Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Terrence goes out of town for the weekend and Bri has a small get together.
Party!
by Breanna Carter
"I'm going to just be gone for the weekend. Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" Terrence asked me for the 500th time.
"Yes, Terrence, I'll be fine," I said, urging him again to leave.
"Okay, well, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, and..."
"I know, I know, if I need anything call Jacob."
Terrence smiled. "I don't know about leaving you here... I mean..."
I sighed loudly. "Terrence... go. Have fun, mmk? I'll be fine." He was going to spend the weekend with his girlfriend in Florida and I was all for the idea. I didn't get to spend much time by myself, and the poor guy was under a lot of stress, with keeping me and all. I wanted him to get out and have a nice time.
Terrence mock-sighed back at me. "Well, okay..." He hugged me. "I'll be back Sunday afternoon and... well, just have a good time. And don't do anything I wouldn't let you do, okay?"
I smiled. "I'm an angel, I wouldn't dare!"
"Yeah, right..." He walked out the door with his suitcases in hand and loaded them into the trunk and waved goodbye. I grinned and waved back watching him drive out of our driveway, down the street, and turn right onto the highway where he would be going to his girlfriend's house, then on a trip miles away from me, leaving me by myself. Oh yes, this would be an awesome weekend.
It was a Friday night, and I had nothing wild planned. Actually, I had to work, and I knew when I got home that I'd be too worn out to do anything more than sit in front of the TV and watch hours of the discovery channel. So, I decided that Saturday would be the perfect night for a party.
I called up my friends and asked if they wanted to come over, and to invite anyone they wanted for some loud music and lots of alcohol. I had a friend from work who told me he'd provide if I paid. After calling everyone I knew, or rather, liked, I got ready for work and set out into the hot summer air to the local pizza place that I worked at to waste a Friday night making pizzas for loud, annoying customers who were never satisfied. I talked to my friend, Nate, and gave him $40, compliments of Terrence for food, gas, whatever I decided to buy, and gave him a list of stuff to get us, which mostly consisted of wine coolers and beer, and a little hard liquor, but not too much. He came back up there, car glowing in the midst of the black night, and I shoved them into the trunk of my car and gave him a huge hug, thanking him a million times.
I got back to my house, put the stuff in the fridge, and wasted the rest of the night watching F.B.I. Files and stuff like that. Around 2, I yawned and dozed off to sleep on the couch, the TV still talking softly in front of me.
The next afternoon I woke up at 1, talked to Terrence, who was super worried, on the phone for about 10 minutes until he was assured that I was fine, the house wasn't burnt down, and I hadn't been in trouble with the police. I felt kind of guilty after I hung up the phone, thinking how much Terrence would be let down if he knew what I was doing, but I pushed the thought away. I had already invited the people, I couldn't back down now.
I called it the beginning of summer bash. Yes, it was a bash, even for an unpopular person like me. Somehow the word got around to people I went to school with and there ended up being tons of people on my doorstep at 8 that night. I charged the people that I didn't like a fee of $5, not because I didn't like them, but because they were high or drunk enough to give it to me. Around 9:30, I called Nate at work and asked him if he could drop by with more beer. The guys were drinking that stuff like it was the only thing on the planet. He agreed, and I promised I would pay him back and if I didn't he could kick my ass.
Nate knocked on my door at 11pm, and I gratefully answered so the idiots who actually paid me could get some more to drink. "You can stay if ya want..." I yelled over the loud heavy music behind me. He just grinned slightly.
"Nahhh, I think I'ma go on home, but thanks."
I smiled and shrugged then yelled again over the loud music, "Okay, suit yourself!"
I was not drunk. I was drinking, but I could walk straight. My friends around me were smoking pot, which I didn't like the idea of, and anytime I caught someone, I took the joint away from them, much to their disliking. I wasn't about to get caught with pot in my house... Terrence would kill me! What if it had been hiding behind a doorway or something? He'd think I was smoking it. Nope, not going to take that chance.
By 12:30 the crowd started thinning out. I guess they thought my parties were boring. It didn't matter to me, my friends and I were having a good time acting like idiots and dancing around my small living room to KoRn.
"This party is smashing!" some wasted girl told me.
I grinned. "Sure is!" I yelled back.
"I'm Sue!" she said loudly.
"I'm..."
"BRIANNA NICOLE CARTER! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!???!!"
Uh oh, I thought. The music stopped and I turned around to see Terrence standing in the doorway with a very, very angry look on his face.
"Uhhhh..."
The people started filtering out of my house, racing to the door, seeing that the party had been busted. Terrence just stood there, eyeing me, not a very happy look on his face. He stared me down, but I couldn't look at him. I just muttered apologies to everyone who walked past me until finally, everyone was outside. I looked around the house. Everything looked trashed... the floor was cluttered with plastic cups, there were cigarette butts everywhere, beer cans...
"What the fuck are you doing, Brianna!" Terrence yelled at me, slamming the front door shut with a BAM!
"Uhmmm... just hanging out with some friends," I said in a small voice, feeling like a kid with his large frame towering over me like it was.
"Hanging out with some friends!" he yelled, so loudly it caused me to jump. He picked up a few empty beer cans and held them out. "You call THIS hanging out with some friends?!?" He chunked the can to the side. "I thought I could trust you, Brianna! But you go and have a party while I'm gone, I know you were drinking, were you smoking, too?"
"But you... you never said... I couldn't have a party..." I stammered.
"BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPOSSED TO HAVE ONE!" he yelled. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Do I have to write every single little rule three feet high and shove it under your face for you to see it! You know better than this."
"I... I'm... sorry..." I stammered again. I was shaking like crazy, and his anger wasn't helping me be any calmer. He finally just exasperatedly turned around and began picking up the littered floor. I helped a bit, throwing some empty cans and cups into the garbage can, sitting turned over stuff back up. "I'm in a lot of trouble, aren't I?" I said in an almost inaudible voice.
"Oh yeah, Brianna. You're in a LOT of trouble," he said, throwing the last bit of stuff away. The living room no longer looked like a junk yard. "Stay here," he said. I complied as he went to his room for a minute while I stood there like a bump on a log. Why had I been so completely stupid? Friday night would've been a much better night to have the damn party... (Obviously I wasn't feeling any remorse yet.)
He came back into the room carrying a board. It was a good sized board... looked like it'd be a good tool for a small child incase they ever got out of line.... My thoughts broke off there. "No," I said, as much of a shock to him as myself...
He didn't reply to that. "Go bring me every ounce of alcohol you have in this house."
My feet were glued to the floor and my eyes to the paddle he was holding in his hands.
"RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!" he bellowed.
I jumped a bit from his voice and ambled to the kitchen, grabbing the wine coolers from the fridge, and the beer cans and hard liquor from the counter. I brought it back to where Terrence was, and then I handed him a wad of cash, a good $100. He didn't even question the money, just said "Anything else you need to give me?" I dug in my pocket, finding three joints and a package of cigarettes.
"These aren't mine," I said, pointing to the joints. "Someone had them, and I didn't want 'em smoking around me.." I was glad he actually let me speak.
"And these cigarettes?"
"Those... well, I smoked some of them..."
He nodded. "You know the procedure," he said, quietly, amazingly calm.
"Terrence... I feel really bad..."
"You'll feel even worse when I get finished with you," he interrupted.
"Can't... can't you just do it over my pants?" I asked, knowing that a bare bottom one was in store, but it was worth a try.
"Yeah, right, Brianna. You're going to have a huge party, loud music, people smoking and drinking... yeah, I'll do it over your pants," he said sarcastically.
I groaned but pulled my pants and panties down letting them fall to the ground. I gave a puppy face, but Terrence ignored it and instead took me by the arm and pulled me over the end of the couch.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"I cannot believe you, Brianna," he scolded.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Having a party..."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Drinking alcohol..."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"And smoking..."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"I'm VERY disappointed in you."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
By this time I was kicking and screaming and pleading and whining... anything you could imagine to come from a well spanked 16 year old.
"I'm sorryyyyyy," I pleaded. I lay across the couch, in so much pain, my bottom throbbing, me crying like a baby.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"I don't want you to EVER WHACK! do this again WHACK!, do you understand me? WHACK!"
"Yesssssss," I cried, jumping up and down on my feet. I heard the paddle drop to the floor through my sobs and then felt Terrence lift me from my position. He took me into his lap. "Shhhh, it's okay, Brianna. It's okay hon..." He wrapped his arms around me and we sat there on the couch, me crying and him comforting me in his soothing voice, allowing me to bury my head into his chest.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered, as if he didn't already know already.
"Shhhh," he said in a hushed voice. "It's all over, Bri... it's okay... I'm finished."
I nodded softly and lay there until I regained my composure and vowed to myself never to drink or smoke or party again.
01 October 2002
01 September 2002
Story: Skipping Again
Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Bri is caught skipping again... surprise surprise, I'm sure you couldn't have figured that out if I hadn't told you.
Skipping Again
by Breanna Carter
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Miss Carter?" The voice behind me sent a shudder through my body. It definitely didn't sound very pleased to see me out of my sixth period class behind the T-buildings near the parking lot.
"Er," I muttered. "I have a hall pass?" I said, turning around to see the security guard behind me. I didn't want to know how she knew my name...
"Mmmhmmm. I see. Where is this mysterious hall pass that you possess?"
I dug in my pocket to find a small sheet of paper that my teacher had given me weeks ago with no date or time or place on it, just her signature.
The security guard held the tiny piece of paper in her hands. "Where are you supposed to be?" she asked.
"I was heading towards Miss Smith's room to talk to her about a test."
"And that would explain why you are sitting out here? Come with me," she said sternly.
I mentally gulped as I followed her to the office, praying that I could get off easily, maybe just an after school detention or something. I knew if Terrence found out, he wouldn't be happy. After all, it wasn't the first time I had skipped school and I knew that there was a silent promise that if I skipped again, I wouldn't be happy, either.
We arrived at the assistant principal's office in a matter of minutes and the security guard explained the situation to him. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I didn't like the direction this was heading.
Mr. Vaughn thanked the woman and asked me to have a seat and I did so.
I shifted uncomfortably. "Does your teacher know that you're at school?" he asked.
I figured telling the truth would help me out in the long run. "Er, no," I stammered.
He nodded. "When did she write you this pass?"
"Last week."
He nodded again. He did not speak for a few minutes, only stared at me with a look of disappointment. We were on fairly close terms. After the cheating incident, we spoke to each other in the hallways, and even at lunch we carried on a conversation. That's why I hoped he'd let me off fairly easy... "Can you make after school detention tomorrow?" he asked.
I nodded, suppressing a smile.
He nodded back at me and turned to the computer that sat beside him. He began punching at the keys until the paper was all finished. He did a spell check, to my surprise of course, I figured that teachers and principals didn't need spell checks and stuff, and then he printed out the paper and handed it to me. "Get Terrence to sign this tonight, bring it back tomorrow afternoon for your detention. This is a serious offense, Brianna. I don't want this to happen again."
I nodded.
"And don't think about forging that because if it looks like you did, I'll call him..."
He must have been reading my mind. I smiled a bit and said, "yes, sir."
I was dismissed from his office when the bell rang and I met up with my ride home and asked them if they minded staying a little late for my detention the next day. My friend punched me playfully and said she didn't mind but wanted to know details.
