Story: The Soccer Party

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  Ana convinces Bri to come to the soccer party, which means that Bri has to drive her car, which she's grounded from driving.  To make matters worse, on Bri's ride home, she gets pulled over for speeding.  Yikes.

The Soccer Party
by Breanna Carter

It was our soccer team's Christmas party and according to Ana, I just *had* to go.

"Come on, Bri! You gotta come! Blake's going to be there and I want you to meet him."

"Ana, I already told you. Terrence isn't going to be home until late tonight, and I don't have any way to get there."

"But can't you just drive your car?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Come onnnn, you know where the keys are!"

Leave it to Anastasia to tempt me in such a way. "Ana, I don't wanna go, and I really don't want to get in trouble. You know what Terrence would do if he found out I used the car."

"But he won't find out, Bri. That's the thing," she coaxed. "He's going on a date, right? He left the house at six, probably didn't make it to her house until 6:30. He'll stay there a few minutes, take her to dinner, then a nine o'clock movie, won't make it home until at least eleven, probably not til midnight. That's PLENTY of time! And if you're not having fun, you can leave early. Besides, you're the team captain. How many times do you think there's been a party that the team captain didn't go to?"

She sort of had a point. I mean, Terrence wouldn't be home til late, and the team captain always went to the party.. But I really didn't want to deal with the Jayna drama. "I dunno..."

"Pleaseeeeee," she begged. "I realllly want you to meet Blake!"

I sighed. "Let me call around and see if I can get a ride, and I'll let you know later."

"Please think about it, Bri," she said, then hung up the phone.

I didn't see what the big deal about this party was, anyway. I mean, there'd probably be drinking there (everyone knows I'm not doing that shit again), people would be exchanging gifts, and everyone would be introducing everyone else to their boyfriends that went to other schools. I didn't have one of those yet, nor did I really want one. I mean, besides Ashton, and it didn't seem like that was happening anytime soon.

Instead of actually calling around and trying to find a ride, though, I got engrossed into this stupid show on MTV and ended up forgetting about my promise to Ana. Until she called me, at least.

"Bri! Did you find a ride?"

"Erm, I think I'm going to sit this party out, Ana."

She whined. "I realllly want you to meet Blake!" she shrieked.

"Then why don't you guys come over after the party? He has a car, right?"

She coughed slightly. "We would, but he doesn't really wanna drive all the way over there, and besides, the party won't be the same without you."

I sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to drive that far, it was that she was scared to be sort of alone with him. I mean, when there's tons of people, like at the party, he probably wouldn't try anything against her will. When it was just the three of us, he'd go ahead and rape both Ana and me. After all, she didn't know him that well, and I knew her enough to know when she was lying and when she was afraid. That's what made me agree.

"Fine, I'll go."

She yelped with excitement. "Thank you sooooo much, Bri. You know you're my sis, and I need your approval before I decide to date a guy."

"Yeah, well, you owe me one. And Terrence better not find out about this."

"He won't, I assure you."

With that, I pried myself away from the tv and took a quick shower, not bothering to dry my hair or anything fancy, just putting it up on a ponytail and dressing myself in something halfway decent. Hey, it was clean, that's all that matters. I tiptoed into Terrence's room towards his dresser where my keys were. I gulped. This was the ultimate... if I actually did this and got caught, Terrence would skin me alive.

I winced at that thought. As I stood there, hands near the keys, all I could think was that if he asked why I did this, I wouldn't be able to say that I wasn't thinking at the time. 'Cause I was thinking. I knew the consequences for my actions. Was it worth it? Probably not.

Trying to push the thoughts out of my mind, I grabbed the keys from the dresser. Ohh, they felt so good in my hands! I hadn't driven in soooo long. Hadn't held that key in months. And now I was taking that chance. Now I was going to drive.

I closed his door, leaving everything in its proper place and scurrying away. I was scared and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible in case Terrence came home at the last minute. I was too much of a basketcase to be any fun at the party. Why the hell did Anastasia want me to go anyway?

I started up my car, as Terrence had done at least once a week for the last few months (sometimes also driving it around the block and letting me ride with him), and adjusted the mirrors and the seat to my liking. Terrence is a big guy, much bigger than I am, so he had the seat far back and the mirror all high... I couldn't drive worth a shit like that. Taking a deep breath in, I put the car in reverse and drove off, driving more careful than I had in my entire year and a half of driving.

I arrived at the party just in time to catch all the crazy drunks running around like idiots and to be introduced to some kids I didn't know. Boyfriends and friends and such that I'd already known were going to be there. For the time being, Ana wasn't there, so I mostly hung out with Shellie. I'd already bought my Christmas presents and wasn't really planning on giving them to my friends just yet, but since I was at the party, what the hell? I decided to anyway.

"Oh my gosh! Bri! This is so cute!" they'd all shriek. And before I knew it, I was actually having a good time.

"Bri!!!!" Ana yelped, after I'd been at the party about thirty minutes. "You made it!" She tackled me in a hug.

I smiled. "Hey Ana."

"Bri, this is Blake. Blake, Bri."

Blake extended his hand and I studied him. I'd known who he was before that night. I mean, everybody in our school knows who everybody is, even the new kids, like Blake. He was a baseball player with blond hair and always wore a backwards hait. He had green eyes and an earring in each ear.

"Hey, Blake, nice to meet you."

He nodded.

There was only one word I could use to describe how I felt about him from this meeting: Stoner!

"Hey! Where's my present!" I heard Anastasia yelp after seeing my box full of gifts (poorly wrapped by yours truly).

"You don't get one," I teased, smiling. But she knew she got her present later, probably on Christmas, since we'd probably all be spending Christmas together. Her dad would probably be out of town, and since it was only Terrence and me, we'd definitely want some company.

Blake wasn't much fun. Every so often he'd say a word or two, but they always ended up sounding stupid. Like I said, he was on the baseball team, and most of the guys that I knew on the team were stoners... at least the bench warmers were, and as far as I knew, he was a bench warmer! Ana seemed to like him, though, and snuggled up with him most of the night, turning down drinks along with me. He seemed like an okay guy, from what I saw. Thus, I gave my approval silently to myself right before looking at my watch.

"Holyshit! Ana! It's late, I gotta go!"

Shellie raised her eyebrows.

"Long story," I told her, hugging each of my friends and saying my goodbyes.

My nerves became bad again. I was shaking like crazy and trying to get out of there as quickly as possible without looking like a crazy maniac. I don't think it worked. I finally made it to my car and peeled out of the driveway, speeding the whole way down the highway. I was so scared that I couldn't even hear the radio. It was nearing eleven o'clock and Terrence could be home at any minute. That wasn't the only thing that was on my mind, though -- what if he was *already* home? What if he was there and waiting up for me with that look on his face like he'd won, like he'd known the entire time that I'd get up and go somewhere. What if he already had the paddle waiting out for me. So many what ifs, that I didn't realize the night could get any worse...

Until there were flashing lights behind me.

"FUCK!" I yelled, beating the steering wheel like it was his fault I was getting pulled over. I'd never gotten a ticket before, why start now?

After I pulled over, the cop came to my window. "Please step out of the vehicle with your license, registration, and proof of insurance," he ordered. I was nearly to tears and anxious as hell.

I pulled the things out of my glovebox and stepped outside into the cold winter air. I hadn't realized how cold it was until that moment. I guess cause I hadn't stayed outside much.

He walked me behind my car and in front of his where the camera could see me, and then looked over my stuff. "Miss Carter, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked.

I shivered. "Yes, sir," I answered, remembering how I'd hit eighty just before I saw the flashing lights.

He waited.

"I was speeding."

"Do you know what the speed limit is?"

I cringed. "Sixty," I answered.

He handed me back my license and other papers, then began scribbling down something on a pad of paper. "Twenty miles over the speed limit is nothing to play with, Young Lady," he told me, tearing the ticket off of the pad.

"Yes, sir," I answered, taking the paper.

"I appreciate your cooperation," he told me, smiling slightly and dismissing me.

I tried not to freak out. "Don't worry," I told myself, "I can just pay it and Terrence'll never find out." Of course, the cop pulling me over had set me back about ten minutes, so if he hadn't been home already, he would surely be there by now!

I drove the speed limit the rest of my way home, which wasn't too far, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Terrence wasn't home. I parked the car in its prior place then raced inside with the keys so he wouldn't randomly come home when I'd almost gotten away scot-free.

The light on the answering machine was flashing when I got home. I gulped, hoping that he hadn't come home and then left again to find me. The only way to find out would be to listen to the message, 'cause he hadn't written a note..

"Hey Bri, it's me. Just calling to check up on ya. Guess you're out with Ana. I'll be home around midnight. Hope you're having a good night."

Talk about guilt. Well, I mean, I was out with Ana, but he suspected nothing.

Now was the time to think up my story. Ashton and Terrence talk too much for me to tell him that Ash took me. He knew that Jayna and I weren't getting along very well anymore. None of the rest of my friends had a car. What if I just told him that Ana's new guyfriend picked me up?

I dialed Ana's cell. "Hey," she answered. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, did Terrence call your phone?"

"Nope, sure didn't."

"Kick ass!" I replied, wanting to do the happy dance. "Okies, I'm at home. Ima tell Terrence that you and your boy took me to the party, k?"

"K, that's fine. See ya!"

I nervously hung up the phone and sat on the couch, not paying a bit of attention to the tv. When Terrence finally came in it scared the shit out of me because I'd jumped a couple of feet into the air. He didn't notice, though. He was floating on clouds.

"How was your date?" I asked.

"It was fun," he answered, smiling and sitting next to me.

"Really? What'd you do?"

"Dinner and a movie, you know, typical date."

I grinned. "Awesome. I'm glad you had a spiffy time."

"What'd you do tonight?"

"Went to that stupid soccer party with Ana."

"Oh? How was it?"

I shrugged. "It was okay. Gave all of my presents out and stuff. Met Ana's guy."

"Nice guy?"

"Mneh, he's okay, I guess. Kind of annoying. But whatever makes her happy."

He nodded. "That's right," he said and slapped me on the shoulder. "You okay?" Damn brother's intuition again.

"Yeah, just kinda upset, that's all. Saw Jayna tonight and stuff."

He hugged me. "It'll be fine."

If only he *knew* what was bugging me!

I wish I could just write "The End" right here and tell you that I lived happily ever after without ever getting into trouble again, but my story is far from over. For the entirity of my Christmas break, I basically hung out with Shellie because Ana was all over her new guy friend. It was rather irritating, though I understood the feeling because I'd once had a boyfriend named Joey with whom I wanted to see all the time. But I never gave up my friends for him!

"Terrence, you'll take me to Shellie's house?"

He was tying a shoe, about to head out with his new girl to run some errands. I'd kept pestering him to tell me what he was doing, but he wouldn't tell, which meant probably some Christmas shopping. "Sure. What are you girls going to do?"

I shrugged. "I guess the same thing we always do... sit around, watch tv, talk, maybe go to the park." The park was in walking distance from her house.

"Sounds great," he said, ruffling my hair.

"I'll see if her mom'll bring me home before they have dinner."

"That's fine, but only if she doesn't mind, okay?"

"Terrence, she's been lugging me around all week... I don't think she'd start minding now."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, fine, whatever," he said, smiling.

Shellie's house was uneventful, and her mom drove me home about five. When we pulled into the driveway my heart stopped. My car was gone.

"Hey, Bri, where's your car?" Shellie's mom asked.

"Don't know. Hope Terrence has it," I said. Actually, I hoped that someone had stolen it. *Then* there wouldn't be a chance of Terrence finding out that I'd driven it. But how was he supposed to find out? I mean, all I'd done was change the mirrors and the seat. Dammit! Why hadn't I changed it back? I could just tell him that I'd sat in it just for a few minutes, but didn't drive it. Would he believe me?

I went inside, my bottom tingling. I was in for it. Oh man, I was in for it! That's all I could think. The only thing that passed through my mind was what was going to happen. I almost even considered going into his room and hiding the paddle. But I didn't. Only awaited my fate.

The door half-slammed and I bit my lower lip harder. He was home. "BRI! I'M HOME!" he yelled, only to find me silently sitting on the couch. "Oh, there you are..." He paused. I looked at him. "We need to have a talk." I knew it was coming.

