Sam/Janet-fthon 2012
Hi all, here's myentry for the ficathon, soorry that I'm kind of late.
title: Penance II
pairing: Sam/Janet
rating: highest you can get, BDSM, spanking, anal, discipline, consensual, sappy
Words: ~16,000
summary: Sequel to "Penance". Witness the further deepening of Sam's submission to Janet.
Disclaimer: Copyright: The characters of the show “Stargate SG-1” don’t belong to me but the lucky guys at Showtime Productions, Gekko et al. I just take them out to play. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit will be made. The story however is mine, archiving only with my permission.
Timeline, Takes place about one year after the second chapter of my earlier story, ”Penance”.
Pairing: Sam/Janet (established relationship), rating: NC-17 (sex between women and BDSM, warning: there’s spanking and whipping and anal sex and some sappiness).
Sequel to “Penance”.
Summary: Follow the further development and deepening of Janet and Sam’s relationship and the expression of Sam’s submission to her beloved through new rules she has to internalise.
Penance II
Author’s Notes:
This story is set in an alternate universe / alternate reality. In fact, it’s as different from the “reality” depicted in the show that it could be called a parallel universe. Don’t worry, the Goa’uld are still the bad boys but the Tau’ri from Earth don’t follow our familiar rules of conduct.
It is a universe where corporal punishment is not only grudgingly accepted but completely normal, and so is the notion that one can get rid of feelings like guilt by paying with pain. The US Military goes a step further and still adheres to modified pre-Civil War rules of military discipline, including public humiliation, sleep deprivation, whippings or floggings, but not only for enlisted personnel (as documented in our history) but also for officers. On the plus side in the reality of this story same-sex-relationships are not only accepted but normal, as are people living any of the numerous forms of a BDSM lifestyle.
This story is a work of fiction. It could be hazardous to your health if you try to re-enact any part of it. So, don’t!
Prologue
Major Samantha Carter was hurrying towards the elevator that would first bring her to level eleven, and then to the main entrance to the Cheyenne Mountain -Complex where she had parked her Indian. It was Thursday afternoon and she was cursing under her breath being already almost an hour late for her meeting with Janet to go grocery shopping. Not that she fancied going shopping for vegetables, fruit and other food stuffs, but Janet had argued that if they wanted to eat over the weekend, there was no way around going shopping, since both the fridge and the pantry were almost bare.
As days went this day had started great and then gone steadily downhill. They both had taken the morning off of work, and had made love at dawn lying comfortably in the other’s arms, basking in the afterglow. None of them had intended to get up any time soon when a call from General Hammond had ordered Sam to come to the base ASAP, since there seemed to be a problem with the dialing computer. It had taken Sam two hours to find out that there was nothing wrong with her programming and that the problem was with the night shift technician who had neglected to deal with the back-ups as ordered which in turn had caused a cascade failure. She had been able to stop just before it could cause irreparable damage.
Back in her lab she had started an analysis program on the new portable naqadah reactor which would run until Monday at least, and sat down in front of her chalk board to work on some long neglected equations.
The sound of the telephone brought her out of her mathematical musings. It was Janet who told her that it was already 2h30 p.m. and to meet her in the commissary for a late lunch in ten minutes. Sam prepared herself a tray with a big mixed salad, pasta and a mystery sauce. She automatically reached for a bowl of Jell-O, but the shelf was empty, no blue, red, yellow or green Jell-O anywhere in sight.
Sitting down at her favorite corner table, Sam looked around for Janet. When she didn’t see the brunette she started to eat. What seemed only moments later she felt that someone was looking at her, looking up she found Janet’s disapproving brown eyes studying her. Janet put her own tray on the table and sat down.
She said, “We need to talk, Sam, about those new rules of yours you wanted installed about a month ago, yet break seemingly every chance you get. You will have to decide if you can honor your commitment to those rules or if you want to go back to how it was.
“We both were very comfortable with the way it was, perhaps too comfortable, your new rules have the potential to change that. We both need to be sure that you becoming more submissive outside of the bed room is what we really want, and I expect you to be on time, later. And no flimsy excuses, if you are late it better be an emergency.”
“I’m sorry, Janet,” Sam said softly. “I know you did not initiate those changes and you don’t want a fulltime bottom, and I don’t see myself as obeying without questions at every turn. Not even you, though I also can’t deny that lately I felt that I need more control. I know I have not acted like it and first and foremost it has to be your decision, Janet.”
“As I said we have to talk, Sam. I’ll see you at 18h30 at home.”
Janet had barely touched her lunch when she had left Sam alone in the commissary. Sam had also only poked in her pasta and sauce. She returned to her lab and started another analysis that was supposed to end in only a couple of hours. Sam tried to focus her thoughts back on her chalk board, but Janet’s words kept echoing in her mind. And she recapitulated all the times in the last four weeks she had broken her own rules. The list was rather long.
When the experiment ended, Sam looked quickly over the results. She still had about two hours before she had to meet Janet and this time she had no trouble to focus on the equations and predictably lost track of time.
Sam mounted her bike, relieved that for once she had not forgotten her helmet and rode through the driving rain to her and Janet’s house. Every street light on the way seemed to be against her and turned to red the moment she drove up to it. When she turned into their driveway Janet’s car was already there and the feeling of guilt Sam had battled since becoming aware that she was already late in her lab intensified tenfold.
Janet was just leaving the kitchen when Sam entered the living room. Janet sat down on the couch and Sam got on her knees right in front of her.
“You’re over an hour late, Major Carter. I hope that you have a really good reason. Something better than, I lost track of time.”
“But that’s what happened, Janet. I’m sorry…”
Janet’s arched eyebrows told Sam that she would not simply accept that as an answer. “Get up and sit next to me, we need to talk.” Intent on pulling Sam to her feet, she did not see the wide eyes and suddenly pale face of her beloved. Janet patted the couch next to her. But Sam kept hold of Janet’s right hand and got back down on her knees.
“I thought a lot about your words in the commissary, and remembered all the times I broke my own rules. I have a lot to answer for.”
“Yes, Sammy, I know. And I know you like the idea of being submissive, but not too much. You have not followed most of your own rules for the last two weeks, but you are not the only one responsible.
“I am as well, I let you get away with it, I was not consistent with upholding the rules and making you feel the consequences, I was remiss in my duty as your Top and it’s time to make this negligence stop. I talked to General Hammond after I left the commissary. He read me the riot act. He told me that I was afraid of the wrong things. He said that you would never resent me even If I had to punish you hard, as long as that does not become everything our relationship is about.”
“But you did not believe him, right?”
