Story: The Homecoming Dance

Part of the Terrence/Brianna and Ashton/Ana series.  A long account of what happens at the Homecoming Dance during Bri's senior year.  Well, mostly what happens afterwards, which involves alcohol and, of course, spanking.

The Homecoming Dance
by Breanna Carter

{Bri's Perspective}

I took a deep breath as I opened the front door. I wasn't stereotypical, never had been... except for eating at McDonald's before going to Chicago... but that doesn't count. In other words, I wasn't the type of girl who waited up in her room finishing her hair while her prince charming knocked on the door and spoke with parental units. No, I was the one who answered the door, and I'd have liked to be the one driving, but seeing as Terrence STILL hadn't given me my car back, I couldn't really do that.

Opening the door, I was faced with one of the most popular guys in school, Mark. He was nearly eighteen, brown hair, baby blue eyes, tall, thin, captain of the lacrosse and basketball team.. everything that most girls dreamed of, except me. In fact, I wouldn't have even accepted his invitation to homecoming had I been allowed to drive myself. But Terrence was set in his rules, and I can't say that I honestly blame him.

"Well, hello, princess Brianna," Mark said, smiling and bowing to me, handing me a single red rose.

I blushed slightly. "Hey, Mark," I said casually, trying not to play up to this medieval game.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks," I said, then turned around. "Terrence! We're going!"

Terrence looked up from the television and nodded. "Okay. Have a good night," he said.

I smiled at him, kind of rolling my eyes at Mark in the process, but Terrence knew what I meant. He has brother's intuition.

Mark opened the passenger's side door for me and I climbed inside his tiny expensive car. It reminded me a lot of Ashton's, except the person driving it wasn't nearly as spiffy as the one who would be driving Ashton's car. And then I dozed off in a daydream about Ashton and how I wished that it was he who was taking me to homecoming instead of Mark, and then I realized that Mark was talking to me.

"Bri? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah... I'm great. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that the restaurant is really nice. I think that you and Ana will like it. Have you ever tried Greek food?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, well, it's a lot like Italian food."

I didn't mention that the most Italian food I'd ever eaten was spaghetti or pizza and that I doubted they'd have that in an expensive Greek restaurant, but just nodded and smiled.

We walked into a restaurant that was really nice, probably the nicest restaurant I'd ever eaten at. People ate with their mouths closed and kept conversation at a low murmur, while cutting their meat with one of the 900 knives they were provided with. I can't exactly say that I was excited to be eating at such an expensive restaurant. Anything could go wrong.

Luckily, I had Anastasia with me, and although she had her own date, she and I ended up sitting next to each other and she whispered in my ear what to do when I seemed confused. She also had to pronounce the items on the menu for me. Thank God for Ana...

After the dinner the four of us went to the dance which was held in the ballroom of a local college and we basically sat in the back and listened to the music and talked. It was fun, I guess, but most of it was just pointless conversation. Kids from the soccer team would chat with us, then some of the other kids would chat, and finally, Ana got sick of chatting and dragged me to the dance floor, basically threatening me with my life to dance. So I did. And then we met up with Shellie and Jayna and some of the other girls, and danced some more, and then the music stopped.

"It is time to announce this year's homecoming court!" a lady roared over the loudspeaker.

I covered my ears to keep from turning deaf.

She went on to name the people who got the different positions of royalty, and then she got to the seniors and I was surprised when Jayna was named only princess instead of queen. And that meant, if she was princess, then...

"And homecoming queen for the 2003-2004 school year... Brianna Carter!" the lady said and I just kind of stood there and blinked.

Ana shoved me away from my spot and towards the front where everyone else stood and I could feel Jayna's eyes glaring at me. This wasn't a good sign. She'd never speak to me again. Of course, it's not like that really bothered me so much...

Turns out that I got homecoming queen and my lovely date got picked as homecoming king... then we got to dance in the middle of the floor in front of everybody and I was totally embarrassed and desperately wished it upon Jayna to be homecoming queen. It's not like I wanted that damn title anyway! None the less, after our dance in the middle of the floor, we decided it was time to head out because not only was Jayna on a warpath, but everyone wouldn't stop congratulating and "aww"ing at us!

"But Bri! You're just so cute in your little queen's hat!" Ana squealed.

I rolled my eyes for the Nth time. "Okay, Ana, I get it," I said back.

"So my brother's having a few friends over," Mark began, "and we'll all stay in the camphouse."

I didn't really like the feeling I got in my stomach when he said that. He must have noticed the expression on my face because he said, "Don't worry, Bri... there's some girls going to be there, too. And if you don't want to drink, you don't have to."

Oh, don't worry... I was GOING to drink... even if I was kind of worried about what his older brother and his friends, or more importantly what HE, would do. It was my senior homecoming, though, and I had to make the best of it.


{Ana's Perspective}

I knew I couldn't drink. I'd learned my lesson about that from my sixteenth birthday party. And I also knew that Bri was kind of worried that someone would do something to her against her will, so I knew I had to stay sober for her, to protect her, even if she was more like the older sister in our friendship. Sometimes we can change roles for a while. Besides, it was her senior year and only my junior... I could always drink to celebrate next year's homecoming.

She was feeling kind of down to begin with, I could tell. Whether it was because she didn't have her car or she wasn't going to homecoming with her first choice person or because Jayna was mad at her, I have no idea. But something was bugging her. However, it still took me by surprise when she downed three shots of Southern Comfort in about ten minutes. She wasn't much of a heavy drinker and she didn't weigh too much, so three shots of whiskey told me that if she kept that up, I'd get to hold her hair back while she puked. And with that thought it my head, I figured it might be better to just go ahead and drink so the puke wouldn't bother me that much.

But I didn't. I just sat and watched in amusement as Mark and Eric (my date) drank some beer, and Mark's older brother hit on some of his friends that were girls, and some of his friends hit on Brianna, and they just all did stupid things. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wasn't being ignored. In fact, I'd have probably been happier had I been ignored... I was getting hit on by drunk guys, and that's not exactly a cool thing to me.

I don't know how much alcohol Bri had drank... more than I could have tolerated, that's for sure. We'd been at Mark's place for about two hours and about 3/4 of the Southern Comfort was gone, half a bottle of Bacardi, half a bottle of vodka, and a 24 pack of beer. I knew for a fact that Brianna had drank all of the Bacardi, seeing as she hugged onto it and snapped at anyone who tried to get it, then started in a fit of giggles, commanding them to drink either vodka or beer instead.

"Bri, slow down," I ordered in a motherly tone.

She stared at me blankly then got set off in a fit of giggles. "Wha.. yew saya?" she giggled.

"I said to slow down on the alcohol... you're going to be sick."

"Me no sick!" she said, then seeing that she'd left the Bacardi unmonitored on the table she decided to try and walk again. She had been sitting Indian-Style on the floor and somehow managed to roll over on her tummy, but she couldn't push herself up. Instead of asking for help, she whined for a minute, then got set off in giggles again, then remembered what she was after and tried to push herself up again. "RYAN!!" she yelped, seeing the first person and shouting his name.

"What?" he said, blinking a little and turning around to find where the piercing scream had come from.

"Hep?" she asked, holding a hand out, still on her tummy.

He smiled and somehow managed to lift her up. He held onto her for a moment, but once he let go, she collapsed to the ground. I rushed over to her.

"BRI! ARE YOU OKAY!" It was my turn to scream.

"Yesss, silly," she said, giggling and trying to touch my nose but hitting my shoulder instead.

I sighed and tried to help her back up. "You need to get to sleep, kiddo."

"Nahhhhh," she said, though she couldn't really fight. We got halfway to the stairs and she said, "I hafta peeeee!" More like yelped it, really.

I covered my ears and said, "Okay okay, I'll take you to the bathroom."

I led her back away from the stairs and towards the bathroom. I was going to help her out and stuff, but she shooed me away, giggling like a maniac. One of the guys came over and gave me a massage while I was waiting for her to get out of the bathroom. He told me to loosen up and stop freaking out, that everything was fine and maybe I should have a drink. The massage was so good that I actually considered it for a minute, until I heard a loud noise sounding exactly like someone falling to the floor. It took a minute to register where the noise was coming from then I realized that it came from the bathroom.

I ran to the bathroom frantically. "Bri!! Bri!!" I shouted, pounding on the door. "Are you okay?" When she didn't answer, I pounded harder. "BRIANNA! Open the door!" But she still didn't answer.

I held back tears. "Mark, do you have a key to the bathroom?"

He looked up and shook his head, mouth dropped. Some help he was.

Finally, I decided to use my tae kwon do skills (which I don't have) and I kicked the door as hard as I could until it opened. There was Bri, spread out on the floor, mouth hanging open, pants barely at her waste.

"Oh my God," I murmured to myself, looking around. "Bri!" I shouted, moving towards her and rolling her over on her back. "Bri! Can you hear me?" I'd taken CPR so I knew kind of what to do, but I wasn't about to actually try CPR on her...

She didn't answer. I put my head to her chest to see if her heart was beating and surely it was. I looked out of the door and nobody was near. I had to get her to the hospital.

I tugged her pants all the way up and buttoned them (as you've probably guessed, we changed out of our homecoming dresses ages ago), then I put my hands under her upper-arms and dragged her out of the bathroom.

Eric looked at me. "What ya doin'?" he asked.

"Playing hide-n-seek! What the fuck does it look like I'm doing!" I snapped.

He blinked.

"Hey, she doesn't look so well," Mark's older brother said.

"You're quick," I insulted, but then realized that I didn't have a car, so I'd have to take her to the hospital myself, and I'd have to find someone drunk enough or willing enough to let me use their car. I took a deep breath in. "Eric, I need your car," I said.

"Shit," Eric said, turning away and trudging up the stairs.

I looked at the remaining guys in the room until finally, Mark's older brother spoke. "Fine, you can use mine, but if you hurt it, you're buying me another one."

I nodded.

He tossed me the keys then helped me drag Brianna to the car. Or really, he carried her and I just led them to the car. "Do you need me to go with you?" he asked.

It'd be nice... I thought. "No, we'll be fine," I said.

He didn't buy it, though, and jumped in the backseat of the car. "Your brother will probably beat me up for this shit," he said, leaning his head back. "I know I'd beat up any fucker who got my little sister's best friend drunk."

I just drove, trying not to concentrate on what he was saying, but morely the road. True, it was late at night and mostly deserted, but the last thing I needed was a cop pulling me over without a license and busting my best friend for illegal consumption of alcohol and Mark's brother for contributing to a minor.