"We do?" I asked, trying to play dumb, like I didn't know what was going on.

"I need you to explain this to me," he said, coming towards me with a yellow slip of paper.

"It, um, looks to me like you gotta ticket."

"Close, except it says your name on it instead of mine."

"Does it?" I asked, glancing at it.

"Now is not the time for smartass comments, Brianna," he told me.

"I know."

"I love how it's dated from last week. Hmm, seems like last week you weren't able to drive your car..."

I didn't say anything for fear of another smartass comment.

"So, spill it, and the truth."

"Well, um... remember when I wanted to go to that party?" I asked. Upon his nod, I went on and explained. "Well, see, Ana really wanted me to go because she had this new guy and she liked him a lot and wanted my approval and she's the one who even mentioned the idea of taking my car and I told her no but she kept on and kept on and nobody else was able to take me and she said that you'd never find out and it'd be okay and I'm sorry!"

"So you're giving Anastasia all of the blame?"

I gulped. "Well, some of it at least. She convinced me, and gave me the idea, and I was really just looking out for her cause she's like a little sister. I mean, wouldn't you want to approve of a guy before I dated him?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't disobey strict orders from my brother to do it."

I hung my head, twiddling my thumbs.

"And the ticket?" he asked.

"I was speeding to get home because I didn't want you to find out."

"Speeding a lot, too, I see. Twenty miles over the speed limit."

I winced. Sounded a lot worse coming from him.

"So, you took the car under your punishment without it, you sped the way home, lied to me about who took you to the party, and were dishonest by not giving me this ticket. Anything else you need to tell me about?"

I shook my head. "No, sir, that's all."

"Were you planning on telling me about this ticket?"

"No."

"You know that it's going to raise our insurance? And you were going so fast you might get your license taken away? Not like you'll be needing it, since you're not going to be driving for a while."

I almost started crying again. "Please, Terrence, don't take my car away longer!"

"Have you given me any choice? Do you realize what you've done, Young Lady? You *deliberately* disobeyed me. You took your car fully aware of what you were doing. I trusted you to do as you are supposed to, and you let me down. How can I trust you to be responsible with your car after this? I'd like to trust you not to drink and drive, which is the reason you don't have the car, but I can't even trust you to stay at home anymore. Why should I give it back to you?"

He had a point, and I didn't argue.

"Not to mention that you lied to me."

He was silent, letting everything sink in. I was already feeling crappy enough, and the fact that he was royally pissed wasn't helping the situation any. Of course, come to think of it, he wasn't overreacting at all. He was speaking calmly and rationally. That's always a good thing.

He breathed in. "Okay, let's get this over with," he said, sitting down on the couch. "Stand up, Brianna."

I was still biting my lip, and I stood up at his side, looking down at him and letting a tear slip down my cheek.

He grabbed the button of my jeans and undid them, then tugged them down to the floor, taking my panties with them. I shivered in fear.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, unable to talk for fear that I might start bawling.

He didn't say anything, only took me over his lap. I felt this familiar position once again, not enjoying any of it. I sank my face into the couch, putting my hands behind my back so Terrence could grab ahold of them. This was going to hurt like hell, and I'd rather him hold my hands instead of taking the chance of reaching back and getting into more trouble. I wanted to comply as much as possible.

The spanking began without a word being spoken. He just lifted his palm high in the air and slapped it down on my bottom, letting me howl for all it's worth. It hurt sooo badly, but all for a good reason. He slapped my bum again and again, getting a steady rhythm and concentrating mainly on my sitspots. I kicked slightly, trying not to yelp too much (not succeeding).

"Oooowwww, Terrence... ahhhhh, that hurts!" I bawled.

"Why am I giving you this spanking, Brianna Nicole?"

"Because I disobeyed you and I lied and OW! got a ticket."

"Exactly, only more because you disobeyed me an lied," he answered, replying also with hearty smacks to my sitspots. "If there's anything I don't like, Brianna, it's dishonesty. I want to trust you, you're my sister. But how am I going to trust you if you lie to me?"

I cried into the couch, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again!"

"You're right about that. After this spanking, you'll definitely think twice before you do anything so irresponsible."

With that, he began spanking my thighs (which caused my screams to get even louder if at all possible). He spanked and spanked and spanked my thighs until they felt like they were maroon. I was sobbing like a baby and I couldn't breathe very well from all the crying. My nose was stuffy and my head was hurting, but that didn't take my mind away from the throbbing in my backside and thighs.

"Okay, Brianna, get up." He helped me to my feet. "Get my hairbrush," he ordered, and I knew which one he was talking about. No, not a dinky plastic one, but a heavy wooden one with a smooth back. I hobbled to his room where the brush lay on his dresser next to my keys. Why hadn't I seen it before I took the car? It was certainly supposed to help deter me from picking up the keys.

I gulped as I took it in my hands, then hobbled back to the living room where Terrence sat on the couch, head in hands. He lifted his head as he heard me coming.

"All right, come on," he said, putting me back over his lap.

With the first smack I was already bawling and throwing a fit. It hurt like mad-crazy and I guess I was expecting it, but it'd been a couple of months since my last hairbrush spanking that I wasn't totally ready for the sting it produced.

"Owwwwwwwwwiiiiieeeeee!!" I howled.

He paid no attention, just kept delivering them. I kicked and squirmed and tried to move to where he'd stop spanking in the same spot, but he only circled his arm around me to keep me still and spanked harder. "Stop squirming, Young Lady. I'm far from finished."

I whined along with my crying, then paced myself for the rest of the hard smacks. Somewhere through the crying and spanking I remembered the last time I was spanked so hard and how he spanked my inner thighs. I desperately wished he wouldn't do that this time.

But he *did* spank my thighs, and very hard, at that. I figured by the end of the night my entire bottom would be black and blue from the damn hairbrush.

He lifted me up after a few minutes of that and helped me over the couch. That's when I realized that it *still* wasn't over!

"Nooooooo," I pleaded. "Pleaseeeeee, no moreeee!" I sobbed, gasping and trying to catch my breath but crying too hard to be able to.

He didn't answer, just pushed me slightly over the couch. "Have you learned your lesson, Brianna Carter?"

"Y-yes, sir!"

"So what will you do next time something like this happens?"

"I won't go!"

He must've understood what I meant, cause he didn't push any further. "Okay, I'm going to spank you with my belt to drive the lesson home, and then I'll be finished."

My sobs hadn't died any, and now all hopes of sitting down for a couple of weeks were gone. I could see him in my head unbuckling the belt, sliding it through the loops, then folding it over.

"Almost finished," he promised and I felt the sting in my bottom telling me that this wasn't going to be any easier to take than the rest of my punishment. I can't say I didn't deserve it, because I did... but that didn't help me feel any better!

He didn't give me much with the belt, cause I guess he felt sorry for me. My bottom must have been purple by that time (at least it felt that way!) When he *finally* finished up, I was a mess and my hair was matted to my face from all the tears. I was sweating from struggling and fighting so much, and my whole body ached from all the crying. My face was red and puffy, my bottom the darkest shade of red possible. Things weren't feeling so great.

Terrence gathered me into his arms, being careful around my tender backside. "Babygirl, I love you, and I want to trust you, okay? But you must *not* do this. It's a privilege that you have a car, and when you abuse that privilege, your car is mine. If this happens again, we're selling it, do you hear me?"

I nodded, not worried about it. No way was this happening again!

"I understand that Ana is your best friend and you want to be there for her, but I don't care what she says -- if you know it's wrong, don't do it."

"Yes, sir," I murmured.

He held me close, rubbing my back and helping me calm down. Finally, when I was all cried out, he lifted me and pushed the hair out of my eyes. "Call Anastasia," he told me.

I nodded. If anyone needed to know about this, she did.

It wasn't she who answered, but Ashton. "Hello?"

"Hey," I said, sniffling. "It's Bri.."

"Hey Bri... what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, wincing as I attempted to sit down on my bed, but finally gave up and lay down on my stomach instead. "Is Ana around?"

"Nah, she's out with that guy. Hey Bri, you've met him... what do you think?"

I shrugged. "I think he's fine, I guess."

"She's been getting back late for curfew for a while now, and I've been warning her for quite some time. I know it's cool for her having a boyfriend, but she's really starting to push it."

"Yeah."

"So what's up?" he asked, more like asking what was going on instead of just a friendly gesture.

I shrugged, even though he couldn't see. "I dunno... just in trouble and stuff..."

"Uh oh... did Ana have something to do with it?"

"Sorta..."

"Do tell," he begged.

"Nah, it's okay..." I almost continued my sentence but he interrupted.

"Brianna, tell me what happened."

"Mneh, she just begged me to go to the soccer party thing and convinced me to use my car."

"Oh? She told me that her boyfriend picked you up that night."

"That's cause we didn't want Terrence to know."

"I see. Well, I'll have a talk with her about it.."

"Noooo, don't do that."

"I'll tell her that Terrence told me, because I'm pretty sure he will."

I groaned. "I don't want her to get into trouble."

"Well, she's in trouble anyway. I'll talk to you later, Bri."

"See ya," I muttered and hung up.

Fortuantely, Ana wasn't mad at me about it. I'm sure she didn't *want* the spanking that she got, but she didn't mind so much since she felt like she got me into trouble. Ah well, one thing's for sure, we both learned our lessons and promised each other never to persuade the other to do anything so stupid again (though we weren't sure if we'd actually follow through on that promise...).

Story: The Craziest Day

The first in the Carlos/Danielle series.  Danielle introduces herself and her mixed-up family life.  Then she tries ecstasy for the first time with a couple of friends and gets chased around by a crazy guy with a bat.  Her step-brother saves the day, but to say the least, he's not pleased with her behavior.

The Craziest Day
by Breanna Carter

My mom remarried when I was 11. That made my family turn from two people into four. And a few months later, there were five of us. We're not your average family. I mean, we could be. We have the Mom and Dad and three kids, a dog, and a parrot. My littlest brother watches Saturday Morning Cartoons while my mom cooks breakfast. But otherwise, we're far from normal.

See, first you have me. I'm fifteen-going-on-sixteen and apparently in the midst of my teenage hormone years. That's what my mom says anyway. I can be a big brat sometimes, especially when I come home from school after a hard day, my hair in a ponytail bobbing around like I know everything, throwing my shoes against the wall and pouting that my day was "FINE, just fine." Then there's my mom. She's a doctor in the ER at one of the charity hospitals. Well, that's what most people call it anyway. It's for the people who don't have insurance and most of the patients are generally the working-class Hispanics. That's where she met my step-dad, Juan. Such a typical Mexican name. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Mexicans. How could I? Half of my family is Mexican and I live in Houston. In fact, I kinda like them. But that's besides the point. So my mom met Juan one afternoon when he came in with his son, Carlos, who had to have stitches because he'd gashed his arm open in a baseball game. Don't ask me how it happened. Anyway, that brings me to Carlos, my lovely step brother. He's four years older than me (which makes him nineteen), tall, thin, and a hunk, if I do say so myself. Most of my friends have a crush on him. Who wouldn't? I mean, hell, even I would, if he wasn't my step brother. So mom and Juan got married and then had child number three: Alex. He's four years old now, and adorable as can be. He's also bilingual. He'll be picking up all sorts of girls when he gets in high school!

So now that I've introduced my family to you, you can probably tell that we're far from normal. Living in a household with two different languages isn't easy, not to mention that it isn't easy explaining to your friends why your step-brother is pure Mexicano. Not like they mind at all... they LOVE my step-bro, especially when he speaks in Spanish (they're constantly hassling him to do so!). It's also weird living in a family where my mom is the primary bread-winner. She's the one who brings home the dinero. Not saying that Juan doesn't work... he works his ass off. He'll just probably always be stuck with low-paying labor jobs. I was always under the impression that it was the other way around... or at least that the father works and the mom doesn't. But oh well... I like my family anyway, even if we are abnormal.

Anyway, on to my story. For my mom's fifth year wedding anniversary, she decided that they should take a trip. A two week-long trip at that, leaving Carlos in charge of his unruly step-sister while grandma and grandpa took care of baby Alex. They were first off to Cancun where they could visit Juan's parents and finally off to Hawaii where they'd spend the last week. I was jealous, as you can imagine. I wanted to go to Cancun and Hawaii!! But noooo, I had to go to school. Dammit.

