Being Careful...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.
This story is protected by copyright. Readers may make one archive
copy for their personal use only. Any other copying, or any reposting or
republication, may be done only with the explicit permission of the authors.
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Special thanks go out to
Lynne, again. I always give credit where
credit is due.
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“Fucking
bastard!” Pam muttered to herself
as she opened the front door, dropping all her packages on the floor. “He thinks he’s such hot shit!”
“Pamela?”
Pam looked up. Al was standing in the kitchen holding a
soda. He looked directly at her and
frowned.
“Hi,
sweetie!” Pam said, her voice
changing instantly. She ran over and
gave Al a big hug and kiss.
Al hugged her for a minute
and then gently pushed her away. He
looked into her eyes. “Pamela, what have
I told you about that mouth of yours?”
Pam looked down at the floor
and muttered, “Not to curse?”
“Yes. Now what’s gotten into you? Why did you come in the house stringing all
those curse words?” Al asked intently, searching Pam’s face for an answer. He led her to a seat.
Pam looked around the living
room. It held a large couch, which the
two of them were currently sitting on.
It was a soft, tan, leather couch.
There was a matching loveseat and chair opposite the couch. In between was a glass coffee table with a
bunch of knick-knacks and books on top.
Pam reached over and picked
up a toy car they had picked up on one of their trips. It was the kind that if you pulled it
backward and then let go; it would move on its own. It was green and had flowers on it. Pam played with it and thought about how to
answer Al.
“Pamela, I’m waiting, young
lady,” he said sternly.
Young
lady. Pam sighed.
She should have known she’d be in trouble for this. She’d best tell the truth. If Al even had the slightest doubt she was
lying, she would regret it later.
She turned and looked at Al,
still fingering the toy car. “Well, you
see, I, uh,” she started.
Al gently lifted the car out
of Pam’s hands and set it back on the table.
He put his hands carefully on her shoulders and looked into her
eyes. “Pam, I want you to tell me what happened,
right now.”
Pam’s story came out really
fast and Al had to ask her to repeat it slowly.
“This guy in a red Ferrari just cut me off on the freeway. I was so pissed,” she reiterated.
“That’s it?” Al asked. “A car cut you off? And you came in here
cursing him out? Pam, you left the
freeway ten minutes ago, why is it still making you mad?”
“Well, something else
happened,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Hmmm, and what would that
be?” he asked. He was sure he wasn’t
going to like it, whatever it was.
“Well, I kind of flipped him
the bird,” she said quietly.
“YOU DID WHAT? What are you CRAZY?” Al screamed. “He could have come back for you. He could have gotten out of his car with a
shotgun and killed you. You don’t know
these people. Some people are nuts,
honey.”
Pam started to cry. They had had this discussion several
times. Pam was always sticking up her
middle finger at people in cars who pissed her off. She was always muttering some curse words
under her breath when she was waiting on long lines. She couldn’t seem to help it. She blamed it on being a New Yorker. New Yorkers had NO patience.
“I’m sorry, Al. I won’t do it again,” she said tearfully.
“NO, you won’t. I’m going to make sure of it!” Al said.
Pam knew what that
meant. But she also knew she had to come
clean about the rest of the story.
“There’s a little bit more, Al,” she stated.
Al tried to concentrate on
not being angry. He didn’t like to spank
Pam when he was angry.
After counting to ten a few
times, he said, “Okay, now tell me the rest.”
“Well, after I flipped him
the bird? He, uh, he saw me, and he, uh,” Pam stopped. She didn’t want to tell Al the rest.
“He WHAT?” Al demanded.
“Did this guy threaten you, Pamela?”
“NO, sir, he just... Well, he drove right next to me on the
freeway and rolled down his window, and spit on my car. Then he roared off. That’s it!” she cried.
Al breathed a sigh of
relief. “You realize it could have been
much worse, Pam?”
She nodded. She did know.
Pam knew it was wrong to flip her middle finger at people, but sometimes
she just couldn’t help herself. “I
do. I’ll be better, Al, I promise. I won’t do it anymore.”
“Sweetie, you know you have
to be punished for this?”
Pam looked at Al. “But I promise, Al. I’ll do better.”
But Al shook his head. Sometimes he felt like he was punishing one
of his kids. But Pamela wasn’t his
daughter. He didn’t even have a
daughter. And his sons were far away,
living with their mother.
“No, Pamela. Now get ready!” he said softly.
“Yes, sir,” Pam said. She stood up and went in front of Al. She kicked off her sneakers and pulled down
her jeans. She stepped out of them. Then she slowly pushed down her panties so
they were at her ankles. Pam looked at
Al once more. He was waiting.
Pam laid herself across Al’s
lap. Al positioned her so that her
bottom was high in the air. Then he
raised his hand up and brought it down on her bare bottom over and over.
{SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK!
SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!}
{SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK!
SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!}
“OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!” Pam yelled.
