Part of the Jessica/Katelyn Series. Katelyn gets quite intoxicated and sick, worrying her older brothers. They both teach her a lesson this time.
Drinking Young
by Mackenzie
I wasn’t a bad kid, really I wasn’t. I did well in school and I was on the honors roll every quarter. I was on the academic team and I played violin (and not too badly either). I mean, when Robert talked to me sometimes while he was disappointed in or angry with Jessica, he told me he was so happy I was such a good kid. He told me I was easy. It’s not like he didn’t think that Jessica was a good kid. It’s not that he didn’t love her. It’s just that he was disappointed in her quite frequently. But anyways, I guess he was wrong on the whole me being a good kid thing. Because even with all those good things, I sure as hell make stupid and occasionally dangerous mistakes.
So it was April 6th; Robert and Daniel were celebrating their 2 year anniversary with a night out together, going to a fancy restaurant that must have cost an arm and a leg and then later to an ice cream place and maybe a late showing at a movie theater then back here. So, where did that leave me and Jessica? At home alone to reek as much havoc as possible. Okay, so maybe that never really went through my head but the point is I made some dumb decisions that night whereas the supposedly “bad” child was very good that night.
I never thought of myself as one of those people who would make such a stupid mistake. I never saw myself being a big partier and really, I guess what I did didn’t exactly qualify me as a partier, because I was really just out of it that night. And by out of it, I mean that emotionally and physically I was drained. It felt like even after all these months of keeping it together, I was falling apart and the pieces of me would never be put back together again. I guess I did what I did because I felt so alone, even though I knew I wasn’t. And contrary to what Robert thinks, I was never emotionally stable. I just cover it up well and try my hardest to get beyond my emotions. I don’t like being controlled by something like that. It pisses me off when I let my emotions get the best of me.
But that night, that night I didn’t care. All I wanted was to taste alcohol. Maybe it would take away my troubles. This was something I really believed was possible, however false the belief may have been. I just wanted to forget about mom and dad and everything that had happened since they died.
And that’s where I made the mistake.
I remember walking down the stairs to say bye to Robert and Daniel and watching them put on their jackets, a smile on my face but pain in my mind and heart. That day wasn’t a good day.
“Be good, Katelyn.” Robert said and then to Jessica, “The same goes for you too.”
“We will.” Jessica and I said in synchronization. We had that twin thing down pat.
“There’s dinner in the refrigerator. “ Daniel told us. “Chicken and some rice. Make sure you eat.” He said that to both of us but I think it was more directed towards me as I had issues with eating sometimes. I wasn’t really anorexic, but I wasn’t a big fan of eating either which usually led to health problems. And Robert and Daniel had both already sat me down and spoken to me about it.
“I will, Daniel. Geeze, you guys worry too much” I said in a voice with a bit of attitude in it.
“With reason,” Robert replied.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Jessica told him. “Whatever. Just go enjoy your anniversary.”
“Okay… you girls have a good night.” he said as he gave each of us a hug. “I love you both.”
“Love you too,” I said in reply to his statement. Jessica just sort of mumbled the same thing without really saying it.
Then Daniel gave us a hug and said “I love you, girls.”
And that’s when Jessica was actually louder than me in her response. She always was closer to Daniel than Robert, ever since she met him. I mean, I knew why. It wasn’t a surprise. I just wish things were different between the two of them. I wish she would have with Robert what I have with him. But then again, I don’t have with Daniel what she has with him, so I guess it’s a trade off.
“Okay, bye girls.” Robert and Daniel said in unison. I guess after knowing each other for so long they had that down pat too.
After that, they shut the door behind them and we were free to do whatever we wanted. I looked at Jessica for a moment before heading to the kitchen and rummaging through the refrigerator for something, anything alcoholic; wine, beer, it didn’t matter. I just wanted something to drown these feelings of anxiety and pain and depression inside of me away. Maybe alcohol would do the trick. I kept telling myself that same thing all night.
“Katelyn,” Jessica called after me as she turned the corner into the kitchen. “What are you doing…?”
“I’m getting something to drink. What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked as I took out a bottle of wine and a glass from the cupboard.
“It looks exactly like that except that you’re drinking something you’re not supposed to,” she said.
“Who the fuck cares? It’s not like it fucking matters anyway. Robert and Daniel won’t find out.”
“Oh believe me, Katelyn. They will. They most definitely will.”
“Oh well, I’m willing to risk it.”
“I wouldn’t if I were you. And it’s dangerous anyway.”
“I don’t care. I just want to forget things for a little while.” I told her as I poured myself a glass and took a couple of gulps. It actually didn’t taste that bad.
“Katelyn,” Jessica began in a warning tone as she came towards me and put her hand on top of mine before I was about to pour myself a second glass. “No. You can’t have this. You shouldn’t have this.”
“I don’t fucking care, Jess. Leave me the hell alone!” I screamed, pushing her away
She looked at me, shocked. “Katelyn, you’re going to regret this. If it gets too out of hand I’m calling Daniel and Robert.”
“Whatever.” I told her. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care”
She just walked off and into the living room to watch t.v. Hell, I knew she was worried about me and had my best interests in mind but I really didn’t care at the time.
I drank glass after glass and an hour went by, then two hours, then three… as I downed glass after glass of wine. I drank slowly but I still had drunk a lot that night. By the second glass, I don’t remember anything about how much I drank. I just remember feeling incredibly sick and running to the bathroom to throw up. That’s when Jessica came in.
“Kate?” she called in a questioning voice. “Kate, are you ok?” she said as she turned a corner. “Oh my God. Katelyn…” she paused. “I’m calling Robert and Daniel right now.”
“No, no, no… Jess, don’t do that. I’m fi—“ I broke off on the word fine, throwing up in the toilet.
“No you’re not, Katelyn. I’m calling them and that’s final.”
She walked back into the kitchen and picked up the phone and dialed the number. It wasn’t long before someone answered the phone on the other end.
“Daniel?” she paused. “Yeah, it’s Jess. Look, we need for you to come home right now.” Some murmuring on the other end. “Katelyn isn’t doing well. She’s throwing up and she’s… well, just please come home. She’s really sick. I just need you to come home. I don’t know what to do.” A pause. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few. Thanks, Daniel…. Bye.”
She hung up the phone and set it down on the sink counter and then sat down next to me and held my hair back. She pulled my hair back as I threw up and put it in a ponytail with the tie on her wrist. I started crying, “Jess, it hurts...” I whined.
“I know, Kate, I know.” she said, rubbing my back. “Robert and Daniel will be here soon. I promise.”
I nodded, crying as I leaned my head down on the side of the toilet. I was miserable. Drinking was the worst idea ever. It didn’t solve anything. Somewhere in the middle of my thoughts I was interrupted by a door opening and footsteps.
“Katelyn, Jessica!” a voice called. “Where are you?”
“We’re in here!” Jessica called back. “We’re in the bathroom.”
I heard some more footsteps, getting louder and louder until they reached the bathroom we were in. I looked up pitifully at Robert and Daniel, whose mouths were both dropped. I must have looked horrible.
“What happened, Jessica?” Daniel asked, while I could tell that Robert was still shocked.
“She drank.”
“She drank as in like actually drank? Like alcohol or something?” he asked, appalled.
Jessica nodded solemnly, “Yes,” she whispered.
Robert moved towards me and kneeled down next to me. “Sweetie, are you ok?” he asked me, apparently deciding that being kind to me right now was the best way to go.
I only groaned then threw up again. I knew that Robert had one of those shocked looks on his faces. He probably couldn’t get over the fact that I had drank. Me, Katelyn Rose Parker, the supposedly good one, drinking? How could that be possible? Well, it was very possible as I can attest to.
“Jessica,” Daniel began. “Go upstairs. I’ll be up in a second to talk to you.”
She nodded and headed upstairs to our bedroom as I threw up again. Daniel sighed and sat down next to me, rubbing my back. Robert was still looking at me with concerned eyes. “I know she’ll probably be fine,” he said. “If she didn’t have too much. But I don’t know how much she had so I can’t determine whether she has alcohol poisoning or not,” he sighed. “This was not what I wanted to come home to.”
“I know, hon.” Daniel said.
“I think she’s going to be okay. But that doesn’t make me any less worried,” he said. “She’s my sister. Of course I’m worried.”
“I know you are. I am too.” Daniel paused. “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs and talk to Jessica about what happened. You should stay here with Katelyn.”
“I was planning on it.” Robert replied and then muttered under his breath, “Great way to end my anniversary.” He probably didn’t think I could hear him.
I cried more now, feeling even guiltier which upset my stomach more which caused me to throw up again for about the 10th time. I wished I hadn’t done this. I’d just ruined their entire evening. I felt terrible and not just physically either.
I coughed as if I was about to hack something up and cried then started saying, “I’m sor… I’m sor-so-rry, Robert.” I hiccupped and then threw up again, groaning.
“It’s okay, Kate,” he said. “You need to calm down. That’s why you keep throwing up, you’re not calm. Just take deep breaths. Try to calm yourself. Don’t cry so much.”
I nodded but still cried a little bit and I kept crying consequently throwing up until I eventually calmed down enough to where Robert could tell I wasn’t going to throw up anymore and carried me up to my room. He tried to lift me up and support my weight for me but just decided to carry me instead since I fell every time he tried that.
He took the stairs slowly, so as not to upset my stomach and walked to the end of the hall where my and Jessica’s room was, opening the door and walking in then setting me down on my bed. Daniel was across the room on Jessica’s bed, trying to comfort her. I think she was crying, but I couldn’t be sure.
Robert sat down next to me and felt my forehead, acting like the doctor he really was. “You don’t have a fever, Kate, so that’s good.”
Daniel came over and kneeled down beside my bed. I could hear Jessica crying in the background but I was too exhausted to do anything about it, “That was a bad idea, kiddo.”
I nodded, not able to say anything though I desperately wanted to say “I know.”
Robert looked at Daniel desperately, “I’ll keep an eye on her tonight.” he said, “But other than that, there’s nothing I can do.”
Daniel went over and brought the trashcan on the other end of our room. “This might come in handy,” he said.
I mouthed a thank you and he nodded then headed out of the room. Robert stayed where he was and said to me, “Go to sleep, honey.”
It wasn’t those words themselves that made me go to sleep but they did give me permission to do so. I’m not sure when I fell asleep or how but eventually I did drift off into snooze land, no dreams attached, at least none that I remembered.
When I woke up, Robert was sleeping on the floor next to my bed and Jessica was on the other side of the room, looking over at me. I suddenly felt extremely guilty about what had happened. What the hell was I thinking? Drinking? And on Robert and Daniel’s wedding anniversary? Why would I do such a thing? I really don’t know. I guess I was just in a desperate place but that still wasn’t an excuse. I didn’t expect either Daniel or Robert to give me a break about this though a part of me still desperately hoped they would.
I sat up painfully, feeling like someone had punched me in the stomach, and Jessica spoke to me, “How you feeling, Kate?” she asked.
“Do you want an honest answer?” I asked her in response.
“Yes.”
“Like crap.” There, I said it; blunt as that.
“You really shouldn’t have done that last night. It was a big mistake, Kate.”
“I know,” I whispered. “And I feel terrible about it.” I paused. “Do you think they’ll spank me for this?”
“I don’t know, Katelyn.” she said. “I don’t know.”
“Neither do I.” I whispered.
Robert rolled over and groaned then sat up and looked up at me, “How you feeling, Kate?”
“Like crap.” I said.
He stood up and sat down on the bed. “I’d imagine so,” he said. “Seems like you got yourself trashed last night.”
“I know.” I said. “I feel terrible about it.”
“Well, you, Daniel and I will talk about this later, after you feel a little better,” he paused. “Are you okay enough to where I can leave for a little bit?”
I nodded, “I’m fine Robert. Go ahead.”
“Okay, I’ll be back. Get some rest, you’ll need it.”
I looked at Jessica and sighed. I definitely wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming events. With a restless mind I laid down and fell back into sleep, and this time, it wasn’t dreamless. It was just another nightmare, about my parents and what had just happened. And it was terrible.
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When I woke up it was dark outside and no one was in the room with me. I looked at the clock; it read 8:32. I must have slept for over 9 hours. Oh well, at least I was well rested now, but that definitely didn’t mean I was ready for this talk I was going to have with Robert and Daniel. Regardless, I didn’t want to spend the rest of my time in bed. I was the type of girl who at some point, wanted to get things over with. Sure, immediately I was a procrastinator but once I got to a certain point, I just wanted things over with. So, I changed my clothes because I had been in jeans and a t-shirt that entire time and wanted to be uncomfortable and I headed downstairs.
I was just going down the stairs when I stopped because I heard Daniel and Robert talking.
“I don’t know what to do, Daniel,” Robert said. “Katelyn isn’t like this. She doesn’t do things like this. I don’t get what made her drink last night.”
“Did you ever think that maybe she was more affected than your parents’ deaths than you think she was?”
“No,” Robert replied. “It never even crossed my mind.”
“It’s probably something worth thinking about,” Daniel said. “I bet you anything it had something to do with that.”
“Maybe you’re right. But then there’s the question of what we’re going to do with her.” he paused. “I don’t know if it’s right to spank her right now. This just isn’t like her. It was obviously a last resort for something. She wouldn’t do this for no reason.”
“Well, I guess we’ll talk about it with her when she wakes up.” Daniel replied.
“I guess so.” Robert sighed. “I don’t want to spank her.”
“I know.”
They stopped talking for a moment and I decided that now would be the time to finish walking down the stairs and to enter into the kitchen where they were sitting.
Robert and Daniel looked up at me as I walked through the doorway of the kitchen. “Hey, kiddo. I see you finally decided to get up.” Daniel said.
I fake laughed a little bit, “Yeah,” I replied. “I finally decided to get up.”
“Go ahead and take a seat,” said Daniel.
I nodded, but still not really looking forward to it sat down next to Robert and across from Daniel. “Where’s Jessica?” I asked.
“She’s over at Camilla’s house.”
“Oh…” I replied, slightly shocked. “Okay.” It must have been pretty bad if they wanted to send her to Camilla’s house while they dealt with me.
There was an awkward silence before Robert finally said, “What possessed you to drink last night, Katelyn?”
“I don’t know.” I told him.
“I’m trying to make sense of this in my head and none of it is fitting together. You seemed fine. You were handling mom and dad’s death pretty well.” I wanted to cry at those words but I didn’t. “You’ve been getting good grades. You haven’t gotten into much trouble at all. I don’t understand why you would even think of drinking,” he paused. “This isn’t like you, Katelyn.” another pause. “Just please let me know what is going on, Katelyn. I need to understand.”
I bit my lip. I didn’t like asking for help. I didn’t like showing my emotions. I didn’t want to tell him the truth because that meant I was giving in to letting other people help me. I didn’t want help. I didn’t need help. And as bad as this sounds, I wasn’t Jessica. I was more stable. I was normal. God, I loved her to death but I sure as hell didn’t want to have a problem.
“Katelyn?” Daniel asked, “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. “I’m not okay. I haven’t been okay. I will not be okay.” I said. “Robert, I don’t show anything because I don’t want people to know. That’s how I deal with it. I just bury it. But it just spilled over. I drank because I wanted to forget. I just wanted to forget about mom and dad for one day. Turns out it was the worst mistake ever.”
They both remained speechless at what I had just said. Robert took my hands. “It was a mistake, Katelyn. That’s true. But never feel like you have to hide your emotions in front of me, not like this. It isn’t healthy and you’re just going to cause more problems for yourself down the road if you keep doing that.”
I nodded. “I know.”
Robert looked over at Daniel and Daniel looked back. “I’m not sure, Daniel. I’m not so sure it’s ok to do this.”
I gulped. I knew what they were talking about.
“I think we need to, Robert. Regardless of why she did what she did, I think we need to.”
He nodded and then turned to me. “Katelyn, as much as it kills me to do this, I’m going to have to spank you. And I’m sorry, but you did something dangerous that you shouldn’t have done and it could have killed you. Daniel and I can’t let this slide.”
I nodded, tears in my eyes. I understood perfectly, even though I hated every word of what he was saying.
“Go upstairs and wait for us, Katelyn.” Daniel told me.
I nodded again and wiped the tears from my eyes. Robert gave me a hug. Normally he would have been stricter about this. I think he had a soft spot for me in this exact situation; but only because of the reasoning behind the drinking.
I turned around and walked upstairs to my bedroom to wait for them. It seemed like hours, days, even months that I waited for them. But eventually they came up the stairs and Daniel was carrying with him a wooden spoon. I mean, I was slightly surprised but it’s not like I was completely surprised. It’s like this whole situation had just drained everything out of me. I didn’t want to fight anymore. I just wanted to accept the consequences for what they were. Nothing surprised me that night.
“Okay,” Daniel said. “I’m going to spank you with my hand then I’m going to spank you with this spoon. After that Robert is going to spank you with his hand and give you ten smacks with the hairbrush,” I had not noticed the hairbrush in Robert’s hand before and to be perfectly honest, I was quasi afraid by this point. “Okay?”
“Okay.” I answered.
“Stand up, Katelyn.” Daniel said as he sat down next to me on the bed. I stood up and he immediately guided me over his lap, then pulled down my pants and panties and started smacking me mildly. And the worst part was he wasn’t scolding. I almost felt like I’d rather hear his voice than silence. He kept spanking me and spanking me until my bottom was stinging and a few tears had come out of my eyes. I wasn’t fighting though. I’d decided I wouldn’t do that at all.
“Katelyn, Robert and I are very disappointed in the fact that you would do something this dangerous. You could have harmed yourself terribly. In fact, Katelyn, you could have died last night and that would have devastated your brother, Jessica and me not to mention all the other people in your life. You have too much to live for, too many good things going for you to just risk it by binge drinking and at the age of 13? What were you thinking?” he paused. “I hope you realize how serious this is, Katelyn Rose.”
“I do.” I replied.
“Good.” Daniel said and with that he lifted the wooden spoon up and smacked my bottom numerous times, over and over again until I was sure my bottom was bright cherry red. His rhythm wasn’t definite but it hurt like hell nonetheless. All he got out of me was a few tears though. Like I said, I don’t like showing my emotions that much. He ended with two very hard smacks to both of my thighs then lifted me up.
The second he got up, Robert came over and looked at me with sad, disappointed eyes. Then, he sat down on the bed and guided me over, rubbing my back for a moment. “I’m only doing this because I love you, Katelyn. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
I nodded, bracing myself for the first smack. A millisecond later, his hand came crashing down on my backside like a thunderous roar. It hurt like shit. And for some reason, with Robert, I just automatically started crying more. I don’t know what it was for sure but I’m guessing it was probably because I was closer to Robert and disappointing him hurt me more than anything. And Robert, well, you’d think he’d be a little more merciful but it didn’t seem that way as he was crashing his hand into my backside over and over again until I was sure I was going to die.
“I never ever want to hear of you drinking before you’re 21 again, Katelyn Rose.” Robert told me when he had stopped spanking me with his hand. “It’s dangerous and illegal and you could get very hurt by doing that. And believe me, if I ever find out you’ve been drinking again, something worse than what’s happening today will happen. Do you understand me, Katelyn?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to give you ten smacks with the hairbrush, Katelyn and then it will be all over but they’re going to be hard, okay?”
“Okay…” I whispered.
He smacked me the first time incredibly hard and even though I didn’t think they could get worse after that, they just intensified with each smack and before I knew it I was sobbing and sobbing. I didn’t even think it was possible to be able to work up to a sob in that little amount of time but apparently was, especially since everything flooded me at once: my parents being gone, disappointing my brothers, knowing that I could have killed myself the night before. It all just flooded my mind and I started sobbing so much that I couldn’t stop. It was awful.
Robert rubbed my back and tried to calm me down, “Shh, baby. It’s ok, Kate. I’m all done now. We’re not going to spank you anymore. I promise.”