I figured Terrence would want details, too. That's why I waited until after dinner and after it had settled and while we were watching TV to casually ask him to sign it. "Oh," I said, as if I was giving him something trivial, a note about a new policy or something, "can you sign this?"
I handed him the paper and he looked at it for a moment, then changed the look on his face. He read the entire thing then looked at me. "Explain this note to me, Brianna, 'cause to me, it sounds like you have detention for skipping class and I know that can't be right cause we've already had a discussion about you doing stuff like that..."
"Err, well, see... I um, yeah. I skipped sixth period. But it's only gym class and we weren't doing anything anyway so I didn't miss much!" I added quickly, hoping that it'd change his mind about things. Hah, yeah right.
He gave me that look. I tried to smile big and pretend like it was no big deal, but that worked for a whole two seconds. "What am I going to do with you," he bellowed. "This isn't the first time. You've skipped before. In fact, I'm sure that you've skipped more times than I know about..."
"I'm sure you skipped class plenty of times," I said, trying to avert the subject.
"Yeah, and when I was caught, I got my ass torn up."
That stopped me. "Well, then you know you would have done fine with just a good talking to and..."
"I think a good spanking is what's in line for you, young lady," he said. There it was. I was defeated.
"But Terrence... please... I learned my lesson and I won't do it again."
"I'm going to make sure that you hear the lesson loud and clear," he said. He sounded so corny, and I was sure he knew it, too. He was just trying to scare me more and more and make the situation more real...
"Can't I be grounded? That's what happens to all the other people my age..."
"Great for them. You ask me every time if you can be grounded and I give you the same answer every time. Now go to your room and stand in the corner with your pants and panties already down."
"Terrence... please can't I just..."
"NOW!" he bellowed, causing me to shudder.
"Yessir," I said quickly, standing up and practically running out of the room, getting a hard swat on the bottom on my way there. I entered my small room with fear still running through my body. Sure, I'd been spanked many times, but for some reason, my knees were shaking and my palms sweating. I really didn't want to be spanked. I was nearly 16 years old for Christ's sakes...
But, I couldn't stop the fact that he was going to spank me whether I complied or not. And it'd be easier on me if I complied. So, I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, then let them fall to the floor. I stepped out, my legs still shaking. I looked at the wall, almost in tears already. Then, I tugged my panties down and stepped out of them as well. It was never like that before. Every other time he'd tell me to pull my pants down and he'd wait 'til I was over his knee to pull my panties down...
I put my nose in the corner, blushing. I felt so young... so stupid. I felt like I was five years old again. I stood still for a few minutes, then got antsy from all the waiting. I whined a little to myself and moved around a little bit, twiddling my thumbs and admiring the cool breeze that my bottom would have for now. I nearly jumped three feet into the air when I heard the door open. I turned around to see Terrence standing there.
"Nose back in that corner, Young Lady!" he said sternly and I immediately assumed the position. Not only did I feel like I was five, I also felt like I was in the military! This was so humiliating. "Next time you decide to skip class I want you to remember this, do you understand me?"
I nodded.
"I expect a yes sir out of you, Young Lady."
I didn't like the way he was calling me young lady. I blushed and said, "yes, sir."
"That's better. Come here."
I blushed more and turned around and walked towards my brother, praying that my shirt was long enough to where he couldn't see anything. Of course, I knew he wasn't looking, but it was embarrassing to think that he could see anything. I blushed deeper.
The look on his face was that of satisfaction. "Bend over and touch your toes," he said sternly. I wanted to cry. This person seemed nothing like my brother who usually just spanked me and scolded me. I was sure being over his knee, or lying over my bed, would be a much better place to be than in the middle of the floor bent over and touching my toes. Things were so much different that way. If he popped me too hard, I'd probably let go of my toes, and then what? "Now, Young Lady!" he said, popping me on the bottom with his hand and gathering my attention back to him.
"Owww," I whined.
"Oh, trust me, this is going to hurt a lot more than that just did."
I gulped unconsciously and bent over, trying to touch my toes, but unable to reach that far down. When I looked back up at him, he just kind of gave me a look as if saying that I had to do whatever it took to reach my toes. I let out a soft whine, knowing where this was leading to... more embarrassment. I spread my feet apart a little bit and grabbed my toes, still managing to be in a lot of pain from not stretching too much.
"This is why you need to be in gym," he said, and I could tell that he was either grinning or trying not to.
I spread my feet a little farther apart until finally, I wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't straining.
I stared at the floor still embarrassed, my face more flushed than ever.
"If you ever and I mean EVER skip class again, Young Lady, I will blister your behind so badly that you won't be able to sit down for a week, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
WHACK!!!!!!!
The first whack hit me with full impact and I knew that it was Terrence's paddle. I let out a loud cry, but he didn't let up with the intensity of it. He kept spanking me and it seemed as if he spanked harder and harder as the time progressed.
By the time he finished, I was crying full-out. The tears were streaming down my face and I was grabbing onto my ankles for dear life so I wouldn't move my hands. My bottom was almost numb and it ached so badly and I was embarrassed and I knew that I had let him down so much. I cried harder and harder and he set the paddle down then told me abruptly, "go stand in the corner, your hands on your head, and I don't want you to so much as move your nose from where it's supposed to be."
I nodded weakly and hobbled over to the corner, my hands on my head and my bottom throbbing with every step. I stood in the corner, wanting to rub the sting out but knowing better than to do so. I still cried for the most part, and finally the crying died down and I was just sniffling. The sting was gradually going away, but I knew when Terrence said next time I wouldn't be sitting for a while, I probably wouldn't enjoy sitting for the rest of the day, and probably the next day in detention. I could only imagine what would happen if I skipped again, and it was something I didn't care to imagine. So I didn't. I just waited for this to be over, hoping that he would comfort me and hold me soon.
I could only hope though. "Brianna, come here," he called sternly, and I turned around to see him sitting on the bed. I wanted to cry again because that was when I realized that my spanking wasn't over. I kind of whined a little more, and had to sniffle more because I was still crying a little. But I did as I was ordered and hobbled over to Terrence, wincing with each step as my bottom still hurt a lot.
I stood next to him for a moment and looked down at him while his eyes still expressed disappointment. "Why would you do something like that and expect not to get caught, Brianna?"
"I... I don't know..." I muttered, wiping tears from my eyes and sniffling.
"I thought you knew better than that. No, I know you knew better than that."
"I did," I said, my lip quivering and more tears falling down my face.
"You're such a good kid. I can't believe that you would do something so stupid." I just stood there, trying not to let the words hit my stomach like they were. "I hope you learn your lesson this time," he said and guided me over his lap. "I'm so disappointed in you." He positioned me over his lap to where my hands touched the floor and my feet didn't. I stayed like that for a minute, letting everything sink in, and I'm sure that was the purpose of him keeping me there for that time. My bottom was tingling as it knew what was coming up, and definitely wasn't looking forward to it...
The first spanks caught me by surprise. They were hard and fast, and followed by plenty of other smacks. He didn't let up at all, didn't pause in between smacks, just kept going at the rapid pace until I was once again, bawling like a baby and kicking and pleading. I finally was too worn out to go on any further and I just lay limply over his lap, tears streaming down my face one after another and falling to the floor. My bottom was on fire all over, even the "sit spots" which probably hurt most of all because they were so tender. I cried and cried and cried until my older brother scooped me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, stroking my hair and telling me that everything would be all right and that I was still the greatest sister in the world and that he loved and cared about me so much. We sat like that for a few minutes, maybe even an hour, until I was all cried out and my sniffling even died down. He lifted me up and hugged me tightly then told me to go onto bed and he'd see me in the morning.
Needless to say, that night I slept on my stomach. The next afternoon in detention, I vowed to myself never to skip class again. =)
Skipping Again
by Breanna Carter
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Miss Carter?" The voice behind me sent a shudder through my body. It definitely didn't sound very pleased to see me out of my sixth period class behind the T-buildings near the parking lot.
"Er," I muttered. "I have a hall pass?" I said, turning around to see the security guard behind me. I didn't want to know how she knew my name...
"Mmmhmmm. I see. Where is this mysterious hall pass that you possess?"
I dug in my pocket to find a small sheet of paper that my teacher had given me weeks ago with no date or time or place on it, just her signature.
The security guard held the tiny piece of paper in her hands. "Where are you supposed to be?" she asked.
"I was heading towards Miss Smith's room to talk to her about a test."
"And that would explain why you are sitting out here? Come with me," she said sternly.
I mentally gulped as I followed her to the office, praying that I could get off easily, maybe just an after school detention or something. I knew if Terrence found out, he wouldn't be happy. After all, it wasn't the first time I had skipped school and I knew that there was a silent promise that if I skipped again, I wouldn't be happy, either.
We arrived at the assistant principal's office in a matter of minutes and the security guard explained the situation to him. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I didn't like the direction this was heading.
Mr. Vaughn thanked the woman and asked me to have a seat and I did so.
I shifted uncomfortably. "Does your teacher know that you're at school?" he asked.
I figured telling the truth would help me out in the long run. "Er, no," I stammered.
He nodded. "When did she write you this pass?"
"Last week."
He nodded again. He did not speak for a few minutes, only stared at me with a look of disappointment. We were on fairly close terms. After the cheating incident, we spoke to each other in the hallways, and even at lunch we carried on a conversation. That's why I hoped he'd let me off fairly easy... "Can you make after school detention tomorrow?" he asked.
I nodded, suppressing a smile.
He nodded back at me and turned to the computer that sat beside him. He began punching at the keys until the paper was all finished. He did a spell check, to my surprise of course, I figured that teachers and principals didn't need spell checks and stuff, and then he printed out the paper and handed it to me. "Get Terrence to sign this tonight, bring it back tomorrow afternoon for your detention. This is a serious offense, Brianna. I don't want this to happen again."
I nodded.
"And don't think about forging that because if it looks like you did, I'll call him..."
He must have been reading my mind. I smiled a bit and said, "yes, sir."
I was dismissed from his office when the bell rang and I met up with my ride home and asked them if they minded staying a little late for my detention the next day. My friend punched me playfully and said she didn't mind but wanted to know details.
I figured Terrence would want details, too. That's why I waited until after dinner and after it had settled and while we were watching TV to casually ask him to sign it. "Oh," I said, as if I was giving him something trivial, a note about a new policy or something, "can you sign this?"
I handed him the paper and he looked at it for a moment, then changed the look on his face. He read the entire thing then looked at me. "Explain this note to me, Brianna, 'cause to me, it sounds like you have detention for skipping class and I know that can't be right cause we've already had a discussion about you doing stuff like that..."
"Err, well, see... I um, yeah. I skipped sixth period. But it's only gym class and we weren't doing anything anyway so I didn't miss much!" I added quickly, hoping that it'd change his mind about things. Hah, yeah right.
He gave me that look. I tried to smile big and pretend like it was no big deal, but that worked for a whole two seconds. "What am I going to do with you," he bellowed. "This isn't the first time. You've skipped before. In fact, I'm sure that you've skipped more times than I know about..."
"I'm sure you skipped class plenty of times," I said, trying to avert the subject.
"Yeah, and when I was caught, I got my ass torn up."
