Annie went limp over his lap and sobbed quietly. She wanted it to be over, but she was at least relieved for the break. She wasn't sure she could handle much more right now.
Jack cursed his lack of preparedness. He had always wanted to spank a miscreant, and now that he had his chance, he was woefully unprepared. Why, oh why, didn't he carry a paddle with him everywhere, just in case a situation like this ever came up? Because he had never expected a situation like this to come up in reality, that's why, he thought ruefully. His mind searched frantically for a suitable substitute. He wasn't even wearing a belt. There were a couple of wooden rulers in the desk drawer, but they were the cheap, flimsy kind that were so popular these days. What could he use? If he'd been home, there would have been plenty of options. He had a thick ruler in his desk there, or he could have gotten a wooden spoon from the kitchen, or…
Suddenly, he remembered that they used rubber spatulas in the lab to remove the rat pup liquid feed formula from the can. He knew he had at least a dozen new spatulas in his supply cabinet, one of which just might work very nicely indeed!
He stood Annie up off his lap, and she reached to pull up her pants. "No, leave them down," Jack ordered. "You're going to stand in the corner for a few minutes while we take a break." He took Annie gently by the arm and helped her to walk awkwardly to the corner, where her jeans and panties pooled around her ankles.
Jack stepped back to take in the sight of her standing red-bottomed in the corner and then quickly hurried into the animal room where he rummaged through the cabinet feverishly. He grabbed one of the spatulas, pulled it out of its packaging, and returned to the outer room. Annie still had her face to the corner, her red bottom nicely displayed. Jack sat back in the chair for a few minutes to think about how to proceed. He was almost dizzy with excitement, and he was surprised at the sudden strength of his attraction for Annie. He not only wanted to continue spanking her, but he also longed to hold her and comfort her and thank her for providing this incredible experience. He felt like he was moving in a dream, but he wanted to savor every moment of this extraordinary night.
After a few minutes, Jack got up and moved close to Annie. He put one hand on the wall on either side of her head and spoke quietly near her ear, "Annie, it's time to finish your spanking now."
Annie turned to look at him desperately. "Please, please..." she whispered. Jack looked down and held her gaze, and she dropped her eyes. "Yes, sir," she said quietly.
Jack was astounded at how compliant she was. It was obvious that she desperately wanted the spanking to stop, and he had been wondering whether he should grant her request when she had bowed her head and agreed to continue. Her submissiveness not only increased his arousal and desire for her, but also touched him deeply. He wanted to take her in his arms right then and make passionate love to her, but he also wanted to continue her spanking. His mind and body were both a riotous mixture of emotions.
Jack had to move away from her before he did something she had not given him permission to do. He sat back down and said, "Take off your jeans and panties and come back over here." Annie gave a small sob but kicked off her shoes and removed the clothes from her ankles. She tugged her shirt down as far as it would go in the front to protect her modesty then returned to Jack's side.
Jack took her hand and gently pulled her to stand between his knees. "Annie," he said sternly. "You must never do anything like this again. I won't give you a second warning. Now, let's finish your spanking."
Annie felt helpless as Jack bent her over again. This time, he positioned her across only his left knee, and her legs were left hanging between his thighs. She was bent at a sharper angle now that she was over only one knee, and this made her feel even more vulnerable than she had when she had been across his lap. Her head was hanging down, and her hands clutched at the floor to keep her balance.
Jack looked down at her already reddened bottom and hefted the spatula in his right hand. He brought it down with a resounding smack on her right cheek. Annie let out a soft shriek and her right hand moved to protect her bottom. Again, Jack pinned it firmly to her side and held her tightly with his left hand. He gave her five swats in quick succession, covering her bottom in a random pattern. By the end of the five smacks, Annie's legs were kicking wildly, and Jack pinned them down with his right leg.
* * *
Annie was surprised by the sting of the smacks. What could he be spanking her with? Whatever it was, it was much smaller than his hand, so it didn't cover as much area, but where it did hit, it left a much sharper sting than his hand had. It really hurt a lot! Jack gave her another five swats, this time making sure to make contact with the tender area where her bottom met her thigh. This "sit spot" was much more exposed in her new position than it had been when she had been lying across his lap. Annie yelped softly as each swat fell.
After five more swats, Jack stopped again for a moment and examined the effect the new implement had on her bottom. She was a much brighter red where the spatula had struck. After a moment, he resumed the spanking and gave her another five swats, again concentrating on the lower part of her bottom and the tops of her thighs. He felt her squirming and trying to kick beneath him.
Jack continued the pattern of giving her four to five sharp swats, then waiting a few moments, then giving her another set of four or five. After about eight sets, he noticed Annie's kicking and squirming had subsided somewhat. By the end of the next set, she was lying limply across his lap, sobbing quietly. He gave her one more set then decided she'd had enough. He let go of her with his left hand and used it to rub her back gently. She seemed not to even notice the spanking had stopped. She continued to lie across his knee, crying softly.
"Annie," he called to her quietly. "Annie, it's over. Come on, Annie, get up." When she still didn't respond, he reached down and gently lifted her up. He planned to send her back to the corner for a little more corner time, but when he set her on her feet, she just collapsed. Her legs didn't seem to support her and she fell in a heap at his feet.
