WRITTEN BY BREANNA AND HALEY, here's the third installment of "Have Faith", the sweet, humorous and now almost totally consensual spanking Summer tales of a 12-year-old Natural Born Brat and her 16-year-old "pretend-brother".
HAVE FAITH - The Deal
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
THWACK! The wet mop slapped the floor with a loud slippery noise, and Francis Dolarhyde started cleaning the bathroom floor with eagerness, just wanting to get it over with and go home. It was a few minutes past six on a Sunday afternoon, with evening starting to fall on the town, and Hamel’s Amusement Park had just closed down. He was the one in charge of cleaning, locking the gates and everything, that week, so the 16-year-old got to it with his usual goodwill. It wasn’t long, though, before he heard some noises from one of the bathroom stalls. Turning off the music in his portable CD player, he called out:
"Hey, anyone still here?..."
Faith sat in the last stall on the top part of the toilet with her feet on the seat so whomever was in the bathroom wouldn’t see her. She had no idea that they cleaned the bathrooms after closing... you definitely couldn’t tell by just looking at them, in the morning. She tried to stop breathing when she heard a familiar voice, and it sounded like Francis’s. She couldn’t say she was in there, although he would probably figure it out eventually. And as her heart paced, her mind went through the long series of reasons why she should not be there in the first place.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, after all, but Francis could definitely tell he had heard something. Thinking about someone trying to infiltrate the place and steal the day’s earnings (it wouldn’t have been the first time), he was alarmed, and was about to back out to the office to call on the night guard... when a familiar smell reached his nostrils. Deodorant. More precisely, peach-flavoured deodorant. He knew only one person who would ever use such a thing. He opened the various stalls’ doors till, at the last one, he was presented with the sight of Faith.
The girl screamed in terror, or pretended to. "Ahhh! What the hell are you doing in here?!" she gasped, falling off of the toilet and hitting her head. "Ow! See what you made me do!"
Jumping forward, he helped her up and checked her head, making sure she wasn’t hurt or anything. There was no blood, perhaps just the start of a small bump that would form within the next hour. Francis took in a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"You scared the hell outta me! Me? I’m doing my job," he exclaimed. "You’re the one who was supposed to be home a hour ago, when we closed!"
"Whatever," she sneered. "Just finish doing what you were doing and I’ll stay right here, thank you very much," she said in the most bratty tone she could muster, not even thinking what she was saying or how... by now, acting like that with him was becoming natural.
He quirked an eyebrow. There was something weird in the way she acted, though, even for her. "Faith, for Goodness’ sake, it’s late. You know the rules about being here after closing time!"
"It’s not late," she said. "It’s only six and it’s not even dark outside. Now go away and leave me alone."
Rolling his eyes and taking another deep breath, Francis took her wrist and pulled her out of the stall. "I’ll do nothing of the like. C’mon, let’s go to the office and call your folks, then you can go."
"NO!" Faith yelled and stomped her foot. "Let me go!" She gave him a death glare, trying to be as bratty and annoying as possible because she needed his attention, needed him to spank her again, needed anything he could give her.
For a moment, Francis’s mind was brought back to when she was four or five, because that was the way she was acting: a bratty child throwing tantrums for no reason. While his heart thumped wildly, he started to consider what he should be doing. He crossed his arms and hissed: "Are you going to do what I say?..."
"No," she stated plainly, folding her own arms.
His breath shortened even more. "Fine." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the stall and across the bathroom, heading for the manager’s office. "Then see what this gets you."
"Stopppppp it!" she yelled, then grabbed onto the nearest thing that she could find, which happened to be the sink. "Leave me alone! I’m not going home!"
Turning around, Francis didn’t think twice before raising his hand and whacking her skirt-covered behind with a loud SMACK! that had her arch her back and let out a loud yelp. "I said COME along!" he roared, his ears flushing and his throat feeling hoarse already. There went that funny feeling again... he hated to have to do this... and loved it...
Faith glared at him. "I said NO!" she shouted, still pulling away and tempted to kick him, or bite him, or anything so he’d stop trying to take her to the manager’s office and instead bring her over his lap for another spanking.
On his behalf, Francis could barely believe his eyes. It was like she was looking for it! My, that’s impossible... is it?, he thought to himself. His eyes caught hers for a moment and they just stared at each other, before he reached for her and unceremoniously bent her over the sink and slapped her bottom twice in quick succession. SMACK! SPANK!
"OW! Hey stop that!" she said, in a fairly weak voice because she didn’t really mean it. She tried again to pull away from his grip and this time she actually succeeded, and ran back into the stall and locked the door. Why she did that, she was uncertain, but she wasn’t about to let him drag her to the manager’s office and call home because that would have been a major turn-off – also literally.
Francis stood by the sink, a dumbstruck expression painted on his face. She could run away all she wanted, but she didn’t. Yet again, it looks to him as though she was looking for a spanking... and then again, she was escaping. He didn’t get it. Why couldn’t she just speak her mind? A little voice in the back of his head said: ‘why, would you?’, but Francis ignored it and just walked to the stall, and tried to open the door, failing, since it was locked.
"Faith, open the door!" he said, pounding on it.
"Go away," she said softly, wiping a fallen tear from her cheek.
He couldn’t see or hear her starting to cry, though, so he pounded his fist harder on the door. "I said open the goddamn door, you have ten seconds before... before I..." he left it hanging.
"Before you what?" she asked, hopeful, just a tone of frustrated anger in her voice. Maybe he’d crawl under the door, because there was a small opening there, you know, like in public bathrooms sometimes, and then he’d drag her out and spank her, then hold her like he’d do sometimes. That’s what she was hoping he’d say.
But again he took another deep breath. Was he really going down that road? He felt it was a point-of-no-return situation. Or perhaps they were already well past that point and he hadn’t noticed. Giving her those small smacks might have worsened the situation, now that he thought about it. So, sighing, Francis said:
"... before I open the door with the keys I’ve got back in the manager’s office, take you out of there and give you a sound bare bottom spanking, little girl, is that clear?"
Her heart thumped wildly at that. She folded her arms. "Fine, go ahead. See if I care."
That was the icing on the cake, and just what he had been (quite secretly) waiting for. "Alright then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you." Francis rushed to the manager’s office and found the keys to the stalls, then ran back and approached the one Faith was locked away inside. "Just you wait..."
"I’m waiting," she teased, tapping her foot and grinning.
She tried to control herself, but she was so happy that he finally decided to spank her that she feared she might burst out laughing at any time. And when Francis finally worked the door open, he was presented with the sight of a defiant Faith, arms crossed and looking at him almost daringly.
"Well, your wait is over," Francis hissed, and stood her up and sat back down on the closed toilet. "Skirt up, and I mean it," he said, glaring at her.
She giggled more by seeing him being so serious. She giggled so much that she slid down to the floor, actually, and soon the whole bathroom echoed with laughter. "J-just a m-minute," she choked out, still laughing out loud.
Now, Francis didn’t really know what to think or do. There he was, threatening her with a sound thrashing... and she laughed?? "Faith... what... what the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled, more out of frustration than anything, though he had to admit it was an amusing sight.
She still giggled like crazy, trying to contain herself, but before she knew it, she was laughing so hard that her stomach was hurting and she was crying and curled up into a ball. Finally she breathed in and stopped laughing, trying to compose herself.
"Ahem, sorry," she murmured. She wiped her tears from laughter out of her eyes and looked up at his disappointed face. "Why are you giving me that look?" she asked, then stood. Her heart thumped. And she almost told him... in fact, she even started the sentence. "I just..." she began, intending to finish it with ‘wanted you to spank me again and I didn’t know how to tell you’ but instead she paused and bit her lip, then lifted her skirt up.
Francis just sat, amazed and unable to do anything, until she finally stood and stopped laughing. When she began talking and then paused, he edged her on: "You just..." he started, but then saw her raise her skirt and expose her thin white underwear, just like that, and his head whirled. "... you just what?..." he completed the sentence in a whisper. He stood, on shaking legs, and approached her, looking straight in her eyes. "Faith, what are you doing?... I’m going to spank you... you know that?" he stated. Perhaps she didn’t realise, perhaps she was being bratty, perhaps... perhaps...
"Yes, I know, and you told me to raise my skirt. So I did..."
Breathing hard, Francis nodded. There was a gleam in her eye, though, there was no denying it. "And... and you’re not going to do anything about it?"
She blinked then let out a nervous giggle, knowing she couldn’t start hysterically laughing again. "Is there anything I can do about it?" she asked, the famous answering a question with a question.
"I..." it was Francis’s turn to stutter and look for the right words. "I don’t know. You pleaded and tried to get away, the other times... now it looks as though you’re asking for it," he stated, plain and simple. Then he felt those words form in his mouth, and didn’t stop them: "Are you?"
Faith’s heart stopped then began pounding in her chest. How could she answer that question? Then the words escaped from her mouth before she had the chance to think about what she was saying: "Well, uh, maybe... yeah..."
That was even more astonishing than he could ever imagine, and again his head started spinning. "Oh dear," he whispered, more to himself than anything. Did she really mean that?? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. No, she must have been teasing him, and mercilessly, too. He suddenly felt angry. Let’s see if she means business, said that small voice in the back of his head. "Then pull down your panties," he hissed, daringly, knowing she never would do that.
But she said ‘okay’ and tugged them down to her knees, and immediately covered up spots that he shouldn’t see. Yes, she did want to be spanked, but she still didn’t want him to see stuff like that.
Again, Francis couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, not even five feet tall and looking at him with the most candid face in the world, her panties at half-mast and practically begging to be spanked. She was the most irresistible sight he’d ever seen, and yet, the saddest. A flood of thoughts rushed through his mind, but eventually he just reached for her and shook her shoulders with rage.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING??" he exclaimed.
Faith didn’t know what to do, so she finally pulled her panties back up because she felt dumb just standing there like that with them down and she figured that it was time that she talked to Francis about something.
"Can we talk?" she whispered, and pointed towards the wall where she wanted to sit down and just tell him how she felt.
He just nodded, and pointed at the wall too. As seconds passed, he felt some of the anger being wiped away, and his flushed face lose some of its colour. "Okay," he finally whispered after a while. "We do need to talk."
She grabbed his hand and walked him over to the wall, then slid down onto the floor that was dry by this time, practically pulling him down with her. She lay her head on his shoulder. "This is hard to say," she said softly, wishing that her heart would stop thumping so much.
Sitting there with her, his heart was beating just as wildly, and he let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes when she rested her head on his shoulder. He clasped her hand tight into his, and kissed the top of her head. "I’m here, Faith," he said. "It’s hard for me too... let’s just say it, okay?"
She nodded. "Okay well... see... like, at home, I dunno, since I moved in with my step family it seems like I’m not getting any attention anymore and I miss it... I miss having someone care about me and hold me and rock me and, well... when you threatened to spank me, I kind of threw more pennies just to see if you’d actually do it, and I wanted you to, and when you did, I was so surprised and I liked it so much and I don’t know why... and... well... yeah, I just kind of like being spanked," she said in one quick breath, talking quickly so it’d be over and done with, and right after she said it, she blushed like crazy and hid her face in her hands.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, Francis was much more of a coward than she was. He would have never found the courage to say something of the like, not even at his age, let alone at twelve. As his whole body and mind were shaken by an electric thrill and he held her close, what was he supposed to say? I like it too?... and why not, after all. She’d had the guts, he could as well. Licking his lips, he gathered his courage.
"I understand... I’m so sorry about your family, Faith... but I kind of... yeah, I like it too. To spank you, I mean..."
She looked up, face red from being so embarrassed. "You do?" she asked, blushing more. "But... wait... then..." she stammered, not sure what to say. "This whole time?"
She sure did look very flushed in her face, and he probably didn’t look different. Francis gave a small nod and shrugged. "I don’t know... it’s hard to say... I think so, but then again, no. I mean, partly I felt like it was deserved, and partly I... yeah, I just wanted to, and I wanted it bad. You understand this, right?" he said, hoping, praying she would.
She shrugged. "Probably as much as you understand me actually wanting to get spanked."
She couldn’t be mad at him because, after all, she had hidden the fact that she liked it, too. She opened her mouth to say something, but found nothing to say, so she closed it and just rested on his chest, wondering, ‘what next?’ Ironically, he was at a loss for words just as well, so all he did was sitting with her, and they stayed there for quite some time.
At long last, Francis shifted his weight, gathered her in her arms and swept her onto her lap, planting a kiss on her cheek, making it last as long as possible. "Faith, I love you. You’re like a sister to me... you are a sister. I would never hurt you, believe me. I... just want your good. And mine too, yes, but I mostly want yours," he said, not quite sure himself what he was saying.
"My good? I don’t get it.." she admitted.
Francis swallowed and licked his lips. "I just mean to say that... well, yeah... if you want to be spanked, you don’t have to act up or do things you normally wouldn’t do. You don’t have to attract my attention like that and maybe even put yourself in some stupid danger, like when you rode off the train... you..." he took a deep breath "... you can just ask."
She perked up. "Really?" She breathed in again. This was easier than she thought it would be. Finally she nodded. "Well, then, uh, can you like, um, spank me, Francis? I feel horrible... I don’t want to go home, I want to run away... that’s why I’m still here. I figured I could just stay all night in here and tomorrow morning I could come out and do stuff like always and everything would be fine and I’d never have to go back home. I just want someone to care about me," she said, trying her hardest to keep herself from crying.
Still keeping her close, Francis nodded too. "Well I think you’re making too much of a big deal out of this, and that your family loves you and that even though you feel like this, you are wanted and they do care; perhaps it’s just a bit harder for you or them to show it... But yes, I do love you, and I do care... and do you really want me to spank you because you feel horrible? Is this what it is to you, a release of guilt? Or there’s more?" he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of it – and no pun was intended in that.
She shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno why I want to be spanked. Maybe for trying to run away... or maybe for being so bratty and stuff. I don’t know." And she honestly didn’t know.
"Okay," Francis said, nodding. "Well, if I have to be sincere, I don’t know why either... I just know it makes me feel good. It’s many things in one. It gives me that nice you-know-what feeling, and I know I’m being helpful, and that it’s bonding and that I feel SO close to you when I do it... am I making sense?" he shook his head.
But Faith nodded eagerly. "Yes, you’re making sense out of what I’m trying to say... because you’re like a big brother to me, and I wish you really were, and every time you spank me it’s like you’re more like a big brother and stuff like that."
"Oh Faith," he whispered, again looking straight in her eyes. "One doesn’t need biological lineage, you know?... I’d be proud to call you my little sister. You make my day every time I see you, you brighten me up and make me happy, and when I spank you, I feel like I’m doing your good."
She nodded. "Okay," she said, not quite getting it for now, but leaving it alone. "So that means that you’ll spank me? Like, ummm, now?" She didn’t want to seem like she was hurrying it along, it was just that she felt kind of uncomfortable talking about it since she had no idea why she liked it and stuff, and besides, she didn’t want him to think that she meant some other time: she wanted to be spanked that evening, whether it be in one minute or one hour. That’s what she meant by that statement.
Francis still did roll his eyes – but not on the outside – at that typical attitude to escape speeches after a while. It was perfectly understandable, though, given Faith’s age and personality, and he didn’t comment. And then, what was needed to be said had been said, after all, so he just nodded, but also leant forward and kissed her forehead again, loving the touch of it.
"Well no-one is here but us now... and I’m sitting already. I don’t see a better time than this, you know," he said, a feeble attempt at a joke, but he was being serious, too.
She nodded, not really catching the joke, and simply moved over his lap and lay her face on the cold floor. "I’m ready when you are," she said.
Again he was struck by such eagerness. She must really want it bad, Francis thought to himself as he raised her skirt, again revealing her underwear. He would NEVER tell her just how cute she looked with her bottom bared: that was one of the things she wasn’t ready for, not yet. He slipped down the tiny undergarment and rested a hand on her cheeks.
"You okay, really?"
"Yeah, I am," she said, taking a deep breath in. "I want this, remember? I like it as much as you do," she reminded him, hoping that it’d make him realize that she was fine, and wanted him to begin the spanking instead of stalling. Thinking that, she said: "Look who’s stalling now," then grinned.
That actually made him laugh, but only for a second, because he quickly regained composure and raised his hand, smacking it down with moderate force on the girl’s bare tush. "Well, I’ll add ‘stalling’ to the list of things you richly deserve to be spanked for," he said, just a slight note of irony in his voice. But then he found a pace, and the smile wiped off his face as he spanked Faith’s bottom to a rosy pink. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"OW!" Faith yelped, being taken by surprise, because she expected him to make a comment of some kind before he spanked her. With each spank after that, she winced a bit, biting her lower lip so she wouldn’t exclaim ‘ow’ so often.
