Ana & Ashton

“Ditching School”

I sat apprehensively at lunch.  All of my friends were surrounding me, talking and giggling about something.  The thing is, I had just made plans minutes before to ditch class with them and go somewhere.  Normally, I wouldn’t have been apprehensive about it, but Brianna wasn’t going to go.  Said something about being caught skipping too many times already, and she didn’t want it to happen again.  I had already agreed, though, and if I backed out, well, I just *couldn’t* back out now.  Thus, I sat feeling very apprehensive. 

Patrice was talking about how she had a slip from the last time she checked out and she could just change the date on it and make it look like they had a slip from the office.  She also said that she could put our names on the slip.  I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, though.  I was just about to count myself out when the bell rang to end lunch.  Brianna smiled and threw her plate away in the trashcan.  “See ya guys later!” she said, skipping off to class.

I figured I wouldn’t look too suspicous since I was the only sophomore going.  Of course, Patrice, Jayna, and Emily probably wouldn’t look too suspicious either, since two were seniors, and the other was a junior.  I really *didn’t* want to look suspicious, though, because if we got caught, I knew that Ashton would roast my bottom like it’d never been roasted before.  He had something strongly against skipping.  I’m sure he actually did it once or twice, and I was pissed to think that he’d be so mad at me when he’d done it, too.  But I couldn’t guarantee that he had actually done it.

Anyway, so we were walking unsuspiciously and went out to Patrice’s car, all got inside, and drove off.  It was as easy as that.  We turned the music up loud and gave each other a high five, while Patrice filled the yellow slip in to make it look like today’s date, December 9th, and like all of our names were on there.  After she did that, we set off.  She backed out of the parking lot and made her way to the exit, only to find that there was this huge gate there so nobody could skip.  Lucky us. 

“Relax!” she muttered to me, seeing that I was very uneasy in the back corner of her car.  “We have a pass, remember?  The security guard will see it, assume that she missed a call, and let us off.”

I nodded, still not relaxing. 

We made a loop around the parking lot and came back around to where the school was, passing by the office and the security guard who flagged us down.  “Hello, Ms. Russell,” Patrice said, putting on her best smile.

“Hello, ladies.  Where are you going?”

“To eat lunch.  We have a pass.”  She gave the yellow slip to the security guard and gave her enough time to glance at it before saying, “How are you today?”

“I’m doing just fine,” she said, not looking up from the slip.  “But it seems that this slip is an older one, especially since this secretary doesn’t work here anymore.  Maybe it’s from February ninth?”  She looked up at us.  My heart stopped.

“No ma’am.  It’s from today.  We just went in there.”  I bit my lower lip. 

“Well maybe you girls should park your car and come inside with me, and once we get this cleared up, you can go have your lunch.”

“But Ms. Russell, see, the thing is, we’re meeting my older brother there, and I don’t want to be late in meeting him.”

“Well, I assure you that it’s better for us to clear this up than for you to leave and be written up for skipping.  Don’t you think?”

I looked at Jayna who sat next to me, her eyebrows raised, a look of worry on her face.

Patrice looked back.  “I guess we’ll just have to be late,” she said.  “I’m sure that he won’t mind.”

Ms. Russell smile.  “I’m sure he won’t.  Go ahead and park your car, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes.”

Patrice rolled her window and sighed heavily.  “Fucking bitch,” she muttered, turning her car around and going back to the parking place.  “This is so messed up.  I can’t believe that this pass is no good.”

“When IS the pass from, Patrice?” I asked.

“It’s from February.”

“Good job.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up, okay?  It always worked the other times.”

I sighed and leaned back in my seat.  This was not good.

The four of us got out of the car after Patrice parked back in her spot.  I was glad that Bri hadn’t come because she’d probably get spanked super badly by her older brother, Terrence.  Especially since she had been caught skipping before.  Since I hadn’t, maybe Ashton would go easy on me.  Maybe he wouldn’t spank me.  Too bad Dad wasn’t in town.  He wouldn’t do anything, just fuss at me for a bit and tell me to go to my room.  I liked his punishments much better than Ashton’s.

We met up with Ms. Russell and she escorted us into the office and greeted the secretaries, asking if the four of us had checked out.  They all looked at us in utter confusion and finally said, “no..”

