Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Take Away My Control
Word Count: 870
Chapter: 1/5
Pairings: Spock/Kirk
Warnings: BDSM, D/S, established relationship, slash, explicit sex in later chapter, angst, fluff
Summary: Jim needs someone to take away his control, and he only trusts one person to do it. Spock.

Disclaimer: Star Trek is still not mine. *cries*

AN: Inspiration for this chapter comes from the story Ten by honeyandtherock. Go read it, it's awesome.

Take Away My Control

James Tiberius Kirk was always in control. He was Captain of the Enterprise, total ladies' man, and the leader of his friends. The one that everyone went to for advice. The one that could charm a girl's panties off (except Uhora, it seemed) with a simple grin. And the one that was currently naked and kneeling in the bedroom of his Vulcan First Officer.

It is a widely known fact that men in power, to remain sane, often must relinquish control for short periods of time; and there was only one person that Jim trusted to give control over to. Spock. It was...well, it was the logical choice. Kirk had to admit though, however begrudgingly, that he had not made his choice solely on logic. He had made most of his decision on emotion, emotion that he did not acknowledge out loud in fear of losing his Captaincy and being mocked by his colleagues. Luck on his side though, Spock never questioned his emotions or invaded his mind during their time together. As far as his First knew, they were doing this only for the purpose of his mental health.

"Hands behind your back T'hy'la." Spock said, staring down at his PADD, not giving Jim even a cursory glance.

Jim's arms immediately locked behind his back in a gesture of submission. T'hy'la...Spock had taken to calling him that lately when they were alone, but the Captain didn't know what it meant. He asked Spock, once, but his First had merely stared at him and then walked away.

"Quit fidgeting." The sharp voice cut through the silence, almost making Jim flinch, but he held himself still, his eyes trained to the floor.

"Yes sir." The Captain said in a soft voice. He forced his mind not to wander, as that was the primary cause to his fidgeting. He just couldn't help it though. His mind raced a thousand miles a second when he was left to wait for his Master like this.

Spock glared at the young Captain from his desk, watching as the man fidgeted on the floor, shifting weight from knee to knee. When Kirk had first asked him to do this he had been reluctant, but in the past few months he found that he enjoyed their time together and, however illogically, actually felt more than just lust for the human.

"James." He said, his voice cold.

The young man froze, his gaze still locked on the floor, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"I told you to stop fidgeting and yet you continue to do so. Do you like disobeying my orders?"

"No sir."

"And yet you always do." The blond man nearly whimpered. "Get on the bed, on your stomach. Now."

Kirk scrambled to obey, laying himself out on the Vulcan's bed. Spock stood up gracefully and crossed the room in quick strides. He picked up the cane from his closet, running his fingers along the wood gently, "You're getting ten. Count them." And with that the First Officer placed a hand gently on the small of the Captain's back.

The comforting gesture was largely out of place for them and Spock, briefly, wondered if he had overstepped his bounds; but since Jim did not move he left his hand there and brought the cane down hard (not as hard as he could, mind you) on Jim's backside.

Jim heard the 'crack' of the cane and felt pain bloom across his naked backside. "O-One." He stuttered out. The cane was raised again and came down harder than the last, just a fraction lower. "T-Two." He gasped. Three, four, and five came in rapid succession, bringing tears to his eyes and bruises to his thighs, backside, and that very sensitive area just below the curve of his ass. Six and seven made him jerk, but Spock's hand on his lower back kept him from moving. At eight the first tears broke free. And by ten he a sobbing mess on the Vulcan's sheets, bruises already blooming on his backside and the back of his thighs.

Kirk did not move as his Master moved away, pressing against the small of his back gently as a signal not to move. The man returned a few moments later with a jar of salve for his bruises and James felt relief flood his system.

"I will always take care of you, T'hy'la, rest now."

"What does that mean, Spock?" Jim asked, knowing that they were taking a break from their game.

"It is not a word that translates." The Vulcan First replied.

Jim really wanted to press the issue, but he was tired and sore. It would have to wait. With a small sigh of resignation James drifted off to sleep.