06 June 2006

Story: Learning a Lesson

Misc Story.  Amber's older brother offered to take her in rather than have her parents send her off to a boot camp.  He gets more than he bargained for when one night she comes home late, driving her friend's car, and not exactly sober.  She soon learns that his way of handling things is a lot more painful than her parents'!

Learning a Lesson
by Breanna Carter

My brother offered to let me stay with him when my parents claimed they had enough and threatened to put me through a boot camp. Like one of those on the talk shows where these big scary guys yell at the kids and they're all tough as nails in the beginning, but by the end they're babies and do whatever it is anyone wants them to. So I said, fine, whatever. Send your problem-child fourteen year old daughter to boot camp. See if I care. So instead Phillip offered to let them have a break for a little while. I don't know why.. it's not like he could handle me any better than they.

Well, actually, I enjoyed being with Phillip because I really wasn't that bad of a kid, just sometimes wanted to stay out a little late, and besides, my parents bugged me anyway. Who actually isn't bothered by their parents when they're fourteen? Living with my brother was like Heaven.

Most of the time.

The first time I screwed up was when Ashley asked me to go out to this party with her. No big deal. A few seniors from school wasnted to get wasted at this guy's house because his parents were out of town for the weekend. I was down with that. Phillip was working til after midnight so he wouldn't mind if I got home about the same time as he. It'd be no problem.

"So what are you doing tonight?" he asked me, buttoning up his work shirt.

I shrugged. "Meh, I don't know. Might have a girl's night with Ashley and friends. Who knows. Bowling, a pizza, maybe a chick-flick."

He nodded. "Well, okay, that's cool then. Just be home by one, okay?"

"Of course," I answered. Okay, so maybe I told just a little white lie. The night would definitely not be a girl's night... and no bowling or pizza or chick-flicks. But I was definitely going with Ashley. Does that count as some truth?

She picked me up that evening wearing a slutty halter top and some super-tight jeans. That's Ashley for you. I, on the other hand, was in a baggy t-shirt and jeans. That's me for you.

"Girl, you are so not wearing that to this party."

"What?" I said. "It's comfortable."

She shook her head at me. "Whatever. You are so hott and your boobs are great. Why don't you show them off?"

I digested that. "You know, I bet that'd piss my parents off even more..."

"We're so going shopping!" she announced and sped towards the mall. Yes, I ended up using dear brother's mastercard (that I'd conveniently found in the dryer when I was taking some pants out... he wouldn't mind) to purchase a top that showed more skin than it covered and a cute blue jean skirt. It was all Ashley's choosings, though. She wouldn't even let me go into the stores I normall shop. Who cares? As long as I can show off my gorgeous figure and annoy the hell out of my parents (her words, of course).

We went to the party after that. I was doing okay, had vowed to myself not to drink anything that anyone gave me... unless it was a beer or something light that could help me maintain control. The music was loud and pulsating, all these guys kept commenting on my new attire. I was offered a couple of beers, which was really gross but who can turn down a free beer? And then I was dancing with some guys and just hanging out.

After an hour or two of that, I decided that I'd decline all other drinks... unless it was a margarita or some sort of frozen girly drink, which I was offered a few minutes after I'd made that pact with myself. By then the room was beginning to feel hot and I could tell Ashley was drunk. So I couldn't get drunk, because I'd need to drive later. Unless it was a mixed drink. Those won't get you too drunk.

In case you haven't noticed, by the end of the night, I was taking straight shots. I kept promising myself not to do these various things, but I'm horrible at keeping promises. Besides, it's not a big deal, so long as someone could walk straight enough to drive us home.

That someone just happened to be me, a couple of hours later when we stumbled down the front stairs.

"Ashley, how the hell are we going to get home?"

"Let's just walk in a straight line and see whose is straighter."

"How are we going to know whose is straighter?" I questioned but she was already walking down that straight line, that looked more curvy than anything else.

"Your turn!" she yelped.

I took a deep breath in, contained my giggles, and managed to walk a somewhat straighter path than she.

"There we go. You drive."

I started to mention that I didn't have a license, but at that moment, I realized that if Ashley attempted to drive, we'd end up in the ditch. "Okay, but sober up on the way to my house, because you still have to drive home."

She nodded.

