26 February 2004

Story: Ditching School

Part of the Ashton/Ana series.  As the title suggests, Ana skips school.  As you probably figured out, due to the nature of my stories, she gets caught and spanked.

Ditching School
by Breanna Carter

I sat apprehensively at lunch. All of my friends were surrounding me, talking and giggling about something. The thing is, I had just made plans minutes before to ditch class with them and go somewhere. Normally, I wouldn’t have been apprehensive about it, but Brianna wasn’t going to go. Said something about being caught skipping too many times already, and she didn’t want it to happen again. I had already agreed, though, and if I backed out, well, I just couldn’t back out now. Thus, I sat feeling very apprehensive.

Patrice was talking about how she had a slip from the last time she checked out and she could just change the date on it and make it look like they had a slip from the office. She also said that she could put our names on the slip. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, though. I was just about to count myself out when the bell rang to end lunch. Brianna smiled and threw her plate away in the trashcan. “See ya guys later!” she said, skipping off to class.

I figured I wouldn’t look too suspicious since I was the only sophomore going. Of course, Patrice, Jayna, and Emily probably wouldn’t look too suspicious either, since two were seniors, and the other was a junior. I really didn’t want to look suspicious, though, because if we got caught, I knew that Ashton would roast my bottom like it’d never been roasted before. He had something strong against skipping. I’m sure he actually did it once or twice, and I was pissed to think that he’d be so mad at me when he’d done it, too. But I couldn’t guarantee that he had actually done it.

Anyway, so we were walking unsuspiciously and went out to Patrice’s car, all got inside, and drove off. It was as easy as that. We turned the music up loud and gave each other a high five, while Patrice filled the yellow slip in to make it look like today’s date, December 9th, and like all of our names were on there. After she did that, we set off. She backed out of the parking lot and made her way to the exit, only to find that there was this huge gate there so nobody could skip. Lucky us.

“Relax!” she muttered to me, seeing that I was very uneasy in the back corner of her car. “We have a pass, remember? The security guard will see it, assume that she missed a call, and let us off.”

I nodded, still not relaxing.

We made a loop around the parking lot and came back around to where the school was, passing by the office and the security guard who flagged us down. “Hello, Ms. Russell,” Patrice said, putting on her best smile.

“Hello, ladies. Where are you going?”

“To eat lunch. We have a pass.” She gave the yellow slip to the security guard and gave her enough time to glance at it before saying, “How are you today?”

“I’m doing just fine,” she said, not looking up from the slip. “But, it seems that this slip is an older one, especially since this secretary doesn’t work here anymore. Maybe it’s from February ninth?” She looked up at us. My heart stopped.

“No, ma’am. It’s from today. We just went in there.” I bit my lower lip.

“Well, maybe you girls should park your car and come inside with me, and once we get this cleared up, you can go have your lunch.”

“But Ms. Russell, see, the thing is, we’re meeting my older brother there, and I don’t want to be late in meeting him.”

“Well, I assure you that it’s better for us to clear this up than for you to leave and be written up for skipping. Don’t you think?”

I looked at Jayna who sat next to me, her eyebrows raised, a look of worry on her face.

Patrice looked back. “I guess we’ll just have to be late,” she said. “I’m sure that he won’t mind.”

Ms. Russell smiled. “I’m sure he won’t. Go ahead and park your car, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”

Patrice rolled her window and sighed heavily. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered, turning her car around and going back to the parking place. “This is so messed up. I can’t believe that this pass is no good.”

“When IS the pass from, Patrice?” I asked.

“It’s from February.”

“Good job.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up, okay? It always worked the other times.”

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. This was not good.

The four of us got out of the car after Patrice parked back in her spot. I was glad that Bri hadn’t come because she’d probably get spanked super badly by her older brother, Terrence, especially since she had been caught skipping before. Since I hadn’t, maybe Ashton would go easy on me. Maybe he wouldn’t spank me. Too bad Dad wasn’t in town. He wouldn’t do anything, just fuss at me for a bit and tell me to go to my room. I liked his punishments much better than Ashton’s.

We met up with Ms. Russell and she escorted us into the office and greeted the secretaries, asking if the four of us had checked out. They all looked at us in utter confusion and finally said, “no...”

