Story: Boarding School

Misc story (originally posted in my website's 'zine' that only made it to one issue.  sorry about that lol).  Sam breaks into her girlfriend's dorm room and finds out some disturbing information.  It causes a loud commotion that stirs the teacher on duty.  After a tearful confession and angst-driven meltdown, Sam must pay the consequences of breaking the rules.

Boarding School
M/f

The scream echoed through the hallways of El Colegio Internacional de Paraguay. It was a piercing scream, that of a girl in distress. Actually, it was my own scream, right after I read the letter that my girlfriend’s lover had written to her. A letter that not only proved that I was being cheated on, but that while Andrea had been too ashamed to even mention me to her parents, she was taking her lover home over the weekend. A letter that told me that while Andrea and I hadn’t gotten past kissing, she and her lover had rounded third base and were getting ready to make it to home plate, if you know what I mean.

My best friends had been standing outside the door, keeping watch, as it was waay past curfew at our boarding school, even if it was a Friday night. Being caught out of our dorms would get us in tons of trouble, but if a teacher found out that I’d borrowed (well, stolen) a key from the prefects, we’d be in even more trouble. But when my friends heard the scream, they came rushing in.

“What is it?” Yumi asked, worried about me.

“Sam, you’re going to get us in trouble screaming like that!” Carrigan added.

“That BITCH!” was all I could say. I ripped the note in half, then began throwing the rest of the contents in the box. I ripped up the pictures she had of the two of us, the letters I’d written her, and finally broke the necklace that I’d given her for her birthday. I chunked the box across the room, then began ripping the sheets off of her bed, ripping the posters off of the wall, still screaming and cussing her out.

Yumi touched my arm to get me to calm down, but I pushed her away and continued destroying Andrea’s room, just like she’d destroyed me.

“Sam,” I heard Carrigan say, now in a pleading voice, “you’re waking people up.”

“I don‘t care,” I shouted, now pushing everything off of Andrea’s dresser onto the floor. Some girls from down the hall were now crowded in the doorway, watching my tantrum. I now moved to the closet, ripping her clothing from the hangers and throwing items across the room. I tore the shirt that she’d worn on the first day we’d met… a shirt that I’d cherished so much at one point in time.

Suddenly, the girls scattered from the doorway, and I heard a male voice uttering Spanish down the hallway. Obviously, someone had gone to whatever teacher was on duty for the night and he was now headed our way.

“Go hide,” I whispered to Yumi and Carrigan, who ran towards the bathroom.

“What is going on in here!” I heard.

I didn’t answer, just stood there, fists balled up, not even realizing that tears were streaming down my face.

Emanuel appeared in the doorway, hands on his hips in anger. But when he saw me, he softened up a little, and instead of being pissed, he was more disappointed.

“Samantha? What are you doing?” he asked me.

Emanuel wasn’t just any teacher… he was my orchestra teacher and my advisor. That meant that we knew each other really well. He wasn’t just one of those teachers that you see every day in class, but they don’t know anything about you in real life… No, Emanuel knew all about me… not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He really cared about the life of a confused lesbian teenager. He wanted to help me out. The down side to that is that while my friends might have gotten away with a demerit and maybe a couple of licks with the strap, I was in for a heart to heart, a lecture, and then a good whipping. Great.

“I asked you a question,” Emanuel said, now entering the destroyed room.

“Nothing,” I answered.

He shook his head at me. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go talk in my office.”

I shivered slightly, knowing that a “talk” in his office was going to be more than just a talk. And it was already after midnight and I was drained emotionally and physically… why couldn’t we just have this “talk” another day? Or just forget about it altogether?

Instead of saying anything, I just allowed him to lead me out of the room, turning off the light and shutting the door behind us. Some of the girls were peeking out of their rooms when we emerged, hoping to see him spank me right there in the room, but they were out of luck.

“Vayanse a dormir!” he scolded them. “There’s nothing to see here unless you want to take a trip to my office, too.” All of the doors shut in unison. “Come on,” he told me.

I followed him down the hallway, then downstairs. Finally, he began digging his keys out of his pocket and I realized we were in front of his office door. He opened it, motioning for me to go inside.

“So tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, closing the door behind us, then taking a seat behind his desk.

But I didn’t sit down. I stood there, still angry with the world, trying to hold in the rage I had inside of my body.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me, waiting. I knew him well enough to know that we weren’t going anywhere until I spilled everything, and he wasn’t going to beg me to speak. I debated in my head whether or not to tell him the truth, whether or not to tell him what was really going on. Of course, I knew that if I didn’t tell him, eventually he’d figure it out anyway. Besides, he wasn’t judgmental, and it’d probably do me a little good to get out everything.

I plopped down on the chair. “Andrea’s cheating on me,” I mumbled, holding my head in my hands. “She was ashamed of me… said that her parents wouldn’t allow her to date another girl… that they’d freak out… that she had to keep me a secret. Then why the fuck is she taking her lover to visit her parents?” I banged my fist against the chair, but Emanuel said nothing, just let me continue. “Why do I even have to be at this damn school,” I began, getting angry all over again and picking up the box of tissues that sat on the table next to me. I threw the tissue box to the ground, standing up now. I don’t even know what I started bitching about next, probably Paraguayan culture and gender inequality and how it isn’t fair that homosexuals, bisexuals, transsexuals, etc are looked down upon. I practically started throwing a fit right there in his office, toppling over the chairs, throwing the magazines, and finally throwing myself onto the floor, curling up in a ball and crying.

I don’t know how long I stayed there on the floor like that, but after a few minutes I realized that I was acting like a four year old. I was just so angry… at myself, at the world, at Andrea… at everyone. But now wasn’t the time to throw shit around my teacher’s office. Now was the time to face my consequences for stealing a key, being out past curfew, and trashing someone’s room.

I pushed myself up off the floor and fixed the chairs back, wiping the tears out of my eyes. I picked up all of the magazines and the box of tissues, and put them back in their place. Then, like a big girl, I sat down in the chair and looked at Emanuel with pathetic eyes.

“Come here,” he said softly, holding his arms out and standing up.

When you don’t have your own family around, you find people to substitute for you… and I guess Emanuel was a good substitute for an older brother… I stood up and walked towards him, letting him embrace me for a minute.

“I’m sorry things aren’t going well for you, Samantha,” he told me, then sat down and pushed my hair out of my eyes. “I know you’re upset about Andrea. What can I do to help you?”

I shrugged. “Nothing I guess.”

He nodded, leaning back in his chair, thinking about something. “Monday I’m going to make a few calls for you. Asuncion is a big city, and there’s bound to be something out there.”

I wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about, so I just didn’t say anything.

He now looked back at me. “But that still doesn’t change the fact that you snuck into Andrea’s room after curfew. It’s wrong to go through someone else’s personal things, but on top of that you violated school rules.”

I hung my head, staring at the floor.

He lifted my chin with the tips of his fingers, staring me in the eyes. “Samantha, I am very disappointed that you would act so immature. You’re fifteen years old, you know better than to do what you did.”

I nodded.

“I’m going to write you up for what you did.” Noticing my sullen look, he added, “I have to, Sam. You broke three rules in one night. But I will give you a choice as to whether you’ll be punished tonight or tomorrow. I know it’s late and you’re probably ready to go to bed.”

The thought of being punished made me cringe. I bit my lower lip and squirmed a little, resisting the urge to cover my backside. “Might as well go ahead and get it over with tonight,” I choked out in a whisper.

“All right,” he said, standing up again. “You know the procedure.”

I nodded, walking to the other side of the desk and whimpering slightly as I bent over it. He grabbed the strap and came towards me.


“Samantha, why are you being punished?” he asked.

Nervously, I answered, “because I was out past curfew… and broke into someone’s room…” I lay my head down on the desk, covering my eyes as if I were at the doctor’s office and didn’t want to watch the nurse give me a shot.

I felt him lift my skirt up and braced myself for the first blow. And even though I was expecting it, it still somehow caught me by surprise.

“Oowwww!!” I shrieked, not moving from my position.

He crashed the strap down again, this time on my sit spots, and I howled in pain. After the third swat, I was bawling like a baby.

“Emanuel, I’m sorrryyyyy,” I cried, bawling my hands up in fists to keep myself from reaching back.

“I know you are,” he said, giving me another couple of blows, closer and closer to my thighs which were unprotected by my panties.

“Ayyyeeeee, Emanuel…. Pleaseee no more,” I begged, lifting my leg up in a kick.

He ignored my pleas and placed his hand on the small of my back to keep me from squirming too much. “Five more,” he said, then landed them all quickly in a row.

I remained over the desk, crying into my arms. It had been a pretty crappy night… first finding out that my girlfriend had been cheating, then getting whipped…

Emanuel let my skirt back down and lifted me up. He wiped the tears out of my eyes, looking at me. “I know it’s been a tough night for you,” he said. “But things’ll get better, Sam. We’ve come a long way in the last thirty years, and your country has, too. One day you’ll have all the rights that heterosexuals have… maybe in thirty years, girls your age will take their freedom for granted.”

I nodded. “I hope so.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

Story: The Advisor

Misc Story.  Sophie's been called into her advisor's office to discuss her grades.  Apparently she's been missing a lot of class, which she had been warned against doing.  Now he's forced to motivate her so that she'll get back on track.

The Advisor
by Breanna Carter

I nervously shuffled through the hallway in the psychology building, inching closer and closer to my advisor's office. It was shortly after midterms and I'd just gotten grades back, having the slightest notion as to why my advisor had scheduled this meeting. See, I'd fallen a little behind on my core classes, skipping every so often and neglecting to do homework or study for the tests... Of course, my advisor wouldn't have known this had he not talked to my professors. I was in his psychology class and showed up to every lecture and did completely awesome on his tests.

I tapped on the door softly, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.

"Come in," I heard the voice say and I pushed it open.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, seeing my handsome professor, Dr. Finezza. He was in his late twenties but looked to be only a couple of years older than me. Definitely the hottest prof in the school... and the reason I showed up for class everyday.

"Yes, come in, have a seat," he said, leaning back in his chair and putting the pen down on the table. I closed the door behind me and sat down across from him. "Dr. Golabsky contacted me yesterday and asked if there was any particular reason that you've had five unexcused absences in his class."

"Oh? Did he?"

"Mmmmhmmm.."

"Bummer."

"So why *have* you been missing so many classes? I spoke with your other professors as well and they all said that you had a few unexcused absences, not to mention inattentiveness in class and lack of preparation."

I shrugged.

"Come on, Sophie. You'll have to do better than that," he said, sitting up in his chair and looking me hard in the eyes. "What's the deal? What's going on?"

He said it like there was something I needed to talk to him about other than my laziness. Well, I could try my luck.. "I've just been really stressed lately," I lied.

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "What's been going on? Why didn't you talk to me about it?"

"I don't like talking about it."

"Well, now would be a good time to change what you like.."

Hmph. I pouted, trying to think of something spectacularily clever that he'd fall for. "Well, ya see, my cousin has been really sick lately... with cancer... and she's not been doing so well, and she lives about four hours away, so I go to see her a lot and it's hard to see her like that and to do homework and go to all of my classes."

"Sophie.. How long have I been you advisor?"

"Erm, two years, I'd say."

"And you've taken how many of my classes?"

"Taking my third."

"Don't you think I can tell when you're lying?"

I hung my head. "I guess so."

"So is that it? You just don't have a good reason for slacking on your school work?"

"No, sir," I admitted, twiddling my thumbs.

He sighed at me. "I am VERY disappointed in you. I honestly expected a whole lot more out of you than that. You've always done great in my classes..."

"I wanted to drop geology anyway," I said, cutting him off.

"You're not dropping geology."

I looked up at him, mouth dropped. "Why not?"

