30 November 2003

Story: Sneaking Out

Misc Story.  Helen is spending the weekend at her friend Teresa's house while their moms are out of town.  The two girls want to go to a concert, but Teresa's dad denies them permission to stay out so late.  The girls decide to go anyway, and opt to sneak out.  That should go over really well.

Sneaking Out
by Breanna Carter

When I was in third grade, my mom divorced my stepdad and we moved into a new neighborhood. It was weird to me, actually living in a neighborhood for once; the ones I was used to were filled with old people, or at least teenagers that weren’t even close to my age. This neighborhood, on the other hand, was filled with kids of all ages. That is, except ones that were my age. They were either two years older or two years younger, and the fifth graders really didn’t care to know me that much. It didn’t bother me, though, because they were all boys anyway, and who can have sleepovers at a boy’s house? I basically hung out with a first grade girl that lived a few houses down until she moved out at the beginning of the summer after third grade. It was sad for me, but since I didn’t know her THAT well, I didn’t take it too hard. There were plenty of other kids that lived near that I could hang out with.

In a matter of days, a new family moved into the house. A family with a mom and a dad and six kids. I figured that at least one of the kids could be close to my age and I set off to find out for myself. That evening, I found a new best friend: a girl two years younger than I named Teresa. From that point on, I had a new family with things I never had, like brothers and sisters and also a father, and one extra mom.

Anyway, that’s just a little background for you. That’s really not what the story is about at all. I mean, sure, I could go into detail about every little fight we had, all of the fun sleepovers and stuff, but really, none of that stuff sticks out in my mind. There’s only one situation that I can remember every, and I mean EVERY, detail of. It was the night of a big concert downtown, the day after my sixteenth birthday and my first day with a license. My mom and Teresa’s mom were out of town together to have a “girl’s weekend out” and I was left in the hands of 6 squalling kids and Teresa’s father.

“Ten o’clock, Teresa, and that’s final!”

“But Da-ad,” she whined, stomping her foot. We were trying to talk him into letting us stay out until at least one in the morning because the concert didn’t start until eleven.

“NO, Teresa. If you keep on, I’ll change the time to nine.”

Teresa growled under her breath and stormed off to her room, slamming the door. I looked at her dad and kind of shrugged then trudged away. It was a funny situation, how they lived. Teresa had her own room as long as I could remember, but I don’t guess it really bothered the other kids that much. It was a four bedroom house, and the boys were all piled in the same room, and the twin girls had their own room, and Teresa, a room to herself.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, cracking the door open a little.

“Yeah,” she answered and I went on inside then plopped on her bed. “Helen, we have to go to that concert... I just HAVE to see that band.”

I nodded, not really wanting to give my two cents, but she looked so desperate on finding a way to go... I don’t even think the idea of sneaking out even crossed her mind. So I watched her sitting there, racking her brain for some idea, pitying her for being so goody-goody that she couldn’t think of the BEST way to get out of the house. Finally I said it: “Let’s just sneak out, Teresa... It won’t be that hard. We’ll leave at 11, I’ll keep my car at my house, we can walk down there, and drive off, get back in after the show, and nobody’ll ever know.”

“Yeah... but what if we get caught?”

“Well, can you think of a better idea?”

She averted her eyes to the floor and thought, then looked back at me. “No, I guess not. But I don’t think it’s a good idea... if we got caught Dad would kill us..”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, we can just stay home,” I mumbled.

“Nah.. I don’t wanna. I’m just scared.”

“Well if you’re scared then we shouldn’t go..” I began, intending to tell her WHY, but she cut me off.

“No, I wanna go.”

I shrugged. “Let’s go on to the mall now,” I said. “We’ll get back by ten and then we can say we’re calling it a night and then we can leave and go to the concert.”

She nodded.

We went to the mall, I driving, of course, since she was only 14, her father giving us tons of warnings before I left. Her dad was a pretty nice guy, a father figure that I never had. He was in his 30s and a military guy, towering a good 6’4 over the two of us, so those warnings showed that he meant business. Definitely no drinking, smoking, doing drugs, having sex, stealing, or starring in kiddie porn sites. The mall was really uneventful, to say the least. We just walked around and drank strawberry-banana smoothies and ate pretzels, gawking over cool outfits at different stores. Teresa found the perfect outfit to wear to the concert, a skimpy black tanktop that showed more skin than it covered up and some adorable tight jeans. We also went to the temporary tattoo place and she had a fairy painted onto her stomach that was way too expensive for me to even consider getting. But hey, if she had the money, that was her thing. I preferred buying more useful stuff, that was permant, like cds.

We headed back home around nine because that’s what time the mall was closing and we really didn’t have anywhere else to go except for the concert, and it didn’t start until eleven. When we got there, Teresa’s dad and her older brother were watching something on tv, it looked like That 70s Show, my personal favorite because of my infatuation with Ashton Kutcher, but we didn’t stick around long enough to watch it. Teresa was already headed towards her room, exclaiming that she didn’t feel too well and wanted to head onto bed. I figured that she couldn’t get more obvious that we were going to sneak out than that. I shrugged and followed her, saying that she probably just ate too much at the mall but the guys didn’t seem to really care that much.

“Geeze, Teresa, could you be more obvious?”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“I mean, being nervous and running to your room when we get here is basically just saying that you’re sneaking out..”

“Oh,” she said. “But really, I’m just pissed at him for not letting me go.”

I shrugged and changed into my pajamas, desperately hoping that everyone was sound asleep in a couple of hours. I’d hate for us to open the window to sneak out, only to find Teresa’s dad swinging the door open to tell us goodnight. That would suck, not to mention ruin our plans.

Around 10:30, her dad came in and told us goodnight, not to stay up too late, and apologized to Teresa for upsetting her earlier. She kind of accepted his apology, shrugging then rolling over to pretend like she was going to sleep. I just smiled and told him goodnight.

“Are you ready?” Teresa’s shaky voice whispered in the darkness. I don’t know why she chose that time to whisper, we had been talking at a normal tone for the past thirty minutes.

“Yeah, I guess,” I answered, not seeing what the big deal was. She was so jumpy that it was getting kind of annoying. “You begin opening the window, QUIETLY, and I’ll check to make sure no one happens to be standing in the den waiting to catch us leave.”

“Could you keep it down?” she whispered.

I rolled my eyes although she couldn’t see. “Fine,” I whispered back. I rolled off the bed and cracked the door, peering outside in the den and hallway, seeing almost absolutely nothing, but noticing that all of the doors were shut from the small glimpse of light there was. I shut the door back as she fiddled with the window. I moved towards the lamp and flipped it on.

“HEY!” she said like she wanted to yell but not wake anyone up. “What the hell are you doing!”

“Uh, turning on the lamp,” I said, then realized that we were trying to keep it quiet.

“Well turn it off!”

“Why? Nobody’s going to see it. We gotta get dressed.”

She scowled at me and finally got the window open. I searched around in my bag for my baggiest pair of jeans and a tiny T-shirt. I went ahead and dressed myself then brushed my hair and chewed on a piece of ice breakers gum, to take away my bad breath. I slipped my shoes on and waited for Teresa, who was moving as slowly and quietly as a snail. Bad simile, I know.

“Geeze, would you hurry up? You DO want to actually see a band play, don’t you?”

She glared at me but hurried up anyway. I flipped the lamp back off and she hopped through the window with ease. I followed shortly behind, baffled for a minute about what to do with the window, and just decided to leave it open. There was such a distance between her room and the ground that we might not be able to open it when we got back home. Teresa did have her key, though, and if it came down to it, she could use it to sneak back in through the front door.

We hurried out of the yard to my house. By the time we got to my car, Teresa was full of adrenaline and nearly shouting.

“Keep it down,” I ordered. “At least wait until we get out on the highway to make so much noise.”