Janet slowly shook her head, doubt and fear plain in her posture.
“You can, but there’s one thing you need to know and to believe. I love you, Janet. I was spellbound by the resume I read about our then new CMO even before I met you. I fell in lust with you during the first pre-mission medical when you made the Colonel shake in his combat boots, by completely ignoring his misogynistic barbs, and shutting him up simply by showing him that needle. And I fell completely in love with you when I learned how beautiful and smart and brilliant you really are.
“I love you and I trust you all the way. I trust you with my life and my heart and with my body. I know you will never harm me. Punishments are supposed to hurt, it’s what the concept of punishment is all about but you still will never harm me. You are everything I will ever need and everything I want.”
“How can you be so sure, my Sam?” Sam now heard a note of hopefulness in Janet’s voice.
“It’s easy, Jan. I love you and I know that you love me.”
“It’s as easy as that?” Janet asked.
“love and trust, Janet, that’s all that counts, and all we need.
~*~
Chapter 1: Transgression and Atonement I
“In that case, Sam, go to our room, and prepare to be punished for today’s transgressions: for being 65 minutes late, for not calling me, for wearing boots in the house and for starting to eat before me.
“Take a shower give yourself a quick chemical enema and a vaginal douche, dry yourself and wait for me in the corner to the left of the headboard, on your knees, ankles crossed, with your hands on your head, palms up.”
Sam stood up and gave Janet a gentle and chaste kiss on the cheek, before she went to their bedroom.
Sam towel dried her hair, put on her collar, a set of ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and knelt in the corner in the prescribed position. Janet joined her less than five minutes later.
“I put the last of the groceries away and had a talk with General Hammond. He had definitive ideas about your punishment with which I happen to disagree. Now, let’s get started.”
“Front and centre, airman!” Janet ordered in a hard voice after she had taken a seat on the chair that usually stood in front of the vanity, but now had been positioned in the middle of the room.
Sam jumped to her feet and stood at attention in front of her lover and partner.
“Report your preparations, airman.”
“Ma’am, yes Ma’am. I took a shower, gave myself an enema and a vaginal douche to be clean for your inspection, Ma’am,” Sam answered.
“Present, airman.”
As ridiculous as Janet found that part of their punishment ritual, it also was the easiest and fastest way to ascertain her dominance over the physically much stronger blonde. It allowed both of them to embrace their roles better.
Sam stepped closer, spread her long legs and used her fingertips to separate her outer labia to present her clit and vagina to Janet. The doctor felt a wave of arousal at the obvious moisture on Sam’s nether curls.
“Next!” Janet ordered.
Sam turned around with her feet a couple of inches closer together than before. She bent forward until her upper body was parallel to the floor. She reached back with both hands and spread her nether cheeks. Janet let her hold this position for a couple of minutes.
“You passed inspection, airman. Take report position.”
Sam turned around, dropped to her knees and spread them as wide as possible. Her hands rested on her knees with her palms up. Her slightly pouting nether lips were on display and Janet couldn’t help but enjoy the view. Her eyes were cast down, but her head held high.
She took a deep calming breath and ordered, “List today’s transgressions, airman, in order of severity. Start with the least serious offence.”
Sam’s eyes were glued to the tip of Janet’s shoes.
“I entered the house without removing my boots. I did not call you when I became aware that I was late. I started to eat before you did and I was 65 minutes late without having a good reason which forced you to go shopping alone.”
“Could any of those transgressions have been avoided, airman?”
Ma’am, Yes, Ma’am. All of them, If I had been paying more attention to my duty to you instead of thinking about my own whims. I accept any punishment you deem fit, Ma’am.”
Sam’s eyes were still cast down. “Look at me, airman. And listen to how you will be punished. For not calling you will receive 18 strokes with the cane on your buttocks. For being late you will receive one lash with a strap for every minute on your back and your front.
For not removing your boots you will stay home tomorrow and on Monday, reducing your overtime. And for starting to eat before I did you will not be allowed to use your cell phone or computer tomorrow and not utilize any technical devices except for answering the landline when the base or Cassie should call you. While you do the chores I will assign you, one of which will be to write down the rules you wanted implemented and those on which I agreed this afternoon with General Hammond that they could be beneficial for us. Now rise and get the cane with the ivory handle and the one and a half inch broad leather strap.”
Sam did quickly as ordered and retrieved both items from the toy chest in the walk-in closet. She knelt in front of Janet, handed her first the cane and then the strap without daring to make eye contact and kissed the tip of Janet’s heels.
“Get up, bent over and grab your ankles. I want you to count and if you break position I’ll have to add three strokes. You have not been punished in far too long, airman. So, I will make this punishment count, but I also do not see a reason to be unnecessarily harsh. So, I will make sure not to break your skin, though bruises and welts will probably be unavoidable.”
Janet put the cane on the vanity and gently stroked Sam’s buttocks and upper thighs, though she only intended to use the buttocks as her target area. Sam visibly relaxed under the gentle ministrations. Janet stepped closer and whispered, “it will hurt much, but, Sammy, remember that I love you, always.”
Janet removed her hands, retrieved the cane and took aim. Sam had not expected a warm-up, after all she deserved this punishment and much more considering that she had deliberately not followed her own rules for the last two weeks, but she also had not expected that Janet would put so much verve in her stroke. She barely held her position and more yelped than counted, “one, Thank you, Ma’am.”
The second stroke hit only a fraction of an inch higher than the first Sam cried out, tears already clinging in the corner of her eyes. “Two, thank you, Ma’am.”
Three and four followed quickly one after the other, leaving Sam barely enough time to count. Number five made Sam yelp and cry out, her tears began to fall and she let go of her ankle for a moment, “what did I tell you about breaking position, airman?”
“That I will receive three additional strokes, Ma’am. Five, thank you , Ma’am.” Six, seven, eight and nine, brought more tears that dropped onto the carpet, but Sam held her position. “Nine, thank you, Ma’am.”
Ten and eleven hit the fleshiest part of her buttocks. Sam had her index and middle fingers hooked in the d-rings of the ankle cuffs to hold her position. Her tears were flowing freely now and she did not even try to hold them back, here in their bedroom, she did not need to be the stoic Air Force Major, here, with Janet, she could openly show her feelings. Number twelve hit just below the small of her back, and from then on the strokes moved steadily upwards, revisiting areas the cane had hit before and creating dark purple welts that would be seen and felt for the next few days at least. Sam did not mind she knew deep down that to really atone for all of her transgressions she would deserve much more, that she was getting off lightly,
“Eighteen, thank you, Ma’am.”.