That stopped me. "Well, then you know you would have done fine with just a good talking to and..."
"I think a good spanking is what's in line for you, young lady," he said. There it was. I was defeated.
"But Terrence... please... I learned my lesson and I won't do it again."
"I'm going to make sure that you hear the lesson loud and clear," he said. He sounded so corny, and I was sure he knew it, too. He was just trying to scare me more and more and make the situation more real...
"Can't I be grounded? That's what happens to all the other people my age..."
"Great for them. You ask me every time if you can be grounded and I give you the same answer every time. Now go to your room and stand in the corner with your pants and panties already down."
"Terrence... please can't I just..."
"NOW!" he bellowed, causing me to shudder.
"Yessir," I said quickly, standing up and practically running out of the room, getting a hard swat on the bottom on my way there. I entered my small room with fear still running through my body. Sure, I'd been spanked many times, but for some reason, my knees were shaking and my palms sweating. I really didn't want to be spanked. I was nearly 16 years old for Christ's sakes...
But, I couldn't stop the fact that he was going to spank me whether I complied or not. And it'd be easier on me if I complied. So, I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, then let them fall to the floor. I stepped out, my legs still shaking. I looked at the wall, almost in tears already. Then, I tugged my panties down and stepped out of them as well. It was never like that before. Every other time he'd tell me to pull my pants down and he'd wait 'til I was over his knee to pull my panties down...
I put my nose in the corner, blushing. I felt so young... so stupid. I felt like I was five years old again. I stood still for a few minutes, then got antsy from all the waiting. I whined a little to myself and moved around a little bit, twiddling my thumbs and admiring the cool breeze that my bottom would have for now. I nearly jumped three feet into the air when I heard the door open. I turned around to see Terrence standing there.
"Nose back in that corner, Young Lady!" he said sternly and I immediately assumed the position. Not only did I feel like I was five, I also felt like I was in the military! This was so humiliating. "Next time you decide to skip class I want you to remember this, do you understand me?"
I nodded.
"I expect a yes sir out of you, Young Lady."
I didn't like the way he was calling me young lady. I blushed and said, "yes, sir."
"That's better. Come here."
I blushed more and turned around and walked towards my brother, praying that my shirt was long enough to where he couldn't see anything. Of course, I knew he wasn't looking, but it was embarrassing to think that he could see anything. I blushed deeper.
The look on his face was that of satisfaction. "Bend over and touch your toes," he said sternly. I wanted to cry. This person seemed nothing like my brother who usually just spanked me and scolded me. I was sure being over his knee, or lying over my bed, would be a much better place to be than in the middle of the floor bent over and touching my toes. Things were so much different that way. If he popped me too hard, I'd probably let go of my toes, and then what? "Now, Young Lady!" he said, popping me on the bottom with his hand and gathering my attention back to him.
"Owww," I whined.
"Oh, trust me, this is going to hurt a lot more than that just did."
I gulped unconsciously and bent over, trying to touch my toes, but unable to reach that far down. When I looked back up at him, he just kind of gave me a look as if saying that I had to do whatever it took to reach my toes. I let out a soft whine, knowing where this was leading to... more embarrassment. I spread my feet apart a little bit and grabbed my toes, still managing to be in a lot of pain from not stretching too much.
"This is why you need to be in gym," he said, and I could tell that he was either grinning or trying not to.
I spread my feet a little farther apart until finally, I wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't straining.
I stared at the floor still embarrassed, my face more flushed than ever.
"If you ever and I mean EVER skip class again, Young Lady, I will blister your behind so badly that you won't be able to sit down for a week, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
WHACK!!!!!!!
The first whack hit me with full impact and I knew that it was Terrence's paddle. I let out a loud cry, but he didn't let up with the intensity of it. He kept spanking me and it seemed as if he spanked harder and harder as the time progressed.
By the time he finished, I was crying full-out. The tears were streaming down my face and I was grabbing onto my ankles for dear life so I wouldn't move my hands. My bottom was almost numb and it ached so badly and I was embarrassed and I knew that I had let him down so much. I cried harder and harder and he set the paddle down then told me abruptly, "go stand in the corner, your hands on your head, and I don't want you to so much as move your nose from where it's supposed to be."
I nodded weakly and hobbled over to the corner, my hands on my head and my bottom throbbing with every step. I stood in the corner, wanting to rub the sting out but knowing better than to do so. I still cried for the most part, and finally the crying died down and I was just sniffling. The sting was gradually going away, but I knew when Terrence said next time I wouldn't be sitting for a while, I probably wouldn't enjoy sitting for the rest of the day, and probably the next day in detention. I could only imagine what would happen if I skipped again, and it was something I didn't care to imagine. So I didn't. I just waited for this to be over, hoping that he would comfort me and hold me soon.
I could only hope though. "Brianna, come here," he called sternly, and I turned around to see him sitting on the bed. I wanted to cry again because that was when I realized that my spanking wasn't over. I kind of whined a little more, and had to sniffle more because I was still crying a little. But I did as I was ordered and hobbled over to Terrence, wincing with each step as my bottom still hurt a lot.
I stood next to him for a moment and looked down at him while his eyes still expressed disappointment. "Why would you do something like that and expect not to get caught, Brianna?"
"I... I don't know..." I muttered, wiping tears from my eyes and sniffling.
"I thought you knew better than that. No, I know you knew better than that."
"I did," I said, my lip quivering and more tears falling down my face.
"You're such a good kid. I can't believe that you would do something so stupid." I just stood there, trying not to let the words hit my stomach like they were. "I hope you learn your lesson this time," he said and guided me over his lap. "I'm so disappointed in you." He positioned me over his lap to where my hands touched the floor and my feet didn't. I stayed like that for a minute, letting everything sink in, and I'm sure that was the purpose of him keeping me there for that time. My bottom was tingling as it knew what was coming up, and definitely wasn't looking forward to it...
The first spanks caught me by surprise. They were hard and fast, and followed by plenty of other smacks. He didn't let up at all, didn't pause in between smacks, just kept going at the rapid pace until I was once again, bawling like a baby and kicking and pleading. I finally was too worn out to go on any further and I just lay limply over his lap, tears streaming down my face one after another and falling to the floor. My bottom was on fire all over, even the "sit spots" which probably hurt most of all because they were so tender. I cried and cried and cried until my older brother scooped me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, stroking my hair and telling me that everything would be all right and that I was still the greatest sister in the world and that he loved and cared about me so much. We sat like that for a few minutes, maybe even an hour, until I was all cried out and my sniffling even died down. He lifted me up and hugged me tightly then told me to go onto bed and he'd see me in the morning.
Needless to say, that night I slept on my stomach. The next afternoon in detention, I vowed to myself never to skip class again. =)
01 August 2002
Story: Cheater, Cheater
Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Another self-explanatory title... that's because I'm not that creative with titles lol.
Cheater, Cheater
by Breanna Carter
The fall air hit me fresh in the face as I walked to school on a Tuesday morning. It was the second month of my sophomore year, and I was sleepy as hell, staying up all night studying for my Biology test. I knew I would do great on it. In fact, I had studied so much that I neglected to do some math homework and read some stuff for an english quiz that we were going to have. But, I wasn't worried about it. An A in biology meant I could take Chemistry Honors and Biology II, the two classes I wanted to take.
I finally arrived at school where I greeted my friends, screaming hey and hugging them all. I walked with my friend Stephanie to the end of the hallway so she could go to her locker. We stood there for a moment, chatting about insignificant things. Then, she looked around and turned back to me.
"I got a copy of the test."
"Which test?" I asked.
"The huge history midterm that we have to take today."
"Holy shit... that thing's today???" I squeaked. Of course it'd be today, the same day as a huge biology test.
"Yeah... but hey, I have all of the answers, and we can make copies and sell it to everyone and makes some money while we pass it too!" she exclaimed with excitement.
I shrugged. "Sounds good, but where the hell are we going to copy it? And besides, I need to memorize the answers anyway..."
"We can hand-copy it... and look, we don't have history 'til 7th hour anyway. You don't have to memorize it, just hide it in your sleeve like everyone else does."
I grinned and nodded.
"Count me in," I said. We walked around the school to a big group of people. "Okay, look... we have a copy of the history exam that's today... but tell ya what, you give me five dollars each, I'll make you all your own copy, questions and answers, or just answers if you like."
They looked at me anxiously. "Where'd you get the test from?" one asked.
"That doesn't matter. But this is it," I said, holding up a copy of Mrs. Meachum's Midterm Exam. The kids looked at me in awe.
"Whoaaa," one said. "Okay, I'll take one," he said, getting a five dollar bill out of his wallet. The other kids did the same. I wrote down all of their names on a sheet of paper then Stephanie and I sat off to Biology where I gave her half a list of orders and I took the other half. We finished our tests then made the answer sheets. We both already made $25 each; and we were still going.
"I'll definitely take one!"
"Me, too!"
We almost had lines of people during 3rd period trying to get copies.
"Maybe we should write down different answers," I suggested. "That way it won't look so suspicious."
"Good idea. If they say anything, we'll just have to set them straight. If we get caught, so do they!"
I began writing down some off the wall answers for a very dumb kid named Stephen. He wouldn't even notice that they were wrong answers.
Finally, lunch rolled around and we finished off our last orders, coming out with $75 each. This was easy... I'd have to do it more often. I finished copying the last of the answers, giving the kids their papers. Then, I walked on to my next class, and finally I ended up in history where I sat in the back of the classroom with the answer sheet in the sleeve of my long hoodie. Every so often, I yawned and looked at the sheet, grinning to Stephanie who sat next to me. Everything was going smooth... that is, until I heard this voice...
"Brianna Carter!" Mrs. Meachum yelled.
I looked up. She was holding a white sheet of paper in her hand... a white sheet of paper with HISTORY MIDTERM EXAM written in big letters across the top.
"I was wondering why so many people were getting the right answers today!" She grabbed my left arm and my answer sheet went flying to the floor. Some people gasped, while others tried to hide their own answer sheet, and some just looked at me with sympathy. "How many of you have an answer sheet!" she yelled. No one confessed. "If you do not answer me, I will search your things until I find it!"
"I have one," a small girl named Lily said in her quiet voice.
"Who else?"
"Me," someone else confessed. There was a stirring in the room and nearly 10 people pulled out their answer sheets and handed them to her... everyone except for Stephanie. I eyed Stephanie, wondering if she would confess, too.
"Where did you all get these?" she asked the students. Some of them pointed to me, a couple pointed to Stephanie.
"Stephanie? Do you have a copy of the test?"
"No ma'am. I gave it to Brianna..."
"Did you make copies for these students?"
Stephanie looked at me then nodded slowly.
"I cannot believe this!" she hauled me up by the arm with one hand, and then Stephanie with the other and dragged us all the way to the office, yelling at both of us the entire way there. "You girls, cheating, copying my exams. I bet you sold them, too. You know better than this," she scolded. "I need to see Mr. Vaughn," she told the secretary as we entered the small room. "You two sit right there and do not move!" she ordered. We did as we were told, not daring to move, or even speak to one another.
We waited for what seemed like an eternity until the plump teacher stormed out of the office and shoved open the doors of the office and then the tall lean man appeared in front of us.
"Come in, ladies," he said softly.
