Story: Livin' La Vida Loca

Part of the Carlos/Danielle Series.  Danielle uses a fake ID to sneak into a club.  Hmmm... wonder how she gets caught...

Livin' La Vida Loca
by Breanna Carter

"They're staying until Saturday?" I pouted, folding my arms.

Carlos nodded. "They're going to fly into Dallas, though, because it's cheaper and the flight time is more convenient."

"Not fair."

"Well, they reserved us a nice hotel in downtown Dallas so we can stay the night there Friday and pick them up Saturday morning and come back home."

I blinked. "They reserved us a hotel room?"

Carlos nodded.

"Kick ass!" I squealed, doing the happy dance. I had a good friend who lived in Dallas. Her name was Aneesa and she was 17. Carlos had some friends in Dallas, too, so the chances were that he'd let me go out and he'd go out on his own.

The next day at school, I was ecstatic. "You'll never guess what," I told Michelle.

She looked at me. "What?"

"Carlos and I are going to Dallas!! Aneesa lives there! I get to hang out with her and do spiffy stuff!"

My friend, Sara, butted in. "They've got a really cool club in Dallas called Club Uropa. My boyfriend took me there for my eighteenth birthday."

"Is it an all ages club?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiousity. I'd love to go to a club!

"No, it's eighteen and over..." she said, not catching that I was three years younger than she. "Oh, right.." she said, then took out her license, putting it near my face. "You know, really, we don't look that much different. My hair's a little shorter, but the pic was taken when I was sixteen... so hair grows." She paused as I stared directly at her trying to get what she was saying. When I didn't answer, she said, "so, do you want to borrow my ID for your trip to Dallas?"

I thought Michelle was going to have a heart attack next to me. "SHIT YEAH!" she squealed.

I glanced at her. "Wait..." I took the license from her hand. She was right, we did resemble each other enough. Brown hair, blue eyes, about the same height. The only thing I'd have to memorize was her full name and birthday, then I'd be set. The next problem. "What am I going to tell Carlos, though? He knows Dallas well enough to know there aren't any clubs I can get into."

"So don't tell him, duh," Michelle said, snatching the ID.

"But *what* will I tell him then?"

"Don't you have a friend who lives there? Tell him that you guys are going to see a late movie or something. Anything. You gotta go clubbing and tell me all about it!"

There she went again, being a bad influence like always. But she had a point, and I did want to get into that club...

"I'm in."

I think Michelle was more excited than me. She told me hundreds of things that I just had to do and made me promise to pick her up a good-looking guy. Friday morning, Sara gave me her license, and that afternoon, I was off to Dallas with my step brother.

"Hey, why can't we listen to American music!" I whined as we set out on the highway towards Dallas.

"Because I'm driving, not you," he teased.

"Well, I don't mind driving..."

"Whose car is it?"

I folded my arms, pouting. "Not far!"

He ignored me and sang anyway. I have to admit, at least it was good music. I mean, I enjoyed it. The name of the band was La Ley... I understood some of the lyrics, but not every last word. After all, he was the bilingual one, not me. I only spoke enough Spanish to get by. At least that was more than Michelle, who could say "Hola, como estas?" and you still really couldn't tell what she was saying...

"So what are you going to do tonight?" I asked him, hoping that he'd hang out with his friends.

"It all depends on what you're doing."

"Hanging out with Aneesa, duh," I said.

"Where do the two of you plan to go?"

"We haven't discussed that much yet... but you have to let me go with her, and we'll meet you back at the hotel at like, one.." when he gave me the look, I added, "or something. I don't know. We're in Dallas, no parents... we gotta have fun, Carlos! You can go hang out with your guys and pick up some hott chicks and I'll hang out with Aneesa and pick up some sexy dudes."

Cue that eyeroll. "You're such a girl."

"Duh!"

But I think I'd convinced him anyway. We didn't talk much more about it. Most of our conversations consisted of what the hell the song was saying on the cd or whether we were going to make a quick pit stop (so I could waste his money on chips and soda!). We got in Dallas about seven and checked into the hotel our parents had reserved for us. Ohhh man, saying it was nice was an understatement! They must have had a great anniversary and decided to stock us up as well! And the best part: it was downtown! I'd say it was about two miles or so from the club I wanted to go to. That meant that I wouldn't have to bug Aneesa to drop me off or anything. She couldn't exactly go to the club... but she was ecstatic that I was going and made me promise to call her if anything out of the ordinary happened. So I could take a taxi to the club! Super cool points for my parents!

"So have you decided what you're going to do yet?"

"Have you told me what you're going to do yet?" he asked back.

"Grrr fine! I'll call Aneesa and see what she wants to do." When he turned his back, I gave him a very evil look while dialing my friend's number. "Hey, 'Neese... Carlos is bugging me about what we're going to do tonight."

"Danielle?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, hey... are you guys in Dallas? We gotta hang out before you go out tonight."

"Duh... what are we going to do?"

"Ummm..." she thought for a second. "We can go to the mall or something til they close... Ohh! There's going to be a kickass concert tonight down here in Deep Ellum at this place called the Gypsy Tea Room. Ya gotta be seventeen to get in, but if you don't tell him, I'm sure he won't know. Or you can just tell him that tonight it's all ages."

"Score. All right... I'll tell him. Are you going to pick me up?"

"Of course. Where are you?"

I explained to her where the hotel was (as if she wouldn't have been able to figure it out on her own), then hung up.

"Okay... we're going to the mall for a little while then going to this concert in Deep Ellum."

"Where at?" he asked, taking some clothes out of his suitcase.

"I dunno, Gypsy Tea Room or something."

"Listen, Danielle. I'm not playing. You be careful out there tonight. Downtown is crazy, especially for a couple of teenaged girls."

My turn for the eyeroll. "I know, I know. Give me a break."

"Can't help it, I'm your bro, I worry about you, hermana."

Ach! That made me kind of regret that I was sort of lying to him about what I was going to do... "I know, but I'm not stupid. I am almost sixteen, ya know. I can handle myself."

"Well, sometimes it doesn't feel like it. But I trust you tonight, okay? Don't do anything stupid. Promise me."

"Promise," I said, crossing my fingers behind my back.

"I'm going out with some guys tonight."

"Yay! Pick up some girls! You need some lovin'!"

He glared at me. "Anyway... I should be in by two, at the latest, and I expect you to be here by then as well, understand?"

I nearly jumped with excitement, screaming. "I'll be here by two, I promise!! Thanks soooo much!"

"Don't let me down," he said, then took some clothes and went to shower.

While he was showering, I watched tv for a little while, playing in my mind what would happen during the night. Carlos didn't know it, but I'd brought something to wear to the club... something I'm sure he wouldn't exactly approve of. Come to think of it, I don't think he approved of most of my clothing. But this... it brought a new meaning to the word "clevage." It was a halter top that showed more than it covered up. Now, of course, I wouldn't wear it out of the house with him around. If he happened to be home before I left, I'd wear a T-shirt over it. Yeah, rock concert ya know. Gotta love 'em!

When I got out of the shower, one towel around my body, the other around my hair, Carlos was dressed and ready.

"Whoa! You really are going to pick up some girls tonight!" I said as he put some gel in his hair.

"I'm going to try," he admitted.

"Awesome!"

"And you're going to try to pick up some guys tonight I assume?"

"Of course! When do I *not* try to pick up guys?"

His back was turned but I knew he was rolling his eyes, like always. He ran the comb through his hair, making sure it was slicked just right. He was wearing blue jeans with that damn belt I hated and a dark green polo shirt. "Do I look okay?" he asked as he turned around.

I smiled. "Ya look like a million dollars."

He smiled back. "Good. Wish me luck?" he asked, spraying on a little cologne.

"With that cologne, you don't need my luck."

He sat down next to me on the bed, putting on his shoes. "You're not wearing anything too showy, huh?"

"Me? Of course not!" I said, sarcasm apparent in my voice.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He paused, tying his shoe, then putting the other one on. "Well, just be careful, like I said... and when you come home, pretend like you were actually wearing something, but it was hot in the hotel so you had to take it off."

I had to laugh at that statement. He knew me too well. "Okay, I will."

He stood up, kissed my head, then grabbed his keys and wallet. "I'm out. I'll have my phone on if you need me. Stay out of trouble."

"I will," I smiled. He smiled back, then waved goodbye to me... and thus, I was granted freedom!

I really did deck myself out. I was determined to make myself look as old as my ID said I was. I dryed my hair then straightened it. I caked on the makeup like my life depended on it, finishing it off with some bubblegum lipgloss that just made me happy. Lastly, I somehow managed to fit in my super tight jeans, a size smaller than I usually wear, then put on my strapless bra, and slipped on my halter top. I sprayed some body splash on me and put on some shoes and socks, just in time to hear my friend knocking on the door.

"Ohmigosh! You look... amazing!" she said, mouth dropped.

"Thanks!" I said, smiling, throwing my purse over my shoulder. "Ready?"

"Yeah, but I'm a little dressed down!"

"It's fine. I just wanna make sure I can get into that damn club."

"I'm sure you will. Especially since the ID itself isn't fake. They can usually spot fake ones, but even if they scanned that one, they'd know it was real."

I nodded.

"What'd you tell your brother?"

"That we were going to that concert... and you'll not believe how dressed up he was! He's going to pick up some girls tonight!"

"Oh, wow! That's awesome."

I nodded. "I'm proud of him. He's usually so dull you'd think he picks up girls from school. But now he's actually trying!"

She smiled. "Well, I didn't have anything super planned for us to do. We can go down to the concert if you want."

That's where the two of us were different. She was a little more on the punk side than I was. I mean, punk's not the word... punk's a new school name. She was old school, listened to 90s rock like Nirvana and Korn, bands like that. Then she had this weird thing about Indie rock music... She didn't even listen to punk. I liked some 90s rock, and some Indie bands, but I wasn't much of a fan. Actually, looking at the two of us at that moment, you probably would have thought we were step sisters instead of friends. We didn't look or act anything alike.

"Wish you could go clubbing with me."

"Clubs aren't really my scene," she admitted. "I'm not a big fan of rap music."

"We could go to a techno club!"

She smiled.

"There's a techno club in Austin that Carlos loves to go to. He said it's filled with hott Mexican guys... well, he didn't say they were hott... but you know. Maybe for your birthday we can go. I know you like techno!"

"Love techno."

We got to her car and drove around for a while, catching up on the old times. She informed me on how school was going and the like, and I told her all about my end of the world. I told her about my mom's anniversary... Aneesa had known me forever, even before my mom had gotten married.

