Molly

“Molly”
part I

The only thing I didn’t like about October was the fact that I had to spend all night at the skating rink watching kids for twelve hours as they celebrated the fact that they got to bug someone other than their parents.  It was something that we’d done for years, as long as I had been working their at least.  We had five all-nights a year, one for New Years, Spring Break, the end of school, end of summer, and finally, one in October, which I never really was sure what the purpose was.

I was standing near the entrance, observing, seeing one of the girls that I knew all too well.  In fact, if you’ve been in the skating rink longer than five minutes you knew her pretty well.  Her name was Molly Riana Collins and she was the cutest twelve year old you’ve ever seen.  She wore baggy jeans and small green T-shirts, had red hair in braided pig tails, freckles, and baby blue eyes that would tear up in a second with a pitiful look so she could get her way.  She was popular amongst the preteens, and after meeting her you could tell why.  She talked all the time, told wild stories that weren’t always true, but interesting to hear anyway.  She was cute, yes, but there was more to her than that.  She was different -- she smiled nearly all the time and prided herself on her Irish heritage.  She wasn’t ashamed of her red hair or freckles like most girls were.  You know, the preteen stage when you just want to fit in.  Molly didn’t fit in at all.. and everyone still loved her.

“Come onnnnn, Bradleyyyy... play some Irish music!” she whined, giving him that adorable puppy look.  Yep, that was Molly, green shirts and Irish music. 

I couldn’t hear Brad’s reply, but I figured it was along the lines of “no” as I gaged her reaction of stomping her foot and poking her lip out in a pout.  Defiant as she was, still adorable.

I took it upon myself to amble over there and see what was up.  “Hey.. somethin’ wrong, Molly?”

“He won’t play any Irish music for me!” she pouted, baby blue eyes tearing up.

I shook my head, grinning.  “Oh no... we’ll have to shut the whole thing down,” I teased.

“It’s not funny, Brian,” she whined.  “I want Irish music!  This stuff is crap!”

“Why not play some Irish music for the girl, Brad?  Won’t hurt anything..”  I could be such a softie sometimes. 

He rolled his eyes at me.  “Because they’re about to play the dice game and I don’t feel like changing the cd,” he answered.

“We can play the dice game to Irish music!”

“I don’t *have* any Irish music, Molly..”

One should never tell Molly that..  She pulled a cd case out of her jeans pocket.  I was amazed that her pockets were so big, Brad was amazed that she actually owned an Irish cd.  “I can fix that, Bradley,” she said, tears gone and grinning wildly.

Before Brad got the chance to say anything I noticed that she was carrying a 2-liter bottle of coke around, and it was *strictly* against skating-rink rules to have drinks out of the concession area.  “Hey, hey... Mollycakes... you gotta put that coke up.”

She blushed.  “I’m not drinkin’ any..  It’ll be okay, right?”

“No no no, I can’t let you have it out here.  That’d be unfair.  Just put it in the concession area and go drink some later.  I’m sure no one will touch it.”

She was reluctant to let it go and I wondered why, but pushed the thought away.  “But.. Brian..”

“But nothin’ Molly.  Go,” I commanded, pointing towards the concession area.

She lowered her head, lip poked out again, and shuffled off, defeated. 

I sighed and looked up at Brad.  “If you don’t play the music for her, she’ll bug you all night,” I told him, patting the counter and walking off.  Things were going well enough to where I could sit behind my desk and count money for a little while, easing my headache that I’d gotten from those screaming kids and loud music.  That’s why I was the manager, because I was good at math and bad with kids.  And soon I’d have my degree in engineering and I could get a *real* job that didn’t involve putting up with squalling brats.  Only a couple of more months and I’d graduate from college..

I guess I’d been in there about an hour or two, counting money on and off, playing a little free cell, when I decided to check on things outside.  I can only sit in front of a computer screen for so long.  I wasn’t exactly prepared for the loud music... my office was so quiet.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into the rink was Molly.  It’s not hard to notice her first.. she’s got bright red hair and was wearing a bright green T-shirt and is so hyper she never stays in one spot longer than a few seconds.  The second thing I noticed was that she had that damn 2-liter coke bottle with her.  I sighed and walked exasperatedly over towards her and her friends.

“Molly,” I said, clearing my throat, then looking at the coke bottle.

“Oohhhh, oops!” she said.  “I’ll go put it back, Briansy.”  She giggled upon calling me that.  I rolled my eyes.  “No biggie..” she said, then nearly tripped over one of the benches.

