So, this is going to be in a couple parts and I have been working on this for awhile. Mind you while working on it I have been in very odd headspaces, so you may or may not notice it as you read it. Also, for those that need a warning about spanking being in the chapter you are going to be reading, this has spanking in it. So, be warned if that is something you aren't a fan of. Also, for those that aren't a fan of swearing this does have swearing in it as well. As well as a mouth soaping punishment.
Otherwise, enjoy and hopefully I won't make you all wait to long for the last part of this chapter, since it is almost ready to be posted as well, just not quite. Hoping some reviews from you all will change that and help encourage me to finish this chapter, because I think it is time for Olivia to get into some trouble *EVIL GIGGLES*
It took me a couple of hours to finish my chores, and then I was pretty much restricted to my room because of the trouble I was in for stealing the CDs at the mall earlier and having to write the damn essay that my dad, Sam, assigned me on stealing.
I sighed and pulled out my notebook and began working on my essay, hoping to get most of it done before bed because I hated writing essays. I'd much rather have been assigned writing lines, even though those are a pain to do as well, but at least I don't struggle with them as much as the damn essays.
It couldn't have been long before I heard my older sister Olivia come home and skip up the steps, then come into my room, knocking on my door once to let me know it was her before she spoke. "Hey sis, how did things go with Dad earlier?"
"Not good," I sighed, putting down my pencil and looking at my notebook page which didn't have much written on it yet. "I got a spanking," I whispered, "and he assigned an essay. I fucking hate essays sis." I sat up a bit on my bed so she could sit down next to me. "Not to mention I had to work on my chores."
Olivia shook her head. "Sorry sis," she said and gave me a hug. "Good luck with the essay."
"Yeah thanks," I said as I hugged her back.
She was about to ask me something else, but before she could Uncle Dean came into my room. "Alright, you," he said as he pointed to Olivia, "need to go and find something to do, since I need to 'talk' with your sister for a bit." I held onto her hand for a second to try and keep her from leaving, because I kinda had a feeling I knew why Uncle Dean wanted to 'talk' with me, but I knew she didn't have an idea why.
When Uncle Dean noticed Olivia not moving, he snapped his fingers at her. "You have till I count to three to move out of here or you will be getting exactly what I give her, is that what you want?"
Olivia quickly pulled her hand away from mine then and jumped off the bed, holding her hands up. "No, I don't want that, you don't have to count. I'm going," she said and quickly skipped out of my room, realizing that I was about to get my ass beat.
I sighed as I saw Uncle Dean close the door behind Olivia. This didn't look good.
"Ummm, heya Uncle Dean. How are you?" I asked a bit nervously, scooting back closer to the wall.
"Don't 'heya Uncle Dean' me, little girl," he glared, totally ignoring the rest of what I said. "I can't believe I had to drive your Dad to the mall to pick you up for stealing! Care to explain that to me?"
I shook my head 'no'.
He walked closer to my bed. "Excuse me? I didn't hear you, what was that?"
I sighed, making sure I was as close to the wall as I could get. "I...I... don't know."
"You don't know?" he growled.
I stayed quiet and played with the hem of my t-shirt.
"This makes your second time stealing something, little girl," he scolded.
"I know," I whispered, remembering the first time.
"Oh you do? Because you could have fooled me by doing it again," he snapped at me.
"Yeah I do. I just wanted a fucking CD and I didn't have the fucking money for it," I snapped. "I also wanted to hang out with my boyfriend!" I knew I wasn't allowed to swear, but at that moment I didn't care. I was too upset to stop myself.
I felt Uncle Dean pull me away from the wall without saying a word, and I tried to fight him by hitting at him, but it was no use. He got me to my feet, then turned me and swatted my bottom a good six times HARD before he finally spoke. "You don't speak to me like that, little girl," he scolded. "Do you understand me?" He landed three more swats to my bottom.
I nodded, not wanting to speak.
