Allergies...a “Pam and Al” story (M/F)
(c) 2001 by Sampast
This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any
resemblance to any real person is coincidental and unintended.
This story depicts a spanking relationship between two adult
characters. It should not be read by anyone unwilling to read such content.
This story, while not sexually explicit, is intended for an adult audience.
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Al picked Pam up at the
train station. She had stayed late for
an office party.
“Oh, Al, I am so tired,” Pam
said. “And so full.”
“But you had a nice time?”
he asked.
“Yeah, it was fun. I was so happy for Lynda and Mark. But there was way too much food.”
“How much exactly did you
eat, Pamela?”
“Way too
much. Ugh,” Pam said.
They walked into the
house. Pam headed straight for the
bedroom and changed into her nightgown.
Al met her in the bathroom, where she was washing up.
“What happened to your
face?” he asked.
Pam looked up at him and
then in the mirror. She saw the puffy
cheeks and lips. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just an allergic reaction. I get that sometimes.”
“An
allergic reaction to what?” Al
asked. He turned Pam to face him and
looked closely at her face. Under her
eyes were all puffy as if someone had punched her. “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked,
with growing concern.
“Al, sweetie, I’m fine,” Pam
said, noticing the distress in his voice.
“Really. This just happens to me sometimes. Believe me, it will
be gone by the morning.”
Al traced his fingers along
Pam’s lips. They were puffy as
well. “Well, I don’t like the looks of
it. Not at all. Get dressed again. I’m taking you to the emergency room.”
“Emergency
room? Why? What the hell for?”
Pam snapped.
Al had headed back for the
bedroom but turned around sharply at Pam’s words.
“Excuse me, young lady?” he
asked.
Pam looked at Al. “I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to say that. I just
don’t need to go!” Pam whined.
“We will discuss your words
and your tone of voice later, young lady.
Right now, you need to go back and get dressed. We’re going to the ER. NOW!” Al ordered.
Pam knew Al meant business,
but she also knew she didn’t need to go.
She knew what she was allergic to.
She knew what would happen if she ate certain foods. Tonight was a special night. She figured a few hours with a puffy face
wouldn’t do anyone any harm. It wasn’t
painful or anything. But Pam didn’t know
if she should admit this to Al. One way
or the other, Pam had a feeling she’d be in big trouble.
She followed Al into the
bedroom. He was putting his shoes back
on. “Al, really, hon,
it’s okay. I’ve
had this before. It’ll go away in a few
hours.”
“Pamela Jean,” Al
began. “I’m only going to say this one
more time. Get dressed.”
Pam sighed. She didn’t want to get dressed again. She didn’t want to go see some strange
doctors in the middle of the night. She
already knew what they would tell her.
She said, “Al?”
“Yes?”
“I’m allergic to cherry
cheesecake,” she admitted.
“Cherry
cheesecake?”
Pam nodded.
Al said, “And did you eat
cherry cheesecake tonight at the party, Pam?”
Pam nodded again.
Al sighed. “Pamela, if you know you’re allergic to
something, why on earth would you purposely eat it?”
“Because I like it?” she
asked, rather than stated.
Al sighed again. “What happens, Pam, when you eat things
you’re allergic to?”
“Well, I get hives, and my
lips and eyes puff out for a few hours.
That’s it!”
Al went over to Pam and
lifted up her nightie. He saw small red blotches all over her
body. “The hives?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” Pam said.
“Do they itch?”
“Like crazy,” she admitted.
Al sat down and pulled Pam
close to him. “Why do you do this to
yourself, Pamela?”
Pam bit her lip. She had been asking herself the same question
on the train ride home. She knew what
would happen if she ate the cheesecake, but it had looked so good, she couldn’t
resist.
“I’m waiting for an answer,
Pamela Jean,” Al said.
“I don’t have a good one,
sir. It was stupid,” she uttered.
“I’d say so,” Al said. “I don’t understand why you would do
something to hurt yourself on purpose.”
“I don’t know, sir,” Pam
said.
“I don’t like you to hurt
yourself, Pam. I love you so much, and I
try to protect you. I can’t protect you
if you’re not willing to take care of yourself.
Do you know what happens when you don’t take care of yourself?”
Pam wasn’t sure, but she had
a feeling she was about to find out.
