Story: Too Much

Misc Story.  Emma drinks too much, and her guardian punishes her.

Too Much
by Breanna Carter

The phone rang loudly through the house, echoing through the empty hallway. Trey groaned and looked at the clock that read it was 2am. He answered the phone with a tired scratchy voice.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Trey?” the man on the other line said.

“Yeah,” Trey said irritably.

“This is Josh, Jaina’s brother.” Ahh, Trey thought to himself. The girl that Emma was staying the night with. “Look, Emma is completely trashed... she can barely walk, and Jaina isn’t much better. She’s trying to talk us into letting her drive home, but we won’t let her. She’s just whining that she wants to go home...”

Trey sighed. He knew that Emma would get in a mess like this. After all, it was the last day of school and Jaina was known for her parties. He felt the anger and disappointment rise through his body. She had lied to him... said that it was just a sleepover and they wouldn’t do anything. True, he wasn’t her father, or even her brother really, just a friend who took her in whenever her father was hauled off to jail. But he couldn’t let something like this slide. Emma was only 16.. drinking was still illegal. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The ride over there he listened to soft music in the background, classical to calm him. He finally arrived to the two story house to see two boys sitting on the front porch.

“Hey,” one of them said.

Trey recognized him from school a couple of years back. These guys are at least 22, Trey thought to himself, wondering why the hell they would buy alcohol for kids, but not wanting to ask because he was surpressing his anger. “Where’s Emma?”

“She’s in here,” the taller one answered, motioning for Trey to follow him inside. He entered the lovely house, already seeing Jaina half asleep on the couch, moaning. He had the feeling that this would be a long night.

He was led up the stairs to where Emma sat on the bathroom floor, head in the toilet. She wasn’t speaking, just sitting there. A boy was behind her, patting her on the back, trying to make sure she was okay. Trey moved in. “Hey, Em?” he asked. She looked towards him, mouth dropped open. She was stone drunk. “Come on, let’s go home.” Emma nodded and tried to stand up, only to fall back over.

“Trey,” she asked, words slurred. “Am I drunk? Why are you here? I’m really drunk, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you’re drunk, and I’m here to take you home. Come on,” he said, reaching out for her lifeless hand. Attempting to pull her up was almost futile, so he just picked her up, cradling her small body against his, and carried her outside to the car. After gently seating her down, he made his way over to the driver’s seat where he drove, the classical music still playing.

“Trey,” she asked again. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad, I’m upset.”

“I’m really drunk, aren’t I?”

“Yes you are.”

“Have I already asked you that?”

“Yes you have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“How much did you drink?” Trey asked, figuring that she wouldn’t know, but it was worth a try.

“Ummmm, some vodka and some whiskey, and some other stuff... lots of stuff. I drank too much didn’t I?”

“That is a lot.”

“What time is it?”

“2:30.”

“Were you asleep?”

“No,” he lied.

“I could’ve drove home.”

“No, you couldn’t have. You’re drunk off your ass..”

“Yeah, I could’ve. I’m okay, I really am.”

He pulled into the driveway and helped her out of the car. “Trey,” she said, “I feel sick.”

He carried her to the bathroom where she sat with her head in the toilet for a good 30 minutes, finally throwing up twice. She whined, feeling like shit. He put her hair back in a ponytail and wiped her face and neck off with a wet washcloth.

“It’s going to be okay,” Trey said in his soothing voice. “Shhh, don’t cry,” he rubbed her back, worried to death about her. He desperately hoped that she hadn’t drank too much. After all, she was only 16.

“I wanna go home, and go to sleep,” she muttered.

“We are home. Come on, we can go to sleep. Can you walk?”

“No walk,” she moaned, beginning to crawl through the house.

“Well then, come on, let’s go to the den,” Trey said, crawling next to her. He felt like he was babysitting a 5 year old instead of looking after a 16 year old. He lead her to the den where he had already laid towels on the floor by a trashcan that sat next to the couch. He helped her up to the couch and said, “if you feel bad again, just throw up into the trashcan, okay?”

She made a noise but her eyes were shut and she was nearly asleep.

Trey sat at his desk in the den, writing. That’s what he did best. He listened to country music now, instead of classical. Yes, good old Trey listened to country music, although he didn’t look like it.

They sat like that for a few hours, Emma trying to throw up every so often, but to no avail.

Finally, around 6, Emma woke up. She looked around the room with a confused look on her face. “Did you come pick me up last night?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Did I throw up?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” He walked towards her.

“Why?”

“Because I threw up, and they called you. But thanks for picking me up.” Her body felt weak and she was dizzy, hardly able to see anything.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Vaguely.”

“How much did you drink?”

“I split a bottle of vodka with Jaina and Marie, and we drank some watermelon pucker, and then we had some whiskey and coke... but by the second glass, I don’t remember anything afterwards.”

Trey nodded. “Did anything bad happen, with Jaina’s older brother?”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, not looking into Trey’s eyes. “Are you really mad at me?” she asked.

“I’m upset. Go back to sleep, hun. Do you feel better?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to go to your bed?”

“No.”

He nodded as she dozed back to sleep.

Finally around 4 that evening, she woke up almost refreshed, but regretting last night more than ever. Her stomach not only suffered from distress because of alcohol, but also that guilty feeling. She couldn’t believe that she had let Trey down like that.

He left her a note saying that he was gone to run some errands for a little while and he would be back around 6. Eat lightly, if you need me call the cell.

Her stomach rumbled now from hunger at his mention of the word food. She hadn’t infact eaten since she had dinner last night. She pulled out some crackers from the cabinets, remembering how she was always told that saltine crackers are good whenever you have to throw up.

She ate a little bit then sat down to watch tv. The events of last night passed through her mind. Taking shots of alcohol, saying she didn’t want anymore but drinking it anyway, the dizziness that she felt, how Trey came to pick her up because he cared about her, he didn’t want her driving herself. It felt horrible, her father never cared. But Trey did. Trey cared enough to make sure she didn’t drive home in that condition.

At six, as promised, Trey walked into the door. “Well hello there, sleepy head.”

