“I’m an angel, I wouldn’t dare!”

“I’m going to just be gone for the weekend. Are you going to be okay
here by yourself?” Terrence asked me for the 500th time.

“Yes, Terrence, I’ll be fine,” I said, urging him again to leave.

“Okay, well, the emergency numbers are on the fridge, and..”

“I know, I know, if I need anything call Jacob.”

Terrence smiled. “I don’t know about leaving you here… I mean…”

I sighed loudly. “Terrence… go. Have fun, mmk? I’ll be fine.” He
was going to spend the weekend with his girlfriend in Florida and I
was all for the idea. I didn’t get to spend much time by myself, and
the poor guy was under a lot of stress, with keeping me and all. I
wanted him to get out and have a nice time.

Terrence mock-sighed back at me. “Well, okay…” He hugged me. “I’ll
be back Sunday afternoon and… well, just have a good time. And
don’t do anything I wouldn’t let you do, okay?”

I smiled. “I’m an angel, I wouldn’t dare!”

“Yeah, right…” He walked out the door with his suitcases in hand
and loaded them into the trunk and waved goodbye. I grinned and waved
back watching him drive out of our driveway, down the street, and
turn right onto the highway where he would be going to his
girlfriend’s house, then on a trip miles away from me, leaving me by
myself. Oh yes, this would be an awesome weekend.

It was a Friday night, and I had nothing wild planned. Actually, I
had to work, and I knew whenever I got home that I’d be too worn out
to do anything more than sit in front of the tv and watch hours of
the discovery channel. So I decided that Saturday would be the
perfect night for a party.

I called up my friends and asked if they wanted to come over, and to
invite anyone they wanted for some loud music and lots of alcohol. I
had a friend from work who told me he’d provide if I paid. After
calling everyone I knew, or rather, liked, I got ready for work and
set out into the hot summer air to the local pizza place that I
worked at to waste a Friday night making pizzas for loud, annoying
customers who were never satisfied. I talked to my friend, Nate, and
gave him $40, compliments of Terrence for food, gas, whatever I
decided to buy, and gave him a list of stuff to get us, which mostly
consisted of wine coolers and beer, and a little hard liquor, but not
too much. He came back up there, car glowing in the midst of the
black night, and I shoved them into the trunk of my car and gave him
a huge hug, thanking him a million times.

I got back to my house, put the stuff in the fridge, and wasted the
rest of the night watching F.B.I. Files and stuff like that. Around
2, I yawned and dozed off to sleep on the couch, the tv still talking
softly in front of me.

The next afternoon I woke up at 1, talked to Terrence, who was super
worried, on the phone for about 10 minutes until he was assured that
I was fine, the house wasn’t burnt down, and I hadn’t been in trouble
with the police. I felt kind of guilty after I hung up the phone,
thinking how much Terrence would be let down if he knew what I was
doing, but I pushed the thought away. I had already invited the
people, I couldn’t back down now.

I called it the beginning of summer bash. Yes, it was a bash, even
for an unpopular person like me. Somehow the word got around to
people I went to school with and there ended up being tons of people
on my doorstep at 8 that night. I charged the people that I didn’t
like a fee of $5, not because I didn’t like them, but because they
were high or drunk enough to give it to me. Around 9:30, I called
Nate at work and asked him if he could drop by with more beer, the
guys were drinking that stuff like it was the only thing on the
planet. He agreed, and I promised I would pay him back and if I
didn’t he could kick my ass.

Nate knocked on my door at 11pm, and I gratefully answered so the
idiots who actually paid me could get some more to drink. “You can
stay if ya want..” I yelled over the loud heavy music behind me. He
just grinned slightly.

“Nahhh, I think Ima go on home, but thanks.”

I smiled and shrugged then yelled again of the yell music, “Okay,
suit yourself!”

I, was not drunk. I was drinking, but I could walk straight. My
friends around me were smoking pot, which I didn’t like the idea of,
and anytime I caught someone, I took the joint away from them, much
to their disliking. I wasn’t about to get caught with pot in my
house… Terrence would kill me! What if it had been hiding behind a
doorway or something? He’d think I was smoking it. Nope, not going to
take that chance.

By 12:30 the crowd started thinning out. I guess they thought my
parties were boring. It didn’t matter to me, my friends and I were
having a good time acting like idiots and dancing around my small
living room to KoRn.

“This party is smashing!” some wasted girl told me.

I grinned. “Sure is!” I yelled back.

“I’m Sue!” she said loudly.

“I’m…”

“BRIANNA NICOLE CARTER! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!???!!”

Uhoh, I thought. The music stopped and I turned around to see
Terrence standing in the doorway, a very, very angry look on his face.