Francis wasn’t what you may call an experienced spanker, but he did know how to get his point across, and Faith had been a good testing ground, so to speak. He kept spanking up and down her petite derriere, focusing some smacks on her sit-spots, then making his way back up. When he spanked on her most tender areas, she couldn’t help but yelp, because that always hurt, and she finally began crying out.
"Owwwww, okay, that hurts, ow, Francis," she groaned, not wanting to tell him to stop because she wasn’t ready for him to stop yet, and nor was he ready to. He wondered when that should happen, actually, and then realised that as a ‘big brother’, it was his responsibility to decide when she’d had enough, and it was an important one.
"I know baby... SMACK! SMACK! ...but just so you know... SMACK! SMACK! ... I’m going to stop when I see fit... SMACK! SMACK! ... no matter how much you plead... SMACK! SMACK! ... or say you’ll be good... SMACK! SMACK! ... okay Faith?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ow, okay," she nodded, glad that he’d take that job instead of she. It was in her nature to plead for it to stop when she didn’t really want it to end, so at least now she knew that it wouldn’t affect him so greatly if she did plead and didn’t want it to end, if that made sense. And in fact, Francis already knew he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, not until real tears had been shed and she was actually begging for him to end the spanking. He wasn’t quite aware of the mechanics, himself, but spanking past the point of real tears just felt like a natural thing to do. So he kept delivering hearty smacks to both of her cheeks, now quickly reddening.
Faith winced and soon she began squirming and kicking a little, still not begging, but on the verge of tears. "Owwwww!" she exclaimed, groaning and whining a little. "Francis, ow, that hurts!"
Francis concentrated a few whacks on her left cheek only, then moved onto the right one, then in the middle. Yes, she’s liking this to some degree, he thought to himself, but perhaps I should give it a reason, shouldn’t I? After all, she wants me to be like a big brother and love her and care for her, this is not just a game, is it?
And with that he said: "You will not run away from home... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not stay here after closing time... SMACK! SMACK! ... and will not sass me, is that clear?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Faith felt that feeling spread through her body as he scolded. "Owwwww!!!" she exclaimed. "Yessss, Francisssss, owwwww, I won’t, I promise..."
"I hope you stick to that," he scolded some more... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... because if you don’t..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... I’m going to take you over my knee..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and spank you again..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "... and perhaps worse..." SMACK! SMACK! "... do you understand, missy?" he added for emphasis.
"Owwwwwwwiiieesssss," Faith whined, almost to tears, "owwwwwwww, yes, Francis, I understand! Owwwww..."
"Good, baby," he said, hoping she would like a term of endearment. But still he kept it up, circling her waist with his arm and taking a firmer grip on her, while smacking down on her naked bottom with force. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahhhhh owwwwwwwwwww," she whined, kicking like crazy and finally crying, "I’m sorryyyyy," she cried, "I’m sorry, Francis... pleaseeee no more." Big tears fell down her cheeks now.
But he still kept her close, restraining her movements as much as he could, and spanked her bare bummy until the dark pink hue was a bright, blazing red. Only then he thought he could stop, and finished her spanking with a flurry of hard smacks to her thighs. She yelped with each of them, but she couldn’t move because he was holding her so tight, and when he stopped, she just cried like crazy, wailing like a small child, and lying there limp.
"I’m sorry," she muttered, wondering how in the world she could like this so much. But she did, and even now that her bottom was on fire and she really felt like a toddler, she was not having second thoughts.
Francis was breathing hard as he released his grip on her small body, and he leant back against the wall, watching her red backside and hearing her pitiful cries. He was so very sorry for her, but he was enjoying that thoroughly just as much as she was, and he too was having doubts and unanswered questions.
After a while, he started rubbing her back. "I’m here," he thought he’d let her know.
She nodded, then pushed herself up from over his knee and hugged him tightly. "I love you so much," she said, burying her head in his chest, still crying.
He was so very glad she did that, because he wouldn’t have found the courage to. He clung on to her like too, and kissed her head and let her cry out. "I love you too, little sister, oh so much..." he whispered as he rocked her like you do a small child.
She loved being held like this.. she loved knowing that she had an older brother who cared about her... and for some reason, she loved having a sore bottom. She held on to him so tightly and didn’t let go until she finished crying and she pulled away. "Thanks again," she whispered, then managed to stand and pull her panties up. She took a deep breath in and looked at her red puffy face in the mirror. "You know..." she began, "since the first time you spanked me, I’ve been wanting to see what my bottom looked like... so you think that maybe... uh," she felt so dumb asking this, "I could look and you could kind of lift me up so I could see it? ‘Cause otherwise, I’m too short to see my rear end in this mirror."
The way she was asking for that was so cute he almost felt like smothering her with hugs. Almost. Giving a small smile, and kissing her again, he wondered what he’d done to deserve such a lovely girl-child into his life. Then he did as she asked: he pulled her panties down on the back, to just below her tush, and lifted her so she could steady herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and still turn around and look at the mirror.
"So, how do you like the view?" he asked, teasing just a bit.
She blushed so much when he made that comment that her face almost matched her red bottom. Almost. She didn’t say anything to him, just reached back and rubbed her bottom a little, admiring its bright red hue and, somehow, just loving the half-numb, half-stinging feeling it gave when she kneaded the sore flesh with her fingers. Finally she nodded.
"Okay, all finished," she muttered, still embarrassed as hell.
Her embarrassment was visible, and though he snickered quietly, he didn’t say anything either, just put her down and replaced her underwear. "For what it’s worth," he said, though, "I find it a cute sight. Where’s a camera when you need one?" he shook his head, then crouched, as though waiting to be slapped.
She blushed like crazy again and went to the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She found it best just to ignore him when he embarrassed her, so she washed her face, dried it off, then looked at him. She grinned and hugged him one final time.
"Do I have to go home? Can I just go home with you instead?"
She was really quite a sight. Not even old enough to be in high school and there she was, blushing like crazy and grinning from ear to ear after a sound spanking. Francis hugged her back and again kissed her, but then shook his head at her question.
"No, Faith. I mean, yeah you can come home with me and hang out for a while, how would you like it if we watched a movie?... but we’ll call your parents first and let them know you’re okay," he reminded her.
She poked out her lower lip. "But I don’t wanna go home."
"Faith," he snapped, stressing the word.
"Francis," she imitated, and couldn’t help but smile. Finally she sighed. "Fine, you can call them and tell them I’m okay, but I’m not talking to them."
He smiled too at her bratty act – nothing new under the sun, there – but nodded. "Okay, you’re not talking, that’s a deal. But after the evening you’re back to your family, alright? And don’t say no or you’ll be across my lap again as soon as I take you home, got it?" he added, trying hard to suppress a smirk.
Faith thought about that for a moment, then smirked herself. Quietly, with a huge grin on her face, she said "no," then stuck her tongue out at him.
His mouth hang open wide and he shook his head, playfully nudging her. "Watch out, you might not want to test my limits," he said, circling her shoulders with his arm and heading out of the bathroom. "‘sides, you already have a very sore bummy to sit upon throughout the movie."
Faith nodded, quite fond of the thought. "I was just kidding anyway!" she said, rubbing her rear end and leaning against him. "You’re the greatest, Big Bro," she said.
"Naah, you are the greatest, Lil Sis," he replied, and as they walked out of the bathroom, he felt the closest to her as he’d ever been in the past, and she being back to her lively, if bratty, self told him she enjoyed that new-found relationship between them as much as he did.
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21 May 2004
18 March 2004
Story: Seven O'clock Ride
Part of the Have Faith Series. Looks like now that Faith understood that Francis will spank her if she acts up... she's doing everything she can to act up! Here's part two, written by Breanna and Haley.
HAVE FAITH - Seven o'clock Ride
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
It was a lovely Saturday summer afternoon and black clouds covered the blue sky. Faith was loving it more than ever, especially after being at Hamel’s for an hour and a half and managing to *not* get in trouble yet. It had been nearly a week since her episode with Francis, and she hadn’t pissed him off since then. Which was weird, especially for her. Nonetheless, she still ran through the park, teasing the little kids and doing dumb things, and when it rained, she did even more dumb things! That’s why she was glad that it was sprinkling a little. There weren’t many people at the park and she could get more attention from her worker friends. After all, that IS what she wanted. So she and Deanna strolled towards the train station where Francis sat aboard, almost ready to take off.
"Heya, sexy," Faith teased, giggling with Deanna as they waited in line for the next ride.
Busy with sorting out a bunch of new passes for the day, Francis looked up and saw the two pre-teens strolling towards him, and smiled as they came. "Hey cuties... what are you up to?" he said. The memory of the "affair" with Faith from last week was still very vivid in his mind, and although he had managed not to give it too much thinking, he still found himself wondering what -- and if -- she would come up with next. She had been an angel for all those days, so perhaps, but just perhaps, that little spanking had straightened her out.
Straightened her out? Yeah right! Faith had tons of plans for the day, even had a few practical jokes in mind for Francis, but didn’t want to waste all of her good stunts in one day. "Same stuffers," Faith said, sitting on the rail and disregarding the sign that said in big letters "PLEASE DO NOT SIT ON THE RAIL!" Who actually read those signs? "Are ya gonna stand there all day or take the damn passengers out for their ride so we can get OUR ride?" Faith asked, taking a sip of Dr. Pepper.
Francis grimaced at her attitude, while inside he went like "uh oh... someone’s up for being bratty today". Shaking his head but still smiling he walked up to her and patted her back to get her off the rail. "I’m going to start the ride at three o’clock, and it’s two minutes short of that yet, toddlers," he teased, nudging her and Deanna.
"Fine," Faith said. "Well then we’ll just go ride a, um, better ride!" she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully and grinning. "See ya next ride." She hopped off of the rail and grabbed hands with Deanna and they scurried off to the roller coaster, had a few rides, then went back to the train, noticing that their two reserved back seats weren’t taken. It was a small train, very narrow and Deanna and Faith hated sitting in the same seat; not enough butt room. So they helped themselves to opening the gate and running to their seats, collapsing into a fit of giggles.
When he saw them disappear, Francis thought they were off to some mischief somewhere else, and was relieved... and a bit disappointed at the same time, because Faith could be a brat, and she WAS, but she was sweet, and he loved her a lot after all. As soon as they got back, though, he was sure that wasn’t the end of it. He watched them sitting in the back seat giggling away like they always did and shook his head. "Hey you two... behave," he threatened, glaring at them, then shouted. "Five o’clock ride starting! Everyone on board!"
The girls swallowed their laughter as the ride started. It was perfect, not too many people on the train but enough to where they could get away with their evil plot without being seen... hopefully. They waved at all the passer-byes as they went around the park, finally heading to the very back where it was just a huge green field, and finally, a tunnel! The tunnel was the greatest part, it was where the kids always screamed and for a split second you actually thought someone was going to grab a hold of you. For Faith and Deanna, though, it was when they would try the ultimate: switching seats. The train neared the tunnel and the girls braced themselves, standing up slightly. And finally, the first hint of darkness hit, and although it was broad daylight outside, aside from the few clouds and the rain, it was still kind of bright in the tunnel. For only a minute they doubted if they’d do it, but then they both stood up, hopped over the seats, and that was that... they were out of the tunnel in different spots, and both giggling hysterically, and mostly Faith because she managed to slip on the seat and land flat on her rear end.
When they got out of the tunnel, Francis looked in the mirror on his left like he was used to by now, to ensure all passengers were doing all right and that there was no other danger in sight. Nothing was out of the ordinary after all... except for the fact that Faith and Deanna weren’t quite at their respective seats anymore. He was sure Deanna had rode the train in the very back seat and Faith was in front of her, but now it was the other way around. He was puzzled for a second, then turned back and caught Faith’s eye, casting her a glare and mouthing: "what the hell are you doing??"
When Faith noticed that Francis was looking at them, she kind of turned away, gazing at the landscape around Hamel’s Amusement Park. It would be in her best interest to hurry out of the train area when the ride was over. Deanna turned around to face her. "I think Francis saw us," she said.
Faith nodded. "I think so, too." The train began to pull into its depot and the girls prepared to run off, right after the train made a complete stop of course, because that’s what Francis was blaring over the intercom thing.
And as soon as he finished talking and had stopped the train and turned off its electrical engine, he hopped down from the seat and walked to the very back, where the girls were trying to get away as quick as they could. "Faith, Deanna!" he boomed, not caring at all about who else might hear. As he approached them, though, he lowered his voice and said: "What was that you were doing? You know you’re not supposed to stand while the train is moving, let alone to switch seats, let alone in the dark tunnel!"
He was not exactly angry, more like genuinely worried, even though his face was probably flushed with anger by now.
Faith rubbed her bum where she had slipped from the wet seats. "Sorry, Francis, no idea what you’re talking about," she said, playing her innocent act, yet in very much pain.
"Oh you do know what I’m talking about... why are you rubbing your rear, then?" he said, hands on his hips. "Isn’t it because you accidentally bumped it somewhere, hmm?"
She was going to say that she still felt what had happened the week before, which was a lie, but stopped as she opened her mouth, realising that there were people around watching her, and she blushed instead. "Yeah, uh, must’ve hit something," she said, shrugging.
"Yeah well must’ve hit something while you were doing what you were not supposed to be doing," Francis remarked, again. He took Faith away from the crowd, and spoke in an undertone, his heart pounding a bit faster now... there was something incredibly appealing to that all, whatever that was. "Listen, I’ve had enough of you breaking rules. Faith, be good now, or I’ll give you a reason to rub your backside," he hinted, and none too subtly at all.
Faith nodded, her own heart thumping like crazy. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, hoping that Deanna wasn’t listening like usual. "Sorry, Francis!" she said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and ran off. "Phew, that was close!" she said.
Deanna nodded. "Yeah, it was... Let’s stay away from there for a while, he’s probably not too pleased with us." Faith nodded and they headed for some other rides, playing in the rain and splashing each other with the water, until finally, the lack of people caused so much boredom that she HAD to entertain herself. "Hey, Deanna, let’s go ride the train again... and instead of switching seats, let’s just jump off in the tunnel and go exploring." That part of the train ride was located in a semi-wooded area, and no telling what kinds of spiffy things they could find. Thus, the two girls went back to the train station, trying to keep their giggles under control... even if Deanna didn’t feel like it was such a great idea.
Again, Francis couldn’t quite understand what went through his mind as he threatened Faith with another spanking. Just like the other week, he hoped she would listen and be good, and he also hoped she would disobey and just give him a reason. He wanted her to behave and not do anything dangerous, because he loved her and cared for her, but also wanted her to get in trouble so he could pull her panties down and spank her like the child that she was. The more he played with that image in his mind, the more he would be obsessed by it, though, so he just focused on his job and stuck to that for awhile... until the dynamic duo came back, for the 7pm ride, and he saw them riding again. He threw them a meaningful look as he started the engine once again.
As the train went through the park, Deanna took particular notice to the fact that Francis was staring at them through the mirror an awful lot. Faith noticed it, too, but she didn’t pay any attention. She was going to jump off of the train if it was the last thing she did! By the time they neared the tunnel, Deanna was having second thoughts. "I dunno, Faith," she groaned. "What if they kick us out of the park? They’ve done that before, you know?"
"They won’t kick us out," Faith promised, seeing the tunnel come closer. She put her hand out in the open to catch a few drops. "Besides, Francis wouldn’t do that."
Deanna digested what her friend had said, but decided, no, she wouldn’t do it. It was too risky. "I don’t want you to think I’m bailing.." she began but Faith cut her off.
"No, don’t worry about it," she said. "I’ll jump by myself and it’ll be fine." Secretly she was actually *happy* that Deanna was too chicken to go with her. That meant if she got in trouble she’d get in trouble alone and she DID want all of Francis’s attention. Even if it was in getting a spanking. The tunnel came closer and closer, and finally they were there and the kids started screaming and Faith jumped off, standing closely to the wall... and then light appeared again and Deanna was alone, smiling sheepishly.
Of course, this time the difference in the mirror was even more noticeable: Francis had been waiting quite eagerly for the train to exit the tunnel, just to see what would happen this time. And as he looked and no longer saw Faith, but only Deanna, looking straight back at him through the mirror and acting as guilty as one could be, he figured Faith had been up to something, and that that something wasn’t being good. He immediately stopped the train, much to the other kids’ whining, and ran to the back seats, stopping aside Deanna and towering over her. "Where is she?" he asked in a no-nonsense tone, a meaningful, menacing glare in his eyes. His heart was thumping wildly by now and his stomach was tied in the tightest knot ever.
Deanna gulped. "I-I dunno..." she muttered.