That left only the additional strokes. The cane whistled loudly through the air and as far as she could still tell with her whole body burning with pain it covered her buttocks diagonally. As did twenty and twenty-one.
Janet threw the cane on the bed, and then she stroked the small of Sam’s back and the unblemished skin of the back of her thighs. “You were very brave, my Sammy. I’m proud of you. I gave you the best I had and you took it beautifully. Can you stand up, sweetie? I promise I’ll go easier on you with the strap. This part of your punishment is over, now thank me, properly.”
Sam could not suppress the groan when she stretched to her full height. She got down on the floor again, spread her legs and clasped her hands behind her back, She kissed Janet’s hands bent lower and kissed her the tip of her heels.
“Thank you for punishing me, Ma’am. I love you, Janet.”
“Please remove the ankle cuffs, airman.”
“You are forgiven for not having called, airman. You took your punishment well.”
Sam did as ordered. Janet stepped over to her and led her to the closet door where she fastened the wrist cuffs to the exercise bar. “Are you ready for the next part of your punishment?”
The lover and the physician in Janet told her to stop the whole thing right now. She could clearly see that Sam was in pain, her buttocks were already starting to swell up. She did not want her beloved to suffer and the doctor in her reminded her of her oath to do no harm. And she knew her reasoning that the pain would not harm but help Sam was at best sophistical and at the worst hypocritical.
But there was also another voice telling her that Sam would be able to free herself if she wanted that. It told her that they both needed this as a new start and as a test of her resolve as Sam’s Mistress, in and outside of the bedroom.
“Airman, you now will be punished for having been 65 minutes late without a compelling reason outside of your control. I do not want you to count the lashes with the strap.”
In comparison to the fierce burning of the cane marks the strap only produced a light sting. Janet’s movements were steady and regular and soon lured Sam into a dreamlike state that made it impossible to keep count. Janet had started with Sam’s back and the blonde was floating in subspace when Janet stepped into the closet and started to work over Sam’s stomach and breasts. She yelped when the leather hit her nipples, but it did not distract her enough to force her to completely return to reality.
Sam was surprised when the beating stopped, but not when she found herself once again crying. Janet unfastened the cuffs. “You are forgiven for having been late, airman,
“Thank me properly and remove the wrist cuffs.” Sam got back on her knees, she kissed Janet’s hands, the tip of the leather strap, Janet’s shoes, then she sat up again and said, “Thank you, Ma‘am. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you as well, my Sam. Now, how would you like some ointment on your behind to reduce the pain?”
“That would be very generous, Ma’am, but I don’t deserve it. I have been very bad lately, first I propose a change in our relationship and then I don’t live up to my own ideas, and only out of idleness and laziness.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Sam. I never would have agreed to your plans if I could not see us living them, and more. Stretch out your hands and let me remove the cuffs. We still have almost two hours before Cassie returns from the movies. Let’s enjoy each other on the bed.”
“See this weekend as your chance to acquire a clean slate. The transgressions of the last few weeks will be forgiven, and we will start anew.”
Janet removed the wrist cuffs and led Sam over to their bed. They stretched out in the middle. Janet’s hands roamed up and down Sam’s thighs and Sam instinctively spread her legs in invitation. Her curly nether hairs were glistening wet. Janet rolled Sam on her front and gently kissed each of the welts. She smiled when Sam’s hiss of pain slowly changed to a languorous moan.
Janet pushed Sam’s knees up until she had her on her knees. She licked the welts and then scooted under her and between her legs. She slowly licked Sam’s thighs and raised her head to reach her folds more easily. Sam’s wetness increased and she spread her legs as wide as she could to give Janet better access. Janet’s hands wandered up to Sam’s breasts.
The strap had left red marks on them. Janet grazed Sam’s clit with her teeth and buried her tongue as deeply in her lover’s core as she could. As soon as she felt the tightening of Sam’s inner muscles, and heard her pleading voice,
“Please, Jan, please make me come. I know I don’t deserve it, but please, be generous. Take me, please, Jan, my love.” Sam’ words morphed into incoherent mumbling when Janet began to suckle her engorged clitoris and buried two fingers deep inside of her core.
“Come for me, my Sammy.”
Janet pinched one rock hard nipple and Sam cried out her name in release. Janet had just enough time to shimmer up to Sam’s face and claim her lips when the last tremors of her climax ran out and Sam collapsed on top of her. “I love you…” they said simultaneously. Sam’s voice sounded sleepy.
The emotional roller coaster ride she had put herself through clearly affected her stamina. Janet knew that it would not take long for her beloved to fall deep asleep. She had other problems. She felt the wetness between her thighs, her hard nipples, her accelerated heart beat. Janet knew that in the state she was in it would not take more than a few licks to push her over the edge and make her come.
Sam soon rolled to the side, slid off Janet’s lithe body and snuggled against Janet’s side with her head on Janet’s shoulder as she often did when she was in a vulnerable state. Resigned to let her arousal die on its own; Janet gently kissed the crown of Sam’s head, but then Sam did something Janet had not expected. Instead of falling asleep, as she usually did she pushed herself towards the lower part of the bed and knelt between Janet’s legs. She bent down and kissed Janet’s silky nether hair. She kissed the inside of her thighs, gently and reverently and whispered,
“I love you, my Jan, so much. You are so beautiful, so perfect, so generous, please make me pay for all my shortcomings. I don’t deserve your tender care, but I need it so much, I need you. I’m yours, Doctor Fraiser. Please allow me to at least partially repay your kindness. I love you.”
“I Love you as well, my Sammy. You are beautiful and perfect. You are mine. I need you to be mine.”
“Yours, just as it should be.” Sam breathed softly on Janet’s nether lips causing her to shiver. She then licked the long of Janet’s sex from the clit to the perineum and back up again and flicked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
“Oh, Sam, that’s it, go inside,” Janet ordered breathlessly, and Sam obeyed by thrusting her tongue deep in Janet’s vulva.” Janet cried out Sam’s name, arched her back and pulled Sam closer until Sam’s mouth and half of her nose were buried deep. Just when it became hard to breathe, Janet let go of her and rode out her orgasm. Sam curled herself in a fetal position at the foot of the bed.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep, already in Morpheus’ realm when Janet had calmed down and said, “Thank you, Sammy. You know, I’m yours, just as much as you are mine.”
A few minutes later --- Janet heard Cassie return, with the door to their bedroom being only half closed. Thirty minutes before her eleven o’clock curfew. Cassie was putting on the news. Janet reluctantly left the bed made a quick visit to the bath room, got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to talk with their daughter.