"Because you need it to graduate, if you drop it, you'll have to take it again anyway. Your grade isn't that bad anyway, and I know you don't have the money."

"But I don't want to take geology!" I whined.

"I don't care what you want to take. You *have* to take that class, so why not get it over with now? You've already bought the books, already put some small amount of time and effort into it... all you need is the motivation, and that's what I'm here for."

"So you're going to motivate me?" I asked, singing a song in my head by Good Charlotte.

"Right," he answered, standing up from behind his desk. "Come here."

I stood up and walked towards him.

"I'm going to give you a spanking, Sophie," he told me.

I blinked. "They actually do that?"

He nodded. "I've warned you about it before, haven't I?"

"I-I guess... but I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Guess you thought wrong," he said, giving a small smile. "So I'll need you to pull down your pants and bend over the desk."

"Pull down my pants?"

"Yes. Do you think you could honestly feel it if I spanked you over your pants?"

"Meh... do I really *have* to feel it, though?"

"Pants down, Sophie," he said in a warning tone.

I gulped and unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped them, letting them drop to the floor before bending over my advisor's desk. I shivered in fear.

"Now," he began, moving behind me. "I want you to know that skipping classes is unacceptable. You are going to start attending yoru classes, taking notes, doing your homework, and studying for your tests, do you understand?" he asked, tugging my panties down and sending a chill up my spine.

"Yes, sir."

I listened as he unbuckled his belt, then slid it through the loops. Still shivering, I waited anxiously for my impending spanking. He folded it over and lifted it high in the air, crashing it against my backside.

I howled in pain. "OOoooowwww!! Dr. Finezza! Please! I'm sorry!" I pleaded, lifting up and looking at him with tears in my eyes.

"Back down, Sophie," he ordered.

Reluctantly, I leaned back over the desk, holding onto the side and closing my eyes tightly.

He lifted the belt up and cracked it down again. "Oooohhhh!!!" I howled.

"Are you beginning to become motivated?" he asked, giving me another lick with the belt.

"Yessssirrrr!"

"Good, because when I talked to your professors in a couple of weeks, if I haven't heard of an improvement, I'll just have to give you more motivation, got it?" he asked, punctuating a couple of words with some more smacks.

"Yesssssirrrrr!! I gottt itt!!" I wailed, still clutching onto the desk and letting tears stream down my face.

He landed a dozen more smacks to my throbbing bottom and finally put the belt back on, then lifted my panties for me, and helped me off of the desk.

"Let's not have a repeat of this, okay, Sophie?"

"Okay," I said, sniffling. I pulled my jeans back up and stuff, then wiped the tears away.

"And I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to talk to your professors in a couple of weeks. So if your performance doesn't improve, I'll know."

"Yes, sir," I answered, still sniffling.

"You're dismissed," he said, then sat back down at his desk, finishing up the paperwork.

Story: Daycare Drama

Misc Story.  Camilla is not into this going to daycare thing.  She's definitely too old.  And she's going to make sure that everyone knows how annoyed she is.  That's okay... they know how to handle her... but not before she can create some interesting drama!

Daycare Drama
by Breanna Carter

"This is stupid," I insisted as my mom drove my younger sister and me to the stupid daycare. "I'm twelve years old! You can't make me go to daycare!"

"I can and I am, so you best get over it, young lady," she replied, not taking her eyes off the road.

I folded my arms and pouted. "I hate you," I muttered.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I told you that you'd be sorry if I caught you doing something you aren't supposed to. And what'd you do? Sneak out of the house to go see that boy... How can I trust you to stay home alone all summer?"

I growled under my breath.

It was the first week of the summer after my sixth grade year and for the next nine weeks, I would be stuck with a bunch of babies getting my every move watched by a few college kids who had nothing better to do with their summer. Believe me, I was livid. And it was all for stupid reason. My mom had left my little sister and I at home alone one night and I left my sister so I could see my boyfriend. What's the big deal? It's not like she stayed home long... But apparently I broke some sort of trust. Whatever.

We pulled into a parking space. I didn't budge, just sat in the backseat, arms folded. My little sister was happy as always, excited to play with her little baby friends, so she was the first out of the car. Then my mother, who opened the backdoor, sighing heavily.

"Camilla, I'm not going to wait all day."

I gave her a look as if saying that I wasn't moving anytime soon.

"If I have to drag you in there kicking and screaming, I will. And if I'm late for work, I will not be happy."

"So? I'm not happy either... guess we'll both have to suffer."

She stared at me for a moment, my eyes filled with rage as I gazed at her. "I'm giving you to the count of three or I'm going to drag you out."

I stayed in my seat.

"One."

No movement.

"Two."

She paused, waiting to see if I was going to get up, but I put forth no effort whatsoever. Can you blame me? I was so mad and embarrassed that she wouldn't let me stay home alone while she was at work.

"Two and a half."

"Oh my god," I shrieked, throwing my hands up in the air and rolling my eyes. "I'm not getting out, so say three already."

Right as I said that, someone came out of the door.

"Hi," he said, extending his hand to my mom. "I'm Brandon."

My mom smiled as she saw him, introducing herself as well as my younger sister, Cindi, and myself.

He greeted my sister then looked towards me, noting that my arms were folded and I was wearing an aggravated expression. "Hey, Camilla... why don't you come on in. There's some other kids your age here."

"Great for them, but I'm not coming in."

"Camilla!" my mom scolded. "Don't talk like that."

I didn't bother answering.

"Come on, Camilla," Brandon coaxed. "Let your mom go to work. You have to come in anyway, so make it easier on yourself."

"I'd rather not, but thanks."

"Why not?"

"Because if Mom's going to be hard on me, I'm going to be hard on her."

By this time, my mom was exasperated and glancing at her watch every two seconds. "Camilla! Will you get out already! I'm going to be late for work."

"I don't care."

"Okay," Brandon said, sick of being nice. "You're getting out of this car right now, either by yourself or with my help. Your choice."

I leaned back against the seat.

"Have it your way," he muttered, then reached inside the car, grabbing my waist.

"Let me GO!" I yelled, holding onto the front seat.

He was a little stronger than I, though, and within seconds, had me pried away from my car. I was throwing a fit, kicking and screaming and trying to free myself from him. He just held me close against him, trying to restrain my hands and feet. He was talking to me, too, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because I was screaming too loudly.

"She's a little upset," my mom was saying after apologizing for my behavior. "She really doesn't want to go here."

As if he didn't notice already.

"A lot of kids don't... I'm sure she'll adjust."

My mom kissed my sister on the forehead and ruffled her hair. "Bye girls... be good."

Brandon still had a good hold on me but I'd stopped fighting by this time. She went back inside the car and sped off, leaving me there to rot in this hell.

I was carried inside and planted firmly on the bench in the office. Cindi was dismissed to find her friends, but Brandon wouldn't allow me to go anywhere. He stooped down to my level, down on one knee, as if proposing.

"I want you to listen to me, Camilla," he began. I turned my head to show him that I didn't care about what he had to say. He took my chin into his hands and moved my face so I was looking at him. "Listen to me good... I know you don't want to be here, and frankly, neither do I. But we have to, so I suggest you suck it up and learn to deal with it because I'm not going to put up with this attitude that you showed your mom, understand?"

I didn't answer.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yeah, whatever."

He let go of my chin and stood up. This was the first time I took a good look at him and realized that he was kinda cute. He couldn't have been older than twenty. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, a white T-shirt and khaki shorts.

After being dismissed, I decided to roam the place. It seemed to be big enough to have it's own zipcode. There had to have been about ninety kids, aging from five to twelve. From the office, I walked into a big room with shelves along the walls that held different kids toys, and legos and stuff, and then along the other wall were computers. There was another room next to it with a tv, and then next to it was the lunch room. And of course, outside there was a big field and a playground. My mom spent good money to send me there, I can tell you that much. Kinda sucks that she spent so much money for some place that I didn't want to go.

I was doing okay for a while. I just played on the computers for about an hour, which was against the rules, but I didn't care much. Nobody said much to me about it, so I just stayed on until this little kid came up and tapped me on the shoulder.

"I'm signed up to play for right now," she said in a bratty tone.

I turned to face an eight year old with her hands on her hips, cocking this attitude. "And?"

"That means you have to get off."

I shrugged and turned back around. "Too bad, cause I'm not getting off."

"You have to," she demanded.

"Oh? Do I?"

"Yes, you do."

"What are you going to do? Taddle on me?"

Instead of taddling, though, she turned the computer screen off right in the middle of my game.

"HEY!" I shrieked, standing up and letting my chair fall over. "What'd you do that for?"

"I told you, it's my time on the computer, not yours." From there, she proceeded to shove me away and try to sit in the chair. I'd be damned if I was going to let that little kid have my spot! Using all of my twelve year old strength, I pushed her HARD, right into the table. She slid to the ground, bawling.

"What is going on!?" I heard a voice ask only to see one of the teachers storming over to us. No, it wasn't Brandon, it was one of the lady teachers (unfortuantely).

"S-she p-pushed-d meee!!" the girl wailed.

"Did you push her?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, she fell," I answered sarcastically.

"Do you need ice, honey?" the lady asked, helping the bratty little eight year old off of the floor.

The girl nodded.

"Go sit on the wall," she told me.

I folded my arms. "No."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "I said, go sit on the wall."

I just stood there, arms still folded.

"I don't have time to deal with this, Young Lady."

"Nor do I."

With that statement she grabbed me by the upper arm and attempted to haul me away from the computers to the wall. I kicked and screamed and shifted my weight towards the floor so she couldn't drag me away. "LET GO OF ME!!"

From causing such a commotion, the entire room was staring in my direction, but it didn't phase me any. I was screaming so loudly, I barely heard the teacher when she asked someone to "go get Mr. Brandon." The only way I noticed that he was there was feeling his strong hands grabbing me under my arms and lifting my kicking body up.

"CAMILLA!" he yelled, so loudly that it startled me and I became motionless. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" I spat, and began kicking again. He grabbed my ankles and restrained my legs against his body, carrying me to the office. He sat down on the bench with me on his lap telling me that he wasn't going to let go until I calmed down and talked to him rationally.

After about five minutes of sitting there, I was exhausted from the fight, and decided to go ahead and let him lecture me for hours about how what I'd done was bad.

"Are you ready to sit here and talk to me?" he asked.

"I guess," I muttered.

He sat me down on the bench next to him and looked me in the eyes. "Now tell me what a twelve year old girl like you is doing throwing a tantrum like a two year old?"

I shrugged.

"Not a good enough answer."

I turned away.

"Answer me, Camilla. What was going on in there?"

"That stupid little kid pushed me off of the computer, so I pushed her back and she cried like a little baby so she got her way."

"So why didn't you try explaining that to Miss Allison instead of acting like a two year old?"

"Because apparently you can't get anyone's attention unless you're crying. I've seen it happen all morning."

"Trust me, Cam.. you can get our attention without doing what you just did. Now, we have two options. We can either discuss this with Megan and you can apologize to Miss Allison, or I can skip that and go ahead and call your mother right now and tell her what you've been up to."

I shrugged.

He didn't give me much of a choice, though, because he practically dragged me out to where Megan, the bratty eight year old, was and had us both apologize to each other, and then shoved me towards Allison and made me apologize to her. THEN, as if that wasn't enough, he told me to sit on the wall like I'd been told to, and he'd let me know when I could get up. I didn't put up a fight this time, not because I was scared, but because I was just sick of fighting. I'd get him back soon enough. I was the most sneaky person at the daycare, and not even Brandon's looks couldn't get him out of being pranked.

*****

As the morning progressed, I didn't do much of anything. Actually, sitting on the wall wasn't so bad, because I got to watch everyone play their computer games and laugh at them when they died. I must've only been there about ten minutes, because Brandon finally let me up with a muttered promise that I would do better next time. I managed to stay out of trouble for about thirty minutes before I got bored with being a good kid and decided to stir up some drama.

