Poppy
Everyday when me get up is a gunshot
When u hear the shot a bust u better get flat
Everyday when me get up is a gunshot
When u hear gunshot a bust u better get flat
Everyday when me get up is a gunshot
When u hear the shot a bust u better get flat
Everyday when me get up is a gunshot
When u hear gunshot a bust u better get flat
Popy wasn't sure when the DJ Had started playing old school jungle ans she didn't care.
Her white reeboks where literally flying over the dirty floor of the old shabby House she and a few others were partying hard in. The 14 year old petite blond Girl was actually way too young to be at such a party in the first place, she was way too young to only wear her grey sweatpants and a bra while Dancing wildly and she for sure was way too young for the little pill she had taken earlier that night, being handed over to her by a slightly older boy she had seen in school a few times before. But Popy didn't care about any of those things right now, she knew she would be in big trouble anyway when she gets home, so she could at least make it worth it.
A few Blocks away Melissa Cunningham sat in her little kitchen, looking at an old picture of Poppy, worrying to death about her daughtes whereabouts. She wasn't proud of it, but after the fight she got into with Poppy a few hours ago, she had already emptied two glasses of scotch and two bottles of Beer. She hatet herself for it, but in some situations, she just couldn't help herself. She loved Poppy to death, which was actually part of the reason they got into so many fights lateley, and not knowing where she was made her sick to the bones. Until about a year ago, Melissa would have said she did a good job in raising Poppy, considering she had practically been a teen mom, and had to manage everything on her own. Sure they were always short on money, they could just afford a tiny two room flat in a huge block, but they had been a happy little Family. That all changed about a year ago when puberty hit hard and Poppy started heading directions Melissa didn't like. Directions Melissa didn't like because she herself did take those directions when she was just a little older than Poppy was now. She knew how things could turn out on that path, and she was not willing to let Poppy got that path too. That and her daughters pretty strong head were the main reasons for a lot of fights over the last year, and Melissa feared loosing Poppy over all that fighting.
They walk by the grass
They look at the sky
They walk by the grass and they look at the grass
They look at the sky
It's going to be a fine night tonight
It's going to be a fine day tomorrow
It's going to be a fine night tonight
It's going to be a fine day tomorrow
The music had changed and the dancing had changed. While everybody had been jumping arround to the fast drum n bass beats before, everybody was now in a much more melancholic mood. The spheric Techno Sounds contributing to that . Poppy was still on her feet swaying arround like in a state of trance, next to her a girl, maybe a year or two older, was moving in a similar way. They shot each other little smiles and grins giving hints on how high both of them were. They slowly moved closer to each other keeping their dancing not loosing eye contact. As they were Dancing right infront of each other the older girl slowly liftetd her Arms, placing her hands on Poppys sholuders and letting her fingertips brush down her Arms gently, emediatly sending electric chills through all of Poppys body, the extasy she had taken earlyier obviously working great. Poppy grabbed the older girl by the hips, pulling her closer. As their bodies touched another Wave of chills rushed through her. That both of them were Just wearing their bras and it was actually a skin on skin touch, even intesified the sensation both of them were feeling right now.
Within seconds the two girls hands were everywhere on each others bodies and even though it might have looked different for an outside viewer, there was nothing sexual about it. Just the Sensation of the physical Touch itself.
Back at the appartment Melissa had fallen assleep, the alcohol had defenetly played its part. She had thought about going to the Police and ask them to look for Poppy but first, the Police wouldn't do anything before 24 hours had passed without a sign from her, and second Melissa feared that social services would be informed. She was pretty sure that Poppy was out there partying and most likleley getting drunk or high anyway, because that's what she would have done at her age. But she had made up her mind, she wouldn't let her daughter get through with this behaviour this time. At least those were her thoughts before she fell assleep on the couch, drunk.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
The atmosphere at the party had changed from being a party to being pretty much fucked up.
The girl Poppy had danced with just half an hour ago, had passed out on a dirty couch right next to a couple fucking, the air smelled of spilled beer and weed and Poppy was looking for her T-Shirt and her hoody as she suddenly felt someone grab her hips from behind pressing his crotch into her butt. She turned arround and saw the guy who had given her the extasy pill earlier, trying to stick His tounge into her mouth. Disgusted she tryed to push him away, but he was gripping her too tight. Panic rose in her and the only thing that came to her mind was to slam her knee between his legs which made him collaps to the ground, and her free to escape. She stumbled through the hallway, out of the house into the cold air of the night still only wearing a bra and her sweatpants. And even though no one was actually following her, she started to run.
When Poppy entered the Appartment, she was greeted by the grim and fourious face of her Mom.
