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No Passing Zone

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“Go back! I like that song!” Jade said from the driver’s seat as she and Lisa headed home from a morning spent at the park with friends. Lisa fiddled with the stations, flipping back a few, and asking, “this one?”

“Yeah,” responded Jade, immediately beginning to sing along. Lisa, indifferent to the radio, pulled up Instagram on her phone and was quickly absorbed by the app. She glanced up a minute later, though, startled to feel the car accelerate rapidly. Adrenaline rushed through her as she watched the red cab of an 18 wheeler barreling toward them, seeming to take up most of the front windshield. “Jade!” she yelled, even as she saw that they were passing another huge truck on the right.

The younger woman slid quickly back into her own lane, narrowly dodging both rigs and decelerating to match traffic as the hill they had just sped up tapered off to flat highway again. Both women were quiet for a moment, just the sound of top 40 hits chirping cheerfully at them as they both tried to slow their beating hearts. Finally Jade began, “That was…”

“A no-passing zone!” Lisa cut her off, her voice loud. “That was a no passing zone! What were you thinking?!”

Jade blushed, her own adrenaline tempered by the immediate dread that had settled over her, and said defensively, “it looked clear?”

“It looked clear,” Lisa repeated, letting the words hang in the air.  She let the quiet fill the car, until Jade couldn’t handle it and blurted, “It won’t happen again! Seriously, I know that was dumb. It was like the scariest moment of my life.”

“Get us home, little girl,” Lisa replied ominously. “It’s about to be the second scariest moment of your life.”

~ ~ ~

Jade did her best not to fidget in the corner of the living room where she now stood, hands behind her back and nose nearly touching the wall.  She wasn’t very good at corner time but she needed every ounce of good will she could muster from Lisa.  There were times when the woman’s patience brought to mind images of saints and angels. This was not one of those times. The rest of the ride home had been painfully silent, and the young woman wasn’t sure if she was dreading the spanking or the lecture that would surely accompany it more.

“Come here, young lady,” she heard from behind her. She turned to see Lisa seated on the couch, trusty hairbrush resting on the coffee table, and suddenly she was sure: she was way more scared of the spanking.

This was all too familiar now, though. Jade’s feet felt weighted as she dragged herself slowly to where her mentor sat, her face just as stern as it had been during the silent car ride home. That wasn’t good. Jade was sure she’d been in the corner for a solid 15 minute, which was long for Lisa. And she hadn’t appeared to have calmed down at all. Gulp.

Jade tried to make her face reflect how pitiful she felt right now. She didn’t have a good argument to make, and had kept herself from saying “but I made it” several times. She knew exactly how that would play out, and she liked her thighs the color they were, thanks all the same. And even she knew that it wasn’t a good argument anyway. She had gotten lucky. That was all there was to it.

So, she had her best “I’m sorry” frown in place when she stopped in front of the other woman, and even folded her hands compliantly behind her head without being asked. Lisa didn’t always start by taking Jade’s pants down, but the younger woman had a feeling. It didn’t stop her from shutting her eyes tight when Lisa reached up to undo her belt and unbutton her pants. Jade was startled into opening her eyes when she felt a hand on her hip, looking down to see Lisa grabbing Jade’s belt and pulling, watching it snake through the loops and then dangle there ominously.

Jade’s eyes went wide but she didn’t say anything, probably because Lisa was looking up with a dangerous “I dare you” face. But a voice in her mind yelled, “my belt? My own belt?!” She didn’t have time to contemplate further, though, because then her pants were around her ankles and she was pulled abruptly over Lisa’s lap, her hands leaving her head to catch herself on the couch. Her legs were moved up with infuriating ease, and she felt Lisa’s hand resting on her underwear-clad bottom as she asked, “Do I need to go over what happened today? Do I need to explain why I am about to spank your little backside all sorts of rosy?” Jade gulped again as she murmered, “no ma’am.”

“Good,” came Lisa’s voice, and then her hand was up and landing again, the muffled sound of her palm on the blue cotton underwear filling the room. Jade tried to stay still, but it was always a struggle at the beginning. She knew the spanking was going to get much worse before it got better, but those first swats always made her wiggle, and Lisa was clearly not in the mood for an extended warm up. All too soon, Jade felt her undies being pulled down, with hardly a missed beat between swats. The accompanying sound was much louder, sharp and echoey in the living room, and Jade clutched a pillow helplessly.

By the time Lisa’s hand stopped falling, Jade knew the dark skin of her bottom was a dusky rose shade, and she dreaded the next bit. She felt her body shift as her mentor reached over for the hairbrush, resting the cool wood on her hot bottom. She didn’t resume spanking immediately though, instead rubbing the younger woman’s back and asking, “What does it mean when you see two solid yellow lines on the highway?” Jade answered promptly, “don’t pass.”

“Right,” came Lisa’s response, along with two hard swats with the brush. “Why were there two yellow lines there?”

“So I wouldn’t pass?” Jade said uncertainly, and wasn’t actually surprised by the flurry of swats that came next. It hadn’t felt like the right answer, but she didn’t know what the woman wanted. “I don’t know I don’t know!” she squealed.

“What made them put two yellow lines on that hill?” she asked.

“Oh…” Jade bit her lip. She had a feeling this was the last question for a while, and as much as she hated having to answer, she really didn’t want the hairbrush spanking she knew was about to continue. Still, she answered hesitantly, “Because there was… low… visibility probably?”

“That is exactly right,” Lisa said above her, and as Jade knew would happen, she began using the hairbrush in earnest as she lectured. “You thought you knew something, little girl. Thought you knew better. You didn’t know better; you just knew less. And knowing less put you- and me- at serious risk for no good reason.” Lisa emphasized the last three words with particularly vicious swats to the young woman’s sit spots. She continued spanking and lecturing for several minutes, holding Jade in place when she started to struggle. She knew the girl couldn’t help it, but it didn’t slow her down. By the time she returned the brush to the coffee table, Jade’s bottom was hot and dark pink, every inch flushed with the impact of the spanking. The lecture has faded as the cries of “please” and “I’m sorry!” increased, and now there was only the sounds of Jade’s heavy breathing as Lisa rubbed her back with a gentleness that had not yet crept back into her voice: “We’re almost finished.”

“I learned my lesson!” Jade wailed, knowing her belt was laying on the coffee table, knowing it could only be for one reason, and knowing her protests weren’t going to change a thing. Still, she couldn’t help herself. “I’ll never pass another car as long as I live!”

Lisa patted her bottom, not hard, almost business like. “That’s unreasonable. You will obey the rules, though, or you’ll end up right back here. Stand up.” Jade took a deep breath, then eased herself backward, up on her knees. Lisa stood as Jade slowly planted her own feet on the floor, and guided the younger woman’s few steps over, until she was laying over the arm of the couch. Her tender backside was up in the air, toes just barely on the hardwood floor, keeping her balanced. She reached for a pillow again and she heard the clink of the belt buckle being lifted from the table.

Jade bit her lips, trying to prepare herself, as she felt the cool leather rest on the lower curve of her bottom. Before she could formulate a strategy, though, it was up again and whistling back down, landing across her sitspots. “Owwww!” she yelled, drumming her feet pointlessly on the floor. “Twenty-nine more” came the unsympathetic reply, along with another lick of the belt in the same spot. Jade had a moment where she thought having a number would help, but that moment ended as she quickly lost count of the number of times the black leather made contact with the same spot, kissing the meeting of her thighs and bottom.

At number 26, though Jade couldn’t have said what number they were on, she stood abruptly, hands flying to cover her sore bottom. She looked wide eyed at Lisa’s face, but the woman just raised an eyebrow as she continued to hold the belt, ready to continue. Jade kept eye contact, pleading silently for the end, but the only response she got was a question- “Should we start over?”

That was all Jade needed. She practically flung herself back over the couch arm. Lisa didn’t make her wait long. The next lick landed the moment she was settled, then three more, and then it was over. She felt her underwear being tugged gently up, and then felt Lisa settle herself on the couch, a hand running gently through Jade’s hair. Jade stayed that way for a moment, composing herself, before standing and stepping out if her jeans and easing herself down onto the couch, snuggling into Lisa’s open arms. A few quiet minutes of cuddling later, she said “Sorry, Lisa. It really won’t happen again.”

A kiss was planted firmly on Jade’s head as she heard simply from above her, “I know.” Jade smiled and snuggled closer.

Power Exchange

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“Ben, come on babe! We were supposed to be on the road ten minutes ago.”

“I’m coming!”

~ ~ ~

“Honey, we’re going to miss our flight. I told you to eat before we left.”

“I wasn’t hungry earlier! It’ll just take a minute to order.”

~ ~ ~

“Benjamin, put the phone away. They have already asked you twice.”

“It doesn’t matter, Oliver. My one phone is not going to be the reason our flight crashes.”

Oliver leaned in very close to Ben, who sat by the window in their row of three. “No, it won’t be. Because it will be turned off and stowed in the seat back pocket in the next thirty seconds.” Ben glared at his boyfriend, a frown on his face that looked distinctly pouty, but Oliver continued talking in the same low controlled voice, “You have used up the very end of my patience, little boy. Your behavior from this moment until we land better be close to perfect, or the first thing I’m going to ask your brother is if I can borrow his hairbrush.”

Ben squirmed in his seat, glancing around the cabin conspicuously as he stowed his phone, but no one was paying attention to him besides Oliver. He crossed his arms and slouched in his seat, pulling his hoody lower over his head and across his eyes, all under the watchful glare of his disapproving boyfriend.

~ ~ ~

They made it to Danny and Emma’s without incident, much to Oliver’s surprise and relief. Ben’s efforts to sulk had lead to an accidental nap, which seemed to have improved his mood. It was a fun reunion for the brothers, who only saw each other a few times a year, and their respective partners got along like old friends.

The next morning, however, Ben’s bad attitude was back in full force. He was cranky about getting up for breakfast, so Oliver let him sleep; then he was mad that he had missed it. He stomped around the kitchen, looking for cereal and complaining loudly. He shut a cabinet door with particular ferocity, the bang echoing loudly through the house. Ben’s shoulders hunched and he froze, not wanting to turn around as he heard two doors swing open. He slowly peeked over his shoulder, then turned to see his boyfriend standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door, leveling a glare in his direction. Ben pushed his back against the counter and glanced upstairs, where Danny stood in his own bedroom door in a similarly intimidating position. “Sorry,” Ben mumbled. “Accident.”

Danny’s arms uncrossed as his hands found their ways to his hips and he repeated back, “Accident?” Ben looked up at him, attempting to look contrite, and watched his big brother hesitate uncharacteristically. Dan glanced at Oliver’s equally rigid figure, then gave Ben a look that made the younger man blush and look down. “No more accidents, please,” he said in a deceptively casual voice before turning around and shutting his bedroom door behind him.

