Caution: Spoilers for Season 3 of TNT's "Animal Kingdom."
Nicky gets into trouble with a drug dealer and calls J. He deals with that and then Nicky steals more drugs. J. needs to nip this in the bud.
Warning: M/F spanking, hand, belt. Language and sexual reference warning.
J. was screwing Mia in that root cellar at a party when he got the text that she needed help. J. had never liked Nicky's drug use, but he also didn't want to judge or control us. Another part of him was used to it, from living with his mom. Now, he drug use was causing her to run up bills of $1k that they no longer had. He was busting his ass trying to keep the family afloat while Smurf was in prison. His uncles wouldn't help much and all he needed from Nicky was for her to take it easy with the money. What did she do? Ran up a $1000 coke bill. J. was furious.
For better or worse, Mia drove him and ended up knocking out the dealer after Nicky stole an additional $500 more of coke for her little party tonight.
"Hi, I'm Nicky," she said to Mia who only replied, "I know." What was going on here?
Back at Smurf's, J. didn't have time to deal with this. He had to leave again. She had her party and her fun. She even tried to blow him before he left. When he rejected this, she finally said she was sorry lamely as he walked away.
J. came home tired but still aggravated. Things were not great with Smurf and the pressure was building up. He still had Nicky to deal with. He wasn't quite sure how to handle this. Things were so different now than when he got her that case of beer for $5. Now, the stakes were higher and so was she. This had to stop.
"Nicky, we need to talk," J. announced in Smurf's bedroom where they had taken up. He felt a little weird about that. It was a lot bigger and more comfortable than Pope's old room though.
Nicky was still in bed although it was 3 pm.
"Come on, get up," J. said firmly.
"Fine, I'm up. It was a wild time last night. I got really messed up, ya know?" Nicky laughed.
"Yeah, I do know. We will talk about that in a minute. First though, do you remember when you were with Craig?" J. asked pointedly.
"Of course, I do, it was like a month ago," Nicky said not knowing where he was going.
"This one night, I was walking through and I heard these weird sounds," J. confessed.
Nicky groaned, remembering the night they were on molly and had gotten a little kinky. Well, she had. Craig was just kind of there.
"Oh my god, how much did you hear?" Nicky asked panicked. She had thought the house was empty, but she was really high.
"Just a lot of whacking and you giving Craig a pretty good tongue lashing," J. admitted. "Believe me, I wasn't trying to listen but you guys were super loud."
"Yeah, we were on molly and he had just left me without pants, you know, at the fire before that. I sat on him and spanked his ass hard with a flip flop. It just happened," Nicky remembered. "Even Craig admitted that he deserved it."
"So you did it for him?" J. inquired.
"Yeah, I mean, he took it. I'm sure he could have thrown me off if he wanted to, but he took it because he needed it. I guess," Nicky had more viewed that as a weird sex thing after the fact. She had gotten off on bossing him around. It never happened again and their relationship, if you could call it that, just fizzled out.
"I know you might have figured this out, but do you how many times my mom disciplined me? Told me what to do? Helped me with stuff? " J. asked staring deeply into her eyes.
"Um, never?" Nicky admitted.
"That's right. I never had a bed time or to brush my teeth. Nothing was right or wrong. It was all survival. Nicky, I never got to be a kid. I never had the luxury of screwing up and getting corrected," J. said honestly.
"Okay, but what does this all have to do with me?" Nicky wondered. She knew J. was smart, but she had no ideas what he was proposing.
"You are acting like an out of control, child. You know how much stress I'm under now and you are just making things worse. I love you, but I can't do this anymore. And that little stunt you pulled with the drug dealer?" J. asked directly.
"J., I am sorry about that. But I'm not like you, I'm used to doing stupid stuff and then yelled at by my dad. I then feel guilty and that just makes me feel worse, and do more stupid shit," Nicky admitted.
J. was ready to drive his point home, "That's why I'm going to spank you from now on. No more second or third choices. I'm going to give you some rules and when you screw up...Bam, you are over my knee."
Nicky didn't hate the idea, it was sort of hot, but how hard would he hit here. She knew J. would never truly hurt her, right?
"I trust you, babe. I mean it is a little kinky, but...yeah, let's do it," Nicky giggled. She liked playing house with J. If she was what she had to do to make him happy, she was game.
"Nicky, it's not like that. Once I start spanking you, I'm not going to stop until you learned your lesson. Crying, begging, and telling me to stop aren't going to work, okay?" J. said seriously. She thought this was another big joke.
