23 March 2005

Story: Yay! Australia! - Chapter 1

Part of the Yay! mini series.  The beginning of the trip to Australia.  I think I had written a second chapter with a spanking, but have no idea where it is nowadays.  There's little hope that I'll continue this, but who knows.

Yay! Australia! - Chapter 1
by Breanna Carter

Wow, the Sydney Airport was really happy! When I say happy, I mean, well, the people were happy, and the airport itself was happy. It was dressed in bright colors -- orange and blue and red -- much unlike the Los Angeles airport that was really gloomy. I guess when you have a nine hour layover, anything seems gloomy. Besides, when we got to Sydney, we were all ecstatic. I think the airport would have looked happy if it had been orange or black.

"They have cute accents!!" Katilyn was screaming.

I giggled. We'd already listened to a little of their accents on the airplane, and I'd already had a taste of Australian food, which was similar to American food, except not as good. But it was also airplane food, so maybe that's why.

Alyssa yawned, coming to my side. "I'm tired," she pouted.

I nodded. "Me, too. It's weird that we left there in the middle of the day and got here at sunrise. Did you guys get any sleep on the plane?" I'd gotten some since I didn't sit next to anyone I knew. Instead, I had sat next to a creepy old man and a lady who had to pee every ten minutes. It was funny when she tried to jump over me while I was sleeping.

"I slept a little," Alyssa admitted, "but I watched 'Along Came Polly' like four times."

I nodded. "I watched that, too!"

Jonathan was suddenly next to us. "I watched 'Lord of the Rings.'"

"Ew, no" Katilyn said. "I wasn't going to waste my time with that. I slept a little, but basically watched movies."

See, we had our own little private tv thingys that were on the back of the seat in front of us. They had different movies on each station, and after two and a half hours, they'd replay. So we could watch the same movie the whole plane ride. It was really cool!

"Where are we going?" Katilyn asked, like me, having never been out of the country.

"To customs," someone answered. "They'll just check our stuff there."

A chaperone interjected. "They'll check our stuff and we'll get on another plane to go to the Gold Coast."

"How far away is that?" we wanted to know.

"It'll be an hour plane ride."

A really spiffy feeling was welling up inside of me. I was actually in Australia! In another country! People had cool accents, and the drinking age was 18!! OMG could things get any better? I wanted to jump up and down for days!

We made it to customs and they split us up onto groups of who had certain things and who didn't. I, unfortuantely, had one of those things. Sorry, can't take a plane ride without my benadryl! I guess that's when I first noticed that I'd be getting into a lot of trouble. It was because the Australian dude asked me a question and I said "huh?" Hey, come on! I didn't understand their accents. He was a real... asshole about it. "Didn't your mother teach you to say pardon when you can't understand what someone says when they're talking to you?" Uh, no, sorry guy. *rolls eyes*

We then met up with our tour guide, Peter. He was wearing one of those authentic Australian hats, like the crocadile hunter wears. I guess he wears it. I never watched that guy. Ohh, have you seen "The Rescuers Down Under"? The McLeach guy in there wears it... isn't that his name? The Australian mouse wears it, too. Anyway, that's not the point. He was an okay guy, seemed kind of annoying, though. He said, "My name is pronounced Pe-ta, not Pete-er."

The plane ride to the Gold Coast was very short. I had a window seat, so it was really cool. I got to see parts of Sydney as we left, though I couldn't find the Opera House, where we'd be playing, but I did see the bridge. Funny that I could see it and not the Opera House... they're right next to each other.

I was already going on a picture taking frenzy. When the plane landed and we congregated in front of the airport, my mouth was dropped. This is when it hit that I was actually in Australia. Our time was fifteen hours ahead of the time back home. It was still yesterday at my house! I wanted so badly to call my mom and tell her how cool Australia was. I didn't have much time, though. As I said, we gathered in front of the airport to wait on our plane. First I noticed that it was cold! I actually needed the jacket that I'd brought. It's weird going from ninety degree Louisiana weather to sixty degree Australia weather. I also noticed that the cars drive on the wrong side of the road. How cool!! I couldn't help but take pictures of that. I know, it's pathetic, but still, it was cool to me.

We crossed the street and even got in on the wrong side of the bus! I'm used to getting in on the right side, but in Australia, we got in on the left side. It was so spiffy. I listened to the tour guides as they chatted about the Gold Coast and told us that for the day, we'd basically get to just hang out and do whatever, as long as we stayed in groups of four and the middle school kids were always with a chaperone. I was still in awe of the place. It seemed a lot like Florida, with lots of tourists and beaches. It was really nice.

We finally got to our hotel and unpacked our stuff. Like I'd mentioned earlier, I was sharing a room with Alyssa. Katilyn was going to come to our room after she took a shower and everything. It was weird... we'd left on a Wednesday and arrived on Friday. How messed up is that?

"Do you want to take a shower first, or me?" Alyssa asked.

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you wanna do."

She nodded, and seeing that I wasn't going to decide, she went ahead and took a shower. I looked around a little bit. This was the nicest hotel ever! It was a bedroom with a separate kitchen. There was a refrigerator and a stove, enough appliances to where we could cook if we wanted. There was also a sliding door that led to the balcony, which wasn't exactly a balcony. But from there, we could see the ocean. Oh geeze, it was so beautiful. I just stood there, staring at the ocean until Alyssa was finished showering. Then I took a shower myself. It kind of sucked that they didn't have a bathtub, because I prefer baths. But it worked anyway and I felt much better when I got out. I dressed myself in an adorable outfit and dried my hair, then I was all ready. By the time I got finished, Katilyn and Jonathan and some other people were already in my room, ready to go.

We walked around the Gold Coast for a long time, just admiring the beautiful scenery and taking everything in. Some people were already souvineer shopping, but I wasn't ready to do that yet. We eventually split up into smaller groups, me hanging out with Alyssa and Katilyn, even though we weren't supposed to be in groups smaller than four, and middle school kids weren't supposed to be alone with us. Oh well. They bought some stuff and then we met up with some more girls that we were sort of friends with.

"We're so getting drunk tonight," I announced, seeing the sign for a liquor store.

"Of course!" Katilyn squealed.

The other girls nodded enthuiastically, as well as Alyssa. I figured she hadn't gotten drunk much before, but it didn't really matter. If she didn't want to, it was fine with me. I, on the other hand, wanted to drink. I'd only drank a couple of times with a large group of people. I'd never been to a party. And now, I was having the party in my room!

So Katilyn, Jane, and I sheepishly went to the liquor store while Alyssa and Renee stood guard outside. We bought a bottle of rum, a bottle of Southern Comfort, and a bottle of vodka. Yeah, talk about raging alcoholics. And they didn't even ask for our IDs!

We carried the stuff back in my backpack, making sure to put some stuff over the bottles so they wouldn't make too much noise. I could feel my heart racing. I wasn't a trouble maker, and this was something that was really daring and adventerous for me. It was only five o'clock, but night was already falling. We sat the stuff in my room and drank a little, the five of us, then stood half out on the balcony, Jane and Katilyn smoking cigarettes, and all of us talking to the people in the hot tub. We eventually stumbled downstairs, going down the extremely slow elevators. We ended up outside where the girls giggled, admitting that they were drunk as hell. I was, too, and I'm sure Alyssa was a little tipsy, but we weren't nearly as obvious.

That was apparent when one of the freshman guys asked me something, I have no idea what, and then said "yeah, you're not drunk like them, are you?" and I just giggled.

Of course I was drunk like them! Just not as... crazy.

