From the brilliant mind of Breanna, and written by Breanna and Haley, here's the first story from "Have Faith", the sweet and humorous, semi-consensual spanking Summer tales of a 12-year-old and her 16-year-old "pretend-brother". (That summary was written by Haley... I don't usually brag about my brilliance but I can't help it if others do hehehe.)
HAVE FAITH - Roller Holler
by Breanna Carter and Haley Brimley
Soon after eleven o’clock, in the hot morning of July 9th, sixteen-year-old Francis Dolarhyde saw the dynamic duo Faith McClane and Deanna Parker walk up to the roller coaster facility – run up to it, actually, since all the two twelve-year-olds seemed to be doing was running, chatting, giggling and beaming with the candy they had, and occasionally cause some mess now and then. Now and now, actually. Since the end of the school term, Faith and Deanna had been spending their days between the Hamel’s Amusement Park, where Francis had his summer job at as the operator of different rides, and the beach, sleeping over at each other’s houses, going shopping and pretty much every other typical summer activity that might interest two late pre-teens/early teenagers.
Francis and Faith had been neighbours for years before her father re-married, and while not leaving the town, her step-family had decided to move to a house in the countryside. The kids had remained close friends, though, and despite the age difference – four years are a lot, at that age – they did get along very well, and tended to consider each other siblings.
On that morning, Francis caught Faith’s eye and waved at her as she and Deanna moved towards the stairs. Faith giggled to her friend and waved back, talking a mile per minute about how much fun they were going to have and how much trouble they could cause and how cute some of the workers were! She held hands with her best friend and they skipped up the stairs to the roller coaster, knowing that they weren’t supposed to be running in the park, but who really cares? She giggled as she caught Francis’s eye.
"Heya Francis!" she yelled, then giggled. "What’s uppers?"
"Me is up, kiddo," he said, raising his chin to Deanna and tousling Faith’s hair with his hand. "Long night, got a coupla hours sleep only. What’re you up to? Usual ride?" he asked from his seat in the small cabin the operators used as a workplace.
"Of course," she said, glancing at Deanna and giggling again. "We only got a couple of hours of sleep, too," she bragged, trying to make herself feel older and more mature, but knowing that Francis would probably see right through that. "We were gonna get drunk, but decided not to," she added, still going for that maturity thing.
"Yeah right," he said, shaking his head and casting her a side look, "as if you’d even think about getting drunk." He checked their hand stamps that told they could ride, although he knew they had one, then pointed at the big red "WARNING" sign aside the cabin. "Can you toddlers read?" he teased. "No standing, no throwing object, no blah blah blah," he went through it all again.
Faith rolled her eyes and giggled. "But I can’t read, Mr. Francis," she said.
Deanna giggled too. "Yeah," she agreed, "you have to read it to us!" She then looked at the NO SMOKING sign and nudged Faith, who saw it and asked:
"Can we smoke on this ride?" They burst into a fit of giggles.
Rolling his eyes too and smiling just a bit, Francis leant over and out of the cabin window. "You do that, and you won’t place your hineys on this roller coaster for a long time, got that straight?" he added with a wink. "Especially you Faith! And now get outta my sight, I gotta work, ya know."
"Oooooo, we’re so scared," Faith said without a worry in the world, although she figured he meant something along the lines of getting kicked off of the ride, which would suck! But maybe, just maybe, she thought, it meant that he’d give her a spanking, and that didn’t seem like such a bad idea. After all, she hadn’t been spanked since she was a young child and the thought of it kind of excited her, though she didn’t know why. It just seemed something cool and thrilling to think about from time to time. Nevertheless, she remained quiet anyway and sat down, waving goodbye to Francis as the ride began moving down the track, rolling downhill a bit, only to go up the chain high in the air where the two girls began screaming at the top of their lungs saying that they were scared and wanted their mommies, only to begin giggling again.
Though busy with other customers, who were giving him their tickets for the next ride, Francis never really took his eyes off Faith and Deanna, knowing full well what huge troublemakers they could be if they were up to it. He gave a hearty laugh at their screaming – on silent, almost deserted mornings like that you could hear what people said on the ride, sometimes – and shook his head, thinking about what fun it must’ve been for them to be school-free and without a care in the world. He just hoped they wouldn’t get into trouble... sort of... because if they did, perhaps Faith needed an adjustment, and that wasn’t good... sort of... Francis wouldn’t admit it even to himself, let alone to her, but the thought of putting that girl-child over his knee and ‘correct her’ the old-fashioned way was somehow appealing, and it had always been so.
The roller coaster still travelled along the tracks and the girls still screamed loudly and the not-so-high drop wasn’t even frightening enough to keep Faith sitting down in her seat. She couldn’t help it... when the ride went down, it seemed more daring to stand up and flail her arms around like an idiot. She giggled when she flopped back down on her rear end.
"You’re such a moron," Deanna said, not having the guts herself to stand up during the middle of a drop.
"Duh!" Faith admitted. "Got those pennies?" she asked. Deanna held them up high and gave Faith half of the handful that she had. The girls made sure that no one was looking then started chunking them at the roller coaster operators, getting as close to hitting one of them as they could until finally one penny whacked Francis upside the head and they giggled with delight, although that wasn’t who they were *intending* to hit.
The moment before, he was taking tickets from a lady with a bunch of kids; the moment later, he caught Faith standing and waving right in the middle of the downwards dive, and he shook his head in disbelief, his jaw dropping. "Holy crap..." he murmured, but just a few seconds later, before he could even decide if he was more amused at the kid’s daring attitude or more disappointed in it, he felt something hit him and went like "oww!". He picked it up from the floor, and, guess what, it was a penny. It didn’t exactly hurt, but if thrown from that height, it wasn’t pleasant either. "Faith Annalise McClane!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing he couldn’t reach her, but oh so much wanting to!
Of course, when Francis yelled her name, Faith didn’t hear him cause she was too busy hysterically laughing at her wonderful attempt to hit someone and the fact that it actually worked! That’s why she stopped, because she hit one person, and she decided it’d be too obvious if she started hitting more people, and she didn’t want it to be pinned on her. So she just leaned with the curves of the ride, not standing up because of the G-force weighing her down.
The ride finally pulled into the break part and her hair was all messed up and she and Deanna were still choking on laughter and launching wide grins at the other workers, Craig and Joey. By the time the ride was over, Francis stood from his seat, motioning to a friend to take his place for a moment as he stormed over to where the wagons were about to stop in a few seconds, one hand meaningfully on his hip and the other rubbing the spot on his head where a bump would surely appear soon.
"What was THAT?" he said, or rather barked at Faith and Deanna as the roller coaster came to a halt.
"What was what?" Faith said trying not to giggle or crack up. "I don’t know what you’re talking about..."
"I’m talkin’ ‘bout this!" he said, rather angrily now, showing the penny on the palm of his hand. "I thought you two had quit with such babyish jokes, huh? Turns out I was damn wrong!" he yelled.
Faith snorted but Deanna somehow managed to contain herself. She didn’t think it was really that funny either, and she was terrified seeing Francis this angry! Faith, on the other hand, was amused. "That’s a nice penny," she complimented. "You must be rich."
That further hint of teasing was about to drive Francis mad – he liked that kid, oh he did, and a lot too, but she could get SO stubborn and disrespectful when in play mood that she was hardly bearable. He was about to snap back at her and scold her and promise repercussions if it happened again, when he was called back to his place.
"I’m coming!" he yelled, then turned to the girls again. "Now, scurry off, both of ya... no more rides today. See you on the Net tonight, Faith?" he asked, but it was more like a command.
Faith nodded. "Definitely. I’m always on," she said, not taking the hint that he was really pissed. She figured he’d get over it soon anyway.
The workers sniggered after Francis went back to his place and let the two girls out, Deanna still scared shitless, Faith deciding to go ahead and laugh her ass off. Thus, she began laughing, feeling like the great mischievous bratty 12-year-old that she was, and hopped out of the roller coaster mentally deciding to stay away from Francis for a while, until he could calm down a bit at least. She didn’t need him yelling at her again. As for him, he went back to his seat and soon resumed working and managed to get Faith off his mind for a while.
* * *
That night, as he sat in front of the computer and logged onto Yahoo! IM and he saw her online as always, his bump resumed aching somehow, and he felt upset all over again. He messaged her right away:
MrFrancis16: hey kiddo, how you doin?
HamelzGurl12: i’m okayz how are you?
MrFrancis16: I’d be ok too if it wasnt for my head
HamelzGurl12: lol what happened to your head?
MrFrancis16: as if you didnt know cmon faith how many times have i told you?? :\
HamelzGurl12: told me what?
MrFrancis16: sigh... not to throw pennies from the coaster, cmon you DO know what i’m talking about, quit being such a brat and face it!
HamelzGurl12: lol me? throw pennies? never!
MrFrancis16: i cant believe you still deny it... well, tell you what, you do that again and you’re gonna be in trouble, get me straight lil girl?
HamelzGurl12: blah blah blah... trouble smouble... you wouldn’t do anything but kick me off the coaster again and i’m not scared of that
MrFrancis16: NO my boss will do that, you know i saved your ass today? he wanted to ban you.
HamelzGurl12: ban me? i didn’t do anything
MrFrancis16: and how do you call standing up like that? and throwing pennies?
MrFrancis16: jeez faith i’m sick of this :\\
HamelzGurl12: :(
HamelzGurl12: argh, sorry francis. i was just having fun
MrFrancis16: ah! so now you admit to it!
HamelzGurl12: *hides*
MrFrancis16: *shakes head*
HamelzGurl12: *still hiding*
MrFrancis16: well, remain hidden, i need to log off soon anyway, but mark my words: do that again and you get it, get it?
HamelzGurl12: OoOoOoO i’m sooooo scared you wouldn’t do anything anyway
MrFrancis16: try me
HamelzGurl12: fine i will
MrFrancis16: no crap, kiddo. do that, and I’m gonna spank you
HamelzGurl12: you wouldn’t spank me...
After saying that Faith took a gulp. Would he *really* spank her? She thought about it for a moment then decided that he wouldn’t, and she’d test Francis anyway. The next day at Hamel’s meant war.
The second after logging off, Francis thought it through... what had he said? Had he really been as careless as to let it slip that he wanted to spank her? Well he hadn’t said that... he said that he would if she misbehaved, so it was still kind of proper... and she needed an attitude adjustment anyway. Still, he didn’t sleep quite comfortable with that thought in mind.
The next morning Faith got up bright and early and nearly ran down the street to her best friend’s house. After all, it was a Sunday, and unlike Saturdays when Hamel’s was open for eleven whole hours, it was only open for five on Sundays. So she wanted to get there as quickly as possible, annoy the hell out of everyone and prove to Francis that he was just trying to scare her. NOTHING could scare her. She dressed herself in an adorable pair of khaki shorts and Deanna wore her favorite blue jeans, already starting in on that "hate the world" phase that didn’t usually occur until high school. The girls rode in the back of Deanna’s father’s truck to the amusement park and showed their season passes like they were IDs to get into a bar, then ran inside all the way to the back where the roller coaster sat alone. Faith saw Francis and got all nervous, having second thoughts about her plans for the day already.
Unbeknownst to her, Francis was getting quite nervous as well, but way before she and Deanna showed up. He had actually spent the first hour of his shift thinking about if and when they would show up, if and when she would mess up, if and when she would (deliberately?) do what he had warned her not to do. As they approached to the roller coaster and the cabin, he cleared his throat and licked his lips, then smiled at them nonchalantly as though nothing had happened, putting on a good poker face.
"‘morning girls... how are we doing, huh?" He still looked at Faith in the eye for one second longer than normal.
"We’re doing just fine," Faith said, that hint of brattiness still in her voice. She grinned from ear to ear, heart pounding like crazy inside. Finally she cleared her throat. "Can we get by now?" she asked brattily, if that’s a word, and he shook his head, smiling. Finally, ignoring him, she just kind of shoved him out of the way and sat down in the back seat, Deanna sitting in front. On her way out she took some pennies out of her pocket, grinned widely, and waved them at Francis!
His heart literally sank at her act. Oh my, she’s gonna test me, he thought. He had suspected it seeing that gleam in her eye, then the bratty act, the talk, the way she snickered and giggled... and showing the pennies like that was the ultimate sign that she was going to try it. Shaking his head at her, without smiling this time, and breathing hard, he started the roller coaster like every morning.
Faith took a deep breath in, having second thoughts again. She really didn’t want to be banned from the park... It was the only place that she ever went, the only place where she could forget about all the worries that haunted her at home, like dealing with her new step family. But Francis hadn’t warned her that he’d ban her from the park, he’d warned that he’d spank her... and that was definitely worth the risk. So Faith let her heart pound, and shrugged off Deanna when she asked if everything was okay. She took the final deep breath in, raised her hand high in the air just as the cart descended down the hill, flicked her wrist back and chunked the penny as close to Francis as she could without hitting him... realising after she’d done it that she’d just made a huge mistake.
He had decided to be a coward and not look at her. He didn’t want to see if she was doing it or not, he didn’t want to know if he would have to spank her or not... he’d rather just wait to see if something happened, and when it did, his heartbeat increased and his heavy breathing went up a notch. A lump formed in his throat as a penny landed a few inches from him, not hitting him but falling really, really close. With insecure hand he caught it, and again left his place, to wait for the roller coaster where it would stop, in just a minute from now. He tried to muster his courage and resolution as he did so, but inside, his heart was running.
Faith saw Francis trying to ignore her, saw the penny drop, and saw him pick it up and walk towards the end. She gulped. Her palms began to sweat. She knew that he wouldn’t really do it, so if he mentioned it, she’d just play it off, say "yeah right" or something like that. She hoped, and quite desperately, that he didn’t kick her out of the park... maybe just off of the ride... But her curiosity got the best of her and she found her self counting down the seconds until the ride was over. She wanted to *really* know what was going to happen, and for some odd reason, though she wouldn’t admit it, she was kind of excited.
For Francis, the word ‘excited’ was an understatement: his stomach was tied in a tight knot and his heart just wouldn’t stop pounding. There was no saliva left in his mouth and his lips were totally dry when the ride was finally over and he saw Faith and Deanna. He looked straight in his friend’s eyes, and words weren’t needed, so he just stood there and handed her the penny as she stood.
Faith gulped. "Thanks," she said, shuttering a bit.
"Don’t thank me too soon," he managed to choke out after a moment’s silence. He gently placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder and turned to Deanna, saying: "You can have an extra ride, compliments of Hamel’s... Faith, come with me." The words came out hoarse, but they still did.
Faith’s heart thumped so loudly she assumed that everyone in the park could hear it as she walked with Francis’s hand on her shoulder, feeling weak in the knees. She wondered where he was taking her, if he was going to tell his boss what she did, if she’d have to admit the whole thing in front of his boss and plead for her life and if the boss was a big mean guy with funny glasses who would laugh at her and make her ride the Gravatron 500 times with the same teeny bopper song that she hated and... She was finally brought back to reality when she saw a pole slide right past her head, barely missing by a centimetre. Now she knew how Francis felt with that penny being so close.
During the whole walk to his car, parked in the parking lot just a few yards away from the roller coaster, Francis hadn’t ushered a word, just led the way, his hand always on the petite girl’s shoulder. He sensed her tension and embarrassment, and all he could think of was... what do I do now? Am I really going with this? After several rehearsals of the same questions, he found his resolution to go ahead – she had called his bluff, so to speak, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t back out just now. So, as soon as they reached his SUV, he slid the rear door open and motioned for Faith to climb in the back seat with him.
Faith blinked. "Ummmm," she murmured, not really trusting the idea of going inside some dude’s car, even if it was someone she was close to. Was he *really* going to go through with this? "You know I was j-just kidding," Faith finally spat out. "You don’t have to spank me. I just wanted t-to see what would happen..."
"Well you’re about to find out," he replied after a second spent looking for something cool to say. "I don’t know about the others, Faith, but when I say something, I mean it. Get in the car, or do you want everyone to see?" he added, quirking an eyebrow, and starting to calm down a bit now.
With those words, Faith’s stomach dropped lower than it had ever dropped riding on the roller coaster... you know, cause roller coasters tend to make people’s stomachs go in all different places. Anyway, she definitely didn’t want everyone else to see, and so she hopped into the vehicle, sat down on the seat, took a deep breath in, and tried her hardest to suppress a grin.
Francis rode in the back seat right after her, and closed the door. With the sun beating down the other direction, there was nearly no chance someone would see through the windows even if they peeked, and the lot was deserted anyway. So he turned to Faith, and another big lump formed in his throat as he saw her... cute as always, blushing like mad and worried... but somehow, something was strange, unusual and out-of-the-ordinary, as though she wasn’t behaving the way a kid about to be spanked behaves. Still, he couldn’t quite tell what it was.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" he finally announced.
She blinked. He expected her to say something? She racked her mind for anything intelligent to say... anything at all... and finally, she felt the sweat forming on her brow from the hot July sunlight and wiped it off, then said: "It’s hot in here." She figured that it was sweat from nervousness, and being so excited... but she wasn’t going to tell *him* that
Under any other circumstances, he would have laughed; now he just tried to suppress a small snicker. "Darn right it is," he conceded, but then he put on a firmer face and looked in her eyes. "Faith Annalise McClane, you were throwing pennies off the roller coaster again... what did I tell you would happen if you did that, hmm?" he questioned in a no-nonsense tone.
She looked down at the floor and twiddled her thumbs. He sure had a nice-looking car, for being only sixteen and all. It wasn’t the cleanest of all... you know, fast food bags strolled around a little bit, some wadded up paper... Faith knew her car would be in much worse condition, though, if she had one... she hated keeping stuff clean.
Soon she stopped stalling though and answered his question: "You told me that you’d spank me," she said in a wee voice, feeling as small as her voice sounded each time he used her full name like that.
"That’s right, I did," he repeated, and wouldn’t stop looking at her though she was trying nearly every trick she knew to keep averting his inspecting gaze. At long last he took her chin in his hand and, with a gentle move, turned her cute face towards him. "Do you know what that means? I’m going to take your shorts and panties down and give you a good spanking, you understand?" he explained, speaking softly.
At that point Faith’s heart almost literally stopped. Her emotions went from shock to sadness to fear to anger in a split second and then she just sat there motionless, mouth dropped. "But, Francis..." she whispered, trying to reason, "you can’t pull my shorts and panties down... that’d be... weird," she said, for lack of better words.
Several minutes had passed, but his lips weren’t any wetter now: ‘weird’ was the understatement of the century, but he wasn’t going to give in. "We’re not toddlers, it’s nothing you or I can’t handle, Faith," he said, trying to avoid going into further detail, "and a good spanking is always on the bare bottom, or didn’t you know that? I recall your mother did spank when you were little..."
Faith gulped again. "When I was VERY little, Francis. And I don’t know if she spanked me on the bare or not... but okay... I’ll go for it," she said finally, trying to breathe cause she was so nervous it was getting harder to find air by the second, "but can I just pull my shorts down and you pull down my panties while I’m over your lap?" she asked hopefully. She didn’t mind him seeing her bottom, but there were other things that she’d rather keep to herself.
Francis nodded throughout her little "acceptance speech", and waited and listened to her. She had always been a sweet child, and a fun one too – no wonder he still cared for their friendship even despite the age difference. In her naivety, Faith probably didn’t know that he would see everything that there was to see as soon as the spanking started anyway, but he didn’t press on that point, and rather just nodded.
"That sounds good to me. And please know that I do this because I care for you and don’t want you to do something stupid and dangerous like that again... c’mon, take those shorts off, Faith."
Faith nodded, although she didn’t see how there was any good in spanking, but she didn’t ask for explanations. Instead, she stood on her knees facing him, got a little bit more nervous, took a deep breath in, moved her fingers toward the button, took another deep breath and unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them, tugged them down to her knees, blushed furiously, then quickly lay across his lap.
"Please not too hard," she whispered in a begging voice, though she knew it probably wouldn’t do any good.
Francis had tried, and quite succeeded, to remain calm and controlled and to put on a stony face as she undressed; he realised just how tough this must have been for her, even though he was not missing that certain something in her eyes, like a sparkle of... he didn’t know of what, but there was some participation on her side, this was for sure. But then again, he had to sweep all of the questions away as he saw her plump, small derriere across his knees, clad in light-purple underwear. Taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, he took hold of her panties and slid them down to mid-thigh, baring her lily-white bottom.
"I..." he stuttered, "I won’t do it too hard, since it’s your first in many years."
She nodded, clenching her butt cheeks subconsciously and gripping the seat of the car. She swallowed the big lump in her throat, steadied herself and finally spoke: "I’m ready when you are."
Nodding with her, Francis raised his hand and made his palm rigid and steady, then bought it down to a sharp angle on her exposed backside, smacking across both cheeks with a moderate WHACK, which still cracked like a gunshot in the silent car.
Faith yelped in pain, doing nothing other than reaching back to feel the spot in which Francis had just spanked. "Owwwwww, Francis that hurt!" she groaned, already starting to tear up from being embarrassed and not really knowing if she wanted this or not after all.
"Yes..." he said, and that was all he could say for a while. It had been special, that first smack, and though he was having second thoughts as well – he never would want to see her in pain – the boy steeled himself and said: "Hand away, Faith... don’t reach back again, or I’ll have to restrain it."
Faith took another deep breath in, moved her hand back in front of her and gripped the seat tightly. "Sorry," she murmured, taking breaths and trying to ease the pain in her backside. Finally she braced herself for more...
... and more came, as Francis resumed spanking right away. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He laid salvos of three-four smacks on one cheek, then moved to the other, then back again, all the wile descending from the top of her bottom to her sit-spot. He didn’t spank fast or hard, but still kept a steady pace and his were more than simple love pats.
Faith grunted with each smack on her bottom, holding the seat as tightly as she could because she didn’t want to reach back and get her hand slapped in the process. She buried her face into the cushion and took her punishment as calmly as she could, although she could help but exclaim some loud "OW!" from time to time, especially when he began spanking her sit spots.
