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I was ecstatic.
Not only was I visiting my old city that I used to live in, but I was also
allowed to hang out with some friends who were throwing a smashing party. Of
course, Kevin didn’t know about the smashing party. But he had indeed agreed
to let me hang out with my friend, Hannah. I was so ecstatic that it only
took me about 15 minutes to get ready and run out of the hotel room waving
goodbye to the guys that were already like my family. Here I was, 15 years
old, not a worry in the world. My parents had died and I was an orphan for a
while, that is, until I met Kevin and he said he wanted to take me in. Which
was probably the best moment of my life. So he adopted me, and I hung out
with him and his best friends, the guys he was in a band with. Those were the
best days of my life, going on tour with them, just hanging out and being one
big family. I enjoyed having a family for once.
Anyway, as I was saying, I skipped out of the hotel and nearly ran straight
into Hannah. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed, tackling me in a hug.
“No, not quite, but close enough,” I smirked.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she exclaimed as she hugged me tighter.
“I know, I know. Loosen up, will ya? You’re going to suffocate me before we
even leave the building.”
She blushed a little bit but let go. “I’m so happy to see you again, Ash. Are
you ready for the party tonight?”
“You know it,” I said, grinning. She half-dragged me out of the very
expensive hotel lobby, as the lady at the front desk told us goodbye and we
grinned telling her bye as well.
“This hotel is grand,” Hannah said, jamming the key into her ignition.
“It’s cool having a rich guardian.”
“I bet.” I grinned widely as we drove into the sunset, arriving at Brett’s
house before we knew it. “We’re here,” Hannah said. She smiled and opened her
car door and I followed her inside the cozy house. I was hit by loud music,
some kind of death metal stuff that I didn’t really listen to, or like for
that matter. Brett met us at the entranceway.
“Ah, well hello,” he said extending his hand towards us. He wore super baggy
jeans and a T shirt that had a weird Satanic picture on it and a band’s name
that I had never heard of, but he was definitely very sexy. I shook his hand
and blushed furiously cause he was so freakin’ hott.
“Brett, this is my friend, Ashley.”
“Heya, Ashley.”
“Hi,” I said, blushing a little more. We made our way inside the house. It
wasn’t nothing compared to the house I lived in, but it was comfortable. Not
too big, not too small, plenty of people were inside, most of them just
talking, a few smoking, nearly everyone drinking. I declined every drink that
was offered to me, not too keen on the idea of getting drunk off my ass and
being dragged home.
The party was still going full blast whenever Hannah came up to me next to a
few other super hott guys. “Hey,” one of them said, slipping an arm around my
waiste.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hey, Ash,” Hannah said, “we’re going to go down to the parkway, where they
have all the drag races and stuff. Wanna come with us? We’re coming back by
here later, so if you wanna stay, you can.”
I grinned. Me? Decline on an offer to hang out with sexy guys and my best
friends? Hah, yeah right. “Hell yeah I wanna go,” I said, even though I was
having a good time talking with some old friends and meeting new ones.
Hannah just smiled and the guy whose hand was around my waiste led me out of
the door and outside where the music wasn’t as loud. “I’m Chase, by the way,”
he said.
“Oh, yeah. I’m Ashley.”
I piled up in Hannah’s car with Chase and one of his friends, and the other
guys, two of them, and another girl piled up in another car. We blared music
the entire way there, good stuff this time, and talked loudly over it, but
basically just sang along, Hannah and me being the only sober people in
there.
Whenever we got to the parkway, I didn’t even know that’s where we were. I
don’t know what I was expecting. Drag racing was illegal, it wasn’t like they
were going to have checkered flags and a starting line and people sitting in
stands rooting for their favorite car. And of course, nothing like this was
there. In fact, it really just looked like people sitting down on the river
front, talking and having a good time.
We hopped out of Hannah’s car. “We’re here?” I asked, looking around at the
empty highway in front of me, and the people sitting on the grass gazing at
two cars that were on the highway, a yellow one and a blue one. I didn’t
know, nor care, what type of cars they were. Finally they sped by me, the
yellow one in the front, the blue one trailing until it was almost the end, a
few miles down the highway. There were yells and screams from the crowd and
some other people who were closer by the riverfront began cheering too.
“Hannahhhhh,” a drunken voice said then fell onto Hannah in a hug.
“Hey, baby,” she said, patting the boy on the head. “How are ya?”
“Drunk,” he replied then stood up and grinned. “How are you?”
“I’m great. Guys,” she called to the group of people as we walked towards
them, “this is my friend Ashley. I know some of you remember her...”
