He parked his car, locked the door, and walked up to the house where archeologist, Dr. Daniel Jackson, lived. The Colonel rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. Turning the door knob slowly, he opened the door and stepped in, just as the young archeologist shut off the fan and light, and came walking out of the bathroom.
"Oh, ah, Jack, ah, er, I mean, Colonel ONeil, sir, ah, . . . you're back, ah, . . . early." Daniel didn't sound particularly pleased to see him there at all. In fact, he sounded suspiciously uneasy, as if he were afraid he was about to be caught at something.
And I see youre back, too. Jack replied. Even though you were told not to leave, and not to go off through the Stargate on your own.
Daniel gulped, but then covered his initially sheepish expression with a heedless, cavalier grin, and began, Its not what you think, Jack, . . . ah, sir . . . Look, I really dont have time to go into it right now, . . . ah, maybe later.
Jack looked the young archaeologist up and down. Daniel was wearing clean khakis and a long-sleeved grey dress shirt. He smelled of soap and aftershave; his hair was still slightly damp from the shower, and his skin had that pinky, vulnerable, newly-razored look. He was even wearing a tie. This was clearly a boy who was all dressed up with somewhere to go. This was not someone who recognized what a world of trouble he was in.
Step-by-step Jack moved methodically into the house, making sure he took up all the available space, so that Daniel had to move backwards, and he could then shut the door behind both of them. Daniel faced him defiantly, and he could feel his bad mood coming back in spades, while unfortunately, faced with a freshly-showered, soap-scented young brat.
"Going somewhere -- else?" he inquired with silky smoothness.
Daniel's blue eyes looked coolly defiant. "Um, ah . . . yes, actually, I was going to attend a lecture on the gutteral labial expressions of pre-medieval peoples in the Mediterranean basin.
"Sounds fascinating." His gaze never left Daniel's face, as Jack reached behind his back, turning the deadbolt lock across to lock it. Not a chance, he retorted.
Daniel narrowed his eyes. Oh, right, Jack, and I'm just supposed to stand here and let myself be locked in for the night? Think again, bucco, he objected silently.
"You're not going," Jack repeated. He had never been more certain about anything in his life than that Daniel wasn't going out of that door.
"I'm sorry?" Daniel looked at him in disbelief. Daniel reminded him of a little boy, alternately in need of either a hug or a spanking.
"You'd better be -- and, believe me, you will be." Jack glared at him. Youre not going anywhere, young man. Youve been bad -- very bad -- again. You were wrong and you know it!"
Daniel gave a long-suffering sigh. "Look, Jack, I really don't have time for this right now. Ive made my plans and I don't want to miss it."
As he tried to step round Jack to get to the front door, he found himself indignantly grabbed by the lapels and shoved up against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for Jack to make the point who was in control here. "You are grounded," he breathed.
What?! Daniel shot back in infuriated disbelief.
Grounded, Danny boy. Restricted.
I know what grounded means, Daniel responded. Checked, circumscribed, confined, constrained, controlled, curbed, detained, impounded, imprisoned, incarcerated, limited, leashed, locked in, restrained, restricted . . .
Knock it off, dictionary-boy. Youre not funny. And youre still not going anywhere.
Actually, that would be thesaurus-boy, sir, Daniel corrected, then, interrupted himself thinking: Wait a minute, what am I saying? What are you SAYING, sir? he demanded.
Its simple. Im saying No, Daniel! N-O! You are not going out. You are going to stay here, and listen to me. We are going to have a little talk, and deal with some recurrent problems that are going to stop now. Understand?
"Gee whiz, Jack, you sound like my father. Not that you're quite that old, but that 'little talk' thing just reminded me of my Dad -- when I was in trouble." Daniel remarked.
"Yeah, well, you ARE in trouble, Space Monkey -- big trouble.
Daniel hated it when the Colonel called him that. He muffled his irritation, while still asking with an obvious annoyance, So, . . . what do you want to talk about? Cant it wait?
Jack looked intently at the impatient young scientist. "Quite frankly, I want to talk about your attitude, and your lack of respect and compliance, he replied.
