Little Girl...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
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Al stood waiting on the
station platform. He checked his watch
again. He looked around. Where was she? It wasn’t like Pam to be this late. The train would be pulling up any
minute.
Suddenly someone was behind
Al. The person jumped on his back and
said, “Boo!” Al jumped. He turned quickly to see who his attacker
was. It was Pam. She started to laugh. Al did not.
“Where have you been?” he
asked her.
Pam looked at her
watch. “Oh, please, it’s not that late,”
she answered.
“Don’t sass me, Pamela,” Al
said sternly.
Just then the train pulled
up. They got on and went to their usual
seats. No one else from the group was on
yet.
Al sat across from Pam and
looked at her. “Well?” he asked.
“Well what?”
Al sighed. It was going to be this kind of
afternoon. “Pam, I asked you why you
were so late in meeting me.”
Pam looked away. Al put his hands on her head and turned her
face to meet his gaze. “What happened?”
“I had to see my boss before
I left.”
“And why was that?”
“He just wanted to give me a
letter. It was nothing.”
“Nothing? Can I see the
letter?” Al asked.
Pam didn’t want to show Al
the letter. But she knew she had
to. She had agreed to their lifestyle,
even if it meant she was sometimes in trouble for things she did. In a way, it helped to keep herself
accountable for her actions.
She took it out of her purse
and handed it to Al. He scanned it
briefly and frowned.
“It says here that you’ve
been written up for being late coming back from lunch, and that this is the
fourth time in a month. Is this true,
young lady?”
Pam nodded. Al sighed again. “Why have you been late? Don’t they give you
an hour, Pamela?”
“Yes, sir, but...” Pam stopped.
She knew she was going to sound like a little girl making excuses.
“But
what?” Al asked.
As Pam was about to answer,
some of their friends got on the train.
Pam was distracted from telling Al her reasons. She said hi to Shelley and Sharon, the office
worker twins. And
Bruce. Arnie
got on, too. The four of them sat in the
five-seater on the opposite side.
Al turned back to Pam after
greeting his friends. “Well?” he asked.
Pam looked at Al. “You want me to tell you right NOW?” she
whined.
“Yes, young lady, and you’ll
do it without the whine in your voice if you know what’s good for you.”
“Fine, but when Pauly and Steve and everyone get on, I’m not discussing it
anymore,” Pam said. When Al frowned
again, she added, “Til we get home. Okay?”
“Okay.” After nothing from Pam, Al said, “I’m
waiting. Stop stalling, Pamela Jean.”
Pam hated hearing her full
name. It reminded her of those TV shows
or movies where the child was in big trouble and the parent said their full
name. Of course, she was never in
trouble as a child. So this was all new
to her.
“I was shopping,” she
stated.
“Shopping? You mean, like,
for clothes?” Al asked. When Pam nodded,
Al said, “On your lunch hour? Didn’t you eat, honey?” Now suddenly he was all concerned.
“I did eat. I grabbed a hot dog from a vendor on the
street,” she said. She knew even as she
said the words that they would come back to haunt her later. Al would insist that a hot dog was not a
proper lunch. She was sure she’d get a
lecture later on healthy eating.
“Well, we can discuss your
diet later. What I’d like to know right
now is why you were late getting back to your office,” Al said quietly. The train was beginning to fill up, but no
one sat next to Al and Pam. Al checked
his watch. The construction workers were
late today. Either that or they were all
working overtime.
“Well, the lines were really
long, sir. I knew I had to be back, but
there was this shirt I just had to have.”
Pam knew she should quit while she was ahead. Even to her the excuses were sounding lame. But Al expected honesty, and even Pam knew
better than to lie to him.
“Pamela, this is not
acceptable. You really...” but Al was
cut off by Pauly, Steve, and Mike getting on.
Everyone did high fives and
said hi. No one had seen Mike for a long
time. He had been working a different
shift. The three of them wanted to sit
together, so Al offered to move to the five-seater. He needed a bit of time in dealing with what
Pam had told him anyway. He would have
to think of how he wanted to handle the situation. Al definitely could not let Pam get away with
these latest transgressions.