I grabbed the keys and braced myself for the drive. "Focus, just focus," I muttered to myself on the way to the car. We both hopped in and I jammed the keys in the ignition. Ashley was being all crazy and ditzy and babbling about something, but I kept telling myself to focus. How the hell was she going to drive home? Maybe Phillip would be cool if she just crashed at our place for the night...

I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and immediately noticed that Phillip was standing outside on the phone and smoking a cigarette. When he took a glance at me, he hastily said something to the person on the other line then hung it up, rushing towards me.

"Shit," I said, looking at the clock that read 3:51am. "I'm fucking late.."

I pushed open the door where Phillip was standing outside, arms flailing. "Where the hell have you been, Amber? It's nearly..." he paused to sniff the air and I noticed my mouth had been hanging open trying to make my excuse, so I closed it in hopes that he hadn't smelt anything. Too late. "Have you been drinking and why the hell are you driving Ashley's car?"

"I haven't been drinking," I slurred, "but Ashley has, so I figured..."

He was shaking his head, and took this time to interrupt me. "Don't you EVER lie to me, Young Lady. Get in that house right now," he ordered, pointing towards the door.

If I'd had more alcohol in my system, I'd probably have been defiant. But I didn't have it in me. It was late and my brother was truly pissed, and I could actually understand why. Fourteen years old, drinking, driving, no license. Damn. Besides, I was too tired to argue my case. It hadn't been too long since Phillip was a teenager, so hopefully he knew better than my parents why I did what I did. It's just a teenager thing. Right?

"But what about Ashley?" I asked.

"I'll deal with her. You go inside and to bed."

I didn't like this who demanding older brother thing. He was usually super nice and funny and I dunno... everyone just adored Phillip because he's that type of person. Seeing him pissed off was not fun.

I stumbled inside, holding onto the walls to guide me to my room. Hell... I was a lot more drunk than I'd imagined. I could barely walk straight and I was all of a sudden finding it harder to see. I kept pep-talking myself. Just a few more feet to my room, a couple of more steps to the bed... then I changed into my pjs, plopped down and closed my eyes, finding the world spinning around me. Is this really how fast the world is spinning? I was starting to feel sick. I opened my eyes, adjusting them to look at one point on the wall, then closed them slowly, finding everything spinning again. I began to whine because I hate the feeling of having everything moving and me not moving with it.

I don't know how I finally managed to get to sleep, but the next morning I woke up with this tremendous headache and my stomach was killing me. I blinked, trying to recall the night before. The fact that I got drunk was obvious, since I was so sick. Ech, and my brother was probably going to be pissed and I'd be yelled at forever. Not with this headache, though. So I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

My attempts to sleep were unsuccessful when Phillip came barging in. "Amber, it's after noon, so get up. I made lunch."

I groaned but pushed myself out of bed anyway. "I don't think I'm hungry," I groaned.

"I'd say not from as hungover as you probably are. But get up anyway."

I nodded and rolled out of bed, following him to the dining area where we sat down across from each other. I noticed that he probably hadn't expected me to eat anyway, judging from the fact that he'd only made two Hot Pockets, and that's definitely not enough to feed us both.

"What happened with Ashley?" I asked, taking a sip of water.

"She crashed on the couch then went home this morning."

I nodded.

The room was quiet for a minute.

"So yeah... I guess you're pretty pissed at me.." I began, hating the silence that engulfed us at this moment.

"Oh, I'd say I'm a little more than pissed."

I cringed. "Can I at least explain myself?"

"You can try," he said, taking a bite of his food, then adding, "but I doubt it'll help."

"I just got a little stupid last night and Ashley wasn't in any condition to drive."

"And you were?"

"Well what else was I going to do? Just stay at the party all night?"

"You'd stayed there long enough... You were supposed to be home at what time? One o'clock. What time did you get here? Four. I think that one o'clock is a pretty lenient curfew for a fourteen year old, but I can guarantee it that you'll be getting home much earlier than that from now on, if I even let you out.."

"Wait a second... that's not fair.." I began.

He raised his hand to cut me off. "You can tell me what's not fair when you pace around this living room for three hours waiting for your younger sister to come home, not knowing if she's been in a wreck or what, calling everyone around that you know, and she won't answer her damn cell phone. And then when she finally gets there, she's driving a car, no license, and drunk off her ass. You go through that then tell me what's fair."

I blinked. Totally wasn't expecting that.

"You aren't even old enough to drive, much less drink, Amber. Are you trying to get yourself killed? Trying to get arrested? Because that's a damn good way to accomplish it."