I pulled in at the emergency door entrance. "Stay here," I ordered to Mark's older brother. "I'll be right back."

I ran inside the emergency room almost in tears. By this time I didn't know if Bri was dead or what, and morely, I had no idea what was wrong with her. And then just thinking that she could be dead, well, that made the tears come.

"What is it, honey?" one of the ladies said.

"I-it's my friend... she's in the car... she passed out!" I blubbered.

I didn't know if the reason they rushed to the car was because it could be something serious or because I was close to hysteria.

Then they asked tons of questions... our names, addresses and phone numbers, what we were doing, what she had drank, how long she'd been out, what exactly happened... stuff like that. I was so scared I could barely speak, so Mark's older brother did some of the answering for me, or at least he answered everything he could. She said that she had already called Brianna's guardian and asked if I'd like her to call mine, and I just cried harder, knowing that Ashton would be so mad at me, for whatever reason, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just knew he'd be mad at me! Mark's brother rubbed my back a little and told me it was going to be okay, and that's when I nodded and told her that yes, I did want her to call Ashton. He was my older brother and one of Bri's good friends, he deserved to know what was happening.

They didn't tell me anything until Terrence and Ashton got there. I mean, the most they said was, "have a seat in the waiting room... I'm sure she'll be fine." And when I saw those two guys walk through the door, I was set off again thinking that for some reason because they came, maybe it was more serious than I thought and maybe she was going to die... or maybe she was dead already. And I cried harder and harder until my head throbbed and my nose was stuffy and my throat was sore. Ashton scooped me in his arms trying to calm me, rubbing my back, stroking my hair, talking to me calmly telling me it was okay. I couldn't help but think that it wasn't, though. And Terrence held my hand. I felt just like a seven year old. But I guess that isn't always such a bad thing.

Eventually I calmed down. I don't know what calmed me down... not the nurses or anything, that's for sure. I guess it was a combination of having three older brothers with me, even if only one of them was mine. It something about big brothers that's just comforting. And after a while, I just rested my head weakly on Ashton's shoulder and sniffled, silently praying that Bri would be okay.

After waiting for what seemed like hours, a man in a white coat came in, a look of total seriousness on his face. Terrence stood up and they introduced themselves to each other and then the man looked at me and said, "What you did tonight saved your friend's life." And that's when I smiled because she was okay. All that time I'd been expecting that man to walk out like they do in movies and tell me that she'd died of some incurable disease and she wasn't coming back, but he didn't. He just said that I saved Bri. And that was enough to get me ecstatic again, but I kept my mouth shut because the doc was talking to Terrence. I wasn't exactly sure what he said, but Ashton had told me after the doc left that it was alcohol poisoning and they had to pump her stomach and she'd be feeling weak for a little while, but would be fine. Then the doc said that Terrence could see her, but for the night she needed some rest and we should come back tomorrow.

As Ashton drove me home, silence filled the car. I was hoping that Mark's older brother would be okay to drive home, but it'd been a few hours since he'd drank anything, and he really wasn't that drunk to begin with, so I was sure he'd be okay. I'm sure Ashton was worried about Bri, simply because she was my best friend and always something more to him than just one of my friends. Had it been anybody else he probably would have only come up there for me, but with Bri, he was there to make sure she was all right, too. And then I began worrying about Terrence... because Bri was all he had left and he might have a heart attack from worrying so much. And then my head began to hurt and I leaned against the cool car window and closed my eyes, not wanting to think about the evening anymore. I didn't even have my homecoming dress or any of my stuff with me, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep.


{Bri's story, again}

When I woke up, I had one of those feelings as if wondering where the hell I was... because honestly, I had no idea what had happened. In fact, the most I remembered was keeping the Bacardi rum to myself and giggling over stupid stuff. So when I woke up in a room that was plastered in white with my older brother standing at my side, I began to worry. I tried to stretch out a little, but it hurt to move. My head was throbbing and my stomach felt like someone had punched it millions of times. I began to speak, but my throat hurt, too. What had happened!

So I groaned, catching Terrence's attention, who had nearly fallen asleep next to me. "Bri!" he nearly yelped, and that was a side of Terrence many people never saw. He worried so much about me that he could actually manage to do a girly yelp!

"Hey," I whispered.

"How ya feelin', kiddo? You scared the hell out of us last night."

"What happened?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"You had a little too much to drink... well, a lot too much to drink. Never do that again... please." He was practically pleading... I hadn't even realized I drank that much. "Ana brought you up here late last night because you passed out and she was terrified. Had she not, you might not have made it through the night."

I digested that statement and the feeling in my stomach wasn't as it had been, but now it was filled with guilt. I would have started crying, but I felt so dizzy and weak, I just nodded slightly and groaned, going back to sleep.

When I woke again it was late afternoon and Ana was in there. I felt a little better and managed to sit up a little.

"HEY!" Ana said, tackling me in a hug. "You've been sleeping all day! Geeze, I thought you'd never wake up."

I nodded.

She sat back down. "How ya feeling?"

"I'm okay." My throat wasn't as sore anymore and my stomach was tied into knots and my head felt better.

She nodded, turning away.

"Where's Terrence and Ashton?"

"They went downstairs to get a bite to eat. Terrence has been up here forever... he hasn't eaten anything, hasn't even moved. Ashton had to pry him away."

"He's really worried?" I asked, feeling more and more guilty by the minute.

"Yeah. Said you woke up this morning and seemed kind of... weird... but I told him it was nothing unusual," she added, smiling slightly.

I grinned as well. "When can I go home?"

"Whenever you get your lazy ass up!"

I smiled again, but then put on a serious look. "What happened, Ana... I mean, I know what Terrence said, but, well... you were with me the whole time.. I didn't... do anything stupid... did I?"

"Aside from drinking enough to almost kill you?" she teased. "Nah, nothing you'd regret I'd say. Just crawled around and acted like an idiot, but you know, that's normal for you."

I was glad she was joking a little because it made my stomach feel not so uneasy. "So... what happened?"

"I was trying to get you up to the bed so you could sleep, because you were really drunk... and you said you had to go to the bathroom, so I took you in there, and next thing I know, you were passed out on the floor and I had to find someone's car to take... so Mark's older brother let me drive you to the ER, and then they called Terrence and Ashton and pumped your stomach."

I nodded. "I don't remember anything," I admitted.

"At least you're okay, and that's all that matters."

We sat there and watched tv for a little while, until Terrence and Ashton came up. The room suddenly got loud, seeing as they were two moronic guys who took every chance they get to tease me about how I slept with my mouth hanging open and snored so loud you'd think it was a train coming. I just grinned and shook my head at them, trying not to feel so bad about what happened. You can't even begin to imagine how hard it was not to feel guilty.

The doctor finally came in and talked to me for a little, telling me all this stuff that I didn't quite comprehend but it wasn't really that important, or so Terrence said, and then he sent me on my way, telling me to take it easy for a little while and then lectured me about drinking responsibly. I assured him that I wouldn't drink ever again. I didn't want to put myself or anyone else through what had happened. The guilty feeling still stayed with me, though. It just wouldn't go away.

As the doctor had ordered, I took it easy for a couple of days, even got to miss school. I ate tons of saltine crackers and chicken noodle soup. I felt like it was the middle of January when it really wasn't even close. But I still had that guilty feeling.

"Ana... I hate feeling this way," I told her. "Everyone's looking at me differently it seems."

"It's only cause you're not feeling well. They're just taking care of you."

I sighed, fiddling with something on the night stand as I talked to her on the phone, she sneaking the cellphone in the bathroom to have a chat with me. "I know, but it's almost like... I know I deserve to be punished, but I worried everyone so much they're scared to punish me. Does that make sense?"

Ana knew me well... we'd had a conversation similar to this previously. She giggled. "No, Bri, it doesn't. You don't deserve to be punished, you've been punished enough..."

I shook my head. "For some reason I don't feel like it.." I said, intending to go on further before I heard the loud roar of a teacher in the bathroom.

"Uh, I gotta go," Ana said quickly and then hung up. I sighed, hanging the phone up and plopping myself back down on the my bed, wondering what to do.


{Ana, Again}

"Anastasia! You know it's against school rules to have a cell phone at school, much less be talking on it, much less be talking on it in the bathroom during the middle of class!"

I stuffed the phone in my pocket. "Sorry, ma'am," I murmured. "My friend is very sick and I was calling to make sure she didn't need anything." It was mostly true.

"Well, we have phones in the office for that. And I'm sure Brianna is fine, if she needs anything her brother will cater to it, okay?"

I think my teachers knew me too well. I nodded, figuring the best way out of this would be to not use a smart mouth. I knew this teacher well enough to know she was strict, and the more rational I was, the more rational she would be. Or at least that's what I thought.

"Hand it here, Anastasia," she ordered.

"B-but... Mrs..."

"I'm not playing games, Ana. Hand me the phone and you can pick it up this afternoon in my room after I have a talk with Ashton."

"A talk with Ashton? Is that really necessary, ma'am?"

"Yes, Anastasia, it is." She held out her hand for the phone.

I groaned and placed it in her hand, regretting that I hadn't gone in the stalls to talk on the phone.

"To class," she demanded, pointing towards the doorway.

I grabbed the plastic hallpass that I had sat on the top of the paper towel dispenser and ambled away back towards my class.

I spent the entire day worrying about the fact that my science teacher, Mrs. Hull, was going to be calling Ashton. Ashton hated being bothered with stuff concerning me... like me getting into food fights or having a cell phone at school. Stupid stuff I knew I wasn't supposed to do, but did it anyway. I was only a little worried... maybe Ashton could see my side of this situation and I'd get out of a sore backside. Yeah, right... fat chance.

Thus, I spent the whole day fidgeting nervously in my seat. I was very jumpy, everyone noticed it. During soccer practice, my mind was elsewhere and I accidentally passed the ball to the wrong team member.

"Ana, what's up with you today?" Shellie asked.

I bit my lower lip. For some reason Shellie seemed like a spiffy enough person to tell the truth to. "I'm in for it when I get home," I told her.

She patted me on the back. "I'm sorry, Ana... maybe it won't be so bad?"

Her words of encouragement didn't help much, though. The anticipation still filled my body.

After practice we headed for the showers and I got all clean then skipped towards Mrs. Hull's room. The last period of the day was her study hall class and I had a little time left before the bell rang, so I wanted to meet her quickly and get out of there.

No such luck. The classroom door was locked. Busy seniors scribbled down their homework, while others passed notes to one another. Not one student dared to speak. That's how strict this teacher was.