"Hey AnneMarie," I said to a friend of Megan.

She looked at me, cocking this little attitude that kinda pissed me off.

"Megan called you fat."

She dropped her mouth as if she were the thinnest person on eart. "I don't believe you!" she whined.

I shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I know if someone called me fat, I sure as hell wouldn't be hanging around them."

She shivered a little hearing me say a "bad word."

"Well, she's just stupid!" AnneMarie said, like that was a bad insult.

I pretended to be engrossed in the house I was building with my Legos so she'd leave me alone. Finally, after about ten minutes of pestering me, she disappeared and I approached Megan. Actually, I sat close to a girl next to Megan that I was sort of friends with and said, "Man, you wouldn't believe what these girls are saying about each other."

"Who?"

"AnneMarie... she said..." I glanced at Megan and then whispered to my friend, "that Megan kissed another girl!"

The girl gasped, then looked at Megan, wide-eyed, then back at me. "Did she really?!?"

I shrugged.

"Did I what?" Megan butted in, that same bitchy attitude.

"Who said we were talking about you?"

Megan rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid."

"Not according to your so-called friend," I replied.

"Whatever."

"Okay, but if someone told me that they'd heard from my best friend that I liked kissing girls, I'd approach them about it.." then I covered my mouth as if I didn't mean to say that.

"She said WHAT?!?" Megan shouted, standing up and banging her fist against the table. "Oooh! I'll show her!"

Yay! Drama!

Megan went up to AnneMarie and started yelling, snapping her fingers in different directions. She was talking so fast I couldn't understand what she was saying. AnneMarie just shot right back at her, yelling other things. It sort of reminded me of a time I was watching Fairly Oddparents where the girls were talking to each other saying "blah blah blah... blah... blah blah!" and it was supposed to be a language or something. This is what it seemed like to me.

In fact, they were so engrossed in fighting with each other, neither of them even thought to bring me into the picture! That is, until the stupid teacher broke up their argument and demanded an explanation. That was when I decided it was time to go watch tv and slipped out unnoticed.

Brandon just happened to be in the tv room when I got in there.

"Great," I muttered to myself, sitting down to watch the Spongebob movie as if I hadn't seen it 5000 times already.

I hadn't been in there five minutes before AnneMarie busted in bawling her eyes out. Then Megan came in and the argument arose before my very eyes... in the room that was supposed to be quiet. Oh, such amusement.

"Girls... carry the argument outside," Brandon ordered.

"She called me fat!"

"She called me a girl-kisser!"

"No I did not!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you DID! Camilla told me! She heard you!"

Brandon looked at me and my smirk faded. "GIRLS!" he shouted, causing everyone in the room to jump. "Enough. Camilla, come here. I better have a good explaination for this."

"I'm not in this."

"Your name was brought up, so you're in it. Over here." When I didn't move, he added, "NOW!"

I crawled over to where he was. "Now, what did you tell these girls?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh! You told me that Megan called me fat!"

"Nu huh! She told ME that you called me stupid and a girl-kisser!"

"I did not! I only said you were stupid because you called me fat!"

"I didn't call you fat!"

All three pairs of eyes were adverted towards me. "Erm... I just remembered that I forgot something in the lost in found!" I shrieked and attempted to leave.

Brandon caught me by the arm. "Sort this out, Young Lady."

"Why?"

He glared at me. "Okay, fine, have it your way. Girls, it's obvious that someone was just trying to get you girls to fight. Megan, she didn't call you stupid, and AnneMarie, she didn't call you fat. Now, if you two can't get along, then separate. Otherwise, I don't want to hear anymore fights, do you understand?"

"Yes," the both answered politely and dismissed themselves from the room.

By this time everyone was watching me instead of Spongebob.

"You are coming with me."

I kept my fingers crossed that he'd call my mom and have me kicked out of the daycare. Pleaseee let me be kicked out! I begged.

After finding someone to watch over the room, he took me to the office. "Why do you take it upon yourself to get into other people's business?" he asked when we arrived.

"The same reason you're taking it upon yourself to get into my business."

"I wouldn't call this 'getting into your business.' I'd call this trying to keep two friends from fighting with each other over something as trivial as you spreading rumors about them. But, I know a quick remedy to spreading rumors," he said, grabbing three sheets of paper and stapling them together. I watched as he wrote my name at the top and then the sentence "I will not spread rumors about anyone at anytime while I'm at daycare."

"I expect three pages full of lines... front and back. You can sit right there at that desk and do them."

I scowled and plopped down, snatching the papers from him. "This is stupid," I muttered to myself.

"Yeah, well, it's stupid that you'd cause such a scene, too."

"Two stupids don't make a smart," I popped off, almost causing myself to laugh.

He shook his head and sat behind the teachers desk, clicking away on the computer. I just sat there.

"The longer you take, the more sheets of paper I'm going to add."

"I don't care. It's not like I want to be at this damn daycare anyway."

He peered over the top of the computer. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You know, Camilla, you're really pushing my buttons."

"And I'll keep doing it."

"Oh, keep on and you'll regret it."

I raised my eyebrows as if taking him up on this challenge.

I must have sat there staring at the floor for about ten minutes before I got so bored I could hardly stand it. I mean, I'd thought it was boring watching Spongebob... but man! This was terrible.

"Ugh, spare me," I said.

He just handed me another sheet of paper and stapled it. "You now have four sheets. I suggest you begin writing."

I racked my mind for what would piss him off the most... enough for him to call my mom. "If I were dying of thirst and the only way to get water would be to write these stupid lines, I'd just die," I said, and not sure if that'd be enough, I shoved the paper and pencil off the desk and folded my arms.

"Fine, suit yourself," he said, grabbing my upper arm and hauling me out of the office, through the room with the computers, and back to the kitchen/office area that I hadn't even known existed. Wow! What kind of stuff I could have done if only I'd known!

He closed the door and locked it, taking me to the office room thingy. There was a desk against the wall, an armless chair behind it.

"Usually, I warn the kids by showing them this before I use it," he said, opening the desk drawer. "But since you seem to be a know-it-all..." he said, then broke off, revealing a paddle.

WHOA!! I hadn't been expecting that!

"Wait... isn't this illegal?"

"Nope... your mom knows that we use paddles here, and she even signed a form agreeing that I could use it on you."

"Well, I say no."

"Too bad," he answered, taking the paddle out and holding it in his right hand, tapping his left with it.

I winced and jumped each time it made a noise.

"Yeah, I think this should do the job."

I shook my head.

"Oh? Not so big and bad now, are we?"

I didn't reply.

"Okay, Camilla... bend over the desk."

I gulped, not moving an inch.

"Okay then... I'm going to give you ten swats as of right now... if I have to count to three, I will add ten more... and I will keep adding ten more until you get over the desk. If I get up to fifty, I'm going to put you over the desk myself and give you another dose after lunch."

I shivered and decided to do as told. Shaking, I walked towards the desk, heart pounding wildly. "Please don't do this," I whispered, deciding my only way out of this was to plea.

"I've given you plenty of chances, Camilla. You've left me with no choice. Bend over, please."

Reluctantly, I placed my palms on the desk, then plopped my head down on it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, I tried to reassure myself. It was worthless, though. I'd checked him out enough to know that he had muscles. I mean, come on, any guy who could carry around a kicking, screaming, twelve year old HAD to have muscles.

He didn't give me much of a warning or anything, just swung as hard as he could (or at least that's what it felt like!). I yelped to no end and began crying instantly.

"Ahhh, I've found the punishment that'll break you," he said, swinging again and landing with a loud SWAT!!! on my burning backside.

"Oooowwwwww.... I'mmm sorrry!!"

"Of course you are," he replied delivering another stinging smack to my poor backside. "And you'll be even more sorry when I'm finished, right?" he asked, not intending for me to answer as he twacked my bottom again.

By this time, my pride was lost and I was bawling like a baby, pleading to no end but for some reason keeping my palms flat on the desk for fear of more swats. This hurt soooo badly! Nothing like I'd imagined... nothing like I'd wanted! The only reason I'd caused all that drama was so I wouldn't be bored and maybe I'd get kicked out of daycare... but seemed like Brandon was determined to teach me a lesson instead.

He gave me a few more swats, then landed the last one harder than the rest put together and there I was... a broken, sobbing mass. The tears were falling so quickly that I was afraid I'd make a puddle on the desk. I don't think I've ever cried so much. My bottom was throbbing like crazy. I couldn't even move.

He let me stay like that for a few minutes before finally picking me up and giving me a hug. "I don't like having to do this, Camilla, but believe me, I won't hesitate to do it again, do you understand?"

"Yes," I blubbered through muffled sobs.

"Good." He put the paddle back in the desk and helped me back through the computer room where everyone stared at me bawling like a baby, then brought me to the other office. "Now, pick up that pencil and paper and begin writing lines. I don't think your poor bottom would like two trips to the office in one day."

I sniffled and picked the paper up off the floor, along with the pencil, rubbing my backside in the process. I winced as I sat down, then began writing, stopping every so often to sniffle. By the time I finished with the first page, I was already plotting a prank to pull against Brandon...

Story: Christina's Bad Day

Misc Story.  Christina finally pushes her teacher over the edge and she's sent to the principal's office to endure the spanking machine.  And of course, a spanking at school means a spanking at home.

Christina's Bad Day
by Breanna Carter

Mrs. Matthews hauled me down the hallway, half dragging me as I kicked and screamed obscenities at her. I couldn’t help it... what was she thinking, sending me to the office. After all, she should know who my daddy is and he wouldn’t appreciate the way she was dragging me.

“Let me go, you...” I shouted, adding a few choice words that most twelve year old girls like me didn’t even dare think of.

“That is enough, Christina!” she replied, finally arriving to the office. “Mr. Evans, would you please take this girl in hand? She has been disrupting my class all morning and shoved another student then threw a fit and I cannot deal with it.”

I glared at her and folded my arms in a pout.

The principal looked at me. “Why, Miss Christina... what is going on?” he asked.

The teacher finally let go of me and I rubbed my arm where she’d been holding.

When I didn’t answer, the principal decided to break the silence. “I think we’d better take her down the hall.”

I had no clue what he was talking about but Mrs. Matthews nodded. “I agree. And a phone call home, no doubt. I don’t want her back in my classroom today.”

I groaned. “Shut up,” I muttered.

Mr. Evans gave me a disapproving look. “Very well then. Come with me, Miss Christina,” he said then grabbed my upper arm, in the EXACT same spot that the stupid teacher had, then dragged me to the hallway. We walked in the opposite direction of where my classroom was.

“Where are we going?” I demanded to know.

“We’re taking a trip to the elementary school to teach you a lesson.”

That’s when I realized what he was talking about and I stopped walking. “What? Wait! You can’t do that!” I yelped. “My daddy won’t let you!”

“I am not going to argue with you, Young Lady. You’ve been causing disturbances since the beginning of school and it’s time this nonsense stops. From now on, everytime you disrupt the class, we’ll be taking this trip.”

“But you can’t!”

“I have permission from your father, dear. Now come on,” he ordered, then kept dragging me.

“Let me GO!”

He didn’t say anything. I kept struggling, wanting to do anything but take this trip, but he was too strong and had a firm grip on me and before I knew it, we were standing in the hallway of the elementary school which was connected to our own school by a tiny hallway. He led me to a small room where I saw a line of three boys standing, tears streaming down their faces. I gulped.

“Mr. Hollaway,” my principal said, then shook the hand of another man who was standing next to a door.

“Ah, hello, Mr. Evans,” the man replied, smiling slightly. “How are you this afternoon? Some trouble your way, I see?”

