Part of the Oak Grove Academy mini series. Stephanie gets caught with cigarettes on the orchestra trip.
Orchestra Trip #2
by Breanna Carter
“Okay,” I said, quietly, as the advanced high school played on stage in front of us. I knew to talk softly, because Trey could pick up any sound from his spot on stage, and if he heard me talking, I knew I’d be in for it. “I got some cigarettes from one of my brother’s friends. He kinda left em sitting out, so I grabbed them and brought them down here with me. So I figure, we can go into the bathroom after this performance while they’re doing their sightreading stuff and we can smoke. How does that sound?”
“Uhmm,” Jade said, nervously. “That’s not a good idea, Steph. I think I’ll sit out on this one. My parents smoke and I don’t really like it too much.” It was state festival my seventh grade year, and since we were performing so late and it was so far away from where we lived, we were able to stay the night after our competition. The only problem was, the highschoolers were staying, too, and Trey definitely wouldn’t let us stay on the floor with them after what happened last time. We were sure they were going to have a huge party, and one of the guys had already invited us to come... but for fear of what would happen, we declined politely.
“Fine with me,” I said, then turned towards Abby. “How about you?”
She shrugged. “Fine with me. You don’t think we’ll get caught, do you?”
“Nahhh... Trey can’t walk into the girls bathroom, and we’ll just threaten anyone who happens to walk in. I don’t know with what... but besides, we have the biggest influence in the orchestra.. nobody will want to tell on us.”
She shrugged again. “I’m in for it. You don’t mind, do you Jade?”
“As long as you don’t do it in the room tonight.”
“Works for me,” I said. We sat listening to their piece, then watched as everyone on the stage grinned whenever they finished, sure that they had made superior. Trey turned towards the audience who now clapped gleefully, and bowed, then got the orchestra to rise and bow aswell. We just grinned as they walked off stage, and when we were sure that they were gone I said loudly, so people around could hear, “we’re going to the bathroom, be back in a minute.” I checked my backpocket behind my wallet to make sure the small package of cigs were still there and nodded to Abby who followed me to the bathroom.
I shook with anticipation and Abby stood impatiently. “Will you hurry up and get those things out ofyour pocket? If we’re too long they’ll be suspicious!”
“We’ll just say we had to take a shit,” I said, grinning and finally finding the two cigarettes. I handed her one, and put one in my own mouth and lit it with the lighter that I used to light my candles. I sucked in and inhaled a whole shitload of smoke then coughed. “Jesus Christ,” I said, still coughing.
Abby shrugged again and lit her own, doing it coolly as if she were a highschooler herself, puffing on it. “Not too bad,” she said.
“You’ve never done this before?” I said, almost turning green, but still inhaling the smoke.
She shook her head. “Nope, but I like it. How about you?” she asked, avoiding the fact that I was coughing like crazy.
“It’s okay,” I said. I finally stopped coughing and inhaled more, getting the hang of it. We then heard a noise at the door and ran into the stalls, ending up in the same one. She took a last puff, but I said screw that and threw it in the toilet, then she did the same and we flushed it, the girls already inside.
“God, it smells like smoke in here,” one said.
The other sniffed. “Yeah it does...” There was silence for a moment as I stood on the toilet and Abby stood on the floor, and we both almost began cracking up. “Is anyone in here?” the girl asked.
“Yeah,” Abby said in a high pitched, valley girl voice, almost causing me to giggle and fall into the toilet.
“Are you smoking?”
“Ewwww, no,” she said, and giggled. “Some girls in here were, though. It was gross.”
“You’re telling me...” she said. I was, by this time, cracking up, and ended up letting out a big breath, making a horrible noise. “Are you okay?” the girl said. Abby was now silently laughing, too.
“Yeah,” she said, coughing, “allergies.”
I could only imagine the weird looks that the girls were giving each other. “Later,” the girl said. We heard the door open, then shut and we cracked up laughing.
“Oh my god, you are SO insane!” Abby squeaked. She opened the stall and I jumped down from the toilet and we stood at the sink washing our hands.
“Geeze! You guys are taking forever! They told me to come in here and make sure you didn’t fall in!” Jade screamed. They turned around to see her opening the door.
“Oh, great to see you, too, Jade,” I said, sarcastically.
Jade wrinkled up her nose. “Come on, guys, get out of here. You’re going to smell like smoke.”
We nodded and followed her outside to let our clothes air out.
“So?” Jade asked.
We just shrugged. “It was okay,” we agreed.
Jade shrugged back, “if you say so.”
Just then, Trey and some of the seniors came walking outside with a huge trophy in his hand. We all clapped and cheered as he held it up and everyone followed him.
We got on the bus about 6 that evening and went to eat dinner at a fairly nice restuarant. Trey spent the evening telling stories from the year, sharing memories with everyone, his first year teaching. Something that would live in his heart forever. His first group of seniors. I took pride in knowing that I was part of his first group, also, although I would not be a senior for another 5 years. But one day I’d be sitting there at that table with him, listening to him ramble on about how we were whenever we were in 7th grade and all the trouble we caused. It almost made me want to cry, seeing the seniors go.. although I did not know many of them. I’d never get to see Daniel or Brian again, or even the guy who invited me to the party that night. They all only had two more weeks left of school, and this would be the last I got to see them. Trey ended the night by giving a toast to all of the orchestra students for doing such a great job, and to the seniors for spending 7 years in orchestra. We all clapped for one another and then a senior lead the toast for Trey, for being an awesome teacher and helping us win at state.
Around 8 we went to the hotel. We were allowed to stay out until 10, getting to swim or just hang out for a couple of hours. The highschoolers went swimming, most of them at least, and the middle school kids went to one anothers rooms, finding it amusing to flirt with others.
“Hey, let’s go smoke again,” Abby said. “This’ll be the last time we’re able to, probably, so might as well.”
“Good idea,” I agreed. We informed Jade of what we were doing and she shrugged us off, going outside to sit by the pool.
So Abby and I sat outside on the balcony, I not coughing anymore and she sitting there, admiring the cool air. We did not speak much as we watched the people inside the pool dunk each other and play around. They could not see us, but we could see them. I felt so lonely inside.
“It’s weird,” I said. “I barely even know them, and I already miss them.”
“Yeah, another school year, coming to an end. Kind of sad in a way.”
I nodded as we finished up. I carefully put the cigarettes back in my backpack and laid on the bed. Abby laid on the other bed and we turned on the tv, watching the news, half boredly. There was a soft knock on the door. I walked up and answered it to see Trey standing there.
“Ah, hey Trey,” I said smiling.
He smiled back. “Hey Stephanie. Are the three of you in there?”
“Uhmm, no... Jade went down to the pool, and I guess she’s still down...”
“No no, here I am,” I heard the voice and looked behind Trey to see her running up, dripping wet. Trey looked over and smiled.
“Mmmk, guess we all are here.”
“Okay, I’ma tape the doors now. So don’t leave now, okay? I don’t want anything to happen like it did last time.”
I blushed. This was the first time that he’d mentioned it. The three of us nodded. “We won’t leave..” I assured.
He just smiled. “Goodnight,” he said.
“Night!” the three of us said happily and shut the door.
*****
The next morning, we arose bright and early. Well, morely around 9am, there was a loud knock at the door, unanswered until the third attempt whenever he started yelling at someone to answer the door. Abby, of course, was appointed as the door answerer, and she opened it, looked out, said “we’re up,” then shut it back. I knew Trey was still standing there, slight grin on his face... and about to knock..
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Wow, am I good or what?
“Come on, guys, get up,” he said.
We all whined and finally Abby got back up ando pened the door. “We’re really up this time,” she said, trying to shut the door again, but he held it open with his hand.
“Hey guys!” he yelled into the room, causing Jade and me to jump half a mile into the air.