I had been standing there nearly five minutes when I felt a large hand on my shoulder that caused me to jump. "Holysh--" I began then turned around to see it was Ashton towering over me and stopped myself. "Heya, Ashton.." I said, trying to put on my most innocent smile.

He rolled his eyes, apparently in a good mood. "Ana, Ana... what am I going to do with you," he said, ruffling my hair.

"Love me and give me a hug?" I answered.

He tackled me in a hug, squeezing the mess out of me. "Oh, Ana... you're still in trouble.."

That lowered my hopes. Even if he was in a good mood, I was still in trouble. Great.

The bell finally rang and the seniors practically ran out of Mrs. Hull's room. Some people greeted me, other's said hello to Ashton, but for the most part they just ran out. Most of the seniors that Ashton and I were friends with played two sports, so they wouldn't have been in study hall.

"Hello, nice to see you both," Mrs. Hull said, shaking Ashton's hand. She reached in the pocket of her dress and handed Ashton my cell phone, then locked the classroom door behind her. "I don't want to see the cell phone again, Anastasia," she told me. "If I do, you will not see it again for the rest of the year, understood?"

Had Ashton not been there, I'd have popped off a smartass comment. But I resisted. "Yes, ma'am." I was trying my hardest to not get spanked.

Ashton led me to his car without speaking. He wasn't ignoring me out of anger, I don't think. He just didn't want to talk. And I was fine with that, I'd rather not talk then have him yelling at me.

We hadn't been in the car longer than a few seconds when we noticed the phone vibrating in Ashton's hands. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the caller ID.

"Who is it?" I asked, but he answered.

"Heya, BriBri!" he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Hey, that's what Ana has on her phone!" I knew she was bitching about him calling her that. "Blah blah blah, yeah, here, talk to Ana. You big grump."

He threw the phone at me and started the car. "Hey, Bri," I said, glaring at my brother.

"Ana... would I be stupid to ask for a spanking?"

That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Uh, Bri... are you sure you want one?"

"I can't handle this stupid guilty feeling I keep getting. I need something and I don't know what. I need Terrence and Ashton to stop wanting to punish me but being scared to."

"Ashton?" I asked, not fully understanding and getting a weird look from my brother who was wondering why the hell I was talking about him.

"Yes," she stated, then began crying.

"Hey, Bri... babe... calm down!" I said, noticing that she was close to hysteria.

"I can't," she murmured.

"Sure ya can... just breathe..." when I could tell she was breathing, I decided it was time to talk again. "Look, I'm in trouble, or I'd come over. Talk to Terrence about it, okay? Tell him why you're upset. I'm sure he'll understand."

Her voice quivered, but I knew she was nodding. "Okay, Ana," she whispered. "Thanks."

Ashton said nothing when I hung up the phone, just held out his hand. "What?" I asked.

"The phone is mine, Ana... it's mine for the next couple of weeks."

"Heyyy, I need this phone!"

"Not exactly," he said.

"Aww, come on Ash... please don't take my phone. Bri needed someone to talk to earlier, that's why I called."

"I'm sure it wasn't a life or death situation."

"And what if it was?"

"She could have called me.. I was home, she knows how screwed up my Monday schedules are."

"What if it was a girl problem, huh? What if she thought she was pregnant?"

"It could have waited until after school," he said, winking at me. "Phone, Ana."

I sighed and handed it to him. My phone was like a security belt! How could I go without it!

"You're not even supposed to have it at school," he said.

"I know, it was dumb, I won't do it again."

"I know you won't... I'm going to make sure of that. You'll know that if you do, you'll get your phone taken away and a spanking."

"A spanking!" I gasped. "Come on, Ash... it wasn't that big of a deal!" I pleaded.

"Big enough for your teacher to call me, big enough to get a spanking."

"Well what if she was calling to tell you something good I'd done?"

"Then I guess you're out of luck," he teased. "Seriously, though. You know there's rules against having the phone at school, so you're getting a spanking. End of story, okay? When we get home, do your homework, we'll have dinner, and then you're getting it."

I whined and looked out the window. Seems like I spent all of my time getting spanked nowadays... and Bri, too. I was surprised that Ashton hadn't said anything to me about hanging out with the "wrong crowd" after what had happened at homecoming. But I guess he was like Terrence, just too worried to think about punishment. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though. And to think... Bri wanted the punishment. Yikes!

{Back to Bri's Perspective (is this getting annoying?)}

I hung up the phone from talking with Ana and snuggled with my teddy, staring blankly at the tv as I waited for Terrence to get home. Ana was right -- I had to talk to him. Just like I'd had to talk with him about my grades... just like I had to talk with him about everything. It was because he was my brother and he loved me and I loved him and we cared about each other and we really were all we had left, so you know, it was a given that we'd talk to each other. Of course, it's not like I could actually keep anything from him. Like I've said plenty of times before, he has brother's intuition.

He finally came home about the time I anticipated him. He knew something was wrong. If you saw your seventeen year old sister sitting on the couch cuddled up with a teddy, you'd probably think something was wrong, too -- brother's intuition or not.

"Hey, Bri. How ya feeling?" he asked, shutting the door behind him, throwing his jacket on the chair and plopping down next to me.

"Crappy," I admitted, looking at him with a puppy face.

He gave me a questioning look. "What's up?"

"I feel terrible about homecoming, about what I did, about worrying you guys... and..." I bit my lip trying to think of the least blunt way to put this. It wasn't working. "Terrence... the thing is... I deserve a spanking." There, I said it... clear as daylight.

He blinked, apparently not expecting that to be the problem. "You deserve a spanking?" he said, still giving me a weird look.

I hadn't been expecting that look. "... yes," I finally answered, after a long pause.

"Why do you say that?"

Becoming frustrated, I tried to think of an answer. "Because I got completely shit-faced and made an idiot out of myself and scared you and Ashton and Ana half to death and it's just not right for me to get away with it."

He nodded. "Don't you think the way you feel now is some form of punishment?"

"Yeah... but... I don't feel like I've been forgiven."

"Oh, Bri... you've been forgiven... we've just been really worried about you and want to make sure you're okay."

"But I don't feel forgiven," I answered.

He put his arm around me and let me lie my head on his chest. "Baby, there's going to be times in life that you're going to do something wrong and feel bad and not be spanked for it... what are you going to do then?"

"Come to you and ask you," I said in a whiney voice, knowing that it was an unrealistic answer.

He chuckled slightly. "And I'd do it for you, Bri. I'll do anything for you... you know that, right?"

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears.

He hugged onto me tightly. "Are you sure you want to be spanked, though?"

I nodded again.

Terrence understood... like always. He let go of me and gently led me over his lap. I could tell that this hadn't been his plans for the evening. Who actually plans to spank their younger sister because she asked for it... I mean, literally asked for it!

I found myself face down on the couch, over Terrence's lap... a position I found myself in more often than I liked. I took a deep breath in as he steadied me and tugged my pj pants down. Second thoughts? Yes, of course!

"Brianna, you worried me to death the other night. You know that you're too young to drink, and I don't care if it was your senior homecoming or not, that doesn't justify what you did by any means."

"I know," I said. "And I won't do it again, I promise." That was a genuine promise if I've ever heard one.

He slapped my backside and it was a love tap if I've ever felt one. But in my condition, it didn't matter. I'd already begun crying. It didn't take too many love taps before I was kicking and crying like a baby. I knew my bottom wasn't much darker than a bright pink, but I hurt so badly on the inside, it didn't matter much. I felt like I spent an eternity over his lap, having my bottom beaten to no extent, when in reality, I probably spent no longer than a minute or two over it and it was nothing even remotely close to what I'd gotten on previous occasions. Anastasia was right -- the real punishment was already done. I'd spent a night in the hospital, worried the three most important people in my life to death, and had to deal with the guilt. That was my real punishment.. this was just the physical aspect that I felt like I needed. I don't know why I felt like I needed it so much.

He finished up and let me lie there and bawl like a baby for a few minutes before scooping me in his arms and holding me there, rocking me back and forth. "Shhh, Brianna baby. You're okay... we're okay now. You're forgiven and I love you so much. Please don't worry me like that again."

"I w-won't," I promised, hiccupping and snuggling close to him. While my bottom was throbbing and I felt like a two year old, there was still something there... something I needed. And the guilt was gone. I didn't regret my decision at all. Not even close.


{Are you ready to find out about Ana's punishment??}

How evil of Ashton to prolong my punishment until after dinner! Can you even begin to imagine how embarrassing that is, sitting around all day, knowing that you're going to get it. Plus, that demand to stay in my school uniform since I got in trouble at school. Geeze, I couldn't even change into my pjs!

So that's how I spent my day after I got home, with this stupid punishment looming over me. And I didn't even have my cellphone to call any of my friends! In fact, everytime it rang, Ashton made sure that he was somewhere near me and he'd always answer it, letting all of my friends know that I wouldn't have my cell phone for a couple of weeks and I'd call them as soon as I could. Ugh, what nerve! Well, I have to admit, I'm glad he was at least in good spirits about it. Things could have gone over a lot worse.

After finishing my homework, I was allowed to play the Sims on my computer for about thirty minutes before dinner was ready. Yes, I know it sounds like I'm nine again. Leave me alone.

"Hey, Ana! Dinner's ready!" Ashton called about six. It's about time. Geeze. I'd been fidgeting nervously the entire day, still in my plaid skirt and white button-up shirt.. So not only was he treating me like a nine year old, I looked like one, too... I'm sure there was a point to this.

Dinner was very uneventful. We, um, ate... and talked about different stuff, like school. How's it going, did you finish your homework, made any plans for college yet, any cool soccer trips this year? By listening to us, you would have never known that a spanking was impending. I was desperately wishing that it wasn't.

I ate as slowly as possible, but Ashton has always been a quick eater, and when he finished, he was ready to get it over with. "Hurry up, Ana. I'm not going to wait on you all night," he said, gathering the dishes and beginning to wash a few of them.

I poked out my bottom lip and ate a little more of my food, finally deciding to stop delaying and get this over with. I wondered how Bri was doing right about then. "So how about I call Bri?" I decided.

"Right after your spanking," Ashton said, completely avoiding the fact that I was trying to change the subject. That stuff never works with him. I don't know why I even try anymore.

He sat down on one of the chairs in the dining room then motioned for me to come over towards him. I gulped. "Ashton, really," I insisted. "You took my phone away, isn't that enough?"

"We've already been through this, Anastasia -- if someone from school calls me, you're getting a spanking. I'm not going to let this slide this year... you and Bri are going to both stop getting in trouble at school, got it?"

I pouted.

