Bri knows the cure for her best friend’s broken heart. Too bad she has to take Terrence’s car in order to provide her with that cure.
“Hmmm?” I said sleepily as I lay in my bed disturbed by the loud ringing of the phone.
“I need you to come over,” my friend said, sobbing.
“Steph,” I said weakly, glancing at the clock. “It’s 3 in the morning and I had to work tonight… I’m really tired.”
“I really need to talk to you, Brianna… please,” she said, letting out another sob.
“What’s wrong?” I asked in a worried voice, finally realizing that she was crying. “Stephanie? Are you okay?? I’ll be over there in a couple of minutes.”
I slammed the phone down and changed into the nearest pair of pants and slipped on a shirt then jumped out of my window, hoping that Terrence would remain asleep until I at least got home. When I got outside, though, I realized that my car wasn’t there. Yeah, I had gotten in a stupid wreck and it was still in the shop. I sighed loudly and looked at the sky as if asking God “why me?” I thought for a moment and looked at Terrence’s car, figuring he wouldn’t miss it much. I slipped back inside my window and grabbed his keys from the kitchen table and jumped back out of the window then headed towards Stephanie’s house.
I was at her house in a matter of seconds. That’s how fast I drove through my neighborhood, that’s how many stop signs I ran. I’m usually a really safe driver, but I was worried to death.
When I got there, the first thing I did was tap softly on her window. She opened it up and let me inside. Her eyes were red and puffy and a box of kleenex sat next to her and Dashboard Confessionals was blaring loudly. I knew what happened.
“Oh, God,” I muttered when I landed on her floor. I allowed her to fall into my arms and I tried to rock her back and forth and console her, trying to listen to her muttering about her now ex-boyfriend and how she loved him so much and how she didn’t want him to break up with her and how much she fucked up then repeating everything afterwards. “It’s okay, Steph,” I said, softly. Being 16 and all, having a boyfriend was a big deal… and it was her first real love…
We sat there for a long time, her crying on my shoulder and me rocking her back and forth. I searched through my mind trying to think of something that could help her feel better. Sitting there on the bed listening to whiny Emo music wasn’t helping at all. That’s when the light bulb came on.
“Steph!” I said cheerfully.
“What?” she muttered.
“Get up! Get up! I have the perfect idea!”
She raised herself up and looked at me, her eyes puffier and redder than ever. “Perfect idea? I miss Paulllll,” she whined, lying her head down back on my chest.
“No, no, get up,” I said and turned off the music.
“I was listening to…” she began but I cut her off by grabbing a happy CD from her CD collection and dragging her out of the window with me. I dragged her to my… er… Terrence’s car and shoved her into the passenger’s seat then sat myself next to her.
“We’re going to go out and drive around like we used to, and listen to happy music and be happy, dammit!” I said grinning. “It’s been forever since we’ve done it, and besides, we don’t need guys!”
I slammed in Alanis Morisette, okay, that’s not happy music, but it was a start. It was angry-at-guys music and that’s what we needed, not sappy I-love-you-and-miss-you music. I pulled out of the driveway with a sniffling Stephanie next to me, then turned the music up as loud as it would go when we got out of the neighborhood. We sang along, dancing, and just having fun seeing as it was 3:30 in the morning and nobody was out driving or anything.
“How about a candy bar and Mountain Dew, on me?” I asked, pulling into Wal-Mart.
She nodded, grinning a bit now, her eyes not as red and puffy.
“All right then, you stay in here. I’ll be back in a minute.” I hopped out of the car, stuffed the keys in my pocket then made my way inside Wal-Mart. I went back to the candy aisle, got three bags of gummy worms and a couple of Milky Way bars. I was on my way to getting two Mountain Dews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped three feet in the air, knowing that it was Terrence next to me. I gave a heavy sigh of relief when I saw it was just a police officer.
Just a police officer?
“Ma’am, how old are you?” he asked in a calm voice.
“Er, 17,” I said nervously, my voice so unsteady he had to have known I was lying.
“17? Today you’re 17? Not tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or next year…?”
“Well, er… I’m almost 17…” I stuttered.
“Erm, yeah… almost.”
“Do your parents know that you’re wandering around Wal-Mart this time of night?”
Now was my chance. “My…” I stuttered, trying to think of the saddest thought, letting a tear slip down my cheek, “parents… are dead,” I said, beginning to cry full out now.
“Oh,” he said, taken aback. “Well then,” he said, obviously not the least bit moved by my outburst… “does your guardian know where you are?”
