Part of the Skyy mini series. When Brian's younger brother, Nathan, joins the crew, Skyy finds herself in trouble again. The guys weren't too happy when they walked in on the two teenagers getting all touchy-feely with each other.
Skyy Meets Nathan
by Breanna Carter
I was going through attention withdrawals. Does that make sense? Mike wasn't paying a bit of attention to me anymore, but instead he was out flirting with other girls, girls older than me, and Scott was doing about the same. At least I still had Brian to talk to, the shy quiet one. I mean, he and I talked a little, and he was so devoted to his girlfriend, he wouldn't even think about looking at another girl, well, except me, but you know what I mean. Although it was fun to talk to Brian, I still felt lonely, cause Brian just wasn't Mike. He wasn't funloving and didn't hang around me all that much. That's why I was ecstatic when Brian told me that his younger brother was going to hang out with us for a while. We were stopping by Brian's hometown and he had promised Nathan, his brother, that he could hang out with the band and get to ride on the bus and everything.
Now, Nate, he was a couple of years younger than me, and as far as I knew, he could be as immature as some of the kids that I knew who went to the junior high back where I was from. But I was definitely going to give him a chance and hope that he didn't have a girlfriend so he and I could get a little closer than just friends. I kept my fingers crossed that he was a Mike Jr.
The day that I met Nathan, I was really excited. We had been on the bus for a good six hours or so and everyone was getting irritable because they were all hungry. We had basically gotten sick of our stash of pringles and Snickers bars. I was in the mood for a burger, but it seemed to be only me. I think everyone else was just ready to go to sleep without having to worry about falling off of their bed from a sharp turn. I was good though.
We finally stopped at a restuarant where I instantly recognized Nathan. He had the same kind of figure as his brother, the same color hair and definitely the same eyes. He was wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt that said "EMO kid." I giggled a bit because I thought it was so adorable. He walked slowly towards us, letting out a slight grin. "Hey there, little man," Mike said, playfully punching him.
"Heya," Nate said, grinning the same adorable smile that Brian had. I could tell that he was going to be my type of guy.
Brian gave him a slight hug then introduced us all, me being last, of course. "This is Skyy, Scott's little sis," he said. I shook Nathan's hand, he grinning and me blushing furiously because he was just so darn cute.
We all walked into the restuarant together and ordered our food then talked over dinner. I found out that Nathan was 13, going on 14, he and his mom were getting along great, he passed school with decent grades, and his alltime favorite band was KoRn. I found it easy to be quiet while he was talking, and while everyone else was, I guess mostly cause I finally got that burger I wanted.
That night we stayed at a hotel and I got a room all by myself because I'm special like that. I was excited because it was the first time that I had gotten to stay in a room by myself. Usually I shared a room with Scott, sometimes with him and another guy. But this time he got me my very own room. I picked with him a little, saying that I was going to jump on the bed and listen to my music loudly, and Mike said that it Scott would do it too, cause he always liked to jump on the bed in his underwear. I asked Mike if he jumped on the bed in his underwear, too, and he said that he jumped on the bed naked. I giggled and left it at that.
Nathan and I went down to the pool for a little while just to talk and cause he didn't want to go by himself and nobody else offered.
"I feel like I've been talking all night and you haven't said a word," he told me, taking off his shirt and jumping into the water.
I shrugged. "I guess I don't have much to say," I said, sitting down with my feet in the water. He went under water and came back up, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.
"Well, I know you're name is Skyy, and you're 15, but uh, that's about all I know. Oh, and you're Scott's little sis."
I blushed. "That's about all there is to me," I said.
"Nahh," he answered, swimming closer to me then going back underwater and blowing some bubbles. He floated on his back for a moment. "You and your brother close?" he asked.
I thought about the incident on the first concert that we went to. If that's what you call close... "Yeah, I guess."
"That's awesome. Me and Brian are kinda close, but you know," he said, shrugging. "Brian's more like my dad, really quiet and reserved, and I'm more like my mom, outgoing and the class clown."
I nodded. "Scott and I are basically the same."
He smiled. "You're pretty," he said suddenly.
I knew I blushed like crazy when he said that. "Uhm, thanks..." I replied, unsure of how to answer such a statement.
It was his turn to blush. "Sorry, that was completely random. I mean, lots of girls think your brother is hott, and I was basically saying that's how you guys were alike..."
I nodded. "Well, you're a cutie yourself." I grinned and so did he. He swam around a little more, finally talking me into swimming around with him. It felt kind of weird, seeing as he was only 13, and I was 15, but I didn't let it bother me too much. He was actually turning into that guy that I hoped he'd be. We swam around, just talking and goofing around until we were kicked out at midnight, when the pool closed. We both wobbled back to our rooms, shivering from going from the warm water to the airconditioned hotel room.
"Goodnight, Skyy," Nate said, staring into my eyes.
I smiled. "Night, Nate."
*****
The next morning I arose happily to the loud banging on my door and Mike's ever so cheerful voice telling me to wake up sleepyhead. I also heard Scott say that he knew they shouldn't have given me a room to myself. That made me smile and want to annoy them more, so I just lay in bed, thinking about Nathan for a few minutes until their banging got on my nerves. I stomped to the door and said, "Jesus, don't you guys know how to keep it down when one's trying to sleep?"
Mike rolled his eyes in a girlish way and opened the door farther, walking past me and bringing Scott with him.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked, irritated.
"We're invading your room, mwahahahaha," Mike said, plopping down on my bed and flipping the tv on.
I glanced at my brother. He just shrugged and sat next to Mike, watching whatever show was on MTV showing half naked girls jumping around. "What's the plan for the day?" I asked.
Mike was too enthralled into the television show to answer me so Scott went for it. "We've got a band practice in a couple of hours. Nathan wants to go, so I figured that you probably did, too."
I blushed.
"I mean, so he wouldn't be alone. Besides, I wasn't too keen on the idea of you staying here alone."
I rolled my eyes. "Awwies, Scottsy, you know I can be alone. I'm a big girl."
Scott grinned. "So that means you're going to go with us?"
I nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't miss out on the chance to see my big brother practicing his guitar with his super cool friends."
"Right..."
We all stared at the tv for a moment until Mike finally decided to get up. "Mmmk, you can get dressed now, Shorty. We'll leave ya alone. See ya at the bus in 30? We're going to eat before practice."
I nodded and practically shoved them out of the room. I took a quick shower then dressed in my favorite pair of pants and one of the band T-shirts then tied my shoes frantically and ran out of the door. The guys all congregated outside of the bus. They must've been waiting for me.
"I'm here!" I shouted.
Mike grinned widely and Nathan tackled me in a hug. "It's the Skyy!" he said, hugging me tightly.
"Yes," I said, nodding then following everyone onto the bus.
We had a fun lunch, Nathan, Mike, and I getting into a bit of a food fight while Brian and Scott just laughed at us. We finally stopped when Francis pointed out that we could get kicked out of the restuarant for that. We looked around and saw some people staring at us and decided to stop. That didn't keep me from tickling Nathan. He was so adorable when he sqeaked and bounced up in his chair. By the end of the meal, Mike and Scott were tickling him, too.
After lunch we drove to the venue. It was approaching 4:00. We parked in the huge parking lot and went inside, Nathan and I sitting down on the floor in front of the stage. We played around for a little while, giggling and poking one another. Finally we settled down and listened to our brother's do what they did best, play music. It was really calming and relaxing and they were so good, it made me proud of my older brother who had worked so hard to accomplish what he was doing.
"Hey," Nathan whispered in my ear, "I'm going to go to the bus for a few minutes. I'll be back in a little while."
I nodded, wanting to follow him, but not really going to since I knew there was a reason he was going by himself or he would have asked me to join him. So I sat there alone for a few minutes, absorbing myself into the music until they stopped and hopped off stage, drinking some water. They all sat around the bar for a little while and I sat against the wall, watching them, bored out of my mind. I finally joined them and they talked to me about how they were going to go to a bar down the street for a little while to kill time before the show and asked if I'd be okay with Nathan and I just kind of shrugged, still hating the fact that I was losing their attention. They told me that they'd be back before too much longer because they all still had to take a shower and everything. I nodded and stalked off to the bus.
