Story: Practice Makes Perfect... Years Later

Continuation to Practice Makes Perfect.  Random addition to an old mini series.  Dunno where it came from, and I apologize for all the weed references I always make.  I can't really stop doing it lol.  I'd like to dedicate this to Mackenzie for her birthday!!!  I'm also going to dedicate to her a Back on Track 3 story hehehe hopefully soon.  Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Practice Makes Perfect... Years Later

by Breanna Carter

A lot happened during college.  I ended up going to Centenary with Jeremy, where he was busy getting all A's in Philosophy and I was getting all A's in partying hardcore.  Not so many A's in the subjects that counted though.  He was my spanker my first two years, trying to keep me focused, using his philosophy skills on me to break me down into feeling bad for what I'd done.  He felt it was his duty to make sure I behaved in a moral manner.  Whatever that meant.

We were sort of an item during those two years, but when he got accepted to grad school at Columbia, we knew that a long distance thing was just not going to happen.  We faded away for a little while, but then grew stronger, texting each other randomly throughout the day, hour-long phone conversations, and promises to meet up on the holidays.  I even visited him in New York once (got spanked lots) and had an amazing time.  

When I finished college, I decided to work close to home for a bit.  I don't really know what I was thinking… within a couple of months I was already searching for out of state grad school programs for me.  Jeremy suggested one in his area.  I found this amazing social work program at NYU.  Then I got accepted!  

We decided to be roommates… and see if it led to anything more.  It didn't take long before it was leading to more…

"Amy," he said one evening when he walked into the apartment, staring down at me, hands on his hips.  "I was at your practice today… something's up.  Have you not been practicing like you're supposed to?"

He was talking about the fact that I was playing with NYU's orchestra.  It was a scholarship thing and I was a little tired of playing, but Jeremy insisted I continue and even gave me money for private lessons.  I'd forgotten to tell him that instead of spending Tuesday evenings practicing viola, I hung out in my best friend's studio, sprawled out on bean bag chairs, smoking weed and contemplating the meaning of life.  This was more therapy than playing a musical instrument.  But Jeremy wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how I'd been spending his money.

"I've been practicing a lot," I told him, focusing on playing Angry Birds on my computer.  I was a little stoned at the moment, truth be told, and too stressed out to really think about more than destroying little green aliens.

Jeremy snatched my computer away.  

"Heyyy I was playing that!"

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you," he said, glaring at me and then stooping down to my level.  "What's going on with these practices.  Tell me the truth."

I sighed, looking away from him.

"Amy, don't be a brat."

"I'm not being a brat.  You took away my Angry Birds and I don't feel like talking right now."

"Because you know you're in trouble," he said, causing a shiver down my spine.  "You've been smoking a lot lately, haven't you?" he asked.  When I didn't answer, he continued:  "You've not been keeping up with your practicing or studying because you've been smoking.  I'm right, aren't I, Amy?"

I still didn't answer, just began chewing on my fingernail, feeling super uncomfortable.

"I asked you a question, Young Lady," he said firmly.

"Jeremy, I was playing Angry Birds.  Can I have my computer back please?"

He stood up now, towering over me.  I caught a glimpse of his unimpressed expression and it sent a pang through my stomach.  My heart began to beat quickly, my palms sweaty, ugh I was so guilty.

"Get out your viola," he told me.  "And all of your music."

"W- what?"

"You heard me," he said.  "You know how I take care of little girls who don't practice."  

I chewed harder on my fingernail, remembering the very first spanking I'd gotten from him.  How he'd given me swats based on how badly I messed up in the song I hadn't practiced.  If he did the same thing now, I wouldn't be able to sit for a while… Especially since I'd been smoking.  Arghhh, I just couldn't win.

"Now," he urged.

I groaned, rolled my eyes, and fetched my viola as ordered.  He set up the stand and I gave him a pathetic look.  "I really don't feel like practicing right now," I whined. 

"I've been paying you $100 a week for this 'private instructor' you found that you promised you would go to.  Apparently, he isn't doing the kind of instructing you need, so I will take care of that on my own."

I squirmed and placed my music on the stand, standing there with my viola under my arm, wishing this weren't happening.

"How many pieces did you go over today in practice?"

"Two," I answered.  "One of them is kind of a breeze, but the other is a pain in the ass and really fucking long."

Jeremy folded his arms and looked displeased at my choice of words.  Oops.  "I think it's going to be even a bigger 'pain in the ass' tonight," he said, smirking slightly.  "Let's hear the one that's a breeze first."

I really hated practicing because the viola isn't really an instrument that sounds good by itself.  It's just the harmony so it sounds kind of stupid without a violin or cello adding it's lovely melody to the piece.  Also, I play more by ear than by reading the notes, so that made it even more difficult to practice.

Needless to say, when I finished my first run-through of the song, I couldn't tell if the expression on Jeremy's face was more amusement or irritation.  "I couldn't keep track of the mistakes," he said.  "You're in luck that I don't have the score in front of me."

I gulped, looking down at the floor and feeling suddenly like a 16 year old again.  It was amazing at how quick he could put me into that mindset of a kid who is in a lot of trouble… which is basically what I was.  

"Let's hear the 'pain in the ass' song," he said almost tauntingly. 

I whined slightly, changing the music, tears wanting to come to my eyes.  I was in so much trouble.  I'd been so bad… hanging out and smoking instead of practicing like I should have been.  I really did deserve the spanking I was going to get.  But ooh, it was going to hurt.

Placing my viola on my shoulder, I played with as much enthusiasm and gusto as possible, trying to save my ass and bluff that I was doing a lot better than I really was.  The good news was that I was high enough to be able to imagine the rest of the orchestra in my head, but a little too high to recover quickly when I screwed up.  I still think the Mendelssohn song sounded much more lovely than it had that afternoon at practice… but not lovely enough to convince Jeremy to keep me out of trouble.

He pulled me towards him, where he sat on the armless, straight-backed chair.  The chair I "practiced" in when I was at home (which was actually used more for old-fashioned spankings than practicing viola).  He looked me in the eyes, a disappointed expression spread across his face.  "Have you been going to private lessons like you're supposed to?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't want to lie to him… but if I told him the truth, he'd be really super mad and I'd be in so much trouble… and I didn't really want that either.  He stared at me as I pondered this in my brain and finally I blurted out, "yes!"

He raised his eyebrows, doubting me.  "You have?  Is your instructor just not that great or what?"

"We've been practicing the other pieces," I lied, fidgeting a little.

"Oh?  Is that so?" he asked, now certainly amused with what I'd said.  "Well how about let's hear those."

Fuck.  I hadn't thought of that.  Now I was really going to be in for it.  "No wait, Jeremy… I…"  Ugh, I had no idea what to say.  

"Yes?"

He waited patiently for me to admit to what I'd done.

I shifted from one foot to another, chewing on my thumbnail, taking deep breaths and trying to think of how I was going to get myself out of this one.  "I mean, we haven't been… okay… fine… no, I haven't been going to practice."  I took a step back to avoid a swat.

"And what have you been doing?" he wanted to know.  He pulled me back towards him, moving my chin so that I was looking into his eyes.

"I dunno…" I muttered.

"Smoking?"

"I… dunno…" I repeated.

He shook his head.  Now I'd really done it.  Now I was in so much trouble.  Ugh, he was going to kill me.

"Go get the hairbrush," he said softly.

Ouchhh… I totally didn't want the evil wooden hairbrush!!  It hurt so much and ugh, I really didn't want that.  But the look on Jeremy's face told me that he wasn't going to accept my pleas, so without a word, I turned and shuffled towards the bathroom where he kept the brush in the top drawer, a constant reminder every time I searched for a washcloth of what would happen when I super misbehaved.  It definitely had to be the most evil thing Jeremy had ever used on me.

I was somewhat scared to come out of the bathroom, and probably would've delayed coming out even longer if Jeremy hadn't yelled, "Today, Amy!"  I closed the drawer and went back to the living room.  

He reached for the button of my jeans and pulled them down, then helped me over his lap and pulled my panties down, too.  I held onto the floor as best as possible, fearing what was about to happen.

"Amy, I'm not very happy to hear that you haven't been practicing your viola like we originally agreed upon," Jeremy said, resting the hairbrush on my bottom.  "And it upsets me even more that you've been deceiving me into thinking I was paying for private lessons."

I squirmed.  "I'm sorry…"

"From now on, you will work with me like we used to… and there will be consequences for failing to practice… do you understand?"

"Yes…" I mumbled.

He lifted the hairbrush and crashed it down on my bottom, taking me somewhat by surprise at how much it actually hurt.  He didn't give me much of a break to learn to tolerate the pain, but instead, kept crashing it down.