I gulped and looked at Stephanie. I had never been in the principal's office before...
"Have a seat," he told us when we entered and shut the door, taking his own seat behind the large desk. "Okay, which of you is Brianna?" he asked.
"I- I am..." I stuttered.
"Okay, Brianna, without any interruptions from Stephanie, I want you to tell me exactly what happened, and I want the truth."
I nodded. "Well... uh... see last night, I studied all night for Biology and forgot about this huge history exam that was way too hard, anyway... and I got the copy of the test and decided to give some friends some answers, too," I said, not bothering to go into detail.
"Where did you get the copy of the test?"
"I found it."
"Found it where?"
I shrugged.
"Did you sell the copies of the tests?"
This stumped me. Should I tell the truth or lie? I figured I should go with the truth, since a lie could get me into a bigger mess. So, I nodded.
"Where's the money?"
"In my pocket..." I said, in a small voice, staring at the floor.
"Look at me, Brianna." I did so. "Give me the money." I pulled 15 five-dollar bills out of my pocket and gave it to him.
He looked at Stephanie. "Stephanie, tell me what happened," he said, leaving the money sitting on the desk.
"Well, uh... see... I..." she paused for a moment. "I got this copy of the test from an old friend of mine who had Mrs. Meachum a couple of years ago... and well... I showed it to Brianna and had the idea to copy it for the other kids... and to sell it... so that way, we could both ace the test and get some money."
"How many people did you sell it to?"
"A lot," she said, pulling out the 15 five-dollar bills that she had in her pocket, too. She placed them on the desk next to my money.
"Girls, this is a serious offense. Cheating on a midterm exam, possessing your own copy to sell to other students... That's grounds for expulsion, do you two realize that?"
My mouth dropped. I was hoping for a couple of days in school suspension, something where Terrence wouldn't find out. If he did... I wouldn't be able to sit for a week... not expulsion though... I couldn't get kicked out of school...
"But I won't go to those extremes since this is your first offense and the two of you have complied very well. But, I shall do no less than to suspend each of you for three days and you will each receive a failure grade on your midterm exams." He picked up a pen, and called out my number to me. "Is that your number, Brianna?" he asked.
"Yes... sir..." I said, trying to contain my tears. Suspension?? Terrence would be upset for sure...
He picked up the phone and dialed my number. After a minute or two, he hung up. "Is there another number that I can reach him at?"
Uh oh... Terrence wasn't home... There was only one other place he could be. "Work," I muttered, my hands shaking as I covered my face with them and the man called out the number then dialed it, proceeding to ask for a Terrence Carter, then telling him about the serious offense and how much I complied, but he would have to pick me up from school and I was suspended for three days. He then called Stephanie's parents, repeating the same procedure as he had with me.
"You two may wait outside until they get here. Then, I would like to have a conference with them." We both nodded and I went out of his office, my bottom tingling and happy that it would be able to sit for now.
I waited no longer than five minutes when I saw Terrence burst through the door. His face was clouded with anger and I tried my hardest not to break down right there, pleading for mercy. He talked to the secretary for a moment and then the secretary got Mr. Vaughn, and called us both into the office.
"Hello, I'm Greg Vaughn," he said, shaking Terrence's hand.
"Terrence Carter," my brother said, nodding.
"Seems as if we've had a little trouble with Brianna today," Mr. Vaughn said, obviously pretending that I wasn't there. Terrence knew I was there, though. He shot me a look that told me I was in for it when we got home. I just gulped and listened. "Apparently, she was caught cheating on her history midterm exam." He held up the test, my stomach cringing at the sight of it. "She and her friend got this paper from somewhere and copied it down then sold it to other students. Made a lot of money, too," he said, holding up the bills. "I guess they thought they could get away with it." He sat up in his chair. "Mr. Carter... cheating is a very serious offense at this school, a detention being issued if one student just looks at one answer of someone's test. For something like this, expulsion is usually necessary, seeing as the student not only cheated, but assisted others in it as well. Bribery, I guess you could call it? At any rate, I have no other choice than to suspend Brianna for 3 days. I am truly sorry about this, but no other measures could be taken."
Terrence nodded. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I can assure you that nothing like this will happen again." He and Mr. Vaughn stood, shaking hands once again. He put a hand on my back and led me out the door where I saw Stephanie and her father seated next to the door. I gave a weak smile and she returned it. Terrence and Mr. Vaughn said goodbye to one another and we walked out the door, me dreading what was going to happen more than ever at this point.
The first thing that happened when we got outside was unexpected. Terrence brought his hand down, hard, on my bottom. SMACK!!!
"Owwww," I whined, rubbing slightly where he had smacked, and looking around to make sure no one saw while blushing furiously.
"Oh, that's nothing compared to what you're going to get," he said. I didn't like the sound of this.
We made it to his car where he opened my door then said, "get in," very sternly, as if he thought I might run away or something, then he went around to the driver's side, seated himself, and started the engine. We drove off from school, me yearning for the protection that it offered me...
"I cannot believe you, Brianna," Terrence began. Starting his lecture early... that couldn't be good. "Stealing an exam --"
"I didn't steal it," I said defensively. "Steph got it from someone."
"Copying the answers down and selling them to other students..." I bet the sorry bastard kept the money for himself, too. "Cheating yourself on it! What were you doing all night last night when you said you were studying?"
"I WAS studying, Terrence. I was studying for Biology. I just forgot--"
"You forgot??? That's not a good enough fucking reason to cheat, young lady, and you know that."
"I know, I know." I might have needed to shut up, but I was feeling defensive. "It wasn't a good reason, there IS no good reason." Good move. "It was stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. And I was dumb to think I could get away with it. I just didn't figure it would be that big of a deal..."
"Not a big deal??? How many times have you cheated before, Brianna?" he asked, as if I had just admitted to a huge crime.
"Er, uh... well none..." I lied.
"Now, come on. Tell me the truth," he said. Okay, so good old Terrence probably did it a couple of times himself.
"Well... I've done it once or twice, maybe three times... but it wasn't anything big, just looking on someone's paper in a quiz," I admitted.
"Still, though, Brianna. Cheating is wrong. It's dishonest. By you cheating on this exam, you could have easily passed the class with an A, but it wouldn't be a true A. I'm just disappointed because I didn't think you would stoop so low as to cheat. True, we don't always remember to study. But if you don't study, face the consequences rather than make more for yourself, okay?"
I nodded.
"I admit, I've cheated a couple of times myself, and I'm not proud of it at all. I came home with an A on a test and Mom and Dad seemed so proud of me. But, I felt so ashamed because it wasn't me they were really proud of, it was the kid who sat next to me who actually studied for the test rather than hanging out with his buddies all night like me. But, Brianna... I know you're worth more than that. You've got a good head on your shoulders and where I can understand you getting a couple of answers from the kid next to you, I can't even imagine you copying the entire exam and selling the copies."
"Well, she should use different tests..."
"It is NOT her fault, Brianna Nicole." Uh oh, he was adding middle name in there. "I am trying to talk to you about this and all you're going to do is pop off to me?"
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Brianna, you were just suspended from school, okay? I'm not thrilled to death about having to leave work to come up here and get you. You need to respect me, understand?"
I nodded, slowly.
"I don't care if the teacher should have used different tests or if Stephanie shouldn't have gotten the copy, the point is, you did something wrong, and you need to accept that."
I nodded again. "Sorry," I muttered again. "I know what I did was wrong... I shouldn't have done it. I do feel really bad," I said, feeling a pit in my stomach.
We pulled into the driveway. "I want you to go to your room and wait for me. I'll be in there in a moment," he said, then I trotted off to my bedroom, hand shaking, heart beating quickly.
I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. It really wasn't that great of a wall, kind of off-white, cracking a bit. Oh, look, a stain. Where'd that come from?
tap tap tap!
Holy shit... I jumped about 4 feet in the air then realized it was just Terrence tapping on my door. My nerves were on edge, definitely.
"C- ahem. Come in," I said, weakly.
The door opened and Terrence came inside. "Brianna," he began. "I've already talked to you about what you've done wrong. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
I fumbled around inside my head, thinking of something that sounded good and sincere. I didn't want to say it if it wasn't sincere. "Well, ah, the only thing I can think to say is what you probably are thinking that I'ma say, and that's that I'm sorry, and I won't do it again. I really learned my lesson, with being sent to the office, suspended, and then you talked to me about it... I know how disappointed you are in me, and I didn't want to disappoint you like that, I didn't want to break your trust. But I did, and now I have to accept the consequences."
He nodded slowly. "I guess you already know what your punishment is then?" he asked. I did, I knew in fact what it would be, although I wished like hell that it wouldn't be the case.
"Terrence," I said, my voice in a whine, "can't we try something else... can't you ground me..." I pleaded.
He ignored me. "I have a punishment planned out for you. Since you are suspended for three days, I will get you up every morning at 6am, as if you were going to school, you will help clean the house, help me out in the yard, take a shower, and get a spanking to remind you of why you are at home instead of school. You will write me a one page essay each night on your thoughts about cheating on tests at school, and you will go to bed at 7pm, sharp. No telephone, no computer, no TV. As for right now, I'm going to spank your bare bottom with this hairbrush, and then you can stay in your room until dinner. That should give you enough time to think about what you've done. Any questions?" he asked.
Okay, when I asked for being grounded, I hadn't exactly asked for this.
But I nodded my head, knowing I had no other choice but to accept my punishment.
He sat down on my bed and I stood up, then he pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt and tugged my panties down to my knees. I winced as my bare bottom was exposed. I tried to convince myself that I deserved this, but it wouldn't help the pain at all.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
He began, his strong arm pounding the hairbrush onto my bare skin. "Owwww," I exclaimed, although the spanking had barely begun.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Owwwwwww, owwwieeeee," I whined, my legs beginning to kick furiously trying to stop the pain.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Arghhhh," I whined, my eyes beginning to tear up, although I did not want to cry...
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
He was showing no mercy on my bottom, and at this time I had broken down and began bawling like a baby. "I'm sorrrrryyyyyy," I pleaded through tears. "I--"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Owwwwww," I whined, sobbing and sobbing over his lap, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't move, I felt so bad. There was a pain in my stomach from disappointing my brother so much, and there was the pain in my bottom, the result of disappointing him. "I'm sorrryyyy," I muttered.
"Shhh, shhh, Brianna. It's okay," he said, patting my bottom lightly, then lifting me up. "It's okay, hon. Calm down." He hugged me tightly until my crying had died down a bit then kissed me on the forehead and left me in the room to think about what I had done until supper.
Cheater, Cheater
by Breanna Carter
The fall air hit me fresh in the face as I walked to school on a Tuesday morning. It was the second month of my sophomore year, and I was sleepy as hell, staying up all night studying for my Biology test. I knew I would do great on it. In fact, I had studied so much that I neglected to do some math homework and read some stuff for an english quiz that we were going to have. But, I wasn't worried about it. An A in biology meant I could take Chemistry Honors and Biology II, the two classes I wanted to take.
I finally arrived at school where I greeted my friends, screaming hey and hugging them all. I walked with my friend Stephanie to the end of the hallway so she could go to her locker. We stood there for a moment, chatting about insignificant things. Then, she looked around and turned back to me.
"I got a copy of the test."
"Which test?" I asked.
