if I have to gag you I'm going to be a mite pissed off cos I'm looking forward to hearing you scream in a little bit."

Alex eyes rolled back and not for the first time she thought her knees might give way at the images his words created in her head. She stifled a whimper and took a deep shaky breath in trying to control her body's reactions to being so completely dominated by this man.

"Now, we can't let your behaviour go unpunished can we?" he said.

Alex immediately began to drop to her knees again to finish what she had started but was pulled back up none to gently by the arm and dragged over to the sofa where Gene sat down.

"Now you can get on your knees." He grinned up at her. Alex moved to his front expecting him to part his knees so she could settle to her task between them but he did not. In fact he turned ever so slightly to the left so that he was sitting at a slight angle on the edge of the couch.

"Right here." He said pointing to the spot to his right on the floor next to the sofa. Smiling in an entirely uncomforting way as Alex took her place.

"Bolly, Bolly, Bolly." He sighed toying with a lock of her hair as he spoke. "What am I going to do with you?"

Alex had a few suggestions right about now and none of them involved all this talking he seemed to have picked up a liking for! Thankfully she had sense enough to keep them to herself.

"Look at me." He barked suddenly, snapping Alex's head up, her eyes meeting his, she was sure that he could tell what she'd been thinking. "What would you suggest I do with naughty little D.I. who speaks when she shouldn't, can't follow orders and flaunts herself about my team like a ruddy tart? How am I going to teach you a lesson and make sure you know who's in charge round here?"

Alex gulped. She had an idea whatever he was planning was not going to go well for her.

"Well Alex? What are your thoughts eh? What normally happens to naughty girls to teach them the error of their ways?" She suddenly realised that his hand was tapping softly against his thigh right in front of her. A voice that she didn't even realise was hers reached her ears.

"Erm... I think sometimes they might...erm... might get spanked." The last word was whispered, forced out past the lump in her throat so as to be barely audible in the silence of the room. For a second he almost made her repeat it but looking at her flushed, embarrassed face and seeing her squirm as she tried to alleviate the ache between her legs he took pity. Leaning down he grinned into her face.

"That. " He said jovially, "Is the most sensible thing I've ever heard you say Bolly. Right then. Let's do it shall we, get over."

Alex's jaw dropped as he patted invitingly at his lap, positioned perfectly she realised so that she could lie across it and have her upper body supported by the sofa and her bottom positioned as the perfect target right over his lap. Surely he couldn't be serious? To be honest she wasn't sure quite what she had envisioned when she'd put forward her suggestion but it certainly wasn't anything as humiliating as being taken over his knee. She supposed she hadn't really thought he would do it.

"Are you going to sit there catching flies all bloody night or are you going to get your arse over my knee?" Gene questioned, giving her maybe a fraction of a second more before he reached forward and pulled her into position. Alex couldn't help the small shriek which escaped her, and there was even less help for the yelp she let out as he ripped off her knickers and his open palm cracked flat against her upturned backside.

"Detective Inspector Alexandra Drake. Don't be such a frigging girl!" he admonished making Alex grin in spite of herself. "Right. First we teach you who's in charge and who's the horny little tart round here; then we get to the punishment."

Alex tensed her muscles as she felt his hand leave the buttock where it had lain since that first smack; screwing her eyes up she waited for what she was sure would be a hail of blows. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Would he let her up if she promised to suck him off properly?

His hand popped off her behind with just enough force to leave a warm tingling spot in it's wake and in her surprise Alex almost forgot not to talk. That had barely hurt at all! She wasn't sure if she was pleased or disappointed. She hadn't long to think it over as Gene began a steady rhythm of smacks, all about the same intensity as the last leaving her bottom warm and tingling all over as each time his hand fell in a new place. It seemed to go on for a long time and Alex began to realise that she really rather desperately needed to gain some friction in her most private place or she really might go mad. The snap of his hand on her flesh and the tingle it left behind heightened her arousal with every stroke.

As if reading her mind Gene's free hand squeezed itself awkwardly between their bodies and slid between her slippery folds, at once latching onto and caressing her clit.

"Ohhhhmmmhpph" Alex bit her lip to keep in the moan that had sprung from her mouth; there was no way she wanted him to stop what he was doing with either hand just now.

"It's ok Bols," he chuckled. "For the moment I'm not so concerned about what's coming out of your mouth. I know how much you like it when I play with you," he leaned down and whispered to her "when I slide my fingers up and down and in and out of you. I want to hear you. I want you to prove to me and to yourself what a desperate wanton little tart you are."

"Ohhhh God!" Alex groaned.