"Uh huh, out loud. Do you understand me?" Uncle Dean asked again, a few more swats landing on my bottom.
I was starting to cry. "Yes."
"Good." He then took a seat on my bed and pulled me in front of him. "Look at me."
I shook my head, 'no'.
"Look. At. Me." But when he realized I still wasn't going to, he took ahold of my chin and forced me. "Your little temper tantrum just earned you extra punishment than what you were already getting..."
I interrupted him then by stomping my foot and glaring at him. "That isn't fair! You can't do that!" I stomped my foot again to try and make my point and even tried to pull away from him, but with the hold he still had on me, since I was known for running, it was no use.
He shook his head. "Really? Is that how you want this to go, little girl?"
I just continued to glare at him, and snapped, "Yeah really!"
I guess a part of him was expecting it, because at my response, he quickly undid my jeans and pulled me over his knee, pinning my legs so that I couldn't kick. Then he pulled down my panties to mid thigh and began spanking me with his hand over and over, making sure to cover every inch of my bottom, sit spots, and upper thighs. I couldn't help but squirm and yelp and cry out at times, trying my best to get away, but he had it to where I couldn't. And when I threw my hand back to block, he simply pinned it to my lower back and continued spanking me.
"Okkkkk, pllllleeeeeasssseeee," I begged not long after I threw my hand back to block. "I don't want it to go... this way..." I balled my free hand into a fist and banged the bed. "Let's start overrrrrr..." I trailed off hoping he would listen.
I could hear Uncle Dean laugh for a moment. "Start over? You've already made your choice, little girl," he replied as he continued spanking me. "There is no starting over!" He gave me a few more swats to my sit spots. "I want you to kick your jeans off and go stand in the corner, is that understood?" A few more swats landed on my sit spots.
"Yessssss," I whined into my bedspread.
A few more HARD swats fell to my sit spots before Uncle Dean pulled up my panties, then helped me up to my feet. I quickly kicked off my jeans and headed over to the corner I had been standing in earlier that afternoon and sighed, wondering how long I would be standing there this time.
As I stood there, I could hear Uncle Dean get something from across the room, then sit back down on my bed. I could only imagine it was the damn hairbrush that my dad had used on me earlier, but I wasn't about to turn around and find out until I was allowed to.
I sighed and kicked the wall to try and distract myself from thinking about why I was standing there. However, my reward for that was Uncle Dean coming up behind me and swatting my bottom about six times hard. I yelped at each one and threw my hands back to prevent more from landing, and it worked for a second. But then he put his hands on either side of the walls next to me and glared down in my direction, making me feel much younger and smaller than I really was.
"Really? Kicking walls while in the corner, little girl," he growled. "You want to make things worse on yourself by throwing temper tantrums?"
I shook my head, 'no'. Even though I did a bit ago, but with him standing right behind me now? No way.
He sighed. "Out loud, little girl."
"No," I mumbled into the corner, not wanting to look up at him right then.
"Are you sure? Because you haven't even been in the corner five minutes and you're already kicking it."
I sighed, then shrugged. I didn't want to answer. I wanted to shake my head 'no', but I was getting pissed at him each time he told me to say something out loud. So I wanted to make sure I thought this through before I gave my response, especially with him right behind me.
"I just didn't want to think about things and..." I trailed off for a second, then continued a moment later, "kicking the wall while in the corner sometimes helps me avoid doing so."
He took a step back. "Not a good excuse. Don't let me catch you kicking walls again while you're in the corner or else, understood?"
"Understood," I replied.
He trampled back over to my bed and the mattress screeched under his weight when he sat. I guess he was expecting me to still stand in the damn corner quietly and not kick the walls anymore? Well, I wasn't in the mood to let that happen now that he wasn't standing right behind me. I took a deep breath and then quietly turned around and glared at him for a second before I started in on yet another temper tantrum.
