WARNING: Contains Spanking
When I woke, I stayed in bed under my warm covers, not ready to face the consequences from the day before that I knew I had coming. There was a slight pounding in the front of my head that I knew would soon turn into a full throbbing if I didn't have aspirin soon, and my whole insides felt as though they'd been through a wringer not to mention the rawness I could feel in my chest leading up to my throat - there wasn't even words to describe how I felt, but to put it simply, I felt crap. Sure we had a good night... now I'm not being honest, I'd have to admit it was an awesome night, but what I don't get is how people do this regularly only to wake up feeling like this. In my opinion, I don't think anythings worth waking up to this - especially not alcohol. I lay there for a few more minutes dwelling in my misery and not really wanting to except the reason of why I felt so lousy, when I hear footsteps coming down the hall. The padding of feet in the grey carpet grew louder as they got closer to the bedroom, if my instinct was right, I'd bet on Soda.
I waited as I watched the open door, then right on cue said brother walked into our shared bedroom.
"Hey, kiddo." Soda smiled, but I could see it didn't reach his eyes - in fact the features on my older brothers face looked anything but happy, nor was he angry or upset; as he crossed the room, he looked as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and had more troubles weighing on his mind than anyone his age ought to. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, and carefully reached his hand out resting it on my forehead. "You feeling alright?" he asked, brushing his hand back through my hair after he'd noted my temperature was normal.
I shook my head while giving my puppy eyes, "I feel crap, Soda," I whined, "my head hurts."
"It's called a hangover, little bro. I'll get you some aspirin." He stood up and made his way to the open doorway, before exiting. I let out a tired sigh, closing my eyes for a moment while I waited for my brother to return. It didn't take anymore than a few minutes for his footsteps to be heard walking back into the room, I opened my eyes as the edge of the bed dipped under his weight again.
"Here, sit up." He grasped me firmly under my upper arm, as I wiggled up on the bed into a sitting position. I gave my brother a hesitant glance feeling somewhat suddenly nervous, remembering our little 'talk' we were yet to have, and knew my current seated position wasn't one I'd be taking pleasure in for quite some time... hell if it's anything like last time, it'll become only a distant memory.
He noticed my uneasiness, and placed a comforting hand on the back of my hand as his other hand continued to grasp the glass of water and pills. "Look at me, kiddo," he waited until my eyes met his before continuing, "Listen, you know I'd never hurt you, right?" I nodded slowly, as he took a breath, and rubbed his thumb lightly on my hand. "I'd never hurt you, kiddo, I'd rather cut my own right arm off then hurt you. But if you do something that involves putting yourself in danger, or disobeying our rules that Darry and I have set to keep you safe, like you did last night. Do you think that should go unpunished?"
I shook my head, as tears began to form blurring my vision slightly.
"That's right, it shouldn't. Like I said I'd never hurt you, ok. So I don't want you getting over worked up about this, and making yourself sick; you know I'd do anything for you, and if that means handing out a spanking once in a while to keep you safe, and from doing things you've been told not to, then that's what I'll do." His eyes studied me, as a few tears slipped down my cheeks. He removed his hand from mine and gently brushed my tears away with his forefinger. "Now I want you to take the aspirin and then we'll talk." He placed the pills in the palm of my hand, I tipped them into my mouth washing them down with the glass of water. He placed the quarter full glass on the bedside table, before turning back to me.
"What were you doing at the party in the first place?"
What a way to jump in on the lecture; he didn't give me a chance to regain everything from before the party, just straight to the reason of why I was there... though, I couldn't help think back to the party - Sodapop would have been so proud, his baby brother, grown up, with his first actual kiss from a girl - if he weren't so mad. I'm sure I'll never see the sign of daylight again, or step foot so much as off the wooden front door frame - once his through with me.
"I got invited." I answered shortly. It's not like I just rocked up there uninvited.
"By who?" he questioned, while watching me intently.