Ms. Russell gave us a look as if saying that she had won, then took us all to Mrs. Jamison’s office. “Great,” I muttered. “I get to talk to this bitch again.” I really didn’t like Mrs. Jamison at all. She was a short fat lady with glasses that sat on the end of her nose and she always folded her hands and spoke in a voice like her nose was stuffy. Blech, I didn’t like her at all.

Ms. Russell explained the situation to her as if the four of us weren’t standing right there. Mrs. Jamison just nodded and began babbling about how skipping is against the school rules and we were in no way allowed to leave campus without permission from a parent or guardian. I just thought about the Harry Potter books and how there was that Professor Umbridge in the last book and how that’s what Mrs. Jamison reminded me of. Then I realized that everyone was staring at me and Mrs. Jamison had asked a question.

I blinked, then decided not to ask what she had said, but instead answer. “No, ma’am,” I murmured, hoping that was an appropriate answer for her question. You know, like if she asked something like why I did it, it wouldn’t be a good answer. But if the question was if I had anything to say for myself, or if I wanted her to contact my brother, the answer was definitely no. Jayna smirked a bit, 'cause she knew I hadn’t been listening. How could anyone actually listen to that lady??

I sighed and started thinking about how I wished we could have at least gotten off campus so I could have gotten a bite to eat because I was hungry and my stomach was about to growl, when she asked us another question. But this time, I heard the other three say no, so when it was my turn to answer, I smiled slightly, and said in my most southern polite voice, “no, ma’am.” This was too easy.

It was too easy until she said, “have a seat outside and I’m going to call each of your parents and let them know that you’ve been suspended for the day, and you still have five days of afternoon detention.”

I blinked. Sometimes I could kick myself for not listening to her. Geeze, at least if I listened to the lady I’d have known what our punishment was, and I could have pleaded for her to at least not call our parents. But it was too late now, 'cause we were filing out of the room and I was plopping down next to the other three girls.

“Way to go, Ana,” Jayna said.

“Huh?”

“It was so obvious you weren’t listening. How do you do that? Know exactly what answer to say...”

“Oh, uh, I dunno. A lot of practice I guess,” I said, cracking a grin.

“I can’t believe the goddamn pass didn’t work,” Patrice said.

“Well, maybe next time it will,” I said, staring into space.

I felt her glare at me, but I didn’t really care. I wished that I didn’t have an older brother at this time, that I was the oldest and since they couldn’t call my parents, I could just drive myself home. But that wasn’t the case. And I guess I didn’t really wish I didn’t have an older brother, 'cause Ashton really cared about me, but I didn’t want to be in trouble. I hadn’t even wanted to skip.

Ashton was the first to actually come into the office. It sucked because while all the other girls were having their parents, I was stuck with the boy who actually went to school with me and it took him like 5 minutes to come into the office. What was even more embarrassing, Patrice and Emily knew Ashton because they had classes with him and when he walked in, they smiled. Ugh. It was enough to make me sick.

He sat down across from me, thank God for Jayna, because otherwise, he would’ve sat next to me and started bitching about how skipping is bad and all this stuff. Mrs. Jamison opened her door. I swear, she probably has a camera somewhere in the hallway that tells her when someone’s outside her room, because every time I’d been sent to the office, she seemed to automatically know when Ashton was there. She smiled that damn ugly smile and opened her door, mumbling something in her stuffy nosed voice that I didn’t care to listen to.

We got inside her office and she closed the door, and both Ashton and I sat, and she began rambling again, and Ashton kept looking at me, and I just kept my gaze fixed on the screen saver on her computer. It was the kind with the little 3D shapes that keep changing shapes, and it was very intriguing. Finally, Ashton apologized, or something, nudged me, and I apologized and told her that I wouldn’t do it again, and she smiled, shook Ashton’s hand, told him that he’d turned into a very fine young man, he thanked her, put his hand on my back and led me out of the office. I grinned at the three girls who sat watching me then rolled my eyes 'cause they were so annoying. Why did I hang out with annoying people?

When we got outside, Ashton started in on lecturing me and I just stared at the ground, once again not listening. The difference between Mrs. Jamison and Ashton is that Ashton knows when I’m not paying attention because he smacked my bottom and said “Listen to me, dammit!”