I tried to keep crying, wiping my eyes a bit. “Yes,” I lied. “I came to get some stuff ’cause my friend was spending the night and I wanted some stuff and he said I could get some…”
“Ah well, I see then. So he wouldn’t mind if I brought you home and told him about how you’re out past state curfew?”
I gulped. This wasn’t what I was expecting… “Please, officer,” I begged. “I just wanna get my stuff and go home…”
“Well you can, I’ll just take you there…”
What an ass. “Please, sir… I have his car and I’d rather drive it home.”
He considered this for a moment. “No, you’re a minor out past state curfew, it’s my duty to release you back into the care of your guardian. Now, if you will go ahead and purchase your items so we can get a move on.”
I opened my mouth to beg more, but was cut off by a stern look. I threw the stuff back onto the rack and said, “fine.”
He didn’t ask whether or not I was going to buy the stuff, but instead just led me outside where a cop car sat. It reminded me of something and I suddenly said, “I smell bacon.”
He looked at me. “Excuse me?”
“Bacon… you know, that stuff that comes from pigs? I smell it.”
I think he understood what I meant because he didn’t say a word after that, just opened the door for me. I sat down and folded my arms then remembered that Stephanie was still sitting in Terrence’s car, probably wondering what had happened to me. Great…
I took out my cell phone as we were driving and called Steph’s cell number.
“Hello?” she answered, the tears in her voice apparent once again.
“Steph?” I whispered. “Look, I smell bacon and I have to go home. Sorry.”
“Bacon?” she said then said, “oh! You got caught by a cop?”
“That’s not good… what’s happening.”
“Can’t now, later. You gotta walk… I’m sorry.” I wondered what the look on the pig’s face was.
“Yeah, it’s okay. Terrence is going to be pissed… I’ll call you when I get the chance,” Steph said.
“Mmmk. Later, girly. Sorry, again.”
“It’s okay,” she said and we both hung up.
So, I rode in the car with this piggy and wondered if he had any donuts close by. I mean, don’t all cops eat those? And a donut sounded really good…
“…your address?” he asked, slightly irritated.
“Huh?” I said.
“I’ve asked you four times what your address was then realized you were on that phone. So, what is it?”
“Oh… oh!” I said, then recited my address to him, silently praying that he wouldn’t knock on the door and wake Terrence. How I would get his car back without him knowing was my next problem.
Of course, I really didn’t have to worry about it because when we pulled into my driveway the cop got out of the car as well and banged loudly on the door. I winced at each bang, thinking about how mad Terrence was going to be…
We heard shuffling through the house and I knew that Terrence was peeking through the window then making his way slowly towards the door. Well, slowly wasn’t exactly the way to put it… he ended up at the doorway faster than I thought he would, obviously having hurriedly slipped on a pair of jeans. He glared at me. I let out a weak smile and looked at him. He was wearing those jeans and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles that he would probably be using on me once he found out what I did. How could I get out of this? I shivered a little bit, remembering the last time I had gotten spanked… I didn’t like the way this was going…
“Terrence Carter,” he said, shaking the officer’s hand as I realized that they just introduced themselves to each other.
I listened as he explained the situation to my older brother, well, halfway listened, the other half of me was wondering if he noticed that his car was gone…
“Thank you, sir,” he finally said.
“No problem,” the piggy said then let out a grin that made me hate the guy even more. He turned to leave and Terrence put a hand on my shoulder and led me into the house. My body was shaking more with fright by this time…
“Brianna you are 16 years old! You know better than to sneak out of the house, steal my car, and wander around Wal-Mart at 4 in the morning!” he shouted after he slammed the door behind us.
“Er, um,” I stammered. “But… Stephanie needed some company..”
“That doesn’t tell me why the hell you were at Wal-Mart in the first place!”
“Well… see… she called, and needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was sick of her crying so I decided to go out riding around and…”
“In MY car, might I add. Haven’t we already had a discussion about you stealing stuff?”
“I don’t want to listen to your excuses. You are getting too old to be spanked…” Oooo, a light of hope… “I don’t know why you keep giving me reason to do it more often!” Damn, that hope was gone.
“Terrence… I’m sorry…”
“You’re always sorry! You said you were sorry last time you stole something, you said you were sorry last time you were out past curfew, you said you were sorry when…”
“Okay, okay… but I really am sorry… and I really learned my lesson. You don’t have to spank me…”
“Oh, I don’t?”
