Misc Story. Jenny's curiosity earns her a sore bottom.
Curious Jenny
by Breanna Carter
There I was, a mere four feet four inches tall, yes, the shortest in fifth grade, in my tiny bathroom. The robe was zipped up, so I threw it over me in an instant and it literally swallowed me whole. I looked at the floor... my feet were not visible. I guess that’s what happens when you try on the clothes of your older brother. I dropped the hat on my head and it covered my eyes. All I could see in the mirror was the hat and some of my upper body. I bit my lip. I just *had* to see myself fully decked out in a graduation outfit. So I did it... I put down the seat of the toilet and stepped on top, peering into the mirror and noticing a small girl with red hair, thin and short, looking goofy because she had no arms or legs, and she couldn’t keep her hat on right. It was pretty amusing... I must say. That’s when I started giggling... and that’s when I laughed so hard, I lost balance and fell right into the bathtub, sending shampoo bottles flying every which direction and landing flat on my rump.
“Ouch!” I muttered and hurried up because I could hear the loud pounding of my brother’s footsteps walking towards the bathroom.
“Jenny?? Everything okay in there?” he asked, pounding on the door. “What in God’s name are you doing?”
I panicked. “Uhm, nothin’!” I squealed. “Just, uh, fell.”
“Well, hurry up, we have to go to the mall!” He gave one last pound on the door and I heard him walk off.
Phew! That was a close one. If Claude would’ve seen me in his graduation gown, my arse would have been his! And I mean it! See, Claude and I are fairly close, and my parents are believers in spanking, so thus, Claude is, too... He spanks me whenever he thinks I need it, which isn’t so often, but it would’ve definitely been the case if he’d known I was going through his stuff. He says that bothers him more than anything. But I can’t help it, I’m curious. I guess, like they say, curiousity killed the cat.
I pulled the gown back over my head and balled it up and peeked out the door, seeing the coast was clear, and then ran back to his bedroom, putting the items back in their proper place. I then skipped to my own room and put on some shoes.
“Okies! I’m ready!” I yelped and hopped towards him. “What’re we going to get at the mall, huh, huh?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Little Sis, would you calm down? I have to get some pants for graduation. And listen, if you leave my side at any time, I’m going to spank you like you wouldn’t believe, got it?”
I gulped. “Okies.”
“Come on,” he said and motioned for me to follow him to his car.
Claude had a nice car. He saved up all of his money from his job and bought it. Even had automatic windows! I loved to play with the windows, but he said it annoyed the hell out of him.
“Where’d Mom and Dad go?” he asked me. There he was again, trying to pester me into telling him where our parents went. No way was I telling him that they were going to get his graduation gift! A brand new laptop. Yum.. I wish I had a brand new laptop, but I couldn’t even talk my parents into getting me a new pair of pants! Maybe for my 8th grade graduation they could get me something nifty.
“I’m not tellin’!” I giggled.
He smiled. “Awww, come on. You can tell me.”
“Nopers! You don’t need to know... ‘sides, it doesn’t matter, huh?”
He shrugged. “I guess not. But I’ll like it, huh?”
“Yup.” It took me a minute to realize that he wasn’t supposed to know they were out getting him something, but I figured that it didn’t matter.
We arrived to the mall minutes later. “Geeze, Sis, calm down,” he ordered. I was hopping around from excitement. That always happens when I get to go somewhere with Claude. It’s cool hanging out with him ‘cause he’s 18 and all, has his own car, and let’s me listen to the music as loud as I want. And sometimes I can even convince him to buy me some ice cream or cookies from the food court.
“Oooo! Let’s play in the arcade!” I said. “And eat pizza and get ice cream and can I get a new cd?”
“No, Jenny, not today. I told you, I have to get my pants for graduation. We’ll come another time and do that.”
I pouted. “Then why’d I hafta come with you?” I whined.
“Cause Mom and Dad said I couldn’t leave you home alone. I guess they thought I was going to do more than go to the mall.”
“Can we pleaseeeeee get some pizza??” I begged, giving him a pathetic look.
He sighed. “If you’re good.”
I smiled. My brother loved me so much that I could talk him into almost anything. Almost.
I followed him happily towards Dillard’s. I was skipping and having a good time when I noticed the Disney store. There was a huge Dumbo sitting in the display window and it caught my eye. Dumbo was my favorite childhood movie.
“Claude!” I squealed, but didn’t wait for him to answer, just assumed that he’d follow me inside the store. I told ya, my curiousity always gets the best of me. I went automatically to the Dumbo they had on display and ‘awwed’ it and then found some toys that I played with and some stuffed animals that you could squeeze and they made a noise. I was having so much fun it took me a little while to realize that Claude wasn’t anywhere in the store.
Well, I thought, maybe he went on to Dillard’s.
I bit my lip nervously and headed towards Dillard’s. Only, I got kinda lost. I went the wrong way and ended up near the cd store and the food court instead. I turned around and began walking the other way. I kept my head up, looking at the signs on all the stores and seeing if Claude was in there. And then I got distracted again. It was a store called Limited Too and it was my favorite store ever! I decided that Claude wouldn’t mind if I went in there and tried some stuff on, so as I eventually found him and he had his pants.
So I went inside the store and tried on four pairs of pants and modeled them in the dressing room, wishing that Claude could see what a great model I’d make. I finally got bored with it and put them back on the hangers and back on the rack. I looked through some of the other stuff and finally got bored enough to attempt to find Dillard’s again. But I didn’t make it that far. I didn’t even make it out of the store before I felt a strong hand coming down on my shoulder.
“Jenny Rene’ Clements! I thought I told you not to leave my side, Young Lady!” the voice said. I turned around and looked up to see my older brother, towering over me.
“I didn’t! I told you I wanted to look at something but you kept on walking!”
He glared at me and took me by the upper arm, hauling me out of the store. How embarrassing! Everyone was looking at me and knew I was in for it. “I told you that I had to look for pants and I didn’t have any time to look through all the other stores,” he scolded. “You knew not to wander off like that, whether you told me or not.” He was still dragging me through the mall and I felt so stupid. Everyone was giving me these looks... I guess they felt sorry for me or something. I tried to imagine the sight... yup, I’d have been laughing.
“Will ya please let go? You’re hurting me,” I whined.
“Oh, this is nothing,” he replied, finding the food court and dragging me to the back where the bathroom was. I guess this was where he was looking and I wondered if he was going to make me sit there until he found his pants then come back to get me. But we passed the room with the couches and we passed the water fountain and we finally arrived to a restroom with a sign that read “family restroom” and had a picture of a man and a lady on it. Claude opened the door and dragged me inside.
It was a huge bathroom with one toilet, a sink, a changing station, and a mirror. When I walked in, I first noticed how much I was blushing from being so embarrassed. Claude locked the door and dragged me over to the toilet where he put the lid down and sat.
“You will not wander off from me like that, got it?” he asked.
“I won’t, Claude... but please... you’re not going to spank me here, are you? Everyone’ll hear...”
“Good. They need to know what a naughty little sister you’ve been. I was worried sick about you, Jenny. I’ve been looking all over the mall for the last thirty minutes! I thought somebody might’ve kidnapped you!”
I hung my head. “Sorry,” I muttered.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Young Lady. Now, drop your pants.”
I sniffled but unbuttoned my jean-shorts and slid them to the floor. He then grabbed my left arm and hauled me over his lap, my hands touching the tiled floor and feet in the air. “Please not too hard,” I begged, but it was useless.
“You deserve every bit of this,” he replied, tugging my panties down to my knees. “I’m not going to tolerate you running off like that.” And with that, he slapped my bare cheeks and I let out a slight yelp. He kept landing more and more smacks, and I tried to keep quiet, since there were people around and I didn’t want them to hear, but after a while, it began to hurt so much that I squealed with each smack and began crying, wailing really, and tears were streaming down my face and I was squirming and begging him to stop. And finally, he stopped. It’d seemed like it’d taken forever. “Now, we’re going to Dillard’s to find my pants, and this time, you’re not going to run off, got it?”
“Got it!” I replied, wiping the tears from my eyes. He pulled my panties back up for me then stood me up. I pulled my bluejean shorts back up and buttoned them, wiping my eyes again. He reached out and hugged me.
“You scared me so much,” he admitted.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He released and let me wash my face so my eyes weren’t so red and puffy.
We went to Dillard’s and I was good, for the most part. I stood there and watched as he looked through the pants, and sometimes he’d even ask me what I thought about them. He’d go into the dressing room and try a pair on then come out and model for me, and he even tried some funny pants on. Would you believe they actually had green pants??
He didn’t find anything he liked, though, so I had to suffer through going into three more stores. I was bored to tears by this time. Obviously having forgotten about my previous spanking, I decided that I wanted to try on some men’s pants, too, and see how they fit me. I’m so curious about this kinda stuff. So I took a pair of blue jeans into the dressing room. They were huge! I mean, not because they were made for a big guy, but because they were Jnco’s or something like that. They were meant to be really big. And when I tried them on, they barely fit. Okay, so they didn’t fit. Didn’t even come close. I giggled so much I thought I was going to fall again, and I almost did! But not from giggling, from tripping over the pants. I stepped out of the dressing room to show Claude how ridiculous I looked and he wasn’t there.
“Claude?” I asked, looking under all the dressing room doors to see if there were feet inside. They were empty.. haunted almost. I went back to where the pants were and saw no sign of him. I felt this knot in my stomach. This couldn’t be good...
I went back to the dressing room and took the jeans off. I looked around for a second, then tugged my panties down to my thighs to have a quick look at my bottom. It was only a little pink, which meant that it’d been a while since the spanking and Claude clearly hadn’t spanked me as hard as he could have. I gulped. That meant that when he finally found me again, I’d get it worse than I’d already gotten it. That didn’t sound like fun.
I tugged my panties back up and put on my shorts. I opened the door and nearly ran out of the dressing room. I looked all through the store... no sign of him. I went back into the mall and through some of the stores we hadn’t visited yet. I went through the arcade and to the pizza place and all through the food court. I couldn’t find him. The knot moved from my stomach to my throat and I plopped down on a bench and began crying. I don’t know how long I sat there and cried, but it must have been at least ten minutes. Finally, a security guard approached me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I can’t find my brother.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes in time to see him get on a walkie talkie and mutter something about “finding her.”
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Jenny Clements,” I said.
“Okay, Miss Jenny Clements, come with me. I’ll take you to your brother.”
I’d always been told not to go with strangers, but this guy didn’t seem like such a stranger. Any man with a walkie talkie couldn’t be a stranger, right? And besides, it seemed like he actually knew my brother. But did I really wanna go back there and face his wrath? I guess I had no other choice.
I followed the security guard, keeping my eyes locked on his boots cause they were boring enough and I didn’t want to get distracted and lose him, too.
He led me to this long hallway and then we walked for what seemed like hours until we finally got to a room where I saw Claude standing, hands on hips, worried look on his face. “Jenny!” he said when I walked in. It wasn’t an angry shout, but more of a relieved.
“Hey,” I murmured.
“What’d I tell you about wandering off, huh?” he asked.
“I just went to try on some pants!” I defended.
He didn’t answer, just pretended like I wasn’t talking to him. He looked at the officers and thanked them then put his hand on my back and led me out of the room.
“What am I going to do with you, Sis?” he asked. “Two times in one day. You’re not going to be a happy camper when we get home,” he assured me.
“But Claude!” I whined.
“Nope, I’m not listening. You had your chance to stay put and be a good girl, but you didn’t. We could’ve gone and gotten some pizza and played at the arcade, but not anymore.”
I pouted. If I’d have known trying on those stupid pants would’ve caused such a fuss, I wouldn’t have even looked at the darn things! “I’m sorry!”
“Like I said, sorry isn’t going to cut it. But you’re really going to be sorry when you get home, Young Lady.”
We were back in the mall at this time and people were staring again. They’d heard what Claude had said and I’m sure they all felt sorry for me. Hell, I’m sure they all knew what was going to happen to me. Something I didn’t want to face.
“I didn’t mean to get lost again! I just tried on a pair of pants.”
He just kept leading me towards the exit. “I told you to stay put. You didn’t. You’re getting a spanking, Jenny Rene’ and you’re not talking your way out of it.”
I blushed again. People could hear! What was he thinking!
But I stopped talking. I didn’t talk the walk through the mall, or the ride home, and when we actually got home, I didn’t really even talk then.
“Go to your room,” he said as we entered the small house.
I scurried to my room to avoid a swat on my bottom. Inside, I sat on my bed and let my feet swing with anticipation while I waited for him. I couldn’t keep still ‘cause I was so nervous.
I heard his footsteps and my heart pounded with each step. I bit my lip and waited. The door swung open and there he stood like a jailer coming to take me to execution. I was just waiting for him to say “Jenny Rene’ Clements, do you have any last words?”
I was trying to think of my last words when he shut the door behind him and came inside, plopping down next to me. “Kid, you know I care about you... why do you worry me so?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t mean to. I was bored.”
“I know you were. And I’m sorry. That’s why I was going to take you to the arcade.”
“I guess I messed up, huh?”
“Yeah, you did. But you just have to learn from your mistakes, okay? And with mistakes comes punishment, right?”
I nodded slowly.
“Are you ready?”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
He let out a soft smile. “Stand up, shorts down..” he began.
I just did as I was told. I stood slowly, biting my lip and fidgeting, then slid my shorts down to the floor. I stepped out of them then allowed him to pull me over his lap.
“I’m very disappointed in you,” he lectured, pulling my panties down to my ankles and resting one hand on my bum and the other holding me in position. I kept my hands flat on the floor, a shiver running through my spine and staring at the carpet. “I’d never expect you to do something after you’d already been punished for it.” This was not the time for me to talk. “I was so worried about you, Jenny. I searched frantically through the mall until I finally found a security guard and told him what happened.” He moved his hand a little then lifted it up and sent it crashing on my bottom with a loud SMACK! I gasped and yelled, already beginning to cry. “I don’t want you to ever do this again, do you understand, Young Lady?” He spanked me three more times.
“I understand,” I cried.
“Good.” And with that, he delivered several more smacks, mostly to my bottom but a few to my sitspots and thighs, and before I knew it, I was kicking and yelping and screaming and howling like I’d never done before. “No more running off, got it?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oooowwwwwwwwww, yyyessssss I gottt itttt!” I howled.
He ended with two sharp blows to my thighs and I just lay over his knee, bawling like a baby. Bawling because my bottom throbbed and bawling because I’d let him down.
After a few minutes of staying like this and feeling him rub my bottom ever so slightly, he finally lifted me up and held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth until my crying died down and I fell asleep in his arms. He must’ve pulled my panties back up for me cause the next morning when I woke, my bottom was still hurting a little, but my panties were on and I was tucked into bed. I love my big brother, even if he does spank me sometimes. I deserved it, though.
25 May 2004
21 May 2004
Story: The Deal
WRITTEN BY BREANNA AND HALEY, here's the third installment of "Have Faith", the sweet, humorous and now almost totally consensual spanking Summer tales of a 12-year-old Natural Born Brat and her 16-year-old "pretend-brother".
HAVE FAITH - The Deal
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
THWACK! The wet mop slapped the floor with a loud slippery noise, and Francis Dolarhyde started cleaning the bathroom floor with eagerness, just wanting to get it over with and go home. It was a few minutes past six on a Sunday afternoon, with evening starting to fall on the town, and Hamel’s Amusement Park had just closed down. He was the one in charge of cleaning, locking the gates and everything, that week, so the 16-year-old got to it with his usual goodwill. It wasn’t long, though, before he heard some noises from one of the bathroom stalls. Turning off the music in his portable CD player, he called out:
"Hey, anyone still here?..."
Faith sat in the last stall on the top part of the toilet with her feet on the seat so whomever was in the bathroom wouldn’t see her. She had no idea that they cleaned the bathrooms after closing... you definitely couldn’t tell by just looking at them, in the morning. She tried to stop breathing when she heard a familiar voice, and it sounded like Francis’s. She couldn’t say she was in there, although he would probably figure it out eventually. And as her heart paced, her mind went through the long series of reasons why she should not be there in the first place.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, after all, but Francis could definitely tell he had heard something. Thinking about someone trying to infiltrate the place and steal the day’s earnings (it wouldn’t have been the first time), he was alarmed, and was about to back out to the office to call on the night guard... when a familiar smell reached his nostrils. Deodorant. More precisely, peach-flavoured deodorant. He knew only one person who would ever use such a thing. He opened the various stalls’ doors till, at the last one, he was presented with the sight of Faith.
The girl screamed in terror, or pretended to. "Ahhh! What the hell are you doing in here?!" she gasped, falling off of the toilet and hitting her head. "Ow! See what you made me do!"
Jumping forward, he helped her up and checked her head, making sure she wasn’t hurt or anything. There was no blood, perhaps just the start of a small bump that would form within the next hour. Francis took in a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"You scared the hell outta me! Me? I’m doing my job," he exclaimed. "You’re the one who was supposed to be home a hour ago, when we closed!"
"Whatever," she sneered. "Just finish doing what you were doing and I’ll stay right here, thank you very much," she said in the most bratty tone she could muster, not even thinking what she was saying or how... by now, acting like that with him was becoming natural.
He quirked an eyebrow. There was something weird in the way she acted, though, even for her. "Faith, for Goodness’ sake, it’s late. You know the rules about being here after closing time!"
"It’s not late," she said. "It’s only six and it’s not even dark outside. Now go away and leave me alone."
Rolling his eyes and taking another deep breath, Francis took her wrist and pulled her out of the stall. "I’ll do nothing of the like. C’mon, let’s go to the office and call your folks, then you can go."
"NO!" Faith yelled and stomped her foot. "Let me go!" She gave him a death glare, trying to be as bratty and annoying as possible because she needed his attention, needed him to spank her again, needed anything he could give her.
For a moment, Francis’s mind was brought back to when she was four or five, because that was the way she was acting: a bratty child throwing tantrums for no reason. While his heart thumped wildly, he started to consider what he should be doing. He crossed his arms and hissed: "Are you going to do what I say?..."
"No," she stated plainly, folding her own arms.
His breath shortened even more. "Fine." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the stall and across the bathroom, heading for the manager’s office. "Then see what this gets you."
"Stopppppp it!" she yelled, then grabbed onto the nearest thing that she could find, which happened to be the sink. "Leave me alone! I’m not going home!"
Turning around, Francis didn’t think twice before raising his hand and whacking her skirt-covered behind with a loud SMACK! that had her arch her back and let out a loud yelp. "I said COME along!" he roared, his ears flushing and his throat feeling hoarse already. There went that funny feeling again... he hated to have to do this... and loved it...
