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I know, I
stole the title from a poster I saw, but that’s the best title for this
story, dammit. Anyway, here’s the tenth story about Brianna’s junior year in
high school, so stay tuned for her senior year! It’s going to be the end
soon, so enjoy the stories while they last! Uh, and I haven’t edited it
yet... so there might be some mistakes and it might be read a little rough.
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“So, Bri,” my
friend, Zach, said one evening on the phone. “I’m having a party tonight...
you know, celebrating the end of summer and the beginning of college. Do you
wanna come?”
I bit my lip. The image of what had happened to Anastasia was still fresh in
my mind, even if it had happened a few weeks ago. But she had been so scared,
she’d swore that she wouldn’t see Zach or Matt every again. But did I really
want to go to this party by myself? “I dunno...” I muttered, trying to think
of a good excuse.
“Awww, come on, Bri. It’ll be fun. You can even bring Ana if ya want..”
He knew that Ana wouldn’t come. “Well, I’ll...” I couldn’t finish my
sentence... there was an incoming call. “Er, hold on a sec.” I clicked over
to the other line. “Hello?”
“Brianna!” the person said. “This is David.” David’s my boss from the pizza
place I work at.
“Oh, hey.”
“Hey. We’re running low on workers tonight and I was wondering if you could
come in.”
Perfect! “Yeah, I can.”
“Good. See you at six then?”
“Yep.” I clicked back over to Zach. “Hey, I have to work tonight,” I said,
trying not to sound too relieved. “Sorry, I’d really like to come...”
“Awwww. But, Bri... can’t you just come after work? There’ll be plenty of
people here, if that’s what you’re worried about. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.
Tell your brother that you’ll be home by midnight.”
I smiled. That was the only thing I needed. “Okay. I’ll come over.”
And that was that.
I went to work later that day and tried my hardest to concentrate on making
pizzas and answering the phone instead of the party. But, truth be known, I
was ecstatic about the party. I was glad that I could spend some time with
Zach and see Matt again, and I was going to be with tons of college boys!
I left work around ten that night and sped to Zach’s house. It was out in the
boonies, way out of city limits. It was a fairly large house, two stories and
a huge front porch. The music was super loud and hit me in the face when I
walked inside. Everyone was drinking beer and smoking. There were some college
girls, which intimidated me a little because no one wants to hang out with a
stupid 17 year old, but there were more guys than girls, and most of them
were totally hott! Zach and I weren’t officially dating... we were just
friends with benefits. And NO, I never did, nor would I do, anything with
Zach like Ana did with Matt. We just liked to cuddle under the stars and tell
secrets to each other and make out sometimes... I know, pathetic. I wanted to
claim him as my own, but he wasn’t looking for a relationship. So we left it
like that.
“Bri!” he yelled and tackled me in a hug. “I’m so glad you came! Let me
introduce you to everyone!” In a matter of seconds I knew nearly everyone in
his house, though I couldn’t tell you anyone’s names if it’d save my life.
We sat down on the couch for a little while, his arm around me, watching some
drunk morons making up games. They were trying to balance things on their
heads and it wasn’t working out too well. “Hey, want something to drink?” Zach
asked, plastic cup in hand and standing from his spot next to me.
“Uh, sure!” I said. I had no idea what he was going to get me, but I didn’t
care... as long as it was something and I’d be sober enough to drive home.
He came back in a matter of seconds with a second plastic cup. “It’s a
screwdriver...” he told me, as if I didn’t know my alcohol.
I rolled my eyes. “I know what a screwdriver is,” I muttered. I didn’t
mention the fact that the thought of alcohol and orange juice made me sick,
but I took a sip anyway, and you know what? It was good! I drank it like it
was just a glass of orange juice.
I drank another screwdriver before 11:30 hit and I decided it was time to go
home. I was slightly buzzed, I guessed, because it was really hot in the room
and I found things much more funny than usual. Zach walked me out to the car.
