Cheyenne and Jason (Last Chance Program Book 1)

by Malone, Misty

“Because your attitude right now is leaving a lot to be desired. Look at your stance right now. Your hands are on your hips and you’re glaring at me as you’re talking with me. You’re almost daring me to challenge you. If you don't want to call it your attitude, call it your demeanor. But whatever you want to call it, it's not acceptable. What have I done to you to deserve your anger?”

  “I asked you nicely if we could talk some more, and you refused.”

  “For your own good. So how does that give you the right to take your anger out on me and treat me disrespectfully?”

  “But I asked you nicely. Did you miss that part? I don’t always do that,” she whined.

  Jason couldn’t help himself and broke out laughing at the pouting little minx. “No, I didn’t miss that part,” he assured her. “I was proud of that part. But I said no for a reason, Cheyenne, and it was for your good. This is a hard thing you’re going through, and I’m looking out for you. You have to learn that sometimes, as in this case, people will say no to you for a good reason. You have to respect their decision.”

  She was still pouting, but turned to look into his eyes. “But sometimes they just say no because they’re being an ass.”

  “And sometimes people don’t know when to take a warning,” he said as he took her by her upper arm and walked her to the couch. Before she had a chance to realize she’d pushed him too far, he was seated on the couch and she was over his lap.

  She realized what he intended to do, and tried rolling off his lap. He held her tightly with his left hand to insure she’d remain in place, while attempting to unfasten her jeans with his right hand. When she kept fighting him he brought his hand down sharply on her bottom half a dozen times quickly. It had the desired effect, and she froze. He quickly reached underneath her and unfastened her jeans. He pulled them down, along with her panties. “That’s enough, Cheyenne. You’ve earned this and you know you have, so lay still.”

  “But what for?” she asked, still whining. “Just because we disagree about something? What, I’m not allowed to disagree with you about anything? That's bullshit.”

  Bringing his hand down on her bare bottom to start her spanking, he said, “You know better than to even ask that question, Cheyenne, and that tells me you’re tired. We’ll stop for today after we’re done here, and you can go to bed and rest. But you need to learn that being tired is not an excuse to treat people badly, or curse. We’ve talked about your language enough that I know you know better than to say things like that. That means you either said it because you’re too tired to realize you even said it, or you’re testing me, trying to prove a point to me and see if I’ll really do anything about it.”

  “Ow! Testing you how?”

  “Just what I said; see if I’ll really do anything about it. Well, young lady, rest assured, I will. I warned you already today about your language, and I don’t care how tired you are, you are not going to use that language around me without some consequences.”

  He continued the spanking as he said, “And you will not have that kind of an attitude with me when I tell you no, either.”

  “Oww! Jason, stop! It hurts,” she cried. “But I disagreed with your decision. I can’t help it if I disagree with people sometimes.”

  “And disagreeing in itself is not a problem, young lady. If you disagree with me, you tell me that and ask if we can talk about it. Then we will do just that; we’ll talk about it. But we will do it respectfully, and you have to listen to what I’m saying. I told you we were stopping for today because you need to rest, and you need to accept that decision. I’ve done this before; I know what I’m talking about. When people don’t do or say what you want them to do or say, you have to learn to accept it and still be courteous to them. Are you learning that, Cheyenne?”

  “Okay, okay. Oww! Please, Jason, you have to stop!”

  To her surprise, he did stop. She was relieved, but when she tried to push herself up, he stopped her. “No, you don’t, Cheyenne. We’re not done yet. But what happened to the little lady who was ready to work this program and was willing to accept the spanking she’d earned? Remember her? She was going to admit she’d made a mistake and think about what she’d done wrong while accepting the spanking, so she would associate the pain of the spanking with what she’d done. Where is she?”

  He watched Cheyenne as she stopped fighting and squirming and lay over his knees, still. Then she slumped over his knees, all the fight she had, gone. She was still crying, but quietly said, “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

  Seeing the change in her, he started rubbing her back gently, giving her a minute. She sighed and said, “Okay, I’m ready now.”