“Uhhhh…”

The people started filtering out of my house, racing to the door,
seeing that the party had been busted. Terrence just stood there,
eyeing me, not a very happy look on his face. He stared me down, but
I couldn’t look at him. I just muttered apologies to everyone who
walked past me until finally, everyone was outside. I looked around
the house. Everything looked trashed… the floor was cluttered with
plastic cups, there were cigarette butts everywhere, beer cans…

“What the fuck are you doing, Brianna!” Terrence yelled at me,
slamming the front door shut with a BAM!

“Uhmmm… just hanging out with some friends,” I said in a small
voice, feeling like a kid with his large frame towering over me like
it was.

“Hanging out with some friends!” he yelled, so loudly it caused me to
jump. He picked up a few empty beer cans and held them out. “You call
THIS hanging out with some friends?!?” He chunked the can to the
side. “I thought I could trust you, Brianna! But you go and have a
party while I’m gone, I know you were drinking, were you smoking,
too?”

“But you.. you never said.. I couldn’t have a party..” I stammered.

“BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOU’RE NOT SUPOSSED TO HAVE ONE!” he yelled. “Do I
have to spell it out for you? Do I have to write every single little
rule three feet high and shove it under your face for you to see it!
You know better than this.”

“I.. I’m.. sorry..” I stammered again. I was shaking like crazy, and
his anger wasn’t helping me be any calmer. He finally just
exasperatedly turned around and began picking up the littered floor.
I helped a bit, throwing some empty cans and cups into the garbage
can, sitting turned over stuff back up. “I’m in a lot of trouble,
aren’t I?” I said in an almost inaudible voice.

“Oh yeah, Brianna. You’re in a LOT of trouble,” he said, throwing the
last bit of stuff away. The living room no longer looked like a junk
yard. “Stay here,” he said, me complying as he went to his room for a
minute while I stood there like a bump on a log. Why had I been so
completely stupid? Friday night would’ve been a much better night to
have the damn party… (Obviously I wasn’t feeling any remorse yet.)

He came back into the room carrying a board. It was a good sized
board… looked like it be a good tool for a small child incase they
ever got out of line…. My thoughts broke off there. “No,” I said,
as much of a shock to him as myself…

He didn’t reply to that. “Go bring me every ounce of alcohol you have
in this house.”

My feet were glued to the floor and my eyes to the paddle he was
holding in his hands.

“RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!” he bellowed.

I jumped a bit from his voice and ambled to the kitchen, grabbing the
wine coolers from the fridge, and the beer cans and hard liquor from
the counter. I brought it back to where Terrence was, and then I
handed him a wad of cash, a good $100. He didn’t even question the
money, just said “Anything else you need to give me?” I dug in my
pocket, finding three joints and a package of cigarettes.

“These aren’t mine,” I said, pointing to the joints. “Someone had
them, and I didn’t want em smoking around me..” I was glad he
actually let me speak.

“And these cigarettes?”

“Those.. well, I smoked some of them…”

He nodded. “You know the procedure,” he said, quietly, amazingly calm.

“Terrence.. I feel really bad…”

“You’ll feel even worse whenever I get finished with you,” he
interrupted.

“Can’t… can’t you just do it over my pants?” I asked, knowing that
a barebottom one was in store, but it was worth a try.

“Yeah, right, Brianna. You’re going to have a huge party, loud music,
people smoking and drinking… yeah, I’ll do it over your pants,” he
said sarcastically.

I groaned but pulled my pants and panties down letting them fall to
the ground. I gave a puppy face, but Terrence ignored it and instead
took me by the arm and pulled me over the end of the couch.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“I cannot believe you, Brianna,” he scolded.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Having a party…”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Drinking alcohol..”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“And smoking..”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“I’m VERY disappointed in you.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

By this time I was kicking and screaming and pleading and whining…
anything you could imagine to come from a well spanked 16 year old.

“I’m sorryyyyyy,” I pleaded. I lay across the couch, in so much pain,
my bottom throbbing, me crying like a baby.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“I don’t want you to EVER WHACK! do this again WHACK!, do you
understand me? WHACK!”

“Yesssssss,” I cried, jumping up and down on my feet. I heard the
paddle drop to the floor through my sobs and then felt Terrence lift
me from my position. He took me into his lap. “Shhhh, it’s okay,
Brianna. It’s okay hon..” He wrapped his arms around me and we sat
there on the couch, me crying and he comforting me in his soothing
voice, allowing me to bury my head into his chest.

“I’m sorry..” I muttered, as if he didn’t already know already.

“Shhhh,” he said in a hushed voice. “It’s all over, Bri.. it’s okay..
I’m finished.”

I nodded softly and lay there until I regained my composure and vowed
to myself never to drink or smoke or party again.

UNKNOWN

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