Jumping…a Jessie story (M/f)

© 2006 by Sampast

 

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Jumping…a Jessie story (M/f)

© 2006 by Sampast

 

Jessie was bored.  It was raining outside, and she had nothing to do.  She had already watched a few of her favorite videos and her uncle had said it was time to find something else to do.  Jessie had already colored three pictures.  She had played with her dolls, and her stuffed animals.  She had even stared at Bunny for fifteen minutes, and still couldn’t think of a better name for him.  There was nothing to do.  Jessie looked at her bed.  It was soft and cozy.  It was the nicest bed she had ever had.  Uncle had even gotten her a soft, yellow blanket. Yellow was her “bestest” color.

 

Jessie climbed on the bed, and held the blanket.  She put it against her face and felt its softness.  Jessie had been staying with her uncle now for a few months.  They hadn’t heard from her daddy.  Jessie thought she missed him, but wasn’t sure she missed him all that much.  Sure, he had been a good daddy, but Uncle took very good care of her, and she liked him a lot.  She wasn’t even sure what she would do if her daddy came back.  He would want her to live with him, wouldn’t he?  Maybe.  She wasn’t even sure anymore.  Jessie wasn’t sure of anything.

 

Suddenly she felt angry. Angry at her daddy.  Angry at the stupid rain.  If it wasn’t raining, she could go outside and swing on the tire swing.  Or ride her bike down the block, wearing her new, yellow helmet with the red and pink smiling bugs on it.  But here she was, stuck inside, without anything to do.  Uncle was downstairs working and making phone calls.  Jessie stood up and started jumping.  Jumping relaxed her.  It calmed her down.  There was a trampoline at school, and whenever her class had gym, Jessie loved to jump on it.  She thought now about her new school and all the friends she had made since coming to live with Uncle.  She liked first grade, her school and her friends, and continued to think about them as she jumped.

 

Adam was downstairs.  He had just finished an important call.  He heard thumping coming from upstairs and wondered what his niece was doing.  He climbed the stairs and stood outside her door.  She was jumping on the bed.  He took a deep breath and decided he wasn’t going to scream.  He just appeared at the door and said very quietly, “Jessica.”

 

Jessie froze and stared at her uncle.  She sort of knew, or maybe thought, that jumping on the bed was not something she was supposed to be doing.  But it was so much fun, that that outweighed her thoughts.

 

“Jessica, we don’t jump on the bed.  Come down, please.”

 

Jessie sat down.  Uncle Adam came and sat down beside her.  She started to tremble, suddenly realizing she was in trouble.  She had been in trouble several times since she had come to live with Uncle.  Usually she got scolded and then got a spanking.  But she was always forgiven afterwards and given a clean slate.  She looked at Uncle and waited for him to scold her.

 

“Do you know why we don’t jump on the bed, Jessica?” he asked.

 

She knew, but didn’t want to say, so she started to say, “No,” but Uncle looked at her.  “Are you fibbing, Jessica?”

 

Jessie knew that Jessica was her real name, but she didn’t like to be called that when she knew she was in trouble.  It made it seem much worse.  The two names were even worse, so she was glad not to have heard her middle name yet.

 

Jessie nodded.  Adam sighed.  “Please don’t lie to me.  I always tell you the truth, Jessie, and I always want you to tell me the truth.”

 

Jessie just nodded again; she wasn’t sure what to say.  Adam continued, “When I took you in, I promised I’d take care of you.  I always want to know what you’re thinking or feeling so that I can help you the best that I can, all right?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Jessie said sadly.  “I’m sorry I was bad.”

 

“You weren’t bad, Jessie, but I don’t want you jumping on the bed.  It’s dangerous, and I don’t want you to get hurt.  I care about you and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.  If you jump on the bed, you could fall off and hurt yourself.”  He tapped her tummy.  “And I don’t want that to happen.”

 

Jessie smiled for a minute and nodded her head.  “Okay, Uncle,” she said.

 

“There’s another reason I don’t want you jumping on the bed, Jessie.”

 

“Why?” she asked, really wanting to know.

 

“That bed was very expensive.  I paid a lot of money for it.  If you break it, I will have to buy another one, and it might not be as comfortable as this one.”

 

“I love my bed, Uncle.”