Seeing how that was eliciting a reaction, Francis concentrated most of the following spanks on the girl-child’s sit-spots and start of thighs, knowing it is there that the body weight is unloaded to where one sits. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand didn’t miss a beat and he kept the rhythm, though he didn’t plan to make a long spanking out of this.
"Why are you being spanked, Faith Annalise?" he asked as he kept it up. SMACK! SMACK!
As Francis began spanking harder, and in such tender areas, Faith couldn’t help but yelp loudly at a few of them and jump up at times, muttering how much it hurt. "I’m being OW! spanked for throwing OW! pennies OWW!!"
"That’s right... SMACK! SMACK! ... you are... SMACK! SMACK! ... and if you ever do it again... SMACK! SMACK! ... this spanking... SMACK! SMACK! ... will seem as fun as a roller coaster ride... SMACK! SMACK! ... if compared to the one I’ll give you," he added with some more firmness in his voice as he whacked away at her bare backside. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Owwwwwieee, Francissss, it hurrtsssss," Faith whined, beginning to kick a little and biting her lower lip. "Okayyyy okayyyy, I won’t throw anymore pennies," she said, but her heart was still thumping, especially when he said that he’ll do it again, and harder, if she misbehaves again. And guess what thought is on her mind? Doing it again of course! Faith is a troublemaker at heart, even when she’s being spanked for being bratty.
"I sure hope so... SMACK! SMACK! ... I love you Faith... SMACK! SMACK! ... and this attitude is dangerous... SMACK! SMACK! ... and I won’t let it go unchecked... SMACK! SMACK! ... do you understand, young lady?" he asked as he approached the end of her spanking, noticing how pink her bummy was by now. The fact that, deep down, he was cherishing this moment as one of the fondest in his life, didn’t even drift to his conscious mind at the moment.
"Owwwww, yesss, oww, I know it’s dangerous," she whined, wincing in pain. And the words ‘young lady’?? She hadn’t heard those since she was a kid and that made this pit in her stomach and her heart pound more. "I’m sorry," she muttered.
"Very well, because I hope not to have to repeat this," he said, and it was the most blatant lie he had ever told in his life, since every fibre in his body and spirit was just waiting for another opportunity like this. At long last he ended the spanking, administering a dozen firmer whacks on her full cheeks, then withdrawing his hands and letting her catch her breath.
The last few smacks took Faith by surprise and she yelped so loudly and kicked so furiously that the whole SUV was shaking like crazy. "OWWWWWWW!!" she squealed until he finished with the last spank, and then she breathed heavily, moaning and groaning to herself and muttering that it hurt. Finally she was calm enough to ask: "Can I rub now?"
"Yes you can, Faith," he said, in a much softer voice now. He managed to cast aside all of the wild emotions storming inside his head for the moment, and just felt sorry for that girl he loved like a little sister. Her bottom was pretty pink, yes, but he didn’t know how ‘marked’ she was inside and how much – if at all – the spanking had affected her.
Faith reached her right hand back and felt her warm bottom. She lay her head down on the seat and rubbed it for a little while, wincing a bit, and just trying to get it to stop stinging so much. Finally she sighed and looked back at Francis. "Can you pull my panties back up now?" she asked innocently.
He didn’t miss the sweet, childish look on her cute, tear-streaked face, and he wondered if she was exaggerating it just a bit in order to make him feel sorry; it wouldn’t be anything new for her anyway, to play such mind games on him.
"Of course," he said, and pulled the soft cloth back up to cover her reddened cheeks, then went even farther, and helped her up and off his lap. "Are you... like... okay?" he asked.
She smiled a little, wiping some of the tears away. "I’m okay. I’m sorry for letting you down, Francis." She bit her lower lip again thinking how cool it was to have someone care about her. She didn’t know whether to tell him or not... she opened her mouth, almost said it, then closed it, then opened it again. "Thanks," she whispered, "thanks for caring about me."
That had him smile instantly, and out of an instinct he couldn’t repress, he opened his arms and enclosed her in a hug. "I do care about you, and I’m not disappointed, just... just don’t give me a reason to spank you again, alright kiddo?... because I will, if I have to," he added, hoping to make it clear that she would have to straighten her act out a bit if she didn’t want a repeat of this.
Faith nodded. "I can’t help it, Francis. I’m mischievous at heart." She hated admitting it, but she *was* a troublemaker. "But I’ll try to be good from now on... and no more throwing pennies off the roller coaster, honest."
The words ‘I’m mischievous at heart’ had had an effect on him, an effect that he wouldn’t dare talk about, let alone discuss it with Faith; and while he nodded and really hoped she would be good, deep down he hoped she would be not. It was a bittersweet conflict taking place inside of him, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He wondered whether she was feeling anything of the like.
And of course she was, but didn’t know the feelings that she was having, and was afraid to admit them even to herself. So she stuffed them down in her little mind as far as they would possibly go and hugged him tight. She sat there for a moment like that, waiting to see what happened next.
Simply enough, Francis kissed the top of her perfumed hair and then broke the hug, and gave her a smile while his hands worked her khaki shorts back up her thighs, re-dressing her. "Know what? You were right, it’s too hot here. Let’s get us a soda and a free ride... if you can sit on those roller coaster seats, that is," he added with a wink.
Faith smiled and nodded, opening the door and letting the fresh air hit her. She wiped her sweaty face off with her sleeve and turned around, still rubbing her throbbing bottom with one hand. She held the other out to Francis as he hopped out of the SUV and she lead him back towards the roller coaster, smiling the whole way, and tucking an amazing experience inside her heart – hoping it would be the first of many, yet hoping it would be the last.
05 March 2004
03 March 2004
Story: Rated R Movie
Part of the Terrence/Brianna and Ashton/Ana series. The girls want to see a rated R movie even though neither Ana nor Bri are 17. When no one will sell them the tickets, they instead decide to sneak in, only to get caught. And then they try to run away. Terrence is left to pick them both up from the movie theaters. That must've been a hellish ride home.
Rated R Movie
by Breanna Carter
It was a cold January afternoon in Louisiana, one of those rare occasions when one actually wears a jacket because the temperature drops below 40 degrees. Yeah, I know, Louisianaians are PATHETIC! Luckily, my car had a heater, unlike some of my friends, so we opted to use it to take us to the movies. Which wasn’t a bad idea. Anastasia and I could drop the four girls off and let them buy the tickets, and then we could park the car. See, it was Jayna’s 17th birthday and she was DYING to show off her ID because she could actually get into rated R movies. Anastasia and I, on the other hand, weren’t old enough quite yet, and we’d heard that they were pretty strict on IDs. I barely looked 16, much less 17, so I figured that Jayna could buy my ticket, and one of the seniors could buy Ana’s.
So, we headed off to the movie place blaring this band called Mindless Self Indulgence as loud as my CD player would let it go. We sang along to all of the songs and danced happily because it was a spiffy day and nothing could ruin it. It started out spiffy on Friday afternoon when Ana asked if she could spend the weekend with me because Ashton was going out of town and she didn’t want to go with him and he wouldn’t let her stay at the house all weekend by herself. She told me about how once when he had left the house she took his car and went to a party. Apparently, he figured that she’d throw her own party. Of course, I couldn’t really blame him for not trusting her with their huge house all weekend. I mean, come on... she WAS 15 and very popular, if anyone knew she was staying alone for the weekend, they’d be dying to come over. I can’t be talking, though. I wasn’t so popular at my old school and for some reason, I still managed to throw a party when Terrence went out of town and came back home early. Ouch. I’ll never throw a party at my house again. I don’t think I’d ever get the CHANCE to.
“All right, yo,” I said to the four kids that were stuffed in my backseat.
“Why the hell is Anastasia sitting in the front! She’s smaller than all of us!” Jayna complained.
Anastasia stuck her tongue out at them and giggled like a little girl.
“You guys go buy the tickets, and we’ll park the car and come around in a few,” I finished.
“Are you sure they’ll let us buy ‘em?” A senior asked. “'Cause I went the other night with Cameran and I wanted to buy her ticket, but they need two IDs if you’re under 21.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just see if it works. If it doesn’t, find someone over 21.” What a dumb law this was. I sighed when the four got out of the car. I hoped my friends weren’t retarded and knew to say something like we were in a hurry, or they wanted to make sure that we had a seat, or something like that. Or maybe they could just find a cute 21 year old guy to buy our tickets and sit with us. I grinned thinking about that.
Anastasia turned up the music. “What if they don’t let us see it?” she yelled, right after she turned it up.
I take it back, my friends ARE morons. “We’re going to go see it.”
She grinned mischievously.
“I have a way with people,” I yelled. “I’ll look for my ID and maybe she’ll get so impatient that she’ll let us in.” I finally turned the music down, getting hoarse from yelling. “And you can just say you forgot yours. Besides, I’ll make sure we all get in.”
She nodded and I pulled into a parking space that was a little too far away from the theater, but I wasn’t worried about it. Hopefully the girls had convinced the ticket person to let them buy all six tickets, and if not, they were bitching and complaining about how dumb it was not to let them. (This IS a real law in Louisiana!! I’m not making it up.)
We finally made it to the desk where the four of them were standing aside, Jayna and a senior, Patrice, looking pissed as hell.
“They won’t let us buy the fucking tickets,” Patrice scowled. “Like we’re going to buy someone young a ticket or something. I don’t know what the fuck their problem is.”
Jayna gave her valley girl disgusted look. “Yeah, that’s so dumb,” she agreed, obviously not so enthused to show her ID off anymore.
“Well, I’ll just have to go and show them my ID,” I said rather loudly, hoping to catch the lady’s attention. “Okay,” I whispered, getting in a huddle. “Three of us can go get our tickets, and then the other two with one that already has one.”
They nodded, surprised that my mind worked so well. I was proud of myself.
So we began the plan, I dug through my purse trying to “find my ID” when in fact it was right on top. The lady seemed to be getting irritated, but she wouldn’t let up. I cracked a nervous grin and apologized saying that I couldn’t find it. She apologized back and said that she couldn’t sell it to me without my ID. So finally I just got my ID out that said I was a few months short of being 17, and she shook her head and told me that she couldn’t admit me, but there were some good PG-13 movies. I cast a glare at her and moved away from the line, deciding that there had to be another way to do this.
Okay, to cut this a little shorter, we tried EVERYTHING. We tried having three of them buy tickets, then three more, but she recognized the other two girls and wouldn’t let them get anymore, we tried begging and pleading, even tried bribing them. But they were relentless. So it was time for plan B.
“What’s plan B?” Ana murmured, her hopes drained.
I grinned then walked up and requested two tickets for the first non-rated R movie I saw on the screen. The lady gave a false smile and handed me the two tickets in exchange for our money. The six of us walked inside in a group.
“Jesus!” Jayna squealed. “Couldn’t you have just done that to start with and save us the time?”
“Nah, I didn’t want to break any laws without being certain that there was no other way to get in. Besides, we’ll still be in time for the movie. Chill.”
We gave the man all six of our tickets and learned that mine and Ana’s movie was in the complete opposite direction. I smiled, playing it off. “Okay guys! See you after the movie!” I nearly yelled, figuring that I looked ever so suspicious, but I didn’t care. Ana and I got our popcorn and drinks then ambled towards the other side of the theater, grinning at everyone we saw. And of course, when we got there, there was someone standing at the doorway checking IDs.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I hissed.
“Calm down,” Anastasia muttered as we walked past the door to the bathroom.
“This is so ridiculous,” I said.
“We’ll just wait in here 'til the worker guys go. Then we’ll go in there.”
I nodded, splashing some water on my face 'cause I was pretty irritated. Then the two of us slid down and sat near the entrance, stirring up conversations with everyone who came in, asking if their movie was good and all this nonsense. Finally, a lady who was in her mid-20s said that SHE was in the movie that we were going to see. Ana and I smirked at each other then asked if we could escort her back to the room, because, see, we bought tickets, but they were for a movie that we didn’t care to see. She grinned and said that sure she’d let us escort her back, but she really had to pee. We laughed and waited.
So we left the bathroom and walked back to the room with her, the guys were still guarding the door like army men. I shifted uneasily while we waited, looking around a bit, to make sure that the lady wasn’t watching us. We were finally admitted in and I dropped down next to Jayna.
“Geeze, took you long enough,” Jayna said.
“Shut up. At least we’re here.” I settled down in my seat, realizing that I’d missed the first half and had no clue what the hell was going on. This had turned into a horrible evening. Things couldn’t get much worse... or COULD they???
So we were just sitting there, minding our own business, probably for about five minutes or so, when this gentleman came in and asked to see mine and Anastasia’s ticket stub. What luck, huh? Well, they asked for all six of our ticket stubs, and the four of them just happened to have theirs handy, and hated being interrupted in their movie. The two of us, however, fumbled through our pockets and came up with nothing, then they asked us to come with them.
I grumbled and waved goodbye to the girls, following the man. When we got outside of the theater doors, we saw the lady that we bought the tickets from. I glared at her. “Fuck you!” I muttered.
“Are these the girls?” the man said in an official tone.
“Yes, they are.”
He grabbed my upper arm as well as Anastasia’s. “Hey!” she yelled. “Let me the fuck go! You can’t touch me, I’ll sue you!”
I gave Ana a look to make her shut up. She fought with the man and finally bit his arm, hard.
“YEOWW!!!!” he hollered, letting us both go to hold his arm. I couldn’t even suppress my giggles.
“Asshole!” she yelled and we ran away as fast as our little legs would carry us, like the time we were running after we pulled the fire alarm. By this time, I was laughing so hard and running so quickly that I couldn’t breathe and I finally had to collapse in the middle of the parking lot, only to find out that a man in a police uniform was following. You’d think that since Ana and I were soccer players, we wouldn’t tire out so easily... maybe it was from all the laughing. The cop was a fat guy, and wasn’t running too quickly, so we tried to stop laughing before we ran again, but by the time we got up and started running, there was another cop who stopped us and put handcuffs on us.
This shut Anastasia up, but I just struggled to get free. “Let me go,” I spat.
“No, we’re not letting you go,” he answered.
I glared at him.
“Give me that look all you want, I don’t care. You’re not going until I find out what happened.”
I huffed in anger but that only lasted a minute 'cause the fat cop came hobbling towards us and I burst out laughing again. But I think the cuffs had scared Ana shitless cause she had lost her color and was on the verge of tears. Seeing that no one else thought this was amusing I finally shut up. I looked around. The sky was overcast and I was shivering and Ana’s eyes were watery and the fat man was breathing heavily and clutching his side and the other officer was waiting. I took a deep breath.
“Okay, so, we wanted to go see this movie, but they wouldn’t let my friends buy our tickets so we bought tickets to another movie and went to that movie instead.” I wondered if what I said had made sense. The officer nodded.
“Well, you realize that you could get in big trouble for resisting an officer?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, you were resisting an officer, by running away.”
“But, we weren’t running away from the officer, we were running away from the movie people.”
“Either way, I know you saw Officer Watts following you. Also, you were resisting arrest when you were struggling with your cuffs.”
I nodded.
“I’m going to let you two off easy this time and release you into the care of your parents.”
“My parents are dead,” I muttered.
“Well then, your guardian.”
Ana raised her head, gaining some color back. “My family’s out of town and I’m staying with Bri this weekend.”
He nodded. “I can release you into their care after I make a phone call to your house to make sure that nobody’s home. I’m going to need your names, addresses and phone numbers.”
We each recited our info then sat down on the curb with the fat officer while the other guy went to make these phone calls. “Psst, Ana? You okay?” I whispered.
She nodded. “Just a little scared, that’s all. I didn’t know they’d send the cops out on us. If I would’ve, I wouldn’t have bitten that man.”
“Don’t worry about it, Ana. It’ll be okay.” I wasn’t very convincing though, because I myself wasn’t convinced that it would be okay. I knew that Terrence didn’t have any problem spanking a friend of mine, since he’d done it before. Come to think of it, last time he spanked me with a friend it was from skipping school to go to a movie. Odd.
The officer came back out shortly and stood with us on the curb while Ana rested her head on my shoulder and I tried to think of ways to convince Terrence not to spank us. And I was also worried about my car. I knew that once Terrence came and picked us up, he wouldn’t let me drive my car and he’d probably even ground me from driving for a while. I was so pissed at myself for ever “resisting” anyone.
I heard Terrence’s beat up blue car before I saw it and gulped. He parked nearby then walked towards us. We were just sitting there in those handcuffs, looking away and feeling so embarrassed. He introduced himself to the officer, like he had the last time I had gotten in trouble with the police. The officer explained the situation to Terrence and he just nodded, casting glances at us every so often. Terrence agreed to take Anastasia, since she was his responsibility for the weekend, and assured the man that none of this would ever happen again.
We were finally uncuffed and both of us stood, stretching out our arms. Terrence pointed to the car and each of us began walking uncomfortably, completely dreading what was going to happen next. And what happened, took us totally by surprise. Terrence was behind us and gave us both a sharp smack on the rear, causing me to yelp and blush with embarrassment, while Ana just blushed like crazy and kept walking to the car.
“I’ve already talked to Ashton,” Terrence said when we approached the car. “And he suggested that I spank you like I’m going to spank Brianna, and that whatever I find appropriate will fit.”
Anastasia gulped. So it looked like we weren’t getting out of this.
The two of us plopped down in the back seat and Terrence drove off angrily. “What in the hell are you two girls thinking? Sneaking into a movie after you had been repetitively told that you couldn’t see it? Being a smartass to the manager of the movie theater and trying to get away...” He paused while he turned. “And what’s the deal, Anastasia? You’re going to bite the man? Do you want to get sued!?” I looked at Ana’s face that dropped. “And Brianna Nicole, what are you doing trying to fight the Goddamn police officer? Do the two of you honestly realize what kind of trouble you’ve caused this afternoon?”
I was glad that he decided to breathe instead of yell at us. I didn’t want him yelling at Anastasia, but I wasn’t about to argue with him about it. It’d be my luck that it’d be the time he decided to slap me across the face. I didn’t want that to happen.
Terrence fussed at us the entire way to our house, talking about how we need to learn responsibility, and when someone says no they mean no, and we are always to respect people of authority. I was half listening, and I don’t know about Anastasia, but she was on the verge of tears again. I guess she knew that she was going to hear it again from Ashton. I didn’t think that was quite fair, that Ana was getting punished more than me. But maybe Terrence would convince Ashton that she didn’t need anymore. I would wait until after he was calm before I asked him though.
When we got to the house, Anastasia and I walked on inside. “I want both of you to stand by the couch,” Terrence said, dropping his keys and walking towards his room. I was afraid of why exactly he was walking to his room, but I honestly didn’t want to know.
Ana gave me a puppy face. “I don’t wanna be spanked,” she squealed, letting one tear slip down her cheek. She hurriedly wiped it away.
I gave her an uneasy smile. “Me either.”
She gulped and I noticed that Terrence had walked back into the room carrying his large wooden paddle. I made a small noise.
“I want both of you to turn around and drop your pants and panties, then put your palms flat on the couch.”
I gulped this time, my heart racing inside me. Neither of us moved for a minute, which caused Terrence to give us that look, so I finally unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, slipped them down to the floor, not watching Anastasia who did the same, then I pulled my panties down and took a deep breath in and placed my hands on the couch, steadying myself. Minutes later, Anastasia’s hands were right next to mine. I looked at her and smiled nervously. At least we were in this together!
“I’m going to give each of you 17 smacks to remind you of how old you have to be to see a rated R movie. Then I’m going to give each of you 13 more for disrespecting authority. That equals 30 smacks each. Any questions?”
“No, sir,” Anastasia muttered, and I guess that meant that I had to say the same, so I did.
“Good,” Terrence answered.
I braced myself. I knew that I’d be first, just because I was his little sister and he’d probably go harder on me than Anastasia anyway.
And I WAS first. I’m so good at predicting these things, aren’t I? He landed the paddle down on my upturned bottom and I let out a yelp so loud because the sting was so horrible and I hated being spanked with a paddle and oh man, it hurt so much. I dug my fingernails into the couch cushion as I heard Terrence deliver the next smack to Anastasia and she yelped too and I could see her digging her nails into the couch. I took a deep breath in just in time for the next smack and I yelped even louder, and barely had time to regain myself when he smacked Anastasia, then me again, and then her. Every time he whapped me with that paddle, my yelps got louder and louder, until tears were streaming down my face and I had forgotten that Ana was even there next to me because I was in so much pain. Don’t worry, he did lecture us while he spanked.
“Don’t you ever… SMACK!!! a yelp from Ana ever sneak into a movie again... SMACK!!!! yelp from me and you will not... SMACK!!!! Disrespect authority.” SMACK!!!! “Do not bite people... SMACK!!!!! and do not fight with police officers.” WHACK!!!! “Do you two understand me?” WHACK!!!!
“Yes, sir!” we chanted together.
“Good.” SMACK SMACK!!!! “Two more for each of you.”
I would have heaved a sigh of relief, but my bottom was throbbing and I was crying so loudly that I didn’t even think about sighing in relief.
He landed the last two on my bottom as hard as he could paddle, I’m sure and I felt like someone had placed a hot iron on my bottom and I yelled and screamed and cried and was so glad that it was over. Then I heard him land the last two smacks on Anastasia and she was crying and screaming and probably also glad that it was over.
My arms and legs were shaking so badly 'cause it hurt so badly and I wanted to just lie down on my stomach and bury my head into a pillow. But there was no such luck. Instead, Terrence stood us both up and hugged us tightly, and I cried into his shirt, muttering to him that I was sorry and I’d never do it again. I guess Anastasia was muttering the same thing as me, 'cause he just rubbed our backs and told us it was okay, we were forgiven and he loved us both and he knew we’d never do it again.
