I picture this happening after Season 2, Episode 2 "Karma" of TNT's "Animal Kingdom." Some of it may go into a little of Episode 4 "Broken Boards." I will consider Nicky is 18 in this episode. They mention that J. is 17, but I feel like they are both seniors so she is most likely 18 and an adult.
Disclaimer: I own no part of the show. Warning: This is an erotic discipline/spanking story.
Title: Another Epic Screwup
When Smurf saw the fire damage to her building, she saw red. Thanks to Nicky calling her and then knocking Craig's dumb ass to the floor, he was alive and well enough to catch the rough side of her tongue. He could have died because of his drug use and stupidity. Didn't they already deal with this type of behavior a few months back?
Smurf walked up to the scene of the accident ready to rip Craig a new one. Her hand itched to smack his face. The time she did that was when she rescued him from Renn's cousin's at the meat locker. She still felt guilty. She didn't like to slap her boys in the face. She needed to calm down.
"Do you have any idea how lucky you are
that Nicky called me first?" she yelled. "I'm guessing there was
enough coke in that apartment for a nice federal charge."
Craig couldn't think straight. "Yeah, well,I've got a headache, Smurf.
Why did you get her to hit me so hard?" This ice pack wasn't cutting it.
"I wish she would have smacked the shit out of you. And why is this still going on? Is that girl on birth control?" Smurf continued to yell. He could tell that she was just getting more angry by the second.
She told him that he would have to pay for the renovation himself. He tried to half-heartily apologize but it was too little, too late. "I'm sorry, okay."
She ended up, "No, it's not okay. And now would not be a good time for you to ask me to move back in."
Craig said that he'd find some place else to crash and got on his bike and left.
It was only then that Smurf noticed Nicky wrapped in a yellow emergency blanket. Her idiot son had left the teenager alone and without any pants. She decided to take Nicky in, the girl had no where else to go with her family now in Guam.
Smurf inquired if Nicky and Craig were a thing now. She was mildly surprised to find out that he was going to let Nicky stay with him. All he was supposed to do was get rid of her a few weeks ago when her father was in the house. Now they were living together?
"Why don't you come stay at the house a while?" Smurf asked sincerely.
Nicky agreed. She had no where else to go.
"I'm really sorry that he didn't even bother to give you a pair of pants before storming off," Smurf started.
Nicky nodded, "I'm sorry. I heard what he said to you. I guess he just thinks you will take care of everything, huh?"
"Yes, he does, Sweetie. He's got another thing coming. I guess it's been too long since I beat his ass," Smurf joked.
"I'd like to see that," Nicky laughed.
"Well, stick around long enough and you will. These boys need a firm hand or they go off the rails, you know," Smurf said with conviction.
Smurf knew that she needed Craig to come to her himself when he was truly sorry and they were all ready to admit who was boss. Until then, she would have to bide her time. Her was still her son, though, and she couldn't stand the thought of him suffering. That was her weakness.
-A few hours later, Nicky was set up in Craig's room. His clothes were much too large for her so Smurf had her grab some sweats of J.'s to wear. She took a shower and then walked out to the kitchen to see Smurf mixing them drinks.
"Here, Sweetie, I made you a cocktail. Let's go sit by the pool while the chicken is in the oven," Smurf offered her something red with a lime wedge in it.
"Thanks. Gin?" Nicky didn't really care what kind of alcohol she drank, as long as it got her hammered.
"Vodka, always vodka," Smurf answered quickly, steering her out to the pool.
They talked about Nicky's parents a bit, school, and even J. Smurf made a second round and was starting to slur a bit. Nicky helped get the dinner ready. J. was with the boys, Lena was with her father or Pope. It was to be a ladies night.
"You know, sometimes I look out and I see my boys when they were young in that pool. Playing, fighting, hungry, and dirty. All the time, it's so much work, it's tiring. It can be hard. Now, I would give anything to have that time back," Smurf said sadly.
