Misc story. Involves self-injury. Please read the disclaimer below.
Before I go on, I want to post a disclaimer. So here it goes: The author of this story in NO WAY believes in the NONconsensual spanking of teenagers with psychological problems. If you are a parent or friend and think that someone you know is cutting, don’t spank them, please. As a cutter and friend of many cutters, I know that sometimes this isn’t the right answer. But *sometimes* it is, depending on the situation. I wrote this story because I know there are cutters in this group who probably would wish this happened to them, or just want to read about a situation they can relate to. And once again I want to say that if anyone needs a friend, you can message me :) Please do not read this story if the idea of cutting bothers you, or if the idea of a consensual spanking of a cutter bothers you. Thanks! And enjoy the story.
Raven's Black Tears
by Breanna Carter
There was a pounding on the door of my apartment. My parents were gone and I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was hesitant to answer it.. that is, until I looked out the peephole and saw my best friend, Raven, standing there, arms folded and black makeup smeared around her eyes. I hurridly opened the door in a panic. Oh no, I thought... what had happened?
We were both sixteen and had known each other since junior high. We were both the psycho outcasts, but while she was thin and pale, dressing herself in baggy black jeans and black mesh long-sleeved shirts with long black hair and black makeup, I was chunky and wore baggy jeans and T-shirts, no makeup. She was the stereotypical goth girl, and I the stereotypical grunge girl.
“What is it?” I asked, pulling her inside.
She was still crying, black tears streaming down her pale cheeks. I couldn’t stand to see her blue eyes mixed with red. “Everything,” she mumbled, crumbling into my arms.
I held her there, letting her sob in my embrace as I stroked her hair gently and tried to talk to her in a soothing voice, trying to tell her that everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t believe it myself.
I don’t know how long we stood there, but she finally let go and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt. I noticed that she was holding the sleeve down with her hand and immediately knew what happened. That’s when I turned from a worried to angry... or not so much angry, but just hurt.
“Raven!” I yelled, slamming the door shut.
She jumped. “I’m sorry!” she blubbered, still sniffling.
“Lift up your sleeve,” I ordered.
She shook her head, sniffling, keeping a firm hold on the shirt to make sure it covered her wrists.
“I’m going to give you to the count of three, Young Lady,” I warned, casting her an evil glare.
She sniffled again. “Please, Jamie...” she begged. “I had to do it.”
“You don’t *have* to do anything. I know things can be hard sometimes, but there are other ways to take out your frustrations than cutting yourself!”
“I’m sorry... it was an impulsive reaction.”
“And you know what my impulsive reaction is..”
“Nooo... come on... please. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head at her. “You were sorry *last* time, and the time before that, and the time before that. This cutting has to stop!”
“I know, I know... but..”
“Listen, you asked me to help you out with this problem, and I know that’s why you’re here... and I’m not going to back down on my word. And anyway, I’ve told you thousands of times that there are better ways to deal with your stress... you can call me and we can go running, or you can do situps, or even sleep! Anything but cutting!”
“I... I know.. but I wasn’t thinking about that... It just hurt so much.”
I sighed closing my eyes and rubbing my temples, trying to think. I took a deep breath in to steady my shakey hands. Oh, I knew so well how she felt... I had my own scars to prove it. Being sixteen could be so hard... with parents always in your hair and siblings never leaving you alone and the stress of stupid schoolwork... Oh yes, I knew so well. But we had an agreement... anytime either of us cut ourselves, the other would spank her. And I knew I had to do it, no matter how much it hurt me.
I opened my eyes. “I know it hurts, Raven..” I muttered, seeing her slumped down on the couch showing really poor posture, part of that self-esteem problem that we shared. “But we have to build each other up... we’re going to be happy one day, okay? But you can’t cut yourself. We had an agreement... I have to spank you,” I said, trying to be the stronger one.
She nodded slightly. “I’m such a fuckup,” she exclaimed.
“Noooo, you’re not,” I argued. “And if you ever say that again, I’m going to get my dad’s belt.”
She wiped her eyes again, still sniffling.
“Let me see the cuts, Raven.”
She looked at me with that tear-stained face and nearly broke my heart. Hesitantly, she lifted the sleeve, rolling it all the way up her forearm. Yes, I was a cutter, but I still nearly passed out when I saw the damage done to her arm. I fell to my knees, burying my face in my hands, trying to supress the tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I tried to breathe, tried to tell myself that she was okay, that she hadn’t hurt herself too badly, but the image of those wounds kept passing through my head. I took her hands in mine and pictured her sitting in the corner alone, weeping like a small child and slashing herself with a tiny razorblade... and I let the tears silently stream down my face, some of them falling into my hands, some falling into hers.
“I didn’t want to hurt you this much,” she said, again in a whisper, and I could tell that she was crying as well.
“I care about you so much,” I whispered back, not knowing if she could hear me or not. And we stayed that way for a couple of minutes until I could regain myself and do my duty as best friend... even if I didn’t want to do it. I looked up into her eyes, now having glossy eyes of my own to share with hers. “Raven, you can’t do this to yourself. It’s no good,” I said.
She nodded softly, a black tear trickling down her cheek.
I stood shakily and wiped my eyes. I’d only spanked my best friend once before, and she’d spanked me three times before. I knew exactly what she’d have done to me had I cut myself that badly, and knew that’s what she was expecting of me. It was hard trying to be the strong one.
I kissed her forehead. “Okay, baby. Go get my hairbrush. It’s in my room on the dresser.”
She gulped. “B-but... Jamie..” she whispered. “I--”
I cut her off. “Now, young lady.”
She stood from the couch and ambled towards my bedroom. My hands were freezing because I was so nervous. I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes, remembering how my Mexican friends always said “take it easy” in such a way that would calm me down. That’s what I was trying to do, take it easy. It was hard to breathe, but with each deep breath I took, my heart stopped pounding so wildly, and by the time Raven appeared in front of me, plastic hairbrush in hand, I was calm enough to do my duty.
“Okay,” I said, retrieving the hairbrush from her. I sat up straight on the couch. “Pants down, over my lap,” I ordered.
She nodded slowly and whimpered, but did as told. Seconds later, my best friend was over my lap in only a shirt and a pair of black silky panties, with her pants around her ankles. I positioned her as best as I could and placed my cold hand on her bottom. I could feel her body quiver slightly.
“Raven, baby, I love you,” I said. “But you have to stop hurting yourself, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I know how much stuff hurts sometimes, but you have to be strong. And if you really want pain to take your mind off of it, you can call me, okay? This is much safer than cutting... no infections... you can’t die from me spanking you.”
She nodded again, and I could tell she was very uneasy.
I wanted to let the lesson sink in, though, and I thought she could possibly benefit from lying over my lap as long as possible, so I lectured some more. “Cutting is very dangerous,” I told her, as if she didn’t know. “And not only is it dangerous, but if your parents found out, then you’d be sent to the crazy house, and no friend of mine is going to the crazy house, right?”
She nodded again.
I lifted my hand up and popped her panty-clad bottom, causing her to squeal a bit. But this was just the beginning.
“You are not to cut yourself, ever, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
I lifted my hand and popped her backside again, this time on the other cheek.
“What will you do next time instead of cutting yourself?” I asked.
“I’ll call you or go running around outside.”
“Good,” I answered, then tugged her panties down to mid-thigh.
She groaned upon me doing so, but I interrupted that groan by smacking her bottom, this time with a little more emphasis than the times before, so I could make sure she knew I meant business.
“Ahhhoww.. that hurt, Jamie..” she whined.
“*That* hurt? Wait til I use this hairbrush..” I answered, then smacked again, and again, and again, covering her tiny bottom and the sit-spots. She squirmed and squealed after each smack, but I didn’t let up any. In fact, I spanked harder as time went on, leaving pink splotches on her burning rear. But I was far from over.
“Jamie... pleaseee.. I’ve learned my lesson,” she begged, and I noticed her gripping onto the couch cushion.
“And what lesson is that?” I asked, still spanking, this time concentrating only on sit-spots and thighs.
“Oooooowwwwwww... not to cut!” she yelped
“It’s not a matter of cutting,” I explained, not letting up on the spanking, even though my hand was beginning to hurt and I was ready to use the hairbrush. It wasn’t time yet... I had to make sure the spanking was thorough and she wouldn’t forget it for a while. “It’s a matter of dealing with things better... and letting go.” I kept the rhythm up. “Stuff is hard, I know, but you’re stronger than that. And you gotta stop letting little things bother you so much. Just let go...” I had no idea if she knew what I was talking about or not. “And letting go is a lot easier than cutting it away,” I added, landing two really hard smacks to her sit spots then resting it on her bottom. I can say this much -- my hand wasn’t cold anymore.
I felt the warmth in her bottom with my left hand... yes, it had been a good enough warm up... I could tell by the redness in her backside and the warmth I felt while touching it.
I reached for the oval hairbrush that sat on the coffee table and looked at her. She was still gripping onto the couch cushion and I noticed her biting her lower lip. She was crying slightly.
I rested the hairbrush on her bottom. “Oh Raven... you’re so much stronger than that... you’ve been through hell and back... you can handle it. You don’t need a razorblade to help you get through everything.”
“I know,” she whimpered.
I lifted up the hairbrush and crashed it down on the middle of her red bottom.
“Ahhhhhhhooooowwwwiiiieeee!” she yelped, letting go of the cushion to try and protect her poor bottom.
“Nu huh,” I said. “Hands away.”
She moved them back to the cushion. “But that hurt!” she squealed.
“Good. And you’ll think about this next time you think about cutting? And by the way, I want your razorblade. I don’t know where the hell you got it, but we’re going to get rid of it, understand?” I asked then let her have another hard smack in the very same spot.
“Oooooowwwwwwww!” she howled. “Okayyy.”
“Good girl,” I said, then finished my work with the hairbrush. I lifted it and smacked it, increasing speed and strength as the spanking continued, making sure that I covered every area that needed to be covered, including her sitspots and thighs. I noticed her squirming increase with the more spanks that rained down on her now very red bottom, and then the struggles died down and her sobs increased, and I knew she’d had enough. I dropped the brush down on the couch and scooped my poor friend into my arms, being careful not to touch her throbbing bottom.
She was wailing apologies as she lay there, face buried into my chest. I just stroked her hair and rocked her back and forth like a baby, holding her tightly then singing to her in a soft voice.
We stayed like that all night, she falling asleep in my arms. I had to wake her about nine because my father would be home soon, and I knew he’d be frightened if he saw my half-naked best friend lying in my arms like that. I kissed her forehead gently and patted her bottom, then gave her one final hug. “No more cutting,” I ordered as she handed me a tiny razorblade that she had in her pocket.
“No more,” she replied.
07 October 2004
25 September 2004
Story: Like a Father
Misc story. Autumn is curious about spanking, especially with her classmate, Robert. When he catches her getting an attitude with her mom, he leaves us wondering if he is also curious about it :)
Like a Father
by Breanna Carter
Robert was the type of guy that I could imagine being a good father. I guess that’s a weird thing to say, seeing as I imagined him being a good father when he was no older than eighteen, and I no older than fifteen. It *was* weird in a way, though. He seemed like he’d be a stereotypical father... one who wears a nice suit to work and comes home, kisses his wife who is making dinner as she tells him of the “stunt” his daughter pulled earlier that evening. I can remember always watching tv shows where a mother would say, “wait until your father gets home.” He was that type of father... the type that would sigh as he heard of the mischeif, then nod and proceed to go to his daughter’s room, loosening his tie and running his fingers through his air. And then his daughter would promise to be good and never do anything so stupid again, but he would shake his head and tell her that she promised last time and this time, she was getting a spanking...
And this was usually when my teacher would cut off my daydream by asking me to answer some question in which I never had an idea of the answer. And I’d look nervously around the room praying that no one knew what I was daydreaming about. Then I’d mutter the wrong answer and doodle in my spiral notebook.
Robert was a nice guy. I met him on my first day of high school. It was one of those days that only freshman went to school so they could be lost together and no seniors would try to sell them elevator passes until after they figured out that there were no elevators. Of course, they still had some upper classmen there, juniors and seniors who were in National Honor Society or the student council, or whatever. And as I wandered around on that first day of school, paying more attention to my schedule than the crowded hallway, I ran into him. Literally.
“Uh... s-sorry...” I stammered.
He smiled, wearing a nice button-up shirt and tie. “It’s fine. Can I help you find something?”
It took me a minute to realize that he’d said something to me. I guess I was just amazed that someone with such authority would be so nice to me... or maybe I was just weird. “Oh, uh, yeah.” I looked down at my schedule, my heart thumping. First day of high school and I already had a crush on someone... pathetic, huh? “Psychology.”
“Heyyy, I have psych with you,” he said. “Come on, I’ll show you where it is.”
I studied him as we walked down the hallway. He was an attractive guy, tall, atheletic-looking, blondish spikey hair and dark eyes. At the time I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was different about him though. Maybe the clothing made him look like he had more authority, or maybe the way he walked, or the way he talked. I don’t know. But there was something about him that caught my attention, and it wasn’t just the fact that he was good-looking.
So I spent my whole freshman year sitting across the room from him in psychology, then overheard him talking to a friend one day about taking debate the next year, so guess who signed up for debate? Yes, me. Luckily, he signed up for that class, else I’d have been screwed.
By the time my sophomore year rolled around, Robert and I were acquaintances, I guess. We acknowledged each other in the hallway (which was awesome to me, because not many upper classmen talked to freshmen), sometimes carried on conversations in class (mostly consisting of me asking what some words meant), and he actually convinced me to run for a position on student council, which somehow I managed to get elected for.
As you can imagine, I got more than I bargained for... in more ways than once. Debate was a lot of work, as was student council. I had to go to meetings about once a week and listen to Robert ramble on and on about different things we needed to do, events we needed to sponsor, fund raisers we needed to participate in... and I guess that’s when I realized that he’d make a good father. And even morely, that’s when I realized that it’d be interesting if he were my father and I was that daughter who promised never to do something so stupid again. And that thought alone scared me, because it seemed weird to imagine someone I went to school with as a father... someone I was attracted to, nonetheless. So I pushed the thought away and didn’t think of it again until one rainy evening in December.
We had been assigned a midterm debate. See, in the class we hadn’t really done any real debates yet, the first semester was basically just learning how to debate, and preparing speeches. So when our teacher announced that our first debate would be due as a midterm, it literally scared the hell out of me. I had no idea where to even start... mainly because I didn’t pay much attention in class. But like I said, Robert was in that class with me, and I was very lucky to have him there. I was even luckier that we’d become closer to being friends rather than acquaintances, and he offered to be my partner in the debate. So Robert and I took one side of the debate, and an opposing team took the other side. The problem with Robert, though, is that he’s a little too conservative for his own good, so I was stuck debating pro-life for abortion when that wasn’t exactly how I felt. But I didn’t argue. I figured Robert could do all the work and I could just nod and smile like I always did in class.
As you probably guessed, I was wrong. I ended up having to do tons of work, reading all sorts of different books. We worked all during class on our debate, he telling me what he’d read in a book the night before, and me listening, and then he asking what I learned and I kind of shrugging (because I hadn’t read the book) and saying “oh, basically the same thing.” He caught onto what I was doing, though, and told me I needed to actually start doing the work, because he wasn’t going to fail this debate because of me. And he wasn’t really nice about it when he said it. So I ended up spending all night reading books about abortion, learning both sides of the debate, and taking notes, and then the next day I’d come to class and we’d discuss it, getting in a few debates of our own, seeing as I saw both sides of the argument, and he didn’t. Or maybe I just felt like he didn’t.
We actually did a good job gathering information for the assignment. We were finished way before most of the people in the class. But gathering the info was easy.. the hard part was actually writing the debates and making sure we knew everything. And seeing as we did such a great job gathering the information, we had plenty of class time to get our debates written.
“Hey, you’ve done really great, Autumn,” Robert said the day before the debate was due. The bell rang, interrupting us halfway through our practice of the debate.
I bit my lower lip. “This isn’t cool.. I’m not ready... I don’t want to do this,” I whined.
“Relax,” he said, standing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll do fine.”
I raised my eyebrows in doubt.
“Fine. How about I come over this evening after school? About 5:30ish?” he asked.
My heart skipped a beat. True, he’d come over to my house a couple of times to work on the debate, and yes, we’d been alone in my room, so nothing was new to me, but my heart still skipped a beat everytime I thought about it... and the possibility of maybe confessing that I wanted him to spank me and he actually doing it. But that was all just a dream anyway... there’d be no way I’d tell him anything. “Y-yeah... you can come over,” I said, grabbing my books.
“Good deal. See you about 5:30?”
I nodded.
“Later, Autumn. And relax!”
I smiled, watching him back out the door and talk to some of his senior friends. He was dressed nicely like always, a blue oxford shirt and a black tie, black pants, and his shirt was tucked in and I could see the gold from his belt buckle shining from the light. I pushed away the thoughts of him unbuckling his belt... nothing would ever happen, and I’d have to accept that and move on.
The day went by so slowly. Every class seemed twice as long and my busride home even longer. When I finally made it home, only my mom was home. Not unusual. My parents had been divorced since I was a kid and the only other person who might have been home would have been my older sister. And my mom was a nurse, so she’d be leaving about the time that Robert got there, and I’d have the house to myself. She, unlike many parents, trusted me not to do anything. And she was also the type of mom that would rather me experiment safely than unsafely... so she gave me tons of advice on how to notice if something was up, how to use condoms, and even said if I needed it to get birth control, she wouldn’t mind. Most girls thought it was pretty cool how my mom was, and sometimes so did I... but I wasn’t quite ready to experiment with that yet anyway. And she knew that. So everything was peachy.
“Hey, kiddo,” Mom said, stirring up something for dinner, dressed in her scrubs.
“Hey, Mom. Robert’s coming over again tonight... we’re finishing up our debate.”
She sighed. “I wish you’d have told me sooner.”
“It’s no big deal, Mom... besides, I didn’t know until today.”
She shook her head. “This house is a mess... there’s dirty clothes everywhere and dirty dishes and nobody will help me around here.”
My turn to sigh. “Mom, he doesn’t care..”
“I care!” she said. “You girls don’t even pick up after yourselves and you’re old enough now to where I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Autumn.”
“Well stop yelling at me! I’m sorry for not being perfect!”
“Don’t even pull that crap. You know that’s not what I said.”
“Whatever,” I spat, turning around.
“I’m not finished talking to you,” she ordered, and when I didn’t turn around, she grabbed my upper arm.
“Let go,” I yelled, and when she didn’t, I pushed her off of me, harder than I had imagined because she slammed into the stove. And then all was silent.
I admit that I felt bad for doing it... letting my anger control my actions. It’s one of those bad things you always hear about and claim that you never do it. But I knew I did it, and probably a little too often.
“I’m sorry..” I muttered, trying to smooth over what had just happened. Didn’t work.
“Go to your room,” she commanded.
“Mom... I said I’m...”
“I don’t care. Go to your room. I’ll send Robert in when he gets here.”
I felt a pit in my stomach. My heart started pounding against my chest... Something wasn’t right with this picture.