Benjamin caught himself halfway through a sigh of relief before he remembered another pair of eyes were still watching him. “Sorry, Ollie,” he said sheepishly.

“I’m going to show you what sorry looks like if you keep it up” Oliver said sternly, keeping his gaze leveled at his boyfriend. When it became apparent that he was going to have to fix his meal with an audience, Ben turned slowly and opened the next cabinet door, very gently, finding the cereal and continuing his task. He was embarrassed to be overseen but grateful to have his boyfriend. On a good day with just Danny, Ben would be parked in a corner right now. On a bad day…

Ben squirmed a little at the thought, trying to pass it off as getting comfortable as he sat at the kitchen table. He relaxed a bit as he heard Oliver’s retreating footsteps, and he knew he was finally alone.

~ ~ ~

It could have ended there, but of course it didn’t. They had a lazy day, a nice dinner, and part of a fun round of mini-golf. Ben’s bad mood began to creep back in the further along the course they got, and as he began to lose. He made comments that were less funny and more snide, and his body language was aggressive as he took his shots across green felt fields full of miniature windmills and into the mouths of plaster alligators. He and Oliver were ahead of Emma and Danny, and the mood of the group was definitely taking a hit. Things came to a head at hole 17. They had caught up to the family ahead of them, and in his impatience, Ben had shot while one of their members was cutting across the green to catch up with her parents. His ball ricocheted off her foot, a product of bad timing that should have resulted in an agreeable do-over. Instead, Ben raised his small golf club up and rammed it back into the ground, hard, as he swore.

Oliver’s mouth dropped open and his eyebrows shot up; he quickly spun toward the other group and was grateful that the girl had simply apologized when the ball hit her foot and kept walking. The rest of them either didn’t hear or were politely ignoring the outburst. When he turned back around, it was to see Danny walking forward, eyes laser focused on his little brother. Though for a second he was sure that Dan was going to start wailing on Ben right there, Oliver was grateful things did not play out that way. He was already embarrassed enough at his boyfriend’s tantrum.

“Wait, Danny!” came Ben’s panicked voice. He was clearly worried about the same thing. Dan took his brother’s club and handed it and his own to Oliver without looking over. His attention was still completely on Ben, which was not something most people ever wanted to happen. He still didn’t speak as he grabbed the younger man’s right bicep with his own left hand and practically marched the boy off the course and toward the parking lot. Oliver shook his head and sighed, bending down to retrieve Ben’s ball. He and Emma exchanged awkward glances. She looked worried, and he guessed she was right to do so. All evidence suggested that Dan was going to tear Ben a new one as soon as they got home, and Oliver couldn’t blame him. He sighed again as he and Emma walked toward the hut to return their equipment. He should have just spanked his boyfriend at the airport.

~ ~ ~

The ride home was painfully silent. Emma and Oliver had approached the car slowly; they could see the silhouette of Dan in the front seat turned around, talking to the shadowy figure that was Ben, slumped in the back seat with his arms crossed, his entire body pushed back against the door. Suddenly shape one turned back around and the car came to life. Emma and Oliver hurried the last few steps, since it appeared the lecture was over, and loaded into the car. Oliver was a little worried about Ben, but his worry turned quickly back into aggravation. He thought the younger man might need some comfort or reassurance, but no, Benjamin’s face was once again defiant and pouty, and he refused to look anywhere besides out the window. Fine, he thought, be that way and see if I don’t spank you again before bed tonight.

Ben barely waited until the car was stopped before jumping out, not quite slamming his door and snatching the hidden key on the front porch and storming into the house, all while the three in the car watched. Emma made a small worried sound, and Danny moved his review mirror to look at Oliver as he spoke. “Are you going to sort him out?” he said bluntly.

Oliver stammered at first. The question caught him off-guard, but Dan watched the confusion turn to resolution as he answered. “I… well. Yeah, I think I will.” And then he unbuckled his seatbelt, got out the car and walked purposefully into the house.

Danny reached over and put a hand on Emma’s thigh and squeezed gently. “You okay?” he asked. She put her hand over his and returned the squeeze as she said with a small shrug and uncharacteristic nonchalance, “It’s about time.” Danny smiled, and they headed into the house.

~ ~ ~

Oliver wasted no time once he had made a decision. Whatever patience he’d possessed was long gone, and he felt empowered by Danny to do what he should have done days ago. He found Ben in the small bathroom attached to their room, drying his freshly washed face over the sink, clad only in dark red boxer-briefs as he prepared for bed. When he brought the towel down, he was startled to make eye contact in the mirror with Oliver, who had moved into the room quietly and now stood behind his boyfriend with his arms crossed. Ben’s mouth dropped open and he watched in horror as Oliver’s arms unfolded and he reached over, taking Ben’s bicep and pulling him toward the bed.

“You guys can’t just haul me around whenever you feel like it!” Ben yelled, resisting, but despite their relatively similar body types, his efforts were no use on the short walk. In no time, Oliver was perched on the edge of the bed, one foot propped on the wooden frame that held the mattress, elevating the knee over which he deposited his bratty boyfriend. Ben struggled the entire time, which was new for Oliver but didn’t slow him down. He had spanked his boyfriend a few times now, but only playfully or for something Ben himself felt guilty over. Now he was beginning to see that his boyfriend needed this physical reassurance even when the big stuff was taken care of. Well, thought Oliver as he ran an appreciative hand across the fabric of Benjamin’s underwear, I think I am up to the task.

He lifted his hand and began the spanking, bringing it down forcibly enough to rocket Ben’s body forward, even as he redoubled his efforts to rise. “Let me up!” he screeched.

“This is happening whether you make a big production of it or not, little boy. But Danny and Emma are plenty aware of your situation without the yelling.”

His words had the desired effect. He glanced down to see a tremendous blush rising on Ben’s face, and he was much less vocal as swats continued to reign down on his still wiggly behind. Oliver wasn’t holding back, perturbed as he was by the constantly ignored warnings and continued naughty behavior from his boyfriend since the beginning of their trip. Several minutes passed with just the steady sound of one young man’s hand landing rhythmically on the other’s bottom, accompanied by the occasional grunts and shifting of blankets as Ben continued to struggle quietly.

Almost to the moment, it occurred to Oliver that his arm was wearing out much earlier than he wanted, and there was a knock at the door. Two sharp raps echoed and both boys paused, Ben craning his neck awkwardly to look, his eyes wide. Oliver said “come in,” knowing it could only be one of two people. Ben groaned; it was Danny, carrying his hairbrush and handing it wordlessly to Oliver, who nodded his thanks.

Ben was too busy burying his face in his arms to watch Danny leave. Oliver rested his newly acquired implement on the red boxer briefs; the thin fabric did little to prevent the heat emanating from his boyfriend’s backside. He began to speak.

“It must be very embarrassing to have your brother see you getting your backside spanked by your boyfriend.” The remark caused a low moan from Ben, who was suddenly feeling very small. “Today, Benjamin, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed by your behavior at mini-golf. I was embarrassed by your poor attitude on the way home. Especially because I know, and Danny and Emma know, what a charming and fun person you usually are.”

Oliver could feel Ben’s body tensing, and suspected that his boyfriend’s resistance wasn’t totally out of his system. Not wanting to give him a chance to get worked up again, Oliver picked up the brush, then hooked his thumbs under the elastic of Ben’s underwear and pulled them down. Ben did start to wiggle immediately, accompanied by an indignant “Oliver!”

Oliver began spanking again, and the sound of the wooden hairbrush on bare skin echoed in the room. “I think that’s enough talking, little boy. You know how unacceptable this attitude of yours has been and the behavior that came with it. Now we are at the consequences stage, and you have earned yourself a nice long spanking, so that’s what you’re going to get.”

“Ollieee…” came a pitiful response, and Oliver felt confident that the wiggles and kicks were almost involuntary now. He was going to have to invest in a hairbrush soon.

“You don’t need a hairbrush! I’ll be good!” said Ben. Oops, thought Oliver. Didn’t mean to say that out loud. He began to wrap up the spanking, concentrating on Ben’s sit-spots, making sure his entire bottom was a uniform shade of red, not much different than the underwear dangling around Ben’s knees. He slowed, then stopped, setting the hairbrush down and running his hand up and down his boyfriend’s back and bottom, inspecting and comforting at the same time. Eventually he pulled the young man up, reassuring him with forehead kisses and gentle touches, then guiding him to bed.

As he climbed into bed himself, Oliver felt strangely satisfied. He felt very confident that the next two days would be pleasant, and he liked knowing that he had take care of his partner. He pulled Ben close, smiling as they both drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~

The trip did finish well. Despite some initial protesting, Ben had returned his brother’s hairbrush with an apology for his behavior. He got off with barely any lecturing, for which he was grateful. He had always recognized his brother’s quiet alpha status, his ability to find what motivated people and use it to bring out their best. He was starting to see, too, that Danny had no stake in who handled the consequences or encouragements he thought necessary, at least for the people for whom he felt responsible. He just wanted them taken care of.

On the return flight, Oliver smiled and Benjamin scowled as they made their way through security. The oak hairbrush was tucked innocently into a side pocket of Oliver’s carry-on backpack, an unexpected souvenir. They went through without incident, and were soon homeward bound.

~ ~ ~

Back at home, Danny was straightening their room as Emma stripped the bed in the guest room. She was just tugging the fitted sheet off the far corner of the bed when she heard a call from upstairs.

“Emma, have you seen my hairbrush?”

That’s a Good Mutual Friend

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David was not a confrontational man. He wasn’t prone to raising his voice. He never interrupted others, even when they insisted on yelling. He didn’t need to. When David had something he needed to say, people listened. Sometimes, it took a look. Sometimes, a gentle clearing of his throat. Occasionally, a loud “Excuse me.” People listened, of course, excluding Emily Anne.

She had waltzed into his life like a gentle tornado several months ago, a date set up by a mutual friend. He found her charming and charismatic, endearing and endlessly frustrating at the same time. And though he knew there was really no such thing as a gentle tornado, he found himself falling for her just the same.

Emily didn’t need to fight to make herself heard, either. She was fiercly independent, the kind of woman who did not ask permission and did so unapologetically. She found David steady and kind, intriguing and genuine, and above all, trustworthy. She was falling for him as well.

When they had their first fight, David was unprepared. It was over such a small thing… he had come to pick her up for a date, and her front door was unlocked, keys dangling from the beneath the handle. He’d grabbed them and let himself in to her apartment with a knock. “Emily?” he had called. He gave her a reproving look as he handed them over. “Be careful, babe. You left these in the door.” Instead of a thank you, she had rolled her eyes as she took them, dismissing him with a flippant “oh I do that all the time.”

“You leave your keys in the door? All the time?” he had asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Not a big deal. Where are we going for dinner?” she answered, brushing him off.

“I think it is a big deal, young lady,” he said, followed by a pause as he tried to mask his own surprise. Young lady? Where had that come from? He continued though, “This is not the worst neighborhood, but keeping your door locked is an effortless way to keep yourself a little safer.” His second surprise came when she didn’t argue or agree, but huffed at him. She huffed!