Faith glared at him. "I said NO!" she shouted, still pulling away and tempted to kick him, or bite him, or anything so he’d stop trying to take her to the manager’s office and instead bring her over his lap for another spanking.
On his behalf, Francis could barely believe his eyes. It was like she was looking for it! My, that’s impossible... is it?, he thought to himself. His eyes caught hers for a moment and they just stared at each other, before he reached for her and unceremoniously bent her over the sink and slapped her bottom twice in quick succession. SMACK! SPANK!
"OW! Hey stop that!" she said, in a fairly weak voice because she didn’t really mean it. She tried again to pull away from his grip and this time she actually succeeded, and ran back into the stall and locked the door. Why she did that, she was uncertain, but she wasn’t about to let him drag her to the manager’s office and call home because that would have been a major turn-off – also literally.
Francis stood by the sink, a dumbstruck expression painted on his face. She could run away all she wanted, but she didn’t. Yet again, it looks to him as though she was looking for a spanking... and then again, she was escaping. He didn’t get it. Why couldn’t she just speak her mind? A little voice in the back of his head said: ‘why, would you?’, but Francis ignored it and just walked to the stall, and tried to open the door, failing, since it was locked.
"Faith, open the door!" he said, pounding on it.
"Go away," she said softly, wiping a fallen tear from her cheek.
He couldn’t see or hear her starting to cry, though, so he pounded his fist harder on the door. "I said open the goddamn door, you have ten seconds before... before I..." he left it hanging.
"Before you what?" she asked, hopeful, just a tone of frustrated anger in her voice. Maybe he’d crawl under the door, because there was a small opening there, you know, like in public bathrooms sometimes, and then he’d drag her out and spank her, then hold her like he’d do sometimes. That’s what she was hoping he’d say.
But again he took another deep breath. Was he really going down that road? He felt it was a point-of-no-return situation. Or perhaps they were already well past that point and he hadn’t noticed. Giving her those small smacks might have worsened the situation, now that he thought about it. So, sighing, Francis said:
"... before I open the door with the keys I’ve got back in the manager’s office, take you out of there and give you a sound bare bottom spanking, little girl, is that clear?"
Her heart thumped wildly at that. She folded her arms. "Fine, go ahead. See if I care."
That was the icing on the cake, and just what he had been (quite secretly) waiting for. "Alright then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you." Francis rushed to the manager’s office and found the keys to the stalls, then ran back and approached the one Faith was locked away inside. "Just you wait..."
"I’m waiting," she teased, tapping her foot and grinning.
She tried to control herself, but she was so happy that he finally decided to spank her that she feared she might burst out laughing at any time. And when Francis finally worked the door open, he was presented with the sight of a defiant Faith, arms crossed and looking at him almost daringly.
"Well, your wait is over," Francis hissed, and stood her up and sat back down on the closed toilet. "Skirt up, and I mean it," he said, glaring at her.
She giggled more by seeing him being so serious. She giggled so much that she slid down to the floor, actually, and soon the whole bathroom echoed with laughter. "J-just a m-minute," she choked out, still laughing out loud.
Now, Francis didn’t really know what to think or do. There he was, threatening her with a sound thrashing... and she laughed?? "Faith... what... what the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled, more out of frustration than anything, though he had to admit it was an amusing sight.
She still giggled like crazy, trying to contain herself, but before she knew it, she was laughing so hard that her stomach was hurting and she was crying and curled up into a ball. Finally she breathed in and stopped laughing, trying to compose herself.
"Ahem, sorry," she murmured. She wiped her tears from laughter out of her eyes and looked up at his disappointed face. "Why are you giving me that look?" she asked, then stood. Her heart thumped. And she almost told him... in fact, she even started the sentence. "I just..." she began, intending to finish it with ‘wanted you to spank me again and I didn’t know how to tell you’ but instead she paused and bit her lip, then lifted her skirt up.
Francis just sat, amazed and unable to do anything, until she finally stood and stopped laughing. When she began talking and then paused, he edged her on: "You just..." he started, but then saw her raise her skirt and expose her thin white underwear, just like that, and his head whirled. "... you just what?..." he completed the sentence in a whisper. He stood, on shaking legs, and approached her, looking straight in her eyes. "Faith, what are you doing?... I’m going to spank you... you know that?" he stated. Perhaps she didn’t realise, perhaps she was being bratty, perhaps... perhaps...
"Yes, I know, and you told me to raise my skirt. So I did..."
Breathing hard, Francis nodded. There was a gleam in her eye, though, there was no denying it. "And... and you’re not going to do anything about it?"
She blinked then let out a nervous giggle, knowing she couldn’t start hysterically laughing again. "Is there anything I can do about it?" she asked, the famous answering a question with a question.
"I..." it was Francis’s turn to stutter and look for the right words. "I don’t know. You pleaded and tried to get away, the other times... now it looks as though you’re asking for it," he stated, plain and simple. Then he felt those words form in his mouth, and didn’t stop them: "Are you?"
Faith’s heart stopped then began pounding in her chest. How could she answer that question? Then the words escaped from her mouth before she had the chance to think about what she was saying: "Well, uh, maybe... yeah..."
That was even more astonishing than he could ever imagine, and again his head started spinning. "Oh dear," he whispered, more to himself than anything. Did she really mean that?? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. No, she must have been teasing him, and mercilessly, too. He suddenly felt angry. Let’s see if she means business, said that small voice in the back of his head. "Then pull down your panties," he hissed, daringly, knowing she never would do that.
But she said ‘okay’ and tugged them down to her knees, and immediately covered up spots that he shouldn’t see. Yes, she did want to be spanked, but she still didn’t want him to see stuff like that.
Again, Francis couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, not even five feet tall and looking at him with the most candid face in the world, her panties at half-mast and practically begging to be spanked. She was the most irresistible sight he’d ever seen, and yet, the saddest. A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind, but eventually he just reached for her and shook her shoulders with rage.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING??" he exclaimed.
Faith didn’t know what to do, so she finally pulled her panties back up because she felt dumb just standing there like that with them down and she figured that it was time that she talked to Francis about something.
"Can we talk?" she whispered, and pointed towards the wall where she wanted to sit down and just tell him how she felt.
He just nodded, and pointed at the wall too. As seconds passed, he felt some of the anger being wiped away, and his flushed face lose some of its colour. "Okay," he finally whispered after a while. "We do need to talk."
She grabbed his hand and walked him over to the wall, then slid down onto the floor that was dry by this time, practically pulling him down with her. She lay her head on his shoulder. "This is hard to say," she said softly, wishing that her heart would stop thumping so much.
Sitting there with her, his heart was beating just as wildly, and he let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes when she rested her head on his shoulder. He clasped her hand tight into his, and kissed the top of her head. "I’m here, Faith," he said. "It’s hard for me too... let’s just say it, okay?"
She nodded. "Okay well... see... like, at home, I dunno, since I moved in with my step family it seems like I’m not getting any attention anymore and I miss it... I miss having someone care about me and hold me and rock me and, well... when you threatened to spank me, I kind of threw more pennies just to see if you’d actually do it, and I wanted you to, and when you did, I was so surprised and I liked it so much and I don’t know why... and... well... yeah, I just kind of like being spanked," she said in one quick breath, talking quickly so it’d be over and done with, and right after she said it, she blushed like crazy and hid her face in her hands.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, Francis was much more of a coward than she was. He would have never found the courage to say something of the like, not even at his age, let alone at twelve. As his whole body and mind were shaken by an electric thrill and he held her close, what was he supposed to say? I like it too?... and why not, after all. She’d had the guts, he could as well. Licking his lips, he gathered his courage.
"I understand... I’m so sorry about your family, Faith... but I kind of... yeah, I like it too. To spank you, I mean..."
She looked up, face red from being so embarrassed. "You do?" she asked, blushing more. "But... wait... then..." she stammered, not sure what to say. "This whole time?"
She sure did look very flushed in her face, and he probably didn’t look different. Francis gave a small nod and shrugged. "I don’t know... it’s hard to say... I think so, but then again, no. I mean, partly I felt like it was deserved, and partly I... yeah, I just wanted to, and I wanted it bad. You understand this, right?" he said, hoping, praying she would.
She shrugged. "Probably as much as you understand me actually wanting to get spanked."
She couldn’t be mad at him because, after all, she had hidden the fact that she liked it, too. She opened her mouth to say something, but found nothing to say, so she closed it and just rested on his chest, wondering, ‘what next?’ Ironically, he was at a loss for words just as well, so all he did was sitting with her, and they stayed there for quite some time.
At long last, Francis shifted his weight, gathered her in her arms and swept her onto her lap, planting a kiss on her cheek, making it last as long as possible. "Faith, I love you. You’re like a sister to me... you are a sister. I would never hurt you, believe me. I... just want your good. And mine too, yes, but I mostly want yours," he said, not quite sure himself what he was saying.
"My good? I don’t get it.." she admitted.
Francis swallowed and licked his lips. "I just mean to say that... well, yeah... if you want to be spanked, you don’t have to act up or do things you normally wouldn’t do. You don’t have to attract my attention like that and maybe even put yourself in some stupid danger, like when you rode off the train... you..." he took a deep breath "... you can just ask."
She perked up. "Really?" She breathed in again. This was easier than she thought it would be. Finally she nodded. "Well, then, uh, can you like, um, spank me, Francis? I feel horrible... I don’t want to go home, I want to run away... that’s why I’m still here. I figured I could just stay all night in here and tomorrow morning I could come out and do stuff like always and everything would be fine and I’d never have to go back home. I just want someone to care about me," she said, trying her hardest to keep herself from crying.
Still keeping her close, Francis nodded too. "Well I think you’re making too much of a big deal out of this, and that your family loves you and that even though you feel like this, you are wanted and they do care; perhaps it’s just a bit harder for you or them to show it... But yes, I do love you, and I do care... and do you really want me to spank you because you feel horrible? Is this what it is to you, a release of guilt? Or there’s more?" he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of it – and no pun was intended in that.
She shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno why I want to be spanked. Maybe for trying to run away... or maybe for being so bratty and stuff. I don’t know." And she honestly didn’t know.
"Okay," Francis said, nodding. "Well, if I have to be sincere, I don’t know why either... I just know it makes me feel good. It’s many things in one. It gives me that nice you-know-what feeling, and I know I’m being helpful, and that it’s bonding and that I feel SO close to you when I do it... am I making sense?" he shook his head.
But Faith nodded eagerly. "Yes, you’re making sense out of what I’m trying to say... because you’re like a big brother to me, and I wish you really were, and every time you spank me it’s like you’re more like a big brother and stuff like that."
"Oh Faith," he whispered, again looking straight in her eyes. "One doesn’t need biological lineage, you know?... I’d be proud to call you my little sister. You make my day every time I see you, you brighten me up and make me happy, and when I spank you, I feel like I’m doing your good."
She nodded. "Okay," she said, not quite getting it for now, but leaving it alone. "So that means that you’ll spank me? Like, ummm, now?" She didn’t want to seem like she was hurrying it along, it was just that she felt kind of uncomfortable talking about it since she had no idea why she liked it and stuff, and besides, she didn’t want him to think that she meant some other time: she wanted to be spanked that evening, whether it be in one minute or one hour. That’s what she meant by that statement.
Francis still did roll his eyes – but not on the outside – at that typical attitude to escape speeches after a while. It was perfectly understandable, though, given Faith’s age and personality, and he didn’t comment. And then, what was needed to be said had been said, after all, so he just nodded, but also leant forward and kissed her forehead again, loving the touch of it.
"Well no-one is here but us now... and I’m sitting already. I don’t see a better time than this, you know," he said, a feeble attempt at a joke, but he was being serious, too.
She nodded, not really catching the joke, and simply moved over his lap and lay her face on the cold floor. "I’m ready when you are," she said.
Again he was struck by such eagerness. She must really want it bad, Francis thought to himself as he raised her skirt, again revealing her underwear. He would NEVER tell her just how cute she looked with her bottom bared: that was one of the things she wasn’t ready for, not yet. He slipped down the tiny undergarment and rested a hand on her cheeks.
"You okay, really?"
"Yeah, I am," she said, taking a deep breath in. "I want this, remember? I like it as much as you do," she reminded him, hoping that it’d make him realize that she was fine, and wanted him to begin the spanking instead of stalling. Thinking that, she said: "Look who’s stalling now," then grinned.
That actually made him laugh, but only for a second, because he quickly regained composure and raised his hand, smacking it down with moderate force on the girl’s bare tush. "Well, I’ll add ‘stalling’ to the list of things you richly deserve to be spanked for," he said, just a slight note of irony in his voice. But then he found a pace, and the smile wiped off his face as he spanked Faith’s bottom to a rosy pink. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"OW!" Faith yelped, being taken by surprise, because she expected him to make a comment of some kind before he spanked her. With each spank after that, she winced a bit, biting her lower lip so she wouldn’t exclaim ‘ow’ so often.
Francis wasn’t what you may call an experienced spanker, but he did know how to get his point across, and Faith had been a good testing ground, so to speak. He kept spanking up and down her petite derriere, focusing some smacks on her sit-spots, then making his way back up. When he spanked on her most tender areas, she couldn’t help but yelp, because that always hurt, and she finally began crying out.
"Owwwww, okay, that hurts, ow, Francis," she groaned, not wanting to tell him to stop because she wasn’t ready for him to stop yet, and nor was he ready to. He wondered when that should happen, actually, and then realised that as a ‘big brother’, it was his responsibility to decide when she’d had enough, and it was an important one.
"I know baby... SMACK! SMACK! ...but just so you know... SMACK! SMACK! ... I’m going to stop when I see fit... SMACK! SMACK! ... no matter how much you plead... SMACK! SMACK! ... or say you’ll be good... SMACK! SMACK! ... okay Faith?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow, okay," she nodded, glad that he’d take that job instead of she. It was in her nature to plead for it to stop when she didn’t really want it to end, so at least now she knew that it wouldn’t affect him so greatly if she did plead and didn’t want it to end, if that made sense. And in fact, Francis already knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, not until real tears had been shed and she was actually begging for him to end the spanking. He wasn’t quite aware of the mechanics, himself, but spanking past the point of real tears just felt like a natural thing to do. So he kept delivering hearty smacks to both of her cheeks, now quickly reddening.
Faith winced and soon she began squirming and kicking a little, still not begging, but on the verge of tears. "Owwwww!" she exclaimed, groaning and whining a little. "Francis, ow, that hurts!"
Francis concentrated a few whacks on her left cheek only, then moved onto the right one, then in the middle. Yes, she’s liking this to some degree, he thought to himself, but perhaps I should give it a reason, shouldn’t I? After all, she wants me to be like a big brother and love her and care for her, this is not just a game, is it?
And with that he said: "You will not run away from home... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not stay here after closing time... SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not sass me, is that clear?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Faith felt that feeling spread through her body as he scolded. "Owwwww!!!" she exclaimed. "Yessss, Francisssss, owwwww, I won’t, I promise..."
"I hope you stick to that," he scolded some more... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... because if you don’t..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... I’m going to take you over my knee..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and spank you again..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and perhaps worse..." SMACK! SMACK! "... do you understand, missy?" he added for emphasis.
"Owwwwwwwiiieesssss," Faith whined, almost to tears, "owwwwwwww, yes, Francis, I understand! Owwwww..."
"Good, baby," he said, hoping she would like a term of endearment. But still he kept it up, circling her waist with his arm and taking a firmer grip on her, while smacking down on her naked bottom with force. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahhhhh owwwwwwwwwww," she whined, kicking like crazy and finally crying, "I’m sorryyyyy," she cried, "I’m sorry, Francis... pleaseeee no more." Big tears fell down her cheeks now.
But he still kept her close, restraining her movements as much as he could, and spanked her bare bummy until the dark pink hue was a bright, blazing red. Only then he thought he could stop, and finished her spanking with a flurry of hard smacks to her thighs. She yelped with each of them, but she couldn’t move because he was holding her so tight, and when he stopped, she just cried like crazy, wailing like a small child, and lying there limp.
"I’m sorry," she muttered, wondering how in the world she could like this so much. But she did, and even now that her bottom was on fire and she really felt like a toddler, she was not having second thoughts.
Francis was breathing hard as he released his grip on her small body, and he leant back against the wall, watching her red backside and hearing her pitiful cries. He was so very sorry for her, but he was enjoying that thoroughly just as much as she was, and he too was having doubts and unanswered questions.
After a while, he started rubbing her back. "I’m here," he thought he’d let her know.
She nodded, then pushed herself up from over his knee and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much," she said, burying her head in his chest, still crying.
He was so very glad she did that, because he wouldn’t have found the courage to. He clung on to her like too, and kissed her head and let her cry out. "I love you too, little sister, oh so much..." he whispered as he rocked her like you do a small child.
She loved being held like this.. she loved knowing that she had an older brother who cared about her... and for some reason, she loved having a sore bottom. She held on to him so tightly and didn’t let go until she finished crying and she pulled away. "Thanks again," she whispered, then managed to stand and pull her panties up. She took a deep breath in and looked at her red puffy face in the mirror. "You know..." she began, "since the first time you spanked me, I’ve been wanting to see what my bottom looked like... so you think that maybe... uh," she felt so dumb asking this, "I could look and you could kind of lift me up so I could see it? ‘Cause otherwise, I’m too short to see my rear end in this mirror."
The way she was asking for that was so cute he almost felt like smothering her with hugs. Almost. Giving a small smile, and kissing her again, he wondered what he’d done to deserve such a lovely girl-child into his life. Then he did as she asked: he pulled her panties down on the back, to just below her tush, and lifted her so she could steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and still turn around and look at the mirror.
"So, how do you like the view?" he asked, teasing just a bit.
She blushed so much when he made that comment that her face almost matched her red bottom. Almost. She didn’t say anything to him, just reached back and rubbed her bottom a little, admiring its bright red hue and, somehow, just loving the half-numb, half-stinging feeling it gave when she kneaded the sore flesh with her fingers. Finally she nodded.
"Okay, all finished," she muttered, still embarrassed as hell.
Her embarrassment was visible, and though he snickered quietly, he didn’t say anything either, just put her down and replaced her underwear. "For what it’s worth," he said, though, "I find it a cute sight. Where’s a camera when you need one?" he shook his head, then crouched, as though waiting to be slapped.
She blushed like crazy again and went to the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She found it best just to ignore him when he embarrassed her, so she washed her face, dried it off, then looked at him. She grinned and hugged him one final time.
"Do I have to go home? Can I just go home with you instead?"
She was really quite a sight. Not even old enough to be in high school and there she was, blushing like crazy and grinning from ear to ear after a sound spanking. Francis hugged her back and again kissed her, but then shook his head at her question.
