Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Bri goes out to dinner with Terrence and Tonya, and she's faced with a difficult choice: be nice to Tonya, or try to ruin her evening so she never comes around again? While she knows that the well-being of her backside will be in danger, she still opts to be a holy-terror at dinner. By the end of the night, it's not Tonya that's fed up, it's Terrence.
Dinner At Romano's
by Breanna Carter
Promising Ashton that I'd talk to Terrence was a lot easier than actually talking to him. Isn't that always the way it is? So I guess you can imagine that I was going to procrastinate it as long as possible. I mean, Ana had understood me when I told her how I was feeling, so I was sure that Terrence would, too, but it was still hard. It sucks admitting that you're wrong.
"How was your weekend?" he asked in the car on our way home.
"Fine," I muttered.
"That's good." He paused, I guess waiting on me to ask him about his weekend. "Brianna, talk to me," he said in a pleading voice.
I glanced in his direction. "About what?"
"About what's bugging you. We used to talk about everything and now you're keeping everything stuffed up inside. Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"I don't know, that's why I was asking. You're just acting different."
I shrugged. "I'm fine," I assured him.
He sighed. "Are you okay with me and Tonya?"
I couldn't look him in the eyes as I nodded. It was hard enough lying, even harder lying about something that I'd eventually have to tell the truth about.
"Please tell me if something's wrong, okay?"
"Okay."
When I got home, I didn't do much of anything, just worked on some homework and talked to Shellie on the phone. I was telling her about our crazy weekend and how I had the bright idea to spray paint and Ana had the bright idea to try and sneak out of the house. I guess I told the story in such a way that it was mildly entertaining, because my friend was laughing her ass off.
"You and Ana *are* crazy," she claimed. "So you're getting along better now?"
"Yeah. We sort of talked, and she's going to try and give me more attention and I'm going to try and demand less."
"That's cool that you two are close enough to talk about that."
I smiled.
"Hey, that boy, Cole, keeps asking Trish to ask me about you."
"Huh?" I said, because that was a random statement and I was also trying to figure out a calculus problem.
"You know my friend, Trish?"
"Yeah..."
"Well Cole is friends with her brother, so they hang out sometimes, and he knows that she hangs out with me and that I hang out with you and he really just wants to try and see if you're available and if there's a possibilty that you two could go out sometime... and he won't shut up, no matter how much I tell him that you're a cynic and don't believe in love at the moment."
I laughed slightly. "Cole is asking about me? That's too cute. He's only a junior, though.."
"I know, but he's hott. I wish he was asking about me."
"He's a little shit, too. Always gets himself into all sorts of trouble."
"And you don't?"
"Good point," I said. "Anyway, tell him if he wants to know stuff about me, to come talk to me himself."
"Do you still have a crush on Ashton?" she asked suddenly.
I blushed like crazy, even though she couldn't see me. "Erm, sorta," I admitted. "I mean, he's really cute, and we've got a great relationship, but I'm not sure if he'd ever be anything more than friends with me, ya know, since Ana and I are such good friends."
"Yeah, but he is gorgeous. Wish I could have gone on the Chicago trip with you guys just so I could've hung out with the guys."
I blushed more, remembering the Chicago trip and realizing that she would have probably gotten in the same amount of trouble that we did. "That was a fun trip... but man, did Ana and I get into some serious trouble."
She giggled. She loved hearing about mine and Ana's trouble-making stories.
"Anyway, Bri, I gotta go get finished with some homework and then Mom and I are going out to eat dinner."
"Okie dokie... see ya tomorrow."
"Later."
"Bye," I said, hanging up the phone. I finished my last two calculus problems, then lay on my bed, bored. The time would eventually come to tell Terrence, and each time I was bored, I remembered it. But it was too soon... they'd just gotten engaged...
The next day at school was fairly uneventful. Anastasia was spending more time talking to me and Cole smiled in my direction every so often, so that was interesting, but otherwise, it was a fairly boring day. I apologized to my teachers for acting up during class, though they knew me so well that they knew it would probably happen again before the end of the year. By the time soccer class rolled around, I was ready for something interesting... and that's exactly what I got.
"Varsity ladies! Hurry it up! We're having a meeting before we practice!"
"A meeting?" I said, raising my eyebrows to Ana and Shellie to find out if they knew what was going on.
"You're the captain and you don't know anything about this?" Shellie asked.
I rolled my eyes at her and grinned. "Shut up!"
By now, the entire locker room was chattering about this mysterious meeting that no one knew about.
"Maybe a recruiter is coming to scout us to play professionally," someone said.
"Maybe we're going to have a co-ed team!" another suggested.
"Maybe team USA is going to come teach us some stuff!"
"Or better yet, team Italy," I said, grinning as I tied up my shoe.
"Maybe we're going to be in a movie!"
Everyone stopped talking and gave the person who said that a really weird look. "Yeah, okay... let's just go see and shut up about it. It's probably something stupid like someone donating water for our games."
We all laughed as we filed out of the locker room, towards the soccer field. The varsity girls plopped down while coach instructed the JV team to warm up for a scrimage. Then she turned to us excitedly.
"Girls, I have some fantastic news."
"So we noticed... go ahead and tell us already! The anticipation is eating us alive!" I said, the other girls nodding in agreement.
"Well, okay, Miss Brianna... if you insist..." She pulled out a stack of papers from her bag. "We have been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, but I want to make sure you guys want to do this before I sign a form saying that we're going to do it."
We were all craning our necks to see what the papers said.
"I received a call last night from a man in Mexico City. That's where the international high school championships are held." The group started stirring with excitement. "One of the American schools dropped out and we were next in line to go on the trip. He apologized for it being such a short notice, since the trip would be next month, and said he'd understand if we rejected it. What do you girls think?"
We all shrieked in excitement.
"I guess that's a yes," she said, trying to settle us down. "There are a few things you should know, though. First of all, they are giving us $5000 for just participating, which can either help get equipment or help everyone afford the trip, or whatever. Now, here's the deal. We can still go to Austin because the JV and the boys are all going. If you would rather transfer your funds from that trip to the Mexico trip, that's fine..." she paused, looking at the sheet of paper. "The cost for the Mexico trip, per person, is $1600, that's with most meals included, airfare, tourist attractions, etc, etc."
I nearly fell over with a heart attack. "I can't go," I explained.
"Why not?" everyone demanded to know. Sorry girls, I wasn't born into a super wealthy family! There's no way Terrence could afford for me to go on that trip, especially with the cost of that damn engagement ring, and wedding plans, and everything else he was thinking about doing.
Coach interrupted. "Settle down, girls. The thing is, we have this $5000 we're being given to go on... and we can spend it however we like. We can either divide it up between all of you or offer it to those of you who need it."
Ana was the first to speak up. "We should give it to the people who need it," she said.
Shellie agreed.
Before too much longer, the whole team was agreeing, then they were all telling me that I *had* to go, so I finally agreed. They were all telling me about how they couldn't make it without the captain and that I'd been playing so well lately, I'd be able to kick ass on the playing field against the world's best teams.
Coach simmered us down again. "Okay, I already printed up the iternary because I had the feelings that you'd all want to go."
She passed out the stapled sheets of paper to us that explained the cost, rules, and the scheduled events. She went over the different stuff carefully then explained: "You'll all be staying with host families, so I'll need you to write on a sheet of paper who you'll want to share with. Two girls per house, please."
I looked towards Shellie and Anastasia, but Shellie began talking to another friend who was a freshman as well. I was glad because I hated leaving people out since I'd been left out so much.
"So we'll be roommates?"
"Totally," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "And hopefully we'll have some hott Latino guys in the house with us!"
"Girls, listen up!" Coach yelled over us and we settled down. "We'll be missing a lot of school, so you'll need to be sure your teachers know about that. They're going to have to sign a form saying it's okay for you to go. And next week we'll have the trip organizer come over to explain the itenary further and answer any questions you might have... that day we won't be dressing out and you'll get to stay in during study hall for a Spanish lesson!"
"Yay! Spanish!" I said to Anastasia, getting giddy all over again.
We were so excited that our practice went terribly and she let us hit the showers earlier than normal. The talk of the locker room was the trip... mainly the hott guys wooing us with their Spanish and what sorts of things we'd be doing while we were there. I'd never been out of the country before, so I was ecstatic as hell, not to mention that the trip was paid for.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell Terrence. I called him right away, knowing I'd interrupt something, but since he had his own office and his own phone, it didn't really matter.
"Terrence!" I shrieked in excitement.
"Yes?" he said, and I could hear him smiling.
"Guess what, guess what?!?"
"What's that?"
"We're going to Mexico!"
"Mexico?" he asked.
"Yeah! For soccer!"
"Bri... I know Austin is a lot like Mexico but.."
"Stop playing," I teased. "We're going to Mexico City!" I then took it upon myself to explain everything to him, including the itenary and learning Spanish. He seemed really excited and couldn't wait til he got home to hear more about it and read the information.
"Oh, and Bri... do you wanna go out to eat tonight with me and Tonya?"
I fell into the chair, my enthusiam gone. Dammit... why'd he have to go and blow my excitement by talking about his fiancee again? "Uhm, I don't know, I have a lot of homework."
"Well at least think about it? I'd really like you to hang out with us sometime."
"I'll think about it... anyway, see you later," I said and hung up the phone.
I sat at the table for a few minutes, thinking. My mind was halfway on Mexico, halfway on my brother and his soon-to-be wife. I knew I shouldn't be jealous of her, because really, she wasn't a bad woman. She was always nice to me, everytime I saw her.. and she wasn't nice in the fake way. She really was the perfect match for my brother and I should be happy for him... so why was I feeling like this? Of course, that's the rational side of me talking... the irrational side was telling me that I could go to dinner and be a complete and total brat and maybe push her away. So guess which side of me I listened to? I'll give you a hint... probably not the side I should have listened to.
Terrence got home the same time as always and I was sitting in the living room, sort of doing my homework. I knew I'd have to suck up to the teachers so I could go on the soccer trip, so doing homework would be a great idea.
"Hey Bri," Terrence said, plopping down next to me. "Almost finished?"
I nodded. "Yeah, only a little bit left. Should be finished by the time you get all prettied up."
He rolled his eyes at me.
"We better be going to eat some place good..."
"Oh? And what do you have in mind?" he asked, glancing at the coffee table and seeing the itenary sitting there.
"Italian food."
"Italian?" he asked, picking up the papers and glancing through them. "Ohh, this is your stuff for the Mexico trip?"
"Yeah."
"Wow... that's a lot of money..."
"Don't worry, it's taken care of."
"What'd you do, rob a bank?"
"Yes," I answered, sticking my tongue out at him.
He chuckled and put the papers back down, heading towards the shower. "It'll be a fun trip," he told me, "and a great opportunity. They'll probably have loads of college scouts down there.."
"I hope so," I answered and he disappeared into the bathroom.
I finished scribbling down the answers to my homework just in time to see my brother dressed all sharp and stuff. He would have liked me to change into something a little nicer, but I was set to wear sweat pants and a T-shirt, my hair up in a ponytail.
"You look spiffy tonight," I told him.
"Yeah... I figured I should wear something decent to the nice restaurant you want to go to.."
"Ah, well I figured I should be comfy.." I answered.
He didn't say anything, just began driving.
"So when am I going to get my car back?" I asked.
"You think you deserve it back this soon?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Soon? It's been like... two months!"
"We'll see," he answered, which was better than the typical response of "no."
We didn't talk much else, just listened to one of my cds. I sort of jammed along, singing every so often, and sometimes just staring out the window. I was in a fairly good mood, though I'm not sure if it was because I was plotting against Tonya or was thinking about good-looking Latinos in Mexico. Either way, it was nice to be in a good mood for once.
Terrence pulled up to Tonya's house and she came outside, saying hi to us.
I muttered a shy hello back to her and pushed the front seat up, revealing the backseat and moving away so she could crawl inside. No way was I giving up my front seat! Er, except I could feel Terrence's aggravation rising...
"How have you been, Bri?" she asked, as if I hadn't just degraded her to the backseat.
"I've been okay, and you?"
"I'm doing good."
"Well," I corrected.
"Excuse me?"
"You're doing well... sorry, I'm a grammar nut."
"Oh," she said, finally getting it.
The car was quiet for a moment and I could imagine that Terrence was becoming annoyed with me. Oh well... his fault.
He finally pulled up to Romano's Macaroni Grill. I surprised myself when I got out of the car and completely shut the door on Tonya. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, but instead of doing the proper thing and opening it back up for her and apologizing, I just walked off.
"I really like the pizza here," I claimed when Terrence and Tonya finally caught up to me.
"Yeah, it is really good," Tonya answered.
"But there's some much better and way more expensive stuff that I'd order if I were you," I half-whispered to her.
She giggled uneasily, glancing over at my older brother who gave me an admonishing look. I didn't take the hint, though. This girl would be out of the picture by the end of the night!
I moved ahead of them and reserved us a table for three in the smoking section, knowing that Tonya had allergies, especially with smoke. The hostess led us towards the bar, finding us a seat next to a window with a great view of the tv.
"They didn't have any tables in the non-smoking section?" Terrence asked.
"Oh, I didn't ask... I wanted to sit by the window," I said, pouting.
"Brianna, you know Tonya's allergic to cigarette smoke..."
"No, it's okay," Tonya said. "I'll be fine," she said, smiling at Terrence.
"Are you sure? We can move tables," Terrence told her.
"No, don't worry about it. I'm fine."
She opened the menu and scanned it over, as did I, noting that the most expensive thing on the menu was the "Boursin Filet Grilled center-cut Tenderloin"... whatever that was.