"By some of Annette's friends after I took off."
"Ok, and where did you meet-" he paused sighing heavily, and washed a heavy hand down his face. "You know what, maybe we'll start from the beginning. Why did you take off?" he questioned instead.
I dropped my eyes down to the quilt cover. "I don't know." I answered quietly.
"I think you do, Ponyboy." Soda held a firm tone. I chanced a glance, to meet his eyes and noticed his eyes hadn't left me.
I dropped my eyes back to the bed, fiddling with a loose thread on the quilt. "I thought you'd be mad, after you know..." I trailed off not wanting to finish that thought.
I saw him nod in understanding, "After you realised it might've been a bad idea to bathe your older brother in dish water."
I chewed my lower lip, guiltily. "I'm sorry, Soda." I whispered.
He placed his index and middle fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "After you took off you were invited to that party, right?"
I nodded, watching for his next question.
"Why did you go?"
I hadn't really thought about that one, it was pretty much a haste of the moment thing. I just happened to run into two amazingly hot girls... actually it was the other way round, they ran to me - got invited to a party and voila; then I remembered the main reason behind it. They had told me Annette would be there... and boy was she there alright, cherry lipgloss an' all.
"You remember Annette from the night of the races, and the number?"
"Yeah, I saw her at the party, kiddo. She's sure a looker, but also a bad influence on you-" I interrupted him right there, how was she a bad influence? My brother didn't know what he was talking about, we had a great night... I had a great night, well apart from the vomiting, but before that it had been good.
"No she's not, she's-" he shot me a warning look that shut me right up.
"She is Ponyboy, and I'll tell you why. First off I can see parties to that extent are a regular thing for her, nothing there fazed her one bit cause she's seen it all an' done it all. That girl was so far drunk an' high I'd be surprised if she remembers anything from the night at all, and I have no doubt your drinking and little drug episode was also a part of her doing."
"No it wasn't," I argued before I thought about it.
"Wasn't hey?" He nudged my chin, with his fingers that were under it. "Look at me," he commanded firmly. "First we'll start with, who gave you the beer?"
I could see his eyes boring right into mine, reading if I'm lying or not. "Curly gave me two and I got the rest myself." I answered honestly.
"Curly?"
"Yeah, I met him on the way and he came with me."
"Ponyboy," he growled, "is there anything else your leaving out, anything else I should know about before we continue?" his tone was stern.
I shook my head. He watched me for a minute before moving on.
"Who gave you the Whiskey?"
"Look at me," he warned, as I dropped my eyes from his turning them to my right. I looked back to my brother, swallowing hard. Annette had given me the Whiskey and I didn't want her to get into trouble, so I lied and prayed he couldn't read me too well.
"No one, I got it." I said, trying to keep my voice even, but almost as soon as my answer left my mouth I felt a hard slap to my left thigh.
"Oww," I yelped, as tears sprang to my eyes and brought my hand down to rub my stinging thigh.
"Well then, don't lie. Who gave it to you, did Annette?"
I nodded giving him my puppy eyes, and my lip protruding in a pout.
"And I'm guessing she gave you the cocaine too?"
"No Soda, she didn't know what she was doing," I tried to reason quickly, "She was too drunk, some guy told her to have some then she put some on her fingers and put it on the roof of my mouth and under my tongue. I remember it making my mouth really numb." I finished with a questioning look, wondering if he knew why.
He shook his head, "I've never done it before, kiddo, and I won't either." He said, giving me a firm look, "So you let her put it in your mouth?"
"Yeah, but I was damn well drunk remember." That earned me another slap to my thigh. "Oww, Soda."
"Watch your mouth," he warned. "And you shouldn't have been drunk, you shouldn't have even been at that party to begin with." He dropped his hand from underneath my chin, "Let's gets this over with."
I froze in my spot, wide eyed as Soda reached down to unbuckle his belt.
