Story: District Championships

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  All of those practices paid off as the soccer team heads to district championships.  But the other team is playing dirty and Bri starts a fight that she shouldn't.  Luckily, it didn't get her kicked off the team for good.  But it did get her a good spanking.

District Championships
by Breanna Carter

It was the month of district championships for soccer and it was obvious by the way we were working. We had practices during school and after school, and those of us that had study hall during seventh period had even more soccer. It was becoming very hectic. But, I can’t say that I didn’t like it, especially since sometimes we scrimmaged against the boys’ soccer team. Ashton was on their team and it was pretty nifty getting to see him running around on the field, even if he was faster than me 'cause he was about a foot taller.

The practices were getting stricter and stricter. Any girl who showed up late for a practice was unable to play in the next game and she would probably have to sit out during the district champs that we were so set on winning. We ran twice as much, dribbled twice as much... basically just worked twice as much. I’d come home from school so tired that I’d instantly take a shower then eat and go to bed, and trust me, I didn’t wake up at five in the morning. I slept as much as I could and my leg muscles were hurting so much, but from the looks of it, we were going to make it to championships and I was one of the ones they were talking about for the first string. (Do they call them that in soccer?)

The game that determined whether we would make it to the district championships was held on a Thursday evening in October, the week before the championships themselves. I felt so lucky to be playing first string offense because there were so many other girls who wanted to do that. It was really weird, the way things worked out. All of the starters just happened to be really good friends. Jayna and I were both starting offense, and Anastasia was starting defense, and then the rest of the starters were in our group. Very ironic.

Fortunately, we won the game. You could definitely tell it, too. The girls from the other team were scowling and throwing stuff and we were yelling and hugging each other like we’d just won the world cup. It was so cool for me to actually be going to a championship game... I’d never even seen one before. And I had heard that with me on the team this year, we were more likely to win. That made me realllly giddy.

“Good game tonight, Bri,” I heard someone say behind me. I turned around to see Ashton standing there, the most gorgeous smile on his face. If I hadn’t been smelly and sweaty, I’d probably have tackled him right there and made out with him in front of everyone, but uh, I restrained myself.

“Thanks,” I said, throwing my soccer bag over my shoulder.

“Ashton!” I heard Anastasia call, then saw her running towards her older brother. “We won! We won! Can you believe it?!” She tackled him in a hug, which is what I wanted to do, then danced around happily.

“I can definitely believe it. You guys played awesome.”

“It’s 'cause of me and Bri,” she said, winking at me.

Ashton smiled. “That’s right.”

“Hey, Bri... after the championships, we’ll have a party at my house, k?”

I laughed a bit, but Ashton gave her an admonishing look. “Yeah, right, kiddo. You WISH we were having a party at our house.”

She shrugged. “Oh, well. See ya tomorrow!” She hugged me then pranced off with Ashton to his car. I just sighed wondering why the hell I had to have such a big crush on my best friend’s older brother.

I stayed on the field for a little while as the crowd diminished and people randomly came up to me and said “good game.” Terrence was sitting at the top of the bleachers and he knew that I’d rather wait for a little while and talk to everyone before I left, so he just waited up there.

“You were awesome tonight, Bri,” Jayna said. Everyone sure was doing a great job boosting my self-esteem.

“You were great, too,” I answered, grinning.

“We’re gonna kick ass at the champs. I couldn’t believe how great our defense was tonight... Last year we won this game 2-1. I can’t believe you scored three goals!”

I gloated for a moment, feeling bigger than the empire state building, but then I brought myself back to reality. “Thanks, Jay, really. But I couldn’t have done it without everyone else. It was an awesome game tonight. The defense didn’t let anyone get past ‘em.”

She nodded. “You’re SO going to be the team captain next year.”

I blinked. That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear. “I doubt it. You’re much better than me and you’ve been on the team longer.”

“No, I’m serious, Bri. I don’t want to be captain. They know I’m crappy at leading everyone. You’re going to be it. I can sense it.”

I tried not to inflate my head too much, but it was hard with everyone telling me how great I was! Another kid passed by and said good game then I looked at Jayna. “Well, if it’s meant to be, then I guess it will. But, I still doubt it.”

She just grinned. “See ya tomorrow, Bri!”

“Later!”

I figured it was about time to be heading home, especially when I saw Terrence standing near the field at the bottom of the bleachers.

I smiled and waved to him and he just mocked me by doing the same. “If you tell me how well I played tonight, I’m going to have such a big head that it’ll explode or something,” I said.

“Well you were terrible!” he joked.

“I didn’t say to stomp all over my self-esteem!” I said, playfully punching him in the arm. He playfully punched me back, except, uh, it hurt. I just rolled my eyes and we were on our way home.

The next afternoon we didn’t practice, surprisingly enough. But, we’d have triple practice the next four days. It didn’t bother me because we got to sit in the grass while the coach congratulated us on a job well done and told us that after we won the district champs, we’d be going to state where we’d compete until we received the title of state champions. She said that she had the starters all planned out for the district game and named them out, all of whom we figured were going to be on the list. She explained the state procedure to all of us who hadn’t been on the team previously. We’d ride on an ugly yellow school bus on a Thursday afternoon and stay in a hotel that night until Friday when the games were. We’d play different teams and they would eliminate the teams that lost. If we were one of the top four teams, we would play on Saturday night. It made me even giddier to hear about state championships because I would be rooming with Anastasia and we’d have tons of fun together and stuff. And it made me feel like I had accomplished something.

The weekend was over before I knew it and then our strenuous week began. When she said we’d have triple the amount of practice, she wasn’t joking! We practiced everyday at school and three hours afterwards, except Wednesday. She told us that we needed to rest but to be prepared for the game on Thursday. And thus, Thursday arrived.

It was a day like any other, except for the huge pep rally held in the gym during fourth period. The entire school was there to cheer us on, not just the high school, but the middle school, too. We had tons of kids cheering for us as they called each name. The team captain spoke, and the coach spoke and said that we were definitely going to win because we were the best team that she’d had in years. She also said that we were having another scrimmage against the boys’ team during 6th and 7th period for any classes who wanted to come. I looked in the bleachers straight at Ashton and he was grinning at me. Something told me that we’d definitely win the championships that day. I could see it in everyone’s eyes.

And of course, we had a victory over the boys’ team, once again, proving that we were better than they were! We were all hyped up from the pep rally and the scrimmage and everything. Nothing could dampen our spirits. Well, maybe one thing.

After seventh period, none of us left. Instead we took showers in the girls’ locker room. This time I was sure to bring shampoo and soap and a towel. Usually, I forgot these things, but this time I wanted to feel good and clean before the game. After the showers we all dried our hair, and surprisingly, we didn’t blow a fuse. We changed into our clean uniforms then sat on the bench while our team captain talked to us.

“Okay, girls. We played this team last year and kicked ass, and they have lots of hard feelings against us. Don’t let them get to you, no matter what. I don’t care if they call you a bitch or a whore or any vulgar name, you MUST keep your cool, okay?”

We nodded.

“I KNOW we can beat this team again and take the district championships home with us.” She grinned. “All right everyone, hands in!” We all put our hands in like in the shows you see on TV where they’re getting pepped up for a game. We cheered for ourselves then happily skipped out of the locker room and into the bus.

“Are you nervous?” Anastasia asked me when we sat down in our seat at the very back.

“Nahh, I’m fine. How about you?”

“I’m nervous as hell. I heard tons of stuff about this team, how they like to threaten us and stuff. And one girl got a foul last year for kicking some girl purposely. I just don’t want to get hurt. I really wanna play in the state champs.”

“You’ll be fine, Anastasia. I’ll make sure no one even THINKS about hurting you, k?”

She smiled. “Thanks, Bri.”

The rest of the ride everyone sang different songs and hooted and yelled and everything. The boys had had their game on Wednesday night and won, and we knew if THEY could win that, we could win, too.

When we arrived to the field it was getting darker outside. I was beginning to feel a few butterflies flurrying in my stomach, but I tried not to let it get to me. The stadium was so huge and there were so many people there on both sides, and the game wasn’t even close to starting yet! We still had to warm up and the game didn’t start until 7ish or something.

But before I knew it, we were warmed up and ready to kick some ass. Anastasia and I were passing the ball to one another and hopping up and down because of the super adrenaline rush we were having. And finally the coach ordered us to the sidelines and we all sat in a huddle while she encouraged us to play our hardest no matter what. Then we did the huddle thing where we all put our hands in and chanted and then we screamed and jumped up and down and I hugged Anastasia, remembering my promise to her that I wouldn’t let any asshole hurt her.

There was an announcer on the intercom who said which teams were playing and stuff, and it was really weird 'cause I’d never had an announcer before. I wondered how he would call the game since he didn’t know who we were, but I didn’t think about it long because when I got on the field, it seemed as if no one were there except my team and the other team. I could not hear the announcer’s voice. I could not hear the audience clapping and cheering for us. I took a deep breath in and waited for the game to begin.

Everything went perfect through the first and second quarter. The other team was already hating me, I could tell, because I scored on them twice and assisted a score. In fact, one really bitchy girl was groaning and complaining about me and I just brushed it off like the team captain had said. It wasn’t like she mattered to me. Between the second and third quarter, we got our little pep talk and she put me back in the game and cheered us on. The crowd was wild for us. It was so amazing.

I guess that’s when I got bad vibes. Right when the third quarter began. I wasn’t nervous or anything, just got these bad vibes, especially when I looked at this girl from the other team. She was giving me this really evil look every chance she got, and it was beginning to piss me off. Everything felt slow motion, like things always do when they go wrong. I remember that I looked back and there she was, right next to Anastasia, dribbling the ball towards the goal, and I was standing there, staring her down, and she passed the ball to someone else and her leg went up to kick Anastasia right in the stomach, I could tell... and I don’t know what came over me, but it was like I went crazy and tackled her, right as Anastasia hopped backwards to prevent herself from getting kicked. We both tumbled to the ground and the whistle was blown loudly. The girl shoved me off of her.

“What the fuck are you doing!” she yelled.

The slow motion stopped. I blushed seeing that everyone was looking at me... all the players, all the audience. Then I shrugged it off. “You were going to fucking kick her!”

I stood up and she stood up, too, pushing me back to start a fight. I wondered why everyone was just standing there watching instead of doing something, or maybe it was just the adrenaline in my mind that was making me move faster than everyone else. I swung right back at her and just began hitting her and everything until I felt myself being pried off of her. It didn’t take much to pry me, because I knew that what I was doing was a bad idea. But, I was pissed as hell! That girl had the nerve to try and kick my best friend THEN act shitty towards me? I was GLAD to see that her nose was bleeding.

