Story: Drag Race

Misc Story.  Ashley and her friend go to a party, get drunk, then decide to participate in a drag race.

Drag Race
by Breanna Carter

I was ecstatic. Not only was I visiting my old city that I used to live in, but I was also allowed to hang out with some friends who were throwing a smashing party. Of course, Kevin didn’t know about the smashing party. But he had indeed agreed to let me hang out with my friend, Hannah. I was so ecstatic that it only took me about 15 minutes to get ready and run out of the hotel room waving goodbye to the guys that were already like my family. Here I was, 15 years old, not a worry in the world. My parents had died and I was an orphan for a while, that is, until I met Kevin and he said he wanted to take me in. Which was probably the best moment of my life. So he adopted me, and I hung out with him and his best friends, the guys he was in a band with. Those were the best days of my life, going on tour with them, just hanging out and being one big family. I enjoyed having a family for once.

Anyway, as I was saying, I skipped out of the hotel and nearly ran straight into Hannah. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, tackling me in a hug.

“No, not quite, but close enough,” I smirked.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she exclaimed as she hugged me tighter.

“I know, I know. Loosen up, will ya? You’re going to suffocate me before we even leave the building.”

She blushed a little bit but let go. “I’m so happy to see you again, Ash. Are you ready for the party tonight?”

“You know it,” I said, grinning. She half-dragged me out of the very expensive hotel lobby, as the lady at the front desk told us goodbye and we grinned telling her bye as well.

“This hotel is grand,” Hannah said, jamming the key into her ignition.

“It’s cool having a rich guardian.”

“I bet.” I grinned widely as we drove into the sunset, arriving at Brett’s house before we knew it. “We’re here,” Hannah said. She smiled and opened her car door and I followed her inside the cozy house. I was hit by loud music, some kind of death metal stuff that I didn’t really listen to, or like for that matter. Brett met us at the entranceway.

“Ah, well hello,” he said extending his hand towards us. He wore super baggy jeans and a T shirt that had a weird Satanic picture on it and a band’s name that I had never heard of, but he was definitely very sexy. I shook his hand and blushed furiously cause he was so freakin’ hott.

“Brett, this is my friend, Ashley.”

“Heya, Ashley.”

“Hi,” I said, blushing a little more. We made our way inside the house. It wasn’t nothing compared to the house I lived in, but it was comfortable. Not too big, not too small, plenty of people were inside, most of them just talking, a few smoking, nearly everyone drinking. I declined every drink that was offered to me, not too keen on the idea of getting drunk off my ass and being dragged home.

The party was still going full blast whenever Hannah came up to me next to a few other super hott guys. “Hey,” one of them said, slipping an arm around my waiste.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Hey, Ash,” Hannah said, “we’re going to go down to the parkway, where they have all the drag races and stuff. Wanna come with us? We’re coming back by here later, so if you wanna stay, you can.”

I grinned. Me? Decline on an offer to hang out with sexy guys and my best friends? Hah, yeah right. “Hell yeah I wanna go,” I said, even though I was having a good time talking with some old friends and meeting new ones.

Hannah just smiled and the guy whose hand was around my waiste led me out of the door and outside where the music wasn’t as loud. “I’m Chase, by the way,” he said.

“Oh, yeah. I’m Ashley.”

I piled up in Hannah’s car with Chase and one of his friends, and the other guys, two of them, and another girl piled up in another car. We blared music the entire way there, good stuff this time, and talked loudly over it, but basically just sang along, Hannah and me being the only sober people in there.

Whenever we got to the parkway, I didn’t even know that’s where we were. I don’t know what I was expecting. Drag racing was illegal, it wasn’t like they were going to have checkered flags and a starting line and people sitting in stands rooting for their favorite car. And of course, nothing like this was there. In fact, it really just looked like people sitting down on the river front, talking and having a good time.

We hopped out of Hannah’s car. “We’re here?” I asked, looking around at the empty highway in front of me, and the people sitting on the grass gazing at two cars that were on the highway, a yellow one and a blue one. I didn’t know, nor care, what type of cars they were. Finally they sped by me, the yellow one in the front, the blue one trailing until it was almost the end, a few miles down the highway. There were yells and screams from the crowd and some other people who were closer by the riverfront began cheering too.

“Hannahhhhh,” a drunken voice said then fell onto Hannah in a hug.

“Hey, baby,” she said, patting the boy on the head. “How are ya?”

“Drunk,” he replied then stood up and grinned. “How are you?”

“I’m great. Guys,” she called to the group of people as we walked towards them, “this is my friend Ashley. I know some of you remember her...”

“Ashleyyyyyyy,” the drunk boy said then fell onto me in a hug.

“Uhm, hi,” I said nervously. I was about to say something, but was interrupted by voices approaching us.

“My car can kick your ass, dude.”

“No way, man, my car definitely is better.”

“Nope.”

“Yep.”

They stopped instantly as they arrived to us. “John says that he can beat me. Wanna take bets on it?”

Everyone started an instant chatter, looking around at the cars and telling which ones would win. Everyone put five dollars down on their choice of car, and some people put ten down. I, on the other hand, just stood there and watched.

“Have a drink?” the drunk boy said, shoving a sprite in my hand. It was against my better judgement, but I figured, what the hell. Hannah is the designated driver, I might as well. So I gratefully accepted the drink and took a huge gulp, which was the first mistake, seeing as it wasn’t sprite at all.

“Jesus Christ, what is this shit?”

“Smirnoff,” he smirked. “Yummy?”

I took another sip then grinned, pleased with myself. “Very yummy.”

I watched as the next two cars lined up and sped down the highway, the guy whose name was John actually winning, though most of the people betted against him. He seemed pleased with himself and so did his fans.

“... don’t you race, Hannah?” John asked.

“Why WOULD I race?”

“She knows her car wouldn’t do worth a shit,” someone says.

“Sure it would,” Hannah defended. “I just don’t feel like racing, that’s all.”

The guy shrugged. “Whatever.”

She kind of blushed a little and looked at me for some moral support. I drank the last sip of my drink and then said, “I’ll do it. That is, if Hannah doesn’t mind...”

Hannah smiled a bit, and blushed some more, obviously debating in her head on whether or not to let me drive her car. After all, I was underage, I only had a learner’s permit. I could probably have used some more practice, but it was better than those guys hassling her about it. Besides, I’m sure her car could race perfectly fine. I knew Hannah wouldn’t race it, though, cause she’d be a nervous wreck. She had always been like that.

“I’ll race you then,” the jerk guy who had said that Hannah was too chicken said.

I looked back at Hannah. “Fine,” she said, loudly. “She’ll beat you, too. Cause my car kicks ass!”

I giggled a bit and she threw me the keys. I started up the car, backed out carefully, looking at the crowd that was already cheering me on. Frankly, more people liked me than that annoying guy.

I sat at the starting line for a minute, next to him until he started counting down.

3... 2... 1....

We sped off. I was in the lead. I was winning. He got in front of me for a minute, but then fell back behind as I was flooring the gas. 80, 90, 100, 105, 110, 115.....

The next thing I noticed was the flashing lights behind me. My speed had increased to 120 and I looked beside me to see that nothing was there. I looked in the rearview mirror once more, and the asshole’s car was out of shit. My body began shaking like crazy and I slowed down, the lights still flashing behind me. Finally I pulled over and took a deep breath in. I had almost made it to the finish line...

“License and registration, please,” the officer said in a very unamused voice.

“Er, officer..” I said, fumbling through my head to make up an excuse. “I...”

“Hand me your license and registration.”

I looked through the glovebox trying to find the registration. I had no idea what the registration even looked like. “Uhmm... is this it?” I asked, handing up a sheet of paper.”

“Ma’am, is this your car?”

“Uhmmm, no sir,” I stuttered.

“Whose is it?”

“My friend's.”

“Where is your license?”

I searched through my wallet that was in my back pocket and found my learner’s permit then handed it to him. He peeked at me from over the permit.

“I need you to step out of the car.”

“I... um... please, sir...”

“Now,” he ordered.

Scared half to death, I complied, stepping outside of the car and meeting him face to face. He was a good 4 inches taller than me, and a bit chubby.

“Where is your friend?” he asked in the same stern voice.

“Uhmmm, back there,” I said, pointing to the group of people where I saw more sirens.

“Very well. Come with me.” I followed him to the car where we stood for a moment, he talking to someone on his walkie talkie and scribbling down stuff on a pad. I was almost to tears being so scared... but maybe they’d let me off easy. “... minor driving a --” he broke off and looked at me. “Have you been drinking?” he asked, sniffing the air.

“Erm..” I muttered. “I had a little..” I said, deciding that the truth would be better in this case. A breathalizer test would insure that I had indeed been drinking, and I’d get into more trouble that way.

Before he could say more, another police car arrived behind him and a woman stepped out. She couldn’t have been older than 30, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The male officer finished his sentence, describing the car to the other person and the woman said, “okay, hands on the car, legs apart.”

I shuttered a little bit as I remembered movies where people had been molested after an officer told them that. Once again, though, I complied, hoping that it would help me get off a bit easier. The woman padded me down, searching in my pockets and things then took my right hand and cuffed it, then took my left hand and cuffed it, too, and just like that, I was unable to move my arms at all. She opened the male officer’s back seat and halfway pushed me inside then slammed the door in my face. The noise from outside faded, but I could still hear the nervous ringing in my ears. My heart was still pounding inside my chest and I couldn’t do anything but sit there and refrain from crying. I had been arrested... Kevin wouldn’t be very pleased if he had to find out. But maybe they were just going to take me to the hotel and I wouldn’t have to tell him.

I saw the woman officer drive back past me, the drunk guy and the asshole in her backseat, both muttering insanely. A pit of guilt settled in my stomach, making me want to cry more. But before I had the chance, the front door opened and the officer chunked his notepad inside and plopped himself down in front of the steering wheel.

“Miss Ashley. 15 years old, drag racing and under the influence of alcohol. Were you actually trying to kill yourself?”

I said nothing. I felt bad enough as it was, I didn’t need this guy to make me feel worse.

