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“Look,” my
friend said, showing me three IDs in her hand. I looked closely, seeing one
in which my picture was placed and a fake named was next to it.
“What’s this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.
“It’s a fake ID, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I got one for me, you,
and Amber. I figure we can sneak into the club tonight and nobody’ll find
out.”
“But I have to work..” I said, not exactly wanting to try to sneak into any
club. I really am a good kid, no matter what anyone says. As a 17 year old, I
have only drank once or twice, never smoked, not that I cared to, and I didn’t
do any drugs. I was a good kid.
“That’s why we’re going after work. Come on, Jenn.. Just go with us, please? It’ll
be more fun with you.”
“I highly doubt that,” I said. “You know how much I have anxiety. I just don’t
think this is a good idea.”
“Come onnn,” she begged. “Please come with us. It’ll be fine. Nobody will
catch us or anything. Besides, these look real, don’t they?”
I looked over the ID again.
Chelsea Nicole Williamson Birthdate: 2/24/84
Maybe I could pass for being 19. I didn’t know though. “Do I honestly look
19?”
“They’ll never know the difference. I’ll pick you up after work. We can leave
your car there. Tell your mom you’re staying the night with me.”
I sighed as she walked off. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was antsy for
school to end. That’s how all Fridays are. That night, one of my favorite
bands was playing at a local club downtown at midnight. I wanted so badly to
go, but I didn’t honestly think that Hillary would go so far. I mean, come
on... the band wasn’t that great...
“Jennifer... why aren’t you paying attention?” my English teacher asked. I
knew good and well why I wasn’t paying attention, but I wasn’t saying that
aloud.
“Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s a Friday afternoon, the last class of the
day. Can’t we chill out for a little wihle? It’s been a long day.”
The class agreed, nodding their heads up and down, chanting, “yeah.”
“Well,” she said, looking at everyone. “I guess.”
I grinned as did everyone else in the class. That was the advantage of being
in a small class. A better relationship with the teacher. “But we will
discuss The Grapes of Wrath Monday. Be prepared for a quiz...”
By this time, no one was listening, but instead carrying on their own
conversations within the small groups. I, on the other hand, took this time
to lie my head down and just think for a while. Think about how I could pull
off going to this club tonight. I mean, I was almost 18... it wasn’t too
illegal. And the cops wouldn’t know if I was really 17 or not. I could leave
my real ID at home, or in my car.
Hillary met me after school. “So, I’ll meet you tonight at Pizza Palace?” she
asked, a huge grin on her face.
“I reckon,” I said in my best country voice, grinning back. Pizza Palace was
the place I worked at.
So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary that
night, and we were going to go downtown to a concert for a little while. Hey,
it was partly true. I found some of my best raver clothes so I could change
whenever I was finished at work. I dressed myself in my ugly khakies and
Pizza Palace shirt, though, and headed off to work before I could even think
about having a fun filled evening.
I practically danced around the kitchen at work, making pizzas, giving people
their change back, listening to complaints about someone having not enough
cheese, or too much sauce, or anything riduculous that one could complain
about. Friday nights were always busy.
Around 9, two hours before I should be heading out to the club, my driver
buddy, Terrence, had this huge order.
“Where the hell is that going to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I made a
medium thin crust extra pepperoni pizza.
“Some church,” he muttered, obviously not enthused.
“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “To a church, eh? I’m glad I don’t have to go to a
church... I’d...”
“Jennifer..” a manager called.
“Yes?” I said in my most polite voice.
“Will you take that order with Terrence? There’s a lot of pizzas to hold and
stuff, and it’ll just be easier with two people.”
Terrence smirked at me as I scowled under my breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I said,
trying to maintain that politeness.
“So what would you do if you had to go to the church?” he asked, mockingly,
grinning from ear to ear.
I just glared at him. Well, at least if I had to go with someone, it was
Terrence, the coolest person I worked with. He was a 21 year old college
football player, about 6’1, probably 215 pounds. He could lift me up without
straining the least bit... probably even bench press me, but I wasn’t going
to try that. In fact, he was so strong, I had learned not to even playfully
punch him, cause his playful punches back seemed to be much more than
playful, you know... kinda painful.
I helped Terrence pack his shit up and carried it out to his beat up old car,
placing some bags in the backseat, then sitting in the passengers seat
myself, putting some in my lap. I buckled myself in tightly, almost fearing
for my life. Terrence didn’t look like he’d be the greatest driver in the
world...
Needless to say, we made it there safely, and back safely, he making fun of
me the entire way cause I had popped off something to him about having to go
to a church and I ended up having to go myself. I still glared at him, partly
because of him making fun of me, but also cause I hated the music that he was
playing.
Finally my evening at work was finished.
“All right, everyone!” I yelled, loud enough so the entire store could hear
me. “I’m gone. See ya tomorrow!” I said cheerfully.
I heard a few scattered “bye”s around the room and then I looked at Terrece,
playfully punching him on the arm.
“Later,” I said, smiling big and cheesy.
He punched me back. “Later.”