The construction workers had
just made it on the train. About a
minute later, the train pulled out of the station. The conductor came around and checked
tickets. Everyone was talking and
laughing and having a good time.
Pam was being incredibly
silly. She knew she was. She was just in a funny mood. She knew that later on she would be over Al’s
lap, so what did it hurt to have a good time now, she thought.
Mike, Pauly,
and Steve were enjoying Pam’s silly mood.
They were making fun of her, and she was coming right back with shots of
her own. They were amazed in the change
in her.
At one point, Sharon offered
gum to everyone. The large pink pack
came around. Pam smiled. It was the kind that when you bit into it,
there was liquid that squirted into your mouth.
“Oh, cum gum!” she
shouted. The men hoohed and hawed.
Shelley looked over at
Pam. “Pam said that?” she asked in
surprise.
When Pam nodded, Shelley
laughed. Everyone laughed. Everyone but Al.
Oh, what a fuddy duddy, Pam thought. That was funny. Everyone thought so. Well, he could be an old stick in the mud if
he wants to, she thought to herself.
Besides, she didn’t like people thinking of her as a prude anyway. She wasn’t.
The fun lasted even as some
of the regulars got off the train. After
several stops, it was just Pam and Steve in the four-seater. Pam was still being incredibly silly. So silly she was becoming annoying.
“Hey, Al, you have a harness
for this one?” Steve asked Al. Al looked
over to see what Pam was doing.
She was bending Steve’s
fingers back and laughing. “Pam, enough!” Al said.
But Pam looked over at Al
with defiance. She wasn’t going to
listen to him. She jumped into Steve’s
lap then and started jumping up and down.
Anyone else thought she might be doing something sexual but she
wasn’t. She said she wanted a ride. Steve just laughed. He even humored her.
Al was not laughing. He was getting angry. Pam was acting like a little girl. A little girl out of
control. Well, he would get her
back under control later, he thought.
When they got to their stop,
Al stood up and put out his hand to Pam.
“Come on, honey,” he said sweetly.
He didn’t want the others to know how upset he was with her.
Pam looked up at Al. He was smiling. She got up and took his hand. She leaned back down to kiss Steve on the
cheek. Then she waved to Sharon and
Shelley and walked with Al to the door.
The doors opened and Al
started to get off. But there was a
resistance. Pam did not move. “Come on, Pam,” he said.
“No.”
Al stood on the platform and
looked at Pam still standing on the train.
“What do you mean, no? We have to get off
here. Come on, sweetie.”
“No, I don’t wanna get off,” she said in a little girl voice. Pam was taking acting like this a step too
far.
“Pamela Jean, let’s go!” Al
commanded. But Pam only shook her head
from side to side. She wasn’t sure why
she was pushing the envelope. She would
pay for this little stunt later.
Al looked around at all the
people. He looked at the conductor. Thankfully they were in the car with him or
Pam might have been stuck on while the doors closed. The conductor looked back at Al and
encouraged her to get Pam off the train.
He had to close the doors and move on.
The Railroad prided itself on being on time.
“Pam, are you going to walk
off that train like a big girl?” he asked.
When Pam smiled and shook
her head no, Al sighed and got back on the train.
Before Pam could react, he
picked her up, flung her over his shoulder and carried her caveman style right
off the train. The people on the train
cheered.
Then Al deposited her on the
platform and landed about a dozen rapid spanks to her bottom. They could hear the people on the train
applauding as it pulled out of the station.
No one on the platform even
responded. After all, this was New
York. Anything could happen here.
Pam was stunned. When Al was through, she just stared at
him. Then she turned and stomped
away. Al followed. Pam stomped her feet all the way to the
car. She didn’t care who or how many saw
her.
“Pamela, you know that I
will not hesitate to lift your skirt and take your panties down right here on
the street corner,” Al said as they waited for the light to change so they
could cross. “Now knock it off. You’re already in big trouble, young lady.”
Pam just pouted. She knew she was in big trouble. She knew she should stop acting as she
was. But she couldn’t stop. She was so far into her role as a little
girl.
When they got to the car,
Pam reached for the front passenger side door.