Terrence and Tonya talked for a minute, arguing about what she was going to get, until the server came over to get our drinks. I ordered a red creme soda, noting that Tonya was indeed wearing a white shirt and a pink skirt that would look oh so terrible after I "accidentally" spilt my drink on it. I'm so devious sometimes.
He brought our drinks back and by this time, Tonya's eyes were red and puffy from all of the cigarette smoke. She was still glancing at the menu, but I was ready so decided to go ahead and order my tenderloin and salad, without giving Tonya the chance to ask for more time to look over the menu. Terrence placed his order after me, and Tonya just gave up and ordered a salad and cheese pizza.
We all tried to carry on intelligent conversation for a little while, but it quickly got boring and I decided I needed to stir things up a bit. See, Tonya was a hardcore vegetarian, and while she didn't mind that Terrence and I were meet-eaters, she absolutely hated it when people talked about being cruel to animals.
"Ana said that she watched an awesome film in American History today. See, we had to read this book about the slaughter houses and they showed a video on it and wow... it was pretty gory. My teacher thought it was supposed to deter us from wanting to eat meat, but I think they're doing the right thing. The lousy animals deserve it.."
"Brianna... let's not talk about that," Terrence warned.
"Why not? It's a very educational topic. What do you think, Tonya?" I asked, turning towards her. She was a little pale and shocked that I'd be discussing such a topic. "I think if we want to wring a chicken's neck, it should be okay. After all, chicken's peck us."
"Brianna!" Terrence growled.
"Or hanging cows by their toes... that should be fine... who cares if they feel it when we skin them. I can just imagine it.." I said, waving my hands through the air in such a motion as if imitating the cow and the people skinning them, until my hands were near my glass and I just "accidentally" knocked it over, conveniently right on Tonya's lap.
She shrieked, standing up, covered in my red soda.
"Ohhhh, I'm so sorry!" I wailed, wiping the table off with my napkin instead of helping her out. The server came rushing over with tons of napkins, cleaning up the mess while she assured him that it was okay. Terrence was all over her, trying his damndest to get the stains out of her clothing.
"Terrence, don't worry about it, babe."
"I'm so so sorry," he kept repeating, as if he wasn't apologizing enough. "I'll buy you a new one."
"Calm down, it's no big deal."
He took off his jacket and gave it to her, since her white shirt was now pink, and the jacket was so big on her that it covered up the stain on her skirt.
"Brianna.. come with me, I think we need to have a talk," Terrence said.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine, thank you."
He glared at me. "Now," he said, almost to the point of shouting. "We'll be right back," he told Tonya.
Not wanting to make a scene, I followed Terrence in the direction of the bathrooms. We stood there in the little hallway, out of sight from most of the crowd.
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, Brianna Nicole Carter, but this attitude is going to stop right this instant, Young Lady, do you hear me?"
"What attitude?" I said, trying to play innocent.
"Don't even pull that with me. I am NOT happy with you right now. And don't think that I'll hesitate to spank you right here in this restuarant. I'm doing you a favor by waiting until we get home."
I actually gulped when he said that. He was really infuriated.
"Keep it up and you won't be sitting for a week and you really won't see your car anytime soon."
"Yes, sir," I muttered.
"If you're not going to sit at the table and act civilized, you may have a seat in the car until we are finished. But you are not ruining this night anymore than you already have."
"Okay," I said, looking at the floor.
He stood there for a moment, still looking at me and then said, "come on," and walked off.
I followed him back to the table and sat down where they'd changed the paper on the table and brought me a new drink. I hadn't been sitting there for two minutes before they brought our food out and I just ate, didn't talk anymore. When I didn't want anymore of my expensive stuff, I ate bread. No way was I talking anymore... Terrence's threat of not being able to sit for a week was hanging over me like a raincloud -- seemingly faroff and nebulous, but likely to burst at any moment. And I definitely was not going to take the chance of it bursting.
After thirty minutes of sitting through their lubby dubby crazy conversations about the wedding and stuff, I was convinced that they'd both forgiven me and forgotten about the incident. We meandered through the maze of chairs to the doors and finally outside to the car. I actually did consider letting Tonya have the front seat, but then I did the brattiest thing and opened the door, lifting the seat again and moving out of the way to let her in.
"Brianna, get in the back," Terrence said softly.
"Terrence, don't worry about it!" Tonya said in a non-annoyed voice.
I shrugged and let her get on back there, ignoring Terrence's eyes that were glaring at me. As if I wanted to sit next to him anyway. I knew there'd be hell to pay when I got home, but that wasn't on my mind. I'd annoyed her enough for one night. She wouldn't want to be around me much anymore, and maybe Terrence would realize what a big mistake he was making, and then they wouldn't get married. Yeah, right.
He dropped her off at her house and walked her to the door, doing all that lubby dubby stuff while I sent a text message to Ana letting her know that I was in for it because I was really shitty towards Tonya. Her reply was "what did she ever do to u?" but I didn't answer. I knew that my actions were totally inappropriate, and I'd known that before I did them. But sometimes you need your friends on your side... even if it was stupid.
Terrence got back into the car and didn't say a word to me. He didn't speak to me the whole ride home, and pretty much ignored me during the walk from the car to the house. When we got inside, I tried to go to my room, but he stopped me.
"Stay in here, I need to talk to you."
I groaned, but stayed anyway. You'd think with just having gotten spanked two nights ago, I would have done less to be annoying.
"What is your deal?" he asked, pointing to the couch for me to sit down. "You know, I'm trying to include you in this. I asked what you thought about my proposal, I invited you to spend time with Tonya and me, and I just don't get you sometimes. Why are you acting like an eight year old?"
I shrugged.
"I am sick of your immaturity. You are almost eighteen years old for God's sake, and if I didn't know that, you could *never* convince me of it."
I bit my lower lip.
He plopped down next to me, moving my chin so I'd look him in the eyes. "What is going on?"
"I don't know," I lied.
"You're lying, I can see it. This is not the Bri I know. You're acting selfish and immature. Not to mention that you haven't spoken to me yet about your adventures from this weekend."
"My adventures?"
"Oh yeah, you better believe that Ashton told me about that, and then told me that you needed to talk to me. But you haven't talked to me, and I don't know what the deal is, but I'm ready for an explanation, and it won't bother me the least bit if I have to spank it out of you."
I shrugged again. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You know, I'm to the point to where I don't care, Brianna. You're not going to just go off pulling this unacceptable behavior everytime you get angry or jealous. Didn't Ashton already have this talk with you? You're acting out for attention in the wrong way."
"Last time I checked you weren't a psychologist," I hissed.
"Fine, if you don't feel like talking, I'll do all the talking," he said, pulling me over his lap.
"Nooo, wait!!" I howled. "Stop!"
"Too late," he answered, tugging at my sweat pants and panties to they were at my knees.
"Terrence!! I'm sorry!!"
He ignored me and began spanking my upturned rump. Ahhh, only two days and I managed to get myself into it again!
"Pleasee!" I begged, kicking and squirming while he spanked me, landing one sharp smack after another and hitting my sit spots harder than hell. "Stopppp!!"
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm sorry!" I gasped. "Oooowwwww that hurtsss!"
"I am not going to tolerate you acting out like this, or smart mouthing me, or any of the behavior that you've been pulling lately, do you hear me Young Lady?"
"Ooohhh yessssss, sirrr!"
"Good," he answered, landing two smacks on my sit spots and stopping. "Are you ready to talk to me?"
"Yes," I pouted, my bottom now very sore.
He pulled my panties and pantes back up and sat me back on the couch. "Spill it."
I took a deep breath in then said everything on my mind. All about the jealousy, not only with him but with Ana, too, and then told him about my crazy outburst and how I missed them and wished that things were back to the way they used to be. "And I'm just scared that... once you get married... you'll just completely drop me... like all together."
He put his arm around me, letting me rest my head on his chest. "Bri, I will NEVER completely drop you, okay? You're my little sister and I love you and nothing's going to change that. There's no reason to go acting like you did tonight. Why didn't you just talk to me?"
"Because I didn't want you to be mad."
"I'm not going to be mad because of the way you feel... only mad when you handle your feelings in the wrong way."
"You and Ashton must have taken the same brothering classes."
Terrence smiled. "Remember what I told you at the restaurant?"
"About how if I did anything else I wouldn't be able to sit for a week?"
"That, too. You know you've still got to be spanked for being such a tyrant tonight."
I pouted. "Do I hafta?"
"Yeah, you do. I'm very disappointed in your behavior, Brianna. You're very lucky that I didn't spank you right there in Romano's."
I nodded.
"Go get the hairbrush."
I winced, but got it anyway, not brave enough to argue. I put the wooden hairbrush in his hands and he patted his lap, helping me over. He then pulled my pants and panties back down. I clenched my eyes shut, biting my lower lip. My backside ached enough from his handspanking, I so totally didn't want to get spanked again.
"I'm sorry," I said so softly that it was almost a whisper.
"I know. And if you ever do anything like that again, you will see more than just this hairbrush, do you understand?" he said, slapping me across the backside hard.
"Ooow, yes, sir," I said.
He slapped it down again in the very same spot, causing me to jump and whine, and then swatted me more and more until I was kicking and squirming and bawling to no end.
"I'm sorrryyyyy!" I howled.
"Are you finished throwing tantrums like an eight year old?"
"Yessss, I promiseeee!"
He slapped my sit spots really hard about six times, then stopped, letting me sob into the couch cushion. Within seconds, my brother scooped me into his arms and held onto me tightly. "I love you, little sis... no one could ever be more important to me."
"I know," I wailed... and I did know... and I was finally sort of at ease with the whole situation. Sure, it'd take some getting used to... but doesn't everything?
09 October 2005
06 October 2005
Story: The Winter Ball, Part II
A continuation of The Winter Ball, Part I in the Just Shannon series. As if Matt isn't enough to worry about, now Shannon must deal with Erik, who is less-than-happy about this whole lying/forgery thing. After disciplining Shannon, he moves on to her partner in crime.
The Winter Ball, Part II
by Breanna Carter
I uneasily hung up the phone after talking to Erik. If I thought I couldn't sleep before then, I really couldn't sleep after I talked to him! I had this growing pit in my stomach and I felt complete and utter guilt for lying to him like that. Especially since he found out and seemed so disappointed. And to top it off, he wanted to spank me! I was in enough pain as it was..
Somehow, through all my worrying, I managed to find sleep. I drifted off into dreamland where I was being chased by squirrels who declared I needed a spanking. One of them was carrying a cutting board like Matt had used on me and I was running away from them and ran right into Erik who looked down at me with a gaze that made me want to cry. I woke up terrified and clutching my bum. I know, I'm a little crazy sometimes.
It was still dark outside when I woke, but I couldn't see myself going back to sleep anytime soon. I glanced at my clock and saw that it was a little after five. Matt wouldn't be getting up for a couple of hours. I hobbled over towards the computer and sat tenderly down on the chair, surfing through some websites before deciding to have a shower. I took my time, until Matt began pounding on the door.
"What the hell are you doing up so early? You never get up! I need a shower! Hurry! I'm going to be late!"
"I'm hurrying!" I shrieked, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair as quickly as possible. I got out of the shower and glanced at my bum that was still red and a little bruised. Yech... I would never be lying to my older brother again, or forging, or any of that crap. I was terrified to find out what his definition of "black and blue" was.
I opened the door and Matt shoved me aside to get into the shower. "What are you doing up so early anyway?" he asked, taking his shirt off and throwing it at me.
"Bad dreams."
He turned on the water. "If we're out of hot water I'm going to skin you!" he teased. "And anyway, sorry about your bad dreams. Anything you wanna talk about?"
"Nah... they were crazy." I shut the door and let him tend to his shower. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and eased myself on the couch to catch some of the news. Boring as it was, it still kept my interest longer than any of the other stations would have.
Matt came out minutes later, clad in a pair of jeans and pulling an undershirt over his head. "You can start with the kitchen," he said. He grabbed a white button up shirt that was folded on the table and put it on.
"You're dressing up all nice today," I commented, avoiding making a statement on cleaning the ktichen.
"Yeah, I have a presentation for my history class. And anyway, start with the kitchen, then clean your room and vacuum. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I expect at least the kitchen to be finished by the, okay? Swept and mopped and everything."
"But I don't know how to sweep and mop!" I exclaimed.
"Guess you'll have to learn," he answered, tucking his shirt in and smirking at me. "I'm gone." He grabbed his keys and wallet from the table and kissed me on the forehead.
I scowled for a moment then figured there was no use, because I didn't want him to get that cutting board after me again. I lugged my stereo into the kitchen and blared some music, singing along as I washed dishes and cleaned out the fridge and everything else. I wiped off the counters and the microwave, then put the dishes up and took out the trash and began sweeping. There's a first time for everything, huh? I can't say I did a spectacular job, but I at least tried, then attempted to mop. When I finished, the kitchen looked a hell of a lot better than it did, so Matt couldn't complain too much about it.
Matt came back home while I was cleaning my room, and when I say cleaning, I mean it. I swear, no one had cleaned out from under the bed since it was put there, not to mention that there was dust everywhere. His closet was jam-packed full of junk that he probably didn't even know was in there. I was halfway through his closet when he walked in.
"Oh, hey! Didn't hear you come in. How'd your project go."
"Fine," he answered. "The kitchen looks good."
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
The rest of the morning and afternoon, I did as Matt instructed, and by the time four o'clock rolled around, the house looked completely different. "Guess there'll be nothing for me to do tomorrow," I teased.
"Oh, don't worry. There's plenty of laundry."
I groaned and sank into the futon next to Matt.
"Hey, Erik called me on my way home from class," he randomly said.
I shifted. "Oh? What did he say?"
"He just wanted to let me know that he had nothing to do with what happened with the forging and that he had no idea it ever happened."
"Ah," I said, looking away.