After minutes of standing like that, I finally pulled away and wiped the tears out of my eyes, seeing that I finally stopped crying. I rubbed my warm bottom with my hands, though I can’t say that it really helped much. I watched Terrence hug the crying Anastasia and she gripped onto him tightly and kept muttering that she loved him and she was sorry, and he kept rubbing her back and stroking her hair and whispering that it was okay now. Her bottom was dark, dark red, bruising a little, and looked like it was throbbing like hell. Of course, then I realized that my bottom looked identical and it was DEFINITELY throbbing like hell. She finally pulled away, too, wiping her eyes, but still crying.
Terrence was about to speak, but I decided to interrupt him before he said anything.
“I think we’ll call the movie place and apologize for our behavior.”
He smiled. “That sounds like a good idea,” he answered. “You can go get cleaned up first, though.”
We both jumped on that idea. Not literally. I grabbed my jeans and panties, wincing as I bent down, then grabbed Ana’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom with me. She was still crying like crazy. “It’s okay, Ana, it’s all over now,” I whispered after I shut the door behind us.
“I know,” she mumbled, “but I just feel so horrible for being so mean to that guy and getting us in so much trouble and we were so insistent on getting in the movie... is that a word?”
I cracked a grin. “I dunno. But don’t worry about it. It was as much my fault as it was yours.” I hugged her tightly.
“It’s so weird, being here with you and Terrence. You guys really love each other and stuff and it’s like a real family.”
“But you have a family, too. You have Ashton and he loves you tons.”
“I know. It’s just different I guess.”
I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. Sometimes I felt that way about her and Ashton. I finally got a washcloth out of the drawer and wetted it with cold water and gave it to Anastasia, then got my own and put it on my bottom, allowing it to cool my throbbing bottom a little. Finally, we realized how ridiculous we looked and started laughing so hard that I ran into the sink and we finally put them in the laundry basket and washed our faces, then put some panties on, and then hugged each other one final time, realizing that our experience had made us that much closer, and we’d always be like sisters.
We finally got outside of the bathroom and Terrence was watching TV. “Geeze, took ya long enough,” he said.
I laughed, remembering that I had just heard that word not too long ago. I decided that I’d be the one to apologize, but Ana refused, said that she was the one who bit the guy, and she’d apologize to him. So she dialed the number, asked to speak to the manager, and finally murmured that she was terribly sorry for what she had done, and so was her friend, and that we’d never do anything like that again, and that we were TRULY sorry, it wasn’t just a set up. I guess the guy was pleased enough 'cause she grinned a bit, and made a little small talk, then hung up the phone.
That night, we popped popcorn and watched movies in my room, and I just imagined that someday, maybe in twenty years or something, we’d be sitting around the table and this day would be so fresh in our minds, and we’d actually laugh about it. Of course, I wasn’t laughing about it while I lay on my stomach watching the movie. But one day, we would.
Rated R Movie
by Breanna Carter
It was a cold January afternoon in Louisiana, one of those rare occasions when one actually wears a jacket because the temperature drops below 40 degrees. Yeah, I know, Louisianaians are PATHETIC! Luckily, my car had a heater, unlike some of my friends, so we opted to use it to take us to the movies. Which wasn’t a bad idea. Anastasia and I could drop the four girls off and let them buy the tickets, and then we could park the car. See, it was Jayna’s 17th birthday and she was DYING to show off her ID because she could actually get into rated R movies. Anastasia and I, on the other hand, weren’t old enough quite yet, and we’d heard that they were pretty strict on IDs. I barely looked 16, much less 17, so I figured that Jayna could buy my ticket, and one of the seniors could buy Ana’s.
So, we headed off to the movie place blaring this band called Mindless Self Indulgence as loud as my CD player would let it go. We sang along to all of the songs and danced happily because it was a spiffy day and nothing could ruin it. It started out spiffy on Friday afternoon when Ana asked if she could spend the weekend with me because Ashton was going out of town and she didn’t want to go with him and he wouldn’t let her stay at the house all weekend by herself. She told me about how once when he had left the house she took his car and went to a party. Apparently, he figured that she’d throw her own party. Of course, I couldn’t really blame him for not trusting her with their huge house all weekend. I mean, come on... she WAS 15 and very popular, if anyone knew she was staying alone for the weekend, they’d be dying to come over. I can’t be talking, though. I wasn’t so popular at my old school and for some reason, I still managed to throw a party when Terrence went out of town and came back home early. Ouch. I’ll never throw a party at my house again. I don’t think I’d ever get the CHANCE to.
“All right, yo,” I said to the four kids that were stuffed in my backseat.
“Why the hell is Anastasia sitting in the front! She’s smaller than all of us!” Jayna complained.
Anastasia stuck her tongue out at them and giggled like a little girl.
“You guys go buy the tickets, and we’ll park the car and come around in a few,” I finished.
“Are you sure they’ll let us buy ‘em?” A senior asked. “'Cause I went the other night with Cameran and I wanted to buy her ticket, but they need two IDs if you’re under 21.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just see if it works. If it doesn’t, find someone over 21.” What a dumb law this was. I sighed when the four got out of the car. I hoped my friends weren’t retarded and knew to say something like we were in a hurry, or they wanted to make sure that we had a seat, or something like that. Or maybe they could just find a cute 21 year old guy to buy our tickets and sit with us. I grinned thinking about that.
Anastasia turned up the music. “What if they don’t let us see it?” she yelled, right after she turned it up.
I take it back, my friends ARE morons. “We’re going to go see it.”
She grinned mischievously.
“I have a way with people,” I yelled. “I’ll look for my ID and maybe she’ll get so impatient that she’ll let us in.” I finally turned the music down, getting hoarse from yelling. “And you can just say you forgot yours. Besides, I’ll make sure we all get in.”
She nodded and I pulled into a parking space that was a little too far away from the theater, but I wasn’t worried about it. Hopefully the girls had convinced the ticket person to let them buy all six tickets, and if not, they were bitching and complaining about how dumb it was not to let them. (This IS a real law in Louisiana!! I’m not making it up.)
We finally made it to the desk where the four of them were standing aside, Jayna and a senior, Patrice, looking pissed as hell.
“They won’t let us buy the fucking tickets,” Patrice scowled. “Like we’re going to buy someone young a ticket or something. I don’t know what the fuck their problem is.”
Jayna gave her valley girl disgusted look. “Yeah, that’s so dumb,” she agreed, obviously not so enthused to show her ID off anymore.
“Well, I’ll just have to go and show them my ID,” I said rather loudly, hoping to catch the lady’s attention. “Okay,” I whispered, getting in a huddle. “Three of us can go get our tickets, and then the other two with one that already has one.”
They nodded, surprised that my mind worked so well. I was proud of myself.
So we began the plan, I dug through my purse trying to “find my ID” when in fact it was right on top. The lady seemed to be getting irritated, but she wouldn’t let up. I cracked a nervous grin and apologized saying that I couldn’t find it. She apologized back and said that she couldn’t sell it to me without my ID. So finally I just got my ID out that said I was a few months short of being 17, and she shook her head and told me that she couldn’t admit me, but there were some good PG-13 movies. I cast a glare at her and moved away from the line, deciding that there had to be another way to do this.
Okay, to cut this a little shorter, we tried EVERYTHING. We tried having three of them buy tickets, then three more, but she recognized the other two girls and wouldn’t let them get anymore, we tried begging and pleading, even tried bribing them. But they were relentless. So it was time for plan B.
“What’s plan B?” Ana murmured, her hopes drained.
I grinned then walked up and requested two tickets for the first non-rated R movie I saw on the screen. The lady gave a false smile and handed me the two tickets in exchange for our money. The six of us walked inside in a group.
“Jesus!” Jayna squealed. “Couldn’t you have just done that to start with and save us the time?”
“Nah, I didn’t want to break any laws without being certain that there was no other way to get in. Besides, we’ll still be in time for the movie. Chill.”
We gave the man all six of our tickets and learned that mine and Ana’s movie was in the complete opposite direction. I smiled, playing it off. “Okay guys! See you after the movie!” I nearly yelled, figuring that I looked ever so suspicious, but I didn’t care. Ana and I got our popcorn and drinks then ambled towards the other side of the theater, grinning at everyone we saw. And of course, when we got there, there was someone standing at the doorway checking IDs.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I hissed.
“Calm down,” Anastasia muttered as we walked past the door to the bathroom.
“This is so ridiculous,” I said.
“We’ll just wait in here 'til the worker guys go. Then we’ll go in there.”
I nodded, splashing some water on my face 'cause I was pretty irritated. Then the two of us slid down and sat near the entrance, stirring up conversations with everyone who came in, asking if their movie was good and all this nonsense. Finally, a lady who was in her mid-20s said that SHE was in the movie that we were going to see. Ana and I smirked at each other then asked if we could escort her back to the room, because, see, we bought tickets, but they were for a movie that we didn’t care to see. She grinned and said that sure she’d let us escort her back, but she really had to pee. We laughed and waited.
So we left the bathroom and walked back to the room with her, the guys were still guarding the door like army men. I shifted uneasily while we waited, looking around a bit, to make sure that the lady wasn’t watching us. We were finally admitted in and I dropped down next to Jayna.
“Geeze, took you long enough,” Jayna said.
“Shut up. At least we’re here.” I settled down in my seat, realizing that I’d missed the first half and had no clue what the hell was going on. This had turned into a horrible evening. Things couldn’t get much worse... or COULD they???
So we were just sitting there, minding our own business, probably for about five minutes or so, when this gentleman came in and asked to see mine and Anastasia’s ticket stub. What luck, huh? Well, they asked for all six of our ticket stubs, and the four of them just happened to have theirs handy, and hated being interrupted in their movie. The two of us, however, fumbled through our pockets and came up with nothing, then they asked us to come with them.
I grumbled and waved goodbye to the girls, following the man. When we got outside of the theater doors, we saw the lady that we bought the tickets from. I glared at her. “Fuck you!” I muttered.
“Are these the girls?” the man said in an official tone.
“Yes, they are.”
He grabbed my upper arm as well as Anastasia’s. “Hey!” she yelled. “Let me the fuck go! You can’t touch me, I’ll sue you!”
I gave Ana a look to make her shut up. She fought with the man and finally bit his arm, hard.
“YEOWW!!!!” he hollered, letting us both go to hold his arm. I couldn’t even suppress my giggles.
“Asshole!” she yelled and we ran away as fast as our little legs would carry us, like the time we were running after we pulled the fire alarm. By this time, I was laughing so hard and running so quickly that I couldn’t breathe and I finally had to collapse in the middle of the parking lot, only to find out that a man in a police uniform was following. You’d think that since Ana and I were soccer players, we wouldn’t tire out so easily... maybe it was from all the laughing. The cop was a fat guy, and wasn’t running too quickly, so we tried to stop laughing before we ran again, but by the time we got up and started running, there was another cop who stopped us and put handcuffs on us.
This shut Anastasia up, but I just struggled to get free. “Let me go,” I spat.
“No, we’re not letting you go,” he answered.
I glared at him.
“Give me that look all you want, I don’t care. You’re not going until I find out what happened.”
I huffed in anger but that only lasted a minute 'cause the fat cop came hobbling towards us and I burst out laughing again. But I think the cuffs had scared Ana shitless cause she had lost her color and was on the verge of tears. Seeing that no one else thought this was amusing I finally shut up. I looked around. The sky was overcast and I was shivering and Ana’s eyes were watery and the fat man was breathing heavily and clutching his side and the other officer was waiting. I took a deep breath.
“Okay, so, we wanted to go see this movie, but they wouldn’t let my friends buy our tickets so we bought tickets to another movie and went to that movie instead.” I wondered if what I said had made sense. The officer nodded.
“Well, you realize that you could get in big trouble for resisting an officer?”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, you were resisting an officer, by running away.”
“But, we weren’t running away from the officer, we were running away from the movie people.”
“Either way, I know you saw Officer Watts following you. Also, you were resisting arrest when you were struggling with your cuffs.”
I nodded.
“I’m going to let you two off easy this time and release you into the care of your parents.”
“My parents are dead,” I muttered.
“Well then, your guardian.”
Ana raised her head, gaining some color back. “My family’s out of town and I’m staying with Bri this weekend.”
He nodded. “I can release you into their care after I make a phone call to your house to make sure that nobody’s home. I’m going to need your names, addresses and phone numbers.”
We each recited our info then sat down on the curb with the fat officer while the other guy went to make these phone calls. “Psst, Ana? You okay?” I whispered.
She nodded. “Just a little scared, that’s all. I didn’t know they’d send the cops out on us. If I would’ve, I wouldn’t have bitten that man.”
“Don’t worry about it, Ana. It’ll be okay.” I wasn’t very convincing though, because I myself wasn’t convinced that it would be okay. I knew that Terrence didn’t have any problem spanking a friend of mine, since he’d done it before. Come to think of it, last time he spanked me with a friend it was from skipping school to go to a movie. Odd.
The officer came back out shortly and stood with us on the curb while Ana rested her head on my shoulder and I tried to think of ways to convince Terrence not to spank us. And I was also worried about my car. I knew that once Terrence came and picked us up, he wouldn’t let me drive my car and he’d probably even ground me from driving for a while. I was so pissed at myself for ever “resisting” anyone.
I heard Terrence’s beat up blue car before I saw it and gulped. He parked nearby then walked towards us. We were just sitting there in those handcuffs, looking away and feeling so embarrassed. He introduced himself to the officer, like he had the last time I had gotten in trouble with the police. The officer explained the situation to Terrence and he just nodded, casting glances at us every so often. Terrence agreed to take Anastasia, since she was his responsibility for the weekend, and assured the man that none of this would ever happen again.
We were finally uncuffed and both of us stood, stretching out our arms. Terrence pointed to the car and each of us began walking uncomfortably, completely dreading what was going to happen next. And what happened, took us totally by surprise. Terrence was behind us and gave us both a sharp smack on the rear, causing me to yelp and blush with embarrassment, while Ana just blushed like crazy and kept walking to the car.
“I’ve already talked to Ashton,” Terrence said when we approached the car. “And he suggested that I spank you like I’m going to spank Brianna, and that whatever I find appropriate will fit.”
Anastasia gulped. So it looked like we weren’t getting out of this.
The two of us plopped down in the back seat and Terrence drove off angrily. “What in the hell are you two girls thinking? Sneaking into a movie after you had been repetitively told that you couldn’t see it? Being a smartass to the manager of the movie theater and trying to get away...” He paused while he turned. “And what’s the deal, Anastasia? You’re going to bite the man? Do you want to get sued!?” I looked at Ana’s face that dropped. “And Brianna Nicole, what are you doing trying to fight the Goddamn police officer? Do the two of you honestly realize what kind of trouble you’ve caused this afternoon?”
I was glad that he decided to breathe instead of yell at us. I didn’t want him yelling at Anastasia, but I wasn’t about to argue with him about it. It’d be my luck that it’d be the time he decided to slap me across the face. I didn’t want that to happen.
Terrence fussed at us the entire way to our house, talking about how we need to learn responsibility, and when someone says no they mean no, and we are always to respect people of authority. I was half listening, and I don’t know about Anastasia, but she was on the verge of tears again. I guess she knew that she was going to hear it again from Ashton. I didn’t think that was quite fair, that Ana was getting punished more than me. But maybe Terrence would convince Ashton that she didn’t need anymore. I would wait until after he was calm before I asked him though.
When we got to the house, Anastasia and I walked on inside. “I want both of you to stand by the couch,” Terrence said, dropping his keys and walking towards his room. I was afraid of why exactly he was walking to his room, but I honestly didn’t want to know.
Ana gave me a puppy face. “I don’t wanna be spanked,” she squealed, letting one tear slip down her cheek. She hurriedly wiped it away.
I gave her an uneasy smile. “Me either.”
She gulped and I noticed that Terrence had walked back into the room carrying his large wooden paddle. I made a small noise.
“I want both of you to turn around and drop your pants and panties, then put your palms flat on the couch.”
I gulped this time, my heart racing inside me. Neither of us moved for a minute, which caused Terrence to give us that look, so I finally unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, slipped them down to the floor, not watching Anastasia who did the same, then I pulled my panties down and took a deep breath in and placed my hands on the couch, steadying myself. Minutes later, Anastasia’s hands were right next to mine. I looked at her and smiled nervously. At least we were in this together!
“I’m going to give each of you 17 smacks to remind you of how old you have to be to see a rated R movie. Then I’m going to give each of you 13 more for disrespecting authority. That equals 30 smacks each. Any questions?”
“No, sir,” Anastasia muttered, and I guess that meant that I had to say the same, so I did.
“Good,” Terrence answered.
I braced myself. I knew that I’d be first, just because I was his little sister and he’d probably go harder on me than Anastasia anyway.
And I WAS first. I’m so good at predicting these things, aren’t I? He landed the paddle down on my upturned bottom and I let out a yelp so loud because the sting was so horrible and I hated being spanked with a paddle and oh man, it hurt so much. I dug my fingernails into the couch cushion as I heard Terrence deliver the next smack to Anastasia and she yelped too and I could see her digging her nails into the couch. I took a deep breath in just in time for the next smack and I yelped even louder, and barely had time to regain myself when he smacked Anastasia, then me again, and then her. Every time he whapped me with that paddle, my yelps got louder and louder, until tears were streaming down my face and I had forgotten that Ana was even there next to me because I was in so much pain. Don’t worry, he did lecture us while he spanked.
“Don’t you ever… SMACK!!! a yelp from Ana ever sneak into a movie again... SMACK!!!! yelp from me and you will not... SMACK!!!! Disrespect authority.” SMACK!!!! “Do not bite people... SMACK!!!!! and do not fight with police officers.” WHACK!!!! “Do you two understand me?” WHACK!!!!
“Yes, sir!” we chanted together.
“Good.” SMACK SMACK!!!! “Two more for each of you.”
I would have heaved a sigh of relief, but my bottom was throbbing and I was crying so loudly that I didn’t even think about sighing in relief.
He landed the last two on my bottom as hard as he could paddle, I’m sure and I felt like someone had placed a hot iron on my bottom and I yelled and screamed and cried and was so glad that it was over. Then I heard him land the last two smacks on Anastasia and she was crying and screaming and probably also glad that it was over.
My arms and legs were shaking so badly 'cause it hurt so badly and I wanted to just lie down on my stomach and bury my head into a pillow. But there was no such luck. Instead, Terrence stood us both up and hugged us tightly, and I cried into his shirt, muttering to him that I was sorry and I’d never do it again. I guess Anastasia was muttering the same thing as me, 'cause he just rubbed our backs and told us it was okay, we were forgiven and he loved us both and he knew we’d never do it again.
After minutes of standing like that, I finally pulled away and wiped the tears out of my eyes, seeing that I finally stopped crying. I rubbed my warm bottom with my hands, though I can’t say that it really helped much. I watched Terrence hug the crying Anastasia and she gripped onto him tightly and kept muttering that she loved him and she was sorry, and he kept rubbing her back and stroking her hair and whispering that it was okay now. Her bottom was dark, dark red, bruising a little, and looked like it was throbbing like hell. Of course, then I realized that my bottom looked identical and it was DEFINITELY throbbing like hell. She finally pulled away, too, wiping her eyes, but still crying.
Terrence was about to speak, but I decided to interrupt him before he said anything.
“I think we’ll call the movie place and apologize for our behavior.”
He smiled. “That sounds like a good idea,” he answered. “You can go get cleaned up first, though.”
We both jumped on that idea. Not literally. I grabbed my jeans and panties, wincing as I bent down, then grabbed Ana’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom with me. She was still crying like crazy. “It’s okay, Ana, it’s all over now,” I whispered after I shut the door behind us.
“I know,” she mumbled, “but I just feel so horrible for being so mean to that guy and getting us in so much trouble and we were so insistent on getting in the movie... is that a word?”
I cracked a grin. “I dunno. But don’t worry about it. It was as much my fault as it was yours.” I hugged her tightly.
“It’s so weird, being here with you and Terrence. You guys really love each other and stuff and it’s like a real family.”
“But you have a family, too. You have Ashton and he loves you tons.”
“I know. It’s just different I guess.”
I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. Sometimes I felt that way about her and Ashton. I finally got a washcloth out of the drawer and wetted it with cold water and gave it to Anastasia, then got my own and put it on my bottom, allowing it to cool my throbbing bottom a little. Finally, we realized how ridiculous we looked and started laughing so hard that I ran into the sink and we finally put them in the laundry basket and washed our faces, then put some panties on, and then hugged each other one final time, realizing that our experience had made us that much closer, and we’d always be like sisters.
We finally got outside of the bathroom and Terrence was watching TV. “Geeze, took ya long enough,” he said.
I laughed, remembering that I had just heard that word not too long ago. I decided that I’d be the one to apologize, but Ana refused, said that she was the one who bit the guy, and she’d apologize to him. So she dialed the number, asked to speak to the manager, and finally murmured that she was terribly sorry for what she had done, and so was her friend, and that we’d never do anything like that again, and that we were TRULY sorry, it wasn’t just a set up. I guess the guy was pleased enough 'cause she grinned a bit, and made a little small talk, then hung up the phone.
That night, we popped popcorn and watched movies in my room, and I just imagined that someday, maybe in twenty years or something, we’d be sitting around the table and this day would be so fresh in our minds, and we’d actually laugh about it. Of course, I wasn’t laughing about it while I lay on my stomach watching the movie. But one day, we would.
26 February 2004
Story: Ditching School
Part of the Ashton/Ana series. As the title suggests, Ana skips school. As you probably figured out, due to the nature of my stories, she gets caught and spanked.
Ditching School
by Breanna Carter
I sat apprehensively at lunch. All of my friends were surrounding me, talking and giggling about something. The thing is, I had just made plans minutes before to ditch class with them and go somewhere. Normally, I wouldn’t have been apprehensive about it, but Brianna wasn’t going to go. Said something about being caught skipping too many times already, and she didn’t want it to happen again. I had already agreed, though, and if I backed out, well, I just couldn’t back out now. Thus, I sat feeling very apprehensive.
Patrice was talking about how she had a slip from the last time she checked out and she could just change the date on it and make it look like they had a slip from the office. She also said that she could put our names on the slip. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, though. I was just about to count myself out when the bell rang to end lunch. Brianna smiled and threw her plate away in the trashcan. “See ya guys later!” she said, skipping off to class.