"Owwww, owww!" I howled.  

He kept a steady pace, ignoring my cries.  "I'm very disappointed in you, Amy," he said firmly, giving me some hearty swats to the sit spots.  "I'm disappointed that you would stoop to this level of immaturity."  

"Ahhhh but, oww, I'm… ahh!… sorryyyy!!" I yelped, reaching my hand back.

He moved my hand out of the way and kept the hard swats coming, making my backside colorful.  I kicked up a little and he gave me a swat to the thigh.  "You deserve every bit of this spanking, Amy, and you know it," he bellowed.

"Ooowwwww!" I replied, feeling my bum warming up.  It hurt so much.  I just wanted him to stop!  I regretted that I'd smoked instead of practiced… and I regretted that I'd lied to him!  And I super regretted that I'd gotten caught.  "Jeremy I'm sorry!!" I pleaded.

He gave me some harder swats now, and faster.  I was kicking and squirming all over the place while he peppered my cheeks, then sit spot, making sure that I would feel this for a while.

"Are you starting to learn your lesson, Young Lady?" he asked, giving an extremely hard smack to my already throbbing sit spot.

"Ooowwwwwww yessss!" I promised, tears now streaming down my face.

He started spanking me harder and faster then, causing me to kick and squirm and cry like crazy until he finally stopped, releasing my hands that he'd taken in an effort to keep me from blocking.  I immediately rubbed my backside, warm and surely a dark red by this time.  I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a while!!

"Amy, I don't appreciate you lying to me," he said softly.  "I'm serious.  That's not cool."  

I slid off his lap, rubbing my bottom with one hand, wiping tears out of my eyes with the other.  "I'm sorry," I choked out, crying more and giving him a big hug.

He gathered me in his arms and sat me on his lap.  "I forgive you…" he said, kissing my forehead.  "I just want what's best for you.  I know that things are stressful now, but I don't want you to get into the habit of smoking to deal with it.  Practicing is much better… and much less painful," he added, chuckling slightly at his bad joke.

"Thanks, Jeremy," I said, sniffling and cuddling up to him.  

"You're welcome."

We cuddled like that for a few minutes until he sent me to shower, put on pjs and practice while he made dinner.  I felt like I was a kid again.  And even more so when he tucked me into bed early, told me a cheesy bedtime story and sent me off with a kiss to the forehead.  Of course when he left the room I rolled over onto my tummy… no way was I sleeping on my back that night!

Story: A Friend In Need Is a Friend Indeed

Part of the Practice Makes Perfect mini-series.  Amy's been dealing with her emotional pain by smoking too much.  Jeremy insists that there are other ways for her to feel better, like crying, but she doesn't want to.

A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
by Breanna Carter

"What's going on?" Jeremy asked me one evening when I arrived at his apartment, reeking of cigarette smoke.

"Nothing," I muttered and plopped down on his couch.

He closed the door behind me and towered over me, blocking my view from the tv. "You're just not going to come over here and tell me nothing's going on. I know something is. I can tell during class when you're not focusing and the less talented players are playing better than you, and I can tell when I see you shoving those yellow homework slips in your pocket that says you haven't been doign your work, and I can tell when you smell of cigarettes. So tell me, Amy, what's the problem?"

"Nothing, I'm just stressed."

He folded his arms. "Stressed because you're a procrastinator and you've had weeks to work on this project and you're just now getting started? Stressed because you've neglected to attend classes three times this week and instead you've been hanging out with your pothead friends getting stoned?"

I looked up at him, trying not to express my fear, but rather, confusion in what he was saying. "What? That's not true.."

"Not true my ass. I wasn't born yesterday, Amy, and I hear people talking. And I've seen the way you've been acting, and this pot smoking is going to stop, do you understand?"

"I haven't been smoking pot!" I lied, standing up to defend myself.

"Oh? And I bet you haven't been skipping classes either?" he said sarcastically, still towering over me.

"I haven't!"

"So I can call the school office right now and ask for your attendance and they'd tell me that it was perfect for the whole week?"

"Go ahead and call them," I bellowed. "Who gives a fuck anyway? It's not like I care about graduating."

He shook his head at me. "Listen, I know it's tough dealing with shit sometimes. I know you're close to your grandma and you're worried about her health, but you have to cut this shit out, Amy. Smoking weed isn't going to make her well, and skipping class isn't going to ease the stress. You can't just stop living. You're going to fuck up your whole life and end up selling your body so you can have the money to get yourself more drugs, and that's not the life you want to live."

"I don't care if I sell my body. I don't care. I don't even care if I live long enough to be poor enough and addicted enough to sell my body."

He had been rigid, but now he turned soft, stroking my face gently with his fingers. "Tell me you don't mean that," he begged. "Please, tell me you're not serious, Amy."

I just shook my head, fighting the tears that I'd been fighting for the past two weeks when I'd found out how bad of shape my grandmother was in. Like my mom had told me, she was the most stable thing in my life and the chances of her making it too much longer were slim to none. We'd been expecting her death for so long now that I'd been trying to prepare, but now it was even closer, and I'd realized how prepared I really wasn't. "It's the only way to numb the pain," I whispered to Jeremy, referring to the habit I'd picked up over the last couple of days.

"No, it's not," he answered, pulling me in for a hug. "It's not the only way to numb the pain, babe. There's plenty of other ways, and you know that. You haven't even attempted to try and talk to me about it, or to lose yourself in music like you used to do. There's so many healthier things you could be doing... healthier and legal things. I don't want to see you fuck up everything like this."

There was a big lump in my throat. I was so close to tears, but wanted to be strong. Wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't weak and I could handle this and it was no big deal.

Jeremy didn't buy it anyway, though. "Just cry, Amy... Just cry," he cooed, rubbing my back.

"I can't," I whispered again, for fear that talking would dissolve that lump and I'd begin crying sporatically.

"Yes you can. Cry it out, hon.."

I shook my head and he said nothing else, just released from the hug and pulled me over towards the couch. We'd been through this procedure so many times before, sometimes in a playful manner, sometimes in a stern manner... this time it was just a friendly manner. He tugged at my jeans and panties, pulling them to my knees before turning me over his lap. I shivered slightly, but didn't have it in my heart to beg him to stop. I knew I deserved this.. for skipping classes, for procrastinating, for doing drugs, for lying to my parents about where I was going... I'd deserved this for a long time. He'd known it, too, and was just now confronting me about it because he knew I was stressed. Maybe he thought things would get better, but they just kept getting worse and worse.

He rested a firm hand on my backside, rubbing my back with the other. "Amy, I am so disappointed in you, Young Lady," he scolded, and the firm hand that had been resting was now smacking my bottom rhymetically. Each smack stung like hell and I was squirming within seconds of the spanking. Squirming to free from his strong grip and to dodge some smacks, but it didn't help much. He just held onto me tighter, and spanked harder. "I will not tolerate this behavior that you've been displaying lately. It's unacceptable to skip classes, and more unacceptable to do drugs like you've been doing."

"Oooowww, I know!" I howled, trying to squirm away from his tight grip.

"And if I have to spank you everyday this week to make sure you make it to class and do your homework and stay away from drugs, I will, do you understand me, Young Lady?"

"Yesssss!"

"And I don't know what the deal with orchestra is lately, but I know you haven't been practicing, and if I did the exercise I first tried with you where you were spanked for every missed note or rhythm, I can guarantee that you probably would have trouble sitting down after we were finished, wouldn't you?"

"Yessss!" I answered, now sobbing like a baby. He was spanking so hard and the words he said were piercing me... punching me in the stomach like I hadn't realized before all the shit I'd been doing. And it hurt so much to know that I'd disappointed him so. I'd let him down. I hated feeling like that.

"Now, are you going to behave and do as you're supposed to?" he asked, still spanking me.

"Yesss, I promiseee!!" I sobbed, having the feeling that my bum had turned quite a shade of red by this time.

"And are we going to have to repeat this anytime soon?"

"Nooooo!!"

"Good," he replied and smacked me a good two or three time before stopping.

My face was buried into the couch cushion as I cried... not only for the pain that had been inflicted upon me, but for the fact that I'd disappointed my good friend, and I'm sure everyone else would be disappointed in me if they knew what I'd been doing, and most of all I'd disappointed myself for doing such things. And I cried for my grandma who was in such pain and I knew she'd be better once taken off this earth because she hurt so much sometimes, but she was such an influence in my own life and I loved her so much that I hated to admit it, even if it was true. I cried because I didn't want her to die, and I cried because I wanted her to be happy. And I just cried for everything, forgetting about being strong, forgetting about putting up a wall so no one could see my emotions. I cried everything out, everything I'd been feeling over the last two weeks.