She just grinned at me and I started up the car, turning the music down because I had had it too loud, and backed out of my driveway towards downtown.

When we got on the freeway, I blared our favorite band and both of us sang along, her filled with adrenaline from doing something so “daring” and I just having fun. I wasn’t exactly what you would call a BAD child, but I wasn’t worried about anything. If we did get caught, the worst that could happen would be getting grounded, and that didn’t really bother me that much. It wasn’t like I went out that often anyway. Besides, I knew we wouldn’t... what are the chances that her dad would just *happen* to go in her room and see us missing? Slim to none.

The concert was great. We jammed to the coolest local bands and flirted with hott guys all night. I could tell that Teresa was nervous as hell, and a couple of times she asked if we could go back home cause she had a bad feeling, but I told her to relax, nothing was going to happen. Naturally, she took a deep breath in and flirted with more guys.

Around two in the morning, all of the bands had played and everyone stood around talking with the bands and their friends. I saw how nervous Teresa was and decided to cut my conversation with the hott bassist short. I wanted to talk to him about everything, from song writing to college to his girlfriend, hopefully lack there of. But I just talked about how awesome his band was then insisted that I leave because I had to be home by three. He grinned at me and said he hoped to see me at the next concert. I made a note to myself that he was either single or greedy then hurried Teresa out of the door.

“Are you okay?” I asked when we got into the car.

She nodded. “Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Right..” I said sarcastically. “I don’t see what you’re all worried about... we’re not going to get caught, unless your dad randomly checks the rooms every night at 1 AM.”

She smiled. “He doesn’t.”

I sped the entire way home, though, just because I knew her nerves were on edge, and I didn’t want her having a heart attack on me or something.

It took us less than ten minutes to get home and I parked my car in my empty driveway then we walked towards her house. “Hey, Helen... was that light on when we left..?”

I looked up and noticed the porch light. WAS it on when we left? “I’m sure it was...” I murmured, knowing that she didn’t believe me because even I doubted myself.

We snuck around the side of the house towards her window. I wasn’t really that worried about it... I figured that maybe he just forgot to turn the light off after we got in. That is, I wasn’t really worried until I heard her mutter, “oh shit.”

I looked up to see the window shut. She looked at me with puppy eyes. “Relax,” I whispered, feeling the full effect of her nervousness now. “I’m sure it fell or something. Window’s fall down all the time. You have the key, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s too risky. Do you think we should climb on top of each other and try to open it?”

“No, that’s even more risky. We could fall and break a few bones or something.” She shuddered. “Look, let’s just go in through the front door.” We were both basically thinking the same thing... we’re fucked.

We held hands on the way back to the porch, trying to comfort each other. She was definitely more scared than I was, but her nerves were making me nearly as jumpy. The cat jumping through the bushes almost gave ME a heartattack, although it didn’t phase Teresa that much at all. We climbed up the steps slowly, taking one at a time, then looking at each other and taking another. Unfortuantly, there were only four steps, so although it seemed like we were creeping towards the top, we were there in a matter of seconds. I let in a deep breath and so did she, then she inserted the key in the lock and turned. We heard the door unlock and took one final deep breath before we shoved the door open.

The house was as asleep as we left it, every door shut, every light off. I gave a sigh of relief. We were safe.

We tiptoed across the living room, still holding each other, probably more this time because I didn’t want to run into anything and get us caught. We had made it this far, it would REALLY suck to get caught now. We went through the living room, then through the hallway, past her brothers’ door, and took a step down entering the den, where what we saw made my heart stop. It was the computer, turned on, and a man sitting in front of it that I recognized as Teresa’s father.

Her heart must have stopped, too, because we just stood there dumbfoundedly, not even trying to sneak in her room before he acknowledged our presence.

“It’s about time you girls got home,” he said, not even whispering, although he was using an extremely calm voice. That isn’t always a good thing, though. “Go to your room,” he added, rising from his seat at the desk. The den was a big square room, and when coming in from the hallway, like we were, Teresa’s room was on the left, and straight ahead was her parents’ room and her sisters’ room, and to the right of their rooms was a tv and then if you moved over a little bit, the computer desk sat. It was at a position where you couldn’t see it until you entered the den. Anyway, so Teresa and I, by this time we were panic-stricken, turned left and nearly plowed into the closed door. Her dad was not far behind us, and the thought of him following us made me a little uneasy. I really wasn’t up for being yelled at tonight, and him waking everybody up, because being a military guy and all, I was sure that he could yell pretty loudly.

We hurried inside and plopped down on the bed, facing the doorway. Her father was right on our heels, swinging the door open and turning the light on, blinding me.

“Where in the hell have you been!” he asked, still seeming a bit calm, but I could tell that he wasn’t calm, just trying to keep his cool. He was staring straight into Teresa’s eyes and I could tell that he wanted her to answer, but I knew how nervous she was..

“We went to a movie,” I lied.

He glanced at me. “A movie? At this time of night?”

He didn’t buy it. “Yeah, it was a late showing at midnight and we really wanted to go.” Hey, it was a dumb excuse but I was desperate for something and I knew that being downtown at a concert definitely wouldn’t fly with her dad.

“Helen, you lying to me is NOT helping the situation any,” he said angrily, looking back towards Teresa’s downcast eyes. “Teresa! Where did you go, and I expect the truth young lady!”

Okay, so now he was deciding to use that military skill on us. I figured he’d use even more when he found out where we’d actually been..

“We went to a concert,” she said in a weak almost inaudible voice.

“You went WHERE?”

“To a concert..”

There was a moment of silence and all I could hear was her dad’s loud breathing and Teresa’s fidgeting. “Do you realize how worried I was? I see both of you gone and I don’t know if you snuck out or what. And what the hell are you wearing Teresa?”

She kept her eyes focused on the carpet below.

“Your mother and I have told you plenty of times not to wear that type of clothing and you know better than to sneak off and do that behind our back.”

I rolled my eyes. “Give it a rest already. It was my idea to go to the concert in the first place... you shouldn’t blame Teresa.”

He shot me a look that made me instantly close my mouth. “You know, Helen, I honestly don’t care that it was your idea. What I’m worried about is that you drove after state curfew, went to some concert downtown and Lord knows how much traffic there is down there, and the two of you are only 14 and 16 years old. Do you realize that you could have gotten raped or killed? You could have gotten in a wreck, or even arrested for being out past curfew. And what bothers me the most, Helen, is that you are the leader to my kids, they look up to you and adore you and want to follow in your footsteps, and what you did tonight showed me how irresponsible and immature you really are.”

I tried to keep my glaring at him down to a minimum. But who the hell was he to call me irresponsible and immature? He sure as hell wasn’t my father... although he was close enough...

“Teresa can make her own decisions and can think on her own, and even if it was your idea to go tonight, she could have easily turned you down.” He looked back at Teresa whose eyes were still fixed on the ground. “And Teresa, I’m upset at you for sneaking out of the house AND for wearing that type of clothing. And that tattoo I see on your stomach must be one of those temporary ones that they give at the mall that we’ve told you plenty of times you can’t have.”

She didn’t argue. I wanted to argue for her and tell him that it was her own money and she could spend it as she pleased. But if she didn’t want to stick up for herself, I couldn’t change that.

“I want you both to get into your pajamas and open the door when you’re finished. Each of you is getting a pants down spanking for this stunt you pulled tonight.”

