Loki Helps Out

by Loki Renard

Something was missing when Loki woke up. Something she’d been carrying for weeks. At first, she didn’t know what it was. For a while, she thought it might just be her ability to sit she was missing, as sitting was definitely out of the question. Her bottom was beyond sore, it ached with every breath she took.

The memory of being dragged over Callie’s lap and ruthlessly spanked until she could do nothing but cry quickly hit her through her sleep haze, followed by the stark contrast of the older woman’s comforting embrace and tragic story of how she came to be in the Bucket. Pain, pity and sadness rocketed through Loki before resolving themselves into a strange absence of feeling, a feeling Loki would later come to call ‘the numbness of the well behaved’.

She faced the wall, listening to the quiet sounds of Callie getting up and getting ready. Instead of leaping up and preparing for breakfast as was her usual wont, Loki stayed down in bed, not letting on that she was even awake. The idea of meeting Callie’s eyes again made her stomach quiver.

When the cell doors unlocked, Callie was on her way, leaving Loki to lay on her tummy and consider her situation with the kind of perspective only a woman with a very sore behind can appreciate.

“Loki, you in one piece?”

Loki shuffled around in bed to see C.O. Henderson standing by the cell door, looking mildly concerned.

“Yes Ma’am, I am okay,” Loki replied politely.

Henderson’s jaw dropped. “Well I never, you can beat manners into a girl,” she mused aloud.

Loki blushed, but did not reply.

“And no sassy comeback. Are you sure you are okay?” The guard seemed more worried now as she entered the cell.

“Yes Ma’am,” Loki replied quietly.

Henderson frowned, looking genuinely concerned. “May I inspect the damage?”

Ordinarily, Loki would have told C.O. Henderson to go and fuck herself. But that day she nodded meekly and allowed the guard to draw down the blanket and take a gander at her very, very well spanked bottom.

“Okay,” Henderson said noncommittally, replacing the blanket after a moment or two’s inspection. “Do you want some breakfast?”

Loki shook her head quickly. “I don’t want to… er… go…because of..”

Henderson nodded, understanding. “Yeah, I’ll have some sent up.”

“Thank you Ma’am,” Loki said gratefully.

Henderson cracked a smile. “You’re welcome. I like the new attitude, it suits you.”

Loki found herself glowing with pleasure at the compliment. Praise had been rare in her world for quite some time. It surprised her to find that it felt good to be praised, even if it was by a screw like Henderson. She settled down to wait for breakfast, which she was now very much looking forward to. Getting the hell beat out of her ass had really sparked her appetite.

Her breakfast arrived, to her horror, in Callie’s hands.

“Oh god,” Loki muttered, torn between desires to hide under the blankets and burst into self-immolating flames. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would ask you to…”

Callie waved away her concerns as she delivered a tray containing scrambled eggs, toast and orange juice to her bed side. “Save it, fish, it’s okay.”

“Thank you,” Loki said politely.

“You’re welcome,” Callie smiled. “Feeling a little sore today?”

Loki nodded shamefacedly. “Yes Ma’am.”

“Ma’am? Damn fish, you’re going to make people think I beat the hell out of you,” Callie joked.

“I am sorry,” Loki apologized. “I am sorry I’ve been such a pain to you.”

“… or given you a lobotomy,” Callie marveled. “Is this another switch? What have you done with the real Loki?”

Loki didn’t know what had happened to her. She knew she was supposed to be dealing out attitude like hotdogs at an orgy, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It wasn’t fear that stopped her, rather an absence of desire.

Callie sat down on her bunk and looked at Loki. “Are you okay?”

Loki nodded as she pushed her watery scrambled eggs around the plastic tray. “I am okay.”

“Good.” Callie swung her legs around and laid down on her bunk, assuming her familiar position looking at the ceiling whist Loki picked at her breakfast.

“I really am sorry,” Loki said again after a time.

Callie glanced over at her. “Is this about the spanking, or…” she left the question hanging in the air.

“It’s about everything. You gave me protection and I rewarded by giving you hell. I’m sorry I’m such a cunt.”

