25 August 2004

Story: Learning the Hard Way

Misc Story.  Jacy's friend and co-worker (Terrence... yes, from the Bri stories) is worried about her extreme usage of illegal substances.  He decides to have a heart-to-heart... or, um, hand-to-bottom.

Learning the Hard Way
by Breanna Carter

I sat in the living room of my apartment attempting to light a joint. Attempting because my hands were so shaky from all the stress. It’d been such a long day. But even as the stress filled my mind, somehow there still managed to be a part of my mind that only thought about how Terrence would react if he knew what I was doing. See, Terrence is a guy I work with. I’d known him for years, since I was sixteen and started working at the radio station. Now I was eighteen and he and I were pretty close. He was really the only guy I hung out with who’d stayed there that long. Terrence was the Radio News manager and I was on the news teams as well as a dj. We were so close because he always helped me through the tough times since he’d been through so much himself. With his own parents having died and all, and he having to raise his younger sister by himself, he seemed to have understanding and patience beyond his age. I learned so much from him. I learned how to better deal with stuff.

But at the time I was smoking the joint, the stress having disappeared for a brief moment, all I could remember was the long discussion we’d had last time I smoked. The person whom I’d bought from was the roommate of Josh, another guy on the news team, and as fate and luck would have it, they lived down the street from Terrence. Josh swore that Terrence saw me and knew what was happening, but I don’t know if that was the case or if he told him. But none the less, I’d promised Terrence that I wouldn’t smoke again because I did know all of the bad stuff it could do to me and I knew that my life was worth more than that, and he promised he’d kick my ass if I ever did it again because he didn’t want to see me get hurt. And here I was, smoking again.

The next day at work I was a nervous wreck. I kept screwing up the controls on air, I spoke over song intros twice while live on air and I kept losing my train of thought halfway through my talk sets. Once i said the wrong artist on air, I decided I needed a break. I slumped down in the break room with a can of creme soda and a bag of M&Ms. I couldn’t even eat the candy, though. My appetite seemed to be missing.

“Everything okay?” Terrence asked, getting a coke and plopping down next to me.

I shrugged, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. I couldn’t even look at him, that’s how guilty I felt.

“I saw you at Josh’s house last night,” he then commented.

I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach taking off in full flight.

“But since Josh wasn’t home I figured you were visiting his friend, whatever his name is.. the drug dealer.”

I gulped.

Terrence moved in close and turned my chin so I was facing him. “Jacy, did you smoke marijuana last night?” he asked.

“N-no..” I stammered.

He gave me a disapproving look. “So you just went over to see Josh’s friend.”

“Uh huh..”

“And stayed for ten minutes then left.”

I’m not a very good liar, for the record. “Yeah..”

I realized then that I wasn’t looking him straight in the eyes then looked back at him. “You didn’t smoke any?” he asked again.

I gulped again.

He took my silence as a yes, I did smoke. “Come on,” he said, and stood up, motioning for me to follow him. I left my M&Ms and soda on the table and just followed him to his office. When we hung out at the station it was always in the back production studio. Only a couple of times before had I actually been in his office, and it always meant I was in trouble.

He shut the door behind us and sat on his desk, ordering me to sit in front of him.

“Jacy, did I ever tell you what happened to my sister?”

I nodded slightly. He’d told me about how she got kicked out of school for selling marijuana... that’d been the topic of our last discussion.

“Well, let me refresh your memory..” he began. “My sister was sixteen years old, Jacy... some older guy got her interested in selling weed and she was arrested... ARRESTED. She got kicked out of school. She didn’t even smoke any. Do you know what would have happened to you if you would have gotten pulled over on your drive home?”

I nodded, staring down at his carpet.


“I’d have gotten busted,” I muttered, feeling really crappy.

“Exactly. You’d have gotten arrested and you’d probably still be in jail right now because bonds are expensive to pay. And with you being eighteen, you wouldn’t even go to juvi and get off with a warning... you’d be in prison.” He let that sink in for a moment. “You know what happened to Bri when she got home?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I spanked her.”

My mouth dropped and I just stared at him blankly. “But.. Terrence... you’re not going...” I began, dropping off because it was just too unbelievable to say.

He nodded. “I warned you, Jacy. I told you last time how stupid what you were doing was... and you agreed and promised never to smoke again.. and you broke that promise, but morely, you put yourself in danger. And you’re worth too much to put yourself in that kind of danger, okay? You could be in jail right now if a cop had pulled you over... and hell, smoking too much weed is really bad for your health. I’m not going to put up with it, Young Lady.”

My heart nearly stopped when he called me that. “But..” I began, not knowing of a good enough argument to convince him otherwise. When Terrence made up his mind, there was no changing it.

He waited to see what I was going to say, but my mouth moved wordlessly, nothing coming out. When he realized that I knew I was defeated, he just stood. He walked to the door and locked it.

“Terrence,” I whispered, my throat dry from being so nervous. “You’re n-not going to... well you know... here, are you?” I asked, still in a whisper.

He just nodded. “Sorry, kiddo. You earned this one.”

“B-but... people will hear,” I stammered.

He shook his head. “No they won’t.”

“I’ve... never gotten.. *spanked* ... before.”

He digested that. “Well, I won’t go too hard on you since it’s your first time, but believe me, it’s going to hurt like hell, understand?”

I nodded, lip quivering and a tear slipping down my cheek. “I dun want a spanking,” I whined.

“I know you don’t, but you deserve it, don’t you agree?”

That was a hard question because I didn’t honestly know if I deserved it or not. I guess I did deserve some sort of punishment, and Terrence was right, what I did was incredibly stupid. So maybe I did deserve to get spanked.

“Come here, Jacy,” he said, moving to an armless chair.

I stood up, legs trembling. My throat was dry and I tried to swallow, but it didn’t help any. Finally, I ambled towards him to await my fate.

“I’m going to spank you on the bare bottom, Jace. I’m going to let you pull down your pants, then I’ll help you over my lap and pull your panties down, okay?”

I nodded slowly, more tears beginning to stream down my face. “I’m scared,” I whispered.

“I know,” he replied. “It’ll be okay, but you’re still getting a spanking.” He paused. “Okay, Jace.. pants down.”

I wiped the tears away and tried to steady my hands. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, looking at Terrence and having so much modesty I couldn’t hide it. “Terrence, do I hafta?” I asked.


I whined again but unzipped my pants anyway and slid them down and hopped over his lap quickly. I knew it was probably an amusing sight for him. I mean, after all, I didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen before and I knew that, but it was still hard to undress in front of him.

He balanced me on his lap where my hands were touching the floor and my toes barely scraping it. “Okay, kiddo, I’m about to pull your panties down.”

“Wait,” I said, craning my neck to look at him. “Don’t I get a warm up, or something?” I asked.

“Nope, sorry. No warm up. Just be glad that I didn’t bring my hairbrush or paddle.”