My mouth dropped to the floor and he left the room. I sat there... I don’t even know the words to describe how I felt. I was nervous, scared, shocked, angry. It was like my stomach was twisted into knots and I wanted to shout that he couldn’t do that to me, but I knew he could and I was scared because I had never been spanked before. Well maybe once or twice as a kid, but that didn’t count. I was too young to even remember that... And pants down? What was the deal with that? It must mean that this was pretty serious... I mean... gee, I’d known that spankings were given in this household, I’d even seen one once... I remembered that day so vividly... How Teresa showed disrespect towards her mother, popping off to her and throwing her dinner plate onto the floor for some unknown reason. I remembered how her mother spoke the words “wait til your father gets home” and all the kids gasped, even me, although I didn’t know what it meant. I was only ten at the time, and I hadn’t known them for that long... But before I knew it, Teresa’s father entered the silent house. He came in, but nobody spoke, as we all knew the wrath of my best friend... or THEY knew the wrath, I just assumed that I knew what it was. And then everything after that... her mom describing the yelling and the plate crashing onto the floor... I saw Teresa with a tear trickling down her cheek staring at her feet. And her father said “is that true, Teresa?” and Teresa nodded, ashamed of herself for once. And then he announced the punishment... “A pants down spanking after dinner” and another audible gasp arose from the table. A pants down spanking was the worst of punishments... worse than hanging one of the kids upside down by their toes. Teresa had finished eating her dinner slowly, and I, too, ate slowly. For Teresa was the only person I wanted to hang around with at the house, and I didn’t want to leave the room until after her spanking was over so we could go into her room and play with her doll house or something. She finished eating her last bite of spaghetti and ambled slowly towards the living room where her father sat on the couch. My head throbbed with nervousness, just waiting to see what was going to happen...

“Helen?” Teresa said softly, and I snapped back into reality. Everything in my head was happening so vividly I had forgotten that I was about to receive MY spanking...

“Yeah,” I murmured, shakily standing from the bed and disposing of my pants, putting on pajama pants instead.

“Are you okay?”

I shrugged a little, trying to keep my hands from shaking so much. I looked at her. Her brown hair was fallen into her eyes, and there was three traces where tears had fallen just moments before. I didn’t want to tell her how scared I was... I don’t think I really had to tell her... she felt it.

“It won’t be so bad,” she whispered. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

I shook my head.

She hugged me tightly then moved towards the door, turning the handle. We both held our breath, just like in scary movies when they’re about to open a big door and discover something important, or really scary... The door slowly opened and her dad turned around then walked inside, shutting the door back.

“Teresa, you’re first.”

I felt the same thing I had felt before... that same throbbing feeling of confusion and something else, I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it. My heart was racing and I was having trouble breathing, something like an anxiety attack. It was moving in slow motion. I closed my eyes and opened them back again, so maybe it would help me see straighter. I was so dizzy. I stood over towards the side of the room and her dad sat on the bed. I told myself to breathe.

“Come here,” he told me, pointing for me to stand next to my friend. “I need to talk with both of you before I begin.” I nodded and weakly stepped towards her father, twiddling my thumbs. “Teresa, Helen... Look, I love you both... Teresa you’re my daughter, and Helen, you’re so close to being one you might as well be... I care about each of you so much that I couldn’t bear it if something happened to either of you. This sneaking out thing... it’s not a very smart idea at all. You could have had an accident or worse. Two teenagers downtown in the middle of the night is trouble waiting to happen. Older guys look at kids your age because they know you’re vulnerable. I know you two think you could take care of yourselves, but if it was a big gang of guys... I know you were mad at me for telling you no about staying out so late. But I only do it to protect you. And Helen... I don’t appreciate you lying to me at all. I want you both to know that the kids in this house look up to both of you as a positive influence, and if they saw that you guys snuck out of the house and got away with it, they would all think they could do the same, and somebody would end up getting hurt, more so than I’m doing right now, okay?” I nodded. “Teresa, you know we don’t want you wearing that type of clothing. That basically invites guys to rape you. The tattoo thing.. well, it doesn’t really bother me, it’s just that we already told you that you couldn’t have one, and you went and did it anyway. I know you’re 14 and you feel grown up, but you’re not yet, and you’re still under my house and my rules. When I tell you not to do something, you will NOT do it, do you understand me?” I felt her nod next to me. “Helen, I expect you to respect me more so that you have done tonight.” I, like Teresa, hung my head, staring at the carpet in shame. My heart began to pound again with the stillness that engulfed us. Finally he spoke again. “Okay, Teresa. You’re first.”

I took a couple of steps over and looked up as Teresa wiped her eyes. I knew if she was that scared, I may as well have fallen over with a heartattack by now... but unfortuantly, I hadn’t. Teresa looked into her father’s eyes.

“Pants down, Teresa,” he ordered.

She slipped her fingers between the waistband of her pj pants and after looking at her father for a couple of seconds, pleading with him to change his mind, she tugged them down to her knees. All I could feel was my heart thumping and I kept telling myself to breathe, because I was finding it rather difficult to do so without telling myself. He gently pulled the limp body over his lap, positioning her to where her hands touched the floor and her bottom was raised high in the air. Without hesitating, he tugged her panties down to meet her pj pants. I took another breath in and another one out, closed my eyes and opened them, still trying to help myself see straight, then I watched, the only thing else I could do.

“Teresa, I want you to know how disappointed I am in you tonight, and I don’t want you ever to do something like this again, Young Lady.”

He raised his hand up high and landed the first smack on her upturned bottom, causing her to squeel a little bit. My heart began beating faster and faster. I thought about the last spanking I had witnessed as he raised his hand and crashed his hand down on her bottom again. The first spanking... short and simple... A young girl in the livingroom with her father sitting on the couch expressing his anger and disappointment to her, telling her how she better never use that tone of voice with her mother again, never throw anything in this household. She had stood twitching nervously, wishing that it wouldn’t happen. He had ordered her to pull down her pants and she did so, me watching from a distance... It was over quickly, just two sharp smacks on her rear end and an admonishing voice telling her to never do something like that again...

But this... it was far, FAR worse than the other punishment. He was already working up a rhythm and Teresa was kicking furiously, her bottom a light pink color. I was hoping that he’d stop soon, because my heart was pounding so loudly that I wished I could get my punishment over with so it’d stop... pounding loudly I mean. But he didn’t stop, or even let up on his smacks. He just hit her bottom in rhythm as she tried to stay brave, but it was so hard for her, I could tell. Her eyes were already beginning to tear up and her cries of “ouch” were getting louder and louder. Her kicking increased with the speed of his arm spanking her. Her bottom turned a darker pink and she was full out crying by now, kicking and pleading for her dad to stop. I wanted to cry, because I knew in a matter of seconds it would be me over her father’s knee, getting the daylights spanked out of me. And who knows, it might be worse because I’m older, or because I talked back to him, drove her to the concert...

I remembered after the spanking how I found my friend in the den laughing. It was a nervous laughter, I knew... but she wouldn’t play it as that. She didn’t deny it hurting the least bit... Of course, I didn’t ASK her if it’d hurt, I just assumed it did. She said she had a pink handprint on her rear end from those smacks.

This was more than a pink handprint... this was a fully red bottom by now. The room was filled with muffled sobs and loud smacking noises and I feared for my bottom more than ever at this point. If it could cause my friend, whom had been spanked before, to cry like this, what would it do to me?? I’d probably pass out from exhaustion of kicking and crying so much.

Finally the sounds of hand-meeting-bottom stopped and the only noise that filled the room was Teresa’s loud sobbing. I imagined that her dad probably made me watch so I’d be scared shitless when it was my time. Whether that was his plan or not, it worked.

He hoisted her from his lap and held his weeping daughter in his arms. “Shhh, shhh, honey... It’s okay.” He rocked her back and forth for a minute, causing my anticipation to rise higher and higher. I tried not to be so nervous, but it’s so hard when you know what’s awaiting for you. He finally lifted Teresa up and she wiped her eyes with one hand and rubbed her bottom with the other then hobbled over to where I was, still crying.

I gulped.

