Adeline, Troublemaker

by forkedrosesofred

Adeline is a 20 year old girl from a town on the north west coast who's not very good with social anythings. Jack, someone who has known her for a very long time, may end up being just the person she needs to save her from herself. Contains non sexual spanking of a socially awkward young adult.

1. Sea Lions

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, walking quickly to the run down white truck I called my baby. I hadn't felt this pent up since.. well I don't know, in forever. I twitched my nose at the wet feeling of a rain droplet splashing down onto me. Looking to the grey sky I saw a storm coming, clouds forming almost as quickly as I was walking. I fumbled around in my bag for my keys, my vision blurry as tears began pooling that I refused to let drop. I wouldn't cry about this, I'm so much stronger than that. I found my key and opened the door, practically throwing myself into the truck and slamming the door shut. It was only a matter of moments before Kris noticed I'd left and I honestly just couldn't deal with him right now. Having him see me cry like this, it would just- I choked on a few tears, a lump forming in my throat that I couldn't clear.

I turned my radio on, much louder then I ever have it, hoping to drown out my own thoughts. Cecil Baldwin's soothing voice filled my car and I began backing up, hoping to get out of here as quickly as humanly possible. The steepled white church and blindingly colorful flowers made me sick. The last time I had been forced to come here was for my sister and it wasn't any better this time. I tore out of the parking lot, ripping down the gravel road and practically catching air as I soared down the hill. I didn't bother checking my mirrors, knowing Kris was probably standing in front of the church watching my manic driving.

But I honestly just didn't care right now; I kept driving, through the countryside and through the town, through the back roads and to the only place I knew nobody would ever come looking for me.

Down below the docks I sat with my knees tucked in under my chin, crying rather pathetically as my breath hitched in my throat, trying to keep myself under control but failing miserably. A rather large sea lion lifted its head and gave a halfhearted yell at me, his way of telling me to pop off and go somewhere else. I gave a small smile, knowing he wouldn't do anything to me, as I'd been very close to all the sea lions here since I was small. He was just a grumpy old man, no match for me, pathetically sobbing 20 year old girl. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, accidentally rubbing sand on my face in the process. But sand was an expected part of living on the coast, an unfortunate fact we all had to face here.

Two more sea lions swam up to the shore, plopping down next to me under the cool shade of the docks and giving me no more then a glance here and there. Before long they were all napping in the cool crisp air of late January, the sun surprisingly hot for the time of year. But by 6 in the evening the sun was gone and it began to rain again, clouds painting the sky in a gloomy grey I was all to familiar with. I slowly crawled over to one of the smaller sea lions and leaned up against it for warmth, hoping it wouldn't be upset by the contact. But I had been coming down to the docks to sit with the sea lions since I was a small child and they had grown to accept me, or at least tolerate my presence.

After too long of trying to fall asleep and fighting back tears I finally got up and stretched, tired of the cold and wet outside, needing some kind of real warmth. My fingers were numb as I stretched them, squeezing them into fists and stretching them out, climbing up the rocky slope back to the actual docks. What I hadn't anticipated was the rain making the rocks so slippery and I had a very difficult time trying to climb up to the top. My hands wouldn't quite grip and I lost my footing, my feet flying out from under me as I scrambled to grab at anything at all. Before I knew what was happening I had bashed my head into the edge of a slippery rock and tumbled down, landing painfully in the wet sand below.

I felt a sticky wetness on my forehead and I couldn't breath, like the wind had been knocked right out of me. I struggled for a time trying to breath, painfully sucking in shallow breaths as I held a shaky hand covered in red in front of my face. A fuzzy blackness began closing in around me but before I completely blacked out I faintly saw the face of someone familiar. Someone good, and safe.

I finally felt warm, even a bit too warm to be honest. A comfortable warmth covered my body and I tugged at what I assumed to be a blanket, pulling it in around my face to cover my cold ears. I had never felt so comfortable before. I could hear a fire crackling, and the smell of pine and pumpkin filled the air, a pleasing and relaxing scent I gladly welcomed. Something warm and wet touched my forehead and I flinched as a stinging spread across the skin. I opened my eyes to see a hand; a large hand, definitely belonging to a man, holding a damp towel to my head. It moved away to reveal the face I had been eager to see, the face belonging to the person I had seen just before blacking out. Jack.

