by Louis Woodley
Kevin starts the story:
Yesterday was one of the greatest experiences of my life, but now today I'm in big trouble. And the whole thing wasn't my idea, but thanks to my alleged best friend I'm getting blamed for what happened.
I guess I should start at the beginning...
Eric and I have been friends for a couple of years now. We're 8th graders, but since we're gamers we're pretty low on the school pecking order. His sister Regina is only a year older but our total opposite. Most of the time, she ignores us as being unworthy of recognition. If she acknowledges us at all, it's to call us names like Dweeb 1 and Dweeb 2. We call her The Queen. It's what her name means, and she's become a member of the inner circle of 9th grade prima donnas, so it fits. But we see her as the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland having servants beheaded for using the wrong nail polish or not using skim milk in her latte. It doesn't help that she's gorgeous. The puberty fairy was very generous to her, as her bikinis demonstrated this summer. We've both been shortchanged so far, with less than stellar physiques, and the only time girls have panted around us is when we were near the finish line of a cross country meet.
Yesterday was Sunday. In the morning I went to Eric's house as usual; we were on our way over to a fellow gamer's house to play. But when I got there he was waiting for me with the door held open.
"Hurry up; I didn't think you were going to get here in time," he said.
I wasn't sure why we were sneaking into his house, but I played along. I started to ask him what was going on but he just shushed me and pointed upstairs. That's when I noticed the muffled noises. It took me a moment, but then I realized they were the sounds of someone getting spanked. I looked at Eric who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Her Majesty was getting her butt beaten!
Eric led me carefully up the stairs and down the hall towards his sister's room. The sounds were getting progressively louder the closer we got; Regina was getting it good from her mom. Her door was cracked open, and we got to peek around it; it was an awesome sight!
Her mom was sitting on Regina's bed, and she was lying across her mom's lap. She was facing away from the door so she couldn't see us watching. But we were less than 10 feet away with a perfect view. Her mom had a hairbrush that she was walloping Regina's butt with. I didn't have much to compare it with, but what I saw looked incredible. The only flaws were the reddening circles where the hairbrush continued to land. As her mom spanked her, Regina kicked and wiggled around..
Then her mom picked up the pace and Regina really started howling and bouncing around, but Eric tapped me and it was time for us to disappear. Apparently mom was wrapping up, and it would be bad to be caught watching. We snuck downstairs and headed over to Brian's house. Along the way he told me his sister had been caught drinking beer at a friend's house last night; that's why his mom was wearing out her butt. The Queen doesn't get in trouble very often, so he always enjoys it when she gets it from their parents. He thought I'd appreciate watching the show.
Duh! He was right; I found it pretty inspirational (if you know what I mean). But it didn't take long for everything to blow up once we got back to school on Monday.
Regina's side of the story:
Brittany is sweet, but I swear she has the brains of a hamster. Grace and I were spending the night at her house Saturday. Her dad is a grouch, so she only has sleepovers when he's out of town. So we're just hanging around in her room, when Brittany snuck one of her dad's cans of beer upstairs. She claimed he goes through so many he wouldn't miss one, especially since he wouldn't be back for a week. And if Brittany wasn't such a total idiot we might have gotten away with it.
I didn't really want to drink, but I also didn't want to say no. Grace and Brittany are cheerleaders so they're really popular; they've just started letting me be a part of their crowd so I couldn't look like a chicken in front of them. So when Brittany popped the top open, I took my sips. It was disgusting, but I had to act like I liked it. Then when we finished, Miss Hamster Brain gave us all away.
We had an empty beer can to dispose of without her mom finding it. So what did the genius do? She snuck downstairs acting like a ninja and took the can to their laundry room and stuck it in their recycling bin. Unfortunately, her mom was sitting in the den watching TV and noticed her sneaking past. If she'd just walked normally her mom probably would have never paid attention. But Brittany acting weird like that set off her mom's radar. She went to the laundry room to investigate. There weren't any other beer cans in the recycling because her dad had been gone. So her mom finds a slightly cold empty beer can in the recycling that she didn't drink; it was pretty obvious who was responsible.
So we're thinking we've gotten away with it when Mrs. Cooper yells for us to come downstairs. We're just standing there not knowing what she wants, when she gets right up in each of our faces. We were too stupid to realize she was sniffing our breath; if we'd been smart we would have brushed our teeth right afterwards. Then she pulls out the beer can and says she wants an explanation; I guess we gave ourselves away because Grace and I looked at Brittany as though to say, "I thought you got rid of it?"