When I got inside I came across something that I wasn't intending to see. Yes, I was expecting to see Nathan, but not him going through his brother's stuff, coming out with a few twenty dollar bills. He jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the roof.
"Oh man, Skyy, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were..."
"What are you doing?" I asked, shutting the door behind me.
"Er," he says, a bit intimidated by my sudden angry appearance. He put the money down and says, "I was just looking..." He crawled back on the bed a little.
"You were taking Brian's money?" I asked, a little shocked myself.
"Er, kinda," he answered. "But I was going to give it all back. Please don't tell him," he begged. He was so adorable I couldn't resist it. I hopped onto the bed next to him.
"You know, taking your brother's money like that is really naughty," I said in a provocative voice.
He grinned. "I know, Skyy. I'm sorry," he said, putting on his best puppy face.
I sighed. "I know, Nathan. Just put the money back, okay?"
He seemed a bit disappointed, but I really wasn't in the mood for any type of playing like that, especially since I had just gotten spanked a few weeks before and that was still fresh in my mind. He said nothing, just put the money back and laid on the bed.
"What'd you want it for anyway?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just wanted it and I figured he had some to spare." He stared at the ceiling and I laid down next to him.
"The guys are all gone to some stupid bar."
He nodded. "Figures," he said. He rolled over and faced me, putting his fingertips to my face. We looked into each other's eyes for a minute. "How far have you gone?" he asked suddenly.
I nearly jumped. "Excuse me?" I said. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear...
He blushed. "Nevermind."
"How far have I gone? Like, with a guy?"
He nodded, face still beat red.
I let out a nervous laugh. "Uhm, well... I dunno..."
There was an uneasy silence and all of a sudden he kissed me. I was a bit surprised at this, too, but I didn't fight. I didn't even fight when he went farther than I wanted, slipping his shirt over his head, and mine too. It all seemed to move in slow motion and I felt a little drunk, but maybe that was because my heart was pounding inside my chest so much that I could barely breathe. He seemed to know what he was doing and I just followed along, not protesting because I felt like it was the thing that I wanted to do, too. That is, until all of my clothes were piled up with his and we lay there together, his arm around me, kissing my forehead gently. We looked into each other's eyes again, wondering if this is what we wanted, and I didn't know if he did, because I didn't know him that well. He began to do some stuff that didn't bother me too much. Actually I kinda liked it. Kinda liked it until I heard the door slam and someone exclaim, "What the FUCK?!?!?!?!"
Nathan and I both jumped a good five feet in the air. I noticed Brian standing near us, the look of utter shock on his face. It would have been funny if it wasn't me, if it was in a movie or something. Both of us blushed and I covered myself up with the sheet. Brian turned around a little so Nathan could grab his boxers and pants and put them back on. I heard him mutter, "oh my God," while he was turned around and I just kind of sat there, not doing much of anything, still scared to death because we were caught. Brian stood breathing, Nathan stood there in only his jeans, and I sat on the bed, sheet wrapped around me. We stayed like that for what seemed like minutes. Finally Brian turned back around. "Nathan, come with me." He looked at me. "Get dressed." I nodded as Nate followed Brian towards the front of the bus, shutting the door behind them. I hurried and put my clothes on, my body shaking all over with fear of what would happen. I put on my socks and shoes last and opened the door, finding myself in the same room as Nate and Brian. Brian was sitting down, head in hands and Nate sat near him, a not-so-frightened look on his face. "I knew you guys got along," Brian began, "but I didn't know that... Oh God." He looked up. "Sit," he commanded and I did as I was told. "You two stay right there and I'll be right back," he ordered, glaring at each of us. We were a good distance apart so I guess he figured that he could trust us for the couple of minutes he was gone.
"Oh man," I said.
"It's okay," Nathan said. "It'll be okay.." I could see him shaking too and I wondered if he was convincing me or himself.
"I'm so embarassed," I muttered, blushing once more.
"Me too." He looked down at his feet and I looked at mine. We sat like that for a while. My heart was thumping harder and harder with each minute that passed. One part of me wished Brian would hurry, the other wanted me to take his time. The anticipation was killing me, but I really didn't want to have to put up with the embarassment again...
We heard the loud footsteps enter the bus again and both looked up. This time it wasn't just Brian, but Scott, too. I couldn't look into his eyes.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Brian looked at me. "Care to explain, Skyy?"
I gulped. "Uh well... no, not really." I knew he was glaring at me before I looked up and saw it. "Well, uh... see... Nate and I were kind of... fooling around," I stammered.
Scott raised his eyebrows. "Fooling around like how?"
"Uhmmmmmm," I looked at Nate, hoping he'd have a better answer than I did. He didn't. He didn't look up from his shoes. "Like... sexually..." I muttered, blushing and looking at my own shoes, not because they were more interesting than the look on Scott's face, but because I didn't want to see the look on Scott's face.
"I walked on the bus and they were laying in the bed, and their clothes were laying beside them," Brian explained.
Scott approached me and lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked at him in the eyes, not wanting to break down and cry in front of Nathan and Brian. "Is that true?" he asked solemnly.
"Yes," I said hoarsely. He let go of my chin and walked away. He paced back and forth, causing my anxiety to increase.
Finally he looked at Brian. "I can only think of one way how to handle this," he said.
Oh man, I thought. I didn't want them to separate Nathan and me.. we had become too close..
Brian nodded. "Nathan, you know what would've happened to me if Mom or Dad would've caught me doing that when I was 13."
"I'm almost 14," he said.
"Even if I was 14, they would've done the same thing."
"But you're not Mom or Dad," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not Mom or Dad, but I think that what they would do is what I should do."
Nathan gulped, still staring at his shoes.
Scott nodded. "And I will do the same because I have the feeling that the same would have happened to Skyy if our parents caught her."
I couldn't think of anything put separating us forever. I hated this feeling, my leg was thumping and I was so nervous.
"I'll take Nathan first and you take Skyy first," Scott said. Brian nodded and it was then that it hit me what was about to happen.
"No," I nearly screamed. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to...?"
Scott looked at me with that same stern look on his face. "Yeah, we are," he answered.
"Oh man, no... please..." I blushed again, not wanting this to happen. It was bad enough being spanked in private by my older brother, much less in front of a guy I had a huge crush on by HIS older brother.
"Yes, Skyy. The more you resist, the harder it'll be on you."
I almost started crying again, but had to hold it back. I glanced up at Nathan who was no longer staring at his shoes. He didn't seem as scared as I felt, but sometimes guys have better ways of hiding their true feelings...
"Who's first?" Brian asked.
I looked towards Nathan whom I knew wouldn't have minded, but I decided to speak up. "I will," I said softly.
They nodded. "Okay then, pants down and over my lap."
I blushed again.
"No need to blush," Scott said, "everyone in this room has seen everything before."
That made me blush even more and I stood up to walk towards Brian. I looked at him. He was that same adorable little quiet guy that I had been scared of walking in on my last spanking, and now he was the one spanking me. I didn't like the idea of that. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, watching Nathan as he did the same. Finally, I pushed them there and bent over Brian's lap, closing my eyes tightly. There was a little silence, or maybe I just couldn't hear anything because of my pounding heart. I then felt Brian's fingers between tug at my panties and before I knew it they were down to my knees. The slight breeze on my bare bottom caused me to shudder a little. Especially since I knew that it would be a matter of seconds before it was warm and aching. I was so nervous and still embarassed...
SMAACK!!!
The first spank took me very much by surprised and I cried out. When Scott had spanked me the first time, it was over my panties and by the time it was on the bare, I had almost gotten used to the pain that was being inflicted upon me. But with Brian, it began on my barebottom and I had actually forgotten how much it stung.
I made sure that my hands were placed firmly on the floor. I didn't want to take the chance of moving my hands back because it seemed as if Brian knew more of what he was doing than Scott. But I could be wrong.