I figured I wouldn’t look too suspicious since I was the only sophomore going. Of course, Patrice, Jayna, and Emily probably wouldn’t look too suspicious either, since two were seniors, and the other was a junior. I really didn’t want to look suspicious, though, because if we got caught, I knew that Ashton would roast my bottom like it’d never been roasted before. He had something strong against skipping. I’m sure he actually did it once or twice, and I was pissed to think that he’d be so mad at me when he’d done it, too. But I couldn’t guarantee that he had actually done it.
Anyway, so we were walking unsuspiciously and went out to Patrice’s car, all got inside, and drove off. It was as easy as that. We turned the music up loud and gave each other a high five, while Patrice filled the yellow slip in to make it look like today’s date, December 9th, and like all of our names were on there. After she did that, we set off. She backed out of the parking lot and made her way to the exit, only to find that there was this huge gate there so nobody could skip. Lucky us.
“Relax!” she muttered to me, seeing that I was very uneasy in the back corner of her car. “We have a pass, remember? The security guard will see it, assume that she missed a call, and let us off.”
I nodded, still not relaxing.
We made a loop around the parking lot and came back around to where the school was, passing by the office and the security guard who flagged us down. “Hello, Ms. Russell,” Patrice said, putting on her best smile.
“Hello, ladies. Where are you going?”
“To eat lunch. We have a pass.” She gave the yellow slip to the security guard and gave her enough time to glance at it before saying, “How are you today?”
“I’m doing just fine,” she said, not looking up from the slip. “But, it seems that this slip is an older one, especially since this secretary doesn’t work here anymore. Maybe it’s from February ninth?” She looked up at us. My heart stopped.
“No, ma’am. It’s from today. We just went in there.” I bit my lower lip.
“Well, maybe you girls should park your car and come inside with me, and once we get this cleared up, you can go have your lunch.”
“But Ms. Russell, see, the thing is, we’re meeting my older brother there, and I don’t want to be late in meeting him.”
“Well, I assure you that it’s better for us to clear this up than for you to leave and be written up for skipping. Don’t you think?”
I looked at Jayna who sat next to me, her eyebrows raised, a look of worry on her face.
Patrice looked back. “I guess we’ll just have to be late,” she said. “I’m sure that he won’t mind.”
Ms. Russell smiled. “I’m sure he won’t. Go ahead and park your car, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”
Patrice rolled her window and sighed heavily. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered, turning her car around and going back to the parking place. “This is so messed up. I can’t believe that this pass is no good.”
“When IS the pass from, Patrice?” I asked.
“It’s from February.”
“Good job.”
“Hey, shut the fuck up, okay? It always worked the other times.”
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. This was not good.
The four of us got out of the car after Patrice parked back in her spot. I was glad that Bri hadn’t come because she’d probably get spanked super badly by her older brother, Terrence, especially since she had been caught skipping before. Since I hadn’t, maybe Ashton would go easy on me. Maybe he wouldn’t spank me. Too bad Dad wasn’t in town. He wouldn’t do anything, just fuss at me for a bit and tell me to go to my room. I liked his punishments much better than Ashton’s.
We met up with Ms. Russell and she escorted us into the office and greeted the secretaries, asking if the four of us had checked out. They all looked at us in utter confusion and finally said, “no...”
Ms. Russell gave us a look as if saying that she had won, then took us all to Mrs. Jamison’s office. “Great,” I muttered. “I get to talk to this bitch again.” I really didn’t like Mrs. Jamison at all. She was a short fat lady with glasses that sat on the end of her nose and she always folded her hands and spoke in a voice like her nose was stuffy. Blech, I didn’t like her at all.
Ms. Russell explained the situation to her as if the four of us weren’t standing right there. Mrs. Jamison just nodded and began babbling about how skipping is against the school rules and we were in no way allowed to leave campus without permission from a parent or guardian. I just thought about the Harry Potter books and how there was that Professor Umbridge in the last book and how that’s what Mrs. Jamison reminded me of. Then I realized that everyone was staring at me and Mrs. Jamison had asked a question.
I blinked, then decided not to ask what she had said, but instead answer. “No, ma’am,” I murmured, hoping that was an appropriate answer for her question. You know, like if she asked something like why I did it, it wouldn’t be a good answer. But if the question was if I had anything to say for myself, or if I wanted her to contact my brother, the answer was definitely no. Jayna smirked a bit, 'cause she knew I hadn’t been listening. How could anyone actually listen to that lady??
I sighed and started thinking about how I wished we could have at least gotten off campus so I could have gotten a bite to eat because I was hungry and my stomach was about to growl, when she asked us another question. But this time, I heard the other three say no, so when it was my turn to answer, I smiled slightly, and said in my most southern polite voice, “no, ma’am.” This was too easy.
It was too easy until she said, “have a seat outside and I’m going to call each of your parents and let them know that you’ve been suspended for the day, and you still have five days of afternoon detention.”
I blinked. Sometimes I could kick myself for not listening to her. Geeze, at least if I listened to the lady I’d have known what our punishment was, and I could have pleaded for her to at least not call our parents. But it was too late now, 'cause we were filing out of the room and I was plopping down next to the other three girls.
“Way to go, Ana,” Jayna said.
“Huh?”
“It was so obvious you weren’t listening. How do you do that? Know exactly what answer to say...”
“Oh, uh, I dunno. A lot of practice I guess,” I said, cracking a grin.
“I can’t believe the goddamn pass didn’t work,” Patrice said.
“Well, maybe next time it will,” I said, staring into space.
I felt her glare at me, but I didn’t really care. I wished that I didn’t have an older brother at this time, that I was the oldest and since they couldn’t call my parents, I could just drive myself home. But that wasn’t the case. And I guess I didn’t really wish I didn’t have an older brother, 'cause Ashton really cared about me, but I didn’t want to be in trouble. I hadn’t even wanted to skip.
Ashton was the first to actually come into the office. It sucked because while all the other girls were having their parents, I was stuck with the boy who actually went to school with me and it took him like 5 minutes to come into the office. What was even more embarrassing, Patrice and Emily knew Ashton because they had classes with him and when he walked in, they smiled. Ugh. It was enough to make me sick.
He sat down across from me, thank God for Jayna, because otherwise, he would’ve sat next to me and started bitching about how skipping is bad and all this stuff. Mrs. Jamison opened her door. I swear, she probably has a camera somewhere in the hallway that tells her when someone’s outside her room, because every time I’d been sent to the office, she seemed to automatically know when Ashton was there. She smiled that damn ugly smile and opened her door, mumbling something in her stuffy nosed voice that I didn’t care to listen to.
We got inside her office and she closed the door, and both Ashton and I sat, and she began rambling again, and Ashton kept looking at me, and I just kept my gaze fixed on the screen saver on her computer. It was the kind with the little 3D shapes that keep changing shapes, and it was very intriguing. Finally, Ashton apologized, or something, nudged me, and I apologized and told her that I wouldn’t do it again, and she smiled, shook Ashton’s hand, told him that he’d turned into a very fine young man, he thanked her, put his hand on my back and led me out of the office. I grinned at the three girls who sat watching me then rolled my eyes 'cause they were so annoying. Why did I hang out with annoying people?
When we got outside, Ashton started in on lecturing me and I just stared at the ground, once again not listening. The difference between Mrs. Jamison and Ashton is that Ashton knows when I’m not paying attention because he smacked my bottom and said “Listen to me, dammit!”
I blushed when he spanked me in public like that, but I looked around and thankfully nobody saw.
“Sorry,” I murmured, really trying to actually listen this time.
“You can’t go and skip school like that,” he said, walking a little too quickly for me. He was a tall guy, and had long legs, so he could take large steps, and I was practically running 'cause I was so short. “I can’t believe that you’d let Patrice talk you into it, and lie about it to the security guard.”
“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” I agreed.
“VERY dumb.”
“But come on, Ash, you’ve skipped before.”
He stopped, almost causing me to run into him because I was behind him and when he stopped, I didn’t. “Excuse me?” he said, looking down at me.
“I said, you’ve skipped before.”
“No, Anastasia, I haven’t.”
“You haven’t? You’ve been through 12 and a half years of school and never skipped? I don’t believe it!”
“Well, I don’t care if you believe it or not, because I haven’t. And even if I had, you’re not off the hook, Young Lady.”
I hated it when he called me that. He started walking again.
“I can’t believe that you tried to cut class and then you’re going to act like nothing happened.”
I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.
“I don’t think you realize how serious this is. What if you would have gotten off campus and had a wreck? Or what if you would have gotten somewhere and someone kidnapped you? I’d have no idea where you were, the school wouldn’t know, and you’d be shit out of luck, wouldn’t you?” We finally got to his car and he unlocked my door and opened it for me, still yelling at me. He then opened his door and finished his lecture. “The point is, there’s a rule against skipping for a reason, and it’s to make sure that you don’t get hurt, okay? And skipping is NEVER okay.” He started up his car and drove off.
“I know it’s not okay. And I knew it was a dumb thing to do... I even second-guessed my decision when Bri said she didn’t wanna go 'cause she’d gotten caught doing it before. But when I was about to back out, the bell rang and I didn’t get the chance to do it. I didn’t want them to think I’m a pussy.”
He nodded. “But honestly, Ana, who cares what they think? If Bri can turn down their offer, so can you. I mean, come on, Bri was a drug dealer for Christ’s sake.”
I glared at him. I hated when people only saw Brianna for being a drug dealer or a trouble maker. “So? What’s that got to do with it?”
“It means that Bri’s the type of person who can give into temptation easily. She gave into someone who wanted her to sell drugs. She’s just that type of person. It means that if Bri, who gives into others’ requests, can turn down her friends, so can you.”
I blinked. “I don’t get it. I thought you liked Bri.”
“I DO like Bri. You're missing my point,” he said, biting his lip, probably thinking of an easier way to put it. “Okay, here’s the deal... Brianna’s gotten in trouble before for giving into temptation... like you were tempted to cut school today... she’s given into temptation many times before. I’m saying that if Brianna can turn down their offer, so can you, because you aren’t as likely to give into temptation.”
I nodded. “Okay, but that’s not fair to judge Bri like that.”
“I’m not judging her. She said herself that she was a drug dealer.”
“But how do you know that it was temptation?”
“Because Bri has a good head on her shoulders and wouldn’t just randomly decide to deal drugs, that’s how I know.”
I sighed. “Okay, I catch your drift. I know that I made a mistake by agreeing, and I’m sorry. I’ll do a better job next time.”
“Good. But you’re still in trouble.”
“I am?”
“Yes. I’m sure Bri didn’t learn her lesson from her brother lecturing her about it, and I know you won’t either.”
“But I have, I have!” I begged. “I won’t do it again, Ashton!”
“Anastasia, next time someone asks you to ditch class with them, I’m sure that you won’t remember this talk we had, but I know you’ll remember the trip you’re going to take over my knee.”
My heart stopped again, for the second time that day. “Nooooooo,” I begged, letting tears stream down my face. “Pleaseee Ashton, don’t spank me!”
“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “You’re getting spanked.” He opened the door and looked at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my own door, then got out, not wanting to do this at all. Of course, I didn’t have my say in the matter. “I only do it 'cause I love ya, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
I nodded. He almost sounded convincing.
We walked inside the house and he led me to the study. I must have missed him picking up a hairbrush on the way. When I saw it, my heart stopped AGAIN and I instantly began pleading.
“PLEASEEEEE don’t use the hairbrush, Ashton... pleaseeeeee!!!”
He sat down on the straight backed chair, ignoring my pleas. “Over my lap, Young Lady,” he ordered.
I stood back and cried like crazy, not wanting to feel the hairbrush raining down on my bottom.
“I’m giving you to the count of three.”
I cried harder.
“One!”
After he said one, I knew he meant business and I edged closer to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap then flipped my skirt up. I began kicking. “I’m sorry!! Please don’t spank me!”
“Stop kicking,” he ordered. “You might want to save all of your energy for crying.”
I stopped kicking and began crying more, especially when I felt him lower my panties to my knees. I felt so uncomfortable, my rear end high in the air, my hands slightly touching the floor... I wished that this would hurry and be over.
He rested his hand on my bottom. “Believe me, Anastasia, if you ever want to skip again, you'll think about this and how much worse it’s going to be if you do it again.”
It felt bad enough this time, probably from being so embarrassed. He lifted his hand and in a second I felt it make contact with my bottom and then he smacked it again and again, hard and fast, concentrating on my entire bottom, including the sit spots. The tears I had cried earlier were nothing to what I was crying after he began spanking. It hurt so badly! And he was just spanking with his hand!
“And SMACK SMACK don’t you ever SMACK SMACK lie to SMACK SMACK the security guard SMACK SMACK again! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!”
“Owwwwwieeeeeessss,” I cried, trying to kick my legs but not being able to. “I’m sorrryyyyy I won’t OW do it OWWW! againnnnn!”
He spanked harder and harder and I was crying like crazy and holding on to the legs of the chair so tightly that my knuckles were white.
He stopped for a minute and I was thankful that it was over. I actually made the mistake of trying to get up, but he pushed me back down. “I’m not finished yet, and you know it.”
I whined and grabbed hold of the chair legs again, still crying.
Without giving me time to expect it, Ashton smacked me with the hairbrush and I yelled so loudly that you’d think I’d touched a hot stove. I FELT like I had touched one, on my bottom anyway. He lifted it again and whacked me again, and I yelled again, and he didn’t give me anytime to regain myself, but instead, just started spanking me rapidly until I was kicking and squalling and pleading and begging him to stop.
“OWWWWIEEESSSSSS OWWW!!! I’M-ow-Ssss-orryyyyy OWWWW!!!!!”
“Good WHACK WHACK!! because next time WHACK WHACK!! this will be WHACK WHACK!!! much WHACK!!! worse WHACK!!!!!!”
Tears were pouring from my eyes and I was making such a ruckus and my backside throbbed and I could barely breathe and I was hiccupping, and I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until he lifted me up.
“Ten minutes in the corner, Anastasia, so you can reflect on what just happened. Hands on your head and no rubbing, got it?”
I nodded and hobbled to the corner of the room, burying my nose inside with my hands on my head, doing some little weird dance because I felt like my rear end was on fire. The ten minutes seemed like ten hours and when Ashton said I could get out the corner, I began rubbing my bottom like crazy and crying all over again. Ashton hugged me tightly.
“It’s all over now, Anastasia. Just don’t skip again, okay?”
I nodded and hugged him back, letting my tears seep into his shirt and finally, I stopped crying, feeling that everything was better now, because Ashton really did care about me. We stayed like that for a long time, just hugging, and then I pulled away and smiled. “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I promised.
He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Good.”
I pulled my panties up and winced in pain. “Hey, Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you... carry me to my room?” I said, grinning a bit. “I don’t think I can walk up any stairs.”
He grinned too and punched me playfully in the arm. “Geeze, I spoil you,” he said, lifting me up and cradling me like I was four again. I couldn’t help but giggle a little and he finally put me down in my room.
“Thanks, Ashton!” I said as he walked out, rolling his eyes. “I LOVE YOU BIG BRO!!!!” I giggled hysterically and he slammed the door, like the weirdo older brother he was. I stretched out and winced when I attempted to walk to my bathroom and change into some pajama pants, but I was so tired and worn out from the spanking that instead of doing that, I just landed on my bed and took a nice long nap.
Ditching School
by Breanna Carter
I sat apprehensively at lunch. All of my friends were surrounding me, talking and giggling about something. The thing is, I had just made plans minutes before to ditch class with them and go somewhere. Normally, I wouldn’t have been apprehensive about it, but Brianna wasn’t going to go. Said something about being caught skipping too many times already, and she didn’t want it to happen again. I had already agreed, though, and if I backed out, well, I just couldn’t back out now. Thus, I sat feeling very apprehensive.
Patrice was talking about how she had a slip from the last time she checked out and she could just change the date on it and make it look like they had a slip from the office. She also said that she could put our names on the slip. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, though. I was just about to count myself out when the bell rang to end lunch. Brianna smiled and threw her plate away in the trashcan. “See ya guys later!” she said, skipping off to class.
I figured I wouldn’t look too suspicious since I was the only sophomore going. Of course, Patrice, Jayna, and Emily probably wouldn’t look too suspicious either, since two were seniors, and the other was a junior. I really didn’t want to look suspicious, though, because if we got caught, I knew that Ashton would roast my bottom like it’d never been roasted before. He had something strong against skipping. I’m sure he actually did it once or twice, and I was pissed to think that he’d be so mad at me when he’d done it, too. But I couldn’t guarantee that he had actually done it.
Anyway, so we were walking unsuspiciously and went out to Patrice’s car, all got inside, and drove off. It was as easy as that. We turned the music up loud and gave each other a high five, while Patrice filled the yellow slip in to make it look like today’s date, December 9th, and like all of our names were on there. After she did that, we set off. She backed out of the parking lot and made her way to the exit, only to find that there was this huge gate there so nobody could skip. Lucky us.
“Relax!” she muttered to me, seeing that I was very uneasy in the back corner of her car. “We have a pass, remember? The security guard will see it, assume that she missed a call, and let us off.”
I nodded, still not relaxing.
We made a loop around the parking lot and came back around to where the school was, passing by the office and the security guard who flagged us down. “Hello, Ms. Russell,” Patrice said, putting on her best smile.
“Hello, ladies. Where are you going?”
“To eat lunch. We have a pass.” She gave the yellow slip to the security guard and gave her enough time to glance at it before saying, “How are you today?”
“I’m doing just fine,” she said, not looking up from the slip. “But, it seems that this slip is an older one, especially since this secretary doesn’t work here anymore. Maybe it’s from February ninth?” She looked up at us. My heart stopped.
“No, ma’am. It’s from today. We just went in there.” I bit my lower lip.
“Well, maybe you girls should park your car and come inside with me, and once we get this cleared up, you can go have your lunch.”
“But Ms. Russell, see, the thing is, we’re meeting my older brother there, and I don’t want to be late in meeting him.”
“Well, I assure you that it’s better for us to clear this up than for you to leave and be written up for skipping. Don’t you think?”
I looked at Jayna who sat next to me, her eyebrows raised, a look of worry on her face.
Patrice looked back. “I guess we’ll just have to be late,” she said. “I’m sure that he won’t mind.”
Ms. Russell smiled. “I’m sure he won’t. Go ahead and park your car, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”
Patrice rolled her window and sighed heavily. “Fucking bitch,” she muttered, turning her car around and going back to the parking place. “This is so messed up. I can’t believe that this pass is no good.”
“When IS the pass from, Patrice?” I asked.
“It’s from February.”
“Good job.”
“Hey, shut the fuck up, okay? It always worked the other times.”
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. This was not good.
The four of us got out of the car after Patrice parked back in her spot. I was glad that Bri hadn’t come because she’d probably get spanked super badly by her older brother, Terrence, especially since she had been caught skipping before. Since I hadn’t, maybe Ashton would go easy on me. Maybe he wouldn’t spank me. Too bad Dad wasn’t in town. He wouldn’t do anything, just fuss at me for a bit and tell me to go to my room. I liked his punishments much better than Ashton’s.
We met up with Ms. Russell and she escorted us into the office and greeted the secretaries, asking if the four of us had checked out. They all looked at us in utter confusion and finally said, “no...”
Ms. Russell gave us a look as if saying that she had won, then took us all to Mrs. Jamison’s office. “Great,” I muttered. “I get to talk to this bitch again.” I really didn’t like Mrs. Jamison at all. She was a short fat lady with glasses that sat on the end of her nose and she always folded her hands and spoke in a voice like her nose was stuffy. Blech, I didn’t like her at all.
Ms. Russell explained the situation to her as if the four of us weren’t standing right there. Mrs. Jamison just nodded and began babbling about how skipping is against the school rules and we were in no way allowed to leave campus without permission from a parent or guardian. I just thought about the Harry Potter books and how there was that Professor Umbridge in the last book and how that’s what Mrs. Jamison reminded me of. Then I realized that everyone was staring at me and Mrs. Jamison had asked a question.
I blinked, then decided not to ask what she had said, but instead answer. “No, ma’am,” I murmured, hoping that was an appropriate answer for her question. You know, like if she asked something like why I did it, it wouldn’t be a good answer. But if the question was if I had anything to say for myself, or if I wanted her to contact my brother, the answer was definitely no. Jayna smirked a bit, 'cause she knew I hadn’t been listening. How could anyone actually listen to that lady??
I sighed and started thinking about how I wished we could have at least gotten off campus so I could have gotten a bite to eat because I was hungry and my stomach was about to growl, when she asked us another question. But this time, I heard the other three say no, so when it was my turn to answer, I smiled slightly, and said in my most southern polite voice, “no, ma’am.” This was too easy.
It was too easy until she said, “have a seat outside and I’m going to call each of your parents and let them know that you’ve been suspended for the day, and you still have five days of afternoon detention.”
I blinked. Sometimes I could kick myself for not listening to her. Geeze, at least if I listened to the lady I’d have known what our punishment was, and I could have pleaded for her to at least not call our parents. But it was too late now, 'cause we were filing out of the room and I was plopping down next to the other three girls.
“Way to go, Ana,” Jayna said.
“Huh?”
“It was so obvious you weren’t listening. How do you do that? Know exactly what answer to say...”
“Oh, uh, I dunno. A lot of practice I guess,” I said, cracking a grin.
“I can’t believe the goddamn pass didn’t work,” Patrice said.
“Well, maybe next time it will,” I said, staring into space.
I felt her glare at me, but I didn’t really care. I wished that I didn’t have an older brother at this time, that I was the oldest and since they couldn’t call my parents, I could just drive myself home. But that wasn’t the case. And I guess I didn’t really wish I didn’t have an older brother, 'cause Ashton really cared about me, but I didn’t want to be in trouble. I hadn’t even wanted to skip.
