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Out and Touch Someone
"Jamie, are you in the corner?"
Jamie sprawled on the bed, with the phone
to her ear.
It was early evening. Alan was away on business
for a week, and he and Jamie were temporarily a long-distance
couple. Accustomed as they were to having each other around,
they had been spending a lot of time on the phone, sometimes
talking a few times over the course of a day.
Earlier that day, Jamie had admitted a transgression
that would ordinarily have earned her a trip over Alan's knee
if he were home, and he had decided not to wait until he returned
to spank her. Alan reasoned that Jamie would feel better if
she got her punishment over with, and they made a phone date
for that evening. The plan was for Jamie to spank herself according
to the instructions Alan would give her over the phone. Although
she had agreed to it, Jamie was not so sure, and in the hours
between phone calls, she had become even less sure.
Jamie had put the TV on "mute" and
had picked up the phone. Nick at Night continued silently in
close-captioned 1950's black and white as Jamie and Alan spoke.
"Ok sweetheart, now I want you to put
two pillows on the bed."
Jamie leaned back against the fluffy pillows.
"And bring the paddle over to the bed."
Suppressing a mutter at having to get up,
Jamie complied and then got comfortable on the bed again.
"Ok, Alan, I have it."
"Take down your pajama pants and your
"Jamie, I said to take them down, and
just because I am not there to do it for you is no reason to
whine about it, miss. And no pouting. Since when do you get
spanked any way but bare bottomed?"
Jamie blushed and squirmed and complied with
Alan's request to bare her own bottom, tugging the cozy pink
flannel down. "Ok, Alan, my pjs and panties are down. Yes.
To my knees." It was fortunate that Alan didn't see the
face that accompanied Jamie's statement.
"Now get over the pillows so that your
bottom is nice and high."
Jamie climbed atop the pillows as directed.
She felt a cool breeze on her raised bottom and bare thighs.
Alan took a deep breath. "Ok, Jamie,
I want to hear six on each side."
Jamie picked up the shoes she had placed nearby
and smacked the soles together a dozen times near the phone
Alan wondered, but said nothing about the
sound he heard. "Ok, good, now 3 at the top of each thigh,
right near your bottom."
Again Jamie smacked the shoes together. This
time she added a gratuitous "ow!" She ran her right
hand over her bottom and imagined that it had been spanked with
the paddle. She shuddered.
To Alan's next instructions, Jamie responded
with the same shoe smacking. This time, her "ow!"
was a bit more heartfelt, as she accidentally banged her finger
with the shoes once.
"Jamie, I don't think that last group
was hard enough. I barely heard it. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't
count. Please do it again."
"It must be a bad phone connection, Alan.
It's not my fault."
Alan considered the fact that Jamie just might
be telling the truth; he was, after all on his cell phone, and
sometimes the connection wasn't great. And for several reasons,
he really didn't want to prolong the phone call by arguing over
it. Very uncharacteristically, he let the matter drop.
"Jamie, was that the doorbell?"
Jamie thought that Alan must have ears like
"Yes. But I'm not answering it. I'm in
my pajamas. I'm not expecting anyone, and they can just forget
"Sweetheart, you can at least go see
who's there. Just use the peephole. I'll be right here."
"Oh, all right." Jamie sighed dramatically.
In no rush to answer the door, Jamie slowly
pulled up her panties and pajamas. Carrying the phone, she padded
down the polished wooden stairs. "Ok, Alan, I'm going.
You still there?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm right here."
As Jamie got to the door, she heard a key
turning in the lock and she panicked for a moment. Then she
heard Alan's voice. But not through the phone. Alan had managed
to finish his project earlier than expected and to come home
that night instead of the next day. He had debated with himself
and then decided that being able to surprise Jamie by getting
home a day early would be worth the cost of having her paddle
herself as they had agreed. And besides, he thought, then they
wouldn't have her punishment hanging over their heads and would
be able to spend a nice evening together.
"Luuucyyyy, I'm home!" their traditional
Jamie launched herself at Alan, who hugged
Jamie to him. She giggled as he shrugged off his coat and pretended
to tie her to him with his long woolly muffler. Alan ran his
hands down her back. Without really thinking about it, he felt
her bottom through her recently pulled up pajama pants and then
slipped his hands into the pants and under the waistband of
her panties. His brow furrowed, and he pulled back the elastic
waistband to peer inside Jamie's panties as she squirmed with
what she was sure was near-fatal embarrassment.
"Your bottom is awfully cool and pale
for a girl who just gave herself 36 smacks with a paddle."
Jamie said nothing as she snuggled her head
against Alan's chest.
"Jamie, look at me."
Jamie kept her head down and her eyes squeezed
tightly closed. Alan suppressed a smile as his finger under
her chin brought her head up but her eyes remained squinched
"Jamie, open your eyes and look at me.
Now. You did *not* apply that paddle to you bottom, did you?"
"But you let me think you did."
A small nod as she kept his gaze. She had
never actually said she was spanking herself, but that seemed
a small detail. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"Did you stand in the corner? Did you
do any of what we agreed you'd be doing?"
"Well, I did get the paddle, and I did
pull my pjs and panties down," Jamie said, hoping for partial
credit. "And I was over the pillows."
"Why did you bother? Jamie, you essentially
*lied* to me about your entire punishment."