The next set of smacks were hard and fast, and I lost count after five. I began twitching and moving around, trying to avoid him hitting the same spots over and over, but it didn't help any, just caused him to have a tighter grip on me. I felt so ashamed and embarassed because I knew that my older brother and Nathan were watching me, not to mention that Brian was the one doing the spanking. His spanks got harder and faster and after a while it felt almost unbearable that I just had to cry and I was bawling like a baby, begging and pleading for him to stop, promising that I wouldn't do it again. He gave me three final smacks, causing me to cry out the most then rested his hand on my throbbing bottom. I cried a little longer, trying to regain myself. I was about ten times more embarassed at this point, but finally I stopped crying and Brian instructed me to stand up. I lifted my panties but left my pants on the floor. "Have a seat," he said. I did as I was told, taking my former seat after wobbling painfully over towards the spot. It took much effort to sit down as my bottom stung. I looked towards Scott who was now bidding Nathan to come towards him. I wiped my eyes and sniffled, kind of scared to watch him get spanked, but I knew that was part of our punishment as well.
To be continued...
16 October 2003
15 October 2003
Story: First Concert
The first story in the Skyy mini series. Skyylar is spending the summer with her somewhat over-protective rockstar older brother. During the first concert, he catches her smoking a cigarette and soon she's promising never to smoke again.
First Concert
by Breanna Carter
I rolled my eyes as my mother kissed me on the forehead. I was really pissed off at her, mostly because she ruined my summer by making me stay with my brother, but I couldn't let her know that I was really excited about it. My brother was a 23 year old rock star, well, not a star yet, but he was getting there, and this summer he was going on tour and that excited me greatly. I could go to every concert in tons of cities, get to travel a lot, and meet tons of cute guys. I was ecstatic. But I couldn't let my mom know that. I had to remind her that she was ruining my summer so she could go on some stupid trip to Australia. Noooo, I couldn't go with her to Australia to ruin my summer, I had to spend all of my time with stupid Scott.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and gave my mom one last grin as I turned around towards my older brother. His brown hair covered his baby blue eyes and he was towering over me, being a good 6 inches taller than I. I looked up at him and he smirked a bit, showing off his dimples that all the girls fell for. I followed him to his car with each of us waving goodbye to our mother. It would be the beginning of a great summer, I knew that, even if I wouldn't admit it.
"So what's the plan?" I ask Scott as he drives me to his small apartment.
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow afternoon to begin the tour."
I loved how it was tomorrow afternoon instead of morning... that was definitely a band full of lazy guys. "Very awesome," I replied. "Where all are we going?"
"Tons of places. You'll love it. It'll be fun."
I nodded. "Even awesomer."
We pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and I lugged my bags inside, sitting them on the couch then plopping down next to them in front of the tv with Scott close by. We sat there nearly all night, glued to the television, with the exception of moving when the pizza we ordered came. He was allowed to order pizza everynight and I envied him for it. I couldn't wait til I got to be a semi-rockstar. It was going to be awesome.
The next afternoon the two of us woke around one by a loud banging on our door.
"Wake up, dammit," the voice said, pounding and pounding.
"Go awayyyyy," I moaned at the familiar voice of Mike, one of the members in Scott's band. He was so sexy though, I didn't mind waking up to him in the morning. I guess that's probably why it was I who answered the door instead of Scott.
So there I was in my pajamas, basically crawling to the door cause I was so sleepy. I opened it and yawned, seeing Mike standing there with his hat on at an angle and a wide grin on his face. "Well hello there, Sleeping Beauty," he said, ruffling my hair and tackling me in a hug, causing me to blush. "Where's your bubba?" He always called Scott that while I was around. Either Bubba or Scottsy Wottsy. Did I mention that Mike was the cutest thing on the planet?
I poked my bottom lip out and pointed towards Scott's room, putting on my best puppy face. "You woked us up."
"Awwies," he said, slamming the door behind him and hugging my head, just my head. I groaned and pushed him a way, grinning a bit and blushing.
"Oh Scottsy Wottsy," Mike called. He walked towards Scott's room then hopped on his bed jumping up and down. "We're going on tour today, Sunshine. You gots to get up."
I chewed on my fingernail as I watched Scott's pitiful attempt to make Mike go away. Finally after he realized it was futile, he rolled over and said, "fine, I'm up."
*****
It was the first concert of the tour and I was ecstatic as hell. I had heard my brother in plenty of concerts before, but I felt so free. "No smoking," he reminded me for the 500th time as we approached the venue, "no drinking, no drugs, no..."
"Stripping, no sex, no fighting. Yeah Scott, I get it by now." I was glad that Mike wasn't around to hear me being lectured like a five year old kid.
"I just worry about you little sister. And be careful in the mosh pits, cause if you get hurt, I'm going to beat somebody up and I don't want to go to jail, k?"
I grinned. "No problem, Scottsy Wottsy."
He rolled his eyes. I had picked up on Mike's nickname for him the day that we left and I wouldn't stop caling him that. He hated it when I did. That's why I still used that name. I knew he didn't like it.
The bus parked and I was nearly tackled with a very enthusiatic Mike. He was bouncing up and down, completely and utterly giddy.
I raised my eyebrows. "You okay?"
"No, he's not," Francis said. Francis was one guy that I didn't know too well cause he was so damn quiet, but when you got him to talk, he was funny as hell. "He needs some fucking ADD medication..."
I smiled. I was sure by this time that everyone in the band knew of my infatuation for the bassist. It didn't bother me any, though. It wasn't like there was anything between us, or there would be for that matter...
The next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the bus by Mike. He had taken it upon himself to jump out dragging Scott and me with him. Scott just laughed a bit, calling Mike every obscenity in the book, but Mike didn't seem to care, he just wanted to run around for a little while. So we did just that. We ran up to the large crowd in front of the venue and said weird things to the people, bad stuff about the band, insulting them for wasting their money, stuff like that. Most of them hadn't the slightest clue that Mike and Scott were actually in the band... I rolled my eyes at them as they left me once again, telling the guy at the door that I was with them, seeing as I had one of their passes and all and the guy couldn't have figured it out himself. I went inside the venue and stood close to the stage, feeling slightly out of place. I didn't know anyone and it was really weird.
I got bored after a while because the only people there had at least one other person with them. I didn't have long to fret over it though, because soon enough, a band came on and started playing. They sucked, but at least it was something that I could mosh to. I felt Scott watching over me, although he wasn't currently present. It was cool though, feeling so protected.
After the first band I met my first friend. "That band sucked," the guy said, wiping the sweat from his face.
I turned around and smiled a bit. "You moshed enough for them to be such a crappy band," I replied.
"That's cause moshing is fun. Why, do you like them?"
I shrugged. "Not really," I said, walking closer towards them. "But I like moshing. I'll mosh to just about anything."
"Awesome. What about crowd surfing?"
"It's the greatest."
He nodded and pulled out a cigarette. "Where you from?" he asked.
"Far away from here. I'm with the band."
"Which one?"
I rolled my eyes. "The best one here."
"Oh!" he exclaimed happily, then kinda breathed out. "You mean, From Autumn To Ashes?"
I nodded and walked a little towards the wall where I could sit down for a minute until the next band came up. "I'm Jesse, by the way," he said, following me.
"Skyy," I said, "like the vodka."
He chuckled a little. "That's an awesome name."
I nodded.
"So how are you with the band."
"My brother is the guitarist."
I had this guy wrapped around my finger already. He was super impressed and asked me all these questions. Personally, I didn't see it as that big of a deal, seeing as my brother's band wasn't that big at all, but you know, he thought it was nifty and all. I didn't mind getting the attention. In fact, I was happy to have someone to talk to.
We talked during the next band and moshed together, and between bands we talked even more, finding ourselves having tons in common. I started getting really nervous about the time I saw Scott appear on stage. I knew how tense he could get during a concert sometimes, and I knew that he was probably shaking like crazy already. He looked up amongst the crowd and I caught his eye for a minute and waved to him. He grinned at me, throwing the rock on sign out into the crowd. I smiled then looked towards Jesse as if saying, "told ya."