I blushed when he spanked me in public like that, but I looked around and thankfully nobody saw.

“Sorry,” I murmured, really trying to actually listen this time.

“You can’t go and skip school like that,” he said, walking a little too quickly for me. He was a tall guy, and had long legs, so he could take large steps, and I was practically running 'cause I was so short. “I can’t believe that you’d let Patrice talk you into it, and lie about it to the security guard.”

“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” I agreed.

“VERY dumb.”

“But come on, Ash, you’ve skipped before.”

He stopped, almost causing me to run into him because I was behind him and when he stopped, I didn’t. “Excuse me?” he said, looking down at me.

“I said, you’ve skipped before.”

“No, Anastasia, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t? You’ve been through 12 and a half years of school and never skipped? I don’t believe it!”

“Well, I don’t care if you believe it or not, because I haven’t. And even if I had, you’re not off the hook, Young Lady.”

I hated it when he called me that. He started walking again.

“I can’t believe that you tried to cut class and then you’re going to act like nothing happened.”

I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.

“I don’t think you realize how serious this is. What if you would have gotten off campus and had a wreck? Or what if you would have gotten somewhere and someone kidnapped you? I’d have no idea where you were, the school wouldn’t know, and you’d be shit out of luck, wouldn’t you?” We finally got to his car and he unlocked my door and opened it for me, still yelling at me. He then opened his door and finished his lecture. “The point is, there’s a rule against skipping for a reason, and it’s to make sure that you don’t get hurt, okay? And skipping is NEVER okay.” He started up his car and drove off.

“I know it’s not okay. And I knew it was a dumb thing to do... I even second-guessed my decision when Bri said she didn’t wanna go 'cause she’d gotten caught doing it before. But when I was about to back out, the bell rang and I didn’t get the chance to do it. I didn’t want them to think I’m a pussy.”

He nodded. “But honestly, Ana, who cares what they think? If Bri can turn down their offer, so can you. I mean, come on, Bri was a drug dealer for Christ’s sake.”

I glared at him. I hated when people only saw Brianna for being a drug dealer or a trouble maker. “So? What’s that got to do with it?”

“It means that Bri’s the type of person who can give into temptation easily. She gave into someone who wanted her to sell drugs. She’s just that type of person. It means that if Bri, who gives into others’ requests, can turn down her friends, so can you.”

I blinked. “I don’t get it. I thought you liked Bri.”

“I DO like Bri. You're missing my point,” he said, biting his lip, probably thinking of an easier way to put it. “Okay, here’s the deal... Brianna’s gotten in trouble before for giving into temptation... like you were tempted to cut school today... she’s given into temptation many times before. I’m saying that if Brianna can turn down their offer, so can you, because you aren’t as likely to give into temptation.”

I nodded. “Okay, but that’s not fair to judge Bri like that.”

“I’m not judging her. She said herself that she was a drug dealer.”

“But how do you know that it was temptation?”

“Because Bri has a good head on her shoulders and wouldn’t just randomly decide to deal drugs, that’s how I know.”

I sighed. “Okay, I catch your drift. I know that I made a mistake by agreeing, and I’m sorry. I’ll do a better job next time.”

“Good. But you’re still in trouble.”

“I am?”

“Yes. I’m sure Bri didn’t learn her lesson from her brother lecturing her about it, and I know you won’t either.”

“But I have, I have!” I begged. “I won’t do it again, Ashton!”

“Anastasia, next time someone asks you to ditch class with them, I’m sure that you won’t remember this talk we had, but I know you’ll remember the trip you’re going to take over my knee.”

My heart stopped again, for the second time that day. “Nooooooo,” I begged, letting tears stream down my face. “Pleaseee Ashton, don’t spank me!”

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “You’re getting spanked.” He opened the door and looked at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my own door, then got out, not wanting to do this at all. Of course, I didn’t have my say in the matter. “I only do it 'cause I love ya, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I nodded. He almost sounded convincing.

We walked inside the house and he led me to the study. I must have missed him picking up a hairbrush on the way. When I saw it, my heart stopped AGAIN and I instantly began pleading.