Gene kept up the movement of both hands, perfectly in time with one another stroking her folds between smacks and pressing hard on her clit every time he landed his perfectly measured blows.

"Oh God Gene. Pleasseee!" Alex begged, mindless with need.

"Please what?" He taunted. "Please stop spanking you? Please stop playing with you? Please spank you harder?"

"OoHH God. Anything, anything!" Alex gasped as another smack was accompanied by the delicious pressure on her nub. "Please I need ...I need..."

"You need what Alex?"

"I need to cum. Pleaseee! Make me cum please please please!" She was panting hard now as he kept up his delicious torture.

"And how are you going to cum Alex?" he questioned, stilling both hands for now. "Your hands are tied. You're face down over my lap. How exactly are you going to cum?"

"You." She panted. "I need you to make me. Need you. Your hands...your cock...please!"

"So..." He said, leaving an agonising pause before he finished the sentence. "Who would you say is in charge around here Bols?"

"You!" It took all her effort not to scream it at him, how could he leave her like this? It was so cruel. "You're in charge. You're in control!"

"And what does that make you?" he questioned smugly.

Alex wanted to die. She knew what she had to say but she also knew that he was going to enjoy it immensely; would probably never let her forget it. A gasp was wrung from her as his finger passed back and forth over her clit.

"A horny little tart." She breathed feeling her face burn crimson at the ignominy. "I don't care. I am. Just please let me cum!" She was almost sobbing.

"Glad you finally know your place." Gene crowed. "Now, I did say once we had that sorted we'd move onto the punishment didn't I?"

"What?" through her lust filled haze Alex wasn't certain she'd heard him right.

"Don't be soft Bolly." He rumbled. "You didn't really think those little love pats were the punishment did you? Do you know me at all luv?"

Alex was beginning to wonder if she actually did!

Suddenly all of her breath whooshed out of her as Gene drew his hand back and cracked her smartly across the buttocks with what was definitely NOT a love pat. Still making sure to continue the game he had started, he rubbed hard at her clit as the blow landed. Not giving her a chance to recover he began to shower her cheeks alternately with harsh stinging blows, again never striking the same place twice and again always a accompanying a blow with a hard rub to her nub.

Alex lay panting barely able to draw breath between each blow and when his hand cracked smartly across the area where her buttocks joined her leg she squealed out at the sting.

"Oh dear." Gene stopped all of a sudden. "I almost forgot. No more noise Bollykecks. Show me how good you can be by keeping quiet."

Alex was desperate. There was no way she could keep quiet if he kept this up.

"I...I don't know if I can!" She wailed unthinking.

"Oh you will Bolly, you will because I guarantee you will not like the consequences if you don't. And how many bloody times? When I tell you to shut your trap bloody well shut it woman."

The last three words were accompanied by smacks that landed in that same delicate crease with such ferocity that Alex had to bury her face in the sofa and bite down to stop from crying out. Then Gene did a curious thing. He stopped smacking and rubbed gently over what she was sure must now be her very red arse, moving both hands in tandem and shushing and lulling her into a blissful state. The slow movements of both hands soothed her and she felt herself tumbling slowly toward what promised to be a languid yet powerful release.

As quickly as they had changed from blows to sensuous rubbing his hands once again took up a new motion. This time it was a round of thunderous blows, peppering her backside and thighs so hard and fast and unexpectedly that Alex had cried out, groaned and whimpered before ever she realised what was happening. Gene seemed not to notice as he set about determinedly tanning her backside and Alex became aware that even though the hand between her legs had stopped moving she still felt a powerful pulse through her sex whenever his hand struck her arse. Evidently Gene had taken note of her use of Pavlov as her safe word and done a little conditioning of his own. Making her body associate the pain increasingly with pleasure; he'd made sure that had she not gotten sexual satisfaction from spanking before she certainly would now. He was going at it so swiftly now that Alex wasn't even feeling the blows, just an overall heat and arousal in that whole area and she knew she was getting close again.

Just as she thought she must fall right over the edge he stopped. Gene removed his hand from between her legs and she found it suddenly beside her mouth.

"Taste it." He murmured. "Taste what I do to you. Taste the state your kinky little games get you into yer little perv."

Without any conscious thought Alex took his fingers in her mouth and sucked hard at the copious evidence of her own arousal. Turning her head as far as she could to look at him she sucked his fingers moving her tongue along and around and against them as she would his cock. He grinned at her and lifted his hand for one final stinging blow.

Having been so busy looking into his eyes Alex wasn't ready for it and when it landed her instinct took over and she bit down on his fingers as she yelled with the sting.

