Brianna & Terrence

Sophomore Year

2. “Skipping Again”

“What exactly do you think you're doing, Miss Carter?” The voice behind me sent a shudder through my body. It definitely didn't sound very pleased to see me out of my sixth period class behind the T-buildings near the parking lot.

“Er,” I muttered. “I have a hall pass?” I said, turning around to see the security guard behind me. I didn't want to know how she knew my name...

“Mmmhmmm. I see. Where is this mysterious hall pass that you possess.”

I dug in my pocket to find a small sheet of paper that my teacher had given me weeks ago with no date or time or place on it, just her signature.

The security guard held the tiny piece of paper in her hands. “Where are you supossed to be?” she asked.

“I was heading towards Miss Smith's room to talk to her about a test.”

“And that would explain why you are sitting out here? Come with me,” she said sternly.

I mentally gulped as I followed her to the office, praying that I could get off easily. Maybe just an after school detention or something. I knew if Terrence found out he wouldn't be happy. After all, it wasn't the first time I had skipped school and I knew that there was a silent promise that if I skipped again, I woudn't be happy either.

We arrived to the assistant principal's office in a matter of minutes and the security guard explained the situation to him. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I didn't like the direction this was heading.

Mr. Vaughn thanked the woman and asked me to have a seat and I did so.

I shifted uncomfortably. “Does you're teacher know that you're at school?” he asked.

I figured telling the truth would help me out in the long run. “Er, no,” I stammered.

He nodded. “When did she write you this pass?”

“Last week.”

He nodded again. He did not speak for a few minutes, only stared at me with a look of disappointment. We were on fairly close terms.  After the cheating incident, we spoke to each other in the hallways, and even at lunch we carried on a conversation. That's why I hoped he'd let me off fairly easy... “Can you make after school detention tomorrow?” he asked.

I nodded, surpressing a smile.

He nodded back at me and turned to the computer that sat beside him.  He began punching at the keys until the paper was all finished. He did a spell check, to my surprise of course, I figured that teachers/principals didn't need spell checks and stuff, and then he printed out the paper and handed it to me. “Get Terrence to sign this tonight, bring it back tomorrow afternoon for your detention.  This is a serious offense, Brianna. I don't want this to happen again.”

I nodded.

“And don't think about forging that because if it looks like you did I'll call him...”

He msut have been reading my mind. I smiled a bit and said, “yes sir.”

I was dismissed from his office whenever the bell rang and I met up with my ride home asking them if they minded staying a little late for my detention the next day. She punched me playfully and said she didn't mind but wanted to know details.

I figured Terrence would want details, too. That's why I waited until after dinner and after it had settled and while we were watching tv to casually ask him to sign it. “Oh,” I said, as if I was giving him something trivial, a note about a new policy or something, “can you sign this?”

I handed him the paper and he looked at it for a moment, then changed the look on his face. He read the entire thing then looked at me. “Explain this note to me, Brianna, cause to me it sounds like you have detention for skipping class and I know that can't be right cause we've already had a discussion about you doing stuff like that...”

“Err, well, see... I um, yeah. I skipped sixth period. But it's only gym class and we weren't doing anything anyway so I didn't miss much!” I added quickly, hoping that it'd change his mind about things. Hah, yeah right.

He gave me *that look*. I tried to smile big and pretend like it was no big deal, but that worked for a whole two seconds. “What am I

going to do with you,” he bellowed. “This isn't the first time you've skipped before. In fact, I'm sure that you've skipped more times than I know about...”

“I'm sure you skipped class plenty of times,” I said, trying to avert the subject.

“Yeah, and whenever I was caught I got my ass torn up.”

That stopped me. “Well, then you know you would have done fine with just a good talking to and...”

“I think a good spanking is what's in line for you, young lady,” he said. There it was, I was defeated.

“But Terrence... please... I learned my lesson and I won't do it again.”

“I'm going to make sure that you hear the lesson loud and clear,” he said. He sounded so corny, and I was sure he knew it, too. He was just trying to scare me more and more and make the situation more real...

“Can't I be grounded? That's what happens to all the other people my age...”

“Great for them. You ask me every time if you can be grounded and I give you the same answer every time. Now go to your room and stand in the corner with your pants and panties already down.”

“Terrence... please can't I just...”

“NOW!” he bellowed, causing me to shudder.

“Yessir,” I said quickly, standing up and practically running out of the room, getting a hard swat on the bottom on my way there. I entered my small room with fear still running through my body. Sure, I'd been spanked many times, but for some reason, my knees were shaking and my palms sweating. I really didn't want to be spanked.  I was nearly 16 years old for Christ's sakes...

But, I couldn't stop the fact that he was going to spank me whether I complied or not. And it'd be easier on me if I complied. So I

unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, then let them fall to the floor. I stepped out, my legs still shaking. I looked at the wall, almost to tears already. Then I tugged my panties down and stepped out of them as well. It was never like that before. Every other time he'd tell me to pull my pants down and he'd wait til I was over his knee to pull my panties down...

I put my nose in the corner, blushing. I felt so young... so stupid. I felt like I was five years old again. I stood still for a few minutes, then got antsy from all the waiting. I whined a little to myself and moved around a little bit, twiddling my thumbs and admiring the cool breeze that my bottom would have for now. I nearly jumped three feet into the air whenever I heard the door open. I turned around to see Terrence standing there.

