Jerricas Homework

Jerrica sat at the tiny, second hand table she and her housemates used for dinner and breakfasts, watching Jonah finish up cleaning up after himself in the kitchen.

At some point, I have to start this conversation.

As Jonah left out of the kitchen, giving her a nod as he passed through the "dining" room towards the stairway, Jerrica realised she wouldn't have a better opportunity. Given the fact that they had housemates, she would only get so many chances to catch Jonah when the other two were either in lectures or out partying.

"I need your help," Jerrica blurted out.

Jonah stopped with one foot on the first step and turned to look at her.

"What's up?"

She looked around nervously, pretending to make sure no one lingered in one of the two main floor bedrooms, then nodded at the little table.

"Remember when I took your milk without asking?" Jerrica prodded, pointing at the place where she'd eaten her breakfast that time the previous week.

"Yes," Jonah replied with a frown.

"I haven't done that since," she said with a gulp.

Jerrica tried to put a hint of purpose into her voice.

"Right."

"You know why, right?" Jerrica made a little twitching motion with her chin.

"Because I slapped your butt?"

"Because you spanked me, yes," Jerrica enunciated clearly, all hinting gone.

Jonah laughed.

"Yes, I recall," he said. "Was that a problem? I was just-"

"No!" Jerrica blurted out. "I mean, I haven't touched your milk since."

"That's good," Jonah gave her a nod before ticking his chin up. "You had it coming."

"Yes, I did," Jerrica sighed and felt humility burning her cheeks. "But now I'm having trouble keeping focused on my work."

"And?"

"Could you help me?" Jerrica asked.

Jonah looked at her.

"No, seriously," she said, her eyes widening. "I know it's weird, but the moment you spanked me, I never wanted to touch your stuff again."

"Okay..."

"So, could you, you know... do that? To help me with my studying?" Jerrica asked.

"Help you?" Jonah asked. "With spanking?"

Jerrica gulped and nodded.

"I keep losing focus and not doing my work," she said. "And then I end up running out of time and staying up late. And what I hand in ends up being crap."

"So you want me to spank you...?"

"Whenever I get distracted. To... to keep me... you know, in line?"

"I could just take your cell phone," Jonah said.

"I need to use my laptop to do my work, though," she said. "And that's got all the same stuff on it."

Jonah's eyes widened.

"So you want me to spank you - to punish you - so that you can do your school work better?"

"Yes," Jerrica lowered her eyes again, feeling the way she was giving up control of herself.

Why does this feel good?

she wondered.

"How would that even work?" he asked. "I mean, I'll enjoy spanking you, but I have work to do, too. I can't just be hovering over you."

"I don't know," Jerrica sighed. "I kind of thought I'd leave that to you."

Jonah thought about it.

"Alright," he said. "First of all. I get to be the judge, right? If I say you deserve a spanking, you deserve it, no arguments. The first time I get any flak? The deal's off."

"Oh," Jerrica flinched back a little, then looked up into his eyes with indignation. "I hadn't thought-"

"You thought you would get to decide when you're really slacking off and when you're not?" Jonah raised his eyebrows. "That doesn't work, or you wouldn't be asking me."

"No, I guess not," Jerrica said, lowering her eyes again.

Just let him do it. It's the only way.

Jonah waited and Jerrica looked back up at him.

"What?" Jerrica asked.

"Yes or no?" he looked at her directly. "If I say you deserve a spanking, do you deserve a spanking?"

"Okay," Jerrica said. She took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She rolled her eyes and looked back at him.

"You get to decide if I need a spanking," Jerrica firmed up her voice.

"Good," Jonah said. He pointed to the tining breakfast table, barely suitable for three to sit around. "Now put your hands on the table."

"What? Now?"

"You wouldn't have come to me like this if you weren't already goofing off," Jonah declared. "So you already need a spanking. Hands on the table. No talking back. That's the rule."

Jerked into action by his reminder that he could call the whole thing off, Jerrica moved forward and put her hands on the table. This was not precisely how he had slapped her cheeks before, but very close.

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That morning, she had simply stood up, holding her empty bowl, when Jonah had come down the stairs, saw her with his milk jug out, and glared at her. She'd rolled her eyes and turned away, not imagining what would happen. As she'd entered the kitchen, he'd come right up behind her and slapped her left cheek.

She's barely had time to gasp, preparing some words of protest, before he'd struck the right.