I turned around and shuffled to my room in silence as if I’d been defeated. I didn’t realize that I actually had been defeated until I got to my room... and then I realized that I was having the same feelings as those girls on tv when their mother sent them to their room and told them to wait until their father got home. Except nobody was coming home for me, I’d just have to wait in there forever.. Or maybe even my mom would come in and do something. I didn’t like the guilty feeling I had in my stomach...
I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I counted the tiles, counted the spots, even got bored enough to start counting the lines in my wall. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of my clock and my mother washing dishes. I looked at my digital clock and it was 5:15. Fifteen more minutes of waiting in this god-awful silence. I was too scared to turn the radio on... too scared to do anything more than just lie there, for fear that I would be in more trouble.
Five minutes of lying there seemed longer than any of my classes that day, or even all of my classes put together... but after those five minutes passed, I heard a knock, the clinging of dishes stop, and then the murmuring of low voices in the kitchen. I pictured my mother telling my father about how I’d shoved her into the stove. I imagined her showing him the bruise on her side and exclaiming that she doesn’t know what’s gotten into me but it has to stop. And I imagined my father loosening his tie and sighing, saying that he’d make sure nothing like that ever happened again. And then I heard the footsteps coming towards my room. My heart started pounding more and more and more... I was ready to plead for mercy... I was ready to beg that he not give me a spanking. The doorknob turned and I closed my eyes, fearing the look that I would get...
Then the door opened and I opened one eye, and upon seeing Robert, you’d think I’d have been calm. But there was something about him... something from the look in his eyes... I was far from being calm.
I heard my mom walking towards the living room then heard her open the front door and shut it. Next I heard her car start up and she drive off. And then I looked at Robert, still standing there in my doorway, hands on hips, tie loosened, wearing a serious expression. He wasn’t a happy camper.
“Hey, uh, Robert..” I muttered.
“Your mother told me what happened,” he said.
“Uh huh.”
He walked in, shutting the door behind him, then sat down on my bed, looking at me straight in the eyes. “Why did you do that, Autumn?”
“I.. I don’t know,” I stammered. “I guess I was just mad.”
“That’s not a good excuse, Young Lady.”
My heart jumped and the knot in my stomach grew tighter. “I know..”
“I’m extremely disappointed in you. You know better than to do what you did.”
“I know,” I muttered again, staring at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.
He moved his fingers towards my chin and lifted my face up, then stared into my eyes again. “Autumn, she is your mother... she takes care of you, feeds you, buys you new clothes... What would even *possess* you to do something like that? How could you get so upset over your mother asking you to help her out? She helps you out enough, right?”
I nodded. He definitely wasn’t helping me feel any better.
He sighed, letting go of my chin and running his fingers through his hair. “Autumn... I’m not going to put up with this. You’re fifteen years old and you need to respect your mom, okay?”
“Okay.”
With that statement, he nodded. “Okay then, stand up.”
I did as told, wondering where this was going, though somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew exactly where I was headed. It just felt weird, though...
He nodded again. “You’re getting a spanking, Autumn,” he told me.
My mouth dropped. “A... what?”
“A spanking.” He paused to let the idea sink into my head. All of a sudden I wasn’t a fifteen year old without a father who hadn’t been spanked in ten years... I was just the opposite... or that’s how I felt anyway. “Okay,” he said. “Pants down, Young Lady... and no hesitation or that’ll just make it worse.”
I gulped, moving my fingers towards the button of my pants. They stayed there for a minute, touching the button slightly, and finally I unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped them, and then slid them down to the floor. My lower lip quivered. I was so anxious.
He motioned for me to get over his lap, and held onto my right arm as to guide me over. I guess I’d always known he was left-handed, but it seemed weird to be going over a lap from this side... I’d always envisioned the spankings from the other side.
I took a deep breath in, now facing the carpet. I remembered childishly how I’d been counting the tiles earlier, and wondered if now would be a good time to begin counting the dust in the carpet... but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt a warm hand resting on my backside. I breathed ever so slightly to try and steady my heart beat and hands... I was so nervous. “It’s going to be on the bare-bottom, Autumn,” he told me, and I felt his fingertips move towards my back.
I whined... “Does it have to be?”
“Yes,” he answered, and I could tell he was a bit nervous, too, but he never faultered... he steadily played his part as father.
I took another deep breath in, feeling him now begin to tug at my panties until they met my jeans at my ankles. I quivered again, biting my lower lip and trying to advert my attention elsewhere. It wasn’t working, and really didn’t work when he put his hand back on my bum. I shivered again.
“You will not disrespect your mother, Young Lady, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Yes *what*,” he replied, sending a sharp smack to my rear.
“Oooowwwwww!!!” I squealed. That had really hurt!
“I expect a ‘yes, sir’ out of you, Autumn,” he told me, landing another smack.
“Ahhhhhooooowwwww,” I whined. “Y-yesss sirrrr... bbbut it hurtss!”
“Oh, this is just the beginning,” he told me, and lifted his strong hand again, the paraded it down on my already throbbing backside, hitting again and again and again... and all the time I tried to think that I deserved this, and that I actually kind of wanted it, but it hurt sooo much more than I’d imagined it ever hurting.
I was impressed with myself for being so tolerable of the pain being inflicted upon me. Of course, this was when he wasn’t giving it his all, but I *thought* he was at the time. The most I did was whine, no pleading or begging, no crying... nothing, just a little whining and complaining. But *then* he took it upon himself to pick up the pace and spank harder and faster... and *that* is when I wasn’t so tolerable. It started out with just me whining, and then I started trying to block the spanks, only to have my hands restrained behind my back, and then I started pleading -- “Pleaseeeeeeee Roberttttt... I’m sorry!! That.. hurrtss!” I begged. But he didn’t let up... just kept spanking... perhaps even harder than before. And after he wouldn’t stop, and my pleading didn’t help, and the whining didn’t help, and my hands were restrained, I felt like a small child and began feeling totally embarrassed for having myself lying over his lap like that... And I began crying. It started out small, a loud whine and a few tears trickling down my cheeks, and he just spanked harder, then started scolding to drive his point home.
“You will not cock an attitude with your mother,” he scolded, smacking inbetween words for emphasis, “you will not hit or shove her, and you will help around the house. Is that understood, Autumn?” he asked, spanking my sitspots with full force.
“Ooooowwwwwiiiieeeeeeee yeesssssss, ssssirrrr!!” I squealed, the tears now streaming down as fast as they could.
“I am very disappointed in you for acting this way. You are fifteen years old and know that it’s not okay to do what you did today.”
“I knowwwwww,” I cried.
He spanked me a dozen more times on each sit spot, making sure that I was full out crying, and then stopped. I felt him sigh and let go of my hands, and they immediately flew to my face to catch my tears that were falling to the carpet. He rubbed my backside softly for a minute, then lifted me up. Any modesty that I’d previously had was all forgotten as I stood there in front of him, face buried in hands. He moved my hands away and looked into my puffy red eyes. “Autumn.. please don’t do this again, okay?”
I nodded.
“Because I will spank you again if I ever find out that you pull a stunt like this, okay?”
I nodded again.
He smiled slightly and hugged me, rubbing my back. After he let go, I pulled my panties up, still crying, then pulled my pants up, and it hurt like crazy. But he wouldn’t let me rest. He said we had to get finished doing the stuff for debate, then I could do the rest of my homework, then I could do some chores, and *then* I could rest.
So I worked all day with a sore backside, but I got everything done and he was pleased with me. He finally decided to go home about ten that night. “You did well today... our debate is going to be fine, you got everything else done, your mom’ll be pleased... I’m proud of you,” he said, standing near the door.
I smiled as I studied him... that same tall guy, tie loosened, belt buckle still gleaming. “Thanks.”
He patted my bottom slightly then kissed my forehead. “See you tomorrow.”
I figured it would be weird, seeing him after that... after what he’d seen of me... or rather, what he’d done to me. But it really wasn’t awkward at all. It actually made our friendship stronger, and that was really awesome.
I can’t honestly say that I never got spanked again... by Robert, even... but that’s another story :)
As for my mom... I have no idea what she and Robert talked about or whether she even knew what he planned to do... but I was definitely more respectful after that, and she asked no questions. It’s probably better that way.
Like a Father
by Breanna Carter
Robert was the type of guy that I could imagine being a good father. I guess that’s a weird thing to say, seeing as I imagined him being a good father when he was no older than eighteen, and I no older than fifteen. It *was* weird in a way, though. He seemed like he’d be a stereotypical father... one who wears a nice suit to work and comes home, kisses his wife who is making dinner as she tells him of the “stunt” his daughter pulled earlier that evening. I can remember always watching tv shows where a mother would say, “wait until your father gets home.” He was that type of father... the type that would sigh as he heard of the mischeif, then nod and proceed to go to his daughter’s room, loosening his tie and running his fingers through his air. And then his daughter would promise to be good and never do anything so stupid again, but he would shake his head and tell her that she promised last time and this time, she was getting a spanking...
And this was usually when my teacher would cut off my daydream by asking me to answer some question in which I never had an idea of the answer. And I’d look nervously around the room praying that no one knew what I was daydreaming about. Then I’d mutter the wrong answer and doodle in my spiral notebook.
Robert was a nice guy. I met him on my first day of high school. It was one of those days that only freshman went to school so they could be lost together and no seniors would try to sell them elevator passes until after they figured out that there were no elevators. Of course, they still had some upper classmen there, juniors and seniors who were in National Honor Society or the student council, or whatever. And as I wandered around on that first day of school, paying more attention to my schedule than the crowded hallway, I ran into him. Literally.
“Uh... s-sorry...” I stammered.
He smiled, wearing a nice button-up shirt and tie. “It’s fine. Can I help you find something?”
It took me a minute to realize that he’d said something to me. I guess I was just amazed that someone with such authority would be so nice to me... or maybe I was just weird. “Oh, uh, yeah.” I looked down at my schedule, my heart thumping. First day of high school and I already had a crush on someone... pathetic, huh? “Psychology.”
“Heyyy, I have psych with you,” he said. “Come on, I’ll show you where it is.”
I studied him as we walked down the hallway. He was an attractive guy, tall, atheletic-looking, blondish spikey hair and dark eyes. At the time I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was different about him though. Maybe the clothing made him look like he had more authority, or maybe the way he walked, or the way he talked. I don’t know. But there was something about him that caught my attention, and it wasn’t just the fact that he was good-looking.
So I spent my whole freshman year sitting across the room from him in psychology, then overheard him talking to a friend one day about taking debate the next year, so guess who signed up for debate? Yes, me. Luckily, he signed up for that class, else I’d have been screwed.
By the time my sophomore year rolled around, Robert and I were acquaintances, I guess. We acknowledged each other in the hallway (which was awesome to me, because not many upper classmen talked to freshmen), sometimes carried on conversations in class (mostly consisting of me asking what some words meant), and he actually convinced me to run for a position on student council, which somehow I managed to get elected for.
As you can imagine, I got more than I bargained for... in more ways than once. Debate was a lot of work, as was student council. I had to go to meetings about once a week and listen to Robert ramble on and on about different things we needed to do, events we needed to sponsor, fund raisers we needed to participate in... and I guess that’s when I realized that he’d make a good father. And even morely, that’s when I realized that it’d be interesting if he were my father and I was that daughter who promised never to do something so stupid again. And that thought alone scared me, because it seemed weird to imagine someone I went to school with as a father... someone I was attracted to, nonetheless. So I pushed the thought away and didn’t think of it again until one rainy evening in December.
We had been assigned a midterm debate. See, in the class we hadn’t really done any real debates yet, the first semester was basically just learning how to debate, and preparing speeches. So when our teacher announced that our first debate would be due as a midterm, it literally scared the hell out of me. I had no idea where to even start... mainly because I didn’t pay much attention in class. But like I said, Robert was in that class with me, and I was very lucky to have him there. I was even luckier that we’d become closer to being friends rather than acquaintances, and he offered to be my partner in the debate. So Robert and I took one side of the debate, and an opposing team took the other side. The problem with Robert, though, is that he’s a little too conservative for his own good, so I was stuck debating pro-life for abortion when that wasn’t exactly how I felt. But I didn’t argue. I figured Robert could do all the work and I could just nod and smile like I always did in class.
As you probably guessed, I was wrong. I ended up having to do tons of work, reading all sorts of different books. We worked all during class on our debate, he telling me what he’d read in a book the night before, and me listening, and then he asking what I learned and I kind of shrugging (because I hadn’t read the book) and saying “oh, basically the same thing.” He caught onto what I was doing, though, and told me I needed to actually start doing the work, because he wasn’t going to fail this debate because of me. And he wasn’t really nice about it when he said it. So I ended up spending all night reading books about abortion, learning both sides of the debate, and taking notes, and then the next day I’d come to class and we’d discuss it, getting in a few debates of our own, seeing as I saw both sides of the argument, and he didn’t. Or maybe I just felt like he didn’t.
We actually did a good job gathering information for the assignment. We were finished way before most of the people in the class. But gathering the info was easy.. the hard part was actually writing the debates and making sure we knew everything. And seeing as we did such a great job gathering the information, we had plenty of class time to get our debates written.
“Hey, you’ve done really great, Autumn,” Robert said the day before the debate was due. The bell rang, interrupting us halfway through our practice of the debate.
I bit my lower lip. “This isn’t cool.. I’m not ready... I don’t want to do this,” I whined.
“Relax,” he said, standing and putting a hand on my shoulder. “You’ll do fine.”
I raised my eyebrows in doubt.
“Fine. How about I come over this evening after school? About 5:30ish?” he asked.
My heart skipped a beat. True, he’d come over to my house a couple of times to work on the debate, and yes, we’d been alone in my room, so nothing was new to me, but my heart still skipped a beat everytime I thought about it... and the possibility of maybe confessing that I wanted him to spank me and he actually doing it. But that was all just a dream anyway... there’d be no way I’d tell him anything. “Y-yeah... you can come over,” I said, grabbing my books.
“Good deal. See you about 5:30?”
I nodded.
“Later, Autumn. And relax!”
I smiled, watching him back out the door and talk to some of his senior friends. He was dressed nicely like always, a blue oxford shirt and a black tie, black pants, and his shirt was tucked in and I could see the gold from his belt buckle shining from the light. I pushed away the thoughts of him unbuckling his belt... nothing would ever happen, and I’d have to accept that and move on.
The day went by so slowly. Every class seemed twice as long and my busride home even longer. When I finally made it home, only my mom was home. Not unusual. My parents had been divorced since I was a kid and the only other person who might have been home would have been my older sister. And my mom was a nurse, so she’d be leaving about the time that Robert got there, and I’d have the house to myself. She, unlike many parents, trusted me not to do anything. And she was also the type of mom that would rather me experiment safely than unsafely... so she gave me tons of advice on how to notice if something was up, how to use condoms, and even said if I needed it to get birth control, she wouldn’t mind. Most girls thought it was pretty cool how my mom was, and sometimes so did I... but I wasn’t quite ready to experiment with that yet anyway. And she knew that. So everything was peachy.
“Hey, kiddo,” Mom said, stirring up something for dinner, dressed in her scrubs.
“Hey, Mom. Robert’s coming over again tonight... we’re finishing up our debate.”
She sighed. “I wish you’d have told me sooner.”
“It’s no big deal, Mom... besides, I didn’t know until today.”
She shook her head. “This house is a mess... there’s dirty clothes everywhere and dirty dishes and nobody will help me around here.”
My turn to sigh. “Mom, he doesn’t care..”
“I care!” she said. “You girls don’t even pick up after yourselves and you’re old enough now to where I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Autumn.”
“Well stop yelling at me! I’m sorry for not being perfect!”
“Don’t even pull that crap. You know that’s not what I said.”
“Whatever,” I spat, turning around.
“I’m not finished talking to you,” she ordered, and when I didn’t turn around, she grabbed my upper arm.
“Let go,” I yelled, and when she didn’t, I pushed her off of me, harder than I had imagined because she slammed into the stove. And then all was silent.
I admit that I felt bad for doing it... letting my anger control my actions. It’s one of those bad things you always hear about and claim that you never do it. But I knew I did it, and probably a little too often.
“I’m sorry..” I muttered, trying to smooth over what had just happened. Didn’t work.
“Go to your room,” she commanded.
“Mom... I said I’m...”
“I don’t care. Go to your room. I’ll send Robert in when he gets here.”
I felt a pit in my stomach. My heart started pounding against my chest... Something wasn’t right with this picture.
I turned around and shuffled to my room in silence as if I’d been defeated. I didn’t realize that I actually had been defeated until I got to my room... and then I realized that I was having the same feelings as those girls on tv when their mother sent them to their room and told them to wait until their father got home. Except nobody was coming home for me, I’d just have to wait in there forever.. Or maybe even my mom would come in and do something. I didn’t like the guilty feeling I had in my stomach...
I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I counted the tiles, counted the spots, even got bored enough to start counting the lines in my wall. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of my clock and my mother washing dishes. I looked at my digital clock and it was 5:15. Fifteen more minutes of waiting in this god-awful silence. I was too scared to turn the radio on... too scared to do anything more than just lie there, for fear that I would be in more trouble.
Five minutes of lying there seemed longer than any of my classes that day, or even all of my classes put together... but after those five minutes passed, I heard a knock, the clinging of dishes stop, and then the murmuring of low voices in the kitchen. I pictured my mother telling my father about how I’d shoved her into the stove. I imagined her showing him the bruise on her side and exclaiming that she doesn’t know what’s gotten into me but it has to stop. And I imagined my father loosening his tie and sighing, saying that he’d make sure nothing like that ever happened again. And then I heard the footsteps coming towards my room. My heart started pounding more and more and more... I was ready to plead for mercy... I was ready to beg that he not give me a spanking. The doorknob turned and I closed my eyes, fearing the look that I would get...
Then the door opened and I opened one eye, and upon seeing Robert, you’d think I’d have been calm. But there was something about him... something from the look in his eyes... I was far from being calm.
I heard my mom walking towards the living room then heard her open the front door and shut it. Next I heard her car start up and she drive off. And then I looked at Robert, still standing there in my doorway, hands on hips, tie loosened, wearing a serious expression. He wasn’t a happy camper.
“Hey, uh, Robert..” I muttered.
“Your mother told me what happened,” he said.
“Uh huh.”
He walked in, shutting the door behind him, then sat down on my bed, looking at me straight in the eyes. “Why did you do that, Autumn?”
“I.. I don’t know,” I stammered. “I guess I was just mad.”
“That’s not a good excuse, Young Lady.”
My heart jumped and the knot in my stomach grew tighter. “I know..”
“I’m extremely disappointed in you. You know better than to do what you did.”
“I know,” I muttered again, staring at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.
He moved his fingers towards my chin and lifted my face up, then stared into my eyes again. “Autumn, she is your mother... she takes care of you, feeds you, buys you new clothes... What would even *possess* you to do something like that? How could you get so upset over your mother asking you to help her out? She helps you out enough, right?”
I nodded. He definitely wasn’t helping me feel any better.
