New Stories! - M/F consensual

Hi all!  I know it's been a minute since I've posted anything, but that's because I've been hard at work :D

First, I'd like to share the link to my latest story (which I plan to eventually make into an ebook).  You'll probably recognize the first couple of chapters, though they've been heavily edited since I originally posted them. 

Starting Over


I also want to highly recommend a story with stronger BDSM themes.  It's inspired by me (haha, at least some of it is) and written by my BFF.  I love it!!!  A summary can be found in the link below.

Locke by Jeska Wood

Happy reading!

Story: Drug Free Is No Way to Be (M/F)

photo credit:  http://jeskawood.com

This is a random short story with sexual themes that I don't actually remember writing.  But I liked it okay so decided to share it :) Hope you enjoy, too!

Allie & Natalie Out With Friends

Still angry at her foster parents for unfairly punishing her, Natty decides to accept a meeting with some high school boys about a potential job opportunity and uses Allie to keep the adults distracted.

by Lenore and Breanna

Allie & Natalie's Dude Ranch Mystery (Part 2)

Natalie was spanked for letting out the horses, but still claims that she didn't do it!  Maybe she and Allie can find evidence to prove it?

by Lenore and Breanna

Allie & Natalie's Dude Ranch Mystery (Part 1)

It's time for the family to take a vacation!  Allie is excited to ride horses for the first time, and finally has the chance to bond with Peter.  Natalie, as always, is enjoying being the best at everything, despite the envious glares she receives from her foster cousins.  Will they manage to stay out of trouble?

Allie & Natalie's Dude Ranch Mystery

By Lenore and Breanna

Allie & Natalie's First Day of School (Part 2)

(If you haven't already, you may want to read Part 1 first.)

Peter helps get Natalie out of trouble, but that doesn't mean she's off the hook for her misbehavior on the first day of school.  And even though Allie's already been spanked, it seems she hasn't learned her lesson!

Allie & Natalie's First Day of School
Part 2

by Lenore and Breanna

Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 4

Aerial's Diary - Week 4
by Breanna Carter

Dear Journal,

You're not going to believe what stupid thing I did. No, really, you're not. I agree that I've done my share of idiotic things throughout my life -- even throughout the last few weeks. But this... oh man. This was extreme.

So back in the day, there was this episode of the Inferno 2. It was the old series on MTV with tons of drama and lots of fighting. Well, a lot of the people who are in the house with me now were also on that show when it happened. Apparently, this girl named Tonya got really pissed at another girl named Beth and took it upon herself to throw all of her clothes in the pool. So anyway, the other night we were talking about it. Veronica was talking about how much she hated Beth and Mike was making fun of the whole situation, telling us how he told Beth to kick Tonya's ass. CT commented that it was a pretty crappy thing for Tonya to do, even if it was funny, and personally, he didn't like Beth to begin with. Abe just shook his head and said that it'd be something that we all remembered forever -- the real world/road rules alumini as well as the television viewers.

Later that night, like a gift from heaven, this ingenius idea popped into my head. Why don't *I* try to reenact the whole Tonya incident? After all, I'd seen it on tv. I knew everything that had happened.

Since Tara was my best friend on the show, like a twin sister to me, I decided to discuss my plot with her.

"I decided that I want to reenact the whole Beth thing," I announced softly when we were alone in my room, with the exception of the hidden cameras. Not even a camera man was in there! We were the only two around, so it wasn't like there could be too much drama.

"You mean with the clothes in the pool?"

I nodded, not sure if she was going to have the typical-good-girl reaction ("I don't know if that's such a good idea..") or the typical assistant-culprit reaction ("That's perfect! Why didn't I think of that?"). I bit my lip, waiting for her response.

"Hmm," was the first thing from her mouth. I waited. "That's a good idea... but what are you going to do?"

Hadn't thought that far. "I want to target Abe," I stated.

"That's not surprising."

"I mean, because we're good friends, and I don't honestly want him to think I'm mad at him about anything."

She nodded.

"I guess we could wait til Abe's asleep.."

She stopped me. "We?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Okay... I could wait til Abe's asleep, then start yelling at him about something stupid, and then take his clothes and throw them in the pool."

She giggled. "That would be hilarious. What can I do to help?"

I thought about that. "Throw CT's clothes in the pool, too?"

We both giggled at that.

"Better yet," I said, "We can gang up against Mike, throw his clothes in the pool, and leave it up to him to decide who actually did it!"

Her eyes widdened. "That's a great idea!" she nearly shrieked. "Why didn't I think of that?" Hehe, there's that assistant-culprit reaction I'd been waiting for.

We giggled about it the rest of the evening, plotting out our scheme as much as possible. I felt like a thirteen year old going to get back at her older brother for ratting her out to their parents. This was going to be TOO much fun!

Even later that night, it was the night before a mission so everyone was asleep fairly early, Tara and I lay in my bed whispering to each other. I mean, really, we were really acting like thirteen year olds. That's the advantage of being the youngest in the house -- no one really expects more out of you. It must have been two AM before I decided to go to the bathroom, which was conveniently by Mike's bedroom. I was going to see if I could hear five distinct snores -- that's the number of people who shared that room. They were all guys.

I tiptoed out of the room, carefully peeking in the doorway and counting the different snores I could hear. I smiled, noting that I successfully heard all of them. Scampering back to my room, I waved my arms at Tara to let her know that he was asleep. She was going to keep guard as I grabbed one bag, gave it to her, then grabbed the other. It was taking all of the strength I had not to giggle outloud. This would make one of the best moments on tv, just like the Beth incident!

We ran down the steps with the bags in our hands, trying to remain as quiet as possible. By this time the camera men had caught onto what we were doing and were following us around, shoving the cameras in our faces. When we got outside by the swimming pool, we both burst out into giggles.

"Oh my gosh, Aerial! This is crazy! I can't believe we're doing this!"

We ripped open Mike's suitcases and dug through his clothes. "I hope there's something in here that's dry-clean only!" I sneered as I grabbed a handful of clothes and threw them in the pool.

"Me too!" Tara answered loudly.

It was actually kind of fun going through Mike's stuff... I mean, it's always cool rummaging through others' things... right? We found some really girly underwear amongst other things that we wanted to hang up around the house.

We'd successfully thrown what we wanted to into the pool, and decided to write dirty messages on the rest of it then find somewhere to put it. I'd brought a sharpie with me and some tape. We started on the first item -- his briefs.

"Haha... Mike's a pussy," I said, writing "I'm a PUSSY!" in big bold letters on the front of his underwear.

Tara held up a pair of undies that she'd written other vulgar things on. We were really having a good time, and the camera men were mildly entertained by what we were doing. I was so ecstatic... I could hear the music that was going to be played while we were doing this!

That must have been when we got too excited and started singing as we finished writing the stuff and began trying to find places to hang it up. Tara and I stood on a table and started hanging stuff by the ceiling. The thing is... the way the house was... well, there were doors open, and like I said, we were being really loud... I guess you can see where this is going.

We weren't even halfway through hanging the stuff when the first couple of sleepy people came stumbling outside.

"Ohhh my gosh!!" they said, and started laughing, admiring our handywork.

Damn, we'd been caught!

But they didn't seem to mind too much and thought it was hilarious! So we just kept on what we were doing.

As you can imagine, more and more people began waking up and coming outside to see what was up... and as you can probably morely imagine, Abe and Mike were amongst those people.

Mike actually thought it was funny, for a minute. Um, until he saw the briefs that I'd written on that announced he was a pussy. Yeah, he wasn't too happy about that.

I thought he was going to have a hissy fit. Tara and I just stayed standing on the table, frozen in fear, as Mike began to recognize all of his clothes thrown about in the pool. Ohhh man, I could hear the music while we were throwing it, but at this point in the show, it would be all silence. Mike was too pissed to even talk to us. He ran over to the pool, collecting a couple of his soaked possessions, then looked towards us and pointed his finger.

"You," he said, getting too angry for his own good... or, erm, my own good. "You little BRAT!" he announced. He stormed over towards me, grabbed my wrist and tugged me off of the table, then sat down on the chair, pulling me over his lap. It all happened so quick I didn't have much time to react.

"Mike!! Stop!!" I squealed as he began raining down spanks onto my upturned bottom. Ohhhh my gosh... it wasn't supposed to happen like this! He was spanking so hard I didn't even have the time to explain myself... and Tara was getting away scot-free!! How did that happen!

