The Lessons They Learned

You Have to Tell Me - Vic x Jackson (S19/GA)

A/N - ok so this is another chapter that'll start out with part of a scene in the show. It's a long intro but I'll put *** when it's the start of my actually writing. I'm only doing the whole conversation between the two of them so that way if someone hasn't seen this episode they will still understand what's happening.

Third person POV
   Jackson was furious. Vic can't just move into his home without telling him. His cleaner found all of her stuff in a closet in his house. He walked into the station with all of her bags and saw his girlfriend sitting at the front desk. "Hey," she said to him.
   "Hi," he responded.
   "Hey," she repeated nervously when she saw the bags he was carrying.
   "Merina found a bunch of these in my back closet," he said while pushing a bag onto the counter. "So I just kinda thought I'd come by and find out why there's multiple bags of yours in my back closet," he finished while plopping the other bag on the floor.
   "Cause it's super roomy," she said with a smirk. Jackson gave her a look and sighed. "Uh- right um- well it's possible that I'm maybe  somewhat living at your place."
   "At MY place?" Jackson questioned.
   "Now- yea just like in a- a habitat way," she stammered. "NOT in a relationship way," she added.
   "What does that even mean?" Jackson asked genuinely.
   "Well a relationship way is like 'where is this going?' and a habitat way is- ya know 'I lost my lease and I sleep at the station 3 nights a week anyways, so what is the difference between that and sexy sleepovers, which I know you like?'," Vic explained casually. She knew she was rambling but she wanted to convince Jackson not to be mad.
   "Ok. You do realize, though, you can't move into my apartment and not tell me, right?" Jackson asked.
   Vic looked at him like she was contemplating lying. "No?" she said innocently, but made it sound like a question. Jackson continued to look pissed. "Ok I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know this looks bad and I'm sorry and I should've said something," she said, laughing. "But it's only a few nights a week and you know I did not- I didn't think you'd find out."
   "How're you making it worse?" Jackson wondered out loud. "I um- I really like you."
   "I really like YOU," Vic responded.
   "This is just a lot," he said. "It's kinda too much, um," he added as the phone started to ring.
   "Oh you know what um," Vic started. She held her finger up for a second to signal for him to wait a minute before answering the phone to ask the caller to hold. "Uh people think there's an alien invasion so I actually have to get that," she said.
   "Ok, sure ok," Jackson said, getting a little annoyed.
   "Ok uh-," she began to add as he started walking away. "Can we talk later though?" she asked.
   "I guess- I guess we can talk later yea. I'll be at the hospital," he answered before he walked out of the station.
   "Can't wait," she called after him nervously.
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   She knew this wasn't going to end well, whether it ended in just a conversation or in a breakup. She was really nervous because of that. He seemed really angry.
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   Later that night, Vic knocked on Jackson's door. He answered quickly. "Um- hi," she said nervously.
   "Hi, Vic," Jackson said, seemingly still mad. "Uh- come on in," he added, opening the door more and motioning her to come inside. They made their way to the living room part of his apartment and sat down, him on the couch and Vic in one of the armchairs. Jackson rubbed his temples and forehead with his hand, seeming like he had a headache.
"You know Vic," he started, catching Vic off guard. "Do you understand why what you did was wrong?"
"Not entirely, no," Vic answered. "I mean, I'm here almost every single night that I don't sleep at the station, so I don't really see what the big deal is."
"The big deal is that this is MY apartment. You don't live here and you don't pay rent, you just spend the night here a couple times a week," Jackson explained. "If you had told me about your lease, I would've gladly let you move in, whether it was permanent or just until you found your own place. It's an invasion of my privacy and I don't like that. We really haven't been together all that long, Vic, and this feels like too much too soon."
Vic could feel tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said guiltily. "You're right, I should've told you and asked to move in."
"Vic, I think-" Jackson started before he was interrupted by Vic.
"Jackson please, I made a mistake. I really like you, please don't break up with me," Vic said as the tears started to pour out of her. She felt truly guilty.
"What? Vic I'm not breaking up with you," Jackson said, taking hold of her hand. "I was going to say I think that you need a consequence for this. You can stay here, but I think something has to happen, because what you did was not okay."
