“Don’t you talk to me like that…”

“Look,” my friend said, showing me three IDs in her hand. I looked
closely, seeing one in which my picture was placed and a fake named
was next to it.

“What’s this?” I asked, taking a sip of my Dr. Pepper.

“It’s a fake ID, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I got one for
me, you, and Amber. I figure we can sneak into the club tonight and
nobody’ll find out.”

“But I have to work..” I said, not exactly wanting to try to sneak
into any club. I really am a good kid, no matter what anyone says.
As a 17 year old, I have only drank once or twice, never smoked, not
that I cared to, and I didn’t do any drugs. I was a good kid.

“That’s why we’re going after work. Come on, Jenn.. Just go with
us, please? It’ll be more fun with you.”

“I highly doubt that,” I said. “You know how much I have anxiety. I
just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Come onnn,” she begged. “Please come with us. It’ll be fine.
Nobody will catch us or anything. Besides, these look real, don’t
they?”

I looked over the ID again.

Chelsea Nicole Williamson Birthdate: 2/24/84

Maybe I could pass for being 19. I didn’t know though. “Do I
honestly look 19?”

“They’ll never know the difference. I’ll pick you up after work. We
can leave your car there. Tell your mom you’re staying the night
with me.”

I sighed as she walked off. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was
antsy for school to end. That’s how all Fridays are. That night,
one of my favorite bands was playing at a local club downtown at
midnight. I wanted so badly to go, but I didn’t honestly think that
Hillary would go so far. I mean, come on… the band wasn’t that
great…

“Jennifer… why aren’t you paying attention?” my English teacher
asked. I knew good and well why I wasn’t paying attention, but I
wasn’t saying that aloud.

“Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s a Friday afternoon, the last class
of the day. Can’t we chill out for a little wihle? It’s been a long
day.”

The class agreed, nodding their heads up and down, chanting, “yeah.”

“Well,” she said, looking at everyone. “I guess.”

I grinned as did everyone else in the class. That was the advantage
of being in a small class. A better relationship with the
teacher. “But we will discuss The Grapes of Wrath Monday. Be
prepared for a quiz…”

By this time, no one was listening, but instead carrying on their own
conversations within the small groups. I, on the other hand, took
this time to lie my head down and just think for a while. Think
about how I could pull off going to this club tonight. I mean, I was
almost 18… it wasn’t too illegal. And the cops wouldn’t know if I
was really 17 or not. I could leave my real ID at home, or in my
car.

Hillary met me after school. “So, I’ll meet you tonight at Pizza
Palace?” she asked, a huge grin on her face.

“I reckon,” I said in my best country voice, grinning back. Pizza
Palace was the place I worked at.

So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary
that night, and we were going to go downtown to a concert for a
little while. Hey, it was partly true. I found some of my best
raver clothes so I could change whenever I was finished at work. I
dressed myself in my ugly khakies and Pizza Palace shirt, though, and
headed off to work before I could even think about having a fun
filled evening.

I practically danced around the kitchen at work, making pizzas,
giving people their change back, listening to complaints about
someone having not enough cheese, or too much sauce, or anything
riduculous that one could complain about. Friday nights were always
busy.

Around 9, two hours before I should be heading out to the club, my
driver buddy, Terrence, had this huge order.

“Where the hell is that going to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I
made a medium thin crust extra pepperoni pizza.

“Some church,” he muttered, obviously not enthused.

“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “To a church, eh? I’m glad I don’t have
to go to a church… I’d…”

“Jennifer..” a manager called.

“Yes?” I said in my most polite voice.

“Will you take that order with Terrence? There’s a lot of pizzas to
hold and stuff, and it’ll just be easier with two people.”

Terrence smirked at me as I scowled under my breath. “Yes, ma’am,” I
said, trying to maintain that politeness.

“So what would you do if you had to go to the church?” he asked,
mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.

I just glared at him. Well, at least if I had to go with someone, it
was Terrence, the coolest person I worked with. He was a 21 year old
college football player, about 6’1, probably 215 pounds. He could
lift me up without straining the least bit… probably even bench
press me, but I wasn’t going to try that. In fact, he was so strong,
I had learned not to even playfully punch him, cause his playful
punches back seemed to be much more than playful, you know… kinda
painful.

I helped Terrence pack his shit up and carried it out to his beat up
old car, placing some bags in the backseat, then sitting in the
passengers seat myself, putting some in my lap. I buckled myself in
tightly, almost fearing for my life. Terrence didn’t look like he’d
be the greatest driver in the world…

Needless to say, we made it there safely, and back safely, he making
fun of me the entire way cause I had popped off something to him
about having to go to a church and I ended up having to go myself. I
still glared at him, partly because of him making fun of me, but also
cause I hated the music that he was playing.

Finally my evening at work was finished.

“All right, everyone!” I yelled, loud enough so the entire store
could hear me. “I’m gone. See ya tomorrow!” I said cheerfully.

I heard a few scattered “bye”s around the room and then I looked at
Terrece, playfully punching him on the arm.

“Later,” I said, smiling big and cheesy.

He punched me back. “Later.”

“Ow.”

