Misc Story. Michelle hits her mother and feels what a real punishment is like when her brother find out.
Patrick
by Breanna Carter
Michelle and her mother stood toe to toe in the hallway of their small house, arguing. It was nothing new, lately Michelle had begun to think she knew everything. That was one thing about 14 year olds, they ALWAYS thought they knew everything, and Michelle was no exception.
"So what if I waited until the last minute to do my paper!" she screamed. "It's not like it matters! As long as it gets done!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me young lady!"
"I can raise my voice to you if I want to!"
In an instant her mother slapped her across the face. Michelle gasped, definitely surprised by her mother's actions. Surprised and angry. In return she slapped her mother right back.
There was silence for a moment and Michelle felt her heart flutter. She had never hit her mother before, but she knew that the look in her mom's eyes wasn't a very good one.
"I- I'm sorry.." she stammered, hoping to get herself out of being grounded.
"NO!" her mother yelled, dragging Michelle by the wrist towards her room where she grabbed a belt from her closet. "Get over there!" she ordered.
Michelle's eyes widened. Since her father died, Mom had let things slide, and she hadn't been spanked in such a long time. "But Mom.." she pleaded. "I'm 14! I'm too old to be spanked!"
"GET OVER THERE!" Mom ordered again and Michelle finally complied, walking towards her mom and turning around.
Slap.
Her mother's belt hit her backside, leaving no trace of punishment whatsoever.
Slap.
It hit her again but Michelle was bawling like a baby, ashamed at herself and embarassed as hell.
Slap.
She still cried, although she felt no pain. The fabric of her jeans and her mother's lack of swing allowed her to feel absolutely nothing. Finally her mother cried and left the room, sitting herself at the kitchen table to smoke a cigarette.
Michelle wiped her eyes. It was after midnight and she had to finish her paper for English class, but she really didn't want to. Especially after the incident that just happened. She was still blushing furiously and decided to take a detour straight to her room instead of passing through the kitchen where her mom was seated. She looked through her papers and slicked something together that sounded halfway decent and fell into a dreamless sleep without telling her mom goodnight.
Her mother sat inside the kitchen, propping her head up with her hands. She finally heard Michelle go to sleep and dialed up the number of her son, Patirck, Michelle's older brother. It seemed as if lately she had been turning to him for advice, although he was only in college and 20 years old. He always seemed to see things that she didn't, always had the perfect answers to her questions. She felt like such a horrible mom, first for hitting her daughter and second for calling up her son for advice. Especially so late in the night... She thought about hanging up, but the voice answered too quickly.
"Hello?" Patrick answered, somewhat stunned.
"Hey Patrick, honey," Mom said, smiling into the receiver.
"Oh, hey Mom. Everything okay?"
"Yeah... I just called about... well nevermind. Is everything okay?"
"What is it, Mom? What happened? Is it Michelle again?" Patrick knew his younger sister took pride in pissing their mom off.
"Well, yeah.." she answered softly, wanting to change the subject but not being able to. "She was popping off to me earlier so I slapped her then she hit me back." Patrick gave a slight groan. "So I took her to my room and slapped her with the belt a few times... I feel so bad..."
"Wait... you spanked her?"
"Yeah.. kind of... not too hard but.."
"Was it over her pants?"
"Well... yes.."
"How many times?"
"Three... but.."
"It's okay, Mom. You're an awesome Mom. Look, I'll deal with Michelle tomorrow after school, okay?"
She nodded. "Patrick are you sure that.."
"I'm sure, Mom. Go to sleep and stop being so hard on yourself."
Mom nodded and explained to her son how much she loved him then hung up the phone and went to sleep.
The next afternoon Michelle came home to find Patrick sitting on the couch.
"Oh, heya Patrick. How's it going?"
"Not so well," he answered. "Last night Mom called me... said that you slapped her?"
"Oh... yeah.. I did. But you can skip the lecture, she already spanked me.." Michelle blushed a little.
"Spanked you? Three slaps over your jeans? Come on, Michelle, you've got to be kidding me. If Dad would have been around you would have gotten thirty slaps on the barebottom with his belt. I doubt you even felt Mom's!"
Michelle gulped a little. Patrick had a good way of knowing what was going on for not being there.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on," he said, grabbing her by the upper arm.
"What are you doing!?" she squeeled.
"I'm doing what should have been done years ago when you started acting like you owned the place."
"What?!?"
"I'm going to spank you."
Michelle fought with her brother but he had a firm grip on her. He finally dragged her to the bathroom and slammed the door behind them.
"Pants down, hands on the counter," he ordered. It was his first time to ever deliver a spanking, but he had been spanked enough to know what to do.
"I'm not doing that! You must be crazy!" she yelled.
"If you don't do that I say, I will make it 35 whacks instead of 30."
Michelle froze dead in her tracks. "Patrick.. you can't..."
"I can and I am. The longer you stall, the more likely that I'm going to extend your spanking..."
Michelle decided the threat was enough and finally unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, allowing them to fall to the floor. She turned around and nervously put her hands flat on the counter.
"You will never hit your mother again, Michelle, do you understand?"
"Yes," she murmured.
Patrick slipped his belt through the loops and folded it over and held it in his right hand. He looked at Michelle's panty-clad bottom. She was shivering. He finally decided that the panties must be lowered, just like their dad would have done. He proceeded to move towards her and lower them, much to her protest.
"NOOOOOO!" she yelled. She turned around and kept her panties in place. He towered over her.
"Michelle, turn around and stop fighting or you will make it worse on yourself."
"You're not Dad," she spat out.
Patrick was taken aback and blinked for a minute. "It doesn't matter. I'm still spanking you on your barebottom whether you like it or not. Now turn around and stop fighting!"
Michelle stomped her foot and folded her arms defiantly, determined not to move.
Fed up, Patrick whirled his sister around and gave her a sharp smack with the belt over her panties.
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!" she whined, hopping up and down and rubbing the sting away.
"That's only one out of 35 more I'm going to give you, so you better turn around and put your hands back on the counter or I'll make it 40."
Afraid, Michelle complied and put her hands back on top of the counter and stuck her bottom out. The mere sight of this amused Patrick, the way his sister stuck her butt out like that, the way that she clenched her eyes shut. He knew that his sister couldn't remember the last time that she was well-spanked and he was determined to let this time sink in.
Once again he moved towards her and tugged at her panties, this time without anything but a whine coming from her. Her pale bottom was exposed with a small pink tracing of where the belt had slapped her. This was definitely nothing compared to what he was about to give her. He raised the belt high and crashed it down directly under the first marking, causing a squeel to come from his sister and another red mark to form. He crashed it down again and again, and after those three times, his sister was screaming loudly and moving and pleading for him to stop.
"Patrickkk!!!! I'm sorryyyy!" she whined.
Patrick paid no attention just brought it down onto the red bottom, not pleased with its color yet. He knew that he would not give her 35 spanks, knew that she would lose count after the first five from so much pain. He just knew that the threat would scare her enough to comply.
CRRAACCKKK!!!!!
He cracked the belt down on her bottom with all of his strength, causing Michelle to jump up and her hands to fly to her bottom. Patrick moved her hands away. "Back on the counter unless you want 40!" he said sternly. She quickly returned them to the counter.
CRRACCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!
He let another one land with all of his strength right on her sitspot, so the lesson would sink in better. It always sunk in better when the punished one wasn't able to sit well for a day or so. He landed two more on her sitspots and then three more above them, and then two more on the sit spots and continued in that pattern until she finished bobbing up and down and hung her head, crying like a baby. He dropped his belt on the floor and gathered her into his arms.
"Shhhh, Michelle... it's okay, just don't ever hit Mom again. And be good. She loves you a lot and is trying her hardest. Just give her a little credit."
Michelle nodded as her sobs died down. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I'll be a good girl," she promised and hugged him tightly. She left the bathroom and gave her mom a big hug and kiss when she arrived home and apologized for what she did. Mom glanced at Patrick but he only smiled, intending to keep this a secret if that's what Michelle wanted.
07 October 2003
06 September 2003
Story: Practice Makes Perfect
First story in the Practice Makes Perfect mini series. Amy's new music instructor (also her classmate) has an interesting strategy to help her remember to practice.
Practice Makes Perfect
by Breanna Carter
At the end of my freshman year, I was granted permission to be in the advanced orchestra the next year under the condition that I practiced hard over the summer and got private lessons. Well, I did half of what I agreed to. I practiced every night, literally, until the tips of my fingers were numb and I couldn’t press down on the strings anymore. I mean, what else did I have to do? I learned all these tricky rhythms. After all, it was nifty for a sophomore to be in the advanced orchestra, since most of the people in there were juniors and seniors who had played their instruments their entire lives.
The year began before I knew it and I was filled with anxiety and excitement about the new year. That was the year that my teacher decided to do a new thing. She told us that we were going to buddy up, preferrably juniors and seniors would be paired with the lowerclassmen, but since there weren’t very many of us, it wouldn’t be so possible. She told us that the person we would be paired with would kind of like a guide. They would let us know what we needed to practice and help us out with some tricky stuff. She paired us in the order of chairs we were in. There were 6 people in my section. I was fourth chair, which I was very pleased about. I was paired with the guy who sat in the first chair, our section leader. His name was Jeremy and he was a senior that grinned a lot and wore baggy jeans and T-shirts and had semi-long hair that fell down to his nose. It seemed as if everybody in the orchestra knew him well from his great sense of humor and awesome personality. Apparently, I was lucky to be paired with him. My friends told me so themselves.
Thus, the year began.
The beginning was easy. We practiced on the music to try out for allstate and played a couple of songs that weren’t too hard. It wasn’t until after allstate tryouts that I started having trouble playing. I wanted to cry sometimes because I couldn’t play the music. Whenever Jeremy and I were in the practice rooms as once a week we were assigned to, I felt bad because he played so well and I couldn’t do it. But he was always nice about it. He never insulted me, just showed me how to play it, told me where my fingers went, and played it over and over to drill the sound in my head.
“I can’t do it,” I whined one particular day.
“Sure you can. Look, just take it slowly.” He played the measures slowly then invited me to do with him, but it was futile. I couldn’t do it. We worked and worked and worked on that song until I felt the light of inspiration on me. He grinned widely and I was so happy that I finally got the song down that I jumped up and down for a moment and then we played the whole song, and I only messed up once or twice! It was so nifty. “Told ya that you could do it,” he said, punching me playfully and looking at his watch. “Holy shit!” he muttered.
“What?” I said.
“It’s 4:15. We must’ve missed the bell ring. How come nobody told us!” he said, immediately putting his instrument in his case while I stood there in utter shock.
“It’s 4:15?” I asked, my heart racing inside of me. Orchestra was the last class of the day and it was over at 3:30 and I caught the bus and... “But that means that I missed my bus..” I stammered.
He closed his case. “Missed your bus? Oh yeah. Forgot you were a sophomore,” he said, smacking himself on the head.
I, on the other hand was panicking. “How am I going to get home!” I muttered, wanting to throw my own instrument down on the ground and watch it smash into pieces.
“Hey hey now, it’s okay, little one,” he said, patting my head. “Where do you live?”
I pointed. “That way.”
“That tells me a lot.” He took my instrument from me and placed it in its case then said, “I’ll give you a ride home if you promise me that you’ll practice the other song and have it perfected by next week.”
“But I can’t..”
“Fine, you can walk.”
I gave him an evil look. “Fine, fine. I’ll practice. It’ll be perfect. You don’t mind giving me a ride?” I said, the excitement welling up inside of me. The only thing I could think was that this hott senior guy was giving me a ride home!
“No, it’s no problem. As long as you don’t live too far away.”
“I don’t,” I said, explaining to him where my neighborhood was.
“Oh, that’s awesome,” he said. “That’s by where I live.” He handed me my case then opened the door for me leading me out of the practice room and through the small hallway, then the classroom, and finally the outside hallway where our lockers were. I shoved my instrument into the locker and slammed the door shut. He then lead me outside into the bright sunlight where only a few students still mingled around outside. He stopped and talked to a few of them, introducing me as his “sophomore buddy” and then we approached a blue car. My mouth dropped. It was a really nice car. I didn’t know what kind it was, didn’t really care. He unlocked the doors with his automatic control thingy and I hopped inside and sat down on the tan leather. I oooed to myself as he cranked the engine and the loud music blared in my ears.
“Sorry,” he said. “I jammed on the way to school.” He turned it down a little and I noticed that it was a band I liked a lot. We didn’t talk much of the ride. Every now and then he’d make sure he was going the right way, ask me about my classes, and once he asked me if I took private lessons.
“No,” I replied.
“Why not? With a little of those, you could be great!” he said.
I shrugged. “I don’t want to, I guess.”
“Why not?”
I rolled my eyes. “I dunno. I don’t have the money, or the time..” but both of us knew I was just making up excuses. “Besides, the last teacher I had was bitchy.”
“Ahhh,” he said, nodding.
“That’s the house,” I said, pointing.
“Well hey,” he said, pulling into the driveway, “I’d be happy to give you some lessons, and it’s fine with me if you don’t pay me. I mean, you know, it’d be more logical seeing as I don’t have a degree in teaching. But maybe you could do that and next year you’ll be first chair?”
I smiled. “Maybe,” I said, bringing myself back to reality.
“Just think about it.”
I nodded and got out of the car.
“See ya later!” he said.
“Bye.”
The entire night I thought about what Jeremy had said. I mean, honestly, he and I didn’t know each other that well, and it was kind of strange being taught private lessons by someone who was only two years older than me. But he was really good at what he did, and maybe he could help me a little. I decided if he brought it up I’d go for it, and silently prayed that night that he’d bring it up.
And sure enough he did. We decided on a day that would be good for both of us and we stayed after school to work on the music that we’d gotten. And I improved tremendously. Not only did Jeremy recognize it, but so did my teacher. And the rest of the people in my section. The cool part was that midterms were coming up and with the beginning of a new semester comes new seating arrangements, and if I kept up the good work I was sure to make first or second chair, according to Jeremy. I didn’t see how I could manage to make first chair seeing as Jeremy was my teacher, but it didn’t matter. The thought of being second chair and sitting right next to him all the time was a very nice thought. My crush on him was growing more and more as the days passed...
“You gotta practice it, Amy. First stand is tough competition...”
“I know I know,” I said, having heard this lecture three or four times already. “I’ll practice. I’ve just been busy lately.” Right, if busy meant lazy. I hadn’t felt like practicing. I felt like watching tv for hours. I hadn’t even done my homework..
“Okay. Look. Tomorrow, I want this to be more together than it is now, okay? We’re going to have a lesson.”
I nodded. Yay! Another lesson! More time with Jeremy!
We went through the song two more times until Jeremy was too irritated with my lack of practice to go any further. He took me home, as always, and I promised that I’d practice hard and make him proud the next day. He smiled the most adorable smile and said I better then we left it at that.
The problem was, I didn’t practice much that night. I practice enough to get the first half sounding good, but the rest sounded terrible. I didn’t have it in me. I didn’t really care what chair I was anymore.
But Jeremy did.
That day in orchestra he told me that we’d have to go by his house to have the lesson that evening because the practice rooms were being used up. Apparently, one day out of the week the band students had private lessons in those rooms. It just happened to be that it was that night. I told Jeremy that I didn’t mind extending the date to a later time, but he said no, that it would be fine to have it at his house. It didn’t bother me that much. I didn’t want to argue, cause I really wanted to spend the evening with him, and at his house, that meant I could stay later if it called for it.
Oh, and it did call for it.
We walked through the hallway traffic and stopped next to some of his friends who knew me as “sophomore” or “sophy” for short. They talked for a little while, every now and then acknowledging my presence. I was shy enough as it was, but putting me around seniors made me even more shy. Some of his friends complimented on that, saying that seniors shouldn’t be spoken to by underclassmen unless they are spoken to first. We finally made it through the mass of people and ended up in front of his car. We spoke to each other the entire way to his house, and even sang along to some music. I was feeling more and more comfortable around him.
We pulled into the driveway of a small townhouse. He explained to me that he lived there with his brother who wasn’t there often because he had to work so much. He told me that his brother was a nurse at one of the hospitals in town and was going to start his training to be a doctor once he had the money. He could afford a much nicer house, but he was saving up. Jeremy was kicked out of the house by his dad at the beginning of the school year because of some personal issues concerning religion that Jeremy would rather have not talked about. But he lived with his brother now in the cozy townhouse, and his brother wouldn’t let him work but made sure that instead he finished up high school in good standings so he could get a scholarship. And Jeremy was doing just that.
I walked inside and Jeremy fixed us both a Coke and then he kind of showed me around, although there wasn’t much to see. The living room was small, and the kitchen was smaller, in a room next to the kitchen was a bigger room that was Jeremy’s. His room was filled with posters and it wasn’t exactly in the neatest condition, but it would do. There was a spiral staircase next to Jeremy’s room in the living room that led upstairs to another bedroom that was his brother’s.
“And that’s that,” he said, grinning and telling me to have a seat. I sat myself on the couch in front of a tv and he brought a chair into the middle of the room and sat a stand in front of me. “Just let me hear you, and then we’ll work on finding out where to sit.”
A nervous pit began to form in my stomach. I honestly didn’t want him to be angry at me... But I figured maybe the bit of practice I had gotten from class earlier that day would make it sound better.
I was wrong. I messed up the entire rhythm and played so many wrong notes. By the end of my playing Jeremy had a calm look on his face, but I knew that he was really disappointed inside.
“I thought...” he began.
I nodded.
“I thought you were going to practice this last night?”
“I did,” I defended.
He raised his eyebrows. “And it sounds like that? That wasn’t much better than what you played for me yesterday.”
I shrugged. “I guess that uhm, it didn’t help to practice.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “I guess you didn’t practice enough.”
“Maybe not,” I shrugged.
“Look, I’m trying to help YOU out by these lessons, Amy. I’m not doing this for entertainment or putting you down.”
I nodded.
“You promised you were going to practice.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You were sorry last time you didn’t practice.” He paused for a moment. “Obviously you haven’t learned your lesson.”
“No, please Jeremy. I have. I really have. Don’t stop giving me lessons... please.”
“Oh, I’m not going to stop giving you lessons. But I’m going to teach you one that you’ll never forget,” he said, standing from the chair and moving the stand back. “Stand up.” I did as told, anxious. He sat down on the couch where I had previously been, right in the middle. “Pull your pants down.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Pull your pants down.”
“...Why?”
“I told you. I’m going to teach you a lesson that you won’t forget.”
I blinked again and stood there for a moment. I was snapped out of it whenever I saw the angry look on his face and decided to comply, still not aware of what exactly he was going to do. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, then kind of stood there and stared at him for a moment.
“Fine, that’ll do,” he said, grabbing my left arm and pulling me over his lap. He pulled my pants down to my knees. It was then that the realization hit me.
“Wait, you’re not going to...?” my voice trailed off. He was going to spank me? I hadn’t been spanked since I was a kid! And I didn’t even remember it!
I felt his thumbs on the wasteband of my panties and felt them slide down my legs to where my jeans were.
“Nooooo!” I nearly screamed. “Jeremy... look... I...”
“Stop it, Amy. You promised me that you would practice and you broke that promise and now’s your time to pay for it. Now stop whining like a 5 year old.”
I gulped, swallowing my pleas.