I heard Abram talking over the loud smacks and my pleas for Mike to stop. "Mike... stop. Take it easy, man," he was saying in this calming voice.

"Abe!! Help me!! Owwwww make him stoppp!!!!!!!" I swear they must have been taking pictures of this!

Abram was still talking, but I was concentrating more on my poor sore bottom than what he was saying.

Finally, the torment stopped and Abe hauled me up, turning me to face him and everybody else. My face must have been as red as a tomato... All of those people saw Mike spank me! That just made me feel more like a thirteen year old!

"Tara, down," Abram commanded, snapping his finger and pointing to the ground.

No matter how much it made her seem like a dog, she still hopped down from the table and stood next to me, gulping. There had to be a dozen people out there watching... we were so mortified. If only we hadn't been so loud, no one would have known anything.

"What in God's name do you girls think you're doing?" Abe yelled. Mike stood next to him, hands on hips.

Tara and I looked at each other, I rubbing my bum because it was aching like almighty hell. Neither of us said anything, just searched each others eyes for the right answer.

Mike interrupted us before we could say anything, "I'll tell you what you were fucking doing," he yelled. "You were vandalizing my stuff... that's what you were doing!"

"We were just having fun!" I protested.

Mike began to say something, but Abram, who was not nearly as livid as Mike, but nonetheless, very angry, stopped him and spoke instead. "Fun does not involve hurting another person's possessions or screaming like a bunch of raging maniacs while others are trying to sleep."

"It was just a joke," Tara said, attempting to make it better.

As I'm sure you already guessed, it didn't work.

"A JOKE?!?" Mike raved, putting his face in Tara's. "A joke is putting a bucket of water over the door so when I walk in it splashes on me. A joke is making a prank phone call. THIS is NOT a joke... this is NOT funny... this is what crazy maniacs who want camera attention do!"

"People like you?" I muttered, not actually intending for him to hear me.

Oh, he heard me all right. It took all he had to walk off and not slap me. I would have even slapped me in that situation. I don't know why I said it... my bum was still aching!

I hadn't noticed it, but sometime in between Mike's crazy rant, CT went to stand by Abe. Now they were both looking down at us like we were in some kind of trouble but didn't know what. If you're going to piss off the person who's going to punish you, don't wake them up to do it. Make sure they're already awake. They don't like it when you wake them up, believe me.

"Aerial, come on," Abe commanded.

I gulped, looking at Veronica. She was the one person that I'd wanted approval from... I wanted her to accept me more than anyone else, kind of like how Tara had wanted Mike to accept her. Veronica was the bitch of all bitches, and if you formed an alliance with her, well, you were good to go. And when I looked at her, she smirked. It was a good smirk -- she was smirking for the bitchy thing I did. Maybe I was in the gang now.

I was snapped back into reality when Abe and I got inside and I followed him upstairs, to the third floor, but not before stopping by his room to put on a shirt. It was like a living room area, but offered more privacy than any of the other floors. It was more of a game room where we chilled sometimes and got drunk. It wasn't the first floor where people could come in at anytime, and it wasn't the second floor where everyone was sleeping.

He shut the door and turned around, shooting me a look that would make anyone cry. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Aerial?" he shouted, trying not to lose his temper. "Do you think that's funny? You think it's funny to throw a person's entire wardrobe in the swimming pool and write all over the rest of it?"

I gulped. "I thought it would be funny?" I stammered.

"Wrong, very wrong, kiddo," he said grabbing my chin in his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. Oh man, he was as livid as Mike... "I know that you and Tara are the youngest people here, but you don't have to act like you're twelve, because you're not. If you've got a problem with someone, approach them and talk about it rationally, don't just go wasting thousands of their dollars."

"But I didn't waste it!" I whined.

"Aerial! There's chlorine in the pool! That damages clothes!"

Oops. "Oh, um, I didn't think about that."

"Damn right you didn't think about it. Didn't think much about consequences at all, did you?"

"We were just trying to reinact the Beth thing," I said, a last pitiful attempt to make myself seem not as bad.

"Well, you did a good job, but you're not a crazy attention-craving bitch like Tonya, and even if you were, it still wouldn't give you the right to damage someone's property like that. And personally, Aerial, I don't care if you were trying to reinact something the pope did.. you KNEW that it was wrong, whether it was meant to be a harmless joke or not."

I let a tear slip down my cheek. I didn't like this whole Abe being mad at me thing. This time I wasn't even getting that weird feeling inside of me like all the other times. This time it was only guilt. That's all I could feel.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Yeah, I'd be sorry, too, if I was about to get the spanking you're getting."

"Abeeee," I whined. "I thought you said I wasn't twelve!"

"You're not, but that has nothing to do with you getting a spanking."

"I'm too old!" I protested.

"Number one, you're not too old. And number two, you're acting twelve so that makes up for it."

"But it's not fair... Mike already spanked me... in front of everyone!"

"You should be glad he didn't pull down your pants," was his only remark as he sat down on the couch and pulled me towards him.

"I ammm," I whined as Abe tugged down my pj pants and then my panties before he pulled me over his lap.

"And be glad that I'm doing this here instead of downstairs like CT where anyone can walk in at any time."

Ouch, I didn't like the thought of that... I didn't have much time to digest it, though, as Abram began raining down really really hard smacks. "Oooowwwww!! Abeee that hurtss!!" I squealed, kicking like crazy and trying to squirm away.

He tightened his grip and spanked harder than I thought he could. "Good, this will teach you not to play harmful practical jokes on people."

My bottom had already hurt, so this second spanking on top of it didn't make me feel so great. "Pleaseeeee, I'm sorry!!" I begged, gripping tightly onto the couch cushion to try and ease the pain. When it didn't work I decided that I could just block the spanks... natural instinct, I swear... He just caught my wrists and held them with his left hand while he kept spanking with his right. "Pleaseee no moreeee!!" I begged, crying and whining like a baby. I kept trying to free my hands from his grip so I could block, if even for a second, at least it'd stop the pain for that long. But it didn't work.. he was too strong... his grip on my wrists too tight.

"You will NEVER do this again, Young Lady," he demanded, "do you hear me?"

"Yessss sirrrrrr," I bawled, still kicking and almost screaming when he started smacking my sitspots.

He stopped spanking and lifted me up, still keeping a firm hold on my wrists. He looked me in the eyes, disappointment apparent. "I'm so upset with you," he stated, then stood. I'd thought he was finished, but man, I was wrong. In fact, I wasn't even close to being right. He led me to the end of the couch and leaned me over, taking his belt off in the process. I hadn't realized that he had a belt... he must've gotten it when he put on a shirt.

"Noooooooooo," I begged.

"Hush, Aerial," he scolded, folding it over.

"Pleaseee," I kept begging, but was cut short by this loud crack and terrible stinging in my backside.

I howled, bucking up and moving my hands to my bum. He was angry that I created such a scene, but didn't say anything, just pushed me back over the couch and kept his hand on my back as he landed another, right on my sit spots. Ouch... it hurt sooooo badly.

"Ohhhhhh Abeeeee it hurrrrtsss!" I wailed, trying to wiggle out of his grip and make him stop, but it didn't work.

He landed another one, right on top of the previous, then another without giving me much of a breather, and another. I was bawling in pain, my face buried into the couch. "This should serve as a good reminder of not damaging other people's things," he said, landing a few more. By this time I was choking on my tears. I can't honestly tell you how many he gave me, but it must have been at least twenty. It felt like a thousand. I felt like someone had set a bunch of fire ants on my bottom. It hurt sooo badly.

He finally lifted me up, since I hadn't the strength to lift myself. I think he must've felt a little sorry for me, because he let me collapse in his arms, muttering apologies through what little breath I still had. He held me against his chest, strong arms around my weak body. "You're forgiven, baby," he told me as I kept my face buried.

I nodded softly. I guess we stayed that was for a few minutes... maybe half an hour or so. I finally regained my composure and gathered myself enough to pull away from him and wipe the tears from my eyes. "Be careful," he told me. "V saw what you did tonight and is likely to want you to do more stuff like that with her. Stuff to instigate fights... stuff to piss people off. If you do that, you can almost be assured that there will be more spankings."

I tried not to smile at that statement. For one, Veronica might include me in her bitchiness (I know, I still sound twelve), and secondly, more spankings? As long as they weren't as painful as this last one (emotionally and physically), I'm all game for more spankings! But I didn't smile, I just nodded and sniffled, wiping my eyes.