For her part, Emily had no idea where the huffing came from either. She just felt herself give in to some small unreasonable voice that rarely escaped. In restropect, she recognized that David was the first man she had ever trusted enough to hear that voice, but in the moment she just felt confused, and instead of backing down, she picked a bigger fight. They both got mad. Dinner was cancelled.

A week later, laying in bed at his apartment and both feeling the warmth from a now empty bottle of wine, Emily let the little voice take over again. Playfully she walked her fingers up his bare chest, smiling mischievously until…

“OW!” David yelled.

Emily snuggled closer to him as he covered his freshly pinched nipple. “Oops,” she said. A minute later, her fingers crept back up to his chest, this time taking only a few tiny steps before they were captured in his much larger hand. Leaning his head down close to hers, he said in a scary and quiet voice, “if you pinch me again, I will spank that little backside of yours until you can’t sit still.”

Butterflies errupted in her stomach and she jerked her hand back, tucking her mischievous fingers between their bodies and hiding her face in the crook of his arm. He smiled, though she couldn’t see it. The wine had made him bold, but he had listened to his instincts, and been prepared to apologize if he had read her wrong. It seemed to have paid off.

Two days later, it was date night again. As David climbed the steps to her apartment door, a bit of metal glinted in the evening sun. His expression darkened. Surely not.

Her keys again hung from the door. David grabbed them and walked inside, calling out. “Emily Anne?” though he expected no answer this time; he could hear a hair dryer running in the bathroom. When he appeared in the mirror behind her, she jumped and shrieked. “David! You scared me!”

“That is not all I plan to do,” he said, reaching over to unplug the hair dryer before taking it from her hands and setting it on the closed toilet lid. “You have some thinking to do.” With that, her grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom, steering her directly into the one unoccupied corner by the bed. Her outfit for the evening was laid out neatly, but for now she wore only her underwear and a blue tank top. “Why?!” she said as he arranged her hands behind her back, and he was pleased and affirmed in his choice by the faint whine he heard there, what he recognized now as a secret and rare glimpse of her most free self.

“Because a certain little girl left her keys in the door. Again.”

Emily made to turn around, and he knew she was rolling her eyes. A sharp thwack rang out, and Emily practically flung herself back into the corner. He had swatted her! And it hurt! She felt her face begin to burn with embarrassment. This was what she wanted, she thought. She had danced around it from practically the beginning of the relationship; it was perhaps the only thing in her life for which she had never directly asked.

David stepped back and watched the handprint bloom on the undercurve of her left cheek, faint fingerprints reaching out from beneath her peach colored underwear. If David had not been David, she would have eventually been forced to have one of those direct and difficult conversations. But perhaps their mutual friend knew more than they gave her credit for, because David suspected exactly what she wanted, and now he felt more confident than ever.

When he was sure that his girlfriend would stay put, at least for the time being, he walked back to the restroom and grabbed the sturdy wooden hairbrush she’d been using when he arrived. He returned quickly, set the hairbrush on the bed and moved her outfit to her dresser. Then he made himself comfortable, sitting on the bed’s edge and watching Emily shift her weight from foot to foot for a moment before he began to speak. “Stop fidgeting,” he began sternly. “You have landed yourself in trouble, and from now on, that is going to include corner time, so I suggest you get used to this position.” She groaned and leaned her head forward, letting it softly thunk into the joint of the walls.

“And when you are finished with your time-out, I am going to put you across my lap and spank your bare bottom.”

“David!!!” she wailed, having been unprepared to actually hear those words, and her hands jumped to cover her backside. He had expected something like this, and easily took the two steps from the bed to her corner and planted a matching swat on her right cheek, more pink fingerprints blooming. He smirked to himself as she went rigidly back into position. She wasn’t the only one who knew how to push buttons. He was thoroughly enjoying this.

He settled himself back on the bed and began to scold her. “I believe I was very clear about my feelings on you leaving your door unlocked, much less having your keys left there for the taking. And I understand that accidents happen, and we all have our moments. But you did not take me seriously the first time I showed concern, so you are going to take me seriously now.” She had begun to shift again as he lectured, and this time he let her. Her time in the corner was going to be over soon. He let her stand for several minutes in silence for good measure, though.

When he said “come here,” she jumped and pushed herself farther into the corner. He kept quiet, and was proud to see her ease herself out a moment later and shuffle to his side. She looked down at him pitifully, her mouth curved in a pout. “Do we have to?” she said softly.

“No,” he replied thoughtfully, taking her hands in his and squeezing them reassuringly, “but we’re going to.” And he pulled her gently to his side and then across his lap. She settled herself, would have even called it comfortable if she hadn’t been so nervous. David didn’t make her wait long. He pulled her in close with his left arm and said, “I think this is long overdue, little love. When I’m finished, you are going to have a very sore bottom, and a new motivation for keeping track of your keys. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said into her arms, and though it was muffled, he felt a second surge of pride. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, her raised his right hand and began to spank her. She remained still as his hand bounced on her quickly warming backside, absorbing each swat stoically. He smiled as he spanked her, unsurprised. His instinct to grab the hairbrush had been right; she had never been entry-level at anything, and spanking was no exception for his exceptional girl. He paused and hooked his fingers under the elastic of her underwear, ready with his free hand when she did react with a squeak and a frantic attempt to stop him. He paused, his left hand around her wrist as she clutched the thin fabric with her right hand. “What kind of spanking did I say this would be?”

She jerked her hand free and pulled it back under her, attempting to get out of the question by showing compliance, but he had no plans to let her get away with it. “Emily Anne,” he said sternly, and he could feel her body tense in resistance. Alright, he thought, and he resumed spanking her, underwear still up but his hand now much further down, softer swats because that’s all it took when one spanked a pair of naughty thighs. Emily didn’t think they felt softer at all, and now her feet did kick and she finally yelled “bare.”

He stopped, resting his hand on her bottom again, and asking in the silence, “how?”

She screwed up her face and her courage and said again, quickly but clearly, “on my bare bottom.”

“Good girl,” he said, and then she felt the cool air hit her hot bottom and she attempted to bury her face under the bedspread. David resumed spanking her, a little surprised to see that she still remained fairly still. That wouldn’t last long, he thought, glancing at the hairbrush. A moment later, he paused to grab it, gripping her tighter before resting the smooth wood on her bottom to prepare her. Again her muscles constricted, this time in anticipation, and he proved to be right about her stoicism as he brought it crashing down.

“David! Please!” she yelled, keeping her hands away but moving her backside and legs this way and that in a vain attempt to escape the dreadful sting of the wood on her bottom. “I won’t do it again!”

“Oh, you might do it again. And we will deal with that if and when the time comes,” David said as he continued his steady assault on her backside. “What you will not do is ignore me when I express concern for you, not without facing consequences. Also,” he said, as if it were an afterthought, “no more pinching.”

“Okay! Yes sir. Yes sir. Okay!” she replied. He swatted her a few more times, then set the brush aside and asked, “Are you going to behave yourself for the rest of the evening?”

She nodded meekly, and he swatted her thighs. “Ouch! Yes sir!”

“Good,” he said smiling. He pulled her underwear up and allowed her to stand; she immediately began rubbing her bottom, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth as she hopped up and down. “That really hurt!” she said accusingly, but her expression was more pitiful than challenging. He smiled and opened his arms, whispering gently into her ear a moment later, “Spankings are supposed to hurt. The next one will hurt, too. And the one after that.”

And though she knew it was supposed to be a threat, she smiled into his chest, feeling content and happy, and very very sore.

No Smoking

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Fall was Candace’s favorite season.  She reveled in the bright colors and cold air, and had a scarf collection that grew every year.  Never one for neighborhood walks, she suddenly became energized and looked forward to free afternoons just so she could slip into her favorite boots and walk around the block, taking pictures of her favorite trees against the clear blue sky.

She was just returning home from one of these happy walks when she noticed smoke coming from one of the windows.  Not billowing black smoke, but thin wispy white smoke that disappeared quickly.  The happy peace she felt dissipated just as fast.  That was Harper’s room… was she smoking? Inside??

Ohhh, Jessie is going to kill her, Candace thought angrily.  No, I’m going to kill her.

She stormed inside, and was throwing open the door to her sister’s room seconds after she’d entered the house.  Harper was scrambling to shut the window and hide a pack of cigarettes under her pillow at the same time.  She visibly relaxed as she saw it was only Candace.  “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me.  I thought you were Jesse.”  She actually looked up, seeing the thunderous look on Candace’s face.  “What?” she asked nervously.  Candace had been her best friend since they were children, and had always looked out for her; she had become even more of a big sister since Harper had actually moved in the Candace and Jessie last year.  She’d seen her look angry before, but she’d never seen that face directed at her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Harper?!  You don’t smoke!”

“You don’t know my life!” Harper replied, trying to be jokey and lighten the mood.  Candace didn’t take the bait, though.  Instead she walked over to the bed, reaching under Harper’s pillow and grabbing the pack of cigarettes, then turning abruptly and heading for the kitchen.  Harper scrambled after her, indignant.  “Hey, those are mine!”

Candace stepped on the peddle of the garbage can, dropping the pack resolutely and letting the metal top shut with a bang.  Harper walked over, making as if to take them back out, but was stopped by a hand on her chest.  “No.”

Harper’s mouth dropped open.  No? she thought, but she was too surprised to speak at first.  As she recovered, her expression became stubborn and she shoved Candace’s arm away forcefully.  “Yes!” she practically yelled.  Her face flushed at that, because even to her own ears, she sounded like a little kid about to throw a tantrum.  She continued stubbornly on, though a little more quietly.  “I’m old enough to smoke if I want to.  Who made you the boss?”

Candace took a step into Harper’s personal space, and the slightly younger woman stepped back, again caught off-guard.  “You shouldn’t need a boss to tell you not to be so dumb, Harper.  You know Jessie would lose her shit.  Since when do you even want to smoke, anyway?”

Harper tried to recover, embarrassed that she felt so intimidated by a girl in Ugg boots and a cable-knit sweater.  “I just wanted to!” she said hotly.  If it had been anyone else, she might have shoved them at this point, but this was Candace, who had backed down from every fight they’d ever been in.  She was pissed, but she’d just get the cigarettes later.  She turned, faking nonchalance and walking toward the living room.  “Whatever, Candace.”

“Hey, I asked you a question.  I’m serious!  Why do you suddenly want to smoke?  You haven’t touched a cigarette since we both coughed our lungs up trying them at 15.  What changed?” Candace was following her, and Harper was beyond annoyed at this point.  She turned, her expression challenging as she looked right into her sister’s face, and said “Hey Candace, do me a favor? Fuck off?”