The show itself was awesome. I admit that my brother's band is one of my favorite, and I knew all of the words to most of the songs, and if I didn't know the words, it didn't matter because I was moshing, or crowd surfing, or doing something fun. Of course, crowd surfing with Jesse got us both at the back of the crowd, and that irritated the hell out of me. During the last song I turned to him. "Hey, can I bum a smoke?" I asked, wanting to go ahead and give it a try. I figured since I was at the back, Scott couldn't see me, and I might not have the chance again for a while. I wasn't the type to randomly walk up to people and ask for a smoke. Jesse let out a mischevious grin as if he knew that just earlier my brother had given me a lecture about not smoking. Besides, it wasn't like Scott would do anything... just bitch at me, and he bitched at me enough as it was, so I wasn't worried about it.
He got his package out of his back pocket and flipped a cigarette out for me and handed me his lighter. My hands were a bit shakey and I wondered why I had this bright idea to smoke all of the sudden, but it was too late to pussy out of it now, so I went ahead and lit it and inhaled, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. I wanted to cough and throw up. I had seen pictures of what smoke did to your lungs, and I wasn't too keen on the idea of my lungs looking like that. Yet somehow, I took it upon myself to smoke anyway.
So I stood there in the crowd, puffing on my cigarette and listening to their last song, one of my favorites. I swayed with the beat and sang along in my head. Jesse looked over and grinned at me. "I gotta go," he yelled over the music while looking at his watch. "I'll catch ya later?"
I wanted to tell him that I wouldn't catch him later, but he left too quickly. I turned back around as Scott was finishing off his last chord and staring right at me. I panicked. My heart skipped a couple of beats and I quickly threw the cigarette down and stomped on it, putting my hands in my pocket and coughing a bit. The crowd roared with applause and people started filing out. The only thing I saw was my older brother hop off stage and walk directly towards me. My legs were frozen as I stood there, guilt spreading throughout my body. I could not move, just watch as he approached me.
I stared up into his hurt blue eyes as he grabbed my upper arm and practically dragged me out of the room. We walked like that through the building until we arrived to the bus. "Get in," he ordered in a stern voice that I had never heard him use before. I opened the door and walked in then sat down. "What the hell do you think you were doing? I specifically said, no smoking, more times than you wanted to hear, and what the hell were you just doing?" He glared at me, raging in anger.
"Erm," I stuttered, not being able to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Scott... I just.."
"You just nothing!" he shouted. "I told you over and over and you still disobeyed me!"
My heart pounded inside my chest. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"But you did it the first time. AFTER I told you not to, might I add.."
"I know, I know, you told me not to. But, I learned my lesson and..."
"I don't think you did, Skyy. While you're with me, you're my responsibility, and I can't let this slide."
I sighed. I didn't want to know what came next. There were only a couple of ways that he could punish me, and as they ran through my head I didn't like the way they sounded the least bit.
There was a bit of silence until he finally lifted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Skyylar," he said sternly, "I don't want you smoking... you don't know what that shit does to you. Well, I'm sure you do... look at what happened to Grandpa... and I don't want that happening to you, okay?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to spank you," he said finally.
I didn't take it as badly as I thought I would. I should have seen it coming. I remembered how my dad used to tell us that he'd blister our bottoms if he ever caught us smoking, and somehow, I knew it would be the same for Scott. I let a tear slip from my eyes and just nodded sullenly, knowing that it's what I had coming for me.
"Scott," I muttered, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." I still felt so guilty by the look that he was giving me... my stomach was twisted into knots.
"I know, hon," he said. "Stand up."
I did as ordered and stood up, my legs shaking frantically underneath me. I could only remember being spanked a few times, and each time I honestly deserved it, but it had been a while since it happened, a good 10 years or so, seeing as probably the last time was as a five year old when I stole some candy from Wal-Mart. I'm sure that's something that all kids have tried and not gotten away with. I was one of those unfortuante ones who did get caught. My father took me home afterwards and spanked me over my panties about ten times until I was bawling and pleading for him to stop. That was the strongest memory I had. Mostly, if I got spanked, it was just a smack or two. I imagined Scott's to be more like my father's. But back when I was five, I was so young and fragile, this time it wouldn't hurt as badly, and just the embarassment would be enough to let him know that I'd never do it again.
He sat down on the bed where I was previously seated. "Pants down," he said softly.
I gulped. "Do I have to..?" I begged.
"You think you could actually feel anything if you left your pants up?"
That was a no. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, letting them slide to the ground where they laid and I glanced back at my older brother. I gave him another pleading look. I really didn't want this, and I would be so embarassed if Mike or somebody walked onto the bus while this was happening. Well, it wasn't Mike I was so worried about, since he's such a people person and he was probably around talking to everyone and signing tons of autographs, but it was Brian. Brian was always the quiet shy one, and when he had the free moment he would be calling his girlfriend. Which meant he would probably be boarding the bus at anytime...
"...lap?"
I realized he was talking to me. "Huh?"
"Are you going to get over my lap so we can get this over with?"
I nodded, blushing a bit. I felt so dumb, standing there in front of my older brother in a T-shirt and panties, waiting to be spanked like I was five years old again.
I wasn't sure how to position myself so I kind of just walked closer and moved towards the bed, finally falling into the right position. I was practically laying on the bed with my bottom sticking slightly in the air from where Scott was seated.
"Skyy, I'm really disappointed in you," he said, the disappointment apparent in his voice. "You knew not to do it and you did anyway. I'm not going to go into details, because you know what you did was wrong."
I nodded as best as I could, my body quivering with fear.
SMACK!!!
The first smack landed hard and quick on my panty clad bottom, causing me to jump. I hadn't expected it to hurt that much. "Ow!" I whined, moving my hand towards my rear where it still stung a bit.
"Move your hand," he commanded.
I moved them in front of me and decided to prop myself up so I wouldn't be tempted to reach back again.
He landed three more sharp smacks on my bottom, causing me to wince with each one. I was hoping that this wouldn't last too much longer.
"I'm sorry," I whined again, feeling completely and utterly stupid, and getting more embarassed by the second.
"Not as sorry as you'll be when I'm finished."
I didn't like the sound of that.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owwwwwww," I whined, kicking my legs a bit and not liking this very much. "Scott, that hurts."
"It's supossed to," he said, smacking my bottom four more times.
I squirmed a bit but he kept a firm grip on me.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
"Owwwiee." I felt like a two year old. Especially when he pulled down my panties, the only thin layer protecting my bare skin from his hand. "Noooooooooooo," I whined as he began to tug them down. I put up a huge fight, kicking and squirming and trying to move my hands to block it from happening, but my only response was ten more hard smacked and him scolding me to be still.
I began to cry out, "please," I begged. "I've had enough."
"I've just started," he answered, followed by a couple of dozen smacks on my bare skin, hard and fast. My bottom was so tender and it wasn't used to all of this.
I begged and pleaded with him to stop, but I hadn't been broken yet, and he knew it. He had never spanked me before, but somehow he knew my breaking point...
"You haven't had enough yet," he responded.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
"Owwwwww," I cried out, tears being brought to my eyes, but I was so determined not to cry...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
So much for that determination. By this time I had stopped pleading and all I could do was cry and mutter apologies about how sorry I was that I hurt him, that I let him down, that I wasn't a good sister. My bottom hurt and for some reason I felt like I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a few days. "I'm sorry..." I muttered one final time as he spanked me twice on each cheek then sat me up in his lap. I shifted because I was so uncomfortable and my bottom ached.
"You are a good sister," he said, cradling me in his arms. "It's all over now. I'm finished. It's going to be okay. Shhhh, lil sis, Scottsy Wottsy wuvs yew." He grinned a little and even I let out a slight laugh, although the tears still streamed down my face. He rocked me back and forth as I regained my composure. "You'll never smoke again, will you?"
"No," I answered.
"Good girl." He patted me on the head and stood me up, allowing me to pull my pants and panties back up. He gave me a final hug. "I'm going to go do some autographs and stuff..." he said, trailing off.