Nicky didn't really know why anyone wanted kids. Her little step brother could be cute, but was often a pain in the ass.
"I'm sorry, Smurf. I don't know what happened...You don't have to tell me," Nicky said with sympathy.
"Oh, honey, it's the same old story: a woman gives up her life for her children. Then, they think they don't need her anymore. Then, she is alone and they move on. But they do need me!" Smurf said with feeling.
"Of course they do. I mean, they are SO lucky to have you. My mom, she took off and left my dad. We don't even know where she is. She wasn't like you, though," Nicky said sadly.
"Do you know how powerful you are?" Smurf asked. "My son doesn't appreciate you. What do you want from Craig?"
Nicky thought a moment, "I just want to party and have fun...I really don't know."
"Well, he should treat you better. Leaving you without any pants! I swear I was tempted to wear him out right there in front of everyone," Smurf said firmly. "My boys need a lot of discipline."
"You sound like my stepmom. I mean there were a few times she tried to spank me. Well, I mean, she's given me a few smacks when I was really bad, but never as much as I deserved. My dad wouldn't let her. He said I was too old," Nicky laughed, a bit embarrassed to have maybe overshared. The vodka wasn't helping.
Smurf chuckled, "My boys know there is no such thing."
"Well, this one time, she caught me sneaking out. She started chasing me with this old belt she kept in the closet. I lock myself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out. My dad got her calmed down. He tells me I'm grounded which was a joke, but anyway, I go to my room. A few hours later I woke up to hearing this 'whap, whap, whap' sound. I was afraid to get out of bed, but I swear my dad was squirming in his chair the next morning!" Nicky confided, laughing.
Smurf giggled, "No, she-him-with a belt! Jesus christ,ha, I knew I liked that woman."
Nicky continued, "I thought it was in my head but he couldn't even look me in the eye. Then, I saw mom give him a look and he stopped squirming and told me I was grounded for real. After that, I knew who was running things. I'd start to notice them fighting and then the same routine the next day. It seemed like they were happy."
Smurf confided, "You know I think the key to delivering a good spanking is to not stop until they are truly sorry. All men are are little boys, they never really grow up. You have to make sure that they know you care, but that they deserve the punishment they are getting. You just have to keep going and then comfort them after. Also, don't wear out your damn hand! It will hurt you, more than them."
Nicky started to ask more about this intriguing topic, but then saw J. out of the corner of her eye.
J. opened up the sliding doors. He innocently asked, "What's going on here? Any chicken left?"
Both ladies burst into drunken laughter.
A few days later, Smurf and J. were gone. Nicky was home alone, drunk and bored. Her friends were all busy and she missed Craig. After the fire, he seemed to be blowing her off. She opened a bottle of wine and said to herself that she would text him one last time.
Surprisingly, he said that he'd be over asap. He came in looking like he had been working. He seemed to be rubbing his shoulder as if it was bothering him. He asked her not to tell Smurf about Deran's bar. She promised not to. She felt sad for Smurf that her boys were still icing her out. Smurf was a great mother. She had made Nicky feel so welcomed. She gave her money for clothes, but Nicky was still wearing J.'s sweats and old t-shirts.
Craig was starting to piss her off. Smurf was right, he treated her like shit. She told him that she was tired, drunk, and wanted to have sex. He said, "Me, too" and followed her to his bedroom.
In her boredom earlier, she had snooped all over the house. She found a little packet of Molly or E. in Craig's sock drawer. Well, it was more of a bong and pipe drawer since he had very few pairs of socks.
She turned and dangled the baggie, "We could have some fun with this. I found it in your drawer."
"Wow, that's E. Yeah, it's kinda old, but we can still roll with it," he said slipping the little pill on his tongue. She did the same.
"When is Smurf going to be back?" Craig said conversationally.
"We have the place to ourselves all weekend," she smiled, kissing him.