“Careful, Molly.  You okay?”

“Yes!  Fine!”

I raised my eyebrows.  “Okay, but don’t bring the bottle out of the concession area again, got it?  If you do the soda is mine and you’re sitting out.”

“Whatever, Briansy,” she giggled.

I rolled my eyes at her again and she stalked off.

“What’s up with Molly?” I asked the Brad.

“Nothing unusual... just her goofy self.”

“Did you play the Irish music for her?”

“Yes and now she keeps wanting me to play it again.”

“And..?”

“And I told her that I’d do it later, just not now.”

I shook my head.  “Kids,” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair.

There was something different about Molly and her friends, though... I just couldn’t put my finger on it.  But I pushed the thought away, listening to the people talking on my walkie-talkie.  It was Shannon, a sixteen year old who does concessions, talking to Aimee, one of the skating patrollers.  Conveniently, they were talking shit about me, knowing I could hear them.  I got back on the walkie talkie and said some shit about them, laughing to myself as I walked back to my office.

I think I’d won three games of free cell and counted a pile of money when I actually heard something on the walkie talkie that was worth hearing... “Aimee, you see the girls with the coke bottle?  One’s in a green shirt and the other in yellow and the other in her pajamas?  Don’t let them on the floor... I think there’s alcohol or something in the coke bottle...”

I lifted my head to listen to the rest of the conversation.

“Yeah, I see them,” Aimee said.  “What do I do, though..?” she asked.

I reached for the walkie talkie.  “Aimee,” I said.  “Escort the three girls to my office and bring the coke bottle with you, okay?  Are they in the concession area with the bottle or no?”

There was a silence on the other line and finally, “no... definitely not in the concession area...”

I growled under my breath, trying to control my anger.  “Bring them in here, Aimee, okay?”

“Okay..” she said softly.  Having seen me mad a couple of times, Aimee had a good reason for not wanting to be anywhere near me at this time. 

I was beyond mad, though.  Firstly, it’s strictly prohibited to bring alcohol anywhere NEAR the premises of the skating rink, and secondly, I’d repetively told Molly to keep the damn soda in the concession area, so much that I was sick of hearing those two words. I loved the kid to death, but blatent disobedience was something that I wouldn’t tolerate, cute or not.

A few seconds after our talk on the walkie talkie, I heard a soft knock at the door.  “Come in,” I ordered. 

There was a moment’s hesitation, but the doorknob finally turned and the door crept open, revealing Aimee and the three culprits. 

I held out my hand.  “Molly, bring me the coke bottle,” I commanded.

She was still acting goofy, whether it be because she had a lot of alcohol or she was putting on a show for her friends, I wasn’t sure.  Her two friends looked solemn, though, so I figured either Molly had drank most of the coke, or she was a good actress. 

The red-haired twelve year old bounced towards me, braided pigtails bobbing with each step.  “How ya doin’?” she asked, giggling.

“Not well,” I answered, grabbing the coke bottle.  “Sit.”

She plopped down on the chair.  I unscrewed the coke bottle and sniffed the substance inside.  I could smell a slight hint of something, but there definitely wasn’t *much* in the bottle.  That relieved me a little.  Molly wasn’t totally shit-faced and that meant that she’d be able to be punished appropriately and maybe understand the seriousness of her actions.

“You two... tell me your involvement with this.”

The one in her pajamas looked at the other, and the other looked back.  Then they both looked at me.  “She told us there was vodka in there but we didn’t believe her and that’s why we drank it!” the one in her pajamas said quickly, in one breath.

I shook my head.  “Alcohol is NOT allowed, young ladies, do you hear me?  If someone ever tells you they have alcohol, don’t drink it!  Next time tell one of us, got it?”

They both nodded.

“You’re too young to be drinking anyway,” I muttered, sighing and replacing the cap on the bottle.  “Aimee, they’re both to sit out until I say otherwise.”

“Okay,” she answered. 

“You may go.”

The three of them scurried off together, slamming the door shut behind them.  I averted my glare to Molly.  “Molly Riana Collins, what in the world is the problem!” I nearly shouted.

“Nothin’,” she said, still acting goofy. 

“Nothing?  What did I tell you about this coke bottle?”

She shrugged. 

“What did I tell you, Molly!” I snapped.

She froze in her seat for a second.  “N-not to bring it outside the concession area?” she said softly.

“How many times, Molly?”

“T-two..”

