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Of course, I
didn’t have to debate long on whether or not to sit down, because moments
later I heard a knock out the door and Brian walked over to get it. “Ah,
hello...”
“Hey,” I heard the familiar voice say. I got my hopes up, seeing that it was
Kevin, and knew he would see my side of this... “Have you heard from Ashley?”
“Actually...” Brian said, then turned around to face me, “she’s here. We have
something we need to discuss with you.”
I knew that Kevin now wore a look of confusion as Brian led him into the
room. He saw me standing there, still rubbing my bottom absentmindedly, and
said, “what happened?”
Brian sat down on the bed next to me and Kevin just stood there, towering
over me. The difference in our heighth was definitely noticable now...
I looked at Brian and he looked back at me. Obviously, he wanted me to
explain it. “He hit me!” I spat out, the anger in my body catching up with
me.
“What?” Kevin asked, voice full of confusion.
“He hit me!” I shouted again. “He was mad and he just started hitting me and
it isn’t fair!”
“Why did he hit you?”
I didn’t say anything, just held back my anger.
“Well?”
“Cause I asked him to come pick me up, and he was mad. So he hit me!”
Kevin glanced at Brian, knowing that I wasn’t telling the entire story. “Young
lady,” Kevin said in a threatening voice, “tell me exactly what happened and
no messing around,” he warned. The tone of his voice told me that he wasn’t
on my side.
“I was just having some fun and we got picked up by the cops and I called and
you weren’t home and Brian decided he’d hit me instead.”
“Having fun doing what?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer this. The pit in my stomach had now moved to my throat and
I was truly feeling bad about what I had done, or most likely, about getting
caught. I couldn’t speak or I’d cry... I’d break down and cry like a baby. And
I couldn’t let Brian see that he had won.
“Ashley, what were you doing?” Kevin repeated.
But I still did not answer. He looked over to Brian who had not spoken at
all.
“What was she doing?”
Brian looked at me and seeing that I wasn’t planning on saying it any time
soon he said, “she was racing some kid in someone else’s car while she was
drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk!” I defended.
“And she called me and I had to pick her up from the police station. But
luckily the let her go with a warning because she complied so well. But I
would have never known, the way she acted with me...”
Kevin raised his eyebrows, urging Brian to continue. “And how would that be?”
“Like she was 5 instead of 15. Throwing tantrums, exclaiming that she did
nothing wrong. Using profanity and shoving me out of the way whenever I told
her that I was going to take care of her.”
Kevin nodded. “This true?” he asked me.
I didn’t answer.
“Obviously, Ashley, you haven’t learned your lesson. What’s this attitude you’re
giving me? You’re not usually like this...”
I still said nothing, just waited for him to ground me for a month or
something. “You spanked her?” he asked Brian. I shuddered hearing the word.
Brian nodded.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and tugging me towards the
doorway. “Sorry about this, Bri.” He looked at me to see if I would say
anything, but I refused. There was no way that I was going to apologize to
him.
Kevin dragged me the entire way to my room because I wasn’t into walking on
my own. I was still pissed off about Brian and my bottom hurt like crazy...
We arrived to the room and Kevin plopped me down on the bed. “Explain
yourself,” he said suddenly.
“Uh,” I muttered stupidly. “I um...” I was at a loss of words. “Look, Kev,
Brian’s already lectured me about drinking and driving and how I could kill
myself... please, I’ll do better without another one.”
“Obviously drinking and driving wasn’t the only thing you’ve done that would
deserve a lecture. What are you doing with this attitude?”
I shrugged.
“I am NOT going to let this slide, Ashley,” he said in a warning tone. “I
think that Brian had a good idea to spank you like that. And I don’t think
you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“But I have!” I whined.
“No, you haven’t. Drop your pants,” he ordered, but I did not do so. “Ashley,
I will NOT ask you again, young lady. You are this close to getting it worse,”
he said, holding up his fingers, centimeters apart from one another. I still
did not budge, though.