"Have you talked to him?"
"I talked to him yesterday. He called to see why I got suspended."
"Well, he asked if you could come over sometime this evening and I told him you could, so long as you finished everything. Said that he needed to talk to you about what happened."
I gulped. "Oh, erm, okay."
There was silence for a moment. "Well, you finished everything, so I guess you can go over there. But be back at a decent hour and stay out of trouble."
"Don't worry, I will," I said, standing and rubbing my bum.
He chuckled slightly, punching me playfully.
"See ya!" I wasn't too thrilled at seeing Erik. It'd be the first time we'd met face-to-face since my suspension and I knew he wouldn't be happy with me. Not to mention that everytime someone said they needed to talk to me it usually involved more than actual talking.
I snuggled up in my jacket as I walked through my apartment complex. It was definitely winter, because I could see my breath. Winter time was the best. That meant Christmas was near and my parents would at least be sending me some cool things from Europe, hopefully spiffy new clothes. It would be the first Christmas that I didn't spend with my entire family. Matt had mentioned something about inviting some college buddies over. While Erik was hott and my type of guy, I still wouldn't mind seeing some good-looking college guys.
Before I knew it, I arrived at apartment 109, Erik's. I knocked softly on the door.
"Ah, hey," Erik said when he answered it, moving out of the way and allowing me to come inside. The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a belt. Is that a bad thing to notice when you first see someone? Maybe I knew my fate and was scared of what he'd use on me.
"Hey," I said back, not looking him in the eyes.
He closed the door behind us and plopped down on the couch, patting the seat next to him.
"Where's your mom?"
"Working," he answered. "We need to talk."
I bit my lower lip. "We do?"
"Yes, we do. About the Winter Ball."
"Oh, that thing... heh.."
"Yeah, and the fact that you forged a signature and lied to me."
I didn't speak.
He looked at me. "What the hell were you thinking?"
I shrugged.
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Did Lisa put you up to this? I'll spank her ass, too," he said and I shuddered, noting that he said "too."
"No need to do that," I replied. "She might have mentioned it, but, come on, Erik... don't be such a hardass."
"A hardass? Is that what I'm being? I apologize for caring about you, Shannon. And caring if you get thrown in jail or suspended and fuck up your school. Is that such a crime?" he asked.
"No, but that's what I have a brother for," I mumbled.
"So you're saying I shouldn't worry about your well-being?"
"I didn't say exactly that."
"And I certainly DON'T appreciate the fact that you lied to me. That's shitty, Shannon. And I honestly can't believe that you'd pull such a stunt."
I swallowed a big lump in my throat, fighting back tears. "I'm sorry," I said, looking up into his dark brown eyes. "I made a mistake and I've honestly learned my lesson. And I'm not going to lie to you anymore, or forge anymore. I've already gotten it from Matt."
He started to say something and then realized what I said and stopped, thinking about something for a moment before opening his mouth. "Did Matt spank you?"
I chewed on my lower lip, glancing away and muttering, "yes."
"Good, because you deserved it. But don't think you're not still getting it from me."
"But Erik!" I complained, beginning to throw a fit like a three year old. "That's not fair! I've already gotten it and you're my friend and that'd be embarrassing!!"
"Maybe a little embarrassment will do you good. Besides, did you forget that you LIED to me? Blatently... right to my face. Straight up told me that Matt signed the damn form."
"I knew you'd be upset if I told you that I forged it."
"Does that give you any right to lie to me?" he asked rhetorically. "It's too bad anyway, because my mind is made up. I'm going to spank you."
Something about Erik spanking me was much more appealing than my older brother, so I didn't fight much after that. I just sort of pouted, sticking my lower lip out and trying to put on my best puppy dog face.
He grinned at me. Damn, he was so hott. "Nice try, Shannon," he said, running his fingers down my cheeks. "Get up and over my lap."
Without thinking, I tugged my jeans and panties down, then fell over his lap. Then I blushed like crazy because it didn't seem like he was expecting that and I was over his lap and my backside probably looked like hell from the night before. I didn't even say anything because I was so embarrassed. But he didn't say anything either, just rested his hand lightly on my bottom.
"This will make you think twice about lying to me, Shannon," he said, slapping my sore backside with his hand.
I'll admit, Matt spanks much harder than Erik, but geeze, it was waaay more embarrassing! Then the fact that I was already sore didn't help any. I don't think it took much for me to be bawling like a baby.
"I'm not going to tolerate my friends getting themselves in trouble, and don't worry, I will be talking to Lisa about this. She's long overdue for a spanking," he told me as he swatted my bottom with all his might. "And if you ever lie to me again, Young Lady, this will feel like nothing compared to what you'd get. Because I have a nice leather belt that I'm sure would burn like hell on your ass, do you hear me?"
"Y-yes," I sniffled, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry. I won't lie to you anymore! I promise!"
He swatted me a few more times, then stopped, resting his hand and rubbing my bum slightly. I sobbed into the couch cushion, muttering apologies because I felt stupid and embarrassed. How could I have done something like this to my best friend?
He lifted me up and cradled me in his arms, rubbing my back and rocking me back and forth.
"I love you," he whispered after a while.
I smiled. "I love you, too," I answered, not quite sure if I answered that way because it was the right thing to say or because I actually felt that way.
We stayed that way for a while, until he got the bright idea to call Lisa.
"Come on, do you really have to bring her into this?" I asked.
"Yes. She's like a little sister to me and hasn't been spanked in years. And she needs it."
I pouted but he dialed her number, instructing her to come over as soon as possible. We watched tv until there was a weak knock on the door. I rubbed my bum as I got up to answer it.
"Hey Lisa," I said, letting her come in.
"Uhoh, I'm in trouble," she said, seeing Erik glare at her in such a way.
I shut the door behind her. "That's right," Erik answered, standing up to tower over my friend. "Do you have any idea why?"
She glanced at me, then looked back at Erik, claiming that she didn't.
"Well, I'll give you a hint. Shannon got suspended from school. Do you happen to know why?"
"Oh, um," Lisa began. "I guess 'cause she, er, forged a signature?"
"Mmmhmm. And where do you think she got that idea?"
"The tv?"
"Good try."
She shrugged. "Can't hurt to try, huh?"
Erik smiled slightly. "Do you forge signatures, Lisa?"
"Erm, no?" she said, obviously lying.
"You know what I think?"
"What?" she answered, casting me a pathetic look.
"That you need a spanking."
It looked like her heart stopped. "A... spanking?" she asked, rather taken aback.
Erik nodded, moving closer to where he was looming ove rhere. "How long has it been since you've gotten a spanking?" he asked her.
"Uhm, I guess when me and Shannon went to Kyle's house..."
He shook his head. "A pop on the behind doesn't constitute as a spanking."
She opened her mouth to say something, then looked defeated. "I don't remember," she finally said.
"Well, I do," he answered.
It was silent for a minute as Lisa stared at her feet and I stared at the scene I was witnessing.
"It was about four years ago when you lied to your parents about where you were going. I was sitting outside with one of my buddies and saw your dad dragging you across the parking lot. Then later you told me it was the last time you were really ever spanked. Remember?"
She nodded softly.
"And you're long overdue, Lisa," he concluded. "You've gotten away with too much since your dad's been gone. I know it hurts, but there's other ways, okay?"
She nodded again. Wow, I was finding out new stuff everyday!
"I already spanked Shannon for forging the signature and lying to me, now I'm going to spank you for convincing her to sign it and to deter you from ever pulling a stunt like she did. I want you to remember this when you decide to get in trouble, because believe me, Lisa, I will spank you again if I find it necessary, do you understand?"
She gave a final nod and he helped her toward the couch. I just stood there by the door, looking dumb, eyes fixed on the matter at hand. Erik was so much taller than she, and so much stronger. It took practically no force at all to get her over his knee. He didn't take down the khakies that she was wearing, which made me blush because I'd been so used to Matt spanking me that I'd automatically assumed my jeans would be lowered.
He held onto her tightly as the spanking began. She was squirming to no end and trying not to scream.
"Ooowwww, Erik!! That hurts! Ahhooowwww!" she exclaimed. "Pleaseeeee stopp!! I'm sorry I'm sorryyyy."
"Are you going to behave from now on?" he asked.
"Yyyesss!!" she squealed, her squirms dying down because he was keeping a stronger grip.
"Good. And you better, or you'll find yourself in this position again, got it?"
"Ooowww yesss!!"
He gave her a final smack in the middle of her bottom then let her up to rub the pain out. He hugged her tightly. "You're like a little sister to me," he said, "and like I told Shannon, I care about you girls and don't want you to end up in jail, okay?"
She nodded, sniffling.
I then gave her a big hug and apologized for telling Erik as he went to the kitchen to heat up some hot chocolate for us.
"Don't worry about it, Shannon. I deserved it. He knew that."
Erik came back minutes later with three mugs and we sat down on the couch, sipping on our hot chocolate as we watched Christmas specials on tv. I could have snuggled with him all night, but Matt called and snapped me back into reality, reminding me that I was still under a restriction. Lisa announced that she should go as well, so we walked her home, then he walked me to my apartment.
We joked around for a little while until we stopped in front of my door.
I fidgeted nervously. "I really am sorry about lying to you."
"I know. Just don't do it again," he said, smiling.
"I'm not. Don't worry. I learned my lesson about lying."
"Good." There was silence for a moment as he looked me deep in the eyes. My hair was fallen in front of my face and he tucked it behind my ears, touching my face softly then coming in close for what I'd been waiting for... a kiss... my first real kiss...
The Winter Ball, Part II
by Breanna Carter
I uneasily hung up the phone after talking to Erik. If I thought I couldn't sleep before then, I really couldn't sleep after I talked to him! I had this growing pit in my stomach and I felt complete and utter guilt for lying to him like that. Especially since he found out and seemed so disappointed. And to top it off, he wanted to spank me! I was in enough pain as it was..
Somehow, through all my worrying, I managed to find sleep. I drifted off into dreamland where I was being chased by squirrels who declared I needed a spanking. One of them was carrying a cutting board like Matt had used on me and I was running away from them and ran right into Erik who looked down at me with a gaze that made me want to cry. I woke up terrified and clutching my bum. I know, I'm a little crazy sometimes.
It was still dark outside when I woke, but I couldn't see myself going back to sleep anytime soon. I glanced at my clock and saw that it was a little after five. Matt wouldn't be getting up for a couple of hours. I hobbled over towards the computer and sat tenderly down on the chair, surfing through some websites before deciding to have a shower. I took my time, until Matt began pounding on the door.
"What the hell are you doing up so early? You never get up! I need a shower! Hurry! I'm going to be late!"
"I'm hurrying!" I shrieked, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair as quickly as possible. I got out of the shower and glanced at my bum that was still red and a little bruised. Yech... I would never be lying to my older brother again, or forging, or any of that crap. I was terrified to find out what his definition of "black and blue" was.
I opened the door and Matt shoved me aside to get into the shower. "What are you doing up so early anyway?" he asked, taking his shirt off and throwing it at me.
"Bad dreams."
He turned on the water. "If we're out of hot water I'm going to skin you!" he teased. "And anyway, sorry about your bad dreams. Anything you wanna talk about?"
"Nah... they were crazy." I shut the door and let him tend to his shower. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and eased myself on the couch to catch some of the news. Boring as it was, it still kept my interest longer than any of the other stations would have.
Matt came out minutes later, clad in a pair of jeans and pulling an undershirt over his head. "You can start with the kitchen," he said. He grabbed a white button up shirt that was folded on the table and put it on.
"You're dressing up all nice today," I commented, avoiding making a statement on cleaning the ktichen.
"Yeah, I have a presentation for my history class. And anyway, start with the kitchen, then clean your room and vacuum. I'll be back in a couple of hours. I expect at least the kitchen to be finished by the, okay? Swept and mopped and everything."
"But I don't know how to sweep and mop!" I exclaimed.
"Guess you'll have to learn," he answered, tucking his shirt in and smirking at me. "I'm gone." He grabbed his keys and wallet from the table and kissed me on the forehead.
I scowled for a moment then figured there was no use, because I didn't want him to get that cutting board after me again. I lugged my stereo into the kitchen and blared some music, singing along as I washed dishes and cleaned out the fridge and everything else. I wiped off the counters and the microwave, then put the dishes up and took out the trash and began sweeping. There's a first time for everything, huh? I can't say I did a spectacular job, but I at least tried, then attempted to mop. When I finished, the kitchen looked a hell of a lot better than it did, so Matt couldn't complain too much about it.
Matt came back home while I was cleaning my room, and when I say cleaning, I mean it. I swear, no one had cleaned out from under the bed since it was put there, not to mention that there was dust everywhere. His closet was jam-packed full of junk that he probably didn't even know was in there. I was halfway through his closet when he walked in.
"Oh, hey! Didn't hear you come in. How'd your project go."
"Fine," he answered. "The kitchen looks good."
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
The rest of the morning and afternoon, I did as Matt instructed, and by the time four o'clock rolled around, the house looked completely different. "Guess there'll be nothing for me to do tomorrow," I teased.
"Oh, don't worry. There's plenty of laundry."
I groaned and sank into the futon next to Matt.
"Hey, Erik called me on my way home from class," he randomly said.
I shifted. "Oh? What did he say?"
"He just wanted to let me know that he had nothing to do with what happened with the forging and that he had no idea it ever happened."
"Ah," I said, looking away.
"Have you talked to him?"
"I talked to him yesterday. He called to see why I got suspended."
"Well, he asked if you could come over sometime this evening and I told him you could, so long as you finished everything. Said that he needed to talk to you about what happened."
I gulped. "Oh, erm, okay."
There was silence for a moment. "Well, you finished everything, so I guess you can go over there. But be back at a decent hour and stay out of trouble."