"Thief," he'd declared, as if that had justified the whole thing.

Jerrica had spent days thinking about it, about how there'd be no way to prove what happened, or make anyone do anything.

But meanwhile,

she'd realised,

I haven't touched his milk since.

Jonah had been effective.

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Jerrica steadied herself on the table, feeling her skin go clammy and cold.

This is what I asked for. I just hadn't expected it so...

Jonah's palm struck her left cheek. Through her pants, she felt a modest sting. The shock didn't come from that, though, but from the way her body shook. When he'd punished her for stealing his milk, the two strikes had come through like little snaps, heard more than felt. This came through with

intent.

Jonah had stopped playing, stopped flirting, and switched to something harsher because she'd asked for punishment.

He struck her again and again, shaking her body five times before he switched to the right cheek.

After he had delivered ten total spankings, Jonah backed away.

"Stand up," he said.

Jerrica straightened, her face flushed red, and looked at him.

I can feel how wide my eyes are, how my face burns. What does he think of me?

"Will that help?" he asked her.

Jerrica nodded, quickly and mutely.

"Every time you get distracted," Jonah said. "The number of spankings will increase. Understand?"

"Increase?" she sputtered.

"It was ten this time," Jonah said. "If you can't focus, it'll be more next time. More and more until you learn."

"How will you know?" she asked.

"Wait in your room."

Jonah went upstairs and Jerrica, fresh from being spanked and still basking in the slight fear Jonah had inculcated, obeyed immediately. Her breath uneven, she waited as Jonah bounded up and back down the stairs.

He entered her bedroom holding a small USB webcam.

"You have an extra port on your laptop?" he asked.

Jerrica nodded and pointed. Jonah plugged the webcam in and clipped it to her bookshelf.

As the drivers loaded, he had her unlock the laptop and connect to him over video chat.

"There we go," he said, accessing his own phone. "When I get back to my desk, I'll connect from there."

"Oh," she said. "What if I have to, I don't know, pee or something?"

"Well, what do you want me to spank you for?" he asked. "Using the cell phone? Browsing videos? Playing games?"

"Yes, those."

"Alright," Jonah nodded.

He placed her cell phone next to her laptop and set the webcam on a shelf, angling it so he could see her chair, her laptop screen and the entire surface of her desk.

"For the next hour," he said. "No games, no videos. Internet searches only for school work. The cell phone and laptop stay in view of the camera. If you need to use the washroom, that's fine, obviously. Anytime you leave the area of the webcam pickup, just tell me and I'll stop the clock."

"The clock?" she asked.

"One hour, no distractions," he reminded her. "Right?"

"Um, Jonah?"

"Yes," he stopped at the doorway and turned around.

"Promise me you aren't ever recording anything?" she asked.

"Promise," he gave her a firm nod.

Well, I won't let him spank me in front of the camera regardless. I'll draw that much of a line, even if he's the boss.

Jonah left the room and went to the kitchen, so Jerrica took a moment to set up her laptop to work on an essay

"Alright," he said, setting down a glass of water on her desk. "Time starts now."

Jonah left the room and Jerrica got to work.

He didn't need to bring the glass of water,

she thought,

that's thoughtful, actually, if his goal is to help me focus.

It put Jerrica in the mind that Jonah meant to help her, not just make any excuse to spank her.

I'm trusting the right guy here, I guess.

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She lasted about half an hour, focusing on her work.

Sip the water. Do the typing. Don't touch the phone.

Over and over she went.

Ignore the buzzing phone. Sip some water. Keep working.

Naturally, after about half an hour, the water glass sat empty.

It's helping me focus. I reach for the water instead of the phone when I feel like procrastinating.

"Jonah?" Jerrica looked up at the webcam. "I need more water?"

[Go ahead] popped up on her notifications on her laptop.

She nodded, having satisfied his requirements, and bolted upright. Filling the water glass was a bit awkward as she leaned over to check her phone. She slipped back into her bedroom and laid the phone back down, preparing to get to work.

Jonah thumped down the stairs and appeared at her bedroom door.

"Bend over your desk," he said.

"What?"

"Now," Jonah's voice went firm. "Do as you're told."

"What did I do?"

"I'll explain after you bend over," Jonah's voice went darker.

Jerrica stood up and braced on her desk.

"You took your phone out of the webcam's pickup," he told her.