"No, Faith. I mean, yeah you can come home with me and hang out for a while, how would you like it if we watched a movie?... but we’ll call your parents first and let them know you’re okay," he reminded her.
She poked out her lower lip. "But I don’t wanna go home."
"Faith," he snapped, stressing the word.
"Francis," she imitated, and couldn’t help but smile. Finally she sighed. "Fine, you can call them and tell them I’m okay, but I’m not talking to them."
He smiled too at her bratty act – nothing new under the sun, there – but nodded. "Okay, you’re not talking, that’s a deal. But after the evening you’re back to your family, alright? And don’t say no or you’ll be across my lap again as soon as I take you home, got it?" he added, trying hard to suppress a smirk.
Faith thought about that for a moment, then smirked herself. Quietly, with a huge grin on her face, she said "no," then stuck her tongue out at him.
His mouth hang open wide and he shook his head, playfully nudging her. "Watch out, you might not want to test my limits," he said, circling her shoulders with his arm and heading out of the bathroom. "‘sides, you already have a very sore bummy to sit upon throughout the movie."
Faith nodded, quite fond of the thought. "I was just kidding anyway!" she said, rubbing her rear end and leaning against him. "You’re the greatest, Big Bro," she said.
"Naah, you are the greatest, Lil Sis," he replied, and as they walked out of the bathroom, he felt the closest to her as he’d ever been in the past, and she being back to her lively, if bratty, self told him she enjoyed that new-found relationship between them as much as he did.
HAVE FAITH - The Deal
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
THWACK! The wet mop slapped the floor with a loud slippery noise, and Francis Dolarhyde started cleaning the bathroom floor with eagerness, just wanting to get it over with and go home. It was a few minutes past six on a Sunday afternoon, with evening starting to fall on the town, and Hamel’s Amusement Park had just closed down. He was the one in charge of cleaning, locking the gates and everything, that week, so the 16-year-old got to it with his usual goodwill. It wasn’t long, though, before he heard some noises from one of the bathroom stalls. Turning off the music in his portable CD player, he called out:
"Hey, anyone still here?..."
Faith sat in the last stall on the top part of the toilet with her feet on the seat so whomever was in the bathroom wouldn’t see her. She had no idea that they cleaned the bathrooms after closing... you definitely couldn’t tell by just looking at them, in the morning. She tried to stop breathing when she heard a familiar voice, and it sounded like Francis’s. She couldn’t say she was in there, although he would probably figure it out eventually. And as her heart paced, her mind went through the long series of reasons why she should not be there in the first place.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, after all, but Francis could definitely tell he had heard something. Thinking about someone trying to infiltrate the place and steal the day’s earnings (it wouldn’t have been the first time), he was alarmed, and was about to back out to the office to call on the night guard... when a familiar smell reached his nostrils. Deodorant. More precisely, peach-flavoured deodorant. He knew only one person who would ever use such a thing. He opened the various stalls’ doors till, at the last one, he was presented with the sight of Faith.
The girl screamed in terror, or pretended to. "Ahhh! What the hell are you doing in here?!" she gasped, falling off of the toilet and hitting her head. "Ow! See what you made me do!"
Jumping forward, he helped her up and checked her head, making sure she wasn’t hurt or anything. There was no blood, perhaps just the start of a small bump that would form within the next hour. Francis took in a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"You scared the hell outta me! Me? I’m doing my job," he exclaimed. "You’re the one who was supposed to be home a hour ago, when we closed!"
"Whatever," she sneered. "Just finish doing what you were doing and I’ll stay right here, thank you very much," she said in the most bratty tone she could muster, not even thinking what she was saying or how... by now, acting like that with him was becoming natural.
He quirked an eyebrow. There was something weird in the way she acted, though, even for her. "Faith, for Goodness’ sake, it’s late. You know the rules about being here after closing time!"
"It’s not late," she said. "It’s only six and it’s not even dark outside. Now go away and leave me alone."
Rolling his eyes and taking another deep breath, Francis took her wrist and pulled her out of the stall. "I’ll do nothing of the like. C’mon, let’s go to the office and call your folks, then you can go."
"NO!" Faith yelled and stomped her foot. "Let me go!" She gave him a death glare, trying to be as bratty and annoying as possible because she needed his attention, needed him to spank her again, needed anything he could give her.
For a moment, Francis’s mind was brought back to when she was four or five, because that was the way she was acting: a bratty child throwing tantrums for no reason. While his heart thumped wildly, he started to consider what he should be doing. He crossed his arms and hissed: "Are you going to do what I say?..."
"No," she stated plainly, folding her own arms.
His breath shortened even more. "Fine." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the stall and across the bathroom, heading for the manager’s office. "Then see what this gets you."
"Stopppppp it!" she yelled, then grabbed onto the nearest thing that she could find, which happened to be the sink. "Leave me alone! I’m not going home!"
Turning around, Francis didn’t think twice before raising his hand and whacking her skirt-covered behind with a loud SMACK! that had her arch her back and let out a loud yelp. "I said COME along!" he roared, his ears flushing and his throat feeling hoarse already. There went that funny feeling again... he hated to have to do this... and loved it...
Faith glared at him. "I said NO!" she shouted, still pulling away and tempted to kick him, or bite him, or anything so he’d stop trying to take her to the manager’s office and instead bring her over his lap for another spanking.
On his behalf, Francis could barely believe his eyes. It was like she was looking for it! My, that’s impossible... is it?, he thought to himself. His eyes caught hers for a moment and they just stared at each other, before he reached for her and unceremoniously bent her over the sink and slapped her bottom twice in quick succession. SMACK! SPANK!
"OW! Hey stop that!" she said, in a fairly weak voice because she didn’t really mean it. She tried again to pull away from his grip and this time she actually succeeded, and ran back into the stall and locked the door. Why she did that, she was uncertain, but she wasn’t about to let him drag her to the manager’s office and call home because that would have been a major turn-off – also literally.
Francis stood by the sink, a dumbstruck expression painted on his face. She could run away all she wanted, but she didn’t. Yet again, it looks to him as though she was looking for a spanking... and then again, she was escaping. He didn’t get it. Why couldn’t she just speak her mind? A little voice in the back of his head said: ‘why, would you?’, but Francis ignored it and just walked to the stall, and tried to open the door, failing, since it was locked.
"Faith, open the door!" he said, pounding on it.
"Go away," she said softly, wiping a fallen tear from her cheek.
He couldn’t see or hear her starting to cry, though, so he pounded his fist harder on the door. "I said open the goddamn door, you have ten seconds before... before I..." he left it hanging.
"Before you what?" she asked, hopeful, just a tone of frustrated anger in her voice. Maybe he’d crawl under the door, because there was a small opening there, you know, like in public bathrooms sometimes, and then he’d drag her out and spank her, then hold her like he’d do sometimes. That’s what she was hoping he’d say.
But again he took another deep breath. Was he really going down that road? He felt it was a point-of-no-return situation. Or perhaps they were already well past that point and he hadn’t noticed. Giving her those small smacks might have worsened the situation, now that he thought about it. So, sighing, Francis said:
"... before I open the door with the keys I’ve got back in the manager’s office, take you out of there and give you a sound bare bottom spanking, little girl, is that clear?"
Her heart thumped wildly at that. She folded her arms. "Fine, go ahead. See if I care."
That was the icing on the cake, and just what he had been (quite secretly) waiting for. "Alright then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you." Francis rushed to the manager’s office and found the keys to the stalls, then ran back and approached the one Faith was locked away inside. "Just you wait..."
"I’m waiting," she teased, tapping her foot and grinning.
She tried to control herself, but she was so happy that he finally decided to spank her that she feared she might burst out laughing at any time. And when Francis finally worked the door open, he was presented with the sight of a defiant Faith, arms crossed and looking at him almost daringly.
"Well, your wait is over," Francis hissed, and stood her up and sat back down on the closed toilet. "Skirt up, and I mean it," he said, glaring at her.
She giggled more by seeing him being so serious. She giggled so much that she slid down to the floor, actually, and soon the whole bathroom echoed with laughter. "J-just a m-minute," she choked out, still laughing out loud.
Now, Francis didn’t really know what to think or do. There he was, threatening her with a sound thrashing... and she laughed?? "Faith... what... what the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled, more out of frustration than anything, though he had to admit it was an amusing sight.
She still giggled like crazy, trying to contain herself, but before she knew it, she was laughing so hard that her stomach was hurting and she was crying and curled up into a ball. Finally she breathed in and stopped laughing, trying to compose herself.
"Ahem, sorry," she murmured. She wiped her tears from laughter out of her eyes and looked up at his disappointed face. "Why are you giving me that look?" she asked, then stood. Her heart thumped. And she almost told him... in fact, she even started the sentence. "I just..." she began, intending to finish it with ‘wanted you to spank me again and I didn’t know how to tell you’ but instead she paused and bit her lip, then lifted her skirt up.
Francis just sat, amazed and unable to do anything, until she finally stood and stopped laughing. When she began talking and then paused, he edged her on: "You just..." he started, but then saw her raise her skirt and expose her thin white underwear, just like that, and his head whirled. "... you just what?..." he completed the sentence in a whisper. He stood, on shaking legs, and approached her, looking straight in her eyes. "Faith, what are you doing?... I’m going to spank you... you know that?" he stated. Perhaps she didn’t realise, perhaps she was being bratty, perhaps... perhaps...
"Yes, I know, and you told me to raise my skirt. So I did..."
Breathing hard, Francis nodded. There was a gleam in her eye, though, there was no denying it. "And... and you’re not going to do anything about it?"
She blinked then let out a nervous giggle, knowing she couldn’t start hysterically laughing again. "Is there anything I can do about it?" she asked, the famous answering a question with a question.
"I..." it was Francis’s turn to stutter and look for the right words. "I don’t know. You pleaded and tried to get away, the other times... now it looks as though you’re asking for it," he stated, plain and simple. Then he felt those words form in his mouth, and didn’t stop them: "Are you?"
Faith’s heart stopped then began pounding in her chest. How could she answer that question? Then the words escaped from her mouth before she had the chance to think about what she was saying: "Well, uh, maybe... yeah..."
That was even more astonishing than he could ever imagine, and again his head started spinning. "Oh dear," he whispered, more to himself than anything. Did she really mean that?? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. No, she must have been teasing him, and mercilessly, too. He suddenly felt angry. Let’s see if she means business, said that small voice in the back of his head. "Then pull down your panties," he hissed, daringly, knowing she never would do that.
But she said ‘okay’ and tugged them down to her knees, and immediately covered up spots that he shouldn’t see. Yes, she did want to be spanked, but she still didn’t want him to see stuff like that.
Again, Francis couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, not even five feet tall and looking at him with the most candid face in the world, her panties at half-mast and practically begging to be spanked. She was the most irresistible sight he’d ever seen, and yet, the saddest. A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind, but eventually he just reached for her and shook her shoulders with rage.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING??" he exclaimed.
Faith didn’t know what to do, so she finally pulled her panties back up because she felt dumb just standing there like that with them down and she figured that it was time that she talked to Francis about something.
"Can we talk?" she whispered, and pointed towards the wall where she wanted to sit down and just tell him how she felt.
He just nodded, and pointed at the wall too. As seconds passed, he felt some of the anger being wiped away, and his flushed face lose some of its colour. "Okay," he finally whispered after a while. "We do need to talk."
She grabbed his hand and walked him over to the wall, then slid down onto the floor that was dry by this time, practically pulling him down with her. She lay her head on his shoulder. "This is hard to say," she said softly, wishing that her heart would stop thumping so much.
Sitting there with her, his heart was beating just as wildly, and he let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes when she rested her head on his shoulder. He clasped her hand tight into his, and kissed the top of her head. "I’m here, Faith," he said. "It’s hard for me too... let’s just say it, okay?"
She nodded. "Okay well... see... like, at home, I dunno, since I moved in with my step family it seems like I’m not getting any attention anymore and I miss it... I miss having someone care about me and hold me and rock me and, well... when you threatened to spank me, I kind of threw more pennies just to see if you’d actually do it, and I wanted you to, and when you did, I was so surprised and I liked it so much and I don’t know why... and... well... yeah, I just kind of like being spanked," she said in one quick breath, talking quickly so it’d be over and done with, and right after she said it, she blushed like crazy and hid her face in her hands.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, Francis was much more of a coward than she was. He would have never found the courage to say something of the like, not even at his age, let alone at twelve. As his whole body and mind were shaken by an electric thrill and he held her close, what was he supposed to say? I like it too?... and why not, after all. She’d had the guts, he could as well. Licking his lips, he gathered his courage.
"I understand... I’m so sorry about your family, Faith... but I kind of... yeah, I like it too. To spank you, I mean..."
She looked up, face red from being so embarrassed. "You do?" she asked, blushing more. "But... wait... then..." she stammered, not sure what to say. "This whole time?"
She sure did look very flushed in her face, and he probably didn’t look different. Francis gave a small nod and shrugged. "I don’t know... it’s hard to say... I think so, but then again, no. I mean, partly I felt like it was deserved, and partly I... yeah, I just wanted to, and I wanted it bad. You understand this, right?" he said, hoping, praying she would.
She shrugged. "Probably as much as you understand me actually wanting to get spanked."
She couldn’t be mad at him because, after all, she had hidden the fact that she liked it, too. She opened her mouth to say something, but found nothing to say, so she closed it and just rested on his chest, wondering, ‘what next?’ Ironically, he was at a loss for words just as well, so all he did was sitting with her, and they stayed there for quite some time.
At long last, Francis shifted his weight, gathered her in her arms and swept her onto her lap, planting a kiss on her cheek, making it last as long as possible. "Faith, I love you. You’re like a sister to me... you are a sister. I would never hurt you, believe me. I... just want your good. And mine too, yes, but I mostly want yours," he said, not quite sure himself what he was saying.
"My good? I don’t get it.." she admitted.
Francis swallowed and licked his lips. "I just mean to say that... well, yeah... if you want to be spanked, you don’t have to act up or do things you normally wouldn’t do. You don’t have to attract my attention like that and maybe even put yourself in some stupid danger, like when you rode off the train... you..." he took a deep breath "... you can just ask."
She perked up. "Really?" She breathed in again. This was easier than she thought it would be. Finally she nodded. "Well, then, uh, can you like, um, spank me, Francis? I feel horrible... I don’t want to go home, I want to run away... that’s why I’m still here. I figured I could just stay all night in here and tomorrow morning I could come out and do stuff like always and everything would be fine and I’d never have to go back home. I just want someone to care about me," she said, trying her hardest to keep herself from crying.
Still keeping her close, Francis nodded too. "Well I think you’re making too much of a big deal out of this, and that your family loves you and that even though you feel like this, you are wanted and they do care; perhaps it’s just a bit harder for you or them to show it... But yes, I do love you, and I do care... and do you really want me to spank you because you feel horrible? Is this what it is to you, a release of guilt? Or there’s more?" he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of it – and no pun was intended in that.
She shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno why I want to be spanked. Maybe for trying to run away... or maybe for being so bratty and stuff. I don’t know." And she honestly didn’t know.
"Okay," Francis said, nodding. "Well, if I have to be sincere, I don’t know why either... I just know it makes me feel good. It’s many things in one. It gives me that nice you-know-what feeling, and I know I’m being helpful, and that it’s bonding and that I feel SO close to you when I do it... am I making sense?" he shook his head.
But Faith nodded eagerly. "Yes, you’re making sense out of what I’m trying to say... because you’re like a big brother to me, and I wish you really were, and every time you spank me it’s like you’re more like a big brother and stuff like that."
"Oh Faith," he whispered, again looking straight in her eyes. "One doesn’t need biological lineage, you know?... I’d be proud to call you my little sister. You make my day every time I see you, you brighten me up and make me happy, and when I spank you, I feel like I’m doing your good."
She nodded. "Okay," she said, not quite getting it for now, but leaving it alone. "So that means that you’ll spank me? Like, ummm, now?" She didn’t want to seem like she was hurrying it along, it was just that she felt kind of uncomfortable talking about it since she had no idea why she liked it and stuff, and besides, she didn’t want him to think that she meant some other time: she wanted to be spanked that evening, whether it be in one minute or one hour. That’s what she meant by that statement.
Francis still did roll his eyes – but not on the outside – at that typical attitude to escape speeches after a while. It was perfectly understandable, though, given Faith’s age and personality, and he didn’t comment. And then, what was needed to be said had been said, after all, so he just nodded, but also leant forward and kissed her forehead again, loving the touch of it.
"Well no-one is here but us now... and I’m sitting already. I don’t see a better time than this, you know," he said, a feeble attempt at a joke, but he was being serious, too.
She nodded, not really catching the joke, and simply moved over his lap and lay her face on the cold floor. "I’m ready when you are," she said.
Again he was struck by such eagerness. She must really want it bad, Francis thought to himself as he raised her skirt, again revealing her underwear. He would NEVER tell her just how cute she looked with her bottom bared: that was one of the things she wasn’t ready for, not yet. He slipped down the tiny undergarment and rested a hand on her cheeks.
"You okay, really?"
"Yeah, I am," she said, taking a deep breath in. "I want this, remember? I like it as much as you do," she reminded him, hoping that it’d make him realize that she was fine, and wanted him to begin the spanking instead of stalling. Thinking that, she said: "Look who’s stalling now," then grinned.
That actually made him laugh, but only for a second, because he quickly regained composure and raised his hand, smacking it down with moderate force on the girl’s bare tush. "Well, I’ll add ‘stalling’ to the list of things you richly deserve to be spanked for," he said, just a slight note of irony in his voice. But then he found a pace, and the smile wiped off his face as he spanked Faith’s bottom to a rosy pink. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"OW!" Faith yelped, being taken by surprise, because she expected him to make a comment of some kind before he spanked her. With each spank after that, she winced a bit, biting her lower lip so she wouldn’t exclaim ‘ow’ so often.
Francis wasn’t what you may call an experienced spanker, but he did know how to get his point across, and Faith had been a good testing ground, so to speak. He kept spanking up and down her petite derriere, focusing some smacks on her sit-spots, then making his way back up. When he spanked on her most tender areas, she couldn’t help but yelp, because that always hurt, and she finally began crying out.
"Owwwww, okay, that hurts, ow, Francis," she groaned, not wanting to tell him to stop because she wasn’t ready for him to stop yet, and nor was he ready to. He wondered when that should happen, actually, and then realised that as a ‘big brother’, it was his responsibility to decide when she’d had enough, and it was an important one.