Emma smiled weakly. “Hey,” she said.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, bringing some walmart sacks into the kitchen and setting them on the table.

“I’m okay,” she said, not moving from her position on the couch. Trey sat next to her and felt her forehead.

“You scared me last night, kid.”

“How come?”

“You were completely shitfaced.”

She nodded. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. Do you have a headache?”

“No.”

“Are you dizzy?”

“A little bit.”

“Maybe lying down is a good idea. But tomorrow whenever you get up I want to talk to you about this, okay?”

Emma gulped, that was the part she was dreading. But she nodded.

Trey left her alone the rest of the evening, writing a bit, reading some, listening to music and talking on the phone. Emma just sat plopped in front of the tv, feeling too bad to even get on the computer. She went to bed that night at 9:30, feeling like shit, only to be followed by Trey who felt the same way because he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before.

*****

They sat on the couch next to one another, the tv off, no music playing. “I’m sorry. I really am. I know you’re really disappointed in me, and I feel really bad about letting you down like that. So I’m ready for whatever punishment you have to give me.”

He listened to her speak softly, even accepting the punishment that he had for her, but he wasn’t sure that she’d like what he was about to do. “Emma, you’re like a sister to me, and I love you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that, and whenever you lie to me, it hurts me. You knew what you were going to do before you did it, but you didn’t tell me. And I know why, because you were so stuck on doing it... But I am really let down and disappointed that you would do something like this. I don’t want this to ever happen again, am I clear?”

Emma nodded, feeling a tighter pit of guilt in her stomach.

“I’ve thought this through, Em. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I decided that the best way to deal with this would be to spank you.”

She almost choked hearing this. Sure, she’d been spanked before... even by Trey once. But it always made her feel so young and immature. She did deserve it, though, even if she was a 16 year old. She wanted to plead and beg for him to rethink his decision, surely grounding her for a month would have a greater affect, but it was too late. He already had her standing up, telling her to take down her pants.

“Trey,” she begged. “I’m sorry... please don’t do this...”

“Emma, I’m not playing games. Pull down your jeans.”

She kept a hold on the button of her jeans. “Please, don’t. I’m sorry.”

“If you don’t do it, then I will,” his voice threatened.

Emma blushed, but would not let go. “Trey... can’t we reason with one another.” After hearing her argue too much, Trey got tired of it and unbuttoned her pants himself, letting them fall to the ground. After they fell, all Emma could do was stand there in her shirt and panties and cry.

“Now, if you’d just do what I tell you then we wouldn’t have this problem,” he said, sternly, placing her across his lap. “The way you have acted is unacceptable, and by me doing this, you can be guiltless and you will have learned your lesson.” Emma wiped her eyes, waiting for his first smack to land across her bottom. Instead, she felt her panties being pulled down to her knees and her ass being exposed. This made her squirm.

“Nooo, please don’t do that..” she whined, trying to pull her panties back up. The only reply she got was a sharp smack on her ass, causing her to blush furiously and stop squirming.

“Put your hands down, Emma.”

She did as she was told, placing her hands down on the floor in front of her. She lay there for a moment, thoughts rushing over her head. She had so many feelings for Trey, he cared about her like no one else had. But she still had a crush on him like she used to because he was so darn cute. Quickly her thoughts faded as she felt him smack her ass, hard. He laid a good ten smacks on her and she tried not to fight and squirm, but they were so hard she had to. She had thought the last time she received a spanking that it was bad, but this was horrible!

“Emma SMACK, I’m very disappointed in you SMACK. You know SMACK that what you did was wrong SMACK and you did it anyway SMACK SMACK. And SMACK you LIED SMACK to me. SMACK.” He stopped lecturing and just spanked her for a little while, probably not spanking as hard as he could, but still pretty hard. She deserved this, she had done something wrong, and he was determined to show her that she would not do it again.

Meanwhile, Emma felt small across Trey’s lap. Felt small and weak, as if she was nothing. She did not cry, but instead whined and exclaimed ow everytime he spanked her. That is, until he began spanking quickly and firm, one sharp smack after another, landing on each cheek, and not giving her enough time to regain her composure after each time. Then she let a few tears fall from her eyes, squirming and trying not to fight too much, especially after she heard Trey’s warning voice. Finally, she gave up... she stopped fighting and just cried over his lap, lying limply there. He saw that she had had enough and landed the last few smacks across his friend’s ass, and then pulled her up. He held his arms around her tightly and soothed her, rubbing her bottom some to take out the sting.

“Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay, Em. I love you.” He held her there as she cried into his chest muttering apologies. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

Story: Concert

Part of the Terrence/Bri series.  Brianna goes to a concert without her brother's permission.

Concert
by Breanna Carter

"No," Terrence said, "End of story, Brianna. I'm not letting you drive all the way to Dallas on a Thursday evening to see some concert."

"But Terrencccee," I protested, stomping my foot. "It isn't fair. They're my favorite band!"

"I don't care if they're your favorite band. You can't go."

I poked my bottom lip out and whined. "Can't you take me?"

"No, I have to work."

"Arggghhhh," I sighed, exasperated. I stomped off towards my room and slammed the door shut, hoping that he took the hint that I was extremely pissed at him.

It was three days before the big concert in Dallas, a city about four hours away from me. There was no chance in hell that any good bands were coming anywhere closer to me, and this would be the only time I could see them. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't Terrence just let me drive? I WAS, after all, 16 and practically grown. And, I wouldn't be by myself, I'd have Stephanie to accompany me.

I dialed her familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Steph," I groaned in my not-so-happy voice.

"Oh, hey," she answered. "Didn't go well?"

"No. He said I couldn't drive. Can anyone over there take us?"

She paused for a moment. "No, both parents have to work."

I was so jealous. I wish that Terrence was as cool as her parents were. They already agreed to let her go with me, and they'd let her drive if she had a license. Unfortunately, I was the one in our friendship that had the license. "Sucks," I mumbled.

"Yeah it does."

We didn't speak for a minute, the disappointment weighing on both of us.

"Oh well, Bri, cheer up. Maybe, next time we can go."