He lifted me up and held me close, hugging me tightly to make up for any pain, emotionally and otherwise that I was feeling. “I know it’s been hard for you, Kate.” he said to me. “But I’m always here for you. I love you.” He kissed my forehead and lifted me up. Daniel walked towards me and gave me a hug as well.
“I love you too, kiddo. Promise me you’ll never do this again.”
“I promise” I told them.
“Good girl.” Daniel said and he smiled, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close as Robert came and did the same.
Yes, it was a bad thing but at least in the end I knew I was loved.
17 January 2010
15 January 2010
Story: The F-Word
My first story in the Jessica/Katelyn series. Jessica always makes sure that she gets her point of view across, even if that means punching someone in the face. Her vice principal, whom she has come to know fairly well over the last couple of months, has finally decided to take action and get Robert involved. Poor Jessica.
The F-Word
by Breanna Carter
“Landon is a fag-got!!!” Patrick chanted in the lunch room, milk carton in hand, doubling over with laughter. “I bet even your mom takes it up the ass!”
Now I'm not Landon, nor is Landon a friend of mine, but when someone says the f-word, it pisses me off. So I shushed my friend, Camilla. “Just a sec,” I said, marching up to Patrick. “Hey! Don't call him that!”
Patrick seemed taken aback that I, an unpopular kid and a measly seventh grader, would try to challenge him. “Oh yeah? And why not?”
“Because there's nothing wrong with being gay. And I don't like the way you're talking to him.”
Patrick and his friends chuckled, looking at each other, then back at me. “There's nothing wrong with being gay, huh? Is that 'cause you're a dyke?”
My eyes narrowed. I knew these kinds of people – they were the jocks. Football players who got some kind of pleasure out of insulting anyone who didn't live up to their standards. Guys who thought everyone had to be a carbon copy of them and their sleezy girlfriends. These were the types of people who used to taunt my older brothers, shoving them into lockers, making them feel inadequate and scared. These were the types of people who would throw their own children out on the street if they found out they were attracted to someone of the same sex.
“Is it because you're scared that you may be gay? Is that why you're always in the gym, beefing yourself up, trying to make yourself look more masculine? Is that why you make fun of people who are less steroid-looking? So others won't realize that you're really homosexual?” I shook my head. “That's sad. You should just embrace your inner gay-ness.”
He got mad now, inching towards me. “Who the hell do you think you're talking to?” he asked. He was trying to intimidate me, but it wasn't working. Even if he did stand three inches taller than me, and weighed about thirty pounds more, I didn't care. Being a softball player had given me all the muscle and endurance I needed to take on a big guy like him... and the anger that boiled inside of me would make up for what muscle lacked.
“I think I'm talking to some prick-headed fourteen year old dumbass football player who likes to pick on kids who aren't like him. Give it a rest and get over yourself.”
“Jess...” I heard Camilla plead, but I waved her off.
“So I suggest you apologize to our friend Landon over here and stop using derogatory language against non-heterosexuals.”
Patrick and the jocks thought this was the most hilarious thing they had ever heard. I thought the dummy on the right was going to keel over from laughing so hard. “Or else what?” Patrick spat, still in my face.
I smirked slightly. He had no idea who he was messing with. In a flash, I made a fist and wound up, punching him in the bridge of his nose. Nobody had expected it. And they certainly didn't expect it when I kneed him in the balls. So now not only was he holding his bleeding face, but he was also bent over, clutching his nut sac. Victory.
“Any of the rest of you douchebags wanna mess with me?” I asked, glaring at the guys surrounding.
Patrick was trying to say something to me, but couldn't get the words out.
“Glad I got my point across,” I said to him as the security guard escorted me away.
That's how I ended up in the vice principal, Mr. Shevins', office. I sat with my backpack next to me, holding a pen between my fingers, tapping it on the palm of my other hand. I wasn't exactly nervous – I'd done this for a good cause and Mr. Shevins and I had become acquainted a lot in my two years at Lincoln Middle School – I was just fidgety. I blame it on ADD.
“Jessica Parker,” the man said, straightening his tie and folding his hands on his desk in front of him. “Long time no see. How are you?”
“I'm great, Mr. Shevins. How are you? How's the wife and new baby?”
“They're great, thanks for asking,” he paused, smiling. “How is it living with your brother? And how are you holding out since the death of your parents?”
I shrugged. “It's okay, I guess.”
He nodded.
I looked down at the pen, now twirling it. “It's hard, ya know? Robert and I never really got along that great. I mean, I love him and all, but it's hard living with him. Really hard.”
Mr. Shevins knew my whole life story. After my parents died I saw him on almost a weekly basis for one reason or another, you know, for fighting or attitude with teachers, and he had really become the only person I could open up to. I preferred talking to him even over the counselor my brother and his husband were paying hundreds of dollars a month for me to see.
“Are you trying to talk to him a little more? Using calm words instead of yelling or fighting?”
“I'm trying,” I lied. “But whatever. It's all good.”
He nodded, knowing that I was lying. “Okay, I get it. So what happened today?” he asked, putting on his glasses and glancing down at the paper in front of him.
“I decked this kid in the nose, but he deserved it.”
He peered at me over his glasses. “Jessica...”
“I know, I need to try to resolve conflict with words instead of fists. But he provoked me. He was practically begging me to beat him up.”
Mr. Shevins sighed and finished reading the referral slip, then dropped the paper back on his desk. He took his glasses back off, staring at me hard. “What are we going to do with you?” he asked exasperatedly.
“I really think that Patrick is the problem and not me... So if you want an honest answer I think...”
“Patrick didn't even hit you...”
“... that someone should have a good-talking to with him. He called this boy the f-word! And he totally shouldn't do that. And I think that I should be let off with a warning.”
“The f-word?”
I nodded, but he just looked at me like he was confused. “You know,” I said. “F-a-g...?”
“Oh. Right.” He shook his head again, rolling his chair back and digging my file out of his filing cabinet. “Jessica, you do realize that this is the third time you've been sent to me for fighting this month?”
“I know, but I'm trying to do better. I really am... It's just with my parents...”
He held up his hand to silence me. “I know that it's been a difficult time for you, which is why I haven't done anything the last...” he paused, flipping through some pages and undoubtably counting to himself “... eight times you've gotten in a fight. Not to mention the other referrals I have here...”
I didn't like the sound of this. “Please just give me one more chance?” I pleaded.
He sighed. “I think it's time we have a conference with Robert.”
“What? No... Mr. Shevins... please. Patrick provoked me. And...”
“I know the excuses, Jess. And I know they're valid. But you've also been getting away with way too much.” He paused. “You do realize that, right?”
I began chewing on my lower lip, glancing at the clock, then the bookshelf, trying not to cry. I had always been able to talk my way out of trouble. Why was it not working this time? Did Mr. Shevins honestly think that I'd gotten that out of control?
“I have a soft spot for you, kid. You've been through a lot, especially since the beginning of this school year. But I'm afraid that if I keep letting you talk your way out of trouble, you're going to end up in a big mess.”
“Are...” I began, pausing to swallow the lump in my throat that was now forming. “Are you going to tell Robert about... everything?”
“I will not tell him the details. I will tell him about the fight today, and how you've already received a warning for fighting.”
I didn't say anything.
“And you will have a Saturday detention.”
I slumped down in my chair, leaning my head back and letting a tear fall down my cheek. “What about Patrick?” I asked in a near whisper.
He chuckled. “I think you took care of that.”
I glanced up at my vice principal, wiping the tear. Big girls don't cry. And I would not be caught dead crying anywhere other than this office. “That's not fair,” I said.
“I'm not entirely sure that it's fair you've already gotten away with eight fights previous to this one, but we will pretend like it is. You know that Patrick's family is quite economically sound, right?” I nodded. “So let's say for a second that I let you get away with this little fight. His parents would probably be infuriated and seek legal action against not only the school, but against you as well. And if that happens, your brother will find out anyway, and the outcome will be much worse than a Saturday detention. Because what you did could probably be considered assault.”
“Point taken,” I said. “But for the record, all eight of those 'fights' weren't really fights. You can't count shoving someone or arguing as an actual fight.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Point taken.”
I smiled. “Fine. I guess go ahead and call Robert. Just be ready for the explosion. But let me tell you one thing, if I ever hear Patrick calling anyone the f-word again, I will...”
He held up a hand to stop me again, just like he was a crossing guard or something. “I don't want to hear it! You will always be you, Jess, and I can imagine what you will do. But the second it comes out of your mouth it becomes a threat and unless you want me filing a report saying that you're threatening to harm someone, I suggest you keep it to yourself.”
“What? I was going to say that I will... hug... him.” I tried not to giggle at that statement.
“Is Robert at work?”
“That's a pretty dumb question. Of course he's at work. He works everyday.”
“Girl, you have a mouth on you that you're going to use on the wrong person one day.”
I glanced at the clock. “He might be on his lunch break though. I'd try calling his cell phone first, and if he doesn't answer that then call his office.”
Mr. Shevins picked up his phone and punched some numbers on the keypad, hanging up shortly after. “Guess he's finished with lunch.” He put the receiver to his ear again and dialed a new number, what I was assuming to be the number to his office. From my seat I could hear the receptionist's cacophonous (hah! See? I did listen during my vocabulary lessons!) voice telling the caller that he had reached Dr. Richardson/Cruz/Parker/Benedetto's office and to please hold. I loved when they did that.
“She's a bitch,” I mouthed to my vice principal who turned away to pretend like he didn't just hear me say a bad word.
It took her seventy seconds to get back on the phone (yes, I was counting). He explained that he was calling for Robert Parker on behalf of Lincoln Middle School in reference to Dr. Parker's little sister, Jessica. Yes, he would hold for just a minute.
I pulled my feet into the chair, knees up to my chest. I clicked my pen on and off now, probably something that would irritate anyone in the room with me except for Mr. Shevins. He was used to my ADD-ness.
I shivered slightly when I heard the male voice answer the phone. There was no getting out of this now.
“Hi, Mr. Parker, how are you?” He paused to wait for my brother's answer, which I could only hear as a muffled voice. “Doing well, thank you. I was calling to see if you can come in today for a conference about Jessica's behavior.” He paused again and I looked up at him, tears in my eyes again. “Yes, everything is fine. We are just having some issues that I would like to discuss with you.” Another pause. “No, don't do that, we can meet after three thirty. Why don't you come about four? Jessica can go ahead and get an after school detention out of the way if you do that.” He looked at me and smiled. After school detention? Really? Why was he smiling at me? Was this supposed to be a good thing? “Great. See you then, Mr. Parker. Buh-bye.” He clicked the phone down.
I perked up, putting my feet back down on the ground, still clicking my pen. “Well?”
“Your brother has appointments until three-thirty and he will be here about four. I decided to give you two after school detentions instead of a Saturday detention. I assumed you'd prefer that since you'll have to stay here after school anyway... Unless you want to come up here on a Saturday...”
“No no... after school is fine.”
He wrote down a couple of notes on the referral sheet, then stuffed it in my file with the other papers.
“Will I ever get to look at my file and see what you all say about me?”
“Go to class, Jessica.” He signed a pass and held it out to me. “And don't get into any more fights, okay?”
“You didn't answer my question,” I huffed, but stood up and snatched the pass from him.
“Goodbye.”
“Bye Mr. Shevins. And thanks for not being too hard on me.”
“Yeah, well, don't push your luck. My nice-ness is starting to fade away.”
“I noticed,” I answered as I approached the doorway. I waved goodbye and stalked out, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. It hadn't been an ideal meeting with my vice principal, but I guess it could've always been worse. I uber wasn't looking forward to what Robert was going to have to say, though. Or do, for that matter.
The rest of my day was quite uneventful. Camilla found me between classes and almost made us both late because she wanted to know the details of my chat with Mr. Shevins. She was sort of surprised that I got off so easily. Oh, then I had my last class with my twin sister, Katelyn, who had gotten word of what I'd done at lunch (shit spreads too quickly through my school, I swear) and was freaking out because she just knew I'd get suspended. I told her to chill out. Mr. Shevins and I were cool with each other. There was no way he'd suspend me. She then wanted to know what he'd said/done so I told her. Then she freaked out some more saying that Robert was going to kill me. Whatever. I'm not scared of him. Much.
Detention came all too quickly, and I swear, that was probably the worst hour ever. Aside from the fact that I was bored out of my mind, I was anxious as hell. I was ready to get this conference with my older brother over with, yet wanted to prolong it as long as possible. But the anticipation was eating me alive. I wondered what Robert would say and do. I wondered what all Mr. Shevins would even tell him. And mostly, I wondered if what Katelyn said was true – that I would probably get spanked. I had so far avoided that punishment (don't ask me how), but according to my sis, this would probably do it. I was definitely worried about that.
The detention teacher dismissed us five minutes before four. I wondered where Robert was and if he'd stopped by the house before coming to the school. And if Daniel was going to come with him. And if Katelyn was going to be there. And if he was going to yell at me when he saw me. I wasn't too into the idea of a shouting match in the middle of the hallway at school. Well, at least most of the student body had already left. The only people around were the members of the dance team who were tumbling around outside and the dance committee members who were painting signs about the spring bash.
I shuffled slowly to the office, running my fingers against the wall on the way. I stopped about halfway there to read the announcements on the bulletin board. Nothing interesting there. Most of them were old flyers from student council elections or club meetings. I continued on my way arriving at the office much sooner than I'd have liked... which wasn't hard, seeing as I would have liked to never arrive there.
No one was really around, so I tapped on Mr. Shevins' door.
“Come in,” he said, so I pushed the door open.
“Hey. Robert's still not here?”
Mr. S looked up at his clock. “Nope. He's still got a couple of minutes. Take a seat.”
I plopped down watching him finish some paperwork. “Whatcha doin'?”
“Just finishing some work.” Vague enough. “How was your afternoon?”
“Better than my morning.”
“That's good to hear. No more fights then, I assume?”
“Nope.”
He was about to say something else, but was distracted by two figures barging through the office door. I looked back to see Robert and Daniel, neither looking too thrilled about being at my school.
Mr. Shevins stood, smoothing out his tie and walking towards the two men. He introduced himself and snagged a chair from the waiting area, ushering my brothers to his office. He placed the chair between the one I was sitting in and the other and asked them to please sit. I was not ready for this at all. My throat was dry now and my palms sweaty, shaking slightly. I had to be tough, though. I had to let them know that I hadn't done anything wrong. That I was just defending this kid. Surely they would understand. Right?
The conference started out with small talk and uncomfortable laughs between Robert and Mr. Shevins, with Daniel looking in my direction, a not-so-happy expression on his face. Then they got down to the nitty gritty.
“Jessica was in a fight today.”
There. He said it. I sort of winced at the words, and kept my gaze averted towards the cobweb in the corner of his office.
“It's not the first time this has happened – she received a warning in the past.”
I felt three pairs of eyes staring at me.
“Jessica, do you want to tell them what happened?”
No, I really did not. But I think it was more of a request than a question, and I didn't want to make this situation any worse. Besides, this was my chance to use my gift for words.
I looked up at Mr. Shevins, glancing over at my brothers, then back to Mr. Shevins. I could look in his eyes as I told my story, explaining what was going through my head and why I'd decided to beat the crap out of an eighth grader twice my size. I told every detail, probably exaggerating some parts for my own benefit. Then I went back to staring at my cobweb, letting Mr. S go on with what he had to say. It was actually nothing really that interesting. He just let them know what my punishment was and that he was worried that I was veering off to the wrong path and he didn't want to see that happen to me since I was mostly a good kid. He also told them that he knew my circumstances and had let me off fairly lightly, but would likely not continue to do so in the future if this happens again. Robert assured him that I would be dealt with adequately at home. I said nothing.
The meeting was over at 4:22. The hallways were empty of the dance committee and our steps echoed as we trudged towards the car. “What's for dinner?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation on lighter topics and not the fact that we'd just had a conference about my behavior.
Neither of my brothers answered me, just continued walking ahead.
“Did you guys have a good day?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. I couldn't deal with the silent treatment. Quiet drove me crazy.
“Was okay until I got a phone call from Mr. Shevins,” Robert said.
And then silence again.
I busied myself with running my fingers against the wall until we got outside. Then I concentrated on trying not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk. It was what I had to do to keep from being worried about being in trouble.
When we got in the car, Robert blew up. “What were you thinking, Jessica Lynne?”
“I already told you what I was thinking. The douchebag called someone...”
“A faggot, yeah, I know...”
“Don't say it out loud!”
“... but why do you think that gives you the right to pound on him like that?”
“I get my temper from you,” I sneered, folding my arms and staring out the window.
Robert looked at Daniel who shrugged.
“The guy deserved it. He was a prick and needed to be put in his place.” No one could disagree with that statement.
“Why didn't you just tell a teacher?”
“Tell a teacher? Hah!” I laughed. “The teachers don't care. They probably call people the f-word in their sleep.”
He sighed. “What bothers me the most is that you resorted to violence in a situation where it wasn't warranted. Oh, and that this isn't the first time that you've fought at school. How come I didn't know about previous altercations?”
“Ugh! Who cares about what happened in the past? It's done and over with. And who cares that I punched him? He deserved it. He was a douche. End of story.”
“Do not use that tone with me, Young Lady.”
“Then don't use YOUR tone with me! This is stupid and unfair! I don't deserve to get in trouble for this. I was just standing up for what I believe in!” I was pretty livid by this time, and on the verge of punching something else.
I think that Robert was about to go into cardiac arrest at my outburst. “Are you really talking to me like that, Jessica?”
“Yeah.”
Daniel spoke softly to Robert now, probably telling him to calm down, then turned around. “You need to cool it with the attitude, girl.”
“Tell him to cool it with the attitude! He's getting all up in my business for nothing!”
“For nothing?” Robert said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “You got in a fight at school! Do you even realize how serious this is? You could've gotten suspended! The only reason you didn't is because Mr. Shevins feels sorry for you!”
“Whatever,” I said, and pulled my ipod out of my backpack, plugging my ears with more poetic screaming (with some whining added in). I turned the volume up loud enough to where I couldn't hear Robert's rant, putting the hood on my jacket up so that he couldn't see that I wasn't listening to him. He's not an idiot, though, and within seconds Daniel was turned around tugging my earphones out.
“You do NOT ignore me when I'm talking to you!”
“Shut UP!” I shouted back. “You're not my fucking dad! You're just my brother, you're just Robert, okay? So leave me alone and stop trying to be my dad, 'cause you're not him!!!” I almost started crying but instead punched the door and swallowed the lump, breathing in.
Robert gave up on talking for the rest of the ride. Not that it mattered. I wasn't going to listen to him anyway. Oh, and the rest of the ride only lasted about two minutes.
We pulled into the driveway and I instantly opened my door, then slammed it behind me, storming into the house. I stomped up the stairs.
“Jessica Lynne Parker! Get down here!” Robert yelled.
“NO!” I yelled back.
I made it to my room and slammed the door shut, rattling the walls a little. Katelyn was lying on her bed with her math book open and glanced up upon my arrival.
“Bad conference?”
“I don't wanna talk about it,” I muttered, slumping down to the floor and sitting against the door. I felt rotten inside, not only because I was pissed off, but also because I knew I was in deep trouble. I shouldn't have talked to my brother like that, and I knew it, but I just couldn't help it. I hated him so much sometimes.
Katelyn shrugged and went back to doing her homework. I knew the curiosity had to be eating her alive. I was about to give her the gruesome details, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Go away,” I said.
He didn't listen to me, but tried to open the door, only to find that I was leaning against it.
“Jessica, it's me. Stop acting immature and let me in,” Daniel said.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, opening the door. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk.” He barged in without my permission, not allowing me the chance to protest. Instead, he glanced at my sister. “Can you give us a few minutes, Kate, please?”
Katelyn nodded and closed her book, tucking it under her arm and stalking away silently.
I opened my mouth to say something again, but Daniel beat me to it. “I don't know where you get this idea that you can speak to your brother like that, but I will assure you right now that it is going to stop, Young Lady, do you understand me?”
“But...”
“I didn't ask for an explanation. I asked if you understood me. That is a yes or no question.”
I folded my arms.