I'd only been over his lap for a few seconds after he stopped before Jeremy scooped me into his arms and held me tightly, pressing my face against his chest and letting my tears stain his shirt. It didn't bother him, though, cause he just held me tighter, rubbing my back, stroking my hair, rocking me back and forth. Don't all of those consoling gestures that he could do... He'd lost people before, too... everyone has. And he knew it was hard, and knew what I was going through. That's why I was happy that he was there for me. He made that clear as we sat on the couch, I in his lap on my tender backside.

"Amy, I'm always here for you, okay?" he whispered in my ear. "I'm your friend and I want you to talk to me... and I want to help you out instead of you fucking up your life."

I nodded. "I know," I sniffled. "I'll do better, I promise."

He smiled, kissing my forehead. "I know, babe... I know it," he said. And we snuggled on the couch for what seemed like forever, until the sun had set and it was getting too chilly to handle. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up with a blanket wrapped around me to the smell of warm soup for dinner. He brought me a bowl and some crackers, sat down beside me and said "I'm here to listen... so talk to me." And from there I spilt my guts, telling him all of my feelings and everything that'd been happening lately... That was just what I needed... a friend :)

Story: Lizbeth's Spiffy Friend

Part of the Lizbeth series.  Katrina drinks too much and causes a scene outside of Lizbeth's house.  This is probably the last story that will ever be in this series.

Lizbeth's Spiffy Friend
by Breanna Carter

I was sitting by the window on a breezy Saturday night. It'd been one of the nights that Katrina had to work. It was really lonely not getting to see her, since I was used to being with her everyday. Since the summer had started there were only three nights a week that I didn't spend with her, and usually I at least got to see her since she was the main driver for Papa and his friends to get home from work. That's why it amazed me when Papa was dropped off in a white Neon.

"Papa? Where's Kat?" I asked, unfolding myself from the window where I was perched.

"She went out."

I gave a pathetic look.

"Aww, come on, Lizbeth. She comes over here everynight. She wanted to go out and have some fun. But she did say to tell you 'hey.'"

I smiled. "Okay, that works." I hugged Papa and went back to the window, sketching a little and glancing out every so often when the serene air was interrupted by someone talking. I couldn't have been there more than an hour, listening to a show called "Laura" that was on in the other room as I drew, when a green taxi cab pulled up beside the house. I glanced out, trying to see who it was, only to see Kat stumbling out. She pulled some money out of her pocket and I yelled, "Papa! Papa! Kat's here!"

I would have thought he'd have been excited, but instead he told me to stay inside.

"But why?" I whined.

"Just do as I say, Young Lady," he responded and started talking quickly to Alberto who followed him outside.

I went back to my window and pouted, wanting to wave hey to Kat, but by this time she was a little distracted by yelling at someone.

"...fuck you!" she was screaming. "You're just a fucking guy who doesn't give a shit about anyone but your fucking self."

I finally saw the dark figure standing on the stairs who was Javier. That's who she was yelling at. He was trying to talk calm and rationally to her, but she wouldn't stand it.

"Fucking prick. Just dump me for a goddamn girl, huh? I'm worth it and one day you'll fucking regret it!" she spat.

"That's enough," Alberto told her as he and Papa descended from the stairs.

"I'll tell you when it's fucking enough," she said, pointing her finger at Javier as Papa tried to calm her down. I couldn't even hear him over her yelling. Before I knew it, Javier started yelling back, talking mad-crazy Spanish and cussing her up and down. "If you're going to talk about me, at least say it in English so I can fucking understand you, asshole," she said, beginning to try and throw herself at him.

"Katrina!" Papa said, pushing her away. "Shut up."

"I'm not going to fucking shut up until I tell him how I feel."

"You've said enough," Papa decided.

Javier finished off what he was saying and went back up the stairs.

"Kat, go home," Papa declared.

She was about to keep yelling, but she broke down instead, bawling like a baby. "I don't have anywhere to go," she wailed.

Papa and Alberto glanced at each other and Papa put his arm around her shoulder, trying to calm her down. He rubbed her back softly, murmuring to her in his broken English. I couldn't make anything out and desperately wanted to go hug her myself. Obviously Javier had hurt her pretty badly... I mean, she'd sort of talked about it lately. They'd used to be really good friends and she was telling me that he barely spoke to her since he got a girlfriend. I guess she'd just had enough and decided to let him know how she felt.

The two men led the crying girl up the stairs and out of my line of vision. Within no time, I began to hear them and hopped towards the living room, wanting to be the first to give Kat a big hug. The door opened and she was still bawling and there was a strong smell that I couldn't quite make out. It reminded me of those nights that Papa and his friends sat around drinking Corona, but it wasn't Corona that I smelled. When she was closer, I also noticed a change in her normal characteristics, like she wasn't exactly walking straight and she wasn't looking straight or talking straight. Hm.

"Hey, Kat!" I yelped.

"Lizbeth, go to bed," Papa ordered.

"But Papa!!"

"Now!" he said sternly and I stalked off.

"Lizbeth!" Kat yelled. "I love you!!"

I smiled. "Me too!"

She giggled.

I went to my bed, still listening to them.

"You're going to get yourself killed," Papa scolded, not exactly in proper English.

"I don't care," she murmured back.

"So you don't want a place to sleep tonight? You wanna go back outside and sleep on the streets, or you want a cab so you can go back home and get yelled at from your mom?"

I imagined her shaking her head.

"I'm not going to put up with this shit, Katrina. My daughter doesn't need to be exposed to your crap."

I wished I could go in there and tell Papa that Kat wasn't exposing me to anything and that I was eleven for God's sakes and not to take Kat away from me.

"I know. I shouldn't be drunk in front of her."

I felt a pit in my stomach.

Then Alberto started in. "If you want Javier to listen to you, you need to talk to him when you're sober."

"B-but... I can't."

"And why not?"

"Because I can't."

Keep in mind that I'm translating this since it was in half English and half Spanish. No way would the three of them be talking so proper.

"If you can't do it while sober, you shouldn't talk to him at all," Papa said.

"I know," she answered.

"You can sleep here tonight," they decided and I silently did the happy dance in my head. "But you're getting a spanking tomorrow morning to go with your hangover."

I now imagined Katrina pouting. "Okay," she answered bravely. She was always so much braver than me. I would have pitched a fit! Of course, I guess if given the choice of a spanking or sleeping on the streets, I'd take the former...

I listened as Papa and Alberto discussed quietly where she'd sleep, debating on whether she should sleep with Alberto or me. I kept my fingers crossed that they would decide me, so we could talk all night. Unfortuantely, they decided for her to sleep with Alberto and Papa crawled in bed with me a couple of hours later.

"What's wrong with Kat?" I asked him.

"Nothing. Go to sleep," he replied.

I pouted for a little while, staring out the window and wondering what was going on with the world. Why would anyone find it so necessary to get drunk? Especially Kat, out of all people. She was the coolest person ever.

I was the first to wake up the next morning and I quickly got in the shower, hoping that Kat would take me some place cool since she stayed the night. I dressed myself in a pair of shorts and a tanktop, then watched tv for a little while until the rest of the gang shuffled out of bed. The two men still seemed quite infuriated with Katrina, though I couldn't really blame them even if I didn't understand most of it.

"Lizbeth," Katrina said, clearing her throat and walking towards me. "I wanted to apologize about last night."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I said some really rude things that I know you heard and shouldn't have. And I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like that."

"So why'd you do it? Why'd you come over here?"

She shook her head, on the verge of tears. "I don't know. I did it because I was feeling down and thought it'd help me feel better... and I came over here because I wasn't thinking clearly. I don't know what my problem was. I shouldn't have even drank. And I really don't want to let you down."

"It's okay, you haven't let me down."

"But I did set a bad example for you... and you have to promise me that you won't go and get drunk now just to see what it's like."

I smiled. "You know I wouldn't do that," I said, remembering the time that I'd tried Papa's cigarettes and nearly burned the house down. "Last time I tried something so stupid, I got in big trouble."

"I know," she answered. "But really.. I'm sorry about last night and it won't happen again."

"It's okay," I said and hugged her tightly.

"No, it's really not. Your dad is super upset with me."

"Why?"

"I assume because I'm setting a bad impression for you, not to mention that I could have probably gotten myself arrested last night. I mean, I was just going a little crazy and stuff... he has every reason to be upset. You'll get it one day."

"Is... he going to spank you?" I asked in a shaky voice.

She nodded softly, glancing in Papa and Alberto's direction. They were sitting on the other side of the room, watching tv and arguing about something that I wasn't quite that concerned with.

"Kat! You shouldn't be spanked. Ima tell Papa..."