“PLEASEEEEE don’t use the hairbrush, Ashton... pleaseeeeee!!!”

He sat down on the straight backed chair, ignoring my pleas. “Over my lap, Young Lady,” he ordered.

I stood back and cried like crazy, not wanting to feel the hairbrush raining down on my bottom.

“I’m giving you to the count of three.”

I cried harder.

“One!”

After he said one, I knew he meant business and I edged closer to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap then flipped my skirt up. I began kicking. “I’m sorry!! Please don’t spank me!”

“Stop kicking,” he ordered. “You might want to save all of your energy for crying.”

I stopped kicking and began crying more, especially when I felt him lower my panties to my knees. I felt so uncomfortable, my rear end high in the air, my hands slightly touching the floor... I wished that this would hurry and be over.

He rested his hand on my bottom. “Believe me, Anastasia, if you ever want to skip again, you'll think about this and how much worse it’s going to be if you do it again.”

It felt bad enough this time, probably from being so embarrassed. He lifted his hand and in a second I felt it make contact with my bottom and then he smacked it again and again, hard and fast, concentrating on my entire bottom, including the sit spots. The tears I had cried earlier were nothing to what I was crying after he began spanking. It hurt so badly! And he was just spanking with his hand!

“And SMACK SMACK don’t you ever SMACK SMACK lie to SMACK SMACK the security guard SMACK SMACK again! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!”

“Owwwwwieeeeeessss,” I cried, trying to kick my legs but not being able to. “I’m sorrryyyyy I won’t OW do it OWWW! againnnnn!”

He spanked harder and harder and I was crying like crazy and holding on to the legs of the chair so tightly that my knuckles were white.

He stopped for a minute and I was thankful that it was over. I actually made the mistake of trying to get up, but he pushed me back down. “I’m not finished yet, and you know it.”

I whined and grabbed hold of the chair legs again, still crying.

Without giving me time to expect it, Ashton smacked me with the hairbrush and I yelled so loudly that you’d think I’d touched a hot stove. I FELT like I had touched one, on my bottom anyway. He lifted it again and whacked me again, and I yelled again, and he didn’t give me anytime to regain myself, but instead, just started spanking me rapidly until I was kicking and squalling and pleading and begging him to stop.

“OWWWWIEEESSSSSS OWWW!!! I’M-ow-Ssss-orryyyyy OWWWW!!!!!”

“Good WHACK WHACK!! because next time WHACK WHACK!! this will be WHACK WHACK!!! much WHACK!!! worse WHACK!!!!!!”

Tears were pouring from my eyes and I was making such a ruckus and my backside throbbed and I could barely breathe and I was hiccupping, and I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until he lifted me up.

“Ten minutes in the corner, Anastasia, so you can reflect on what just happened. Hands on your head and no rubbing, got it?”

I nodded and hobbled to the corner of the room, burying my nose inside with my hands on my head, doing some little weird dance because I felt like my rear end was on fire. The ten minutes seemed like ten hours and when Ashton said I could get out the corner, I began rubbing my bottom like crazy and crying all over again. Ashton hugged me tightly.

“It’s all over now, Anastasia. Just don’t skip again, okay?”

I nodded and hugged him back, letting my tears seep into his shirt and finally, I stopped crying, feeling that everything was better now, because Ashton really did care about me. We stayed like that for a long time, just hugging, and then I pulled away and smiled. “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I promised.

He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Good.”

I pulled my panties up and winced in pain. “Hey, Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you... carry me to my room?” I said, grinning a bit. “I don’t think I can walk up any stairs.”

He grinned too and punched me playfully in the arm. “Geeze, I spoil you,” he said, lifting me up and cradling me like I was four again. I couldn’t help but giggle a little and he finally put me down in my room.

“Thanks, Ashton!” I said as he walked out, rolling his eyes. “I LOVE YOU BIG BRO!!!!” I giggled hysterically and he slammed the door, like the weirdo older brother he was. I stretched out and winced when I attempted to walk to my bathroom and change into some pajama pants, but I was so tired and worn out from the spanking that instead of doing that, I just landed on my bed and took a nice long nap.

15 February 2004

Story: Jared

Misc Story.  Jessica has moved in with her cousin so she can claim Oregon residency.  He's easy enough to get along with, but strict when necessary.