He placed his hand down on my tingling bottom. “This isn’t the first time I’ve warned you on practicing.”
I nodded.
“I’m very disappointed in you.”
My bottom was still tingling, even as he lifted his hand and I felt the breeze for a split second then his hand smacked my bottom and I screamed because I wasn’t expecting it to sting so much.
“Owwwwwwwww!”
“Not so loud,” he said, the anger seemed to have gone from his voice. And for a minute, I thought he was finished. I was wrong.
SMAACK!!!
I whined again, not as loud as the last time. He didn’t give me a chance to breathe this time, but instead kept on spanking me rapidly. I heard him saying something to me but I couldn’t make out what it was because I was embarassed and in pain all at the same time. I never knew how much spankings could hurt, but I said nothing more than ouch or ow. After a while his smacks died down and my bottom felt like it was on fire. Finally he stopped and rested his hand on my still tingling, but now with warmth, bottom.
“I’m sorry,” I blubbered.
“Me too,” he said, rubbing my bottom slightly. I lay there regaining my composure for a few minutes. “Okay... here’s the deal. First, you play the notes without worrying about rhythm. For every note you miss, you earn yourself one smack. Then, you play the rhythm correctly without worrying the notes and for every mistake, one smack. Then we’ll do each over until you’ve done it perfectly then we’ll try them both together. I’ll give you your punishment after you’ve done both playing the notes and playing the rhythm each time.”
I nodded, actually kind of liking the idea. It was a comfortable position over his lap like this.
He stood me back up and I hurridly pulled my pants and underwear back up. I played the piece, still messing up from my nervousness, but making up for it whenever I did my rhythm. I had earned myself 50 more smacks. I asked if I could try again, and just compile them together and Jeremy said that was fine and I tried to breathe and steady my shaking hands. I sat on my still stinging bottom and tried again, this time earning 60 smacks. He stood up and walked towards me, then told me to sit my instrument down on his chair, and then he sat down in my spot. Once again I lowered my pants and he took down my panties and he proceeded to spank me 110 times as I tried to count in my head. I lost count after 20, beginning to kick and squirm being warned periodically to stop or he’d add more.
“Owwwwww!” I whined, trying not to let any tears fall from my eyes. “I’m sorryyyyy. I won’t mess up. Ow. Ow!”
I heard him say something but my mind was concentrating on the pain and wondering if it was close to being over.
Finally he ended with a loud and hardest SMACK! and let me up. I wasn’t in as much of a hurry to cover myself this time as my bottom stung greatly.
“Pull them up and sit down, Amy,” Jeremy commanded. “I want you to feel how much it stings whenever you sit down and think about that next time you neglect to practice.” I did as I was told and winced a bit at the pain I felt.
The next time I did a little better, making only 42 mistakes. I asked if we could make it only 40, so it could be a round number, and he said no, that 50 would be more appropriate. I shut up after that.
We repeated the procedure, my bottom still ablaze from the two previous spankings. This one was short and quick compared to the other two, but my bottom stung like crazy whenever I sat back down on it.
The next time I only earned myself 17 smacks, and how I managed that I have no idea. He emphasized on me how proud he was that I was improving and that if this had to be something we did every lesson than he’d sure do it. I protested by saying, “no that’s okay,” but he only grinned and turned me back over his knee to administer the spanking.
The next time went better and since I only made 5 mistakes he told me that we could skip that spanking and go onto the next round where I tried to see if I could get both the rhythm and the notes right. I tried my damndest, and messed up so badly that I looked at him with pleading eyes.
“See what happens whenever you don’t practice?”
“I-I’m sorry,” I muttered, not wanting to let these tears fall from my eyes. My bottom still stung like crazy and I had let him down so much.
He nodded. “You’ve done well today,” he said. “I didn’t count the number of mistakes you made the last time you played, but it was a good many and you know that. I think that I should send you home with a little reminder of what will happen next week if you aren’t prepared.”
He was going to go on and say more, but I nodded silently.
“Good girl,” he said and I stood up, already accustomed to this. I let my jeans fall to the floor then positioned myself over his lap and clenched my eyes tightly together as he lowered my panties and I could feel the gentle breeze once again. And as like the other times, I was unable to feel the breeze for too long because before I knew it, his large hand came pounding down on my tiny bottom and I squirmed and kicked and he kept spanking and spanking and before too long I began crying like a baby over his lap, too worn out to kick anymore and too ashamed to do anything other than cry. He finished up with two not so hard smacks then let me lie limply over him crying. I felt his hand lying on my warm bottom and he rubbed it to soothe me and get the sting out for me. I reached back to feel the warmth out of instinct.
“Shhhh, shhhh. Amy, it’s okay, honey,” he said, still rubbing my stinging backside.
I nodded softly while I sobbed into the couch cushions. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spanked you so much.”
“No,” I argued. “It’s okay. I deserved it.”
He didn’t seem convinced but in a few minutes I was picking myself up and he was hugging me tightly. I excused myself to the bathroom where I washed my face off then did something I had been wanting to do since the first time that evening he had spanked me. I tugged my pants and panties down and stared at my glowing red bottom. I felt the warmth for a minute then blushed and pulled my pants back up. I washed my face once more then limped outside. Jeremy hugged me tightly again and handed me my instrument that was already in its case then took me home.
“We’ll do the same thing next lesson,” I said, waving goodbye to him. Before he had the time to argue, I opened the door to my house and disappeared inside with a grin on my face.
Practice Makes Perfect
by Breanna Carter
At the end of my freshman year, I was granted permission to be in the advanced orchestra the next year under the condition that I practiced hard over the summer and got private lessons. Well, I did half of what I agreed to. I practiced every night, literally, until the tips of my fingers were numb and I couldn’t press down on the strings anymore. I mean, what else did I have to do? I learned all these tricky rhythms. After all, it was nifty for a sophomore to be in the advanced orchestra, since most of the people in there were juniors and seniors who had played their instruments their entire lives.
The year began before I knew it and I was filled with anxiety and excitement about the new year. That was the year that my teacher decided to do a new thing. She told us that we were going to buddy up, preferrably juniors and seniors would be paired with the lowerclassmen, but since there weren’t very many of us, it wouldn’t be so possible. She told us that the person we would be paired with would kind of like a guide. They would let us know what we needed to practice and help us out with some tricky stuff. She paired us in the order of chairs we were in. There were 6 people in my section. I was fourth chair, which I was very pleased about. I was paired with the guy who sat in the first chair, our section leader. His name was Jeremy and he was a senior that grinned a lot and wore baggy jeans and T-shirts and had semi-long hair that fell down to his nose. It seemed as if everybody in the orchestra knew him well from his great sense of humor and awesome personality. Apparently, I was lucky to be paired with him. My friends told me so themselves.
Thus, the year began.
The beginning was easy. We practiced on the music to try out for allstate and played a couple of songs that weren’t too hard. It wasn’t until after allstate tryouts that I started having trouble playing. I wanted to cry sometimes because I couldn’t play the music. Whenever Jeremy and I were in the practice rooms as once a week we were assigned to, I felt bad because he played so well and I couldn’t do it. But he was always nice about it. He never insulted me, just showed me how to play it, told me where my fingers went, and played it over and over to drill the sound in my head.
“I can’t do it,” I whined one particular day.
“Sure you can. Look, just take it slowly.” He played the measures slowly then invited me to do with him, but it was futile. I couldn’t do it. We worked and worked and worked on that song until I felt the light of inspiration on me. He grinned widely and I was so happy that I finally got the song down that I jumped up and down for a moment and then we played the whole song, and I only messed up once or twice! It was so nifty. “Told ya that you could do it,” he said, punching me playfully and looking at his watch. “Holy shit!” he muttered.
“What?” I said.
“It’s 4:15. We must’ve missed the bell ring. How come nobody told us!” he said, immediately putting his instrument in his case while I stood there in utter shock.
“It’s 4:15?” I asked, my heart racing inside of me. Orchestra was the last class of the day and it was over at 3:30 and I caught the bus and... “But that means that I missed my bus..” I stammered.
He closed his case. “Missed your bus? Oh yeah. Forgot you were a sophomore,” he said, smacking himself on the head.
I, on the other hand was panicking. “How am I going to get home!” I muttered, wanting to throw my own instrument down on the ground and watch it smash into pieces.
“Hey hey now, it’s okay, little one,” he said, patting my head. “Where do you live?”
I pointed. “That way.”
“That tells me a lot.” He took my instrument from me and placed it in its case then said, “I’ll give you a ride home if you promise me that you’ll practice the other song and have it perfected by next week.”
“But I can’t..”
“Fine, you can walk.”
I gave him an evil look. “Fine, fine. I’ll practice. It’ll be perfect. You don’t mind giving me a ride?” I said, the excitement welling up inside of me. The only thing I could think was that this hott senior guy was giving me a ride home!
“No, it’s no problem. As long as you don’t live too far away.”
“I don’t,” I said, explaining to him where my neighborhood was.
“Oh, that’s awesome,” he said. “That’s by where I live.” He handed me my case then opened the door for me leading me out of the practice room and through the small hallway, then the classroom, and finally the outside hallway where our lockers were. I shoved my instrument into the locker and slammed the door shut. He then lead me outside into the bright sunlight where only a few students still mingled around outside. He stopped and talked to a few of them, introducing me as his “sophomore buddy” and then we approached a blue car. My mouth dropped. It was a really nice car. I didn’t know what kind it was, didn’t really care. He unlocked the doors with his automatic control thingy and I hopped inside and sat down on the tan leather. I oooed to myself as he cranked the engine and the loud music blared in my ears.
“Sorry,” he said. “I jammed on the way to school.” He turned it down a little and I noticed that it was a band I liked a lot. We didn’t talk much of the ride. Every now and then he’d make sure he was going the right way, ask me about my classes, and once he asked me if I took private lessons.
“No,” I replied.
“Why not? With a little of those, you could be great!” he said.
I shrugged. “I don’t want to, I guess.”
“Why not?”
I rolled my eyes. “I dunno. I don’t have the money, or the time..” but both of us knew I was just making up excuses. “Besides, the last teacher I had was bitchy.”
“Ahhh,” he said, nodding.
“That’s the house,” I said, pointing.
“Well hey,” he said, pulling into the driveway, “I’d be happy to give you some lessons, and it’s fine with me if you don’t pay me. I mean, you know, it’d be more logical seeing as I don’t have a degree in teaching. But maybe you could do that and next year you’ll be first chair?”
I smiled. “Maybe,” I said, bringing myself back to reality.
“Just think about it.”
I nodded and got out of the car.
“See ya later!” he said.
“Bye.”
The entire night I thought about what Jeremy had said. I mean, honestly, he and I didn’t know each other that well, and it was kind of strange being taught private lessons by someone who was only two years older than me. But he was really good at what he did, and maybe he could help me a little. I decided if he brought it up I’d go for it, and silently prayed that night that he’d bring it up.
And sure enough he did. We decided on a day that would be good for both of us and we stayed after school to work on the music that we’d gotten. And I improved tremendously. Not only did Jeremy recognize it, but so did my teacher. And the rest of the people in my section. The cool part was that midterms were coming up and with the beginning of a new semester comes new seating arrangements, and if I kept up the good work I was sure to make first or second chair, according to Jeremy. I didn’t see how I could manage to make first chair seeing as Jeremy was my teacher, but it didn’t matter. The thought of being second chair and sitting right next to him all the time was a very nice thought. My crush on him was growing more and more as the days passed...
“You gotta practice it, Amy. First stand is tough competition...”
“I know I know,” I said, having heard this lecture three or four times already. “I’ll practice. I’ve just been busy lately.” Right, if busy meant lazy. I hadn’t felt like practicing. I felt like watching tv for hours. I hadn’t even done my homework..
“Okay. Look. Tomorrow, I want this to be more together than it is now, okay? We’re going to have a lesson.”
I nodded. Yay! Another lesson! More time with Jeremy!
We went through the song two more times until Jeremy was too irritated with my lack of practice to go any further. He took me home, as always, and I promised that I’d practice hard and make him proud the next day. He smiled the most adorable smile and said I better then we left it at that.
The problem was, I didn’t practice much that night. I practice enough to get the first half sounding good, but the rest sounded terrible. I didn’t have it in me. I didn’t really care what chair I was anymore.
But Jeremy did.
That day in orchestra he told me that we’d have to go by his house to have the lesson that evening because the practice rooms were being used up. Apparently, one day out of the week the band students had private lessons in those rooms. It just happened to be that it was that night. I told Jeremy that I didn’t mind extending the date to a later time, but he said no, that it would be fine to have it at his house. It didn’t bother me that much. I didn’t want to argue, cause I really wanted to spend the evening with him, and at his house, that meant I could stay later if it called for it.
Oh, and it did call for it.
We walked through the hallway traffic and stopped next to some of his friends who knew me as “sophomore” or “sophy” for short. They talked for a little while, every now and then acknowledging my presence. I was shy enough as it was, but putting me around seniors made me even more shy. Some of his friends complimented on that, saying that seniors shouldn’t be spoken to by underclassmen unless they are spoken to first. We finally made it through the mass of people and ended up in front of his car. We spoke to each other the entire way to his house, and even sang along to some music. I was feeling more and more comfortable around him.
We pulled into the driveway of a small townhouse. He explained to me that he lived there with his brother who wasn’t there often because he had to work so much. He told me that his brother was a nurse at one of the hospitals in town and was going to start his training to be a doctor once he had the money. He could afford a much nicer house, but he was saving up. Jeremy was kicked out of the house by his dad at the beginning of the school year because of some personal issues concerning religion that Jeremy would rather have not talked about. But he lived with his brother now in the cozy townhouse, and his brother wouldn’t let him work but made sure that instead he finished up high school in good standings so he could get a scholarship. And Jeremy was doing just that.
I walked inside and Jeremy fixed us both a Coke and then he kind of showed me around, although there wasn’t much to see. The living room was small, and the kitchen was smaller, in a room next to the kitchen was a bigger room that was Jeremy’s. His room was filled with posters and it wasn’t exactly in the neatest condition, but it would do. There was a spiral staircase next to Jeremy’s room in the living room that led upstairs to another bedroom that was his brother’s.
“And that’s that,” he said, grinning and telling me to have a seat. I sat myself on the couch in front of a tv and he brought a chair into the middle of the room and sat a stand in front of me. “Just let me hear you, and then we’ll work on finding out where to sit.”
A nervous pit began to form in my stomach. I honestly didn’t want him to be angry at me... But I figured maybe the bit of practice I had gotten from class earlier that day would make it sound better.
I was wrong. I messed up the entire rhythm and played so many wrong notes. By the end of my playing Jeremy had a calm look on his face, but I knew that he was really disappointed inside.
“I thought...” he began.
I nodded.
“I thought you were going to practice this last night?”
“I did,” I defended.
He raised his eyebrows. “And it sounds like that? That wasn’t much better than what you played for me yesterday.”
I shrugged. “I guess that uhm, it didn’t help to practice.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “I guess you didn’t practice enough.”
“Maybe not,” I shrugged.
“Look, I’m trying to help YOU out by these lessons, Amy. I’m not doing this for entertainment or putting you down.”
I nodded.
“You promised you were going to practice.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You were sorry last time you didn’t practice.” He paused for a moment. “Obviously you haven’t learned your lesson.”
“No, please Jeremy. I have. I really have. Don’t stop giving me lessons... please.”
“Oh, I’m not going to stop giving you lessons. But I’m going to teach you one that you’ll never forget,” he said, standing from the chair and moving the stand back. “Stand up.” I did as told, anxious. He sat down on the couch where I had previously been, right in the middle. “Pull your pants down.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Pull your pants down.”
“...Why?”
“I told you. I’m going to teach you a lesson that you won’t forget.”
I blinked again and stood there for a moment. I was snapped out of it whenever I saw the angry look on his face and decided to comply, still not aware of what exactly he was going to do. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, then kind of stood there and stared at him for a moment.
“Fine, that’ll do,” he said, grabbing my left arm and pulling me over his lap. He pulled my pants down to my knees. It was then that the realization hit me.
“Wait, you’re not going to...?” my voice trailed off. He was going to spank me? I hadn’t been spanked since I was a kid! And I didn’t even remember it!
I felt his thumbs on the wasteband of my panties and felt them slide down my legs to where my jeans were.
“Nooooo!” I nearly screamed. “Jeremy... look... I...”
“Stop it, Amy. You promised me that you would practice and you broke that promise and now’s your time to pay for it. Now stop whining like a 5 year old.”
I gulped, swallowing my pleas.
He placed his hand down on my tingling bottom. “This isn’t the first time I’ve warned you on practicing.”
I nodded.
“I’m very disappointed in you.”
My bottom was still tingling, even as he lifted his hand and I felt the breeze for a split second then his hand smacked my bottom and I screamed because I wasn’t expecting it to sting so much.
“Owwwwwwwww!”
“Not so loud,” he said, the anger seemed to have gone from his voice. And for a minute, I thought he was finished. I was wrong.
SMAACK!!!
I whined again, not as loud as the last time. He didn’t give me a chance to breathe this time, but instead kept on spanking me rapidly. I heard him saying something to me but I couldn’t make out what it was because I was embarassed and in pain all at the same time. I never knew how much spankings could hurt, but I said nothing more than ouch or ow. After a while his smacks died down and my bottom felt like it was on fire. Finally he stopped and rested his hand on my still tingling, but now with warmth, bottom.
“I’m sorry,” I blubbered.
“Me too,” he said, rubbing my bottom slightly. I lay there regaining my composure for a few minutes. “Okay... here’s the deal. First, you play the notes without worrying about rhythm. For every note you miss, you earn yourself one smack. Then, you play the rhythm correctly without worrying the notes and for every mistake, one smack. Then we’ll do each over until you’ve done it perfectly then we’ll try them both together. I’ll give you your punishment after you’ve done both playing the notes and playing the rhythm each time.”
I nodded, actually kind of liking the idea. It was a comfortable position over his lap like this.
He stood me back up and I hurridly pulled my pants and underwear back up. I played the piece, still messing up from my nervousness, but making up for it whenever I did my rhythm. I had earned myself 50 more smacks. I asked if I could try again, and just compile them together and Jeremy said that was fine and I tried to breathe and steady my shaking hands. I sat on my still stinging bottom and tried again, this time earning 60 smacks. He stood up and walked towards me, then told me to sit my instrument down on his chair, and then he sat down in my spot. Once again I lowered my pants and he took down my panties and he proceeded to spank me 110 times as I tried to count in my head. I lost count after 20, beginning to kick and squirm being warned periodically to stop or he’d add more.
“Owwwwww!” I whined, trying not to let any tears fall from my eyes. “I’m sorryyyyy. I won’t mess up. Ow. Ow!”
I heard him say something but my mind was concentrating on the pain and wondering if it was close to being over.
Finally he ended with a loud and hardest SMACK! and let me up. I wasn’t in as much of a hurry to cover myself this time as my bottom stung greatly.
“Pull them up and sit down, Amy,” Jeremy commanded. “I want you to feel how much it stings whenever you sit down and think about that next time you neglect to practice.” I did as I was told and winced a bit at the pain I felt.
The next time I did a little better, making only 42 mistakes. I asked if we could make it only 40, so it could be a round number, and he said no, that 50 would be more appropriate. I shut up after that.