"No, Lizbeth.. I do deserve it..." she paused. "I'd promised them both that I wouldn't get drunk last night. And I broke the promise. I messed up, big time."

"You promised them?"

"Yeah... I'd told them I was going to party... and they got mad and told me not to drink any because you looked up to me and we argued about it for a little while til I finally said 'fine, I won't drink' and they made me promise. And then I showed up here in that condition, and to top it off, it was in front of you, which is who they specifically didn't want me to see. Yeah, I'm in for it."

"I guess so," I admitted. "I don't like being the reason you're getting spanked, though!"

"Ohhh no! You're not the reason!" she assured me. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have made a promise I couldn't keep, and I shouldn't have come over here anyway. It was my fault. Don't blame yourself!"

"Papa treats me like such a kid sometimes, like I can't handle stuff."

"I know, but he only does it because he cares. It sucks way more when you have parents who don't care at all."

I nodded. "I can imagine."

Before we could continue the conversation any further, Papa and Alberto came over towards the sofa.

"Lizbeth, go get me the hairbrush from the bathroom," Papa ordered.

"But Papa," I began.

"Now, Young Lady, or I'll be using it on you as well."

I gulped and scampered off, fetching the wooden hairbrush and bringing it to him. He ordered me to have a seat on the other side of the room, then plopped down on the sofa, bringing Katrina over his lap.

She shivered slightly when he took her jeans and panties down, but she was so much braver than me. I'd have been bawling already by this point. The hairbrush hurts like hell! But she seemed okay.

Alberto stood to the side, watching as Papa's hand descended on Kat's white cheeks, wasting no time turning them to a deep crimson color. I was wincing with each smack, not wanting to watch her be punished like so. She would only howl out every so often, but kept a straight face for the most part, accepting her punishment.

"Drinking is no good, Katrina," Papa scolded, taking the hairbrush in his hand. "You will not come to my house drunk ever again, do you understand?" he asked, delivering a sharp and quick TWACK! to her already throbbing bottom. She yelped, but quickly regained herself, only to have him smack it down again and again, in quick succession. She kicked her legs and squirmed furiously, using all of her self-control not to reach back and block the smacks.

"Will you ever be that careless again?" Papa asked in Spanish, but apparently Katrina understood because she howled back "Nooo sirrr!!!"

He ended the spanking with two sharp smacks to the sit-spots then lifted her up, giving Alberto his seat on the couch so he could finish it up.

She still hadn't started crying yet. I was nearly to tears just watching the whole thing!

Alberto put her into position and didn't waste any time smacking some sense into her. He whacked her backside with that brush sooo hard and sooo many times that I was jumping up in my seat, wanting to beg him to stop. I didn't, though, for fear of my own fate and worse of all, that she'd just get it even longer and harder.

I felt like I'd been watching the spanking for hours when it was finally over. I guess it only lasted a couple of minutes, but Kat's bottom was realllly dark and looked like it'd be bruising some. Alberto lifted her up and I noted that she had indeed been crying silently for quite some time. Her eyes were red and puffy (just like her bum) and the tears were streaming down. She wiped them away, Alberto helping her tug up her panties back up. She had been wearing baggy jeans, like always, so she didn't mind pulling them up as well. She still winced as she did so, though.

Papa and Alberto both gave her a hug and then I walked over towards her, wiping my own tears away as I embraced her, too.

"Why are you crying?" she whispered.

"Cause you're crying!" I answered. "And I don't like it when you cry."

"Everybody cries."

"But you're so brave," I acknowledged. "I could never take a spanking like that for so long without crying like a baby."

"I'm not as brave as you think I am."

I didn't respond to that because she broke away, wiping her eyes once more.

"I have to go home."

"You hafta?" I begged.

"Yeah. I didn't go home last night. I should probably explain to my mom why."

I poked out my lower lip but quickly caught Papa's admonishing glare. "Well, okay then," I said. "See you tonight?"

"That's right," she answered, winking at me and waving goodbye, disappearing out of the doorway.

Story: Practice Will Always Make Perfect

Part of Practice Makes Perfect mini-series.  Amy's substitute teacher just happens to be Jeremy.  And she's kinda craving his special kind of attention.  So she pushes every button til she gets it.

Practice Will Always Make Perfect
by Breanna Carter

It was the second week into the second semester of my senior year in high school and they still hadn't found a replacement teacher for our orchestra conductor. All we had was substitutes who couldn't tell the difference from a cello and a violin (no offense if you don't know the difference, but you'd do us no good, either!). So we were working on our second week of having not played with a surprise walked through the door that even I wasn't expecting.

"Okay, everyone... we're actually going to play today," the figure said, standing in front of the class. I don't think half of us heard him because we were all talking... and actually, I'd heard him, but didn't care much until I turned around and saw Jeremy standing there.

"Guys! It's Jeremy!" I whispered. They'd known that Jeremy and I had been good friends back in the day and they knew that I was playing in the Centenary Orchestra with him.

The glanced up and whispered back, "Wow! He is cute!"

"Settle down, guys..." Jeremy said, trying to hush the crazy class.

The noise began to die down, but not before my friend said, "You didn't know he was coming?"

"Hadn't a clue. Maybe he just decided."

Finally, the room was quiet and Jeremy was allowed to explain himself. "I'd heard that your teacher left to go to New York or something, huh?"

Everyone nodded.

"Well, some of you may know me... I graduated from here two years ago as a viola player.."

I yelled, "Whoooo!!! Go violas!" You know... like violas were cool or something. Yeah, orchestra was about the only class I was a smartass in because most of the people in there liked me.

Jeremy smiled and continued. "And anyway... I'm in my second year of college and since all you have to have is some college to be a substitute, I offered to take over her classes until they can find a replacement."

I grinned from ear to ear. Hopefully they wouldn't find a replacement anytime soon!

"Now... I know how Ms. Jones was... She was my teacher for at least seven years. I know what she does and does not tolerate, and you can expect me to be the same way. You will treat me with the same respect that you do her. I won't allow you to goof off in class. Otherwise, we'll be having a fun time and we'll still get to compete in state competition and we'll still get to go to Tennessee like she'd planned."

There was an almost simultaneous, "Yay!"

Everyone got their things out of their lockers and started tuning up and stuff. No one would admit it, but I actually think we were a little excited to get to play again. It'd been a while since we'd gotten to work on any music... at least a month.

Jeremy passed out parts to some new pieces to see what we thought of them and I'll have to admit that he has good taste. Plus, he's a viola player so he didn't give us blow off parts. It was great!! I was so ecstatic that at the end of class, I went up and gave him a hug.

"How come you didn't tell me you'd be coming?"

"Were my hints too subtle for you? I told ya that I had a surprise and you'd find out in the morning."

I thought back to the evening before when we were talking on the phone. "Apparently they were a little too subtle cause I didn't catch on. But I'm excited!"

"Yeah, but Amy, be good, okay? Just because you're my friend doesn't mean that you can get away with stuff that everyone else can't."

"You shouldn't be worried about me being good," I teased, noting that the next class was coming inside.

"If you were good, you'd be getting to class!" he teased back. "Now go!"

"Aye aye, captain!" I said, saluting him and stalking off.

The next couple of days were a mixture of good and bad. Good because I got to see Jeremy everyday and he was total eye candy, but bad because he was as repetitive and boring as my old teacher. We kept playing the same parts over and over and over again until we perfected it, so I decided to be a little devious.

"Do we really have to keep playing this same part?" I complained.

He shot me a glare soooo mean. "Yes, Amy, we do." He raised his hands to conduct us over the same part again and I didn't even bother playing. "Amy, you're part of the viola section, yes?"

"I guess," I muttered.

"I asked the violas to play which means that you should be playing as well, am I correct?"

"I guess, but this is stupid. I don't want to keep playing the same part over and over and over!"

He didn't look too happy. I could only hope that this would result in a spanking after school! No such luck, however. He simply sat down and said, "Which means you've perfected it, I assume?"

"Yes."

"Let's hear it then."

"Excuse me?"

"You claim that you've perfected it, so let's hear you play it, up to tempo."

"Up to tempo?" I gulped... that wasn't quite the reprimand I'd been expecting.

"Yes," he turned the metronome on and the fast clicks matched the beating of my heart. Arggh, that damn thing drives me crazy! It's so we can keep the beat and I literally despise it. Jeremy knows that.

"Any day now," he urged.

Scowling, I raised my instrument and played the measures that we'd had to keep repeating. Of course, I failed miserably. Surprise? I think not.

"Oh? I thought you could play it perfectly?"

I blushed to no end. He wasn't supposed to humiliate me in front of the class like that!

When I gave no answer, he continued with the lesson, "Violas, from the top of the measure, and this time, Miss Amy is going to join us."