“And you STILL brought it outside of there, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes..” she stammered.

“And what’s this about bringing alcohol up here?  I know you’ve been here enough to see that huge sign outside that says no drugs or cigarettes or alcohol is allowed on these premisis..”

She didn’t say anything, just hung her head.

“I could call the police for this.”

She looked up at me, eyes glazed over with tears, trying to pull that adorable puppy face that always got her what she wanted.  I wasn’t going to let it effect me, though... I had to be strict with her or she’d never learn.

“I probably should call the police... or at least your mother..” I said.  “But I’m not.  I’m going to take care of this myself.”

She didn’t know what I meant, but she kept that same puppy look on her face. 

I let my words sink in for a moment, hoping that she understood what I meant.  I knew that she wanted me to think she was a little drunk, and that’s why she was acting like so, but I knew she wasn’t.. if anything she was only a little buzzed.  And the punishment I had in mind, she’d be sober very very soon.  “I’m going to spank you,” I told her.

Her mouth dropped, puppy face gone.  “W-what?” she stammered.  “Spank me?  Can you do that?”

“Yes, I can,” I answered.  “And I’m going to.  I’m not going to tolerate this type of disobedience, Molly.”

She was still shocked over the word “spanking.”  “But.. I’m sorry..”

“I don’t care.  You’re still getting spanked.”

“But... I’m drunk!”

“No you’re not.”

“What about Hailey and Diana?”

“They didn’t bring the alcohol nor did they do something after I told them not to twice.”

“But...” she tried to think of another excuse, but gave up after a few minutes and put on the puppy face again.  “Briannnn, spankings aren’t cool,” she whined.

“I know.  I’m not going to tolerate this crap, though, Molly.  You’re going to get spanked and that’s the end of it.  Now you can prolong this and miss out on the all-night as long as you want, or we can get it over with, your choice.”

She looked so pitiful and defeated it was adorable.  “I’m twelve!  That’s too old to be spanked..” she finally concluded, hoping that would get her out of trouble.

Yeah right.  “You can never be too old to be spanked.  My cousin was spanked when she was seventeen for talking back to her father after staying out an hour past curfew.”

“She was too old to be spanked, too.”

“Nope.  You’re getting spanked, you can’t say anything to convince me otherwise.”  I knew I sounded like an asshole, but I had to be firm.

She finally gave up and slumped her shoulders forward, staring at the floor.

“Come here,” I ordered.

She chewed on her fingernail and walked somberly towards me.  Whatever drunkenness she had previously had was all gone by this time.  I lifted her chin so our eyes met.  They were filled with tears, but this time they were true tears.  She honestly feared the spanking I was going to give her, and that melted my heart to a point where I almost didn’t want to give it to her... But I couldn’t back down, I’d already promised it to her. 

“Molly Riana... what am I going to do with you?”

She shrugged, lip quivering.

I hugged her gently.  I felt like I’d known her my entire life, when in fact it’d only been about two years.  That was enough, though.  I loved the kid like a little sister.  And I’d have to spank her like I would a little sister.  “You are not to bring any alcohol or cigarettes or drugs to this skating rink, do you understand me?  You better not have any of those things anyway, though.”

She nodded.  “I’m sorry,” she murmured.  “I thought everyone would think I was really cool if I had the stuff.  I liked the way that Diana and Hailey envied me when they saw I had it.  They liked the way I was adventerous... they wished they were like me.”

“I bet they wouldn’t envy you right now if they knew what was about to happen.”

“Probably not,” she admitted.  “But still, Brian.  You should’ve seen them.  They loved me.”

“Molly, babe, they love you anyway.  You don’t have to be bold and daring for them to love you... just yourself.  They love you if you have alcohol or if you don’t.”

She shrugged.  “It felt good anyway.”

“Well, tell me, was it worth it?”

She shook her head.  “I feel bad for making you mad at me.”

“Not mad at you, just disappointed in you.”

“Same difference.”

“Not exactly,” I said, but dropped the subject.  I allowed her to take a deep breath in so maybe she’d not be so nervous, and then I moved my hands to the button of her jeans.  “I have to,” I told her when she whimpered like a little puppy who’d been kicked.  “Else you wouldn’t be able to feel it.”

“Which is why I want them up,” she whined.

“Too bad,” I answered, tugging them down to the floor and lying her over my lap.  I rubbed her back softly, trying to make her as comfortable as possible, which wouldn’t be very comfortable...  I’d spanked my little sister before as well as some cousins, so I knew what I was doing, and I’d been in that position before myself, though I hated to admit it, so I knew how nerve-racking it could be, especially if it was something you weren’t used to. 