"I thought we'd covered that after the incident with the food fight."

The thought of that made me shudder. That was one incident that I never wanted to bring up again. The sight of my bum was not pretty after that evening. I did bring that upon myself, though...

"I know, I know.." I began. "But Bri really needed a friend."

"Ana, you're stalling, and I'm in a fairly good mood and the more you stall, the more impatient I get and the grumpier I get and you really don't want me to be grumpy during your spanking..."

I sighed and took a step towards him. He grabbed my left arm and pulled me over his lap then prompty lifted my skirt. I wanted to beg, but like Ash had already said, he was in a decent mood, and I didn't need to ruin that. Perhaps I wouldn't get it as bad if I just complied. If only I listened to my own philosophy every once in a while!!

I felt my panties being tugged down as I placed my hands on the floor and stared at the legs of the chair. How come I couldn't just stay out of trouble at school? Things would be so much easier if that were the case!

"If you'd just stay out of trouble at school, things would be so much easier on you," Ashton said, as if he were reading my thoughts. Hmm, that's kinda creepy.

"I know," I answered, then felt the first smack which caught me by surprise and made me yelp. Believe me, I've had much worse, but it still hurt! He then delievered the next flurry of smacks, all of which caught me by surprise because I wasn't exactly expecting them to be that hard. "Ow! Ash... ouch! That -- ah! Hurts!"

"Good. See what happens when you disobey rules?" he asked, still delivering them to me.

Oh yeah, I got it! "Yesss," I answered, squirming slightly.

He slapped my sitspots for a while and then added swats to my thighs. "No cell phones at school, Anastasia. And no more bad notes about you, okay?"

"Okay," I answered, squirming and near tears.

He stopped spanking and stood me up, allowing me decency by tugging my panties back up. He took my chin in his hands. "Seriously, Ana.. You're not a bad kid, not even close to being bad. Having a cell phone at school isn't a big deal, at least to me. I've had my share of illegal things at school.." I wanted him to elaborate, but now wasn't the time. "We all have. That's why I went easy on you. But I better not get a call from your school the rest of the year, understand?"

I nodded.

"Good," he said, letting go of my chin. "Now go have a shower and we'll watch CSI."

I smiled. That show is the greatest!

I didn't make it all the way to the shower, though, before the doorbell rang. There were only two people who would come over without previous notice, unless they tried to call my cell and couldn't get through -- and even then, there weren't many people who would just randomly come over.

Ashton and I both stared at the door. The sun was nearly set so we couldn't see much of a shadow from behind the blinds, but I think we knew who it was before he called out, "who is it?"

"It's me, Bri," the voice said. We both looked at each other and I flattened my skirt to make sure that she wouldn't be able to see my reddened thighs. Ash walked to the door and answered it.

"Hey, Bri... wasn't expecting you..." He said, seeing her tiny frame standing there.

She nodded. "Terrence dropped me off because I wanted to talk to you guys."

Hmm, maybe she could watch CSI with us? Pleaseee let that be why she's here!

We both knew that wasn't why she was here. "Sure, come in," Ash said, moving out of the way and letting her come inside.

I smiled and tackled my best friend in a hug. I could tell she had been crying. Ash sat on the couch. "Heya, Bri! How are you??"

"Better," she answered, smiling. "But there was something else I wanted to get taken care of." Then I remembered our previous conversation. Oh no... she wanted Ashton to spank her, too!

She looked at my older brother. "Ash, I know what I did the other night was irresponsible, and Ana's like a little sister to me, I should have left and done the right thing... and I didn't.."

Wait a minute... Ashton still hadn't really bugged me about what I did that night and I wasn't itching to hear about it now. Why did Bri have to be such a good girl sometimes!

"And, well... I feel terrible for worrying you guys like I did... and, uhm, I talked to Terrence about it... and decided it'd be fair if you spanked me, too.. and Ana watched... since what I did affected both of you."

Eck! I knew she was going to ask Ashton! But I didn't know she was going to make me watch. "Wait, Bri.." I began, stepping in. "What does me watching have to do with it?"

She looked at me, about to answer when Ashton interrupted, "Brianna, you're a really good friend of mine," he said. "More than a friend... more like a sister." Go Ashton! Tell her she's fine and that we're going to watch CSI like a family would! Please don't spank her and make me watch! "And you worried me to death the other night.. I guess I can spank you if you really want it, but wouldn't you rather me spank Ana for letting you drink that much??"

"HEY! Wait! That's not fair!" I said, pouting, though I knew he was just teasing.

He smiled and so did Bri. "No," she said, "I think you should spank me for being dumb enough to drink that much, and make Ana watch since she watched me drink."

"Wait, wait... this still isn't fair... I didn't have much control over it."

"I know, Ana... you didn't... but I worried you, and I mean, I guess, you could punish me, too... but wouldn't it be just as embarrassing for me if you watched your brother spank me?"

I nodded -- I definitely didn't want to partake in spanking my best friend! She was older than me and that would just be weird.

We looked at Ashton for his approval. "Okay, here's the deal," he began, pointing to the couch on the opposite end of the living room for me to sit and motioning for Bri to come towards me. "Bri did have a point, Ana. If she's doing something you know is wrong, even if you can't stop her, you could call Terrence or me. You both knew that going to the party was wrong... and it was something that neither of us would want you to do. And the reason that neither of you have been punished is because Terrence and I both felt it was enough of a scare when Bri got sick. We figured that was enough to dissuade you from wanting to do anything like that again."

We both nodded at that statement.

"But, Bri, if you still feel like you should be punished, I'll do that -- and Ana will watch to add punishment on both ends. Ana, this is what happens when you aren't responsible with your friends, and Bri, this is what happens when you aren't responsible at all."

I gulped, taking a seat on the couch. Gah, what happened to CSI???

Ashton pulled my best friend towards him and then over his lap. He ignored the fact that she was still wearing pants. That's probably a good thing -- I didn't want to see her get spanked on the bare. That's so embarrassing... I would have turned nineteen different shades of red.

She was wearing windpants, though, and I guess I didn't realize they were easy to pull down... because the second she got across his lap, they came down and those nineteen different shade of red I was telling you about -- well, my face turned them. There she was, my best friend, over my brother's lap, bottom exposed, a bright pink hue from her previous spanking I assumed. OMG I thought I was going to die.

There were no protests, though. I think all three of us were too nervous to say anything. I watched as intently as an onlooker of a bad car accident -- you know, those people who feel bad for staring but are too curious to actually look away? He lifted his hand high in the air and slapped it down on her bum causing me to jump nearly three feet in the air. This wasn't good for my nerves. It just got worse as the spanking carried on. It was basically the same thing that had just happened to me, like I was watching it in third person -- I guess it kind of was. He spanked her cheeks until they were pinkish-red, and then spanked her sitspots and thighs. She took it a lot better than I, though, not struggling, just crying silently into the couch cushion. I bit my lower lip, shifting in my seat until he finally stopped and cuddled her closely.

They sat like that for minutes, just cuddling. I was kind of jealous because he didn't cuddle me like that! but it didn't last long because Bri honestly needed it more than I did. She'd been through so much more than I had. I felt so bad for her that I started crying and next thing I knew, I was over there with them and we were just all cuddling with each other. Needless to say, we stayed like that until CSI came on and I demanded that we watch it as a family, since we were a family. Bri called Terrence to let him know that she was okay and then I pestered them to let her stay the night until everyone agreed. Yay! So we watched CSI until Terrence came over to bring Bri some clothes, and then we still watched it and he got engulfed in it and we really did watch it as a family... like we were all brothers and sisters. It was great.

Story: Spiffy Big Brother

Part of the Ashton/Ana series.  Ana has totally fallen for this hott older guy named Matt.  She invites him over when she's home alone, and things start getting playfully hot and heavy in the shower.  Until Ashton comes home.

Spiffy Big Brother
by Breanna Carter

School was finally over and Bri and I were both totally glad about that. In fact, we somehow managed to talk Terrence and Ashton into letting us stay out fairly late sometimes. We often went to concerts, like Bri had done the summer before, and I even met her friend, Stephanie. But Stephanie wasn’t the person that was really cool to meet... that was Matt. Ugh, geeze, talk about drooling! That’s all I did when I saw him! He was a 19 year-old college student and was TOTALLY sexy. Every time I saw him, I got all giddy and turned into a girly girl. Oh well. That’s just me, I guess.

Anyway, it all happened one night when we were at this concert and Brianna met this guy named Zach. He was really cute, tall, blonde hair, brown eyes, just graduated from high school. And he was with his friend. Well, Zach and Bri hit it off so well that Bri introduced me to his friend. And that’s how I met Matt.

The thing is, Ashton’s super over-protective about me. He freaks out when I even talk to a guy, much less kiss him... and believe me, Matt and I were doing just a little more than kissing. I knew I could never introduce Matt and Ashton, especially since Matt was older than my brother! That would be murder!

One day, after an extremely long concert, Matt came over to my house while Ashton was away. Do you honestly think I’d let him come over while Ashton was home? Of course not. We were just talking, making out, groping each other... I felt all gross, though, and he wanted to go farther than I wanted.

“Uhmmm,” I said. “I need to take a shower...” I wasn’t really thinking about what I was saying.

He perked up. “A shower?” He licked his lips. “Can I join?”

I giggled. “Sorry, Matt...”

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t wanna have sex... I just wanna help you wash off.”

I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen anything like that before. It was very tempting, though. But I had to decline. “Sorry,” I said, smiling and touching his lips with my fingers so he wouldn’t speak. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning.”

He couldn’t help but grin at that comment. And with that, I stuck my tongue out at him and ran to the bathroom with him chasing after me.

About halfway through my shower, though, there was a knock at the door. “Ana, I’m bored,” he whined. I rolled my eyes. What a lame pick up line.

“I’m sorry.”

I heard him lean against the door. “Do you sing in the shower?”

I giggled. “No.”

“Come on, let me in, please? I’ll wash your hair for you?”

I know this sounds really lame, but it was so adorable, I couldn’t resist.

When I didn’t answer, though, because I felt uncomfortable about being in the shower with a guy although it was tempting, as I’ve said, Matt spoke. “Hey, I’ll even keep my clothes on... just for you. Just to prove that I don’t want anything more than to be with you.”

I smiled. “Okay,” I shrieked and unlocked the door, hiding myself behind the shower curtain.

He flipped the hair out of his eyes and took his shoes and socks off then kissed me violently. I wasn’t expecting that. I nearly slipped and fell down! He hopped in with me and fondled me, and no, I won’t give you any descriptions.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told me, running his fingers down my cheek.