“Jesus Christ, Trey, you don’t have to scare the mess out of us...” Jade said. He just chuckled lightly.
“There’s a continental breakfast downstairs, but some fast food places around. Be back at the bus by 10:30.”
We all nodded and then ungracefully got up, fighting over the shower. After dressing ourselves we dropped our stuff off at the bus, then walked over to Burger King where we gorged our faces with bacon biscuits. We finally arrived back to the bus where everyone was getting on, and I quickly grabbed my backpack from the ground so one of the loaders wouldn’t shove it in the bottom and I ran on the bus, my backpack almost causing me to fall off because I accidently knocked it against the door.
We finally took our seats, in the back like usual, Jade in front of us, and I threw my backpack in front of me and instantly put on my portible cd player, giving Abby one ear of it so we could act goofy and sing together. We sat there, waiting for Trey to get on the bus and call to make sure we were all there, but it was taking an unusuably long time. I kinda lifted myself up, to see if I could see him, but all I saw was the high school bus leave. Then I felt Trey stepping on the bus, angrily. He proceeded to raise the microphone thingy to his mouth.
“Everyone take off your headphones,” he said loudly. Then he waited, and everyone did as instructed, except for Abby and me, of course. We knew that he didn’t need to be yelling at us about cleaning our room. He waited longer then got back on the microphone. “Stephanie, that means you and Abby, too,” he said, giving us a stern look. We reluctantly took our earphones out and sat up straight to listen to him. He called the names of everyone, waiting for them to say here, and everyone was on the bus. But we still didn’t leave. “I found this,” he said, holding up a cigarette in his hand, “outside the bus. Now, that means that somebody on this bus has cigarettes on them.” He paused for a moment and there was a buzz as everyone looked around, already accusing people. Abby and I looked at eachother and then Jade looked back. “I’d like for whose ever this is to stand up right now and confess.” Silence. Nobody admitted to it. I looked down at my backpack where the zipper was half open. Trey began walking towards the back of the bus and i couldn’t make any sudden movements or he’d know it was me... “This, was in somebody’s backpack,” he said, inching closer to me as I tried to look him straight in the eye without flinching, “and I’d like to know whose it was.” His eyes were dead on me. He finally stopped next to Abby and me. “Okay, that’s it. Everybody off the bus, we’re having a check.” Everybody groaned. We had had one of these before whenever somebody was accused of stealing a watch. Still, nobody fessed up. Meanwhile, I was freaking out. I had cigarettes in my backpack, and he was about to check everyone’s bag... what was I to do. “Everyone out,” he said sternly and we began to file out slowly, dreading every moment of this. We stood outside in a line, boys on one side and girls on the other, embarassed as hell. There was a woman chaperone checking all of the girls, padding them down to try and find cigarettes, and a man doing the same for the boys. Trey came off the bus with a disappointed look in his eyes,staring straight at me. I gulped... it was beginning to get harder for me to breathe. “I’ll take blame,” Abby said, generously.
“No, it’s okay. I got them, I won’t even mention you.”
Abby shrugged in a “suit yourself” manner.
The chaperones finally got finished checking everybody, finding nothing.
“Now, I want everyone to march back in their rooms and go clean up their messes. Is it necessary that every trip we go on we have to do this?” he said in a scolding voice. Everyone was curious to know who the guilty party was, but Trey was determined not to let them know.
We all went up to our rooms, and he followed the three of us. He knew that our room was decent looking, and normally he would tell us just to stay at the bus. But not today. Today he went with us to our room, as if he needed to monitor our cleaning up.
We walked in and he slammed the door shut behind him, motioning for us all to sit on the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter. Looking directly at me he said, “care to explain this to me?”
I took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. “Well, um... I got those.. from a friend of my brothers... and brought them with me.”
“And you’ve smoked them on the trip, haven’t you?”
I nodded slowly and looked down at the ground.
“What about the two of you?” he asked, no longer looking at me.
“It wasn’t...” I began.
“They can answer for themselves.”
Jade spoke first. “I promise, Trey, I didn’t smoke any. I hate cigarettes.”
Trey nodded then looked towards Abby.
“Me either,” she said. She knew I didn’t mind, because I knew she’d do it for me. Either of them would.
Trey nodded again. “Well, then, the two of you may go ahead to the bus,” he said. They nodded and gave me a compasionate smile, then headed out of the door.
“Young lady,” Trey began, “I cannot believe you. Now, I thought what you did last time was outrageous, and believe me it was. But this time.. to steal a package of cigarettes, smoke on the trip and to top it off lie to me? What are you thinking?” he scolded.
“I... I don’t know,” I stammered.
“Do you realize how bad this stuff is for you?” he said, referring to the cigarettes. “Do you realize how dangerous it is, smoking in these hotel rooms, because something could catch on fire? Or smoking in public where a police officer could see you and you could get arrested? Do you realize that?” he asked, putting his fingers underneath my chin and forcing me to look into his upset eyes. “Stephanie, you are 13 years old, far too young to begin this habit. Understand?” I nodded. “And I don’t appreciate the fact that you lied to me. You could have been let off much easier if you would have fessed up before I searched your backpack.” I nodded again. He let go of my chin as tears began to form in my eyes. I could feel his disappointment in me and I just wanted for him not to be mad at me, and to trust me. But I had broken that trust.
He sighed. “Well,” he said, “you know how I’m going to handle this...” he said, standing me up, and taking my position on the bed. I felt relieved, seeing that he hadn’t taken his belt off this time. “And all while I’m doing this, I want you to think about how much you have let me down, okay?” he asked, looking straight into my eyes. I nodded again.
He took my left arm and led me over his lap, my body already shaking with fear. Even though he didn’t have his belt off, being over his lap like this was the most embarassing position...
I felt him flip my skirt up and yank down my panties. He didn’t begin with a lecture, but instead began with sharp smacks on my bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
He pounded rhythmetically on my barebottom, five short, sharp smacks on my right cheek, then proceeded to do the same with my left cheek, in the same spot each time.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
His smacks had such a sting that I was already squirming.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Now Stephanie, SMACK!,” he began, me squirming more and whining with each smack, “I SMACK am very SMACK very SMACK disappointed in you SMACK SMACK SMACK! I hope you understand SMACK! that whenever you break the rules SMACK SMACK! you will be SMACK! punished SMACK SMACK! Am I making SMACK myself SMACK SMACK clear? SMACK SMACK SMACK!”
My bottom was stinging and I was still shaking and nearly crying with embarassment and pain, and every time I was smacked I nearly yelped with pain.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Yes, sir,” I answered, taking my punishment well for so much pain being administered to me.
“Good.” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwww,” I said in protest, finally. It was really beginning to hurt...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
“Owwwwwww, I’m sorry...” I said, almost to the point of wailing. “Please, no more...”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I cried softly as I kicked my legs a bit and squirmed like crazy on his lap. “Stephanie,” he said, that same stern voice he had kept through the entire punishment. “Keep still.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMA...
I tried to keep still, honestly... but I couldn’t, it was stinging too much. “Stephanie!” he nearly yelled. “If you don’t keep still, it will only be worse.”
I whined and cried and pleaded. “Please... no more... please,” I begged.
“I’m not close to being finished yet,” he said
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!
I cried harder, keeping myself from the squirming, at least it was working a ltitle bit. Then he stopped abruptly and lifted me up. My hands went immediately to my stinging bottom, but he pushed them away. “No, Stephanie, we’re not finished yet.”
This caused a louder whine to escape from my mouth. He ignored it though and laid me across the bed, my feet placed on the floor. I prayed silently that he would not use the belt again....
WHACK!!!!!
I felt a hot stinging on my bottom, worse than Trey’s hand, which was fierce enough as it was. I cried out from pain, not expecting such a blow. I struggled to look back and see what it was, but I was stopped. “Head DOWN!” he said sternly. “Now, if you will lay there and do as you were told, this will be finished quicker, young lady.” I weeped into the bed sheets.
WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!!!
I cried harder and harder, and I could barely contain myself because of the pain... I tried hard not to struggle... not to wiggle around, but it was so hard...
WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!!
“Stephanie, WHACK!!! I do not want to have to do this to you again, WHACK!!!! I don’t think that your brother will be too pleased whenever I tell him about what you’ve done WHACK!!!!”
This got my immediate attention, although my bottom was throbbing. I loved my brother a lot, don’t get me wrong, but whenever he found out about the drinking incident, he freaked out... he said if Trey hadn’t have already done so, he’d spank me himself. He also added that next time, he’d spank me anyway. I had never been spanked by my brother, but I knew his punishments would be as bad, if not worse, than Trey’s.
“Nooooo,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t tell him...”
WHACK!!!!!!!
That shut me up.
WHACK!!!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!
I was done struggling... all I could do was lay limply over the bed, sobbing into the sheets, thinking “wow, deja vu.” I felt Trey sit down on the bed next to me as he pulled my panties up and put my skirt down. He picked me up from the bed and I wiped my eyes as he looked at me. “Stephanie, I love you, and so does your brother. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself like this.”
I nodded, realizing his repetitiveness, but also realzing that he really did care about me, or he wouldn’t have done this.
“Now,” he said, finally revealing the small paddle that he had used to spank me with. I shuddered upon seeing it. “Tell me why I even brought this on the trip.”
I shrugged, not sure of how he wanted me to answer.
“I brought this on the trip because there are some kids on this trip that I knew I would have problems with, and I knew if I showed it to them, it would shut them up. I did not bring it to actually use, although I knew I would if I had to.” He paused, picking my chin up again. “Do I really have to go through these motions everytime we go on a trip, Stephanie? I know you know how to behave... you do everyday in class, and everytime we perform somewhere, you do just fine. Your a wonderful student...” I did not speak. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and we sat there as I regained my composure. I finally got up and washed my face and we walked out to the bus together, the paddle in his back pocket.
“So you’re not going to tell my brother?” I asked, hopefully.
He looked down and smiled at me. “You wish that I wasn’t going to tell your brother.”
30 May 2002
28 April 2002
Story: Orchestra Trip #1
This is the first story in the Oak Grove Academy mini series. Stephanie and her two best friends are stoked for their orchestra trip to Seattle, even more so when they sneak some alcohol from the unauthorized high school party. The down side is that the orchestra teacher is a family friend of Stephanie's, and any rule-breaking is immediately punished.
Orchestra Trip #1
by Breanna Carter
It was my second year in orchestra at this particular school and my first year in seventh grade. We had a new teacher, fresh from college, young and good looking. He was very quiet, but he whipped us into shape quickly and we were on our way to being the best middle school orchestra in the country.
We weren’t the only school he taught at. He also taught at the high school which was a few minutes away. We were Oakwood Middle and they were Oakwood high. Both schools specialized in Arts and Music, and whenever our old orchestra teacher, the one I had in sixth grade, retired, she gladly gave the job over to Trey, one of her former students, first chair in her Advanced Orchestra at the high school whenever he was a freshman.
Our seventh grade trip was taken with both the middle school and the high school to Seattle, Washington. It was me and my two friends, Abby and Jade. The three of us we to share a room together. We were the first chair in each of our sections, me playing cello, Abby the viola, and Jade the violin, and we were actually quite mature for our age. That’s why we weren’t surprised whenever Trey came up to us on the bus full of screaming middle schoolers.
“Hi,” he said and sat down next to Jade who sat in front of Abby and me. Abby and I loved having the very very back seat, and Jade loved having her own seat, mostly because she didn’t want to be smushed up between two loud and annoying girls who blared music that she didn’t care for too much.
“Hey,” we said back, still giggling about something that Jade had just said.
“Okay, girls, I’ve been thinking about this. There are only so many rooms that we can have on the second floor at the hotel, and so many we can have on the third. I was going to try to keep everyone together, according to age, but it looks as if we’re one room too short on the second floor. I trust you guys because you three are very bright young ladies and I trust that you won’t do anything stupid.” He paused for a moment. “Do you mind if I put you on the third floor with the high schoolers?”
I giggled a bit, thinking about how cool it was going to be to be in a room next to one of the sexy seniors. And maybe they would accept us instead of acting like we were little kids.
“Sure,” the three of us said in unison.
“Great,” Trey said and gave a small grin, then ruffled Jade’s hair and moved back to the front of the bus. Whenever he left we burst into laughter. Okay, so maybe we weren’t so mature.
“That’s so awesome!” Abby squeaked.
“I know!” I squeaked back.
“Come on, guys,” Jade said, trying to bring us back to reality. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”
We looked at her as if she was crazy then continued our conversation. “Maybe we’ll be right next to Daniel!” Abby said, referring to the hottest guy on the trip. Yes, we were definitely a couple of seventh graders.
*****
The three of us lugged our bags into the first room on the third floor. Our suitcases seemed to be bigger than we were. Jade found her key and inserted it into the door then we threw our bags inside.
“Argg, geeze this thing is heavy,” Abby complained carrying one of my suitcases. She happened to be a light packer, forgetting nearly everything, whereas Jade and I packed our entire closets and bathrooms. Abby focused on bringing food. “What the hell do you have in here, Steph?” she asked me, having a bit of trouble getting inside the door. I just grinned and threw my stuff down, then went back to get the bag that she couldn’t seem to carry.
*****
It was our last night in the hotel and we were lying in the bed, listening to my portible cd player, eating the last of the food that Abby had brought, watching tv, and laughing about the previous events. We were minding our own business whenever we heard a noise outside our door. Abby freaked out, Jade was nearly asleep next to her, and me, I was curious. I looked out of the peephole to see... well what do you know, Daniel. And then I hear a soft knock on our door and watch him step sideways, tip-toeing off. I opened the door and poked my head outside.
“Hi?” I said, questioning.
He jumped then turned around. “Oh, hey,” he said. Then the look on his face changed to that of confusion. “Wait, aren’t you one of the eighth graders or something?”
“...Something like that,” I said.
“Oh. Well, sorry, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”
“You didn’t,” I said.
“Oh, okay. I’m Daniel.”
“I’m Stephanie.”
“Well, we were just taking the tape off of all of the doors. Brian’s having a party, you guys are welcome to come if you want.”
My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to think. “Okay,” I said shyly.
“But you have to keep it down. And you can’t say anything about it, okay? I don’t care how much everyone tortures you about it. It’s something that you kids don’t need to know about until next year.”
I nodded as he walked off and took the tape off of the room next door, then knocked softly, as he had done mine. A short girl answered and threw her arms around him. “Party in Brian’s room,” he said formally and the girl nodded, then ran down the hallway quietly to the last room on the left. I went back inside my room.
“What was that all about?” Abby asked.
“Daniel,” I said, containing my excitement. “He wants us to come to the party,” I said as I pointed down to Brian’s room.
“How cool!” Abby shreiked.
“But we have to keep it down, okay? I don’t want them to get into trouble or anything. That’d suck.”
Abby nodded then smacked Jade. “Come on, get up. We HAVE to go to this.”
Jade groaned. “I don’t think this is such a great idea,” she said. “Adam said they usually have alcohol and stuff.. and even though we probably wouldn’t get caught, if we did, they could suspend us.” Adam was her older brother.
“Aww come on, Jade,” I pestered. “It isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, Trey likes us. He wouldn’t get us suspended.”
Abby was looking a little worried, too, though. She concentrated for a moment, then finally said, “aww come on, it’ll be great. We can’t worry about it.”
Jade finally grinned and said, “I’m in.”
