Part of the Terrence/Bri and Ashton/Ana series. It's Ana's 16th birthday and Terrence is out of town. So Bri decides to take her best friend out for the day, avoiding the fact that they're supposed to be at school. And then there's a party in which the birthday spanking is administered!
Anastasia’s Birthday
Part I
by Breanna Carter
“Brianna!” Terrence called one hot evening in June.
“Yeah?” I answered, walking into the living room where he stood, a wad of cash in his hands and bags surrounding him.
“Have a seat.” I nodded and sat down on the couch in front of him. I was ecstatic... this was the first time Terrence had left home since I’d had that party and I was finally getting the house to myself. Hey, I don’t care if it isn’t a smart thing to do, I was excited! “Okay, I know summer’s coming up... You only have a week and a half left of school... and trust me, I’ll be back before the week you take finals, okay?” I nodded. “Okay, so I’ve been thinking, Anastasia’s birthday is next Friday, and I know you want to do something special, take her out to dinner, throw a party, I have no idea what you kids do for birthdays, but I know you intend to spend a lot of money, am I correct.”
I grinned. “Of course!”
“Right. Well, don’t spend too much, okay? I’m giving you this money, it might seem like a lot, but it has to last you for the rest of the summer, and if you spend it all this week then every time you ask me for money I’m going to give you a swat with the paddle for each dollar, understand me?” I shuddered but nodded anyway. “So if you spend it all this week, you won’t be able to sit all summer or you’ll have to get a job. Anyway...” he said, handing me the wad of cash, “here’s 500 dollars -- it’s for food, gas, and Ana’s party, okay? I wouldn’t go eat a fancy dinner every night... there’s some pizza rolls in the freezer and some sandwich stuff, okay?”
I giggled with happiness.
“I trust you, Bri, okay? Don’t let me down. You know the rules, no guys in the house, NO parties, which means no more than two or three people over at a time, in by 10 on school nights and midnight this weekend unless you talk to me and ask me, okay? I have the neighbors watching and if you violate ANY of these rules you won’t be sitting for a long time, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured. I remembered the last spanking I got and I definitely didn’t want anything like that to happen again.
“If there’s an emergency...”
“Terrence,” I whined, “I know. Go on,” I began, standing up, “have a great trip, I have the number, the number 911 is embedded into my brain and I won’t burn the house down, okay? Geeze! You’d think I was 7 instead of 17.”
“Oh, you’re 17?” he teased, ruffling my hair. “Okay, okay, I’m out of here. Be good, okay?”
“I will,” I promised, giving him a hug and practically shoving him out of the house. FINALLY! A whole week to myself.
The first few days were entertaining... I listened to my music loudly and ate popcorn for dinner while watching a movie that I’d rented (thanks to my summer allotment) and I stayed up late every night, though I tried to get in bed by 2am on the weeknights. On the weekend, however, I managed to stay up until 5 or 6 in the morning, either watching a movie or talking to friends on the net or something. Anastasia told me how lucky I was to get the house to myself, and I agreed, telling her that she could spend the night. But we didn’t dare tell anyone else that I had it to myself... they’d have wanted to throw a party for sure.
After a while, it got kinda boring and I found myself falling asleep on the couch while watching Brady Bunch re-runs. And somehow I managed to make it to school late everyday. I was even threatened with detention.
Friday morning, however, I had another plan. Since Terrence was out of town and Anastasia’s dad was IN town, it would be the perfect time to celebrate Anastasia’s birthday. And besides, the day before it had been announced that I’d be next year’s team captain. Go me!
“Ana!” I squealed, for some reason getting to school before the tardy bell rang. “We HAVE to go celebrate! Look, just write a letter in your dad’s handwriting and I have one from Terrence saying that we can leave school and we’ll go to the mall and eat lots of food and go shopping and all this fun stuff!!!”
She blinked. “Are you okay?”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I screamed and tackled her in hugs.
She struggled to get loose. “Geeze, Bri, have you been doing drugs or something? You’re crazy!”
“I know,” I said, finally allowing her to breathe again. “I’m serious, though. It’s such a nice day outside it’d be a waste to stay at school all day. And besides, since the seniors already left, Ashton won’t be here and he won’t know you’re gone. Come onnnnnn,” I begged.
She considered the thought. “I guess you’re right... Ashton’s gone, Dad’s in town, Terrence’s gone...”
I nodded. “Yup, come on!” I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the end of the hallway then shoved a piece of paper and pencil in her hand.
“What do I write?”
“I dunno. Say you have a doctor’s appointment or something.”
She nodded then scribbled something down on the paper. I could barely make out the words, but it said something about letting her check out of school because she had a dentist appointment. Perfect.
We decided to meet in the office after second period, so it wouldn’t look as suspicious. I waited anxiously through the morning, wishing that the time would come because I had such an amazing afternoon planned for us.
Finally, the much awaited time approached and Anastasia and I ran out of office giddily. We were holding hands and skipping. It was such a nice day.
We drove to the mall listening to Ana’s choice of music. After all, it was her birthday and that’s what we were celebrating! As we pulled into the mall, I discussed our plans.
“Okays, so we’ll eat at Chick-fila,” I began.
“Ooooo!! Chick-fila!” she interrupted, mouth watering.
“Yes, Chick-fila... and then we’ll go by the CD store and you can pick out any three CDs you want, and I’ll get them...”
“Any??” she interrupted again.
“YES! Any... stop interrupting me!”
“Oh, sorry,” she giggled.
I pulled into a parking space and turned the car off. “Then we’ll go into Dillard’s and Rave, and yes, I’ll even go into the Limited with you, and you can pick out a stellar outfit to wear tonight 'cause Jayna’s having a party for you... And then we’ll just get whatever else we want.”
She blinked. “Do you honestly have the money for all of this?”
I nodded. “Yup,” and opened the car door.
“You don’t hafta, Bri...”
“Shhh, I’m going to anyway, okay? And then after we buy tons of stuff from the mall, we’ll go to Chuck E. Cheese and play and then we can go catch a movie or go out to eat, your pick. Then we’ll go to the party that Jayna’s having... and we’ll be back home by midnight or so...”
We began walking towards the entrance. “Yeah, but isn’t the party for both of us and the end of school?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but that’s not the point.”
She shrugged. “Whatever, Bri. Let’s just have fun.”
I smiled, glad she was finally seeing my point.
We did everything that I had imagined and more! She found three CDs she wanted, and I found three I couldn’t live without. She bought a new outfit and I bought two. We even tried on homecoming dresses for the next school year. I considered buying it, but since it was $200, I decided I’d wait and let Terrence get it. We ate ice cream and cookies and got our nails done (they were having a two for one special!) By the time we left the mall, there was an obvious dent in the money that Terrence had given me.
“Maybe I should start getting job applications,” I commented as we arrived at Chuck E. Cheese, where a kid can be a kid. And believe me, there were plenty of kids being kids... even Anastasia and I. We did, however, get many weird looks. Especially when we were crawling through the play equipment and making faces at each other. Then we played tons of arcade games and competed against each other. I won (even though she swears that she did).
By the time we left Chuck E. Cheese, it was about four in the evening. We decided to catch a movie, and it was really good. I enjoyed it at least. After the movie, we went by Burger King and got some chocolate shakes. I considered, once again, looking for job applications. Out of the five-hundred that I’d started with, I only had a mere forty bucks. Ouch. I wouldn’t be sitting all summer, no matter which way you looked at it. I’d either have to flip burgers or get paddled every time I wanted to go somewhere. Or, I could just stay home...
We arrived at Jayna’s house around 8:30. It was a nice house, if I do say so myself. It was large and spacious and beautiful. I couldn’t believe she actually let so many people come over and get wasted. If my house was that nice, I would only bring people over to brag to them. Oh well, I guess that’s the difference between the two of us.
“Birthday girl and team captain!” Jayna greeted us.
“Heys!” I squealed, hugging her.
Jayna hugged Anastasia and smiled. “Glad you’re finally here!”
“Yeah, we went to see a movie. It was awesome!” Ana said.
“Yeppers, and we went to Chuck E. Cheese... now THAT was amusing.”
“Yeah, everyone noticed that you two were skipping today,” Jayna teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Nobody cares.”
“Would you like a drink?” she offered.
I declined. “Designated driver, here. But go ahead, Ana, drink as much as you’d like. You can crash at my place.”
She giggled. “Okay, I’ll have a little,” she decided.
Jayna led us into the dining room where the table was littered with different types of alcohol. Some I’d never even heard of. Anastasia picked a kind called Hypnotic, simply because it was blue. I was craving some, but I decided not to. I’d seen all of those productions that had been done about drinking and driving... I’d heard the stories of the little kids getting killed... I wasn’t going to be so stupid.
Ana hadn’t drank that much when things started getting wild. Everyone was drunk and acting goofy, and I found it utterly amusing. I wasn’t around drunk teenagers often. We had a toast, to the end of school, to my team captain-ness, to Jayna for letting us use her house, and to Anastasia, who was finally 16. Then the guys started singing “Happy Birthday” off-key, slurring their words, and everyone joined in, including me.
“Happpppieeeee birrrrrthdaeeeee tew yewwww!” they bellowed.
She blushed madly. “Guys, stop...”
“Happppppieeeeee birrrrthdaaaeee teeewwwww yeeewwwww! Happy burfdaeee to Annnnaaaaa! Happpppy birfdaeeee ttteeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww........ yeeeeewwww!!!”
Everyone clapped and cheered and Anastasia buried her head in her hands.
“Birthday spankin’s!” someone called out.
Anastasia removed her hands and backed up against the wall. “Noooo,” she whined, but she was giggling and having a grand ol’ time, so I decided, as designated best friend, it was my duty to deliver the 17 smacks to her precious little bottom.
“Ohh yes!” I said, laughing as well. “Come on, Jayna!”
Jayna and I bolted towards her, I faster than she because I wasn’t impaired, and Anastasia instantly took off. I finally caught up to her and Jayna held her down.
I landed the first smack down and she let out a slight yelp.
“ONE!” the guys chanted.
“Geeze, Bri! That hurt!”
SMACK!
“TWO!”
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!
I kept smacking and Ana tried to wiggle but she couldn’t because Jayna’s grip was far too strong... she was practically on top of her. Everyone in the room chanted, and then I got to the final smack, number seventeen, and everyone clapped and cheered, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into Ashton’s face. He grabbed my upper arm as well as Ana’s, and we were both dragged out of the party.
Talk about embarrassing. I wouldn’t have been more embarrassed unless it was Terrence himself who dragged me out of there. Ashton was fuming with anger!
“In the car!” he ordered. “Both of you!”
“But, Ashton,” I began. “I haven’t been drinking. I can drive...”
“Right now, Brianna!”
I gulped and held Ana’s hand and we walked to the car. I plopped down in the back seat.
“But Ashtonnnn,” Anastasia whined. “It’s myy birfdaeee!”
He slammed the keys into the ignition. “Not anymore, kiddo. It’s past midnight.”
She whined more. “I dun wanna be in truwble on my birfdaee!”
He sighed, backing out of the driveway. “I don’t want you to be in trouble either, and you wouldn’t be if you didn’t skip school today.”
I gulped. So this wasn’t about the damn party after all? I guess I could’ve been relieved, except he found out about the fact that I’d skipped school... and that wasn’t cool. So I decided to pretend like I had no idea what he was talking about.
“We didn’t skip school...”
He looked into the rearview mirror, straight into my eyes. “Oh? You didn’t?” he said sarcastically. “Then how come a good friend of mine claimed to have seen Anastasia roaming around the mall with a friend of hers whom he recognized as a soccer player with blue eyes and light hair, fairly short, and they were both wearing school uniforms?”
“He must’ve mistaken us for someone else,” I concluded, “‘cause we were at school all day.”
“You were, huh? What was the lesson in American History about?”
“Vietnam,” I said, suddenly.
“Vietnam? This late in the year? I’d think you’d have been reviewing for the final already...”
I bit my lower lip. “We were reviewing the Vietnam part of the final. Besides, what would I know? I hate that class anyway.”
“So I guess if I called your teacher she could tell me that you were present in class today?”
I rested my head against the seat.
“That’s what I thought,” he said after a few minutes of silence.
“We were celebrating.”
“I don’t care what the hell you were doing.”
“Why didn’t you let me drive home?”
“You’re changing the subject...”
“I haven’t been drinking.”
“Because everybody in that house has been drinking and, although right now I can tell that you’re sober, at the time I couldn’t. And I wasn’t going to take any chances. Last time someone I knew drove after drinking, she ended up hitting a mailbox. I didn’t want something like that to happen to you, only it be a car instead of a mailbox.”
I felt my stomach tie up into knots. Did this mean he really cared about me? “Ashton, do we really have to tell Terrence about this?”
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“It’d be more fair if neither of us got into trouble.”
He laughed. “Yeah, right. This is the second time that Anastasia’s skipped, and I’m not letting her off easy. And besides, I’m not telling Terrence... you are. And I expect him to know when he comes home tomorrow, got it?”
I sighed. “It’ll just be better if he didn’t know, that’s all.”
He pulled into my driveway. “Have him call me after you’ve broken the news.”
I opened the door. “Are you going to take me to get my car tomorrow?”
“I’m sure Terrence’ll take you to get it...”
“I want my car while I’m still able to sit...”
“I’ll think about it.”
I walked into my house and flopped down on the couch, letting the tears stream down my face. I’d really done it this time... not only had I skipped school, I managed to spend nearly all of the money Terrence had given me and be at a party where there was underage drinking and I was out past Terrence’s curfew. I was sure, though, that I’d be in the most trouble for skipping. Especially since I’d done it, what, twice before? Poor Anastasia... Ashton had been so upset with her...
My thoughts were so distorted that I didn’t even notice the phone ringing until the answering machine picked up.
“Brianna? Are you home?” Terrence’s voice was saying. I ran to the phone. “It’s me... I figured you’d be in by now since...”
I picked up the phone.
“Your curfew is midnight...”
“I know, I know...”
“Oh, there you are.”
“Sorry for the delay. I didn’t hear the phone ring.” I sniffled.
“Where were you?”
“On the couch...”
He paused. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, though I figured it must be obvious that I was crying.
“How was your day?”
“It was pretty good.”
“Really? What’d you do?”
“Went to see a movie then to Jayna’s... but I’ll explain it all when you get back tomorrow, okay?”
“Are you sure everything’s okay..?”
“No,” I admitted. “But we’ll talk when you get home.” I let another tear fall.
“Bri... you’re worrying me. Do I need to come home tonight?”
“No, no, it’s okay. I just got into some trouble, that’s all. And I feel really bad about it.”
“It’s not about being out past curfew, huh? 'Cause I basically gave you the okay to be out a little later tonight...”
“No, it isn’t that. We’ll talk when you get here.”
He sighed. “Okay, Bri. Talk to you tomorrow then.”
“Okies. Goodnight.”
I dropped the phone on the receiver and slid down to the floor, knees to chest, crying like a baby. I knew in about 24 hours, I’d be all forgiven, but my ass would be hurting more than it’d ever hurt before... probably more than it did after I got home from Chicago. I wasn’t looking forward to that.
29 April 2004
28 April 2004
Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 2
This week, Aerial ponders the curiosity she feels towards spanking and then peeks in on Tara as she's getting it from CT.
Aerial's Diary - Week 2
by Breanna Carter
Dear Journal,
Hi again! It’s me, Aerial. I’m lying on my bed right now, on my tummy of course. You’ll never believe what just happened. It’s a long story, and I’m going to start from the beginning. I know, you’re probably whining because you have to wait until the juicy part, but oh well.
Since last week, Tara and I have become kinda friends. I mean, I can’t say that we’re honestly friends, because you know, we’re not that close or anything. We don’t really talk much, but sometimes we acknowledge each other and we definitely don’t beat up on one another anymore. So Saturday night we had another party. Every non-mission night we have a party, simply because that’s what Mike and Abram and Darrell like to do. Those are some party guys there. Mike makes up these stupid games and everyone joins in, except for Tara and me and a few others people. Well, Friday night we decided that we’d all join in. Abram was already trashed so I knew it was okay if I drank some, too. Well, we were playing these games, and all of a sudden someone brings up playing strip poker. We all knew each other pretty well, and since most of us run around half naked anyway, even the non-drunk people decided to participate. So Tara was barely wearing anything to begin with. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear, but that’s it. Most of us were wearing at least our shoes and socks, so we’d still be mostly dressed after losing four hands, but Tara... nope. In a matter of seconds she had only a pair of panties and a bra on, and minutes later, the bra came off. The guys were all drunk and enjoying this like crazy, and I was just rolling my eyes at them. Finally, she lost the game and ran naked through the house. Wow, I hope they play that on tv. It was the funniest thing ever. I was cracking up and Mike was going crazy and I’ve never seen these people so crazy before. I wish I could explain things better, but my memory is kind of fuzzy. I mean, I too had been drinking and was pretty wasted when all of this was happening.
After Tara streaked through the house, she got sick. She was about to jump in the swimming pool but as she tried to walk she ended up falling instead. We, being the drunk people we were, didn’t really pay any attention and just kept cackling, rambling on about nonsense that wasn’t too important. Ended up, the non-alcoholics had to carry her to the room. I’m not quite sure what happened.
Anyway, it was a long night to say the least. We stayed up until about four in the morning just partying and having a good time. When I’m drunk I’m VERY flirtatious and I was hitting on Abram like crazy. I kept giggling and playfully punching him and I wanted to ask him to spank me again, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Yes, I was drunk, but not that drunk.
We fell asleep passed out all over the place. I was cuddled up on the couch next to Leah from the Real World team and when I woke up, it looked as if nobody had had the strength to walk up all of those stairs to get to our room. Some people were even sleeping on the floor. I stepped over the limp bodies and stumbled up stairs, finding the first bed and falling asleep again.
I woke up somewhere during the middle of the afternoon and everyone was making plans to go out. Sunday is our off-camera day, AKA free day. It means that we can do whatever the hell we want and nobody cares. I thought about asking Abram for another spanking... but I dunno it’s just weird. How does one randomly approach someone and ask for something like that? What would I say? Hey, Abram, you know when you gave me that spanking? Yeah, it kinda turned me on so will you give me another? Heh, he’d probably laugh at me or something.
I didn’t go out Sunday night. Monday was a mission day and I spent the afternoon working out with Mike, Abram, and Veronica because those are the people I usually work out with. We ran around the house tons of times and did some situps and Veronica and I worked on our upper body strength. Mike should’ve been a Road Rules kid. He sure hangs out with us more than his own team.
We took a run down to the beach where we goofed around for a while then decided to settle down and get a tan. Well, Veronica and I were getting a tan (skin cancer is more like it). Mike and Abram were throwing sand and water at us the whole time. Even my death glare didn’t stop them. A little while later, I see CT and Leah and Mallory come to hang out with us, then some more of the kids from our house, until finally, nearly everyone was on the beach. We played a game of volleyball (Road Rules kicks ass again!) and then swam in the ocean and when it was dark we all went back to the house and took our showers. I was, by this time, exhausted. So exhausted that I hadn’t noticed Tara was nowhere around until Trishelle said something. I guess that’s when I realized that she hadn’t been around all day. We searched through the house for her but she wasn’t around. We went back to the beach, but she wasn’t there. I was beginning to get worried when CT grabbed his wallet and announced he was going to look at some of the local clubs. Abram stepped up and offered to go with him.
The rest of the night was boring. We were all asleep by midnight. I woke the next morning and piled into the van with my LOUD teammates. I was never the kid in high school who cheered at football games. Apparently the rest of them were.
Blah blah, missions make for absolutely no excitement whatsoever, but I’ll just tell you, Tara did HORRIBLY. I hadn’t been awake when she came home, but I knew they’d been out kinda late. Abram had told me that she’d been at a club and was trashed when they got there. Said they’d gotten home about two in the morning and CT was pissed. I can see now why he was pissed. She basically caused them to lose the whole mission (woohoo, Road Rules wins again!).
We got home and everyone basically went their separate ways. I just happened to be in my room, reading over my last journal entry, when I heard a noise. It was CT. Curious as to what it was, I stood up and walked towards the Real World rooms.
“You know why you did so badly today, Tara? Because you went out last night and got drunk!” he was yelling. “And you know that the day before a mission you need to work out and get in early so you can get plenty of rest. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Take those pants off, you won’t be needing them.”
I nearly died. There he was telling her to take her pants off which meant she was getting a spanking. Woohooo!!!