I pulled my undies and pants up over my throbbing bottom, wincing as the material touched the tender spots. Abe put his hand on my back and led me downstairs. Wow, that hurts... have you ever walked down stairs after being spanked lots on the sit spots?? It hurts, let me tell you!! We went all the way down to the first floor where I heard Tara sobbing and saw Mike standing on the table, getting his stuff down. A few of the gang were still outside, some talking, others helping Mike out.

I took a deep breath in and looked at Mike. "I'm sorry," I announced.

He still didn't look too happy.

I explained to him that I only wanted to reinact a great moment on tv and that I hadn't meant any harm. I didn't want to mention that I'd been properly punished for it, but Abe nudged me and basically told me to. Mike couldn't help but laugh when I told him that, but it wasn't a mean laugh. It was just a laugh to show that he forgave me, as long as I never did it again.

It wasn't long before Tara came outside, and as mine, her face was tear streaked and eyes red and puffy. I was helping fish some stuff out of the pool when she came outside, apologizing like crazy with CT behind her. I knew CT to be a meaner guy than Abe, so I knew that Tara probably got it good. Like he had mine, he accepted her apology and then actually hugged her, which I thought was really cool. She then helped me fish out the rest of the clothes that we could from the pool, and then we all went inside and went to bed.

The next day for the mission I was soooo sore and glad that it didn't involve sitting down. I don't know if I could have done that comfortably. Mike's clothes aren't so bad, and he's not really mad at us anymore. And Veronica basically decided that Tara and I were officially bad asses too, which was also really cool.

Abram is soooo hott. I don't know when my next spanking will be, but you can sleep knowing that I'll definitely tell you about it :) Until then, stay safe and out of trouble!

Love,
Aerial

Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 3

Aerial's Diary - Week 3
by Breanna Carter

Dear Journal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sighed. "I'm bored."

"Me too," I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We gave her a blank look.

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

We shook our heads.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you, Mike," Tara shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Calm down, Aerial," Abe said.

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

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

"I'm fine," I shouted back.

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

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

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

And I collapsed into his arms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take them off?" he suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhm, not quite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you not learn your lesson then?"

"I learnedddd," I promised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guess I better get some sleep.

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

Love ya!
Aerial

Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 2

This week, Aerial ponders the curiosity she feels towards spanking and then peeks in on Tara as she's getting it from CT.

Aerial's Diary - Week 2
by Breanna Carter

Dear Journal,

Hi again! It’s me, Aerial. I’m lying on my bed right now, on my tummy of course. You’ll never believe what just happened. It’s a long story, and I’m going to start from the beginning. I know, you’re probably whining because you have to wait until the juicy part, but oh well.

Since last week, Tara and I have become kinda friends. I mean, I can’t say that we’re honestly friends, because you know, we’re not that close or anything. We don’t really talk much, but sometimes we acknowledge each other and we definitely don’t beat up on one another anymore. So Saturday night we had another party. Every non-mission night we have a party, simply because that’s what Mike and Abram and Darrell like to do. Those are some party guys there. Mike makes up these stupid games and everyone joins in, except for Tara and me and a few others people. Well, Friday night we decided that we’d all join in. Abram was already trashed so I knew it was okay if I drank some, too. Well, we were playing these games, and all of a sudden someone brings up playing strip poker. We all knew each other pretty well, and since most of us run around half naked anyway, even the non-drunk people decided to participate. So Tara was barely wearing anything to begin with. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear, but that’s it. Most of us were wearing at least our shoes and socks, so we’d still be mostly dressed after losing four hands, but Tara... nope. In a matter of seconds she had only a pair of panties and a bra on, and minutes later, the bra came off. The guys were all drunk and enjoying this like crazy, and I was just rolling my eyes at them. Finally, she lost the game and ran naked through the house. Wow, I hope they play that on tv. It was the funniest thing ever. I was cracking up and Mike was going crazy and I’ve never seen these people so crazy before. I wish I could explain things better, but my memory is kind of fuzzy. I mean, I too had been drinking and was pretty wasted when all of this was happening.

After Tara streaked through the house, she got sick. She was about to jump in the swimming pool but as she tried to walk she ended up falling instead. We, being the drunk people we were, didn’t really pay any attention and just kept cackling, rambling on about nonsense that wasn’t too important. Ended up, the non-alcoholics had to carry her to the room. I’m not quite sure what happened.

Anyway, it was a long night to say the least. We stayed up until about four in the morning just partying and having a good time. When I’m drunk I’m VERY flirtatious and I was hitting on Abram like crazy. I kept giggling and playfully punching him and I wanted to ask him to spank me again, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Yes, I was drunk, but not that drunk.

We fell asleep passed out all over the place. I was cuddled up on the couch next to Leah from the Real World team and when I woke up, it looked as if nobody had had the strength to walk up all of those stairs to get to our room. Some people were even sleeping on the floor. I stepped over the limp bodies and stumbled up stairs, finding the first bed and falling asleep again.

I woke up somewhere during the middle of the afternoon and everyone was making plans to go out. Sunday is our off-camera day, AKA free day. It means that we can do whatever the hell we want and nobody cares. I thought about asking Abram for another spanking... but I dunno it’s just weird. How does one randomly approach someone and ask for something like that? What would I say? Hey, Abram, you know when you gave me that spanking? Yeah, it kinda turned me on so will you give me another? Heh, he’d probably laugh at me or something.

I didn’t go out Sunday night. Monday was a mission day and I spent the afternoon working out with Mike, Abram, and Veronica because those are the people I usually work out with. We ran around the house tons of times and did some situps and Veronica and I worked on our upper body strength. Mike should’ve been a Road Rules kid. He sure hangs out with us more than his own team.

We took a run down to the beach where we goofed around for a while then decided to settle down and get a tan. Well, Veronica and I were getting a tan (skin cancer is more like it). Mike and Abram were throwing sand and water at us the whole time. Even my death glare didn’t stop them. A little while later, I see CT and Leah and Mallory come to hang out with us, then some more of the kids from our house, until finally, nearly everyone was on the beach. We played a game of volleyball (Road Rules kicks ass again!) and then swam in the ocean and when it was dark we all went back to the house and took our showers. I was, by this time, exhausted. So exhausted that I hadn’t noticed Tara was nowhere around until Trishelle said something. I guess that’s when I realized that she hadn’t been around all day. We searched through the house for her but she wasn’t around. We went back to the beach, but she wasn’t there. I was beginning to get worried when CT grabbed his wallet and announced he was going to look at some of the local clubs. Abram stepped up and offered to go with him.

The rest of the night was boring. We were all asleep by midnight. I woke the next morning and piled into the van with my LOUD teammates. I was never the kid in high school who cheered at football games. Apparently the rest of them were.

Blah blah, missions make for absolutely no excitement whatsoever, but I’ll just tell you, Tara did HORRIBLY. I hadn’t been awake when she came home, but I knew they’d been out kinda late. Abram had told me that she’d been at a club and was trashed when they got there. Said they’d gotten home about two in the morning and CT was pissed. I can see now why he was pissed. She basically caused them to lose the whole mission (woohoo, Road Rules wins again!).

We got home and everyone basically went their separate ways. I just happened to be in my room, reading over my last journal entry, when I heard a noise. It was CT. Curious as to what it was, I stood up and walked towards the Real World rooms.

“You know why you did so badly today, Tara? Because you went out last night and got drunk!” he was yelling. “And you know that the day before a mission you need to work out and get in early so you can get plenty of rest. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Take those pants off, you won’t be needing them.”

I nearly died. There he was telling her to take her pants off which meant she was getting a spanking. Woohooo!!!

I inched in closer towards the room. We don’t have doors, just curtains. Basically, no one gets any privacy. At this time I was glad of that. I moved my fingers between the wall and the curtain and peeked inside. There was Tara in nothing more than a small red shirt and her white cotton panties, standing in front of CT, tears streaming down her face. “Please,” she was begging. “I don’t want another.. another...” She paused and bit her lip.

“Too late for that, Young Lady,” he scolded. “You’re getting a spanking and that’s that. Down with your panties, too.”

I noticed a camera man behind me. I looked back at him and shushed him so he wouldn’t bring attention on me. He creeped up slowly behind me.

Tara tugged the panties down to the floor and stepped out. Boy, I was glad that Abram had spanked me. How embarrassing to stand there half naked in front of someone! Of course, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it the night before...

He grabbed her left arm and practically threw her down over his lap. From the angle I was at, I could see nothing but the back of CT’s head. He was sitting on a couch with her draped across his lap, so she was almost completely hidden.