Faith’s breathing had stopped as soon as the train halted. What the hell was Francis doing? Stopping the train? She’d better get the hell out of there and quick! She moved a little to see him talking to Deanna and tiptoed out the back way of the tunnel, then ran into the woods.
"You don’t know?" Francis said, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he turned towards the tunnel, only to catch a glimpse of Faith’s bright green shorts and shirt as the girl ran away into the woods, which was not off limits, but definitely was if you went in there after getting down the train, which was a major no-no. Luck had it that Craig, one of the other workers, was around; having seen the train stop for no reason, he had wondered why and had run to it. "Can you take it back to the station? A kid’s run away," Francis just said. After Craig nodded, he turned to Deanna: "You wait for me at the train station," he barked, and then ran off towards the woods. "Faith Annalise McClane, come here THIS INSTANT!" he screamed.
Faith gulped. Come here this instant also meant run away, now! She ran as fast as her little 12 year old legs would carry her, dodging trees and sticks and other things.
Well, Francis hadn’t really expected that simple command to work, so he set off on a chase, and being the athletic type he was, he soon was in sight of Faith. "Faith, I told you to stop and come here, I want to talk!" he yelled. He sure hoped she would comply, because if he had to grab her, it would be worse for her.
She looked back and saw him gaining up on her. Talk? Yeah right! Talk to her bottom is more like it! She wasn’t falling for that. She still ran, trying to catch site of some people, some rides, or the parking lot! Anywhere to get out of being caught.
Shaking his head seeing that she didn’t want to comply, Francis ran faster, sprinting with all the speed he could muster. Unfortunately for Faith, that was some speed, and soon he was able to reach for her and grab the hem of her T-shirt. He tackled her to the ground, holding her so she wouldn’t hurt herself falling, but still restraining her movements.
"I thought... I said... STOP!" he panted, breathing heavily.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, though not loud enough for anyone to hear her except him. She didn’t know why she was struggling so much, kicking at him and trying to get away. After all, this was what she wanted: his full attention and another trip to his car. She didn’t know *why* she wanted it, but she did, and for some reason, she still kicked at him, finally whacking him in the shin and trying to get away again.
"You settle down right down, young lady!" he boomed as loud as he could, practically screaming again. Even though she was petite and he was rather well-built for his age, he still had one heck of a trouble restraining her; he tried to grab her little flailing arms and legs, but nothing quite seemed to work, so in the end, desperately, he reached for her shorts-clad behind and planted two quick, hard smacks on it. "ENOUGH!"
"OUCH!" she screamed, debating on whether or not to bite him because he was holding onto her and she wanted him to let go. Finally, she stopped trying to get loose and just lay there, trying to catch her breath. "Lemme goooo!" she whined.
Francis could finally catch his breath after such a long run, and loosened his grip on her a bit. Sweating profusely, he leaned back against a fallen trunk, still holding her lithe body against his. "What the HELL do you think you were doing, Faith?..." he panted out. "That was the most dangerous, stupid thing I’ve ever seen you do..."
"You haven’t seen me do many things then, have you?" she said, glaring at him and poking her lower lip out in a pout.
He shook his head at that, as by now it was quite clear she had been planning the whole thing all along. "What’s wrong with you, Faith? Did you think it was funny?... you scared the shit outta me."
"Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny."
Again Francis shook his head, not believing his ears. "But WHY?" he asked, shocked.
"Give me a break. Geeze, Francis, stop being such a hardass. I was just having fun."
"Hardass... I’m worrying about you... trying to keep you in check... and you ‘hardass’ me?" he said, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. Though his heart was still beating, and not from the run, there was a look of hurt and disappointment on his face.
Faith toned down a bit. There was this really guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach... she had let him down, and he was really disappointed in her. She regretted ever calling him any type of name, ever jumping off the train in the first place... "I’m sorry," she muttered, looking deep into his eyes. "I’m so sorry.." She nearly began crying and just hugged him tightly, hoping that he’d find it in his heart to forgive her.
At first, Francis was very tempted to break the hug and send her on her way, because he was feeling hurt in the first place. He could not understand why she would do something like that in the first place, why she seemed to be always provoking him. Unless... well... she knew she would be spanked, so... no, it wasn’t possible. Not Faith. And it couldn’t have been that simple. Shaking his head, Francis hugged her back. "Little girl, you’re going to be VERY sorry indeed," was all he could say, exhausted.
Faith rested her head on his chest while he had his arms around her and she never felt so safe and content... never in her life. She knew that Francis was a really good friend and she could count on him... he was always looking out for her. Why’d she have to go and upset him like that? Why’d she have to go and make everyone that she cared so much about hate her? She listened to his heart pound inside his chest and knew what was coming next and she wasn’t sure if the feeling inside her dreaded it or looked forward to it. "Does that mean we’re taking a trip out to your car in a little while?" she asked in a weak voice.
Despite all the anger, the worry, the disappointment and hurt, he still found it in his heart to kiss the top of her head and to rub her back. He loved this girl-child, she had always been important to him and she was getting even more so now, and only partly due to the change in their habits. He shook his head, though, and announced: "No way... parking lot’s too far... we’re going to take care of that right here," he said, after a quick glance around told him there was no-one in sight or within earshot.
Faith stopped breathing and pulled away. "R-right here?" she stammered, biting her lower lip. "But Francis... what if somebody comes back here? They’ll hear? Besides, it’s gonna rain again.." she said, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.
"Then it’ll just extinguish the fire in your bottom, because it’s going to burn in a minute..." he said, trying not to sound too threatening, and yet being quite firm. "You’ve really done it this time, little one."
Faith felt this pang inside her, something she couldn’t describe. With his words she had some weird feeling inside of her... and her heart began beating louder and she had to try her hardest not to grin. She nodded instead. "Okay... if you say so," she said, lying her head back down, hoping to prolong this as long as possible.
Francis didn’t quite know what to think about that all, but one thing he was certain of: Faith’s misbehaviour needed to be dealt with right away. There would be time for talking, explanations and considerations afterwards. So he stood up and sat on the low fallen tree trunk, his feet well on the grass, his thighs parallel to ground, and he beckoned her over:
"You know the drill, Faith. In front of me."
"But..." she began, then caught his warning glare and stuck her lower lip out again, then stood up in front of him, giving him this adorable puppy face with her big blue eyes.
"No, Faith, you know what I told you last time, don’t you?..." he scolded. "And I thought that one reminder was enough, but apparently it wasn’t."
Francis understood that if he didn’t quit the talking, she never would. That was her plan in the first place, to try and make it as long as possible. So he just leaned forward and started unzipping and unbuttoning her tight shorts.
"Noooooo," she whined. "Not on the bare pleaseeeeee."
"All spankings are on your bare little bottom," he announced, and worked her jean-shorts down to her knees. "I’m giving you the chance to get over my lap BEFORE I pull your panties down. No whining, Faith, or I’ll do that now."
She bit her lower lip to keep from whining. How could he expect her to just take her spanking like that? Obviously he did, and she didn’t want him to see anything he shouldn’t, so she hurriedly pulled herself over his knee, trying to steady herself, but not quite sure how. So she left that up to him.
Not quite the experienced spanker, but still knowing how to handle it, Francis positioned her body across his lap so that neither hands nor feet touched the ground, and her panty-clad behind was upturned and facing the sky. He quickly peeled her underwear down to her knees, where they joined her shorts and everything fell to her ankles, leaving her bare from the belly-button down. Then he circled her waist with his arm and got ready to start.
Faith winced and closed her eyes, preparing herself. She decided that she might as well say something for herself before he began. "Francis?" she said, lying there motionless. "I’m sorry for disappointing you. I just wanted to jump off and go exploring. I’m sorry.. I didn’t know it was that bad of a thing to do."
He would not believe that, not in a million years: she had been warned about that countless times, and everyone who was a regular at Hamels knew that. Still, he decided he’d better not remark that now and say she was a liar, so he just nodded. "Very well. I’m sure you won’t want to do it again, though," and with that he started with a loud SMACK!
Faith winced and that feeling inside of her that she couldn’t describe spread through her body. She groaned with the spank, trying to find a place to put her hands so she wouldn’t reach back. She knew that Francis hadn’t liked it last time she did it.
Unbeknownst to her, Francis was having that feeling just as well, and prayed she wouldn’t somehow notice. He concentrated just on the spanking, and whacked her small, slightly chubby bottom again, seeing the flesh bounce with the smacks. He soon got into a rhythm and spanked quite hard, and at a fast pace.
Faith squealed with pain. This was totally harder than the last spanking and she wasn’t expecting it to hurt as much. Before she knew it, she was kicking her legs and flailing her arms and crying and wailing and begging him to stop. "Owwwwww, Francisssssss, thattttt h-hurtssssssss!!!!" she whined.
Ignoring her pleas, Francis continued to spank a bright pink blush into her bare cheeks. "You will NOT SPANK! do such a thing SPANK! ever again SPANK! There are rules SPANK! Faith Annalise SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! and you must respect them SPANK! that you like it or not." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He scolded sternly and clearly as he spanked, knowing that would reinforce the message.
"Owwwwwwieeeessssssss!!!!" she whined, still kicking and squirming. "Owwww, I know there’s rulessss I’llll be goooooood."
Francis took a firmer grip of her body and spanked away, noticing her cheeks starting to become dark pink, and thus moving to her sit-spot. "You’d better be SPANK! because you won’t SPANK! forget this one spanking SPANK! anytime soon." SPANK!
With the firmer grip and the spanking of the sit spots, Faith could barely contain herself. This spanking was hurting A LOT more than the last one and she couldn’t stay still or keep it down at all. She didn’t care anymore if anyone saw, she just wanted him to stop and she couldn’t even tell him that because she was yelping and crying too much.
Seeing how it was indeed having an effect, Francis kept it up, peppering her cheeks and sit-spots and start of thighs with his hand. But it didn’t last long, because he meant to teach her a good lesson this time and decided to limit the "warm-up" to that, so he stopped and released his grip. "Up you get, Faith, I’m not through with you yet."
He took a deep breath as he said this, not quite sure himself whether what he was going to do was a good idea or not... but he figured it would... and then he just couldn’t help it.
Faith stood, forgetting her modesty and letting her hands instantly fling to her bottom as opposed to other places that she might want to cover up. She was crying like crazy and couldn’t stop because it hurt so much. "I’m s-s-soorrrryyyyyy," she whined then gulped. "Pleaseeee noooo m-moreeeee."
"I’m sorry too, babygirl," he said, in a softer tone now and using her favourite nickname, "but this lesson you must learn the hard way, and this is going to be hard." He stood from the trunk then, hoping his own embarrassment would be contained, and started to unbuckle his belt right in front of her very eyes.
"Noooooooooooooo," Faith whined, still rubbing her throbbing rear end but letting more tears escape from her eyes. She moved back a little. "Noooooo, Francisssss I’mmm sorry!!!"
He knew he couldn’t really expect her to fully co-operate this time, so Francis just outstretched his hand and reached for her wrist, gently drawing her to him. "Yes Faith, a few lashes of my belt on your bare bottom will show you what’s in store for you if you act up again," he explained in a calm, soothing voice. "I want you to bend over the trunk."
How could he be acting like that! Like it was nothing, getting spanked with a belt. She couldn’t do it... couldn’t bend over the trunk and take her own fate, something she knew she had coming towards her. "Noooooo," she whined again. "Pleaseeeeeee don’t," she begged, still crying.
Francis sighed and pulled her towards the trunk, still gently but in a firmer way now. "I said bend over the trunk, Faith, come on. Don’t let me do it for you. You know you get spanked harder if you don’t co-operate," he reminded her, and he meant it: as much as he loved her, he just couldn’t stand it when she whined and refused to do as told.
She whined louder, cried more, then did as he told her, bending over the trunk with her bare red bottom high in the air. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists.
Taking yet another deep breath, Francis approached her and pushed down on the small of her back with his free hand, then raised the belt with the other and aimed at her upended derriere, already quite flushed from the handspanking and about to be much redder.
CRACK He laid down the first lash, not hard, but not a love pat either.
Faith yelped in pain and couldn’t help but letting her hands fly back to grab her bottom where he’d just hit. She quivered and shook furiously, still crying, and finally, without being told, got back into position.
... right the second before Francis was going to tell her off for grabbing her backside. He wouldn’t add extra smacks or anything, this being the first whipping in her young life, but he would have still scolded her for it. Again he raised the belt and laid the second lash, CRACK!
Faith shrieked again, crying so loudly and uncontrollably. "OWWWWWW!!!! I’m s-sorrrryyyyyyyy, F-Francissssss... Pleaseeee no moreee!!!"
"I don’t want you CRACK! ever even thinking CRACK! about doing such a thing CRACK! ever again, Faith." With four more loud belt lashes to her cherry red bottom, he finished the spanking, but he made those count so she wouldn’t forget and hopefully would be afraid of the belt in the future. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Faith yelped and shrieked and cried with each spank that was applied to her bum and when it was over she was crying so loudly she couldn’t even hear her heart thumping inside her chest, and believe me, it was thumping loudly. She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even move or speak. She couldn’t do anything but lie there limply, body shaking all over.
Francis was very sorry to see her like that, sobs wrecking her little body and making her shake, but he knew he had done the right thing. And his heart was thumping wildly as well: it had been something to think about thoroughly, and carefully. To keep his mind off her crying and yelling, he focused on putting the belt back into its loops, then eventually approached her and helped her up and into his hug. "There, there... it’s over, honey."
She buried her head into his chest, sobbing fiercely. She tried to mutter apologies but it just wouldn’t work. She was crying too hard to speak.
"Shh shh, it’s okay, cry it all out," he kept telling her, trying to be reassured. His eyes fell on her bare behind, and noticed how red it was. On one hand, he thought that perhaps he had been too strict on her; on the other, it was the cutest sight he’d ever seen.
She made an attempt to calm down, and finally after a few minutes of standing like that, she was able to apologize to him one final time and pull away from the hug. "I’m sorry, Francis," she said, wiping her eyes.
"Aww... I know you are, you just made a mistake and needed to be punished. I still love you very much, kiddo," he reassured her with a smile, wiping some hair off her sweaty forehead and drying the tears on her cheeks.
She smiled slightly and nodded. "I know," she muttered, then reached down to pull her pants and panties back up. She took a deep breath in, wincing as the material touched her flesh. Finally, she figured that she was ready to get out of the woods, go into the bathroom and wash her face or something. But instead of saying anything, she just waited.
Francis reached for her and circled her shoulders with his arm, then started to walk towards the parking lot and the public stalls. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, I am," she said, rubbing her bottom. "It just hurts, that’s all."
He smiled and kissed her head. "Okay then. I could say it’s supposed to hurt but I’m sure you know all about it already," he added with a wink.
She walked with him for a few minutes, thinking about what to say next. She wanted to admit that she kind of liked being spanked, but couldn’t muster the guts to say it. Finally, she spat out, "Deanna’s not in trouble, is she? She didn’t do anything. She was too scared to jump off the train."
Smiling again, he patted her shoulders. "No, she’s not in trouble, because she had the sense not to do that," he said, teasing her. "But tell her that if she ever does something like that, I’ll attend to her bottom too."
Faith suppressed her anger. No, she’d never let Francis spank her friend, too. He was only allowed to spank her.. Geeze! What’s wrong with me? she thought. I’m acting like I own him! She shook her head to get the thoughts out of her mind. "Yeah, I’ll tell her," she said, seeing that they’d finally reached the train station that was close to the bathrooms. She looked up at Francis.
"All right..." the boy said, arching his eyebrows. Though she hadn’t voiced her thoughts, they still quite showed on her face and act, in the form of some embarrassment and uncertainty. It was like having mentioned spanking Deanna was a cold shower to Faith, and he wondered why. Walking up to the station, Francis spotted the bathrooms and told Faith she could go wash her face and refresh if she wanted to.
She nodded and hobbled towards the bathrooms, catching Deanna’s eye and mouthing for her to wait a sec, that she had to pee. She went to the bathroom and washed her face, then felt her warm bottom again. She smiled into the mirror. Francis cared about her and that was so cool. But when he spanked her it felt great, and she wasn’t sure why... didn’t really care if she did know why. Finally, she pushed the door open and met Deanna back at the train station to prepare for their lecture about train safety.
Francis was waiting with Deanna right there, and had already started lecturing her, in quite an angry tone. He softened his voice though when he saw Faith, because she had been punished already and didn’t need to be spoken to harshly. "... I want you two girls to know exactly what you can and you can’t do, because to switch places like that was dangerous, and so was jumping off the train, and Faith learned that the hard way," he added, looking in her eyes for a second, not sure whether he should say she was spanked in front of Deanna or not.