Ms. Russell gave us a look as if saying that she had won, then took us all to Mrs. Jamison’s office.  “Great,” I muttered.  “I get to talk to this bitch again.”  I really didn’t like Mrs. Jamison at all.  She was a short fat lady with glasses that sat on the end of her nose and she always folded her hands and spoke in a voice like her nose was stuffy.  Blech, I didn’t like her at all. 

Ms. Russell explained the situation to her as if the four of us weren’t standing right there.  Mrs. Jamison just nodded and began babbling about how skipping is against the school rules and we were in no way allowed to leave campus without permission from a parent or guardian.  I just thought about the Harry Potter books and how there was that Professor Umbridge in the last book and how that’s what Mrs. Jamison reminded me of.  Then I realized that everyone was staring at me and Mrs. Jamison had asked a question.

I blinked, then decided not to ask what she had said, but instead answer.  “No, ma’am,” I murmured, hoping that was an appropriate answer for her question.  You know, like if she asked something like why I did it, it wouldn’t be a good answer.  But if the question was if I had anything to say for myself, or if I wanted her to contact my brother, the answer was definitely no.  Jayna smirked a bit, cause she knew I hadn’t been listening.  How could anyone actually listen to that lady??

I sighed and started thinking about how I wished we could have at least gotten off campus so I could have gotten a bite to eat, because I was hungry and my stomach was about to growl, when she asked us another question.  But this time, I heard the other three say no, so when it was my turn to answer, I smiled slightly, and said in my most southern polite voice, “no ma’am.”  This was too easy. 

It was too easy until she said, “have a seat outside and I’m going to call each of your parents and let them know that you’ve been suspended for the day, and you still have five days of afternoon detention.”

I blinked.  Sometimes I could kick myself for not listening to her.  Geeze, at least if I listened to the lady I’d have known what our punishment was, and I could have pleaded for her to at least not call our parents.  But it was too late now, cause we were filing out of the room and I was plopping down next to the other three girls.

“Way to go, Ana,” Jayna said.

“Huh?”

“It was so obvious you weren’t listening.  How do you do that?  Know exactly what answer to say..”

“Oh, uh, I dunno.  A lot of practice I guess,” I said, cracking a grin.

“I can’t believe the goddamn pass didn’t work,” Patrice said.

“Well, maybe next time it will,” I said, staring into space. 

I felt her glare at me, but I didn’t really care.  I wished that I didn’t have an older brother at this time, that I was the oldest and since they couldn’t call my parents, I could just drive myself home.  But that wasn’t the case.  And I guess I didn’t really wish I didn’t have an older brother, cause Ashton really cared about me, but I didn’t want to be in trouble.  I hadn’t even wanted to skip.

Ashton was the first to actually come into the office.  It sucked because while all the other girls were having their parents, I was stuck with the boy who actually went to school with me and it took him like 5 minutes to come into the office.  What was even more embarassing, Patrice and Emily knew Ashton because they had classes with him and when he walked in, they smiled.  Ugh.  It was enough to make me sick.

He sat down across from me, thank God for Jayna, because otherwise, he would’ve sat next to me and started bitching about how skipping is bad and all this stuff.  Mrs. Jamison opened her door.  I swear, she probably has a camera somewhere in the hallway that tells her when someone’s outside her room, because everytime I’d been sent to the office, she seemed to automatically know when Ashton was there.  She smiled that damn ugly smile and opened her door, mumbling something in her stuffy nosed voice that I didn’t care to listen to. 

We got inside her office and she closed the door, and both Ashton and I sat, and she began rambling again, and Ashton kept looking at me, and I just kept my gaze fixed on the screen saver on her computer.  It was the kind with the little 3D shapes that keep changing shapes, and it was very intriguing.  Finally, Ashton apologized, or something, nudged me, and I apologized and told her that I wouldn’t do it again, and she smiled, shook Ashton’s hand, told him that he’d turned into a very fine young man, he thanked her, put his hand on my back and led me out of the office.  I grinned at the three girls who sat watching me then rolled my eyes cause they were so annoying.  Why did I hang out with annoying people?

When we got outside, Ashton started in on lecturing me and I just stared at the ground, once again not listening.  The difference between Mrs. Jamison and Ashton is that Ashton knows when I’m not paying attention because he smacked my bottom and said “Listen to me, dammit!”