"The huge history midterm that we have to take today."
"Holy shit... that thing's today???" I squeaked. Of course it'd be today, the same day as a huge biology test.
"Yeah... but hey, I have all of the answers, and we can make copies and sell it to everyone and makes some money while we pass it too!" she exclaimed with excitement.
I shrugged. "Sounds good, but where the hell are we going to copy it? And besides, I need to memorize the answers anyway..."
"We can hand-copy it... and look, we don't have history 'til 7th hour anyway. You don't have to memorize it, just hide it in your sleeve like everyone else does."
I grinned and nodded.
"Count me in," I said. We walked around the school to a big group of people. "Okay, look... we have a copy of the history exam that's today... but tell ya what, you give me five dollars each, I'll make you all your own copy, questions and answers, or just answers if you like."
They looked at me anxiously. "Where'd you get the test from?" one asked.
"That doesn't matter. But this is it," I said, holding up a copy of Mrs. Meachum's Midterm Exam. The kids looked at me in awe.
"Whoaaa," one said. "Okay, I'll take one," he said, getting a five dollar bill out of his wallet. The other kids did the same. I wrote down all of their names on a sheet of paper then Stephanie and I sat off to Biology where I gave her half a list of orders and I took the other half. We finished our tests then made the answer sheets. We both already made $25 each; and we were still going.
"I'll definitely take one!"
"Me, too!"
We almost had lines of people during 3rd period trying to get copies.
"Maybe we should write down different answers," I suggested. "That way it won't look so suspicious."
"Good idea. If they say anything, we'll just have to set them straight. If we get caught, so do they!"
I began writing down some off the wall answers for a very dumb kid named Stephen. He wouldn't even notice that they were wrong answers.
Finally, lunch rolled around and we finished off our last orders, coming out with $75 each. This was easy... I'd have to do it more often. I finished copying the last of the answers, giving the kids their papers. Then, I walked on to my next class, and finally I ended up in history where I sat in the back of the classroom with the answer sheet in the sleeve of my long hoodie. Every so often, I yawned and looked at the sheet, grinning to Stephanie who sat next to me. Everything was going smooth... that is, until I heard this voice...
"Brianna Carter!" Mrs. Meachum yelled.
I looked up. She was holding a white sheet of paper in her hand... a white sheet of paper with HISTORY MIDTERM EXAM written in big letters across the top.
"I was wondering why so many people were getting the right answers today!" She grabbed my left arm and my answer sheet went flying to the floor. Some people gasped, while others tried to hide their own answer sheet, and some just looked at me with sympathy. "How many of you have an answer sheet!" she yelled. No one confessed. "If you do not answer me, I will search your things until I find it!"
"I have one," a small girl named Lily said in her quiet voice.
"Who else?"
"Me," someone else confessed. There was a stirring in the room and nearly 10 people pulled out their answer sheets and handed them to her... everyone except for Stephanie. I eyed Stephanie, wondering if she would confess, too.
"Where did you all get these?" she asked the students. Some of them pointed to me, a couple pointed to Stephanie.
"Stephanie? Do you have a copy of the test?"
"No ma'am. I gave it to Brianna..."
"Did you make copies for these students?"
Stephanie looked at me then nodded slowly.
"I cannot believe this!" she hauled me up by the arm with one hand, and then Stephanie with the other and dragged us all the way to the office, yelling at both of us the entire way there. "You girls, cheating, copying my exams. I bet you sold them, too. You know better than this," she scolded. "I need to see Mr. Vaughn," she told the secretary as we entered the small room. "You two sit right there and do not move!" she ordered. We did as we were told, not daring to move, or even speak to one another.
We waited for what seemed like an eternity until the plump teacher stormed out of the office and shoved open the doors of the office and then the tall lean man appeared in front of us.
"Come in, ladies," he said softly.
I gulped and looked at Stephanie. I had never been in the principal's office before...
"Have a seat," he told us when we entered and shut the door, taking his own seat behind the large desk. "Okay, which of you is Brianna?" he asked.
"I- I am..." I stuttered.
"Okay, Brianna, without any interruptions from Stephanie, I want you to tell me exactly what happened, and I want the truth."
I nodded. "Well... uh... see last night, I studied all night for Biology and forgot about this huge history exam that was way too hard, anyway... and I got the copy of the test and decided to give some friends some answers, too," I said, not bothering to go into detail.
"Where did you get the copy of the test?"
"I found it."
"Found it where?"
I shrugged.
"Did you sell the copies of the tests?"
This stumped me. Should I tell the truth or lie? I figured I should go with the truth, since a lie could get me into a bigger mess. So, I nodded.
"Where's the money?"
"In my pocket..." I said, in a small voice, staring at the floor.
"Look at me, Brianna." I did so. "Give me the money." I pulled 15 five-dollar bills out of my pocket and gave it to him.
He looked at Stephanie. "Stephanie, tell me what happened," he said, leaving the money sitting on the desk.
"Well, uh... see... I..." she paused for a moment. "I got this copy of the test from an old friend of mine who had Mrs. Meachum a couple of years ago... and well... I showed it to Brianna and had the idea to copy it for the other kids... and to sell it... so that way, we could both ace the test and get some money."
"How many people did you sell it to?"
"A lot," she said, pulling out the 15 five-dollar bills that she had in her pocket, too. She placed them on the desk next to my money.
"Girls, this is a serious offense. Cheating on a midterm exam, possessing your own copy to sell to other students... That's grounds for expulsion, do you two realize that?"
My mouth dropped. I was hoping for a couple of days in school suspension, something where Terrence wouldn't find out. If he did... I wouldn't be able to sit for a week... not expulsion though... I couldn't get kicked out of school...
"But I won't go to those extremes since this is your first offense and the two of you have complied very well. But, I shall do no less than to suspend each of you for three days and you will each receive a failure grade on your midterm exams." He picked up a pen, and called out my number to me. "Is that your number, Brianna?" he asked.
"Yes... sir..." I said, trying to contain my tears. Suspension?? Terrence would be upset for sure...
He picked up the phone and dialed my number. After a minute or two, he hung up. "Is there another number that I can reach him at?"
Uh oh... Terrence wasn't home... There was only one other place he could be. "Work," I muttered, my hands shaking as I covered my face with them and the man called out the number then dialed it, proceeding to ask for a Terrence Carter, then telling him about the serious offense and how much I complied, but he would have to pick me up from school and I was suspended for three days. He then called Stephanie's parents, repeating the same procedure as he had with me.
"You two may wait outside until they get here. Then, I would like to have a conference with them." We both nodded and I went out of his office, my bottom tingling and happy that it would be able to sit for now.
I waited no longer than five minutes when I saw Terrence burst through the door. His face was clouded with anger and I tried my hardest not to break down right there, pleading for mercy. He talked to the secretary for a moment and then the secretary got Mr. Vaughn, and called us both into the office.
"Hello, I'm Greg Vaughn," he said, shaking Terrence's hand.
"Terrence Carter," my brother said, nodding.
"Seems as if we've had a little trouble with Brianna today," Mr. Vaughn said, obviously pretending that I wasn't there. Terrence knew I was there, though. He shot me a look that told me I was in for it when we got home. I just gulped and listened. "Apparently, she was caught cheating on her history midterm exam." He held up the test, my stomach cringing at the sight of it. "She and her friend got this paper from somewhere and copied it down then sold it to other students. Made a lot of money, too," he said, holding up the bills. "I guess they thought they could get away with it." He sat up in his chair. "Mr. Carter... cheating is a very serious offense at this school, a detention being issued if one student just looks at one answer of someone's test. For something like this, expulsion is usually necessary, seeing as the student not only cheated, but assisted others in it as well. Bribery, I guess you could call it? At any rate, I have no other choice than to suspend Brianna for 3 days. I am truly sorry about this, but no other measures could be taken."
Terrence nodded. "Thank you, sir," he said. "I can assure you that nothing like this will happen again." He and Mr. Vaughn stood, shaking hands once again. He put a hand on my back and led me out the door where I saw Stephanie and her father seated next to the door. I gave a weak smile and she returned it. Terrence and Mr. Vaughn said goodbye to one another and we walked out the door, me dreading what was going to happen more than ever at this point.
The first thing that happened when we got outside was unexpected. Terrence brought his hand down, hard, on my bottom. SMACK!!!
"Owwww," I whined, rubbing slightly where he had smacked, and looking around to make sure no one saw while blushing furiously.
"Oh, that's nothing compared to what you're going to get," he said. I didn't like the sound of this.
We made it to his car where he opened my door then said, "get in," very sternly, as if he thought I might run away or something, then he went around to the driver's side, seated himself, and started the engine. We drove off from school, me yearning for the protection that it offered me...
"I cannot believe you, Brianna," Terrence began. Starting his lecture early... that couldn't be good. "Stealing an exam --"
"I didn't steal it," I said defensively. "Steph got it from someone."
"Copying the answers down and selling them to other students..." I bet the sorry bastard kept the money for himself, too. "Cheating yourself on it! What were you doing all night last night when you said you were studying?"
"I WAS studying, Terrence. I was studying for Biology. I just forgot--"
"You forgot??? That's not a good enough fucking reason to cheat, young lady, and you know that."
"I know, I know." I might have needed to shut up, but I was feeling defensive. "It wasn't a good reason, there IS no good reason." Good move. "It was stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. And I was dumb to think I could get away with it. I just didn't figure it would be that big of a deal..."
"Not a big deal??? How many times have you cheated before, Brianna?" he asked, as if I had just admitted to a huge crime.
"Er, uh... well none..." I lied.
"Now, come on. Tell me the truth," he said. Okay, so good old Terrence probably did it a couple of times himself.
"Well... I've done it once or twice, maybe three times... but it wasn't anything big, just looking on someone's paper in a quiz," I admitted.
"Still, though, Brianna. Cheating is wrong. It's dishonest. By you cheating on this exam, you could have easily passed the class with an A, but it wouldn't be a true A. I'm just disappointed because I didn't think you would stoop so low as to cheat. True, we don't always remember to study. But if you don't study, face the consequences rather than make more for yourself, okay?"
I nodded.
"I admit, I've cheated a couple of times myself, and I'm not proud of it at all. I came home with an A on a test and Mom and Dad seemed so proud of me. But, I felt so ashamed because it wasn't me they were really proud of, it was the kid who sat next to me who actually studied for the test rather than hanging out with his buddies all night like me. But, Brianna... I know you're worth more than that. You've got a good head on your shoulders and where I can understand you getting a couple of answers from the kid next to you, I can't even imagine you copying the entire exam and selling the copies."
"Well, she should use different tests..."
"It is NOT her fault, Brianna Nicole." Uh oh, he was adding middle name in there. "I am trying to talk to you about this and all you're going to do is pop off to me?"
"Sorry," I muttered.
"Brianna, you were just suspended from school, okay? I'm not thrilled to death about having to leave work to come up here and get you. You need to respect me, understand?"
I nodded, slowly.
"I don't care if the teacher should have used different tests or if Stephanie shouldn't have gotten the copy, the point is, you did something wrong, and you need to accept that."
I nodded again. "Sorry," I muttered again. "I know what I did was wrong... I shouldn't have done it. I do feel really bad," I said, feeling a pit in my stomach.