“I am speaking to you respectfully and like an adult, and I expect you to do the same with me.”
I didn't say anything.
“Sit down. Let's talk.”
He didn't give me much of a choice, but instead grabbed my wrist and walked with me to my bed, sitting me down and easing himself down next to me.
“I am very disappointed in you, Jessica,” he said calmly, moving my chin so that I was looking into his eyes instead of the carpet. “I cannot believe that you would act the way you just did. I expected more out of you.” Ouch. “It was almost like there was a different person in the car with me a few minutes ago. Aren't you embarrassed at the immaturity that you just displayed?”
I shrugged. “I was mad. Robert was being mean.”
“That's where you're wrong, Young Lady. Robert wasn't being mean. He was trying to understand what happened today.”
“He was yelling at me.”
“He was not yelling...”
“Yes he was!” I said, a little too loudly.
Daniel paused a second. “Are you getting sharp with me?”
Oops. “Sorry.”
“Your brother cares deeply for you, Jessica. He took you in when you had no one. He is trying to do the right thing here. For one, you have to give him a break – he doesn't know how to raise a teenage girl. And I assure you that he is doing his damnedest to do the best job he can. And secondly, you need to look at the situation from his point of view. He received a call this afternoon from his little sister's school talking about a conference. He gets there to find out that she's been in a fight, and while she had been provoked – I'll give you that – it had clearly not been out of self-defense... don't talk, just listen,” he ordered when he saw me open my mouth. “The fight was clearly not out of self-defense as she had not been pushed, hit, slapped, or punched. And to top it off, she has been in fights before this one, so this fighting thing seems to be a reoccurring pattern. When he asks her what she was thinking, she not only gets defensive, but also starts yelling and getting very disrespectful with him. Come on, Jess, I know that you can see it from his point of view.”
“Well, I don't.”
“Don't you want to be an attorney? You know you have to be able to look at both points of view if you're going to do that type of work.”
I folded my arms and poked out my lower lip in a pout. He was right, though. I took a second to think about how Robert had felt about the whole situation, and kind of understood. Kind of.
“I still don't think I should be in trouble,” I said.
“Okay. Now, why couldn't you have spoken that calmly to Robert earlier?”
“I dunno. He made me mad. He was getting all mad, too.”
“Let me tell you something,” Daniel began, finally letting go of my chin and scooting back a little, turning towards me. “There are going to be a lot of people in this world who make you mad...” I was about to say something again, but he gave me a look that quickly shut me up. Geeze, why did he have to do all the talking! “And there are pricks EVERYWHERE. You will have bosses who are jerkoffs, who tell you to do stuff that you don't want to do, and who insult not only gay people, but women, people with disabilities, African Americans, Latinos, Asians, and I could go on forever. You will have friends who piss you off. People in the grocery store. Doctors. Teachers. Senators. Police officers. In fact, I'm not sure that there could ever be someone who wouldn't make you mad about something. But you know what? You can't just go around hitting them all. If you did, you could kiss that dream of law school goodbye because you'll be paying off settlements and court fines for the rest of your life. And furthermore, you will never be respected. No one wants to listen to someone who goes around getting angry and cursing at and hitting everyone to get their point across. Right?”
Ugh, I hated admitting that someone else was right. So I just chose to avoid the question. “I'm sorry for fighting and being mean to Robert,” I said instead.
He nodded. “Now after saying all of that, I feel like an ass for telling you that you're going to be spanked.”
“Wait... didn't you just say that you can't go around hitting everyone to get your point across?”
“I already got my point across, didn't I? You're going to be spanked because what you did today has to have consequences. And then after your spanking, you will go downstairs and apologize to your brother, do you understand?”
“But Danielllll!” I whined. “You're being hypocritical. Saying that I can't hit someone, but you can hit me.”
“Well, let's put it this way – you thought it'd be a good idea to go around punching everyone who upset you, so now you have to pay the consequences, and you get to see what it's like to be hit when you do something wrong.”
“Still hypocritical...” I said.
“You know that you deserve it,” he said. He stood up, walking towards my desk and pulling my chair out from under it. He pulled me up, then brought me towards him, sitting himself down on the chair. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
“Wait! Daniel... please... can't we just talk about this?”
“When you resolve your next argument with talking, then you and I will be able to talk about it. But today you decided to resolve an argument physically, and therefore, you and I will resolve our problem physically. Sounds like a fair deal to me.” He tugged my jeans down to my knees.
“But...” I was cut off because he placed me over his lap. Staring at the carpet made me lose my train of thought and my ability to talk my way out of trouble. It was awful.
He began the spanking, popping me on my panty-clad bottom with a stronger hand than I'd imagined him having. In fact, it was so hard that I couldn't help but squirm and cry out after each one. Which was strange, considering that I've been pelted with softballs and broken bones without shedding a tear. But this was different. Mostly because I knew how upset Daniel and Robert were with me.
“I expect you to act your age, Jessica Lynne,” Daniel scolded. “And not like a three year old. You are a teenager now, and it is time to stop this childish behavior, especially if you want to be treated like an adult, do you understand?”
“Yesssss, owww, Daniel. Please stop!”
“You should be embarrassed at the behavior you displayed today, not only at school but also in the car towards your brother.”
“I ammmm!” I pleaded, reaching back to block him from spanking me.
He spanked around my hand, finally pushing it away, but continuing to rain down the smacks. “And I will absolutely not tolerate the disrespect you've shown. Keep it up and you will make this trip over my knee more often than you like.”
“Okayyyy! I won't be disrespectful. Just please stop!” I begged. “Please. I'll be good.”
Daniel swatted me more and more, hitting every so often on my sit spots and in areas that my panties didn't quite cover up (which made me squeal like a little girl!). And then he did something that I totally didn't expect – he pulled them down! Right to my knees! I was so embarrassed that I thought I was going to die.
“No wait! Daniel! Don't do that!” I pleaded, squirming to get off of his lap.
He held on to me tightly, though, giving me a few more swats. “You know you deserve this, Jessica. You've acted very childish today. Now, stop squirming and accept the consequences for your actions.”
I stopped fighting for a moment. “But I don't want to be spanked, Daniel. And not on the bare! It's too embarrassing!”
“Just like you embarrassed Robert and me today,” he said, repositioning me again and circling my waist with his left arm only to start the spanking again. I bucked and kicked fiercely.
“Oooowwwww!” I howled. “I'm sorry for embarrassing you guys!!!”
He didn't answer me with anything but more smacks, getting a definite rhythm and working his way from cheek to cheek, sit spot to sit spot, making sure that I would feel this for a few days. “Robert and I care about you too much for you to continue to behave so irresponsibly and immaturely. You were very lucky that your vice principal let you off with a couple of detentions and a conference. And you're equally lucky that the kid's parent didn't press charges on you.”
“Oooowwww, yessss, I knowww!” I whined. “Pleaseee Daniel!! Please stoppp!! I understand!!!”
Still, my pleas were to no avail. He kept up the punishment, causing my bottom to feel like it was on fire. I kicked and squirmed as much as my little body could, even reached back a couple of times only to have my hands restrained.
I was almost broken when he stopped. He lifted me up. “Nose in the corner,” he instructed, practically dragging me there. He returned moments later and helped me back over his lap. I hadn't seen what he'd brought back with him, only felt the damn wooden hairbrush crack against my backside seconds later. As if his hand didn't hurt enough. By the third swat, I was bawling like a baby. I was blubbering apologies and kicking and howling. I'd take a punch to the stomach any day!
When he'd given me what felt like a million swats (when in reality it was probably twenty-ish), he lifted me up. He stood me in front of him as I wiped my eyes, body shaking and breathing unsteady. He looked into my teary eyes.
“Jessica Lynne, are we going to have to have this conversation again?” he asked me seriously.
“N-no, Daniel. We won't,” I promised him.
He softened up, then brought me in for a hug. “Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you, too,” I sniffled.
He held me for a few seconds, then released. “Get yourself re-dressed and go apologize. Then get started on your homework, okay?”
I nodded, pulling up my panties, wincing as they touched my tender backside. My jeans were the most difficult to pull up – I certainly didn't want any tight material on my bottom right now!! But the alternative would be going downstairs with my glowing bottom on display, and that was totally not happening!
I held Daniel's hand as I wobbled down the stairs. Katelyn was sitting at the table, finishing her math homework, and Robert was planted in front of the television, watching the news.
“Robert,” I said weakly, releasing the grip I'd had on Daniel's hand. “I'm sorry for being mean to you today and for getting an attitude. And I'm sorry for fighting, too.”
He held out his arms, inviting me in for a hug. I pushed myself forward, falling into his arms. “I love you, kid sis,” he said, then gave me pretty much the same lecture I'd just gotten from my other brother. Geeze, they were too much alike. But I didn't say anything, just promised him that I'd behave.
The F-Word
by Breanna Carter
“Landon is a fag-got!!!” Patrick chanted in the lunch room, milk carton in hand, doubling over with laughter. “I bet even your mom takes it up the ass!”
Now I'm not Landon, nor is Landon a friend of mine, but when someone says the f-word, it pisses me off. So I shushed my friend, Camilla. “Just a sec,” I said, marching up to Patrick. “Hey! Don't call him that!”
Patrick seemed taken aback that I, an unpopular kid and a measly seventh grader, would try to challenge him. “Oh yeah? And why not?”
“Because there's nothing wrong with being gay. And I don't like the way you're talking to him.”
Patrick and his friends chuckled, looking at each other, then back at me. “There's nothing wrong with being gay, huh? Is that 'cause you're a dyke?”
My eyes narrowed. I knew these kinds of people – they were the jocks. Football players who got some kind of pleasure out of insulting anyone who didn't live up to their standards. Guys who thought everyone had to be a carbon copy of them and their sleezy girlfriends. These were the types of people who used to taunt my older brothers, shoving them into lockers, making them feel inadequate and scared. These were the types of people who would throw their own children out on the street if they found out they were attracted to someone of the same sex.
“Is it because you're scared that you may be gay? Is that why you're always in the gym, beefing yourself up, trying to make yourself look more masculine? Is that why you make fun of people who are less steroid-looking? So others won't realize that you're really homosexual?” I shook my head. “That's sad. You should just embrace your inner gay-ness.”
He got mad now, inching towards me. “Who the hell do you think you're talking to?” he asked. He was trying to intimidate me, but it wasn't working. Even if he did stand three inches taller than me, and weighed about thirty pounds more, I didn't care. Being a softball player had given me all the muscle and endurance I needed to take on a big guy like him... and the anger that boiled inside of me would make up for what muscle lacked.
“I think I'm talking to some prick-headed fourteen year old dumbass football player who likes to pick on kids who aren't like him. Give it a rest and get over yourself.”
“Jess...” I heard Camilla plead, but I waved her off.
“So I suggest you apologize to our friend Landon over here and stop using derogatory language against non-heterosexuals.”
Patrick and the jocks thought this was the most hilarious thing they had ever heard. I thought the dummy on the right was going to keel over from laughing so hard. “Or else what?” Patrick spat, still in my face.
I smirked slightly. He had no idea who he was messing with. In a flash, I made a fist and wound up, punching him in the bridge of his nose. Nobody had expected it. And they certainly didn't expect it when I kneed him in the balls. So now not only was he holding his bleeding face, but he was also bent over, clutching his nut sac. Victory.
“Any of the rest of you douchebags wanna mess with me?” I asked, glaring at the guys surrounding.
Patrick was trying to say something to me, but couldn't get the words out.
“Glad I got my point across,” I said to him as the security guard escorted me away.
That's how I ended up in the vice principal, Mr. Shevins', office. I sat with my backpack next to me, holding a pen between my fingers, tapping it on the palm of my other hand. I wasn't exactly nervous – I'd done this for a good cause and Mr. Shevins and I had become acquainted a lot in my two years at Lincoln Middle School – I was just fidgety. I blame it on ADD.
“Jessica Parker,” the man said, straightening his tie and folding his hands on his desk in front of him. “Long time no see. How are you?”
“I'm great, Mr. Shevins. How are you? How's the wife and new baby?”
“They're great, thanks for asking,” he paused, smiling. “How is it living with your brother? And how are you holding out since the death of your parents?”
I shrugged. “It's okay, I guess.”
He nodded.
I looked down at the pen, now twirling it. “It's hard, ya know? Robert and I never really got along that great. I mean, I love him and all, but it's hard living with him. Really hard.”
Mr. Shevins knew my whole life story. After my parents died I saw him on almost a weekly basis for one reason or another, you know, for fighting or attitude with teachers, and he had really become the only person I could open up to. I preferred talking to him even over the counselor my brother and his husband were paying hundreds of dollars a month for me to see.
“Are you trying to talk to him a little more? Using calm words instead of yelling or fighting?”
“I'm trying,” I lied. “But whatever. It's all good.”
He nodded, knowing that I was lying. “Okay, I get it. So what happened today?” he asked, putting on his glasses and glancing down at the paper in front of him.
“I decked this kid in the nose, but he deserved it.”
He peered at me over his glasses. “Jessica...”
“I know, I need to try to resolve conflict with words instead of fists. But he provoked me. He was practically begging me to beat him up.”
Mr. Shevins sighed and finished reading the referral slip, then dropped the paper back on his desk. He took his glasses back off, staring at me hard. “What are we going to do with you?” he asked exasperatedly.
“I really think that Patrick is the problem and not me... So if you want an honest answer I think...”
“Patrick didn't even hit you...”
“... that someone should have a good-talking to with him. He called this boy the f-word! And he totally shouldn't do that. And I think that I should be let off with a warning.”
“The f-word?”
I nodded, but he just looked at me like he was confused. “You know,” I said. “F-a-g...?”
“Oh. Right.” He shook his head again, rolling his chair back and digging my file out of his filing cabinet. “Jessica, you do realize that this is the third time you've been sent to me for fighting this month?”
“I know, but I'm trying to do better. I really am... It's just with my parents...”
He held up his hand to silence me. “I know that it's been a difficult time for you, which is why I haven't done anything the last...” he paused, flipping through some pages and undoubtably counting to himself “... eight times you've gotten in a fight. Not to mention the other referrals I have here...”
I didn't like the sound of this. “Please just give me one more chance?” I pleaded.
He sighed. “I think it's time we have a conference with Robert.”
“What? No... Mr. Shevins... please. Patrick provoked me. And...”
“I know the excuses, Jess. And I know they're valid. But you've also been getting away with way too much.” He paused. “You do realize that, right?”
I began chewing on my lower lip, glancing at the clock, then the bookshelf, trying not to cry. I had always been able to talk my way out of trouble. Why was it not working this time? Did Mr. Shevins honestly think that I'd gotten that out of control?
“I have a soft spot for you, kid. You've been through a lot, especially since the beginning of this school year. But I'm afraid that if I keep letting you talk your way out of trouble, you're going to end up in a big mess.”
“Are...” I began, pausing to swallow the lump in my throat that was now forming. “Are you going to tell Robert about... everything?”
“I will not tell him the details. I will tell him about the fight today, and how you've already received a warning for fighting.”
I didn't say anything.
“And you will have a Saturday detention.”
I slumped down in my chair, leaning my head back and letting a tear fall down my cheek. “What about Patrick?” I asked in a near whisper.
He chuckled. “I think you took care of that.”
I glanced up at my vice principal, wiping the tear. Big girls don't cry. And I would not be caught dead crying anywhere other than this office. “That's not fair,” I said.
“I'm not entirely sure that it's fair you've already gotten away with eight fights previous to this one, but we will pretend like it is. You know that Patrick's family is quite economically sound, right?” I nodded. “So let's say for a second that I let you get away with this little fight. His parents would probably be infuriated and seek legal action against not only the school, but against you as well. And if that happens, your brother will find out anyway, and the outcome will be much worse than a Saturday detention. Because what you did could probably be considered assault.”
“Point taken,” I said. “But for the record, all eight of those 'fights' weren't really fights. You can't count shoving someone or arguing as an actual fight.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Point taken.”
I smiled. “Fine. I guess go ahead and call Robert. Just be ready for the explosion. But let me tell you one thing, if I ever hear Patrick calling anyone the f-word again, I will...”
He held up a hand to stop me again, just like he was a crossing guard or something. “I don't want to hear it! You will always be you, Jess, and I can imagine what you will do. But the second it comes out of your mouth it becomes a threat and unless you want me filing a report saying that you're threatening to harm someone, I suggest you keep it to yourself.”
“What? I was going to say that I will... hug... him.” I tried not to giggle at that statement.
“Is Robert at work?”
“That's a pretty dumb question. Of course he's at work. He works everyday.”
“Girl, you have a mouth on you that you're going to use on the wrong person one day.”
I glanced at the clock. “He might be on his lunch break though. I'd try calling his cell phone first, and if he doesn't answer that then call his office.”
Mr. Shevins picked up his phone and punched some numbers on the keypad, hanging up shortly after. “Guess he's finished with lunch.” He put the receiver to his ear again and dialed a new number, what I was assuming to be the number to his office. From my seat I could hear the receptionist's cacophonous (hah! See? I did listen during my vocabulary lessons!) voice telling the caller that he had reached Dr. Richardson/Cruz/Parker/Benedetto's office and to please hold. I loved when they did that.
“She's a bitch,” I mouthed to my vice principal who turned away to pretend like he didn't just hear me say a bad word.
It took her seventy seconds to get back on the phone (yes, I was counting). He explained that he was calling for Robert Parker on behalf of Lincoln Middle School in reference to Dr. Parker's little sister, Jessica. Yes, he would hold for just a minute.
I pulled my feet into the chair, knees up to my chest. I clicked my pen on and off now, probably something that would irritate anyone in the room with me except for Mr. Shevins. He was used to my ADD-ness.
I shivered slightly when I heard the male voice answer the phone. There was no getting out of this now.
“Hi, Mr. Parker, how are you?” He paused to wait for my brother's answer, which I could only hear as a muffled voice. “Doing well, thank you. I was calling to see if you can come in today for a conference about Jessica's behavior.” He paused again and I looked up at him, tears in my eyes again. “Yes, everything is fine. We are just having some issues that I would like to discuss with you.” Another pause. “No, don't do that, we can meet after three thirty. Why don't you come about four? Jessica can go ahead and get an after school detention out of the way if you do that.” He looked at me and smiled. After school detention? Really? Why was he smiling at me? Was this supposed to be a good thing? “Great. See you then, Mr. Parker. Buh-bye.” He clicked the phone down.
I perked up, putting my feet back down on the ground, still clicking my pen. “Well?”
“Your brother has appointments until three-thirty and he will be here about four. I decided to give you two after school detentions instead of a Saturday detention. I assumed you'd prefer that since you'll have to stay here after school anyway... Unless you want to come up here on a Saturday...”
“No no... after school is fine.”
He wrote down a couple of notes on the referral sheet, then stuffed it in my file with the other papers.
“Will I ever get to look at my file and see what you all say about me?”
“Go to class, Jessica.” He signed a pass and held it out to me. “And don't get into any more fights, okay?”
“You didn't answer my question,” I huffed, but stood up and snatched the pass from him.
“Goodbye.”
“Bye Mr. Shevins. And thanks for not being too hard on me.”
“Yeah, well, don't push your luck. My nice-ness is starting to fade away.”
“I noticed,” I answered as I approached the doorway. I waved goodbye and stalked out, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. It hadn't been an ideal meeting with my vice principal, but I guess it could've always been worse. I uber wasn't looking forward to what Robert was going to have to say, though. Or do, for that matter.
The rest of my day was quite uneventful. Camilla found me between classes and almost made us both late because she wanted to know the details of my chat with Mr. Shevins. She was sort of surprised that I got off so easily. Oh, then I had my last class with my twin sister, Katelyn, who had gotten word of what I'd done at lunch (shit spreads too quickly through my school, I swear) and was freaking out because she just knew I'd get suspended. I told her to chill out. Mr. Shevins and I were cool with each other. There was no way he'd suspend me. She then wanted to know what he'd said/done so I told her. Then she freaked out some more saying that Robert was going to kill me. Whatever. I'm not scared of him. Much.