It was the weekend and up til then she had had
a great one. She almost forgot that
spankings could hurt so much.
{SMACK! SMACK!} “You will NOT
{SMACK! SMACK!} curse
anymore, {SMACK! SMACK!} young
lady. {SMACK! SMACK!} Whether it’s at the lady in line
in front of you at the supermarket, {SMACK! SMACK!}
or the guy who cuts you off on the freeway. {SMACK! SMACK!} You will NOT
{SMACK! SMACK!} flip the
bird, {SMACK! SMACK!} or put
your finger up, {SMACK! SMACK!} or
say any BAD WORDS, ANYMORE! {SMACK! SMACK!}
Is that understood?” {SMACK! SMACK!}
“Owwww,
yesssssssssssssirrrrrrrrrrrrr!” she cried. “I won’t anymore, I won’t.”
Al wasn’t even using the
hairbrush or the paddle, but he was not letting up at all. He just brought his hand down furiously over
and over on her poor bare bottom. Pam
was in so much pain.
“Let this {SMACK! SMACK!} be a lesson {SMACK! SMACK!} to you. {SMACK! SMACK!} I don’t want to hear {SMACK! SMACK!}
any more bad words {SMACK! SMACK!}
out of your mouth, {SMACK! SMACK!}
young lady. {SMACK! SMACK!} If I do, {SMACK! SMACK!} I’ll wash your mouth out with soap.” {SMACK! SMACK!}
Was he for real? Pam was
wondering if she had heard right. She
wasn’t twelve years old. Before Pam could
react to what Al said, he continued the lecture.
“And
cursing {SMACK! SMACK!} at strangers {SMACK! SMACK!} is just dangerous! {SMACK! SMACK!} You’re lucky
{SMACK! SMACK!} all that guy
did was spit on your car. {SMACK! SMACK!} He could just have
easily gotten out and hurt you,” Al said, finishing up her spanking.
He made sure to smack extra
hard on her upper thighs and her sit spot.
He wanted her to remember this lesson for a long time. “Okay, your spanking is over. I want you to go into the corner and think
about this.”
Pam walked slowly over to
the corner, panties still around her ankles.
Al hadn’t said she could pull them up.
And she knew better than to rub, even though her bottom felt like it was
on fire.
Pam thought about why she
had just gotten this spanking. She knew
cursing wasn’t right, but sometimes it just made her feel better. She would do better though. She would be real careful about what she
said, especially around Al.
After several minutes, Al
called Pam over to him. He hugged her
tight. Pam cried on his chest and
apologized again several times. Al
reached down and pulled Pam’s panties up over her bottom and sat her down in
his lap.
“Honey, do you understand
why I had to be so strict about this?” Al asked softly.
“Yes, sir, because you don’t
want some crazy person to hurt me,” Pam said, sniffling.
Al smiled and reached for a
tissue. He handed it to Pam. She took it and wiped her eyes and blew her
nose. “That, and it just isn’t ladylike,
Pamela. You’re not a truck driver.”
“Or a
construction worker?” Pam added,
thinking of their friends on the train.
“Right,” Al said. He turned his attention to the bags that Pam
had dropped inside the door. “I see you
had a successful shopping trip?”
Pam smiled. She loved to
shop, and as long as she stayed within her budget, Al didn't ever get mad. He
loved seeing her excitement when she had something new, and Pam had found this
incredible sale. Everything was 50% off for an end of season sale, so she
was really able to indulge herself.
Pam tried on one outfit after the other while Al watched her preen in front of
him. Suddenly, she saw a frown on his face. “Pam, how much DID you
spend on all this?”
“I'm within
budget, honest, Al! Look, here's the receipt,” she said, holding it out
to him.
Al was
stunned but finally told her he was proud of the way she was budgeting.
They had agreed to each put money aside every month so that they could
get ahead a bit and not splurge on things they couldn't afford.
That night, Al pulled Pam in close and looked deeply into her eyes. “Do
you know how much I love you, Pam?”
Pam saw
that intense look and was thrilled down to her toes. “Tell me, Al.”
Wrapping
her into a tight bear hug, he told her, “So much that it scares me to death
when you do things that are dangerous.
Pam, I NEED you to know, and really hear me when I tell you I couldn't
stand the thought of losing you.”
Suddenly
Pam felt something touch her shoulder, and realized that Al was crying. “Ohh, Al, I am soo sorry.
Please! I promise I will be more
careful. I hate when I disappoint you.
It's worse than any spanking you could EVER give me, Al.”
“Honey, you
know I spank you because I love you sooo much, don’t
you? Do you think I am an ogre?” Al
asked.
“No, Al, I
know you do it because you love me, but sometimes,” Pam replied, rubbing her
still sore bottom, “I wish you didn’t have to show me how MUCH.”
They both
giggled as the mood lightened a bit. Al looked down at Pam, and this time,
there was another intense look in his eyes that Pam knew and loved well.
The end.