"Fuck me!" Gene yelled. "Alex let go! Get your bloody gnashers out of me fingers you mare!"

Startled Alex did just that seconds before she was unceremoniously dumped off his knee as he jumped up walking around waving his injured fingers. Under any other circumstances it would be funny but she didn't think Gene was going to see it the way. She knew things had just stepped up a notch and so she reluctantly arranged herself low on her knees, eyes to the floor. Waiting silently for the few minutes it took Gene to calm down and realise he wasn't actually bleeding to death.

"Right!" he said towering over her "That's how you want to play is it Bols? Not rough enough for yer was it?"

Alex heart sank. He didn't want her to talk so she couldn't tell him he was wrong. Even if she had done so he'd never have believed her, she hadn't said her safe word and this was moving on a different current now. But she also felt utterly wretched for having hurt him and also as if she would do anything to make it right. She'd read about this phenomena in her psychology studies. Some people who played much more serious games than this called it 'sub-space'. Who would've guessed she'd ever find herself in it!

She shook her head a tiny fraction, trying to convey her regret and her disagreement without making the situation more serious but luckily for her Gene had already moved over to the coffee table and didn't see the movement.

"Ok. You want to play like the big boys Bols, here we go." He was back in front of her and suddenly the end of his belt came into view. "Don't think I didn't notice you breaking my rules back there. Right before you tried to break my bloody fingers. If you wanted real punishment you only had to ask. "

He squatted down in front of her and took her chin roughly in his hand, jerking her head up to look into his intense blue gaze.

"Now, I'm going to take this belt, and I'm going to tan your arse with it and you, Alex are not going to make a bloody sound, do you understand me?"

"Ye-yes Guv." Alex swallowed hard.

"Tell me why I'm about to belt you good and proper." He said menacingly his eyes searching her face for signs that this was too distressing for her, too far. "Tell me what you are Alexandra Drake."

"I- I'm a naughty girl. Sir." Alex didn't know if she was going to cum on the spot or cry. No other man could ever have made her say that.

"At least we agree on one thing." He grunted. In no time Alex found herself kneeling in front of the sofa, her upper body resting on it as Gene stood to her side. He dragged the cool leather of the belt across her flaming cheeks making goosebumps rise all over her body. Slowly and deliberately he teased her with the feel of it on her arse and back before bringing it to dangle before her face.

"Kiss it." He ordered. "Show me you want it, want to be a good girl and you'll get what you've been begging for all night as soon as we're done with this."

Disbelievingly Alex lifted her lips to the leather and kissed it slowly, letting her tongue linger on it for a fraction of a second making Gene gasp at the sheer sensuality of the movement. He couldn't believe he actually had Alex Drake bound and kneeling before him, arse afire and kissing the belt he was about to wallop her with. If he'd been a different man this would definitely have been a story to tell at the next lads night out!

"Ten." He said, and to Alex's surprise he undid the binding of his tie at her hands. "But if you move, or make a sound or try to put your hands back you'll get extra. I want to see you control yourself, for me. Oh and Alex." He whispered "No touching yourself either!"

With that he let fly the first stroke. Alex jerked and sucked air in sharply through her teeth but even this burning band of fire across her cheeks caused the now expected throb in her sex. She briefly wondered if it was possible to come from being spanked then her mind went blank as the next four hit in quick succession. Evidently Gene wanted this over with. Well, she'd do as she'd been asked; she wouldn't move or put her hands back no matter how much she wanted to and God she wanted to as every blow felt like a red hot poker on her skin.

Gene knew he couldn't take much more. Her reddened bottom quivered between blows and he could tell that her head was buried so she wouldn't cry out but she was taking it all for him and he just wanted to get to rewarding her now.

The ten were up quickly and Alex lay limp across sofa, Gene panting slightly as he ripped the rest of his clothes off.

He turned her over so that her back was on the sofa, her backside hanging off, somehow he didn't think she'd be wanting it in contact with anything just now. Alex looked up at him with bleary eyes.

"Permission to speak?" she asked and Gene grinned and nodded at her.

"Fuck me." She demanded. " Now."

Gene chortled yet still wasn't quite ready to completely give up the game. When her hands made a grab to pull him to her he secured them once again over her head with one of his own.

"A-ahah Bols. No hands remember!" he chided, ending on a groan as he moved between her thighs and sank home into her slippery depths. Even though he felt he was in heaven he had the presence of mind to stake his territory. His free hand snaked down and underneath to grab roughly at her abraded bum causing Alex to jerk and clench around him. "Still in charge." He muttered into her ear.