He made me feel so good about myself... I couldn’t help it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his wet jeans, then tried to tug them down to the ground, but we both ended up in a fit of giggles, simply because it was hilarious. I finally got them down and he tried to step out of them, then slipped and landed on his ass, and I fell down right on top of him because he had been holding onto me. We were laughing hysterically when I heard the knock on the door.

“ANA! Whose car is that outside?”

It took me a minute before I finally realized that it was Ashton. He was home! I hurriedly covered Matt’s mouth so he wouldn’t speak.

I racked my brain... “Stephanie!” I yelled, hands shaking, knees weak, heart pounding.

“Stephanie?” he asked and I heard something drop. “I’d love to believe you, Anastasia, but I’ve met Stephanie and I doubt she wears a size 11 in men’s shoes... she’s not that big of a girl..”

I gulped. “They’re her brother's.”

There was silence for a moment. I could feel my heart thumping louder and louder. “Anastasia, open the door.”

“I’m washing my hair!”

“Anastasia! Right now!”

“But, Ashton...” I whined.

Next thing I know, the door is swung open and Matt and I jump up just in time for him to pull the shower curtain open and me to shriek and try to cover myself. “What the fuck!?!” he yelled. “What the hell is this?!” Matt was standing there, pants around ankles, private parts hanging out, and there I was, stark naked, trying to hide. Matt tugged his pants up and slipped out of the shower. He must have known what was best for him. In fact, I even considered slipping out of there myself...

In an instant, Matt had his shoes and was running out of the door, and Ashton was coming over to me, pissed beyond belief. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted.

I was immediately pissed off. How dare he! “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?! I bring a guy over here to hang out and you hit the roof?!”

He was shocked. “Excuse me? You call what you were doing ‘hanging out’? And do NOT use that tone with me Young Lady, you’re in enough trouble as it is!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted, and before I could even attempt to get out of the shower, or even turn off the water for that matter, Ashton grabbed my left arm and dragged me out of the shower, I dripping wet, and sat down on the toilet and pulled me over his lap.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

I shrieked and kicked. This hurt like crazy! I never knew how much it’d hurt having him spank me while my bottom was still wet!

“I will not tolerate you speaking to me like that, do you hear me?” he said, spanking me harder and harder each second.

“Ow! Ow! Stop it!”

“I will NOT stop it, Young Lady! You’re going to learn a good lesson this time!” He kept spanking and spanking, and I didn’t even try to keep count because it hurt so badly, but I’d guess he kept it up for a minute or two. He then stood me up. “You will not speak to me in that tone, do you hear me?” he shouted, gripping my arm tightly and shaking me for emphasis.

I nodded.

He stood up and pulled me towards the sink. “And you will not use that type of language.” He turned on the faucet and put the bar of soap under it.

“But you use it,” I whined, seeing already where this was going.

“I’m the adult,” he responded. “And you should respect me. Got it?”

I made a sour face and in response, he shoved the soap in my mouth. I gagged a little at the gross taste, trying to spit it out, but every time I tried, he spanked me as hard as he could, and believe me, that didn’t feel good.

He finally pulled the bar out of my mouth and found a washcloth, got tons of suds on it, then cleaned out my mouth! If you think I was gagging before, I was really gagging now, and I even started crying. Not because he was hurting me, but because I felt like such a little kid and the soap was gross and he was really mad at me.

He took the washcloth out after what seemed like forever and gave me a small glass of water, telling me to rinse. I gargled the water and spit it out, the taste of soap still lingering. He wouldn’t let me wash anymore out, though, because he was already dragging me to my bedroom.

“I’m disappointed in you, Anastasia,” he told me after shutting my door and sitting on the bed.

I was still naked and trying to cover my body but it wasn’t working too well.

He tugged on my arm and pulled me closer to him. “You’re my little sister, and I love you lots, okay? The rule isn’t that boys can’t come over because I don’t trust you... I trust you plenty... or I did. The point is, guys have a tendency to be pushy, I should know. And he could have an STD or get you pregnant or anything... and I don’t want that happening to you, okay? I care too much. Get it?”

I nodded.

“You’re only 16... just turned 16... and that’s too young to have a baby or get some sort of disease, okay? I know it’s hard to resist the temptation, but if something happens to you, it’d kill me. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I wasn’t a good enough brother and I’d blame myself...”

“But you are a good brother,” I assured him, getting teary-eyed.

“Ana, I trusted you to stay home alone without bringing a guy into the house... and you broke that trust. I’m really disappointed in you.” He sighed. “I don’t want you to see him anymore, okay? I mean, I can’t stop you, can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, but I’d rather you not be around him. He’s at least 19 or 20 and that’s illegal and he’s had more experience so he’s more likely to do stuff with you, okay?”

“But, Ashton...”

“Please don’t argue with me right now.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“Before I spank you...” he began, but I cut him off.

“But you already spanked me!” I whined.

He gave me that look. “I spanked you for having an attitude with me and using bad language... not for what you did.”

“Ashton, please... I’m sorry.”

“You had a boy alone in the house, you were in the shower with him, and you lied to me. You think that measly hand-spanking I gave you was enough?”

I sighed. “I guess not,” I muttered.

There was a short silence. “Do you understand why I’m doing this?”

I nodded.

He stood up and did something I totally didn’t expect... he hugged me. “I love ya, kid sis.”

“I love you, too,” I muttered.

He pulled away and I wiped my eyes.

There was an uneasy silence. “I’m going to use my belt,” he concluded.

Surprisingly, I went down without a fight. “Okay.”

He took a deep breath in and unbuckled his belt then slid it through the loops. I watched nervously. He held it in his hands and finally doubled it over. “Lean over the bed,” he ordered.

I nodded and walked towards my bed, shivering with fear. I flopped over, burying my face into the blankets and holding onto them.

I heard the jingling of the belt buckle. I felt the first blow... felt it loud and clear. I yelped like a dog who’d just gotten his tail stepped on and jumped up. Ashton did nothing, just let me regain myself and fall back down.

He pressed his hand down on the small of my back then crashed the second one down. He crashed it down again and again until I felt like I was sitting on a hot stove. I was crying and squealing and begging for him to stop, apologizing with every breath. He finally stopped and I couldn’t move. My thighs were aching fiercely, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. I cried so hard I couldn’t hear anything but myself, not even my thumping heart. When I finally felt okay enough to turn around and hug Ashton, I noticed that he was crying, too. He was trying to hide it by hurriedly wiping the tears away, but I knew my brother too well. I’d seen him cry over a broken heart plenty of times, and seeing him cry because of me just broke my own heart. He looked so pathetic, standing there, staring at the floor, doubled-over belt in his right hand, left hand wiping the tears away. I pushed myself up and slammed into him with a hug.

“I’m sorry, Ashton. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t want to make you cry,” I blubbered, tears steadily streaming down my face.

“It’s not you,” he murmured.

“It is. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

“No, no, kid sis. It’s not that. It’s just that I love you so much... and you’re growing up... and what if I wouldn’t have come home and you’d have gotten pregnant...”

“But you came home, and it’s okay, I promise. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”

He hugged me tightly. “I love you too much,” he muttered.

I smiled. “I love you even more... so I love you way too much.”

I felt him smile.

“I’ll stop hanging out with him... and I’ll be good.”

“I hope so,” he said and kissed my forehead, then wiped my tears away. “You’re a pretty spiffy little sister, ya know that?”

I giggled. “I know. And you’re a spiffy big bro that wants to buy me ice cream.”

“And you’re a spiffy sis that can’t sit down to eat the ice cream,” he chuckled.

Story: Ditching School

Part of the Ashton/Ana series.  As the title suggests, Ana skips school.  As you probably figured out, due to the nature of my stories, she gets caught and spanked.

Ditching School
by Breanna Carter

I sat apprehensively at lunch. All of my friends were surrounding me, talking and giggling about something. The thing is, I had just made plans minutes before to ditch class with them and go somewhere. Normally, I wouldn’t have been apprehensive about it, but Brianna wasn’t going to go. Said something about being caught skipping too many times already, and she didn’t want it to happen again. I had already agreed, though, and if I backed out, well, I just couldn’t back out now. Thus, I sat feeling very apprehensive.

Patrice was talking about how she had a slip from the last time she checked out and she could just change the date on it and make it look like they had a slip from the office. She also said that she could put our names on the slip. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, though. I was just about to count myself out when the bell rang to end lunch. Brianna smiled and threw her plate away in the trashcan. “See ya guys later!” she said, skipping off to class.

I figured I wouldn’t look too suspicious since I was the only sophomore going. Of course, Patrice, Jayna, and Emily probably wouldn’t look too suspicious either, since two were seniors, and the other was a junior. I really didn’t want to look suspicious, though, because if we got caught, I knew that Ashton would roast my bottom like it’d never been roasted before. He had something strong against skipping. I’m sure he actually did it once or twice, and I was pissed to think that he’d be so mad at me when he’d done it, too. But I couldn’t guarantee that he had actually done it.

Anyway, so we were walking unsuspiciously and went out to Patrice’s car, all got inside, and drove off. It was as easy as that. We turned the music up loud and gave each other a high five, while Patrice filled the yellow slip in to make it look like today’s date, December 9th, and like all of our names were on there. After she did that, we set off. She backed out of the parking lot and made her way to the exit, only to find that there was this huge gate there so nobody could skip. Lucky us.

“Relax!” she muttered to me, seeing that I was very uneasy in the back corner of her car. “We have a pass, remember? The security guard will see it, assume that she missed a call, and let us off.”

I nodded, still not relaxing.

We made a loop around the parking lot and came back around to where the school was, passing by the office and the security guard who flagged us down. “Hello, Ms. Russell,” Patrice said, putting on her best smile.

“Hello, ladies. Where are you going?”

“To eat lunch. We have a pass.” She gave the yellow slip to the security guard and gave her enough time to glance at it before saying, “How are you today?”

“I’m doing just fine,” she said, not looking up from the slip. “But, it seems that this slip is an older one, especially since this secretary doesn’t work here anymore. Maybe it’s from February ninth?” She looked up at us. My heart stopped.

“No, ma’am. It’s from today. We just went in there.” I bit my lower lip.

“Well, maybe you girls should park your car and come inside with me, and once we get this cleared up, you can go have your lunch.”

“But Ms. Russell, see, the thing is, we’re meeting my older brother there, and I don’t want to be late in meeting him.”

“Well, I assure you that it’s better for us to clear this up than for you to leave and be written up for skipping. Don’t you think?”

