The Stabler Girls. This takes place a loooooong time ago when Bre was 9 and Lenore was 4. So be forewarned, this is slightly different than most of my stories. Special thanks to Lenore for pushing through this even though I whined the whole time hahaha.
Coming Out of The Closet
by Breanna and Lenore
Four-year-old Lenore Stabler stood in her shared room holding a puzzle box in
her hand. She shared the room with her nine-year-old sister, Breanna. It was
after dinner, and time for them to clean up their room. It was a rule. They'd
been told if they cleaned and got done early, they could go to the park for a
little bit. She was humming, as she put her toys away. She was always happy to
help!
Breanna, on the other hand, was a grump. She was ready to go to the park and
didn't want to clean her stupid room first. Cleaning was dumb! She threw the
legos into their box as she pouted, finally folding her arms and huffing. "I
hate cleaning!" she pouted.
Lenore paused midst her cleaning to eye her big sister warily. "Daddy say we
clean, den park!" She reminded her.
"Yeah, but this is going to take foreverrrrr," she whined, closing the box and
throwing it into the closet. That's when she got an idea. "Or, we could just
put it all in the closet!" she exclaimed. "Come on, Lenore, let's do that!
Then we can go to the park sooner!"
"O'tay!" Lenore agreed readily. Anything for the park!
Bre picked up all the dolls and clothes that they had strolled about on the
floor and shoved them into the closet. "Here, hand me that," she said to her
sister.
Lenore handed her the puzzle eagerly, then raced around to find more things to
hand off to her sister.
Within minutes, the room appeared to be spotless -- the girls had successfully
piled everything behind the closet door, closing it before anything spilled out.
"Now we can go!" Bre yelped.
"Yay!" Lenore cheered, clapping her hands excitedly.
"Mommy!" shouted Bre. "Daddy! We're ready!" She took her sister's hand and
ran out of the room down the hall, towards the kitchen where their parents were
putting away dishes.
"All done!" Lenore agreed, nodding her head, laughing as she ran with her
sister.
Kathy turned and smiled at her two little girls, whom she loved dearly. "Get
your shoes on, sweethearts."
"Done already?" Elliot asked, skeptical of the quick manner in which the room
had become magically clean. The girls ignored him, though, and ran to the
living room to put on their shoes. "I don't know about those girls sometimes,"
he said to his wife, closing the cabinet. He gave her a kiss on the top of the
head and went to meet the girls. "Don't forget your jackets," he called.
"I's can'ts do its," Lenore pouted, her shoelaces still undone. "Dey won'ts goes
togethers."
Kathy laughs softly. "Oh, El. They're just children, let them be. They only stay
small for a little while." She followed him, after hanging up the dish towel.
"I'll do it," Bre said, taking her little sister's foot and tying her
shoelaces.
Lenore watches in awe, as her sister ties her shoes for her. "Wow! You's good!"
"Lots of practice."
"Here are your jackets girl," Kathy says, watching them from the living room
doorway.
"Tank-you!" Lenore smiles.
Both girls eagerly went to their mother, allowing her to help them get their
jackets on. She was the more lenient of their parents - she'd let them push the
limits a little more than their father did, but if they did wrong, she'd spank
them herself, or tell them to go to their room and wait for their father to get
home from work. If you asked either of them though, they'd much rather be
spanked by their mother....Though she very rarely did. Breanna could could count
on one hand, how many times her mother had actually spanked her. And Lenore,
well, she couldn't even count at all.
Soon as they had their jackets on, they raced for the front door, their parents
following behind them. The girls giggled as they hurried down the street to the
park. It was on the same street as their house, so there wasn't any roads for
them to have to worry about crossing.
Elliot and Kathy followed along behind their children, holding hands, and
talking to one another softly.
They reached the park and both girls ran off towards the play structure, calling
for their father to come join them.
Elliot kissed his wife, whom laughed, as she watched him run off after the
girls.
Bre ran to the swings first, giggling and shouting "Daddy! Push me!!"
Elliot hurried over and grabbed the chains of the swing, lifting it high above
his head, and letting it go.