He pushed his plate away from him, now too aggravated to even eat.

"And what was this outfit you were wearing last night and where'd you find the money to buy it?" he asked.

Yikes. I'd almost forgotten about that. "Uhm, well... I sorta got it for the party... and sorta borrowed the money."

He raised his eyebrows. "Sorta borrowed money? Elaborate."

"Erm... I found your credit card and sorta used it," I mumbled, turning away and covering my mouth slightly like maybe that'd help me get in less trouble.

He leaned in closer to me. "Used my credit card?" he asked.

I nodded slightly.

He shook his head at me and stood up, then grabbed my upper arm, then dragged me towards the couch.

"Wait... what are you doing?"

"This conversation is over. You're getting a spanking."

"A what?!" That was the most surprised look I'd given all day.

"You heard me." He sat on the couch then pulled me towards him.

"Wait wait wait... you can't do that..."

"I can, and I am." He gave me a rough tug and my struggles were futile. Before I knew it I was over his lap, facing the carpet.

"Wait, Phillip. Please. Let's be rational, please? I'm fourteen. That's too old to be spanked..."

"I'm through being rational with you, Amber. I give you some leeway, you take it for all it's worth. How can I trust you to stay out late if you come in like you did last night? And if your parents aren't going to put a stop to it, I am."

"Please Phillip. Don't spank me. I mean, you can't.."

"Watch me, Little Sister," he said, then tugged my pj pants and panties all the way down to my knees.

I began to squirm, blushing profusely with embarrassment. "I'll be good, I'll be good..." I promised.

"I'm sure you will, especially after I get finished with you."

"No no, please don't do this.." Wow, I felt soooo young and vulnerable in that position.

He ignored the rest of my pleas and began whacking my exposed bottom with an open palm. I yelped from the beginning, squirming more and still begging. That must have been one amusing sight. Fourteen years old and finally getting taught a lesson. I'm sure so many guys would've liked to see that.

And damn, Phillip spanked me hard. Looking at him, you wouldn't think he'd have it in him. He's not too tall, maybe about 5'9 or so, only a few inches taller than me. He's not all big and muscular either. But he sure can spank. Before no time I was howling in pain and promising to do anything if he'd just stop. And that didn't work.

"I'm so so so sorry!!" I bawled.

"I'm sure you are. And I'm sure you wouldn't be if you were still in bed sleeping right now."

"I would be, I really would!" I promised, reaching back to block the smacks.

"Move your hand, Amber Michelle."

"But it hurts!" I wailed.

He slapped my thigh really hard. "I *said* 'Move your hands.'"

I yelped and moved it away. "Pleaseeeee Phillip. Please please please no more."

"I'm far from being finished," he assured me. He didn't care that it was the first spanking I'd gotten in the last ten years... the first bare-bottom spanking ever... he was definitely going to make sure I didn't forget it.

He continued spanking, using his left hand to keep me from reaching back while he pounded away with his right. He sometimes even smacked my sit spots and thighs. I was so relieved when he stopped that I nearly rolled off of his lap.

"Oh, we're not finished," he told me.


He lifted me up and brought me to the edge of the couch. "HEY! Move your hands away.."

I noticed that I'd been rubbing my bottom to get the sting out, but I quickly stopped so I wouldn't get spanked too much more.

"Over," he ordered, pointing to the couch.

"Phillip... please..."

"OVER, and don't make me repeat myself."

I whined, but leaned over the edge of the couch anyway, burying my face in my hands and letting the tears collect. I listened as he unbuckled his belt and the leather slid through the loops. I cried harder. I'd never been spanked with a belt before... but living in the south, it's not like I'd never known anyone who was. And I'd never heard anything appealing about being spanked with it... it was definitely not the position I wanted to be in at this moment, leaned over the sofa, bottom exposed, already in pain from the hangover and now in pain from the spanking. No no... I definitely didn't want to be spanked with the belt.

But, obviously, the punishment was working because I didn't move, didn't object, just whined. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I deserved this. That didn't really help the situation... didn't help that I was in a shitload of pain... didn't help that I was about to receive more of my punishment. It just helped me learn how to accept it, sorta. Though I would have gladly not taken it.

"Amber, there's a few reasons you're getting this spanking, care to name them?" he asked, lashing me across the sitspots with the belt.

"Ooowwwwww, because I drank and drove and came home past curfew and used your credit card."