When she returned, after having sent Cassie to bed Sam had stretched out on her front. The cane marks were turning purple and her back was a slight red from the strap. Janet put some soothing aloe on Sam’s buttocks, carefully applying the lotion on every single welt. Sam woke up, turned her head and whispered her voice full of wonder. “It wasn’t a dream; you really punished me and then made love to me. It’s real.”
“Yes, my love,” Janet answered with a smile. “It’s real and you are mine. Get up and kneel in front of the vanity. We still have to talk about rules and the consequences for breaking them.”
Sam did as ordered and winced when her welted back side came in contact with her naked heels. Janet draped a fluffy beach towel over Sam’s shoulders and slipped her robe on. She took a seat on the bed and started to list the handful of rules with which Sam had come up about a month ago. “There are a couple of other things I agreed with General Hammond we should try. You will write them down tomorrow, twice. Every other hour you will kneel in the corner with your ankles crossed and your hands behind your back, crossed at the wrist, for twenty minutes.”
“What else, Janet?” Sam asked.
“You will write down the rules and punishments as far as we speak about them tonight. One copy will stay here the other goes in my safe in the office. Try to stick to the bare facts, just a list of your general obligations and mine, and the consequences of disobeying them.”
That should keep you busy all morning. Depending on my work-load I will stop by at midday with something to eat.”
“In the afternoon you can polish your bike and clean up the work space in the garage. You never got around to rearrange and clean those tools since Colonel O’Neill used it for his own bike three weeks ago. Stop when Cassie returns from her drama class around five. You can finish it after dinner, and don’t forget the corner time every other hour. Now, we have some rules to talk about.”
And they did for the next two hours with Sam arguing mostly for more severe punishments, but Janet stayed with her decisions.
~*~
Janet was surprised when she woke up the next morning just in time to get ready for work and found Sam still fast asleep. It surprised her even more that she did not stir when Janet got up and ready for work. She deduced that yesterday must have been more emotionally draining than she had thought. She programmed the alarm clock on the nightstand to 9 h 30 and planned to let Sam sleep in while she prepared breakfast for Cassie. Before Janet left for the base Sam woke up on her own. Janet was treated with a rare sight. Sam was usually wide awake the moment she opened her eyes, ready and alert, no lingering sleepiness or morning confusion. On this day, Sam yawned, and stretched, she looked around the bedroom, confusion lingering in her eyes.
“Good morning, my Sam. Why don’t you stay in bed for another hour or two. It should not take you too long to write the rules down and how you’ll be punished should you break them.”
“Good morning, Janet. Thank you for letting me sleep in. I know what you want me to do today, you were very specific with your instruction yesterday. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you as well, my Sam, you’re my heart and my world.”
“You have to go or you will be late.”
“I already spoke with General Hammond. I have enough time to give you a maintenance spanking, come and go over my knees. You’ll get used to it. It’s either now or right after work. I prefer now, though you might not.”
Sam sighed, but managed to put enough conviction in her voice to make her words believable, “Please, spank me, Ma’am.”
“I will, Sammy.” Sam pulled the comforter off of her and draped herself over Janet’s lap, trying not to wrinkle the uniform skirt. “Try to relax, my love.” She didn’t start the spanking right away, but first gently caressed and stroked Sam’s purple and swollen buttocks.
Sam flinched even at the light contact, given what she knew of her lover’s pain threshold, the reaction surprised her a bit. She knew that she had been harder on Sam with the cane than ever before, harder than she normally would have. Janet couldn’t help berating herself that she had caned Sam while still being angry at having been stood up. She still thought that Sam had deserved the punishment.
Janet was reluctant to add to Sam’s pain, but last night when they had discussed the new rules, Sam had readily agreed to receive daily maintenance spankings for the next two weeks to atone for the rest of her transgressions. So, Janet had no choice but to see it through.
“Remember that I love you, Samantha, always.”
She started with light slaps and let them steadily get harder, until they produced a full sound. Sam moaned, groaned and squirmed, but she did not try to protect herself and she didn’t kick out. The rest of her body language was equally ambivalent. Her muscles were relaxed, her hands were lying flat on the mattress to balance herself.
Then her groans changed register. Janet knew from experience that Sam was gradually getting aroused. About a dozen swats later, Sam spread her legs slightly, just enough to allow Janet a good look at her glistening nether lips. She smiled and her concerns about giving Sam more pain after the hard caning and the punishment with the strap vanished. She knew that at the moment Pain was not foremost in Sam’s mind. Janet was mesmerized by the changing color of Sam’s buttocks. The dark purple marks of the cane became seconded by a pale and then a more vivid pink caused by the barehanded spanking.
Janet knew that she would have to stop soon, but Sam started to beg. “Ma’am, please, be generous, make me come I need your touch so much, please spank me harder. I still have so much to atone for from the last two weeks, I deserve to be punished, but please allow me to come just once.”
“You beg beautifully, my Sam. But no, I will not spank you harder. It’s not for you to decide how hard a punishment or maintenance spanking is going to be, as your Top that’s my prerogative, and mine alone, But I will make you come. You took your punishment yesterday so well, you deserve a treat. But do not forget from now on you are not allowed to masturbate or orgasm without permission.”
Janet turned to the side as far as she could and changed hands. Her uniform skirt was already wet with Sam’s juices. She continued the spanking with her left hand and drew the tip of her right index fingers along Sam’s folds; she flicked Sam’s clit and propelled her over the edge. Sam shouted Janet’s name and slumped over her lap. Janet let her recover.
After a couple of minutes Sam let herself slide on her knees. She made eye contact with Janet, wiped away the two drops of tears that had fallen from the corner of her eyes, and said, “Thank you for the maintenance spanking, Ma’am. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you, Sammy. I’m very proud of you. Now, get back to bed and sleep some more, you have earned it.”
“I’d rather take a shower and start doing my chores. And just for the record the Indian needs retuning and an in-depth cleaning that alone will take at least half a day.”
“Do that if you want to. You have the whole weekend to clean up the garage, sweetie, no work for you ‘til Tuesday.”
“But Janet the naqadah reactor test I started yesterday will finish sometime on Monday, and I already set aside some time to analyze it, and SG-1 is scheduled for a jump to the Land of Light on Wednesday.”
“Everything will work out, Sam, and I’ll make sure that your work will not suffer.”
“I know, Janet. I trust your judgment. I love you, Janet.”
“I have to go and I love you, too.”
Janet kissed Sam on the forehead, changed into a fresh skirt, grabbed her purse, car keys and her doctor’s bag, and left for Cheyenne Mountain.
“The world will survive two days without you at the lab, Sam and the naqadah test results will not go anywhere. Enjoy your day, Samantha.”
