MistressGrace07
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[note this is just a fan fiction piece... no money was made off the use of licensed characters of Ian Fleming and all that jazz... just for fun]
007 Gets It
by Mistress Grace (with some help from Her jack)
Moneypenny waited for several moments before picking up the phone. She always did before calling James. Her heart was racing in her ears. Damn it! She silently screamed in her head. Why was it, even after all these years, he still got to her like that?
Moneypenny knew James well. She knew about his escapades. Often she tried to distract her fantasies by imagining how many STDs the super spy had picked up over the years. But even that thought didn't dissuade her from dreaming of the sexy man.
M had told her to call James and call James she would. The older head of MI6 was never a big fan of James' antics. When she first started at MI6 the Cold War was over and She felt James was an obsolete dinosaur, but James, in his own way, had won the Woman over.
But, from the whispered tones Moneypenny had heard James was in for it this time. M had received reports from China, Japan and Thailand - none of them happy from M's current demeanor. There was a "if looks could kill" stare in M's eye and a very strict, clipped tone to Her voice.
Moneypenny knew that James was in a load of trouble. The question was - would his charm get him out of it this time? It seemed to work better on the former M, but then again, was there a woman on earth that James Bond couldn't seduce?
Moneypenny let her thoughts drift to that question before she picked up the phone to call James.
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James rolled over as his cell phone started ringing. The beautiful ebony skinned companion next to him stirred slightly, but the previous night's activites had her dead tired and she fell back asleep right away.
"Hello gorgeous, when are you coming over?" Bond was never one for early morning calls, but he saw the number and knew it was Moneypenny.
His voice always enchanted her, but she responded with her typical quick wit, "When Ms. Menden leaves James - I'm not one for threesomes."
James had stopped being surprised at Moneypenny's information on his life years ago, but he smiled one of his half-grins that came right through the phone, "A shame Moneypenny you know I would have favored you."
"Now James, I know you haven't been back in London long, but M is insisting you see Her as soon as you're dressed."
"Not even time for some coffee," the spy stopped, grinning again, "and cream?"
Moneypenny, in her refined way, resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Now James." And she hung up the phone without missing a beat.
James ran his fingers through his hair and wondered why he was always being bossed around by women. His companion stirred again softly and James enjoyed the movements of her body. Well, he thought, there were worse things in life then being bossed around by women.
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James arrived in M's office an hour later. M's face was firm, not betraying any warmth. James silently winced at her obvious disapproval, but remained cool and calm on the surface.
"How can I help you save the world today M?" He said as he entered.
"Take a seat James."
He sat, but kept contemplating the reason for Her curt tone. She closed the door and then touched the key pad on the side, there was a mechanic hiss and click and James knew the room was now locked and sealed. No one outside could hear what was going on inside.
M moved behind Her desk. James calculated subconsciously the fifteen ways he could escape this office if he had to. He couldn't help it, it was his nature. It was what kept him alive. "James, I have had several very disappointing calls this morning into my office."
"I'm sorry to hear that M, perhaps a spot of tea?" James stood, going to the tea cart that was in the office.
"James. Sit."
He turned, surprised at the sharpness of Her tone, but he sat.
"Your behavior has outdone itself this time James. I have foreign diplomats and agents raving about the mess you caused in their countries." M pushed over a folder with photos in it. "These will explain why I'm upset."
James felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. The last mission had not gone according to plan - at all. James felt off his game, unfocused - something wasn't right.
He started to open the file, but put it back on the desk. His shoulders slumping slightly. "You're right to be upset M. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been doing this job so long,..." his voice trailed off and M noticed something She had never seen in those blue-gray eyes - sadness.
She stood and put Her hand on James' shoulder. "It's about Tracy isn't it?"
James eyes glazed slightly with thoughts - hurts. The name of his bride always deeply effected him. The anniversary of their wedding had caused the loss in focus, he just tried to not admit it.
"I think..." M said thoughtfully. "I have something that might help you..."
Bond looked up, half in a daze of thought, "you do M?"
"Yes James, but it's going to seem odd. I believe that you've never properly grieved over the death of Tracy. I think you need to allow yourself to cry."
James' brow furrowed in a question. "Taken up counseling as a hobby M?"
"No James," M took a seat back behind Her desk. "I just am an old Lady who knows a little about losing someone."
James thought about that for a moment. He was lost in a mixture of emotions, thoughts and memories. "How...." he paused, M had never seen the normally cool agent so rattled. "How...." Then the mask dropped again and he was his cool and calm self. "How do you recommend I do as you have suggested?"
M watched the mask drop, She knew it would have to be shattered for him to really heal. She knew this so well. She contemplated his face. While the mask was there, She could see the truth in his eyes - he wanted Her help. it was the look of a drowning man. She chose Her words carefully, forming them slowly with Her natural grace and charm. "I believe you need a good, old-fashioned spanking."