“No, you don’t… I’ll be good. Go on and go to sleep and when we wake up in the morning we can put this past us…”
“I don’t think so, young lady,” he said. “Where’s Stephanie?”
“Er, she was at Wal-Mart, but I called and told her what happened, so she was on her way home.”
“How the hell do you expect me to pick up my car?”
I shrugged. That was a good question…
“How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow? Brianna, do you realize the seriousness in what you’ve done?”
I guess I honestly didn’t, but I nodded anyway.
He sighed loudly. “Go to your room,” he ordered.
I tottered off to my room, shaking with fear. Please don’t let him spank me, please don’t let him spank me, I begged to myself. It was futile, I knew even then.
He finally entered after me sitting there for about 10 minutes, anticipating what would happen. I gazed at him with my fearful blue eyes, noticing that he hadn’t brought anything into the room with him. That could be a good sign.
Of course, that was also about the time that I noticed that he was still wearing those jeans, and in those jeans was a belt… a leather belt that had been used on me before, a couple of times. I winced a little bit.
“I’m sorry, Terrence…” I said desperately, trying to think of a good reason of why he shouldn’t spank me. “Look, er… I’m having girl complications… yeah, that time of month…” I lied. “You er, can’t spank me… please… I’d like bleed all over you.” It was gross to think about that, but it seemed like the only way out of it.
He gave me a disbelieving look then said, “fine. Lean over your bed, I’ll do it pants up, for now. But believe me, Brianna, whenever you’re ready it’s going to be hell on your ass, worse than you’d get it right now. And you can’t go anywhere until you get it, can’t talk on the phone, can’t get on the computer. And you won’t be needing your car back anytime soon…”
“Er,” I stuttered, wondering if it would be better to just say I lied and take my bare bottom punishment, or wait for so many weeks doing absolutely nothing… “Okay,” I finally said, figuring the latter would be best. Surely, he wouldn’t hold that against me…
“Over the bed,” he ordered.
I stood up and leaned over my bed, placing my hands firmly into it and sticking my bottom out, very thankful for the protection of my jeans. I listened as I heard a belt being slipped through the loops, and I heard the jingle as I saw the image in my head of him folding it over once. I felt his hand on my back to hold me down. I shuddered again, very uneasy at the moment. I didn’t exactly want to go to bed with my bottom on fire like I knew it would be… but, maybe he’d be too tired to give me too much…
Nope, I was wrong. “Owwwwwww,” I hollered out in pain, jumping up with my hands flying to my bottom.
“Put your hands back down on that bed young lady and don’t make me tell you again.” I followed his orders and went through the rest of my punishment, very thankful that I had my jeans as protection.
Finally, I heard the belt fall down and Terrence said, “go to bed. I’ll wake you up in the morning and we’ll walk to get my car.”
I nodded, not having begun crying yet, and rubbed my bottom. Was lying to him the best thing to do? If he could give me that much over my pants at 4 in the morning, what would he do when I announced to him that I was ready for the bare bottom spanking…
The next morning, Terrence woke me up early, as promised. After three hours of sleep, the last thing I wanted to do was walk in the cold winter air to Wal-Mart with my older brother to get his car that I stole. My ass still stung a lot, even though it had been over my jeans. I regretted my actions more and more with each step towards Wal-Mart.
“Does it bother you that you got in trouble and Stephanie didn’t?” he asked about halfway to our destination.
“No, I don’t guess,” I said. “I mean, it was my idea and stuff…”
He just nodded and I walked kind of bow-legged and stuff… We finally approached Wal-Mart and his beat-up old car. He drove us back home and ordered me to stay in my room, taking away my radio and CDs and my phone. What the hell would I do?
I sat in my room for hours and hours, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, and reading a little. There was nothing else to do, except finish my homework and why would I do that when I had first period Monday morning?
I went to bed that night after eating dinner, and then woke up Sunday morning to loud banging on my door with Terrence’s list of chores being shoved in my face. That was my least favorite part about being grounded, Terrence could always find something that needed to be cleaned…
But I finished my chores that morning by 11 and sat in my room after eating lunch and actually did some homework then went to sleep early again. By the time Monday rolled around, I was so glad that school was back. I went through my day and nearly cried when my crush, Joey, asked me out for that night, but I had to decline politely. I didn’t tell him why, but I guess he assumed that it was cause it was a school night, and he said, “well, maybe Friday,” and stalked off to his group of friends.