Almost immediately he began spanking, his firm hand slapping against her tender cheeks. I saw his hand raise high in the air then heard the collision, then it kept repeating and she was whining and making a fuss. I felt that great feeling inside of me again.

I wasn’t getting enough of a show. I decided it’d be easier to turn around, go through the bathroom and watch from there. Then I could actually see everything.

I slowly turned around, tip-toeing away from the door, motioning for the camera man to follow me. I knew he wanted to see it, too. Who WOULDN’T? We slowly made our way back to my room, then I went through the bathroom and peeked through the curtain. Ah, yes, a much better view. I could see Tara’s now red bottom and I could see her kicking her legs and hanging onto the couch cushion for dear life. She was screaming more than ever.

I felt the camera above me. This would make a nice segment on tv -- Tara’s bare bottom, exposed to the entire world. TV ratings would go up. Everyone would watch! There she was, Real World’s Tara, the one who was cocky and had an attitude to no end, getting her buns roasted and bawling like a baby! I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

He ended abruptly. “I’m not finished,” he warned. “Stand up!” She stood on shaky legs and wiped the tears from her eyes. Next thing I knew, he was walking straight towards the bathroom. I might’ve escaped if the damn camera man hadn’t have been right behind me. I attempted to flee, but ran right into him, causing him to crash to the floor.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I shrieked. I was doomed... CT had already seen me.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he answered and I helped him up. “Camera’s okay, too.”

I guess when one man falls, others must come. After making sure he was okay, CT began yelling at me. “What the hell are you doing? You think this is funny, watching someone get spanked? You curious?”

“N-no..” I stammered. “I was just...”

He waited. “Well, you’re next, little one. Get out there, right now!” He practically pushed me to their room. That’s when a camera man entered. Not fair... only one guy got to film Tara, and now there were two around! And here this one was, walking around the room. He could’ve gotten some good shots of the other spanking!

CT came out of the bathroom, wooden brush in hand. He sat back on the couch. “Over,” he ordered and the sobbing 18 year old was back over his lap.

I must say, it was much more enjoyable from up close, and even more enjoyable knowing that I was next. I had this anticipation creeping inside of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. My head was spinning.

He cracked the hairbrush down and she let out a piercing scream. I had to cover my ear for fear that I’d become deaf. He crashed it down again, this time on the other cheek. “Are you going to behave, Tara?” CRACK!

“AHHHHHHOOOWWWW!!! Yessssss, I’ll be good!” she promised.

I shifted nervously.

CRACK! “Are you going to get drunk on the night before a mission ever again?” CRACK!

She was sobbing hysterically. Another camera man came inside at a different angle. “Noooooooo,” she wailed.

He cracked it down on her bottom at least a dozen more times, lecturing on the importance of these missions and responsibility and a bunch of other bull. I wasn’t listening... my heart was pounding so loudly I couldn’t even hear him.

He finally stopped spanking and looked up at me. “Aerial, go downstairs and find Abram and bring him up here.”

I gulped but nodded and trotted downstairs, my hands shaking.

It took me a while, but I finally found Abram downstairs by the pool, laughing with some of his friends. “Abe,” I said, then cleared my throat. “CT wants you to come up there and see him..”

“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”

“Me,” I muttered, blushing because I didn’t want Veronica to hear what I was saying.

He nodded, a grin still plastered on his face, and told Veronica he’d see her later.

I held onto his hand as we went upstairs, mostly for comfort. My mind was going in two different directions -- it wanted CT to spank me, but it also wanted for him to tell Abe what happened so he’d spank me instead. By watching the hairbrushing I could tell that CT was a much more experienced spanker than Abram.

We arrived to the room all too soon and Tara was sitting in a hard wooden chair, still crying. Abram seemed slightly taken aback, but did not say anything about it. “You wanted to see me?” he asked CT.

CT nodded. “Have you told him what happened yet?”

I shook my head.

“Well, go ahead.”

I bit my lower lip. “Well, er, I was in my room, reading, and I heard a noise and came to see what it was and I kinda watched CT spanking Tara...” I stammered.

Abram nodded.

“And she almost killed the camera man,” CT added.

He raised his eyebrows. “How’d you manage to do that?” he asked, looking around the room to seek out the one who almost died.

“CT was coming to the bathroom and I turned to run out and the guy was behind me and I ran into him,” I said.

Abe tried to not laugh, but he couldn’t resist. I mean, it was funny... Hilarious even. I’d have laughed, too, if I wasn’t scared of what CT would do. “Sorry,” he apologized, finally managing to choke down his laughter. He cleared his throat. “It’s never okay to spy on someone,” Abe said, in all seriousness. “You should know that, Aerial. You wouldn’t want someone doing that to you.”

I nodded. “I know,” I said. “I just... I wanted to watch and see what was going on...”

“Well,” CT said, “now you get to know what’s going on first-handedly. Because I’m about to use this hairbrush on you...” He looked at Abram for his approval.

Abram nodded. “Right. And not only does Tara get to watch, I get to watch, and so do all these camera men, even the one you almost killed,” he added, containing his laughter. “And after CT gets through with you, I’m going to have my own talk with you, got it?”

I gulped and nodded.

Abe looked at CT and CT looked at me and I just looked around the room. Three camera men were gathered around to see what was happening, the tears had stopped streaming down Tara’s cheeks and she was gazing upon me with curiousity, Abram was giving me a stern look. “Okay,” CT said. “You won’t be needing those pants.”

I blushed furiously and tugged them down to my knees.

“Panties either,” he said when I stared at him.

I blushed even more, taking one more quick look around and finally pulling them down to meet my shorts. He threw me over his lap like I’d seen him do to Tara. I shifted uncomfortably, but he had such a firm on me that I could barely move. “Aerial,” he began, lifting the brush and crashing it down on my backside, causing me to groan in displeasure, “I don’t want to ever *SMACK!* see you spying on someone again. *SMACK!* Do you understand? *SMACK!*”

“Owwwwwwww,” I groaned. “Yes, I understand.” His smacks weren’t nearly as hard as they’d been on Tara, I guess because the main punishment was just embarrassing me. I knew my real punishment would be coming from Abram.

“Good *SMACK!* because next time *SMACK!* you won’t be able to sit for weeks. *SMACK!* Got it? *SMACK!!!!*”

The last smack made me shriek in pain. “Yessss, I got it, I got it!” I wailed, holding onto the couch for dear life.

“Good!” He landed two final smacks on my sit spots that were harder than all of the rest put together, then lifted me. My hands flew to my bottom so I could rub the sting out.

Abram shook his head. “No rubbing,” he ordered, grabbing me by the upper arm and hauling me to the doorway. “I want you to apologize,” he muttered into my ear.

I nodded and turned around, blushing once more because I realized that three different cameras had recorded my spanking and everyone was staring at my red bottom. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and turned back to Abram, wanting him to take me out of that embarrassing situation.

And he did. He marched me out of the room and through the hallway to where my room was, journal still lying on my bed. He pulled the curtain shut and looked at me. “Aerial, you know better than that..” he began.

“I know I do. I was just curious.”

“I know you were, and that’s normal, but you honestly don’t want Tara or CT or anyone for that matter peeking in to watch you get spanked. Didn’t you even think about that when you were watching?”

I hung my head. “No.”

“I think what CT did was completely fair, though I don’t like the fact that he embarrassed you so much. But you deserved it, don’t you think?”

I nodded.

And then he added, “Do you think that you’ve honestly been punished enough?” Ugh! Why do people ask stupid questions like that! You feel stupid saying yes because you know they’ll take that and say that you’re immature for thinking that and you’ll get a spanking anyway, and if you say no, then you get spanked, too! So there’s no way out! Like once when a teacher asked me what grade I think I deserved on a test... hell, I don’t know, isn’t that what they pay you to do? Oh well... I knew that I *wanted* Abram to spank me more, so therefore, it was an easy decision.

“No,” I answered.

He sat down on my bed and pulled me to him, lifting my chin so my eyes would meet his. “Aerial, you’re a great kid, almost like a real little sister to me. You’re eighteen years old and you know that what you did is wrong, and I think it’s great that you’re fessing up to that, okay? I’m just really disappointed in you for doing this. You’re a bigger person than that.”

I nodded.

He gently lead me over his lap. My shorts and panties were still down from my earlier spanking. “Think about this next time you want to spy on someone... and think about how embarrassing it was for you when others were watching you.”