   Vic nodded. "What do you need me to do?" she asked.
"Well, you're not going to like it," Jackson responded. "We tried it one time as a- a thing during sex and you hated it, so I know it won't be something you enjoy." Vic's stomach dropped. She knew exactly what he was trying to say.
"You want to spank me, don't you Jackson?" Vic asked suspiciously.
"Look Vic, I just think you need it," he explained. "It's going to suck, I know. But it's the only consequence I can think of for something like this."
"Then let's do it," she said, avoiding eye contact. She got herself up and laid over Jackson's lap instinctively. Jackson hesitated but knew it had to be done. He grabbed her side and held her body close to his so she wouldn't fall off and started in on the punishment.
Vic tried her best to stay still but continuously squirmed. After a little while, he stood her up and unbuttoned her pants before standing her in the corner. "Stay here and don't rub," he said, pointing a stern finger at her as he pushed her nose into it. He left a very nervous Vic in the room as he exited. Wanting to let her squirm in anticipation for a little bit longer, he took his time as he went to retrieve the implement he was seeking out.
A few minutes later, he reentered the room and found Vic standing where he left her, her hands now on her head. He took hold of her elbow and led her back to the couch. He pulled her pants down to her ankles, taking her underwear along the way. She whined but did nothing to stop it, knowing she would just get herself into more trouble.
He pulled her back over his knee and picked up the implement he brought with him, tapping her now bare bottom with it. She twisted back to see what it was and saw a thick paddle in his hand. She reached her hands back and covered her butt. "Jackson please," she whined.
"Victoria," Jackson warned. "Move. Your. Hands. Don't make this any harder than it has to be." When she still didn't move them, he sighed and moved them himself, pinning them to the small of her back. "Well, I was only going to do one for every day you've been living here without my permission. But now that you're misbehaving and being disobedient, we're going to keep going until I think you've had enough," he said sternly.
"Jackson please! Please don't," she yelled to him, trying to get him to reconsider this. Jackson did nothing except push his knee up slightly, raising Vic's ass higher in the air. "Jackson, I-" she was cut off by the first smack to her bare bottom. She screamed in pain and writhed over his knee trying to get up. He started into a solid rhythm, much to Vic's dismay. He held her tighter than before, giving her no room for escape.
"Vic, the sooner you accept this and stop fighting it, the sooner we stop," Jackson explained while continuing to rain hard smacks on her bottom. Vic ignored him, moving her butt back and forth to try to avoid the harsh blows. "Victoria, I said stop fighting," he lectured, emphasizing each word with an even harder smack. She continued to fight against him.
He sat the paddle down next to him. "This obviously isn't getting through to you," he sighed, getting her off of his knee. He led her to the back of the couch, pushing her over and situating her bottom at the peak of the top. He quickly unbuckled and removed his belt and folded it in half.
"Jackson, no, I've learned my lesson please," Vic cried when she heard the belt whip out of the loops. She attempted to get up but he pushed her back down.
"You stay there and take your whipping, young lady," he said. "You sure as hell earned it." He didn't know what made him say these things but they got Vic's attention. She cried harder but stayed bent over like she was told. He placed his hand on her back to keep her bent over and started the onslaught of smacks to her bottom. She grabbed at the couch fabric and screamed out, pushing herself up to get off of the couch. Jackson kept his hold on her, not letting her get out of this. Although she kept fighting, it wasn't nearly as much as she had been when she was over his knee.
   Eventually, Vic laid still other than her foot coming up occasionally. Although he was conscious of this fact, Jackson continued to lay into her butt with his belt, wanting to teach her a thorough lesson. "You. Will. Tell me. When. You. Move. Into. My. Apartment. Is that. Understood. Young. Lady?" Jackson asked as he kept whipping her.
   "I understand," she sobbed. Jackson stopped the spanking and set his belt down on the couch next to his sobbing girlfriend. He gently rubbed her back.
   "Here, stand up. Slowly, that's it," he said, guiding her up from the couch.
   "I'm so sorry, Jackson," she breathed, continuing to cry. He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her head against his chest.
   "Shh, it's okay Vic," he said softly. He sat down on the couch, laying her head on his lap as he stroked her hair. Vic's sobs eventually quieted as she drifted off to sleep, thoroughly exhausted from all of her crying and fighting.