Driving

Driving...a “Lizzie” story (F/f)

chapter 8

(Regular Disclaimers Apply.)

Lin was tucking me in. It had been a long afternoon and an emotionally draining one, at that. I had gotten myself into some real dangerous trouble and had gotten a big spanking, from my sister, of all people.

I laid down in bed and Lin laid next to me and held me tight. I was lying on my side. There was no way I could lay on my back like I usually did, no way at all!

I let Lin hold me and tried not to cry anymore. My sister kissed the bump on my head and hummed softly to me. She rubbed my back as she held me. I yawned and started to close my eyes.

I listened as my favorite big sister in the whole world started to tell me a story. I opened my eyes again and saw Uncle Dominic standing in the doorway. He was listening too. I smiled at him and then closed my eyes.

“Once upon a time there was a little girl named Lizzie who was loved by her sister and Uncle very, very much. No matter what the little girl ever did, her sister and her Uncle would always love her. Even when she tried to go for rides in cars with other little kids,” Lin began.

I opened my eyes and smiled at my big sis. She was telling the story of what I had done that day. She smiled at me and went on with the story.

“And even when Lizzie does naughty things and gets punished, her sister and Uncle still love her very much.”

“Forever?” I asked, turning to look at Lin.

“And ever,” she said. “No matter what Lizzie did...her sister and Uncle were proud that she was part of their family. Lizzie was probably one of the most loved little girls in all the land.”

I was really enjoying this story, but I was falling asleep. Melinda must have realized that because she stopped talking. She kissed my forehead and slowly got up from my bed. “Now you get to sleep, little Lizzie. I love you.”

I would have said, “I love you, too,” but I fell asleep and drifted off into dreamland. I wish I could tell you that the story I’m about to tell you was a dream, but it wasn’t; it was reality. This is what I did that day:

I looked out the window. It was after dinner and I saw some kids playing outside. “Can I go hang out with Julie Ann and Patty?”

Lin looked outside. She saw Julie Ann’s Dad. “Okay, but stay where I can see you.”

“Okay,” I said. I looked at my cousin. She was sitting in a chair reading a book. “Wanna come?”

“Maybe after I finish this chapter,” Debbie said. “It’s really good.”

I shrugged my shoulders and went outside. If I could choose, I surely wouldn’t be reading a book. I ran next door to where Julie Ann and Patty were standing on their driveway.

“Hi, Lizzie. Daddy’s gonna take us to McDonald’s for dinner.”

“Cool,” I said. “We already ate. My uncle is gone for the day, so we just had pizza.”

Patty nodded. “Me is gonna getta happy meal.”

“I like those,” I said. “I like the cheeseburgers. That what you gonna get?”

Patty shook her head. “No, me likes chicken nuggets.”

Julie Ann sat on the driveway, tossing keys up in the air, staring at the house and at the car. “I wish we could go already. Daddy’s taking forever!”

“Yeah, me wanna go now!” Patty said sharply.

I looked at the keys. “That key is for your dad’s car?”

“Yep,” Julie Ann said. “And I know how to drive too. I been driving my go-kart since forever. You just turn the key and step on the go pedal and the car moves.”

“Let’s try it,” I said, grabbing the keys outta Julie Ann’s hand.

I ran down the driveway. She chased me. “No, Lizzie, what are you doing? We gotta wait for my daddy.”

I just giggled and opened the car door. I didn’t even have to use the key; it was unlocked. I sat in the driver’s seat and pretended to drive. “Vrrooom! Vrrooom!” I said, making car noises.

Patty giggled and came around and got in on the passenger side. Julie Ann looked unsure. She kept looking between the house and the car. Finally she shrugged her shoulders and got in the front seat too. “Can’t hurt to just sit here and wait,” she finally said.

The three of us sat in the car for a bit. I was still making car noises, and Patty took the key out of my hands. “Put it in,” she told me, pointing to what I later found out was called the ignition.