“Ow.”
I slammed open the door and arrived outside where I met Hillary.
“Hillareee!” I squeeled. I launched myself into her car and we sped off to
the club, a dim lit place with a cheap sign that read “the Venue.”
The three of us, Hillary, Amber, and me, arrived around 11:30 to this club. We
got in without a problem, and walked around for a little while, hoping to
catch a few people we knew, but to no avail. I wasn’t worried about it
though. There were plenty of hott guys there anyway...
At midnight sharp the band began playing, and the three of us danced
together, even started our own little mosh pit, trying to get some of the 20
year-olds to join in with us. Of course we were immature, and we definitely
didn’t fit in.
“Want a drink?” I heard a voice say as the band finished up one of their
songs and I cheered loudly. I turned to see this really sexy guy behind me,
holding two drinks in his hands. I didn’t know what they were, and honestly
didn’t care to try them, but this guy was super hott.
“No, thanks,” I said, nearly kicking myself for being so dumb.
He just shrugged and muttered, “suit yourself,” then walked off, probably
trying to find another girl to get wasted and rape. I wasn’t going for that
tonight.
As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band still played on. I
lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while, but always found them back. That
is, except when the time came that I needed them.
“Hey, baby,” I heard an older voice say, and felt a man’s body pressing
against me. I turned around and stared directly into the face of a man,
probably in his 30s, only an inch or so taller than me. I said nothing, just
turned back around and inched away from him. “What, did you mother never
teach you any manners?” he asked in a slurred voice. He had apparently had
too much to drink... I just ignored him though, still listening to the band. “Listen
here, little missy,” he said, grabbing my arm and turning me around.
“Let me GO!” I shouted over the music.
“You’ll respect me! I’m your elders!”
“Leave me alone.”
“I think I need to teach you a lesson...” he slurred once more, not letting
go of my arm, attempting to drag me out of the room.
“Let GO!” I shouted again.
“Don’t you talk to me like that...”
I tried to break free but his grip was too strong. What was this creepy guy
going to do to me?
He dragged me away from the crowd to one of the bar stools where he shoved me
down on it. He slapped me across the face. My eyes began to tear up. “Now you
lissen to me..” he said. “Drink this.” He put a beer in front of me.
“No,” I said, wanting to get out of here, but he was all on top of me.
“Now, now, don’t be fiesty!” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I was
getting disgusted.
He began trying to kiss all over me and I tried to push him off and I was
muttering obscenities, trying to back away whenever I heard.. “Leave her
alone.” The man stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. I looked up
and saw a large familiar person, his huge frame towering over ours. He had
his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Now, this young lady here doesn’t want to be
around you, so I suggest you leave her alone, or you can leave.”
The man just glared at the figure and stumbled away.
The figure turned back to me. “What the hell are you doing here?” Terrence
nearly shouted.
“Uhmmmm..” I muttered. “Just coming to see this band.”
“You’re not even old enough to be in here! How the hell did you get in?”
“I uh... I am old enough..” I said, trying to sound convincing. “My birthday
was yesterday.”
“Like hell it was yesterday. Where’s your ID?”
I dug around in my wallet that was in my back pocket and dug out my fake ID,
then handed it to him.
“Fake ID, huh? Do you realize how much you put yourself in danger, Jennifer?”
he asked, giving me that same glare I had given him the entire rest of the
night. I didn’t speak, just looked down at the floor, it becoming more
interesting by the moment. “Look at me!” he said, putting his fingers under
my chin and lifting my face up where my blue eyes looked directly into his. “It’s
late. You’re at a club where you’re too young to get in, and it’s really
dangerous. You could get hurt or raped. Any weirdo in here could get you a
drink. You shouldn’t be here.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and kind of forcing me to hop off of the
barstool and walk with him. For the first time that night I noticed that he
was wearing khakies and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles well,
and he was wearing a nametag, evidence that he was indeed employed here. I
knew he worked at a club, but I didn’t know it was this one...
We finally arrived in the back of the club, in a tiny room that resembled an
office. There was a desk with a chair sitting behind it and two chairs in
front.
“Jennifer,” he said sternly, “what you did tonight was very dangerous, and
very stupid, too, might I add.” I nodded, feeling pretty stupid myself. “And,
you had a fake ID,” he said, holding the plastic up in his hand to prove that
it was true. “And that’s illegal.” He threw my ID into the trashcan. “I have
to punish you for this.”
“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged, instantly thinking of the worst thing
he could do.
“Well, it’s either that or I can...” his voice trailed off.
“Can what?” I asked.
“Spank you.”
My heart stopped there and I blinked at him. “Ex.. excuse me?” I muttered.
“I can either call the cops or I can spank you.”
“But... Terrence... I’m 17... that’s too old..”
“Then I’ll call the cops,” he said, moving towards the desk.
“No,” I said. “It’s okay... I’ll..” I gulped, “take the spanking.”
He nodded. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
I shook my head. My parents never really believed in that kind of stuff...
besides, I never really needed it...