"Don't worry, I will," I said, standing and rubbing my bum.
He chuckled slightly, punching me playfully.
"See ya!" I wasn't too thrilled at seeing Erik. It'd be the first time we'd met face-to-face since my suspension and I knew he wouldn't be happy with me. Not to mention that everytime someone said they needed to talk to me it usually involved more than actual talking.
I snuggled up in my jacket as I walked through my apartment complex. It was definitely winter, because I could see my breath. Winter time was the best. That meant Christmas was near and my parents would at least be sending me some cool things from Europe, hopefully spiffy new clothes. It would be the first Christmas that I didn't spend with my entire family. Matt had mentioned something about inviting some college buddies over. While Erik was hott and my type of guy, I still wouldn't mind seeing some good-looking college guys.
Before I knew it, I arrived at apartment 109, Erik's. I knocked softly on the door.
"Ah, hey," Erik said when he answered it, moving out of the way and allowing me to come inside. The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a belt. Is that a bad thing to notice when you first see someone? Maybe I knew my fate and was scared of what he'd use on me.
"Hey," I said back, not looking him in the eyes.
He closed the door behind us and plopped down on the couch, patting the seat next to him.
"Where's your mom?"
"Working," he answered. "We need to talk."
I bit my lower lip. "We do?"
"Yes, we do. About the Winter Ball."
"Oh, that thing... heh.."
"Yeah, and the fact that you forged a signature and lied to me."
I didn't speak.
He looked at me. "What the hell were you thinking?"
I shrugged.
"You don't know?"
"No."
"Did Lisa put you up to this? I'll spank her ass, too," he said and I shuddered, noting that he said "too."
"No need to do that," I replied. "She might have mentioned it, but, come on, Erik... don't be such a hardass."
"A hardass? Is that what I'm being? I apologize for caring about you, Shannon. And caring if you get thrown in jail or suspended and fuck up your school. Is that such a crime?" he asked.
"No, but that's what I have a brother for," I mumbled.
"So you're saying I shouldn't worry about your well-being?"
"I didn't say exactly that."
"And I certainly DON'T appreciate the fact that you lied to me. That's shitty, Shannon. And I honestly can't believe that you'd pull such a stunt."
I swallowed a big lump in my throat, fighting back tears. "I'm sorry," I said, looking up into his dark brown eyes. "I made a mistake and I've honestly learned my lesson. And I'm not going to lie to you anymore, or forge anymore. I've already gotten it from Matt."
He started to say something and then realized what I said and stopped, thinking about something for a moment before opening his mouth. "Did Matt spank you?"
I chewed on my lower lip, glancing away and muttering, "yes."
"Good, because you deserved it. But don't think you're not still getting it from me."
"But Erik!" I complained, beginning to throw a fit like a three year old. "That's not fair! I've already gotten it and you're my friend and that'd be embarrassing!!"
"Maybe a little embarrassment will do you good. Besides, did you forget that you LIED to me? Blatently... right to my face. Straight up told me that Matt signed the damn form."
"I knew you'd be upset if I told you that I forged it."
"Does that give you any right to lie to me?" he asked rhetorically. "It's too bad anyway, because my mind is made up. I'm going to spank you."
Something about Erik spanking me was much more appealing than my older brother, so I didn't fight much after that. I just sort of pouted, sticking my lower lip out and trying to put on my best puppy dog face.
He grinned at me. Damn, he was so hott. "Nice try, Shannon," he said, running his fingers down my cheeks. "Get up and over my lap."
Without thinking, I tugged my jeans and panties down, then fell over his lap. Then I blushed like crazy because it didn't seem like he was expecting that and I was over his lap and my backside probably looked like hell from the night before. I didn't even say anything because I was so embarrassed. But he didn't say anything either, just rested his hand lightly on my bottom.
"This will make you think twice about lying to me, Shannon," he said, slapping my sore backside with his hand.
I'll admit, Matt spanks much harder than Erik, but geeze, it was waaay more embarrassing! Then the fact that I was already sore didn't help any. I don't think it took much for me to be bawling like a baby.
"I'm not going to tolerate my friends getting themselves in trouble, and don't worry, I will be talking to Lisa about this. She's long overdue for a spanking," he told me as he swatted my bottom with all his might. "And if you ever lie to me again, Young Lady, this will feel like nothing compared to what you'd get. Because I have a nice leather belt that I'm sure would burn like hell on your ass, do you hear me?"
"Y-yes," I sniffled, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry. I won't lie to you anymore! I promise!"
He swatted me a few more times, then stopped, resting his hand and rubbing my bum slightly. I sobbed into the couch cushion, muttering apologies because I felt stupid and embarrassed. How could I have done something like this to my best friend?
He lifted me up and cradled me in his arms, rubbing my back and rocking me back and forth.
"I love you," he whispered after a while.
I smiled. "I love you, too," I answered, not quite sure if I answered that way because it was the right thing to say or because I actually felt that way.
We stayed that way for a while, until he got the bright idea to call Lisa.
"Come on, do you really have to bring her into this?" I asked.
"Yes. She's like a little sister to me and hasn't been spanked in years. And she needs it."
I pouted but he dialed her number, instructing her to come over as soon as possible. We watched tv until there was a weak knock on the door. I rubbed my bum as I got up to answer it.
"Hey Lisa," I said, letting her come in.
"Uhoh, I'm in trouble," she said, seeing Erik glare at her in such a way.
I shut the door behind her. "That's right," Erik answered, standing up to tower over my friend. "Do you have any idea why?"
She glanced at me, then looked back at Erik, claiming that she didn't.
"Well, I'll give you a hint. Shannon got suspended from school. Do you happen to know why?"
"Oh, um," Lisa began. "I guess 'cause she, er, forged a signature?"
"Mmmhmm. And where do you think she got that idea?"
"The tv?"
"Good try."
She shrugged. "Can't hurt to try, huh?"
Erik smiled slightly. "Do you forge signatures, Lisa?"
"Erm, no?" she said, obviously lying.
"You know what I think?"
"What?" she answered, casting me a pathetic look.
"That you need a spanking."
It looked like her heart stopped. "A... spanking?" she asked, rather taken aback.
Erik nodded, moving closer to where he was looming ove rhere. "How long has it been since you've gotten a spanking?" he asked her.
"Uhm, I guess when me and Shannon went to Kyle's house..."
He shook his head. "A pop on the behind doesn't constitute as a spanking."
She opened her mouth to say something, then looked defeated. "I don't remember," she finally said.
"Well, I do," he answered.
It was silent for a minute as Lisa stared at her feet and I stared at the scene I was witnessing.
"It was about four years ago when you lied to your parents about where you were going. I was sitting outside with one of my buddies and saw your dad dragging you across the parking lot. Then later you told me it was the last time you were really ever spanked. Remember?"
She nodded softly.
"And you're long overdue, Lisa," he concluded. "You've gotten away with too much since your dad's been gone. I know it hurts, but there's other ways, okay?"
She nodded again. Wow, I was finding out new stuff everyday!
"I already spanked Shannon for forging the signature and lying to me, now I'm going to spank you for convincing her to sign it and to deter you from ever pulling a stunt like she did. I want you to remember this when you decide to get in trouble, because believe me, Lisa, I will spank you again if I find it necessary, do you understand?"
She gave a final nod and he helped her toward the couch. I just stood there by the door, looking dumb, eyes fixed on the matter at hand. Erik was so much taller than she, and so much stronger. It took practically no force at all to get her over his knee. He didn't take down the khakies that she was wearing, which made me blush because I'd been so used to Matt spanking me that I'd automatically assumed my jeans would be lowered.
He held onto her tightly as the spanking began. She was squirming to no end and trying not to scream.
"Ooowwww, Erik!! That hurts! Ahhooowwww!" she exclaimed. "Pleaseeeee stopp!! I'm sorry I'm sorryyyy."
"Are you going to behave from now on?" he asked.
"Yyyesss!!" she squealed, her squirms dying down because he was keeping a stronger grip.
"Good. And you better, or you'll find yourself in this position again, got it?"
"Ooowww yesss!!"
He gave her a final smack in the middle of her bottom then let her up to rub the pain out. He hugged her tightly. "You're like a little sister to me," he said, "and like I told Shannon, I care about you girls and don't want you to end up in jail, okay?"
She nodded, sniffling.
I then gave her a big hug and apologized for telling Erik as he went to the kitchen to heat up some hot chocolate for us.
"Don't worry about it, Shannon. I deserved it. He knew that."
Erik came back minutes later with three mugs and we sat down on the couch, sipping on our hot chocolate as we watched Christmas specials on tv. I could have snuggled with him all night, but Matt called and snapped me back into reality, reminding me that I was still under a restriction. Lisa announced that she should go as well, so we walked her home, then he walked me to my apartment.
We joked around for a little while until we stopped in front of my door.
I fidgeted nervously. "I really am sorry about lying to you."
"I know. Just don't do it again," he said, smiling.
"I'm not. Don't worry. I learned my lesson about lying."
"Good." There was silence for a moment as he looked me deep in the eyes. My hair was fallen in front of my face and he tucked it behind my ears, touching my face softly then coming in close for what I'd been waiting for... a kiss... my first real kiss...
Story: A Second Older Brother
Misc Story. Kathryn takes speed and as a last resort, drives to her older brother's place. He isn't home, but his roommate offers her refuge for the night. He soon finds out what she's done and well, we know what happens next.
A Second Older Brother
by Breanna Carter
It was 12:23 AM and I was wide awake, teeth chattering away as I talked a mile per minute. I knew it wouldn't be too long before I'd have to attempt to drive home. My friend, Amanda, was slowly drifting asleep and as the clock ticked the time drew closer when her mom would be home.
"I have nowhere to goooo," I whined, bouncing up and down on her bed.
"Go to Michael's," she replied, rolling over to face the wall so she could close her eyes without me complaining.
I bit my lower lip. "Except I told him I wouldn't do anymore speed. He threatened me within inches of my life."
"I don't know where you could go, then, but I'm tired as hell and I have class in the morning."
That was the hint to leave. "I know. Thanks for letting me hang out at your place!"
"No problem. Go home and avoid your parents. And be careful, okay?" she said, looking over at me.
"I'm always careful," I lied, patting her on the head and skipping away.
I was met with the crisp autumn air as I stepped out of her house. It was mid-October, a week from my birthday, and my favorite month of the year. Yet, I still couldn't find any sort of comfort in it. It seemed like something was always going wrong, my days were always terrible. Someone always had it out for me. It just wasn't worth going through the days sober. At least I was still alive and kicking, huh?
It took me a minute to get into my car and start it and everything, then I started being paranoid about the police.
"Shit, I can't go home," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I lived at least twenty miles from Amanda's house, while the duplex that Michael shared with his friend, Ashton, was only a couple of blocks away. I decided to try and go home, but after driving ten miles under the speed limit for two minutes, I got fed up and went towards Michael's place.
As if my heart wasn't thumping enough, I crept nervously up the sidewalk to the door of my friend's house. The lights were off, but I could see the tv flashing through the window. Ashton was always up at late. He was a natural night owl and made all of his classes for the afternoon so he could sleep in.
I tapped gently on the door. He stirred inside the living room, turning on the porch light then unhooking the chain and opening the door.
"Jesus, Kathryn, you scared the piss out of me!" he exclaimed in a whisper since the neighbors were probably sleeping.
I was sort of coming down from my high and my teeth were chattering and grinding like crazy. It was driving me nuts. "Sorry. I need a place to crash. Can I stay here?"
"Sure. Your brother's not here, though. He went to visit Christy for fall break." Christy was his girlfriend... someone he went to high school with, who went to college in North Carolina.
I nodded. "That's okay," I said, walking inside. It was probably colder inside their duplex than it was outside, since they didn't have central heating. I shivered slightly, still grinding my teeth.
"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that something was up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Rough day."
"Something's different," he concluded.
I shrugged.
"Are you cold?" he asked, leading me towards the futon that he slept on. He sat on the bed then pulled me towards him, wrapping me in the blanket. "Kathryn... you're scaring me."
"I'm fine," I said, shivering and snuggling in the blanket.
"Don't you have school in the morning?"
"I can't go. I'm too sick."
"You're sweating like crazy. How can you be so cold?"
"I don't know. I'm scared. I don't want to die."
"Why would you be dying?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
"Because I took some pills."
"You did what?" he asked, sitting up in the bed to look me in the eyes.
I wouldn't have it though. I couldn't stare at him. The hurt and disappointment was too much. "I took some damn amphetamines."
"I thought you were through with that shit?"
"I thought so, too," I said, feeling shittier by the moment. I stared at the tv, a tear slipping down my cheek. "It's been a bad week."
"Talk to me, baby," he said, holding me close. "Talk to me and everything's gonna be all right. You're going to be just fine," he cooed as if he were talking to a child during a frightening thunderstorm.
"I don't know. It's just everything feels so fucked up sometimes."
"I know. You're okay. Try and get some sleep, okay? I want to have a talk with you in the morning about this."
I nodded weakly, engulfing his hug for all it was worth. That was one good thing about having an older brother... he had friends who were just like older brothers, too, who could substitute when my real brother was away.
I don't know how I managed to sleep. Everything was dizzy and blurry and I was going frantic with my teeth chattering. But Ashton was there all night and he held me close, promising me that I'd be okay. I kept having weird dreams that woke me up each time, gasping for air. And Ashton was still there, still holding me.
I never actually got any great sleep. Just enough to where when I woke up and it was daylight, I felt like it was time to get up.
At this time, Ashton was no longer at my side, but in the kitchen talking in a pair of jeans and a blue hoodie, putting poptarts in the toaster.
"Hey," I mumbled, sitting up for a second then deciding to lie back down.