I looked at Jayna who sat next to me, her eyebrows raised, a look of worry on her face.

Patrice looked back. “I guess we’ll just have to be late,” she said. “I’m sure that he won’t mind.”

Ms. Russell smiled. “I’m sure he won’t. Go ahead and park your car, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”

Patrice rolled her window and sighed heavily. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered, turning her car around and going back to the parking place. “This is so messed up. I can’t believe that this pass is no good.”

“When IS the pass from, Patrice?” I asked.

“It’s from February.”

“Good job.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up, okay? It always worked the other times.”

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. This was not good.

The four of us got out of the car after Patrice parked back in her spot. I was glad that Bri hadn’t come because she’d probably get spanked super badly by her older brother, Terrence, especially since she had been caught skipping before. Since I hadn’t, maybe Ashton would go easy on me. Maybe he wouldn’t spank me. Too bad Dad wasn’t in town. He wouldn’t do anything, just fuss at me for a bit and tell me to go to my room. I liked his punishments much better than Ashton’s.

We met up with Ms. Russell and she escorted us into the office and greeted the secretaries, asking if the four of us had checked out. They all looked at us in utter confusion and finally said, “no...”

Ms. Russell gave us a look as if saying that she had won, then took us all to Mrs. Jamison’s office. “Great,” I muttered. “I get to talk to this bitch again.” I really didn’t like Mrs. Jamison at all. She was a short fat lady with glasses that sat on the end of her nose and she always folded her hands and spoke in a voice like her nose was stuffy. Blech, I didn’t like her at all.

Ms. Russell explained the situation to her as if the four of us weren’t standing right there. Mrs. Jamison just nodded and began babbling about how skipping is against the school rules and we were in no way allowed to leave campus without permission from a parent or guardian. I just thought about the Harry Potter books and how there was that Professor Umbridge in the last book and how that’s what Mrs. Jamison reminded me of. Then I realized that everyone was staring at me and Mrs. Jamison had asked a question.

I blinked, then decided not to ask what she had said, but instead answer. “No, ma’am,” I murmured, hoping that was an appropriate answer for her question. You know, like if she asked something like why I did it, it wouldn’t be a good answer. But if the question was if I had anything to say for myself, or if I wanted her to contact my brother, the answer was definitely no. Jayna smirked a bit, 'cause she knew I hadn’t been listening. How could anyone actually listen to that lady??

I sighed and started thinking about how I wished we could have at least gotten off campus so I could have gotten a bite to eat because I was hungry and my stomach was about to growl, when she asked us another question. But this time, I heard the other three say no, so when it was my turn to answer, I smiled slightly, and said in my most southern polite voice, “no, ma’am.” This was too easy.

It was too easy until she said, “have a seat outside and I’m going to call each of your parents and let them know that you’ve been suspended for the day, and you still have five days of afternoon detention.”

I blinked. Sometimes I could kick myself for not listening to her. Geeze, at least if I listened to the lady I’d have known what our punishment was, and I could have pleaded for her to at least not call our parents. But it was too late now, 'cause we were filing out of the room and I was plopping down next to the other three girls.

“Way to go, Ana,” Jayna said.

“Huh?”

“It was so obvious you weren’t listening. How do you do that? Know exactly what answer to say...”

“Oh, uh, I dunno. A lot of practice I guess,” I said, cracking a grin.

“I can’t believe the goddamn pass didn’t work,” Patrice said.

“Well, maybe next time it will,” I said, staring into space.

I felt her glare at me, but I didn’t really care. I wished that I didn’t have an older brother at this time, that I was the oldest and since they couldn’t call my parents, I could just drive myself home. But that wasn’t the case. And I guess I didn’t really wish I didn’t have an older brother, 'cause Ashton really cared about me, but I didn’t want to be in trouble. I hadn’t even wanted to skip.

Ashton was the first to actually come into the office. It sucked because while all the other girls were having their parents, I was stuck with the boy who actually went to school with me and it took him like 5 minutes to come into the office. What was even more embarrassing, Patrice and Emily knew Ashton because they had classes with him and when he walked in, they smiled. Ugh. It was enough to make me sick.

He sat down across from me, thank God for Jayna, because otherwise, he would’ve sat next to me and started bitching about how skipping is bad and all this stuff. Mrs. Jamison opened her door. I swear, she probably has a camera somewhere in the hallway that tells her when someone’s outside her room, because every time I’d been sent to the office, she seemed to automatically know when Ashton was there. She smiled that damn ugly smile and opened her door, mumbling something in her stuffy nosed voice that I didn’t care to listen to.

We got inside her office and she closed the door, and both Ashton and I sat, and she began rambling again, and Ashton kept looking at me, and I just kept my gaze fixed on the screen saver on her computer. It was the kind with the little 3D shapes that keep changing shapes, and it was very intriguing. Finally, Ashton apologized, or something, nudged me, and I apologized and told her that I wouldn’t do it again, and she smiled, shook Ashton’s hand, told him that he’d turned into a very fine young man, he thanked her, put his hand on my back and led me out of the office. I grinned at the three girls who sat watching me then rolled my eyes 'cause they were so annoying. Why did I hang out with annoying people?

When we got outside, Ashton started in on lecturing me and I just stared at the ground, once again not listening. The difference between Mrs. Jamison and Ashton is that Ashton knows when I’m not paying attention because he smacked my bottom and said “Listen to me, dammit!”

I blushed when he spanked me in public like that, but I looked around and thankfully nobody saw.

“Sorry,” I murmured, really trying to actually listen this time.

“You can’t go and skip school like that,” he said, walking a little too quickly for me. He was a tall guy, and had long legs, so he could take large steps, and I was practically running 'cause I was so short. “I can’t believe that you’d let Patrice talk you into it, and lie about it to the security guard.”

“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” I agreed.

“VERY dumb.”

“But come on, Ash, you’ve skipped before.”

He stopped, almost causing me to run into him because I was behind him and when he stopped, I didn’t. “Excuse me?” he said, looking down at me.

“I said, you’ve skipped before.”

“No, Anastasia, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t? You’ve been through 12 and a half years of school and never skipped? I don’t believe it!”

“Well, I don’t care if you believe it or not, because I haven’t. And even if I had, you’re not off the hook, Young Lady.”

I hated it when he called me that. He started walking again.

“I can’t believe that you tried to cut class and then you’re going to act like nothing happened.”

I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.

“I don’t think you realize how serious this is. What if you would have gotten off campus and had a wreck? Or what if you would have gotten somewhere and someone kidnapped you? I’d have no idea where you were, the school wouldn’t know, and you’d be shit out of luck, wouldn’t you?” We finally got to his car and he unlocked my door and opened it for me, still yelling at me. He then opened his door and finished his lecture. “The point is, there’s a rule against skipping for a reason, and it’s to make sure that you don’t get hurt, okay? And skipping is NEVER okay.” He started up his car and drove off.

“I know it’s not okay. And I knew it was a dumb thing to do... I even second-guessed my decision when Bri said she didn’t wanna go 'cause she’d gotten caught doing it before. But when I was about to back out, the bell rang and I didn’t get the chance to do it. I didn’t want them to think I’m a pussy.”

He nodded. “But honestly, Ana, who cares what they think? If Bri can turn down their offer, so can you. I mean, come on, Bri was a drug dealer for Christ’s sake.”

I glared at him. I hated when people only saw Brianna for being a drug dealer or a trouble maker. “So? What’s that got to do with it?”

“It means that Bri’s the type of person who can give into temptation easily. She gave into someone who wanted her to sell drugs. She’s just that type of person. It means that if Bri, who gives into others’ requests, can turn down her friends, so can you.”

I blinked. “I don’t get it. I thought you liked Bri.”

“I DO like Bri. You're missing my point,” he said, biting his lip, probably thinking of an easier way to put it. “Okay, here’s the deal... Brianna’s gotten in trouble before for giving into temptation... like you were tempted to cut school today... she’s given into temptation many times before. I’m saying that if Brianna can turn down their offer, so can you, because you aren’t as likely to give into temptation.”

I nodded. “Okay, but that’s not fair to judge Bri like that.”

“I’m not judging her. She said herself that she was a drug dealer.”

“But how do you know that it was temptation?”

“Because Bri has a good head on her shoulders and wouldn’t just randomly decide to deal drugs, that’s how I know.”

I sighed. “Okay, I catch your drift. I know that I made a mistake by agreeing, and I’m sorry. I’ll do a better job next time.”

“Good. But you’re still in trouble.”

“I am?”

“Yes. I’m sure Bri didn’t learn her lesson from her brother lecturing her about it, and I know you won’t either.”

“But I have, I have!” I begged. “I won’t do it again, Ashton!”

“Anastasia, next time someone asks you to ditch class with them, I’m sure that you won’t remember this talk we had, but I know you’ll remember the trip you’re going to take over my knee.”

My heart stopped again, for the second time that day. “Nooooooo,” I begged, letting tears stream down my face. “Pleaseee Ashton, don’t spank me!”

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “You’re getting spanked.” He opened the door and looked at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my own door, then got out, not wanting to do this at all. Of course, I didn’t have my say in the matter. “I only do it 'cause I love ya, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I nodded. He almost sounded convincing.

We walked inside the house and he led me to the study. I must have missed him picking up a hairbrush on the way. When I saw it, my heart stopped AGAIN and I instantly began pleading.

“PLEASEEEEE don’t use the hairbrush, Ashton... pleaseeeeee!!!”

He sat down on the straight backed chair, ignoring my pleas. “Over my lap, Young Lady,” he ordered.

I stood back and cried like crazy, not wanting to feel the hairbrush raining down on my bottom.

“I’m giving you to the count of three.”

I cried harder.

“One!”

After he said one, I knew he meant business and I edged closer to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap then flipped my skirt up. I began kicking. “I’m sorry!! Please don’t spank me!”

“Stop kicking,” he ordered. “You might want to save all of your energy for crying.”

I stopped kicking and began crying more, especially when I felt him lower my panties to my knees. I felt so uncomfortable, my rear end high in the air, my hands slightly touching the floor... I wished that this would hurry and be over.

He rested his hand on my bottom. “Believe me, Anastasia, if you ever want to skip again, you'll think about this and how much worse it’s going to be if you do it again.”

It felt bad enough this time, probably from being so embarrassed. He lifted his hand and in a second I felt it make contact with my bottom and then he smacked it again and again, hard and fast, concentrating on my entire bottom, including the sit spots. The tears I had cried earlier were nothing to what I was crying after he began spanking. It hurt so badly! And he was just spanking with his hand!

