A/N: Here's one of the naughtier ones I warned you about! It's also a bit longer...I think it might be just plain short instead of very short. There's a timeskip of about 2 1/2 years from the last story, so Carly's 26, Jack is 25, and their daughter is three.

"Damn it, Carly, what's taking so long? I need you now!"

Carly sighed and paused in brushing her hair. She did understand Jack's impatience. They hadn't seen each other in person for nearly four months; now that Jack was finally the undisputed King of Riding Duels, his workload had doubled. Carly didn't complain. This had been part of the deal that they'd made when Jack had finally relented and let her live with him. She had told herself that she would probably have to tolerate the occasional affair while Jack was away, but surprisingly he seemed to be adhering to a monogamous relationship. This inevitably led to him jumping Carly at the first possible opportunity when they were finally reunited.

Normally, she didn't mind this...she wanted him too. But she wished that he would at least let her have a few minutes in the bathroom so she could make herself look nice for him.

"OI! CARLY! Did you hear me?"

If only there was a way to shut him up so she could get ready in peace...then Carly grinned wickedly as she thought of something.

She opened the bathroom door and stuck her head out.

"You're being pretty rude, Jack," she pointed out.

"So?"

"You wouldn't let Erika talk to me like that, would you?"

"No, but...what's that got to do with anything?"

Carly had him just where she wanted him.

"Well, while you've been gone, the nurses and I have been starting to teach Erika manners," she said slyly. "And do you know what the punishment is when she acts out?"

"What is it?" Jack asked warily.

"She goes to timeout. She has to sit and face the wall for five minutes. And if she talks before the time is up, it starts all over again."

It took Jack a few seconds to comprehend what Carly was getting at.

"You cannot be serious," he muttered.

"I'm very serious," replied Carly, who was putting a great deal of effort into maintaining an appropriately serious expression. "You were rude, and now you have to face the consequences!"

Jack grumbled and complained, but he obediently turned to face the wall. Carly knew that deep down he was enjoying this game as much as she was. Otherwise, he would never have complied.

She was very appreciative of the quiet of the next five minutes. It was much easier to apply her makeup when Jack wasn't constantly yelling at her. She kept a careful watch on the clock so she'd know exactly when the five minutes were up.

Right on time, Carly announced, "Okay, timeout is over!" as she walked out of the bathroom.

Jack looked away from the wall, only to have his eyes nearly pop out of his head. Carly was wearing nothing but a sheer bathrobe. Once Jack got over the shock, his gaze scanned her body hungrily. He stared for a particularly long time at her belly, where the little souvenir of the night Jack reclaimed his title was beginning to show.

As Carly approached the bed, Jack couldn't help whimpering as he reached out to her. But Carly paused out of range of his arm and shook her head.

"You know what else we've been teaching Erika? That people will only want to do things for her if she says the magic word."

"Oh, come on!" Jack groaned. Carly just stood there smirking at him. He was perfectly capable of walking over and making Carly go over to the bed, but she knew he wouldn't do that.

After a few moments of silence, Jack ground out an inaudible word through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I couldn't understand you. Can you speak up?" Carly asked in a sugary-sweet voice.

"Please!" Jack repeated in a loud voice that bordered on a whine. He must have been really desperate by now. Good...maybe in the future he'd think twice about being so impatient.

"Well, since you asked so nicely...okay!" beamed Carly.

Some time later, the two of them collapsed on the bed from exhaustion.

After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, Carly asked Jack, "Feel better now?"

"Mm-hm," Jack muttered.

"See what happens when you just have some manners?"

All Jack could manage in reply was a "Hmph."