Jared
by Breanna Carter

I sat, staring at my watch. Jared would be there soon to pick me up. I was in downtown Portland, a little drunk and a little stoned. I had no idea how to get home from there. So I called Jared and explained to him that I was lost and tired, and he agreed to pick me up.

Jared was my older cousin. I moved in with him after my sophomore year in high school so I could become an Oregon resident. I had my heart set on going to the University of Oregon and there would be no way that I’d have the money to pay for out of state tuition. Besides, my parents didn’t really want me around anyway because I was “causing them too much trouble.” They gladly packed my bags and shipped me up to Oregon.

Living with my cousin wasn’t all so bad. He was in his late twenties, tall and thin, dark hair and blue eyes. Anytime I had a friend over they flaunted over him, which bugged the hell out of me, but it was all okay. Jared didn’t mind me drinking occasionally and smoking a cigarette or two, but he swore if I ever drank and drive, or did any type of drug, he’d skin me alive. I wasn’t planning on being skinned alive, so I stayed away from that kind of stuff. Anytime I drank, I found a designated driver, and if I decided to smoke a little weed, I stayed away from my house.

Anyway, so this particular night I decided to smoke weed and drink and my ride ended up ditching me. So I had to wander around downtown looking for a ride but not really having the money for a cab. I was only 17 and didn’t have a job, because Jared wouldn’t let me. I had spent the last of my money going to a huge concert. That’s why I was downtown in the first place. I felt kinda bad, ringing him up at two in the morning, explaining that I didn’t have any way to get home and I’d walk but I didn’t know how to get there. I think he kind of assumed that I was a little drunk, so he just asked me what street I was on and ordered that I stay there. So that’s what I did.

The beat up blue car pulled up next to me. “Jessica?”

I looked inside to see Jared with his hair all messed up in a white undershirt and a pair of baggy jeans. “Yeah?” I murmured, not really realizing that it was him.

“Get inside.”

I nodded and somehow managed to walk over to the car. Opening the door was another story... I couldn’t even find the handle, much less actually open the door. He sighed and leaned over to open the door. I fell inside.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, pulling away. “You reek of marijuana. Have you been smoking?”

“Only a little,” I admitted.

“A little? Jesus Christ, you smell like you’ve smoked a few joints.”

“Well, only four.”

He looked at me. “Four? Jesus, Jessica, are you trying to kill yourself?”

“Nahhhhh,” I said, and giggled a bit.

He didn’t say anything, just kept driving while I dozed off a bit staring out the window at the pretty lights. Next thing I knew, I fell into Jared’s arms.

“Where am I?”

“We’re home,” he said softly, lifting me up and cradling me like a small child.

“Oh, okay,” I answered then rested my head on his shoulder and dozed back off again.

I awoke the next morning on the couch with Jared sitting in an arm chair, head leaned back and eyes shut. I stretched out. The clock said that it was four, but I figured that it must be a mistake because that would mean I had already gone to school and came back. Yes, I went to concerts on school nights. I rolled off of the couch. “Jared,” I whispered. Why the hell I whispered when I was trying to wake him is beyond me. “Jared!” I whispered again, a little louder then shook him a bit.

He jumped. “Huh?”

“What time is it?”

He opened his eyes. “Huh? Oh.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s four in the afternoon kiddo.”

I blinked. “Did I go to school?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you were stoned off your ass and you’d been drinking.”

Utoh. I hadn’t remembered that Jared picked me up, and at the time I called him, I had been hoping that he didn’t realize I had smoked. Did I really let him know that I smoked? “I wasn’t stoned..” I argued.

He raised up in the chair, looking at me deep in the eyes. “Yes, you were.”

I looked away. “Oh.”

There was a minute of silence. “Jess, remember what I told you about drugs?”

I decided to play dumb. “No.”

“You don’t? I thought I had made myself clear..”

I shrugged.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I lifted my head. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t remember what I told you about drugs?” he asked again. I tried to look back down, knowing that I couldn’t blatently lie to his face like that, but he stopped me, lifting my chin with his fingers.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Oh, you do? Then why’d you do it, Jess? Why’d you go and do something so stupid?”