Mr. Evans nodded. “Yes, sir. This young lady has been disrupting the class for quite some time. I think it’s about time she learns a lesson. I think this one’ll have to be bare to teach her.”

I wished they’d stop talking about me like I wasn’t there.

“Oh? You want me to send her in then? Not just scare her, huh. I’ve got a few boys here that are going in. Seems as if there was a fight at recess today.”

I gulped again, seeing one of the boys begin to cry harder.

Mr. Hollaway looked at me. “What’s your name?”

“Christina,” I murmured.

“Well, Christina. Do you know what happens in this room?”

I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip.

“And what is that?”

I shrugged.

“I’ll take care of her,” Mr. Hollaway assured Mr. Evans, then sent him on his way. “Well, then, if you don’t know what happens in here, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

“N-no.. it’s okay,” I said, but he was already hauling up one of the boys.

“Okay, Jonathan... clearly, you started the fight, so you’re first. Come on.”

I studied the young man. He couldn’t have been older than eight or nine years old, was wearing blue jeans with grass stains on the knees, and a T-shirt. He had brown hair that was ruffled a bit and big brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy. I felt sorry for him. I assumed that he was tough as nails when on the playground, and he was thankful that everyone in the room was as scared as he, because he didn’t want to ruin his reputation.

Mr. Hollaway hauled the kid up and opened the large door, revealing what I had been scared to see: a huge machine with some restraints and a large wooden paddle. My heart literally stopped.

“Okay boys, and Christina, come in here with me.” It felt weird being the oldest one in the room, and the only girl. I guess the boys were probably shy about me being in there, too. I just hoped that they wouldn’t get to witness my spanking, even if they were younger than me. I wondered in the back of my mind if any of them had ever been sent to the office to be spanked before. I hadn’t, and had never intended to, seeing as my father was a rockstar and wouldn’t allow of it if he knew what they were doing.

Mr. Hollaway pointed to a large bench and we all sat except for Jonathan. The door slammed shut and he led Jonathan to the machine, having him leaning over a bench with his hands restrained and then restraining his feet. My leg thumped with anticipation, because I’d never witnessed a spanking before, and nervousness, because I knew that I would have my turn.

With Jonathan in place, Mr. Hollaway moved towards the bench where we sat.

“Please, Mr. Hollaway,” Jonathan begged. “Pleaseee.” Tears streamed down his face.

“I’m sorry, Jonathan. Think about this next time you decide to fight at school.” I looked up at Mr. Hollaway who was now pushing buttons. “Ten whacks, Jonathan,” he said, then pressed one last button. I averted my attention back to the small boy who was crying as he leaned over the bench. Then I saw the paddle lift high in the air and then it crashed down on the poor boy’s rear end, causing a loud cry to erupt from his mouth. Without giving him time to regain himself, the paddle lifted again and crashed down, and then again and again, until the ten smacks were finished and he was bawling like a small child.

I gulped.

Mr. Hollaway moved towards him and let him out of the restraints. “You may go back to class, Jonathan, but I don’t want to hear of anymore fighting.”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered and scampered off.

The other two boys were spanked at the same time. They also got ten smacks, and by the end of the smacks, sobs filled the room. I was more nervous by this time.

He dismissed the other boys then looked at me. “My, my, Miss Christina,” he said. “Causing trouble in class, once again. Mr. Evans has called your father to come pick you up, but first you’re going to get spanked.”

I gasped. “No!” I squealed. “Y-you can’t... do that to me!” I guess it still hadn’t clicked that the reason I was in there was to actually be spanked. I’d heard the conversations, even, and still didn’t realize it!

He didn’t answer, just lifted me up from the bench and dragged me to the restraints. I put up a fight, kicking and screaming, but it didn’t phase him a bit. He just hooked me in and there I was, lying over a cold, hard bench with my legs firm on the floor and hands unable to move.

“Bare bottom, Miss Christina,” he said. “Fifteen whacks.”

“FIFTEEN!” I yelped.

I heard him pushing the buttons and that’s when I began pleading.

“Pleaseeeee, Mr. Hollaway! Don’t spank me!! I’ve never been spanked before!”

“Well, it’s about time someone starts,” he answered, and then I felt my skirt being lifted.

“Noooooooo.” I struggled like never before, but it was no use, the restraints were too tight. The machine then tugged my panties down to the floor. All the while, I’m crying like a two year old, screaming and pitching a fit. “You can’t do this! I’ll tell my Daddy! He’ll sue you!” It was no use, though... the machine was emotionless and couldn’t hear my cries. It could only do its job.

The next thing I knew, my backside was being whacked with this huge paddle and I was crying out even more, but didn’t have much time because it came down again and again. “Stoppppppp owwwwww!” I shouted, kicking and crying. But I knew I still had seven more... I’d been keeping count. But when I only had five more left, I lost count because it hurt so much and I could only feel my bottom throbbing and I wished desperately that the last five would hurry up and be over. It wasn’t finished soon enough. The machine finally pulled my panties back up and replaced my skirt.

Mr. Hollaway came and unhooked the restraints, but I couldn’t do anything except lie limply over the bench. He lifted me up, I still sobbing hysterically, and led me to the office where I saw my daddy sitting outside.

“Daddy!! Daddy!! You won’t believe what they did to me!” I cried, tackling him in a hug.

He hugged me back, slightly, then pulled away. “I believe what they did to you, but I don’t believe what you did to them,” he answered, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Daddy! It isn’t fair!”

“We’re going to have a long talk when we get home, Young Lady,” he said.

I didn’t like the way this was going. “But...”

“No buts, Christina Michelle. We will talk when we get home.”

I pouted, folding my arms and poking my lower lip out. I watched my daddy as he shook hands with the principal and apologized, then he pushed me out of the office to his car.

“It’s not easy, Christina, being a single parent,” he told me when both of us were securily fastened inside the car. “I love you, baby, but you have to stop causing trouble at school. Today I finally woke up and realized what’s been happening, and I don’t like it one bit.”

“But... they hit me!”

“You’re old enough to know better than to do what you did in class today, and it’s time I start taking some action.”

Uh oh... I really didn’t like the way this was headed.

“From now on, anytime you get in trouble at school, they won’t use that machine,” he said. My eyes lit up... hope! “Instead, they’re going to call me, and I’m going to come up to the school and spank you myself, understood?”

My mouth dropped. “But... you’ve never spanked me before! You can’t start now!”

“I’d better start now or you’re going to get into tons of trouble as you get older.”

“But Daddy!” I whined.

“I’ve made up my mind, Christina.”

I pouted again.

“And when we get home, you’re getting another spanking.”

“ANOTHER one! Why?!”

“Because you deserve it,” he answered and we spoke no more the entire ride home.

We pulled up to the driveway and I stalked inside the house, still pouting. I couldn’t believe that the stupid mean principal had actually talked him into spanking me himself!

Daddy shut the door behind us and grabbed my wrist, leading me upstairs to my bedroom. “Okay, Christina... here it goes. From now on, your punishments will be spankings... on the bare bottom of course. Understood?”

“But Daddy..” I began.

“Understood?” he asked again, this time in a firmer tone.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good. Anytime you have babysitters and you act up, they also have permission to spank you, understood?”

My mouth dropped again but he gave me that look, so I said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He then sat down on my bed and pulled me over his lap. “If you don’t straighten up, Christina, you’re going to be taking this trip over my knee more often than you’d like, so I suggest you behave...” I felt my skirt being lifted up and I realized how much more I preferred being spanked by a real person as opposed to a machine. I then felt his fingers slide my panties down to my knees, then he rested his warm hand on my bottom. “I love you, Christina... I don’t want to see you in trouble.”

“I know, Daddy,” I answered, sniffling because I was about to start crying again.

He lifted his hand and smacked my rear, not nearly as hard as that damn paddle, but none the less, it stung. He lifted it again and swatted again, this time a little harder, and kept swatting until he was spanking at what I felt was full force. Before too long, I was kicking and squalling and begging with him.

“I’m sorrrrrryyyy, Dadddyyy!” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeee, no more!! I’llll be gooood!”

“I’m sorry, too, Honey,” he answered, but kept smacking. He then landed four solid smacks to each sit spot and let me up.

Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled like crazy.

“It’s all over now, Baby,” he said, scooping me into his arms and holding me for a little while.

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry for getting in trouble,” I said.

He rubbed my back softly. “I know, Baby. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

I nodded with my head buried into his chest and let him hold me there until I fell asleep. It had been an exhausting day... not to mention very weird... but the weirdest part was that some part inside of me actually liked this.

Story: New Roommate

Part of the Oak Grove Academy mini series.  Stephanie and her new roomie don't get along too well, and she lets her anger get out of control.  That's okay, Trey knows how to handle it.

New Roommate
by Breanna Carter

My 8th grade year, Oak Grove turned into a private school designed for the arts and music, and of course, academics. The middle school and high school converged and the school moved out into the “boonies” (as we called it). A lot of the staff was dropped and only a few of the better teachers stayed, and most of the students left. Of course, Jade, Abby, and I stayed. We were in it for the music. We actually were quite excited about going to school, for once. It’d be like a big sleep over, except we couldn’t all share a room. But we’d at least be next door to one another. And the best part, the three of us all had a scholarship for the school, since we excelled so much in music.

The first day of school came along and everything was a mess. Students were lined up at the office with their parents enrolling or getting their transcripts to transfer to another school. The three of us, though, just got our schedules and found our first classes.

It was a hectic day of school. A lot of my friends had left, and I had a shiny new handbook that I had to read from cover to cover by the next morning. And of course, this “new” school that had been formed would be a top private school in the state, and also known as a boarding school. Which meant they would be strict. I didn’t like the sound of that.

After hanging out with my friends at dinner, I decided to call it a night. I went to my dorm and laid lazily on my bed, getting the handbook and flipping to the front page. I hadn’t met my roommate yet, but her name was Britney and like me, she was an eigth grader. In fact, the hallway that I was on was just for middle schoolers. Our school seemed highly separated from the high school kids, although it was all one. Their dorms were way on the other side of the campus, far away from ours.

I finally yawned and turned to page 3 of the student handbook, then glanced at the clock to see that it was 8:30. I should probably go take a shower...

“HEY!” a girl said as she barged into my room, throwing her stuff ontop of my desk and slamming the door shut. “I’m Britney!” she said, her voice high pitched and squeaky. She flipped her hair then grabbed some clothes and got into the bathroom before I got a chance to say a work, then I heard the water flip on. I sighed, it’d be okay, I had some patience.

I looked back down at the handbook only to be interrupted by music, loud music. Loud music that I didn’t like... N Sync, gross. I sighed, letting my patience control my anger. I began reading again, trying my best to ignore that annoying guy’s voice. That is, until she started singing along. I was too lazy to get up though.

I finally finished reading page 3 and I got up. “Hey, Britney?” I said, giving a slight knock on the door. “Can you keep it down in there? I’m trying to finish my homework..”

“Every little thing I dooooo, Never seems enough for youuuuuu...”

“Britney...?”

“You don’t wanna lose it againnnnn I’m not like themmmmmm.”

“Britney!”

“Baby when you finally, get to love some-bodyyyy guess what...”

“BRITNEY!!!!!!”

“WHAT?!?!?!”

“CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!”

I heard a loud sigh and she turned the music down a notch, not enough to actually make any difference. I sighed back and totted back to my boring handbook. After I read page 6, I glanced back at the clock again. 9:30.

tap, tap.

Someone was knocking on the door. I got up and opened it. “Hi!” the voice said. “I’m Kimberly, a prefect for the high school. I wanted to let you girls know that it’s lights out!” Too many happy people, I thought to myself. “Is there somebody in the shower?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell her,” I said, wanting to slam the door in her face.

“I have to make sure you guys are in bed before I leave.”

I sighed. “Maybe you should try getting her out of there, she’s been in for an hour..”