"So you like your step family?" she asked.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool. Just like a real family, I guess."

"That's good."

Yeah, her step family was terrible. Her step dad liked to beat her up and talk down on her like an asshole.

"Yeah... Carlos is more like a real brother than a step brother... did I tell you what happened?"

She shook her head. Embarrassing as it is for your friend to know that you get spanked, I went ahead and told her the story anyway. All about how I was caught doing stupid stuff and how he made me sit with him while he worked and then spanked me on top of everything else. But the whole time he was there for me... held me while I was scared and crying, talked to me about it rationally... not all brothers would do that. Some would just be like "whatever" and go on with their lives. Not Carlos.

"Well, all I have to say is that you deserved it. What the hell are you doing messing with ecstasy to begin with?"

"Ahh I know... it was stupid and I did deserve it. But I learned my lesson."

"Good."

We arrived at a parking lot in Deep Ellum.

"I'm just going to park here and we can walk to our places. The club is right next to the Tea Room if you need me. Just call my cell, I'll have it on and on vibrate so I can feel it. Be careful, okay? No drugs?"

"No drugs, I promise," I said, getting out of the car.

She walked with me a little while until we found the club. My heart began to thump wildly inside my check. There was a line along the wall of the building, tons of people crowded together, their IDs out, money in their hands. They were all so much older than me... they'd have to know I was three years younger than them!

"Did you bring some cash?"

It took me a minute to realize she was talking to me. "Oh, um, yeah!"

"It'll be fifteen dollars to get in."

I blinked. "How do you know?"

She pointed to the sign.

I smiled.

"Have fun, but not too much! Dance with some hott guys!"

"You know it!" I said, giving her a hug, then stalking off to the end of the line, taking out Sara's ID. I kept repeating her full name to myself, and her birthday. Then, as if I didn't have enough numbers floating around in my brain, I decided to memorize her address as well. By the time I got to the front of the line, I'd memorized almost the entire license. So much that if they asked me, I'd probably mix up the numbers. Oh well, all that time learning was wasted anyway because all the did was glance at the ID, glance at me, then mark two big X's on my hands. YAY!!!

I gave the man my money and headed inside, taking a right turn towards a dance floor. I decided to tour for just a minute. In this room there was a cage that some girls were dancing in with their drinks in their hands, just like something out of the Real World, and then there was a dance floor where tons of people were meshed together rubbing their bodies against each other. Did I mention I have NO rhythm whatsoever?

I pushed passed the crowd of people and found another room that was quieter and playing techno music with a tv showing the dance floor next door. There were couches and stuff in there so I figured that was where everyone made out. Lucky them.

I decided to go back to the dance floor and try my hardest to move my body to the music. At that moment I was so full of adrenaline that I didn't care much about my rhythm. I was so excited to be in the club... illegally! Doing illegal things is always an adrenaline rush. I wouldn't recommend it, though... causes too much trouble!

Anyway, so there I was on the dance floor, shaking my ass and looking absolutely pathetic, and all of a sudden this realllly cute guy comes up to me! We start dancing together, his arms around my stomach and my arms high in the air as I shake my ass closer and closer to his groin area. Sorry! Can't help it.. I'm a female! What else was I supposed to do... just stand there and let him lead? No way! So this went on for a little while then he finally turns me around so we're facing each other. His cologne smelt great! I kept my arms around his neck so maybe some of it would rub off on me and I'd be able to smell him through the night to remember how great looking he was. Of course, thinking about cologne made me think about Carlos and I wondered if he was having a good time then I felt guilty because he thought I was somewhere that I wasn't...

"What's your name?" the guy asked.

"Danielle," I answered, smiling and still dancing with him. "And yours?"

"Robert," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. "You're a great dancer."

I blushed. "Thanks! You are, too!"

"I'm only a good dancer when I've been drinking a lot."

I smiled. Hmm... he was over twenty-one... he could buy liquor..

Noooo, bad Danielle! You should NOT ask anyone to buy alcohol for you! They might feel obligated and then if they got caught they'd end up in jail!

"You're very beautiful."

"Thank you."

We danced a little longer then he disappeared to get some more to drink and promised that we'd see each other again later. Of course, it wasn't long before I found a really hott Latino guy dancing alone. I guess I'm like my mom in the sense that I can't resist Hispanics. I love their accents, I love Spanish, and they're just beautiful. So, I went and danced with him. I think he was sort of surprised.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"Hey."

I introduced myself, and he did the same, then I said, "What country are you from?"

"Guatemala."

"Awesome! My step family is from Mexico. Hablas El Spanisho?"

He laughed at my terrible Spanish then spat something out that I had no idea what it was.

I just said, "Si."

For all I knew he could have been asking me to sleep with him and I'd just agreed, but apparently that wasn't it because he just laughed.

We must have danced for about thirty minutes or so, then he said, "Do you like beer?"

"Of course."

"Would you like me to buy you a drink?"

I was now faced with a dilemma. Should I take it or not? If I were a good little sister, and a good friend, I'd have said no... "Si!"

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bar, but I stayed closer to the dance floor so he could buy the drinks without them seeing me. Minutes later he came back with two Bud Lights. He handed one to me and I was going to chug the damn thing, but it was so gross and I really don't like beer, so ya know... I took sips.

We danced a little longer and I wasn't even halfway finished with my beer when he finished his off. He excused himself to go get another and I sort of stayed on the dance floor shaking my ass and sipping my drink when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I was expecting it to be that hott guy I'd left earlier for the Latino, but was sort of surprised when I turned around.

Okay, so sort of is a bit of an understatement. I was so surprised that I choked on the Bud Light I had been drinking.

"Sorry, but you look a lot like my fifteen year old sister who I know couldn't be here..." Carlos said.

"Yeah, you must be misunderstood."

"Well, maybe I should call her to make sure she's okay.." he said, making sure that I noted the sarcasm in his voice.

I glanced at his friend behind his shoulder. Ohhh how I hated to be embarrassed in front of his cute friends. Damn. "Maybe you should?"

He shook his head and grabbed my elbow, dragging me to where he friend stood. He proceeded to talk to his friend in Spanish, saying something to the effect of having to go but letting him know when he came back to Dallas. Hell, how would I know? I don't speak Spanish.

After babbling to his friend he just kept dragging me, right out of the club and on the streets. He was walking fast as hell and my feet were starting to kill me, not to mention my elbow that he still had a good grip on.

I hated to interrupt him while he was cursing to himself in Spanish, but I had to... "Carlos? Aren't you going to call a cab?"

"Hell no I'm not going to call a cab. The hotel is only two miles away and we're walking. And oh, little girl you better HOPE that I blow off some steam while we're walking because right now I'm VERY upset."

I gulped. Utoh... that didn't sound too great.

I swear, that was the longest two miles I've ever walked. First of all, it was the middle of the night. Secondly, Carlos was dragging me the whole way and we must have passed a dozen good-looking college guys on the way. Thirdly, I was hot and sweaty enough as it was, and all this fast walking was just making it worse! But I couldn't even complain... I was scared to even talk seeing Carlos like that, much less complain. If I'd complained, God only knows what he'd have done... maybe even start spanking me right there in the middle of the street! I can only imagine how many college guys would have been around to see that!

We finally got to the hotel and I was hoping that he'd at least let us sleep off the anger, but no... of course not.

"Danielle Grace!" he yelled in the hotel room, finally letting go of my elbow. "I am NOT happy right now."

"So I noticed," I said... it kind of just fell out... I didn't mean to say it!

He raised his hand to slap me across the face and I turned my head to avoid it, but he took a deep breath and realized what he was doing before he did it.

"Sit." he ordered, pointing to the couch.

I did as told, seeing that I didn't have many other options.

He paced back and forth in front of me, muttering things in Spanish so softly and quickly that I couldn't make out anything he was saying. Finally, he stopped pacing, stooped down to my level, looked into my eyes and said, "Are you crazy?"

I blinked. "I guess so."

"Seriously, Danielle. What goes through your head when you walk into a nightclub with a bunch of older guys wearing that shit. Not to mention that you somehow managed to get a beer and no telling what the asshole who bought it for you could have slipped in it. Not to mention that you are only FIFTEEN YEARS OLD and could have gotten arrested for even being in the damn place. Tell me how the hell you managed to get in!"

"Um... I, er, borrowed someone's ID," I stammered.

"Give it to me," he ordered.

"I... uh... er.."

"Right now, Young Lady," he said, holding out his hand for it.

I nervously dug in my purse and pulled out Sara's ID, handing it to my brother.

"And where is Aneesa?" he asked, standing back up and gazing down at me.

"At that concert."

"And how do you think she feels that you ditched her to go to some club you're too young to go to?"

"I didn't --" I broke off. Maybe I had kinda ditched her. "I mean... I guess I probably hurt her."

"Yeah. You don't go to Dallas that often, but when you do, you choose to go to a damn club instead of hanging out with your friend?"

I looked down at the floor.

"Not to mention you lied to me about where you were going, so if something happened and I didn't know where you were, then what?"

I shrugged.

"And I thought you promised me that you wouldn't do anything stupid?"

I shrugged again.

"That shrugging's not going to cut it, Young Lady. I trusted you to do as you were told, to stay out of trouble, to stay safe, and you blew it. You just lost any chance of me trusting you. All because of some stupid club you wanted to go to so you could pick up guys. You're too young. You can pick up guys that are at least close to your age at concerts or at the mall or ANYWHERE that's safe, but not a damn club."

He began pacing again.

"And to think, I thought that I could go out and have fun for a night and leave my little sister with her friend to do as she pleased... to do *legal* things I might add. Of course I was wrong. Guess next time we'll just have to get up at the crack of dawn and come to Dallas to pick them up, huh?"

If he was trying to make me feel guilty, he was doing a good job.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

I thought for a moment. "You're right and I'm sorry for letting you down when you trusted me."

He shook his head at me. "I know you're smarter than this, Danielle."

I nodded.

"I'm going to give you two choices."

I perked up to hear my options. Hopefully one of them didn't involve the word "spanking."

"Either I can spank you tomorrow morning or when we meet up with our parents, you can tell them what you did."

The obvious choice was letting Carlos spank me. I mean, not because he spanked less hard than my mom (because he didn't), but because I'd already gotten griped at once and realized how stupid what I did was, and didn't need to hear it from both mom and step-dad. Not to mention, my mom would probably have it where both of them spanked me, and it'd always be better having one person spank you than two.

The downside, however, to a spanking from Carlos would be that we *were* in a hotel so everyone on the seventh floor and probably the sixth as well could hear me getting it!