I inched in closer towards the room. We don’t have doors, just curtains. Basically, no one gets any privacy. At this time I was glad of that. I moved my fingers between the wall and the curtain and peeked inside. There was Tara in nothing more than a small red shirt and her white cotton panties, standing in front of CT, tears streaming down her face. “Please,” she was begging. “I don’t want another.. another...” She paused and bit her lip.
“Too late for that, Young Lady,” he scolded. “You’re getting a spanking and that’s that. Down with your panties, too.”
I noticed a camera man behind me. I looked back at him and shushed him so he wouldn’t bring attention on me. He creeped up slowly behind me.
Tara tugged the panties down to the floor and stepped out. Boy, I was glad that Abram had spanked me. How embarrassing to stand there half naked in front of someone! Of course, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it the night before...
He grabbed her left arm and practically threw her down over his lap. From the angle I was at, I could see nothing but the back of CT’s head. He was sitting on a couch with her draped across his lap, so she was almost completely hidden.
Almost immediately he began spanking, his firm hand slapping against her tender cheeks. I saw his hand raise high in the air then heard the collision, then it kept repeating and she was whining and making a fuss. I felt that great feeling inside of me again.
I wasn’t getting enough of a show. I decided it’d be easier to turn around, go through the bathroom and watch from there. Then I could actually see everything.
I slowly turned around, tip-toeing away from the door, motioning for the camera man to follow me. I knew he wanted to see it, too. Who WOULDN’T? We slowly made our way back to my room, then I went through the bathroom and peeked through the curtain. Ah, yes, a much better view. I could see Tara’s now red bottom and I could see her kicking her legs and hanging onto the couch cushion for dear life. She was screaming more than ever.
I felt the camera above me. This would make a nice segment on tv -- Tara’s bare bottom, exposed to the entire world. TV ratings would go up. Everyone would watch! There she was, Real World’s Tara, the one who was cocky and had an attitude to no end, getting her buns roasted and bawling like a baby! I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
He ended abruptly. “I’m not finished,” he warned. “Stand up!” She stood on shaky legs and wiped the tears from her eyes. Next thing I knew, he was walking straight towards the bathroom. I might’ve escaped if the damn camera man hadn’t have been right behind me. I attempted to flee, but ran right into him, causing him to crash to the floor.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” I shrieked. I was doomed... CT had already seen me.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he answered and I helped him up. “Camera’s okay, too.”
I guess when one man falls, others must come. After making sure he was okay, CT began yelling at me. “What the hell are you doing? You think this is funny, watching someone get spanked? You curious?”
“N-no..” I stammered. “I was just...”
He waited. “Well, you’re next, little one. Get out there, right now!” He practically pushed me to their room. That’s when a camera man entered. Not fair... only one guy got to film Tara, and now there were two around! And here this one was, walking around the room. He could’ve gotten some good shots of the other spanking!
CT came out of the bathroom, wooden brush in hand. He sat back on the couch. “Over,” he ordered and the sobbing 18 year old was back over his lap.
I must say, it was much more enjoyable from up close, and even more enjoyable knowing that I was next. I had this anticipation creeping inside of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. My head was spinning.
He cracked the hairbrush down and she let out a piercing scream. I had to cover my ear for fear that I’d become deaf. He crashed it down again, this time on the other cheek. “Are you going to behave, Tara?” CRACK!
“AHHHHHHOOOWWWW!!! Yessssss, I’ll be good!” she promised.
I shifted nervously.
CRACK! “Are you going to get drunk on the night before a mission ever again?” CRACK!
She was sobbing hysterically. Another camera man came inside at a different angle. “Noooooooo,” she wailed.
He cracked it down on her bottom at least a dozen more times, lecturing on the importance of these missions and responsibility and a bunch of other bull. I wasn’t listening... my heart was pounding so loudly I couldn’t even hear him.
He finally stopped spanking and looked up at me. “Aerial, go downstairs and find Abram and bring him up here.”
I gulped but nodded and trotted downstairs, my hands shaking.
It took me a while, but I finally found Abram downstairs by the pool, laughing with some of his friends. “Abe,” I said, then cleared my throat. “CT wants you to come up there and see him..”
“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”
“Me,” I muttered, blushing because I didn’t want Veronica to hear what I was saying.
He nodded, a grin still plastered on his face, and told Veronica he’d see her later.
I held onto his hand as we went upstairs, mostly for comfort. My mind was going in two different directions -- it wanted CT to spank me, but it also wanted for him to tell Abe what happened so he’d spank me instead. By watching the hairbrushing I could tell that CT was a much more experienced spanker than Abram.
We arrived to the room all too soon and Tara was sitting in a hard wooden chair, still crying. Abram seemed slightly taken aback, but did not say anything about it. “You wanted to see me?” he asked CT.
CT nodded. “Have you told him what happened yet?”
I shook my head.
“Well, go ahead.”
I bit my lower lip. “Well, er, I was in my room, reading, and I heard a noise and came to see what it was and I kinda watched CT spanking Tara...” I stammered.
Abram nodded.
“And she almost killed the camera man,” CT added.
He raised his eyebrows. “How’d you manage to do that?” he asked, looking around the room to seek out the one who almost died.
“CT was coming to the bathroom and I turned to run out and the guy was behind me and I ran into him,” I said.
Abe tried to not laugh, but he couldn’t resist. I mean, it was funny... Hilarious even. I’d have laughed, too, if I wasn’t scared of what CT would do. “Sorry,” he apologized, finally managing to choke down his laughter. He cleared his throat. “It’s never okay to spy on someone,” Abe said, in all seriousness. “You should know that, Aerial. You wouldn’t want someone doing that to you.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said. “I just... I wanted to watch and see what was going on...”
“Well,” CT said, “now you get to know what’s going on first-handedly. Because I’m about to use this hairbrush on you...” He looked at Abram for his approval.
Abram nodded. “Right. And not only does Tara get to watch, I get to watch, and so do all these camera men, even the one you almost killed,” he added, containing his laughter. “And after CT gets through with you, I’m going to have my own talk with you, got it?”
I gulped and nodded.
Abe looked at CT and CT looked at me and I just looked around the room. Three camera men were gathered around to see what was happening, the tears had stopped streaming down Tara’s cheeks and she was gazing upon me with curiousity, Abram was giving me a stern look. “Okay,” CT said. “You won’t be needing those pants.”
I blushed furiously and tugged them down to my knees.
“Panties either,” he said when I stared at him.
I blushed even more, taking one more quick look around and finally pulling them down to meet my shorts. He threw me over his lap like I’d seen him do to Tara. I shifted uncomfortably, but he had such a firm on me that I could barely move. “Aerial,” he began, lifting the brush and crashing it down on my backside, causing me to groan in displeasure, “I don’t want to ever *SMACK!* see you spying on someone again. *SMACK!* Do you understand? *SMACK!*”
“Owwwwwwww,” I groaned. “Yes, I understand.” His smacks weren’t nearly as hard as they’d been on Tara, I guess because the main punishment was just embarrassing me. I knew my real punishment would be coming from Abram.
“Good *SMACK!* because next time *SMACK!* you won’t be able to sit for weeks. *SMACK!* Got it? *SMACK!!!!*”
The last smack made me shriek in pain. “Yessss, I got it, I got it!” I wailed, holding onto the couch for dear life.
“Good!” He landed two final smacks on my sit spots that were harder than all of the rest put together, then lifted me. My hands flew to my bottom so I could rub the sting out.
Abram shook his head. “No rubbing,” he ordered, grabbing me by the upper arm and hauling me to the doorway. “I want you to apologize,” he muttered into my ear.
I nodded and turned around, blushing once more because I realized that three different cameras had recorded my spanking and everyone was staring at my red bottom. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and turned back to Abram, wanting him to take me out of that embarrassing situation.
And he did. He marched me out of the room and through the hallway to where my room was, journal still lying on my bed. He pulled the curtain shut and looked at me. “Aerial, you know better than that..” he began.
“I know I do. I was just curious.”
“I know you were, and that’s normal, but you honestly don’t want Tara or CT or anyone for that matter peeking in to watch you get spanked. Didn’t you even think about that when you were watching?”
I hung my head. “No.”
“I think what CT did was completely fair, though I don’t like the fact that he embarrassed you so much. But you deserved it, don’t you think?”
I nodded.
And then he added, “Do you think that you’ve honestly been punished enough?” Ugh! Why do people ask stupid questions like that! You feel stupid saying yes because you know they’ll take that and say that you’re immature for thinking that and you’ll get a spanking anyway, and if you say no, then you get spanked, too! So there’s no way out! Like once when a teacher asked me what grade I think I deserved on a test... hell, I don’t know, isn’t that what they pay you to do? Oh well... I knew that I *wanted* Abram to spank me more, so therefore, it was an easy decision.
“No,” I answered.
He sat down on my bed and pulled me to him, lifting my chin so my eyes would meet his. “Aerial, you’re a great kid, almost like a real little sister to me. You’re eighteen years old and you know that what you did is wrong, and I think it’s great that you’re fessing up to that, okay? I’m just really disappointed in you for doing this. You’re a bigger person than that.”
I nodded.
He gently lead me over his lap. My shorts and panties were still down from my earlier spanking. “Think about this next time you want to spy on someone... and think about how embarrassing it was for you when others were watching you.”
I nodded and he slapped his hand down on my rear. I’ll admit, it was more gentle than CT’s spanking and done with more love than anger. I think that’s what got me riled up the most. I know, I’m weird. He slapped my bottom again and again, until he began a rapid pace, covering my entire backside and sitspots and thighs. I didn’t want to know where he learned to spank like that all of a sudden! Seemed as if the last time he spanked me he had no clue what he was doing! And it was actually hurting, especially since I’d just gotten spanked with that awful hairbrush.
He didn’t stop until I was really and truly broken, and both of us could tell when that moment hit because I had stopped struggling and I was just lying there, crying my heart out, and apologizing for what I’d done... and this time, I really meant it.
He lifted me in a heartbeat and pulled me into his arms in a loving embrace. He rocked me back and forth and let me cry on his shoulder, stroking my hair and telling me that I was forgiven. He told me that he loved me and only wanted the best for me. I told him that I loved him, too. It was a very heartfelt experience, to say the least.
After about thirty minutes of cuddling, he pulled my panties and shorts back up and kissed me on the forehead. “Get some rest,” he said. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
And he was right... I was exhausted. I’d had two spankings in one day and I was aching all over. But I felt better... at least I was forgiven.
So I took a nap and I just now woke up, and my bottom is still throbbing. I took a look at it in the mirror earlier, making sure no one was around first, of course, and it’s bruising just a little near the sit spots. But everything’s okay now. I think I’ll go see how Tara is and apologize to her again. Good idea?
I’ll write soon!
Aerial
Aerial's Diary - Week 2
by Breanna Carter
Dear Journal,
Hi again! It’s me, Aerial. I’m lying on my bed right now, on my tummy of course. You’ll never believe what just happened. It’s a long story, and I’m going to start from the beginning. I know, you’re probably whining because you have to wait until the juicy part, but oh well.
Since last week, Tara and I have become kinda friends. I mean, I can’t say that we’re honestly friends, because you know, we’re not that close or anything. We don’t really talk much, but sometimes we acknowledge each other and we definitely don’t beat up on one another anymore. So Saturday night we had another party. Every non-mission night we have a party, simply because that’s what Mike and Abram and Darrell like to do. Those are some party guys there. Mike makes up these stupid games and everyone joins in, except for Tara and me and a few others people. Well, Friday night we decided that we’d all join in. Abram was already trashed so I knew it was okay if I drank some, too. Well, we were playing these games, and all of a sudden someone brings up playing strip poker. We all knew each other pretty well, and since most of us run around half naked anyway, even the non-drunk people decided to participate. So Tara was barely wearing anything to begin with. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear, but that’s it. Most of us were wearing at least our shoes and socks, so we’d still be mostly dressed after losing four hands, but Tara... nope. In a matter of seconds she had only a pair of panties and a bra on, and minutes later, the bra came off. The guys were all drunk and enjoying this like crazy, and I was just rolling my eyes at them. Finally, she lost the game and ran naked through the house. Wow, I hope they play that on tv. It was the funniest thing ever. I was cracking up and Mike was going crazy and I’ve never seen these people so crazy before. I wish I could explain things better, but my memory is kind of fuzzy. I mean, I too had been drinking and was pretty wasted when all of this was happening.
After Tara streaked through the house, she got sick. She was about to jump in the swimming pool but as she tried to walk she ended up falling instead. We, being the drunk people we were, didn’t really pay any attention and just kept cackling, rambling on about nonsense that wasn’t too important. Ended up, the non-alcoholics had to carry her to the room. I’m not quite sure what happened.
Anyway, it was a long night to say the least. We stayed up until about four in the morning just partying and having a good time. When I’m drunk I’m VERY flirtatious and I was hitting on Abram like crazy. I kept giggling and playfully punching him and I wanted to ask him to spank me again, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Yes, I was drunk, but not that drunk.
We fell asleep passed out all over the place. I was cuddled up on the couch next to Leah from the Real World team and when I woke up, it looked as if nobody had had the strength to walk up all of those stairs to get to our room. Some people were even sleeping on the floor. I stepped over the limp bodies and stumbled up stairs, finding the first bed and falling asleep again.
I woke up somewhere during the middle of the afternoon and everyone was making plans to go out. Sunday is our off-camera day, AKA free day. It means that we can do whatever the hell we want and nobody cares. I thought about asking Abram for another spanking... but I dunno it’s just weird. How does one randomly approach someone and ask for something like that? What would I say? Hey, Abram, you know when you gave me that spanking? Yeah, it kinda turned me on so will you give me another? Heh, he’d probably laugh at me or something.
I didn’t go out Sunday night. Monday was a mission day and I spent the afternoon working out with Mike, Abram, and Veronica because those are the people I usually work out with. We ran around the house tons of times and did some situps and Veronica and I worked on our upper body strength. Mike should’ve been a Road Rules kid. He sure hangs out with us more than his own team.
We took a run down to the beach where we goofed around for a while then decided to settle down and get a tan. Well, Veronica and I were getting a tan (skin cancer is more like it). Mike and Abram were throwing sand and water at us the whole time. Even my death glare didn’t stop them. A little while later, I see CT and Leah and Mallory come to hang out with us, then some more of the kids from our house, until finally, nearly everyone was on the beach. We played a game of volleyball (Road Rules kicks ass again!) and then swam in the ocean and when it was dark we all went back to the house and took our showers. I was, by this time, exhausted. So exhausted that I hadn’t noticed Tara was nowhere around until Trishelle said something. I guess that’s when I realized that she hadn’t been around all day. We searched through the house for her but she wasn’t around. We went back to the beach, but she wasn’t there. I was beginning to get worried when CT grabbed his wallet and announced he was going to look at some of the local clubs. Abram stepped up and offered to go with him.
The rest of the night was boring. We were all asleep by midnight. I woke the next morning and piled into the van with my LOUD teammates. I was never the kid in high school who cheered at football games. Apparently the rest of them were.
Blah blah, missions make for absolutely no excitement whatsoever, but I’ll just tell you, Tara did HORRIBLY. I hadn’t been awake when she came home, but I knew they’d been out kinda late. Abram had told me that she’d been at a club and was trashed when they got there. Said they’d gotten home about two in the morning and CT was pissed. I can see now why he was pissed. She basically caused them to lose the whole mission (woohoo, Road Rules wins again!).
We got home and everyone basically went their separate ways. I just happened to be in my room, reading over my last journal entry, when I heard a noise. It was CT. Curious as to what it was, I stood up and walked towards the Real World rooms.
“You know why you did so badly today, Tara? Because you went out last night and got drunk!” he was yelling. “And you know that the day before a mission you need to work out and get in early so you can get plenty of rest. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Take those pants off, you won’t be needing them.”
I nearly died. There he was telling her to take her pants off which meant she was getting a spanking. Woohooo!!!
I inched in closer towards the room. We don’t have doors, just curtains. Basically, no one gets any privacy. At this time I was glad of that. I moved my fingers between the wall and the curtain and peeked inside. There was Tara in nothing more than a small red shirt and her white cotton panties, standing in front of CT, tears streaming down her face. “Please,” she was begging. “I don’t want another.. another...” She paused and bit her lip.
“Too late for that, Young Lady,” he scolded. “You’re getting a spanking and that’s that. Down with your panties, too.”
I noticed a camera man behind me. I looked back at him and shushed him so he wouldn’t bring attention on me. He creeped up slowly behind me.
Tara tugged the panties down to the floor and stepped out. Boy, I was glad that Abram had spanked me. How embarrassing to stand there half naked in front of someone! Of course, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it the night before...
He grabbed her left arm and practically threw her down over his lap. From the angle I was at, I could see nothing but the back of CT’s head. He was sitting on a couch with her draped across his lap, so she was almost completely hidden.
Almost immediately he began spanking, his firm hand slapping against her tender cheeks. I saw his hand raise high in the air then heard the collision, then it kept repeating and she was whining and making a fuss. I felt that great feeling inside of me again.
I wasn’t getting enough of a show. I decided it’d be easier to turn around, go through the bathroom and watch from there. Then I could actually see everything.
I slowly turned around, tip-toeing away from the door, motioning for the camera man to follow me. I knew he wanted to see it, too. Who WOULDN’T? We slowly made our way back to my room, then I went through the bathroom and peeked through the curtain. Ah, yes, a much better view. I could see Tara’s now red bottom and I could see her kicking her legs and hanging onto the couch cushion for dear life. She was screaming more than ever.
I felt the camera above me. This would make a nice segment on tv -- Tara’s bare bottom, exposed to the entire world. TV ratings would go up. Everyone would watch! There she was, Real World’s Tara, the one who was cocky and had an attitude to no end, getting her buns roasted and bawling like a baby! I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
He ended abruptly. “I’m not finished,” he warned. “Stand up!” She stood on shaky legs and wiped the tears from her eyes. Next thing I knew, he was walking straight towards the bathroom. I might’ve escaped if the damn camera man hadn’t have been right behind me. I attempted to flee, but ran right into him, causing him to crash to the floor.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” I shrieked. I was doomed... CT had already seen me.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he answered and I helped him up. “Camera’s okay, too.”
I guess when one man falls, others must come. After making sure he was okay, CT began yelling at me. “What the hell are you doing? You think this is funny, watching someone get spanked? You curious?”
“N-no..” I stammered. “I was just...”
He waited. “Well, you’re next, little one. Get out there, right now!” He practically pushed me to their room. That’s when a camera man entered. Not fair... only one guy got to film Tara, and now there were two around! And here this one was, walking around the room. He could’ve gotten some good shots of the other spanking!
CT came out of the bathroom, wooden brush in hand. He sat back on the couch. “Over,” he ordered and the sobbing 18 year old was back over his lap.
I must say, it was much more enjoyable from up close, and even more enjoyable knowing that I was next. I had this anticipation creeping inside of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. My head was spinning.
He cracked the hairbrush down and she let out a piercing scream. I had to cover my ear for fear that I’d become deaf. He crashed it down again, this time on the other cheek. “Are you going to behave, Tara?” CRACK!
“AHHHHHHOOOWWWW!!! Yessssss, I’ll be good!” she promised.
I shifted nervously.
CRACK! “Are you going to get drunk on the night before a mission ever again?” CRACK!
She was sobbing hysterically. Another camera man came inside at a different angle. “Noooooooo,” she wailed.
He cracked it down on her bottom at least a dozen more times, lecturing on the importance of these missions and responsibility and a bunch of other bull. I wasn’t listening... my heart was pounding so loudly I couldn’t even hear him.
He finally stopped spanking and looked up at me. “Aerial, go downstairs and find Abram and bring him up here.”
I gulped but nodded and trotted downstairs, my hands shaking.
It took me a while, but I finally found Abram downstairs by the pool, laughing with some of his friends. “Abe,” I said, then cleared my throat. “CT wants you to come up there and see him..”
“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”
“Me,” I muttered, blushing because I didn’t want Veronica to hear what I was saying.
He nodded, a grin still plastered on his face, and told Veronica he’d see her later.
I held onto his hand as we went upstairs, mostly for comfort. My mind was going in two different directions -- it wanted CT to spank me, but it also wanted for him to tell Abe what happened so he’d spank me instead. By watching the hairbrushing I could tell that CT was a much more experienced spanker than Abram.
We arrived to the room all too soon and Tara was sitting in a hard wooden chair, still crying. Abram seemed slightly taken aback, but did not say anything about it. “You wanted to see me?” he asked CT.
CT nodded. “Have you told him what happened yet?”
I shook my head.
“Well, go ahead.”
I bit my lower lip. “Well, er, I was in my room, reading, and I heard a noise and came to see what it was and I kinda watched CT spanking Tara...” I stammered.