Come-ON, JACK! . . ., er, . . . Colonel. You do sound like my Dad. Theres nothing wrong with my attitude, and, ah, I do, ah, have, ah, respect and, . . . ah, compliance, he sputtered.
Well, the truth is your attitude is bad, and you dont know what it is to follow orders and obey! Maybe it would help you to try thinking of me in younger terms, Danny boy, but in any event, were still going to have a little talk." Jack said.
"Like with an older brother?"
"That'll do. I'm not that old, although technically I guess I could be your father," he replied. Either way, Im old enough to tan your hide, young man. "No, no, I didn't mean to imply you were old," Daniel backed down.
Jack wanted to shout, scream, pick Daniel up by the scruff of his neck and shake him, and then turn him over his knees and spank the starch out of seat of his shorts and his attitude.
Its like this, Danny boy: When I say no, I mean NO!" he ended by shouting.
Daniel paused, then stuck out his lower lip making him look about five years old to Jack. He spoke purposely, and with an obviously irked pout, "I am too going out, Jack." With a brash, overconfident swagger, he walked forward, to try to go past the Colonel. Instantly, the man's arm shot out, blocking his path.
"Daniel, I can see we really need to work on your understanding the concept of no. You see, no means no. It doesn't mean you can wheedle, it doesn't mean maybe, it doesn't mean you can pout and sputter and I'll change my mind. What it does mean – is – NO."
"I don't pout and I don't wheedle."
"Right. And the Pope ain't Catholic. Get your butt in gear and forget about going out. Youre staying put tonight -- and maybe some more, if you keep it up. Now move!"
Daniel froze. He looked at the outstretched arm, then slowly he raised his head and gave Jack a deliberately defiant and provocative look from his eyes. Then he moved deliberately, albeit reluctantly.
"Look, Jack, maybe you just feel threatened when you cant have absolute control over everybody, but Im not in the military. Im a civilian, remember?" he taunted brazenly.
Jack thought, you are going to pay for that one, Danny boy. The way he was feeling, he was ready to flip young Daniel over and give him the hardest, hottest-stinging spanking in any galaxy.
"The only one here who is gonna feel anything is you, when I put you over my knee and paddle that attitude out of you," he replied.
"Yeah, right, Daniel scoffed. Who all are you gonna get to help you hold me down?" Daniel looked and sounded like a mouthy, 10 year-old, just daring somebody to chill his sassy outburst with a deflating spanking.
"I won't need any help, Danny boy. What you need is a bare-ended attitude adjustment, and I swear what you need, is what youre gonna get. I'm gonna put you over my knee and give it to you right now." Jack felt his blood pressure rising, his level of irritation matched by a resolute intent to spank his young, disrespectful friend.
A glint of apprehension in Daniel's eyes was unmistakable, and he was aware of it. Time to act fast, he thought to himself. They both moved at the same time, Daniel trying to push past, Jack blocking him. That was when Daniel felt strong hands seize him by the shoulders and spin him around. He gasped with the shock of it, as he was spun around, whirling so fast he felt like he was being yanked off his feet.
He was finally released and staggered sideways, disoriented, when a hand closed on his tie and yanked him against the hard, muscled legs of the now-seated Colonel. The hand grabbing his tie then jerked him forward – completely off-balance. He fell against Jack's knees, ending up sprawled across – and dangling over – the steely Colonels lap.
WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP!
Without so much as a word or warning, the solid, granite-like hand of Colonel ONeil began pelting the seat of the overturned, young archeologists seat with swats.
Turning his hanging head and looking up towards the left, Daniel's response was to grimace, grunt, and growl, Nnngggghaaaa! Unngggghhhaaaa! Aargrgraughaaaaa!
But then he also started defiantly struggling, squirming and wriggling around underneath the downpour that was steadily warming the seat of his pants. Daniel reached up to try to push himself off the Air Force Colonels lap, and at the same time to shield his smarting backside from the punishment pummeling it. He fumbled, and his wrist was grabbed, pulled up, and held flat between his shoulder blades. He was bent further over Jacks left leg, putting his face very close to the floor.
"Let me up!!" Daniel demanded breathlessly.
WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP!
His demand was met with more spanking. "Admit you were wrong, boy."