It seemed like ten o'clock when we all piled up in my room -- and when I say "we all" I mean, tons of people! Of course it was Alyssa and me, and then Katilyn and Jane (Renee had decided to go back to her room), and Jonathan and Paul (that was his roommate that was also a junion), and then Jonathan's roommate that was the same age as Alyssa, Adam. We were partying like crazy, drinking as much as we could, and just talking and giggling loudly. It was great. I never knew Alyssa to be a non-quiet person, and I, myself, was actually quiet, too, but even the two of us were getting social for once! It started winding down when Adam couldn't walk straight (um, I'll have to admit that it was my fault because when Jane insisted that he have no more drinks, I made him some anyway) and Paul was getting really touchy feely with the girls. Jonathan, who wasn't drunk, escorted his two roommates to his room. Katilyn and Jane stayed a little longer, but eventually they were so drunk that they couldn't walk straight either. I don't know how they managed to make it to their rooms. Come to think of it, I don't really know much of what happened that night, either.

"Alyssa, I don't feel so well," I remember saying, then lying down on the bed and watching everything spin.

She was cleaning up the kitchen, which was weird, since she was drunk... or at least tipsy. "We drank a lot," she said. "Half a bottle of vodka and all of the rum and Southern Comfort."

I wasn't really paying attention. "I think I'm going to be sick."

I heard the refrigerator shut and she turned the kitchen light off and came in where I was. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Do you need anything?"

I shook my head. "I'm really drunk."

"I am, too. I've never been drunk before."

I giggled. "The first time I got drunk, I threw up a lot."

And with that, the room spun me to sleep.

21 March 2005

Story: Molly - Chapter 9

Molly - Chapter 9
by Breanna Carter

The next morning I was awake before Molly, which made me a little skeptical. Every time I was awake before her I became that way. I mean, come on, you would, too, had your babygirl run out on you like Molly had me.

But she was safe. I knocked softly on her door. "MollyCakes," I said.

"Hmmm?" she moaned, and I could hear her rolling over.

I cracked open the door to see her lying there so soundly. "Hey, baby," I said, coming in and a sudden pain overwhelming me in my stomach. I felt like a thousand knives were going through me. I really hated it when Molly found herself in trouble...

"Molly? I need you to get up, honey," I said, noting that it was still dark outside and she'd definitely not want to get up that early. "I need to talk to you."

"Fife more mins," she mumbled, rolling over.

I rolled my eyes at her, wanting to grin at her adorableness. "Come on, Molly, wake up. Please?"

She groaned.

"I'll go make you some coffee, okay?" That probably wasn't such a great idea -- Molly was hyper without caffeine. But if it got her out of bed...

"Okays," she answered.

I stalked off towards the kitchen and made a pot of coffee, then poured a tall glass for Molly just the way she liked it: lots of sugar and some caramel added it in. It's actually a lot better than it sounds.

I went back to her room and turned the light on and sat on the bed next to her. "Here ya go, Molly," I said, shaking her a little until she woke up more and semi-sat up. She propped herself up on an elbow and took the glass of coffee in the other hand.

"Mmmmm, this is yummy," she said, smiling sleepily.

I grinned, even though I still had an uneasy feeling inside my stomach. "I have to talk to you, Molly," I repeated, because I wasn't sure if she was conscious enough to remember that I'd already told her.

A look of panic spread across her face. "What happened? I didn't do it... I'm sorry!" she said, the typical response when I said we needed to talk.

I nodded. "Okay, well, last night, I was coming in here to get your gym clothes," I began, envisioning the past night's events. I didn't like the look on Molly's face. It was the guilty look. "And they weren't in the middle of your floor like usual, so I figured they were in your backpack. And when I looked in there... well, can you tell me what I might have found?"

"Umm, my gym clothes?" she asked.

I managed to let out a slight smile with that statement. "Yes. Can you imagine what else I might have found?"

"Uhmm, school books, folders, maybe some pens and pencils?"

"How about a bag from Hot Topic?"

She immediately looked down at the floor. "Oh, a bag from Hot Topic. Yeah, forgot about that."

I lifted her chin to make her look into my eyes. "Tell the truth, Molly. How much did you spend and where did you get the money."

She cleared her throat. Her body was shaking and I knew that her heart was pounding. "I, um, spent... about sixty dollars... and uhm, I got... the money.." she paused, wanting to cry, "from the money that I was supposed to spend on the trip."

"How much of the money for the trip did you use at Hot Topic?" I asked, still looking into her eyes.

She broke eye contact, shutting her eyes since she couldn't look away. "All of it," she whispered.

"All of it? All of it being the twenty-five dollars you were supposed to use on food and stuff?"

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "The whole fifty dollars," she murmured, sniffling and wiping the tears away.

"The WHOLE fifty dollars?" I nearly shouted, letting go of her chin so she could turn away. "Molly! That money was for the trip! I thought you had to turn in your bus fee yesterday!"

She was almost to the point of actual crying by this time. "I was supposed to, but..." she paused, trying to think of a good excuse.

"But, what?" I said after a minute of waiting and hearing nothing.

"But I didn't," she finally concluded.

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because we were going to the mall and I knew there was a cute skirt that I wanted."

"And how did you expect to get the bus fee?"

"I was... going to tell you," she offered, looking at me with a puppy face.

"Oh? When were you going to bring this up?"

"I don't know."

I shook my head. "Molly, if you want to go shopping, you can ask me for money. Or you could have at least called me yesterday and asked if it was okay for you to spend some money at the mall and then whatever was left we could put it together with some more money to spend for your school trip. Why didn't you just ask me?"

She shrugged. "I didn't want you to say no."

"What if I didn't have the money to give you for the bus fee? What would you do then?"

"I don't know," she responded, looking back at the carpet.

I nodded. "Next time, just ask me, okay, kiddo?"


"I don't appreciate you uselessly spending the money that I gave you, nor do I appreciate the fact that you disobeyed my orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"You're going to get a spanking, Molly," I concluded, getting a whine as a response.

"But... Brian! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

"I know, but you're still getting a spanking. What you did was basically steal money from me, and that's something I won't tolerate."

She began crying harder and I honestly didn't want to spank her. How could I spank something so cute and remorseful?

"I'm sorry that I have to do this, Molly. But you've gotta be responsible." The more I lectured, the more reasons I found to justify my spanking her. What she did was irresponsible, disrespectful, disobedient, and practically stealing. That's when I concluded -- "I'm going to spank you before school and then again after school."

Her eyes widdened. "What?" she asked, shocked that I'd mention such a thing.

I just nodded. "I'm not going to spank you with the belt or anything, just my hand. But you're getting spanked twice so next time you'll know not to do it again."

She broke down in tears. "I won't do it again," she cried.

I bit my lower lip, trying to keep myself in control. Had she really learned her lesson? Did she deserve the two spankings, or would just one drive the lesson home?

No, I couldn't back down. I had to keep my word. I had to be firm... even if I was a softie. "Sorry, Molly. Two spankings." I stood up and sat down on the computer chair, then patted my lap. "Come on, Baby. The sooner we do this, the sooner it'll be over."

She cried and ambled towards me, making a thousand promises as she did so, wanting me to back down on my own promise to give her extra when she came home from school. I wasn't going to back down, though. Not this time. No matter how much she touched that soft spot in my heart...

I gently placed her over my lap, positioning her to where her toes were inches from the ground and her hands were touching the floor. I took a deep breath in, then tugged at her pajama pants and panties, pulling them down to her knees. She wiggled a little. "Please, Brian," she begged.

"Too late, baby. Should've thought about this before you carelessly spent the money after I told you it was only for your trip." I lifted my hand a few inches in the air and began spanking her. I spanked rhymethically, peppering the sit spots and slapping her thighs every so often. She was squirming like crazy and trying to wiggle away from me. I just held onto her tighter, turning her normally pale cheeks to a bright crimson color.

"Oooowwwwieeee!! Briannn!!" she howled, still kicking and crying like a baby. "I'm sorry!!!!"