He slammed his door shut and drove off, leaving Hannah’s car on the side of the road. “What’re we going to do about my friend’s car?”

“She’s getting the keys back, as she wasn’t drinking or racing.”

I nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble. The officer didn’t speak to me the entire way there. Instead, we listened to the constant chatter of policemen on the walkie talkies, having rather interesting conversations I might say. If I hadn’t have been in so much trouble, they would have been indeed very amusing.

We arrived to the juvenile detention center at 12:30 in the morning. The officer opened my back door for me and escorted me inside, finally uncuffing me and such. I ended up in front of a desk where I was fingerprinted and photographed. “I need you to call your parent or guardian,” the monotone lady said then handed me a phone. My hands shook nervously as I dialed Kevin’s cell phone number, praying that he wouldn’t answer...

“Hello?” she sleepy voice answered. I noticed that it wasn’t Kevin, but Brian, his friend, instead.

“Hey, Brian,” I tried to say, sounding all cheerful.

“Hey,” he said, still half asleep.

“Is Kevin there?”

“Nope, sure isn’t. He downtown with the other guys.”

“Ohhh,” I said, then figured that since Brian was over 21, he might as well come and pick me up himself. “Well, think you can come pick me up?”

“Sure thing, kid. Where are ya?” I could hear his voice getting less sleepy and heard him get off of the bed.

“At the juvenile detention center place,” I said, yawning as if it was nothing at all.

“What?!?!?”

“Uhmmm,” I mumbled.

“What the hell happened?”

“I uh, kinda got into some trouble. Can you pick me up?”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The phone clicked in my ear and I handed the woman her phone back then sat down on the chair in front of her desk. I waited for what seemed like two seconds until Brian appeared behind me, hair messed up, eyes raging with anger.

“Hello,” the woman said, standing up and shaking his hand.

Brian nodded a hello and sat down next to me.

“Ashley’s gotten into a bit of trouble. Driving without a license, under the influence of alcohol, speeding...”

Brian glared at me, but I just gave a half smile back.

“Due to her cooperation and age, and the fact that she isn’t even a residence of this county, we decided to let her off with a warning, this time.”

I sighed heavily. Ahh, relief.

“I do not want to see this again, though,” she said, looking at me. “What you did was very dangerous. You could have killed yourself or someone else.”

I nodded.

“Don’t worry,” Brian said, “it won’t happen again.”

The woman smiled. “I’m sure it won’t.” She stood as if dismissing us so we did, too, then she shook our hands and Brian led me out of the door. He said nothing to me, didn’t seemed angry at all, though his clouded eyes showed me that he was still pretty upset.

I didn’t speak to him the entire way there, even after we pulled into the hotel parking lot and walked to the elevators. We finally arrived to our floor and he led me to his room where he unlocked the door and halfway pushed me in.

“What?” I said, referring to the fact that he was still pissed at me. “Come on, Bri, it wasn’t that big of a deal... I just wanna go to my room and get some sleep.”

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bed, blocking the doorway so I could not get out.

I sighed loudly and plopped myself down on his untidy bed. “What?” I muttered.

“What in the hell do you think you were doing?!” he asked in a sudden yell.

“Uhmmm,” I said, trying to think of a good excuse in my head. “I was just driving for a little while... besides...”

“Besides nothing. You don’t have your license yet and you were going 120. 120!”

“That’s not... too... fast.”

“Not too fast? And you were drinking? What the hell were you thinking?”

“Uhmmmm, I was thinking that it would be fun...”

“Fun? Would it be fun if you ended up in a ditch and nobody knew where you were cause we all thought you were going to your friend’s house? Would it be fun whenever you killed someone, or even yourself? I don’t see any fun in this...”

“I didn’t know I would get caught..”

“Is that all your sorry for? Getting caught?”

“Well, I wish I hadn’t been...”

“You’re 15 years old! You can’t go ruining your life by drinking and driving. You’ll end up dead before you graduate.”

I ignored him and looked off at the wall, that wasn’t very interesting, but more interesting than looking at Brian who was still furious with me. “Can’t believe you, Ashley.” He stopped speaking, suddenly, then said, “okay, I’m going to punish you for this.”

“Que?” I said, Spanish for ‘what?’

“I’m going to punish you. I’ll punish you and whenever you tell Kev, I’ll tell him that I took care of it, but I don’ t know what time he’s coming home tonight and I’m not going to just wait, especially with the attitude that you’re having.”

“What attitude!” I spat out.

“That one,” he said, voice almost calm.

“This is stupid!” I screamed. “I didn’t hurt anyone, didn’t get arrested, I’m not in jail, you should just get over it!”

“Thank God that none of that happened. But it could have and..”

I sighed loudly then stood up. “No,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to my room now where I can sit on my own bed and have a little bit of fucking peace!” I turned around and tried to storm out of the room, but Brian caught my arm.

“Don’t you use that tone with me and walk off while I’m talking to you!” he said. I tried to jerk away from his grip but he pulled me closer to him.

“Let me go!” I screamed.

Surprisingly, he let go. “I won’t have this, Ashley. If you’ll just do what I tell you, it’ll be much easier and...”

“Much easier my ass,” I said, trying to push past him again, but he stood right in front of me. I don’t know what I was thinking... but something inside me told me to... and I pushed him, hard. It didn’t hurt him any, couldn’t have. He barely moved back, but he moved back enough to give me a little space and get closer to the door. He grabbed my arm again and I kicked him in the shin. That did it all.

He gripped me tighter than he had before and dragged me over to the bed where he sat down. “Young lady, you will NOT push me or kick me ever again!” he said, still holding me with his right hand and moving towards my pants with his left.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said in almost a whisper, already knowing what he was about to do...

“And you will not use that type of language with me either. You are acting very childish, Ashley. And you need to stop.” His left hand landed on the button of my pants and he unbuttoned them.

“No!” I said, trying to pull away again. That didn’t stop him any, he just kept at what he was doing and soon enough, my pants fell to the floor and i stood in front of one of my best friends in only my t-shirt and panties, trying to wiggle free from his grip.

“Stop it,” he said sternly. The next thing he did was totally unexpected... he yanked me over his lap and pulled my panties down to my knees.

“What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m 15! That’s too old!” I protested, having never been spanked before in my life.

“If you really were 15, you would act like it!” he said then landed a sharp smack in the center of my bottom.

“Owwwwww!” I whined. It hurt way much more than I had every thought it would...

He gave me five hard smacks on my right cheek, not even giving me time to breathe between each one. “Ow!” I exclaimed after every smack. Then he landed five more on my left cheek, causing me to yelp in pain.

“Owwwwwwww,” I whined, louder now. “Stopppppp,” I said, kicking my legs again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“Ashley, you know better than to drive without your license.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“And you know better than to drink.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“And you know better than to drag race like that.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“And you will NEVER hit me like that again, understand me?”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“Owwwwwww,” I still whined after each smack, now begging him as I felt my bottom getting warmer and warmer...

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

He lay his hand down on my bottom for a moment, giving me a bit of a break. It hurt like crazy, but I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t do that...

He stood me up and allowed me to pull my pants and panties back up. “You’ll stay in here until Kevin gets back,” he ordered, and from the previous experience I decided not to tell him what I was thinking but instead I huffed loudly and folded my arms.

I debated in my mind on whether or not to sit down on the bed. My bottom still stung like crazy, and whenever I had tried to rub the sting out, to no avail cause it still stung like crazy, I felt how hot my bottom was, and knew for sure that it would probably hurt more whenever I sat down. I had never been spanked before... and believe me, it hurt way more than I had always thought it would.

Of course, I didn’t have to debate long on whether or not to sit down, because moments later I heard a knock out the door and Brian walked over to get it. “Ah, hello...”

“Hey,” I heard the familiar voice say. I got my hopes up, seeing that it was Kevin, and knew he would see my side of this... “Have you heard from Ashley?”

“Actually...” Brian said, then turned around to face me, “she’s here. We have something we need to discuss with you.”

I knew that Kevin now wore a look of confusion as Brian led him into the room. He saw me standing there, still rubbing my bottom absentmindedly, and said, “what happened?”

Brian sat down on the bed next to me and Kevin just stood there, towering over me. The difference in our heighth was definitely noticable now...

I looked at Brian and he looked back at me. Obviously, he wanted me to explain it. “He hit me!” I spat out, the anger in my body catching up with me.

“What?” Kevin asked, voice full of confusion.

“He hit me!” I shouted again. “He was mad and he just started hitting me and it isn’t fair!”

“Why did he hit you?”

I didn’t say anything, just held back my anger.

“Well?”

“Cause I asked him to come pick me up, and he was mad. So he hit me!”

Kevin glanced at Brian, knowing that I wasn’t telling the entire story. “Young lady,” Kevin said in a threatening voice, “tell me exactly what happened and no messing around,” he warned. The tone of his voice told me that he wasn’t on my side.

“I was just having some fun and we got picked up by the cops and I called and you weren’t home and Brian decided he’d hit me instead.”

“Having fun doing what?” he asked.

I couldn’t answer this. The pit in my stomach had now moved to my throat and I was truly feeling bad about what I had done, or most likely, about getting caught. I couldn’t speak or I’d cry... I’d break down and cry like a baby. And I couldn’t let Brian see that he had won.

“Ashley, what were you doing?” Kevin repeated.

But I still did not answer. He looked over to Brian who had not spoken at all.

“What was she doing?”

Brian looked at me and seeing that I wasn’t planning on saying it any time soon he said, “she was racing some kid in someone else’s car while she was drunk.”

“I wasn’t drunk!” I defended.

“And she called me and I had to pick her up from the police station. But luckily the let her go with a warning because she complied so well. But I would have never known, the way she acted with me...”

Kevin raised his eyebrows, urging Brian to continue. “And how would that be?”

“Like she was 5 instead of 15. Throwing tantrums, exclaiming that she did nothing wrong. Using profanity and shoving me out of the way whenever I told her that I was going to take care of her.”

Kevin nodded. “This true?” he asked me.

I didn’t answer.

“Obviously, Ashley, you haven’t learned your lesson. What’s this attitude you’re giving me? You’re not usually like this...”

