OK, first off, I’d like to apologize for being away from my blog for so long. We got back from our visit to P4G-781 around late Wednesday evening, and I just got back home earlier today.
So we were on the other planet for well over a week, and most of it went just fine. The people there seemed very nice. A little behind the times. In a still living in the 1700’s kind of way. But things were nice. They were nice… the weather was nice… the food was nice… they were nice…
… UNTIL THEY MADE JACK SPANK ME!!!!!
Yes that’s right! SPANK ME!
I had to be SPANKED publicly! That’s S-P-A-N-K-ED! As in
Pants down, bare-assed, over the knee, open palm, SPANKED! BY JACK!!!
And you know, none of it would have probably happened if somebody there had, had the brains to mention their little unspoken law about nobody being allowed into the holy temple just outside of their village. A holy temple that happened to originally be a Goa’uld palace dedicated to the Egyptian Goddess Qetesh (supposedly said to be one of the many faces of the Goddess Hathor, so whether or not this is the same Goa’uld as the one we met a few years back, I haven’t a clue). Because really! You can’t bring a archeologist into a place that has a palace that’s coved almost head to toe in hieroglyphs, and gua’uld text that’s just begging to be translated. and expect him not to go running for it like a kid in a candy shop! But NO! No mention of not going in. not a word. Hell not even a sign on the door with like, ‘WARNING: Entering this building shall result in a sever ass-paddling!’ So in I go; cataloging, dating, and translating my little heart out until I suddenly get Jack’s voice crackling over my radio telling me to get the hell out of there, and to not get caught, and before I can even click to respond, the doors burst open, and in pours this very angry, very large mob.
They end up binding my hands at the wrists and lead me to their town hall building, where the rest of the team is, already arguing on my behalf (thanks guys) and then we’re all dragged into this big meeting room, where the chairs in the audience are already filled w/ villagers, and what not. And on the stage, instead of a podium was a single wooden chair. At this point I hadn’t the faintest idea as to what exactly was going on until Jack suddenly bellows out:
“Oh no! nobody gets to even *think* about laying a hand on Daniel’s ass but me” and then there's dead silence. Now I’m guessing, and for his sake desperately hoping that it was said as a sort of bluff to try to get us out of this mess, but they figured that since he was our team leader that he would do fine, and next thing I know, my pants are around my ankles, Jack’s being shoved into the chair up on stage, and I’m being pressed down onto his lap while he’s told that he is to give me no less then thirty lashes with his hand. And I just bowed my head, because I really didn’t want to know what my teammates faces must have looked like right then.
Now an important thing to know here, is that I have never before in my life been into the idea of spanking. Neither giving, nor receiving. Just isn’t my bag. Can’t really get around the idea. Too Dom/sub for me. Jack on the other hand has pretty much always loved the idea of getting to spank me. But certainly not like this. Not strapped down against my will, with a public audience, especially one that included Sam, and Teal’C, But this wasn’t exactly his choice either, so I have to imagine that this was a pretty horrific experience for him as well.
And I quickly realized that this must be a really big thing to these people. Because it wasn’t just Jack spanking me and they let me up and we go, and pretend it never happened. No these people took it very seriously because they started swaying a chanting, and drums were being slowly pounded on as though to urge Jack on. But moving on.
The first five or so smacks came as a complete shock to me, and Jack was apologizing all over the place. Whispering for me to please forgive him, and I had to grit out for him to just can it and please just get it over with. By the time we reached fifteen I was panting loudly, but still managed to keep myself quiet, but my body still jerked with every smack. And God it stung. It burned and kept burning after he removed his hand. Jack had thankfully fallen silent except to count out each…spank. But his other hand kept rubbing over the small of my back which was a very big comfort to me. By spank number twenty. I had tears starting to roll down my face, but at the same time I noticed that I was starting the heat up in the uh… groin…area… And I didn’t want it to! This wasn’t my thing, I’m not into spanking! And especially not in front of a bunch of strangers, and two of my closest friends! But it was happening none the less, and I don’t think Jack having begun softly running his hands over my poor abused ass between spanks was helping me any. And once he felt me start to get hard, he started moving his hands around more. Even going so far as to dip between my legs for a single instant and brush over my balls, which caused me convulse and cry out, and I could hear Sam gasp at that one; thinking that I was in incredible pain at this point. Which in fact I was, to be honest. But I kept getting harder, and had to start begging between shouts, for Jack to just hurry it the hell up and let me out of here. And then we were finally at the final one, and I heard his hand come whistling down on me, and the sound of it connecting with my butt filled, and echoed around the room. And at that one instant, my body suddenly sort of shut down on me, and I was simultaneously sagging in on myself while crying like a baby, and creaming myself on Jack’s lap.
Most of what happened after that is kind of blurry. I remember people coming up and un-strapping me, and Jack helping me get my pants up while I stood there miserable, covered with my own spunk and bawling my damned eyes out. He did that, then handed me my glasses which had fallen to the floor at some point, next thim I remember is Teal’C holding me in a fireman’s carry, while we’re headed for the gate, with Sam trying to sooth me and Jack staring at the ground in front of him while he walks.
Once back on earth it was a very awkward debriefing in the infirmary where I was told I’d have to stay a while due to the fact that Jack had quite literally blistered my ass (which had Jack looking beyond miserable when he found out) and it was decided that for at least for the time being, that the people of P4G-781 can go fuck themselves. Jack was apologizing all over the place and I kept telling him that it was ok, and that it wasn’t his fault, and not to worry about it, but I know he’s not going to just let it go like that. This really, really disturbed, and upset him, and everybody can tell. Sam and Teal’C haven’t really mentioned it, other then to ask how I’m doing, and I’m glad they’ve left it at that.
::yawns:: well I think that’s about it for now. Very tired… and sore… I’m still a bit weirded out about the whole unexpected arousal thing that happened. But since it was with Jack at least I don’t have to worry about it being, too, too weird… I guess. But like I said, I’ll leave that for another time. Current Mood: exhausted