Jack was not only way above me in rank, but was my boss' boss. He was the manager of the whole store I worked for. He was tall and twice my size, muscular and much stronger then me. Ever since I met him all I could think was that he looked like Darvell from Bizantium, that weird movie about vampires. He had the same eyes and facial structure for sure. My mind began to scramble as I was set into a panic, sitting up and throwing the blankets off of me. He reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, looking me directly in the eyes with that intense stare of his. "Lie down." He only needed to say that, nothing more, and I was already back down on my side obediently. For some god awful reason I had always found him to be so intimidating, despite the fact that he was kind and usually very lenient, reasonable even when it came to being a manager. He was understanding when you were late, always said good morning, even checked in from time to time to see how everyone was doing in their department, just to make sure everyone had had their breaks and were doing alright.

But for some unknown reason I had always found him... Scary? That wasn't the right word but it's the only one I can manage to find to describe quite how I feel. Whenever he tells me to do something I obey, mindlessly, and stupidly. I hate being told what to do, and usually I am very rebellious, but with him... I roll over and show my stomach like a dog. Like a stupid, mindless animal. A shiver ran down my spine suddenly and he noticed, grabbing the blankets and practically tucking me in. "Stay here."

He stood up and walked away, leaving me there to lie down as he had instructed. I didn't know where I was or even what time it was and I began to feel very panicky. Maybe he was a psycho killer and I was locked away somewhere. But when I looked around it looked like a rather expensive, comfortable living room with a beautiful old fireplace in the wall in front of the couch I was on. Nothing psycho killer esque. But you never know, so I sat up and threw the blankets off of me, using my arms to push myself off the couch and realized too late that I should have taken that slower as I was immediately dizzy and disoriented. A pain shot through my left ankle and I fell, but not before two strong arms caught me, gripping me tight and pulling me back up.

"What did I just tell you?" Jack was unhappy and I looked up at him, a scowl across his handsome features. He moved me back over to the couch, sitting me down where I was before. "You had a bad fall, I don't want you moving around at all."

I finally found my voice and asked in a quiet voice, "Where am I?"

His features softened at this. "Don't panic, ok? It was raining so I took you back to my place." He must have seen my reaction of shock because he immediately tried to give a better explanation. "No, what I meant was you were injured and wet and I didn't want to leave you there alone so I took you back here because I knew you'd be warm and safe here. I can take you home if you'd like."

I looked up at him with wide eyes. "No."

He looked a bit shocked at this but said nothing about it. "You know being under the docks is illegal." I didn't answer him, instead lowering my eyes like I usually did when he talked to me. It was a completely instinctual response, nothing I meant to do.

It was then that I noticed I was wearing a large t shirt and a pair of leggings. "What?" I had meant to ask where my clothes were, what happened to result in me not wearing my clothes but the answer was too terrifying, I couldn't ask. Had he seen me... NAKED? I went to stand up again, pushing his hands away as I tried to hobble away, but my ankle hurt so bad, I could feel it was badly swollen and my head hurt even worse. But I pushed him away, in result pushing me backwards, as it had no effect on him. He was much taller then me and had a lot of strength behind him too. "I want-" I want to go home. But home wasn't so great right now. Home reminded me of loss. Home was painful. I want him back.

"What is it? What do you want?" Jack was talking to me, but I just stared at him, unsure. Unsure of what I wanted, of what I needed. No. I know what I need. I don't know what I want. I began to walk away again, limping as I tried not to put pressure on my left ankle. "Addie, I don't want you moving around right now." He tried to move in front of me and I tried to push him again, but again to no avail as I simply tipped over. He grabbed my arm, yanking me up and before I knew it, over his shoulder like a lamb. "I said I don't want you moving right now." I was in complete shock as I lay over his shoulder, his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me secure.

"Please, Jack, put me down!" I pleaded when I found my voice. I had never even had a real conversation with the man, let alone touched him. Come to think of it, I'd never so much as shaken his hand. The most contact I've ever made with him was downcast eyes as he said hello. He didn't give an answer and my blood was pumping, head spinning, mind racing. I smacked his back with my palm lightly to get his attention but there was nothing. I hit again, and then with both hands, and finally I kicked my feet, moving my legs and trying to squirm out of his grasp, my feet making contact with his abdomen.