I still said nothing, just waited for him to ground me for a month or something. “You spanked her?” he asked Brian. I shuddered hearing the word.

Brian nodded.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me towards the doorway. “Sorry about this, Bri.” He looked at me to see if I would say anything, but I refused. There was no way that I was going to apologize to him.

Kevin dragged me the entire way to my room because I wasn’t into walking on my own. I was still pissed off about Brian and my bottom hurt like crazy...

We arrived to the room and Kevin plopped me down on the bed. “Explain yourself,” he said suddenly.

“Uh,” I muttered stupidly. “I um...” I was at a loss of words. “Look, Kev, Brian’s already lectured me about drinking and driving and how I could kill myself... please, I’ll do better without another one.”

“Obviously drinking and driving wasn’t the only thing you’ve done that would deserve a lecture. What are you doing with this attitude?”

I shrugged.

“I am NOT going to let this slide, Ashley,” he said in a warning tone. “I think that Brian had a good idea to spank you like that. And I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

“But I have!” I whined.

“No, you haven’t. Drop your pants,” he ordered, but I did not do so. “Ashley, I will NOT ask you again, young lady. You are this close to getting it worse,” he said, holding up his fingers, centimeters apart from one another. I still did not budge, though.

He hoisted me up from the couch and smacked me solidly three time on the bottom then proceeded to tell me once more to do as I was told. I just folded my arms and stood there, unmobile. He gave an exasperated sigh and unbuttoned my pants for me, even though I didn’t let him do it with my arms folded. I kicked and yelled for him to stop, trying to push him away. “Ashley, stop!” he said, then held onto my arms with his left hand and finished doing what he had started. I felt the button slip through the hole then my zipper sliding down, and before I knew it, my pants were on the ground.

“Nooooooo!” I whined, still fighting with Kevin.

“Ashley, you better stop acting like this right now,” Kevin scolded. “I won’t put up with this.”

I stopped fighting a bit and Kevin let go of me for a second, after giving me a very pissed off look as if saying I better stay right where I was. I watched him as I heard the sound of his belt buckle unclasp and then slip through the loops of his jeans.

“Nooooo,” I whined again. “Please, Kev... I’m sorryyyyy.”

It was too late. He had his belt folded over and was lying me across his lap. “I won’t put up with the way you’re acting, Ashley.” My panties were tugged down to my knees and I wiggled a little. I felt the nice cool breeze pass my bottom and silently prayed that Kevin wouldn’t be too hard on me, no matter how much I deserved it. He said nothing else, just began spanking me with his hand, pounding my bottom where it already still ached from my spanking from Brian.

Instantly, I began kicking and pleading for him to stop. “Pleaseeeeeee stopppppp, I’m sorryyyyyy,” I whined.

“This is just the beginning, young lady,” Kevin replied, still spanking me with full force.

“Owwwwww,” I whined.

“I told you if you didn’t obey me, you’d get it worse. Maybe next time you’ll believe me.”

“Owwwwwwwwww, Kevinnnn stopppp pleaseeee,” I whined louder, kicking my legs a bit and crying like crazy.

He stopped spanking me for a minute and all I could think of was that I wish that cool breeze was still over my bottom... that’s how much it stung...

“You’re 15 years old, Ashley. You could have hurt yourself or someone else really badly by what you did tonight. And I am your guardian, and you won’t disrespect me or Brian or anyone else who has the right to punish you. Got it?”

I nodded. “Yessss, I’ll be good.. please no more.”

“15 with the belt, then I’ll be finished.”

“Pleaseeeee, I don’t need the belt.”

“Yes you do, sweetheart. I’m sorry I have to do this, but you’ve gotta learn, okay?”

I cried harder, but I understood him completely.

“I’m only doing this because I love you...”

WHACK!!!

“Owwwwwwwwww.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drink anymore?”

“Noooooo...”

WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drive without a license anymore?”

“Noooo, I won’t.. I’m sorryyyyyyyy,” I said, pleading and crying to him because the belt stung much more than I imagined.

WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to go 120 miles per hour whenever you do get your license?”

“Definitely not,” I said through tears.

WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to do what Brian and I tell you to do from now on, or anyone else from the band?”

“Yesssssssss.”

WHACK WHACK!!!! “How old are you, Ashley?”

“Fifteennnnnn, owwwwwwwwwww...”

“And that’s too young to be drinking, isn’t it?” WHACK WHACK!!!!

“Yesssssss, I’m sorryyyyyy, please no moreeeeee.” I cried like crazy. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“This is the last one, Ashley. You know I’m very disappointed in you. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yesssssssss I have, I have..”

WWWHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!

“Owwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwwieeeeeee. Owww it hurts, it hurts.” I whined and kicked and missed hearing the belt hit the floor with a thud.

Kevin scooped me up in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said, rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair gently. “It’s okay, honey. Shhhh shhh.” I buried my head into his chest and cried, listening to his soothing voice console me.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“I know. I forgive you, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said as he kept rocking and singing to me. Lost in his arms and his singing, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, my bottom still aching like crazy, but my conscience feeling much better. I had no intentions to ever again speak to Kevin or Brian the way I had... and the next day I would definitely apologize to Brian.

Story: Fake ID

Misc Story.  Jenn uses a fake ID to get into a club that just happens to be the same one that her friend works at.

Fake ID
by Breanna Carter

“Look,” my friend said, showing me three IDs in her hand. I looked closely, seeing one in which my picture was placed and a fake named was next to it.

“What’s this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.

“It’s a fake ID, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I got one for me, you, and Amber. I figure we can sneak into the club tonight and nobody’ll find out.”

“But I have to work..” I said, not exactly wanting to try to sneak into any club. I really am a good kid, no matter what anyone says. As a 17 year old, I have only drank once or twice, never smoked, not that I cared to, and I didn’t do any drugs. I was a good kid.

“That’s why we’re going after work. Come on, Jenn.. Just go with us, please? It’ll be more fun with you.”

“I highly doubt that,” I said. “You know how much I have anxiety. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Come onnn,” she begged. “Please come with us. It’ll be fine. Nobody will catch us or anything. Besides, these look real, don’t they?”

I looked over the ID again.

Chelsea Nicole Williamson Birthdate: 2/24/84

Maybe I could pass for being 19. I didn’t know though. “Do I honestly look 19?”

“They’ll never know the difference. I’ll pick you up after work. We can leave your car there. Tell your mom you’re staying the night with me.”

I sighed as she walked off. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was antsy for school to end. That’s how all Fridays are. That night, one of my favorite bands was playing at a local club downtown at midnight. I wanted so badly to go, but I didn’t honestly think that Hillary would go so far. I mean, come on... the band wasn’t that great...

“Jennifer... why aren’t you paying attention?” my English teacher asked. I knew good and well why I wasn’t paying attention, but I wasn’t saying that aloud.

“Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s a Friday afternoon, the last class of the day. Can’t we chill out for a little wihle? It’s been a long day.”

The class agreed, nodding their heads up and down, chanting, “yeah.”

“Well,” she said, looking at everyone. “I guess.”

I grinned as did everyone else in the class. That was the advantage of being in a small class. A better relationship with the teacher. “But we will discuss The Grapes of Wrath Monday. Be prepared for a quiz...”

By this time, no one was listening, but instead carrying on their own conversations within the small groups. I, on the other hand, took this time to lie my head down and just think for a while. Think about how I could pull off going to this club tonight. I mean, I was almost 18... it wasn’t too illegal. And the cops wouldn’t know if I was really 17 or not. I could leave my real ID at home, or in my car.

Hillary met me after school. “So, I’ll meet you tonight at Pizza Palace?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.

“I reckon,” I said in my best country voice, grinning back. Pizza Palace was the place I worked at.

So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary that night, and we were going to go downtown to a concert for a little while. Hey, it was partly true. I found some of my best raver clothes so I could change whenever I was finished at work. I dressed myself in my ugly khakies and Pizza Palace shirt, though, and headed off to work before I could even think about having a fun filled evening.

I practically danced around the kitchen at work, making pizzas, giving people their change back, listening to complaints about someone having not enough cheese, or too much sauce, or anything riduculous that one could complain about. Friday nights were always busy.

Around 9, two hours before I should be heading out to the club, my driver buddy, Terrence, had this huge order.

“Where the hell is that going to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I made a medium thin crust extra pepperoni pizza.

“Some church,” he muttered, obviously not enthused.

“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “To a church, eh? I’m glad I don’t have to go to a church... I’d...”

“Jennifer..” a manager called.

“Yes?” I said in my most polite voice.

“Will you take that order with Terrence? There’s a lot of pizzas to hold and stuff, and it’ll just be easier with two people.”

Terrence smirked at me as I scowled under my breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to maintain that politeness.

“So what would you do if you had to go to the church?” he asked, mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.

I just glared at him. Well, at least if I had to go with someone, it was Terrence, the coolest person I worked with. He was a 21 year old college football player, about 6’1, probably 215 pounds. He could lift me up without straining the least bit... probably even bench press me, but I wasn’t going to try that. In fact, he was so strong, I had learned not to even playfully punch him, cause his playful punches back seemed to be much more than playful, you know... kinda painful.

I helped Terrence pack his shit up and carried it out to his beat up old car, placing some bags in the backseat, then sitting in the passengers seat myself, putting some in my lap. I buckled myself in tightly, almost fearing for my life. Terrence didn’t look like he’d be the greatest driver in the world...

Needless to say, we made it there safely, and back safely, he making fun of me the entire way cause I had popped off something to him about having to go to a church and I ended up having to go myself. I still glared at him, partly because of him making fun of me, but also cause I hated the music that he was playing.

Finally my evening at work was finished.

“All right, everyone!” I yelled, loud enough so the entire store could hear me. “I’m gone. See ya tomorrow!” I said cheerfully.

I heard a few scattered “bye”s around the room and then I looked at Terrece, playfully punching him on the arm.

“Later,” I said, smiling big and cheesy.

He punched me back. “Later.”

“Ow.”

I slammed open the door and arrived outside where I met Hillary.