I gulped at that then felt him tugging at my panties until they came sliding down my bare legs. I quivered in fear and began whining more. I didn’t like the cool breeze I felt on my backside... I liked the feeling much more with my panties up, so much that I almost asked him if I could take a raincheck for the hairbrush in order to keep my panties up.

I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to ask him had I wanted to because he landed the first smack square in the middle of my bottom and sent me yelping and bobbing up and down.

“OOOWWWWW!” I yelled, jumping up a little and reaching back to rub the sting away.

“Hands away, Jacy, or I’ll have to restrain them,” he ordered, pushing my hands away and resting his hand on my backside.

“Ittt hurttttt,” I whined, thinking maybe that was all he was going to give me. Boy was I wrong.

He lifted his hand again and sent it crashing down, this time on the right cheek, then crashed it down on the left cheek. I couldn’t help it... it was an impulse to reach back and try to block the smacks. Who knew a spanking could hurt this badly? Terrence caught my wrists and pinned them against my back.

“I told you, Jacy,” he said, spanking me again and again, very hard might I add, “no reaching back.” And thus, the spanking began. He spanked at a steady pace all over my bottom, being sure to cover each and every area to make sure that I was one well spanked little girl. And all I did was bob up and down and cry like a baby, bawling and begging and pleading for him to stop. But he didn’t.

“It is against the law to smoke marijuana,” he told me, emphasizing each word with a spank. “And you are my friend and I’m not going to allow you to get arrested over something dumb like that, understand?”

“Yeooowwwwwww... yesssssssssss,” I bawled.

He spanked more. “And if I ever ask you something and you lie to me like you did today, I’m going to let you feel what it’s like to get spanked with a hairbrush,” he warned.

“Ooookkkayyyyy,” I howled... “I w-won’t do it-t again!”

“Good,” he answered and spanked more, hitting my thighs a couple of times to send me yelping and begging for mercy.

“I’m sorrrryyyy,” I pleaded, “I’m so so sorry... no moreeee.”

He spanked me a little more, sit spots and all so he’d make sure I felt it while working, and then said, “and after this spanking, you’ll be all forgiven, okay? But I won’t forget, and I’m not going to let you off easy if you do this again.”

I tried to promise him that I wouldn’t do it again, but my body was racked with sobs and I wasn’t really able to say anything. My struggles died down and I just lay there limply, unable to move or anything. I was too exhausted and in too much pain. And that’s when he stopped, knowing that I was truly broken.

“Shhhhh,” he cooed, stroking my hair softly. “Shhhh, Jacy, babygirl. It’s okay. I’m finished.”

Who knew that a measly hand-spanking could make me cry like so?

“You’re all forgiven. It’s okay now.” He rubbed my back a little then lifted me up. I knew my eyes were red and puffy and my makeup running, but I didn’t really care. He embraced me in a hug. “You worry me sometimes, Jace. I don’t like you smoking or any of that crap, okay? Please don’t do it again.”

“I won’t,” I promised through tears, rubbing my red bottom.

“Good,” he answered and handed me a tissue. I finally regained myself after a few minutes, and pulled my pants and panties back up, realizing that I’d forgotten about my modesty else I wouldn’t have been standing there in front of him half naked. He dismissed me back to work after giving me a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, then patted my bottom and sent me on my way. On the way out he called after me, “Oh by the way, don’t worry about going on air for the news. I’ll cover it.” I gave a feeble smile of thanks, I didn’t want our listeners to hear me sound all choked up, it was unprofessional and embarrassing.

I sat through work that day vowing to myself that I’d never do anything like that again as I shifted uncomfortably. Right before it was time to come home, Terrence brought me a soda and said I could leave a little early and asked how I was feeling. I smiled. “Better,” I answered.

“Good,” he said, giving me a wink. “Get some rest. See ya tomorrow.”

24 August 2004

Story: Procrastinating Into Trouble

Part of the Just Shannon series.  Shannon isn't up for doing her homework, but she's about to have to stand up to finish it because Matt found out how much she's been slacking off.  As if it isn't bad enough that she hasn't started the report she has due tomorrow, she gets a little too much of an attitude.  Time for Matt to intervene.

Procrastinating Into Trouble
by Breanna Carter

Good Charlotte was blaring through my room as I flipped through the latest issue of CosmoGirl. I was singing along, headbanging and all, taking notes on how to tell if a boyfriend was cheating, when Matt walked in.

“You could at least knock ya know!” I yelled over the music.

“I tried!” he yelled back. “I don’t think the neighbors appreciate you holding a rock concert in my room, ya know! Think you could turn that down a bit?”

When I shook my head no and averted my attention back to the magazine, Matt sighed and turned the music off. “Hey! What’d you do that for,” I asked, glaring at him.

“Because it was too loud and besides, I gotta question for you.”

I rolled my eyes. Great. “Fine, what?”

“Your teacher called today and said that you have a huge report due tomorrow and she hasn’t seen you working on it in class, but instead you’ve been goofing off. I assured her that you probably already finished it, but didn’t mention that I haven’t seen you working on it either. I figured that all those nights you said you were going out with Lisa you were really at the library working on the report.”

I blinked. That report was due tomorrow? “Uhm, yeah. That’s what it is.”

He smiled, not buying it. “Great. How about I read it then? I’ll proof it for you, make sure you don’t have any mistakes. What’s the report on anyway?”

I blinked again. “I don’t need it proofed.”

“Sure ya do. It’s a really big report, so I hear. Counts as about 400 points... I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t get your full 100 percent just because it wasn’t proofed.”

“Truth is, I left it at school.”

“I’m sure. Guess we’ll just have to go up there and get it then?”

I sighed.

“You know, things would be so much easier if you just told me the truth..”

“Okay, fine... I haven’t gotten the report finished yet. There, happy?”

“No.” He took the magazine away. “You should finish your school work before you have a rock concert.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll finish it later,” I promised, attempting to grab the magazine from him, but failing.

“No, you’ll finish it now.”

“Ma-att!” I whined.

“Shan-non!” he mimicked.

“I don’t feel like doing the report right now.”

“I don’t care. You’ve had weeks to do it and if you hadn’t procrastinated, it’d be finished by now. And as your teacher said, you’ve had class time to do it. So I don’t want to hear it.”

I glared at him.

“And if you keep arguing, you’ll be doing that report standing up.”

Understanding what he meant by that remark, I sighed heavily and grabbed my backpack and threw it on my bed. Before I could get the books out and stuff, Matt spoke.

“At the table, Shannon.”

I groaned and threw my backpack over my shoulder then shoved past him to the kitchen table.

I worked on the report for about ten minutes then grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Then I worked a little more and got distracted by Wheel Of Fortune which is what Matt was watching on tv. Then I got engrossed in having a philosophical conversation with myself about how come Matt was watching that show, and then he woke me up.

“Shannon... staring into space isn’t going to get the report written,” he said.

I groaned and went back to work. It wasn’t twenty minutes before I got bored with it again and grabbed another snack from the kitchen.

“You’ll ruin your appetite,” Matt muttered from the living room.

