Author's note: This story takes place right after the episode 'Enter the Demon' in which Paige and Phoebe switch bodies. Leo and Piper are married, Prue is gone, Paige is new to the group, and Phoebe and Cole are trying to make their relationship work. Cole is half demon and half human, and Phoebe is a witch. Written - July 16, 2004 (Revised 2011)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, and I am not making any money from these stories.
Warning: Disciplinary spanking of an adult by a romantic partner - dubious consent. Discussion of spanking as forplay.
Phoebe and Cole
Phoebe and Cole were in the basement getting ready to start another training session, when Piper opened the door and called down, "I'm going to P3 for a few hours to help with inventory."
"Okay, see you later." Phoebe called up, and then smiled at her boyfriend. She'd been waiting for weeks to be alone with Cole in the house. Privacy wasn't always easy living with two sisters, and a whitelighter brother-in-law.
She watched him take off his shirt and stretch. She started to stretch as well, giving Piper time to get out of the house. By the time they were done stretching out, they had the house to themselves.
"Ready?" he asked.
Instead of answering, she walked over to him and pulled him down into a kiss.
Caught off guard, it took him a second to start kissing her back. Once he was over his initial surprise, he put a hand on her back and pulled her body in to press against his while they kissed.
When they broke apart to breathe, Phoebe said, "I've been wanting to ask you something for a while, but I wanted to wait until we were alone in the house."
"I like the sound of that," he said with a seductive smile.
I want you to do something for me," Phoebe said.
He leaned down, trailed kisses up her neck, and whispered in her ear, "And what would that be?"
Shivering with pleasure, she said, "Well you know that I've been with other guys before
He waited to hear more, and when she didn't continue, he lifted his head from her neck to look into her eyes. He could tell she was nervous, and tried to lighten the mood. "Yeah, in my hundred years I've been with more than just you too, and most of them weren't even human."
She glared. "You don't have to brag."
"None of them mattered," he said with a shrug. "You're the only one I've ever loved."
"I love you too."
After a quick kiss, she said, "Well, there was this one guy I was with, and we experimented a little." She looked away. "We tried some
He smiled at her blush, and put a finger under her chin to bring her head up. "And what's the kink you want to try again?"
She whispered, "Spanking."
Cole's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Giving or receiving?"
He looked away to think about it. After a few seconds he said, "I don't know Phoebe. I've enjoyed hurting so many people. When I was suppressing my human half, and being Balthazar most of the time, I could torture someone for hours before I got tired of them and killed them."
Phoebe used both hands to make him look at her. "But this wouldn't be like that, because I would enjoy it."
He sighed. "I need some time to think about it. What if I start, and then I'm having such a good a time that I
I mean what if
I like hurting you
and then keep going
and you tell me to stop
but I can't because
She interrupted. "You've been suppressing your demon half for a long time now, and I know that even as Balthazar you didn't want to cause me pain. And I want you to like it anyway, because I'll like it."
I don't know," he said. "I'll think about it. Maybe, but not today. Not right now."
Phoebe closed her eyes and said, "Close your eyes and listen for just a few minutes."
He sighed again. He'd hoped that Phoebe would let it go, but now he knew she wouldn't give up so easily. She could be very stubborn, especially if someone told her she couldn't have what she wanted. It was something he loved in her, and it had saved him more than once, but it could be annoying too. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes.
After checking to make sure he'd closed his eyes, she closed hers again. "You could sit in the old kitchen chair by the wall, and pull me face down over your lap. Then you could start off slowly with some light swats, and build up to swats that had a slight sting. After a while you could take off my sweats and rub your hand on my pink bottom."
Phoebe opened one eye to see his reaction. He was breathing slightly faster, and the expression on his face clearly showed he liked what she was saying. She closed her eye, and got lost in the fantasy. "You could start swatting again, building up to more pain. Can you picture me wiggling around on your lap? If you interspersed some heavier swats, I'm sure you could make me jump and whimper. You wouldn't have any trouble keeping my hands out of the way if I tried to put them back and protect my bottom. Then you could finish it up with a few hard smacks."