We pulled into the driveway. "I want you to go to your room and wait for me. I'll be in there in a moment," he said, then I trotted off to my bedroom, hand shaking, heart beating quickly.
I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. It really wasn't that great of a wall, kind of off-white, cracking a bit. Oh, look, a stain. Where'd that come from?
tap tap tap!
Holy shit... I jumped about 4 feet in the air then realized it was just Terrence tapping on my door. My nerves were on edge, definitely.
"C- ahem. Come in," I said, weakly.
The door opened and Terrence came inside. "Brianna," he began. "I've already talked to you about what you've done wrong. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
I fumbled around inside my head, thinking of something that sounded good and sincere. I didn't want to say it if it wasn't sincere. "Well, ah, the only thing I can think to say is what you probably are thinking that I'ma say, and that's that I'm sorry, and I won't do it again. I really learned my lesson, with being sent to the office, suspended, and then you talked to me about it... I know how disappointed you are in me, and I didn't want to disappoint you like that, I didn't want to break your trust. But I did, and now I have to accept the consequences."
He nodded slowly. "I guess you already know what your punishment is then?" he asked. I did, I knew in fact what it would be, although I wished like hell that it wouldn't be the case.
"Terrence," I said, my voice in a whine, "can't we try something else... can't you ground me..." I pleaded.
He ignored me. "I have a punishment planned out for you. Since you are suspended for three days, I will get you up every morning at 6am, as if you were going to school, you will help clean the house, help me out in the yard, take a shower, and get a spanking to remind you of why you are at home instead of school. You will write me a one page essay each night on your thoughts about cheating on tests at school, and you will go to bed at 7pm, sharp. No telephone, no computer, no TV. As for right now, I'm going to spank your bare bottom with this hairbrush, and then you can stay in your room until dinner. That should give you enough time to think about what you've done. Any questions?" he asked.
Okay, when I asked for being grounded, I hadn't exactly asked for this.
But I nodded my head, knowing I had no other choice but to accept my punishment.
He sat down on my bed and I stood up, then he pulled me over his lap, lifted my skirt and tugged my panties down to my knees. I winced as my bare bottom was exposed. I tried to convince myself that I deserved this, but it wouldn't help the pain at all.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
He began, his strong arm pounding the hairbrush onto my bare skin. "Owwww," I exclaimed, although the spanking had barely begun.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Owwwwwww, owwwieeeee," I whined, my legs beginning to kick furiously trying to stop the pain.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Arghhhh," I whined, my eyes beginning to tear up, although I did not want to cry...
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
He was showing no mercy on my bottom, and at this time I had broken down and began bawling like a baby. "I'm sorrrrryyyyyy," I pleaded through tears. "I--"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
"Owwwwww," I whined, sobbing and sobbing over his lap, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't move, I felt so bad. There was a pain in my stomach from disappointing my brother so much, and there was the pain in my bottom, the result of disappointing him. "I'm sorrryyyy," I muttered.
"Shhh, shhh, Brianna. It's okay," he said, patting my bottom lightly, then lifting me up. "It's okay, hon. Calm down." He hugged me tightly until my crying had died down a bit then kissed me on the forehead and left me in the room to think about what I had done until supper.
15 July 2002
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.
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!!!
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I squirmed a bit over his lap, kicking a little bit.
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“Owwwww,” I said, feeling the sting more and more as his smacks got harder and harder.
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“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!!!
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“Owwwwwwwww,” I groaned, by this time tears were streaming down my face.
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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.
01 July 2002
Story: Skipping Class
Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Title pretty much explains it.
Skipping Class
by Breanna Carter
It was the first day of the new Star Wars movie, and my friend and I HAD to be the first to see it, of course. Too bad the first showing was at 11am and we would be in stupid school, suffering with all of the other mortals whose parents wouldn't let them go.
I sighed loudly. "Steph, I just have to go see the movie... I've been waiting forever... I can't believe Terrence won't let me..."
Steph shrugged. "Sorry, Bri... wish there was something we could do..." She paused for a moment, obviously thinking about something. "Hey, how about we ditch class? I can meet you at the bus stop and then we can hang out at Wal-Mart or something for a few hours, doing absolutely nothing. Then we can go to see the movie at 11 or whatever? And we can buy the tickets in advance. It wouldn't be too bad, ya know? Not too far to walk."
I grinned. The idea was perfect! "You are genius, Stephanie! That's a great idea."
So there it was, our plan to ditch class. And us, being 15 and all, KNEW we wouldn't get caught, cause we knew everything. So we mapped out our plan and the day of the movie she and I met up at my bus stop and then walked to Wal-Mart. We goofed around in there for a little while, not enough to make anybody notice us or anything though. Finally an hour passed, and then another hour... and FINALLY it was 10am, and we walked to the movie theater, which was right next door. We gave them our tickets and sat in the already crowded theater. We had perfect seats, ones right on the side by the wall where we could put our feet up. The spot I ALWAYS sat at, unless someone else had already taken it.
We sat there through the movie, giggling at the funny parts, and basically enjoying the entire thing... That is, until a security guard came in with Terrence right next to him.
"Holy shit," I muttered. "Steph, hide," I said, as if we had anywhere to hide. But the theater was kind of big. Of course, Terrence knew EXACTLY where we were seated, cause, as I said, we ALWAYS sat there.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, trying to keep it down to a whisper. He grabbed my arm and lifted me up out of the chair, as if he was using no strength at all. I gulped, knowing that his real strength would be used on me later on. I glanced at Stephanie who was nervous as well...
Terrence dragged me down a couple of stairs and shot a look to Stephanie. "Come on," he told her and she obeyed his orders as she was as scared of him as me.
We finally all three stood out in the bright sunlight which nearly blinded me cause I was so used to the darkness of the movie theater. I had just KNOWN we wouldn't get caught... what could have gone wrong?
Terrence followed us to his car. "We're in deep shit, aren't we?" Stephanie whispered to me and I nodded.
"Get in," he said, and boy, he didn't have to tell us twice. He was royally pissed...
We sat in the backseat of his car and he drove us both to my house... Once we got there, we were ordered to go straight to my room. We did as we were told and sat nervously in my bed. Before too long, Terrence appeared inside with us.
"Explain yourselves," he said. I could feel the anger rising inside of him and knew the truth would be better than a lie.
"Well, uh, see... we really wanted to see it..."
"So you skipped school!" he bellowed. "After I TOLD you that I didn't want you leaving school to go see it." He took something out of his pocket. "I guess we won't be needing these then, huh?" he said, revealing two tickets to the movie. I looked down at the floor. Great, now the guilt trip. "I bought these tickets because I figured maybe after school today you'd want to go. But instead you deliberately disobeyed me and went during school." A knot formed in my stomach. "What do you girls have to say for yourselves?"
I had almost forgotten that Steph was with me. "I'm sorry, Terrence... Please don't call Steph's parents, it was my idea..."
"Oh, I'm not going to, she is..." he said, picking up the cordless phone from it's spot next to my bed and giving it to her. "Dial," he commanded.
"Please, Terrence... Isn't there something else..."
I didn't say anything, just sat there.
"Stephanie, I want you to call your parents. They should deal with you instead of me," he said, sounding more calm.
"Please... I'll do anything..."
Terrence sighed. I could tell that he was debating inside his head. "Okay, I'm going to spank Brianna for what she did... are you willing to be spanked as well?"
She nodded her head. Oh gah, I thought, she has no idea what she's gotten herself into.
"Okay then. You two girls knew that skipping school isn't allowed.. What were you thinking Brianna, Stephanie?"
"I don't know," I muttered. "I'm sorry, Terrence..." I looked into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him. "Please, don't spank us... please..."
"I have to, Brianna. Do you realize you could have gotten kidnapped or hurt... or something could have happened to me and they would have tried to contact you and they couldn't? Anything could have happened... I can't believe you two skipped school in the first place, but after I specifically told you that you couldn't go this morning. I'm so disappointed in you."
"I've learned my lesson though, honest. I won't do it again."
"Brianna, you are getting a spanking and if you try to talk your way out of it anymore, I will take off this belt, understand me?"
That got me quiet.
"Okay, Brianna, you're first. Pants and panties down," he said.
I nodded, wanting to plead, but not being able to for fear of his dreadful belt. I let my pants fall to my feet, as well as my panties, and then placed myself over his lap, my bare bottom in the air. I was so embarrassed, being spanked in front of my friend...
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He began, spanking me in rhythm, as always. I was already squirming, even though he was only using his hand, but it hurt!
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"Owwwwwww," I said, now feeling the full effect as he smacked my sit spots. "I'm sorryyyyyyy.. I'm Sorrryyyy, Terrence..."
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I was pleading and kicking and crying... I couldn't speak, I was crying so much.
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"I (gulp) I'm soww-- y..."
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I kicked more and more, feeling his fierce hand against my bottom. I desperately hoped that it was almost over...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"I do not EVER want you to skip school again, young lady. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!! Do you understand me, Brianna?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
"Yesssssss," I said, still crying.
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I finally was so drained of my energy I couldn't kick anymore, just cry... cry loudly over Terrence's knee. He patted my bottom. "It's okay, Bri. Shhhhh, it's okay." He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. "I'm all finished now, okay? I don't want you skipping school again. You worried me."
I nodded. "I'm sorry..." I said.
"I know you are, hon. Just don't do it again, k?"
"Okay."
He lifted me up and then looked towards Stephanie. "Come on, Stephie, your turn." I could see her shaking with fear and anxiety. After all, it was the first time she had ever been spanked. I, on the other hand, got spanked rather than grounded, like normal people my age.
She nodded her head. He told her to drop the pants and panties, but alas, she didn't. I raised my eyebrows, still crying. I knew saying no to Terrence was a big no no...
"Stephanie, drop them now." he said sternly.
She shook her head.
Instead of just waiting it out, he knew she wasn't going to do it, so he did it for her. He unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the ground and then pulled her over his knee and took her panties down exposing her pale bottom. Stephanie was already crying.
He didn't lecture just began the spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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By this time Stephanie was throwing a fit! She was kicking and screaming and crying and her bottom was bright red and I knew it was hurting her dearly. I shifted as I watched, my own bottom hurting more. "I'm sorryyyyyyyyy," she screamed. Those must be the automatic words when one is being spanked.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"Stephanie, I don't ever want you to skip class again, understand me?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
She nodded and nodded, lying limply over his lap. He lifted her up and hugged her. "It's okay, it's all over now." He scooped me up and cuddled with us both. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just wouldn't want something to happen to you girls, k?"
We both nodded.
"We're sorry, too, Terrence. We won't do it again."
He smiled and held us there until we were both okay again.
Skipping Class
by Breanna Carter
It was the first day of the new Star Wars movie, and my friend and I HAD to be the first to see it, of course. Too bad the first showing was at 11am and we would be in stupid school, suffering with all of the other mortals whose parents wouldn't let them go.
I sighed loudly. "Steph, I just have to go see the movie... I've been waiting forever... I can't believe Terrence won't let me..."
Steph shrugged. "Sorry, Bri... wish there was something we could do..." She paused for a moment, obviously thinking about something. "Hey, how about we ditch class? I can meet you at the bus stop and then we can hang out at Wal-Mart or something for a few hours, doing absolutely nothing. Then we can go to see the movie at 11 or whatever? And we can buy the tickets in advance. It wouldn't be too bad, ya know? Not too far to walk."