"Come on, Danielle," Carlos mumbled sleepily as he stood in my doorway in only a pair of jeans. "Just get up already."

"Can't I just skip school today? It's Friday... it's not like we're doing anything anyway!" I groaned, rolling over to face the wall.

"Sorry, you gotta go. If you don't, next time they're out of town WE'LL have to stay with grandparents, too."

"But I'm sick," I said, coughing slightly, my last pitiful attempt to skip school.

He sighed. "Come on, hermana. Just get up. Please?" he begged and it was so adorable that I couldn't resist.

"Fine, but only for you."

He smiled. "Gracias!"

I dragged myself out of bed, hoping for another non-dramatic day in my life. I was constantly wishing for those days because sometimes my life was too dramatic to handle. I was sick of drama. I was ready for something simple. But there's always drama when you hang out with Hispanics.

I arrived to school in my short skirt, knee high boots, black shirt, and tie. I was cute for some reason. Not sure why, but I was. Not like I was trying to impress any guys. Lucky me, Carlos left the house before I got dressed, else he'd have seen me in that skirt. He and his father went well with my mom because they were all conservative. Hopefully I could train Alex to be better.

"Danielle, you know that Principal Hightower is starting to become a Nazi about dresscode." That was my best friend, Michelle. She was always on the lookout for me, but always keeping me in trouble.

I rolled my eyes. "Who cares? It's not like my parents are home anyway, it's only Carlos and he wouldn't do anything. Besides, I wouldn't mind if they sent me home. Would rather be there than here anyway!"

"But when your mom comes back home you'll be in tons of trouble."

She'd been there before when Mom went off on me. Bleh, I don't like thinking about that night. You know those nights that you wear too much makeup and stay out past curfew hoping to pick up a few guys? That's what Michelle and I had been doing that night. When we came home, Mom was livid. She ordered me too my room and called Michelle's parents to pick her up. Later that night I'd gotten a text message from my best friend wondering if I was okay. Needless to say, I was lying on my stomach with a sore bottom. It's true that Juan was only my stepdad, but Mom made it clear that he'd carry out discipline if it needed be. And he was a firm believer in spankings. That night I got it from both parents. Yeouch.

"Carlos won't tell. He's been on my end before. He wouldn't want me to be in trouble with them." And with that, the bell rang and we were both tardy to our first period class.

The day didn't go by uneventful as I'd wanted it to. After getting a tardy to my first period class, I managed to get in trouble for talking during second period, failed to dress out for gym, and then got accused of PDA (public display of affection... come on people, we were just snuggling!) during lunch. That last mark got me sent to the office where I was scolded for the various things I'd done that day and given a detention slip for dress code violation. I was to stay in detention the rest of the afternoon and have a note sent home for my brother to sign.

I was relieved when the bell rang to dismiss us from school. Michelle caught the bus with me and we sat in our stinky hot seats with the window rolled down blowing wind in our faces.

"What's up for the night?" I asked, staring out of the window.

"My friend has us the hook up. We'll get fried and stay the night at Miguel's house. You know how he is. He'll love having two girls stay the night at his house."

Let me translate this for you: My friend has ecstasy, we can crash at our 18 year old Mexican friend's house because he lives with only a roommate, and he'll brag to his friends about having two white girls at his house. Sounds like a good deal? Well, it does to me!

"Sounds good. I don't know if Carlos will go for it, though," I admitted.

"Well, if he doesn't, you can just sneak out. It's not like you haven't done it before. I'll help you back home before he gets up. What time does he get up anyway?"

"Too early for me to handle. Probably the crack of dawn or something. He always watches cartoons with Alex on Saturdays."

She nodded, contemplating. "We'll get you back home before you come down. It'll be fine. He'll never know."

I smiled. She was right... how would he know?

As if my day couldn't get anymore dramatic than it had already been, I decided to go ahead and give the note to Carlos. I didn't want to forget it and have to suffer through a couple more days detention and a potential phone call home. I always had the tendency to forget things.

He wasn't a very happy camper. He cursed to himself in Spanish then waved the note around frantically, asking me what I was thinking, wearing such clothes to school when I knew they were a violation of the dress code. I just rolled my eyes and told him that the dress code was stupid and I should be able to wear whatever I wanted.

Wrong answer.

"We'll see how stupid the dress code is when you spend the weekend at home."

"But Carlos!" I whined. "I already have plans!" Well, I kinda did, even if he wasn't going to know about them.

"Not anymore," he answered, walking away to denote that the conversation was over.

I stomped my foot and pouted, storming towards my room and slamming the door, listening as a picture fell that had been hanging on the wall. Oops.

"Danielle Grace!" I heard Carlos yell and I winced.

"Sorry!" I yelled back.

He opened the door, a look of sheer anger on his face. He took a glance at me and his face softened, seeing my pouty lip as I sat on the bed.

"Look," he said, buttoning up his shirt, "I have to work tonight, and I know that you want to go out. There's no way I can stop you. But if I ever hear of you pulling a stunt like this again, you'll be sitting at the restuarant all night watching me wait tables, got it?"

I couldn't help but let out that smirk. "I got it," I said and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He smiled back. "Behave," he ordered. "I'll be back home around eleven. Don't do anything you're not supposed to."

Me? Do anything I'm not supposed to? How could he think that!!! (I guess even he could tell that my halo was a little tilted..) "I'll be good," I promised.

With a shut of the door, I felt the freedom. Yay! The whole house to myself for about five hours! What the hell was I going to do? Just carry on with my bland, boring life...

Surprisingly, those five hours I was home alone were the *least* dramatic hours of my day. I basically just sat around watching tv and talking on the phone, discussing plans with Michelle. Since Carlos wouldn't be home until at least eleven, we couldn't do our stuff til about twelve, which meant that I wouildn't be able to come home until four (and it wouldn't even be close to being worn off yet!!). Ah well, I wouldn't mind coming down off of it at my house. I could at least talk on the phone because there'd be no chance in hell of sleeping. At least from what I've heard about ecstasy. As much as it sounds like I've tried it before, I really never have.

About ten she called and said that she got the stuff, about ten-thirty, Carlos came walking in through the door, and at eleven, as if on cue, I yawned and headed sleepily "to bed." Fifteen minutes later, I pried the window open and jumped out, scampering through the bushes towards Miguel's house.

We knew Miguel from Juan, surprisingly enough. They used to work together at the golf course cutting grass and stuff. He'd always talk to us when we came around and eventually we befriended one another. He's one of those guys that Juan sees as another son, so at least if they found out we were at Miguel's house this time of night, they wouldn't freak out as badly as they would otherwise.

"Wow, you're earlier than I expected," Michelle said, handing me a tiny white pill with the imprint of a bird on it. "It's the white dove, give it a try."

I inspected it a moment, tracing my finger over the tiny dove, wondering what kind of shit I was about to get myself into. Not thinking about the consequences, I popped it in my mouth and swallowed, washing it down with some water. Michelle had already taken hers, but didn't seem much different.

We waited for what seemed like ages. Miguel was just messing around and cracking jokes in Spanish because he didn't know much English. I could somewhat carry on a conversation and be the mediator so Michelle knew what was going on, but that was about all. We taught him out to say some dirty stuff in English, which was pretty funny. Then, like someone threw a rock at me, the damn stuff hit.. and I mean HARD.

One minute I was sitting there trying to teach him how to talk in English, the next, the room was blurring and I felt a big rush to my head and just started giggling. I turned to look at Michelle and her pupils were as big as nickels. Miguel looked at us as if we were crazy.

"Are you crazy yet?" he asked us, in English of course.

"Yesssss!!!" I groaned, smiling and giggling at Michelle who was going completely crazy.

I don't remember much of what was happening, just being goofy and talking in weird voices and thinking that I was seeing shit. I kept worrying about what time it was and Miguel kept making stupid faces at us. I talked in Spanish, a lot, because it was entertaining to try and pronounce those words.

Everything was going fine and dandy, til about three in the morning. We were coming down, I guess. As in, we weren't as crazy as we had been and I was getting a little sleepy. Therefore, it had to be wearing off. And of course, about this time, we heard a commotion outside. Miguel went to see what it was all about, and being curious teenagers, we did, too.

There were two Mexicans wrestling on the ground, one beating the shit out of another, and about six others standing around watching. Miguel, Michelle, and I stood on the stairs, watching for a minute until one stood up and started cussing the other out. The other shot back words that sounded like murder. Literally. He wanted to kill the other guy. Then he looked at the big group that had been there watching, and swore at them, wanting also, to end their lives. I couldn't believe this!

"Fuck this," I muttered, "I'm getting out of here."

Miguel held me back, not allowing me to go down the stairs. He was talking to me, and I finally understood that he was saying the guy had a knife. Then I saw its gleam underneath the streetlights.

"Shit!" I screamed, and ran down the stairs. "Fucking leave them alone!" I yelled at the guy with the knife, being overwhelmed by the smell of budlight. "Go home, just go away!"

He said something to me that I couldn't make out, showing me the knife as he did so.

"Danielle!" Miguel shouted, but I ignored him (like an idiot).

"Please... just leave them alone. Just go home.." I pleaded, tears almost to my eyes.

He said some other words that I understood and my eyes narrowed. No one EVER called me that..

"Chinga tu Madre!" I yelled and heard a gasp across the group. Word of advice: never say that to a drunk Mexican. He broke in a run after me, waving that fucking knife around and I hauled ass, not even realizing that I could run that fast. My house was only a couple of blocks away and the ecstasy hadn't worn off yet so I was able to run like superman.

The crazy man was yelling obscenities at me the entire run, but he kept as close to me as possible. I was almost to tears because I was so scared and my conscience was yelling at me for not listening to Miguel, or even Carlos when he'd told me to stay away from those guys. It was all too late now, and all I could do was run for my life and hope that he'd leave me alone once I got home (or preferrably, get tired and pass out before we made it home).

I finally made it to my house where the porch light was on and I charged inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. The fact that Carlos was sitting in the recliner silently watching tv didn't phase me one bit.

"It's a guy," I panted, out of breath and clutching my stomach. "Chasing me.."

The guy banged on the door, still shouting stuff. He was still calling me names, trying to get the door open.

"He has a knife!" I told Carlos as he walked towards the door. He grabbed the bat before opening it.

It's kind of a blur, what happened after that. The crazy guy swore at Carlos, and Carlos swore back, each of them calling the other name, and Carlos basically telling him to fuck off and leave his little sister alone. I was crying by now, begging Carlos to just come inside and forget about what was happening, but he ignored me and walked out of the door, bat in hand, finally banging it against the railing next to the stairs and sending the crazy guy away.

He turned around, walked back inside, slamming the door shut and locking it, throwing the bat on the floor.

He muttered some stuff in Spanish that I understood well enough to know that he was royally pissed. "What the hell is going on, hermana?" he asked. "What the hell was that all about?"

I was bawling my eyes out, covering my face with my hands because I was so scared and shaking.

"Tell me, Danielle."

"I don't know," I choked out.

"What the hell are you doing out at three in the morning? Don't you know I'm worried sick about you?"

"I knowwww," I cried.

He plopped himself down on the couch and waited for my tears to subside. He was still in his work uniform, a long sleeved button-up shirt that was tucked in with black pants and a belt. Girls flaunted over him in that. Can't really say I blamed them. Even then, being as mad as he was, I still thought he looked sexy.

I finally wiped the tears away and looked at him. He stared me in the eyes, finally standing up, a look of worry on his face.

"What are you on?" he asked.

"I'm so scared."

"Danielle... what did you take? Your eyes are big. What the hell are you on?"

I shook my head. "Nothing," I said, looking away from him.

He grabbed my chin with his hand and turned my face towards him. "Look me straight in the eyes and tell me you haven't taken any drugs."

I began crying again. "Ecstasy!" I finally told him, stomping my foot and almost going completely crazy. "I'm on ecstasy and it won't fucking wear off and I'm scared of that guy and he wants to kill me!"

He let go of my chin, biting his lower lip and running some fingers through his hair. "Calm down, hermana," he said, pulling me towards him and embracing me tightly. "Shhh," he cooed. "You're okay. You're going to be okay. He's not coming back."