We repeated the procedure, my bottom still ablaze from the two previous spankings. This one was short and quick compared to the other two, but my bottom stung like crazy whenever I sat back down on it.
The next time I only earned myself 17 smacks, and how I managed that I have no idea. He emphasized on me how proud he was that I was improving and that if this had to be something we did every lesson than he’d sure do it. I protested by saying, “no that’s okay,” but he only grinned and turned me back over his knee to administer the spanking.
The next time went better and since I only made 5 mistakes he told me that we could skip that spanking and go onto the next round where I tried to see if I could get both the rhythm and the notes right. I tried my damndest, and messed up so badly that I looked at him with pleading eyes.
“See what happens whenever you don’t practice?”
“I-I’m sorry,” I muttered, not wanting to let these tears fall from my eyes. My bottom still stung like crazy and I had let him down so much.
He nodded. “You’ve done well today,” he said. “I didn’t count the number of mistakes you made the last time you played, but it was a good many and you know that. I think that I should send you home with a little reminder of what will happen next week if you aren’t prepared.”
He was going to go on and say more, but I nodded silently.
“Good girl,” he said and I stood up, already accustomed to this. I let my jeans fall to the floor then positioned myself over his lap and clenched my eyes tightly together as he lowered my panties and I could feel the gentle breeze once again. And as like the other times, I was unable to feel the breeze for too long because before I knew it, his large hand came pounding down on my tiny bottom and I squirmed and kicked and he kept spanking and spanking and before too long I began crying like a baby over his lap, too worn out to kick anymore and too ashamed to do anything other than cry. He finished up with two not so hard smacks then let me lie limply over him crying. I felt his hand lying on my warm bottom and he rubbed it to soothe me and get the sting out for me. I reached back to feel the warmth out of instinct.
“Shhhh, shhhh. Amy, it’s okay, honey,” he said, still rubbing my stinging backside.
I nodded softly while I sobbed into the couch cushions. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spanked you so much.”
“No,” I argued. “It’s okay. I deserved it.”
He didn’t seem convinced but in a few minutes I was picking myself up and he was hugging me tightly. I excused myself to the bathroom where I washed my face off then did something I had been wanting to do since the first time that evening he had spanked me. I tugged my pants and panties down and stared at my glowing red bottom. I felt the warmth for a minute then blushed and pulled my pants back up. I washed my face once more then limped outside. Jeremy hugged me tightly again and handed me my instrument that was already in its case then took me home.
“We’ll do the same thing next lesson,” I said, waving goodbye to him. Before he had the time to argue, I opened the door to my house and disappeared inside with a grin on my face.
04 September 2003
Story: Drag Race
Misc Story. Ashley and her friend go to a party, get drunk, then decide to participate in a drag race.
Drag Race
by Breanna Carter
I was ecstatic. Not only was I visiting my old city that I used to live in, but I was also allowed to hang out with some friends who were throwing a smashing party. Of course, Kevin didn’t know about the smashing party. But he had indeed agreed to let me hang out with my friend, Hannah. I was so ecstatic that it only took me about 15 minutes to get ready and run out of the hotel room waving goodbye to the guys that were already like my family. Here I was, 15 years old, not a worry in the world. My parents had died and I was an orphan for a while, that is, until I met Kevin and he said he wanted to take me in. Which was probably the best moment of my life. So he adopted me, and I hung out with him and his best friends, the guys he was in a band with. Those were the best days of my life, going on tour with them, just hanging out and being one big family. I enjoyed having a family for once.
Anyway, as I was saying, I skipped out of the hotel and nearly ran straight into Hannah. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, tackling me in a hug.
“No, not quite, but close enough,” I smirked.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she exclaimed as she hugged me tighter.
“I know, I know. Loosen up, will ya? You’re going to suffocate me before we even leave the building.”
She blushed a little bit but let go. “I’m so happy to see you again, Ash. Are you ready for the party tonight?”
“You know it,” I said, grinning. She half-dragged me out of the very expensive hotel lobby, as the lady at the front desk told us goodbye and we grinned telling her bye as well.
“This hotel is grand,” Hannah said, jamming the key into her ignition.
“It’s cool having a rich guardian.”
“I bet.” I grinned widely as we drove into the sunset, arriving at Brett’s house before we knew it. “We’re here,” Hannah said. She smiled and opened her car door and I followed her inside the cozy house. I was hit by loud music, some kind of death metal stuff that I didn’t really listen to, or like for that matter. Brett met us at the entranceway.
“Ah, well hello,” he said extending his hand towards us. He wore super baggy jeans and a T shirt that had a weird Satanic picture on it and a band’s name that I had never heard of, but he was definitely very sexy. I shook his hand and blushed furiously cause he was so freakin’ hott.
“Brett, this is my friend, Ashley.”
“Heya, Ashley.”
“Hi,” I said, blushing a little more. We made our way inside the house. It wasn’t nothing compared to the house I lived in, but it was comfortable. Not too big, not too small, plenty of people were inside, most of them just talking, a few smoking, nearly everyone drinking. I declined every drink that was offered to me, not too keen on the idea of getting drunk off my ass and being dragged home.
The party was still going full blast whenever Hannah came up to me next to a few other super hott guys. “Hey,” one of them said, slipping an arm around my waiste.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hey, Ash,” Hannah said, “we’re going to go down to the parkway, where they have all the drag races and stuff. Wanna come with us? We’re coming back by here later, so if you wanna stay, you can.”
I grinned. Me? Decline on an offer to hang out with sexy guys and my best friends? Hah, yeah right. “Hell yeah I wanna go,” I said, even though I was having a good time talking with some old friends and meeting new ones.
Hannah just smiled and the guy whose hand was around my waiste led me out of the door and outside where the music wasn’t as loud. “I’m Chase, by the way,” he said.
“Oh, yeah. I’m Ashley.”
I piled up in Hannah’s car with Chase and one of his friends, and the other guys, two of them, and another girl piled up in another car. We blared music the entire way there, good stuff this time, and talked loudly over it, but basically just sang along, Hannah and me being the only sober people in there.
Whenever we got to the parkway, I didn’t even know that’s where we were. I don’t know what I was expecting. Drag racing was illegal, it wasn’t like they were going to have checkered flags and a starting line and people sitting in stands rooting for their favorite car. And of course, nothing like this was there. In fact, it really just looked like people sitting down on the river front, talking and having a good time.
We hopped out of Hannah’s car. “We’re here?” I asked, looking around at the empty highway in front of me, and the people sitting on the grass gazing at two cars that were on the highway, a yellow one and a blue one. I didn’t know, nor care, what type of cars they were. Finally they sped by me, the yellow one in the front, the blue one trailing until it was almost the end, a few miles down the highway. There were yells and screams from the crowd and some other people who were closer by the riverfront began cheering too.
“Hannahhhhh,” a drunken voice said then fell onto Hannah in a hug.
“Hey, baby,” she said, patting the boy on the head. “How are ya?”
“Drunk,” he replied then stood up and grinned. “How are you?”
“I’m great. Guys,” she called to the group of people as we walked towards them, “this is my friend Ashley. I know some of you remember her...”
“Ashleyyyyyyy,” the drunk boy said then fell onto me in a hug.
“Uhm, hi,” I said nervously. I was about to say something, but was interrupted by voices approaching us.
“My car can kick your ass, dude.”
“No way, man, my car definitely is better.”
“Nope.”
“Yep.”
They stopped instantly as they arrived to us. “John says that he can beat me. Wanna take bets on it?”
Everyone started an instant chatter, looking around at the cars and telling which ones would win. Everyone put five dollars down on their choice of car, and some people put ten down. I, on the other hand, just stood there and watched.
“Have a drink?” the drunk boy said, shoving a sprite in my hand. It was against my better judgement, but I figured, what the hell. Hannah is the designated driver, I might as well. So I gratefully accepted the drink and took a huge gulp, which was the first mistake, seeing as it wasn’t sprite at all.
“Jesus Christ, what is this shit?”
“Smirnoff,” he smirked. “Yummy?”
I took another sip then grinned, pleased with myself. “Very yummy.”
I watched as the next two cars lined up and sped down the highway, the guy whose name was John actually winning, though most of the people betted against him. He seemed pleased with himself and so did his fans.
“... don’t you race, Hannah?” John asked.
“Why WOULD I race?”
“She knows her car wouldn’t do worth a shit,” someone says.
“Sure it would,” Hannah defended. “I just don’t feel like racing, that’s all.”
The guy shrugged. “Whatever.”
She kind of blushed a little and looked at me for some moral support. I drank the last sip of my drink and then said, “I’ll do it. That is, if Hannah doesn’t mind...”
Hannah smiled a bit, and blushed some more, obviously debating in her head on whether or not to let me drive her car. After all, I was underage, I only had a learner’s permit. I could probably have used some more practice, but it was better than those guys hassling her about it. Besides, I’m sure her car could race perfectly fine. I knew Hannah wouldn’t race it, though, cause she’d be a nervous wreck. She had always been like that.
“I’ll race you then,” the jerk guy who had said that Hannah was too chicken said.
I looked back at Hannah. “Fine,” she said, loudly. “She’ll beat you, too. Cause my car kicks ass!”
I giggled a bit and she threw me the keys. I started up the car, backed out carefully, looking at the crowd that was already cheering me on. Frankly, more people liked me than that annoying guy.
I sat at the starting line for a minute, next to him until he started counting down.
3... 2... 1....
We sped off. I was in the lead. I was winning. He got in front of me for a minute, but then fell back behind as I was flooring the gas. 80, 90, 100, 105, 110, 115.....
The next thing I noticed was the flashing lights behind me. My speed had increased to 120 and I looked beside me to see that nothing was there. I looked in the rearview mirror once more, and the asshole’s car was out of shit. My body began shaking like crazy and I slowed down, the lights still flashing behind me. Finally I pulled over and took a deep breath in. I had almost made it to the finish line...
“License and registration, please,” the officer said in a very unamused voice.
“Er, officer..” I said, fumbling through my head to make up an excuse. “I...”
“Hand me your license and registration.”
I looked through the glovebox trying to find the registration. I had no idea what the registration even looked like. “Uhmm... is this it?” I asked, handing up a sheet of paper.”
“Ma’am, is this your car?”
“Uhmmm, no sir,” I stuttered.
“Whose is it?”
“My friend's.”
“Where is your license?”
I searched through my wallet that was in my back pocket and found my learner’s permit then handed it to him. He peeked at me from over the permit.
“I need you to step out of the car.”
“I... um... please, sir...”
“Now,” he ordered.
Scared half to death, I complied, stepping outside of the car and meeting him face to face. He was a good 4 inches taller than me, and a bit chubby.
“Where is your friend?” he asked in the same stern voice.
“Uhmmm, back there,” I said, pointing to the group of people where I saw more sirens.
“Very well. Come with me.” I followed him to the car where we stood for a moment, he talking to someone on his walkie talkie and scribbling down stuff on a pad. I was almost to tears being so scared... but maybe they’d let me off easy. “... minor driving a --” he broke off and looked at me. “Have you been drinking?” he asked, sniffing the air.
“Erm..” I muttered. “I had a little..” I said, deciding that the truth would be better in this case. A breathalizer test would insure that I had indeed been drinking, and I’d get into more trouble that way.
Before he could say more, another police car arrived behind him and a woman stepped out. She couldn’t have been older than 30, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
The male officer finished his sentence, describing the car to the other person and the woman said, “okay, hands on the car, legs apart.”
I shuttered a little bit as I remembered movies where people had been molested after an officer told them that. Once again, though, I complied, hoping that it would help me get off a bit easier. The woman padded me down, searching in my pockets and things then took my right hand and cuffed it, then took my left hand and cuffed it, too, and just like that, I was unable to move my arms at all. She opened the male officer’s back seat and halfway pushed me inside then slammed the door in my face. The noise from outside faded, but I could still hear the nervous ringing in my ears. My heart was still pounding inside my chest and I couldn’t do anything but sit there and refrain from crying. I had been arrested... Kevin wouldn’t be very pleased if he had to find out. But maybe they were just going to take me to the hotel and I wouldn’t have to tell him.
I saw the woman officer drive back past me, the drunk guy and the asshole in her backseat, both muttering insanely. A pit of guilt settled in my stomach, making me want to cry more. But before I had the chance, the front door opened and the officer chunked his notepad inside and plopped himself down in front of the steering wheel.
“Miss Ashley. 15 years old, drag racing and under the influence of alcohol. Were you actually trying to kill yourself?”
I said nothing. I felt bad enough as it was, I didn’t need this guy to make me feel worse.
He slammed his door shut and drove off, leaving Hannah’s car on the side of the road. “What’re we going to do about my friend’s car?”
“She’s getting the keys back, as she wasn’t drinking or racing.”
I nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble. The officer didn’t speak to me the entire way there. Instead, we listened to the constant chatter of policemen on the walkie talkies, having rather interesting conversations I might say. If I hadn’t have been in so much trouble, they would have been indeed very amusing.
We arrived to the juvenile detention center at 12:30 in the morning. The officer opened my back door for me and escorted me inside, finally uncuffing me and such. I ended up in front of a desk where I was fingerprinted and photographed. “I need you to call your parent or guardian,” the monotone lady said then handed me a phone. My hands shook nervously as I dialed Kevin’s cell phone number, praying that he wouldn’t answer...
“Hello?” she sleepy voice answered. I noticed that it wasn’t Kevin, but Brian, his friend, instead.
“Hey, Brian,” I tried to say, sounding all cheerful.
“Hey,” he said, still half asleep.
“Is Kevin there?”
“Nope, sure isn’t. He downtown with the other guys.”
“Ohhh,” I said, then figured that since Brian was over 21, he might as well come and pick me up himself. “Well, think you can come pick me up?”
“Sure thing, kid. Where are ya?” I could hear his voice getting less sleepy and heard him get off of the bed.
“At the juvenile detention center place,” I said, yawning as if it was nothing at all.
“What?!?!?”
“Uhmmm,” I mumbled.
“What the hell happened?”
“I uh, kinda got into some trouble. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The phone clicked in my ear and I handed the woman her phone back then sat down on the chair in front of her desk. I waited for what seemed like two seconds until Brian appeared behind me, hair messed up, eyes raging with anger.
“Hello,” the woman said, standing up and shaking his hand.
Brian nodded a hello and sat down next to me.
“Ashley’s gotten into a bit of trouble. Driving without a license, under the influence of alcohol, speeding...”
Brian glared at me, but I just gave a half smile back.
“Due to her cooperation and age, and the fact that she isn’t even a residence of this county, we decided to let her off with a warning, this time.”
I sighed heavily. Ahh, relief.
“I do not want to see this again, though,” she said, looking at me. “What you did was very dangerous. You could have killed yourself or someone else.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” Brian said, “it won’t happen again.”
The woman smiled. “I’m sure it won’t.” She stood as if dismissing us so we did, too, then she shook our hands and Brian led me out of the door. He said nothing to me, didn’t seemed angry at all, though his clouded eyes showed me that he was still pretty upset.
I didn’t speak to him the entire way there, even after we pulled into the hotel parking lot and walked to the elevators. We finally arrived to our floor and he led me to his room where he unlocked the door and halfway pushed me in.
“What?” I said, referring to the fact that he was still pissed at me. “Come on, Bri, it wasn’t that big of a deal... I just wanna go to my room and get some sleep.”
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bed, blocking the doorway so I could not get out.
I sighed loudly and plopped myself down on his untidy bed. “What?” I muttered.
“What in the hell do you think you were doing?!” he asked in a sudden yell.
“Uhmmm,” I said, trying to think of a good excuse in my head. “I was just driving for a little while... besides...”
“Besides nothing. You don’t have your license yet and you were going 120. 120!”
“That’s not... too... fast.”
“Not too fast? And you were drinking? What the hell were you thinking?”
“Uhmmmm, I was thinking that it would be fun...”
“Fun? Would it be fun if you ended up in a ditch and nobody knew where you were cause we all thought you were going to your friend’s house? Would it be fun whenever you killed someone, or even yourself? I don’t see any fun in this...”
“I didn’t know I would get caught..”
“Is that all your sorry for? Getting caught?”
“Well, I wish I hadn’t been...”
“You’re 15 years old! You can’t go ruining your life by drinking and driving. You’ll end up dead before you graduate.”
I ignored him and looked off at the wall, that wasn’t very interesting, but more interesting than looking at Brian who was still furious with me. “Can’t believe you, Ashley.” He stopped speaking, suddenly, then said, “okay, I’m going to punish you for this.”
“Que?” I said, Spanish for ‘what?’
“I’m going to punish you. I’ll punish you and whenever you tell Kev, I’ll tell him that I took care of it, but I don’ t know what time he’s coming home tonight and I’m not going to just wait, especially with the attitude that you’re having.”
“What attitude!” I spat out.
“That one,” he said, voice almost calm.
“This is stupid!” I screamed. “I didn’t hurt anyone, didn’t get arrested, I’m not in jail, you should just get over it!”
“Thank God that none of that happened. But it could have and..”
I sighed loudly then stood up. “No,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to my room now where I can sit on my own bed and have a little bit of fucking peace!” I turned around and tried to storm out of the room, but Brian caught my arm.
“Don’t you use that tone with me and walk off while I’m talking to you!” he said. I tried to jerk away from his grip but he pulled me closer to him.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
Surprisingly, he let go. “I won’t have this, Ashley. If you’ll just do what I tell you, it’ll be much easier and...”
“Much easier my ass,” I said, trying to push past him again, but he stood right in front of me. I don’t know what I was thinking... but something inside me told me to... and I pushed him, hard. It didn’t hurt him any, couldn’t have. He barely moved back, but he moved back enough to give me a little space and get closer to the door. He grabbed my arm again and I kicked him in the shin. That did it all.
He gripped me tighter than he had before and dragged me over to the bed where he sat down. “Young lady, you will NOT push me or kick me ever again!” he said, still holding me with his right hand and moving towards my pants with his left.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said in almost a whisper, already knowing what he was about to do...
“And you will not use that type of language with me either. You are acting very childish, Ashley. And you need to stop.” His left hand landed on the button of my pants and he unbuttoned them.
“No!” I said, trying to pull away again. That didn’t stop him any, he just kept at what he was doing and soon enough, my pants fell to the floor and i stood in front of one of my best friends in only my t-shirt and panties, trying to wiggle free from his grip.
“Stop it,” he said sternly. The next thing he did was totally unexpected... he yanked me over his lap and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m 15! That’s too old!” I protested, having never been spanked before in my life.
“If you really were 15, you would act like it!” he said then landed a sharp smack in the center of my bottom.
“Owwwwww!” I whined. It hurt way much more than I had every thought it would...
He gave me five hard smacks on my right cheek, not even giving me time to breathe between each one. “Ow!” I exclaimed after every smack. Then he landed five more on my left cheek, causing me to yelp in pain.
“Owwwwwwww,” I whined, louder now. “Stopppppp,” I said, kicking my legs again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Ashley, you know better than to drive without your license.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drink.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drag race like that.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you will NEVER hit me like that again, understand me?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Owwwwwww,” I still whined after each smack, now begging him as I felt my bottom getting warmer and warmer...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
He lay his hand down on my bottom for a moment, giving me a bit of a break. It hurt like crazy, but I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t do that...
He stood me up and allowed me to pull my pants and panties back up. “You’ll stay in here until Kevin gets back,” he ordered, and from the previous experience I decided not to tell him what I was thinking but instead I huffed loudly and folded my arms.