Faith blushed, trying to tell Francis not to let Deanna know about the spanking because she didn’t want to be hassled with it nor did she want Deanna to express the same interest and take her "big brother" away! She didn’t know if the message was getting through to him or not... but hopefully by learning it the hard way, Deanna thought he meant something like, uh, she hurt herself?
"I mean, she fell in the woods and fell down on her bottom and back, she was lucky she didn’t get anything broken," he said, catching the glimpse in her eyes and hoping he was doing the right thing. He invented that about falling on her bottom so Deanna wouldn’t question as to why Faith kept rubbing it from time to time. "In any event, I want you two to behave from now on, and that’s an order, is that clear, girls?" he resumed in a no-nonsense tone.
Deanna nodded, tired out from having to stand there all that time and wait for him. She looked at Faith who said, "yes sir!" in a very bratty tone then saluted him. Faith didn’t know why she did it, but she smiled anyway figuring that Francis would get a kick out of it.
And a kick he did get, and almost felt like turning her around and spank her again just for that... but of course he didn’t. He would never admit it, to himself or to her, that he loved it when she acted that bratty. Instead he just shook his head, smiling and said: "Yeah right... okay, well, that was the day’s last ride. How about I take you two home now, hmm?"
The girls nodded and Faith was still rubbing her bottom, but it had been one long day and one memorable experience, and she’d definitely write about it in her diary... though she’d have to find a super hiding place so nobody else would read it. Finally she hugged Francis once again, whispered "thanks" in his ear, then headed out of the park.
HAVE FAITH - Seven o'clock Ride
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
It was a lovely Saturday summer afternoon and black clouds covered the blue sky. Faith was loving it more than ever, especially after being at Hamel’s for an hour and a half and managing to *not* get in trouble yet. It had been nearly a week since her episode with Francis, and she hadn’t pissed him off since then. Which was weird, especially for her. Nonetheless, she still ran through the park, teasing the little kids and doing dumb things, and when it rained, she did even more dumb things! That’s why she was glad that it was sprinkling a little. There weren’t many people at the park and she could get more attention from her worker friends. After all, that IS what she wanted. So she and Deanna strolled towards the train station where Francis sat aboard, almost ready to take off.
"Heya, sexy," Faith teased, giggling with Deanna as they waited in line for the next ride.
Busy with sorting out a bunch of new passes for the day, Francis looked up and saw the two pre-teens strolling towards him, and smiled as they came. "Hey cuties... what are you up to?" he said. The memory of the "affair" with Faith from last week was still very vivid in his mind, and although he had managed not to give it too much thinking, he still found himself wondering what -- and if -- she would come up with next. She had been an angel for all those days, so perhaps, but just perhaps, that little spanking had straightened her out.
Straightened her out? Yeah right! Faith had tons of plans for the day, even had a few practical jokes in mind for Francis, but didn’t want to waste all of her good stunts in one day. "Same stuffers," Faith said, sitting on the rail and disregarding the sign that said in big letters "PLEASE DO NOT SIT ON THE RAIL!" Who actually read those signs? "Are ya gonna stand there all day or take the damn passengers out for their ride so we can get OUR ride?" Faith asked, taking a sip of Dr. Pepper.
Francis grimaced at her attitude, while inside he went like "uh oh... someone’s up for being bratty today". Shaking his head but still smiling he walked up to her and patted her back to get her off the rail. "I’m going to start the ride at three o’clock, and it’s two minutes short of that yet, toddlers," he teased, nudging her and Deanna.
"Fine," Faith said. "Well then we’ll just go ride a, um, better ride!" she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully and grinning. "See ya next ride." She hopped off of the rail and grabbed hands with Deanna and they scurried off to the roller coaster, had a few rides, then went back to the train, noticing that their two reserved back seats weren’t taken. It was a small train, very narrow and Deanna and Faith hated sitting in the same seat; not enough butt room. So they helped themselves to opening the gate and running to their seats, collapsing into a fit of giggles.
When he saw them disappear, Francis thought they were off to some mischief somewhere else, and was relieved... and a bit disappointed at the same time, because Faith could be a brat, and she WAS, but she was sweet, and he loved her a lot after all. As soon as they got back, though, he was sure that wasn’t the end of it. He watched them sitting in the back seat giggling away like they always did and shook his head. "Hey you two... behave," he threatened, glaring at them, then shouted. "Five o’clock ride starting! Everyone on board!"
The girls swallowed their laughter as the ride started. It was perfect, not too many people on the train but enough to where they could get away with their evil plot without being seen... hopefully. They waved at all the passer-byes as they went around the park, finally heading to the very back where it was just a huge green field, and finally, a tunnel! The tunnel was the greatest part, it was where the kids always screamed and for a split second you actually thought someone was going to grab a hold of you. For Faith and Deanna, though, it was when they would try the ultimate: switching seats. The train neared the tunnel and the girls braced themselves, standing up slightly. And finally, the first hint of darkness hit, and although it was broad daylight outside, aside from the few clouds and the rain, it was still kind of bright in the tunnel. For only a minute they doubted if they’d do it, but then they both stood up, hopped over the seats, and that was that... they were out of the tunnel in different spots, and both giggling hysterically, and mostly Faith because she managed to slip on the seat and land flat on her rear end.
When they got out of the tunnel, Francis looked in the mirror on his left like he was used to by now, to ensure all passengers were doing all right and that there was no other danger in sight. Nothing was out of the ordinary after all... except for the fact that Faith and Deanna weren’t quite at their respective seats anymore. He was sure Deanna had rode the train in the very back seat and Faith was in front of her, but now it was the other way around. He was puzzled for a second, then turned back and caught Faith’s eye, casting her a glare and mouthing: "what the hell are you doing??"
When Faith noticed that Francis was looking at them, she kind of turned away, gazing at the landscape around Hamel’s Amusement Park. It would be in her best interest to hurry out of the train area when the ride was over. Deanna turned around to face her. "I think Francis saw us," she said.
Faith nodded. "I think so, too." The train began to pull into its depot and the girls prepared to run off, right after the train made a complete stop of course, because that’s what Francis was blaring over the intercom thing.
And as soon as he finished talking and had stopped the train and turned off its electrical engine, he hopped down from the seat and walked to the very back, where the girls were trying to get away as quick as they could. "Faith, Deanna!" he boomed, not caring at all about who else might hear. As he approached them, though, he lowered his voice and said: "What was that you were doing? You know you’re not supposed to stand while the train is moving, let alone to switch seats, let alone in the dark tunnel!"
He was not exactly angry, more like genuinely worried, even though his face was probably flushed with anger by now.
Faith rubbed her bum where she had slipped from the wet seats. "Sorry, Francis, no idea what you’re talking about," she said, playing her innocent act, yet in very much pain.
"Oh you do know what I’m talking about... why are you rubbing your rear, then?" he said, hands on his hips. "Isn’t it because you accidentally bumped it somewhere, hmm?"
She was going to say that she still felt what had happened the week before, which was a lie, but stopped as she opened her mouth, realising that there were people around watching her, and she blushed instead. "Yeah, uh, must’ve hit something," she said, shrugging.
"Yeah well must’ve hit something while you were doing what you were not supposed to be doing," Francis remarked, again. He took Faith away from the crowd, and spoke in an undertone, his heart pounding a bit faster now... there was something incredibly appealing to that all, whatever that was. "Listen, I’ve had enough of you breaking rules. Faith, be good now, or I’ll give you a reason to rub your backside," he hinted, and none too subtly at all.
Faith nodded, her own heart thumping like crazy. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, hoping that Deanna wasn’t listening like usual. "Sorry, Francis!" she said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and ran off. "Phew, that was close!" she said.
Deanna nodded. "Yeah, it was... Let’s stay away from there for a while, he’s probably not too pleased with us." Faith nodded and they headed for some other rides, playing in the rain and splashing each other with the water, until finally, the lack of people caused so much boredom that she HAD to entertain herself. "Hey, Deanna, let’s go ride the train again... and instead of switching seats, let’s just jump off in the tunnel and go exploring." That part of the train ride was located in a semi-wooded area, and no telling what kinds of spiffy things they could find. Thus, the two girls went back to the train station, trying to keep their giggles under control... even if Deanna didn’t feel like it was such a great idea.
Again, Francis couldn’t quite understand what went through his mind as he threatened Faith with another spanking. Just like the other week, he hoped she would listen and be good, and he also hoped she would disobey and just give him a reason. He wanted her to behave and not do anything dangerous, because he loved her and cared for her, but also wanted her to get in trouble so he could pull her panties down and spank her like the child that she was. The more he played with that image in his mind, the more he would be obsessed by it, though, so he just focused on his job and stuck to that for awhile... until the dynamic duo came back, for the 7pm ride, and he saw them riding again. He threw them a meaningful look as he started the engine once again.
As the train went through the park, Deanna took particular notice to the fact that Francis was staring at them through the mirror an awful lot. Faith noticed it, too, but she didn’t pay any attention. She was going to jump off of the train if it was the last thing she did! By the time they neared the tunnel, Deanna was having second thoughts. "I dunno, Faith," she groaned. "What if they kick us out of the park? They’ve done that before, you know?"
"They won’t kick us out," Faith promised, seeing the tunnel come closer. She put her hand out in the open to catch a few drops. "Besides, Francis wouldn’t do that."
Deanna digested what her friend had said, but decided, no, she wouldn’t do it. It was too risky. "I don’t want you to think I’m bailing.." she began but Faith cut her off.
"No, don’t worry about it," she said. "I’ll jump by myself and it’ll be fine." Secretly she was actually *happy* that Deanna was too chicken to go with her. That meant if she got in trouble she’d get in trouble alone and she DID want all of Francis’s attention. Even if it was in getting a spanking. The tunnel came closer and closer, and finally they were there and the kids started screaming and Faith jumped off, standing closely to the wall... and then light appeared again and Deanna was alone, smiling sheepishly.
Of course, this time the difference in the mirror was even more noticeable: Francis had been waiting quite eagerly for the train to exit the tunnel, just to see what would happen this time. And as he looked and no longer saw Faith, but only Deanna, looking straight back at him through the mirror and acting as guilty as one could be, he figured Faith had been up to something, and that that something wasn’t being good. He immediately stopped the train, much to the other kids’ whining, and ran to the back seats, stopping aside Deanna and towering over her. "Where is she?" he asked in a no-nonsense tone, a meaningful, menacing glare in his eyes. His heart was thumping wildly by now and his stomach was tied in the tightest knot ever.
Deanna gulped. "I-I dunno..." she muttered.
Faith’s breathing had stopped as soon as the train halted. What the hell was Francis doing? Stopping the train? She’d better get the hell out of there and quick! She moved a little to see him talking to Deanna and tiptoed out the back way of the tunnel, then ran into the woods.
"You don’t know?" Francis said, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he turned towards the tunnel, only to catch a glimpse of Faith’s bright green shorts and shirt as the girl ran away into the woods, which was not off limits, but definitely was if you went in there after getting down the train, which was a major no-no. Luck had it that Craig, one of the other workers, was around; having seen the train stop for no reason, he had wondered why and had run to it. "Can you take it back to the station? A kid’s run away," Francis just said. After Craig nodded, he turned to Deanna: "You wait for me at the train station," he barked, and then ran off towards the woods. "Faith Annalise McClane, come here THIS INSTANT!" he screamed.
Faith gulped. Come here this instant also meant run away, now! She ran as fast as her little 12 year old legs would carry her, dodging trees and sticks and other things.
Well, Francis hadn’t really expected that simple command to work, so he set off on a chase, and being the athletic type he was, he soon was in sight of Faith. "Faith, I told you to stop and come here, I want to talk!" he yelled. He sure hoped she would comply, because if he had to grab her, it would be worse for her.
She looked back and saw him gaining up on her. Talk? Yeah right! Talk to her bottom is more like it! She wasn’t falling for that. She still ran, trying to catch site of some people, some rides, or the parking lot! Anywhere to get out of being caught.
Shaking his head seeing that she didn’t want to comply, Francis ran faster, sprinting with all the speed he could muster. Unfortunately for Faith, that was some speed, and soon he was able to reach for her and grab the hem of her T-shirt. He tackled her to the ground, holding her so she wouldn’t hurt herself falling, but still restraining her movements.
"I thought... I said... STOP!" he panted, breathing heavily.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, though not loud enough for anyone to hear her except him. She didn’t know why she was struggling so much, kicking at him and trying to get away. After all, this was what she wanted: his full attention and another trip to his car. She didn’t know *why* she wanted it, but she did, and for some reason, she still kicked at him, finally whacking him in the shin and trying to get away again.
"You settle down right down, young lady!" he boomed as loud as he could, practically screaming again. Even though she was petite and he was rather well-built for his age, he still had one heck of a trouble restraining her; he tried to grab her little flailing arms and legs, but nothing quite seemed to work, so in the end, desperately, he reached for her shorts-clad behind and planted two quick, hard smacks on it. "ENOUGH!"
"OUCH!" she screamed, debating on whether or not to bite him because he was holding onto her and she wanted him to let go. Finally, she stopped trying to get loose and just lay there, trying to catch her breath. "Lemme goooo!" she whined.
Francis could finally catch his breath after such a long run, and loosened his grip on her a bit. Sweating profusely, he leaned back against a fallen trunk, still holding her lithe body against his. "What the HELL do you think you were doing, Faith?..." he panted out. "That was the most dangerous, stupid thing I’ve ever seen you do..."
"You haven’t seen me do many things then, have you?" she said, glaring at him and poking her lower lip out in a pout.
He shook his head at that, as by now it was quite clear she had been planning the whole thing all along. "What’s wrong with you, Faith? Did you think it was funny?... you scared the shit outta me."
"Yeah, I thought it was pretty funny."
Again Francis shook his head, not believing his ears. "But WHY?" he asked, shocked.
"Give me a break. Geeze, Francis, stop being such a hardass. I was just having fun."
"Hardass... I’m worrying about you... trying to keep you in check... and you ‘hardass’ me?" he said, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. Though his heart was still beating, and not from the run, there was a look of hurt and disappointment on his face.
Faith toned down a bit. There was this really guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach... she had let him down, and he was really disappointed in her. She regretted ever calling him any type of name, ever jumping off the train in the first place... "I’m sorry," she muttered, looking deep into his eyes. "I’m so sorry.." She nearly began crying and just hugged him tightly, hoping that he’d find it in his heart to forgive her.
At first, Francis was very tempted to break the hug and send her on her way, because he was feeling hurt in the first place. He could not understand why she would do something like that in the first place, why she seemed to be always provoking him. Unless... well... she knew she would be spanked, so... no, it wasn’t possible. Not Faith. And it couldn’t have been that simple. Shaking his head, Francis hugged her back. "Little girl, you’re going to be VERY sorry indeed," was all he could say, exhausted.
Faith rested her head on his chest while he had his arms around her and she never felt so safe and content... never in her life. She knew that Francis was a really good friend and she could count on him... he was always looking out for her. Why’d she have to go and upset him like that? Why’d she have to go and make everyone that she cared so much about hate her? She listened to his heart pound inside his chest and knew what was coming next and she wasn’t sure if the feeling inside her dreaded it or looked forward to it. "Does that mean we’re taking a trip out to your car in a little while?" she asked in a weak voice.
Despite all the anger, the worry, the disappointment and hurt, he still found it in his heart to kiss the top of her head and to rub her back. He loved this girl-child, she had always been important to him and she was getting even more so now, and only partly due to the change in their habits. He shook his head, though, and announced: "No way... parking lot’s too far... we’re going to take care of that right here," he said, after a quick glance around told him there was no-one in sight or within earshot.
Faith stopped breathing and pulled away. "R-right here?" she stammered, biting her lower lip. "But Francis... what if somebody comes back here? They’ll hear? Besides, it’s gonna rain again.." she said, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.
"Then it’ll just extinguish the fire in your bottom, because it’s going to burn in a minute..." he said, trying not to sound too threatening, and yet being quite firm. "You’ve really done it this time, little one."
Faith felt this pang inside her, something she couldn’t describe. With his words she had some weird feeling inside of her... and her heart began beating louder and she had to try her hardest not to grin. She nodded instead. "Okay... if you say so," she said, lying her head back down, hoping to prolong this as long as possible.
Francis didn’t quite know what to think about that all, but one thing he was certain of: Faith’s misbehaviour needed to be dealt with right away. There would be time for talking, explanations and considerations afterwards. So he stood up and sat on the low fallen tree trunk, his feet well on the grass, his thighs parallel to ground, and he beckoned her over:
"You know the drill, Faith. In front of me."
"But..." she began, then caught his warning glare and stuck her lower lip out again, then stood up in front of him, giving him this adorable puppy face with her big blue eyes.
