The ending is quite abrupt, but I enjoyed writing it, leave thoughts and impressions please...
“You better stop all that dilly-dallying and get over here quicker than that, trouble maker,” he admonished, “you haven’t been too honest with me lately and I know it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” snapped Kennedy without hesitation, “Everything has been fine lately.” What could he possibly mean, what could he know, she wondered before his voice froze her through the phone.
“I know you have missed your classes this week,” he stated matter-of-factly, “You have been keeping it from me, but I found out and you are going to end up just as burned up about this as I am Kennedy,” finished Patric.
Silence.
“Exactly what I thought you would say. Now, since you don’t want me to come over and pick you up in front of your family telling them we are going out at ten o’clock at night on a Tuesday, get over here within the next fifteen minutes,” he insisted before hanging up. He could just imagine the look on her face when she found out just how he came upon the truth; it would be a shorts and tank tops day in Anchorage before she lied again.
“Hey, mom,” Kennedy called into the living room from the front door, “I’m um, I’m going over Patric’s place for a little bit tonight. He said he would help me with my English paper.” Shaky sounding, but maybe she would look past it because of the notion of schoolwork.
“You know dear,” mother Jayline answered, “For a girl in her third semester of college you sure do hang out with this fellow Patric quite a bit. I do hope you are not neglecting your responsibilities at the University.”
“If only she knew what “responsibilities” I was in for tonight”, Kennedy murmured without thinking. Quickly before she had time to let it sink in, “No really mom, it’s going to be fine tonight, I just need help with this paper.”
With that she was out the door, the moment of slight relief at the knowledge of her mother not being awake when she got home fading out as quickly as it came in when she remembered all over what she was going out for tonight.
. . .
“So when she gets here I want you out of sight,” Patric began to explain to Sandra, “I think the best way, and you will see what I mean by this, would be for you to make your entrance via the door to the attic here,” motioned Patric to the corner of the room. The door to the attic would certainly keep Sandra out of sight, it would do nothing to keep Kennedy out of earshot of Sandra, but that was not the point.
. . .
With not a hiccup of traffic on the road and every green light running at the same time, Kennedy was left to sulk in her car seat. No radio, windows down with nothing but road buzzing by, the nip of cool humidity in the air leaving her more goose-pimpled than that moment of silence when she knew she was caught. She began to imagine reasons how he could have possibly found out the truth. The truth she had been keeping from him which she knew was a terrible decision but still decided to try, curious of limitations.
She knew Patric was serious about keeping a close watch over her schooling. During her first year, he had mentioned that there were a few “inconsistencies” that concerned him and that if they went unsolved he would literally take matters into his own hands. At the time, she knew that as somebody who had gone through quite a bit of college on his way to earning his Masters, he had the experience that made what he said worth listening to. If she ever wondered what the difference might be between dating a twenty-five year old guy versus another nineteen-year old, she would be left with no imagining tonight.
Pulling up to the front door of his half of the double block he shared with the elderly couple who went about their day auditorially oblivious to the time and space around them she stopped more than just the car. The sudden shock of what invaded her mind, the possibility of that passing blonde she saw on the first day of class, who looked so much like an old friend-become-enemy; it couldn’t have been her, could it? If it was, she would certainly take any chance she could to even the score, certainly get her revenge on the manipulative way Kennedy had driven them apart almost a year ago.
The car door slammed shut loudly, bouncing around in the solitary nothing of chirping crickets and humming air conditioners lined up tightly down the hilly, cookie- cutter street Patric lived on. Twelve minutes. Twelve that dragged like days with the reality in place of having much more night in front of her.
Slowly walking towards his front door, Kennedy started losing herself in a fog on a perfectly clear night with every step she took; her palms dampened with sweat, her legs grinding through the motions, the butterflies in her stomach transforming into lead-winged birds of anxiety, she felt gone. Absolutely gone and wondering when she would snap back into it, and, terrifyingly enough, wondering who exactly would be snapping her.
. . .