* * *
Jack was extremely concerned. Had he pushed her too far? Was she going to be okay? He quickly reached down and scooped her up in his arms. He looked around, and, not knowing quite what do or where to put her, he sat back down in the chair and held her on his lap. She gave a small groan and shifted onto her hip so that her bottom was not resting on the rough fabric of his pants. Then she buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Jack rested his cheek against the top of her head and stroked her hair. He rocked her gently and spoke soothingly into her ear, "Hush now, it's all over. It's all over now, baby. It's okay. Everything's okay. Hush, it's all over now, baby."
The sting in Annie's bottom was so great that she was hardly aware of her surroundings. She was only dimly conscious that the spanking had stopped, and it was several minutes before she could process where she was, what she was doing, and what Jack was saying to her. Slowly, she became aware that she was cradled in his arms with no pants on, and that she was crying and holding onto him for dear life. The shock and mortification of finding herself in this position, however, were overwhelmed by the feelings of comfort and relief. And some other feelings, too. Some unfamiliar feelings – some feelings that were so powerful she couldn't make herself let go of him. She wrapped her arms even tighter around him and let her tears soak his shirt.
After a few moments, her sobs started to fade, and the feelings of embarrassment for sitting bare bottomed on his lap while she cried became stronger. She pushed herself into a more upright position, then tried to sneak a quick peek at his face. She saw the big wet spot her tears, snot and sweat had made on his shirt and quickly tried to brush it away. "Oh, look what I did to your shirt! I'm so sorry!" she apologized raggedly.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to apologize." Jack pulled her close again in a brief hug, and then reached down to smooth the hair away from her teary face. He was extremely relieved to see her stop crying. "Are you okay?"
Annie nodded an
d tried to swallow. He had just called her sweetheart! Her head was reeling from all that had happened. But suddenly, she was aware again of her lack of pants. Her face reddened.
Jack could see a range of emotions flit across her face, but when he recognized embarrassment, he took action. "I'm going to go check on the rats. You get dressed and wait for me here. Okay?" Annie nodded. "Do you promise that you'll wait for me?" Annie nodded again. Jack set her down gently and quickly rose and went into the animal room.
Chapter 4
As soon as he got into the rat room and closed the door, Jack collapsed weakly into a chair. His mind was a raging turmoil, and so was his body. His erection was so stiff; he had hardly been able to walk the few feet from Annie to the rat room. He felt lightheaded; he wasn't sure when he last breathed. He was shaking with desire for Annie and, also filled with the most tender feelings imaginable for her. He wasn't sure his legs would hold him up. He put his head back and took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself. He still couldn't believe he had an experience like that. It seemed unreal. Just thinking about it made him lightheaded again. He tried to pull himself together before he had to face Annie again.
* * *
As soon as Jack shut the door, Annie hurried over to where her jeans were and pulled them on. She winced as the rough fabric grazed her sore bottom. She didn't even take the time to put on her panties; she merely stuffed them into her pocket. She put her shoes back on and tried to straighten out her thoughts.
The emotional rollercoaster ride her feelings had been on tonight left her drained and reverberating like a struck gong. She was elated when Paulie talked to her and kissed her and highly distressed when he convinced her to let him into the lab. She was mortified when Professor Davis had discovered them. She was terrified when she thought she was going to be arrested and expelled, giddy with relief when she found she wouldn't be, utterly ashamed when she realized she had betrayed Professor Davis's trust. Nervous and scared, when he decided to spank her, scared and in pain when he did, and then comforted and relieved and maybe even a little aroused when he held her after. It was too much for one night! It was too much for one year! And what was going to happen now? She went to the sink in the far corner to wash her face and try to untangle her emotions.
* * *
When Jack returned to the outer room, he found her drying her face by the sink. She glanced up at him then quickly looked back down. They both stood there for a moment in awkward silence, and Jack knew it would be up to him to break the ice. He pulled up another chair next to the one he had been sitting on when he spanked her.
"Annie, come sit with me so we can talk." Annie came over and looked reluctantly at the chair, then sat timidly on the very edge of it.
"Oh, of course, Annie, would you rather stand?" Annie nodded and quickly stood up. Jack gently moved her until she was standing between his knees again and then he took both her hands in his.
"Annie, I think we should talk about what just happened." Annie bit her lip. She didn't want to talk.
Jack wasn't sure where to start. Maybe he should let her go first. If she was angry about the spanking or thought that he had overdone it, maybe she should have a chance to say so. It was probably much more intense than she had been expecting. He had no idea what she was feeling at this moment.
"Is there anything you want to say to me, Annie?" Jack asked gently.
Annie looked down. What was she supposed to say? "Um, just, I'm really sorry for what I did and thank you so much for not sending me to jail, and I'll never it do it again…" Annie's voice trailed off. She didn't know what he expected her to say.
"Well, that's good, Annie. But that's not what I meant. I meant is there anything you want to say about what happened afterward? About what just happened?" Jack wanted to make sure she had a chance to tell him if she thought he had spanked her too hard.