"Stop that!" The sound of a crisp sharp smack rang through the air and I stilled, completely baffled at what had just happened. Jack had just... smacked me. On the arse. "You're badly injured right now and I don't want you moving about. I want you to stay the night here and I will take you home in the morning, ok? It's very late." He began to walk and the view below me shifted, floors changing as we moved about the house. He was taking me somewhere but I was still too shocked to voice my questions. He opened a door and moved inside, closing the door after himself. He lifted me up and lowered me down onto a bed, being very careful of both my head and ankle.

I wanted to ask him why, why I couldn't just leave, why he cared, but I was scared and stunned and didn't want to anger him. He pulled the blankets down on the bed and told me to get in, so I crawled over them, getting into the bed. He gave a smile at that and it was very strange to see him smiling so much. It was normally very rare to see him give an actual genuine smile at work, even if he was really nice. But now, it was so different seeing him outside of work.

"Listen, Addie. I didn't mean to hit you. Nothing happened though. Your clothes were soaked and sandy so I pulled them off and put you in one of my old t shirts. My sister left her leggings here once and never came back for them so I put them on you so you wouldn't feel so exposed. I never saw anything and I didn't touch you inappropriately, ok?" His confession was sudden and I responded with a shake of my head, telling him I understood. I did have some amount of trust with him, he had always seemed like a good person and he'd never done anything to make me think otherwise. "Please stay here tonight. I want to make sure your injuries aren't bad. I'll check up on you through the night and make sure you have everything you need. Please, just stay here tonight and you can go back tomorrow."

With that he pulled the blankets up over me and turned to leave the room. He said goodnight before shutting the door behind him, leaving me in the dark room by myself. The moon was bright and shone through the window, giving me some form of light so I could look around the room. It was quaint, with white furniture here and there, a dresser across the bed, comfy chair to the right of the dresser, closet to the left of the dresser, a large window in the middle of the room. The bed had a soft cloud like comforter that engulfed me magically and made me instantly feel tired. But I had more things on my mind then sleep.

First thing was first, I needed to figure out where my phone was. It wasn't on me, I didn't have any pockets in these clothes. He had left my bra and panties on, for that I was grateful. Maybe he had been telling the truth, and had only changed my outer clothes. I hoped so. I waited until I heard him come down the hall again about half an hour later, and he knocked softly on the door, turning the knob shortly after. I threw myself down and turned to face the window, pretending to be asleep. Whether he knew I was asleep or not he didn't say anything, only walking in to set down a glass of water and stand there for a few moments while I presumed he watched me for a bit. He then left and closed the door behind him once more.

When I saw the light go off under the door I threw the blankets off and sat up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I lifted myself up and limped across the room, putting my ear against the door to listen for any noises. It was completely silent so I slowly opened the door, peaking my head out to see if he was still out there. I didn't see him anywhere so I came out and began walking down the hallway to his living room. The fire was out but it still smelled like pine and pumpkin. I moved over to the couch I had been on and searched it, reaching my hands in between the cushions and eventually searching under it. I couldn't find it anywhere so I searched the living room, coming up empty. I moved quietly to his dining room, a beautiful little sun room type dining area with a rather ancient table and chair set. I didn't find it anywhere so I moved to the kitchen, searching the drawers and counters, moving onto the cupboards next. I couldn't reach everything because stupid tall people have to keep everything up so high, so I climbed onto the counter to search the upper cabinets and above the fridge, desperate to find my phone.

When I felt around above the fridge something grasped onto my hand, sharp pins digging into it, startling me so hard I yelped, jumping backwards off the counter, landing hard on my backside and feet, pain shooting through my ankle. I took in a sharp gasp of air and screamed silently, biting my tongue so as to not make a sound, but the lights were suddenly thrown on, heavy footsteps making their way to the kitchen. I scrambled to get up, turning over and crawling under the counter on the other side just as Jack raced into the kitchen. "Adeline?" His voice broke the silence. A soft fluffy cat rubbed itself up against me and gave a loud purr, and it was then that I realized the cat had attacked my hand when I was on the counter. Feeling like an idiot I crawled to the other side of the counter, away from the cat and hopefully away from- I bumped into something hard and saw a pair of legs before me.

Jack's legs to be exact. A very unhappy Jack to be perfectly clear. I slowly looked up, giving a sheepish grin when I met his stern gaze. He was scowling down at me, features all twisted into stern disapproval, his arms crossed. Jack reached down and grabbed my forearm, grip tight and strong as he pulled me up. I whimpered slightly as I stood on my ankle and he grabbed under my legs, picking me up bridal style, taking me off guard and causing me to wrap my arms around his neck in fear of falling down. "I'm sorry Jack!" I pleaded but it fell on deaf ears as he ignored it entirely.