Abram nodded.
“And she almost killed the camera man,” CT added.
He raised his eyebrows. “How’d you manage to do that?” he asked, looking around the room to seek out the one who almost died.
“CT was coming to the bathroom and I turned to run out and the guy was behind me and I ran into him,” I said.
Abe tried to not laugh, but he couldn’t resist. I mean, it was funny... Hilarious even. I’d have laughed, too, if I wasn’t scared of what CT would do. “Sorry,” he apologized, finally managing to choke down his laughter. He cleared his throat. “It’s never okay to spy on someone,” Abe said, in all seriousness. “You should know that, Aerial. You wouldn’t want someone doing that to you.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said. “I just... I wanted to watch and see what was going on...”
“Well,” CT said, “now you get to know what’s going on first-handedly. Because I’m about to use this hairbrush on you...” He looked at Abram for his approval.
Abram nodded. “Right. And not only does Tara get to watch, I get to watch, and so do all these camera men, even the one you almost killed,” he added, containing his laughter. “And after CT gets through with you, I’m going to have my own talk with you, got it?”
I gulped and nodded.
Abe looked at CT and CT looked at me and I just looked around the room. Three camera men were gathered around to see what was happening, the tears had stopped streaming down Tara’s cheeks and she was gazing upon me with curiousity, Abram was giving me a stern look. “Okay,” CT said. “You won’t be needing those pants.”
I blushed furiously and tugged them down to my knees.
“Panties either,” he said when I stared at him.
I blushed even more, taking one more quick look around and finally pulling them down to meet my shorts. He threw me over his lap like I’d seen him do to Tara. I shifted uncomfortably, but he had such a firm on me that I could barely move. “Aerial,” he began, lifting the brush and crashing it down on my backside, causing me to groan in displeasure, “I don’t want to ever *SMACK!* see you spying on someone again. *SMACK!* Do you understand? *SMACK!*”
“Owwwwwwww,” I groaned. “Yes, I understand.” His smacks weren’t nearly as hard as they’d been on Tara, I guess because the main punishment was just embarrassing me. I knew my real punishment would be coming from Abram.
“Good *SMACK!* because next time *SMACK!* you won’t be able to sit for weeks. *SMACK!* Got it? *SMACK!!!!*”
The last smack made me shriek in pain. “Yessss, I got it, I got it!” I wailed, holding onto the couch for dear life.
“Good!” He landed two final smacks on my sit spots that were harder than all of the rest put together, then lifted me. My hands flew to my bottom so I could rub the sting out.
Abram shook his head. “No rubbing,” he ordered, grabbing me by the upper arm and hauling me to the doorway. “I want you to apologize,” he muttered into my ear.
I nodded and turned around, blushing once more because I realized that three different cameras had recorded my spanking and everyone was staring at my red bottom. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and turned back to Abram, wanting him to take me out of that embarrassing situation.
And he did. He marched me out of the room and through the hallway to where my room was, journal still lying on my bed. He pulled the curtain shut and looked at me. “Aerial, you know better than that..” he began.
“I know I do. I was just curious.”
“I know you were, and that’s normal, but you honestly don’t want Tara or CT or anyone for that matter peeking in to watch you get spanked. Didn’t you even think about that when you were watching?”
I hung my head. “No.”
“I think what CT did was completely fair, though I don’t like the fact that he embarrassed you so much. But you deserved it, don’t you think?”
I nodded.
And then he added, “Do you think that you’ve honestly been punished enough?” Ugh! Why do people ask stupid questions like that! You feel stupid saying yes because you know they’ll take that and say that you’re immature for thinking that and you’ll get a spanking anyway, and if you say no, then you get spanked, too! So there’s no way out! Like once when a teacher asked me what grade I think I deserved on a test... hell, I don’t know, isn’t that what they pay you to do? Oh well... I knew that I *wanted* Abram to spank me more, so therefore, it was an easy decision.
“No,” I answered.
He sat down on my bed and pulled me to him, lifting my chin so my eyes would meet his. “Aerial, you’re a great kid, almost like a real little sister to me. You’re eighteen years old and you know that what you did is wrong, and I think it’s great that you’re fessing up to that, okay? I’m just really disappointed in you for doing this. You’re a bigger person than that.”
I nodded.
He gently lead me over his lap. My shorts and panties were still down from my earlier spanking. “Think about this next time you want to spy on someone... and think about how embarrassing it was for you when others were watching you.”
I nodded and he slapped his hand down on my rear. I’ll admit, it was more gentle than CT’s spanking and done with more love than anger. I think that’s what got me riled up the most. I know, I’m weird. He slapped my bottom again and again, until he began a rapid pace, covering my entire backside and sitspots and thighs. I didn’t want to know where he learned to spank like that all of a sudden! Seemed as if the last time he spanked me he had no clue what he was doing! And it was actually hurting, especially since I’d just gotten spanked with that awful hairbrush.
He didn’t stop until I was really and truly broken, and both of us could tell when that moment hit because I had stopped struggling and I was just lying there, crying my heart out, and apologizing for what I’d done... and this time, I really meant it.
He lifted me in a heartbeat and pulled me into his arms in a loving embrace. He rocked me back and forth and let me cry on his shoulder, stroking my hair and telling me that I was forgiven. He told me that he loved me and only wanted the best for me. I told him that I loved him, too. It was a very heartfelt experience, to say the least.
After about thirty minutes of cuddling, he pulled my panties and shorts back up and kissed me on the forehead. “Get some rest,” he said. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
And he was right... I was exhausted. I’d had two spankings in one day and I was aching all over. But I felt better... at least I was forgiven.
So I took a nap and I just now woke up, and my bottom is still throbbing. I took a look at it in the mirror earlier, making sure no one was around first, of course, and it’s bruising just a little near the sit spots. But everything’s okay now. I think I’ll go see how Tara is and apologize to her again. Good idea?
I’ll write soon!
Aerial
27 April 2004
Story: Kyle's House
Part of the Just Shannon Series. Even though Shannon doesn't have her license, she drives her friend (Lisa) to Kyle's house. However, lack of license means lack of car, so the girls sneak out in Lisa's mom's car, only to return to an angry mother, and later, an angry brother.
Kyle’s House
by Breanna Carter
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Lisa knocked on the door. I was sitting in the living room watching tv, feet propped up on the coffee table and munching on some Cheerios and Matt was sitting at the kitchen table doing a research paper. We both recognized the knock at the same time but neither of us bothered to get up and answer it until she knocked the second time.
“Fine, I’ll get it,” I muttered, putting the box of Cheerios on the coffee table where my feet had been and scooting towards the door.
“Hi!” Lisa said, bright smile and that thirteen year-old enthusiam that I wished I had.
“Hey,” I murmured back. I opened the door wider, inviting her to come inside.
“Oh, hey,” Matt said. “How’s it goin’, Lisa?”
“Going great. Wanna hang out for a little while?” she asked me.
I shrugged. Since school had started back I didn’t want to go out often, but it was a Sunday and I was bored. I looked at Matt. “Is that okay with you?”
He nodded. “Whatever you want. I’m going to finish this last paragraph then head off for a little nap. I need a break.” He took a sip of his coffee and continued writing.
“Let’s go,” I told Lisa, practically pushing her outside of the doorway.
“Don’t go anywhere too far away!” Matt was yelling as I walked outside the door.
She sun was shining brightly in the sky and blinding me. I was glad that it was finally September, though school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world. I loved September weather with the air becoming more crisp and the leaves beginning to turn darker colors.
“Shannon, have you ever driven a car?” she asked me suddenly.
I blinked. “Yeah, I have before. Why?”
She took a deep breath in. “Well, you see, I have a friend, and well, he lives kinda far away, but I promised that I’d come by and see him today and my mom won’t take me. And I was wondering, well, if I got the keys if you’d drive me there. I mean, it’s not that far away and it wouldn’t take long and it’d be fun.”
“Er, Lisa, I dunno... I don’t have my license yet...”
“If you’re a good driver it won’t matter, will it?”
I bit my lower lip and thought on that. “Well, it won’t be such a big deal,” I concluded. “I mean, we’ll be back soon and no one will ever know we’re gone, right?”
She smiled. “Right!” She gave me a quick hug. “Thanks, Shannon! I owe you one!” then scurried towards her apartment. I stood there in the grass thinking about what I’d agreed to. Was I really going to drive a car with only my learner’s permit? A learner’s permit is for someone who can only drive with their parents or a licensed driver over the age of 21... and not only was Lisa under 21, but she wasn’t even a licensed driver yet!
She came back minutes later, smile on her face. “Got the keys! Mom’s busy helping Jason with his homework... she’ll be busy for hours. Won’t even notice we’re gone.” Jason was Lisa’s younger brother.
I grinned. “Great!” I said and took the keys from her.
I found her mom’s green Mustang. I unlocked the doors and we hopped inside. Wow, it was such a nice car. I’d never driven anything like it... my parents wouldn’t let me drive their nice cars... instead I drove a beat up old Chevy that hadn’t been driven since Matt got his license. I turned on the car and blared the radio, my favorite station was playing the greatest song ever. I admired the automatic windows and let the wind brush my hair out of my eyes. “Ready?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
She smiled like I’d never seen her smile before. Here we were, only 15 and 13 years old and we thought we were the greatest things to ever roam the planet. Who else actually had the guts to drive their friend’s mom’s brand-new 2004 Ford Mustang? I did, that’s for sure! And I was so great that I just KNEW we wouldn’t get caught because, after all, Lisa’s mom was helping Jason with his homework and Matt was working on his paper then taking a nap.
I pulled out of the parking lot in a nervous fit. I always get nervous when backing out of parking spaces, especially since I didn’t have my license and I didn’t want to hit any cars. Getting out of there was a breeze, and getting out of the neighborhood was even more of a breeze! How nice it felt, going 20 miles over the speed limit with the wind blowing my hair back and the radio blaring in my ears. Oh, how I love September!
Lisa directed me to her friend’s house, pointing out the roads I was to turn down until we finally pulled into the driveway of a large house with a white picket fence. All I could do was wonder if this family had the average 2.5 kids. That’s what white picket fences always remind me of.
Turns out, this family had five kids, and all of them were running around screaming when we got to his house. The boy’s name was Kyle and he was a 14 year old soccer player at Lisa’s school. He’d just broken up with his girlfriend and was devastated, but I could tell when Lisa walked in the door that he wasn’t *that* devastated, just wanted some female attention. You can’t really blame him... everyone needs attention from the opposite sex sometimes.
I noticed the time about halfway through the movie we were watching. For some unknown reason, I had gotten this really bad feeling in my stomach and looked up at the clock.
“Oh my God!” I squeaked. “Lisa! It’s nearly six! We’ve gotta go back home so they don’t suspect anything!”
Lisa lifted her head from Kyle’s shoulder. “Huh?” she said, completely oblivious to what I’d said.
“It’s getting late. We gotta go.”
She stretched out and looked at Kyle. “Aww, do you really hafta go?” he asked, giving her this puppy face.
“Sorry, Kyle... she’s the driver and it’s my mom’s car. I’ll come back over soon, though, I promise. Okay?”
His pouting stopped and he smiled, hugging her tightly. “Oh, well, all right,” he said. “See you guys later!”
He walked us to the door where the sun was just beginning to fall. “Sorry I dragged you out of there,” I said when we were safely out of his driveway.
“Oh, it’s okay,” she muttered. “He’s so cute. I like him a lot. Do you think he likes me?”
I shrugged. “Sure...” That’s when I realized I had no clue where I was. “Hey, uh, Lisa, do you know how to get home from here?”
She glanced at me then out the window and finally behind her. “Uh, I think you take a left at the red light..”
I took a left at the red light and then another left at the red light, and you’d think we’d have gone in a circle, or square rather, but we didn’t. We were lost.
“Oh, Shannon!” she said, burying her head in her hands. We’d been driving around for a good thirty minutes and the sun was down and it was getting closer and closer to being pitch black. “We’re lost! I don’t know what to do!”
I tried not to panic. “Just chill... we’ll find our way home.”
Oh and we found our way home, all right... about two hours later after we stopped by a gas station to get directions. We found our way home and we also found Lisa’s mom standing outside her doorway, arms folded.
She threw her hands up in the air as I pulled into the parking spot. “Where on earth have you girls been!” she shouted, opening Lisa’s door and grabbing her by the arm to pull her out. “We’ve been worried sick about you! I sent Matt out an hour ago to look for you girls. We’ve called all over the place! You are in some trouble, young lady!” She was dragging Lisa as she spoke. I was shivering with fear. She’d sent Matt out to look for us? That meant he’d be really upset with me...
Lisa’s mom practically snatched the keys from my hands. “Inside, both of you!” she ordered, smacking her daughter on the rear end as we approached the door. Lisa plopped down on the couch and I sat next to her. Her brother, Jason, was running around the house with his airplane toy and making obnoxious noises, and the dog was barking at him. Lisa’s mom rushed inside and slammed the door, instantly walking to the phone and dialing a number. Lisa gave me a pathetic look and I just returned it. Both of us were definitely not looking forward to what was going to happen.
“Hi, Matt?... yes, the girls have made it home.... Everything’s fine.... Yes, they had the car.... Yes, she was.... Okay, see you then,” she was saying, then hung the phone up. “Jason, go into your room with that,” she ordered her son.
“But Mo-om!” he whined.
“This instant!”
“Yes, ma’am.” The small boy tottled off to his room, airplane in hand. The dog stopped barking and flopped down on the floor next to the tv. Lisa’s mom paced around the room, not speaking. It seemed as if we had practically transformed houses -- we went from a very LOUD room to a very QUIET room. I didn’t know which was worse but I could feel the tension creeping through the air and I didn’t like it one bit.
I was startled when we heard a knock at the door after sitting through five minutes of silence. That’s when my heart began racing and my leg began thumping. Lisa’s mom opened the door to reveal a tall figure, hands on his hips, hair messed up, and a look of sheer disappointment spread across his face. It was Matt.
“You, young lady,” he said, pointing to me, “have a lot of explaining to do when we get home.”
I subconsciously gulped.
“Come on, Shannon. Let’s go.”
I stood up, wanting to clutch my bottom for fear of what was going to happen when we got home and I had to explain myself. “I’m really sorry,” I told Lisa’s mom.
She nodded. “I hope, Shannon, that you learn your lesson from what you did tonight. It’s never okay to take something that doesn’t belong to you, and it’s also not okay to go somewhere without telling someone where you are. What if you had gotten into an accident?”
I hung my head. “I know. It was a stupid thing to do. Please don’t go to hard on Lisa...”
Lisa’s mom didn’t say anything. I felt Matt tugging me towards the door.
I couldn’t help but let a few tears slide down my cheeks as we walked home in the darkness. It was already really late and I didn’t want to get in trouble before I went to bed... but there was really no way to get out of it...
“Shannon Kate, did you honestly drive that car?” Matt asked firmly.
I nodded. “Yes, I did... and I feel completely stupid for it, too.”
“I can’t believe that you’d do something like that...” We arrived at our own apartment and he unlocked the door then swung the door open. “You’re not even legally able to drive yet... and it wasn’t even your own car!” He paused to shut the door and lock it. “Sit down,” he ordered, pointing to the futon, “and tell me everything.”
I plopped down and wiped a tear away. Matt was towering over me, arms folded across his chest. “I dunno,” I began, “Lisa wanted to go see a friend and asked if I’d take her and practically begged so I told her I would...”
“So let me get this straight... you stole a car because your friend ‘practically begged’ you to take her somewhere?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?”
He was so angry that it was scaring me. I couldn’t even answer with my usual brattiness. I knew I was in too much trouble. “Yes,” I stammered. “It was totally stupid, Matt. And I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
“Damn right you’ll never do it again. I’m going to make sure of that.” He paused then sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. “Go to the bathroom and get that wooden hairbrush of yours,” he ordered.
“But Matt...” I protested.
“I mean it, Shannon. Don’t make me have to go in there and get it myself.”
“Please, Matt... I won’t do it again...” I begged.
He gave me an exasperated look. “If you don’t get that hairbrush in three seconds, you are going to be one sorry young lady, do you understand me?”
I managed to hop up from the futon in fear of what would happen if I didn’t get the brush. I already knew I was in for it, and I didn’t want more than was in store.
My legs felt like jelly as I walked towards the bathroom, the whole time biting my lower lip. I finally held the brush in my hands, running my fingertips over the smooth edge. In a matter of minutes, that damn thing would be raining down on my ass... and I was sure it’d hurt way more than Matt’s hand had.
“Shannon! I don’t have all day!” I heard Matt yell.
I glanced up, then back down at the brush, then paced myself. This wasn’t going to be fun.
When I walked back into the living room, I handed Matt the brush. “Okay, pants and panties down.”
I hesitantly unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor, then tugged my panties down to join them. He grabbed my left arm and steadied me over his lap.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Shannon,” he scolded, resting a warm hand on my bottom. “I can’t believe that you’d do such a thing. Stealing someone’s car and driving without a license and worrying me to death. We didn’t know what happened to you guys. You could have been in an accident and no one would have ever known. I hope you understand how serious this is...”
“I do,” I murmured, trying not to begin crying already.
“Good.” And with that, he lifted his hand and brought it down on my bottom, immediately getting a rhythm and spanking each cheek a few times in different spots, then concentrating on my sit spots and thighs, then going back to the cheeks. I was howling with pain.
“Owwwwwwiiieeeeee!” I squealed, kicking my legs.
“You will SMACK never SMACK steal again SMACK SMACK young lady SMACK SMACK SMACK! And SMACK you will SMACK always SMACK tell me SMACK SMACK where you’re SMACK going SMACK SMACK! And SMACK you will SMACK SMACK not drive a SMACK car SMACK SMACK unless I am SMACK in it with you SMACK SMACK SMACK! Do you understand? SMACK SMACK SMACK!”
“Ahhhooowwwwww yeesssssssss,” I whined.
“Good! SMACK SMACK!!”
He kept the smacks going for what felt like hours and my bottom felt like it was on fire and it hurt so much I couldn’t help but cry out in pain and try to wiggle away from his hand. But he kept a tight grip on me.
I had a false hope when he stopped spanking: I actually thought he was finished. The bad thing was that I actually tried to get up.
“I am NOT finished yet!” he scolded, picking up the brush and sending it right to my right thigh.
“YEOWWWWW!” I screamed, getting the message.
He steadied me back over his knee again. The tears were streaming down my face. “You will not get up until you are told to do so, Shannon,” he warned me, sending a second blow, this time to my left thigh.
“OWWWWWIIIIIEEEEESSSS!!! Yes sir!” I screamed.
He kept a firm grip on me. “You are fifteen years old, Little Sister. Fifteen smacks for stealing, fifteen smacks for underage driving. Those last two didn’t count. Okay?”
Tears steadily streaming down, I somehow managed to choke out, “yessir!”
He lifted the brush high in the air and smacked my already reddened backside, and I lost count after three spanks because it hurt so badly! All I could do was howl in pain and attempt to beg him to stop, but I couldn’t speak because I was crying so much.
Finally, after the thirty smacks were up, I was lying there motionless, bawling like a baby, too exhausted to fight anymore. He lifted me from his lap.
“It’s all over now, Shannon,” he whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly. “Shhhhhh, baby sis, it’s okay.” He rocked me back and forth. “You worried me a lot. I was scared something had happened to you. I care about you a lot.”
I nodded, pressing my face against his chest. “I’m sorry,” I blubbered through tears.
“You’re forgiven,” he said, and I could feel him smiling.
We stayed like that for a while until he carried me to my room and tucked me into bed, turning the light off and saying, “goodnight, kiddo.”
Kyle’s House
by Breanna Carter
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Lisa knocked on the door. I was sitting in the living room watching tv, feet propped up on the coffee table and munching on some Cheerios and Matt was sitting at the kitchen table doing a research paper. We both recognized the knock at the same time but neither of us bothered to get up and answer it until she knocked the second time.
“Fine, I’ll get it,” I muttered, putting the box of Cheerios on the coffee table where my feet had been and scooting towards the door.
“Hi!” Lisa said, bright smile and that thirteen year-old enthusiam that I wished I had.
“Hey,” I murmured back. I opened the door wider, inviting her to come inside.
“Oh, hey,” Matt said. “How’s it goin’, Lisa?”
“Going great. Wanna hang out for a little while?” she asked me.
I shrugged. Since school had started back I didn’t want to go out often, but it was a Sunday and I was bored. I looked at Matt. “Is that okay with you?”
He nodded. “Whatever you want. I’m going to finish this last paragraph then head off for a little nap. I need a break.” He took a sip of his coffee and continued writing.