“Okay,” I said. I don’t really know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking at all. I guess I really didn’t think that three little kids could actually make a car move. I put the key in the hole and turned it. The car started. All three of us jumped. We had no idea that we could make that happen.

Julie Ann was looking at the shifter. “I think Daddy usually moves that to ‘R’ when we are in the driveway.”

“Yeah, then you gotta press the go pedal,” I said. I felt smart that I knew how a car worked. But still I never thought the three of us could really do any harm. I guess I just wasn’t thinking; after all, I was only 6.

Me and Julie Ann stared hard at that ‘R’. We both wanted to see what would happen if we moved the stick. I looked at her and she nodded, so I moved the shifter to the ‘R’ and it lit up. Just then, Patty got down on the floor and pressed the go pedal. I couldn’t believe it but we were actually moving. Backwards. I felt happy and scared to death all at once.

I think I screamed. Or maybe that was Debbie. Cuz next thing I knew, she was right there. “Oh my god! What are you guys doing?” she screamed. “Aunt Mel! Aunt Mel!” Debbie screamed, at the top of her lungs.

I looked at Julie Ann. She looked at me. I started to cry. I was really scared. The car was moving backwards, and even though it wasn’t going very fast, I felt like we were speeding down a mountain.

“STOP!” I yelled to Patty, and she lifted her hand from the go pedal. I tried to move the shifter back to the ‘P’ but I couldn’t. Next thing I knew, Debbie had opened the car door, gotten in, and stopped the car. I banged my head against the dashboard when all this happened.

When the car stopped, me, Julie Ann, Patty, and Debbie, just sat still. Nobody moved. I was so scared. I peeked out the window and saw my sister, Melinda, running toward the car. Then I saw Julie Ann and Patty’s Daddy come running out of the house. His shirt wasn’t buttoned and his hair was flying around.

“Elizabeth Marie, you get out of that car this instant, young lady!” Melinda shouted.

I jumped again. Elizabeth Marie? I hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. Just being called Elizabeth was bad enough. I looked out at her and the realization of what I had done started to become very clear to me. She was screaming and waving her hands frantically. I looked at my cousin, Debbie. She was breathing very hard and almost crying.

Finally, I stepped out of the car, and walked slowly over to my sister. The first thing she did was hug me to her very tight. I held on for dear life. I think it was then that I realized how scared I had been. I felt like I was still shaking, and then I realized it was my sister who was shaking.

“What were you doing, little girl? You are in VERY BIG trouble,” she told me.

I don’t really know what happened with Julie Ann and Patty and their daddy. I know Melinda and Mr. Stewart and Debbie talked for a few minutes, but I think I was still in shock over actually getting the car to move. I kinda waved to my friends as I was led into the house.

There was a throbbing in my head and I reached up to touch it. I felt a big bump. “My head hurts, sis,” I told her.

“I bet it does,” she said, looking at the bump.

“Yeah, she hit her head pretty hard on the dashboard, Aunt Mel,” Debbie informed her.

“Come on, we’ll get you some ice,” Lin told me. Debbie went to the kitchen and returned with some frozen peas. “Here, use this. It always was the best kind of ice pack,” she explained. Lin smiled and wrapped the peas in a paper towel and handed them to me.

Melinda led me into the living room and nodded at the couch. “Lay down, Lizzie,” she ordered. I did what she said. She sat on the chair opposite the couch and just stared at me. I think she might have been shaking still. She took deep breaths and was probably trying to calm down.

“You mad at me, Lin?” I asked. I knew she probably was. After all, me and my friends had just made a car move down a driveway and that was most likely a VERY BAD thing. “I didn’t know the car was really gonna move.”

“You didn’t?” Melinda asked.

I shook my head. “I did a stupid thing, huh?”

She nodded. “Big time. And no, I’m not mad at you, Lizzie, but I’m very upset with you. You could have been hurt.”

“I was hurt,” I said, pointing to my head.