Lenore had climbed up onto the play structure with the slides on it. She happily
went down the little ones for awhile, but then wanted to try the big slide. She
climbed to the top, where it was, and froze suddenly, feeling scared.
"Wheeeeeee!!" Bre squealed, soaring through the air, wind blowing her hair back.
She pumped her legs as best as she could, but still allowed her Daddy to push
her every now and then. Elliot chuckled, as he did so, until he noticed his
littlest one crying on the top of the big slide.
Lenore sat there, her face puckered up, as she cried. She wanted to be a big
girl and go down the big girl slide, but it was so high up! What if she fell?
Kathy suddenly appeared behind the little one then, and pulled her into her
lap. "What's wrong Sweetheart?" She asked, smoothing the little girl's hair back
form her face.
"I's scared...." Lenore cried, burying her face into her mother, seeking the
comfort that was being given. "It too high."
Kathy kissed her head lovingly, and rubbed her back. "What if I go down with
you? Would that make it less scary?"
Lenore nodded quietly, glancing up at her mother, her hazel eyes still filled
with tears. "Pwease?"
Kathy moved them so Lenore was in her lap, and held onto her tightly. "Are you
ready?"
"Yesth..." Lenore whispered in a tiny voice after a moment.
"Again! Again!" Lenore insisted, smiling now. "Again, Mommy!"
Kathy laughed, and took the little one back up to go down the slide again.
Eventually Kathy and Lenore, joined Elliot and Breanna on the swings.
The girls played a little more until it started getting too dark, and Elliot
said it was time to go.
"Awww, but we wanna play longerrr!" Bre whined.
"Not tonight," Elliot said, taking her hand.
Lenore sat down in the sand, pouting, her arms crossed over her chest. "No.
We's pway now!"
Kathy stooped down to Lenore and said, "Lenore, honey, you know it's time to
go. Now let's act like a big girl and go home like Daddy said."
"Buts Mom-myyyyyyyy..............." Lenore whined, sticking her lower lip out
further in her pout. "We's wanna pway."
She sighed and Elliot walked towards her. "Lenore, it's time to go," he said
firmly. "Now."
"No," Lenore replied evenly, scowling up at him. It was near her bedtime, and
sometines near bedtime she got cranky.
Elliot, not one to have unlimited patience like his wife, grabbed Lenore by the
arm and planted three firm swats on her bottom.
Lenore immediately wailed, and started to sob, her one little hand flying back.
"Mom-myyyyyyyyyyyyy!" She cried.
Kathy said not a word, as she scooped the sobbing child up into her arms,
ignoring her husband's Look. He often chastised her for being too soft with the
girls, but these were her babies!
Lenore buried her face into her mother's neck, crying her crocodile tears, as
they began to head home.
Elliot shook his head, and holding Breanna's hand once more, followed his wife
and youngest child home.
Once home, Kathy calmly instructed Breanna to get ready for bed, as they had a
big day ahead of them tomorrow. They were going to be going someplace special as
a surprise, which was why they needed to go to bed so early.
Breanna was excited for the next day, so she did as she'd been told, especially
since her Daddy had promised to read them two stories instead of just one!
Kathy got Lenore bathed and dressed into her pajamas, then tucked into her bed.
Sure Lenore had put up a fuss, but she had a mother's touch, and knew how to
calm the small one down.
Lenore lie in her bed, scowling after her mother, who had disappeared the hall
to allow Elliot some time with the girls. Kathy was a stay-at-home Mom, and she
felt it necessary to give her Police Officer husband as much time with the girls
as she could.
Breanna lie in her bed, waiting for their Daddy to come. She knew her mother
would've told them they were ready for him, when she went down the hall.
Elliot came in smiling, as for once his oldest had not put up a fuss about going
to bed early. "So what stories shall we read tonight, ladies?"
"Turtles!" Lenore insisted, referring to her favourite book - Teenage Mutnant
Ninja Turtles: ABC's For A Better Planet.
"Bre?" Elliot asked, glancing at his oldest.
"Peter Pan!"
Elliot nodded, and grabbed both books from their bookshelf.