"I know, honey," I answered, still not letting up. I spanked every inch of her bottom and thighs until it was an equal shade of red. I knew she was hurting. Spanking the thighs always hurts. But I knew that she'd be uncomfortable through the school day, and that was what I wanted to most accomplish. She was already genuinely sorry, now I just had to make her think about the reasons why she was sorry.

I decided to stop spanking, since she had to be at school in a couple of hours, and she still had more to come for the afternoon. I lfted her from my lap, hugging her tightly. I wanted to cry when she collapsed into my arms.

"I'm sorry, Brian," she cried, rubbing her bum.

"I know, baby. Shhhhh, calm down," I cooed, stroking her hair and keeping her in a hug. We stayed like that until she was calm enough to let go. "I know that you know what you did was wrong, Molly. But when you're at school today sitting on a sore bottom, I want you to think about what you did and why you're being punished, okay?"

She nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears away. I noticed that the sun had begun rising.

"Okay, go take a shower and get ready for school."

She nodded again, then hugged me a final time and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you," she whispered, "even if it does hurt lots when you spank me."

I smiled slightly. "I love you, too."

And with that she wiped her eyes again and hobbled away, still rubbing her bottom.

I sighed, not at all happy about the situation.

19 March 2005

Story: Lizbeth Gets Drenched

Lizbeth Gets Drenched
by Breanna Carter

I couldn't tell whether I was amazed by the lightening or scared of it! The storms in Louisiana during the summer are really frightening, especially if you're not used to it. Kat, unlike me, was bored with it.

"Kat, let's do something," I whined, moving away from the window and plopping down on Papa's bed.

She looked up from the tv that was chattering away in Spanish, like she could understand what it was saying. I mean, every so often she'd yell out a word she knew, like "ohhh!!! Monday!" Yes, it was confusing. At first I had no idea what she was talking about, but then I started paying attention and I got it. "What do you want to do?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't care. Anything but sit in here. I'm sick of the house."

She thought about it for a second, then got back distracted into the tv because she understood a word.

I sighed and thought about it for a minute. "Hey, you know anywhere where there's some hott guys??" I asked, wanting to pick up an American boy. That'd be awesome.

She raised her eyebrows. "You're not looking for marriage, yet, are you??" she asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No, but wouldn't staring at guys be more fun than sitting here watching tv in a language you don't understand?"

She digested that. "Of course, but the point is, if I knew where the hott guys were, don't you think we'd already be there?"

"Can't we just go driving around?" I whined.

"I'd really like to," she said, "but didn't your dad say we should stick around the house for a little while today, at least til the weather calms down?"

"It's calming down!" I said.. which was partly true.. if calming down means the clouds were rolling away, slowly but surely.

She came over to me and looked out the window. "Looks calm to me," she said, sarcastically, but playfully punched me on the shoulder and smiled. "Let's go downtown and see what we can find to do down there. There's always something to do there."

I could tell that she was partly lying about there being stuff to do, but I didn't really care. Downtown was better than Papa's living room!!

We headed out of the house and downtown. I turned Kat's music up way loud and actually even sang along. By this time I knew most of the songs that she liked, and actually understood the lyrics. I mean, come on, we were halfway through the summer and I spent most of my time with her! If I didn't know some of the songs, it'd be pathetic!

"Hey, look! Sprinklers!"

I had no idea what sprinklers were, but looked around anyway to figure out what on earth she was talking about.

"Where?" I asked, giving up on looking.

She parked and pointed across the street. "Those things that are spraying water!"

I finally noticed what she was talking about.

"They have stuff like this at six flags," she said, not realizing I had no idea what that was. "They're fun!"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. Basically, it was holes in the ground that sprayed water at you at different times. Not many people were outside since it was, um, raining, so no one was out there playing in them.

"Come on!" she squealed, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the car.

July air in Louisiana is VERY hot, until it storms. Then it's like, windy and can get really cold. But when it's not windy, it's still hot outside... and muggy. Nice, cold, sprinklers sounded *really* nice!

We ran across the street to where the sprinklers sat, right in front of the river. I was a bit apprehensive... she actually wanted me to run through those sprinklers? In my shorts and tanktop? But these were brand new!!

She didn't give me much time to contemplate it... she was already in the sprinklers and throwing water on me.

"Hey! That's cold!" I whined.

The whining didn't last long either... she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the sprinklers with her.

I shrieked. "It's cold!"

"Stop being a baby!" she insisted, still throwing water on me.

I just stood there dumbly, then started throwing water at her. That's when the actual fun started! We just chased each other around, becoming soaked, attacking each other with water. We stood on the sprinklers when they turned off, and then let them spray up our pants. Wow... it was cold!

Lightening flashed in the distance and there was a roar of thunder that nearly scared the crap out of me. "It's about to start raining again!" I said, still splashing her with water.

"We'd better go!" she yelled back over another roar of thunder.

"Nahhh, let's play more!" I insisted.

She didn't have much of a choice, because I gently tackled her shortly after that, causing her to fall right in the water. We wrestled for a little while until the rain started pounding. When I say pounding, I mean pounding! I felt like someone was throwing rocks at me! The two of us held onto each other and ran as fast as possible to her car.

I plopped my wet body down on the seat and started giggling like crazy. "T-that was fun!!!" I exclaimed.

She was giggling, too. "Yeah, it was," she admitted, shivering.

She turned the car on, airconditioner on full blast. No way! It was too cold for an airconditioner!!

"I'm soaked," she said.

"Me, too," I answered, not exactly knowing what that meant. The cool thing about hanging out with Kat, though, was that she taught me new words. So when I went back to Mexico, I could teach them to all of my friends... like the bad words!

When we got home, Papa was standing out on the porch, smoking a cigarette and waiting on us. We got out of the car and ran up the stairs, the rain still pounding.

"Where the hell have you two been?" he demanded to know. "It's raining like holy hell out here and you both are drenched! What the hell have you been doing?" he shouted, talking quickly in Spanish.

The two of us shoved past him and landed in the living room.

He came inside and slammed the door. "Lizbeth! I want an explaination of this, right now!"

"Uhm... we went and played in the sprinklers?" I said, using English to say the word "sprinklers."

"The what?"

"Sprinklers. We played in the water. It was fun, Papa! You should have been there!"

"You played in water in this weather! I can't believe the two of you!"

I gulped. He wasn't as thrilled as I thought he would be.

I shot Katrina a look. She was worried, I could tell.

We talked a little in both languages. Katrina and I tried to explain to Papa what we did, why we did it, and the fact that we weren't crazy, just wanted to have fun. Then he lectured about the two of us getting sick from playing in the water in this weather, and the possibility of getting struck by lightening (yeah, I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing when he made that statement).

Finally, he landed the clencher. "You're both getting a spanking. Lizbeth get me a towel. Katrina, you're first."

By now, Kat knew enough Spanish to know what that meant. She gulped as I grabbed the towel and handed it to Papa. He sat down on the couch and placed the towel over his lap, muttering something about not wanting to be wet like we were.

"Come here," he ordered Katrina. She also understood that.

He tugged at her jeans and pulled them down, motioning for her to step out of them. They were big, baggy jeans. You can imagine how much water they could hold. Tons, in case you couldn't figure that out. She stood there in her wet T-shirt and panties... which were... oddly enough... a thong. That was... weird. Totally wasn't expecting it.

Papa didn't pay any attention to it, though... at least that's what it seemed. He just pulled her across his lap, tugged her panties down anyway, and began slapping her bottom. I squirmed with each smack, watching her wince and whine and exclaim, "ow!"

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I was going crazy because I wanted him to stop, I didn't want to look, and I knew I was next. That's what drove me the craziest... knowing I was next. I knew that the spanks had to hurt because I knew her bottom was still wet from playing so much! It always hurts when it's wet.

"Owwwwwwwww.. I'm sorrryyy," she whined.