“I don’t care. It’s keeping me more entertained than this stupid report.”

Finally, after it’d already gotten dark outside and Matt had told Lisa that I was too busy to talk or hang out, I finished the second page of my report and threw down my pen.

“Finished,” I murmured, then shoved everything in my backpack.

Matt got up and held his hand out.

I raised my eyebrows. “What?”

“Let me proof-read it,” he ordered.

“It’s fine, I finished it... no big deal.”

“I don’t care. Let me proof-read it.”

I sighed and pulled it back out of my backpack and handed it to him. He wouldn’t let me get up. He stood there over me, reading the paper to himself. I rolled my eyes at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, just kept reading. “Two pages, Shannon? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is a rough draft, right?”

“Matt... just... leave me alone. It’s fine.”

“No, Shannon, it isn’t fine,” he said, this time actually getting a little mad at me. “You’ve had this report for two weeks now and all you’ve been doing in class is goofing off and talking to your friends. Every night when you come home, you go out with Lisa or someone else for the entire evening and you don’t do any of your homework. While you’re in my house, you’re not going to goof off and let your grades drop, understand? You’re a smart girl and I know you can write a better paper than this.”

“No, I can’t,” I said, trying to stand up and push away from him, but he stood firmly in front of me.

“Yes, you can,” he replied, gently pushing me back in my chair. “Finish writing your paper, then you can type it up on my laptop and save it to a disk and print it out at school tomorrow.”

“No. I finished the report, I’m not doing anymore,” I said, standing back up.

“Shannon! Look at this paper! You have scratch-outs and bad grammar..” he shoved the paper in my face, and I shoved it away, so he smacked my hands away and I don’t know what came over me, I guess I was just acting on impulse, and I smacked him back.

Everything stopped with that deafening smack... he stopped talking and just stared at me, and I just stood there with my mouth dropped.

“That’s it,” he said, throwing his hands up and putting the report down on the table.

“No, wait... Matt... I’m sorry,” I muttered, but he was already grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the bathroom.

“You’re always sorry, Shannon. I’m sick of it. I’ve tried to let you off easy, tried to give you a chance to actually do the damn report even after you lied to me and gave me that attitude, and you just don’t want to take the easy way out. So we’re going to deal with this the way it should have been dealt with to begin with.”

“Nooooo, please, Matt..” I begged, trying to release from his firm grip.

He dragged me to the bathroom. “This is what happens when you lie to me and cock an attitude,” he said, finding a bar of soap and a washcloth.

“Nooooooooo!” I sqealed upon seeing it. “Pleaseeee, Matt... don’t do that...” I begged.

“Too late,” he said, turning the faucet and wetting the cloth then lathering the soap into it. He held onto my wrist tightly so I wouldn’t escape. I was whining like a baby.

When the washcloth was covered with soap, he turned the water off and let go of my wrist, then held onto my chin, practically having to pry my lips open. “Matt, stoppp,” I whined. “I’m sorry!” He wouldn’t listen to me though, just held my mouth open and washed it out with soap, scrubbing my tounge and my cheeks, then the roof of my mouth.

“You will not lie to me, Young Lady,” he said. “And you’re going to stop it with this attitude.”

“Mmmkay... ah will!” I choked through the nasty tast of the soap.

He stopped scrubbing and threw the cloth down, then got the bar of soap and shoved it in my mouth. “You will hold it there and if you spit it out, I will use the hairbrush and belt on you, understand?”

I nodded hurriedly, by this time the tears streaming down my face because it finally hit me what I’d done... I’d hit him, and that wasn’t good.

He led me to a corner in the living room and swatted me on the bottom. “Nose in the corner and don’t move it an inch. I want you to think about what you’ve done and what you’re about to get.” More tears began streaming down my face as I buried my nose in the corner. I heard Matt sit down behind me.

I tried not to think of what Matt told me to think about, but having the gross bitter taste of soap in my mouth and staring at the wall, it was hard to not think about it. I was wondering what he was going to do to me, desperately wishing that he wouldn’t use his belt or hairbrush... even though I honestly knew I deserved it. I regretted putting off the report until the last minute. Had I just done the work in class, none of this would have ever happened...

“Okay, Shannon,” he said. “Come here.”

I turned around, bar of soap still in my mouth.

He led me to the bathroom and threw the soap in the sink. “Spit out, but do not rinse,” he ordered.

So I spit as much of the soap out as I could, then he grabbed me by the upper arm and led me to the futon. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them to the floor, then did the same with my panties.

“Please, Matt,” I choked out through more tears. “I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think so, Shannon,” he replied, throwing me over his lap. “This is for procrastinating, playing around during class, and hitting me.”

“But I’m sorry!”

He replied with a hearty smack to my poor bottom, and then landed more and more, causing a few yelps to erupt from my soapy mouth. “Ooowwwww,” I whined. “Ahhhh, Matt... that hurtssss.”

“Good.. maybe you’ll think of this next time you decide to get into trouble.” He kept smacking, hitting my backside at full force and concentrating mainly on my sitspots.

I just lay there, whining and groaning and letting the tears stream down my face. My heart was pounding to no end and I was desperately wishing that he wouldn’t decide to take his belt off.

And he didn’t, but he did decide to grab the wooden hairbrush that was conveniently sitting on the coffee table in front of us. “Noooooo... Mattttt,” I begged, more tears pouring out of my eyes. “I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy. Pleaseeee not the hairbrush!!”

“*WHACK!* Sorry, kiddo. *WHACK!* *WHACK!* You’ve been very *WHACK!* disrespectful *WHACK!* today. *WHACK! WHACK!* And I *WHACK WHACK!!* will not *WHACK!* tolerate *WHACK!* you hitting me *WHACK WHACK WHACK!!*”

“I knowwwww,” I pleaded. “I won’t do it again!”

He didn’t let up. He hit me with that damn hairbrush so many times I thought I felt my bottom beginning to turn numb. I began bawling, feeling true remorse for what I’d done. Feeling bad for pushing Matt’s limits and practically begging for this spanking. I howled in pain, my head hurting nearly as badly as my burning rear end, and I was crying so hard that my body shook. He finally put the brush back on the coffee table and let me lie there to regain myself. I was shaking and crying for a long time, just lying there over my brother’s lap.

“Shhhh, shhhh, baby sister,” he said in a soft voice. “You’re all forgiven now.”

I nodded. “It-t h-hurtsss,” I whispered.

“I know. But I bet you won’t hit me ever again, will you?”


He lifted me from his lap and hugged me tightly, wiping a tear out of my eyes. He tugged my panties back up. “Now, I want you to go finish your report, sitting down.”

“But...” I began, but he gave me a warning look and I knew that now wasn’t the best time to argue. “Okay, Matt,” I said, then kicked my pants away and hobbled towards the table. I sat on my throbbing bottom for hours writing the stupid report, but I even let Matt proof-read it and he said it sounded great and even offered to type it for me. Yep, I have a pretty cool big brother :)

22 August 2004

Story: Christina's Bad Day

Misc Story.  Christina finally pushes her teacher over the edge and she's sent to the principal's office to endure the spanking machine.  And of course, a spanking at school means a spanking at home.