“The three of you could have really gotten hurt in that car. I mean hurt seriously. That bump isn’t nearly what could have happened.”

I started to cry. Again. I bit my lip as I thought of something. “Lin? Are you gonna tell Uncle Dom what I did?”

She nodded and said, “Oh, you bet your life.” Then she paused. “Actually I think I’m going to let you tell him.”

Debbie gasped. I turned and looked at her. I had forgotten she was there.

“But I’m sorry, Lin. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I told her.

“Well you did, Lizzie. You scared me to death. When I heard Debbie screaming, and then I saw the car moving backwards like that, and realized you were inside, my heart stopped.”

“It did?”

“Yes, it did. I would be devastated if anything ever happened to you. I love you very much, Lizzie,” Melinda said, coming to sit next to me on the couch. She took my hand in hers and held onto it tight. “And I want to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“Oh, I won’t do it again, Lin. It was too scary.”

Lin nodded. She looked at me. “Did you even think about what you were doing, Lizzie?”

I shook my head. “No, ma’am, not til I saw Debbie and then you. Then I thought that I must have been crazy.”

Lin sighed. “Lizzie? You didn’t realize that getting into a vehicle with someone who is not an adult...to ride in a vehicle with someone who isn’t an adult, is wrong?”

I bit my lip. I hadn’t really thought of it that way. I guess I really didn’t know what we were gonna do if the car actually moved. I guess I had gotten it into my head that we were just three little kids playing and that nothing bad was really going to happen.

But that isn’t what I said. “Well maybe I knew that, but I didn’t think we could actually move the car, sis. We was just playing and making car noises. I mean, me and Julie Ann, knew how a car worked, I just didn’t think that ‘we’ could make it work.”

“But you were going to try...and you knew that was wrong?”

“I didn’t really think about it, sis. I just did it.”

“I see,” Lin said. That kinda scared me cuz when Uncle Dom said ‘I see’, it was usually followed by a big lecture and a spanking.

“Well I’m going to make very sure that you think about it next time,” she informed me.

Debbie reached over and squeezed my hand. “That doesn’t sound good, cuz.”

I looked at Debbie and then up at Lin. “H-how?” I asked. I was thinking she was going to tell Uncle and that he would punish me.

“I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to ground you.”

I just LOOKED at my sister. “You are NOT!” I said adamantly.

“Oh yes, I am.”

“Noooo!” I cried, sitting up. Suddenly my head was starting to feel a bit better. I couldn’t say the same for my tush.

I pulled my feet in and sat back on the couch.

“Yes, Elizabeth Marie, I am,” she said sternly.

There was that name again. This wasn’t good. “But I’m sorry, Lin,” I cried and tried giving her the puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t believe my sister was actually going to spank me. Not that she hadn’t done it before, but it was very rare for her. Usually Uncle Dom spanked me. I didn’t want HIM to do it either. I didn’t want any spanking.

Lin nodded again. “I know you’re sorry, but that doesn’t excuse it. Lizzie, I love you way too much to let you get away with doing something this dangerous.”

I was crying openly then. “I don’t wanna spankin!”

“I’m sure you don’t, but you are going to get one. Is your head better? It looks like the swelling has gone down, and it’s not as purple as it was.”

“It hurts a lil. Can I have some aspirin?”

“I’ll get it!” Debbie said, jumping up. I think she was just glad to get out of the room.

While we waited for Debbie to come back with the aspirin, I heard a sound. I sat up and realized it was the key in the lock. Uh oh. Uncle Dominic was home. Any other time I would have gone flying into his arms and been so excited to see him, but right now, I was feeling anything but happy.

Uncle came in and set his briefcase down inside the door. He hung up his coat and came right over to us. He leaned down and gave Melinda a big hug and kiss. She smiled up at him.

Debbie came in then. “Here you go; it’s children’s Tylenol. You can chew it,” she told me. “Hi, Uncle Dom,” she said, giving him a big hug. He hugged her back and kissed her forehead. She smiled.