"There won't be a next time," I murmured, plopping myself down on my bed and staring at my ceiling. "It isn't fair."

"I know, but life isn't fair. Just think, in two years, you'll be able to do whatever the hell you want and Terrence can't do a thing to stop you."

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't go to this concert. Who knows, in two years they might be broken up. And it'll be all his fault that I didn't go."

She silently agreed.

We stayed like that for a long time, she breathing softly into the phone and I staring at my ceiling and trying not to cry.

"Hey, Bri... it's going to be okay," Steph said to me.

"Yeah, I guess. I'll talk to you later."

I hung up the phone with my best friend and sulked the rest of the evening. This was not cool.

"If you don't stop walking around this house like you're mourning, I'll..."

"I AM mourning, Terrence. I'm mourning the fact that my DREAM has died." I glared at him.

He sighed. "Well, you can pout and whine all you want, but I'm not changing my answer."

I rolled my eyes and threw down the fork not finishing half of my meal. "Fine, whatever," I snapped and stormed off to my room, realizing that my battle was lost. There was no way I could convince him to let me go to the concert, even if my life depended on it. He can be so damned untrusting sometimes.

I landed face down on my bed and buried my head into the sheets. There had to be some way that I could go to the concert without Terrence finding out. I racked my brain. I couldn't say I was staying at someone's house, he wouldn't let me stay someplace on a school night. I could tell him that I had to do group studying and I wouldn't be back til late, but that wouldn't work either.

"Well," I finally told myself, "I've never gotten into any REALLY big trouble before, just little minor incidents here and there. And since I'm going to move out in two years anyway, I have to do something really daring at least once, and going to this concert would be just it. I could just sneak off and go. Surely, he wouldn't do anything but get really pissed and confine me to my room for a couple of weeks." I actually tried humoring myself by thinking that it was the worst that would happen. "Besides, even if he does spank me, it'll be worth it to see my favorite band." So, that was that. I had my plan devised. Now all I had to do was clue Stephanie in on it, and I was sure Steph would be for the whole idea, especially since she was the audacious type anyway.

I had trouble sleeping that night due to the excitement that was build up inside of me. All I could think of was how much fun I was going to have jumping up and down to the beats of my favorite band and going on a road trip with my best friend. I finally drifted off into a sleep where I had nice dreams about going on road trips and seeing my favorite band in concert.

The next morning I awoke sleepily and sped to school. I was so anxious to tell Stephanie of my plan, although it really wasn't a plan yet. We only had two days, well a day really, for her to order the tickets and hotel with her mom's trusty credit card. I knew if this was going to work, I had to begin getting started immediately, even if it meant going to her house after school to set things up.

When I got to our usual spot in the hallway, to my disappointment, Stephanie wasn't there yet. I waited, looking up each time I felt a cold draft from the doorway opening. Finally, I felt a draft and looked up to see her.

"STEPHANIE!" I nearly screamed and ran towards her, tackling her in a hug. "We've gotta talk!" From my enthusiasm, I knew she was expecting me to say that Terrence agreed to let me go. My hyperness made her hyper as well and we hopped off together by the lockers where we could not be heard. "Okay! I got an idea!"

"Oh, no," she moaned, realizing that Terrence hadn't said yes, but I had another moronic idea.

"Look, I've never done anything THAT bad before to cause trouble, and I figure that I have to do it at least once before I leave home, so what better way to do so than to go to this concert!"

"Bri... that's a bad idea..."

"I know, but it's worth it. We get to see our favorite band and hang out and... oh man, I'm so excited!"

I could tell that she didn't like my idea, but with every moment that passed, she seemed to be liking it more and more.

"So, tonight, order our concert tickets and get us a hotel room and we're all set!"

She nodded slowly. "All right," she agreed. "But you do realize when we get back home that Terrence is going to kill you?"

"Yep!" I jumped up and down exclaiming how giddy I was to go to the concert.

That day and the next were the two longest days of my life. Stephanie and I constantly reminded each other about the concert and how awesome it would be, but it didn't help the day go by any faster. We arranged everything, from tickets to the hotel to money. We made out an itinerary where we would visit a college in order to have an excused absence, and we decided that we'd leave early Thursday morning when it was still dark outside, right after Terrence left for work and head to Dallas where we would visit the school and check into our hotel room then get ourselves pepped up for the concert, which wouldn't be too hard. We'd go to the concert that started at 7 then go back to the hotel and sleep until we woke up the next morning for our drive back home in which I would prepare to get yelled at. It seemed like a perfect plan!

My alarm blared loudly through my room at 5:30 am. It was Thursday morning and my mind was on only one thing, the concert. I leapt out of bed and dressed myself then walked outside where all I could smell was the cold air. I sat down in the seat of my car, turning the heat up as high as it would go. I wasn't used to getting up before daylight, and I didn't realize how freezing it would be. My car finally warmed up and I drove to Steph's house. She was waiting outside for me and was as ecstatic as I was, standing there in her hoodie and baggy jeans. She hopped into my car and we cranked the music up as loud as possible then headed out west. Dallas here we come!

The trip to Dallas was longer and more boring than I figured it would be. We listened to music the entire way, but our high spirits eventually died down and Stephanie went to sleep while I struggled to keep conscious. We ate breakfast at Waffle House on the way, when we were a good two hours out of town. I wondered what Terrence was doing, what he'd do when he found out that I'd gone to the concert. I was scared to think like that, but when one is driving, they have to avert their attention to more than just driving. No pleasant thoughts could stay in my mind.

We ate again after we checked into our hotel. Then, we took our showers and got ourselves looking good for the event of our life. We left the hotel at 5 pm. Okay, so that was a little early, but we wanted to make sure we saw EVERYTHING.

We had tickets for the floor. When we got there, we were ordered to sit and we did just that, talking to the people around us and becoming acquainted. I felt a twinge of guilt in my stomach, blatantly defying my brother like I was. I knew that it would be worth it, or at least I hoped, so I put those thoughts away from me. Finally, the band came on stage and everyone exploded with applause. It was the greatest feeling, getting to see my favorite band in concert, getting to sing along until my throat was hoarse. I could only grin the entire night, knowing that I was too far away for Terrence to do anything until Friday evening when he came home from work.