I debated in my mind on whether or not to sit down on the bed. My bottom still stung like crazy, and whenever I had tried to rub the sting out, to no avail cause it still stung like crazy, I felt how hot my bottom was, and knew for sure that it would probably hurt more whenever I sat down. I had never been spanked before... and believe me, it hurt way more than I had always thought it would.
Of course, I didn’t have to debate long on whether or not to sit down, because moments later I heard a knock out the door and Brian walked over to get it. “Ah, hello...”
“Hey,” I heard the familiar voice say. I got my hopes up, seeing that it was Kevin, and knew he would see my side of this... “Have you heard from Ashley?”
“Actually...” Brian said, then turned around to face me, “she’s here. We have something we need to discuss with you.”
I knew that Kevin now wore a look of confusion as Brian led him into the room. He saw me standing there, still rubbing my bottom absentmindedly, and said, “what happened?”
Brian sat down on the bed next to me and Kevin just stood there, towering over me. The difference in our heighth was definitely noticable now...
I looked at Brian and he looked back at me. Obviously, he wanted me to explain it. “He hit me!” I spat out, the anger in my body catching up with me.
“What?” Kevin asked, voice full of confusion.
“He hit me!” I shouted again. “He was mad and he just started hitting me and it isn’t fair!”
“Why did he hit you?”
I didn’t say anything, just held back my anger.
“Well?”
“Cause I asked him to come pick me up, and he was mad. So he hit me!”
Kevin glanced at Brian, knowing that I wasn’t telling the entire story. “Young lady,” Kevin said in a threatening voice, “tell me exactly what happened and no messing around,” he warned. The tone of his voice told me that he wasn’t on my side.
“I was just having some fun and we got picked up by the cops and I called and you weren’t home and Brian decided he’d hit me instead.”
“Having fun doing what?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer this. The pit in my stomach had now moved to my throat and I was truly feeling bad about what I had done, or most likely, about getting caught. I couldn’t speak or I’d cry... I’d break down and cry like a baby. And I couldn’t let Brian see that he had won.
“Ashley, what were you doing?” Kevin repeated.
But I still did not answer. He looked over to Brian who had not spoken at all.
“What was she doing?”
Brian looked at me and seeing that I wasn’t planning on saying it any time soon he said, “she was racing some kid in someone else’s car while she was drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk!” I defended.
“And she called me and I had to pick her up from the police station. But luckily the let her go with a warning because she complied so well. But I would have never known, the way she acted with me...”
Kevin raised his eyebrows, urging Brian to continue. “And how would that be?”
“Like she was 5 instead of 15. Throwing tantrums, exclaiming that she did nothing wrong. Using profanity and shoving me out of the way whenever I told her that I was going to take care of her.”
Kevin nodded. “This true?” he asked me.
I didn’t answer.
“Obviously, Ashley, you haven’t learned your lesson. What’s this attitude you’re giving me? You’re not usually like this...”
I still said nothing, just waited for him to ground me for a month or something. “You spanked her?” he asked Brian. I shuddered hearing the word.
Brian nodded.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me towards the doorway. “Sorry about this, Bri.” He looked at me to see if I would say anything, but I refused. There was no way that I was going to apologize to him.
Kevin dragged me the entire way to my room because I wasn’t into walking on my own. I was still pissed off about Brian and my bottom hurt like crazy...
We arrived to the room and Kevin plopped me down on the bed. “Explain yourself,” he said suddenly.
“Uh,” I muttered stupidly. “I um...” I was at a loss of words. “Look, Kev, Brian’s already lectured me about drinking and driving and how I could kill myself... please, I’ll do better without another one.”
“Obviously drinking and driving wasn’t the only thing you’ve done that would deserve a lecture. What are you doing with this attitude?”
I shrugged.
“I am NOT going to let this slide, Ashley,” he said in a warning tone. “I think that Brian had a good idea to spank you like that. And I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“But I have!” I whined.
“No, you haven’t. Drop your pants,” he ordered, but I did not do so. “Ashley, I will NOT ask you again, young lady. You are this close to getting it worse,” he said, holding up his fingers, centimeters apart from one another. I still did not budge, though.
He hoisted me up from the couch and smacked me solidly three time on the bottom then proceeded to tell me once more to do as I was told. I just folded my arms and stood there, unmobile. He gave an exasperated sigh and unbuttoned my pants for me, even though I didn’t let him do it with my arms folded. I kicked and yelled for him to stop, trying to push him away. “Ashley, stop!” he said, then held onto my arms with his left hand and finished doing what he had started. I felt the button slip through the hole then my zipper sliding down, and before I knew it, my pants were on the ground.
“Nooooooo!” I whined, still fighting with Kevin.
“Ashley, you better stop acting like this right now,” Kevin scolded. “I won’t put up with this.”
I stopped fighting a bit and Kevin let go of me for a second, after giving me a very pissed off look as if saying I better stay right where I was. I watched him as I heard the sound of his belt buckle unclasp and then slip through the loops of his jeans.
“Nooooo,” I whined again. “Please, Kev... I’m sorryyyyy.”
It was too late. He had his belt folded over and was lying me across his lap. “I won’t put up with the way you’re acting, Ashley.” My panties were tugged down to my knees and I wiggled a little. I felt the nice cool breeze pass my bottom and silently prayed that Kevin wouldn’t be too hard on me, no matter how much I deserved it. He said nothing else, just began spanking me with his hand, pounding my bottom where it already still ached from my spanking from Brian.
Instantly, I began kicking and pleading for him to stop. “Pleaseeeeeee stopppppp, I’m sorryyyyyy,” I whined.
“This is just the beginning, young lady,” Kevin replied, still spanking me with full force.
“Owwwwww,” I whined.
“I told you if you didn’t obey me, you’d get it worse. Maybe next time you’ll believe me.”
“Owwwwwwwwww, Kevinnnn stopppp pleaseeee,” I whined louder, kicking my legs a bit and crying like crazy.
He stopped spanking me for a minute and all I could think of was that I wish that cool breeze was still over my bottom... that’s how much it stung...
“You’re 15 years old, Ashley. You could have hurt yourself or someone else really badly by what you did tonight. And I am your guardian, and you won’t disrespect me or Brian or anyone else who has the right to punish you. Got it?”
I nodded. “Yessss, I’ll be good.. please no more.”
“15 with the belt, then I’ll be finished.”
“Pleaseeeee, I don’t need the belt.”
“Yes you do, sweetheart. I’m sorry I have to do this, but you’ve gotta learn, okay?”
I cried harder, but I understood him completely.
“I’m only doing this because I love you...”
WHACK!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drink anymore?”
“Noooooo...”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drive without a license anymore?”
“Noooo, I won’t.. I’m sorryyyyyyyy,” I said, pleading and crying to him because the belt stung much more than I imagined.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to go 120 miles per hour whenever you do get your license?”
“Definitely not,” I said through tears.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to do what Brian and I tell you to do from now on, or anyone else from the band?”
“Yesssssssss.”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “How old are you, Ashley?”
“Fifteennnnnn, owwwwwwwwwww...”
“And that’s too young to be drinking, isn’t it?” WHACK WHACK!!!!
“Yesssssss, I’m sorryyyyyy, please no moreeeeee.” I cried like crazy. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“This is the last one, Ashley. You know I’m very disappointed in you. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yesssssssss I have, I have..”
WWWHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwwieeeeeee. Owww it hurts, it hurts.” I whined and kicked and missed hearing the belt hit the floor with a thud.
Kevin scooped me up in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said, rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair gently. “It’s okay, honey. Shhhh shhh.” I buried my head into his chest and cried, listening to his soothing voice console me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I know. I forgive you, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said as he kept rocking and singing to me. Lost in his arms and his singing, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, my bottom still aching like crazy, but my conscience feeling much better. I had no intentions to ever again speak to Kevin or Brian the way I had... and the next day I would definitely apologize to Brian.
Drag Race
by Breanna Carter
I was ecstatic. Not only was I visiting my old city that I used to live in, but I was also allowed to hang out with some friends who were throwing a smashing party. Of course, Kevin didn’t know about the smashing party. But he had indeed agreed to let me hang out with my friend, Hannah. I was so ecstatic that it only took me about 15 minutes to get ready and run out of the hotel room waving goodbye to the guys that were already like my family. Here I was, 15 years old, not a worry in the world. My parents had died and I was an orphan for a while, that is, until I met Kevin and he said he wanted to take me in. Which was probably the best moment of my life. So he adopted me, and I hung out with him and his best friends, the guys he was in a band with. Those were the best days of my life, going on tour with them, just hanging out and being one big family. I enjoyed having a family for once.
Anyway, as I was saying, I skipped out of the hotel and nearly ran straight into Hannah. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, tackling me in a hug.
“No, not quite, but close enough,” I smirked.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she exclaimed as she hugged me tighter.
“I know, I know. Loosen up, will ya? You’re going to suffocate me before we even leave the building.”
She blushed a little bit but let go. “I’m so happy to see you again, Ash. Are you ready for the party tonight?”
“You know it,” I said, grinning. She half-dragged me out of the very expensive hotel lobby, as the lady at the front desk told us goodbye and we grinned telling her bye as well.
“This hotel is grand,” Hannah said, jamming the key into her ignition.
“It’s cool having a rich guardian.”
“I bet.” I grinned widely as we drove into the sunset, arriving at Brett’s house before we knew it. “We’re here,” Hannah said. She smiled and opened her car door and I followed her inside the cozy house. I was hit by loud music, some kind of death metal stuff that I didn’t really listen to, or like for that matter. Brett met us at the entranceway.
“Ah, well hello,” he said extending his hand towards us. He wore super baggy jeans and a T shirt that had a weird Satanic picture on it and a band’s name that I had never heard of, but he was definitely very sexy. I shook his hand and blushed furiously cause he was so freakin’ hott.
“Brett, this is my friend, Ashley.”
“Heya, Ashley.”
“Hi,” I said, blushing a little more. We made our way inside the house. It wasn’t nothing compared to the house I lived in, but it was comfortable. Not too big, not too small, plenty of people were inside, most of them just talking, a few smoking, nearly everyone drinking. I declined every drink that was offered to me, not too keen on the idea of getting drunk off my ass and being dragged home.
The party was still going full blast whenever Hannah came up to me next to a few other super hott guys. “Hey,” one of them said, slipping an arm around my waiste.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hey, Ash,” Hannah said, “we’re going to go down to the parkway, where they have all the drag races and stuff. Wanna come with us? We’re coming back by here later, so if you wanna stay, you can.”
I grinned. Me? Decline on an offer to hang out with sexy guys and my best friends? Hah, yeah right. “Hell yeah I wanna go,” I said, even though I was having a good time talking with some old friends and meeting new ones.
Hannah just smiled and the guy whose hand was around my waiste led me out of the door and outside where the music wasn’t as loud. “I’m Chase, by the way,” he said.
“Oh, yeah. I’m Ashley.”
I piled up in Hannah’s car with Chase and one of his friends, and the other guys, two of them, and another girl piled up in another car. We blared music the entire way there, good stuff this time, and talked loudly over it, but basically just sang along, Hannah and me being the only sober people in there.
Whenever we got to the parkway, I didn’t even know that’s where we were. I don’t know what I was expecting. Drag racing was illegal, it wasn’t like they were going to have checkered flags and a starting line and people sitting in stands rooting for their favorite car. And of course, nothing like this was there. In fact, it really just looked like people sitting down on the river front, talking and having a good time.
We hopped out of Hannah’s car. “We’re here?” I asked, looking around at the empty highway in front of me, and the people sitting on the grass gazing at two cars that were on the highway, a yellow one and a blue one. I didn’t know, nor care, what type of cars they were. Finally they sped by me, the yellow one in the front, the blue one trailing until it was almost the end, a few miles down the highway. There were yells and screams from the crowd and some other people who were closer by the riverfront began cheering too.
“Hannahhhhh,” a drunken voice said then fell onto Hannah in a hug.
“Hey, baby,” she said, patting the boy on the head. “How are ya?”
“Drunk,” he replied then stood up and grinned. “How are you?”
“I’m great. Guys,” she called to the group of people as we walked towards them, “this is my friend Ashley. I know some of you remember her...”
“Ashleyyyyyyy,” the drunk boy said then fell onto me in a hug.
“Uhm, hi,” I said nervously. I was about to say something, but was interrupted by voices approaching us.
“My car can kick your ass, dude.”
“No way, man, my car definitely is better.”
“Nope.”
“Yep.”
They stopped instantly as they arrived to us. “John says that he can beat me. Wanna take bets on it?”
Everyone started an instant chatter, looking around at the cars and telling which ones would win. Everyone put five dollars down on their choice of car, and some people put ten down. I, on the other hand, just stood there and watched.
“Have a drink?” the drunk boy said, shoving a sprite in my hand. It was against my better judgement, but I figured, what the hell. Hannah is the designated driver, I might as well. So I gratefully accepted the drink and took a huge gulp, which was the first mistake, seeing as it wasn’t sprite at all.
“Jesus Christ, what is this shit?”
“Smirnoff,” he smirked. “Yummy?”
I took another sip then grinned, pleased with myself. “Very yummy.”
I watched as the next two cars lined up and sped down the highway, the guy whose name was John actually winning, though most of the people betted against him. He seemed pleased with himself and so did his fans.
“... don’t you race, Hannah?” John asked.
“Why WOULD I race?”
“She knows her car wouldn’t do worth a shit,” someone says.
“Sure it would,” Hannah defended. “I just don’t feel like racing, that’s all.”
The guy shrugged. “Whatever.”
She kind of blushed a little and looked at me for some moral support. I drank the last sip of my drink and then said, “I’ll do it. That is, if Hannah doesn’t mind...”
Hannah smiled a bit, and blushed some more, obviously debating in her head on whether or not to let me drive her car. After all, I was underage, I only had a learner’s permit. I could probably have used some more practice, but it was better than those guys hassling her about it. Besides, I’m sure her car could race perfectly fine. I knew Hannah wouldn’t race it, though, cause she’d be a nervous wreck. She had always been like that.
“I’ll race you then,” the jerk guy who had said that Hannah was too chicken said.
I looked back at Hannah. “Fine,” she said, loudly. “She’ll beat you, too. Cause my car kicks ass!”
I giggled a bit and she threw me the keys. I started up the car, backed out carefully, looking at the crowd that was already cheering me on. Frankly, more people liked me than that annoying guy.
I sat at the starting line for a minute, next to him until he started counting down.
3... 2... 1....
We sped off. I was in the lead. I was winning. He got in front of me for a minute, but then fell back behind as I was flooring the gas. 80, 90, 100, 105, 110, 115.....
The next thing I noticed was the flashing lights behind me. My speed had increased to 120 and I looked beside me to see that nothing was there. I looked in the rearview mirror once more, and the asshole’s car was out of shit. My body began shaking like crazy and I slowed down, the lights still flashing behind me. Finally I pulled over and took a deep breath in. I had almost made it to the finish line...
“License and registration, please,” the officer said in a very unamused voice.
“Er, officer..” I said, fumbling through my head to make up an excuse. “I...”
“Hand me your license and registration.”
I looked through the glovebox trying to find the registration. I had no idea what the registration even looked like. “Uhmm... is this it?” I asked, handing up a sheet of paper.”
“Ma’am, is this your car?”
“Uhmmm, no sir,” I stuttered.
“Whose is it?”
“My friend's.”
“Where is your license?”
I searched through my wallet that was in my back pocket and found my learner’s permit then handed it to him. He peeked at me from over the permit.
“I need you to step out of the car.”
“I... um... please, sir...”
“Now,” he ordered.
Scared half to death, I complied, stepping outside of the car and meeting him face to face. He was a good 4 inches taller than me, and a bit chubby.
“Where is your friend?” he asked in the same stern voice.
“Uhmmm, back there,” I said, pointing to the group of people where I saw more sirens.
“Very well. Come with me.” I followed him to the car where we stood for a moment, he talking to someone on his walkie talkie and scribbling down stuff on a pad. I was almost to tears being so scared... but maybe they’d let me off easy. “... minor driving a --” he broke off and looked at me. “Have you been drinking?” he asked, sniffing the air.
“Erm..” I muttered. “I had a little..” I said, deciding that the truth would be better in this case. A breathalizer test would insure that I had indeed been drinking, and I’d get into more trouble that way.
Before he could say more, another police car arrived behind him and a woman stepped out. She couldn’t have been older than 30, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
The male officer finished his sentence, describing the car to the other person and the woman said, “okay, hands on the car, legs apart.”
I shuttered a little bit as I remembered movies where people had been molested after an officer told them that. Once again, though, I complied, hoping that it would help me get off a bit easier. The woman padded me down, searching in my pockets and things then took my right hand and cuffed it, then took my left hand and cuffed it, too, and just like that, I was unable to move my arms at all. She opened the male officer’s back seat and halfway pushed me inside then slammed the door in my face. The noise from outside faded, but I could still hear the nervous ringing in my ears. My heart was still pounding inside my chest and I couldn’t do anything but sit there and refrain from crying. I had been arrested... Kevin wouldn’t be very pleased if he had to find out. But maybe they were just going to take me to the hotel and I wouldn’t have to tell him.
I saw the woman officer drive back past me, the drunk guy and the asshole in her backseat, both muttering insanely. A pit of guilt settled in my stomach, making me want to cry more. But before I had the chance, the front door opened and the officer chunked his notepad inside and plopped himself down in front of the steering wheel.
“Miss Ashley. 15 years old, drag racing and under the influence of alcohol. Were you actually trying to kill yourself?”
I said nothing. I felt bad enough as it was, I didn’t need this guy to make me feel worse.
He slammed his door shut and drove off, leaving Hannah’s car on the side of the road. “What’re we going to do about my friend’s car?”
“She’s getting the keys back, as she wasn’t drinking or racing.”
I nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble. The officer didn’t speak to me the entire way there. Instead, we listened to the constant chatter of policemen on the walkie talkies, having rather interesting conversations I might say. If I hadn’t have been in so much trouble, they would have been indeed very amusing.
We arrived to the juvenile detention center at 12:30 in the morning. The officer opened my back door for me and escorted me inside, finally uncuffing me and such. I ended up in front of a desk where I was fingerprinted and photographed. “I need you to call your parent or guardian,” the monotone lady said then handed me a phone. My hands shook nervously as I dialed Kevin’s cell phone number, praying that he wouldn’t answer...
“Hello?” she sleepy voice answered. I noticed that it wasn’t Kevin, but Brian, his friend, instead.
“Hey, Brian,” I tried to say, sounding all cheerful.
“Hey,” he said, still half asleep.
“Is Kevin there?”
“Nope, sure isn’t. He downtown with the other guys.”
“Ohhh,” I said, then figured that since Brian was over 21, he might as well come and pick me up himself. “Well, think you can come pick me up?”
“Sure thing, kid. Where are ya?” I could hear his voice getting less sleepy and heard him get off of the bed.
“At the juvenile detention center place,” I said, yawning as if it was nothing at all.
“What?!?!?”
“Uhmmm,” I mumbled.
“What the hell happened?”
“I uh, kinda got into some trouble. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The phone clicked in my ear and I handed the woman her phone back then sat down on the chair in front of her desk. I waited for what seemed like two seconds until Brian appeared behind me, hair messed up, eyes raging with anger.
