When She Crossed the Line
Rated: R, bad language and punishment
Disclaimer: Work of fiction, do not sue, because I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: This chapter is the only kinky chapter in the story. It explains what happened to Jules when she pissed of Joe. If you have read any of my past stories, you already know what happens.
When She Crossed the Line
"Jules, what the hell are you doing? That is the second bloody goal you've missed today!" Joe yelled.
"I'm trying my best!" she yelled back.
"I can tell that you aren't."
He pulled her out of the match. Jules was fuming mad. How dare he!
Later, after she had showered and changed, she went in search of Joe. He was sitting on a bench in the field. Nobody else was there; they had all left earlier. Jules had spent the aftermath of the match getting berated by Joe. She had never felt more humiliated in her life. She had ever cried in the shower.
"I fucking hate you!" she screamed at him.
Joe turned around to look at her.
"What did you just say to me?" he asked, trying to control his temper.
"I fucking hate you. You are a bloody bastard. I can't believe you would yell at me like that," she cried, fighting back the tears.
"Don't talk to me like that. I deserve respect."
"You don't deserve shit!"
Joe grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the bench.
"Get the hell off of me!" she yelled, kicking and thrashing at him.
He sat down on the bench and put her over his knee.
"I deserve respect. I don't deserve that kind of language you decided to spit at me earlier," he said, smacking her left globe.
She squirmed and yelled out in pain. He smacked her right globe and she cried out again.
"Joe, stop it! I am not a child," she sobbed.
"Well, you certainly were acting like it," he replied, spanking her again.
Jules gave into his force; there was no way she could stop him. Shamefully, she was actually enjoying it. Tears were streaming down her face, not from the pain, but from the humiliation. Even Joe couldn't believe he was doing this.
He stopped and left her dangling over his lap.
"I am so sorry, Jules," he said, rubbing her back.
"No, I'm sorry Joe. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
She got off of his lap and kissed him. He licked away her tears and carried her to his car.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I might be a little sore for awhile, but I'll survive," she said.
He drove her home and apologized again. She told him to forget about it and that oddly enough it had turned her on. He said in that case maybe he won't be so hard next time.