The music was slammed off and I turned around to see Britney, dripping wet behind me. “Hey Kim!!!!” she said with enthusiam.

“Hey, Britney. It’s lights out. You guys have to go to bed, okay?”

“Aww, but Kimmy, I haven’t dried my hair yet!”

Argg, I couldn’t take this. I just turned around and threw the handbook back on my desk after throwing annoying girl’s backpack onto the floor.

“Hey! Don’t throw that!”

“It was on my stuff. You have your own desk!”

“Girls, girls. Come on, lights out. Now!”

Britney pouted and I went into my bed, rolling over to face the wall.

“Okay,” Britney said. “Goodnight, Kimmy!” She finished drying her hair with a towel and then jumped into her own bed. I heard the door shut and I finally drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next morning I awoke to VERY loud music. I pulled the pillow over my head to block out the poor guy’s broken heart, but it wouldn’t go away. “GODDAMMIT!” I screamed. “DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KEEP THAT SHIT DOWN!” I growled and rolled over. I had another hour to get ready for school. Maybe annoying girl would be out of the shower soon.

I lay in bed, waiting for her to get out. The water shut off, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Perhaps I would get to take a shower afterall. I waited, waited, and waited.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “Britney! What the hell are you doing in there??”

The only reply was the loud music that would forever be embedded in my ears. I went back to my bed and finished reading the stupid handbook, for lack of better things to do.

At 7:20, 10 minutes before class to begin, annoying girl came out of the bathroom. I had already missed breakfast, which began around 6:45 for anyone who wanted any, and ended at 7:15. I ran to the bathroom, stripping my clothing then sighing whenever my body was showered with warm water, for about 2 seconds!!! “That bitch used all the hot water!” I nearly shrieked. I had to bathe though, I felt very very grimy, especially since she didn’t let me take a shower the night before. I skipped drying my hair, it was 7:30. I dressed in my uniform, grabbed my backpack, then ran to homeroom for attendence and such. The clock in the front of the classroom read 7:37, although I could tell by the stares at me that I was indeed late.

I muttered my apologies and then took a seat in the back next to Jade and Abby.

“Are you okay?” Abby asked.

“I didn’t get a shower last night, I had to listen to shitty music blaring in my ears, I missed breakfast, I took a cold shower, and I was late to class. NO! I’m not okay!”

“Ahem, Miss Carter,” the teacher said.

I looked up.

“I think a trip to the headmaster’s office is in order for you. Showing up late to class and showing disrespect by talking instead of listening.”

“But Mr. Joshua..” I said.

“This instant, young lady.”

I growled again and stood up in a pouting manner, shoving my desk in the process and stormed out of the room.

Our headmaster was a young guy, probably about 26 years old, tall and thin, semi long hair, and glasses. He was definitely something to look at, but stern as hell. I had never personally met him before, but I had seen him, and I knew he wouldn’t take any crap.

I knocked on his office door and waited nervously. I stood there, reading the sign over and over again:

Mr. Jonathan Ross
Headmaster

I cringed, hoping that maybe it would be a week of detention or something, maybe lunchroom duty..

“Hello,” he said, voice friendly. I finally noticed that he had opened the door. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, uh, Mr. Joshua sent me here..” I muttered.

“Ah yes, Miss Stephanie Carter is it?” I nodded. “Come in and have a seat.”

I did as I was told, hopeful that I could get off with an easier punishment.

He shut the door behind us and took a seat behind the desk. “Late for class, eh?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Care to explain?”

“Well, uh... my roommate was in the shower, and I had to take one, and I didn’t know she was going to stay in there til 7:20. And she used all the hot water, to make matters worse..”

“And why didn’t you take one last night?”

“Because she was in there for an hour last night too!” I said in a whiney voice.

He nodded and I sat back in my chair, fighting back tears. This stupid new girl was going to get me in trouble!

“And as for this disrespect towards Mr. Joshua?”

“I’m having a bad morning, Mr. Ross. Please give me another chance.”

He thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll let it slide this time, but for that tardy, you’ll have to go to detention this afternoon.” He wrote me a pass and handed me a detention slip. “Go back to class, and stay out of trouble, okay?” he said smiling.

I grinned. “Thanks.” I stood up and walked out of the room, then made it back to class.

*****

On my way to detention I stood and talked with Jade and Abby.

“I can’t stand this girl,” I said. “All I hear is stupid boybands, she uses all of the hot water, stays in the bathroom for an hour... I can’t deal with this, guys..”

“It’ll be okay,” Jade said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“It isn’t fair... I had to miss breakfast and I got tardy just for this girl.”

“Aww, come on, Steph, it won’t be so bad. You’ll get used to her,” Abby said.

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Ross if you can change rooms? I’ll be willing to share a room with her and you can be with Abby. He seems like a nice enough guy..”

I took this into consideration. “Maybe.” I glanced at my watch. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you guys later.”

“Later!” they said in unison and walked off themselves.

I dug in my backpack and took the detention slip out of my backpack. Great, Trey was doing detention... Could this day get any worse?

I walked into his classroom, he taught English as well as orchestra. “Hey,” I muttered and handed him the slip.

“Well, hello, Stephanie. Have a seat, begin your homework. No talking.”

I nodded and sat at a desk in the middle of the classroom. I was okay, digging through my backpack for my stuff..

“Hey!” I heard the familiar cheery voice say.

Okay, the day could get worse.

Britney plopped down right next to me. “Awww, poor baby, got a detention!”

“Yeah, and it’s all your goddamn fault,” I muttered.

“What? Mad at me? I can’t help it if I have good personal hygeine and you don’t.”

“Taking a shower every fucking ten minutes isn’t good hygeine! It’s stupid!” I shouted.

“Hey!” I heard Trey say in the distance, but I ignored him, my anger was rising inside of me and I now stood up.

“Wake me up at 6:30 in the fucking morning, blaring that shitty music of yours, stay in the bathroom for a fucking hour, use all of the hot water, make ME skip breakfast, make ME late for class.. NO I’m not mad at you, I’m pissed off!”

“Stephanie!” Trey yelled, now getting out of his own seat.

“Geeze, calm down.. it isn’t that big..” I wouldn’t let her finish her sentence, instead I decked her in the jaw, causing her to lose balance and fly right into the desk.

I was breathing heavily and as she tried to get up I knew she was nearly as mad as I was. I shoved her back down and started hitting, punching, biting and clawing. The class began stirring, I could hear talk all around me. Before we barely even got started, Trey was already there, breaking us up. “GET OFF!” he yelled at me, pulling me away, as I wouldn’t stop hitting her. “STEPHANIE CARTER! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!” he bellowed. I think that’s whenever I finally realized what was happening. I let go, and went back to where Trey was dragging me to, letting Britney regain herself as some students helped her up.

I ended up out in the hallway. Trey gave me a very pissed off look. “Stay out here,” he instructed and I stood against the lockers as he went back inside and settled the class down.

I was nervous as hell standing out there, waiting for Trey to “talk” to me. After a good 20 minutes of waiting, it was over. The bell rang and the students filed out of the classroom, the last person being Trey. “Come inside,” he said. I met Britney, who was sitting in a desk on the front row, pouting. “Sit.” He paused as I did so. “Now, explain to me what happened, one at a time.” He looked at me.

“She took a shower last night, about the time I was going to. I let it slide, figuring whenever you have roommates you have to share the shower. She blared stupid music, and by the time she got out, it was lights out. This morning she woke me up blaring the same crappy music, taking yet ANOTHER shower, and whenever she got out, I hopped in, I had a quick 2 minute cold water shower, I missed breakfast AND I was late for class. And then she’s going to have the nerve to sneer at me!”

She didn’t interrupt me. “You should have gotten up earlier,” she said.

“You shouldn’t take two hours!” I shouted back.

“Stephanie..” Trey said in a warning voice.

“It isn’t fair! She takes two hours in the shower and I get in trouble!”

“Because you fight her!” he yelled back. “Now, stop yelling! I asked for a simple explaination, young lady, not another argument. Did you ever think of resolving this roommate problem by talking to her, or talking to Mr. Ross? We can get you two different roommates. Okay, Stephanie? Fighting is definitely not the way to handle this.” He turned to Britney. “Do you have anything to say?”

“I... I was just hitting back out of self defense!”

“I know, Britney. I will talk to Mr. Ross about arranging different roommates, okay? You are free to go, Britney.”

Britney nodded and scampered out of the room, leaving me to deal with him. I sighed and looked at Trey. “Look, I’m sorry..” I began.

“I don’t want to hear it, Stephanie,” he murmured.

“But I really am... she just made me so mad...”

“That’s not a good excuse..”

“I’m having a horrible day... how would you like to be waken up to N sync or Britney Spears or any of that junk.. And I missed breakfast!”

“You picked a fight on her.”

“She was mocking me!” I said defensively.

“She might have been mocking you, you might have been having a horrible day, that doesn’t change the fact that you jumped on her. AND I had to drag you off.”

“I was just upset,” I finally concluded, my voice now calm.

“I understand that you were. Next time talk to her about it, or talk to Mr. Ross, or even me. Don’t go punching her lights out, okay?”

I nodded.

Trey walked over to the door and shut it. “Fighting is unacceptable, Stephanie,” he said. “You will appear in detention again tomorrow afternoon, since you didn’t have a detention today.” I was going to protest, but decided against it. He sat down in his chair. “Come over my lap now,” he said. “You know fighting is against the rules, and you know what happens whenever you do it.”

His eyes stared into mine, which were by this time tearing up. “Please, Trey... just detention... just detention pleaseeee...”

“No,” he said flatly. “You will be spanked. You’re going to have to learn that there are consequences for your actions. Now, over my lap, Stephanie.”

I hesitated but the look he gave me forced my jelly-like legs to walk towards him. My stomach tied into knots. “I- I’m sorry..” I muttered, and he pulled me across his lap, then proceeded to lift my skirt up and pull my panties down to my knees. I squirmed a bit from feeling the draft of cool air on my now naked bottom. The last time I had gotten spanked was the time that he caught me with cigarettes... and I definitely wasn’t looking forward to this happening again.

“You know that fighting is against the rules, and you did it anyway. I have no other decision but to do this,” he said.

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

I squirmed a bit over his lap, kicking a little bit.

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

“Owwwww,” I said, feeling the sting more and more as his smacks got harder and harder.

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

“I’m sorrrrryyyyyyyy,” I whined, kicking harder and harder.

“I know you are, Steph, but I have to do this. You will never fight again.”

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

“Owwwwwwwww,” I groaned, by this time tears were streaming down my face.

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

I could do nothing but cry at this time. It hurt so badly and I was embarassed and ashamed that I had done something so stupid. And Trey was so disappointed in me. I felt so horrible.

“Are you SMACK! ever going to SMACK! fight SMACK! again, Stephanie SMACK SMACK!”

“Nooooo,” I whined.

He laid his hand down on my back. I just lay there, weakly crying, muttering apologies. “It’s okay, Steph. I’m all finished. It’s over,” he said, picking me up from my position and hugging me. “I don’t want you to do this ever again, okay?” I nodded. “Now, let’s go talk to Mr. Ross about changing roommates, okay?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed.

Story: Orchestra Trip #2

Part of the Oak Grove Academy mini series.  Stephanie gets caught with cigarettes on the orchestra trip.

Orchestra Trip #2
by Breanna Carter

“Okay,” I said, quietly, as the advanced high school played on stage in front of us. I knew to talk softly, because Trey could pick up any sound from his spot on stage, and if he heard me talking, I knew I’d be in for it. “I got some cigarettes from one of my brother’s friends. He kinda left em sitting out, so I grabbed them and brought them down here with me. So I figure, we can go into the bathroom after this performance while they’re doing their sightreading stuff and we can smoke. How does that sound?”