I grinned. The idea was perfect! "You are genius, Stephanie! That's a great idea."
So there it was, our plan to ditch class. And us, being 15 and all, KNEW we wouldn't get caught, cause we knew everything. So we mapped out our plan and the day of the movie she and I met up at my bus stop and then walked to Wal-Mart. We goofed around in there for a little while, not enough to make anybody notice us or anything though. Finally an hour passed, and then another hour... and FINALLY it was 10am, and we walked to the movie theater, which was right next door. We gave them our tickets and sat in the already crowded theater. We had perfect seats, ones right on the side by the wall where we could put our feet up. The spot I ALWAYS sat at, unless someone else had already taken it.
We sat there through the movie, giggling at the funny parts, and basically enjoying the entire thing... That is, until a security guard came in with Terrence right next to him.
"Holy shit," I muttered. "Steph, hide," I said, as if we had anywhere to hide. But the theater was kind of big. Of course, Terrence knew EXACTLY where we were seated, cause, as I said, we ALWAYS sat there.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, trying to keep it down to a whisper. He grabbed my arm and lifted me up out of the chair, as if he was using no strength at all. I gulped, knowing that his real strength would be used on me later on. I glanced at Stephanie who was nervous as well...
Terrence dragged me down a couple of stairs and shot a look to Stephanie. "Come on," he told her and she obeyed his orders as she was as scared of him as me.
We finally all three stood out in the bright sunlight which nearly blinded me cause I was so used to the darkness of the movie theater. I had just KNOWN we wouldn't get caught... what could have gone wrong?
Terrence followed us to his car. "We're in deep shit, aren't we?" Stephanie whispered to me and I nodded.
"Get in," he said, and boy, he didn't have to tell us twice. He was royally pissed...
We sat in the backseat of his car and he drove us both to my house... Once we got there, we were ordered to go straight to my room. We did as we were told and sat nervously in my bed. Before too long, Terrence appeared inside with us.
"Explain yourselves," he said. I could feel the anger rising inside of him and knew the truth would be better than a lie.
"Well, uh, see... we really wanted to see it..."
"So you skipped school!" he bellowed. "After I TOLD you that I didn't want you leaving school to go see it." He took something out of his pocket. "I guess we won't be needing these then, huh?" he said, revealing two tickets to the movie. I looked down at the floor. Great, now the guilt trip. "I bought these tickets because I figured maybe after school today you'd want to go. But instead you deliberately disobeyed me and went during school." A knot formed in my stomach. "What do you girls have to say for yourselves?"
I had almost forgotten that Steph was with me. "I'm sorry, Terrence... Please don't call Steph's parents, it was my idea..."
"Oh, I'm not going to, she is..." he said, picking up the cordless phone from it's spot next to my bed and giving it to her. "Dial," he commanded.
"Please, Terrence... Isn't there something else..."
I didn't say anything, just sat there.
"Stephanie, I want you to call your parents. They should deal with you instead of me," he said, sounding more calm.
"Please... I'll do anything..."
Terrence sighed. I could tell that he was debating inside his head. "Okay, I'm going to spank Brianna for what she did... are you willing to be spanked as well?"
She nodded her head. Oh gah, I thought, she has no idea what she's gotten herself into.
"Okay then. You two girls knew that skipping school isn't allowed.. What were you thinking Brianna, Stephanie?"
"I don't know," I muttered. "I'm sorry, Terrence..." I looked into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him. "Please, don't spank us... please..."
"I have to, Brianna. Do you realize you could have gotten kidnapped or hurt... or something could have happened to me and they would have tried to contact you and they couldn't? Anything could have happened... I can't believe you two skipped school in the first place, but after I specifically told you that you couldn't go this morning. I'm so disappointed in you."
"I've learned my lesson though, honest. I won't do it again."
"Brianna, you are getting a spanking and if you try to talk your way out of it anymore, I will take off this belt, understand me?"
That got me quiet.
"Okay, Brianna, you're first. Pants and panties down," he said.
I nodded, wanting to plead, but not being able to for fear of his dreadful belt. I let my pants fall to my feet, as well as my panties, and then placed myself over his lap, my bare bottom in the air. I was so embarrassed, being spanked in front of my friend...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He began, spanking me in rhythm, as always. I was already squirming, even though he was only using his hand, but it hurt!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"Owwwwwww," I said, now feeling the full effect as he smacked my sit spots. "I'm sorryyyyyyy.. I'm Sorrryyyy, Terrence..."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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I was pleading and kicking and crying... I couldn't speak, I was crying so much.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"I (gulp) I'm soww-- y..."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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I kicked more and more, feeling his fierce hand against my bottom. I desperately hoped that it was almost over...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"I do not EVER want you to skip school again, young lady. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!! Do you understand me, Brianna?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
"Yesssssss," I said, still crying.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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I finally was so drained of my energy I couldn't kick anymore, just cry... cry loudly over Terrence's knee. He patted my bottom. "It's okay, Bri. Shhhhh, it's okay." He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. "I'm all finished now, okay? I don't want you skipping school again. You worried me."
I nodded. "I'm sorry..." I said.
"I know you are, hon. Just don't do it again, k?"
"Okay."
He lifted me up and then looked towards Stephanie. "Come on, Stephie, your turn." I could see her shaking with fear and anxiety. After all, it was the first time she had ever been spanked. I, on the other hand, got spanked rather than grounded, like normal people my age.
She nodded her head. He told her to drop the pants and panties, but alas, she didn't. I raised my eyebrows, still crying. I knew saying no to Terrence was a big no no...
"Stephanie, drop them now." he said sternly.
She shook her head.
Instead of just waiting it out, he knew she wasn't going to do it, so he did it for her. He unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the ground and then pulled her over his knee and took her panties down exposing her pale bottom. Stephanie was already crying.
He didn't lecture just began the spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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By this time Stephanie was throwing a fit! She was kicking and screaming and crying and her bottom was bright red and I knew it was hurting her dearly. I shifted as I watched, my own bottom hurting more. "I'm sorryyyyyyyyy," she screamed. Those must be the automatic words when one is being spanked.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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"Stephanie, I don't ever want you to skip class again, understand me?" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
She nodded and nodded, lying limply over his lap. He lifted her up and hugged her. "It's okay, it's all over now." He scooped me up and cuddled with us both. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just wouldn't want something to happen to you girls, k?"
We both nodded.
"We're sorry, too, Terrence. We won't do it again."
He smiled and held us there until we were both okay again.
01 June 2002
Story: Stealing Is Bad
The unofficial first story in the Terrence/Brianna series. Bri recounts her first spanking as she awaits her second... for the same offense.
Stealing Is Bad
by Breanna Carter
My mind drifted back to when I was twelve years old. I was only a child, it was my first year living with my older brother, Terrence. I was in Wal-Mart with some "friends" and I wanted to fit in, to be cool. And according to them, fitting in and being cool meant stealing some stuff. Sure, I knew it was wrong, and I really didn't even want the stuff. But I did it anyway. And I got caught. I remembered how disappointed Terrence looked, and how he lectured me about how I knew that it was wrong and I did it anyway, and how I could have gone to jail for that. And I got spanked... the first time he had spanked me... I thought I was too old, but as the belt hit my naked flesh, I still broke down and cried like a baby.
Yes, I was remembering this now, when it was too late. Why couldn't I have remembered it BEFORE I decided to steal again. I sighed to myself, sitting down in the chair in the manager's office. I was a 14 year old in deep shit. That's about what it boiled down to.
I had walked down the aisles of the store. I had no money, but it didn't bother me much... that is, until I found a CD I had been wanting for the last couple of months. I looked around me to see if anybody was watching, and nobody was there. I looked above me to see a couple of cameras. I got smart, though. I picked up two CDs and put them into the pocket of my hoodie. I held them close together so it looked like one. I then proceeded to take the wrap off of the one I wanted as I walked around, browsing through the CDs more. I went back to where I had found the CDs, took the one out of my pocket, looked at it and placed it back on the shelf. I walked a little bit through Target more, then desperately wished that I had the money to buy anything, just so I wouldn't feel like I looked so suspicious. Finally I calmed myself down and walked out of the store... only to be interrupted by a loud beeping noise. I looked around and saw an officer approach me.
"Care to show me what's in your pockets?" he asked.
"Um... I..." I stuttered. Shit, I said to myself. I took the CD out of my pocket and then swore that it was my CD and I had had it in there before I came to the store. I just forgot to take it out. My friend and I were going to listen to it in his car.
"Follow me," the man answered.
I did as I was told and we ended up in a small room where there were small TVs everywhere. The officer talked to another man who found the tape by the CD section and rewound it to minutes earlier. It showed me. And I had picked up two CDs, you could tell. And I only put one back. Dammit.
The officer looked at me. "Okay," I admitted.
"Okay what?"
"I was going to take the CD. I'm sorry... I'll pay you back when I get the money.."
"I need a name and a phone number where I can reach your parents."
"Brianna Carter," I muttered, plopping myself down on the chair and holding my head in my hands, shaking so badly I wanted to cry. I spat out the number to my house and told them Terrence's name.
Within about five minutes we heard a knock on the door and then I saw Terrence in the doorway. I couldn't look him in the eyes, but I could tell he was angry. He spoke with the officer for a few minutes as the officer explained what happened and showed the tape. Terrence paid the man $20 for the CD and apologized at least five times, nudging me to get me to apologize, too. The man said he wouldn't press charges this time, but he didn't want to see me around anytime in the near future. He didn't have to worry, I wasn't going to be around there anytime soon.
We said nothing our entire ride in the car. It was so much deja vu I couldn't stand it. Especially the part when I got home. I prayed and prayed that this drive would take longer, but it didn't and we were in front of our house in no time.
He followed me inside and directed me to sit on the couch. I did as I was told and waited for the lecture to begin.
He stood there for a moment, towering over me... more than usual. His face was filled with disappointment and anger... I feared for my life.
"I guess you didn't learn your lesson last time," he began. I had hoped he wouldn't remember that... "What do I have to do, Brianna... follow you everywhere you go and watch your every move to make sure you're not doing something that you're not supposed to? You know that stealing is wrong. I'm sure you've known that since you were a small child and our parents smacked you on the hand for trying to take something that wasn't yours. You are lucky that the store didn't press charges or we would have had a huge fine to pay and you'd be on your way to juvi. How about that, Brianna?"
I didn't say anything, just looked at my toes.
"I'm so upset that you would do something like this," he said, almost concluding his lecture. "You're 14 years old, you know better than that." He paused for a moment. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
"Of course you are. Go to your room."
I stood from my position on the couch and wiped my eyes that were beginning to tear up, then found myself in my room where I sat on my bed and waited.
The waiting was the worst part. It probably wasn't more than a minute or two, but it seemed like hours. I could hear the clock ticking and it was making my heart beat faster and faster. Then I heard the door open behind me and Terrence came inside.
He sat down on my bed next to me. "I love you, Brianna, that is the only reason I'm doing this, okay?"
I nodded, glad that he didn't say that famous "this is hurting me more than you" phrase.
"Stand up," he said, "and pull down your pants."