We walked down the quiet hallway in our pj pants in tiny shirts and finally came up to Brian’s room. My heart was racing from the adrenaline that dwelled inside of me. I knocked quietly on the door, listening to the silence around me, wondering if there was really a party. The door was finally opened and the tall lanky boy stood in front of us. We looked at him as he held a beer in his hand.
“Aww hell,” he said. “What are you guys doing?”
“Um,” I began.
“Daniel invited us,” Jade finished.
“What the fuck... Daniel,” he called behind him, then the boy appeared behind his shoulder.
“Huh?” he said with that half stoned look on his face.
They spoke for a moment then decided that we shouldn’t come in. We pouted for a few moments until I finally spoke up.
“Well, can we have something to drink at least?”
“No,” Brian said, half pissed off.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re too young.”
“So are you.”
“Where the hell are you going to drink it?”
“In our room.”
“No,” he repeated.
“Awww, come on, Brian... we won’t pester you anymore.”
He took this into consideration. “Okay, but if I do, you have to promise if you get caught, you didn’t see or talk to us tonight, and if you even hint that we gave it to you, I’ll kick your ass, understand?”
“Definitely,” I said, grinning as he looked at Abby and Jade who nodded their heads also. He went back inside the room as Daniel muttered an apology and walked inside aswell, then Brian returned with three bottles of Smirnoff. He threatened us again as we walked away waving and grinning. Even if we weren’t able to go to the party, we at least had some alcohol, something that we wanted to experiment with but never had the chance to.
We opened the bottles and walked down the hallway snickering, finally deciding that we didn’t want to go back to the room, but wanted to stay out instead. And we settled on sitting on the stairs. By this time our adrenaline was so great that we ran up and down the stairs a few times, drinks in hand, taking a few sips. We even had competitions to see who could drink and run at the same time, but we mostly spilt it all over ourselves. Then we got out of breath and sat down for a while, talking loudly and giggling about stupid things.
“I’m hungry,” Jade said and I burst into laughter.
“Me too,” Abby said, giggling like me, and I nodded in agreement. So we raced each other down the stairs to the second floor where the vending machine was. Jade won, being the hungriest. We inserted the little bit of money we had into the machine and watched candybars fall out in amazement. We weren’t drunk at all, we were just acting stupid. We decided to ride the elevator back up to the third floor, but pressed fifth floor instead and rode our way back down. We ran back to the staircase, and giggled for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally we settled down a bit, sitting there just talking and getting sleepy. We weren’t even halfway through with our bottles.
“Mmmmk,” Jade said whenever she finished off her bottle then stretched out. “I’m ready for bed.” Abby and I shook our head, but decided Jade could go to bed if she wanted, but we were going to stay down there and finish our drinks.
So the three of us stood up to walk her back to the room after declaring our plans. Our bottles were sitting down on one of the steps below us and when Jade bent over to get hers, Abby and I had the wonderful idea to smack her ass, just for play. But as we did she stumbled a bit and Abby’s bottle of Smirnoff went tumbling down the stairs and landed on the bottom with a big crash.
We stood there with our mouths dropped open. Finally I had the bright idea to run to the room and get a towel to clean it up before someone came and realized what was up. No, I didn’t have the sense to leave it there and run. I had to clean it up then run.
So the three of us hurried to the room then hurried back to the staircase and wiped the floor off with a towel. Then the door swung open, Abby plopped herself down on the towel that she was using to clean up the broken glass and alcohol, Jade hid herself, and I hid my bottle behind my back, all in a split second.
Trey appeared in the doorway.
“What in the world are you girls doing?” he said in a scolding whisper.
Abby grinned in her spot and I chewed on my lip.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Um,” I muttered, and we walked towards us, letting the door shut behind him, and pulled Abby up from her spot then grabbed my arms from behind my back, revealing the nearly empty bottle of Smirnoff. Finally Jade appeared, shamefully staring at the floor, and walked up to Trey.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, tears already beginning to form in her eyes.
“Go to your room,” Trey said, not trying to keep his voice in a whiper now. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
The three of us hurried up to our room and shut the door quietly, then sat on our beds, awaiting our doom.
I felt horrible. “I’m sorry for getting you guys into this,” I said.
“It’s not your fault,” Abby said. “We all agreed to it.”
Jade was now letting silent tears fall from her eyes. She had never gotten into any trouble like this before.
We sat there for a couple of minutes, wondering what Trey was doing. Hopefully not calling our parents. It was, after all, three in the morning. Funny, it definitely hadn’t seemed like three hours since Daniel was at our door, inviting us to a party.
knock knock knock, we heard softly on our door and I was the one who opened it, staring at the red carpet the whole time, allowing Trey to enter. I walked back to my bed.
He came over towards us and looked at us disappointedly.
“What is going on?” he said, keeping himself calm. It was amazing. Of course, I’d never seen Trey really get pissed off before.
I looked up into his disappointed eyes. “It’s my fault,” I said. He gave me a questioning look, but keep that frightening disappointment there. “I brought the alcohol for us to drink tonight, and talked them into doing it. I’m sorry,” I said.
“I highly doubt that’s how it happened, Stephanie. Now, why don’t you try telling me the truth.”
I felt a pang in my stomach. But I figured I could get out of it much easier if I told what really happened. I just couldn’t let Trey know that Brian or Daniel had anything to do with it. They’d hate me forever. “Okay,” I said and took a deep breath in. “Somebody came by and asked us to come to a party, but whenever we went, the people there didn’t want us to be there. So we asked for something to drink and this is what they gave us. But honestly, Trey, it really is my fault. I’m the one who talked them into doing this, I had the idea in the first place. Please don’t punish them,” I said, glancing towards Jade who was still crying those silent tears. I looked back at Trey who nodded slowly.
“Who gave you the drinks?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sighed. “Well, ladies, I can’t believe that you would do something like this. I put my trust into you. I knew these kids up here were going to do something stupid like this, but I can’t believe that you went ahead and helped them out. Can’t believe you broke the rules, being out past curfew and drinking alcohol. Those rules are set for a reason, you understand that right?” We nodded. “Stephanie, I want you to come down to my room with me, I need to have a word with you. As for the two of you, I think each of you has a well deserved punishment lined up for you. Stephanie, I want you to wait outside the door for me. And don’t even think about running off.” I gulped and nodded, then made my way outside of my room and sat against the wall in the hallway.
Curiousity filled my mind. I wondered deeply what was going to happen. And why were they getting fussed at in our room and he was going to take me down to his room? Maybe he just figured he needed to watch me more closely?
Of course, then I heard the noises from my room. I heard a few loud cries from one of my roommates, and that scared me even more. But before my imagination could take things too far, the door behind me opened and the tall figure walked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. “We have a few things we need to discuss,” he said as we walked to the elevator and he pressed the down button. We proceeded to go down to his floor in silence, then we stood in front of his hotel room, and he opened the door and walked me in.
“Now,” he said, closing the door behind him, directing me to sit on the king sized bed in front of us. “Are you ready to tell me who gave you the drinks?”
I shook my head again.
“Stephanie, let me explain something to you. You are my responsibility this weekend. If something happened to you, it would be my fault. This curfew isn’t something that I have done to punish or hurt anybody, it’s there so you don’t get hurt. Anybody could walk into this hotel late at night and hurt you. That’s why you aren’t supossed to be running around at night. And, if I might add, the three of you were extremely loud. And I’m not just talking about whenever you broke the glass, but you were running around and giggling. And if I would have known that it was one of my kids in there doing all of that, I would have put an end to it a long time ago.”
I nodded to show him that I was listening.
“I have no choice but to punish you for what you’ve done, so that I’ll know that this will never happen again. You understand this right?”
I nodded again. With that he began to unbuckle his belt then slide it through the holes of his jeans. That’s whenever I finally realized what was happened.