"I'll stay here for a little while," I answered, knowing that I wouldn't want to see Mike in the condition I was in.
He nodded and walked off of the bus. I wobbled off towards the bathroom and washed my face with a washcloth, my eyes all red and puffy from crying so much. At least I didn't feel guilty anymore. One thing though, curiousity. I wanted so much to see what my bottom looked like, as do most freshly spanked kids. I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them and my panties down and took a peek at my glowing bottom. I winced a bit, noticing that I probably indeed wouldn't be able to sit for a while because when Dad said blistering my bottom, Scott took that to heart. I pulled my pants back up and wiped my face one final time then hopped out of the bus, not being able to wait until I found Scott, knowing that I had to thank him.
First Concert
by Breanna Carter
I rolled my eyes as my mother kissed me on the forehead. I was really pissed off at her, mostly because she ruined my summer by making me stay with my brother, but I couldn't let her know that I was really excited about it. My brother was a 23 year old rock star, well, not a star yet, but he was getting there, and this summer he was going on tour and that excited me greatly. I could go to every concert in tons of cities, get to travel a lot, and meet tons of cute guys. I was ecstatic. But I couldn't let my mom know that. I had to remind her that she was ruining my summer so she could go on some stupid trip to Australia. Noooo, I couldn't go with her to Australia to ruin my summer, I had to spend all of my time with stupid Scott.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and gave my mom one last grin as I turned around towards my older brother. His brown hair covered his baby blue eyes and he was towering over me, being a good 6 inches taller than I. I looked up at him and he smirked a bit, showing off his dimples that all the girls fell for. I followed him to his car with each of us waving goodbye to our mother. It would be the beginning of a great summer, I knew that, even if I wouldn't admit it.
"So what's the plan?" I ask Scott as he drives me to his small apartment.
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow afternoon to begin the tour."
I loved how it was tomorrow afternoon instead of morning... that was definitely a band full of lazy guys. "Very awesome," I replied. "Where all are we going?"
"Tons of places. You'll love it. It'll be fun."
I nodded. "Even awesomer."
We pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and I lugged my bags inside, sitting them on the couch then plopping down next to them in front of the tv with Scott close by. We sat there nearly all night, glued to the television, with the exception of moving when the pizza we ordered came. He was allowed to order pizza everynight and I envied him for it. I couldn't wait til I got to be a semi-rockstar. It was going to be awesome.
The next afternoon the two of us woke around one by a loud banging on our door.
"Wake up, dammit," the voice said, pounding and pounding.
"Go awayyyyy," I moaned at the familiar voice of Mike, one of the members in Scott's band. He was so sexy though, I didn't mind waking up to him in the morning. I guess that's probably why it was I who answered the door instead of Scott.
So there I was in my pajamas, basically crawling to the door cause I was so sleepy. I opened it and yawned, seeing Mike standing there with his hat on at an angle and a wide grin on his face. "Well hello there, Sleeping Beauty," he said, ruffling my hair and tackling me in a hug, causing me to blush. "Where's your bubba?" He always called Scott that while I was around. Either Bubba or Scottsy Wottsy. Did I mention that Mike was the cutest thing on the planet?
I poked my bottom lip out and pointed towards Scott's room, putting on my best puppy face. "You woked us up."
"Awwies," he said, slamming the door behind him and hugging my head, just my head. I groaned and pushed him a way, grinning a bit and blushing.
"Oh Scottsy Wottsy," Mike called. He walked towards Scott's room then hopped on his bed jumping up and down. "We're going on tour today, Sunshine. You gots to get up."
I chewed on my fingernail as I watched Scott's pitiful attempt to make Mike go away. Finally after he realized it was futile, he rolled over and said, "fine, I'm up."
*****
It was the first concert of the tour and I was ecstatic as hell. I had heard my brother in plenty of concerts before, but I felt so free. "No smoking," he reminded me for the 500th time as we approached the venue, "no drinking, no drugs, no..."
"Stripping, no sex, no fighting. Yeah Scott, I get it by now." I was glad that Mike wasn't around to hear me being lectured like a five year old kid.
"I just worry about you little sister. And be careful in the mosh pits, cause if you get hurt, I'm going to beat somebody up and I don't want to go to jail, k?"
I grinned. "No problem, Scottsy Wottsy."
He rolled his eyes. I had picked up on Mike's nickname for him the day that we left and I wouldn't stop caling him that. He hated it when I did. That's why I still used that name. I knew he didn't like it.
The bus parked and I was nearly tackled with a very enthusiatic Mike. He was bouncing up and down, completely and utterly giddy.
I raised my eyebrows. "You okay?"
"No, he's not," Francis said. Francis was one guy that I didn't know too well cause he was so damn quiet, but when you got him to talk, he was funny as hell. "He needs some fucking ADD medication..."
I smiled. I was sure by this time that everyone in the band knew of my infatuation for the bassist. It didn't bother me any, though. It wasn't like there was anything between us, or there would be for that matter...
The next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the bus by Mike. He had taken it upon himself to jump out dragging Scott and me with him. Scott just laughed a bit, calling Mike every obscenity in the book, but Mike didn't seem to care, he just wanted to run around for a little while. So we did just that. We ran up to the large crowd in front of the venue and said weird things to the people, bad stuff about the band, insulting them for wasting their money, stuff like that. Most of them hadn't the slightest clue that Mike and Scott were actually in the band... I rolled my eyes at them as they left me once again, telling the guy at the door that I was with them, seeing as I had one of their passes and all and the guy couldn't have figured it out himself. I went inside the venue and stood close to the stage, feeling slightly out of place. I didn't know anyone and it was really weird.
I got bored after a while because the only people there had at least one other person with them. I didn't have long to fret over it though, because soon enough, a band came on and started playing. They sucked, but at least it was something that I could mosh to. I felt Scott watching over me, although he wasn't currently present. It was cool though, feeling so protected.
After the first band I met my first friend. "That band sucked," the guy said, wiping the sweat from his face.
I turned around and smiled a bit. "You moshed enough for them to be such a crappy band," I replied.
"That's cause moshing is fun. Why, do you like them?"
I shrugged. "Not really," I said, walking closer towards them. "But I like moshing. I'll mosh to just about anything."
"Awesome. What about crowd surfing?"
"It's the greatest."
He nodded and pulled out a cigarette. "Where you from?" he asked.
"Far away from here. I'm with the band."
"Which one?"
I rolled my eyes. "The best one here."
"Oh!" he exclaimed happily, then kinda breathed out. "You mean, From Autumn To Ashes?"
I nodded and walked a little towards the wall where I could sit down for a minute until the next band came up. "I'm Jesse, by the way," he said, following me.
"Skyy," I said, "like the vodka."
He chuckled a little. "That's an awesome name."
I nodded.
"So how are you with the band."
"My brother is the guitarist."
I had this guy wrapped around my finger already. He was super impressed and asked me all these questions. Personally, I didn't see it as that big of a deal, seeing as my brother's band wasn't that big at all, but you know, he thought it was nifty and all. I didn't mind getting the attention. In fact, I was happy to have someone to talk to.
We talked during the next band and moshed together, and between bands we talked even more, finding ourselves having tons in common. I started getting really nervous about the time I saw Scott appear on stage. I knew how tense he could get during a concert sometimes, and I knew that he was probably shaking like crazy already. He looked up amongst the crowd and I caught his eye for a minute and waved to him. He grinned at me, throwing the rock on sign out into the crowd. I smiled then looked towards Jesse as if saying, "told ya."
The show itself was awesome. I admit that my brother's band is one of my favorite, and I knew all of the words to most of the songs, and if I didn't know the words, it didn't matter because I was moshing, or crowd surfing, or doing something fun. Of course, crowd surfing with Jesse got us both at the back of the crowd, and that irritated the hell out of me. During the last song I turned to him. "Hey, can I bum a smoke?" I asked, wanting to go ahead and give it a try. I figured since I was at the back, Scott couldn't see me, and I might not have the chance again for a while. I wasn't the type to randomly walk up to people and ask for a smoke. Jesse let out a mischevious grin as if he knew that just earlier my brother had given me a lecture about not smoking. Besides, it wasn't like Scott would do anything... just bitch at me, and he bitched at me enough as it was, so I wasn't worried about it.