“Ashleyyyyyyy,” the drunk boy said then fell onto me in a hug.
“Uhm, hi,” I said nervously. I was about to say something, but was
interrupted by voices approaching us.
“My car can kick your ass, dude.”
“No way, man, my car definitely is better.”
“Nope.”
“Yep.”
They stopped instantly as they arrived to us. “John says that he can beat me.
Wanna take bets on it?”
Everyone started an instant chatter, looking around at the cars and telling
which ones would win. Everyone put five dollars down on their choice of car,
and some people put ten down. I, on the other hand, just stood there and
watched.
“Have a drink?” the drunk boy said, shoving a sprite in my hand. It was
against my better judgement, but I figured, what the hell. Hannah is the
designated driver, I might as well. So I gratefully accepted the drink and
took a huge gulp, which was the first mistake, seeing as it wasn’t sprite at
all.
“Jesus Christ, what is this shit?”
“Smirnoff,” he smirked. “Yummy?”
I took another sip then grinned, pleased with myself. “Very yummy.”
I watched as the next two cars lined up and sped down the highway, the guy
whose name was John actually winning, though most of the people betted
against him. He seemed pleased with himself and so did his fans.
“... don’t you race, Hannah?” John asked.
“Why WOULD I race?”
“She knows her car wouldn’t do worth a shit,” someone says.
“Sure it would,” Hannah defended. “I just don’t feel like racing, that’s
all.”
The guy shrugged. “Whatever.”
She kind of blushed a little and looked at me for some moral support. I drank
the last sip of my drink and then said, “I’ll do it. That is, if Hannah
doesn’t mind...”
Hannah smiled a bit, and blushed some more, obviously debating in her head on
whether or not to let me drive her car. After all, I was underage, I only had
a learner’s permit. I could probably have used some more practice, but it was
better than those guys hassling her about it. Besides, I’m sure her car could
race perfectly fine. I knew Hannah wouldn’t race it, though, cause she’d be a
nervous wreck. She had always been like that.
“I’ll race you then,” the jerk guy who had said that Hannah was too chicken
said.
I looked back at Hannah. “Fine,” she said, loudly. “She’ll beat you, too.
Cause my car kicks ass!”
I giggled a bit and she threw me the keys. I started up the car, backed out
carefully, looking at the crowd that was already cheering me on. Frankly,
more people liked me than that annoying guy.
I sat at the starting line for a minute, next to him until he started
counting down.
3... 2... 1....
We sped off. I was in the lead. I was winning. He got in front of me for a
minute, but then fell back behind as I was flooring the gas. 80, 90, 100,
105, 110, 115.....
The next thing I noticed was the flashing lights behind me. My speed had
increased to 120 and I looked beside me to see that nothing was there. I
looked in the rearview mirror once more, and the asshole’s car was out of
shit. My body began shaking like crazy and I slowed down, the lights still
flashing behind me. Finally I pulled over and took a deep breath in. I had
almost made it to the finish line...
“License and registration, please,” the officer said in a very unamused
voice.
“Er, officer..” I said, fumbling through my head to make up an excuse. “I...”
“Hand me your license and registration.”
I looked through the glovebox trying to find the registration. I had no idea
what the registration even looked like. “Uhmm... is this it?” I asked,
handing up a sheet of paper.”
“Ma’am, is this your car?”
“Uhmmm, no sir,” I stuttered.
“Whose is it?”
“My friends.”
“Where is your license?”
I searched through my wallet that was in my back pocket and found my
learner’s permit then handed it to him. He peeked at me from over the permit.
“I need you to step out of the car.”
“I... um... please, sir...”
“Now,” he ordered.
Scared half to death, I complied, stepping outside of the car and meeting him
face to face. He was a good 4 inches taller than me, and a bit chubby.
“Where is your friend?” he asked in the same stern voice.
“Uhmmm, back there,” I said, pointing to the group of people where I saw more
sirens.
“Very well. Come with me.” I followed him to the car where we stood for a
moment, he talking to someone on his walkie talkie and scribbling down stuff
on a pad. I was almost to tears being so scared... but maybe they’d let me
off easy. “... minor driving a --” he broke off and looked at me. “Have you
been drinking?” he asked, sniffing the air.
“Erm..” I muttered. “I had a little..” I said, deciding that the truth would
be better in this case. A breathalizer test would insure that I had indeed
been drinking, and I’d get into more trouble that way.
Before he could say more, another police car arrived behind him and a woman
stepped out. She couldn’t have been older than 30, long blonde hair pulled
back in a ponytail.
