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Sabbatical from Spanking
As Jamie awoke, she felt Alan's right hand
inside her light blue flannel pajama pants, resting lightly
on her bottom. She snuggled toward him a bit, and as she struggled
into morning consciousness, she remembered how that hand had
given her one of the hardest spankings she had ever gotten,
just the previous night.
Her shifting under the covers woke Alan, who
hugged her even closer and, rubbing her bottom gently, asked,
"How's my girl this morning?" as he kissed her forehead.
"Mmm. I'm fine, Alan." More quietly,
"And I promise I'll start working on my paper today."
"Good girl." And then, "But
I am still going to spank you again."
Jamie squirmed and blushed.
It was November, more than halfway through
the fall semester that Jamie had been given off to do research
and to write.
Alan had been shocked at his accidental discovery
that Jamie had hardly done any work at all in months. He'd come
home to hear the last part of her phone conversation with her
"I don't know. I just feel so terrible.
I'm starting to get scared that I really won't get anything
done at all. Uh huh. I know. I *did* really need a break. But
I've done about 3 days' work all semester. I don't know where
the time goes, but it does and then I notice . . ."
He knew that she had taken the summer off,
and he was frankly relieved to see that, figuring she'd be devoting
herself full-time to her research in the fall. But now the trees
were bare of leaves, and the last warmish days were dwindling;
dusk already came early. That panicky, pack-everything-into-the-last-weeks
part of the semester was approaching, and had Jamie been at
school, she probably would have been more aware of the passage
of academic time as well as of the season. But she had been
given research time and had no on-campus duties. Somehow or
other, those precious weeks had slipped by, one by one as she
did shockingly little work on the project she had set out for
Alan had raised the issue of Jamie's research
at dinner, managing to extract from her the fact that she had
done almost none in months. In some ways, it was a relief to
tell him, to have her secret out, to be able to share her fear
that she'd waste her entire sabbatical. But Jamie felt more
guilt and fear than relief.
As they cleared away the dinner debris, Alan
said, "I'll expect to see you in my study shortly. You
have been behaving like an irresponsible schoolgirl who hasn't
been doing her homework, and that is how you will be dealt with."
As she dressed for the appointment in Alan's
study, Jamie remembered how her hands shook the first time she
tried to iron her white blouse and press pleats into her plaid
skirt. Now she found the garments oddly comforting as she put
on the familiar uniform, trying to push from her mind the punishment
she knew was coming. This time she wore the white cotton panties
that Alan expected as part of her uniform and not the white
lace ones she mistakenly wore the first time. She pulled up
her grey knee socks, made sure her oxfords were neatly tied.
Looking in the mirror, she carefully checked her collar and
tie, buttoned her navy blue blazer. As a last gesture, she ran
her hairbrush through her hair absentmindedly; then she stared
at the brush a moment, shuddered, and placed the heavy hairbrush
down firmly on the dresser as if had she not done so, it might
have followed her to Alan's study of its own accord.
"Jamie, I recall addressing your procrastination
problem some time ago. That was bad enough, leaving your tenure
application until the last minute. But this is at least as serious.
You're not doing your work at all, and the 'last minute' is
almost here. What do you have to say for yourself?"
What could she say? That having lunch with
friends had cut into her library time? That she had spent more
time online sending e-mail than doing searches? That she'd been
busy writing spanking stories? That she'd developed a talent
for doing nothing -- or at least, nothing that anyone might
recognize as productive?
"And, just as bad, you have let me believe
that you've been working this whole time."
It was true that Jamie had not disabused Alan
of the notion that she was hard at work. She had already started
to feel embarrassed and guilty for wasting so much time, and
she felt that telling him would only make things worse. Besides,
there never seemed to be a good time to announce "By the
way, I haven't really been doing much work." So Jamie just
let Alan go on thinking whatever he thought, sometimes even
responding with a guilty "Fine" when he asked how
things were going.
"There didn't seem to be a good time
to mention it," she said quietly.