“Hillareee!” I squeeled. I launched myself into her car and we sped off to the club, a dim lit place with a cheap sign that read “the Venue.”

The three of us, Hillary, Amber, and me, arrived around 11:30 to this club. We got in without a problem, and walked around for a little while, hoping to catch a few people we knew, but to no avail. I wasn’t worried about it though. There were plenty of hott guys there anyway...

At midnight sharp the band began playing, and the three of us danced together, even started our own little mosh pit, trying to get some of the 20 year-olds to join in with us. Of course we were immature, and we definitely didn’t fit in.

“Want a drink?” I heard a voice say as the band finished up one of their songs and I cheered loudly. I turned to see this really sexy guy behind me, holding two drinks in his hands. I didn’t know what they were, and honestly didn’t care to try them, but this guy was super hott.

“No, thanks,” I said, nearly kicking myself for being so dumb.

He just shrugged and muttered, “suit yourself,” then walked off, probably trying to find another girl to get wasted and rape. I wasn’t going for that tonight.

As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band still played on. I lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while, but always found them back. That is, except when the time came that I needed them.

“Hey, baby,” I heard an older voice say, and felt a man’s body pressing against me. I turned around and stared directly into the face of a man, probably in his 30s, only an inch or so taller than me. I said nothing, just turned back around and inched away from him. “What, did you mother never teach you any manners?” he asked in a slurred voice. He had apparently had too much to drink... I just ignored him though, still listening to the band. “Listen here, little missy,” he said, grabbing my arm and turning me around.

“Let me GO!” I shouted over the music.

“You’ll respect me! I’m your elders!”

“Leave me alone.”

“I think I need to teach you a lesson...” he slurred once more, not letting go of my arm, attempting to drag me out of the room.

“Let GO!” I shouted again.

“Don’t you talk to me like that...”

I tried to break free but his grip was too strong. What was this creepy guy going to do to me?

He dragged me away from the crowd to one of the bar stools where he shoved me down on it. He slapped me across the face. My eyes began to tear up. “Now you lissen to me..” he said. “Drink this.” He put a beer in front of me.

“No,” I said, wanting to get out of here, but he was all on top of me.

“Now, now, don’t be fiesty!” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I was getting disgusted.

He began trying to kiss all over me and I tried to push him off and I was muttering obscenities, trying to back away whenever I heard.. “Leave her alone.” The man stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. I looked up and saw a large familiar person, his huge frame towering over ours. He had his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now, this young lady here doesn’t want to be around you, so I suggest you leave her alone, or you can leave.”

The man just glared at the figure and stumbled away.

The figure turned back to me. “What the hell are you doing here?” Terrence nearly shouted.

“Uhmmmm..” I muttered. “Just coming to see this band.”

“You’re not even old enough to be in here! How the hell did you get in?”

“I uh... I am old enough..” I said, trying to sound convincing. “My birthday was yesterday.”

“Like hell it was yesterday. Where’s your ID?”

I dug around in my wallet that was in my back pocket and dug out my fake ID, then handed it to him.

“Fake ID, huh? Do you realize how much you put yourself in danger, Jennifer?” he asked, giving me that same glare I had given him the entire rest of the night. I didn’t speak, just looked down at the floor, it becoming more interesting by the moment. “Look at me!” he said, putting his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up where my blue eyes looked directly into his. “It’s late. You’re at a club where you’re too young to get in, and it’s really dangerous. You could get hurt or raped. Any weirdo in here could get you a drink. You shouldn’t be here.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and kind of forcing me to hop off of the barstool and walk with him. For the first time that night I noticed that he was wearing khakies and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles well, and he was wearing a nametag, evidence that he was indeed employed here. I knew he worked at a club, but I didn’t know it was this one...

We finally arrived in the back of the club, in a tiny room that resembled an office. There was a desk with a chair sitting behind it and two chairs in front.

“Jennifer,” he said sternly, “what you did tonight was very dangerous, and very stupid, too, might I add.” I nodded, feeling pretty stupid myself. “And, you had a fake ID,” he said, holding the plastic up in his hand to prove that it was true. “And that’s illegal.” He threw my ID into the trashcan. “I have to punish you for this.”

“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged, instantly thinking of the worst thing he could do.

“Well, it’s either that or I can...” his voice trailed off.

“Can what?” I asked.

“Spank you.”

My heart stopped there and I blinked at him. “Ex.. excuse me?” I muttered.

“I can either call the cops or I can spank you.”

“But... Terrence... I’m 17... that’s too old..”

“Then I’ll call the cops,” he said, moving towards the desk.

“No,” I said. “It’s okay... I’ll..” I gulped, “take the spanking.”

He nodded. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

I shook my head. My parents never really believed in that kind of stuff... besides, I never really needed it...

He nodded and sat down in a chair beside me. “Well,” he began, “you definitely deserve it for doing this, Jenn... I can’t believe you. You’re a great kid... you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs like this.”

I nodded.

“First, I want you to pull down your pants...”

I blinked again, not certain that I honestly wanted to do this. I was frozen in place, my hands dropped by my side, staring at Terrence. He wanted me to do what?

“Jennifer... pull down your pants..”

“I... I uhmm...”

He waited patiently for a little bit then said, “I’ll pull them down if you don’t...”

I think that was a pretty big threat, but a tear slipped down my cheek and I let out a whine. “Please, Terrence...” I begged.

“I can call the police if you want me to..” he said, sticking with his spanking or cops deal that he had made with me.

I wiped more tears out of my eyes, then unbuttoned the baggy jeans that I was wearing and let them fall to the floor. I sniffled then waited to see what I’d have to do next.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom, okay?” he said in a calm voice. “And it’s going to hurt, a lot. That’s the point, okay?” I felt so young again... so much like a 7 year old than a 17 year old....

But I nodded as he grasped my left arm and led me closer to him. “And I’m going to put you over my knee and you’re going to remain there for a long time so I know that you learned your lesson. Is there anything you want to ask me or say before I begin?”

“I... I’m.. sorry,” I said, still shocked that the night would have to end this way.

He nodded. “I know, Jenn.” He pulled me over his lap and I stared at the floor for a moment.

I felt a cool breeze as he tugged my panties down and it took all of my inner strength to only blush instead of kick and scream.

“Getting a fake ID isn’t a good thing, Jenn,” he said softly.

SMACK!!!

His first spank landed sharply across my right cheek causing intense pain to creep through my body.

“Owwww,” I said, being taken by surprise.

SMACK!!!

The second spank was on my left cheek, causing the same amount of pain. Now I knew what he meant whenever he gave me playful punches, cause those were nothing compared to this.

“Owwwww,” I whined again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

He alternated from cheek to cheek, causing my bottom to warm up and no longer feel that nice cool breeze..

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

“Owwwwwwwww, owwwieeee,” I whined, kicking and screaming as the pain being inflicted on my bottom increased. “Owwwwwwww, Terrence... I’m sorrrrryyyyyy,” i whined, allowing a few tears to flow from my eyes.

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

“Arrrrrrrrggghhhhh, owwwwwwww, ahhhhhh, owwwwwwwwww.” My legs kicked like crazy, and I squirmed and wiggled over his lap, but he had a firm grip on me and I didn’t move too far.

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

He landed 20 sharp smacks on my sit spots and I was at this point kicking more than ever.

“You sneaked into a club, young lady,” he scolded. “You’re only 17 years old, you still have another year. You could have gotten arrested, or even worse, raped by some old sick guy. I don’t think you understand how serious this is.”

“I doooooo,” I whined, tears freely flowing down my face.

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

“I don’t think you do.”

My legs kicked more and more and I cried harder and harder. “But I doooooo,” I whined, no longer paying attention to the floor, but instead paying attention to the stinging in my bottom.

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

“And I’m sure you lied to your mother about where you were going. Surely your mom wouldn’t allow you to go to a club like this.”

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

“Ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwieeeee,” I cried out, trying to block the smacks from my bottom, but Terrence had pressed my hands down to my back and held them there.

“Did you, Jennifer? Did you lie to your mom?”

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

“Ye-esssss.”

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

He stopped spanking for a moment and rubbed my bottom a bit, taking some of the sting out. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said softly. “But I have to impress upon you the dangers of what you did.”

“But I knowwww,” I said, still crying heavily.

“I’m almost finished,” he assured me, then lifted his hand back up.

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

“Owwwwwwwwww... Terrence it hurtsssssss,”

“It’s supossed to hurt.”

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

“Owwww.... owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww...” I whined crying like crazy and bouncing up and down on his knee.

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

I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay limply over his lap, just crying and bawling like a baby.

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

Terrence rested his hand on my bottom one final time. “Okay, Jennifer... I’m finished,” he said in a soothing voice. “Shhh, shh... don’t cry anymore little buddy, I’m all done.”

He let me lay there for a little while and regain my composure before he lifted me up and hugged me tight, letting me lie my head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered through sobs. “I won’t do it again.”

“You’re a good girl, Jennifer,” he said, patting my head and stroking my hair softly. “I know you won’t do it again. Shhh, shh...” he said still holding me in his arms.

After a while I pulled my panties and pants back up, wiped my face off with a wet papertowel, then went back to the club to find Hillary and Amber and go home.

“Where the hell have you been!” Hillary said. “We’ve been looking all around for you.”

“Oh, I was just... talking with an old friend..” I said, blushing a bit.

The three of us left, me hobbling out of there, still feeling a sting in my bottom. I even winced a bit whenever I sat down in the car, avoiding the looks that I was getting from Amber and Hillary.

Story: One Week Later

Misc story.  Stephanie drinks too much and allows her friend to help her get the guilt out.

One Week Later...
by Breanna Carter

I had always heard the saying “if you do that, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week” but I never truly understood it. Could one really spank a kid so hard that they wouldn’t be able to sit for a week? I mean, sure, with a cane or something, that’d leave marks for a good while. But really now, in this America place, we don’t usually keep canes in our basements to use on the kids. Perhaps a belt, hairbrush, maybe even a paddle... and those things could probably hurt for a night or two, but it really wouldn’t make it where you couldn’t sit for a week. But the threats seemed to be good enough, cause the kids wouldn’t do what they were told not to. I guess whatever works.