He sighed, letting go of my chin and running his fingers through his hair. “Autumn... I’m not going to put up with this. You’re fifteen years old and you need to respect your mom, okay?”
“Okay.”
With that statement, he nodded. “Okay then, stand up.”
I did as told, wondering where this was going, though somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew exactly where I was headed. It just felt weird, though...
He nodded again. “You’re getting a spanking, Autumn,” he told me.
My mouth dropped. “A... what?”
“A spanking.” He paused to let the idea sink into my head. All of a sudden I wasn’t a fifteen year old without a father who hadn’t been spanked in ten years... I was just the opposite... or that’s how I felt anyway. “Okay,” he said. “Pants down, Young Lady... and no hesitation or that’ll just make it worse.”
I gulped, moving my fingers towards the button of my pants. They stayed there for a minute, touching the button slightly, and finally I unbuttoned my jeans, then unzipped them, and then slid them down to the floor. My lower lip quivered. I was so anxious.
He motioned for me to get over his lap, and held onto my right arm as to guide me over. I guess I’d always known he was left-handed, but it seemed weird to be going over a lap from this side... I’d always envisioned the spankings from the other side.
I took a deep breath in, now facing the carpet. I remembered childishly how I’d been counting the tiles earlier, and wondered if now would be a good time to begin counting the dust in the carpet... but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt a warm hand resting on my backside. I breathed ever so slightly to try and steady my heart beat and hands... I was so nervous. “It’s going to be on the bare-bottom, Autumn,” he told me, and I felt his fingertips move towards my back.
I whined... “Does it have to be?”
“Yes,” he answered, and I could tell he was a bit nervous, too, but he never faultered... he steadily played his part as father.
I took another deep breath in, feeling him now begin to tug at my panties until they met my jeans at my ankles. I quivered again, biting my lower lip and trying to advert my attention elsewhere. It wasn’t working, and really didn’t work when he put his hand back on my bum. I shivered again.
“You will not disrespect your mother, Young Lady, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Yes *what*,” he replied, sending a sharp smack to my rear.
“Oooowwwwww!!!” I squealed. That had really hurt!
“I expect a ‘yes, sir’ out of you, Autumn,” he told me, landing another smack.
“Ahhhhhooooowwwww,” I whined. “Y-yesss sirrrr... bbbut it hurtss!”
“Oh, this is just the beginning,” he told me, and lifted his strong hand again, the paraded it down on my already throbbing backside, hitting again and again and again... and all the time I tried to think that I deserved this, and that I actually kind of wanted it, but it hurt sooo much more than I’d imagined it ever hurting.
I was impressed with myself for being so tolerable of the pain being inflicted upon me. Of course, this was when he wasn’t giving it his all, but I *thought* he was at the time. The most I did was whine, no pleading or begging, no crying... nothing, just a little whining and complaining. But *then* he took it upon himself to pick up the pace and spank harder and faster... and *that* is when I wasn’t so tolerable. It started out with just me whining, and then I started trying to block the spanks, only to have my hands restrained behind my back, and then I started pleading -- “Pleaseeeeeeee Roberttttt... I’m sorry!! That.. hurrtss!” I begged. But he didn’t let up... just kept spanking... perhaps even harder than before. And after he wouldn’t stop, and my pleading didn’t help, and the whining didn’t help, and my hands were restrained, I felt like a small child and began feeling totally embarrassed for having myself lying over his lap like that... And I began crying. It started out small, a loud whine and a few tears trickling down my cheeks, and he just spanked harder, then started scolding to drive his point home.
“You will not cock an attitude with your mother,” he scolded, smacking inbetween words for emphasis, “you will not hit or shove her, and you will help around the house. Is that understood, Autumn?” he asked, spanking my sitspots with full force.
“Ooooowwwwwiiiieeeeeeee yeesssssss, ssssirrrr!!” I squealed, the tears now streaming down as fast as they could.
“I am very disappointed in you for acting this way. You are fifteen years old and know that it’s not okay to do what you did today.”
“I knowwwwww,” I cried.
He spanked me a dozen more times on each sit spot, making sure that I was full out crying, and then stopped. I felt him sigh and let go of my hands, and they immediately flew to my face to catch my tears that were falling to the carpet. He rubbed my backside softly for a minute, then lifted me up. Any modesty that I’d previously had was all forgotten as I stood there in front of him, face buried in hands. He moved my hands away and looked into my puffy red eyes. “Autumn.. please don’t do this again, okay?”
I nodded.
“Because I will spank you again if I ever find out that you pull a stunt like this, okay?”
I nodded again.
He smiled slightly and hugged me, rubbing my back. After he let go, I pulled my panties up, still crying, then pulled my pants up, and it hurt like crazy. But he wouldn’t let me rest. He said we had to get finished doing the stuff for debate, then I could do the rest of my homework, then I could do some chores, and *then* I could rest.
So I worked all day with a sore backside, but I got everything done and he was pleased with me. He finally decided to go home about ten that night. “You did well today... our debate is going to be fine, you got everything else done, your mom’ll be pleased... I’m proud of you,” he said, standing near the door.
I smiled as I studied him... that same tall guy, tie loosened, belt buckle still gleaming. “Thanks.”
He patted my bottom slightly then kissed my forehead. “See you tomorrow.”
I figured it would be weird, seeing him after that... after what he’d seen of me... or rather, what he’d done to me. But it really wasn’t awkward at all. It actually made our friendship stronger, and that was really awesome.
I can’t honestly say that I never got spanked again... by Robert, even... but that’s another story :)
As for my mom... I have no idea what she and Robert talked about or whether she even knew what he planned to do... but I was definitely more respectful after that, and she asked no questions. It’s probably better that way.
25 August 2004
Story: Learning the Hard Way
Misc Story. Jacy's friend and co-worker (Terrence... yes, from the Bri stories) is worried about her extreme usage of illegal substances. He decides to have a heart-to-heart... or, um, hand-to-bottom.
Learning the Hard Way
by Breanna Carter
I sat in the living room of my apartment attempting to light a joint. Attempting because my hands were so shaky from all the stress. It’d been such a long day. But even as the stress filled my mind, somehow there still managed to be a part of my mind that only thought about how Terrence would react if he knew what I was doing. See, Terrence is a guy I work with. I’d known him for years, since I was sixteen and started working at the radio station. Now I was eighteen and he and I were pretty close. He was really the only guy I hung out with who’d stayed there that long. Terrence was the Radio News manager and I was on the news teams as well as a dj. We were so close because he always helped me through the tough times since he’d been through so much himself. With his own parents having died and all, and he having to raise his younger sister by himself, he seemed to have understanding and patience beyond his age. I learned so much from him. I learned how to better deal with stuff.
But at the time I was smoking the joint, the stress having disappeared for a brief moment, all I could remember was the long discussion we’d had last time I smoked. The person whom I’d bought from was the roommate of Josh, another guy on the news team, and as fate and luck would have it, they lived down the street from Terrence. Josh swore that Terrence saw me and knew what was happening, but I don’t know if that was the case or if he told him. But none the less, I’d promised Terrence that I wouldn’t smoke again because I did know all of the bad stuff it could do to me and I knew that my life was worth more than that, and he promised he’d kick my ass if I ever did it again because he didn’t want to see me get hurt. And here I was, smoking again.
The next day at work I was a nervous wreck. I kept screwing up the controls on air, I spoke over song intros twice while live on air and I kept losing my train of thought halfway through my talk sets. Once i said the wrong artist on air, I decided I needed a break. I slumped down in the break room with a can of creme soda and a bag of M&Ms. I couldn’t even eat the candy, though. My appetite seemed to be missing.
“Everything okay?” Terrence asked, getting a coke and plopping down next to me.
I shrugged, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. I couldn’t even look at him, that’s how guilty I felt.
“I saw you at Josh’s house last night,” he then commented.
I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach taking off in full flight.
“But since Josh wasn’t home I figured you were visiting his friend, whatever his name is.. the drug dealer.”
I gulped.
Terrence moved in close and turned my chin so I was facing him. “Jacy, did you smoke marijuana last night?” he asked.
“N-no..” I stammered.
He gave me a disapproving look. “So you just went over to see Josh’s friend.”
“Uh huh..”
“And stayed for ten minutes then left.”
I’m not a very good liar, for the record. “Yeah..”
I realized then that I wasn’t looking him straight in the eyes then looked back at him. “You didn’t smoke any?” he asked again.
I gulped again.
He took my silence as a yes, I did smoke. “Come on,” he said, and stood up, motioning for me to follow him. I left my M&Ms and soda on the table and just followed him to his office. When we hung out at the station it was always in the back production studio. Only a couple of times before had I actually been in his office, and it always meant I was in trouble.
He shut the door behind us and sat on his desk, ordering me to sit in front of him.
“Jacy, did I ever tell you what happened to my sister?”
I nodded slightly. He’d told me about how she got kicked out of school for selling marijuana... that’d been the topic of our last discussion.
“Well, let me refresh your memory..” he began. “My sister was sixteen years old, Jacy... some older guy got her interested in selling weed and she was arrested... ARRESTED. She got kicked out of school. She didn’t even smoke any. Do you know what would have happened to you if you would have gotten pulled over on your drive home?”
I nodded, staring down at his carpet.
“What?”
“I’d have gotten busted,” I muttered, feeling really crappy.
“Exactly. You’d have gotten arrested and you’d probably still be in jail right now because bonds are expensive to pay. And with you being eighteen, you wouldn’t even go to juvi and get off with a warning... you’d be in prison.” He let that sink in for a moment. “You know what happened to Bri when she got home?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I spanked her.”
My mouth dropped and I just stared at him blankly. “But.. Terrence... you’re not going...” I began, dropping off because it was just too unbelievable to say.
He nodded. “I warned you, Jacy. I told you last time how stupid what you were doing was... and you agreed and promised never to smoke again.. and you broke that promise, but morely, you put yourself in danger. And you’re worth too much to put yourself in that kind of danger, okay? You could be in jail right now if a cop had pulled you over... and hell, smoking too much weed is really bad for your health. I’m not going to put up with it, Young Lady.”
My heart nearly stopped when he called me that. “But..” I began, not knowing of a good enough argument to convince him otherwise. When Terrence made up his mind, there was no changing it.
He waited to see what I was going to say, but my mouth moved wordlessly, nothing coming out. When he realized that I knew I was defeated, he just stood. He walked to the door and locked it.
“Terrence,” I whispered, my throat dry from being so nervous. “You’re n-not going to... well you know... here, are you?” I asked, still in a whisper.
He just nodded. “Sorry, kiddo. You earned this one.”
“B-but... people will hear,” I stammered.
He shook his head. “No they won’t.”
“I’ve... never gotten.. *spanked* ... before.”
He digested that. “Well, I won’t go too hard on you since it’s your first time, but believe me, it’s going to hurt like hell, understand?”
I nodded, lip quivering and a tear slipping down my cheek. “I dun want a spanking,” I whined.
“I know you don’t, but you deserve it, don’t you agree?”
That was a hard question because I didn’t honestly know if I deserved it or not. I guess I did deserve some sort of punishment, and Terrence was right, what I did was incredibly stupid. So maybe I did deserve to get spanked.
“Come here, Jacy,” he said, moving to an armless chair.
I stood up, legs trembling. My throat was dry and I tried to swallow, but it didn’t help any. Finally, I ambled towards him to await my fate.
“I’m going to spank you on the bare bottom, Jace. I’m going to let you pull down your pants, then I’ll help you over my lap and pull your panties down, okay?”
I nodded slowly, more tears beginning to stream down my face. “I’m scared,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied. “It’ll be okay, but you’re still getting a spanking.” He paused. “Okay, Jace.. pants down.”
I wiped the tears away and tried to steady my hands. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, looking at Terrence and having so much modesty I couldn’t hide it. “Terrence, do I hafta?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I whined again but unzipped my pants anyway and slid them down and hopped over his lap quickly. I knew it was probably an amusing sight for him. I mean, after all, I didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen before and I knew that, but it was still hard to undress in front of him.
He balanced me on his lap where my hands were touching the floor and my toes barely scraping it. “Okay, kiddo, I’m about to pull your panties down.”
“Wait,” I said, craning my neck to look at him. “Don’t I get a warm up, or something?” I asked.
“Nope, sorry. No warm up. Just be glad that I didn’t bring my hairbrush or paddle.”
I gulped at that then felt him tugging at my panties until they came sliding down my bare legs. I quivered in fear and began whining more. I didn’t like the cool breeze I felt on my backside... I liked the feeling much more with my panties up, so much that I almost asked him if I could take a raincheck for the hairbrush in order to keep my panties up.
I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to ask him had I wanted to because he landed the first smack square in the middle of my bottom and sent me yelping and bobbing up and down.
“OOOWWWWW!” I yelled, jumping up a little and reaching back to rub the sting away.
“Hands away, Jacy, or I’ll have to restrain them,” he ordered, pushing my hands away and resting his hand on my backside.
“Ittt hurttttt,” I whined, thinking maybe that was all he was going to give me. Boy was I wrong.
He lifted his hand again and sent it crashing down, this time on the right cheek, then crashed it down on the left cheek. I couldn’t help it... it was an impulse to reach back and try to block the smacks. Who knew a spanking could hurt this badly? Terrence caught my wrists and pinned them against my back.
“I told you, Jacy,” he said, spanking me again and again, very hard might I add, “no reaching back.” And thus, the spanking began. He spanked at a steady pace all over my bottom, being sure to cover each and every area to make sure that I was one well spanked little girl. And all I did was bob up and down and cry like a baby, bawling and begging and pleading for him to stop. But he didn’t.
“It is against the law to smoke marijuana,” he told me, emphasizing each word with a spank. “And you are my friend and I’m not going to allow you to get arrested over something dumb like that, understand?”
“Yeooowwwwwww... yesssssssssss,” I bawled.
He spanked more. “And if I ever ask you something and you lie to me like you did today, I’m going to let you feel what it’s like to get spanked with a hairbrush,” he warned.
“Ooookkkayyyyy,” I howled... “I w-won’t do it-t again!”
“Good,” he answered and spanked more, hitting my thighs a couple of times to send me yelping and begging for mercy.
“I’m sorrrryyyy,” I pleaded, “I’m so so sorry... no moreeee.”
He spanked me a little more, sit spots and all so he’d make sure I felt it while working, and then said, “and after this spanking, you’ll be all forgiven, okay? But I won’t forget, and I’m not going to let you off easy if you do this again.”
I tried to promise him that I wouldn’t do it again, but my body was racked with sobs and I wasn’t really able to say anything. My struggles died down and I just lay there limply, unable to move or anything. I was too exhausted and in too much pain. And that’s when he stopped, knowing that I was truly broken.
“Shhhhh,” he cooed, stroking my hair softly. “Shhhh, Jacy, babygirl. It’s okay. I’m finished.”
Who knew that a measly hand-spanking could make me cry like so?
“You’re all forgiven. It’s okay now.” He rubbed my back a little then lifted me up. I knew my eyes were red and puffy and my makeup running, but I didn’t really care. He embraced me in a hug. “You worry me sometimes, Jace. I don’t like you smoking or any of that crap, okay? Please don’t do it again.”
“I won’t,” I promised through tears, rubbing my red bottom.
“Good,” he answered and handed me a tissue. I finally regained myself after a few minutes, and pulled my pants and panties back up, realizing that I’d forgotten about my modesty else I wouldn’t have been standing there in front of him half naked. He dismissed me back to work after giving me a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, then patted my bottom and sent me on my way. On the way out he called after me, “Oh by the way, don’t worry about going on air for the news. I’ll cover it.” I gave a feeble smile of thanks, I didn’t want our listeners to hear me sound all choked up, it was unprofessional and embarrassing.
I sat through work that day vowing to myself that I’d never do anything like that again as I shifted uncomfortably. Right before it was time to come home, Terrence brought me a soda and said I could leave a little early and asked how I was feeling. I smiled. “Better,” I answered.
“Good,” he said, giving me a wink. “Get some rest. See ya tomorrow.”
Learning the Hard Way
by Breanna Carter
I sat in the living room of my apartment attempting to light a joint. Attempting because my hands were so shaky from all the stress. It’d been such a long day. But even as the stress filled my mind, somehow there still managed to be a part of my mind that only thought about how Terrence would react if he knew what I was doing. See, Terrence is a guy I work with. I’d known him for years, since I was sixteen and started working at the radio station. Now I was eighteen and he and I were pretty close. He was really the only guy I hung out with who’d stayed there that long. Terrence was the Radio News manager and I was on the news teams as well as a dj. We were so close because he always helped me through the tough times since he’d been through so much himself. With his own parents having died and all, and he having to raise his younger sister by himself, he seemed to have understanding and patience beyond his age. I learned so much from him. I learned how to better deal with stuff.
But at the time I was smoking the joint, the stress having disappeared for a brief moment, all I could remember was the long discussion we’d had last time I smoked. The person whom I’d bought from was the roommate of Josh, another guy on the news team, and as fate and luck would have it, they lived down the street from Terrence. Josh swore that Terrence saw me and knew what was happening, but I don’t know if that was the case or if he told him. But none the less, I’d promised Terrence that I wouldn’t smoke again because I did know all of the bad stuff it could do to me and I knew that my life was worth more than that, and he promised he’d kick my ass if I ever did it again because he didn’t want to see me get hurt. And here I was, smoking again.
The next day at work I was a nervous wreck. I kept screwing up the controls on air, I spoke over song intros twice while live on air and I kept losing my train of thought halfway through my talk sets. Once i said the wrong artist on air, I decided I needed a break. I slumped down in the break room with a can of creme soda and a bag of M&Ms. I couldn’t even eat the candy, though. My appetite seemed to be missing.
“Everything okay?” Terrence asked, getting a coke and plopping down next to me.
I shrugged, my heart thumping rapidly inside my chest. I couldn’t even look at him, that’s how guilty I felt.
“I saw you at Josh’s house last night,” he then commented.
I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach taking off in full flight.
“But since Josh wasn’t home I figured you were visiting his friend, whatever his name is.. the drug dealer.”
I gulped.
Terrence moved in close and turned my chin so I was facing him. “Jacy, did you smoke marijuana last night?” he asked.
“N-no..” I stammered.
He gave me a disapproving look. “So you just went over to see Josh’s friend.”
“Uh huh..”
“And stayed for ten minutes then left.”
I’m not a very good liar, for the record. “Yeah..”
I realized then that I wasn’t looking him straight in the eyes then looked back at him. “You didn’t smoke any?” he asked again.
I gulped again.
He took my silence as a yes, I did smoke. “Come on,” he said, and stood up, motioning for me to follow him. I left my M&Ms and soda on the table and just followed him to his office. When we hung out at the station it was always in the back production studio. Only a couple of times before had I actually been in his office, and it always meant I was in trouble.
He shut the door behind us and sat on his desk, ordering me to sit in front of him.
“Jacy, did I ever tell you what happened to my sister?”
I nodded slightly. He’d told me about how she got kicked out of school for selling marijuana... that’d been the topic of our last discussion.