“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t want to, with what happened to Ana and
all. But I’m glad you came.” He smiled and kissed me. A drunken kiss... how
interesting. It reminded me of that stupid party for soccer where all the
guys were drunk.
“I’m glad I came,” I said back, kissing him ever so slightly, but enjoying
the moment while it lasted. “I better get going,” I finally said, making a
mental note that I needed to get gum before I went home so Terrence wouldn’t
smell the alcohol.
“Right. Goodnight, Bri. Drive safely.”
“Thanks.” I opened my cardoor and sped away in the darkness, my radio turned
up high and a grin on my face. I hated that the summer was nearly over, but
it had been so great, I wouldn’t change anything. Well, at that time I wouldn’t
have changed anything.
I had driven about ten minutes before I found a gas station. I was about five
minutes from my house and I knew that there was nowhere else to stop before I’d
get home. It was still the middle of nowhere. Louisiana is mostly the middle
of nowhere.
I stumbled inside and found a pack of IceBreakers mints. Yum. I loved those
things. I was looking through the candy aisle, attempting to find some kind
of chocolate, because I was craving like crazy, when I heard a familiar
voice. I looked up to see Terrence standing in line. “Oh, shit,” I muttered,
trying to rack my brain for ideas of what to do. What the hell could I do? I
could hide and pray he wouldn’t see me, or I could put the mints back and
bolt out the doorway. And what did I do? I stood there like a bump on a log. And
Terrence saw me.
“Hey, Bri...” he said, a suspicious look on his face. “What’re you doing
here?”
I shrugged.
“You look flushed.”
I shrugged again.
“What are you getting?” he asked.
“Mints,” I muttered, shoving them in his hand.
He blinked. “Bri... have you been...?” He didn’t even finish his question,
just took the mints, put them back where they were supposed to go, and
grabbed my wrist to drag me out of the store. “Have you been drinking? And
don’t lie to me ‘cause that’ll make it worse.”
How the hell did he know??
“I only drank a little,” I said defensively, trying to save my ass. Yeah
right.
“A little! You’re flushed, your words are slurred, and your breath smells
like vodka to no end! I thought you were just going to Steph’s house for a
little while after work?”
“Uhmmmm....”
“You went to that guy’s house, didn’t you?” He was fuming. Hands on hips,
towering over me, glaring at me... oh geeze. My stomach was turning flips and
I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there stupidly. “Answer me, Brianna Nicole!”
“Yes, I
did.”
“And you drove all the way here? After drinking?”
I stared at the ground, admiring the cracks in the pavement.
He must have taken my silence as a yes because he said nothing, just grabbed
my upper arm and dragged me to my car, opening the back door, sitting down,
then pulling me over his lap, and shutting the back door. That’s when it
clicked in. “Hey! Wait! You can’t spank me here!” I yelped.
SMACK! “Wanna bet?” he answered, spanking my khaki-clad bottom as hard as he
could. And believe me, though it wasn’t bare bottom, it still hurt like hell.
“Ow! Hey! This isn’t cool!”
“It’s not cool that you drank and drove either, Brianna Nicole Carter.”
Hearing him call me by my full name made my stomach turn flips inside of me. I
groaned as the spanking continued, knowing that there was nothing I could do.
He just kept raining down hard smacks and I refrained from squirming and
kicking too much, for fear that I’d kick the car window and break it or
something. Maybe that’s why he chose my car instead of his. No way was I
going to kick my car window.
“Owwwwwieee, Terrence. I’ve learned my lesson!” I pleaded, wishing he’d stop.
But he kept spanking, a steady rhythm. “Not enough.”
I hung onto the door handle and wished that khakies weren’t so thin. I should
have changed into jeans while I was at Zach’s house. Then it wouldn’t hurt so
badly.
“Brianna Nicole, on our way home, I want you to sit on this sore bottom and
think about what you’ve done, do you understand me?”