I learned that this was true, though, one weekend whenever I had a bright idea. I’m not always the brightest crayon in the box, and sometimes I found myself in trouble for not thinking before I reacted... you know, look before you leap? Yeah, I wasn’t always too great about that. But it never bothered me much, cause for the most part I never got caught. Believe me, my mom wouldn’t be too thrilled with some of the stuff I’ve done...

The last day of my sophomore year, I wanted to experience something different: getting drunk. Ah, yes... the sensation of laying in front of the toilet all night as you puke your guts out. Well, I was curious, just wanted to try it. Wanted to see what would happen whenever I was drunk. I mean, I was indeed 16 years old, and I had never gotten wasted before. I’d drank, really never gotten a buzz. This would be something fun to try.

So that night I walked to my friend’s house, drank lots of alcohol, got myself shitfaced and almost raped. But I wasn’t raped, just almost raped, and it wasn’t cool. That night I threw up everything I had eaten the entire day, probably stuff from the day before, too. The next morning my head ached and I was still drunk.

“You seem... different,” my friend, Wesley, said that evening as I stumbled into work a little late. I was always a good 20 minutes early for work. Never since I had begun working there had I been late.

I just shrugged.

“What’d you do last night?”

“Partied too hard,” another friend answered for me.

I was too tired to do anything other than glare.

“Partied?” Wes said, raising his eyebrows.

I shrugged again.

We left it alone at that as I walked to my cashier position and stared at him from a distance, his eyes fixed on me worriedly. Wes was 21, a few inches taller than me, baby blue eyes, brown hair, and an adorable grin. For a while there, I had a crush on him. The crush faded, though, as we became closer friends and I realized that we could never do more than just be friends. But it was okay cause that was better than nothing.

I went through the night, drowsily ringing people’s stuff up, trying to act enthused whenever I told them to have a good evening, fucking up the amount of change I gave people back. You can imagine how relieved I was whenever I was told to go on my break. I turned the light off above my register and clocked out and made my way to the back of the building where I plopped down on the steps. I put my knees up close to me and looked out across the empty parking lot, wishing that I felt a little better. I felt so sick I couldn’t even eat...

“Hey,” the voice behind me said, causing me to jump nearly three feet in the air and have a heart attack.

“Jesus Christ...” I muttered.

“No, not quite, but close enough,” Wes said and plopped next to me. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great,” I said, so tired that I missed the sarcasm.

“What happened last night?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“Don’t worry bout it, Wes.”

He paused then said, “but I am worried about it. You don’t look so great...”

“I don’t feel so great,” I replied, looking at the ground rather than him.

He didn’t say anything, just sat there next to me, keeping me company since I felt so lonely...

“I got drunk,” I finally spat out, looking at him now, gazing into his deep blue eyes. He just looked back at me, urging me to continue. “I... I stayed at my friend’s house and we drank, and drank, and drank... it was lots of stuff, and her boyfriend was over there and his friend was over there and..” I broke off, a knot welling in my throat.

Wesley sat there listening. “And..?”

“And... I don’t remember half of what happened, but.. I know... we... er... I know he touched me... and did some stuff... and... yeah.” I couldn’t look at him any longer. His face was full of concern, worry, hurt... lots of stuff. The concrete was more dull.

“Did he hurt you... or do anything you didn’t want him to do?” Wes asked me, his voice now showing that he was ready to kick some ass...

“No. I just kept drinking stuff... kept telling them they could do what they wanted.”

“Wow.” There was silence for a moment. “You could have gotten raped..” he said, suddenly.

“I know,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.

He put his arm around my shoulder. “Steph... you can’t do stuff like that..”

“I know,” I murmured again.

We didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, just sat there, his arm around me providing me with all the protection I needed. Except protection from that stupid guilt that was inside me.

After my thirty minute break was over, I stumbled back to my register to finish of my last two hours before I could go home and get some more sleep, and maybe eat something cause my stomach was growling but I was still afraid that I’d throw up. But the two hours dragged along, creeping by slowly. And finally, FINALLY, my shift was over and I let a manager count out the money, give me my tip, and then I headed towards the back door, only to meet Wes on the way there.

“Hey,” he said, still having that concerned look on his face. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine...”

“Parents still out of town?”

I nodded.

“If you need anything, you have my number, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, blushing a bit. He walked me out to my car.

“Steph, you know that you shouldn’t have gotten drunk like that..” he said, causing a bigger pit in my stomach to form.

“I know, Wes... and I feel super bad about it... I... I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just...” I broke off, not knowing the exact words I wanted to say.

He just hugged me. “Have a good night, okay? Get some rest.”

I nodded and gave a slight grin back.

*****

The next morning I woke up feeling guiltier than ever. Yes, I had indeed gotten drunk, and yes, I had indeed hurt my liver really badly, almost got raped, and worried the hell out of Wesley. I had pulled off a lot in two days, and I felt horrible.

I stumbled to the kitchen and fixed a glass of ice water. My hands were shaking like crazy. I just felt so guilty for what I had done and...

My thoughts broke off by the loud ringing of my phone next to me. That definitely didn’t make the fact that I was shaking any better. My heart started pounding like crazy.

“H-hello?” I said.

“Heya honey!” my mom said on the other end of the line.

“Oh, uh, hi Mom.”

“How are you?”

“Great!”

“That’s good. Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great.”

“Good good. Well, if you need anything you know the number. Give me a call tonight before you go to work.”

“Sure thing.” I yawned as I hung up the phone. If I was feeling guilty before, I felt much worse now.

I looked at the phone in my hand. Well, if there was anything I could do to help myself feel better, I could ask Wesley. He was super smart, knew the answer to many dumb questions like that. My hands still shaking, I dialed his number on my phone.

“Hello?” the groggy voice answered.

“Hey, Wes?” I said, my own voice very shaky as I was nervous and guilty as hell..

“Yeah?”

“It’s me, Stephanie..”

“Oh, hey,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Uhmmm, well... since you know the answer to everything, I was wondering... Cause i feel super guilty about what I did... And I just wanna make the guilt go away...”

He waited for me to go on, but when I did not, he sighed softly. “Well,” he began, “um, I know something that’d help the guilt go away, but I’m not sure if you’d go for that. Why exactly do you feel guilty? Cause you got away with it?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then you’d have to tell your parents. That’s the only thing I can think of.”

I thought to myself. “Is... is that all?” I said, the knot growing tighter and tighter.

“Either that, or, I could punish you..” he said, the words sounding as if he felt awkward.

“Um,” I said, not exactly sure what he meant.. “how?”

“Look... to not feel guilty you’d have to be punished for what you did, and you’ll have to result to your parents for that... unless you want me to.” He paused.

Obviously, he avoided my question. “My mom won’t be home for another week... I can’t stand the guilt that long...”

He didn’t answer me.

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“You’d.. p-punish me?”

“If you’d want that.”

I let the thought sink in for a moment. “Okay,” I said, thinking that his “punishment” would be grounding me or something, lecturing me about what I did wrong and then telling me how much he worried about me until I was crying and he pulled me onto his lap to tell me that everything was okay, cause I was okay and not hurt. “I’ll take your punishment.”

I could tell he was nodding. “Okay, then. Ima come over, okay? Where do you live?”

I told him the directions to my house as my heart pounded so loudly inside of me that I couldn’t hear myself think.

“Okay, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”

“K.” I paced around the livingroom, my wide legged jeans sweeping the floor. My nerves were so on edge.. I was so nervous...

The ringing doorbell ten minutes later made me more nervous, but I was determined not to show it as I opened up the door and saw Wesley standing there.

“Hey,” I said, moving out of the way and inviting him in.

“Hi.” He stepped inside the door and I shut it behind him then we walked inside the livingroom. “Okay,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. “You know what you did was wrong, and you’re going to accept what I do, right?”

I nodded.

“Good girl. Have a seat.”

I sat down on the couch and looked up at him. I now felt small as his giant figure gazed at me. “Young lady... you know that drinking is wrong. You are 16 years old and that’s way too young to be doing any of that kind of stuff.”

I nodded, feeling really bad about what I had done and looking down at the floor.

“Look at me,” he said, sternly. I lifted my head back up and stared into his blue eyes that were blazing with fire. “You could have gotten arrested, or raped, or passed out, or even worse. Do you realize that?”

I thought on this for a moment but shook my head. “I didn’t think about that...”

“Didn’t think? Steph... come on, you’re a big girl... you know what drinking does to you. I can’t believe that you would do something this irresponsible and immature.”

I wanted to look down at the floor again rather than face his disappointment.

“I’m so disappointed in you. You knew better, and I know you knew better.”

I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry..” I muttered.

“I know your sorry, but think about how much more sorry you’d be if you were in jail right now, or in the hosiptal, or pregnant.”

He paused for a moment letting the thoughts of any of that happening sink in. Him punishing me sure wasn’t making me feel any less guilty...

“I have to punish you for this... you understand that, right?”

I nodded.

“All right,” he said, reaching a hand out to me. I took his hand without thinking and now stood up facing him. He sat down on the couch where I was. “Pull down your pants,” he ordered.

“Ex-excuse me?”

“Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”

My heart nearly stopped. “Uhmmmm....”

“Stephanie, now!” he said sternly. “You got drunk the other night, and you are going to get punished for it and if you don’t pull down your pants I’ll do it for you.”

I gave him my best puppy face but it had no effect on him. I undid my pants and let them fall to the ground and stood there, looking at him.

He nodded and led me towards him by taking my left arm in his hand, then pulling me over his lap.

“What you did, was very dangerous and very illegal,” he said. I felt his fingers at the waistband of my panties and then felt them being tugged down to my knees. My body quivered as he did this. My bottom was now exposed to Wesley, one of my closest friends. “You know I only do this because I care about you, right?”

I nodded as best as I could, my hands gripping the sofa with all my life due to fear of what was about to happen.

“I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you, Steph. You’re too good of a friend to lose over something so stupid, okay?” I felt his right hand resting on my bare bottom and his left was on my back, making sure I was held down securely.

SMACK!!!!!!