I weighed my options carefully before I said it. "I'd rather you spank me."

"Okay, well, we won't do it tonight... wouldn't want to wake anyone up, huh?"

I shook my head.

"I just want you to know that I love you a lot, hermana, and I don't want to see you getting into trouble. And I am very disappointed in what you did tonight. I honestly thought you knew better than to do that."

"I know," I muttered.

He held out a hand and helped me up then hugged me tightly. I could tell he was having one of those moments, thinking about how bad it'd be if I'd gotten raped or killed or something. You know, like on Lifetime movies. Ah well, at least he cared about me. That's all that really mattered.

I crawled into bed that night with the worst guilty feeling I'd ever had. I think some part of me wished that he'd have gone ahead and spanked me before bed, so then I wouldn't feel so bad. The feeling you get when you let someone down really sucks, and doesn't make it very easy to sleep. The conversation that he'd had with me kept playing through my mind... the hurt in his voice, the look in his eyes. How could I let someone down like that?

Somehow sleep managed to find me, but not long after, Carlos woke me up.

"Rise and shine. Gotta long morning ahead of us," he said.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, rolling over.

"It's seven-thirty in the a.m."

I groaned. "Why are we awake so early?"

"Because we need to take care of some stuff, then have a shower, and still manage to be at the airport about eleven."

That didn't help me get up any better... I still wanted to sleep for the next two hours and then go. "Do we hafta...?"

"No, we don't have to. I gave you your options last night, though.. are you changing your mind?"

"No."

"Then get up."

I rolled back over on my back and stared at the ceiling. Carlos was throwing some clothes in the suitcase, or something... "I'm so sleepy, though.."

"Well, just think... if you'd done as you were told last night, we could still be sleeping right now."

Blah... he didn't want to be up anymore than I did... "I know," I whined, then pushed myself out of bed.

"Let's get this over with," he said, slipping the belt out of his jeans that had been draped across his bed.

"Y-you're not going to use that... are you?" I asked, voice almost pleading.

He glanced at me. "What gives you the idea that I wouldn't?"

"Heh," I said.

He sat down on the couch, bringing the belt with him. Dammit... not that thing again...

"Come here," he ordered.

I waddled towards him, hands behind my back, somewhat covering my bum. I stopped a little far away from the couch, seeing that belt and knowing that it wasn't going to feel too good coming down across my backside. When he realized that I wasn't going to inch up any closer, he grabbed my arm and tugged me towards him, then pulled my pj pants to my knees, leaving me standing there in only a T-shirt and panties.

"Over my lap," he commanded, but I was frozen in that position. He waited patiently for about thirty seconds then said it again, this time more firmly: "Danielle... Over my lap... now."

I tried to take a step forward but my brain must have targeted the wrong body part because instead I started talking. "Carlos... pleaseee don't spank me! I'll be good and I won't do it again and I'm really really really sorry!"

"I gave you the choice and this was it..." he began, still holding that damn belt. "Now, get over my lap or I'm going to pull you over here myself." I took a tiny step forward. At least I was progressing a little. Of course, a little wasn't enough. Carlos raised the belt up high, threatening me with it. It worked. Within seconds I was over his lap. I didn't want more than I was already getting!

He positioned me as well as he could, then tugged my panties to my knees. He didn't waste any time getting down to business. "I will not tolerate you pulling a stunt like you did last night," he said, swatting my bottom with all of his strength the whole time he lectured. "What you did was dangerous and unacceptable. If I ever hear you sneaking into a club again, not only will I literally roast your bottom, but your mother and my father will both know about it and I'm sure they'll do the same, do you hear me?"

"Oooooowwwwwww, yesss!!"

"And you will NEVER lie to me again, Young Lady," he added, giving me extra hard swats.

It wasn't long til he stopped. Unfortuantely, it wasn't over. I knew I still had to endure that damn belt and that wouldn't be a pretty sight!

He suddenly lifted me up and put me over the arm of the sofa. "Keep your hands away, Danielle. This is the only warning I'm going to give you."

I nodded in agreement as I felt my body being shifted down, my head buried into the cushions and my arms underneath it. I squeezed my eyes shut. As I awaited the first blow, my mind was racing on what all I'd done to deserve this and how I'd do it differently next time... and then he slapped the belt down on my tender backside and I let out a shriek and buried my face more into the cushions so it'd be muffled a little.

And he didn't stop there. I'd expected him to give me a little of a break, but he kept up a steady pace of spanking, one right after another, landing them almost right on top of each other. However, he had me pinned down for the most part, so the only movement I could make was kicking my legs and crying at the top of my lungs. I tried to plead with him, but everytime I attempted to let out a work, another blow was delivered to my battered backside. He concentrated mainly on my sitspots and thighs, which didn't surprise me much because he knew that's where it'd hurt the most. It didn't take long before I was broken and a sobbing mess, but he still didn't stop.

"Are you going to think about this next time you decide to roam around downtown Dallas without telling me where you are?"

"Y-yessssss," I gasped between cried of "owwww" and "ahhhhhh!"

"And are you ever going to sneak into a club again?"

"N-noooo sirrrr!!" I wailed.

"Then I assume you're learning your lesson?" he asked, delivering four of the hardest smacks I think I've ever received.

"Y-yessss!!!!"I bawled after the four smacks.

He dropped the belt and helped me up, dragging me to the corner. I wasn't much concerned with walking... between the amount of pain I was in along with the tears and snot, I was a little too preoccupied to think about walking.

He put my nose in the corner. "Stay there until I get out of the shower, then you can have your shower, and then we're going to discuss the situation a little. Be glad I'm not making you write me an essay like last time."

Boy was I glad!! My bottom was aching so much, it would have been terribly hard to concentrate on writing a paper!

Nonetheless, I kept my nose planted into the corner and regained my composure by the time Carlos got back in the room. He excused me to clean myself up and I did just that, taking a glance at my bum in the mirror in the process. Wow... it was redder than I'd ever seen it and I could tell that it was going to bruise a little on the sitspots and thighs. No surprise there... He'd been extra hard on me... but who could really blame him?

After I was all cleaned up and dressed, we sat down (in some very hard chairs might I add!) and talked about how wrong what I did was. I think he knew that I understood everything, but he wanted to make sure that I realized he wasn't just being an asshole when he spanked me. He wanted me to know that he really cared about me. Like I didn't know already... but I guess some kids don't realize it.

The drive to the airport was the longest ride I'd ever taken... at least it felt like it. I vowed to myself that next time I did something so stupid, it wasn't close to a time in which I'd be having to sit down for long periods of time. It seemed kinda weird, but I was getting sort of excited.

"Yay!!! They're coming home!" I said when we got to the airport.

Carlos looked down and smiled. "Yep... does that mean you're going to behave??"

I choked on my laughter. "Yeah, right..."

Story: Molly - Chapter 12

Molly - Chapter 12
by Breanna Carter

After finding out that Molly was serious in her wishes to spank me, I didn't know what to say. She had a point, because no matter how old she was, I really would spank the daylights out of her for using such disrespect towards her mother. It's weird, though, thinking about how this adorable 12 year old thought she should spank me. What could I say?

"Okay," I said. "When we get home, you can spank me."

She blinked, trying not to look too shocked that I'd said that, but it wasn't working. "R-really?"

I nodded.

She nodded back. "And it's going to be a good one, too!" she said matter-of-factly.

I couldn't help but laugh a little. In less than twenty minutes, I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. The cold air hit our faces as we headed towards the building. I inserted the keys, unlocking the door. I followed Molly inside. It was obvious that she was a bit nervous.

"Y-you want me to do it now?"

"Whenever you want, MollyCakes," I told her, taking my jacket off and throwing it over a dining room chair.

She thought for a moment. "I think I should spank you with your belt."

I nodded, taking my belt off and handing it to her. "Would you like me to take my pants down, too?" I asked, teasingly.

"Um, no thanks," she said, blushing furiously. It was pretty adorable seeing her blush like that. Her face was as red as her hair!

She took my upper arm and led me to the end of the couch, helping me over. The whole situation was actually quite amusing, but I didn't want Molly to know that's how I felt, so I kept my mouth shut.

"You shouldn't cuss at your mom, Brian," she scolded, though I have to admit, she wasn't very intimidating.

"I know, MollyCakes."

I heard her lift the belt and then swing, crashing it on my backside. For a twelve year old administering a spanking, I'll have to give her props! I actually felt it! She swung it again, then just started laughing.

"Hahaha... I can't do this, Brian," she said, then helped me up.

"Oh? You can't?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Why not?"

"Because I know that you knew it was wrong to do that and I don't think you really meant to anyway. But believe me, if you do it again, I'll go a lot harder on you!!!"

I smiled and hugged her, ruffling her hair. "You're the sweetest kiddo ever," I said.

"I know it."

I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearing eight. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Anything good."

She flipped on the tv, plopping down in front of it.

"What about pizza?" I asked as I shuffled through the freezer.

"No, not pizza. I said something *good*, Brian."

"You sure are mouthy this evening!" I said, searching through the cabinets. "Spaghetti O's?"

"How 'bout something non-Italian? We just had Olive Garden for lunch!"

"Well, that was your choice, and I'm not cooking anything spectacular."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm lazy. If you want something good, come cook it yourself!"

"Fine," she said, getting up. "Didn't wanna watch tv anyway."

She dug in the freezer for a second, ignoring the fact that I was watching her. To be honest, I was just kidding when I told her to cook for herself.

She took out a package of chicken and sat it in the sink.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking something spectacular," she said, shooting me a glare.

"Molly, it's nearly eight... you don't want anything spectacular this late, do you?"

"Yes, I do," she assured me, then shooed me away. "Now, go watch tv and let me handle the cooking. I'll call you in here when I'm ready."

I blinked. "You don't really wanna cook, do you?" I asked.

"YES... now, go away!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine fine, I'm gone.." I said. "It'll be ready when I get out of the shower?"

"Maybe," she answered, pushing me away.

I took the hint and grabbed some pjs on my way towards the shower. Yeah, it was Friday night and it was only eight, but I wasn't planning on doing anything anyway. I decided to take my time in the shower so I wouldn't walk in during the middle of Molly's recipe and ruin it all. At least she made it seem like by going in there during the middle of it I'd ruin everything.

After about fifteen minutes in the shower, I couldn't say in there any longer, no matter if her food was ready or not. I dried myself off, put on my pjs and opened the door.

"Damn it's hot in there," I told Molly as I entered the living room.

"Almost ready!" she said.

I shrugged, pretending like I was uninterested, even though it was a lie. I was *very* interested in what she was cooking. I wasn't going to let her know that, though.