“Wait,” I said suddenly. “You’re not going to... Oh God, Trey... please tell me... no...” I pleaded.
“Yeah, I am. You’ve left me with no other choice. You deliberately disobeyed me,” he said, folding his belt over to make a loop, “and you lied to me. And I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences for you actions, and that you will never do this again.”
“But,” I said, “I won’t do it again.. I... I’m sorry...” I had only been spanked once as a child, and that was whenever I stole candy from a local store. My dad had taken me home to find the melted candy in my pocket, then he scolded me and laid me over his lap to spank me. But I was only seven then. Now I was thirteen. That was too old to get a spanking.
“I know you are, Stephanie,” he said, breaking my train of thought. “But I have to do this. Now stand up.”
“Nooo,” I pleaded. “Please, Trey, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” I said, beginning to cry.
“Stand up,” he said, not reacting at all to my pleads and cries.
“Trey please nooo,” I cried more.
“Stephanie,” he said firmly, “I will not ask you again.”
I wiped my face with my hand and stood up reluctantly. He felt so much taller than me right now, although he was only about 4 or 5 inches taller. He turned me around with his arms. “Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”
I almost choked. “Noooooo,” I pleaded even louder. “You can’t.. Trey, no.” I suddenly blushed as I whined, being incredibly embarassed at thinking about him seeing me half naked.
“If you don’t do it, I will.”
That threat was enough to make me blush even more, then drop my pajama pants, exposing my white cotton panties to him. I stood, facing the wall, but he spoke to me anyway, knowing that I was listening. “Stephanie, I trusted you. I trusted the three of you. That’s why I put you on the floor with them, because I knew that if anybody could resist temptation, then it would be you. But you proved me wrong tonight, and you have broken that trust. And you’re going to have to build that back up before I can let you off alone again. So tomorrow, I want the three of you to sit with me, and I’m going to watch your every move, because I don’t trust you anymore.” His words punched me in the stomach as more tears began streaming down my face. Guilt spread throughout my body and I felt horrible for letting him down so much.
Then, without warning, he leaned me over his bed, and I cried more, realizing how much I had really screwed up this time. I buried my face into the cover and waited.
SMMACK!!!
The first hit took me by surprise, although I was expecting it. It hurt so badly, more than I could imagine.
“Owww,” I said, not wanting to complain too much, but wanting to let him know that it did indeed hurt. Because it did!
SMMACKK!!!!
The second hit was harder than the first.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Now my bottom was stinging with pain and I was crying loudly and kicking my legs.
“Stop,” he said sternly, putting my feet back on the ground.
He then decided to pull my panties down to my knees and my full bottom was exposed now. I whimpered about it for a bit, but my whining stopped whenever I felt a sharp smack on my rear end from his hand. So I just continued sobbing into the blankets.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was now spanking me with his bare hand instead of that awful belt, but believe me, it still stung like crazy. I fought and fought with myself not to cry out too much, or to even kick, but it was so hard with the sting already there and his hand hitting me repetitively making it all worse.
“I SMACK am very SMACK disappointed SMACK SMACK in you SMACK Stephanie. SMACK SMACK. I SMACK can’t believe that SMACK you would do anything so SMACK SMACK SMACK stupid SMACK SMACK!” he lectured.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed through sobs.
“I know you are SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! But can you assure me that this won’t happen again? SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!”
“Yesssss,” I cried. “I promise.” But he didn’t lay off. He kept spanking me with his hands that felt like a wooden paddle that my elementary school principal would have used.
Then he stopped for a moment. “No,” he said, “I’m not finished.” I was still crying into the sheets.
I heard the belt jingle around in his hands.
“Ten more,” he said. “Then I’ll be finished.”
I nodded, in pain.
CRRACCKKK!!!!
“Owwwww,” I whined.
CRACKK!!!!!
“Uhnnn,” I was feeling intense pain.
CCRAAACKK!!!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwwwww.”
CCCRRACKK!!!!!! CCRRRRAACK!!!!!!
“Owwwww, please no more, I’ll be good.”
CRAAAACKKK!!!!!!! CCRRAACCKK!!!!!!! SSMAAACKK!!!!!!
“Please,” I begged.
And the last two were the worse of all.
WWHHHAAAAACKK!!!!!!!!
My only reaction was a loud whine, and more tears flowing from my eyes.
WWWWHHHHAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!
I heard him throw the belt down on the floor as I buried my head into my right hand, and rubbed my backside with my left. My bottom was on fire, and it was stinging and aching like it had never done before.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” he said back, sitting on the bed next to me, stroking my hair.
We lay like that for a good ten or so minutes, until I finally pulled my panties and pj pants up and painfully sat down on his bed next to him. I yawned.
“You should go onto bed,” he said, calmly.
I nodded. My eyes were red and puffy and I was super tired. “This won’t happen again, Trey, I promise.”
“I hope not. I’m sorry your night had to end this way.”
“Me too,” I said with a slight grin as I stood up and rubbed my bottom more.
Orchestra Trip #1
by Breanna Carter
It was my second year in orchestra at this particular school and my first year in seventh grade. We had a new teacher, fresh from college, young and good looking. He was very quiet, but he whipped us into shape quickly and we were on our way to being the best middle school orchestra in the country.
We weren’t the only school he taught at. He also taught at the high school which was a few minutes away. We were Oakwood Middle and they were Oakwood high. Both schools specialized in Arts and Music, and whenever our old orchestra teacher, the one I had in sixth grade, retired, she gladly gave the job over to Trey, one of her former students, first chair in her Advanced Orchestra at the high school whenever he was a freshman.
Our seventh grade trip was taken with both the middle school and the high school to Seattle, Washington. It was me and my two friends, Abby and Jade. The three of us we to share a room together. We were the first chair in each of our sections, me playing cello, Abby the viola, and Jade the violin, and we were actually quite mature for our age. That’s why we weren’t surprised whenever Trey came up to us on the bus full of screaming middle schoolers.
“Hi,” he said and sat down next to Jade who sat in front of Abby and me. Abby and I loved having the very very back seat, and Jade loved having her own seat, mostly because she didn’t want to be smushed up between two loud and annoying girls who blared music that she didn’t care for too much.
“Hey,” we said back, still giggling about something that Jade had just said.
“Okay, girls, I’ve been thinking about this. There are only so many rooms that we can have on the second floor at the hotel, and so many we can have on the third. I was going to try to keep everyone together, according to age, but it looks as if we’re one room too short on the second floor. I trust you guys because you three are very bright young ladies and I trust that you won’t do anything stupid.” He paused for a moment. “Do you mind if I put you on the third floor with the high schoolers?”
I giggled a bit, thinking about how cool it was going to be to be in a room next to one of the sexy seniors. And maybe they would accept us instead of acting like we were little kids.
“Sure,” the three of us said in unison.
“Great,” Trey said and gave a small grin, then ruffled Jade’s hair and moved back to the front of the bus. Whenever he left we burst into laughter. Okay, so maybe we weren’t so mature.
“That’s so awesome!” Abby squeaked.
“I know!” I squeaked back.
“Come on, guys,” Jade said, trying to bring us back to reality. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”
We looked at her as if she was crazy then continued our conversation. “Maybe we’ll be right next to Daniel!” Abby said, referring to the hottest guy on the trip. Yes, we were definitely a couple of seventh graders.
*****
The three of us lugged our bags into the first room on the third floor. Our suitcases seemed to be bigger than we were. Jade found her key and inserted it into the door then we threw our bags inside.
“Argg, geeze this thing is heavy,” Abby complained carrying one of my suitcases. She happened to be a light packer, forgetting nearly everything, whereas Jade and I packed our entire closets and bathrooms. Abby focused on bringing food. “What the hell do you have in here, Steph?” she asked me, having a bit of trouble getting inside the door. I just grinned and threw my stuff down, then went back to get the bag that she couldn’t seem to carry.