“Your turn, Helen..” he said, looking into my eyes and causing my heart to skip about seven beats. I picked up one foot and put it in front of the other, not really going very far... I did that one final time and I was standing to the side of him. I fidgeted nervously with my hands as I stood there. “Pants down,” he ordered. I complied, still fidgetting and heart racing more than ever. Was I really about to get spanked? I saw Teresa crying in the corner... I didn’t want to do this... I was so scared.

I stood there, pants to my knees, looking at him. He didn’t waste time and helped me over his lap. I imagined what I looked like in this position, probably as ridiculous as I felt. The next thing I felt was hands tugging my panties down and a hand resting on my bottom. I let out a small whine. He hand was so warm, in contrast to how my bottom felt... It was foreshadowing how my entire bottom would feel in a matter of seconds... It was just resting there, lightly, giving me the chills with every millisecond I waited that felt like hours.

“Helen, like I told Teresa, I am very disappointed in you tonight. I want to make sure that you never think about doing anything like that again.” His hand lifted from my tiny bottom where it rested and I clenched my eyes close together. I knew what was coming... I had seen this just minutes before, only it wasn’t me in this position, it was my best friend. I braced myself for what was to come, but all the thought that were running through my mind of how much it would hurt... NOTHING could compare to the sting when his hand collided with my bottom.

“OWWWWWW!” I cried out, not expecting it to hurt NEARLY that much. I have to be brave, I told myself. I was 16 and I needed to take my punishment like a 16 year old, not a baby.

He gave me a second to regain my composure. I was thankful for that, except it made my bottom tingle and sting like crazy and my heart still thumped loudly and I was breathing really heavily. He raised his hand again and it came crashing back down, a little lower than the first smack. I cried out again, trying to wiggle away from him, but he just tightened his grip and landed four smacks one after another. I clenched my fists and attempted to move and keep him from hitting the same spots, but it didn’t work. All was futile. He landed more smacks, hitting my bottom in rhythm as he had done for Teresa. The pain was almost unbearable. I winced after each spank, by this time, not crying out as loudly, mostly to keep my dignity. After all, I WAS 16...

The spanks kept comming rapidly. He would stay in one spot for a few smacks, then move a little and concentrate in that area. After a while of doing that, he concentrated on ONLY the sitspots and when he began that I was bobbing up and down and crying out loudly again, basically telling myself “screw dignity!” He began spanking me faster, not allowing me time to breath between each one like he had been doing before. I started kicking frantically, legs and arms flailing, hoping that it would help some of the sting go away. It didn’t. I finally gave up on trying to remain quiet or keep my dignity, and began bawling like a baby over his knee. It hurt so much. He wasn’t showing any mercy whatsoever. I was crying so loudly and begging him to stop, apologizing every breath I could take, but he just kept on spanking me. I finally lay limply over his lap and sobbed away, exhausted from the spanking, and he knew that I was broken, because he picked my limp body up and held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, letting me cry into his chest.

“Shhhhh, Helen... It’s okay..” he said soothingly.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered into his chest.

“It’s okay, honey...”

I stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, allowing myself to cry and be held. I wasn’t held often, and it was a nice feeling, actually seeing someone care about me for once. And I understood exactly WHY he did what he did.. not to be mean, but because he really did care about me. That’s what good fathers did... they cared, unlike my dad who spent more money on alcohol than he would ever THINK about spending on me.

I was finally lifted up and I pulled my pants and panties back up.

“I love you girls,” he said. He hugged us both then tucked us into bed, both of us on our stomach and all. He turned out the light and left the room, I still sobbing, although by this time, Teresa had regained her composure.

“Helen? You okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “Are you?”

“Yeah... my ass kind of hurts, though..”

I let out a tiny giggle. “Kind of??” I knew she was grinning. “Hey, I’m sorry for talking you into sneaking out... I realize now why you didn’t want to do it.”

“It’s okay... I agreed to it.”

I nodded. “Goodnight.”


I fell into a dreamless sleep that night, shortly after lying there, rubbing my bum for a few minutes. I wondered if all the other kids were up, listening in at the doorway while it happened. Siblings had a tendency to do that... listen to others get into trouble, sometimes they even made fun of them. If they heard, I never found out, because nobody ever said anything about it. I had a hard time sitting at breakfast that morning, but nobody questioned why. I wondered if Teresa was in as much pain as me...

17 November 2003

Story: Heavenly Weed

Part of the Terrence/Bri series.  Bri starts selling weed and has this highly intelligent idea to sell it to someone at school (er, maybe I should note that I'm being sarcastic and it's really not a highly intelligent idea to do that).  When she gets caught, the consequences are beyond that of just a spanking.  This story feels like it was like the turning point in this series... it's what set up the next phase of Brianna stories.  It's also a lot better written than the earlier Bri stories (in my opinion).

Heavenly Weed
by Breanna Carter

I can't exactly explain how I got into selling pot. I guess it all started with Stephanie's older brother, Jeremy. She and I started hanging out with him more often as we were only sophomores and he was a super cool senior. When he went to others' houses and came back with tons of money, it didn't really phase me that much, because I didn't really see anything wrong with it. It wasn't until one day at school that I made a deal with someone.

"Man, I need some weed for 4/20," my friend, Angela, said, sighing and pulling her knees to her chest as she sat against the wall.

"I can get you the hook up," I said, not really thinking of anything.

She sat up. "Really? Can you? I just need a dime bag."

I shrugged and talked to Jeremy that evening. After being laughed at for a few minutes, he finally agreed. A few days later, Angela came again to me to get "the hook up" again. I went to Jeremy again and that's when he suggested that I become a dealer like he was. It was easy money apparently, something that I didn't make at my job at the pizza place. I decided to take him up on his offer. He gave me the number of his supplier and I talked with each of them and finally got myself set to where I was making as much money as Jeremy himself.

Of course, I was stupid. Not ignorant. I knew what I was doing was clearly illegal and bringing it to school was grounds for expulsion, but I didn't think of it at the time. I guess I had other things on my mind. Or, I was stupid, like I said.

It came as a surprise to me one day when another friend of mine, Mark, came up to me and told me that his cousin asked about me. Apparently, Mark had told him that he bought some and his cousin asked from whom he bought it, and he let my name kind of slip. But his cousin was a good guy and would probably just come to me to buy some. I hoped that was the case.

It wasn't.

The next day a short boy with brown hair that covered his eyes came up to me. "Hi, Brianna?" he said.

I nodded slowly.

"You got tickets to that concert this weekend?"

"Huh?" I said, then remembered the phrase for the kids I didn't know. "Oh!" I said. "Yeah, but they're at home. How many do you want?"

"Just one," he said, smirking a bit. I could tell that he was a freshman, and I really hated selling to anyone younger than me 'cause I knew all the effects that marijuana had on your body, I took health and I did really well in it. But, money was money and I knew I had to sell the last of the bags I had in order to make a decent profit.

"Sounds fine to me. Where can you meet me?"

"Can you just bring it to school? I don't have a car so I can't meet you anywhere."

I nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow before school then, 7:30?"

He nodded back.

"At the flagpole," I said and he nodded once more then I shook his hand and he walked off.

"Brianna," Stephanie said in an admonishing tone, "you should be careful who you sell to. They might be telling someone."

I just grinned. "He's only a freshman..."

"Exactly, probably a goody-goody freshman..."

"Brianna can handle herself, can't you Bri?" Jeremy said, patting me on the head.

I glared at him a bit. "Yeah, it'll be fine. Besides, it's at 7:30 and I won't have it on me during school, just a few minutes before."

Steph shrugged and Jeremy just grinned and ruffled my hair. "Do be careful, though," he said. "You still have that gun I gave ya?"

I smiled. "Under the seat in my car."

"Good girl."