“Calm down,” Anastasia whispered to me. I looked up to see that all eyes were still looking towards me and the refs and the coaches were running towards us. The fight hadn’t lasted as long as it felt. It felt like it had lasted for hours, or at least minutes, but it only lasted mere seconds because once Anastasia saw me punch the girl, she was already dragging me off.

My team was standing around, staring at me disappointedly. My coach was yelling at me and the ref was calling a foul on my behalf, which meant a free kick for the other team that almost always resulted in a goal. The other coach was carrying on saying that I should be suspended for the rest of the year, and the ref said that it wasn’t necessary, but I’d have to sit out the rest of the game. Lucky me. District Championships and I had to sit out for half of the game because some asshole was trying to beat up on my friend.

I didn’t have much time to be pissed at everyone else because the coach was dragging me as fast as her legs would take her to the bench. She sent in another player and sat me on the bench.

“What the hell is going on through your mind, Brianna!” she yelled. “You could be suspended from the team! Do you want that?!”

I shook my head.

“Well I sure as hell wouldn’t have known that by what just happened.”

I looked down at the ground and the game carried on as usual. The other team scored on their free kick, but it wasn’t enough to put them in the lead. In the end, we still won, three to one. The coach had it right when she said we should have had a better score. I felt so horrible and pissed at myself, I didn’t know what to do but sit there on the bench and accept consoling pats on the shoulder from my teammates. None of them, however, saw that the girl was going to kick Anastasia... my only hope was that SHE knew it was coming so at least someone would know that my actions were justified.

When the game was finally over, the coach looked at me and said that I better straighten up because she doesn’t want her team captain to get in fights. The whole team was on the field at this time, hugging each other and congratulating themselves. I smiled, glad that we had at least won, but still feeling shitty about the whole thing.

In fact, before too much longer, the whole school was down on the field, mobbing the soccer players and giving each other high fives. As the crowd thinned out, I felt someone standing next to me. I looked over to see Ashton. Seeing him made me avert my eyes back to the ground.

“Some stunt you pulled out there,” he said softly, disappointment in his voice.

“They were going to kick Anastasia,” I muttered.

“Either way, there’s other ways to handle things than pouncing on the opposite team.”

I didn’t answer.

“If you were my sister, I wouldn’t expect you’d be sitting comfortably for a while.”

I wanted to joke and tell him that I was glad I wasn’t his sister, but my heart wasn’t in it. I knew when I got home I’d be wishing that I was his sister, because I was sure Terrence would be giving me something I wouldn’t forget anytime soon, and although Terrence wasn’t as tall as Ashton, he was more cut and definitely stronger. I’d let Ashton spank me before Terrence any day.

He put his arm around me. “It’s okay, Bri. You’ll still be able to play in the state champs and you’re still in the running for team captain. My freshman year, something like that happened to me. Only the guy was headed for me instead of my best friend. I’d never have done what I did for somebody else... and I’m sure you wouldn’t have done it if it were you. But, I’m the team captain now. Everyone screws up, okay? Don’t let yourself feel too down. No one will remember it tomorrow. Everybody will be talking about the victorious win. Besides, you scored two of the goals. You should feel at least a little good about yourself.”

I was trying to feel a little good about myself, but it wasn’t working.

Just then, Anastasia came hopping over towards me. “Oh, Bri!” she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. “I love you SO much. You were awesome tonight. And don’t worry, I saw that asshole... er.. girl was about to kick me, even if nobody else believes you.”

I had to smile at that statement. At least someone had seen.

“And don’t worry 'cause the other girls saw, too. And it’s going to be okay!” She tightened her hug on me. “You’re the greatest.” She looked at Ashton. “Party at the house tomorrow night?” she asked.

He gave her that look. “We’ll see.”

She yelped with joy and hugged him. “See ya tomorrow, Bri. Cheer up!” she said.

“Yeah,” Ashton said, smiling slightly. “Cheer up.”

I couldn’t help but smile back at him with this twinkle in my eyes. My crush for Ashton just got bigger!

I guess I probably decided about the same time Terrence did that I really didn’t want to stay at this game afterwards to talk to anyone 'cause I felt so rotten inside. We met below the stands towards the exit and I hung my head. Now, I had to face what was coming at home.

“I’m sorry,” I said so softly that it was a whisper.

“I know,” he answered, putting his hand on my back and leading me towards the car.

“I didn’t want them to hurt Anastasia,” I said, figuring I might as well state my case now.

“Fighting’s never right, Brianna.”

“I know.”

“If you knew then why did you do it anyway?”

I shrugged.

He opened my car door for me and I got in, throwing my bag into the backseat then burying my head into my hands, the most comfortable position when I didn’t want to face what was ahead. I heard him turn the car on and then he backed out and headed towards the house. The car was basically filled with silence, except for the soft playing of the radio. I wanted the car ride to last forever, so I wouldn’t have to face Terrence’s disappointment, so I wouldn’t have to go to school the next day and hear the people whispering about me in the hallways about what a troublemaker I was, so I wouldn’t have to listen to the coach when she announced the starters for the state championship games. Unfortunately, nothing really lasts forever, and we pulled up into the driveway.

“Can I take a shower before we have our talk?” I asked, knowing what was coming.

He nodded.

I went on into the shower and let the water wash away all of the emotions I was feeling. I let it wash away the tears I was already crying because I was so disappointed in myself. I probably stayed in there a super long time, but no one said anything. Terrence just waited patiently in the living room watching TV until I came in, hair wrapped up in a towel wearing my thin pajama pants and a T-shirt. He flipped off the TV and I stood in front of him.

“Bri, when did you start letting your anger take over your actions?”

“I don’t know.”

He nodded. “What you did tonight showed really poor judgment. It showed that you aren’t responsible enough to not let emotions control your body.”

“But...”

“I understand that you saw the girl trying to hit Ana... and I understand that you were thinking on the spur of the moment. That doesn’t make the situation right.”

I nodded.

“You can’t go around picking fights with everyone who tries to hurt Anastasia.”

“But, wouldn’t you do it if they were doing that to me?”

He wasn’t expecting that question. He sat there for a few minutes and looked at me. “No, Bri, I wouldn’t fight anyone who hurt you. You mean more to me than anyone would ever imagine. But there’s a place that even I have to draw the line. Getting in fights is against the law. It’s called disturbing the peace. You could get some jail time for it. Did you know that?”

I shook my head. I really didn’t know that.

“Well you could. And your my little sister and I’d die for you, and I’m not going to let you go to jail, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And I’m going to punish you to make sure that next time you want to do something so stupid, you’ll think about it twice, okay?”

I nodded.

He moved me towards him and tugged my pajama pants down to my knees then pulled me over his lap. I took a deep breath in and buried my face into the couch before I began crying again. Then I felt him pull my panties down to meet my PJ pants and I braced myself. This would hurt a lot.

The thing I didn’t realize, though, was that I didn’t see the hairbrush sitting on the coffee table. That’s why the first whack caught me by so much surprise I yelped loudly and nearly fell off of his lap from it stinging so much. He just wrapped his arm tight around me to get a good grip then sent it crashing down on my bottom again, just as hard, causing me to yelp just as loudly. After two whacks, I was already regretting that I had gotten in a fight. Of course, I knew I wasn’t going to get off that easily, especially when he landed four more whacks, one right after the other, crashing down on my bottom, and then landed four more, and four more, and so on in rhythm and before I knew it, I was bawling and kicking and squirming. He didn’t let up at all, but began spanking my sit spots in groups of four, then my bottom again, then my sit spots again, until he finally concentrated on my sit spots for about 16 smacks and I just bawled and clenched my fists tightly and it took me a minute to realize that he was all done and the loud screaming that I was hearing was my own. I tried to quiet down but I was already feeling bad for letting everyone down and now my bottom felt like it had been set ablaze.

“Shhhhhhh, Bri,” Terrence said, rubbing my back. “Shhhhh, it’s okay. I’m all finished, little sis. It’s all over. You’re forgiven. It’s over, honey. I love you.”

His voice was so comforting to my emotions, but not to the pain in my backside. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to sit for a month with the way he had spanked me.

My crying finally died down and I guess he figured that my bottom was feeling better because he instantly scooped me up in his arms and gave me a big hug. “You’re the greatest little sis ever, and if you don’t wanna go to school tomorrow, you don’t have to.”

I smiled through the tears that were still streaming down my face. As much as I didn’t want to go to school, with sore legs from running and a sore bottom from fighting, I knew that I had to face my classmates someday, and besides, I wanted to go to Anastasia’s party or at least help her beg Ashton to have one. “Thanks,” I whispered. “But I'ma go.”

He kissed my forehead then stood me up and pulled my panties back up. He went to get my PJ pants, but I told him that he could just leave those there. Then he carried me to my room and placed me down gently on my stomach and tucked me in. I felt like I was four again, but at least I felt okay, and I knew that my brother loved me and I was forgiven for fighting. And that was comforting to sleep on even if my bottom wasn’t.

The next morning I got up, still aching in my rear end area, but not so much in my legs. I managed to dress myself, for once thankful that I was wearing a skirt instead of pants because pants would be really painful against my sore bottom. I drove uncomfortably to school and got there early, the third time all year. Anastasia instantly greeted me.

“I was hoping you’d get here early today,” she said. “Did everything go okay with Terrence last night? He looked pretty pissed.”

“Yeah, everything went okay, I guess.”

“Did he... um... well... you know...”

I smiled, knowing myself how hard it was to say that word. “Yeah, he did, and it hurts like hell! Did you talk Ashton into the party?”

She grinned. “Sure did! But I had to promise him no drinking or smoking which sucks, but that’s okay. Not like I do bad stuff like that anyway.”

I giggled a bit. “What’s the talk of the school about last night?”

“You’re the hero! Everyone totally saw you stick up for me and they also saw those two goals you made. They think you’re super brave.”

I smiled. There came that swelled head again. “Well, at least everything’s okay.”

She nodded.

Maybe school wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Story: Bad Grades

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  Bri hasn't been doing her best at school and her report card shows it.  But Terrence doesn't seem too concerned about it.  This leaves her feeling guilty, and it just won't go away.  She decides to confide in her new best friend, Anastasia, about the punishments she gets at home and whether or not she should ask for one.

Bad Grades
by Breanna Carter

“BRIANNA!!!” Terrence yelled from the living room when he got home from work. Apparently he had seen the report card I left on the table. I knew I was in for it. At the time he called my name, I was mentally preparing myself. Of course, it wasn't that I didn't deserve it. I mean, how did I manage to get a D in English, my best subject? It was clearly because the teacher was a bitch and I couldn't help the fact that I hated her and blew off her class. But, Terrence wouldn't understand that. Not that I expected him to. I was the one who promised him that I'd do better.