Stomping my foot I yelled, "NO! I can kick the walls of the FUCKING corners if I FUCKING want to!" I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. "You can't tell me I can't FUCKING do that!" I stomped my foot again, still glaring at him.
Before I'd even finished my tantrum, Uncle Dean was already up and marching towards me. He took hold of my upper arm and turned me to the side so he could swat my bottom another six times. I yelped and cried out, throwing my free hand back to try and block more swats from landing.
"I'm sorry, please no more, I didn't mean it. I won't kick walls anymore!" I said as I was led over to my bed, where Uncle Dean sat down for a moment.
"Little girl, I'm sick and tired of your temper tantrums," he scolded as he pulled me over his knee once more, pinning my legs with his again. He then pulled my panties down to mid thigh once more, then picked up the heavy hairbrush and rested the smooth wood on my bottom. It felt cool for a second, but then the flurry of hard swats began along with his scolding. "Your swearing is out of control and is going to be dealt with in just a moment with a bar of soap, but first I'm going to make sure you know who's in charge, because you seem to think you are right now and you aren't, little girl."
"Ooooowwwww, noooooo, pleassssseeeee," I whined and squirmed, trying to free myself and escape the damn hairbrush. "I'll be good," I cried into my bedspread.
"I'm sure you will be good once we're done," he replied, continuing the spanking, making sure to focus on my sit spots and upper thighs. I couldn't take it anymore and threw my hand back to block, but it was simply grabbed and restrained to my lower back. Not long after, a few more swats landed on my sit spots, then the spanking stopped for a moment and I felt my panties being pulled up. I then felt Uncle Dean help me to my feet. He took both my hands in his and looked at me. "No more tantrums, they are only going to make things worse for you, little girl," he scolded before he stood up and started leading me towards my bedroom door.
I froze. "Wait!? Where are we going?"
He stopped. "Excuse me? You're not the one in charge, so there is no 'wait' happening, little girl." He eyed me. "You will find out where we are going when I get you there, won't you?"
I couldn't believe this. Why wasn't he telling me what was going on? I deserved to know! I wasn't sure how to answer him without throwing another tantrum, so I decided it was best to just not say anything right then.
He ran a hand through his hair and then down his face. He was trying to figure out what to do with my not answering his questions this time. After a moment he must have decided it was fine that I didn't answer him, because he continued to escort me towards the exit of my room.
Once in the hallway, I hoped that we didn't run into Olivia or Dad. That would be so SUPER embarrassing since I was only in my t-shirt and panties, and you could clearly see that I was in trouble with Uncle Dean by the way he was escorting me straight to the bathroom and the fact that my butt was red. I wanted to protest, but I didn't want to make a scene and draw attention to us, so I let him drag me into the bathroom.
He closed the lid of the toilet and pointed as he freed his hold on me. "Sit and don't you dare think of running, little girl."
I nodded and sat gingerly like instructed, but then quietly spoke up. "I wasn't going to run, Uncle Dean. I just wanted to ask if you could shut the door please?"
He eyed me for a moment, then shook his head 'no'. "Not happening, we aren't going to be in here long."
"Please..." I whined. "I don't want them seeing or hearing anything!"
Without a word, Uncle Dean lifted me from my seat and swatted my already-sore backside a few times hard. "You seem to have forgotten again who's in charge here," he scolded with a couple of swats to my thighs. "The door is staying open, and if that's embarrassing for you, then maybe it'll help you think twice before you throw your temper tantrums and swear at me, little girl. I could really care less if they see you get your mouth soaped right now, because at least they will know your swearing has been dealt with!" He gave a final two swats and sat me back down.
I was blushing and trying to hide my face with my hands because I was crying and that wasn't like me to do. I was also pissed he would scold and spank me like that, especially since he was known for making sure to keep punishments private. So, now why was he trying to make this one NOT private? Was it because of my tantrums and swearing at him? Ugh, this is so unfair! I thought to myself. I wiped the few tears away and then did my best to calm down by taking deep breaths. The scolding didn't help my temper any and I was trying so hard to keep it under control right then.