She turned back around just as quickly, smiling smugly to herself. If she’d been less amused by her own rude indifference, she might not have turned back around so quickly, or plopped down on the couch so casually, reaching with purposeful cheer for the television remote.  She might have watched her best friend and chosen family stand up a little straighter, and perhaps noted how much she looked like a short, blond Jessie in this moment.  She might have taken a moment to wonder why Candace headed down the hall to their bedrooms so determinedly, or been ready for her return a moment later.

Instead, she got her third shock of the day when her ear was suddenly grabbed from behind.  In no time she was off the couch, feeling oddly powerless to do anything but go where she was tugged– which happened to be right back on the couch, but in a very different position.  She was across Candace’s lap when her now-red ear was released, and immediately began trying to get up again.  She didn’t even yell; she just grunted and struggled.  She had twenty pounds on Candace at least, and had played soccer and basketball all through high school!  “Fucking Zumba!!! ” was what finally came out of her mouth, it being the only explanation her brain could fathom for her now helpless state.

Candace laughed, not even sounding out of breath.  “And surprise and leverage.  But yeah, Zumba helps,” she said as she held Harper easily in place.  The dark haired young woman was getting tired quickly.  Candace had her legs locked around Harper’s, and the other woman’s body close against her with one arm pinned behind her back.  With her free hand, Candace quickly tugged the sweats Harper was wearing down just below her butt, revealing Amazing Spider-Man underwear.  “Enough!” yelled Harper, “Let me up!”

“You know what, Harp, you may not realize it, but you got two big sisters the day you moved in here,” Candace said, resting her hand on the girl’s bottom.  Harper practically growled. “You are like six months older than me!”

“Eight,” came Candace’s reply, “not that it matters.  You earned a  spanking and  how much older I am has nothing to do with it.  I find you smoking, in the house like a crazy person, and then when I say something you’re a jerk to me?  I don’t think so.  I don’t deserve it.  But you deserve this.”  And with that, she brought her hand down on the web-covered design of Harper’s underwear.  The first dozen swats were a little stingy, but nothing Harper would describe as painful.  It got worse, though, and quickly.  She was sure Candace had never spanked anyone before, but she had been on the receiving end more than once and was apparently a quick study.  In no time at all, Harper’s bottom was a bright shade of pink that clashed horribly with her underwear and brought Candace great satisfaction.

Harper was silent, though it was getting harder to stay that way.  Once she’d realized she was pinned, she had decided to just wait things out.  She didn’t plan to give an inch; no noise, no wiggling, no kicking, no whining.  That was her plan.

A swat landed low and a little “umph” escaped her.  The involuntary noise made her angry, and Harper decided to pass this emotion along in the form of a hard pinch with her left hand, which had been jammed between her body and the back of the couch.  She got a hold of the skin of Candace’s stomach beneath her gray sweater and squeezed.  The spanking stopped as Candace jumped and yelled “Ow!  You little brat!!!”

Harper smiled to herself, happy with the reaction, and then “HEY NO” as her underwear were whisked down and suddenly she found herself getting a real true blue no holds barred spanking as she felt the unfortunately familiar sting of Jessie’s wooden hairbrush land on her now bare bottom.  There were no more thoughts after that, unless “ow” counted as a thought.  There was just the loud smacking of the brush and the increasing pain in her bottom and the strain of her muscles against Candace’s unbreakable hold.

“Please stop!” she finally yelped, and to her surprise, she did.  Harper lay there panting, eyes shut tight as she tried to catch her breath.  Above her, Candace began talking again.  “This isn’t how I thought my day was going to go either, Harper.  But here we are now.  Do you think I like having to do this?  You don’t think it would have been easier to just turn you over to Jessie?”

Harper’s mood had shifted dramatically after the rapid fire spanking.  She felt her mouth turn down into a pout, and she buried her face into the couch instead of responding.  Candace continued lecturing, “I don’t want to be in charge.  But I’m not going to stand by and watch you pick up such a nasty habit.  How long have you been sneaking around with them, anyway?”

The younger woman groaned instead of answering, and Candace brought the brush down once on her left cheek.  “Ow!  Not long!  Like a month! That’s the first pack I’ve ever bought!”

“You’ve been smoking for a month without buying cigarettes?” asked Candace sharply, and if her legs hadn’t been pinned, Harper might actually have kicked herself.  “I mean a week,” she said quickly, but Candace wasn’t buying it.  She rubbed the back of the brush against Harper’s hot bottom as a warning, saying “Where have you been getting cigarettes, Harper Adele?”

Harper groaned into the couch cushions again.  She really, really did not want to answer this question.  She also really, really did not want to be spanked any more.  If it had been Jessie, her lips would have been sealed (until Jessie unsealed them, a mean voice in the back of her mind said, which she pointedly ignored). What was Candace going to do about it anyway, honestly?  She felt the brush lift from her bottom and her decision was made. “Jade!”

She could practically see the eyeroll that accompanied the sigh of “Of course it was Jade.”  All three of them were close, and Candace knew Jade almost as well as she knew Harper.

Candace readjust her grip, and Harper knew the spanking wasn’t over anyway, and she stopped worrying about Jade– her own ass was in the line of fire right now and Jade could worry about herself when and if the time came!

“You gonna touch another cigarette in the near future?  Or do I have to tell Jessie about this later?” Candace asked.  “Don’t tell Jessie!  I won’t smoke again.  I promise.”  Harper was positive Jessie would spank her again, without a second thought to whatever damage Candace had done back there.  And the idea of telling her that Candace had spanked her made Harper squirm with embarrassment.

“Okay, then we’re almost finished,” and the brush was falling again before she’d even completed her sentence, and Harper could barely hear the rest of what she said over the sound of her own yells and the steady thwack of the brush.  “You ever tell me to fuck off again and I’m going to make this feel like amateur hour.  I’m serious.  This is minor league compared to what I’ll do to you.  Tu comprende?”

“I comprende, I comprende!” said Harper, and as suddenly as it had started, the spanking was over.  Candace pulled the girl’s underwear up and released her, and Harper jumped up immediately, kicking off her sweatpants and hopping from foot to foot as she rubbed her bottom, allowing herself to be undignified in a way she never would in front of Jessie.  She glared at Candace’s completely unapologetic face; it was a mark of how close the were that Candace’s response to a look that would wither most people was to open her arms wide.

Her scowl shifted from withering to pouty, and she dove back onto the couch, curling up against the other woman pitifully.  “That was really mean,” she said.

“I know,” Candace replied.  “You weren’t being so nice yourself, you know.”

“I know,” Harper said guiltily.  “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Candace said, squeezing her tightly.  “I’d say we’re even now.”

Harper didn’t answer, but she squeezed her a little tighter, too.

Helmets Not Optional

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Lisa dropped her purse on the counter and headed to the fridge, while Jessie made herself comfortable at the kitchen island. “I wish a water main break would shut down our offices,” she said as she watched Lisa put together a couple of gin and tonics. It was fast approaching fall, but it was still hot in the early afternoon hours. Lisa had called when she’d found out she’d be working a half day, and Jessie, who only worked until noon on Fridays, immediately agreed to meet at Jessie’s house for an afternoon of porch sitting.

Lisa smiled, handing her friend an icy drink and heading outside. “The kids always think they are the most excited, but I swear someone popped a bottle of champagne in the teacher’s lounge. It’s amazing what a few unexpected hours of freedom will do for one’s mood.” Jessie had followed, and now the women made themselves comfortable in the two big rocking chairs that dominated the front porch.

There was a cool breeze to temper the afternoon sun, and they were content after a few minutes to sit in silence with each other, sipping their drinks and listening to the birds chattering. It was the kind of peace that didn’t need commenting on, until-

“What the hell was that?” Jessie asked, opening her momentarily closed eyes at the sudden deafening noise of an engine, one which was already fading again. Lisa looked irate, as she gestured at the road. “Some jackass on a motorcycle who doesn’t understand that this is a neighborhood, not a highway.”

They both grumbled a moment, but it wasn’t enough to spoil their peace. When the rumble grew close again, though, they both perked up much earlier, two sets of eyes peering down the street at the rapidly approaching bike. When it blew by this time, both women sat frozen, Lisa with her glass halfway to her mouth, which hung open. Jessie’s lips formed a hard line and her eyes looked like they might bulge out of their sockets. Lisa found her voice and said with obvious disbelief, “Was that…?”

“Yes,” came Lisa’s terse response. She stood, hands on her hips, still glowering at the now empty road. “And without helmets. I’m gonna kill her.”

Lisa knew the her to which Jessie referred was Harper, whose dark locks had been unmistakeable on the back of the motorcycle. Lisa stood now, too, thinking a similar threat about the short haired woman who had been driving. She felt her position mirror that of her friend’s, and it was a very different silence now as they waited for the bike to make its third pass.

When it did, there was no mistaking that the two joyriders had spotted the women on the porch. The red of two small brake lights appeared immediately, though they were much too far past the house to stop.  They watched the bike slow and take an early right turn, making its way around the block. It took several minutes. Jessie was sure there had been a fierce discussion about whether to come back at all, and was glad this time for the putter of the engine as it neared the house once again.  They hadn’t even stopped before Jessie was off the porch, marching furiously toward the bike and its nervous riders.

Harper took in the look on Jessie’s face moments before she reached them, and immediately panicked, scrambling backwards off her seat as she yelled “Jessie don’t!”

It was too late. Jessie easily moved around the bike and the moment Harper’s sneakers hit the pavement, she was bent forcibly back over the leather seat, and Jessie’s hand was coming down hard and fast on the seat of her jeans.  Jade felt the color drain out of her face as she automatically held her stance, keeping the bike steady. It felt like a betrayal to her hapless friend, but she didn’t know was else to do. Her heart was pounding as she tried to tune out the very public spanking that was happening inches behind her. She risked a glance toward the house and toward Lisa, half-terrified that it was about to be her turn over the motorcycle.  Lisa was still on the porch, but Jade didn’t have time to be thankful.  She felt the balance of weight shift again and she adjusted automatically, and then the sharp “off, now.”

The second the bike was steady, there was a sharp pain in her right ear, and she found herself being dragged across the lawn.  A small part of her brain registered a flustered sob from a few feet away, from poor Harper who was held captive by her left ear on Jessie’s other side. She was released at the porch steps, where Lisa looked especially intimidating as she towered above her.  She took a quick step away from Jessie, looking at the ground and rubbing her ear furiously. A quick glance upward revealed Harper’s flaming red face, freckles hidden in her furious blush.

“I am so sorry to be leaving in such a rush,” Jessie said, and Lisa shrugged and smiled humorlessly back at her. “Call me tomorrow?” Jessie nodded, shot a quick glare in Jade’s direction, and turn toward the driveway.  To Jade’s surprise, Harper didn’t glance back at all.  She moved in close to Jessie, who wrapped her arm around the mortified girl.  Jade found this surprising. She was mad at Jessie for embarassing her friend like that. But Harper didn’t seem angry.