He whapped me again. "Sounds about right," he answered, slapping me again. "I want you to listen to me, okay?"

"Okayyyy," I whined, crying into my hands.

He cracked the belt down again then began speaking. "I care about you and your well-being," he told me, punctuating that statement with a hard smack from the belt. "I understand what being a teenager is about. I can deal with the drinking, okay? But if you're going to drink, you need to be responsible, and no driving or getting in the car with a drunk driver, understand?" he asked. Cue that smack.

"Yessss, I understand."

"I don't appreciate you stealing money from me, nor do I like that you drove Ashley's car, much less while you were drunk." He delivered another blow.

"I knowwwwwww, I'm sorry."

"And I will not tolerate you coming home so late in the night, okay?"

"Okay, okayyyyy."

He stopped talking for a few minutes and held me down while delivering a final flurry of smacks to my bottom with the belt. Some of them caught me on the sit spots, only a couple on the thighs. I was howling in pain, though, and crying like you wouldn't believe. Crying so hard that I could barely breathe, and in so much pain that I almost didn't realize he'd finished. I only knew because he started rubbing my back and helped me up out of my position in order to hug me. I felt like I was in one of those movies, or something, where they said "this hurts me more than it hurts you" and how you never believe them. That's how I felt. But I guess there's always that feeling at the end where you know that they didn't want to beat the hell out of you, they just did it for the fact that they figure if they didn't you'd probably end up doing something stupid again. Which is probably true. Although I wasn't an angel after Phillip spanked me, I can honestly say that I learned my lesson. And it was probably mostly because he talked to me afterwards (while I sat down on a very very hard chair), but the spanking sure did get my attention. So I realized the reason that he was so upset, which I could've realized anyway, but he did something my parents never did. He was rational, even though I'd first claimed he wasn't. He gave me chances, let me make mistakes, and helped me learn from them... even if helping was through a spanking. At least I learned.

05 June 2006

Story: Bratty Little Sisters Are a Pain

Misc Story.  As the youngest child, Candi gets away with everything.  When she has to stay with her older brother for the week, she's infuriated with his rules and chooses to ignore them.  And then he embarrasses her in more ways than she could have imagined.

Bratty Little Sisters Are a Pain
by Breanna Carter

My friends and I had been practicing for this dance-off competition for weeks before my parents decided they wanted to go out of town and stick me with my brother for the week. I was livid... how could they pawn me off on him when they knew it was crucial that I be at the arcade everyday to practice? Not only that, but Danny's a hardass and is super-annoying and doesn't let me do what I want. And that bugs me. So that made it even worse that my parents decided to leave town.

"Can't you wait until after the tournament?" I begged, pleaded even. I was practically on my knees in front of them.

My father patted my head. "Candace, we'll only be gone for a short while and I'm sure Danny will take you to practice. It's not too far from his apartment complex."

"But you don't understand! I don't want to stay with Danny! He's boring and never lets me do anything."

"Well, then you should behave."

I pouted. I've been told that my parents spoil me because they had me at such a late age: my mom was 42 and father 45 when I was born. I was practically raised as an only child. Danny was the youngest of my siblings and he was 24, making him 13 years older than me. And he told me all the time that I was spoiled... so when I was with him, he made every effort possible to not have me do what I wanted to do.

"I always behave," I assured my father, still giving him a puppy face.

"Look," he began, stooping down to my level, "we'll get you a present while we're gone. How's that?"

"You could just let me go with you."

"You have school all week, or we would."

"I could miss school," I said, perking up a bit.

"No, Candace. I'm sorry, but you can't miss that much school. We're not discussing this anymore, okay?"

I folded my arms in a pout. "This SO isn't fair!" I yelled, then stormed off to my room, slamming the door. They hated it when I did that because apparently I acted like a six year old. But who cares? It wasn't fair to me that they were making me stay with stupid Danny all week. There'd be no way I could get any practicing in with him around!

The week actually started out better than I'd expected. Danny let me know quick that he wasn't putting up with my crap and told me that he didn't mind if I went to the arcade every evening, so long as I behaved and came back home at a decent hour. That was actually more than I'd expected. And everything was going by so smoothly until I waltzed in at 10 one night instead of the usual 9 o'clock curfew I'd been abiding by.

"Do you realize you're an hour late? I was just about to go to the arcade..." Danny began when I walked through the door.