"Your not... your not gonna use that are you?" I stammered, watching as he pulled the leather belt from the belt loops on his jeans, once he had the belt fully removed he lay the one and a half inch wide strip of leather beside him on the bed.
"Yeah, I am, kiddo; you've earned this," he said calmly, "Now, pants down and over my knee."
I gave him one last glance, seeing he was serious about this and felt my face pale slightly. I pushed myself up to kneel on my knees as I slowly slid my sleep pants down letting them drop at knee level, as they pooled around on top of the quilt cover.
"Please, Soda... don't do this." But my plea fell on deaf ears as he grabbed me under my upper arm, and guided me across his lap. "Soda... please," I pleaded again, as I felt his arm lock around my waist. Without another word, he let his right hand fall with a loud slap on my upturned bottom.
I yelped as the tingling heat spread across the lower curve of my right cheek, but he didn't give me more than a moment to process the pain as he painted my left cheek with a hard slap to match my right.
His hand feel across my right cheek again, with a loud crack.
"Oww, Soda, stop... that hurts."
"It's suppose to hurt, kiddo. It wouldn't be much of a punishment if it didn't." He admonished, then followed it with another loud smack.
He continued to rain the smacks down alternating between my left and then my right butt cheek for a few good minutes, before I felt him halt in between smacks and his thumbs hook into the waistband of my boxers.
"No, please Soda." I panicked, "Not like this, please Soda... not on the bare." He slid my navy boxers down past my thighs and down the length of my legs to meet my pyjama bottoms. I struggled across his knees, in an attempt to falter him for me to make my escape. But my futile attempt at get away diminished as Soda increased his grip around my waist and brought one of his legs forth and placing it across my struggling ones, pinning me successfully in place.
Then he resumed the spanking, bringing his hand down hard and fast but only this time on my already burning exposed skin. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, as my sobs increased. I felt his body shuffle from underneath me, and his knee rise, with me tilting forwards a little. I knew exactly what his intentions were, as my sit spots were now in prime position for his hand to have full access to.
"No... no Soda..." I sobbed, trying to buck myself off his knees; but the result was pointless as he kept me pinned down. He wasted no time once he was satisfied with my posture, and brought his hand down sharp on the crease between my backside and thigh.
"Ahh..." I screamed, at the burning throb on sensitive bare flesh and grabbed at the quilt cover that lay helplessly under the upper half of my body, scrunching the fabric in white knuckled fists. He smacked his hard hand down on my left side, matching the throbbing burn of the right, then let his hand fall lower with a stinging smack to my thigh. He was working in a pattern, left thigh, right thigh, left crease, right crease - but also mixing it up in between, just so I didn't know where the next smack would fall. I let my body go limp across his knees as my sobs increased to full on howls.
It suddenly came to me Soda was no longer wailing away on my backside, with his hand on my back instead brushing soothing strokes along it.
"Shh, calm down, kiddo. Where almost done."
Almost done? I didn't think my butt could possibly take anymore, it already felt like a red hot furnace. I felt Soda reach for something, then remembered the belt. If my struggling had been fierce before, I was almost inconsolable now. He really had to use all his strength to hold me down now.
"No... no, please Soda. Not... not that, please; I've learned... my... my lesson." I begged, as harsh sobs broke in between my desperate pleas.
"What have you learned, kiddo?" he asked, rubbing my back.
"Not... not go to... to... parties." I choked out between sobs.
"Until your sixteen at least, but even then we'll still need to know - where, when, and who," he stated firmly, "And Ponyboy, am I ever gonna catch you with beer, or any alcohol for that matter, again?"
"N-no Soda."
"Good... alright, kiddo. It's alright, calm down," he soothed, trying to calm me before he continued further with the punishment. He waited until my sobs turned into controlled crying before he spoke.
"Alright, this next part is for taking drugs. You'll be getting 14 licks of my belt, one for each year your alive." he said, as he folded the belt in half, gripping it tightly in his right hand.