“Natalie Jade,” came Lisa’s voice, and she was snapped out of her contemplation, “what do you have to say for yourself?”  Jade mumbled something unintelligible.  Lisa was not lowering her voice in the slightest, and while it may not be as bad as finding oneself bent over a motorcycle and spanked on the street, being lectured like a 15-year-old in the front yard came with its fair share of embarrassment. “Speak up,” Lisa prompted.

“I didn’t think you’d be home,” she said, digging the toe of her right sneaker into the grass at her feet, dislodging a late blooming  dandelion.

Apparently, this inadequate answer used the last of Lisa’s patience. She turned, gathered the glasses from earlier, and stormed into the house. Jade hesitated only a moment before scrambling up herself, half afraid that if she didn’t, she’d be dragged again by her ear. Once had been plenty.

As she closed the door, she heard Lisa’s voice from the kitchen, above the clutter of dishes being moved around in the sink. “Corner!”  Jade had never been sent to the corner before, but she didn’t ask for further explanation. She glanced toward her room, then of the living room, unsure which Jessie wanted. It was still fairly early, and the blinds were open in the living room.  Jade dashed toward her bedroom, shoving some dirty clothes out of a mostly empty corner and standing there, placing her hands awkwardly on her head, then crossing them, then finally settling with them neatly clasped behind her back.

When she heard Lisa enter the room close to 10 minutes later, she looked over automatically. Seeing the brush in her hand, Jade immediately turned, jamming her backside into the corner where she had been standing, hands out defensively as she said “you don’t need that!”

Lisa didn’t bother answering her. She went over to the bed and made herself comfortable, sitting by the pillows and leaning against the backboard, legs straight in front of her. “Get over here.”  Jade couldn’t help but glance at the bedroom door, but she did it she was told. As soon as she was in reach of the bed, Jesse reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her close enough that she could lean over and undo the button of Jade’s jeans.  She left them up, for now, and pulled Jade across her lap. She took a moment to make sure the girl was settled, and then began to spank her with her hand on the seat of her jeans.

“I should not have to tell you that a helmet is required when you are riding that thing! You are an adult woman, with a brain that works just fine.  So you better start using it!” Even through her jeans, Lisa’s hand was stingy, and she didn’t neglect Jade’s sit spots or the tops of her thighs.   She paused her lecture only to pick up the brush, which she began to apply with just as much vigor. “And what on earth were you doing joy riding around the neighborhood? There are plenty of country roads and more than enough highways around here for you to go play on.”

The use of the hairbrush had Jade wiggling a little now, but she managed to say “I didn’t want to take Harper on the highway!”   She would have said anything to pause the onslaught. She could handle the brush over denim, but her brain was in overdrive thinking about the next logical step in this spanking. She was terrified.

As if reading her thoughts, Lisa set the brush down and grabbed the waist of Jade’s pants, tugging them down well below her bottom. The younger woman wore black and red boy cut underwear, under which peeked a dark blush of pink.  “Oh,” said Jessie as she began spanking Jade again with her hand, “so now you’re concerned about Harper’s safety? I am not sure if that girl has ever been on a motorcycle, and she should know better herself, but it’s your machine and you were driving the thing. It is your responsibility to make sure that she is wearing a helmet, too.”

“I’m sorry!” Jade wailed. She wasn’t sure why she kept talking. Everything she said just got her in more trouble.  “Lisaaaa, nooo,” she whined minutes later as the other woman yanked Jade’s underwear down. Jade felt the cool  wood of the hairbrush against her hot bare skin and kicked her legs into the bed.  “No, no, no!” Lisa merely wrapped her free arm around the younger woman’s waist.  “My patience for temper-tantrums is low on a good day, little girl.  Take a guess at how much patience I have for you today?” And then the brush was falling, interrupting Jade’s groan of frustration.

Her feet began to kick again immediately, but not the big dramatic show from before.  Now her legs made small, desperate movements, which matched the small desperate noises she was making.  Lisa didn’t stop until Jade was out of breath and her bottom was swollen and red.  When Jessie was finished, it was usually abrupt.  This time was no exception.  “C’mere,” she said as she set the brush down.

Jade scrambled up, laying on her side and throwing her arms around her mentor and best friend, not caring that her pants and undies were still around her knees.  She clung to her as Lisa ran her fingers through her hair and occasionally planted kisses on the top of her head.  When Jade had calmed down, Lisa looked down and tipped the girl’s chin upward. “Never again.  Or you will sell that bike and I will spank you every day it’s on the market.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jade gulped. She buried her face again, and reached a hand down tentatively to rub her sore bottom. At least at this moment, she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to sit on a motorcycle again!

The Dent

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Danny pulled into the driveway of the small split-level home he shared with his girlfriend, Emma.  Instead of shutting off the engine, though, he put the car into reverse and backed up slowly, until the rear of his car was almost in the road again.  He put the car in park.  He let his hands rest on the dash as he leaned forward.  He stared at the blue Pontiac by which he had been briefly parked.

The back driver side bumper had a soccer ball sized dent in it now, one which certainly hadn’t been there this morning when he’d left for work.  One which shouldn’t be there now, because a certain girlfriend of his was supposed to be grounded.

He slowly pulled back up, this time parking as usual and stepping out of his own car.  He walked casually back around, surveying the damage closely.  Cosmetic, he decided.  That was good.  His girl wasn’t hurt.  He figured as much.  He was certain he would have gotten a phone call.  Danny felt his face harden as he slipped his hands into his pockets and circled the blue car, checking for any other damage.  He should have gotten a phone call regardless.

Satisfied that he had gleaned all he could from the car, he grabbed his briefcase from the backseat of his own vehicle and headed toward the front door.  He set his briefcase and keys on the kitchen table, and walked back toward their bedroom, loosening his tie on the way.  His steps into the room were slow and deliberate.  He paused by the bed, turned, sat, and waited.

It took almost four minutes of silence before he heard a soft voice from underneath the bed.  “Are you mad at me?”

He wondered briefly how long she’d been there this time, feeling guilty as she listened for the jangle of his keys in the door.  Not too long, he hoped.  She hated to feel like he was upset with her.  Especially when she deserved it.  “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.  But you better believe that I’m not happy.  Come out here and talk to me.”

“I can’t!” she said emphatically, and he heard her scoot farther back, away from the edge of the bed.  His mouth became a hard straight line, and he decided immediately that he would not be as patient with her nervousness as he usually was.  “One,” he said sternly, and he both heard and felt her scramble beneath him.

“Danny don’t!!!”

“Two,” he said, unaffected by her pitiful cry.  He watched as her hands appeared, flung outward to lay flat on floor as she pulled herself out from under the bed, sliding ungracefully across the wood.  “Three,” he said as she began to stand, and suddenly she was being hauled across his lap as she yelled “Danny wait!”  He kept her flailing hands at bay with his right hand as he began to spank her with his left, putting plenty of force behind it as swats landed one after another on her dark blue jean shorts.  “Danny, please!”

He stopped as abruptly as he’d started, pulling her up and sliding her over to stand directly in front of him.  Her hands went immediately to her backside, but he raised his eyebrows at her and she jerked them forward again as if her hot bottom had burned her fingertips.  She let her hands linger at her sides, clearly desperate to rub the sting away but smart enough not to.  She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she waited for him to speak.  He looked so serene that it was almost out of place, even in his professional clothing: his tie loose, his shirt collar unbuttoned, his posture relaxed as he leaned forward and rested his hands on his thighs.

“Explain.”

Emma’s eyes welled with tears that she rapidly and unsuccessfully tried to blink away.  “I can’t,” she finally whispered.

Danny’s face looked briefly surprised, but his next words felt almost like a dare.  “You can’t?”

“I don’t… there isn’t a good explanation.”

“Explain it anyway.”

She rung her hands and looked at him pleadingly, but she received only his cool gaze looking back at her.  She could practically see the clock counting down behind his brown eyes.  He wouldn’t wait forever, and her bottom already hurt from the brief but harsh spanking a moment ago.  Finally she managed, “I had to return some books to the library.”

It hadn’t been enough.  His arm snaked out to grab hers and once again she found herself upended, his hard hand landing on her already pink bottom.  She shrieked as he spanked her, but he was immune to her cries.  When he finished this time, she was breathing heavily, and he didn’t let her up.  Instead he rested his dominant hand on her throbbing bottom and his right hand casually across her back, fingers dangling alongside her waist.  “You seem to be having a lot of trouble recalling some of the details of your afternoon, Emma Grace, so I am going to help you get through this explanation.  But it is going to cost you.”

He reached beneath her, fumbling at the button of her jeans for just a moment before freeing it, and then her, of their trappings.  She shifted her body and helped as best she could, though she dreaded the loss of the thick denim.  She tried not to protest as her underwear followed, but a small moan of embarrassment escaped her.  Danny returned his arms to their previous spots; he let his left hand glide gently across her hot bottom now, a tender gesture that happened absentmindedly when he held her in this position.

“Are you supposed to leave the house today?”

“No sir,” she replied miserably.

“Because?”

“Because I’m grounded.”

“Because…?”

She shut her eyes at this question.  She hated being grounded, hated having to talk about it, and especially hated having to go over it again after the lecture she had already received.  She knew better than to push her luck, though, and despite the redoubled throb of her bottom, Danny had been right– she found it easier to speak in this position.  “I’m grounded because I volunteered to take extra shifts at work when I already had a busy week scheduled and because I haven’t been getting enough sleep as it is.”

He nodded thoughtfully above her head, though she couldn’t see it.  “So there is no confusion about how today should have gone, Emma?”  She sighed miserably.  “No sir.  I just didn’t think.  I had some books that were due and I just jumped in the car.  I realized it before I even buckled my seat belt.  But then…”

Danny could hear the shame of her decision to disobey him pouring out of her, and he knew that tears were making their ways down her pretty cheeks, even if he couldn’t see them.  He gave her bottom an unsympathetic squeeze.  “Keep going.”

“It’s just a few minutes away…” she began, and he felt the slight offer of an excuse.  His hand on her bottom stilled, and then lifted.  She tensed and yelled “it wasn’t a good reason it wasn’t a good reason it wasn’t–” and then the spanking had resumed, and his hand was bouncing, thudding rapidly, delivering hard swats that propelled her small body forward upon every impact.  He didn’t scold her.  He didn’t need to.  His hand did all the talking, at least until he stopped spanking and moved her legs, letting her body slide down so she was kneeling between his knees.  She let her hands dance around her swollen backside but didn’t touch it this time.  She kept herself from resting on the heels of her feet; her thighs hurt with the exertion after only a minute, but it was better than letting her bottom come in contact with anything right this moment.

Danny took her chin, brushing some wayward tears away with his thumb.  “In a few minutes, you are going to walk over there and get the hairbrush from your dresser drawer.”  He let that sink in for a moment, watching her eyes squeeze shut and reopen.  “First, I want to know about the dent.”  She took a shuddering breath and looked up at him, eyes round and fearful and innocent.