“Let’s go,” I told Lisa, practically pushing her outside of the doorway.
“Don’t go anywhere too far away!” Matt was yelling as I walked outside the door.
She sun was shining brightly in the sky and blinding me. I was glad that it was finally September, though school wasn’t the greatest thing in the world. I loved September weather with the air becoming more crisp and the leaves beginning to turn darker colors.
“Shannon, have you ever driven a car?” she asked me suddenly.
I blinked. “Yeah, I have before. Why?”
She took a deep breath in. “Well, you see, I have a friend, and well, he lives kinda far away, but I promised that I’d come by and see him today and my mom won’t take me. And I was wondering, well, if I got the keys if you’d drive me there. I mean, it’s not that far away and it wouldn’t take long and it’d be fun.”
“Er, Lisa, I dunno... I don’t have my license yet...”
“If you’re a good driver it won’t matter, will it?”
I bit my lower lip and thought on that. “Well, it won’t be such a big deal,” I concluded. “I mean, we’ll be back soon and no one will ever know we’re gone, right?”
She smiled. “Right!” She gave me a quick hug. “Thanks, Shannon! I owe you one!” then scurried towards her apartment. I stood there in the grass thinking about what I’d agreed to. Was I really going to drive a car with only my learner’s permit? A learner’s permit is for someone who can only drive with their parents or a licensed driver over the age of 21... and not only was Lisa under 21, but she wasn’t even a licensed driver yet!
She came back minutes later, smile on her face. “Got the keys! Mom’s busy helping Jason with his homework... she’ll be busy for hours. Won’t even notice we’re gone.” Jason was Lisa’s younger brother.
I grinned. “Great!” I said and took the keys from her.
I found her mom’s green Mustang. I unlocked the doors and we hopped inside. Wow, it was such a nice car. I’d never driven anything like it... my parents wouldn’t let me drive their nice cars... instead I drove a beat up old Chevy that hadn’t been driven since Matt got his license. I turned on the car and blared the radio, my favorite station was playing the greatest song ever. I admired the automatic windows and let the wind brush my hair out of my eyes. “Ready?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
She smiled like I’d never seen her smile before. Here we were, only 15 and 13 years old and we thought we were the greatest things to ever roam the planet. Who else actually had the guts to drive their friend’s mom’s brand-new 2004 Ford Mustang? I did, that’s for sure! And I was so great that I just KNEW we wouldn’t get caught because, after all, Lisa’s mom was helping Jason with his homework and Matt was working on his paper then taking a nap.
I pulled out of the parking lot in a nervous fit. I always get nervous when backing out of parking spaces, especially since I didn’t have my license and I didn’t want to hit any cars. Getting out of there was a breeze, and getting out of the neighborhood was even more of a breeze! How nice it felt, going 20 miles over the speed limit with the wind blowing my hair back and the radio blaring in my ears. Oh, how I love September!
Lisa directed me to her friend’s house, pointing out the roads I was to turn down until we finally pulled into the driveway of a large house with a white picket fence. All I could do was wonder if this family had the average 2.5 kids. That’s what white picket fences always remind me of.
Turns out, this family had five kids, and all of them were running around screaming when we got to his house. The boy’s name was Kyle and he was a 14 year old soccer player at Lisa’s school. He’d just broken up with his girlfriend and was devastated, but I could tell when Lisa walked in the door that he wasn’t *that* devastated, just wanted some female attention. You can’t really blame him... everyone needs attention from the opposite sex sometimes.
I noticed the time about halfway through the movie we were watching. For some unknown reason, I had gotten this really bad feeling in my stomach and looked up at the clock.
“Oh my God!” I squeaked. “Lisa! It’s nearly six! We’ve gotta go back home so they don’t suspect anything!”
Lisa lifted her head from Kyle’s shoulder. “Huh?” she said, completely oblivious to what I’d said.
“It’s getting late. We gotta go.”
She stretched out and looked at Kyle. “Aww, do you really hafta go?” he asked, giving her this puppy face.
“Sorry, Kyle... she’s the driver and it’s my mom’s car. I’ll come back over soon, though, I promise. Okay?”
His pouting stopped and he smiled, hugging her tightly. “Oh, well, all right,” he said. “See you guys later!”
He walked us to the door where the sun was just beginning to fall. “Sorry I dragged you out of there,” I said when we were safely out of his driveway.
“Oh, it’s okay,” she muttered. “He’s so cute. I like him a lot. Do you think he likes me?”
I shrugged. “Sure...” That’s when I realized I had no clue where I was. “Hey, uh, Lisa, do you know how to get home from here?”
She glanced at me then out the window and finally behind her. “Uh, I think you take a left at the red light..”
I took a left at the red light and then another left at the red light, and you’d think we’d have gone in a circle, or square rather, but we didn’t. We were lost.
“Oh, Shannon!” she said, burying her head in her hands. We’d been driving around for a good thirty minutes and the sun was down and it was getting closer and closer to being pitch black. “We’re lost! I don’t know what to do!”
I tried not to panic. “Just chill... we’ll find our way home.”
Oh and we found our way home, all right... about two hours later after we stopped by a gas station to get directions. We found our way home and we also found Lisa’s mom standing outside her doorway, arms folded.
She threw her hands up in the air as I pulled into the parking spot. “Where on earth have you girls been!” she shouted, opening Lisa’s door and grabbing her by the arm to pull her out. “We’ve been worried sick about you! I sent Matt out an hour ago to look for you girls. We’ve called all over the place! You are in some trouble, young lady!” She was dragging Lisa as she spoke. I was shivering with fear. She’d sent Matt out to look for us? That meant he’d be really upset with me...
Lisa’s mom practically snatched the keys from my hands. “Inside, both of you!” she ordered, smacking her daughter on the rear end as we approached the door. Lisa plopped down on the couch and I sat next to her. Her brother, Jason, was running around the house with his airplane toy and making obnoxious noises, and the dog was barking at him. Lisa’s mom rushed inside and slammed the door, instantly walking to the phone and dialing a number. Lisa gave me a pathetic look and I just returned it. Both of us were definitely not looking forward to what was going to happen.
“Hi, Matt?... yes, the girls have made it home.... Everything’s fine.... Yes, they had the car.... Yes, she was.... Okay, see you then,” she was saying, then hung the phone up. “Jason, go into your room with that,” she ordered her son.
“But Mo-om!” he whined.
“This instant!”
“Yes, ma’am.” The small boy tottled off to his room, airplane in hand. The dog stopped barking and flopped down on the floor next to the tv. Lisa’s mom paced around the room, not speaking. It seemed as if we had practically transformed houses -- we went from a very LOUD room to a very QUIET room. I didn’t know which was worse but I could feel the tension creeping through the air and I didn’t like it one bit.
I was startled when we heard a knock at the door after sitting through five minutes of silence. That’s when my heart began racing and my leg began thumping. Lisa’s mom opened the door to reveal a tall figure, hands on his hips, hair messed up, and a look of sheer disappointment spread across his face. It was Matt.
“You, young lady,” he said, pointing to me, “have a lot of explaining to do when we get home.”
I subconsciously gulped.
“Come on, Shannon. Let’s go.”
I stood up, wanting to clutch my bottom for fear of what was going to happen when we got home and I had to explain myself. “I’m really sorry,” I told Lisa’s mom.
She nodded. “I hope, Shannon, that you learn your lesson from what you did tonight. It’s never okay to take something that doesn’t belong to you, and it’s also not okay to go somewhere without telling someone where you are. What if you had gotten into an accident?”
I hung my head. “I know. It was a stupid thing to do. Please don’t go to hard on Lisa...”
Lisa’s mom didn’t say anything. I felt Matt tugging me towards the door.
I couldn’t help but let a few tears slide down my cheeks as we walked home in the darkness. It was already really late and I didn’t want to get in trouble before I went to bed... but there was really no way to get out of it...
“Shannon Kate, did you honestly drive that car?” Matt asked firmly.
I nodded. “Yes, I did... and I feel completely stupid for it, too.”
“I can’t believe that you’d do something like that...” We arrived at our own apartment and he unlocked the door then swung the door open. “You’re not even legally able to drive yet... and it wasn’t even your own car!” He paused to shut the door and lock it. “Sit down,” he ordered, pointing to the futon, “and tell me everything.”
I plopped down and wiped a tear away. Matt was towering over me, arms folded across his chest. “I dunno,” I began, “Lisa wanted to go see a friend and asked if I’d take her and practically begged so I told her I would...”
“So let me get this straight... you stole a car because your friend ‘practically begged’ you to take her somewhere?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?”
He was so angry that it was scaring me. I couldn’t even answer with my usual brattiness. I knew I was in too much trouble. “Yes,” I stammered. “It was totally stupid, Matt. And I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
“Damn right you’ll never do it again. I’m going to make sure of that.” He paused then sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. “Go to the bathroom and get that wooden hairbrush of yours,” he ordered.
“But Matt...” I protested.
“I mean it, Shannon. Don’t make me have to go in there and get it myself.”
“Please, Matt... I won’t do it again...” I begged.
He gave me an exasperated look. “If you don’t get that hairbrush in three seconds, you are going to be one sorry young lady, do you understand me?”
I managed to hop up from the futon in fear of what would happen if I didn’t get the brush. I already knew I was in for it, and I didn’t want more than was in store.
My legs felt like jelly as I walked towards the bathroom, the whole time biting my lower lip. I finally held the brush in my hands, running my fingertips over the smooth edge. In a matter of minutes, that damn thing would be raining down on my ass... and I was sure it’d hurt way more than Matt’s hand had.
“Shannon! I don’t have all day!” I heard Matt yell.
I glanced up, then back down at the brush, then paced myself. This wasn’t going to be fun.
When I walked back into the living room, I handed Matt the brush. “Okay, pants and panties down.”
I hesitantly unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor, then tugged my panties down to join them. He grabbed my left arm and steadied me over his lap.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Shannon,” he scolded, resting a warm hand on my bottom. “I can’t believe that you’d do such a thing. Stealing someone’s car and driving without a license and worrying me to death. We didn’t know what happened to you guys. You could have been in an accident and no one would have ever known. I hope you understand how serious this is...”
“I do,” I murmured, trying not to begin crying already.
“Good.” And with that, he lifted his hand and brought it down on my bottom, immediately getting a rhythm and spanking each cheek a few times in different spots, then concentrating on my sit spots and thighs, then going back to the cheeks. I was howling with pain.
“Owwwwwwiiieeeeee!” I squealed, kicking my legs.
“You will SMACK never SMACK steal again SMACK SMACK young lady SMACK SMACK SMACK! And SMACK you will SMACK always SMACK tell me SMACK SMACK where you’re SMACK going SMACK SMACK! And SMACK you will SMACK SMACK not drive a SMACK car SMACK SMACK unless I am SMACK in it with you SMACK SMACK SMACK! Do you understand? SMACK SMACK SMACK!”
“Ahhhooowwwwww yeesssssssss,” I whined.
“Good! SMACK SMACK!!”
He kept the smacks going for what felt like hours and my bottom felt like it was on fire and it hurt so much I couldn’t help but cry out in pain and try to wiggle away from his hand. But he kept a tight grip on me.
I had a false hope when he stopped spanking: I actually thought he was finished. The bad thing was that I actually tried to get up.
“I am NOT finished yet!” he scolded, picking up the brush and sending it right to my right thigh.
“YEOWWWWW!” I screamed, getting the message.
He steadied me back over his knee again. The tears were streaming down my face. “You will not get up until you are told to do so, Shannon,” he warned me, sending a second blow, this time to my left thigh.
“OWWWWWIIIIIEEEEESSSS!!! Yes sir!” I screamed.
He kept a firm grip on me. “You are fifteen years old, Little Sister. Fifteen smacks for stealing, fifteen smacks for underage driving. Those last two didn’t count. Okay?”
Tears steadily streaming down, I somehow managed to choke out, “yessir!”
He lifted the brush high in the air and smacked my already reddened backside, and I lost count after three spanks because it hurt so badly! All I could do was howl in pain and attempt to beg him to stop, but I couldn’t speak because I was crying so much.
Finally, after the thirty smacks were up, I was lying there motionless, bawling like a baby, too exhausted to fight anymore. He lifted me from his lap.
“It’s all over now, Shannon,” he whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly. “Shhhhhh, baby sis, it’s okay.” He rocked me back and forth. “You worried me a lot. I was scared something had happened to you. I care about you a lot.”
I nodded, pressing my face against his chest. “I’m sorry,” I blubbered through tears.
“You’re forgiven,” he said, and I could feel him smiling.
We stayed like that for a while until he carried me to my room and tucked me into bed, turning the light off and saying, “goodnight, kiddo.”
13 April 2004
Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 1
The first journal entry in Aerial's Diary. This series is a fanfic based off of the Challenges on MTV... I created Tara and Aerial, but the rest are actual characters from reality tv shows. This week, Aerial introduces the challenge and discusses her fight with Tara (and the consequences of that fight).
Aerial's Diary - Week 1
by Breanna Carter
Dear Journal,
Okay, so this is my Journal for this stupid challenge. I guess I should start off by explaining what exactly it is. Well, obviously, it’s the challenge between the Road Rules, that’s my team, and the Real World, the other team. They’re the drama queens and we’re the competitors. We like to kick ass and win. Anyway, so yeah. The challenge is basically that we have three missions to complete a week and we go against the Real World team. If we win, we get $10,000. Isn’t that nice? If we lose, well, we get pissed. That’s what it seems like so far at least. The cool thing is that, unlike previous challenges, we get to keep all of our players, and it looks like we have a really good team.
There’s 10 players on each team, and I’m going to go ahead and tell you who everyone is so you don’t get confused. On my team, the blue team, the Road Rules, there are five guys -- Adam, Theo, Darrell, Jeremy, and Abram. On The Box, everyone has a brother/sister. It sounds weird, I know. The purpose is that whomever is doing poorly in the missions has a brother/sister responsible to tell them that they need to step up. Okay, so Abram is my brother. If I start slacking off, he will do whatever it takes to get me to work out more and do better on missions. Anyway, that’s not the point. I think I’m probably confusing you. The girls on our team are Aerial (that’s me -- and no Little Mermaid jokes or I’ll kill you!), Veronica, Cara, Christena, and Sara. On the Real World is Mike, CT, Theo (yes, there’s two of them), Ace, Nathan, Tara, Trishelle, Mallory, Leah, and Coral. Tara and I are the babies. We’re the only two who haven’t done anything like this before and we’re both only 18, whereas, the rest of the people are in their 20s.
Anyway, I’m glad the introductions are finished because I’m ready to get on with my story. I won’t even waste time with the missions, just tell you the stuff that they won’t put on tv, because the missions aren’t important.
Like I said, Tara and I are the babies and since we live in this house together, people expect us to get along. Well, firstly, I don’t just get along with everybody I see, and she was kinda bitchy to me to begin with. So when we met in the living room one night, some of the guys were partying, except for Abram, who was eating and talking to CT, who was also not partying. Well, I wasn’t in the mood to get drunk, and besides, Abram already told me that since I wasn’t of age, I wasn’t allowed to (but sometimes I still snuck a drink when he was too shit-faced to notice). So I was sitting there in this chair, staring into space when Tara comes up to me and says, “hey, I was sitting there.” Like a fucking five year old with this sandwich in her hand like she’s going to throw it at me or something.
Well, playing this five year old game I say, “well, you’re not anymore.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, murmuring “bitch” under her breath.
Uh, excuse me? Don’t call me a bitch! So I stood up and said, “Hey, if you have a fucking problem, just say it.”
And she says, “Yeah I have a fucking problem,” getting up in my face. “You’ve been bitchy to me ever since I got here and I’ve *tried* to be nice to you, I’ve tried to get along, but you’re acting like a two year old.”
And I say, “I’M acting like a two year old? You’re the one that came in here whining because I took your fucking chair.”
“Girls, girls, settle down,” Abe said, and I noticed that he and CT had stopped talking and were now staring at us.
But Tara didn’t settle down. “The only reason I said anything about it is because I’m sick of you pushing me around!” she screamed.
“I’m not pushing you around!”
“Yes you are!” she argued. “You’re treating me like a fucking doormat and I’m sick of it!”
I was fuming, but before I could come back and say anything, Abe pushed me out of the way. “Go upstairs, kiddo, and calm down.”
I took a deep breath in and pushed through them, being sure to shove Tara on my way out.
I guess I was pretty pissed at Tara because the next day when we were at our mission I kind of said a few choice words to her. She exchanged back, but that was about all.
It went on like that for a week until Friday night when we all decided to party. Well, CT wasn’t feeling all that well, so he was lying on the couch and someone bet Abe that he couldn’t go the entire night without alcohol so they were the two again who weren’t drinking. This time, though, I decided to have some, and what Abe didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. Who cared if he got pissed at me? He’d get over it.
So I drank a screwdriver and was a little tipsy when Tara came into the room. I don’t think it was the alcohol that made me call her all sorts of names. I called her everything I could think of, which surprisingly, was a lot, then I made fun of everything about her and I could see her bunching her fists up and everything. I was so pleased with myself that I cackled and went back to the living room to talk to CT, Abe, Mike, and Darrell but before I even made it all the way there, she shot some words back at me. I totally wasn’t expecting it.
“Excuse me?” I said to her.
“You heard me,” she answered.
“I don’t think you know who you’re fucking with.”
She stepped closer. “You don’t intimidate me.”
I stepped closer. “You SHOULD be intimidated.” Hey, I was tipsy, that was the best comeback I had.
“Look, we live in this house together, we might as well get along,” she said, becoming the good guy in the situation.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, bitch. You started this whole thing anyway,” I said, then turned around, only to fall flat on my face. Don’t tell anyone, but I think I just tripped over a table or my own feet or something, and I even knew that at the time, but I was so pissed at Tara I decided to blame her.
I stood up and turned around and tackled her. In a matter of seconds, the four guys in the living room were surrounding us and some of the people from the other room were in there and I was hitting her and she was hitting me and Abram was yelling and Mike was yelling and Darrell was laughing and Veronica stepped in to try and break it up but got slapped and stepped back. Hahaha, it was really funny.
Anyway, so Darrell is about to die laughing, and Mike is trying to pry Tara away from me, and CT is glaring at us, and Abram is just kind of standing there, hands on hips, trying to figure out what the hell to do. Mike is completely wasted, so his attempts to get Tara and me apart are futile. Veronica is pissed because she got slapped, and everyone else is either standing there with a dumb look on their face or laughing with Darrell.
Finally Abram yells, “GODDAMMIT AERIAL, KNOCK IT OFF!” and it scared me so badly because I’d never heard him use that word before. It scared me enough that I stopped long enough for Mike to separate the two of us, then Abram grabs my arm and pulls me up. By this time, CT is standing over Tara and pulling her up as well, and then they practically drag us upstairs to a common room type area. “Geeze, you’ve been drinking,” Abe said as he sat me down and towered over me.
No shit, Abe.
CT threw Tara next to me and there we were, two little girls with two angry guys standing in front of us, Abe’s hands on his hips and CT’s arms folded. I felt like a little kid who’d gotten caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Actually, I was a little kid, and at that moment, I had this really weird feeling inside of me and I blushed like crazy because I actually *liked* feeling like that. I hoped neither CT nor Abram noticed that look on my face.
Abe paced back and forth, anger filling his body, it was apparant. I just sat there in this uncomforatble silence, not regretting a thing I had done.
“Abram, you’re making me dizzy,” I said, slouched back in my seat.
He stopped pacing and looked at me.
CT looked at him. “Let’s talk for a minute,” he said. The two guys walked out of the room and conversed quietly.
I sighed at Tara. “I hope they don’t kick us off the team for this,” I muttered.
“Too bad CT and Abe aren’t drunk, then they wouldn’t care.”
I nodded.
CT came back in the room, followed by Abe.
“Girls,” CT began, standing again where he was towering over us. I looked around and noticed that there were tons of cameras around. I mean, I’m used to it and all, so I don’t notice it often. Come to think of it, when we had been fighting it seemed like there were a lot of cameras around, too. Anyway, so CT was talking, “Abe and I have decided since you’re both our responsibilites that we’re going to handle this the old-fashioned way and I’m going to spank Tara, and Abram’s going to spank Aerial.”
I think when CT came to that conclusion my heart literally stopped. And not only did my heart stop, I got another weird feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t tell if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling.
The guys let it sink in for a moment. I looked at Tara who was biting her lower lip. I wondered if she’d ever been spanked before. I know I hadn’t. I wondered if Abram or CT had ever spanked anyone before. I wondered so much... but I figured then wasn’t the greatest time to ask.