"I know," he answered, in English, which I found mildly amusing, until I was brought back to the reality of the spanking taking place.

She squirmed and kicked and her bottom was turning dark red. I bit my lower lip, wanting him to stop hurting her, but not wanting him to start spanking me!

He finally lifted her up, pulled her panties up, and told her to sit down on the chair at the kitchen table, which was right next to the room we were in. So she'd still have to watch me. Uh oh, that means it was my turn..

"Lizbeth, come here," Papa ordered.

I hobbled towards him, sniffling.

He grabbed ahold of my upper arm and shook me slightly. "Young lady, you know better than to play in the water in this kind of weather."

"I know, Papa," I said, sniffling again because tears were beginning to fall.

"That was totally irresponsible of you," he added, tugging my shorts down to the ground, ordering me to step out, and then taking me over his lap. "I will not tolerate this behavior in the future, understand?"

"Yes, Papa," I said, feeling him peel off my wet panties.

I shivered. He rested a warm hand on my cool backside. I knew it wouldn't be cool for long and boy, was I right about that! He almost immediately started spanking me, covering my entire tiny bottom in a split second. I was howling in no time! I knew that Javier and my other neighbors could hear me because I was so loud, but I didn't care! I was getting spanked and it hurt and I wanted him to stop!

"I'm sorry!!!!" I screamed, squirming to no end, trying to free myself from his firm grip. He held onto me tightly, spanking away at my wet bottom. As I'd predicted, it hurt sooooo much more than it would have if it had been a dry bottom!!

He spanked for what felt like days, but Kat told me later that it was only a minute or two. He then let me up and I was bawling, making all sorts of promises about being a good girl.

"Come on, Lizbeth," he said, pointing to the bathroom. "Shower, get changed into some dry clothes." He looked at Kat and repeated nearly the same thing in English, implying that she could change into some of his clothes.

Papa ushered me to the shower, turning on the water and making sure it was the right temperature, then he helped me out of my tank top and watched me get in the shower. That's embarrassing for an eleven year old whose body is changing! But I didn't feel eleven anyway -- I felt more like... six. Besides, he was my Papa... so it wasn't that bad.

He was still standing there when I got finished, holding out a huge towel. I was still semi-crying, but had gotten better. He wrapped me up in a towel and carried me to the living room, then handed me some dry clothes and snuggled with me until Katrina got out of the shower.

"Are you guys hungry?" she asked, rubbing her bum.

We both nodded. We were always hungry!!

"Tacomania?" she asked Papa, the restaurant that they always ate at when they had the money.

He nodded like crazy and so did I! I loved that restaurant!

15 March 2005

Story: Rave, Anybody?

Part of the Just Shannon series.  Shannon and Erik sneak out to go to a rave.  Yeah, that's going to go over really well with Matt.

Rave, Anybody?
by Breanna Carter

I was the idiot that left the damn poster sitting on my bed. I knew that Matt would come in to get all the dirty clothes that piled up on the floor.

I was at Lisa's when he found it... We were just hanging out like normal. Actually, we were talking about going to the rave -- you know, the poster I had? Yeah, it was a poster to the rave. I had things planned out already. It started at eleven, but people didn't start actually getting there til later. So I figured after Matt was sound asleep, I could sneak out and go to it. I'd heard it was going to be a kickass party and ALL of my friends were going to be there -- including Erik, who was getting sexier by the moment. I know, I know, falling for one of your friends is a BAD idea, but I can't help it! I was only a teenager... with raging hormones... what do you expect??

The second I got home Matt was standing there with the poster. "You're not going," he demanded, before even knowing if I was going.

I tried to play dumb. That always works. "Going where?"

He gave me that look. "You know exactly where, Shannon Kate," he said, pointing to the poster.

"Ohhh, that thing? I'm not going... I just took it because... I thought it was pretty." Hey, it was pretty! And that was the only thing I could think of.

I don't think he bought it. In fact, I'm pretty sure he didn't. "Pretty or not, no sister of mine is going to a rave, got it?"

"Yes, sir!" I said and saluted him. "What's the fun in raves anyway? Just a bunch of people fucked up on X jumping around like idiots."

He glared at me. "Language, Shannon," he warned.

"Oops! Sorry.." I said, then snatched the poster back. "And it IS pretty! Even you have to admit it!"

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said, muttering something under his breath that sounded like "girls."

Phew... got out of that one without getting into any trouble. Is that a first for me or what? If only things always worked out that easily.

So Friday night came around and I basically hung out with Lisa, Erik, and Jen all night. Surprisingly, Jen and Lisa weren't going. Well, not so surprising. We kinda didn't want them to go since it was a rave, and not really the thing for middle schoolers. I wasn't really that sure what to expect, though... um, I'd never been to a rave before. Neither had Erik.

I ended up back at home at 10:43. Seventeen minutes before the rave started. I figured I'd see a relieved look on Matt's face, but truthfully, I think he'd almost forgotten about it. That was lucky for me!!

Erik and I were supposed to meet outside about 12:30, so as to make sure that everyone was completely asleep when we met. We're good at devising plans. If someone wasn't asleep, we'd just call the other person and tell them in code... we just didn't figure out a code.

Luckily, everyone was asleep by 12:30 and I made it safely out of my window to Erik's car. "Everything smooth?" he asked, flipping a cigarette away and unlocking the doors. Gah, the way he was leaning against the car made him look sooo sexy.

"Everything's fine. Matt's asleep, and for all he knows, I'm asleep, too."

We both looked sexy in our raver outfits. I was wearing super baggy jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off my belly button ring. My hair was twirled up in little balls, though it's kind of hard to explain. I was wearing dark eye makeup and silver lipstick, my face sprinkled with glitter. Erik was looking Orgy-ish, if you know the band I'm talking about. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, with some blue fingernail polish and makeup (guys with makeup are sexy, thank-you-very-much). His hair was spiked a little.. I could've raped him then and there... but I didn't. Aren't you proud of me?

He had a cute car, too.. perfect for jamming to techno as we prepared for the rave that was ahead. I was a little uneasy because this was something daring and new -- something I hadn't done before. And, um, I knew if I got caught then sitting during class for a couple of days wouldn't be easy. I think that's the adventure I got out of it... knowing that I couldn't get caught.

"Couldn't" is a strong word that's often misused... especially by a teenager when referring to getting caught.

Anyway, we made it there safe and paid our entry fee and put on some glowy thingies which were really cool! and the loud techno music hit my ears. Ohhh wow, it was amazing. There was like, an automatic rush when you entered... everyone was dancing, crowded around the speakers. There were strobe lights and black lights and tons of glow sticks and necklaces and bracelets. I mean EVERYONE was dancing (okay, everyone on the dance floor was), and everyone was happy, and just.. wow. You see stuff like this on tv, but it's nothing like real life.

I think everyone was on ecstasy, too.. If the kids weren't dancing they were hanging out in the other parts of the warehouse. Some people were sitting on the stairs just talking to each other. Everyone kept hugging... So many people came up to us and started talking like we'd been friends forever. They were all so nice... and welcoming... a spiffy environment. Really... it was.

Erik and I decided against the X... duh. I wasn't about to go home doped up on a drug, even though it was tempting. I knew that A) Matt would kill me, and B) if a cop happened to pull us over, I'd end up in jail for being on drugs, and C) what if it really wasn't what they said it was and it fucked me up bigtime? I didn't want ANY of those things to happen. But we danced anyway, jumping up and down, waving our arms around like idiots.

"This is so awesome!" I yelled to Erik over the music.

He smiled. "Shit yeah!"

It didn't seem like long, but we must have danced for about an hour straight before deciding to take a break. I wanted some water, but I'd heard plenty of horror stories about water at places like that. Erik got us a bottle of water, though, and since it was sealed shut, I went ahead and drank it.