Absolutely incredulous, Alan quickly draped
Jamie over his raised knee, as he had seen Ricky Ricardo do
to Lucy in many reruns. He delivered a dozen fast and crisp
spanks to her bottom and then sat down on the couch, pulling
Jamie with him. She landed across his lap, and he held her there
while she kicked her feet in protest. Swiftly he pulled her
flannel pants and panties down to her knees. He left stinging
handprints on the backs of her thighs, and she settled down.
Several hard smacks to her sit spot and then a pause.
Jamie turned to look at Alan, and he brushed
the hair out of her face and bent to kiss her forehead. "Jamie,
I love you very much. And I'm going to give you a spanking you're
going to remember for a long time. Why did you lie to me, sweetheart?"
Jamie put her head back down. No answer. SMACK
"Why did you let me think you were obeying me?" SMACK
Jamie gritted her teeth as if an answer she'd
regret might slip out otherwise.
Alan let loose with a fusillade of hard handspanks
to Jamie's bottom, which became an increasingly dark shade of
pink while she maintained a silence broken only by gasps and
sniffs and then a few sobs.
"I just couldn't do it, Alan. I wanted
to. I tried. Really. Ow."
"Ok, I did want to. But I didn't even
"And" SMACK "why" SMACK
"was that" SMACK "sweetheart?" SMACK Alan
punctuated his inquiry with smacks to Jamie's bottomcheeks.
He stopped spanking while he waited for her reply.
Jamie's throat was dry, and she swallowed
hard. Finally, she said, "I was scared that if I tried,
I might not be able to."
"And then I'd feel really terrible that
I couldn't do it and let you, let us, down."
"And how do you feel now, James?"
Alan smacked her bottom.
A little voice from close to the floor: "Owww.
The little voice again: "Worse because
I didn't try, nnnnot just worse because you had to spppank mee."
Jamie sobbed quietly.
Alan resumed spanking Jamie's bottom and continued
to land solid smacks until he was convinced of her remorse and
felt she had been punished enough for the deceit. He helped
her stand up and took her hands in his as she faced him.
"Ok Jamie. I think you still have some
spanking to do."
"W-w-what? But you just spanked me!"
"You heard me. I just spanked you for
lying to me. Lying to me was your choice, Jamie, and when you
chose that, you chose two spankings tonight, not just one. There's
still that first spanking to take care of. Now, do you have
to stand in the corner first? With your naughty bottom bare?"
"No. Please, no. But maybe you should
call me on the cell phone?"
"No, Jamie. We're going upstairs, and
then I'm going to watch as you give yourself the spanking you
were supposed to get before I came home. Come on, young lady,
Alan held out his hand and waited for Jamie
to take it and be led upstairs. "Better that than risk
walking in front of him," she thought as she rubbed her
bottom with her free hand.
As Alan helped Jamie get on their bed, he
picked the paddle up off the quilt and tapped it against his
palm. For just a second, Jamie thought Alan might spank her
with it, and she almost felt relief at not having to do it herself.
"Alan, I'm sorry I lied to you."
"I know you are, Jamie. What *was* that
I heard, anyway?"
Wondering if anyone ever really died of embarrassment,
Jamie blushed and took a deep breath. She climbed over the pillows
and buried her face. From her pillow, she said, "Shoes.
I smacked the soles of my shoes together."
Alan ran his hand through his hair. "Shoes?
shoes. I knew that didn't sound right. You told me it was a
bad phone connection, Jamie. Shoes?"
Jamie wasn't sure which to be gladder about
-- that Alan had little sense of poetic justice or that he saw
shoes and slippers as different items entirely and would therefore
not think of slippering her. She didn't have much time to mull
this over because Alan placed the paddle in her hand and said,
"Ok, young lady, I want to hear 6 on each side. Now. And
if they are not real smacks, they won't count and you'll find
yourself over my knee again. And then you can try again."
Summoning everything she had, Jamie managed
to smack each of her already-sore bottomcheeks half a dozen
"Good girl. Now 3 on each thigh and then
6 low on the middle of your bottom."
Once again Jamie complied with Alan's instructions.
"Ok, 6 more spread out on each side.
These are the last ones, so make them harder than the others."
Holding back tears, Jamie reached back and
counted out the hard smacks on her crimson bottom. As she landed
the final smack, she began to cry shakily.
Alan took the paddle from her hand and held
her close, her pajamas still down. "Ok, Jamie, all over."
Alan patted Jamie's back and gently rested his large hand on
her hot, sore bottom. "And I'm proud of you for being a
brave girl. I'm going to go get some cream for your bottom."
Jamie waited for Alan on the bed, on her tummy,
hugging her pillow close. After he gently rubbed some cream
into Jamie's bottom, he washed her face with a soft cloth, finger-combed
the hair off her face, and kissed her forehead. Then Alan lay
down next to her on the bed with his arm around her.
"My finger." Jamie held out her
hand inches from Alan's face.
"You want cream on your finger?"
"No, it hurts. I hit it with my shoe."
They both laughed ruefully as Alan kissed
her finger and made it better. He pulled the quilt up over both
"Jamie, you could have told me that you
didn't think you could spank yourself. We could have talked
about it, you know. It probably would have saved you a spanking
for lying. And besides, you did manage to do it."
"I know." And she did.
As Jamie and Alan snuggled under the covers,
Lucy and Ethel stuffed chocolates into their poufy hats at the
candy factory until Alan found the remote and clicked the tv
off. Jamie settled her head onto Alan's chest and was asleep
almost instantly; an exhausted Alan held her close and marveled
at what they had.
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