"I know baby... SMACK! SMACK! ...but just so you know... SMACK! SMACK! ... I’m going to stop when I see fit... SMACK! SMACK! ... no matter how much you plead... SMACK! SMACK! ... or say you’ll be good... SMACK! SMACK! ... okay Faith?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow, okay," she nodded, glad that he’d take that job instead of she. It was in her nature to plead for it to stop when she didn’t really want it to end, so at least now she knew that it wouldn’t affect him so greatly if she did plead and didn’t want it to end, if that made sense. And in fact, Francis already knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, not until real tears had been shed and she was actually begging for him to end the spanking. He wasn’t quite aware of the mechanics, himself, but spanking past the point of real tears just felt like a natural thing to do. So he kept delivering hearty smacks to both of her cheeks, now quickly reddening.
Faith winced and soon she began squirming and kicking a little, still not begging, but on the verge of tears. "Owwwww!" she exclaimed, groaning and whining a little. "Francis, ow, that hurts!"
Francis concentrated a few whacks on her left cheek only, then moved onto the right one, then in the middle. Yes, she’s liking this to some degree, he thought to himself, but perhaps I should give it a reason, shouldn’t I? After all, she wants me to be like a big brother and love her and care for her, this is not just a game, is it?
And with that he said: "You will not run away from home... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not stay here after closing time... SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not sass me, is that clear?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Faith felt that feeling spread through her body as he scolded. "Owwwww!!!" she exclaimed. "Yessss, Francisssss, owwwww, I won’t, I promise..."
"I hope you stick to that," he scolded some more... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... because if you don’t..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... I’m going to take you over my knee..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and spank you again..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and perhaps worse..." SMACK! SMACK! "... do you understand, missy?" he added for emphasis.
"Owwwwwwwiiieesssss," Faith whined, almost to tears, "owwwwwwww, yes, Francis, I understand! Owwwww..."
"Good, baby," he said, hoping she would like a term of endearment. But still he kept it up, circling her waist with his arm and taking a firmer grip on her, while smacking down on her naked bottom with force. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahhhhh owwwwwwwwwww," she whined, kicking like crazy and finally crying, "I’m sorryyyyy," she cried, "I’m sorry, Francis... pleaseeee no more." Big tears fell down her cheeks now.
But he still kept her close, restraining her movements as much as he could, and spanked her bare bummy until the dark pink hue was a bright, blazing red. Only then he thought he could stop, and finished her spanking with a flurry of hard smacks to her thighs. She yelped with each of them, but she couldn’t move because he was holding her so tight, and when he stopped, she just cried like crazy, wailing like a small child, and lying there limp.
"I’m sorry," she muttered, wondering how in the world she could like this so much. But she did, and even now that her bottom was on fire and she really felt like a toddler, she was not having second thoughts.
Francis was breathing hard as he released his grip on her small body, and he leant back against the wall, watching her red backside and hearing her pitiful cries. He was so very sorry for her, but he was enjoying that thoroughly just as much as she was, and he too was having doubts and unanswered questions.
After a while, he started rubbing her back. "I’m here," he thought he’d let her know.
She nodded, then pushed herself up from over his knee and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much," she said, burying her head in his chest, still crying.
He was so very glad she did that, because he wouldn’t have found the courage to. He clung on to her like too, and kissed her head and let her cry out. "I love you too, little sister, oh so much..." he whispered as he rocked her like you do a small child.
She loved being held like this.. she loved knowing that she had an older brother who cared about her... and for some reason, she loved having a sore bottom. She held on to him so tightly and didn’t let go until she finished crying and she pulled away. "Thanks again," she whispered, then managed to stand and pull her panties up. She took a deep breath in and looked at her red puffy face in the mirror. "You know..." she began, "since the first time you spanked me, I’ve been wanting to see what my bottom looked like... so you think that maybe... uh," she felt so dumb asking this, "I could look and you could kind of lift me up so I could see it? ‘Cause otherwise, I’m too short to see my rear end in this mirror."
The way she was asking for that was so cute he almost felt like smothering her with hugs. Almost. Giving a small smile, and kissing her again, he wondered what he’d done to deserve such a lovely girl-child into his life. Then he did as she asked: he pulled her panties down on the back, to just below her tush, and lifted her so she could steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and still turn around and look at the mirror.
"So, how do you like the view?" he asked, teasing just a bit.
She blushed so much when he made that comment that her face almost matched her red bottom. Almost. She didn’t say anything to him, just reached back and rubbed her bottom a little, admiring its bright red hue and, somehow, just loving the half-numb, half-stinging feeling it gave when she kneaded the sore flesh with her fingers. Finally she nodded.
"Okay, all finished," she muttered, still embarrassed as hell.
Her embarrassment was visible, and though he snickered quietly, he didn’t say anything either, just put her down and replaced her underwear. "For what it’s worth," he said, though, "I find it a cute sight. Where’s a camera when you need one?" he shook his head, then crouched, as though waiting to be slapped.
She blushed like crazy again and went to the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She found it best just to ignore him when he embarrassed her, so she washed her face, dried it off, then looked at him. She grinned and hugged him one final time.
"Do I have to go home? Can I just go home with you instead?"
She was really quite a sight. Not even old enough to be in high school and there she was, blushing like crazy and grinning from ear to ear after a sound spanking. Francis hugged her back and again kissed her, but then shook his head at her question.
"No, Faith. I mean, yeah you can come home with me and hang out for a while, how would you like it if we watched a movie?... but we’ll call your parents first and let them know you’re okay," he reminded her.
She poked out her lower lip. "But I don’t wanna go home."
"Faith," he snapped, stressing the word.
"Francis," she imitated, and couldn’t help but smile. Finally she sighed. "Fine, you can call them and tell them I’m okay, but I’m not talking to them."
He smiled too at her bratty act – nothing new under the sun, there – but nodded. "Okay, you’re not talking, that’s a deal. But after the evening you’re back to your family, alright? And don’t say no or you’ll be across my lap again as soon as I take you home, got it?" he added, trying hard to suppress a smirk.
Faith thought about that for a moment, then smirked herself. Quietly, with a huge grin on her face, she said "no," then stuck her tongue out at him.
His mouth hang open wide and he shook his head, playfully nudging her. "Watch out, you might not want to test my limits," he said, circling her shoulders with his arm and heading out of the bathroom. "‘sides, you already have a very sore bummy to sit upon throughout the movie."
Faith nodded, quite fond of the thought. "I was just kidding anyway!" she said, rubbing her rear end and leaning against him. "You’re the greatest, Big Bro," she said.
"Naah, you are the greatest, Lil Sis," he replied, and as they walked out of the bathroom, he felt the closest to her as he’d ever been in the past, and she being back to her lively, if bratty, self told him she enjoyed that new-found relationship between them as much as he did.
14 May 2004
Story: U Drink U Drive U Walk
Part of the Terrence/Bri series. Terrence isn't supposed to know that Bri went to this party without his permission, but when she runs into him, after having a couple of drinks, he isn't too pleased with her. In fact, he spanks her right there, in the car, and then again later at home.
U Drink U Drive U Walk
by Breanna Carter
“So, Bri,” my friend, Zach, said one evening on the phone. “I’m having a party tonight... you know, celebrating the end of summer and the beginning of college. Do you wanna come?”
I bit my lip. The image of what had happened to Anastasia was still fresh in my mind, even if it had happened a few weeks ago. But, she had been so scared, she’d swore that she wouldn’t see Zach or Matt ever again. Did I really want to go to this party by myself? “I dunno...” I muttered, trying to think of a good excuse.
“Awww, come on, Bri. It’ll be fun. You can even bring Ana if ya want...”
He knew that Ana wouldn’t come. “Well, I’ll...” I couldn’t finish my sentence... there was an incoming call. “Er, hold on a sec.” I clicked over to the other line. “Hello?”
“Brianna!” the person said. “This is David.” David’s my boss from the pizza place I work at.
“Oh, hey.”
“Hey. We’re running low on workers tonight and I was wondering if you could come in.”
Perfect! “Yeah, I can.”
“Good. See you at six then?”
“Yep.” I clicked back over to Zach. “Hey, I have to work tonight,” I said, trying not to sound too relieved. “Sorry, I’d really like to come...”
“Awwww. But, Bri... can’t you just come after work? There’ll be plenty of people here, if that’s what you’re worried about. Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Tell your brother that you’ll be home by midnight.”
I smiled. That was the only thing I needed. “Okay. I’ll come over.”
And that was that.
I went to work later that day and tried my hardest to concentrate on making pizzas and answering the phone instead of the party. But, truth be known, I was ecstatic about the party. I was glad that I could spend some time with Zach and see Matt again, and I was going to be with tons of college boys!
I left work around ten that night and sped to Zach’s house. It was out in the boonies, way out of city limits. It was a fairly large house, two stories and a huge front porch. The music was super loud and hit me in the face when I walked inside. Everyone was drinking beer and smoking. There were some college girls, which intimidated me a little because no one wants to hang out with a stupid 17 year old, but there were more guys than girls, and most of them were totally hot! Zach and I weren’t officially dating... we were just friends with benefits. And NO, I never did, nor would I do, anything with Zach like Ana did with Matt. We just liked to cuddle under the stars and tell secrets to each other and make out sometimes... I know, pathetic. I wanted to claim him as my own, but he wasn’t looking for a relationship. So, we left it like that.
“Bri!” he yelled and tackled me in a hug. “I’m so glad you came! Let me introduce you to everyone!” In a matter of seconds I knew nearly everyone in his house, though I couldn’t tell you anyone’s names if it’d save my life.
We sat down on the couch for a little while, his arm around me, watching some drunk morons making up games. They were trying to balance things on their heads and it wasn’t working out too well. “Hey, want something to drink?” Zach asked, plastic cup in hand while standing up from his spot next to me.
“Uh, sure!” I said. I had no idea what he was going to get me, but I didn’t care... as long as it was something and I’d be sober enough to drive home.
He came back in a matter of seconds with a second plastic cup. “It’s a screwdriver...” he told me, as if I didn’t know my alcohol.
I rolled my eyes. “I know what a screwdriver is,” I muttered. I didn’t mention the fact that the thought of alcohol and orange juice made me sick, but I took a sip anyway, and you know what? It was good! I drank it like it was just a glass of orange juice.
I drank another screwdriver before 11:30 hit and I decided it was time to go home. I was slightly buzzed, I guessed, because it was really hot in the room and I found things much more funny than usual. Zach walked me out to the car.
“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t want to, with what happened to Ana and all. But, I’m glad you came.” He smiled and kissed me. A drunken kiss... how interesting. It reminded me of that stupid party for soccer where all the guys were drunk.
“I’m glad I came,” I said back, kissing him ever so slightly, but enjoying the moment while it lasted. “I better get going,” I finally said, making a mental note that I needed to get gum before I went home so Terrence wouldn’t smell the alcohol.
“Right. Goodnight, Bri. Drive safely.”
“Thanks.” I opened my car door and sped away in the darkness, my radio turned up high and a grin on my face. I hated that the summer was nearly over, but it had been so great, I wouldn’t change anything. Well, at that time I wouldn’t have changed anything.
I had driven about ten minutes before I found a gas station. I was about five minutes from my house and I knew that there was nowhere else to stop before I’d get home. It was still the middle of nowhere. Louisiana is mostly the middle of nowhere.
I stumbled inside and found a pack of IceBreakers mints. Yum. I loved those things. I was looking through the candy aisle, attempting to find some kind of chocolate, because I was craving it like crazy, when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see Terrence standing in line. “Oh, shit,” I muttered, trying to rack my brain for ideas of what to do. What the hell could I do? I could hide and pray he wouldn’t see me, or I could put the mints back and bolt out the doorway. And what did I do? I stood there like a bump on a log. And Terrence saw me.
“Hey, Bri...” he said, a suspicious look on his face. “What’re you doing here?”
I shrugged.
“You look flushed.”
I shrugged again.
“What are you getting?” he asked.
“Mints,” I muttered, shoving them in his hand.
He blinked. “Bri... have you been...?” He didn’t even finish his question, just took the mints, put them back where they were supposed to go, and grabbed my wrist to drag me out of the store. “Have you been drinking? And don’t lie to me ‘cause that’ll make it worse.”
How the hell did he know??
“I only drank a little,” I said defensively, trying to save my ass. Yeah right.
“A little! You’re flushed, your words are slurred, and your breath smells like vodka to no end! I thought you were just going to Steph’s house for a little while after work?”
“Uhmmmm....”
“You went to that guy’s house, didn’t you?” He was fuming. Hands on hips, towering over me, glaring at me... oh geeze. My stomach was turning flips and I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there stupidly. “Answer me, Brianna Nicole!”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you drove all the way here? After drinking?”
I stared at the ground, admiring the cracks in the pavement.
He must have taken my silence as a yes because he said nothing, just grabbed my upper arm and dragged me to my car, opening the back door, sitting down, then pulling me over his lap, and shutting the back door. That’s when it clicked in. “Hey! Wait! You can’t spank me here!” I yelped.
SMACK! “Wanna bet?” he answered, spanking my khaki-clad bottom as hard as he could. And believe me, though it wasn’t bare bottom, it still hurt like hell.
“Ow! Hey! This isn’t cool!”
“It’s not cool that you drank and drove either, Brianna Nicole Carter.”
Hearing him call me by my full name made my stomach turn flips inside of me. I groaned as the spanking continued, knowing that there was nothing I could do. He just kept raining down hard smacks and I refrained from squirming and kicking too much, for fear that I’d kick the car window and break it or something. Maybe that’s why he chose my car instead of his. No way was I going to kick my car window.
“Owwwwwieee, Terrence. I’ve learned my lesson!” I pleaded, wishing he’d stop.
But he kept spanking, a steady rhythm. “Not enough.”
I hung onto the door handle and wished that khakis weren’t so thin. I should have changed into jeans while I was at Zach’s house. Then it wouldn’t hurt so badly.
“Brianna Nicole, on our way home, I want you to sit on this sore bottom and think about what you’ve done, do you understand me?”
“Yessir!” I cried.
“Good!” He finished up the spanking with three VERY HARD smacks, then lifted me up. I wasn’t crying, but very close to it. He sat me down in the back seat next to him, then opened the door, and dragged me outside. “Go ahead and say goodbye to your car, because you aren’t driving for a long time.”
I whined. “But I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t do it again!”
He ignored me and dragged me out of the car, then locked the doors. As he walked me to his own car, I couldn’t help but look pathetically at my car and tell him bye. To myself of course. I knew how much what I’d done had disappointed Terrence. I knew that Terrence wouldn’t let me see my car for a long time. And I also knew that my spanking was far from over.
The ride home was silent. Terrence still upset over what I’d done, I was actually thinking about what I’d done because my bottom was throbbing. I was also thinking about how much more it’d hurt, and how the next day at work, I’d have trouble moving around and squatting. That always happens when I get a really bad spanking... my sit spots hurt so much that I can’t move.
He pulled into the driveway. I looked at him, but he didn’t look back at me, just opened the car door and went inside, I following him, heart pounding, stomach gone by this time.
“Sit down,” he ordered, upon arriving in the doorway.
I did as I was told, though it wasn’t as I imagined. I imagined him sitting and ordering me over his lap.
“Brianna...” it scared me when he called me that. “You can’t even begin to imagine how upset I am right now. What the hell were you thinking? I don’t care if you drank a sip of beer or a tall glass of whiskey, you do NOT drink and drive, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know you know that drinking is wrong, and I know that you lied to me about where you were going, but I’d rather you call me and let me know that you drank some and you don’t want to drive home than end up dead in a ditch somewhere.”
I nodded, averting my eyes from his gaze. He was super upset at me and every time I looked him in the eyes, my heart stopped from feeling so guilty.
“And I know you’re probably scared that you’d get in trouble, but believe me, no trouble is as much as you’d get in drinking and driving. And I’d be proud of you for acting responsibly. Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, still staring at the carpet.
“Brianna,” he began, sitting down next to me and moving my chin towards him so I’d stop looking at the carpet and see the worry in his face instead, “I love you so much.” A tear slipped down my cheek, mostly because I knew he was about to cry. “Did I ever tell you about my ex girlfriend, Joanna?”
I shook my head.
“When I was about your age, maybe a little younger, Joanna was my girlfriend. She was a great girl, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She was always happy. Always saw the bright side of things. Helped me out when I was mad at Mom and Dad. And one day she went with some of her friends somewhere, to something in Dallas, and her friend was driving, after having drunk a little too much. And I don’t know... I guess they thought they could beat the train or something... but Joanna was sitting in the passenger’s seat and the train hit her side at full impact and she died instantly.” He paused, holding back tears, and this time, he wasn’t looking at me. “Brianna, anything could have happened to you tonight. You could have killed someone, or yourself, or gotten arrested... What if you had gotten into a wreck? What if the person in the other car had a baby who died? How would you feel then? You’d spend the rest of your life in jail for some stupid mistake...” He paused again, looking back up at me, tears in his eyes. “I love you so much. I care about you... I don’t want to see you hurt. I don’t want something like this to happen to you. Just call me, okay? Calling me is better than this happening. Or call anyone. Just don’t do this, okay?”
I nodded, wiping some tears away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, because I was unable to talk.
“I know, baby,” he said, hugging me.
I fell into his hug and automatically broke down like a baby. All these things flooded me... all these emotions. Angry at Joanna’s friend for trying to beat that damn train, sad because of what happened to her, fear that something would happen to me, sorry because Terrence felt so horrible. I wondered what it’d have been like if Joanna wouldn’t have let her friend drive. Would she still be alive right now? Would she be dating my older brother? And that’s when I realized that I did remember Joanna. I must have been eight or nine, but I remembered her coming to the house, always smiling, being polite to my parents, and hugging me all the time, never treating me like a kid. She invited me to her birthday party... And just putting a face with the story Terrence had told me... it made me bawl even more. And I remembered how he’d come home one day and my parents had told me to go to my room, and next thing I knew, Terrence had gone to his room and cried, and I had tried to comfort him, but he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. How come all of these memories had been locked away for so long? My brother had already lost his first love, and his parents... and now he’d been taken back to that time. And it was all my fault.
“I’m so, so sorry,” I cried, hanging onto him for dear life. “I’ll never do it again. I promise!”
“Shhhhh, Bri... it’s okay sweetie,” he said, rubbing my back. “Don’t make yourself sick from crying too much.” He pulled away for a second and wiped some tears away. “Are you ready for bed?”
For bed? Not in my condition! I felt like someone was stabbing me in the stomach with a knife! The guilt was overwhelming! I couldn’t sleep if I’d been up for 90 hours straight. “A-are you going to spank me?” I muttered.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
I nodded. I didn’t want it, but I did deserve it. I’d lied to my brother, drank and drove, and hurt him more than I could ever imagine. “I feel horrible.”