"Go screw yourself!" he dared to flout the officer in whose grip he was inescapably secured.
Jack hesitated, glowering. All right, that does it, Danny boy! Prepare to get your rearend blistered.
Jack could feel the indignation coming off Daniel, as his body stiffened and he panted breathlessly, "You, ah, wouldn't DARE!" he shouted.
"Just watch me, boy."
WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP!
Feeling trapped over the powerful Colonels lap, Daniel became enraged. Strenuously he tried to twist and thrust himself off and away; but it was futile. He couldnt believe it! He was a strong, young man, yet he felt powerless in the capture of the incredibly strong Colonel!
"Jack, Im 32 years old! Im a grown man, for crying out loud! You can't just walk in here and . . . he exploded, but was instantly cut off by the barrage of swats heating up seat of his pants.
WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP!
You can't do thissss! I'm too OLD for this! Stop it! Stop it right now! STOP! STOP! STOPIT!!!" Daniel stormed his orders at the Air Force Colonel who was spanking him.
Colonel ONeil only struck swifter and harder, fifteen more times.
"You think I can't? Like I just said, Danny boy -- watch me. Youre the only one whos gonna be cryin out loud, Space Monkey, he admonished his upended, young friend.
Whewwww!! He had never, ever been hauled over somebodys lap, clamped down in place, and had his bottom mercilessly paddled and spanked! He was startled, rattled, jolted! Never before had he felt anything like this! Each new swat sent him bouncing and writhing, wriggling and pushing, trying to get away from the pounding fire that was scorching his rear end.
The Colonels wallops were hard and heavy against Daniels behind, and he could already feel the heat intensify as his pride was insulted. He fought and lurched furiously, trying to free himself from the Colonels vise. When he failed, he was outraged, but also desperate to get the continuing trouncing stopped.
WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP! WHAUMP!
Daniel was sweating profusely, and his breathing was heavy, fast, gasping. His face and neck were red and strained, his mouth agape, from the exertion of struggling. His eyes alternately squinted and widened with shock and pain. Worse still were his behind -- and his pride. The younger man capitulated, and began trying to negotiate a stoppage.
In a moment he regretted all the backtalk and defiance he had displayed towards Colonel ONeil over the past years. In a moment, he was willing to concede and beg, to avoid what was happening. In a moment, he was bargaining with the Colonel for release from his lap and to avoid further discomfort and humiliation. In a moment, he was willing to rethink following what the Colonel told him to do -- without backtalk, without question.
Okay, Jack, please! Stop! Please, stop! Im not used to this, Jack. Please! My father never spanked me. Jack, please! Being in a position like this, and then to be paddled, -- I never expected something like this! Aaaah! I never, ah -- never knew about -- aaaah! But, pleeeeez! I'll do anything not to get spanked, Jack. Anything! Ill be good from now on, I promise!. I'll do absolutely everything you tell me to do. I PROMISE!" he shouted the last. He was shocked and gasping from the affront to his pride and the mounting fire on his backside.
The young archeologist had his eyes closed, with his mouth slightly opened and his breaths coming in pants. The way Daniel was begging and pleading breathlessly across his knees, Jack didn't think he'd be hearing too many more objections before the young man was sobbing and properly contrite about his attitude and behavior.
Im not surprised, Daniel. If youd gotten your rearend blistered in the past, youd be a lot different boy today -- and you probably wouldnt be in the overdue position that find yourself now, young man. Youd know better than to defy and disobey, cause youd have learned, long ago and all-too-well, the consequences. So, I guess, if this is the first for you, Space Monkey, youve got a lot to learn.
If you'd just do what I say, Daniel, this could all be avoided. But its too late now, you little Space Monkey! So, start getting used to it, cause from now on, every time you disobey, dont follow orders, you know what youre getting, and you know what to expect!
The Colonel wrenched Daniels right arm up higher and tighter against his back and into his shoulder blades, which got the young mans attention at once. He halted his combative wrestling. His movements relentlessly confined by the overwhelming, harsh force of the Colonel, Daniel lay hanging, relaxed across Jacks lap.