He got his package out of his back pocket and flipped a cigarette out for me and handed me his lighter. My hands were a bit shakey and I wondered why I had this bright idea to smoke all of the sudden, but it was too late to pussy out of it now, so I went ahead and lit it and inhaled, feeling the smoke fill my lungs. I wanted to cough and throw up. I had seen pictures of what smoke did to your lungs, and I wasn't too keen on the idea of my lungs looking like that. Yet somehow, I took it upon myself to smoke anyway.
So I stood there in the crowd, puffing on my cigarette and listening to their last song, one of my favorites. I swayed with the beat and sang along in my head. Jesse looked over and grinned at me. "I gotta go," he yelled over the music while looking at his watch. "I'll catch ya later?"
I wanted to tell him that I wouldn't catch him later, but he left too quickly. I turned back around as Scott was finishing off his last chord and staring right at me. I panicked. My heart skipped a couple of beats and I quickly threw the cigarette down and stomped on it, putting my hands in my pocket and coughing a bit. The crowd roared with applause and people started filing out. The only thing I saw was my older brother hop off stage and walk directly towards me. My legs were frozen as I stood there, guilt spreading throughout my body. I could not move, just watch as he approached me.
I stared up into his hurt blue eyes as he grabbed my upper arm and practically dragged me out of the room. We walked like that through the building until we arrived to the bus. "Get in," he ordered in a stern voice that I had never heard him use before. I opened the door and walked in then sat down. "What the hell do you think you were doing? I specifically said, no smoking, more times than you wanted to hear, and what the hell were you just doing?" He glared at me, raging in anger.
"Erm," I stuttered, not being able to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Scott... I just.."
"You just nothing!" he shouted. "I told you over and over and you still disobeyed me!"
My heart pounded inside my chest. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"But you did it the first time. AFTER I told you not to, might I add.."
"I know, I know, you told me not to. But, I learned my lesson and..."
"I don't think you did, Skyy. While you're with me, you're my responsibility, and I can't let this slide."
I sighed. I didn't want to know what came next. There were only a couple of ways that he could punish me, and as they ran through my head I didn't like the way they sounded the least bit.
There was a bit of silence until he finally lifted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Skyylar," he said sternly, "I don't want you smoking... you don't know what that shit does to you. Well, I'm sure you do... look at what happened to Grandpa... and I don't want that happening to you, okay?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to spank you," he said finally.
I didn't take it as badly as I thought I would. I should have seen it coming. I remembered how my dad used to tell us that he'd blister our bottoms if he ever caught us smoking, and somehow, I knew it would be the same for Scott. I let a tear slip from my eyes and just nodded sullenly, knowing that it's what I had coming for me.
"Scott," I muttered, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." I still felt so guilty by the look that he was giving me... my stomach was twisted into knots.
"I know, hon," he said. "Stand up."
I did as ordered and stood up, my legs shaking frantically underneath me. I could only remember being spanked a few times, and each time I honestly deserved it, but it had been a while since it happened, a good 10 years or so, seeing as probably the last time was as a five year old when I stole some candy from Wal-Mart. I'm sure that's something that all kids have tried and not gotten away with. I was one of those unfortuante ones who did get caught. My father took me home afterwards and spanked me over my panties about ten times until I was bawling and pleading for him to stop. That was the strongest memory I had. Mostly, if I got spanked, it was just a smack or two. I imagined Scott's to be more like my father's. But back when I was five, I was so young and fragile, this time it wouldn't hurt as badly, and just the embarassment would be enough to let him know that I'd never do it again.
He sat down on the bed where I was previously seated. "Pants down," he said softly.
I gulped. "Do I have to..?" I begged.
"You think you could actually feel anything if you left your pants up?"
That was a no. I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, letting them slide to the ground where they laid and I glanced back at my older brother. I gave him another pleading look. I really didn't want this, and I would be so embarassed if Mike or somebody walked onto the bus while this was happening. Well, it wasn't Mike I was so worried about, since he's such a people person and he was probably around talking to everyone and signing tons of autographs, but it was Brian. Brian was always the quiet shy one, and when he had the free moment he would be calling his girlfriend. Which meant he would probably be boarding the bus at anytime...
"...lap?"
I realized he was talking to me. "Huh?"
"Are you going to get over my lap so we can get this over with?"
I nodded, blushing a bit. I felt so dumb, standing there in front of my older brother in a T-shirt and panties, waiting to be spanked like I was five years old again.
I wasn't sure how to position myself so I kind of just walked closer and moved towards the bed, finally falling into the right position. I was practically laying on the bed with my bottom sticking slightly in the air from where Scott was seated.
"Skyy, I'm really disappointed in you," he said, the disappointment apparent in his voice. "You knew not to do it and you did anyway. I'm not going to go into details, because you know what you did was wrong."
I nodded as best as I could, my body quivering with fear.
SMACK!!!
The first smack landed hard and quick on my panty clad bottom, causing me to jump. I hadn't expected it to hurt that much. "Ow!" I whined, moving my hand towards my rear where it still stung a bit.
"Move your hand," he commanded.
I moved them in front of me and decided to prop myself up so I wouldn't be tempted to reach back again.
He landed three more sharp smacks on my bottom, causing me to wince with each one. I was hoping that this wouldn't last too much longer.
"I'm sorry," I whined again, feeling completely and utterly stupid, and getting more embarassed by the second.
"Not as sorry as you'll be when I'm finished."
I didn't like the sound of that.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owwwwwww," I whined, kicking my legs a bit and not liking this very much. "Scott, that hurts."
"It's supossed to," he said, smacking my bottom four more times.
I squirmed a bit but he kept a firm grip on me.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
"Owwwiee." I felt like a two year old. Especially when he pulled down my panties, the only thin layer protecting my bare skin from his hand. "Noooooooooooo," I whined as he began to tug them down. I put up a huge fight, kicking and squirming and trying to move my hands to block it from happening, but my only response was ten more hard smacked and him scolding me to be still.
I began to cry out, "please," I begged. "I've had enough."
"I've just started," he answered, followed by a couple of dozen smacks on my bare skin, hard and fast. My bottom was so tender and it wasn't used to all of this.
I begged and pleaded with him to stop, but I hadn't been broken yet, and he knew it. He had never spanked me before, but somehow he knew my breaking point...
"You haven't had enough yet," he responded.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
"Owwwwww," I cried out, tears being brought to my eyes, but I was so determined not to cry...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
So much for that determination. By this time I had stopped pleading and all I could do was cry and mutter apologies about how sorry I was that I hurt him, that I let him down, that I wasn't a good sister. My bottom hurt and for some reason I felt like I wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for a few days. "I'm sorry..." I muttered one final time as he spanked me twice on each cheek then sat me up in his lap. I shifted because I was so uncomfortable and my bottom ached.
"You are a good sister," he said, cradling me in his arms. "It's all over now. I'm finished. It's going to be okay. Shhhh, lil sis, Scottsy Wottsy wuvs yew." He grinned a little and even I let out a slight laugh, although the tears still streamed down my face. He rocked me back and forth as I regained my composure. "You'll never smoke again, will you?"
"No," I answered.
"Good girl." He patted me on the head and stood me up, allowing me to pull my pants and panties back up. He gave me a final hug. "I'm going to go do some autographs and stuff..." he said, trailing off.
"I'll stay here for a little while," I answered, knowing that I wouldn't want to see Mike in the condition I was in.
He nodded and walked off of the bus. I wobbled off towards the bathroom and washed my face with a washcloth, my eyes all red and puffy from crying so much. At least I didn't feel guilty anymore. One thing though, curiousity. I wanted so much to see what my bottom looked like, as do most freshly spanked kids. I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them and my panties down and took a peek at my glowing bottom. I winced a bit, noticing that I probably indeed wouldn't be able to sit for a while because when Dad said blistering my bottom, Scott took that to heart. I pulled my pants back up and wiped my face one final time then hopped out of the bus, not being able to wait until I found Scott, knowing that I had to thank him.
