27 February 2005

Story: Yay! Australia! - Prologue

The prologue for what was intended to be a series dedicated to Natalie's orchestra trip to Australia.

Yay! Australia! -- Prologue
by Breanna Carter

I yawned, throwing on a pair of pants and some orange flipflops. I probably looked like an inmate, but who cares? It was early -- fashion was the farthest thing from my mind. It was summer... who actually gets up before 2pm in the summer?? Apparently I did. Here I was, 1:26 in the afternoon, just waking up and grabbing a poptart on my way out the door. I was supposed to be at my high school by two and had promised Mom I'd run some errands on the way. Good luck with that.

It was one week shy of our departure date to Sydney, Australia. Talk about getting up early -- to go to Australia, we had to get up at the crack of dawn so we could drive to Dallas to catch the airplane. Nooooo, we couldn't just take a flight from Shreveport. Oh well, I assumed it wouldn't be too bad.

I finished up the errands then spent hours in a crowded room full of kids aging from 11-18. To me, it was weird. I was one of the 18 year olds and definitely wasn't used to being around with kids seven years younger than me. They have ways of testing my patience... It didn't bother me too much, though. I was sitting in the front next to Jonathan, a guy who I'd gotten close to on the last trip we'd taken, and I even got to have my own solo part in a song, where I sat next to a shy eighth grader named Alyssa. While the younger people annoyed me, it still had its ups. I'd be going to *Australia* where the drinking age was *18* instead of 21. Kick ass!

"Natalie!" my friend Katilyn screamed that afternoon after practice.

I looked up from grabbing the keys out of my pocket.

"This time next week we'll be on a plane to Australia!" she squealed.

I smiled. "Actually, we'll be in LA.." I said, referring to the nine hour layover we had on the west coast.

She rolled her eyes. "Same difference."

I unlocked my door still smiling. "I'm ecstatic," I said, though it wasn't apparent.

"Me, too!"


Sometimes we get giddy... I'm sorry. You'd be giddy too if you'd never been overseas before. You should've seen me the day I got my passport... I literally DANCED.

My mom is a spaz. I think she has OCD. I swear, six days until Australia and she's *already* on my case about packing! I'm just trying to ignore it, but it's really hard.

"Natalie, you need to go ahead and get your stuff together. You know you have to work all week and you don't want to wait til the last minute to do it! You should get it over with while you're home."

I rolled my eyes. "Mom," I groaned, "Relax, I have a week."

She got pissed and stomped off and I just stayed on the computer. I did, however, go ahead and get some stuff together, just so she'd get off my case. Well, morely so I could go to my friend's house that night. It was Tuesday, and I didn't have to work on Tuesdays, so I wanted to get drunk while I still had the chance.

The days passed by slowly. The nearer Australia came, the more days I spent in a crowded, hot, schoolroom practicing with annoying loud kids. Finally, the day came where we got to just sit and talk about the trip. We got our complete iternerary, some guy from the travel agency place came and talked to us, and we got the final lists of who we were staying with. Uhm, host families. That idea made me a little nervous, even though I wouldn't be in a family alone.

"It'll be my luck," I was telling Jonathan after the meeting, "that I'll get some family with six kids and one bathroom. That would suck. I think I'd kill myself," I joked.

He laughed. "Yeah, that would suck."

I scanned over the sheet to find out exactly what was the room situation was. Katilyn and I had kind of gotten into a fight when we signed up for rooms, and, well, she put someone else as her roommate. We were sort of friends by this point (I mean, after all, it was June for Christ's sakes, and school had been out for a little over a month... if we were *still* pissed at each other, it'd be really immature), but we still weren't sharing a room. Thus, I had to look to see who I was with.

Surprise... it was Alyssa, the eighth grader I sat next to during one of the songs. We shared a room on the Gold Coast, a place north of Sydney where we weren't staying with a family, but rather, in a hotel room. And in Sydney, we were also in a house together. I figured I'd better start liking this Alyssa girl, because we'd be spending a lot of time together.

I saw that Katilyn was in a room with two other girls, Jane and Renee. Jonathan was sharing a room with two guys, Paul and Adam. Adam was an eighth grader, too, but Paul was the same age as Jonathan. I know this is getting confusing, but it was important! I finally decided that we would probably all hang out together. Even Alyssa if she wanted to join us. She seemed pretty cool.

My mom had been right -- but don't tell her I said that! I should've packed everything earlier than the night before, because by the time I got home that night, I was ready to sleep! I mean, I didn't have to work that night, but I'd hung out with some friends before leaving and I was so ecstatic about going to Australia that I didn't want to stay up and pack, I wanted to sleep so the morning (or rather, night) would come sooner. But I had to pack... so I killed about an hour shoving stuff into a suitcase. My mom and I talked for a ltitle while, not really saying much of anything important, just talking about the trip and how excited I was and how she wished she could go with me (yeah right! like I'd let her go with me!). Then I called my friend, Wendy, and babbled to her for about an hour before attempting to get some sleep.