After we rested, I went back on the dance floor, but Erik decided to sit out for a little while. At first I was a little uncomfortable going out there alone, but after a while, with all of the inviting people, I just kinda got used to it, and didn't even realize I was alone. Then I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Erik -- I was wrong. I looked straight up into Matt's face.

Uhm, needless to say, the dancing stopped about right there and all I could think was SHIT!

"Uh, hey, Matt," I stuttered.

"I'd like to know what the hell you're doing," he said.


He wasn't expecting such a smartass answer and I knew right then that he want to haul off and smack me. But he didn't, thank God.

He did, however, grab me by the upper arm and begin hauling me out of there.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!"

"Taking you HOME," he said.

I struggled to get free from his grip. "No! I'm staying here!" I commanded.

He stopped and turned around. "Shannon Kate Johnson, I am not in the mood for this attitude. You will get into the car without a fight or I will spank you right here and right now, Young Lady."

He wouldn't... would he? I decided not to chance it... I'd at least wait until we got in the car to talk about how I felt.

So that's exactly what I did. I folded my arms and pouted and followed him out to the car. I started to worry about Erik. I could just call his cell later and let him know that I was okay and at home. Um, at least those were my intentions... even though I knew that I'd be so sore and exhausted after Matt got through with me that I probably wouldn't be able to talk.

We finally arrived to the car and I decided to start my rant. "This isn't fair!" I shouted. "I was just having a good time and you had to fucking drag me out of there and it isn't fair!!"

Um, did I mention we weren't even in the car yet? And wow... you thought he was infuriated before, you should have seen him then!

"It's not fair to YOU?!?" he shouted. I'd never seen Matt lose it before and... honestly, I didn't want to see him lose it then... but I couldn't help it!

"No, it's not fair for me! I'm not twelve fucking years old! You should treat me like an adult!!"

"Well you're not a fucking adult either," he said, pointing at me, not bothering to open the door. Thankfully there was a car inbetween us because he was on the drivers side and I the passengers, so he couldn't hit me. "And you're sure as hell not acting like one! What is this? Sneaking out of the house? Lying? Going to an illegal party where there's tons of drugs? What else did you do, Shannon, huh? Are you on speed? X? LSD?"

I glared. "No, I'm not that stupid."

"Yeah, well it was pretty stupid just being in that place because you and I both know that there are TONS of drugs in there and if the police decided to check it out, you'd be up a shit-creek just for being AROUND the drugs. Is that an adult thing to do? You're saying I should treat you like an adult?"

"YES!" I yelled.

He sighed heavily, unlocked the doors, and plopped onto the seat. He held his head in his hands, trying to calm himself. He was so angry that he was shaking. Maybe trying to fight this wasn't such a good idea...

"Look," I said, trying to speak calmly and rationally, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You worried me half-to-death and all you have to say is 'sorry'? I'm going to tell you one thing, Shannon Kate, you might get away with this at home, but you're not getting away with it with me. I'm sick of the bullshit you keep pulling. All the lying, the attitude, the disobedience, is going to stop, do you understand? I'm not going to put up with this. If I have to spank you everyday to keep you in line, if I have to look over your shoulder every minute of the day, I'm going to. Got it?"

"There you go, treating me like a fucking kid again," I muttered.

This time there wasn't a car inbetween us... and I totally wasn't expecting it, but he slapped me across the face, and hard. "You won't use that type of language either, Shannon," he said, then started up the car.

At that time, I was too shocked and hurt to really say anything. Tears were burning my eyes. I couldn't believe that he'd slapped me... I couldn't believe this was all happening like it was... I wanted to wake up from this dream... This couldn't be happening...

I pulled out my cellphone to send a text message to Erik. Clearly, I wouldn't be calling him anytime tonight.

Erik -- Matt found me. sry. talk 2morrow.

I took a deep breath and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, the tears wanting to stream down. I had on so much makeup, though... I couldn't ruin it. I never wore makeup.

I survived the long, silent ride home. I'd have liked it better if I could have at least listened to some music, but I guess I had to be content that I was still alive?

"Go to bed. We'll discuss this in the morning."

Totally wasn't expecting that. That meant I had to deal with all the nervous anxiety that I had... and he expected me to sleep???

As you could probably have guessed, I didn't sleep much. I was up all night basically crying. Matt was always the easygoing type, didn't lose his temper, was always smiling and laughing... and geeze, I'd really screwed it up this time. I'd screwed it up enough to where he'd actually come out to the rave and yell at me... a lot! And he also wasn't the type that used much profanity... and I'd also seen that side of him! Great job, Shannon.

I ended up text messaging Erik back and forth all night, telling him kind of what happened. Embarrassing as it was, he knew that Matt spanked me. It was kinda something that all of us got at one point or another, so though I didn't exactly want him to know, it wasn't as big of a deal as it would be if spankings were unheard of.

I finally managed to sleep a little. When I woke up, Erik had sent me three text messages. Well, it was fun while it lasted. and Shannon? are you still there? and finally, at like 5am he sent I had a good time but itd have been better with u. Those were great ways to start my morning. I actually ended up smiling.

That didn't last long. I pushed myself up from the bed, still in the raver clothes I'd worn the night before, my hear all messed up, my makeup all smeared. The first thing I wanted to do was get a shower, not a spanking. I hoped Matt would make that possible.

He was lying on the futon when I emerged from his room. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. That made me feel worse. "Hey," I mumbled.

He nodded.

"It's okay if I take a shower before we talk?"

He nodded again.

I took a towel and some fresh pjs (I figured I wouldn't be much in the mood to do anything the rest of the day) and made sure it was a really hot shower. I washed my hair and tried not to think about my impending punishment. So much for that.

When I got out and dressed, I dried my hair with the towel, then went back into the living room. Matt was in the very same spot, still looking exhausted. I figured he wouldn't be much in the mood for my attitude... and I was probably obligated to speak first.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry," I began. "I shouldn't have gone to the rave, I shouldn't have lied to you. I'm sorry."

He looked at me. "I'm glad you're finally seeing the seriousness of what you did." He stood up and walked over to me. "I don't think you realize, though, why I didn't want you to go there. It's completely and totally illegal, it's dangerous, you could get into all sorts of trouble. I know you know that, Shannon. You're not a child anymore."

I nodded.

"And I don't appreciate the language you're using with me, so from now on, anytime I hear any type of obscene language from you, I'm washing your mouth out with soap, end of story. Understand?"

I nodded again.

"So we're going to start that now. Come with me."

"Wait... Matt... do we hafta???"

"YES we have to, and don't even think about resisting because you're going to make it harder on yourself."

I gulped and followed him to the bathroom where he repeated the same procedure as always. He got out the bar of soap and a washcloth and wet them both, then scrubbed the soap with the washcloth, getting it all bubbly. My stomach churned. I hated this part as much as the spanking itself.

"Open," he ordered.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth like I was at the dentist -- I knew it was going to hurt, but maybe if I closed my eyes it wouldn't feel so bad. I felt him take ahold of my chin and then he thrusted the washcloth in my mouth, scrubbing the insides. He scrubbed the roof of my mouth, the cheeks, and finally my tongue. I started gagging and then crying, wanting to plead with him to stop. It tasted so gross and it was so embarrassing and I hated this so much. But he just kept scrubbing and when he finally stopped, he put the soap in my mouth.

"Leave it there," he said, then sat down on the edge of the bathtub, taking me over his lap. I squirmed, wanting to spit out the soap and not wanting to get spanked. I cried harder.

My pjs were thin... great idea at putting them on instead of pants. He didn't take them down, but I could still feel his palm, clear as daylight. He spanked me and spanked and spanked until I was kicking and crying and couldn't really breathe because I was keeping the soap in my mouth. "This is for having a dirty mouth, Shannon Kate. You're going to have to learn to control that."