“I understand,” he said. “Go get the paddle.”
I stood on my shaky legs and hobbled over towards his room. The paddle? Did it have to be that? I was terrified of that damn paddle!
I kept reminding myself as I walked to his room that I deserved this spanking. That I’d let him down. That I’d done something totally and completely dangerous and I could have gotten killed. It helped only a little. I feared that damn paddle more than anything.
I handed him the large wooden object and wiped a tear away. “Brianna... it’s never okay to do what you did today. There’s always a better solution. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
He proceeded to unfasten my khakis and let them slide to the floor, then guided me over his lap. I felt him tug my panties down to my knees. “I guess you understand why you deserve this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I lied to you, and because I drank, and because I drove, and I disappointed you, and what I did was totally and completely stupid.”
He rubbed my back a little. “You’re a good kid, Brianna,” he told me. “Just next time, make a wiser choice.” And with that, he lifted his right hand where it’d been resting on my bum, and crashed it down on my still pink bottom from the previous spanking, and crashed it down again, and again, and twenty times, then forty, and finally, I lost count, and kicked and cried and wiggled because I knew my bottom was no longer pink, but red. And Terrence wasn’t scolding, just spanking. And that made me feel worse.
After having done a thorough job with the hand spanking, I knew that it wasn’t over. I knew the paddle was yet to come. “Okay, Brianna. I’m going to give you fifty smacks with the paddle. No reaching back, okay?”
I groaned, still crying. “Fifty??”
“Yes, fifty. Even you agree that what you did tonight was totally stupid, and I don’t think you’ve received enough punishment.”
“O-okay,” I muttered. I held onto the couch cushion to brace myself, because it looked as if he wasn’t going to lean me over the couch. I have to say that I was glad of that, simply because being over his lap was a more comforting position than over the couch. I knew that he loved me, whereas, bending over the couch made me feel useless and unloved, even though I knew that was never the case.
WHACK!!!
I felt the first blow and knew I couldn’t take forty-nine more of these without reaching back to try and provide some protection. I yelped loudly. “AHHHHHHOWWWW Terrence! Owwwwieesss!” I cried, arms and legs flailing. “P-please...” I muttered, but couldn’t finish my sentence, so I just put my hands behind my back, hoping that he’d know that I wanted him to hold onto them. And he did. Brothers always seem to know what their little sisters are thinking.
He landed the next nine blows one right after another, concentrating mostly on the sit-spots. I yelped with every one of them, even wanted to reach back and block him from coming down so hard on my rear, but his grip on my hands was super tight. He took a slight break after the first ten swats. A much needed break for me. I needed to regain myself, I was crying so hard. It wasn’t a long enough break, though, and he crashed the next ten down on me, causing me to struggle to free from all of this pain he was inflicting upon me, and I tried to remember Joanna and her smiling face, and that’s why he was spanking me, 'cause he cared and didn’t want me to end up dead or in jail, but it only helped for a couple of minutes.
“I’m going to lay the last thirty on without a break,” he told me. “You will NEVER drink and drive again, Brianna,” he said, and I know he meant it more as a question, but seeing as I couldn’t speak, only cry, he didn’t push it. “And I don’t appreciate you lying to me, because that breaks my trust. And you’re too young to drink. You still have four more years before it’s legal.” And with that, he applied the last thirty and I howled and yelped and kicked and screamed like you wouldn’t believe. That damn paddle hurts!!! I buried my head into the couch and cried and cried and cried, just letting him deliver the last spanks, too exhausted to do anything more than cry. And when he finished, I didn’t even notice, because all I could think about was how much I’d let down my brother, and how stupid what I’d done was, and how my bottom was throbbing like crazy. I didn’t even realize he’d stopped until he lifted me and latched onto me in a hug, rubbing my back and trying to soothe me. “Shhhhh, Bri... it’s okay now. All over. I’m finished. I love you. You’re the best sister ever. I love you so much. Shhhhhhh, calm down, baby. You’re forgiven. You’re a great kid. Oh man, I love you so much,” he kept repeating, wanting to make sure I knew how much he loved me. It was a comforting thought, I must say. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. That’s how much my bottom hurt. But at least the guilty feeling was dissolving. Terrence still loved me.
We stayed in that position, muttering the same words to each other, for about an hour, it seemed. Until my crying died down enough for me to fall asleep in his arms. I didn’t feel him carry me into my room, didn’t feel him tuck me into bed, or kiss my forehead, but I know that’s what he did, because he really did love me that much.
The next morning I called Anastasia and told her what’d happened. I made her swear to me that she’d never drink and drive, and that she’d never let any of her friends do it. And she did, not just because it’d make me happy, but because I think she was scared of what might happen, too.
U Drink U Drive U Walk
by Breanna Carter
“So, Bri,” my friend, Zach, said one evening on the phone. “I’m having a party tonight... you know, celebrating the end of summer and the beginning of college. Do you wanna come?”
I bit my lip. The image of what had happened to Anastasia was still fresh in my mind, even if it had happened a few weeks ago. But, she had been so scared, she’d swore that she wouldn’t see Zach or Matt ever again. Did I really want to go to this party by myself? “I dunno...” I muttered, trying to think of a good excuse.
“Awww, come on, Bri. It’ll be fun. You can even bring Ana if ya want...”
He knew that Ana wouldn’t come. “Well, I’ll...” I couldn’t finish my sentence... there was an incoming call. “Er, hold on a sec.” I clicked over to the other line. “Hello?”
“Brianna!” the person said. “This is David.” David’s my boss from the pizza place I work at.
“Oh, hey.”
“Hey. We’re running low on workers tonight and I was wondering if you could come in.”
Perfect! “Yeah, I can.”
“Good. See you at six then?”
“Yep.” I clicked back over to Zach. “Hey, I have to work tonight,” I said, trying not to sound too relieved. “Sorry, I’d really like to come...”
“Awwww. But, Bri... can’t you just come after work? There’ll be plenty of people here, if that’s what you’re worried about. Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Tell your brother that you’ll be home by midnight.”
I smiled. That was the only thing I needed. “Okay. I’ll come over.”
And that was that.
I went to work later that day and tried my hardest to concentrate on making pizzas and answering the phone instead of the party. But, truth be known, I was ecstatic about the party. I was glad that I could spend some time with Zach and see Matt again, and I was going to be with tons of college boys!
I left work around ten that night and sped to Zach’s house. It was out in the boonies, way out of city limits. It was a fairly large house, two stories and a huge front porch. The music was super loud and hit me in the face when I walked inside. Everyone was drinking beer and smoking. There were some college girls, which intimidated me a little because no one wants to hang out with a stupid 17 year old, but there were more guys than girls, and most of them were totally hot! Zach and I weren’t officially dating... we were just friends with benefits. And NO, I never did, nor would I do, anything with Zach like Ana did with Matt. We just liked to cuddle under the stars and tell secrets to each other and make out sometimes... I know, pathetic. I wanted to claim him as my own, but he wasn’t looking for a relationship. So, we left it like that.
“Bri!” he yelled and tackled me in a hug. “I’m so glad you came! Let me introduce you to everyone!” In a matter of seconds I knew nearly everyone in his house, though I couldn’t tell you anyone’s names if it’d save my life.
We sat down on the couch for a little while, his arm around me, watching some drunk morons making up games. They were trying to balance things on their heads and it wasn’t working out too well. “Hey, want something to drink?” Zach asked, plastic cup in hand while standing up from his spot next to me.
“Uh, sure!” I said. I had no idea what he was going to get me, but I didn’t care... as long as it was something and I’d be sober enough to drive home.
He came back in a matter of seconds with a second plastic cup. “It’s a screwdriver...” he told me, as if I didn’t know my alcohol.
I rolled my eyes. “I know what a screwdriver is,” I muttered. I didn’t mention the fact that the thought of alcohol and orange juice made me sick, but I took a sip anyway, and you know what? It was good! I drank it like it was just a glass of orange juice.
I drank another screwdriver before 11:30 hit and I decided it was time to go home. I was slightly buzzed, I guessed, because it was really hot in the room and I found things much more funny than usual. Zach walked me out to the car.
“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t want to, with what happened to Ana and all. But, I’m glad you came.” He smiled and kissed me. A drunken kiss... how interesting. It reminded me of that stupid party for soccer where all the guys were drunk.
“I’m glad I came,” I said back, kissing him ever so slightly, but enjoying the moment while it lasted. “I better get going,” I finally said, making a mental note that I needed to get gum before I went home so Terrence wouldn’t smell the alcohol.
“Right. Goodnight, Bri. Drive safely.”
“Thanks.” I opened my car door and sped away in the darkness, my radio turned up high and a grin on my face. I hated that the summer was nearly over, but it had been so great, I wouldn’t change anything. Well, at that time I wouldn’t have changed anything.
I had driven about ten minutes before I found a gas station. I was about five minutes from my house and I knew that there was nowhere else to stop before I’d get home. It was still the middle of nowhere. Louisiana is mostly the middle of nowhere.
I stumbled inside and found a pack of IceBreakers mints. Yum. I loved those things. I was looking through the candy aisle, attempting to find some kind of chocolate, because I was craving it like crazy, when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see Terrence standing in line. “Oh, shit,” I muttered, trying to rack my brain for ideas of what to do. What the hell could I do? I could hide and pray he wouldn’t see me, or I could put the mints back and bolt out the doorway. And what did I do? I stood there like a bump on a log. And Terrence saw me.
“Hey, Bri...” he said, a suspicious look on his face. “What’re you doing here?”
I shrugged.
“You look flushed.”
I shrugged again.
“What are you getting?” he asked.
“Mints,” I muttered, shoving them in his hand.
He blinked. “Bri... have you been...?” He didn’t even finish his question, just took the mints, put them back where they were supposed to go, and grabbed my wrist to drag me out of the store. “Have you been drinking? And don’t lie to me ‘cause that’ll make it worse.”
How the hell did he know??
“I only drank a little,” I said defensively, trying to save my ass. Yeah right.
“A little! You’re flushed, your words are slurred, and your breath smells like vodka to no end! I thought you were just going to Steph’s house for a little while after work?”
“Uhmmmm....”
“You went to that guy’s house, didn’t you?” He was fuming. Hands on hips, towering over me, glaring at me... oh geeze. My stomach was turning flips and I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there stupidly. “Answer me, Brianna Nicole!”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you drove all the way here? After drinking?”
I stared at the ground, admiring the cracks in the pavement.
He must have taken my silence as a yes because he said nothing, just grabbed my upper arm and dragged me to my car, opening the back door, sitting down, then pulling me over his lap, and shutting the back door. That’s when it clicked in. “Hey! Wait! You can’t spank me here!” I yelped.
SMACK! “Wanna bet?” he answered, spanking my khaki-clad bottom as hard as he could. And believe me, though it wasn’t bare bottom, it still hurt like hell.
“Ow! Hey! This isn’t cool!”
“It’s not cool that you drank and drove either, Brianna Nicole Carter.”
Hearing him call me by my full name made my stomach turn flips inside of me. I groaned as the spanking continued, knowing that there was nothing I could do. He just kept raining down hard smacks and I refrained from squirming and kicking too much, for fear that I’d kick the car window and break it or something. Maybe that’s why he chose my car instead of his. No way was I going to kick my car window.
“Owwwwwieee, Terrence. I’ve learned my lesson!” I pleaded, wishing he’d stop.
But he kept spanking, a steady rhythm. “Not enough.”
I hung onto the door handle and wished that khakis weren’t so thin. I should have changed into jeans while I was at Zach’s house. Then it wouldn’t hurt so badly.
“Brianna Nicole, on our way home, I want you to sit on this sore bottom and think about what you’ve done, do you understand me?”
“Yessir!” I cried.
“Good!” He finished up the spanking with three VERY HARD smacks, then lifted me up. I wasn’t crying, but very close to it. He sat me down in the back seat next to him, then opened the door, and dragged me outside. “Go ahead and say goodbye to your car, because you aren’t driving for a long time.”
I whined. “But I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t do it again!”
He ignored me and dragged me out of the car, then locked the doors. As he walked me to his own car, I couldn’t help but look pathetically at my car and tell him bye. To myself of course. I knew how much what I’d done had disappointed Terrence. I knew that Terrence wouldn’t let me see my car for a long time. And I also knew that my spanking was far from over.
The ride home was silent. Terrence still upset over what I’d done, I was actually thinking about what I’d done because my bottom was throbbing. I was also thinking about how much more it’d hurt, and how the next day at work, I’d have trouble moving around and squatting. That always happens when I get a really bad spanking... my sit spots hurt so much that I can’t move.
He pulled into the driveway. I looked at him, but he didn’t look back at me, just opened the car door and went inside, I following him, heart pounding, stomach gone by this time.
“Sit down,” he ordered, upon arriving in the doorway.
I did as I was told, though it wasn’t as I imagined. I imagined him sitting and ordering me over his lap.
“Brianna...” it scared me when he called me that. “You can’t even begin to imagine how upset I am right now. What the hell were you thinking? I don’t care if you drank a sip of beer or a tall glass of whiskey, you do NOT drink and drive, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know you know that drinking is wrong, and I know that you lied to me about where you were going, but I’d rather you call me and let me know that you drank some and you don’t want to drive home than end up dead in a ditch somewhere.”
I nodded, averting my eyes from his gaze. He was super upset at me and every time I looked him in the eyes, my heart stopped from feeling so guilty.
“And I know you’re probably scared that you’d get in trouble, but believe me, no trouble is as much as you’d get in drinking and driving. And I’d be proud of you for acting responsibly. Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, still staring at the carpet.
“Brianna,” he began, sitting down next to me and moving my chin towards him so I’d stop looking at the carpet and see the worry in his face instead, “I love you so much.” A tear slipped down my cheek, mostly because I knew he was about to cry. “Did I ever tell you about my ex girlfriend, Joanna?”
I shook my head.
“When I was about your age, maybe a little younger, Joanna was my girlfriend. She was a great girl, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She was always happy. Always saw the bright side of things. Helped me out when I was mad at Mom and Dad. And one day she went with some of her friends somewhere, to something in Dallas, and her friend was driving, after having drunk a little too much. And I don’t know... I guess they thought they could beat the train or something... but Joanna was sitting in the passenger’s seat and the train hit her side at full impact and she died instantly.” He paused, holding back tears, and this time, he wasn’t looking at me. “Brianna, anything could have happened to you tonight. You could have killed someone, or yourself, or gotten arrested... What if you had gotten into a wreck? What if the person in the other car had a baby who died? How would you feel then? You’d spend the rest of your life in jail for some stupid mistake...” He paused again, looking back up at me, tears in his eyes. “I love you so much. I care about you... I don’t want to see you hurt. I don’t want something like this to happen to you. Just call me, okay? Calling me is better than this happening. Or call anyone. Just don’t do this, okay?”
I nodded, wiping some tears away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, because I was unable to talk.
“I know, baby,” he said, hugging me.
I fell into his hug and automatically broke down like a baby. All these things flooded me... all these emotions. Angry at Joanna’s friend for trying to beat that damn train, sad because of what happened to her, fear that something would happen to me, sorry because Terrence felt so horrible. I wondered what it’d have been like if Joanna wouldn’t have let her friend drive. Would she still be alive right now? Would she be dating my older brother? And that’s when I realized that I did remember Joanna. I must have been eight or nine, but I remembered her coming to the house, always smiling, being polite to my parents, and hugging me all the time, never treating me like a kid. She invited me to her birthday party... And just putting a face with the story Terrence had told me... it made me bawl even more. And I remembered how he’d come home one day and my parents had told me to go to my room, and next thing I knew, Terrence had gone to his room and cried, and I had tried to comfort him, but he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. How come all of these memories had been locked away for so long? My brother had already lost his first love, and his parents... and now he’d been taken back to that time. And it was all my fault.
“I’m so, so sorry,” I cried, hanging onto him for dear life. “I’ll never do it again. I promise!”
“Shhhhh, Bri... it’s okay sweetie,” he said, rubbing my back. “Don’t make yourself sick from crying too much.” He pulled away for a second and wiped some tears away. “Are you ready for bed?”
For bed? Not in my condition! I felt like someone was stabbing me in the stomach with a knife! The guilt was overwhelming! I couldn’t sleep if I’d been up for 90 hours straight. “A-are you going to spank me?” I muttered.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
I nodded. I didn’t want it, but I did deserve it. I’d lied to my brother, drank and drove, and hurt him more than I could ever imagine. “I feel horrible.”
“I understand,” he said. “Go get the paddle.”
I stood on my shaky legs and hobbled over towards his room. The paddle? Did it have to be that? I was terrified of that damn paddle!
I kept reminding myself as I walked to his room that I deserved this spanking. That I’d let him down. That I’d done something totally and completely dangerous and I could have gotten killed. It helped only a little. I feared that damn paddle more than anything.
I handed him the large wooden object and wiped a tear away. “Brianna... it’s never okay to do what you did today. There’s always a better solution. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
He proceeded to unfasten my khakis and let them slide to the floor, then guided me over his lap. I felt him tug my panties down to my knees. “I guess you understand why you deserve this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I lied to you, and because I drank, and because I drove, and I disappointed you, and what I did was totally and completely stupid.”
He rubbed my back a little. “You’re a good kid, Brianna,” he told me. “Just next time, make a wiser choice.” And with that, he lifted his right hand where it’d been resting on my bum, and crashed it down on my still pink bottom from the previous spanking, and crashed it down again, and again, and twenty times, then forty, and finally, I lost count, and kicked and cried and wiggled because I knew my bottom was no longer pink, but red. And Terrence wasn’t scolding, just spanking. And that made me feel worse.
After having done a thorough job with the hand spanking, I knew that it wasn’t over. I knew the paddle was yet to come. “Okay, Brianna. I’m going to give you fifty smacks with the paddle. No reaching back, okay?”
I groaned, still crying. “Fifty??”
“Yes, fifty. Even you agree that what you did tonight was totally stupid, and I don’t think you’ve received enough punishment.”
“O-okay,” I muttered. I held onto the couch cushion to brace myself, because it looked as if he wasn’t going to lean me over the couch. I have to say that I was glad of that, simply because being over his lap was a more comforting position than over the couch. I knew that he loved me, whereas, bending over the couch made me feel useless and unloved, even though I knew that was never the case.
WHACK!!!
I felt the first blow and knew I couldn’t take forty-nine more of these without reaching back to try and provide some protection. I yelped loudly. “AHHHHHHOWWWW Terrence! Owwwwieesss!” I cried, arms and legs flailing. “P-please...” I muttered, but couldn’t finish my sentence, so I just put my hands behind my back, hoping that he’d know that I wanted him to hold onto them. And he did. Brothers always seem to know what their little sisters are thinking.