Detention came all too quickly, and I swear, that was probably the worst hour ever. Aside from the fact that I was bored out of my mind, I was anxious as hell. I was ready to get this conference with my older brother over with, yet wanted to prolong it as long as possible. But the anticipation was eating me alive. I wondered what Robert would say and do. I wondered what all Mr. Shevins would even tell him. And mostly, I wondered if what Katelyn said was true – that I would probably get spanked. I had so far avoided that punishment (don't ask me how), but according to my sis, this would probably do it. I was definitely worried about that.
The detention teacher dismissed us five minutes before four. I wondered where Robert was and if he'd stopped by the house before coming to the school. And if Daniel was going to come with him. And if Katelyn was going to be there. And if he was going to yell at me when he saw me. I wasn't too into the idea of a shouting match in the middle of the hallway at school. Well, at least most of the student body had already left. The only people around were the members of the dance team who were tumbling around outside and the dance committee members who were painting signs about the spring bash.
I shuffled slowly to the office, running my fingers against the wall on the way. I stopped about halfway there to read the announcements on the bulletin board. Nothing interesting there. Most of them were old flyers from student council elections or club meetings. I continued on my way arriving at the office much sooner than I'd have liked... which wasn't hard, seeing as I would have liked to never arrive there.
No one was really around, so I tapped on Mr. Shevins' door.
“Come in,” he said, so I pushed the door open.
“Hey. Robert's still not here?”
Mr. S looked up at his clock. “Nope. He's still got a couple of minutes. Take a seat.”
I plopped down watching him finish some paperwork. “Whatcha doin'?”
“Just finishing some work.” Vague enough. “How was your afternoon?”
“Better than my morning.”
“That's good to hear. No more fights then, I assume?”
“Nope.”
He was about to say something else, but was distracted by two figures barging through the office door. I looked back to see Robert and Daniel, neither looking too thrilled about being at my school.
Mr. Shevins stood, smoothing out his tie and walking towards the two men. He introduced himself and snagged a chair from the waiting area, ushering my brothers to his office. He placed the chair between the one I was sitting in and the other and asked them to please sit. I was not ready for this at all. My throat was dry now and my palms sweaty, shaking slightly. I had to be tough, though. I had to let them know that I hadn't done anything wrong. That I was just defending this kid. Surely they would understand. Right?
The conference started out with small talk and uncomfortable laughs between Robert and Mr. Shevins, with Daniel looking in my direction, a not-so-happy expression on his face. Then they got down to the nitty gritty.
“Jessica was in a fight today.”
There. He said it. I sort of winced at the words, and kept my gaze averted towards the cobweb in the corner of his office.
“It's not the first time this has happened – she received a warning in the past.”
I felt three pairs of eyes staring at me.
“Jessica, do you want to tell them what happened?”
No, I really did not. But I think it was more of a request than a question, and I didn't want to make this situation any worse. Besides, this was my chance to use my gift for words.
I looked up at Mr. Shevins, glancing over at my brothers, then back to Mr. Shevins. I could look in his eyes as I told my story, explaining what was going through my head and why I'd decided to beat the crap out of an eighth grader twice my size. I told every detail, probably exaggerating some parts for my own benefit. Then I went back to staring at my cobweb, letting Mr. S go on with what he had to say. It was actually nothing really that interesting. He just let them know what my punishment was and that he was worried that I was veering off to the wrong path and he didn't want to see that happen to me since I was mostly a good kid. He also told them that he knew my circumstances and had let me off fairly lightly, but would likely not continue to do so in the future if this happens again. Robert assured him that I would be dealt with adequately at home. I said nothing.
The meeting was over at 4:22. The hallways were empty of the dance committee and our steps echoed as we trudged towards the car. “What's for dinner?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation on lighter topics and not the fact that we'd just had a conference about my behavior.
Neither of my brothers answered me, just continued walking ahead.
“Did you guys have a good day?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. I couldn't deal with the silent treatment. Quiet drove me crazy.
“Was okay until I got a phone call from Mr. Shevins,” Robert said.
And then silence again.
I busied myself with running my fingers against the wall until we got outside. Then I concentrated on trying not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk. It was what I had to do to keep from being worried about being in trouble.
When we got in the car, Robert blew up. “What were you thinking, Jessica Lynne?”
“I already told you what I was thinking. The douchebag called someone...”
“A faggot, yeah, I know...”
“Don't say it out loud!”
“... but why do you think that gives you the right to pound on him like that?”
“I get my temper from you,” I sneered, folding my arms and staring out the window.
Robert looked at Daniel who shrugged.
“The guy deserved it. He was a prick and needed to be put in his place.” No one could disagree with that statement.
“Why didn't you just tell a teacher?”
“Tell a teacher? Hah!” I laughed. “The teachers don't care. They probably call people the f-word in their sleep.”
He sighed. “What bothers me the most is that you resorted to violence in a situation where it wasn't warranted. Oh, and that this isn't the first time that you've fought at school. How come I didn't know about previous altercations?”
“Ugh! Who cares about what happened in the past? It's done and over with. And who cares that I punched him? He deserved it. He was a douche. End of story.”
“Do not use that tone with me, Young Lady.”
“Then don't use YOUR tone with me! This is stupid and unfair! I don't deserve to get in trouble for this. I was just standing up for what I believe in!” I was pretty livid by this time, and on the verge of punching something else.
I think that Robert was about to go into cardiac arrest at my outburst. “Are you really talking to me like that, Jessica?”
“Yeah.”
Daniel spoke softly to Robert now, probably telling him to calm down, then turned around. “You need to cool it with the attitude, girl.”
“Tell him to cool it with the attitude! He's getting all up in my business for nothing!”
“For nothing?” Robert said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “You got in a fight at school! Do you even realize how serious this is? You could've gotten suspended! The only reason you didn't is because Mr. Shevins feels sorry for you!”
“Whatever,” I said, and pulled my ipod out of my backpack, plugging my ears with more poetic screaming (with some whining added in). I turned the volume up loud enough to where I couldn't hear Robert's rant, putting the hood on my jacket up so that he couldn't see that I wasn't listening to him. He's not an idiot, though, and within seconds Daniel was turned around tugging my earphones out.
“You do NOT ignore me when I'm talking to you!”
“Shut UP!” I shouted back. “You're not my fucking dad! You're just my brother, you're just Robert, okay? So leave me alone and stop trying to be my dad, 'cause you're not him!!!” I almost started crying but instead punched the door and swallowed the lump, breathing in.
Robert gave up on talking for the rest of the ride. Not that it mattered. I wasn't going to listen to him anyway. Oh, and the rest of the ride only lasted about two minutes.
We pulled into the driveway and I instantly opened my door, then slammed it behind me, storming into the house. I stomped up the stairs.
“Jessica Lynne Parker! Get down here!” Robert yelled.
“NO!” I yelled back.
I made it to my room and slammed the door shut, rattling the walls a little. Katelyn was lying on her bed with her math book open and glanced up upon my arrival.
“Bad conference?”
“I don't wanna talk about it,” I muttered, slumping down to the floor and sitting against the door. I felt rotten inside, not only because I was pissed off, but also because I knew I was in deep trouble. I shouldn't have talked to my brother like that, and I knew it, but I just couldn't help it. I hated him so much sometimes.
Katelyn shrugged and went back to doing her homework. I knew the curiosity had to be eating her alive. I was about to give her the gruesome details, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Go away,” I said.
He didn't listen to me, but tried to open the door, only to find that I was leaning against it.
“Jessica, it's me. Stop acting immature and let me in,” Daniel said.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, opening the door. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk.” He barged in without my permission, not allowing me the chance to protest. Instead, he glanced at my sister. “Can you give us a few minutes, Kate, please?”
Katelyn nodded and closed her book, tucking it under her arm and stalking away silently.
I opened my mouth to say something again, but Daniel beat me to it. “I don't know where you get this idea that you can speak to your brother like that, but I will assure you right now that it is going to stop, Young Lady, do you understand me?”
“But...”
“I didn't ask for an explanation. I asked if you understood me. That is a yes or no question.”
I folded my arms.
“I am speaking to you respectfully and like an adult, and I expect you to do the same with me.”
I didn't say anything.
“Sit down. Let's talk.”
He didn't give me much of a choice, but instead grabbed my wrist and walked with me to my bed, sitting me down and easing himself down next to me.
“I am very disappointed in you, Jessica,” he said calmly, moving my chin so that I was looking into his eyes instead of the carpet. “I cannot believe that you would act the way you just did. I expected more out of you.” Ouch. “It was almost like there was a different person in the car with me a few minutes ago. Aren't you embarrassed at the immaturity that you just displayed?”
I shrugged. “I was mad. Robert was being mean.”
“That's where you're wrong, Young Lady. Robert wasn't being mean. He was trying to understand what happened today.”
“He was yelling at me.”
“He was not yelling...”
“Yes he was!” I said, a little too loudly.
Daniel paused a second. “Are you getting sharp with me?”
Oops. “Sorry.”
“Your brother cares deeply for you, Jessica. He took you in when you had no one. He is trying to do the right thing here. For one, you have to give him a break – he doesn't know how to raise a teenage girl. And I assure you that he is doing his damnedest to do the best job he can. And secondly, you need to look at the situation from his point of view. He received a call this afternoon from his little sister's school talking about a conference. He gets there to find out that she's been in a fight, and while she had been provoked – I'll give you that – it had clearly not been out of self-defense... don't talk, just listen,” he ordered when he saw me open my mouth. “The fight was clearly not out of self-defense as she had not been pushed, hit, slapped, or punched. And to top it off, she has been in fights before this one, so this fighting thing seems to be a reoccurring pattern. When he asks her what she was thinking, she not only gets defensive, but also starts yelling and getting very disrespectful with him. Come on, Jess, I know that you can see it from his point of view.”
“Well, I don't.”
“Don't you want to be an attorney? You know you have to be able to look at both points of view if you're going to do that type of work.”
I folded my arms and poked out my lower lip in a pout. He was right, though. I took a second to think about how Robert had felt about the whole situation, and kind of understood. Kind of.
“I still don't think I should be in trouble,” I said.
“Okay. Now, why couldn't you have spoken that calmly to Robert earlier?”
“I dunno. He made me mad. He was getting all mad, too.”
“Let me tell you something,” Daniel began, finally letting go of my chin and scooting back a little, turning towards me. “There are going to be a lot of people in this world who make you mad...” I was about to say something again, but he gave me a look that quickly shut me up. Geeze, why did he have to do all the talking! “And there are pricks EVERYWHERE. You will have bosses who are jerkoffs, who tell you to do stuff that you don't want to do, and who insult not only gay people, but women, people with disabilities, African Americans, Latinos, Asians, and I could go on forever. You will have friends who piss you off. People in the grocery store. Doctors. Teachers. Senators. Police officers. In fact, I'm not sure that there could ever be someone who wouldn't make you mad about something. But you know what? You can't just go around hitting them all. If you did, you could kiss that dream of law school goodbye because you'll be paying off settlements and court fines for the rest of your life. And furthermore, you will never be respected. No one wants to listen to someone who goes around getting angry and cursing at and hitting everyone to get their point across. Right?”
Ugh, I hated admitting that someone else was right. So I just chose to avoid the question. “I'm sorry for fighting and being mean to Robert,” I said instead.
He nodded. “Now after saying all of that, I feel like an ass for telling you that you're going to be spanked.”
“Wait... didn't you just say that you can't go around hitting everyone to get your point across?”
“I already got my point across, didn't I? You're going to be spanked because what you did today has to have consequences. And then after your spanking, you will go downstairs and apologize to your brother, do you understand?”
“But Danielllll!” I whined. “You're being hypocritical. Saying that I can't hit someone, but you can hit me.”
“Well, let's put it this way – you thought it'd be a good idea to go around punching everyone who upset you, so now you have to pay the consequences, and you get to see what it's like to be hit when you do something wrong.”
“Still hypocritical...” I said.
“You know that you deserve it,” he said. He stood up, walking towards my desk and pulling my chair out from under it. He pulled me up, then brought me towards him, sitting himself down on the chair. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
“Wait! Daniel... please... can't we just talk about this?”
“When you resolve your next argument with talking, then you and I will be able to talk about it. But today you decided to resolve an argument physically, and therefore, you and I will resolve our problem physically. Sounds like a fair deal to me.” He tugged my jeans down to my knees.
“But...” I was cut off because he placed me over his lap. Staring at the carpet made me lose my train of thought and my ability to talk my way out of trouble. It was awful.
He began the spanking, popping me on my panty-clad bottom with a stronger hand than I'd imagined him having. In fact, it was so hard that I couldn't help but squirm and cry out after each one. Which was strange, considering that I've been pelted with softballs and broken bones without shedding a tear. But this was different. Mostly because I knew how upset Daniel and Robert were with me.
“I expect you to act your age, Jessica Lynne,” Daniel scolded. “And not like a three year old. You are a teenager now, and it is time to stop this childish behavior, especially if you want to be treated like an adult, do you understand?”
“Yesssss, owww, Daniel. Please stop!”
“You should be embarrassed at the behavior you displayed today, not only at school but also in the car towards your brother.”
“I ammmm!” I pleaded, reaching back to block him from spanking me.
He spanked around my hand, finally pushing it away, but continuing to rain down the smacks. “And I will absolutely not tolerate the disrespect you've shown. Keep it up and you will make this trip over my knee more often than you like.”
“Okayyyy! I won't be disrespectful. Just please stop!” I begged. “Please. I'll be good.”
Daniel swatted me more and more, hitting every so often on my sit spots and in areas that my panties didn't quite cover up (which made me squeal like a little girl!). And then he did something that I totally didn't expect – he pulled them down! Right to my knees! I was so embarrassed that I thought I was going to die.
“No wait! Daniel! Don't do that!” I pleaded, squirming to get off of his lap.
He held on to me tightly, though, giving me a few more swats. “You know you deserve this, Jessica. You've acted very childish today. Now, stop squirming and accept the consequences for your actions.”
I stopped fighting for a moment. “But I don't want to be spanked, Daniel. And not on the bare! It's too embarrassing!”
“Just like you embarrassed Robert and me today,” he said, repositioning me again and circling my waist with his left arm only to start the spanking again. I bucked and kicked fiercely.
“Oooowwwww!” I howled. “I'm sorry for embarrassing you guys!!!”
He didn't answer me with anything but more smacks, getting a definite rhythm and working his way from cheek to cheek, sit spot to sit spot, making sure that I would feel this for a few days. “Robert and I care about you too much for you to continue to behave so irresponsibly and immaturely. You were very lucky that your vice principal let you off with a couple of detentions and a conference. And you're equally lucky that the kid's parent didn't press charges on you.”
“Oooowwww, yessss, I knowww!” I whined. “Pleaseee Daniel!! Please stoppp!! I understand!!!”
Still, my pleas were to no avail. He kept up the punishment, causing my bottom to feel like it was on fire. I kicked and squirmed as much as my little body could, even reached back a couple of times only to have my hands restrained.
I was almost broken when he stopped. He lifted me up. “Nose in the corner,” he instructed, practically dragging me there. He returned moments later and helped me back over his lap. I hadn't seen what he'd brought back with him, only felt the damn wooden hairbrush crack against my backside seconds later. As if his hand didn't hurt enough. By the third swat, I was bawling like a baby. I was blubbering apologies and kicking and howling. I'd take a punch to the stomach any day!
When he'd given me what felt like a million swats (when in reality it was probably twenty-ish), he lifted me up. He stood me in front of him as I wiped my eyes, body shaking and breathing unsteady. He looked into my teary eyes.
“Jessica Lynne, are we going to have to have this conversation again?” he asked me seriously.
“N-no, Daniel. We won't,” I promised him.
He softened up, then brought me in for a hug. “Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you, too,” I sniffled.
He held me for a few seconds, then released. “Get yourself re-dressed and go apologize. Then get started on your homework, okay?”
I nodded, pulling up my panties, wincing as they touched my tender backside. My jeans were the most difficult to pull up – I certainly didn't want any tight material on my bottom right now!! But the alternative would be going downstairs with my glowing bottom on display, and that was totally not happening!
I held Daniel's hand as I wobbled down the stairs. Katelyn was sitting at the table, finishing her math homework, and Robert was planted in front of the television, watching the news.
“Robert,” I said weakly, releasing the grip I'd had on Daniel's hand. “I'm sorry for being mean to you today and for getting an attitude. And I'm sorry for fighting, too.”
He held out his arms, inviting me in for a hug. I pushed myself forward, falling into his arms. “I love you, kid sis,” he said, then gave me pretty much the same lecture I'd just gotten from my other brother. Geeze, they were too much alike. But I didn't say anything, just promised him that I'd behave.
Story: Run Away Smartass
First story in the Jessica/Katelyn Series, written by Mackenzie through Katelyn's point of view. Katelyn introduces herself and gives a little background. Then she runs away from her older brother, Robert, who immediately lets her know that endangering her own safety will result in a spanking.
Run Away Smartass
by Mackenzie
When I was 13 years old, the worst thing that could have ever possibly happened to me did… my parents died. That’s right, 13 years old and parents are dead. Now my sister and I are left alone to fend for ourselves, right? Well, not exactly. They sent both of us to live with our older brother, Robert, age 26, married to a man by the name of Daniel, age 27.
Yes, our brother is gay. Is that such a surprise?
It was to my parents. They couldn’t get over it for years. In fact, as I recall, Robert was kicked out of the house for a couple of years when he was 22 and just starting out in medical school. He had to stay at a friend’s whenever he came home. Then, Daniel came into his life and my parents met him. All of a sudden, they let Robert back into their lives. It was like he had never been kicked out in the first place. I really think Daniel made all the difference in the world with regards to that entire situation. Because of Daniel, I finally got a chance to see my brother again without being yelled at mercilessly every time I did go to see him.
And that was the greatest gift I could have ever been given.
Anyone who talks to me knows I’m super close to my brother. For Jessica, it wasn’t the same. She fought with Robert all the time. It was like whenever something went wrong they were at each other’s throats. She must have cried a million times at the mean things he said to her when we were younger. Even after he grew up and stopped saying those things, I don’t think she ever forgave him. By that point, they still had a rocky relationship. It was like stepping on eggshells between the two of them. I’m pretty sure that the moment she stepped into that house after our parents had died, she was more resentful than she had ever been.
But then again, maybe I’m just reading too much into the situation.
The point is, when my sister and I were 13, our parents died and we were sent off to live with our older brother, as he was our closest living relative. It’s as simple as that; no more, no less.
Except that it wasn’t as simple as that.
Because it turns out that Robert and Daniel were both incredibly strict as parents/guardians, as the first time I messed up I got in trouble for it big time. And no, I did not just get a talking to. I thought at the time that they’d ground me because I was too old for anything else. But I guess I was wrong.
I think it was about 2 months after Jessica and I had come to live with him, when I ran away from home for the first time. I had gotten into a fight with Robert, which wasn’t something that happened all that often. In fact, it happened usually once in a blue moon. That’s about how rare it was. I screamed at him a lot about something I barely remember. It was probably something like…
Oh wait, now I remember what it was.
I had wanted to spend a night at a friend’s house but Robert didn’t want me to because there would be no adult at my friend’s house overnight into the following morning. Of course at the time, I thought he was being unreasonable so I yelled and screamed at him; even though he was being incredibly reasonable.
“Robert!” I yelled, “You don’t get it! I really want to spend the night at Melissa’s house!”
“Well, Katelyn, I’m sorry… but you can’t.” he replied.
“Why not?”
“I already talked to Melissa’s mom and she told me there would be no one there overnight and into in the morning. I don’t want you being at that house alone at nighttime and in the morning. It’s not safe.”
“That’s fucking ridiculous!” I shouted at him. “You can’t tell me I can’t go!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady,” he said, pointing his finger. “And I can tell you not to go. I’m your legal guardian. I have every right to tell you what you can and cannot do.”
“Whatever…” I muttered. “I’ll go anyway.”