07 October 2003
Story: Patrick
Misc Story. Michelle hits her mother and feels what a real punishment is like when her brother find out.
Patrick
by Breanna Carter
Michelle and her mother stood toe to toe in the hallway of their small house, arguing. It was nothing new, lately Michelle had begun to think she knew everything. That was one thing about 14 year olds, they ALWAYS thought they knew everything, and Michelle was no exception.
"So what if I waited until the last minute to do my paper!" she screamed. "It's not like it matters! As long as it gets done!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me young lady!"
"I can raise my voice to you if I want to!"
In an instant her mother slapped her across the face. Michelle gasped, definitely surprised by her mother's actions. Surprised and angry. In return she slapped her mother right back.
There was silence for a moment and Michelle felt her heart flutter. She had never hit her mother before, but she knew that the look in her mom's eyes wasn't a very good one.
"I- I'm sorry.." she stammered, hoping to get herself out of being grounded.
"NO!" her mother yelled, dragging Michelle by the wrist towards her room where she grabbed a belt from her closet. "Get over there!" she ordered.
Michelle's eyes widened. Since her father died, Mom had let things slide, and she hadn't been spanked in such a long time. "But Mom.." she pleaded. "I'm 14! I'm too old to be spanked!"
"GET OVER THERE!" Mom ordered again and Michelle finally complied, walking towards her mom and turning around.
Slap.
Her mother's belt hit her backside, leaving no trace of punishment whatsoever.
Slap.
It hit her again but Michelle was bawling like a baby, ashamed at herself and embarassed as hell.
Slap.
She still cried, although she felt no pain. The fabric of her jeans and her mother's lack of swing allowed her to feel absolutely nothing. Finally her mother cried and left the room, sitting herself at the kitchen table to smoke a cigarette.
Michelle wiped her eyes. It was after midnight and she had to finish her paper for English class, but she really didn't want to. Especially after the incident that just happened. She was still blushing furiously and decided to take a detour straight to her room instead of passing through the kitchen where her mom was seated. She looked through her papers and slicked something together that sounded halfway decent and fell into a dreamless sleep without telling her mom goodnight.
Her mother sat inside the kitchen, propping her head up with her hands. She finally heard Michelle go to sleep and dialed up the number of her son, Patirck, Michelle's older brother. It seemed as if lately she had been turning to him for advice, although he was only in college and 20 years old. He always seemed to see things that she didn't, always had the perfect answers to her questions. She felt like such a horrible mom, first for hitting her daughter and second for calling up her son for advice. Especially so late in the night... She thought about hanging up, but the voice answered too quickly.
"Hello?" Patrick answered, somewhat stunned.
"Hey Patrick, honey," Mom said, smiling into the receiver.
"Oh, hey Mom. Everything okay?"
"Yeah... I just called about... well nevermind. Is everything okay?"
"What is it, Mom? What happened? Is it Michelle again?" Patrick knew his younger sister took pride in pissing their mom off.
"Well, yeah.." she answered softly, wanting to change the subject but not being able to. "She was popping off to me earlier so I slapped her then she hit me back." Patrick gave a slight groan. "So I took her to my room and slapped her with the belt a few times... I feel so bad..."
"Wait... you spanked her?"
"Yeah.. kind of... not too hard but.."
"Was it over her pants?"
"Well... yes.."
"How many times?"
"Three... but.."
"It's okay, Mom. You're an awesome Mom. Look, I'll deal with Michelle tomorrow after school, okay?"
She nodded. "Patrick are you sure that.."
"I'm sure, Mom. Go to sleep and stop being so hard on yourself."
Mom nodded and explained to her son how much she loved him then hung up the phone and went to sleep.
The next afternoon Michelle came home to find Patrick sitting on the couch.
"Oh, heya Patrick. How's it going?"
"Not so well," he answered. "Last night Mom called me... said that you slapped her?"
"Oh... yeah.. I did. But you can skip the lecture, she already spanked me.." Michelle blushed a little.
"Spanked you? Three slaps over your jeans? Come on, Michelle, you've got to be kidding me. If Dad would have been around you would have gotten thirty slaps on the barebottom with his belt. I doubt you even felt Mom's!"
Michelle gulped a little. Patrick had a good way of knowing what was going on for not being there.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on," he said, grabbing her by the upper arm.
"What are you doing!?" she squeeled.
"I'm doing what should have been done years ago when you started acting like you owned the place."
"What?!?"
"I'm going to spank you."
Michelle fought with her brother but he had a firm grip on her. He finally dragged her to the bathroom and slammed the door behind them.
"Pants down, hands on the counter," he ordered. It was his first time to ever deliver a spanking, but he had been spanked enough to know what to do.
"I'm not doing that! You must be crazy!" she yelled.
"If you don't do that I say, I will make it 35 whacks instead of 30."
Michelle froze dead in her tracks. "Patrick.. you can't..."
"I can and I am. The longer you stall, the more likely that I'm going to extend your spanking..."
Michelle decided the threat was enough and finally unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, allowing them to fall to the floor. She turned around and nervously put her hands flat on the counter.
"You will never hit your mother again, Michelle, do you understand?"
"Yes," she murmured.
Patrick slipped his belt through the loops and folded it over and held it in his right hand. He looked at Michelle's panty-clad bottom. She was shivering. He finally decided that the panties must be lowered, just like their dad would have done. He proceeded to move towards her and lower them, much to her protest.
"NOOOOOO!" she yelled. She turned around and kept her panties in place. He towered over her.
"Michelle, turn around and stop fighting or you will make it worse on yourself."
"You're not Dad," she spat out.
Patrick was taken aback and blinked for a minute. "It doesn't matter. I'm still spanking you on your barebottom whether you like it or not. Now turn around and stop fighting!"
Michelle stomped her foot and folded her arms defiantly, determined not to move.
Fed up, Patrick whirled his sister around and gave her a sharp smack with the belt over her panties.
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!" she whined, hopping up and down and rubbing the sting away.
"That's only one out of 35 more I'm going to give you, so you better turn around and put your hands back on the counter or I'll make it 40."
Afraid, Michelle complied and put her hands back on top of the counter and stuck her bottom out. The mere sight of this amused Patrick, the way his sister stuck her butt out like that, the way that she clenched her eyes shut. He knew that his sister couldn't remember the last time that she was well-spanked and he was determined to let this time sink in.
Once again he moved towards her and tugged at her panties, this time without anything but a whine coming from her. Her pale bottom was exposed with a small pink tracing of where the belt had slapped her. This was definitely nothing compared to what he was about to give her. He raised the belt high and crashed it down directly under the first marking, causing a squeel to come from his sister and another red mark to form. He crashed it down again and again, and after those three times, his sister was screaming loudly and moving and pleading for him to stop.
"Patrickkk!!!! I'm sorryyyy!" she whined.
Patrick paid no attention just brought it down onto the red bottom, not pleased with its color yet. He knew that he would not give her 35 spanks, knew that she would lose count after the first five from so much pain. He just knew that the threat would scare her enough to comply.
CRRAACCKKK!!!!!
He cracked the belt down on her bottom with all of his strength, causing Michelle to jump up and her hands to fly to her bottom. Patrick moved her hands away. "Back on the counter unless you want 40!" he said sternly. She quickly returned them to the counter.
CRRACCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!
He let another one land with all of his strength right on her sitspot, so the lesson would sink in better. It always sunk in better when the punished one wasn't able to sit well for a day or so. He landed two more on her sitspots and then three more above them, and then two more on the sit spots and continued in that pattern until she finished bobbing up and down and hung her head, crying like a baby. He dropped his belt on the floor and gathered her into his arms.
"Shhhh, Michelle... it's okay, just don't ever hit Mom again. And be good. She loves you a lot and is trying her hardest. Just give her a little credit."
Michelle nodded as her sobs died down. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I'll be a good girl," she promised and hugged him tightly. She left the bathroom and gave her mom a big hug and kiss when she arrived home and apologized for what she did. Mom glanced at Patrick but he only smiled, intending to keep this a secret if that's what Michelle wanted.