He began walking to the hallway, down it and to the room he had put me in, closing the door behind him and setting me down to stand in front of the bed. He then sat down on the bed and gripped both of my arms tightly, forcing me to look him in the eyes, his intense stare unbelievably intimidating. "What were you thinking, sneaking around my house at night when I told you to stay put?" I opened my mouth to answer but found I couldn't muster up a good reason. "What was that loud noise I heard? Did you hurt yourself?" Again I couldn't answer. I stared at him blankly like a deer caught in headlights. "Answer me, Adeline." His voice was stern and strong, not quite cold but very demanding, still. "You are going to tell me exactly what happened or I swear to God I will put you over my knee right now."

That really caught me off guard and the stress of the day all caught up to me at once, rushing to my head in one big wave and tears began forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry!" I tried to gather my thoughts, to make it make some kind of sense in my head but it was all such a mess. "I was scared, and your cat attacked my hand, and I jumped, and I couldn't find my phone, and I didn't want you to be mad, and-"

Jack pulled me in then, wrapping his arms around me. I hadn't meant to cry but I felt a lump in my throat and it made it very hard to talk and he was hugging me, and I just couldn't understand why this man, this really weird man, would care. Did he care, or was he trying to get something out of me? "Tell me why you were down below the docks." Jack pulled me away now, forcing me to stand in between his legs and look him in the eyes.

I wiped at my eyes and looked down, clearing my throat. "I always sit with the sea lions. They're my friends... I go to them when I'm sad."

"What were you sad about? What would make you sit in the pouring rain with a bunch of dangerous animals?"

I stamped my foot at that and winced when I realized it was the foot with the bad ankle. "They're not dangerous animals!" Jack raised his eyebrow at my reaction but said nothing of it. "They're really not. Humans are far more dangerous then sea lions. Sea lions just want to take naps and be cranky." He did smile at that, though, which lightened the mood a bit.

"You didn't answer my question. What were you sad about?"

I looked at him with defiance. He didn't need to know that, that was none of his business! "Why do you care why I was down there?"

"I could report you for being down there, it's illegal and for this reason exactly," he pointed to my head, which felt a bit better now but still hurt none the less. "But I won't, if you tell me why you were down there in the first place."

I huffed and looked away, unintentionally pouting. I tried to tug away but he held me firmly in place. "I was down there, because... I had a rough day and didn't want to deal with Kris." I tried to move away again but he still wouldn't let me go.

"I know there's more to the story then that. You can tell me, Adeline, there's no need to hide what happened. I want to know."

I took a deep breath and gave a heavy sigh, deciding I might as well tell him what he wanted to hear or I'd never get out of here. "Ok. I had to go to a funeral and I'm not on very good terms with the rest of the family so it was pretty awful and I was really close with the person that died so it was just a real shitty day in general and-"

"Language," Jack snapped quickly.

"What?"

"Language. Watch your language."

"...Ok. Anyways, yeah, funeral, Kris trying to make it better but he just made it worse, and I didn't want to deal with everybody's shi-uhm, I didn't want to deal with people, so I went down to the docks. I go down there all the time, like since I was a little kid, so it's no big deal."

"If you have been going down there for so long you would have known better then to have gone down with big boots on. Those are your work boots and you should only be wearing those for work, otherwise you slip and sprain your ankle just like today."

"I have been going down there forever and this hasn't happened before, ok! It was just shitty luck!"

"Addie, language, really."

"Oh, shove it!"