  “You’re ready to accept the spanking now?”

  One last sob escaped before she bravely said, “Yes. I am now.”

  He rubbed her back just a moment longer. “That’s my girl. Okay, Cheyenne, tell me what you’re getting this spanking for.”

  After a deep breath she managed to say, “For being rude to you when you told me no, and for swearing.”

  “Very good. Okay, think about those things now while we finish this up.” Without making her wait any longer he resumed the spanking. This time she bravely stayed in place. He knew she was sore. Her bottom was beyond pink, even past the first shade or two of red. It was an angry red, closing in on deep red, or scarlet. And he knew she was tired emotionally. But as much as he’d like to lighten up on her tonight, he knew she needed him to be consistent. She was making such good progress the last few days, he couldn’t let her down now.

  But he also knew as sore as she had to be, and with her head in the right place now, it wouldn’t take much more to make his point. He talked a little more about the importance of contemplating what she’d done to earn the spanking as she was getting it, then turned his attention to that tender spot where her bottom and thighs meet while he quickly reviewed the fact that he wouldn’t let her get away with rudeness or an attitude. She squirmed a little more and cried harder, but he had to give her credit; she didn’t try to escape his hold once.

  He ended the spanking and rubbed her back to help her calm. When she’d caught her breath somewhat he gently helped her up, quickly turned her around, and settled her back on his lap, sitting this time. She winced at the initial contact with his jeans, but wriggled slightly to find a little more comfortable spot, and leaned against him, settling in against his shoulder as his arms came around her. He held her while she cried, half expecting her to fall asleep there in his arms.

  He was surprised when instead of falling to sleep, she looked up at him. “Jason, I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” he asked.

  “I was terrible, and I’m sorry. You really don’t deserve that.”

  “Ssshhh, honey. You made a mistake, but you paid the price for it, and you’ve been forgiven. We don’t need to talk about it any more.” He couldn’t help himself as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head again. “Unless you feel a need to talk about it any more?” he asked, giving her a chance to speak up if something was on her mind.

  “You really do forgive me afterwards, don’t you?” she asked him quietly.

  “Yes, I do,” he assured her. “Once I see you are sincerely sorry, it’s not so hard.”

  “But not everyone does that,” she observed. “I’m glad you do.”

  “You’re right, some people have trouble forgiving. And some things are easier to forgive than others. But life’s too short to hold grudges or withhold forgiveness. I’m certainly not perfect, and I hope people can forgive me when I make a mistake, and I think remembering that helps me forgive people easier. But for me, I have to know their apology is sincere.”

  “I’m sincere when I tell you I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are.”

  “My problem is I don’t always tell people I’m sorry when I know I should.”

  “Why don’t you?”

  “Usually because I’m not really sorry. I know I probably should be, but if I’m not reall
y sorry, I don’t say it.”

  He chuckled a little as he said, “Honey, I’ll bet you that changes.”

  “Do you think?”

  “Yes, I do. We’ll find out before long, but I’ll bet it changes. I’ll bet you’ll find you are sorry when you know you probably should be.”

  “Maybe. You’ve been right about a lot of things, so maybe. We’ll see.” She laid her head back against him again and settled in easily. When she yawned, he sat up straighter. “Time to get you to bed. You’re exhausted.”

  She surprised him when she admitted, “I am really tired now.”

  He helped her up and made sure she was steady before letting go of her. “Lock the door after I leave and get to bed so you’re ready tomorrow by 8:20.”

  “I’ll be ready on time.”

  He waited outside her door until he heard her lock the door, then went home. He had a lot to think about tonight. They’d done a lot of talking, and he wanted to make a few more notes while it was still fresh in his mind.

  ***

  Jason was up early the next morning so he could talk with Dan before he went to Cheyenne’s.

  “Good morning, Jason. How’s it going? Major problem already?”