“No, you will not, Katelyn Rose Parker.”
“Watch me.” I replied as I bolted out the door and just started running down the street; running even as he shouted after me to come back, even as he began running after me. I wouldn’t stop and I didn’t… he grabbed me before I could stop of my own free will.
He turned me around and looked me dead in the eye. “You are in deep trouble, young lady.”
And then he hauled me back home. I followed compliantly, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. I guess that this was a good thing, because I probably would have gotten it way worse if I hadn’t been compliant.
He pulled me through the front door and slammed it shut, stilling holding tightly to my arm. “Katelyn Rose, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
I looked up at him timidly, not wanting to say anything for fear of incurring his wrath.
“Well, Katelyn, what do you have to say for yourself?”
I said nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Follow me.”
He grabbed my hand and took me upstairs to my and Jessica’s bedroom. Jessica wasn’t there. At the time I think she was at softball practice and Daniel, well, Daniel was gone running errands. So it was just me and Robert at home at that time.
The moment we got through the doorway, he slammed the door shut and practically carried to my bed then threw me down on it. “Do you have any idea how stupid what you just did is?”
I looked at him fearfully, “No…” I whispered.
“Well, it was very stupid, Katelyn,” he sighed and sat down next to me. “You can’t run off like that. If you had gotten away from me and kept running you could have gotten hurt very badly. It’s dangerous to be roaming around by yourself at your age and anything could have happened if I hadn’t run after you and caught you.”
I nodded, even though I thought everything he said was bullshit. I didn’t want to be in any more trouble than I already was, so I just swallowed my tongue and shut my mouth.
“I’m going to have to punish you for trying to run off like that,” he said.
“No you don’t…” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, Katelyn, believe me, I do. I wouldn’t be a good brother if I just let you get away with it.”
“Yes you would, Robert.”
“Nice try, Katelyn,” he said. “But I’m still going to have to punish you,” he paused. “I’m going to give you a spanking.”
“A what!?” I asked, practically shouting because I was so shocked.
“You heard me, a spanking.”
“No, no, no… Robert, you can’t!”
“Yes, I can and I am,” he replied. “And don’t even think about fighting back because the last time you did that is what got you into this mess in the first place.”
I whimpered and he stared me down for a moment before telling me, “Pull down your pants, Katelyn Rose.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, you have to.”
I whimpered again but complied for fear of getting into worse trouble and pulled down my pants. As soon as I did so he pulled me over his lap and pulled down my panties. Then he started smacking me immediately, without scolding me even a little bit.
You may have thought that I wouldn’t have struggled, but trust me, I tried very hard to get up. I screamed and squirmed and flailed.
“Katelyn Rose, you stay still this moment or I swear I will use more than just my hand.”
“Let me the fuck go, Robert!” I didn’t even care about being compliant anymore. I just struggled as much as I possibly could, until I got up and ran away from him, pulling up my panties and throwing the door open then running down the hallway. In that exact moment, Daniel came through the doorway, keys in hand.
“Katelyn,” he began in an inquiring tone. “What is going on up there?”
I didn’t answer him, I just ran down the stairs and behind his back as Robert followed me, nostrils flaring, “Daniel, don’t let him spank me.”
“Why would he be spanking you, Katelyn?” he asked.
“Because she tried to run away,” Robert replied angrily as he came towards us. “Luckily I caught her before she got too far.” He glared at me.
Daniel stared down at me and I looked back up at him fearfully. “Is this true, Katelyn?” he asked.
Now, I looked down, feeling very guilty. I didn’t say anything.
“Uh huh,” he said. “I thought so. Come on Katelyn,” he said. “Let’s go back upstairs.”
“No, Daniel…” I whined. “You can’t let him spank me.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that, young lady.” What the hell was it with the two of them calling me that today? What, had Daniel suddenly taken it upon himself to be a secondary parent? Oh wait, I guess he was since he had custody over me too. Ha… haha…
Yay for fake laughter.
“Come on, follow me.” Daniel told me.
I followed almost unwillingly, but knew that if Daniel was backing Robert up, I probably shouldn’t fight. So I just let him lead me up the stairs and back into my and Jessica’s bedroom. He sat me down on my bed and Robert came in behind him, arms crossed, nostrils flaring, eyebrows arched down with a glare in his eyes. He definitely wasn’t happy.
“Robert, what exactly happened?” he asked him.
“Well…” he started. “She wanted to spend the night at a friend’s house and I told her no because there wasn’t going to be an adult there during the night into the next morning. Then she proceeded to tell me that she was going to go anyway. I told her no and she said watch me then ran out of the door and down the street. Of course, I caught her, luckily. If I hadn’t she’d probably have gotten hurt.” I harrumphed to that because I wondered what he thought spanking was. That certainly did hurt… a LOT. “So I told her she was going to get a spanking for doing that and she proceeded to fight me during the spanking and then run away from me in the middle of it.”
“Well, Katelyn, you’ve certainly made a grand entrance to today.” Daniel said. I looked down at my feet. “I think that Robert’s justified in spanking you. You deserve it for doing that. What you did could have turned into something dangerous.”
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” Robert replied in regards to that statement.
“You need to let Robert finish doing his job. He’s your guardian and has every right to punish you.”
I whimpered a little bit at that.
“You deserve it, Katelyn,” he said, then to Robert. “I’ll leave so you can finish your business here.”
“Thanks, Dan,” he said as Daniel walked out the door and shut it behind him.
Robert sat down on the bed next to me and said, “Come on, sis, over my lap.” I whined but decided to comply this time, as I didn’t want to get more than I was probably already getting. Also, I probably wouldn’t make such a great escape if I tried to fight back again.
He pulled my panties down again and put his hand on my bottom, resting it there for a split second before raising it in the air and smacking my bottom over and over again, roughly. There was no particular rhythm. It was more sporadic than anything; but rhythm didn’t really matter. It hurt like hell no matter how he was spanking me. And even though this time I didn’t exactly fight, I certainly didn’t keep still. I was kicking and screaming. He was just hitting me so hard!
And trust me… it hurt like hell. You never want Robert to spank you. He does it well… which is bad for me.
I think he must have kept me over his knee for at least 10 minutes before he lifted me up. I immediately put my hands to my backside and started to rub, but a pair of hands caught my own. “You’re not getting off that easily, Katelyn Rose. Remember what I said before?” I shuddered at his question. I did… now. “About how you’d get more if you didn’t stay still? Well, you’re getting more,” he paused. “Wherever that wooden hairbrush of yours is, go get it.”
I nodded, wiping the few tears that had come out of my eyes away, and left to go to the bathroom where I kept a lot of my stuff. It was in the drawer underneath the sink. When I got there, I opened it up and took it out, wishing I could just drop it and run; but I knew if I didn’t get back soon, Robert would definitely use more on me than just this brush. So I ran back to the bedroom and handed it to him, though I wasn’t happy about it.
“Good girl,” he said. “Come on, back over,” he told me, helping me over.
He immediately picked back up where he had left off and just started smacking me over and over again. For about a minute or so, I kept myself together. After that minute or so was over, I was screaming again. I’m sure by that point my bottom was crimson red. It certainly felt that way; it hurt so much. It took me awhile before I finally started crying and even longer before I started full out sobbing. I think that’s when I broke. And I also think that that’s all Robert was looking for, the moment I broke. Because as soon as I was sobbing and muttering apology after apology, he stopped. He gave me two final smacks on each thigh and then stopped.
It wasn’t until I heard his soothing voice that I actually realized he had finally stopped spanking me, though.
“Shh, Katelyn, shh…” he said while he rubbed my back. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’m all finished. I’m not gonna spank you anymore.” He let me cry for a minute or so before he lifted me up and held me close, hugging me tightly.
“I’m sorry, Robert. I’m so sorry.” I finally said in a coherent voice after I had been all cried out.
“It’s ok, baby. Just promise me you won’t do something like that again. If I hadn’t caught you there was potential for something really bad to happen.”
I nodded. “I know. I promise, Robert.”
“I love you, Kate.”
“I know,” I replied. “I love you too.”
He gave me one last hug and a kiss on my forehead before lifting me up onto my feet. I took this as an opportunity to pull up my panties and put my pants back on.
“You should probably get yourself cleaned up so we can go pick up your sister from softball practice.”
I pouted. “I don’t want to go with you to pick up Jessica.”
“Oh really?” he asked. “Well, then I guess you don’t want to go get ice cream either.”
I perked up at that statement, “Okay, never mind. I DO want to go with you to pick up Jessica.”
He laughed. “I knew that would win you over.”
“Whatever” I said as I threw a pillow at him. But the door shut before it could hit him.
The only thing I could hear after that was him laughing down the entire hallway and down the stairs.
This had been the weirdest, most random day of my life.
Oh and for the record... yes, I am a complete sarcastic smartass.
Run Away Smartass
by Mackenzie
When I was 13 years old, the worst thing that could have ever possibly happened to me did… my parents died. That’s right, 13 years old and parents are dead. Now my sister and I are left alone to fend for ourselves, right? Well, not exactly. They sent both of us to live with our older brother, Robert, age 26, married to a man by the name of Daniel, age 27.
Yes, our brother is gay. Is that such a surprise?
It was to my parents. They couldn’t get over it for years. In fact, as I recall, Robert was kicked out of the house for a couple of years when he was 22 and just starting out in medical school. He had to stay at a friend’s whenever he came home. Then, Daniel came into his life and my parents met him. All of a sudden, they let Robert back into their lives. It was like he had never been kicked out in the first place. I really think Daniel made all the difference in the world with regards to that entire situation. Because of Daniel, I finally got a chance to see my brother again without being yelled at mercilessly every time I did go to see him.
And that was the greatest gift I could have ever been given.
Anyone who talks to me knows I’m super close to my brother. For Jessica, it wasn’t the same. She fought with Robert all the time. It was like whenever something went wrong they were at each other’s throats. She must have cried a million times at the mean things he said to her when we were younger. Even after he grew up and stopped saying those things, I don’t think she ever forgave him. By that point, they still had a rocky relationship. It was like stepping on eggshells between the two of them. I’m pretty sure that the moment she stepped into that house after our parents had died, she was more resentful than she had ever been.
But then again, maybe I’m just reading too much into the situation.
The point is, when my sister and I were 13, our parents died and we were sent off to live with our older brother, as he was our closest living relative. It’s as simple as that; no more, no less.
Except that it wasn’t as simple as that.
Because it turns out that Robert and Daniel were both incredibly strict as parents/guardians, as the first time I messed up I got in trouble for it big time. And no, I did not just get a talking to. I thought at the time that they’d ground me because I was too old for anything else. But I guess I was wrong.
I think it was about 2 months after Jessica and I had come to live with him, when I ran away from home for the first time. I had gotten into a fight with Robert, which wasn’t something that happened all that often. In fact, it happened usually once in a blue moon. That’s about how rare it was. I screamed at him a lot about something I barely remember. It was probably something like…
Oh wait, now I remember what it was.
I had wanted to spend a night at a friend’s house but Robert didn’t want me to because there would be no adult at my friend’s house overnight into the following morning. Of course at the time, I thought he was being unreasonable so I yelled and screamed at him; even though he was being incredibly reasonable.
“Robert!” I yelled, “You don’t get it! I really want to spend the night at Melissa’s house!”
“Well, Katelyn, I’m sorry… but you can’t.” he replied.
“Why not?”
“I already talked to Melissa’s mom and she told me there would be no one there overnight and into in the morning. I don’t want you being at that house alone at nighttime and in the morning. It’s not safe.”
“That’s fucking ridiculous!” I shouted at him. “You can’t tell me I can’t go!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady,” he said, pointing his finger. “And I can tell you not to go. I’m your legal guardian. I have every right to tell you what you can and cannot do.”
“Whatever…” I muttered. “I’ll go anyway.”
“No, you will not, Katelyn Rose Parker.”
“Watch me.” I replied as I bolted out the door and just started running down the street; running even as he shouted after me to come back, even as he began running after me. I wouldn’t stop and I didn’t… he grabbed me before I could stop of my own free will.
He turned me around and looked me dead in the eye. “You are in deep trouble, young lady.”
And then he hauled me back home. I followed compliantly, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. I guess that this was a good thing, because I probably would have gotten it way worse if I hadn’t been compliant.
He pulled me through the front door and slammed it shut, stilling holding tightly to my arm. “Katelyn Rose, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
I looked up at him timidly, not wanting to say anything for fear of incurring his wrath.
“Well, Katelyn, what do you have to say for yourself?”
I said nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. “Follow me.”
He grabbed my hand and took me upstairs to my and Jessica’s bedroom. Jessica wasn’t there. At the time I think she was at softball practice and Daniel, well, Daniel was gone running errands. So it was just me and Robert at home at that time.
The moment we got through the doorway, he slammed the door shut and practically carried to my bed then threw me down on it. “Do you have any idea how stupid what you just did is?”
I looked at him fearfully, “No…” I whispered.
“Well, it was very stupid, Katelyn,” he sighed and sat down next to me. “You can’t run off like that. If you had gotten away from me and kept running you could have gotten hurt very badly. It’s dangerous to be roaming around by yourself at your age and anything could have happened if I hadn’t run after you and caught you.”
I nodded, even though I thought everything he said was bullshit. I didn’t want to be in any more trouble than I already was, so I just swallowed my tongue and shut my mouth.
“I’m going to have to punish you for trying to run off like that,” he said.
“No you don’t…” I whispered.
“Oh yeah, Katelyn, believe me, I do. I wouldn’t be a good brother if I just let you get away with it.”
“Yes you would, Robert.”
“Nice try, Katelyn,” he said. “But I’m still going to have to punish you,” he paused. “I’m going to give you a spanking.”
“A what!?” I asked, practically shouting because I was so shocked.
“You heard me, a spanking.”
“No, no, no… Robert, you can’t!”
“Yes, I can and I am,” he replied. “And don’t even think about fighting back because the last time you did that is what got you into this mess in the first place.”
I whimpered and he stared me down for a moment before telling me, “Pull down your pants, Katelyn Rose.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, you have to.”
I whimpered again but complied for fear of getting into worse trouble and pulled down my pants. As soon as I did so he pulled me over his lap and pulled down my panties. Then he started smacking me immediately, without scolding me even a little bit.
You may have thought that I wouldn’t have struggled, but trust me, I tried very hard to get up. I screamed and squirmed and flailed.
“Katelyn Rose, you stay still this moment or I swear I will use more than just my hand.”
“Let me the fuck go, Robert!” I didn’t even care about being compliant anymore. I just struggled as much as I possibly could, until I got up and ran away from him, pulling up my panties and throwing the door open then running down the hallway. In that exact moment, Daniel came through the doorway, keys in hand.
“Katelyn,” he began in an inquiring tone. “What is going on up there?”
I didn’t answer him, I just ran down the stairs and behind his back as Robert followed me, nostrils flaring, “Daniel, don’t let him spank me.”
“Why would he be spanking you, Katelyn?” he asked.
“Because she tried to run away,” Robert replied angrily as he came towards us. “Luckily I caught her before she got too far.” He glared at me.
Daniel stared down at me and I looked back up at him fearfully. “Is this true, Katelyn?” he asked.
Now, I looked down, feeling very guilty. I didn’t say anything.
“Uh huh,” he said. “I thought so. Come on Katelyn,” he said. “Let’s go back upstairs.”
“No, Daniel…” I whined. “You can’t let him spank me.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that, young lady.” What the hell was it with the two of them calling me that today? What, had Daniel suddenly taken it upon himself to be a secondary parent? Oh wait, I guess he was since he had custody over me too. Ha… haha…
Yay for fake laughter.
“Come on, follow me.” Daniel told me.
I followed almost unwillingly, but knew that if Daniel was backing Robert up, I probably shouldn’t fight. So I just let him lead me up the stairs and back into my and Jessica’s bedroom. He sat me down on my bed and Robert came in behind him, arms crossed, nostrils flaring, eyebrows arched down with a glare in his eyes. He definitely wasn’t happy.
“Robert, what exactly happened?” he asked him.
“Well…” he started. “She wanted to spend the night at a friend’s house and I told her no because there wasn’t going to be an adult there during the night into the next morning. Then she proceeded to tell me that she was going to go anyway. I told her no and she said watch me then ran out of the door and down the street. Of course, I caught her, luckily. If I hadn’t she’d probably have gotten hurt.” I harrumphed to that because I wondered what he thought spanking was. That certainly did hurt… a LOT. “So I told her she was going to get a spanking for doing that and she proceeded to fight me during the spanking and then run away from me in the middle of it.”
“Well, Katelyn, you’ve certainly made a grand entrance to today.” Daniel said. I looked down at my feet. “I think that Robert’s justified in spanking you. You deserve it for doing that. What you did could have turned into something dangerous.”
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” Robert replied in regards to that statement.
“You need to let Robert finish doing his job. He’s your guardian and has every right to punish you.”
I whimpered a little bit at that.
“You deserve it, Katelyn,” he said, then to Robert. “I’ll leave so you can finish your business here.”
“Thanks, Dan,” he said as Daniel walked out the door and shut it behind him.
Robert sat down on the bed next to me and said, “Come on, sis, over my lap.” I whined but decided to comply this time, as I didn’t want to get more than I was probably already getting. Also, I probably wouldn’t make such a great escape if I tried to fight back again.
He pulled my panties down again and put his hand on my bottom, resting it there for a split second before raising it in the air and smacking my bottom over and over again, roughly. There was no particular rhythm. It was more sporadic than anything; but rhythm didn’t really matter. It hurt like hell no matter how he was spanking me. And even though this time I didn’t exactly fight, I certainly didn’t keep still. I was kicking and screaming. He was just hitting me so hard!
And trust me… it hurt like hell. You never want Robert to spank you. He does it well… which is bad for me.
I think he must have kept me over his knee for at least 10 minutes before he lifted me up. I immediately put my hands to my backside and started to rub, but a pair of hands caught my own. “You’re not getting off that easily, Katelyn Rose. Remember what I said before?” I shuddered at his question. I did… now. “About how you’d get more if you didn’t stay still? Well, you’re getting more,” he paused. “Wherever that wooden hairbrush of yours is, go get it.”
I nodded, wiping the few tears that had come out of my eyes away, and left to go to the bathroom where I kept a lot of my stuff. It was in the drawer underneath the sink. When I got there, I opened it up and took it out, wishing I could just drop it and run; but I knew if I didn’t get back soon, Robert would definitely use more on me than just this brush. So I ran back to the bedroom and handed it to him, though I wasn’t happy about it.
“Good girl,” he said. “Come on, back over,” he told me, helping me over.
He immediately picked back up where he had left off and just started smacking me over and over again. For about a minute or so, I kept myself together. After that minute or so was over, I was screaming again. I’m sure by that point my bottom was crimson red. It certainly felt that way; it hurt so much. It took me awhile before I finally started crying and even longer before I started full out sobbing. I think that’s when I broke. And I also think that that’s all Robert was looking for, the moment I broke. Because as soon as I was sobbing and muttering apology after apology, he stopped. He gave me two final smacks on each thigh and then stopped.
It wasn’t until I heard his soothing voice that I actually realized he had finally stopped spanking me, though.
“Shh, Katelyn, shh…” he said while he rubbed my back. “It’s okay, baby girl. I’m all finished. I’m not gonna spank you anymore.” He let me cry for a minute or so before he lifted me up and held me close, hugging me tightly.
“I’m sorry, Robert. I’m so sorry.” I finally said in a coherent voice after I had been all cried out.
“It’s ok, baby. Just promise me you won’t do something like that again. If I hadn’t caught you there was potential for something really bad to happen.”
I nodded. “I know. I promise, Robert.”
“I love you, Kate.”
“I know,” I replied. “I love you too.”
He gave me one last hug and a kiss on my forehead before lifting me up onto my feet. I took this as an opportunity to pull up my panties and put my pants back on.
“You should probably get yourself cleaned up so we can go pick up your sister from softball practice.”
I pouted. “I don’t want to go with you to pick up Jessica.”