"Adeli-"

"No, you don't get it! Nobody gives a fuck, and I'm sick of everybody's fucking shit all time, pretending to care and then just leaving me in the dust! The only person who cared about me in this whole fucking world is dead now, so you can just fucking shove it you bastard!" I had tears streaming down my face now, my sudden outburst even shocking me. Anger immediately took over his face and I ripped out of his grasp, running for the door and swinging it open, running out into the hallway. My ankle was screaming at me but I kept going, trying to make a sharp turn for the living room but failing miserably, wearing soft socks that made me slip on the wooden floor, slamming down into it hard. Jack stormed out from the room and headed towards me, his pace frighteningly quick and silent. I scrambled to get up, unable to with my ankle being the way it was when in one swift motion Jack scooped me up from the floor and I was being carried under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

This was it. He was going to slap me or punch me and then throw me out in the cold night rain for the wolves to feed on, I knew it. But instead of heading for the door he went straight for the room, not to the bed even but to the comfy chair. He set me down for a moment, a strong grip still on my arm, put one leg on the chair and then he picked me up, placing me over his knee, propped up in the air by the chair and his leg. Then I realized what he was doing, what this position meant. I was over his knee as he had put it. A loud smack grabbed my attention and I gasped in shock. Was he seriously- another slap landed even harder then the first and then another, and another, until he had a rhythmic pace going. Each smack was so hard it pushed me forward, so much force between each one that I could barely catch my breath in between slaps.

I let out a strangled gasp of pain and reached behind me to block his hand but he grabbed mine and pinned them behind my back, forcing my upper body down without the support of my arms. The blood rushed to my head and my mind raced a million miles a second, trying desperately to calculate how to get out of this situation. My boss- no, my boss' boss was spanking me, like I was some small petulant child! I didn't dare to say anything, I wouldn't know what to say in the first place. I kicked my legs out, trying desperately to get him to stop but it didn't work. He stopped for a moment and lifted the big t shirt up, placing it on my back and then grabbed onto the leggings, pulling them down quickly to mid thigh. "No, Jack please!" I pleaded but he didn't seem to hear it as he then resumed smacking my backside with a stronger force behind each blow then before.

I had been afraid he was going to do something when he took my leggings down but I realized he had just wanted less in the way of my skin and his hand. I don't know why I kept thinking he was a bad person, that I should be afraid of every move he makes, because he had only shown me kindness the entire night and all I had done was walk all over it.

Maybe I did deserve this. But it hurt none the less, and a fire was beginning to grow on my backside. It was becoming unbearable and I kept biting my cheek and my tongue to keep from crying out like a small child being chastised. Such a humiliating position to be in, hoisted over his knee like something so small. Jack hit my thighs now and a surprised yelp escaped my lips. "I asked you a question, Adeline."

"I didn't hear you!" It was impossible to think with him smacking me like this, I hadn't even acknowledged that he had said anything. "What did you say?"

Jack stopped for a moment and pushed me forward a bit more, then raised his hand high and landed it with a sharp smack that rang through the empty night. He was hitting my sit spots now and it hurt so much worse then what he was doing before. I struggled harder and managed to get one hand free, using it to beat his leg with my closed fist. "Stop that right now," Jack's voice wasn't angry but rather like he was talking to a small child and it infuriated me. I landed an especially hard punch and he grabbed my hand, pulling it back and securing it with my other hand. "Now, I'll ask you again. Are you listening Adeline?" He began spanking again, relentless even as he spoke.

"Yes, yes I'm listening!" I shouted in pain.

"Why are you getting this punishment?"

Why am I getting this punishment? How the hell would I know that, why would I know why he had decided to do this? Why the hell was he doing this? I grunted in frustration and tried to struggle again but it did nothing. He kept smacking and I kept trying my best not to cry out.

"Are you going to give me an answer?"

"You'll be mad at me!"

"Tell me your answer. If you don't know just say so."

I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Would he really not be mad if I didn't know? Anything other than silence was better so I answered him honestly. "I don't know, sir." I hadn't meant to call him sir, I don't know how that slipped out, or why, but my face went instantly red and I hoped he hadn't heard that last part.

"There's no need to call me sir, Adeline." He stopped then and let my hands go, lowering me down from his knee onto the bed, placing me on the end of it. Was that it then? It was over? I sighed in relief, that had been dreadful. Jack brushed off the seat of the comfy white chair and sat down, situating himself and then stretching a hand out to me. "Alright Adeline, come here."

I squinted my eyes at him suspiciously. "Why..."

"I'm not done with you yet." I gaped at him in shock. That wasn't it?! "If I have to come get you it will be worse, I guarantee you."

"Can't I just have a second?"

"No, now come here."

I almost wanted to cry in frustration. The stupid leggings were still down by my thighs and my heart was still racing. I got up off the edge of the bed and pulled up the leggings so I was actually wearing them. "Tell me why first."

"You're only making this worse for yourself, Adeline. We've hardly even begun."

"No, tell me why first!"