“Hello,” the woman said, standing up and shaking his hand.
Brian nodded a hello and sat down next to me.
“Ashley’s gotten into a bit of trouble. Driving without a license, under the influence of alcohol, speeding...”
Brian glared at me, but I just gave a half smile back.
“Due to her cooperation and age, and the fact that she isn’t even a residence of this county, we decided to let her off with a warning, this time.”
I sighed heavily. Ahh, relief.
“I do not want to see this again, though,” she said, looking at me. “What you did was very dangerous. You could have killed yourself or someone else.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” Brian said, “it won’t happen again.”
The woman smiled. “I’m sure it won’t.” She stood as if dismissing us so we did, too, then she shook our hands and Brian led me out of the door. He said nothing to me, didn’t seemed angry at all, though his clouded eyes showed me that he was still pretty upset.
I didn’t speak to him the entire way there, even after we pulled into the hotel parking lot and walked to the elevators. We finally arrived to our floor and he led me to his room where he unlocked the door and halfway pushed me in.
“What?” I said, referring to the fact that he was still pissed at me. “Come on, Bri, it wasn’t that big of a deal... I just wanna go to my room and get some sleep.”
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bed, blocking the doorway so I could not get out.
I sighed loudly and plopped myself down on his untidy bed. “What?” I muttered.
“What in the hell do you think you were doing?!” he asked in a sudden yell.
“Uhmmm,” I said, trying to think of a good excuse in my head. “I was just driving for a little while... besides...”
“Besides nothing. You don’t have your license yet and you were going 120. 120!”
“That’s not... too... fast.”
“Not too fast? And you were drinking? What the hell were you thinking?”
“Uhmmmm, I was thinking that it would be fun...”
“Fun? Would it be fun if you ended up in a ditch and nobody knew where you were cause we all thought you were going to your friend’s house? Would it be fun whenever you killed someone, or even yourself? I don’t see any fun in this...”
“I didn’t know I would get caught..”
“Is that all your sorry for? Getting caught?”
“Well, I wish I hadn’t been...”
“You’re 15 years old! You can’t go ruining your life by drinking and driving. You’ll end up dead before you graduate.”
I ignored him and looked off at the wall, that wasn’t very interesting, but more interesting than looking at Brian who was still furious with me. “Can’t believe you, Ashley.” He stopped speaking, suddenly, then said, “okay, I’m going to punish you for this.”
“Que?” I said, Spanish for ‘what?’
“I’m going to punish you. I’ll punish you and whenever you tell Kev, I’ll tell him that I took care of it, but I don’ t know what time he’s coming home tonight and I’m not going to just wait, especially with the attitude that you’re having.”
“What attitude!” I spat out.
“That one,” he said, voice almost calm.
“This is stupid!” I screamed. “I didn’t hurt anyone, didn’t get arrested, I’m not in jail, you should just get over it!”
“Thank God that none of that happened. But it could have and..”
I sighed loudly then stood up. “No,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to my room now where I can sit on my own bed and have a little bit of fucking peace!” I turned around and tried to storm out of the room, but Brian caught my arm.
“Don’t you use that tone with me and walk off while I’m talking to you!” he said. I tried to jerk away from his grip but he pulled me closer to him.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
Surprisingly, he let go. “I won’t have this, Ashley. If you’ll just do what I tell you, it’ll be much easier and...”
“Much easier my ass,” I said, trying to push past him again, but he stood right in front of me. I don’t know what I was thinking... but something inside me told me to... and I pushed him, hard. It didn’t hurt him any, couldn’t have. He barely moved back, but he moved back enough to give me a little space and get closer to the door. He grabbed my arm again and I kicked him in the shin. That did it all.
He gripped me tighter than he had before and dragged me over to the bed where he sat down. “Young lady, you will NOT push me or kick me ever again!” he said, still holding me with his right hand and moving towards my pants with his left.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said in almost a whisper, already knowing what he was about to do...
“And you will not use that type of language with me either. You are acting very childish, Ashley. And you need to stop.” His left hand landed on the button of my pants and he unbuttoned them.
“No!” I said, trying to pull away again. That didn’t stop him any, he just kept at what he was doing and soon enough, my pants fell to the floor and i stood in front of one of my best friends in only my t-shirt and panties, trying to wiggle free from his grip.
“Stop it,” he said sternly. The next thing he did was totally unexpected... he yanked me over his lap and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m 15! That’s too old!” I protested, having never been spanked before in my life.
“If you really were 15, you would act like it!” he said then landed a sharp smack in the center of my bottom.
“Owwwwww!” I whined. It hurt way much more than I had every thought it would...
He gave me five hard smacks on my right cheek, not even giving me time to breathe between each one. “Ow!” I exclaimed after every smack. Then he landed five more on my left cheek, causing me to yelp in pain.
“Owwwwwwww,” I whined, louder now. “Stopppppp,” I said, kicking my legs again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Ashley, you know better than to drive without your license.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drink.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drag race like that.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you will NEVER hit me like that again, understand me?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Owwwwwww,” I still whined after each smack, now begging him as I felt my bottom getting warmer and warmer...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
He lay his hand down on my bottom for a moment, giving me a bit of a break. It hurt like crazy, but I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t do that...
He stood me up and allowed me to pull my pants and panties back up. “You’ll stay in here until Kevin gets back,” he ordered, and from the previous experience I decided not to tell him what I was thinking but instead I huffed loudly and folded my arms.
I debated in my mind on whether or not to sit down on the bed. My bottom still stung like crazy, and whenever I had tried to rub the sting out, to no avail cause it still stung like crazy, I felt how hot my bottom was, and knew for sure that it would probably hurt more whenever I sat down. I had never been spanked before... and believe me, it hurt way more than I had always thought it would.
Of course, I didn’t have to debate long on whether or not to sit down, because moments later I heard a knock out the door and Brian walked over to get it. “Ah, hello...”
“Hey,” I heard the familiar voice say. I got my hopes up, seeing that it was Kevin, and knew he would see my side of this... “Have you heard from Ashley?”
“Actually...” Brian said, then turned around to face me, “she’s here. We have something we need to discuss with you.”
I knew that Kevin now wore a look of confusion as Brian led him into the room. He saw me standing there, still rubbing my bottom absentmindedly, and said, “what happened?”
Brian sat down on the bed next to me and Kevin just stood there, towering over me. The difference in our heighth was definitely noticable now...
I looked at Brian and he looked back at me. Obviously, he wanted me to explain it. “He hit me!” I spat out, the anger in my body catching up with me.
“What?” Kevin asked, voice full of confusion.
“He hit me!” I shouted again. “He was mad and he just started hitting me and it isn’t fair!”
“Why did he hit you?”
I didn’t say anything, just held back my anger.
“Well?”
“Cause I asked him to come pick me up, and he was mad. So he hit me!”
Kevin glanced at Brian, knowing that I wasn’t telling the entire story. “Young lady,” Kevin said in a threatening voice, “tell me exactly what happened and no messing around,” he warned. The tone of his voice told me that he wasn’t on my side.
“I was just having some fun and we got picked up by the cops and I called and you weren’t home and Brian decided he’d hit me instead.”
“Having fun doing what?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer this. The pit in my stomach had now moved to my throat and I was truly feeling bad about what I had done, or most likely, about getting caught. I couldn’t speak or I’d cry... I’d break down and cry like a baby. And I couldn’t let Brian see that he had won.
“Ashley, what were you doing?” Kevin repeated.
But I still did not answer. He looked over to Brian who had not spoken at all.
“What was she doing?”
Brian looked at me and seeing that I wasn’t planning on saying it any time soon he said, “she was racing some kid in someone else’s car while she was drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk!” I defended.
“And she called me and I had to pick her up from the police station. But luckily the let her go with a warning because she complied so well. But I would have never known, the way she acted with me...”
Kevin raised his eyebrows, urging Brian to continue. “And how would that be?”
“Like she was 5 instead of 15. Throwing tantrums, exclaiming that she did nothing wrong. Using profanity and shoving me out of the way whenever I told her that I was going to take care of her.”
Kevin nodded. “This true?” he asked me.
I didn’t answer.
“Obviously, Ashley, you haven’t learned your lesson. What’s this attitude you’re giving me? You’re not usually like this...”
I still said nothing, just waited for him to ground me for a month or something. “You spanked her?” he asked Brian. I shuddered hearing the word.
Brian nodded.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me towards the doorway. “Sorry about this, Bri.” He looked at me to see if I would say anything, but I refused. There was no way that I was going to apologize to him.
Kevin dragged me the entire way to my room because I wasn’t into walking on my own. I was still pissed off about Brian and my bottom hurt like crazy...
We arrived to the room and Kevin plopped me down on the bed. “Explain yourself,” he said suddenly.
“Uh,” I muttered stupidly. “I um...” I was at a loss of words. “Look, Kev, Brian’s already lectured me about drinking and driving and how I could kill myself... please, I’ll do better without another one.”
“Obviously drinking and driving wasn’t the only thing you’ve done that would deserve a lecture. What are you doing with this attitude?”
I shrugged.
“I am NOT going to let this slide, Ashley,” he said in a warning tone. “I think that Brian had a good idea to spank you like that. And I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“But I have!” I whined.
“No, you haven’t. Drop your pants,” he ordered, but I did not do so. “Ashley, I will NOT ask you again, young lady. You are this close to getting it worse,” he said, holding up his fingers, centimeters apart from one another. I still did not budge, though.
He hoisted me up from the couch and smacked me solidly three time on the bottom then proceeded to tell me once more to do as I was told. I just folded my arms and stood there, unmobile. He gave an exasperated sigh and unbuttoned my pants for me, even though I didn’t let him do it with my arms folded. I kicked and yelled for him to stop, trying to push him away. “Ashley, stop!” he said, then held onto my arms with his left hand and finished doing what he had started. I felt the button slip through the hole then my zipper sliding down, and before I knew it, my pants were on the ground.
“Nooooooo!” I whined, still fighting with Kevin.
“Ashley, you better stop acting like this right now,” Kevin scolded. “I won’t put up with this.”
I stopped fighting a bit and Kevin let go of me for a second, after giving me a very pissed off look as if saying I better stay right where I was. I watched him as I heard the sound of his belt buckle unclasp and then slip through the loops of his jeans.
“Nooooo,” I whined again. “Please, Kev... I’m sorryyyyy.”
It was too late. He had his belt folded over and was lying me across his lap. “I won’t put up with the way you’re acting, Ashley.” My panties were tugged down to my knees and I wiggled a little. I felt the nice cool breeze pass my bottom and silently prayed that Kevin wouldn’t be too hard on me, no matter how much I deserved it. He said nothing else, just began spanking me with his hand, pounding my bottom where it already still ached from my spanking from Brian.
Instantly, I began kicking and pleading for him to stop. “Pleaseeeeeee stopppppp, I’m sorryyyyyy,” I whined.
“This is just the beginning, young lady,” Kevin replied, still spanking me with full force.
“Owwwwww,” I whined.
“I told you if you didn’t obey me, you’d get it worse. Maybe next time you’ll believe me.”
“Owwwwwwwwww, Kevinnnn stopppp pleaseeee,” I whined louder, kicking my legs a bit and crying like crazy.
He stopped spanking me for a minute and all I could think of was that I wish that cool breeze was still over my bottom... that’s how much it stung...
“You’re 15 years old, Ashley. You could have hurt yourself or someone else really badly by what you did tonight. And I am your guardian, and you won’t disrespect me or Brian or anyone else who has the right to punish you. Got it?”
I nodded. “Yessss, I’ll be good.. please no more.”
“15 with the belt, then I’ll be finished.”
“Pleaseeeee, I don’t need the belt.”
“Yes you do, sweetheart. I’m sorry I have to do this, but you’ve gotta learn, okay?”
I cried harder, but I understood him completely.
“I’m only doing this because I love you...”
WHACK!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drink anymore?”
“Noooooo...”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drive without a license anymore?”
“Noooo, I won’t.. I’m sorryyyyyyyy,” I said, pleading and crying to him because the belt stung much more than I imagined.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to go 120 miles per hour whenever you do get your license?”
“Definitely not,” I said through tears.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to do what Brian and I tell you to do from now on, or anyone else from the band?”
“Yesssssssss.”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “How old are you, Ashley?”
“Fifteennnnnn, owwwwwwwwwww...”
“And that’s too young to be drinking, isn’t it?” WHACK WHACK!!!!
“Yesssssss, I’m sorryyyyyy, please no moreeeeee.” I cried like crazy. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“This is the last one, Ashley. You know I’m very disappointed in you. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yesssssssss I have, I have..”
WWWHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwwieeeeeee. Owww it hurts, it hurts.” I whined and kicked and missed hearing the belt hit the floor with a thud.
Kevin scooped me up in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said, rocking me back and forth, stroking my hair gently. “It’s okay, honey. Shhhh shhh.” I buried my head into his chest and cried, listening to his soothing voice console me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I know. I forgive you, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said as he kept rocking and singing to me. Lost in his arms and his singing, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, my bottom still aching like crazy, but my conscience feeling much better. I had no intentions to ever again speak to Kevin or Brian the way I had... and the next day I would definitely apologize to Brian.
07 August 2003
Story: Fake ID
Misc Story. Jenn uses a fake ID to get into a club that just happens to be the same one that her friend works at.
Fake ID
by Breanna Carter
“Look,” my friend said, showing me three IDs in her hand. I looked closely, seeing one in which my picture was placed and a fake named was next to it.
“What’s this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.
“It’s a fake ID, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I got one for me, you, and Amber. I figure we can sneak into the club tonight and nobody’ll find out.”
“But I have to work..” I said, not exactly wanting to try to sneak into any club. I really am a good kid, no matter what anyone says. As a 17 year old, I have only drank once or twice, never smoked, not that I cared to, and I didn’t do any drugs. I was a good kid.
“That’s why we’re going after work. Come on, Jenn.. Just go with us, please? It’ll be more fun with you.”
“I highly doubt that,” I said. “You know how much I have anxiety. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Come onnn,” she begged. “Please come with us. It’ll be fine. Nobody will catch us or anything. Besides, these look real, don’t they?”
I looked over the ID again.
Chelsea Nicole Williamson Birthdate: 2/24/84
Maybe I could pass for being 19. I didn’t know though. “Do I honestly look 19?”
“They’ll never know the difference. I’ll pick you up after work. We can leave your car there. Tell your mom you’re staying the night with me.”
I sighed as she walked off. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was antsy for school to end. That’s how all Fridays are. That night, one of my favorite bands was playing at a local club downtown at midnight. I wanted so badly to go, but I didn’t honestly think that Hillary would go so far. I mean, come on... the band wasn’t that great...
“Jennifer... why aren’t you paying attention?” my English teacher asked. I knew good and well why I wasn’t paying attention, but I wasn’t saying that aloud.
“Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s a Friday afternoon, the last class of the day. Can’t we chill out for a little wihle? It’s been a long day.”
The class agreed, nodding their heads up and down, chanting, “yeah.”
“Well,” she said, looking at everyone. “I guess.”
I grinned as did everyone else in the class. That was the advantage of being in a small class. A better relationship with the teacher. “But we will discuss The Grapes of Wrath Monday. Be prepared for a quiz...”
By this time, no one was listening, but instead carrying on their own conversations within the small groups. I, on the other hand, took this time to lie my head down and just think for a while. Think about how I could pull off going to this club tonight. I mean, I was almost 18... it wasn’t too illegal. And the cops wouldn’t know if I was really 17 or not. I could leave my real ID at home, or in my car.
Hillary met me after school. “So, I’ll meet you tonight at Pizza Palace?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.
“I reckon,” I said in my best country voice, grinning back. Pizza Palace was the place I worked at.
So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary that night, and we were going to go downtown to a concert for a little while. Hey, it was partly true. I found some of my best raver clothes so I could change whenever I was finished at work. I dressed myself in my ugly khakies and Pizza Palace shirt, though, and headed off to work before I could even think about having a fun filled evening.
I practically danced around the kitchen at work, making pizzas, giving people their change back, listening to complaints about someone having not enough cheese, or too much sauce, or anything riduculous that one could complain about. Friday nights were always busy.
Around 9, two hours before I should be heading out to the club, my driver buddy, Terrence, had this huge order.
“Where the hell is that going to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I made a medium thin crust extra pepperoni pizza.
“Some church,” he muttered, obviously not enthused.
“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “To a church, eh? I’m glad I don’t have to go to a church... I’d...”
“Jennifer..” a manager called.
“Yes?” I said in my most polite voice.
“Will you take that order with Terrence? There’s a lot of pizzas to hold and stuff, and it’ll just be easier with two people.”
Terrence smirked at me as I scowled under my breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to maintain that politeness.
“So what would you do if you had to go to the church?” he asked, mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.
I just glared at him. Well, at least if I had to go with someone, it was Terrence, the coolest person I worked with. He was a 21 year old college football player, about 6’1, probably 215 pounds. He could lift me up without straining the least bit... probably even bench press me, but I wasn’t going to try that. In fact, he was so strong, I had learned not to even playfully punch him, cause his playful punches back seemed to be much more than playful, you know... kinda painful.
I helped Terrence pack his shit up and carried it out to his beat up old car, placing some bags in the backseat, then sitting in the passengers seat myself, putting some in my lap. I buckled myself in tightly, almost fearing for my life. Terrence didn’t look like he’d be the greatest driver in the world...
Needless to say, we made it there safely, and back safely, he making fun of me the entire way cause I had popped off something to him about having to go to a church and I ended up having to go myself. I still glared at him, partly because of him making fun of me, but also cause I hated the music that he was playing.
Finally my evening at work was finished.
“All right, everyone!” I yelled, loud enough so the entire store could hear me. “I’m gone. See ya tomorrow!” I said cheerfully.
I heard a few scattered “bye”s around the room and then I looked at Terrece, playfully punching him on the arm.
“Later,” I said, smiling big and cheesy.
He punched me back. “Later.”
“Ow.”
I slammed open the door and arrived outside where I met Hillary.
“Hillareee!” I squeeled. I launched myself into her car and we sped off to the club, a dim lit place with a cheap sign that read “the Venue.”
The three of us, Hillary, Amber, and me, arrived around 11:30 to this club. We got in without a problem, and walked around for a little while, hoping to catch a few people we knew, but to no avail. I wasn’t worried about it though. There were plenty of hott guys there anyway...
At midnight sharp the band began playing, and the three of us danced together, even started our own little mosh pit, trying to get some of the 20 year-olds to join in with us. Of course we were immature, and we definitely didn’t fit in.
“Want a drink?” I heard a voice say as the band finished up one of their songs and I cheered loudly. I turned to see this really sexy guy behind me, holding two drinks in his hands. I didn’t know what they were, and honestly didn’t care to try them, but this guy was super hott.
“No, thanks,” I said, nearly kicking myself for being so dumb.
He just shrugged and muttered, “suit yourself,” then walked off, probably trying to find another girl to get wasted and rape. I wasn’t going for that tonight.
As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band still played on. I lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while, but always found them back. That is, except when the time came that I needed them.
“Hey, baby,” I heard an older voice say, and felt a man’s body pressing against me. I turned around and stared directly into the face of a man, probably in his 30s, only an inch or so taller than me. I said nothing, just turned back around and inched away from him. “What, did you mother never teach you any manners?” he asked in a slurred voice. He had apparently had too much to drink... I just ignored him though, still listening to the band. “Listen here, little missy,” he said, grabbing my arm and turning me around.