“It happened while I was in the library.  It was only for a few minutes, but a man was walking to the car beside mine when I got there.  I think he hit it.  It was a blue truck.  I don’t remember the model.  They have security cameras and the police are going to be in touch later.  I left my contact information.”

For the first time since he’d gotten home, Dan smiled.  And even with her sore fanny, her wet cheeks, and the promise of more to come, his smile made Emma smile.  “Good girl,” he said.  “Very good.  Those are all the right steps.”  He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.  She used to balk when he praised her for doing normal adult things on her own– “Everyone has to deal with this stuff, Danny.  You don’t get a reward for being a grown-up.  You just do it.” — but after a particularly harrowing afternoon at the DMV of all places, he’d finally gotten her to see that he wasn’t being condescending.  He pointed to several people they’d watched struggle through the tedium of license renewals and car registrations and tax forms.  “Look, sweetheart… she deserves a cheerleader.  So does he.  So does that guy.  So does that woman running customer service.”  She’d leaned against him, listening to his quiet voice amid the crowd.  “We all have to do it, yes, but it’s a daily miracle that we get through it.  So let me be proud of you.  Okay?”

Now, he leaned back, untangled her arms, and raised his eyebrows expectantly.  She closed her eyes for a brief second, then stood, stepping out of her underwear and walking past the shorts she had long since kicked off, to grab the wooden hairbrush from its spot in her dresser.  She brought it back quickly, eyes downcast, and held it to out Danny.  He let her stand there for a minute as he unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve, rolling it up slowly.  Then he took the brush with his left hand and took her wrist with his right, pulling her across one knee, letting her torso rest on the bed while her legs draped around his thigh.  She immediately grabbed the comforter, thinking briefly that it was more aptly name that most people realized.  She felt his arms encircle her waist and then a blaze of pain erupted on her right sit-spot.  Emma screamed, but the next swat was just as hard and in the exact same spot.  Next came two on her left sit-spot.  Repeat.  Repeat again.  At the twelfth spank, she heard him toss the brush on the bed, and finally she was pulled up into his arms.

The rest of the evening passed with forehead kisses, back rubs, and the occasional squeak whenever Emma’s backside happened to make contact with anything.  She felt better, though.  Better than she had since the moment she’d heard the click of her seat belt, better than the entire short-lived disaster of an errand, better than the time she’d spent worried and nervous under the bed.  Everything was okay now, and though she would never say it aloud, a sore bottom seemed a small price to pay for this sort of happiness.

Party Foul

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One of my favorite brats wrote the beginning of this story. She created the characters, gave them a little life, and then sent them to me with the simple demand: “Finish it, Gracie!” And because I am a bit of a sucker, I did. It’s a little heavier than my normal story lines, but I think it turned out rather well. I hope you enjoy!

“But why does she get to go?!” Harper whined.

“Because she’s older than you and more responsible” was Jessie’s stern reply.

Harper knew better than to argue with Jessie when she used her authoritative tone, so she stormed off to her room. She also knew the real reason she wasn’t allowed to go to the party with Candace was because she’d gotten a little too drunk at the last party they’d attended. “This is stupid. I’m old enough to go, just because I made one tiny mistake doesn’t mean I should be kept from parties all my life,” she grumbled as she slammed the door and sat angrily on her bed. Jessie wasn’t her mom! Granted, her mom wasn’t much of a mom either, which is why she came to live with Jessie and Candace- but this whole “my house, my rules” thing was getting old. Although… Harper had some dirt on Candace, so she knew she wouldn’t be ratted out if… and Jessie would be gone for a while to babysit, so… Harper grinned as a plan quickly formed. “I’m going.”

~~~

Jessie closed her eyes and began to count to 100. She was not going to put up with Harper’s attitude, and she just about to adjust it for her when Harper came from the room. Jessie paused at 72, opening her eyes slowly. Harper apologized for slamming the door, then told her that she understood why she wasn’t allowed to go to the party. Jessie tried to hide the surprise she felt, and she was more than a little curious about the abupt mood change, but she was also proud. She wouldn’t go to the party after I said she couldn’t. She knows what would happen to her if she tried, she thought to herself as she smiled at the young woman standing beside her.

~~~

“I’ll be back by one; if you need me, just call me. Keep the doors locked and behave yourself,” Jessie said with a hint of warning in her voice.

“Yeah yeah, alright. See you later,” Harper mumbled. She pretended to be transfixed by the TV as she gave a half-hearted hug goodbye. She waited until she heard Jessie pull out of the driveway before springing into action. Now there was only Candace to worry about.

~~~

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Candace eyed the girl who was now dressed to the nines with an alarmed look.

“To the party obviously.” Harper said with as much sarcasm as she could muster, which wasn’t a lot with as excited as she was.

“I thought you couldn’t go…”

“Correction, I’m not supposed to go, but I can, in fact, go. And you aren’t going to say anything because if you do, I’ll just let Jessie know about the time that you…”

“Okay fine!” Candace growled. Harper had been holding this one incident over her head for a month now. If she had just come clean to Jessie before…but now she was lying which would get her in worse trouble, and that’s something Candace was well aware of. But technically, she was already lying by not confessing in the first place– or at least, that’s how Jessie would see it. She flinched at just the thought of being in that much trouble. “But if I go down, I’ll make sure you go down harder!” she said. Truth be told, Jessie always went easier on Harper. Why does she have to be so damn spoiled?! Candace sighed. There was nothing she could do about it now, and maybe since she was doing Harper such a big favor, she could convince her to finally let it go… maybe.

~~~

Harper took a seat at the bar as she ordered her drink a little breathlessly. She had been dancing and having fun all night. Candace begrudgingly left an hour ago, after Harper told her it was the only way she would let that “one incident” go forever. She didn’t want Candace cramping her style with “We should really go home now,” and “I think you’ve had enough to drink,” and “Jessie’s gonna murder you.” She could be such a buzzkill. She had another hour left to go before there was even a chance of Jessie getting off work, and it only took her ten minutes to get home. Just then, a cute boy walked up.

“Wanna drink?”

“Mmm… nah. I have one, thanks.”

“Mine is better, trust me,” he said with a wink.

Harper shrugged and took the shot he offered. She could almost hear Jessie’s warning about not taking drinks from strangers, but she was going to fit in here if it killed her. Jessie was just paranoid anyway. These weren’t the kids from her neighborhood. They were all rich and well-dressed. There was nothing to worry about here.

“Wanna dance?”

Again she shrugged, but this time with a smile as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

As she danced, she became more and more aware of how dizzy she felt. She’d had a lot to drink, but this was a different kind of dizzy.

“What time is it? Maybe I should get home…” Harper glanced at her wrist only to become more frustrated. She couldn’t read her own damn watch.

“Don’t worry about it, babe… just have some fun.”

~~~

“Hey girl… where’s Harp?”

Jessie looked at her watch again. Eleven fifteen; her night owl wouldn’t be asleep right now. The look on Candace’s face was enough to send her into a panic.

“She um…well she hasn’t come back…from the….party…yet?”

Jessie walked to the couch in three bounds and took the girl by the ear. “Let’s go.”

~~~

The music pulsing too loudly in her ears was the last thing Harper remembered, then she was vaguely aware of strong arms wrapping around her and carrying her away.

“You l-let me down! I’m going home…ri-now!” she slurred. She was starting to panic, then she heard Jessie’s voice. “Calm down honey, we’re going home.”

Jessie?! Harper registered a lot of things at once as she glanced over the woman’s shoulder. The party was over, and from the looks of it, it ended abruptly. The boy she was talking to earlier was being put in handcuffs. Blue and red lights filled the room. Harper groaned as she looked up, expecting to see anger on Jessie’s face. She felt a pang of guilt when all she saw was leftover worry and now, relief. And then, black, as she faded back out of consciousness.

~~~

Jessie sighed and she tightened her grip around the girl sleeping in her arms. She felt a lot of emotions as she carried her to the car. Right now, she was mostly relieved that she had gotten there in time. She also felt angry, incredibly angry. If Harper’s condition hadn’t had her so worried, she’d have likely gotten physical with the little mutant who slipped something in the girl’s drink. And with a sigh, she realized that both of her girls had disappointed her. She was especially surprised at Candace, who she was confident knew better than to sneak Harper to a party, much less leave her there. It was a bit out of character for Candace, too. She had played the big sister role to Harper for almost a year, even before Harp had officially moved in, and had even tried to take the blame for things that Harper had done. She wasn’t sure what was happening between the girls, but for Candace to outright disobey her?! Something was going on. As she buckled a snoring Harper into the car, she looked over where the other girl sat behind the passenger seat, sunk down with her eyes fixed out the window, looking guilty. Before Jessie had even gotten her own seat belt on and the car started, Candace had slipped over to the middle seat and had her arms around their little rebel.  Jessie sighed again. It was going to be a long weekend.

~~~

Back at the house, Jessie and Candace walked a barely conscious Harper to her bed, pulling off her jeans, boots, and socks before tucking her in.  Candace stood around awkwardly as Jessie set two ibuprofen and a large glass of water on the bedside table.  When she did look at the girl it was to raise her eyebrows, and asked “What is it, Candace?”

Candace realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted to ask; all that came out was “Are you… am I…”

“Are you what?  In trouble?  Yes, Candace.  You are in a lot of trouble.  Am I going to spank you?  I don’t know.  Yes.  I think.  Not tonight.  I am not sure what to think about any of this right now.  One of the people we care about most in the world was in a lot of danger tonight, and she put herself there- on my watch.  And with my little sister’s help.”

Tears jumped into Candace’s eyes at these words, and a single hard sob rose from her chest.  There was an edge of sympathy in Jessie’s face, but it wasn’t much.  She looked tired, sad, scared, disappointed, and a decade older than she had that afternoon.  Still, she forced herself to soften her expression as she walked over and put an arm around Candace, hugging her shoulders as she guided her across the hall to bed.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, sweetheart.  And we will figure this all out.  I’m not happy, but I love you just as much now as I did yesterday and every day.  Okay?” She turned, putting a crooked finger under Candace’s chin and gently pushing her head up so they were looking eye to eye.  “Okay?”

Tears gently falling over the edges of her lower lashes, Candace nodded.  Jessie pulled her into a full hug, kissing her forehead and squeezing her tight.  “I am just glad you’re okay, squirt.  That both of you are.  The paramedic said Harper is going to wake up with a fuzzy memory and a bad hangover, but she is otherwise fine.  You’re fine.  We’re all here, in our house, sleeping under the same roof.  Right?”  She felt a nod against her chest and hugged her sister a little tighter.  “We’ll talk tomorrow.  Do your best to get some sleep.  Love you.”