  “No, no, nothing like that,” Jason assured his friend. “In fact, we’ve made tremendous progress already. I never anticipated anything this quickly, but it’s great.”

  Jason could hear the hesitancy in Dan’s voice as he said, “I’m glad to hear that, Jason. Are you sure, though? Cheyenne is very smart—”

  “Yes, she is,” Jason agreed.

  “—and can fool people pretty easily. Are you sure—”

  “Only time will tell for sure,” Jason admitted, “but I feel good about this. I think I misunderstood her and misjudged her from the start.”

  Dan’s eyebrows drew together as he asked, “Oh, yeah? About what?”

  “You know I can’t talk to you about that, Dan. I’m sorry, but that’s private. If you ask her afterwards, she may tell you, but you’ll have to hear it from her.”

  “Sorry. You’re right, I do know that. I wasn’t thinking. Anyway, I hope you’re right,” Dan said sincerely.

  “I wanted to ask you a quick question, Dan. The work you gave her to do a few days ago, you said there wasn’t a rush on that. Were you serious about that? No rush?”

  “We’ve got a couple weeks on that. That’s why I thought it would be good. Why; is there a problem?”

  “Not as long as you don’t need it right away. We had a breakthrough, and I’ve spent the last few days talking it through. She hasn’t touched the job yet. I’m hoping she can work on it some today, but I wanted to be sure you aren’t going to need it by tomorrow or the next day.”

  “Nope, not by tomorrow. By next week, though, probably. Will that be a problem?”

  “It shouldn’t be, no. Thanks, Dan. That’s all I needed. I’ll let you get back to work.”

  “Just let me know when she’s done and we’ll set up another exchange. And good luck, Jason.”

  Cheyenne answered the door holding a cup of coffee when Jason knocked fifteen minutes later, at 8:19. She yawned, but said, “Come on in, Jason.”

  He studied her a bit, wondering about her rather cold greeting. “Good morning, Cheyenne. Are you ready to go?”

  “Yep,” she answered, dumping the rest of her coffee and setting her cup in the sink. “Where are we going?”

  “To the living room,” he answered with a grin. “You can bring your coffee if you want.”

  Her eyes opened wider and she looked disgusted. “Really? You made me throw away good coffee for nothing?”

  He had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d dump it out that quickly. I was just checking to see if you were ready.”

  “I was,” she assured him.

  “I see that. Why don’t you make another pot of coffee for today? We’re probably just going to be staying here.”

  “Okay. I’ll put some coffee on and I’ll be right there.”

  She walked into the living room a few minutes later. “Are we going to pick up where we left off yesterday?”

  “No, I don’t think so,” he answered.

  “Why not? What are we going to do?”

  “I think you need to do a little bit of work today, Cheyenne, start the project Dan sent home a few days ago.”

  “So when you told me last night that we’d talk more today, you didn’t really mean that?”

  “I did mean it, and we will talk more this afternoon. Like I told you last night, though, you have to have time to absorb all your new thoughts and feelings. Trying to do too much, too fast usually backfires. You’re doing really well and I don’t want to do anything that might upset that.”

  She sighed, but seemed to accept it. “Okay.” She went to her desk and took out the folder she’d brought home and got started.

  Jason watched for a few minutes before going into the kitchen to check in with his office. Half an hour later he heard some muttering and went to check. He couldn’t tell if she was upset or simply working. He watched a couple minutes, as she appeared to be working. He went back into the kitchen, only to hear a drawer slam shut. He went back to the doorway and watched. She took a sheet of paper, drew something, crumpled it up and threw it in the general direction of the waste basket. There were half a dozen similar balls of crumpled paper already in the vicinity.

  Chapter 8

  Jason went to the sofa and sat down. “Cheyenne, come over here and let’s talk a little bit.”

  “Oh, no, we can’t talk. My teeny little brain might explode if I try and put too much in it at once.”

  “Stop with the sarcasm and get over here so we can talk.”