Jerrica sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I didn't even look at any videos!" she protested.

"How can I know that if you took it out of my view?" Jonah asked. "Now bend over farther."

Well, I did check my messages. I guess that's breaking the rule.

"Fine," she sighed as she leaned over.

"Stick it out," Jonah said.

Jerrica arched her back.

"Do you deserve to be spanked?" she asked.

"Yes!" she sighed.

"Why?"

"I took the cell phone out of range of the camera," Jerrica said.

Jonah started laying into her left cheek, delivering punishing slaps.

This is way harder than I thought he would go, but with pants on it's no big deal.

The desk shook as he took his tenth shot at her left cheek and began pounding her right.

"Are you doing twenty?" she asked.

"Yes," Jonah answered without breaking his rhythm.

The last slap, carrying even more force than the others, left a stinging sensation in the lower part of her cheek.

"Hopefully twenty will serve as a reminder," Jonah said, rubbing the fingers of his left hand on his right palm. "The clock restarts. One hour, no cellphone, no distracting apps on the laptop. Always ask before you leave the room. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"You could say 'thank you'," Jonah's voice darkened.

Oh.

"Um. Yes. Thank you, Jonah."

That made me feel... something.

Jonah nodded and left her room.

Jerrica sat down carefully, worried about the soreness in her cheeks, but found that, despite the force Jonah had used, she didn't have any issues.

Still, it hurt when he did it and it was pretty embarrassing. I don't want that happening again.

She also had to admit to herself that she

had

checked her phone for messages instead of just getting a glass of water.

That was exactly the behaviour I wanted him to spank me for, so I guess it's fine.

With a sigh, she returned to her work.

Drinking water eventually meant she had to use the washroom.

"Jonah," she called out, looking at the webcam. "I need to pee."

[Go ahead] he wrote back. [clock stops now]

Jerrica picked up her phone, pointedly held it before the camera, and put it back down next to her laptop where he could see.

I kind of want to stick my tongue out at him.

She made quick work in the washroom, washed her hands and came back.

It does seem to be working,

she thought,

I've been really focused for a whole half hour.

Jerrica sat back down at her desk.

"I'm working again," she said.

[Right]

[25 min left]

Working quickly and without distraction, Jerrica finished her essay in far less time than she had imagined. She found herself basically twiddling her thumbs for the last few minutes, unnecessarily checking over her grammar at the end until Jonah's message arrived.

[Time's up]

"Yeah, and I'm done!" she announced to the webcam. "I'm going to take a break until I work on the next thing."

[kk]

Jerrica grabbed her phone and glass of water and left for the kitchen.

I've still got three lab reports due in the next week,

Jerrica thought,

if I can be this efficient, I can have so much more free time and so much less stress.

She flipped through her phone for a bit, answered a few messages from her friends and then started looking at a video her friend had sent her.

Just need to decompress for a few minutes, that's all.

After watching videos for fifteen minutes, Jerrica realised she had a problem.

Dammit.

She turned off her phone and resolutely marched upstairs to find Jonah at his desk, working on his own lab report.

"Hey," she said.

"Jerrica," he nodded. With a sigh, he turned toward her. "What's up?"

"Um, just wanted to say 'thanks'," she said.

"Oh?"

"For helping me," she said. "I actually got through that essay in no time."

"Sure thing," Jonah nodded. "But I really have my own stuff to do."

"Right," Jerrica said, her eyes wide with understanding. "It's just, um."

Jonah waited patiently.

"I have other work to do," she explained, her eyes dodging all over his bedroom. "And I'm having trouble getting started."

"Oh."

"Yeah," she said. "But when you spanked me before, it really... well... worked to get me going, you know?"

"You want to be spanked again?" Jonah asked.

"If you could just do it like before," Jerrica said. "Ten times. It just gets me started."

She bit her lips, waiting.

"Sure," Jonah said. "Is it the pain, or the embarrassment?"

"What?"

"What motivates you?" Jonah asked. "Is it how much it hurts?"

"I-I assumed... yes, the pain?"

"Are you sure it's not the part where you're embarrassed?" Jonah asked.

"I don't know," Jerrica blinked in confusion. "How would I know?"

Jonah rose from his desk and pointed at his bed.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said.

"Oh," Jerrica said. "Alright."

She clambered onto his bed, a space so narrow she had to put herself sideways to him to obey his instruction.