"Oh, hey," he answered, pouring himself a glass of milk. "Are you feeling better?"
"Not really."
"I'd imagine not... looked like you got yourself pretty fucked up last night."
I groaned, almost having forgotten that I'd told him that. "Please don't tell Michael."
"Oh, I'm not going to tell him," he said, grabbing the poptarts from the toaster and putting them on a plate, looking at me. "You are."
"Wait, that's no fair!" I said, sitting up to look at him, then giving up, once again, not having the strength. "I can't tell him. He'll be so mad."
"Well, I'm not thrilled, either."
"But I didn't have anywhere to go or neither of you would have to know."
"If you hadn't taken the pills, you wouldn't have needed any place to go," he told me, munching on his poptart. "And anyway, brothers always have a strange way of finding stuff out."
I pouted, still grinding my teeth.
The room was silent for a moment while he finished his poptarts and drank his milk. "I'm disappointed in you," he told me.
"I'm disappointed in me, too."
"What's the deal? Why'd you have to go back to that shit?"
I shrugged, staring at the ceiling.
"You know, you could kill yourself, or go to jail..."
"Nobody would care."
He came towards me, his tall figure looming over me, gazing in my eyes. "I would care."
A tear was struggling to slip down my cheek, but I wouldn't let it. "Why would anyone care about me?"
"Because you're a special person. You're a good friend and I've known you forever. You're like my own sister. And I'm not going to listen to you talk like that, Kathryn."
"Whatever," I whispered, still fighting the tears.
"Tell me what's wrong," he said, plopping down on the futon next to me.
I lay my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair. "I don't know what's wrong."
"Have you been taking your meds?"
"No."
"What did I tell you about that?"
I bit my lower lip, not even bothering to look up at him because I knew he'd be giving me a look that would make my stomach churn. "That if you heard of me not taking my meds you'd spank the daylights out of me."
"You've got a good memory," he said and I knew he smiled slightly, even if I was taking a liking to staring at the carpet. "And if I remember correctly, I also said the same thing about if you took speed again, didn't I?"
I nodded.
"Guess you know what that means."
I looked towards him. "You're going to spank me?" I asked, this time, letting a tear slip down my cheek.
He nodded softly.
"But... Ashton..." I began, trying to think of a good argument. "I won't do it again..."
"And that's what you said last time. And that's what you'll say next time. But there's not going to be a next time because I'm going to show you that I mean business."
I just stared at him for a moment, until he lifted me from his lap, pulling me off the futon, and finally moving his hands towards the button of my jeans.
"Ashton, please.." I begged, trying to block him from taking my pants down.
"Move your hands," he ordered, and when I didn't budge, he slapped them mildly, which got me to move them.
He roughly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then tugged them down to the floor. I felt a cool breeze on the back of my legs. "Please don't spank me, Ashton.." I'd only been spanked by him once before, and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. Firstly, it's not cool when you get spanked, much less by your older brother's best friend, not to mention that he's a hottie... and secondly, he pulled my pants down which is always reallllly embarrassing.
"Should've thought about that last night," he answered, pulling me over his lap.
I lay my head down, knowing that I deserved this, no matter how much I didn't want it. He pulled my panties down to my knees and started slapping my bottom mildly.
"There are other ways to cope with bad days, Kathryn," he began lecturing, getting a definite rhythm as I winced with each smack.
"I know," I replied.
"Amphetamines are illegal and dangerous. What the hell was going on through your mind?"
"Ooowwww... I don't knowww," I groaned, kicking slightly.
"And I'm not at all happy with the fact that you drove under the influence. *That* is even more dangerous and more illegal. Do you *want* to go to jail? Do you want to kill yourself or someone else?"
"Noooo," I whined.
"What you did last night was very irresponsible, Young Lady, and I'm very disappointed in you."
My stomach turned with that statement and I began the crying, even though he was only spanking mildly. It wasn't the pain that was bothering me as much as the way I'd hurt him and disappointed him. He was one of my best friends and I'd known him forever. He cared about me so much, and I let him down in the worst way possible.
He stopped smacking for a little while, resting his hand on my bottom. "What are you going to do next time you're having a rough time?"
"Not drugsss," I cried.
He slapped my bottom hard. "And why not?"
"Because it's dangerous and stupid," I sniffed.
He swatted me a few more times, this time paying particular attention to my sitspots. By this time, I was bawling like a baby and kicking like crazy. My face was buried into the blankets on the futon and my hands were clutching onto the mattress for dear life.
"I'm sorry," I howled.
"I'm glad, because I'm not going to tolerate this. You are a smart young lady and I'm not going to see you waste it on drugs. You're not going to end up a bum on the streets selling your body for drugs. You're too smart and talented to do that, do you understand me?"
"Yessss."
He delivered a final flurry of hard smacks to my bottom then stopped, resting his hand there as I cried for my life. He didn't let me cry alone for long, because before I knew it, he was helping my panties up and gathering me in his arms. He sat me in his lap, throwing his arms around me and pulling me close to his chest, letting me sob for all it was worth. I cried because I was disappointed in myself, and he was disappointed in me, and my brother would be upset and there actually was the chance that I could screw up my life on drugs. And I cried because someone actually cared when I had always been scared that they didn't.
I must have cried for at least thirty minutes, but Ashton didn't mind. He just kept me in his arms, stroking my hair softly and rocking me back and forth, assuring me that everything was fine. Even after I stopped crying, he was still there, lying with me on the futon with his arm around my stomach, while we watched tv. We didn't speak much for a long time, just his reassuring comments about everything being okay.
"I'm really sorry," I said, breaking the silence and rolling over to look at him.
"I know. I just worry about you."
"I know," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
He lifted my chin to look in his eyes. "Please don't do this again," he begged.
"I won't... I promise," I replied and hugged onto him tightly.
A Second Older Brother
by Breanna Carter
It was 12:23 AM and I was wide awake, teeth chattering away as I talked a mile per minute. I knew it wouldn't be too long before I'd have to attempt to drive home. My friend, Amanda, was slowly drifting asleep and as the clock ticked the time drew closer when her mom would be home.
"I have nowhere to goooo," I whined, bouncing up and down on her bed.
"Go to Michael's," she replied, rolling over to face the wall so she could close her eyes without me complaining.
I bit my lower lip. "Except I told him I wouldn't do anymore speed. He threatened me within inches of my life."
"I don't know where you could go, then, but I'm tired as hell and I have class in the morning."
That was the hint to leave. "I know. Thanks for letting me hang out at your place!"
"No problem. Go home and avoid your parents. And be careful, okay?" she said, looking over at me.
"I'm always careful," I lied, patting her on the head and skipping away.
I was met with the crisp autumn air as I stepped out of her house. It was mid-October, a week from my birthday, and my favorite month of the year. Yet, I still couldn't find any sort of comfort in it. It seemed like something was always going wrong, my days were always terrible. Someone always had it out for me. It just wasn't worth going through the days sober. At least I was still alive and kicking, huh?
It took me a minute to get into my car and start it and everything, then I started being paranoid about the police.
"Shit, I can't go home," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I lived at least twenty miles from Amanda's house, while the duplex that Michael shared with his friend, Ashton, was only a couple of blocks away. I decided to try and go home, but after driving ten miles under the speed limit for two minutes, I got fed up and went towards Michael's place.
As if my heart wasn't thumping enough, I crept nervously up the sidewalk to the door of my friend's house. The lights were off, but I could see the tv flashing through the window. Ashton was always up at late. He was a natural night owl and made all of his classes for the afternoon so he could sleep in.
I tapped gently on the door. He stirred inside the living room, turning on the porch light then unhooking the chain and opening the door.
"Jesus, Kathryn, you scared the piss out of me!" he exclaimed in a whisper since the neighbors were probably sleeping.
I was sort of coming down from my high and my teeth were chattering and grinding like crazy. It was driving me nuts. "Sorry. I need a place to crash. Can I stay here?"
"Sure. Your brother's not here, though. He went to visit Christy for fall break." Christy was his girlfriend... someone he went to high school with, who went to college in North Carolina.
I nodded. "That's okay," I said, walking inside. It was probably colder inside their duplex than it was outside, since they didn't have central heating. I shivered slightly, still grinding my teeth.
"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that something was up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Rough day."
"Something's different," he concluded.
I shrugged.
"Are you cold?" he asked, leading me towards the futon that he slept on. He sat on the bed then pulled me towards him, wrapping me in the blanket. "Kathryn... you're scaring me."
"I'm fine," I said, shivering and snuggling in the blanket.
"Don't you have school in the morning?"
"I can't go. I'm too sick."
"You're sweating like crazy. How can you be so cold?"
"I don't know. I'm scared. I don't want to die."
"Why would you be dying?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
"Because I took some pills."
"You did what?" he asked, sitting up in the bed to look me in the eyes.
I wouldn't have it though. I couldn't stare at him. The hurt and disappointment was too much. "I took some damn amphetamines."
"I thought you were through with that shit?"
"I thought so, too," I said, feeling shittier by the moment. I stared at the tv, a tear slipping down my cheek. "It's been a bad week."
"Talk to me, baby," he said, holding me close. "Talk to me and everything's gonna be all right. You're going to be just fine," he cooed as if he were talking to a child during a frightening thunderstorm.
"I don't know. It's just everything feels so fucked up sometimes."
"I know. You're okay. Try and get some sleep, okay? I want to have a talk with you in the morning about this."
I nodded weakly, engulfing his hug for all it was worth. That was one good thing about having an older brother... he had friends who were just like older brothers, too, who could substitute when my real brother was away.
I don't know how I managed to sleep. Everything was dizzy and blurry and I was going frantic with my teeth chattering. But Ashton was there all night and he held me close, promising me that I'd be okay. I kept having weird dreams that woke me up each time, gasping for air. And Ashton was still there, still holding me.
I never actually got any great sleep. Just enough to where when I woke up and it was daylight, I felt like it was time to get up.
At this time, Ashton was no longer at my side, but in the kitchen talking in a pair of jeans and a blue hoodie, putting poptarts in the toaster.
"Hey," I mumbled, sitting up for a second then deciding to lie back down.
"Oh, hey," he answered, pouring himself a glass of milk. "Are you feeling better?"
"Not really."
"I'd imagine not... looked like you got yourself pretty fucked up last night."
I groaned, almost having forgotten that I'd told him that. "Please don't tell Michael."
"Oh, I'm not going to tell him," he said, grabbing the poptarts from the toaster and putting them on a plate, looking at me. "You are."
"Wait, that's no fair!" I said, sitting up to look at him, then giving up, once again, not having the strength. "I can't tell him. He'll be so mad."
"Well, I'm not thrilled, either."
"But I didn't have anywhere to go or neither of you would have to know."
"If you hadn't taken the pills, you wouldn't have needed any place to go," he told me, munching on his poptart. "And anyway, brothers always have a strange way of finding stuff out."
I pouted, still grinding my teeth.
The room was silent for a moment while he finished his poptarts and drank his milk. "I'm disappointed in you," he told me.
"I'm disappointed in me, too."
"What's the deal? Why'd you have to go back to that shit?"
I shrugged, staring at the ceiling.
"You know, you could kill yourself, or go to jail..."
"Nobody would care."
He came towards me, his tall figure looming over me, gazing in my eyes. "I would care."
A tear was struggling to slip down my cheek, but I wouldn't let it. "Why would anyone care about me?"
"Because you're a special person. You're a good friend and I've known you forever. You're like my own sister. And I'm not going to listen to you talk like that, Kathryn."
"Whatever," I whispered, still fighting the tears.
"Tell me what's wrong," he said, plopping down on the futon next to me.
I lay my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair. "I don't know what's wrong."
"Have you been taking your meds?"
"No."
"What did I tell you about that?"
I bit my lower lip, not even bothering to look up at him because I knew he'd be giving me a look that would make my stomach churn. "That if you heard of me not taking my meds you'd spank the daylights out of me."
"You've got a good memory," he said and I knew he smiled slightly, even if I was taking a liking to staring at the carpet. "And if I remember correctly, I also said the same thing about if you took speed again, didn't I?"
I nodded.
"Guess you know what that means."
I looked towards him. "You're going to spank me?" I asked, this time, letting a tear slip down my cheek.
He nodded softly.
"But... Ashton..." I began, trying to think of a good argument. "I won't do it again..."
"And that's what you said last time. And that's what you'll say next time. But there's not going to be a next time because I'm going to show you that I mean business."
I just stared at him for a moment, until he lifted me from his lap, pulling me off the futon, and finally moving his hands towards the button of my jeans.
"Ashton, please.." I begged, trying to block him from taking my pants down.
"Move your hands," he ordered, and when I didn't budge, he slapped them mildly, which got me to move them.
He roughly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then tugged them down to the floor. I felt a cool breeze on the back of my legs. "Please don't spank me, Ashton.." I'd only been spanked by him once before, and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. Firstly, it's not cool when you get spanked, much less by your older brother's best friend, not to mention that he's a hottie... and secondly, he pulled my pants down which is always reallllly embarrassing.
"Should've thought about that last night," he answered, pulling me over his lap.
I lay my head down, knowing that I deserved this, no matter how much I didn't want it. He pulled my panties down to my knees and started slapping my bottom mildly.
"There are other ways to cope with bad days, Kathryn," he began lecturing, getting a definite rhythm as I winced with each smack.
"I know," I replied.
"Amphetamines are illegal and dangerous. What the hell was going on through your mind?"
"Ooowwww... I don't knowww," I groaned, kicking slightly.
"And I'm not at all happy with the fact that you drove under the influence. *That* is even more dangerous and more illegal. Do you *want* to go to jail? Do you want to kill yourself or someone else?"
"Noooo," I whined.