“Oh really?” he asked. “Well, then I guess you don’t want to go get ice cream either.”
I perked up at that statement, “Okay, never mind. I DO want to go with you to pick up Jessica.”
He laughed. “I knew that would win you over.”
“Whatever” I said as I threw a pillow at him. But the door shut before it could hit him.
The only thing I could hear after that was him laughing down the entire hallway and down the stairs.
This had been the weirdest, most random day of my life.
Oh and for the record... yes, I am a complete sarcastic smartass.
06 January 2010
Story: The Emo Story
A sad, misc story that I decided to write. Involves the spanking of a college-aged young woman by her friend. And it's sad but sweet. Not going to give anymore of a summary than that :)
The Emo Story
by Breanna Carter
Garth Brooks used to be my get drunk and party music. My best friend and I would drive to Texas with our mixed CD deafeningly loud, air conditioner on full blast, the summer sun in our eyes, talking and giggling about stupid shit. Then I moved to New Jersey. Now it seems the only time I listened to that CD was when I sat alone in my car, drinking a beer and talking on the phone, usually with tears streaming down my face. Like the night my mom called me, and I thought my world ended.
"I've been dreading making this phone call," she said.
I was afraid to ask what had happened. For legit reasons. "What is it?" I said in a half-whisper.
She took a deep breath in, quivering as she began. "Your grandma..." she broke off and my heart dropped. I heard a sob escape.
"Is... is she okay?"
There was a long pause on the end of the line, and I knew the answer to my question. I felt this knot in my throat and it was all of a sudden hard to swallow.
"Mom?" I croaked.
"She died this morning."
"What? You're kidding... tell me you're kidding."
"I'm sorry," she told me. "I don't want you to be upset." Hah, upset was an understatement. "She lived a full and happy life. She wouldn't want you to be upset." She paused, sniffling. "We can get a plane ticket for you to come home tomorrow night."
I nodded even though she couldn't see me, wiping the tears away as they fell.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah."
There was this long uncomfortable silence as we both held in our emotions. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Mom. Look... I need to go... Have a lot of school work."
"Call me if you want to talk," she said.
"Okay. Bye. Love you." Then I hung up the phone.
I stumbled into my apartment, numb-feeling, but not numb enough. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, plopping down at my kitchen table. Everything was out of focus. My heart was racing. Throat still knotted. This couldn't be true. It had to be some fucked up dream. In a few minutes I'd wake up in a cold sweat, only to find out that none of this happened. Or I'd get a call from a friend saying it had just been a prank. A mean prank, but just a prank. I stared at my phone, waiting for the phone call. When it didn't come, I drank more. I don't know why I drank. I knew it wouldn't make me feel any better.
Yet I drank. I don't know how many beers I'd ingested when I went back to my car, cell phone in one hand, Blue Moon in the other. "Stupid fucking snow," I muttered, kicking at it as I opened the door. "Stupid fucking cold weather. Stupid fucking New Jersey."
I took another swig of my beer and dialed my best friend's number. Actually, I didn't have to dial anything, just press the "T" on my keypad -- T for Tori.
"I hate this town," I told her. "And I miss your face. Listen!" I turned up the Garth Brooks song on my CD. "'I coulda missed the pain, but I'd've had to miss, the danceeee!'" I sang. "Remember our roadtrips?"
"You're fucking crazy," she laughed. "Are you drunk?"
I laughed, too, but the laughter quickly turned into sobbing... uncontrollable sobbing. I told her the news I'd gotten just moments before. I don't know what she said. I don't even know if I gave her much time to talk as I was blubbering the sob story one minute, cussing New Jersey the next.
"Tori. Do I get to see your face when I come home for my g-ma's funeral?" I asked.
"Of course. We can hang out and drive through our old neighborhood again like we used to."
I hung up from her and called an array of other old friends, remembering good times with them and crying and swearing and promising to visit when I came into town. I knew I wouldn't be able to see them, but at the time this didn't matter. Half of them cared, half of them probably just wanted to get my crazy drunk ass off the phone. I threw my empty beer bottle in the backseat of the car and realized I had no more beer. This meant I could do one of two things: I could go to the liquor store, or go to someone who had beer.
I chose the latter.
Cranking up my car, I somehow managed to back out of my parking space and safely out of the parking lot. By the time I got onto the street, I realized how drunk I was and how unsafe of a situation I was putting myself in. But I was a little too tipsy to care. Besides, no one was really out. It's not like anything would happen driving the three blocks to Michael's apartment complex.
And it didn't.
When I pulled into the parking spot -- albeit quite crookedly -- I dialed his number.
"Hey. Do you have any beer?" I asked.
"Hey you. No beer here. What's up?"
"I need some more beer. I'm at your house. Open the door."
"What?" he said. By now I was ambling down the path to apartment #35, trying to walk in a straight line but failing miserably.
"I said I'm here. Open the damn door."
He stuck his head out about the same time I arrived at his doorstep. Clicking his phone shut, he pushed the door open for me to come inside. "Are you drunk?" he asked.
"Fuck my life, Michael," I responded, crashing onto his sofa. "I need more alcohol. Do you have anything at all? Tequila? Vodka? Hypnotic? Anything?"
He closed the door and sat down beside me, lifting my chin to look into his eyes. "Izzy, are you drunk?"
"I had a rough night."
He let go of my chin, softening up. "What happened?"
I began my story, as I had many times that night, explaining the conversation with my mom and ending up on a tantrum about how much I hated being so far away from home. "It sucks up here," I said. "It's all snowy and cold and stupid and I hate it. I should've never come up here for school. If I hadn't come up here, then I could've been with my grandma. I could've taken care of her. And she'd be okay right now," I said, ugly tears falling down my cheeks, fists pounding into the wall. "I hate myself so much."
Michael pulled me in close, holding me against his chest. "I'm here, Izzy," he promised me. "I'm here. Cry it all out."
"I can't do this."
"Yes you can," he assured me, stroking my hair.
"Whatever, I just need more to drink," I told him, pushing myself up.
"I think you've had enough to drink."
"Please, do you have anything?"
"I don't. Come on, let's get some sleep."
"I don't want to sleep," I argued.
He stood up now, speaking to me in a soft tone. "Come on, Iz," he said and held out a hand to me. "It's late and you have a long day tomorrow."
That's when I threw a tantrum, right there in my friend's living room, that ended with me chunking my keys against the wall and finally falling into his arms with muttered apologies. "I don't know what's wrong with me," I cried.
He didn't speak, just kept me close to him, holding me tightly. When I'd finally regained control of my breathing, he walked me to his room. He pulled back the blankets on his bed. "Get in, Iz," he said gently.
Wiping my eyes, I followed his directions like a four year old and snuggled up on his bed, letting him tuck me in. It seemed natural when he kissed me on the forehead. "Everything's gonna be all right," he sang. "Rockabye." He knew that was my favorite song.
The next morning when I woke, my head was throbbing and my hair was matted to my face from having cried so much. Michael was still next to me typing away at his laptop.
"What time is it?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"Half past eleven."
"Holyshit," I yelped, bolting up. "I missed class."
"Don't worry about it. I emailed your professors for you and told them what happened."
"Y-you did?" I hadn't expected him to do this. I didn't even know he really knew my professors' names, much less email addresses. But I guess since he had taken most of the same classes, it couldn't have been too hard to figure out. Hm.
"Yes."
"What about work? Don't you have to go in today?"
"I called in. Told them I would work from home. Family emergency."
Family emergency. Did he consider me family?
He closed his laptop now and looked at me seriously. "We need to talk, Isabella," he said.
I looked down at my thumbs. "About what?" I hated it when he called me by my full name. Not only 'cause I hated my full name, but also 'cause I knew that meant I was in trouble.
He exhaled, putting his laptop on the floor and throwing an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. "How are you feeling?"
I shrugged. "Been better."
"I'm really sorry about your grandma," he said.
I sniffled, trying to keep my tears on the inside. "Me too."
"I'm worried about you."
"Why?" I asked, still looking at my thumbs.
"Because last night you did something really dangerous. And that worries me."
"Oh."
He lifted my chin to look into my eyes. His were deep blue, just like mine, and were filled with genuine worry and concern. "Why did you drive over here, Izzy?"
I shrugged.
"Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"
"I guess," I whispered, ignoring the tear that slipped down my cheek.
"I know that this is a hard time for you. Believe me, I know. And I'm here for you ALWAYS. You know that, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Why didn't you just call me? I would've come over, brought you back here. I would've done anything."
I didn't say anything.
"You were completely trashed last night and in absolutely no condition to drive. Not to mention you really weren't in the condition to drink in the first place."
"I know," I muttered softly, closing my eyes as a few more tears fell down.
He let go of my chin and hugged me tightly. "You know I love you, kiddo," he said in a gentle voice. "You've been a great friend of mine ever since we met in Philosophy 101 three years ago."
I couldn't help but laugh slightly at that statement. I remembered being a freshman, my first time ever in New Jersey, sitting next to the hott senior in one of the most boring classes ever. We'd clicked instantly because of our interest in sociology, and he'd helped me get through my first year of homesickness and procrastination. And I'd helped him get an A on his research study. And all because of that first semester philosophy class.
"I've seen you grow so much," he continued. "And you're almost finished. You're almost there. Are you going to throw that all away now? What if you'd have been in an accident? Gotten hurt? Gotten killed? And this close to graduating... this close to being the first college graduate from your family... all for what?"
"To kill the pain."
"Isabella, this isn't killing the pain," he said. "And you know it. It's just numbing it. And if one of those things had happened, it would've just added more, wouldn't it?"
I nodded, crying now. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I don't even have a good excuse. It just hurts so much."
He pulled away from me now, wiping my tears away and looking me in the eyes. "I know it does. But there are other ways to deal with that, okay? Ways that won't jeopardize your life and well being."
I nodded again. I noticed his eyes were also filling with tears. It felt awful to make him worry so much.
"Promise me you won't do this again?"
"I promise."
He swallowed hard and leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.
Was that all? He was just going to scold me a little? I thought that I must've been dreaming.
But he didn't say anything else. And I wasn't quite sure how to take it. If it'd been under any other circumstances, he would've worn my ass out -- literally. How do you think I made it through three years of college? My bare backside had felt the wrath of his belt more times than I'd like to admit. Otherwise I would've probably flunked out long ago.
"Michael?" I said in a weak voice.
"Yes?"
"Are you gonna... um... spank me?"
He sighed. "I don't want to," he answered.
"I don't want you to either."
There was a bit of an awkward silence.
"But maybe you should?" I said in a questioning tone.
"Maybe I should," he repeated.
I nodded. "I feel kinda guilty."
"I don't know if right now is the time... After all you've been through... It seems kinda cruel."
I shook my head. "It's not." I wanted to tell him that the endorphin rush would be amazing and just the general feeling of being cared-for would make up for any physical pain I would have to endure, but I didn't really know how to say it. And besides, all it took was a pathetic look into his eyes and I think he knew. But that's 'cause he knew me so well anyway.
He stood up and took my hand, pulling me up with him. We walked to the living room where he sat down on the sofa and I stood in front of him. He tugged at the button on my jeans, took down the zipper, and pulled my pants down to my knees. Then he held out his hand. "Come on, Izzy. Over my lap."
I did as told, grabbing a hold of his hand to help me over and positioning myself as comfortably as possible. I buried my face in my arms. I felt him peel my panties down, then rest a cool hand on my bare bum.
"Do you have anything to say before I get started?" he asked.
He always asked this question before he started the spanking -- I guess it was an attempt to get me to admit to any other wrongdoings before he went on with what he was doing. Or maybe it was so he could see how sorry I really was for what I'd done. At any rate, my answer was the same as usual: "No."
He lifted his hand and began the spanking. At first it was pretty mild. He spanked methodically with a slow pace, working his way from my sit spots to the top of my bottom, covering both cheeks. The spanking became harder as he progressed, but he took his time, never quick to rush the punishment along.
I squirmed slightly with each swat, crying out a little every so often, but was mostly subdued. He didn't scold me much during the actual spanking, mostly because he knew I couldn't listen much with so much pain being inflicted upon my posterior region.
"Ow... okay... ahh, oww! Michael, ow! I'm sorry!"
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I'm sorry, too. Sorry about your grandmother, and sorry that you've earned this spanking." Just 'cause he was sorry, though, doesn't mean that he stopped. And he didn't. If anything, he started spanking harder.
"Okay okay owww!" I said, reaching back now. "I won't do it again."
He caught my hand, holding it to the small of my back but continuing the spanking. "I know you won't do it again." He then gave me a flurry of swats to my sit spots and stopped, releasing my hand and resting his once again on my bum. "You know how come I know you won't do it again? Because I know that you realize how much of a danger you put yourself in. And I know that you realize how much I care about you. And I also know that you're going to have a painful reminder of what will happen if you ever pull a stunt like this again. Stand up."
I pushed myself up, standing beside him, chewing on my lower lip. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes, but I tried my damnedest not to let them.
"Go get the wooden spoon."
Ugh. I hate the damn wooden spoon. Probably more than I hate his belt.
"Get movin'," he said, giving me a hearty swat to my thigh.
Whining, I scampered to the kitchen, opening the silverware drawer. There were actually two wooden spoons in there, but only one of them was actually used for cooking. The other was especially reserved for warming my backside. It made me cringe when I saw it. I tried to tell myself that I deserved this and I'd feel better afterwards when I was all forgiven. That didn't convince me to get it.
In fact, I think the only thing that convinced me to get it was Michael's soft but stern voice saying, "today, Isabella."
I looked over at him, then back down in the drawer. The spanking spoon was bigger and heavier than the cooking spoon. I wondered what he'd do if I brought him the wrong one. Eh, probably wear me out with 'em both. Not worth chancing.
I picked up the damn spanking spoon and closed the drawer, then hobbled back towards him. "Do you really hafta use that?" I whined.
"Yes, ma'am, I do," he said. "And you know I do. Come on, back over." He helped me across his lap.
"I think I've learned my lesson with just the hand spanking," I said, my final pathetic attempt to get out of this.
He didn't even respond to me. I should've known he wouldn't.
Or I guess he did respond... just not in the way I wanted. He responded with the wooden spoon. It came crashing down, causing me to wince and squirm right away. I tried to think of something other than the awful fire that had been ignited on my bottom, but it proved to be very difficult. I tried singing comforting songs to myself in my head... you know, like Mary Had a Little Lamb... but only got to the third or fourth word before the pain distracted me. I couldn't help but reach back again.
"Please," I begged.
He held onto my hand, continuing the spanking. He was so methodic with his swats -- I felt each one loud and clear.
"I'm sorry," I pleaded, left hand threatening to reach back now since he had my right one already restrained.
"I don't want to ever hear of you putting yourself in jeopardy like that again, Young Lady, do you understand me?"
The use of "Young Lady" made my stomach drop. And it made it impossible for me to answer any way other than "yes, sir."
He increased the intensity of the swats and I kicked slightly, squirming to dodge, but my efforts to get the spanking to cease were futile. He continued on and on for what seemed like hours. The pain was becoming unbearable. But I wasn't going to break. I wasn't going to cry. I don't know why I'm stubborn like this.
Except then he said: "I worry about you, Izzy."
And I broke down.
"When you do things like this, it makes me worry more."
I'd never meant to worry him, and I certainly didn't want to make him worry more. I didn't even feel worth worrying about most of the time. But he still worried.
"I care about you like you're my own little sister."
As if my first break down wasn't enough, I was now sobbing like a small child. This was his cue to give the last few swats... not that I could really feel them by this time anyway... and then he set the spoon down and rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry," I choked out.
"I know, baby. I know." He scooped me into his arms then, sitting me on his lap (yes, I winced at sitting on my well-spanked and tender bottom) and holding me close. He rocked me back and forth, ignoring the fact that my face was red, puffy, and ugly. He just held onto me. And that's what I needed. And that's how I stayed until I had calmed down enough and my breathing was steady again.
"My flight home is going to suck," I said, glancing up at him.
His eyes met mine and he smirked slightly. "Yeah, it is. It really is."
The Emo Story
by Breanna Carter
Garth Brooks used to be my get drunk and party music. My best friend and I would drive to Texas with our mixed CD deafeningly loud, air conditioner on full blast, the summer sun in our eyes, talking and giggling about stupid shit. Then I moved to New Jersey. Now it seems the only time I listened to that CD was when I sat alone in my car, drinking a beer and talking on the phone, usually with tears streaming down my face. Like the night my mom called me, and I thought my world ended.
"I've been dreading making this phone call," she said.
I was afraid to ask what had happened. For legit reasons. "What is it?" I said in a half-whisper.
She took a deep breath in, quivering as she began. "Your grandma..." she broke off and my heart dropped. I heard a sob escape.
"Is... is she okay?"
There was a long pause on the end of the line, and I knew the answer to my question. I felt this knot in my throat and it was all of a sudden hard to swallow.
"Mom?" I croaked.
"She died this morning."
"What? You're kidding... tell me you're kidding."
"I'm sorry," she told me. "I don't want you to be upset." Hah, upset was an understatement. "She lived a full and happy life. She wouldn't want you to be upset." She paused, sniffling. "We can get a plane ticket for you to come home tomorrow night."
I nodded even though she couldn't see me, wiping the tears away as they fell.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah."
There was this long uncomfortable silence as we both held in our emotions. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Mom. Look... I need to go... Have a lot of school work."
"Call me if you want to talk," she said.
"Okay. Bye. Love you." Then I hung up the phone.
I stumbled into my apartment, numb-feeling, but not numb enough. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, plopping down at my kitchen table. Everything was out of focus. My heart was racing. Throat still knotted. This couldn't be true. It had to be some fucked up dream. In a few minutes I'd wake up in a cold sweat, only to find out that none of this happened. Or I'd get a call from a friend saying it had just been a prank. A mean prank, but just a prank. I stared at my phone, waiting for the phone call. When it didn't come, I drank more. I don't know why I drank. I knew it wouldn't make me feel any better.
Yet I drank. I don't know how many beers I'd ingested when I went back to my car, cell phone in one hand, Blue Moon in the other. "Stupid fucking snow," I muttered, kicking at it as I opened the door. "Stupid fucking cold weather. Stupid fucking New Jersey."
I took another swig of my beer and dialed my best friend's number. Actually, I didn't have to dial anything, just press the "T" on my keypad -- T for Tori.
"I hate this town," I told her. "And I miss your face. Listen!" I turned up the Garth Brooks song on my CD. "'I coulda missed the pain, but I'd've had to miss, the danceeee!'" I sang. "Remember our roadtrips?"
"You're fucking crazy," she laughed. "Are you drunk?"
I laughed, too, but the laughter quickly turned into sobbing... uncontrollable sobbing. I told her the news I'd gotten just moments before. I don't know what she said. I don't even know if I gave her much time to talk as I was blubbering the sob story one minute, cussing New Jersey the next.
"Tori. Do I get to see your face when I come home for my g-ma's funeral?" I asked.
"Of course. We can hang out and drive through our old neighborhood again like we used to."
I hung up from her and called an array of other old friends, remembering good times with them and crying and swearing and promising to visit when I came into town. I knew I wouldn't be able to see them, but at the time this didn't matter. Half of them cared, half of them probably just wanted to get my crazy drunk ass off the phone. I threw my empty beer bottle in the backseat of the car and realized I had no more beer. This meant I could do one of two things: I could go to the liquor store, or go to someone who had beer.
I chose the latter.
Cranking up my car, I somehow managed to back out of my parking space and safely out of the parking lot. By the time I got onto the street, I realized how drunk I was and how unsafe of a situation I was putting myself in. But I was a little too tipsy to care. Besides, no one was really out. It's not like anything would happen driving the three blocks to Michael's apartment complex.
And it didn't.
When I pulled into the parking spot -- albeit quite crookedly -- I dialed his number.
"Hey. Do you have any beer?" I asked.
"Hey you. No beer here. What's up?"
"I need some more beer. I'm at your house. Open the door."