"I'm sorrryyyyy," I pleaded, face still buried in his chest.

"Shhhh," he pet my hair and rocked me back and forth until I was calm enough and not crying anymore.

"I'm so scared," I said again.

"Come on, let's go to bed," he offered, releasing me from the hug and dragging me slightly by the wrist down the hallway.

"I don't wanna be alone!"

"You can sleep in my room. Come on, hermana. You're okay. You're safe."

And the thing was, I did feel safe... at least with Carlos around. He kept his arm around my shoulder and lead me to his room. I fell onto the bed and he untucked his shirt, then unbuttoned it, slipping it off and revealing his white undershirt. Then he took off his pants and folded them neatly, putting on a pair of pj pants. I groaned, rolling over. "I need water," I complained.

I heard him walk away, but I was unphased, seeing as I was half asleep and dreaming. They weren't real dreams because I knew I was awake. I felt like what I was dreaming was really happening... like there really was a little boy next to me talking to me. But I knew once I opened my eyes he'd disappear.

Carlos came back in the room, a glass of water in his hands. "Here, Danielle, drink up," he told me, sitting the glass down on his night stand next to me. I took little sips (that's what I'd been advised to do), and rested my head back against the pillow.

"I don't feel so well."

"I wouldn't imagine so," he answered, taking my shoes off, then my socks. "Let's get some sleep, okay? You'll feel better in the morning."

I don't think either of us got much sleep that night. I kept talking in my sleep and Carlos kept answering me. I think it was probably a little amusing to him, because I was saying completely and utterly stupid things. It's good that he could have a laugh, considering the circumstances.

When I finally woke up, Carlos was already up and had the cartoons blaring as he scrambled some eggs.

"Good to see you woke up on your own. I know it's early, and you had a rough night, but you're coming to work with me today."

I groaned, rubbing my eyes sleepily, seeing him dressed in that same uniform. He had to work the day shift today. The six hour shift. From eleven in the morning until five in the evening, maybe longer. "Do I have to go?" I whined, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Oh yeah. What kind of brother would I be to let my hermana stay at home alone after what happened last night?"

I poked my lower lip out. "Everything's fine. Like you said, the guy won't be coming back anytime soon."

He scraped the eggs onto a plate and turned around. "Oh, I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you. How can I trust you when you snuck out last night, did some drugs, then nearly got yourself killed?"

I whined. "You can still trust me. I learned my lesson," I assured him.

"Uh huh," he answered, pouring two glasses of milk and sitting down next to me. He handed one to me and offered some eggs.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry."

He shrugged. "If you get hungry, you're paying for your own meal," he told me.

"I'm not worried about it." I didn't like the food at his restuarant, and even if I did, I doubted I'd be getting hungry anytime soon.

"Would you care to explain yourself now, or wait until after work?"

"There's not much to explain, is there? Looks to me like you've got it nailed.."

"So there was no logical reasoning behind what you did last night?" he asked, staring me in the eyes.

"Not really. Just curious."

"Drugs are dangerous, Danielle Grace. You know that, I know you do. How many drug ed and health classes have you taken?"

"Too many," I mumbled.

"And you *still* didn't learn?"

"Guess not."

"Not the time to be a smartass, Young Lady." I cringed at that word. I was only called that when in serious trouble. It used to be that only my mom used it, but she'd somehow let Juan in on her little secret, and now even *he* called me that in some situations. And NOW Carlos was using it! What is the deal??

"Sorry," I muttered.

He finished up his breakfast and put his dishes in the sink, rinsing them out. "Get dressed. I've gotta leave in ten minutes."

I pushed away from the table and took a quick shower, finding a decent pair of jeans and a T-shirt, as well as a notebook so I'd have something to doodle in while I sat in the corner of On the Border, doing absolutely nothing. I finished brushing my teeth and ran out the door to Carlos who was sitting in his car, engine already started and airconditioner blowing. It was a nice fall day, and I was spending it inside of a nasty Mexican restuarant (sorry, I just really don't like their food!) doing absolutely nothing. Thanks to me being stupid. If only I'd listened to Miguel and stayed upstairs with them instead of getting involved in that fight... Carlos would have never found out.

Of course he would have. He knows everything. He knew before I came home that I'd snuck out. Blah. What a terrible day this was going to be.

He combed his hair as we pulled up to the restuarant with that big neon sign that said "On the Border" in big bold letters. "Give me your cell phone," he ordered.

"But Carlos!" I begged.

"But nothing. Give it to me, now."

"What am I supposed to do for six hours??"

"Think about what you've done, how much trouble you're in, and what kind of consequences there are going to be for your actions."

I pouted, thinking this was a big enough consequence.

"I expect you to write me a four page essay on the dangers of drugs and sneaking out of the house. If it's not finished by the end of work, you'll regret not doing it."

I gulped. "Okay," I answered.

It was the slow most boring day of my life. As I sat there writing the essay, all I could think about was how I wished my life was anti-climatic. Some people go around trying to create drama, and I just try to avoid it. I don't understand how that works. Why can't the people who want drama have a dramatic life and those of us like me have a life without it? Life is so strange sometimes.

The four page essay took up only a sixth of the time I was there. That means I still had five hours to kill and I was getting bored pretty quickly. I people-watched for the most part. Watched the couple next to me try to pronounce the names of the food on the menu, watched the kids run around the restuarant creating trouble, saw people complain about the food. Nothing interesting happened. Carlos seemed like a really good waiter, and I noticed that he made tons of tips. At one point in time I considered taking a couple of dollars, but I didn't. Instead I just ordered a water and munched on some chips to try and settle my stomach.

Finally, after what seemed like days, five o'clock finally rolled around and Carlos waved me to the front.

"That was so boring," I told him.

"Ah, well, just think... you'll get to do that all week!"

"Nooooo... please don't make me."

He shrugged. "Too bad. Should've thought about that before you got yourself into trouble. Did you write me that essay?"

"Yes, and I proofread it about eighty times, and then rewrote it. How pathetic is that?"

"Not so pathetic. I mean, after all, you had plenty of time."

We rode home in near silence. I was convinced that my punishment would be staying by his side at all times, but I guess he had something different in mind. When we arrived at my house, I tried to make my way towards my room, but he stopped me.

"We have to have our talk," he said, pointing to the couch for me to sit down.

"We do? I thought the essay..."

"Sit, Danielle," he said sternly, looking deep into my eyes.

I gulped and sat down on the couch, hypnotized by his gaze.

"Now, tell me, what possessed you to do something so stupid?"

"Um, which part?"

"The whole night. Tell me. What's the deal?"

I explained to him that I was curious, that my friends wanted to try it, that I'm just an idiot and don't know why I stooped so low. He shook his head at me, lecturing me on the dangers of all that I'd done.

"Firstly, ecstasy can kill you. I know I don't have to say that. I know that you know it. Secondly, sneaking out of the house at that time of night is dangerous. Anyone could kidnap you, rape you, or try and kill you. Thirdly, Miguel is bad news, especially if he hangs around with a group of guys who try to kill each other. If you're going to go over there, use your head and DON'T approach someone with a knife. Come on, Danielle. You're not stupid."

"I know, but I was last night," I admitted, hanging my head.

"You are NEVER to use those words, do you understand me?" He was referring to what I'd told the crazy guy. The thing that you should never tell Mexicans.

"I understand."

"If I ever catch something that dirty coming from your mouth, I'll wash it out with soap. Understand?"

I nodded.

He began to roll up his sleeves. "As for the rest of the stuff that you did, I guess I need not say that a spanking would be the proper punishment?"

My mouth dropped to the floor. "Wait.. Carlos... a spanking? Aren't you taking this too far?"

"Oh, believe me, honey... this ISN'T too far. I *could* spank you everyday, have you stay at the restuarant everyday, until your mom comes home, then tell her and Dad what you did. Would you like that?"

I shook my head. "But still. Isn't making me stay a week with you enough punishment?"

"Nope." He finished rolling up the other sleeve. "Stand."

I bit my lower lip, resisting. "Please, Carlos.. not this... please."

"The longer you resist, the harder I'm going to spank. I suggest you comply."

I whined, standing. "But, I'm too old for this!"

"Your mom doesn't seem to think so, nor does my dad. Nor do I."

"But you're my brother! I'm your hermana! Your sister! Please!"

He ignored me and sat down on the couch, pulling me towards him. "That's why I'm doing this, hermana. Because I love you, and I don't want to see you screw up your life with drugs." He began to unbutton my jeans.

"Noooo," I begged, but didn't struggle as much as I'd have liked to.

"Yessss," he mocked, taking it upon himself to unzip them as well, and finally tug them to the floor.

My hands flew to my bottom to protect it. Like that'd help any. He just pulled me over his lap and moved my hands out of the way. "You know as well as I do that you deserve this spanking."

He was right... I *did* know that I deserved it... but that didn't make it any easier to take! "Pleaseeeee... por favorrrrrr.." I'd taken to begging in Spanish! That's how desperate I was.

"You're going to get it good," he assured me, pinning my hands down and fiddling with the wasteband of my panties before finally letting them meet my jeans.

I whined, almost throwing a fit. "Carlossss, pleaseeeee nooooo." I must have sounded two years old (that's how old I felt, anyway).

"Too late. Next time think about this *before* causing trouble." He didn't give me much of a warning, just slapped the hell out of my backside. I yelped so loudly you'd have thought I saw a rat crawling across the floor!

"OOowwwwww!!! Carlos!" I howled, but he continued slapping my bare bottom with all of his might. "Pleaseeeee, it hurtsss!!"

"Good, SMACK! SMACK! It better hurt! SMACK!!"

"Pleaseee no moreeeeee!!"

"I've only begun, little girl. SMACK SMACK SMACK!!"

I kicked and squirmed, trying to free my hands from his tight grip as he rained down harder smacks on my bottom. "Oooowwwww, Carlosssss... pleaseeeee, it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!"

He was unmoved, keeping the spanks coming. I was desperate, ready to try anything to end this spanking, but nothing was working. My kicking just earned me harder smacks, my squirming failed to get him to stop concentrating in the same spots, and my hands were never freed from his grip.

"Oowwwiess!!" I pleaded. "Please! No more! No mas! Me duele!!!" I was to the point of speaking in Spanish. How crazy is that?

His ears were even deaf to my Spanish pleas! He kept at it, spanking harder (though I thought it impossible), and finally letting some of his energy out on my sit spots and thighs. Owwies... that hurt more than anything.

"Carrlooosssss!!! I'm sorrrryyy!!"

"Good, I'm glad that I'm making an impression."

"A big impression!!" I assured him. "Pleaseeee no more!!!"

"Not even close to being finished, hermana," he told me.

That caused me to wail even more, if at all possible. There were a few actual tears falling, but I guess not enough to suit him. My crying was more like dry crying, if that makes sense. I don't know.

"Next time you open your window to sneak out," he began, spanking to enunciate each word, "think about this spanking and tell me if it's worth it." He paused from speaking to spank me more. "Next time you think about taking one of those pills, think about this. You are too important to me and the rest of your family to destroy your life over a little curiousity. You are too young to be thinking about drugs and if I were able, I'd take Michelle over my knee to teach her a thing or two, too."

I kicked and squirmed and howled. "I won't do it again!! I promise!!"

Carlos was still unmoved and kept spanking my bottom until my head was buried into the couch and I was sobbing my eyes out. I not only was in uber amounts of pain, but my heart ached for letting down my older brother, even if he was a step brother. He cared about me so much and I'd broken his trust. How could I do that?

"Get up, Danielle," he told me, keeping a stern face. "I'm not finished with you yet," he promised.

I would have whined more, but I was crying so hard that I couldn't. My hands rushed to my eyes because I hated for people to see me cry. I tried to wipe the tears away but they were coming down too quickly. I could see scarcely between my hands and the tears that were falling. I noticed Carlos unbuckling his belt and taking the buckle, pulling it out from the loops. It was a black leather belt that I remembered him buying. He'd bought it at Dillard's with his work uniform and some other clothes and when he came home, I remember Juan distinctively taking it in his hands, snapping it and telling Carlos that it'd be good to blister someone's behind with. Damn. Why'd I have to be the one he tested it out on??

"Come on, hermana," he said, helping me back across his lap and folding the belt over.