I walked slowly into the living room, making sure that I was hanging my head and looking very remorseful for my low grade. This new school system crap sucked. We had six week report cards instead of nine week report cards. At least if I had been at my other school, I'd have had three more weeks to bring up my grades. But, nooo.

“How'd you manage a D in English?” Terrence asked me calmly when I found myself standing in front of him, staring at his shoes.

“I... um... it's a hard class,” I mumbled, looking up at him.

He gave me that look as if saying yeah right. “Really... You did know there was a note on her requesting that I call your teacher?”

Hmm, must've missed that note. “...no,” I answered, looking back down at his shoes.

“Look up at me, Brianna.” I complied, looking in his eyes. “I'd feel better if I heard it from you than your teacher.”

I nodded, on the verge of tears because this huge knot was welling up in my stomach and I felt so horrible for letting him down like that. Especially after promising that I'd do better in school. I bit my lower lip with nervousness. “I've been messing around in class... I haven't been doing my work, and I've been sent out of class a few times for goofing off. I'm really sorry, Terrence. I'll do better, I promise.”

He nodded. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the couch.

I quickly flopped down on the couch and held my head in my hands, hearing Terrence walk towards the kitchen and grab the phone. He dialed the seven numbers then sat down next to me. “Hello, this is Terrence Carter...” pause. “Yes, I'm Brianna's older brother and I received a note on the report card to call you...:” I stopped listening because I figured that I didn't want to hear it. I knew it was entirely my fault for failing the quizzes and tests and not turning in the homework. The class wasn't even that hard... I just wanted to piss the teacher off. Why the hell was I so stupid?

I tried to take my mind off of the matter at hand. I thought about soccer practice and how much fun we were having and how tomorrow was the day where we didn't have any classes, just watched all of the teams perform, the girls and boys soccer teams played against each other for the school, the dance team performed, we heard the orchestra and band, saw the gymnastics team, and tons of other nifty stuff. I'd only been to one of these and it was the greatest. And after that, we'd be starting a new schedule where we had 7 classes a day, either two activities or one activity and a study hall. Anastasia and I were thinking about joining the lacrosse team, but we'd have to try out first, so we thought maybe just having study hall would be better... it'd be somewhere we could goof off and pass notes and maybe I could get some English homework done.

I heard Terrence hang up the phone and it snapped me back into reality. “Bri... I'm really disappointed in you.” I didn't answer. “I thought you were going to try and get good grades to get a scholarship, and I know you can do it. Your teacher says that you did well on most of the test, but the fact that you neglected to turn in the homework and you neglected to pay attention is what brought you down. She also said that you could bring your grades up.”

I nodded.

“Well,” he said, sighing. “Just try and do better.”

I blinked.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. “TV dinners for dinner tonight, that okay?” he asked.

I was still dumbfounded. Just try and do better? “Yeah, that's fine,” I murmured, wondering if he was just stalling to make me anxious. I waited on the couch for a few minutes, just sitting there, not really doing anything but wondering what the hell just happened.

Terrence peeked his head in the living room. “You okay, Bri?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Are you okay?”

He grinned. “I'm okay, just a little disappointed in you. But hey, it's your decision to do well in school, not mine. Screw up your grades if you want and you'll just be going back where you came from.”

I nodded and watched him walk back inside. I just went to my room and plopped down on my bed, turning on John Mayer and letting it fill the emptiness that I felt at that moment. I hated having my brother so mad at me, hated feeling like I wasn't forgiven. He tried so hard to do the best for me, to make sure that I didn't end up a screw up, that I had a better chance than he did. We both knew the only way I could get to college would be on a scholarship, and it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon. And I just felt so bad...

Next thing I knew, it was dark outside and my John Mayer CD had stopped playing and Terrence was at my doorway asking me if I was ready to eat. “Yeah,” I muttered, yawning and looking at the clock to see that it was already after seven and I had taken a damn nap that I shouldn't have taken because I'd never be able to go back to sleep.

We ate in silence in front of the TV, of course, because that's where you're supposed to eat TV dinners. Friends was on and even though it was funny as hell, I was still depressed and I wanted to go back to sleep or something because I couldn't stand the silent treatment I was getting from Terrence. I felt a sense of deja vu... this had happened before, hadn't it? I did, however, manage to sit there through two more TV shows before I took a shower and went on to bed, saying that I didn't feel too well, which was partly true. I cranked up John Mayer once again and didn't get past the third song before I was in my own dreamland. Okay, so I was wrong about not being able to go to sleep that night.

The next morning I woke up before Terrence did which was super unusual because he left before I even woke up most of the time. It was five in the morning and I wondered why the hell I was awake. Why the hell WAS I awake? I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but my efforts were futile and I vowed never to go to sleep that early again.

I finally stumbled through the hallway to the couch and lay down, turning the TV on to a low volume. I should have known that there was nothing on TV at 5am... during the summer that's all I did was stay up all night watching TV. But I DID know that Saved by the Bell came on at five-thirty, so I just watched some dumb show on Nickelodeon until five-thirty then I turned on Saved by the Bell. It was the episode where Jesse gets hooked on caffeine pills and Slater tries to tell her that they weren't good for her. In my opinion she just needed to be spanked, that'd teach her. Oh God, I couldn't believe I was saying those things. I smacked myself in the head and tried to get it off of my mind, but somewhere in my head I knew that I needed a spanking for my grades, and as much as I hated to admit it, it was true.

About halfway through the show, Terrence came into the living room having just got out of the shower. “What are you doing up so early?” he said, pulling his undershirt over his head. I moved my feet so he could sit down next to me.

“I dunno, I was wondering the same thing,” I answered, staring at the TV because I still had that guilty pit in my stomach.

I felt a hand on my forehead. “You don't feel warm,” he said, smirking.

I glared at him. “I feel fine. I went to bed too early last night. You can bet that I won't tonight.”

He grinned. “Well, you can't stay up too late.” I looked at him. Both shoes were tied now and he was sitting there in his khakis and an undershirt, his work shirt thrown over his shoulder.

“I won't.”

He ruffled my hair. “Something bothering you, kiddo?” he asked, standing up and putting his work shirt on, buttoning it up and finally tucking it in.

“No.” He buckled his belt and I couldn't help but stare at it. I had a deathly fear of that belt.

“Well, I'll still call you later to make sure you're still up.”

I nodded.

“Have fun watching reruns,” he teased and I couldn't help but smile a bit because he was my older brother and he loved me so much and he knew that I felt bad for what I did and that's probably why he didn't spank me. I gave him a quick hug before he left then made myself comfortable again to watch more TV. Joy.

I even got to school early that morning, much to Anastasia's surprise. In fact, I'd only met her once before school and that was probably on the second day of school. Since then I'd been promising to meet her, but I always made it there five minutes before the bell rang. Therefore, we only talked at lunch and at soccer.

“Wow! Someone's here bright and early!” she said sarcastically, leaving her group of friends to walk with me.

“Yeah, it's pretty damn early all right,” I muttered.

“Hey, what's wrong? Get in tons of trouble last night?” Anastasia and I hadn't spoken of the first day of school since the second day of school when we joked about how pissed our brothers were. I wasn't planning on telling her that I'd gotten spanked, but since she was my best friend for the moment and I felt shitty about my grades, I decided now would be a good time to tell her. Besides, we still had 20 minutes to kill before the bell.

“That's just it,” I began, “I didn't get in any trouble...”

“Well, hey! That's always a good thing.”

I led us over to a more secluded area because I knew it'd be totally embarrassing if the entire school knew that I was still spanked. “It IS a good thing... but, I feel bad. 'Cause I know Terrence is pissed at me, and I didn't get in trouble and... I know this sounds really dumb, but I feel like I SHOULD be in trouble.”

She looked at me awkwardly. “Why don't you just not do anything until you finish your homework every night?” she asked.

I sighed. I knew that I had to tell her... she and I were pretty good friends by now and if she ever spent the night with me or anything, it'd be best that she knew. Or maybe Terrence was veering away from spanking me? I always thought that it'd be a good thing, but this guilt trip was making me feel worse! “Okay... I gotta tell you something, but you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone.”

She nodded. I had no idea what she was expecting to hear.

“Okay, well I've been living with Terrence since my parents died, about four years ago... and a little while after they died I didn't think I had any friends so I went to the store with some people I thought were my friends and they were stealing and I thought I'd be cool if I did, too, and I did... and we all got caught and Terrence had to come pick me up and well...” I paused, taking a deep breath in. What if she told Ashton? What would Ashton think of me then? “Well, I got in trouble...” I stopped.

She looked at me. “Bri... just spit it out.”

“I get spanked.” There, I said it. It was out in the open and now I had to prepare to get made fun of.

“Really?” she asked in disbelief.

I nodded and waited for her to mock me.

“OH, MY GOD! I thought I was the only one.” Then she did the unexpected and HUGGED me. Anastasia wasn't like Stephanie or even Jayna... she kept mostly to herself and was really apathetic, so when she hugged me it came as a big shock. Then I realized what she said.

“Wait, you get spanked, too?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Remember the first day of school when we got in trouble for pulling the fire alarm? I didn't think that Ashton would honestly spank me again, but he did and that's why I was having trouble running at soccer practice because it hurt.”

“Me, too!” I exclaimed giddily. It was nifty to know that I wasn't the only one in the world who still got spanked. “Wait, Ashton spanked you?”

“Yeah. He spanked me over the summer because I stole his car and drove it to a party and got a little trashed then drove it back home and made a scratch on his car. Luckily, I'd only hit a mailbox. Someone saw me and told me that's what it was.”

“Wow... for the longest time I thought I was the only one...”

“Me, too! So, what's this have to do with your current situation?”

I took another deep breath. “I feel bad for making bad grades and it was such a shock that I didn't get in trouble that I don't know what to do, because I know I honestly deserve to be punished...”

She gave me a semi weird look. “Bri, are you sure you want to be punished?”

I nodded.

“Just ask Terrence... Tell him you feel bad for what you've done and that you think you should be spanked. That's probably the basic idea of him doing this to you, because he knew that it'd affect you like this.” I took in what she said. Maybe I should tell Terrence. “But I don't like getting spanked... I don't want him to think that...”

“I'm sure he won't. Just tell him that you feel bad and you know you deserve to be punished 'cause you don't feel like you have his forgiveness yet...”

Hmm... that was a decent idea. “Okay, I can do that...” I replied, just in time for the bell to ring. “Good timing!”

“Definitely! Hey, are we signing up for study hall or lacrosse?” she asked me.

I thought about it for a moment. “I dunno, let's talk about it later. See you in the assembly!” We both ran our different ways to our classes because of our grade differences.

So, Ashton spanked Anastasia? That was interesting. I never imagined Ashton as that type of guy... he seemed so easy going and stuff. I could, however, imagine Anastasia getting spanked. She was just that type of girl, always finding herself in trouble. I couldn't be talking, though. I was probably in more trouble than she ever was.