~*~
title: Penance II
pairing: Sam/Janet
rating: highest you can get, BDSM, spanking, anal, discipline, consensual, sappy
Words: ~16,000
summary: Sequel to "Penance". Witness the further deepening of Sam's submission to Janet.
Disclaimer: Copyright: The characters of the show “Stargate SG-1” don’t belong to me but the lucky guys at Showtime Productions, Gekko et al. I just take them out to play. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit will be made. The story however is mine, archiving only with my permission.
Timeline, Takes place about one year after the second chapter of my earlier story, ”Penance”.
Pairing: Sam/Janet (established relationship), rating: NC-17 (sex between women and BDSM, warning: there’s spanking and whipping and anal sex and some sappiness).
Sequel to “Penance”.
Summary: Follow the further development and deepening of Janet and Sam’s relationship and the expression of Sam’s submission to her beloved through new rules she has to internalise.
Penance II
Author’s Notes:
This story is set in an alternate universe / alternate reality. In fact, it’s as different from the “reality” depicted in the show that it could be called a parallel universe. Don’t worry, the Goa’uld are still the bad boys but the Tau’ri from Earth don’t follow our familiar rules of conduct.
It is a universe where corporal punishment is not only grudgingly accepted but completely normal, and so is the notion that one can get rid of feelings like guilt by paying with pain. The US Military goes a step further and still adheres to modified pre-Civil War rules of military discipline, including public humiliation, sleep deprivation, whippings or floggings, but not only for enlisted personnel (as documented in our history) but also for officers. On the plus side in the reality of this story same-sex-relationships are not only accepted but normal, as are people living any of the numerous forms of a BDSM lifestyle.
This story is a work of fiction. It could be hazardous to your health if you try to re-enact any part of it. So, don’t!
Prologue
Major Samantha Carter was hurrying towards the elevator that would first bring her to level eleven, and then to the main entrance to the Cheyenne Mountain -Complex where she had parked her Indian. It was Thursday afternoon and she was cursing under her breath being already almost an hour late for her meeting with Janet to go grocery shopping. Not that she fancied going shopping for vegetables, fruit and other food stuffs, but Janet had argued that if they wanted to eat over the weekend, there was no way around going shopping, since both the fridge and the pantry were almost bare.
As days went this day had started great and then gone steadily downhill. They both had taken the morning off of work, and had made love at dawn lying comfortably in the other’s arms, basking in the afterglow. None of them had intended to get up any time soon when a call from General Hammond had ordered Sam to come to the base ASAP, since there seemed to be a problem with the dialing computer. It had taken Sam two hours to find out that there was nothing wrong with her programming and that the problem was with the night shift technician who had neglected to deal with the back-ups as ordered which in turn had caused a cascade failure. She had been able to stop just before it could cause irreparable damage.
Back in her lab she had started an analysis program on the new portable naqadah reactor which would run until Monday at least, and sat down in front of her chalk board to work on some long neglected equations.
The sound of the telephone brought her out of her mathematical musings. It was Janet who told her that it was already 2h30 p.m. and to meet her in the commissary for a late lunch in ten minutes. Sam prepared herself a tray with a big mixed salad, pasta and a mystery sauce. She automatically reached for a bowl of Jell-O, but the shelf was empty, no blue, red, yellow or green Jell-O anywhere in sight.
Sitting down at her favorite corner table, Sam looked around for Janet. When she didn’t see the brunette she started to eat. What seemed only moments later she felt that someone was looking at her, looking up she found Janet’s disapproving brown eyes studying her. Janet put her own tray on the table and sat down.
She said, “We need to talk, Sam, about those new rules of yours you wanted installed about a month ago, yet break seemingly every chance you get. You will have to decide if you can honor your commitment to those rules or if you want to go back to how it was.
“We both were very comfortable with the way it was, perhaps too comfortable, your new rules have the potential to change that. We both need to be sure that you becoming more submissive outside of the bed room is what we really want, and I expect you to be on time, later. And no flimsy excuses, if you are late it better be an emergency.”
“I’m sorry, Janet,” Sam said softly. “I know you did not initiate those changes and you don’t want a fulltime bottom, and I don’t see myself as obeying without questions at every turn. Not even you, though I also can’t deny that lately I felt that I need more control. I know I have not acted like it and first and foremost it has to be your decision, Janet.”
“As I said we have to talk, Sam. I’ll see you at 18h30 at home.”
Janet had barely touched her lunch when she had left Sam alone in the commissary. Sam had also only poked in her pasta and sauce. She returned to her lab and started another analysis that was supposed to end in only a couple of hours. Sam tried to focus her thoughts back on her chalk board, but Janet’s words kept echoing in her mind. And she recapitulated all the times in the last four weeks she had broken her own rules. The list was rather long.
When the experiment ended, Sam looked quickly over the results. She still had about two hours before she had to meet Janet and this time she had no trouble to focus on the equations and predictably lost track of time.
Sam mounted her bike, relieved that for once she had not forgotten her helmet and rode through the driving rain to her and Janet’s house. Every street light on the way seemed to be against her and turned to red the moment she drove up to it. When she turned into their driveway Janet’s car was already there and the feeling of guilt Sam had battled since becoming aware that she was already late in her lab intensified tenfold.
Janet was just leaving the kitchen when Sam entered the living room. Janet sat down on the couch and Sam got on her knees right in front of her.
“You’re over an hour late, Major Carter. I hope that you have a really good reason. Something better than, I lost track of time.”
“But that’s what happened, Janet. I’m sorry…”
Janet’s arched eyebrows told Sam that she would not simply accept that as an answer. “Get up and sit next to me, we need to talk.” Intent on pulling Sam to her feet, she did not see the wide eyes and suddenly pale face of her beloved. Janet patted the couch next to her. But Sam kept hold of Janet’s right hand and got back down on her knees.
“I thought a lot about your words in the commissary, and remembered all the times I broke my own rules. I have a lot to answer for.”
“Yes, Sammy, I know. And I know you like the idea of being submissive, but not too much. You have not followed most of your own rules for the last two weeks, but you are not the only one responsible.
“I am as well, I let you get away with it, I was not consistent with upholding the rules and making you feel the consequences, I was remiss in my duty as your Top and it’s time to make this negligence stop. I talked to General Hammond after I left the commissary. He read me the riot act. He told me that I was afraid of the wrong things. He said that you would never resent me even If I had to punish you hard, as long as that does not become everything our relationship is about.”
“But you did not believe him, right?”
Janet slowly shook her head, doubt and fear plain in her posture.
