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.