Of course, I was so hung up in thinking about all of that I almost ran straight into Ashton. “Oh, um, sorry,” I mumbled, blushing like crazy because I was thinking of my new found information.

He smiled. “It's okay.”

I wondered if Anastasia would hate me if I went out with Ashton.

When I got home that evening, the first thing I did was take a shower. I had taken a shower at school after the game, but I still felt icky and I just wanted to get changed into my PJs before I spilt my guts to Terrence. Anastasia had pep-talked me the rest of the day at school, explaining that it would help me feel better and at least I would know that Terrence wasn't mad at me and that I was forgiven. I wondered if I was the only weirdo who ever asked anyone for a spanking.

Then, all too soon, Terrence pulled into the driveway then walked inside to find me sitting on the couch in my PJs. I looked up at him.

“Terrence,” I began, biting my lip. “I need to talk to you.”

He shut the door behind him and nodded, then sat down next to me. “Did you stay home from school today?”

I blinked, wondering why he would say that, then realized that I was in the exact same condition as I was when he left that morning. “Oh,” I said, letting out an uneasy giggle, “no, I went to school, we just had a game and I went ahead and took a shower.”

“Oh.” He paused. “So, what is it you want to talk about?”

My heart was pounding. After I said it, it was final. I breathed in then looked into his eyes. “I feel bad about my grades... and I... feel really guilty... and um...” I was trying to stall, but I knew I had to say it. “Will you spank me?” I spat out.

It didn't take him by surprise at all. Maybe Anastasia was right about that being what he wanted. “After all of these times that you've pleaded with me to do something other than spank you, this time you're asking me TO spank you?”

I nodded, feeling dumb already.

“Well, that shows that you're becoming responsible. That you're finally deciding to stand up and accept the consequences for your actions.”

I blushed.

“And you're right, you do deserve to be spanked, Brianna, and the only reason I didn't do it yesterday was because it was a test to see if you were really growing up.”

“I feel really bad for doing it, 'cause I know I screwed up, and it's my fault, and I don't want you to be mad at me. I just want you to spank me and forgive me.”

He moved over and hugged me. “You're a good kid, Bri. Do I tell you that enough?”

I smiled as I wiped the tear that was about to stream down my face.

He centered himself in the middle of the couch and patted his lap. I took a deep breath in once again, figuring that I asked for this and after it was over with, everything would be all better, except for my bottom, of course, which would be hurting like hell. I finally put myself over his knee and clenched my fists and waited. He tugged my pajama pants down to my knees, then pulled my panties down to meet them. I blushed when I knew that once again, my bare bottom was being exposed. I felt his hand resting on my bottom.

“I know you can do better in English than that, Bri. It's your best subject and a low grade is completely unacceptable. And I don't EVER want to hear of you getting sent out of class again, do you understand me?”

I nodded.

“I expect an answer out of you when I ask a question, Brianna.”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good girl.” With that his hand lifted from my bottom and next thing I knew there were tons of smacks raining down on my bottom. I wasn't expecting it to hurt so much and before I knew it, I was yelping and kicking and biting my lip so hard that I was surprised it wasn't bleeding. It showed me that even when I ask for the spankings, they hurt like hell! He spanked and spanked and spanked, for a good two or three minutes, not letting up at all, just spanking rapidly and harshly, and after a while, I was crying like a baby and begging him to stop.

“Pleaseeee,” I begged. “Pleaseee stopppp, I-I'm sorrrryyyyy.” I kicked and squirmed and wiggled my bottom to keep him from spanking in the same spots, but he already knew that I'd do that and he kept spanking in the same spots anyway. Finally, I buried my face into the couch cushions and cried until his hand was resting softly on my reddened bottom and he was talking to me in a calming voice.

“Shhhh, shhh, Bri. It's okay. I'm all finished now. I'm finished. You're forgiven, honey.” He rubbed my back while I cried everything out, all the guilt and all of the bad feelings.

“I'll do my homework from now on, I promise,” I said. “And I won't get kicked out of class.”

“I know, Bri. I know.” He finally lifted me up and hugged me tightly. “Bring the grade up by next report card, okay?”

I nodded.

“If it's not, trust me, this will be much worse.”

“Yes, Terrence.” He kissed my forehead and lifted me, then pulled my pants and panties back up. As if Anastasia had ESP, the phone rang and it was her. I was still crying a little, but I managed to take the cordless phone and hobble to my room.

“Hey, Bri. Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“So you told Terrence, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, letting out a slight giggle and rubbing my bottom.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Much better.”

Story: Roommates

First of two stories in the Roommates mini series.  Two college students become roommates and help each other stay focused and disciplined.

Roommates
by Breanna Carter

It was my first year in college and my roommate was a junior named Candy who just moved from New York. Why she chose Louisiana out of all the places in the world was beyond me. She was pretty spiffy though, a thin girl an inch or two taller than me with dark hair and eyes. She liked a clean room and I liked spending my time doing better things than cleaning a room. But for the most part, we got along okay. I should have known, though, that eventually it would lead to a huge uproar...

"BREANNA!!!" she yelled one evening after entering the room to see clothes strolled around everywhere, candy wrappers on the floor, and crumped up pieces of paper scattered from the doorway to my bed and some even on top of her bed. She stomped her foot and began yelling. "GEEZE! Can't you keep the damn room looking decent!" She stormed over to her bed and began to do something but stopped, seeing that I was listening to my portible cd player and doing homework and I hadn't heard a word that she had said. She threw a fit, and a pillow right at my head. I scowled and took my headphones off then looked at her.

"WHAT!?!?" I screamed.

"What the hell is all this mess around here! I can barely step in the damn room without tripping over some of your shit!"

I rolled my eyes. "So what? Get over it," I answered, getting back to my homework.

"No, I will NOT get over it, Young Lady!" she said. She charged towards me and took my notebook and paper and threw it on the bed. "I am sick and tired of picking up after you! You are 18 years old! You should be able to pick up the room yourself!"

"Blah blah, whatever. I need to do my homework." I began to pick my notebook and paper from where she had thrown it but she wouldn't let me. Next thing I knew she was grabbing my upper arm and lifting me from the bed, only to sit down where I was and pull me over her lap. "What the hell are you doing!" I shrieked.

"Giving you what you deserve!" she answered, tugging my shorts and panties down to my knees. By this time I was terrified as hell of what exactly she was doing. THEN I felt her hand smack my ass REALLY hard.

"OWWWW!!!" I exclaimed, wiggling and squirming, trying to pry myself away from her strong grip.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!

"When I tell you to clean this room, Young Lady, SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! you WILL do it without any question SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! Do you understand me? SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!"

"Oww! Ow, ow ow!!!! Stopp it!!!"

She didn't even let up, but really, she began spanking harder.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!

"OW! CANDY! STOPPP!!!" I whined, trying to roll off of her lap, but her grip was honestly too strong! It was so strong that it was aggravating.

"I will NOT stop Breanna Carter until I feel that you have learned a proper lesson! SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!"

"Ow! Ow! OW!!"

She kept spanking as hard as she could and I kept squirming, more so when she began spanking my sit spots and then it was hurting so badly I began to cry. I felt so stupid for actually crying because my roommate was just spanking me, but it HURT so badly.

"I'm sorry," I muttered through some tears that were streaming down my face.

"Good!" she answered, landing more rapid spanks onto my red bottom causing me to yelp with pain. I stopped squirming and averted all of my energy towards crying. And then, like a miracle sent from heaven, she stopped spanking and let me lie there wailing like a baby.

I stayed there for quite a while, letting her soothe me with a soft voice and telling me that everything was okay, she was finished spanking me for then, but she wouldn't hesitate to do it again. That made me shudder, knowing how much I hated cleaning. I was finally lifted up and I pulled my panties back up, but left my shorts off because they would hurt too much on my very sore bottom. In fact, I even put my shorts in the dirty clothes hamper, along with the other clothes that were scattered. Then I threw all of the paper in the trashcan and looked up at Candy.

"That's a girl," she said, ruffling my hair.

"I have this huge history project that I have to finish for next week," I said. "And I don't want to do it."

"Well, you have to. I have a project I have to start on tonight, too. It's due tomorrow. So I guess I better get to the library."

I nodded, wondering why in the world she'd wait until the night before to begin a project.

Anyway, I ended up finishing my project well before nine that night, just about the same time Candy came in with hundreds of books and papers come out in every which direction. I was watching tv but got up to help her carry the stuff in because she looked like she was about to fall. My bottom was still sore from the previous events, so it didn't bother me to get off of my bed.

"Thanks," she muttered.

"Must be a big project," I said.

"Yeah, I have to stop procrastinating so much."

"Yes you sure do," I agreed.

She sat on the bed with her laptop, leaning against the wall. I began watching tv again, and every so often I'd hear the sound of an IM being sent then hear her typing back. And then, I'd see her look up at the tv, then look over at me, and bite her lip. Then the process would start all over again.

"Did you get your report finished yet?" I asked about eleven.

She was typing away on her laptop and ignoring me until I was over her shoulder and realized that she was having an IM conversation with someone. "CANDY!" I shrieked. "You have that entire project due tomorrow and you haven't done any of it have you!"

"Um.. Well, a little.." she stammered.

"A little is not enough!" I realized then that I was taking her role as the 'parent' of the dorm, but it didn't matter! She should get her work done. I saw her type to someone that she had to go, but before she could even send it, I had the computer off of her lap and I was dragging her to my bed. Luckily, she was only wearing a T-shirt and panties so after I pulled her over my knee, I just tugged her panties down. "Maybe this will give you an incentive to begin working on it!" I scolded.

"No! Breanna, you can't do this!" she yelled.

"Oh, I can't?" I answered, smacking her bottom really hard. "Just watch me!" I spanked her swiftly and kept my own firm grip on her, also feeling how sore my own bottom was and determined to make hers feel just as sore. I concentrated on her sit spots for a good thirty smacks to send her yelping and screaming like she was being kidnapped. Her bottom was turning dark pink, but I was not yet satisfied. I wouldn't be satisfied until I knew she'd have trouble sitting down like I was having.

"OWWWW!!! BREANNA THAT HURTS!!!"

"It's a spanking SMACK SMACK!!! It's supossed to hurt."

She yelped and kicked and I kept spanking and spanking until finally her bottom was a dark shade of red. She was crying heavily by this point in time. I rested my hand on her warm bottom and rubbed it gently.

"There, there, Candy," I said soothingly, hoping she didn't think the spanking was out of total payback. "It'll be okay. You just gotta work on your project before writing to your friends online." She sniffled then lifted herself up and hugged me tightly then whispered something in my ear that sounded like 'thank you.' Afterwards, she pulled her panties back up then stood up to finish her project. And I could've sworn she told her friend online that she got spanked. I also saw her blush and I think since then, we've had an unspoken plan that anytime either of us felt the other deserved a spanking, it would be given to her.