“You can, but there’s one thing you need to know and to believe. I love you, Janet. I was spellbound by the resume I read about our then new CMO even before I met you. I fell in lust with you during the first pre-mission medical when you made the Colonel shake in his combat boots, by completely ignoring his misogynistic barbs, and shutting him up simply by showing him that needle. And I fell completely in love with you when I learned how beautiful and smart and brilliant you really are.
“I love you and I trust you all the way. I trust you with my life and my heart and with my body. I know you will never harm me. Punishments are supposed to hurt, it’s what the concept of punishment is all about but you still will never harm me. You are everything I will ever need and everything I want.”
“How can you be so sure, my Sam?” Sam now heard a note of hopefulness in Janet’s voice.
“It’s easy, Jan. I love you and I know that you love me.”
“It’s as easy as that?” Janet asked.
“love and trust, Janet, that’s all that counts, and all we need.
~*~
Chapter 1: Transgression and Atonement I
“In that case, Sam, go to our room, and prepare to be punished for today’s transgressions: for being 65 minutes late, for not calling me, for wearing boots in the house and for starting to eat before me.
“Take a shower give yourself a quick chemical enema and a vaginal douche, dry yourself and wait for me in the corner to the left of the headboard, on your knees, ankles crossed, with your hands on your head, palms up.”
Sam stood up and gave Janet a gentle and chaste kiss on the cheek, before she went to their bedroom.
Sam towel dried her hair, put on her collar, a set of ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and knelt in the corner in the prescribed position. Janet joined her less than five minutes later.
“I put the last of the groceries away and had a talk with General Hammond. He had definitive ideas about your punishment with which I happen to disagree. Now, let’s get started.”
“Front and centre, airman!” Janet ordered in a hard voice after she had taken a seat on the chair that usually stood in front of the vanity, but now had been positioned in the middle of the room.
Sam jumped to her feet and stood at attention in front of her lover and partner.
“Report your preparations, airman.”
“Ma’am, yes Ma’am. I took a shower, gave myself an enema and a vaginal douche to be clean for your inspection, Ma’am,” Sam answered.
“Present, airman.”
As ridiculous as Janet found that part of their punishment ritual, it also was the easiest and fastest way to ascertain her dominance over the physically much stronger blonde. It allowed both of them to embrace their roles better.
Sam stepped closer, spread her long legs and used her fingertips to separate her outer labia to present her clit and vagina to Janet. The doctor felt a wave of arousal at the obvious moisture on Sam’s nether curls.
“Next!” Janet ordered.
Sam turned around with her feet a couple of inches closer together than before. She bent forward until her upper body was parallel to the floor. She reached back with both hands and spread her nether cheeks. Janet let her hold this position for a couple of minutes.
“You passed inspection, airman. Take report position.”
Sam turned around, dropped to her knees and spread them as wide as possible. Her hands rested on her knees with her palms up. Her slightly pouting nether lips were on display and Janet couldn’t help but enjoy the view. Her eyes were cast down, but her head held high.
She took a deep calming breath and ordered, “List today’s transgressions, airman, in order of severity. Start with the least serious offence.”
Sam’s eyes were glued to the tip of Janet’s shoes.
“I entered the house without removing my boots. I did not call you when I became aware that I was late. I started to eat before you did and I was 65 minutes late without having a good reason which forced you to go shopping alone.”
“Could any of those transgressions have been avoided, airman?”
Ma’am, Yes, Ma’am. All of them, If I had been paying more attention to my duty to you instead of thinking about my own whims. I accept any punishment you deem fit, Ma’am.”
Sam’s eyes were still cast down. “Look at me, airman. And listen to how you will be punished. For not calling you will receive 18 strokes with the cane on your buttocks. For being late you will receive one lash with a strap for every minute on your back and your front.
For not removing your boots you will stay home tomorrow and on Monday, reducing your overtime. And for starting to eat before I did you will not be allowed to use your cell phone or computer tomorrow and not utilize any technical devices except for answering the landline when the base or Cassie should call you. While you do the chores I will assign you, one of which will be to write down the rules you wanted implemented and those on which I agreed this afternoon with General Hammond that they could be beneficial for us. Now rise and get the cane with the ivory handle and the one and a half inch broad leather strap.”
Sam did quickly as ordered and retrieved both items from the toy chest in the walk-in closet. She knelt in front of Janet, handed her first the cane and then the strap without daring to make eye contact and kissed the tip of Janet’s heels.
“Get up, bent over and grab your ankles. I want you to count and if you break position I’ll have to add three strokes. You have not been punished in far too long, airman. So, I will make this punishment count, but I also do not see a reason to be unnecessarily harsh. So, I will make sure not to break your skin, though bruises and welts will probably be unavoidable.”
Janet put the cane on the vanity and gently stroked Sam’s buttocks and upper thighs, though she only intended to use the buttocks as her target area. Sam visibly relaxed under the gentle ministrations. Janet stepped closer and whispered, “it will hurt much, but, Sammy, remember that I love you, always.”
Janet removed her hands, retrieved the cane and took aim. Sam had not expected a warm-up, after all she deserved this punishment and much more considering that she had deliberately not followed her own rules for the last two weeks, but she also had not expected that Janet would put so much verve in her stroke. She barely held her position and more yelped than counted, “one, Thank you, Ma’am.”
The second stroke hit only a fraction of an inch higher than the first Sam cried out, tears already clinging in the corner of her eyes. “Two, thank you, Ma’am.”
Three and four followed quickly one after the other, leaving Sam barely enough time to count. Number five made Sam yelp and cry out, her tears began to fall and she let go of her ankle for a moment, “what did I tell you about breaking position, airman?”
“That I will receive three additional strokes, Ma’am. Five, thank you , Ma’am.” Six, seven, eight and nine, brought more tears that dropped onto the carpet, but Sam held her position. “Nine, thank you, Ma’am.”
Ten and eleven hit the fleshiest part of her buttocks. Sam had her index and middle fingers hooked in the d-rings of the ankle cuffs to hold her position. Her tears were flowing freely now and she did not even try to hold them back, here in their bedroom, she did not need to be the stoic Air Force Major, here, with Janet, she could openly show her feelings. Number twelve hit just below the small of her back, and from then on the strokes moved steadily upwards, revisiting areas the cane had hit before and creating dark purple welts that would be seen and felt for the next few days at least. Sam did not mind she knew deep down that to really atone for all of her transgressions she would deserve much more, that she was getting off lightly,
“Eighteen, thank you, Ma’am.”.
That left only the additional strokes. The cane whistled loudly through the air and as far as she could still tell with her whole body burning with pain it covered her buttocks diagonally. As did twenty and twenty-one.