“Well, let me refresh your memory..” he began. “My sister was sixteen years old, Jacy... some older guy got her interested in selling weed and she was arrested... ARRESTED. She got kicked out of school. She didn’t even smoke any. Do you know what would have happened to you if you would have gotten pulled over on your drive home?”
I nodded, staring down at his carpet.
“What?”
“I’d have gotten busted,” I muttered, feeling really crappy.
“Exactly. You’d have gotten arrested and you’d probably still be in jail right now because bonds are expensive to pay. And with you being eighteen, you wouldn’t even go to juvi and get off with a warning... you’d be in prison.” He let that sink in for a moment. “You know what happened to Bri when she got home?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I spanked her.”
My mouth dropped and I just stared at him blankly. “But.. Terrence... you’re not going...” I began, dropping off because it was just too unbelievable to say.
He nodded. “I warned you, Jacy. I told you last time how stupid what you were doing was... and you agreed and promised never to smoke again.. and you broke that promise, but morely, you put yourself in danger. And you’re worth too much to put yourself in that kind of danger, okay? You could be in jail right now if a cop had pulled you over... and hell, smoking too much weed is really bad for your health. I’m not going to put up with it, Young Lady.”
My heart nearly stopped when he called me that. “But..” I began, not knowing of a good enough argument to convince him otherwise. When Terrence made up his mind, there was no changing it.
He waited to see what I was going to say, but my mouth moved wordlessly, nothing coming out. When he realized that I knew I was defeated, he just stood. He walked to the door and locked it.
“Terrence,” I whispered, my throat dry from being so nervous. “You’re n-not going to... well you know... here, are you?” I asked, still in a whisper.
He just nodded. “Sorry, kiddo. You earned this one.”
“B-but... people will hear,” I stammered.
He shook his head. “No they won’t.”
“I’ve... never gotten.. *spanked* ... before.”
He digested that. “Well, I won’t go too hard on you since it’s your first time, but believe me, it’s going to hurt like hell, understand?”
I nodded, lip quivering and a tear slipping down my cheek. “I dun want a spanking,” I whined.
“I know you don’t, but you deserve it, don’t you agree?”
That was a hard question because I didn’t honestly know if I deserved it or not. I guess I did deserve some sort of punishment, and Terrence was right, what I did was incredibly stupid. So maybe I did deserve to get spanked.
“Come here, Jacy,” he said, moving to an armless chair.
I stood up, legs trembling. My throat was dry and I tried to swallow, but it didn’t help any. Finally, I ambled towards him to await my fate.
“I’m going to spank you on the bare bottom, Jace. I’m going to let you pull down your pants, then I’ll help you over my lap and pull your panties down, okay?”
I nodded slowly, more tears beginning to stream down my face. “I’m scared,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied. “It’ll be okay, but you’re still getting a spanking.” He paused. “Okay, Jace.. pants down.”
I wiped the tears away and tried to steady my hands. I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, looking at Terrence and having so much modesty I couldn’t hide it. “Terrence, do I hafta?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I whined again but unzipped my pants anyway and slid them down and hopped over his lap quickly. I knew it was probably an amusing sight for him. I mean, after all, I didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen before and I knew that, but it was still hard to undress in front of him.
He balanced me on his lap where my hands were touching the floor and my toes barely scraping it. “Okay, kiddo, I’m about to pull your panties down.”
“Wait,” I said, craning my neck to look at him. “Don’t I get a warm up, or something?” I asked.
“Nope, sorry. No warm up. Just be glad that I didn’t bring my hairbrush or paddle.”
I gulped at that then felt him tugging at my panties until they came sliding down my bare legs. I quivered in fear and began whining more. I didn’t like the cool breeze I felt on my backside... I liked the feeling much more with my panties up, so much that I almost asked him if I could take a raincheck for the hairbrush in order to keep my panties up.
I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to ask him had I wanted to because he landed the first smack square in the middle of my bottom and sent me yelping and bobbing up and down.
“OOOWWWWW!” I yelled, jumping up a little and reaching back to rub the sting away.
“Hands away, Jacy, or I’ll have to restrain them,” he ordered, pushing my hands away and resting his hand on my backside.
“Ittt hurttttt,” I whined, thinking maybe that was all he was going to give me. Boy was I wrong.
He lifted his hand again and sent it crashing down, this time on the right cheek, then crashed it down on the left cheek. I couldn’t help it... it was an impulse to reach back and try to block the smacks. Who knew a spanking could hurt this badly? Terrence caught my wrists and pinned them against my back.
“I told you, Jacy,” he said, spanking me again and again, very hard might I add, “no reaching back.” And thus, the spanking began. He spanked at a steady pace all over my bottom, being sure to cover each and every area to make sure that I was one well spanked little girl. And all I did was bob up and down and cry like a baby, bawling and begging and pleading for him to stop. But he didn’t.
“It is against the law to smoke marijuana,” he told me, emphasizing each word with a spank. “And you are my friend and I’m not going to allow you to get arrested over something dumb like that, understand?”
“Yeooowwwwwww... yesssssssssss,” I bawled.
He spanked more. “And if I ever ask you something and you lie to me like you did today, I’m going to let you feel what it’s like to get spanked with a hairbrush,” he warned.
“Ooookkkayyyyy,” I howled... “I w-won’t do it-t again!”
“Good,” he answered and spanked more, hitting my thighs a couple of times to send me yelping and begging for mercy.
“I’m sorrrryyyy,” I pleaded, “I’m so so sorry... no moreeee.”
He spanked me a little more, sit spots and all so he’d make sure I felt it while working, and then said, “and after this spanking, you’ll be all forgiven, okay? But I won’t forget, and I’m not going to let you off easy if you do this again.”
I tried to promise him that I wouldn’t do it again, but my body was racked with sobs and I wasn’t really able to say anything. My struggles died down and I just lay there limply, unable to move or anything. I was too exhausted and in too much pain. And that’s when he stopped, knowing that I was truly broken.
“Shhhhh,” he cooed, stroking my hair softly. “Shhhh, Jacy, babygirl. It’s okay. I’m finished.”
Who knew that a measly hand-spanking could make me cry like so?
“You’re all forgiven. It’s okay now.” He rubbed my back a little then lifted me up. I knew my eyes were red and puffy and my makeup running, but I didn’t really care. He embraced me in a hug. “You worry me sometimes, Jace. I don’t like you smoking or any of that crap, okay? Please don’t do it again.”
“I won’t,” I promised through tears, rubbing my red bottom.
“Good,” he answered and handed me a tissue. I finally regained myself after a few minutes, and pulled my pants and panties back up, realizing that I’d forgotten about my modesty else I wouldn’t have been standing there in front of him half naked. He dismissed me back to work after giving me a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead, then patted my bottom and sent me on my way. On the way out he called after me, “Oh by the way, don’t worry about going on air for the news. I’ll cover it.” I gave a feeble smile of thanks, I didn’t want our listeners to hear me sound all choked up, it was unprofessional and embarrassing.
I sat through work that day vowing to myself that I’d never do anything like that again as I shifted uncomfortably. Right before it was time to come home, Terrence brought me a soda and said I could leave a little early and asked how I was feeling. I smiled. “Better,” I answered.
“Good,” he said, giving me a wink. “Get some rest. See ya tomorrow.”
24 August 2004
Story: Procrastinating Into Trouble
Part of the Just Shannon series. Shannon isn't up for doing her homework, but she's about to have to stand up to finish it because Matt found out how much she's been slacking off. As if it isn't bad enough that she hasn't started the report she has due tomorrow, she gets a little too much of an attitude. Time for Matt to intervene.
Procrastinating Into Trouble
by Breanna Carter
Good Charlotte was blaring through my room as I flipped through the latest issue of CosmoGirl. I was singing along, headbanging and all, taking notes on how to tell if a boyfriend was cheating, when Matt walked in.
“You could at least knock ya know!” I yelled over the music.
“I tried!” he yelled back. “I don’t think the neighbors appreciate you holding a rock concert in my room, ya know! Think you could turn that down a bit?”
When I shook my head no and averted my attention back to the magazine, Matt sighed and turned the music off. “Hey! What’d you do that for,” I asked, glaring at him.
“Because it was too loud and besides, I gotta question for you.”
I rolled my eyes. Great. “Fine, what?”
“Your teacher called today and said that you have a huge report due tomorrow and she hasn’t seen you working on it in class, but instead you’ve been goofing off. I assured her that you probably already finished it, but didn’t mention that I haven’t seen you working on it either. I figured that all those nights you said you were going out with Lisa you were really at the library working on the report.”
I blinked. That report was due tomorrow? “Uhm, yeah. That’s what it is.”
He smiled, not buying it. “Great. How about I read it then? I’ll proof it for you, make sure you don’t have any mistakes. What’s the report on anyway?”
I blinked again. “I don’t need it proofed.”
“Sure ya do. It’s a really big report, so I hear. Counts as about 400 points... I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t get your full 100 percent just because it wasn’t proofed.”
“Truth is, I left it at school.”
“I’m sure. Guess we’ll just have to go up there and get it then?”
I sighed.
“You know, things would be so much easier if you just told me the truth..”
“Okay, fine... I haven’t gotten the report finished yet. There, happy?”
“No.” He took the magazine away. “You should finish your school work before you have a rock concert.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll finish it later,” I promised, attempting to grab the magazine from him, but failing.
“No, you’ll finish it now.”
“Ma-att!” I whined.
“Shan-non!” he mimicked.
“I don’t feel like doing the report right now.”
“I don’t care. You’ve had weeks to do it and if you hadn’t procrastinated, it’d be finished by now. And as your teacher said, you’ve had class time to do it. So I don’t want to hear it.”
I glared at him.
“And if you keep arguing, you’ll be doing that report standing up.”
Understanding what he meant by that remark, I sighed heavily and grabbed my backpack and threw it on my bed. Before I could get the books out and stuff, Matt spoke.
“At the table, Shannon.”
I groaned and threw my backpack over my shoulder then shoved past him to the kitchen table.
I worked on the report for about ten minutes then grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Then I worked a little more and got distracted by Wheel Of Fortune which is what Matt was watching on tv. Then I got engrossed in having a philosophical conversation with myself about how come Matt was watching that show, and then he woke me up.
“Shannon... staring into space isn’t going to get the report written,” he said.
I groaned and went back to work. It wasn’t twenty minutes before I got bored with it again and grabbed another snack from the kitchen.
“You’ll ruin your appetite,” Matt muttered from the living room.
“I don’t care. It’s keeping me more entertained than this stupid report.”
Finally, after it’d already gotten dark outside and Matt had told Lisa that I was too busy to talk or hang out, I finished the second page of my report and threw down my pen.
“Finished,” I murmured, then shoved everything in my backpack.
Matt got up and held his hand out.
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
“Let me proof-read it,” he ordered.
“It’s fine, I finished it... no big deal.”
“I don’t care. Let me proof-read it.”
I sighed and pulled it back out of my backpack and handed it to him. He wouldn’t let me get up. He stood there over me, reading the paper to himself. I rolled my eyes at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, just kept reading. “Two pages, Shannon? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is a rough draft, right?”
“Matt... just... leave me alone. It’s fine.”
“No, Shannon, it isn’t fine,” he said, this time actually getting a little mad at me. “You’ve had this report for two weeks now and all you’ve been doing in class is goofing off and talking to your friends. Every night when you come home, you go out with Lisa or someone else for the entire evening and you don’t do any of your homework. While you’re in my house, you’re not going to goof off and let your grades drop, understand? You’re a smart girl and I know you can write a better paper than this.”
“No, I can’t,” I said, trying to stand up and push away from him, but he stood firmly in front of me.
“Yes, you can,” he replied, gently pushing me back in my chair. “Finish writing your paper, then you can type it up on my laptop and save it to a disk and print it out at school tomorrow.”
“No. I finished the report, I’m not doing anymore,” I said, standing back up.
“Shannon! Look at this paper! You have scratch-outs and bad grammar..” he shoved the paper in my face, and I shoved it away, so he smacked my hands away and I don’t know what came over me, I guess I was just acting on impulse, and I smacked him back.
Everything stopped with that deafening smack... he stopped talking and just stared at me, and I just stood there with my mouth dropped.
“That’s it,” he said, throwing his hands up and putting the report down on the table.
“No, wait... Matt... I’m sorry,” I muttered, but he was already grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the bathroom.
“You’re always sorry, Shannon. I’m sick of it. I’ve tried to let you off easy, tried to give you a chance to actually do the damn report even after you lied to me and gave me that attitude, and you just don’t want to take the easy way out. So we’re going to deal with this the way it should have been dealt with to begin with.”
“Nooooo, please, Matt..” I begged, trying to release from his firm grip.
He dragged me to the bathroom. “This is what happens when you lie to me and cock an attitude,” he said, finding a bar of soap and a washcloth.
“Nooooooooo!” I sqealed upon seeing it. “Pleaseeee, Matt... don’t do that...” I begged.
“Too late,” he said, turning the faucet and wetting the cloth then lathering the soap into it. He held onto my wrist tightly so I wouldn’t escape. I was whining like a baby.
When the washcloth was covered with soap, he turned the water off and let go of my wrist, then held onto my chin, practically having to pry my lips open. “Matt, stoppp,” I whined. “I’m sorry!” He wouldn’t listen to me though, just held my mouth open and washed it out with soap, scrubbing my tounge and my cheeks, then the roof of my mouth.
“You will not lie to me, Young Lady,” he said. “And you’re going to stop it with this attitude.”
“Mmmkay... ah will!” I choked through the nasty tast of the soap.
He stopped scrubbing and threw the cloth down, then got the bar of soap and shoved it in my mouth. “You will hold it there and if you spit it out, I will use the hairbrush and belt on you, understand?”
I nodded hurriedly, by this time the tears streaming down my face because it finally hit me what I’d done... I’d hit him, and that wasn’t good.
He led me to a corner in the living room and swatted me on the bottom. “Nose in the corner and don’t move it an inch. I want you to think about what you’ve done and what you’re about to get.” More tears began streaming down my face as I buried my nose in the corner. I heard Matt sit down behind me.
I tried not to think of what Matt told me to think about, but having the gross bitter taste of soap in my mouth and staring at the wall, it was hard to not think about it. I was wondering what he was going to do to me, desperately wishing that he wouldn’t use his belt or hairbrush... even though I honestly knew I deserved it. I regretted putting off the report until the last minute. Had I just done the work in class, none of this would have ever happened...
“Okay, Shannon,” he said. “Come here.”
I turned around, bar of soap still in my mouth.
He led me to the bathroom and threw the soap in the sink. “Spit out, but do not rinse,” he ordered.
So I spit as much of the soap out as I could, then he grabbed me by the upper arm and led me to the futon. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them to the floor, then did the same with my panties.
“Please, Matt,” I choked out through more tears. “I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“I don’t think so, Shannon,” he replied, throwing me over his lap. “This is for procrastinating, playing around during class, and hitting me.”
“But I’m sorry!”
He replied with a hearty smack to my poor bottom, and then landed more and more, causing a few yelps to erupt from my soapy mouth. “Ooowwwww,” I whined. “Ahhhh, Matt... that hurtssss.”
“Good.. maybe you’ll think of this next time you decide to get into trouble.” He kept smacking, hitting my backside at full force and concentrating mainly on my sitspots.
I just lay there, whining and groaning and letting the tears stream down my face. My heart was pounding to no end and I was desperately wishing that he wouldn’t decide to take his belt off.
And he didn’t, but he did decide to grab the wooden hairbrush that was conveniently sitting on the coffee table in front of us. “Noooooo... Mattttt,” I begged, more tears pouring out of my eyes. “I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy. Pleaseeee not the hairbrush!!”
“*WHACK!* Sorry, kiddo. *WHACK!* *WHACK!* You’ve been very *WHACK!* disrespectful *WHACK!* today. *WHACK! WHACK!* And I *WHACK WHACK!!* will not *WHACK!* tolerate *WHACK!* you hitting me *WHACK WHACK WHACK!!*”
“I knowwwww,” I pleaded. “I won’t do it again!”
He didn’t let up. He hit me with that damn hairbrush so many times I thought I felt my bottom beginning to turn numb. I began bawling, feeling true remorse for what I’d done. Feeling bad for pushing Matt’s limits and practically begging for this spanking. I howled in pain, my head hurting nearly as badly as my burning rear end, and I was crying so hard that my body shook. He finally put the brush back on the coffee table and let me lie there to regain myself. I was shaking and crying for a long time, just lying there over my brother’s lap.
“Shhhh, shhhh, baby sister,” he said in a soft voice. “You’re all forgiven now.”
I nodded. “It-t h-hurtsss,” I whispered.
“I know. But I bet you won’t hit me ever again, will you?”
“N-nooo.”
He lifted me from his lap and hugged me tightly, wiping a tear out of my eyes. He tugged my panties back up. “Now, I want you to go finish your report, sitting down.”
“But...” I began, but he gave me a warning look and I knew that now wasn’t the best time to argue. “Okay, Matt,” I said, then kicked my pants away and hobbled towards the table. I sat on my throbbing bottom for hours writing the stupid report, but I even let Matt proof-read it and he said it sounded great and even offered to type it for me. Yep, I have a pretty cool big brother :)
Procrastinating Into Trouble
by Breanna Carter
Good Charlotte was blaring through my room as I flipped through the latest issue of CosmoGirl. I was singing along, headbanging and all, taking notes on how to tell if a boyfriend was cheating, when Matt walked in.
“You could at least knock ya know!” I yelled over the music.
“I tried!” he yelled back. “I don’t think the neighbors appreciate you holding a rock concert in my room, ya know! Think you could turn that down a bit?”
When I shook my head no and averted my attention back to the magazine, Matt sighed and turned the music off. “Hey! What’d you do that for,” I asked, glaring at him.
“Because it was too loud and besides, I gotta question for you.”
I rolled my eyes. Great. “Fine, what?”
“Your teacher called today and said that you have a huge report due tomorrow and she hasn’t seen you working on it in class, but instead you’ve been goofing off. I assured her that you probably already finished it, but didn’t mention that I haven’t seen you working on it either. I figured that all those nights you said you were going out with Lisa you were really at the library working on the report.”
I blinked. That report was due tomorrow? “Uhm, yeah. That’s what it is.”
He smiled, not buying it. “Great. How about I read it then? I’ll proof it for you, make sure you don’t have any mistakes. What’s the report on anyway?”
I blinked again. “I don’t need it proofed.”
“Sure ya do. It’s a really big report, so I hear. Counts as about 400 points... I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t get your full 100 percent just because it wasn’t proofed.”
“Truth is, I left it at school.”
“I’m sure. Guess we’ll just have to go up there and get it then?”
I sighed.
“You know, things would be so much easier if you just told me the truth..”
“Okay, fine... I haven’t gotten the report finished yet. There, happy?”
“No.” He took the magazine away. “You should finish your school work before you have a rock concert.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll finish it later,” I promised, attempting to grab the magazine from him, but failing.
“No, you’ll finish it now.”
“Ma-att!” I whined.
“Shan-non!” he mimicked.
“I don’t feel like doing the report right now.”