I blushed when he spanked me, in public like that, but I looked around and thankfully nobody saw.

“Sorry,” I murmured, really trying to actually listen this time.

“You can’t go and skip school like that,” he said, walking a little too quickly for me.  He was a tall guy, and had long legs, so he could take large steps, and I was practically running cause I was so short.  “I can’t believe that you’d let Patrice talk you into it, and lie about it to the security guard.”

“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” I agreed.

“VERY dumb.”

“But come on, Ash, you’ve skipped before.”

He stopped, almost causing me to run into him because I was behind him and when he stopped, I didn’t.  “Excuse me?” he said, looking down at me.

“I said, you’ve skipped before.”

“No, Anastasia, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t?  You’ve been through 12 and a half years of school and never skipped?  I don’t believe it!”

“Well, I don’t care if you believe it or not, because I haven’t.  And even if I had, you’re not off the hook, Young Lady.”

I hated it when he called me that.  He started walking again.

“I can’t believe that you tried to cut class and then you’re going to act like nothing happened.”

I shrugged, though he couldn’t see me.

“I don’t think you realize how serious this is.  What if you would have gotten off campus and had a wreck?  Or what if you would have gotten somewhere and someone kidnapped you?  I’d have no idea where you were, the school wouldn’t know, and you’d be shit out of luck, wouldn’t you?”  We finally got to his car and he unlocked my door and opened it for me, still yelling at me.  He then opened his door and finished his lecture.  “The point is, there’s a rule against skipping for a reason, and it’s to make sure that you don’t get hurt, okay?  And skipping is NEVER okay.”  He started up his car and drove off.

“I know it’s not okay.  And I knew it was a dumb thing to do... I even second-guessed my decision when Bri said she didn’t wanna go cause she’d gotten caught doing it before.  But when I was about to back out, the bell rang and I didn’t get the chance to do it.  I didn’t want them to think I’m a pussy.”

He nodded.  “But honestly, Ana, who cares what they think?  If Bri can turn down their offer, so can you.  I mean, come on, Bri was a drug dealer for Christ’s sake.” 

I glared at him.  I hated when people only saw Brianna for being a drug dealer or a trouble maker.  “So?  What’s that got to do with it?”

“It means that Bri’s the type of person who can give into temptation easily.  She gave into someone who wanted her to sell drugs.  She’s just that type of person.  It means that if Bri, who gives into others’ requests, can turn down her friends, so can you.”

I blinked.  “I don’t get it.  I thought you liked Bri.”

“I DO like Bri.  Your missing my point,” he said, biting his lip, probably thinking of an easier way to put it.  “Okay, here’s the deal.. Brianna’s gotten in trouble before for giving into temptation... like you were tempted to cut school today... she’s given into temptation many times before.  I’m saying that if Brianna can turn down their offer, so can you, because you aren’t as likely to give into temptation.”

I nodded.  “Okay, but that’s not fair to judge Bri like that.”

“I’m not judging her.  She said herself that she was a drug dealer.”

“But how do you know that it was temptation?”

“Because Bri has a good head on her shoulders and wouldn’t just randomly decide to deal drugs, that’s how I know.”

I sighed.  “Okay, I catch your drift.  I know that I made a mistake by agreeing, and I’m sorry.  I’ll do a better job next time.”

“Good.  But you’re still in trouble.”

“I am?”

“Yes.  I’m sure Bri didn’t learn her lesson from her brother lecturing her about it, and I know you won’t either.”

“But I have, I have!” I begged.  “I won’t do it again, Ashton!”

“Anastasia, next time someone asks you to ditch class with them, I’m sure that you won’t remember this talk we had, but I know you’ll remember the trip you’re going to take over my knee.”

My heart stopped again, for the second time that day.  “Nooooooo,” I begged, letting tears stream down my face.  “Pleaseee Ashton, don’t spank me!”

“Sorry, kiddo,” he said, pulling into the driveway.  “You’re getting spanked.”  He opened door and looked at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my own door, then got out, not wanting to do this at all.  Of course, I didn’t have my say in the matter.  “I only do it cause I love ya, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

I nodded.  He almost sounded convincing. 

We walked inside the house and led me to the study.  I must have missed him picking up a hairbrush on the way.  When I saw it my heart stopped AGAIN and I instantly began pleading.