Callie frowned. “Cut the language, fish.”

“Why?” Loki said miserably. “If the hat fits.”

“Cunts aren’t hats. They’re lovely.”

Loki found herself giggling like a kid in sex-ed class. “Okay, I’m sorry I’m a festering butt-hole.”

Callie managed a snort of laughter. “Don’t beat yourself up, fish, you had a lesson to learn and hopefully you learned it.”

Loki blushed again. She hadn’t felt this way after any of the other spankings. After the others she’d felt more rebellious and angry than ever, but for some reason, today she didn’t feel angry at all. She felt very calm and very quiet. Could it be because Callie had spanked her so incredibly hard? Loki shuddered at the idea that being thrashed that hard was what she needed to behave like a normal human being. She resolved then and there that she would make it up to Callie somehow.

Loki’s significant change in demeanor lasted quite some time, a full three days at least, and it didn’t break without outside interference.

“Lee,” C.O Henderson beckoned Callie over to the door of the cell on her way on rounds.

“Hey,” Callie got off her bunk to greet Henderson.

“Is she back up to speed yet?” Henderson lowered her voice as she nodded toward Loki, who was laying on her tummy on her bed with a text book and some sheets of paper.

“Depends what you mean,” Callie replied in the same lowered tones. “She’s been good.”

“That’s what I was afraid of, keep an eye on her, would you?”

Glancing over at Loki, Callie shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. I reckon she’s learned her lesson.”

Henderson shook her head. “Don’t fall for that. She’ll be up to something. You know she signed up for kitchen and cleaning duties?”

Callie snorted. “Well if she is, I’ll handle it. ”

“Good. That little stunt the other day added six months to her sentence, and believe you me, she doesn’t need any more time.”

“Nobody needs more time,” Callie agreed, wondering what Henderson knew that she didn’t.

When Henderson departed, she took herself over to Loki’s bed. “What’cha doing, fish?”

Loki looked up, surprised that Callie was taking an interest. “Studying,” she replied simply.

“Studying what?” Callie pressed the question further.

“Just a little chemistry,” Loki replied innocently.

“Chemistry.”

“Yeah, chemistry. Atoms ‘n shit.” Loki clarified.

“Good, about time you started doing something that’ll help you on the outside,” Callie said approvingly. Loki merely smiled pleasantly and went back to her studies. Callie retired to her own bunk and thought about what Henderson had said. She was probably just being paranoid. Screws tended to get down on inmates. Loki had been nothing but polite lately and if she wanted to do a little work around the place, what was wrong with that?

The bell rang for exercise, and Callie and Loki made their way out to the iron pile. Loki had agreed to start lifting weights with Callie after all, and she was doing fairly well, she’d spent the last three days working out on the weights without complaining or acting up like a brat. That day was no exception, Loki spent the entire hour working out assiduously and when the hour was over, she went straight from the exercise yard to her work on the prison cleaning crew. It was late afternoon before Callie saw her again.

“Hey fish,” Callie greeted Loki as she traipsed into the cell, looking tired.

“Hey,” Loki smiled wanly and collapsed face first onto her bed. “So… tired…” she groaned, shifting to make herself more comfortable.

As she shifted, a small clear plastic bottle worked its way out of her waistband and rolled off the bunk, hitting the floor with an ominous ‘plunk’ sound. Loki made a grab for it, but Callie was on it in a flash. “What’s this, fish?” she asked, unscrewing the top of the bottle. The unmistakable odor of ammonia assailed her nostrils instantly, and she capped the bottle again.

“What’s this for?” she asked calmly.

“Cleaning?” Loki was lucky she phrased the response as a question. It put it on the gray line between an outright lie and a lie by omission.

Callie shook her head as she crouched down in front of Loki. They were now at the same height and Loki could no longer hide the guilty look in her eyes, nor the flushing of her cheeks.

“Try again,” she said, her voice dangerously soft.

“Uhm…” Loki replied.

Callie shook the bottle in front of her. “One last chance, fish.”

Loki took a deep breath and told the truth. “Okay, I’m storing it up to make a little… incendiary device. I want out of here, Callie.”