He answered the door before she even knocked on it. With rigid determination he found her eyes and locked on. He was going to take his sweet time with this, he decided, let her spin it around in her own head, find the first sign of panic and sadistically pounce on her emotions. He had put up with too much lying from this empty-chested, self-fulfilling tart. She had used manipulation during some trying times to get what she wanted, cruelly blind to others involved and fueled by her own crotch-buzzing lust.
Sandra had kissed another man for sure, there was no getting around it, but she had not fucked said kissee’s brother the very next night, as originally purported from Kennedy. Receiving this information during a period of “trust issues” was enough to push an already irate Patric into leaving Sandra. Kennedy was only halfway there at that point, however.
In order to complete the devious strategy, she seduced her way into Patric’s life; she slid under his wing even if she knew that what she heard about Patric and his other girlfriends was growing increasingly accepted as the truth.
“Do you have anything at all you want to tell me so that maybe this will go over a little smoother for you?”
“I…I…I’m…I mean I’ve been ditching s-some class lately….,” she trailed off meekly.
“Sure have,” cold and monotone, “You have been doing that as well as lying to me, now haven’t you?”
“Yes.....Look….Pat…”
“Shut it. Not tonight. Get in here now,” authoritatively and unbending.
Entering the creaking solid wood floor of the living room, despair and viciously silent anger filling the air, what was about to transpire was becoming evident to all involved; what this house would see tonight, what these walls would tell of to future couples to come through here, what this night hold would for everybody would stay alive and well for quite some time.
Who would change from the night’s action? Who would feel a new life taking over that they could never do anything with, but keep to themselves … all three of them?
“Kennedy you have been doing things like this for the past year now,” he started, “At first, I just figured it was something left over from being a teenager, but now I’m starting to think it’s a part of who you are and I can’t say I’m happy with it. In fact there isn’t much to say period. By now, all that’s left is speaking a language a person like you can understand.”
Kennedy knew it was going to happen. She knew that all those rumors about what Patric had done to other girls were more than rumors; they were real and she was going to find out just how real tonight. Her heart beginning to plummet she started to try and talk her way through things, but wouldn’t be getting very far now.
“I’m done treating you the same way I have been. Too many times you have pulled something like this and as far as you lying to me, it’s going to end tonight you thoughtless brat. Get upstairs to my room, sit down on my bed, and wait for me,” he ordered. Seeing her mouth begin to open as the thoughts swirled in her eyes he continued, “Don’t make the mistake of giving me any of that foolish ‘I’m-a-big-girl-now’ attitude you are so fond of, it will only heat up the water you are cookin’ in now dear girl.”
Kennedy instantly recognized the tone that was being taken with her, it had come hand in hand with those “warnings” she had received during her first year of college. The warnings he issued when he noticed that she stayed out too late the night before tests or wondered how she made the grades she claimed to when he never saw her doing any studying. She thought he was just puffing air into the room; a young man acting like he thought an “adult” should. Too late did Kennedy realize, however, that he was in fact the adult in the relationship and that her childish antics would be dealt with the way a child’s might.
. . .
Walking into Patric’s room Kennedy felt a distinct chill in the air; nothing to do with vibrations she thought, like he left the window open again and forgot to close it. Where was the draft coming from? Was the attic door cracked open just a touch?
No time to really think about drafts, not assuming what was coming. She didn’t know how long she was going to have to wait as she assumed the position on the bed she was told to – almost instinctively – but she knew that as soon as she heard footsteps coming up the steps that this nervous tension might blossom into full on panic. What happens then? Run? Run where, right smack into Patric as he walks in his own room? Escape to the attic and “hide” in the corner like a frightened field mouse? Would he believe that she bailed out of there like something cut from a B-rate action flick if she left a window open with some knotted sheets looping down the side of the house? She had parked out of sight of his room after all, how far would he go if he saw such a get-up?
Before she could realize that paranoia had taken her the decision was made to attempt an escape. She would cut all this nonsense of Patric and his rumors out before it really got underway. She could hear by the sound of his footsteps downstairs that he was pacing in the kitchen; probably deciding on how many licks from his fabled ‘ol strap to hand out, the fucking sadist.