Patrick
by Breanna Carter
Michelle and her mother stood toe to toe in the hallway of their small house, arguing. It was nothing new, lately Michelle had begun to think she knew everything. That was one thing about 14 year olds, they ALWAYS thought they knew everything, and Michelle was no exception.
"So what if I waited until the last minute to do my paper!" she screamed. "It's not like it matters! As long as it gets done!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me young lady!"
"I can raise my voice to you if I want to!"
In an instant her mother slapped her across the face. Michelle gasped, definitely surprised by her mother's actions. Surprised and angry. In return she slapped her mother right back.
There was silence for a moment and Michelle felt her heart flutter. She had never hit her mother before, but she knew that the look in her mom's eyes wasn't a very good one.
"I- I'm sorry.." she stammered, hoping to get herself out of being grounded.
"NO!" her mother yelled, dragging Michelle by the wrist towards her room where she grabbed a belt from her closet. "Get over there!" she ordered.
Michelle's eyes widened. Since her father died, Mom had let things slide, and she hadn't been spanked in such a long time. "But Mom.." she pleaded. "I'm 14! I'm too old to be spanked!"
"GET OVER THERE!" Mom ordered again and Michelle finally complied, walking towards her mom and turning around.
Slap.
Her mother's belt hit her backside, leaving no trace of punishment whatsoever.
Slap.
It hit her again but Michelle was bawling like a baby, ashamed at herself and embarassed as hell.
Slap.
She still cried, although she felt no pain. The fabric of her jeans and her mother's lack of swing allowed her to feel absolutely nothing. Finally her mother cried and left the room, sitting herself at the kitchen table to smoke a cigarette.
Michelle wiped her eyes. It was after midnight and she had to finish her paper for English class, but she really didn't want to. Especially after the incident that just happened. She was still blushing furiously and decided to take a detour straight to her room instead of passing through the kitchen where her mom was seated. She looked through her papers and slicked something together that sounded halfway decent and fell into a dreamless sleep without telling her mom goodnight.
Her mother sat inside the kitchen, propping her head up with her hands. She finally heard Michelle go to sleep and dialed up the number of her son, Patirck, Michelle's older brother. It seemed as if lately she had been turning to him for advice, although he was only in college and 20 years old. He always seemed to see things that she didn't, always had the perfect answers to her questions. She felt like such a horrible mom, first for hitting her daughter and second for calling up her son for advice. Especially so late in the night... She thought about hanging up, but the voice answered too quickly.
"Hello?" Patrick answered, somewhat stunned.
"Hey Patrick, honey," Mom said, smiling into the receiver.
"Oh, hey Mom. Everything okay?"
"Yeah... I just called about... well nevermind. Is everything okay?"
"What is it, Mom? What happened? Is it Michelle again?" Patrick knew his younger sister took pride in pissing their mom off.
"Well, yeah.." she answered softly, wanting to change the subject but not being able to. "She was popping off to me earlier so I slapped her then she hit me back." Patrick gave a slight groan. "So I took her to my room and slapped her with the belt a few times... I feel so bad..."
"Wait... you spanked her?"
"Yeah.. kind of... not too hard but.."
"Was it over her pants?"
"Well... yes.."
"How many times?"
"Three... but.."
"It's okay, Mom. You're an awesome Mom. Look, I'll deal with Michelle tomorrow after school, okay?"
She nodded. "Patrick are you sure that.."
"I'm sure, Mom. Go to sleep and stop being so hard on yourself."
Mom nodded and explained to her son how much she loved him then hung up the phone and went to sleep.
The next afternoon Michelle came home to find Patrick sitting on the couch.
"Oh, heya Patrick. How's it going?"
"Not so well," he answered. "Last night Mom called me... said that you slapped her?"
"Oh... yeah.. I did. But you can skip the lecture, she already spanked me.." Michelle blushed a little.
"Spanked you? Three slaps over your jeans? Come on, Michelle, you've got to be kidding me. If Dad would have been around you would have gotten thirty slaps on the barebottom with his belt. I doubt you even felt Mom's!"
Michelle gulped a little. Patrick had a good way of knowing what was going on for not being there.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on," he said, grabbing her by the upper arm.
"What are you doing!?" she squeeled.
"I'm doing what should have been done years ago when you started acting like you owned the place."
"What?!?"
"I'm going to spank you."
Michelle fought with her brother but he had a firm grip on her. He finally dragged her to the bathroom and slammed the door behind them.
"Pants down, hands on the counter," he ordered. It was his first time to ever deliver a spanking, but he had been spanked enough to know what to do.
"I'm not doing that! You must be crazy!" she yelled.
"If you don't do that I say, I will make it 35 whacks instead of 30."
Michelle froze dead in her tracks. "Patrick.. you can't..."
"I can and I am. The longer you stall, the more likely that I'm going to extend your spanking..."
Michelle decided the threat was enough and finally unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, allowing them to fall to the floor. She turned around and nervously put her hands flat on the counter.
"You will never hit your mother again, Michelle, do you understand?"
"Yes," she murmured.
Patrick slipped his belt through the loops and folded it over and held it in his right hand. He looked at Michelle's panty-clad bottom. She was shivering. He finally decided that the panties must be lowered, just like their dad would have done. He proceeded to move towards her and lower them, much to her protest.
"NOOOOOO!" she yelled. She turned around and kept her panties in place. He towered over her.
"Michelle, turn around and stop fighting or you will make it worse on yourself."
"You're not Dad," she spat out.
Patrick was taken aback and blinked for a minute. "It doesn't matter. I'm still spanking you on your barebottom whether you like it or not. Now turn around and stop fighting!"
Michelle stomped her foot and folded her arms defiantly, determined not to move.
Fed up, Patrick whirled his sister around and gave her a sharp smack with the belt over her panties.
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!" she whined, hopping up and down and rubbing the sting away.
"That's only one out of 35 more I'm going to give you, so you better turn around and put your hands back on the counter or I'll make it 40."
Afraid, Michelle complied and put her hands back on top of the counter and stuck her bottom out. The mere sight of this amused Patrick, the way his sister stuck her butt out like that, the way that she clenched her eyes shut. He knew that his sister couldn't remember the last time that she was well-spanked and he was determined to let this time sink in.
Once again he moved towards her and tugged at her panties, this time without anything but a whine coming from her. Her pale bottom was exposed with a small pink tracing of where the belt had slapped her. This was definitely nothing compared to what he was about to give her. He raised the belt high and crashed it down directly under the first marking, causing a squeel to come from his sister and another red mark to form. He crashed it down again and again, and after those three times, his sister was screaming loudly and moving and pleading for him to stop.
"Patrickkk!!!! I'm sorryyyy!" she whined.
Patrick paid no attention just brought it down onto the red bottom, not pleased with its color yet. He knew that he would not give her 35 spanks, knew that she would lose count after the first five from so much pain. He just knew that the threat would scare her enough to comply.
CRRAACCKKK!!!!!
He cracked the belt down on her bottom with all of his strength, causing Michelle to jump up and her hands to fly to her bottom. Patrick moved her hands away. "Back on the counter unless you want 40!" he said sternly. She quickly returned them to the counter.
CRRACCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!
He let another one land with all of his strength right on her sitspot, so the lesson would sink in better. It always sunk in better when the punished one wasn't able to sit well for a day or so. He landed two more on her sitspots and then three more above them, and then two more on the sit spots and continued in that pattern until she finished bobbing up and down and hung her head, crying like a baby. He dropped his belt on the floor and gathered her into his arms.
"Shhhh, Michelle... it's okay, just don't ever hit Mom again. And be good. She loves you a lot and is trying her hardest. Just give her a little credit."
Michelle nodded as her sobs died down. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I'll be a good girl," she promised and hugged him tightly. She left the bathroom and gave her mom a big hug and kiss when she arrived home and apologized for what she did. Mom glanced at Patrick but he only smiled, intending to keep this a secret if that's what Michelle wanted.
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