I rolled my eyes at him, casting him a look as if saying that I wanted to kill him. So, like a puppy beaten into submission, I played the damn part over and over and over again.

At the end of class, I went up to yell at Jeremy for embarrassing me in front of the class, but he beat me to it.

"How dare you act like this class is your playtime," he scolded.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to go and embarrass me like you did!"

"I didn't? Seemed to me like you were showing out and practically asking for...." he stopped dead in his sentence. "Oh... I see. So you want a...?" he paused, not completing his sentence or allowing me to answer him. "Well, we'll see about that," he concluded, then walked off, leaving me standing in the front of the class, stunned.

I racked my brain the rest of the day to try and figure out what in God's name he had been getting at. I mean, it looked like I'd earned my spanking, but it didn't sound like it'd be one that I'd like. I spent the rest of the day fidgeting, waiting for the minutes to pass so the final bell would ring. Of course, you know how those days are. They crawl by endlessly as if they're waiting for Christmas. I felt like I was waiting for Christmas!

The 3:30 bell finally rang and everyone shoved out of my English class, talking loudly about their plans for the evening. That's what I loved about being a senior... the classes were so damn easy, you could hang out with your friends during the week!

I tried to find Jeremy after school to see what his deal was, but he was nowhere to be found. I tried calling his cell phone, but no answer. There was this feeling in my stomach that I didn't particularly care for too much. Why was he avoiding me?

Instead of going straight home like I would have normally done, I went to the park for a minute to smoke a cigarette or two. Yes, it was illegal and no, my parents didn't know I did it, nor did Jeremy. In fact, I think the only people who did were the runners on the track who saw me about once a week smoking the same pack of Salems. I only did it when I was really pissed or really stressed, and at this point in time, I couldn't figure out what it was that I was feeling.

I hadn't been at the park longer than ten minutes when I felt my phone vibrating inside my pocket. I reached it out to see that Jeremy was calling.

"Hello?" I answered, taking a final puff of my cigarette and throwing it on the ground.

"Where are you?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Don't be a brat, Amy, you're in for it enough already. Just answer me."

I scowled. "At the park."

"Come to my apartment."

"Why?"

"If you'd rather me pick your ass up from the park, I'll do that."

I had sudden images of Jeremy's tall frame dragging me across the parking lot of the park towards his car. Didn't like the sound of that. "Um, I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

I hauled ass to my car, smirking slightly. Brats like me *always* got what they wanted! What I wanted was a good spanking from Jeremy... when did I not want that? And now I was going to get it, just like a real punishment... just like the first time he spanked me!

I shifted nervously in anticipation on my drive to Jeremy's apartment. The music was blaring, but I couldn't hear it... my heart was thumping too loudly. I finally pulled up to his place and knocked slightly on the door.

He opened it and pulled me inside. "Come here," he ordered, shutting the door and walking towards the dining room table.

"What is it?" I asked exasperatedly.

"I am sick and tired of you acting up in my class and I'm going to put a stop to it, Young Lady, do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear," I answered sarcastically.

He groaned and moved his hands towards the button on my jeans. "Well, you wanted it, and you got it," he told me then quickly undid my jeans and tugged them down to the floor angrily. He might as well have shoved me over the table, cause that's what it felt like he was doing.

"What...?" I began, but broke off when he began pulling my panties down to the floor.

"Over the table, Amy, and don't so much as move, got it?"

"Erm, okay," I said, gulping.

I leaned over the table, arms under me, catching a sort of chill from being bared from the waist down. It was silent for a couple of seconds and then I heard it: the clanging sound and then leather sliding through loops. Ohhhh no!

"Jeremy... are you...?"

He answered me with more clanging sounds and then a slap across the bottom.

I shrieked. "OOOWWWW!!" I howled, reaching back and grabbing my backside.

He grabbed my wrists, pushing me back down on the table and landing three hard smacks right in a row on my sitspots.

"Ahhhh, Jeremy!" I squealed. "That hurts!"

"But isn't this what you wanted?" he sneered, landing more smacks.

The pain was crazy! True, I'd wanted a spanking, but not this! Each deafening smack was landing ontop of another, then followed by my screams and apologies.

"Do you see what happens when you disrupt my class, Amy?" he asked, hitting my thighs and causing me to make the same noise that an opera singer might make.

"Yesssssss, sirrrr!" I howled.

"And are you going to pop off smartass comments to me?"

"Noooo, sirrrr!!!"

"I am SICK of your defiance, Young Lady," he bellowed, not allowing me breathing time to regain myself. "And I will not tolerate this any longer. Anymore lip out of you and you'll be one very very sorry little girl, do you understand?"

"Yessssss, sirrrrrrrr!!" I said, squirming to no end. "I'm sorrrryyyy!!"

"You better be, because this will be a piece of cake compared to what happens if we have this problem again." He finished up with a very hard smack to each thigh then sat me down at the dining room table. He took out three sheets of paper and wrote at the top of the first one "I will do as I'm told in class and not make inappropriate comments."

He handed me the paper. "I want three pages, front and back, of these lines, to be turned into me tomorrow in front of the class."

I sniffled, nodding and shifting once more on my sore bottom.

He patted my head. "Good girl," he said, then smirked and handed me the pencil, then made his way to watch tv. I glowered at him from across the room. Lines are NOT fun!

Story: The Brat Takes After Her Sis

Part of The Brat mini series.  Now it's Aubrey's turn.

The Brat Takes After Her Sis
by Breanna Carter

"I have a surprise for you," Josh said as we ambled back into the living room.

I gave him a questioning look. "What's that?"

He handed me his keys. "Look in the backseat inside my backpack. You should find it okay."

I smiled slightly, unsure of what it could be. If it was a surprise, though, it had to be good!

I scooped the keys from his hands and skipped outside, opening the back door and digging for his backpack. He could complain about my car being a mess all, but his was just as bad! I finally found the backpack and searched through it. My heart sank as I found the surprise: A small paddle with about six holes drilled through it. Some surprise.

Walking back in the house with his backpack, I said, "I didn't find any surprises in here..."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't play that innocent act with me, Young Lady," he said in a stern voice that made my stomach do flips. "Unless you want more than I'm already giving you.."

"But Josh... Serenity is here..."

"I don't care... you saw her get spanked... I think it's only fair that..."

"Noooo!! She can't see me get spanked!!" I wailed.

He just laughed. "I'm just kidding. But you're getting spanked anyway. You need to learn how to have a better handle on your sister and to NOT call me at work unless it's an emergency!"

"But, Josh.." I stammered, trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't know..."

"Like hell you didn't know. I've told you countless times not to call at work unless it's an emergency. And if you didn't realize that what happened with Serenity wasn't an emergency... well, then, I'd like to know what you wouldn't consider an emergency."

I gulped.

He took the backpack from my hands, then revealed the paddle. It had been a board at some point. The creator probably had no idea what purpose the board would serve -- unless he was some sicko freak (like Josh and me), and made it specifically for that reason. Guess we'll never know.

"All right, Aubrey, jeans and panties down."

"Josh," I pleaded, giving it one last shot, though I knew it wouldn't work. He was persistant. "I didn't mean to." What a great attempt.

"I understand. You're still getting spanked. Pants down, and don't make me ask you again."

I gulped and fiddled with the button on my jeans, finally unbuttoning it (as he gave me a warning glare) and pulling them down to my knees. I looked back up at him again and he pointed downwards. That meant to pull the panties down, too. Now, as you can imagine, around Josh, I shouldn't really worry about the things he sees. But there's always something demeaning about a barebottom spanking, especially when you're forced to take down all clothes with him standing right there watching! Reluctantly, I tugged them down to meet my jeans and stood there, digging my toes into the carpet.

Josh sat down on the couch and grabbed my wrists, so I wouldn't be able to block anything. In other words, so I'd be as embarrassed as possible. I couldn't help but think that my younger sister was in the other room, probably spying on me and plotting to tell everyone what was happening. And if she wasn't already spying on me, the chances of her coming in were pretty high.

"Why am I spanking you, Aubrey?" he asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Because I called you at work when it wasn't an emergency."

"And?"

"Um, because I'm doing a bad job at handling my younger sister."

"And how are you going to fix that?"

"I'm going to start disciplining her more efficiently."

"And how are you going to learn how to do that?"

I hid a smirk. "I'm going to be spanked properly to help me learn how to do it myself."

"Very good," he answered, tugging at my wrists and letting me fall over his lap. "I expect to make quite an impression on you, dear, as I did your sister. The poor girl won't be sitting for a while and you won't either. However, since she is younger than you, you'll get it a lot worse..."

I shivered, hands in front of me and my face lying on my arms, trying not to think about what was happening.