“Nose back in that corner young lady!” he said sternly and I immediately assumed the position. Not only did I feel like I was five, I also felt like I was in the military! This was so humiliating. “Next time you decide to skip class I want you to remember this, do you understand me?”

I nodded.

“I expect a yes sir out of you, Young Lady.”

I didn't like the way he was calling me young lady. I blushed and said, “yes, sir.”

“That's better. Come here.”

I blushed more and turned around and walked towards my brother, praying that my shirt was long enough to where he couldn't see anything. Of course, I knew he wasn't looking, but it was embarassing to think that he could see anything. I blushed deeper.

The look on his face was that of satisfaction. “Bend over and touch your toes,” he said sternly. I wanted to cry. This person seemed nothing like my brother who usually just spanked me and scolded me.  I was sure being over his knee, or lying over my bed, would be a much better place to be than in the middle of the floor bent over and touching my toes. Things were so much different that way. If he popped me too hard, I'd probably let go of my toes, and then what? “Now, young lady!” he said, popping me on the bottom with his hand and gathering my attention back to him.

“Owww,” I whined.

“Oh, trust me, this is going to hurt a lot more than that just did.”

I gulped unconsciously and bent over, trying to touch my toes, but unable to reach that far down. Whenever I looked back up at him, he just kind of gave me a look as if saying that I had to do whatever it took to reach my toes. I let out a soft whine, knowing where this was leading to. Practically more embarassment. I spread my feet apart a little bit and grabbed my toes, still managing to be in a lot of pain from not stretching too much.

“This is why you need to be in gym,” he said, and I could tell that he was either grinning or trying not to.

I spread my feet a little farther apart until finally, I wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't straining.

I stared at the floor still embarassed, my face more flushed than ever.

“If you ever and I mean EVER skip class again, Young Lady, I will blister your behind so badly that you won't be able to sit down for a week, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

WHACK!!!!!!!

The first whack hit me with full impact and I knew that it was Terrence's paddle. I let out a loud cry, but he didn't let up with the intensity of it. He kept spanking me and it seemed as if he spanked harder and harder as the time progressed.

By the time he finished, I was crying full-out. The tears were streaming down my face and I was grabbing onto my ankles for dear life so I wouldn't move my hands. My bottom was almost numb and it ached so badly and I was embarassed and I knew that I had let him down so much. I cried harder and harder and he set the paddle down then told me abruptly, “go stand in the corner, your hands on your head, and I don't want you to so much as move your nose from where it's supossed to be.”

I nodded weakly and hobbled over to the corner, my hands on my head and my bottom throbbing with every step. I stood in the corner, wanting to rub the sting out but knowing better than to do so. I still cried for the most part, and finally the crying died down and I was just sniffling. The sting was gradually going away, but I knew whenever Terrence said next time I wouldn't be sitting for a while, I probably wouldn't enjoy sitting for the rest of the day, and probably the next day in detention. I could only imagine what would happen if I skipped again, and it was something I didn't care to imagine. So I didn't, I just waited for this to be over, hoping that he would comfort me and hold me soon.

I could only hope though. “Brianna, come here,” he called sternly, and I turned around to see him sitting on the bed. I wanted to cry again because that was whenever I realized that my spanking wasn't over. I kind of whined a little more, and had to sniffle more because I was still crying a little. But I did as I was ordered and hobbled over to Terrence, wincing with each step as my bottom still hurt lots.

I stood next to him for a moment and looked down at him while his eyes still expressed disappointment. “Why would you do something like that and expect not to get caught, Brianna?”

“I.. I don't know..” I muttered, wiping tears from my eyes and sniffling.

“I thought you knew better than that. No, I know you knew better than that.”

“I did,” I said, my lip quivering and more tears falling down my face.

“You're such a good kid. I can't believe that you would do something so stupid.” I just stood there, trying not to let the words hit my stomach like they were. “I hope you learn your lesson this time,” he said and guided me over his lap. “I'm so disappointed in you.” He positioned me over his lap to where my hands touched the floor and my feet didn't. I stayed like that for a minute, letting everything sink in, and I'm sure that was the purpose of him keeping me there for that time. My bottom was tingling as it knew what was coming up, and definitely wasn't looking forward to it...

The first spank caught me by surprise. It was hard and fast, and followed by plenty of other smacks. He didn't let up at all, didn't pause inbetween smacks, just kept going at the rapid pace until I was once again, bawling like a baby and kicking and pleading. I finally was too worn out to go on any further and I just lay limply over his lap, tears streaming down my face one after another and falling to the floor. My bottom was on fire all over, even the “sit spots” which probably hurt most of all because they were so tender. I cried and cried and cried until my older brother scooped me into his arms and rocked me back and forth, stroking my hair and telling me that everything would be all right and that I was still the greatest sister in the world and that he loved and cared about me so much. We sat like that for a few minutes, maybe even an hour, until I was all cried out and my sniffling even died down. He lifted me up and hugged me tightly then told me to go onto bed and he'd see me in the morning.

Needless to say, that night I slept on my stomach, and the next afternoon in detention, I vowed to myself never to skip class again. =)