Elliot took a seat on Lenore's bed, and Breanna climbed out of hers and joined
them on Lenore's bed. They usually had this arrangement, as Lenore was usually
first to fall asleep.
Breanna snuggled up against her father on his right, while Lenore snuggled up on
his left.
Elliot opened up the Turtles book, and read that, then started in on Peter Pan
when he had ifnished. Much to his surprise, both his little girls were still
awake at the end of the stories. Breanna he had expected, as she usually went to
bed a little later, but Lenore was still clinging on stubbornly, not wanting to
sleep just yet.
He tucked Breanna into her bed, after tucking Lenore in. He was just leaving the
room, when his littlest called out to him. "Daddy, I'm cold!"
"Daddy'll get you another blanket then, Kiddo," Elliot replied, heading for the
girls' closet.
Breanna watched, biting her lip anxiously. She'd forgotten they'd shoved all
their things in there carelessly.
Elliot opened the closet door, only to have toys, books, puzzles, and clothes
fall down upon him.
He stood there motionless for a moment, taking deep breaths and counting to
himself in an effort to calm his irritation at the situation. Bre, on the other
hand, was trying to hold in her giggles, but they wouldn't stay in, and before
she knew it she was rolling on the floor with laughter.
Lenore peeked out, hearing her sister laugh. She glanced over and giggled some
too - mostly because her sister was doing it.
Elliot turned around. "Would either of you like to explain this to me?"
"We's cleaned, Daddy," Lenore answered innocently. "Bwe said it makes rwoom
clean faster."
Bre swallowed her laughter as Elliot towered over them now, an angry look on his
face. "We were in a hurry. You just said to pick up our room... you didn't say
to clean the closet..."
"Nobody see da cwoset!" Lenore chimed in, still giggling, unaware their father
was angry. She hugged her teddy bear Mr. Stuffles. "An' Daddy, I's still
cold...."
Kathy, having heard all of the commotion in the girls' room, now poked her head
in side. "Honey, what happened?" She asked.
"Seems these two young ladies decieved us," Elliot replied, pointing to the mess
that now lie upon their floor, in front of the closet. "Apparently, cleaning is
throwing things inside a closet, leaving it to dangerously fall on some
unsuspecting person."
Lenore looked at him, a confused expression upon her small face. What did all
these big words mean?
Breanna chimed in "but you said clean the room, not clean the closet," she
whined. Elliot looked down at her. "You're both getting a spanking for this.
You know that cleaning your room means putting things in their place, not
shoving them all in the closet."
Lenore's eyes went wide and filled with tears, as she dove under her covers for
protection. Her sister had said it was okay to throw everything in the closet!
"Elliot....." Kathy spoke softly, not wanting to undermine him, but really also
wanting to protect her babies from a spanking. "Is it really necessary?"
"Yes, the girls know that when given a chore, they must do it right, or there
must be a consequence. This isn't the first time we've warned them about
cleaning their room right."
"But Daddy, we're sorry!" Bre shrieked, crying. "We'll do it better next time!"
Lenore could be heard crying under her blankets.
Kathy sighed. "If you must....I will be down the hall." She paused. "Girls,
please don't fight your father on this. Trust that he loves you...." She kissed
Breanna's head, and patted the lump that was Lenore under her covers, then left
the room.
Elliot sighed and said, "Okay, Breanna, you're first."
Bre cried more, but followed her Daddy's directions.
Elliot took her over his lap, and pulled her pajama bottoms down. "You're the
oldest Breanna, and you know disregarding rules and doing your chores wrong is
unacceptable," he lectured, as he brought his hand down on her small bottom with
a loud SMACK.
He gave her some stinging swats to her sit-spots and upper thighs. "You are
supposed to show your sister right from wrong, young lady."
Breanna kicked and squirmed over his lap, as he began to spank her harder. Why
did she always land herself into this position? Why?
"Daddyyyyy, I'm sorryyyy!" she wailed, kicking and crying loudly. "I won't do
it againnnnn!"
"You had better not, or your next spanking will be worse!" Elliot stated firmly,
as he peppered her bottom with a flurry of hard spanks. "I expect more from you,
Breanna."
"Owwwwiesssss, yes sirrrrr!"