“Okay,” Abram said after a moment of silence, “Aerial, come with me.” I swallowed this big lump in my throat and stood, taking his hand and following him into my bedroom.
He sat down and beckoned me forward. “Abe? Have you ever done this before?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, a few times. Why?”
“I’ve never been spanked before,” I admitted, wishing that I’d drank more alcohol so I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.
“I didn’t figure you had, cause then you wouldn’t be so bratty,” he said.
Me, bratty? NO WAY!
I didn’t say anything to him though.
“Okay, kiddo, over my lap.”
I sniffled a little, looking nervously around the room. “You guys aren’t going to air this on tv, are you?” I asked the camera man, knowing he wouldn’t answer me.
“Yeah, man, can you give us a little privacy?” Abe asked in this most polite voice. I turned back to him and he pushed the blonde hair of his eyes. He’s SO adorable! So the camera man left and I cleared my throat then got over his lap. Ugh, it was soooo comfortable over his lap and that’s when I realized the feeling in my stomach was a GOOD feeling and I was enjoying this way too much.
Then he did something I totally wasn’t expecting. He tugged my shorts and my panties down to my knees. Funny thing is, I didn’t put up a fight or struggle or anything. Maybe I was just too nervous. He rested his hand on my rear end, and I just buried my face into the blankets.
“Aerial, first off, I want you to know that I’m pissed you drank, because you’re too young and it’s not good for you anyway. Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” I replied, head still buried into the blanket.
“And secondly, I’m upset because you’ve been fighting with Tara all week, but mostly because you got in a physical fight today and when we tried to break you guys up, you just kept at it. That’s not cool, kiddo, not cool at all.”
“I know,” I admitted, wishing he’d just keep me in that position all night and that’d be fine with me.
But he didn’t. “I’m about to start, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmured, taking a deep breath in.
I felt his hand being lifted from my bottom and I couldn’t help but get all nervous because it’d never happened before. He landed the first smack and, oh man, I can’t explain this amazing feeling I had. All I did was wince a little because it wasn’t that hard. I knew he could spank much harder than that cause Abram is a strong guy. Trust me, I know. I’m on a team with him. He landed the next series of smacks and they got harder and harder as time passed. I don’t know how many time he slapped my bottom -- I lost count after 40 because he was spanking so hard and so quickly that it was beginning to hurt and I couldn’t concentrate on counting. But trust me, it was WAY more than 40 spanks... it felt like 400! By the time he was finished I was actually crying and pleading for him to stop. In fact, I’d been doing that for a while and it didn’t move him in the least bit. He just kept lecturing me on doing as I was told and NOT drinking, and I kept assuring him that I wouldn’t do it and begged him to please stop. When he stopped, my entire bottom was aching and my thighs hurt because he really enjoyed spanking where I would feel it when I sat. And TRUST ME, when I sat, I felt it... for at least a day or two.
Anyway, so after he spanked me, he lifted me from his lap and let me cry on his shoulder for a little while and just held me there, like a big brother would do. I dunno, though... I really liked the whole experience and I want to do it again...
The next morning, I saw Tara who was still rubbing her bottom (too) and I figured that she’d gotten it just as bad as me. I smiled at her and apologized for being so mean, not because Abe told me to, but because I felt as if we were connected somehow, by being punished like eight year olds. She smiled at me and said she was sorry, too. I was totally tempted to ask her about her spanking, but decided to let it go. That’d be another conversation we’d have.
I SO hope they don’t show that on tv because it’d be uber embarrassing.
Anyway, I’ll write more next week, so STAY TUNED. :)
Later,
Aerial
Aerial's Diary - Week 1
by Breanna Carter
Dear Journal,
Okay, so this is my Journal for this stupid challenge. I guess I should start off by explaining what exactly it is. Well, obviously, it’s the challenge between the Road Rules, that’s my team, and the Real World, the other team. They’re the drama queens and we’re the competitors. We like to kick ass and win. Anyway, so yeah. The challenge is basically that we have three missions to complete a week and we go against the Real World team. If we win, we get $10,000. Isn’t that nice? If we lose, well, we get pissed. That’s what it seems like so far at least. The cool thing is that, unlike previous challenges, we get to keep all of our players, and it looks like we have a really good team.
There’s 10 players on each team, and I’m going to go ahead and tell you who everyone is so you don’t get confused. On my team, the blue team, the Road Rules, there are five guys -- Adam, Theo, Darrell, Jeremy, and Abram. On The Box, everyone has a brother/sister. It sounds weird, I know. The purpose is that whomever is doing poorly in the missions has a brother/sister responsible to tell them that they need to step up. Okay, so Abram is my brother. If I start slacking off, he will do whatever it takes to get me to work out more and do better on missions. Anyway, that’s not the point. I think I’m probably confusing you. The girls on our team are Aerial (that’s me -- and no Little Mermaid jokes or I’ll kill you!), Veronica, Cara, Christena, and Sara. On the Real World is Mike, CT, Theo (yes, there’s two of them), Ace, Nathan, Tara, Trishelle, Mallory, Leah, and Coral. Tara and I are the babies. We’re the only two who haven’t done anything like this before and we’re both only 18, whereas, the rest of the people are in their 20s.
Anyway, I’m glad the introductions are finished because I’m ready to get on with my story. I won’t even waste time with the missions, just tell you the stuff that they won’t put on tv, because the missions aren’t important.
Like I said, Tara and I are the babies and since we live in this house together, people expect us to get along. Well, firstly, I don’t just get along with everybody I see, and she was kinda bitchy to me to begin with. So when we met in the living room one night, some of the guys were partying, except for Abram, who was eating and talking to CT, who was also not partying. Well, I wasn’t in the mood to get drunk, and besides, Abram already told me that since I wasn’t of age, I wasn’t allowed to (but sometimes I still snuck a drink when he was too shit-faced to notice). So I was sitting there in this chair, staring into space when Tara comes up to me and says, “hey, I was sitting there.” Like a fucking five year old with this sandwich in her hand like she’s going to throw it at me or something.
Well, playing this five year old game I say, “well, you’re not anymore.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, murmuring “bitch” under her breath.
Uh, excuse me? Don’t call me a bitch! So I stood up and said, “Hey, if you have a fucking problem, just say it.”
And she says, “Yeah I have a fucking problem,” getting up in my face. “You’ve been bitchy to me ever since I got here and I’ve *tried* to be nice to you, I’ve tried to get along, but you’re acting like a two year old.”
And I say, “I’M acting like a two year old? You’re the one that came in here whining because I took your fucking chair.”
“Girls, girls, settle down,” Abe said, and I noticed that he and CT had stopped talking and were now staring at us.
But Tara didn’t settle down. “The only reason I said anything about it is because I’m sick of you pushing me around!” she screamed.
“I’m not pushing you around!”
“Yes you are!” she argued. “You’re treating me like a fucking doormat and I’m sick of it!”
I was fuming, but before I could come back and say anything, Abe pushed me out of the way. “Go upstairs, kiddo, and calm down.”
I took a deep breath in and pushed through them, being sure to shove Tara on my way out.
I guess I was pretty pissed at Tara because the next day when we were at our mission I kind of said a few choice words to her. She exchanged back, but that was about all.
It went on like that for a week until Friday night when we all decided to party. Well, CT wasn’t feeling all that well, so he was lying on the couch and someone bet Abe that he couldn’t go the entire night without alcohol so they were the two again who weren’t drinking. This time, though, I decided to have some, and what Abe didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. Who cared if he got pissed at me? He’d get over it.
So I drank a screwdriver and was a little tipsy when Tara came into the room. I don’t think it was the alcohol that made me call her all sorts of names. I called her everything I could think of, which surprisingly, was a lot, then I made fun of everything about her and I could see her bunching her fists up and everything. I was so pleased with myself that I cackled and went back to the living room to talk to CT, Abe, Mike, and Darrell but before I even made it all the way there, she shot some words back at me. I totally wasn’t expecting it.
“Excuse me?” I said to her.
“You heard me,” she answered.
“I don’t think you know who you’re fucking with.”
She stepped closer. “You don’t intimidate me.”
I stepped closer. “You SHOULD be intimidated.” Hey, I was tipsy, that was the best comeback I had.
“Look, we live in this house together, we might as well get along,” she said, becoming the good guy in the situation.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, bitch. You started this whole thing anyway,” I said, then turned around, only to fall flat on my face. Don’t tell anyone, but I think I just tripped over a table or my own feet or something, and I even knew that at the time, but I was so pissed at Tara I decided to blame her.
I stood up and turned around and tackled her. In a matter of seconds, the four guys in the living room were surrounding us and some of the people from the other room were in there and I was hitting her and she was hitting me and Abram was yelling and Mike was yelling and Darrell was laughing and Veronica stepped in to try and break it up but got slapped and stepped back. Hahaha, it was really funny.
Anyway, so Darrell is about to die laughing, and Mike is trying to pry Tara away from me, and CT is glaring at us, and Abram is just kind of standing there, hands on hips, trying to figure out what the hell to do. Mike is completely wasted, so his attempts to get Tara and me apart are futile. Veronica is pissed because she got slapped, and everyone else is either standing there with a dumb look on their face or laughing with Darrell.
Finally Abram yells, “GODDAMMIT AERIAL, KNOCK IT OFF!” and it scared me so badly because I’d never heard him use that word before. It scared me enough that I stopped long enough for Mike to separate the two of us, then Abram grabs my arm and pulls me up. By this time, CT is standing over Tara and pulling her up as well, and then they practically drag us upstairs to a common room type area. “Geeze, you’ve been drinking,” Abe said as he sat me down and towered over me.
No shit, Abe.
CT threw Tara next to me and there we were, two little girls with two angry guys standing in front of us, Abe’s hands on his hips and CT’s arms folded. I felt like a little kid who’d gotten caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Actually, I was a little kid, and at that moment, I had this really weird feeling inside of me and I blushed like crazy because I actually *liked* feeling like that. I hoped neither CT nor Abram noticed that look on my face.
Abe paced back and forth, anger filling his body, it was apparant. I just sat there in this uncomforatble silence, not regretting a thing I had done.
“Abram, you’re making me dizzy,” I said, slouched back in my seat.
He stopped pacing and looked at me.
CT looked at him. “Let’s talk for a minute,” he said. The two guys walked out of the room and conversed quietly.
I sighed at Tara. “I hope they don’t kick us off the team for this,” I muttered.
“Too bad CT and Abe aren’t drunk, then they wouldn’t care.”
I nodded.
CT came back in the room, followed by Abe.
“Girls,” CT began, standing again where he was towering over us. I looked around and noticed that there were tons of cameras around. I mean, I’m used to it and all, so I don’t notice it often. Come to think of it, when we had been fighting it seemed like there were a lot of cameras around, too. Anyway, so CT was talking, “Abe and I have decided since you’re both our responsibilites that we’re going to handle this the old-fashioned way and I’m going to spank Tara, and Abram’s going to spank Aerial.”
I think when CT came to that conclusion my heart literally stopped. And not only did my heart stop, I got another weird feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t tell if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling.
The guys let it sink in for a moment. I looked at Tara who was biting her lower lip. I wondered if she’d ever been spanked before. I know I hadn’t. I wondered if Abram or CT had ever spanked anyone before. I wondered so much... but I figured then wasn’t the greatest time to ask.
“Okay,” Abram said after a moment of silence, “Aerial, come with me.” I swallowed this big lump in my throat and stood, taking his hand and following him into my bedroom.
He sat down and beckoned me forward. “Abe? Have you ever done this before?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, a few times. Why?”
“I’ve never been spanked before,” I admitted, wishing that I’d drank more alcohol so I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.
“I didn’t figure you had, cause then you wouldn’t be so bratty,” he said.
Me, bratty? NO WAY!
I didn’t say anything to him though.
“Okay, kiddo, over my lap.”
I sniffled a little, looking nervously around the room. “You guys aren’t going to air this on tv, are you?” I asked the camera man, knowing he wouldn’t answer me.
“Yeah, man, can you give us a little privacy?” Abe asked in this most polite voice. I turned back to him and he pushed the blonde hair of his eyes. He’s SO adorable! So the camera man left and I cleared my throat then got over his lap. Ugh, it was soooo comfortable over his lap and that’s when I realized the feeling in my stomach was a GOOD feeling and I was enjoying this way too much.
Then he did something I totally wasn’t expecting. He tugged my shorts and my panties down to my knees. Funny thing is, I didn’t put up a fight or struggle or anything. Maybe I was just too nervous. He rested his hand on my rear end, and I just buried my face into the blankets.
“Aerial, first off, I want you to know that I’m pissed you drank, because you’re too young and it’s not good for you anyway. Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” I replied, head still buried into the blanket.
“And secondly, I’m upset because you’ve been fighting with Tara all week, but mostly because you got in a physical fight today and when we tried to break you guys up, you just kept at it. That’s not cool, kiddo, not cool at all.”
“I know,” I admitted, wishing he’d just keep me in that position all night and that’d be fine with me.
But he didn’t. “I’m about to start, okay?”
“Okay,” I murmured, taking a deep breath in.
I felt his hand being lifted from my bottom and I couldn’t help but get all nervous because it’d never happened before. He landed the first smack and, oh man, I can’t explain this amazing feeling I had. All I did was wince a little because it wasn’t that hard. I knew he could spank much harder than that cause Abram is a strong guy. Trust me, I know. I’m on a team with him. He landed the next series of smacks and they got harder and harder as time passed. I don’t know how many time he slapped my bottom -- I lost count after 40 because he was spanking so hard and so quickly that it was beginning to hurt and I couldn’t concentrate on counting. But trust me, it was WAY more than 40 spanks... it felt like 400! By the time he was finished I was actually crying and pleading for him to stop. In fact, I’d been doing that for a while and it didn’t move him in the least bit. He just kept lecturing me on doing as I was told and NOT drinking, and I kept assuring him that I wouldn’t do it and begged him to please stop. When he stopped, my entire bottom was aching and my thighs hurt because he really enjoyed spanking where I would feel it when I sat. And TRUST ME, when I sat, I felt it... for at least a day or two.
Anyway, so after he spanked me, he lifted me from his lap and let me cry on his shoulder for a little while and just held me there, like a big brother would do. I dunno, though... I really liked the whole experience and I want to do it again...
The next morning, I saw Tara who was still rubbing her bottom (too) and I figured that she’d gotten it just as bad as me. I smiled at her and apologized for being so mean, not because Abe told me to, but because I felt as if we were connected somehow, by being punished like eight year olds. She smiled at me and said she was sorry, too. I was totally tempted to ask her about her spanking, but decided to let it go. That’d be another conversation we’d have.
I SO hope they don’t show that on tv because it’d be uber embarrassing.
Anyway, I’ll write more next week, so STAY TUNED. :)
Later,
Aerial
12 April 2004
Story: Practice Still Makes Perfect
Part of the Practice Makes Perfect mini series. Amy's senior year in high school, she is given the opportunity to play with a college orchestra. Little did she know that she would come into contact with Jeremy again. They strike up a conversation about the past... literally.
Practice Still Makes Perfect
by Breanna Carter
When I was a sophomore in high school, I was admitted into the advanced orchestra class. That was an interesting year, to say the least. I became fairly decent friends with the first chair guy named Jeremy, who was a senior. In fact, by the middle of the year, he’d taught me enough that I became second chair and sat next to him in class. After that, we were even better friends.
The thing that got us close, though, was the fact that he taught me private lessons. And after getting very irritated at me for not practicing, he ended up spanking me. That was a weird and kind of delightful experience. I can’t say I’d change anything.
After Jeremy graduated, things in high school were very bland. I had talked to him a few times since he left school, found out he was going to a local college, but really, I didn’t talk to him much. I really hated that cause he was such a great friend.
By the time my senior year rolled around, I still remembered him. I kept wondering what it’d be like to run into him somewhere... what he’d say to me, what I’d say back, if we’d talk about the spanking he gave me, if he’d threaten to spank me again. All of these thoughts kept going through my mind, but I knew it’d never happen. After all, I hadn’t seen him since he graduated.
One day, though, a man came to our orchestra to speak with the class about the music program at Centenary College. Actually, he came to help us out with some Allstate music, but while he was there my teacher urged him to talk to us about Centenary.
“And if any of you want to play with the Centenary Orchestra this year, it’s fine...” he said, concluding his speech.
As the person who sits in the front of the room, I couldn’t very well pass out, though I wanted to. This man had just said that I could join a college orchestra... and you know what was going through my head? No, not that it was a college orchestra where there’d probably be a lot of hott guys (well, that was going through my head, too), but I was thinking, “wow, Jeremy goes to Centenary... maybe he’s in the orchestra!”
When I was finally able to breathe again, I noticed that everyone around me was migrating towards the door to put their instruments in their locker. The orchestra conductor and my teacher were standing in the front of the room talking. I felt bad interrupting, but I knew that I had to join this orchestra.
“Hey, girl!” my teacher said, instantly patting me on the back. “This is Amy, our first chair violist. She’s a wonderful player!”
I tried to refrain from blushing, but you just can’t help stuff like that when someone’s bragging on you.
“Hi,” the man said, extending his hand for me to shake. “I’m Dr. Golabsky.”
I smiled. “Hi. I was wondering,” I said, fidgeting because I always get nervous when I talk to new people, “if I could be in the Centenary Orchestra...”
He smiled. “Sure. I’ll just need to hear you before-hand. When is the best day for me to hear you?”
I blushed a little. “I dunno. Any time is fine..”
The bell rang dismissing us to our next class. “Okay, how about Wednesday?” he asked.
I nodded. “That’s fine. I gotta go!” I nearly fell over trying to run away from the room so I could get to class on time. I was nervous about playing in front of people, but I was morely nervous about getting to see Jeremy again. I ran through the conversations we might have in my head. Would he remember me? Would he remember the spanking? I tried to reason with myself... I wasn’t even sure if I’d made the orchestra yet or not.
Surely, though, I made it... and not because I tried out, but really because musicians are lazy and forgetful and I never really had the chance to be heard. The days he came, I wasn’t there. So he took my teacher’s word for it and relayed the message to me to be at rehersal on Monday at seven.
That Monday before practice I spent about an hour trying to get ready. I’m not the type of person to spend hours on end putting on makeup and doing my hair, but I think I was so excited about seeing Jeremy again that I wanted to make sure my hair looked a little decent. I even paid attention to what clothes I was going to wear! (Thin black pants and a T-shirt, white cotton panties, in case you’re wondering..)
At six-thirty I hopped in my car, hands already shaking. I’m not one who likes going to new places. Especially by myself. As far as I knew, I would know nobody there.
I pulled up to the Centenary parking lot about twenty minutes early. I’m also the type of person who hates to be late, but hates more to be early. So I sat in my car for about three minutes until my anticipation got to me and I had to get out. Somehow I managed to find the music building and I ambled up the stairs. I opened the huge door and stood in the hallway stupidly for a few minutes, then saw someone with a cello case and decided to follow them. Good thing they were going to the practice room else I’d have been lost. Word of advice: always get directions when you’re going some place new.
The room was nearly deserted when I got there. I saw a few chairs scattered around and about seven people were wandering around. I even recgonized some of the people that were wandering around. I stood there dumbly for a few minutes until one of the girls who plays the flute said hello.
“Hi, I’m Amanda,” she said, smiling.
“Amy,” I replied, throwing a nervous smile back.
“You play the viola?”
“Yeah,” I murmured.
Another flute player and an oboeist came and sat down, too, and introduced themselves to me. All I could think was, “wow, these people are really nice.”
“What school do you go to?” one asked.
“Are you a senior?” another asked.
“Are you coming here next year?” the first asked.
I was going crazy trying to answer their questions and look for Jeremy at the same time until finally the questions died down and I was able to ask them if the seat I was trying to sit in was taken. It wasn’t.
I sat there for a little while, heart thumping, biting my lower lip. I glanced at my watch: 6:52. Eight more minutes then I’d find out for sure if Jeremy was in the orchestra.
It wasn’t even eight minutes before I saw him shuffling inside, half-asleep look on his face, brown hair almost to his chin and fallen in front of his blue eyes. He was wearing baggy jeans, just like I was used to him wearing, and some ADIDAS sandals that looked a few years old, and he had on a polo shirt. He flopped into the first chair spot and opened his case, pulling his beautiful instrument out. It took me a minute to realize that I was staring at him. My stomach becoming uneasy, I decided to take my own instrument out and not speak until spoken to.
Minutes later, another person came in and sat down next to me, and by now I was giddy as hell. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Amy.”