With the young scientist strictly restrained, Jack reached his right arm around and under Daniels waist, unfastening his belt, unsnapping and unzipping his khakis. He reached down between Daniel's legs for his khakis, tugging them down ruthlessly. Then he yanked his boxers down so that they gathered snarled with his pants around the young architects ankles and shoes.
Daniel Jackson gasped and shrieked his angry shock and protests. Wha-at?! NOOOoooooooowaaaaaay! Uh! WAAA-AAAAIT!!
Too late. Jack pulled Daniels shirttail up to his shoulders, baring his back. Then he bobbled the overturned young man across his knees, elevating his rearend into target position. He raised his right hand and brought it down swiftly, hard on Daniel's left buttock, leaving a perfect pink outline.
SMACK!
Ouch! Daniel jerked away reflexively at the first contact of Jack's hand.
SMACK!
Ow! The next smack left a matching imprint on Daniel's right buttock. Then Jack created matching sets of prints at the top of Daniel's thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He squirmed and bucked, grunts and small moans escaping from his lips.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
This had to hurt the capsized young man. Jack could see the flesh begin to turn from pink, to darker pink, to red. Daniel started to whimper as the fusillade of spanks turned his creamy skin a deep pink. He suddenly felt a familiar stinging in his eyes, and he fought back the tears. He opened his eyes and squinted from the pain biting his bottom and registering in his brain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jack did not let the soft whimpers stop him from administering a hard spanking to Daniels now glowing, red bottom. The pounding pain, and the shame and regret of his defiance and disobedience that had brought this on him, threatened to conquer Daniels resolve.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Daniel began to mumble words of protest, pleading, promising, begging, while thrusting back and forth across Jack's knees. The sting of each blow translated into a bolt of pain that shocked his throbbing rearend. His moans grew louder as Jack sped up, and the flesh of Daniel's buttocks became fiery red and hot under Jack's hand.
The Colonel intensified the speed and strength of the spanks assailing the bare backside of the overturned young archeologist.
SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK!
So far, Daniel had been relatively quiet under the Colonels pummeling punishment. His movements now became frenzied and violent. He was frantic beyond thinking or speaking clearly anymore. Jack was slapping faster and harder, stoking the fire heating up Daniels behind, pushing him closer and faster to -- then toppling over -- the edge.
Suddenly, Daniel groaned, shuddered, and with an uncontrollable release he snapped, let go, and the sobs surging up in him burst loose. He was shaking and heaving, wailing and weeping. Each successive spank to his blazing bottom nearly vaulted him over the Colonels lap -- except that the Colonel had him well-immobilized. Somewhere from years earlier, amidst his sobs and gagging gasps, came forth overflowing:
Augh-uh-uh! P-pleeez! Awaaaah-uh! Uh! Im-uh-uh! Sorreeee! Awwaaaa-uh-uh! Waaah! I didnt-uh! Oooo-uh-uh! Aawaaaa! Waaa! Awawaaah! Uh-mean-uh-it! Uh-uh! Umah-awaaa! Uh! Uh! Im-uh! sorreeeeeee! Ow-aaugh-uh! Ahwa-ah! Oooo, Jack! Uh! Pleeez! Illbegood! Aw-wa-ah-wa-waaa! Illbegood! Augh-uh! Ill-uh-uh! beeee-uh-uh-waaaa! G-gooooood-uh-waaaaaah! Ooooo-aw-uh-uh! Waaaa-uh-aaah! Uh-uh! I wont-augh! Uh-uh! d-doooo-it! Aw-aaaaaa! Uh! Uh! Aug-uh-ah-waaaa-ah! again!! Oooo-uh-wa-uh-waaaa! Uh! Uh! Waaaaah!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jack followed up with a few, measured, leisurely strokes to the tingling, scorched skin of Daniels behind, then began again to slap more swiftly. He brought his right hand up repeatedly, as it connected again and again with Daniel's overturned backside. The steady, rapid, staccato pattern intensified the smoldering, inflamed agony ignited on young Daniels bottom.
SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!