I cried more than ever, hearing him call me hermana, his sister... not a step sister, not the little girl he lived with, but his real sister. He loved me so much, cared for me, and I'd let him down. I felt terrible.

I felt even more terrible as he grabbed my wrists once again and lashed down the first blow with his belt. I must have howled loud enough to where the neighbors could hear me. The dog started barking and he landed another blow, right below the first, and then another, not bothering to take his time and let me regain myself. This hurt more than ever. I'd never actually been spanked with a belt, at least not on the bare bottom. It hurt like bloody hell. It was throbbing and stinging like crazy and I was squirming and kicking more than ever.

I couldn't even talk, no matter how hard I tried to beg him to stop. It must have lasted no longer than a minute, and he finally stopped, releasing the tight grip on my hands, dropping the belt to the floor.

He rubbed my back gently, speaking in the same consoling voice that he had when I was scared of the crazy guy. "Shhhh, Danielle," he cooed. "It's okay. You're okay. I love you, hermana. You're my little sister. My baby sis. Te amo."

I was trying to talk back to him, but everytime I tried to speak, my words came out in broken sobs instead. He just kept me over his lap and talked to me softly, trying to soothe me, trying to stop my crying. Eventually, it worked. It took a while, but I regained my composure and was able to talk again. "I'm sorry," were the first words out of my mouth.

"I know. You're forgiven," he promised.

"I won't do it again."

"I hope not."

I pushed myself up with my hands and rolled off of his lap, panties and pants down at my ankles. I couldn't help it... I fell into a hug. He held me tightly, nearly setting me off into tears again.

"It's going to be hard sitting down while you're working tomorrow," I admitted.

He laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll remember this lesson for a long time."

Story: The Brat Learns Her Lesson

Part of The Brat mini series.  Serenity's been asking for it, and she's gonna get it.  Josh comes over to deal with the little brat.

The Brat Learns Her Lesson
by Breanna Carter

I finally allowed my bratty little sister out of the corner and ordered her to her room under strict orders to not watch tv, get on the computer, talk on the phone, or anything of the like. She was to stay until Josh got off of work, and I was sure that he would be livid. He walked in the doorway about 4:30, tall frame leaning down to kiss me.

"Where's the brat?" he asked, throwing his carkeys on the table.

"In her room."

He nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me to the back of the house. I could hear her giggling as we approached. Something's always fishy about her giggling. Without knocking, Josh pushed open the door to see her chattering away on her cell phone as she played freecell. Something was wrong about this picture.

She turned around as the door swung open. "Um, I gotta go," she told the person and quickly closed the phone shut.

We both stood there, dumbfounded... or at least I was. "Aubrey, did you tell your sister she could go to her room and play until I got here?" he asked, maintaining eye contact and knowing the answer to his own question, but wanting to make an impression on the young girl.

"No I most certainly did not," I answered.

"Obviously you didn't learn from the spankings that your sister has given you," he told the girl as she sat there, mouth dropped open. "Get over here right now, Young Lady!"

She gulped, debating in her head whether or not to go over there. He didn't give her much more time to ponder the option, but instead stormed over to her, grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her out of the chair.

"Nooo!!! Stop it!!" Serenity demanded, trying to get back to the chair.

"SERENITY MICHELLE!" he bellowed, landing a solid smack to her rump that echoed through the house. "You will do as I say, Young Lady. The more you fight, the worse it'll be on you!" He was getting angrier by the moment.

But that didn't stop Serenity. She was still fighting with him and struggling to free from his grip. I knew from experience that Josh had a tight grip and he wasn't letting go anytime soon. All of her efforts to get away were going to be futile.

He finally dragged her over to her bed, sat down and dragged her over his knee. He wasted no time smacking down on her bottom, beginning over her skirt and panties, which I know probably hurt like something fierce. Josh has a strong hand and he wasn't backing away at all. She was a brat and deserved every smack he gave her.

She began bucking and kicking. "Stop it, Josh! You're not my dad!" she was yelling. "You can't do this!!"

"Watch me, Little Girl," he replied, keeping up the hard smacks.

"Oww!! Oww!! Stoppppp!!" She struggled and kicked, flailing her arms and finally reaching back. This didn't hinder Josh at all. He kept spanking, around the hands, and everytime they got in his way, he didn't hesitate to smack them. That'd get her to move them! "That hurts!!" she whined, trying to escape from his tight grip and the hell being rained down on her bum.

He wasn't even close to being finished. After minutes of spanking, enough to get her crying again, he lifted her skirt and tugged down her panties. My eyes met her bright red bottom. It was about as bright as my entire spanking would have been, but Josh just kept going. I knew she must be in pain, seeing as her bottom was probably still tender from the previous spanking she had gotten.

"I will not tolerate this attitude, defiance, or disrespect, Serenity, do you understand me?" Josh said over the loud sounds of hand-meeting-bare-bottom.

"Nooooo!" she wailed, not giving in just yet.

He shook his head and increased his rhythm, covering her full bottom with very hard smacks and beginning a flurry of sharper ones on her sitspots. "You can fight all you want, Serenity, but I'm not stopping until I'm convinced you've learned your lesson," he said.

She cried and kicked and wailed, still trying to free herself and every so often trying to block his spanks. The smacks were becomming so loud that I was starting to jump with each one. I knew she had to be in pain, but I can't say that I honestly felt sorry for her.

"The way you have been acting is going to stop. You are going to respect your older sister. When she tells you to do something, you are going to do it without an attitude. You should not have to be told to do your homework. You are ten years old, young lady, not six." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

Ouch... watching this was making my bum ache! I reached back and rubbed my own backside as I stared at hers throbbing.

"Pleaseeee stopppppp!!" she howled, stopping with the struggling and lying there, taking his final smacks with loud wails.

"I am sick of all of the trouble you have been causing, Serenity. You are old enough to do better than this and I will not hesitate to come over here at any time and spank you, do you understand me?" he asked, a final attempt to see if she was at all broken.

"Y-yes," she stammered through tears.

He was not totally convinced, though, as he stopped spanking and lifted her up. She cried, rubbing her bum and blushing like crazy.

He stood. "Not finished, Serenity," he told her, ordering the tiny girl to lean over the bed as he towered over her, a good foot and a half taller than she.

She stomped her foot, still whining. "Noooo moreeee!!" she cried, wiping the tears away and breaking into sobs.

He grabbed her upper arm, stooping down to her level and shaking her slightly. "We just had the conversation about you doing as you are told. Have you forgotten already? Do I need to take you back over my knee and repeat that spanking again?"

She hurridly shook her head. "Noooooo, I'm sorry!!"

He shook his head again and leaned her over the bed. He looked at me, sighed a little and unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the loops. I cringed and stepped back a little, as if he were about to use it on me (um, maybe he was?). Serenity looked back and saw the damn thing, opening her mouth to protest, but quickly felt the pain in her backside again and decided against it. Obviously she was somewhat learning.

He doubled the belt over. "Aubrey, hold her down and make sure she doesn't reach back."

"NO!" Serenity yelled, rolling back over and wincing as she fell on her sore bum. That subdued her.

Josh raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," she whined, crying again. My sis was a lot stronger than me... she stopped crying a whole lot easier than I did.

I sat down on the bed next to her as she got back into position. She placed her arms above her head, allowing me to grip her wrists so she wouldn't reach back.

I watched and listened as Josh raised the belt high in the air and then thrashsed it down on her bum. She screamed like crazy and it took all of my strength to keep her from reaching back. "Ooooowwww Jossshhhh!!!" she squealed.

He ignored her plea and lashed it down across her bottom again and again, until she was squirming like crazy and bawling like you wouldn't believe. She was blubbering her apologies to Josh whose ears were deaf to the words. "Are you going to behave and stop disrespecting your sister?" he asked.

"Y-yessssss!!!" she promised, having another smack delivered to her aching rear.

"Good," he concluded and gave her the final one, then put his belt back on. "I want you to march over to that corner and put your nose in it and don't so much as move an inch until I get back, Young Lady, do you hear me?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, pushing herself from the bed and hobbling painfully over towards the corner.

Josh looked at me and pointed angrily to the door, insinuating that it was time for my own punishment. I bit my lower lip and turned around, walking out of the room. No way was he going to do that with her home! Right?

Story: I Like Cheese

Misc Story.  Another drinking story.  Jodi gets wasted, Derrick takes care of her.  (One of my best 'drinking' stories.)

I Like Cheese
by Breanna Carter

I'm not a heavy drinker, I promise. In fact, I really don't drink that much. It's just sometimes you feel the need to party and, well, you end up getting more than you bargained for, in more ways than one.

When you're sixteen and have a job with a bunch of guys older than you, most of then between the ages of 18 and 20, and they invite you over to their house, how can you actually turn that down? I mean, I'm a shy girl, and I thought I was doing well just talking to these guys. Then they invite me over. Who actually says no?

Um, my twenty-two year old brother. The minute I told him I was going to hang out with Danny and Steven, I thought Derrick was going to go through the roof!!

"There is no way I'm letting you go to some guy's house who's that much older than you!" he yelled.

I rolled my eyes. "Derrick, please," I said, not saying please to beg him, but saying it more in a sarcastic tone. "Give me a break, I'm sixteen years old and these guys are my friends!"

"Then how come I've never met them?"

"Because it's not cool for guys to meet some girl's older brother! It's embarrassing. Can't you just stop treating me like I'm twelve for a couple of minutes? It's not like I'm stupid. I'm not going to do anything I'm not supposed to."

He sighed. "It's against my better judgement," he told me. "But I guess if you really want to go, it's fine."

I nearly yelped with joy, but he stopped me.

"Before you get your hopes up, I want to know where this guy lives, and your curfew is midnight, no exceptions, got it?"

"Got it!" I was so ecstatic that I could barely contain myself.

The weekend finally rolled around and I talked constantly with Danny about going over to his house. Apparently we were throwing a party for one of the guys at work because he was transferring to Virginia for college. It was sort of like an end of summer bash. It really sucked that I had to be home by midnight, but both Danny and I got off of work at eight, and most of the other people would be around about nine. To top it off, someone was buying alcohol. How cool is that?

At sixteen, I'd only drank maybe twice before, and neither time went over that well. The first time I was fifteen and stayed the night with a friend two years my elder who worked as a hostess with tons of guys over 21. One of them bought us a six pack of Skyy Blue and by the second one we were "drunk" (at least inside our heads!). The other time was a small party at a friend's house where I tried whiskey for the first time and ended up spending the rest of the night watching her make out with her boyfriend.

Since this would be the third drinking experience, I was determined to make it the best. The only problem was that I had to go home that night, and no way would I be telling Derrick about the drinking involved. Maybe he wouldn't notice.

That Friday night at eight, I grabbed some clothes from my car and hurried into the bathroom to change. I'm not going to a guy's house in my work uniform, whether he's going to be in his or not!! I put on the cutest clothes that I had found in my closet, which was a spaghetti strap shirt and a tight pair of jeans, something that I wouldn't be caught dead in with Derrick around. Luckily, I'd have time to change before having to drive home.

The apartment complex that Danny lived in wasn't far from my house. In fact, it was only a couple of blocks away. Maybe that's why I decided that drinking would be fine -- because it was close to my house. If it's so close to my house, there's no way that a little alcohol could really hinder me from getting home effectively. Yeah, like I said, I'd never been drunk before! I didn't know any better.

The party was going great! I tried some beer (it was gross) and then had a couple of screwdrivers, ignoring the fact that my face was flushed and the room was getting very hot. We then took straight shots of vodka, turning the music up louder because, um, I guess it wasn't loud enough? By my fourth shot of vodka, the room was spinning, I'd lost all of my inhibitions, and I was half naked. I wasn't the only one -- the other two girls who were around were side-by-side with me compairing boobs. I have no idea why. I didn't have a clue as to what time it was, I was giggling profusely, and roaring that I liked cheese (until I got tired of hearing myself repeat that, so I changed it to "cake" that I liked).

I was definitely gone when the door swung open and the girls and I were dancing in the middle of the floor. I don't remember what exactly happened, because everything's somewhat of a blur. The room was still spinning and I did, by this time, have my shirt on (thank God!). I was totally confused when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I screamed as loud as I could.