He smiled then exclaimed that his name was Jordan. He put the music on the stand and said that it was Haydn. I was excited to be playing Haydn... he’s my favorite composer. I was more excited when Jeremy stood up and walked towards the flute player, Amanda, and began talking to her. I heard her say something like, “did you meet Amy?” and I was trying my hardest to pretend like I wasn’t listening but I knew that Jeremy was looking at me and this was the moment of truth...
“Oh! I didn’t even see her!” he said.
I turned around and smiled, face red as a firetruck. “Hi,” I muttered. “I’m Amy.” I extended my hand and he his, and we shook then he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes.
“Hey, I know you!” he nearly shrieked, huge grin on his face. “Hey, Amanda, she used to go to school with me,” he explained and I desperately prayed that the next thing he said was NOT that he spanked me once because I neglected to practice. It wasn’t. “She was a pretty cool kid. We were stand partners. How ya been doin’ Amy?” he asked, punching me playfully.
“I’m okay.”
“That’s awesome! You still in high school, right? Senior this year?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s awesome. I remember my senior year. It was the shit.”
I grinned, totally glad that he remembered me and even more glad that he was being nice. I wanted to know all about how he was doing in college, what groups he had joined, the new friends he’d made, what he was majoring in, all that good stuff, but we were interrupted by the conductor who meerly tapped his stick on the stand and Jeremy hopped back to his seat.
“Hello everyone,” the conductor said, then smiled at me. “Glad you could make it,” he mouthed then addressed the orchestra. “Guys, this is Amy. She’s going to be playing with us this semester.”
Everyone looked at me and I could feel my face turning hot again.
It was an amazing practice. I didn’t know I was so good at sight-reading until that night. I played the songs really well and when I got lost, I just kept going, pretending like I knew what I was doing. And the Haydn song was amazing. It was called Miracle. The conductor even made a joke and said, “it’s called Miracle as in, it’ll be a miracle if we can perfect this song by the concert.” All in all, I liked the orchestra a lot, especially since I could stare at Jeremy the whole time.
After the practice I was packing up my instrument, watching all the people pass by me and listening to some of them murmur how much they were glad I was playing with them, when Jeremy approached.
“Heya,” he said, pushing the hair out of his eyes, again.
“Hi,” I said shyly, putting Jimmy the Viola in his case and closing him in.
“So things have been going okay lately, huh?” he asked as I stood.
“Yup, they’ve been pretty good,”I admitted, walking with him.
“That’s awesome. Keeping up practicing and all?”
I blushed. Maybe he did remember. “Yeah.”
“That’s cool.” He opened the door for me. “First chair this year?”
I smiled. “Definitely. I had the best private lessons teacher when I was a sophomore...”
He grinned back. “And what made me the best private lessons teacher?”
We were finally in darkness. I decided to fess up, especially since I wanted it again so badly. “Because,” I began, looking behind me to make sure no one was in hearing distance, “you spanked me.”
He stopped walking. “Really? You remember that?”
My face was now on fire and I was about to say, “gotta go” and run for my life, but he said something before I got the chance to.
“I remember it, too... Did you, er, like it?”
Okay, saying my face was on fire before he said that was a lie... now it was REALLY on fire.
When I didn’t answer him he said, “I did.”
“Oh my gosh,” I muttered, holding my head in my hands.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry...” he said, and I could tell he was blushing, too. “Sorry, Amy... I just... I... Ugh, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I did, I liked it... I...” I couldn’t think of what to say.
We both just stood there for a little while, I trying to steady my pulse and regulate my breathing, and he probably trying to do the same. “Okay...” he began. “Now that we’ve both been totally embarrassed and stuff, I’d like to, once again, apologize, for putting that so bluntly...”
I nodded. “It’s okay. If you hadn’t said anything, I’d have been too chicken... but now that we know that we both enjoy it... well... maybe...” I stopped, not knowing the right way to word this.
“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” he finished.
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“So what are you doing tonight?” We began walking again.
“Nothing, just going home I guess.”
He looked at his watch. “Well, it’s only nine... I have the feeling that you probably need a little reminder that you need to practice. The concert IS in a few weeks, you know, and you gotta have that stuff perfected by then...”
I quivered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...” I said, implying that I did, yet I was being defiant.
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I think you do, Young Lady. Come on, we’re going to take a trip to my room.”
This scening was actually quite exciting and I allowed him to lead me across the campus to the dorm rooms. We got inside the large building and he was holding my hand, waving to the various people he knew, but keeping the grip tight on my hand to let me know that he meant business. My viola was still thrown across my shoulder, and he across his, and I wondered why the hell I hadn’t just put it in my car while we were outside.
We finally got to his dorm room and he closed the door and locked it. “Do you need to call your parents and let them know you’re going to be late?” he asked.
“Yeah, prolly so,” I answered, sitting my instrument down next to one of the small beds. He handed me the cordless phone and I hurridely dialed the number to my house. I explained to my mom that a friend from orchestra was helping me practice one of the songs and that I’d be late getting home, but I’d call her before I left.
I hung up the phone and watched him turn on the cd player and turn the volume up super loud. Lucky for me, it was one of my favorite bands. “Sorry,” he said over the loud music. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear now would we?” He grinned that famous Jeremy grin and I couldn’t help but blush and smile back.
He plopped down on his bed and pulled me over to him. “Drop the pants, Young Lady,” he said.
I gulped. “But, Jeremy,” I began, trying to think of a good way to plead.
“Right now!”
I nodded and unbuttoned my black pants then slid them to the floor. He just sat there. “Panties, too,” he said.
I wasn’t prepared for this. Last time he hadn’t asked for my panties to be lowered; he had lowered them while I was across his lap.
“I mean it, Amy.”
I put my thumbs between the waistband of my panties and my stomach then tugged them down to my knees, exposing myself. I couldn’t help but blush more. Jeremy just grinned.
“Okay, kiddo, over my lap.” He guided me into position and I couldn’t help but hear the lyrics to the song... be a good girl like you’re supposed to. Ugh, I love that band so much.
I buried my face into the sheets of his bed. I could barely hear his scolding. “You need to practice so you’ll be a great viola player,” he was saying, hand rested on my bare bottom.
“Okay,” I mumbled.
He smacked my rear end sharply. “That’ll be ‘yes, sir’ to you, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, groaning.
His hand rested lightly on my bottom again. I took a deep breath in and felt his hand raise again and an instant later it was raining down on my backside. I couldn’t help but squirm lots and bite my lower lip to keep from yelping. I knew now why he had the music turned up so loudly.
He was scolding me but I couldn’t hear. I was trying to concentrate on hearing the sound of his hand meeting my flesh. And the music that was playing.
I could feel my face flushing, but morely, I could feel the redness of my bottom. With each smack it began to sting more and more until finally I couldn’t take it and I was kicking and gripping onto the sheets of his bed for dear life. And then, after the end of the third song we were listening to, a good ten minutes into the spanking, I began crying. That must have been some site to see... a senior in high school over the lap of a college guy who was spanking the daylights out of her until she was bawling like a baby.
It wasn’t long after I began crying that he stopped spanking and began rubbing my bottom. He was rubbing in little circles with one hand and stroking my hair with the other. It wasn’t until the forth song was over and the cd stopped playing that I could hear his soothing voice telling me that it was all over and it’d be okay.
“Shhhhhh, Amy, I’m finished. It’s all over, baby,” he said in this soothing voice.
I just nodded, still crying a little. His hands felt so nice rubbing the sting away. Er, geeze, it was great.
Finally, my crying stopped and he picked me up and hugged me tightly. “That was a lot of fun,” he whispered in my ear.
I blushed. “Yeah, it was,” I whispered back.
He reached down and pulled my panties back up then adjusted them, and finally pulled my pants up, too, giving me a slight pat on the rear. “We should do this some other time,” he offered.
I smiled. “Yes, we should.”
He stood up and grabbed my hand and my viola and walked me out to my car. I unlocked the door and he hugged me. “Think about me while you’re sitting on that hott rear,” he said then winked.
I giggled. “Don’t worry, I will.”
Practice Still Makes Perfect
by Breanna Carter
When I was a sophomore in high school, I was admitted into the advanced orchestra class. That was an interesting year, to say the least. I became fairly decent friends with the first chair guy named Jeremy, who was a senior. In fact, by the middle of the year, he’d taught me enough that I became second chair and sat next to him in class. After that, we were even better friends.
The thing that got us close, though, was the fact that he taught me private lessons. And after getting very irritated at me for not practicing, he ended up spanking me. That was a weird and kind of delightful experience. I can’t say I’d change anything.
After Jeremy graduated, things in high school were very bland. I had talked to him a few times since he left school, found out he was going to a local college, but really, I didn’t talk to him much. I really hated that cause he was such a great friend.
By the time my senior year rolled around, I still remembered him. I kept wondering what it’d be like to run into him somewhere... what he’d say to me, what I’d say back, if we’d talk about the spanking he gave me, if he’d threaten to spank me again. All of these thoughts kept going through my mind, but I knew it’d never happen. After all, I hadn’t seen him since he graduated.
One day, though, a man came to our orchestra to speak with the class about the music program at Centenary College. Actually, he came to help us out with some Allstate music, but while he was there my teacher urged him to talk to us about Centenary.
“And if any of you want to play with the Centenary Orchestra this year, it’s fine...” he said, concluding his speech.
As the person who sits in the front of the room, I couldn’t very well pass out, though I wanted to. This man had just said that I could join a college orchestra... and you know what was going through my head? No, not that it was a college orchestra where there’d probably be a lot of hott guys (well, that was going through my head, too), but I was thinking, “wow, Jeremy goes to Centenary... maybe he’s in the orchestra!”
When I was finally able to breathe again, I noticed that everyone around me was migrating towards the door to put their instruments in their locker. The orchestra conductor and my teacher were standing in the front of the room talking. I felt bad interrupting, but I knew that I had to join this orchestra.
“Hey, girl!” my teacher said, instantly patting me on the back. “This is Amy, our first chair violist. She’s a wonderful player!”
I tried to refrain from blushing, but you just can’t help stuff like that when someone’s bragging on you.
“Hi,” the man said, extending his hand for me to shake. “I’m Dr. Golabsky.”
I smiled. “Hi. I was wondering,” I said, fidgeting because I always get nervous when I talk to new people, “if I could be in the Centenary Orchestra...”
He smiled. “Sure. I’ll just need to hear you before-hand. When is the best day for me to hear you?”
I blushed a little. “I dunno. Any time is fine..”
The bell rang dismissing us to our next class. “Okay, how about Wednesday?” he asked.
I nodded. “That’s fine. I gotta go!” I nearly fell over trying to run away from the room so I could get to class on time. I was nervous about playing in front of people, but I was morely nervous about getting to see Jeremy again. I ran through the conversations we might have in my head. Would he remember me? Would he remember the spanking? I tried to reason with myself... I wasn’t even sure if I’d made the orchestra yet or not.
Surely, though, I made it... and not because I tried out, but really because musicians are lazy and forgetful and I never really had the chance to be heard. The days he came, I wasn’t there. So he took my teacher’s word for it and relayed the message to me to be at rehersal on Monday at seven.
That Monday before practice I spent about an hour trying to get ready. I’m not the type of person to spend hours on end putting on makeup and doing my hair, but I think I was so excited about seeing Jeremy again that I wanted to make sure my hair looked a little decent. I even paid attention to what clothes I was going to wear! (Thin black pants and a T-shirt, white cotton panties, in case you’re wondering..)
At six-thirty I hopped in my car, hands already shaking. I’m not one who likes going to new places. Especially by myself. As far as I knew, I would know nobody there.
I pulled up to the Centenary parking lot about twenty minutes early. I’m also the type of person who hates to be late, but hates more to be early. So I sat in my car for about three minutes until my anticipation got to me and I had to get out. Somehow I managed to find the music building and I ambled up the stairs. I opened the huge door and stood in the hallway stupidly for a few minutes, then saw someone with a cello case and decided to follow them. Good thing they were going to the practice room else I’d have been lost. Word of advice: always get directions when you’re going some place new.
The room was nearly deserted when I got there. I saw a few chairs scattered around and about seven people were wandering around. I even recgonized some of the people that were wandering around. I stood there dumbly for a few minutes until one of the girls who plays the flute said hello.
“Hi, I’m Amanda,” she said, smiling.
“Amy,” I replied, throwing a nervous smile back.
“You play the viola?”
“Yeah,” I murmured.
Another flute player and an oboeist came and sat down, too, and introduced themselves to me. All I could think was, “wow, these people are really nice.”
“What school do you go to?” one asked.
“Are you a senior?” another asked.
“Are you coming here next year?” the first asked.
I was going crazy trying to answer their questions and look for Jeremy at the same time until finally the questions died down and I was able to ask them if the seat I was trying to sit in was taken. It wasn’t.
I sat there for a little while, heart thumping, biting my lower lip. I glanced at my watch: 6:52. Eight more minutes then I’d find out for sure if Jeremy was in the orchestra.
It wasn’t even eight minutes before I saw him shuffling inside, half-asleep look on his face, brown hair almost to his chin and fallen in front of his blue eyes. He was wearing baggy jeans, just like I was used to him wearing, and some ADIDAS sandals that looked a few years old, and he had on a polo shirt. He flopped into the first chair spot and opened his case, pulling his beautiful instrument out. It took me a minute to realize that I was staring at him. My stomach becoming uneasy, I decided to take my own instrument out and not speak until spoken to.
Minutes later, another person came in and sat down next to me, and by now I was giddy as hell. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Amy.”
He smiled then exclaimed that his name was Jordan. He put the music on the stand and said that it was Haydn. I was excited to be playing Haydn... he’s my favorite composer. I was more excited when Jeremy stood up and walked towards the flute player, Amanda, and began talking to her. I heard her say something like, “did you meet Amy?” and I was trying my hardest to pretend like I wasn’t listening but I knew that Jeremy was looking at me and this was the moment of truth...
“Oh! I didn’t even see her!” he said.
I turned around and smiled, face red as a firetruck. “Hi,” I muttered. “I’m Amy.” I extended my hand and he his, and we shook then he pushed his brown hair out of his eyes.
“Hey, I know you!” he nearly shrieked, huge grin on his face. “Hey, Amanda, she used to go to school with me,” he explained and I desperately prayed that the next thing he said was NOT that he spanked me once because I neglected to practice. It wasn’t. “She was a pretty cool kid. We were stand partners. How ya been doin’ Amy?” he asked, punching me playfully.
“I’m okay.”
“That’s awesome! You still in high school, right? Senior this year?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s awesome. I remember my senior year. It was the shit.”
I grinned, totally glad that he remembered me and even more glad that he was being nice. I wanted to know all about how he was doing in college, what groups he had joined, the new friends he’d made, what he was majoring in, all that good stuff, but we were interrupted by the conductor who meerly tapped his stick on the stand and Jeremy hopped back to his seat.
“Hello everyone,” the conductor said, then smiled at me. “Glad you could make it,” he mouthed then addressed the orchestra. “Guys, this is Amy. She’s going to be playing with us this semester.”
Everyone looked at me and I could feel my face turning hot again.
It was an amazing practice. I didn’t know I was so good at sight-reading until that night. I played the songs really well and when I got lost, I just kept going, pretending like I knew what I was doing. And the Haydn song was amazing. It was called Miracle. The conductor even made a joke and said, “it’s called Miracle as in, it’ll be a miracle if we can perfect this song by the concert.” All in all, I liked the orchestra a lot, especially since I could stare at Jeremy the whole time.
After the practice I was packing up my instrument, watching all the people pass by me and listening to some of them murmur how much they were glad I was playing with them, when Jeremy approached.
“Heya,” he said, pushing the hair out of his eyes, again.
“Hi,” I said shyly, putting Jimmy the Viola in his case and closing him in.
“So things have been going okay lately, huh?” he asked as I stood.
“Yup, they’ve been pretty good,”I admitted, walking with him.
“That’s awesome. Keeping up practicing and all?”
I blushed. Maybe he did remember. “Yeah.”
“That’s cool.” He opened the door for me. “First chair this year?”
I smiled. “Definitely. I had the best private lessons teacher when I was a sophomore...”
He grinned back. “And what made me the best private lessons teacher?”
We were finally in darkness. I decided to fess up, especially since I wanted it again so badly. “Because,” I began, looking behind me to make sure no one was in hearing distance, “you spanked me.”
He stopped walking. “Really? You remember that?”
My face was now on fire and I was about to say, “gotta go” and run for my life, but he said something before I got the chance to.
“I remember it, too... Did you, er, like it?”
Okay, saying my face was on fire before he said that was a lie... now it was REALLY on fire.
When I didn’t answer him he said, “I did.”
“Oh my gosh,” I muttered, holding my head in my hands.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry...” he said, and I could tell he was blushing, too. “Sorry, Amy... I just... I... Ugh, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I did, I liked it... I...” I couldn’t think of what to say.
We both just stood there for a little while, I trying to steady my pulse and regulate my breathing, and he probably trying to do the same. “Okay...” he began. “Now that we’ve both been totally embarrassed and stuff, I’d like to, once again, apologize, for putting that so bluntly...”
I nodded. “It’s okay. If you hadn’t said anything, I’d have been too chicken... but now that we know that we both enjoy it... well... maybe...” I stopped, not knowing the right way to word this.
“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” he finished.
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“So what are you doing tonight?” We began walking again.
“Nothing, just going home I guess.”
He looked at his watch. “Well, it’s only nine... I have the feeling that you probably need a little reminder that you need to practice. The concert IS in a few weeks, you know, and you gotta have that stuff perfected by then...”
I quivered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...” I said, implying that I did, yet I was being defiant.
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I think you do, Young Lady. Come on, we’re going to take a trip to my room.”
This scening was actually quite exciting and I allowed him to lead me across the campus to the dorm rooms. We got inside the large building and he was holding my hand, waving to the various people he knew, but keeping the grip tight on my hand to let me know that he meant business. My viola was still thrown across my shoulder, and he across his, and I wondered why the hell I hadn’t just put it in my car while we were outside.
We finally got to his dorm room and he closed the door and locked it. “Do you need to call your parents and let them know you’re going to be late?” he asked.
“Yeah, prolly so,” I answered, sitting my instrument down next to one of the small beds. He handed me the cordless phone and I hurridely dialed the number to my house. I explained to my mom that a friend from orchestra was helping me practice one of the songs and that I’d be late getting home, but I’d call her before I left.
I hung up the phone and watched him turn on the cd player and turn the volume up super loud. Lucky for me, it was one of my favorite bands. “Sorry,” he said over the loud music. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear now would we?” He grinned that famous Jeremy grin and I couldn’t help but blush and smile back.
He plopped down on his bed and pulled me over to him. “Drop the pants, Young Lady,” he said.
I gulped. “But, Jeremy,” I began, trying to think of a good way to plead.
“Right now!”
I nodded and unbuttoned my black pants then slid them to the floor. He just sat there. “Panties, too,” he said.
I wasn’t prepared for this. Last time he hadn’t asked for my panties to be lowered; he had lowered them while I was across his lap.
“I mean it, Amy.”
I put my thumbs between the waistband of my panties and my stomach then tugged them down to my knees, exposing myself. I couldn’t help but blush more. Jeremy just grinned.
“Okay, kiddo, over my lap.” He guided me into position and I couldn’t help but hear the lyrics to the song... be a good girl like you’re supposed to. Ugh, I love that band so much.
I buried my face into the sheets of his bed. I could barely hear his scolding. “You need to practice so you’ll be a great viola player,” he was saying, hand rested on my bare bottom.
“Okay,” I mumbled.
He smacked my rear end sharply. “That’ll be ‘yes, sir’ to you, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, groaning.
His hand rested lightly on my bottom again. I took a deep breath in and felt his hand raise again and an instant later it was raining down on my backside. I couldn’t help but squirm lots and bite my lower lip to keep from yelping. I knew now why he had the music turned up so loudly.
He was scolding me but I couldn’t hear. I was trying to concentrate on hearing the sound of his hand meeting my flesh. And the music that was playing.
I could feel my face flushing, but morely, I could feel the redness of my bottom. With each smack it began to sting more and more until finally I couldn’t take it and I was kicking and gripping onto the sheets of his bed for dear life. And then, after the end of the third song we were listening to, a good ten minutes into the spanking, I began crying. That must have been some site to see... a senior in high school over the lap of a college guy who was spanking the daylights out of her until she was bawling like a baby.
It wasn’t long after I began crying that he stopped spanking and began rubbing my bottom. He was rubbing in little circles with one hand and stroking my hair with the other. It wasn’t until the forth song was over and the cd stopped playing that I could hear his soothing voice telling me that it was all over and it’d be okay.