"What?" he said. By now I was ambling down the path to apartment #35, trying to walk in a straight line but failing miserably.
"I said I'm here. Open the damn door."
He stuck his head out about the same time I arrived at his doorstep. Clicking his phone shut, he pushed the door open for me to come inside. "Are you drunk?" he asked.
"Fuck my life, Michael," I responded, crashing onto his sofa. "I need more alcohol. Do you have anything at all? Tequila? Vodka? Hypnotic? Anything?"
He closed the door and sat down beside me, lifting my chin to look into his eyes. "Izzy, are you drunk?"
"I had a rough night."
He let go of my chin, softening up. "What happened?"
I began my story, as I had many times that night, explaining the conversation with my mom and ending up on a tantrum about how much I hated being so far away from home. "It sucks up here," I said. "It's all snowy and cold and stupid and I hate it. I should've never come up here for school. If I hadn't come up here, then I could've been with my grandma. I could've taken care of her. And she'd be okay right now," I said, ugly tears falling down my cheeks, fists pounding into the wall. "I hate myself so much."
Michael pulled me in close, holding me against his chest. "I'm here, Izzy," he promised me. "I'm here. Cry it all out."
"I can't do this."
"Yes you can," he assured me, stroking my hair.
"Whatever, I just need more to drink," I told him, pushing myself up.
"I think you've had enough to drink."
"Please, do you have anything?"
"I don't. Come on, let's get some sleep."
"I don't want to sleep," I argued.
He stood up now, speaking to me in a soft tone. "Come on, Iz," he said and held out a hand to me. "It's late and you have a long day tomorrow."
That's when I threw a tantrum, right there in my friend's living room, that ended with me chunking my keys against the wall and finally falling into his arms with muttered apologies. "I don't know what's wrong with me," I cried.
He didn't speak, just kept me close to him, holding me tightly. When I'd finally regained control of my breathing, he walked me to his room. He pulled back the blankets on his bed. "Get in, Iz," he said gently.
Wiping my eyes, I followed his directions like a four year old and snuggled up on his bed, letting him tuck me in. It seemed natural when he kissed me on the forehead. "Everything's gonna be all right," he sang. "Rockabye." He knew that was my favorite song.
The next morning when I woke, my head was throbbing and my hair was matted to my face from having cried so much. Michael was still next to me typing away at his laptop.
"What time is it?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"Half past eleven."
"Holyshit," I yelped, bolting up. "I missed class."
"Don't worry about it. I emailed your professors for you and told them what happened."
"Y-you did?" I hadn't expected him to do this. I didn't even know he really knew my professors' names, much less email addresses. But I guess since he had taken most of the same classes, it couldn't have been too hard to figure out. Hm.
"Yes."
"What about work? Don't you have to go in today?"
"I called in. Told them I would work from home. Family emergency."
Family emergency. Did he consider me family?
He closed his laptop now and looked at me seriously. "We need to talk, Isabella," he said.
I looked down at my thumbs. "About what?" I hated it when he called me by my full name. Not only 'cause I hated my full name, but also 'cause I knew that meant I was in trouble.
He exhaled, putting his laptop on the floor and throwing an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. "How are you feeling?"
I shrugged. "Been better."
"I'm really sorry about your grandma," he said.
I sniffled, trying to keep my tears on the inside. "Me too."
"I'm worried about you."
"Why?" I asked, still looking at my thumbs.
"Because last night you did something really dangerous. And that worries me."
"Oh."
He lifted my chin to look into my eyes. His were deep blue, just like mine, and were filled with genuine worry and concern. "Why did you drive over here, Izzy?"
I shrugged.
"Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"
"I guess," I whispered, ignoring the tear that slipped down my cheek.
"I know that this is a hard time for you. Believe me, I know. And I'm here for you ALWAYS. You know that, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Why didn't you just call me? I would've come over, brought you back here. I would've done anything."
I didn't say anything.
"You were completely trashed last night and in absolutely no condition to drive. Not to mention you really weren't in the condition to drink in the first place."
"I know," I muttered softly, closing my eyes as a few more tears fell down.
He let go of my chin and hugged me tightly. "You know I love you, kiddo," he said in a gentle voice. "You've been a great friend of mine ever since we met in Philosophy 101 three years ago."
I couldn't help but laugh slightly at that statement. I remembered being a freshman, my first time ever in New Jersey, sitting next to the hott senior in one of the most boring classes ever. We'd clicked instantly because of our interest in sociology, and he'd helped me get through my first year of homesickness and procrastination. And I'd helped him get an A on his research study. And all because of that first semester philosophy class.
"I've seen you grow so much," he continued. "And you're almost finished. You're almost there. Are you going to throw that all away now? What if you'd have been in an accident? Gotten hurt? Gotten killed? And this close to graduating... this close to being the first college graduate from your family... all for what?"
"To kill the pain."
"Isabella, this isn't killing the pain," he said. "And you know it. It's just numbing it. And if one of those things had happened, it would've just added more, wouldn't it?"
I nodded, crying now. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I don't even have a good excuse. It just hurts so much."
He pulled away from me now, wiping my tears away and looking me in the eyes. "I know it does. But there are other ways to deal with that, okay? Ways that won't jeopardize your life and well being."
I nodded again. I noticed his eyes were also filling with tears. It felt awful to make him worry so much.
"Promise me you won't do this again?"
"I promise."
He swallowed hard and leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.
Was that all? He was just going to scold me a little? I thought that I must've been dreaming.
But he didn't say anything else. And I wasn't quite sure how to take it. If it'd been under any other circumstances, he would've worn my ass out -- literally. How do you think I made it through three years of college? My bare backside had felt the wrath of his belt more times than I'd like to admit. Otherwise I would've probably flunked out long ago.
"Michael?" I said in a weak voice.
"Yes?"
"Are you gonna... um... spank me?"
He sighed. "I don't want to," he answered.
"I don't want you to either."
There was a bit of an awkward silence.
"But maybe you should?" I said in a questioning tone.
"Maybe I should," he repeated.
I nodded. "I feel kinda guilty."
"I don't know if right now is the time... After all you've been through... It seems kinda cruel."
I shook my head. "It's not." I wanted to tell him that the endorphin rush would be amazing and just the general feeling of being cared-for would make up for any physical pain I would have to endure, but I didn't really know how to say it. And besides, all it took was a pathetic look into his eyes and I think he knew. But that's 'cause he knew me so well anyway.
He stood up and took my hand, pulling me up with him. We walked to the living room where he sat down on the sofa and I stood in front of him. He tugged at the button on my jeans, took down the zipper, and pulled my pants down to my knees. Then he held out his hand. "Come on, Izzy. Over my lap."
I did as told, grabbing a hold of his hand to help me over and positioning myself as comfortably as possible. I buried my face in my arms. I felt him peel my panties down, then rest a cool hand on my bare bum.
"Do you have anything to say before I get started?" he asked.
He always asked this question before he started the spanking -- I guess it was an attempt to get me to admit to any other wrongdoings before he went on with what he was doing. Or maybe it was so he could see how sorry I really was for what I'd done. At any rate, my answer was the same as usual: "No."
He lifted his hand and began the spanking. At first it was pretty mild. He spanked methodically with a slow pace, working his way from my sit spots to the top of my bottom, covering both cheeks. The spanking became harder as he progressed, but he took his time, never quick to rush the punishment along.
I squirmed slightly with each swat, crying out a little every so often, but was mostly subdued. He didn't scold me much during the actual spanking, mostly because he knew I couldn't listen much with so much pain being inflicted upon my posterior region.
"Ow... okay... ahh, oww! Michael, ow! I'm sorry!"
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I'm sorry, too. Sorry about your grandmother, and sorry that you've earned this spanking." Just 'cause he was sorry, though, doesn't mean that he stopped. And he didn't. If anything, he started spanking harder.
"Okay okay owww!" I said, reaching back now. "I won't do it again."
He caught my hand, holding it to the small of my back but continuing the spanking. "I know you won't do it again." He then gave me a flurry of swats to my sit spots and stopped, releasing my hand and resting his once again on my bum. "You know how come I know you won't do it again? Because I know that you realize how much of a danger you put yourself in. And I know that you realize how much I care about you. And I also know that you're going to have a painful reminder of what will happen if you ever pull a stunt like this again. Stand up."
I pushed myself up, standing beside him, chewing on my lower lip. Tears threatened to spill out from my eyes, but I tried my damnedest not to let them.
"Go get the wooden spoon."
Ugh. I hate the damn wooden spoon. Probably more than I hate his belt.
"Get movin'," he said, giving me a hearty swat to my thigh.
Whining, I scampered to the kitchen, opening the silverware drawer. There were actually two wooden spoons in there, but only one of them was actually used for cooking. The other was especially reserved for warming my backside. It made me cringe when I saw it. I tried to tell myself that I deserved this and I'd feel better afterwards when I was all forgiven. That didn't convince me to get it.
In fact, I think the only thing that convinced me to get it was Michael's soft but stern voice saying, "today, Isabella."
I looked over at him, then back down in the drawer. The spanking spoon was bigger and heavier than the cooking spoon. I wondered what he'd do if I brought him the wrong one. Eh, probably wear me out with 'em both. Not worth chancing.
I picked up the damn spanking spoon and closed the drawer, then hobbled back towards him. "Do you really hafta use that?" I whined.
"Yes, ma'am, I do," he said. "And you know I do. Come on, back over." He helped me across his lap.
"I think I've learned my lesson with just the hand spanking," I said, my final pathetic attempt to get out of this.
He didn't even respond to me. I should've known he wouldn't.
Or I guess he did respond... just not in the way I wanted. He responded with the wooden spoon. It came crashing down, causing me to wince and squirm right away. I tried to think of something other than the awful fire that had been ignited on my bottom, but it proved to be very difficult. I tried singing comforting songs to myself in my head... you know, like Mary Had a Little Lamb... but only got to the third or fourth word before the pain distracted me. I couldn't help but reach back again.
"Please," I begged.
He held onto my hand, continuing the spanking. He was so methodic with his swats -- I felt each one loud and clear.
"I'm sorry," I pleaded, left hand threatening to reach back now since he had my right one already restrained.
"I don't want to ever hear of you putting yourself in jeopardy like that again, Young Lady, do you understand me?"
The use of "Young Lady" made my stomach drop. And it made it impossible for me to answer any way other than "yes, sir."
He increased the intensity of the swats and I kicked slightly, squirming to dodge, but my efforts to get the spanking to cease were futile. He continued on and on for what seemed like hours. The pain was becoming unbearable. But I wasn't going to break. I wasn't going to cry. I don't know why I'm stubborn like this.
Except then he said: "I worry about you, Izzy."
And I broke down.
"When you do things like this, it makes me worry more."
I'd never meant to worry him, and I certainly didn't want to make him worry more. I didn't even feel worth worrying about most of the time. But he still worried.
"I care about you like you're my own little sister."
As if my first break down wasn't enough, I was now sobbing like a small child. This was his cue to give the last few swats... not that I could really feel them by this time anyway... and then he set the spoon down and rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry," I choked out.
"I know, baby. I know." He scooped me into his arms then, sitting me on his lap (yes, I winced at sitting on my well-spanked and tender bottom) and holding me close. He rocked me back and forth, ignoring the fact that my face was red, puffy, and ugly. He just held onto me. And that's what I needed. And that's how I stayed until I had calmed down enough and my breathing was steady again.
"My flight home is going to suck," I said, glancing up at him.
His eyes met mine and he smirked slightly. "Yeah, it is. It really is."
16 December 2009
Story: Random Short Story
Misc story. Katie didn't finish an important assignment. Uhoh. Can't guess what her older brother's gonna do about that.
Random Short Story
by Breanna Carter
My heart thumped loudly inside my chest... so loudly that I almost couldn't hear the rain pattering outside. I glanced at my clock, chewing on my lip and wishing desperately for this to all be over. All this waiting was eating me alive... knowing that I was in a heap of trouble and there was no way to get out of it. And knowing what was coming, especially since it was well-deserved. And the worst part was that even though I was ready to get it over with, I didn't want it to happen at all.
Those minutes spent in my room alone felt more like hours, as I'm sure was part of the reason that Steven had sent me there to begin with. To think about what I'd done to get me in this situation. To keep me fretting over my impending punishment. It was certainly working. I almost jumped three feet in the air when he finally opened my bedroom door, belt in hand.
"Why didn't you finish your paper, Katie Analise?" he asked me sternly.
I looked up at him, still chewing on my lower lip. "I dunno..." I was all I could muster.
His blue eyes bore into mine as he leaned in. "You don't know?" he asked. "That paper is a fourth of your grade! How do you not know why you didn't finish it? There has to be a reason."
He paused, still staring at me. My throat was dry and heart racing. And the silence was killing me. He knew why I hadn't finished my paper... why did he insist on me saying it out loud? "Because I waited too long to do it," I finally choked out after the painful silence. "I procrastinated so long that when I finally started to work on it last night I was too far behind and couldn't get it all finished and I didn't want to tell you so I decided to just take the point deduction..." I hadn't known that high school teachers still called guardians when major assignments hadn't been turned in on time.
"So you lied to me."
My stomach sank and I looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to..."
"You didn't finish your paper and then you lied to me about it," he said. "And I'm disappointed in you for that. I trusted you to keep up with your work and trusted you to come to me if you were having any problems. And you completely broke that trust, Katie." He paused, lifting my chin up to meet his gaze. "You are a smart girl and you know better than to do what you did."
"I'm sorry..." were the only words that could escape my mouth.
He nodded. "I would believe that a lot more if this subdued behavior had been displayed earlier this afternoon when I first questioned you about this. Stand up and pants down," he ordered.
"But please... Steven..." I cried.
"You didn't seem too concerned with the consequences earlier when you were lying and mouthing off to me. I told you what would happen if you kept up, didn't I?"
He was right... but that didn't make this any easier. After all, I was 16 years old, and what 16 year old gets spanked? And yeah, maybe I had gotten a little mouthy and sassy and "too big for my britches"... but that's what teenagers do, right? And Steven would just have to accept that!... Or not.
"Stand up and pants down," he repeated.
"But..."
"Now."
"But Steve--"
"Stand. Up. And. Pants. Down," he said firmly, giving me a look that told me I better do as told or suffer greater consequences.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes and pushed myself off of the bed. Nervously, I fiddled with the button on my jeans, staring up at him with a puppy-dog look and wishing that he'd change his mind about spanking me. But I knew he wouldn't. Steven never changed his mind about anything.
"Do I have to take them down?" I whined.
"Yes."
"But..." I didn't even have time to finish my plea before he was grabbing my upper arm and swatting me hard on the backside.
"Get them down, Katie Analise," he scolded.
I nervously pushed them down to my knees, blushing with embarrassment that my older brother was seeing me like this. Not that he cared, or that he was really even paying attention. But just the fact that I was so... I dunno... exposed... it was awful.
He helped me over the bed, still holding that damn thick, heavy leather belt in his hand.
"I'm sorry," I said in a near-whisper.
"I know you are," he replied.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to breathe and forget about what was happening... trying to imagine a happy place. Hah. So much for that. I heard the belt being raised high in the air and then felt the leather bite into my flesh and I yelped louder than I thought I could and reached back to prevent more swats. But Steven was prepared. He grabbed my wrist and kept ahold of it, continuing to rain down swats on my poor battered backside.
"Owwww, okay, ahhhoowwwww!!! I'm sorry!!!" I protested.
"I am not pleased with your behavior, Katie," he told me as he continued to crash the belt down.
"I knowwwww I'm sorry!" I assured him.
"I am VERY disappointed in you for acting this way. Because you know better than this. You are sixteen years old and a bright young lady. I should be able to trust you to get your homework finished on time. But mostly, I should be able to trust that if you do mess up, you'll fess up. I DO NOT tolerate lying," he lectured, giving me some extra hard licks with the belt to emphasize certain words.
And me? Yeah, I was crying, babbling incoherently, muttering apologies any second I had enough breath to do so.
"Are you learning your lesson?" he asked me.
"Yes sir!!!!" I nearly shrieked. And I'm not one to throw "sir" out there to just anyone.
He stopped for a moment, releasing my hand. I desperately wished that he was finished, that he'd decided bare bottom wasn't necessary, but yeah, in what life time would that happen? He was just stopping to pull my panties down, tugging them to my knees to accompany my jeans.
"And you better find something to do with that attitude you brought home today, young lady," he told me, crashing the belt down again and, once again, taking hold of my wrist. He gave me five quick lashes and continued: "because this is how I deal with attitudes and backtalk. Understood?"
Insert blubbered apologies and promises here.
But the spanking didn't stop. He wasn't convinced yet and instead of giving in to my pleas, he continued the spanking, crashing the heavy leather onto my bottom more times than I could count, and scolding me more to make sure that I understood that what I'd done was wrong. And finally, FINALLY, he set the belt down and released my wrist and took a deep breath. I was sobbing... my pillow was basically soaked with my tears. The apologies were delivered between sobs.
I imagine this was about the time that he rain his fingers through his hair and sat down next to me, placing a hand on my back and massaging it gently. And shortly thereafter, he began speaking to me in a soothing tone, letting me know that it was all over now and that he accepted my apology. As I began to calm down a little, he helped my panties up and I sat up, almost falling into a hug. He kissed my forehead. "I love you, kiddo," he said gently.
"Love you too," I sniffled back.
"Are you ready to work on your paper now?" he asked.
Truthfully, I wasn't. I didn't want to work on the paper any more then than I had in the weeks prior. But I wasn't about to tell him that. So I just nodded and pulled my pants up, wincing as the material touched my aching backside. "It hurts," I whined.
"I think that's the idea. And you've had this one coming for a while."
Ouch. Truth hurts though.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then met Steven at the dining room table. Unfortunately, I had to sit on a hard wooden chair to finish my work. But fortunately, I got the paper finished and actually ended up getting a B on it -- only points taken off for handing it in late!
Random Short Story
by Breanna Carter
My heart thumped loudly inside my chest... so loudly that I almost couldn't hear the rain pattering outside. I glanced at my clock, chewing on my lip and wishing desperately for this to all be over. All this waiting was eating me alive... knowing that I was in a heap of trouble and there was no way to get out of it. And knowing what was coming, especially since it was well-deserved. And the worst part was that even though I was ready to get it over with, I didn't want it to happen at all.
Those minutes spent in my room alone felt more like hours, as I'm sure was part of the reason that Steven had sent me there to begin with. To think about what I'd done to get me in this situation. To keep me fretting over my impending punishment. It was certainly working. I almost jumped three feet in the air when he finally opened my bedroom door, belt in hand.
"Why didn't you finish your paper, Katie Analise?" he asked me sternly.
I looked up at him, still chewing on my lower lip. "I dunno..." I was all I could muster.
His blue eyes bore into mine as he leaned in. "You don't know?" he asked. "That paper is a fourth of your grade! How do you not know why you didn't finish it? There has to be a reason."
He paused, still staring at me. My throat was dry and heart racing. And the silence was killing me. He knew why I hadn't finished my paper... why did he insist on me saying it out loud? "Because I waited too long to do it," I finally choked out after the painful silence. "I procrastinated so long that when I finally started to work on it last night I was too far behind and couldn't get it all finished and I didn't want to tell you so I decided to just take the point deduction..." I hadn't known that high school teachers still called guardians when major assignments hadn't been turned in on time.
"So you lied to me."
My stomach sank and I looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to..."
"You didn't finish your paper and then you lied to me about it," he said. "And I'm disappointed in you for that. I trusted you to keep up with your work and trusted you to come to me if you were having any problems. And you completely broke that trust, Katie." He paused, lifting my chin up to meet his gaze. "You are a smart girl and you know better than to do what you did."
"I'm sorry..." were the only words that could escape my mouth.
He nodded. "I would believe that a lot more if this subdued behavior had been displayed earlier this afternoon when I first questioned you about this. Stand up and pants down," he ordered.
"But please... Steven..." I cried.
"You didn't seem too concerned with the consequences earlier when you were lying and mouthing off to me. I told you what would happen if you kept up, didn't I?"