Story: Anastasia's First Day of School

Part of the Ashton/Anastasia series.  The same thing as Brianna's First Day of School but from Ana's point of view.

Anastasia’s First Day of School
by Breanna Carter

“Anastasia!” I heard Ashton yell loudly. “Hurry up!” He thought I was taking my precious time in the bathroom to get ready, but really I was still in bed half asleep. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he kind of found out when he stormed into my room and found me lying peacefully under my covers. “What the hell are you doing!” he growled, pulling the covers off of me and smacking my upturned bottom HARD.

“Owwwww,” I squealed, my hands flying to my bottom that had at first felt protected, but after that smack, it wasn’t quite as protected as I imagined it being.

“Get dressed!” He left the room slamming the door and walking angrily through the house. I hated the first day of school. It was bad enough that I had to suffer through the damn private school, but I also had to deal with the teachers asking about my family. We were a little too prominent for my own good. Everyone knew my mother and father. They had just split up over the summer and Mom moved away to Florida where there were all beaches and skin cancer. My father was a big time business man, the owner of a few companies here in town, and spent more time in New York City than he did at home. I guess it didn’t bother me that much. Of course, you’d think that with Ashton being the one who raised me, we’d have ice cream for breakfast and fast food for supper, but surprise, we didn’t. We actually attempted to have real meals like a real family. It was so dysfunctional that it was pathetic.

I decided to go ahead and get up since Ashton didn’t look like he was in too much of a pleasant mood. I guess he was kind of pissed that he was given the job of parent while Dad was out of town on his business trip. Oh well, I didn’t care too much. So long as he didn’t decide to spank me like he did once while the parents were away. My philosophy was simple... what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And thus far, it seemed to work. The first day of school was always good for playing pranks, especially at a public school where no one knew you already. At a private school it was harder, and I had to settle for pranks like the good ole putting a bucket over the door so when the teacher walks in it pours all over her. Ashton taught me that one, before he got so uptight. I knew that I shouldn’t try that this school year, 'cause after a while, it’d be a little obvious that I’d be the one behind it. I wasn’t sure what prank I could pull for the new year, but I knew it had to be good.

In a matter of seconds, I was dressed and ready to go. School uniforms were a bitch. I guess that’s what I hated most about going to a private school. But I didn’t really have a choice of where I went. I guess my parents couldn’t have chosen a better school. I had been part of the lacrosse team for years and this was the first year that I decided to go for the soccer team instead. Both were state champs, although the soccer team was better than the lacrosse team and everyone knew it. In fact, nearly everything at our school was a state champ, or at least a district champ. We had all kinds of sports, soccer and lacrosse of course, basketball, volleyball, tennis, and even a golf team. We also had tons of music programs that were great, like choir, band, orchestra, and a symphonic orchestra. We had dance and writer’s clubs and science clubs and the school was just an all around genius school. It was good for me to go there because I was into that kind of stuff, but some of the kids there probably hated it. The dumb ones especially. And the preppy kids who wanted to be a cheerleader for a football team. Give me a break.

Anyway, I skipped to the living room where Ashton waited furiously on the couch for me to get ready. “Okay, Mr. Grinch, I’m ready.” Grinch was a really random name.

He managed a smile and stood up. “That didn’t take long.”

“I don’t spend hours in the bathroom doing my hair like you, Ashton,” I said, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He grabbed his keys from the coffee table and we headed out the door to his silver Jag, the nicest car on the planet. I knew absolutely nothing about it, just that when I got a car, it would be almost just as nice as his. There was no way that the ‘rents would buy him an ultra spiffy car and leave me out in the cold. Okay, there was plenty of way that they’d do that.

The traffic was heavy for it being early in the morning. If I didn’t have to go to school, I’d be asleep, and I figured the other people in the world saw it like that too, but obviously not. Everyone was out and about even if it was raining like hell. Ashton hated the rain, but I loved it! Another random statement.

“Don’t try any stupid pranks this year, okay?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Ash, lighten up.”

“Anastasia, I’m serious,” he said, looking at me. “It’s the first day of school and you don’t need to start this year off wrong.”

“Whatever.”

He finally pulled into the parking lot of my school and looked at me. “I’m not kidding.”

“Bye, Ash!” I said, opening the door and hopping out. “See you after school!”

I practically ran towards the building wanting to leave Ashton as soon as possible. At one point in time he was the only person I could count on, and now I couldn’t even count on him! He was the one I could tell all of my pranks to and he’d laugh and tell me that one day I’d get caught and get in trouble for it and I just shrugged him off and didn’t worry about it. I hated the fact that he was turning into another parent of mine. It wasn’t fair.

“Anastasia!” I heard and instantly there was a body slammed into mine with a hug that I noticed to be one of my best friends, Michelle.

I smiled. “Heya. What’s up?”

“Remember that girl last year who got kicked out of school?”

I racked my brain. Things were so messed up at my school... everybody knew everybody and when there was a new person everyone knew about it and why they were there. I, for one, didn’t see anything super cool about someone getting kicked out of school, but the other students seemed to think it was awesome to finally have someone different who wasn’t goody-goody. Finally a vision came to mind, a girl with brown hair and blue eyes who smiled a lot and hung out with the soccer players. What was her name? “Yeah, I know who you’re talking about. What about her?”

“She’s going to be here this year! And they say she’s a really good soccer player and she’s going to be on the team. And the team is going to nationals this year and they say with her on there that she’ll be awesome and you’re on the soccer team so you’ll get to know her!”

I blinked. “Wow,” I said with sarcastic enthusiasm. “I’ll get to meet the most popular girl in school! Lucky me!” I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Michelle. She’s just a normal person, like everyone else.”

“Right, Anastasia,” she said, obviously not agreeing with me. She was about to say something else but the bell cut her off and we headed inside. Everything seemed so much like the year before, just tougher classes and an abundant worship for the new girl. Another shitty year.

Everything went by smoothly. The classes were decent except I had to spend another year with the bitchy English teacher. How was it that I managed to have a shitty teacher in a subject I hated?

FINALLY, my soccer class began. It was like heaven. And what was even better was that I hadn’t played any pranks so far the entire day and I was just itching to do so. I walked out onto the soccer field and really didn’t hang out with anybody because I didn’t really know many people. The coach was talking and stuff and I wasn’t really paying attention because I didn’t really care. I was just ready to go home and go to sleep. It startled me a bit when she introduced us to everyone, me and a few kids whom I didn’t know. I was the only one who hadn’t been on the soccer team before and I didn’t have a clique to go into, but I didn’t really care. I didn’t care about a lot of stuff at this time.

It kind of came to a shock to me when I found myself in the same group as the junior soccer players. I noticed one as the new girl everyone was talking about. “Welcome to the team,” one girl, Jayna, said, shaking my hand. I tried to smile but I didn’t really feel like it 'cause I knew the girl a little and didn’t really like her.

The other girl moved up. “I’m Brianna,” she said. “Did you go here last year?” I was surprised that such a popular person would actually talk to me, since in most public schools they wouldn’t mingle no matter what.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” I muttered uninterestedly.

I yawned and looked around for a little while. The soccer field was so massive. I was so ecstatic to be playing on one of the greatest teams ever. Next thing I knew, Brianna was pushing Jayna and me away from our group. I blinked and almost said something but Brianna beat me to it.

“So Anastasia... since you’re new to the team, we have a little initiation worked out for you,” she said, smiling an evil grin.

“Oh, really?” This should be good, I thought. Brianna was the ultimate trouble maker, and she should know a good prank for me.

“Yeah, you gotta pull the fire alarm inside the gym.”

I let out a slight laugh and grinned then shook my head. “Come on, do you want me to get kicked out of school like you did?”

Jayna chimed in. “No initiation, no playing on the field.”

I sighed. “This is the most pathetic initiation I’ve ever heard of!” I said, moving towards the gym. “What happened to the paddlings that they used to give?” I added, laughing.

I led the girls towards the gym, hoping that they were on the lookout so that no one from the team would see us. This was a grand idea, the perfect prank. I’d have never thought of pulling the fire alarm myself! I knew it wasn’t really an initiation because it’d never happened before, but I was glad to start the trend! We finally arrived to the large room and I peeked inside to see that the coast was clear. The three of us stood next to each other and I looked at Brianna so she could tell me when. “Well, go ahead,” she told me. I nodded and slipped through the door towards the fire alarm. I felt Brianna’s eyes watching me as I crept towards the alarm. I gulped and looked back at her, then pulled the alarm down. The loud noise pierced my ears and I ran towards the two girls and we shot out of there as fast as our legs could carry us. Everything was going fine and dandy until I noticed that it was just Jayna and me running. I stopped and turned around to find Brianna lying face down on the ground. I would have laughed if I hadn’t have been in such a hurry. I could see the students and teachers filing outside from their comfy classrooms.

I sprinted towards Brianna and lifted her up with ease then began dragging her back to the soccer field. We weren’t even close to the field when someone stopped us. I looked up to see Mr. Qualls, the math teacher, right above me. “Girls! What is going on?!” he yelled.

Ten thousand excuses ran through my head of what to say. “We were coming back from the bathroom when we heard the alarm and we got scared and thought it was a fire!” I shouted with innocence in my voice.

“Yeah!” Brianna agreed. “We were scared that the gym was on fire!” The two of us looked up at him and I tried my hardest to have these angel puppy eyes to let him know that we didn’t do anything wrong. But he didn’t fall for it.

“I think you two’d better visit Mrs. Jamison,” he said. Mrs. Jamison was the headmistress, and a bitch, if I might say so myself! He shoved us towards the office and I tried not to resist but it was so hard. I really hated that woman!

When we got there I just yawned while he explained what he saw to Mrs. Jamison. I didn’t care. See? There I go again, not caring. Brianna kept glancing at me and from the looks of things, she probably thought she was about to get kicked out of another school. I, on the other hand, wasn’t worried. Ashton knew I did stupid stuff and he wouldn’t do anything but probably bitch at me and tell Dad what I did and Dad would just tell me never to do it again. What was there to worry about?

“...pulled the fire alarm?” Mrs. Jamison was asking. I noticed then that it was just Brianna and me, Mr. Qualls had left. I looked straight into Mrs. Jamison’s eyes.

“I did,” I said, at the exact time Brianna said it. I looked at Brianna wondering why in the world she would stand up for me like that.

“...weeks worth of detention.” I wished I’d stop zoning out so I could catch the beginning of her sentences.