I slammed open the door and arrived outside where I met Hillary.

“Hillareee!” I squeeled. I launched myself into her car and we sped
off to the club, a dim lit place with a cheap sign that read “the
Venue.”

The three of us, Hillary, Amber, and me, arrived around 11:30 to this
club. We got in without a problem, and walked around for a little
while, hoping to catch a few people we knew, but to no avail. I
wasn’t worried about it though. There were plenty of hott guys there
anyway…

At midnight sharp the band began playing, and the three of us danced
together, even started our own little mosh pit, trying to get some of
the 20 year-olds to join in with us. Of course we were immature, and
we definitely didn’t fit in.

“Want a drink?” I heard a voice say as the band finished up one of
their songs and I cheered loudly. I turned to see this really sexy
guy behind me, holding two drinks in his hands. I didn’t know what
they were, and honestly didn’t care to try them, but this guy was
super hott.

“No, thanks,” I said, nearly kicking myself for being so dumb.

He just shrugged and muttered, “suit yourself,” then walked off,
probably trying to find another girl to get wasted and rape. I
wasn’t going for that tonight.

As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band still
played on. I lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while, but always
found them back. That is, except when the time came that I needed
them.

“Hey, baby,” I heard an older voice say, and felt a man’s body
pressing against me. I turned around and stared directly into the
face of a man, probably in his 30s, only an inch or so taller than
me. I said nothing, just turned back around and inched away from
him. “What, did you mother never teach you any manners?” he asked in
a slurred voice. He had apparently had too much to drink… I just
ignored him though, still listening to the band. “Listen here,
little missy,” he said, grabbing my arm and turning me around.

“Let me GO!” I shouted over the music.

“You’ll respect me! I’m your elders!”

“Leave me alone.”

“I think I need to teach you a lesson…” he slurred once more, not
letting go of my arm, attempting to drag me out of the room.

“Let GO!” I shouted again.

“Don’t you talk to me like that…”

I tried to break free but his grip was too strong. What was this
creepy guy going to do to me?

He dragged me away from the crowd to one of the bar stools where he
shoved me down on it. He slapped me across the face. My eyes began
to tear up. “Now you lissen to me..” he said. “Drink this.” He put
a beer in front of me.

“No,” I said, wanting to get out of here, but he was all on top of me.

“Now, now, don’t be fiesty!” he said, moving his face closer to
mine. I was getting disgusted.

He began trying to kiss all over me and I tried to push him off and I
was muttering obscenities, trying to back away whenever I
heard.. “Leave her alone.” The man stopped what he was doing and
looked behind him. I looked up and saw a large familiar person, his
huge frame towering over ours. He had his hand on the man’s
shoulder. “Now, this young lady here doesn’t want to be around you,
so I suggest you leave her alone, or you can leave.”

The man just glared at the figure and stumbled away.

The figure turned back to me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Terrence nearly shouted.

“Uhmmmm..” I muttered. “Just coming to see this band.”

“You’re not even old enough to be in here! How the hell did you get
in?”

“I uh… I am old enough..” I said, trying to sound convincing. “My
birthday was yesterday.”

“Like hell it was yesterday. Where’s your ID?”

I dug around in my wallet that was in my back pocket and dug out my
fake ID, then handed it to him.

“Fake ID, huh? Do you realize how much you put yourself in danger,
Jennifer?” he asked, giving me that same glare I had given him the
entire rest of the night. I didn’t speak, just looked down at the
floor, it becoming more interesting by the moment. “Look at me!” he
said, putting his fingers under my chin and lifting my face up where
my blue eyes looked directly into his. “It’s late. You’re at a club
where you’re too young to get in, and it’s really dangerous. You
could get hurt or raped. Any weirdo in here could get you a drink.
You shouldn’t be here.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and kind of forcing me to hop off
of the barstool and walk with him. For the first time that night I
noticed that he was wearing khakies and a white undershirt that
showed off his muscles well, and he was wearing a nametag, evidence
that he was indeed employed here. I knew he worked at a club, but I
didn’t know it was this one…

We finally arrived in the back of the club, in a tiny room that
resembled an office. There was a desk with a chair sitting behind it
and two chairs in front.

“Jennifer,” he said sternly, “what you did tonight was very
dangerous, and very stupid, too, might I add.” I nodded, feeling
pretty stupid myself. “And, you had a fake ID,” he said, holding the
plastic up in his hand to prove that it was true. “And that’s
illegal.” He threw my ID into the trashcan. “I have to punish you
for this.”

“Please don’t call the cops,” I begged, instantly thinking of the
worst thing he could do.

“Well, it’s either that or I can…” his voice trailed off.

“Can what?” I asked.

“Spank you.”

My heart stopped there and I blinked at him. “Ex.. excuse me?” I
muttered.

“I can either call the cops or I can spank you.”

“But… Terrence… I’m 17… that’s too old..”

“Then I’ll call the cops,” he said, moving towards the desk.

“No,” I said. “It’s okay… I’ll..” I gulped, “take the spanking.”