Then she starts bitching about what we did was illegal (duh!), irresponsible, disrespectful, yada yada yada. I was tuning her out because I wasn't feeling great. I'd never drank anything before so I guess it didn't take much for me to get drunk. Then I realize Mrs. Cooper is staring at me, and I don't know what she wants. So I look at my friends and they're both taking off their pajama pants and their underwear. Apparently Mrs. C. told us all to get ready for a butt whipping, and I'm the only one not complying.
So right when my brain figured out I was in big trouble, my stomach decided it really didn't like beer. I shouted "Sorry" to Mrs. C. and ran for the bathroom. I'll spare you the details, but I know when I came out I looked like crap. I was hoping Mrs. C. would take pity on me, but she just told me to hurry up. Brittany and Grace were standing with their hands on the den wall and their butts naked. I knew I didn't want to make Mrs. C. any madder, so I did my best to hurry. I was still wobbly but managed to get my clothes off, then slid in between my friends.
Grace had obviously been spanked at the Coopers' house before, because Mrs. C. explained her rules to me. They were simple to understand even if I was still tipsy. We were going to get it one at a time. Resisting would be stupid. And I had to keep my hands against the wall until she was finished with everyone unless I wanted extras. She asked me if I understood, and I said I did.
Brittany was to my left, and her mom moved to her left side. Apparently while I was in the bathroom she'd gone and gotten a kitchen spatula, which she was now tapping in her hand. Then she started on her daughter, whacking away and yelling at her. I knew I was going to get it next, so I watched over my shoulder, to see how bad it was going to be. Her mom was swinging hard, and Brittany was squirming around and bouncing on her toes. But then Mrs. C. saw me watching and told me to keep my eyes straight ahead. So I tried to just count the swats, but I got really nervous when Brittany started crying after about 35 and her mom still kept going.
She finally stopped around 50 swats. Brittany was sobbing. Her mom told her to slide to the left so she had more room to deal with me, and then get back in position. I still wasn't sure what to expect. My dad's hand is so big that he can cover most of your butt with a single swat. My mom uses a hairbrush that hurts worse because it hits in a smaller spot. And now I'm about to find out what a spatula feels like. Hopefully it's not too bad.
HOLY CRAP! That plastic end felt like a bee just stung me on the butt. I can't believe how much that smarts. Ow! It was like a swarm of bees was stinging me everywhere on my bottom. After only a few swats I was dancing around, fighting to keep my hands against the wall. I understand why Brittany wound up crying. I tried to be brave for as long as possible, but I lost as that evil thing kept swatting me. By the time Mrs. C. finished, I was a howling girl with a butt that felt like it had blisters on it. I don't even remember Grace's turn, other than seeing what their butts looked like afterwards (and knowing mine looked just as bad). Mrs. C. told us to go back upstairs. We were all too sore and worn out to do much once we got back to Brittany's room; I never sleep on my back anyway, so at least that wasn't a problem.
Unfortunately, Brittany's mom had another surprise for me. In our family, once the spanking is over with then you're forgiven and everything is back to normal. But when my mom came to pick me up yesterday morning, Mrs. C. told her about the beer and me puking, and what she did about it. Mom got pissed off and told Mrs. C. she was going to have a discussion with me when we got home. That means she's going to use her hairbrush but not on my hair. I'm sure Mrs. C. told Grace's mom the same story when she got there.
Even though it was only a few blocks, the ride home seemed to take forever because Mom played her 'I'm so mad right now I can't even talk to you' card. I tried to apologize, but she told me to not say a word. When we got to the house she just told me to get inside. The only consolation was that I thought Dipshit Eric was off killing dragons with his Dork Squad; I didn't want him to find out about me getting in trouble.
As soon as we got inside the door she started yelling at me about being irresponsible, making stupid choices, etc. It sounded just like the lecture we got from Mrs. C. the night before. It was giving me a headache so I tuned her out. That was a BIG mistake, but if she'd turned down the decibels on the bitch session I might have paid more attention. I knew I was in trouble when I realized how quiet it had gotten. Mom was standing there with her arms crossed and her 'you are so screwed' look on her face.
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