Christina's Bad Day
by Breanna Carter

Mrs. Matthews hauled me down the hallway, half dragging me as I kicked and screamed obscenities at her. I couldn’t help it... what was she thinking, sending me to the office. After all, she should know who my daddy is and he wouldn’t appreciate the way she was dragging me.

“Let me go, you...” I shouted, adding a few choice words that most twelve year old girls like me didn’t even dare think of.

“That is enough, Christina!” she replied, finally arriving to the office. “Mr. Evans, would you please take this girl in hand? She has been disrupting my class all morning and shoved another student then threw a fit and I cannot deal with it.”

I glared at her and folded my arms in a pout.

The principal looked at me. “Why, Miss Christina... what is going on?” he asked.

The teacher finally let go of me and I rubbed my arm where she’d been holding.

When I didn’t answer, the principal decided to break the silence. “I think we’d better take her down the hall.”

I had no clue what he was talking about but Mrs. Matthews nodded. “I agree. And a phone call home, no doubt. I don’t want her back in my classroom today.”

I groaned. “Shut up,” I muttered.

Mr. Evans gave me a disapproving look. “Very well then. Come with me, Miss Christina,” he said then grabbed my upper arm, in the EXACT same spot that the stupid teacher had, then dragged me to the hallway. We walked in the opposite direction of where my classroom was.

“Where are we going?” I demanded to know.

“We’re taking a trip to the elementary school to teach you a lesson.”

That’s when I realized what he was talking about and I stopped walking. “What? Wait! You can’t do that!” I yelped. “My daddy won’t let you!”

“I am not going to argue with you, Young Lady. You’ve been causing disturbances since the beginning of school and it’s time this nonsense stops. From now on, everytime you disrupt the class, we’ll be taking this trip.”

“But you can’t!”

“I have permission from your father, dear. Now come on,” he ordered, then kept dragging me.

“Let me GO!”

He didn’t say anything. I kept struggling, wanting to do anything but take this trip, but he was too strong and had a firm grip on me and before I knew it, we were standing in the hallway of the elementary school which was connected to our own school by a tiny hallway. He led me to a small room where I saw a line of three boys standing, tears streaming down their faces. I gulped.

“Mr. Hollaway,” my principal said, then shook the hand of another man who was standing next to a door.

“Ah, hello, Mr. Evans,” the man replied, smiling slightly. “How are you this afternoon? Some trouble your way, I see?”

Mr. Evans nodded. “Yes, sir. This young lady has been disrupting the class for quite some time. I think it’s about time she learns a lesson. I think this one’ll have to be bare to teach her.”

I wished they’d stop talking about me like I wasn’t there.

“Oh? You want me to send her in then? Not just scare her, huh. I’ve got a few boys here that are going in. Seems as if there was a fight at recess today.”

I gulped again, seeing one of the boys begin to cry harder.

Mr. Hollaway looked at me. “What’s your name?”

“Christina,” I murmured.

“Well, Christina. Do you know what happens in this room?”

I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip.

“And what is that?”

I shrugged.

“I’ll take care of her,” Mr. Hollaway assured Mr. Evans, then sent him on his way. “Well, then, if you don’t know what happens in here, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

“N-no.. it’s okay,” I said, but he was already hauling up one of the boys.

“Okay, Jonathan... clearly, you started the fight, so you’re first. Come on.”

I studied the young man. He couldn’t have been older than eight or nine years old, was wearing blue jeans with grass stains on the knees, and a T-shirt. He had brown hair that was ruffled a bit and big brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy. I felt sorry for him. I assumed that he was tough as nails when on the playground, and he was thankful that everyone in the room was as scared as he, because he didn’t want to ruin his reputation.

Mr. Hollaway hauled the kid up and opened the large door, revealing what I had been scared to see: a huge machine with some restraints and a large wooden paddle. My heart literally stopped.

“Okay boys, and Christina, come in here with me.” It felt weird being the oldest one in the room, and the only girl. I guess the boys were probably shy about me being in there, too. I just hoped that they wouldn’t get to witness my spanking, even if they were younger than me. I wondered in the back of my mind if any of them had ever been sent to the office to be spanked before. I hadn’t, and had never intended to, seeing as my father was a rockstar and wouldn’t allow of it if he knew what they were doing.

Mr. Hollaway pointed to a large bench and we all sat except for Jonathan. The door slammed shut and he led Jonathan to the machine, having him leaning over a bench with his hands restrained and then restraining his feet. My leg thumped with anticipation, because I’d never witnessed a spanking before, and nervousness, because I knew that I would have my turn.

With Jonathan in place, Mr. Hollaway moved towards the bench where we sat.

“Please, Mr. Hollaway,” Jonathan begged. “Pleaseee.” Tears streamed down his face.

“I’m sorry, Jonathan. Think about this next time you decide to fight at school.” I looked up at Mr. Hollaway who was now pushing buttons. “Ten whacks, Jonathan,” he said, then pressed one last button. I averted my attention back to the small boy who was crying as he leaned over the bench. Then I saw the paddle lift high in the air and then it crashed down on the poor boy’s rear end, causing a loud cry to erupt from his mouth. Without giving him time to regain himself, the paddle lifted again and crashed down, and then again and again, until the ten smacks were finished and he was bawling like a small child.

I gulped.

Mr. Hollaway moved towards him and let him out of the restraints. “You may go back to class, Jonathan, but I don’t want to hear of anymore fighting.”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered and scampered off.

The other two boys were spanked at the same time. They also got ten smacks, and by the end of the smacks, sobs filled the room. I was more nervous by this time.

He dismissed the other boys then looked at me. “My, my, Miss Christina,” he said. “Causing trouble in class, once again. Mr. Evans has called your father to come pick you up, but first you’re going to get spanked.”

I gasped. “No!” I squealed. “Y-you can’t... do that to me!” I guess it still hadn’t clicked that the reason I was in there was to actually be spanked. I’d heard the conversations, even, and still didn’t realize it!

He didn’t answer, just lifted me up from the bench and dragged me to the restraints. I put up a fight, kicking and screaming, but it didn’t phase him a bit. He just hooked me in and there I was, lying over a cold, hard bench with my legs firm on the floor and hands unable to move.

“Bare bottom, Miss Christina,” he said. “Fifteen whacks.”

“FIFTEEN!” I yelped.

I heard him pushing the buttons and that’s when I began pleading.

“Pleaseeeee, Mr. Hollaway! Don’t spank me!! I’ve never been spanked before!”

“Well, it’s about time someone starts,” he answered, and then I felt my skirt being lifted.

“Noooooooo.” I struggled like never before, but it was no use, the restraints were too tight. The machine then tugged my panties down to the floor. All the while, I’m crying like a two year old, screaming and pitching a fit. “You can’t do this! I’ll tell my Daddy! He’ll sue you!” It was no use, though... the machine was emotionless and couldn’t hear my cries. It could only do its job.