Jonah looked at her for a moment, surveying her body.

"Put your shoulders down," he said.

Jerrica gulped but, hearing the firmness in his voice, shakily followed this instruction as well.

Jonah put his right hand on her left cheek and Jerrica turned her head forward in preparation.

"No," Jonah said. "Look me in the eye."

Jerrica turned back to meet his gaze.

"Say this to me," he told her. "I've been a very bad girl. Please spank me."

"Jonah," Jerrica protested, rolling her eyes.

"Alright," Jonah said with a sort of

'I told you so'

voice. "Then it's not the humiliation, is it?"

That was a test.

"No," she agreed, still looking him in the eye. "It's because it hurts to be spanked."

"Just ten to start you off?" Jonah asked. "Or should it be more?"

"Ten," Jerrica said instantly. "I mean, I haven't made any mistakes yet, right?"

"Except that you can't get started, for some reason," Jonah pointed out.

Jerrica thought about that.

"Okay," she said. "Do twenty, then."

"They

will

hurt," he reminded her.

"Yep," Jerrica took a deep breath. "They have to if it's going to work."

Jonah wasted no time and immediately began slapping her left cheek.

It's stinging a little now, even through my pants,

Jerrica noticed.

Is he spanking me harder? Or is it just sore from before?

After ten strikes, he switched her right cheek.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, but quickly bit her lips to silence any further protest.

Why does it hurt more?

"Did that hurt enough?" Jonah asked when he'd finished.

Jerrica turned and sat up, feeling how her cheeks touched his bed. She wiggled a bit, imagining sitting down at her much firmer chair in her room.

"Yes," she said. "I wonder why it hurt more than before."

"Accumulation," he said. "But also that position stretched your butt out tighter."

"True," she said as she stood up. "I hope it works."

Jerrica started to leave the room, but Jonah coughed, causing her to stop at the doorway and turn halfway to look at him.

"What?"

"It's polite to say 'thank you'," Jonah gave her a glare.

He's playing a part,

she thought,

it's fair.

"Thank you," she said.

"For?"

Jerrica inhaled and tried not to roll her eyes.

"Thank you for spanking me," she said. "Can I go now?"

"Yes," Jonah nodded. "The webcam is still on. Same rules as before. No distractions for one hour."

"Right."

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Jerrica counted herself amazed by how well she worked, feeling her sore cheeks under her as a reminder to keep her focus.

She didn't even have to get up to pee and worked through two lab reports before Jonah sent her a message.

[Time's up. Well done.]

A little condescending,

she thought,

but given that I need a spanking to behave like an adult, maybe I deserve that.

She looked up at the webcam.

"I'm done for tonight," she said. "Thanks."

[bring my webcam back up?]

"Sure," she said.

Jerrica unplugged the device, heard her laptop's descending beep pattern, and headed upstairs.

"Feeling okay?" Jonah asked when she reached the doorway.

"My butt?" she asked as she handed him his webcam. "It's a little sore."

"I mean, with the whole idea of being spanked," Jonah clarified.

"Well," Jerrica admitted, sitting on the edge of his bed. "It's a little sad I need this to act like a grown-up, but there it is and it works."

"You're not happy with your own willpower?" Jonah wondered aloud.

"Yeah, I guess," Jerrica frowned. "Maybe this will be habit forming and I won't need the spanking eventually."

"Or the habit will become you can only work after a spanking," Jonah pointed his finger at her rear.

Jerrica sighed, looking down the right side of her body where he'd aimed his finger.

"Anyway," she said. "Thanks again. I - um."

"What?"

"I don't really know how to thank you," she said. "I mean, you had to do your work while

also

keeping an eye on that video window."

"Oh," Jonah said. "Yeah, it's not

too

bad."

He did a lot of work for me,

she thought,

and I don't really have a way to compensate him.

"Still," Jerrica frowned. "What do you get out of this? It's a little unfair."

"I enjoy spanking you," he pointed out.

"Oh!"

That's fair, I guess. I mean, my butt's already sore.

Jonah shrugged at her.

"Sure!" she said and smiled at him as she stood up. "How do you want me?"

"What?"

"To spank me," she said, turning her body halfway away from him and sticking her left hip out in his direction. "How do you want to do it?"

"You haven't done anything wrong, though," he said, a confused look on his face.

That's true. I guess he's worried about messing up the willpower-punishment thing.