“Let me GO!” I shouted over the music.
“You’ll respect me! I’m your elders!”
“Leave me alone.”
“I think I need to teach you a lesson...” he slurred once more, not letting go of my arm, attempting to drag me out of the room.
“Let GO!” I shouted again.
“Don’t you talk to me like that...”
I tried to break free but his grip was too strong. What was this creepy guy going to do to me?
He dragged me away from the crowd to one of the bar stools where he shoved me down on it. He slapped me across the face. My eyes began to tear up. “Now you lissen to me..” he said. “Drink this.” He put a beer in front of me.
“No,” I said, wanting to get out of here, but he was all on top of me.
“Now, now, don’t be fiesty!” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I was getting disgusted.
He began trying to kiss all over me and I tried to push him off and I was muttering obscenities, trying to back away whenever I heard.. “Leave her alone.” The man stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. I looked up and saw a large familiar person, his huge frame towering over ours. He had his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now, this young lady here doesn’t want to be around you, so I suggest you leave her alone, or you can leave.”
The man just glared at the figure and stumbled away.
The figure turned back to me. “What the hell are you doing here?” Terrence nearly shouted.
“Uhmmmm..” I muttered. “Just coming to see this band.”
“You’re not even old enough to be in here! How the hell did you get in?”
“I uh... I am old enough..” I said, trying to sound convincing. “My birthday was yesterday.”
“Like hell it was yesterday. Where’s your ID?”
I dug around in my wallet that was in my back pocket and dug out my fake ID, then handed it to him.
“Fake ID, huh? Do you realize how much you put yourself in danger, Jennifer?” he asked, giving me that same glare I had given him the entire rest of the night. I didn’t speak, just looked down at the floor, it becoming more interesting by the moment. “Look at me!” he said, putting his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up where my blue eyes looked directly into his. “It’s late. You’re at a club where you’re too young to get in, and it’s really dangerous. You could get hurt or raped. Any weirdo in here could get you a drink. You shouldn’t be here.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and kind of forcing me to hop off of the barstool and walk with him. For the first time that night I noticed that he was wearing khakies and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles well, and he was wearing a nametag, evidence that he was indeed employed here. I knew he worked at a club, but I didn’t know it was this one...
We finally arrived in the back of the club, in a tiny room that resembled an office. There was a desk with a chair sitting behind it and two chairs in front.
“Jennifer,” he said sternly, “what you did tonight was very dangerous, and very stupid, too, might I add.” I nodded, feeling pretty stupid myself. “And, you had a fake ID,” he said, holding the plastic up in his hand to prove that it was true. “And that’s illegal.” He threw my ID into the trashcan. “I have to punish you for this.”
“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged, instantly thinking of the worst thing he could do.
“Well, it’s either that or I can...” his voice trailed off.
“Can what?” I asked.
“Spank you.”
My heart stopped there and I blinked at him. “Ex.. excuse me?” I muttered.
“I can either call the cops or I can spank you.”
“But... Terrence... I’m 17... that’s too old..”
“Then I’ll call the cops,” he said, moving towards the desk.
“No,” I said. “It’s okay... I’ll..” I gulped, “take the spanking.”
He nodded. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
I shook my head. My parents never really believed in that kind of stuff... besides, I never really needed it...
He nodded and sat down in a chair beside me. “Well,” he began, “you definitely deserve it for doing this, Jenn... I can’t believe you. You’re a great kid... you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs like this.”
I nodded.
“First, I want you to pull down your pants...”
I blinked again, not certain that I honestly wanted to do this. I was frozen in place, my hands dropped by my side, staring at Terrence. He wanted me to do what?
“Jennifer... pull down your pants..”
“I... I uhmm...”
He waited patiently for a little bit then said, “I’ll pull them down if you don’t...”
I think that was a pretty big threat, but a tear slipped down my cheek and I let out a whine. “Please, Terrence...” I begged.
“I can call the police if you want me to..” he said, sticking with his spanking or cops deal that he had made with me.
I wiped more tears out of my eyes, then unbuttoned the baggy jeans that I was wearing and let them fall to the floor. I sniffled then waited to see what I’d have to do next.
“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom, okay?” he said in a calm voice. “And it’s going to hurt, a lot. That’s the point, okay?” I felt so young again... so much like a 7 year old than a 17 year old....
But I nodded as he grasped my left arm and led me closer to him. “And I’m going to put you over my knee and you’re going to remain there for a long time so I know that you learned your lesson. Is there anything you want to ask me or say before I begin?”
“I... I’m.. sorry,” I said, still shocked that the night would have to end this way.
He nodded. “I know, Jenn.” He pulled me over his lap and I stared at the floor for a moment.
I felt a cool breeze as he tugged my panties down and it took all of my inner strength to only blush instead of kick and scream.
“Getting a fake ID isn’t a good thing, Jenn,” he said softly.
SMACK!!!
His first spank landed sharply across my right cheek causing intense pain to creep through my body.
“Owwww,” I said, being taken by surprise.
SMACK!!!
The second spank was on my left cheek, causing the same amount of pain. Now I knew what he meant whenever he gave me playful punches, cause those were nothing compared to this.
“Owwwww,” I whined again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He alternated from cheek to cheek, causing my bottom to warm up and no longer feel that nice cool breeze..
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwww, owwwieeee,” I whined, kicking and screaming as the pain being inflicted on my bottom increased. “Owwwwwwww, Terrence... I’m sorrrrryyyyyy,” i whined, allowing a few tears to flow from my eyes.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Arrrrrrrrggghhhhh, owwwwwwww, ahhhhhh, owwwwwwwwww.” My legs kicked like crazy, and I squirmed and wiggled over his lap, but he had a firm grip on me and I didn’t move too far.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He landed 20 sharp smacks on my sit spots and I was at this point kicking more than ever.
“You sneaked into a club, young lady,” he scolded. “You’re only 17 years old, you still have another year. You could have gotten arrested, or even worse, raped by some old sick guy. I don’t think you understand how serious this is.”
“I doooooo,” I whined, tears freely flowing down my face.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“I don’t think you do.”
My legs kicked more and more and I cried harder and harder. “But I doooooo,” I whined, no longer paying attention to the floor, but instead paying attention to the stinging in my bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“And I’m sure you lied to your mother about where you were going. Surely your mom wouldn’t allow you to go to a club like this.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwieeeee,” I cried out, trying to block the smacks from my bottom, but Terrence had pressed my hands down to my back and held them there.
“Did you, Jennifer? Did you lie to your mom?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ye-esssss.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He stopped spanking for a moment and rubbed my bottom a bit, taking some of the sting out. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said softly. “But I have to impress upon you the dangers of what you did.”
“But I knowwww,” I said, still crying heavily.
“I’m almost finished,” he assured me, then lifted his hand back up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww... Terrence it hurtsssssss,”
“It’s supossed to hurt.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwww.... owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww...” I whined crying like crazy and bouncing up and down on his knee.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay limply over his lap, just crying and bawling like a baby.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
Terrence rested his hand on my bottom one final time. “Okay, Jennifer... I’m finished,” he said in a soothing voice. “Shhh, shh... don’t cry anymore little buddy, I’m all done.”
He let me lay there for a little while and regain my composure before he lifted me up and hugged me tight, letting me lie my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered through sobs. “I won’t do it again.”
“You’re a good girl, Jennifer,” he said, patting my head and stroking my hair softly. “I know you won’t do it again. Shhh, shh...” he said still holding me in his arms.
After a while I pulled my panties and pants back up, wiped my face off with a wet papertowel, then went back to the club to find Hillary and Amber and go home.
“Where the hell have you been!” Hillary said. “We’ve been looking all around for you.”
“Oh, I was just... talking with an old friend..” I said, blushing a bit.
The three of us left, me hobbling out of there, still feeling a sting in my bottom. I even winced a bit whenever I sat down in the car, avoiding the looks that I was getting from Amber and Hillary.
Fake ID
by Breanna Carter
“Look,” my friend said, showing me three IDs in her hand. I looked closely, seeing one in which my picture was placed and a fake named was next to it.
“What’s this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.
“It’s a fake ID, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I got one for me, you, and Amber. I figure we can sneak into the club tonight and nobody’ll find out.”
“But I have to work..” I said, not exactly wanting to try to sneak into any club. I really am a good kid, no matter what anyone says. As a 17 year old, I have only drank once or twice, never smoked, not that I cared to, and I didn’t do any drugs. I was a good kid.
“That’s why we’re going after work. Come on, Jenn.. Just go with us, please? It’ll be more fun with you.”
“I highly doubt that,” I said. “You know how much I have anxiety. I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Come onnn,” she begged. “Please come with us. It’ll be fine. Nobody will catch us or anything. Besides, these look real, don’t they?”
I looked over the ID again.
Chelsea Nicole Williamson Birthdate: 2/24/84
Maybe I could pass for being 19. I didn’t know though. “Do I honestly look 19?”
“They’ll never know the difference. I’ll pick you up after work. We can leave your car there. Tell your mom you’re staying the night with me.”
I sighed as she walked off. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was antsy for school to end. That’s how all Fridays are. That night, one of my favorite bands was playing at a local club downtown at midnight. I wanted so badly to go, but I didn’t honestly think that Hillary would go so far. I mean, come on... the band wasn’t that great...
“Jennifer... why aren’t you paying attention?” my English teacher asked. I knew good and well why I wasn’t paying attention, but I wasn’t saying that aloud.
“Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s a Friday afternoon, the last class of the day. Can’t we chill out for a little wihle? It’s been a long day.”
The class agreed, nodding their heads up and down, chanting, “yeah.”
“Well,” she said, looking at everyone. “I guess.”
I grinned as did everyone else in the class. That was the advantage of being in a small class. A better relationship with the teacher. “But we will discuss The Grapes of Wrath Monday. Be prepared for a quiz...”
By this time, no one was listening, but instead carrying on their own conversations within the small groups. I, on the other hand, took this time to lie my head down and just think for a while. Think about how I could pull off going to this club tonight. I mean, I was almost 18... it wasn’t too illegal. And the cops wouldn’t know if I was really 17 or not. I could leave my real ID at home, or in my car.
Hillary met me after school. “So, I’ll meet you tonight at Pizza Palace?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.
“I reckon,” I said in my best country voice, grinning back. Pizza Palace was the place I worked at.
So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary that night, and we were going to go downtown to a concert for a little while. Hey, it was partly true. I found some of my best raver clothes so I could change whenever I was finished at work. I dressed myself in my ugly khakies and Pizza Palace shirt, though, and headed off to work before I could even think about having a fun filled evening.
I practically danced around the kitchen at work, making pizzas, giving people their change back, listening to complaints about someone having not enough cheese, or too much sauce, or anything riduculous that one could complain about. Friday nights were always busy.
Around 9, two hours before I should be heading out to the club, my driver buddy, Terrence, had this huge order.
“Where the hell is that going to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I made a medium thin crust extra pepperoni pizza.
“Some church,” he muttered, obviously not enthused.
“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “To a church, eh? I’m glad I don’t have to go to a church... I’d...”
“Jennifer..” a manager called.
“Yes?” I said in my most polite voice.
“Will you take that order with Terrence? There’s a lot of pizzas to hold and stuff, and it’ll just be easier with two people.”
Terrence smirked at me as I scowled under my breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to maintain that politeness.
“So what would you do if you had to go to the church?” he asked, mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.
I just glared at him. Well, at least if I had to go with someone, it was Terrence, the coolest person I worked with. He was a 21 year old college football player, about 6’1, probably 215 pounds. He could lift me up without straining the least bit... probably even bench press me, but I wasn’t going to try that. In fact, he was so strong, I had learned not to even playfully punch him, cause his playful punches back seemed to be much more than playful, you know... kinda painful.
I helped Terrence pack his shit up and carried it out to his beat up old car, placing some bags in the backseat, then sitting in the passengers seat myself, putting some in my lap. I buckled myself in tightly, almost fearing for my life. Terrence didn’t look like he’d be the greatest driver in the world...
Needless to say, we made it there safely, and back safely, he making fun of me the entire way cause I had popped off something to him about having to go to a church and I ended up having to go myself. I still glared at him, partly because of him making fun of me, but also cause I hated the music that he was playing.
Finally my evening at work was finished.
“All right, everyone!” I yelled, loud enough so the entire store could hear me. “I’m gone. See ya tomorrow!” I said cheerfully.
I heard a few scattered “bye”s around the room and then I looked at Terrece, playfully punching him on the arm.
“Later,” I said, smiling big and cheesy.
He punched me back. “Later.”
“Ow.”
I slammed open the door and arrived outside where I met Hillary.
“Hillareee!” I squeeled. I launched myself into her car and we sped off to the club, a dim lit place with a cheap sign that read “the Venue.”
The three of us, Hillary, Amber, and me, arrived around 11:30 to this club. We got in without a problem, and walked around for a little while, hoping to catch a few people we knew, but to no avail. I wasn’t worried about it though. There were plenty of hott guys there anyway...
At midnight sharp the band began playing, and the three of us danced together, even started our own little mosh pit, trying to get some of the 20 year-olds to join in with us. Of course we were immature, and we definitely didn’t fit in.
“Want a drink?” I heard a voice say as the band finished up one of their songs and I cheered loudly. I turned to see this really sexy guy behind me, holding two drinks in his hands. I didn’t know what they were, and honestly didn’t care to try them, but this guy was super hott.
“No, thanks,” I said, nearly kicking myself for being so dumb.
He just shrugged and muttered, “suit yourself,” then walked off, probably trying to find another girl to get wasted and rape. I wasn’t going for that tonight.
As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band still played on. I lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while, but always found them back. That is, except when the time came that I needed them.
“Hey, baby,” I heard an older voice say, and felt a man’s body pressing against me. I turned around and stared directly into the face of a man, probably in his 30s, only an inch or so taller than me. I said nothing, just turned back around and inched away from him. “What, did you mother never teach you any manners?” he asked in a slurred voice. He had apparently had too much to drink... I just ignored him though, still listening to the band. “Listen here, little missy,” he said, grabbing my arm and turning me around.
“Let me GO!” I shouted over the music.
“You’ll respect me! I’m your elders!”
“Leave me alone.”
“I think I need to teach you a lesson...” he slurred once more, not letting go of my arm, attempting to drag me out of the room.
“Let GO!” I shouted again.
“Don’t you talk to me like that...”
I tried to break free but his grip was too strong. What was this creepy guy going to do to me?
He dragged me away from the crowd to one of the bar stools where he shoved me down on it. He slapped me across the face. My eyes began to tear up. “Now you lissen to me..” he said. “Drink this.” He put a beer in front of me.
“No,” I said, wanting to get out of here, but he was all on top of me.
“Now, now, don’t be fiesty!” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I was getting disgusted.
He began trying to kiss all over me and I tried to push him off and I was muttering obscenities, trying to back away whenever I heard.. “Leave her alone.” The man stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. I looked up and saw a large familiar person, his huge frame towering over ours. He had his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now, this young lady here doesn’t want to be around you, so I suggest you leave her alone, or you can leave.”
The man just glared at the figure and stumbled away.
The figure turned back to me. “What the hell are you doing here?” Terrence nearly shouted.
“Uhmmmm..” I muttered. “Just coming to see this band.”
“You’re not even old enough to be in here! How the hell did you get in?”
“I uh... I am old enough..” I said, trying to sound convincing. “My birthday was yesterday.”
“Like hell it was yesterday. Where’s your ID?”
I dug around in my wallet that was in my back pocket and dug out my fake ID, then handed it to him.
“Fake ID, huh? Do you realize how much you put yourself in danger, Jennifer?” he asked, giving me that same glare I had given him the entire rest of the night. I didn’t speak, just looked down at the floor, it becoming more interesting by the moment. “Look at me!” he said, putting his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up where my blue eyes looked directly into his. “It’s late. You’re at a club where you’re too young to get in, and it’s really dangerous. You could get hurt or raped. Any weirdo in here could get you a drink. You shouldn’t be here.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and kind of forcing me to hop off of the barstool and walk with him. For the first time that night I noticed that he was wearing khakies and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles well, and he was wearing a nametag, evidence that he was indeed employed here. I knew he worked at a club, but I didn’t know it was this one...
We finally arrived in the back of the club, in a tiny room that resembled an office. There was a desk with a chair sitting behind it and two chairs in front.
“Jennifer,” he said sternly, “what you did tonight was very dangerous, and very stupid, too, might I add.” I nodded, feeling pretty stupid myself. “And, you had a fake ID,” he said, holding the plastic up in his hand to prove that it was true. “And that’s illegal.” He threw my ID into the trashcan. “I have to punish you for this.”
“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged, instantly thinking of the worst thing he could do.
“Well, it’s either that or I can...” his voice trailed off.
“Can what?” I asked.
“Spank you.”
My heart stopped there and I blinked at him. “Ex.. excuse me?” I muttered.
“I can either call the cops or I can spank you.”
“But... Terrence... I’m 17... that’s too old..”
“Then I’ll call the cops,” he said, moving towards the desk.
“No,” I said. “It’s okay... I’ll..” I gulped, “take the spanking.”
He nodded. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
I shook my head. My parents never really believed in that kind of stuff... besides, I never really needed it...
He nodded and sat down in a chair beside me. “Well,” he began, “you definitely deserve it for doing this, Jenn... I can’t believe you. You’re a great kid... you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs like this.”
I nodded.
“First, I want you to pull down your pants...”
I blinked again, not certain that I honestly wanted to do this. I was frozen in place, my hands dropped by my side, staring at Terrence. He wanted me to do what?
“Jennifer... pull down your pants..”
“I... I uhmm...”
He waited patiently for a little bit then said, “I’ll pull them down if you don’t...”
I think that was a pretty big threat, but a tear slipped down my cheek and I let out a whine. “Please, Terrence...” I begged.
“I can call the police if you want me to..” he said, sticking with his spanking or cops deal that he had made with me.
I wiped more tears out of my eyes, then unbuttoned the baggy jeans that I was wearing and let them fall to the floor. I sniffled then waited to see what I’d have to do next.
“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom, okay?” he said in a calm voice. “And it’s going to hurt, a lot. That’s the point, okay?” I felt so young again... so much like a 7 year old than a 17 year old....
But I nodded as he grasped my left arm and led me closer to him. “And I’m going to put you over my knee and you’re going to remain there for a long time so I know that you learned your lesson. Is there anything you want to ask me or say before I begin?”
“I... I’m.. sorry,” I said, still shocked that the night would have to end this way.
He nodded. “I know, Jenn.” He pulled me over his lap and I stared at the floor for a moment.
I felt a cool breeze as he tugged my panties down and it took all of my inner strength to only blush instead of kick and scream.
“Getting a fake ID isn’t a good thing, Jenn,” he said softly.
SMACK!!!
His first spank landed sharply across my right cheek causing intense pain to creep through my body.
“Owwww,” I said, being taken by surprise.
SMACK!!!
The second spank was on my left cheek, causing the same amount of pain. Now I knew what he meant whenever he gave me playful punches, cause those were nothing compared to this.
“Owwwww,” I whined again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He alternated from cheek to cheek, causing my bottom to warm up and no longer feel that nice cool breeze..