*****
It was our last night in the hotel and we were lying in the bed, listening to my portible cd player, eating the last of the food that Abby had brought, watching tv, and laughing about the previous events. We were minding our own business whenever we heard a noise outside our door. Abby freaked out, Jade was nearly asleep next to her, and me, I was curious. I looked out of the peephole to see... well what do you know, Daniel. And then I hear a soft knock on our door and watch him step sideways, tip-toeing off. I opened the door and poked my head outside.
“Hi?” I said, questioning.
He jumped then turned around. “Oh, hey,” he said. Then the look on his face changed to that of confusion. “Wait, aren’t you one of the eighth graders or something?”
“...Something like that,” I said.
“Oh. Well, sorry, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”
“You didn’t,” I said.
“Oh, okay. I’m Daniel.”
“I’m Stephanie.”
“Well, we were just taking the tape off of all of the doors. Brian’s having a party, you guys are welcome to come if you want.”
My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to think. “Okay,” I said shyly.
“But you have to keep it down. And you can’t say anything about it, okay? I don’t care how much everyone tortures you about it. It’s something that you kids don’t need to know about until next year.”
I nodded as he walked off and took the tape off of the room next door, then knocked softly, as he had done mine. A short girl answered and threw her arms around him. “Party in Brian’s room,” he said formally and the girl nodded, then ran down the hallway quietly to the last room on the left. I went back inside my room.
“What was that all about?” Abby asked.
“Daniel,” I said, containing my excitement. “He wants us to come to the party,” I said as I pointed down to Brian’s room.
“How cool!” Abby shreiked.
“But we have to keep it down, okay? I don’t want them to get into trouble or anything. That’d suck.”
Abby nodded then smacked Jade. “Come on, get up. We HAVE to go to this.”
Jade groaned. “I don’t think this is such a great idea,” she said. “Adam said they usually have alcohol and stuff.. and even though we probably wouldn’t get caught, if we did, they could suspend us.” Adam was her older brother.
“Aww come on, Jade,” I pestered. “It isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, Trey likes us. He wouldn’t get us suspended.”
Abby was looking a little worried, too, though. She concentrated for a moment, then finally said, “aww come on, it’ll be great. We can’t worry about it.”
Jade finally grinned and said, “I’m in.”
We walked down the quiet hallway in our pj pants in tiny shirts and finally came up to Brian’s room. My heart was racing from the adrenaline that dwelled inside of me. I knocked quietly on the door, listening to the silence around me, wondering if there was really a party. The door was finally opened and the tall lanky boy stood in front of us. We looked at him as he held a beer in his hand.
“Aww hell,” he said. “What are you guys doing?”
“Um,” I began.
“Daniel invited us,” Jade finished.
“What the fuck... Daniel,” he called behind him, then the boy appeared behind his shoulder.
“Huh?” he said with that half stoned look on his face.
They spoke for a moment then decided that we shouldn’t come in. We pouted for a few moments until I finally spoke up.
“Well, can we have something to drink at least?”
“No,” Brian said, half pissed off.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re too young.”
“So are you.”
“Where the hell are you going to drink it?”
“In our room.”
“No,” he repeated.
“Awww, come on, Brian... we won’t pester you anymore.”
He took this into consideration. “Okay, but if I do, you have to promise if you get caught, you didn’t see or talk to us tonight, and if you even hint that we gave it to you, I’ll kick your ass, understand?”
“Definitely,” I said, grinning as he looked at Abby and Jade who nodded their heads also. He went back inside the room as Daniel muttered an apology and walked inside aswell, then Brian returned with three bottles of Smirnoff. He threatened us again as we walked away waving and grinning. Even if we weren’t able to go to the party, we at least had some alcohol, something that we wanted to experiment with but never had the chance to.
We opened the bottles and walked down the hallway snickering, finally deciding that we didn’t want to go back to the room, but wanted to stay out instead. And we settled on sitting on the stairs. By this time our adrenaline was so great that we ran up and down the stairs a few times, drinks in hand, taking a few sips. We even had competitions to see who could drink and run at the same time, but we mostly spilt it all over ourselves. Then we got out of breath and sat down for a while, talking loudly and giggling about stupid things.
“I’m hungry,” Jade said and I burst into laughter.
“Me too,” Abby said, giggling like me, and I nodded in agreement. So we raced each other down the stairs to the second floor where the vending machine was. Jade won, being the hungriest. We inserted the little bit of money we had into the machine and watched candybars fall out in amazement. We weren’t drunk at all, we were just acting stupid. We decided to ride the elevator back up to the third floor, but pressed fifth floor instead and rode our way back down. We ran back to the staircase, and giggled for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally we settled down a bit, sitting there just talking and getting sleepy. We weren’t even halfway through with our bottles.
“Mmmmk,” Jade said whenever she finished off her bottle then stretched out. “I’m ready for bed.” Abby and I shook our head, but decided Jade could go to bed if she wanted, but we were going to stay down there and finish our drinks.
So the three of us stood up to walk her back to the room after declaring our plans. Our bottles were sitting down on one of the steps below us and when Jade bent over to get hers, Abby and I had the wonderful idea to smack her ass, just for play. But as we did she stumbled a bit and Abby’s bottle of Smirnoff went tumbling down the stairs and landed on the bottom with a big crash.
We stood there with our mouths dropped open. Finally I had the bright idea to run to the room and get a towel to clean it up before someone came and realized what was up. No, I didn’t have the sense to leave it there and run. I had to clean it up then run.
So the three of us hurried to the room then hurried back to the staircase and wiped the floor off with a towel. Then the door swung open, Abby plopped herself down on the towel that she was using to clean up the broken glass and alcohol, Jade hid herself, and I hid my bottle behind my back, all in a split second.
Trey appeared in the doorway.
“What in the world are you girls doing?” he said in a scolding whisper.
Abby grinned in her spot and I chewed on my lip.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Um,” I muttered, and we walked towards us, letting the door shut behind him, and pulled Abby up from her spot then grabbed my arms from behind my back, revealing the nearly empty bottle of Smirnoff. Finally Jade appeared, shamefully staring at the floor, and walked up to Trey.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, tears already beginning to form in her eyes.
“Go to your room,” Trey said, not trying to keep his voice in a whiper now. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
The three of us hurried up to our room and shut the door quietly, then sat on our beds, awaiting our doom.
I felt horrible. “I’m sorry for getting you guys into this,” I said.
“It’s not your fault,” Abby said. “We all agreed to it.”
Jade was now letting silent tears fall from her eyes. She had never gotten into any trouble like this before.
We sat there for a couple of minutes, wondering what Trey was doing. Hopefully not calling our parents. It was, after all, three in the morning. Funny, it definitely hadn’t seemed like three hours since Daniel was at our door, inviting us to a party.
knock knock knock, we heard softly on our door and I was the one who opened it, staring at the red carpet the whole time, allowing Trey to enter. I walked back to my bed.
He came over towards us and looked at us disappointedly.
“What is going on?” he said, keeping himself calm. It was amazing. Of course, I’d never seen Trey really get pissed off before.
I looked up into his disappointed eyes. “It’s my fault,” I said. He gave me a questioning look, but keep that frightening disappointment there. “I brought the alcohol for us to drink tonight, and talked them into doing it. I’m sorry,” I said.
“I highly doubt that’s how it happened, Stephanie. Now, why don’t you try telling me the truth.”
I felt a pang in my stomach. But I figured I could get out of it much easier if I told what really happened. I just couldn’t let Trey know that Brian or Daniel had anything to do with it. They’d hate me forever. “Okay,” I said and took a deep breath in. “Somebody came by and asked us to come to a party, but whenever we went, the people there didn’t want us to be there. So we asked for something to drink and this is what they gave us. But honestly, Trey, it really is my fault. I’m the one who talked them into doing this, I had the idea in the first place. Please don’t punish them,” I said, glancing towards Jade who was still crying those silent tears. I looked back at Trey who nodded slowly.