I jumped and yelped from pain. “Owwwwwwwww,” I exclaimed, honestly not expecting it to hurt as bad as it did. I kept my hands planted firmly onto the sofa though. I deserve this, I kept telling myself.

He spanked me a good 30 or so times, causing me to exclaim “ow” nearly everytime he did so.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!!! he finished, then rested his hand on my now glowing bottom.

I whined like crazy. “It hurts,” I moaned.

“I know it does. Think about this next time you decide you want to drink.” With that, he lifted his right hand back up.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“I don’t EVER want you to drink that much again, do you understand me??” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwwwwww. Yessssss,” I whined, refraining from kicking or crying out in pain.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwww, owwww.. owwwwwwwww!”

He continued spanking me, I, not fully crying yet, but still whining and on the verge of tears.

He stopped for another moment, allowing me to regain my composure a bit and resting his hand once again on my now stinging and aching bottom.

“Underage drinking is a crime, Steph. No more alcohol til you’re 21, okay?”

“I won’t, I won’t,” I whined, my backside stinging really really badly at this point in time.

“I do hope you won’t,” he said then began spanking me again.

By this time my bottom was stinging like crazy and his hand was hitting me so rapidly that I could think of nothing but the pain in my bottom and the fact that he was fussing at me cause I got drunk and how sorry I really was. Finally, the spanking settled and he rested one hand on my bottom, rubbing it slightly, and the other he rubbed my back with as I laid there crying. “Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay, Stephanie,” he said in a soothing voice. “It’s all over now, honey. It’s okay.”

I laid there for a few minutes unmobile, just crying, whether it was more out of guilt or pain, I wasn’t sure.

Finally, he pulled my panties back up and gathered me into his arms and rocked me back and forth. “I’m sorry, Steph,” he said softly. “It’s going to be okay. Shhhh shhhh. You’re forgiven. I know you’re sorry. I know you won’t do it again. Calm down, babygirl..”

I muttered apologies as my head laid buried into his chest. But he just shushed me and continued rocking me and soothing me til I nearly fell asleep in his arms.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked after I was all cried out and finally forgiven.

“Yeah,” I said. “I really am sorry for drinking so much though.. and I definitely won’t do it again.”

He smiled. “I know. I care about you lots, though, Steph. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that again, or I’ll have to spank you again, worse.”

I nodded. He got up from his spot on the couch and made his way towards the door, me following him. “Hey Wes?”

“Yeah?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Thanks.”

He grinned. “No problem,” he said then gave me a hug and walked out of the door.

After he left, I sat down on the couch with much trouble, as my bottom still stung like crazy. I decided to stand back up and have a look at it, to notice that it was indeed bruising. Whoa.. I had never known that a hand could bruise like that... I pulled my pants and such back up and sat back down on the couch, wincing from the pain. In three hours, I’d have to go to work. I desperately hoped that I wouldn’t ache so much at work...

But, I went to work, and I still ached. I went to bed that night, and had to sleep on my stomach. The next afternoon I sat on the couch and it still hurt. Wes gave me very consoling looks at work everytime he saw me wince, but I just rolled my eyes at him and grinned. It wasn’t so bad, but of course, that was whenever I realized that whenever parents said they’d make it to where you couldn’t sit for a week, it was true. Cause me, I could sit after a week, but for a couple of days there, I wouldn’t have doubted it if I would have been standing for a while.

Needless to say, I didn’t drink much after that.

Story: Running Away

Misc story.  Krys ran away from home and her friend is worried about her.  He assesses the situation and decides that it's necessary for her to return, but when she resists, he takes stricter measures.

Running Away
by Breanna Carter

“When was the last time you ate?” Wesley said as the two of us sat in the back of our work, discussing the previous weekend.

I had finally gotten the weekend off.. and damned if my mom didn’t let me go to the concert! I was so pissed I ran away from home. But that didn’t stop me from going to work that night and asking for the week off, and talking to my friend, Wes, a 22 year old cutie that seemed like an older brother to me at sometimes, though I definitely wished for more.

I just shrugged at the question.

“You need to go home,” he finally said.

“I’m not going home,” I said in a determined voice. “I’ve been gone for the weekend and I’ll always be gone. I’m 16 and I won’t let my mom treat me like this!”

“You’re only 16, she is still your mother and you need to respect her wishes. Stop being immature about it, Krystalyn. Just go home.”

“I’m not going,” I said, folding my arms.

“You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept much... You’re hurting yourself more than helping. I’m sure your mom is worried sick. It’ll be easy, just go back and apologize for being so stupid.”

“You make it seem so easy,” I said, letting my arms drop. I was so worn out. I had slept two nights in a dark corner of 59th place, the hangout for kids my age where concerts were held all the time. I wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed and stuff, but I wasn’t about to tell Wes that. “I can’t just go back home...”

“It’ll be easier than what you’re doing now.”

I wasn’t convinced. I just sat there, unmoving.

“Well, Krys... you have to go back home. Running away is illegal anyway, and it’s dumb. I’m not going to sit here and watch you starve yourself or get yourself hurt. So, you’re going home.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m--”

“Krystalyn, you are going home if I have to drag you into my car and take you there myself. Now, we can be civilized and I’ll give you a ride, or I can drag you kicking and screaming.”

I folded my arms again, not speaking.

Wes stood up. “Come on,” he said, walking towards his car then looking back at me. I had not moved an inch. “Krys... come on,” he urged again, only to get no reply from me.

“I’m not going.”

He didn’t argue, just came by me and grabbed my arm, trying to pick me up. I kept my weight to the ground. I had learned how to deal with people like this from a self defense class. Well, not necessarily people like this, but people who tried to get me to do something I didn’t want to do.

He finally got me standing up, but that wasn’t going to help me get to his car. I grabbed the nearest thing attached to the building and held on for dear life as he tugged on me, then tried prying my fingers off.

“Krystalyn, let go!” he yelled.

“No!” I yelled back, being hardheaded. Finally he let go and I held onto the object, still for dear life. He didn’t do anything for a moment, just glared at me.

“Krystalyn, get in the car.”

“No.”

“I’m telling you for the last time, get in the car, or I’ll give you something you won’t forget..”

I just shook my head.

SMACK!!!!

A sharp spank landed right on my bottom, causing me to jump and scream, OW!!!!

I had taken my hands away for a split second and that’s when he grabbed me, kicking and screaming, to the place where we were sitting and hauled me over his lap.

“STOP IT!” I screamed.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“I’m just giving you what you deserve, Krystalyn. If you would have gotten in the car like I said, I wouldn’t be doing this.”

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

“Owwww, owwwwww!” I wailed. “Let me GO!”

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

“Wesleyyyyy, sto-oppp. I’ll get in the car, I willlll,” I cried, sounding like a two year old.

He didn’t lay off. “I’m sorry, Krys, but I have to do this. You know that you shouldn’t run away, and I care about you too much to see you destroy yourself like that.”

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

“Owwwwwwwwww, arghhhh, it hurtsssss,” I whined.

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

I stopped kicking. “I’m sorrrryyyyy,” I whined, tears finally streaming down my face.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“Are you really sorry?”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“Yessssss,” I said, now bawling like a baby.

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

He lifted me up from over his lap and gave me a big hug. “I”m sorry I had to do that, Krystalyn,” he said in his soothing voice. “But it’s all over now, okay? I care about you too much to see you hurting yourself.” I hugged him back while rubbing my bottom with my left hand.

“I’m sorry, Wes,” I said, sniffling.

“Are you ready to go home now?”

I nodded, really not ready, but not about to fight with him again.

“All right, let’s go,” he said, getting up and hugging me closer, then opening the passenger door for me and letting me in. I buckled up and then wiped my eyes. What a weird night.

Story: Too Much

Misc Story.  Emma drinks too much, and her guardian punishes her.

Too Much
by Breanna Carter

The phone rang loudly through the house, echoing through the empty hallway. Trey groaned and looked at the clock that read it was 2am. He answered the phone with a tired scratchy voice.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Trey?” the man on the other line said.

“Yeah,” Trey said irritably.

“This is Josh, Jaina’s brother.” Ahh, Trey thought to himself. The girl that Emma was staying the night with. “Look, Emma is completely trashed... she can barely walk, and Jaina isn’t much better. She’s trying to talk us into letting her drive home, but we won’t let her. She’s just whining that she wants to go home...”

Trey sighed. He knew that Emma would get in a mess like this. After all, it was the last day of school and Jaina was known for her parties. He felt the anger and disappointment rise through his body. She had lied to him... said that it was just a sleepover and they wouldn’t do anything. True, he wasn’t her father, or even her brother really, just a friend who took her in whenever her father was hauled off to jail. But he couldn’t let something like this slide. Emma was only 16.. drinking was still illegal. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The ride over there he listened to soft music in the background, classical to calm him. He finally arrived to the two story house to see two boys sitting on the front porch.

“Hey,” one of them said.

Trey recognized him from school a couple of years back. These guys are at least 22, Trey thought to himself, wondering why the hell they would buy alcohol for kids, but not wanting to ask because he was surpressing his anger. “Where’s Emma?”

“She’s in here,” the taller one answered, motioning for Trey to follow him inside. He entered the lovely house, already seeing Jaina half asleep on the couch, moaning. He had the feeling that this would be a long night.

He was led up the stairs to where Emma sat on the bathroom floor, head in the toilet. She wasn’t speaking, just sitting there. A boy was behind her, patting her on the back, trying to make sure she was okay. Trey moved in. “Hey, Em?” he asked. She looked towards him, mouth dropped open. She was stone drunk. “Come on, let’s go home.” Emma nodded and tried to stand up, only to fall back over.

“Trey,” she asked, words slurred. “Am I drunk? Why are you here? I’m really drunk, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you’re drunk, and I’m here to take you home. Come on,” he said, reaching out for her lifeless hand. Attempting to pull her up was almost futile, so he just picked her up, cradling her small body against his, and carried her outside to the car. After gently seating her down, he made his way over to the driver’s seat where he drove, the classical music still playing.

“Trey,” she asked again. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad, I’m upset.”

“I’m really drunk, aren’t I?”