The next thing I knew, my backside was being whacked with this huge paddle and I was crying out even more, but didn’t have much time because it came down again and again. “Stoppppppp owwwwww!” I shouted, kicking and crying. But I knew I still had seven more... I’d been keeping count. But when I only had five more left, I lost count because it hurt so much and I could only feel my bottom throbbing and I wished desperately that the last five would hurry up and be over. It wasn’t finished soon enough. The machine finally pulled my panties back up and replaced my skirt.

Mr. Hollaway came and unhooked the restraints, but I couldn’t do anything except lie limply over the bench. He lifted me up, I still sobbing hysterically, and led me to the office where I saw my daddy sitting outside.

“Daddy!! Daddy!! You won’t believe what they did to me!” I cried, tackling him in a hug.

He hugged me back, slightly, then pulled away. “I believe what they did to you, but I don’t believe what you did to them,” he answered, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Daddy! It isn’t fair!”

“We’re going to have a long talk when we get home, Young Lady,” he said.

I didn’t like the way this was going. “But...”

“No buts, Christina Michelle. We will talk when we get home.”

I pouted, folding my arms and poking my lower lip out. I watched my daddy as he shook hands with the principal and apologized, then he pushed me out of the office to his car.

“It’s not easy, Christina, being a single parent,” he told me when both of us were securily fastened inside the car. “I love you, baby, but you have to stop causing trouble at school. Today I finally woke up and realized what’s been happening, and I don’t like it one bit.”

“But... they hit me!”

“You’re old enough to know better than to do what you did in class today, and it’s time I start taking some action.”

Uh oh... I really didn’t like the way this was headed.

“From now on, anytime you get in trouble at school, they won’t use that machine,” he said. My eyes lit up... hope! “Instead, they’re going to call me, and I’m going to come up to the school and spank you myself, understood?”

My mouth dropped. “But... you’ve never spanked me before! You can’t start now!”

“I’d better start now or you’re going to get into tons of trouble as you get older.”

“But Daddy!” I whined.

“I’ve made up my mind, Christina.”

I pouted again.

“And when we get home, you’re getting another spanking.”

“ANOTHER one! Why?!”

“Because you deserve it,” he answered and we spoke no more the entire ride home.

We pulled up to the driveway and I stalked inside the house, still pouting. I couldn’t believe that the stupid mean principal had actually talked him into spanking me himself!

Daddy shut the door behind us and grabbed my wrist, leading me upstairs to my bedroom. “Okay, Christina... here it goes. From now on, your punishments will be spankings... on the bare bottom of course. Understood?”

“But Daddy..” I began.

“Understood?” he asked again, this time in a firmer tone.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good. Anytime you have babysitters and you act up, they also have permission to spank you, understood?”

My mouth dropped again but he gave me that look, so I said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He then sat down on my bed and pulled me over his lap. “If you don’t straighten up, Christina, you’re going to be taking this trip over my knee more often than you’d like, so I suggest you behave...” I felt my skirt being lifted up and I realized how much more I preferred being spanked by a real person as opposed to a machine. I then felt his fingers slide my panties down to my knees, then he rested his warm hand on my bottom. “I love you, Christina... I don’t want to see you in trouble.”

“I know, Daddy,” I answered, sniffling because I was about to start crying again.

He lifted his hand and smacked my rear, not nearly as hard as that damn paddle, but none the less, it stung. He lifted it again and swatted again, this time a little harder, and kept swatting until he was spanking at what I felt was full force. Before too long, I was kicking and squalling and begging with him.

“I’m sorrrrrryyyy, Dadddyyy!” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeee, no more!! I’llll be gooood!”

“I’m sorry, too, Honey,” he answered, but kept smacking. He then landed four solid smacks to each sit spot and let me up.

Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled like crazy.

“It’s all over now, Baby,” he said, scooping me into his arms and holding me for a little while.

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry for getting in trouble,” I said.

He rubbed my back softly. “I know, Baby. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

I nodded with my head buried into his chest and let him hold me there until I fell asleep. It had been an exhausting day... not to mention very weird... but the weirdest part was that some part inside of me actually liked this.

20 August 2004

Story: Lesson Finally Learned

Part of the Terrence/Bri series.  Bri steals again, and Terrence finally gets his point across.

Lesson Finally Learned
by Breanna Carter

I had just gotten out of the shower and was on my way out the door when I shouted, “Terrence! I’m going with Stephie to see a movie!” But before I actually made it out the door, he walked in the room.

“Don’t you remember our discussion last week?” he asked.

I blinked. “Yeah, but...”

“But nothing, Bri. You can’t go to the movies with Steph.”

“But, Terrence... I’m already dressed and ready to go and I won’t be out too late.”

“The answer is no. I already told you that you can’t go out on weekdays until you bring your grades up. You can see her this weekend.”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrr,” I growled. “But I already finished my homework and everything!” I lied.

“Then go study.”

“I’ve done that, too!”

“Well, I’m sure you can find something to do with your time, Brianna.”

“I already told Stephanie that I was going to go with her!” I whined, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.

“Call her and cancel. She’ll get over it, I’m sure.”

I glared at him and slammed the front door. “Thanks, Terrence,” I muttered sarcastically, shoving past him into my room and slamming the door, once again. It wasn’t like I hung out with Stephanie often or anything. Since I started going to school with Anastasia, I rarely even saw Stephanie. I didn’t understand what the big deal about bringing my grades up was anyway.

Later that night, I decided to come out of my room and watch TV for a little while and Terrence took it upon himself to interrupt my program by attempting to have a talk with me.

“Bri, you’ve been getting an attitude lately and I don’t like it,” he said.

I shrugged, eyes fixed on the television.

He just sighed and walked off.

I was relieved when Friday finally rolled around. Of course, Stephanie already had plans, and Ana was busy doing something, so I was stuck in the house again.

“If you would’ve let me go out with Steph on Wednesday, I wouldn’t mind staying in the house tonight,” I muttered to Terrence.

“If you would’ve kept your grades up, you could have gone out with Steph on Wednesday,” he mimicked.

I rolled my eyes and excused myself to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling until the phone rang. It was Jayna.

“Hey, Bri!” she said enthusiastically. “I’m taking some of the new freshmen on the team for a ride in my car because they wanted to go to the mall and they think it’s super cool to be hanging out with a senior. I’m sure they’d love it if the team captain joined us. They really look up to you, ya know...”

I smiled. “Hey Jayna... yeah, I’ll come along. And stop trying to play it off as if you don’t want to hang out with them, too.”

She giggled. “I love the attention!”

“I’m sure. Yeah, come pick me up, pleaseeee. I’m sick of being in this house.”

“Sure thing. See you in a few.”

“Okies.” I hung up the phone and danced around the room. Hanging out with the freshmen was fun. They idolized us and basically did whatever we wanted them to. “That was Jayna,” I told Terrence. “She’s saving me from this hell.”