Ashton was the first to actually come into the office. It sucked because while all the other girls were having their parents, I was stuck with the boy who actually went to school with me and it took him like 5 minutes to come into the office. What was even more embarrassing, Patrice and Emily knew Ashton because they had classes with him and when he walked in, they smiled. Ugh. It was enough to make me sick.
He sat down across from me, thank God for Jayna, because otherwise, he would’ve sat next to me and started bitching about how skipping is bad and all this stuff. Mrs. Jamison opened her door. I swear, she probably has a camera somewhere in the hallway that tells her when someone’s outside her room, because every time I’d been sent to the office, she seemed to automatically know when Ashton was there. She smiled that damn ugly smile and opened her door, mumbling something in her stuffy nosed voice that I didn’t care to listen to.
We got inside her office and she closed the door, and both Ashton and I sat, and she began rambling again, and Ashton kept looking at me, and I just kept my gaze fixed on the screen saver on her computer. It was the kind with the little 3D shapes that keep changing shapes, and it was very intriguing. Finally, Ashton apologized, or something, nudged me, and I apologized and told her that I wouldn’t do it again, and she smiled, shook Ashton’s hand, told him that he’d turned into a very fine young man, he thanked her, put his hand on my back and led me out of the office. I grinned at the three girls who sat watching me then rolled my eyes 'cause they were so annoying. Why did I hang out with annoying people?
When we got outside, Ashton started in on lecturing me and I just stared at the ground, once again not listening. The difference between Mrs. Jamison and Ashton is that Ashton knows when I’m not paying attention because he smacked my bottom and said “Listen to me, dammit!”
I blushed when he spanked me in public like that, but I looked around and thankfully nobody saw.
“Sorry,” I murmured, really trying to actually listen this time.
“You can’t go and skip school like that,” he said, walking a little too quickly for me. He was a tall guy, and had long legs, so he could take large steps, and I was practically running 'cause I was so short. “I can’t believe that you’d let Patrice talk you into it, and lie about it to the security guard.”
“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” I agreed.
“VERY dumb.”
“But come on, Ash, you’ve skipped before.”
He stopped, almost causing me to run into him because I was behind him and when he stopped, I didn’t. “Excuse me?” he said, looking down at me.
“I said, you’ve skipped before.”
“No, Anastasia, I haven’t.”
“You haven’t? You’ve been through 12 and a half years of school and never skipped? I don’t believe it!”
“Well, I don’t care if you believe it or not, because I haven’t. And even if I had, you’re not off the hook, Young Lady.”
I hated it when he called me that. He started walking again.
“I can’t believe that you tried to cut class and then you’re going to act like nothing happened.”
I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.
“I don’t think you realize how serious this is. What if you would have gotten off campus and had a wreck? Or what if you would have gotten somewhere and someone kidnapped you? I’d have no idea where you were, the school wouldn’t know, and you’d be shit out of luck, wouldn’t you?” We finally got to his car and he unlocked my door and opened it for me, still yelling at me. He then opened his door and finished his lecture. “The point is, there’s a rule against skipping for a reason, and it’s to make sure that you don’t get hurt, okay? And skipping is NEVER okay.” He started up his car and drove off.
“I know it’s not okay. And I knew it was a dumb thing to do... I even second-guessed my decision when Bri said she didn’t wanna go 'cause she’d gotten caught doing it before. But when I was about to back out, the bell rang and I didn’t get the chance to do it. I didn’t want them to think I’m a pussy.”
He nodded. “But honestly, Ana, who cares what they think? If Bri can turn down their offer, so can you. I mean, come on, Bri was a drug dealer for Christ’s sake.”
I glared at him. I hated when people only saw Brianna for being a drug dealer or a trouble maker. “So? What’s that got to do with it?”
“It means that Bri’s the type of person who can give into temptation easily. She gave into someone who wanted her to sell drugs. She’s just that type of person. It means that if Bri, who gives into others’ requests, can turn down her friends, so can you.”
I blinked. “I don’t get it. I thought you liked Bri.”
“I DO like Bri. You're missing my point,” he said, biting his lip, probably thinking of an easier way to put it. “Okay, here’s the deal... Brianna’s gotten in trouble before for giving into temptation... like you were tempted to cut school today... she’s given into temptation many times before. I’m saying that if Brianna can turn down their offer, so can you, because you aren’t as likely to give into temptation.”
I nodded. “Okay, but that’s not fair to judge Bri like that.”
“I’m not judging her. She said herself that she was a drug dealer.”
“But how do you know that it was temptation?”
“Because Bri has a good head on her shoulders and wouldn’t just randomly decide to deal drugs, that’s how I know.”
I sighed. “Okay, I catch your drift. I know that I made a mistake by agreeing, and I’m sorry. I’ll do a better job next time.”
“Good. But you’re still in trouble.”
“I am?”
“Yes. I’m sure Bri didn’t learn her lesson from her brother lecturing her about it, and I know you won’t either.”
“But I have, I have!” I begged. “I won’t do it again, Ashton!”
“Anastasia, next time someone asks you to ditch class with them, I’m sure that you won’t remember this talk we had, but I know you’ll remember the trip you’re going to take over my knee.”
My heart stopped again, for the second time that day. “Nooooooo,” I begged, letting tears stream down my face. “Pleaseee Ashton, don’t spank me!”
“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “You’re getting spanked.” He opened the door and looked at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my own door, then got out, not wanting to do this at all. Of course, I didn’t have my say in the matter. “I only do it 'cause I love ya, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
I nodded. He almost sounded convincing.
We walked inside the house and he led me to the study. I must have missed him picking up a hairbrush on the way. When I saw it, my heart stopped AGAIN and I instantly began pleading.
“PLEASEEEEE don’t use the hairbrush, Ashton... pleaseeeeee!!!”
He sat down on the straight backed chair, ignoring my pleas. “Over my lap, Young Lady,” he ordered.
I stood back and cried like crazy, not wanting to feel the hairbrush raining down on my bottom.
“I’m giving you to the count of three.”
I cried harder.
“One!”
After he said one, I knew he meant business and I edged closer to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap then flipped my skirt up. I began kicking. “I’m sorry!! Please don’t spank me!”
“Stop kicking,” he ordered. “You might want to save all of your energy for crying.”
I stopped kicking and began crying more, especially when I felt him lower my panties to my knees. I felt so uncomfortable, my rear end high in the air, my hands slightly touching the floor... I wished that this would hurry and be over.
He rested his hand on my bottom. “Believe me, Anastasia, if you ever want to skip again, you'll think about this and how much worse it’s going to be if you do it again.”
It felt bad enough this time, probably from being so embarrassed. He lifted his hand and in a second I felt it make contact with my bottom and then he smacked it again and again, hard and fast, concentrating on my entire bottom, including the sit spots. The tears I had cried earlier were nothing to what I was crying after he began spanking. It hurt so badly! And he was just spanking with his hand!
“And SMACK SMACK don’t you ever SMACK SMACK lie to SMACK SMACK the security guard SMACK SMACK again! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!”
“Owwwwwieeeeeessss,” I cried, trying to kick my legs but not being able to. “I’m sorrryyyyy I won’t OW do it OWWW! againnnnn!”
He spanked harder and harder and I was crying like crazy and holding on to the legs of the chair so tightly that my knuckles were white.
He stopped for a minute and I was thankful that it was over. I actually made the mistake of trying to get up, but he pushed me back down. “I’m not finished yet, and you know it.”
I whined and grabbed hold of the chair legs again, still crying.
Without giving me time to expect it, Ashton smacked me with the hairbrush and I yelled so loudly that you’d think I’d touched a hot stove. I FELT like I had touched one, on my bottom anyway. He lifted it again and whacked me again, and I yelled again, and he didn’t give me anytime to regain myself, but instead, just started spanking me rapidly until I was kicking and squalling and pleading and begging him to stop.
“OWWWWIEEESSSSSS OWWW!!! I’M-ow-Ssss-orryyyyy OWWWW!!!!!”
“Good WHACK WHACK!! because next time WHACK WHACK!! this will be WHACK WHACK!!! much WHACK!!! worse WHACK!!!!!!”
Tears were pouring from my eyes and I was making such a ruckus and my backside throbbed and I could barely breathe and I was hiccupping, and I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until he lifted me up.
“Ten minutes in the corner, Anastasia, so you can reflect on what just happened. Hands on your head and no rubbing, got it?”
I nodded and hobbled to the corner of the room, burying my nose inside with my hands on my head, doing some little weird dance because I felt like my rear end was on fire. The ten minutes seemed like ten hours and when Ashton said I could get out the corner, I began rubbing my bottom like crazy and crying all over again. Ashton hugged me tightly.
“It’s all over now, Anastasia. Just don’t skip again, okay?”
I nodded and hugged him back, letting my tears seep into his shirt and finally, I stopped crying, feeling that everything was better now, because Ashton really did care about me. We stayed like that for a long time, just hugging, and then I pulled away and smiled. “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I promised.
He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Good.”
I pulled my panties up and winced in pain. “Hey, Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you... carry me to my room?” I said, grinning a bit. “I don’t think I can walk up any stairs.”
He grinned too and punched me playfully in the arm. “Geeze, I spoil you,” he said, lifting me up and cradling me like I was four again. I couldn’t help but giggle a little and he finally put me down in my room.
“Thanks, Ashton!” I said as he walked out, rolling his eyes. “I LOVE YOU BIG BRO!!!!” I giggled hysterically and he slammed the door, like the weirdo older brother he was. I stretched out and winced when I attempted to walk to my bathroom and change into some pajama pants, but I was so tired and worn out from the spanking that instead of doing that, I just landed on my bed and took a nice long nap.
15 February 2004
Story: Jared
Misc Story. Jessica has moved in with her cousin so she can claim Oregon residency. He's easy enough to get along with, but strict when necessary.
Jared
by Breanna Carter
I sat, staring at my watch. Jared would be there soon to pick me up. I was in downtown Portland, a little drunk and a little stoned. I had no idea how to get home from there. So I called Jared and explained to him that I was lost and tired, and he agreed to pick me up.
Jared was my older cousin. I moved in with him after my sophomore year in high school so I could become an Oregon resident. I had my heart set on going to the University of Oregon and there would be no way that I’d have the money to pay for out of state tuition. Besides, my parents didn’t really want me around anyway because I was “causing them too much trouble.” They gladly packed my bags and shipped me up to Oregon.
Living with my cousin wasn’t all so bad. He was in his late twenties, tall and thin, dark hair and blue eyes. Anytime I had a friend over they flaunted over him, which bugged the hell out of me, but it was all okay. Jared didn’t mind me drinking occasionally and smoking a cigarette or two, but he swore if I ever drank and drive, or did any type of drug, he’d skin me alive. I wasn’t planning on being skinned alive, so I stayed away from that kind of stuff. Anytime I drank, I found a designated driver, and if I decided to smoke a little weed, I stayed away from my house.
Anyway, so this particular night I decided to smoke weed and drink and my ride ended up ditching me. So I had to wander around downtown looking for a ride but not really having the money for a cab. I was only 17 and didn’t have a job, because Jared wouldn’t let me. I had spent the last of my money going to a huge concert. That’s why I was downtown in the first place. I felt kinda bad, ringing him up at two in the morning, explaining that I didn’t have any way to get home and I’d walk but I didn’t know how to get there. I think he kind of assumed that I was a little drunk, so he just asked me what street I was on and ordered that I stay there. So that’s what I did.
The beat up blue car pulled up next to me. “Jessica?”
I looked inside to see Jared with his hair all messed up in a white undershirt and a pair of baggy jeans. “Yeah?” I murmured, not really realizing that it was him.
“Get inside.”
I nodded and somehow managed to walk over to the car. Opening the door was another story... I couldn’t even find the handle, much less actually open the door. He sighed and leaned over to open the door. I fell inside.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pulling away. “You reek of marijuana. Have you been smoking?”
“Only a little,” I admitted.
“A little? Jesus Christ, you smell like you’ve smoked a few joints.”
“Well, only four.”
He looked at me. “Four? Jesus, Jessica, are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Nahhhhh,” I said, and giggled a bit.
He didn’t say anything, just kept driving while I dozed off a bit staring out the window at the pretty lights. Next thing I knew, I fell into Jared’s arms.
“Where am I?”
“We’re home,” he said softly, lifting me up and cradling me like a small child.
“Oh, okay,” I answered then rested my head on his shoulder and dozed back off again.
I awoke the next morning on the couch with Jared sitting in an arm chair, head leaned back and eyes shut. I stretched out. The clock said that it was four, but I figured that it must be a mistake because that would mean I had already gone to school and came back. Yes, I went to concerts on school nights. I rolled off of the couch. “Jared,” I whispered. Why the hell I whispered when I was trying to wake him is beyond me. “Jared!” I whispered again, a little louder then shook him a bit.
He jumped. “Huh?”
“What time is it?”
He opened his eyes. “Huh? Oh.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s four in the afternoon kiddo.”
I blinked. “Did I go to school?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you were stoned off your ass and you’d been drinking.”
Utoh. I hadn’t remembered that Jared picked me up, and at the time I called him, I had been hoping that he didn’t realize I had smoked. Did I really let him know that I smoked? “I wasn’t stoned..” I argued.
He raised up in the chair, looking at me deep in the eyes. “Yes, you were.”
I looked away. “Oh.”
There was a minute of silence. “Jess, remember what I told you about drugs?”
I decided to play dumb. “No.”
“You don’t? I thought I had made myself clear..”
I shrugged.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
I lifted my head. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t remember what I told you about drugs?” he asked again. I tried to look back down, knowing that I couldn’t blatently lie to his face like that, but he stopped me, lifting my chin with his fingers.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Oh, you do? Then why’d you do it, Jess? Why’d you go and do something so stupid?”
“I don’t know.”
He sighed heavily. “I took you in when your parents said they couldn’t handle you. I fed you, I put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”
“I.. I’m sorry, Jared. I wasn’t thinking..”
He stood. “I have told you over and over again that I don’t want you drinking and driving or doing any type of drugs. I don’t like you drinking and smoking, but I let it slide. And I’m not going to let this slide, Young Lady.”
I felt my stomach sink. He’d never called me Young Lady before, and I didn’t like how young I felt when he did call me that. “I won’t do it again,” I said.
“Damn right you won’t do it again,” he said then paused. “Wait, how many times have you done it before this?” He was pacing back and forth by now, hands on his hips, biting his lower lip.
I looked away.
“Look at me!” he ordered.
I looked back up at him. I couldn’t lie. “I dunno, Jared. A couple of times. Two or three.” He gave me a look that made my stomach sink more. “Okay, so a little more than that. A few times... six or seven... only when I’m out with my friends and we’re at a concert and someone happens to offer me some.” He was still giving me that look. How could he always tell when I was lying to him? “Okay, so everytime I go to a concert I smoke weed. I can’t help it. Everyone else is doing it.”
“Oh? You can’t help it now? Everyone else is doing it? Well, I hope you enjoyed your night last night because that’s the last concert you’re going to.”
“But...”
“I don’t want to hear it! Do you realize what happened last night? I was waiting up for you all night, waiting for you to call, tell me where you were, and you call me at two in the morning and you have no way to get home. And I don’t mind picking you up. You get in my car smelling like marijuana and alcohol and you pass out on the way home and I have to carry you inside and I don’t know if you’re okay or not. I didn’t know if the weed you smoked was laced with shit or not. And I stayed up in here with you all night just to make sure you were fucking okay. I was worried to death about you, Jessica. I had to call in to work and tell them that I couldn’t make it. I’m not going to listen to your excuses. I don’t care if everybody on the fucking planet was smoking weed, that doesn’t make it okay for you to do it and I’m going to make sure of that.”
I hung my head. I’d never seen him so mad before.
“No more concerts ever, and you’re grounded, grounded until I tell you otherwise, do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“I expect an answer out of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, letting a few tears slip down my cheeks.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, still hanging my head.
“Pull down your pants.”
I blinked some more tears away. How was it that I managed to live nearly two years with my cousin and never had anything I had done amounted to this? I was from the south, I knew what it meant when I got in trouble and the authority figure said “pull down your pants.” It was basically saying, “you’re in for a long trip over my knee that you won’t forget for a long time.” But I couldn’t even imagine Jared spanking me... he was my cousin, and he understood me. He wasn’t like my friend’s parents who spanked them when they did something wrong. He wasn’t like my uncle who spanked me a couple of times for doing something I wasn’t supposed to, or taking something that wasn’t mine. My parents had never spanked me, but Jared’s parents, they were firm believers in spankings. But I had never expected him to actually do that to me... I was 17!
“I’m not going to wait all day, Jessica.”
I gulped and slid my pants down to my knees. Jared sat down on the couch and pulled me over his lap.
“I want to be sure that I’ve made myself clear, Young Lady.”
My stomach was twisted into knots. I hadn’t been spanked much before, and I didn’t want it to happen again. “You have,” I whimpered, tears steadily streaming down my cheeks.
“Well, I’m going to make sure.” I felt his fingers between my back and the waistband of my panties and then he tugged them down to meet my pants. His cold hand rested on my bottom. “I’m disappointed that you would disobey me like you did. I’m disappointed that you’ve done this before and haven’t felt any remorse for it whatsoever. I’m sorry that I have to do this, but this is the only way I can get through to you, Jessica.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not really liking this position at all.
“Good.” He lifted his hand and I clenched my butt cheeks and closed my eyes and held on tightly to the couch cushion. I prayed that he’d go easy on me, since, afterall, he was grounding me and everything.
My prayres, however, were not answered.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He rapidly smacked each of my butt cheeks, taking absolutely no time for them to feel like they were on fire. I squirmed with each smack, and after a couple, I began exclaiming “OW!” and stuff like that. I tried not to kick and fight too much, especially when he began spanking one cheek in the same spot over and over again.
“I don’t SMACK!! want to ever SMACK SMACK!!! hear SMACK!! about you SMACK!! doing any drugs SMACK SMACK!!! again!” he said, spanking me harder and faster at this time. I felt like I was sitting on a freakin’ campfire or something my bottom was in so much pain. “Am I making myself clear!”
“OWWWWW!! Yessir... owwwwieesssssss. I won’t do it again! I promise!!!”
He didn’t listen to me, just landed more smacks on my upturned already red bottom. He showed absolutely NO mercy for me and I was already regretting my first puff on a joint.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I began pleading. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddddddd. I won’t OW do it again! OWWW! I’m s-OW!-orry!”
After over 100 smacks, he finally stopped. My bottom was hurting like crazy and the first thing I thought to do was rub the sting out. The thing was, he wasn’t finished yet. He caught my hands and pressed them against my back. “It’s not over,” he said, lifting me up.
I stood there, my pants and panties around my ankles, he holding my hands behind my back while he stood, too.
“Hands on your head,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, putting them there and basically dancing around from so much pain. He unbuckled his belt. “Nooooooooo,” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddd I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyyy,” I began full out crying because I didn’t want to be spanked with his belt and the thought of it made my bottom ache more and more.
“I know you are.” He slide his belt through the loops then folded it over. “Okay, over the couch,” he ordered.
I could not move. “Pleaseeeee,” I begged.
“JESSICA!” he yelled. “Get over that couch RIGHT NOW! I’m not playing games.”
I was taken aback by his yelling, but it got me over the couch. I breathed in and steadied myself, placing my hands firmly on the cushion and my feet slightly off the floor. I blushed like crazy, too. I hated having my bottom so exposed.
WHACK!!!
The leather crashed down on my already sore bottom. I let out a squeak so loud and high-pitched, I didn’t even know I was capable of making that type of noise!
I felt his left hand holding me down and then he swung the belt once more and it came crashing down on my bottom. I made that loud squeal again, but before I had time to regain myself, it came crashing down again and again until I was sobbing and making those loud awful noises nonstop. I buried my face into the cushion and cried. All I could do was cry. Even when I heard him throw the belt onto the floor, I couldn’t stop crying. I felt so guilty for letting him down when he’d done so much for me. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t the only reason I was crying. My bottom was throbbing especially at my sit spots and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.
He finally lifted me from the couch and cradled me in his arms. “I’m sorry I had to do that, Jess. I love you so much. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you.”
I nodded. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out inbetween sobs.
He held me closer. “I know, Jess. I know.”
“I’ll never do it again,” I promised.
“Good girl.”
I finally stopped crying and pulled my panties and pants back up then washed my face and decided to rest for a while, on my stomach of course. Later that night I found a stash I had hidden under my bed and gave it to Jared, letting him know that I didn’t need it nor want it anymore. He smiled and hugged me and told me how much he loved me. Aside from my throbbing backside, I felt much better.
Jared
by Breanna Carter
I sat, staring at my watch. Jared would be there soon to pick me up. I was in downtown Portland, a little drunk and a little stoned. I had no idea how to get home from there. So I called Jared and explained to him that I was lost and tired, and he agreed to pick me up.
Jared was my older cousin. I moved in with him after my sophomore year in high school so I could become an Oregon resident. I had my heart set on going to the University of Oregon and there would be no way that I’d have the money to pay for out of state tuition. Besides, my parents didn’t really want me around anyway because I was “causing them too much trouble.” They gladly packed my bags and shipped me up to Oregon.
Living with my cousin wasn’t all so bad. He was in his late twenties, tall and thin, dark hair and blue eyes. Anytime I had a friend over they flaunted over him, which bugged the hell out of me, but it was all okay. Jared didn’t mind me drinking occasionally and smoking a cigarette or two, but he swore if I ever drank and drive, or did any type of drug, he’d skin me alive. I wasn’t planning on being skinned alive, so I stayed away from that kind of stuff. Anytime I drank, I found a designated driver, and if I decided to smoke a little weed, I stayed away from my house.
Anyway, so this particular night I decided to smoke weed and drink and my ride ended up ditching me. So I had to wander around downtown looking for a ride but not really having the money for a cab. I was only 17 and didn’t have a job, because Jared wouldn’t let me. I had spent the last of my money going to a huge concert. That’s why I was downtown in the first place. I felt kinda bad, ringing him up at two in the morning, explaining that I didn’t have any way to get home and I’d walk but I didn’t know how to get there. I think he kind of assumed that I was a little drunk, so he just asked me what street I was on and ordered that I stay there. So that’s what I did.