"And you are NOT to convince your little sister to do wrong either!" Elliot
added, smacking her sit-spot harder than he had before.
By this time, Breanna was bawling and promising him that she would behave, legs
kicking like crazy.
Elliot finished up the spanking, then scooped his oldest into his arms, hugging
her tightly.
She sniffled, burying her face into his chest. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she cried.
"I know, Baby," Elliot soothed. "I know." He kissed her head, and rocked her a
little, before gently lying her on her bed.
She let him tuck her in, then he moved over to Lenore, who had poked her head
out of the blankets to watch her older sister get spanked, but now was hiding
again. "Lenore," he said, taking the blankets off of her.
Lenore looked up at him pouting, her eyes filling with tears. It was her very
best puppy-dog look. Her lower lip also trembled slightly.
He took a deep breath in, then sat down on her bed. He knew that he had to take
a different approach with his youngest, more sensitive child. It was difficult
sometimes, but he did what he could. "You remember last week when Daddy helped
you clean your room?"
Lenore nodded slightly, after thinknig for a moment. "Uh-huhs...."
"And when we cleaned the room, did we just put everything into the closet?"
"No...." Lenore trailed off, shaking her head, as a couple tears slipped down
her small face.
"What did we do with it?"
"We's putted 'em backs where dey goes," Lenore answered softly. "Dey gots homes
to goes backs too."
"That's right. So why did you not tell Breanna that today whenever you were
cleaning the room?"
"'Cause Bwe saids we's goes park faster, an' I's weally wanted to goes
pway....." Lenore explained softly.
"Sweetie, your job was to clean your room first, then go to the park. You did
not do your job right, and you told us you did. That's lying."
"But Bwe say it o'tay...." Lenore whimpered. "Dey didn'ts wanna goes home today,
Daddy."
"I did not!" Bre shouted from her side of the room.
"You saids to puts 'em in da cwoset!" Lenore argued back. "Dat means it o'tay,
'cause YOU saids so."
Elliot interjected, "Enough!" He sighed and looked at Lenore. "If your sister
tells you something different than what Mommy or Daddy tell you, then you are to
ask us first. You knew that Lenore; you're getting a spanking."
"Buts Dad-dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Lenore wailed, her tears falling freely now. "Dats
no fair! I's don' wants one!"
"You know better than to behave like this," he said finally, knowing that she
would not be as obedient as her older sister about getting over his lap. "Come
on, kiddo, over my lap," he began, taking her arm and helping her across.
Lenore struggled with him, shrieking, as she tried to get away.
Elliot held her down as best as he could. "Lenore, I'm sad that you would lie
to Mommy and me about cleaning your room," he said firmly.
"I's sorry!" Lenore insisted, still struggling some.
"I'm glad to hear that," he said, giving her some mild swats over her nightgown.
"And I hope that you never lie to us again, or you will get spanked again, Young
Lady, do you understand?"
"Yesth!" Lenore cried, not happy at all right now.
He gave her a few final swats, seeing that she was sufficiently sorry, and she
would remember this lesson for a while. With that he picked her up, holding her
tightly.
Lenore buried her face into her Daddy, sobbing. She didn't like spankings, not
one bit!
Kathy entered the room, moments later, as she'd heard the spankings stop. It was
motherly instinct to ensure her girls were all right, though she knew Elliot
would never seriously harm them.
Elliot kissed Lenore on the forehead then tucked her into bed. "Goodnight
girls," he said.
Lenore snuggled with Mr. Stuffles, and closed her eyes tiredly.
Kathy kissed her youngest child's head, then moved over to her eldest child.
"Night, Mommy," Bre said, giving her a hug and kiss.
"Night Baby, I love you," Kathy replied, hugging her tightly and kissing her
forehead. "Get some rest. We're leaving early in the morning."
Once sure that both girls were in bed for the night, Kathy followed Elliot out
of the room, and down the hall to theirs. She was glad to have married such a
loving man, who only wanted what was best for their two little girls.