“You get mad?” she asked, biting her lip, like a little child in
trouble.
But Al shook his head. “No, sweetie, I don’t get mad. I am at a loss to understand you,
though. And I want you to take good care
of yourself. I think I need a way to
encourage you to do just that.”
Pam stood up in front of
Al. “I think I know how you can do that,
Al,” she said.
“Tell me.”
“Please punish me.”
Al was surprised. Pam usually admitted to wrong-doing and
accepted her punishments, but she had never asked for one.
“Do you understand what
you’re telling me?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. I want you to
spank me, Al. I want you to punish me
for what I did tonight. It was stupid
and naughty.”
Al smiled at the juvenile
use of the word “naughty”. “Okay,” he
said. “You know what to do.”
Pam nodded. Al moved from the edge of their bed to the
giant overstuffed chair they kept in the room.
He moved the clothes off of it and sat himself down. Pam reached up under her nightgown and
slipped her panties down and then stepped out of them. She pulled her nightie
up and laid herself over Al’s lap.
“I’m ready, sir,” she said.
“Okay, then, tell me why
you’re getting this spanking, Pamela Jean.”
“Because I ate cherry
cheesecake and I knew I was allergic to it.
I knew what would happen and I did it anyway. I’m sorry, sir.”
“Well, you’re about to be
even sorrier,” Al said. He raised his
hand high in the air and brought it down sharply on Pam’s bottom.
{SMACK!}
‘Owwwww, that
hurt!’ Pam thought. She knew it was
coming, but didn’t realize the intensity with which Al was going to do it. He didn’t let up either. The spanks kept raining down.
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
Pam didn’t cry out. Not yet.
But it did hurt. A lot. Almost as much as the hives itched. But Pam wasn’t thinking about her itching
right now. She was too busy feeling the
fire in her backside.
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} “You will not
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} eat foods
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} that you
know {SMACK!} {SMACK!} you
are allergic to. {SMACK!}
{SMACK!} Is that understood, {SMACK!}
{SMACK!} young lady?” {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
“Owwwwww,
yessssssirrrrrr,” Pam cried.
“And {SMACK!} {SMACK!} you do not {SMACK!} {SMACK!} curse or whine {SMACK!} {SMACK!} at me. {SMACK!} {SMACK!} I will not {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
stand for it. {SMACK!} {SMACK!} You are not
{SMACK!} {SMACK!} a
child. {SMACK!}
{SMACK!} You need to act {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
like a lady. {SMACK!} {SMACK!} Got it?” {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
Pam almost smiled at that,
but she didn’t. She knew Al let her have
her ‘little girl’ days. But apparently
this wasn’t one of them.
“Y-y-yes,
sir. I’m sorrrrrry!”
“Well, I should hope so,” Al
said, giving Pam about a dozen more smacks-most of them on her sit spot and
upper thighs. Pam was in pain but she
knew she needed this.
Finally, Al let her up. All she wanted was to be taken in his arms
and held and told she was forgiven. Pam
turned to look in Al’s face. The caring
and concern was still there.
Then Al pointed to the
corner. Pam was hoping not to have to do
corner time tonight. She really was
tired and itchy, and now sore.
“Oh, Al, do I have to?” she
said, making sure not to whine.
In response, Al smacked her
bottom three more times. “Owwwwww!” Pam yelled. She guessed the answer was yes. She ran to the corner.
Pam stood in the corner for
about ten minutes. She wanted to rub so
badly, but Al hadn’t said whether she could or not, so she didn’t.
Al watched her from the
chair. Pam stood there, her very red
bottom on display. On the backs of her
legs and back, Al could see the little red blotches. He just sighed.
Finally he called her over
to him. He took her in his arms and held
her tight.
“I love you, Pamela,” he
said.
“I love you, too, Al. Thank you for punishing me. I know I really deserved that.”
“Yes, you needed it. I hope we won’t have to do it again, though,
Pam. I really want you to take good care
of yourself.”
“I know. I will.
No more cherry cheesecake. I
promise.”
Al looked at her and said,
“Well, just remember, sweetie, cherry cheesecake will not only make your eyes
and lips puff out, and give you hives.
But it will always make your bottom much redder than the rest of you.”
Pam looked at Al. He smiled.
The end.