Grabbing sheets off his bed and cracking the window she thought for sure she was in the clear. The knotting had been no real problem and even though the window creaked she was sure she was still in the clear. All that was left was to set the bait. All that was left was to…to…to turn around and figure out why the hell the door was creaking like that…
Sandra had a hard time figuring out whether the sheets or Kennedy’s jaw hit the floor first, but she knew she loved every second of it just the same.
. . .
I suppose sending her off appropriately is exactly what this situation calls for, Patric declared to himself. No need to give her numbers before hand to have her concentrate on the wrong thing, no no, there would be no shared details before her strapping was to begin.
There was no better way to keep all her attention focused on it than to give her nothing more than that to feel, nothing more than leather on skin to hear, before her own wailing set in of course, before she could feel that twisting confliction of cold tears running down her cheeks and searing pain covering her ass.
The sudden yelling coming from his room shortened his thought before stretching it into a new one. Did that jealousy get the better of her? Patric began his ascent towards his night, charging up the steps to his room.
. . .
“You”
“Me”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Im here to enjoy every last second of what is going to happen,” Sandra divulged prior to closing up the window nice and tight. Tight enough to keep in all the noise. Enough to keep in a penitent brat’s last second promises and begs of forgiveness at the feet of shame and degradation
“What the hell are you talking about; you fucked up fair and square.”
“True enough you dim-witted harpy,” as she cracked a mile-wide smile. “I paid for what happened, my dishonesty lead me here though, and now your dishonesty will direct you straight over Patric’s lap.” Even before she was done with what she had to say, the memories flooded her.
. . .
Oh that does it, Patrick decided; time to get this start before Sandra tries something she should not. With that the kitchen and living room passed by him as he swirled his way to the base of the steps, his gait serving the now increasing need for swift heel-toe action, his mind sharpening to the task at hand, his body steeling for how he had to take the moment and make it happen.
Never mind the steps; the door was open before Patrick even realized he was in there.
“Why are there sheets on the floor?” he was in the middle of asking before he was cut short by his need to grab Kennedy before she ran out of the room. He hooked his arm right around her midsection and was able to pick her up like a bag of luggage. When you are 5’2’’ and weigh around a hundred pounds, it might not be the best of ideas to try and spring past a 6’1’’ man with an eighty-pound advantage, a short temper as a result of your own lying, and a mind already made up to spank you.
“You are not going anywhere except over my knee Kennedy!”
“No fucking way you asshole!”
“THAT is going to stop in a hurry tonight missy,” he reprimanded as he strode towards the edge of his bed, tiny Kennedy tucked safely under his arm while Sandra froze in the moment, about to get an up close and personal view of what things must have looked like during one of her many trips over Patric’s accommodating lap.
“You, little Ms. Kennedy, know exactly why you came here today and you know exactly what I am going to do. I see that our dear friend Sandra here has decided to let the cat out of the bag earlier than I expected, but it’s just as well. The moment I made up my mind to walk up here, you were done for anyway. It’s time to put an end to your nonsense and childish way of running around and treating people how you do. It’s time somebody spanked you…”
Kennedy couldn’t even muster a single word before the first slap hit her jean covered bottom. She couldn’t find anyway to fight it; it was as if her whole body was fighting her mind, her mind telling her to get up and run, her body refusing to move as the knots in her stomach disappeared. She couldn’t fight, she couldn’t run, she had already forgotten Sandra was even in the room, it was all happening now and there was nothing that could be done.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK…..
“You mouthy, swearing liar,” he stopped spanking to scold; “You have been running around your whole life treating people like this, haven’t you?”
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK…..
“No! NO! Fuck this! I have been….”
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK…..
“Don’t even try lying your way through this one you brat! I have warned you about cursing at me like that and now you are really going to get it for it…..Enough of this warm up, get up….” Patrick practically dragged Kennedy to her feet before placing her arms behind her back. With one quick motion he had her jeans unzipped and with one even quicker motion, her jeans and panties were bunched around her ankles, her already pink bottom sticking out, her toned, thin legs naked, her hips starting to shake from the realization that Sandra was still watching…
“No…” she meekly trembled from tip to toe. “Patric, please….”
