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SPANKED BY HER BROTHER - BOOK 2

by Breanna Carter


Stolen Car

"Brianna?"

"Hmmm?" I said sleepily as I lay in my bed, disturbed by the loud ringing of the phone.

"I need you to come over," my friend said, sobbing.

"Steph," I said weakly, glancing at the clock. "It's three in the morning and I had to work tonight. I'm really tired."

"I really need to talk to you, Brianna, please," she said, letting out another sob.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a worried voice, finally realizing that she was crying. "Stephanie? Are you okay? I'll be over there in a couple of minutes."

"Okay."

I slammed the phone down, changed into the nearest pair of pants, slipped on a shirt then jumped out of my window, hoping that Terrence would remain asleep until I at least got home. When I got outside, though, I realized that my car wasn't there. Yeah, I had gotten in a stupid wreck and it was still in the shop. I sighed loudly and looked at the sky as if asking God, 'Why me?' I thought for a moment and looked at Terrence's car, figuring he wouldn't miss it much. I slipped back inside my window, grabbed his keys from the kitchen table, jumped back out of the window then headed towards Stephanie's house.

I was at her house in a matter of seconds. That's how fast I drove through my neighborhood; that's how many stop signs I ran. I'm usually a really safe driver, but I was worried to death.

When I got there, the first thing I did was tap softly on her window. She opened it up and let me inside. Her eyes were red and puffy, a box of Kleenex sat next to her and Dashboard Confessionals was blaring loudly. I knew what had happened.

"Oh, God," I muttered when I landed on her floor. I allowed her to fall into my arms and I tried to rock her back and forth and console her, trying to listen to her muttering about her now ex-boyfriend and how she loved him so much and how she didn't want him to break up with her and how much she fucked up, then repeating everything afterwards. "It's okay, Steph," I said, softly. Being sixteen and all, having a boyfriend was a big deal, and it was her first real love.

We sat there for a long time, her crying on my shoulder and me rocking her back and forth. I searched through my mind, trying to think of something that could help her feel better. Sitting there on the bed listening to whiny Emo music wasn't helping at all. That's when the light bulb came on.

"Steph!" I said cheerfully.

"What?" she muttered.

"Get up! Get up! I have the perfect idea!"

She raised herself up and looked at me, her eyes puffier and redder than ever. "Perfect idea? I miss Paul," she whined, laying her head down back on my chest.

"No, no, get up," I said and turned off the music.

"I was listening to that," she began but I cut her off by grabbing a happy CD from her CD collection and dragging her out of the window with me, I steered her towards my ... er ... Terrence's car and shoved her into the passenger seat, then sat myself next to her.

"We're going to go out and drive around like we used to, and listen to happy music and be happy, dammit!" I said, grinning. "It's been forever since we've done it, and besides, we don't need guys!"

I slammed in Alanis Morisette; okay, that's not happy music, but it was a start. It was angry-at-guys music and that's what we needed, not sappy I-love-you-and-miss-you music. I pulled out of the driveway with a sniffling Stephanie next to me, then turned the music up as loud as it would go when we got out of the neighborhood. We sang along, dancing, and just having fun, seeing as it was 3:30 in the morning and nobody was out driving or anything.

"How about a candy bar and a Mountain Dew, on me?" I asked, pulling into Wal-Mart.

She nodded, grinning a bit now, her eyes not as red and puffy.

"All right then, you stay in here. I'll be back in a minute." I hopped out of the car, stuffed the keys in my pocket then made my way inside Wal-Mart. I went back to the candy aisle, got three bags of gummy worms and a couple of Milky Way bars. I was on my way to getting two Mountain Dews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped three feet in the air, thinking that it was Terrence next to me. I gave a heavy sigh of relief when I saw it was just a police officer.

Just a police officer?

"Ma'am, how old are you?" he asked in a calm voice.

"Er, seventeen," I said nervously, my voice so unsteady he had to have known I was lying.

"Seventeen? Today you're seventeen? Not tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or next year?"

"Well, er, I'm almost seventeen."

"Almost, eh?"

"Erm, yeah. Almost."

"Do your parents know that you're wandering around Wal-Mart this time of night?"

Now was my chance. "M-my ..." I stuttered, trying to think of the saddest thought, letting a tear slip down my cheek, "parents ... are dead," I said, beginning to cry full out now.

"Oh," he said, taken aback. "Well then," he said, obviously not the least bit moved by my outburst, "does your guardian know where you are?"

I tried to keep crying, wiping my eyes a bit. "Yes," I lied. "I came to get some stuff because my friend was spending the night and I wanted some stuff and he said I could get some."