I decided not to pull her panties down just yet... I’d give her a warm up first, since this was going to be a long trip over my knee.  She’d done something that could have caused much more trouble than she did, and I was going to make this a memorable lesson for her.

I finished rubbing her back softly with my left hand, and positioned her, then gently lay my arm across her back to keep her from moving when the spanking began.  “You okay?” I asked.

“I dunno..” she muttered.

I nodded and rested my right hand on her light green cotton panties.  They were cute.  Finally, I took a deep breath in then lifted my hand, feeling her body shivered because she knew what was coming, then landed it square in the middle of her bottom.

“Ahhhowwww,” she groaned.

I landed another mild smack in the same spot.  “This defiance has to stop, Molly,” I lectured, delivering another smack and observing the fact that she jumped slightly after each smack.  “I will not have you disobeying my orders,” I told her, “nor will I have you breaking any laws, got it?”  I landed a few smacks between my words.

“Aahhooowww, yess, Brian, I got it,” she groaned.

I knew that she hoped I wouldn’t get much harder than I was spanking... boy, was she in for a surprise.  I wasn’t even giving half of what I was planning on. 

“You could have gotten arrested, Mollycakes,” I told her, spanking again, a little harder than the previous smacks, and a little faster, too.  “And permantely banned from the rink.  That wouldn’t be fun, would it?” I asked, now covering more of her bottom, even the sitspots where the panties didn’t cover.

“Ouchiessss, Briannn, not fun, nooo, I’m sorryyy,” she whined.

I kept up a definite rhythm, spanking each cheek equally, as well as the sit spots every so often, until I noticed her bottom darkening through the panties, and her sit spots were a pinkish color.  I landed a couple of harder smacks, causing squeals and kicks from her end, but her efforts to dodge spanks were futile and I just finished up and rested my hand gently on her warm bottom.  “Not finished, Molly.  I’m about to take your panties down,” I told her.  It’s like when you go to the doctor’s office... it’s always better if you know what’s going to happen before it does.

She whined.  “Briannn, I’ve had enough!” she pleaded.

“Not even close,” I answered, tugging them down much to her dismay.  Oh, how red her bottom looked.  As a fair-haired, fair-skinned young lady, she probably had the tendency to get red really quickly, and red is what she was.  Her bottom almost matched her hair!

I started out with mild smacks, just as I had done earlier, but these smacks hurt a little more because Molly didn’t have the protection of the thin cotton panties.  In no time, she was squirming like crazy and kicking and trying to move her hands back to block the smacks.  “Hands away, Molly.”  And when she kept trying to block I said, “I’m going to restrain them if you don’t stop,” then started spanking harder, watching as her bottom turned darker and darker.  Her once very pale tiny bottom was now very red, the only thing not having been spanked enough was her sitspots, and I took it upon myself to concentrate solely on them for the last two minutes of the spanking.  The poor child was already crying and carrying on, apologizing like crazy and blubbering words I could barely understand.  But I wasn’t finished... enough of an impression hadn’t been made yet.

“I’m disappointed in you,” I scolded, still spanking her cheeks, “and if you ever do anything like this again, this will be a piece of cake compared to what you’ll get, understand?”

“Owwwwwwwwwyyesssssss... nooomooreeee!!!”

I smacked with nearly all I had two times on her cheeks, she screaming with each one, then I moved down to her sitspots and spanked them steadily for two minutes.  I spanked hard and fast, concentrating only on the sit spots, to make sure she remembered this while she sat in time out for thirty minutes.  She squealed, squirmed, yelped, howled that entire two minutes.  Her pleas were broken off with sobs, her apologizes choked down by tears.  I gave her a sharp smack to each thigh to send the lesson home, then stopped and lifted her.

Her blue eyes were filled with real tears, glossy, red and puffy from all the crying.  She was muttering “ooowwww, it hurrrtttssss” and hopping up and down a little, rubbing her burning backside. 

I looked at her, then leaned back in my chair.  “Mollycakes, I’m disappointed in you, Young Lady, but you’re all forgiven now, okay?”

She nodded.

I helped her get her panties up, then her baggy jeans.  “Come with me outside and you’re going to sit out for thirty minutes, no talking to anyone, just sitting there, got it?”