I halfway watched tv until she started putting stuff on the dining room table. At that time, none of my attention was on the television. She kept glaring at me when I looked towards her, so I just stared out of the corner of my eye.

"Okay, come on," she said.

I almost jumped with joy, but contained myself. Finally I could see what she was cooking!

"What's this?" I asked, sitting down at the table.

"That's *not* what you're supposed to say," she insisted. "You're supposed to say, 'Wow, Molly, this looks great!'"

I giggled. "Wow, Molly, this looks great!" I mocked. "But what is it?"

She sat down next to me, smiling. "It's a Molly original. Try it and see what you think."

I glanced at it. Chicken, corn, green beans, carrots... all stirred into one. Then she'd made some cornbread and mashed potatos. It actually looked really good, especially for a twelve year old!

She piled it up on her plate, taking half of the pan of Molly's special chicken surprise stuff, then half of the mashed potatos and about three pieces of cornbread.

"Hungry?" I asked, taking a small portion for myself.

"No, I'm just braver than you," she said, winking at me.

"I wouldn't call it bravery," I said, taking a bite of the food. "Hey, this is really good!" I said.

"Told you," she answered, mouth full of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth food," I told her, my mouth full.

She giggled, digging in.

Within thirty minutes, we were both stuffed, but she wasn't finished yet. About halfway through our meal she'd put in a chocolate cake, and it was finally ready. The crazy part is that she somehow managed to find *green* icing. Yes, it had already been green...

"Let's call this a celebration meal," she said, cutting the cake.

"Celebration? For what?" I asked.

"Hm.." she thought for a second. "For you and your mom talking again, even if you did go crazy on her, and a good luck meal on your finals next week, so you can hurry up and graduate, and for letting me stay with you for all this time... I promise I'll make it up to you."

I'd stopped eating for a second. "Molly... You know I love having you here... why would you make it up to me?"

"Cause you're giving up so much for me."

"I am?"

"Yes... you could have a girlfriend and you could be going out tonight and partying it up with the guys.. but instead you're here with me."

I blinked. "Molly... I'd rather be here with you, trust me."

"Anyway, and we'll have the cake to Ireland Pride! We gotta take a trip to Ireland one day!"

"Of course we will... when you're sixteen, okay?"

"Sixteen!" she shrieked. "But that's like... far away!"

"By then I'll have the money to take you.."

She smiled. "Fair enough," then put a piece of cake on my plate. "Oh, and this is for Shawn Mullins! Everything's gonna be all right!"

I grinned, staring at my chocolate cake with green icing. Only Molly would think of putting that on a cake...

"Where'd we get this green icing anyway?" I asked her as she put a huge piece on her plate.

She giggled a little. "You don't remember buying it?"

I shook my head, then realized something was up. "Heyy! Where'd you get it?" I was beginning to think that she'd stolen it or something...

"Calm down, Brian!" she said. "I threw it in the buggy once while we were at Walmart. I can't believe you didn't see me..."

I glared at her, but ate the cake anyway.

"Admit that it's good and you're glad I threw it in there!"

I smiled. "Okay, I admit it, but don't do it again!"

She didn't promise anything, just ate her cake and finally took our dishes into the kitchen and began washing. "Hey, hey... go watch tv... I'll do that."

She didn't stop.

"Well at least let me help you," I said, shoving her aside and rinsing off the dishes after she washed em, then drying them off and putting them up. "Thanks for dinner," I said afterwards when we sat on the couch with full stomachs.

"No problem. I owe it to ya."

"Stop talking like that. You don't owe me anything."

"I'm ready for the sleepover tomorrow night!" she said.

"That makes two of us," I teased.

"I'm ready for Christmas, too! After next week are you going to start working more so you can make more money and buy me loads of presents?"

"I dunno about that... Do you really think you've been a good girl this year?"

"Of *course*! I'm always a good girl."

I laughed. "Yeah right!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and we watched tv til she fell asleep right there on the couch, snuggled up next to Bonkers, her cat. It was really an adorable sight... her head on my lap, arm thrown over the cat. I flipped the tv off then carried her to bed, kissing her forehead and tucking her in, then placing the cat next to her. It was her only comfort, the only piece of her father that she had left.

I went back to the living room and lay there for a little while, thinking, like I always did. I wondered why bad things had to happen to kids like Molly... or any kids. Why'd parents leave them? Why'd they have to have it so hard? Molly had the best intentions in her heart. She wanted to make sure everyone else was happy, and she loved everything with all of her heart. There's not a doubt in my mind that she still loved her mother even after what happened with her. But the unhappiness was still there... like it was impossible for her to really be happy. Like she was just putting on a show for everyone.

I rolled over, staring at the blank tv. Would it really make any difference if I did the guardianship thing? I mean, it'd make a difference in a legal sense, but would it with Molly? I'd never be able to replace her dad, but would she at least feel like someone was finally giving her back the love that she offered?

My head started to hurt from all this thinking and I finally dozed off after a while. The worrying that I'd been doing about Molly was getting old, especially when I started dreaming about it. It was something I couldn't help, though. When you care that much about someone and you've taken as many psychology and philosophy classes as me, you tend to think about stuff too much.

"Brian!" I heard.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up! It's getting late and you've gotta go to work soon."

I opened my eyes to see Molly standing in front of me in her pjs. I glanced at the clock. "Molly, it's only ten," I said.

"So? You gotta wake up anyway!"

"Why's that?"

"Cause I'm bored?"

"Entertain yourself," I said.

She poked out her lower lip in a pout.

"Well, how can I help you not be bored?"

"Take me to the mall?"

"What's at the mall?"

"Stores."

"Yeah, I know... but what do you need from the mall?"

"Some new shoes," she said, holding up her green Converse shoes. "These are getting kinda old."

"And with what money do you think we're going to buy these?"

"I don't knowwwww... but let's go somewhere. Maybe we can see a movie?"

I sat up. "Okay, we'll go see a movie," I said. A movie was definitely cheaper than a new pair of shoes. "Go get on the 'net and decide what movie you wanna see and what time it starts and then get ready and we'll head out."

"YAY!" she exclaimed, latching onto me in a hug and scurrying off.

I knew Molly well enough to know that she'd want to see one of those stupid scary movies, but unfortuantely, they were all rated R so we had to settle with a PG13 movie that was a comdey. I think she still enjoyed it, even if it was a little stupid. Since the movie theater was in the mall, I decided we could go looking around anyway, even if I didn't have the sixty dollars to spend on a new pair of shoes.

"I don't want any new ones anyway," she explained, "I just wanted to get out of the house."

After a little while at the mall, we went to the skating rink. It wasn't too busy, just a couple of parties for some little kids. The first thing Molly did when we got there was bug Brad, the DJ, to play some Irish music. I knew that it wouldn't take long for him to be swayed by her pleading blue eyes. I, on the other hand, went to my office to check on the money and stuff, just to hang out away from some kids for a little while. I didn't say long, but when I came out, Flogging Molly was blaring over the loudspeaker. I grinned.

"Hey, Molly... let's go get your stuff from the house and I'll drop you off at Ciara's."

"She was going to meet me here," Molly said, not wanting to get away from a group of her friends.

"And your stuff?"

"We'll get it later. Please?"

I sighed. Softie kicking in again! "Okay, that's fine," I said.

She smiled and went back to hanging out with her friends. I sat up with Brad in the DJ booth for a little while, nothing exciting happening. That wasn't such a bad thing, though... no excitement was great! That meant that nobody was causing trouble.

Ciara and the rest of the sleepover bunch came in after a while. At that time, all of the twelve year olds were hanging out in a group. Kinda funny how it works... because all of Molly's friends were sooo different. But it was good that they could all hang out in a group and get along okay.

About nineish, one of Molly's gang came over to the DJ booth, staring up at us with pleading eyes. "Can you pleaseeeee play KoRn?"

"Play with corn?" Brad teased, acting in all seriousness. "We don't have any corn up here in the booth or we'd probably play with it. I don't like corn so much, do you, Brian?"

"It's okay, so I wouldn't play with it... I'd eat it," I replied.

The girl giggled. "I mean the band!"

"The band?" Brad asked.

"Yeah, there's a band called KoRn!"

"Who would name their band after a vegetable?" he asked, looking at me.

I shrugged.

Brad just laughed. "What KoRn song do you wanna hear, babe?" he asked.

Before she had the chance to answer we heard a big gush of laughter from over at the payphone and noticed the group of twelve year olds over there. They noticed we were looking and Molly just waved and kept giggling.

"What do you think they're up to?" Brad asked me after assuring the girl that he'd put on a good song by the mysterious KoRn band.

"No idea. Probably making prank phone calls."

It wasn't a minute later that we heard sirens outside and glanced at each other wondering what had happened. The nosey person I am, I hopped down from the DJ booth noting that the sirens were getting closer. I wanted to catch them before they passed us to see if I could tell what was going on, but I didn't have to worry. Know why? Because they were coming straight towards us.

Not a second after I made it outside did a firetruck pull into the parking lot.

I blinked. "Can I help you?" I asked, a little confused.

"We just received a 911 call from this location.." the fireman said.

"You did?"

He nodded.

For a second there, I was so angry I thought I wasn't going to be able to contain myself. "I apologize, sir... it must have been one of the kids making a prank call. I assure you that I'll take care of it..."

He seemed to understand and called off the emergency.

Ohh man, I was LIVID... I rushed back into the skating rink and up in the DJ booth then called out the name of every twelve year old I knew that was at the skating rink that night and hanging out in Molly's group. They could tell that I was upset. I finished off with telling them to all meet me by my office. It didn't take that long before they were all standing in a group beside my door. I unlocked it and told them all to follow me.

"Okay, someone tell me why I've called you all in here."

Everyone looked at everyone else, not speaking.

"Today," I urged on, narrowing my eyes at them.

They still didn't answer, so I decided to initiate it. "In case you're not aware, a firetruck just pulled into the parking lot claiming that someone at this address called 911.."

"Oh wow... why'd you call 911?" one of the girls asked.

"*I* didn't call them... one of you did, and I expect someone to tell me before I look at the cameras and find out for myself."

They looked at each other again before a boy raised his hand. "I did it," he said.

"Cole," one of the girls said, I guess not wanting him to fess up.

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

He looked back at his friends and nodded.

"Very well, the rest of you are dismissed."

The crowd dispersed and Cole stood there in front of me.

"What possessed you to do that?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Just wanted to see what would happen."

"And do you realize that's a federal offense?"

"A federal offense?"

"Yeah, you could get thrown in jail for that."