"No, Faith, you know what I told you last time, don’t you?..." he scolded. "And I thought that one reminder was enough, but apparently it wasn’t."
Francis understood that if he didn’t quit the talking, she never would. That was her plan in the first place, to try and make it as long as possible. So he just leaned forward and started unzipping and unbuttoning her tight shorts.
"Noooooo," she whined. "Not on the bare pleaseeeeee."
"All spankings are on your bare little bottom," he announced, and worked her jean-shorts down to her knees. "I’m giving you the chance to get over my lap BEFORE I pull your panties down. No whining, Faith, or I’ll do that now."
She bit her lower lip to keep from whining. How could he expect her to just take her spanking like that? Obviously he did, and she didn’t want him to see anything he shouldn’t, so she hurriedly pulled herself over his knee, trying to steady herself, but not quite sure how. So she left that up to him.
Not quite the experienced spanker, but still knowing how to handle it, Francis positioned her body across his lap so that neither hands nor feet touched the ground, and her panty-clad behind was upturned and facing the sky. He quickly peeled her underwear down to her knees, where they joined her shorts and everything fell to her ankles, leaving her bare from the belly-button down. Then he circled her waist with his arm and got ready to start.
Faith winced and closed her eyes, preparing herself. She decided that she might as well say something for herself before he began. "Francis?" she said, lying there motionless. "I’m sorry for disappointing you. I just wanted to jump off and go exploring. I’m sorry.. I didn’t know it was that bad of a thing to do."
He would not believe that, not in a million years: she had been warned about that countless times, and everyone who was a regular at Hamels knew that. Still, he decided he’d better not remark that now and say she was a liar, so he just nodded. "Very well. I’m sure you won’t want to do it again, though," and with that he started with a loud SMACK!
Faith winced and that feeling inside of her that she couldn’t describe spread through her body. She groaned with the spank, trying to find a place to put her hands so she wouldn’t reach back. She knew that Francis hadn’t liked it last time she did it.
Unbeknownst to her, Francis was having that feeling just as well, and prayed she wouldn’t somehow notice. He concentrated just on the spanking, and whacked her small, slightly chubby bottom again, seeing the flesh bounce with the smacks. He soon got into a rhythm and spanked quite hard, and at a fast pace.
Faith squealed with pain. This was totally harder than the last spanking and she wasn’t expecting it to hurt as much. Before she knew it, she was kicking her legs and flailing her arms and crying and wailing and begging him to stop. "Owwwwww, Francisssssss, thattttt h-hurtssssssss!!!!" she whined.
Ignoring her pleas, Francis continued to spank a bright pink blush into her bare cheeks. "You will NOT SPANK! do such a thing SPANK! ever again SPANK! There are rules SPANK! Faith Annalise SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! and you must respect them SPANK! that you like it or not." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He scolded sternly and clearly as he spanked, knowing that would reinforce the message.
"Owwwwwwieeeessssssss!!!!" she whined, still kicking and squirming. "Owwww, I know there’s rulessss I’llll be goooooood."
Francis took a firmer grip of her body and spanked away, noticing her cheeks starting to become dark pink, and thus moving to her sit-spot. "You’d better be SPANK! because you won’t SPANK! forget this one spanking SPANK! anytime soon." SPANK!
With the firmer grip and the spanking of the sit spots, Faith could barely contain herself. This spanking was hurting A LOT more than the last one and she couldn’t stay still or keep it down at all. She didn’t care anymore if anyone saw, she just wanted him to stop and she couldn’t even tell him that because she was yelping and crying too much.
Seeing how it was indeed having an effect, Francis kept it up, peppering her cheeks and sit-spots and start of thighs with his hand. But it didn’t last long, because he meant to teach her a good lesson this time and decided to limit the "warm-up" to that, so he stopped and released his grip. "Up you get, Faith, I’m not through with you yet."
He took a deep breath as he said this, not quite sure himself whether what he was going to do was a good idea or not... but he figured it would... and then he just couldn’t help it.
Faith stood, forgetting her modesty and letting her hands instantly fling to her bottom as opposed to other places that she might want to cover up. She was crying like crazy and couldn’t stop because it hurt so much. "I’m s-s-soorrrryyyyyy," she whined then gulped. "Pleaseeee noooo m-moreeeee."
"I’m sorry too, babygirl," he said, in a softer tone now and using her favourite nickname, "but this lesson you must learn the hard way, and this is going to be hard." He stood from the trunk then, hoping his own embarrassment would be contained, and started to unbuckle his belt right in front of her very eyes.
"Noooooooooooooo," Faith whined, still rubbing her throbbing rear end but letting more tears escape from her eyes. She moved back a little. "Noooooo, Francisssss I’mmm sorry!!!"
He knew he couldn’t really expect her to fully co-operate this time, so Francis just outstretched his hand and reached for her wrist, gently drawing her to him. "Yes Faith, a few lashes of my belt on your bare bottom will show you what’s in store for you if you act up again," he explained in a calm, soothing voice. "I want you to bend over the trunk."
How could he be acting like that! Like it was nothing, getting spanked with a belt. She couldn’t do it... couldn’t bend over the trunk and take her own fate, something she knew she had coming towards her. "Noooooo," she whined again. "Pleaseeeeeee don’t," she begged, still crying.
Francis sighed and pulled her towards the trunk, still gently but in a firmer way now. "I said bend over the trunk, Faith, come on. Don’t let me do it for you. You know you get spanked harder if you don’t co-operate," he reminded her, and he meant it: as much as he loved her, he just couldn’t stand it when she whined and refused to do as told.
She whined louder, cried more, then did as he told her, bending over the trunk with her bare red bottom high in the air. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists.
Taking yet another deep breath, Francis approached her and pushed down on the small of her back with his free hand, then raised the belt with the other and aimed at her upended derriere, already quite flushed from the handspanking and about to be much redder.
CRACK He laid down the first lash, not hard, but not a love pat either.
Faith yelped in pain and couldn’t help but letting her hands fly back to grab her bottom where he’d just hit. She quivered and shook furiously, still crying, and finally, without being told, got back into position.
... right the second before Francis was going to tell her off for grabbing her backside. He wouldn’t add extra smacks or anything, this being the first whipping in her young life, but he would have still scolded her for it. Again he raised the belt and laid the second lash, CRACK!
Faith shrieked again, crying so loudly and uncontrollably. "OWWWWWW!!!! I’m s-sorrrryyyyyyyy, F-Francissssss... Pleaseeee no moreee!!!"
"I don’t want you CRACK! ever even thinking CRACK! about doing such a thing CRACK! ever again, Faith." With four more loud belt lashes to her cherry red bottom, he finished the spanking, but he made those count so she wouldn’t forget and hopefully would be afraid of the belt in the future. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Faith yelped and shrieked and cried with each spank that was applied to her bum and when it was over she was crying so loudly she couldn’t even hear her heart thumping inside her chest, and believe me, it was thumping loudly. She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even move or speak. She couldn’t do anything but lie there limply, body shaking all over.
Francis was very sorry to see her like that, sobs wrecking her little body and making her shake, but he knew he had done the right thing. And his heart was thumping wildly as well: it had been something to think about thoroughly, and carefully. To keep his mind off her crying and yelling, he focused on putting the belt back into its loops, then eventually approached her and helped her up and into his hug. "There, there... it’s over, honey."
She buried her head into his chest, sobbing fiercely. She tried to mutter apologies but it just wouldn’t work. She was crying too hard to speak.
"Shh shh, it’s okay, cry it all out," he kept telling her, trying to be reassured. His eyes fell on her bare behind, and noticed how red it was. On one hand, he thought that perhaps he had been too strict on her; on the other, it was the cutest sight he’d ever seen.
She made an attempt to calm down, and finally after a few minutes of standing like that, she was able to apologize to him one final time and pull away from the hug. "I’m sorry, Francis," she said, wiping her eyes.
"Aww... I know you are, you just made a mistake and needed to be punished. I still love you very much, kiddo," he reassured her with a smile, wiping some hair off her sweaty forehead and drying the tears on her cheeks.
She smiled slightly and nodded. "I know," she muttered, then reached down to pull her pants and panties back up. She took a deep breath in, wincing as the material touched her flesh. Finally, she figured that she was ready to get out of the woods, go into the bathroom and wash her face or something. But instead of saying anything, she just waited.
Francis reached for her and circled her shoulders with his arm, then started to walk towards the parking lot and the public stalls. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, I am," she said, rubbing her bottom. "It just hurts, that’s all."
He smiled and kissed her head. "Okay then. I could say it’s supposed to hurt but I’m sure you know all about it already," he added with a wink.
She walked with him for a few minutes, thinking about what to say next. She wanted to admit that she kind of liked being spanked, but couldn’t muster the guts to say it. Finally, she spat out, "Deanna’s not in trouble, is she? She didn’t do anything. She was too scared to jump off the train."
Smiling again, he patted her shoulders. "No, she’s not in trouble, because she had the sense not to do that," he said, teasing her. "But tell her that if she ever does something like that, I’ll attend to her bottom too."
Faith suppressed her anger. No, she’d never let Francis spank her friend, too. He was only allowed to spank her.. Geeze! What’s wrong with me? she thought. I’m acting like I own him! She shook her head to get the thoughts out of her mind. "Yeah, I’ll tell her," she said, seeing that they’d finally reached the train station that was close to the bathrooms. She looked up at Francis.
"All right..." the boy said, arching his eyebrows. Though she hadn’t voiced her thoughts, they still quite showed on her face and act, in the form of some embarrassment and uncertainty. It was like having mentioned spanking Deanna was a cold shower to Faith, and he wondered why. Walking up to the station, Francis spotted the bathrooms and told Faith she could go wash her face and refresh if she wanted to.
She nodded and hobbled towards the bathrooms, catching Deanna’s eye and mouthing for her to wait a sec, that she had to pee. She went to the bathroom and washed her face, then felt her warm bottom again. She smiled into the mirror. Francis cared about her and that was so cool. But when he spanked her it felt great, and she wasn’t sure why... didn’t really care if she did know why. Finally, she pushed the door open and met Deanna back at the train station to prepare for their lecture about train safety.
Francis was waiting with Deanna right there, and had already started lecturing her, in quite an angry tone. He softened his voice though when he saw Faith, because she had been punished already and didn’t need to be spoken to harshly. "... I want you two girls to know exactly what you can and you can’t do, because to switch places like that was dangerous, and so was jumping off the train, and Faith learned that the hard way," he added, looking in her eyes for a second, not sure whether he should say she was spanked in front of Deanna or not.
Faith blushed, trying to tell Francis not to let Deanna know about the spanking because she didn’t want to be hassled with it nor did she want Deanna to express the same interest and take her "big brother" away! She didn’t know if the message was getting through to him or not... but hopefully by learning it the hard way, Deanna thought he meant something like, uh, she hurt herself?
"I mean, she fell in the woods and fell down on her bottom and back, she was lucky she didn’t get anything broken," he said, catching the glimpse in her eyes and hoping he was doing the right thing. He invented that about falling on her bottom so Deanna wouldn’t question as to why Faith kept rubbing it from time to time. "In any event, I want you two to behave from now on, and that’s an order, is that clear, girls?" he resumed in a no-nonsense tone.
Deanna nodded, tired out from having to stand there all that time and wait for him. She looked at Faith who said, "yes sir!" in a very bratty tone then saluted him. Faith didn’t know why she did it, but she smiled anyway figuring that Francis would get a kick out of it.
And a kick he did get, and almost felt like turning her around and spank her again just for that... but of course he didn’t. He would never admit it, to himself or to her, that he loved it when she acted that bratty. Instead he just shook his head, smiling and said: "Yeah right... okay, well, that was the day’s last ride. How about I take you two home now, hmm?"
The girls nodded and Faith was still rubbing her bottom, but it had been one long day and one memorable experience, and she’d definitely write about it in her diary... though she’d have to find a super hiding place so nobody else would read it. Finally she hugged Francis once again, whispered "thanks" in his ear, then headed out of the park.
05 March 2004
Story: Roller Holler
From the brilliant mind of Breanna, and written by Breanna and Haley, here's the first story from "Have Faith", the sweet and humorous, semi-consensual spanking Summer tales of a 12-year-old and her 16-year-old "pretend-brother". (That summary was written by Haley... I don't usually brag about my brilliance but I can't help it if others do hehehe.)
HAVE FAITH - Roller Holler
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
Soon after eleven o’clock, in the hot morning of July 9th, sixteen-year-old Francis Dolarhyde saw the dynamic duo Faith McClane and Deanna Parker walk up to the roller coaster facility – run up to it, actually, since all the two twelve-year-olds seemed to be doing was running, chatting, giggling and beaming with the candy they had, and occasionally cause some mess now and then. Now and now, actually. Since the end of the school term, Faith and Deanna had been spending their days between the Hamel’s Amusement Park, where Francis had his summer job at as the operator of different rides, and the beach, sleeping over at each other’s houses, going shopping and pretty much every other typical summer activity that might interest two late pre-teens/early teenagers.
Francis and Faith had been neighbours for years before her father re-married, and while not leaving the town, her step-family had decided to move to a house in the countryside. The kids had remained close friends, though, and despite the age difference – four years are a lot, at that age – they did get along very well, and tended to consider each other siblings.
On that morning, Francis caught Faith’s eye and waved at her as she and Deanna moved towards the stairs. Faith giggled to her friend and waved back, talking a mile per minute about how much fun they were going to have and how much trouble they could cause and how cute some of the workers were! She held hands with her best friend and they skipped up the stairs to the roller coaster, knowing that they weren’t supposed to be running in the park, but who really cares? She giggled as she caught Francis’s eye.
"Heya Francis!" she yelled, then giggled. "What’s uppers?"
"Me is up, kiddo," he said, raising his chin to Deanna and tousling Faith’s hair with his hand. "Long night, got a coupla hours sleep only. What’re you up to? Usual ride?" he asked from his seat in the small cabin the operators used as a workplace.
"Of course," she said, glancing at Deanna and giggling again. "We only got a couple of hours of sleep, too," she bragged, trying to make herself feel older and more mature, but knowing that Francis would probably see right through that. "We were gonna get drunk, but decided not to," she added, still going for that maturity thing.
"Yeah right," he said, shaking his head and casting her a side look, "as if you’d even think about getting drunk." He checked their hand stamps that told they could ride, although he knew they had one, then pointed at the big red "WARNING" sign aside the cabin. "Can you toddlers read?" he teased. "No standing, no throwing object, no blah blah blah," he went through it all again.
Faith rolled her eyes and giggled. "But I can’t read, Mr. Francis," she said.
Deanna giggled too. "Yeah," she agreed, "you have to read it to us!" She then looked at the NO SMOKING sign and nudged Faith, who saw it and asked:
"Can we smoke on this ride?" They burst into a fit of giggles.
Rolling his eyes too and smiling just a bit, Francis leant over and out of the cabin window. "You do that, and you won’t place your hineys on this roller coaster for a long time, got that straight?" he added with a wink. "Especially you Faith! And now get outta my sight, I gotta work, ya know."
"Oooooo, we’re so scared," Faith said without a worry in the world, although she figured he meant something along the lines of getting kicked off of the ride, which would suck! But maybe, just maybe, she thought, it meant that he’d give her a spanking, and that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. After all, she hadn’t been spanked since she was a young child and the thought of it kind of excited her, though she didn’t know why. It just seemed something cool and thrilling to think about from time to time. Nevertheless, she remained quiet anyway and sat down, waving goodbye to Francis as the ride began moving down the track, rolling downhill a bit, only to go up the chain high in the air where the two girls began screaming at the top of their lungs saying that they were scared and wanted their mommies, only to begin giggling again.
Though busy with other customers, who were giving him their tickets for the next ride, Francis never really took his eyes off Faith and Deanna, knowing full well what huge troublemakers they could be if they were up to it. He gave a hearty laugh at their screaming – on silent, almost deserted mornings like that you could hear what people said on the ride, sometimes – and shook his head, thinking about what fun it must’ve been for them to be school-free and without a care in the world. He just hoped they wouldn’t get into trouble... sort of... because if they did, perhaps Faith needed an adjustment, and that wasn’t good... sort of... Francis wouldn’t admit it even to himself, let alone to her, but the thought of putting that girl-child over his knee and ‘correct her’ the old-fashioned way was somehow appealing, and it had always been so.
The roller coaster still travelled along the tracks and the girls still screamed loudly and the not-so-high drop wasn’t even frightening enough to keep Faith sitting down in her seat. She couldn’t help it... when the ride went down, it seemed more daring to stand up and flail her arms around like an idiot. She giggled when she flopped back down on her rear end.
