[ Seen, no, but Fraser listened, knowing why Ray was heading back for the couch, listening for the telltale whisper of leather on brocade that said that he'd picked up the strap. And really, even if he hadn't heard, he would have been able to guess that it was Ray's intention. He had broken the rules, after all, and while it was true that unless he'd interceded as he did Turnbull would have rushed in on them, the younger man simply wouldn't have been there at all if Fraser had managed to keep from screaming bloody murder.
All actions deserved fair reward; in this case reasonable punishment as befit the crime.It was an acceptable consequence. It was also, bizarrely, a consequence he found he was looking forward to as Ray slapped the leather against his hand for effect.
The hand is a gentle reassurance; a warning, but more importantly it helps Fraser time his own response. When the lash comes, though his body jerks naturally underneath it, Fraser has already exhaled, and there's no air in his lungs to snap out in a cry. The pain is still something else, though; it's remarkable how, without seemingly any sense at all, such a simple snap of leather has blood pooling downwards to quick effect.
Cool air makes the new welt sting, and there's a particular sharpness to the sensation where the second stripe crosses over the first. His skin burning with anticipation, Fraser deliberately, still only breathing more heavily, shifts back against Ray's hip, indicating wordlessly that he's ready. He exhales again, transfixes a spot on the floorboards inches from his nose, and tries not to tense up too much. ]
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All actions deserved fair reward; in this case reasonable punishment as befit the crime.It was an acceptable consequence. It was also, bizarrely, a consequence he found he was looking forward to as Ray slapped the leather against his hand for effect.
The hand is a gentle reassurance; a warning, but more importantly it helps Fraser time his own response. When the lash comes, though his body jerks naturally underneath it, Fraser has already exhaled, and there's no air in his lungs to snap out in a cry. The pain is still something else, though; it's remarkable how, without seemingly any sense at all, such a simple snap of leather has blood pooling downwards to quick effect.
Cool air makes the new welt sting, and there's a particular sharpness to the sensation where the second stripe crosses over the first. His skin burning with anticipation, Fraser deliberately, still only breathing more heavily, shifts back against Ray's hip, indicating wordlessly that he's ready. He exhales again, transfixes a spot on the floorboards inches from his nose, and tries not to tense up too much. ]