He rested a hand on my bum, brushing it tenderly against my bare flesh. He teased me for a minute, lifting it up and placing it back down, before actually giving me the first smack. I wasn't expecting it. If Serenity hadn't been home, I would have yelped as loudly as possible, but instead, I covered my mouth, screaming into it.

"Ooowwwwww!! Joshhhh!" came my muffled whine.

"Don't 'oww Josh' me," he answered, delivering a few more. At this point I kind of felt sorry for Serenity because Josh is a strong guy and he wasn't showing mercy! Of course, then I remembered what a brat she was and that *she* was the entire reason I was getting spanked in the first place, so that made me wish that SHE was getting this spanking! Of course, all of this was in the front of my mind. In the back, I was actually enjoying myself.

"Ahhhhh!!!! It hurts!!" I pleaded, kicking slightly and keeping my mouth covered so I wouldn't scream.

"Good, it better hurt. This is what a real spanking feels like, Aubrey," he stated, whacking my sitspots with all of his might, sending my legs kicking like crazy. "What you gave Serenity was nothing, was it?"

"Nooooo," I answered.

He was only spanking me with his hand at this point, but it was already smarting like crazy. I couldn't even imagine what it'd feel like if he were using that damn paddle! But soon enough, I found out.

I felt about eight smacks delivered to my thighs and then the hand rested lightly on my bottom again. "Aubrey, do you know what this is?" he asked and slapped something down on my bottom.

I would have shrieked bloody hell if my mouth hadn't been covered. And he wasn't even hitting with all of his strength yet!! "Yess, sir!" I answered.

"Oh?" he asked, slapping it down again. "And what is it?"

"A-a p-paddle!" I stammered.

He whacked it down again. "That's right, young lady. And who is this paddle necessary for?"

"Naughty little girls like me," I answered, feeling another hearty smack.

I began crying simply because it hurt sooo badly and I just wanted him to stop, but had no idea how to make him. He didn't stop, though. My crying didn't affect him in the least. He just spanked me harder, twacking that damn thing down again and again.

"Pleaseeee," I begged, tears spilling from my eyes as I kicked furiously. "Pleaseeee, Josh, no more!!"

"If you ever call me again for something trivial," he began, not letting up with the heavy spanking, "I will use this paddle at full force and spank you til your bottom blisters, do you hear me?"

I nodded promising him through tears that I understood.

He finished up with my thighs and then sat the paddle down. Josh lifted me up and helped me to the corner, ordering me to stay there until further notice. Somewhere through my tears, I heard him walk away and heard a bedroom door shut. Then I heard him yelling at Serenity. I cried harder. My unruly sister hadn't learned her lesson, but I had!!

In the corner, I tried to lessen my crying so I could hear what was going on...

"... the computer, AGAIN?!? Did I not spank hard enough??"

"No no no, you spanked really really hard!"

"Oh? But it wasn't hard enough, I guess, since you're still disobeying, after all this time."

"Nooooo!!! Josh, don't use that on me!"

"I wouldn't have to if you'd have done as you were told."

She started crying crazily and screaming, obviously trying to escape from him.

"Serenity, you're making this harder on yourself. Now stop all this fighting and get over my lap!"

I don't know if she did it or not, but the next thing I heard was the sound of smacking and lots of loud crying. If I could hear all of this, Serenity *definitely* had heard what was going on with me! I shivered at the thought of that, listening to the spanking, trying not to get myself all riled up.

It lasted for an eternity, but maybe this time she was actually broken. She sobbed as loud as she could, screaming that she was sorry. I took slight pity for her feeling the sting in my own backside. That paddle was bloody murder on a naughty bum. But she deserved it!

Josh walked back in. "Your sis won't be able to sit down for a week," he told me, as if I couldn't have figured that out on my own. "Come here, babygirl," he told me and I turned around, seeing him sitting there on the couch, arms wide open with a smile on his face. "I love you," he told me as I sat down in his lap, feeling the sting once more, but not worrying about it. He hugged me tightly.

I pressed my head against his chest. "That was fun," I whispered, because Josh is the only one who knows about my spanking fascination.

"What was?"

I blushed. "When you spanked me. It was fun."

He chuckled slightly. "Yep, it was."

Story: The Brat Learns Her Lesson

Part of The Brat mini series.  Serenity's been asking for it, and she's gonna get it.  Josh comes over to deal with the little brat.

The Brat Learns Her Lesson
by Breanna Carter

I finally allowed my bratty little sister out of the corner and ordered her to her room under strict orders to not watch tv, get on the computer, talk on the phone, or anything of the like. She was to stay until Josh got off of work, and I was sure that he would be livid. He walked in the doorway about 4:30, tall frame leaning down to kiss me.

"Where's the brat?" he asked, throwing his carkeys on the table.

"In her room."

He nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back of the house. I could hear her giggling as we approached. Something's always fishy about her giggling. Without knocking, Josh pushed open the door to see her chattering away on her cell phone as she played freecell. Something was wrong about this picture.

She turned around as the door swung open. "Um, I gotta go," she told the person and quickly closed the phone shut.

We both stood there, dumbfounded... or at least I was. "Aubrey, did you tell your sister she could go to her room and play until I got here?" he asked, maintaining eye contact and knowing the answer to his own question, but wanting to make an impression on the young girl.

"No I most certainly did not," I answered.

"Obviously you didn't learn from the spankings that your sister has given you," he told the girl as she sat there, mouth dropped open. "Get over here right now, Young Lady!"

She gulped, debating in her head whether or not to go over there. He didn't give her much more time to ponder the option, but instead stormed over to her, grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her out of the chair.

"Nooo!!! Stop it!!" Serenity demanded, trying to get back to the chair.

"SERENITY MICHELLE!" he bellowed, landing a solid smack to her rump that echoed through the house. "You will do as I say, Young Lady. The more you fight, the worse it'll be on you!" He was getting angrier by the moment.

But that didn't stop Serenity. She was still fighting with him and struggling to free from his grip. I knew from experience that Josh had a tight grip and he wasn't letting go anytime soon. All of her efforts to get away were going to be futile.

He finally dragged her over to her bed, sat down and dragged her over his knee. He wasted no time smacking down on her bottom, beginning over her skirt and panties, which I know probably hurt like something fierce. Josh has a strong hand and he wasn't backing away at all. She was a brat and deserved every smack he gave her.

She began bucking and kicking. "Stop it, Josh! You're not my dad!" she was yelling. "You can't do this!!"

"Watch me, Little Girl," he replied, keeping up the hard smacks.

"Oww!! Oww!! Stoppppp!!" She struggled and kicked, flailing her arms and finally reaching back. This didn't hinder Josh at all. He kept spanking, around the hands, and everytime they got in his way, he didn't hesitate to smack them. That'd get her to move them! "That hurts!!" she whined, trying to escape from his tight grip and the hell being rained down on her bum.

He wasn't even close to being finished. After minutes of spanking, enough to get her crying again, he lifted her skirt and tugged down her panties. My eyes met her bright red bottom. It was about as bright as my entire spanking would have been, but Josh just kept going. I knew she must be in pain, seeing as her bottom was probably still tender from the previous spanking she had gotten.

"I will not tolerate this attitude, defiance, or disrespect, Serenity, do you understand me?" Josh said over the loud sounds of hand-meeting-bare-bottom.

"Nooooo!" she wailed, not giving in just yet.

He shook his head and increased his rhythm, covering her full bottom with very hard smacks and beginning a flurry of sharper ones on her sitspots. "You can fight all you want, Serenity, but I'm not stopping until I'm convinced you've learned your lesson," he said.

She cried and kicked and wailed, still trying to free herself and every so often trying to block his spanks. The smacks were becomming so loud that I was starting to jump with each one. I knew she had to be in pain, but I can't say that I honestly felt sorry for her.

"The way you have been acting is going to stop. You are going to respect your older sister. When she tells you to do something, you are going to do it without an attitude. You should not have to be told to do your homework. You are ten years old, young lady, not six." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

Ouch... watching this was making my bum ache! I reached back and rubbed my own backside as I stared at hers throbbing.

"Pleaseeee stopppppp!!" she howled, stopping with the struggling and lying there, taking his final smacks with loud wails.

"I am sick of all of the trouble you have been causing, Serenity. You are old enough to do better than this and I will not hesitate to come over here at any time and spank you, do you understand me?" he asked, a final attempt to see if she was at all broken.

"Y-yes," she stammered through tears.

He was not totally convinced, though, as he stopped spanking and lifted her up. She cried, rubbing her bum and blushing like crazy.

He stood. "Not finished, Serenity," he told her, ordering the tiny girl to lean over the bed as he towered over her, a good foot and a half taller than she.