“Yessir!” I cried.
“Good!” He finished up the spanking with three VERY HARD smacks, then lifted
me up. I wasn’t crying, but very close to it. He sat me down in the back seat
next to him, then opened the door, and dragged me outside. “Go ahead and say
goodbye to your car, because you aren’t driving for a long time.”
I whined. “But I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t do it again!”
He ignored me and dragged me out of the car, then locked the doors. As he
walked me to his own car, I couldn’t help but look pathetically at my car and
tell him bye. To myself of course. I knew how much what I’d done had
disappointed Terrence. I knew that Terrence wouldn’t let me see my car for a
long time. And I also knew that my spanking was far from over.
The ride home was silent. Terrence still upset over what I’d done, I actually
thinking about what I’d done because my bottom was throbbing. I was also
thinking about how much more it’d hurt, and how the next day at work, I’d
have trouble moving around and squatting. That always happens when I get a
really bad spanking... my sit spots hurt so much that I can’t move.
He pulled into the driveway. I looked at him, but he didn’t look back at me,
just opened the car door and went inside, I following him, heart pounding,
stomach gone by this time.
“Sit down,” he ordered, upon arriving in the doorway.
I did as I was told, though it wasn’t as I imagined. I imagined him sitting
and ordering me over his lap.
“Brianna...” it scared me when he called me that. “You can’t even begin to
imagine how upset I am right now. What the hell were you thinking? I don’t
care if you drank a sip of beer or a tall glass of whiskey, you do NOT drink
and drive, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir.”
“I know you know that drinking is wrong, and I know that you lied to me about
where you were going, but I’d rather you call me and let me know that you
drank some and you don’t want to drive home than end up dead in a ditch
somewhere.”
I nodded, averting my eyes from his gaze. He was super upset at me and
everytime I looked him in the eyes, my heart stopped from feeling so guilty.
“And I know you’re probably scared that you’d get in trouble, but believe me,
no trouble is as much as you’d get in drinking and driving. And I’d be proud
of you for acting responsibly. Okay?”
“Yes sir,” I said, still staring at the carpet.
“Brianna,” he began, sitting down next to me and moving my chin towards him
so I’d stop looking at the carpet and see the worry in his face instead, “I
love you so much.” A tear slipped down my cheek, mostly because I knew he was
about to cry. “Did I ever tell you about my ex girlfriend, Joanna?”
I shook my head.
“When I was about your age, maybe a little younger, Joanna was my girlfriend.
She was a great girl, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She was
always happy. Always saw the bright side of things. Helped me out when I was
mad at Mom and Dad. And one day she went with some of her friends somewhere,
to something in Dallas, and her friend was driving, after having drunk a
little too much. And I don’t know... I guess they thought they could beat the
train or something... but Joanna was sitting in the passenger’s seat and the
train hit her side at full impact and she died instantly.” He paused, holding
back tears, and this time, he wasn’t looking at me. “Brianna, anything could
have happened to you tonight. You could have killed someone, or yourself, or
gotten arrested... What if you had gotten into a wreck? What if the person in
the other car had a baby who died? How would you feel then? You’d spend the
rest of your life in jail for some stupid mistake...” He paused again,
looking back up at me, tears in his eyes. “I love you so much. I care about
you... I don’t want to see you hurt. I don’t want something like this to
happen to you. Just call me, okay? Calling me is better than this happening. Or
call anyone. Just don’t do this, okay?”
I nodded, wiping some tears away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, because I was
unable to talk.
“I know, baby,” he said, hugging me.