Jack sighed and looked me directly in the eyes with that intense stare he has. "I will tell you when you're over my knee."

I blushed a deep red at that. "You want me to lay down over your lap like a petulant child? It's so undignified!"

"So is your behavior. You've been acting like a child so that's how I'll treat you."

I stamped my foot, forgetting again that it was the one with the bad ankle and tears sprang into my eyes, a small whimper escaping with it. I lowered myself down to the floor, back against the bed, grasping my ankle in pain. "Fuck you," was my whispered response to him.

"I'm sure you said what I think you said but considering your ankle I'll let it slide. Now, when your ankle stops hurting I want you to stand up and lay yourself across my knee. Do you understand, Adeline?"

I glared at him and lifted myself up, careful not to put any pressure on my ankle. "No, you don't have any right to treat me like this, you're a stupid asshole! I'd rather go swim with the sea lions!"

"Adeline, that is incredibly dangerous, not to mention the fact that great whites have been spotted at the mouth of the river. Swimming is prohibited now and you know that."

"I don't give a fuck, I'd rather be with the sea lions in the belly of a shark then be here right now, so fuck off!" I spun around and hobbled to the door, determined not to take this from him.

He wasn't even moving to get up, I must be more slow and pathetic then I realized. "Adeline, get back here. You're not going anywhere with that ankle." I kept walking, opening the door to leave, completely ignoring his warnings. "If I have to come and get you this is going to be a lot worse for you." He wouldn't come get me, would he? Once I left he'd forget me like everyone else did. So I left, I walked out the door. But what I didn't expect was for him to actually come and get me. He grabbed me quickly and lifted me up like I weighed nothing to him, carrying me under his arm again back into the room, closing the door this time. He didn't say anything as he walked back to the chair.

Strangely enough, for some odd reason I can't explain, this made me really happy. Very weirdly happy, that he came and got me. It didn't make sense to me, considering I really didn't want this to happen, but at the same time I felt... secure? Safe?... Cared about? Whatever it was, I felt it. Along with panic. That was also a feeling rushing through my head as he lowered me across his lap, secured my hands behind my back and lifted up the t shirt. What sent me into a real fit was when he lowered not only the leggings but my panties too. I begged him to let me have my underwear on but he only responded with, "You should have listened."

He then raised his hand up high and brought it down with a resounding SMACK! Oh my god it hurt so much worse without the protection of clothing. I yelped at the first one but managed to stay quiet for the rest, burying myself in thought to distract myself.

It seemed to go on forever before he finally asked the question again. "Why am I punishing you Adeline?"

"I don't know." My honest answer.

"Whether you believe it or not you are cared about in this world. It may not feel like it all the time, but you shouldn't assume you're alone Addie. I do care about you and your well being."

"But why? Why would you care about someone like me?"

"Does there have to be a reason? Even as just one human to another, what you do is obviously self destructive and dangerous. Anybody would care about someone trying to hurt themselves. Which is why we're here. I'm aware that you've been trying to hurt yourself. Going out of your way to do anything dangerous you can possibly manage. It's not safe, for your mental health or for you physically. That's going to stop right now though, do you understand?"

I didn't answer him, instead biting my lip hard to keep from crying out. I knew that if I opened my mouth the only sound I'd make would be one of pain and humiliation and I really didn't want to seem any more of a baby then I already did at the moment, laying across a full grown man's lap, being chastised like a child. But he wouldn't have any of that and when I didn't answer he gave a quick slap to my sit spot, forcing my upper body to lift as I whimpered. He slapped there again and continued until I opened my mouth, a broken scream escaping. "OK! Ok, yes I understand!" I sniffled and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Good." He resumed slapping my backside in a rhythm, never stopping even as he spoke to me. "You're not going down below the docks anymore. If I catch you down there again I won't hesitate to put you over my knee. And there won't be any more midnight walks down the bad parts of town, no more working on dangerous dogs at work, and no more going to the waterfall and diving. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

My mind went blank suddenly at this realization. How did he know about my midnight walks, or the waterfall? The dogs I could see how he would find that out, I mean I'm a dog groomer and he can see the cameras from the office. But everything else? That didn't make sense. "H-how do you know about that? Are you... following me?"