The male officer finished his sentence, describing the car to the other
person and the woman said, “okay, hands on the car, legs apart.”
I shuttered a little bit as I remembered movies where people had been
molested after an officer told them that. Once again, though, I complied,
hoping that it would help me get off a bit easier. The woman padded me down,
searching in my pockets and things then took my right hand and cuffed it, then
took my left hand and cuffed it, too, and just like that, I was unable to
move my arms at all. She opened the male officer’s back seat and halfway
pushed me inside then slammed the door in my face. The noise from outside
faded, but I could still hear the nervous ringing in my ears. My heart was
still pounding inside my chest and I couldn’t do anything but sit there and
refrain from crying. I had been arrested... Kevin wouldn’t be very pleased if
he had to find out. But maybe they were just going to take me to the hotel
and I wouldn’t have to tell him.
I saw the woman officer drive back past me, the drunk guy and the asshole in
her backseat, both muttering insanely. A pit of guilt settled in my stomach,
making me want to cry more. But before I had the chance, the front door
opened and the officer chunked his notepad inside and plopped himself down in
front of the steering wheel.
“Miss Ashley. 15 years old, drag racing and under the influence of alcohol.
Were you actually trying to kill yourself?”
I said nothing. I felt bad enough as it was, I didn’t need this guy to make
me feel worse.
He slammed his door shut and drove off, leaving Hannah’s car on the side of
the road. “What’re we going to do about my friend’s car?”
“She’s getting the keys back, as she wasn’t drinking or racing.”
I nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble. The officer didn’t speak to me
the entire way there. Instead, we listened to the constant chatter of
policemen on the walkie talkies, having rather interesting conversations I might
say. If I hadn’t have been in so much trouble, they would have been indeed
very amusing.
We arrived to the juvenile detention center at 12:30 in the morning. The
officer opened my back door for me and escorted me inside, finally uncuffing
me and such. I ended up in front of a desk where I was fingerprinted and
photographed. “I need you to call your parent or guardian,” the monotone lady
said then handed me a phone. My hands shook nervously as I dialed Kevin’s
cell phone number, praying that he wouldn’t answer...
“Hello?” she sleepy voice answered. I noticed that it wasn’t Kevin, but
Brian, his friend, instead.
“Hey, Brian,” I tried to say, sounding all cheerful.
“Hey,” he said, still half asleep.
“Is Kevin there?”
“Nope, sure isn’t. He downtown with the other guys.”
“Ohhh,” I said, then figured that since Brian was over 21, he might as well
come and pick me up himself. “Well, think you can come pick me up?”
“Sure thing, kid. Where are ya?” I could hear his voice getting less sleepy
and heard him get off of the bed.
“At the juvenile detention center place,” I said, yawning as if it was
nothing at all.
“What?!?!?”
“Uhmmm,” I mumbled.
“What the hell happened?”
“I uh, kinda got into some trouble. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The phone clicked in my ear and I handed
the woman her phone back then sat down on the chair in front of her desk. I
waited for what seemed like two seconds until Brian appeared behind me, hair
messed up, eyes raging with anger.
“Hello,” the woman said, standing up and shaking his hand.
Brian nodded a hello and sat down next to me.
“Ashley’s gotten into a bit of trouble. Driving without a license, under the
influence of alcohol, speeding...”
Brian glared at me, but I just gave a half smile back.
“Due to her cooperation and age, and the fact that she isn’t even a residence
of this county, we decided to let her off with a warning, this time.”
I sighed heavily. Ahh, relief.
“I do not want to see this again, though,” she said, looking at me. “What you
did was very dangerous. You could have killed yourself or someone else.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” Brian said, “it won’t happen again.”
The woman smiled. “I’m sure it won’t.” She stood as if dismissing us so we
did, too, then she shook our hands and Brian led me out of the door. He said
nothing to me, didn’t seemed angry at all, though his clouded eyes showed me
that he was still pretty upset.
I didn’t speak to him the entire way there, even after we pulled into the
hotel parking lot and walked to the elevators. We finally arrived to our
floor and he led me to his room where he unlocked the door and halfway pushed
me in.
“What?” I said, referring to the fact that he was still pissed at me. “Come
on, Bri, it wasn’t that big of a deal... I just wanna go to my room and get
some sleep.”
“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the bed, blocking the doorway so I could not
get out.
I sighed loudly and plopped myself down on his untidy bed. “What?” I
muttered.
“What in the hell do you think you were doing?!” he asked in a sudden yell.
“Uhmmm,” I said, trying to think of a good excuse in my head. “I was just
driving for a little while... besides...”