The beat up blue car pulled up next to me. “Jessica?”
I looked inside to see Jared with his hair all messed up in a white undershirt and a pair of baggy jeans. “Yeah?” I murmured, not really realizing that it was him.
“Get inside.”
I nodded and somehow managed to walk over to the car. Opening the door was another story... I couldn’t even find the handle, much less actually open the door. He sighed and leaned over to open the door. I fell inside.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pulling away. “You reek of marijuana. Have you been smoking?”
“Only a little,” I admitted.
“A little? Jesus Christ, you smell like you’ve smoked a few joints.”
“Well, only four.”
He looked at me. “Four? Jesus, Jessica, are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Nahhhhh,” I said, and giggled a bit.
He didn’t say anything, just kept driving while I dozed off a bit staring out the window at the pretty lights. Next thing I knew, I fell into Jared’s arms.
“Where am I?”
“We’re home,” he said softly, lifting me up and cradling me like a small child.
“Oh, okay,” I answered then rested my head on his shoulder and dozed back off again.
I awoke the next morning on the couch with Jared sitting in an arm chair, head leaned back and eyes shut. I stretched out. The clock said that it was four, but I figured that it must be a mistake because that would mean I had already gone to school and came back. Yes, I went to concerts on school nights. I rolled off of the couch. “Jared,” I whispered. Why the hell I whispered when I was trying to wake him is beyond me. “Jared!” I whispered again, a little louder then shook him a bit.
He jumped. “Huh?”
“What time is it?”
He opened his eyes. “Huh? Oh.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s four in the afternoon kiddo.”
I blinked. “Did I go to school?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you were stoned off your ass and you’d been drinking.”
Utoh. I hadn’t remembered that Jared picked me up, and at the time I called him, I had been hoping that he didn’t realize I had smoked. Did I really let him know that I smoked? “I wasn’t stoned..” I argued.
He raised up in the chair, looking at me deep in the eyes. “Yes, you were.”
I looked away. “Oh.”
There was a minute of silence. “Jess, remember what I told you about drugs?”
I decided to play dumb. “No.”
“You don’t? I thought I had made myself clear..”
I shrugged.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
I lifted my head. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t remember what I told you about drugs?” he asked again. I tried to look back down, knowing that I couldn’t blatently lie to his face like that, but he stopped me, lifting my chin with his fingers.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Oh, you do? Then why’d you do it, Jess? Why’d you go and do something so stupid?”
“I don’t know.”
He sighed heavily. “I took you in when your parents said they couldn’t handle you. I fed you, I put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”
“I.. I’m sorry, Jared. I wasn’t thinking..”
He stood. “I have told you over and over again that I don’t want you drinking and driving or doing any type of drugs. I don’t like you drinking and smoking, but I let it slide. And I’m not going to let this slide, Young Lady.”
I felt my stomach sink. He’d never called me Young Lady before, and I didn’t like how young I felt when he did call me that. “I won’t do it again,” I said.
“Damn right you won’t do it again,” he said then paused. “Wait, how many times have you done it before this?” He was pacing back and forth by now, hands on his hips, biting his lower lip.
I looked away.
“Look at me!” he ordered.
I looked back up at him. I couldn’t lie. “I dunno, Jared. A couple of times. Two or three.” He gave me a look that made my stomach sink more. “Okay, so a little more than that. A few times... six or seven... only when I’m out with my friends and we’re at a concert and someone happens to offer me some.” He was still giving me that look. How could he always tell when I was lying to him? “Okay, so everytime I go to a concert I smoke weed. I can’t help it. Everyone else is doing it.”
“Oh? You can’t help it now? Everyone else is doing it? Well, I hope you enjoyed your night last night because that’s the last concert you’re going to.”
“But...”
“I don’t want to hear it! Do you realize what happened last night? I was waiting up for you all night, waiting for you to call, tell me where you were, and you call me at two in the morning and you have no way to get home. And I don’t mind picking you up. You get in my car smelling like marijuana and alcohol and you pass out on the way home and I have to carry you inside and I don’t know if you’re okay or not. I didn’t know if the weed you smoked was laced with shit or not. And I stayed up in here with you all night just to make sure you were fucking okay. I was worried to death about you, Jessica. I had to call in to work and tell them that I couldn’t make it. I’m not going to listen to your excuses. I don’t care if everybody on the fucking planet was smoking weed, that doesn’t make it okay for you to do it and I’m going to make sure of that.”
I hung my head. I’d never seen him so mad before.
“No more concerts ever, and you’re grounded, grounded until I tell you otherwise, do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“I expect an answer out of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, letting a few tears slip down my cheeks.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, still hanging my head.
“Pull down your pants.”
I blinked some more tears away. How was it that I managed to live nearly two years with my cousin and never had anything I had done amounted to this? I was from the south, I knew what it meant when I got in trouble and the authority figure said “pull down your pants.” It was basically saying, “you’re in for a long trip over my knee that you won’t forget for a long time.” But I couldn’t even imagine Jared spanking me... he was my cousin, and he understood me. He wasn’t like my friend’s parents who spanked them when they did something wrong. He wasn’t like my uncle who spanked me a couple of times for doing something I wasn’t supposed to, or taking something that wasn’t mine. My parents had never spanked me, but Jared’s parents, they were firm believers in spankings. But I had never expected him to actually do that to me... I was 17!
“I’m not going to wait all day, Jessica.”
I gulped and slid my pants down to my knees. Jared sat down on the couch and pulled me over his lap.
“I want to be sure that I’ve made myself clear, Young Lady.”
My stomach was twisted into knots. I hadn’t been spanked much before, and I didn’t want it to happen again. “You have,” I whimpered, tears steadily streaming down my cheeks.
“Well, I’m going to make sure.” I felt his fingers between my back and the waistband of my panties and then he tugged them down to meet my pants. His cold hand rested on my bottom. “I’m disappointed that you would disobey me like you did. I’m disappointed that you’ve done this before and haven’t felt any remorse for it whatsoever. I’m sorry that I have to do this, but this is the only way I can get through to you, Jessica.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not really liking this position at all.
“Good.” He lifted his hand and I clenched my butt cheeks and closed my eyes and held on tightly to the couch cushion. I prayed that he’d go easy on me, since, afterall, he was grounding me and everything.
My prayres, however, were not answered.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He rapidly smacked each of my butt cheeks, taking absolutely no time for them to feel like they were on fire. I squirmed with each smack, and after a couple, I began exclaiming “OW!” and stuff like that. I tried not to kick and fight too much, especially when he began spanking one cheek in the same spot over and over again.
“I don’t SMACK!! want to ever SMACK SMACK!!! hear SMACK!! about you SMACK!! doing any drugs SMACK SMACK!!! again!” he said, spanking me harder and faster at this time. I felt like I was sitting on a freakin’ campfire or something my bottom was in so much pain. “Am I making myself clear!”
“OWWWWW!! Yessir... owwwwieesssssss. I won’t do it again! I promise!!!”
He didn’t listen to me, just landed more smacks on my upturned already red bottom. He showed absolutely NO mercy for me and I was already regretting my first puff on a joint.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I began pleading. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddddddd. I won’t OW do it again! OWWW! I’m s-OW!-orry!”
After over 100 smacks, he finally stopped. My bottom was hurting like crazy and the first thing I thought to do was rub the sting out. The thing was, he wasn’t finished yet. He caught my hands and pressed them against my back. “It’s not over,” he said, lifting me up.
I stood there, my pants and panties around my ankles, he holding my hands behind my back while he stood, too.
“Hands on your head,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, putting them there and basically dancing around from so much pain. He unbuckled his belt. “Nooooooooo,” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddd I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyyy,” I began full out crying because I didn’t want to be spanked with his belt and the thought of it made my bottom ache more and more.
“I know you are.” He slide his belt through the loops then folded it over. “Okay, over the couch,” he ordered.
I could not move. “Pleaseeeee,” I begged.
“JESSICA!” he yelled. “Get over that couch RIGHT NOW! I’m not playing games.”
I was taken aback by his yelling, but it got me over the couch. I breathed in and steadied myself, placing my hands firmly on the cushion and my feet slightly off the floor. I blushed like crazy, too. I hated having my bottom so exposed.
WHACK!!!
The leather crashed down on my already sore bottom. I let out a squeak so loud and high-pitched, I didn’t even know I was capable of making that type of noise!
I felt his left hand holding me down and then he swung the belt once more and it came crashing down on my bottom. I made that loud squeal again, but before I had time to regain myself, it came crashing down again and again until I was sobbing and making those loud awful noises nonstop. I buried my face into the cushion and cried. All I could do was cry. Even when I heard him throw the belt onto the floor, I couldn’t stop crying. I felt so guilty for letting him down when he’d done so much for me. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t the only reason I was crying. My bottom was throbbing especially at my sit spots and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.
He finally lifted me from the couch and cradled me in his arms. “I’m sorry I had to do that, Jess. I love you so much. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you.”
I nodded. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out inbetween sobs.
He held me closer. “I know, Jess. I know.”
“I’ll never do it again,” I promised.
“Good girl.”
I finally stopped crying and pulled my panties and pants back up then washed my face and decided to rest for a while, on my stomach of course. Later that night I found a stash I had hidden under my bed and gave it to Jared, letting him know that I didn’t need it nor want it anymore. He smiled and hugged me and told me how much he loved me. Aside from my throbbing backside, I felt much better.
03 February 2004
Story: Procrastination Is... Bad
Second part of the Roommates mini series. Candy needs a helping hand to keep from procrastinating.
Procrastination is... Bad
by Breanna Carter
My freshman year in college, I had a roommate named Candy who was totally adorable and a great roommate. We got along great, especially after the first spanking each of us received from the other. See, she had a problem with procrastination and I had a problem with keeping a clean room. I guess sometimes you just need a mother figure to keep you straight.
Anyway, it'd been a couple of months since that incident and, well, the room stayed a little cleaner than I'd have liked it and Candy's work was usually done before the day it was due. Needless to say, we lived in a happy environment.
One particular day, though, I noticed that Candy was a little more antsy than usual. She basically sat on her bed all evening, typing away on her laptop. I didn't pay much attention to it, I had my own work to do. It was about eleven that night when she finally said, "Goddammit! Why am I such a procrastinator! This paper is due in nine hours and I haven't even started!"
That's when it clicked. "CANDY!" I yelled. "You haven't started! Why not!"
She bit her lip and looked over the laptop into my eyes. She was so adorable, two years older than me, yes, but she still looked like a 16 or 17 year old. Her brown hair was in a ponytail. It was hard to believe that I was the 18 year old.
"Because," she began, not really knowing what to say. "Because I haven't," she stammered.
"I thought we had an agreement."
She shook her head.
"Yes, we did, Candace," I said, using her full name for effect. "We agreed that you'd keep your work done and not wait til the last minute and I'd keep the room clean. And what'd we decide would happen if either of us neglected to do as we were supposed to?"
She hung her head. "That we'd get a spanking... but I really don't have time, Breanna... I have to get this paper done."
I scooted over to her bed where all that was open was AOL Instant Messenger and a fansite for a TV show that Candy always watched.
"Yeah, right... I love how you're actually *trying* to get the paper finished. Come on, Candy, pants down and get over my knee."
"Breanna... I'm serious. I don't have time for this."
"Yet you have time for AngelLuvr08 and a website dedicated to..." I tried to read the name on the webpage, but I couldn't make out what it said, so I settled with, "that guy."
"No, I don't... I was just about to start researching."
"The more you fight me, the more time you're wasting."
She didn't let up, though. "Don't worry about it. I'll just finish this report."
"Since you're being so incorrigible, I'll just have to use the slipper," I concluded.
This got her going. "WHAT!? You can't do that!"
"If you'd just do as your told and stop arguing, this would be much easier on you." Somehow, I was remaining calm. "Now, I'm going to get my slipper, and you'd better have your pants down by the time I got back, or I'll find my hairbrush, got it?"
She scowled, but after I'd found my slipper in the closet, she was standing there in only a T-shirt and white cotton panties.
"Good girl," I said, then sat down on the straight backed chair for our desk. You couldn't tell it was a desk... it never held actual school stuff, just movies, clothes, whatever else we managed to pile on there... "Okay, over you go." It must have looked ridiculous, having an 18 year old spank her 20 year old roommate.
But she complied and lay herself over my lap, quivering a little and taking deep breaths in.
I, myself, took a deep breath in, too. I wasn't completely sure of what I was doing, but I'd have to at least pretend.
I tugged her panties down to her knees and exposed her round bottom. It looked so tender and inviting... I wondered how my bottom looked when I was over her lap like that.
"Procrastination is bad," I lectured, trying to think of something that sounded good but that's all I could think of. I brought the slipper up high and sent it crashing down on her bum. She yelped. "And we agreed that we'd do what we were supposed to. And you knew the consequences." I brought it down again, this time a little lower, on her sit spots. She yelped again. "You know that you shouldn't wait until the last minute to do a paper!" I scolded and sent three more blows to her rear end. I took a deep breath, then realized that I wasn't getting the message across. I decided I'd have to be tougher on her.
I lifted the slipper again and sent a harder smack right on the sit spot again and she yelped, and then I sent another and another and another until I was spanking in rhythm and she was practically begging me to stop.
"Bre-OW-anna! OUCH! That OW hurts!" she cried.
"Good! Maybe I'm getting my point across!" *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*
She was struggling by this time and I was having a hard time keeping her still. "Hey! Stop squirming so much!" I scolded, adding three very hard smacks to her red bottom.
I kept spanking and spanking until she was crying and her bottom was dark red. I let the slipper drop to the floor and I rubbed her warm backside. "Shhh, shhh, Candy. It's okay," I said soothingly. I just kept rubbing her bottom and letting her cry quietly until she was ready to get up. I lifted her and held her in my arms.
"That hurt a lot," she whispered in my ear.
I let out a soft smile. "I know, babe. I'm sorry. But you gotta get your work done, okay?"
She nodded.
I lifted her from my lap and cleared off the desk a little. "I want you to sit down on the chair and do your report. That way, it'll reinforce the lesson. Got it?"
She let out a puppy face, but I didn't buy it.
When she noticed that, she said, "fine," and rolled her eyes, bringing her laptop over and sitting down on the chair, wincing in pain. I just sat on my bed, watching her as she shifted uncomfortably and typed away on the computer, this time typing the paper instead of talking to someone who loved Angel. I smiled then gave her a hug. She hugged me back.
"You're the coolest roommate ever," she told me.
I shook my head. "Nah, YOU'RE the coolest roommate ever."
Procrastination is... Bad
by Breanna Carter
My freshman year in college, I had a roommate named Candy who was totally adorable and a great roommate. We got along great, especially after the first spanking each of us received from the other. See, she had a problem with procrastination and I had a problem with keeping a clean room. I guess sometimes you just need a mother figure to keep you straight.
Anyway, it'd been a couple of months since that incident and, well, the room stayed a little cleaner than I'd have liked it and Candy's work was usually done before the day it was due. Needless to say, we lived in a happy environment.
One particular day, though, I noticed that Candy was a little more antsy than usual. She basically sat on her bed all evening, typing away on her laptop. I didn't pay much attention to it, I had my own work to do. It was about eleven that night when she finally said, "Goddammit! Why am I such a procrastinator! This paper is due in nine hours and I haven't even started!"
That's when it clicked. "CANDY!" I yelled. "You haven't started! Why not!"
She bit her lip and looked over the laptop into my eyes. She was so adorable, two years older than me, yes, but she still looked like a 16 or 17 year old. Her brown hair was in a ponytail. It was hard to believe that I was the 18 year old.
"Because," she began, not really knowing what to say. "Because I haven't," she stammered.
"I thought we had an agreement."
She shook her head.
"Yes, we did, Candace," I said, using her full name for effect. "We agreed that you'd keep your work done and not wait til the last minute and I'd keep the room clean. And what'd we decide would happen if either of us neglected to do as we were supposed to?"
She hung her head. "That we'd get a spanking... but I really don't have time, Breanna... I have to get this paper done."
I scooted over to her bed where all that was open was AOL Instant Messenger and a fansite for a TV show that Candy always watched.
"Yeah, right... I love how you're actually *trying* to get the paper finished. Come on, Candy, pants down and get over my knee."
"Breanna... I'm serious. I don't have time for this."
"Yet you have time for AngelLuvr08 and a website dedicated to..." I tried to read the name on the webpage, but I couldn't make out what it said, so I settled with, "that guy."
"No, I don't... I was just about to start researching."
"The more you fight me, the more time you're wasting."
She didn't let up, though. "Don't worry about it. I'll just finish this report."
"Since you're being so incorrigible, I'll just have to use the slipper," I concluded.
This got her going. "WHAT!? You can't do that!"
"If you'd just do as your told and stop arguing, this would be much easier on you." Somehow, I was remaining calm. "Now, I'm going to get my slipper, and you'd better have your pants down by the time I got back, or I'll find my hairbrush, got it?"
She scowled, but after I'd found my slipper in the closet, she was standing there in only a T-shirt and white cotton panties.
"Good girl," I said, then sat down on the straight backed chair for our desk. You couldn't tell it was a desk... it never held actual school stuff, just movies, clothes, whatever else we managed to pile on there... "Okay, over you go." It must have looked ridiculous, having an 18 year old spank her 20 year old roommate.
But she complied and lay herself over my lap, quivering a little and taking deep breaths in.
I, myself, took a deep breath in, too. I wasn't completely sure of what I was doing, but I'd have to at least pretend.
I tugged her panties down to her knees and exposed her round bottom. It looked so tender and inviting... I wondered how my bottom looked when I was over her lap like that.
"Procrastination is bad," I lectured, trying to think of something that sounded good but that's all I could think of. I brought the slipper up high and sent it crashing down on her bum. She yelped. "And we agreed that we'd do what we were supposed to. And you knew the consequences." I brought it down again, this time a little lower, on her sit spots. She yelped again. "You know that you shouldn't wait until the last minute to do a paper!" I scolded and sent three more blows to her rear end. I took a deep breath, then realized that I wasn't getting the message across. I decided I'd have to be tougher on her.
I lifted the slipper again and sent a harder smack right on the sit spot again and she yelped, and then I sent another and another and another until I was spanking in rhythm and she was practically begging me to stop.
"Bre-OW-anna! OUCH! That OW hurts!" she cried.
"Good! Maybe I'm getting my point across!" *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*
She was struggling by this time and I was having a hard time keeping her still. "Hey! Stop squirming so much!" I scolded, adding three very hard smacks to her red bottom.
I kept spanking and spanking until she was crying and her bottom was dark red. I let the slipper drop to the floor and I rubbed her warm backside. "Shhh, shhh, Candy. It's okay," I said soothingly. I just kept rubbing her bottom and letting her cry quietly until she was ready to get up. I lifted her and held her in my arms.
"That hurt a lot," she whispered in my ear.
I let out a soft smile. "I know, babe. I'm sorry. But you gotta get your work done, okay?"
She nodded.
I lifted her from my lap and cleared off the desk a little. "I want you to sit down on the chair and do your report. That way, it'll reinforce the lesson. Got it?"
She let out a puppy face, but I didn't buy it.
When she noticed that, she said, "fine," and rolled her eyes, bringing her laptop over and sitting down on the chair, wincing in pain. I just sat on my bed, watching her as she shifted uncomfortably and typed away on the computer, this time typing the paper instead of talking to someone who loved Angel. I smiled then gave her a hug. She hugged me back.
"You're the coolest roommate ever," she told me.
I shook my head. "Nah, YOU'RE the coolest roommate ever."
29 January 2004
Story: State Championships
Part of the Terrence/Brianna series. Time for state championships and the soccer team heads south to face the best teams in the state. On the bus trip back home, a game of Truth or Dare ends badly.
State Championships
by Breanna Carter
State championships... ah what a joy. Anastasia and I were so anxious to get on the field and feel that rush again... it was hard to wait a whole month! We trained hard the whole month, scoring as many goals as we could, defending as many goals as we could, running until we collapsed. It was great. A month is no time when you’re training, but a month lasts forever when you’re excited about something. You’d think that they would cancel each other out, but they didn’t. So we worked hard and trained and got giddy about the competition. The cool thing was that the coach was no longer mad at me for fighting. She just made me promise that I would not try any of that stuff at the state championships or I’d be kicked off the team for good. I told her not to worry, I’d learned my lesson.
When the week of the championships came around, we had so much adrenaline that we could run twice as long without collapsing and we could do tons more exercises. Our coach made sure that we ate fruit for breakfast every morning by calling us, and if we said that we didn’t have any, she’d bring an apple up to school for us to eat. It was pretty cool, being on a team like this, especially with all of the praise we got.
An even cooler thing was that the boys’ soccer team was going to Baton Rouge with us. They were travelling in a separate bus, but we were all going to be in the same hotel so we could all go swimming after we won the championships. We had another scrimmage that Wednesday for the school to see, and obviously, the boys had stepped it up a bit, 'cause we tied this time. I guess that couldn’t be a bad thing, 'cause we were both extremely good teams, and the boys were supposed to be stronger and faster than us, so at least they would win the championship.
That Thursday, we went through half of the school day, having our pep rally during 4th and 5th period, then leaving right afterwards with the gym cheering and clapping us on. We had people make a little tunnel for us and as each person went through everyone slapped them on the back, wishing them luck at the game. We came out of there really feeling like the toughest shit in the world, and knowing that if we didn’t win the state championships, the people who did were good enough to be professionals.