Our plan followed through, fortunately. We had plenty of money to get food, and we weren't kicked out of our hotel.

"I had such an awesome time," I exclaimed to Stephanie, dropping her off at her house the next afternoon. She smiled and hopped out of my car.

"Me, too. I'm glad we decided to go. Good luck with Terrence."

I nodded. "Thanks, I'll need it."

When I arrived at my house, I was not expecting Terrence's car in the driveway. That alone threw me off track. My heart began racing, fearing the trouble I was in. I knew how Terrence got when he was angry, and I thought maybe turning the car around and driving back to Dallas would be a better idea than going inside.

It didn't work though. Before I could even put my car in reverse, Terrence appeared in the doorway, slamming the screen shut and walking angrily towards my car. I gulped subconsciously and turned my car off. He opened the door.

"Get out," he said angrily, holding my door open.

"I'm sorry!" was my immediate reaction.

"Get out of the car, Brianna Nicole Carter. You have some explaining to do!" I fell out and sprinted towards the house, not wanting to be spanked even once or twice while I was outside. My bottom began to tingle. I knew what was going to happen.

I felt him slam the door. I was standing near the couch, looking down at the floor when he came towards me.

"Young Lady," he bellowed. "I want you to sit down on that couch and explain every detail of what you did these past two days and tell me why I'm mad at you."

I nodded and plopped down on the couch, beginning my story, how I really wanted to go and how I knew it wasn't right, how we bought the tickets and got the room, and how we went to the concert and came back home unharmed.

"Well, seems like you had quite a time," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I cannot believe you. Running off when I specifically told you no, not just one time, but twenty times. You disobeyed me, made plans, and drove to Dallas by yourself. You could have gotten into a car accident and you and Steph could have been killed. Didn't you realize that? I didn't say 'no' to be mean, I said it for your own safety and you went to the concert anyway!"

"I'm sorry," I pleaded. "I just wanted to go and have some fun."

"Well, I hope you had some fun!" He scowled under his breath, pacing angrily around the room. "You don't realize how dangerous that was! Parading around the country like that... You're only 16 years old and living under my roof and if I tell you no, you will obey me, Young Lady, do you understand!?"

I nodded frantically.

"Good!" He stopped pacing and walked towards me and lifted me up without any effort. By this time I was screaming and crying.

"Nooooooo, Terrence, I'm sorry!!!!!!!" I begged. "Pleaseeeeeee, don't do thisss... I won't do it again!!!"

He slapped my bottom hard, and even through my jeans I could feel the sting.

"Owwwwwwww," I squeeled.

"Oh, that's nothing, Brianna," he warned. "Stop struggling or it's going to be worse."

As much as I wanted to stop struggling, my body wouldn't let me. I kept kicking and fighting.

Exasperated at my constant struggles, Terrence slapped my bottom four more times and unbuttoned my jeans. "When I tell you to do something, you will do it!" he said. He threw me over his lap, then peeled my jeans and panties down to my knees.

"But, I'm sorryyyyyy!"

"You should have thought about this before you took your joyride around the country!"

I hated how he kept sounding like I went far away or something. He pinned my hands to my back. I expected him to lecture, but he didn't waste his breath. Instead, he skipped right to spanking me. His strong hands slapping my bare bottom fiercely, I jumped after every smack.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww!!" I screamed, kicking and fresh tears flowing from my eyes.

He spanked me hard and fast, getting faster and harder as the slaps progressed. "Think SMACK!!! about this SMACK!!! next time you SMACK!!!!! want SMACK!! to disobey me! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!"

"Owwwwieeee! Terrence I'm sorry!!!!"

He didn't do anything but speed up his pace.

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

I finally gave up all struggling and lay limply over his lap, sobbing into the couch cushions and taking my punishment, which I knew I would have to take when I left. But, it hurt so much!

Finally he gave me three final smacks then stopped, allowing me to cry while he rested one hand on my bottom and the other rubbed my back.

"Shhhhh, it's okay," Terrence said soothingly. "It's okay, Brianna, it's all over."

My crying died down after lying there for a while and finally he lifted me up and sat me in his lap.

"The only reason I did that was because I care about you, Bri. You know that, right?"

I nodded.

"You could've gotten hurt or killed or kidnapped."

I nodded again.

"Was it a good concert at least?"

I smiled. "Yeah, it was, but I don't think it was worth it."

He hugged me tightly. It really wasn't worth it... I had let down my brother and gotten spanked... there would be plenty of other times to see concerts, but it was too late to regain my brother's trust.

Story: To the Park

Part of the Terrence/Bri series.  Bri disobeys her older brother and meets her boyfriend at the park.  He's not too happy when he catches the two lovebirds.

To The Park
by Breanna Carter

I was going out with Joey, a hot senior who was captain of the basketball team. I spent nearly every moment of my life with him, thinking that doing otherwise would be wasting my time. Terrence didn't take a big liking to this, but he let me be. And when I got my car back from the shop (it had gotten totaled, thanks to some idiot who ran a red light), Joey was the first person I wanted to take for a ride in it.

"Joey! Joey!" I exclaimed happily after finally getting my car back. "Guess what! I got my car fixed!"

I could hear Joey's grin. "That's great, Brianna!" he said happily. "Want to take me for a ride in it?"

He could read my mind. "Of course I do!" I ran to the living room where Terrence sat, lazily watching TV and told him that I was going to go out with Joey for a little while, have some dinner, get some coffee, and the like. He said okay but not to stay out too late, because after all, it was a school night. I thanked him and ran out the door, keys in hand.

"Joeyyy!!!" I said in a mushy, lubby dubby voice and ran into him with a hug.

"Briannaaaa!!!" he said, same voice as me.

We hugged for a minute or two and then he hopped in my car and I hopped in the driver's seat, driving us to Applebee's, my fav, where Joey paid for a meal and we ate together, all the time talking in sappy love voices. sigh ah, the joys of love.

We left Applebees about 8:30, and headed towards the coffee shop where he bought me my favorite, without me even ordering! We stayed there, each hoping the night would never end.