She stomped her foot, still whining. "Noooo moreeee!!" she cried, wiping the tears away and breaking into sobs.

He grabbed her upper arm, stooping down to her level and shaking her slightly. "We just had the conversation about you doing as you are told. Have you forgotten already? Do I need to take you back over my knee and repeat that spanking again?"

She hurridly shook her head. "Noooooo, I'm sorry!!"

He shook his head again and leaned her over the bed. He looked at me, sighed a little and unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the loops. I cringed and stepped back a little, as if he were about to use it on me (um, maybe he was?). Serenity looked back and saw the damn thing, opening her mouth to protest, but quickly felt the pain in her backside again and decided against it. Obviously she was somewhat learning.

He doubled the belt over. "Aubrey, hold her down and make sure she doesn't reach back."

"NO!" Serenity yelled, rolling back over and wincing as she fell on her sore bum. That subdued her.

Josh raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," she whined, crying again. My sis was a lot stronger than me... she stopped crying a whole lot easier than I did.

I sat down on the bed next to her as she got back into position. She placed her arms above her head, allowing me to grip her wrists so she wouldn't reach back.

I watched and listened as Josh raised the belt high in the air and then thrashsed it down on her bum. She screamed like crazy and it took all of my strength to keep her from reaching back. "Ooooowwww Jossshhhh!!!" she squealed.

He ignored her plea and lashed it down across her bottom again and again, until she was squirming like crazy and bawling like you wouldn't believe. She was blubbering her apologies to Josh whose ears were deaf to the words. "Are you going to behave and stop disrespecting your sister?" he asked.

"Y-yessssss!!!" she promised, having another smack delivered to her aching rear.

"Good," he concluded and gave her the final one, then put his belt back on. "I want you to march over to that corner and put your nose in it and don't so much as move an inch until I get back, Young Lady, do you hear me?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, pushing herself from the bed and hobbling painfully over towards the corner.

Josh looked at me and pointed angrily to the door, insinuating that it was time for my own punishment. I bit my lower lip and turned around, walking out of the room. No way was he going to do that with her home! Right?

Story: The Brattiness Continues

Part of The Brat mini series.  Aubrey gets a call from Serenity's school.  Frustrated with the brat, she calls Josh to seek out his help.  He offers a helping hand... to be applied to both bottoms.

The Brattiness Continues
by Breanna Carter

The next day I was sitting quietly in the living room, watching the latest episode of The Inferno on MTV when my phone rang. It was nearly lunchtime and most of my friends were still in class, so I was curious as to who it was. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was Columbia Elementary School. My stomach lurched. It couldn't be who I thought it was...

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, is this Mrs. O'Connor?"

I cleared my throat. "Yes."

"This is Mrs. Watkins from Columbia Elementary School. I am here with a Serenity O'Connor, seems as if we've had some problems with her today."

I had to hold back a long exasperated groan.

She then explained to me that I needed to come pick my younger sister up from school because she had been throwing water balloons at the teachers while at recess, and to top it off, she fought with the teachers when they tried to bring her to the office (apparently it took three of them to get her there, and she was kicking and screaming the whole way!). That attitude would not be tolerated, Mrs. Watkins explained to me.

I drove to the elementary school with a tight grip on the steering wheel, so tight that my knuckles were turning white. I was beyond angry at this point in time. Apparently our little "chat" hadn't done much good and I really wasn't in the mood for repeating that... Guess Josh would just have to deal with it this time. He spanks MUCH harder than I do.. And besides, maybe he'd have a little influence on that obnoxious brat!

I lividly walked into the school. As I made it to the office I saw my pathetic little sister, sitting in the chair, hair dripping wet, a smug grin on her face. She loved the defiance.

"Heya, Aubrey!" she chirped.

"Don't you even," I warned, wanting to smack her right there as she sat in that plaid jumper, long brown hair fallen in tangles near her eyes.

"Hi, you're Mrs. O'Connor?" the lady asked, sort of confused.

"I'm Aubrey, Serenity's sister. Our mom is out of town..."

"I see," the lady said, as if that explained the water balloon incident. "Well, let's try to keep her out of the office from now on. I know the school year is ending, Serenity, but it's not too late to get suspended."

Serenity nodded, a mock grin still on her face, as if she were just testing to me to see if I'd follow through with my new punishments. Oh, she was going to get more than she bargained for!

"Just bring her back tomorrow morning as normal. She will be in ISS (in school suspension) for the rest of the week and resume with class on Monday. This is her third ISS, so if it happens again, she'll be suspended, just so you know."

I nodded, "I apologize for the way my sister has acted and I assure you that it will be dealt with appropriately," I promised, glaring at the brat.

The instant that the lady dismissed us, I grabbed my sister's upper arm and hauled her outside, smacking her a few good ones on that tiny rear of hers. "You will NOT act like this in school, Young Lady, do you hear me?" I asked, whacking her bottom with all of my strength.

"Chill, sis!! It's no big deal!"

"We'll just see about that, Missy," I said, opening her car door and shoving her inside. "Let's see what Josh has to say about this, huh?"

I felt like a mom calling the father on her child. Even more so when Serenity began pleading. "Noooo, don't call Josh!!" she begged. "I'll be good! It was just a joke!"

Too late, I was already dialing his number. "You know he's going to be mad... interrupting his work and all for something like this.." I paused as the phone rang.

I couldn't even understand the lady when she answered the phone -- they had to memorize a lot of stuff! At most restuarants they just tell you the name of the place then ask if they can help you. I have no idea what they were saying here..

"I need to speak with Josh Adams, please."

"Just one moment," the lady answered, putting me on hold.

Serenity was shivering in her seat.

"Hello?"

"Josh, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but my little sister has lost her mind... you will not believe what she did!" I went on to explain the situation as Josh listened intently, making noises every so often to let me know he was still there.

"I'll deal with Serenity when I get off of work. For now, you take her home, give her a spanking, and send her to her room."

I nodded. "Okay, will do."

"And Aubrey?"

"Yes?"

"Couldn't this have waited until *after* work? I know you need help with this, but I don't appreciate you calling me during the middle of lunch.."

I gulped. "I know, I apologize."

"We'll also deal with that later," he concluded, then hung up the phone, leaving me to be the one shivering.

I was quickly snapped back into reality with Serenity's whine from next to me. "Oh, don't even think about it. You're getting it once we get home, and when Josh gets off of work, you're getting it again. And there's no backing out!"

I drove home in a hurry, mostly because I was nervous about Josh's reaction to me calling him. When we reached the house, I helped Serenity inside, instantly shutting the door behind me and sitting on the couch.

"Get over here, Young Lady," I ordered, tugging her by the wrist.

"Noooo, Aubrey!" she yelped, trying to struggle free from my grip.

"Serenity Michelle! You get over here RIGHT NOW. You are in enough trouble as it is!"

The harshness in my voice didn't persuade her to move towards me. She was still working against me, trying to go to the doorway.

Fed up with it, I stood, grabbing her shoulders and bring her over to the couch, giving a few swats as I walked. "When I tell you to do something, you will do it!" I told her, keeping a firm hold on her upper arm as I sat back down on the couch. It took both hands and all of my strength to get her face down over my lap, and then I had to keep a tight grip on her waste so she wouldn't slide off.

She kicked furiously, screaming, "Aubrey!!! Stop!!!!! Let go of me!!!!"

I kept my firm grip and lifted her jumper, then pulled down her panties, below the knees to stop some of the kicking.

"Nooooooo!!!! Let goooo!!" she cried.

I didn't speak, just admired her already pink bottom from the previous smacks and landed dozens and dozens of more as hard and fast as I could while maintaining my hold on her. "You will stop struggling, Serenity, and I mean it! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I will not deal with your defiance and brattiness any longer. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I am sick of this!" I kept giving her hearty smacks, beginning to concentrate on the sitspots since it would make the biggest impression. I changed up my rhythm, spanking each side a few times, then the other side a few times, then one or two times on each, making sure to surprise her every time. Her backside was darkening to a shade of red that I thought only Josh could produce on my naughty bottom... I was wrong.

She was screaming bloody murder. I couldn't make out half of what she was saying because she was crying so hard, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please stop!"

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! "I am disappointed in you, Serenity," I scolded, keeping the smacks coming at full blast. "This attitude of yours is going to stop. I will not put up with it and if you get suspended from school because of it, you're going to be sorry. You think Josh is upset today, just wait and see what'll happen if you get suspended. You won't be able to sit for weeks!" SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

She wailed at that statement, taking my final dozen of swats to the thighs as well as you can imagine any kid taking blows to the thighs (not very well!). I lifted her up, panties by this time having been kicked all the way off. I didn't even bother with giving them back to her, just walked her to the corner, gripping her hands tightly behind her back, swatting her as we walked. "I will not accept this, do you understand me!"