“Who gave you the drinks?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sighed. “Well, ladies, I can’t believe that you would do something like this. I put my trust into you. I knew these kids up here were going to do something stupid like this, but I can’t believe that you went ahead and helped them out. Can’t believe you broke the rules, being out past curfew and drinking alcohol. Those rules are set for a reason, you understand that right?” We nodded. “Stephanie, I want you to come down to my room with me, I need to have a word with you. As for the two of you, I think each of you has a well deserved punishment lined up for you. Stephanie, I want you to wait outside the door for me. And don’t even think about running off.” I gulped and nodded, then made my way outside of my room and sat against the wall in the hallway.
Curiousity filled my mind. I wondered deeply what was going to happen. And why were they getting fussed at in our room and he was going to take me down to his room? Maybe he just figured he needed to watch me more closely?
Of course, then I heard the noises from my room. I heard a few loud cries from one of my roommates, and that scared me even more. But before my imagination could take things too far, the door behind me opened and the tall figure walked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. “We have a few things we need to discuss,” he said as we walked to the elevator and he pressed the down button. We proceeded to go down to his floor in silence, then we stood in front of his hotel room, and he opened the door and walked me in.
“Now,” he said, closing the door behind him, directing me to sit on the king sized bed in front of us. “Are you ready to tell me who gave you the drinks?”
I shook my head again.
“Stephanie, let me explain something to you. You are my responsibility this weekend. If something happened to you, it would be my fault. This curfew isn’t something that I have done to punish or hurt anybody, it’s there so you don’t get hurt. Anybody could walk into this hotel late at night and hurt you. That’s why you aren’t supossed to be running around at night. And, if I might add, the three of you were extremely loud. And I’m not just talking about whenever you broke the glass, but you were running around and giggling. And if I would have known that it was one of my kids in there doing all of that, I would have put an end to it a long time ago.”
I nodded to show him that I was listening.
“I have no choice but to punish you for what you’ve done, so that I’ll know that this will never happen again. You understand this right?”
I nodded again. With that he began to unbuckle his belt then slide it through the holes of his jeans. That’s whenever I finally realized what was happened.
“Wait,” I said suddenly. “You’re not going to... Oh God, Trey... please tell me... no...” I pleaded.
“Yeah, I am. You’ve left me with no other choice. You deliberately disobeyed me,” he said, folding his belt over to make a loop, “and you lied to me. And I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences for you actions, and that you will never do this again.”
“But,” I said, “I won’t do it again.. I... I’m sorry...” I had only been spanked once as a child, and that was whenever I stole candy from a local store. My dad had taken me home to find the melted candy in my pocket, then he scolded me and laid me over his lap to spank me. But I was only seven then. Now I was thirteen. That was too old to get a spanking.
“I know you are, Stephanie,” he said, breaking my train of thought. “But I have to do this. Now stand up.”
“Nooo,” I pleaded. “Please, Trey, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” I said, beginning to cry.
“Stand up,” he said, not reacting at all to my pleads and cries.
“Trey please nooo,” I cried more.
“Stephanie,” he said firmly, “I will not ask you again.”
I wiped my face with my hand and stood up reluctantly. He felt so much taller than me right now, although he was only about 4 or 5 inches taller. He turned me around with his arms. “Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”
I almost choked. “Noooooo,” I pleaded even louder. “You can’t.. Trey, no.” I suddenly blushed as I whined, being incredibly embarassed at thinking about him seeing me half naked.
“If you don’t do it, I will.”
That threat was enough to make me blush even more, then drop my pajama pants, exposing my white cotton panties to him. I stood, facing the wall, but he spoke to me anyway, knowing that I was listening. “Stephanie, I trusted you. I trusted the three of you. That’s why I put you on the floor with them, because I knew that if anybody could resist temptation, then it would be you. But you proved me wrong tonight, and you have broken that trust. And you’re going to have to build that back up before I can let you off alone again. So tomorrow, I want the three of you to sit with me, and I’m going to watch your every move, because I don’t trust you anymore.” His words punched me in the stomach as more tears began streaming down my face. Guilt spread throughout my body and I felt horrible for letting him down so much.
Then, without warning, he leaned me over his bed, and I cried more, realizing how much I had really screwed up this time. I buried my face into the cover and waited.
SMMACK!!!
The first hit took me by surprise, although I was expecting it. It hurt so badly, more than I could imagine.
“Owww,” I said, not wanting to complain too much, but wanting to let him know that it did indeed hurt. Because it did!
SMMACKK!!!!
The second hit was harder than the first.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Now my bottom was stinging with pain and I was crying loudly and kicking my legs.
“Stop,” he said sternly, putting my feet back on the ground.
He then decided to pull my panties down to my knees and my full bottom was exposed now. I whimpered about it for a bit, but my whining stopped whenever I felt a sharp smack on my rear end from his hand. So I just continued sobbing into the blankets.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was now spanking me with his bare hand instead of that awful belt, but believe me, it still stung like crazy. I fought and fought with myself not to cry out too much, or to even kick, but it was so hard with the sting already there and his hand hitting me repetitively making it all worse.
“I SMACK am very SMACK disappointed SMACK SMACK in you SMACK Stephanie. SMACK SMACK. I SMACK can’t believe that SMACK you would do anything so SMACK SMACK SMACK stupid SMACK SMACK!” he lectured.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed through sobs.
“I know you are SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! But can you assure me that this won’t happen again? SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!”
“Yesssss,” I cried. “I promise.” But he didn’t lay off. He kept spanking me with his hands that felt like a wooden paddle that my elementary school principal would have used.
Then he stopped for a moment. “No,” he said, “I’m not finished.” I was still crying into the sheets.
I heard the belt jingle around in his hands.
“Ten more,” he said. “Then I’ll be finished.”
I nodded, in pain.
CRRACCKKK!!!!
“Owwwww,” I whined.
CRACKK!!!!!
“Uhnnn,” I was feeling intense pain.
CCRAAACKK!!!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwwwww.”
CCCRRACKK!!!!!! CCRRRRAACK!!!!!!
“Owwwww, please no more, I’ll be good.”
CRAAAACKKK!!!!!!! CCRRAACCKK!!!!!!! SSMAAACKK!!!!!!
“Please,” I begged.
And the last two were the worse of all.
WWHHHAAAAACKK!!!!!!!!
My only reaction was a loud whine, and more tears flowing from my eyes.
WWWWHHHHAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!
I heard him throw the belt down on the floor as I buried my head into my right hand, and rubbed my backside with my left. My bottom was on fire, and it was stinging and aching like it had never done before.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” he said back, sitting on the bed next to me, stroking my hair.
We lay like that for a good ten or so minutes, until I finally pulled my panties and pj pants up and painfully sat down on his bed next to him. I yawned.
“You should go onto bed,” he said, calmly.
I nodded. My eyes were red and puffy and I was super tired. “This won’t happen again, Trey, I promise.”
“I hope not. I’m sorry your night had to end this way.”
“Me too,” I said with a slight grin as I stood up and rubbed my bottom more.
15 January 2000
stabler girls
Stabler Girls
Breanna and her little sister Lenore always seem to find themselves in trouble. Their single father does his best to keep them on the right track, and that means most of the time they end up with reddened backsides. Written by Breanna Carter (that's me) and my friend, Lenore.