"Ah well, I see then. So he wouldn't mind if I brought you home and told him about how you're out past state curfew?"

I gulped. This wasn't what I was expecting. "Please, officer," I begged, "I just wanna get my stuff and go home."

"Well you can. I'll just take you there."

What an ass. "Please, sir, I have his car and I'd rather drive it home."

He considered this for a moment. "No, you're a minor out past state curfew. It's my duty to release you back into the care of your guardian. Now, if you will go ahead and purchase your items, we can get a move on."

I opened my mouth to beg more, but was cut off by a stern look. I threw the stuff back onto the rack and said, "Fine."

He didn't ask whether or not I was going to buy the stuff, but instead just led me outside where a cop car sat. It reminded me of something and I suddenly said, "I smell bacon."

He looked at me. "Excuse me?"

"Bacon ... you know, that stuff that comes from pigs? I smell it."

I think he understood what I meant because he didn't say a word after that, just opened the door for me. I sat down and folded my arms then remembered that Stephanie was still sitting in Terrence's car, probably wondering what had happened to me. Great.

I took out my cell phone as we were driving and called Steph's cell number.

"Hello?" she answered, the tears in her voice apparent once again.

"Steph?" I whispered. "Look, I smell bacon and I have to go home. Sorry."

"Bacon?" she said then said, "Oh! You got caught by a cop?"

"Yeah."

"That's not good. What's happening?"

"Can't now, later. You gotta walk home. I'm sorry." I wondered what the look on the pig's face was.

"Yeah, it's okay. Terrence is going to be pissed. I'll call you when I get the chance," Steph said.

"Yeah okay. Later, girly. Sorry again."

"It's okay," she said, and we both hung up.

So I rode in the car with this piggy and wondered if he had any donuts close by. I mean, don't all cops eat those? And a donut sounded really good.

"Your address?" he asked, slightly irritated.

"Huh?" I said.

"I've asked you four times what your address was then realized you were on that phone. So, what is it?"

"Oh ... oh!" I said, then recited my address to him, silently praying that he wouldn't knock on the door and wake Terrence. How I would get his car back without him knowing was my next problem.

Of course, I really didn't have to worry about it because when we pulled into my driveway the cop got out of the car as well and banged loudly on the door. I winced at each bang, thinking about how mad Terrence was going to be.

We heard shuffling through the house and I knew that Terrence was peeking through the window then making his way slowly towards the door. Well, slowly wasn't exactly the way to put it ... he ended up at the doorway faster than I thought he would, obviously having hurriedly slipped on a pair of jeans. He glared at me. I let out a weak smile and looked at him. He was wearing those jeans and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles that he would probably be using on me once he found out what I did. How could I get out of this? I shivered a little bit, remembering the last time I had gotten spanked. I didn't like the way this was going.

"Terrence Carter," he said, shaking the officer's hand as I realized that they just introduced themselves to each other.

I listened as he explained the situation to my older brother... well, halfway listened, the other half of me was wondering if he noticed that his car was gone.

"Thank you, sir," he finally said.

"No problem," the piggy said, then let out a grin that made me hate the guy even more. He turned to leave, and Terrence put a hand on my shoulder and led me into the house. My body was shaking more with fright by this time.

"Brianna, you are sixteen years old! You know better than to sneak out of the house, steal my car, and wander around Wal-Mart at 4am in the morning!" he shouted after he slammed the door behind us.

"Er, um," I stammered. "But Stephanie needed some company."

"That doesn't tell me why the hell you were at Wal-Mart in the first place!"

"Well ... see ... she called, and needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was sick of her crying so I decided to go out riding around and-"

"In my car, might I add. Haven't we already had a discussion about you stealing stuff?"

"Erm, but ..."

"I don't want to listen to your excuses. You are getting too old to be spanked." Oooo, a light of hope! "I don't know why you keep giving me reason to do it more often!" Damn, that hope was gone.

"Terrence, I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry! You said you were sorry last time you stole something, you said you were sorry last time you were out past curfew, you said you were sorry when-"

"Okay, okay ... but I really am sorry ... and I really learned my lesson. You don't have to spank me."

"Oh, I don't?"

"No, you don't. I'll be good. Go on and go to sleep and when we wake up in the morning we can put this past us."

"I don't think so, young lady," he said. "Where's Stephanie?"

"Er, she was at Wal-Mart, but I called and told her what happened, so she was on her way home."

"How the hell do you expect me to pick up my car?"

I shrugged. That was a good question.

"How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow? Brianna, do you realize the seriousness of what you've done?"

I guess I honestly didn't, but I nodded anyway.



© Breanna Carter
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