He landed the next nine blows one right after another, concentrating mostly on the sit-spots. I yelped with every one of them, even wanted to reach back and block him from coming down so hard on my rear, but his grip on my hands was super tight. He took a slight break after the first ten swats. A much needed break for me. I needed to regain myself, I was crying so hard. It wasn’t a long enough break, though, and he crashed the next ten down on me, causing me to struggle to free from all of this pain he was inflicting upon me, and I tried to remember Joanna and her smiling face, and that’s why he was spanking me, 'cause he cared and didn’t want me to end up dead or in jail, but it only helped for a couple of minutes.
“I’m going to lay the last thirty on without a break,” he told me. “You will NEVER drink and drive again, Brianna,” he said, and I know he meant it more as a question, but seeing as I couldn’t speak, only cry, he didn’t push it. “And I don’t appreciate you lying to me, because that breaks my trust. And you’re too young to drink. You still have four more years before it’s legal.” And with that, he applied the last thirty and I howled and yelped and kicked and screamed like you wouldn’t believe. That damn paddle hurts!!! I buried my head into the couch and cried and cried and cried, just letting him deliver the last spanks, too exhausted to do anything more than cry. And when he finished, I didn’t even notice, because all I could think about was how much I’d let down my brother, and how stupid what I’d done was, and how my bottom was throbbing like crazy. I didn’t even realize he’d stopped until he lifted me and latched onto me in a hug, rubbing my back and trying to soothe me. “Shhhhh, Bri... it’s okay now. All over. I’m finished. I love you. You’re the best sister ever. I love you so much. Shhhhhhh, calm down, baby. You’re forgiven. You’re a great kid. Oh man, I love you so much,” he kept repeating, wanting to make sure I knew how much he loved me. It was a comforting thought, I must say. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. That’s how much my bottom hurt. But at least the guilty feeling was dissolving. Terrence still loved me.
We stayed in that position, muttering the same words to each other, for about an hour, it seemed. Until my crying died down enough for me to fall asleep in his arms. I didn’t feel him carry me into my room, didn’t feel him tuck me into bed, or kiss my forehead, but I know that’s what he did, because he really did love me that much.
The next morning I called Anastasia and told her what’d happened. I made her swear to me that she’d never drink and drive, and that she’d never let any of her friends do it. And she did, not just because it’d make me happy, but because I think she was scared of what might happen, too.
11 May 2004
Story: Spiffy Big Brother
Part of the Ashton/Ana series. Ana has totally fallen for this hott older guy named Matt. She invites him over when she's home alone, and things start getting playfully hot and heavy in the shower. Until Ashton comes home.
Spiffy Big Brother
by Breanna Carter
School was finally over and Bri and I were both totally glad about that. In fact, we somehow managed to talk Terrence and Ashton into letting us stay out fairly late sometimes. We often went to concerts, like Bri had done the summer before, and I even met her friend, Stephanie. But Stephanie wasn’t the person that was really cool to meet... that was Matt. Ugh, geeze, talk about drooling! That’s all I did when I saw him! He was a 19 year-old college student and was TOTALLY sexy. Every time I saw him, I got all giddy and turned into a girly girl. Oh well. That’s just me, I guess.
Anyway, it all happened one night when we were at this concert and Brianna met this guy named Zach. He was really cute, tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, just graduated from high school. And he was with his friend. Well, Zach and Bri hit it off so well that Bri introduced me to his friend. And that’s how I met Matt.
The thing is, Ashton’s super over-protective about me. He freaks out when I even talk to a guy, much less kiss him... and believe me, Matt and I were doing just a little more than kissing. I knew I could never introduce Matt and Ashton, especially since Matt was older than my brother! That would be murder!
One day, after an extremely long concert, Matt came over to my house while Ashton was away. Do you honestly think I’d let him come over while Ashton was home? Of course not. We were just talking, making out, groping each other... I felt all gross, though, and he wanted to go farther than I wanted.
“Uhmmm,” I said. “I need to take a shower...” I wasn’t really thinking about what I was saying.
He perked up. “A shower?” He licked his lips. “Can I join?”
I giggled. “Sorry, Matt...”
“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t wanna have sex... I just wanna help you wash off.”
I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen anything like that before. It was very tempting, though. But I had to decline. “Sorry,” I said, smiling and touching his lips with my fingers so he wouldn’t speak. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning.”
He couldn’t help but grin at that comment. And with that, I stuck my tongue out at him and ran to the bathroom with him chasing after me.
About halfway through my shower, though, there was a knock at the door. “Ana, I’m bored,” he whined. I rolled my eyes. What a lame pick up line.
“I’m sorry.”
I heard him lean against the door. “Do you sing in the shower?”
I giggled. “No.”
“Come on, let me in, please? I’ll wash your hair for you?”
I know this sounds really lame, but it was so adorable, I couldn’t resist.
When I didn’t answer, though, because I felt uncomfortable about being in the shower with a guy although it was tempting, as I’ve said, Matt spoke. “Hey, I’ll even keep my clothes on... just for you. Just to prove that I don’t want anything more than to be with you.”
I smiled. “Okay,” I shrieked and unlocked the door, hiding myself behind the shower curtain.
He flipped the hair out of his eyes and took his shoes and socks off then kissed me violently. I wasn’t expecting that. I nearly slipped and fell down! He hopped in with me and fondled me, and no, I won’t give you any descriptions.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told me, running his fingers down my cheek.
He made me feel so good about myself... I couldn’t help it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his wet jeans, then tried to tug them down to the ground, but we both ended up in a fit of giggles, simply because it was hilarious. I finally got them down and he tried to step out of them, then slipped and landed on his ass, and I fell down right on top of him because he had been holding onto me. We were laughing hysterically when I heard the knock on the door.
“ANA! Whose car is that outside?”
It took me a minute before I finally realized that it was Ashton. He was home! I hurriedly covered Matt’s mouth so he wouldn’t speak.
I racked my brain... “Stephanie!” I yelled, hands shaking, knees weak, heart pounding.
“Stephanie?” he asked and I heard something drop. “I’d love to believe you, Anastasia, but I’ve met Stephanie and I doubt she wears a size 11 in men’s shoes... she’s not that big of a girl..”
I gulped. “They’re her brother's.”
There was silence for a moment. I could feel my heart thumping louder and louder. “Anastasia, open the door.”
“I’m washing my hair!”
“Anastasia! Right now!”
“But, Ashton...” I whined.
Next thing I know, the door is swung open and Matt and I jump up just in time for him to pull the shower curtain open and me to shriek and try to cover myself. “What the fuck!?!” he yelled. “What the hell is this?!” Matt was standing there, pants around ankles, private parts hanging out, and there I was, stark naked, trying to hide. Matt tugged his pants up and slipped out of the shower. He must have known what was best for him. In fact, I even considered slipping out of there myself...
In an instant, Matt had his shoes and was running out of the door, and Ashton was coming over to me, pissed beyond belief. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted.
I was immediately pissed off. How dare he! “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?! I bring a guy over here to hang out and you hit the roof?!”
He was shocked. “Excuse me? You call what you were doing ‘hanging out’? And do NOT use that tone with me Young Lady, you’re in enough trouble as it is!”
“Fuck you!” I shouted, and before I could even attempt to get out of the shower, or even turn off the water for that matter, Ashton grabbed my left arm and dragged me out of the shower, I dripping wet, and sat down on the toilet and pulled me over his lap.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
I shrieked and kicked. This hurt like crazy! I never knew how much it’d hurt having him spank me while my bottom was still wet!
“I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that, do you hear me?” he said, spanking me harder and harder each second.
“Ow! Ow! Stop it!”
“I will NOT stop it, Young Lady! You’re going to learn a good lesson this time!” He kept spanking and spanking, and I didn’t even try to keep count because it hurt so badly, but I’d guess he kept it up for a minute or two. He then stood me up. “You will not speak to me in that tone, do you hear me?” he shouted, gripping my arm tightly and shaking me for emphasis.
I nodded.
He stood up and pulled me towards the sink. “And you will not use that type of language.” He turned on the faucet and put the bar of soap under it.
“But you use it,” I whined, seeing already where this was going.
“I’m the adult,” he responded. “And you should respect me. Got it?”
I made a sour face and in response, he shoved the soap in my mouth. I gagged a little at the gross taste, trying to spit it out, but every time I tried, he spanked me as hard as he could, and believe me, that didn’t feel good.
He finally pulled the bar out of my mouth and found a washcloth, got tons of suds on it, then cleaned out my mouth! If you think I was gagging before, I was really gagging now, and I even started crying. Not because he was hurting me, but because I felt like such a little kid and the soap was gross and he was really mad at me.
He took the washcloth out after what seemed like forever and gave me a small glass of water, telling me to rinse. I gargled the water and spit it out, the taste of soap still lingering. He wouldn’t let me wash anymore out, though, because he was already dragging me to my bedroom.
“I’m disappointed in you, Anastasia,” he told me after shutting my door and sitting on the bed.
I was still naked and trying to cover my body but it wasn’t working too well.
He tugged on my arm and pulled me closer to him. “You’re my little sister, and I love you lots, okay? The rule isn’t that boys can’t come over because I don’t trust you... I trust you plenty... or I did. The point is, guys have a tendency to be pushy, I should know. And he could have an STD or get you pregnant or anything... and I don’t want that happening to you, okay? I care too much. Get it?”
I nodded.
“You’re only 16... just turned 16... and that’s too young to have a baby or get some sort of disease, okay? I know it’s hard to resist the temptation, but if something happens to you, it’d kill me. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I wasn’t a good enough brother and I’d blame myself...”
“But you are a good brother,” I assured him, getting teary-eyed.
“Ana, I trusted you to stay home alone without bringing a guy into the house... and you broke that trust. I’m really disappointed in you.” He sighed. “I don’t want you to see him anymore, okay? I mean, I can’t stop you, can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, but I’d rather you not be around him. He’s at least 19 or 20 and that’s illegal and he’s had more experience so he’s more likely to do stuff with you, okay?”
“But, Ashton...”
“Please don’t argue with me right now.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Before I spank you...” he began, but I cut him off.
“But you already spanked me!” I whined.
He gave me that look. “I spanked you for having an attitude with me and using bad language... not for what you did.”
“Ashton, please... I’m sorry.”
“You had a boy alone in the house, you were in the shower with him, and you lied to me. You think that measly hand-spanking I gave you was enough?”
I sighed. “I guess not,” I muttered.
There was a short silence. “Do you understand why I’m doing this?”
I nodded.
He stood up and did something I totally didn’t expect... he hugged me. “I love ya, kid sis.”
“I love you, too,” I muttered.
He pulled away and I wiped my eyes.
There was an uneasy silence. “I’m going to use my belt,” he concluded.
Surprisingly, I went down without a fight. “Okay.”
He took a deep breath in and unbuckled his belt then slid it through the loops. I watched nervously. He held it in his hands and finally doubled it over. “Lean over the bed,” he ordered.
I nodded and walked towards my bed, shivering with fear. I flopped over, burying my face into the blankets and holding onto them.
I heard the jingling of the belt buckle. I felt the first blow... felt it loud and clear. I yelped like a dog who’d just gotten his tail stepped on and jumped up. Ashton did nothing, just let me regain myself and fall back down.
He pressed his hand down on the small of my back then crashed the second one down. He crashed it down again and again until I felt like I was sitting on a hot stove. I was crying and squealing and begging for him to stop, apologizing with every breath. He finally stopped and I couldn’t move. My thighs were aching fiercely, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. I cried so hard I couldn’t hear anything but myself, not even my thumping heart. When I finally felt okay enough to turn around and hug Ashton, I noticed that he was crying, too. He was trying to hide it by hurriedly wiping the tears away, but I knew my brother too well. I’d seen him cry over a broken heart plenty of times, and seeing him cry because of me just broke my own heart. He looked so pathetic, standing there, staring at the floor, doubled-over belt in his right hand, left hand wiping the tears away. I pushed myself up and slammed into him with a hug.
“I’m sorry, Ashton. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry,” I blubbered, tears steadily streaming down my face.
“It’s not you,” he murmured.
“It is. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
“No, no, kid sis. It’s not that. It’s just that I love you so much... and you’re growing up... and what if I wouldn’t have come home and you’d have gotten pregnant...”
“But you came home, and it’s okay, I promise. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”
He hugged me tightly. “I love you too much,” he muttered.
I smiled. “I love you even more... so I love you way too much.”
I felt him smile.
“I’ll stop hanging out with him... and I’ll be good.”
“I hope so,” he said and kissed my forehead, then wiped my tears away. “You’re a pretty spiffy little sister, ya know that?”
I giggled. “I know. And you’re a spiffy big bro that wants to buy me ice cream.”
“And you’re a spiffy sis that can’t sit down to eat the ice cream,” he chuckled.
Spiffy Big Brother
by Breanna Carter
School was finally over and Bri and I were both totally glad about that. In fact, we somehow managed to talk Terrence and Ashton into letting us stay out fairly late sometimes. We often went to concerts, like Bri had done the summer before, and I even met her friend, Stephanie. But Stephanie wasn’t the person that was really cool to meet... that was Matt. Ugh, geeze, talk about drooling! That’s all I did when I saw him! He was a 19 year-old college student and was TOTALLY sexy. Every time I saw him, I got all giddy and turned into a girly girl. Oh well. That’s just me, I guess.
Anyway, it all happened one night when we were at this concert and Brianna met this guy named Zach. He was really cute, tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, just graduated from high school. And he was with his friend. Well, Zach and Bri hit it off so well that Bri introduced me to his friend. And that’s how I met Matt.
The thing is, Ashton’s super over-protective about me. He freaks out when I even talk to a guy, much less kiss him... and believe me, Matt and I were doing just a little more than kissing. I knew I could never introduce Matt and Ashton, especially since Matt was older than my brother! That would be murder!
One day, after an extremely long concert, Matt came over to my house while Ashton was away. Do you honestly think I’d let him come over while Ashton was home? Of course not. We were just talking, making out, groping each other... I felt all gross, though, and he wanted to go farther than I wanted.
“Uhmmm,” I said. “I need to take a shower...” I wasn’t really thinking about what I was saying.
He perked up. “A shower?” He licked his lips. “Can I join?”
I giggled. “Sorry, Matt...”
“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t wanna have sex... I just wanna help you wash off.”
I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen anything like that before. It was very tempting, though. But I had to decline. “Sorry,” I said, smiling and touching his lips with my fingers so he wouldn’t speak. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning.”
He couldn’t help but grin at that comment. And with that, I stuck my tongue out at him and ran to the bathroom with him chasing after me.
About halfway through my shower, though, there was a knock at the door. “Ana, I’m bored,” he whined. I rolled my eyes. What a lame pick up line.
“I’m sorry.”
I heard him lean against the door. “Do you sing in the shower?”
I giggled. “No.”
“Come on, let me in, please? I’ll wash your hair for you?”
I know this sounds really lame, but it was so adorable, I couldn’t resist.
When I didn’t answer, though, because I felt uncomfortable about being in the shower with a guy although it was tempting, as I’ve said, Matt spoke. “Hey, I’ll even keep my clothes on... just for you. Just to prove that I don’t want anything more than to be with you.”
I smiled. “Okay,” I shrieked and unlocked the door, hiding myself behind the shower curtain.
He flipped the hair out of his eyes and took his shoes and socks off then kissed me violently. I wasn’t expecting that. I nearly slipped and fell down! He hopped in with me and fondled me, and no, I won’t give you any descriptions.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told me, running his fingers down my cheek.
He made me feel so good about myself... I couldn’t help it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his wet jeans, then tried to tug them down to the ground, but we both ended up in a fit of giggles, simply because it was hilarious. I finally got them down and he tried to step out of them, then slipped and landed on his ass, and I fell down right on top of him because he had been holding onto me. We were laughing hysterically when I heard the knock on the door.
“ANA! Whose car is that outside?”
It took me a minute before I finally realized that it was Ashton. He was home! I hurriedly covered Matt’s mouth so he wouldn’t speak.
I racked my brain... “Stephanie!” I yelled, hands shaking, knees weak, heart pounding.
“Stephanie?” he asked and I heard something drop. “I’d love to believe you, Anastasia, but I’ve met Stephanie and I doubt she wears a size 11 in men’s shoes... she’s not that big of a girl..”
I gulped. “They’re her brother's.”
There was silence for a moment. I could feel my heart thumping louder and louder. “Anastasia, open the door.”
“I’m washing my hair!”
“Anastasia! Right now!”
“But, Ashton...” I whined.
Next thing I know, the door is swung open and Matt and I jump up just in time for him to pull the shower curtain open and me to shriek and try to cover myself. “What the fuck!?!” he yelled. “What the hell is this?!” Matt was standing there, pants around ankles, private parts hanging out, and there I was, stark naked, trying to hide. Matt tugged his pants up and slipped out of the shower. He must have known what was best for him. In fact, I even considered slipping out of there myself...
In an instant, Matt had his shoes and was running out of the door, and Ashton was coming over to me, pissed beyond belief. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted.
I was immediately pissed off. How dare he! “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?! I bring a guy over here to hang out and you hit the roof?!”
He was shocked. “Excuse me? You call what you were doing ‘hanging out’? And do NOT use that tone with me Young Lady, you’re in enough trouble as it is!”
“Fuck you!” I shouted, and before I could even attempt to get out of the shower, or even turn off the water for that matter, Ashton grabbed my left arm and dragged me out of the shower, I dripping wet, and sat down on the toilet and pulled me over his lap.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
I shrieked and kicked. This hurt like crazy! I never knew how much it’d hurt having him spank me while my bottom was still wet!
“I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that, do you hear me?” he said, spanking me harder and harder each second.
“Ow! Ow! Stop it!”
“I will NOT stop it, Young Lady! You’re going to learn a good lesson this time!” He kept spanking and spanking, and I didn’t even try to keep count because it hurt so badly, but I’d guess he kept it up for a minute or two. He then stood me up. “You will not speak to me in that tone, do you hear me?” he shouted, gripping my arm tightly and shaking me for emphasis.
I nodded.
He stood up and pulled me towards the sink. “And you will not use that type of language.” He turned on the faucet and put the bar of soap under it.
“But you use it,” I whined, seeing already where this was going.
“I’m the adult,” he responded. “And you should respect me. Got it?”
I made a sour face and in response, he shoved the soap in my mouth. I gagged a little at the gross taste, trying to spit it out, but every time I tried, he spanked me as hard as he could, and believe me, that didn’t feel good.
He finally pulled the bar out of my mouth and found a washcloth, got tons of suds on it, then cleaned out my mouth! If you think I was gagging before, I was really gagging now, and I even started crying. Not because he was hurting me, but because I felt like such a little kid and the soap was gross and he was really mad at me.