And with another kiss to Candace’s forehead, she left for her own room.

~~~

Jessie woke up to the sun shining across her face, almost spitefully cheery as it streamed through the window.  She was oddly rested; she didn’t think she’d sleep a wink, but once she laid down, the adrenaline that had flooded her body left just as quickly, and she was out to the world.  Unfortunately, sleep hadn’t made her problems disappear.  The clock read 9:32, and the house was still quiet. She stretched, then climbed out of bed, walking in her pajamas down the hall to check on the girls.

First she peeked into Harper’s room; she was still sleeping.  The ibuprofen and the water were both gone, so she must have woken up at some point in the night.  Jessie closed her door and walked across the hall to Candace’s room, tapping the door lightly before pushing it open.  The poor thing was still laying in bed, but her eyes were open and red-rimmed.  Jessie’s heart melted at the sight; she clearly hadn’t slept much at all.  “Oh, honey,” she said, sitting on the bed beside her and holding her close.  Another dry sob shook the girl’s body, but she was all out of tears.  “She’s okay, honey, she’s okay.”

“But I let it happen,” Candace said shakily.  “I knew she wasn’t allowed to go to the party, but I didn’t stop her, and I didn’t tell you so you would stop her, and then I left her there!  I left her, and she could have gotten hurt, she did get hurt, but it could have been so much worse, because of me.”

“No, honey.  This is not on you.  Do you have some responsibility here?  Yes, you do.  And we are going to talk about it.  And Harper has a lot to answer for.  But the majority of the blame here is on the person who drugged her without her consent.  There were a lot of bad decisions made last night, but he is the one here at the most fault.”  She was getting angry just thinking about him, but Candace snapped her out of that train of thought.

“You can’t spank her!!!” she said frantically, as if this possibility had just occurred to her, pulling out of Jessie’s arms to look at her face.  “She’s been through enough, Jessie!  You just can’t, she was so sick last night and she looked so fragile…”

Jessie firmly pulled Candace back over to lean against her while she spoke.  “Candace… Harper is in a lot of trouble.  And yes, I am going to spank her.” She tightened her grip when she felt Candace start to pull away again.  “It is not an easy thing to do, but there are two reasons.  One, because she earned a spanking.  She did not one, but several things that she knew would get that reaction from me.  Things that I never worried she would do until she did them.  Which brings me to the second, and the more important, reason.  She can never make decisions that poor again.  I’m sure this will not be the last bit of trouble Harper ever gets into, but she is never going to jeopardize her safety like this again.  I’m going to see to it that her bottom hurts just thinking about this level of trouble.”

Candace visibly winced at this, but she knew her sister’s mind was on Harper, not on her.  Unfortunately for Candace, that only lasted a second.  “About that responsibility, little girl,” she said.  “First off, why did you let her go to the party?”  Candace seemed to shrink a little as she quietly answered, “Well I didn’t…. like… let her go.”

“Candace,” Jessie said sharply.

Candace sighed heavily, then began to speak.  “Harper sort of blackmailed me.  She said… so… okay, I got away with something like, forever ago.  And Harper knew about it, and she aaaaalllways reminded me about it, and I thought this was my chance to make her let it go…” Her voice had a distinct whine by the end.

“And what was this something that Harper was holding over your head, young lady?”

Candace shrank further.  “You remember when I was grounded?”

“Two weeks ago?”

“No,” Candace flushed, “like, a while ago.  Six or seven months ago, for getting home so late when I had work super early the next day.”

“Oh yeah.  Yes.  I remember.”

“One of the nights I already had plans with Jade and I went out anyway,” she said guiltily, “after we had said goodnight.”

“How did you get back in without me hearing you?”

“The window in the den.”

“And Harper is the one who opened it for you,” Jessie finished grimly.  “I see.”

“I’m sorry!  I shouldn’t have done it, and I did, and I felt bad about it but I knew you’d be mad…” Candace’s voice faded away as Jessie released her hold on the girl and stood.

“Mad doesn’t being to cover it, young lady,” Jessie said, then she seemed to interrupt herself as she asked sharply, “Did Jade know you were grounded?”  Candace bit her lip, but she wasn’t about to tell even a white lie right now, so she slowly nodded her head.

“I see,” Jessie said as she put her hands on her hips and went into full lecture mode. “You do not sneak out of this house.  Under any circumstances.  I cannot believe that I am having to say that out loud to you.  You know better.  And look at the example you set for Harper!  When we agreed to let her come live here, we talked about that.  I know that you two have been friends for a long time, but you are every bit as close as sisters now.  And I know you have only been a little sister for a long time, but you are a big sister now, too, and you need to act like it.  She looks up to you.  You respects your choices.  And she counts on you to show her how to behave.  So besides letting me down by sneaking around, you also showed little miss Harper that she could get away with it.”

As Jessie paused for a breath, Candace squeaked “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“Harper made the choice to go out last night, but you have a responsibility now to her just like you do to me.  You are going to be a good example.  You are going to be the well-behaved, responsible young woman I helped raise.  Are we clear on that?”

“Yes ma’am,” Candace said miserably.

Jessie pulled herself up to her full height, lifting her right arm from her hip and pointing toward the bedroom door.  “Get the brush.”

Candace slid out of the bed, practically running for the door, hoping (in vain) to avoid being swatted as she walked by her big sister.  She rubbed her bottom as she padded down the hall to Jessie’s room to retrieve the big oak hairbrush that stayed in the top draw of her dresser.  She looked at it with disdain before picking it up and heading back down the hall.

~~~

Harper watched Candace’s feet pass by her door from her position laying on the floor of her room, spying out into the hallway.  She’d woken up about fifteen minutes ago with a slight headache and the urgent need to pee.  She had placed her ear to the door, but the house sounded quiet, so she’d risked stepping out of her room.  As she had tiptoed toward the bathroom, she’d heard voices coming from across the hall.  Taking this as a sign that they were letting her sleep, Harper did her business quickly and quietly, though she was racking her brain the entire time, trying to remember how she had gotten home last night.  Her thoughts had been interrupted as she reached her door, when she’d heard Jessie’s voice getting louder.  She had darted into her room, shutting the door silently and laying down on the floor by the door so she could listen.

She hadn’t quite been able to really hear what she was saying, but Jessie sounded mad.  Harper had cringed as she made out a word here and there… “respect…” and “behave” and “responsibility.”  This was not sounding good.  As she had listened, she tried to remember anything she could from last night.  She kept being distracted, though.  When things had gotten quiet, she hadn’t been able to hear anything but her own heartbeat. Then she’d seen Candace’s socked feet, and now she saw them walking back again.

Her hungover brain was slow to piece things together.  Several seconds later, things finally clicked and she sucked in her breath as she thought “Oh fuck fuck fuck, she was going to get the–”

SMACK

The distinct sound of wood on bare skin jumped across the house, and Harper shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling of the cool wood against her cheek, and how many seconds each breath took blowing out, and just anything, anything but the awful sound of her best friend being spanked just a few feet away.

Whereas the voices had been muffled by the walls and door, the smacks of the hairbrush seemed to have no issue making themselves heard loud and clear.  And while Harper could keep her mind occupied for a few seconds at a time, she stopped being able to do even that when she started hearing the pitiful noises Candace was making.  It started with a few squeaks here and there, and then the occasional “ow” and “owie owie.”  The spanking didn’t seem to slow down even a little; if anything, it sounded like Jessie was picking up speed.  Soon the distressing sounds coming from Candace were as constant as the never-ending spanking.  Without even realizing it, Harper had put the heel of her hand in her mouth, stifling her own noises as she occasionally clamped down hard enough to leave marks.

Still, the spanking continued, and Candace was honest-to-god wailing in there.  Harper shut her eyes and took her hand from her mouth, using it to cover the ear that wasn’t against the hardwood floor.  Nothing could keep her from hearing it all, though.  Like Candace, Harper was trapped until Jessie was good and ready for her to be released.  And of course, eventually, the spanking did stop.  Harper knew better, though.  She jumped up and scrambled back into her bed in the momentary quiet, pulling the blankets up around her and straining, despite herself, to hear what she could.

She knew how this went.  She had been spanked by Jessie before.  Even if she could just barely make out her soft tones, she knew this was the last bit of whatever lecture she had started earlier.  Jessie always sounded deceptively nice at this point, as if her soothing voice could distract a person from the fresh hell she was seconds away from unleashing.

Suddenly there was a loud “nononono no no no noooooooo!” from her friend, and the spanking drew to a close as a minute of spanks fell audibly harder than the others, and easily twice as fast, with Candace practically screaming through the whole thing.  Harper couldn’t help but picture her friend’s flailing legs; they’d been spanked enough times together that Harper knew exactly what she looked like right now.  She would have her hands balled up in the bedspread, if Jessie wasn’t holding them still.  Her pants and underwear would be long gone, kicked off almost immediately.  And her ass… her poor ass…  Harper gulped when it ended, actually gulped, as if she were a cartoon character.  A solid minute.  She had watched the seconds tick by on the analog clock by her bed.  That was a long time.  A really long time.

~~~

In Candace’s room, the sisters held each other, one whispering sweet words while the other cried tears she didn’t know she had left to cry.  Oh this hurts.  This is going to hurt for so long, the younger girl thought as she clung to Jessie.  She knew she had deserved every swat, and she had tried so hard to be good for it, but Jessie hadn’t spanked her that hard in a long time.  No, she revised her thoughts immediately, she has never spanked me that hard before.  When she calmed down, Jessie kissed her forehead before disentangling and standing.  Candace rolled over slowly, laying on her stomach and clutching her pillow, and looked up at Jessie from the bed.

“I need to go talk with Harper now, honey.  You okay?”

Candace grimaced, flooded with sympathy for what her friend was about to experience, but then nodded.  Jessie reached down to run her fingers lightly through the girl’s hair before she walked out the door, scooping up the brush from its place on the floor as she left.  Candace barely waited for the door to close all the way before reaching back to gently touch her swollen backside.  A soft “oh” escaped her lips.  She could barely explore the damage.  It hurt too much.  She pulled her hand back up to her face, absentmindedly wiping away a few stray tears.  Nothing about this was fun, but she had to admit that she felt alright for the first time since they’d found Harper last night.  Jessie had kept saying they were okay, and now, for some reason, Candace couldn’t help but believe her.

She heard the door across the hall open, and she began to think about how horrible it was going to be to hear Harper in trouble.  It was a needless worry.  Candace fell almost immediately into a deep sleep, the kind that only takes a person when they’re so tired that their body refuses to do anything else.  She didn’t hear a thing.

~~~

Jessie stood in the hallway for several minutes, clutching the brush and wishing she didn’t have to do what she was about to do.  Usually it didn’t bother her too much when she had to dole out a punishment; they were always well-deserved.  But this little girl could have been seriously hurt last night, and the thought of causing her more pain… No, a steely voice echoed through her mind, this little girl lied to my face, manipulated her Candace, snuck out of the house, drank way too much, and was so unaware of her surroundings and so careless of her safety that she had been roofied at that stupid party that she wasn’t supposed to attend in the first place!