"Jodi, Jesus Christ, calm down," I heard the voice say. I recognized the voice, and the face, and even though I knew it was Derrick, I calmed down. Which was a mistake.

"Ohhhh, heyyy Derrick!!! Wanna drink?" I murmured, shoving the screwdriver in his hand.

"Jodi, do you know what time it is?" he asked, getting angrier by the moment.

"No idea," I admitted, poking him in the chest. "I bet you do, though!" I giggled.

He sat the drink down on the coffee table and sort of stooped down to my level, lifting my chin so I'd look at him in the eyes. "You are seriously drunk, aren't you?"

"Just a little," I giggled, lifting my hands about an inch apart to show him how drunk I was. Yeah, I should have stretched my arms out and showed him.

"It's after two in the morning, kiddo, and you haven't been answering your cell."

I gasped. "MY CELL!" I yelped. "Where is it?!" I instantly dropped to the floor and began searching for it.

I blacked out after that, and when I came back, my phone was in my hand, I was backed up against the wall, the two girls were passed out on the couch, shirtless, and Derrick was yelling at the top of his lungs to a drunken Steven. I couldn't make out much of what was being said, but my brother was pretty pissed.

"... underage kids. You're fucking lucky that I don't call the cops on you guys for this shit," I heard.

"Derrick," I slurred, "take it easy," I tried to touch his arm to calm him down but he moved away from me.

"Don't tell me to take it easy, Jodi Marie, you are in enough trouble as it is!" he bellowed.

I, being new to this drunk thing and not realizing that I was being really obnoxious, replied back, "Derrick, you're being unreasonable," I muttered, unable to really hold my head up.

"I'm being unreasonable? You're not home at two in the morning and I come here to find you drunk as fuck and I'm the one being unreasonable?"

"Yes," I answered, plain and simple, then giggled.

He said a few final words to Steven, words that I wasn't concerned enough about to actually listen to, and then grabbed me and hauled me off, scolding me the whole way to the car.

My mood had taken a turn for the worse and now I was crying.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I don't know!" I cried, being shoved into the car, still bawling.

The next thing I knew I was sitting on the bathroom floor on my knees, head in the toilet, someone behind me holding my hair back. I felt as if someone had beaten my head into a brick wall then kicked me in the stomach a few times.

"Derrick," I whined.

"Yes?" he answered.

"I'm so drunk," I admitted.

"I couldn't tell."

"Why am I so drunk?"

"Because you drank a lot?"

"Oh." It's such a simple answer to someone who's in their right mind, but I wasn't even close. I was so messed up that it wasn't obvious I was drunk because I'd been drinking. Wow.

"You okay?"

"No, it hurts."

"I'd imagine so. You're pretty trashed."

"I don't like being trashed."

"Good."

When I woke up the next time I was lying on the couch, the sun was rising, a trashcan sat next to me, and Derrick was on the recliner watching Brady Bunch reruns. I had the grossest taste in my mouth and my stomach was still making weird noises and threatening to release what little of my insides were left.

I studied my older brother for a moment, not having the strength to move, but noting that the alcohol was definitely wearing off because I could actually feel that guilt. And, um, I knew that Derrick was probably going to be super pissed at me. Not a good sign. He was sitting there, a white undershirt and pair of jeans on, blue eyes staring at the tv. I was trying to make out what the look on his face was. He was definitely concentrating too hard for it to be just the episode of the Brady Bunch. I mean, give me a break, that show isn't *that* deep! And as hard as he was concentrating it was either on a) what had happened, or b) what he was going to do to me. Eep!!

I groaned and rolled over a bit, catching his attention. "Hey, Jodi... you okay?" he asked, moving towards me and squatting down beside me.

"I guess," I mumbled. "My stomach hurts, and my head, too."

"That's what usually happens when you get a hangover."

I nodded.

"What possessed you to drink that much?" he asked.

I shrugged.

He shook his head and patted me on the shoulder. "Get some rest. We're going to have a long talk about this later."

I gulped. A long talk wasn't a good sign. I had the feeling that the talking wouldn't be with his mouth.

Though I feared for my life, I still managed to doze off into a somewhat sleep. It was hardly peaceful. My mind was racing and everytime I fell asleep, I managed to wake up wheezing. Derrick was there for me each time, keeping my hair held back, assuring me that I wasn't dying (though I kept swearing that I was!). Finally, I got about three hours of straight sleeping and woke up without wheezing. This time, my older brother wasn't in sight and my mouth was so dry and I ached in so many different places.

I stood up dizzily and stumbled towards the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Hey," Derrick said from behind me, causing me to jump a little.

"Hi," I murmured back, taking a sip of the water and keeping my eyes averted to the ground.

"How are you feeling?"

"Crappy."

He moved towards the counter and leaned against it, folding him arms. Yikes. "I'd like to know something, Jodi," he told me.

I bit my lower lip. "What?"

"Look at me," he ordered.

From across the kitchen I lifted my head, my eyes lost deep in his gaze.

"What the hell were you thinking last night, pulling such a stunt?"

My lip quivered as the seriousness of what I'd done finally kicked in. "I- I don't know," I stammered like an idiot.

"I understand you're curious. We've all had the desires to do something unknown just to see what it's like. You're a teenager and I know you're going to drink. The point is that you have to do it responsibly. You are NOT to drive after you've been drinking, which I know you were planning on doing..."

"No I wasn't," I cut in, trying to save myself.

"Yes you were... you told me."

"I did?" Good job saving myself..

"Yes, you did. You don't remember?"

I shook my head. "What'd I say?"

"You told me that you were fine, just a little dizzy, and you'd be okay to drive home. That all the stuff people talk about is just bullshit.. it couldn't happen to you."

Eck! "Oh," I looked down at the floor again.

"Look at me, Jodi," he ordered, coming towards me from leaning against the counter and lifted my chin up, looking down at me. "They don't make up those stories about drinking and driving. Those actually happen. You could end up in jail, or worse, dead."

"I know," I muttered.

"If you *ever* go to a party and get wasted, I want you to call me. I don't care what the circumstances are. I guarantee you that you'll be much better off calling me from a party you weren't supposed to go to than driving home drunk from that party. Because if I ever find out that you've been drinking and driving, your car is mine for a very, very, long time, understand?"

I nodded.

"Secondly, if you're going to drink, use it in moderation. There were tons of guys around there last night and any of them could have raped you. ANY of them... and now you could be pregnant. And there is such a thing as alcohol poisioning... kids dying from binge drinking. Ever heard of that?"

"Yes."

"I'm very disappointed that you acted so irresponsibily last night," he concluded, sighing and moving his hand away from my chin so I could stare at my toes some more. "And I know you knew there was going to be drinking there."

"It's not that easy to tell you stuff like that sometimes," I admitted. "I really wanted to go and hang out with friends. I enjoy being part of their group. It's cool to fit in for once."

"And who will you be fitting in with if you're in jail?"

I shrugged. "All I was thinking about was that if I told you about the drinking that you wouldn't let me go... and at the time, that wasn't an option. I didn't think that I'd get that drunk.. I've never been drunk before."

"And now that you have, was it that great?"

I shook my head. "The drunk part was okay, but I did some really stupid stuff, and I feel really crappy about right now."

"Jodi, just promise me that you won't drink and drive?"

I nodded. "I promise."

He hugged me tightly, rubbing my back a little. As he released, I took another sip of my water. "I'd suggest lying down for the rest of the evening and taking it easy. You have to work tomorrow evening and I want to discuss this situation with you further before you go."

Gulping, I said, "okay." We didn't speak for a moment, just stood there, I still staring at my toes, he probably staring at me. Finally I had to know something. "Derrick... what all happened last night? At least while you were there?"

I looked up in time to catch him running his fingers through his hair. "Well, I got there and you were pretty messed up, and I wanted to know why you hadn't been answering your phone, then you freaked out because you didn't know where it was, and the whole time it was in your pocket. Then those girls that were there had the bright idea to show everyone their boobs and you wanted to join in on that fun, but I wouldn't let you."

Phew... that'd have been embarrassing if I'd shown my brother my boobs!

"And then that guy, the shaggy one with the blond hair, started talking shit and really pissed me off. Saying something about how the only thing you had to do to get bitches to show you their boobs was get them drunk, so I went off on him. Started yelling about how everyone in the house was underaged and if I called the cops, everyone there would be spending a night in jail. Then you butted in, but I was so livid I don't even remember what you said, just remember dragging you out of there, hauling you down the steps, rambling on about how dangerous what you did was, like you'd actually remember it. Then we got to the car and you started crying and wouldn't tell me what was wrong, and the whole ride home you kept repeating yourself. Then we came home and had the hardest time getting inside, you puked in the bushes, then I helped you to the bathroom, then carried you to bed."

"Wow... crazy night," I admitted.

He nodded. "For you and me, both," he said. "And I am not even the least bit happy about it."

I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay, I'm off to bed," I told him, giving my brother a final hug before shuffling off to my room. My stomach was churning inside of me, and this time it wasn't because I was about to vomit. It was guilt and nervousness. Guilt about what I'd done, and I was nervous about my impending punishment. I might have been curious about alcohol, but not even slightly curious about what was going to happen to me when Derrick found out. I guess I had known that he'd find out, but decided to ignore that. I wanted so much to fit in, to be part of the gang. Guess that all fell through. If they hadn't already thought I was a loser, they *really* thought it now, what with my older brother coming to pick me up and all.

About 7:30 that evening I was lying on my bed, sleeping off and on, when my phone rang. I was sort of scared to answer it, especially since it was the guy we had been throwing the party for, Mike. I didn't even want to hear what this twenty year old hottie had to say about me.

But I answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jodi?" he asked. "It's Mike."

"Hey," I groaned, rolling over onto my back. "What's up?"

"Nothing, was just calling to make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little hungover. Everyone must think I'm an idiot."

"Nah, I don't think that at all," he told me, causing a slight grin to form. "I mean, not because of your brother or anything. It definitely wasn't smart that you drank so much, and even more so that you were planning on driving home... but I'm glad your brother came to pick you up. Nearly everyone else passed out shortly after you left. No one remembers much of anything. Steven remembers some guy yelling at him, but has no idea it was your brother. Just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't worry."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Your bro wasn't too hard on you, was he?"

"Not yet," I admitted, having no idea why I was actually telling him the truth.

"I've always liked him. We went to school together, were on the same baseball team his senior year. Doubt he remembers me. Would probably kill me if he knew that I had been some of the reason you were drinking. He's always been really overprotective of you."

"Tell me about it," I mumbled.

Mike just chuckled. "You should be thankful. There's plenty of girls just like you who would kill to have someone care about them half as much as Derrick does about you."

"I know."

"Anyway, was just calling to make sure everything was okay," he finally said. "Guess I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, give me a call from Virginia. Would love to see how college is going."

"Definitely," he promised and shortly after, hung up the phone.

I spent the next few minutes thinking about Mike and all of the guys at the party, as well as the two girls that I'd barely known. I wondered what the purpose of drinking was, especially if it caused so much trouble. I feared that I'd become a sorry alcoholic like my dad and end up leaving my family instead of kicking the habit. Why did it seem to matter so much that I impressed other people? Or why did I let my curiousity get the best of me? Would anyone have really thought of me differently had I not drank? Would they have said, "oh, yeah, I forgot you're only sixteen."

The truth is, if these guys were really my friends, they wouldn't have cared if I drank. They'd have been like Mike and said something along the lines of "Sixteen is too young to be drinking anyway." Something brotherly... something Derrick would say. That's when I realized that I was lucky to have him as an older bro, and that I really wouldn't give him up for the world. Nobody else had ever given two shits about me. It was nice to have someone like Derrick around.

The next morning I woke up fairly early, well rested on my thirteen hours of sleep. It was about ten in the morning (yes, that's early for me!) and Derrick was in the living room watching tv.

"There you are, sleepy head. Haven't seen you in a while. How's the stomach?"

I rubbed my growling tummy. "It's hungry."

He smiled. "I'll bet. You haven't eaten in a while. You're fine, otherwise?"

I shrugged. "Feel bad about letting you down," I told him, plopping down beside him and lying my head on his shoulder.

He put an arm around me. "I take it you learned your lesson then?"