I took the Tylenol from Debbie and chewed them. Uncle Dom looked at the Tylenol and at the frozen peas on my head and said, “What happened to Lizzie?”

He leaned down then and examined the bump on my head. “Doesn’t look too bad,” he said, “I think she’ll live.” He kissed my forehead and I reached up and hugged him tight.

He sat down by me and hugged me again. “You’re shaking, sweetie, what’s wrong?” He looked so concerned that I just burst into tears. He then looked at his fiancée, my sister, and raised his eyebrow. “What’s up?”

I bit my lip because I remembered that my sister said I would have to tell my uncle what I had done. I really didn’t want to.

“Tell him, Lizzie,” she said.

“I think I’ll go finish my book,” Debbie said. I didn’t blame her. If I was her, I would want to get out of the room then too. In fact, I wished “I” could have.

I looked up at Uncle Dom. He was looking down at me, all concerned. I took a deep breath and said, “I's in trouble and Lin's gonna spank me and ground me.”

Melinda nodded. “Tell him why.”

“What did you do?” he asked, calmly.

“Well, I, uh, I,” I began. I looked at my sister. She was nodding. I noticed Debbie was standing in the doorway to the room. Maybe she was staying to give me some moral support.

“I’m waiting, Elizabeth,” Uncle Dom said.

I didn’t wanna say it. But I knew I had to. Would Uncle Dom spank me too?

“I, uh, me and Patty and Julie Ann drived their daddy’s car. Just in the driveway. I turned the key and Patty pressed the go pedal and we put the stick on the ‘R’ and the car moved,” I said, almost all in one breath.

Uncle Dom looked at me and then at my sister. She was nodding her head up and down. He jumped up. “WHAT!?” he yelled.

I moved to sit further back into the couch and started to cry even more. He probably hated me. I was such a bad girl and did such stupid things.

Melinda nodded at Uncle. “I got there just as they got the car stopped. Debbie jumped in and stopped it, and when they did Lizzie bumped her head.”

Uncle Dom turned to look at Debbie. She started to walk away. “Come back here, young lady,” he ordered. Debbie came back into the room.

“You did WHAT?” he asked her firmly.

Melinda put her hand on Uncle’s arm. “Oh, don’t be mad at her, sweetie. She saved the girls’ lives.”

“It was still a very stupid and dangerous thing to do,” he scolded his niece.

“I know, sir, but what else could I have done? I didn’t want them to crash or anything,” she said simply.

Uncle Dom sighed. Then he nodded. “I know. I’m just glad you were there, and that you’re all right. That you’re all, all right.” He turned to me then and said, “Not a very smart thing you did tonight, Lizzie.”

I looked down and said, “I know, sir. It was stupid.” I sighed and then added, “I’m stupid.”

“Lizzie!” Lin said sharply. “No one thinks you’re stupid. What you did was very,” she paused trying to think of the right word. “Silly.”

Uncle Dom looked at my sister. “I would say it was stupid, Mel. And dangerous. Lizzie, what were you thinking?” he asked.

Oh boy, here we go again, I thought. We rehashed the whole thing and when Uncle was through lecturing me, he looked again at my head.

“I think she’s going to be okay.”

“Yes, it’s just a big bump. On her head. Not so sure about her bottom, though.” I gulped again. Then Melinda said, “Do you want to handle this or do you want me to go ahead and do it?”

Instead of answering, Uncle Dominic stood up and took off his belt. He handed it to my sister. I was wide-eyed. “Nooooo!” I shouted. I tried to disappear into the couch cushions.

Melinda sighed. “I guess you want me to do it,” she said to Uncle. He nodded. To me she said, “You go to your room and wait for me. You lay on your bed til I come there; no playing, just laying there, resting.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said sadly. I hung my head and slowly walked to my room. As I passed by Debbie, she squeezed my hand. It was a little gesture, but it was something. I turned around then and said, “I sorry.”