He hung his head. "No, I didn't know."

"Well, no one's going to jail tonight, but I expect we'll have to call your parents.."

He winced. "Do you have to?"

I nodded. "And I don't want to see you back here this weekend, okay?"

His head was still hung, but he nodded at my statement.

"It could be a lot worse, believe me. I'm going easy on you."

"I know," he said.

I picked up the phone asking him to recite his number. The poor boy looked like he felt so bad for just playing an innocent joke, but I had to make him an example to the others or they'd think it was okay for them to do the same. I made small talk with the boy's mother who assured me that she'd pick him up as soon as possible and that nothing like this would happen again. We sat in my office until Brad called over the walkie talkie that someone was here for me. Cole followed me out of my office and I released him to his mother who could not have been more apologetic.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. I've never had any problems out of him before, but I wanted to make sure that the others knew they couldn't get away with something like this."

"I understand. But it won't happen again, will it, Cole?"

"No, ma'am," he said, staring at his toes.

She walked her son out and I went back up to the DJ booth. "He did it?" Brad asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't believe it."

"Why not?"

"Cause he *never* gets in trouble. He comes in here and plays with the hockey team... he's always been a good kid."

I shrugged. "Well, he admitted to it..."

Ciara's mom came to pick up the sleepover kids about thirty minutes before we closed. I told her that Molly didn't have her stuff, but she said that it'd be fine if she borrowed Ciara's pjs to sleep in.. it's not like they'd sleep much anyway. She was a nice woman. Molly waved goodbye to me as she left. Something about her looked different, but maybe she was just sad because of that Cole kid getting kicked out. As far as I knew, he was crazy about her and she liked him, too. Hopefully that's all it was...

Story: Daycare Drama

Misc Story.  Camilla is not into this going to daycare thing.  She's definitely too old.  And she's going to make sure that everyone knows how annoyed she is.  That's okay... they know how to handle her... but not before she can create some interesting drama!

Daycare Drama
by Breanna Carter

"This is stupid," I insisted as my mom drove my younger sister and me to the stupid daycare. "I'm twelve years old! You can't make me go to daycare!"

"I can and I am, so you best get over it, young lady," she replied, not taking her eyes off the road.

I folded my arms and pouted. "I hate you," I muttered.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I told you that you'd be sorry if I caught you doing something you aren't supposed to. And what'd you do? Sneak out of the house to go see that boy... How can I trust you to stay home alone all summer?"

I growled under my breath.

It was the first week of the summer after my sixth grade year and for the next nine weeks, I would be stuck with a bunch of babies getting my every move watched by a few college kids who had nothing better to do with their summer. Believe me, I was livid. And it was all for stupid reason. My mom had left my little sister and I at home alone one night and I left my sister so I could see my boyfriend. What's the big deal? It's not like she stayed home long... But apparently I broke some sort of trust. Whatever.

We pulled into a parking space. I didn't budge, just sat in the backseat, arms folded. My little sister was happy as always, excited to play with her little baby friends, so she was the first out of the car. Then my mother, who opened the backdoor, sighing heavily.

"Camilla, I'm not going to wait all day."

I gave her a look as if saying that I wasn't moving anytime soon.

"If I have to drag you in there kicking and screaming, I will. And if I'm late for work, I will not be happy."

"So? I'm not happy either... guess we'll both have to suffer."

She stared at me for a moment, my eyes filled with rage as I gazed at her. "I'm giving you to the count of three or I'm going to drag you out."

I stayed in my seat.

"One."

No movement.

"Two."

She paused, waiting to see if I was going to get up, but I put forth no effort whatsoever. Can you blame me? I was so mad and embarrassed that she wouldn't let me stay home alone while she was at work.

"Two and a half."

"Oh my god," I shrieked, throwing my hands up in the air and rolling my eyes. "I'm not getting out, so say three already."

Right as I said that, someone came out of the door.

"Hi," he said, extending his hand to my mom. "I'm Brandon."

My mom smiled as she saw him, introducing herself as well as my younger sister, Cindi, and myself.

He greeted my sister then looked towards me, noting that my arms were folded and I was wearing an aggravated expression. "Hey, Camilla... why don't you come on in. There's some other kids your age here."

"Great for them, but I'm not coming in."

"Camilla!" my mom scolded. "Don't talk like that."

I didn't bother answering.

"Come on, Camilla," Brandon coaxed. "Let your mom go to work. You have to come in anyway, so make it easier on yourself."

"I'd rather not, but thanks."

"Why not?"

"Because if Mom's going to be hard on me, I'm going to be hard on her."

By this time, my mom was exasperated and glancing at her watch every two seconds. "Camilla! Will you get out already! I'm going to be late for work."

"I don't care."

"Okay," Brandon said, sick of being nice. "You're getting out of this car right now, either by yourself or with my help. Your choice."

I leaned back against the seat.

"Have it your way," he muttered, then reached inside the car, grabbing my waist.

"Let me GO!" I yelled, holding onto the front seat.

He was a little stronger than I, though, and within seconds, had me pried away from my car. I was throwing a fit, kicking and screaming and trying to free myself from him. He just held me close against him, trying to restrain my hands and feet. He was talking to me, too, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because I was screaming too loudly.

"She's a little upset," my mom was saying after apologizing for my behavior. "She really doesn't want to go here."

As if he didn't notice already.

"A lot of kids don't... I'm sure she'll adjust."

My mom kissed my sister on the forehead and ruffled her hair. "Bye girls... be good."

Brandon still had a good hold on me but I'd stopped fighting by this time. She went back inside the car and sped off, leaving me there to rot in this hell.

I was carried inside and planted firmly on the bench in the office. Cindi was dismissed to find her friends, but Brandon wouldn't allow me to go anywhere. He stooped down to my level, down on one knee, as if proposing.

"I want you to listen to me, Camilla," he began. I turned my head to show him that I didn't care about what he had to say. He took my chin into his hands and moved my face so I was looking at him. "Listen to me good... I know you don't want to be here, and frankly, neither do I. But we have to, so I suggest you suck it up and learn to deal with it because I'm not going to put up with this attitude that you showed your mom, understand?"

I didn't answer.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yeah, whatever."

He let go of my chin and stood up. This was the first time I took a good look at him and realized that he was kinda cute. He couldn't have been older than twenty. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, a white T-shirt and khaki shorts.

After being dismissed, I decided to roam the place. It seemed to be big enough to have it's own zipcode. There had to have been about ninety kids, aging from five to twelve. From the office, I walked into a big room with shelves along the walls that held different kids toys, and legos and stuff, and then along the other wall were computers. There was another room next to it with a tv, and then next to it was the lunch room. And of course, outside there was a big field and a playground. My mom spent good money to send me there, I can tell you that much. Kinda sucks that she spent so much money for some place that I didn't want to go.

I was doing okay for a while. I just played on the computers for about an hour, which was against the rules, but I didn't care much. Nobody said much to me about it, so I just stayed on until this little kid came up and tapped me on the shoulder.

"I'm signed up to play for right now," she said in a bratty tone.

I turned to face an eight year old with her hands on her hips, cocking this attitude. "And?"

"That means you have to get off."

I shrugged and turned back around. "Too bad, cause I'm not getting off."

"You have to," she demanded.

"Oh? Do I?"

"Yes, you do."

"What are you going to do? Taddle on me?"

Instead of taddling, though, she turned the computer screen off right in the middle of my game.

"HEY!" I shrieked, standing up and letting my chair fall over. "What'd you do that for?"

"I told you, it's my time on the computer, not yours." From there, she proceeded to shove me away and try to sit in the chair. I'd be damned if I was going to let that little kid have my spot! Using all of my twelve year old strength, I pushed her HARD, right into the table. She slid to the ground, bawling.

"What is going on!?" I heard a voice ask only to see one of the teachers storming over to us. No, it wasn't Brandon, it was one of the lady teachers (unfortuantely).

"S-she p-pushed-d meee!!" the girl wailed.

"Did you push her?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, she fell," I answered sarcastically.

"Do you need ice, honey?" the lady asked, helping the bratty little eight year old off of the floor.

The girl nodded.

"Go sit on the wall," she told me.

I folded my arms. "No."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "I said, go sit on the wall."

I just stood there, arms still folded.

"I don't have time to deal with this, Young Lady."

"Nor do I."

With that statement she grabbed me by the upper arm and attempted to haul me away from the computers to the wall. I kicked and screamed and shifted my weight towards the floor so she couldn't drag me away. "LET GO OF ME!!"

From causing such a commotion, the entire room was staring in my direction, but it didn't phase me any. I was screaming so loudly, I barely heard the teacher when she asked someone to "go get Mr. Brandon." The only way I noticed that he was there was feeling his strong hands grabbing me under my arms and lifting my kicking body up.

"CAMILLA!" he yelled, so loudly that it startled me and I became motionless. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" I spat, and began kicking again. He grabbed my ankles and restrained my legs against his body, carrying me to the office. He sat down on the bench with me on his lap telling me that he wasn't going to let go until I calmed down and talked to him rationally.

After about five minutes of sitting there, I was exhausted from the fight, and decided to go ahead and let him lecture me for hours about how what I'd done was bad.

"Are you ready to sit here and talk to me?" he asked.

"I guess," I muttered.

He sat me down on the bench next to him and looked me in the eyes. "Now tell me what a twelve year old girl like you is doing throwing a tantrum like a two year old?"

I shrugged.

"Not a good enough answer."

I turned away.

"Answer me, Camilla. What was going on in there?"

"That stupid little kid pushed me off of the computer, so I pushed her back and she cried like a little baby so she got her way."

"So why didn't you try explaining that to Miss Allison instead of acting like a two year old?"

"Because apparently you can't get anyone's attention unless you're crying. I've seen it happen all morning."

"Trust me, Cam.. you can get our attention without doing what you just did. Now, we have two options. We can either discuss this with Megan and you can apologize to Miss Allison, or I can skip that and go ahead and call your mother right now and tell her what you've been up to."

I shrugged.

He didn't give me much of a choice, though, because he practically dragged me out to where Megan, the bratty eight year old, was and had us both apologize to each other, and then shoved me towards Allison and made me apologize to her. THEN, as if that wasn't enough, he told me to sit on the wall like I'd been told to, and he'd let me know when I could get up. I didn't put up a fight this time, not because I was scared, but because I was just sick of fighting. I'd get him back soon enough. I was the most sneaky person at the daycare, and not even Brandon's looks couldn't get him out of being pranked.