I knew she wanted to argue, but she refrained.  I think I would have, too, given her condition.

I stood and pushed her gently in front of me, following her outside to the skating rink where everyone was too busy either sleeping, playing games, or skating to really pay much attention to us.  I looked at my watch and noticed that the girls had probably been out there long enough, maybe not quite thirty minutes, maybe a little over, but they both looked very sorry for what they had done.  I dismissed each of them with a lecture, then pointed to a spot on the hard floor and told Molly to sit until Aimee told her she could go, and she did as told, apologizing once again.  I smiled.

“I know you’re sorry, kiddo.  Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

She nodded, sniffling and letting a few more tears stream down her face from being on that hard floor on such a sore bottom. 

I ruffled her hair and noticed that Irish music was playing overhead.  Perfect timing for Brad.

Shaking my head, I walked away, telling Aimee of Molly’s punishment.  I decided to hang out for a while and hopped over the counter to where the skates sat on shelves for the kids to rent.  Brad wasn’t far off in the DJ stand, bobbing his head to the Irish music and fiddling with a cd case.  I tried to clear my head of everything, but it was so late.  I desperately wished I had half as much energy as those kids.  It was only 12:24 AM... I still had seven hours to go. 

Actually, the seven hours passed quicker than I’d imagined they would.  We didn’t have any trouble out of Molly the rest of the night, though she was back to her normal self after sitting on that hard floor for half an hour.  She was hopping around the rink singing the Irish music, always participating in the races and games that were happening on the floor...  Molly loved being the center of attention. 

As seven o’clock approached, things died down a lot.  Most of the kids conked out on the benches, not Molly, though, of course.  She calmed down a lot, though, and helped Brad and me pick up the skates.  I’d sent Shannon and Aimee home and closed down the concessions, deciding to monitor the rink myself, since nobody was skating anymore.  When my watch read 7:00 AM, Molly begged us to let her be the one to wake everyone up, and I might have considered letting her get over the loud speaker, but Brad said no, and he’s not as much of a softie as I am. 

“Okay, sleepyheads,” Brad roared over the speaker.  “Everyone wake up... it’s seven o’clock.”  The limp bodies began to stir and parents stood at the doorway to pick up their kids.  Everyone grabbed their things and said goodbye to friends, walking sleepily into the bright sunlight. 

Brad straightened up the skates and vaccumed the back part of the rink while I made sure that all the kids found their parents or whatever it was they were finding.  I always enjoyed sending them back to bug their parents.

“Mom not here yet, Mollycakes?” I asked, shivering in the cool morning air. 

Molly wasn’t shivering, but had her hands stuffed in her pockets.  Her braids were beginning to loosen.  “Not yet,” she answered, not even looking in my direction.

I knew she was upset.  Anybody gets upset when they tell someone a certain time to pick them up and twenty minutes later you’re still wating for them.

I stood next to her, watching as the last of the kids left.  “You need to call her?” I asked.

She nodded, and I could tell that some tears were about to stream down her face.  My heart, once again, broke into pieces for my Mollycakes.  I handed her my cellphone and let her stalk away, punching the keypad furiously.  I leaned against the brick wall and rested my head against it, closing my eyes for a moment.  I took in the autumn breeze and relaxed, wishing I were at home in bed.

Molly stomped back to me, shoving the cell phone in my hand. 

“She didn’t answer.  Prolly on her way..”

I nodded.  “Probably so.  Probably her alarm didn’t go off or something,” I said.

She nodded.

But we waited and waited, and no cars pulled up, and none that even resembled her mother’s came down the street in front of the skating rink.  At eight, we went inside to make sure everything was cleaned up.

“I’ll take you home,” I offered.

“I’m sure she’ll be here,” Molly assured me.

Brad asked no questions, just announced that everything was finished cleaning, and ready for me to check over.  I only checked over because I had to.  I think if something had been done wrong, I wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Let’s lock up,” I told Brad, Molly still following, not speaking at all. 

I closed the door, punching the alarm in and locking the door. 

I turned towards Molly in time to see her wipe a few tears away.  “Come on, kiddo, let’s go.”

She nodded softly, trying to hide the fact that she’d been crying.  But I knew her better than that... or at least I thought I did.

I opened the door of my old pontiac for Molly, patting her back as she hopped in.  She was so sad that it was almost enough to make me cry, too.  I was sure that her mother had a good excuse, though... As sure as one could be...

But when we pulled into the driveway, no car was present, and when we entered the house, it was an empty shell.