He stopped then and I sighed in relief, wanting so badly to reach back and rub my raw backside but he still held my hands captive. It embarrassed me to think that he was looking at my arse, naked and vulnerable before him. A shutter went down my spine and I craned my neck to look up at him. "There's a lot you don't know right now and it'd be best if it stayed that way. I want you to know one thing for sure though. I do care about you, enough to make sure you're staying out of trouble and if that means putting you over my knee every day then I will. How's your head?" He reached out and touched my forehead gingerly and I flinched as the sting spread across bruised skin there. There was no doubt it had been bleeding before but it had somewhat healed up enough to stop for now.

"It's fine," I lied. It hurt quite a bit right now but I wasn't going to let him know that.

He pushed me down then and readjusted me on his lap, letting go of my arms. "I hope someday you'll find you can trust me." He then brought his hand down square on my backside and I cried out, completely caught off guard. He resumed the spanking and I whimpered, wishing I could be anywhere but here. I tried squirming but it did nothing to stop the blows raining down on my poor backside. He had such a strong grip on my waist that I was completely pinned with no way of escaping. I kicked my legs, bucking like a cornered animal, when he grabbed my legs, pushing them down and locking them under his own leg. Now I was laying over just his knee and I soon realized this was so much worse then his lap. Laying over just one knee was so much more belittling, it made me feel so small.

Despite my efforts he continued slapping, and if anything the slaps were much harder now. "Please!" I shouted without realizing. I put a hand over my mouth, a red blush creeping up over my face at the embarrassment of pleading to him. I wasn't some child unable to endure pain, I was a full grown adult, and one used to pain at that. But here I was, begging my boss' boss to stop.

"Adeline, tell me. Why are you being spanked?"

I blushed at the last word and tried to think about what he meant. Hadn't he told me earlier? About him caring or some nonsense? Why would he be asking now? "Because you care?"

"That's true, but that's not the answer I'm looking for."

"Cuz I hurt myself?"

"Almost. Tell me how you hurt yourself."

This man was infuriating. He just wouldn't drop anything, he had to drag it out. "I fell."

"Adeline, you know what I mean. Tell me what happened."

"I already told you what happened!"

"Do I need to use a paddle to get this out of you?"

My blush darkened and I could feel it travel to the tips of my ears. I stared down at the carpeted floor beneath me and placed my hands there to support myself. The blood stopped rushing to my head and I felt relieved immediately as I pushed myself up, leveling my body. My voice was almost a whisper. "No."

"Then I suggest you tell me."

I took a deep breath and tried to think despite the horrible pain in my backside. "I ran off and sat with the sea lions and I shouldn't have tried to climb up the rocks with my work boots on but I did so I slipped and hit my head and sprang my ankle." The words came out in one quick slur but it was hard enough trying not to cry or yell let alone think straight.

"Good. You got hurt because you were careless, yes?"

"Yes! Can you please give me a second!"

"No, Addie, you know you deserve this spanking. You don't have to hold it all in, crying is a very healthy way of dealing with pain and guilt."

I groaned and tried to kick and struggle but he gripped tighter and his hand came down harder. My legs were useless trapped under his and I didn't want to risk getting my hands held behind my back again. It hurt so much I just couldn't deal with it and I kept blinking away tears, wiping at my eyes and trying to muffle the sounds of my sniveling. "Please, Jack!" I cried out, my voice breaking.

"Alright, tell me what you think you're being punished for."

I wanted to kick him but I couldn't as my position rendered me useless. "I hurt myself, I was careless... I-I don't know! I scared your cat?"

He gave a small chuckle at that. "No, that's not what I'm meaning. Do I need to tell you what you've done wrong?" He expected an answer from me but I couldn't manage one. It was so humiliating having to plead and ask for help, say yes and no like I needed his permission. "I need an answer Adeline."

"Yes."

"There you go." He stopped for a moment and I turned to look up at him. "You were careless, you intentionally hurt yourself," he was counting these on his fingers, making sure I saw how many offenses I had. "You cursed quite a bit despite my telling you to watch your language, you were snooping around my house which is really just quite rude. You didn't listen and come to me when I called you over, and I had to pick you up and carry you back over here to continue your punishment more then once. I'd say that warrants a rather harsh punishment, don't you?"

"No!" I pushed myself up, standing in between his legs, trapped but defiant against this ridiculous man and his ridiculous ideas. I struggled to get away but he had a firm grasp on my legs and arm and refused to let me escape.