“Uhmm,” Jade said, nervously. “That’s not a good idea, Steph. I think I’ll sit out on this one. My parents smoke and I don’t really like it too much.” It was state festival my seventh grade year, and since we were performing so late and it was so far away from where we lived, we were able to stay the night after our competition. The only problem was, the highschoolers were staying, too, and Trey definitely wouldn’t let us stay on the floor with them after what happened last time. We were sure they were going to have a huge party, and one of the guys had already invited us to come... but for fear of what would happen, we declined politely.

“Fine with me,” I said, then turned towards Abby. “How about you?”

She shrugged. “Fine with me. You don’t think we’ll get caught, do you?”

“Nahhh... Trey can’t walk into the girls bathroom, and we’ll just threaten anyone who happens to walk in. I don’t know with what... but besides, we have the biggest influence in the orchestra.. nobody will want to tell on us.”

She shrugged again. “I’m in for it. You don’t mind, do you Jade?”

“As long as you don’t do it in the room tonight.”

“Works for me,” I said. We sat listening to their piece, then watched as everyone on the stage grinned whenever they finished, sure that they had made superior. Trey turned towards the audience who now clapped gleefully, and bowed, then got the orchestra to rise and bow aswell. We just grinned as they walked off stage, and when we were sure that they were gone I said loudly, so people around could hear, “we’re going to the bathroom, be back in a minute.” I checked my backpocket behind my wallet to make sure the small package of cigs were still there and nodded to Abby who followed me to the bathroom.

I shook with anticipation and Abby stood impatiently. “Will you hurry up and get those things out ofyour pocket? If we’re too long they’ll be suspicious!”

“We’ll just say we had to take a shit,” I said, grinning and finally finding the two cigarettes. I handed her one, and put one in my own mouth and lit it with the lighter that I used to light my candles. I sucked in and inhaled a whole shitload of smoke then coughed. “Jesus Christ,” I said, still coughing.

Abby shrugged again and lit her own, doing it coolly as if she were a highschooler herself, puffing on it. “Not too bad,” she said.

“You’ve never done this before?” I said, almost turning green, but still inhaling the smoke.

She shook her head. “Nope, but I like it. How about you?” she asked, avoiding the fact that I was coughing like crazy.

“It’s okay,” I said. I finally stopped coughing and inhaled more, getting the hang of it. We then heard a noise at the door and ran into the stalls, ending up in the same one. She took a last puff, but I said screw that and threw it in the toilet, then she did the same and we flushed it, the girls already inside.

“God, it smells like smoke in here,” one said.

The other sniffed. “Yeah it does...” There was silence for a moment as I stood on the toilet and Abby stood on the floor, and we both almost began cracking up. “Is anyone in here?” the girl asked.

“Yeah,” Abby said in a high pitched, valley girl voice, almost causing me to giggle and fall into the toilet.

“Are you smoking?”

“Ewwww, no,” she said, and giggled. “Some girls in here were, though. It was gross.”

“You’re telling me...” she said. I was, by this time, cracking up, and ended up letting out a big breath, making a horrible noise. “Are you okay?” the girl said. Abby was now silently laughing, too.

“Yeah,” she said, coughing, “allergies.”

I could only imagine the weird looks that the girls were giving each other. “Later,” the girl said. We heard the door open, then shut and we cracked up laughing.

“Oh my god, you are SO insane!” Abby squeaked. She opened the stall and I jumped down from the toilet and we stood at the sink washing our hands.

“Geeze! You guys are taking forever! They told me to come in here and make sure you didn’t fall in!” Jade screamed. They turned around to see her opening the door.

“Oh, great to see you, too, Jade,” I said, sarcastically.

Jade wrinkled up her nose. “Come on, guys, get out of here. You’re going to smell like smoke.”

We nodded and followed her outside to let our clothes air out.

“So?” Jade asked.

We just shrugged. “It was okay,” we agreed.

Jade shrugged back, “if you say so.”

Just then, Trey and some of the seniors came walking outside with a huge trophy in his hand. We all clapped and cheered as he held it up and everyone followed him.

We got on the bus about 6 that evening and went to eat dinner at a fairly nice restuarant. Trey spent the evening telling stories from the year, sharing memories with everyone, his first year teaching. Something that would live in his heart forever. His first group of seniors. I took pride in knowing that I was part of his first group, also, although I would not be a senior for another 5 years. But one day I’d be sitting there at that table with him, listening to him ramble on about how we were whenever we were in 7th grade and all the trouble we caused. It almost made me want to cry, seeing the seniors go.. although I did not know many of them. I’d never get to see Daniel or Brian again, or even the guy who invited me to the party that night. They all only had two more weeks left of school, and this would be the last I got to see them. Trey ended the night by giving a toast to all of the orchestra students for doing such a great job, and to the seniors for spending 7 years in orchestra. We all clapped for one another and then a senior lead the toast for Trey, for being an awesome teacher and helping us win at state.

Around 8 we went to the hotel. We were allowed to stay out until 10, getting to swim or just hang out for a couple of hours. The highschoolers went swimming, most of them at least, and the middle school kids went to one anothers rooms, finding it amusing to flirt with others.

“Hey, let’s go smoke again,” Abby said. “This’ll be the last time we’re able to, probably, so might as well.”

“Good idea,” I agreed. We informed Jade of what we were doing and she shrugged us off, going outside to sit by the pool.

So Abby and I sat outside on the balcony, I not coughing anymore and she sitting there, admiring the cool air. We did not speak much as we watched the people inside the pool dunk each other and play around. They could not see us, but we could see them. I felt so lonely inside.

“It’s weird,” I said. “I barely even know them, and I already miss them.”

“Yeah, another school year, coming to an end. Kind of sad in a way.”

I nodded as we finished up. I carefully put the cigarettes back in my backpack and laid on the bed. Abby laid on the other bed and we turned on the tv, watching the news, half boredly. There was a soft knock on the door. I walked up and answered it to see Trey standing there.

“Ah, hey Trey,” I said smiling.

He smiled back. “Hey Stephanie. Are the three of you in there?”

“Uhmm, no... Jade went down to the pool, and I guess she’s still down...”

“No no, here I am,” I heard the voice and looked behind Trey to see her running up, dripping wet. Trey looked over and smiled.

“Mmmk, guess we all are here.”

“Okay, I’ma tape the doors now. So don’t leave now, okay? I don’t want anything to happen like it did last time.”

I blushed. This was the first time that he’d mentioned it. The three of us nodded. “We won’t leave..” I assured.

He just smiled. “Goodnight,” he said.

“Night!” the three of us said happily and shut the door.

*****

The next morning, we arose bright and early. Well, morely around 9am, there was a loud knock at the door, unanswered until the third attempt whenever he started yelling at someone to answer the door. Abby, of course, was appointed as the door answerer, and she opened it, looked out, said “we’re up,” then shut it back. I knew Trey was still standing there, slight grin on his face... and about to knock..

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Wow, am I good or what?

“Come on, guys, get up,” he said.

We all whined and finally Abby got back up ando pened the door. “We’re really up this time,” she said, trying to shut the door again, but he held it open with his hand.

“Hey guys!” he yelled into the room, causing Jade and me to jump half a mile into the air.

“Jesus Christ, Trey, you don’t have to scare the mess out of us...” Jade said. He just chuckled lightly.

“There’s a continental breakfast downstairs, but some fast food places around. Be back at the bus by 10:30.”

We all nodded and then ungracefully got up, fighting over the shower. After dressing ourselves we dropped our stuff off at the bus, then walked over to Burger King where we gorged our faces with bacon biscuits. We finally arrived back to the bus where everyone was getting on, and I quickly grabbed my backpack from the ground so one of the loaders wouldn’t shove it in the bottom and I ran on the bus, my backpack almost causing me to fall off because I accidently knocked it against the door.

We finally took our seats, in the back like usual, Jade in front of us, and I threw my backpack in front of me and instantly put on my portible cd player, giving Abby one ear of it so we could act goofy and sing together. We sat there, waiting for Trey to get on the bus and call to make sure we were all there, but it was taking an unusuably long time. I kinda lifted myself up, to see if I could see him, but all I saw was the high school bus leave. Then I felt Trey stepping on the bus, angrily. He proceeded to raise the microphone thingy to his mouth.

“Everyone take off your headphones,” he said loudly. Then he waited, and everyone did as instructed, except for Abby and me, of course. We knew that he didn’t need to be yelling at us about cleaning our room. He waited longer then got back on the microphone. “Stephanie, that means you and Abby, too,” he said, giving us a stern look. We reluctantly took our earphones out and sat up straight to listen to him. He called the names of everyone, waiting for them to say here, and everyone was on the bus. But we still didn’t leave. “I found this,” he said, holding up a cigarette in his hand, “outside the bus. Now, that means that somebody on this bus has cigarettes on them.” He paused for a moment and there was a buzz as everyone looked around, already accusing people. Abby and I looked at eachother and then Jade looked back. “I’d like for whose ever this is to stand up right now and confess.” Silence. Nobody admitted to it. I looked down at my backpack where the zipper was half open. Trey began walking towards the back of the bus and i couldn’t make any sudden movements or he’d know it was me... “This, was in somebody’s backpack,” he said, inching closer to me as I tried to look him straight in the eye without flinching, “and I’d like to know whose it was.” His eyes were dead on me. He finally stopped next to Abby and me. “Okay, that’s it. Everybody off the bus, we’re having a check.” Everybody groaned. We had had one of these before whenever somebody was accused of stealing a watch. Still, nobody fessed up. Meanwhile, I was freaking out. I had cigarettes in my backpack, and he was about to check everyone’s bag... what was I to do. “Everyone out,” he said sternly and we began to file out slowly, dreading every moment of this. We stood outside in a line, boys on one side and girls on the other, embarassed as hell. There was a woman chaperone checking all of the girls, padding them down to try and find cigarettes, and a man doing the same for the boys. Trey came off the bus with a disappointed look in his eyes,staring straight at me. I gulped... it was beginning to get harder for me to breathe. “I’ll take blame,” Abby said, generously.

“No, it’s okay. I got them, I won’t even mention you.”

Abby shrugged in a “suit yourself” manner.

The chaperones finally got finished checking everybody, finding nothing.

“Now, I want everyone to march back in their rooms and go clean up their messes. Is it necessary that every trip we go on we have to do this?” he said in a scolding voice. Everyone was curious to know who the guilty party was, but Trey was determined not to let them know.

We all went up to our rooms, and he followed the three of us. He knew that our room was decent looking, and normally he would tell us just to stay at the bus. But not today. Today he went with us to our room, as if he needed to monitor our cleaning up.

We walked in and he slammed the door shut behind him, motioning for us all to sit on the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Looking directly at me he said, “care to explain this to me?”

I took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. “Well, um... I got those.. from a friend of my brothers... and brought them with me.”

“And you’ve smoked them on the trip, haven’t you?”

I nodded slowly and looked down at the ground.

“What about the two of you?” he asked, no longer looking at me.

“It wasn’t...” I began.

“They can answer for themselves.”

Jade spoke first. “I promise, Trey, I didn’t smoke any. I hate cigarettes.”

Trey nodded then looked towards Abby.

“Me either,” she said. She knew I didn’t mind, because I knew she’d do it for me. Either of them would.

Trey nodded again. “Well, then, the two of you may go ahead to the bus,” he said. They nodded and gave me a compasionate smile, then headed out of the door.

“Young lady,” Trey began, “I cannot believe you. Now, I thought what you did last time was outrageous, and believe me it was. But this time.. to steal a package of cigarettes, smoke on the trip and to top it off lie to me? What are you thinking?” he scolded.

“I... I don’t know,” I stammered.