He hoisted me up from the couch and smacked me solidly three time on the
bottom then proceeded to tell me once more to do as I was told. I just folded
my arms and stood there, unmobile. He gave an exasperated sigh and unbuttoned
my pants for me, even though I didn’t let him do it with my arms folded. I
kicked and yelled for him to stop, trying to push him away. “Ashley, stop!”
he said, then held onto my arms with his left hand and finished doing what he
had started. I felt the button slip through the hole then my zipper sliding
down, and before I knew it, my pants were on the ground.
“Nooooooo!” I whined, still fighting with Kevin.
“Ashley, you better stop acting like this right now,” Kevin scolded. “I won’t
put up with this.”
I stopped fighting a bit and Kevin let go of me for a second, after giving me
a very pissed off look as if saying I better stay right where I was. I
watched him as I heard the sound of his belt buckle unclasp and then slip
through the loops of his jeans.
“Nooooo,” I whined again. “Please, Kev... I’m sorryyyyy.”
It was too late. He had his belt folded over and was lying me across his lap.
“I won’t put up with the way you’re acting, Ashley.” My panties were tugged
down to my knees and I wiggled a little. I felt the nice cool breeze pass my
bottom and silently prayed that Kevin wouldn’t be too hard on me, no matter
how much I deserved it. He said nothing else, just began spanking me with his
hand, pounding my bottom where it already still ached from my spanking from
Brian.
Instantly, I began kicking and pleading for him to stop. “Pleaseeeeeee
stopppppp, I’m sorryyyyyy,” I whined.
“This is just the beginning, young lady,” Kevin replied, still spanking me
with full force.
“Owwwwww,” I whined.
“I told you if you didn’t obey me, you’d get it worse. Maybe next time you’ll
believe me.”
“Owwwwwwwwww, Kevinnnn stopppp pleaseeee,” I whined louder, kicking my legs a
bit and crying like crazy.
He stopped spanking me for a minute and all I could think of was that I wish
that cool breeze was still over my bottom... that’s how much it stung...
“You’re 15 years old, Ashley. You could have hurt yourself or someone else
really badly by what you did tonight. And I am your guardian, and you won’t
disrespect me or Brian or anyone else who has the right to punish you. Got
it?”
I nodded. “Yessss, I’ll be good.. please no more.”
“15 with the belt, then I’ll be finished.”
“Pleaseeeee, I don’t need the belt.”
“Yes you do, sweetheart. I’m sorry I have to do this, but you’ve gotta learn,
okay?”
I cried harder, but I understood him completely.
“I’m only doing this because I love you...”
WHACK!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drink anymore?”
“Noooooo...”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to drive without a license anymore?”
“Noooo, I won’t.. I’m sorryyyyyyyy,” I said, pleading and crying to him
because the belt stung much more than I imagined.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to go 120 miles per hour whenever you do get
your license?”
“Definitely not,” I said through tears.
WHACK WHACK!!!! “Are you going to do what Brian and I tell you to do from now
on, or anyone else from the band?”
“Yesssssssss.”
WHACK WHACK!!!! “How old are you, Ashley?”
“Fifteennnnnn, owwwwwwwwwww...”
“And that’s too young to be drinking, isn’t it?” WHACK WHACK!!!!
“Yesssssss, I’m sorryyyyyy, please no moreeeeee.” I cried like crazy. “I’m
sorry,” I muttered.
“This is the last one, Ashley. You know I’m very disappointed in you. Have
you learned your lesson?”
“Yesssssssss I have, I have..”
WWWHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwwieeeeeee. Owww it hurts, it hurts.” I whined and
kicked and missed hearing the belt hit the floor with a thud.
Kevin scooped me up in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said, rocking me
back and forth, stroking my hair gently. “It’s okay, honey. Shhhh shhh.” I
buried my head into his chest and cried, listening to his soothing voice
console me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“I know. I forgive you, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I said as he kept rocking and singing to me. Lost in his
arms and his singing, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, my bottom still
aching like crazy, but my conscience feeling much better. I had no intentions
to ever again speak to Kevin or Brian the way I had... and the next day I
would definitely apologize to Brian.
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