How much sleep do you think I got? You're probably right -- not very much. By the time I actually fell asleep, I was waking back up again by the stupid damn alarm clock making that godawful noise. It was midnight... I had to be at school by one... had to be on the road by two. Don't ask me who makes these damn schedules. Whoever does is stupid. Why couldn't they have picked a later flight? Who in their right minds leaves at 10 in the morning? Or rather... who in their right minds gets to Dallas at six in the morning when they don't have to be there til 10!! I should be a travel agent.. I'm smarter than these people, I swear.

It didn't take much to get me out of bed, though. I mean, come on, I'd never been to another country before! This was the most exciting moment of my life! I had tons of ideas running through my head on what was going to happen. I was going to have an excellent time and I was going to make good friends with some sexy Australian guys and Alyssa and I would stay up all night talking and sharing secrets and stuff.

Katilyn met me when my mom and I got into the parking lot. "Yay!! We're going to Australia!" she chirped crazily.

I couldn't help but giggle a little, even though I was half dead. She waved to my mom and then we threw our luggage on the bus and headed inside. I waved goodbye to my mom and sat down, my heart steadily pounding. I'm terrified of airplanes, did I mention that??

08 February 2005

Story: Stupid Paddles

Misc Story.  Based on a real life (consensual) spanking I received from a non-spanko friend.

Stupid Paddles
by Breanna Carter

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. My heart pounded inside of my chest. Why was I so nervous? This had happened to me plenty of times before.. or at least three times prior to this particular occasion. It was a little after one on a Friday afternoon. I'd just gotten finished eating at a seafood restuarant a few blocks away from my friend's house. And now it was that time -- I was long overdue for a spanking concerning the fact that I'm lazy and hate doing my schoolwork. But this wasn't going to be just a mere handspanking... my friend, Robert, had insisted that I bring my paddle with me -- a 2x4 board that was about a foot long and four inches wide, about an inch thick. Okay, so I'm not that great with measurements, but that's what I guess anyway.

The knock on the door was weak. I was trying to feel confident, but the excitement that dwelled within my body wouldn't allow me that luxury. I didn't wait for him to answer, just walked in to find him dead asleep on the bed.

"Robertttt," I said in a half-yell, plopping on the bed next to him. "Wake uppppp."

He groaned and rolled over. "I'm sleepy," he mumbled.

We lay there together for a while, half talking, half trying to wake him up, when I finally mentioned my impending spanking. That seemed to get him awake. "Where's your paddle?" he asked.

"Ahem, in my car," I grumbled.

He nodded. "Go get it. I'm going to take a shower."

I whined. "But I don't wanna use that!"

"I don't care... get it anyway."

I pouted for a solid minute, but he just ignored me, finding clothes to take with him to change into after he took a shower. I supressed a smile and walked down the stairs of his apartment, unlocking the doors of my car that was parked right by the steps. I noticed my hairbrush... it was broken, split in two because he'd used it on me and the plastic couldn't withstand. I really hoped that didn't happen with this paddle..

I finally found my backpack buried under the mess in my backseat. I'd decided to tuck it in there so I wouldn't look weird carrying it up the steps. Besides, if his neighbors saw that, they'd definitely know what all that loud racket was...

I got back up the stairs and Robert was already out of the shower clad in only his pants while drying the rest of his body off with a towel. "You have the paddle?" he asked.

I poked out my lower lip again, but nodded softly, locking the door behind me.

"Good," he replied, holding his hand out for me to give it to him. I unzipped my backpack and took it out, my heart pounding harshly against my chest. He smacked it on his hand one time to get a test of how much it would hurt. The noise itself made me jump.

He turned up some music really loud, then pulled a shirt over his head. I took it upon myself to lie on the bed at this time, face down of course. He sat down next to me, his back against the wall, while my face was morely facing the wall. Does that make sense? "Pants down, Andrea," he said.

"Awww, do I hafta?" I whined.

"Yes!" he answered. My pouting didn't help the situation any, though he didn't threaten to do it himself (that would have sent me through the roof!) I pushed myself up on my knees then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, not taking them down, but making it to where it'd be easier for him to. I lay myself back down on the bed, turning my face away from him.

I felt him tugging at my jeans. They slipped to my knees. Next thing I know, he's tugging my white cotton panties down with them! I almost died. "I'm going to start with my hand," he said, then added a sentence to imply that he was doing so to get me stirred up more than I already was. Fat chance of that.


The first swat stung a bit, but really was just enough to get me squirming with excitement. Then he swatted again, in the very same spot, then again on the other cheek, and did this slowly for about a minute. He'd swat and rub a little, then repeat. Let me tell you, I was worked up!

By the time he finished using his hand, I was squirming and biting my lower lip to keep from making too much of a fuss. Then he lifted the board high in the air and brought it crashing down on my poor bum, a loud POP! sounding through the room. I nearly yelped, but kept myself contained so the neighbors wouldn't think he was abusing me or anything. He didn't leave me much time to recover. Within split seconds, he crashed the damn thing down on my bottom again, and then again, and again, and again, until I couldn't help but make a little bit of a fuss while squirming like mad-crazy.