The next morning I was at the school a few minutes before 7:30, nervous anticipation filling my body. I had tons of "what if" questions running through my mind. "What if a teacher sees? What if he really is just trying to get me in trouble?" My body shook as I headed towards the flagpole, and finally I made it there, trying not to look too suspicious. In a matter of minutes the young boy met up with me, grinning from under his mop top haircut. I led him away from the plain view of the flagpole towards the back of the school, where the T-buildings stood in a huddle.

"Where's the money?" I muttered under my breath, hoping that no one heard me.

The freshman didn't take the hint. "I have it in my pocket!" he stated loudly. "I want my TICKET first."

I glared at him. "Well you're not getting your ticket until I get my money, and I'm not taking it out of my pocket until you quiet down a little bit."

"Why be quiet when I have nothing to hide!" he yelled. "Do you want a deal or not?"

I scowled. "You punk-headed freshman," I murmured, digging into my pocket. "You better show me some money before I take this shit out."

He rolled his eyes at me and dug in his back pocket, exposing a brown leather wallet. He opened it and I saw the gleam of two ten dollar bills and about three twenties. This kid must've been rich! "I wanna see some weed before I hand it over," he whispered, finally taking the hint, because he knew he'd be in as much trouble as me.

The next events happened in slow motion. I grabbed the tip of the small bag between my thumb and forefinger and tugged at it while he watched me. The leaves rustled in the distance, it was towards the end of winter and they were all beginning to grow back. The zip-lock part of the bag peeked out of my pocket and finally, the entire thing was exposed. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded by about ten officers and everything was in normal speed again.

"POLICE!" one screamed. "FREEZE!"

I felt the gun being pointed at me and I saw the freshman smirk. That was when I realized that this was one big setup. I dropped the bag onto the ground and raised my hands high above my head, wanting to cry for being so utterly stupid as to bring marijuana to school.

"Brianna Carter," one officer said, stepping towards me, "you are under arrest for possession of controlled substances. You have the right to remain silent..." He made his speech while the world spun around me, causing me to become dizzier and dizzier as my heart thumped louder and louder. I became lightheaded, only aware of my heart pounding loudly, wondering if everyone else could hear it, too. "Brianna, move towards the wall," he said, sounding agitated as if he had already told me once.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek. He put a hand on my back and moved me towards the cold brick wall, placing my hands against it above my head. I plopped my forehead against it and cried, while I felt a woman officer searching my clothing to see if I had anything else. When she finished, my hands were handcuffed behind my back and I had nothing in my pocket, no keys, no wallet, no cell phone. They searched my backpack, finding nothing but history notes and some pens and a book I had been reading. Finally, I was escorted to the office by two officers, while the others went to search through my locker and my car. My face was tear-streaked and eyes glossy from so much crying, being so afraid of what was going to happen, so afraid of what my brother would think. He would skin me alive then disown me forever, and then I'd have to spend the rest of my life in jail for doing something so stupid.

"So Brianna, we meet again," the assistant principal said, looking at me disappointedly. He nodded to the two officers on either side of me and I felt the handcuffs loosen and finally fall off. "Come with me," he said, putting a hand on my back and walking me to the office while I let more tears flow out of my eyes, feeling so horrible, wishing that I would wake up from my dream in my own bed, panting and sweating at this horrible nightmare. But this pain was real, and the hand leading me towards Mr. Vaughn's office was real. "Have a seat," he said sternly when we arrived. I did as I was told, sitting myself down in a chair across from his massive desk, my right leg thumping with nervousness. I heard the door shut behind me and jumped.

Mr. Vaughn seated himself in front of me and looked into my eyes. "Care to explain to me what just happened?"

I looked down at the floor, not wanting to say anything.

"Your brother has been called. He will be here shortly."

The thought of that sent another pang to my stomach and I buried my head in my hands to keep myself from crying more. My head already ached and I knew I looked horrible. Crying would just make it worse than it already was.

"Brianna, all I know is the cop's story, I want to hear your's."

I hated all this pressure on top of me. I didn't have anything to tell, just that I was stupid for ever selling pot in the first place, much less ever bringing it to school. "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I shouldn't have ever done it..." I was having trouble speaking because my nose was stuffy and my head ached and I was still crying a little. "I'm sorry..."

I heard him open his mouth to say something but we were disturbed instead by a knock on the door. The knock made me more hysterical than ever. My hands could no longer contain my crying and tears were spilling out from the spaces in between my fingers.

"Come in," Mr. Vaughn said after clearing his throat.

I heard the door open, crying harder and louder and then heard an almost inaudible voice. "Mr. Vaughn, someone is here to see you. A Mr. Carter."

"Bring him in," Mr. Vaughn replied.

Everything seemed so surreal. Sure, I'd been in trouble plenty of times, sent to the office, stolen a couple of things before, even snuck out of the house. But nothing compared to this. Not only did I do something that was against the school rules or my brother's rules, but it was also completely illegal, and from the looks of things, everything was being searched and there was no telling what they would find. This wasn't even grounds for suspension, but grounds for expulsion.

"Hello, Mr. Carter, good to see you." I heard Mr. Vaughn rise from his chair and shake my brother's hand. "Go ahead and close the door."

I wondered if Terrence even knew why he was here, but I knew that he could tell it wasn't that good, especially since I was throwing a fit like I was. I heard the door close. Then, Terrence sat himself next to me.

"I guess you'll have to hear the story the way I heard it. I haven't gotten much out of Brianna yet, she's really upset." There was a pause and Mr. Vaughn sighed. "Seems that Brianna was caught trying to sell marijuana to a ninth grader earlier this morning. A boy came up to the security guard yesterday and told him that Brianna was a drug dealer and had agreed to sell something to him. The officer did not want to incriminate her without any evidence, so he arranged for three other officers to meet with him this morning to investigate." Funny, it seemed like there were way more than 4 people dressed in police suits... "This morning they followed Brianna and the boy towards the back of the school where she proceeded to take out a bag of marijuana to sell to him. Before the sale was made the officers moved in and confiscated it."

There was silence in the room. So this stupid freshman had set me up. He and the officer both! Thanks to both of them, I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison!

My crying had ceased a little so I could hear the story. Terrence spoke up. "Brianna, look at me," he said sternly. I couldn't bear to look in his eyes, to see how angry he was at me. I knew, though, that it'd be worse off on me for resisting than doing as I was told. I wiped my eyes with my hands then wiped the tears on my jeans and looked up to see both of them staring at me. I looked at Terrence. "Did this happen?"

That was a dumb question. He just wanted me to admit what I did. "Yes," I murmured, almost set into crying again. I pep talked myself not to cry because that would just make it worse.


I shrugged.

"Don't shrug at me Young Lady!" he said loudly.

"I don't know," I replied quickly.

"You not only sold pot, but you sold it at school??? Do you realize how illegal that is?"

"Yes," I murmured, wanting to crawl into a hole by myself...

Terrence looked back at Mr. Vaughn, urging him to continue with what else would happen.

"Well," Mr. Vaughn began, "Brianna is a bright girl, she's not by any means a troublemaker, and I hate to see her go like this."

I blinked. Go? Where was I going?

Terrence nodded.

"I guess you're aware that any type of possession of tobacco, alcohol, firearms, weapons, or drugs is immediate expulsion?"

I blinked again. This can't be happening. I mean, I knew that it was grounds for expulsion, but I figured that somehow I could get out of it...

Terrence glared at me then nodded.

"I have no other choice then..." he began but we were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in," Mr. Vaughn said.

The door swung open and there stood two uniformed men. "Sorry to intrude," one said, "but Mr. Vaughn, we have found an interesting piece of evidence in the defendant's car."

Oh, shit...

He held up a ziplock bag with the contents of a single handgun. I felt everyone's gasp and immediately went back to burying my face in my hands. I felt Terrence's eyes on me.

"Brianna Nicole Carter!" he yelled. My face burned with embarrassment. "Is that yours?"