He looked up at me upon my saying the word “hell,” but then just shrugged. “Whatever, Bri. Just be home by midnight, okay?”

“Midnight?!” I whined. “I’m seventeen years old, Terrence!”

He looked back at me. “Exactly. You’re only seventeen and if you keep whining, I’m going to make your curfew eleven.”

I glared at him and groaned loudly, then stomped off. I knew that he wanted to say something again about my “attitude” but I wasn’t about to hear it. I was getting sick of staying in the house, getting sick of listening to all of his complaining, and I really wanted my car back. I understood why I didn’t have it in the first place, but I’d been without it for months! He told me at the beginning of the next semester I could have it back, but that wasn’t until January and it was only late September.

About six, I heard Jayna honk her horn in my driveway and I ran out the door yelling goodbye to Terrence and promising that I’d be in by midnight. I wasn’t about to get myself grounded on weekends and weekdays. I’d die if that happened. Jayna was sitting in her car applying some makeup with her radio turned up super loud. It wasn’t the type of music I liked, but Jayna and I really weren’t that much alike anyway. She was more of the stereotypical popular girl, whereas, I was so different to what everyone was used to that they just liked me. Jayna wore lots of makeup and girly clothes. I wore no makeup and baggy jeans. Jayna listened to Top 40 hits, I listened to different genres of rock. But, we somehow managed to get along, simply because we had one common interest -- soccer.

“Heya babe!” she said, flipping her mirror up and smiling. “Ready to go pick the kids up?”

I nodded. I think the only reason we wanted to hang out with them was because we knew what it was like growing up and idolizing those older than us, but never actually hanging out with them. When I was a sophomore, I hung out with Stephanie’s older brother sometimes, and those were probably the best experiences of my life. There’s never a better moment than feeling accepted by those whom you feel are superior to you.

Jayna sped off and moments later we were in front of a small brick house in one of the better neighborhoods in town. I recognized this to be Shellie’s house, a new freshman on the team who had just moved from somewhere in Texas because her parents divorced and her mom couldn’t even stand being in the same state as her dad. Shellie hopped out of the house, waving goodbye to her mom, then plopped down in the backseat. “Hey,” she said, smiling shyly and blushing a bit.

“Hey, Shellie. How’s it going?” I asked.

“It’s okay.”

She was a lot quieter than most people I knew, but that was okay.

We next drove to Amanda’s house which was huge and in one of the super rich neighborhoods. She lived close to where Anastasia lived, and we all know that Ana’s parents are loaded. Amanda lived with her three younger siblings, two girls and one boy, and both of her parents, and grandma. She skipped out of the house and hopped in the car, ponytail bouncing as she did. “Hey!” she squealed. She was one of the more rowdy people that we knew, and we’d already known her from the year before, so she was obviously more comfortable than Shellie.

And last, we drove to Chelsea’s house. She didn’t live too far away from Amanda, and was also loud, so when she flopped in the backseat with the other two girls, I didn’t think I was going to experience another quiet moment if my life depended on it.

But, it was okay. They asked us tons of questions about different stuff, mostly stuff they hadn’t experienced before and just wanted to hear about. Jayna and I lied out of our asses. We both told the girls all about our experiences with having sex, though neither of us had passed second base yet, and drinking and trying all sorts of drugs, and both of us had drank before, but didn’t do the crazy things we described. Amanda wanted to know the story about me getting kicked out of school, so I made it out to be a lot worse than it really was, telling her that I sold a pound of marijuana to a boy at school and fought the police officer and assistant principal, not even thinking twice when I swore to the man that I wouldn’t tell who helped me. Then, they wanted to know about the food fight, and I ended up telling them about all of the trouble that I’d gotten in since I started school at Addington Academy, including the trip to Chicago and flashing the unmarked police car. And then they asked me what my brother did and I blushed and said that he takes my car away. I was thankful that we pulled up to the mall at that time because I didn’t want to touch on the subject of what Terrence did at home.

We had been at the mall for a little over thirty minutes. We’d eaten tacos from the Mexican place, only because the boy making tacos was cute. His name tag said “Pancho” and I asked him what that meant and he said that his name was Francisco and Pancho was the nickname for Francisco. I flirted with him for a little while, even though he only understood half of what I was saying. I did manage to learn that he was nineteen and didn’t have a girlfriend. Shows you what English the Mexicans learn first.

Finally, Jayna had dragged me away from the taco stand and we went walking around eating ice cream cones, and then went into Spencer’s. That’s when I saw Chelsea poke Amanda in the arm and point at something. Then Amanda looked around and grabbed the cigarette lighter that was on the stand, looked around a little more, then stuffed it down her shirt. I almost died!

“Amanda!” I nearly shouted, but didn’t want anyone to know what was going on, so I managed to contain myself. “What the hell are you doing!”

“What?” she asked. “You think I should get the other instead?”

I was fuming! They couldn’t just steal stuff in my presence! I could get arrested, too!

“It’s not like you’ve never done it before, Bri. Unless you were lying about all that other stuff... and you didn’t really get kicked out of school or arrested...” Chelsea said.

I glared at her.

“I bet that’s what it is,” she said, turning towards Amanda. “I bet she just makes this bad girl rep so she can be popular.”

“Not true, Chelsea,” I said.

“Then why are you being so goody-goody all of a sudden?”

I couldn’t believe this! A freshman was acting superior towards me... trying to tell me that I’d never stolen before, and all that shit. I guess I was so upset that the time I had stolen slipped my mind, or at least the lesson I learned afterwards. “Argh, fine,” I muttered, looking around myself, because I could steal, I just wasn’t very good at it, seeing as I had gotten caught both times I’d tried to do it before. I found another lighter and slipped it down my own shirt.

Chelsea smiled and found something for herself, then we walked around a little longer.

What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself, feeling the lighter poking me in the chest. My heart was thumping hard against it. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I wasn’t making any effort not to do it. I was mentally scolding myself when Jayna and Shellie met back up with us with some stuff, and I decided to go ahead and buy a shot glass so I wouldn’t look as suspicious as I felt. At least they would see that I had the money and wouldn’t be stealing stuff from there.

Yeah, right.

There wasn’t anything around the door that looked like an alarm. In fact, I didn’t even know that Spencer’s HAD an alarm. But, they do. And the minute the five of us walked out of those doors, it made this God-awful noise and all I could think was, Dear Lord, I’ve done it again. Chelsea looked confused, but Amanda and I looked defeated. Jayna and Shellie had no idea what was going on, and I guess we should have clued them in before the mall security came and escorted us to a small room that I didn’t even know they had.

“Brianna, what the hell is going on...” Jayna was muttering. “I can’t go to jail! My parents will kill me!”

“Relax,” I muttered. “You’re not going to jail.”

Jayna slid into a chair and Shellie sat next to her, face drained of all color. Then Chelsea slid down next to them. “I don’t understand!” she was saying.

“Give it a rest, Chelsea,” I ordered.