“Shhhhhh, Amy, I’m finished. It’s all over, baby,” he said in this soothing voice.
I just nodded, still crying a little. His hands felt so nice rubbing the sting away. Er, geeze, it was great.
Finally, my crying stopped and he picked me up and hugged me tightly. “That was a lot of fun,” he whispered in my ear.
I blushed. “Yeah, it was,” I whispered back.
He reached down and pulled my panties back up then adjusted them, and finally pulled my pants up, too, giving me a slight pat on the rear. “We should do this some other time,” he offered.
I smiled. “Yes, we should.”
He stood up and grabbed my hand and my viola and walked me out to my car. I unlocked the door and he hugged me. “Think about me while you’re sitting on that hott rear,” he said then winked.
I giggled. “Don’t worry, I will.”
01 April 2004
Story: Shopping for Aunt Becky
Misc story. Fanfiction based on Full House. The girls are looking for a present for their Aunt Becky and Stephanie, unable to afford the present she wants to get, decides to steal something.
Shopping for Aunt Becky
by Breanna Carter
It was a Saturday afternoon in San Francisco and 14 year old Stephanie Tanner was at the mall with DJ and Michelle, trying to find Aunt Becky something for Mother’s Day. Things had been going pretty well for a while, they found some stuff that Becky was sure to like, but they still hadn’t gotten the perfect gift. At least, that’s what Stephanie thought. Of course, Stephanie wasn’t really out to shop for Becky’s present.. she was looking for these super expensive earrings that she wanted to buy since her father gave her some money to buy Becky’s present. But she couldn’t do that with DJ and Michelle around.
Then she heard those words... “I have to go to the bathroom,” Michelle whined.
“Can’t you wait, Michelle?” DJ asked, looking through some skirts.
“No.”
“Why don’t you guys go to the bathroom, and I’ll just keep looking for something for Aunt Becky,” Stephanie suggested, figuring now was her chance. “I’ll go look in Dillard’s.”
DJ looked from Michelle to Steph then back to Michelle. “Okay, then. I’ll meet you in Dillard’s.”
The two girls rushed to the bathroom and Stephanie nearly ran out of the store, anxious to get the earrings before DJ and Michelle came back. The thing is, on the way to get the earrings, Stephanie found the perfect present for Aunt Becky, a golden locket that cost thirty dollars. But she knew that she wouldn’t have enough money to buy both the earrings and the locket. Biting her lip, she knew she had to making the decision. Would she be the arrogant one and buy something for herself, or be generous and spend her money on Aunt Becky, the only mom she really knew. She sighed, then walked to the jewelry section and found the earrings. She read the price on the back.
“Fifty dollars?” she said aloud. “I don’t even HAVE that much money,” she muttered, swearing that the price had been raised since the last time she was there. She looked around to see if anybody was looking and finally shoved the earrings in her pocket. She’d pay for it... eventually. Besides, fifty dollars was too much for them anyway.
When Michelle and DJ came back, Stephanie had already bought the locket and was sitting outside the store on a bench trying to figure out how to open it.
“What’d you find?” DJ asked.
“A locket. Isn’t this cool? I figured we could put a picture of the three of us in here. We could have us on one side and Dad, Joey, and Uncle Jesse on the other.”
“That’s a great idea!” Michelle said, smiling broadly.
“Of course it is, I came up with it. Let’s go get something to eat!”
The three girls joyously skipped off to the food court and ordered a huge slice of pizza each and gobbled it down quickly.
DJ took the last sip of her soda then exclaimed, “I have a date tonight, girls, so we better get going.”
Michelle whined. “But can’t we stay a little longer, pwease?”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “No, Michelle. We gotta go back home. I have a date tonight, too.”
“Oh?” DJ said. “With who?”
Stephanie smiled uncomfortably. “Just a boy in my class.” She didn’t want to give any details to her sisters. Especially since it wasn’t a guy in her class, but a guy who was older and had no idea that she was only in eighth grade.
DJ nodded. “Okay then, let’s go.”
The girls picked up their trays and threw their food away, then DJ drove them home.
Michelle felt a little left out, being only in forth grade and not old enough for boyfriends and dates and stuff. She figured that maybe soon she’d ask her dad if she could go out on a date with someone from her class. But until then, she’d just stay home and play with Comet.
Stephanie called her older guy friend, a senior in high school named Jonathan, and told him that she wanted to go out on a date but she’d meet him at a restuarant down the street. Although her father, Becky, and Joey weren’t home, Uncle Jesse was, and if he knew that she was going out with an older guy, he’d be pretty mad. So when he questioned her, she’d just say that she was meeting some friends and going to a movie.
So she took a shower and fixed her hair, then put on some makeup and finished it off with putting on her earrings. They looked stellar on her! Jonathan would think she was the greatest thing ever and maybe he’d even give her his senior ring or something.
“Stephanie!” Jesse yelled and walked up the stairs carrying the cordless phone. “Some guy’s on the phone. He said his name was Jonathan and..” he walked into the room and stopped in the doorway seeing Stephanie’s gold earrings dangling down. “Where’d you get those?”
“Oh, uh, well... we went shopping today and they were on sale so I...” she paused as he walked over and took the box from her.
“Fifty dollars, Steph? Where’d you get that kind of money?”
“I told you, they were on sale...”
He gave her a questioning look and sat down on the bed. “Jonathan,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, she’ll call you back,” then hung up. “Steph, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying,” she said uneasily and not looking at him at all.
“Stephanie...” he began, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. “Where did you get those earrings? Were they a present from this Jonathan kid that you were supposed to go out with tonight but didn’t tell anyone?”
“Yeah!” she said, almost a little too enthuastically. That was the perfect excuse.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out with him?”
“Because, well, I didn’t want you to get worried and I didn’t want you to make me bring him over so you could ask him tons of questions.”
“Steph, you know I only do that because I love you.”
“I know, Uncle Jesse.”
He hugged her tightly for a few minutes. “Steph, I have to punish you for this, you know that, right?”
“But Uncle Jesse! I have to go out with him tonight! I already made plans.”
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he began, “but after I get finished with you, you won’t want to go out with him.”
She stepped back. “W-what do you mean?” she stammered.
“I mean that I’m going to give you a spanking for lying to me. I love you very much, Stephanie, and I can’t let you get away with lying.”
“B-but Uncle J-Jesse,” she whined, small body shaking, “You’ve never spanked me before. And neither has Dad. Please don’t,” she begged.
“I have to, Steph. And if you just comply and do what I say, it’ll be over before you know it, okay?”
Tears began streaming down her face. “No, Uncle Jesse, please!” she begged. “I’m sorry!”
He sat there, unmoved. “Come on, kiddo. Pull down your pants.”
More tears fell.
“Stephanie, I’m going to give you to the count of three, and if you haven’t pulled them down, I’ll do it for you. One...”
She moved her hands to the button of her jeans and unbuttoned them then proceeded to unzip them and pull them down to her knees.
“That’s my girl,” Uncle Jesse praised. “Come on, now, over my lap.” He gave her a gentle tug and she fell over his lap, still wailing.
“Pleaseeeeee, Uncle Jesse. I won’t lie anymore. Please don’t do this!”
“Sorry, Steph, but you deserve this,” he replied, grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down to meet her jeans. He lifted his hand high in the air and brought it crashing down on Stephanie’s bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Stephanie squealed loudly and began kicking and yelping with each smack. “OW! Uncle Jesse! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” he answered, keeping up a steady pace and making sure he covered her whole bottom, both cheeks and sit spots alike. She was putting up such a fight, though, that he had to hold her down to keep her from falling off of his lap. “If you stop squirming so much, this will be much easier on you,” he said, raining down smacks on her pink bottom. He kept going and going, determined to teach her a lesson about lying, no matter how much she protested and fought and cried. Finally, he felt her body go limp and she was crying like crazy. Her bottom was red by this time and he landed four more spanks on her sit spots to make sure that he made his point clear, then stopped, rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry,” she blubbered through tears. “I’m s-sorrry, U-un-cle J-Jesse. I won’t d-do it again.”
“Shhhhh, shhhh, kiddo,” he said. “Cry it all out, Stephanie. It’ll be okay. I’m all finished now. It’s all over.”
They stayed like that for what seemed like hours until Stephanie finally wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up, hugging him tightly. She murmured more apologies and Jesse accepted them, but told her that she still couldn’t go out with that Jonathan kid that night. She wanted to whine about it, but instead just nodded and let go, then told him that she wanted to take a nap because she didn’t feel so well. He kissed her forehead and let her go to sleep.
*****
When Stephanie woke up, her bottom was still aching a little, but nothing ached as much as her stomach. There seemed to be butterflies flying everywhere inside of her, because she felt horrible for stealing those earrings then lying to Uncle Jesse about it. But she couldn’t tell him, since she’d already lied to him once that day.
It was getting darker outside and she decided that since DJ was still there, she’d talk to her. She sighed loudly, then sat up in bed, stretching her arms out. Before she went to see her sister, she pulled her pink panties down a little to see her bottom, noticing that it was still a little pink, but wasn’t too bad. She tugged them back up then ambled across the hallway.
“Dj, I need to talk to you,” she said, plopping down on the bed.
DJ was brushing her hair when Steph came in, but she sat down next to her sister, having already been told about the previous events. “What is it, little sister?”
“It’s about Uncle Jesse.”
DJ didn’t want to tell Stephanie that she already knew what happened because she didn’t want to embarass her little sister. After all, when she was fourteen, something similar happened, and she’d have been really embarassed if someone brought it up to her. “What is it, Stephanie?”
“Well, earlier today I was going to go out with this boy named Jonathan, and Uncle Jesse saw these earrings that I was going to wear, and asked me where I got them from and I told him that I bought them, but he knew I was lying and asked if I got them as a present from Jonathan, and I told him yes,” she explained. “And he spanked me for lying to him.” Her cheeks turned bright red from being so embarrassed. She’d never imagined that she’d tell anyone about being spanked. “But the thing is,” she began, wondering how to tell this to her older sister, “I lied to him when I told him it was a present from Jonathan, because really,” she took a deep breath in and gulped, “I stole them.”
DJ’s mouth dropped. “You did WHAT?” she asked, definitely not expecting that one.
Stephanie nodded in disappointment.
“Stephanie!” she shouted. “That’s illegal! You could get arrested for that!”
“I know,” Stephanie said, looking down at the carpet. “And I feel bad about it. I don’t know what to do.”
“You have to tell Uncle Jesse,” DJ said.
“But Dj, I can’t! He’ll be really upset and never trust me again because that’d make it twice in one day that I lied to him!”
“But you *have* to,” DJ said, then thought on it for a minute. “I mean, no, I can’t do that. Uncle Jesse deserves to know.”
“Wait, you can’t do what?”
“Nothing, nothing,” DJ said. “The point is..”
“DJ!” Stephanie screamed, standing up. “What is it? What were you going to say?”
DJ bit her lip. “I was going to say that I could spank you myself, and that’d be enough punishment, but..”
“YES!” Stephanie said. “Would you, please? I can’t tell Uncle Jesse.”
DJ sighed. “Stephanie... do you know how much trouble we could get in?”
“We won’t get in any trouble. You’re my older sister, you can punish me. You’re kind of an adult.”
She sighed again. “Okay, but I’m not going to spank you with my hand. It wouldn’t hurt enough,” she admitted.
Stephanie winced. Maybe she should go back to Uncle Jesse. But Uncle Jesse was so strong... what if he decided to spank with something else, too? Then she’d really be out of luck. “That’s fine,” she finally concluded.
DJ nodded. “Okay,” she said, picking up her purple plastic flat backed brush. “This’ll have to do,” she said, then sat down on her wooden chair that was sitting in front of her dresser. “Come here.”
Stephanie gulped and walked towards her older sister. “Not too hard, DJ,” she begged.
“Sorry, Steph. I have to. You know that lying and stealing is wrong and I have to teach you a lesson.” With that sentence, she proceeded to pull Steph over her lap, since she wasn’t wearing any pants.
Stephanie held onto the chair legs and tried to steady herself. She was nervous as hell, but knew that it’d be much worse if it were Uncle Jesse. She shivered as DJ pulled her panties down, just as she had when Uncle Jesse had. Boy, there she was, getting spanked for the second time in one day, the second time in her life.
THWACK!
The plastic hit her bare bottom sending out the weirdest noise ever, and combined with the sound that Stephanie made, it was actually sort of humorous. Steph’s bottom was throbbing and she desperately wished that it was all DJ was going to give her... but her wish wasn’t granted and the brush crashed down on her bottom again, this time a little lower and close to her sit spots.
“YEOUCH!” Steph howled. “DJ! That hurts!”
“I know, Steph, but THWACK! I have to do this. THWACK!”
DJ began hitting Stephanie’s bottom harder and harder, making pink sploches everywhere. Stephanie was kicking and whining and it was hurting so much, she wished that she’d just kept the whole thing to herself. Just as the tears began to stream down her cheeks, there was a knock at the door.
DJ was about to send another smack on Stephanie’s pink bottom when she stopped dead in the air.
“Girls?” Uncle Jesse said, knocking again and jiggling the doorknob. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
DJ and Stephanie looked at each other and Steph quickly hopped up, pulling her panties back up, fixing her hair and drying her eyes.
“Uh, yeah,” DJ said, “just getting ready for my date and Steph was helping me.
Jesse had his doubts. “Open the door,” he said, jiggling the handle once more.
DJ shoved Stephanie on her bed and under the covers so Jesse wouldn’t see her glowing pink bottom from DJ’s hairbrush, then she opened the door to see Jesse there, leaning against the wall.
“What was all that racket?” he asked, pushing past DJ and coming inside.
“Uh, nothing, Uncle Jesse,” DJ said, smiling nervously. “I must’ve dropped something.”
He looked at her questioningly. “DJ, did I ever tell you how much it bothers me when someone lies?”
She gulped and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie looked back and decided it was time to fess up. “Uncle Jesse, it was me,” she said, throwing the cover off of herself and walking towards him. “I came in here to tell DJ that I felt bad about something, and she was going to spank me for it.”
“I see. And what is it that you felt bad about?” he asked, somehow figuring that he had something to do with it.
Stephanie looked down at the floor, letting a tear fall from her eyes.
He lifted her chin up and looked at her. “Stephanie, tell me,” he said sternly, but with love.
She sniffled. “I lied to you earlier,” she admitted. “Nobody gave me those earrings as a present, I stole them.”
Jesse’s heart dropped. “Stephanie,” he began, clearing his throat. “You stole those earrings?”
She nodded, disappointed in herself.
Jesse was FAR more than disappointed in her. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t have the money for them. I had to buy Aunt Becky’s present and I wanted them so badly for my date tonight, I couldn’t help it.”
“Stephanie, that’s a pathetic excuse. You can always help it.” He took a deep breath in. “You gain nothing in life by stealing, do you understand? If you wanted the earrings you could have come to Danny, Joey, Becky, or me... you could have asked to borrow the money, or you could’ve gotten a babysitting job and paid for it yourself. You are never EVER under any circumstances to steal anything. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
“And I can’t believe you lied to me about it... knowing that it would be easier just to tell the truth to begin with.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “That’s why I wanted to talk to DJ because I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well the right thing to do would be to tell me. And believe me, first thing after I punish the two of you, we’re going to take those earrings back, got it?”
“But I’ve already been punished!” Stephanie protested.
He turned her around and pulled her panties down to see the fading marks from the hairbrush. “Oh, kiddo, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen,” he said then looked at DJ. “DJ, you’re first. Shut the door and come here.”
“But Uncle Jesse, I didn’t do anything!” she said.
“DJ, all you had to do was tell me what was going on.”
“But I didn’t want to rat out my sister. I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”
“And that’s still dishonesty.”
DJ folded her arms.
“DJ, come here, right now.”
“Uncle Jesse! You can’t do this! I’m 17 years old! That’s too old to be spanked!”
“Donna Joe Tanner! You will not have that attitude with me, Young Lady. You will shut that door and get over here this instant!”
DJ blinked and stammered, “yes sir,” then shut the door and went to her uncle.
“That’s more like it,” he said. “Since you ARE 17, DJ, and you know that lying is wrong and you’ve been punished for it before, I’m going to give you a little more than I did Stephanie earlier. I want you to go get my wooden hairbrush from my room.”
DJ blinked. “But Uncle Jesse...” she began, catching an admonishing look from him and she was defeated. She muttered a yes sir and scampered out of the room, returning seconds later with his wooden hairbrush, which looked much more intimidating than the plastic one she had used on Stephanie. He sat down on the chair.
“Okay, DJ, pants down.”
She looked at her sister nervously but complied, bringing her jeans down to her ankles then lying over her uncle’s lap.
“Young Lady, you know better than to lie to me. If someone in this house ever does something like Stephanie did, it’s your responsibility to tell someone, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
She felt him tugging her panties down to her knees and she held on tightly to the legs of the chair, knowing that she was in for a painful spanking.
He did not hesitate to begin. Within seconds he was crashing down the wooden hairbrush on her rear end and its cracks were echoing through the room as well as DJ’s cries. DJ was trying to remain brave through her punishment, but after the tenth smack, it was hurting her so much that she was crying out with every smack and pleading for him to stop. By the time he landed the twenty-ninth smack, she was bawling like a baby and couldn’t even talk because she was crying so hard. She had never experienced such pain in her life and she’d also never been so sorry for telling a lie. He decided to stop with thirty-five and he lifted the young girl up and sat her down in her wooden chair.
“Stay there until I’m finished with Stephanie’s spanking,” he commanded.
Stephanie stared at them in utter shock. She had seen DJ’s spanking and it was dark red and her sit spots and thighs looked like it was going to hurt for a long time. She was shifting in the seat uncomfotably.
“Stephanie,” Uncle Jesse began, “I want you to set both of DJ’s pillows on the middle of the bed then lean over them.”
DJ’s eyes went wide, not because of what he had told Stephanie, but because he was unbuckling his leather belt. She watched her sister put the pillows on the bed then looked back at Uncle Jesse who was sliding the belt through its loops. She looked like a deer in headlights and DJ could read her thoughts, “you’re not going to use that on me, are you?”
Uncle Jesse could clearly read her thoughts, too. “I hate doing this, kiddo, but you’re 14 years old and you know that stealing is wrong, okay?”
DJ still shifted on that terribly uncomfortable chair.
“Get over the pillows, Steph,” Uncle Jesse said in a calm voice.
Stephanie began crying again. DJ couldn’t blame her... if she was about to get spanked with a belt, she would DEFINITELY be crying.
“Steph, come on. The sooner you do this the sooner it’ll be over.”
“Please, Uncle Jesse,” she said, speaking for the first time since DJ had argued about getting spanked. “I’m sorry for stealing and I’m sorry for lying and I won’t do it again and DJ already punished me and please don’t hit me with that belt.”
He sighed. “I know, kiddo, but you’re my niece and my responsibility and I have to teach you a lesson, okay? Now come on, I’ll help you over.”
DJ watched Uncle Jesse help her younger sister over the pillows, still crying, and then he moved her panties down to her knees.
“Don’t reach back, okay? Keep a good grip on DJ’s mattress beacuse if you reach back I’ll have to add an extra.”
Stephanie sure didn’t want that. “Yes, sir,” she said in a weak voice.
DJ shifted again.
He lifted his belt high in the air. “Okay, Steph, I’m about to begin,” he said, giving her forewarning, then brought it down on her bottom.
DJ winced, feeling the own pain her bottom more.
Stephanie yelped and came up off the bed, tempted to cover her rear end and beg for mercy, but she didn’t, just cried louder and settled back down.
Jesse took another breath in, feeling sorry for his niece, but raised the belt again and collided it with her rump, causing another scream to erupt from her mouth and DJ to shift again in the chair, not wanting to watch.
“I have to do this, Steph,” he said. “Stealing is wrong, and it could get you arrested, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just slapped her bottom again two more times, leaving four red stripes. He decided to give four more whaps in those places, and then three on her sit spots.
He held her down with his left hand to make sure that she didn’t move more than necessary.
DJ watched nervously, biting on her fingernail, still shifting in her seat from being in so much pain.
Stephanie let DJ’s sheets soak up all of her tears. Tears because she knew what she did was wrong, tears because her backside hurt so much, and tears because she felt so horrible for letting Uncle Jesse down, twice in one day.
Jesse delivered the final seven spanks in a quick manner, so as to get them over with, and Stephanie howled in pain and DJ was crying all over again. He threw the belt down on the floor and lifted Stephanie from the bed, DJ from the chair, and held them both in his arms, cuddling and cradling them. It’d been a long day for all three of them.