06 September 2011
05 September 2011
Story: Back on Track 2
Misc Story (for now). I think I'm going to deem this series the one I write when I'm half out of it and just want to randomly write at weird times of night without editing it afterwards hehehe. Anyway, Jocelyn is back, and still smoking. This time Alan's the one who spanks her. Like I said, I wrote this quickly, like I did the other one. It might be weird, but um, oh well. At least it's something.
Back on Track 2
by Breanna Carter
It seemed like a good idea when I thought of it. Usually that's how ideas go, right? Well, I had been smoking it up in my friend's apartment munching on marshmallow popcorn when the idea crossed my mind. I hadn't seen my friend, Chase, in a long time. He only lived about six hours away, a short drive through the middle of nowhere in the mountains, and I could spend the evening with him, getting stoned and doing whatever other things teenagers like doing when they have some alone time. Since Jon was out of town, that meant I could do whatever I wanted. Alan was busy with work lately and probably wouldn't even notice when I got home. That was the plan, anyway.
When I got on the road I quickly realized how bad of an idea this was. After all, it was already afternoon, I wouldn't make it to see him until about 7pm, and then I'd have to drive another 6 hours home at some point. Chase lived in a dorm, so I couldn't just crash at his house, and I really needed to be home before Alan woke up the next morning.
But did I turn around? No. I kept driving, taking in the scenery, cursing the radio when there wasn't a station within reach. It was actually quite amazing and liberating for a while.
I had a good time with Chase. We smoked a few bowls, fooled around, watched tv and ordered a pizza. I could definitely get used to college life.
But alas, around 10pm, I realized that I must head home.
"Awww, come on, Jocelyn, just stay here for the night. It's late and the weather isn't so great through the mountains at night," Chase told me.
"Nah, I'll be fine."
"Really, you can stay here."
"Just be careful," he said, standing up and opening the door for me.
He walked me to my car, making me promise another 10 times that I'd be careful before finally giving me a hug and waving me off.
Thankful to be alone again, and to have some extra weed for the ride, I headed through the place where they invented the term the middle of nowhere. There was literally nothing on the road. All I could see were stars and the occasional gas station. I put in a happy cd and gazed at the stars mostly, trying to pay attention to the highway. Not that many people were on it anyway at this time of night.
Around 2am, three hours from home, I had to stop for gas. I was super hungry and by this time had run out of munchies, so I stocked up on food at the station and rolled a joint in the parking lot. I smoked as I got back on the highway, now tired of my cd and listening to talk radio. It was the British news station and for some reason I found their accents oddly satisfying. And anytime they asked each other a question, I tried to answer in a British accent. Hey, it kept me entertained!
I was so tired by the time I got back into town that I was just ready to pass out. It was refreshing to see traffic, but slightly scary to see that the sky was getting brighter. I couldn't believe that I'd been out all night. I was so delirious and somewhat stoned… it was ridiculous.
I stumbled in up the stairs to my porch around 5:30am. It took me a minute to find my key, and another minute to get it in the lock, but eventually i pried the door open. I eased it shut behind me, only to realize that Alan was awake, sitting on the sofa.
"Hey," I said nonchalantly, like there was nothing wrong with the fact that I was coming home at 5:30 in the morning.
Alan raised his eyebrows, setting his laptop aside. "You're home late?"
I shrugged and tried to hurry past him up the stairs, because if I could just make it to my room, I would be safe.
"Wait, not so fast," he said, standing up and meeting me near the stairs. "Where have you been?"
"Out," I answered. He looked at me, waiting for a longer explanation, and I said, "at a friend's house. But look, I'm tired, it's really late, can we just talk about this tomorrow?"
He was kind of taken aback by the amount of snappiness in my voice, and softened up a little. "What have you been doing?" he asked curiously, in a voice that made my stomach churn.
"N-nothing," I stammered. "Just hanging out. I thought I could, since Jon was gone. You said I could go out."
"Something tells me there's more to this than you were 'just hanging out'," he said. He paused for a moment, and when I didn't speak he asked: "Have you been smoking?"
I stopped breathing for a second. "No," I said. Too late… I'd taken that pause… the one that gave it away I was lying.