“Please, ma’am!” Brianna begged. “Do you really have to contact my brother?” So she lived with her brother, too. I wondered if he was hot, and if he went to the school with us. Well, at least she couldn’t contact my parents cause they weren’t anywhere in town! And surely she wouldn’t pull Ashton out of class.

I guess Mrs. Jamison dismissed us to sit outside her office because I followed Brianna to the four chairs that were seated next to her door. I plopped down and looked at Brianna. “Hey, you didn’t have to stick up for me in there,” I said.

“No prob,” she answered, holding her head in her hands.

“I mean, my parents are out of town, they’re always out of town, and I’m not worried about it cause she’ll call and find out they’re not home then get over it and everything..”

“My brother’s going to kill me.”

I nodded. “Are your parents always out of town, too?”

“I guess you could call it that... if heaven is out of town.”

I paused. Whoa... her parents were dead. Now I felt bad for ever talking badly about my folks like that. Poor kiddo. “Oh...” I said softly. “I’m sorry about that...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It happened four years ago and I’m almost over it...” She totally was NOT over it. “It’s still kind of hard... but I manage.” She looked up at me and I nodded.

“Yeah... I understand. My parents are always gone. My brother looks over me more than they do.”

“How old’s your brother?”

I opened my mouth to answer but I was interrupted by the abrupt walking of a tall figure down the hallway. I figured it was Brianna’s older bro at first, but when I looked up it was Ashton. I gulped. Ashton? Here? In the office? That wasn’t cool... not cool at all.

“YOU pulled the fire alarm!” he shouted. “I can’t believe this! It’s only the first day of school and you’re already getting yourself in trouble...”

I cut him off. “Wait a minute...” I think it was just clicking that Mrs. Jamison called him to come up to the office instead of my parents... “They got you to come up here?”

“Yeah they got me to come up here... the secretary said that Mrs. Jamison wanted to have a conference with me.” So that’s what she said while I was in my own little world.

I gulped.

“I can’t believe you, Anastasia! I told you not to pull any pranks!”

“Sheesh... I’m sorry. Get over it.”

He glared at me and fell into the chair next to me. I knew he was about to make a comment about what I said about getting over it, but we were interrupted by someone who was not quite as tall as Ashton, but definitely more cut. Ashton was somewhere around 6’4 and this guy was around 6’1, which is just about as tall. I could immediately see his resemblance in Brianna. He glared angrily at Brianna. I wished desperately that she wouldn’t have stood up for me. I could have taken the blame myself!

“Brianna Nicole Carter!” he yelled. Brianna blushed and it was so funny, but I didn’t laugh because she didn’t laugh at me when Ashton was bitching me out. I waited for him to go on, and I could tell Brianna was waiting, too, but he didn’t. I blinked and looked at Ashton and he looked back at me and shrugged. He didn’t look like he was going to sit down anytime soon, but it didn’t really matter, because right after he arrived, Mrs. Bitch, ahem, I mean Mrs. Jamison opened the door and greeted our brothers then showed us inside. I just stood there studying the floor because it was always more interesting than what Mrs. Jamison had to say. I knew I had a weeks worth detention and I figured that Ashton could do the lecturing himself when we got home.

I heard her mention something about next time being suspended for at least three days and didn’t really care, like normal. I looked at Brianna and we grinned at one another. I hoped that she wasn’t too worried. I hated getting her in trouble like that. After all, it was my fault for wanting to play a prank so badly.

Finally, she dismissed us from her office and Ashton grabbed my upper arm and marched me towards the car. Talk about feeling like I was five years old! “You don’t even know how disappointed I am in you, Young Lady,” he scolded. I rolled my eyes. “Getting into trouble on the first day of school like that? What the hell were you thinking!” He unlocked the door and opened it, shoving me inside. Obviously, he didn’t want to know what I was thinking or he would have stayed around to hear it. He got inside the car then sped off, leaving me in silence to “think about what I’ve done.” Once again, I didn’t care, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

It seems like only a matter of seconds before we pulled into the driveway of our house. By looking at the house, you could tell that my parents' richness wasn’t spent on it. It was a one story house with three bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a dining room. We were the only rich people I knew who decided to spend their money on cars and school rather than a big house. “Go to your room,” Ashton ordered sternly.

“Yes, sir!” I said, saluting him. I heard him mutter the word smartass as I scampered to my room on my tiptoes as quickly as they could carry me because I knew my smartass comment would make him want to pop my behind on my way out.

I decided to sit on my bed and think about what I did. Let’s see. I went to school on the first day and pulled the fire alarm. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Or maybe it was just my apathy that thought it wasn’t a big deal. I played the event through my head. The sharpest thing in my mind was Brianna falling to the ground. I wished I could’ve seen it. I wondered if she tripped over her own feet. I giggled a bit, thinking about her tripping over one foot and landing face down into the grass. In fact, I thought about it so much that I was basically choking on laughter. Perfect timing for Ashton to come in.

“I don’t find any of this funny,” he said in all seriousness.

Ahem. I bit my lower lip to suppress the laughter. Breathe in, breathe out.

“I don’t appreciate the way you’re acting, Anastasia,” he warned.

I nodded.

“What you’ve done to day is completely inexcusable.”

I nodded again.

“You have no business getting yourself nearly suspended on the first day of school.”

Another nod.

He growled under his breath. “Fine, a spanking it is.”

My mouth dropped. “A what?”

“You heard me. A spanking.” He sat on my bed and grabbed me by the waist and turned me over his knee.

“No wait!” I argued. “Ashton! I’m sorry. Don’t do this!”

“Too late,” he said. I felt him flip up my skirt and tug my panties down to my knees.

“Ashtonnnn,” I whined, struggling and fighting to get up, but he had a tight grip on me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered what was happening to Brianna at this time.

“Stop it!” he ordered, hitting my bare bottom HARD with something I couldn’t quite make out what until he told me. “I’m going to spank you with this hairbrush until you can’t sit down for a week.”

“A HAIRBRUSH!” I screamed and struggled to get free again.

“Yes, a hairbrush,” he said then sent it crashing down on my backside again.

“OWWWW!! That hurts!!!”

“That’s what you get for having an attitude WHACK! and getting in trouble on the first day of school.” WHACK WHACK!!!

“OWWWIEEEESS!! Ashtonnnnnn it hurtsssss!”

“It’s supposed to hurt!” WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!

I kicked my legs furiously to try and keep the sting out of my bottom. But, it wasn’t really helping. After all, this was the second time I’d been spanked and I wasn’t used to such pain.

“I’m sorryyyy!” I yelled as he sent the hairbrush crashing down on my bottom four more times.

“Good,” he replied and began spanking me rapidly, hard and fast while I squirmed and kicked and whined with all of the energy that was in my body. He just kept a good grip on me and kept up his rhythm until I had kicked and squirmed and whined so much I was crying and exhausted. He ended up the spanking with two final HARD spanks on my sit spots and I yelped after each one. I heard him sit the brush down and I just lay there crying for a few minutes to regain myself. I didn’t realize how much a hairbrush spanking could hurt, but now I knew and I never cared to know again.

“Well,” he said, after my crying died down a little. “Looks like now that Mom is gone and Dad’s not around much, I’m going to be taking care of you little sis, and this is how I’m going to handle your punishments, okay?”

“Nooooo,” I whined, still crying.

“Yessss,” he mimicked. “I love you, sis, and I don’t want you to end up getting kicked out of school like some people we know.” He lifted me off of his lap and I grinned.

“Brianna’s a cool person though.” I thought about how her older brother stormed into the office. “And her older brother is hot,” I added, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He playfully shoved me and I pulled my panties back up. The pain of having someone on my bottom caused me to wince and Ashton just laughed at me. I rolled my eyes at him. “Got any homework?” Surprisingly, I did, and he knew it, too. So I got right on to my homework while lying on my bed instead of sitting up 'cause I was in too much pain to sit up. In a way, I was glad that the day turned out like it did. I made a friend and got to pull my prank. It wasn’t so bad after all.

Story: Brianna's First Day of School

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  Jayna and Bri are into initiating the new kid on the soccer team.  The prank is going so well... until... well, it doesn't.

Brianna’s First Day of School
by Breanna Carter

It was the first day of my junior year and it was already hectic! My brother had ironed the wrong skirt to wear to school so I had to go and iron one by myself, which took entirely too long, and then I couldn’t find my tie and I almost just went to school without it. But, it was hidden under my backpack and I wished desperately that I had searched there before I got all irritated. Did I mention that I decided a private school would be better than my old school? Of course, all the uniform preparation made me wonder if it really was a better choice.

At any rate, I had decided to go to Addington Academy to be with Jayna and a few of her soccer friends that I had met over the summer. I was ecstatic that I was finally going for a change in schools and I would be on the soccer team which already kicked ass. In fact, after I tried out for the team, I would be going to the school on a scholarship for soccer, so Terrence wouldn’t have to pay tuition. He was pissed about having to pay it in the first place, and he was more pissed when I told him that I wanted to go back for my last two years of high school. But, I promised to keep my grades up and do soccer so I could get a scholarship, and after the first semester, if things seemed okay, I could finish school there.

So anyway, I was headed off to school not so bright and very early in the morning on a Tuesday. The overcast sky promised rain, but I wasn’t really concerned with that. I was concerned with how I was going to make it to school being so sleepy.

Fortunately, I made it there in one piece, exactly seven minutes late to my homeroom class. It was a lot different than my old school was with running things on the first day of school. Since it was so small, all of the junior girls had the same homeroom class which was American History. It was weird because all of the teachers were the same for the middle and high schools, they just taught at different times. And the elective was held during sixth period for all students, and it was their extracurricular activity, which for me was soccer. There were no other electives and all grades took gym, and that also meant that I was in for a packed year my senior year... filled with physics and advanced math, two classes I didn’t want to take at all. But, it was something I’d have to deal with if I wanted to be on the best soccer team in the state.

“Have a seat, Miss Carter,” Mrs. Jacobson said. She had never really liked me that much, thinking that I was a troublemaker who would end up in jail before I was twenty. She was partly right, I must say... I had been as close as one could get to being arrested without actually going to jail. I took a seat next to Jayna, who grinned. The teacher rambled on and on about what types of things we’d be learning this year, but neither Jayna nor I paid much attention; I was trying to explain my morning to her without the teacher seeing us. It didn’t work. Every time the teacher looked over my way, I happened to be explaining my situation, and she stopped talking and stared at me until I realized that I was once again disrupting the class and slid down in my seat. After this happened a couple of times, she exasperatedly ordered me to move to the other side of the room. I could tell that I had already started the year off on the wrong foot and that was bad. At my old school I refrained as much as possible from doing that. But this teacher already knew me and already had her opinion, and I figured I couldn’t change it so might as well fuck off on the first day, so that’s what I did.

