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I sat,
staring at my watch. Jared would be there soon to pick me up. I was in
downtown Portland, a little drunk and a little stoned. I had no idea how to
get home from there. So I called Jared and explained to him that I was lost
and tired, and he agreed to pick me up.
Jared was my older cousin. I moved in with him after my sophomore year in
high school so I could become an Oregon resident. I had my heart set on going
to the University of Oregon and there would be no way that I’d have the money
to pay for out of state tuition. Besides, my parents didn’t really want me
around anyway because I was “causing them too much trouble.” They gladly
packed my bags and shipped me up to Oregon.
Living with my cousin wasn’t all so bad. He was in his late twenties, tall
and thin, dark hair and blue eyes. Anytime I had a friend over they flaunted
over him, which bugged the hell out of me, but it was all okay. Jared didn’t
mind me drinking occasionally and smoking a cigarette or two, but he swore if
I ever drank and drive, or did any type of drug, he’d skin me alive. I wasn’t
planning on being skinned alive, so I stayed away from that kind of stuff. Anytime
I drank, I found a designated driver, and if I decided to smoke a little
weed, I stayed away from my house.
Anyway, so this particular night I decided to smoke weed and drink and my
ride ended up ditching me. So I had to wander around downtown looking for a
ride but not really having the money for a cab. I was only 17 and didn’t have
a job, because Jared wouldn’t let me. I had spent the last of my money going
to a huge concert. That’s why I was downtown in the first place. I felt kinda
bad, ringing him up at two in the morning, explaining that I didn’t have any
way to get home and I’d walk but I didn’t know how to get there. I think he
kind of assumed that I was a little drunk, so he just asked me what street I
was on and ordered that I stay there. So that’s what I did.
The beat up blue car pulled up next to me. “Jessica?”
I looked inside to see Jared with his hair all messed up in a white
undershirt and a pair of baggy jeans. “Yeah?” I murmured, not really
realizing that it was him.
“Get inside.”
I nodded and somehow managed to walk over to the car. Opening the door was
another story... I couldn’t even find the handle, much less actually open the
door. He sighed and leaned over to open the door. I fell inside.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pulling away. “You reek of marijuana. Have you been
smoking?”
“Only a little,” I admitted.
“A little? Jesus Christ, you smell like you’ve smoked a few joints.”
“Well, only four.”
He looked at me. “Four? Jesus, Jessica, are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Nahhhhh,” I said, and giggled a bit.
He didn’t say anything, just kept driving while I dozed off a bit staring out
the window at the pretty lights. Next thing I knew, I fell into Jared’s arms.
“Where am I?”
“We’re home,” he said softly, lifting me up and cradling me like a small
child.
“Oh, okay,” I answered then rested my head on his shoulder and dozed back off
again.
I awoke the next morning on the couch with Jared sitting in an arm chair,
head leaned back and eyes shut. I stretched out. The clock said that it was
four, but I figured that it must be a mistake because that would mean I had
already gone to school and came back. Yes, I went to concerts on school
nights. I rolled off of the couch. “Jared,” I whispered. Why the hell I
whispered when I was trying to wake him is beyond me. “Jared!” I whispered
again, a little louder then shook him a bit.
He jumped. “Huh?”
“What time is it?”
He opened his eyes. “Huh? Oh.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s four in the
afternoon kiddo.”
I blinked. “Did I go to school?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you were stoned off your ass and you’d been drinking.”
Utoh. I hadn’t remembered that Jared picked me up, and at the time I called
him, I had been hoping that he didn’t realize I had smoked. Did I really let
him know that I smoked? “I wasn’t stoned..” I argued.
He raised up in the chair, looking at me deep in the eyes. “Yes, you were.”
I looked away. “Oh.”
There was a minute of silence. “Jess, remember what I told you about drugs?”
I decided to play dumb. “No.”
“You don’t? I thought I had made myself clear..”