"Wanna go to the park?" he asked, pecking me on the cheek when we got back in the parking lot.

"Sounds good," I agreed then dialed my house number on the cell phone. "Hey, Terrence!" I said as he picked up the phone and muttered hello. "We're at the coffee shop, and we're going to the park..."

"No, I think it's best if you came home," he said, dropping my good mood.

"Why?"

"Because I said so, Brianna. It's too late to go to the park, it's 9:30..."

I whined, "but Terrenceeee..."

"No, okay? Don't ask me anymore," he said, slightly irritated.

"Okay, well... is it okay if I stay over at his house for a little while?"

"15 minutes, tops, okay?"

"Okay!" I said, excitement ringing through the car. "I'll call you when I leave his house!" I hung up the phone. "Okay, let's go to the park!" I told Joey.

"But..." he said, voice trailing off. I was too ecstatic about being with him to let Terrence bother me about not going to the park. Besides, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

I parked my car under a huge oak tree and then grabbed Joey's hand and led him to the swings. We sat there for a while, speaking calmly to one another about everything in general, school, basketball, friends, college... everything.

"I'd love to get a scholarship for basketball, but my dad's pressuring me to do better in academics..." Joey said.

"You played awesome at the last game," I assured him.

"You really think so?"

I nodded.

"I really like playing a lot, but I don't think I have what it takes to be a professional. But, what about you, Brianna?" he asked, his blue eyes gazing into mine, almost causing me to fall off of the swing.

"I... I don't know... I want to do something amazing, like become an author or a musician... but, I know I don't have what it takes. So, I'll probably be something boring like an accountant," I said, laughing a bit.

"I'm sure whatever you do, you'll be great at it," he said, his hand touching my face. "You're so beautiful..." he said in the most sweet, sincere voice, making me want to collapse in his arms and remain there forever.

I just grinned and moved in closer until our lips touched and "fireworks" could be heard in the distance. We stayed there like that for a long time, until we were interrupted by someone...

"Ahem," the voice said. I didn't want to stop, but Joey did.

"Oh, oh!" he said, seeing the tall figure standing above us. "Hey, uh, Terrence..." he said, stuttering like I've never heard before. I was too engrossed in him to realize that...

Oh, God... it was Terrence. I jerked my head towards him and looked up. I said nothing.

"Brianna, car, NOW!" he said.

"Uhmm, mine or yours?"

"MINE! Joey, you too."

Joey nodded and we walked together to Terrence's beat up old car, hopping in the backseat. When Terrence got in Joey instantly tried to blame himself.

"Look, er... Brianna told me she couldn't come to the park but I talked her into it anyway. I begged and begged... it was my fault..."

"Did you hold a gun to her head?"

He was taken aback. "...no."

"Was Brianna driving?"

"...Yes."

"Then it was her decision. Stop trying to take up for her, Joey. She is completely capable of making her own decisions."

Joey nodded then looked at me apologetically. Me, of course, I was embarrassed as hell. Terrence had the nerve to drag me out of the fucking park! Grrrr.

He dropped off Joey and I had to settle for a goodbye hug instead of a kiss, because I felt uncomfortable doing it in front of Terrence. When I got back inside I slammed the door. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yelled to Terrence.

Mistake. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he yelled back. "You went to the park after I told you not to. You deliberately disobeyed me. Do you know what fucking time it is?"

I looked at the clock that read 11:23. Time flies when you're having fun. "That's not the point! You don't have to go embarrassing me in front of my boyfriend!"

"Brianna, believe me, I could have embarrassed you much more than I did. And you better watch your tone of voice with me, young lady, because I will not tolerate you hollering at me like that."

"You ruined my entire night!"

"I specifically told you that you COULDN'T go to the park. You're lucky that I even let you out of the house with the know-it-all attitude you've been giving me lately. And you went to the park even after I said no. And you're going to try and put the blame on me? It's not going to work this time," he said as we pulled into the driveway. "We'll go get your car tomorrow and it will sit right here in this driveway for two weeks, understand me? I will take you to school and work and that's it. You won't be going anywhere else."

"This isn't fair!" I yelled, slamming his car door shut.

"Excuse me?" he said, anger rising up through him. He grabbed hold of my arm and smacked my bottom 4 good times.

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

"Get in that house right now!" he yelled, and I stomped off inside, growling under my breath.

I stepped inside and plopped myself down on the couch. Soon enough, Terrence came in, shut the door, lifted me from the couch, all too easily, which made me a little bit more scared, unbuttoned my pants, tugged them down, tugged down my panties, and lay me over his lap. All the while I'm begging and pleading, kicking and screaming trying to get him to stop. But his grip was too strong on me.

"Next time you want to go somewhere without my permission, I want you to think about this," he said sternly, holding my hands tight behind my back.

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"Owwwwww," I screamed, kicking, wanting to cover it up so he would stop, or at least be distracted for a moment, but unable to because his grip was too strong. "Stoppppp," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorryyyyyyyy."

"I don't think you are."

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"Owwwwwwww..."

"Remember this whenever you decide you want to talk back to me..."

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"Or get an attitude with me..."

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I kicked furiously, feeling my bottom turn to a deep red. I knew I deserved every bit of what he was giving me...

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"Are you learning yet?"

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"I'm learning, I'm learninggggg," I pleaded, bottom on fire.

"'Cause if you don't learn, you will take this trip over my knee much more than you would like to, young lady."

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
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"I don't want to do this to you, but I WON'T hesitate to."

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
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I cried and cried, finally broken, lying across his lap. "I'm sorry," I muttered through teary eyes, crying like a baby. He knew the second I had been broken because he instantly gathered me in his arms.

"Brianna, you are not to do stuff without my permission, understand me? I don't mind you being out with Joey, but when I tell you no, I mean no, and I don't want to hear any backtalk about it, okay?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry, Ter-rence. I'm sorryyy," I said, burying my head into his chest and crying until I was all cried out.

"You're a good kid, Bri," he said, calling me that name that always made me feel better. "I don't want anything to happen to you. I set rules so you'll be safe, not to be mean, or a jerk. Okay? I love you."