He was right... but that didn't make this any easier. After all, I was 16 years old, and what 16 year old gets spanked? And yeah, maybe I had gotten a little mouthy and sassy and "too big for my britches"... but that's what teenagers do, right? And Steven would just have to accept that!... Or not.
"Stand up and pants down," he repeated.
"But..."
"Now."
"But Steve--"
"Stand. Up. And. Pants. Down," he said firmly, giving me a look that told me I better do as told or suffer greater consequences.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes and pushed myself off of the bed. Nervously, I fiddled with the button on my jeans, staring up at him with a puppy-dog look and wishing that he'd change his mind about spanking me. But I knew he wouldn't. Steven never changed his mind about anything.
"Do I have to take them down?" I whined.
"Yes."
"But..." I didn't even have time to finish my plea before he was grabbing my upper arm and swatting me hard on the backside.
"Get them down, Katie Analise," he scolded.
I nervously pushed them down to my knees, blushing with embarrassment that my older brother was seeing me like this. Not that he cared, or that he was really even paying attention. But just the fact that I was so... I dunno... exposed... it was awful.
He helped me over the bed, still holding that damn thick, heavy leather belt in his hand.
"I'm sorry," I said in a near-whisper.
"I know you are," he replied.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to breathe and forget about what was happening... trying to imagine a happy place. Hah. So much for that. I heard the belt being raised high in the air and then felt the leather bite into my flesh and I yelped louder than I thought I could and reached back to prevent more swats. But Steven was prepared. He grabbed my wrist and kept ahold of it, continuing to rain down swats on my poor battered backside.
"Owwww, okay, ahhhoowwwww!!! I'm sorry!!!" I protested.
"I am not pleased with your behavior, Katie," he told me as he continued to crash the belt down.
"I knowwwww I'm sorry!" I assured him.
"I am VERY disappointed in you for acting this way. Because you know better than this. You are sixteen years old and a bright young lady. I should be able to trust you to get your homework finished on time. But mostly, I should be able to trust that if you do mess up, you'll fess up. I DO NOT tolerate lying," he lectured, giving me some extra hard licks with the belt to emphasize certain words.
And me? Yeah, I was crying, babbling incoherently, muttering apologies any second I had enough breath to do so.
"Are you learning your lesson?" he asked me.
"Yes sir!!!!" I nearly shrieked. And I'm not one to throw "sir" out there to just anyone.
He stopped for a moment, releasing my hand. I desperately wished that he was finished, that he'd decided bare bottom wasn't necessary, but yeah, in what life time would that happen? He was just stopping to pull my panties down, tugging them to my knees to accompany my jeans.
"And you better find something to do with that attitude you brought home today, young lady," he told me, crashing the belt down again and, once again, taking hold of my wrist. He gave me five quick lashes and continued: "because this is how I deal with attitudes and backtalk. Understood?"
Insert blubbered apologies and promises here.
But the spanking didn't stop. He wasn't convinced yet and instead of giving in to my pleas, he continued the spanking, crashing the heavy leather onto my bottom more times than I could count, and scolding me more to make sure that I understood that what I'd done was wrong. And finally, FINALLY, he set the belt down and released my wrist and took a deep breath. I was sobbing... my pillow was basically soaked with my tears. The apologies were delivered between sobs.
I imagine this was about the time that he rain his fingers through his hair and sat down next to me, placing a hand on my back and massaging it gently. And shortly thereafter, he began speaking to me in a soothing tone, letting me know that it was all over now and that he accepted my apology. As I began to calm down a little, he helped my panties up and I sat up, almost falling into a hug. He kissed my forehead. "I love you, kiddo," he said gently.
"Love you too," I sniffled back.
"Are you ready to work on your paper now?" he asked.
Truthfully, I wasn't. I didn't want to work on the paper any more then than I had in the weeks prior. But I wasn't about to tell him that. So I just nodded and pulled my pants up, wincing as the material touched my aching backside. "It hurts," I whined.
"I think that's the idea. And you've had this one coming for a while."
Ouch. Truth hurts though.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then met Steven at the dining room table. Unfortunately, I had to sit on a hard wooden chair to finish my work. But fortunately, I got the paper finished and actually ended up getting a B on it -- only points taken off for handing it in late!
01 September 2009
Story: Beach Party
Misc story. Jennifer seems to care more about partying since she went to grad school than she does about actually going to class. Fortunately, she has a mentor who knows the appropriate remedy to that.
Beach Party
by Breanna Carter
It was 4:27am when my phone began vibrating in my pocket. I was lying on the beach, stoned out of my mind, giggling with my best friend from school. I don’t even know what we were giggling about. Probably something random, like the way the moon glowed behind the clouds, or how I wanted to write on the ocean with a neon green pen. Then the phone started jiggling the change next to it, and Amy looked at me.
“Your phone’s ringing,” she said seriously.
I stopped laughing, blinked, then burst out into giggles again, trying to fish the phone out of my pocket.
“Who’s callin’ ya so late? Don’t they know tonight is party night?” Half priced drinks night at the bar was always party night for Amy and me. Who cares that it was a Thursday night, and I had class at 8am the next morning. It wasn’t like I needed that class much anyway.
“It’s Matt,” I said, groaning a little before answering.
“Where are you, Jennifer?” he asked. I’m sure his tone was irritated, but I was too high to care.
“On the beach, by the ocean,” I answered, giggling again and playing Connect The Dots with the stars.
He sighed. “It’s 4:30 in the morning and you’re on the beach? Seriously?”
“It’s actually 4:27,” I told him.
“And you have class tomorrow. Haven’t we talked about this before?”
“Class is lame. Partying is so much cooler.”
“We’ll talk about this when you’re not inebriated. For now, get back to your apartment.”
“I’m not…”
“Now, Jennifer,” he said firmly.
Eck… when he used my full first name like that, in that sharp voice, it meant he was quite frustrated with me. “Okay, fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Only for you, though.”
“Back to your apartment and into your pjs. Set your alarm then go to bed. Understood?”
“Goodnight, Matt,” I said, not even bothering to wait for an answer before hanging up. “We should go back to the apartment,” I told Amy.
She nodded, understanding that Matt was kind of my big brother, and if he told me to go home, it was in my best interest to do so. “Lame-o Matt spoiling our fun,” she muttered, but giggled anyway. “It’s okay, though, it is pretty late. And I have to work tomorrow.”
We pushed ourselves up and trudged through the sand towards our apartments, which were conveniently 50 yards from the beach. We said our goodbyes and I shoved my door open, careful not to wake my roommate as I put my pjs on. I didn’t bother setting my alarm, just fell onto my bed and snuggled in my blankets.
The next morning I woke up to a knock on my front door. I ignored it and put the blankets over my head to try to block out the sunlight and noise, but the knocking continued. I groaned, “shut uppppppp” and “go away!” before finally rolling out of bed and opening the door. I noticed the bright sunlight before I realized that Matt was standing right there.
“I figured as such,” he said, pretty much pushing me out of the way to get inside the apartment.
“Most people wait for an invitation before they come inside,” I muttered.
He wasn’t amused. “Your class started two hours ago. I called you this morning to make sure you were up and ready, but you didn’t answer. And now I see why.”
I closed the door and shivered slightly. He was pretty pissed off at me as displayed by his demeanor and the fact that he’d driven all the way out to pay me a visit this early in the morning -- he lived about three hours away and worked graveyard shift, so it was obvious that he’d left almost right after work.
“Come here,” he ordered.
“Wait, Matt, I can explain…” I began, except I couldn’t really explain, so I don’t even know why I tried.
“I don’t need an explanation. You stayed up all night partying and neglected, once again, to go to your class. Keep this up, Young Lady, and you’re going to fail.”
“I won’t fail. I’ll get a doctor’s excuse. I’ll say I was sick.”
He shook his head. “Grad school doesn’t want your excuses, Jennifer.” He sat down on the couch. “Come here.”
“Matt, nooo!” I whined, backing away and covering my bottom. “What if my roommate comes home?”
His eyes narrowed and I could tell that my pleas were not helping my case any. “Get over here, now!”
I began whining, near tears, not wanting to get what I completely and totally deserved -- a good spanking. “Matt, I promise I’ll do better.”
He stood up, seizing my upper arm and pulling me towards the sofa. “I’ve heard enough of your promises,” he told me as he sat and practically threw me over his lap.
“Pleaseeeee,” I begged.
He tugged at my pj pants and panties, sending them to my knees. “This is the second time you’ve missed this class since school started, Jennifer,” Matt said, slapping my bare bottom hard and fast.
“Oowwwww, Matt! I’m sorry!” I yelped, biting my lower lip so I didn’t cry out too much.
“You’re paying way too much money for this to throw it away. All of this partying you’re doing is going to stop,” he stated simply, letting my sit spots and thighs feel his wrath for a minute or two.
“Okayyy! I’ll stop partying!” I whined, kicking and squirming to dodge smacks.
He held onto me tightly so that I wasn’t squirming so much and kept spanking. “I’m going to make sure of it,” he said -- classic line.
“I really will stop!!” I promised.
“I know you will.”
I held on tightly to the couch cushions, still kicking slightly, and crying out at each swat that landed on my upturned bottom. It hurt soooo much and I just wanted him to stop already but nothing I was saying seemed to be helping!
“Partying will be reserved for the weekends, Young Lady, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!”
“And during the week, I expect you to be in by 11, and in bed by midnight unless I tell you otherwise, got it?”
I wasn’t really in a position to argue, even though I wanted to. “Yessss I got it!” I assured him, kicking my legs a little.
He stopped and I exhaled, glad that he was finished. Only he wasn’t. He readjusted my undies and pjs, then helped me up. I reached back to rub, but he gave me a look and I stopped. “Go outside to my car and get the paddle.”
“The… paddle?” I asked, chewing on my lower lip and giving him a pathetic look.
He nodded and pointed towards the door.
“But…” I began, only to be interrupted by a firm swat to my already sore bottom. That got me going. I scurried towards his car, fetched the god-awful paddle, hid it as best as I could so that no passer-bys would see it, and ran inside. He held out his hand, asking for the small wooden paddle. “Do you really have to use this?”
He chuckled slightly, ignoring my question. “Over my lap, kiddo.”
I whined, but complied in an effort to make this easier on myself. “You know I hate the paddle.”
“That’s the point,” Matt said, discarding my pjs and panties once again and resting the paddle against my backside. “Maybe after a good spanking with this you’ll decide to start going to class, huh?” he asked, giving me a hard Pop! and sending my hands flying back to my backside. “That’s not where your hands are supposed to be, Young Lady,” he scolded, popping my thigh.
“Owwww! I’m sorry,” I shrieked, hesitating to move my hands away, but after another prompt swat on the other thigh, I did as I was supposed to. “Owww, Matt, please. I really hate that paddle.”
“Then I assume I will be getting my point across.” He landed a flurry of hard smacks which got me kicking and crying out very quickly.
“You are! I promise you are, pleaseee stopp!” I begged, squirming to try to dodge smacks, but being very unsuccessful. I reached back again only to get my wrist pinned against my back in the process, and some uber hard smacks to my thighs. I tried my hardest not to cry, but it was useless. After about a minute with that stupid paddle, tears began to spill from my eyes. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop anymore ‘cause I was crying too hard. And it’s not like it would’ve helped anyway.
“I don’t want to ever hear of you skipping a class again,” he said finally, giving me a quick two swats on each sit spot and sitting the paddle down. I sobbed into my hands, trying to wipe the tears away as hurriedly as they fell, but no such luck. Then he helped my clothes back up and held me in his arms.
“I’m s-sorry,” I hiccupped, burying my face into his chest.
He kissed my forehead, holding me tightly. “I know, little one. You gotta stop messing around so much, though. You’re old enough to know better than to party so much and skip out on classes.”
I nodded -- he was right, I did know better, but sometimes play was more fun than work, and I wasn’t ready to be responsible yet. Not that it mattered… looked like he had other ideas in mind. Sniffling a final time, I wiped the rest of the tears away and gave him a big hug. “Thank you,” I said in almost a whisper.
He smirked. “You’re welcome. Now get dressed so you can get to school and find out what you missed.”
I pouted for a split second, just enough to get “the look,” then did as I was told.
Beach Party
by Breanna Carter
It was 4:27am when my phone began vibrating in my pocket. I was lying on the beach, stoned out of my mind, giggling with my best friend from school. I don’t even know what we were giggling about. Probably something random, like the way the moon glowed behind the clouds, or how I wanted to write on the ocean with a neon green pen. Then the phone started jiggling the change next to it, and Amy looked at me.
“Your phone’s ringing,” she said seriously.
I stopped laughing, blinked, then burst out into giggles again, trying to fish the phone out of my pocket.
“Who’s callin’ ya so late? Don’t they know tonight is party night?” Half priced drinks night at the bar was always party night for Amy and me. Who cares that it was a Thursday night, and I had class at 8am the next morning. It wasn’t like I needed that class much anyway.
“It’s Matt,” I said, groaning a little before answering.
“Where are you, Jennifer?” he asked. I’m sure his tone was irritated, but I was too high to care.
“On the beach, by the ocean,” I answered, giggling again and playing Connect The Dots with the stars.
He sighed. “It’s 4:30 in the morning and you’re on the beach? Seriously?”
“It’s actually 4:27,” I told him.
“And you have class tomorrow. Haven’t we talked about this before?”
“Class is lame. Partying is so much cooler.”
“We’ll talk about this when you’re not inebriated. For now, get back to your apartment.”
“I’m not…”
“Now, Jennifer,” he said firmly.
Eck… when he used my full first name like that, in that sharp voice, it meant he was quite frustrated with me. “Okay, fine,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Only for you, though.”
“Back to your apartment and into your pjs. Set your alarm then go to bed. Understood?”
“Goodnight, Matt,” I said, not even bothering to wait for an answer before hanging up. “We should go back to the apartment,” I told Amy.
She nodded, understanding that Matt was kind of my big brother, and if he told me to go home, it was in my best interest to do so. “Lame-o Matt spoiling our fun,” she muttered, but giggled anyway. “It’s okay, though, it is pretty late. And I have to work tomorrow.”
We pushed ourselves up and trudged through the sand towards our apartments, which were conveniently 50 yards from the beach. We said our goodbyes and I shoved my door open, careful not to wake my roommate as I put my pjs on. I didn’t bother setting my alarm, just fell onto my bed and snuggled in my blankets.
The next morning I woke up to a knock on my front door. I ignored it and put the blankets over my head to try to block out the sunlight and noise, but the knocking continued. I groaned, “shut uppppppp” and “go away!” before finally rolling out of bed and opening the door. I noticed the bright sunlight before I realized that Matt was standing right there.
“I figured as such,” he said, pretty much pushing me out of the way to get inside the apartment.
“Most people wait for an invitation before they come inside,” I muttered.
He wasn’t amused. “Your class started two hours ago. I called you this morning to make sure you were up and ready, but you didn’t answer. And now I see why.”
I closed the door and shivered slightly. He was pretty pissed off at me as displayed by his demeanor and the fact that he’d driven all the way out to pay me a visit this early in the morning -- he lived about three hours away and worked graveyard shift, so it was obvious that he’d left almost right after work.
“Come here,” he ordered.
“Wait, Matt, I can explain…” I began, except I couldn’t really explain, so I don’t even know why I tried.
“I don’t need an explanation. You stayed up all night partying and neglected, once again, to go to your class. Keep this up, Young Lady, and you’re going to fail.”
“I won’t fail. I’ll get a doctor’s excuse. I’ll say I was sick.”
He shook his head. “Grad school doesn’t want your excuses, Jennifer.” He sat down on the couch. “Come here.”
“Matt, nooo!” I whined, backing away and covering my bottom. “What if my roommate comes home?”
His eyes narrowed and I could tell that my pleas were not helping my case any. “Get over here, now!”
I began whining, near tears, not wanting to get what I completely and totally deserved -- a good spanking. “Matt, I promise I’ll do better.”
He stood up, seizing my upper arm and pulling me towards the sofa. “I’ve heard enough of your promises,” he told me as he sat and practically threw me over his lap.
“Pleaseeeee,” I begged.
He tugged at my pj pants and panties, sending them to my knees. “This is the second time you’ve missed this class since school started, Jennifer,” Matt said, slapping my bare bottom hard and fast.
“Oowwwww, Matt! I’m sorry!” I yelped, biting my lower lip so I didn’t cry out too much.
“You’re paying way too much money for this to throw it away. All of this partying you’re doing is going to stop,” he stated simply, letting my sit spots and thighs feel his wrath for a minute or two.
“Okayyy! I’ll stop partying!” I whined, kicking and squirming to dodge smacks.
He held onto me tightly so that I wasn’t squirming so much and kept spanking. “I’m going to make sure of it,” he said -- classic line.
“I really will stop!!” I promised.
“I know you will.”
I held on tightly to the couch cushions, still kicking slightly, and crying out at each swat that landed on my upturned bottom. It hurt soooo much and I just wanted him to stop already but nothing I was saying seemed to be helping!
“Partying will be reserved for the weekends, Young Lady, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!”
“And during the week, I expect you to be in by 11, and in bed by midnight unless I tell you otherwise, got it?”
I wasn’t really in a position to argue, even though I wanted to. “Yessss I got it!” I assured him, kicking my legs a little.
He stopped and I exhaled, glad that he was finished. Only he wasn’t. He readjusted my undies and pjs, then helped me up. I reached back to rub, but he gave me a look and I stopped. “Go outside to my car and get the paddle.”
“The… paddle?” I asked, chewing on my lower lip and giving him a pathetic look.
He nodded and pointed towards the door.
“But…” I began, only to be interrupted by a firm swat to my already sore bottom. That got me going. I scurried towards his car, fetched the god-awful paddle, hid it as best as I could so that no passer-bys would see it, and ran inside. He held out his hand, asking for the small wooden paddle. “Do you really have to use this?”
He chuckled slightly, ignoring my question. “Over my lap, kiddo.”
I whined, but complied in an effort to make this easier on myself. “You know I hate the paddle.”
“That’s the point,” Matt said, discarding my pjs and panties once again and resting the paddle against my backside. “Maybe after a good spanking with this you’ll decide to start going to class, huh?” he asked, giving me a hard Pop! and sending my hands flying back to my backside. “That’s not where your hands are supposed to be, Young Lady,” he scolded, popping my thigh.
“Owwww! I’m sorry,” I shrieked, hesitating to move my hands away, but after another prompt swat on the other thigh, I did as I was supposed to. “Owww, Matt, please. I really hate that paddle.”
“Then I assume I will be getting my point across.” He landed a flurry of hard smacks which got me kicking and crying out very quickly.
“You are! I promise you are, pleaseee stopp!” I begged, squirming to try to dodge smacks, but being very unsuccessful. I reached back again only to get my wrist pinned against my back in the process, and some uber hard smacks to my thighs. I tried my hardest not to cry, but it was useless. After about a minute with that stupid paddle, tears began to spill from my eyes. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop anymore ‘cause I was crying too hard. And it’s not like it would’ve helped anyway.
“I don’t want to ever hear of you skipping a class again,” he said finally, giving me a quick two swats on each sit spot and sitting the paddle down. I sobbed into my hands, trying to wipe the tears away as hurriedly as they fell, but no such luck. Then he helped my clothes back up and held me in his arms.
“I’m s-sorry,” I hiccupped, burying my face into his chest.
He kissed my forehead, holding me tightly. “I know, little one. You gotta stop messing around so much, though. You’re old enough to know better than to party so much and skip out on classes.”
I nodded -- he was right, I did know better, but sometimes play was more fun than work, and I wasn’t ready to be responsible yet. Not that it mattered… looked like he had other ideas in mind. Sniffling a final time, I wiped the rest of the tears away and gave him a big hug. “Thank you,” I said in almost a whisper.
He smirked. “You’re welcome. Now get dressed so you can get to school and find out what you missed.”
I pouted for a split second, just enough to get “the look,” then did as I was told.
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