"What you did last night was very irresponsible, Young Lady, and I'm very disappointed in you."
My stomach turned with that statement and I began the crying, even though he was only spanking mildly. It wasn't the pain that was bothering me as much as the way I'd hurt him and disappointed him. He was one of my best friends and I'd known him forever. He cared about me so much, and I let him down in the worst way possible.
He stopped smacking for a little while, resting his hand on my bottom. "What are you going to do next time you're having a rough time?"
"Not drugsss," I cried.
He slapped my bottom hard. "And why not?"
"Because it's dangerous and stupid," I sniffed.
He swatted me a few more times, this time paying particular attention to my sitspots. By this time, I was bawling like a baby and kicking like crazy. My face was buried into the blankets on the futon and my hands were clutching onto the mattress for dear life.
"I'm sorry," I howled.
"I'm glad, because I'm not going to tolerate this. You are a smart young lady and I'm not going to see you waste it on drugs. You're not going to end up a bum on the streets selling your body for drugs. You're too smart and talented to do that, do you understand me?"
"Yessss."
He delivered a final flurry of hard smacks to my bottom then stopped, resting his hand there as I cried for my life. He didn't let me cry alone for long, because before I knew it, he was helping my panties up and gathering me in his arms. He sat me in his lap, throwing his arms around me and pulling me close to his chest, letting me sob for all it was worth. I cried because I was disappointed in myself, and he was disappointed in me, and my brother would be upset and there actually was the chance that I could screw up my life on drugs. And I cried because someone actually cared when I had always been scared that they didn't.
I must have cried for at least thirty minutes, but Ashton didn't mind. He just kept me in his arms, stroking my hair softly and rocking me back and forth, assuring me that everything was fine. Even after I stopped crying, he was still there, lying with me on the futon with his arm around my stomach, while we watched tv. We didn't speak much for a long time, just his reassuring comments about everything being okay.
"I'm really sorry," I said, breaking the silence and rolling over to look at him.
"I know. I just worry about you."
"I know," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
He lifted my chin to look in his eyes. "Please don't do this again," he begged.
"I won't... I promise," I replied and hugged onto him tightly.
Story: Lizbeth's Spiffy Friend
Part of the Lizbeth series. Katrina drinks too much and causes a scene outside of Lizbeth's house. This is probably the last story that will ever be in this series.
Lizbeth's Spiffy Friend
by Breanna Carter
I was sitting by the window on a breezy Saturday night. It'd been one of the nights that Katrina had to work. It was really lonely not getting to see her, since I was used to being with her everyday. Since the summer had started there were only three nights a week that I didn't spend with her, and usually I at least got to see her since she was the main driver for Papa and his friends to get home from work. That's why it amazed me when Papa was dropped off in a white Neon.
"Papa? Where's Kat?" I asked, unfolding myself from the window where I was perched.
"She went out."
I gave a pathetic look.
"Aww, come on, Lizbeth. She comes over here everynight. She wanted to go out and have some fun. But she did say to tell you 'hey.'"
I smiled. "Okay, that works." I hugged Papa and went back to the window, sketching a little and glancing out every so often when the serene air was interrupted by someone talking. I couldn't have been there more than an hour, listening to a show called "Laura" that was on in the other room as I drew, when a green taxi cab pulled up beside the house. I glanced out, trying to see who it was, only to see Kat stumbling out. She pulled some money out of her pocket and I yelled, "Papa! Papa! Kat's here!"
I would have thought he'd have been excited, but instead he told me to stay inside.
"But why?" I whined.
"Just do as I say, Young Lady," he responded and started talking quickly to Alberto who followed him outside.
I went back to my window and pouted, wanting to wave hey to Kat, but by this time she was a little distracted by yelling at someone.
"...fuck you!" she was screaming. "You're just a fucking guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone but your fucking self."
I finally saw the dark figure standing on the stairs who was Javier. That's who she was yelling at. He was trying to talk calm and rationally to her, but she wouldn't stand it.
"Fucking prick. Just dump me for a goddamn girl, huh? I'm worth it and one day you'll fucking regret it!" she spat.
"That's enough," Alberto told her as he and Papa descended from the stairs.
"I'll tell you when it's fucking enough," she said, pointing her finger at Javier as Papa tried to calm her down. I couldn't even hear him over her yelling. Before I knew it, Javier started yelling back, talking mad-crazy Spanish and cussing her up and down. "If you're going to talk about me, at least say it in English so I can fucking understand you, asshole," she said, beginning to try and throw herself at him.
"Katrina!" Papa said, pushing her away. "Shut up."
"I'm not going to fucking shut up until I tell him how I feel."
"You've said enough," Papa decided.
Javier finished off what he was saying and went back up the stairs.
"Kat, go home," Papa declared.
She was about to keep yelling, but she broke down instead, bawling like a baby. "I don't have anywhere to go," she wailed.
Papa and Alberto glanced at each other and Papa put his arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her down. He rubbed her back softly, murmuring to her in his broken English. I couldn't make anything out and desperately wanted to go hug her myself. Obviously Javier had hurt her pretty badly... I mean, she'd sort of talked about it lately. They'd used to be really good friends and she was telling me that he barely spoke to her since he got a girlfriend. I guess she'd just had enough and decided to let him know how she felt.
The two men led the crying girl up the stairs and out of my line of vision. Within no time, I began to hear them and hopped towards the living room, wanting to be the first to give Kat a big hug. The door opened and she was still bawling and there was a strong smell that I couldn't quite make out. It reminded me of those nights that Papa and his friends sat around drinking Corona, but it wasn't Corona that I smelled. When she was closer, I also noticed a change in her normal characteristics, like she wasn't exactly walking straight and she wasn't looking straight or talking straight. Hm.
"Hey, Kat!" I yelped.
"Lizbeth, go to bed," Papa ordered.
"But Papa!!"
"Now!" he said sternly and I stalked off.
"Lizbeth!" Kat yelled. "I love you!!"
I smiled. "Me too!"
She giggled.
I went to my bed, still listening to them.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Papa scolded, not exactly in proper English.
"I don't care," she murmured back.
"So you don't want a place to sleep tonight? You wanna go back outside and sleep on the streets, or you want a cab so you can go back home and get yelled at from your mom?"
I imagined her shaking her head.
"I'm not going to put up with this shit, Katrina. My daughter doesn't need to be exposed to your crap."
I wished I could go in there and tell Papa that Kat wasn't exposing me to anything and that I was eleven for God's sakes and not to take Kat away from me.
"I know. I shouldn't be drunk in front of her."
I felt a pit in my stomach.
Then Alberto started in. "If you want Javier to listen to you, you need to talk to him when you're sober."
"B-but... I can't."
"And why not?"
"Because I can't."
Keep in mind that I'm translating this since it was in half English and half Spanish. No way would the three of them be talking so proper.
"If you can't do it while sober, you shouldn't talk to him at all," Papa said.
"I know," she answered.
"You can sleep here tonight," they decided and I silently did the happy dance in my head. "But you're getting a spanking tomorrow morning to go with your hangover."
I now imagined Katrina pouting. "Okay," she answered bravely. She was always so much braver than me. I would have pitched a fit! Of course, I guess if given the choice of a spanking or sleeping on the streets, I'd take the former...
I listened as Papa and Alberto discussed quietly where she'd sleep, debating on whether she should sleep with Alberto or me. I kept my fingers crossed that they would decide me, so we could talk all night. Unfortuantely, they decided for her to sleep with Alberto and Papa crawled in bed with me a couple of hours later.
"What's wrong with Kat?" I asked him.
"Nothing. Go to sleep," he replied.
I pouted for a little while, staring out the window and wondering what was going on with the world. Why would anyone find it so necessary to get drunk? Especially Kat, out of all people. She was the coolest person ever.
I was the first to wake up the next morning and I quickly got in the shower, hoping that Kat would take me some place cool since she stayed the night. I dressed myself in a pair of shorts and a tanktop, then watched tv for a little while until the rest of the gang shuffled out of bed. The two men still seemed quite infuriated with Katrina, though I couldn't really blame them even if I didn't understand most of it.
"Lizbeth," Katrina said, clearing her throat and walking towards me. "I wanted to apologize about last night."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I said some really rude things that I know you heard and shouldn't have. And I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like that."
"So why'd you do it? Why'd you come over here?"
She shook her head, on the verge of tears. "I don't know. I did it because I was feeling down and thought it'd help me feel better... and I came over here because I wasn't thinking clearly. I don't know what my problem was. I shouldn't have even drank. And I really don't want to let you down."
"It's okay, you haven't let me down."
"But I did set a bad example for you... and you have to promise me that you won't go and get drunk now just to see what it's like."
I smiled. "You know I wouldn't do that," I said, remembering the time that I'd tried Papa's cigarettes and nearly burned the house down. "Last time I tried something so stupid, I got in big trouble."
"I know," she answered. "But really.. I'm sorry about last night and it won't happen again."
"It's okay," I said and hugged her tightly.
"No, it's really not. Your dad is super upset with me."
"Why?"
"I assume because I'm setting a bad impression for you, not to mention that I could have probably gotten myself arrested last night. I mean, I was just going a little crazy and stuff... he has every reason to be upset. You'll get it one day."
"Is... he going to spank you?" I asked in a shaky voice.
She nodded softly, glancing in Papa and Alberto's direction. They were sitting on the other side of the room, watching tv and arguing about something that I wasn't quite that concerned with.
"Kat! You shouldn't be spanked. Ima tell Papa..."
"No, Lizbeth.. I do deserve it..." she paused. "I'd promised them both that I wouldn't get drunk last night. And I broke the promise. I messed up, big time."
"You promised them?"
"Yeah... I'd told them I was going to party... and they got mad and told me not to drink any because you looked up to me and we argued about it for a little while til I finally said 'fine, I won't drink' and they made me promise. And then I showed up here in that condition, and to top it off, it was in front of you, which is who they specifically didn't want me to see. Yeah, I'm in for it."
"I guess so," I admitted. "I don't like being the reason you're getting spanked, though!"
"Ohhh no! You're not the reason!" she assured me. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have made a promise I couldn't keep, and I shouldn't have come over here anyway. It was my fault. Don't blame yourself!"
"Papa treats me like such a kid sometimes, like I can't handle stuff."
"I know, but he only does it because he cares. It sucks way more when you have parents who don't care at all."
I nodded. "I can imagine."
Before we could continue the conversation any further, Papa and Alberto came over towards the sofa.
"Lizbeth, go get me the hairbrush from the bathroom," Papa ordered.
"But Papa," I began.
"Now, Young Lady, or I'll be using it on you as well."
I gulped and scampered off, fetching the wooden hairbrush and bringing it to him. He ordered me to have a seat on the other side of the room, then plopped down on the sofa, bringing Katrina over his lap.
She shivered slightly when he took her jeans and panties down, but she was so much braver than me. I'd have been bawling already by this point. The hairbrush hurts like hell! But she seemed okay.
Alberto stood to the side, watching as Papa's hand descended on Kat's white cheeks, wasting no time turning them to a deep crimson color. I was wincing with each smack, not wanting to watch her be punished like so. She would only howl out every so often, but kept a straight face for the most part, accepting her punishment.
"Drinking is no good, Katrina," Papa scolded, taking the hairbrush in his hand. "You will not come to my house drunk ever again, do you understand?" he asked, delivering a sharp and quick TWACK! to her already throbbing bottom. She yelped, but quickly regained herself, only to have him smack it down again and again, in quick succession. She kicked her legs and squirmed furiously, using all of her self-control not to reach back and block the smacks.
"Will you ever be that careless again?" Papa asked in Spanish, but apparently Katrina understood because she howled back "Nooo sirrr!!!"
He ended the spanking with two sharp smacks to the sit-spots then lifted her up, giving Alberto his seat on the couch so he could finish it up.
She still hadn't started crying yet. I was nearly to tears just watching the whole thing!
Alberto put her into position and didn't waste any time smacking some sense into her. He whacked her backside with that brush sooo hard and sooo many times that I was jumping up in my seat, wanting to beg him to stop. I didn't, though, for fear of my own fate and worse of all, that she'd just get it even longer and harder.
I felt like I'd been watching the spanking for hours when it was finally over. I guess it only lasted a couple of minutes, but Kat's bottom was realllly dark and looked like it'd be bruising some. Alberto lifted her up and I noted that she had indeed been crying silently for quite some time. Her eyes were red and puffy (just like her bum) and the tears were streaming down. She wiped them away, Alberto helping her tug up her panties back up. She had been wearing baggy jeans, like always, so she didn't mind pulling them up as well. She still winced as she did so, though.
Papa and Alberto both gave her a hug and then I walked over towards her, wiping my own tears away as I embraced her, too.
"Why are you crying?" she whispered.
"Cause you're crying!" I answered. "And I don't like it when you cry."
"Everybody cries."
"But you're so brave," I acknowledged. "I could never take a spanking like that for so long without crying like a baby."
"I'm not as brave as you think I am."
I didn't respond to that because she broke away, wiping her eyes once more.
"I have to go home."
"You hafta?" I begged.
"Yeah. I didn't go home last night. I should probably explain to my mom why."
I poked out my lower lip but quickly caught Papa's admonishing glare. "Well, okay then," I said. "See you tonight?"
"That's right," she answered, winking at me and waving goodbye, disappearing out of the doorway.
Lizbeth's Spiffy Friend
by Breanna Carter
I was sitting by the window on a breezy Saturday night. It'd been one of the nights that Katrina had to work. It was really lonely not getting to see her, since I was used to being with her everyday. Since the summer had started there were only three nights a week that I didn't spend with her, and usually I at least got to see her since she was the main driver for Papa and his friends to get home from work. That's why it amazed me when Papa was dropped off in a white Neon.