"Ohno! Ohno! Ohno! Ohno! Oweeee! Oweeee! Oweeeeee-ooooo! Stop! Ooooo! Pleezstop! Pleezstop! Nomooooor! Nooooah! Ooooo-aaaah! Mooooor! Oooo! Awaaaa! P-pleez! Stop! Stop! Stop spanking! Uh! Uh! It hurtzzzz! Yeeeowww! Soooo-baaaaaad! Aw-awga-waaaaa! Oooo-ah-noooo-ah-moooor! Pleeeez-oooooo-ah-noooo! Ahugh-uh-awaah-awaa-waaa-waaaa! Haugh-uh-uh! N-nooo-uh-uh! Ahwaaaa! Ahl-uh-be-awaaa-uh-g-goood! Haugh-uh-aw-uh-waaaaaaa! Oooo-awwga-waaa-waaaaa! Nooooooo-uh! N-nooooooooo-augh-uh-waaaa-uh! JACK! Aw-wah-uh-waa-uh-uh! Awaaaa-uh-aaaah!
Jack ceased his spanking momentarily. But this was far from over yet. Then he launched into an intensified rhythm of over 45 faster and harder spanks to the young archeologists inflamed, agonizing, squirming bottom.
Aieeyow-ow-ow-augh-uh! Awwwaaah-uh-oooo-uh-waaaaaa-uh! Uh! Aieaughah-waaah! With a violent, thrashing thrust, Daniel slumped back over Jacks lap, head now resting on the floor, exhausted from the wrestling and struggling, his branded behind beaten, his pride defeated. Jack was surprised that Daniel was so completely broken by a single spanking. The younger man could only gag and choke, urgently trying to inhale through his howling sobs. He gasped and heaved, shaking and shuddering, hanging over the Colonels legs, while his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Jack pulled Daniel up, helping him to his feet. Then the Colonel stood up along side the young archeologist. Daniel immediately doubled over, however, tromping his feet up and down, up and down, as he rubbed his hands across his fiery, hot butt. His face and eyes were red and tear-streaked, his hair disheveled. His face and mouth were strained with his loud, shocked outbursts. Things had sure worked out far different than he planned for this evening. The spanking was an added upset to the domineering visit of the Colonel.
Over and stand in that corner, Daniel, Jack barked at the young scientist.
Daniel reached down to pull up his boxers and . . .
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!!!
The Colonel fired off a round of torching spanks to Daniels flaming red, bent over bottom.
Aieeaaaghaaayoww! Uh! Uh! Aaaaeeyowaaaaah! Daniel jumped and resumed his stomping in place.
I didnt say to pull your pants back up. I said go stand in the corner. Do what I say. Leave your pants and underpants down at your ankles, and go on over to the corner by the door. Nose in the corner; hands on the wall, above your head -- until I tell you you can leave! And don't let me catch you looking around anywhere other than straight in the corner, or trying to touch your rearend. If you do, well have to have another little talk together tonight. Think you can finally just follow an order, Danny boy?!
SMAAAACK!! SMAAAAACK!! SMAAAAAACK!!!
Without waiting for an answer he administered three thunderous smacks to the younger mans already burnt, bare backside, sending Daniel leaping across the room into the corner, almost tripping over his ensnarled underwear and pants. The younger man leaned into the corner with his nose, resting his hands on his head -- still weeping.
Then the Colonel stood and lectured the back and bare behind of his young friend. Youll be fine in a few days, Daniel. You've just received an important, long-needed lesson at the same time. This is a beginning night, tonight, Danny boy. Long overdue, but still a beginning. Things are going to be different from now on -- or you know what lies in store for your behind, buddy boy.
Daniel hated what the Colonel was telling him with all the anger he could muster – but he couldn't muster much. His bottom was an ignited inferno, blazing, burning, scorching, aching beyond anything he could ever recall or imagine! And he sure didnt want to risk provoking any more! He just wanted for the torment and agony of this night to be over.
The Colonel left his young friend standing face into the corner for well over an hour. Daniel hated standing there for so long. It seemed like forever, not able even to try to calm the raging fire on his bottom with a touch or a rub. Crazy thoughts floated through mind, like wondering if he might be a prisoner of Colonel ONeil, here, forever!
After the Colonel had grown quiet for awhile, Daniel turned around to see where the dominating officer was.
