Tough Love (pg-13)

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Tough Love (pg-13)
Topic Started: Jun 12 2009, 10:21 PM (150 Views)
Neilmoon	Jun 12 2009, 10:21 PM Post #1
New Raider Posts: 20 Group: Members Member #32 Joined: Jan 31, 2009 Your favorite TR? TR:A Male or Female Male	TOUGH LOVE Neil Burns (Neilmoon) PG-13 (I hope) A/N: I'm trying very hard to keep this family friendly. hope I succeed. enjoy and please comment. It was a beautiful morning and the sun was a golden yellow orb smiling over the Surrey countryside and over a certain Manor. Bryce awoke from a restful sleep and started to stretch, only to find that his arms felt as if they were in a crucifix position. He also found that something was blocking his mouth. He looked into the mirrored wall in front of him and found he was wearing only boxers and his arms and hands were strapped to a bar hanging horizontally as well as his ankles strapped to a horizontal bar fastened from the floor. A ball gag was nestled in his mouth. 'What the bloody hell is this! Some sick bloody joke?' "Good morning, Bryce." That posh-accented alto. 'Lara! Don't tell me she's into this.' Bryce turned to the voice and saw his employer leaning against the wall, one foot against it and her arms folded. She sported a purple rubber dress that fell just inches below her pantyline and hugged every sensuous curve. Black latex gloves encased her forearms and hands and black stiletto boots shod her feet. Her chestnut hair cascaded gently past her shoulders and down her back and a Russian officer's cap completed the ensemble. Her full lips were curved in a smile that was one of sadness mixed with canary-eating cat smugness. 'I think I'm in for it.' "I was at the fetish club last night," Lara breezed conversationally as she got off the wall and walked toward Bryce, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor, "and I got to punish a lot of naughty little boys. It seems I still have another little boy or two to discipline." She stopped right in front of him and placed a gloved hand on his shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she gave a not-quite-gentle squeeze. "I walked in to find the telly on and The Anime Channel playing. You were lying of the sofa talking in your sleep. You were saying things like something being a 'total cluster ' and 'Thank God Lara doesn't know'. Thank God I don't know what, Bryce?" 'Bollocks! I am dead!' Lara walked toward a section of the wall where there was a keypad and punched in a code. A portion of the wall opened and the tech's eyes widened at the collection of whips, cat-o-nine-tails and paddles. 'No, Lara! Please don't do it!' Bryce struggled against his restraints and pleaded through the ball gag in his mouth. Lara simply smiled, pitying her friend's plight, but determined not to let his transgression slide. The Tomb Raider picked out a white paddle covered with rounded brass studs and took a few swings as if it was a tennis racket. "Thank God I don't know what, Bryce?" she asked as she walked back swinging the paddle as if to loosen her arm muscles. "That you allowed Chase and Alex access to the trophy room so they could 'loan out' my artifacts to various museums? That you were paid a generous fee for your services?" She stopped right in front of Bryce again and slowly traced the side of the paddle down the tech's bare chest, the sensation causing him to tingle slightly. "That the Dagger of Xian was auctioned off and that the current owner, thank God, only wants the Dagger as part of his collection and not for world domination? That the Dagger as well as the other 'loaned' items were replaced by forgeries? Well done, but forgeries nontheless? The paddle reached the family jewels. Lara gently patted them before walking around to her employee's right and coiled a friendly arm around him as she tapped the paddle against her shapely, muscular thigh, her sad yet predatory smile growing a few extra teeth. "Bryce, Bryce, Bryce," she purred sympathetically. "Surely, you don't think that I'm that stupid, do you? I've been in this game since I was sixteen and I'm thirty-four, thirty-five next Valentine's Day. That's nineteen years, love. I think that I should be able to distinguish between a forgery, no matter how well-crafted and the 'Real McCoy', as the Americans say." Lara walked around behind Bryce as she began to slowly glide the edge of the paddle down his spine, tapping parts of his back along the way as he struggled and made muffled pleas for mercy. "I'm worried about you Bryce," her soft voice and gentle tone belied the hurt, anger and betrayal she felt at the hands of her employee and friend. "I fear that Alex and Chase are starting to have a bad influence on you. I fear that they are trying to turn you into an amoral money- loving wanker like they are and you're not like that at all. I can not and will not allow you to become like them which is why I must purge the greed from you. Forgive me, Bryce, but this is for your own good." Suddenly, pain exploded up Bryce's spine as Lara slammed the paddle against his buttocks, assaulting them again and again in the same brutal manner as his muffled agonized cries echoed around the room. "I am sorry, Bryce," Lara cooed soothingly. "This hurts me more than it hurts you." 'Oh, that is BOLLOCKS! Let me paddle your a few hundred times and then tell me that!' Bryce felt his eyes starting to mist up from the pain as the wood and the studs of the paddle rammed his backside time after time after time. "Damn you, Bryce!" The Tomb Raider growled. "Why! You are not like them! You are not greedy! You are not materialistic! You only give a damn about that bloody eyesore in the rose garden and your stupid games! Why did you help them! Why!" As the tech struggled uselessly and pleaded futilely, he could have sworn that he almost heard a sob in his employer's voice. "We have known each other since we were zygotes, Bryce. We are family! Families help each other! Families trust each other! They watch each others' backs and they don't betray them for bloody money! Is that it? You did it for a bloody payday?! Am I not paying you enough? How could you! Why did you!" Lara stopped paddling, somewhat tired of the effort and walked back to the wall and entered the code again, revealing the hidden display of various disciplinary instruments. As she put the paddle back in its place, she wiped the tears that form during the punishment. She picked up the pillow and blanket that had been lying by the mirror and brought them back toward Bryce. She placed the pillow right below him and the blanket just off to the side. Lara then removed the ball gag and threw it off to the side as she wrapped her arms around him and embraced him tightly. "What the bloody hell was THAT, Lara!" Bryce almost sobbed. "What are you playing at!" Lara said nothing as she stroked his hair and rubbed his back. "Well," he smiled acidly. "I do hope you had a bloody good giggle out of this. I sure didn't!" "No, Bryce," the Tomb Raider replied. "I didn't get a giggle out of this. In fact, I took absolutely no pleasure in this whatsoever." "Right. You'll forgive me if me and my think differently." Lara cupped her hands behind Bryce's head and placed a gentle kiss full on the lips before pressing her forehead against his. She then pulled back a few inches and stroked his hair. "You are a good person, Bryce, and you are like a six-year-old on Christmas whenever a new toy comes out. You have this sweet innocent naivete that is endearing. Nothing at all like Alex West or Chase Carver. I suppose I like them, but all they are concerned about is their next paycheck. You know the cartoon where the character's eyes turn into dollar signs and you hear the sound of a cash register in the background? That's them. Thank God they had the moral decency of not letting the more dangerous artifacts out of the tropy room." "And you think that I might wind up like the Yanks. Only concerned about money and sod all to everyone else, right?" Lara didn't answer right away, but released Bryce from his restraints and gently lowered him in a sitting position on the pillow, supporting his weight while wrapping the blanket around him. "I do. Money isn't everything, Bryce. I grew up with it. Every whim satisfied and every desire fulfilled and I was the biggest brat known to man. Of course, I was supposed to be seen and not heard and Father wanted me to marry a prominent bachelor that he made an arrangement with as to honor the Croft name." "Of course, the plane crash and Lord Croft buying it in Cambodia sort of nixed that," Bryce put in unimpressed. "Your point being?" "The point is that money didn't help Father when he was killed in Cambodia. It didn't help Mother when she disappeared in Nepal. It didn't help me when I had to trude through the ice and snow for eight hundred bloody miles, eating whatever to survive, until I found shelter at the temple. Money isn't the be all and end all. It pays the bills and provides, at best, temporary satisfaction. Friendship and love is more important." "Says she who has little of both," Bryce snorted. Lara simply kissed his forehead as she stroked the back of his head. "Tell you what," she purred. "What do you say to lunch and a day on the town? My shout." "Tempting, but it'll take more than that to make me forget, Croft." At that, Zip entered with a knowing smile, holding Lara's cellphone. "Sorry to interrupt your 'session', Mistress," Zip chuckled, "but your favorite American, besides me, is on the horn." "Who is it?" "Well, his initials make the best root beer. A&W." "Alex West," Lara smiled dryly. "Oi!" Bryce interjected. "Tell the Yank to wank off." "Bryce!" Lara exclaimed in mock affront while gently tapping his nose. "Be nice. Zip. Could you please tell Mr. West that I will be busy all day and I'll try to call him back later, if ever." "Right." the American tech put the cell to his ear. "Yo, Al? Listen. At the moment, Boss Lady is 'tied up'." Bryce gave him the "British two-finger salute" at that. "Can she get you back at another time? Okay. I'll tell her." "Well?" "He said he'll holla back later. Bryce? He said right back at you." "Lovely." "Well, have fun, kids. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Or would do." Zip left without saying another word. Lara then smiled with wicked intent as she gently kissed Bryce on the cheek and the lips. "Well," she purred. "Where were we?" THE END ta-daaa! okay. maybe not the most family-friendly topic, but at least I tried to make the content easy to accept without too much shock. did I succeed? anyway, this is a watered-down version. if you want the juicy adult version, head over to the Sanitarium, forum for the Kurtis Trent Estrogen Brigade (www.kteb.net). tales there are a bit spicier. anyhoo, hope we enjoy and more are on the way. peace out.
	Good luck in your new bed. Enjoy your nightmare, son, while you're resting your head.- BASEMENT JAXX