“I don’t care. You’ve had weeks to do it and if you hadn’t procrastinated, it’d be finished by now. And as your teacher said, you’ve had class time to do it. So I don’t want to hear it.”
I glared at him.
“And if you keep arguing, you’ll be doing that report standing up.”
Understanding what he meant by that remark, I sighed heavily and grabbed my backpack and threw it on my bed. Before I could get the books out and stuff, Matt spoke.
“At the table, Shannon.”
I groaned and threw my backpack over my shoulder then shoved past him to the kitchen table.
I worked on the report for about ten minutes then grabbed a snack from the kitchen. Then I worked a little more and got distracted by Wheel Of Fortune which is what Matt was watching on tv. Then I got engrossed in having a philosophical conversation with myself about how come Matt was watching that show, and then he woke me up.
“Shannon... staring into space isn’t going to get the report written,” he said.
I groaned and went back to work. It wasn’t twenty minutes before I got bored with it again and grabbed another snack from the kitchen.
“You’ll ruin your appetite,” Matt muttered from the living room.
“I don’t care. It’s keeping me more entertained than this stupid report.”
Finally, after it’d already gotten dark outside and Matt had told Lisa that I was too busy to talk or hang out, I finished the second page of my report and threw down my pen.
“Finished,” I murmured, then shoved everything in my backpack.
Matt got up and held his hand out.
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
“Let me proof-read it,” he ordered.
“It’s fine, I finished it... no big deal.”
“I don’t care. Let me proof-read it.”
I sighed and pulled it back out of my backpack and handed it to him. He wouldn’t let me get up. He stood there over me, reading the paper to himself. I rolled my eyes at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, just kept reading. “Two pages, Shannon? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is a rough draft, right?”
“Matt... just... leave me alone. It’s fine.”
“No, Shannon, it isn’t fine,” he said, this time actually getting a little mad at me. “You’ve had this report for two weeks now and all you’ve been doing in class is goofing off and talking to your friends. Every night when you come home, you go out with Lisa or someone else for the entire evening and you don’t do any of your homework. While you’re in my house, you’re not going to goof off and let your grades drop, understand? You’re a smart girl and I know you can write a better paper than this.”
“No, I can’t,” I said, trying to stand up and push away from him, but he stood firmly in front of me.
“Yes, you can,” he replied, gently pushing me back in my chair. “Finish writing your paper, then you can type it up on my laptop and save it to a disk and print it out at school tomorrow.”
“No. I finished the report, I’m not doing anymore,” I said, standing back up.
“Shannon! Look at this paper! You have scratch-outs and bad grammar..” he shoved the paper in my face, and I shoved it away, so he smacked my hands away and I don’t know what came over me, I guess I was just acting on impulse, and I smacked him back.
Everything stopped with that deafening smack... he stopped talking and just stared at me, and I just stood there with my mouth dropped.
“That’s it,” he said, throwing his hands up and putting the report down on the table.
“No, wait... Matt... I’m sorry,” I muttered, but he was already grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the bathroom.
“You’re always sorry, Shannon. I’m sick of it. I’ve tried to let you off easy, tried to give you a chance to actually do the damn report even after you lied to me and gave me that attitude, and you just don’t want to take the easy way out. So we’re going to deal with this the way it should have been dealt with to begin with.”
“Nooooo, please, Matt..” I begged, trying to release from his firm grip.
He dragged me to the bathroom. “This is what happens when you lie to me and cock an attitude,” he said, finding a bar of soap and a washcloth.
“Nooooooooo!” I sqealed upon seeing it. “Pleaseeee, Matt... don’t do that...” I begged.
“Too late,” he said, turning the faucet and wetting the cloth then lathering the soap into it. He held onto my wrist tightly so I wouldn’t escape. I was whining like a baby.
When the washcloth was covered with soap, he turned the water off and let go of my wrist, then held onto my chin, practically having to pry my lips open. “Matt, stoppp,” I whined. “I’m sorry!” He wouldn’t listen to me though, just held my mouth open and washed it out with soap, scrubbing my tounge and my cheeks, then the roof of my mouth.
“You will not lie to me, Young Lady,” he said. “And you’re going to stop it with this attitude.”
“Mmmkay... ah will!” I choked through the nasty tast of the soap.
He stopped scrubbing and threw the cloth down, then got the bar of soap and shoved it in my mouth. “You will hold it there and if you spit it out, I will use the hairbrush and belt on you, understand?”
I nodded hurriedly, by this time the tears streaming down my face because it finally hit me what I’d done... I’d hit him, and that wasn’t good.
He led me to a corner in the living room and swatted me on the bottom. “Nose in the corner and don’t move it an inch. I want you to think about what you’ve done and what you’re about to get.” More tears began streaming down my face as I buried my nose in the corner. I heard Matt sit down behind me.
I tried not to think of what Matt told me to think about, but having the gross bitter taste of soap in my mouth and staring at the wall, it was hard to not think about it. I was wondering what he was going to do to me, desperately wishing that he wouldn’t use his belt or hairbrush... even though I honestly knew I deserved it. I regretted putting off the report until the last minute. Had I just done the work in class, none of this would have ever happened...
“Okay, Shannon,” he said. “Come here.”
I turned around, bar of soap still in my mouth.
He led me to the bathroom and threw the soap in the sink. “Spit out, but do not rinse,” he ordered.
So I spit as much of the soap out as I could, then he grabbed me by the upper arm and led me to the futon. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them to the floor, then did the same with my panties.
“Please, Matt,” I choked out through more tears. “I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“I don’t think so, Shannon,” he replied, throwing me over his lap. “This is for procrastinating, playing around during class, and hitting me.”
“But I’m sorry!”
He replied with a hearty smack to my poor bottom, and then landed more and more, causing a few yelps to erupt from my soapy mouth. “Ooowwwww,” I whined. “Ahhhh, Matt... that hurtssss.”
“Good.. maybe you’ll think of this next time you decide to get into trouble.” He kept smacking, hitting my backside at full force and concentrating mainly on my sitspots.
I just lay there, whining and groaning and letting the tears stream down my face. My heart was pounding to no end and I was desperately wishing that he wouldn’t decide to take his belt off.
And he didn’t, but he did decide to grab the wooden hairbrush that was conveniently sitting on the coffee table in front of us. “Noooooo... Mattttt,” I begged, more tears pouring out of my eyes. “I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy. Pleaseeee not the hairbrush!!”
“*WHACK!* Sorry, kiddo. *WHACK!* *WHACK!* You’ve been very *WHACK!* disrespectful *WHACK!* today. *WHACK! WHACK!* And I *WHACK WHACK!!* will not *WHACK!* tolerate *WHACK!* you hitting me *WHACK WHACK WHACK!!*”
“I knowwwww,” I pleaded. “I won’t do it again!”
He didn’t let up. He hit me with that damn hairbrush so many times I thought I felt my bottom beginning to turn numb. I began bawling, feeling true remorse for what I’d done. Feeling bad for pushing Matt’s limits and practically begging for this spanking. I howled in pain, my head hurting nearly as badly as my burning rear end, and I was crying so hard that my body shook. He finally put the brush back on the coffee table and let me lie there to regain myself. I was shaking and crying for a long time, just lying there over my brother’s lap.
“Shhhh, shhhh, baby sister,” he said in a soft voice. “You’re all forgiven now.”
I nodded. “It-t h-hurtsss,” I whispered.
“I know. But I bet you won’t hit me ever again, will you?”
“N-nooo.”
He lifted me from his lap and hugged me tightly, wiping a tear out of my eyes. He tugged my panties back up. “Now, I want you to go finish your report, sitting down.”
“But...” I began, but he gave me a warning look and I knew that now wasn’t the best time to argue. “Okay, Matt,” I said, then kicked my pants away and hobbled towards the table. I sat on my throbbing bottom for hours writing the stupid report, but I even let Matt proof-read it and he said it sounded great and even offered to type it for me. Yep, I have a pretty cool big brother :)
22 August 2004
Story: Christina's Bad Day
Misc Story. Christina finally pushes her teacher over the edge and she's sent to the principal's office to endure the spanking machine. And of course, a spanking at school means a spanking at home.
Christina's Bad Day
by Breanna Carter
Mrs. Matthews hauled me down the hallway, half dragging me as I kicked and screamed obscenities at her. I couldn’t help it... what was she thinking, sending me to the office. After all, she should know who my daddy is and he wouldn’t appreciate the way she was dragging me.
“Let me go, you...” I shouted, adding a few choice words that most twelve year old girls like me didn’t even dare think of.
“That is enough, Christina!” she replied, finally arriving to the office. “Mr. Evans, would you please take this girl in hand? She has been disrupting my class all morning and shoved another student then threw a fit and I cannot deal with it.”
I glared at her and folded my arms in a pout.
The principal looked at me. “Why, Miss Christina... what is going on?” he asked.
The teacher finally let go of me and I rubbed my arm where she’d been holding.
When I didn’t answer, the principal decided to break the silence. “I think we’d better take her down the hall.”
I had no clue what he was talking about but Mrs. Matthews nodded. “I agree. And a phone call home, no doubt. I don’t want her back in my classroom today.”
I groaned. “Shut up,” I muttered.
Mr. Evans gave me a disapproving look. “Very well then. Come with me, Miss Christina,” he said then grabbed my upper arm, in the EXACT same spot that the stupid teacher had, then dragged me to the hallway. We walked in the opposite direction of where my classroom was.
“Where are we going?” I demanded to know.
“We’re taking a trip to the elementary school to teach you a lesson.”
That’s when I realized what he was talking about and I stopped walking. “What? Wait! You can’t do that!” I yelped. “My daddy won’t let you!”
“I am not going to argue with you, Young Lady. You’ve been causing disturbances since the beginning of school and it’s time this nonsense stops. From now on, everytime you disrupt the class, we’ll be taking this trip.”
“But you can’t!”
“I have permission from your father, dear. Now come on,” he ordered, then kept dragging me.
“Let me GO!”
He didn’t say anything. I kept struggling, wanting to do anything but take this trip, but he was too strong and had a firm grip on me and before I knew it, we were standing in the hallway of the elementary school which was connected to our own school by a tiny hallway. He led me to a small room where I saw a line of three boys standing, tears streaming down their faces. I gulped.
“Mr. Hollaway,” my principal said, then shook the hand of another man who was standing next to a door.
“Ah, hello, Mr. Evans,” the man replied, smiling slightly. “How are you this afternoon? Some trouble your way, I see?”
Mr. Evans nodded. “Yes, sir. This young lady has been disrupting the class for quite some time. I think it’s about time she learns a lesson. I think this one’ll have to be bare to teach her.”
I wished they’d stop talking about me like I wasn’t there.
“Oh? You want me to send her in then? Not just scare her, huh. I’ve got a few boys here that are going in. Seems as if there was a fight at recess today.”
I gulped again, seeing one of the boys begin to cry harder.
Mr. Hollaway looked at me. “What’s your name?”
“Christina,” I murmured.
“Well, Christina. Do you know what happens in this room?”
I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip.
“And what is that?”
I shrugged.
“I’ll take care of her,” Mr. Hollaway assured Mr. Evans, then sent him on his way. “Well, then, if you don’t know what happens in here, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”
“N-no.. it’s okay,” I said, but he was already hauling up one of the boys.
“Okay, Jonathan... clearly, you started the fight, so you’re first. Come on.”
I studied the young man. He couldn’t have been older than eight or nine years old, was wearing blue jeans with grass stains on the knees, and a T-shirt. He had brown hair that was ruffled a bit and big brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy. I felt sorry for him. I assumed that he was tough as nails when on the playground, and he was thankful that everyone in the room was as scared as he, because he didn’t want to ruin his reputation.
Mr. Hollaway hauled the kid up and opened the large door, revealing what I had been scared to see: a huge machine with some restraints and a large wooden paddle. My heart literally stopped.
“Okay boys, and Christina, come in here with me.” It felt weird being the oldest one in the room, and the only girl. I guess the boys were probably shy about me being in there, too. I just hoped that they wouldn’t get to witness my spanking, even if they were younger than me. I wondered in the back of my mind if any of them had ever been sent to the office to be spanked before. I hadn’t, and had never intended to, seeing as my father was a rockstar and wouldn’t allow of it if he knew what they were doing.
Mr. Hollaway pointed to a large bench and we all sat except for Jonathan. The door slammed shut and he led Jonathan to the machine, having him leaning over a bench with his hands restrained and then restraining his feet. My leg thumped with anticipation, because I’d never witnessed a spanking before, and nervousness, because I knew that I would have my turn.
With Jonathan in place, Mr. Hollaway moved towards the bench where we sat.
“Please, Mr. Hollaway,” Jonathan begged. “Pleaseee.” Tears streamed down his face.
“I’m sorry, Jonathan. Think about this next time you decide to fight at school.” I looked up at Mr. Hollaway who was now pushing buttons. “Ten whacks, Jonathan,” he said, then pressed one last button. I averted my attention back to the small boy who was crying as he leaned over the bench. Then I saw the paddle lift high in the air and then it crashed down on the poor boy’s rear end, causing a loud cry to erupt from his mouth. Without giving him time to regain himself, the paddle lifted again and crashed down, and then again and again, until the ten smacks were finished and he was bawling like a small child.
I gulped.
Mr. Hollaway moved towards him and let him out of the restraints. “You may go back to class, Jonathan, but I don’t want to hear of anymore fighting.”
“Yes, sir,” he muttered and scampered off.
The other two boys were spanked at the same time. They also got ten smacks, and by the end of the smacks, sobs filled the room. I was more nervous by this time.
He dismissed the other boys then looked at me. “My, my, Miss Christina,” he said. “Causing trouble in class, once again. Mr. Evans has called your father to come pick you up, but first you’re going to get spanked.”
I gasped. “No!” I squealed. “Y-you can’t... do that to me!” I guess it still hadn’t clicked that the reason I was in there was to actually be spanked. I’d heard the conversations, even, and still didn’t realize it!
He didn’t answer, just lifted me up from the bench and dragged me to the restraints. I put up a fight, kicking and screaming, but it didn’t phase him a bit. He just hooked me in and there I was, lying over a cold, hard bench with my legs firm on the floor and hands unable to move.
“Bare bottom, Miss Christina,” he said. “Fifteen whacks.”
“FIFTEEN!” I yelped.
I heard him pushing the buttons and that’s when I began pleading.
“Pleaseeeee, Mr. Hollaway! Don’t spank me!! I’ve never been spanked before!”
“Well, it’s about time someone starts,” he answered, and then I felt my skirt being lifted.
“Noooooooo.” I struggled like never before, but it was no use, the restraints were too tight. The machine then tugged my panties down to the floor. All the while, I’m crying like a two year old, screaming and pitching a fit. “You can’t do this! I’ll tell my Daddy! He’ll sue you!” It was no use, though... the machine was emotionless and couldn’t hear my cries. It could only do its job.
The next thing I knew, my backside was being whacked with this huge paddle and I was crying out even more, but didn’t have much time because it came down again and again. “Stoppppppp owwwwww!” I shouted, kicking and crying. But I knew I still had seven more... I’d been keeping count. But when I only had five more left, I lost count because it hurt so much and I could only feel my bottom throbbing and I wished desperately that the last five would hurry up and be over. It wasn’t finished soon enough. The machine finally pulled my panties back up and replaced my skirt.
Mr. Hollaway came and unhooked the restraints, but I couldn’t do anything except lie limply over the bench. He lifted me up, I still sobbing hysterically, and led me to the office where I saw my daddy sitting outside.
“Daddy!! Daddy!! You won’t believe what they did to me!” I cried, tackling him in a hug.
He hugged me back, slightly, then pulled away. “I believe what they did to you, but I don’t believe what you did to them,” he answered, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Daddy! It isn’t fair!”
“We’re going to have a long talk when we get home, Young Lady,” he said.
I didn’t like the way this was going. “But...”
“No buts, Christina Michelle. We will talk when we get home.”
I pouted, folding my arms and poking my lower lip out. I watched my daddy as he shook hands with the principal and apologized, then he pushed me out of the office to his car.
“It’s not easy, Christina, being a single parent,” he told me when both of us were securily fastened inside the car. “I love you, baby, but you have to stop causing trouble at school. Today I finally woke up and realized what’s been happening, and I don’t like it one bit.”
“But... they hit me!”
“You’re old enough to know better than to do what you did in class today, and it’s time I start taking some action.”
Uh oh... I really didn’t like the way this was headed.
“From now on, anytime you get in trouble at school, they won’t use that machine,” he said. My eyes lit up... hope! “Instead, they’re going to call me, and I’m going to come up to the school and spank you myself, understood?”
My mouth dropped. “But... you’ve never spanked me before! You can’t start now!”
“I’d better start now or you’re going to get into tons of trouble as you get older.”
“But Daddy!” I whined.
“I’ve made up my mind, Christina.”
I pouted again.
“And when we get home, you’re getting another spanking.”
“ANOTHER one! Why?!”
“Because you deserve it,” he answered and we spoke no more the entire ride home.
We pulled up to the driveway and I stalked inside the house, still pouting. I couldn’t believe that the stupid mean principal had actually talked him into spanking me himself!
Daddy shut the door behind us and grabbed my wrist, leading me upstairs to my bedroom. “Okay, Christina... here it goes. From now on, your punishments will be spankings... on the bare bottom of course. Understood?”
“But Daddy..” I began.
“Understood?” he asked again, this time in a firmer tone.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Good. Anytime you have babysitters and you act up, they also have permission to spank you, understood?”
My mouth dropped again but he gave me that look, so I said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He then sat down on my bed and pulled me over his lap. “If you don’t straighten up, Christina, you’re going to be taking this trip over my knee more often than you’d like, so I suggest you behave...” I felt my skirt being lifted up and I realized how much more I preferred being spanked by a real person as opposed to a machine. I then felt his fingers slide my panties down to my knees, then he rested his warm hand on my bottom. “I love you, Christina... I don’t want to see you in trouble.”
“I know, Daddy,” I answered, sniffling because I was about to start crying again.
He lifted his hand and smacked my rear, not nearly as hard as that damn paddle, but none the less, it stung. He lifted it again and swatted again, this time a little harder, and kept swatting until he was spanking at what I felt was full force. Before too long, I was kicking and squalling and begging with him.
“I’m sorrrrrryyyy, Dadddyyy!” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeee, no more!! I’llll be gooood!”
“I’m sorry, too, Honey,” he answered, but kept smacking. He then landed four solid smacks to each sit spot and let me up.
Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled like crazy.
“It’s all over now, Baby,” he said, scooping me into his arms and holding me for a little while.
“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry for getting in trouble,” I said.
He rubbed my back softly. “I know, Baby. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”
I nodded with my head buried into his chest and let him hold me there until I fell asleep. It had been an exhausting day... not to mention very weird... but the weirdest part was that some part inside of me actually liked this.
Christina's Bad Day
by Breanna Carter
Mrs. Matthews hauled me down the hallway, half dragging me as I kicked and screamed obscenities at her. I couldn’t help it... what was she thinking, sending me to the office. After all, she should know who my daddy is and he wouldn’t appreciate the way she was dragging me.