“PLEASEEEEE don’t use the hairbrush, Ashton... pleaseeeeee!!!”

He sat down on the straight backed chair, ignoring my pleas.  “Over my lap, Young Lady,” he ordered. 

I stood back and cried like crazy, not wanting to feel the hairbrush raining down on my bottom.

“I’m giving you to the count of three.”

I cried harder.

“One!”

After he said one, I knew he meant business and I edged closer to him.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me over his lap then flipped my skirt up.  I began kicking.  “I’m sorry!! Please don’t spank me!”

“Stop kicking,” he ordered.  “You might want to save all of your energy for crying.”

I stopped kicking and began crying more, especially when I felt him lower my panties to my knees.  I felt so uncomfortable, my rear end high in the air, my hands slightly touching the floor... I wished that this would hurry and be over.

He rested his hand on my bottom.  “Believe me, Anastasia, if you ever want to skip again, you think about this and how much worse it’s going to be if you do it again.”

It felt bad enough this time, probably from being so embarassed.  He lifted his hand and in a second I felt it contact with my bottom and then he smacked it again and again, hard and fast, concentrating on my entire bottom, including the sit spots. The tears I had cried earlier were nothing to what I was crying after he began spanking.  It hurt so badly!  And he was just spanking with his hand!

“And SMACK SMACK don’t you ever SMACK SMACK lie to SMACK SMACK the security guard SMACK SMACK again! SMACK SMACK SMACK SmACK!”

“OWwwwwieeeeeessss,” I cried, trying to kick my legs but not being able to.  “I’m sorrryyyyy I won’t OW do it OWWW! againnnnn!”

He spanked harder and harder and I was crying like crazy and holding on to the legs of the chair so tightly that my knuckles were white.

He stopped for a minute and I was thankful that it was over.  I actually made the mistake of trying to get up, but he pushed me back down.  “I’m not finished yet, and you know it.”

I whined and grabbed ahold of the chair legs again, still crying.

Without giving me time to expect it, Ashton smacked me with the hairbrush and I yelled so loudly that you’d think I’d touched a hot stove.  I FELT like I had touched one, on my bottom anyway.  He lifted it again and whacked me again, and I yelled again, and he didn’t give me anytime to regain myself but instead just started spanking me rapidly until I was kicking and squalling and pleading and begging him to stop. 

“OWWWWIEEESSSSSS  OWWW!!!  I’M-ow-Ssss-orryyyyy OWWWW!!!!!”

“Good WHACK WHACK!! because next time WHACK WHACK!! this will be WHACK WHACK!!! much WHACK!!! worse WHACK!!!!!!”

Tears were pouring from my eyes and I was making such a ruckus and my backside throbbed and I could barely breathe and I was hiccuping, and I didn’t even realize that he had stopped until he lifted me up. 

“Ten minutes in the corner, Anastasia, so you can reflect on what just happened.  Hands on your head and no rubbing, got it?”

I nodded and hobbled to the corner of the room, burying my nose inside with my hands on my head, doing some little weird dance because I felt like my rear end was on fire.  The ten minutes seemed like ten hours and when Ashton said I could get out the corner I began rubbing my bottom like crazy and crying all over again.  Ashton hugged me tightly.

“It’s all over now, Anastasia.  Just don’t skip again, okay?”

I nodded and hugged him back, letting my tears seep into his shirt and finally, I stopped crying, feeling that everything was better now, because Ashton really did care about me.  We stayed like that for a long time, just hugging, and then I pulled away and smiled.  “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I promised.

He smiled and ruffled my hair.  “Good.”

I pulled my panties up and winced in pain.  “Hey, Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you... carry me to my room?” I said, grinning a bit.  “I don’t think I can walk up any stairs.”

He grinned too and punched me playfully in the arm.  “Geeze, I spoil you,” he said, lifting me up and cradling me like I was four again.  I couldn’t help but giggle a little and he finally put me down in my room. 

“Thanks, Ashton!” I said as he walked out, rolling his eyes.  “I LOVE YOU BIG BRO!!!!”  I giggled hysterically and he slammed the door, like the weirdo older brother he was.  I stretched out and winced when I attempted to walk to my bathroom and change into some pajama pants, but I was so tired and worn out from the spanking that instead of doing that, I just landed on my bed and took a nice long nap.