She opened her eyes to check Cole's reaction. She saw the bulge in his sweat pants, and knew he was aroused by the whole idea. She smirked at how easy it was to get her way. "So what do you think?"
He opened his eyes, and said, "Jeez Phoebe, I want to. I mean I really want to, but
that's the problem. Just hearing about it makes me want it, and that means I'll enjoy hurting you. I'd hate myself for that."
Phoebe was aroused herself, and didn't want to give up on the idea so easily. "Well, what if I deserved it?"
He shook his head.
She snapped her fingers and said, "I know. What about when Paige and I traded bodies. I didn't tell you about it. Sounds pretty naughty to me."
He shook his head again, but her eyes were focused on his chest, not his head.
"Or how about when I thought you'd killed the witch of your own free will. I'd believed in you every other time, but when you needed me most I let you down. That was pretty bad, too."
She looked up at him, and noticed the serious frown on his face. Her eyes traveled south, and noted his erection was gone. That was not the response she was hoping for, and found herself frowning as well.
Trying to get her to understand, he said, "Phoebe I have absolutely no right to spank you for the small things that you've done wrong, when I've killed hundreds of people. It would be
gut wrenchingly hypocritical."
Angry that things weren't going her way, she said, "No, it would be playing." She roughly pushed herself away from him, and took a step back. "I'll bet there are plenty of guys out there who would just jump at the chance to play with me."
Cole glared at her and couldn't stop a small growl from escaping his throat.
Instead of being frightened, she smiled. Now she knew how to get her way. "Don't like that idea Honey?"
"It's not funny Phoebe," he said. His tone and face were deadly serious.
She smiled unpleasantly. "Maybe I think it is."
Running a hand though his hair in frustration, he said, "I think I'll go take a cold shower and let you cool off before you say something else ridiculous." He calmly walked past her and started for the stairs.
Phoebe knew she'd never really play with anyone else, whether Cole played with her or not, but it pissed her off that he didn't even consider it to be a real possibility. Before thinking much about it, she levitated herself and kicked him in the shoulder, knocking him face down on the ground.
Looking back over his shoulder, he asked, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Training," she said while glaring down at him.
He glared back, pushed himself up, and dusted himself off. A low voltage energy ball appeared in his hand. "Okay we'll train," he said, and tossed the ball at her shoulder.
She felt the sharp jolt of pain in her shoulder, but it faded a few seconds after it hit. "What, you have to resort to magic?" she taunted. "You're not man enough to handle me without it?"
Cole had thought he was angry before, but that statement sent him over the edge. He took the step that separated them, reached up with both arms, and grabbed Phoebe's waist. He plucked her from the air, and tossed her over his shoulder.
She'd seen the look in his eyes when she'd taunted him, and hoped he was upset enough to play out her fantasy. She let him grab her from the air, and grinned when he put her over his shoulder. When she realized he was walking towards the chair she'd pointed out, she was so pleased she almost started to giggle.
As Cole walked to the chair, his mind was reeling with thoughts. Not man enough huh? We'll see about that. She wants to be spanked? Fine, see how much fun she has when it hurts. Thinks she can push me into doing things her way. Won't even give me a chance to think about it
He got to the chair and stopped. Closing his eyes, he thought, What am I doing? I can't do this. But Phoebe thinks she wants it. What if I don't and she really does look for someone else
She felt him pause, and wiggled impatiently.
He could tell she was still trying to push him into it, and said, "If I do this now it's not going to be like your fantasy. It'll be real and it will hurt. If you let me think about it for a day or two, I might be able to do the fantasy for you, but I might not. And if I do this now, I may hate myself for it, and never be able to do the fantasy for you."
Phoebe was still excited by the whole idea, and bit her lip, thinking it over. I'm sure it won't be too painful even if it is real. I really want him to, but it's selfish of me not to give him time to think about it. But if he thinks about it and decides he doesn't want to do it at all, this will be my only chance.