He took the washcloth out after what seemed like forever and gave me a small glass of water, telling me to rinse. I gargled the water and spit it out, the taste of soap still lingering. He wouldn’t let me wash anymore out, though, because he was already dragging me to my bedroom.
“I’m disappointed in you, Anastasia,” he told me after shutting my door and sitting on the bed.
I was still naked and trying to cover my body but it wasn’t working too well.
He tugged on my arm and pulled me closer to him. “You’re my little sister, and I love you lots, okay? The rule isn’t that boys can’t come over because I don’t trust you... I trust you plenty... or I did. The point is, guys have a tendency to be pushy, I should know. And he could have an STD or get you pregnant or anything... and I don’t want that happening to you, okay? I care too much. Get it?”
I nodded.
“You’re only 16... just turned 16... and that’s too young to have a baby or get some sort of disease, okay? I know it’s hard to resist the temptation, but if something happens to you, it’d kill me. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I wasn’t a good enough brother and I’d blame myself...”
“But you are a good brother,” I assured him, getting teary-eyed.
“Ana, I trusted you to stay home alone without bringing a guy into the house... and you broke that trust. I’m really disappointed in you.” He sighed. “I don’t want you to see him anymore, okay? I mean, I can’t stop you, can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, but I’d rather you not be around him. He’s at least 19 or 20 and that’s illegal and he’s had more experience so he’s more likely to do stuff with you, okay?”
“But, Ashton...”
“Please don’t argue with me right now.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Before I spank you...” he began, but I cut him off.
“But you already spanked me!” I whined.
He gave me that look. “I spanked you for having an attitude with me and using bad language... not for what you did.”
“Ashton, please... I’m sorry.”
“You had a boy alone in the house, you were in the shower with him, and you lied to me. You think that measly hand-spanking I gave you was enough?”
I sighed. “I guess not,” I muttered.
There was a short silence. “Do you understand why I’m doing this?”
I nodded.
He stood up and did something I totally didn’t expect... he hugged me. “I love ya, kid sis.”
“I love you, too,” I muttered.
He pulled away and I wiped my eyes.
There was an uneasy silence. “I’m going to use my belt,” he concluded.
Surprisingly, I went down without a fight. “Okay.”
He took a deep breath in and unbuckled his belt then slid it through the loops. I watched nervously. He held it in his hands and finally doubled it over. “Lean over the bed,” he ordered.
I nodded and walked towards my bed, shivering with fear. I flopped over, burying my face into the blankets and holding onto them.
I heard the jingling of the belt buckle. I felt the first blow... felt it loud and clear. I yelped like a dog who’d just gotten his tail stepped on and jumped up. Ashton did nothing, just let me regain myself and fall back down.
He pressed his hand down on the small of my back then crashed the second one down. He crashed it down again and again until I felt like I was sitting on a hot stove. I was crying and squealing and begging for him to stop, apologizing with every breath. He finally stopped and I couldn’t move. My thighs were aching fiercely, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. I cried so hard I couldn’t hear anything but myself, not even my thumping heart. When I finally felt okay enough to turn around and hug Ashton, I noticed that he was crying, too. He was trying to hide it by hurriedly wiping the tears away, but I knew my brother too well. I’d seen him cry over a broken heart plenty of times, and seeing him cry because of me just broke my own heart. He looked so pathetic, standing there, staring at the floor, doubled-over belt in his right hand, left hand wiping the tears away. I pushed myself up and slammed into him with a hug.
“I’m sorry, Ashton. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry,” I blubbered, tears steadily streaming down my face.
“It’s not you,” he murmured.
“It is. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
“No, no, kid sis. It’s not that. It’s just that I love you so much... and you’re growing up... and what if I wouldn’t have come home and you’d have gotten pregnant...”
“But you came home, and it’s okay, I promise. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”
He hugged me tightly. “I love you too much,” he muttered.
I smiled. “I love you even more... so I love you way too much.”
I felt him smile.
“I’ll stop hanging out with him... and I’ll be good.”
“I hope so,” he said and kissed my forehead, then wiped my tears away. “You’re a pretty spiffy little sister, ya know that?”
I giggled. “I know. And you’re a spiffy big bro that wants to buy me ice cream.”
“And you’re a spiffy sis that can’t sit down to eat the ice cream,” he chuckled.
04 May 2004
Story: The Bell Rings at Three
Part of the Just Shannon series. Shannon has been leaving class before the bell rings, and her teacher finally catches her. The always-respectful (yeah right) teen gets mouthy enough to earn a trip to the office, where she is informed that her brother will be notified. Matt isn't going to be too happy.
The Bell Rings at Three
by Breanna Carter
As the months passed on and cool weather came nearer and nearer, I noticed that October had approached. It had been about two weeks after Erik’s birthday when he finally got the car that he’d been begging for. As promised, he offered to take Lisa, Jen, and me to school every morning. We started out getting to school early every day, in time to where we could both sit in the hallway and finish the homework that we’d neglected to do the night before. He ended up helping me with a lot of my own homework, seeing that he was a junior and I only a sophomore. For the record, he was awesome at math! And after school we’d wait around for a little while so the parking lot could thin out and then we’d set off to the middle school where we’d pick up Jen and Lisa. It was so much fun to finally have a friend who had a car. Jen and Lisa seemed to think so, too.
After a while, though, Erik kept getting irritated with the stupid busses at the middle school. They’d hold up traffic forever. And soon, we were getting to school seconds before the bell rang, and slipping out of class five minutes early so we could hurry up and make it to the middle school before the busses left. We did this everyday, meeting at his car at 2:55, unless one of our teachers held us back. That usually wasn’t the case, though. My sixth period teacher was absent-minded and didn’t even notice when I left class early.
I guess you can see where this is heading... One day, I left class, early as usual, and so did many of the other students. Well, they didn’t exactly leave, but they sat outside on the boardwalk (this class was in a T-building which means that it wasn’t in an actual hallway or anything, but outside next to tons of other T-buildings with a boardwalk connecting them all... in case you didn’t know) waiting for the bell to ring. As I trampled down to the parking lot to meet Erik, I heard some yelling but paid no attention. She’d never notice I was gone... And as we pulled out of the lot, I noticed that no one was sitting on the boardwalk any longer. Hopefully none of them would clue her in on the fact that I left.
Problem was, they did. The second I walked into class the next day, I heard about it.
“Miss Johnson,” she said. “I noticed that you left yesterday afternoon before the bell rang to dismiss the students.”
I bit my lip, trying to conjure up a good excuse. “I did?” What a great excuse.
“Yes, Shannon, you did. I had plenty of students tell me that they saw you leave campus.”
“They didn’t see me leave campus,” I argued. Well, it was true... they didn’t *see* me leave. “I.. I have choir practice on Thursdays. I had to get my music out of my locker. I told you but you must not have heard...”
She stood there, unmoved, totally not buying my lame excuse. “If you need to leave early, you will make sure I hear you and you have a hall pass from me.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and slumping down in my seat.
“Excuse me!” she shrieked. “You left my class early and that is like skipping, Shannon Johnson. I do NOT need that attitude from you!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like you yelling at me either.”
Her mouth was dropped and instantly I regretted saying that. She walked to her desk, muttering things under her breath and finally pulled out a yellow slip of paper. “If you’re going to have that attitude with me, I have no other choice but to give you a referral. I will not tolerate that in my class.”
I was livid. My teeth were clamped together and my fists balled up. How dare she give me a referral!
She scribbled something on the paper and handed it to me. “Straight to Mr. Jarrow’s office and no detours through the parking lot or the choir room or where ever it was you went yesterday.”
I glared at her and snatched the paper from her hand then threw my backpack over my shoulder and stomped out of the room. I wanted so badly to flip her off, but I was too upset. Plus, I knew it’d get me in more trouble... and I was sure that Mr. Jarrow would let me off easier without that added comment on my referral. Speaking of referrals... I wondered what mine said on it so I looked down.
“Leaving class without permission and disrespectful attitude.”
I groaned. She made it sound like what I’d done was horrible! But it really wasn’t that bad... all I did was mutter a few things I could have kept to myself. Maybe I’d get after school detention and Erik could pick me up and Matt’d never know what happened. Yeah, right.
I ambled towards the office and stopped at the secretary’s desk. “Hi, um, I need to see Mr. Jarrow..” I muttered.
She pushed her glasses up and turned around. “You may go on in,” she told me and nodded towards an open door with a tall, thin man sitting behind a large desk filling out some paperwork.
I said a quick “thank you” and walked down the hallway, dreading each step more and more. I’d never actually been sent to the principal’s office before... I remembered all the times I was younger when other kids were sent to the office. In kindergarten a boy was being mean to the other kids and saying bad stuff to the teacher and got sent to the office. He came back crying. I remember the year after that, we went to an assembly about discipline and the principal held up a paddle and said that it’s what she used on the students when they acted up... and I remembered how one kid had once told me, in the third grade or something, that the principal’s paddle was big and had holes in it so it’d hurt more. I wondered if Mr. Jarrow had a paddle... surely not... not in high school... we were too old to get paddled! And if I got paddled at school, they’d definitely tell Matt and then I’d get in trouble at home, too! That’s not cool at all.
“Can I help you?” he was saying and I realized that I’d made it to the door without even noticing.
“Oh, uh,” I stepped inside and handed him the note.
He glanced at it. “Shut the door, please,” he ordered, and I figured the next thing he’d do was take out that large wooden paddle with the large holes drilled through it... But I shut the door anyway. “Have a seat.”
I sat down across from him on a hard wooden chair. I shifted uncomfortably.
“Shannon, is it?”
I nodded.
He scanned over the paper once again then placed it down on his desk and folded his hands while looking at me. “Well, Shannon... says here that you’re leaving class without permission and using a disrespectful tone with your teacher...”
I bit my lower lip again. “I guess so,” I murmured.
“Care to explain this to me?”
I shrugged. “I told her I was going to get some stuff from my locker and she said it was fine, so I left early and today she was accusing me of not telling her, so I got upset and told her she could stop yelling at me already.”
He nodded. “The thing is, Miss Johnson, I’d like to believe you, but this is Mrs. Strait, and she doesn’t normally send students to the office. And, in fact, I think the last referral I received from her was in 1997. So I know it must have been more than that. I understand that she can be a little forgetful sometimes, but next time, make sure that she knows, okay? As for this ‘attitude’ thing... well, don’t let it happen again. I guess I can let this go with an afterschool detention.”
Score!
I let out a slight smirk. “Yes sir, Mr. Jarrow. I won’t let it happen again.” I began standing up.
“Sit down, Shannon. I can’t let you leave until I give you your detention slip and get your phone number.”
“My phone number?” I muttered, plopping back down in the chair, smirk gone.
“Yes, your phone number.” He was digging through a drawer now, and finally pulled out another yellow slip of paper.
“Why do you need my phone number?”
“To call your parents, of course.” I watched as he scribbled information down on the sheet of paper.
“My parents are in Europe.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh? With whom are you staying?”
As usual, I spoke before I thought about it. “Just by myself.”
“By yourself?”
I nodded.
He didn’t buy it for one second. Instead, he finished filling out that yellow slip then moved towards a large filing cabinet that was against a wall. “Any family members in town?”
“No.” I guess it was partly true... if you don’t consider Matt a family member. I guess I was too dumb to realize they had my file.
He pulled out a folder and looked inside. “I see. Who is Matthew Johnson?”
“My brother.”
“Says here that you reside with him.”
“It does?”
He showed me the file folder where a sheet of paper was stapled inside. There it was written inside... my address and guardian’s name. Dammit. Caught in another lie.
I looked up at him and he moved the folder away. “So Matthew is your guardian or not?”
“Kinda.”
“Are you living with him right now?”
“Kinda.”
He was getting upset. “How can you ‘kinda’ live with someone?”
I shrugged.
“Shannon, I don’t appreciate you lying to me. I’m letting you off easy by giving you only a day of after school detention when I could be giving you in school suspension, or I could even suspend you.”
I looked at the floor and twiddled my thumbs.
“When I ask you a question I expect you to answer me honestly, do you understand?”
I nodded.
He sat down on the chair and wrote the number down on a post-it tablet with Matt’s name at the top and mine at the bottom. “I’ll be having a word with Matthew later this afternoon.”
“Okay.” Maybe I could get home in time to erase the message...
“Detention is Tuesday after school in Mr. Jacobson’s room. You are expected to be there promptly.”
“Okay.”
“You’re dismissed.”
Needless to say, I didn’t leave class early that day. In fact, I wasn’t even close to the first one. Erik was kind of upset when I came to his car later than usual, but he let it go after he saw how pissed I was about the whole day. He listened to me bitch the whole way to the middle school, and we got caught in bus traffic, so I bitched some more, and when the girls weren’t there, I bitched even more.
“Don’t worry about it,” Erik said. “They probably just figured that we weren’t coming. Just calm down a little.”
“I can’t calm down. Mr. Jarrow’s gonna call Matt and he’s going to blow a head gasket.”
“Just tell him it was an honest mistake... that you asked if you could leave early and she said you could, you had no idea you needed a pass, and you didn’t mean to be rude to her...”
“And what about lying to Mr. J?”
“Deny it?”
I sighed. There really was no way to get out of this.
We met up with Lisa and Jen when we got to the apartment complex and they were furious. I told them about my shitty day, and they were a little nicer. At least next time they’d know where we were.
When I got home, Matt was sitting at the table, working on something. I tried to avoid him and walk to my room to throw my backpack down, but to no avail. “Got any homework?”
“No,” I muttered.
“Mrs. Addington called today. Said you were slacking off on your geometry homework.”
I grimaced. How come she didn’t tell me she was calling? Then I could have at least been prepared. “I’ve done most of it, just left it at home, or lost it.”
He put the pencil down and looked at me. “Yeah, and I’m Bruce Willis.”
I cracked a nervous grin, trying once again, to turn away and walk to my room.
“And your vice principal guy called, too... Mr. Sparrow or whatever.”
“Who?”
“Your vice principal. Said he had a conference with you today.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah. Look... it was a mistake...”
“Really? A mistake? I’d like to hear how lying to him was a mistake..” he said, giving me a sarcastic grin.
“Well... see... er... I asked my teacher if I could leave early yesterday and she said I could, and she didn’t remember today and started yelling at me so I asked her to stop and she took it the wrong way... and then when I went to the office I didn’t understand his question... I thought he wanted to know if I was living with a real adult... you know... like an aunt or uncle or something.”
“Shannon, you’re lying out of your ass. I can see it in your eyes. You can’t even look at me and tell me all this stuff.”
Damn, brothers always know that stuff. “Sure I can.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving me a doubtful look. “Firstly, Shannon, I know that you leave school early everyday, else you wouldn’t get here by 3:30 every afternoon. Today you didn’t get here until at least 3:45. For the past two weeks you’ve gotten here at 3:20, sometimes 3:15 or 3:10... I don’t think Erik’s driving speed fluctuates that much. Secondly, the guy who called me had talked to your teacher and she told him that you used a very sharp tone with her, otherwise she wouldn’t have given you a referral. And thirdly, he said that he plainly asked you who you lived with and you said no one. And the fact that you’re lying to me is NOT helping the situation, Young Lady.”
I gave an exasperated sigh and rolled my eyes. “You don’t understand,” I concluded.
“*I* don’t understand? Are you forgetting that I’m 19 years old and I, too, was in high school not too long ago and I wanted to leave school early, too. I had to deal with pesky teachers and principals.. hell, I still do! But that didn’t give me any right to backtalk them or lie to them. And if Mom or Dad had received a call from someone I sure as hell wouldn’t lie to them!” He was practically yelling by this time and I wasn’t liking the looks of this.
“Geeze, Matt. Chill.”
“Chill?? You’re telling ME to chill? I just got two phone calls about you and the first I could live with but when I hear that you’re using bossy tones with your teacher and lying to your principal, I have a problem with that, Missy. And I have a problem with the way you’re acting right now and the way you just stood there and blatantly lied to me.”
I fidgeted nervously.
“I’m not going to put up with this attitude. Mom and Dad can deal with it, but I’m not. Understand?”
“Whatever,” I said plainly. Mistake!
Matt nearly knocked his chair over from getting up so quickly. The closer he got to me, the more I moved back, until I ran into the wall.
“No... Matt... I’m sorry!”
But it was too late. He was flustered with anger. I held my hands up to keep him away.
“Matt! Stop!” I squeaked.
He ignored me and grabbed my arm. I tried to hold onto the futon, the wall, anything! But his grip was stronger than mine and in a matter of seconds I was being dragged towards the chair. I fought and struggled. “No!” I kept saying. “Stop it!” But he kept ignoring me. I leaned all of my weight towards the floor, hoping that I’d fall out of his tight grip and make a quick getaway to my room, but he just gave me a sharp smack on my rear. “Matt! No! St-op it!” I said, enunciating my words.
He finally got to the chair and sat down, grabbing my arm and throwing me over his knee. I struggled and fought, trying to stand up.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He began smacking me over my skirt because I was struggling too much for him to bare my bottom. Before he knew it, though, I was rolled off of his lap and on the floor, trying to crawl away.
“SHANNON KATE! If you don’t stop struggling, I am going to spank you so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a month! You’re already in enough trouble, Young Lady!” He lifted me up as if using no strength at all and I found myself, once again, over his lap and looking at the carpet.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
He slapped with all of his might, but I didn’t neglect to put up a fight. I kicked and screamed and squirmed to no end. If you think it didn’t hurt, you must be crazy! But I’m crazy, too, because as much as that hurt, I still managed to be as big of a brat as I could, which only made me get it worse.
After about thirty or so smacks over my clothes, he lifted my skirt and tugged my panties down. I could already feel my reddening bottom.
He lifted his hand again and my backside was greeted with more smacks. “Shannon Kate, *SMACK!! SMACK!!* you will NOT *SMACK!! SMACK!!* use that attitude *SMACK!! SMACK!!* with me *SMACK!! SMACK!!* or anyone else *SMACK!! SMACK!!* Do you understand? *SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!*”
I was yelping with each smack, mostly because he was concentrating on my thighs and sit spots. “Stopppp!!” was all I could answer. That wasn’t what he was looking for.
“I will NOT stop, Young Lady. You are getting what you deserve and you know it!” And with that he continued spanking and spanking and spanking, as hard as he could, my bottom and my sit spots and my thighs, and before too much longer I was crying and not totally broken, and he lifted me from his lap and marched me to the corner. “Nose in corner, Shannon. No rubbing!”