As I sat there and watched my Uncle Dean begin getting a bar of soap wet and making it all sudsy with bubbles, I couldn't help but try and keep an eye past him, in case I had to try and slam the bathroom door shut to keep anyone from seeing anything.
"Open!" Uncle Dean ordered, snapping me out of my worries about someone seeing.
I shook my head, 'no'.
Exasperated, he snapped, "Fine, we can do this the hard way, little girl. I'm going to start counting and if I get to three and you haven't opened your mouth, you are getting my belt!" He then sighed as he eyed me, before he flatly stated, "One."
I just sat there for a second, trying to figure out my game plan before I heard, "Two."
Shit! So not fair! I was still pissed he wouldn't shut the damn door and I didn't want to submit to a punishment that anyone could walk in on. I sighed and was just about to obey when I heard, "Three."
Fuck! No! He just said three! And I didn't even have time to obey… this is so not fair!
"Really, little girl? After all that begging for me to shut the door…" He stood, eyeing me as he set down the bar of soap. My tummy began doing flip flops when I saw him reach for his belt, unbuckling it and whipping it out from the loops.
"Uncle Dean…" I began, wanting to beg for him to stop. Why did I have to push him to do this? My heart was racing and my palms sweaty. Was he really going to spank me with his belt?
Without listening to my plea, he doubled over the belt and snapped it once, causing me to jump and look up at him. "You've been testing me all day, so you know you've earned this."
I didn't fight as he pulled me to my feet, just nodded 'yes'...
"Not a smart move, little girl." He then turned me towards the sink. "Place your hands on the counter and don't you dare move them, then stick your bottom out," he ordered.
As I placed my left hand on the counter I couldn't help but glance to my right and think about running to avoid all of the trouble I was in. However, I felt Uncle Dean's hand on my left upper arm and he leaned in close. "If you are thinking about running right now, I seriously suggest you don't, because I will catch you and wear your ass out with my belt wherever I catch you, then drag you back in here to wash your mouth out. Is that what you want, little girl?"
I really wanted to run, but I didn't want the other part of the punishment if it happened. How was I to tell him that without running?
"Please...shut… the…. d…."
He didn't let me finish. "No, not shutting the door," he simply stated, then continued. "Seeing as how you are wanting to choose the run option, we will do this a different way, because I really don't feel like chasing you right now, little girl." He then simply pulled me over to where I had just been sitting on the toilet lid and sat down, then pulled me over his lap. "Why are you getting this spanking, little girl?"
I was so confused and embarrassed. "I ummm...because I wouldn't let you put the soap in my mouth and made you count?"
"Mmmhmm," he answered, "sounds about right. Let's see if my belt will change your mind on fighting me when we try again, little girl." And with that he simply pulled down my panties and took his folded over belt and began cracking it down on my bottom, sit spots, and thighs.
I did my best not to make a huge scene during the belting with my crying, begging, or fighting him, because I was pretty sure everyone in the house could hear what was going on right then and I didn't want them to come watch.
A good dozen more searing swats landed before Uncle Dean stopped spanking me with his damn belt, then asked, "Do I need to continue or are you going to sit here and do as you're told, little girl?"
I was crying and holding onto the his leg to keep my hands out of the way. "L-listen..." I finally got out quietly when I could find my voice.
He swatted my bottom a few times with his belt again, then helped me to my feet. He placed his belt on the counter which made me gulp, since I was expecting him to put it back on. Was he going to spank me with it again?
"Sit." Uncle Dean snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. I didn't want to be told again, so I sat down gingerly and watched him get the soap ready again, but I also tried to make sure no one was in the hallway either, because that wouldn't be a good thing. If Dad walked by and saw what was going on right then, he would surely have questions about what was going on. If Olivia walked by and saw, she would be wanting to stop and watch, until Uncle Dean spotted her and made her leave, then she'd tease me about it later. I sighed and kicked at the floor, still staring past Uncle Dean as I thought about all of this, just in case I needed to try and slam the bathroom door shut.