I nodded. "I love you, too."

He hugged me until I was finally okay again and then he lifted me up and carried me to my bedroom, then put me down on the bed. "See ya in the morning, kiddo."

"Night, Terrence," I said.

"Goodnight."

Story: Stolen Car

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  Bri knows the cure for her best friend's broken heart.  Too bad she has to take Terrence's car in order to provide her with that cure.

Stolen Car
by Breanna Carter

"Brianna?"

"Hmmm?" I said sleepily as I lay in my bed disturbed by the loud ringing of the phone.

"I need you to come over," my friend said, sobbing.

"Steph," I said weakly, glancing at the clock. "It's 3 in the morning and I had to work tonight... I'm really tired."

"I really need to talk to you, Brianna... please," she said, letting out another sob.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a worried voice, finally realizing that she was crying. "Stephanie? Are you okay?? I'll be over there in a couple of minutes."

"Okay."

I slammed the phone down and changed into the nearest pair of pants and slipped on a shirt then jumped out of my window, hoping that Terrence would remain asleep until I at least got home. When I got outside, though, I realized that my car wasn't there. Yeah, I had gotten in a stupid wreck and it was still in the shop. I sighed loudly and looked at the sky as if asking God "why me?" I thought for a moment and looked at Terrence's car, figuring he wouldn't miss it much. I slipped back inside my window and grabbed his keys from the kitchen table and jumped back out of the window then headed towards Stephanie's house.

I was at her house in a matter of seconds. That's how fast I drove through my neighborhood, that's how many stop signs I ran. I'm usually a really safe driver, but I was worried to death.

When I got there, the first thing I did was tap softly on her window. She opened it up and let me inside. Her eyes were red and puffy and a box of kleenex sat next to her and Dashboard Confessionals was blaring loudly. I knew what happened.

"Oh, God," I muttered when I landed on her floor. I allowed her to fall into my arms and I tried to rock her back and forth and console her, trying to listen to her muttering about her now ex-boyfriend and how she loved him so much and how she didn't want him to break up with her and how much she fucked up then repeating everything afterwards. "It's okay, Steph," I said, softly. Being 16 and all, having a boyfriend was a big deal... and it was her first real love...

We sat there for a long time, her crying on my shoulder and me rocking her back and forth. I searched through my mind trying to think of something that could help her feel better. Sitting there on the bed listening to whiny Emo music wasn't helping at all. That's when the light bulb came on.

"Steph!" I said cheerfully.

"What?" she muttered.

"Get up! Get up! I have the perfect idea!"

She raised herself up and looked at me, her eyes puffier and redder than ever. "Perfect idea? I miss Paulllll," she whined, lying her head down back on my chest.

"No, no, get up," I said and turned off the music.

"I was listening to..." she began but I cut her off by grabbing a happy CD from her CD collection and dragging her out of the window with me. I dragged her to my... er... Terrence's car and shoved her into the passenger's seat then sat myself next to her.

"We're going to go out and drive around like we used to, and listen to happy music and be happy, dammit!" I said grinning. "It's been forever since we've done it, and besides, we don't need guys!"

I slammed in Alanis Morisette, okay, that's not happy music, but it was a start. It was angry-at-guys music and that's what we needed, not sappy I-love-you-and-miss-you music. I pulled out of the driveway with a sniffling Stephanie next to me, then turned the music up as loud as it would go when we got out of the neighborhood. We sang along, dancing, and just having fun seeing as it was 3:30 in the morning and nobody was out driving or anything.

"How about a candy bar and Mountain Dew, on me?" I asked, pulling into Wal-Mart.

She nodded, grinning a bit now, her eyes not as red and puffy.

"All right then, you stay in here. I'll be back in a minute." I hopped out of the car, stuffed the keys in my pocket then made my way inside Wal-Mart. I went back to the candy aisle, got three bags of gummy worms and a couple of Milky Way bars. I was on my way to getting two Mountain Dews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped three feet in the air, knowing that it was Terrence next to me. I gave a heavy sigh of relief when I saw it was just a police officer.

Just a police officer?

"Ma'am, how old are you?" he asked in a calm voice.

"Er, 17," I said nervously, my voice so unsteady he had to have known I was lying.

"17? Today you're 17? Not tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or next year...?"

"Well, er... I'm almost 17..." I stuttered.

"Almost, eh?"

"Erm, yeah... almost."

"Do your parents know that you're wandering around Wal-Mart this time of night?"

Now was my chance. "My..." I stuttered, trying to think of the saddest thought, letting a tear slip down my cheek, "parents... are dead," I said, beginning to cry full out now.

"Oh," he said, taken aback. "Well then," he said, obviously not the least bit moved by my outburst... "does your guardian know where you are?"

I tried to keep crying, wiping my eyes a bit. "Yes," I lied. "I came to get some stuff 'cause my friend was spending the night and I wanted some stuff and he said I could get some..."

"Ah well, I see then. So he wouldn't mind if I brought you home and told him about how you're out past state curfew?"

I gulped. This wasn't what I was expecting... "Please, officer," I begged. "I just wanna get my stuff and go home..."

"Well you can, I'll just take you there..."

What an ass. "Please, sir... I have his car and I'd rather drive it home."

He considered this for a moment. "No, you're a minor out past state curfew, it's my duty to release you back into the care of your guardian. Now, if you will go ahead and purchase your items so we can get a move on."

I opened my mouth to beg more, but was cut off by a stern look. I threw the stuff back onto the rack and said, "fine."

He didn't ask whether or not I was going to buy the stuff, but instead just led me outside where a cop car sat. It reminded me of something and I suddenly said, "I smell bacon."

He looked at me. "Excuse me?"

"Bacon... you know, that stuff that comes from pigs? I smell it."

I think he understood what I meant because he didn't say a word after that, just opened the door for me. I sat down and folded my arms then remembered that Stephanie was still sitting in Terrence's car, probably wondering what had happened to me. Great...

I took out my cell phone as we were driving and called Steph's cell number.

"Hello?" she answered, the tears in her voice apparent once again.