“I don’t know.”

He sighed heavily. “I took you in when your parents said they couldn’t handle you. I fed you, I put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”

“I.. I’m sorry, Jared. I wasn’t thinking..”

He stood. “I have told you over and over again that I don’t want you drinking and driving or doing any type of drugs. I don’t like you drinking and smoking, but I let it slide. And I’m not going to let this slide, Young Lady.”

I felt my stomach sink. He’d never called me Young Lady before, and I didn’t like how young I felt when he did call me that. “I won’t do it again,” I said.

“Damn right you won’t do it again,” he said then paused. “Wait, how many times have you done it before this?” He was pacing back and forth by now, hands on his hips, biting his lower lip.

I looked away.

“Look at me!” he ordered.

I looked back up at him. I couldn’t lie. “I dunno, Jared. A couple of times. Two or three.” He gave me a look that made my stomach sink more. “Okay, so a little more than that. A few times... six or seven... only when I’m out with my friends and we’re at a concert and someone happens to offer me some.” He was still giving me that look. How could he always tell when I was lying to him? “Okay, so everytime I go to a concert I smoke weed. I can’t help it. Everyone else is doing it.”

“Oh? You can’t help it now? Everyone else is doing it? Well, I hope you enjoyed your night last night because that’s the last concert you’re going to.”

“But...”

“I don’t want to hear it! Do you realize what happened last night? I was waiting up for you all night, waiting for you to call, tell me where you were, and you call me at two in the morning and you have no way to get home. And I don’t mind picking you up. You get in my car smelling like marijuana and alcohol and you pass out on the way home and I have to carry you inside and I don’t know if you’re okay or not. I didn’t know if the weed you smoked was laced with shit or not. And I stayed up in here with you all night just to make sure you were fucking okay. I was worried to death about you, Jessica. I had to call in to work and tell them that I couldn’t make it. I’m not going to listen to your excuses. I don’t care if everybody on the fucking planet was smoking weed, that doesn’t make it okay for you to do it and I’m going to make sure of that.”

I hung my head. I’d never seen him so mad before.

“No more concerts ever, and you’re grounded, grounded until I tell you otherwise, do you hear me?”

I nodded.

“I expect an answer out of you.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, letting a few tears slip down my cheeks.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

I did as I was told, still hanging my head.

“Pull down your pants.”

I blinked some more tears away. How was it that I managed to live nearly two years with my cousin and never had anything I had done amounted to this? I was from the south, I knew what it meant when I got in trouble and the authority figure said “pull down your pants.” It was basically saying, “you’re in for a long trip over my knee that you won’t forget for a long time.” But I couldn’t even imagine Jared spanking me... he was my cousin, and he understood me. He wasn’t like my friend’s parents who spanked them when they did something wrong. He wasn’t like my uncle who spanked me a couple of times for doing something I wasn’t supposed to, or taking something that wasn’t mine. My parents had never spanked me, but Jared’s parents, they were firm believers in spankings. But I had never expected him to actually do that to me... I was 17!

“I’m not going to wait all day, Jessica.”

I gulped and slid my pants down to my knees. Jared sat down on the couch and pulled me over his lap.

“I want to be sure that I’ve made myself clear, Young Lady.”

My stomach was twisted into knots. I hadn’t been spanked much before, and I didn’t want it to happen again. “You have,” I whimpered, tears steadily streaming down my cheeks.

“Well, I’m going to make sure.” I felt his fingers between my back and the waistband of my panties and then he tugged them down to meet my pants. His cold hand rested on my bottom. “I’m disappointed that you would disobey me like you did. I’m disappointed that you’ve done this before and haven’t felt any remorse for it whatsoever. I’m sorry that I have to do this, but this is the only way I can get through to you, Jessica.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not really liking this position at all.

“Good.” He lifted his hand and I clenched my butt cheeks and closed my eyes and held on tightly to the couch cushion. I prayed that he’d go easy on me, since, afterall, he was grounding me and everything.

My prayres, however, were not answered.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He rapidly smacked each of my butt cheeks, taking absolutely no time for them to feel like they were on fire. I squirmed with each smack, and after a couple, I began exclaiming “OW!” and stuff like that. I tried not to kick and fight too much, especially when he began spanking one cheek in the same spot over and over again.

