Random Short Story

Katie didn’t finish an important assignment.  Uhoh.  Can’t guess what her older brother’s gonna do about that.

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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!

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