“And SMACK SMACK don’t you ever SMACK SMACK lie to SMACK SMACK the security guard SMACK SMACK again! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!”

“Owwwwwieeeeeessss,” I cried, trying to kick my legs but not being able to. “I’m sorrryyyyy I won’t OW do it OWWW! againnnnn!”

He spanked harder and harder and I was crying like crazy and holding on to the legs of the chair so tightly that my knuckles were white.

He stopped for a minute and I was thankful that it was over. I actually made the mistake of trying to get up, but he pushed me back down. “I’m not finished yet, and you know it.”

I whined and grabbed hold of the chair legs again, still crying.

Without giving me time to expect it, Ashton smacked me with the hairbrush and I yelled so loudly that you’d think I’d touched a hot stove. I FELT like I had touched one, on my bottom anyway. He lifted it again and whacked me again, and I yelled again, and he didn’t give me anytime to regain myself, but instead, just started spanking me rapidly until I was kicking and squalling and pleading and begging him to stop.

“OWWWWIEEESSSSSS OWWW!!! I’M-ow-Ssss-orryyyyy OWWWW!!!!!”

“Good WHACK WHACK!! because next time WHACK WHACK!! this will be WHACK WHACK!!! much WHACK!!! worse WHACK!!!!!!”

Tears were pouring from my eyes and I was making such a ruckus and my backside throbbed and I could barely breathe and I was hiccupping, and I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until he lifted me up.

“Ten minutes in the corner, Anastasia, so you can reflect on what just happened. Hands on your head and no rubbing, got it?”

I nodded and hobbled to the corner of the room, burying my nose inside with my hands on my head, doing some little weird dance because I felt like my rear end was on fire. The ten minutes seemed like ten hours and when Ashton said I could get out the corner, I began rubbing my bottom like crazy and crying all over again. Ashton hugged me tightly.

“It’s all over now, Anastasia. Just don’t skip again, okay?”

I nodded and hugged him back, letting my tears seep into his shirt and finally, I stopped crying, feeling that everything was better now, because Ashton really did care about me. We stayed like that for a long time, just hugging, and then I pulled away and smiled. “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I promised.

He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Good.”

I pulled my panties up and winced in pain. “Hey, Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you... carry me to my room?” I said, grinning a bit. “I don’t think I can walk up any stairs.”

He grinned too and punched me playfully in the arm. “Geeze, I spoil you,” he said, lifting me up and cradling me like I was four again. I couldn’t help but giggle a little and he finally put me down in my room.

“Thanks, Ashton!” I said as he walked out, rolling his eyes. “I LOVE YOU BIG BRO!!!!” I giggled hysterically and he slammed the door, like the weirdo older brother he was. I stretched out and winced when I attempted to walk to my bathroom and change into some pajama pants, but I was so tired and worn out from the spanking that instead of doing that, I just landed on my bed and took a nice long nap.

Story: Anastasia's First Day of School

Part of the Ashton/Anastasia series.  The same thing as Brianna's First Day of School but from Ana's point of view.

Anastasia’s First Day of School
by Breanna Carter

“Anastasia!” I heard Ashton yell loudly. “Hurry up!” He thought I was taking my precious time in the bathroom to get ready, but really I was still in bed half asleep. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he kind of found out when he stormed into my room and found me lying peacefully under my covers. “What the hell are you doing!” he growled, pulling the covers off of me and smacking my upturned bottom HARD.

“Owwwww,” I squealed, my hands flying to my bottom that had at first felt protected, but after that smack, it wasn’t quite as protected as I imagined it being.

“Get dressed!” He left the room slamming the door and walking angrily through the house. I hated the first day of school. It was bad enough that I had to suffer through the damn private school, but I also had to deal with the teachers asking about my family. We were a little too prominent for my own good. Everyone knew my mother and father. They had just split up over the summer and Mom moved away to Florida where there were all beaches and skin cancer. My father was a big time business man, the owner of a few companies here in town, and spent more time in New York City than he did at home. I guess it didn’t bother me that much. Of course, you’d think that with Ashton being the one who raised me, we’d have ice cream for breakfast and fast food for supper, but surprise, we didn’t. We actually attempted to have real meals like a real family. It was so dysfunctional that it was pathetic.

I decided to go ahead and get up since Ashton didn’t look like he was in too much of a pleasant mood. I guess he was kind of pissed that he was given the job of parent while Dad was out of town on his business trip. Oh well, I didn’t care too much. So long as he didn’t decide to spank me like he did once while the parents were away. My philosophy was simple... what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And thus far, it seemed to work. The first day of school was always good for playing pranks, especially at a public school where no one knew you already. At a private school it was harder, and I had to settle for pranks like the good ole putting a bucket over the door so when the teacher walks in it pours all over her. Ashton taught me that one, before he got so uptight. I knew that I shouldn’t try that this school year, 'cause after a while, it’d be a little obvious that I’d be the one behind it. I wasn’t sure what prank I could pull for the new year, but I knew it had to be good.

In a matter of seconds, I was dressed and ready to go. School uniforms were a bitch. I guess that’s what I hated most about going to a private school. But I didn’t really have a choice of where I went. I guess my parents couldn’t have chosen a better school. I had been part of the lacrosse team for years and this was the first year that I decided to go for the soccer team instead. Both were state champs, although the soccer team was better than the lacrosse team and everyone knew it. In fact, nearly everything at our school was a state champ, or at least a district champ. We had all kinds of sports, soccer and lacrosse of course, basketball, volleyball, tennis, and even a golf team. We also had tons of music programs that were great, like choir, band, orchestra, and a symphonic orchestra. We had dance and writer’s clubs and science clubs and the school was just an all around genius school. It was good for me to go there because I was into that kind of stuff, but some of the kids there probably hated it. The dumb ones especially. And the preppy kids who wanted to be a cheerleader for a football team. Give me a break.

Anyway, I skipped to the living room where Ashton waited furiously on the couch for me to get ready. “Okay, Mr. Grinch, I’m ready.” Grinch was a really random name.

He managed a smile and stood up. “That didn’t take long.”

“I don’t spend hours in the bathroom doing my hair like you, Ashton,” I said, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He grabbed his keys from the coffee table and we headed out the door to his silver Jag, the nicest car on the planet. I knew absolutely nothing about it, just that when I got a car, it would be almost just as nice as his. There was no way that the ‘rents would buy him an ultra spiffy car and leave me out in the cold. Okay, there was plenty of way that they’d do that.

The traffic was heavy for it being early in the morning. If I didn’t have to go to school, I’d be asleep, and I figured the other people in the world saw it like that too, but obviously not. Everyone was out and about even if it was raining like hell. Ashton hated the rain, but I loved it! Another random statement.

“Don’t try any stupid pranks this year, okay?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Ash, lighten up.”

“Anastasia, I’m serious,” he said, looking at me. “It’s the first day of school and you don’t need to start this year off wrong.”

“Whatever.”

He finally pulled into the parking lot of my school and looked at me. “I’m not kidding.”

“Bye, Ash!” I said, opening the door and hopping out. “See you after school!”

I practically ran towards the building wanting to leave Ashton as soon as possible. At one point in time he was the only person I could count on, and now I couldn’t even count on him! He was the one I could tell all of my pranks to and he’d laugh and tell me that one day I’d get caught and get in trouble for it and I just shrugged him off and didn’t worry about it. I hated the fact that he was turning into another parent of mine. It wasn’t fair.

“Anastasia!” I heard and instantly there was a body slammed into mine with a hug that I noticed to be one of my best friends, Michelle.

I smiled. “Heya. What’s up?”

“Remember that girl last year who got kicked out of school?”

I racked my brain. Things were so messed up at my school... everybody knew everybody and when there was a new person everyone knew about it and why they were there. I, for one, didn’t see anything super cool about someone getting kicked out of school, but the other students seemed to think it was awesome to finally have someone different who wasn’t goody-goody. Finally a vision came to mind, a girl with brown hair and blue eyes who smiled a lot and hung out with the soccer players. What was her name? “Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. What about her?”

“She’s going to be here this year! And they say she’s a really good soccer player and she’s going to be on the team. And the team is going to nationals this year and they say with her on there that she’ll be awesome and you’re on the soccer team so you’ll get to know her!”

I blinked. “Wow,” I said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “I’ll get to meet the most popular girl in school! Lucky me!” I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Michelle. She’s just a normal person, like everyone else.”

“Right, Anastasia,” she said, obviously not agreeing with me. She was about to say something else but the bell cut her off and we headed inside. Everything seemed so much like the year before, just tougher classes and an abundant worship for the new girl. Another shitty year.

Everything went by smoothly. The classes were decent except I had to spend another year with the bitchy English teacher. How was it that I managed to have a shitty teacher in a subject I hated?

FINALLY, my soccer class began. It was like heaven. And what was even better was that I hadn’t played any pranks so far the entire day and I was just itching to do so. I walked out onto the soccer field and really didn’t hang out with anybody because I didn’t really know many people. The coach was talking and stuff and I wasn’t really paying attention because I didn’t really care. I was just ready to go home and go to sleep. It startled me a bit when she introduced us to everyone, me and a few kids whom I didn’t know. I was the only one who hadn’t been on the soccer team before and I didn’t have a clique to go into, but I didn’t really care. I didn’t care about a lot of stuff at this time.

It kind of came to a shock to me when I found myself in the same group as the junior soccer players. I noticed one as the new girl everyone was talking about. “Welcome to the team,” one girl, Jayna, said, shaking my hand. I tried to smile but I didn’t really feel like it 'cause I knew the girl a little and didn’t really like her.

The other girl moved up. “I’m Brianna,” she said. “Did you go here last year?” I was surprised that such a popular person would actually talk to me, since in most public schools they wouldn’t mingle no matter what.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” I muttered uninterestedly.

I yawned and looked around for a little while. The soccer field was so massive. I was so ecstatic to be playing on one of the greatest teams ever. Next thing I knew, Brianna was pushing Jayna and me away from our group. I blinked and almost said something but Brianna beat me to it.

“So Anastasia... since you’re new to the team, we have a little initiation worked out for you,” she said, smiling an evil grin.

“Oh, really?” This should be good, I thought. Brianna was the ultimate trouble maker, and she should know a good prank for me.

“Yeah, you gotta pull the fire alarm inside the gym.”

I let out a slight laugh and grinned then shook my head. “Come on, do you want me to get kicked out of school like you did?”

Jayna chimed in. “No initiation, no playing on the field.”

I sighed. “This is the most pathetic initiation I’ve ever heard of!” I said, moving towards the gym. “What happened to the paddlings that they used to give?” I added, laughing.