Janet threw the cane on the bed, and then she stroked the small of Sam’s back and the unblemished skin of the back of her thighs. “You were very brave, my Sammy. I’m proud of you. I gave you the best I had and you took it beautifully. Can you stand up, sweetie? I promise I’ll go easier on you with the strap. This part of your punishment is over, now thank me, properly.”
Sam could not suppress the groan when she stretched to her full height. She got down on the floor again, spread her legs and clasped her hands behind her back, She kissed Janet’s hands bent lower and kissed her the tip of her heels.
“Thank you for punishing me, Ma’am. I love you, Janet.”
“Please remove the ankle cuffs, airman.”
“You are forgiven for not having called, airman. You took your punishment well.”
Sam did as ordered. Janet stepped over to her and led her to the closet door where she fastened the wrist cuffs to the exercise bar. “Are you ready for the next part of your punishment?”
The lover and the physician in Janet told her to stop the whole thing right now. She could clearly see that Sam was in pain, her buttocks were already starting to swell up. She did not want her beloved to suffer and the doctor in her reminded her of her oath to do no harm. And she knew her reasoning that the pain would not harm but help Sam was at best sophistical and at the worst hypocritical.
But there was also another voice telling her that Sam would be able to free herself if she wanted that. It told her that they both needed this as a new start and as a test of her resolve as Sam’s Mistress, in and outside of the bedroom.
“Airman, you now will be punished for having been 65 minutes late without a compelling reason outside of your control. I do not want you to count the lashes with the strap.”
In comparison to the fierce burning of the cane marks the strap only produced a light sting. Janet’s movements were steady and regular and soon lured Sam into a dreamlike state that made it impossible to keep count. Janet had started with Sam’s back and the blonde was floating in subspace when Janet stepped into the closet and started to work over Sam’s stomach and breasts. She yelped when the leather hit her nipples, but it did not distract her enough to force her to completely return to reality.
Sam was surprised when the beating stopped, but not when she found herself once again crying. Janet unfastened the cuffs. “You are forgiven for having been late, airman,
“Thank me properly and remove the wrist cuffs.” Sam got back on her knees, she kissed Janet’s hands, the tip of the leather strap, Janet’s shoes, then she sat up again and said, “Thank you, Ma‘am. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you as well, my Sam. Now, how would you like some ointment on your behind to reduce the pain?”
“That would be very generous, Ma’am, but I don’t deserve it. I have been very bad lately, first I propose a change in our relationship and then I don’t live up to my own ideas, and only out of idleness and laziness.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Sam. I never would have agreed to your plans if I could not see us living them, and more. Stretch out your hands and let me remove the cuffs. We still have almost two hours before Cassie returns from the movies. Let’s enjoy each other on the bed.”
“See this weekend as your chance to acquire a clean slate. The transgressions of the last few weeks will be forgiven, and we will start anew.”
Janet removed the wrist cuffs and led Sam over to their bed. They stretched out in the middle. Janet’s hands roamed up and down Sam’s thighs and Sam instinctively spread her legs in invitation. Her curly nether hairs were glistening wet. Janet rolled Sam on her front and gently kissed each of the welts. She smiled when Sam’s hiss of pain slowly changed to a languorous moan.
Janet pushed Sam’s knees up until she had her on her knees. She licked the welts and then scooted under her and between her legs. She slowly licked Sam’s thighs and raised her head to reach her folds more easily. Sam’s wetness increased and she spread her legs as wide as she could to give Janet better access. Janet’s hands wandered up to Sam’s breasts.
The strap had left red marks on them. Janet grazed Sam’s clit with her teeth and buried her tongue as deeply in her lover’s core as she could. As soon as she felt the tightening of Sam’s inner muscles, and heard her pleading voice,
“Please, Jan, please make me come. I know I don’t deserve it, but please, be generous. Take me, please, Jan, my love.” Sam’ words morphed into incoherent mumbling when Janet began to suckle her engorged clitoris and buried two fingers deep inside of her core.
“Come for me, my Sammy.”
Janet pinched one rock hard nipple and Sam cried out her name in release. Janet had just enough time to shimmer up to Sam’s face and claim her lips when the last tremors of her climax ran out and Sam collapsed on top of her. “I love you…” they said simultaneously. Sam’s voice sounded sleepy.
The emotional roller coaster ride she had put herself through clearly affected her stamina. Janet knew that it would not take long for her beloved to fall deep asleep. She had other problems. She felt the wetness between her thighs, her hard nipples, her accelerated heart beat. Janet knew that in the state she was in it would not take more than a few licks to push her over the edge and make her come.
Sam soon rolled to the side, slid off Janet’s lithe body and snuggled against Janet’s side with her head on Janet’s shoulder as she often did when she was in a vulnerable state. Resigned to let her arousal die on its own; Janet gently kissed the crown of Sam’s head, but then Sam did something Janet had not expected. Instead of falling asleep, as she usually did she pushed herself towards the lower part of the bed and knelt between Janet’s legs. She bent down and kissed Janet’s silky nether hair. She kissed the inside of her thighs, gently and reverently and whispered,
“I love you, my Jan, so much. You are so beautiful, so perfect, so generous, please make me pay for all my shortcomings. I don’t deserve your tender care, but I need it so much, I need you. I’m yours, Doctor Fraiser. Please allow me to at least partially repay your kindness. I love you.”
“I Love you as well, my Sammy. You are beautiful and perfect. You are mine. I need you to be mine.”
“Yours, just as it should be.” Sam breathed softly on Janet’s nether lips causing her to shiver. She then licked the long of Janet’s sex from the clit to the perineum and back up again and flicked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue.
“Oh, Sam, that’s it, go inside,” Janet ordered breathlessly, and Sam obeyed by thrusting her tongue deep in Janet’s vulva.” Janet cried out Sam’s name, arched her back and pulled Sam closer until Sam’s mouth and half of her nose were buried deep. Just when it became hard to breathe, Janet let go of her and rode out her orgasm. Sam curled herself in a fetal position at the foot of the bed.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep, already in Morpheus’ realm when Janet had calmed down and said, “Thank you, Sammy. You know, I’m yours, just as much as you are mine.”
A few minutes later --- Janet heard Cassie return, with the door to their bedroom being only half closed. Thirty minutes before her eleven o’clock curfew. Cassie was putting on the news. Janet reluctantly left the bed made a quick visit to the bath room, got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to talk with their daughter.