The only part of James that showed his surprise was his eyes. They flickered with shock and curiosity all at once. His parents had died when he was young and they were very liberal when it came to raising their son. James had playfully smacked a few bottoms in his life, but never for long. The very words had a powerful effect on him, he found himself squirming involuntarily.
M noted all these reactions - She knew them well. James wouldn't be the first adult male She had over Her lap. Nor, She thought with a hidden smile, the last.
"James, this will be an adult discipline session. I will only do it once you say yes, but once you say yes, I will not stop until I am finished."
James felt a slight blush twinge his ears.
"Do you want Me to help you James?" M's voice was firm and kind all at the same time. It was a tone James hadn't heard from his boss and he found that he really enjoyed it.
He nodded, before he could stop himself. The rest of the events happened so quickly he couldn't have stopped it if he tried.
M walked over to the side of the room and pulled a straight back, dark ebony and wood chair to the center of the room. She sat with a dedication that made James feel like he was six years old. "James come here."
The spy rose slowly. No longer was he an international spy, no longer was he the man who saved the world countless times, the man who conquered more females than he could remember - all of that was stripped away. It felt amazingly scary and amazingly safe all at once. It was like the weight of the world - for one brief moment - had been taken away. He stood before Her, fiddling with his hands. "Yes M?"
"James, I'm going to ask you one more time if you want to do this. It will hurt and you will want to get up or stop it, but trust Me, this is what you need - badly."
James took her words in slowly - almost savoring them with thought. "Yes, M." The voice came out with more strength than he felt and surprised even him.
M smiled softly and took James hand. The touch was electric. James was used to a touch - the touch of a friend, of a lover, of a stranger. This was different than all three. This was comforting, strengthening, loving in an entirely different way than any other touch. It consumed him, steadied him and enticed him.
There was little time to really reflect on it because, before James realized it, he was over Her lap. He blushed furiously now as the reality of his position overtook him. It was like the movement awoke his common sense. What the hell was he doing? She didn't say another word, but brought Her hand firmly across the seat of his pants. It caught him off guard, but didn't hurt. Instead it was like a shock and a warm glow. Soon the warm glow turned into sharper pain. Her hand was relentless. In a steady, increasing rhythm She covered his upturned bottom with sharp smacks.
He had determined in his subconscious not to react. After all, he was James Bond - 007 - International spy. Yet, Her hand never stopped and soon he was squirming - trying to get away from the harder, sharper blows. Who knew M had such an iron hand!
He started hissing, gasping, biting his lower lip, anything to keep from reacting. M knew She would have to push hard to help him get to the point where he could let go. 10 minutes later She could feel the heat through his pants. She helped him up and saw the look on his face, repressing a grin She said, "oh no James. We're not done. You're getting a proper spanking, remove your pants."
James started to protest - this only brought a swift, harsh smack on this upper thigh. Caught off guard he yelped. "Ow!' Needless to say the pants came down quickly after that.
She helped him back over and the real spanking began. She lowered his briefs. He briefly considered protesting again, but the still throbbing mark on his thigh convinced him otherwise. Her hand hurt over his pants and he was shocked to feel how much more it hurt on his bare bottom. She varied each smack so he couldn't adjust to the pain. Soon he was verbally commenting on each smack.
SMAAAAAACK "OW!"
SMAAAAACK "OW! M!"
SMAAAACK "OWWWW! Really don't you... OWWWW think... OWWWW. that's enough?"
But She didn't stop, soon his butt had gone from light pink to glowing red. His mask was slipping with each landing of Her hand. He fought it, the ego, the years of hiding his emotions all slowly slipped away, but he fought it. After another fifteen minutes a tear slipped. And then another.
It wasn't really the pain that cracked him. He had dealt with pain. He had been captured, interrogated and never let the mask slip. But this, this was different. This was pain with a purpose. Pain with love. It stripped him, humbled him and completed him.
Soon he was reduced to tears. Sobs shook his body and he noticed nothing put the pain pouring from his heart. She smiled sadly, knowing this was what he had needed, but seeing the pain was hard. She slowly pulled his briefs and pants up. She helped him sit on the floor and She held him until the tears stopped.
He cried out every emotion. Cried for his lost wife, his parents, years of hurt and loss.. He cried until he was emotionally and physically exhausted. M eased him to the ground as She watched him fall asleep. Standing she picked up a pillow from the nearby couch and a blanket. She tucked the pillow under his head and laid the blanket over him. Watching over him as he slept he saw the relaxed expression on his face and knew She had done some good.
She washed his face and combed his hear with her fingers. "Rest James, rest as long as you need it," M whispered softly. "And you're welcome."
The End
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