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwww, owwwieeee,” I whined, kicking and screaming as the pain being inflicted on my bottom increased. “Owwwwwwww, Terrence... I’m sorrrrryyyyyy,” i whined, allowing a few tears to flow from my eyes.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Arrrrrrrrggghhhhh, owwwwwwww, ahhhhhh, owwwwwwwwww.” My legs kicked like crazy, and I squirmed and wiggled over his lap, but he had a firm grip on me and I didn’t move too far.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He landed 20 sharp smacks on my sit spots and I was at this point kicking more than ever.
“You sneaked into a club, young lady,” he scolded. “You’re only 17 years old, you still have another year. You could have gotten arrested, or even worse, raped by some old sick guy. I don’t think you understand how serious this is.”
“I doooooo,” I whined, tears freely flowing down my face.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“I don’t think you do.”
My legs kicked more and more and I cried harder and harder. “But I doooooo,” I whined, no longer paying attention to the floor, but instead paying attention to the stinging in my bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“And I’m sure you lied to your mother about where you were going. Surely your mom wouldn’t allow you to go to a club like this.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
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SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwieeeee,” I cried out, trying to block the smacks from my bottom, but Terrence had pressed my hands down to my back and held them there.
“Did you, Jennifer? Did you lie to your mom?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ye-esssss.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He stopped spanking for a moment and rubbed my bottom a bit, taking some of the sting out. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said softly. “But I have to impress upon you the dangers of what you did.”
“But I knowwww,” I said, still crying heavily.
“I’m almost finished,” he assured me, then lifted his hand back up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww... Terrence it hurtsssssss,”
“It’s supossed to hurt.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwww.... owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww...” I whined crying like crazy and bouncing up and down on his knee.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay limply over his lap, just crying and bawling like a baby.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
Terrence rested his hand on my bottom one final time. “Okay, Jennifer... I’m finished,” he said in a soothing voice. “Shhh, shh... don’t cry anymore little buddy, I’m all done.”
He let me lay there for a little while and regain my composure before he lifted me up and hugged me tight, letting me lie my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered through sobs. “I won’t do it again.”
“You’re a good girl, Jennifer,” he said, patting my head and stroking my hair softly. “I know you won’t do it again. Shhh, shh...” he said still holding me in his arms.
After a while I pulled my panties and pants back up, wiped my face off with a wet papertowel, then went back to the club to find Hillary and Amber and go home.
“Where the hell have you been!” Hillary said. “We’ve been looking all around for you.”
“Oh, I was just... talking with an old friend..” I said, blushing a bit.
The three of us left, me hobbling out of there, still feeling a sting in my bottom. I even winced a bit whenever I sat down in the car, avoiding the looks that I was getting from Amber and Hillary.
30 July 2003
Story: One Week Later
Misc story. Stephanie drinks too much and allows her friend to help her get the guilt out.
One Week Later...
by Breanna Carter
I had always heard the saying “if you do that, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week” but I never truly understood it. Could one really spank a kid so hard that they wouldn’t be able to sit for a week? I mean, sure, with a cane or something, that’d leave marks for a good while. But really now, in this America place, we don’t usually keep canes in our basements to use on the kids. Perhaps a belt, hairbrush, maybe even a paddle... and those things could probably hurt for a night or two, but it really wouldn’t make it where you couldn’t sit for a week. But the threats seemed to be good enough, cause the kids wouldn’t do what they were told not to. I guess whatever works.
I learned that this was true, though, one weekend whenever I had a bright idea. I’m not always the brightest crayon in the box, and sometimes I found myself in trouble for not thinking before I reacted... you know, look before you leap? Yeah, I wasn’t always too great about that. But it never bothered me much, cause for the most part I never got caught. Believe me, my mom wouldn’t be too thrilled with some of the stuff I’ve done...
The last day of my sophomore year, I wanted to experience something different: getting drunk. Ah, yes... the sensation of laying in front of the toilet all night as you puke your guts out. Well, I was curious, just wanted to try it. Wanted to see what would happen whenever I was drunk. I mean, I was indeed 16 years old, and I had never gotten wasted before. I’d drank, really never gotten a buzz. This would be something fun to try.
So that night I walked to my friend’s house, drank lots of alcohol, got myself shitfaced and almost raped. But I wasn’t raped, just almost raped, and it wasn’t cool. That night I threw up everything I had eaten the entire day, probably stuff from the day before, too. The next morning my head ached and I was still drunk.
“You seem... different,” my friend, Wesley, said that evening as I stumbled into work a little late. I was always a good 20 minutes early for work. Never since I had begun working there had I been late.
I just shrugged.
“What’d you do last night?”
“Partied too hard,” another friend answered for me.
I was too tired to do anything other than glare.
“Partied?” Wes said, raising his eyebrows.
I shrugged again.
We left it alone at that as I walked to my cashier position and stared at him from a distance, his eyes fixed on me worriedly. Wes was 21, a few inches taller than me, baby blue eyes, brown hair, and an adorable grin. For a while there, I had a crush on him. The crush faded, though, as we became closer friends and I realized that we could never do more than just be friends. But it was okay cause that was better than nothing.
I went through the night, drowsily ringing people’s stuff up, trying to act enthused whenever I told them to have a good evening, fucking up the amount of change I gave people back. You can imagine how relieved I was whenever I was told to go on my break. I turned the light off above my register and clocked out and made my way to the back of the building where I plopped down on the steps. I put my knees up close to me and looked out across the empty parking lot, wishing that I felt a little better. I felt so sick I couldn’t even eat...
“Hey,” the voice behind me said, causing me to jump nearly three feet in the air and have a heart attack.
“Jesus Christ...” I muttered.
“No, not quite, but close enough,” Wes said and plopped next to me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great,” I said, so tired that I missed the sarcasm.
“What happened last night?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“Don’t worry bout it, Wes.”
He paused then said, “but I am worried about it. You don’t look so great...”
“I don’t feel so great,” I replied, looking at the ground rather than him.
He didn’t say anything, just sat there next to me, keeping me company since I felt so lonely...
“I got drunk,” I finally spat out, looking at him now, gazing into his deep blue eyes. He just looked back at me, urging me to continue. “I... I stayed at my friend’s house and we drank, and drank, and drank... it was lots of stuff, and her boyfriend was over there and his friend was over there and..” I broke off, a knot welling in my throat.
Wesley sat there listening. “And..?”
“And... I don’t remember half of what happened, but.. I know... we... er... I know he touched me... and did some stuff... and... yeah.” I couldn’t look at him any longer. His face was full of concern, worry, hurt... lots of stuff. The concrete was more dull.
“Did he hurt you... or do anything you didn’t want him to do?” Wes asked me, his voice now showing that he was ready to kick some ass...
“No. I just kept drinking stuff... kept telling them they could do what they wanted.”
“Wow.” There was silence for a moment. “You could have gotten raped..” he said, suddenly.
“I know,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.
He put his arm around my shoulder. “Steph... you can’t do stuff like that..”
“I know,” I murmured again.
We didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, just sat there, his arm around me providing me with all the protection I needed. Except protection from that stupid guilt that was inside me.
After my thirty minute break was over, I stumbled back to my register to finish of my last two hours before I could go home and get some more sleep, and maybe eat something cause my stomach was growling but I was still afraid that I’d throw up. But the two hours dragged along, creeping by slowly. And finally, FINALLY, my shift was over and I let a manager count out the money, give me my tip, and then I headed towards the back door, only to meet Wes on the way there.
“Hey,” he said, still having that concerned look on his face. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine...”
“Parents still out of town?”
I nodded.
“If you need anything, you have my number, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, blushing a bit. He walked me out to my car.
“Steph, you know that you shouldn’t have gotten drunk like that..” he said, causing a bigger pit in my stomach to form.
“I know, Wes... and I feel super bad about it... I... I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just...” I broke off, not knowing the exact words I wanted to say.
He just hugged me. “Have a good night, okay? Get some rest.”
I nodded and gave a slight grin back.
*****
The next morning I woke up feeling guiltier than ever. Yes, I had indeed gotten drunk, and yes, I had indeed hurt my liver really badly, almost got raped, and worried the hell out of Wesley. I had pulled off a lot in two days, and I felt horrible.
I stumbled to the kitchen and fixed a glass of ice water. My hands were shaking like crazy. I just felt so guilty for what I had done and...
My thoughts broke off by the loud ringing of my phone next to me. That definitely didn’t make the fact that I was shaking any better. My heart started pounding like crazy.
“H-hello?” I said.
“Heya honey!” my mom said on the other end of the line.
“Oh, uh, hi Mom.”
“How are you?”
“Great!”
“That’s good. Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great.”
“Good good. Well, if you need anything you know the number. Give me a call tonight before you go to work.”
“Sure thing.” I yawned as I hung up the phone. If I was feeling guilty before, I felt much worse now.
I looked at the phone in my hand. Well, if there was anything I could do to help myself feel better, I could ask Wesley. He was super smart, knew the answer to many dumb questions like that. My hands still shaking, I dialed his number on my phone.
“Hello?” the groggy voice answered.
“Hey, Wes?” I said, my own voice very shaky as I was nervous and guilty as hell..
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Stephanie..”
“Oh, hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Uhmmm, well... since you know the answer to everything, I was wondering... Cause i feel super guilty about what I did... And I just wanna make the guilt go away...”
He waited for me to go on, but when I did not, he sighed softly. “Well,” he began, “um, I know something that’d help the guilt go away, but I’m not sure if you’d go for that. Why exactly do you feel guilty? Cause you got away with it?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then you’d have to tell your parents. That’s the only thing I can think of.”
I thought to myself. “Is... is that all?” I said, the knot growing tighter and tighter.
“Either that, or, I could punish you..” he said, the words sounding as if he felt awkward.
“Um,” I said, not exactly sure what he meant.. “how?”
“Look... to not feel guilty you’d have to be punished for what you did, and you’ll have to result to your parents for that... unless you want me to.” He paused.
Obviously, he avoided my question. “My mom won’t be home for another week... I can’t stand the guilt that long...”
He didn’t answer me.
“Wes?”
“Yeah?”
“You’d.. p-punish me?”
“If you’d want that.”
I let the thought sink in for a moment. “Okay,” I said, thinking that his “punishment” would be grounding me or something, lecturing me about what I did wrong and then telling me how much he worried about me until I was crying and he pulled me onto his lap to tell me that everything was okay, cause I was okay and not hurt. “I’ll take your punishment.”
I could tell he was nodding. “Okay, then. Ima come over, okay? Where do you live?”
I told him the directions to my house as my heart pounded so loudly inside of me that I couldn’t hear myself think.
“Okay, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”
“K.” I paced around the livingroom, my wide legged jeans sweeping the floor. My nerves were so on edge.. I was so nervous...
The ringing doorbell ten minutes later made me more nervous, but I was determined not to show it as I opened up the door and saw Wesley standing there.
“Hey,” I said, moving out of the way and inviting him in.
“Hi.” He stepped inside the door and I shut it behind him then we walked inside the livingroom. “Okay,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. “You know what you did was wrong, and you’re going to accept what I do, right?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. Have a seat.”
I sat down on the couch and looked up at him. I now felt small as his giant figure gazed at me. “Young lady... you know that drinking is wrong. You are 16 years old and that’s way too young to be doing any of that kind of stuff.”
I nodded, feeling really bad about what I had done and looking down at the floor.
“Look at me,” he said, sternly. I lifted my head back up and stared into his blue eyes that were blazing with fire. “You could have gotten arrested, or raped, or passed out, or even worse. Do you realize that?”
I thought on this for a moment but shook my head. “I didn’t think about that...”
“Didn’t think? Steph... come on, you’re a big girl... you know what drinking does to you. I can’t believe that you would do something this irresponsible and immature.”
I wanted to look down at the floor again rather than face his disappointment.
“I’m so disappointed in you. You knew better, and I know you knew better.”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry..” I muttered.
“I know your sorry, but think about how much more sorry you’d be if you were in jail right now, or in the hosiptal, or pregnant.”
He paused for a moment letting the thoughts of any of that happening sink in. Him punishing me sure wasn’t making me feel any less guilty...
“I have to punish you for this... you understand that, right?”
I nodded.
“All right,” he said, reaching a hand out to me. I took his hand without thinking and now stood up facing him. He sat down on the couch where I was. “Pull down your pants,” he ordered.
“Ex-excuse me?”
“Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”
My heart nearly stopped. “Uhmmmm....”
“Stephanie, now!” he said sternly. “You got drunk the other night, and you are going to get punished for it and if you don’t pull down your pants I’ll do it for you.”
I gave him my best puppy face but it had no effect on him. I undid my pants and let them fall to the ground and stood there, looking at him.
He nodded and led me towards him by taking my left arm in his hand, then pulling me over his lap.
“What you did, was very dangerous and very illegal,” he said. I felt his fingers at the waistband of my panties and then felt them being tugged down to my knees. My body quivered as he did this. My bottom was now exposed to Wesley, one of my closest friends. “You know I only do this because I care about you, right?”
I nodded as best as I could, my hands gripping the sofa with all my life due to fear of what was about to happen.
“I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you, Steph. You’re too good of a friend to lose over something so stupid, okay?” I felt his right hand resting on my bare bottom and his left was on my back, making sure I was held down securely.
SMACK!!!!!!
I jumped and yelped from pain. “Owwwwwwwww,” I exclaimed, honestly not expecting it to hurt as bad as it did. I kept my hands planted firmly onto the sofa though. I deserve this, I kept telling myself.
He spanked me a good 30 or so times, causing me to exclaim “ow” nearly everytime he did so.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!!! he finished, then rested his hand on my now glowing bottom.
I whined like crazy. “It hurts,” I moaned.
“I know it does. Think about this next time you decide you want to drink.” With that, he lifted his right hand back up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“I don’t EVER want you to drink that much again, do you understand me??” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwww. Yessssss,” I whined, refraining from kicking or crying out in pain.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwww, owwww.. owwwwwwwww!”
He continued spanking me, I, not fully crying yet, but still whining and on the verge of tears.
He stopped for another moment, allowing me to regain my composure a bit and resting his hand once again on my now stinging and aching bottom.
“Underage drinking is a crime, Steph. No more alcohol til you’re 21, okay?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” I whined, my backside stinging really really badly at this point in time.
“I do hope you won’t,” he said then began spanking me again.
By this time my bottom was stinging like crazy and his hand was hitting me so rapidly that I could think of nothing but the pain in my bottom and the fact that he was fussing at me cause I got drunk and how sorry I really was. Finally, the spanking settled and he rested one hand on my bottom, rubbing it slightly, and the other he rubbed my back with as I laid there crying. “Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay, Stephanie,” he said in a soothing voice. “It’s all over now, honey. It’s okay.”
I laid there for a few minutes unmobile, just crying, whether it was more out of guilt or pain, I wasn’t sure.
Finally, he pulled my panties back up and gathered me into his arms and rocked me back and forth. “I’m sorry, Steph,” he said softly. “It’s going to be okay. Shhhh shhhh. You’re forgiven. I know you’re sorry. I know you won’t do it again. Calm down, babygirl..”
I muttered apologies as my head laid buried into his chest. But he just shushed me and continued rocking me and soothing me til I nearly fell asleep in his arms.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked after I was all cried out and finally forgiven.
“Yeah,” I said. “I really am sorry for drinking so much though.. and I definitely won’t do it again.”
He smiled. “I know. I care about you lots, though, Steph. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that again, or I’ll have to spank you again, worse.”
I nodded. He got up from his spot on the couch and made his way towards the door, me following him. “Hey Wes?”
“Yeah?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“Thanks.”
He grinned. “No problem,” he said then gave me a hug and walked out of the door.
After he left, I sat down on the couch with much trouble, as my bottom still stung like crazy. I decided to stand back up and have a look at it, to notice that it was indeed bruising. Whoa.. I had never known that a hand could bruise like that... I pulled my pants and such back up and sat back down on the couch, wincing from the pain. In three hours, I’d have to go to work. I desperately hoped that I wouldn’t ache so much at work...
But, I went to work, and I still ached. I went to bed that night, and had to sleep on my stomach. The next afternoon I sat on the couch and it still hurt. Wes gave me very consoling looks at work everytime he saw me wince, but I just rolled my eyes at him and grinned. It wasn’t so bad, but of course, that was whenever I realized that whenever parents said they’d make it to where you couldn’t sit for a week, it was true. Cause me, I could sit after a week, but for a couple of days there, I wouldn’t have doubted it if I would have been standing for a while.
Needless to say, I didn’t drink much after that.
One Week Later...
by Breanna Carter
I had always heard the saying “if you do that, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week” but I never truly understood it. Could one really spank a kid so hard that they wouldn’t be able to sit for a week? I mean, sure, with a cane or something, that’d leave marks for a good while. But really now, in this America place, we don’t usually keep canes in our basements to use on the kids. Perhaps a belt, hairbrush, maybe even a paddle... and those things could probably hurt for a night or two, but it really wouldn’t make it where you couldn’t sit for a week. But the threats seemed to be good enough, cause the kids wouldn’t do what they were told not to. I guess whatever works.
I learned that this was true, though, one weekend whenever I had a bright idea. I’m not always the brightest crayon in the box, and sometimes I found myself in trouble for not thinking before I reacted... you know, look before you leap? Yeah, I wasn’t always too great about that. But it never bothered me much, cause for the most part I never got caught. Believe me, my mom wouldn’t be too thrilled with some of the stuff I’ve done...
The last day of my sophomore year, I wanted to experience something different: getting drunk. Ah, yes... the sensation of laying in front of the toilet all night as you puke your guts out. Well, I was curious, just wanted to try it. Wanted to see what would happen whenever I was drunk. I mean, I was indeed 16 years old, and I had never gotten wasted before. I’d drank, really never gotten a buzz. This would be something fun to try.
So that night I walked to my friend’s house, drank lots of alcohol, got myself shitfaced and almost raped. But I wasn’t raped, just almost raped, and it wasn’t cool. That night I threw up everything I had eaten the entire day, probably stuff from the day before, too. The next morning my head ached and I was still drunk.
“You seem... different,” my friend, Wesley, said that evening as I stumbled into work a little late. I was always a good 20 minutes early for work. Never since I had begun working there had I been late.
I just shrugged.
“What’d you do last night?”
“Partied too hard,” another friend answered for me.
I was too tired to do anything other than glare.
“Partied?” Wes said, raising his eyebrows.
I shrugged again.
We left it alone at that as I walked to my cashier position and stared at him from a distance, his eyes fixed on me worriedly. Wes was 21, a few inches taller than me, baby blue eyes, brown hair, and an adorable grin. For a while there, I had a crush on him. The crush faded, though, as we became closer friends and I realized that we could never do more than just be friends. But it was okay cause that was better than nothing.
I went through the night, drowsily ringing people’s stuff up, trying to act enthused whenever I told them to have a good evening, fucking up the amount of change I gave people back. You can imagine how relieved I was whenever I was told to go on my break. I turned the light off above my register and clocked out and made my way to the back of the building where I plopped down on the steps. I put my knees up close to me and looked out across the empty parking lot, wishing that I felt a little better. I felt so sick I couldn’t even eat...
“Hey,” the voice behind me said, causing me to jump nearly three feet in the air and have a heart attack.
“Jesus Christ...” I muttered.