We had a five hour long bus ride ahead of us. I’d been to Baton Rouge only once before on a school trip for this gifted class I was in. Yeah, when I was in fifth grade I was gifted. Lucky me. Of course, a five hour long bus ride can’t be that boring when you’re sitting in the back by the window with your best friends surrounding you. We all gossiped and played the mafia game where everyone gets a card and that decides whether your the mafia or not, and then the mafia wakes up and kills someone. It was a really spiffy game, seeing as we were all immature. Later on the bus ride, we begged the coach to let us share the next bus ride with the boys. But, she wouldn’t let us, which sucked. So, we decided to tell stories about bad work experiences or bad school experiences. Everyone wanted to know if I really got kicked out of school or if it was just a rumor. So, I had to set them straight and let 'em know that it was true, but not a cool thing at all and I’d never even get near any weed again.
We finally arrived in the lovely city of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I really hated the Deep South because it was filled with people who talked weirder than me and it was always hot down there. I do admit, though, that it was slightly bigger than Shreveport. I wished that our state championships were in New Orleans. From what I’ve heard, that’s a much better city than Baton Rouge. But the championships weren’t there, so I had to be content with what I had.
We stayed in a nice hotel, one that towered over us as if it were a skyscraper or something. I threw my suitcase over my shoulder and grabbed my soccer bag, then followed the coach inside where she handed us each our keys and told us that we were having a special dinner at a nice restaurant in an hour, to get dressed in decent clothes and meet her downstairs at 6:30. We all nodded in agreement and I decided to walk up the stairs since the other kids wanted to ride the elevator, and I could probably use the extra exercise. I did not, however, beat Anastasia and Jayna to our room because they were the first to get on the elevator. Lucky them.
The room was spectacular. It was fairly large with a refrigerator and a couch and two different TVs and two double beds with a lamp beside each one. I claimed the bed closest to the wall, and Anastasia claimed it about the same time, so the other two were stuck sleeping next to the couch. I decided to go ahead and change into my skirt and long sleeved shirt, so I’d look halfway nice for the dinner, and then I brushed my hair and stuff. The others were still going through their things, putting them into the drawers and stuff, but I figured that was pointless since we were only going to be there for two days. I watched Friends until they decided they were ready to go, and I turned the TV off and followed them downstairs to the lobby. There were a few groups of people scattered around everywhere, and we headed towards the one that consisted of Ashton and some of the girls from our team and another boy or two. I grinned as I saw Ashton.
“Well, you’re looking nice today,” a boy said, smiling at me.
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“Oh geeze,” Jayna said. “Get a room.” She rolled her eyes and I blushed more and laughed uncomfortably.
I was glad that the coach came into the room and began talking before I had to reply to Jayna’s statement. “Okay everyone!” she yelled over the crowd. “Listen up. You can choose which bus you're on for tonight, but that means we’re not going to be checking the roll, so if you miss the bus, you’re walking back to the hotel.”
I giggled, still feeling uncomfortable. I felt the boy’s hand on my shoulder and it made me a little nervous, but didn’t bother me. I mean, there wasn’t a chance of me and Ashton, so maybe this guy, who was cute, might I add, was a potential boyfriend.
We were all dismissed from the hotel and got on the ugly yellow school busses. This time, for some reason, I ended up sitting in the back next to Ashton. That was totally weird for me because, uh, I figured that Anastasia would snatch the seat up before anyone else. But hey, I wasn’t complaining. We just sat back there giggling about dumb things that either Anastasia or I had done, and Ana joined in, along with the guy who was sitting next to her, and it was loads of fun. I wished so desperately that Ashton was single and interested in me. Or at least interested in me. But, I knew I’d always be like a little sister to him and I just sighed, wishing that things didn’t always happen the way they did.
“What about at that one game, Bri? The time that you were going to kick the ball, but instead you slipped and fell flat on your ass! Remember that?” Anastasia said, laughing hysterically.
I glared at her and opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the dumb coach talking again and telling us to follow her inside because she had reservations.
Dinner was uneventful. We, uh, ate. I guess that’s what most people do at dinner. The coaches pep-talked the team and congratulated everyone for making it that far then proposed a toast to our winning the next day. I had steak that night, steak and a baked potato and a chocolate fudge brownie ice cream thing for dessert. It was sooooo yummy and I knew I wouldn’t forget that night for the rest of my life.
After we got back to the hotel, everyone scattered, ignoring the coaches that yelled at us to be back in our rooms by eleven. I didn’t figure anyone would be back, but it didn’t matter to me. I had my heart set on going swimming with Anastasia and Jayna and Ashton and his friend Trey and a few other people from the soccer teams. I quickly ran up the stairs to my room, racing with Anastasia who also decided to run up the stairs, and I beat her by a couple of steps, only 'cause I had already been up the stairs before and she hadn’t.
I inserted the key into the lock and we raced inside, seeing that Jayna was once again, already there, and already changed into her suit.
“What took you so long?”
“Stairs!” Anastasia exclaimed, grinning.
Jayna rolled her eyes at us. “Well, hurry up and change! I’ve got my eye on this Trey kid and I want to get down there and see him!”
I grinned then I changed into my swim suit, put some shorts on over it, and we walked downstairs to the indoor pool and jumped in.
Friday morning, we were awakened bright and early by the loud ringing of a wake up call from our coach. She told us to be dressed in some workout clothes, then to come to the lobby, using the stairs, and be there in five minutes. I groaned, but dressed myself quickly because Jayna and Stacie said that she timed us. I thought that was weird. None the less, we dressed hurriedly, then left our room, practically running down the hall and meeting some of our teammates on the way to the stairs, then we ran down the stairs and made it to the lobby where nearly everyone else was already sitting. “A minute late, girls. That’s two extra laps today.”
My mouth dropped. Two extra laps? I didn’t complain, though, just followed everyone to the continental breakfast and ate some cheerios, without sugar, a banana, and a glass of orange juice. Everyone had to have at least one fruit and either a glass of orange juice or milk. Then we got on the bus and we went to an open field, where we filed out, single file, onto the field. First she had us doing push-ups, then sit-ups, and then we did these other exercises, then we ran. We all ran a mile, and then those of us who were late had to run two extra laps, and some other girls had to run another mile. Finally, we were able to sit down in the grass. Everything had happened in such a hurry that I had no idea what time it was.
“Good work, girls.” She looked towards Anastasia and me. “I know this is new to some of you, but in order for us to be the best, we have to be ready for anything. We have to be able to work fast and think fast. This morning we’re going to practice thinking fast, making quick decisions. We’re going to exercise our minds as well as our bodies.”
I raised my eyebrows to Anastasia who just kind of shrugged.
“We’re also going to learn the importance of teamwork and communication.” She paused. “All right everyone, on your feet!” We all stood simultaneously. First, we did some easy stuff, passing the soccer ball to one another in a big circle and not letting it exit the circle. Then we did a three legged race, and added another player on until the entire team could run to the finish line without falling. That’s what you call strenuous. Then, we had to get in a tight circle and all sit down at the same time, which is more confusing than you’d think. We had to sit down on each others’ legs and not fall. On our last mission, we split up into two teams and each had a certain type of disability, but we couldn’t talk to each other and let them know what it was. Some of us were blind, others could not walk, and others couldn’t see or talk. We had to try and beat the other team over to the finish line, but we had to work as a team to do it. It was pretty challenging, to say the least. Finally, after doing tons of different missions, we all sat in a circle with our water bottles, drinking a little and not talking. She ordered us all to sit Indian-style and close our eyes, to breathe deep breaths. I felt like I was in a fourth grade gym class... or even a psychologist’s office. She told us to clear our minds and think about nothing, not think about the game and not think about any of the noises. She told us to relax our bodies. After I finally got myself entirely relaxed and stress-free, I felt great. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then she told us to open our eyes and everyone looked different, better.
“You girls are the greatest team that our school has ever seen. I know that we can win the championships.” We all smiled equally as big and then we did that circle thing again where we all put our hands in the middle, chant then exclaim loudly how we’re going to win. “Girls, when we get back to the hotel room, I want you all to take your showers and rest until I call you for practice again.” We all nodded. “See you this afternoon.”
We ran to the bus and I took my normal seat next to Anastasia. “That was interesting,” I said.
“Yeah, sure was,” she answered. “I feel great now. I feel our team growing stronger and stronger. We’re definitely going to win.”
I grinned and nodded. I had the same feeling that she did about winning. I didn’t doubt it at all.
It’s hard when you have four stinky girls in the same room who all want a shower. We almost had to draw straws to see who’d go first, and not 'cause we were all racing. We actually all offered for someone else to take a shower until finally Jayna stood up and said that she would go, and we’d have to decide amongst ourselves who would go next.
Everything in the room was mellow and calm. The three of us lay on our beds and breathed deeply, freeing our minds and mentally preparing for the game. It was physically and mentally hard to play a state soccer game. You had to deal with a lot of stress and tons of running and playing. By the end of the night, we’d be so worn out. But, we knew we could do it. We’d been preparing for this all year.
After showering and changing into our uniforms, we all hugged each other and wished a good game, then headed down the stairs. I tried my hardest to keep breathing and not get too nervous. It was only noon and I still had a full day ahead of me. The coach gave us all fruit for lunch... surprise. Finally, we all got on the bus. It seemed so quiet... everyone was nervous about the game and nobody was talking, except the team captain... but nobody was talking to her so she was kind of... you know, talking to herself.
We pulled up to the massive stadium. There were tons of different fields where some teams had already started playing. Our first game was scheduled for one o’clock. “All right, team,” the team captain began. “You’re all going to do great. Just go in there and pretend like it’s a regular home game and everyone’s cheering for you. If you just work hard and do all the stuff we’ve practiced, everything should go by smoothly.”
We all nodded and then we yelled and chanted with excitement that we were going to kick ass and win for sure, then we marched off of the bus and onto the field. We did some warming up, kicking the ball into the goal, passing to one another, and, of course, our exercises. And by the time we had finished with all of that stuff, we were all psyched up and ready to go. I felt like I was just having a scrimmage against the guys, even if the other team was full of girls. I guess everyone else felt that way, too, 'cause we definitely won like it was something we did every day. I guess we DID do it everyday.
Anyway, to make a long story shorter, we won all of the games that we played on Friday. By the end of the night, it was 9pm and we were exhausted and aching and everything, but we had high spirits because we won the games and we’d be competing the next day for the state cup, and we weren’t worried at all. We even went out for ice cream after the games, although we were all hot, sweaty, and tired from the games. But we wanted to celebrate our victories. We got back to the hotel about 10. The coach announced that since the game wasn’t until late in the evening, we wouldn’t have to get up at any certain time, but we’d be due downstairs by one. Which really meant that we had to get up by noon.
On the way back to our rooms, Anastasia and I were walking down the hallway and we spotted Ashton getting a coke out of the machine in his adorable PJ pants and a white undershirt. I mentally giggled, then Ana snuck up behind him and began tickling his tummy. He giggled hysterically and tried to make her stop and finally began tickling her himself. “How’d you do?!!! How’d you do!?!?” he asked giddily. I could tell that THEY had won.
“We won!!!” Ana said ecstatically.
“YAY!” He began jumping up and down and hugging us. I tried to pull away because I was so sweaty and smelly, but he wouldn’t let me. “I was going to come by the room in a few minutes and see if you guys won. I saw some of the game, and you looked like you were playing awesome.” He paused then looked at me. “Oh, and I saw Terrence.”
“Yeah, he decided to come down but promised that he wouldn’t bug me,” I said, laughing.
He laughed, too. “Imagine how Anastasia feels...” he said, putting her in a headlock. “ I’m EVERYWHERE she goes, mwahahaha.”
She struggled then punched him in the stomach and he let go, still grinning.
“So’d you guys win?” Anastasia asked.
“YUP!”
She gave him a high five. “Very awesome,” she said, then looked at me, probably reading my thoughts about how sexy Ashton looked in those PJ pants and the white undershirt. We stood there for a minute in this awkward silence and Ana finally spoke up. “Well, we need to get a shower 'cause we smell bad!”
He smiled. “Okay. Have fun. See you guys tomorrow.”
I smiled back. “Later, Ashton.”
I walked on clouds back to my room. Everything seemed so unreal... I had managed to make it to the state championships and obsess over Ashton all in the same day. This was so great!
The next morning we woke a little after ten. I was the second awake, the first being Anastasia who turned on the TV quietly, but it ended up waking me anyway. We talked softly for a little while until the other two woke up and we decided to get some breakfast, probably fruit, but maybe something decent while we were at it. So we walked to Burger King which was across the street and ordered some crossainwiches and then drank some orange juice so we could get our daily dose of vitamins. We replayed the games in our heads and laughed and talked loudly until we finished stuffing our faces and headed back to the hotel to rest up for a little while. We met downstairs at one and went to our field and did some exercises and passed the ball around, then just tried to close our minds to the nervousness that we all felt. It was an overcast day, the perfect weather to play soccer. I just hoped it didn’t rain until after we played, because it would suck to try to play the state championships in the mud.
We went back to the room and took a shower and got all cleaned up then met downstairs where the guys were and they were ecstatic about their game 'cause they had seen the opposing team play before and knew how much they sucked. The coach told us that we were going to watch some of the guys’ game, but between the second and third quarter, we’d go so we could warm up for our game.
We could pretty much tell the outcome of the game by the first quarter after four goals had been scored against the other team. We were so ecstatic and not even nervous anymore because we knew that we could win.
Of course, as the game began and the other team was on the field, we found out that the challenge was more than we imagined. The team was really good and had an awesome defense, and nobody scored a goal until the second quarter when somehow I managed to slip past the defense. The goalie wasn’t that good... maybe that’s why they had such a great defense. But, after the first goal, we were more pumped than ever and Jayna scored another, then I scored another, then the team captain scored one. It’s scary when I score more than the team captain. Anyway, the other team tried to keep the ball on the other side of the field, but it was hard since we had six really strong girls keeping it away from there. They scored a point, earned a foul that gave us a free kick and we scored that point, and in the fourth quarter we scored one more point to leave us winning 6-1. It took a minute for reality to hit that we had won and that the stadium was cheering for us and this rush of excitement came over me and I jumped up and all of a sudden, nine other girls hit me, then the rest of the team who was sitting on the bench. I was in the middle of a huge crowd of people and everyone was screaming with excitement, then the coach walked over with this huge trophy and we bombarded her and everyone put their hands on the trophy and I could feel our picture being taken by the local newspaper and I was so ecstatic that I almost passed out with excitement. Then the boys’ team ran on field, then everyone from the school ran on field and we were heroes!
After a while, all the hero stuff does get kind of old. After about ten minutes of being excited and stuff, we began to get so exhausted that we’d just collapse onto the ground and lie there. I think I was the third one to do it, right after Jayna. I could have just fallen asleep right there on the grass and slept forever. But they wouldn’t let me. They were dragging me up and shoving me towards the bus and yelling in my ears. Ashton came to congratulate us and then Terrence did and said that he never saw me play that well in my life. I just grinned widely and hugged him and was so glad that he loved me that much, 'cause I don’t know what I’d have done without him. He patted me on the back then said that he’d meet me at the school, then I nodded and somehow I got the trophy in my hand and we all ran to the bus like a couple of elementary school kids. It was great.
Anyway, so on the bus, we were having our own little party in the backseat with all the juniors and seniors and Anastasia. Somehow the idea of truth or dare got brought up. And before we knew it, we were being all loud and obnoxious and daring each other to kiss and flash passing cars and asking people their deepest darkest secrets. And then it was my turn.
I thought of my options. Pick truth and risk everyone knowing about my punishments at home, or pick dare and do something totally stupid that all the other girls had already done. Clearly, it wasn’t a hard decision.
“Dare!” I exclaimed.
The girls gave each other a high five and explained that it was MY turn to flash the next car that passed. I nodded, not worried about this at all 'cause it was dark and wasn’t like anyone could see my boobs anyway. I remember in fifth grade how we used to flash people, like we HAD anything to show. Anyway.
So we all saw the car coming up, just a normal car with a man inside, probably travelling back from visiting his grandchildren or something. I felt bad doing this to an old man, but hey, who really cares! We were just having fun. So everyone was cheering me on and I waited for the car to edge up to the back of the bus, then I lifted my shirt and my bra and waved my chest around proudly. The man looked up at me and I was surprised he didn’t wreck with the look he had on his face. My friends who saw it laughed and gave me a high five exclaiming to the others the look that the man had on his face. We all giggled and laughed hysterically until we saw flashing lights behind us. Then, we just kind of stopped and looked back. Um... were we speeding?
Next thing I knew, the bus was pulling over and this old man was stepping on the bus and explaining to the coach that a student in the backseat of the bus was exposing body parts out the window and that was a serious offense in the court of law. I slid down in my seat and was thankful for the darkness because I was blushing so badly. Everyone was turning around to look at me and I felt so humiliated. The coach apologized for my behavior and assured the man that this would be taken care of. I took it upon myself to apologize as well, then he stepped off the bus.
“Brianna, up to the front of the bus,” the coach yelled. I gulped and stood up, moving towards the front of the bus and Anastasia patted me on the back trying to reassure me that everything would be okay. I made it to the front seat and the coach stood up and told me to sit in her seat. And I sat in the front of the bus next to the coach like I was a five year old who couldn’t handle sitting next to the other kids. “I don’t think that your brother will be too happy about this,” she murmured. I sank down in my seat. Terrence definitely DIDN’T need to know about this...
Of course, he found out. The minute we got off the bus and I saw Terrence I tried to rush him out of there, but it was too late. The coach was calling his name and asking to speak with him for a minute. She explained to him that I flashed an unmarked police car and that he had pulled the bus over and considered arresting me. That was the last thing I needed, getting arrested again. Terrence just glared at me every couple of seconds and I kept my eyes focused on the ground beneath me. Finally, she shut up and Terrence practically shoved me to the car. I plopped down in the seat and looked out the window where Anastasia and Ashton were standing and I waved goodbye to them, like I was being sentenced to ten years in jail or something and they waved back and I felt so stupid for having flashed a cop car out of all of the things I could have flashed...
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Terrence yelled, slamming the keys into the ignition and turning them angrily then backing out of the parking lot.
“Uhmmm... well, we were playing truth or dare and...”
“What if he would have taken you off the bus and arrested you?!” he interrupted. “What if he would have been some old man perv who followed you to the school then kidnapped you and raped you!” His ideas were a little farfetched. “And don’t give me that look, Brianna Nicole, because you know that something like that could very well happen.” I tried not to roll my eyes. “Well, we’re going to have a long talk about this when we get home,” he concluded.
Then I protested. “But it’s not fair!” I said, slamming my fist down on the console. “I’m the only girl my age that still gets spanked! I’m too old for that!”
He looked at me. “Brianna, you are never too old to get spanked and as long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules and my punishments, do you understand me?”
I almost started crying. I didn’t want a spanking. I honestly didn’t think that I actually deserved one... “Yes, sir,” I muttered. A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Bri... I know you don’t understand, but someday you will.”
I just wiped the tear away and ignored him. Right then the only thing I was concerned about was my bottom.
We pulled into the driveway and I walked slowly towards the door, pacing myself for what was ahead. We finally got inside and Terrence shut the door behind us, locked the door, then took his jacket off. He sat down on the couch. “Come here,” he said sternly.
I shuffled to his side.
“Brianna, you’re only 16 years old, and you know that older men will try and take advantage of you, especially if you give them incentive.”
I nodded.
“If that guy would have been some pedophile creep, he might not have kidnapped you tonight, but he could have stalked you and eventually gotten around to it. And I don’t want that happening to you. Your my little sister and I care about you too much to let you find yourself in that kind of situation, okay?”
“Okay,” I said quietly, staring at the floor. He lifted my chin and made me look into his eyes. He looked so worried about me. I let another tear slip down my cheek, this time because I felt bad 'cause Terrence was the only person who cared about me and time after time I let him down. “I’m sorry,” I muttered then hugged him tightly and pulled my pants down to my knees then lay myself across his lap. I felt him tug my panties down and I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe deeply.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He wasted no time getting into rhythm... and he also didn’t warm up... just started spanking as rapidly and hard as possible. By the 15th smack or so, I was already squirming and exclaiming my pain and by the 30th smack I was kicking and yelping. Even through all the kicking and yelping and begging and pleading, he didn’t let up one bit. My bottom was on fire and I just wanted him to stop so I could at least have a tiny break and feel some cool air, but he didn’t stop and my bottom just kept getting more roasted. And before I knew it, I was bawling into the couch cushions that had soaked up tons of snot and tears already before, and now it was soaking up more. And I was crying so heavily that I began hiccupping and I couldn’t stop crying to save my life, even after he stopped spanking and tried to soothe and console me.
For a while the only thing that could be heard in the house was my crying and hiccupping, and then when that died down, there was no noise. It was just all silence.
Finally, Terrence spoke. “I love you, Bri.”
“I love you, too,” I answered.
He picked me up and hugged me and I let out a slight smile then pulled my panties and pants back up and wiped the tears out of my eyes.
“Goodnight,” I said then hobbled to my room where I flopped down on my bed, exhausted from all the playing soccer and getting spanked. It took me no time to drift into a peaceful sleep where my bottom didn’t hurt until the next morning when I woke up.
State Championships
by Breanna Carter
State championships... ah what a joy. Anastasia and I were so anxious to get on the field and feel that rush again... it was hard to wait a whole month! We trained hard the whole month, scoring as many goals as we could, defending as many goals as we could, running until we collapsed. It was great. A month is no time when you’re training, but a month lasts forever when you’re excited about something. You’d think that they would cancel each other out, but they didn’t. So we worked hard and trained and got giddy about the competition. The cool thing was that the coach was no longer mad at me for fighting. She just made me promise that I would not try any of that stuff at the state championships or I’d be kicked off the team for good. I told her not to worry, I’d learned my lesson.
When the week of the championships came around, we had so much adrenaline that we could run twice as long without collapsing and we could do tons more exercises. Our coach made sure that we ate fruit for breakfast every morning by calling us, and if we said that we didn’t have any, she’d bring an apple up to school for us to eat. It was pretty cool, being on a team like this, especially with all of the praise we got.