I nodded, wanting to promise that I'd stop talking badly around him.

He lifted me up and took the bar of soap from my mouth then gave me a tiny cup of water to rinse out with. My bottom stung like crazy and I wanted to rub, and I wanted this to be over, but it wasn't... I wasn't even close to being finished.

I spit the water out, trying to make sure I got the nasty soap taste out of my mouth (I didn't), then allowed myself to be dragged to the living room. "I'm not going to put up with any of this backtalk, the language, the lying, the blatant disobedience... do you hear me? No sister of mine is going to act like this."

I nodded, sniffling and letting the tears stream down my face.

"If I have to ground you and watch your every move to make sure that you don't sneak out of the house again to go to some kind of rave, I will. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said, feeling that it was the necessary thing to say at that time.

With that he threw me over his lap, tugging my pj pants and panties down, and then began spanking me rapidly with the damn hairbrush! I hadn't even noticed that he'd been holding it, I was too busy thinking about the fact that this wasn't over and I was freaking out about the punishment... how had I been so stupid as to not realize he was holding the hairbrush!!

In no time I was screaming, kicking, squirming, and throwing a fit! Oh my gosh that thing hurt like hell. "Ooooowwwwwww... pleaseeeeeeeee Matt!!!!! I'm-m sssorry!!!!! Pleaseee no moreee!!" I pleaded, kicking and trying not to block.

He held me firmer, keeping my squirming to a minimum, until it hurt so badly that I was squirming and kicking full-out again, and then he stopped, placing me over one knee, and using the other leg to keep me from kicking.

"Pleaseee," I wailed, crying more than ever, unable to contain myself.

"Shannon Kate, are you going to do as I say?"


"Are you going to lie to me?" he asked, emphasizing his words with a hearty smack of the hairbrush. "Are you going to cock an attitude? Are you going to use profanity??"

"Nooooooooo!!" I cried. I was trying to promise him that I'd do what I was supposed to, that I would NEVER go to a rave again, and all that good stuff. He kept spanking, though, and through the spanking I couldn't find much room to talk (it was because I was crying too hard!)

He kept his hand on my back, holding me down as he spanked harder, spanked my sitspots, and move on to my thighs. He kept going for what felt like hours, until after I was out of energy, after I was bawling like a baby, and after my thighs felt like they'd be bruised for weeks. My arse was on fire. I was drained.

He lifted me up, keeping my hands away from my face to dry my tears, and made me look at him in the eyes. "I love you, Shannon. I love you so much. What you did last night was very dangerous. Anything can happen at raves... stuff that you don't want to happen. I'm sure it was fun, but it's also illegal. I don't mind if you go to a party every now and then, but make sure that it's okay with me and that you aren't doing anything you're not supposed to, got it?"

I nodded.

"While Mom and Dad are out of town, you're my responsibility, and that means that you're going to do what I say. I understand you're a 'teenager' and it's in your nature to rebel every once in a while. But get rid of the attitude at everything I say. I'm not much older than you, Shannon. I can remember being in high school like it was yesterday. I know what goes on in school, I know what goes on at parties, and I know the types of stuff you're likely to do. I'm not stupid and not as old as Mom and Dad. There's stuff that you could get away with them and you won't be able to get away with it with me. It's not because I'm mean or cruel or just a total asshole, but it's because I know how things work, I know how dangerous they are, and while it's okay to experiment with certain things, other things are not okay to experiment with. No sis of mine is going to jail, okay?"

I nodded again.

He gave me a quick hug and a pat on the bottom. He let go of my wrists to allow me to wipe my eyes. "Go stand in the corner while I fix lunch, and then you can eat, change clothes, and do whatever. Consider yourself lucky that you're not grounded, Shannon."

I wiped my eyes and gave a final nod, letting him know that I knew I was lucky, since I still wasn't able to speak from crying so much. I hobbled to the corner, planted my nose in it, and waited there with a throbbing bottom while he fixed us something to eat. Then I sat down on that damn hard chair, squirming all the time I was eating. I wasn't angry with Matt -- how could I be mad at my own brother? I did take what he said to heart. He wasn't stupid, no doubt about that. He was only a few years older than me. He'd gone to parties all the time... Had something happened with him that I didn't know about? What kinds of stuff had he seen? Under what circumstances would I be allowed to go to parties?

Just then I heard my message alert on my cell. I'd gotten a text message. That reminded me of Erik. "So, you said I'm not grounded?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

He smiled. "Nah, I have to work tonight. I couldn't keep much of an eye on ya."

I smiled back. "So I can hang out with Lisa or Erik?"

"Yeah, just no parties."

"Don't worry," I answered, finishing my meal then giving my older brother a hug.

Skipping back to my room to change clothes, I checked the message on my phone.

hey, everything ok? if it is, wana see a movie tonight? just me and u?

A grin was plastered on my face (I nearly ran into the wall staring at that message!). Erik was asking me... on a date!!!

I allowed the excitement to fill my body as I responded that I'd love to attend a movie (of course, trying to make it sound as much like friends as possible, in case he had different ideas about things than I did), and then I took another shower (what? my hair was frizzy because I didn't dry it). The day didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought it'd be.

09 March 2005

Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 3

Aerial's Diary - Week 3
by Breanna Carter

Dear Journal,

So it's the third week and things are starting to get pretty hectic. Everyone wants money... Duh. It's starting to get to the point to where it's a great tv show. Everyone is fighting with EVERYONE. It's great.

As the days pass, Tara and I are actually becoming closer. Weird, huh? We *hated* each other to begin with, and now we're friends! I found out that she has a crush on Mike, which is something I can also say duh to. I think everyone knew that... all of the swooning that takes place when she's around him, the way she always does what he says and agrees with his ideas and strategies. So then she goes and says, "So Aerial, who do you think's cute?"

As you can imagine, we were lying on my bed like twelve year olds at a slumber party, our cute blue pj pants on, looking through pics of family and friends back home.

What was I supposed to answer, though? "Uhm, no one really," I said, blushing.

"Oh, come on! You have to be crushing on someone! Who is it? Theo? Adam?" She then went on with this long list of guys... um, every guy from both teams, to which I rejected all. She didn't realize she'd named them all, though. "Who did I forget?" she asked.

I giggled. There was no privacy in this house... no way was I telling her about my slight infatuation with Abram!!

"Aww, come on, please tell me?" she begged.

"I already did," I insisted. She gave me a confused look, like she'd missed the point where I'd told her. So I answered, "No one!"

She sighed. "I'm bored."

"Me too," I agreed.

It was Saturday night... usually the house is full of drama, but Saturday, it managed to be, um, quiet?

That's when I noticed something -- it WAS quiet and that's not normal! Where the hell was everyone? "Hey, Tara... you know, I haven't really heard from anyone in a long time.." I said.

She raised her eyebrows. "Come to think of it, me either."

That was the cue for both of us to slip on our sandals and head downstairs. No one was in sight. Weird.

I swung open the door to catch Sara, Cara, and Jeremy outside by the pool talking. "Hey," I said, "where is everyone?"

Cara turned around and gave a confused look. "They went to the club.." she said, as if we should know already.

We gave her a blank look.

"Mike said he went up there and told you guys..."

We shook our heads.

Jeremy looked over at us. "He was trying to convince everyone that you guys were too young to go, but they wouldn't buy it, so he went up there to tell you where they were going and invite you along..."

I looked at Tara. "Um, okay," I said, turning back towards the trio. "Where'd they go?"

They explained the location of the club and Tara and I ran back upstairs. "We're so going," I said. "We'll show them who's too young to go to a club."