*****

As the morning progressed, I didn't do much of anything. Actually, sitting on the wall wasn't so bad, because I got to watch everyone play their computer games and laugh at them when they died. I must've only been there about ten minutes, because Brandon finally let me up with a muttered promise that I would do better next time. I managed to stay out of trouble for about thirty minutes before I got bored with being a good kid and decided to stir up some drama.

"Hey AnneMarie," I said to a friend of Megan.

She looked at me, cocking this little attitude that kinda pissed me off.

"Megan called you fat."

She dropped her mouth as if she were the thinnest person on eart. "I don't believe you!" she whined.

I shrugged. "Suit yourself, but I know if someone called me fat, I sure as hell wouldn't be hanging around them."

She shivered a little hearing me say a "bad word."

"Well, she's just stupid!" AnneMarie said, like that was a bad insult.

I pretended to be engrossed in the house I was building with my Legos so she'd leave me alone. Finally, after about ten minutes of pestering me, she disappeared and I approached Megan. Actually, I sat close to a girl next to Megan that I was sort of friends with and said, "Man, you wouldn't believe what these girls are saying about each other."

"Who?"

"AnneMarie... she said..." I glanced at Megan and then whispered to my friend, "that Megan kissed another girl!"

The girl gasped, then looked at Megan, wide-eyed, then back at me. "Did she really?!?"

I shrugged.

"Did I what?" Megan butted in, that same bitchy attitude.

"Who said we were talking about you?"

Megan rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid."

"Not according to your so-called friend," I replied.

"Whatever."

"Okay, but if someone told me that they'd heard from my best friend that I liked kissing girls, I'd approach them about it.." then I covered my mouth as if I didn't mean to say that.

"She said WHAT?!?" Megan shouted, standing up and banging her fist against the table. "Oooh! I'll show her!"

Yay! Drama!

Megan went up to AnneMarie and started yelling, snapping her fingers in different directions. She was talking so fast I couldn't understand what she was saying. AnneMarie just shot right back at her, yelling other things. It sort of reminded me of a time I was watching Fairly Oddparents where the girls were talking to each other saying "blah blah blah... blah... blah blah!" and it was supposed to be a language or something. This is what it seemed like to me.

In fact, they were so engrossed in fighting with each other, neither of them even thought to bring me into the picture! That is, until the stupid teacher broke up their argument and demanded an explanation. That was when I decided it was time to go watch tv and slipped out unnoticed.

Brandon just happened to be in the tv room when I got in there.

"Great," I muttered to myself, sitting down to watch the Spongebob movie as if I hadn't seen it 5000 times already.

I hadn't been in there five minutes before AnneMarie busted in bawling her eyes out. Then Megan came in and the argument arose before my very eyes... in the room that was supposed to be quiet. Oh, such amusement.

"Girls... carry the argument outside," Brandon ordered.

"She called me fat!"

"She called me a girl-kisser!"

"No I did not!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you DID! Camilla told me! She heard you!"

Brandon looked at me and my smirk faded. "GIRLS!" he shouted, causing everyone in the room to jump. "Enough. Camilla, come here. I better have a good explaination for this."

"I'm not in this."

"Your name was brought up, so you're in it. Over here." When I didn't move, he added, "NOW!"

I crawled over to where he was. "Now, what did you tell these girls?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh! You told me that Megan called me fat!"

"Nu huh! She told ME that you called me stupid and a girl-kisser!"

"I did not! I only said you were stupid because you called me fat!"

"I didn't call you fat!"

All three pairs of eyes were adverted towards me. "Erm... I just remembered that I forgot something in the lost in found!" I shrieked and attempted to leave.

Brandon caught me by the arm. "Sort this out, Young Lady."

"Why?"

He glared at me. "Okay, fine, have it your way. Girls, it's obvious that someone was just trying to get you girls to fight. Megan, she didn't call you stupid, and AnneMarie, she didn't call you fat. Now, if you two can't get along, then separate. Otherwise, I don't want to hear anymore fights, do you understand?"

"Yes," the both answered politely and dismissed themselves from the room.

By this time everyone was watching me instead of Spongebob.

"You are coming with me."

I kept my fingers crossed that he'd call my mom and have me kicked out of the daycare. Pleaseee let me be kicked out! I begged.

After finding someone to watch over the room, he took me to the office. "Why do you take it upon yourself to get into other people's business?" he asked when we arrived.

"The same reason you're taking it upon yourself to get into my business."

"I wouldn't call this 'getting into your business.' I'd call this trying to keep two friends from fighting with each other over something as trivial as you spreading rumors about them. But, I know a quick remedy to spreading rumors," he said, grabbing three sheets of paper and stapling them together. I watched as he wrote my name at the top and then the sentence "I will not spread rumors about anyone at anytime while I'm at daycare."

"I expect three pages full of lines... front and back. You can sit right there at that desk and do them."

I scowled and plopped down, snatching the papers from him. "This is stupid," I muttered to myself.

"Yeah, well, it's stupid that you'd cause such a scene, too."

"Two stupids don't make a smart," I popped off, almost causing myself to laugh.

He shook his head and sat behind the teachers desk, clicking away on the computer. I just sat there.

"The longer you take, the more sheets of paper I'm going to add."

"I don't care. It's not like I want to be at this damn daycare anyway."

He peered over the top of the computer. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You know, Camilla, you're really pushing my buttons."

"And I'll keep doing it."

"Oh, keep on and you'll regret it."

I raised my eyebrows as if taking him up on this challenge.

I must have sat there staring at the floor for about ten minutes before I got so bored I could hardly stand it. I mean, I'd thought it was boring watching Spongebob... but man! This was terrible.

"Ugh, spare me," I said.

He just handed me another sheet of paper and stapled it. "You now have four sheets. I suggest you begin writing."

I racked my mind for what would piss him off the most... enough for him to call my mom. "If I were dying of thirst and the only way to get water would be to write these stupid lines, I'd just die," I said, and not sure if that'd be enough, I shoved the paper and pencil off the desk and folded my arms.

"Fine, suit yourself," he said, grabbing my upper arm and hauling me out of the office, through the room with the computers, and back to the kitchen/office area that I hadn't even known existed. Wow! What kind of stuff I could have done if only I'd known!

He closed the door and locked it, taking me to the office room thingy. There was a desk against the wall, an armless chair behind it.

"Usually, I warn the kids by showing them this before I use it," he said, opening the desk drawer. "But since you seem to be a know-it-all..." he said, then broke off, revealing a paddle.

WHOA!! I hadn't been expecting that!

"Wait... isn't this illegal?"

"Nope... your mom knows that we use paddles here, and she even signed a form agreeing that I could use it on you."

"Well, I say no."

"Too bad," he answered, taking the paddle out and holding it in his right hand, tapping his left with it.

I winced and jumped each time it made a noise.

"Yeah, I think this should do the job."

I shook my head.

"Oh? Not so big and bad now, are we?"

I didn't reply.

"Okay, Camilla... bend over the desk."

I gulped, not moving an inch.

"Okay then... I'm going to give you ten swats as of right now... if I have to count to three, I will add ten more... and I will keep adding ten more until you get over the desk. If I get up to fifty, I'm going to put you over the desk myself and give you another dose after lunch."

I shivered and decided to do as told. Shaking, I walked towards the desk, heart pounding wildly. "Please don't do this," I whispered, deciding my only way out of this was to plea.

"I've given you plenty of chances, Camilla. You've left me with no choice. Bend over, please."

Reluctantly, I placed my palms on the desk, then plopped my head down on it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, I tried to reassure myself. It was worthless, though. I'd checked him out enough to know that he had muscles. I mean, come on, any guy who could carry around a kicking, screaming, twelve year old HAD to have muscles.

He didn't give me much of a warning or anything, just swung as hard as he could (or at least that's what it felt like!). I yelped to no end and began crying instantly.

"Ahhh, I've found the punishment that'll break you," he said, swinging again and landing with a loud SWAT!!! on my burning backside.

"Oooowwwwww.... I'mmm sorrry!!"

"Of course you are," he replied delivering another stinging smack to my poor backside. "And you'll be even more sorry when I'm finished, right?" he asked, not intending for me to answer as he twacked my bottom again.

By this time, my pride was lost and I was bawling like a baby, pleading to no end but for some reason keeping my palms flat on the desk for fear of more swats. This hurt soooo badly! Nothing like I'd imagined... nothing like I'd wanted! The only reason I'd caused all that drama was so I wouldn't be bored and maybe I'd get kicked out of daycare... but seemed like Brandon was determined to teach me a lesson instead.

He gave me a few more swats, then landed the last one harder than the rest put together and there I was... a broken, sobbing mass. The tears were falling so quickly that I was afraid I'd make a puddle on the desk. I don't think I've ever cried so much. My bottom was throbbing like crazy. I couldn't even move.

He let me stay like that for a few minutes before finally picking me up and giving me a hug. "I don't like having to do this, Camilla, but believe me, I won't hesitate to do it again, do you understand?"

"Yes," I blubbered through muffled sobs.

"Good." He put the paddle back in the desk and helped me back through the computer room where everyone stared at me bawling like a baby, then brought me to the other office. "Now, pick up that pencil and paper and begin writing lines. I don't think your poor bottom would like two trips to the office in one day."

I sniffled and picked the paper up off the floor, along with the pencil, rubbing my backside in the process. I winced as I sat down, then began writing, stopping every so often to sniffle. By the time I finished with the first page, I was already plotting a prank to pull against Brandon...

Story: A Bit of Jealousy

Part of the Terrence/Brianna & Ashton/Ana series.  Bri's frustrated with all this "love" nonsense.  She feels like she's lost everyone because of it, and it's making her quite cranky.  She takes it a little further than she should've.  But her second older brother (Ashton) never fails -- he's there to keep her head on straight, even if he has to smack it into her.

A Bit of Jealousy

by Breanna Carter

Story: The Winter Ball, Part I

Part of the Just Shannon series.  Shannon's overdue library fine prohibits her from attending the Winter Ball without both Matt and the librarian's signature giving her permission.  Desperate times call for desperate measures, and the librarian isn't planning on signing it anytime soon, so Shannon forges it herself.  Will she get caught?  I think you know the answer.

The Winter Ball, Part I
by Breanna Carter

I held the note in my shaking hands as I rode in the passenger's seat next to Erik on our ride home. "Shit, I can't believe this," I muttered, reading it for the seven hundreth time.

"Well, it's your fault that you didn't turn in the damn library books," Erik replied.

I glared at him. "Still, there's no fucking way that lady is going to sign this, nor will Matt. I'm so not going to be able to go to the winter ball!" I exclaimed.