“Enough!” was his final word to the side of Kennedy that was now pleading for forgiveness. Soon he would have much to say to another side of her that she could not deny anymore though.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK … All over her curvy, bare bottom jutting off his lap. The squirming was obvious to everybody; even Kennedy knew she was wriggling around. She knew she couldn’t help it, she knew he could see everything, she knew how much the wriggling around lead to her cheeks bouncing about and giving Patric quite the visual to go with whatever it was that lead to her feeling the stiff poke in her stomach from Patric’s lap.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK….Raining down his strong hand on her upturned behind was starting to sting his hand a bit, but it had nothing on the sting on Kennedy’s ass. She was feeling it so deeply, such heat tattooed onto her ass, she could barely keep it together. She wanted to cry and beg him to stop, she wanted to arch her back and spread her legs and beg him to continue. She was right on the brink; right on the edge where a girl getting her first spanking finds herself. That edge where she can go over and float away, completely lost in the agonizing bliss of the moment, float right away and break, falling limp over his lap in the ultimate act of submission. She could … and eventually would … find that subspace where a man who knows what he’s doing can take a girl…
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK….
Patric’s blitzkrieg of a hand spanking had left her bright red and in a daze. She could barely hear the words about not swearing or all the lying, but she knew she was listening to what she had wanted to hear for a long time; the sound of a dominant man taking her to the place she needed to be put in, even kept in.
“I’m glad you have decided not to fight anymore Kennedy,” Patric announced as he set his hand on her blazing bottom, doing what he could to smoothly rub away just enough sting to keep the blood flowing. Keep it flowing so she wouldn’t go numb, so she could feel that thick leather hitting its mark.
“That should make the next step even easier for you,” Patric continued. “Now, my dear little liar, you are to stand up, strip off what is left from the waist down, and bend over my chair here,” he finished as he slip his wooden, straight-backed chair into the center of the room.
Softly and without a whimper, Kennedy did as she was told.
She was moving through the motions that much she could tell, but to her it still seemed as if she had flown onto the wall, watching via the fly’s eyes her metamorphosis from a brat with little to no respect who treated people in whichever way left her laughing the hardest to knowing that she was due for this. She barely felt it when the bunched up jeans and panties came off, when she bent down to untie her shoes before taking them off, entertaining the gallery.
“Kennedy, take the position I told you to.”
No fight, no argument, just a girl bending over a chair waiting for what was due to her. She could hear the sound of a belt undoing itself, the leather sliding through the loops, the dangling clinking sound of the metallic catch up front, the creaking leather as it was folded over, she could hear it alright, she could hear it.
“You will be whipped with this belt tonight Kennedy, and you will take every last stroke I hand out. You will NOT break away from the position you are in. You will repeat whatever you are told to and if this form should fall apart in anyway, this whipping will start over from the beginning. Is that clear to you? Answer your friends with the respect they deserve Kennedy.” He was so cold about adding the “friends”. Sandra was drooling like a wolf and Kennedy knew it. Still though….
“Yes sir. I will take the punishment you have for me tonight.”
“Good girl,” he devilishly smiled while patting her naked, exposed bottom. “Good girl indeed.”
Leather whistled through the air like a train running late. It sliced its way to its target landing rudely, wrapping around all of Kennedy’s blazing exposure, leaving a fast-rising welt.
WHAP!!!
How could she help herself? “Ooooowwwwww noo!!!” The first stroke snapped her back awake, back out of her zone to take what was coming.
WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!!
“OHHHHHHH!!! OH No! Please….Please stop Patric!!”
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!!
Like a howl from a wounded animal…..”Noooooooohohohoho!!…..No Patric, please not again!! Not in front of her like this…..”
The wolf licked her chops.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!!