But Al put his hand on her arm and stopped her. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“Getting IN!” she screamed
in his face.
Al let that go. But he did lead her to the back seat. He opened the door and gently pushed her
in. “Oh, no, little girls do not sit up
front. They sit in the backseat.”
Pam hmmmphed. Al let that go, too. He went around and got in the driver’s
seat. He looked in the rear-view mirror
at Pam pouting and smiled to himself.
“Fine, be a chaffeur,” was all she said. Al was going to treat her like a little girl?
Okay, Pam thought. I can play this game.
When they were almost to the
7-11, Pam shouted, “Ooh, Daddy, stop! I
want a slurpee!”
Al looked in the rearview
mirror at Pam pointing. He laughed as he
realized the game she was playing. “No,
Pamela. Treats are only for good little
girls. The only thing you’re getting
this afternoon is a spanking!”
“But I want a slurpee!” she yelled.
“I’ll get one anyway.”
When the car stopped at the
red light right across from the 7-11, Pam reached for the door handle. But Al predicted this move, and locked the
back door. Then he put the child safety
lock on. That meant Pam couldn’t
manually unlock the door. Al grinned to
himself; he always wondered what possible use he could have for that feature.
Pam sat back in her seat,
pouting. She knew she was beat. But the game was not over. If Al was going to treat her like a little
girl, then she was going to act the part.
When they pulled up in front
of the house, Al unlocked the door. But
Pam did not move. Al went to her door
and opened it. “Are you going to come
out on your own, or do I have to carry you in?
I promise you that you will not like what happens if I have to do that,
little girl,” he said.
Pam decided not to find out
what Al meant by that. She got out of
the car and followed Al into the house.
She had no idea what lay in store for her.
When they got inside, Pam
opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Evian. Then she began to look through the mail. “No, young lady,” Al said. Pam looked up at Al’s face. Surely he wasn’t going to continue to treat
her like a little girl here at home.
“I want you to go upstairs
and put on your pajamas. Then I want you
waiting for me in the corner.”
“Oh, Al, come on, I’m sorrrrrry!” Pam whined.
“I was just having fun!”
“Well, now you’re going to
pay the consequences for it. Now scoot!”
he said, landing a smack to her skirt-covered bottom.
Pam looked at Al in
surprise. Then she did as she was told.
About twenty minutes later,
after reading through the mail, Al headed up to their bedroom. He had to cover his mouth with his hand not
to laugh out loud when he saw her.
Pam was standing in the
corner wearing footed pajamas, the ones with the drop seat. Where on earth had she
gotten those, he wondered.
Al walked in and moved his
desk chair to the middle of the room. “Come
here, young lady,” he ordered.
Pam turned around in the
corner and looked at Al. She smiled ever
so slightly. If Al had blinked, he would
have missed it. “I’m waiting, little
girl.”
Pam walked over to Al. She knelt in front of him and stared up at
him. “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me,” she tried. She even put on the famous little girl puppy
dog eyes.
Pam looked so cute. Al almost wanted to smile. He wanted to pick her up in his arms and
cuddle her. She was being so endearing,
even if she was in big trouble. He loved
her to death.
But no, he had to stay
serious. He had to stay in the
moment. She had acted very irresponsibly
and he had to deal with it. Pam could
not get away with the stunts she had pulled today.
Al looked down at Pam. “You’re in very big trouble, Pamela
Jean. Can you tell me why you are about
to get this spanking?”
While Al waited for her to
answer, he thought back to when his kids were younger. He hadn’t had to spank them too often. But when they were in trouble, his wife had
always left the disciplining up to him.
Pam said, “Cuz I didn’t get off the train?”
Al said, “What else? You
know there’s a lot more, baby.”
Pam sighed. She put her head into Al’s lap and
cried. “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be good.
Pleeeeease!”
Al didn’t know what to make
of this. Pam never begged out of a
spanking. She knew she needed them. Usually the guilt of what she had done got to
her enough to take her punishments. Al
found all of this slightly amusing, though.
He realized she was still acting like a little girl.