"You’re such a moron," Deanna said, not having the guts herself to stand up during the middle of a drop.
"Duh!" Faith admitted. "Got those pennies?" she asked. Deanna held them up high and gave Faith half of the handful that she had. The girls made sure that no one was looking then started chunking them at the roller coaster operators, getting as close to hitting one of them as they could until finally one penny whacked Francis upside the head and they giggled with delight, although that wasn’t who they were *intending* to hit.
The moment before, he was taking tickets from a lady with a bunch of kids; the moment later, he caught Faith standing and waving right in the middle of the downwards dive, and he shook his head in disbelief, his jaw dropping. "Holy crap..." he murmured, but just a few seconds later, before he could even decide if he was more amused at the kid’s daring attitude or more disappointed in it, he felt something hit him and went like "oww!". He picked it up from the floor, and, guess what, it was a penny. It didn’t exactly hurt, but if thrown from that height, it wasn’t pleasant either. "Faith Annalise McClane!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing he couldn’t reach her, but oh so much wanting to!
Of course, when Francis yelled her name, Faith didn’t hear him cause she was too busy hysterically laughing at her wonderful attempt to hit someone and the fact that it actually worked! That’s why she stopped, because she hit one person, and she decided it’d be too obvious if she started hitting more people, and she didn’t want it to be pinned on her. So she just leaned with the curves of the ride, not standing up because of the G-force weighing her down.
The ride finally pulled into the break part and her hair was all messed up and she and Deanna were still choking on laughter and launching wide grins at the other workers, Craig and Joey. By the time the ride was over, Francis stood from his seat, motioning to a friend to take his place for a moment as he stormed over to where the wagons were about to stop in a few seconds, one hand meaningfully on his hip and the other rubbing the spot on his head where a bump would surely appear soon.
"What was THAT?" he said, or rather barked at Faith and Deanna as the roller coaster came to a halt.
"What was what?" Faith said trying not to giggle or crack up. "I don’t know what you’re talking about..."
"I’m talkin’ ‘bout this!" he said, rather angrily now, showing the penny on the palm of his hand. "I thought you two had quit with such babyish jokes, huh? Turns out I was damn wrong!" he yelled.
Faith snorted but Deanna somehow managed to contain herself. She didn’t think it was really that funny either, and she was terrified seeing Francis this angry! Faith, on the other hand, was amused. "That’s a nice penny," she complimented. "You must be rich."
That further hint of teasing was about to drive Francis mad – he liked that kid, oh he did, and a lot too, but she could get SO stubborn and disrespectful when in play mood that she was hardly bearable. He was about to snap back at her and scold her and promise repercussions if it happened again, when he was called back to his place.
"I’m coming!" he yelled, then turned to the girls again. "Now, scurry off, both of ya... no more rides today. See you on the Net tonight, Faith?" he asked, but it was more like a command.
Faith nodded. "Definitely. I’m always on," she said, not taking the hint that he was really pissed. She figured he’d get over it soon anyway.
The workers sniggered after Francis went back to his place and let the two girls out, Deanna still scared shitless, Faith deciding to go ahead and laugh her ass off. Thus, she began laughing, feeling like the great mischievous bratty 12-year-old that she was, and hopped out of the roller coaster mentally deciding to stay away from Francis for a while, until he could calm down a bit at least. She didn’t need him yelling at her again. As for him, he went back to his seat and soon resumed working and managed to get Faith off his mind for a while.
* * *
That night, as he sat in front of the computer and logged onto Yahoo! IM and he saw her online as always, his bump resumed aching somehow, and he felt upset all over again. He messaged her right away:
MrFrancis16: hey kiddo, how you doin?
HamelzGurl12: i’m okayz how are you?
MrFrancis16: I’d be ok too if it wasnt for my head
HamelzGurl12: lol what happened to your head?
MrFrancis16: as if you didnt know cmon faith how many times have i told you?? :\
HamelzGurl12: told me what?
MrFrancis16: sigh... not to throw pennies from the coaster, cmon you DO know what i’m talking about, quit being such a brat and face it!
HamelzGurl12: lol me? throw pennies? never!
MrFrancis16: i cant believe you still deny it... well, tell you what, you do that again and you’re gonna be in trouble, get me straight lil girl?
HamelzGurl12: blah blah blah... trouble smouble... you wouldn’t do anything but kick me off the coaster again and i’m not scared of that
MrFrancis16: NO my boss will do that, you know i saved your ass today? he wanted to ban you.
HamelzGurl12: ban me? i didn’t do anything
MrFrancis16: and how do you call standing up like that? and throwing pennies?
MrFrancis16: jeez faith i’m sick of this :\\
HamelzGurl12: :(
HamelzGurl12: argh, sorry francis. i was just having fun
MrFrancis16: ah! so now you admit to it!
HamelzGurl12: *hides*
MrFrancis16: *shakes head*
HamelzGurl12: *still hiding*
MrFrancis16: well, remain hidden, i need to log off soon anyway, but mark my words: do that again and you get it, get it?
HamelzGurl12: OoOoOoO i’m sooooo scared you wouldn’t do anything anyway
MrFrancis16: try me
HamelzGurl12: fine i will
MrFrancis16: no crap, kiddo. do that, and I’m gonna spank you
HamelzGurl12: you wouldn’t spank me...
After saying that Faith took a gulp. Would he *really* spank her? She thought about it for a moment then decided that he wouldn’t, and she’d test Francis anyway. The next day at Hamel’s meant war.
The second after logging off, Francis thought it through... what had he said? Had he really been as careless as to let it slip that he wanted to spank her? Well he hadn’t said that... he said that he would if she misbehaved, so it was still kind of proper... and she needed an attitude adjustment anyway. Still, he didn’t sleep quite comfortable with that thought in mind.
The next morning Faith got up bright and early and nearly ran down the street to her best friend’s house. After all, it was a Sunday, and unlike Saturdays when Hamel’s was open for eleven whole hours, it was only open for five on Sundays. So she wanted to get there as quickly as possible, annoy the hell out of everyone and prove to Francis that he was just trying to scare her. NOTHING could scare her. She dressed herself in an adorable pair of khaki shorts and Deanna wore her favorite blue jeans, already starting in on that "hate the world" phase that didn’t usually occur until high school. The girls rode in the back of Deanna’s father’s truck to the amusement park and showed their season passes like they were IDs to get into a bar, then ran inside all the way to the back where the roller coaster sat alone. Faith saw Francis and got all nervous, having second thoughts about her plans for the day already.
Unbeknownst to her, Francis was getting quite nervous as well, but way before she and Deanna showed up. He had actually spent the first hour of his shift thinking about if and when they would show up, if and when she would mess up, if and when she would (deliberately?) do what he had warned her not to do. As they approached to the roller coaster and the cabin, he cleared his throat and licked his lips, then smiled at them nonchalantly as though nothing had happened, putting on a good poker face.
"‘morning girls... how are we doing, huh?" He still looked at Faith in the eye for one second longer than normal.
"We’re doing just fine," Faith said, that hint of brattiness still in her voice. She grinned from ear to ear, heart pounding like crazy inside. Finally she cleared her throat. "Can we get by now?" she asked brattily, if that’s a word, and he shook his head, smiling. Finally, ignoring him, she just kind of shoved him out of the way and sat down in the back seat, Deanna sitting in front. On her way out she took some pennies out of her pocket, grinned widely, and waved them at Francis!
His heart literally sank at her act. Oh my, she’s gonna test me, he thought. He had suspected it seeing that gleam in her eye, then the bratty act, the talk, the way she snickered and giggled... and showing the pennies like that was the ultimate sign that she was going to try it. Shaking his head at her, without smiling this time, and breathing hard, he started the roller coaster like every morning.
Faith took a deep breath in, having second thoughts again. She really didn’t want to be banned from the park... It was the only place that she ever went, the only place where she could forget about all the worries that haunted her at home, like dealing with her new step family. But Francis hadn’t warned her that he’d ban her from the park, he’d warned that he’d spank her... and that was definitely worth the risk. So Faith let her heart pound, and shrugged off Deanna when she asked if everything was okay. She took the final deep breath in, raised her hand high in the air just as the cart descended down the hill, flicked her wrist back and chunked the penny as close to Francis as she could without hitting him... realising after she’d done it that she’d just made a huge mistake.
He had decided to be a coward and not look at her. He didn’t want to see if she was doing it or not, he didn’t want to know if he would have to spank her or not... he’d rather just wait to see if something happened, and when it did, his heartbeat increased and his heavy breathing went up a notch. A lump formed in his throat as a penny landed a few inches from him, not hitting him but falling really, really close. With insecure hand he caught it, and again left his place, to wait for the roller coaster where it would stop, in just a minute from now. He tried to muster his courage and resolution as he did so, but inside, his heart was running.
Faith saw Francis trying to ignore her, saw the penny drop, and saw him pick it up and walk towards the end. She gulped. Her palms began to sweat. She knew that he wouldn’t really do it, so if he mentioned it, she’d just play it off, say "yeah right" or something like that. She hoped, and quite desperately, that he didn’t kick her out of the park... maybe just off of the ride... But her curiosity got the best of her and she found her self counting down the seconds until the ride was over. She wanted to *really* know what was going to happen, and for some odd reason, though she wouldn’t admit it, she was kind of excited.
For Francis, the word ‘excited’ was an understatement: his stomach was tied in a tight knot and his heart just wouldn’t stop pounding. There was no saliva left in his mouth and his lips were totally dry when the ride was finally over and he saw Faith and Deanna. He looked straight in his friend’s eyes, and words weren’t needed, so he just stood there and handed her the penny as she stood.
Faith gulped. "Thanks," she said, shuttering a bit.
"Don’t thank me too soon," he managed to choke out after a moment’s silence. He gently placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder and turned to Deanna, saying: "You can have an extra ride, compliments of Hamel’s... Faith, come with me." The words came out hoarse, but they still did.
Faith’s heart thumped so loudly she assumed that everyone in the park could hear it as she walked with Francis’s hand on her shoulder, feeling weak in the knees. She wondered where he was taking her, if he was going to tell his boss what she did, if she’d have to admit the whole thing in front of his boss and plead for her life and if the boss was a big mean guy with funny glasses who would laugh at her and make her ride the Gravatron 500 times with the same teeny bopper song that she hated and... She was finally brought back to reality when she saw a pole slide right past her head, barely missing by a centimetre. Now she knew how Francis felt with that penny being so close.
During the whole walk to his car, parked in the parking lot just a few yards away from the roller coaster, Francis hadn’t ushered a word, just led the way, his hand always on the petite girl’s shoulder. He sensed her tension and embarrassment, and all he could think of was... what do I do now? Am I really going with this? After several rehearsals of the same questions, he found his resolution to go ahead – she had called his bluff, so to speak, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t back out just now. So, as soon as they reached his SUV, he slid the rear door open and motioned for Faith to climb in the back seat with him.
Faith blinked. "Ummmm," she murmured, not really trusting the idea of going inside some dude’s car, even if it was someone she was close to. Was he *really* going to go through with this? "You know I was j-just kidding," Faith finally spat out. "You don’t have to spank me. I just wanted t-to see what would happen..."
"Well you’re about to find out," he replied after a second spent looking for something cool to say. "I don’t know about the others, Faith, but when I say something, I mean it. Get in the car, or do you want everyone to see?" he added, quirking an eyebrow, and starting to calm down a bit now.
With those words, Faith’s stomach dropped lower than it had ever dropped riding on the roller coaster... you know, cause roller coasters tend to make people’s stomachs go in all different places. Anyway, she definitely didn’t want everyone else to see, and so she hopped into the vehicle, sat down on the seat, took a deep breath in, and tried her hardest to suppress a grin.
Francis rode in the back seat right after her, and closed the door. With the sun beating down the other direction, there was nearly no chance someone would see through the windows even if they peeked, and the lot was deserted anyway. So he turned to Faith, and another big lump formed in his throat as he saw her... cute as always, blushing like mad and worried... but somehow, something was strange, unusual and out-of-the-ordinary, as though she wasn’t behaving the way a kid about to be spanked behaves. Still, he couldn’t quite tell what it was.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" he finally announced.
She blinked. He expected her to say something? She racked her mind for anything intelligent to say... anything at all... and finally, she felt the sweat forming on her brow from the hot July sunlight and wiped it off, then said: "It’s hot in here." She figured that it was sweat from nervousness, and being so excited... but she wasn’t going to tell *him* that
Under any other circumstances, he would have laughed; now he just tried to suppress a small snicker. "Darn right it is," he conceded, but then he put on a firmer face and looked in her eyes. "Faith Annalise McClane, you were throwing pennies off the roller coaster again... what did I tell you would happen if you did that, hmm?" he questioned in a no-nonsense tone.
She looked down at the floor and twiddled her thumbs. He sure had a nice-looking car, for being only sixteen and all. It wasn’t the cleanest of all... you know, fast food bags strolled around a little bit, some wadded up paper... Faith knew her car would be in much worse condition, though, if she had one... she hated keeping stuff clean.
Soon she stopped stalling though and answered his question: "You told me that you’d spank me," she said in a wee voice, feeling as small as her voice sounded each time he used her full name like that.
"That’s right, I did," he repeated, and wouldn’t stop looking at her though she was trying nearly every trick she knew to keep averting his inspecting gaze. At long last he took her chin in his hand and, with a gentle move, turned her cute face towards him. "Do you know what that means? I’m going to take your shorts and panties down and give you a good spanking, you understand?" he explained, speaking softly.
At that point Faith’s heart almost literally stopped. Her emotions went from shock to sadness to fear to anger in a split second and then she just sat there motionless, mouth dropped. "But, Francis..." she whispered, trying to reason, "you can’t pull my shorts and panties down... that’d be... weird," she said, for lack of better words.
Several minutes had passed, but his lips weren’t any wetter now: ‘weird’ was the understatement of the century, but he wasn’t going to give in. "We’re not toddlers, it’s nothing you or I can’t handle, Faith," he said, trying to avoid going into further detail, "and a good spanking is always on the bare bottom, or didn’t you know that? I recall your mother did spank when you were little..."
Faith gulped again. "When I was VERY little, Francis. And I don’t know if she spanked me on the bare or not... but okay... I’ll go for it," she said finally, trying to breathe cause she was so nervous it was getting harder to find air by the second, "but can I just pull my shorts down and you pull down my panties while I’m over your lap?" she asked hopefully. She didn’t mind him seeing her bottom, but there were other things that she’d rather keep to herself.
Francis nodded throughout her little "acceptance speech", and waited and listened to her. She had always been a sweet child, and a fun one too – no wonder he still cared for their friendship even despite the age difference. In her naivety, Faith probably didn’t know that he would see everything that there was to see as soon as the spanking started anyway, but he didn’t press on that point, and rather just nodded.
"That sounds good to me. And please know that I do this because I care for you and don’t want you to do something stupid and dangerous like that again... c’mon, take those shorts off, Faith."
Faith nodded, although she didn’t see how there was any good in spanking, but she didn’t ask for explanations. Instead, she stood on her knees facing him, got a little bit more nervous, took a deep breath in, moved her fingers toward the button, took another deep breath and unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, tugged them down to her knees, blushed furiously, then quickly lay across his lap.
"Please not too hard," she whispered in a begging voice, though she knew it probably wouldn’t do any good.
Francis had tried, and quite succeeded, to remain calm and controlled and to put on a stony face as she undressed; he realised just how tough this must have been for her, even though he was not missing that certain something in her eyes, like a sparkle of... he didn’t know of what, but there was some participation on her side, this was for sure. But then again, he had to sweep all of the questions away as he saw her plump, small derriere across his knees, clad in light-purple underwear. Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, he took hold of her panties and slid them down to mid-thigh, baring her lily-white bottom.
"I..." he stuttered, "I won’t do it too hard, since it’s your first in many years."
She nodded, clenching her butt cheeks subconsciously and gripping the seat of the car. She swallowed the big lump in her throat, steadied herself and finally spoke: "I’m ready when you are."
Nodding with her, Francis raised his hand and made his palm rigid and steady, then bought it down to a sharp angle on her exposed backside, smacking across both cheeks with a moderate WHACK, which still cracked like a gunshot in the silent car.
Faith yelped in pain, doing nothing other than reaching back to feel the spot in which Francis had just spanked. "Owwwwww, Francis that hurt!" she groaned, already starting to tear up from being embarrassed and not really knowing if she wanted this or not after all.
"Yes..." he said, and that was all he could say for a while. It had been special, that first smack, and though he was having second thoughts as well – he never would want to see her in pain – the boy steeled himself and said: "Hand away, Faith... don’t reach back again, or I’ll have to restrain it."