Jayna and I went through our schedule slowly, already knowing most of the stuff that was going to happen, and since the teachers knew that, some began their lessons while others just let us goof off the rest of the class period. And FINALLY sixth period came which was my soccer class and I ecstatically ran down the stairs with Jayna and out of the doors to the soccer field. The team wasn’t too big and I knew most of the people, except for the people who were new on the team. There were four new girls, two freshman named Lynn and Kandace, a sophomore named Anastasia, and an eighth grader named Julie. The only one that really counted as a new player was the sophomore because the other three had been on the junior high team. The eighth grader was just good enough to be on the varsity team, so that’s why she was with us.

The coach prep talked us and handed us a schedule of the games we would be playing. Included on the schedule were an all-state tryout date and the date for state championships. Also there was a trip to Chicago where we would go and compete nationally. I told you that we were the best soccer team in the state!

After the prep talk and the discussing of the schedule, the coach basically let us do whatever we wanted. She sat back and we all stood in three groups; the two freshmen hung out with some sophomores, the other sophomores hung out with Jayna and me, and the seniors hung out together. Anastasia happened to be in our group of about five people.

“Welcome to the team, Anastasia,” Jayna said, shaking the girl's hand. She just smiled slightly and shook hands back, not really saying much, probably because she was too shy.

“I’m Brianna,” I said. “Did you go here last year?” I noticed that she looked oddly familiar and I wondered why, but didn’t ask.

“Yeah,” she murmured, “unfortunately.”

“Hey, Bri, we should initiate her into the team,” Jayna said.

“Yeahhh!” I said, taking the two girls off from the group while they chatted with the seniors. “So Anastasia... since you’re new to the team, we have a little initiation worked out for you.”

“Oh, really,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah. You gotta go pull the fire alarm inside the gym.”

She shook her head while smiling. “Come on, do you want me to get kicked out of school like you did?”

I glanced at Jayna. “No initiation,” she said, “no playing on the field.”

Anastasia sighed. “This is the most pathetic initiation I’ve ever heard of. What happened to the paddlings that they used to give!” she said, laughing a little.

I gave an uneasy giggle as Anastasia walked towards the building. Naturally, Jayna and I followed her, creeping slowly along the grass to make sure that nobody would notice our sudden departure. We finally reached the door and the three of us stood next to it.

“Well, go ahead,” I told her.

She shrugged and slipped through the door. Jayna stayed on guard and I peeked inside to watch. It happened in slow motion, like you see in the movies. She ran towards the alarm, pulled it down, ran towards the two of us, and we all went as fast as our legs could carry us until I tripped and landed flat on my face. Jayna kept running but Anastasia noticed that I disappeared and turned around. Next thing I know, she’s pulling me to my feet with all of her fifteen year old strength and I’m standing again and we’re running and then... a hand falls down on my shoulder.

“Girls! What is going on!” I hear. I gulped loudly and turned around to see my math teacher, Mr. Qualls. He stared down at us with supreme disappointment.

“We were coming back from the bathroom when we heard the alarm and we got scared and thought it was a fire!” Anastasia blurted out, blue eyes filled with worry.

“Yeah!” I yelled to him. “We were scared that the gym was on fire!” By now the whole school was outside standing in a line, looking anxiously around to see what was going on.

“I think you two’d better visit Mrs. Jamison,” he commanded, then basically pushed us the whole way to her office.

I listened as he explained everything that he saw, and glanced at Anastasia periodically to see what was going on with her. She couldn’t be nearly as scared as me! When Terrence found out how much trouble I had gotten in on my first day of school he would definitely flip out and I wouldn’t be able to sit for a while.

“Girls,” Mrs. Jamison began, sitting behind her massive desk staring at Anastasia and me because Mr. Qualls was already gone. We were just standing there dumbly, unsure of what to do. “Which of you pulled the fire alarm?”

“I did!” we both answered simultaneously.

“Very well then. I must contact each of your parents to pick you up this afternoon and you will both receive a weeks worth of detention.”

“Please ma’am! Do you really have to contact my brother?” I said in a whiney voice.

“Yes, Miss Carter, I do. Pulling the fire alarm is a serious offense and cannot be taken lightly. You are lucky that I’m letting the two of you get off this easily! You may sit outside my office in those chairs and wait for your guardians.”

I hung my head as my heart thumped inside my chest, already knowing how badly Terrence would take this. He had gotten called into my school too many times and I desperately wished that he didn’t have to be called this time...

“Hey, you didn’t have to stick up for me in there,” Anastasia said when I plopped into the seat outside of Mrs. Jamison’s office.

“No prob,” I answered, holding my head in my hands.

“I mean... my parents are out of town... they’re always out of town... and I’m not worried about it 'cause she’ll call and find they’re not home then get over it and everything...”

I nodded. “My brother’s going to kill me.”

“Are your parents always out of town, too?”

“I guess you could call it that... if heaven is out of town.”

There was a pause. “Oh...” she whispered. “I’m sorry about that...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. It happened four years ago and I’m almost over it... it’s still kind of hard... but, I manage.” I looked up at her and she nodded.

“Yeah... my parents are always gone... my brother looks over me more than they do.”

I felt like I was in a book... The Outsiders or Tex... We were a couple of characters from S. E. Hinton’s imagination... it was like Ponyboy meeting Tex. If you haven’t read the books, you have no idea what I mean... but Ponyboy was raised by his oldest brother because his parents died, just like mine did...and Tex was raised by his older brother because his dad was never around. I loved S. E. Hinton... I read every book she ever published... at least three times each!

“How old’s your brother?” I asked, but she never got a chance to answer because before I knew it, Ashton was walking down the hallway... Ashton, the cute guy who I met last year. He was sooo hot and I wanted to tackle him right there in front of Mrs. Jamison’s office. That is, until he looked down at Anastasia.

“YOU pulled the fire alarm!” he nearly shouted. “I can’t believe this! It’s only the first day of school and you’re already getting yourself in trouble...”

“Wait a minute... they got you to come up here...?”

“Yeah they got me to come up here... the secretary said that Mrs. Jamison wanted to have a conference with me.”

I heard her gulp and then I gulped myself. She was in for it as much as I was... or that’s what it looked like at least. That made me worry more and more about what Terrence would do.

He was still carrying on a little when I finally felt him slide down in the chair next to Anastasia. Then, there was silence. And after a couple of minutes of that peaceful silence, it was broken by a large figure walking angrily down the hallway. Bet ya can’t guess who it was? Yep, Terrence.

“Brianna Nicole Carter!” he yelled, in an instant towering over me and making me blush furiously because I knew that Anastasia and Ashton were watching me... and I had the hugest crush on Ashton and I didn’t want him to see me getting yelled at like a four year old by my older brother. I was prepared for the yelling, but it didn’t come, which was odd... but uh, I wasn’t going to complain. I think he was just too furious with me to express his anger. Like I said, I’m not complaining.

The awkward silence only lasted for a couple of seconds because I guess Mrs. Jamison realized after she heard two angry guys that both of our responsible parties were there. She ushered us into her office and the guys sat while we stood next to her desk, shifting uncomfortably. I wondered if Anastasia was spanked by her older brother like I was...

“Hello, Mr. Carter, Ashton...” Mrs. Jamison began, seating herself and making sure that she was sitting up straight. I could tell by the way that Ashton slumped in the seat that he’d been sent to the principal’s office a few times himself. Terrence, on the other hand, was on the edge of his chair. It felt so weird and surreal to me, almost like a dream. At the time I wished that it was a dream. How could it have been that we were caught? It was entirely my fault. “Seems as if we have a... situation with the girls today.” Seems to me as if this woman is a complete nut. I must say, I took a liking to Mr. Vaughn much more than I did to this woman. At least Mr. Vaughn was friendly and not all anal retentive and stuff. “The fire alarm was pulled and both girls admitted to being the culprit.” It was like she was trying to sound smart, but it wasn’t working. “Since it is only the first day of school, and neither girl has been here that long... I am only giving them a weeks worth of detention. But,” she began, eyeing us. I gave her an evil look which I hoped Terrence didn’t catch. “If I ever catch either of you doing something as serious as this again, you will both be suspended for no less than three days.” Whoop-te-doo. I couldn’t STAND this woman. She looked back at our brothers and started rambling on to them about the safety of the school and a lot of other bullshit that neither of them cared about.

Anastasia and I looked at each other and suppressed a grin. Even though I was in deep shit when I got home, at least I wasn’t in it alone... and at least something good came out of it... a new friend. wink wink I know, I’m such a cornball.

Terrence didn’t speak to me until we got home, and once we did, he took it upon himself to do more than speak. He yelled. “It’s the first day of school and you're already getting yourself into trouble! You’d think after getting expelled and arrested you would learn not to do stupid stuff.” With that he pulled me over his lap and flipped my skirt up.

Of course, out of habit, I struggled. “Wait!” I yelled. “I can explain!”

“There’s no explaining to do, young lady. Mrs. Jamison did all of the explaining that I want to hear.” He tugged my panties down to my knees and I kicked furiously.

“Pleaseeeeeee, Terrence...”

He rested his hand on my bottom. “Why should I not spank you, Brianna?”

I thought for a minute. “Because I’m sorry?”

“You’re ALWAYS sorry and I’m sick of it. I’m not going to allow you to get yourself expelled from another school.”

“But, I won’t!” I begged, struggling.

SMACK!!!

“OWWWWWW!!” The spank took me by surprise, but I didn’t let up on my squirming. “Terrence please! We were just having fun!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “I’ll show you fun,” he said. If I weren’t over his knee, that would have been funny.

I felt the warmth on my bottom as I grabbed hold of the couch cushions and kicked my legs. He landed more rapid spanks on my small bare bottom and I howled in pain. “Terrenceeeeeee I’m sorryyyyy,” I begged in a whining voice. He definitely wasn’t showing any type of mercy whatsoever.

“Brianna,” he began, still spanking me, “You are NOT going to get yourself into as much trouble this year as you did last year and I’m going to make sure of that.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwwwwieeeeeeeeee... I won’t I won’t. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!”

My pleas were of no use. He kept his pace until I was kicking and screaming and crying. Finally, he picked me up and stood me in front of him. “Brianna, believe me, this is nothing compared to what you’re going to get if you get into any more trouble at school this year, do you understand me? I am not going to put up with it this year. If I ever, and I mean EVER, get called to the school for some type of trouble you’ve gotten into, I’m going to make sure that you won’t be able to sit for a week. Understand?”

“Yes, Terrence,” I answered, wiping the tears from my eyes and looking down at the floor.

“Go to your room.”

I nodded and hobbled off towards my room, rubbing my bottom. He was right... he did go easy on me for getting in trouble on the first day of school. I decided to lie on my stomach with my face buried into the pillow and just stay like that until dinner. Meanwhile, I hoped that Anastasia was okay and that Terrence wasn’t as pissed at me as he sounded.