"Steph?" I whispered. "Look, I smell bacon and I have to go home. Sorry."

"Bacon?" she said then said, "oh! You got caught by a cop?"

"Yeah."

"That's not good... what's happening."

"Can't now, later. You gotta walk... I'm sorry." I wondered what the look on the pig's face was.

"Yeah, it's okay. Terrence is going to be pissed... I'll call you when I get the chance," Steph said.

"Mmmk. Later, girly. Sorry, again."

"It's okay," she said and we both hung up.

So, I rode in the car with this piggy and wondered if he had any donuts close by. I mean, don't all cops eat those? And a donut sounded really good...

"...your address?" he asked, slightly irritated.

"Huh?" I said.

"I've asked you four times what your address was then realized you were on that phone. So, what is it?"

"Oh... oh!" I said, then recited my address to him, silently praying that he wouldn't knock on the door and wake Terrence. How I would get his car back without him knowing was my next problem.

Of course, I really didn't have to worry about it because when we pulled into my driveway the cop got out of the car as well and banged loudly on the door. I winced at each bang, thinking about how mad Terrence was going to be...

We heard shuffling through the house and I knew that Terrence was peeking through the window then making his way slowly towards the door. Well, slowly wasn't exactly the way to put it... he ended up at the doorway faster than I thought he would, obviously having hurriedly slipped on a pair of jeans. He glared at me. I let out a weak smile and looked at him. He was wearing those jeans and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles that he would probably be using on me once he found out what I did. How could I get out of this? I shivered a little bit, remembering the last time I had gotten spanked... I didn't like the way this was going...

"Terrence Carter," he said, shaking the officer's hand as I realized that they just introduced themselves to each other.

I listened as he explained the situation to my older brother, well, halfway listened, the other half of me was wondering if he noticed that his car was gone...

"Thank you, sir," he finally said.

"No problem," the piggy said then let out a grin that made me hate the guy even more. He turned to leave and Terrence put a hand on my shoulder and led me into the house. My body was shaking more with fright by this time...

"Brianna you are 16 years old! You know better than to sneak out of the house, steal my car, and wander around Wal-Mart at 4 in the morning!" he shouted after he slammed the door behind us.

"Er, um," I stammered. "But... Stephanie needed some company.."

"That doesn't tell me why the hell you were at Wal-Mart in the first place!"

"Well... see... she called, and needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was sick of her crying so I decided to go out riding around and..."

"In MY car, might I add. Haven't we already had a discussion about you stealing stuff?"

"Erm... but..."

"I don't want to listen to your excuses. You are getting too old to be spanked..." Oooo, a light of hope... "I don't know why you keep giving me reason to do it more often!" Damn, that hope was gone.

"Terrence... I'm sorry..."

"You're always sorry! You said you were sorry last time you stole something, you said you were sorry last time you were out past curfew, you said you were sorry when..."

"Okay, okay... but I really am sorry... and I really learned my lesson. You don't have to spank me..."

"Oh, I don't?"

"No, you don't... I'll be good. Go on and go to sleep and when we wake up in the morning we can put this past us..."

"I don't think so, young lady," he said. "Where's Stephanie?"

"Er, she was at Wal-Mart, but I called and told her what happened, so she was on her way home."

"How the hell do you expect me to pick up my car?"

I shrugged. That was a good question...

"How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow? Brianna, do you realize the seriousness in what you've done?"

I guess I honestly didn't, but I nodded anyway.

He sighed loudly. "Go to your room," he ordered.

I tottered off to my room, shaking with fear. Please don't let him spank me, please don't let him spank me, I begged to myself. It was futile, I knew even then.

He finally entered after me sitting there for about 10 minutes, anticipating what would happen. I gazed at him with my fearful blue eyes, noticing that he hadn't brought anything into the room with him. That could be a good sign.

Of course, that was also about the time that I noticed that he was still wearing those jeans, and in those jeans was a belt... a leather belt that had been used on me before, a couple of times. I winced a little bit.

"I'm sorry, Terrence..." I said desperately, trying to think of a good reason of why he shouldn't spank me. "Look, er... I'm having girl complications... yeah, that time of month..." I lied. "You er, can't spank me... please... I'd like bleed all over you." It was gross to think about that, but it seemed like the only way out of it.

He gave me a disbelieving look then said, "fine. Lean over your bed, I'll do it pants up, for now. But believe me, Brianna, whenever you're ready it's going to be hell on your ass, worse than you'd get it right now. And you can't go anywhere until you get it, can't talk on the phone, can't get on the computer. And you won't be needing your car back anytime soon..."

"Er," I stuttered, wondering if it would be better to just say I lied and take my bare bottom punishment, or wait for so many weeks doing absolutely nothing... "Okay," I finally said, figuring the latter would be best. Surely, he wouldn't hold that against me...

"Over the bed," he ordered.

I stood up and leaned over my bed, placing my hands firmly into it and sticking my bottom out, very thankful for the protection of my jeans. I listened as I heard a belt being slipped through the loops, and I heard the jingle as I saw the image in my head of him folding it over once. I felt his hand on my back to hold me down. I shuddered again, very uneasy at the moment. I didn't exactly want to go to bed with my bottom on fire like I knew it would be... but, maybe he'd be too tired to give me too much...

WHACK!!!!!!!!

Nope, I was wrong. "Owwwwwww," I hollered out in pain, jumping up with my hands flying to my bottom.

"Put your hands back down on that bed young lady and don't make me tell you again." I followed his orders and went through the rest of my punishment, very thankful that I had my jeans as protection.

Finally, I heard the belt fall down and Terrence said, "go to bed. I'll wake you up in the morning and we'll walk to get my car."

I nodded, not having begun crying yet, and rubbed my bottom. Was lying to him the best thing to do? If he could give me that much over my pants at 4 in the morning, what would he do when I announced to him that I was ready for the bare bottom spanking...

*****

The next morning, Terrence woke me up early, as promised. After three hours of sleep, the last thing I wanted to do was walk in the cold winter air to Wal-Mart with my older brother to get his car that I stole. My ass still stung a lot, even though it had been over my jeans. I regretted my actions more and more with each step towards Wal-Mart.

