Chicken Soup, Writing Lines, and the Corner PT2 - M/f

[sugardoll]

“I will be obedient and respectful, or I will pay the consequences. My Sir deserves better than this, and so do I.”

Jenny sat in that arm chair copying the line over and over…. She had been doing so for almost an hour – Connor came into the bedroom once in a while to check on her, and to refill her water glass. At first she was fuming…and then she was fidgeting, but still she stayed where she was, writing the line that her Dom assigned. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, and even stained the page a little bit, diluting a word here and there on the page. Her eyes felt hot again, and she was so very tired…. She wiggled herself around in the chair, and laid her head on the arm of it before closing her eyes…. Just for a minute.

Connor came in to check on her again, and found her sprawled with her legs over one arm of the chair, and her head resting on the other. Jenny’s hair was mussed, and he could see how sweaty her brow had become, and it made him frown with concern. He put a hand to her forehead and face, finding her warmer than she should be. He gently took the pad and pen out of her hands and tossed them on the floor before picking her up and carrying to the bed, where he very gently tucked her in and went to get a cold wet cloth to lay across her brow.

Jenny whimpered softly and stirred a bit. Connor climbed into bed next to her, and held her close, kissing her forehead. “Shhhhh…. It’s ok, Baby…. Just rest.”

Jenny’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Connor. “Hi, Sir…”

“Hi, Sugardoll…. Close those beautiful brown eyes and go to sleep for me…. Please?”

Not having a lot of energy to fight him, she closed her eyes. Connor slipped out of bed and made sure she was tucked into the covers securely, and then he went to the kitchen to warm some soup for her, and brewing a pot of chamomile and ginger tea. When he returned, she was awake, but not sitting up just yet.

“Hello there, Beautiful.”

“Uggh… stop it. I look like an old hag.”

“Tsk, tsk…. You stop it. You’re always beautiful to me, and you know that. Soup? Tea?”

“Blerrrrgh….. not hungry. Tummy still feels awful.”

“Princess, let’s get a little soup in you, and some crackers. Let’s start with that. You need nourishment, and if you don’t eat this, I will have to take you to the hospital for them to feed you intravenously. Got it?”

Jenny sat up with only a tiny bit of grumbling, and accepted the tray he had brought. She took several spoonfuls of the chicken noodle soup, and ate a few saltines. Then she looked at Connor silently pleaded to be allowed out of bed.

“You really need to stop giving me that look, little girl. You’re not getting up. I’ll put in a movie for you, if you like…. Or you can read a book, but your little butt stays in that bed. Now, here…. Drink this.”

“What is it?” She asked, giving the steaming mug a look that told it she found it awfully suspicious.

“It’s chamomile and ginger tea…. Drink up. It’s good for your tummy, and it will help you relax and go to sleep.”

“I don’t want any, thanks.”

“Jennifer Michelle…. Drink it. And then lie down, and go to sleep.”

“I don’t want any damn tea…. Now LEAVE ME ALONE.”

“That’s it….” Connor went to the drawer of his dresser when he kept her paddle, and brought it over to the bed.

“Roll over on your belly, right now.”

“But you said you woul….”

He cut her off, “I said I wouldn’t put you over my knee, or make you bend over the bed – I don’t want to put undue pressure on your abdomen, and I don’t want you falling over, but I do want to spank that sass out of you. Roll over on your belly. Right Now.”

Over she went, and Connor yanked up the back of her night dress, and yanked down her panties. He rubbed her bottom with his hand, and gave it a few smart smacks.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“You will not be defiant, young lady.”

“OWWW…. OWWW!”

‘Oh, stop it…. If you’re going to squawk, let me give you a reason…”

SMACK SMACK SMACK the paddle landed three times in the middle of her bottom… HARD, and Jenny let out a wail.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH”

"There you go…. You will behave yourself. You will knock off your bullshit, and do as you’re told. You’re sick, and you need rest. I am done with your defiance and obnoxious carrying on. Do I make myself clear?”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OWWWWWWWWW AHHHHHHHHHH”

SMACK
“Answer me!”

“OWWWWWW…. YES, SIR!!”

Connor gave her one more good SMACK, and then put the paddle away before he came back to the bed and sat beside her, rubbing her back, and then her bottom. Jenny whimpered softly as he pulled her panties back up and her night dress back down.

“Now, my sweet doll… you are going to sleep. You are going to drink this tea, and take this sleep aid. I am tired of fighting you, and I don’t intend to continue. I don’t relish the idea of you winding up in the hospital. Let’s go. Drink up…. And take this.”

Jenny sat up long enough to take a few sips of tea, and swallowed the small tablet that he brought her. Connor smiled and kissed her still warm forehead before he continued.

“You will stay in this bed until your fever breaks again, and until you can eat a full bowl of soup and half a sandwich without feeling sick. Furthermore, you will continue writing lines each day you are in bed. You will do so for a half an hour every day. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir…”
Connor tucked his sweet wife back into bed, and kissed her forehead before he clicked off the light and left her to rest.
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[spoiledbrat18]

More please, the suspense is going to kill me

[cassie_darling]

very well written and an enjoyable read so far - i'd love to read more of it please.



pim (yes i know i'v not really been around for a long time now - sorry guys - r/l gets in the way)

[beguiling]

Oh, wow. GREAT culmination.

I do feel sorry for her, getting spanked when you're sick bites. But, damn. Even *I* wouldn't have pushed the guy. (Okay, maybe a little.)

Seriously, nicely done. Really great story. Keep 'em coming, will ya?