When she returned, after having sent Cassie to bed Sam had stretched out on her front. The cane marks were turning purple and her back was a slight red from the strap. Janet put some soothing aloe on Sam’s buttocks, carefully applying the lotion on every single welt. Sam woke up, turned her head and whispered her voice full of wonder. “It wasn’t a dream; you really punished me and then made love to me. It’s real.”
“Yes, my love,” Janet answered with a smile. “It’s real and you are mine. Get up and kneel in front of the vanity. We still have to talk about rules and the consequences for breaking them.”
Sam did as ordered and winced when her welted back side came in contact with her naked heels. Janet draped a fluffy beach towel over Sam’s shoulders and slipped her robe on. She took a seat on the bed and started to list the handful of rules with which Sam had come up about a month ago. “There are a couple of other things I agreed with General Hammond we should try. You will write them down tomorrow, twice. Every other hour you will kneel in the corner with your ankles crossed and your hands behind your back, crossed at the wrist, for twenty minutes.”
“What else, Janet?” Sam asked.
“You will write down the rules and punishments as far as we speak about them tonight. One copy will stay here the other goes in my safe in the office. Try to stick to the bare facts, just a list of your general obligations and mine, and the consequences of disobeying them.”
That should keep you busy all morning. Depending on my work-load I will stop by at midday with something to eat.”
“In the afternoon you can polish your bike and clean up the work space in the garage. You never got around to rearrange and clean those tools since Colonel O’Neill used it for his own bike three weeks ago. Stop when Cassie returns from her drama class around five. You can finish it after dinner, and don’t forget the corner time every other hour. Now, we have some rules to talk about.”
And they did for the next two hours with Sam arguing mostly for more severe punishments, but Janet stayed with her decisions.
~*~
Janet was surprised when she woke up the next morning just in time to get ready for work and found Sam still fast asleep. It surprised her even more that she did not stir when Janet got up and ready for work. She deduced that yesterday must have been more emotionally draining than she had thought. She programmed the alarm clock on the nightstand to 9 h 30 and planned to let Sam sleep in while she prepared breakfast for Cassie. Before Janet left for the base Sam woke up on her own. Janet was treated with a rare sight. Sam was usually wide awake the moment she opened her eyes, ready and alert, no lingering sleepiness or morning confusion. On this day, Sam yawned, and stretched, she looked around the bedroom, confusion lingering in her eyes.
“Good morning, my Sam. Why don’t you stay in bed for another hour or two. It should not take you too long to write the rules down and how you’ll be punished should you break them.”
“Good morning, Janet. Thank you for letting me sleep in. I know what you want me to do today, you were very specific with your instruction yesterday. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you as well, my Sam, you’re my heart and my world.”
“You have to go or you will be late.”
“I already spoke with General Hammond. I have enough time to give you a maintenance spanking, come and go over my knees. You’ll get used to it. It’s either now or right after work. I prefer now, though you might not.”
Sam sighed, but managed to put enough conviction in her voice to make her words believable, “Please, spank me, Ma’am.”
“I will, Sammy.” Sam pulled the comforter off of her and draped herself over Janet’s lap, trying not to wrinkle the uniform skirt. “Try to relax, my love.” She didn’t start the spanking right away, but first gently caressed and stroked Sam’s purple and swollen buttocks.
Sam flinched even at the light contact, given what she knew of her lover’s pain threshold, the reaction surprised her a bit. She knew that she had been harder on Sam with the cane than ever before, harder than she normally would have. Janet couldn’t help berating herself that she had caned Sam while still being angry at having been stood up. She still thought that Sam had deserved the punishment.
Janet was reluctant to add to Sam’s pain, but last night when they had discussed the new rules, Sam had readily agreed to receive daily maintenance spankings for the next two weeks to atone for the rest of her transgressions. So, Janet had no choice but to see it through.
“Remember that I love you, Samantha, always.”
She started with light slaps and let them steadily get harder, until they produced a full sound. Sam moaned, groaned and squirmed, but she did not try to protect herself and she didn’t kick out. The rest of her body language was equally ambivalent. Her muscles were relaxed, her hands were lying flat on the mattress to balance herself.
Then her groans changed register. Janet knew from experience that Sam was gradually getting aroused. About a dozen swats later, Sam spread her legs slightly, just enough to allow Janet a good look at her glistening nether lips. She smiled and her concerns about giving Sam more pain after the hard caning and the punishment with the strap vanished. She knew that at the moment Pain was not foremost in Sam’s mind. Janet was mesmerized by the changing color of Sam’s buttocks. The dark purple marks of the cane became seconded by a pale and then a more vivid pink caused by the barehanded spanking.
Janet knew that she would have to stop soon, but Sam started to beg. “Ma’am, please, be generous, make me come I need your touch so much, please spank me harder. I still have so much to atone for from the last two weeks, I deserve to be punished, but please allow me to come just once.”
“You beg beautifully, my Sam. But no, I will not spank you harder. It’s not for you to decide how hard a punishment or maintenance spanking is going to be, as your Top that’s my prerogative, and mine alone, But I will make you come. You took your punishment yesterday so well, you deserve a treat. But do not forget from now on you are not allowed to masturbate or orgasm without permission.”
Janet turned to the side as far as she could and changed hands. Her uniform skirt was already wet with Sam’s juices. She continued the spanking with her left hand and drew the tip of her right index fingers along Sam’s folds; she flicked Sam’s clit and propelled her over the edge. Sam shouted Janet’s name and slumped over her lap. Janet let her recover.
After a couple of minutes Sam let herself slide on her knees. She made eye contact with Janet, wiped away the two drops of tears that had fallen from the corner of her eyes, and said, “Thank you for the maintenance spanking, Ma’am. I love you, Janet.”
“I love you, Sammy. I’m very proud of you. Now, get back to bed and sleep some more, you have earned it.”
“I’d rather take a shower and start doing my chores. And just for the record the Indian needs retuning and an in-depth cleaning that alone will take at least half a day.”
“Do that if you want to. You have the whole weekend to clean up the garage, sweetie, no work for you ‘til Tuesday.”
“But Janet the naqadah reactor test I started yesterday will finish sometime on Monday, and I already set aside some time to analyze it, and SG-1 is scheduled for a jump to the Land of Light on Wednesday.”
“Everything will work out, Sam, and I’ll make sure that your work will not suffer.”
“I know, Janet. I trust your judgment. I love you, Janet.”
“I have to go and I love you, too.”
Janet kissed Sam on the forehead, changed into a fresh skirt, grabbed her purse, car keys and her doctor’s bag, and left for Cheyenne Mountain.
“The world will survive two days without you at the lab, Sam and the naqadah test results will not go anywhere. Enjoy your day, Samantha.”
~*~