I got home and did more chores, then went to bed again, and repeated the same procedure Tuesday, only I went to work afterwards. Wednesday was similar, and by Thursday I was sick of the silent treatment coming from Terrence and the guilt in my stomach and the boredom that dwelled within me. It was my night off, so I walked up to Terrence before dinner and said, “I’m ready.” He didn’t question me at all, but instead, allowed me to continue. “I feel really bad about what I did, and I’m ready to accept full punishment for it, and for the record, I lied to you Friday… and I’m sorry for lying.” He just nodded and said that he would take care of it after dinner.
At dinner there was an uneasy silence resting among us, and I was nervous as hell about what was going to happen. Especially since he had said Friday night that when I would be spanked it’d be worse…
I gulped down the last of my tea and finished my dinner, and was dismissed to my room. I sat on my bed, my stomach twisted in knots, and I remembered being at a friend’s house one night… eating dinner with her and her family. We were about 8 years old, and my friend had 5 brothers and sisters, and I wondered how she could stand it, ’cause I only had one and I didn’t even like him that much. But we were eating dinner and her dad had told her specifically not to eat all the spaghetti, well, told all of them not to, and they did it while their parents were gone. When they got back, the spaghetti was gone and the culprits were found, my friend and her younger sister. And their father announced that after dinner each of them would be spanked on their bare bottom. I remembered the nervous feeling I got inside my body, the way that my heart was pounding in fear for my friends… I thought 8 was way too old to be spanked since I hadn’t gotten spanked since I was 5. I remembered the way that I gulped down my milk, feeling as if I was the one to be spanked. After dinner, both girls were sent to the living room where their bare bottoms were smacked two times each, just hard enough to make a slight impression. I remembered how I gulped and played with my friend afterwards who exclaimed that it didn’t hurt, but we both knew it did. She was just being a big girl… I remembered how 8 seemed too old to be spanked, and here I was 16 and about to be spanked… twice her age…
tap tap tap
I nearly jumped off my bed forgetting that I was 16 and not 8 and I was at my house, not my friends. “Come in,” I said weakly. Terrence opened my door and sat down on my bed next to me.
“I’m glad you finally fessed up, Brianna,” he said, looking me deep into the eyes. “I want you to understand how disappointed I am in you, and how much more I’m let down that you lied to me.” I nodded. “I guess you realize that you deserve this spanking?” Another nod. “Okay then, pants down and over my lap.” I hesitated a bit then did as I was told, dropping my baggy jeans to the floor and putting myself over his lap. He pulled my shirt away from my bottom, exposing a small part of my back, then smacked my ass with his hand once, on my panties. Then he did it again, causing me to jump and wince a bit, but since I knew it was only the beginning it wasn’t hurting as much as I knew it would be soon. After he felt that he had warmed me up properly, I felt him tug down my panties and felt the slight breeze. I quivered a little and shuddered, breathing in deeply.
“You okay?” he asked me, obviously noticing that I was really, really nervous, even as much as I knew I deserved this.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
He continued in that rhythm until I was kicking and pleading for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire when he finally stopped and I reached back to rub out the fire…
“No,” he said, moving my hands away. “I’m not finished, Brianna. You can do that after I get finished.” I cried harder, wishing desperately that he would hurry up and finish.
“Owwwwwwwwww,” I whined, feeling the leather belt hit my naked flesh.
“Ahhhh, owwww, owwwwwwwww.” I kicked my legs and cried.
“Owwww, pleaseeee, I’m sorryyyy!!!”
“Owwwieeee owwwwwww… I’m–”
I was crying and pleading and kicking but he wasn’t stopping, not anytime soon, not until he knew I was broken and sobbing like a small child over his lap. He kept his rhythm up, giving me a little time to breathe in between, but not much time to think.
“Brianna, you know you deserve this… WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! I don’t want you ever to steal my car again, WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! or sneak out of the house, WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! or be out after curfew. WHAAAPPP!!!!!!! Do you understand?? WHAAAPPP!!!!!!!”
“I dooo, I dooooooo… I’m sorryyyyyyy.” I cried and cried, my eyes nearly being cried out when he finally set the belt down and I knew what he meant when he said “hell on my ass” cause my bottom felt like it was on fire.
He scooped me into his arms like he usually did after a spanking and allowed me to begin to rub the sting out and he rocked me back and forth. “Brianna, no more stealing at all, okay?”
“Okay,” I said through teary eyes. “Can I go with this boy, Joey, to the movies tomorrow night?” I asked, a hopeful look in my eyes.
“We’ll see,” he said, hugging me tightly and allowing me to cry on his shoulder until I fell asleep in his arms.