My uncle nodded. “You’ll be even more sorry when your sister gets through with you.” He turned to talk to my sister. I could still hear her as I walked to my room. “Oh hon, I was so scared when I saw that car moving and Lizzie inside it.”

“I’m sure,” he said, holding her tight.

I ran to my room and lay on my bed and cried into my pillow. A long time later, my sister came into my room. She put my uncle’s belt and some lotion on my nightstand and then sat on the edge of my bed.

“How’s your head? Does it still hurt?”

“Just a lil,” I said sadly. Actually the bump felt much better; my head hurt mostly from crying now.

I felt my sister’s eyes on me. “Sit up and look at me, little sister.”

I did as she said. Then she started talking to me and I was REALLY listening.

“Lizzie, when I saw you in that moving car, my heart stopped beating... all I could think about was how you could be hurt...hurt really bad...maybe even killed.”

I started to choke on my sobs. Talk about guilt trips. I felt terrible. I hated disappointing my sister or my uncle, but scaring them to death; that had to be the worst. I started to shake again.

Melinda took me in her arms and held me. “I love you so much, Lizzie.” I held on tight to my sister. “I can’t let you get away with doing something that puts you in danger.”

I was sobbing. “I loves you, too, sis. I’s sorry.”

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry that I have to spank you. You know that I don’t like to do that. But I’m going to.” She let go of me then and pushed me gently away from her to look at me. “Now come stand in front of me and let’s get this over with.”

I stood up immediately. I couldn’t help glancing in the direction of Uncle’s belt. “You not gonna use that, is you, sis?” I was scared, but I also knew Melinda loved me and that she would never do anything to really hurt me. I stood in front of her and waited, trying not to cry anymore. I knew I had really messed up and deserved this spanking.

Lin pushed my pants and panties down and took me over her knees. I cringed, scared. But for now she only used her hand. {Smack! Swat! Spank!}

{Smack! Swat! Spank!} {Smack! Swat! Spank!} {Smack! Swat! Spank!}

I jumped from the first smack, a little relieved that it wasn’t the brush or Uncle’s belt. I started crying again. “Owwwww!”

{Smack! Swat! Spank!} “You know better {Smack! Swat! Spank!} than to get into a vehicle with someone {Smack! Swat! Spank!} who is not an adult.” {Smack! Swat! Spank!} {Smack! Swat! Spank!}

“Owwww, Lin, I’s sorrrry!” I cried.

“You also know {Smack! Swat! Spank!} that you are not to go ANYWHERE {Smack! Swat! Spank!} without an adult and mine or your uncle’s permission.” {Smack! Swat! Spank!} {Smack! Swat! Spank!}

I sobbed and nodded. I did know that. I still don’t know what I had been thinking. “Yes, ma’am!” I cried. My bottom was burning and I had a feeling this spanking was far from over.

“I don’t {Smack! Swat! Spank!} want you to {Smack! Swat! Spank!} EVER do that again.” {Smack! Swat! Spank!}

My sister stopped. But not for long. I felt her reaching over toward my nightstand. I turned to look: my eyes resting on the belt. “No, sis, please don’t!” I shouted.

But she didn’t. She bypassed the belt and grabbed my hairbrush. I never thought I’d be happy to get a hairbrush spanking, but it was way better than the belt. Trust me.

I felt my sister move my bottom high in the air. She raised the hairbrush and let it fall on my bottom over and over again. It really hurt, too.

{Whack! Whack! Whack!} “If you ever do anything {Whack! Whack! Whack!} like this again, {Whack! Whack! Whack!} I will use your Uncle Dom’s belt.”

“No, I won’t! I promise!” I cried. “Owwwwwww, Lin, stopppp! Pleeeeease, I’s sorrrrry!”