I nodded slowly and felt him groan exasperatedly and slam his fist against the wooden arm on the chair.

"This was the only thing we found," the officer continued. "Her locker was clean and no traces of marijuana were found in her car." There was a bit of muttering going on around me, but I tried my hardest to concentrate on other things, like my happy place, where there were unicorns and rainbows and dogs and it was always sunny and there was no such thing as committing crimes.

I finally heard the men leave and Mr. Vaughn cleared his throat. "Brianna, you are a good student, and I'm sure wherever you go, you will succeed." I had to look up at him because I felt really rude not doing so while he spoke. "I hope that you are able to put this incident behind you and it won't follow you forever." I nodded. "Your brother cares about you a lot, and so do I, and what you did today hurt him a lot, and I think you owe him more of an apology than me." I nodded again and looked at my angry brother who sat next to me, on the edge of his seat, probably just waiting to get me home so he could deal with me. "I honestly believe that you know what you did was wrong, and I'm sure your brother realizes it, too. You're a great kid, and I didn't expect to see you slip into the wrong crowd like you did, because I know with your brains, you would have never thought of selling drugs." I looked at him for a moment. "If you tell us who your accomplices were, then you will probably get off easier..." I jumped up there. This whole spill about me being a good student was to get me to get other people in trouble. Bullshit!

"No!" I yelled. "No, I'm not telling you shit. It was my fault and nobody helped me and even if they did I wouldn't tell you!" I angrily stomped towards the door, but Terrence caught me by the arm.

"Settle down, Brianna. You are in enough trouble already so I suggest you listen to Mr. Vaughn instead of getting all angry."

I took a deep breath in and looked at Mr. Vaughn. He nodded slowly. "Well, I understand I guess. Seems like since you're in so much trouble you would at least want to get those others who are doing this in trouble, too." I said nothing, just glared angrily at him. "Well, I'm sorry that I have to expel you, Brianna. But, it's been a great two years and I wish you the best." I nodded, still angry at him, but suppressing it more and more with each word he spoke. He stood up and extended his hand towards me and I shook it then Terrence did and he opened the door for us.

It seemed like forever, sitting in Terrence's car as he talked with the policemen and filled out paperwork. I felt like an exhibit at the zoo, where people constantly stare at you and talk about you as if you weren't really there. I guess you don't know that feeling until you're really there. I understood now why the turtles always hid in their shells. I wish I had a shell to hide in right now. I'd feel more comfortable.

The ride home was silent, probably because I was too scared to speak because I knew I'd begin crying again. You know that knot that gets stuck in your throat and if you speak tears will come out instead of words? That's what it was like with me. And I guess that Terrence was too angry to talk to me.

When we pulled into the driveway he slammed the keys off and opened his door. "Get out," he stated.

I didn't waste any time getting out. My heart was pounding like crazy and I knew what was coming up and I was afraid for my own bottom. Terrence met me in front of the car and grabbed my upper arm.

"I can't believe you sold pot, and on school grounds!" He dragged me towards the house, then did the unexpected. Only once had Terrence spanked me outside of the comfort of my house, and that was when he smacked my bottom at school when I had gotten in trouble for cheating. But right now, he spanked my bottom with each step we took. "You SMACK! will SMACK! NEVER SMACK! do SMACK! anything SMACK! like SMACK! this SMACK! again! SMACK! Do SMACK! you SMACK! understand SMACK! me? SMACK!"

"Owww, owww, owwww... Yes, I understand!" I muttered, trying to step away from him, but he kept a firm grip on my upper arm.

"What were you thinking!" he said, stopping in front of the doorway and looking down into my eyes.

"I-I dunno..."



"Get into that house!"

I wasted no time getting inside, practically running in. Terrence followed shortly behind me.

I stood near the couch as he slammed the door. "Terrence, I really am sorry..." I murmured, fresh tears beginning to flow once again.

"I know you are, but that doesn't change the fact that you did what you did. And how long? One week? One month? One year???"

I cried more. "I'm sorry..."

"I'm so upset with you, Brianna. I can't believe you would do such a thing."

I looked at the floor until he moved closer and lifted my chin up with his fingers, causing me to stare into his eyes.

"Why did you do it?"

"I don't know... I just wanted the extra money... I didn't realize it was illegal..."

"You didn't realize it was illegal? That's the biggest load of bull I've ever heard, Young Lady. You knew good and well that marijuana was illegal."

"I know... but I didn't think..."

He glared at me. All I could do was think about what I should have done differently, who I should have listened to. I wished that I would have listened to Stephanie and not sold anything to someone younger than me. I wished I would have listened to the drug ed teachers and not have even gotten involved with drugs. I wished that I would have listened to my conscience that told me what I was doing was wrong. I felt so stupid... so completely and utterly stupid. I still felt like I was in a dream and I hoped I would wake up... but, I couldn't. All I could do was stand here as Terrence stared at me with flaming eyes of disappointment, causing my stomach to churn.

He let go of my chin. "Well, let's sum up the events of the day. You tried to sell pot to someone, got caught, they found a gun in your car, you yelled and cussed at the assistant principal, got expelled, and arrested. What a day."

I wiped a tear out of my eyes as Terrence threw his arms up and paced around the room.

"You got EXPELLED, Brianna. Do you realize what that means?" That was a rhetorical question. "It means that you can't go back to school for at least a year, maybe longer, unless you go to a private school or the alternative school. What do you think about that?" Another rhetorical question. "AND, not only did you get expelled, you also got arrested. THAT means that you have to go to court and I have to pay some huge fine and you might even get jail time." More tears kept falling from my eyes. "What exactly did you do with all of the money that you got from dealing?"

"I saved some of it..."

"Well, good... at least we'll have some money to pay off the fine we're going to get. And why didn't you tell Mr. Vaughn who helped you out with selling that stuff? I know you didn't grow it in the backyard and someone must've given it to you. Doesn't it upset you that there's thousands of people out there doing this and you know some of them and YOU'RE the one getting in trouble?"

I shook my head, although he had a point. "I can't rat out my friends..."

"Ever think that maybe one of your friends ratted you out?"

I shook my head, finally looking down at the floor.

"What you did today, Brianna, showed me how irresponsible and immature you can be. I'm just so upset at you... I can't even think straight. I guess it never occurred to you what would happen if you did get caught, but I guess now you're going to find out."

I didn't want to find out.

He sat down on the couch and grabbed my wrist, pulling me over his lap. "You're old enough to know better than this. I realize that you're sorry," he said, just as I was about to remind him, "but I can't let this go unpunished."

I wanted to plead with him and beg that I was being punished enough by getting expelled and arrested, but the only thing that came out was a nod. I felt my skirt being lifted and he rested it on my back. I held the couch cushions tightly as he pulled my panties down to my knees. I felt the familiar cool breeze on my bare bottom and prepared for what was to come. I knew this would be a really long trip over Terrence's knee... probably the longest I had ever gotten...

He began quickly, spanking in rhythm, one cheek after the other, causing me to wince and jump with each smack. They weren't unusually hard, or fast even, but just normal spanks, slapping down on my bottom, not concentrating on any certain spots. This was definitely the warm-up, seeing as all it was doing was causing me to wince and exclaim "ow" every time he smacked.

He did that a good twenty-five times, then began spanking harder and faster, causing whines to erupt from my mouth and my legs to kick a little. He started concentrating more on the sit spots, spanking me five times hard on each of them, then moving up to my cheeks, and finally back down to my sit spots to make sure that when I sat for the next few days I would remember the consequences of my actions. He spanked like this for about two minutes or so, then began the, what I call, "unusually hard spanks." What I mean is that, in a matter of seconds, I was bobbing and bouncing all over the place, flailing my legs and screaming. He was definitely showing off the fact that he could bench press 200 pounds. I tried to keep a tight grip on the couch cushion and tried to keep myself from kicking so furiously. Well, I kept my grip, my knuckles were white from holding on so tightly, but I couldn't help but kick because it hurt so much...

