The Train…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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Pam had always been a goody two shoes...a real prude. She was a nice
girl. She was dependable. Actually, she thought of herself as
boring.
Every day she rode the train to work. She sat about four rows back from
the "in" crowd...the popular people. They sat together every
day. They talked and made jokes and laughed real loud. It made most
of the other regulars on the train uncomfortable.
But not Pam. She liked it. She found
herself laughing with them. But she could never be like them. Pam
couldn't laugh out loud, or they would hear her. They wouldn't accept
her.
At the end of the day, the "in" crowd laughed and drank beer and
traded sex stories. Pam listened and longed to be one of them.
One day, she moved up a row so she could listen better. She tried not to
laugh out loud when one of the raunchy construction workers made some crude
sexual innuendo after one of the female cops made an innocent comment.
She may have been a prude all her life, but it wasn't as if she didn't KNOW
things.
Each day, she found herself moving up one row until she was sitting directly
behind the group. One day she even found herself laughing out loud.
One of them noticed her. His name was Al. He was one of the cops.
He turned back and smiled at her. At her.
Al was smiling AT HER.
Pam continued to sit directly behind the group every day after work. One
day she finally added into the conversation. Some of the construction
workers were surprised. Here was this sweet, innocent, young girl talking
in one of their conversations.
From that day on, she became part of the group. She still sat behind
them, but she was considered a part of them. They all said hi every day
as Pam got on the train. They offered her a beer each day. She
always refused; she didn't drink, but she liked that they offered.
She laughed when they made their sexual comments. She blushed when they
made fun of her, and made references to her sex life. She couldn't tell
them she didn't have much of a sex life. She was 24 years old and still
single. She was a prude, but she wasn't a virgin...just hadn't met that
special somebody yet.
Pam always tried to sit behind or near Al. He was the one who had first
noticed her. He was the one who smiled at her. He talked to her and
joked around with her. He kinda defended her
and took care of her whenever the other guys got too raunchy.
Al was so nice. Pam fantasized about what it would be like to be with
Al. She wondered what he would be like on their first date. She
wondered what kind of a kisser he was. She thought about him a lot.
Sharon, one of the office workers, who was in the group, noticed Pam staring at
Al one day and smiled. Later, she whispered something to Pam. Pam
turned ten shades of red as she blushed from embarrassment. Sharon had
asked Pam if she had a crush on Al. All Pam could do was nod.
Sharon smiled.
A few days later, Sharon told Pam that Al was single. It was a day when
he wasn't there...had taken a personal day. Pam was so excited; she
didn't know what to do. She couldn't make a move on Al. He was a
cop. He was...big. He was strong. No, she couldn't do it.
But the next day when Al was back, Pam was sure he was smiling wider at
her. She was sure that he was joking with her more. She was sure he
was staring at her. Sharon. It had to be. She had to have
said something to him. Pam wasn't sure if she was angry or delighted.
Soon after Al asked Pam out. She couldn't believe it. Al. The
one she had liked had actually liked her back. She said yes, of
course. She couldn't wait to see what Al was like outside of the train.
They went out to dinner. Al came to pick her up at her house. He
was dressed in jeans and a nice sweater. Pam was wearing a conservative
navy dress. She hadn't wanted to dress too fancy, or too sexy. Al
was such a sweetheart; he complimented her on how pretty she looked.
He took her to a local Italian restaurant. During dinner, they talked
about their childhoods. Al was a bit older than Pam. He was
36. He had already been married and divorced and had two kids. Pam
didn't mind. Al's kids were 10 and 12 and lived with their mother in
another state. He said he didn't get to see them much.
They talked about college, and life, and their careers. Pam told Al what
it was like in the office she worked in. It was an okay job, but not
something she had thought she would be doing at this stage of her life.
Al had ordered a bottle of wine. Pam sipped slowly at it. It tasted
pretty good, but she did not want to drink too much. She wasn't much of a
drinker and didn't want this to go to her head. She wasn't sure she could
hold herself accountable for her actions if she got drunk. She remembered
what it was like back in college; you would drink a lot and then feel funny and
not care if you did something stupid. Pam did NOT want to mess things up
with Al.
Pam and Al dated for a while. No one on the train, except for Sharon,
knew it. They kept their personal life and their train life
separate. They joked around a lot together on the train, and flirted, but
it was all innocent. They saved the not so innocent stuff for the nights
and weekends.
Things got a little hectic when Pam moved in with Al. They had been
seeing each other for almost six months. Pam was at Al's house almost
every day and night by this time, anyway. It seemed silly to keep her
tiny apartment. After the divorce, Al had kept his house, so he had
plenty of room.
Nothing changed much on the train, except that the group noticed Pam was
getting off at a different stop. She just said that she had
moved...nothing else. It was their little secret.
Pam and Al had lots of secrets. But not from each
other. They told each other everything. They had a great
relationship...one that Pam had dreamt of her whole life. She had always
wanted to date an older man, someone who would take care of her.