"Cool. That's probably for the best," he confessed smirking.
Nicky pulled back, "You know she was crying over all this. She's really upset. I mean, it's just not right."
"Hey, hey, don't fall into her bullshit. You've known her like a week," Craig pleaded. "She can be a real bitch." Crying? Smurf was crying?
"Craig, that's your mother. I would give anything to have my mom around. But she's been MIA for fucking years," Nicky said with an accusing look. "You know, maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"No, no, the E. is starting to kick in. I need you, Nicky. You're right. It's just there's a lot going on that I can't explain. Oh, ow, my shoulder...I think I pulled a muscle helping Deran with the bar," he explained.
"Lie down. I found some massage oil stuff in the closet. Actually, I found a lot of weird shit, but maybe it will help? Lay on your stomach. Take off your clothes," Nicky went to get the stuff.
Craig did as she told him. The E. was starting to make him feel better, but he had pulled something in his back. Would Deran give him worker's comp.? Probably not. He just wanted to get laid and then go back and help Deran with the bar. Co-owner sounded nice.
Nicky took off her sweats and g-string and started smoothing the oil over Craig's back. It was the kind that heated up. God, he did have a fantastic body. The surfing left him with a deep tan and rippling muscles. She straddled him and started rubbing out the knots in his tense back.
"Ah, that's good. A little to the left. Harder. Yep, right there. Thanks," Craig said gratefully. She was a cool chick. He remembered leaving her after the fire half naked after she had saved his life. God, he was an asshole.
"Hey Nicky..." he said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, man, I'm sorry about leaving after the fire. I was so pissed at Smurf that I just took off. That was a dick move," he confessed.
"Yeah, I was wrapped in that freaking hideous blanket freezing and still high...If your mom wouldn't have taken me, I don't know what I would have done. I mean my phone burned up," Nicky said, almost now just realizing how he had left her high and dry. "Your mom said you needed your ass beat."
She turned and cracked her hand down hard on his ass. All of her weight was on him and he was in too much shoulder pain to move.
"Ouch! I bet she did. I actually treated her like shit, too. I guess we all blame everything on her like we are five," Craig admitted.
"Yes, little boy, you were mean to your mommy. Bad little boy! When was the last time you got a good spanking?" Nikki laughed and brought her hand down three more times.
"Aww, sooner than you would think..." he cried as she smacked him again hard. "What are you going to do? Spank me?" He was kind of getting turned on, was it the E., the girl or something else?
Nicky poured more oil into her hands and started smoothing it over Craig's firm behind. She was now straddling him the opposite way. She went down to his thighs in long, steady strokes as Craig moaned. She leaned over more to do his calves. Every few minutes, she would take a whack as his ass. She also was kissing and licking his back. God, she was rolling so hard. She started pressing herself again him, as she cracked down on his exposed behind. Her hand was starting to sting. A slight blush appeared on his backside.
She thought about how her dad was possibly disciplined by her stepmom. It seemed to do him some good, if it were true. Maybe she could do the same for Craig?
"You know, Craig, you really have done some bad things, haven't you? If you misbehave, you need to be punished, don't you agree?" she inquired, now rubbing his back again. She leaned down and softly kissed his neck, pressing her breasts into his back. She heard him moan louder.
"Yea...oww, please, Nicky, you're really hitting me too hard!" Craig whined.
"Hitting you? I'm giving you a spanking for your behavior, young man. Don't you agree you deserve it?" Nicky mimicked things she had heard her stepmom say.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" she scolded, now whacking him more and more firmly. Stopping every few seconds to rub away the sting. More oil, more spanks, more rubbing.
"Yes! Ouch, yes, I'm a prick. I used you. I used my mom...I..ow...can't deal with it," Craig was feeling paralyzed by pleasure and pain. He had done some wild shit in bed, but never this. He was wiggling and trying to avoid her hand, but also wanting it.