Terrence stopped for a moment. "Brianna, if you don't stop kicking so much, I'm going to have to position you where your legs are under my knee..." He had never positioned me like that before, and the thought made me blush like crazy because I felt so young.

I nodded, still crying but promising him that I would stop. But, it hurt so much.

"It's supposed to hurt," he replied. "You sold pot and got yourself expelled from school... You ARE thinking about that while I'm spanking you, right?"

"Yessss," I whined, still holding onto the couch cushion for dear life and crying loudly. My bottom was on fire, stinging and throbbing like hell...

He began the rapid "unusually hard spanks" once again and I screamed for dear life, holding tighter onto the cushion and moving uncontrollably. I was shaking so much because it hurt so badly and I was sorry for ever doing what I had done, but I couldn't tell him because I was crying so hard. I tried to stop kicking so much, but with all of his effort pounding down onto my bare bottom, it was harder than it seemed. After carrying on like this for minutes, he finally stopped. I let go of the cushion and moved my hands back to rub out the sting, but he caught them instead.

"I'm not finished yet, Brianna. You wouldn't think that I'd let you get off that easily..."

I whined and wept more while he gripped my hands tightly behind my back. Without letting me regain my composure, he lifted me up and led me to the side of the couch. He leaned me over the couch at a position in which my feet were lifted from the ground and I had to hold myself up with my hands, so I wouldn't fall. This was probably a good idea, because I knew what was coming up would hurt really badly, and if my hands were holding me up, then I couldn't move them back to block my spanking.

The next thing I heard was the sound of a leather belt slipping through the belt loops of Terrence's jeans. This caused me to make a big uproar, crying and pleading at him. "Pleaseeeee, Terrenceeeeeeee, nooooooooo!" I begged. "I'm s-sorryyyyyyyyyy!"

"I'm sorry, too, Brianna. But this is what happens when you break the rules."

I watched him fold the belt over and I paced myself, breathing in deeply and listening to my heart pound. I closed my eyes and awaited the spanks of the belt.


"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" I screamed, wiggling my bottom to try and get the sting out, fresh tears flowing freely from my eyes. "I'm sorryyyyy, I'm sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!"

He showed no mercy. WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" I screamed again, weeping into the cushion, no longer counting on my hands to hold me up, but rather my head, since it was buried into the couch.

He landed four more loud whacks on my already flaming bottom, two centered on my sit-spots and causing me to nearly leap up from my position. Luckily, Terrence had his hand on my back and was making sure that I remained lying over the couch. He paused then landed four more, then four more, and repeated that routine a few more times. I never knew that Terrence could swing so hard. I mean, I knew from first hand experience that when he took off his belt, he meant business, from that time I had stolen something for the second time, but I never realized that he could swing THAT hard.

It took me a minute to realize that he had stopped, for my crying was so loud, I couldn't even hear the spanks anymore, and my bottom was throbbing so much that it was almost numb. I stayed lying like that for a minute, hoping that it was all over. He finally lifted me back up, making sure that he kept a firm hold on my hands so I wouldn't rub. When I was lifted up, he let go of my hands and I wiped the tears from my eyes. He held onto my upper arm and spanked me with his hand while I was standing upright.


"Owwww, owww, owwwwwww, owwwwwwwwwwwww!" I moaned.

"Will you EVER be in posession of ANY illegal substances again?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

"Nooooooo!" I whined.

"And will you EVER get arrested or expelled again?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!

"NOOOOOOOOO!! I'm sorry!!!"

"Good," he said, still keeping a grip on me with his left arm. He marched me over to the corner, spanking me with each step. "You will SMACK! stand SMACK! in this SMACK! corner SMACK! until I SMACK! tell SMACK! you to SMACK! move SMACK SMACK! Understand? SMACK!"

I exclaimed "ow" after each smack and said, "yessss, I understand owwww yesssssss!" It hurt to walk from him spanking my sit spots, that crease in between my thighs and my bottom, and it stung like hell while I stood in the corner, trying not to reach behind me and rub my bottom. I stood there for about five minutes or so and finally Terrence spoke.

"All right, Brianna, come here," he said, this time his voice more soothing.

I turned and walked slowly towards him. He held his arms out invitingly and I walked towards him, allowing him to pull me in for a hug. I cried into his chest and he stroked my hair, hushing me and calming me down. I muttered how sorry I was and he just told me that it would be okay, we would figure out a way to get me back in school, and he told me how much he loved me. Finally, he let go and looked me in the eyes.

"Brianna, I love you, you're the best sister I could ask for... I know you know how upset I am that you got yourself into so much trouble, but I'm going to try my hardest to have them let you back in school. Is there any way that you could tell me who the people were that helped you with this?"

"It was Jeremy," I spat out. "Jeremy and one of his friends..."

He nodded. "Go on and get some sleep," he told me, kissing my forehead.

I nodded and gave him a big hug, then bent down to get my panties that had somehow ended up on the floor, probably from all of my kicking. "Terrence, I love you..." I said, letting one final tear slip down my cheek. "Thanks," I whispered and tiptoed to my room, wincing with each step from the pain. I wasn't angry at Terrence at all for spanking me... I deserved it and I was glad that he loved me enough to do what he did. I flopped down on my bed and buried my head into my pillow, only to fall into a dreamless sleep.

10 November 2003

Story: Potty Mouth

Misc Story.  Sarah's parents are out of town when she gets into trouble at school.  Her brother, Ryan, must take the matter into his own hands and assure that she's appropriately punished.

Potty Mouth
by Breanna Carter

I smoothed my green plaid skirt down as I waited in the Headmaster's office for my brother to pick me up. Naturally, I picked the best time in the world to vandalize the bathrooms in the school. It was the same month that my parents decided to go to Paris. I smirked a bit, glad that I was finally kicked out of this hellhole of a school. At least I'd get to go somewhere else or stay home until Mommy dearest came home and begged the people to take me back. Or bribing rather.

"I don't find anything funny about this, Miss Parker."

I snickered a little. "I do," I muttered under my breath as I met the Headmaster's death glare.

Just as I was about to pop off something really Smartassy, the door swung open and Ryan stormed through the door in his nice outfit, like he was fresh out of a catalog for some private school. I guess he kind of was, since he came to pick me up from Harvard. Stupid rich boys.

He shot me the same glare as Headmaster and I cracked up laughing.

"What on earth do you find funny, Sarah Parker?" Ryan asked me while I choked on my laughter. I said nothing so he just sighed and looked at the Headmaster. "I'm terribly sorry about this..."

The Headmaster nodded. "You will, of course, pay for the damages?"


The way they were talking made me crack up more. It was so much like the scene from some cheesy movie where the rich kid got arrested and the parent's promised to pay as long as their kid didn't get put in jail. I guess it sort of was like that. The disadvantages of being a rich girl.

Ryan looked back at me for a moment. "We must get going, sir. I'm sorry about this," he added nudging me a little.

I let out a snort. He wanted me to apologize but I wasn't about to do that... "Good luck trying to scrub that penis off your wall!" I said, bursting into giggles again and standing up. Ryan practically pushed me out into the hallway.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, stopping me and turning towards me.

I couldn't contain my giggles, especially with that look he gave me, acting like he was my father or something.

He smacked me right across the face, causing me to stumble a bit. He grabbed me by my upper arm and dragged me down the hallway. I had finally stopped laughing and I was instead rubbing my face where he had slapped me.