Allow me to elaborate: the fall semester was ending and all library books were due in for the winter break. I didn't fail to turn mine in, the problem was that I'd waited so long that I owed over $100 in late fees. I'd been called to the office where the assistant principal of discipline gave me a note that said I wouldn't be able to attend the winter ball unless both the librarian and my brother signed it. I'd already taken it to the librarian and she didn't even allow me to explain. I just had to go to that dance! Erik had asked me and it'd be our first chance to actually dress up all pretty and go out together, like a real date!

"I'm sure you'll be able to go. I'll buy our tickets tomorrow," Erik told me, giving me a reassuring pat on the head.

However, nothing we tried actually worked. The ticket-sellers knew my name and Erik's. I asked the librarian again and she still refused. You can see why I did what I did...

I didn't tell Erik... if there's something he doesn't like, it's dishonesty. Actually, it was Lisa who gave me the idea.

"Just forge it," she said one bland afternoon as we sat in Matt's apartment while he was at his night class. "It's not like they'll ever know, or that they'll care..."

Hmm... I let the thought sink in for a minute. "You have a point," I admitted. "But what would happen if I got caught?"

"Worry about that later, Shannon. Do you wanna go to the dance or not?"

That did it. I took out the note as well as another note that her signature was already on and scribbled her name down messily. I also decided to go ahead and add Matt's name as well, though I'd eventually have to tell him about the fine I owed. I'd rather live to make it through the dance first, though.

"She signed it?" Erik asked happily the day before the dance.

I smiled. "Sure did! I promised her that I'd pay the fine as soon as possible if she just signed it. She could tell I was getting desperate."

"Very awesome!" Erik exclaimed as he walked me to the table where they were selling tickets.

The senior behind the desk almost refused us again until I held up the note. He gave a surprised smile and handed us a ticket, writing our name down. Lisa is a genius!!

So we went to the dance on the next night and it was AWESOME! I'd never had so much fun in my life. I just hung out with Erik and some of our friends from school, we ate a nice dinner then half-ass danced, though neither of us really wanted to. By the end of the night I was exhausted and my feet were killing me cause I'd been wearing very very high heels. Things were going so well I didn't think anything could go wrong...

Until Monday morning when I was called to the office during first period and saw the librarian and my brother sitting down in the office.

I almost walked right back out the door. "Shannon, how nice to see you," the vice principal said. "Come on in."

I gulped. "Y-yes? Is there a problem?" I asked.

"I don't know, you tell me," he said, pretending to be as clueless as I.

I shrugged, glancing at my older brother who stood there, arms folded.

"Do you remember getting this note?" Mr. Jarrow asked me.

"Um, no," I stammered, hoping that lying would get me out of this. I should have known that it wouldn't.

"Shannon Kate, you're better off telling the truth," Matt warned.

I gulped again. "Well, er, I might remember the note..."

"Well, Miss Waters seems to remember you having it," Mr. Jarrow concluded. "She says you've been bringing it to her all week and she has refused to sign it."

"But the week just started."

I felt three sets of eyes glaring at me. He didn't answer my smartass comment, but instead continued on. "What I don't understand is that, if she refused to sign it, how come it's signed?" he asked, pointing to the badly forged signature.

"I guess she forgot that she signed it?"

Nobody spoke, just gave me this look of death. Damn. How come this always happened to me.

"Any day now, Shannon," Matt urged.

"Any day now, what?" I asked, trying to play innocent.

"Any day now you can start telling the truth," Mr. Jarrow said, sitting down.

"What's there to tell?"

"Well, Miss Waters says she didn't sign this form, and somehow it's signed."

"She might have been highly intoxicated when she signed it. Obviously she doesn't remember. How else would it have gotten signed?"

"I don't know, Shannon. You tell me."

I shrugged, folding my arms.

"Shannon, I am giving you one minute to spit out the truth, or I'll get to the bottom of this, right here in this office," Matt said.

I gulped again. Matt was giving me that look that made my stomach churn and the other two were studying me fiercely. I didn't doubt that Matt would spank me right there in that office in front of everyone. The longer I waited the more I realized that he was ready to pull me over his lap and get the confession out of me. That's why I admitted it, fifteen seconds before my minute was up.

"I really wanted to go to the winter ball and I decided that the only way I'd get to go would be to forge the signatures."

"And the reason you didn't listen to me was...?" the librarian said.

"I didn't listen to you?"

"Obviously not. I said I'd sign it once I got the money for the books. Wouldn't it have been much easier just to get the money and then ask me to sign it?"

"No, 'cause then I still wouldn't have been able to go!"

"But at least you'd be able to sit tomorrow," Matt scolded, giving me that evil look.

I knew I deserved to be embarrassed like that.. you know, with all the trouble I'd caused and the lying and stuff. But, geeze, my face must have turned at least 19 different shades of red and I was fuming with anger from him telling me that.

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered, slumping in my seat.

Mr. Jarrow shook his head. "Well, Shannon, as you know, forgery is grounds for suspension."

"Nope, didn't know that," I said, emotionless.

"You should have, it was in the handbook," Matt replied.

"I'm never bored enough to read the handbook," I said back in a smartassy tone.

He gave me the look of death.

Mr. Jarrow, wanting to break up our confrontation, finally spoke. "As the handbook states, any student found guilty of forgery shall be suspended for no less than three days. I find three days of suspension to be an appropriate punishment, since it seems that your brother will be punishing you as well."

"Oh yeah," Matt answered, still staring at me.

"In that case, I will see you Friday."

"Whatever," I murmured, rising from my seat and heading out the door.

Matt was furious as could be when we got outside.

"Shannon Kate!" he yelled. "You have no right to disrespect adults the way you just have. Young Lady, I am NOT impressed with your behavior."

"Who cares?" I said under my breath, but he heard and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"This better stop," he said, pointing at me. "All of this attitude, Shannon. That's something I can't put up with. You know how I feel about that and you know how I feel about lying. It's all going to stop, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I muttered, not brave enough to make another smartass comment.

He shook his head at me then walked off.

By this time, I'd lost the attitude and my body was quivering with fear. I guess I hadn't exactly realized what the hell was going through my head when I was being all smartassy and stuff. I mean, I'd always been the type of girl to think stuff, and say half of it... but this time I was saying everything that I was thinking. What the hell was wrong with me?

There was a bitter silence in the car as we drove back home. The ride seemed endless, but not endless enough. I didn't like the silence piercing me in the way it did, but I'd rather have sat in that car than facing my impending punishment.

I followed Matt inside and sat down on the sofa (that's what he was pointing to).

"I can't believe you, Young Lady," he started. I tried to keep my exasperated sigh soft enough to where he couldn't hear me. "Not only did you forge signatures, but you acted like what you did was absolutely nothing and lied to me with your smartass comments. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing. What I did was completely and utterly stupid. I guess I didn't realize that at the time... But Matt, I really wanted to go to that dance and I knew that if I'd have given you the slip to sign you wouldn't have let me go. It was the first time that Erik and I were actually dressing up and going somewhere as a couple. Don't you remember high school?"

His face softened a little. "Yeah, kid sis, I do remember high school. And I remember my first dance with the girl I liked. It really wasn't that long ago, ya know?"

I nodded. "Sometimes it's just hard to believe, though, because you can be really strict on me."

"The thing is, I remember high school enough to know the kind of trouble you can get into, and I don't mean trouble with me. I remember going to parties and having friends be arrested, hurt, and pregnant. If it were mom and dad, they wouldn't know as much of what's going on, so they would probably be more lenient. I just worry about you. I don't want something bad to end up happening to you."

"But I can't end up arrested, hurt, or pregnant for signing your signature to a note."

"Sure you can. You can end up arrested. And besides, it could also mess up your chances of getting into colleges. How's this suspension going to look when you apply to college?"

That statement hit me in the pit of my stomach. "I guess you're right. I didn't really think about that much when I was signing it. I just really wanted to go to that dance."

"And ya know, I probably would have still let you go, just made you earn the $100 I'm going to have to pay in library fines, which, for the record, you're still going to have to earn."

I pouted at that statement.

"And now you're in a bigger mess than you were to begin with. I wouldn't have had to spank you if you'd just given me the note."

I winced. "You still don't have to spank me?"

"Ohhh yeah, believe me, I do. I can't let you get away with deceit, forgery, and attitude. What kind of brother would I be then?"

"A nice one?"

He smiled. "Nice try. Not getting out of this." He sat down. "Pants and panties down, Shannon Kate, and not a word of argument or I'll start out with my belt and no warm up."

I decided that it'd be better to comply for once and I stood up, slowly unbuttoning my pants and slipping them down, then taking down my panties as well, still shaking with fear. He helped me over his lap, positioning me in the right place so he could light my bum on fire (or at least make it feel like he had).

"I am very disappointed in you, Young Lady," he began, slapping my bottom in the middle and HARD as hell, causing me to squeal like a little mouse. "This behavior is going to stop. I won't tolerate it, do you understand me?"

"Ooooowwwwwww, yesss sirrr!!" I howled, wishing that he would ease up a little on the spanking. This didn't feel like the warm up... and that scared me. If this was the warm up then that meant....

"And if you ever, EVER, lie to me again, Shannon Kate, I will scrub your mouth out with soap and spank you until your bottom is black and blue and you can't sit for weeks, got it?"

"Y-yessss!!!"

He spanked me twice as fast as he had been spanking, ignoring my kicks and pleas, concentrating on my sitspots and thighs and not letting up to save my life. I felt like he'd been spanking me for hours, but it probably had only been minutes, and he let me up, marching me to the corner.

"You stay right there and don't so much as move an inch," he ordered and shivering, I nodded to let him know that I wouldn't.

I must've stood there with my knees shaking for at least twenty minutes, because by the time he allowed me to move, my sobs had died down some and I wasn't shivering as much.

"Come here," he said and I turned to see him sitting on the couch.

As I saw what was in his hand, I began to sob again. "Noooooo, please noooo," I begged.

He held up a cutting board that would make a really good paddle... It was the kind that was wide and sort of long, with a handle at the end. It was supposed to be used for cutting onions, not burning my backside!

"Now you see what happens when you're dishonest?"

I nodded, still crying and covering my bottom.

He just pulled me towards him and threw me over his lap, pulling my hands away from my bum and twacking me with the damn cutting board so hard that I moved my hand back to cover again and yelped in pain.

"Move your hands," he ordered, not giving me much of a choice as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down.

Keeping a steady grip on my squirming body, he twacked it down again and I howled again, trying to wiggle free from the pain but not succeeding.