  She stomped over to the couch, saw the expression on his face, and put the biggest fake smile on her face Jason had ever seen. “Okay, sir, what would you like to talk about?”

  His first instinct was to take her directly over his knee, but he resisted his urge. “‘Let me ask you something, and I want an honest answer. I’m not trying to be smart, but honestly trying to help you here. When you’re upset about something, or disagree with someone, do you know how to talk to them, discuss the problem without being rude and sarcastic?”

  “Can I ask you something? When you get really pissed off, can you sit there and kiss someone’s ass and let them walk all over you? Because that’s what you’re asking me to do.”

  “Okay, I guess that answers my question.” Before she could ask what he meant she was over his lap. Her skirt was up and her panties down.

  He wasted no time, but started spanking her bare bottom hard enough to get her attention. He spanked her a dozen times before speaking. “Cheyenne, you have a temper like I haven’t seen in quite some time. It may take some time, but you are going to learn to control it. It’s becoming apparent to me that we’re going to need to work on anger management skills. Your attitude that’s gotten you in trouble the last few days has been because of a temper tantrum. That is about to end.”

  “Ow! Jason, you have to stop! It really hurts.”

  “It needs to really hurt. The next time you’re about to have a temper tantrum, think back to right now, right this minute. How do you feel right now?”

  “It hurts!”

  “You remember that. From now on, any time you have a temper tantrum, you can expect the same thing. We’re making great progress with what’s keeping you from being nicer to your clients and coworkers. I think you’ll be able to overcome that rather quickly. But this temper of yours could take longer. Rest assured, though, I’ll be here, administering spankings, until you get control of it. Do you understand me?”

  “Ow! Yes! Yes. Please, Jason, it hurts!”

  He knew it hurt. He’d watched her sit down at her desk this morning gingerly. But he meant for her to remember this spanking all day. Maybe if she felt this all day, she could control her temper. He was upset with himself for not seeing her temper for what it was
. He thought she had a bit of a temper, but most of her problem was her attitude and how she dealt with people. He now realized that may be a lot of her problem at work, but last night and this morning was nothing but a temper tantrum after she didn’t get her way.

  He concentrated now on her sit spots as he made sure she’d learned this lesson. “What are you getting this spanking for, Cheyenne?”

  “For my temper,” she quickly said.

  “And what’s going to happen the next time you have a temper tantrum?”

  “I’ll be spanked again,” she sobbed.

  “That’s right,” he said with two final swats. He gave her a few moments to catch her breath before he lifted her to sit on his lap. He held her while she cried, telling her it was over now and she was forgiven.

  She seemed to be having a harder time calming down than normal, and he continued rubbing her arm. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  “No, you’re not,” he said softly. “Talk to me, Cheyenne. What’s wrong?”

  She started crying harder again. She had to take a minute to calm enough to answer him. “Jason, I’ve always had a temper. That’s not just something you can stop overnight.”

  “Unfortunately, you’re right about that. That will take some work, but I’m sure you’ll get control of your anger.”

  “How?”

  “I’ll help you. We’ll work together on it, and I know you’ll get it under control.”

  “But will there be any skin left on my butt?”

  He had to chuckle, and pulled her in against him a little tighter. “There will be,” he assured her. “It may be sore, but you’ll have skin left.”

  “That’s kinda what I’m afraid of,” she mumbled as she laid her head against his shoulder and accepted the comfort he was offering.

  After a few minutes, he felt the need to ask a question. “So tell me, now that we’ve talked, do you think you’ll be able to get a little work done?”

  She looked up at him. “How did you know?”

  “I knew something was bothering you when I watched you trying to work, and muttering. This is as good a time as any to talk about that. For this program to work, I told you before, you have to tell me what your thoughts and feelings are. You were obviously upset, enough that you weren’t able to do any productive work. When that happens, you need to tell me. We can talk about what has you upset, before you get so upset you have a temper tantrum.”