"Papa? Where's Kat?" I asked, unfolding myself from the window where I was perched.
"She went out."
I gave a pathetic look.
"Aww, come on, Lizbeth. She comes over here everynight. She wanted to go out and have some fun. But she did say to tell you 'hey.'"
I smiled. "Okay, that works." I hugged Papa and went back to the window, sketching a little and glancing out every so often when the serene air was interrupted by someone talking. I couldn't have been there more than an hour, listening to a show called "Laura" that was on in the other room as I drew, when a green taxi cab pulled up beside the house. I glanced out, trying to see who it was, only to see Kat stumbling out. She pulled some money out of her pocket and I yelled, "Papa! Papa! Kat's here!"
I would have thought he'd have been excited, but instead he told me to stay inside.
"But why?" I whined.
"Just do as I say, Young Lady," he responded and started talking quickly to Alberto who followed him outside.
I went back to my window and pouted, wanting to wave hey to Kat, but by this time she was a little distracted by yelling at someone.
"...fuck you!" she was screaming. "You're just a fucking guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone but your fucking self."
I finally saw the dark figure standing on the stairs who was Javier. That's who she was yelling at. He was trying to talk calm and rationally to her, but she wouldn't stand it.
"Fucking prick. Just dump me for a goddamn girl, huh? I'm worth it and one day you'll fucking regret it!" she spat.
"That's enough," Alberto told her as he and Papa descended from the stairs.
"I'll tell you when it's fucking enough," she said, pointing her finger at Javier as Papa tried to calm her down. I couldn't even hear him over her yelling. Before I knew it, Javier started yelling back, talking mad-crazy Spanish and cussing her up and down. "If you're going to talk about me, at least say it in English so I can fucking understand you, asshole," she said, beginning to try and throw herself at him.
"Katrina!" Papa said, pushing her away. "Shut up."
"I'm not going to fucking shut up until I tell him how I feel."
"You've said enough," Papa decided.
Javier finished off what he was saying and went back up the stairs.
"Kat, go home," Papa declared.
She was about to keep yelling, but she broke down instead, bawling like a baby. "I don't have anywhere to go," she wailed.
Papa and Alberto glanced at each other and Papa put his arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her down. He rubbed her back softly, murmuring to her in his broken English. I couldn't make anything out and desperately wanted to go hug her myself. Obviously Javier had hurt her pretty badly... I mean, she'd sort of talked about it lately. They'd used to be really good friends and she was telling me that he barely spoke to her since he got a girlfriend. I guess she'd just had enough and decided to let him know how she felt.
The two men led the crying girl up the stairs and out of my line of vision. Within no time, I began to hear them and hopped towards the living room, wanting to be the first to give Kat a big hug. The door opened and she was still bawling and there was a strong smell that I couldn't quite make out. It reminded me of those nights that Papa and his friends sat around drinking Corona, but it wasn't Corona that I smelled. When she was closer, I also noticed a change in her normal characteristics, like she wasn't exactly walking straight and she wasn't looking straight or talking straight. Hm.
"Hey, Kat!" I yelped.
"Lizbeth, go to bed," Papa ordered.
"But Papa!!"
"Now!" he said sternly and I stalked off.
"Lizbeth!" Kat yelled. "I love you!!"
I smiled. "Me too!"
She giggled.
I went to my bed, still listening to them.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Papa scolded, not exactly in proper English.
"I don't care," she murmured back.
"So you don't want a place to sleep tonight? You wanna go back outside and sleep on the streets, or you want a cab so you can go back home and get yelled at from your mom?"
I imagined her shaking her head.
"I'm not going to put up with this shit, Katrina. My daughter doesn't need to be exposed to your crap."
I wished I could go in there and tell Papa that Kat wasn't exposing me to anything and that I was eleven for God's sakes and not to take Kat away from me.
"I know. I shouldn't be drunk in front of her."
I felt a pit in my stomach.
Then Alberto started in. "If you want Javier to listen to you, you need to talk to him when you're sober."
"B-but... I can't."
"And why not?"
"Because I can't."
Keep in mind that I'm translating this since it was in half English and half Spanish. No way would the three of them be talking so proper.
"If you can't do it while sober, you shouldn't talk to him at all," Papa said.
"I know," she answered.
"You can sleep here tonight," they decided and I silently did the happy dance in my head. "But you're getting a spanking tomorrow morning to go with your hangover."
I now imagined Katrina pouting. "Okay," she answered bravely. She was always so much braver than me. I would have pitched a fit! Of course, I guess if given the choice of a spanking or sleeping on the streets, I'd take the former...
I listened as Papa and Alberto discussed quietly where she'd sleep, debating on whether she should sleep with Alberto or me. I kept my fingers crossed that they would decide me, so we could talk all night. Unfortuantely, they decided for her to sleep with Alberto and Papa crawled in bed with me a couple of hours later.
"What's wrong with Kat?" I asked him.
"Nothing. Go to sleep," he replied.
I pouted for a little while, staring out the window and wondering what was going on with the world. Why would anyone find it so necessary to get drunk? Especially Kat, out of all people. She was the coolest person ever.
I was the first to wake up the next morning and I quickly got in the shower, hoping that Kat would take me some place cool since she stayed the night. I dressed myself in a pair of shorts and a tanktop, then watched tv for a little while until the rest of the gang shuffled out of bed. The two men still seemed quite infuriated with Katrina, though I couldn't really blame them even if I didn't understand most of it.
"Lizbeth," Katrina said, clearing her throat and walking towards me. "I wanted to apologize about last night."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I said some really rude things that I know you heard and shouldn't have. And I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like that."
"So why'd you do it? Why'd you come over here?"
She shook her head, on the verge of tears. "I don't know. I did it because I was feeling down and thought it'd help me feel better... and I came over here because I wasn't thinking clearly. I don't know what my problem was. I shouldn't have even drank. And I really don't want to let you down."
"It's okay, you haven't let me down."
"But I did set a bad example for you... and you have to promise me that you won't go and get drunk now just to see what it's like."
I smiled. "You know I wouldn't do that," I said, remembering the time that I'd tried Papa's cigarettes and nearly burned the house down. "Last time I tried something so stupid, I got in big trouble."
"I know," she answered. "But really.. I'm sorry about last night and it won't happen again."
"It's okay," I said and hugged her tightly.
"No, it's really not. Your dad is super upset with me."
"Why?"
"I assume because I'm setting a bad impression for you, not to mention that I could have probably gotten myself arrested last night. I mean, I was just going a little crazy and stuff... he has every reason to be upset. You'll get it one day."
"Is... he going to spank you?" I asked in a shaky voice.
She nodded softly, glancing in Papa and Alberto's direction. They were sitting on the other side of the room, watching tv and arguing about something that I wasn't quite that concerned with.
"Kat! You shouldn't be spanked. Ima tell Papa..."
"No, Lizbeth.. I do deserve it..." she paused. "I'd promised them both that I wouldn't get drunk last night. And I broke the promise. I messed up, big time."
"You promised them?"
"Yeah... I'd told them I was going to party... and they got mad and told me not to drink any because you looked up to me and we argued about it for a little while til I finally said 'fine, I won't drink' and they made me promise. And then I showed up here in that condition, and to top it off, it was in front of you, which is who they specifically didn't want me to see. Yeah, I'm in for it."
"I guess so," I admitted. "I don't like being the reason you're getting spanked, though!"
"Ohhh no! You're not the reason!" she assured me. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have made a promise I couldn't keep, and I shouldn't have come over here anyway. It was my fault. Don't blame yourself!"
"Papa treats me like such a kid sometimes, like I can't handle stuff."
"I know, but he only does it because he cares. It sucks way more when you have parents who don't care at all."
I nodded. "I can imagine."
Before we could continue the conversation any further, Papa and Alberto came over towards the sofa.
"Lizbeth, go get me the hairbrush from the bathroom," Papa ordered.
"But Papa," I began.
"Now, Young Lady, or I'll be using it on you as well."
I gulped and scampered off, fetching the wooden hairbrush and bringing it to him. He ordered me to have a seat on the other side of the room, then plopped down on the sofa, bringing Katrina over his lap.
She shivered slightly when he took her jeans and panties down, but she was so much braver than me. I'd have been bawling already by this point. The hairbrush hurts like hell! But she seemed okay.
Alberto stood to the side, watching as Papa's hand descended on Kat's white cheeks, wasting no time turning them to a deep crimson color. I was wincing with each smack, not wanting to watch her be punished like so. She would only howl out every so often, but kept a straight face for the most part, accepting her punishment.
"Drinking is no good, Katrina," Papa scolded, taking the hairbrush in his hand. "You will not come to my house drunk ever again, do you understand?" he asked, delivering a sharp and quick TWACK! to her already throbbing bottom. She yelped, but quickly regained herself, only to have him smack it down again and again, in quick succession. She kicked her legs and squirmed furiously, using all of her self-control not to reach back and block the smacks.
"Will you ever be that careless again?" Papa asked in Spanish, but apparently Katrina understood because she howled back "Nooo sirrr!!!"
He ended the spanking with two sharp smacks to the sit-spots then lifted her up, giving Alberto his seat on the couch so he could finish it up.
She still hadn't started crying yet. I was nearly to tears just watching the whole thing!
Alberto put her into position and didn't waste any time smacking some sense into her. He whacked her backside with that brush sooo hard and sooo many times that I was jumping up in my seat, wanting to beg him to stop. I didn't, though, for fear of my own fate and worse of all, that she'd just get it even longer and harder.
I felt like I'd been watching the spanking for hours when it was finally over. I guess it only lasted a couple of minutes, but Kat's bottom was realllly dark and looked like it'd be bruising some. Alberto lifted her up and I noted that she had indeed been crying silently for quite some time. Her eyes were red and puffy (just like her bum) and the tears were streaming down. She wiped them away, Alberto helping her tug up her panties back up. She had been wearing baggy jeans, like always, so she didn't mind pulling them up as well. She still winced as she did so, though.
Papa and Alberto both gave her a hug and then I walked over towards her, wiping my own tears away as I embraced her, too.
"Why are you crying?" she whispered.
"Cause you're crying!" I answered. "And I don't like it when you cry."
"Everybody cries."
"But you're so brave," I acknowledged. "I could never take a spanking like that for so long without crying like a baby."
"I'm not as brave as you think I am."
I didn't respond to that because she broke away, wiping her eyes once more.
"I have to go home."
"You hafta?" I begged.
"Yeah. I didn't go home last night. I should probably explain to my mom why."
I poked out my lower lip but quickly caught Papa's admonishing glare. "Well, okay then," I said. "See you tonight?"
"That's right," she answered, winking at me and waving goodbye, disappearing out of the doorway.
01 October 2005
Story: Drunken Rampage
What's better than getting drunk and telling off your ex-best friend? Oh, I don't know, maybe getting hauled out by a cute co-worker to whom you confess your love for spanking. And then the next morning you've already forgotten about it and he's already starting to spank you and you're like wtf? Yeah, that was my fantasy. I wrote about it.
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I chugged down my fifth wine cooler, already feeling a good buzz. It was a little after ten on a Saturday night and I was hanging out with a couple of my guy friends, all of whom were more drunk than me and finding it mildly amusing how angry I was at two of my current friends.
"I hate that bitch," I muttered to them, opening a sixth wine cooler.
Joey giggled, drinking his nasty budlight. "And you hate her why?" he asked, tapping his friend so they'd listen up to my rant, again. It'd been about the fourth time I'd repeated the story and they found it more entertaining each time, probably because I added another insult.
"Because she's a hippopotamus and she's stupid and I hate her."
"How's she stupid?" Joey's friend asked after dissolving into giggles.
"Because she wanted to get pregnant and have the babies of a stupid illegal immigrant who already has a fucking wife."
The two boys looked at each other like a couple of daring school girls. "Do you wanna have my babies?" Joey asked. "I'm not illegal or married."
"No thank you," I sneered, drinking some of my wine cooler. Ah, how nice it felt to drown out all of my problems in alcohol. Unhealthy, I'll admit, but it'd been a long time since I'd been able to do that. I hadn't been able to drink away my sorrows since Alex and I had been friends. Alex... the illegal immigrant I was talking about. Yeah, he'd decided to knock some girl up and then was persuaded to treat me like I'm not worthy of his presence.
"Actually, it's the other way around," I told Joey and his friends.
"What's the other way around?"
"He's not worthy of my presence."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Because I'm sooo much better than him and I'm hotter and have a great personality. He's just stupid. He shouldn't be allowed to see me."
"You should tell *him* that," someone said, obviously sick of my complaining.
I glanced at that guy, finishing off my wine cooler in one gulp, then popping another open. As you can imagine, I was feeling excellent. "You know, you're right," I told him, taking a big gulp then attempting to stand up. "But first I have to pee. Is anyone sober enough to drive?" I asked. Before letting anyone answer, I stumbled towards the toilet and took care of my business, not forgetting to wash my hands with soap and water. I get very OCD when I'm drunk.
I somehow made it back to Joey's room and drank the rest of my seventh wine cooler, and finally opening the last one. He'd bought me all those drinks and that just gave me another reason to drink them all. At least it was my excuse.
"So you're going to tell your stupid friends that they're stupid?"
"Damn right I am. Give me the phone. I'm calling a taxi."
Joey threw the cordless phone at me and missed me by inches, but it was okay because I wouldn't have caught it anyway.
"What's the cab number?" I asked.
Joey shrugged, then popped a friend upside the head, asking him to get the phonebook. Instead of getting the phonebook, he asked me to try calling "222-TAXI" because it sounded good enough. Surprisingly, it really was a taxi service!
The man on the other line assured me that a taxi would be waiting outside Joey's apartment within ten minutes. I thanked him a countless number of times, listening to him chuckle. He must have known I was drunk as a skunk...