I nodded like crazy. "I definitely learned my lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

"That drinking is stupid, but if I decide to do it, don't go crazy with it and don't drink and drive."

"Glad that this has been a learning experience for you, though I really wish it could have gone differently."

"Me too."

"So I guess you know that you've gotta be punished, huh?"

I cringed. "Do I really hafta?"

"Yes you really hafta," he teased.

"But I thought the point of a punishment was to teach a lesson?"

"Well, it is, sort of. But it's also something that'll help you make a better decision in the future."

"But I don't think I'm going to need any help with that."

"Next time you think about drinking, you'll probably not say, 'Oh, I disappointed Derrick so I won't do it.' But, if you've been appropriately punished, you'll say 'Last time I did this, Derrick tore my ass up and I definitely don't want that to happen again!'"

I winced at the way he described the spanking. Tearing up an ass does not sound delightful! He couldn't have put it in better terms?

"Aren't I correct, Jodi?"

"I guess," I mumbled truthfully. Any normal person would have argued their point further, but I didn't really feel like it. I knew when Derrick set is mind to something, he was determined to go through with it. I wasn't going to waste my breath when it was worthless.

"Do you wanna go ahead and get it over with or wait til after we eat a bit?"

Sorry guys, I'm a "play-now-work-later" type of girl. Procrastination is my middle name. If it was something I didn't like, I'd put it off as long as I could! "We can wait til after we eat."

Derrick is the total opposite. I could tell by the look on his face that he would have rather me said to go ahead and get it over with, but he didn't push it. After all, he gave me the choice.

Unfortuantely, eating first didn't buy me much time. We were finished eating within an hour and I hoped that our stomachs could settle first. Fortuantely, he didn't bring the punishment up and we sat down in front of the tv to watch some cartoons for a little while.

About an hour and a half after the announcing of my punishment, my brother spoke. "Okay, Jodi, let's get this over with," he said. Those simple words that I'd been dreading to hear.

"Awww, can't we just watch one more show?"

He flipped the tv off and raised his eyebrows, looking at me. "No, we can't. Come on, pants and panties down and over my knee," he ordered, patting his lap.

I pouted, poking my lower lip out and giving him an adorable puppy face to try to get myself out of this one.

"Not happening, Jodi. Not getting out of this one. I'm really disappointed in you and you're going to get spanked and the longer you stall, the longer it's going to last."

I sighed, pushing myself off the couch and unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, putting my thumb inbetween the wastebands of both them and my panties, then tugging them down to mid-thigh. I hoisted myself over Derrick's lap, nervous anticipating creeping through my body. Burying my face in the couch, I felt him tug my pants and panties farther down so he'd be able to cover every inch of my bottom without any interference from clothing. My teeth were clenched tightly together, and my eyes stayed shut. I wasn't looking forward to this one bit.

"Okay, Jodi. Fill me in on why I'm punishing you."

He rested one hand on my bum and the other on my lower back. "Because I drank a lot last night and was planning on driving home."

"And what else?"

I racked my brain to figure out why else I was being punished. Let's see... I was going to drive home after drinking, but I drank, and I was underage, but I figured those two went together. Maybe it was because I sort of lied about this party when I knew there was going to be drinking? Giving that a shot wouldn't hurt. "I didn't tell you that there was going to be drinking there when I knew there was."

"And that's dishonest, Jodi. If there's one thing I don't like, it's dishonesty, got it?"

"Yes," I answered, realizing that this time, I wasn't much for the play-now-work-later. I was desperately wishing he'd hurry up and spank me and get it over with. The way his hand rested so softly on my bottom made me quiver in fear because I knew how rough those hands could be. He'd played some form of baseball for at least 14 years, and played in the schools' varsity teams for six. That could tell you right there that he's a strong guy. And from my previous experiences, I knew that once he got started, he wouldn't stop no matter how much you were screaming bloody murder (which would happen shortly after the first few smacks). But I was sick of the quivering, and the anticipation. I was ready to go ahead and get it over with because if he didn't hurry up, the anticipation would eat me alive.

"What's so wrong with you doing all this stuff anyway?" he asked.

I wanted to tell him to shut up and spank me already! But I figured his response wouldn't be quite the one that I'd be looking for. "I could end up in jail for underage drinking or for driving, or I could have gotten raped, or killed. And when I'm dishonest it really hurts you and you lose your trust in me."

"Right. I care about you too much to let any of those things happen to you. Don't you know that?"

"Yes, I know."

He took me by surprise when he lifted his hand and smacked it down on my rump. It happened so quickly I almost didn't know what was going on. Then I remember that I was being punished.

Derrick didn't stop there. He pounded down on my bottom more times than I could count! I did really well at the beginning, after the first dozen smacks or so. I just said "ow!" hoping that it was the hardest he would get because otherwise, I'd be in for a treat!

Oh, was I in for a treat! He didn't increase his speed so much as the intensity of the smacks. They started out a little more than mild, and within no time, they turned into really really hard smacks. "I'm not going to tolerate this out of you, Jodi," he told me, not pausing from the spanking to talk to me.

"Owww!! AHhh!!! Derrick!! Ow!! I know!" I yelped, squirming and trying to dodge his smacks.

He just tightened his grip around my waiste and spanked harder.

"Oohhhh that hurrtsss!!! Ooowwwww!" I howled

"This will be a lesson that you don't soon forget," he said, right before delivering some very sharp painful smacks to my sitspots that sent my hands flying back to cover my rear.

He ignored my hands and kept on spanking, finding a spot to spank that my hand wasn't big enough to cover. He also didn't stop the spanking to restrain my hands behind my back. I began bucking up and down and kicking like a baby. "OOOWWWW!!! Pllleasseeeeeee, Derrick!!" I begged, still kicking. "Owwwwwww!!!"

"Am I making an impression?" he asked.

Duh!! "Y-yessss!!" I stammered, kicking. "Ooowwww," I whined, still bucking and kicking.

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

I felt the blows to my thighs and shrieked in pain. "Pleaseee noo morreeee!! I'll be gooooddd!!" I promised.

"I know you will, but I'm not finished yet," he answered, keeping up with the steady spanking. I couldn't help but think that if it got any worse I really was going to die! "You might think this hurts right now, but not nearly as much as it would hurt if you were in jail or dead right now."

Easy for you to say! You're not the one getting the hell wallopped out of you by your older baseball player brother! "Oooowwwww, I knowwww!!" No way was I telling him what was really on my mind.

He must have spanked me for a solid five minutes with his hand before he stopped and lifted me up. I hadn't broken into tears yet, which was surprising because my ass was smarting like crazy. I mean, believe me, I was crying, just tears hadn't started streaming down my face yet. If he had kept on going for a couple of more smacks, those tears would have really been pouring out!

I stood there, still whining and slightly touching my warm bottom as I watched Derrick unbuckle his belt. He slid it through the loops which caused me to break down into sobs, my face buried into my hands. I had expected more than a hand spanking the entire time, but now that I was faced with the belt, it scared me more than ever.

"Come on, Jodi, back over my knee," he ordered.

I whined but obeyed like a good girl and gently placed myself back over his lap.

"Don't reach back," he told me in a soft voice.

"Okay," I replied, knowing that the minute the spanking started, I'd be reaching back. It's a bad habit I have.

He reached his arm around my waist and held me tightly, then sent the first lash across my bottom, causing a loud shrill to erupt from my mouth..

"Oooowwwwww!!!!" I squalled, moving my hands back, but Derrick kept up his rhythm, not worrying about whether or not he hit my hand.

It seems that when I reached back and it didn't help any, I would have moved my hand away, but I didn't. I just kept moving it to spots, trying to get him to stop spanking me. I knew any efforts were futile.

"Jodi!" he hollered, giving me a sharp smack to the sitspots. "I told you not to reach back!"

"I knowwww," I bawled, kicking my legs furiously. "But it hurts!!!"

He kept the licks coming, swatting my hand with the belt every so often and finally, realizing that I wasn't moving it anytime soon, he decided to grab my wrist and pin it to my lower back.

The pain crept through my body as the never-ending spanking continued, Derrick giving me his all with that dreadful leather belt of his. "Plllleasseeeee!!" I begged, greeting the tears that fell from my face. "Pleaseee stoppppppp. I won't do it againnnnn," I pleaded.

"I know you won't, Jodi," he answered, but still gave a couple of blows to my sitspots and thighs.

I stopped resisting and gave all of my energy to crying helplessly instead of struggling. My body went limp and my legs stopped kicking. I stopped trying to cover where he was spanking. The only movement I was making was my shoulders moving up and down with each sob that escaped from me. I don't know how much longer he spanked me after that, but eventually (thank God!) he stopped.

He let me lie there and gain my composure for a few minutes. Inside my head I was dizzy, guilty, and thinking about the pain I was enduring. I have no idea how long I lay there and cried... it felt like hours. He eventually lifted me up and hugged me tightly, kissing my forehead and buring my face into his chest. He spoke softly to me, stroking my hair gently.

"I won't do it again!" I promised.

"I know you won't, baby," he answered, rocking me back and forth.

And I kept my promise. The thought of drinking and driving never crossed my mind and anytime there was a party with drinking involved, I let Derrick know. No way was I going to risk all of those bad things (like rape, jail, another spanking...). It just wasn't worth it.

Story: The Brattiness Continues

Part of The Brat mini series.  Aubrey gets a call from Serenity's school.  Frustrated with the brat, she calls Josh to seek out his help.  He offers a helping hand... to be applied to both bottoms.

The Brattiness Continues
by Breanna Carter

The next day I was sitting quietly in the living room, watching the latest episode of The Inferno on MTV when my phone rang. It was nearly lunchtime and most of my friends were still in class, so I was curious as to who it was. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was Columbia Elementary School. My stomach lurched. It couldn't be who I thought it was...

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, is this Mrs. O'Connor?"

I cleared my throat. "Yes."

"This is Mrs. Watkins from Columbia Elementary School. I am here with a Serenity O'Connor, seems as if we've had some problems with her today."

I had to hold back a long exasperated groan.

She then explained to me that I needed to come pick my younger sister up from school because she had been throwing water balloons at the teachers while at recess, and to top it off, she fought with the teachers when they tried to bring her to the office (apparently it took three of them to get her there, and she was kicking and screaming the whole way!). That attitude would not be tolerated, Mrs. Watkins explained to me.

I drove to the elementary school with a tight grip on the steering wheel, so tight that my knuckles were turning white. I was beyond angry at this point in time. Apparently our little "chat" hadn't done much good and I really wasn't in the mood for repeating that... Guess Josh would just have to deal with it this time. He spanks MUCH harder than I do.. And besides, maybe he'd have a little influence on that obnoxious brat!

I lividly walked into the school. As I made it to the office I saw my pathetic little sister, sitting in the chair, hair dripping wet, a smug grin on her face. She loved the defiance.

"Heya, Aubrey!" she chirped.

"Don't you even," I warned, wanting to smack her right there as she sat in that plaid jumper, long brown hair fallen in tangles near her eyes.

"Hi, you're Mrs. O'Connor?" the lady asked, sort of confused.

"I'm Aubrey, Serenity's sister. Our mom is out of town..."

"I see," the lady said, as if that explained the water balloon incident. "Well, let's try to keep her out of the office from now on. I know the school year is ending, Serenity, but it's not too late to get suspended."

Serenity nodded, a mock grin still on her face, as if she were just testing to me to see if I'd follow through with my new punishments. Oh, she was going to get more than she bargained for!

"Just bring her back tomorrow morning as normal. She will be in ISS (in school suspension) for the rest of the week and resume with class on Monday. This is her third ISS, so if it happens again, she'll be suspended, just so you know."

I nodded, "I apologize for the way my sister has acted and I assure you that it will be dealt with appropriately," I promised, glaring at the brat.

The instant that the lady dismissed us, I grabbed my sister's upper arm and hauled her outside, smacking her a few good ones on that tiny rear of hers. "You will NOT act like this in school, Young Lady, do you hear me?" I asked, whacking her bottom with all of my strength.

"Chill, sis!! It's no big deal!"

"We'll just see about that, Missy," I said, opening her car door and shoving her inside. "Let's see what Josh has to say about this, huh?"

I felt like a mom calling the father on her child. Even more so when Serenity began pleading. "Noooo, don't call Josh!!" she begged. "I'll be good! It was just a joke!"