“But, Steph,” he said, after the crying had died down. “We’re still taking those earrings back.”
“Yes, Uncle Jesse.”
*****
That night, Stephanie, Michelle, and Uncle Jesse took the earrings back while DJ was on her date. Stephanie apologized for the theft and returned them to the manager, not know much of what to say just that she was sorry and had been punished and she’d never do anything so stupid ever again. Jesse smiled at Stephanie. She was really growing up.
Aunt Becky loved her locket.
Shopping for Aunt Becky
by Breanna Carter
It was a Saturday afternoon in San Francisco and 14 year old Stephanie Tanner was at the mall with DJ and Michelle, trying to find Aunt Becky something for Mother’s Day. Things had been going pretty well for a while, they found some stuff that Becky was sure to like, but they still hadn’t gotten the perfect gift. At least, that’s what Stephanie thought. Of course, Stephanie wasn’t really out to shop for Becky’s present.. she was looking for these super expensive earrings that she wanted to buy since her father gave her some money to buy Becky’s present. But she couldn’t do that with DJ and Michelle around.
Then she heard those words... “I have to go to the bathroom,” Michelle whined.
“Can’t you wait, Michelle?” DJ asked, looking through some skirts.
“No.”
“Why don’t you guys go to the bathroom, and I’ll just keep looking for something for Aunt Becky,” Stephanie suggested, figuring now was her chance. “I’ll go look in Dillard’s.”
DJ looked from Michelle to Steph then back to Michelle. “Okay, then. I’ll meet you in Dillard’s.”
The two girls rushed to the bathroom and Stephanie nearly ran out of the store, anxious to get the earrings before DJ and Michelle came back. The thing is, on the way to get the earrings, Stephanie found the perfect present for Aunt Becky, a golden locket that cost thirty dollars. But she knew that she wouldn’t have enough money to buy both the earrings and the locket. Biting her lip, she knew she had to making the decision. Would she be the arrogant one and buy something for herself, or be generous and spend her money on Aunt Becky, the only mom she really knew. She sighed, then walked to the jewelry section and found the earrings. She read the price on the back.
“Fifty dollars?” she said aloud. “I don’t even HAVE that much money,” she muttered, swearing that the price had been raised since the last time she was there. She looked around to see if anybody was looking and finally shoved the earrings in her pocket. She’d pay for it... eventually. Besides, fifty dollars was too much for them anyway.
When Michelle and DJ came back, Stephanie had already bought the locket and was sitting outside the store on a bench trying to figure out how to open it.
“What’d you find?” DJ asked.
“A locket. Isn’t this cool? I figured we could put a picture of the three of us in here. We could have us on one side and Dad, Joey, and Uncle Jesse on the other.”
“That’s a great idea!” Michelle said, smiling broadly.
“Of course it is, I came up with it. Let’s go get something to eat!”
The three girls joyously skipped off to the food court and ordered a huge slice of pizza each and gobbled it down quickly.
DJ took the last sip of her soda then exclaimed, “I have a date tonight, girls, so we better get going.”
Michelle whined. “But can’t we stay a little longer, pwease?”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “No, Michelle. We gotta go back home. I have a date tonight, too.”
“Oh?” DJ said. “With who?”
Stephanie smiled uncomfortably. “Just a boy in my class.” She didn’t want to give any details to her sisters. Especially since it wasn’t a guy in her class, but a guy who was older and had no idea that she was only in eighth grade.
DJ nodded. “Okay then, let’s go.”
The girls picked up their trays and threw their food away, then DJ drove them home.
Michelle felt a little left out, being only in forth grade and not old enough for boyfriends and dates and stuff. She figured that maybe soon she’d ask her dad if she could go out on a date with someone from her class. But until then, she’d just stay home and play with Comet.
Stephanie called her older guy friend, a senior in high school named Jonathan, and told him that she wanted to go out on a date but she’d meet him at a restuarant down the street. Although her father, Becky, and Joey weren’t home, Uncle Jesse was, and if he knew that she was going out with an older guy, he’d be pretty mad. So when he questioned her, she’d just say that she was meeting some friends and going to a movie.
So she took a shower and fixed her hair, then put on some makeup and finished it off with putting on her earrings. They looked stellar on her! Jonathan would think she was the greatest thing ever and maybe he’d even give her his senior ring or something.
“Stephanie!” Jesse yelled and walked up the stairs carrying the cordless phone. “Some guy’s on the phone. He said his name was Jonathan and..” he walked into the room and stopped in the doorway seeing Stephanie’s gold earrings dangling down. “Where’d you get those?”
“Oh, uh, well... we went shopping today and they were on sale so I...” she paused as he walked over and took the box from her.
“Fifty dollars, Steph? Where’d you get that kind of money?”
“I told you, they were on sale...”
He gave her a questioning look and sat down on the bed. “Jonathan,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, she’ll call you back,” then hung up. “Steph, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying,” she said uneasily and not looking at him at all.
“Stephanie...” he began, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. “Where did you get those earrings? Were they a present from this Jonathan kid that you were supposed to go out with tonight but didn’t tell anyone?”
“Yeah!” she said, almost a little too enthuastically. That was the perfect excuse.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out with him?”
“Because, well, I didn’t want you to get worried and I didn’t want you to make me bring him over so you could ask him tons of questions.”
“Steph, you know I only do that because I love you.”
“I know, Uncle Jesse.”
He hugged her tightly for a few minutes. “Steph, I have to punish you for this, you know that, right?”
“But Uncle Jesse! I have to go out with him tonight! I already made plans.”
“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he began, “but after I get finished with you, you won’t want to go out with him.”
She stepped back. “W-what do you mean?” she stammered.
“I mean that I’m going to give you a spanking for lying to me. I love you very much, Stephanie, and I can’t let you get away with lying.”
“B-but Uncle J-Jesse,” she whined, small body shaking, “You’ve never spanked me before. And neither has Dad. Please don’t,” she begged.
“I have to, Steph. And if you just comply and do what I say, it’ll be over before you know it, okay?”
Tears began streaming down her face. “No, Uncle Jesse, please!” she begged. “I’m sorry!”
He sat there, unmoved. “Come on, kiddo. Pull down your pants.”
More tears fell.
“Stephanie, I’m going to give you to the count of three, and if you haven’t pulled them down, I’ll do it for you. One...”
She moved her hands to the button of her jeans and unbuttoned them then proceeded to unzip them and pull them down to her knees.
“That’s my girl,” Uncle Jesse praised. “Come on, now, over my lap.” He gave her a gentle tug and she fell over his lap, still wailing.
“Pleaseeeeee, Uncle Jesse. I won’t lie anymore. Please don’t do this!”
“Sorry, Steph, but you deserve this,” he replied, grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down to meet her jeans. He lifted his hand high in the air and brought it crashing down on Stephanie’s bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Stephanie squealed loudly and began kicking and yelping with each smack. “OW! Uncle Jesse! That hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” he answered, keeping up a steady pace and making sure he covered her whole bottom, both cheeks and sit spots alike. She was putting up such a fight, though, that he had to hold her down to keep her from falling off of his lap. “If you stop squirming so much, this will be much easier on you,” he said, raining down smacks on her pink bottom. He kept going and going, determined to teach her a lesson about lying, no matter how much she protested and fought and cried. Finally, he felt her body go limp and she was crying like crazy. Her bottom was red by this time and he landed four more spanks on her sit spots to make sure that he made his point clear, then stopped, rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry,” she blubbered through tears. “I’m s-sorrry, U-un-cle J-Jesse. I won’t d-do it again.”
“Shhhhh, shhhh, kiddo,” he said. “Cry it all out, Stephanie. It’ll be okay. I’m all finished now. It’s all over.”
They stayed like that for what seemed like hours until Stephanie finally wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up, hugging him tightly. She murmured more apologies and Jesse accepted them, but told her that she still couldn’t go out with that Jonathan kid that night. She wanted to whine about it, but instead just nodded and let go, then told him that she wanted to take a nap because she didn’t feel so well. He kissed her forehead and let her go to sleep.
*****
When Stephanie woke up, her bottom was still aching a little, but nothing ached as much as her stomach. There seemed to be butterflies flying everywhere inside of her, because she felt horrible for stealing those earrings then lying to Uncle Jesse about it. But she couldn’t tell him, since she’d already lied to him once that day.
It was getting darker outside and she decided that since DJ was still there, she’d talk to her. She sighed loudly, then sat up in bed, stretching her arms out. Before she went to see her sister, she pulled her pink panties down a little to see her bottom, noticing that it was still a little pink, but wasn’t too bad. She tugged them back up then ambled across the hallway.
“Dj, I need to talk to you,” she said, plopping down on the bed.
DJ was brushing her hair when Steph came in, but she sat down next to her sister, having already been told about the previous events. “What is it, little sister?”
“It’s about Uncle Jesse.”
DJ didn’t want to tell Stephanie that she already knew what happened because she didn’t want to embarass her little sister. After all, when she was fourteen, something similar happened, and she’d have been really embarassed if someone brought it up to her. “What is it, Stephanie?”
“Well, earlier today I was going to go out with this boy named Jonathan, and Uncle Jesse saw these earrings that I was going to wear, and asked me where I got them from and I told him that I bought them, but he knew I was lying and asked if I got them as a present from Jonathan, and I told him yes,” she explained. “And he spanked me for lying to him.” Her cheeks turned bright red from being so embarrassed. She’d never imagined that she’d tell anyone about being spanked. “But the thing is,” she began, wondering how to tell this to her older sister, “I lied to him when I told him it was a present from Jonathan, because really,” she took a deep breath in and gulped, “I stole them.”
DJ’s mouth dropped. “You did WHAT?” she asked, definitely not expecting that one.
Stephanie nodded in disappointment.
“Stephanie!” she shouted. “That’s illegal! You could get arrested for that!”
“I know,” Stephanie said, looking down at the carpet. “And I feel bad about it. I don’t know what to do.”
“You have to tell Uncle Jesse,” DJ said.
“But Dj, I can’t! He’ll be really upset and never trust me again because that’d make it twice in one day that I lied to him!”
“But you *have* to,” DJ said, then thought on it for a minute. “I mean, no, I can’t do that. Uncle Jesse deserves to know.”
“Wait, you can’t do what?”
“Nothing, nothing,” DJ said. “The point is..”
“DJ!” Stephanie screamed, standing up. “What is it? What were you going to say?”
DJ bit her lip. “I was going to say that I could spank you myself, and that’d be enough punishment, but..”
“YES!” Stephanie said. “Would you, please? I can’t tell Uncle Jesse.”
DJ sighed. “Stephanie... do you know how much trouble we could get in?”
“We won’t get in any trouble. You’re my older sister, you can punish me. You’re kind of an adult.”
She sighed again. “Okay, but I’m not going to spank you with my hand. It wouldn’t hurt enough,” she admitted.
Stephanie winced. Maybe she should go back to Uncle Jesse. But Uncle Jesse was so strong... what if he decided to spank with something else, too? Then she’d really be out of luck. “That’s fine,” she finally concluded.
DJ nodded. “Okay,” she said, picking up her purple plastic flat backed brush. “This’ll have to do,” she said, then sat down on her wooden chair that was sitting in front of her dresser. “Come here.”
Stephanie gulped and walked towards her older sister. “Not too hard, DJ,” she begged.
“Sorry, Steph. I have to. You know that lying and stealing is wrong and I have to teach you a lesson.” With that sentence, she proceeded to pull Steph over her lap, since she wasn’t wearing any pants.
Stephanie held onto the chair legs and tried to steady herself. She was nervous as hell, but knew that it’d be much worse if it were Uncle Jesse. She shivered as DJ pulled her panties down, just as she had when Uncle Jesse had. Boy, there she was, getting spanked for the second time in one day, the second time in her life.
THWACK!
The plastic hit her bare bottom sending out the weirdest noise ever, and combined with the sound that Stephanie made, it was actually sort of humorous. Steph’s bottom was throbbing and she desperately wished that it was all DJ was going to give her... but her wish wasn’t granted and the brush crashed down on her bottom again, this time a little lower and close to her sit spots.
“YEOUCH!” Steph howled. “DJ! That hurts!”
“I know, Steph, but THWACK! I have to do this. THWACK!”
DJ began hitting Stephanie’s bottom harder and harder, making pink sploches everywhere. Stephanie was kicking and whining and it was hurting so much, she wished that she’d just kept the whole thing to herself. Just as the tears began to stream down her cheeks, there was a knock at the door.
DJ was about to send another smack on Stephanie’s pink bottom when she stopped dead in the air.
“Girls?” Uncle Jesse said, knocking again and jiggling the doorknob. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
DJ and Stephanie looked at each other and Steph quickly hopped up, pulling her panties back up, fixing her hair and drying her eyes.
“Uh, yeah,” DJ said, “just getting ready for my date and Steph was helping me.
Jesse had his doubts. “Open the door,” he said, jiggling the handle once more.
DJ shoved Stephanie on her bed and under the covers so Jesse wouldn’t see her glowing pink bottom from DJ’s hairbrush, then she opened the door to see Jesse there, leaning against the wall.
“What was all that racket?” he asked, pushing past DJ and coming inside.
“Uh, nothing, Uncle Jesse,” DJ said, smiling nervously. “I must’ve dropped something.”
He looked at her questioningly. “DJ, did I ever tell you how much it bothers me when someone lies?”
She gulped and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie looked back and decided it was time to fess up. “Uncle Jesse, it was me,” she said, throwing the cover off of herself and walking towards him. “I came in here to tell DJ that I felt bad about something, and she was going to spank me for it.”
“I see. And what is it that you felt bad about?” he asked, somehow figuring that he had something to do with it.
Stephanie looked down at the floor, letting a tear fall from her eyes.
He lifted her chin up and looked at her. “Stephanie, tell me,” he said sternly, but with love.
She sniffled. “I lied to you earlier,” she admitted. “Nobody gave me those earrings as a present, I stole them.”
Jesse’s heart dropped. “Stephanie,” he began, clearing his throat. “You stole those earrings?”
She nodded, disappointed in herself.
Jesse was FAR more than disappointed in her. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t have the money for them. I had to buy Aunt Becky’s present and I wanted them so badly for my date tonight, I couldn’t help it.”
“Stephanie, that’s a pathetic excuse. You can always help it.” He took a deep breath in. “You gain nothing in life by stealing, do you understand? If you wanted the earrings you could have come to Danny, Joey, Becky, or me... you could have asked to borrow the money, or you could’ve gotten a babysitting job and paid for it yourself. You are never EVER under any circumstances to steal anything. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
“And I can’t believe you lied to me about it... knowing that it would be easier just to tell the truth to begin with.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “That’s why I wanted to talk to DJ because I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well the right thing to do would be to tell me. And believe me, first thing after I punish the two of you, we’re going to take those earrings back, got it?”
“But I’ve already been punished!” Stephanie protested.
He turned her around and pulled her panties down to see the fading marks from the hairbrush. “Oh, kiddo, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen,” he said then looked at DJ. “DJ, you’re first. Shut the door and come here.”
“But Uncle Jesse, I didn’t do anything!” she said.
“DJ, all you had to do was tell me what was going on.”
“But I didn’t want to rat out my sister. I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”
“And that’s still dishonesty.”
DJ folded her arms.
“DJ, come here, right now.”
“Uncle Jesse! You can’t do this! I’m 17 years old! That’s too old to be spanked!”
“Donna Joe Tanner! You will not have that attitude with me, Young Lady. You will shut that door and get over here this instant!”
DJ blinked and stammered, “yes sir,” then shut the door and went to her uncle.
“That’s more like it,” he said. “Since you ARE 17, DJ, and you know that lying is wrong and you’ve been punished for it before, I’m going to give you a little more than I did Stephanie earlier. I want you to go get my wooden hairbrush from my room.”
DJ blinked. “But Uncle Jesse...” she began, catching an admonishing look from him and she was defeated. She muttered a yes sir and scampered out of the room, returning seconds later with his wooden hairbrush, which looked much more intimidating than the plastic one she had used on Stephanie. He sat down on the chair.
“Okay, DJ, pants down.”
She looked at her sister nervously but complied, bringing her jeans down to her ankles then lying over her uncle’s lap.
“Young Lady, you know better than to lie to me. If someone in this house ever does something like Stephanie did, it’s your responsibility to tell someone, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
She felt him tugging her panties down to her knees and she held on tightly to the legs of the chair, knowing that she was in for a painful spanking.
He did not hesitate to begin. Within seconds he was crashing down the wooden hairbrush on her rear end and its cracks were echoing through the room as well as DJ’s cries. DJ was trying to remain brave through her punishment, but after the tenth smack, it was hurting her so much that she was crying out with every smack and pleading for him to stop. By the time he landed the twenty-ninth smack, she was bawling like a baby and couldn’t even talk because she was crying so hard. She had never experienced such pain in her life and she’d also never been so sorry for telling a lie. He decided to stop with thirty-five and he lifted the young girl up and sat her down in her wooden chair.
“Stay there until I’m finished with Stephanie’s spanking,” he commanded.
Stephanie stared at them in utter shock. She had seen DJ’s spanking and it was dark red and her sit spots and thighs looked like it was going to hurt for a long time. She was shifting in the seat uncomfotably.
“Stephanie,” Uncle Jesse began, “I want you to set both of DJ’s pillows on the middle of the bed then lean over them.”
DJ’s eyes went wide, not because of what he had told Stephanie, but because he was unbuckling his leather belt. She watched her sister put the pillows on the bed then looked back at Uncle Jesse who was sliding the belt through its loops. She looked like a deer in headlights and DJ could read her thoughts, “you’re not going to use that on me, are you?”
Uncle Jesse could clearly read her thoughts, too. “I hate doing this, kiddo, but you’re 14 years old and you know that stealing is wrong, okay?”
DJ still shifted on that terribly uncomfortable chair.
“Get over the pillows, Steph,” Uncle Jesse said in a calm voice.
Stephanie began crying again. DJ couldn’t blame her... if she was about to get spanked with a belt, she would DEFINITELY be crying.
“Steph, come on. The sooner you do this the sooner it’ll be over.”
“Please, Uncle Jesse,” she said, speaking for the first time since DJ had argued about getting spanked. “I’m sorry for stealing and I’m sorry for lying and I won’t do it again and DJ already punished me and please don’t hit me with that belt.”
He sighed. “I know, kiddo, but you’re my niece and my responsibility and I have to teach you a lesson, okay? Now come on, I’ll help you over.”
DJ watched Uncle Jesse help her younger sister over the pillows, still crying, and then he moved her panties down to her knees.
“Don’t reach back, okay? Keep a good grip on DJ’s mattress beacuse if you reach back I’ll have to add an extra.”
Stephanie sure didn’t want that. “Yes, sir,” she said in a weak voice.
DJ shifted again.
He lifted his belt high in the air. “Okay, Steph, I’m about to begin,” he said, giving her forewarning, then brought it down on her bottom.
DJ winced, feeling the own pain her bottom more.
Stephanie yelped and came up off the bed, tempted to cover her rear end and beg for mercy, but she didn’t, just cried louder and settled back down.
Jesse took another breath in, feeling sorry for his niece, but raised the belt again and collided it with her rump, causing another scream to erupt from her mouth and DJ to shift again in the chair, not wanting to watch.
“I have to do this, Steph,” he said. “Stealing is wrong, and it could get you arrested, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just slapped her bottom again two more times, leaving four red stripes. He decided to give four more whaps in those places, and then three on her sit spots.
He held her down with his left hand to make sure that she didn’t move more than necessary.
DJ watched nervously, biting on her fingernail, still shifting in her seat from being in so much pain.
Stephanie let DJ’s sheets soak up all of her tears. Tears because she knew what she did was wrong, tears because her backside hurt so much, and tears because she felt so horrible for letting Uncle Jesse down, twice in one day.
Jesse delivered the final seven spanks in a quick manner, so as to get them over with, and Stephanie howled in pain and DJ was crying all over again. He threw the belt down on the floor and lifted Stephanie from the bed, DJ from the chair, and held them both in his arms, cuddling and cradling them. It’d been a long day for all three of them.
“But, Steph,” he said, after the crying had died down. “We’re still taking those earrings back.”
“Yes, Uncle Jesse.”
*****
That night, Stephanie, Michelle, and Uncle Jesse took the earrings back while DJ was on her date. Stephanie apologized for the theft and returned them to the manager, not know much of what to say just that she was sorry and had been punished and she’d never do anything so stupid ever again. Jesse smiled at Stephanie. She was really growing up.
Aunt Becky loved her locket.
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