Alex was about to venture her opinion on his manliness seeing as he was now sunk to the hilt but unmoving, a beatific smile on his face when she was suddenly robbed of the power of speech as Gene moved his hand to her clit at the same time that he began to thrust hard and fast into her. Pushing her knees up to her chest he began to pump fast and hard, each thrust slamming him into her sore bum and thighs.

As had become the theme for the night every thrust with it's small accompanying pain caused a throb inside her which was met by Gene stroking at her clit.

"Oh God Gene." She murmured. " Please, Gene, faster, harder God give it to me Gene! Pleeeassse"

"I can't go any bloody harder." He grunted. "Or faster. Bloody hell! Shit Bolly do that again please. Squeeze me! Oh God!"

Gene panted leaning his weight on her wrists and her legs, her knees up by her ears as he redoubled his efforts pounding into her so hard that had he had a coherent thought he might have been afraid he was going to hurt her.

"Is that what you want?" He demanded. "Is it my cock you want Bols? Eh? Been asking for it all bloody night haven't you? Eh? Pretending you wanted Ray. He couldn't do this to you could he? He couldn't have you whimpering and moaning and crying his name. Begging for more."

"No God no! Never!" Alex panted. "Please please keep going don't stop please don't."

"Not bloody likely." Gene grunted, beginning to sweat from the effort . "Going to make you bloody scream you little tart. Gonna make you scream my bloody name so everyone knows whose cock is fucking you. And you love it don't you? Love it when I fuck your brains out. Loved it when I put you over my knee, put you in your place. You need a bloody real man don't yer Bols?"

"Yessssss ohh God yess Gene I'm...I'm..."

"Yer mine Bols! You don't go anywhere else for this do you hear me? Don't ever let me see you letting them put their filthy hands on you again."

"Noooooo I promise! OOOOHHH FUUUCKKKKK!""

"Mine!" He stated emphatically as Alex came hard her inner walls clenching and throbbing around him as her hips bucked up toward him pushing against him, dragging him deeper as his own climax rose and exploded inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, still inside of her and unheeding of the fact that he was squashing her in a very uncomfortable position. For herself Alex was too blissed out to notice it at first too. However, as she started to come down from the cloud of satiated lust she was floating around on she became intensely aware of where his body touched her bottom. Hissing she pushed at his shoulders.

"Owww. Oow Gene bloody get off!" she grumped. "Gene!"

"Oh sorry Bols!" he withdrew from her and moved to the side not looking even slightly sorry and Alex had the urge to slap the smug grin off his face. Turning on her side she tried to look over her shoulder to see the damage to her derriere. There were some pretty livid streaks there that she was pretty sure were from his belt and would bruise by the morning. Tentatively she ran her finger along one, sucking in a breath at the tenderness. She wasn't in the least bit angry at all which was a surprise to her. Then again she couldn't be really she'd asked to play the game and she hadn't said her safeword.

In fact when it came down to it she'd loved every second.

"Well didn't you turn out to be quite the little Marquis de Sade?" She said shifting her gaze from her bottom to Gene's face beside her on the couch.

"Speak English Bols!" Gene grunted.

"Never mind." She sighed pillowing her head on her arm and closing her eyes.

"Er Bols?"

"Yes Gene" She didn't open her eyes, she could tell by his tone of voice he was about to say something that made him nervous and she decided to be generous and not make it worse for him.

"All that 'mine' stuff..." he mumbled. Alex grinned. "I didn't, I mean I don't,...I mean I know a person can't own another person..."

"It's fine Gene." Alex opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I know where it came from; it came from seeing me flirt with Ray. I don't think you mean it on any but the most primal basic level and frankly I like you primal and base. So there."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the tip of the nose.

"Let's go to bed." He said standing up and taking her hand. "To sleep yer bloody minx!" he said seeing her raised eyebrows.

"Ok." Alex agreed with a yawn. "Gene?"

"Yes Bols?" he sighed the sigh of the terminally put upon.

"Next time I decide to flirt with Ray remind me to put some books down my pants or something." Alex rubbed her arse ruefully and Gene snorted with laughter as they made their way to bed.

"Wouldn't have saved yer this time and won't in the future." he said. "I can see we're definitely going to have to play this game again Bols. You'd better bleedin well not be planning on flirting with him again either!"

A slap. A yelp. A giggle and the two settled themselves falling asleep quickly in one another's arms.

THE END

Please review – could have a whole kinky series...maybe...

Hope you enjoyed your stay in my depraved mind – I know Gene and Alex did!