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Shauna trudged back through the snow, arms heavy with gathered firewood. Her legs ached from walking too far on too little food, and the secret growing inside her didn’t make it any easier. The nausea never quite left her anymore, even in the cold. She collapsed onto a nearby stone with a soft grunt, breath fogging the air. Sweat clung to her skin under too many layers. Without thinking, she wiped her forehead with a dirt-smeared hand and dropped the bundle of wood in front of Mari, who was crouched near the fire.
Before she could even catch her breath, Mari’s voice snapped out like a whip.
“You were barely useful when we had food, Shauna. Now you’re just taking up space. How the hell did it take you an hour to get this pathetic pile?”
The words hit like a punch — not because they weren’t true, but because they were too close to what Shauna feared: that she was weak, fading, useless. Her guilt swelled in her throat like bile, but this time… she didn’t shrink from it. This time, she bit back.
“Funny,” Shauna said, her voice cold and sharp. “You sound awfully confident for someone who’s never made a single decision that mattered out here.”
The silence that followed was immediate and heavy. Shauna didn’t look at Mari. She could already feel the sting of Jackie’s glare beside her. She didn’t need to see it to know it was there — sharp, disappointed, burning through the side of her face.
Jackie’s boots crunched softly in the snow as she approached. Calm steps. Dangerous steps.
Without a word, she grabbed Shauna’s arm and murmured, low and firm,
“Shauna. Come on. Now.”
There was no room for argument in her tone. Jackie led her around the back of the cabin, pushing open a door Shauna hadn’t even noticed before. It creaked on rusted hinges, revealing a small, dark storage room filled with wooden shelves, old crates, hanging hooks — and a single wooden chair.
Jackie didn’t let go until they were inside, the door shut behind them.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped, turning to face her. “And don’t give me the ‘nothing’ line, Shauna. I know you. That wasn’t nothing. You were ready to snap.”
Shauna scowled, her arms folding defensively across her chest.
“I just gave her what she deserved.”
Jackie’s eyes narrowed. She exhaled sharply, but said nothing for a beat — calculating.
Then, without a word, she sat on the wooden chair and tugged Shauna toward her, guiding her with surprising strength. Before Shauna could stop her, she was pulled over Jackie’s lap, her hands bracing against the floor.
“Jackie?! What the hell are you doing?”
Her voice cracked — part shock, part shame.
“Don’t move,” Jackie warned, her hand pressing firmly against the small of Shauna’s back. “Out here, we don’t get to break down whenever we feel like it. You want to snap? You do it with me. And from now on, when you act out like that — there will be consequences.”
Shauna opened her mouth to protest — but then Jackie’s hand landed, a light slap to her clothed ass. More surprise than pain, but it stole the breath from her lungs.
“You can’t be serious,” Shauna hissed, face burning. “I’m not some little girl you can just… spank to keep in line.”
Jackie’s voice was smooth, cool, teasing.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby,” she said, her hand now resting gently on Shauna’s other cheek. “You’re exactly that. My girl. And I’ll keep you in line however I see fit.”
The next smack was harder. Then another. And another — each one falling with a steady rhythm, never cruel, but deliberate. With each strike, Jackie spoke:
“You. Are. Mine. To. Take. Care. Of.”
Shauna’s body tensed — not just from the spanking, but from the heat rapidly blooming between her thighs. Her jeans were too tight, too warm. She hated how good it felt — how safe she felt, how right this all was, in some terrifying, thrilling way. She hated how Jackie cared, and how she knew her better than she did in that moment.
Jackie stopped for a moment, her hand stroking the curve of Shauna’s ass through her jeans.
“You still with me, baby?”
Shauna was panting now, her face pressed against Jackie’s thigh, her shame prickling at her skin like fire. She gave a small, embarrassed nod.
“I need more than that,” Jackie said softly. “Say it. I need to know you’re okay.”
There was a pause — then a muffled whisper:
“Yes… I’m here.”
Jackie smiled faintly.
“Good girl. Ten more. Count for me.”
Then, with practiced ease, she tugged down Shauna’s jeans and panties to her thighs. Shauna gasped — humiliated, exposed, wet — but didn’t fight her.
The first smack on bare skin made her jump, the sting sharp and real.
“One,” she whimpered.
And Jackie continued. Slow. Firm. Focused.
By the time she reached ten, Shauna was crying — quiet, shaky sobs muffled against Jackie’s legs. Jackie gently pulled her clothes back up and eased her into her lap, wrapping her arms around her securely.
“You were so good for me,” she whispered into Shauna’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”
Shauna clung to her silently, letting herself be held. Letting herself feel.
Jackie stroked her back and kissed her temple.
“I know things are hard right now. But we can’t fall apart. We have to stay in control — for each other. And if you need me to help you with that… I will. I’m here. Always.”
Shauna couldn’t speak. She only nodded, curling closer into Jackie’s warmth.
“I know, Jax,” she whispered.
Later that night, after she’d apologized to Mari — reluctantly, but obediently — Shauna curled into their shared sleeping space. Jackie was still awake, lying on her side. Shauna reached for her hand in the dark, shyly, thinking she might be asleep.
But Jackie shifted, wrapping her arm around her, pulling her in close, spooning her protectively.
“I’m proud of you for today,” she murmured into her ear. “You were so good for me.”
Then she pressed her forehead to the back of Shauna’s neck, her breath warm, her hold tight — leaving Shauna wide-eyed in the dark, her body aching and her mind a swirl of guilt, comfort, and something dangerously close to longing.