This alone was enough to make me want to cry and plead. But surprisingly, I didn't. I just obeyed. He pulled me across his lap and positioned me where my feet weren't quite touching the ground, but my hands were. They stayed glued to the ground because they were shaking so much.
He didn't hesitate to begin the spanking, which was a good thing because it didn't give me much time to worry about it.
SMACK!!!
His first spank made me jump. It was a lot worse than I remembered and it was stinging and it hurt really badly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owww," I whined, but I knew this was only the beginning.
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I began kicking and whining.
"Stop it, Brianna," Terrence said sternly.
I stopped a bit, but it hurt so much I couldn't help but wiggle.
He then pulled down my panties...
"Nooooo," I whined and moved my hand back to keep them up. "Pleaseeee don't I'm sorryyyyy." I begged and begged, but his only response was to smack my bottom again and tell me to move my hand. I finally placed my hand back on the ground and prepared for more.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
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His hand hitting my bare skin made me kick, squirm, and cry. I couldn't squirm too much, though because he had a firm grip on me. "I don't ever SMACK SMACK!!! want you to SMACK!!! steal again SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! Understand? SMACK SMACK!!!"
"Yesssss," I cried. I was in tears and I wanted him to stop so badly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He stopped for a few minutes and let me regain myself. He lifted me up and directed me over to the corner where I stood without rubbing the sting out for about five minutes.
"Okay, Brianna, come here." I was hoping he was going to cuddle with me and soothe me telling me that everything was all right and it was over, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Instead, he stood there with his belt. I walked towards him on shaky knees. "Bend over the bed."
"Terrence..." I begged. "Please... I'm sorry... I've had enough."
"Brianna, bend over the bed."
I hesitated. "Please no more... Pleaseee," I whined.
He didn't say anything, just gave me the look. When I made no move towards the bed he gave me three sharp smacks on my already sore bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owww," I complained. Finally, I reluctantly bent over the edge of the bed and prepared for the final (hopefully) part of my punishment.
I laid across the bed, waiting nervously for him to begin. I wanted to mutter apologies and promise never to do it again, but I knew he wouldn't give me any mercy.
WHAAPP!!!
"Owwwwwwwwww," I whined, stomping my feet with fresh tears running down my face.
WHAAPP!!!
I buried my head into the blankets, still crying.
WHAAPP!!!
WHAAPP!!!
I began crying harder and struggling to free myself from this pain.
"Brianna, if you don't stop, I will only give you more." WHAAPP!!!
"But it... hurtsssss," I cried.
WHAAPP!!! "I know it does, it's supossed to. WHAAPP!!! Think about this WHAAPP!!! next time you want to steal something. WHAAPP!!!"
I heard him sit the belt down on the floor and I just laid on the bed, crying into the sheets and gasping for air. "I-I'm sor- sorry..." I muttered. He lifted me up.
"Brianna, I know you are, but I will not tolerate any type of theft. You will hurt yourself in more ways than I am hurting you right now. I'm so disappointed in you, Brianna..." He then pulled me over his lap.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" I whined, struggling to free from his grip, but he was too strong and I was over his lap before I knew it.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
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He spanked my already red bottom with his hand and I laid there, taking it, unable to move any longer.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. He rubbed my back and calmed me in his soothing voice. "It's all over, Brianna. I'm not going to spank you anymore, okay?"
"Okay, Terrence," I said, still crying. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"You better not."
Stealing Is Bad
by Breanna Carter
My mind drifted back to when I was twelve years old. I was only a child, it was my first year living with my older brother, Terrence. I was in Wal-Mart with some "friends" and I wanted to fit in, to be cool. And according to them, fitting in and being cool meant stealing some stuff. Sure, I knew it was wrong, and I really didn't even want the stuff. But I did it anyway. And I got caught. I remembered how disappointed Terrence looked, and how he lectured me about how I knew that it was wrong and I did it anyway, and how I could have gone to jail for that. And I got spanked... the first time he had spanked me... I thought I was too old, but as the belt hit my naked flesh, I still broke down and cried like a baby.
Yes, I was remembering this now, when it was too late. Why couldn't I have remembered it BEFORE I decided to steal again. I sighed to myself, sitting down in the chair in the manager's office. I was a 14 year old in deep shit. That's about what it boiled down to.
I had walked down the aisles of the store. I had no money, but it didn't bother me much... that is, until I found a CD I had been wanting for the last couple of months. I looked around me to see if anybody was watching, and nobody was there. I looked above me to see a couple of cameras. I got smart, though. I picked up two CDs and put them into the pocket of my hoodie. I held them close together so it looked like one. I then proceeded to take the wrap off of the one I wanted as I walked around, browsing through the CDs more. I went back to where I had found the CDs, took the one out of my pocket, looked at it and placed it back on the shelf. I walked a little bit through Target more, then desperately wished that I had the money to buy anything, just so I wouldn't feel like I looked so suspicious. Finally I calmed myself down and walked out of the store... only to be interrupted by a loud beeping noise. I looked around and saw an officer approach me.
"Care to show me what's in your pockets?" he asked.
"Um... I..." I stuttered. Shit, I said to myself. I took the CD out of my pocket and then swore that it was my CD and I had had it in there before I came to the store. I just forgot to take it out. My friend and I were going to listen to it in his car.
"Follow me," the man answered.
I did as I was told and we ended up in a small room where there were small TVs everywhere. The officer talked to another man who found the tape by the CD section and rewound it to minutes earlier. It showed me. And I had picked up two CDs, you could tell. And I only put one back. Dammit.
The officer looked at me. "Okay," I admitted.
"Okay what?"
"I was going to take the CD. I'm sorry... I'll pay you back when I get the money.."
"I need a name and a phone number where I can reach your parents."
"Brianna Carter," I muttered, plopping myself down on the chair and holding my head in my hands, shaking so badly I wanted to cry. I spat out the number to my house and told them Terrence's name.
Within about five minutes we heard a knock on the door and then I saw Terrence in the doorway. I couldn't look him in the eyes, but I could tell he was angry. He spoke with the officer for a few minutes as the officer explained what happened and showed the tape. Terrence paid the man $20 for the CD and apologized at least five times, nudging me to get me to apologize, too. The man said he wouldn't press charges this time, but he didn't want to see me around anytime in the near future. He didn't have to worry, I wasn't going to be around there anytime soon.
We said nothing our entire ride in the car. It was so much deja vu I couldn't stand it. Especially the part when I got home. I prayed and prayed that this drive would take longer, but it didn't and we were in front of our house in no time.
He followed me inside and directed me to sit on the couch. I did as I was told and waited for the lecture to begin.
He stood there for a moment, towering over me... more than usual. His face was filled with disappointment and anger... I feared for my life.
"I guess you didn't learn your lesson last time," he began. I had hoped he wouldn't remember that... "What do I have to do, Brianna... follow you everywhere you go and watch your every move to make sure you're not doing something that you're not supposed to? You know that stealing is wrong. I'm sure you've known that since you were a small child and our parents smacked you on the hand for trying to take something that wasn't yours. You are lucky that the store didn't press charges or we would have had a huge fine to pay and you'd be on your way to juvi. How about that, Brianna?"
I didn't say anything, just looked at my toes.
"I'm so upset that you would do something like this," he said, almost concluding his lecture. "You're 14 years old, you know better than that." He paused for a moment. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
"Of course you are. Go to your room."
I stood from my position on the couch and wiped my eyes that were beginning to tear up, then found myself in my room where I sat on my bed and waited.
The waiting was the worst part. It probably wasn't more than a minute or two, but it seemed like hours. I could hear the clock ticking and it was making my heart beat faster and faster. Then I heard the door open behind me and Terrence came inside.
He sat down on my bed next to me. "I love you, Brianna, that is the only reason I'm doing this, okay?"
I nodded, glad that he didn't say that famous "this is hurting me more than you" phrase.
"Stand up," he said, "and pull down your pants."
This alone was enough to make me want to cry and plead. But surprisingly, I didn't. I just obeyed. He pulled me across his lap and positioned me where my feet weren't quite touching the ground, but my hands were. They stayed glued to the ground because they were shaking so much.
He didn't hesitate to begin the spanking, which was a good thing because it didn't give me much time to worry about it.
SMACK!!!
His first spank made me jump. It was a lot worse than I remembered and it was stinging and it hurt really badly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owww," I whined, but I knew this was only the beginning.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
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SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I began kicking and whining.
"Stop it, Brianna," Terrence said sternly.
I stopped a bit, but it hurt so much I couldn't help but wiggle.
He then pulled down my panties...
"Nooooo," I whined and moved my hand back to keep them up. "Pleaseeee don't I'm sorryyyyy." I begged and begged, but his only response was to smack my bottom again and tell me to move my hand. I finally placed my hand back on the ground and prepared for more.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
His hand hitting my bare skin made me kick, squirm, and cry. I couldn't squirm too much, though because he had a firm grip on me. "I don't ever SMACK SMACK!!! want you to SMACK!!! steal again SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! Understand? SMACK SMACK!!!"
"Yesssss," I cried. I was in tears and I wanted him to stop so badly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He stopped for a few minutes and let me regain myself. He lifted me up and directed me over to the corner where I stood without rubbing the sting out for about five minutes.
"Okay, Brianna, come here." I was hoping he was going to cuddle with me and soothe me telling me that everything was all right and it was over, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Instead, he stood there with his belt. I walked towards him on shaky knees. "Bend over the bed."
"Terrence..." I begged. "Please... I'm sorry... I've had enough."
"Brianna, bend over the bed."
I hesitated. "Please no more... Pleaseee," I whined.
He didn't say anything, just gave me the look. When I made no move towards the bed he gave me three sharp smacks on my already sore bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
"Owww," I complained. Finally, I reluctantly bent over the edge of the bed and prepared for the final (hopefully) part of my punishment.
I laid across the bed, waiting nervously for him to begin. I wanted to mutter apologies and promise never to do it again, but I knew he wouldn't give me any mercy.
WHAAPP!!!
"Owwwwwwwwww," I whined, stomping my feet with fresh tears running down my face.
WHAAPP!!!
I buried my head into the blankets, still crying.
WHAAPP!!!
WHAAPP!!!
I began crying harder and struggling to free myself from this pain.
"Brianna, if you don't stop, I will only give you more." WHAAPP!!!
"But it... hurtsssss," I cried.
WHAAPP!!! "I know it does, it's supossed to. WHAAPP!!! Think about this WHAAPP!!! next time you want to steal something. WHAAPP!!!"
I heard him sit the belt down on the floor and I just laid on the bed, crying into the sheets and gasping for air. "I-I'm sor- sorry..." I muttered. He lifted me up.
"Brianna, I know you are, but I will not tolerate any type of theft. You will hurt yourself in more ways than I am hurting you right now. I'm so disappointed in you, Brianna..." He then pulled me over his lap.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" I whined, struggling to free from his grip, but he was too strong and I was over his lap before I knew it.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He spanked my already red bottom with his hand and I laid there, taking it, unable to move any longer.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. He rubbed my back and calmed me in his soothing voice. "It's all over, Brianna. I'm not going to spank you anymore, okay?"
"Okay, Terrence," I said, still crying. "I'm sorry... I won't do it again."
"You better not."
30 May 2002
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.”
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.”
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