Too late, I was already dialing his number. "You know he's going to be mad... interrupting his work and all for something like this.." I paused as the phone rang.

I couldn't even understand the lady when she answered the phone -- they had to memorize a lot of stuff! At most restuarants they just tell you the name of the place then ask if they can help you. I have no idea what they were saying here..

"I need to speak with Josh Adams, please."

"Just one moment," the lady answered, putting me on hold.

Serenity was shivering in her seat.

"Hello?"

"Josh, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but my little sister has lost her mind... you will not believe what she did!" I went on to explain the situation as Josh listened intently, making noises every so often to let me know he was still there.

"I'll deal with Serenity when I get off of work. For now, you take her home, give her a spanking, and send her to her room."

I nodded. "Okay, will do."

"And Aubrey?"

"Yes?"

"Couldn't this have waited until *after* work? I know you need help with this, but I don't appreciate you calling me during the middle of lunch.."

I gulped. "I know, I apologize."

"We'll also deal with that later," he concluded, then hung up the phone, leaving me to be the one shivering.

I was quickly snapped back into reality with Serenity's whine from next to me. "Oh, don't even think about it. You're getting it once we get home, and when Josh gets off of work, you're getting it again. And there's no backing out!"

I drove home in a hurry, mostly because I was nervous about Josh's reaction to me calling him. When we reached the house, I helped Serenity inside, instantly shutting the door behind me and sitting on the couch.

"Get over here, Young Lady," I ordered, tugging her by the wrist.

"Noooo, Aubrey!" she yelped, trying to struggle free from my grip.

"Serenity Michelle! You get over here RIGHT NOW. You are in enough trouble as it is!"

The harshness in my voice didn't persuade her to move towards me. She was still working against me, trying to go to the doorway.

Fed up with it, I stood, grabbing her shoulders and bring her over to the couch, giving a few swats as I walked. "When I tell you to do something, you will do it!" I told her, keeping a firm hold on her upper arm as I sat back down on the couch. It took both hands and all of my strength to get her face down over my lap, and then I had to keep a tight grip on her waste so she wouldn't slide off.

She kicked furiously, screaming, "Aubrey!!! Stop!!!!! Let go of me!!!!"

I kept my firm grip and lifted her jumper, then pulled down her panties, below the knees to stop some of the kicking.

"Nooooooo!!!! Let goooo!!" she cried.

I didn't speak, just admired her already pink bottom from the previous smacks and landed dozens and dozens of more as hard and fast as I could while maintaining my hold on her. "You will stop struggling, Serenity, and I mean it! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I will not deal with your defiance and brattiness any longer. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! I am sick of this!" I kept giving her hearty smacks, beginning to concentrate on the sitspots since it would make the biggest impression. I changed up my rhythm, spanking each side a few times, then the other side a few times, then one or two times on each, making sure to surprise her every time. Her backside was darkening to a shade of red that I thought only Josh could produce on my naughty bottom... I was wrong.

She was screaming bloody murder. I couldn't make out half of what she was saying because she was crying so hard, but I'm pretty sure it was along the lines of "I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please stop!"

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! "I am disappointed in you, Serenity," I scolded, keeping the smacks coming at full blast. "This attitude of yours is going to stop. I will not put up with it and if you get suspended from school because of it, you're going to be sorry. You think Josh is upset today, just wait and see what'll happen if you get suspended. You won't be able to sit for weeks!" SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

She wailed at that statement, taking my final dozen of swats to the thighs as well as you can imagine any kid taking blows to the thighs (not very well!). I lifted her up, panties by this time having been kicked all the way off. I didn't even bother with giving them back to her, just walked her to the corner, gripping her hands tightly behind her back, swatting her as we walked. "I will not accept this, do you understand me!"

"Yessss!!" she wailed, howling at each smack. I planted her nose in the corner, ordered her not to rub, then sat on the couch, rubbing my hand. I wasn't used to this spanking thing... but even so, if my hand hurt that much, I can't even begin to imagine how much her bum hurt! And to think... she still had to go through Josh!

And so did I... yikes!

Story: The Brat

Part of The Brat mini series.  Aubrey's ten year old sister is a pain, and she's fed up with it.  When Serenity refuses to do as she's told, Aubrey teaches her a lesson... er, sorta.

The Brat
by Breanna Carter

I had about had enough of my bratty ten year old sister. She was to the point of doing everything possible to annoy the living hell out of me. You'd think with a name like Serenity that she'd be, oh, I don't know... serene?? Yeah right, everything BUT serene.

"Would you do your homework already, Serenity? It's almost midnight!"

"Me? Do homework?" she asked in a giggle. "You MUST be kidding!"

I groaned in frustration, turning back to the conversation I was having with my boyfriend, Josh, on the other line. "Okay, Josh... this HAS to stop. Mom's going to be gone for months and I just can't deal with this little brat for that long!"

"Then why'd you tell her you could?" he asked. He had a reason to be annoyed with the situation -- I whined and complained to him for hours on end about the little bitch, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I don't know. I guess because I'm an idiot," I sighed, plopping down on the couch while Serenity giggled about something on the computer.

"You gotta have some authority over her," he told me.

"Yeah, right."

He chuckled slightly. "I think she just takes after her sister. Nothing a spanking couldn't cure."

I blushed deeply with that statement. Though I was 19 and a fully grown woman, the fact that sometimes Josh spanked me when I was "naughty" was something that I still wanted to keep between the two of us. And I really didn't want to try that technique with my sister. Something about it just seemed wrong.

"I think I'll pass," I said, glancing at Serenity as I said so.

"Then no more whining about it, Young Lady," he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine," I said.

"I know you're a night owl, but you really should be getting to bed -- Serenity, too. Think about what I said, and if you're too scared to do it yourself, I'll come over there and do it, because *I'm* not scared to teach the brat a lesson."

I blushed, hoping Serenity couldn't hear what we were saying. "Yeah, I'll think about it. And I'm not scared," I added, before telling him bye and hanging up quickly.

"Josh and Aubrey, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I..."

"Shut up, Serenity."

She giggled, typing away on the computer.

"Okay, it's time for bed," I insisted, knowing that my efforts would be futile.

"Pssh, bed. Hah!"

"Serenity, now," I said sterner, like it'd help any.

"Not now. Maybe later. I'm not going to school tomorrow anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Not going to school."

I stood up, stomping my foot. "Dammit, Serenity. I'm sick of all of this!"

"And I care?"

I threw my hands up in the air, wishing there was anything I could do to get this ten year old to at least listen to half of what I said. "Look, either do your homework, or go to bed. You're going to school tomorrow and you're getting off of the computer this instant."

She looked at me as if I'd just told her that she had to jump through a burning ring.

"I mean it, Serenity."

She rolled her eyes and kept at it on the computer.

I sighed, exasperated, and stormed over to the computer, holding the power strip in my hand. "Off the computer, right now."

"You wouldn't," she tested.

"I'm giving you to the count of three."

She folded her arms.

"One...."

We were having a staring contest.

"Two..."

She still didn't budge.

"Three.." I flipped the switch causing the whole computer to shut down.

She pushed her seat back, standing up and getting in my face. "You just ruined my whole conversation!! What gives you the right to just barge in and turn off the computer while I'm on it!!" she yelled.

"I asked you nicely to get off and you wouldn't."

"You are NOT my mother!"

"But she isn't here and you are to listen to me while she's gone."

"I wouldn't listen to you if you were God!" she shouted, trying to grab the power strip from me, but failing miserably. "Give it back!!!"

"Serenity, either go do your homework, or go to bed. I do not feel like fighting with you tonight."

She began trying to wrestle me for it. "Give... me... the... thing!" She fought, struggling with me, slapping my hands, trying to get me to drop it, but it didn't budge. Finally, she bit me, and hard! Right on the arm.

"That's it," I wailed, dropping the power strip and grabbing her by the upper arm, hauling her to the couch.

"LET GO!" she shrieked.

"I am NOT letting you go, Serenity Michelle O'Connor! You listen to me, Young Lady. I am sick and tired of this attitude you've been getting, I'm sick of you staying up past your bed time, I'm sick of you not doing your homework, and I'm sick of you acting like you're the boss. I'm going to show you who's boss... just watch," I scolded, sitting on the couch and hauling her squirming small body over my lap.

"Stop it!! Let go of me, Aubrey!!!"

I held onto her tightly and lifted her yellow skirt, revealing the white cotton panties.

"What the hell are you doing!!??!"

My mouth dropped at such language and I didn't hesitate to rain down smacks on her panty-clad rump. "Do NOT use that type of language, Young Lady, nor that tone of voice!" I hollered, walloping her poor behind.

"Ouch! Aubrey!! Stoppp!" She kicked more furiously, squirming and trying to get off of my lap.

I stopped briefly, only enough to position her again and hold her tighter, then tug her panties down. "I am going to teach you a lesson about respect, Miss Serenity, and this will be a lesson that you don't soon forget!" I landed over a dozen hard smacks to her bottom, using nearly all of my energy. I then gave a few blows to her sit spots, trying to keep her still.

"Let goooooo!!!" she howled, bucking up and trying to cover with her hands.

I caught her hands and held them tightly, pushing them against her back as I kept spanking, gradually getting harder. "I am not putting up with this," I reminded her as I steadily spanked.

"Owwwwwww, stopppp," she whined pathetically.

"I'm not stopping," I told her. "You have been a disrespectful, rude, childish brat to me all week. You're long overdue." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ooww!! Aubrey! I'm sorry!!"

"Sorry? Hah! That's the funniest thing I've heard all night!"

"No, ow, really!! I am!! Owwww!! That hurts!!!"

I concentrated on her thighs for a few swats, then back to her sitspots. "You only think this hurts. Wait until Josh comes over tomorrow. He's heard all of the bratty things you've done lately and he spanks MUCH harder than I do!"

"Noooooo, owwww, don't let Josh spank me!" she begged, kicking furiously and squirming, wailing like a baby. "Pleaseee stoppp!!!"

"I'm not stopping until I'm convinced you've learned your lesson." SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"I've learned, I've learned!" she shrieked hurridly.

"Oh? Have you? So what have you learned?"

"I've learned to, ow, be respectful! And, OW, do my homework!"

I paused for a minute, slightly rubbing her dark pink bottom. "Nah, I don't think you've learned," I concluded, spanking harder, wishing my hand wasn't throbbing so much. How could Josh do this to me? He must have hands of steel!! They sure felt like it.

And I'm sure my hands felt like steel to Serenity. But I wasn't about to keep spanking her with my hand. That's when I noticed the wooden ruler that I'd had to use for some math homework. That'd feel nice on her tiny little bratty bottom!

I stopped spanking long enough to grab the ruler from the coffee table.

SPLAT!!

"OOOOWWWW!!!!!!" she bawled, kicking and squirming. "Oooowwww, Aubreyyyy!!!!!" She kicked so furiously after the first few swats with the ruler that I had to put one leg over hers so she wouldn't kick anything!

"What?" I asked, delivering a few more, hard and fast.

"I'm, s-sorry!!!" she wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I didn't stop though, not until her bottom was a dark shade of red and she was too busy crying and hurting to even squirm anymore. I must have spanked her with the ruler for two and a half minutes until I finally noticed that her head was buried in the couch cushion and she was sobbing. I put the ruler down and lifted her up, dragging her to the corner by the ear.

"Stand there until I tell you to do otherwise."

She nodded, still bawling. This must have been the first real spanking she'd ever really gotten. I felt proud of myself for finally teaching her a lesson.

After ten minutes in the corner I turned her around. "I will not tolerate you acting this way, Serenity," I told her.

She looked up at me with a pouty lip and I saw the gleam in her eyes -- she wasn't even close to being broken!

I tried to ignore it. "Now, I suggest you go up to your room and finish your homework then go to bed. You're going to have a long day on a sore bottom tomorrow."

She nodded, that gleam still in her eyes, and hobbled off.

I sighed, wondering what to do with this girl. Fortuantely, I didn't have to worry about it so soon. I was exhausted... it was the first spanking I'd ever given (though I'd been on the receiving end tons of times!). I couldn't wait to tell Josh.. and if the spanking for her wasn't effective, then maybe I'd get my own. One can only hope :)