He peered down at me and I tried not to chew on my lip and give away the fact that i was guilty. "Jocelyn… I don't like this…" he said as if warning me that he was about to get really angry if I didn't do something to make this sound any better.
"Okay, I did smoke a little tonight, but really, I'm fine right now, I was fine to drive, it wasn't very far, but I'm really tired, can I please go to sleep?"
"Wait… you smoked tonight, and then you drove?"
"No, not like, um, that…" I said. "I just hung out with my friends, and later when I wasn't high anymore, then I drove home?"
Alan folded his arms. "Where were you? And why on earth were you leaving there so late?"
"Well, I was at a friend's house, and we, um, kind of lost track of time."
He looked at me, waiting for an elaboration.
"What? Do you want details on what we were doing?" I asked.
"No, I want you to cut the bullshit and tell me what happened."
I squirmed slightly, seeing the serious expression on his face. It gave me the chills. "Alan, please don't be mad," I told him, tears forming in my eyes. "Please…" I begged.
He only waited.
So I told him. "I was with Chase…"
"What, was he in town or something?"
"Or something…"
"What?"
"What?"
"Wait, you went to see Chase?!"
I didn't say anything, kind of just stared at the couch for a minute until it hit him what I was saying.
"Six hours away?! Are you crazy? And you drove like this?!"
Before I could respond, he grabbed ahold of my ear, dragging me toward the sofa. "Wait, no, Alan, ow, just a sec, wait, stop, I'm sorry!" I said. "I can explain!"
He sat down and pulled me over his lap.
"Alan, please."
"Go ahead," he answered, resting his arms on my back. "What would you like to explain?"
"I'm really, really sorry. I feel awful about it, but I couldn't stay up there with him, and I'd already smoked when I realized it, and I wasn't that impaired, I was driving fine."
"Are you kidding me? Do you even realize how dangerous that is, Jocelyn?"
"Yes, I know, and I'm really sorry." I started sniffling, half crying as if to prove my point. "I won't do it again, I promise," I said, looking back at him now with a super innocent look on my face.
"You could have killed yourself! Or someone else!" He landed a hard smack to my bottom, and then another, and then: "This is the most irresponsible thing that I have ever heard of!" followed by a few more hard smacks.
"Owwww!! Alan!" I cried, kicking slightly. "I'm really sorry!" I tried to move my hand back to block the smacks, but he caught it before I could.
"I cannot believe this," was all he could say, continuing the spanking. He hit me hard and semi-fast, certainly causing my bum to turn red very quickly. And while it wasn't nearly as hard as the spankings Jon gave me, it felt as bad and I was crying like crazy.
"Alan, I'm sorry," I repeated.
He concentrated on my sit spots for a few swats, and then gave a final set of hard smacks, before letting me up. My hands immediately few to my bottom, trying to rub out the sting.
I thought that Alan was going to give me a hug and send me to bed, but again, I was surprised. You know how I mentioned before that my brothers don't get mad about much, but when they get mad, they get MAD? Yeah… well, Alan was MAD. He grabbed my ear again and hauled me up the stairs, to the bathroom, turning the water on super cold. "Get in."
By this time I was not only shocked, but slightly scared. I don't know if I'd ever seen Alan this upset with me before. "But… Alan…" I began, crying again. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are, and I'm sorry, too. You're my little sister, and you did something really stupid tonight. I'm going to punish you properly to ensure that this behavior does not continue." I'd never heard this side of him before. It was worrying me so much. "Shower," he said. I heard his voice shake slightly, and I think that's what broke me down. He was really that worried about me… I didn't want to be in trouble, but what the hell had I done?
He allowed me some privacy to shower, and I turned the water to be warmer because a cold shower was definitely not happening. The problem was that after a good smoke, and a hot shower, sleep was supposed to follow. And I was sure that Alan had something else planned.
And oh, did he. When I emerged from the shower fresh and clean and less stoned, he stood outside his door, belt in hand. This didn't look too good.
"Come on," he said firmly.
I, still in my towel, started to panic. "Can't I dry off and put my pjs on first?"
He didn't answer me, just took my ear again and brought me into my room. I noticed that my jacket was on my bed and the bag of weed on top of it. Shit.