“I don’t SMACK!! want to ever SMACK SMACK!!! hear SMACK!! about you SMACK!! doing any drugs SMACK SMACK!!! again!” he said, spanking me harder and faster at this time. I felt like I was sitting on a freakin’ campfire or something my bottom was in so much pain. “Am I making myself clear!”

“OWWWWW!! Yessir... owwwwieesssssss. I won’t do it again! I promise!!!”

He didn’t listen to me, just landed more smacks on my upturned already red bottom. He showed absolutely NO mercy for me and I was already regretting my first puff on a joint.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I began pleading. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddddddd. I won’t OW do it again! OWWW! I’m s-OW!-orry!”

After over 100 smacks, he finally stopped. My bottom was hurting like crazy and the first thing I thought to do was rub the sting out. The thing was, he wasn’t finished yet. He caught my hands and pressed them against my back. “It’s not over,” he said, lifting me up.

I stood there, my pants and panties around my ankles, he holding my hands behind my back while he stood, too.

“Hands on your head,” he ordered.

I did as I was told, putting them there and basically dancing around from so much pain. He unbuckled his belt. “Nooooooooo,” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddd I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyyy,” I began full out crying because I didn’t want to be spanked with his belt and the thought of it made my bottom ache more and more.

“I know you are.” He slide his belt through the loops then folded it over. “Okay, over the couch,” he ordered.

I could not move. “Pleaseeeee,” I begged.

“JESSICA!” he yelled. “Get over that couch RIGHT NOW! I’m not playing games.”

I was taken aback by his yelling, but it got me over the couch. I breathed in and steadied myself, placing my hands firmly on the cushion and my feet slightly off the floor. I blushed like crazy, too. I hated having my bottom so exposed.

WHACK!!!

The leather crashed down on my already sore bottom. I let out a squeak so loud and high-pitched, I didn’t even know I was capable of making that type of noise!

I felt his left hand holding me down and then he swung the belt once more and it came crashing down on my bottom. I made that loud squeal again, but before I had time to regain myself, it came crashing down again and again until I was sobbing and making those loud awful noises nonstop. I buried my face into the cushion and cried. All I could do was cry. Even when I heard him throw the belt onto the floor, I couldn’t stop crying. I felt so guilty for letting him down when he’d done so much for me. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t the only reason I was crying. My bottom was throbbing especially at my sit spots and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.

He finally lifted me from the couch and cradled me in his arms. “I’m sorry I had to do that, Jess. I love you so much. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you.”

I nodded. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out inbetween sobs.

He held me closer. “I know, Jess. I know.”

“I’ll never do it again,” I promised.

“Good girl.”

I finally stopped crying and pulled my panties and pants back up then washed my face and decided to rest for a while, on my stomach of course. Later that night I found a stash I had hidden under my bed and gave it to Jared, letting him know that I didn’t need it nor want it anymore. He smiled and hugged me and told me how much he loved me. Aside from my throbbing backside, I felt much better.

03 February 2004

Story: Procrastination Is... Bad

Second part of the Roommates mini series.  Candy needs a helping hand to keep from procrastinating.

Procrastination is... Bad
by Breanna Carter

My freshman year in college, I had a roommate named Candy who was totally adorable and a great roommate. We got along great, especially after the first spanking each of us received from the other. See, she had a problem with procrastination and I had a problem with keeping a clean room. I guess sometimes you just need a mother figure to keep you straight.

Anyway, it'd been a couple of months since that incident and, well, the room stayed a little cleaner than I'd have liked it and Candy's work was usually done before the day it was due. Needless to say, we lived in a happy environment.

One particular day, though, I noticed that Candy was a little more antsy than usual. She basically sat on her bed all evening, typing away on her laptop. I didn't pay much attention to it, I had my own work to do. It was about eleven that night when she finally said, "Goddammit! Why am I such a procrastinator! This paper is due in nine hours and I haven't even started!"

That's when it clicked. "CANDY!" I yelled. "You haven't started! Why not!"

She bit her lip and looked over the laptop into my eyes. She was so adorable, two years older than me, yes, but she still looked like a 16 or 17 year old. Her brown hair was in a ponytail. It was hard to believe that I was the 18 year old.