Oh, and Al took great care of her. He wined and dined her, as best he
could on his police salary. They put their money in a joint bank account
and Al took over paying all her bills. He gave her a small salary each
week so she could go shopping and whatnot. Pam loved it.
Al took care of Pam in other ways too. Just as she had imagined, Al was a
great kisser. He was a great lover, too. Pam didn't kiss and tell,
but if she did, she would turn ten shades of red each time she spoke of
it. Al did things to her that she had never dreamed possible. She
had never had a lover like Al.
Al also made sure that Pam behaved herself. Any little transgression and
it was right over his lap. But Pam loved
it. She had always wanted someone to keep her in line. She had
never needed it growing up. She had always done the right thing, so her
daddy had never had to punish her. She wished now that he had.
Pam had a budget and she had to tell Al everything she purchased. He was
usually good about it and let her buy anything she wanted. It was her
money after all...he just held onto it and balanced the checkbook. He
made sure to remind her when the gas tank got low and needed to be
refilled. Al took care of everything. It was more than Pam had ever
hoped for.
One day on the train, Pam decided to take Steve up on his offer of a
beer. Steve was the raunchy construction worker who Pam was always a bit
leery of. Al was surprised, but amused when Pam took the beer. He
watched her closely.
The others noticed a change in Pam this day too. She was louder and
sillier than usual. She came back to every poke with one of her
own. She was raunchy and crude right along with them. Al, though,
did not find this too funny at all. The worst part was when Pam started
poking fun at Al, in front of everyone.
Nobody thought anything of it. They just laughed, with her, not at her,
like people had done most of Pam's life. She liked this newfound
attention. Pam continued to crack jokes and make fun of Al. She
spoke of donuts and how "he" should know what they are, and other
things.
Pam was taken aback by Al's reaction to her joking around. He looked
directly at her and said, "Come here, young lady."
Pam looked at Al. She saw the expression on his face. He looked
upset, or maybe even angry. Her smile turned to a frown. That voice
and that expression meant only one thing...she was in trouble. But here? On the train?
Surely Al wouldn't spank her here on the train. Not in front of
everyone...not in "the group."
Everyone laughed when Al said it. They watched to see what would happen
next. Aside from Sharon, no one in the group knew they were a couple;
that they lived together. They just thought Al and Pam were two of
them. They didn't know the dynamics behind the phrase.
Pam froze. Her hand started to tremble. This was not fun. He
couldn't, could he? She didn't know what to do with the beer in her
hand. She looked around and then back at Al.
"I'm waiting, Pamela Jean."
Pamela Jean. Oh that wasn't a good sign. Everyone on the train
laughed and went "oooooohhhhh" as if she
were a child in trouble on the playground.
"That's it, Al, you take care of her!" Steve shouted.
Pam just looked at Steve. If they were home, Pam would have smiled under
her breath as she went to Al. He would spank her, and it would hurt, but
they would make love afterwards and she would know he still loved her.
But this; this was different. This was in front of everyone. Pam
was worried that she wouldn't be accepted into the group anymore.
"Okay, young lady, you had your chance to cooperate," Al said,
standing up. He grabbed her beer and handed it to someone; Pam wasn't
sure who. Then he grabbed her hand and led her over to him. He was
sitting on the aisle, where he usually sat. In one full swoop, he pulled
her over his lap and raised his hand and brought it down over and over again on
her bottom.
The others laughed and hawed and made animal noises. They had no idea
that this was an ordinary thing in Pam and Al's household. Al continued
to spank Pam.
"You do not {Smack! Smack!} make
fun {Smack! Smack!} of me
{Smack! Smack!} on the train,
{Smack! Smack!} young
lady. {Smack! Smack!}
It is inappropriate {Smack! Smack!} and
I will not {Smack! Smack!} stand
for it. {Smack! Smack!}
You know better!" he scolded. {Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!}
It hurt but Pam did not cry. She was too embarrassed. She tried to
remain calm and not kick her feet either. Al was not smacking her very
hard. This would have been a mild spanking at home, almost a playful
one. But here on the train, Pam was just humiliated.
"Are you ready {Smack! Smack!}
to behave {Smack! Smack!} yourself, {Smack! Smack!} young lady?" he barked. {Smack!
Smack!}
"Uhh, yes, yessir,"
Pam said.
"Good," Al said, giving her several fast and furious smacks to her
rear-end before letting her up. Pam stood there, rubbing her
bottom. She didn't know what to do: where to go. At home, there
would have been cuddling or corner time. She looked at Al. Surely
he wasn't going to make her stand in the corner of the train.
Al smiled at her and pointed to her seat. She looked around at the
others. They were all smiling at her. She sat down, gingerly.
Someone handed her back her beer. No one said a word about what they had
just witnessed. Not to her anyway.
To Al, they just said, "Way to go, Al. Keep your woman in line."
Pam smiled. So they had known all along. This could get
interesting, she thought.
The end.