I nodded and he slapped his hand down on my rear. I’ll admit, it was more gentle than CT’s spanking and done with more love than anger. I think that’s what got me riled up the most. I know, I’m weird. He slapped my bottom again and again, until he began a rapid pace, covering my entire backside and sitspots and thighs. I didn’t want to know where he learned to spank like that all of a sudden! Seemed as if the last time he spanked me he had no clue what he was doing! And it was actually hurting, especially since I’d just gotten spanked with that awful hairbrush.

He didn’t stop until I was really and truly broken, and both of us could tell when that moment hit because I had stopped struggling and I was just lying there, crying my heart out, and apologizing for what I’d done... and this time, I really meant it.

He lifted me in a heartbeat and pulled me into his arms in a loving embrace. He rocked me back and forth and let me cry on his shoulder, stroking my hair and telling me that I was forgiven. He told me that he loved me and only wanted the best for me. I told him that I loved him, too. It was a very heartfelt experience, to say the least.

After about thirty minutes of cuddling, he pulled my panties and shorts back up and kissed me on the forehead. “Get some rest,” he said. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

And he was right... I was exhausted. I’d had two spankings in one day and I was aching all over. But I felt better... at least I was forgiven.

So I took a nap and I just now woke up, and my bottom is still throbbing. I took a look at it in the mirror earlier, making sure no one was around first, of course, and it’s bruising just a little near the sit spots. But everything’s okay now. I think I’ll go see how Tara is and apologize to her again. Good idea?

I’ll write soon!
Aerial

Story: Aerial's Diary - Week 1

The first journal entry in Aerial's Diary.  This series is a fanfic based off of the Challenges on MTV... I created Tara and Aerial, but the rest are actual characters from reality tv shows.  This week, Aerial introduces the challenge and discusses her fight with Tara (and the consequences of that fight).

Aerial's Diary - Week 1
by Breanna Carter

Dear Journal,

Okay, so this is my Journal for this stupid challenge. I guess I should start off by explaining what exactly it is. Well, obviously, it’s the challenge between the Road Rules, that’s my team, and the Real World, the other team. They’re the drama queens and we’re the competitors. We like to kick ass and win. Anyway, so yeah. The challenge is basically that we have three missions to complete a week and we go against the Real World team. If we win, we get $10,000. Isn’t that nice? If we lose, well, we get pissed. That’s what it seems like so far at least. The cool thing is that, unlike previous challenges, we get to keep all of our players, and it looks like we have a really good team.

There’s 10 players on each team, and I’m going to go ahead and tell you who everyone is so you don’t get confused. On my team, the blue team, the Road Rules, there are five guys -- Adam, Theo, Darrell, Jeremy, and Abram. On The Box, everyone has a brother/sister. It sounds weird, I know. The purpose is that whomever is doing poorly in the missions has a brother/sister responsible to tell them that they need to step up. Okay, so Abram is my brother. If I start slacking off, he will do whatever it takes to get me to work out more and do better on missions. Anyway, that’s not the point. I think I’m probably confusing you. The girls on our team are Aerial (that’s me -- and no Little Mermaid jokes or I’ll kill you!), Veronica, Cara, Christena, and Sara. On the Real World is Mike, CT, Theo (yes, there’s two of them), Ace, Nathan, Tara, Trishelle, Mallory, Leah, and Coral. Tara and I are the babies. We’re the only two who haven’t done anything like this before and we’re both only 18, whereas, the rest of the people are in their 20s.

Anyway, I’m glad the introductions are finished because I’m ready to get on with my story. I won’t even waste time with the missions, just tell you the stuff that they won’t put on tv, because the missions aren’t important.

Like I said, Tara and I are the babies and since we live in this house together, people expect us to get along. Well, firstly, I don’t just get along with everybody I see, and she was kinda bitchy to me to begin with. So when we met in the living room one night, some of the guys were partying, except for Abram, who was eating and talking to CT, who was also not partying. Well, I wasn’t in the mood to get drunk, and besides, Abram already told me that since I wasn’t of age, I wasn’t allowed to (but sometimes I still snuck a drink when he was too shit-faced to notice). So I was sitting there in this chair, staring into space when Tara comes up to me and says, “hey, I was sitting there.” Like a fucking five year old with this sandwich in her hand like she’s going to throw it at me or something.

Well, playing this five year old game I say, “well, you’re not anymore.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, murmuring “bitch” under her breath.

Uh, excuse me? Don’t call me a bitch! So I stood up and said, “Hey, if you have a fucking problem, just say it.”

And she says, “Yeah I have a fucking problem,” getting up in my face. “You’ve been bitchy to me ever since I got here and I’ve *tried* to be nice to you, I’ve tried to get along, but you’re acting like a two year old.”

And I say, “I’M acting like a two year old? You’re the one that came in here whining because I took your fucking chair.”

“Girls, girls, settle down,” Abe said, and I noticed that he and CT had stopped talking and were now staring at us.

But Tara didn’t settle down. “The only reason I said anything about it is because I’m sick of you pushing me around!” she screamed.

“I’m not pushing you around!”

“Yes you are!” she argued. “You’re treating me like a fucking doormat and I’m sick of it!”

I was fuming, but before I could come back and say anything, Abe pushed me out of the way. “Go upstairs, kiddo, and calm down.”

I took a deep breath in and pushed through them, being sure to shove Tara on my way out.

I guess I was pretty pissed at Tara because the next day when we were at our mission I kind of said a few choice words to her. She exchanged back, but that was about all.

It went on like that for a week until Friday night when we all decided to party. Well, CT wasn’t feeling all that well, so he was lying on the couch and someone bet Abe that he couldn’t go the entire night without alcohol so they were the two again who weren’t drinking. This time, though, I decided to have some, and what Abe didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. Who cared if he got pissed at me? He’d get over it.

So I drank a screwdriver and was a little tipsy when Tara came into the room. I don’t think it was the alcohol that made me call her all sorts of names. I called her everything I could think of, which surprisingly, was a lot, then I made fun of everything about her and I could see her bunching her fists up and everything. I was so pleased with myself that I cackled and went back to the living room to talk to CT, Abe, Mike, and Darrell but before I even made it all the way there, she shot some words back at me. I totally wasn’t expecting it.

“Excuse me?” I said to her.

“You heard me,” she answered.

“I don’t think you know who you’re fucking with.”

She stepped closer. “You don’t intimidate me.”

I stepped closer. “You SHOULD be intimidated.” Hey, I was tipsy, that was the best comeback I had.

“Look, we live in this house together, we might as well get along,” she said, becoming the good guy in the situation.

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, bitch. You started this whole thing anyway,” I said, then turned around, only to fall flat on my face. Don’t tell anyone, but I think I just tripped over a table or my own feet or something, and I even knew that at the time, but I was so pissed at Tara I decided to blame her.

I stood up and turned around and tackled her. In a matter of seconds, the four guys in the living room were surrounding us and some of the people from the other room were in there and I was hitting her and she was hitting me and Abram was yelling and Mike was yelling and Darrell was laughing and Veronica stepped in to try and break it up but got slapped and stepped back. Hahaha, it was really funny.

Anyway, so Darrell is about to die laughing, and Mike is trying to pry Tara away from me, and CT is glaring at us, and Abram is just kind of standing there, hands on hips, trying to figure out what the hell to do. Mike is completely wasted, so his attempts to get Tara and me apart are futile. Veronica is pissed because she got slapped, and everyone else is either standing there with a dumb look on their face or laughing with Darrell.

Finally Abram yells, “GODDAMMIT AERIAL, KNOCK IT OFF!” and it scared me so badly because I’d never heard him use that word before. It scared me enough that I stopped long enough for Mike to separate the two of us, then Abram grabs my arm and pulls me up. By this time, CT is standing over Tara and pulling her up as well, and then they practically drag us upstairs to a common room type area. “Geeze, you’ve been drinking,” Abe said as he sat me down and towered over me.

No shit, Abe.

CT threw Tara next to me and there we were, two little girls with two angry guys standing in front of us, Abe’s hands on his hips and CT’s arms folded. I felt like a little kid who’d gotten caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Actually, I was a little kid, and at that moment, I had this really weird feeling inside of me and I blushed like crazy because I actually *liked* feeling like that. I hoped neither CT nor Abram noticed that look on my face.

Abe paced back and forth, anger filling his body, it was apparant. I just sat there in this uncomforatble silence, not regretting a thing I had done.

“Abram, you’re making me dizzy,” I said, slouched back in my seat.