"You have behaved like a schoolgirl hoping
no one would notice that she had not kept up with her homework.
How long did you plan to continue doing nothing?"
Jamie hung her head, staring at her shoes
as if to find some answer there. "Remove your blazer and
leave it on the chair."
Hands shaking a little, Jamie did as she was
"Come here to me please."
Alan was seated in a straight-backed wooden
chair. He reached out and took Jamie's hand in his. Their eyes
met knowingly, and then as Jamie gasped, Alan helped her over
his knee, her bottom high and her head near the floor. Jamie
felt the cool air on her thighs as Alan folded her pleated skirt
up on her back. Calmly he took the hem of her white blouse and
tucked it up on her back as well. He rested his hand on the
seat of her white cotton panties for a moment before slipping
his fingers into the waistband to take them down past Jamie's
thighs, baring her pale bottom. Jamie squirmed with embarrassment
at finding herself in this childish position, waiting for her
bottom to be spanked like a little girl's.
Alan's large hand smacked Jamie's right cheek,
leaving a pink handprint; her left cheek soon had one to match.
Before long, her whole bottom was a uniform shade of pink, and
Jamie was fighting a losing battle to keep from kicking.
"Stop that and take the spanking you
have coming to you. You were very naughty, and this is only
the beginning." Alan landed several smacks on Jamie's thighs,
and she steeled herself and settled down, though not without
"Owch! Alan, that hurts!"
"Good. It's supposed to. You are going
to be a girl with a very sore bottom tonight."
"But, Alan, I ..."
"But what? *Did* you do the work you
set out to do?" SMACK
"No." SMACK SMACK SPANK
"Did you do any work at all?"
Jamie's kick was rewarded with a hard slap
on her thigh. Although she couldn't think clearly enough to
explain that yes, she had done *some* work, just not a lot of
work, she knew that really wasn't going to get her very far
with Alan, anyway.
"Did you tell me everything was "fine"
whenever I asked you about it?"
Her silence only encouraged Alan to lecture
her about broken promises to other people and to herself, about
letting herself down most of all. Alan gave voice to the thoughts
that had hung heavy on Jamie's conscience for awhile. As Alan
lectured, he continued methodically landing spanks on Jamie's
bottom. Tears turned to sobs. Alan gave Jamie a final half dozen
hard smacks at the tender juncture of thigh and bottom and then
let her lay over his knee and shake out the last of her sobs.
He rubbed her back and then helped her stand on shaky legs.
Holding her hands between his as she stood
facing him, he said, "Jamie, you know I love you very much."
Jamie sniffled and nodded. "And you know
that your punishment is not over, right?" "Well, I
Jamie stood in the corner, her bottom already
blazing, and she thought about the weeks she had wasted doing
nothing. She tried to be brave as she thought about the fact
that her bottom still had more punishment coming. Alan had made
it clear that he was taking her -- there was no other word for
it -- her misbehavior -- seriously.
When Jamie's corner time was up, Alan instructed:
"Write out a schedule of what you did with your time today.
And I want the truth, Jamie, not what you *planned* to do today,
but what you actually did."
It was true that there was quite a discrepancy
between those two possible lists. The list of what Jamie actually
had done, though clearly not off to a good start, was at least
honest: 7:00 wake up 7:30 breakfast with Alan 8:00 computer
8:30 back to bed 10:00 computer 11:30 shower and get dressed
12:00 lunch with Joan Figuring that even this partial accounting
was enough of an exercise to make the point, Alan interrupted
Jamie as she stared at the paper in front of her.
"Ok Jamie, the first spanking was for
letting me think you've been working all semester."
He looked at the partial list and, sighing,
shook his head. "Now you have a paddling coming for wasting
way more time than can possibly be excused." Alan sat down
on the couch and asked Jamie to go get the paddle from his desk
drawer and bring it to him.
Standing in front of Alan, Jamie looked at
her feet as she extended the small oak paddle in his general
direction. She wiped sweaty hands on the hem of her skirt.
"Over my lap now, miss."