I shrugged.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
I lifted my head. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t remember what I told you about drugs?” he asked again. I tried to
look back down, knowing that I couldn’t blatently lie to his face like that,
but he stopped me, lifting my chin with his fingers.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Oh, you do? Then why’d you do it, Jess? Why’d you go and do something so
stupid?”
“I don’t know.”
He sighed heavily. “I took you in when your parents said they couldn’t handle
you. I fed you, I put a roof over your head and this is how you repay me?”
“I.. I’m sorry, Jared. I wasn’t thinking..”
He stood. “I have told you over and over again that I don’t want you drinking
and driving or doing any type of drugs. I don’t like you drinking and
smoking, but I let it slide. And I’m not going to let this slide, Young Lady.”
I felt my stomach sink. He’d never called me Young Lady before, and I didn’t
like how young I felt when he did call me that. “I won’t do it again,” I
said.
“Damn right you won’t do it again,” he said then paused. “Wait, how many
times have you done it before this?” He was pacing back and forth by now,
hands on his hips, biting his lower lip.
I looked away.
“Look at me!” he ordered.
I looked back up at him. I couldn’t lie. “I
dunno, Jared. A couple of times. Two or three.” He gave me a look that made my
stomach sink more. “Okay, so a little more than that. A few times... six or
seven... only when I’m out with my friends and we’re at a concert and someone
happens to offer me some.” He was still giving me that look. How could he
always tell when I was lying to him? “Okay, so everytime I go to a concert I
smoke weed. I can’t help it. Everyone else is doing it.”
“Oh? You can’t help it now? Everyone else is doing it? Well, I hope you
enjoyed your night last night because that’s the last concert you’re going
to.”
“But...”
“I don’t want to hear it! Do you realize what happened last night? I was
waiting up for you all night, waiting for you to call, tell me where you
were, and you call me at two in the morning and you have no way to get home. And
I don’t mind picking you up. You get in my car smelling like marijuana and
alcohol and you pass out on the way home and I have to carry you inside and I
don’t know if you’re okay or not. I didn’t know if the weed you smoked was
laced with shit or not. And I stayed up in here with you all night just to
make sure you were fucking okay. I was worried to death about you, Jessica. I
had to call in to work and tell them that I couldn’t make it. I’m not going
to listen to your excuses. I don’t care if everybody on the fucking planet
was smoking weed, that doesn’t make it okay for you to do it and I’m going to
make sure of that.”
I hung my head. I’d never seen him so mad before.
“No more concerts ever, and you’re grounded, grounded until I tell you
otherwise, do you hear me?”
I nodded.
“I expect an answer out of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, letting a few tears slip down my cheeks.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, still hanging my head.
“Pull down your pants.”
I blinked some more tears away. How was it that I managed to live nearly two
years with my cousin and never had anything I had done amounted to this? I
was from the south, I knew what it meant when I got in trouble and the
authority figure said “pull down your pants.” It was basically saying, “you’re
in for a long trip over my knee that you won’t forget for a long time.” But I
couldn’t even imagine Jared spanking me... he was my cousin, and he
understood me. He wasn’t like my friend’s parents who spanked them when they
did something wrong. He wasn’t like my uncle who spanked me a couple of times
for doing something I wasn’t supposed to, or taking something that wasn’t
mine. My parents had never spanked me, but Jared’s parents, they were firm
believers in spankings. But I had never expected him to actually do that to me...
I was 17!
“I’m not going to wait all day, Jessica.”
I gulped and slid my pants down to my knees. Jared sat down on the couch and
pulled me over his lap.
“I want to be sure that I’ve made myself clear, Young Lady.”
My stomach was twisted into knots. I hadn’t been spanked much before, and I
didn’t want it to happen again. “You have,” I whimpered, tears steadily
streaming down my cheeks.