"Give it a rest. It's only an extra hour. They don't close until 10 anyway, so I should be able to stay even later."

"Excuse me?" he began. "I don't need your sassiness, Missy."

"I'm not being sassy, I'm just telling you like it is. And don't call me missy." I shoved past him to the computer room, the place I'd been sleeping.

Danny was dumb-struck for a moment then followed me to the room. "Okay, if you're going to have this attitude, then you can tell your friends you're not going to be able to make it tomorrow night."

"What? Tomorrow's Friday! And everyone'll be there!" I yelped.

He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes. "Whatever," I muttered. "You can go now."

He shook his head at me. "You try to get out of this house tomorrow evening and you'll be sorry," he told me, then walked out, closing the door behind him.

I was so angry that I could feel tears rising. I threw my pillow across the room, then some stuffed animals to join it. They all slammed against the wall and fell pathetically to the floor. Someone had to feel my pain with me! Then I called my friend, Melissa, and explained to her what had happened.

"Dude, that's totally not fair," she said. "We've gotta get perfect so we'll kickass in the tournament! There's never been one here before... doesn't Danny understand that?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm coming tomorrow anyway. What's he going to do? Lock me in my room?"

"He might."

"He won't. I'll just call my dad and he'll talk some sense into Danny."

There was silence for a moment until Melissa told me that she needed to go because it was getting late. I agreed and hung up the phone, thankful that I at least had my own cell phone so I wouldn't have to pester my stupid older brother to use his phone at this time of night. He would freak out -- he already thought I should be in bed by 10 anyway.

The next morning I woke up early and got ready for school. I wasn't speaking to Danny because I was pissed about the previous night's events, and he didn't seem too concerned with it. For all I knew I was just having one of my preteen moments. That's what he called them anyway.

He was all dressed up nice in his work suit and everything when he began yelling, "come on Candi, it's time to go. We're going to be late."

"Shut up, I'm hurrying," I mumbled. I applied the last bit of makeup, much to his disliking, then grabbed my backpack and headed out of the door.

"You are to come straight home after school, do you understand?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"You know, your attitude really bothers me, Candace, and I'm inches away from doing something about it."

I didn't say anything, just continued down the hallway. I wasn't coming home after school anyway. I'd let the bus drop me off at the apartment complex then I'd walk to the arcade, like I did everyday after school. Danny wouldn't know until it was too late, and it's not like he'd do anything about it anyway. I mean, what could he do? Tell my parents? They wouldn't care... they'd just tell him that he should've let me go to the arcade anyway.

Of course, things didn't work out as planned. Danny must've gotten into my head and figured out that I was going to go to the arcade anyway, because he was waiting outside when the bus pulled up.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

"Just got in from work and was going to walk you up to the apartment," he said and smiled, because he knew I was furious with him.

"I can walk by myself thankyouverymuch," I told him and stormed by.

When we got inside the first thing I did was call my parents. "Dad! It's not fair! Danny's not letting me go anywhere! And it's Friday! And that's not fair!"

Danny kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the couch next to me, listening in on the conversation but saying nothing.

"Aww, honey, I'm sorry. Why won't he let you go?"

"Because he's mean! And he doesn't want me to win the tournament!"

"Well, I'm sure he has a good reason for not letting you go..."

"But Dad, he doesn't! Tell him that he should let me go!"

"Candi, if he said you can't go, then you can't."

I glared at Danny as my father sealed my fate. "Da-ad! That's not fair!" I pouted.

"Life's not fair honey, but I have to go. Is that all you needed?"

I poked out my lower lip in a pout. "Yes," I muttered.

"Okay, Mom and I love you. Will see you Monday."

"Yeah, okay, bye," I said and hung up the phone.

"I can't believe that you're actually my sister. They would have NEVER let any of the rest of us get by with the shit they put up with from you," Danny told me, standing up. "They would've put an end to that attitude ages ago." He stalked off to the computer room, leaving the tv on.

I actually sat there and watched tv for a while, feeling like there was no way I could go to the arcade now. Then I realized... wait a minute, I'm 11, I always walk to the arcade, and if I leave quietly, I can get there in no time and there's not a damn thing that Danny can do about it. I mean, what's he going to do? Come down to the arcade and drag me out? *Knock on wood.*

I shifted uncomfortably for a moment and craned my neck to listen to Danny pounding away on his computer.