"Do it now," she said.
Taking a deep breath, Cole pulled the chair away from the wall. He put her on her feet in front of him, and took a seat. While she was still dizzy from the sudden change of position, he yanked her sweatpants and panties down with one tug, and pulled her arm to tip her over his left leg.
She gave a little yelp of surprise at being tipped over, but found herself enjoying the manhandling. She had both hands on the floor, supporting her upper half.
He put his right leg over both of hers, effectively pinning her in place. He raised his hand high, and brought it down hard on the right side of her bottom, quickly followed by a matching swat on the left.
Phoebe's whole body jerked with the first swat, and she involuntarily sucked in a breath of air. With the second swat she yelled an indignant, "Oooww!"
She was quite a lot smaller than Cole, and his hand quickly covered every inch of her bottom and upper thighs with hard swats. While he spanked, she yelled, "Ow, Ow, Ow
Cole! STOP! Cole! Owww Damn it! It's too hard!"
Cole stopped, rested his hand on her bottom, and said, "You can't change your mind now. You told me that this was what you wanted."
She squirmed. "It is what I want
just not so hard."
"I told you it would be real, and not your fantasy. You decided not to give me time to think about it. You kicked me and insulted my manhood just to get me to do this, and now you don't want it?"
She felt her face heat up with shame. She had goaded him into it, and even knew she was doing it at the time. When he said it like that, it sounded childish, but she hadn't expected the spanking to be nearly as painful as it was. She'd been punched and kicked in battle, but this was painful in a different way. And while she thought she would enjoy some pain, especially if he built up to it, she didn't like the sharp pain she was experiencing now.
She said, "I'm sorry. I know I was mean, and I'm sorry, but I don't want it now. I'll give you time to think."
"Sorry Phoebe." He shook his head. "It's too late." He raised his hand and started spanking her again.
"Nooo!" she yelled. "It's
not too late! Aaahhh! Coooole!" She struggled hard to get away. She tried levitating, but couldn't focus well enough, and after seconds she couldn't take it anymore. She balanced herself with one hand and reached the other one back to block the blows.
He grabbed her hand and held it at the small of her back, just like she'd suggested in her fantasy. This elicited a high pitched wail from her.
# # #
Leo was consulting with another whitelighter when he felt that one of his charges was in pain. He whispered, "Phoebe," and orbed to her.
He was not prepared for the sight that greeted him. Cole was spanking Phoebe in the basement of their house, and she was obviously in distress. Leo was about to intervene, until he noticed Cole's face, and realized he was obviously distressed, too. Leo took a step back trying to decide what the best course of action would be. He knew that these two people loved each other, and decided to give Cole the benefit of the doubt for a few seconds.
Seeing movement in the room, Cole made eye contact with Leo. He kept spanking, and shook his head, before turning his concentration back to the woman across his lap.
Leo got the distinct impression that Cole wanted him to leave, but he stayed where he was, not comfortable leaving until he knew what was going on.
"Cole!" Phoebe yelled, "Please stop! I'm sorry! Cole!" She broke down into noisy sobs.
He finally stopped. "Are you going to goad me into doing this again?"
"No!" she yelled, "I swear! Never again!" She was positive she never wanted to experience this again.
He let go of the hand he was holding behind her back, and helped her to stand up. He pulled up her panties and sweat pants as quickly as he could, not wanting her to feel so exposed if she realized Leo was there.
Leo decided any immediate threat was over, and he was sure that if Phoebe was pissed about what had just happened, everyone would be hearing about it one way or another. But he also decided that he would discuss this with Cole later, no matter what.
Cole saw blue orbs, and knew Leo had left. He was both pleased and surprised to be getting so much trust from the man.
Phoebe stood wiping at her face with her hands. She felt a mixture of embarrassment, shame, anger, and pain.