“Well, I’m going to make sure.” I felt his fingers between my back and the
waistband of my panties and then he tugged them down to meet my pants. His
cold hand rested on my bottom. “I’m disappointed that you would disobey me
like you did. I’m disappointed that you’ve done this before and haven’t felt
any remorse for it whatsoever. I’m sorry that I have to do this, but this is
the only way I can get through to you, Jessica.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, not really liking this position at all.
“Good.” He lifted his hand and I clenched my butt cheeks and closed my eyes
and held on tightly to the couch cushion. I prayed that he’d go easy on me,
since, afterall, he was grounding me and everything.
My prayres, however, were not answered.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He rapidly smacked each of my butt cheeks, taking absolutely no time for them
to feel like they were on fire. I squirmed with each smack, and after a
couple, I began exclaiming “OW!” and stuff like that. I tried not to kick and
fight too much, especially when he began spanking one cheek in the same spot
over and over again.
“I don’t SMACK!! want to ever SMACK SMACK!!! hear SMACK!! about you SMACK!! doing
any drugs SMACK SMACK!!! again!” he said, spanking me harder and faster at
this time. I felt like I was sitting on a freakin’ campfire or something my
bottom was in so much pain. “Am I making myself clear!”
“OWWWWW!! Yessir... owwwwieesssssss. I won’t do it again! I promise!!!”
He didn’t listen to me, just landed more smacks on my upturned already red bottom.
He showed absolutely NO mercy for me and I was already regretting my first
puff on a joint.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I began pleading. “Pleaseeeeeee Jareddddddddd. I won’t OW do it again! OWWW!
I’m s-OW!-orry!”
After over 100 smacks, he finally stopped. My bottom was hurting like crazy
and the first thing I thought to do was rub the sting out. The thing was, he
wasn’t finished yet. He caught my hands and pressed them against my back. “It’s
not over,” he said, lifting me up.
I stood there, my pants and panties around my ankles, he holding my hands
behind my back while he stood, too.
“Hands on your head,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, putting them there and basically dancing around from so
much pain. He unbuckled his belt. “Nooooooooo,” I pleaded. “Pleaseeeeeee
Jareddddd I’m sorrrrrrryyyyyyy,” I began full out crying because I didn’t
want to be spanked with his belt and the thought of it made my bottom ache
more and more.
“I know you are.” He slide his belt through the loops then folded it over. “Okay,
over the couch,” he ordered.
I could not move. “Pleaseeeee,” I begged.
“JESSICA!” he yelled. “Get over that couch RIGHT NOW! I’m not playing games.”
I was taken aback by his yelling, but it got me over the couch. I breathed in
and steadied myself, placing my hands firmly on the cushion and my feet
slightly off the floor. I blushed like crazy, too. I hated having my bottom
so exposed.
WHACK!!!
The leather crashed down on my already sore bottom. I let out a squeak so
loud and high-pitched, I didn’t even know I was capable of making that type
of noise!
I felt his left hand holding me down and then he swung the belt once more and
it came crashing down on my bottom. I made that loud squeal again, but before
I had time to regain myself, it came crashing down again and again until I
was sobbing and making those loud awful noises nonstop. I buried my face into
the cushion and cried. All I could do was cry. Even when I heard him throw
the belt onto the floor, I couldn’t stop crying. I felt so guilty for letting
him down when he’d done so much for me. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t the
only reason I was crying. My bottom was throbbing especially at my sit spots
and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.
He finally lifted me from the couch and cradled me in his arms. “I’m sorry I
had to do that, Jess. I love you so much. I couldn’t stand it if something
happened to you.”
I nodded. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out inbetween sobs.
He held me closer. “I know, Jess. I know.”
“I’ll never do it again,” I promised.
“Good girl.”
I finally stopped crying and pulled my panties and pants back up then washed
my face and decided to rest for a while, on my stomach of course. Later that
night I found a stash I had hidden under my bed and gave it to Jared, letting
him know that I didn’t need it nor want it anymore. He smiled and hugged me
and told me how much he loved me. Aside from my throbbing backside, I felt
much better.
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