"Um, J., for someone who never got spanked, you seem to know an awful lot about it. I know you are smart, but this is kind of weird," Nicky said suspiciously.
"I said that my mother never spanked me..." J. said pointedly. He really didn't want to get into details.
"But someone did. Who?" Nicky had to know, J. seemed to have a lot of secrets. After two years, shouldn't she know all this stuff?
"Never mind that. Let's get this over with," J. said pulling her to him.
"No, wait, it was that Dina, wasn't it? The one whose house you still go to, right? The one who feeds you," Nicky smiled having figured out something he didn't want her to know. He gently guided her over his lap.
"Yeah, it was. Dina was more of a mom to me when we lived across the street from us, my mom was like an older sister, a high one.." J. admitted reluctantly.
"So she would just...whack you whenever?" Nicky pressed on, as J. was gently patting her backside and rubbing her back. "That feels good, babe."
"Nah, she would take care of me when my mom was gone or on a bender. This one time, I was home alone and I caught the house on fire. Another time I was throwing knives at other kids on the block. Bad stuff that could have put me in foster care. I mean, yeah, she would spank me for talking back and crap like that, but I learned pretty quick to respect her. It was just the bigger stuff that I would really get it bad for doing," J. smiled remembering how Dina saved him many times from danger. Dina was a petite and pretty African American woman, but to J., she was as fierce as a tiger when it came to protecting him from himself.
J. shifted her, since when did she sleep in jean shorts. Maybe it was too late for this and she was too far gone. But J. thought, she is worth the effort, I have to try.
"Oh, that makes more sense. J., I'm scared, though, I never really got a real spanking," Nicky whined as she stared down at Smurf's floor. Her legs were resting on the bed but she was diagonal. She was resting her head on her crossed arms, she felt vulnerable in this position. She realized it would be hard to move.
"I know it is probably long overdue. It will be over soon," J. reassured her. "You ready?"
"No, but I don't think I ever will be," Nicky moaned, now starting to regret that she had agreed to this.
J. smacked her denim covered backside lightly. It almost felt pleasant and relaxing. He went from side to side, going harder, but still not causing her to feel much. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. She wiggled just to see if she could.
J. realized that he might not know what he was doing. These jeans had to come down.
"Nicky, raise up. I'm going to take down your shorts," he said unbuttoning them and sliding them down to her knees.
"Yes, master," she joked.
"Don't be a smart ass *crack* when you are over my knee! Behave yourself." J. said raising his hand higher and bringing it down in a satisfying crack. He was maybe liking this too much.
"Owww..." Nicky screeched, shocked at how much more that smarted.
Glancing back she realized that she was wearing a thong. Today of all days, she had meant to do laundry but then fell asleep.
"Nice panties," J. smiled, enjoying the site of her still white cheeks. He couldn't help but rubbing her behind a little. He was after all, still a teenage boy. Spank! Spank! Spank!
Nicky gasped and tried to stay still. The smacks were heating up her behind quickly. Was he smacking the same areas now? She wiggled her backside to try to alleviate some of the burning, yet that feeling was growing fast.
"I love you *whap* but you are *whap* out of control *whap*, little girl," J. lectured, now swatting her harder and faster.
Nicky was starting to kick her legs and trying to push herself up. This only earned her five more hard spanks. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Stay still, Nicky. You promised to cooperate," J. reminded her, now covering her entire lower bottom with stinging swats. He couldn't say this wasn't satisfying, but he didn't want to truly hurt her.
"Fuck you, J. I'm done. It hurts. Stop," Nicky roared, now thrashing and trying to get up. His left arm was pinning her down. Her legs were kicking and her butt was getting red in places. J. decided it was time to pay some attention to her sit spots. She raised her head and howled in pain.
"You stay down *crack* or you are *crack* getting extra swats, *whack*Whack*WHACK* do you understand?" J. started to remember all the things Dina used to say to him as she was roasting his backside. It's funny how it all came back to him.
Nicky shrieked and tried to reach back with one hand.
"Keep your hands up there or I will spank you again hard before bed tonight. You will be one sore little girl. Stop!" J. said sternly. He had never talked to her like this, but he did expect her to behave during her spanking at least.
"No extras, J. Ouch. J, I'm sorry, I will stop with the drugs. Just stop," Nicky pleaded. Cursing herself for agreeing to this. It was more fun to whack Craig with that slipper than be on the receiving end.