Nah, he wouldn't come drag me out of the arcade. He'd call my cell phone to make sure I was okay and tell me that he was worried and tell me I could stay at the arcade just not worry him like that ever again. Yep, that's what he'd do. And I actually convinced myself of that.

I listened to the typing for a couple of more minutes before standing up. I put my cell phone in my pocket and tiptoed to the door. I took a deep breath then opened the door, letting it close as quietly as possible. Then I broke into a run and ran all the way down the hallway, then down the steps, and finally outside and half a block. Then I walked the rest of the way to the arcade.

I got there in no time and my friends were already there. "Thought you couldn't come?" Melissa said.

"I have my ways," I said, grinning mischieviously. I dug some quarters out of my pocket. "Let's get started so we can show off like mad-crazy tonight," I said, hopping to the machine and filling it with my money.

I must've played two or three games when the crowd started thickening. It was getting dark outside and we were warmed up enough to where we could show off. And of course, the team that we were up against was there... so we were showing off double-time.. even though our showing-off proved to no avail because they're much better than us. But that's only cause they're all in high school. It didn't matter, though... we had to show off because of the gorgeous guy. Who just happened to be watching us when I was in the midst of a very hard song and I began to be dragged off of the machine.

"What the hell!" I yelled, ready to punch someone in the face. Even more so when I realized it was Danny. "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a game!"

He didn't answer me, just said, "come on."

"Whatever. I'm staying and playing some more because you just messed up my game."

He didn't plead with me, just glared at me to where my stomach churned and said again, this time sterner, "come on."

I gave him a look as if saying he was crazy then got back on the dance machine to finish my game. By this time everyone was really watching and I said, "let's play Cartoon Heroes." Melissa looked at me, then my brother, then back at me. "Fine, I'll do it myself," I told her when she didn't find the song for us to play.

Danny was still glaring at me when I turned around and said, "you can go now, ya know."

He was infuriated. "Are you going to make me carry you out of here?"

"You wouldn't do that. Besides, I already put my money in to play this game..." Word of advice: never tell someone they "wouldn't" do something... because they would.

Danny walked up to me, put an arm around my waist, and within seconds, I was being hauled off. It took me a moment to realize what was happening, so I started kicking and screaming.

"Put me down, Daniel! Put me DOWN! Let go of me!"

He said nothing, but didn't put me down. No matter how hard I kicked him or how much I struggled, he was overpowering and determined to get me out of the damn arcade. When my brother is determined to do something, it gets done.

We finally got outside and he placed me on the ground and grabbed my upper arm to further drag me along. This was when it hit me how embarrassed I was for being carried out of an arcade full of my peers, and the gorgeous high school boy, and I started pitching a fit.

"What the hell are you doing! Why did you just do that to me! You just embarrassed me like mad-crazy! That's not fair!"

"You did that to yourself."

"It's not fair that you wouldn't let me go anyway. And let go of my damn arm, that really fucking hurts!"

That was what did it. He let go of my arm, all right, and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and slapped me across the face. Not hard, just enough to stun me.

"Listen to me, Candace. I am sick and tired of the attitude you've been pulling, the way you've been acting, the defiance, the brattiness. It's gotten way out of hand and I know Mom and Dad let it slide but I'm not going to. Now, we still have two blocks left until we're home. I can either spank you right here and right now to get you to shut up, or you can shut up on your own."

I started at him, blinking. I couldn't even say anything because I was so shocked.

"Choose the latter, then? Let's go." He grabbed my upper arm again and kept dragging me to the house. I rubbed my cheek where he'd slapped me. He was capable of doing much worse, but no one in my family ever hit me, and definitely not Danny. Not to mention that he threatened to spank me? No one ever did that either! What a miserable weekend this was turning out to be!

He finally let go of my arm when we got to the apartment room and he pointed to the couch and said, "Sit."

I did as told (for once) and folded my arms, looking at the floor.

"Where do you get this idea from that you can follow your own rules and nobody else's? And what is with this bossy, miss-know-it-all, bratty attitude? First off, that's going to have to go if you ever want any good friends, because no one wants to hang out with someone who acts like that and I'm surprised as hell that Melissa puts up with it."

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he interrupted me.

"And secondly, I know you didn't want to be here this week, but tough: you're here. And while you're here, you follow my rules, Young Lady. When I tell you to get here at a certain time, you will abide by that. If I tell you that you can't go somewhere, then you will not go. Do you understand?"