“Do you realize how bad this stuff is for you?” he said, referring to the cigarettes. “Do you realize how dangerous it is, smoking in these hotel rooms, because something could catch on fire? Or smoking in public where a police officer could see you and you could get arrested? Do you realize that?” he asked, putting his fingers underneath my chin and forcing me to look into his upset eyes. “Stephanie, you are 13 years old, far too young to begin this habit. Understand?” I nodded. “And I don’t appreciate the fact that you lied to me. You could have been let off much easier if you would have fessed up before I searched your backpack.” I nodded again. He let go of my chin as tears began to form in my eyes. I could feel his disappointment in me and I just wanted for him not to be mad at me, and to trust me. But I had broken that trust.

He sighed. “Well,” he said, “you know how I’m going to handle this...” he said, standing me up, and taking my position on the bed. I felt relieved, seeing that he hadn’t taken his belt off this time. “And all while I’m doing this, I want you to think about how much you have let me down, okay?” he asked, looking straight into my eyes. I nodded again.

He took my left arm and led me over his lap, my body already shaking with fear. Even though he didn’t have his belt off, being over his lap like this was the most embarassing position...

I felt him flip my skirt up and yank down my panties. He didn’t begin with a lecture, but instead began with sharp smacks on my bottom.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

He pounded rhythmetically on my barebottom, five short, sharp smacks on my right cheek, then proceeded to do the same with my left cheek, in the same spot each time.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

His smacks had such a sting that I was already squirming.

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

“Now Stephanie, SMACK!,” he began, me squirming more and whining with each smack, “I SMACK am very SMACK very SMACK disappointed in you SMACK SMACK SMACK! I hope you understand SMACK! that whenever you break the rules SMACK SMACK! you will be SMACK! punished SMACK SMACK! Am I making SMACK myself SMACK SMACK clear? SMACK SMACK SMACK!”

My bottom was stinging and I was still shaking and nearly crying with embarassment and pain, and every time I was smacked I nearly yelped with pain.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“Yes, sir,” I answered, taking my punishment well for so much pain being administered to me.

“Good.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“Owwww,” I said in protest, finally. It was really beginning to hurt...

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

“Owwwwwww, I’m sorry...” I said, almost to the point of wailing. “Please, no more...”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

I cried softly as I kicked my legs a bit and squirmed like crazy on his lap. “Stephanie,” he said, that same stern voice he had kept through the entire punishment. “Keep still.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMA...

I tried to keep still, honestly... but I couldn’t, it was stinging too much. “Stephanie!” he nearly yelled. “If you don’t keep still, it will only be worse.”

I whined and cried and pleaded. “Please... no more... please,” I begged.

“I’m not close to being finished yet,” he said

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

I cried harder, keeping myself from the squirming, at least it was working a ltitle bit. Then he stopped abruptly and lifted me up. My hands went immediately to my stinging bottom, but he pushed them away. “No, Stephanie, we’re not finished yet.”

This caused a louder whine to escape from my mouth. He ignored it though and laid me across the bed, my feet placed on the floor. I prayed silently that he would not use the belt again....

WHACK!!!!!

I felt a hot stinging on my bottom, worse than Trey’s hand, which was fierce enough as it was. I cried out from pain, not expecting such a blow. I struggled to look back and see what it was, but I was stopped. “Head DOWN!” he said sternly. “Now, if you will lay there and do as you were told, this will be finished quicker, young lady.” I weeped into the bed sheets.

WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!!!

I cried harder and harder, and I could barely contain myself because of the pain... I tried hard not to struggle... not to wiggle around, but it was so hard...

WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!!

“Stephanie, WHACK!!! I do not want to have to do this to you again, WHACK!!!! I don’t think that your brother will be too pleased whenever I tell him about what you’ve done WHACK!!!!”

This got my immediate attention, although my bottom was throbbing. I loved my brother a lot, don’t get me wrong, but whenever he found out about the drinking incident, he freaked out... he said if Trey hadn’t have already done so, he’d spank me himself. He also added that next time, he’d spank me anyway. I had never been spanked by my brother, but I knew his punishments would be as bad, if not worse, than Trey’s.

“Nooooo,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t tell him...”

WHACK!!!!!!!

That shut me up.

WHACK!!!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!

I was done struggling... all I could do was lay limply over the bed, sobbing into the sheets, thinking “wow, deja vu.” I felt Trey sit down on the bed next to me as he pulled my panties up and put my skirt down. He picked me up from the bed and I wiped my eyes as he looked at me. “Stephanie, I love you, and so does your brother. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself like this.”

I nodded, realizing his repetitiveness, but also realzing that he really did care about me, or he wouldn’t have done this.

“Now,” he said, finally revealing the small paddle that he had used to spank me with. I shuddered upon seeing it. “Tell me why I even brought this on the trip.”

I shrugged, not sure of how he wanted me to answer.

“I brought this on the trip because there are some kids on this trip that I knew I would have problems with, and I knew if I showed it to them, it would shut them up. I did not bring it to actually use, although I knew I would if I had to.” He paused, picking my chin up again. “Do I really have to go through these motions everytime we go on a trip, Stephanie? I know you know how to behave... you do everyday in class, and everytime we perform somewhere, you do just fine. Your a wonderful student...” I did not speak. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and we sat there as I regained my composure. I finally got up and washed my face and we walked out to the bus together, the paddle in his back pocket.

“So you’re not going to tell my brother?” I asked, hopefully.

He looked down and smiled at me. “You wish that I wasn’t going to tell your brother.”

Story: Orchestra Trip #1

This is the first story in the Oak Grove Academy mini series.  Stephanie and her two best friends are stoked for their orchestra trip to Seattle, even more so when they sneak some alcohol from the unauthorized high school party.  The down side is that the orchestra teacher is a family friend of Stephanie's, and any rule-breaking is immediately punished.

Orchestra Trip #1
by Breanna Carter

It was my second year in orchestra at this particular school and my first year in seventh grade. We had a new teacher, fresh from college, young and good looking. He was very quiet, but he whipped us into shape quickly and we were on our way to being the best middle school orchestra in the country.

We weren’t the only school he taught at. He also taught at the high school which was a few minutes away. We were Oakwood Middle and they were Oakwood high. Both schools specialized in Arts and Music, and whenever our old orchestra teacher, the one I had in sixth grade, retired, she gladly gave the job over to Trey, one of her former students, first chair in her Advanced Orchestra at the high school whenever he was a freshman.

Our seventh grade trip was taken with both the middle school and the high school to Seattle, Washington. It was me and my two friends, Abby and Jade. The three of us we to share a room together. We were the first chair in each of our sections, me playing cello, Abby the viola, and Jade the violin, and we were actually quite mature for our age. That’s why we weren’t surprised whenever Trey came up to us on the bus full of screaming middle schoolers.

“Hi,” he said and sat down next to Jade who sat in front of Abby and me. Abby and I loved having the very very back seat, and Jade loved having her own seat, mostly because she didn’t want to be smushed up between two loud and annoying girls who blared music that she didn’t care for too much.

“Hey,” we said back, still giggling about something that Jade had just said.

“Okay, girls, I’ve been thinking about this. There are only so many rooms that we can have on the second floor at the hotel, and so many we can have on the third. I was going to try to keep everyone together, according to age, but it looks as if we’re one room too short on the second floor. I trust you guys because you three are very bright young ladies and I trust that you won’t do anything stupid.” He paused for a moment. “Do you mind if I put you on the third floor with the high schoolers?”

I giggled a bit, thinking about how cool it was going to be to be in a room next to one of the sexy seniors. And maybe they would accept us instead of acting like we were little kids.

“Sure,” the three of us said in unison.

“Great,” Trey said and gave a small grin, then ruffled Jade’s hair and moved back to the front of the bus. Whenever he left we burst into laughter. Okay, so maybe we weren’t so mature.

“That’s so awesome!” Abby squeaked.

“I know!” I squeaked back.

“Come on, guys,” Jade said, trying to bring us back to reality. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

We looked at her as if she was crazy then continued our conversation. “Maybe we’ll be right next to Daniel!” Abby said, referring to the hottest guy on the trip. Yes, we were definitely a couple of seventh graders.

*****

The three of us lugged our bags into the first room on the third floor. Our suitcases seemed to be bigger than we were. Jade found her key and inserted it into the door then we threw our bags inside.

“Argg, geeze this thing is heavy,” Abby complained carrying one of my suitcases. She happened to be a light packer, forgetting nearly everything, whereas Jade and I packed our entire closets and bathrooms. Abby focused on bringing food. “What the hell do you have in here, Steph?” she asked me, having a bit of trouble getting inside the door. I just grinned and threw my stuff down, then went back to get the bag that she couldn’t seem to carry.

*****

It was our last night in the hotel and we were lying in the bed, listening to my portible cd player, eating the last of the food that Abby had brought, watching tv, and laughing about the previous events. We were minding our own business whenever we heard a noise outside our door. Abby freaked out, Jade was nearly asleep next to her, and me, I was curious. I looked out of the peephole to see... well what do you know, Daniel. And then I hear a soft knock on our door and watch him step sideways, tip-toeing off. I opened the door and poked my head outside.

“Hi?” I said, questioning.

He jumped then turned around. “Oh, hey,” he said. Then the look on his face changed to that of confusion. “Wait, aren’t you one of the eighth graders or something?”

“...Something like that,” I said.

“Oh. Well, sorry, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”

“You didn’t,” I said.

“Oh, okay. I’m Daniel.”

“I’m Stephanie.”

“Well, we were just taking the tape off of all of the doors. Brian’s having a party, you guys are welcome to come if you want.”

My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to think. “Okay,” I said shyly.

“But you have to keep it down. And you can’t say anything about it, okay? I don’t care how much everyone tortures you about it. It’s something that you kids don’t need to know about until next year.”

I nodded as he walked off and took the tape off of the room next door, then knocked softly, as he had done mine. A short girl answered and threw her arms around him. “Party in Brian’s room,” he said formally and the girl nodded, then ran down the hallway quietly to the last room on the left. I went back inside my room.

“What was that all about?” Abby asked.

“Daniel,” I said, containing my excitement. “He wants us to come to the party,” I said as I pointed down to Brian’s room.

“How cool!” Abby shreiked.

“But we have to keep it down, okay? I don’t want them to get into trouble or anything. That’d suck.”

Abby nodded then smacked Jade. “Come on, get up. We HAVE to go to this.”

Jade groaned. “I don’t think this is such a great idea,” she said. “Adam said they usually have alcohol and stuff.. and even though we probably wouldn’t get caught, if we did, they could suspend us.” Adam was her older brother.

“Aww come on, Jade,” I pestered. “It isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, Trey likes us. He wouldn’t get us suspended.”

Abby was looking a little worried, too, though. She concentrated for a moment, then finally said, “aww come on, it’ll be great. We can’t worry about it.”

Jade finally grinned and said, “I’m in.”

We walked down the quiet hallway in our pj pants in tiny shirts and finally came up to Brian’s room. My heart was racing from the adrenaline that dwelled inside of me. I knocked quietly on the door, listening to the silence around me, wondering if there was really a party. The door was finally opened and the tall lanky boy stood in front of us. We looked at him as he held a beer in his hand.

“Aww hell,” he said. “What are you guys doing?”

“Um,” I began.

“Daniel invited us,” Jade finished.

“What the fuck... Daniel,” he called behind him, then the boy appeared behind his shoulder.

“Huh?” he said with that half stoned look on his face.

They spoke for a moment then decided that we shouldn’t come in. We pouted for a few moments until I finally spoke up.

“Well, can we have something to drink at least?”

“No,” Brian said, half pissed off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too young.”

“So are you.”

“Where the hell are you going to drink it?”

“In our room.”

“No,” he repeated.

“Awww, come on, Brian... we won’t pester you anymore.”