"Because," she began, not really knowing what to say. "Because I haven't," she stammered.

"I thought we had an agreement."

She shook her head.

"Yes, we did, Candace," I said, using her full name for effect. "We agreed that you'd keep your work done and not wait til the last minute and I'd keep the room clean. And what'd we decide would happen if either of us neglected to do as we were supposed to?"

She hung her head. "That we'd get a spanking... but I really don't have time, Breanna... I have to get this paper done."

I scooted over to her bed where all that was open was AOL Instant Messenger and a fansite for a TV show that Candy always watched.

"Yeah, right... I love how you're actually *trying* to get the paper finished. Come on, Candy, pants down and get over my knee."

"Breanna... I'm serious. I don't have time for this."

"Yet you have time for AngelLuvr08 and a website dedicated to..." I tried to read the name on the webpage, but I couldn't make out what it said, so I settled with, "that guy."

"No, I don't... I was just about to start researching."

"The more you fight me, the more time you're wasting."

She didn't let up, though. "Don't worry about it. I'll just finish this report."

"Since you're being so incorrigible, I'll just have to use the slipper," I concluded.

This got her going. "WHAT!? You can't do that!"

"If you'd just do as your told and stop arguing, this would be much easier on you." Somehow, I was remaining calm. "Now, I'm going to get my slipper, and you'd better have your pants down by the time I got back, or I'll find my hairbrush, got it?"

She scowled, but after I'd found my slipper in the closet, she was standing there in only a T-shirt and white cotton panties.

"Good girl," I said, then sat down on the straight backed chair for our desk. You couldn't tell it was a desk... it never held actual school stuff, just movies, clothes, whatever else we managed to pile on there... "Okay, over you go." It must have looked ridiculous, having an 18 year old spank her 20 year old roommate.

But she complied and lay herself over my lap, quivering a little and taking deep breaths in.

I, myself, took a deep breath in, too. I wasn't completely sure of what I was doing, but I'd have to at least pretend.

I tugged her panties down to her knees and exposed her round bottom. It looked so tender and inviting... I wondered how my bottom looked when I was over her lap like that.

"Procrastination is bad," I lectured, trying to think of something that sounded good but that's all I could think of. I brought the slipper up high and sent it crashing down on her bum. She yelped. "And we agreed that we'd do what we were supposed to. And you knew the consequences." I brought it down again, this time a little lower, on her sit spots. She yelped again. "You know that you shouldn't wait until the last minute to do a paper!" I scolded and sent three more blows to her rear end. I took a deep breath, then realized that I wasn't getting the message across. I decided I'd have to be tougher on her.

I lifted the slipper again and sent a harder smack right on the sit spot again and she yelped, and then I sent another and another and another until I was spanking in rhythm and she was practically begging me to stop.

"Bre-OW-anna! OUCH! That OW hurts!" she cried.

"Good! Maybe I'm getting my point across!" *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

She was struggling by this time and I was having a hard time keeping her still. "Hey! Stop squirming so much!" I scolded, adding three very hard smacks to her red bottom.

I kept spanking and spanking until she was crying and her bottom was dark red. I let the slipper drop to the floor and I rubbed her warm backside. "Shhh, shhh, Candy. It's okay," I said soothingly. I just kept rubbing her bottom and letting her cry quietly until she was ready to get up. I lifted her and held her in my arms.

"That hurt a lot," she whispered in my ear.

I let out a soft smile. "I know, babe. I'm sorry. But you gotta get your work done, okay?"

She nodded.

I lifted her from my lap and cleared off the desk a little. "I want you to sit down on the chair and do your report. That way, it'll reinforce the lesson. Got it?"

She let out a puppy face, but I didn't buy it.

When she noticed that, she said, "fine," and rolled her eyes, bringing her laptop over and sitting down on the chair, wincing in pain. I just sat on my bed, watching her as she shifted uncomfortably and typed away on the computer, this time typing the paper instead of talking to someone who loved Angel. I smiled then gave her a hug. She hugged me back.

"You're the coolest roommate ever," she told me.

I shook my head. "Nah, YOU'RE the coolest roommate ever."

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