15 licks with a leather belt on a bare ass after a spanking that left it red is more than enough to push a girl getting her first spanking to a point she didn’t expect but should have. Lost in her float, Kennedy could barely feel the first tear run down her cheek and drip onto her hands. She was well on her way now…
“ANYTHING!!,” she barely got out. “Anything to stop!!!” Between humiliating, blubbering sobs she realized what she had just agreed to and began to cry even harder.
“Anything indeed to teach this brat what she needs,” Sandra piped up.
“Well, what idea do we have here,” Patric coolly asked. So unaware to the pain, but knowing full well what Kennedy was going through on the inside, he knew just the way to keep her from getting to close. He knew a few licks from Sandra would leave things just right.
“My dear little Kennedy,” he said patting with each word. “Your lesson today is almost over, but before we get to that point, you need to feel more than stinging. You need to feel more than pain. You, dear brat, need to feel some real humiliation. Humiliation like, having the girl whose relationship you ruined strap you ass with my belt? Not like you get to decide really….” With that the belt was passed to Sandra, whose smile grew ravenous at the now present reality of revenge.
“You filthy brat,” she sharply admonished. “Do you know what kind of paces I am going to put you through? Five licks at a time for you, sorry little newbie brat who wishes she could take it all back….”
Cruelly and with no warning….
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!
“How do you like them? How do you like it? You love it, don’t you? You love to be whipped with a belt, you love to be disciplined in front of us like this, you can’t hide it.”
As much as Kennedy hated to think it, Sandra was right. Kennedy could not hide anymore, and would not either…..
“Yes mam. Yes I like it. Yes I need to be punished, I need to be spanked, I need to be whipped, I…I…I need to know my place…..” The sobs started up again, Kennedy knew she could not take much more.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!!
Gasping for air Kennedy bellowed in pain. The stinging had given way to a full on pain, covering her ass from top to bottom and side to side, not an inch was left pale; everything was a red as a stop light now.
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!!
Feeling the last few catch her thighs right where they meet the bottom of her ass, Kennedy broke. The crying, the pain, the legs weakening, the loss of control of her blubbering and begging for forgiveness, begging to be taken in and owned and controlled and kept by Patric. She didn’t care what Sandra was hearing, she knew she couldn’t leave tonight without it.
“Oh Kennedy, how different things are going to be for you; your life as you came to know it before tonight is over. Your new life will be quite the trial for you. Keep up the terrible behavior that landed you here, and you will be thrown out, but, if you agree to these punishments, the rewards that come with good behavior, if you agree to living the life that you know you need to be, then you will that kept, owned girl you found out tonight that you need to be.”
“Anything Patric…..Anything i can do to prove that i can do this. Name it, say it, DEMAND it and i will make it happen, right here and now…..”
Patric pulled her out of position and draped his arms around her, pulling her close and tight. He had figured that there would be some fighting and kicking along the way, but this was far from expected after one punishment. Fortunately for Kennedy, Patric knew just how to end the evening.
“Sandra dear, you have had your fun for the evening and I think it is time for you to leave. Revenge is one thing, and you certainly found that. Now what I have found, well, that is something you just didn’t even try to answer the call of. I think you know what I have to do…” he finished while still cradling Kennedy. Cradling her in his strong arms like his own, all his own, everything from the inside out, as naked and frozen in a quiet tremble as it was.
Without a word, Sandra, who had been there before but foolishly never told him, walked out of the room. Her own tears were there now, but neither one saw them; Patric was already looking into Kennedy’s eyes by then.
“You listen to me and you listen well girl,” he started. “You belong to me now and nobody else. You answer to me now and nobody else. You do as I say, not what anybody else tells you. You are done running around like this; I’m keeping you as my own. I will treat you like a queen and never forget about you or what you need out of life, but if you ever dare forget who is King around here…”
Before he could finish, she knelt at his feet.
“i am Yours. i belong to You. i will do everything i am told to until You say otherwise. i beg You, let me rise for a kiss. Let me have one new kiss from You sir….from my…my….”
From Master slave, the seal was shut and all was finally well.