Running Lies -- M/ff nc voy
The Eminem Concert -- M/f nc, M/ff nc voy
Framed -- M/f nc, M/f nc
Playing With Fire -- M/f nc
Brownies -- M/f nc
Guitar Sisters -- M/f nc, M/f nc
Garage Mishaps -- M/f nc
Jerry -- M/ff nc voy
Coming Out of the Closet -- M/ff nc voy
Punching Douchebags -- M/f nc voy, M/ff nc
Patience Is A Virtue -- f/f nc
Nightmare in the Stabler House -- M/ff nc voy
Blackmailed -- M/f nc, M/f nc
Punching Douchebags -- M/f nc voy, M/ff nc
Patience Is A Virtue -- f/f nc
Nightmare in the Stabler House -- M/ff nc voy
Blackmailed -- M/f nc, M/f nc
Danielle
Carlos/Danielle
Danielle's family seems mixed up at times, but she likes it okay. She gets along really well with her older step brother, Carlos, who sometimes takes the discipline into his own hands. She can't help her misbehavior, though. It's part of being a 15 year old!
The Craziest Day -- M/f nc
Livin' La Vida Loca -- M/f nc
Fighting is No Good Part 1 -- M/f nc
Fighting is No Good Part 2 -- M/f nc
Danielle's Illegal Endeavor -- M/f nc
Getting Burned -- M/f nc
Getting Burned -- M/f nc
Studying Abroad - Chapter 1 -- M/f nc
Shannon
Shannon's parents are sent to Europe for the school year. As much as they'd love to have their fifteen year old daughter join them, it's just impossible. Therefore, she must stay with her older brother Matt -- a loveable college student who is determined to correct his sister's attitude by the end of her stay with him. Shannon can't help it... sometimes she says things before she thinks!
End of Summer -- M/f nc mouthsoaping
Kyle's House -- M/f nc
The Bell Rings at Three -- M/f nc
Procrastinating Into Trouble -- M/f nc mouthsoaping
Rave, Anybody? -- M/f nc mouthsoaping
The Winter Ball -- M/f nc
The Winter Ball, Part 2 -- m/f, m/f nc
Misc
Misc Stories
These are all of the stories I've written that don't belong to a series, in case you couldn't figure out that on your own. If there's some you'd like to see a series from, just let me know by commenting below. Hope you enjoy!
Alex and Anali -- M/f nc
Alex y Anali (español) -- M/f nc
The Advisor -- M/F nc
Back on Track -- M/f nc
Back on Track 2 -- M/f nc
Back on Track 3 -- M/f nc
Beach Party -- M/F nc
Boarding School -- M/f nc
Bratty Little Sisters Are a Pain -- M/f nc
Camp Counselors in Trouble -- M/FF nc, voy, sexual themes
Camp Counselors in Trouble (Edited) -- M/FF nc, voy
Chemicals -- M/f nc
Cherry Kiss -- MM/F nc, voy
Chilean Spanking -- M/F cons
Christina's Bad Day -- X/mmmf nc, voy; M/f nc
Christmas in Amsterdam -- M/f nc
The Circus -- m/f nc
Curious Jenny -- M/f nc
Cynthia's Mexican Adventure -- M+/f nc, voy; M/f nc
Daycare Drama -- M/f nc
DDR Junkies -- m/M, m/f, M/f, Mm/f semi-cons
Drag Race -- M/f nc, M/f nc
Drunken Rampage -- M/f semi-cons
Ecstatic For Ecstasy -- M/f nc, voy
The Emo Story -- M/F cons
Fake ID -- M/f nc
Fed Up -- M/f nc
I Like Cheese -- M/f nc
I Like eBay -- M/f nc
I Wanna Go Home -- M/f nc voy
Jared -- M/f nc
Learning the Hard Way -- M/F nc
Learning a Lesson -- M/f nc
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire -- M/f nc
Like a Father -- m/f nc
My New Little Sister -- M/f nc, M/F nc
Nikki's Amusement Park Adventure -- M/f nc
Not Normal -- M/f nc
Old Fashioned Family -- M/f nc, voy
One Week Later -- M/f nc
Patrick -- F/f nc, M/f nc
Peer Pressure -- M/f nc
Picture Yourself Here -- F/f nc, voy; F/f nc semi-voy, M/f nc
Potty Mouth -- M/f nc
Random Short Story -- M/f nc
Raven's Black Tears -- f/f sc (self-injury theme)
Running Away -- M/f nc
A Second Older Brother -- M/f nc
Shopping for Aunt Becky (Full House FanFic) -- M/f nc, f/f sc, M/ff nc voy
Sleeping Kicks Ass -- M/f nc
Sneaking Out -- M/ff nc voy
Spanked Down Under -- M/ff nc voy
Stupid Paddles -- M/F cons
Tears of Frustration -- M/F sc
Tio Ricardo -- M/f nc
Tio Ricardo (español) -- M/f nc
Too Drunk -- M/F semi-cons
Too Much -- M/f nc
Total Anarchy!... Sorta -- M/f nc
11 January 2000
Molly
Molly
Molly is the sweetest little girl in the world. She loves the skating rink, her Irish heritage, making new friends, and most of all, Brian, a good friend of hers from the skating rink who decides to look after her. I've had tons of good feedback from these stories, so I hope you like them, too. Not all of the stories have spankings in them, so if you only want spanking scenes, just read the ones with "M/f" written on them (as if you couldn't figure that out on your own). Enough rambling.. just enjoy :)
Chapter 1! -- M/f nc
Chapter 2!
Chapter 3!
Chapter 4! -- M/f nc
Chapter 5!
Chapter 6! -- M/f nc
Chapter 7!
Chapter 8!
Chapter 9! -- M/f nc
Chapter 10! -- M/f nc
Chapter 11!
Chapter 12! -- f/M sorta
Chapter 13! -- M/f nc
Bri
Terrence, Brianna, Ashton and Anastasia
Brianna is one of my oldest characters and the one who finds herself in the most trouble! After her parents died when she was young, her older brother, Terrence, decided to take care of her. He's also a firm believer in spankings, and Brianna finds herself over his knee more times than she'd like. Anastasia becomes Bri's best friends after they meet during Brianna's junior year in high school. Ana has a hottie for an older brother, and oddly enough, he spanks, too! Together, they're more trouble than one can imagine! Since Bri is one of the first characters I wrote about, she also has the most stories! So I've divided them up according to her year in high school. Some of them aren't very good, and they might not be in the right order (and you might notice weird difference). Sorry about that :)
Freshman -
Stealing Is Bad -- M/f nc
Skipping Class -- M/ff nc
Sophomore -
Cheater, Cheater -- M/f nc
Skipping Again -- M/f nc
Party! -- M/f nc
Stolen Car -- M/f nc
To the Park -- M/f nc
Concert -- M/f nc
Heavenly Weed -- M/f nc
Summer of Concerts -- M/ff nc
Ashton's Car -- m/f nc
Junior -
Brianna's First Day of School -- M/f nc
Anastasia's First Day of School -- m/f nc
Bad Grades -- M/f nc
District Championships -- M/f nc
State Championships -- M/f nc
Ditching School (Anastasia) -- m/f nc
Rated R Movie -- M/ff nc
Chicago Fun Part I - Souvenir Hairbrush -- m/ff nc
Chicago Fun Part II - Chad's Party -- m/ff, M/ff nc
Anastasia's Birthday - Part I -- f/f nc
Anastasia's Birthday - Part II -- M/f nc
Spiffy Big Brother (Anastasia) -- M/f nc mouthsoaping
U Drink, U Drive, U Walk -- M/f nc
Senior -
Food Fight -- M/f nc
Lesson Finally Learned -- M/f nc
The Homecoming Dance -- M/f cons, M/f nc, M/f cons
The Soccer Party -- M/f, M/f implied
A Bit of Jealousy -- M/f nc
The Good Old Days -- M/f nc
Dinner At Romano's -- M/f nc
Viva Mexico - Part I
Viva Mexico - Part II -- M/Ff nc
No Pain, No Game -- M/F nc
Temper Tantrum -- M/F nc
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