Annie's brow furrowed. Did he expect her to thank him for the spanking? She most definitely did not want to do that! She snuck a peek at him through her lashes. No, that didn't seem to be what he was waiting for. Not knowing what to say, she shook her head mutely.
Jack took a deep breath. "Well, I have some things to say to you, Annie. First of all, you are very important to me. I am very glad you chose to continue working with me. I don't want to lose you. I want you to be a part of my lab. I want that very much. However..."
Annie's head snapped up at the word however. Was he going to fire her, after all? It wasn't fair! Not after...
"However," Jack continued. "If you decide that, after tonight, you no longer want to work with me, I'll respect your choice. I know this was a very emotional experience for you, and…"
Jack's words started to jumble together in Annie's head. Did he think she was going to quit now, after what she had just gone through to keep her job? How could he think that? She shook her head to try to clear it and make sense of his words.
Jack was still talking, but Annie quietly interrupted him, "No, I want to keep my job."
Jack squeezed her hands gently. "I am very glad to hear that, Annie. Of course, you're free to change your mind, at any time, when you've had time to think things over, but I hope with all my heart, you'll stay on with me."
"I will," replied Annie. "I won't change my mind." She finally met his gaze, and Jack smiled at her.
Their conversation seemed to be reaching its end, moving toward closure, and Jack realized that closure was the last thing he wanted. More than anything in his life, he wanted this night to last forever. He longed to sweep Annie up in his arms and carry her home to his bed and… Stop it! he told himself angrily. You can't think like this. But his desire to prolong the moment was so intense that he found himself babbling just to keep the conversation going.
"Well, Annie, I can't tell you how glad I am you decided to let me spank you so that you could keep your job here." Keep talking, keep talking, don't let her leave, some part of him howled. "But of course, this spanking only excused you from being fired. It doesn't cover all the other rules you broke." What the hell was he saying? "You broke university rules, federal laws, violated my trust, and put yourself in a dangerous position. You still need to be punished for all your other misdeeds." Oh, my God, what have I done? he thought frantically. She is certainly going to report me now! I am in big trouble. What is wrong with me?
Annie stared at him with wide eyes. Was he planning to spank her again? Her bottom was still stinging! She couldn't let him start spanking her again when she still hurt so much from the last one.
"My bottom hurts too much. If you start spanking me all over again now, well, I just don't think I can stand it!" Annie's voice was choked with tears.
"No, no, not now. I didn't mean now. I meant, maybe, a few days from now, when you've had time to recover." Jack had no idea where the words were coming from. It was as if someone else was speaking through him. In fact, he was quite shocked to hear the things he was saying.
Annie looked at him with some nervousness. "When?" she asked softly.
"Um, next weekend. Friday night." Jack couldn't believe she wasn't screaming at him and threatening to report him.
"I'm scared," Annie whispered.
"Of course, you are," Jack said, looking directly into her eyes. "But you do trust me, don't you?"
"Umm." Annie paused for moment, and then continued, "Yes."
"All right, then," said Jack. "Well, let's review what rules you broke. You broke federal laws by allowing food and drink in the lab, you violated university policy by bringing an unauthorized person in here, you betrayed my trust by jeopardizing our studies, and, maybe most importantly, you risked your own safety by being alone with a man you barely knew, without letting anyone know where you were. That's four violations, so you should receive four more spankings." Jack was flying by the seat of his pants here. He had no idea what he was going to say next. In fact, what was coming out of his mouth appalled even him. Surely, she would start screaming bloody murder now.
* * *
Annie was shocked. Four more spankings! How could this be happening? She could barely get through the one she had already had, and now she was supposed to have four more? It was unthinkable! But some part of her thought she deserved this, and some smaller part of her even wanted it badly. Of course, the spanking had been awful and had really hurt, but those few minutes afterwards, when he had held her and called her sweetheart…
Annie swallowed nervously. "Four?" she asked. "I-I…" She couldn't find the words; she didn't even know what she wanted to say.
"Why, do you think we should add a fifth, maybe for endangering the rats?" Jack was almost numb from shock at what was coming out of his mouth.
"No!" Annie exclaimed vehemently. "F-four is enough." Her voice trailed off as she hung her head.
As appalled as he was by what was coming out of his own mouth, Jack was equally shocked by Annie's reaction. He expected her to be angry at his outrageous suggestion, furious even, but she was agreeing to it. Her compliance touched something deep inside him; moved him deeply on a physical and emotional level. He had to squeeze her hands tightly to prevent his own hands from grabbing her head and kissing her hard on the mouth. He took several deep breaths to steady himself.
"Okay. Friday nights, it is. For the next four weeks." He saw her swallow hard. "Agreed?"
Annie nodded her head, unable to trust her voice. What was she getting herself into?
* * *
Jack realized he had better get her home before he did something she did object to. Spankings were one thing, deflowering a virgin without her consent, quite another. He had no right to ask her for anything when she was in this vulnerable emotional state. He wanted her so badly; he had to exercise all his self-control.
"Well, we had better get you home. The temperature has dropped below freezing out there, and it's supposed to sleet tomorrow. Where's your coat?"
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