He took this into consideration. “Okay, but if I do, you have to promise if you get caught, you didn’t see or talk to us tonight, and if you even hint that we gave it to you, I’ll kick your ass, understand?”

“Definitely,” I said, grinning as he looked at Abby and Jade who nodded their heads also. He went back inside the room as Daniel muttered an apology and walked inside aswell, then Brian returned with three bottles of Smirnoff. He threatened us again as we walked away waving and grinning. Even if we weren’t able to go to the party, we at least had some alcohol, something that we wanted to experiment with but never had the chance to.

We opened the bottles and walked down the hallway snickering, finally deciding that we didn’t want to go back to the room, but wanted to stay out instead. And we settled on sitting on the stairs. By this time our adrenaline was so great that we ran up and down the stairs a few times, drinks in hand, taking a few sips. We even had competitions to see who could drink and run at the same time, but we mostly spilt it all over ourselves. Then we got out of breath and sat down for a while, talking loudly and giggling about stupid things.

“I’m hungry,” Jade said and I burst into laughter.

“Me too,” Abby said, giggling like me, and I nodded in agreement. So we raced each other down the stairs to the second floor where the vending machine was. Jade won, being the hungriest. We inserted the little bit of money we had into the machine and watched candybars fall out in amazement. We weren’t drunk at all, we were just acting stupid. We decided to ride the elevator back up to the third floor, but pressed fifth floor instead and rode our way back down. We ran back to the staircase, and giggled for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally we settled down a bit, sitting there just talking and getting sleepy. We weren’t even halfway through with our bottles.

“Mmmmk,” Jade said whenever she finished off her bottle then stretched out. “I’m ready for bed.” Abby and I shook our head, but decided Jade could go to bed if she wanted, but we were going to stay down there and finish our drinks.

So the three of us stood up to walk her back to the room after declaring our plans. Our bottles were sitting down on one of the steps below us and when Jade bent over to get hers, Abby and I had the wonderful idea to smack her ass, just for play. But as we did she stumbled a bit and Abby’s bottle of Smirnoff went tumbling down the stairs and landed on the bottom with a big crash.

We stood there with our mouths dropped open. Finally I had the bright idea to run to the room and get a towel to clean it up before someone came and realized what was up. No, I didn’t have the sense to leave it there and run. I had to clean it up then run.

So the three of us hurried to the room then hurried back to the staircase and wiped the floor off with a towel. Then the door swung open, Abby plopped herself down on the towel that she was using to clean up the broken glass and alcohol, Jade hid herself, and I hid my bottle behind my back, all in a split second.

Trey appeared in the doorway.

“What in the world are you girls doing?” he said in a scolding whisper.

Abby grinned in her spot and I chewed on my lip.

“Answer me,” he said.

“Um,” I muttered, and we walked towards us, letting the door shut behind him, and pulled Abby up from her spot then grabbed my arms from behind my back, revealing the nearly empty bottle of Smirnoff. Finally Jade appeared, shamefully staring at the floor, and walked up to Trey.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, tears already beginning to form in her eyes.

“Go to your room,” Trey said, not trying to keep his voice in a whiper now. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The three of us hurried up to our room and shut the door quietly, then sat on our beds, awaiting our doom.

I felt horrible. “I’m sorry for getting you guys into this,” I said.

“It’s not your fault,” Abby said. “We all agreed to it.”

Jade was now letting silent tears fall from her eyes. She had never gotten into any trouble like this before.

We sat there for a couple of minutes, wondering what Trey was doing. Hopefully not calling our parents. It was, after all, three in the morning. Funny, it definitely hadn’t seemed like three hours since Daniel was at our door, inviting us to a party.

knock knock knock, we heard softly on our door and I was the one who opened it, staring at the red carpet the whole time, allowing Trey to enter. I walked back to my bed.

He came over towards us and looked at us disappointedly.

“What is going on?” he said, keeping himself calm. It was amazing. Of course, I’d never seen Trey really get pissed off before.

I looked up into his disappointed eyes. “It’s my fault,” I said. He gave me a questioning look, but keep that frightening disappointment there. “I brought the alcohol for us to drink tonight, and talked them into doing it. I’m sorry,” I said.

“I highly doubt that’s how it happened, Stephanie. Now, why don’t you try telling me the truth.”

I felt a pang in my stomach. But I figured I could get out of it much easier if I told what really happened. I just couldn’t let Trey know that Brian or Daniel had anything to do with it. They’d hate me forever. “Okay,” I said and took a deep breath in. “Somebody came by and asked us to come to a party, but whenever we went, the people there didn’t want us to be there. So we asked for something to drink and this is what they gave us. But honestly, Trey, it really is my fault. I’m the one who talked them into doing this, I had the idea in the first place. Please don’t punish them,” I said, glancing towards Jade who was still crying those silent tears. I looked back at Trey who nodded slowly.

“Who gave you the drinks?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sighed. “Well, ladies, I can’t believe that you would do something like this. I put my trust into you. I knew these kids up here were going to do something stupid like this, but I can’t believe that you went ahead and helped them out. Can’t believe you broke the rules, being out past curfew and drinking alcohol. Those rules are set for a reason, you understand that right?” We nodded. “Stephanie, I want you to come down to my room with me, I need to have a word with you. As for the two of you, I think each of you has a well deserved punishment lined up for you. Stephanie, I want you to wait outside the door for me. And don’t even think about running off.” I gulped and nodded, then made my way outside of my room and sat against the wall in the hallway.

Curiousity filled my mind. I wondered deeply what was going to happen. And why were they getting fussed at in our room and he was going to take me down to his room? Maybe he just figured he needed to watch me more closely?

Of course, then I heard the noises from my room. I heard a few loud cries from one of my roommates, and that scared me even more. But before my imagination could take things too far, the door behind me opened and the tall figure walked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. “We have a few things we need to discuss,” he said as we walked to the elevator and he pressed the down button. We proceeded to go down to his floor in silence, then we stood in front of his hotel room, and he opened the door and walked me in.

“Now,” he said, closing the door behind him, directing me to sit on the king sized bed in front of us. “Are you ready to tell me who gave you the drinks?”

I shook my head again.

“Stephanie, let me explain something to you. You are my responsibility this weekend. If something happened to you, it would be my fault. This curfew isn’t something that I have done to punish or hurt anybody, it’s there so you don’t get hurt. Anybody could walk into this hotel late at night and hurt you. That’s why you aren’t supossed to be running around at night. And, if I might add, the three of you were extremely loud. And I’m not just talking about whenever you broke the glass, but you were running around and giggling. And if I would have known that it was one of my kids in there doing all of that, I would have put an end to it a long time ago.”

I nodded to show him that I was listening.

“I have no choice but to punish you for what you’ve done, so that I’ll know that this will never happen again. You understand this right?”

I nodded again. With that he began to unbuckle his belt then slide it through the holes of his jeans. That’s whenever I finally realized what was happened.

“Wait,” I said suddenly. “You’re not going to... Oh God, Trey... please tell me... no...” I pleaded.

“Yeah, I am. You’ve left me with no other choice. You deliberately disobeyed me,” he said, folding his belt over to make a loop, “and you lied to me. And I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences for you actions, and that you will never do this again.”

“But,” I said, “I won’t do it again.. I... I’m sorry...” I had only been spanked once as a child, and that was whenever I stole candy from a local store. My dad had taken me home to find the melted candy in my pocket, then he scolded me and laid me over his lap to spank me. But I was only seven then. Now I was thirteen. That was too old to get a spanking.

“I know you are, Stephanie,” he said, breaking my train of thought. “But I have to do this. Now stand up.”

“Nooo,” I pleaded. “Please, Trey, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” I said, beginning to cry.

“Stand up,” he said, not reacting at all to my pleads and cries.

“Trey please nooo,” I cried more.

“Stephanie,” he said firmly, “I will not ask you again.”

I wiped my face with my hand and stood up reluctantly. He felt so much taller than me right now, although he was only about 4 or 5 inches taller. He turned me around with his arms. “Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”

I almost choked. “Noooooo,” I pleaded even louder. “You can’t.. Trey, no.” I suddenly blushed as I whined, being incredibly embarassed at thinking about him seeing me half naked.

“If you don’t do it, I will.”

That threat was enough to make me blush even more, then drop my pajama pants, exposing my white cotton panties to him. I stood, facing the wall, but he spoke to me anyway, knowing that I was listening. “Stephanie, I trusted you. I trusted the three of you. That’s why I put you on the floor with them, because I knew that if anybody could resist temptation, then it would be you. But you proved me wrong tonight, and you have broken that trust. And you’re going to have to build that back up before I can let you off alone again. So tomorrow, I want the three of you to sit with me, and I’m going to watch your every move, because I don’t trust you anymore.” His words punched me in the stomach as more tears began streaming down my face. Guilt spread throughout my body and I felt horrible for letting him down so much.

Then, without warning, he leaned me over his bed, and I cried more, realizing how much I had really screwed up this time. I buried my face into the cover and waited.

SMMACK!!!

The first hit took me by surprise, although I was expecting it. It hurt so badly, more than I could imagine.

“Owww,” I said, not wanting to complain too much, but wanting to let him know that it did indeed hurt. Because it did!

SMMACKK!!!!

The second hit was harder than the first.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now my bottom was stinging with pain and I was crying loudly and kicking my legs.

“Stop,” he said sternly, putting my feet back on the ground.

He then decided to pull my panties down to my knees and my full bottom was exposed now. I whimpered about it for a bit, but my whining stopped whenever I felt a sharp smack on my rear end from his hand. So I just continued sobbing into the blankets.

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

He was now spanking me with his bare hand instead of that awful belt, but believe me, it still stung like crazy. I fought and fought with myself not to cry out too much, or to even kick, but it was so hard with the sting already there and his hand hitting me repetitively making it all worse.

“I SMACK am very SMACK disappointed SMACK SMACK in you SMACK Stephanie. SMACK SMACK. I SMACK can’t believe that SMACK you would do anything so SMACK SMACK SMACK stupid SMACK SMACK!” he lectured.

“I’m sorry,” I wailed through sobs.

“I know you are SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! But can you assure me that this won’t happen again? SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!”

“Yesssss,” I cried. “I promise.” But he didn’t lay off. He kept spanking me with his hands that felt like a wooden paddle that my elementary school principal would have used.

Then he stopped for a moment. “No,” he said, “I’m not finished.” I was still crying into the sheets.

I heard the belt jingle around in his hands.

“Ten more,” he said. “Then I’ll be finished.”

I nodded, in pain.

CRRACCKKK!!!!

“Owwwww,” I whined.

CRACKK!!!!!

“Uhnnn,” I was feeling intense pain.

CCRAAACKK!!!!!!

“Owwwwwwwwwwww.”

CCCRRACKK!!!!!! CCRRRRAACK!!!!!!

“Owwwww, please no more, I’ll be good.”

CRAAAACKKK!!!!!!! CCRRAACCKK!!!!!!! SSMAAACKK!!!!!!

“Please,” I begged.

And the last two were the worse of all.

WWHHHAAAAACKK!!!!!!!!

My only reaction was a loud whine, and more tears flowing from my eyes.

WWWWHHHHAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!

I heard him throw the belt down on the floor as I buried my head into my right hand, and rubbed my backside with my left. My bottom was on fire, and it was stinging and aching like it had never done before.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” he said back, sitting on the bed next to me, stroking my hair.

We lay like that for a good ten or so minutes, until I finally pulled my panties and pj pants up and painfully sat down on his bed next to him. I yawned.

“You should go onto bed,” he said, calmly.

I nodded. My eyes were red and puffy and I was super tired. “This won’t happen again, Trey, I promise.”

“I hope not. I’m sorry your night had to end this way.”

“Me too,” I said with a slight grin as I stood up and rubbed my bottom more.