"J., it really burns. Stop. I will be good," Nicky was now sobbing.
J.'s hand was smarting and it was getting harder to hold her down. He spanked her steadily another twenty swats in silence. He was spanking her firmly and his hand was going numb. He needed a break.
"Nicky, from now one, you can party, but in moderation. That means not getting shit-faced every time you have a beer. I'm not your dad, you can do coke, but a line or two. We don't have the money for you to buy it. You clean up after yourself. You are not the maid, you don't have to do the whole house, but pick up after yourself at least, okay?" J. said thinking of what else he wanted from her.
He smacked her thong encased rear hard to get a response from the crying girl.
"Yes, J. I'll listen. Just stop, I'll do it," Nicky promised wanting to avoid anymore cracks to her sore bottom.
"And Nicky, if you ever try to do sexual stuff to be to try to manipulate me again, this last part will seem like a pat on the ass," J. said in a low voice, still angry to she tried to blow him so he wouldn't be mad about the dealer.
J. quickly unbuckled his belt and tore it out of the loops. Nicky heard the sound and tried to get up, but J. left arm pinned her down again.
"Oh no, we're not done here," J. said firmly. Dina always used to finish up a hand spanking with a few licks of the belt. It always drove her point home to him, especially when he tried to sit the next day.
Nicky panicked, "Is that your belt? No, J., I can't take the belt. I'm too sore already. It will hurt."
"Yes, it will. You need to behave now and do as you are told for once. You're getting five licks. Count them," J. said evenly. He had to think of her on her knees in front of him to steel himself to do this. He folded the belt in his right hand and rubbed her backside with it.
"Nicky, if you don't listen, you are getting ten hard ones. And I'll spank you before bed tonight," J. again promised her.
"Nooo, I can't, J." Nicky wailed.
Snap! Her brought the belt down firmly with a snap, but not hard.
"Arggh. ONE. ONE, J.," Nicky sobbed. J. could see red marks from the belt. He knew this hurt over the hard spanking he had given her.
Crack.
"Twooooo..."
Whap.
"Ahhh. Three, stop..."
Whack! He made this one a little harder.
"FOUR! J., please. Stop. I will listen..No.."
Smack! He was laying the swats a little below her backside on the top of her thighs.
He cracked down the belt hard because she had failed to count. She was a stubborn girl. Whack!
"Five, fuck, five, stop..please," Nicky shouted.
J. tossed the belt on the bed and picked her up. Her face was splotchy and covered in tears. He wiped her face with his handkerchief gently. Her hands went immediately to her scorched behind trying desperately to rub out the sting. As he held her, he looked behind her to inspect the damage. She was still wearing the white thong and it made her spanked behind look even redder. He thought he had had worse spankings as a kid, but maybe for her first he went too far?
"Shh, it's over. I'm sorry I had to do that. I love you," J. cooed at her, now just wanting things to be good between them.
"Me too, it stings so bad though, J. I never knew that a spanking could hurt that much," Nicky mumbled. Maybe if her dad had let her stepmom wallop her like she wanted to, Nicky would have her shit together.
"You did good, babe. It's over. Lay down. I'll be back," J. laid her down on Smurf's bed and came back with some expensive looking serum he found in the bathroom. This may do.
J. had tried to control his arousal, but seeing her firm smacked ass, was really doing it for him.
He had his left while he gingerly pulled down the thong. J. carefully rubbed the silky serum all over her red backside and thighs. He could see the marks from the belt. He really hadn't swatted her that hard but her skin was pale and swollen.
Nicky moaned and wiggled under his hands. He kissed the backside that he had just warmed up and soon they were tangled in each others arms.
"J., I love you, too. I swear you won't have to do that again. It hurt but now, the tingling...like maybe sometimes you could do it, but not that hard? Hmm, like maybe if I only misbehave a little, I get a little spanking? J., want to go again?" Nicky giggled. Her bottom was still warm and smarting, yet she never felt more cleansed.
Without answering, J. laughed and lightly smacked her rear softly as they did it again.
For now, they were okay, he felt like he had made his point. J. thought no more about it as he held Nicky tightly. No matter what happens with them, J. felt like he had given it his best shot. He put the fact that he had slept with Mia out of his mind, he didn't want Mia. He just wanted Nicky. And J. realized, he really liked being in charge, a lot. He felt a new confidence in himself that he didn't know he had.
J. liked being the boss.