The Trouble 
With Ferrets
by JJ (Jane Jones)
copyright © 2002

Dressed but still drowsy, Hannah dragged herself down the stairs, before her still-sleeping husband was up. Time to go out for a walk, but first she had to take care of her daughter Beth's ferret while she was away. The cute little thing was standing on her hind legs in her cage, eager to come out and play. Hannah let the ferret out, forgetting to close her daughter's bedroom door behind her.

Suddenly she saw Frisky, the ferret, disappear into a hole where the electrical lines for the stovetop came in.

Frantically she began calling Frisky, making little noises that she knew the ferret associated with food. No ferret. Panicking now, Hannah got down on the kitchen floor to search for Frisky in the cabinet under the stovetop, groaning as her knees popped and cracked. To her relief, Frisky appeared at just that moment. After picking up Frisky, she realized she couldn't get up off the floor without putting the ferret down, because of her knee troubles. As soon as she put Frisky down, though, the little imp was off, heading for the area behind the refrigerator.

"No! NO!" she moaned as she tried to get up quickly to catch Frisky, but her knees twinged a warning. Crawling and diving across the floor, somehow she managed to snatch up the ferret just before Frisky disappeared behind the fridge.

Here she was – half-lying on the floor, ferret in hand, and a knee complaining greatly. And it was all because she hadn't shut the door to her daughter's room. How many times had James told her to shut the door? How many times had he warned her he'd spank her for not doing it? Of course, if she could only manage to stand and put Frisky back, everything would be all right. She had no intentions of telling him about the near-disaster she'd averted.

"Owwww!" she cried as she attempted to use the leg with the injured knee. Parking Frisky on her shoulder, Hannah gripped the nearest built-in cabinet, trying to pull herself upright while not losing control of the ferret.

"Hannah?"

Her heart sank. Looking up at her husband, she pasted on a smile.

"Yes, James?"

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I, uh, well," she stammered, flustered.

Spotting the open door, his eyes narrowed.

"You left the door open with the ferret out of her cage, didn't you?"

"Well, you see, I had to, um..."

"Didn't you!"

Hannah tried to stand, only to have her knee betray her. Gasping and muttering a foul word, she grabbed her knee with one hand and Frisky with the other.

"Hannah, what have you done? Did you injure your bad knee?"

"Yes, I did, and it really hurts," she cried.

"Let's put Frisky back in her cage for now. Then I want you to tell me the entire story."

"But you have to work!"

"I think it would be a good idea to make time for this. Sit down in the chair while I put Frisky back."

"But she has to have her medicine–"

Hannah shut her mouth quickly. She'd just seen The Look.

James shut the door to their daughter's room and sat across from Hannah in the kitchen.

"How about you tell me exactly what happened here this morning?"

His voice was dangerously quiet, which never boded well. Gulping, she started her story while staring at her hands.

"I let Frisky out and I guess I forgot to close the door behind me because she got into the wiring under the stovetop, so I got down on the floor trying to find her. She appeared in the cabinet and I grabbed her, but I, um..." Hannah's voice faltered as she took in her husband's frown, his two eyebrows almost touching.

"So you hurt your knee. Am I right?"

"Well, yes, but–"

"'But' nothing. Tell me the rest."

"I put the ferret down so I could stand up and she headed straight for the refrigerator! I sort of dove for her across the floor to catch her in time, but then I couldn't manage to stand while holding her, so I put her on my shoulder and dragged myself to a cabinet and was pulling myself up when you appeared."

Hannah told the rest of her story in a rush of breath. Upon seeing the thunderclouds gather on James's face, she became so anxious she hardly felt her knee hurt any more.

"You do know that what you did was wrong, don't you?" he glared.

"Yes, I do. It was stupid and I'm sorry."

"But now your knee is hurt, right?"

"Yes, hon."

Her eyes were still on his, and each time he spoke, more butterflies flew in her stomach.

"Do you remember what I said I'd do if you forgot the door again?"