I sniffled and stood in the corner, glowing bottom on display. I studied the wall and tried to make sense out of everything that was happening. I shifted uncomfortably, my bottom stinging to no end.
“All right. Come here,” Matt ordered after about twenty minutes of corner time.
I sniffled and turned around, wiping my eyes. I assumed it was over, but I was wrong. There he was, unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. It took me a good three seconds to realize what he was doing.
“Nooooooooo,” I pleaded, beginning to cry again.
“Shannon, what you’ve done today is unacceptable,” he scolded, grabbing my left arm and guiding me over the futon. “I’m not going to put up with it.”
I heard him fold it over as I buried my head into the mattress. I heard some dangling then CRACK!!! the leather crashed against my backside and it was throbbing.
“OWWWWIIIIIIEEEEESSSSSS!!!” I shrieked, standing up and grabbing my bottom.
Matt pushed me back down and kept his hand on my back. I heard him lift it again and crash it down. This hurt more than I could ever imagine! By the forth blow, I broke down into sobs and I was clutching onto the mattress for dear life. I howled in pain after each smack. By the tenth smack, I was broken. I was sobbing into the couch and really and truly sorry for what I’d done. Sorry that I’d left school early, sorry that I’d used an attitude with my teacher, sorry that I’d lied. “Shannon, I’m very disappointed in what you did today. I didn’t expect such a thing from you. You know that it’s wrong to lie. *CRACK!!!!!*”
“AHHHHHOOOWWWWW!!! I k-knowww!”
“And you need to learn how to respect others. Not have an attitude. *CRACK!!!!!!!!*”
“ARRGGGGHHHHH!!!! I w-won’t do-o it again-n. I pwomiseee!”
“And you need to do your math homework. Got it? *CRACK!!!!!!*”
“Yyyyyesssssssss!!!!!!”
“Good.” He gave me five final smacks then dropped the belt and scooped me in his arms. I cried into his chest as he patted my back and rocked me. I couldn’t help but apologize. I felt bad for letting him down, for disappointing him. He kissed my forehead millions of times and told me he loved me.
“I won’t leave class early again.”
“Good... but that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about how you’re going to treat your teachers and other adults...”
“I won’t be mean,” I assured him, feeling like a small child.
He smiled. “I love ya, little sis.”
I smiled back. “I love ya, too. But that hurt.”
“Well, maybe you’ll remember this next time you’re on the verge of a referral, huh?”
“Maybe.”
The Bell Rings at Three
by Breanna Carter
As the months passed on and cool weather came nearer and nearer, I noticed that October had approached. It had been about two weeks after Erik’s birthday when he finally got the car that he’d been begging for. As promised, he offered to take Lisa, Jen, and me to school every morning. We started out getting to school early every day, in time to where we could both sit in the hallway and finish the homework that we’d neglected to do the night before. He ended up helping me with a lot of my own homework, seeing that he was a junior and I only a sophomore. For the record, he was awesome at math! And after school we’d wait around for a little while so the parking lot could thin out and then we’d set off to the middle school where we’d pick up Jen and Lisa. It was so much fun to finally have a friend who had a car. Jen and Lisa seemed to think so, too.
After a while, though, Erik kept getting irritated with the stupid busses at the middle school. They’d hold up traffic forever. And soon, we were getting to school seconds before the bell rang, and slipping out of class five minutes early so we could hurry up and make it to the middle school before the busses left. We did this everyday, meeting at his car at 2:55, unless one of our teachers held us back. That usually wasn’t the case, though. My sixth period teacher was absent-minded and didn’t even notice when I left class early.
I guess you can see where this is heading... One day, I left class, early as usual, and so did many of the other students. Well, they didn’t exactly leave, but they sat outside on the boardwalk (this class was in a T-building which means that it wasn’t in an actual hallway or anything, but outside next to tons of other T-buildings with a boardwalk connecting them all... in case you didn’t know) waiting for the bell to ring. As I trampled down to the parking lot to meet Erik, I heard some yelling but paid no attention. She’d never notice I was gone... And as we pulled out of the lot, I noticed that no one was sitting on the boardwalk any longer. Hopefully none of them would clue her in on the fact that I left.
Problem was, they did. The second I walked into class the next day, I heard about it.
“Miss Johnson,” she said. “I noticed that you left yesterday afternoon before the bell rang to dismiss the students.”
I bit my lip, trying to conjure up a good excuse. “I did?” What a great excuse.
“Yes, Shannon, you did. I had plenty of students tell me that they saw you leave campus.”
“They didn’t see me leave campus,” I argued. Well, it was true... they didn’t *see* me leave. “I.. I have choir practice on Thursdays. I had to get my music out of my locker. I told you but you must not have heard...”
She stood there, unmoved, totally not buying my lame excuse. “If you need to leave early, you will make sure I hear you and you have a hall pass from me.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and slumping down in my seat.
“Excuse me!” she shrieked. “You left my class early and that is like skipping, Shannon Johnson. I do NOT need that attitude from you!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like you yelling at me either.”
Her mouth was dropped and instantly I regretted saying that. She walked to her desk, muttering things under her breath and finally pulled out a yellow slip of paper. “If you’re going to have that attitude with me, I have no other choice but to give you a referral. I will not tolerate that in my class.”
I was livid. My teeth were clamped together and my fists balled up. How dare she give me a referral!
She scribbled something on the paper and handed it to me. “Straight to Mr. Jarrow’s office and no detours through the parking lot or the choir room or where ever it was you went yesterday.”
I glared at her and snatched the paper from her hand then threw my backpack over my shoulder and stomped out of the room. I wanted so badly to flip her off, but I was too upset. Plus, I knew it’d get me in more trouble... and I was sure that Mr. Jarrow would let me off easier without that added comment on my referral. Speaking of referrals... I wondered what mine said on it so I looked down.
“Leaving class without permission and disrespectful attitude.”
I groaned. She made it sound like what I’d done was horrible! But it really wasn’t that bad... all I did was mutter a few things I could have kept to myself. Maybe I’d get after school detention and Erik could pick me up and Matt’d never know what happened. Yeah, right.
I ambled towards the office and stopped at the secretary’s desk. “Hi, um, I need to see Mr. Jarrow..” I muttered.
She pushed her glasses up and turned around. “You may go on in,” she told me and nodded towards an open door with a tall, thin man sitting behind a large desk filling out some paperwork.
I said a quick “thank you” and walked down the hallway, dreading each step more and more. I’d never actually been sent to the principal’s office before... I remembered all the times I was younger when other kids were sent to the office. In kindergarten a boy was being mean to the other kids and saying bad stuff to the teacher and got sent to the office. He came back crying. I remember the year after that, we went to an assembly about discipline and the principal held up a paddle and said that it’s what she used on the students when they acted up... and I remembered how one kid had once told me, in the third grade or something, that the principal’s paddle was big and had holes in it so it’d hurt more. I wondered if Mr. Jarrow had a paddle... surely not... not in high school... we were too old to get paddled! And if I got paddled at school, they’d definitely tell Matt and then I’d get in trouble at home, too! That’s not cool at all.
“Can I help you?” he was saying and I realized that I’d made it to the door without even noticing.
“Oh, uh,” I stepped inside and handed him the note.
He glanced at it. “Shut the door, please,” he ordered, and I figured the next thing he’d do was take out that large wooden paddle with the large holes drilled through it... But I shut the door anyway. “Have a seat.”
I sat down across from him on a hard wooden chair. I shifted uncomfortably.
“Shannon, is it?”
I nodded.
He scanned over the paper once again then placed it down on his desk and folded his hands while looking at me. “Well, Shannon... says here that you’re leaving class without permission and using a disrespectful tone with your teacher...”
I bit my lower lip again. “I guess so,” I murmured.
“Care to explain this to me?”
I shrugged. “I told her I was going to get some stuff from my locker and she said it was fine, so I left early and today she was accusing me of not telling her, so I got upset and told her she could stop yelling at me already.”
He nodded. “The thing is, Miss Johnson, I’d like to believe you, but this is Mrs. Strait, and she doesn’t normally send students to the office. And, in fact, I think the last referral I received from her was in 1997. So I know it must have been more than that. I understand that she can be a little forgetful sometimes, but next time, make sure that she knows, okay? As for this ‘attitude’ thing... well, don’t let it happen again. I guess I can let this go with an afterschool detention.”
Score!
I let out a slight smirk. “Yes sir, Mr. Jarrow. I won’t let it happen again.” I began standing up.
“Sit down, Shannon. I can’t let you leave until I give you your detention slip and get your phone number.”
“My phone number?” I muttered, plopping back down in the chair, smirk gone.
“Yes, your phone number.” He was digging through a drawer now, and finally pulled out another yellow slip of paper.
“Why do you need my phone number?”
“To call your parents, of course.” I watched as he scribbled information down on the sheet of paper.
“My parents are in Europe.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh? With whom are you staying?”
As usual, I spoke before I thought about it. “Just by myself.”
“By yourself?”
I nodded.
He didn’t buy it for one second. Instead, he finished filling out that yellow slip then moved towards a large filing cabinet that was against a wall. “Any family members in town?”
“No.” I guess it was partly true... if you don’t consider Matt a family member. I guess I was too dumb to realize they had my file.
He pulled out a folder and looked inside. “I see. Who is Matthew Johnson?”
“My brother.”
“Says here that you reside with him.”
“It does?”
He showed me the file folder where a sheet of paper was stapled inside. There it was written inside... my address and guardian’s name. Dammit. Caught in another lie.
I looked up at him and he moved the folder away. “So Matthew is your guardian or not?”
“Kinda.”
“Are you living with him right now?”
“Kinda.”
He was getting upset. “How can you ‘kinda’ live with someone?”
I shrugged.
“Shannon, I don’t appreciate you lying to me. I’m letting you off easy by giving you only a day of after school detention when I could be giving you in school suspension, or I could even suspend you.”
I looked at the floor and twiddled my thumbs.
“When I ask you a question I expect you to answer me honestly, do you understand?”
I nodded.
He sat down on the chair and wrote the number down on a post-it tablet with Matt’s name at the top and mine at the bottom. “I’ll be having a word with Matthew later this afternoon.”
“Okay.” Maybe I could get home in time to erase the message...
“Detention is Tuesday after school in Mr. Jacobson’s room. You are expected to be there promptly.”
“Okay.”
“You’re dismissed.”
Needless to say, I didn’t leave class early that day. In fact, I wasn’t even close to the first one. Erik was kind of upset when I came to his car later than usual, but he let it go after he saw how pissed I was about the whole day. He listened to me bitch the whole way to the middle school, and we got caught in bus traffic, so I bitched some more, and when the girls weren’t there, I bitched even more.
“Don’t worry about it,” Erik said. “They probably just figured that we weren’t coming. Just calm down a little.”
“I can’t calm down. Mr. Jarrow’s gonna call Matt and he’s going to blow a head gasket.”
“Just tell him it was an honest mistake... that you asked if you could leave early and she said you could, you had no idea you needed a pass, and you didn’t mean to be rude to her...”
“And what about lying to Mr. J?”
“Deny it?”
I sighed. There really was no way to get out of this.
We met up with Lisa and Jen when we got to the apartment complex and they were furious. I told them about my shitty day, and they were a little nicer. At least next time they’d know where we were.
When I got home, Matt was sitting at the table, working on something. I tried to avoid him and walk to my room to throw my backpack down, but to no avail. “Got any homework?”
“No,” I muttered.
“Mrs. Addington called today. Said you were slacking off on your geometry homework.”
I grimaced. How come she didn’t tell me she was calling? Then I could have at least been prepared. “I’ve done most of it, just left it at home, or lost it.”
He put the pencil down and looked at me. “Yeah, and I’m Bruce Willis.”
I cracked a nervous grin, trying once again, to turn away and walk to my room.
“And your vice principal guy called, too... Mr. Sparrow or whatever.”
“Who?”
“Your vice principal. Said he had a conference with you today.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah. Look... it was a mistake...”
“Really? A mistake? I’d like to hear how lying to him was a mistake..” he said, giving me a sarcastic grin.
“Well... see... er... I asked my teacher if I could leave early yesterday and she said I could, and she didn’t remember today and started yelling at me so I asked her to stop and she took it the wrong way... and then when I went to the office I didn’t understand his question... I thought he wanted to know if I was living with a real adult... you know... like an aunt or uncle or something.”
“Shannon, you’re lying out of your ass. I can see it in your eyes. You can’t even look at me and tell me all this stuff.”
Damn, brothers always know that stuff. “Sure I can.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving me a doubtful look. “Firstly, Shannon, I know that you leave school early everyday, else you wouldn’t get here by 3:30 every afternoon. Today you didn’t get here until at least 3:45. For the past two weeks you’ve gotten here at 3:20, sometimes 3:15 or 3:10... I don’t think Erik’s driving speed fluctuates that much. Secondly, the guy who called me had talked to your teacher and she told him that you used a very sharp tone with her, otherwise she wouldn’t have given you a referral. And thirdly, he said that he plainly asked you who you lived with and you said no one. And the fact that you’re lying to me is NOT helping the situation, Young Lady.”
I gave an exasperated sigh and rolled my eyes. “You don’t understand,” I concluded.
“*I* don’t understand? Are you forgetting that I’m 19 years old and I, too, was in high school not too long ago and I wanted to leave school early, too. I had to deal with pesky teachers and principals.. hell, I still do! But that didn’t give me any right to backtalk them or lie to them. And if Mom or Dad had received a call from someone I sure as hell wouldn’t lie to them!” He was practically yelling by this time and I wasn’t liking the looks of this.
“Geeze, Matt. Chill.”
“Chill?? You’re telling ME to chill? I just got two phone calls about you and the first I could live with but when I hear that you’re using bossy tones with your teacher and lying to your principal, I have a problem with that, Missy. And I have a problem with the way you’re acting right now and the way you just stood there and blatantly lied to me.”
I fidgeted nervously.
“I’m not going to put up with this attitude. Mom and Dad can deal with it, but I’m not. Understand?”
“Whatever,” I said plainly. Mistake!
Matt nearly knocked his chair over from getting up so quickly. The closer he got to me, the more I moved back, until I ran into the wall.
“No... Matt... I’m sorry!”
But it was too late. He was flustered with anger. I held my hands up to keep him away.
“Matt! Stop!” I squeaked.
He ignored me and grabbed my arm. I tried to hold onto the futon, the wall, anything! But his grip was stronger than mine and in a matter of seconds I was being dragged towards the chair. I fought and struggled. “No!” I kept saying. “Stop it!” But he kept ignoring me. I leaned all of my weight towards the floor, hoping that I’d fall out of his tight grip and make a quick getaway to my room, but he just gave me a sharp smack on my rear. “Matt! No! St-op it!” I said, enunciating my words.
He finally got to the chair and sat down, grabbing my arm and throwing me over his knee. I struggled and fought, trying to stand up.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He began smacking me over my skirt because I was struggling too much for him to bare my bottom. Before he knew it, though, I was rolled off of his lap and on the floor, trying to crawl away.
“SHANNON KATE! If you don’t stop struggling, I am going to spank you so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a month! You’re already in enough trouble, Young Lady!” He lifted me up as if using no strength at all and I found myself, once again, over his lap and looking at the carpet.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
He slapped with all of his might, but I didn’t neglect to put up a fight. I kicked and screamed and squirmed to no end. If you think it didn’t hurt, you must be crazy! But I’m crazy, too, because as much as that hurt, I still managed to be as big of a brat as I could, which only made me get it worse.
After about thirty or so smacks over my clothes, he lifted my skirt and tugged my panties down. I could already feel my reddening bottom.
He lifted his hand again and my backside was greeted with more smacks. “Shannon Kate, *SMACK!! SMACK!!* you will NOT *SMACK!! SMACK!!* use that attitude *SMACK!! SMACK!!* with me *SMACK!! SMACK!!* or anyone else *SMACK!! SMACK!!* Do you understand? *SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!*”
I was yelping with each smack, mostly because he was concentrating on my thighs and sit spots. “Stopppp!!” was all I could answer. That wasn’t what he was looking for.
“I will NOT stop, Young Lady. You are getting what you deserve and you know it!” And with that he continued spanking and spanking and spanking, as hard as he could, my bottom and my sit spots and my thighs, and before too much longer I was crying and not totally broken, and he lifted me from his lap and marched me to the corner. “Nose in corner, Shannon. No rubbing!”
I sniffled and stood in the corner, glowing bottom on display. I studied the wall and tried to make sense out of everything that was happening. I shifted uncomfortably, my bottom stinging to no end.
“All right. Come here,” Matt ordered after about twenty minutes of corner time.
I sniffled and turned around, wiping my eyes. I assumed it was over, but I was wrong. There he was, unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. It took me a good three seconds to realize what he was doing.
“Nooooooooo,” I pleaded, beginning to cry again.
“Shannon, what you’ve done today is unacceptable,” he scolded, grabbing my left arm and guiding me over the futon. “I’m not going to put up with it.”
I heard him fold it over as I buried my head into the mattress. I heard some dangling then CRACK!!! the leather crashed against my backside and it was throbbing.
“OWWWWIIIIIIEEEEESSSSSS!!!” I shrieked, standing up and grabbing my bottom.
Matt pushed me back down and kept his hand on my back. I heard him lift it again and crash it down. This hurt more than I could ever imagine! By the forth blow, I broke down into sobs and I was clutching onto the mattress for dear life. I howled in pain after each smack. By the tenth smack, I was broken. I was sobbing into the couch and really and truly sorry for what I’d done. Sorry that I’d left school early, sorry that I’d used an attitude with my teacher, sorry that I’d lied. “Shannon, I’m very disappointed in what you did today. I didn’t expect such a thing from you. You know that it’s wrong to lie. *CRACK!!!!!*”
“AHHHHHOOOWWWWW!!! I k-knowww!”
“And you need to learn how to respect others. Not have an attitude. *CRACK!!!!!!!!*”
“ARRGGGGHHHHH!!!! I w-won’t do-o it again-n. I pwomiseee!”
“And you need to do your math homework. Got it? *CRACK!!!!!!*”
“Yyyyyesssssssss!!!!!!”
“Good.” He gave me five final smacks then dropped the belt and scooped me in his arms. I cried into his chest as he patted my back and rocked me. I couldn’t help but apologize. I felt bad for letting him down, for disappointing him. He kissed my forehead millions of times and told me he loved me.
“I won’t leave class early again.”
“Good... but that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about how you’re going to treat your teachers and other adults...”
“I won’t be mean,” I assured him, feeling like a small child.
He smiled. “I love ya, little sis.”
I smiled back. “I love ya, too. But that hurt.”
“Well, maybe you’ll remember this next time you’re on the verge of a referral, huh?”
“Maybe.”
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