An even cooler thing was that the boys’ soccer team was going to Baton Rouge with us. They were travelling in a separate bus, but we were all going to be in the same hotel so we could all go swimming after we won the championships. We had another scrimmage that Wednesday for the school to see, and obviously, the boys had stepped it up a bit, 'cause we tied this time. I guess that couldn’t be a bad thing, 'cause we were both extremely good teams, and the boys were supposed to be stronger and faster than us, so at least they would win the championship.
That Thursday, we went through half of the school day, having our pep rally during 4th and 5th period, then leaving right afterwards with the gym cheering and clapping us on. We had people make a little tunnel for us and as each person went through everyone slapped them on the back, wishing them luck at the game. We came out of there really feeling like the toughest shit in the world, and knowing that if we didn’t win the state championships, the people who did were good enough to be professionals.
We had a five hour long bus ride ahead of us. I’d been to Baton Rouge only once before on a school trip for this gifted class I was in. Yeah, when I was in fifth grade I was gifted. Lucky me. Of course, a five hour long bus ride can’t be that boring when you’re sitting in the back by the window with your best friends surrounding you. We all gossiped and played the mafia game where everyone gets a card and that decides whether your the mafia or not, and then the mafia wakes up and kills someone. It was a really spiffy game, seeing as we were all immature. Later on the bus ride, we begged the coach to let us share the next bus ride with the boys. But, she wouldn’t let us, which sucked. So, we decided to tell stories about bad work experiences or bad school experiences. Everyone wanted to know if I really got kicked out of school or if it was just a rumor. So, I had to set them straight and let 'em know that it was true, but not a cool thing at all and I’d never even get near any weed again.
We finally arrived in the lovely city of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I really hated the Deep South because it was filled with people who talked weirder than me and it was always hot down there. I do admit, though, that it was slightly bigger than Shreveport. I wished that our state championships were in New Orleans. From what I’ve heard, that’s a much better city than Baton Rouge. But the championships weren’t there, so I had to be content with what I had.
We stayed in a nice hotel, one that towered over us as if it were a skyscraper or something. I threw my suitcase over my shoulder and grabbed my soccer bag, then followed the coach inside where she handed us each our keys and told us that we were having a special dinner at a nice restaurant in an hour, to get dressed in decent clothes and meet her downstairs at 6:30. We all nodded in agreement and I decided to walk up the stairs since the other kids wanted to ride the elevator, and I could probably use the extra exercise. I did not, however, beat Anastasia and Jayna to our room because they were the first to get on the elevator. Lucky them.
The room was spectacular. It was fairly large with a refrigerator and a couch and two different TVs and two double beds with a lamp beside each one. I claimed the bed closest to the wall, and Anastasia claimed it about the same time, so the other two were stuck sleeping next to the couch. I decided to go ahead and change into my skirt and long sleeved shirt, so I’d look halfway nice for the dinner, and then I brushed my hair and stuff. The others were still going through their things, putting them into the drawers and stuff, but I figured that was pointless since we were only going to be there for two days. I watched Friends until they decided they were ready to go, and I turned the TV off and followed them downstairs to the lobby. There were a few groups of people scattered around everywhere, and we headed towards the one that consisted of Ashton and some of the girls from our team and another boy or two. I grinned as I saw Ashton.
“Well, you’re looking nice today,” a boy said, smiling at me.
I blushed. “Thanks.”
“Oh geeze,” Jayna said. “Get a room.” She rolled her eyes and I blushed more and laughed uncomfortably.
I was glad that the coach came into the room and began talking before I had to reply to Jayna’s statement. “Okay everyone!” she yelled over the crowd. “Listen up. You can choose which bus you're on for tonight, but that means we’re not going to be checking the roll, so if you miss the bus, you’re walking back to the hotel.”
I giggled, still feeling uncomfortable. I felt the boy’s hand on my shoulder and it made me a little nervous, but didn’t bother me. I mean, there wasn’t a chance of me and Ashton, so maybe this guy, who was cute, might I add, was a potential boyfriend.
We were all dismissed from the hotel and got on the ugly yellow school busses. This time, for some reason, I ended up sitting in the back next to Ashton. That was totally weird for me because, uh, I figured that Anastasia would snatch the seat up before anyone else. But hey, I wasn’t complaining. We just sat back there giggling about dumb things that either Anastasia or I had done, and Ana joined in, along with the guy who was sitting next to her, and it was loads of fun. I wished so desperately that Ashton was single and interested in me. Or at least interested in me. But, I knew I’d always be like a little sister to him and I just sighed, wishing that things didn’t always happen the way they did.
“What about at that one game, Bri? The time that you were going to kick the ball, but instead you slipped and fell flat on your ass! Remember that?” Anastasia said, laughing hysterically.
I glared at her and opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the dumb coach talking again and telling us to follow her inside because she had reservations.
Dinner was uneventful. We, uh, ate. I guess that’s what most people do at dinner. The coaches pep-talked the team and congratulated everyone for making it that far then proposed a toast to our winning the next day. I had steak that night, steak and a baked potato and a chocolate fudge brownie ice cream thing for dessert. It was sooooo yummy and I knew I wouldn’t forget that night for the rest of my life.
After we got back to the hotel, everyone scattered, ignoring the coaches that yelled at us to be back in our rooms by eleven. I didn’t figure anyone would be back, but it didn’t matter to me. I had my heart set on going swimming with Anastasia and Jayna and Ashton and his friend Trey and a few other people from the soccer teams. I quickly ran up the stairs to my room, racing with Anastasia who also decided to run up the stairs, and I beat her by a couple of steps, only 'cause I had already been up the stairs before and she hadn’t.
I inserted the key into the lock and we raced inside, seeing that Jayna was once again, already there, and already changed into her suit.
“What took you so long?”
“Stairs!” Anastasia exclaimed, grinning.
Jayna rolled her eyes at us. “Well, hurry up and change! I’ve got my eye on this Trey kid and I want to get down there and see him!”
I grinned then I changed into my swim suit, put some shorts on over it, and we walked downstairs to the indoor pool and jumped in.
Friday morning, we were awakened bright and early by the loud ringing of a wake up call from our coach. She told us to be dressed in some workout clothes, then to come to the lobby, using the stairs, and be there in five minutes. I groaned, but dressed myself quickly because Jayna and Stacie said that she timed us. I thought that was weird. None the less, we dressed hurriedly, then left our room, practically running down the hall and meeting some of our teammates on the way to the stairs, then we ran down the stairs and made it to the lobby where nearly everyone else was already sitting. “A minute late, girls. That’s two extra laps today.”
My mouth dropped. Two extra laps? I didn’t complain, though, just followed everyone to the continental breakfast and ate some cheerios, without sugar, a banana, and a glass of orange juice. Everyone had to have at least one fruit and either a glass of orange juice or milk. Then we got on the bus and we went to an open field, where we filed out, single file, onto the field. First she had us doing push-ups, then sit-ups, and then we did these other exercises, then we ran. We all ran a mile, and then those of us who were late had to run two extra laps, and some other girls had to run another mile. Finally, we were able to sit down in the grass. Everything had happened in such a hurry that I had no idea what time it was.
“Good work, girls.” She looked towards Anastasia and me. “I know this is new to some of you, but in order for us to be the best, we have to be ready for anything. We have to be able to work fast and think fast. This morning we’re going to practice thinking fast, making quick decisions. We’re going to exercise our minds as well as our bodies.”
I raised my eyebrows to Anastasia who just kind of shrugged.
“We’re also going to learn the importance of teamwork and communication.” She paused. “All right everyone, on your feet!” We all stood simultaneously. First, we did some easy stuff, passing the soccer ball to one another in a big circle and not letting it exit the circle. Then we did a three legged race, and added another player on until the entire team could run to the finish line without falling. That’s what you call strenuous. Then, we had to get in a tight circle and all sit down at the same time, which is more confusing than you’d think. We had to sit down on each others’ legs and not fall. On our last mission, we split up into two teams and each had a certain type of disability, but we couldn’t talk to each other and let them know what it was. Some of us were blind, others could not walk, and others couldn’t see or talk. We had to try and beat the other team over to the finish line, but we had to work as a team to do it. It was pretty challenging, to say the least. Finally, after doing tons of different missions, we all sat in a circle with our water bottles, drinking a little and not talking. She ordered us all to sit Indian-style and close our eyes, to breathe deep breaths. I felt like I was in a fourth grade gym class... or even a psychologist’s office. She told us to clear our minds and think about nothing, not think about the game and not think about any of the noises. She told us to relax our bodies. After I finally got myself entirely relaxed and stress-free, I felt great. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then she told us to open our eyes and everyone looked different, better.
“You girls are the greatest team that our school has ever seen. I know that we can win the championships.” We all smiled equally as big and then we did that circle thing again where we all put our hands in the middle, chant then exclaim loudly how we’re going to win. “Girls, when we get back to the hotel room, I want you all to take your showers and rest until I call you for practice again.” We all nodded. “See you this afternoon.”
We ran to the bus and I took my normal seat next to Anastasia. “That was interesting,” I said.
“Yeah, sure was,” she answered. “I feel great now. I feel our team growing stronger and stronger. We’re definitely going to win.”
I grinned and nodded. I had the same feeling that she did about winning. I didn’t doubt it at all.
It’s hard when you have four stinky girls in the same room who all want a shower. We almost had to draw straws to see who’d go first, and not 'cause we were all racing. We actually all offered for someone else to take a shower until finally Jayna stood up and said that she would go, and we’d have to decide amongst ourselves who would go next.
Everything in the room was mellow and calm. The three of us lay on our beds and breathed deeply, freeing our minds and mentally preparing for the game. It was physically and mentally hard to play a state soccer game. You had to deal with a lot of stress and tons of running and playing. By the end of the night, we’d be so worn out. But, we knew we could do it. We’d been preparing for this all year.
After showering and changing into our uniforms, we all hugged each other and wished a good game, then headed down the stairs. I tried my hardest to keep breathing and not get too nervous. It was only noon and I still had a full day ahead of me. The coach gave us all fruit for lunch... surprise. Finally, we all got on the bus. It seemed so quiet... everyone was nervous about the game and nobody was talking, except the team captain... but nobody was talking to her so she was kind of... you know, talking to herself.
We pulled up to the massive stadium. There were tons of different fields where some teams had already started playing. Our first game was scheduled for one o’clock. “All right, team,” the team captain began. “You’re all going to do great. Just go in there and pretend like it’s a regular home game and everyone’s cheering for you. If you just work hard and do all the stuff we’ve practiced, everything should go by smoothly.”
We all nodded and then we yelled and chanted with excitement that we were going to kick ass and win for sure, then we marched off of the bus and onto the field. We did some warming up, kicking the ball into the goal, passing to one another, and, of course, our exercises. And by the time we had finished with all of that stuff, we were all psyched up and ready to go. I felt like I was just having a scrimmage against the guys, even if the other team was full of girls. I guess everyone else felt that way, too, 'cause we definitely won like it was something we did every day. I guess we DID do it everyday.
Anyway, to make a long story shorter, we won all of the games that we played on Friday. By the end of the night, it was 9pm and we were exhausted and aching and everything, but we had high spirits because we won the games and we’d be competing the next day for the state cup, and we weren’t worried at all. We even went out for ice cream after the games, although we were all hot, sweaty, and tired from the games. But we wanted to celebrate our victories. We got back to the hotel about 10. The coach announced that since the game wasn’t until late in the evening, we wouldn’t have to get up at any certain time, but we’d be due downstairs by one. Which really meant that we had to get up by noon.
On the way back to our rooms, Anastasia and I were walking down the hallway and we spotted Ashton getting a coke out of the machine in his adorable PJ pants and a white undershirt. I mentally giggled, then Ana snuck up behind him and began tickling his tummy. He giggled hysterically and tried to make her stop and finally began tickling her himself. “How’d you do?!!! How’d you do!?!?” he asked giddily. I could tell that THEY had won.
“We won!!!” Ana said ecstatically.
“YAY!” He began jumping up and down and hugging us. I tried to pull away because I was so sweaty and smelly, but he wouldn’t let me. “I was going to come by the room in a few minutes and see if you guys won. I saw some of the game, and you looked like you were playing awesome.” He paused then looked at me. “Oh, and I saw Terrence.”
“Yeah, he decided to come down but promised that he wouldn’t bug me,” I said, laughing.
He laughed, too. “Imagine how Anastasia feels...” he said, putting her in a headlock. “ I’m EVERYWHERE she goes, mwahahaha.”
She struggled then punched him in the stomach and he let go, still grinning.
“So’d you guys win?” Anastasia asked.
“YUP!”
She gave him a high five. “Very awesome,” she said, then looked at me, probably reading my thoughts about how sexy Ashton looked in those PJ pants and the white undershirt. We stood there for a minute in this awkward silence and Ana finally spoke up. “Well, we need to get a shower 'cause we smell bad!”
He smiled. “Okay. Have fun. See you guys tomorrow.”
I smiled back. “Later, Ashton.”
I walked on clouds back to my room. Everything seemed so unreal... I had managed to make it to the state championships and obsess over Ashton all in the same day. This was so great!
The next morning we woke a little after ten. I was the second awake, the first being Anastasia who turned on the TV quietly, but it ended up waking me anyway. We talked softly for a little while until the other two woke up and we decided to get some breakfast, probably fruit, but maybe something decent while we were at it. So we walked to Burger King which was across the street and ordered some crossainwiches and then drank some orange juice so we could get our daily dose of vitamins. We replayed the games in our heads and laughed and talked loudly until we finished stuffing our faces and headed back to the hotel to rest up for a little while. We met downstairs at one and went to our field and did some exercises and passed the ball around, then just tried to close our minds to the nervousness that we all felt. It was an overcast day, the perfect weather to play soccer. I just hoped it didn’t rain until after we played, because it would suck to try to play the state championships in the mud.
We went back to the room and took a shower and got all cleaned up then met downstairs where the guys were and they were ecstatic about their game 'cause they had seen the opposing team play before and knew how much they sucked. The coach told us that we were going to watch some of the guys’ game, but between the second and third quarter, we’d go so we could warm up for our game.
We could pretty much tell the outcome of the game by the first quarter after four goals had been scored against the other team. We were so ecstatic and not even nervous anymore because we knew that we could win.
Of course, as the game began and the other team was on the field, we found out that the challenge was more than we imagined. The team was really good and had an awesome defense, and nobody scored a goal until the second quarter when somehow I managed to slip past the defense. The goalie wasn’t that good... maybe that’s why they had such a great defense. But, after the first goal, we were more pumped than ever and Jayna scored another, then I scored another, then the team captain scored one. It’s scary when I score more than the team captain. Anyway, the other team tried to keep the ball on the other side of the field, but it was hard since we had six really strong girls keeping it away from there. They scored a point, earned a foul that gave us a free kick and we scored that point, and in the fourth quarter we scored one more point to leave us winning 6-1. It took a minute for reality to hit that we had won and that the stadium was cheering for us and this rush of excitement came over me and I jumped up and all of a sudden, nine other girls hit me, then the rest of the team who was sitting on the bench. I was in the middle of a huge crowd of people and everyone was screaming with excitement, then the coach walked over with this huge trophy and we bombarded her and everyone put their hands on the trophy and I could feel our picture being taken by the local newspaper and I was so ecstatic that I almost passed out with excitement. Then the boys’ team ran on field, then everyone from the school ran on field and we were heroes!
After a while, all the hero stuff does get kind of old. After about ten minutes of being excited and stuff, we began to get so exhausted that we’d just collapse onto the ground and lie there. I think I was the third one to do it, right after Jayna. I could have just fallen asleep right there on the grass and slept forever. But they wouldn’t let me. They were dragging me up and shoving me towards the bus and yelling in my ears. Ashton came to congratulate us and then Terrence did and said that he never saw me play that well in my life. I just grinned widely and hugged him and was so glad that he loved me that much, 'cause I don’t know what I’d have done without him. He patted me on the back then said that he’d meet me at the school, then I nodded and somehow I got the trophy in my hand and we all ran to the bus like a couple of elementary school kids. It was great.
Anyway, so on the bus, we were having our own little party in the backseat with all the juniors and seniors and Anastasia. Somehow the idea of truth or dare got brought up. And before we knew it, we were being all loud and obnoxious and daring each other to kiss and flash passing cars and asking people their deepest darkest secrets. And then it was my turn.
I thought of my options. Pick truth and risk everyone knowing about my punishments at home, or pick dare and do something totally stupid that all the other girls had already done. Clearly, it wasn’t a hard decision.
“Dare!” I exclaimed.
The girls gave each other a high five and explained that it was MY turn to flash the next car that passed. I nodded, not worried about this at all 'cause it was dark and wasn’t like anyone could see my boobs anyway. I remember in fifth grade how we used to flash people, like we HAD anything to show. Anyway.
So we all saw the car coming up, just a normal car with a man inside, probably travelling back from visiting his grandchildren or something. I felt bad doing this to an old man, but hey, who really cares! We were just having fun. So everyone was cheering me on and I waited for the car to edge up to the back of the bus, then I lifted my shirt and my bra and waved my chest around proudly. The man looked up at me and I was surprised he didn’t wreck with the look he had on his face. My friends who saw it laughed and gave me a high five exclaiming to the others the look that the man had on his face. We all giggled and laughed hysterically until we saw flashing lights behind us. Then, we just kind of stopped and looked back. Um... were we speeding?
Next thing I knew, the bus was pulling over and this old man was stepping on the bus and explaining to the coach that a student in the backseat of the bus was exposing body parts out the window and that was a serious offense in the court of law. I slid down in my seat and was thankful for the darkness because I was blushing so badly. Everyone was turning around to look at me and I felt so humiliated. The coach apologized for my behavior and assured the man that this would be taken care of. I took it upon myself to apologize as well, then he stepped off the bus.
“Brianna, up to the front of the bus,” the coach yelled. I gulped and stood up, moving towards the front of the bus and Anastasia patted me on the back trying to reassure me that everything would be okay. I made it to the front seat and the coach stood up and told me to sit in her seat. And I sat in the front of the bus next to the coach like I was a five year old who couldn’t handle sitting next to the other kids. “I don’t think that your brother will be too happy about this,” she murmured. I sank down in my seat. Terrence definitely DIDN’T need to know about this...
Of course, he found out. The minute we got off the bus and I saw Terrence I tried to rush him out of there, but it was too late. The coach was calling his name and asking to speak with him for a minute. She explained to him that I flashed an unmarked police car and that he had pulled the bus over and considered arresting me. That was the last thing I needed, getting arrested again. Terrence just glared at me every couple of seconds and I kept my eyes focused on the ground beneath me. Finally, she shut up and Terrence practically shoved me to the car. I plopped down in the seat and looked out the window where Anastasia and Ashton were standing and I waved goodbye to them, like I was being sentenced to ten years in jail or something and they waved back and I felt so stupid for having flashed a cop car out of all of the things I could have flashed...
“What the hell were you thinking?!” Terrence yelled, slamming the keys into the ignition and turning them angrily then backing out of the parking lot.
“Uhmmm... well, we were playing truth or dare and...”
“What if he would have taken you off the bus and arrested you?!” he interrupted. “What if he would have been some old man perv who followed you to the school then kidnapped you and raped you!” His ideas were a little farfetched. “And don’t give me that look, Brianna Nicole, because you know that something like that could very well happen.” I tried not to roll my eyes. “Well, we’re going to have a long talk about this when we get home,” he concluded.
Then I protested. “But it’s not fair!” I said, slamming my fist down on the console. “I’m the only girl my age that still gets spanked! I’m too old for that!”
He looked at me. “Brianna, you are never too old to get spanked and as long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules and my punishments, do you understand me?”
I almost started crying. I didn’t want a spanking. I honestly didn’t think that I actually deserved one... “Yes, sir,” I muttered. A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Bri... I know you don’t understand, but someday you will.”
I just wiped the tear away and ignored him. Right then the only thing I was concerned about was my bottom.
We pulled into the driveway and I walked slowly towards the door, pacing myself for what was ahead. We finally got inside and Terrence shut the door behind us, locked the door, then took his jacket off. He sat down on the couch. “Come here,” he said sternly.
I shuffled to his side.
“Brianna, you’re only 16 years old, and you know that older men will try and take advantage of you, especially if you give them incentive.”
I nodded.
“If that guy would have been some pedophile creep, he might not have kidnapped you tonight, but he could have stalked you and eventually gotten around to it. And I don’t want that happening to you. Your my little sister and I care about you too much to let you find yourself in that kind of situation, okay?”
“Okay,” I said quietly, staring at the floor. He lifted my chin and made me look into his eyes. He looked so worried about me. I let another tear slip down my cheek, this time because I felt bad 'cause Terrence was the only person who cared about me and time after time I let him down. “I’m sorry,” I muttered then hugged him tightly and pulled my pants down to my knees then lay myself across his lap. I felt him tug my panties down and I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe deeply.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He wasted no time getting into rhythm... and he also didn’t warm up... just started spanking as rapidly and hard as possible. By the 15th smack or so, I was already squirming and exclaiming my pain and by the 30th smack I was kicking and yelping. Even through all the kicking and yelping and begging and pleading, he didn’t let up one bit. My bottom was on fire and I just wanted him to stop so I could at least have a tiny break and feel some cool air, but he didn’t stop and my bottom just kept getting more roasted. And before I knew it, I was bawling into the couch cushions that had soaked up tons of snot and tears already before, and now it was soaking up more. And I was crying so heavily that I began hiccupping and I couldn’t stop crying to save my life, even after he stopped spanking and tried to soothe and console me.
For a while the only thing that could be heard in the house was my crying and hiccupping, and then when that died down, there was no noise. It was just all silence.
Finally, Terrence spoke. “I love you, Bri.”
“I love you, too,” I answered.
He picked me up and hugged me and I let out a slight smile then pulled my panties and pants back up and wiped the tears out of my eyes.
“Goodnight,” I said then hobbled to my room where I flopped down on my bed, exhausted from all the playing soccer and getting spanked. It took me no time to drift into a peaceful sleep where my bottom didn’t hurt until the next morning when I woke up.
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