He nodded and sat down in a chair beside me. “Well,” he began, “you
definitely deserve it for doing this, Jenn... I can’t believe you. You’re a
great kid... you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs like this.”
I nodded.
“First, I want you to pull down your pants...”
I blinked again, not certain that I honestly wanted to do this. I was frozen
in place, my hands dropped by my side, staring at Terrence. He wanted me to
do what?
“Jennifer... pull down your pants..”
“I... I uhmm...”
He waited
patiently for a little bit then said, “I’ll pull them down if you don’t...”
I think that was a pretty big threat, but a tear slipped down my cheek and I
let out a whine. “Please, Terrence...” I begged.
“I can call the police if you want me to..” he said, sticking with his
spanking or cops deal that he had made with me.
I wiped more tears out of my eyes, then unbuttoned the baggy jeans that I was
wearing and let them fall to the floor. I sniffled then waited to see what I’d
have to do next.
“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom, okay?” he said in a calm voice. “And
it’s going to hurt, a lot. That’s the point, okay?” I felt so young again...
so much like a 7 year old than a 17 year old....
But I nodded as he grasped my left arm and led me closer to him. “And I’m
going to put you over my knee and you’re going to remain there for a long
time so I know that you learned your lesson. Is there anything you want to
ask me or say before I begin?”
“I... I’m.. sorry,” I said, still shocked that the night would have to end
this way.
He nodded. “I know, Jenn.” He pulled me over his lap and I stared at the
floor for a moment.
I felt a cool breeze as he tugged my panties down and it took all of my inner
strength to only blush instead of kick and scream.
“Getting a fake ID isn’t a good thing, Jenn,” he said softly.
SMACK!!!
His first spank landed sharply across my right cheek causing intense pain to
creep through my body.
“Owwww,” I said, being taken by surprise.
SMACK!!!
The second spank was on my left cheek, causing the same amount of pain. Now I
knew what he meant whenever he gave me playful punches, cause those were
nothing compared to this.
“Owwwww,” I whined again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He alternated from cheek to cheek, causing my bottom to warm up and no longer
feel that nice cool breeze..
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwww, owwwieeee,” I whined, kicking and screaming as the pain being
inflicted on my bottom increased. “Owwwwwwww, Terrence... I’m sorrrrryyyyyy,”
i whined, allowing a few tears to flow from my eyes.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Arrrrrrrrggghhhhh, owwwwwwww, ahhhhhh, owwwwwwwwww.” My legs kicked like
crazy, and I squirmed and wiggled over his lap, but he had a firm grip on me
and I didn’t move too far.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He landed 20 sharp smacks on my sit spots and I was at this point kicking
more than ever.
“You sneaked into a club, young lady,” he scolded. “You’re only 17 years old,
you still have another year. You could have gotten arrested, or even worse,
raped by some old sick guy. I don’t think you understand how serious this is.”
“I doooooo,” I whined, tears freely flowing down my face.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“I don’t think you do.”
My legs kicked more and more and I cried harder and harder. “But I doooooo,”
I whined, no longer paying attention to the floor, but instead paying
attention to the stinging in my bottom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“And I’m sure you lied to your mother about where you were going. Surely your
mom wouldn’t allow you to go to a club like this.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwieeeee,” I cried out, trying to block the smacks
from my bottom, but Terrence had pressed my hands down to my back and held
them there.
“Did you, Jennifer? Did you lie to your mom?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Ye-esssss.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
He stopped spanking for a moment and rubbed my bottom a bit, taking some of
the sting out. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said softly. “But I have to
impress upon you the dangers of what you did.”
“But I knowwww,” I said, still crying heavily.
“I’m almost finished,” he assured me, then lifted his hand back up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwwwwwwwww... Terrence it hurtsssssss,”
“It’s supossed to hurt.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
“Owwww.... owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww...” I whined crying like crazy and
bouncing up and down on his knee.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay limply
over his lap, just crying and bawling like a baby.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
Terrence rested his hand on my bottom one final time. “Okay, Jennifer... I’m
finished,” he said in a soothing voice. “Shhh, shh... don’t cry anymore
little buddy, I’m all done.”
He let me lay there for a little while and regain my composure before he
lifted me up and hugged me tight, letting me lie my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered through sobs. “I won’t do it again.”
“You’re a good girl, Jennifer,” he said, patting my head and stroking my hair
softly. “I know you won’t do it again. Shhh, shh...” he said still holding me
in his arms.
After a while I pulled my panties and pants back up, wiped my face off with a
wet papertowel, then went back to the club to find Hillary and Amber and go
home.
“Where the hell have you been!” Hillary said. “We’ve been looking all around
for you.”
“Oh, I was just... talking with an old friend..” I said, blushing a bit.
The three of us left, me hobbling out of there, still feeling a sting in my
bottom. I even winced a bit whenever I sat down in the car, avoiding the
looks that I was getting from Amber and Hillary.
“That wasn’t worth it,” Hillary finally said.
“Sure wasn’t. I’m not going clubbing again til I’m 18.”
The girls silently agreed with me.
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