I hugged Joey and all of his friends, wishing them a fun night. They cheered me on, telling me to tell Alex and his girlfriend off and let them know that I'm worth more than they make me out to be. They were pumping me up so much that I was ecstatic as hell to tell my friend and had to be helped downstairs to the cab.
"Just be careful, for real," Joey said, blue eyes shining.
"Thanks Joey!! You're the best! Thanks for the alcohol!"
"No problem, kiddo... just don't get into any trouble, okay?"
"Me? Trouble? Yeah right!"
He gave me a slight nudge then helped me into the cab where I, once again, began complaining.
".. and THEN she had the fucking nerve to treat me like I wasn't good enough, like I wasn't there for her, like I didn't help bail his ass out of jail. Not to mention that he doesn't even talk to me anymore and... oh, I'm so sorry, I know you don't care, I'm just rambling. You'll have to excuse me, I'm a little drunk."
"I couldn't tell," the cab driver answered, smirking.
"So how about you? Do you have any crappy friends?"
"Everyone has crappy friends."
"And we should let them know how crappy they are, right?"
"If that's what you want to do, then, sure!"
"I bet you're not a crappy friend! You sound like a really nice guy!"
He smiled. "Why, thank you."
"I'm sure plenty of crazy drunk girls have told you that before, huh?"
He didn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me yes, so instead he just pulled up to Mr. Pizza's parking lot, not letting me give him any money for the ride.
"This one's on me. You're a doll," he said. "But be careful tonight, okay? You're not going to drive home, huh? You have a ride?"
"Of course!"
"Well, you know the number, and my name's Pete."
"Thanks, Pete! You're the greatest!" I had the sudden urge to hug him and give him a big kiss on the cheek, but decided against that since I would have never done that when I was sober.
I skipped through the parking lot of Mr. Pizza's, seeing my "friend's" car and narrowing my eyes towards it. I'd gone from being totally happy to being livid. I stormed past the car, trying to open the front door of the restaurant, then noticing that it was locked. It was after ten... they closed at ten.
I stalked around to the back. I was allowed to go in through the back door since I used to work there and my friend was the only manager present. I swung the door open, seeing my Mexican friend, Angelo. Even in my drunken state, he was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. His hair fell past his shoulders as he stood towering over me, a good six feet tall. He was wearing his blue Mr. Pizza's shirt that was tucked in with a belt, showing that he was quite buff. His dark eyes looked deep into mine, and I noticed his beautiful smile and the fact that he was clutching onto a mop. Ugh, he even had beautiful hands!
"Hey Katy!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.
He must have missed the fact that I was stone drunk. "Hey Angelo," I muttered back. "Where's Alex and Amanda?"
He pointed towards the front.
"Thank you very much," I said, nearly tripping over my own feet to get to the front.
As I steered my way through the obstacles of the pizza place, I finally came upon the two figures, sitting near the cash register, talking and not getting a bit of work accomplished. Of course, Alex didn't work there anymore, and Amanda was a manager so she felt as if she didn't have to do anything.
"Oh, hey Kathryn!" Amanda said, as if we should be excited to see each other.
"Don't pull that shit," I spat at her. "Don't 'hey Kathryn' me. Don't try to pretend like you're not a bitch."
She blinked, sort of confused.
"What's your problem?" Alex asked.
"YOU'RE my fucking problem, Alex. You haven't fucking talked to me in months because you're stuck up that bitch's ass and you think that she's a fucking goddess and I know damn good and well that she's not and you're just a stupid little prick who has a FUCKING WIFE in Mexico for god's sake. And you're both stupid for trying to have a goddamn baby. It's going to be the most screwed up little shit because you two don't love each other... it's just in your heads."
Alex glared at me and Amanda looked like she was about to cry.
"Don't fucking look at me like that, Alex," I scowled, getting up in his face. "And don't call me when you need something, 'cause I won't be there. Don't call me when you need someone to drive you somewhere, don't call me when you get put in fucking jail. I won't help you out. I'm through bailing you out of shit. I'm finished with you and her. I'm sick of you two using me. You're just a heartless...." and I went on to say words that even I'm ashamed of, ignoring the fact that a crowd of Mr. Pizza's workers was forming around us.
"Shut up, Kathryn," Alex told me, showing me that his girlfriend was crying.
"You think I give a shit about her? Or you? I don't give a fuck. I don't care anymore. Do you hear me? I DON'T CARE! And you two can go fuck yourselves... or each other... and have more goddamn babies and I won't be there to help it and you can live your sorry asses off the fucking government because you're too goddamn lazy to make anything out of yourselves and..."
Before I could continue, I felt Angelo's hand on my shoulder.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I told him, shooting him a death glare.
He looked at me and said sternly, "You need to go."
"Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere until I tell these motherfuckers what I think of them."
"Kathryn," he said, keeping his cool, unlike some of us (me) who had already turned around and started screaming at Alex again. I was talking out of my ass. I don't even remember what I said. I was probably just repeating myself.
Angelo had had enough and grabbed my upper arm, beginning to pull me away. "Let me GO," I yelled at him.
He was too strong for my fights, and the fact that I was drunk was probably in his favor. "Come on, Kathryn," he told me, pulling me away from the cash register.
"I'm not finished with you two!" I told him. "I'll kill you in your sleep!" By the time I'd said that I was already back towards the door and Angelo shoved me outside.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "You tell them you're going to kill them, they'll call the police on you."
"Fuck them."
"You're acting like a twelve year old."
"I don't care."
"Fine. Go home then."
"I'm not fucking going home until I finish telling them what I think."
"You've told them enough. Go to sleep. Tell them when you're not drunk."
I digested that, then started bawling.
I could feel him rolling his eyes and sighing at me. "What is it?" he asked.
"I don't have a way to get home," I shrieked. "And I can't go! My mom will kill me!"
He sighed, unlocking the door to his car and opening the passenger's side. "Get in, I'll be back out here in a few minutes."
I nodded, still crying. "I'm sorry!!" I wailed.
"Okay," he answered, shutting me inside his car.
I'll have to admit, I only stayed in there a few minutes, but it was boring as hell. I tried to keep myself entertained by playing with the dice that hung from his mirror, but that lasted for about thirty seconds. Finally, as he'd ordered, I lay my head back and tried to get some sleep. Everything was spinning so much that I was scared I might throw up all over his car.
He came outside before I knew it and unbuttoned his Mr. Pizza's shirt, throwing it in the backseat only to be wearing a tight undershirt. It was yummy, to say the least.
I looked up at him with pathetic eyes.
"What?" he asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
"I'm stupid."
He didn't disagree... of course, he didn't agree, either. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I lost it. I was just really pissed."
"I understand why you're mad, but you're drunk. When you're drunk you need to let things be, not go all over town yelling at everyone you're mad at. You'll end up getting yourself arrested... and besides, aren't you too young to be drinking?"
I shrugged.
"Last I heard, you were only seventeen, and the drinking age is twenty-one. So you're lucky as hell that Amanda didn't call the police on you."
I poked out my lower lip in a pout. "But they deserved it."
"They deserved *some* of it, but they also deserved it from the calm, rational Katy that I know."
I gave a pathetic, weak smile. "I know," I murmured, starting to feel sick.
I don't remember the rest of the ride home, just listening to Mexican music that I'd heard before but I can't tell you what it was or what they were saying. In fact, I can't even tell you if Angelo talked to me during that car ride. Just that I kept hiccupping and watching the trees outside my window and trying not to throw up.
When we arrived at his apartment, he helped me out of the car and up the steps. I nearly fell into his arms, but not because of my drunken state, because he was just so beautiful that I wanted him to carry me. I think that was when I thought about something else I wanted from him...
We got inside and I instantly sat down in the middle of the floor, pouting.
"What is it?" he asked, throwing his shirt into the dirty laundry basket and taking his hat off.
I shrugged.
He sighed at me, obviously disappointed in my actions.
"I want a spanking," I whined, out of nowhere. Like I said, I was drunk. In sober conditions, I wouldn't have said that... no one knew about my *secret.*
"A what?" he asked, not comprehending that work in English.
But don't worry, I already knew what it was in Spanish. That was how long I'd wanted to tell him that I wanted him to spank me. "Nalgadas. Quiero nalgadas."
He raised his eyebrows. "Not tonight," he answered.
"Yes!" I said, throwing a fit. "I need nalgadas tonight!"
He took his undershirt off and threw it across the room. "No, we're going to bed," he answered, holding out his hand to help me up.
I just whined more.
"Katy, I'm not going to say it again."
"But what about nalgadas?"
"Tomorrow, okay? Come on," he kept his hand held out, shaking it around so I would put my hand in his and get up.
I shook my head defiantly. "ToNIGHT!"
"Are you a little girl?"
I nodded.
"You sure as hell are acting like a brat."
"I need nalgadas," I said, ignoring the room that was spinning.
"Did you not hear me say you'd get one tomorrow?"
I pouted. "I need it tonight."
"I know that, but it's not like you'd be able to feel it anyway."
"That's a good thing."
"For you it is, for me it's not. Now, get up off the floor and go to bed."
I shook my head.
He sighed in exasperation and grabbed my elbow, lifting me up.
I was whining like a baby, being a defiant little brat like I sometimes had the tendency to do. "Leggoooo!" I cried... and no, I wasn't talking about eggos... I was saying 'let go' but my words were so slurred together.
And just like that, he popped me a good one on my backside. It shocked the hell out of me so much that I stopped whining and fighting.
"Are you going to go to bed like a good girl?" he asked.
I poked out my lower lip, playing into the innocent little girl act. "Yes."
He sternly pulled me towards the bed and plopped down, pulling me towards him. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" he asked, not as annoyed as he'd previously been with me.
"I'm okay," I mumbled, closing my eyes and trying to make sense of what was happening.
He talked to me some more but I was so out of it that I don't think I even responded, just passed out cold.
I didn't sleep very well, and it didn't help that I was waken early in the morning by a tugging at my jeans. "Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, eyes still closed and not really concerned, just thinking about how my stomach wasn't too happy with me.
"Giving you what you asked for last night."
At that point in time, I had no clue what I'd asked for the night before, just let him do what he was doing. He tugged my jeans down to my ankles, then moved his hands towards my panties.
"Heyy!! Angelo...!" I said, turning around to keep him from doing so.
He popped my bottom hard. "Hands away, Kathryn," he scolded. "I'm giving you your 'nalgadas' that you've been asking for and believe me, you're not going to forget this one."
That's when it clicked. Oh shit... "Wait... are you actually going to give me a spanking?"
"Isn't that what this looks like?" he asked, tugging my panties down.
"Wait... nooooo..! I was drunk!"
"I don't care what you were. You asked for it, I'm giving it to you," he answered, moving to the left side of me and holding me down with his left hand.
"Pleasee Angelo... don't do this..." I begged and was amazed that I was begging like so. This was actually what I wanted, but it felt like the right thing to do, you know? Like it was more normal to be begging to not have a spanking..
He swatted my bare bottom and I squealed like a little girl. "I'm going to do this and I'm going to tell you why," he scolded, popping me a couple of more time. I squirmed like crazy, holding onto the blankets to keep from reaching back. "Last night you came into Mr. Pizza's, drunk off your ass," he began, slapping as he spoke, "and said some very disrespectful things to your friends."
"Ooowww!! Angelo!! Please!! They're not my friends!!" I begged. "I'm sorry!!"
"Well, you were very disrespectful, none the less, and I won't tolerate that. And to top it off, I generously allowed you to stay with me and when you got here you acted like a royal brat."
"Ooohhh that hurrttsss!!" I bawled when he started concentrating on my sit spots. I was kicking like crazy and squrming, trying to dodge smacks.
"Be still!" he scolded, smacking harder. It wasn't working too well, though, because I was in so much pain I had no idea how I was supposed to be still! "Is this the first time you've ever been punished like this?"
"Y-yessss," I cried. "It hurrttsss!!"
"Good. So I assume that you won't forget this and next time you'll act more responsibly, huh?"
"I promiseeeee."
He kept on spanking, trying to keep me as still as possible. "If you don't stop moving so much, I'm going to take this belt off."
"Noooo, pleaseee!!" I begged. "I'll be goooood!!"
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! "Yeah, I know you will," he answered, smacking my thighs a couple of times. I howled in pain and bucked up and down.
"Okay, that's it, I've had it," he said.
"Noooooo!!" I wailed. "Pleaseeee!! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
"Get up."
"Pleaseee Angelo," I begged, turning around to note that he was unbuckling his belt.
"I said, get up."
"I'm sorry!!!"
He slid the belt through the loops and held it up, crashing it on my bottom in such a stinging manner that I was up in no time. "Bet you wish you hadn't asked for this last night, huh?" he asked rhetorically and dragged me towards the couch, placing me over the edge. He held me down. "If this doesn't stop your squirming then I'll have to find something else that will, so I suggest you stop," he said, giving me three good whacks with the belt.
I let him hold me there, face buried into the couch, screaming into the cushions. He did it like that for a long time, smacked me three times, then gave me a short break, then spanked three more times. I began crying like a baby about halfway through the smacks, when he started concentrating only on the sitspots. I tried to give him my sincerest of apologies, but it wasn't working since I couldn't talk.
He finally slid the belt back through the loops of his pants and delivered a firm smack on my bottom with his hand. He helped me up, a warm look on his face, inviting me into his arms. "Katy, you're my favorite and I don't want to see you do this to yourself, okay?"
I smiled through the tears. "Okay."
His hand crept down and felt my warm bottom. "Get dressed and we'll go get some lunch."
I wiped the tears out of my eyes, whispering a thank you in his ear then dressing myself. A spanking and free lunch, how much better could my day get?
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