Callie stood up with her heart pounding, uncapped the bottle and took it into the little bathroom, where she emptied it down the toilet. As she flushed it, she breathed silent thanks to Henderson. If the guard hadn’t told her to keep her eyes open, she might have let the cleaning story slide. She might not have even bothered to check the bottle out.

Leaning against the wall, Callie made a conscious effort to calm herself. What Loki had planned to do would have been enough to double her sentence, not to mention potentially kill people. Callie had heard of the home made bombs before, but nobody she knew was stupid enough to actually try making them. Nobody except Loki.

When Callie emerged, Loki was standing next to her bunk looking thoroughly nervous.

“Callie…” she said.

“Save it fish. Get your ass over here,” Callie beckoned, sitting down on her bunk.

Loki shook her head. “Please, no, please don’t.”

Callie’s look hardened. “Do you know what you could have done? Ended up in here forever, for starters. Get your ass over here. Now.”

With a whimper, Loki obeyed. Callie wasted no time in pulling the fish over her lap and pulling her pants and panties off. She wouldn’t be needing them for a while. “Please Callie, don’t…” Loki begged as she wriggled half naked over Callie’s lap.

“Fish, you are going to learn one way or another that you can’t get away with that shit. I don’t need to tell you how lucky you are the screws didn’t find that, do I?” Callie lectured, looking around the room for something.

“But they wouldn’t have, I would have gotten away with it,” Loki protested, squirming her still lightly bruised cheeks over Callie’s lap.

“You never get away with anything,” Callie pointed out, finding what she was looking for. It would hurt like hell, but Loki had actually scared her this time. Her sass was one thing, like her stories. Those were just bratty little infractions that she needed her ass beat for, but they weren’t scary. This latest stunt was terrifying. If she’d managed to get away with it long enough to actually try something, the consequences would have been life changing, not to mention potentially life ending.

“Callie, please, I’ve been good…” Loki’s voice cracked as she begged Callie for leniency.

Callie shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you fish? You could have gotten yourself killed. You could have gotten a bunch of us killed.” Her face was grim as she looped the plug end of a removed jug cord around her hand, leaving a double layer of plastic flex sticking out a good six inches.

“But I’m so sore,” Loki whimpered. “And I wasn’t trying to be bad. I would have taken you with me!”

It was difficult not to smile at Loki’s sweet intentions, but she’d gone too far. Far, too far. Callie wrapped her arm securely around the brat’s waist and lifted her knee to position Loki’s backside better.

“Fish, there are some systems you can’t beat. There are some systems that ain’t worth beating.”

Before Loki could reply, Callie whipped the cord down across Loki’s cheeks, making her squeal in pain.

“Callie! Please!” Loki begged as she writhed over Callie’s lap.

Callie was resolute however. Even though the fish didn’t understand why she was in so much trouble, she’d learn that Callie wasn’t going to give her any leeway with the rules. She worked the cable around Loki’s quickly reddened cheeks with hard swats, noting the way several of them caused welts almost instantly.

Loki quickly broke down into tears, sobbing over Callie’s lap in a mix of pain and hurt. It wasn’t a long spanking. It didn’t have to be. The fish was still very sore from her previous spanking, and the overlaying of welts to an already sore bottom pushed Loki to the limits of what she could take, judging by her howls of pain and frantic wriggling.

Callie kept her in place after the spanking was finished, holding her face down over her lap until her struggles subsided.

“Listen fish, you can’t pull shit like that. It is dangerous,” Callie explained when Loki stopped crying long enough to be able to hear anything.

“I was trying to be good,” Loki sniffled.

Callie smiled as she lifted Loki up to cuddle her. “Your idea of being good is blowing things up?” she murmured in Loki’s ear, keeping her voice low so that no guards or lurkers would overhear her.

In spite of her pain and sadness, Loki giggled through her tears.

“You are such a brat,” Callie shook her head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Beat me until I die probably,” came the pitiful sniffled reply.

Callie snorted. “Fish, the time you’re over my lap is the safest part of your day.”

 

The End

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