We dressed in our sexiest outfits... another duh... then applied tons of makeup and fixed our hair all prettily. We DEFINITELY could pass for older than 18... maybe like, 24 or something. I was proud of us. I didn't know that I had it in me to be all pretty... I was usually the tomboy in school. Of course, I could barely walk in the shoes I was wearing... but who cares??

"You should dress like this more often!" Tara told me, giggling slightly.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Shut up... let's go."

We headed back down the stairs. I thought it'd be great when I fell, but I didn't, fortuantely. I'm sure the camera men would have loved that -- especially the one I almost killed. Remember him?

The club was a longer walk than I'd imagined. Or maybe it was just those damn shoes. Of course, both of us were fuming. How come Mike had insisted that we not go to the club?? What a dick. I hate that guy.

We finally made it to the club and they didn't even much less ID us. We were in Mexico, though, and the age is 18 anyway... so it wouldn't have mattered had they IDed us. Speaking of which, TONS of Mexicans were checking us out muttering "mamasita" except I can't spell that right. Maybe I'm lucky and that's really how you spell it?

"There they are," Tara said, pointing to Mike who was getting a little too up-close-and-personal with a couple of girls. That sight disgusted her.

Veronica approached. "Hey, thought you guys didn't wanna come?" she said.

"We *would* have come had someone asked us!" Tara shrieked, still casting Mike an evil glare from across the room. Within minutes the entire gang was around us, admiring our older-lookingness, asking why we hadn't come earlier, etc. And *finally* Mike decided to appear.

"Look at who came and decided to ruin our fun," he sneered, obviously drunk as fuck.

"Fuck you, Mike," Tara shouted.

"Ohhh, I'm sooo scared of baby Tara," he giggled. "Shouldn't you be at home in your playpen with Aerial?" I was waiting on him to make a joke about the Little Mermaid, which happened to me ALL THE TIME, but he didn't, so I stayed like a lion ready to pounce than actually pouncing.

"I thought... we were friends," Tara said, taking a different approach than I and nearly crying.

"Friends? Give me a break, Tara. You're only eighteen... that's like... almost illegal for me."

I saw a tear slip down her cheek then I realized how much she *really* admired that guy and how much he'd let her down.

"I'm sick of you following me around like a little puppy. All you do is fuck up the team. You suck at missions, you cause too much drama, we don't need that on our team. Because of you, we've lost thousands of dollars. I wish this was like the Inferno where we could vote people off -- because you'd be gone right now and we'd stop losing."

It seemed deathly silent -- as silent as it can be in a club. By this time, tears were steadily streaming down her face and she was trying her hardest to contain them, but her black eyeliner was already smeared and she wasn't doing a very good job at keeping the tears at bay. She finally ran out, don't ask me how she managed that wearing those damn shoes, and I looked at Mike.

"You're a fucking dick," I told him, standing closer. With my high heels, I was almost as tall as he. "You KNOW that Tara looks up to you!" I said, pointing at him in the process. "And I don't know what your fucking problem is."

"YOU'RE my fucking problem, Aerial. So just back the fuck up."

Mike isn't so bad when he's sober, but when he gets in a drunk spill... GEEZE, he's more of an asshole than normal!

I was too angry to speak... well, that, and I couldn't think of any good comebacks. I just stayed close to him, our noses nearly touching, glaring at each other. And everyone else was watching -- including tons of viewers on television -- just waiting for someone to make the first move. For someone to either shove the other, or back away. I was only planning on making one of those moves, and it wasn't the latter.

"Aerial, stop being a fucking pussy and go ahead and hit me already," Mike said. "You're just a girl anyway."

That was the clencher. I went back and shoved him as hard as I could, causing him to stumble slightly in his drunken state. "Don't EVER call me a pussy," I yelled, stepping in and shoving him again, "and don't EVER make fun of my friend like that."

He pretended like he was shaking. "Ohhh, I'm sooooo scared!" he teased.

I knew he was trying to make me angry... it was working. I was obvilious to the world around me. It was just me and Mike... and then, I did it -- I punched him right in the jaw.

I don't know who it surprised more -- Mike, the gang, or me. Abram tackled me before things went any farther.. well, tackled isn't quite the word. He just grabbed ahold of me and pushed me back, getting Mike out of my line of vision so I wouldn't be tempted to do anymore than I already had.

"Do you wanna get kicked off the show? Do you wanna get kicked off the show?" he was yelling over the loud music. "Do you wanna go to jail? Mexican prisons aren't any fun!" he added, as if he'd been in one before.

"Keep that asshole away from me," I muttered. "Keep him away or I'll kick his fucking ass!"

"Calm down, Aerial," Abe said.

Everything was spinning around me. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush or something. All I could see was Abe and Mike and Veronica and everything else was basically a blur.

"Aerial, are you okay? Are you okay?" Veronica was screaming. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her. She can get really annoying sometimes.

"I'm fine," I shouted back.

Tons of camera men were shoving their lights and cameras in my face, and it was just making me dizzier. I was almost to the point of collapsing. All I could see was lights. I couldn't even see Abe or Mike anymore... I knew Abram was there, though..

"Abe.." I mumbled. "Catch me..."

"I'm here," he answered, whispering in my ear.

And I collapsed into his arms.

I don't remember what happened right after that... I only know what I was told. Abe said that he tried to wake me up, but I wouldn't come to. He said that I was the center of attention... like, the whole club's attention. He carried me to the back and lay me down on a couch and put a cold washcloth on my forehead until I'd come around. When I woke up, I was in this unfamiliar room with tons of unfamiliar faces around me, my head in Abe's lap, he stroking my hair.

I looked around. "Where.." I muttered.

But you know, they never let you talk when things like this happen. "Take it easy, Aerial," Abram said, caressing my cheek. It felt so good.

"Is she okay?" one of the Mexican men owner people said in a thick accent.

"Yeah, she's fine," Abe nodded.

There were still camera men around and I wished they'd all go away. Then, there were people I didn't want to see -- the producer people. That was never a good sign. Ech.

"Hi, Aerial, how are you feeling?" a lady said, sitting herself in a chair across from me.

Abe's fingers were still running through my hair. "I'm okay," I answered, bad feeling in my stomach.

"I guess you remember when you signed the contract?" she said.

Oh shit, the contract. The one that said that I wouldn't use physical violence... damn contracts!

"Yeah... but.." I began, breaking off into tears.

Abe rubbed my back a little, trying to ease the crying. The lady said nothing.

"But when Tara and I got into a fight... it was okay," I said, trying to stop crying myself. I didn't want to smear my makeup that I spent so long to do!

"There was an agreement there... an agreement that went on between the two of you and the two that were responsible for you. In order for it to work like that again... well, we'd have to make another agreement."

I sniffled and wiped my eyes, regretting it after I did because the makeup had been smeared. Dammit. I looked up at Abe. "Can we make another agreement, please?"

He looked down at me for a minute then back at the lady. I then averted my attention to the lady. "It's up to Mike," she said.

I sniffled again, knowing in Mike's drunken state, he wouldn't agree to anything. "But... can't Abe just agree for Mike?"

"Sorry, Aerial," she said, shaking her head.

I sat up, sniffling and fixing my hair a little. I didn't stay up for long -- Abe's shoulder looked so comfortable.

"Tell you what, I'll at least let Mike get a chance to get sober. We'll talk first thing in the morning, how does that sound?"

I nodded. Sounds a whole hell of a lot better than chancing getting kicked off the show.

In the meantime, I had to wait. Abram walked with me home, just the two of us, my hand locked in his which felt really nice. It almost seemed like he cared about me... I mean, more than just a friend, if that makes sense.

"These shoes are hurting my feet," I complained.

"Take them off?" he suggested.

I didn't mention that I didn't know what kind of Mexican herion needles they had lying on the grounds and I didn't want to die... not that night anyway. He might've taken the hint, though, because he stopped suddenly and threw me over his shoulder. Hehe... it was funny.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I yelled.