"Does it bother you that you got in trouble and Stephanie didn't?" he asked about halfway to our destination.

"No, I don't guess," I said. "I mean, it was my idea and stuff..."

He just nodded and I walked kind of bow-legged and stuff... We finally approached Wal-Mart and his beat-up old car. He drove us back home and ordered me to stay in my room, taking away my radio and CDs and my phone. What the hell would I do?

I sat in my room for hours and hours, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, and reading a little. There was nothing else to do, except finish my homework and why would I do that when I had first period Monday morning?

I went to bed that night after eating dinner, and then woke up Sunday morning to loud banging on my door with Terrence's list of chores being shoved in my face. That was my least favorite part about being grounded, Terrence could always find something that needed to be cleaned...

But I finished my chores that morning by 11 and sat in my room after eating lunch and actually did some homework then went to sleep early again. By the time Monday rolled around, I was so glad that school was back. I went through my day and nearly cried when my crush, Joey, asked me out for that night, but I had to decline politely. I didn't tell him why, but I guess he assumed that it was cause it was a school night, and he said, "well, maybe Friday," and stalked off to his group of friends.

I got home and did more chores, then went to bed again, and repeated the same procedure Tuesday, only I went to work afterwards. Wednesday was similar, and by Thursday I was sick of the silent treatment coming from Terrence and the guilt in my stomach and the boredom that dwelled within me. It was my night off, so I walked up to Terrence before dinner and said, "I'm ready." He didn't question me at all, but instead, allowed me to continue. "I feel really bad about what I did, and I'm ready to accept full punishment for it, and for the record, I lied to you Friday... and I'm sorry for lying." He just nodded and said that he would take care of it after dinner.

At dinner there was an uneasy silence resting among us, and I was nervous as hell about what was going to happen. Especially since he had said Friday night that when I would be spanked it'd be worse...

I gulped down the last of my tea and finished my dinner, and was dismissed to my room. I sat on my bed, my stomach twisted in knots, and I remembered being at a friend's house one night... eating dinner with her and her family. We were about 8 years old, and my friend had 5 brothers and sisters, and I wondered how she could stand it, 'cause I only had one and I didn't even like him that much. But we were eating dinner and her dad had told her specifically not to eat all the spaghetti, well, told all of them not to, and they did it while their parents were gone. When they got back, the spaghetti was gone and the culprits were found, my friend and her younger sister. And their father announced that after dinner each of them would be spanked on their bare bottom. I remembered the nervous feeling I got inside my body, the way that my heart was pounding in fear for my friends... I thought 8 was way too old to be spanked since I hadn't gotten spanked since I was 5. I remembered the way that I gulped down my milk, feeling as if I was the one to be spanked. After dinner, both girls were sent to the living room where their bare bottoms were smacked two times each, just hard enough to make a slight impression. I remembered how I gulped and played with my friend afterwards who exclaimed that it didn't hurt, but we both knew it did. She was just being a big girl... I remembered how 8 seemed too old to be spanked, and here I was 16 and about to be spanked... twice her age...

tap tap tap

I nearly jumped off my bed forgetting that I was 16 and not 8 and I was at my house, not my friends. "Come in," I said weakly. Terrence opened my door and sat down on my bed next to me.

"I'm glad you finally fessed up, Brianna," he said, looking me deep into the eyes. "I want you to understand how disappointed I am in you, and how much more I'm let down that you lied to me." I nodded. "I guess you realize that you deserve this spanking?" Another nod. "Okay then, pants down and over my lap." I hesitated a bit then did as I was told, dropping my baggy jeans to the floor and putting myself over his lap. He pulled my shirt away from my bottom, exposing a small part of my back, then smacked my ass with his hand once, on my panties. Then he did it again, causing me to jump and wince a bit, but since I knew it was only the beginning it wasn't hurting as much as I knew it would be soon. After he felt that he had warmed me up properly, I felt him tug down my panties and felt the slight breeze. I quivered a little and shuddered, breathing in deeply.

"You okay?" he asked me, obviously noticing that I was really, really nervous, even as much as I knew I deserved this.

I nodded.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

He continued in that rhythm until I was kicking and pleading for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire when he finally stopped and I reached back to rub out the fire...

"No," he said, moving my hands away. "I'm not finished, Brianna. You can do that after I get finished." I cried harder, wishing desperately that he would hurry up and finish.

WHAAP!!!!!!!

"Owwwwwwwwww," I whined, feeling the leather belt hit my naked flesh.

WHAAP!!!!!!!

"Ahhhh, owwww, owwwwwwwww." I kicked my legs and cried.

WHAAP!!!!!!!

"Owwww, pleaseeee, I'm sorryyyy!!!"

WHAAAAAPPPP!!!!!!!!

"Owwwieeee owwwwwww... I'm--"

WHAAAAAPPPP!!!!!!

"Owwwwww..."

WHAAAPP!!!

I was crying and pleading and kicking but he wasn't stopping, not anytime soon, not until he knew I was broken and sobbing like a small child over his lap. He kept his rhythm up, giving me a little time to breathe in between, but not much time to think.

"Brianna, you know you deserve this... WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! I don't want you ever to steal my car again, WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! or sneak out of the house, WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! or be out after curfew. WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! Do you understand?? WHAAAPPP!!!!!!!"

"I dooo, I dooooooo... I'm sorryyyyyyy." I cried and cried, my eyes nearly being cried out when he finally set the belt down and I knew what he meant when he said "hell on my ass" cause my bottom felt like it was on fire.

He scooped me into his arms like he usually did after a spanking and allowed me to begin to rub the sting out and he rocked me back and forth. "Brianna, no more stealing at all, okay?"

"Okay," I said through teary eyes. "Can I go with this boy, Joey, to the movies tomorrow night?" I asked, a hopeful look in my eyes.

"We'll see," he said, hugging me tightly and allowing me to cry on his shoulder until I fell asleep in his arms.

Story: Party!

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.

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. =)

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!!!!
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"Arghhhh," I whined, my eyes beginning to tear up, although I did not want to cry...

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!
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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.