He nodded. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

I shook my head. My parents never really believed in that kind of
stuff… besides, I never really needed it…

He nodded and sat down in a chair beside me. “Well,” he began, “you
definitely deserve it for doing this, Jenn… I can’t believe you.
You’re a great kid… you shouldn’t be sneaking into clubs like this.”

I nodded.

“First, I want you to pull down your pants…”

I blinked again, not certain that I honestly wanted to do this. I
was frozen in place, my hands dropped by my side, staring at
Terrence. He wanted me to do what?

“Jennifer… pull down your pants..”

“I… I uhmm…”

He waited patiently for a little bit then said, “I’ll pull them down
if you don’t…”

I think that was a pretty big threat, but a tear slipped down my
cheek and I let out a whine. “Please, Terrence…” I begged.

“I can call the police if you want me to..” he said, sticking with
his spanking or cops deal that he had made with me.

I wiped more tears out of my eyes, then unbuttoned the baggy jeans
that I was wearing and let them fall to the floor. I sniffled then
waited to see what I’d have to do next.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom, okay?” he said in a calm
voice. “And it’s going to hurt, a lot. That’s the point, okay?” I
felt so young again… so much like a 7 year old than a 17 year
old….

But I nodded as he grasped my left arm and led me closer to
him. “And I’m going to put you over my knee and you’re going to
remain there for a long time so I know that you learned your lesson.
Is there anything you want to ask me or say before I begin?”

“I… I’m.. sorry,” I said, still shocked that the night would have
to end this way.

He nodded. “I know, Jenn.” He pulled me over his lap and I stared
at the floor for a moment.

I felt a cool breeze as he tugged my panties down and it took all of
my inner strength to only blush instead of kick and scream.

“Getting a fake ID isn’t a good thing, Jenn,” he said softly.

SMACK!!!

His first spank landed sharply across my right cheek causing intense
pain to creep through my body.

“Owwww,” I said, being taken by surprise.

SMACK!!!

The second spank was on my left cheek, causing the same amount of
pain. Now I knew what he meant whenever he gave me playful punches,
cause those were nothing compared to this.

“Owwwww,” I whined again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

He alternated from cheek to cheek, causing my bottom to warm up and
no longer feel that nice cool breeze..

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwwwwwwww, owwwieeee,” I whined, kicking and screaming as the pain
being inflicted on my bottom increased. “Owwwwwwww, Terrence… I’m
sorrrrryyyyyy,” i whined, allowing a few tears to flow from my eyes.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Arrrrrrrrggghhhhh, owwwwwwww, ahhhhhh, owwwwwwwwww.” My legs kicked
like crazy, and I squirmed and wiggled over his lap, but he had a
firm grip on me and I didn’t move too far.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

He landed 20 sharp smacks on my sit spots and I was at this point
kicking more than ever.

“You sneaked into a club, young lady,” he scolded. “You’re only 17
years old, you still have another year. You could have gotten
arrested, or even worse, raped by some old sick guy. I don’t think
you understand how serious this is.”

“I doooooo,” I whined, tears freely flowing down my face.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“I don’t think you do.”

My legs kicked more and more and I cried harder and harder. “But I
doooooo,” I whined, no longer paying attention to the floor, but
instead paying attention to the stinging in my bottom.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“And I’m sure you lied to your mother about where you were going.
Surely your mom wouldn’t allow you to go to a club like this.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Ooowwwwwwwwwwwwww, owwwwwieeeee,” I cried out, trying to block the
smacks from my bottom, but Terrence had pressed my hands down to my
back and held them there.

“Did you, Jennifer? Did you lie to your mom?”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Ye-esssss.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

He stopped spanking for a moment and rubbed my bottom a bit, taking
some of the sting out. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said
softly. “But I have to impress upon you the dangers of what you did.”

“But I knowwww,” I said, still crying heavily.

“I’m almost finished,” he assured me, then lifted his hand back up.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwwwwwwwww… Terrence it hurtsssssss,”

“It’s supossed to hurt.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwww…. owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww…” I whined crying like
crazy and bouncing up and down on his knee.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay
limply over his lap, just crying and bawling like a baby.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

Terrence rested his hand on my bottom one final time. “Okay,
Jennifer… I’m finished,” he said in a soothing voice. “Shhh,
shh… don’t cry anymore little buddy, I’m all done.”

He let me lay there for a little while and regain my composure before
he lifted me up and hugged me tight, letting me lie my head on his
shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered through sobs. “I won’t do it again.”

“You’re a good girl, Jennifer,” he said, patting my head and stroking
my hair softly. “I know you won’t do it again. Shhh, shh…” he
said still holding me in his arms.

After a while I pulled my panties and pants back up, wiped my face
off with a wet papertowel, then went back to the club to find Hillary
and Amber and go home.

“Where the hell have you been!” Hillary said. “We’ve been looking
all around for you.”

“Oh, I was just… talking with an old friend..” I said, blushing a
bit.

The three of us left, me hobbling out of there, still feeling a sting
in my bottom. I even winced a bit whenever I sat down in the car,
avoiding the looks that I was getting from Amber and Hillary.

“That wasn’t worth it,” Hillary finally said.

“Sure wasn’t. I’m not going clubbing again til I’m 18.”

The girls silently agreed with me.

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