Story: Ashton's Car

Part of the Ashton/Ana series.  This is the first story introducing Ana with no attachment to Bri whatsoever.  Ana goes to a party, drinks, and drives her bro's car home.  Oh, and she has a minor accident.  (Random fact:  This story was written before Heavenly Weed, but takes place afterwards.)

Ashton's Car
by Breanna Carter

I was giggling so hysterically that I could barely get out of my brother’s car without falling. It was two in the morning on a Saturday night. I had just gotten home from this party at my best friend’s house. I took my brother’s car, without his permission, then went to this party and drank as much alcohol as I could get my hands on, avoiding the fact that I’d have to drive home. Luckily, the party was only a couple of blocks away from my house and I managed to get there with only one tiny scratch on Ashton’s car.

I finally made it out of the car, still giggling to myself about some absurd thought that passed through my mind. I walked towards the house. Every light was on, including the porch light, and I realized that Ashton was home. Not knowing what time it was, I stumbled inside, swinging the door open.

“Where the hell have you been!” he yelled when I entered. I was choking on my own laugh.

I let out a giggle. “I went out for a little while, silly,” I said, slamming the door shut and watching Ashton jump from the loud noise it made. His dark eyes peered at me.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked softly.

“I just had a bit to drink, I’m really okay,” I said, then stumbled nearly tripping, and fell into my brother’s arms, grinning up at him. “It was fun. You should go drink some.”

“You drank? Then drove? My car?”

I nodded, a wide grin spread across my face.

“Let me get this straight. You STOLE my car, DRANK some alcohol, then DROVE my car back home?”

I nodded, unaware of his apparent anger.

“I can’t believe you!” he yelled, letting go of me and I almost fell, since I was practically counting on him for support.

“Wha...?” I asked, confused.

“Anastasia... You’re only 15... you don’t even have a fucking license yet. And I specifically told you not to drive my car!”

I hung on the word “specifically.” I tried to say it a few times, my words slurred together, but it didn’t work. Finally I gave up and shrugged. “Oh well,” I said.

I stalked off towards my room, the hallway getting narrower and slanting a bit, kind of like those fun houses that are at the fair. Before I knew it, everything seemed slanted and I fell over, right into the wall. “Owww,” I whined, holding my elbow.

Ashton appeared beside me and I wondered if he teleported. He helped me up and let go again, only to send me crashing back down into the wall. “My legs are broke,” I whined.

“No, they’re not.”

“Yeah, they are. I can’t walk. My eyes are broke, too. Can’t see either.” I breathed heavily and tried to look at him and then blacked out for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was in Ashton’s arms being carried towards my room. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to your room.”

“Why?”

“Because your drunk.”

“I am?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” I blinked a couple of times but just allowed him to carry me as everything went by me in slow motion. I remember looking at the picture on the wall from Christmas when Ashton was 5 and I was only 3. We were so young then. It reminded me of how close we were. After I looked at the picture I ended up on my bed and fell almost instantly asleep.

I had the weirdest dream. Something about apparating like in Harry Potter. Apparating from one side of the house to the other. Maybe I just drank too much.

The next morning I woke in the living room on the couch, a trashcan next to me and a pain in my stomach. I looked at Ashton who sat on the chair beside me, staring. I tried to sit up but my headache kept me down.

“What happened?” I muttered.

“What happened?” he asked, agitated. “You stole my car, went to some party, got drunk, then drove home, in MY car.” His eyes were fixed angrily on me.

“What happened after that?”

“You went to sleep then started sleep walking and fell down in the hallway. I had to pick you up and you said you felt sick so you went to the bathroom and puked everything up. So you slept in here last night. And I slept in the chair.”

I nodded, realizing the pain in my stomach wasn’t just from the alcohol, but also the guilt I felt. “I’m sorry,” I muttered.

He just gave an exasperated sigh. “I can’t believe you, Anastasia... I trusted you to stay here and not do anything stupid. Instead I come home to find the house empty and my car gone. Do you realize how worried I was?”

I shook my head.

“I was super worried. I didn’t know what happened. Had no idea where you went. I tried calling your cell, but it was turned off. I could only think the worse.”

My heart thumped inside my chest. “I’m sorry,” I muttered again, but he just shook his head and paced around the room a bit. Finally, he just walked out of the door and I heard his car start up and he drove off.

I had plenty of time to think about what I did wrong. I basically just lay on the couch and stared at the blank TV and thought about what I did, and regretted it, and wanted to go back and change it.

He came back home about an hour after he left with an angrier look on his face. “Do you happen to know how I got that scratch on my car?” he roared then slammed the door behind him.

“Uh,” I stuttered, at this time he was towering above me.

“You got a scratch on my car??? You stole it AND wrecked it, all in the same night? And to top it off you drank and drove?” He growled under his breath, basically not giving me the chance to explain because I was sure he didn’t want to hear it.

“Look, Ashton, I’m sorry. I...”

“Give it up. Your excuses won’t work. Stand up!” he ordered.

I did as I was told, thinking nothing of it.

He still towered over me, his 6’1" frame being nothing compared to my mere 5’3". “You knew that you weren’t supposed to drive my car. You asked me time after time after time if you could, just to test out your permit. And I probably would have eventually let you, as long as I was in the car with you. But NO, instead, you stole my keys from me and took my car out for a little joy ride and could have killed yourself!” he yelled. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“I- I’m sorry, Ashton. I just wanted to go to the party.”

“I don’t care if you wanted to go to the party. You shouldn’t have gone anyway because it had drinking. Fifteen's too young to be driving, much less drinking.”

“But..."

“What the hell did you hit?”

“I... I don’t know...”

“Great!” he yelled sarcastically. “Just fucking great. So now I might have a hit and run following me around because my little sister got drunk and drove my car.” He paused for a minute and took a deep breath. “If Dad were here, he’d spank you so you couldn’t sit down for a week, and that’s what I intend to do.”

My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” I whispered.

“You heard me.” I didn’t move. “I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom until you can’t sit down for a week, so go ahead and pull down your pants...” I still didn’t move, just stared at him in shock. “ANASTASIA! I’m not talking to myself. Pull them down, NOW!”

I let out a whine.

“Ashton,” I begged. “Please, don’t... I’m sorry.”

“If I have to tell you again, it’s going to be much worse...”

Ashton had never spanked me before... NEVER. And my parents hadn’t much, only once or twice really. I just stared at him still in awe and shock, not making any effort to move.

Finally, he sighed heavily and sat down on the couch and pulled me over his lap in a matter of seconds then landed four quick sharp smacks on my upturned rear end.

“OW!” I screamed, his smacks taking me by surprise.

“When I tell you to do something, you will do it, do you understand me?” He lifted me back up. “Now, pull down your pants.”

I rubbed my bottom but made no attempt to unbutton my jeans. Without warning, he pulled me back over his lap and spanked me a good ten or fifteen times.

“Oww!” I murmured after each one until finally he let me back up.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask you, Anastasia. If you don’t do it now, I’ll do it for you.”

I was still rubbing my bottom, but the stern look he gave me told me that I better go ahead and to it for myself. And the fact that his hands moved towards his belt and I figured that his leather belt hitting my bare skin wouldn’t feel too great.

I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, then slipped them down to my knees and let out a whine. I looked at him pitifully.

“You brought this upon yourself,” he told me and brought me over his lap again, pinning my hands behind my back. I felt him tug my panties down to my knees and I struggled a bit, but my struggles were useless, because instead of pulling my panties back up, I was greeted with a few more smacks. “The less you resist, the sooner this’ll be over,” he admonished.

I tried not to resist and lay there as he finished pulling my panties down then rested his hand on my bare bottom. I shivered a bit, dreading more than ever what was about to happen.

“I’m very disappointed in you,” he lectured, then slapped my bottom.

“Ahhh, owww...”

“I honestly can’t believe that you’d do something so stupid and irresponsible.” He continued smacking my bottom harder and harder each minute.

“Owwww, come on, Ash, that hurts...” I whined, wanting to move my hands and protect myself from this pain, but it was useless. His strong arms had my hands pinned and the smacks kept getting worse and worse.

“I told you, I’m going to spank you so you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Please, Ash,” I begged. “I’m... ow! Sorry.”

“Good. You better be sorry. And you’ll be more sorry when I get finished.”

I whined again, and let out a big outcry when he began concentrating on my sit spots.

“OWWWW! Ahhh, Ash that hurts!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “Good.” SMACK SMACK!!!! “It hurt me when you came home drunk off your ass after driving my car.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!!! “You could have gotten into a bad wreck,” SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “and killed yourself or someone else!” SMACK SMACK!

“Owwwwwwwwww, owwwwwww,” I whined, my entire bottom aching with pain at this point and me squirming like hell to try and avoid getting spanked in the exact same spot.

“If you EVER steal my car again,” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “I will take my belt off,” SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “and spank you with it,” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! “then get a switch out of the backyard and spank you with that.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “Do you understand me?”

“Yesss, owwwwwwwwwwwww, yessss I’m sorry!”

“And I don’t want you ever,” SMACK SMACK SMACK “EVER,” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “to drink and drive again.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!

“I won’t. Owwwwwwwww, it hurts I’m sorry.” I was trying to fight back my tears but it wasn’t really working that well. My bottom hurt so much and he was making me feel so bad.

“I’m really disappointed in you,” he added, finally ending his lecture and allowing me to let it all sink in as he finished pounding it into me.

He spanked me until I could feel my bottom glowing and my face was swollen and puffy from crying and muttering apologies. He rested his hand on my bottom and I sobbed silently into the couch.

“Young lady,” he said in the most serious voice, “I’m really upset with you. You could have really badly hurt somebody... and I know I’m being repetitive, but I want it to sink in how much you’ve put yourself in danger. That’s why I spanked you.”

I let out a slight noise to signal that I agreed with him and we stayed like that for a while, his hand resting on my warm bottom and my face buried into the couch.

“Anastasia,” he said softly, “I love you. You’re my sister and I’d never want anything bad to happen to you, okay?”

I nodded.

He pulled me up. “Go on up to your room and get cleaned up, then you can wash my car and wax it until that scratch comes off.”

I tried to cry more, but he smiled at me, and I hoped he was kidding. I quickly pulled up my pants and he gave me a slight pat. I winced and hurried towards my room, going by the bathroom on the way to wipe off my face that was all red and puffy and my eyes were all glossy and I looked like shit. My bottom stung like hell, it felt like it was on fire and I knew that I was a well spanked and broken little girl. I’d never drink again, much less any of the other stuff I did. I finally gathered myself and went to my bedroom and lay down on my stomach for a while, wincing a bit because I was still in pain. I finally fell asleep reminding myself to help Ashton wax his car until that scratch came off.