He didn't answer me, just laughed and smacked my rear slightly, keeping me thrown over his shoulder. *sigh* he's so adorable.

Anyway, I'm sure this is what you're waiting to hear -- That night we got home and I took a shower and everything, washing all of my smeared makeup off and changing back into my blue pj pants. I found Tara who had done the same and was lying on her bed, snuggling with her teddy bear which was all too adorable. We talked for a little while and I told her what happened... and then Abe and CT came in to comfort us. Somehow I managed to convince Abe to give me a foot massage... hehe TOLD you he was adorable!! Okay, this isn't the part you're waiting to hear.

You're waiting to hear what happened when I woke up the next morning. Well, the lady was there, and no cameras -- THANK GOD! I didn't need another spanking being filmed on tv. We had a house meeting when we woke up. All twenty of us went downstairs and sat in different chairs. Abe was on one side of me, Tara on the other. Mike was across the way, sitting next to the lady. I don't remember exactly all that was said because I was mostly concentrating on Abe's arm around me and the fact that my heart was racing. I just remember the lady explaining that the contract could not be broken anymore under any circumstances and that fighting will not be tolerated. We can scream at each other all we want, but cannot hit each other.

Then she asked Mike about the incident the night before. He explained that it was mostly his fault for instigating the whole thing, for calling names and basically asking me to hit him (uhm, *didn't* he ask me?), and that I shouldn't be kicked off the show. Phew. That was settled.

Uhm, not quite.

Stupid Mike had to speak up and say that it couldn't be settled without consequences. Isn't scaring the hell out of me enough of a consequence??? Then he brought up how my fight with Tara was dealt with and agreed that it would be proper to handle this the same way. UGH... thanks, Mike.

How embarrassing... everyone just kind of looked at me. They *already* knew that I'd gotten it before, but it was okay because no one ever mentioned it. NOW it was right out there on the floor that I was going to be spanked like a baby... Geeze, my face is turning red just thinking about it!!

Of course, you know me, I was actually *thankful* that Mike brought it up... not so everyone else would know, but because I really wanted Abe to spank me again. Mike *did* mean that it would be Abe who spanked me, right??

Everyone kind of dispursed after that except Abe, Mike, the lady, and me. They were talking about how I should be spanked. Mike decided that it'd be kept fair if Abe did the dirty work and Mike just watched. Mike was afraid he'd go a little too hard on me or something. The lady agreed. I agreed. My heart kept thumping.

The two guys followed me upstairs to my room. I tried to walk as slowly as possible, but Abram was right on my heels and it didn't work so well. I didn't want Mike to see me getting it, but I guess if it meant not getting kicked off the show, it'd be worth it, right?

Abe sat down on my bed and Mike across from it. He pulled me towards him -- not Mike, Abram.

"We're just going to hurry and get this over with," Abe said.

I gulped, nodding. There was that damn feeling inside of me again. The *good* feeling that kept saying "I want this! I want this!" Oh man, that's the weirdest feeling ever.

He pulled me over his lap with me semi-lying on the bed, my face on my hands. I didn't want to get my blankets wet with my tears!! I felt my pants and panties being tugged down to my knees. I wondered how Mike was doing over there. Why couldn't I get my mind off of the fact that someone was watching me!! Someone I *didn't* like, for that matter.

"Okay, Aerial -- why am I going to spank you?" he asked.

Tricky question. "Because I punched Mike?" I answered, though it wasn't the real reason -- the real reason was that Mike was seeking revenge against me!

"Well, because you let your anger get the best of you. You should learn to walk away, Aerial," he said then slapped my bottom.

"Ouch!" I squealed, though I was almost used to being spanked by this time. I was working on getting one once a week -- you eventually do get used to the pain, but that first smack always takes you by surprise!!

He smacked me again, starting out very slow and rhythmetically. He was letting me get the hang of it before he went full out. That was fine and dandy with me! I didn't want to feel like I was dying!

We could all tell when I got the hang of it because I stopped squirming and making noises. So he spanked harder. If you don't want more of a spanking, you should continue pretending like it hurts!! It's hard, though, because you don't want to make too much of a fuss because you don't want to feel like a baby... but if you don't, then they spank you until you do! So basically, you're going to look like a baby anyway. Pride? What's that? Heh.

So he spanked harder until I was bucking and kicking again. I tried to keep my head on my hands, but I kept lifting my head because it hurt, and I kept wanting to reach back and cover to get him to stop spanking. But I had to resist because I'm not a baby like Mike thinks!!

Of course, I guess Abram must have wanted me to reach back because this time he didn't wait until I stopped yelping to give me a harder dose -- he started spanking really really hard, not as hard as he could, but it was throbbing like crazy! And he was going so fast I didn't have much time to regain myself. So I started kicking like mad-crazy and then reached my hands back and... "pleaseeee stoppp!" I begged.

He didn't even much less stop... just spanked around my hands until he could get a grip on them with his left hand to make sure that I didn't try to block. "Stop struggling so much, Aerial," he demanded. "You know you deserve this. And don't worry, you would have gotten it whether Mike had agreed or not."

Ooooo, Abram is sooo hott... that made me squirm in excitement when he took control like that. Yum. He did, however, keep slapping as hard as he could, keeping a firm grip on my hands in the process. I was kicking like crazy and began crying, still pleading for him to stop. I was embarrassed as shit that Mike was watching this whole thing as if I were the subject of some experiment... GEEZE, I was uncomfortable.

Abe finally stopped a minute. "Aerial, while you're in this house, you will follow the rules -- and you know what they are." He smacked me again. "There will be NO fighting, under any circumstances, Young Lady." I squirmed again. I was liking this a little too much for my own good. "We have already had this talk once, remember?"

"Yessss," I wailed as he slapped me again.

"Did you not learn your lesson then?"

"I learnedddd," I promised.

He started spanking only my thighs and sitspots. I'd hoped I'd escaped that part since we had a mission the next day, but he didn't seem to care. He spanked them until I was sure they were a dark red and I was crying so loudly I'm sure the whole house could hear me. Who knew it could really hurt *that* much?? He wasn't even using a hairbrush like CT had on Tara that day -- thank God. I couldn't have handled that. And to think that I thought CT was tons more experienced than Abe. I swear I was wrong. Abe knew all the spots that would make it hurt really badly. This was much worse than the two previous spankings I'd gotten. I wished so badly he'd just hurry up and stop. I was already lying limply over his lap, tears spilling onto my blankets even though I'd wanted to keep them dry. I heard Mike say something, though I couldn't quite make out what it was. I guess he was trying to stop Abe from all of the spanking! I was so sure that people were probably coming in to see what was going on by this time! That just made it more embarrassing.

Abram said, "I'm going to make sure she learns her lesson this time."

I tried to tell him that I had, I'd learned my lesson from the minute they told me I was getting kicked off, but I couldn't speak. By this time, my head was hurting, my throat was hurting, and I was sniffling like crazy from crying so much. I was in so much pain.

He let go of my hands and I didn't even bother trying to block. Instead, I wiped my face, trying to control the tears. And then he stopped. He rested his hand on my bum, rubbing it ever so slightly, and then lifted me up. I tried to regain my composure. Yeah right. He stood up and gave me a big hug, rubbing my back, then he pulled back the blankets and helped me in bed. He must've known how exhausted I was from all of the spanking!

I buried my face into my pillow while Mike and Abram talked. I don't know how long it was, but eventually, Abe came back in my room and plopped down next to me, getting under the cover himself, and snuggling. It was great :) The best sleep I've ever had!!

My ass still hurts like you wouldn't believe. I don't know how I'm going to do this mission tomorrow.

Guess I better get some sleep.

Do you think Abram's crushing on me??? Probably not, but he's so darn cute!!!

Love ya!

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