Jack lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. "I think it might be time we used a more severe method," his voice was gruff as he walked across the room, throwing open the door and making his way down the hallway. He flipped on the light and headed for the kitchen as I tried to cover my backside with my hands, begging him to put me down. I heard him open a drawer in the kitchen and then shut it. He seemed pissed to say the least, and he moved to the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling me down over his knee, though this time I was in a very odd position, practically straddling his knee. Each leg was on either side, my upper body behind him, making it impossible for me to reach back. This had to be the most humiliating position I'd ever been in.

THWACK! I screamed as pain erupted across my backside. THWACK! It hit again and I cried out, grabbing Jack's shirt in my fist. It hit again and once more I cried out, unable to keep quiet with the intensity of pain he inflicted. He brought it down again and I struggled to look behind me, getting a glimpse of what looked like a wooden spoon. Jack was using a wooden spoon on me. He brought it down over and over again on my naked backside and I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hold the tears back as they ran down my face but I muffled my cries with the couch cushion. I couldn't let him hear me cry, I just couldn't bare it.

He continued to rain down blows with the spoon and my cries soon turned into sobs. Pathetic, awful sobs. I kicked and struggled to get away from the blows but it was useless. Now I suddenly wished I had just let him spank me earlier on the chair, it wouldn't have been as awful or as painful as this. "I'm sorry Jack!" He didn't respond and the only sound in the whole house was of the spoon making contact with my skin and my muffled sobs. "Jack, please! Please, I'm sorry!"

After a minute or so more of the spoon I collapsed and sobbed into the couch, my fight gone as I accepted my inability to escape this fate.

I didn't even realize he had stopped hitting me with the spoon when I felt him pulling up my underwear and then the leggings so I wasn't on display anymore. I couldn't stop crying, the flood gates had opened and my shoulders shook with each sob as I took in shaky breaths. I felt his hand on my back, rubbing softly like he was trying to comfort me or something. He didn't move me though, just letting me lie there across his knee and sob into the couch, probably making a large wet spot on the cushion. "You're alright, Addie. Deep breaths." I didn't understand why he was doing this, why he would bother trying to comfort me after he had just very thoroughly beaten me.

But he kept rubbing my back and I'll admit it was very soothing. I wiped my eyes with hands and tried to compose myself somewhat, the tears finally having stopped. I sniffled and tried to take deep breaths, sighing as I calmed down. Jack moved his hands under my hips and turned me over, sitting me up and moving me so I was sitting on his lap.

"There, it's all over now. Dry your tears." He reached forward and grabbed a tissue from his coffee table, handing it to me. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose, placing it back on the coffee table when I was done. He looked me in the eyes and after a few moments pulled me into a hug, catching me off guard completely. It was so warm, so comforting, that I gave in and wrapped my arms around him too.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's done with, you're completely forgiven. It's in the past now, ok?" Jack stood up and pulled me up with him, picking me up bridal style the way he had before.

"Put me down, I can walk!"

"Not on that ankle you're not." He carried me back to the room and put me on the bed, pulling the blankets up around me like he had before. "Now you're going to get some rest. If I catch you out of bed again I promise you I will use that spoon again. Do you understand?"

I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights because his features softened and he gave a small smile.

"I know there's a lot you don't understand and you must feel really confused right now but I want you to know this, Addie. I'm someone you can trust and I care about you a lot. In time I'll tell you more but for now it's best that you stay in the dark about certain things. For your own good. Ok?"

"Ok... Can I get up to pee if I have to?"

"Call me over first and I can help you to the bathroom." I gave an unhappy look and he sighed. "If you don't put any pressure on your ankle then yes. Be careful. Which reminds me. I kept meaning to do this but you kept me a little preoccupied at the time." He got up and left but when he returned a few minutes later he had bandages and a first aid kit with him. He wrapped my ankle and cleaned the wound on my head, putting a gauze pad on it so it could heal without getting infected.

"Thank you..."

Jack looked down at me and seemed to be thinking about something before he pulled my cellphone out from his pocket. "Go to sleep. You can answer your texts in the morning, alright? I want you to get some rest." He handed it to me and left for the door, turning the light off and closing it behind him. I smiled to myself in the dark and pulled the cloud like comforter up to my face, snuggling into it. I rubbed at my backside, relieving some of the pain. I still couldn't believe what had just happened had in fact really happened but I closed my eyes and sighed softly. I felt... Safe.