I fell into his hug and automatically broke down like a baby. All these
things flooded me... all these emotions. Angry at Joanna’s friend for trying
to beat that damn train, sad because of what happened to her, fear that
something would happen to me, sorry because Terrence felt so horrible. I
wondered what it’d have been like if Joanna wouldn’t have let her friend
drive. Would she still be alive right now? Would she be dating my older
brother? And that’s when I realized that I did remember Joanna. I must have
been eight or nine, but I remembered her coming to the house, always smiling,
being polite to my parents, and hugging me all the time, never treating me
like a kid. She invited me to her birthday party... And just putting a face
with the story Terrence had told me... it made me bawl even more. And I
remembered how he’d come home one day and my parents had told me to go to my
room, and next thing I knew, Terrence had gone to his room and cried, and I
had tried to comfort him, but he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. How come
all of these memories had been locked away for so long? My brother had
already lost his first love, and his parents... and now he’d been taken back
to that time. And it was all my fault.
“I’m so so sorry,” I cried, hanging onto him for dear life. “I’ll never do it
again. I promise!”
“Shhhhh, Bri... it’s okay sweetie,” he said, rubbing my back. “Don’t make
yourself sick from crying too much.” He pulled away for a second and wiped
some tears away. “Are you ready for bed?”
For bed? Not in my condition! I felt like someone was stabbing me in the
stomach with a knife! The guilt was overwhelming! I couldn’t sleep if I’d
been up for 90 hours straight. “A-are you going to spank me?” I muttered.
“Do you think you deserve it?”
I nodded. I didn’t want it, but I did deserve it. I’d lied to my brother,
drank and drove, and hurt him more than I could ever imagine. “I feel
horrible.”
“I understand,” he said. “Go get the paddle.”
I stood on my shakey legs and hobbled over towards his room. The paddle? Did
it have to be that? I was *terrified* of that damn paddle!
I kept reminding myself as I walked to his room that I deserved this
spanking. That I’d let him down. That I’d done something totally and
completely dangerous and I could have gotten killed. It helped only a little.
I feared that damn paddle more than anything.
I handed him the large wooden object and wiped a tear away. “Brianna... it’s
never okay to do what you did today. There’s always a better solution. Okay?”
“Yes sir.”
He proceeded to unfasten my khakies and let them slide to the floor, then
guided me over his lap. I felt him tug my panties down to my knees. “I guess
you understand why you deserve this?”
“Yes sir.”
“Tell me.”
“Because I lied to you, and because I drank, and because I drove, and I
disappointed you, and what I did was totally and completely stupid.”
He rubbed my back a little. “You’re a good kid, Brianna,” he told me. “Just
next time, make a wiser choice.” And with that, he lifted his right hand
where it’d been resting on my bum, and crashed it down on my still pink
bottom from the previous spanking, and crashed it down again, and again, and
twenty times, then forty, and finally, I lost count, and kicked and cried and
wiggled because I knew my bottom was no longer pink, but red. And Terrence
wasn’t scolding, just spanking. And that made me feel worse.
After having done a thorough job with the hand spanking, I knew that it wasn’t
over. I knew the paddle was yet to come. “Okay, Brianna. I’m going to give
you fifty smacks with the paddle. No reaching back, okay?”
I groaned, still crying. “Fifty??”
“Yes, fifty. Even you agree that what you did tonight was totally stupid, and
I don’t think you’ve received enough punishment.”
“O-okay,” I muttered. I held onto the couch
cushion to brace myself, because it looked as if he wasn’t going to lean me
over the couch. I have to say that I was glad of that, simply because being
over his lap was a more comforting position than over the couch. I knew that
he loved me, whereas, bending over the couch made me feel useless and
unloved, even though I knew that was never the case.
WHACK!!!
I felt the first blow and knew I couldn’t take forty-nine more of these
without reaching back to try and provide some protection. I yelped loudly. “AHHHHHHOWWWW
Terrence! Owwwwieesss!” I cried, arms and legs flailing. “P-please...” I
muttered, but couldn’t finish my sentence, so I just put my hands behind my
back, hoping that he’d know that I wanted him to hold onto them. And he did. Brothers
always seem to know what their little sister is thinking.