"Yes, sir." Again she hung her head.

"Well, then, why are you still sitting here? Get up to the bedroom now. You know the drill."

Hannah limped her way up the stairs, James behind her, already whacking her backside with his hand. She piled the pillows on the bed as quickly as she could, stripped off her shorts and panties, and laid her body across the pillows, hiding her face in the covers. Trembling as she waited, she heard the sounds of the different disciplinary objects bumping against each other as he selected what he needed for this morning's spanking.

"I am very disappointed with you, Hannah."

The heavy leather strap cracked against her bottom as she whimpered.

"Why can't you remember a little thing like closing the door?"

The strap beat a scalding tattoo on her backside and her upper thighs. Oh, it hurt so very much! That and her regret made the first tears sting her eyes. Only her tiptoes reached the floor, so she danced on her toes with each smarting stripe of the strap.

"Don't you understand how quickly Frisky could get hurt?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," she moaned as the strap ate her bottom alive, the tip grabbing her tender flesh.

His strokes slowed but grew harsher, leaving behind a fierce burn that only intensified with each lick.

"Oh, oh, oh, James, I'm sorry, oh, please, it really stings, oh, stop, please, nothing happened."

"Nothing happened? NOTHING happened? Do you call Frisky's getting into the wiring and hurting your knee nothing? Frisky could have been electrocuted! And you could have popped your kneecap out of place again!"

The same thought occurred to them simultaneously. Hannah sniffled, her nether regions on fire from the strap, waiting.

"Where are your knee braces?" James growled.

Oh, she was up the creek now.

"In the family room," she squeaked.

"You were going to walk, right?"

"Yes, but James, I hadn't had the time to put them on yet–"

"Was it that, or was it that you had forgotten them? AGAIN?"

Hannah kept quiet until she felt the paddle with holes whack her lower buttocks, where bottom and thigh join.

"OWWW!!!" She lifted her head off the bed, barely able to stand the deep sting the wood left on her behind.

"Well, did you forget them? Tell me the truth."

"Yes, sir. I forgot them."

"That's what I figured."

Oh, man, I will not sit for days, she thought.

"I'm going to give you fifty with the paddle." The words were barely out of his mouth when the paddle cracked across her bottom. Hannah beat her toes against the floor and wailed. She hated the paddle!

It only took a minute for James to blister her behind and thighs, but the throbbing sting told the now-sobbing Hannah that his job had been thorough. James gathered her up in his arms, shushing her as she sobbed.

"I am so sorry! You know I don't want anything bad to happen to Frisky. I was not paying attention, as usual," she wept, hugging him tightly.

"I know, Hannah. It's all right. No harm was done, except to your knee. And you will remember the door in the future, won't you?" James raised his eyebrows in emphasis.

Feeling the hot throb of her flesh, she nodded as she wiped away her tears. "Yes, sir!"

"All right, then. Let's go get you an ice pack."

"For my bottom?" she asked, hoping against hope. James usually didn't allow such relief after a spanking.

"No, silly, for your knee."

The couple returned downstairs, where James helped his wife become comfortable on the couch (as comfortable as she could be with a sore backside, anyway) and placed an ice pack on her wounded knee.

"You stay there. I'll bring you some coffee."

Hannah flipped on the television, but turned it off within thirty seconds. Daytime TV just didn't interest her. Slipping her hands under her, she massaged her still-stinging fanny. She'd not forget to close her daughter's door ever again after today's spanking!

"Get your hands off your butt and look who I've got," James chided.

Hannah cooed to see a wiggling Frisky in his arms. "Oh, let me hold the cutie."

Of course, Frisky had other ideas. Hannah was unable to hang on to the squirming ferret, which was soon beating a path back to the kitchen and the back of the refrigerator.

"James!" she cried out. He scooped up Frisky before she managed to hide behind the fridge. His grin was sheepish. "I guess I can see how your trouble started this morning."

Both of them laughed as he returned Frisky to her cage for a little while.

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