I led the girls towards the gym, hoping that they were on the lookout so that no one from the team would see us. This was a grand idea, the perfect prank. I’d have never thought of pulling the fire alarm myself! I knew it wasn’t really an initiation because it’d never happened before, but I was glad to start the trend! We finally arrived to the large room and I peeked inside to see that the coast was clear. The three of us stood next to each other and I looked at Brianna so she could tell me when. “Well, go ahead,” she told me. I nodded and slipped through the door towards the fire alarm. I felt Brianna’s eyes watching me as I crept towards the alarm. I gulped and looked back at her, then pulled the alarm down. The loud noise pierced my ears and I ran towards the two girls and we shot out of there as fast as our legs could carry us. Everything was going fine and dandy until I noticed that it was just Jayna and me running. I stopped and turned around to find Brianna lying face down on the ground. I would have laughed if I hadn’t have been in such a hurry. I could see the students and teachers filing outside from their comfy classrooms.

I sprinted towards Brianna and lifted her up with ease then began dragging her back to the soccer field. We weren’t even close to the field when someone stopped us. I looked up to see Mr. Qualls, the math teacher, right above me. “Girls! What is going on?!” he yelled.

Ten thousand excuses ran through my head of what to say. “We were coming back from the bathroom when we heard the alarm and we got scared and thought it was a fire!” I shouted with innocence in my voice.

“Yeah!” Brianna agreed. “We were scared that the gym was on fire!” The two of us looked up at him and I tried my hardest to have these angel puppy eyes to let him know that we didn’t do anything wrong. But he didn’t fall for it.

“I think you two’d better visit Mrs. Jamison,” he said. Mrs. Jamison was the headmistress, and a bitch, if I might say so myself! He shoved us towards the office and I tried not to resist but it was so hard. I really hated that woman!

When we got there I just yawned while he explained what he saw to Mrs. Jamison. I didn’t care. See? There I go again, not caring. Brianna kept glancing at me and from the looks of things, she probably thought she was about to get kicked out of another school. I, on the other hand, wasn’t worried. Ashton knew I did stupid stuff and he wouldn’t do anything but probably bitch at me and tell Dad what I did and Dad would just tell me never to do it again. What was there to worry about?

“...pulled the fire alarm?” Mrs. Jamison was asking. I noticed then that it was just Brianna and me, Mr. Qualls had left. I looked straight into Mrs. Jamison’s eyes.

“I did,” I said, at the exact time Brianna said it. I looked at Brianna wondering why in the world she would stand up for me like that.

“...weeks worth of detention.” I wished I’d stop zoning out so I could catch the beginning of her sentences.

“Please, ma’am!” Brianna begged. “Do you really have to contact my brother?” So she lived with her brother, too. I wondered if he was hot, and if he went to the school with us. Well, at least she couldn’t contact my parents cause they weren’t anywhere in town! And surely she wouldn’t pull Ashton out of class.

I guess Mrs. Jamison dismissed us to sit outside her office because I followed Brianna to the four chairs that were seated next to her door. I plopped down and looked at Brianna. “Hey, you didn’t have to stick up for me in there,” I said.

“No prob,” she answered, holding her head in her hands.

“I mean, my parents are out of town, they’re always out of town, and I’m not worried about it cause she’ll call and find out they’re not home then get over it and everything..”

“My brother’s going to kill me.”

I nodded. “Are your parents always out of town, too?”

“I guess you could call it that... if heaven is out of town.”

I paused. Whoa... her parents were dead. Now I felt bad for ever talking badly about my folks like that. Poor kiddo. “Oh...” I said softly. “I’m sorry about that...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It happened four years ago and I’m almost over it...” She totally was NOT over it. “It’s still kind of hard... but I manage.” She looked up at me and I nodded.

“Yeah... I understand. My parents are always gone. My brother looks over me more than they do.”

“How old’s your brother?”

I opened my mouth to answer but I was interrupted by the abrupt walking of a tall figure down the hallway. I figured it was Brianna’s older bro at first, but when I looked up it was Ashton. I gulped. Ashton? Here? In the office? That wasn’t cool... not cool at all.

“YOU pulled the fire alarm!” he shouted. “I can’t believe this! It’s only the first day of school and you’re already getting yourself in trouble...”

I cut him off. “Wait a minute...” I think it was just clicking that Mrs. Jamison called him to come up to the office instead of my parents... “They got you to come up here?”

“Yeah they got me to come up here... the secretary said that Mrs. Jamison wanted to have a conference with me.” So that’s what she said while I was in my own little world.

I gulped.

“I can’t believe you, Anastasia! I told you not to pull any pranks!”

“Sheesh... I’m sorry. Get over it.”

He glared at me and fell into the chair next to me. I knew he was about to make a comment about what I said about getting over it, but we were interrupted by someone who was not quite as tall as Ashton, but definitely more cut. Ashton was somewhere around 6’4 and this guy was around 6’1, which is just about as tall. I could immediately see his resemblance in Brianna. He glared angrily at Brianna. I wished desperately that she wouldn’t have stood up for me. I could have taken the blame myself!

“Brianna Nicole Carter!” he yelled. Brianna blushed and it was so funny, but I didn’t laugh because she didn’t laugh at me when Ashton was bitching me out. I waited for him to go on, and I could tell Brianna was waiting, too, but he didn’t. I blinked and looked at Ashton and he looked back at me and shrugged. He didn’t look like he was going to sit down anytime soon, but it didn’t really matter, because right after he arrived, Mrs. Bitch, ahem, I mean Mrs. Jamison opened the door and greeted our brothers then showed us inside. I just stood there studying the floor because it was always more interesting than what Mrs. Jamison had to say. I knew I had a weeks worth detention and I figured that Ashton could do the lecturing himself when we got home.

I heard her mention something about next time being suspended for at least three days and didn’t really care, like normal. I looked at Brianna and we grinned at one another. I hoped that she wasn’t too worried. I hated getting her in trouble like that. After all, it was my fault for wanting to play a prank so badly.

Finally, she dismissed us from her office and Ashton grabbed my upper arm and marched me towards the car. Talk about feeling like I was five years old! “You don’t even know how disappointed I am in you, Young Lady,” he scolded. I rolled my eyes. “Getting into trouble on the first day of school like that? What the hell were you thinking!” He unlocked the door and opened it, shoving me inside. Obviously, he didn’t want to know what I was thinking or he would have stayed around to hear it. He got inside the car then sped off, leaving me in silence to “think about what I’ve done.” Once again, I didn’t care, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

It seems like only a matter of seconds before we pulled into the driveway of our house. By looking at the house, you could tell that my parents' richness wasn’t spent on it. It was a one story house with three bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a dining room. We were the only rich people I knew who decided to spend their money on cars and school rather than a big house. “Go to your room,” Ashton ordered sternly.

“Yes, sir!” I said, saluting him. I heard him mutter the word smartass as I scampered to my room on my tiptoes as quickly as they could carry me because I knew my smartass comment would make him want to pop my behind on my way out.

I decided to sit on my bed and think about what I did. Let’s see. I went to school on the first day and pulled the fire alarm. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Or maybe it was just my apathy that thought it wasn’t a big deal. I played the event through my head. The sharpest thing in my mind was Brianna falling to the ground. I wished I could’ve seen it. I wondered if she tripped over her own feet. I giggled a bit, thinking about her tripping over one foot and landing face down into the grass. In fact, I thought about it so much that I was basically choking on laughter. Perfect timing for Ashton to come in.

“I don’t find any of this funny,” he said in all seriousness.

Ahem. I bit my lower lip to suppress the laughter. Breathe in, breathe out.

“I don’t appreciate the way you’re acting, Anastasia,” he warned.

I nodded.

“What you’ve done to day is completely inexcusable.”

I nodded again.

“You have no business getting yourself nearly suspended on the first day of school.”

Another nod.

He growled under his breath. “Fine, a spanking it is.”

My mouth dropped. “A what?”

“You heard me. A spanking.” He sat on my bed and grabbed me by the waist and turned me over his knee.

“No wait!” I argued. “Ashton! I’m sorry. Don’t do this!”

“Too late,” he said. I felt him flip up my skirt and tug my panties down to my knees.

“Ashtonnnn,” I whined, struggling and fighting to get up, but he had a tight grip on me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered what was happening to Brianna at this time.

“Stop it!” he ordered, hitting my bare bottom HARD with something I couldn’t quite make out what until he told me. “I’m going to spank you with this hairbrush until you can’t sit down for a week.”

“A HAIRBRUSH!” I screamed and struggled to get free again.

“Yes, a hairbrush,” he said then sent it crashing down on my backside again.

“OWWWW!! That hurts!!!”

“That’s what you get for having an attitude WHACK! and getting in trouble on the first day of school.” WHACK WHACK!!!

“OWWWIEEEESS!! Ashtonnnnnn it hurtsssss!”

“It’s supposed to hurt!” WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!

I kicked my legs furiously to try and keep the sting out of my bottom. But, it wasn’t really helping. After all, this was the second time I’d been spanked and I wasn’t used to such pain.

“I’m sorryyyy!” I yelled as he sent the hairbrush crashing down on my bottom four more times.

“Good,” he replied and began spanking me rapidly, hard and fast while I squirmed and kicked and whined with all of the energy that was in my body. He just kept a good grip on me and kept up his rhythm until I had kicked and squirmed and whined so much I was crying and exhausted. He ended up the spanking with two final HARD spanks on my sit spots and I yelped after each one. I heard him sit the brush down and I just lay there crying for a few minutes to regain myself. I didn’t realize how much a hairbrush spanking could hurt, but now I knew and I never cared to know again.

“Well,” he said, after my crying died down a little. “Looks like now that Mom is gone and Dad’s not around much, I’m going to be taking care of you little sis, and this is how I’m going to handle your punishments, okay?”

“Nooooo,” I whined, still crying.

“Yessss,” he mimicked. “I love you, sis, and I don’t want you to end up getting kicked out of school like some people we know.” He lifted me off of his lap and I grinned.

“Brianna’s a cool person though.” I thought about how her older brother stormed into the office. “And her older brother is hot,” I added, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He playfully shoved me and I pulled my panties back up. The pain of having someone on my bottom caused me to wince and Ashton just laughed at me. I rolled my eyes at him. “Got any homework?” Surprisingly, I did, and he knew it, too. So I got right on to my homework while lying on my bed instead of sitting up 'cause I was in too much pain to sit up. In a way, I was glad that the day turned out like it did. I made a friend and got to pull my prank. It wasn’t so bad after all.