"Whatever," I popped off. Big mistake! That was when I crossed the line... well, I'd probably already crossed the line, but after that, he didn't even bother lecturing anymore.

"Fine," he said, then came over to the couch, lifting me up before sitting down and pulling me over his lap.

"What... what are you doing?!?" I shrieked.

He tugged down my windpants and panties and began spanking me. "Giving you something I should've given you at the beginning of the week."

"No! Stop it!" I yelled, fighting and struggling as he held me tighter and spanked harder. I kicked and wiggled, trying to roll off of his lap. "Let me go! Stop!!" I whined.

"Oh, I'm not stopping. You've been asking for this," he told me, "now stop moving."


"Fine.. have it your way. You'll just be over my lap much longer," he warned.

He proceeded to slap away at my backside and my struggles ceased. The spanking was hurting like crazy! In my entire 11 years, I'd never been spanked... not even once. And now Danny was wallopping me like our lives depended on it and it was killing me! Not only was I uber-embarrassed to be face down over his knee, but my backside was throbbing and that didn't help the situation any. I would've tried to stop squirming so much, but the combination of things kept that from happening.

"I'm sick and tired of your behavior, Candace," he told me.

"Ooowww!! I'm sorry! Stop!" I yelped.

"You're not sorry. You're sorry that you're getting spanked."

Damn, he's good.

"And I'm not stopping until you've learned your lesson. I'm not going to put up with this, do you understand me?"

"Oooh yesss I understand I've learned my lesson!! I'll be good!! Pleaseeee stop!!" I howled, trying to free my hands from his grip so I could reach back.

"You are NOT going to the arcade for the rest of the time you're here with me. I don't care what you do when you're at Mom and Dad's house, but when you're here, you're going to behave, and if I ever, and I mean *ever*, catch you pulling a stunt like you did today: the sneaking out, the attitude, the fighting, I'm going to take my belt off and teach you a thing or two with that, do you hear me?" he asked, beginning to swat my sitspots.

That sent a shiver down my spine and I whined, "yesss, I understand. Pleaseee, Danny. Please stopppp that hurtssss." By this time, tears were beginning to stream down my face and I was bawling like a baby.

"Are you going to straighten up your attitude?" he asked.

"Y-yessss, I promise," I cried.

"And no more sneaking out of the house?"

"Noooooo," I said, kicking slightly.

He continued spanking for a bit longer, certain to hit my sit spots in such a way that I would feel it for a while, then stopped.

"Now, get up and go stand in the corner and don't so much as move an inch, got it? If you take your nose out of that corner, I will not hesitate to give you another spanking, and believe me, one spanking over another hurts like hell."

I sniffled and wiped my eyes, then hopped off of his lap accepting a swat before planting my nose in the corner.

"Oh, and no rubbing," he added, then shuffled away.

I leaned my head against the wall for a while and cried, letting the tears stream down my face. That's all I did was cry and sniffle, until my head was killing me and I couldn't breathe. Not to mention my backside was killing me. I'd never endured such pain in my entire life. Then I began to feel bad for what I'd done, which is rare. When did I start having a conscience?

Danny came back about ten minutes after he left me there. "Pull your pants up and come here," he said.

I sniffled again and wiped my eyes again, then pulled them up, wincing as the material passed over my aching bottom, and walked towards my older brother. He peered down at me and I felt so small. I sniffled again. And then he did something I didn't expect: he hugged me. I felt warm in his embrace, then he sat me down and sat down next to me.

"Listen, okay?"

I nodded.

"I love you, kid sis, even if we give each other a hard time sometimes. I don't impose rules on you to be an asshole. I don't want you in by nine everynight just to give you something to complain about. The point is, you're only eleven years old and walking to and from the arcade at night by yourself is dangerous. I'd much rather you get a ride from Melissa's mom, and that's why your curfew is nine, because that's when she has to go home. And another thing: you can't just randomly sneak out of the house. What if something happened to you? I'd have no idea where you were."

I nodded again, twiddling my thumbs and staring at the carpet. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"You're forgiven, Candi... but remember if you start getting an attitude with me again or try to sneak out, you will *not* be able to sit, got it?"

I winced. "I got it," I told him, then hugged him a final time before stalking off to my room for bed. I caught a glimpse of my red backside when I changed into my pjs, then lay on my tummy trying to rub the sting away before drifting off into a sweet sleep.

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