He stopped pacing and looked at me.

CT looked at him. “Let’s talk for a minute,” he said. The two guys walked out of the room and conversed quietly.

I sighed at Tara. “I hope they don’t kick us off the team for this,” I muttered.

“Too bad CT and Abe aren’t drunk, then they wouldn’t care.”

I nodded.

CT came back in the room, followed by Abe.

“Girls,” CT began, standing again where he was towering over us. I looked around and noticed that there were tons of cameras around. I mean, I’m used to it and all, so I don’t notice it often. Come to think of it, when we had been fighting it seemed like there were a lot of cameras around, too. Anyway, so CT was talking, “Abe and I have decided since you’re both our responsibilites that we’re going to handle this the old-fashioned way and I’m going to spank Tara, and Abram’s going to spank Aerial.”

I think when CT came to that conclusion my heart literally stopped. And not only did my heart stop, I got another weird feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t tell if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling.

The guys let it sink in for a moment. I looked at Tara who was biting her lower lip. I wondered if she’d ever been spanked before. I know I hadn’t. I wondered if Abram or CT had ever spanked anyone before. I wondered so much... but I figured then wasn’t the greatest time to ask.

“Okay,” Abram said after a moment of silence, “Aerial, come with me.” I swallowed this big lump in my throat and stood, taking his hand and following him into my bedroom.

He sat down and beckoned me forward. “Abe? Have you ever done this before?” I asked softly.

“Yeah, a few times. Why?”

“I’ve never been spanked before,” I admitted, wishing that I’d drank more alcohol so I wouldn’t feel so embarrassed.

“I didn’t figure you had, cause then you wouldn’t be so bratty,” he said.

Me, bratty? NO WAY!

I didn’t say anything to him though.

“Okay, kiddo, over my lap.”

I sniffled a little, looking nervously around the room. “You guys aren’t going to air this on tv, are you?” I asked the camera man, knowing he wouldn’t answer me.

“Yeah, man, can you give us a little privacy?” Abe asked in this most polite voice. I turned back to him and he pushed the blonde hair of his eyes. He’s SO adorable! So the camera man left and I cleared my throat then got over his lap. Ugh, it was soooo comfortable over his lap and that’s when I realized the feeling in my stomach was a GOOD feeling and I was enjoying this way too much.

Then he did something I totally wasn’t expecting. He tugged my shorts and my panties down to my knees. Funny thing is, I didn’t put up a fight or struggle or anything. Maybe I was just too nervous. He rested his hand on my rear end, and I just buried my face into the blankets.

“Aerial, first off, I want you to know that I’m pissed you drank, because you’re too young and it’s not good for you anyway. Are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” I replied, head still buried into the blanket.

“And secondly, I’m upset because you’ve been fighting with Tara all week, but mostly because you got in a physical fight today and when we tried to break you guys up, you just kept at it. That’s not cool, kiddo, not cool at all.”

“I know,” I admitted, wishing he’d just keep me in that position all night and that’d be fine with me.

But he didn’t. “I’m about to start, okay?”

“Okay,” I murmured, taking a deep breath in.

I felt his hand being lifted from my bottom and I couldn’t help but get all nervous because it’d never happened before. He landed the first smack and, oh man, I can’t explain this amazing feeling I had. All I did was wince a little because it wasn’t that hard. I knew he could spank much harder than that cause Abram is a strong guy. Trust me, I know. I’m on a team with him. He landed the next series of smacks and they got harder and harder as time passed. I don’t know how many time he slapped my bottom -- I lost count after 40 because he was spanking so hard and so quickly that it was beginning to hurt and I couldn’t concentrate on counting. But trust me, it was WAY more than 40 spanks... it felt like 400! By the time he was finished I was actually crying and pleading for him to stop. In fact, I’d been doing that for a while and it didn’t move him in the least bit. He just kept lecturing me on doing as I was told and NOT drinking, and I kept assuring him that I wouldn’t do it and begged him to please stop. When he stopped, my entire bottom was aching and my thighs hurt because he really enjoyed spanking where I would feel it when I sat. And TRUST ME, when I sat, I felt it... for at least a day or two.

Anyway, so after he spanked me, he lifted me from his lap and let me cry on his shoulder for a little while and just held me there, like a big brother would do. I dunno, though... I really liked the whole experience and I want to do it again...

The next morning, I saw Tara who was still rubbing her bottom (too) and I figured that she’d gotten it just as bad as me. I smiled at her and apologized for being so mean, not because Abe told me to, but because I felt as if we were connected somehow, by being punished like eight year olds. She smiled at me and said she was sorry, too. I was totally tempted to ask her about her spanking, but decided to let it go. That’d be another conversation we’d have.

I SO hope they don’t show that on tv because it’d be uber embarrassing.

Anyway, I’ll write more next week, so STAY TUNED. :)

Later,
Aerial

Story: Shopping for Aunt Becky

Misc story.  Fanfiction based on Full House.  The girls are looking for a present for their Aunt Becky and Stephanie, unable to afford the present she wants to get, decides to steal something.

Shopping for Aunt Becky
by Breanna Carter

It was a Saturday afternoon in San Francisco and 14 year old Stephanie Tanner was at the mall with DJ and Michelle, trying to find Aunt Becky something for Mother’s Day. Things had been going pretty well for a while, they found some stuff that Becky was sure to like, but they still hadn’t gotten the perfect gift. At least, that’s what Stephanie thought. Of course, Stephanie wasn’t really out to shop for Becky’s present.. she was looking for these super expensive earrings that she wanted to buy since her father gave her some money to buy Becky’s present. But she couldn’t do that with DJ and Michelle around.

Then she heard those words... “I have to go to the bathroom,” Michelle whined.

“Can’t you wait, Michelle?” DJ asked, looking through some skirts.

“No.”

“Why don’t you guys go to the bathroom, and I’ll just keep looking for something for Aunt Becky,” Stephanie suggested, figuring now was her chance. “I’ll go look in Dillard’s.”

DJ looked from Michelle to Steph then back to Michelle. “Okay, then. I’ll meet you in Dillard’s.”

The two girls rushed to the bathroom and Stephanie nearly ran out of the store, anxious to get the earrings before DJ and Michelle came back. The thing is, on the way to get the earrings, Stephanie found the perfect present for Aunt Becky, a golden locket that cost thirty dollars. But she knew that she wouldn’t have enough money to buy both the earrings and the locket. Biting her lip, she knew she had to making the decision. Would she be the arrogant one and buy something for herself, or be generous and spend her money on Aunt Becky, the only mom she really knew. She sighed, then walked to the jewelry section and found the earrings. She read the price on the back.

“Fifty dollars?” she said aloud. “I don’t even HAVE that much money,” she muttered, swearing that the price had been raised since the last time she was there. She looked around to see if anybody was looking and finally shoved the earrings in her pocket. She’d pay for it... eventually. Besides, fifty dollars was too much for them anyway.

When Michelle and DJ came back, Stephanie had already bought the locket and was sitting outside the store on a bench trying to figure out how to open it.

“What’d you find?” DJ asked.

“A locket. Isn’t this cool? I figured we could put a picture of the three of us in here. We could have us on one side and Dad, Joey, and Uncle Jesse on the other.”

“That’s a great idea!” Michelle said, smiling broadly.

“Of course it is, I came up with it. Let’s go get something to eat!”

The three girls joyously skipped off to the food court and ordered a huge slice of pizza each and gobbled it down quickly.

DJ took the last sip of her soda then exclaimed, “I have a date tonight, girls, so we better get going.”

Michelle whined. “But can’t we stay a little longer, pwease?”

Stephanie rolled her eyes. “No, Michelle. We gotta go back home. I have a date tonight, too.”

“Oh?” DJ said. “With who?”

Stephanie smiled uncomfortably. “Just a boy in my class.” She didn’t want to give any details to her sisters. Especially since it wasn’t a guy in her class, but a guy who was older and had no idea that she was only in eighth grade.

DJ nodded. “Okay then, let’s go.”

The girls picked up their trays and threw their food away, then DJ drove them home.

Michelle felt a little left out, being only in forth grade and not old enough for boyfriends and dates and stuff. She figured that maybe soon she’d ask her dad if she could go out on a date with someone from her class. But until then, she’d just stay home and play with Comet.

Stephanie called her older guy friend, a senior in high school named Jonathan, and told him that she wanted to go out on a date but she’d meet him at a restuarant down the street. Although her father, Becky, and Joey weren’t home, Uncle Jesse was, and if he knew that she was going out with an older guy, he’d be pretty mad. So when he questioned her, she’d just say that she was meeting some friends and going to a movie.