“No, not quite, but close enough,” Wes said and plopped next to me. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m great,” I said, so tired that I missed the sarcasm.
“What happened last night?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“Don’t worry bout it, Wes.”
He paused then said, “but I am worried about it. You don’t look so great...”
“I don’t feel so great,” I replied, looking at the ground rather than him.
He didn’t say anything, just sat there next to me, keeping me company since I felt so lonely...
“I got drunk,” I finally spat out, looking at him now, gazing into his deep blue eyes. He just looked back at me, urging me to continue. “I... I stayed at my friend’s house and we drank, and drank, and drank... it was lots of stuff, and her boyfriend was over there and his friend was over there and..” I broke off, a knot welling in my throat.
Wesley sat there listening. “And..?”
“And... I don’t remember half of what happened, but.. I know... we... er... I know he touched me... and did some stuff... and... yeah.” I couldn’t look at him any longer. His face was full of concern, worry, hurt... lots of stuff. The concrete was more dull.
“Did he hurt you... or do anything you didn’t want him to do?” Wes asked me, his voice now showing that he was ready to kick some ass...
“No. I just kept drinking stuff... kept telling them they could do what they wanted.”
“Wow.” There was silence for a moment. “You could have gotten raped..” he said, suddenly.
“I know,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.
He put his arm around my shoulder. “Steph... you can’t do stuff like that..”
“I know,” I murmured again.
We didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, just sat there, his arm around me providing me with all the protection I needed. Except protection from that stupid guilt that was inside me.
After my thirty minute break was over, I stumbled back to my register to finish of my last two hours before I could go home and get some more sleep, and maybe eat something cause my stomach was growling but I was still afraid that I’d throw up. But the two hours dragged along, creeping by slowly. And finally, FINALLY, my shift was over and I let a manager count out the money, give me my tip, and then I headed towards the back door, only to meet Wes on the way there.
“Hey,” he said, still having that concerned look on his face. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine...”
“Parents still out of town?”
I nodded.
“If you need anything, you have my number, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, blushing a bit. He walked me out to my car.
“Steph, you know that you shouldn’t have gotten drunk like that..” he said, causing a bigger pit in my stomach to form.
“I know, Wes... and I feel super bad about it... I... I don’t know what came over me. I guess I just...” I broke off, not knowing the exact words I wanted to say.
He just hugged me. “Have a good night, okay? Get some rest.”
I nodded and gave a slight grin back.
*****
The next morning I woke up feeling guiltier than ever. Yes, I had indeed gotten drunk, and yes, I had indeed hurt my liver really badly, almost got raped, and worried the hell out of Wesley. I had pulled off a lot in two days, and I felt horrible.
I stumbled to the kitchen and fixed a glass of ice water. My hands were shaking like crazy. I just felt so guilty for what I had done and...
My thoughts broke off by the loud ringing of my phone next to me. That definitely didn’t make the fact that I was shaking any better. My heart started pounding like crazy.
“H-hello?” I said.
“Heya honey!” my mom said on the other end of the line.
“Oh, uh, hi Mom.”
“How are you?”
“Great!”
“That’s good. Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great.”
“Good good. Well, if you need anything you know the number. Give me a call tonight before you go to work.”
“Sure thing.” I yawned as I hung up the phone. If I was feeling guilty before, I felt much worse now.
I looked at the phone in my hand. Well, if there was anything I could do to help myself feel better, I could ask Wesley. He was super smart, knew the answer to many dumb questions like that. My hands still shaking, I dialed his number on my phone.
“Hello?” the groggy voice answered.
“Hey, Wes?” I said, my own voice very shaky as I was nervous and guilty as hell..
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Stephanie..”
“Oh, hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Uhmmm, well... since you know the answer to everything, I was wondering... Cause i feel super guilty about what I did... And I just wanna make the guilt go away...”
He waited for me to go on, but when I did not, he sighed softly. “Well,” he began, “um, I know something that’d help the guilt go away, but I’m not sure if you’d go for that. Why exactly do you feel guilty? Cause you got away with it?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then you’d have to tell your parents. That’s the only thing I can think of.”
I thought to myself. “Is... is that all?” I said, the knot growing tighter and tighter.
“Either that, or, I could punish you..” he said, the words sounding as if he felt awkward.
“Um,” I said, not exactly sure what he meant.. “how?”
“Look... to not feel guilty you’d have to be punished for what you did, and you’ll have to result to your parents for that... unless you want me to.” He paused.
Obviously, he avoided my question. “My mom won’t be home for another week... I can’t stand the guilt that long...”
He didn’t answer me.
“Wes?”
“Yeah?”
“You’d.. p-punish me?”
“If you’d want that.”
I let the thought sink in for a moment. “Okay,” I said, thinking that his “punishment” would be grounding me or something, lecturing me about what I did wrong and then telling me how much he worried about me until I was crying and he pulled me onto his lap to tell me that everything was okay, cause I was okay and not hurt. “I’ll take your punishment.”
I could tell he was nodding. “Okay, then. Ima come over, okay? Where do you live?”
I told him the directions to my house as my heart pounded so loudly inside of me that I couldn’t hear myself think.
“Okay, I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”
“K.” I paced around the livingroom, my wide legged jeans sweeping the floor. My nerves were so on edge.. I was so nervous...
The ringing doorbell ten minutes later made me more nervous, but I was determined not to show it as I opened up the door and saw Wesley standing there.
“Hey,” I said, moving out of the way and inviting him in.
“Hi.” He stepped inside the door and I shut it behind him then we walked inside the livingroom. “Okay,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. “You know what you did was wrong, and you’re going to accept what I do, right?”
I nodded.
“Good girl. Have a seat.”
I sat down on the couch and looked up at him. I now felt small as his giant figure gazed at me. “Young lady... you know that drinking is wrong. You are 16 years old and that’s way too young to be doing any of that kind of stuff.”
I nodded, feeling really bad about what I had done and looking down at the floor.
“Look at me,” he said, sternly. I lifted my head back up and stared into his blue eyes that were blazing with fire. “You could have gotten arrested, or raped, or passed out, or even worse. Do you realize that?”
I thought on this for a moment but shook my head. “I didn’t think about that...”
“Didn’t think? Steph... come on, you’re a big girl... you know what drinking does to you. I can’t believe that you would do something this irresponsible and immature.”
I wanted to look down at the floor again rather than face his disappointment.
“I’m so disappointed in you. You knew better, and I know you knew better.”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry..” I muttered.
“I know your sorry, but think about how much more sorry you’d be if you were in jail right now, or in the hosiptal, or pregnant.”
He paused for a moment letting the thoughts of any of that happening sink in. Him punishing me sure wasn’t making me feel any less guilty...
“I have to punish you for this... you understand that, right?”
I nodded.
“All right,” he said, reaching a hand out to me. I took his hand without thinking and now stood up facing him. He sat down on the couch where I was. “Pull down your pants,” he ordered.
“Ex-excuse me?”
“Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”
My heart nearly stopped. “Uhmmmm....”
“Stephanie, now!” he said sternly. “You got drunk the other night, and you are going to get punished for it and if you don’t pull down your pants I’ll do it for you.”
I gave him my best puppy face but it had no effect on him. I undid my pants and let them fall to the ground and stood there, looking at him.
He nodded and led me towards him by taking my left arm in his hand, then pulling me over his lap.
“What you did, was very dangerous and very illegal,” he said. I felt his fingers at the waistband of my panties and then felt them being tugged down to my knees. My body quivered as he did this. My bottom was now exposed to Wesley, one of my closest friends. “You know I only do this because I care about you, right?”
I nodded as best as I could, my hands gripping the sofa with all my life due to fear of what was about to happen.
“I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you, Steph. You’re too good of a friend to lose over something so stupid, okay?” I felt his right hand resting on my bare bottom and his left was on my back, making sure I was held down securely.
SMACK!!!!!!
I jumped and yelped from pain. “Owwwwwwwww,” I exclaimed, honestly not expecting it to hurt as bad as it did. I kept my hands planted firmly onto the sofa though. I deserve this, I kept telling myself.
He spanked me a good 30 or so times, causing me to exclaim “ow” nearly everytime he did so.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!!! he finished, then rested his hand on my now glowing bottom.
I whined like crazy. “It hurts,” I moaned.
“I know it does. Think about this next time you decide you want to drink.” With that, he lifted his right hand back up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“I don’t EVER want you to drink that much again, do you understand me??” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwww. Yessssss,” I whined, refraining from kicking or crying out in pain.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwww, owwww.. owwwwwwwww!”
He continued spanking me, I, not fully crying yet, but still whining and on the verge of tears.
He stopped for another moment, allowing me to regain my composure a bit and resting his hand once again on my now stinging and aching bottom.
“Underage drinking is a crime, Steph. No more alcohol til you’re 21, okay?”
“I won’t, I won’t,” I whined, my backside stinging really really badly at this point in time.
“I do hope you won’t,” he said then began spanking me again.
By this time my bottom was stinging like crazy and his hand was hitting me so rapidly that I could think of nothing but the pain in my bottom and the fact that he was fussing at me cause I got drunk and how sorry I really was. Finally, the spanking settled and he rested one hand on my bottom, rubbing it slightly, and the other he rubbed my back with as I laid there crying. “Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay, Stephanie,” he said in a soothing voice. “It’s all over now, honey. It’s okay.”
I laid there for a few minutes unmobile, just crying, whether it was more out of guilt or pain, I wasn’t sure.
Finally, he pulled my panties back up and gathered me into his arms and rocked me back and forth. “I’m sorry, Steph,” he said softly. “It’s going to be okay. Shhhh shhhh. You’re forgiven. I know you’re sorry. I know you won’t do it again. Calm down, babygirl..”
I muttered apologies as my head laid buried into his chest. But he just shushed me and continued rocking me and soothing me til I nearly fell asleep in his arms.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked after I was all cried out and finally forgiven.
“Yeah,” I said. “I really am sorry for drinking so much though.. and I definitely won’t do it again.”
He smiled. “I know. I care about you lots, though, Steph. I don’t want you to hurt yourself like that again, or I’ll have to spank you again, worse.”
I nodded. He got up from his spot on the couch and made his way towards the door, me following him. “Hey Wes?”
“Yeah?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“Thanks.”
He grinned. “No problem,” he said then gave me a hug and walked out of the door.
After he left, I sat down on the couch with much trouble, as my bottom still stung like crazy. I decided to stand back up and have a look at it, to notice that it was indeed bruising. Whoa.. I had never known that a hand could bruise like that... I pulled my pants and such back up and sat back down on the couch, wincing from the pain. In three hours, I’d have to go to work. I desperately hoped that I wouldn’t ache so much at work...
But, I went to work, and I still ached. I went to bed that night, and had to sleep on my stomach. The next afternoon I sat on the couch and it still hurt. Wes gave me very consoling looks at work everytime he saw me wince, but I just rolled my eyes at him and grinned. It wasn’t so bad, but of course, that was whenever I realized that whenever parents said they’d make it to where you couldn’t sit for a week, it was true. Cause me, I could sit after a week, but for a couple of days there, I wouldn’t have doubted it if I would have been standing for a while.
Needless to say, I didn’t drink much after that.
05 July 2003
Story: Running Away
Misc story. Krys ran away from home and her friend is worried about her. He assesses the situation and decides that it's necessary for her to return, but when she resists, he takes stricter measures.
Running Away
by Breanna Carter
“When was the last time you ate?” Wesley said as the two of us sat in the back of our work, discussing the previous weekend.
I had finally gotten the weekend off.. and damned if my mom didn’t let me go to the concert! I was so pissed I ran away from home. But that didn’t stop me from going to work that night and asking for the week off, and talking to my friend, Wes, a 22 year old cutie that seemed like an older brother to me at sometimes, though I definitely wished for more.
I just shrugged at the question.
“You need to go home,” he finally said.
“I’m not going home,” I said in a determined voice. “I’ve been gone for the weekend and I’ll always be gone. I’m 16 and I won’t let my mom treat me like this!”
“You’re only 16, she is still your mother and you need to respect her wishes. Stop being immature about it, Krystalyn. Just go home.”
“I’m not going,” I said, folding my arms.
“You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept much... You’re hurting yourself more than helping. I’m sure your mom is worried sick. It’ll be easy, just go back and apologize for being so stupid.”
“You make it seem so easy,” I said, letting my arms drop. I was so worn out. I had slept two nights in a dark corner of 59th place, the hangout for kids my age where concerts were held all the time. I wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed and stuff, but I wasn’t about to tell Wes that. “I can’t just go back home...”
“It’ll be easier than what you’re doing now.”
I wasn’t convinced. I just sat there, unmoving.
“Well, Krys... you have to go back home. Running away is illegal anyway, and it’s dumb. I’m not going to sit here and watch you starve yourself or get yourself hurt. So, you’re going home.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m--”
“Krystalyn, you are going home if I have to drag you into my car and take you there myself. Now, we can be civilized and I’ll give you a ride, or I can drag you kicking and screaming.”
I folded my arms again, not speaking.
Wes stood up. “Come on,” he said, walking towards his car then looking back at me. I had not moved an inch. “Krys... come on,” he urged again, only to get no reply from me.
“I’m not going.”
He didn’t argue, just came by me and grabbed my arm, trying to pick me up. I kept my weight to the ground. I had learned how to deal with people like this from a self defense class. Well, not necessarily people like this, but people who tried to get me to do something I didn’t want to do.
He finally got me standing up, but that wasn’t going to help me get to his car. I grabbed the nearest thing attached to the building and held on for dear life as he tugged on me, then tried prying my fingers off.
“Krystalyn, let go!” he yelled.
“No!” I yelled back, being hardheaded. Finally he let go and I held onto the object, still for dear life. He didn’t do anything for a moment, just glared at me.
“Krystalyn, get in the car.”
“No.”
“I’m telling you for the last time, get in the car, or I’ll give you something you won’t forget..”
I just shook my head.
SMACK!!!!
A sharp spank landed right on my bottom, causing me to jump and scream, OW!!!!
I had taken my hands away for a split second and that’s when he grabbed me, kicking and screaming, to the place where we were sitting and hauled me over his lap.
“STOP IT!” I screamed.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“I’m just giving you what you deserve, Krystalyn. If you would have gotten in the car like I said, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwww, owwwwww!” I wailed. “Let me GO!”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Wesleyyyyy, sto-oppp. I’ll get in the car, I willlll,” I cried, sounding like a two year old.
He didn’t lay off. “I’m sorry, Krys, but I have to do this. You know that you shouldn’t run away, and I care about you too much to see you destroy yourself like that.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww, arghhhh, it hurtsssss,” I whined.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I stopped kicking. “I’m sorrrryyyyy,” I whined, tears finally streaming down my face.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Are you really sorry?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Yessssss,” I said, now bawling like a baby.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
He lifted me up from over his lap and gave me a big hug. “I”m sorry I had to do that, Krystalyn,” he said in his soothing voice. “But it’s all over now, okay? I care about you too much to see you hurting yourself.” I hugged him back while rubbing my bottom with my left hand.
“I’m sorry, Wes,” I said, sniffling.
“Are you ready to go home now?”
I nodded, really not ready, but not about to fight with him again.
“All right, let’s go,” he said, getting up and hugging me closer, then opening the passenger door for me and letting me in. I buckled up and then wiped my eyes. What a weird night.
Running Away
by Breanna Carter
“When was the last time you ate?” Wesley said as the two of us sat in the back of our work, discussing the previous weekend.
I had finally gotten the weekend off.. and damned if my mom didn’t let me go to the concert! I was so pissed I ran away from home. But that didn’t stop me from going to work that night and asking for the week off, and talking to my friend, Wes, a 22 year old cutie that seemed like an older brother to me at sometimes, though I definitely wished for more.
I just shrugged at the question.
“You need to go home,” he finally said.
“I’m not going home,” I said in a determined voice. “I’ve been gone for the weekend and I’ll always be gone. I’m 16 and I won’t let my mom treat me like this!”
“You’re only 16, she is still your mother and you need to respect her wishes. Stop being immature about it, Krystalyn. Just go home.”
“I’m not going,” I said, folding my arms.
“You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept much... You’re hurting yourself more than helping. I’m sure your mom is worried sick. It’ll be easy, just go back and apologize for being so stupid.”
“You make it seem so easy,” I said, letting my arms drop. I was so worn out. I had slept two nights in a dark corner of 59th place, the hangout for kids my age where concerts were held all the time. I wanted to go home and sleep in my own bed and stuff, but I wasn’t about to tell Wes that. “I can’t just go back home...”
“It’ll be easier than what you’re doing now.”
I wasn’t convinced. I just sat there, unmoving.
“Well, Krys... you have to go back home. Running away is illegal anyway, and it’s dumb. I’m not going to sit here and watch you starve yourself or get yourself hurt. So, you’re going home.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m--”
“Krystalyn, you are going home if I have to drag you into my car and take you there myself. Now, we can be civilized and I’ll give you a ride, or I can drag you kicking and screaming.”
I folded my arms again, not speaking.
Wes stood up. “Come on,” he said, walking towards his car then looking back at me. I had not moved an inch. “Krys... come on,” he urged again, only to get no reply from me.
“I’m not going.”
He didn’t argue, just came by me and grabbed my arm, trying to pick me up. I kept my weight to the ground. I had learned how to deal with people like this from a self defense class. Well, not necessarily people like this, but people who tried to get me to do something I didn’t want to do.
He finally got me standing up, but that wasn’t going to help me get to his car. I grabbed the nearest thing attached to the building and held on for dear life as he tugged on me, then tried prying my fingers off.
“Krystalyn, let go!” he yelled.
“No!” I yelled back, being hardheaded. Finally he let go and I held onto the object, still for dear life. He didn’t do anything for a moment, just glared at me.
“Krystalyn, get in the car.”
“No.”
“I’m telling you for the last time, get in the car, or I’ll give you something you won’t forget..”
I just shook my head.
SMACK!!!!
A sharp spank landed right on my bottom, causing me to jump and scream, OW!!!!
I had taken my hands away for a split second and that’s when he grabbed me, kicking and screaming, to the place where we were sitting and hauled me over his lap.
“STOP IT!” I screamed.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“I’m just giving you what you deserve, Krystalyn. If you would have gotten in the car like I said, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwww, owwwwww!” I wailed. “Let me GO!”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Wesleyyyyy, sto-oppp. I’ll get in the car, I willlll,” I cried, sounding like a two year old.
He didn’t lay off. “I’m sorry, Krys, but I have to do this. You know that you shouldn’t run away, and I care about you too much to see you destroy yourself like that.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww, arghhhh, it hurtsssss,” I whined.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I stopped kicking. “I’m sorrrryyyyy,” I whined, tears finally streaming down my face.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Are you really sorry?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Yessssss,” I said, now bawling like a baby.
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!
He lifted me up from over his lap and gave me a big hug. “I”m sorry I had to do that, Krystalyn,” he said in his soothing voice. “But it’s all over now, okay? I care about you too much to see you hurting yourself.” I hugged him back while rubbing my bottom with my left hand.
“I’m sorry, Wes,” I said, sniffling.
“Are you ready to go home now?”
I nodded, really not ready, but not about to fight with him again.
“All right, let’s go,” he said, getting up and hugging me closer, then opening the passenger door for me and letting me in. I buckled up and then wiped my eyes. What a weird night.
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