“Let me go, you...” I shouted, adding a few choice words that most twelve year old girls like me didn’t even dare think of.
“That is enough, Christina!” she replied, finally arriving to the office. “Mr. Evans, would you please take this girl in hand? She has been disrupting my class all morning and shoved another student then threw a fit and I cannot deal with it.”
I glared at her and folded my arms in a pout.
The principal looked at me. “Why, Miss Christina... what is going on?” he asked.
The teacher finally let go of me and I rubbed my arm where she’d been holding.
When I didn’t answer, the principal decided to break the silence. “I think we’d better take her down the hall.”
I had no clue what he was talking about but Mrs. Matthews nodded. “I agree. And a phone call home, no doubt. I don’t want her back in my classroom today.”
I groaned. “Shut up,” I muttered.
Mr. Evans gave me a disapproving look. “Very well then. Come with me, Miss Christina,” he said then grabbed my upper arm, in the EXACT same spot that the stupid teacher had, then dragged me to the hallway. We walked in the opposite direction of where my classroom was.
“Where are we going?” I demanded to know.
“We’re taking a trip to the elementary school to teach you a lesson.”
That’s when I realized what he was talking about and I stopped walking. “What? Wait! You can’t do that!” I yelped. “My daddy won’t let you!”
“I am not going to argue with you, Young Lady. You’ve been causing disturbances since the beginning of school and it’s time this nonsense stops. From now on, everytime you disrupt the class, we’ll be taking this trip.”
“But you can’t!”
“I have permission from your father, dear. Now come on,” he ordered, then kept dragging me.
“Let me GO!”
He didn’t say anything. I kept struggling, wanting to do anything but take this trip, but he was too strong and had a firm grip on me and before I knew it, we were standing in the hallway of the elementary school which was connected to our own school by a tiny hallway. He led me to a small room where I saw a line of three boys standing, tears streaming down their faces. I gulped.
“Mr. Hollaway,” my principal said, then shook the hand of another man who was standing next to a door.
“Ah, hello, Mr. Evans,” the man replied, smiling slightly. “How are you this afternoon? Some trouble your way, I see?”
Mr. Evans nodded. “Yes, sir. This young lady has been disrupting the class for quite some time. I think it’s about time she learns a lesson. I think this one’ll have to be bare to teach her.”
I wished they’d stop talking about me like I wasn’t there.
“Oh? You want me to send her in then? Not just scare her, huh. I’ve got a few boys here that are going in. Seems as if there was a fight at recess today.”
I gulped again, seeing one of the boys begin to cry harder.
Mr. Hollaway looked at me. “What’s your name?”
“Christina,” I murmured.
“Well, Christina. Do you know what happens in this room?”
I nodded slowly, biting my lower lip.
“And what is that?”
I shrugged.
“I’ll take care of her,” Mr. Hollaway assured Mr. Evans, then sent him on his way. “Well, then, if you don’t know what happens in here, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”
“N-no.. it’s okay,” I said, but he was already hauling up one of the boys.
“Okay, Jonathan... clearly, you started the fight, so you’re first. Come on.”
I studied the young man. He couldn’t have been older than eight or nine years old, was wearing blue jeans with grass stains on the knees, and a T-shirt. He had brown hair that was ruffled a bit and big brown eyes that reminded me of a puppy. I felt sorry for him. I assumed that he was tough as nails when on the playground, and he was thankful that everyone in the room was as scared as he, because he didn’t want to ruin his reputation.
Mr. Hollaway hauled the kid up and opened the large door, revealing what I had been scared to see: a huge machine with some restraints and a large wooden paddle. My heart literally stopped.
“Okay boys, and Christina, come in here with me.” It felt weird being the oldest one in the room, and the only girl. I guess the boys were probably shy about me being in there, too. I just hoped that they wouldn’t get to witness my spanking, even if they were younger than me. I wondered in the back of my mind if any of them had ever been sent to the office to be spanked before. I hadn’t, and had never intended to, seeing as my father was a rockstar and wouldn’t allow of it if he knew what they were doing.
Mr. Hollaway pointed to a large bench and we all sat except for Jonathan. The door slammed shut and he led Jonathan to the machine, having him leaning over a bench with his hands restrained and then restraining his feet. My leg thumped with anticipation, because I’d never witnessed a spanking before, and nervousness, because I knew that I would have my turn.
With Jonathan in place, Mr. Hollaway moved towards the bench where we sat.
“Please, Mr. Hollaway,” Jonathan begged. “Pleaseee.” Tears streamed down his face.
“I’m sorry, Jonathan. Think about this next time you decide to fight at school.” I looked up at Mr. Hollaway who was now pushing buttons. “Ten whacks, Jonathan,” he said, then pressed one last button. I averted my attention back to the small boy who was crying as he leaned over the bench. Then I saw the paddle lift high in the air and then it crashed down on the poor boy’s rear end, causing a loud cry to erupt from his mouth. Without giving him time to regain himself, the paddle lifted again and crashed down, and then again and again, until the ten smacks were finished and he was bawling like a small child.
I gulped.
Mr. Hollaway moved towards him and let him out of the restraints. “You may go back to class, Jonathan, but I don’t want to hear of anymore fighting.”
“Yes, sir,” he muttered and scampered off.
The other two boys were spanked at the same time. They also got ten smacks, and by the end of the smacks, sobs filled the room. I was more nervous by this time.
He dismissed the other boys then looked at me. “My, my, Miss Christina,” he said. “Causing trouble in class, once again. Mr. Evans has called your father to come pick you up, but first you’re going to get spanked.”
I gasped. “No!” I squealed. “Y-you can’t... do that to me!” I guess it still hadn’t clicked that the reason I was in there was to actually be spanked. I’d heard the conversations, even, and still didn’t realize it!
He didn’t answer, just lifted me up from the bench and dragged me to the restraints. I put up a fight, kicking and screaming, but it didn’t phase him a bit. He just hooked me in and there I was, lying over a cold, hard bench with my legs firm on the floor and hands unable to move.
“Bare bottom, Miss Christina,” he said. “Fifteen whacks.”
“FIFTEEN!” I yelped.
I heard him pushing the buttons and that’s when I began pleading.
“Pleaseeeee, Mr. Hollaway! Don’t spank me!! I’ve never been spanked before!”
“Well, it’s about time someone starts,” he answered, and then I felt my skirt being lifted.
“Noooooooo.” I struggled like never before, but it was no use, the restraints were too tight. The machine then tugged my panties down to the floor. All the while, I’m crying like a two year old, screaming and pitching a fit. “You can’t do this! I’ll tell my Daddy! He’ll sue you!” It was no use, though... the machine was emotionless and couldn’t hear my cries. It could only do its job.
The next thing I knew, my backside was being whacked with this huge paddle and I was crying out even more, but didn’t have much time because it came down again and again. “Stoppppppp owwwwww!” I shouted, kicking and crying. But I knew I still had seven more... I’d been keeping count. But when I only had five more left, I lost count because it hurt so much and I could only feel my bottom throbbing and I wished desperately that the last five would hurry up and be over. It wasn’t finished soon enough. The machine finally pulled my panties back up and replaced my skirt.
Mr. Hollaway came and unhooked the restraints, but I couldn’t do anything except lie limply over the bench. He lifted me up, I still sobbing hysterically, and led me to the office where I saw my daddy sitting outside.
“Daddy!! Daddy!! You won’t believe what they did to me!” I cried, tackling him in a hug.
He hugged me back, slightly, then pulled away. “I believe what they did to you, but I don’t believe what you did to them,” he answered, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Daddy! It isn’t fair!”
“We’re going to have a long talk when we get home, Young Lady,” he said.
I didn’t like the way this was going. “But...”
“No buts, Christina Michelle. We will talk when we get home.”
I pouted, folding my arms and poking my lower lip out. I watched my daddy as he shook hands with the principal and apologized, then he pushed me out of the office to his car.
“It’s not easy, Christina, being a single parent,” he told me when both of us were securily fastened inside the car. “I love you, baby, but you have to stop causing trouble at school. Today I finally woke up and realized what’s been happening, and I don’t like it one bit.”
“But... they hit me!”
“You’re old enough to know better than to do what you did in class today, and it’s time I start taking some action.”
Uh oh... I really didn’t like the way this was headed.
“From now on, anytime you get in trouble at school, they won’t use that machine,” he said. My eyes lit up... hope! “Instead, they’re going to call me, and I’m going to come up to the school and spank you myself, understood?”
My mouth dropped. “But... you’ve never spanked me before! You can’t start now!”
“I’d better start now or you’re going to get into tons of trouble as you get older.”
“But Daddy!” I whined.
“I’ve made up my mind, Christina.”
I pouted again.
“And when we get home, you’re getting another spanking.”
“ANOTHER one! Why?!”
“Because you deserve it,” he answered and we spoke no more the entire ride home.
We pulled up to the driveway and I stalked inside the house, still pouting. I couldn’t believe that the stupid mean principal had actually talked him into spanking me himself!
Daddy shut the door behind us and grabbed my wrist, leading me upstairs to my bedroom. “Okay, Christina... here it goes. From now on, your punishments will be spankings... on the bare bottom of course. Understood?”
“But Daddy..” I began.
“Understood?” he asked again, this time in a firmer tone.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“Good. Anytime you have babysitters and you act up, they also have permission to spank you, understood?”
My mouth dropped again but he gave me that look, so I said, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He then sat down on my bed and pulled me over his lap. “If you don’t straighten up, Christina, you’re going to be taking this trip over my knee more often than you’d like, so I suggest you behave...” I felt my skirt being lifted up and I realized how much more I preferred being spanked by a real person as opposed to a machine. I then felt his fingers slide my panties down to my knees, then he rested his warm hand on my bottom. “I love you, Christina... I don’t want to see you in trouble.”
“I know, Daddy,” I answered, sniffling because I was about to start crying again.
He lifted his hand and smacked my rear, not nearly as hard as that damn paddle, but none the less, it stung. He lifted it again and swatted again, this time a little harder, and kept swatting until he was spanking at what I felt was full force. Before too long, I was kicking and squalling and begging with him.
“I’m sorrrrrryyyy, Dadddyyy!” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeee, no more!! I’llll be gooood!”
“I’m sorry, too, Honey,” he answered, but kept smacking. He then landed four solid smacks to each sit spot and let me up.
Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled like crazy.
“It’s all over now, Baby,” he said, scooping me into his arms and holding me for a little while.
“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry for getting in trouble,” I said.
He rubbed my back softly. “I know, Baby. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”
I nodded with my head buried into his chest and let him hold me there until I fell asleep. It had been an exhausting day... not to mention very weird... but the weirdest part was that some part inside of me actually liked this.
20 August 2004
Story: Lesson Finally Learned
Part of the Terrence/Bri series. Bri steals again, and Terrence finally gets his point across.
Lesson Finally Learned
by Breanna Carter
I had just gotten out of the shower and was on my way out the door when I shouted, “Terrence! I’m going with Stephie to see a movie!” But before I actually made it out the door, he walked in the room.
“Don’t you remember our discussion last week?” he asked.
I blinked. “Yeah, but...”
“But nothing, Bri. You can’t go to the movies with Steph.”
“But, Terrence... I’m already dressed and ready to go and I won’t be out too late.”
“The answer is no. I already told you that you can’t go out on weekdays until you bring your grades up. You can see her this weekend.”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrr,” I growled. “But I already finished my homework and everything!” I lied.
“Then go study.”
“I’ve done that, too!”
“Well, I’m sure you can find something to do with your time, Brianna.”
“I already told Stephanie that I was going to go with her!” I whined, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.
“Call her and cancel. She’ll get over it, I’m sure.”
I glared at him and slammed the front door. “Thanks, Terrence,” I muttered sarcastically, shoving past him into my room and slamming the door, once again. It wasn’t like I hung out with Stephanie often or anything. Since I started going to school with Anastasia, I rarely even saw Stephanie. I didn’t understand what the big deal about bringing my grades up was anyway.
Later that night, I decided to come out of my room and watch TV for a little while and Terrence took it upon himself to interrupt my program by attempting to have a talk with me.
“Bri, you’ve been getting an attitude lately and I don’t like it,” he said.
I shrugged, eyes fixed on the television.
He just sighed and walked off.
I was relieved when Friday finally rolled around. Of course, Stephanie already had plans, and Ana was busy doing something, so I was stuck in the house again.
“If you would’ve let me go out with Steph on Wednesday, I wouldn’t mind staying in the house tonight,” I muttered to Terrence.
“If you would’ve kept your grades up, you could have gone out with Steph on Wednesday,” he mimicked.
I rolled my eyes and excused myself to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling until the phone rang. It was Jayna.
“Hey, Bri!” she said enthusiastically. “I’m taking some of the new freshmen on the team for a ride in my car because they wanted to go to the mall and they think it’s super cool to be hanging out with a senior. I’m sure they’d love it if the team captain joined us. They really look up to you, ya know...”
I smiled. “Hey Jayna... yeah, I’ll come along. And stop trying to play it off as if you don’t want to hang out with them, too.”
She giggled. “I love the attention!”
“I’m sure. Yeah, come pick me up, pleaseeee. I’m sick of being in this house.”
“Sure thing. See you in a few.”
“Okies.” I hung up the phone and danced around the room. Hanging out with the freshmen was fun. They idolized us and basically did whatever we wanted them to. “That was Jayna,” I told Terrence. “She’s saving me from this hell.”
He looked up at me upon my saying the word “hell,” but then just shrugged. “Whatever, Bri. Just be home by midnight, okay?”
“Midnight?!” I whined. “I’m seventeen years old, Terrence!”
He looked back at me. “Exactly. You’re only seventeen and if you keep whining, I’m going to make your curfew eleven.”
I glared at him and groaned loudly, then stomped off. I knew that he wanted to say something again about my “attitude” but I wasn’t about to hear it. I was getting sick of staying in the house, getting sick of listening to all of his complaining, and I really wanted my car back. I understood why I didn’t have it in the first place, but I’d been without it for months! He told me at the beginning of the next semester I could have it back, but that wasn’t until January and it was only late September.
About six, I heard Jayna honk her horn in my driveway and I ran out the door yelling goodbye to Terrence and promising that I’d be in by midnight. I wasn’t about to get myself grounded on weekends and weekdays. I’d die if that happened. Jayna was sitting in her car applying some makeup with her radio turned up super loud. It wasn’t the type of music I liked, but Jayna and I really weren’t that much alike anyway. She was more of the stereotypical popular girl, whereas, I was so different to what everyone was used to that they just liked me. Jayna wore lots of makeup and girly clothes. I wore no makeup and baggy jeans. Jayna listened to Top 40 hits, I listened to different genres of rock. But, we somehow managed to get along, simply because we had one common interest -- soccer.
“Heya babe!” she said, flipping her mirror up and smiling. “Ready to go pick the kids up?”
I nodded. I think the only reason we wanted to hang out with them was because we knew what it was like growing up and idolizing those older than us, but never actually hanging out with them. When I was a sophomore, I hung out with Stephanie’s older brother sometimes, and those were probably the best experiences of my life. There’s never a better moment than feeling accepted by those whom you feel are superior to you.
Jayna sped off and moments later we were in front of a small brick house in one of the better neighborhoods in town. I recognized this to be Shellie’s house, a new freshman on the team who had just moved from somewhere in Texas because her parents divorced and her mom couldn’t even stand being in the same state as her dad. Shellie hopped out of the house, waving goodbye to her mom, then plopped down in the backseat. “Hey,” she said, smiling shyly and blushing a bit.
“Hey, Shellie. How’s it going?” I asked.
“It’s okay.”
She was a lot quieter than most people I knew, but that was okay.
We next drove to Amanda’s house which was huge and in one of the super rich neighborhoods. She lived close to where Anastasia lived, and we all know that Ana’s parents are loaded. Amanda lived with her three younger siblings, two girls and one boy, and both of her parents, and grandma. She skipped out of the house and hopped in the car, ponytail bouncing as she did. “Hey!” she squealed. She was one of the more rowdy people that we knew, and we’d already known her from the year before, so she was obviously more comfortable than Shellie.
And last, we drove to Chelsea’s house. She didn’t live too far away from Amanda, and was also loud, so when she flopped in the backseat with the other two girls, I didn’t think I was going to experience another quiet moment if my life depended on it.
But, it was okay. They asked us tons of questions about different stuff, mostly stuff they hadn’t experienced before and just wanted to hear about. Jayna and I lied out of our asses. We both told the girls all about our experiences with having sex, though neither of us had passed second base yet, and drinking and trying all sorts of drugs, and both of us had drank before, but didn’t do the crazy things we described. Amanda wanted to know the story about me getting kicked out of school, so I made it out to be a lot worse than it really was, telling her that I sold a pound of marijuana to a boy at school and fought the police officer and assistant principal, not even thinking twice when I swore to the man that I wouldn’t tell who helped me. Then, they wanted to know about the food fight, and I ended up telling them about all of the trouble that I’d gotten in since I started school at Addington Academy, including the trip to Chicago and flashing the unmarked police car. And then they asked me what my brother did and I blushed and said that he takes my car away. I was thankful that we pulled up to the mall at that time because I didn’t want to touch on the subject of what Terrence did at home.
We had been at the mall for a little over thirty minutes. We’d eaten tacos from the Mexican place, only because the boy making tacos was cute. His name tag said “Pancho” and I asked him what that meant and he said that his name was Francisco and Pancho was the nickname for Francisco. I flirted with him for a little while, even though he only understood half of what I was saying. I did manage to learn that he was nineteen and didn’t have a girlfriend. Shows you what English the Mexicans learn first.
Finally, Jayna had dragged me away from the taco stand and we went walking around eating ice cream cones, and then went into Spencer’s. That’s when I saw Chelsea poke Amanda in the arm and point at something. Then Amanda looked around and grabbed the cigarette lighter that was on the stand, looked around a little more, then stuffed it down her shirt. I almost died!
“Amanda!” I nearly shouted, but didn’t want anyone to know what was going on, so I managed to contain myself. “What the hell are you doing!”
“What?” she asked. “You think I should get the other instead?”
I was fuming! They couldn’t just steal stuff in my presence! I could get arrested, too!
“It’s not like you’ve never done it before, Bri. Unless you were lying about all that other stuff... and you didn’t really get kicked out of school or arrested...” Chelsea said.
I glared at her.
“I bet that’s what it is,” she said, turning towards Amanda. “I bet she just makes this bad girl rep so she can be popular.”
“Not true, Chelsea,” I said.
“Then why are you being so goody-goody all of a sudden?”
I couldn’t believe this! A freshman was acting superior towards me... trying to tell me that I’d never stolen before, and all that shit. I guess I was so upset that the time I had stolen slipped my mind, or at least the lesson I learned afterwards. “Argh, fine,” I muttered, looking around myself, because I could steal, I just wasn’t very good at it, seeing as I had gotten caught both times I’d tried to do it before. I found another lighter and slipped it down my own shirt.
Chelsea smiled and found something for herself, then we walked around a little longer.