The manager from Spencer’s came inside and glared at us. The security guards folded their arms as the lady began to speak. “We will not be pressing charges as long as all merchandise is returned and parents are called,” she said.

“Ma’am,” I began, seeing that I had to be the leader here because I’d gotten into tons of trouble and I was the only one who could talk rationally. “Is it necessary to call the parents of those who didn’t steal anything?”

“Yes, it is.”

“I mean, the reason I’m asking is because my friends, Jayna and Shellie, weren’t anywhere in sight when the three of us took something. They had no idea what we were doing...”

“I would love to believe you, Young Lady, but you have already stolen from my store and I have no trust or respect for you whatsoever.”

My face fell.

The lady spoke again, this time to the security guards. “Search them all. If this young lady is right and two of them don’t have any merchandise on them, you may dismiss them without calling their parents.” The guards nodded. “I do not want to see any of you in my store again,” she spat, then turned away.

“Thank you,” I said as she walked out the door.

“I’d like all of you to first hand over all of the merchandise that you have,” the security guard ordered.

I wasn’t about to give Terrence any more of a reason to kick my ass when I got home, so I put my hand down my shirt and took out the cigarette lighter and handed it to him. The next thing I saw came as a surprise to all of us, except for Chelsea, of course. Shellie stuck her hand down her shirt and handed him something as well, and then Amanda handed him a few things, and lastly, Chelsea. Then the woman security guard padded all of us down, thankfully finding nothing, and asked for our names and phone numbers. I was reluctant in giving mine, but I knew I had to, and then I watched the other three write their numbers down. They made us wait in the room as they called each number, making sure that none were fake, and then escorted us out of the mall. “Don’t think about coming back here anytime soon,” the security guard said.

We all nodded and stood there dumbly. “Wow,” Jayna said. “I can’t believe you guys did that.” She looked at me. “Did you talk them into it, Bri? I know they look up to you and all, but you didn’t have to get them to steal for you!” She was pissed at me!

“No, Jayna... that wasn’t it...” I said.

She glared at me. “I know you’re popular and can get whatever you want, but GEEZE, you don’t have to go and almost get me arrested for something stupid like this!”

“Jayna! It wasn’t my fault!” I shouted, hoping that would help her understand what I was trying to say. But, it didn’t... just made her madder.

“I’ve tried to be your friend and I’ve let it slide when you get too arrogant for your own good, but I can’t let this slide. You can find another ride home.”

“Jayna, listen. I didn’t talk ANYONE into stealing anything! The last thing I would want is for you to be arrested, that’s why I tried reasoning with the fucking manager of the store!”

“Then how come you were so calm through the whole thing?! And whose idea was it?!”

I took a deep breath in. “I was so calm because I’ve been in so much trouble before and I know it’s better to be rational than throw a fit. Remember? I’m the one who got kicked out of school and sometimes there’s just no room for bullshitting, and tonight was one of those nights. And Chelsea was the one who had the idea of stealing.”

Jayna gave me a look as if saying she hated me. “Just blame it on the freshman, huh, Bri? You came to the school and took away my chance at being the team captain, took away my chance at homecoming queen, and took away all of my popularity. Just because you try to be different. Because you look different, act different. You’re just a trouble maker, though, Bri. I thought you might actually be cool, but you’re just against everyone. You just try to fuck everyone over.”

I sighed again in exasperation. “But, Jayna, she’s right,” we heard and looked over to see Shellie, still white as a ghost. “It was Chelsea’s idea. I saw her convince Amanda and Bri to do it, and that’s why I did it, because I thought I could be cool and fit in if I did.”

I glanced at Jayna then back at Shellie. “Kiddo, you’re cool anyway. Trust me, you never have to steal to be considered cool. If someone doesn’t think that you’re awesome the way you are, then you don’t need to be hanging out with them, okay?”

This time it was Jayna’s turn to look defeated. “Okay, well, let’s go,” she muttered and we all went to the car to endure a quiet ride home.

“Good luck,” I told Shellie when we pulled up to her small brick house. I knew her mom would be furious.

The ride from Shellie’s house to mine was basically quiet with the small voices of music ringing softly through the car. When we pulled up to my driveway, Jayna said, “Hey, Bri... sorry about what I said earlier. I was just mad and... well, wasn’t thinking about what I said.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “See you Monday.”

I felt bad, not even offering words of encouragement that I wasn’t going to hold it against her, but I just couldn’t. I was mad, too, that she’d accused me of such a thing. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it, though...

I didn’t have much time to think about it though because when I walked up on the porch Terrence was standing there with the door wide open. He grabbed my left arm and landed four solid smacks to my backside.

“Hey! Ouch!” I yelped, hurrying inside.

“Brianna Nicole Carter! I know you have a good explanation for this phone call I got earlier and you’d better hurry up and spit it out!” he bellowed.

“I can explain!” I said, turning around to look at Terrence who still had a firm grip on my upper arm. “I wasn’t going to steal it!” It was the first thing I could think of...

“You weren’t going to steal it!” he shouted, dragging me towards the couch and wasting no time in getting my pants and panties down to my ankles.

I struggled. “Pleaseeeeee, Terrence,” I begged, trying my hardest to pull away. “Pleaseeee don’t spank me! I didn’t mean to!”

He kept his grip on me, even through all my struggling, and I ended up over his lap. “Didn’t mean to! How do you have a cigarette lighter down your shirt without intentions of stealing it, Young Lady?” I felt his hand slap down on my bottom numerous times.

Kicking and struggling still, I wailed, “Stopppppp. I’m sorrryyyy!!! It fell down there!” I was trying everything in my power to get from over his lap.

But my pleas just made him spank harder. “Lying is NOT helping, Brianna Nicole,” he said, slapping my cheeks, then my sit spots, then my thighs.

“Aaahhhoooowwwwwww,” I yelped, my older brother finally restraining my hands behind my back so they’d stop flailing like I was trying to fly away. “T-Terrence! It-t h-hurtssss!!!”

“Good! Maybe you’ll actually remember this when you think about stealing again because obviously I didn’t make a good enough impression last time.”

“Butttt, youuuu ddiiiiid!!”

He didn’t let up, though. Just kept spanking, harder and harder, a few times on one cheek, a few times on the other, then a few smacks to my thighs, then my sit spots, then my thighs again, then he’d start all over. He had no definite rhythm, just made sure that he covered my whole bottom until it was red and throbbing. He stopped for a split second, long enough to grab the wooden hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, then began spanking again, full force.

“Nooooooo, not the hairbrush!!!!!” I begged, struggling to get free and tears steadily streaming down my face.

“Yes, Brianna, the hairbrush. Do you realize what you’ve done?” he asked, still spanking me. “You tried to steal something AGAIN. This is the third, excuse my language, fucking time that you’ve stolen something and I’m sick of it. And you’ve had an attitude with me for the last two weeks, and your grades are dropping. You’ve practically been begging for this spanking and what you did tonight did it.”

I could barely hear him over my loud cries.

“I love you, Brianna, but you will NOT steal anything, do you understand me?”