Singstar90210	Jun 15 2009, 01:12 AM Post #2
TR Mythbuster, Avid 007 Fan, Fanpire, and Official OMwD Patient Posts: 1,040 Group: Admins Member #14 Joined: Aug 27, 2008 Your favorite TR? TR1 Male or Female Female	You never fail to deliver Neilmoon. I agree that probably your story's topic isn't exactly family-friendly, but at least you edited out some of the extreme stuff and you gave an outside reference to see the original. I might need Tessa's input on this one. I tend to read pretty fast so I don't retain it all. ^_^:
	Speak softly and carry a big jo. - O'Leary-Liu


Tessa	Jun 17 2009, 05:56 PM Post #3
TheTimeTravelingVampire Posts: 1,334 Group: Admins Member #1 Joined: Aug 23, 2008 Your favorite TR? TR1 Male or Female Female	It's fine, just don't get any more graphic. You're a talented writer, maybe you should try something more action based one day? (Just a suggestion )



Singstar90210	Jun 19 2009, 12:17 PM Post #4
TR Mythbuster, Avid 007 Fan, Fanpire, and Official OMwD Patient Posts: 1,040 Group: Admins Member #14 Joined: Aug 27, 2008 Your favorite TR? TR1 Male or Female Female	YAY ACTION! (with some interesting moral story, too! )
	Speak softly and carry a big jo. - O'Leary-Liu


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