"No, Soda... please, don't use that. I swear I won't ever do it again." I hitched back an oncoming sob, as he raised the belt bringing it down on my upturned bottom with a loud crack.
The line of fire that coursed across my already burning backside was too much and I couldn't hold back the scream that escaped my throat. Without a moments hesitation the next stripe was delivered directly below the first. He continued in the same path working his way down to the crease below where my buttocks ended. My whole backside felt like it had been engulfed with flames.
"I'm sorry, Soda." I sobbed loudly, "I won't do it... I won't do it again..." My words came out in broken sobs.
The leather whistled down again, but this time connecting solidly with the back of my thighs. I pressed my face into the quilt cover as my hands hadn't let up their death grip on the now sweat soaked material, my deep sobs were mixed with broken screams every time the belt slammed down.
Soda laid down a few more stripes across my thighs before stopping and laying the belt down on the bed next to him. He carefully pulled my boxers and sleep pants back up and then rested his hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles.
"It's alright now, kiddo. It's over." I heard the break in his voice as he spoke, as well as the sniffle at the end.
I stayed limply across his lap sobbing openly with my behind feeling like it'd been roasted by a red-hot iron, that held a deep throbbing just below the surface. Soda rubbed my back for a minute more before pulling me up and onto his lap. I buried my face in his white t-shirt - my tears soaking through the thin cotton - and bunched up a fistful of his navy over-shirt in my hands as I sobbed against him, he wrapped his arms around me and soothingly caressed my back again.
"Shh, it's alright, baby..." Soda softly crooned, "It's alright, everything's ok now." He murmured as he rocked me gently.
Soda continued to hold and comfort me, rubbing my back until my sobs subsided to light snivelling and shuddering breathes. I slowly closed my eyes exhausted from crying and the event that had just taken place, and felt myself relax and sink further into Soda's warm embrace.
"C'mon, kiddo. Let's get you in bed."
Soda helped me from his lap, then stood up pulling the bed covers back. I gingerly climbed in being careful of my sore backside and lie down on my stomach, he covered me up then climbed in the other side scooting close to me. I reached my hands back, wincing as I placed them on my burning posterior and tried rubbing the sting out.
Soda took my hands carefully in his, "No rubbing, kiddo," he admonished gently, as my bottom lip protruded into a pout. I knew rubbing wouldn't take the sting away, and that I'd be feeling the after effects for the next couple of days; but anything to help ease my mind.
He wrapped me in a tight hug pulling me into him, I placed my head on his chest using it as a pillow feeling the still dampness from my tears on his t-shirt. His fingers ran soothingly up and down across my back making me relax, and feeling my eyelids grow heavy.
"Shh... close your eyes, baby," he whispered from above me, and felt him place a soft kiss to the top of my hair. I could feel myself drifting into sleep as Soda continued whispering to me in a soothing tone.
"Soda?" I called him softly.
"Yeah, honey?" He whispered.
"I'm so sorry, Soda. I promise I'll never do it again."
"I know you are baby, now try get some rest." He said, stroking his hand through my hair.
"Soda?"
"Hmm..."
"You... you still love me, don't you?" I whispered softly. I knew in my heart that he did, and if anything - couldn't doubt that he didn't love me for a second. But after all I'd put my brothers through, I needed that reassurance as though it were a safety net - and needed to hear him say it - to put my mind at ease, if nothing else.
"Of course I do, kiddo. Your my little brother, why would you say that?"
"Just after all the stuff I've done lately, I wasn't sure... that maybe you'd-"
He didn't let me finish, before cutting me off, "Listen, you know you never need to question my love for you, no matter what you do kiddo, it'll never change. Now, shut up and go to sleep," he said gently, as he continued to stoke my hair.
"I love you too, Soda." I said softly, feeling my eyelids getting heavy.
"I know, kiddo," he whispered.
His gentle and soothing touch finally put me to sleep.
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Bella Lilac