This Time Around

I was actually quite nervous when I came to the filming of Group 4 the following Saturday night. Over the course of the past few days, I had begun to feel pretty guilty for my actions. Besides the fact that Simon was going to be furious, what I had done just wasn't me. Yet, it did feel pretty good to know I'd gotten him back for what he had done.

We all took our places at the judges' table two minutes before the performances were to begin, and I felt a sense of dread fill me as I looked over at Simon's chair to find it empty.

Leaning over to Randy, I asked, "Seen Simon?"

"Nope, dawg, I haven't. He really needs to learn how to be on time for once in his life."

Everything was put on hold, and Simon finally arrived ten minutes late.

"If you can't get here on time, Cowell, just get here when you can!" Ryan yelled from the Red Room as Simon took his seat next to mine. "It's not like any of the rest of us were waiting on you or anything."

"Sod off Seacrest!" he yelled in response, obviously not amused.

Simon's bad mood only continued to worsen as the show continued on. I grimaced as I waited for Simon to give Heather Piccinni his critique.

I opened my mouth, shocked, and prepared to protest when Simon commented on Heather's ugly facial expressions when she sings. He stopped mid-sentence and looked at me, annoyance evident in his expression.

"What?" I asked him.

"I think you've spoken," he snapped, narrowing his eyes at me before returning to Heather to finish his critique.

I swallowed hard.

I backed off for the rest of the show, doing my best not to interrupt or counter Simon's critiques of the kids. His mood seemed to lighten somewhat as Jasmine sang, and I grew hopeful that his mood was taking a turn for the better.

"You're going to get a lot of votes tonight," Simon told Jasmine. "There's no doubt about it because you're seventeen, you've got a nice smile, and you've got a flower in your hair."

I grew a bit reminiscent of the time we spent together over the summer in Honolulu.

"Reminds you of back when we were in Hawaii," I stated sweetly, smiling as I waited for a response.

He turned to look at me, his eyes cold.

"No it doesn't."

I did my best to giggle and play it off, but truthfully, his cold remark hurt me.

After we finished filming, Simon promptly stormed off, not saying a word to either Randy or I. I watched him disappear around the corner, heading towards his dressing room and I shook my head.

Oh God, what have I done?

I tiptoed quietly by his dressing room and leaned my head in softly against the door, listening to see if he was still inside. I heard no movements, and just as I was about to walk away, the door opened, and I stumbled inside. Simon grabbed me and slammed the door shut; pushing me against the back of the door as his mouth passionately came down on mine. I whimpered as his tongue invaded my mouth, devouring me hungrily, as his hands explored my curves. I hated that it felt so good, so right, when Simon's mouth was on mine.

"You don't think you're going to give me blue balls and then not get some sort of retaliation from me, do you Pawler?" Simon drawled, as he pulled back to look at me. He took my hand and moved towards the couch, where he sat down and pulled me over his knee.

"Now let's see. How many licks do you think you deserve for this?"

I only whimpered in response as his hand came down on my behind, playfully spanking me, which caused my panties, in turn, to become increasingly wet with every lick.

"I do have to say I'm pretty impressed. I never knew Paula Abdul could be such a little vixen," Simon smirked as he turned me over so that I was now seated in his lap. "You did a pretty good job of teaching me a lesson. But now it's time for me to teach you one."