 

Adam smiled.  “I know you do.” He stood up.  “So no more jumping on it, okay?”

 

“Okay,” Jessie said, waiting.  She thought her uncle was getting the hairbrush or something.  She couldn’t figure out why he had stood up.  Jessie waited for Uncle to tell her to get ready for her spanking.  But he didn’t.  He waved at her and started to walk out of the room.

 

Jessie called him back.  “Uncle?”

 

“Yes, sweetie?”

 

“Aren’t you going to spank me?”

 

Adam laughed.  “Did you want a spanking?” he joked.

 

“Nooooo,” Jessie said.  “But I thought…” she stopped.  She didn’t know what came over her.  Why would she ask about a spanking if he didn’t suggest it first?

 

Adam came back into the room and sat back down on the bed.  “Jessie? I told you why you shouldn’t jump on the bed, and you won’t do it anymore, right?”

 

“Yes, sir,” she said.

 

“Then we’re done here.  You’ve been spoken to and I know you won’t disobey me.  If you do, you’ll be in trouble.”

 

Jessie was shocked.  Her daddy would have scolded her AND spanked her.  She wasn’t sure what to make of this.  She kept staring at her uncle, with nothing to say.

 

“Now, I’m almost finished with the work I brought home.  How about you play quietly for a little longer, and then we’ll have lunch?” Adam suggested.

 

“Okay,” Jessie said, smiling.

 

A week or so later, Jessie was playing quietly before bed.  Bunny was sitting on the bed in the same spot he always sat.  Jessie looked over at him.  He looked sad.  Jessie went over and put her head down next to Bunny.  He was her friend, and often talked to him as if he were real.  “What’s wrong, Bunny?”

 

“I miss Daddy and our old home, and I miss jumping in and out of a rabbit hole,” Jessie imagined him to be saying.

 

“I didn’t know you liked to jump, Bunny.  I like to jump, too.  At school we have a trampoline.”

 

“I don’t know what a trampoline is,” Bunny said, “but sometimes when you’re at school, I jump on the bed.”

 

“Jumping on the bed is naughty, Bunny.  Uncle doesn’t like it.”

 

“Why? I’m just little.  I can’t break the bed or anything.  I’m really light.  Watch!” Jessie imagined Bunny saying.  She took him in her hands and made him hop up and down on the bed.

 

Jessie giggled.  “Wow, Bunny, you jump really well.  I bet I can jump just as good as you can.”

 

Jessie got into the game and climbed up on the bed.  “I’ll hold your paws so that we can jump at the same time,” she told her stuffed friend.  Then Jessie jumped up and down on the bed, with Bunny.                                          

 

She was so into her game with Bunny that she didn’t hear her uncle come down the hall and into the room.  He grabbed her and put her down on the floor.  “Jessica Lynn!” he shouted.  “I thought we discussed this.”  Uncle was angry.  Jessie realized what she had done and looked at the floor.

 

When she looked up, she realized she was still holding Bunny.  She remembered what he had ‘said’.  Instead of apologizing, Jessie got adamant.  “I’m only little.  I won’t break the bed!” she declared.

 

“Excuse me?” Adam asked.  He had never heard her get an attitude like this before.

 

Jessie got indignant.  “Don’t be such a party pooper, Uncle.  Me and Bunny was having a jumping playdate.”

 

Adam looked at his niece, and then at the stuffed rabbit in her hands.  “Maybe Bunny needs a spanking, too, then, if he thinks he can break the rules.”

 

Jessie looked at her uncle, and then at Bunny.  “The bed won’t break.  I’s just little.  And Bunny don’t weigh much.”

 

Adam sat down on the edge of the bed.  He pulled Jessie in front of him.  “Did we just talk about this not too long ago?  That jumping on the bed was dangerous?”

 

“I guess,” Jessie said, shaking off her bad attitude.  She tried giving her uncle the puppy dog eyes, but it didn’t work.

 

“You disobeyed me, Jessica.  You promised me you wouldn’t jump on the bed again, and now you have.  You’re going to be punished.”

 

“Noooooooo,” Jessie cried.  “I don’t want a spanking!”

 

“Well, you’re going to get one.  You broke the rules and you disobeyed me.”  Adam looked at Bunny, “And Bunny did too.”