What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself, feeling the lighter poking me in the chest. My heart was thumping hard against it. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I wasn’t making any effort not to do it. I was mentally scolding myself when Jayna and Shellie met back up with us with some stuff, and I decided to go ahead and buy a shot glass so I wouldn’t look as suspicious as I felt. At least they would see that I had the money and wouldn’t be stealing stuff from there.
Yeah, right.
There wasn’t anything around the door that looked like an alarm. In fact, I didn’t even know that Spencer’s HAD an alarm. But, they do. And the minute the five of us walked out of those doors, it made this God-awful noise and all I could think was, Dear Lord, I’ve done it again. Chelsea looked confused, but Amanda and I looked defeated. Jayna and Shellie had no idea what was going on, and I guess we should have clued them in before the mall security came and escorted us to a small room that I didn’t even know they had.
“Brianna, what the hell is going on...” Jayna was muttering. “I can’t go to jail! My parents will kill me!”
“Relax,” I muttered. “You’re not going to jail.”
Jayna slid into a chair and Shellie sat next to her, face drained of all color. Then Chelsea slid down next to them. “I don’t understand!” she was saying.
“Give it a rest, Chelsea,” I ordered.
The manager from Spencer’s came inside and glared at us. The security guards folded their arms as the lady began to speak. “We will not be pressing charges as long as all merchandise is returned and parents are called,” she said.
“Ma’am,” I began, seeing that I had to be the leader here because I’d gotten into tons of trouble and I was the only one who could talk rationally. “Is it necessary to call the parents of those who didn’t steal anything?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I mean, the reason I’m asking is because my friends, Jayna and Shellie, weren’t anywhere in sight when the three of us took something. They had no idea what we were doing...”
“I would love to believe you, Young Lady, but you have already stolen from my store and I have no trust or respect for you whatsoever.”
My face fell.
The lady spoke again, this time to the security guards. “Search them all. If this young lady is right and two of them don’t have any merchandise on them, you may dismiss them without calling their parents.” The guards nodded. “I do not want to see any of you in my store again,” she spat, then turned away.
“Thank you,” I said as she walked out the door.
“I’d like all of you to first hand over all of the merchandise that you have,” the security guard ordered.
I wasn’t about to give Terrence any more of a reason to kick my ass when I got home, so I put my hand down my shirt and took out the cigarette lighter and handed it to him. The next thing I saw came as a surprise to all of us, except for Chelsea, of course. Shellie stuck her hand down her shirt and handed him something as well, and then Amanda handed him a few things, and lastly, Chelsea. Then the woman security guard padded all of us down, thankfully finding nothing, and asked for our names and phone numbers. I was reluctant in giving mine, but I knew I had to, and then I watched the other three write their numbers down. They made us wait in the room as they called each number, making sure that none were fake, and then escorted us out of the mall. “Don’t think about coming back here anytime soon,” the security guard said.
We all nodded and stood there dumbly. “Wow,” Jayna said. “I can’t believe you guys did that.” She looked at me. “Did you talk them into it, Bri? I know they look up to you and all, but you didn’t have to get them to steal for you!” She was pissed at me!
“No, Jayna... that wasn’t it...” I said.
She glared at me. “I know you’re popular and can get whatever you want, but GEEZE, you don’t have to go and almost get me arrested for something stupid like this!”
“Jayna! It wasn’t my fault!” I shouted, hoping that would help her understand what I was trying to say. But, it didn’t... just made her madder.
“I’ve tried to be your friend and I’ve let it slide when you get too arrogant for your own good, but I can’t let this slide. You can find another ride home.”
“Jayna, listen. I didn’t talk ANYONE into stealing anything! The last thing I would want is for you to be arrested, that’s why I tried reasoning with the fucking manager of the store!”
“Then how come you were so calm through the whole thing?! And whose idea was it?!”
I took a deep breath in. “I was so calm because I’ve been in so much trouble before and I know it’s better to be rational than throw a fit. Remember? I’m the one who got kicked out of school and sometimes there’s just no room for bullshitting, and tonight was one of those nights. And Chelsea was the one who had the idea of stealing.”
Jayna gave me a look as if saying she hated me. “Just blame it on the freshman, huh, Bri? You came to the school and took away my chance at being the team captain, took away my chance at homecoming queen, and took away all of my popularity. Just because you try to be different. Because you look different, act different. You’re just a trouble maker, though, Bri. I thought you might actually be cool, but you’re just against everyone. You just try to fuck everyone over.”
I sighed again in exasperation. “But, Jayna, she’s right,” we heard and looked over to see Shellie, still white as a ghost. “It was Chelsea’s idea. I saw her convince Amanda and Bri to do it, and that’s why I did it, because I thought I could be cool and fit in if I did.”
I glanced at Jayna then back at Shellie. “Kiddo, you’re cool anyway. Trust me, you never have to steal to be considered cool. If someone doesn’t think that you’re awesome the way you are, then you don’t need to be hanging out with them, okay?”
This time it was Jayna’s turn to look defeated. “Okay, well, let’s go,” she muttered and we all went to the car to endure a quiet ride home.
“Good luck,” I told Shellie when we pulled up to her small brick house. I knew her mom would be furious.
The ride from Shellie’s house to mine was basically quiet with the small voices of music ringing softly through the car. When we pulled up to my driveway, Jayna said, “Hey, Bri... sorry about what I said earlier. I was just mad and... well, wasn’t thinking about what I said.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “See you Monday.”
I felt bad, not even offering words of encouragement that I wasn’t going to hold it against her, but I just couldn’t. I was mad, too, that she’d accused me of such a thing. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it, though...
I didn’t have much time to think about it though because when I walked up on the porch Terrence was standing there with the door wide open. He grabbed my left arm and landed four solid smacks to my backside.
“Hey! Ouch!” I yelped, hurrying inside.
“Brianna Nicole Carter! I know you have a good explanation for this phone call I got earlier and you’d better hurry up and spit it out!” he bellowed.
“I can explain!” I said, turning around to look at Terrence who still had a firm grip on my upper arm. “I wasn’t going to steal it!” It was the first thing I could think of...
“You weren’t going to steal it!” he shouted, dragging me towards the couch and wasting no time in getting my pants and panties down to my ankles.
I struggled. “Pleaseeeeee, Terrence,” I begged, trying my hardest to pull away. “Pleaseeee don’t spank me! I didn’t mean to!”
He kept his grip on me, even through all my struggling, and I ended up over his lap. “Didn’t mean to! How do you have a cigarette lighter down your shirt without intentions of stealing it, Young Lady?” I felt his hand slap down on my bottom numerous times.
Kicking and struggling still, I wailed, “Stopppppp. I’m sorrryyyy!!! It fell down there!” I was trying everything in my power to get from over his lap.
But my pleas just made him spank harder. “Lying is NOT helping, Brianna Nicole,” he said, slapping my cheeks, then my sit spots, then my thighs.
“Aaahhhoooowwwwwww,” I yelped, my older brother finally restraining my hands behind my back so they’d stop flailing like I was trying to fly away. “T-Terrence! It-t h-hurtssss!!!”
“Good! Maybe you’ll actually remember this when you think about stealing again because obviously I didn’t make a good enough impression last time.”
“Butttt, youuuu ddiiiiid!!”
He didn’t let up, though. Just kept spanking, harder and harder, a few times on one cheek, a few times on the other, then a few smacks to my thighs, then my sit spots, then my thighs again, then he’d start all over. He had no definite rhythm, just made sure that he covered my whole bottom until it was red and throbbing. He stopped for a split second, long enough to grab the wooden hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, then began spanking again, full force.
“Nooooooo, not the hairbrush!!!!!” I begged, struggling to get free and tears steadily streaming down my face.
“Yes, Brianna, the hairbrush. Do you realize what you’ve done?” he asked, still spanking me. “You tried to steal something AGAIN. This is the third, excuse my language, fucking time that you’ve stolen something and I’m sick of it. And you’ve had an attitude with me for the last two weeks, and your grades are dropping. You’ve practically been begging for this spanking and what you did tonight did it.”
I could barely hear him over my loud cries.
“I love you, Brianna, but you will NOT steal anything, do you understand me?”
“Y-yesss, sirrr!!” I yelped.
He stopped talking for a little while and concentrated on smacking my thighs with the hairbrush. Oh man, did it hurt. I bobbed up and down and bit my lower lip to try and keep from screaming bloody murder, but it didn’t really work. And then he went back to smacking my cheeks and sit spots, and then he stopped for a minute.
“Brianna, you’ve stolen two times before, and I am showing absolutely no mercy for you. And that is why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about, mainly because I was focusing more on the pain in my backside. But the next thing that happened, well, it made me understand what he meant. He spread my legs and put his between mine, holding my own apart so I couldn’t do anything but lie there uncomfortably.
“What are you doing?!!” I shouted, strugging again, but earning only a sharp smack with the hairbrush.
“Trying to teach you a lesson, since I didn’t do such a good job last time,” he replied. “You know there’s nothing that bugs me more than stealing. It’s one of the most dishonest things you could do, Brianna.” And with that I felt a very, very hard smack to my inner thigh and I yelped a note that an opera singer probably couldn’t hit.
“AAAAHHHHOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!” I shouted, body now racked with sobs. Then I felt another blow to my right inner thigh in the very same spot as the other, and hit another high note. And then one more in the same spot and the pain was almost unbearable. Then he landed three smacks in the exact same spot on my left inner thigh. My lip was quivering and the tears still poured out of my eyes. He rested the hairbrush on my aching bottom for a couple of seconds, then picked it back up and delivered three more smacks to each inner thigh, then three more, then plopped the brush down on the table and helped me up.
“I am not finished with you, young lady,” he said.
My body was shaking and I couldn’t even sit still. I was crying so hard, I couldn’t see anything. He helped me hobble to the corner and I just stood there, hands on head, wailing like a small child and trying not to concentrate on my sore bottom. But, it was hard not to concentrate on it when it hurt so badly that my legs were shaking and my hands were shaking and the tears were streaming down my face so rapidly I wouldn’t have had the chance to wipe them away if I tried. I tried to regain my composure, but was in too much pain. Never before had Terrence spanked me on my inner thighs. He really never spanked me much on my thighs. But this time, I’d caused so much trouble that he did both, and I knew why... I wouldn’t be forgetting this lesson for a very, very long time. Or ever, for that matter. Never again would I let some stupid person talk me into stealing.
I don’t know how long I stood in the corner with my hands on my head and pants around my ankles. Long enough for my body to eventually stop shaking so much and my sobs to lessen. Terrence grabbed my hand and led me towards the couch. There was a chair from the kitchen sitting next to it... a hard wooden chair.
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the chair.
I sniffled, still crying a bit, and somehow managed to sit on the chair, wincing as I did so, and doing it slowly to hopefully decrease the amount of pain it caused. As I sat, more tears poured out of my eyes because it hurt so badly. “I’m sorry,” I managed to choke out.
“Brianna, look at me,” he said, sitting on the couch in front of me and lifting my chin to look in his eyes. He looked so disappointed. It made my stomach churn inside of me and my heart pound. I couldn’t believe I’d gone and let him down again. And that made me cry more. “Listen, I’m going to spank you one more time tonight... with my paddle.” Cue those sobs. He lifted my chin again. “I want you to know that I love you, Little Sister, no matter what, but I’m really disappointed in what you did tonight. And tomorrow, you and I are going to have a long talk, got it?”
I nodded softly.
He nodded, too, and stood up, dragging me to my feet as well. He helped me over the couch and restrained my hands, as if I actually had the power in me to reach back, then rubbed my bottom with the paddle. “Twenty smacks, Bri. Then it’ll be over.”
He didn’t wait for my answer. The paddle was lifted high into the air and then crashed down on my already aching bottom, and I sobbed into the couch cushions. And then it crashed down again and again and again, and I lost count because I was crying so hard and I could feel my body begin to shake again. My head was filled with nothing but pain and crying, and all I could think was “this hurts soooo much” and “I let him down again.” You’d think after a while I’d get sick of letting him down. And I guess I did, but I just didn’t think about stuff sometimes.
And finally, I felt myself being lifted from the couch and he embraced me in a hug, letting me bury my head in his chest and just cry. I cried for what felt like hours, and he talked to me softly, stroking my hair and hanging onto me for dear life. I knew that he loved me. It hurt me so much when I did something stupid that let him down. Probably not as much as it hurt him, though. I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because that’s the last thing I remember about that night.
The next morning I woke in my room on my tummy with only a T-shirt and a pair of panties on. When I moved, everything hurt. I’d about decided that this was going to be one of those days I’d stay in bed all day when Terrence came in the room.
“Finally decided to get up, huh, sleepyhead?” he asked.
“Nu huh,” I said, shaking my head.
He smiled and sat down next to me. “We need to talk.”
“I know.”
He stroked my hair softly. “First, I want to apologize.”
I looked at him. “You do?”
He nodded. “I want to apologize for last night. I didn’t even give you the chance to explain yourself. I let my anger take over, and I’m sorry. I usually don’t let it do that, and it was wrong of me to do it this time.”
“It’s okay... I didn’t have anything to explain.”
“Well, I’d at least like to hear your side of the story,” he said.
I shrugged. “We went to Spencer’s and I saw Amanda try to steal something and got all pissed then Chelsea started in on how I was a liar and didn’t really do all the stuff I did and all this... uh... crap, so I decided to prove to her that I wasn’t a liar, and I tried to steal the lighter.”
He nodded. “So you’ve been bragging about your ‘bad girl’ rep?”
I blushed. “Not really. I just... don’t like being called a liar.”
He didn’t really buy it, but didn’t push the subject. “So that’s why you stole something, huh? Because someone younger than you teased you about it...”
It sounded really bad the way he said it. “I know, it was stupid. And I know it wasn’t worth it. I shouldn’t let anyone push me around. I know what’s true and what everyone else thinks doesn’t matter.” I paused. “What’s sad is that I know this, and I still did something so dumb. I’m so sorry for letting you down again, Terrence.”
“Bri, we all make mistakes,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Just let this be one you DON’T make again... EVER again. Because if you think what happened last night was bad, I could have dished out much more, and if I ever hear that you steal anything, I’m going to spank you for a week straight like I did last night, got it?”
I nodded. “And I’d deserve it, too,” I muttered.
He kissed me on the forehead. “How do you feel, baby?”
I shrugged. “It hurts to move.”
“I bet. Otherwise, though? Mentally?”
I thought about it. “I don’t know, why?”
“You’re not depressed or anything? Not mad? Guilty feeling?”
I digested that thought. “No, not depressed. A little upset at myself, but I know that you still love me and I’m all forgiven, so I don’t feel guilty or anything. I’m okay.” I paused. “How are you feeling?” I teased.
He smiled. “I’m mad at myself for acting out of anger like I did last night, a little guilty feeling, but I’m glad that you’re okay and didn’t get arrested or anything.”
“Thanks for putting up with me,” I said.
He hugged me. “I wouldn’t give it up for the world.”
Lesson Finally Learned
by Breanna Carter
I had just gotten out of the shower and was on my way out the door when I shouted, “Terrence! I’m going with Stephie to see a movie!” But before I actually made it out the door, he walked in the room.
“Don’t you remember our discussion last week?” he asked.
I blinked. “Yeah, but...”
“But nothing, Bri. You can’t go to the movies with Steph.”
“But, Terrence... I’m already dressed and ready to go and I won’t be out too late.”
“The answer is no. I already told you that you can’t go out on weekdays until you bring your grades up. You can see her this weekend.”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrr,” I growled. “But I already finished my homework and everything!” I lied.
“Then go study.”
“I’ve done that, too!”
“Well, I’m sure you can find something to do with your time, Brianna.”
“I already told Stephanie that I was going to go with her!” I whined, resisting the urge to stomp my foot.
“Call her and cancel. She’ll get over it, I’m sure.”
I glared at him and slammed the front door. “Thanks, Terrence,” I muttered sarcastically, shoving past him into my room and slamming the door, once again. It wasn’t like I hung out with Stephanie often or anything. Since I started going to school with Anastasia, I rarely even saw Stephanie. I didn’t understand what the big deal about bringing my grades up was anyway.
Later that night, I decided to come out of my room and watch TV for a little while and Terrence took it upon himself to interrupt my program by attempting to have a talk with me.
“Bri, you’ve been getting an attitude lately and I don’t like it,” he said.
I shrugged, eyes fixed on the television.
He just sighed and walked off.
I was relieved when Friday finally rolled around. Of course, Stephanie already had plans, and Ana was busy doing something, so I was stuck in the house again.
“If you would’ve let me go out with Steph on Wednesday, I wouldn’t mind staying in the house tonight,” I muttered to Terrence.
“If you would’ve kept your grades up, you could have gone out with Steph on Wednesday,” he mimicked.
I rolled my eyes and excused myself to my bedroom where I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling until the phone rang. It was Jayna.
“Hey, Bri!” she said enthusiastically. “I’m taking some of the new freshmen on the team for a ride in my car because they wanted to go to the mall and they think it’s super cool to be hanging out with a senior. I’m sure they’d love it if the team captain joined us. They really look up to you, ya know...”
I smiled. “Hey Jayna... yeah, I’ll come along. And stop trying to play it off as if you don’t want to hang out with them, too.”
She giggled. “I love the attention!”
“I’m sure. Yeah, come pick me up, pleaseeee. I’m sick of being in this house.”
“Sure thing. See you in a few.”
“Okies.” I hung up the phone and danced around the room. Hanging out with the freshmen was fun. They idolized us and basically did whatever we wanted them to. “That was Jayna,” I told Terrence. “She’s saving me from this hell.”
He looked up at me upon my saying the word “hell,” but then just shrugged. “Whatever, Bri. Just be home by midnight, okay?”
“Midnight?!” I whined. “I’m seventeen years old, Terrence!”
He looked back at me. “Exactly. You’re only seventeen and if you keep whining, I’m going to make your curfew eleven.”
I glared at him and groaned loudly, then stomped off. I knew that he wanted to say something again about my “attitude” but I wasn’t about to hear it. I was getting sick of staying in the house, getting sick of listening to all of his complaining, and I really wanted my car back. I understood why I didn’t have it in the first place, but I’d been without it for months! He told me at the beginning of the next semester I could have it back, but that wasn’t until January and it was only late September.
About six, I heard Jayna honk her horn in my driveway and I ran out the door yelling goodbye to Terrence and promising that I’d be in by midnight. I wasn’t about to get myself grounded on weekends and weekdays. I’d die if that happened. Jayna was sitting in her car applying some makeup with her radio turned up super loud. It wasn’t the type of music I liked, but Jayna and I really weren’t that much alike anyway. She was more of the stereotypical popular girl, whereas, I was so different to what everyone was used to that they just liked me. Jayna wore lots of makeup and girly clothes. I wore no makeup and baggy jeans. Jayna listened to Top 40 hits, I listened to different genres of rock. But, we somehow managed to get along, simply because we had one common interest -- soccer.
“Heya babe!” she said, flipping her mirror up and smiling. “Ready to go pick the kids up?”