"Pay attention to me, and not what is going on out in the hallway," he scolded, "unless you would like me to finish up your punishment in the hallway?"
I quickly shook my head, 'no'.
"Out loud, little girl."
I sighed. "No, please, not in the hallway. I'll pay attention to only you."
"You also need to lose your attitude, but we will discuss that more in your room. For now, open your mouth!" he scolded.
I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. I was about to argue, but something about the look he was giving me right then (and the fact that I saw his hand move to pick up his belt again) made me second guess that idea. So instead, I closed my eyes (as if that would help somehow) and popped my mouth open, fists clenched in anticipation. Seconds later I felt the icky bubbles dancing over my tongue.
"Close and don't spit until I tell you to," Uncle Dean's gruff voice bellowed.
I groaned but reluctantly bit down on the bitter-tasting substance and started crying.
"Now do you think swearing at me during your little temper tantrums was such a good idea, little girl?"
I shook my head, 'no', since I was unable to answer him verbally like he would have wanted me to.
"Are you going to be swearing at me again anytime soon, little girl?"
Again I shook my head, more tears falling as the regret began to seep through me. It had been a bad decision to swear at Uncle Dean so much during my tantrums!
"I hear you swearing again and you will be right back here with soap in your mouth, little girl," he scolded, then said firmly, "open." I did as told and he took the soap out (finally!), handing me a cup of water. "You can rinse now, then back to the corner in you room, understood?"
"Yesssss," I replied crying and standing up to do as instructed with the very limited water I had. However, it seemed like it was just making the soap taste worse in my mouth each time I went to spit it out into the sink. "Ugh, gross, can I please brush my teeth first?" I asked after all the water was gone.
"Nope, not yet, little girl," Uncle Dean replied, taking hold of my upper arm in one hand and his belt in the other. "You are spending some time in the corner for a bit before we continue with your punishment."
"Not fair," I complained, "I was just in the corner a little while ago..."
Just in front of my bedroom, Uncle Dean stopped suddenly which almost caused me to run right into him. I glanced up to see the enraged look on his face. "You really want to argue with me about this in the hallway, little girl?"
"No..." I muttered, but stomped my foot and glared at him.
I was expecting him to scold me again, but instead he turned me to the side and swung the belt, lashing it against my thighs six times. I yelped and tried to dodge the swats, but it was no use. All he did was piss me off more, but I really didn't want to get into it with him in the hallway where Olivia and Dad could hear and see everything.
"Care to continue here, or shall we go back in your room and you spend some time in that corner for a bit?"
"My room," I growled at him, which just earned me a few more swats with his belt. When he finished, he escorted me the rest of the way into my room and shut the door, then put my nose in the corner.
"Stand there and think about what your temper tantrums are getting you, little girl," Uncle Dean scolded. "You could have avoided all of what we just went through if you kept your attitude and swearing to a minimum. But no, you are testing every button right now and I don't understand why, little girl, but when you come out of that corner, I expect you to tell me what possessed you to act this way." Uncle Dean paced behind me as he scolded. "And no kicking the walls this time either, because that is just going to make things worse on you, and you don't want that, little girl. We still have to talk about your STEALING for a SECOND time!" he reprimanded, finally stopping and towering over me. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes...yes...yes... I understand..." I replied into the corner angrily with my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I so badly wanted to turn around and hit him, even though I knew that would just make things worse. But did I listen to the rational part of me? Nope. So I ended up face to face with my Uncle Dean, fists up and ready to hit him.
He stepped back for a second. "Testing me again? Really, little girl?" Then he noticed my fists and the look I was giving him. "Go ahead. Hit me and see what that gets you," he dared.
I finally dropped my gaze and turned around, not brave enough to actually follow through. I didn't want to find out what that would earn me. Maybe another day when he wasn't expecting it.