So she took a shower and fixed her hair, then put on some makeup and finished it off with putting on her earrings. They looked stellar on her! Jonathan would think she was the greatest thing ever and maybe he’d even give her his senior ring or something.

“Stephanie!” Jesse yelled and walked up the stairs carrying the cordless phone. “Some guy’s on the phone. He said his name was Jonathan and..” he walked into the room and stopped in the doorway seeing Stephanie’s gold earrings dangling down. “Where’d you get those?”

“Oh, uh, well... we went shopping today and they were on sale so I...” she paused as he walked over and took the box from her.

“Fifty dollars, Steph? Where’d you get that kind of money?”

“I told you, they were on sale...”

He gave her a questioning look and sat down on the bed. “Jonathan,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, she’ll call you back,” then hung up. “Steph, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not lying,” she said uneasily and not looking at him at all.

“Stephanie...” he began, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. “Where did you get those earrings? Were they a present from this Jonathan kid that you were supposed to go out with tonight but didn’t tell anyone?”

“Yeah!” she said, almost a little too enthuastically. That was the perfect excuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out with him?”

“Because, well, I didn’t want you to get worried and I didn’t want you to make me bring him over so you could ask him tons of questions.”

“Steph, you know I only do that because I love you.”

“I know, Uncle Jesse.”

He hugged her tightly for a few minutes. “Steph, I have to punish you for this, you know that, right?”

“But Uncle Jesse! I have to go out with him tonight! I already made plans.”

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he began, “but after I get finished with you, you won’t want to go out with him.”

She stepped back. “W-what do you mean?” she stammered.

“I mean that I’m going to give you a spanking for lying to me. I love you very much, Stephanie, and I can’t let you get away with lying.”

“B-but Uncle J-Jesse,” she whined, small body shaking, “You’ve never spanked me before. And neither has Dad. Please don’t,” she begged.

“I have to, Steph. And if you just comply and do what I say, it’ll be over before you know it, okay?”

Tears began streaming down her face. “No, Uncle Jesse, please!” she begged. “I’m sorry!”

He sat there, unmoved. “Come on, kiddo. Pull down your pants.”

More tears fell.

“Stephanie, I’m going to give you to the count of three, and if you haven’t pulled them down, I’ll do it for you. One...”

She moved her hands to the button of her jeans and unbuttoned them then proceeded to unzip them and pull them down to her knees.

“That’s my girl,” Uncle Jesse praised. “Come on, now, over my lap.” He gave her a gentle tug and she fell over his lap, still wailing.

“Pleaseeeeee, Uncle Jesse. I won’t lie anymore. Please don’t do this!”

“Sorry, Steph, but you deserve this,” he replied, grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down to meet her jeans. He lifted his hand high in the air and brought it crashing down on Stephanie’s bare bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Stephanie squealed loudly and began kicking and yelping with each smack. “OW! Uncle Jesse! That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to,” he answered, keeping up a steady pace and making sure he covered her whole bottom, both cheeks and sit spots alike. She was putting up such a fight, though, that he had to hold her down to keep her from falling off of his lap. “If you stop squirming so much, this will be much easier on you,” he said, raining down smacks on her pink bottom. He kept going and going, determined to teach her a lesson about lying, no matter how much she protested and fought and cried. Finally, he felt her body go limp and she was crying like crazy. Her bottom was red by this time and he landed four more spanks on her sit spots to make sure that he made his point clear, then stopped, rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry,” she blubbered through tears. “I’m s-sorrry, U-un-cle J-Jesse. I won’t d-do it again.”

“Shhhhh, shhhh, kiddo,” he said. “Cry it all out, Stephanie. It’ll be okay. I’m all finished now. It’s all over.”

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours until Stephanie finally wiped the tears from her eyes and sat up, hugging him tightly. She murmured more apologies and Jesse accepted them, but told her that she still couldn’t go out with that Jonathan kid that night. She wanted to whine about it, but instead just nodded and let go, then told him that she wanted to take a nap because she didn’t feel so well. He kissed her forehead and let her go to sleep.

*****

When Stephanie woke up, her bottom was still aching a little, but nothing ached as much as her stomach. There seemed to be butterflies flying everywhere inside of her, because she felt horrible for stealing those earrings then lying to Uncle Jesse about it. But she couldn’t tell him, since she’d already lied to him once that day.

It was getting darker outside and she decided that since DJ was still there, she’d talk to her. She sighed loudly, then sat up in bed, stretching her arms out. Before she went to see her sister, she pulled her pink panties down a little to see her bottom, noticing that it was still a little pink, but wasn’t too bad. She tugged them back up then ambled across the hallway.

“Dj, I need to talk to you,” she said, plopping down on the bed.

DJ was brushing her hair when Steph came in, but she sat down next to her sister, having already been told about the previous events. “What is it, little sister?”

“It’s about Uncle Jesse.”

DJ didn’t want to tell Stephanie that she already knew what happened because she didn’t want to embarass her little sister. After all, when she was fourteen, something similar happened, and she’d have been really embarassed if someone brought it up to her. “What is it, Stephanie?”

“Well, earlier today I was going to go out with this boy named Jonathan, and Uncle Jesse saw these earrings that I was going to wear, and asked me where I got them from and I told him that I bought them, but he knew I was lying and asked if I got them as a present from Jonathan, and I told him yes,” she explained. “And he spanked me for lying to him.” Her cheeks turned bright red from being so embarrassed. She’d never imagined that she’d tell anyone about being spanked. “But the thing is,” she began, wondering how to tell this to her older sister, “I lied to him when I told him it was a present from Jonathan, because really,” she took a deep breath in and gulped, “I stole them.”

DJ’s mouth dropped. “You did WHAT?” she asked, definitely not expecting that one.

Stephanie nodded in disappointment.

“Stephanie!” she shouted. “That’s illegal! You could get arrested for that!”

“I know,” Stephanie said, looking down at the carpet. “And I feel bad about it. I don’t know what to do.”

“You have to tell Uncle Jesse,” DJ said.

“But Dj, I can’t! He’ll be really upset and never trust me again because that’d make it twice in one day that I lied to him!”

“But you *have* to,” DJ said, then thought on it for a minute. “I mean, no, I can’t do that. Uncle Jesse deserves to know.”

“Wait, you can’t do what?”

“Nothing, nothing,” DJ said. “The point is..”

“DJ!” Stephanie screamed, standing up. “What is it? What were you going to say?”

DJ bit her lip. “I was going to say that I could spank you myself, and that’d be enough punishment, but..”

“YES!” Stephanie said. “Would you, please? I can’t tell Uncle Jesse.”

DJ sighed. “Stephanie... do you know how much trouble we could get in?”

“We won’t get in any trouble. You’re my older sister, you can punish me. You’re kind of an adult.”

She sighed again. “Okay, but I’m not going to spank you with my hand. It wouldn’t hurt enough,” she admitted.

Stephanie winced. Maybe she should go back to Uncle Jesse. But Uncle Jesse was so strong... what if he decided to spank with something else, too? Then she’d really be out of luck. “That’s fine,” she finally concluded.

DJ nodded. “Okay,” she said, picking up her purple plastic flat backed brush. “This’ll have to do,” she said, then sat down on her wooden chair that was sitting in front of her dresser. “Come here.”

Stephanie gulped and walked towards her older sister. “Not too hard, DJ,” she begged.

“Sorry, Steph. I have to. You know that lying and stealing is wrong and I have to teach you a lesson.” With that sentence, she proceeded to pull Steph over her lap, since she wasn’t wearing any pants.

Stephanie held onto the chair legs and tried to steady herself. She was nervous as hell, but knew that it’d be much worse if it were Uncle Jesse. She shivered as DJ pulled her panties down, just as she had when Uncle Jesse had. Boy, there she was, getting spanked for the second time in one day, the second time in her life.

THWACK!

The plastic hit her bare bottom sending out the weirdest noise ever, and combined with the sound that Stephanie made, it was actually sort of humorous. Steph’s bottom was throbbing and she desperately wished that it was all DJ was going to give her... but her wish wasn’t granted and the brush crashed down on her bottom again, this time a little lower and close to her sit spots.

“YEOUCH!” Steph howled. “DJ! That hurts!”

“I know, Steph, but THWACK! I have to do this. THWACK!”