"Care to explain this?" he asked.
"I forgot I had it."
"So let me get this straight," he began, pacing behind me. "You drove to see Chase, got high with him, then drove back home, until nearly six in the morning, through the mountainous countryside where anything could've happened to you while you were stoned and with a bag of weed in your pocket? It's a miracle that you're still alive and out of jail! It's a miracle that you made it home in one piece!" I hung my head, feeling bad for what I'd done. "Is there anything else I should know about?"
I shook my head, sniffling, the tears now genuine.
"You are going to get the spanking of your life, little sister," he told me. "And you know you deserve it, don't you?"
I couldn't answer.
"Well? Are you going to say that you don't deserve it?"
"No…" I muttered. "I guess I do…"
"You guess," he repeated, chuckling slightly. I heard the belt buckle jingle a bit, sending a shiver up my spine. "You'll be lucky if I don't tell Jon about this," he said in an admonishing tone. "Over the bed," he commanded.
"Alan, please, I'm really sorry…" I felt a bead of water slip down my neck, and the realization of how much a spanking would suck on wet skin finally hit me. Luckily I'd mostly dried myself off… but still…
Instead of arguing with me, Alan just gave me a slight push, until I finally got into the position he wanted.
I began crying, burying my face in my hands. "I'm sorryyyyy," I sobbed.
He lifted my towel up to expose my bottom. By now the hand spanking he'd given me had worn off, something I expected that the belt spanking wouldn't do for a while. Thinking about that just made me cry more.
"This immature, irresponsible behavior will not continue, Jocelyn," Alan scolded, now bringing down the belt from hell onto my bottom. I cried out and squirmed, only to be greeted by another smack, equally hard, and surely leaving a bright red stripe on my backside. I kept my hands in front of me best as I could, kicking slightly, trying to endure the next lashes.
"I'll be goooooooood, I promiseeee!" I howled.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Young Lady," he said, pausing for a moment to move around to the other side of me. I cried harder. "You know better than this." He then brought the belt down again and again, on both my bottom and sit spots. The sound of leather-meeting-skin echoed through the house as the sun began to rise. I felt my bottom warming up, too, and knew that it must be a bright shade of red by this time. It was aching so much, I didn't know how much more I could take.
"Are you learning your lesson?" he asked.
"Yessssss!" I cried.
"What have you learned?"
"That I shouldn't smoke or drive after smoking or be irresponsible or unsafe," I said, sniffling, and crying more. My eyes were red and puffy, and I tried to wipe the tears away but they kept coming.
He gave me another couple of lashes with the belt, causing me to cry out again.
"Jocelyn, I care about you a lot," he added. "It hurts me to see you put yourself in danger like that. I worry about you."
I nodded, still crying, feeling awful for everything that I'd done, and the consequences of those actions. He finally set the belt down and sat next to me on the bed. He lifted me up slightly and I looked at him to see him back to normal now. Softer, more smile-y, more like the brother I knew. I let him hug me and I promised to behave from now on.
"Will you read me a bedtime story?" I asked him suddenly through my tears.
He looked down at me.
"Remember how you used to read me bedtime stories all the time when we were kids? You loved reading, and Mom thought it would help you practice, and then you just kept on doing it…" I almost started crying again, remembering him reading me stories anytime I needed comfort… if i was scared during a thunderstorm, anxious about school, or sad about my mother's death. And I wanted that same comfort tonight.
"Of course I will," he said. "Get your pajamas on, I'll go turn off the lights downstairs and lock up then come read to you."
I smiled and slipped on some tinkerbell pjs… I was feeling like a kid all of a sudden. As I walked to my bookshelf to get the book I wanted him to read out of, I passed my mirror. Curiosity got the best of me and I had to see the damage done. I pulled down my pajama pants a bit to see my red bum. My mouth dropped in awe… he had really given it to me good. It looked like I wouldn't forget this one for a while.
I pulled my pants back up and grabbed the book, flopping onto my bed -- on my tummy of course. Shortly thereafter, Alan came in and scooted me over, sitting next to me as he read my favorite story.
"Once upon a time…"
I yawned and before I knew it, drifted off to sleep.
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