“Yes you are.”

“Have I already asked you that?”

“Yes you have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“How much did you drink?” Trey asked, figuring that she wouldn’t know, but it was worth a try.

“Ummmm, some vodka and some whiskey, and some other stuff... lots of stuff. I drank too much didn’t I?”

“That is a lot.”

“What time is it?”

“2:30.”

“Were you asleep?”

“No,” he lied.

“I could’ve drove home.”

“No, you couldn’t have. You’re drunk off your ass..”

“Yeah, I could’ve. I’m okay, I really am.”

He pulled into the driveway and helped her out of the car. “Trey,” she said, “I feel sick.”

He carried her to the bathroom where she sat with her head in the toilet for a good 30 minutes, finally throwing up twice. She whined, feeling like shit. He put her hair back in a ponytail and wiped her face and neck off with a wet washcloth.

“It’s going to be okay,” Trey said in his soothing voice. “Shhh, don’t cry,” he rubbed her back, worried to death about her. He desperately hoped that she hadn’t drank too much. After all, she was only 16.

“I wanna go home, and go to sleep,” she muttered.

“We are home. Come on, we can go to sleep. Can you walk?”

“No walk,” she moaned, beginning to crawl through the house.

“Well then, come on, let’s go to the den,” Trey said, crawling next to her. He felt like he was babysitting a 5 year old instead of looking after a 16 year old. He lead her to the den where he had already laid towels on the floor by a trashcan that sat next to the couch. He helped her up to the couch and said, “if you feel bad again, just throw up into the trashcan, okay?”

She made a noise but her eyes were shut and she was nearly asleep.

Trey sat at his desk in the den, writing. That’s what he did best. He listened to country music now, instead of classical. Yes, good old Trey listened to country music, although he didn’t look like it.

They sat like that for a few hours, Emma trying to throw up every so often, but to no avail.

Finally, around 6, Emma woke up. She looked around the room with a confused look on her face. “Did you come pick me up last night?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Did I throw up?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” He walked towards her.

“Why?”

“Because I threw up, and they called you. But thanks for picking me up.” Her body felt weak and she was dizzy, hardly able to see anything.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Vaguely.”

“How much did you drink?”

“I split a bottle of vodka with Jaina and Marie, and we drank some watermelon pucker, and then we had some whiskey and coke... but by the second glass, I don’t remember anything afterwards.”

Trey nodded. “Did anything bad happen, with Jaina’s older brother?”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, not looking into Trey’s eyes. “Are you really mad at me?” she asked.

“I’m upset. Go back to sleep, hun. Do you feel better?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to go to your bed?”

“No.”

He nodded as she dozed back to sleep.

Finally around 4 that evening, she woke up almost refreshed, but regretting last night more than ever. Her stomach not only suffered from distress because of alcohol, but also that guilty feeling. She couldn’t believe that she had let Trey down like that.

He left her a note saying that he was gone to run some errands for a little while and he would be back around 6. Eat lightly, if you need me call the cell.

Her stomach rumbled now from hunger at his mention of the word food. She hadn’t infact eaten since she had dinner last night. She pulled out some crackers from the cabinets, remembering how she was always told that saltine crackers are good whenever you have to throw up.

She ate a little bit then sat down to watch tv. The events of last night passed through her mind. Taking shots of alcohol, saying she didn’t want anymore but drinking it anyway, the dizziness that she felt, how Trey came to pick her up because he cared about her, he didn’t want her driving herself. It felt horrible, her father never cared. But Trey did. Trey cared enough to make sure she didn’t drive home in that condition.

At six, as promised, Trey walked into the door. “Well hello there, sleepy head.”

Emma smiled weakly. “Hey,” she said.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, bringing some walmart sacks into the kitchen and setting them on the table.

“I’m okay,” she said, not moving from her position on the couch. Trey sat next to her and felt her forehead.

“You scared me last night, kid.”

“How come?”

“You were completely shitfaced.”

She nodded. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. Do you have a headache?”

“No.”

“Are you dizzy?”

“A little bit.”

“Maybe lying down is a good idea. But tomorrow whenever you get up I want to talk to you about this, okay?”

Emma gulped, that was the part she was dreading. But she nodded.

Trey left her alone the rest of the evening, writing a bit, reading some, listening to music and talking on the phone. Emma just sat plopped in front of the tv, feeling too bad to even get on the computer. She went to bed that night at 9:30, feeling like shit, only to be followed by Trey who felt the same way because he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.

*****

They sat on the couch next to one another, the tv off, no music playing. “I’m sorry. I really am. I know you’re really disappointed in me, and I feel really bad about letting you down like that. So I’m ready for whatever punishment you have to give me.”

He listened to her speak softly, even accepting the punishment that he had for her, but he wasn’t sure that she’d like what he was about to do. “Emma, you’re like a sister to me, and I love you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that, and whenever you lie to me, it hurts me. You knew what you were going to do before you did it, but you didn’t tell me. And I know why, because you were so stuck on doing it... But I am really let down and disappointed that you would do something like this. I don’t want this to ever happen again, am I clear?”

Emma nodded, feeling a tighter pit of guilt in her stomach.

“I’ve thought this through, Em. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I decided that the best way to deal with this would be to spank you.”

She almost choked hearing this. Sure, she’d been spanked before... even by Trey once. But it always made her feel so young and immature. She did deserve it, though, even if she was a 16 year old. She wanted to plead and beg for him to rethink his decision, surely grounding her for a month would have a greater affect, but it was too late. He already had her standing up, telling her to take down her pants.

“Trey,” she begged. “I’m sorry... please don’t do this...”

“Emma, I’m not playing games. Pull down your jeans.”

She kept a hold on the button of her jeans. “Please, don’t. I’m sorry.”

“If you don’t do it, then I will,” his voice threatened.

Emma blushed, but would not let go. “Trey... can’t we reason with one another.” After hearing her argue too much, Trey got tired of it and unbuttoned her pants himself, letting them fall to the ground. After they fell, all Emma could do was stand there in her shirt and panties and cry.

“Now, if you’d just do what I tell you then we wouldn’t have this problem,” he said, sternly, placing her across his lap. “The way you have acted is unacceptable, and by me doing this, you can be guiltless and you will have learned your lesson.” Emma wiped her eyes, waiting for his first smack to land across her bottom. Instead, she felt her panties being pulled down to her knees and her ass being exposed. This made her squirm.

“Nooo, please don’t do that..” she whined, trying to pull her panties back up. The only reply she got was a sharp smack on her ass, causing her to blush furiously and stop squirming.

“Put your hands down, Emma.”

She did as she was told, placing her hands down on the floor in front of her. She lay there for a moment, thoughts rushing over her head. She had so many feelings for Trey, he cared about her like no one else had. But she still had a crush on him like she used to because he was so darn cute. Quickly her thoughts faded as she felt him smack her ass, hard. He laid a good ten smacks on her and she tried not to fight and squirm, but they were so hard she had to. She had thought the last time she received a spanking that it was bad, but this was horrible!

“Emma SMACK, I’m very disappointed in you SMACK. You know SMACK that what you did was wrong SMACK and you did it anyway SMACK SMACK. And SMACK you LIED SMACK to me. SMACK.” He stopped lecturing and just spanked her for a little while, probably not spanking as hard as he could, but still pretty hard. She deserved this, she had done something wrong, and he was determined to show her that she would not do it again.

Meanwhile, Emma felt small across Trey’s lap. Felt small and weak, as if she was nothing. She did not cry, but instead whined and exclaimed ow everytime he spanked her. That is, until he began spanking quickly and firm, one sharp smack after another, landing on each cheek, and not giving her enough time to regain her composure after each time. Then she let a few tears fall from her eyes, squirming and trying not to fight too much, especially after she heard Trey’s warning voice. Finally, she gave up... she stopped fighting and just cried over his lap, lying limply there. He saw that she had had enough and landed the last few smacks across his friend’s ass, and then pulled her up. He held his arms around her tightly and soothed her, rubbing her bottom some to take out the sting.

“Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay, Em. I love you.” He held her there as she cried into his chest muttering apologies. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

Story: Concert

Part of the Terrence/Bri series.  Brianna goes to a concert without her brother's permission.

Concert
by Breanna Carter

"No," Terrence said, "End of story, Brianna. I'm not letting you drive all the way to Dallas on a Thursday evening to see some concert."

"But Terrencccee," I protested, stomping my foot. "It isn't fair. They're my favorite band!"

"I don't care if they're your favorite band. You can't go."

I poked my bottom lip out and whined. "Can't you take me?"

"No, I have to work."

"Arggghhhh," I sighed, exasperated. I stomped off towards my room and slammed the door shut, hoping that he took the hint that I was extremely pissed at him.

It was three days before the big concert in Dallas, a city about four hours away from me. There was no chance in hell that any good bands were coming anywhere closer to me, and this would be the only time I could see them. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't Terrence just let me drive? I WAS, after all, 16 and practically grown. And, I wouldn't be by myself, I'd have Stephanie to accompany me.

I dialed her familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Steph," I groaned in my not-so-happy voice.

"Oh, hey," she answered. "Didn't go well?"

"No. He said I couldn't drive. Can anyone over there take us?"

She paused for a moment. "No, both parents have to work."

I was so jealous. I wish that Terrence was as cool as her parents were. They already agreed to let her go with me, and they'd let her drive if she had a license. Unfortunately, I was the one in our friendship that had the license. "Sucks," I mumbled.

"Yeah it does."

We didn't speak for a minute, the disappointment weighing on both of us.

"Oh well, Bri, cheer up. Maybe, next time we can go."

"There won't be a next time," I murmured, plopping myself down on my bed and staring at my ceiling. "It isn't fair."

"I know, but life isn't fair. Just think, in two years, you'll be able to do whatever the hell you want and Terrence can't do a thing to stop you."

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't go to this concert. Who knows, in two years they might be broken up. And it'll be all his fault that I didn't go."

She silently agreed.

We stayed like that for a long time, she breathing softly into the phone and I staring at my ceiling and trying not to cry.

"Hey, Bri... it's going to be okay," Steph said to me.