Cole watched the emotions play out on her face, and immediately felt even worse about it than when he was doing it. Feeling the need to comfort her, he pulled her onto his lap, with her bottom off the side so it didn't touch his leg.
As soon as she realized she was on his lap she started to struggle. "Let me go! I hate you!"
His breath caught in his throat. He immediately let her go, and muttered, "I hate me too." Knowing she didn't want his comfort made him feel ill. He said softly, "I'll be close. Call me if you need me." He shimmered and was gone.
Phoebe stayed where she was, and cried even harder.
Upstairs in the kitchen, Cole stood close to the basement door, cringing at the sound of her tears. He thought, She's never going to forgive me. How could I do that to her? At least I know now that I don't like causing her pain. If she wanted to do it in fun, I wouldn't have to worry about going too far, or liking it too much. God, if I was worried about going too far with the fantasy, why was my gut reaction to give her a real spanking? That doesn't make any sense! How can I go on if she hates me?
The longer Phoebe stood crying alone, the worse she felt. How could he do that to me when I told him to stop? It hurt! It wasn't what I wanted at all! Bastard! Thinking he had the right to tell me it was too late to change my mind.
She sniffed, and reached back to tentatively rub at her bottom. It hurt, but the pain wasn't as sharp as it had been a few minutes ago. When she started to calm down, her thoughts became more rational. It's not his fault. It's mine. I told him to do it, even after he warned me it would be real. I was just too dumb to believe him, or maybe too naive to believe it would hurt. He tried to walk away and I attacked him. He just wanted some time to think about it, and I wouldn't let him have it. Talk about your bad choices Phoebe! Oh no
I told him I hated him.
"Cole!" she yelled.
Terrified that he would see hatred in her eyes now, he shimmered to the basement. He appeared at the bottom of the basement stairs, with his arms crossed in a defensive posture. But when they made eye contact, he saw love in her eyes, not hatred, and his arms fell to his sides.
She went to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly that she raised herself off the ground.
He grunted with surprise at the sudden weight, and wrapped his arms around her too. He shimmered them both up to her bedroom, and lay back on the bed, bringing her down on top of him. He held her close and rubbed her back while waiting for her to calm down.
It took a while for her tears to dry up, but eventually, Phoebe sniffed and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too."
"I don't hate you."
He hugged her tighter. "I love you. I don't want to lose you."
She pushed herself up, so she could look into Cole's face. "Do you hate yourself?"
He looked away. "In more ways than one."
She put a hand on his face, and turned his head back, so he was looking at her. "Be honest Cole. Do you hate yourself for what you just did to me?"
"I think I should
" he said tentatively, "But now that I've had a little time to think about it
No, I don't."
"You were right to do it," she said ruefully. "I hated it, and I never want you to do it again, but I did goad you into it. You tried to walk away, and then you gave me a chance to stop you. You were right when you said it was too late to change my mind, and I'm sorry that I asked you do it."
He pulled her down and kissed her softly, before saying, "You probably won't want to now, but I would be comfortable spanking you for fun, because I honestly didn't like doing it for real."
"Maybe in a few days, when I'm feeling better." She lay her head on his chest again.
After a few moments of silence, Cole opened his mouth to say something but hesitated.
Hearing his intake of breath, she said, "What?"
"What!?" Phoebe pushed herself up to look him in the eye.
"He orbed in when I was spanking you." Cole winced at the look of horror growing on her face. "He left as soon as I let you up."
She buried her head in her hands and said, "Can't we have any privacy in this house?"
"He was worried about you."
Phoebe groaned. "I so don't want to talk to him about it."
"Me either, but I have the feeling that he'll bring it up."
Almost afraid to ask, Cole said quietly, "Do you still love me?"
She looked into his eyes and said, "Of course I do. I have a new respect for your resolve, and especially for your strength, but it doesn't change my love for you."
Seeing sincerity in her eyes, he kissed her gently, before hugging her close. They lay together quietly for the next half an hour, taking comfort in each other's arms.
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