"O-oowww! It hurtsss!!" I gasped, as he smacked it down again and again, finding a definite rhythm and not giving two shits that I was in pain. I guess that was the point in this punishment... duh.

"Why am I spanking you?" he asked, as if he didn't know already!

"B-because I... ooowwww!!!... l-lied to you a-and ACH! forged that oooowww signature!!! And I had an attitude!"

"That's right, Shannon Kate. And what's going to happen if you ever lie to me again?"

"Y-you're going to s-spank OW me til I'm b-black and b-blue," I murmured, blushing and kicking crazily.

He didn't stop spanking me after asking me those damn embarrassing questions. I really thought I was dying and wondered what a "black and blue" spanking would feel like if this wasn't considered one of them. Obviously it wouldn't feel very good, so there'd be no chance in hell that I'd be lying to Matt again, ever!

After my hell of a spanking, he finally let me up and sent me to my room to think about what I did, reminding me that he loved me and all that sappy stuff that no one really wants to hear about. I don't think I actually thought about what I'd done, just the pain that had been inflicted and promised myself that it wouldn't happen again. Not with that damn cutting board. That hurt like a bitch.

Finally, Matt came into my room and hugged me, making sure I was okay and telling me to get some rest, cause the next few days I'd be learning what a maid's job was. In other words, I'd get to do bitch work while Matt was at class and I was suspended.

I'd decided to rest as Matt had ordered, but couldn't really get any sleep, especially when my phone made that familiar noise telling me that I had a message.

heard u got suspended?

Yikes... now Erik was going to be mad at me, too, since I'd lied to him about lying to people. Geeze! How'd I get into so much trouble from lying!!

yah

what happened?

long story

Then the phone rang. Dammit! Why'd he have to want to know the story!

"Hello?"

"Hey Shannon," Erik said on the other line, sounding slightly aggitated.

"Hey Erik..." I answered, wincing as I rolled over on my back, then deciding to lie on my tummy instead. "What's up?"

"Waiting to hear your long story."

"Oh... that. Well, ya know... it's not really that important." I could tell by the tone in his voice, though, that he already had an idea of what had happened.

"Well, I'd like to hear anyway," he replied.

"Hm... well, I kinda forged something, but it's really not that important. So how was school today?" I said quickly, hoping that he'd forget about the whole thing.

"You forged that letter, huh? The one so you could go to the dance?"

I bit my lower lip, ashamed of myself. "Yeah."

"And lied to me about it... you know how I feel about dishonesty, Shannon."

"I know, and I apologize... sincerely."

"I guess you got in trouble, huh? Grounded or something?"

I shrugged as if he could see me. "Something like that."

"Obviously Matt wasn't too hard on you, seeing as you're on the phone..."

"Hey!" I said, taking offense. "He was a lot harder on me than you think!"

"Oh? I doubt it. I think that you really just need a good spanking..."

Oh my gosh, I almost died when he said that. "N-no... I don't.." I insisted.

"Yeah, ya do. AND I think I should give you one for lying to me like that. That's not cool... not at all."

I gulped. "I know," I answered.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow or something."

"Okay. I really am sorry for lying to you.."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be.." And with that, he hung up the phone.

Story: The Brat Takes After Her Sis

Part of The Brat mini series.  Now it's Aubrey's turn.

The Brat Takes After Her Sis
by Breanna Carter

"I have a surprise for you," Josh said as we ambled back into the living room.

I gave him a questioning look. "What's that?"

He handed me his keys. "Look in the backseat inside my backpack. You should find it okay."

I smiled slightly, unsure of what it could be. If it was a surprise, though, it had to be good!

I scooped the keys from his hands and skipped outside, opening the back door and digging for his backpack. He could complain about my car being a mess all, but his was just as bad! I finally found the backpack and searched through it. My heart sank as I found the surprise: A small paddle with about six holes drilled through it. Some surprise.

Walking back in the house with his backpack, I said, "I didn't find any surprises in here..."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't play that innocent act with me, Young Lady," he said in a stern voice that made my stomach do flips. "Unless you want more than I'm already giving you.."

"But Josh... Serenity is here..."

"I don't care... you saw her get spanked... I think it's only fair that..."

"Noooo!! She can't see me get spanked!!" I wailed.

He just laughed. "I'm just kidding. But you're getting spanked anyway. You need to learn how to have a better handle on your sister and to NOT call me at work unless it's an emergency!"

"But, Josh.." I stammered, trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't know..."

"Like hell you didn't know. I've told you countless times not to call at work unless it's an emergency. And if you didn't realize that what happened with Serenity wasn't an emergency... well, then, I'd like to know what you wouldn't consider an emergency."

I gulped.

He took the backpack from my hands, then revealed the paddle. It had been a board at some point. The creator probably had no idea what purpose the board would serve -- unless he was some sicko freak (like Josh and me), and made it specifically for that reason. Guess we'll never know.

"All right, Aubrey, jeans and panties down."

"Josh," I pleaded, giving it one last shot, though I knew it wouldn't work. He was persistant. "I didn't mean to." What a great attempt.

"I understand. You're still getting spanked. Pants down, and don't make me ask you again."

I gulped and fiddled with the button on my jeans, finally unbuttoning it (as he gave me a warning glare) and pulling them down to my knees. I looked back up at him again and he pointed downwards. That meant to pull the panties down, too. Now, as you can imagine, around Josh, I shouldn't really worry about the things he sees. But there's always something demeaning about a barebottom spanking, especially when you're forced to take down all clothes with him standing right there watching! Reluctantly, I tugged them down to meet my jeans and stood there, digging my toes into the carpet.

Josh sat down on the couch and grabbed my wrists, so I wouldn't be able to block anything. In other words, so I'd be as embarrassed as possible. I couldn't help but think that my younger sister was in the other room, probably spying on me and plotting to tell everyone what was happening. And if she wasn't already spying on me, the chances of her coming in were pretty high.

"Why am I spanking you, Aubrey?" he asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Because I called you at work when it wasn't an emergency."

"And?"

"Um, because I'm doing a bad job at handling my younger sister."

"And how are you going to fix that?"

"I'm going to start disciplining her more efficiently."

"And how are you going to learn how to do that?"

I hid a smirk. "I'm going to be spanked properly to help me learn how to do it myself."

"Very good," he answered, tugging at my wrists and letting me fall over his lap. "I expect to make quite an impression on you, dear, as I did your sister. The poor girl won't be sitting for a while and you won't either. However, since she is younger than you, you'll get it a lot worse..."

I shivered, hands in front of me and my face lying on my arms, trying not to think about what was happening.

He rested a hand on my bum, brushing it tenderly against my bare flesh. He teased me for a minute, lifting it up and placing it back down, before actually giving me the first smack. I wasn't expecting it. If Serenity hadn't been home, I would have yelped as loudly as possible, but instead, I covered my mouth, screaming into it.

"Ooowwwwww!! Joshhhh!" came my muffled whine.

"Don't 'oww Josh' me," he answered, delivering a few more. At this point I kind of felt sorry for Serenity because Josh is a strong guy and he wasn't showing mercy! Of course, then I remembered what a brat she was and that *she* was the entire reason I was getting spanked in the first place, so that made me wish that SHE was getting this spanking! Of course, all of this was in the front of my mind. In the back, I was actually enjoying myself.

"Ahhhhh!!!! It hurts!!" I pleaded, kicking slightly and keeping my mouth covered so I wouldn't scream.

"Good, it better hurt. This is what a real spanking feels like, Aubrey," he stated, whacking my sitspots with all of his might, sending my legs kicking like crazy. "What you gave Serenity was nothing, was it?"

"Nooooo," I answered.

He was only spanking me with his hand at this point, but it was already smarting like crazy. I couldn't even imagine what it'd feel like if he were using that damn paddle! But soon enough, I found out.

I felt about eight smacks delivered to my thighs and then the hand rested lightly on my bottom again. "Aubrey, do you know what this is?" he asked and slapped something down on my bottom.

I would have shrieked bloody hell if my mouth hadn't been covered. And he wasn't even hitting with all of his strength yet!! "Yess, sir!" I answered.

"Oh?" he asked, slapping it down again. "And what is it?"

"A-a p-paddle!" I stammered.

He whacked it down again. "That's right, young lady. And who is this paddle necessary for?"

"Naughty little girls like me," I answered, feeling another hearty smack.

I began crying simply because it hurt sooo badly and I just wanted him to stop, but had no idea how to make him. He didn't stop, though. My crying didn't affect him in the least. He just spanked me harder, twacking that damn thing down again and again.

"Pleaseeee," I begged, tears spilling from my eyes as I kicked furiously. "Pleaseeee, Josh, no more!!"

"If you ever call me again for something trivial," he began, not letting up with the heavy spanking, "I will use this paddle at full force and spank you til your bottom blisters, do you hear me?"

I nodded promising him through tears that I understood.

He finished up with my thighs and then sat the paddle down. Josh lifted me up and helped me to the corner, ordering me to stay there until further notice. Somewhere through my tears, I heard him walk away and heard a bedroom door shut. Then I heard him yelling at Serenity. I cried harder. My unruly sister hadn't learned her lesson, but I had!!

In the corner, I tried to lessen my crying so I could hear what was going on...

"... the computer, AGAIN?!? Did I not spank hard enough??"

"No no no, you spanked really really hard!"

"Oh? But it wasn't hard enough, I guess, since you're still disobeying, after all this time."

"Nooooo!!! Josh, don't use that on me!"

"I wouldn't have to if you'd have done as you were told."

She started crying crazily and screaming, obviously trying to escape from him.

"Serenity, you're making this harder on yourself. Now stop all this fighting and get over my lap!"

I don't know if she did it or not, but the next thing I heard was the sound of smacking and lots of loud crying. If I could hear all of this, Serenity *definitely* had heard what was going on with me! I shivered at the thought of that, listening to the spanking, trying not to get myself all riled up.

It lasted for an eternity, but maybe this time she was actually broken. She sobbed as loud as she could, screaming that she was sorry. I took slight pity for her feeling the sting in my own backside. That paddle was bloody murder on a naughty bum. But she deserved it!

Josh walked back in. "Your sis won't be able to sit down for a week," he told me, as if I couldn't have figured that out on my own. "Come here, babygirl," he told me and I turned around, seeing him sitting there on the couch, arms wide open with a smile on his face. "I love you," he told me as I sat down in his lap, feeling the sting once more, but not worrying about it. He hugged me tightly.

I pressed my head against his chest. "That was fun," I whispered, because Josh is the only one who knows about my spanking fascination.

"What was?"

I blushed. "When you spanked me. It was fun."

He chuckled slightly. "Yep, it was."