I nodded. I think the only reason we wanted to hang out with them was because we knew what it was like growing up and idolizing those older than us, but never actually hanging out with them. When I was a sophomore, I hung out with Stephanie’s older brother sometimes, and those were probably the best experiences of my life. There’s never a better moment than feeling accepted by those whom you feel are superior to you.
Jayna sped off and moments later we were in front of a small brick house in one of the better neighborhoods in town. I recognized this to be Shellie’s house, a new freshman on the team who had just moved from somewhere in Texas because her parents divorced and her mom couldn’t even stand being in the same state as her dad. Shellie hopped out of the house, waving goodbye to her mom, then plopped down in the backseat. “Hey,” she said, smiling shyly and blushing a bit.
“Hey, Shellie. How’s it going?” I asked.
“It’s okay.”
She was a lot quieter than most people I knew, but that was okay.
We next drove to Amanda’s house which was huge and in one of the super rich neighborhoods. She lived close to where Anastasia lived, and we all know that Ana’s parents are loaded. Amanda lived with her three younger siblings, two girls and one boy, and both of her parents, and grandma. She skipped out of the house and hopped in the car, ponytail bouncing as she did. “Hey!” she squealed. She was one of the more rowdy people that we knew, and we’d already known her from the year before, so she was obviously more comfortable than Shellie.
And last, we drove to Chelsea’s house. She didn’t live too far away from Amanda, and was also loud, so when she flopped in the backseat with the other two girls, I didn’t think I was going to experience another quiet moment if my life depended on it.
But, it was okay. They asked us tons of questions about different stuff, mostly stuff they hadn’t experienced before and just wanted to hear about. Jayna and I lied out of our asses. We both told the girls all about our experiences with having sex, though neither of us had passed second base yet, and drinking and trying all sorts of drugs, and both of us had drank before, but didn’t do the crazy things we described. Amanda wanted to know the story about me getting kicked out of school, so I made it out to be a lot worse than it really was, telling her that I sold a pound of marijuana to a boy at school and fought the police officer and assistant principal, not even thinking twice when I swore to the man that I wouldn’t tell who helped me. Then, they wanted to know about the food fight, and I ended up telling them about all of the trouble that I’d gotten in since I started school at Addington Academy, including the trip to Chicago and flashing the unmarked police car. And then they asked me what my brother did and I blushed and said that he takes my car away. I was thankful that we pulled up to the mall at that time because I didn’t want to touch on the subject of what Terrence did at home.
We had been at the mall for a little over thirty minutes. We’d eaten tacos from the Mexican place, only because the boy making tacos was cute. His name tag said “Pancho” and I asked him what that meant and he said that his name was Francisco and Pancho was the nickname for Francisco. I flirted with him for a little while, even though he only understood half of what I was saying. I did manage to learn that he was nineteen and didn’t have a girlfriend. Shows you what English the Mexicans learn first.
Finally, Jayna had dragged me away from the taco stand and we went walking around eating ice cream cones, and then went into Spencer’s. That’s when I saw Chelsea poke Amanda in the arm and point at something. Then Amanda looked around and grabbed the cigarette lighter that was on the stand, looked around a little more, then stuffed it down her shirt. I almost died!
“Amanda!” I nearly shouted, but didn’t want anyone to know what was going on, so I managed to contain myself. “What the hell are you doing!”
“What?” she asked. “You think I should get the other instead?”
I was fuming! They couldn’t just steal stuff in my presence! I could get arrested, too!
“It’s not like you’ve never done it before, Bri. Unless you were lying about all that other stuff... and you didn’t really get kicked out of school or arrested...” Chelsea said.
I glared at her.
“I bet that’s what it is,” she said, turning towards Amanda. “I bet she just makes this bad girl rep so she can be popular.”
“Not true, Chelsea,” I said.
“Then why are you being so goody-goody all of a sudden?”
I couldn’t believe this! A freshman was acting superior towards me... trying to tell me that I’d never stolen before, and all that shit. I guess I was so upset that the time I had stolen slipped my mind, or at least the lesson I learned afterwards. “Argh, fine,” I muttered, looking around myself, because I could steal, I just wasn’t very good at it, seeing as I had gotten caught both times I’d tried to do it before. I found another lighter and slipped it down my own shirt.
Chelsea smiled and found something for herself, then we walked around a little longer.
What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself, feeling the lighter poking me in the chest. My heart was thumping hard against it. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I wasn’t making any effort not to do it. I was mentally scolding myself when Jayna and Shellie met back up with us with some stuff, and I decided to go ahead and buy a shot glass so I wouldn’t look as suspicious as I felt. At least they would see that I had the money and wouldn’t be stealing stuff from there.
Yeah, right.
There wasn’t anything around the door that looked like an alarm. In fact, I didn’t even know that Spencer’s HAD an alarm. But, they do. And the minute the five of us walked out of those doors, it made this God-awful noise and all I could think was, Dear Lord, I’ve done it again. Chelsea looked confused, but Amanda and I looked defeated. Jayna and Shellie had no idea what was going on, and I guess we should have clued them in before the mall security came and escorted us to a small room that I didn’t even know they had.
“Brianna, what the hell is going on...” Jayna was muttering. “I can’t go to jail! My parents will kill me!”
“Relax,” I muttered. “You’re not going to jail.”
Jayna slid into a chair and Shellie sat next to her, face drained of all color. Then Chelsea slid down next to them. “I don’t understand!” she was saying.
“Give it a rest, Chelsea,” I ordered.
The manager from Spencer’s came inside and glared at us. The security guards folded their arms as the lady began to speak. “We will not be pressing charges as long as all merchandise is returned and parents are called,” she said.
“Ma’am,” I began, seeing that I had to be the leader here because I’d gotten into tons of trouble and I was the only one who could talk rationally. “Is it necessary to call the parents of those who didn’t steal anything?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I mean, the reason I’m asking is because my friends, Jayna and Shellie, weren’t anywhere in sight when the three of us took something. They had no idea what we were doing...”
“I would love to believe you, Young Lady, but you have already stolen from my store and I have no trust or respect for you whatsoever.”
My face fell.
The lady spoke again, this time to the security guards. “Search them all. If this young lady is right and two of them don’t have any merchandise on them, you may dismiss them without calling their parents.” The guards nodded. “I do not want to see any of you in my store again,” she spat, then turned away.
“Thank you,” I said as she walked out the door.
“I’d like all of you to first hand over all of the merchandise that you have,” the security guard ordered.
I wasn’t about to give Terrence any more of a reason to kick my ass when I got home, so I put my hand down my shirt and took out the cigarette lighter and handed it to him. The next thing I saw came as a surprise to all of us, except for Chelsea, of course. Shellie stuck her hand down her shirt and handed him something as well, and then Amanda handed him a few things, and lastly, Chelsea. Then the woman security guard padded all of us down, thankfully finding nothing, and asked for our names and phone numbers. I was reluctant in giving mine, but I knew I had to, and then I watched the other three write their numbers down. They made us wait in the room as they called each number, making sure that none were fake, and then escorted us out of the mall. “Don’t think about coming back here anytime soon,” the security guard said.
We all nodded and stood there dumbly. “Wow,” Jayna said. “I can’t believe you guys did that.” She looked at me. “Did you talk them into it, Bri? I know they look up to you and all, but you didn’t have to get them to steal for you!” She was pissed at me!
“No, Jayna... that wasn’t it...” I said.
She glared at me. “I know you’re popular and can get whatever you want, but GEEZE, you don’t have to go and almost get me arrested for something stupid like this!”
“Jayna! It wasn’t my fault!” I shouted, hoping that would help her understand what I was trying to say. But, it didn’t... just made her madder.
“I’ve tried to be your friend and I’ve let it slide when you get too arrogant for your own good, but I can’t let this slide. You can find another ride home.”
“Jayna, listen. I didn’t talk ANYONE into stealing anything! The last thing I would want is for you to be arrested, that’s why I tried reasoning with the fucking manager of the store!”
“Then how come you were so calm through the whole thing?! And whose idea was it?!”
I took a deep breath in. “I was so calm because I’ve been in so much trouble before and I know it’s better to be rational than throw a fit. Remember? I’m the one who got kicked out of school and sometimes there’s just no room for bullshitting, and tonight was one of those nights. And Chelsea was the one who had the idea of stealing.”
Jayna gave me a look as if saying she hated me. “Just blame it on the freshman, huh, Bri? You came to the school and took away my chance at being the team captain, took away my chance at homecoming queen, and took away all of my popularity. Just because you try to be different. Because you look different, act different. You’re just a trouble maker, though, Bri. I thought you might actually be cool, but you’re just against everyone. You just try to fuck everyone over.”
I sighed again in exasperation. “But, Jayna, she’s right,” we heard and looked over to see Shellie, still white as a ghost. “It was Chelsea’s idea. I saw her convince Amanda and Bri to do it, and that’s why I did it, because I thought I could be cool and fit in if I did.”
I glanced at Jayna then back at Shellie. “Kiddo, you’re cool anyway. Trust me, you never have to steal to be considered cool. If someone doesn’t think that you’re awesome the way you are, then you don’t need to be hanging out with them, okay?”
This time it was Jayna’s turn to look defeated. “Okay, well, let’s go,” she muttered and we all went to the car to endure a quiet ride home.
“Good luck,” I told Shellie when we pulled up to her small brick house. I knew her mom would be furious.
The ride from Shellie’s house to mine was basically quiet with the small voices of music ringing softly through the car. When we pulled up to my driveway, Jayna said, “Hey, Bri... sorry about what I said earlier. I was just mad and... well, wasn’t thinking about what I said.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “See you Monday.”
I felt bad, not even offering words of encouragement that I wasn’t going to hold it against her, but I just couldn’t. I was mad, too, that she’d accused me of such a thing. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it, though...
I didn’t have much time to think about it though because when I walked up on the porch Terrence was standing there with the door wide open. He grabbed my left arm and landed four solid smacks to my backside.
“Hey! Ouch!” I yelped, hurrying inside.
“Brianna Nicole Carter! I know you have a good explanation for this phone call I got earlier and you’d better hurry up and spit it out!” he bellowed.
“I can explain!” I said, turning around to look at Terrence who still had a firm grip on my upper arm. “I wasn’t going to steal it!” It was the first thing I could think of...
“You weren’t going to steal it!” he shouted, dragging me towards the couch and wasting no time in getting my pants and panties down to my ankles.
I struggled. “Pleaseeeeee, Terrence,” I begged, trying my hardest to pull away. “Pleaseeee don’t spank me! I didn’t mean to!”
He kept his grip on me, even through all my struggling, and I ended up over his lap. “Didn’t mean to! How do you have a cigarette lighter down your shirt without intentions of stealing it, Young Lady?” I felt his hand slap down on my bottom numerous times.
Kicking and struggling still, I wailed, “Stopppppp. I’m sorrryyyy!!! It fell down there!” I was trying everything in my power to get from over his lap.
But my pleas just made him spank harder. “Lying is NOT helping, Brianna Nicole,” he said, slapping my cheeks, then my sit spots, then my thighs.
“Aaahhhoooowwwwwww,” I yelped, my older brother finally restraining my hands behind my back so they’d stop flailing like I was trying to fly away. “T-Terrence! It-t h-hurtssss!!!”
“Good! Maybe you’ll actually remember this when you think about stealing again because obviously I didn’t make a good enough impression last time.”
“Butttt, youuuu ddiiiiid!!”
He didn’t let up, though. Just kept spanking, harder and harder, a few times on one cheek, a few times on the other, then a few smacks to my thighs, then my sit spots, then my thighs again, then he’d start all over. He had no definite rhythm, just made sure that he covered my whole bottom until it was red and throbbing. He stopped for a split second, long enough to grab the wooden hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, then began spanking again, full force.
“Nooooooo, not the hairbrush!!!!!” I begged, struggling to get free and tears steadily streaming down my face.
“Yes, Brianna, the hairbrush. Do you realize what you’ve done?” he asked, still spanking me. “You tried to steal something AGAIN. This is the third, excuse my language, fucking time that you’ve stolen something and I’m sick of it. And you’ve had an attitude with me for the last two weeks, and your grades are dropping. You’ve practically been begging for this spanking and what you did tonight did it.”
I could barely hear him over my loud cries.
“I love you, Brianna, but you will NOT steal anything, do you understand me?”
“Y-yesss, sirrr!!” I yelped.
He stopped talking for a little while and concentrated on smacking my thighs with the hairbrush. Oh man, did it hurt. I bobbed up and down and bit my lower lip to try and keep from screaming bloody murder, but it didn’t really work. And then he went back to smacking my cheeks and sit spots, and then he stopped for a minute.
“Brianna, you’ve stolen two times before, and I am showing absolutely no mercy for you. And that is why I’m going to do what I’m about to do.”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about, mainly because I was focusing more on the pain in my backside. But the next thing that happened, well, it made me understand what he meant. He spread my legs and put his between mine, holding my own apart so I couldn’t do anything but lie there uncomfortably.
“What are you doing?!!” I shouted, strugging again, but earning only a sharp smack with the hairbrush.
“Trying to teach you a lesson, since I didn’t do such a good job last time,” he replied. “You know there’s nothing that bugs me more than stealing. It’s one of the most dishonest things you could do, Brianna.” And with that I felt a very, very hard smack to my inner thigh and I yelped a note that an opera singer probably couldn’t hit.
“AAAAHHHHOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!” I shouted, body now racked with sobs. Then I felt another blow to my right inner thigh in the very same spot as the other, and hit another high note. And then one more in the same spot and the pain was almost unbearable. Then he landed three smacks in the exact same spot on my left inner thigh. My lip was quivering and the tears still poured out of my eyes. He rested the hairbrush on my aching bottom for a couple of seconds, then picked it back up and delivered three more smacks to each inner thigh, then three more, then plopped the brush down on the table and helped me up.
“I am not finished with you, young lady,” he said.
My body was shaking and I couldn’t even sit still. I was crying so hard, I couldn’t see anything. He helped me hobble to the corner and I just stood there, hands on head, wailing like a small child and trying not to concentrate on my sore bottom. But, it was hard not to concentrate on it when it hurt so badly that my legs were shaking and my hands were shaking and the tears were streaming down my face so rapidly I wouldn’t have had the chance to wipe them away if I tried. I tried to regain my composure, but was in too much pain. Never before had Terrence spanked me on my inner thighs. He really never spanked me much on my thighs. But this time, I’d caused so much trouble that he did both, and I knew why... I wouldn’t be forgetting this lesson for a very, very long time. Or ever, for that matter. Never again would I let some stupid person talk me into stealing.
I don’t know how long I stood in the corner with my hands on my head and pants around my ankles. Long enough for my body to eventually stop shaking so much and my sobs to lessen. Terrence grabbed my hand and led me towards the couch. There was a chair from the kitchen sitting next to it... a hard wooden chair.
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the chair.
I sniffled, still crying a bit, and somehow managed to sit on the chair, wincing as I did so, and doing it slowly to hopefully decrease the amount of pain it caused. As I sat, more tears poured out of my eyes because it hurt so badly. “I’m sorry,” I managed to choke out.
“Brianna, look at me,” he said, sitting on the couch in front of me and lifting my chin to look in his eyes. He looked so disappointed. It made my stomach churn inside of me and my heart pound. I couldn’t believe I’d gone and let him down again. And that made me cry more. “Listen, I’m going to spank you one more time tonight... with my paddle.” Cue those sobs. He lifted my chin again. “I want you to know that I love you, Little Sister, no matter what, but I’m really disappointed in what you did tonight. And tomorrow, you and I are going to have a long talk, got it?”
I nodded softly.
He nodded, too, and stood up, dragging me to my feet as well. He helped me over the couch and restrained my hands, as if I actually had the power in me to reach back, then rubbed my bottom with the paddle. “Twenty smacks, Bri. Then it’ll be over.”
He didn’t wait for my answer. The paddle was lifted high into the air and then crashed down on my already aching bottom, and I sobbed into the couch cushions. And then it crashed down again and again and again, and I lost count because I was crying so hard and I could feel my body begin to shake again. My head was filled with nothing but pain and crying, and all I could think was “this hurts soooo much” and “I let him down again.” You’d think after a while I’d get sick of letting him down. And I guess I did, but I just didn’t think about stuff sometimes.
And finally, I felt myself being lifted from the couch and he embraced me in a hug, letting me bury my head in his chest and just cry. I cried for what felt like hours, and he talked to me softly, stroking my hair and hanging onto me for dear life. I knew that he loved me. It hurt me so much when I did something stupid that let him down. Probably not as much as it hurt him, though. I must have fallen asleep in his arms, because that’s the last thing I remember about that night.
The next morning I woke in my room on my tummy with only a T-shirt and a pair of panties on. When I moved, everything hurt. I’d about decided that this was going to be one of those days I’d stay in bed all day when Terrence came in the room.
“Finally decided to get up, huh, sleepyhead?” he asked.
“Nu huh,” I said, shaking my head.
He smiled and sat down next to me. “We need to talk.”
“I know.”
He stroked my hair softly. “First, I want to apologize.”
I looked at him. “You do?”
He nodded. “I want to apologize for last night. I didn’t even give you the chance to explain yourself. I let my anger take over, and I’m sorry. I usually don’t let it do that, and it was wrong of me to do it this time.”
“It’s okay... I didn’t have anything to explain.”
“Well, I’d at least like to hear your side of the story,” he said.
I shrugged. “We went to Spencer’s and I saw Amanda try to steal something and got all pissed then Chelsea started in on how I was a liar and didn’t really do all the stuff I did and all this... uh... crap, so I decided to prove to her that I wasn’t a liar, and I tried to steal the lighter.”
He nodded. “So you’ve been bragging about your ‘bad girl’ rep?”
I blushed. “Not really. I just... don’t like being called a liar.”
He didn’t really buy it, but didn’t push the subject. “So that’s why you stole something, huh? Because someone younger than you teased you about it...”
It sounded really bad the way he said it. “I know, it was stupid. And I know it wasn’t worth it. I shouldn’t let anyone push me around. I know what’s true and what everyone else thinks doesn’t matter.” I paused. “What’s sad is that I know this, and I still did something so dumb. I’m so sorry for letting you down again, Terrence.”
“Bri, we all make mistakes,” he said, ruffling my hair. “Just let this be one you DON’T make again... EVER again. Because if you think what happened last night was bad, I could have dished out much more, and if I ever hear that you steal anything, I’m going to spank you for a week straight like I did last night, got it?”
I nodded. “And I’d deserve it, too,” I muttered.
He kissed me on the forehead. “How do you feel, baby?”
I shrugged. “It hurts to move.”
“I bet. Otherwise, though? Mentally?”
I thought about it. “I don’t know, why?”
“You’re not depressed or anything? Not mad? Guilty feeling?”
I digested that thought. “No, not depressed. A little upset at myself, but I know that you still love me and I’m all forgiven, so I don’t feel guilty or anything. I’m okay.” I paused. “How are you feeling?” I teased.
He smiled. “I’m mad at myself for acting out of anger like I did last night, a little guilty feeling, but I’m glad that you’re okay and didn’t get arrested or anything.”
“Thanks for putting up with me,” I said.
He hugged me. “I wouldn’t give it up for the world.”
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