“Besides nothing. You don’t have your license yet and you were going 120.
120!”
“That’s not... too... fast.”
“Not too fast? And you were drinking? What the hell were you thinking?”
“Uhmmmm, I was thinking that it would be fun...”
“Fun? Would it be fun if you ended up in a ditch and nobody knew where you
were cause we all thought you were going to your friend’s house? Would it be
fun whenever you killed someone, or even yourself? I don’t see any fun in
this...”
“I didn’t know I would get caught..”
“Is that all your sorry for? Getting caught?”
“Well, I wish I hadn’t been...”
“You’re 15 years old! You can’t go ruining your life by drinking and driving.
You’ll end up dead before you graduate.”
I ignored him and looked off at the wall, that wasn’t very interesting, but
more interesting than looking at Brian who was still furious with me. “Can’t
believe you, Ashley.” He stopped speaking, suddenly, then said, “okay, I’m
going to punish you for this.”
“Que?” I said, Spanish for ‘what?’
“I’m going to punish you. I’ll punish you and whenever you tell Kev, I’ll
tell him that I took care of it, but I don’ t know what time he’s coming home
tonight and I’m not going to just wait, especially with the attitude that
you’re having.”
“What attitude!” I spat out.
“That one,” he said, voice almost calm.
“This is stupid!” I screamed. “I didn’t hurt anyone, didn’t get arrested, I’m
not in jail, you should just get over it!”
“Thank God that none of that happened. But it could have and..”
I sighed loudly then stood up. “No,” I said, looking him straight in the
eyes. “I’m going to my room now where I can sit on my own bed and have a little
bit of fucking peace!” I turned around and tried to storm out of the room,
but Brian caught my arm.
“Don’t you use that tone with me and walk off while I’m talking to you!” he
said. I tried to jerk away from his grip but he pulled me closer to him.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
Surprisingly, he let go. “I won’t have this, Ashley. If you’ll just do what I
tell you, it’ll be much easier and...”
“Much easier my ass,” I said, trying to push past him again, but he stood
right in front of me. I don’t know what I was thinking... but something
inside me told me to... and I pushed him, hard. It didn’t hurt him any,
couldn’t have. He barely moved back, but he moved back enough to give me a
little space and get closer to the door. He grabbed my arm again and I kicked
him in the shin. That did it all.
He gripped me tighter than he had before and dragged me over to the bed where
he sat down. “Young lady, you will NOT push me or kick me ever again!” he
said, still holding me with his right hand and moving towards my pants with
his left.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said in almost a whisper, already knowing
what he was about to do...
“And you will not use that type of language with me either. You are acting
very childish, Ashley. And you need to stop.” His left hand landed on the
button of my pants and he unbuttoned them.
“No!” I said, trying to pull away again. That didn’t stop him any, he just
kept at what he was doing and soon enough, my pants fell to the floor and i
stood in front of one of my best friends in only my t-shirt and panties,
trying to wiggle free from his grip.
“Stop it,” he said sternly. The next thing he did was totally unexpected...
he yanked me over his lap and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“What are you doing? You can’t do this! I’m 15! That’s too old!” I protested,
having never been spanked before in my life.
“If you really were 15, you would act like it!” he said then landed a sharp
smack in the center of my bottom.
“Owwwwww!” I whined. It hurt way much more than I had every thought it
would...
He gave me five hard smacks on my right cheek, not even giving me time to
breathe between each one. “Ow!” I exclaimed after every smack. Then he landed
five more on my left cheek, causing me to yelp in pain.
“Owwwwwwww,” I whined, louder now. “Stopppppp,” I said, kicking my legs
again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Ashley, you know better than to drive without your license.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drink.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you know better than to drag race like that.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“And you will NEVER hit me like that again, understand me?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
“Owwwwwww,” I still whined after each smack, now begging him as I felt my
bottom getting warmer and warmer...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!!
He lay his hand down on my bottom for a moment, giving me a bit of a break.
It hurt like crazy, but I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t do that...
He stood me up and allowed me to pull my pants and panties back up. “You’ll
stay in here until Kevin gets back,” he ordered, and from the previous
experience I decided not to tell him what I was thinking but instead I huffed
loudly and folded my arms.
I debated in my mind on whether or not to sit down on the bed. My bottom
still stung like crazy, and whenever I had tried to rub the sting out, to no
avail cause it still stung like crazy, I felt how hot my bottom was, and knew
for sure that it would probably hurt more whenever I sat down. I had never
been spanked before... and believe me, it hurt way more than I had always
thought it would.
TO BE
CONTINUED!
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