DJ began hitting Stephanie’s bottom harder and harder, making pink sploches everywhere. Stephanie was kicking and whining and it was hurting so much, she wished that she’d just kept the whole thing to herself. Just as the tears began to stream down her cheeks, there was a knock at the door.

DJ was about to send another smack on Stephanie’s pink bottom when she stopped dead in the air.

“Girls?” Uncle Jesse said, knocking again and jiggling the doorknob. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

DJ and Stephanie looked at each other and Steph quickly hopped up, pulling her panties back up, fixing her hair and drying her eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” DJ said, “just getting ready for my date and Steph was helping me.

Jesse had his doubts. “Open the door,” he said, jiggling the handle once more.

DJ shoved Stephanie on her bed and under the covers so Jesse wouldn’t see her glowing pink bottom from DJ’s hairbrush, then she opened the door to see Jesse there, leaning against the wall.

“What was all that racket?” he asked, pushing past DJ and coming inside.

“Uh, nothing, Uncle Jesse,” DJ said, smiling nervously. “I must’ve dropped something.”

He looked at her questioningly. “DJ, did I ever tell you how much it bothers me when someone lies?”

She gulped and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie looked back and decided it was time to fess up. “Uncle Jesse, it was me,” she said, throwing the cover off of herself and walking towards him. “I came in here to tell DJ that I felt bad about something, and she was going to spank me for it.”

“I see. And what is it that you felt bad about?” he asked, somehow figuring that he had something to do with it.

Stephanie looked down at the floor, letting a tear fall from her eyes.

He lifted her chin up and looked at her. “Stephanie, tell me,” he said sternly, but with love.

She sniffled. “I lied to you earlier,” she admitted. “Nobody gave me those earrings as a present, I stole them.”

Jesse’s heart dropped. “Stephanie,” he began, clearing his throat. “You stole those earrings?”

She nodded, disappointed in herself.

Jesse was FAR more than disappointed in her. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t have the money for them. I had to buy Aunt Becky’s present and I wanted them so badly for my date tonight, I couldn’t help it.”

“Stephanie, that’s a pathetic excuse. You can always help it.” He took a deep breath in. “You gain nothing in life by stealing, do you understand? If you wanted the earrings you could have come to Danny, Joey, Becky, or me... you could have asked to borrow the money, or you could’ve gotten a babysitting job and paid for it yourself. You are never EVER under any circumstances to steal anything. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.

“And I can’t believe you lied to me about it... knowing that it would be easier just to tell the truth to begin with.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “That’s why I wanted to talk to DJ because I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well the right thing to do would be to tell me. And believe me, first thing after I punish the two of you, we’re going to take those earrings back, got it?”

“But I’ve already been punished!” Stephanie protested.

He turned her around and pulled her panties down to see the fading marks from the hairbrush. “Oh, kiddo, that’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen,” he said then looked at DJ. “DJ, you’re first. Shut the door and come here.”

“But Uncle Jesse, I didn’t do anything!” she said.

“DJ, all you had to do was tell me what was going on.”

“But I didn’t want to rat out my sister. I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”

“And that’s still dishonesty.”

DJ folded her arms.

“DJ, come here, right now.”

“Uncle Jesse! You can’t do this! I’m 17 years old! That’s too old to be spanked!”

“Donna Joe Tanner! You will not have that attitude with me, Young Lady. You will shut that door and get over here this instant!”

DJ blinked and stammered, “yes sir,” then shut the door and went to her uncle.

“That’s more like it,” he said. “Since you ARE 17, DJ, and you know that lying is wrong and you’ve been punished for it before, I’m going to give you a little more than I did Stephanie earlier. I want you to go get my wooden hairbrush from my room.”

DJ blinked. “But Uncle Jesse...” she began, catching an admonishing look from him and she was defeated. She muttered a yes sir and scampered out of the room, returning seconds later with his wooden hairbrush, which looked much more intimidating than the plastic one she had used on Stephanie. He sat down on the chair.

“Okay, DJ, pants down.”

She looked at her sister nervously but complied, bringing her jeans down to her ankles then lying over her uncle’s lap.

“Young Lady, you know better than to lie to me. If someone in this house ever does something like Stephanie did, it’s your responsibility to tell someone, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

She felt him tugging her panties down to her knees and she held on tightly to the legs of the chair, knowing that she was in for a painful spanking.

He did not hesitate to begin. Within seconds he was crashing down the wooden hairbrush on her rear end and its cracks were echoing through the room as well as DJ’s cries. DJ was trying to remain brave through her punishment, but after the tenth smack, it was hurting her so much that she was crying out with every smack and pleading for him to stop. By the time he landed the twenty-ninth smack, she was bawling like a baby and couldn’t even talk because she was crying so hard. She had never experienced such pain in her life and she’d also never been so sorry for telling a lie. He decided to stop with thirty-five and he lifted the young girl up and sat her down in her wooden chair.

“Stay there until I’m finished with Stephanie’s spanking,” he commanded.

Stephanie stared at them in utter shock. She had seen DJ’s spanking and it was dark red and her sit spots and thighs looked like it was going to hurt for a long time. She was shifting in the seat uncomfotably.

“Stephanie,” Uncle Jesse began, “I want you to set both of DJ’s pillows on the middle of the bed then lean over them.”

DJ’s eyes went wide, not because of what he had told Stephanie, but because he was unbuckling his leather belt. She watched her sister put the pillows on the bed then looked back at Uncle Jesse who was sliding the belt through its loops. She looked like a deer in headlights and DJ could read her thoughts, “you’re not going to use that on me, are you?”

Uncle Jesse could clearly read her thoughts, too. “I hate doing this, kiddo, but you’re 14 years old and you know that stealing is wrong, okay?”

DJ still shifted on that terribly uncomfortable chair.

“Get over the pillows, Steph,” Uncle Jesse said in a calm voice.

Stephanie began crying again. DJ couldn’t blame her... if she was about to get spanked with a belt, she would DEFINITELY be crying.

“Steph, come on. The sooner you do this the sooner it’ll be over.”

“Please, Uncle Jesse,” she said, speaking for the first time since DJ had argued about getting spanked. “I’m sorry for stealing and I’m sorry for lying and I won’t do it again and DJ already punished me and please don’t hit me with that belt.”

He sighed. “I know, kiddo, but you’re my niece and my responsibility and I have to teach you a lesson, okay? Now come on, I’ll help you over.”

DJ watched Uncle Jesse help her younger sister over the pillows, still crying, and then he moved her panties down to her knees.

“Don’t reach back, okay? Keep a good grip on DJ’s mattress beacuse if you reach back I’ll have to add an extra.”

Stephanie sure didn’t want that. “Yes, sir,” she said in a weak voice.

DJ shifted again.

He lifted his belt high in the air. “Okay, Steph, I’m about to begin,” he said, giving her forewarning, then brought it down on her bottom.

DJ winced, feeling the own pain her bottom more.

Stephanie yelped and came up off the bed, tempted to cover her rear end and beg for mercy, but she didn’t, just cried louder and settled back down.

Jesse took another breath in, feeling sorry for his niece, but raised the belt again and collided it with her rump, causing another scream to erupt from her mouth and DJ to shift again in the chair, not wanting to watch.

“I have to do this, Steph,” he said. “Stealing is wrong, and it could get you arrested, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just slapped her bottom again two more times, leaving four red stripes. He decided to give four more whaps in those places, and then three on her sit spots.

He held her down with his left hand to make sure that she didn’t move more than necessary.

DJ watched nervously, biting on her fingernail, still shifting in her seat from being in so much pain.

Stephanie let DJ’s sheets soak up all of her tears. Tears because she knew what she did was wrong, tears because her backside hurt so much, and tears because she felt so horrible for letting Uncle Jesse down, twice in one day.

Jesse delivered the final seven spanks in a quick manner, so as to get them over with, and Stephanie howled in pain and DJ was crying all over again. He threw the belt down on the floor and lifted Stephanie from the bed, DJ from the chair, and held them both in his arms, cuddling and cradling them. It’d been a long day for all three of them.

“But, Steph,” he said, after the crying had died down. “We’re still taking those earrings back.”

“Yes, Uncle Jesse.”

*****

That night, Stephanie, Michelle, and Uncle Jesse took the earrings back while DJ was on her date. Stephanie apologized for the theft and returned them to the manager, not know much of what to say just that she was sorry and had been punished and she’d never do anything so stupid ever again. Jesse smiled at Stephanie. She was really growing up.

Aunt Becky loved her locket.