"Yeah, I guess. I'll talk to you later."

I hung up the phone with my best friend and sulked the rest of the evening. This was not cool.

"If you don't stop walking around this house like you're mourning, I'll..."

"I AM mourning, Terrence. I'm mourning the fact that my DREAM has died." I glared at him.

He sighed. "Well, you can pout and whine all you want, but I'm not changing my answer."

I rolled my eyes and threw down the fork not finishing half of my meal. "Fine, whatever," I snapped and stormed off to my room, realizing that my battle was lost. There was no way I could convince him to let me go to the concert, even if my life depended on it. He can be so damned untrusting sometimes.

I landed face down on my bed and buried my head into the sheets. There had to be some way that I could go to the concert without Terrence finding out. I racked my brain. I couldn't say I was staying at someone's house, he wouldn't let me stay someplace on a school night. I could tell him that I had to do group studying and I wouldn't be back til late, but that wouldn't work either.

"Well," I finally told myself, "I've never gotten into any REALLY big trouble before, just little minor incidents here and there. And since I'm going to move out in two years anyway, I have to do something really daring at least once, and going to this concert would be just it. I could just sneak off and go. Surely, he wouldn't do anything but get really pissed and confine me to my room for a couple of weeks." I actually tried humoring myself by thinking that it was the worst that would happen. "Besides, even if he does spank me, it'll be worth it to see my favorite band." So, that was that. I had my plan devised. Now all I had to do was clue Stephanie in on it, and I was sure Steph would be for the whole idea, especially since she was the audacious type anyway.

I had trouble sleeping that night due to the excitement that was build up inside of me. All I could think of was how much fun I was going to have jumping up and down to the beats of my favorite band and going on a road trip with my best friend. I finally drifted off into a sleep where I had nice dreams about going on road trips and seeing my favorite band in concert.

The next morning I awoke sleepily and sped to school. I was so anxious to tell Stephanie of my plan, although it really wasn't a plan yet. We only had two days, well a day really, for her to order the tickets and hotel with her mom's trusty credit card. I knew if this was going to work, I had to begin getting started immediately, even if it meant going to her house after school to set things up.

When I got to our usual spot in the hallway, to my disappointment, Stephanie wasn't there yet. I waited, looking up each time I felt a cold draft from the doorway opening. Finally, I felt a draft and looked up to see her.

"STEPHANIE!" I nearly screamed and ran towards her, tackling her in a hug. "We've gotta talk!" From my enthusiasm, I knew she was expecting me to say that Terrence agreed to let me go. My hyperness made her hyper as well and we hopped off together by the lockers where we could not be heard. "Okay! I got an idea!"

"Oh, no," she moaned, realizing that Terrence hadn't said yes, but I had another moronic idea.

"Look, I've never done anything THAT bad before to cause trouble, and I figure that I have to do it at least once before I leave home, so what better way to do so than to go to this concert!"

"Bri... that's a bad idea..."

"I know, but it's worth it. We get to see our favorite band and hang out and... oh man, I'm so excited!"

I could tell that she didn't like my idea, but with every moment that passed, she seemed to be liking it more and more.

"So, tonight, order our concert tickets and get us a hotel room and we're all set!"

She nodded slowly. "All right," she agreed. "But you do realize when we get back home that Terrence is going to kill you?"

"Yep!" I jumped up and down exclaiming how giddy I was to go to the concert.

That day and the next were the two longest days of my life. Stephanie and I constantly reminded each other about the concert and how awesome it would be, but it didn't help the day go by any faster. We arranged everything, from tickets to the hotel to money. We made out an itinerary where we would visit a college in order to have an excused absence, and we decided that we'd leave early Thursday morning when it was still dark outside, right after Terrence left for work and head to Dallas where we would visit the school and check into our hotel room then get ourselves pepped up for the concert, which wouldn't be too hard. We'd go to the concert that started at 7 then go back to the hotel and sleep until we woke up the next morning for our drive back home in which I would prepare to get yelled at. It seemed like a perfect plan!

My alarm blared loudly through my room at 5:30 am. It was Thursday morning and my mind was on only one thing, the concert. I leapt out of bed and dressed myself then walked outside where all I could smell was the cold air. I sat down in the seat of my car, turning the heat up as high as it would go. I wasn't used to getting up before daylight, and I didn't realize how freezing it would be. My car finally warmed up and I drove to Steph's house. She was waiting outside for me and was as ecstatic as I was, standing there in her hoodie and baggy jeans. She hopped into my car and we cranked the music up as loud as possible then headed out west. Dallas here we come!

The trip to Dallas was longer and more boring than I figured it would be. We listened to music the entire way, but our high spirits eventually died down and Stephanie went to sleep while I struggled to keep conscious. We ate breakfast at Waffle House on the way, when we were a good two hours out of town. I wondered what Terrence was doing, what he'd do when he found out that I'd gone to the concert. I was scared to think like that, but when one is driving, they have to avert their attention to more than just driving. No pleasant thoughts could stay in my mind.

We ate again after we checked into our hotel. Then, we took our showers and got ourselves looking good for the event of our life. We left the hotel at 5 pm. Okay, so that was a little early, but we wanted to make sure we saw EVERYTHING.

We had tickets for the floor. When we got there, we were ordered to sit and we did just that, talking to the people around us and becoming acquainted. I felt a twinge of guilt in my stomach, blatantly defying my brother like I was. I knew that it would be worth it, or at least I hoped, so I put those thoughts away from me. Finally, the band came on stage and everyone exploded with applause. It was the greatest feeling, getting to see my favorite band in concert, getting to sing along until my throat was hoarse. I could only grin the entire night, knowing that I was too far away for Terrence to do anything until Friday evening when he came home from work.

Our plan followed through, fortunately. We had plenty of money to get food, and we weren't kicked out of our hotel.

"I had such an awesome time," I exclaimed to Stephanie, dropping her off at her house the next afternoon. She smiled and hopped out of my car.

"Me, too. I'm glad we decided to go. Good luck with Terrence."

I nodded. "Thanks, I'll need it."

When I arrived at my house, I was not expecting Terrence's car in the driveway. That alone threw me off track. My heart began racing, fearing the trouble I was in. I knew how Terrence got when he was angry, and I thought maybe turning the car around and driving back to Dallas would be a better idea than going inside.

It didn't work though. Before I could even put my car in reverse, Terrence appeared in the doorway, slamming the screen shut and walking angrily towards my car. I gulped subconsciously and turned my car off. He opened the door.

"Get out," he said angrily, holding my door open.

"I'm sorry!" was my immediate reaction.

"Get out of the car, Brianna Nicole Carter. You have some explaining to do!" I fell out and sprinted towards the house, not wanting to be spanked even once or twice while I was outside. My bottom began to tingle. I knew what was going to happen.

I felt him slam the door. I was standing near the couch, looking down at the floor when he came towards me.

"Young Lady," he bellowed. "I want you to sit down on that couch and explain every detail of what you did these past two days and tell me why I'm mad at you."

I nodded and plopped down on the couch, beginning my story, how I really wanted to go and how I knew it wasn't right, how we bought the tickets and got the room, and how we went to the concert and came back home unharmed.

"Well, seems like you had quite a time," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I cannot believe you. Running off when I specifically told you no, not just one time, but twenty times. You disobeyed me, made plans, and drove to Dallas by yourself. You could have gotten into a car accident and you and Steph could have been killed. Didn't you realize that? I didn't say 'no' to be mean, I said it for your own safety and you went to the concert anyway!"

"I'm sorry," I pleaded. "I just wanted to go and have some fun."

"Well, I hope you had some fun!" He scowled under his breath, pacing angrily around the room. "You don't realize how dangerous that was! Parading around the country like that... You're only 16 years old and living under my roof and if I tell you no, you will obey me, Young Lady, do you understand!?"

I nodded frantically.

"Good!" He stopped pacing and walked towards me and lifted me up without any effort. By this time I was screaming and crying.

"Nooooooo, Terrence, I'm sorry!!!!!!!" I begged. "Pleaseeeeeee, don't do thisss... I won't do it again!!!"

He slapped my bottom hard, and even through my jeans I could feel the sting.

"Owwwwwwww," I squeeled.

"Oh, that's nothing, Brianna," he warned. "Stop struggling or it's going to be worse."

As much as I wanted to stop struggling, my body wouldn't let me. I kept kicking and fighting.

Exasperated at my constant struggles, Terrence slapped my bottom four more times and unbuttoned my jeans. "When I tell you to do something, you will do it!" he said. He threw me over his lap, then peeled my jeans and panties down to my knees.

"But, I'm sorryyyyyy!"

"You should have thought about this before you took your joyride around the country!"

I hated how he kept sounding like I went far away or something. He pinned my hands to my back. I expected him to lecture, but he didn't waste his breath. Instead, he skipped right to spanking me. His strong hands slapping my bare bottom fiercely, I jumped after every smack.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww!!" I screamed, kicking and fresh tears flowing from my eyes.

He spanked me hard and fast, getting faster and harder as the slaps progressed. "Think SMACK!!! about this SMACK!!! next time you SMACK!!!!! want SMACK!! to disobey me! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!"

"Owwwwieeee! Terrence I'm sorry!!!!"

He didn't do anything but speed up his pace.

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

I finally gave up all struggling and lay limply over his lap, sobbing into the couch cushions and taking my punishment, which I knew I would have to take when I left. But, it hurt so much!

Finally he gave me three final smacks then stopped, allowing me to cry while he rested one hand on my bottom and the other rubbed my back.

"Shhhhh, it's okay," Terrence said soothingly. "It's okay, Brianna, it's all over."

My crying died down after lying there for a while and finally he lifted me up and sat me in his lap.

"The only reason I did that was because I care about you, Bri. You know that, right?"

I nodded.

"You could've gotten hurt or killed or kidnapped."

I nodded again.

"Was it a good concert at least?"

I smiled. "Yeah, it was, but I don't think it was worth it."

He hugged me tightly. It really wasn't worth it... I had let down my brother and gotten spanked... there would be plenty of other times to see concerts, but it was too late to regain my brother's trust.