{Whack! Whack! Whack!} {Whack! Whack! Whack!} {Whack! Whack! Whack!}

My sister gave me five swats on my sit spot and then she was finished. I was crying really hard. She put down the hairbrush and pulled me up on her lap. I sobbed on her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

Lin held me tight and rubbed my back as I cried. After a bit, I managed to say, “That h-h-hurttttt!”

“I know, sweetie, but this is a very important lesson that I couldn’t afford for you not to learn.” Melinda rocked me gently in her arms as I sobbed. “It’s okay now, sweetie, the spanking is over. Shhhhh, it’s okay,” she said as she held me tight.

I was holding on for dear life. I think my sister must have been practicing her spanking techniques because she sure spanked harder than she used to. It might have hurt more if Uncle Dom had done it, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t really want to compare.

“You know I love you, lilone, so very much,” she cooed into my ear.

I smiled up at her. Even though she had spanked me so hard, I still loved her too. After all, she was the only sister I had. “I loves you, too, sis,” I said, trying to smile a little. “I’s sorry I scared you so bad.”

“Lizzie, your Uncle Dom and I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”

“You’d miss me if I went away?”

“I would miss you very much...yes.”

“It was so stupid what I did,” I said for the second time that night.”

“Well, I still say it was silly,” she said smiling. “But now you’ve been punished, and I trust that you won’t ever do it again.”

“I won’t never do it again, never. And I would miss you both, too. Debbie, too,” I added, now that she was part of our family.

Now that I had calmed down some, Melinda pulled me away from her chest, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Lizzie? You don't go anywhere, I mean, nowhere, without an adult. Not unless you have mine or your uncle’s permission. Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” I said. I wondered if my sister would ever trust me again. “I’ll ‘member now.”

Melinda looked over at the belt sitting on my nightstand. “I sure hope so. Because if there was a next time, sis, I sure wouldn’t hesitate to use your uncle’s belt.”

I gulped just thinking about it. But then again I was going to make sure there was no next time.

Melinda put some lotion on my bottom then. It felt so cool and soothing. She had spanked me pretty hard, after all. Then she helped me get ready for bed.

Uncle Dom came in and helped Lin tuck me in. She handed him back his belt and told him she hadn’t needed it after all. My uncle said it was a good thing she had spanked me and not him. I guess he would have used the belt on me. I guess I should be thankful for small favors.

I put my arms up to my uncle and he picked me up and hugged me tight. “Did I scare you too, Uncle?”

“You sure did, Lizzie.”

I started to cry. I couldn’t help it.

“Why are you crying, Lizzie?” Melinda asked me.

“Cuz I scared you both and I ‘spointed you.”

“Yes, you did, but you were punished for it, and it’s over now. Just remember the rule next time, okay?”

“I will, I promise I will.”

“Good, now it’s over now except that you are grounded for a week. No friends over, no going out of the house, no phone, no TV, and no computer. Understand?”

I had hung my head, but Lin lifted my chin so that I was looking right at her. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, sadly.

“Do you have any questions about being grounded?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said simply, gulping. My sister sure was strict about grounding.

“Okay, now let’s get you into bed,” Uncle Dom said.

I bit my lip. “Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“No, sweetie, we aren’t mad at you,” Lin answered.

“Promise?”

“Yes, we promise.”

“And you still love me?”

“Of course we do,” Uncle Dom said, kissing my forehead. “Now you close your eyes and go to sleep.” He walked away from my bed.

Lin laid down next to me then and told me the story. I had a really great family: Melinda, Dominic and Debbie. I wouldn’t have traded them for anything in the whole world.

The end.

Epilogue: I spoke to Julie Ann a few days later. Things hadn’t ended so well for them either. They never did get to go to McDonald’s that night. They both got spankings instead.

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Author’s Note: I know most of you out there would have liked to hear about Julie Ann and Patty’s spankings, but instead of me writing it, I’m opening it up to you. Here’s the contest: write in their spankings and send it to me. I will post the best one. Julie Ann is 7, and Patty is 4. Their father is Mr. Stewart. Good luck!