But her Mom didn't start screaming. Much to Poppys surprise she stepped towards her pulling her in a long affectionate hug, but as soon as Melissa had made sure her daughter was alright, she grabbed her by the wrist, propelled her arround, and planted a series of nasty and poorly aimed smacks on her daughters petite bottom. Both of Poppys hands emediatly shot back to her butt to cover it from more blows, but she didn't get any. Instead her Mum released her arm, hugged her once more and said: "Go to bed now Poppy, we'll Talk tomorrow."
"I'm sorry Mum" Poppy whispered still rubbing her butt with one hand, returning the hug with the other. "I really am".
When Poppy entered the kitchen the next morning, she found her Mum sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and an exhausted look on her face.
Poppy just stood there, clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt she had chosen as a nightgown. She didn't dare to talk or sit down. She just waited, Feeling really really guilty.
"Sit down Baby" her Mum managed to force a little smile "We really need to talk."
Poppy sat down on the other side of the kitchen table. An that she fehlt nervous would have been the understatement of the century. Her Mum was impossible to read. Inside her mums head suddenly all the Bad Feelings she had the night before came back, the fear the doubt about being a good Mom, the Anger about Poppy running away.
And out of the blue, her mothers right hand shot forward planting a burning smack on her daughters left cheek.
"What have you been thinking missy huh?" Melissa had jumped up and was now pacing arround the kitchen. Polly was just staring at her feet trying to rub the burning sensation out of her cheek with her left Hand.
"I was worried to death, not knowing where you are" she had slightly raised her voice even though she had planned on being quiet.
"Look" she said, looking her daughter deep in the eyes. "Actually i don't even want to know where you have been or what you have been doing. You coming home in just your bra gives me ideas anyway." She herself has had quitr a few experiences with extasy, so there was nothing her daughters could hide from her. "But today I'm going to make sure you don't make the same mistakes i Made when i was your age."
With that Melissa stepped towards a totally surprised Poppy, grabbed her by the wrist pulled her to her feet and dragged her into the small living room.
"Mum... Please" Poppy was panicking now "what are you going to do?"
Melissa sat herself down on the Couch and dragged Poppy towards her.
"I, young lady, am going to tan your little behind now and I'm going to tan it good." And with that she dragged her daughters slender figure across her lap, pulled up her T-Shirt to the small of her back and started peppering a fighting Poppys panty clad butt.
"I SMACK am going WHACK to make sure SLAP you're going to SMACK a lesson WHACK you wont forget young lady."
"Mum please don't" Poppy pleaded as she tryed to reach Back to Cover her butt "i learned my lesson."
But Melissa wouldn't have none of that. She just pinned down her daughters legs with her right leg and continued to land spank after spank on Poppys upturned butt.
SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,
SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK.
The smacks literally rained down on on Poppy causing her to moan and whimper as her buttcheeks slowly changed colour.
"Mum pleeeeaaase stop it please" Poppys cries where heartbreaking, but Melissa had decided to teach her daughter a lesson and she was not going to back down. With one quick motion she had pulled Poppys panties down to her feet and off. Which resulted in even louder Protest from her daughter.
" You can Scream as much as you want young lady" Melissa scolded never stopping to Spank Poppy ful force "but this will not Stop until i'm done" and on it went.
SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,
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Due to Poppy wriggling and twisting furiously her T-Shirt had slipped way upwards, first to her armpits and then completley off, so she was now laying stark naked over her mums lap.
SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,SMACK, CRACK, SLAP, WHACK,
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After this series of spanks Melissa stopped.
Poppys buttcheeks where now crimson and burning and Poppy had just gone limp over her mothers lap. She was crying and hicupping freely and had given up any sort of fight. It took her almost a minute to reallise that Melissa wasn't spanking her anymore, but instead was rubbing her back.
"I'm so sorry Mum" she could barely talk from all the crying "i will never run away again, i didn't mean to worry you"
Melissa kept on stroking Poppies Back "There There" She said getting the naked Poppy off her lap and instead make her sit on it. "It's ok baby, we are done." She carefully wrapped a blanket arround her daughters shaking back, continuing to rub it, while Poppies hands were doing the Same to her butt cheeks, trying to ease the pain a bit.
"I'm sorry i had to do that to you Baby, but i saw no other way to get you back on track, things were getting way out of hand latley. And just so you know, if something like that ever happens again, i'll use my slipper on you, you hear me?"
Poppy just nodded, pulling her Mum into a long hug. "It's ok mum i am really sorry" Poppy said managing a little smile , "Maybe i had it coming for some time."