Well that did the trick.  Her resolve strengthened, she twisted the knob and walked into Harper’s room.

~~~

Even though she knew it had to be coming, Harper jumped when her door opened.  She tried not to immediately look to see if the brush was in Jessie’s hand, but she couldn’t help herself.  Of course, there it was, that dreaded stupid stupid wooden brush.  She moved her eyes up to Jessie’s face, but that was worse.  Way worse.  Back to the brush.  No, her face.  Fuck, just look at your own hands, she thought, immediately following her own advice.

She felt the bed shift, and risked a glance up.  Jessie had set the brush down, and now was sitting close to her on the edge of the bed.  She reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Harper’s face and behind her ear.  She did that all the time, and usually it drove Harper crazy, but at the moment she was just grateful for the gentle touch.  The older woman rested her hand on Harper’s leg as she asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Good.  Well not like, good good.  But okay.  Thanks.  For the water.  And the Advil.  I barely have a headache.  I feel tired, though.  And I felt foggy when I woke up.  But better now.” She answered as quickly and truthfully as she could.  She was a little surprised Jessie had even asked; usually she wasn’t very sympathetic to the girls’ hangovers.  She was even more surprised when the gentle questions kept coming.  “What do you remember from last night.”

Harper blushed and looked down.  “Well I remember… going… to the party…” she said haltingly.  She was so used to trying to wiggle her way out of trouble that she wasn’t sure how to just tell the entire truth, but after the spanking Candace had just received, Harper had no doubt that Jessie knew exactly what had happened last night, and even she knew better than to poke an angry bear.  She was as honest as she could be.  “Candace didn’t want me to, but… I kinda made her take me.”

Jessie nodded, and Candace gathered from her expression that she must know about the blackmail.

“Okay, so I went, and everything was okay, and then Candace went home, so I was dancing– she tried to get me to go with her, but I wouldn’t– and I was still… drinking…”  Now she was actually having trouble remembering the details.  She had been pretty drunk, but there was… a boy?  Yes, a boy.  “This guy brought me a drink, and then I was dancing with him, and… and then…”  Her brow furrowed as she struggled to remember.  She had been really drunk, but usually she passed out before she blacked out.

Jessie’s gentle hand on her leg brought her back to the present.  “Honey, that guy you were dancing with?  He put something in your drink.  That’s why you’re having trouble remembering.  It’s why you were so foggy when you woke up today.”

Harper felt her face contort as she flipped through several emotions, from shock to disbelief, and through several others until she landed on anger.  Yes, that one felt right.  “Are you telling me that douchebag ‘music producer’ or whatever he really is roofied me last night?” she asked incredulously.

Jessie nodded slowly, not entirely surprised by this reaction.  “You aren’t the first girl he’s done this to.  He got away with it at a party a few weeks ago.  Someone last night recognized him and called the police.  They were already putting him in handcuffs when I showed up, and you were all but knocked out.  But you never left the party with him, thank god.”

“Oh he’s frickin’ lucky they took him to jail.  That little–”

“Harper” Jessie interrupted her.  “You can be mad later.  You have a right to be mad.  That guy is scum, and I bet we both wish about the same kind of future on him.  You and I have more than enough to talk about that doesn’t involve him, though.  But first, I need to know if you’re okay.  This is a big scary thing to learn.  How are you feeling about it?”

For a brief moment, Harper considered playing to Jessie’s sympathy.  If she burst into tears, she knew she’d get out of whatever Jessie was planning.  She sighed.  The truth was, though, she had seen a lot in her life, especially before moving in with Candace and Jessie.  If something like this had happened to Candace, she’d be in therapy for months.  But Harper… Harper knew things like this happened.  Bad people were out there.  And she had just taken the drink he offered, with hardly a second thought…

Her head fell forward to thunk lightly on her knees, which were pulled up against her body, as the weight of what she had done fell hard.  “Oh that was so dumb… I took the drink… I can’t believe… oh my god, I can’t believe I took it.”

Jessie was nodding as she began to speak, even though Harper couldn’t see it.  “Yes, you did.  You took a drink from a stranger.  Probably because you had had too much to drink.  Way too much.  At a party you weren’t supposed to be at.  Because I told you not to go.”

Harper wondered if she could just keep her face buried forever.  That seemed like a great plan.  Jessie said her name again, though, and she forced herself to look up into a pair of very stern eyes.  “I am very disappointed in the choices you made last night.  That man is scum, and in a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to worry about people like him.  But we don’t live in that perfect world, and you have been taught better than your behavior showed last night.  We have had this talk on more than one occasion.  It is almost unbelievable that we are having it again.”

The girl nodded, but she didn’t say anything.  What could she say?  She had broken Jessie’s trust.  She’d snuck out of the house, lied to cover her own ass, and bullied Candace to get to that stupid party, and for what?  So she could get sloppy with a bunch of people she barely knew and then have to deal with this?

“Was it worth it?” Jessie asked, as if she could read Harper’s thoughts.  “No,” she replied, “not at all.”

Jessie picked up the brush again as she shifted her position on the bed, putting her feet down on the floor.  “This sort of thing will never happen again, Harper.  If I have to spank you every day for a month of Sundays to make sure of that, then that’s what I’ll do.”

“But you don’t–”

“Hush.  This is my time to talk and your time to listen.  You are about to get your little self across my lap, and I am going to spank your backside until you can’t even look at a bottle of liquor without remembering this hairbrush.”  Harper groaned, but Jessie wasn’t finished.  “You will get another spanking at the end of the week.  And another one a week after that.”

Harper sputtered, eventually getting out a quick “You can’t–” but she was immediately cut off again.

“I can.  I am.  And if you so much as walk out of the house to check the mail during the next two weeks, you’ll get spanked then, too.  Right on the front porch, if that’s where I catch you.  I am finished with you disobeying me, Harper.  We are family now.  I have a responsibility to make sure that you are safe and happy.  And all you have to do is not make that job more difficult.”

Harper stared at her mutely.  Three spankings?  Three?  And restriction?  And she knew restriction was what Jessie was saying.  She wasn’t just going to be grounded to the house.  She was about to lose her TV, her laptop, her phone…

She didn’t have a lot of time to mourn the loss of her material things.  She felt Jessie’s strong grip on her arm, and a second later she was moved bodily across the bed and across Jessie’s lap.  She wasn’t wearing pants, and her underwear were taken down almost before she found herself settled.  “Hey!” she yelped indignantly, but she didn’t have long to be upset before she became concerned with an entirely new problem.

SMACK

Except this time it was her on the receiving end of that wicked brush, and even though earlier she’d briefly thought that listening to someone getting a spanking was actually worse, she knew for certain at this moment that she had been wrong.  This was worse.  This.  This was so much worse.

She kicked her feet, slamming them into her pillow until it fell off the bed, and beat her fists into the mattress.  Usually she struggled so much that Jessie had to physically hold her on her lap, but she was trying really hard not to throw herself on the floor.  It was a losing battle, though.  Sometimes Jessie made her way down to a bare bottom, but she never started there, and she never started with the brush.  It was usually saved for the second half, or even just the end, just there to drive the point home.  This was an entirely new form of torture.

Despite her best efforts, Harper was soon throwing her body sideways and throwing her hands back, anything to stop or even slow down the onslaught.  This wasn’t the first time Jessie had spanked the wiggly girl, though.  In no time at all, she’d flung her own leg over Harper’s, effectively pinning them.  She pulled the girl’s body snugly against her own, using her free hand to also trap Harper’s interfering hands to the small of her back.

“Please!” Harper yelled, and she hated the sound of her own voice.  She never begged during a spanking.  She would yell sometimes, and even cry sometimes, but she never asked Jessie to stop.  It looked like a lot of things that never happened before were happening today, though.

Harper was barely conscious of the yells coming from her own mouth after another minute.  No longer was she letting out yelps and pleases; now it was a constant string of unintelligible words and phrases.  Jessie got the gist.  It didn’t slow her down, though.

It wasn’t until the first sob escaped from Harper’s chest that she even began to consider slowing down.  She was serious about this not being a repeat offense.  She could see dark undertones coming up on the girl’s skin, but she kept the swats coming.  She hadn’t given either girl a warm-up for a reason.  She wanted them to feel these spankings for more than just a few hours, and for more just tonight.  As she thought about this, she increased the strength behind her swats, ignoring the way Harper’s cries went up an octave.

Finally she did stop, at least for the moment.  She let Harper’s hands go, and the girl immediately covered her swollen backside with them as she let out a moan.  “Absolutely not,” she said, and was glad to see the naughty hands almost jump to get back in front of Harper’s body.  She rubbed the young woman’s back for a moment, waiting for her to calm down enough to listen.  Eventually, she felt like it was time to speak.

“I’m not sure how else to say this, little girl, so I guess I’ll say it the same way just one more time and I hope it really sticks.  You are part of a family now.  An unconventional, mismatched family, but a family.  I am the head of this family, and there are a lot of things that go along with that.  I make sure there is food on the table.  I make sure there’s a roof over your head.  I do my best to make sure that you are happy.  And when you are ready to move out, I will help you with that, too.  But until then, there are a lot things that go along with not being the head of this family, too.  You have to listen to me.  You have to trust that I know what I’m talking about.  And if you disagree with any of my decisions, you either make me see it your way or you come to terms with that particular decision.  You understand me?”

“Yes ma’am,” Harper said, and that was not something that came easily to her like it did Candace.  She hadn’t been raised saying ma’am or sir, but Jessie insisted on it, at least when the girls were in trouble.  “And whether I am here or not, looking right over your shoulder or in a whole ‘nother country, you will watch out for yourself.  You will make good choices about your well-being.  Is that crystal clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” came the reply, followed immediately by an echo of Candace’s cries earlier as she felt Jessie tip her forward slightly, and she knew what was coming.  She heard fingers snap above her, and she groaned and began to cry fresh tears as she offered her hand back.  She knew what that snap meant, and soon her wrist was secured to her side while her other arm wrapped back around Jessie’s body.  She sensed the brush being raised up and yelled out a desperate “Please don’t please don’t please don’t!” and then she was getting the rest of her spanking, the hard and fast swats of the wooden hairbrush falling on her already bruised and aching backside.  She found herself saying “please don’t” over and over again, until those eventually blurred into wild and wordless shrieking.

She was facing away from the clock, but by the time the spanking was finished, she was positive it had been every bit of the same minute Candace had gotten.  Maybe more.  She lay there whimpering for a long time after it was over, just feeling her bottom throb and trying to control her crying.  Her backside felt at least twice its normal size.  The thought of moving sent fresh tears down her cheeks, but eventually she was able to sit up, hissing at any contact made with her poor rear end.  She flung herself face-down on her bed, in much the same position Candace had ended up in.  Jessie laid down beside her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair and filling her with words of comfort until she, like her new sister, drifted off into a dreamless sleep.