“Pamela Jean, you were very
irresponsible today. You went shopping
on your lunch hour. You got back to your
office late. Not to mention the fact
that a hot dog is not a healthy lunch.
You sassed me and whined to me.
You shouted obscenities on the train, and annoyed our friends. You refused to get off the train and whined
in the car. I’d say that’s a lot of
transgressions for one little girl in one afternoon. What do you have to say for yourself?” Al said
all this very sternly.
Pam lifted her head up and
bit her lip. She had seen one of Al’s
nieces do that when she was in trouble a few weeks before. She thought it was very cute. “I-I-I’m sorry?” she asked.
“Well, you’re about to be
even sorrier, young lady. Stand up!” he
ordered.
Pam stood up. “Turn around!” When she did that, Al undid the drop
seat. He smiled as the flap fell. Pam was about to lie over Al’s lap on her
own, when Al stopped her. “I’ll do it,”
he told her.
Oh yeah, Pam remembered. I’m the little girl. Let Al do everything. Al pulled her across his lap. He lifted his hand and started to spank her
naughty bottom hard.
{SMACK! SMACK!} went
his hand. {SMACK!
SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!}
It did not hurt so much, Pam
thought. Not that it was a picnic, but
Al had spanked her much harder in the past.
She wiggled a bit to avoid the spanks anyway, but they just kept coming.
{SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK!
SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!}
“You will not {SMACK! SMACK!} act up {SMACK! SMACK!} on the train, {SMACK! SMACK!} young lady. {SMACK! SMACK!} People do not {SMACK! SMACK!}
want to hear {SMACK! SMACK!} your loud, obnoxious comments. {SMACK!
SMACK!} Especially crude ones.
{SMACK! SMACK!} Is
that understood?” {SMACK!
SMACK!}
“Owwwwwww, yesssssirrrr!” Pam cried.
“I’m sorrrrrrry!” Pam wiggled and kicked like the little girl
she was pretending to be. Al’s spanks
got harder and faster. The lecturing
continued.
“You will not {SMACK! SMACK!} be late {SMACK! SMACK!} coming back {SMACK! SMACK!} from lunch. {SMACK! SMACK!} You will do {SMACK! SMACK!}
your shopping on weekends {SMACK! SMACK!}
or when you have more time, {SMACK! SMACK!}
or plan better {SMACK! SMACK!}
so that you are not late. {SMACK! SMACK!} You will also {SMACK! SMACK!}
eat a proper lunch.
{SMACK! SMACK!} Am I
making myself clear?” {SMACK! SMACK!}
“Ohhhhhhhh, owwwww, uh, yes, sir. I will. I promise!” Pam cried.
Maybe it was the change in
her voice. Al wasn’t sure when it
happened, but he realized that Pam had changed from being a little girl to the
big girl he knew and loved.
“I know {SMACK! SMACK!} it’s tough {SMACK! SMACK!} for you {SMACK! SMACK!} to be good {SMACK! SMACK!} all the time. {SMACK! SMACK!} But that {SMACK! SMACK!} is why {SMACK! SMACK!} I am here,
{SMACK! SMACK!} to remind and
encourage you {SMACK! SMACK!} to
behave.”
Al paused as a thought
crossed his mind. Then he
continued. {SMACK!
SMACK!} “You’re allowed {SMACK! SMACK!}
to have {SMACK! SMACK!} your ‘little girl’ times, {SMACK! SMACK!}
Pamela. {SMACK!
SMACK!} I love you, baby.” {SMACK!
SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!} {SMACK! SMACK!}
{SMACK! SMACK!}
Pam cried as she heard Al’s
words. She needed that. Needed to be a little girl
sometimes. Needed
to hear that it was okay. Al
stood her up and Pam cried over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry for the way I
acted, Al,” she said.
“I know,” Al said,
smiling. He kissed her cheek. Then he stood her back and looked into her
eyes. “Now you know we’re not done here,
don’t you?”
Pam nodded. Al unzipped the footed pajamas and let them
fall to the floor. Pam stood there naked
watching him. He pointed to his
lap. She nodded.
She lay back across his lap
and the spanking continued. The big girl spanking.
The end.