either.”
“You want normal rookie discipline,” he said. “Great. I'll send you out to the country for a month to listen to Amish wiretaps.”
“You can't wiretap the Amish,” Jamie pointed out. “They don't use telephones.”
“Precisely. It means you sit out in a shed in the middle of nowhere and you do nothing. It's a time out, basically. A very long, very boring time out. Is that what you want? Or would you prefer I smacked your butt and we got on with the case?”
Her pout grew deeper as she folded her arms over her chest. “I guess I'd rather go on with the case.”
“Yes,” he said. “You would. Now we're going to go somewhere quiet and I'm going to finish the spanking I started.”
“What?” Her eyes went wide. “Why?”
“Because you haven't begun to learn your lesson yet, my girl,” he said. “Now, shall we go to the park, or...”
“Indoors!” Jamie squeaked. “Somewhere indoors!”
“There's my place,” Jack suggested.
“I can't believe you're making me agree on where to go so you can spank me,” Jamie said, blushing furiously. “You're... you're...”
“I suggest you don't finish that sentence,” Jack said, putting the car in gear. “My place it is.”
Chapter Five
Jamie squirmed in the seat whilst Jack drove. She couldn't quite believe what was happening. Was he really going to drive her back to his place and spank her? Or was it a bluff? She hoped it was a bluff; the alternative was too embarrassing for words.
Glancing over at him once or twice, she screwed up the courage to speak, and to actually apologize. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I know I should listen to you. Please, we don't have to do this.”
“But we do,” he said firmly. “The only reason you're apologizing now is because you can sense that there's about to be a real consequence for your actions. You weren't interested in apologizing before.”
“I was too pumped up,” Jamie tried to explain. “You know, from catching that guy.”
“From running down an innocent member of the public, you mean.”
“Tomayto, tomahto.”
“I'm glad you're still being so flippant,” he said grimly. “Let's see how you feel when you're over my lap.”
“No!” Jamie wailed. “I'm not being flippant. I'm just... please Jack, come on...”
He pulled into a neatly kept driveway in front of a neatly kept apartment building. It wasn't in the good part of the city, but it wasn't in the bad part of the city either. It was in a distinctly average neighborhood, where perfectly average people went about their lives.
Not one of them gave Jamie a second look as she stepped out of the car. That was notably different from what had happened when they'd gotten out of the car in the ghetto. People had taken notice of her there. Every eye had been locked on her. People out there paid attention to what was going on around them, which made it much more frustrating that they wouldn't talk.
“Come on,” Jack said. “Let's go.”
She didn't want to go. She balked at the glass door, reluctant to step over the threshold. Jack came up behind her and slapped her bottom, providing the necessary motivation.
“Cut that out,” she hissed, holding her backside protectively.
“Into the elevator, agent.”
Jamie got into the elevator with a sensation of mild dread and mild... well, it was excitement. She wasn't keen to experience any disciplinary action Jack had in mind, but as he stepped in beside her, filling the small space with his strong bulk, she experienced a certain physical reaction to his presence.
He pushed the button for the 6 th floor. A mad, impish impulse took Jamie. She reached out and mashed every button below the 6 th . Now they'd stop at every floor on the way up.
“You little brat!”
She was covering her bottom, but it soon turned out that made no difference. Jack had no trouble sweeping her hand away from her backside and slapping her cheeks soundly enough that the echo of her howl traveled up
“You want normal rookie discipline,” he said. “Great. I'll send you out to the country for a month to listen to Amish wiretaps.”
“You can't wiretap the Amish,” Jamie pointed out. “They don't use telephones.”
“Precisely. It means you sit out in a shed in the middle of nowhere and you do nothing. It's a time out, basically. A very long, very boring time out. Is that what you want? Or would you prefer I smacked your butt and we got on with the case?”
Her pout grew deeper as she folded her arms over her chest. “I guess I'd rather go on with the case.”
“Yes,” he said. “You would. Now we're going to go somewhere quiet and I'm going to finish the spanking I started.”
“What?” Her eyes went wide. “Why?”
“Because you haven't begun to learn your lesson yet, my girl,” he said. “Now, shall we go to the park, or...”
“Indoors!” Jamie squeaked. “Somewhere indoors!”
“There's my place,” Jack suggested.
“I can't believe you're making me agree on where to go so you can spank me,” Jamie said, blushing furiously. “You're... you're...”
“I suggest you don't finish that sentence,” Jack said, putting the car in gear. “My place it is.”
Chapter Five
Jamie squirmed in the seat whilst Jack drove. She couldn't quite believe what was happening. Was he really going to drive her back to his place and spank her? Or was it a bluff? She hoped it was a bluff; the alternative was too embarrassing for words.
Glancing over at him once or twice, she screwed up the courage to speak, and to actually apologize. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I know I should listen to you. Please, we don't have to do this.”
“But we do,” he said firmly. “The only reason you're apologizing now is because you can sense that there's about to be a real consequence for your actions. You weren't interested in apologizing before.”
“I was too pumped up,” Jamie tried to explain. “You know, from catching that guy.”
“From running down an innocent member of the public, you mean.”
“Tomayto, tomahto.”
“I'm glad you're still being so flippant,” he said grimly. “Let's see how you feel when you're over my lap.”
“No!” Jamie wailed. “I'm not being flippant. I'm just... please Jack, come on...”
He pulled into a neatly kept driveway in front of a neatly kept apartment building. It wasn't in the good part of the city, but it wasn't in the bad part of the city either. It was in a distinctly average neighborhood, where perfectly average people went about their lives.
Not one of them gave Jamie a second look as she stepped out of the car. That was notably different from what had happened when they'd gotten out of the car in the ghetto. People had taken notice of her there. Every eye had been locked on her. People out there paid attention to what was going on around them, which made it much more frustrating that they wouldn't talk.
“Come on,” Jack said. “Let's go.”
She didn't want to go. She balked at the glass door, reluctant to step over the threshold. Jack came up behind her and slapped her bottom, providing the necessary motivation.
“Cut that out,” she hissed, holding her backside protectively.
“Into the elevator, agent.”
Jamie got into the elevator with a sensation of mild dread and mild... well, it was excitement. She wasn't keen to experience any disciplinary action Jack had in mind, but as he stepped in beside her, filling the small space with his strong bulk, she experienced a certain physical reaction to his presence.
He pushed the button for the 6 th floor. A mad, impish impulse took Jamie. She reached out and mashed every button below the 6 th . Now they'd stop at every floor on the way up.
“You little brat!”
She was covering her bottom, but it soon turned out that made no difference. Jack had no trouble sweeping her hand away from her backside and slapping her cheeks soundly enough that the echo of her howl traveled up
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