"I can't believe you, vandalizing the school and then laughing about it like it was a show on comedy central," he scolded, still dragging me. We were almost to the car by now, his angry legs walking at a very fast pace. He opened the door to the passenger's side of his car and shoved me in then slammed the door and got in on his side. I was still rubbing my face from that hit and I knew that I probably had a red mark. He was right, it really wasn't that funny anymore. He was pretty pissed off at me.

He drove about 90 down the highway to our house. I feared for my life and it was obvious since I kept ahold of my seat, praying silently to God that we wouldn't crash. Fortuantly, we didn't. Or is that unfortunate? At least if we would have gotten in a wreck Ryan could have saved his breath and not yell at me, which is what I was sure he would do once we got home. That was basically all he could do, right?


He parked the car in our driveway and slammed his car door, then waited for me while I still rubbed my face. I must have been walking too slowly for him because in a matter of seconds he was beside me, his hand on my back, pushing me forward. I stumbled a little bit but didn't fall and we finally made it into the house.

"Sit," he ordered. I did just so. "What the hell were you thinking!" he yelled. "Spray painting the walls, breaking the windows, smoking pot in the bathroom! What the hell was going through your mind, Sarah Parker!"

"Uhh," I stuttered, overwhelmed by his anger. "I dunno.."

"You don't know? Do you see these pictures!" he yelled and shoved them in my face. I didn't know where he got them nor did I ask. It was a picture of black spray paint on the wall with the words "HEADMASTER ALLEN SUCKS..." well you get the picture. There were broken windows and obscene pictures all around and the bathroom was half flooded. I would have complimented myself if Ryan wasn't shaking with anger in front of me. "And this," he said, holding a ziplock bag with a half smoked joint and a package of cigarettes inside. "Do you realize all of this could be evidence used in court against you? You could be fucking arrested and in jail for a few years." I wanted to argue and say that I could get bail. Or family could pay any fine, but he knew what I was thinking. "I wouldn't bail you out. I'd let you stay in there a while, you'd deserve it." I said nothing. "Explain to me why in the world you decided to vandalize the school."

I looked up at him, his dark eyes blazing with anger. I gulped silently. I knew exactly why I had done what I did, to get kicked out of another school. But I didn't realize that was I did was so utterly stupid...

"That's what I figured. You had no good reason to do what you did. There IS no good reason to do this," he said, pointing towards the pictures again. He paced around the room for a minute. I sat there nervously, my leg thumping. I had decided that he would probably do more than just yell at me. Confine me to my room or something. Kick me out of the house. Refuse to feed me for a week. "I'm going to spank you." I blinked. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"But you can't.." I protested.

"Wanna bet?" he asked. "Just watch me." He proceeded to lift me off of the couch. I struggled and tried to protest, but my efforts were futile. He had his mind set on what he was going to do and he was definitely going to do it.

"No," I pleaded. "Ryan, you can't. Please don't. I'm sorry."

"Stop struggling, young lady," he demanded, staring straight into my eyes and causing my heart to sink. "You are getting a spanking and that's final."

"Nooooooooo," I whined, trying to escape but he had a firm grip on my arm. He plopped down on the couch and pulled me over his lap. "Ryannn, stoppppp," I begged.

"Stop struggling!" he demanded as my hands flew to my bottom trying anything to keep this from happening. He moved my hands up but I kept flying them back to my bottom. "SARAH!" he yelled. "Move your hands."

"Nooooo," I whined, keeping my hands where they were. He lifted them up and smacked my bottom hard. SMAAACK!!!!!!! "Owwwww!" I said, struggling and moving my hands back to cover up where my brother had just slapped my rear end.

"You are 16 years old, Young Lady. You know better than to do what you did at school and you're going to get punished for it. Now move your hands."

I didn't move, just kept whining and pleading for him not to do this. I felt him move a little and I looked back to see him loosening his tie and finally taking it off.

"If you won't move your hands," he said, looking at me, "I'll find a way to keep them from your bottom."

This caused me to squirm and wiggle more, trying to get off of his lap and get away, just whining and screaming. His grip was too tight, though, and I didn't move very far. He finally finished taking his tie off and tied it tightly around my wrists where I was unable to block any type of spanking that was being administered. I struggled and whined. "Please, Ryan. Don't do this. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"Damn straight you won't do it again," he said, lifting my skirt up. "I'm going to make sure of that." I felt his fingers between the waistband of my panties and my skin and the next thing I knew my panties were being pulled down to my knees.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I whined, struggling and kicking more than ever at this point.

"Stop it!" he ordered, spanking my bottom as hard as he could causing it to tingle and sting.

"Owwwww," I whined, trying to move my restrained hands.


His strong arms slapped my bottom fiercely, alternating between cheeks and sitspots, and finally landing just on my sitspots. He spanked me more and more, harder and faster, a good 50 or so times before I was crying and pleading and begging with all mercy for him to stop.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed through tears.

"Good!" he answered and continued spanking me while I struggled and gasped for air. My struggles finally died down and I sank my head into the couch cushions crying as loudly as I could. He didn't let up, just continued spanking me.

"Are you ever going to vandalize anything again? Or smoke pot? Or act like what you did was no big deal?" Ryan asked, emphasizing each word with a harder smack than before.

"Noooooo," I whined. "I won't. I'm sorryyyyyy."

"Good!" he stated and spanked me again and again, rapidly as I cried and cried, my bottom throbbing like crazy and my head hurting from all the crying. He finally stopped and I wanted to rub my bottom so badly, but my hands were restrained and I couldn't move. He just let me lay there, sobbing loudly while my bottom glowed and ached.

He finally let me up and marched me towards the corner. My bottom ached with each step I took. "Stand there facing the corner and I don't want to see you turn around at all, do you understand me?"

I muttered a "yes" under my breath and stood there, shifting from one foot to another to ease the pain. I stared at the wall and tears still streamed down my face, one after another, falling to the floor. I cried because my bottom hurt and my legs hurt and my head hurt and my stomach hurt from feeling so guilty for letting my older brother down. I wanted just to hug him and tell him how sorry I was and how it wasn't funny and what I did really was bad. I guess that was his intentions for putting me in the corner, because as I stood there with a throbbing backside, that was all I could think about.

Finally I felt him untying the tie and my hands were free. He turned me around and looked down into my eyes. "Sarah, I love you, little sis. I know that you knew what you did was wrong. I don't want to see you getting into trouble like this. What if you had gotten arrested?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry," I blubbered, tears falling once more and falling into his arms, burying my head into his chest.

"Shhhh, I know you are. I know, sis." He rubbed my back and patted it softly. "You need to tell Headmaster Allen that you're sorry, too," he added and I nodded, my heart pounding because I honestly didn't want to tell him. "Maybe you can get back into school."

"But I don't wanna go back," I murmured.

"Why not?"

I shrugged.

"Well, that's not a good reason. If you can find a good reason, I'm sure we can find you a new school for next semester. As for now, you're going to call HeadMaster Allen and apologize, right?"

I looked into his eyes. "Yes, Ryan, I'll call him," I said, hands rubbing my red bottom. My brother let go of me and I tugged my panties up and he walked me towards the kitchen where the phone hung on the wall. The number was right there in front of me, staring at me. My heart still pounded. "I don't wanna call," I whined.


A sharp smack was landed on my bottom causing me to jump a few feet and cry out in pain. "Okay, okay," I said, dialilng the familiar number.

"Headmaster Allen?" I said when the man picked up on the other line. "I was just calling to apologize for what I did," I said, sniffling after nearly every word. He asked to speak with my brother and I gave him the phone. I didn't want to wait as they talked about me, so I asked for permission to go to my room and lie down for a bit.

I walked to my room wiping the tears out of my eyes the entire way there. I stopped in my bathroom and took a peek at my throbbing and stinging bottom, only to see that it looked as bad as it felt. My face looked pretty bad, too. I wiped my face with a washcloth until all of my makeup was gone and finally landed in my bed, exhausted.

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