"Your bottom is getting a little pink. But I think it needs to be a lot more red, don't you?" Nicky asked. Bringing the flat of her hand down sternly, alternating cheeks. He was starting to buck and thrash around a bit more. Her body was keeping him steady and flat down on the bed. The knee in the back was working for now. Should she tie him up?
"Yes, I guess. It hurts, though," Craig was feeling comforted even as his ass burned and the rest of his senses hummed. He thought they would have sex as soon as they got in the room, but he wasn't sure that he wouldn't explode before that. Would that earn him another hard spanking?
Nicky glanced around the room, "Yes, naughty boy, you made my hand hurt. I'm going to have to spank you extra hard for that. Maybe another bedtime spanking? Don't move a muscle." She got up for second to retrieve a flip flop half under the bed. Didn't she remember one of her Mexican friends talking about getting it with a shoe? It was a thing. Her hand needed a break. Craig should do a better job of cleaning up his room. Another lesson for him to learn.
The flip flop was surprisingly solid. This was going to smart.
Smack. . Whack. Smack. Whack. Crack! He reached a hand back to protect his backside. She turned to pin that hand to his back, she leveraged her weight to pin him down. .Crack. Wow, this slipper made a loud pop every time it smacked down. Good thing they were alone.
"Ouch, ouch. Stop. What the hell is that? It burns!" Craig would have flipped over if her knee wasn't strategically placed on his back. He did out weight her, but at this angle, he'd have to flip her off the bed to get her off.
"It's a shoe, you brat. It's going to teach you some manners! First of all, treat women with some respect.(Swat, Swat, Swat.) Second of all,(Crack!Crack!) grow up. Third of all, don't you ever (Smack!) call your mother a bitch again, (Smack! Smack! CRACK!)" Nicky scolded in a nonsense way. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"I won't. I swear! Stop...please, Nicky. It really hurts. Fuck!" Craig cried, not being about to help himself.
"Do you want me to wash out your mouth with soap? Watch it, young man!" Nicky was really getting into this. She liked being in charge for a change.
Craig was thrashing and almost throwing her off as she assaulted his behind hard with the slipper. His bottom was still shiny from the oil, but now a bright red. She paddled him with her hand about then more times, laying the slipper on his back.
"Are you going to behave yourself? Or maybe you need more swats with the slipper? " Pop...pop...pop.
She thought she heard him say, "Yes, ma'am," but she wasn't sure over the loud smacking sound.
She finally put down the slipper and rubbed both of his cheeks. She could feel the heat radiating off of them. She was sweating and more turned on that she had ever been in her life. His breath hitched. Did she make him cry? Oh my God, did she go too far? What had she done? He flipped to his side as she got off him. He opened his arms and took her in them tenderly.
She wiped away his tears and said, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
"No, you didn't hurt me anymore than I deserved. I'm going to try to be better, you'll see. If not, well, then...I guess you just grab that fucking sandal thing again. God, my ass! Where did you learn to spank like that? S and M school? "
She licked away his salty tears and pressed herself to him. She needed him now. He was panting and kissing her deeper than he ever had. They were high, but together. Craig pulled her closer and finally made love to her. Unlike their usual sessions, he looked at her. When she grasped his ass and pulled him into her, he exploded and so did she.
After, as they lay panting and spent, he smiled said, "You know, I deserved that spanking, I admit it...but what if you screw up? Do I get to help you out with the guilt and your behavior issues? Hmm. I seem to remember you skipping school for the last week."
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? Perv," Nicky teased.
"I'm a perv. Oh my god, that's it. When my shoulder is better, you better watch your ass, darlin'," Craig promised. At the same time he wondered what brought this on. I mean, where had she learned to spank like that? She was relentless. He was sore, but he wanted more...of her.
"I look forward to it," she said as she went to get them bottles of water. He rubbed his stinging butt with both hands. Damn, he was going to be squirming for a few days after this, but he felt better at the same time.