What are you doing peeking around, Space Monkey? Didnt you just say you were going to do whatever I tell you? You still havent got it, have you, Danny boy? He grabbed the lanky, slender young man and pulled him away from the corner, back over towards the chair. Instantly, and simultaneously, Daniel began resisting and balking -- and bawling.
"Oooohpleeez! Pleeez! Nooooo! I didn't mean it! Ooooo-uh! Pleeez! Not again! Not more! I can't take-uh-uh! Anymooooor! Ican'ttakeit! Ican'ttakeit! Pleeeez! Pleeeez! Oooooooo-aaaa-uh! Aw-uh-awaaaaaa-uh-uh! Uh! Uh! Aw-waaaaaaaa! Uh-uh-aaahw-aawaaaaaah" He grappled and tried to twist loose from the lock of the Colonels grasp.
The overwhelming strength of the Colonel quickly subdued him, however, and once more he found himself upside down over the strong officer's lap, staring at the floor beneath the chair. His burnt behind was jutting up in the air awaiting further swats. He did not have to wait long, as the Colonel delivered another 30 stinging smacks to the recalcitrant, disobedient young mans already blistered behind.
Daniel screamed and hollered, then crumbled into unintelligible sobbing, heaving, and choking. In a few minutes, it was over, and he was back standing on unsteady feet, fighting to keep his balance while stamping and stomping from the flaming wildfire against his bottom.
"You can pull your pants back up now, Danny boy," the Colonel directed.
"Uh-uh-I-uh-uh-don't-uh-think-uh-uh-I caaan-augh-uh-uh!" he cried. "It's burning, throbbing! It hurts so baaaad!"
SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!
"Pull-em up now, Daniel -- NOW!" Colonel ONeil commanded, adding nine more spanks as an incentive to obey him.
"Oooooooooooooooaaaah-uh-uh! Oooooo-uh! KAAAAAAY!" Daniel wailed. He reached down and grabbed up his boxers and then his khaki trousers, moaning as he pulled them up on his tender seat.
"Wait right there, Daniel," the Air Force Colonel ordered.
Daniel stood standing, his head hanging down, his hands reaching around to the seat of his pants, holding his beaten bottom. He was completely humiliated and ashamed.
The Colonel walked over to him, and put his arm around the younger mans neck and shoulders. Daniel collapsed in into convulsive crying again. He reached around the strong Colonels neck with both arms, leaned his sobbing head into the Colonels chest, sobbing and sobbing. All he could speak was a broken repetition: Im uh! sorry! Uh! Uh! Im sorry, sir. Uh! Uh! Jack, uh-uh! Colonel, uh! Uh! Im-uh! sorreeeeeeeeee!
Slowly, the Colonel soothed the young archeologists weeping into softened, subdued whimpers. Just as slowly, still grasping Daniels neck and shoulders, Jack walked him across the room, down the hall, into Daniels bedroom. Untying the young mans tie, he pulled it out of Daniels collar, and helped him unbutton his shirt and take it off. Daniel gingerly finished undressing, kicking away his socks and shoes, and stood only in his boxers, once more holding his aching bottom.
Jack pulled down the blanket and sheet of Daniels bed, and then helped him gently lower himself, laying flat on his stomach in the bed. He pulled only the sheet up over Daniels feet, legs, and buttocks. Then, he shut off the light on the stand next to the bed.
Gnight, Space Monkey, Jack called.
Uh! Uh-good night, uh-s-sir, Daniel replied, still sniffling. Then the Air Force Colonel walked out of the younger mans bedroom. He heard Daniels soft, muffled sobs from the bedroom for about 20 minutes. After 45 minutes, the Colonel slowly and quietly peeked back into Dr. Daniel Jacksons bedroom, finding the young archeologist sound asleep, face in his pillow, lying on his stomach.
The Colonel shut off lights in the young archeologists house. He walked out the door, locking it behind him, and headed to his car. When he got home, he sat down, poured himself a cold beer, and thought over what he had finally accomplished with young Daniel Jackson. This young scientist will be an altogether different young man come tomorrow morning. At last, he will know what noncompliance brings. The Colonel smiled to himself a smile of satisfaction and relief from too-long a frustration over Dr. Daniel Jackson. Things would be different from now on.