“Y-yesss, sirrr!!” I yelped.

He stopped talking for a little while and concentrated on smacking my thighs with the hairbrush. Oh man, did it hurt. I bobbed up and down and bit my lower lip to try and keep from screaming bloody murder, but it didn’t really work. And then he went back to smacking my cheeks and sit spots, and then he stopped for a minute.

“Brianna, you’ve stolen two times before, and I am showing absolutely no mercy for you. And that is why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about, mainly because I was focusing more on the pain in my backside. But the next thing that happened, well, it made me understand what he meant. He spread my legs and put his between mine, holding my own apart so I couldn’t do anything but lie there uncomfortably.

“What are you doing?!!” I shouted, strugging again, but earning only a sharp smack with the hairbrush.

“Trying to teach you a lesson, since I didn’t do such a good job last time,” he replied. “You know there’s nothing that bugs me more than stealing. It’s one of the most dishonest things you could do, Brianna.” And with that I felt a very, very hard smack to my inner thigh and I yelped a note that an opera singer probably couldn’t hit.

“AAAAHHHHOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!” I shouted, body now racked with sobs. Then I felt another blow to my right inner thigh in the very same spot as the other, and hit another high note. And then one more in the same spot and the pain was almost unbearable. Then he landed three smacks in the exact same spot on my left inner thigh. My lip was quivering and the tears still poured out of my eyes. He rested the hairbrush on my aching bottom for a couple of seconds, then picked it back up and delivered three more smacks to each inner thigh, then three more, then plopped the brush down on the table and helped me up.

“I am not finished with you, young lady,” he said.

My body was shaking and I couldn’t even sit still. I was crying so hard, I couldn’t see anything. He helped me hobble to the corner and I just stood there, hands on head, wailing like a small child and trying not to concentrate on my sore bottom. But, it was hard not to concentrate on it when it hurt so badly that my legs were shaking and my hands were shaking and the tears were streaming down my face so rapidly I wouldn’t have had the chance to wipe them away if I tried. I tried to regain my composure, but was in too much pain. Never before had Terrence spanked me on my inner thighs. He really never spanked me much on my thighs. But this time, I’d caused so much trouble that he did both, and I knew why... I wouldn’t be forgetting this lesson for a very, very long time. Or ever, for that matter. Never again would I let some stupid person talk me into stealing.

I don’t know how long I stood in the corner with my hands on my head and pants around my ankles. Long enough for my body to eventually stop shaking so much and my sobs to lessen. Terrence grabbed my hand and led me towards the couch. There was a chair from the kitchen sitting next to it... a hard wooden chair.

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the chair.

I sniffled, still crying a bit, and somehow managed to sit on the chair, wincing as I did so, and doing it slowly to hopefully decrease the amount of pain it caused. As I sat, more tears poured out of my eyes because it hurt so badly. “I’m sorry,” I managed to choke out.

“Brianna, look at me,” he said, sitting on the couch in front of me and lifting my chin to look in his eyes. He looked so disappointed. It made my stomach churn inside of me and my heart pound. I couldn’t believe I’d gone and let him down again. And that made me cry more. “Listen, I’m going to spank you one more time tonight... with my paddle.” Cue those sobs. He lifted my chin again. “I want you to know that I love you, Little Sister, no matter what, but I’m really disappointed in what you did tonight. And tomorrow, you and I are going to have a long talk, got it?”

I nodded softly.

He nodded, too, and stood up, dragging me to my feet as well. He helped me over the couch and restrained my hands, as if I actually had the power in me to reach back, then rubbed my bottom with the paddle. “Twenty smacks, Bri. Then it’ll be over.”

He didn’t wait for my answer. The paddle was lifted high into the air and then crashed down on my already aching bottom, and I sobbed into the couch cushions. And then it crashed down again and again and again, and I lost count because I was crying so hard and I could feel my body begin to shake again. My head was filled with nothing but pain and crying, and all I could think was “this hurts soooo much” and “I let him down again.” You’d think after a while I’d get sick of letting him down. And I guess I did, but I just didn’t think about stuff sometimes.

And finally, I felt myself being lifted from the couch and he embraced me in a hug, letting me bury my head in his chest and just cry. I cried for what felt like hours, and he talked to me softly, stroking my hair and hanging onto me for dear life. I knew that he loved me. It hurt me so much when I did something stupid that let him down. Probably not as much as it hurt him, though. I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because that’s the last thing I remember about that night.

The next morning I woke in my room on my tummy with only a T-shirt and a pair of panties on. When I moved, everything hurt. I’d about decided that this was going to be one of those days I’d stay in bed all day when Terrence came in the room.

“Finally decided to get up, huh, sleepyhead?” he asked.

“Nu huh,” I said, shaking my head.

He smiled and sat down next to me. “We need to talk.”

“I know.”

He stroked my hair softly. “First, I want to apologize.”

I looked at him. “You do?”

He nodded. “I want to apologize for last night. I didn’t even give you the chance to explain yourself. I let my anger take over, and I’m sorry. I usually don’t let it do that, and it was wrong of me to do it this time.”

“It’s okay... I didn’t have anything to explain.”

“Well, I’d at least like to hear your side of the story,” he said.

I shrugged. “We went to Spencer’s and I saw Amanda try to steal something and got all pissed then Chelsea started in on how I was a liar and didn’t really do all the stuff I did and all this... uh... crap, so I decided to prove to her that I wasn’t a liar, and I tried to steal the lighter.”

He nodded. “So you’ve been bragging about your ‘bad girl’ rep?”

I blushed. “Not really. I just... don’t like being called a liar.”

He didn’t really buy it, but didn’t push the subject. “So that’s why you stole something, huh? Because someone younger than you teased you about it...”

It sounded really bad the way he said it. “I know, it was stupid. And I know it wasn’t worth it. I shouldn’t let anyone push me around. I know what’s true and what everyone else thinks doesn’t matter.” I paused. “What’s sad is that I know this, and I still did something so dumb. I’m so sorry for letting you down again, Terrence.”

“Bri, we all make mistakes,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Just let this be one you DON’T make again... EVER again. Because if you think what happened last night was bad, I could have dished out much more, and if I ever hear that you steal anything, I’m going to spank you for a week straight like I did last night, got it?”

I nodded. “And I’d deserve it, too,” I muttered.

He kissed me on the forehead. “How do you feel, baby?”

I shrugged. “It hurts to move.”

“I bet. Otherwise, though? Mentally?”

I thought about it. “I don’t know, why?”

“You’re not depressed or anything? Not mad? Guilty feeling?”

I digested that thought. “No, not depressed. A little upset at myself, but I know that you still love me and I’m all forgiven, so I don’t feel guilty or anything. I’m okay.” I paused. “How are you feeling?” I teased.

He smiled. “I’m mad at myself for acting out of anger like I did last night, a little guilty feeling, but I’m glad that you’re okay and didn’t get arrested or anything.”

“Thanks for putting up with me,” I said.

He hugged me. “I wouldn’t give it up for the world.”

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