"Yessss!!" she wailed, howling at each smack. I planted her nose in the corner, ordered her not to rub, then sat on the couch, rubbing my hand. I wasn't used to this spanking thing... but even so, if my hand hurt that much, I can't even begin to imagine how much her bum hurt! And to think... she still had to go through Josh!

And so did I... yikes!

Story: The Brat

Part of The Brat mini series.  Aubrey's ten year old sister is a pain, and she's fed up with it.  When Serenity refuses to do as she's told, Aubrey teaches her a lesson... er, sorta.

The Brat
by Breanna Carter

I had about had enough of my bratty ten year old sister. She was to the point of doing everything possible to annoy the living hell out of me. You'd think with a name like Serenity that she'd be, oh, I don't know... serene?? Yeah right, everything BUT serene.

"Would you do your homework already, Serenity? It's almost midnight!"

"Me? Do homework?" she asked in a giggle. "You MUST be kidding!"

I groaned in frustration, turning back to the conversation I was having with my boyfriend, Josh, on the other line. "Okay, Josh... this HAS to stop. Mom's going to be gone for months and I just can't deal with this little brat for that long!"

"Then why'd you tell her you could?" he asked. He had a reason to be annoyed with the situation -- I whined and complained to him for hours on end about the little bitch, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I don't know. I guess because I'm an idiot," I sighed, plopping down on the couch while Serenity giggled about something on the computer.

"You gotta have some authority over her," he told me.

"Yeah, right."

He chuckled slightly. "I think she just takes after her sister. Nothing a spanking couldn't cure."

I blushed deeply with that statement. Though I was 19 and a fully grown woman, the fact that sometimes Josh spanked me when I was "naughty" was something that I still wanted to keep between the two of us. And I really didn't want to try that technique with my sister. Something about it just seemed wrong.

"I think I'll pass," I said, glancing at Serenity as I said so.

"Then no more whining about it, Young Lady," he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine," I said.

"I know you're a night owl, but you really should be getting to bed -- Serenity, too. Think about what I said, and if you're too scared to do it yourself, I'll come over there and do it, because *I'm* not scared to teach the brat a lesson."

I blushed, hoping Serenity couldn't hear what we were saying. "Yeah, I'll think about it. And I'm not scared," I added, before telling him bye and hanging up quickly.

"Josh and Aubrey, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I..."

"Shut up, Serenity."

She giggled, typing away on the computer.

"Okay, it's time for bed," I insisted, knowing that my efforts would be futile.

"Pssh, bed. Hah!"

"Serenity, now," I said sterner, like it'd help any.

"Not now. Maybe later. I'm not going to school tomorrow anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Not going to school."

I stood up, stomping my foot. "Dammit, Serenity. I'm sick of all of this!"

"And I care?"

I threw my hands up in the air, wishing there was anything I could do to get this ten year old to at least listen to half of what I said. "Look, either do your homework, or go to bed. You're going to school tomorrow and you're getting off of the computer this instant."

She looked at me as if I'd just told her that she had to jump through a burning ring.

"I mean it, Serenity."

She rolled her eyes and kept at it on the computer.

I sighed, exasperated, and stormed over to the computer, holding the power strip in my hand. "Off the computer, right now."

"You wouldn't," she tested.

"I'm giving you to the count of three."

She folded her arms.

"One...."

We were having a staring contest.

"Two..."

She still didn't budge.

"Three.." I flipped the switch causing the whole computer to shut down.

She pushed her seat back, standing up and getting in my face. "You just ruined my whole conversation!! What gives you the right to just barge in and turn off the computer while I'm on it!!" she yelled.

"I asked you nicely to get off and you wouldn't."

"You are NOT my mother!"

"But she isn't here and you are to listen to me while she's gone."

"I wouldn't listen to you if you were God!" she shouted, trying to grab the power strip from me, but failing miserably. "Give it back!!!"

"Serenity, either go do your homework, or go to bed. I do not feel like fighting with you tonight."

She began trying to wrestle me for it. "Give... me... the... thing!" She fought, struggling with me, slapping my hands, trying to get me to drop it, but it didn't budge. Finally, she bit me, and hard! Right on the arm.

"That's it," I wailed, dropping the power strip and grabbing her by the upper arm, hauling her to the couch.

"LET GO!" she shrieked.

"I am NOT letting you go, Serenity Michelle O'Connor! You listen to me, Young Lady. I am sick and tired of this attitude you've been getting, I'm sick of you staying up past your bed time, I'm sick of you not doing your homework, and I'm sick of you acting like you're the boss. I'm going to show you who's boss... just watch," I scolded, sitting on the couch and hauling her squirming small body over my lap.

"Stop it!! Let go of me, Aubrey!!!"

I held onto her tightly and lifted her yellow skirt, revealing the white cotton panties.

"What the hell are you doing!!??!"

My mouth dropped at such language and I didn't hesitate to rain down smacks on her panty-clad rump. "Do NOT use that type of language, Young Lady, nor that tone of voice!" I hollered, walloping her poor behind.

"Ouch! Aubrey!! Stoppp!" She kicked more furiously, squirming and trying to get off of my lap.

I stopped briefly, only enough to position her again and hold her tighter, then tug her panties down. "I am going to teach you a lesson about respect, Miss Serenity, and this will be a lesson that you don't soon forget!" I landed over a dozen hard smacks to her bottom, using nearly all of my energy. I then gave a few blows to her sit spots, trying to keep her still.

"Let goooooo!!!" she howled, bucking up and trying to cover with her hands.

I caught her hands and held them tightly, pushing them against her back as I kept spanking, gradually getting harder. "I am not putting up with this," I reminded her as I steadily spanked.

"Owwwwwww, stopppp," she whined pathetically.

"I'm not stopping," I told her. "You have been a disrespectful, rude, childish brat to me all week. You're long overdue." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ooww!! Aubrey! I'm sorry!!"

"Sorry? Hah! That's the funniest thing I've heard all night!"

"No, ow, really!! I am!! Owwww!! That hurts!!!"

I concentrated on her thighs for a few swats, then back to her sitspots. "You only think this hurts. Wait until Josh comes over tomorrow. He's heard all of the bratty things you've done lately and he spanks MUCH harder than I do!"

"Noooooo, owwww, don't let Josh spank me!" she begged, kicking furiously and squirming, wailing like a baby. "Pleaseee stoppp!!!"

"I'm not stopping until I'm convinced you've learned your lesson." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"I've learned, I've learned!" she shrieked hurridly.

"Oh? Have you? So what have you learned?"

"I've learned to, ow, be respectful! And, OW, do my homework!"

I paused for a minute, slightly rubbing her dark pink bottom. "Nah, I don't think you've learned," I concluded, spanking harder, wishing my hand wasn't throbbing so much. How could Josh do this to me? He must have hands of steel!! They sure felt like it.

And I'm sure my hands felt like steel to Serenity. But I wasn't about to keep spanking her with my hand. That's when I noticed the wooden ruler that I'd had to use for some math homework. That'd feel nice on her tiny little bratty bottom!

I stopped spanking long enough to grab the ruler from the coffee table.

SPLAT!!

"OOOOWWWW!!!!!!" she bawled, kicking and squirming. "Oooowwww, Aubreyyyy!!!!!" She kicked so furiously after the first few swats with the ruler that I had to put one leg over hers so she wouldn't kick anything!

"What?" I asked, delivering a few more, hard and fast.

"I'm, s-sorry!!!" she wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I didn't stop though, not until her bottom was a dark shade of red and she was too busy crying and hurting to even squirm anymore. I must have spanked her with the ruler for two and a half minutes until I finally noticed that her head was buried in the couch cushion and she was sobbing. I put the ruler down and lifted her up, dragging her to the corner by the ear.

"Stand there until I tell you to do otherwise."

She nodded, still bawling. This must have been the first real spanking she'd ever really gotten. I felt proud of myself for finally teaching her a lesson.

After ten minutes in the corner I turned her around. "I will not tolerate you acting this way, Serenity," I told her.

She looked up at me with a pouty lip and I saw the gleam in her eyes -- she wasn't even close to being broken!

I tried to ignore it. "Now, I suggest you go up to your room and finish your homework then go to bed. You're going to have a long day on a sore bottom tomorrow."

She nodded, that gleam still in her eyes, and hobbled off.

I sighed, wondering what to do with this girl. Fortuantely, I didn't have to worry about it so soon. I was exhausted... it was the first spanking I'd ever given (though I'd been on the receiving end tons of times!). I couldn't wait to tell Josh.. and if the spanking for her wasn't effective, then maybe I'd get my own. One can only hope :)