He landed the next nine blows one right after another, concentrating mostly
on the sit-spots. I yelped with every one of them, even wanted to reach back
and block him from coming down so hard on my rear, but his grip on my hands
was super tight. He took a slight break after the first ten swats. A much
needed break for me. I needed to regain myself, I was crying so hard. It wasn’t
a long enough break, though, and he crashed the next ten down on me, causing
me to struggle to free from all of this pain he was inflicting upon me, and I
tried to remember Joanna and her smiling face, and that’s why he was spanking
me, cause he cared and didn’t want me to end up dead or in jail, but it only
helped for a couple of minutes.
“I’m going to lay the last thirty on without a break,” he told me. “You will
never drink and drive again, Brianna,” he said, and I know he meant it morely
as a question, but seeing as I couldn’t speak, only cry, he didn’t push it. “And
I don’t appreciate you lying to me, because that breaks my trust. And you’re
too young to drink. You still have four more years before it’s legal.” And
with that, he applied the last thirty and I howled and yelped and kicked and
screamed like you wouldn’t believe. That damn paddle hurts!!! I buried my
head into the couch and cried and cried and cried, just letting him deliver
the last spanks, too exhausted to do anything more than cry. And when he
finished, I didn’t even notice, because all I could think about was how much
I’d let down my brother, and how stupid what I’d done was, and how my bottom
was throbbing like crazy. I didn’t even realize he’d stopped until he lifted
me and latched onto me in a hug, rubbing my back and trying to soothe me. “Shhhhh,
Bri... it’s okay now. All over. I’m finished. I love you. You’re the best
sister ever. I love you so much. Shhhhhhh, calm down, baby. You’re forgiven.
You’re a great kid. Oh man, I love you so much,” he kept repeating, wanting
to make sure I knew how much he loved me. It was a comforting thought, I must
say. But I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time. That’s how
much my bottom hurt. But at least the guilty feeling was dissolving. Terrence
still loved me.
We stayed in that position, muttering the same words to each other, for about
an hour it seemed. Until my crying died down enough for me to fall asleep in
his arms. I didn’t feel him carry me into my room, didn’t feel him tuck me
into bed, or kiss my forehead, but I know that’s what he did, because he
really did love me that much.
The next morning I called Anastasia and told her what’d happened. I made her
swear to me that she’d never drink and drive, and that she’d never let any of
her friends do it. And she did, not just because it’d make me happy, but
because I think she was scared of what might happen, too.
The End
Author’s note: I remember being seventeen very well... I guess that was
because it wasn’t that long ago, LoL. I know how strong the temptation is to
drink. My friend just got her own apartment with a guy who is actually able
to drink, and while I’m only 18 and I can’t buy any, sometimes I go over to
her house just to drink. Anyway, it’s really hard sometimes to go over there
when I know I have to go to work or home afterwards... I know that I’m going
to want to drink, but I know I can’t drink and drive. Anyway, I know many of
you actually know someone who has died from a stupid person who did something
like that. I, fortuantely, don’t. We had an assembly at school before prom
put on by this program called MADD, mothers against drunk driving. They told
a story about a little boy and his brother who were playing outside, and the
ball rolled into the street, and the little boy went out to get the ball and
was killed by a drunk driver. And his brother, who was, I guess, about five
at this time, went the longest time without talking. They took him to a
therapist and she got him to draw a picture and he drew a man behind bars. And
the lady said, it’s okay, the man is in jail now. And the kid said, no that’s
me, I shouldn’t have let my brother go out there and get the ball. Wow...
this story made me cry, literally. I hardly ever cry. I know that I don’t
want to be the person who made this kid feel so horrible and guilty. And I
don’t want any of you to be that person either. So if anyone EVER drinks and
drives, I will come up there and find you and kick your ass. Got it? Hope you
enjoyed the story and maybe learned something from it. Thanks! Breanna
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