"Owww, okay, Robert, that hurts."

He ignored me, popping me with the paddle more, not too terribly hard (which was hard at the time).

"Ahhhhccckkkk," I whined, squirming to no end.

"Andrea, stop it," he warned, putting a hand on my back and smacking more and quicker.

I squirmed like crazy by this time, moving my hands back to protect my aching, throbbing bottom. "Pleasee," I begged. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurtsss..."

He waited patiently for me to move my hands and began spanking again. It didn't last for long, though, because I moved my hands right back. This time, he didn't wait patiently, but instead smacked my hand softly with the paddle, causing me to move it and allow him to deliver an extra sharp smack to my unprotected bum. I shrieked, then moved my hands back, obviously not learning my lesson from the smacking of my hands.

"Stop," he ordered, once more, then pinned my hands to my back so I couldn't attempt to protect myself from the spanking. But it hurt so much!!

He then proceeded to spank harder, trying to keep a firm grip on my hands and spank at the same time. I must admit, I can struggle pretty well. Before I knew it, I'd freed myself from his grip and covered my bum again, all the while trying to squirm out of reach of the paddle.

He sighed exasperatedly and stopped for a minute. I didn't know if I was happy or sad that he was finished. Doesn't matter... he wasn't finished. He just stopped so he could move and sit on the back of my legs to keep me from squirming so much. He didn't even bother talking to me, just sat there and began spanking again, this time harder than ever.

I was a mess. I was trying to free myself from that damn paddle, but my hands were still pinned behind my back and I couldn't squirm so much because he was basically sitting on top of me, spanking my sitspots and my thighs. And sometimes he'd spank one cheek for a long time until I thought I was dying, and then he'd switch up for no more than two swats, and then go back.

"This is because you haven't been doing your work for school," he told me, adding pops as he spoke.

"I'm sorrrry," I whined. "I'll do my work! I promise!!"

He ignored those words... maybe because he didn't hear them. He just kept on spanking, and spanking, and spanking. Finally, I felt him get off of my legs and lie down next to me on the bed. "Five minutes break," he insisted.

I was fine with that!

I just lay there, wincing at the throbbing in my very hot bottom, sometimes reaching back to touch it to feel how hot it was. It wasn't long though, not even five minutes, before he swatted me with his hand.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

He then hit me with the paddle, causing a yelp. I think he got amusement out of my pain... out of the looks on my face when he popped me with that damn thing. He just did it again and again, concentrating only on my left cheek.

"I thought you said five minutes?!?!"

"Oh, yeah, five minutes," he said, resting his arm again. Yeah, right... for maybe thirty seconds, then he began spanking full out again until I was begging and pleading for mercy!

"Puhleeze!!!" I begged. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... pleaseeee, Robert!! I'll be good, no more bad, I'll do my work for school!"

"Shit," he said, because he assumed that I hadn't learned my lesson yet. (I had!)

He spanked me solid for ten minutes, until I was nearly to tears. Finally, he eased up, long enough for me to talk.

"I want to be over your knee," I said.

He was going to object, since he'd hurt his back, but then quickly decided that it'd be fine. He sat on the edge of the bed while I hobbled over towards him, backside throbbing, pants basically at my knees. He patted his lap and I went over, gripping tightly onto the bedsheets. I was terrified that I'd fall -- he'd never spanked me like that before, nor had anyone else. I imagined him lifting the paddle high in the air right before I heard that loud POP! noise and felt the damn sting. He didn't give me time to recover, either. My bum hurt way lots and lots already, and that swat just added extra sting. That wasn't what I wanted.

I only let him spank me for three minutes. I know, he's supposed to be in control, but I couldn't take it anymore, and finally just rolled off of his lap, a couple of tears streaming down my face (or at least wanting to?) He figured I'd had enough, too, because he didn't push for me to get back over. I lay myself face down on the bed, whining into the cover, he lying next to me. I rubbed my bummy for dear life.

"I'll do my schoolwork," I promised, snuggling close to him and letting him throw an arm over me.

"Good," he said, snuggling with me for a few minutes.

We didn't stay like that long, because I had to go home. I replaced my paddle, running my fingers through my hair so it didn't look so disheaveled. I knew I'd be sore for a long time, but didn't worry myself with that, wondering when I'd get my second dose of that damn paddle... Next time I did something stupid I guess (which probably wouldn't be too long).

Needless to say, I shifted as I sat in my car on the drive home, then shifted even more while sitting on my chair at the comp, and finally decided to take a small nap. I regretted that I didn't get to have a nap at Robert's house. That evening, I woke up and went back to his house, not for a spanking, though -- we had to go to work, and I drove him. It was painful, sitting on my bum. I complained about it all night.

After work I got home (it was nearly eleven o'clock) and looked at it again -- it was still pink! Wow... that must've been some spanking.

Anyway, Saturday night I did something stupid, not telling you what it was. Tuesday, I'm getting another spanking. Wish me luck. ^_^

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