 

Jessie clutched her bunny close to her.  “Oh, Uncle, please don’t spank Bunny.  He didn’t mean to be bad.”

 

Adam looked at Bunny and then at Jessie.  “Well it was his first time.  I guess I could let it go with just a warning this time.”  Adam put Bunny in his lap and said, “Bunny, I don’t want to see you jumping on the bed anymore.  It’s dangerous!”

 

Jessie made Bunny nod his head.  Then she tucked him into bed.  She looked up at her uncle in awe.  He knew the bunny wasn’t real, but he spoke to him as if he were.  In her eyes, her uncle was the greatest person in the world.  Jessie knew her daddy would have just flung Bunny on the bed, spanked her, and that would have been it.

 

“Now then,” Adam began, taking Jessie by the shoulders and looking deep into her eyes.  “Would you like to tell me what I saw you doing?”

 

Jessie looked at the floor.  Her bad attitude was gone, and in its place was a very sorry little girl.  “I guess I got caught up in my game of pretend, Uncle.  Me and Bunny was talking and he told me he missed jumping.  So we started to jump on the bed.”

 

Adam had to stifle a chuckle.  He did actually find the humor in the situation, but he still had a job to do.  “Well, Jessie, next time you are playing a game of pretend, do you think you could pretend to jump?”

 

“Yes, Uncle.  I’m sorry,” Jessie said.

 

“Let’s get you ready for bed,” Adam told her.  He pulled her shirt off and put her pajama shirt over her head.  He pulled it down and tickled her tummy a little.  Jessie smiled.  Adam helped her step out of her pants.  He put her pajama bottoms next to him on the bed.  “First we have something else to take care of, don’t we?”

 

Jessie nodded sadly.  “Yes, Uncle.”

 

Adam pulled Jessie over his lap.  He pulled her panties down and positioned her over his lap.  He raised his hand and brought it down on her bare bottom.

 

{Smack!} “You do not disobey {Smack!} me, young lady.  {Smack, smack!}  When I tell you {Smack!} not to do something, {Smack!} then you don’t do it!”

 

“Owwwwwww, yes, Uncle!” Jessie cried.

 

“And, young lady, {Smack!} you do not {Smack!} give me an attitude. {Smack!} I speak nicely to you, {Smack!} and I expect you {Smack!} to speak nicely to me.  {Smack!} Is that understood?”  {Smack! Smack!}

 

“Yes, Uncle, I’s sorry!”

 

Adam finished off Jessie’s spanking with a half dozen swats to her sit spot.  He was only using his hand, but Jessie was crying hard, and Adam knew she was sorry.  He rubbed her bottom as she lay over his lap, and she tried to calm down.

 

When she was ready, she slid off her Uncle’s lap.  She hopped up and down, rubbing her bottom.  “Uncle?”

 

“Yes, Jessie?”

 

He was back to her nickname; that was a good sign.  “Is I gonna be punished every day my whole life? Am I a bad girl?”

 

“No sweetie, you are not a bad girl, and you will not be punished every day.”

 

“Just if I mess up?”

 

“Yes, sweetie, only if you misbehave.  You’re just a little girl and are still learning to behave.”

 

Jessie nodded.  Adam pulled up her panties, and helped her on with her pajama bottoms.  She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

 

When she came back, she had a thoughtful look on her face.  “Uncle? Do you still love me even when I don’t behave?”

 

“I will always love you, Jessie, no matter if you are naughty or not.”

 

“I’ll always love you, too, Uncle, even if you hassa spank me.”

 

Adam smiled.  He watched her climb into bed and lay on her tummy.  She yawned.  “That spankin’ made me sleepy.”

 

“Spankings do that because you try to fight it.”

 

“They hurt,” Jessie said.

 

“They are supposed to hurt, sweetie.  It’s how you learn,” Adam said, sitting on the edge of the bed.  He smoothed her hair away from her face and leaned down and kissed her cheek.

 

Jessie yawned again, and clutched Bunny tight to her.  She tried to stay awake.  She tried to focus on her uncle’s face and voice.  Jessie tried to say something, but she was so sleepy, it came out as a murmur.

 

“Shhhh, sweetie, sleep now.  We can talk tomorrow.”

 

“I love you, Uncle,” Jessie managed to say coherently.

 

“And I love you, too, Jessie.”

 

The end.