Faith took another deep breath in, moved her hand back in front of her and gripped the seat tightly. "Sorry," she murmured, taking breaths and trying to ease the pain in her backside. Finally she braced herself for more...
... and more came, as Francis resumed spanking right away. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He laid salvos of three-four smacks on one cheek, then moved to the other, then back again, all the wile descending from the top of her bottom to her sit-spot. He didn’t spank fast or hard, but still kept a steady pace and his were more than simple love pats.
Faith grunted with each smack on her bottom, holding the seat as tightly as she could because she didn’t want to reach back and get her hand slapped in the process. She buried her face into the cushion and took her punishment as calmly as she could, although she could help but exclaim some loud "OW!" from time to time, especially when he began spanking her sit spots.
Seeing how that was eliciting a reaction, Francis concentrated most of the following spanks on the girl-child’s sit-spots and start of thighs, knowing it is there that the body weight is unloaded to where one sits. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand didn’t miss a beat and he kept the rhythm, though he didn’t plan to make a long spanking out of this.
"Why are you being spanked, Faith Annalise?" he asked as he kept it up. SMACK! SMACK!
As Francis began spanking harder, and in such tender areas, Faith couldn’t help but yelp loudly at a few of them and jump up at times, muttering how much it hurt. "I’m being OW! spanked for throwing OW! pennies OWW!!"
"That’s right... SMACK! SMACK! ... you are... SMACK! SMACK! ... and if you ever do it again... SMACK! SMACK! ... this spanking... SMACK! SMACK! ... will seem as fun as a roller coaster ride... SMACK! SMACK! ... if compared to the one I’ll give you," he added with some more firmness in his voice as he whacked away at her bare backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Owwwwwieee, Francissss, it hurrtsssss," Faith whined, beginning to kick a little and biting her lower lip. "Okayyyy okayyyy, I won’t throw anymore pennies," she said, but her heart was still thumping, especially when he said that he’ll do it again, and harder, if she misbehaves again. And guess what thought is on her mind? Doing it again of course! Faith is a troublemaker at heart, even when she’s being spanked for being bratty.
"I sure hope so... SMACK! SMACK! ... I love you Faith... SMACK! SMACK! ... and this attitude is dangerous... SMACK! SMACK! ... and I won’t let it go unchecked... SMACK! SMACK! ... do you understand, young lady?" he asked as he approached the end of her spanking, noticing how pink her bummy was by now. The fact that, deep down, he was cherishing this moment as one of the fondest in his life, didn’t even drift to his conscious mind at the moment.
"Owwwww, yesss, oww, I know it’s dangerous," she whined, wincing in pain. And the words ‘young lady’?? She hadn’t heard those since she was a kid and that made this pit in her stomach and her heart pound more. "I’m sorry," she muttered.
"Very well, because I hope not to have to repeat this," he said, and it was the most blatant lie he had ever told in his life, since every fibre in his body and spirit was just waiting for another opportunity like this. At long last he ended the spanking, administering a dozen firmer whacks on her full cheeks, then withdrawing his hands and letting her catch her breath.
The last few smacks took Faith by surprise and she yelped so loudly and kicked so furiously that the whole SUV was shaking like crazy. "OWWWWWWW!!" she squealed until he finished with the last spank, and then she breathed heavily, moaning and groaning to herself and muttering that it hurt. Finally she was calm enough to ask: "Can I rub now?"
"Yes you can, Faith," he said, in a much softer voice now. He managed to cast aside all of the wild emotions storming inside his head for the moment, and just felt sorry for that girl he loved like a little sister. Her bottom was pretty pink, yes, but he didn’t know how ‘marked’ she was inside and how much – if at all – the spanking had affected her.
Faith reached her right hand back and felt her warm bottom. She lay her head down on the seat and rubbed it for a little while, wincing a bit, and just trying to get it to stop stinging so much. Finally she sighed and looked back at Francis. "Can you pull my panties back up now?" she asked innocently.
He didn’t miss the sweet, childish look on her cute, tear-streaked face, and he wondered if she was exaggerating it just a bit in order to make him feel sorry; it wouldn’t be anything new for her anyway, to play such mind games on him.
"Of course," he said, and pulled the soft cloth back up to cover her reddened cheeks, then went even farther, and helped her up and off his lap. "Are you... like... okay?" he asked.
She smiled a little, wiping some of the tears away. "I’m okay. I’m sorry for letting you down, Francis." She bit her lower lip again thinking how cool it was to have someone care about her. She didn’t know whether to tell him or not... she opened her mouth, almost said it, then closed it, then opened it again. "Thanks," she whispered, "thanks for caring about me."
That had him smile instantly, and out of an instinct he couldn’t repress, he opened his arms and enclosed her in a hug. "I do care about you, and I’m not disappointed, just... just don’t give me a reason to spank you again, alright kiddo?... because I will, if I have to," he added, hoping to make it clear that she would have to straighten her act out a bit if she didn’t want a repeat of this.
Faith nodded. "I can’t help it, Francis. I’m mischievous at heart." She hated admitting it, but she *was* a troublemaker. "But I’ll try to be good from now on... and no more throwing pennies off the roller coaster, honest."
The words ‘I’m mischievous at heart’ had had an effect on him, an effect that he wouldn’t dare talk about, let alone discuss it with Faith; and while he nodded and really hoped she would be good, deep down he hoped she would be not. It was a bittersweet conflict taking place inside of him, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He wondered whether she was feeling anything of the like.
And of course she was, but didn’t know the feelings that she was having, and was afraid to admit them even to herself. So she stuffed them down in her little mind as far as they would possibly go and hugged him tight. She sat there for a moment like that, waiting to see what happened next.
Simply enough, Francis kissed the top of her perfumed hair and then broke the hug, and gave her a smile while his hands worked her khaki shorts back up her thighs, re-dressing her. "Know what? You were right, it’s too hot here. Let’s get us a soda and a free ride... if you can sit on those roller coaster seats, that is," he added with a wink.
Faith smiled and nodded, opening the door and letting the fresh air hit her. She wiped her sweaty face off with her sleeve and turned around, still rubbing her throbbing bottom with one hand. She held the other out to Francis as he hopped out of the SUV and she lead him back towards the roller coaster, smiling the whole way, and tucking an amazing experience inside her heart – hoping it would be the first of many, yet hoping it would be the last.
HAVE FAITH - Roller Holler
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
Soon after eleven o’clock, in the hot morning of July 9th, sixteen-year-old Francis Dolarhyde saw the dynamic duo Faith McClane and Deanna Parker walk up to the roller coaster facility – run up to it, actually, since all the two twelve-year-olds seemed to be doing was running, chatting, giggling and beaming with the candy they had, and occasionally cause some mess now and then. Now and now, actually. Since the end of the school term, Faith and Deanna had been spending their days between the Hamel’s Amusement Park, where Francis had his summer job at as the operator of different rides, and the beach, sleeping over at each other’s houses, going shopping and pretty much every other typical summer activity that might interest two late pre-teens/early teenagers.
Francis and Faith had been neighbours for years before her father re-married, and while not leaving the town, her step-family had decided to move to a house in the countryside. The kids had remained close friends, though, and despite the age difference – four years are a lot, at that age – they did get along very well, and tended to consider each other siblings.
On that morning, Francis caught Faith’s eye and waved at her as she and Deanna moved towards the stairs. Faith giggled to her friend and waved back, talking a mile per minute about how much fun they were going to have and how much trouble they could cause and how cute some of the workers were! She held hands with her best friend and they skipped up the stairs to the roller coaster, knowing that they weren’t supposed to be running in the park, but who really cares? She giggled as she caught Francis’s eye.
"Heya Francis!" she yelled, then giggled. "What’s uppers?"
"Me is up, kiddo," he said, raising his chin to Deanna and tousling Faith’s hair with his hand. "Long night, got a coupla hours sleep only. What’re you up to? Usual ride?" he asked from his seat in the small cabin the operators used as a workplace.
"Of course," she said, glancing at Deanna and giggling again. "We only got a couple of hours of sleep, too," she bragged, trying to make herself feel older and more mature, but knowing that Francis would probably see right through that. "We were gonna get drunk, but decided not to," she added, still going for that maturity thing.
"Yeah right," he said, shaking his head and casting her a side look, "as if you’d even think about getting drunk." He checked their hand stamps that told they could ride, although he knew they had one, then pointed at the big red "WARNING" sign aside the cabin. "Can you toddlers read?" he teased. "No standing, no throwing object, no blah blah blah," he went through it all again.
Faith rolled her eyes and giggled. "But I can’t read, Mr. Francis," she said.
Deanna giggled too. "Yeah," she agreed, "you have to read it to us!" She then looked at the NO SMOKING sign and nudged Faith, who saw it and asked:
"Can we smoke on this ride?" They burst into a fit of giggles.
Rolling his eyes too and smiling just a bit, Francis leant over and out of the cabin window. "You do that, and you won’t place your hineys on this roller coaster for a long time, got that straight?" he added with a wink. "Especially you Faith! And now get outta my sight, I gotta work, ya know."
"Oooooo, we’re so scared," Faith said without a worry in the world, although she figured he meant something along the lines of getting kicked off of the ride, which would suck! But maybe, just maybe, she thought, it meant that he’d give her a spanking, and that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. After all, she hadn’t been spanked since she was a young child and the thought of it kind of excited her, though she didn’t know why. It just seemed something cool and thrilling to think about from time to time. Nevertheless, she remained quiet anyway and sat down, waving goodbye to Francis as the ride began moving down the track, rolling downhill a bit, only to go up the chain high in the air where the two girls began screaming at the top of their lungs saying that they were scared and wanted their mommies, only to begin giggling again.
Though busy with other customers, who were giving him their tickets for the next ride, Francis never really took his eyes off Faith and Deanna, knowing full well what huge troublemakers they could be if they were up to it. He gave a hearty laugh at their screaming – on silent, almost deserted mornings like that you could hear what people said on the ride, sometimes – and shook his head, thinking about what fun it must’ve been for them to be school-free and without a care in the world. He just hoped they wouldn’t get into trouble... sort of... because if they did, perhaps Faith needed an adjustment, and that wasn’t good... sort of... Francis wouldn’t admit it even to himself, let alone to her, but the thought of putting that girl-child over his knee and ‘correct her’ the old-fashioned way was somehow appealing, and it had always been so.
The roller coaster still travelled along the tracks and the girls still screamed loudly and the not-so-high drop wasn’t even frightening enough to keep Faith sitting down in her seat. She couldn’t help it... when the ride went down, it seemed more daring to stand up and flail her arms around like an idiot. She giggled when she flopped back down on her rear end.
"You’re such a moron," Deanna said, not having the guts herself to stand up during the middle of a drop.
"Duh!" Faith admitted. "Got those pennies?" she asked. Deanna held them up high and gave Faith half of the handful that she had. The girls made sure that no one was looking then started chunking them at the roller coaster operators, getting as close to hitting one of them as they could until finally one penny whacked Francis upside the head and they giggled with delight, although that wasn’t who they were *intending* to hit.
The moment before, he was taking tickets from a lady with a bunch of kids; the moment later, he caught Faith standing and waving right in the middle of the downwards dive, and he shook his head in disbelief, his jaw dropping. "Holy crap..." he murmured, but just a few seconds later, before he could even decide if he was more amused at the kid’s daring attitude or more disappointed in it, he felt something hit him and went like "oww!". He picked it up from the floor, and, guess what, it was a penny. It didn’t exactly hurt, but if thrown from that height, it wasn’t pleasant either. "Faith Annalise McClane!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing he couldn’t reach her, but oh so much wanting to!
Of course, when Francis yelled her name, Faith didn’t hear him cause she was too busy hysterically laughing at her wonderful attempt to hit someone and the fact that it actually worked! That’s why she stopped, because she hit one person, and she decided it’d be too obvious if she started hitting more people, and she didn’t want it to be pinned on her. So she just leaned with the curves of the ride, not standing up because of the G-force weighing her down.
The ride finally pulled into the break part and her hair was all messed up and she and Deanna were still choking on laughter and launching wide grins at the other workers, Craig and Joey. By the time the ride was over, Francis stood from his seat, motioning to a friend to take his place for a moment as he stormed over to where the wagons were about to stop in a few seconds, one hand meaningfully on his hip and the other rubbing the spot on his head where a bump would surely appear soon.
"What was THAT?" he said, or rather barked at Faith and Deanna as the roller coaster came to a halt.
"What was what?" Faith said trying not to giggle or crack up. "I don’t know what you’re talking about..."
"I’m talkin’ ‘bout this!" he said, rather angrily now, showing the penny on the palm of his hand. "I thought you two had quit with such babyish jokes, huh? Turns out I was damn wrong!" he yelled.
Faith snorted but Deanna somehow managed to contain herself. She didn’t think it was really that funny either, and she was terrified seeing Francis this angry! Faith, on the other hand, was amused. "That’s a nice penny," she complimented. "You must be rich."
That further hint of teasing was about to drive Francis mad – he liked that kid, oh he did, and a lot too, but she could get SO stubborn and disrespectful when in play mood that she was hardly bearable. He was about to snap back at her and scold her and promise repercussions if it happened again, when he was called back to his place.
"I’m coming!" he yelled, then turned to the girls again. "Now, scurry off, both of ya... no more rides today. See you on the Net tonight, Faith?" he asked, but it was more like a command.
Faith nodded. "Definitely. I’m always on," she said, not taking the hint that he was really pissed. She figured he’d get over it soon anyway.
The workers sniggered after Francis went back to his place and let the two girls out, Deanna still scared shitless, Faith deciding to go ahead and laugh her ass off. Thus, she began laughing, feeling like the great mischievous bratty 12-year-old that she was, and hopped out of the roller coaster mentally deciding to stay away from Francis for a while, until he could calm down a bit at least. She didn’t need him yelling at her again. As for him, he went back to his seat and soon resumed working and managed to get Faith off his mind for a while.
* * *
That night, as he sat in front of the computer and logged onto Yahoo! IM and he saw her online as always, his bump resumed aching somehow, and he felt upset all over again. He messaged her right away:
MrFrancis16: hey kiddo, how you doin?
HamelzGurl12: i’m okayz how are you?
MrFrancis16: I’d be ok too if it wasnt for my head
HamelzGurl12: lol what happened to your head?
MrFrancis16: as if you didnt know cmon faith how many times have i told you?? :\
HamelzGurl12: told me what?
MrFrancis16: sigh... not to throw pennies from the coaster, cmon you DO know what i’m talking about, quit being such a brat and face it!
HamelzGurl12: lol me? throw pennies? never!
MrFrancis16: i cant believe you still deny it... well, tell you what, you do that again and you’re gonna be in trouble, get me straight lil girl?
HamelzGurl12: blah blah blah... trouble smouble... you wouldn’t do anything but kick me off the coaster again and i’m not scared of that
MrFrancis16: NO my boss will do that, you know i saved your ass today? he wanted to ban you.
HamelzGurl12: ban me? i didn’t do anything
MrFrancis16: and how do you call standing up like that? and throwing pennies?
MrFrancis16: jeez faith i’m sick of this :\\
HamelzGurl12: :(
HamelzGurl12: argh, sorry francis. i was just having fun
MrFrancis16: ah! so now you admit to it!
HamelzGurl12: *hides*
MrFrancis16: *shakes head*
HamelzGurl12: *still hiding*
MrFrancis16: well, remain hidden, i need to log off soon anyway, but mark my words: do that again and you get it, get it?
HamelzGurl12: OoOoOoO i’m sooooo scared you wouldn’t do anything anyway
MrFrancis16: try me
HamelzGurl12: fine i will
MrFrancis16: no crap, kiddo. do that, and I’m gonna spank you
HamelzGurl12: you wouldn’t spank me...
After saying that Faith took a gulp. Would he *really* spank her? She thought about it for a moment then decided that he wouldn’t, and she’d test Francis anyway. The next day at Hamel’s meant war.
The second after logging off, Francis thought it through... what had he said? Had he really been as careless as to let it slip that he wanted to spank her? Well he hadn’t said that... he said that he would if she misbehaved, so it was still kind of proper... and she needed an attitude adjustment anyway. Still, he didn’t sleep quite comfortable with that thought in mind.
The next morning Faith got up bright and early and nearly ran down the street to her best friend’s house. After all, it was a Sunday, and unlike Saturdays when Hamel’s was open for eleven whole hours, it was only open for five on Sundays. So she wanted to get there as quickly as possible, annoy the hell out of everyone and prove to Francis that he was just trying to scare her. NOTHING could scare her. She dressed herself in an adorable pair of khaki shorts and Deanna wore her favorite blue jeans, already starting in on that "hate the world" phase that didn’t usually occur until high school. The girls rode in the back of Deanna’s father’s truck to the amusement park and showed their season passes like they were IDs to get into a bar, then ran inside all the way to the back where the roller coaster sat alone. Faith saw Francis and got all nervous, having second thoughts about her plans for the day already.