Jamie blinked back the start of tears as she
placed herself in the familiar position. This time, at least,
her feet reached the floor. But that was soon small consolation
as Alan took down her panties and paddled her bottom sore.
SMACK "This is what happens to girls
who do no work during their sabbaticals." SPANK, SLAP,
"Ow, Alan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I know you are, sweetheart."
Alan finally put the paddle down on the table
next to the couch. He rubbed a gentle hand over Jamie's hot
scarlet cheeks. As she drew in deep gulps of air, he helped
her to her feet and pulled her close to him. She put her head
on his shoulder and snuggled into his arms.
"Alright sweetie, we're almost done."
Jamie pulled back and looked at Alan in teary
"You have 6 of the best coming to you,
and then we'll be all done with this."
"Alan, I can't. Please. You're being
mean. You already spanked me enough. My bottom already really
"Jamie, you can, and you will. And this
is serious. You've been punished in the past for procrastinating,
and yet you have by your own admission done almost no work in
these last weeks. You are wasting precious weeks when your only
real responsibility is your research. You said yourself that
you're worried about this, and I am going to make sure that
you can start getting things done and stop worrying. Now be
a brave girl."
With Alan's assistance, Jamie rested her middle
over the arm of the couch, her arms on the seat cushion, and
her toes touching the floor. Alan once more lifted Jamie's skirt
and smoothed it and her shirt tail over her back, exposing the
redness of her bottom and thighs. Jamie gasped and clenched
her bottom cheeks as Alan swiftly lowered her white panties
to meet her grey knee socks.
Alan placed one hand on the small of Jamie's
back. With the other, he smoothed her hair and then ran a finger
softly over the side of her face. Steeling himself for what
he knew he had to do, he stepped back and picked up the thick
"Ok, Jamie. Six. Please count them for
Swish -- thwack --- "one"
and so on up to the final
Swish -- thwack --- and a delayed and relieved
"All done Jamie. You're ok. Good girl."
Jamie stood up slowly and ran her hands over
her bottom, feeling the heat and the weals, tears streaming
down her face. She relaxed into Alan's arms as he held her to
his chest. They were quiet for a while, needing closeness but
After a time, Alan said, "Without the
discipline of a teaching schedule, it seems you are unable to
do any work at all."
Jamie actually nodded her head against Alan's
wet oxford cloth in agreement.
Alan brushed her hair back, tilted her chin
up so she'd look at him, and continued, "That is going
to change now. Apparently you need more structure imposed. As
part of that structure, each morning for a week you will be
given a 'reminder spanking' for the day."
Alan smacked Jamie's sore bottom lightly.
"Don't pout, young lady. This is for your own good, and
you know it."
"But, Alan --"
"I don't want you to spank me and then
leave me all alone all day. I'll feel horrible."
"Sweetheart, your sore bottom will remind
you of me and how much I care about you. You'll be busy at work
and then when you shift in your chair or stand to get a book,
you'll feel the soreness and remember that there's someone who
loves you enough to smack your bottom when you let yourself
"Alan, that's a really lovely thought.
What romance novel did you get it out of?"
Seeming to ignore Jamie's taunt, but actually
quite impressed that she still had it in her, Alan went on outlining
his plan for the week. "I will take you over my knee and
paddle your bare bottom for five minutes each morning. At the
end of the day, I will ask to be brought up to date on your
work for the day. If we agree that it has not been satisfactory,
you will merit additional punishment. At the end of the first
week, we will talk about how things are going and whether or
not you will need 'incentive' for the remainder of your sabbatical."
The remaining sabbatical weeks suddenly seemed like a lot of
time to Jamie.
"Now, go wash up and get ready for bed.
I'll be there in a minute to rub some lotion onto your tush
and tuck you in."
Alan kept his word, and soon they were asleep
in their usual positions, Alan on his back with Jamie on her
tummy, her body right against his and her head on his chest.
That had all happened last night. And today
Jamie was going to sit on a sore bottom and get to work. Right
after she called Joan.
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