Unbeknownst to her, Francis was getting quite nervous as well, but way before she and Deanna showed up. He had actually spent the first hour of his shift thinking about if and when they would show up, if and when she would mess up, if and when she would (deliberately?) do what he had warned her not to do. As they approached to the roller coaster and the cabin, he cleared his throat and licked his lips, then smiled at them nonchalantly as though nothing had happened, putting on a good poker face.
"‘morning girls... how are we doing, huh?" He still looked at Faith in the eye for one second longer than normal.
"We’re doing just fine," Faith said, that hint of brattiness still in her voice. She grinned from ear to ear, heart pounding like crazy inside. Finally she cleared her throat. "Can we get by now?" she asked brattily, if that’s a word, and he shook his head, smiling. Finally, ignoring him, she just kind of shoved him out of the way and sat down in the back seat, Deanna sitting in front. On her way out she took some pennies out of her pocket, grinned widely, and waved them at Francis!
His heart literally sank at her act. Oh my, she’s gonna test me, he thought. He had suspected it seeing that gleam in her eye, then the bratty act, the talk, the way she snickered and giggled... and showing the pennies like that was the ultimate sign that she was going to try it. Shaking his head at her, without smiling this time, and breathing hard, he started the roller coaster like every morning.
Faith took a deep breath in, having second thoughts again. She really didn’t want to be banned from the park... It was the only place that she ever went, the only place where she could forget about all the worries that haunted her at home, like dealing with her new step family. But Francis hadn’t warned her that he’d ban her from the park, he’d warned that he’d spank her... and that was definitely worth the risk. So Faith let her heart pound, and shrugged off Deanna when she asked if everything was okay. She took the final deep breath in, raised her hand high in the air just as the cart descended down the hill, flicked her wrist back and chunked the penny as close to Francis as she could without hitting him... realising after she’d done it that she’d just made a huge mistake.
He had decided to be a coward and not look at her. He didn’t want to see if she was doing it or not, he didn’t want to know if he would have to spank her or not... he’d rather just wait to see if something happened, and when it did, his heartbeat increased and his heavy breathing went up a notch. A lump formed in his throat as a penny landed a few inches from him, not hitting him but falling really, really close. With insecure hand he caught it, and again left his place, to wait for the roller coaster where it would stop, in just a minute from now. He tried to muster his courage and resolution as he did so, but inside, his heart was running.
Faith saw Francis trying to ignore her, saw the penny drop, and saw him pick it up and walk towards the end. She gulped. Her palms began to sweat. She knew that he wouldn’t really do it, so if he mentioned it, she’d just play it off, say "yeah right" or something like that. She hoped, and quite desperately, that he didn’t kick her out of the park... maybe just off of the ride... But her curiosity got the best of her and she found her self counting down the seconds until the ride was over. She wanted to *really* know what was going to happen, and for some odd reason, though she wouldn’t admit it, she was kind of excited.
For Francis, the word ‘excited’ was an understatement: his stomach was tied in a tight knot and his heart just wouldn’t stop pounding. There was no saliva left in his mouth and his lips were totally dry when the ride was finally over and he saw Faith and Deanna. He looked straight in his friend’s eyes, and words weren’t needed, so he just stood there and handed her the penny as she stood.
Faith gulped. "Thanks," she said, shuttering a bit.
"Don’t thank me too soon," he managed to choke out after a moment’s silence. He gently placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder and turned to Deanna, saying: "You can have an extra ride, compliments of Hamel’s... Faith, come with me." The words came out hoarse, but they still did.
Faith’s heart thumped so loudly she assumed that everyone in the park could hear it as she walked with Francis’s hand on her shoulder, feeling weak in the knees. She wondered where he was taking her, if he was going to tell his boss what she did, if she’d have to admit the whole thing in front of his boss and plead for her life and if the boss was a big mean guy with funny glasses who would laugh at her and make her ride the Gravatron 500 times with the same teeny bopper song that she hated and... She was finally brought back to reality when she saw a pole slide right past her head, barely missing by a centimetre. Now she knew how Francis felt with that penny being so close.
During the whole walk to his car, parked in the parking lot just a few yards away from the roller coaster, Francis hadn’t ushered a word, just led the way, his hand always on the petite girl’s shoulder. He sensed her tension and embarrassment, and all he could think of was... what do I do now? Am I really going with this? After several rehearsals of the same questions, he found his resolution to go ahead – she had called his bluff, so to speak, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t back out just now. So, as soon as they reached his SUV, he slid the rear door open and motioned for Faith to climb in the back seat with him.
Faith blinked. "Ummmm," she murmured, not really trusting the idea of going inside some dude’s car, even if it was someone she was close to. Was he *really* going to go through with this? "You know I was j-just kidding," Faith finally spat out. "You don’t have to spank me. I just wanted t-to see what would happen..."
"Well you’re about to find out," he replied after a second spent looking for something cool to say. "I don’t know about the others, Faith, but when I say something, I mean it. Get in the car, or do you want everyone to see?" he added, quirking an eyebrow, and starting to calm down a bit now.
With those words, Faith’s stomach dropped lower than it had ever dropped riding on the roller coaster... you know, cause roller coasters tend to make people’s stomachs go in all different places. Anyway, she definitely didn’t want everyone else to see, and so she hopped into the vehicle, sat down on the seat, took a deep breath in, and tried her hardest to suppress a grin.
Francis rode in the back seat right after her, and closed the door. With the sun beating down the other direction, there was nearly no chance someone would see through the windows even if they peeked, and the lot was deserted anyway. So he turned to Faith, and another big lump formed in his throat as he saw her... cute as always, blushing like mad and worried... but somehow, something was strange, unusual and out-of-the-ordinary, as though she wasn’t behaving the way a kid about to be spanked behaves. Still, he couldn’t quite tell what it was.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" he finally announced.
She blinked. He expected her to say something? She racked her mind for anything intelligent to say... anything at all... and finally, she felt the sweat forming on her brow from the hot July sunlight and wiped it off, then said: "It’s hot in here." She figured that it was sweat from nervousness, and being so excited... but she wasn’t going to tell *him* that
Under any other circumstances, he would have laughed; now he just tried to suppress a small snicker. "Darn right it is," he conceded, but then he put on a firmer face and looked in her eyes. "Faith Annalise McClane, you were throwing pennies off the roller coaster again... what did I tell you would happen if you did that, hmm?" he questioned in a no-nonsense tone.
She looked down at the floor and twiddled her thumbs. He sure had a nice-looking car, for being only sixteen and all. It wasn’t the cleanest of all... you know, fast food bags strolled around a little bit, some wadded up paper... Faith knew her car would be in much worse condition, though, if she had one... she hated keeping stuff clean.
Soon she stopped stalling though and answered his question: "You told me that you’d spank me," she said in a wee voice, feeling as small as her voice sounded each time he used her full name like that.
"That’s right, I did," he repeated, and wouldn’t stop looking at her though she was trying nearly every trick she knew to keep averting his inspecting gaze. At long last he took her chin in his hand and, with a gentle move, turned her cute face towards him. "Do you know what that means? I’m going to take your shorts and panties down and give you a good spanking, you understand?" he explained, speaking softly.
At that point Faith’s heart almost literally stopped. Her emotions went from shock to sadness to fear to anger in a split second and then she just sat there motionless, mouth dropped. "But, Francis..." she whispered, trying to reason, "you can’t pull my shorts and panties down... that’d be... weird," she said, for lack of better words.
Several minutes had passed, but his lips weren’t any wetter now: ‘weird’ was the understatement of the century, but he wasn’t going to give in. "We’re not toddlers, it’s nothing you or I can’t handle, Faith," he said, trying to avoid going into further detail, "and a good spanking is always on the bare bottom, or didn’t you know that? I recall your mother did spank when you were little..."
Faith gulped again. "When I was VERY little, Francis. And I don’t know if she spanked me on the bare or not... but okay... I’ll go for it," she said finally, trying to breathe cause she was so nervous it was getting harder to find air by the second, "but can I just pull my shorts down and you pull down my panties while I’m over your lap?" she asked hopefully. She didn’t mind him seeing her bottom, but there were other things that she’d rather keep to herself.
Francis nodded throughout her little "acceptance speech", and waited and listened to her. She had always been a sweet child, and a fun one too – no wonder he still cared for their friendship even despite the age difference. In her naivety, Faith probably didn’t know that he would see everything that there was to see as soon as the spanking started anyway, but he didn’t press on that point, and rather just nodded.
"That sounds good to me. And please know that I do this because I care for you and don’t want you to do something stupid and dangerous like that again... c’mon, take those shorts off, Faith."
Faith nodded, although she didn’t see how there was any good in spanking, but she didn’t ask for explanations. Instead, she stood on her knees facing him, got a little bit more nervous, took a deep breath in, moved her fingers toward the button, took another deep breath and unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, tugged them down to her knees, blushed furiously, then quickly lay across his lap.
"Please not too hard," she whispered in a begging voice, though she knew it probably wouldn’t do any good.
Francis had tried, and quite succeeded, to remain calm and controlled and to put on a stony face as she undressed; he realised just how tough this must have been for her, even though he was not missing that certain something in her eyes, like a sparkle of... he didn’t know of what, but there was some participation on her side, this was for sure. But then again, he had to sweep all of the questions away as he saw her plump, small derriere across his knees, clad in light-purple underwear. Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, he took hold of her panties and slid them down to mid-thigh, baring her lily-white bottom.
"I..." he stuttered, "I won’t do it too hard, since it’s your first in many years."
She nodded, clenching her butt cheeks subconsciously and gripping the seat of the car. She swallowed the big lump in her throat, steadied herself and finally spoke: "I’m ready when you are."
Nodding with her, Francis raised his hand and made his palm rigid and steady, then bought it down to a sharp angle on her exposed backside, smacking across both cheeks with a moderate WHACK, which still cracked like a gunshot in the silent car.
Faith yelped in pain, doing nothing other than reaching back to feel the spot in which Francis had just spanked. "Owwwwww, Francis that hurt!" she groaned, already starting to tear up from being embarrassed and not really knowing if she wanted this or not after all.
"Yes..." he said, and that was all he could say for a while. It had been special, that first smack, and though he was having second thoughts as well – he never would want to see her in pain – the boy steeled himself and said: "Hand away, Faith... don’t reach back again, or I’ll have to restrain it."
Faith took another deep breath in, moved her hand back in front of her and gripped the seat tightly. "Sorry," she murmured, taking breaths and trying to ease the pain in her backside. Finally she braced herself for more...
... and more came, as Francis resumed spanking right away. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He laid salvos of three-four smacks on one cheek, then moved to the other, then back again, all the wile descending from the top of her bottom to her sit-spot. He didn’t spank fast or hard, but still kept a steady pace and his were more than simple love pats.
Faith grunted with each smack on her bottom, holding the seat as tightly as she could because she didn’t want to reach back and get her hand slapped in the process. She buried her face into the cushion and took her punishment as calmly as she could, although she could help but exclaim some loud "OW!" from time to time, especially when he began spanking her sit spots.
Seeing how that was eliciting a reaction, Francis concentrated most of the following spanks on the girl-child’s sit-spots and start of thighs, knowing it is there that the body weight is unloaded to where one sits. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand didn’t miss a beat and he kept the rhythm, though he didn’t plan to make a long spanking out of this.
"Why are you being spanked, Faith Annalise?" he asked as he kept it up. SMACK! SMACK!
As Francis began spanking harder, and in such tender areas, Faith couldn’t help but yelp loudly at a few of them and jump up at times, muttering how much it hurt. "I’m being OW! spanked for throwing OW! pennies OWW!!"
"That’s right... SMACK! SMACK! ... you are... SMACK! SMACK! ... and if you ever do it again... SMACK! SMACK! ... this spanking... SMACK! SMACK! ... will seem as fun as a roller coaster ride... SMACK! SMACK! ... if compared to the one I’ll give you," he added with some more firmness in his voice as he whacked away at her bare backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Owwwwwieee, Francissss, it hurrtsssss," Faith whined, beginning to kick a little and biting her lower lip. "Okayyyy okayyyy, I won’t throw anymore pennies," she said, but her heart was still thumping, especially when he said that he’ll do it again, and harder, if she misbehaves again. And guess what thought is on her mind? Doing it again of course! Faith is a troublemaker at heart, even when she’s being spanked for being bratty.
"I sure hope so... SMACK! SMACK! ... I love you Faith... SMACK! SMACK! ... and this attitude is dangerous... SMACK! SMACK! ... and I won’t let it go unchecked... SMACK! SMACK! ... do you understand, young lady?" he asked as he approached the end of her spanking, noticing how pink her bummy was by now. The fact that, deep down, he was cherishing this moment as one of the fondest in his life, didn’t even drift to his conscious mind at the moment.
"Owwwww, yesss, oww, I know it’s dangerous," she whined, wincing in pain. And the words ‘young lady’?? She hadn’t heard those since she was a kid and that made this pit in her stomach and her heart pound more. "I’m sorry," she muttered.
"Very well, because I hope not to have to repeat this," he said, and it was the most blatant lie he had ever told in his life, since every fibre in his body and spirit was just waiting for another opportunity like this. At long last he ended the spanking, administering a dozen firmer whacks on her full cheeks, then withdrawing his hands and letting her catch her breath.
The last few smacks took Faith by surprise and she yelped so loudly and kicked so furiously that the whole SUV was shaking like crazy. "OWWWWWWW!!" she squealed until he finished with the last spank, and then she breathed heavily, moaning and groaning to herself and muttering that it hurt. Finally she was calm enough to ask: "Can I rub now?"
"Yes you can, Faith," he said, in a much softer voice now. He managed to cast aside all of the wild emotions storming inside his head for the moment, and just felt sorry for that girl he loved like a little sister. Her bottom was pretty pink, yes, but he didn’t know how ‘marked’ she was inside and how much – if at all – the spanking had affected her.
Faith reached her right hand back and felt her warm bottom. She lay her head down on the seat and rubbed it for a little while, wincing a bit, and just trying to get it to stop stinging so much. Finally she sighed and looked back at Francis. "Can you pull my panties back up now?" she asked innocently.
He didn’t miss the sweet, childish look on her cute, tear-streaked face, and he wondered if she was exaggerating it just a bit in order to make him feel sorry; it wouldn’t be anything new for her anyway, to play such mind games on him.
"Of course," he said, and pulled the soft cloth back up to cover her reddened cheeks, then went even farther, and helped her up and off his lap. "Are you... like... okay?" he asked.
She smiled a little, wiping some of the tears away. "I’m okay. I’m sorry for letting you down, Francis." She bit her lower lip again thinking how cool it was to have someone care about her. She didn’t know whether to tell him or not... she opened her mouth, almost said it, then closed it, then opened it again. "Thanks," she whispered, "thanks for caring about me."
That had him smile instantly, and out of an instinct he couldn’t repress, he opened his arms and enclosed her in a hug. "I do care about you, and I’m not disappointed, just... just don’t give me a reason to spank you again, alright kiddo?... because I will, if I have to," he added, hoping to make it clear that she would have to straighten her act out a bit if she didn’t want a repeat of this.
Faith nodded. "I can’t help it, Francis. I’m mischievous at heart." She hated admitting it, but she *was* a troublemaker. "But I’ll try to be good from now on... and no more throwing pennies off the roller coaster, honest."
The words ‘I’m mischievous at heart’ had had an effect on him, an effect that he wouldn’t dare talk about, let alone discuss it with Faith; and while he nodded and really hoped she would be good, deep down he hoped she would be not. It was a bittersweet conflict taking place inside of him, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He wondered whether she was feeling anything of the like.
And of course she was, but didn’t know the feelings that she was having, and was afraid to admit them even to herself. So she stuffed them down in her little mind as far as they would possibly go and hugged him tight. She sat there for a moment like that, waiting to see what happened next.
Simply enough, Francis kissed the top of her perfumed hair and then broke the hug, and gave her a smile while his hands worked her khaki shorts back up her thighs, re-dressing her. "Know what? You were right, it’s too hot here. Let’s get us a soda and a free ride... if you can sit on those roller coaster seats, that is," he added with a wink.
Faith smiled and nodded, opening the door and letting the fresh air hit her. She wiped her sweaty face off with her sleeve and turned around, still rubbing her throbbing bottom with one hand. She held the other out to Francis as he hopped out of the SUV and she lead him back towards the roller coaster, smiling the whole way, and tucking an amazing experience inside her heart – hoping it would be the first of many, yet hoping it would be the last.
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