Orchestra Trip 2 – M/f

“Okay,” I said, quietly, as the advanced high school played on stage
in front of us. I knew to talk softly, because Trey could pick up
any sound from his spot on stage, and if he heard me talking, I knew
I’d be in for it. “I got some cigarettes from one of my brother’s
friends. He kinda left em sitting out, so I grabbed them and brought
them down here with me. So I figure, we can go into the bathroom
after this performance while they’re doing their sightreading stuff
and we can smoke. How does that sound?”

“Uhmm,” Jade said, nervously. “That’s not a good idea, Steph. I think
I’ll sit out on this one. My parents smoke and I don’t really like it
too much.” It was state festival my seventh grade year, and since we
were performing so late and it was so far away from where we lived,
we were able to stay the night after our competition. The only
problem was, the highschoolers were staying, too, and Trey definitely
wouldn’t let us stay on the floor with them after what happened last
time. We were sure they were going to have a huge party, and one of
the guys had already invited us to come… but for fear of what would
happen, we declined politely.

“Fine with me,” I said, then turned towards Abby. “How about you?”

She shrugged. “Fine with me. You don’t think we’ll get caught, do

“Nahhh… Trey can’t walk into the girls bathroom, and we’ll just
threaten anyone who happens to walk in. I don’t know with what… but
besides, we have the biggest influence in the orchestra.. nobody will
want to tell on us.”

She shrugged again. “I’m in for it. You don’t mind, do you Jade?”

“As long as you don’t do it in the room tonight.”

“Works for me,” I said. We sat listening to their piece, then watched
as everyone on the stage grinned whenever they finished, sure that
they had made superior. Trey turned towards the audience who now
clapped gleefully, and bowed, then got the orchestra to rise and bow
aswell. We just grinned as they walked off stage, and when we were
sure that they were gone I said loudly, so people around could
hear, “we’re going to the bathroom, be back in a minute.” I checked
my backpocket behind my wallet to make sure the small package of cigs
were still there and nodded to Abby who followed me to the bathroom.

I shook with anticipation and Abby stood impatiently. “Will you hurry
up and get those things out ofyour pocket? If we’re too long they’ll
be suspicious!”

“We’ll just say we had to take a shit,” I said, grinning and finally
finding the two cigarettes. I handed her one, and put one in my own
mouth and lit it with the lighter that I used to light my candles. I
sucked in and inhaled a whole shitload of smoke then coughed. “Jesus
Christ,” I said, still coughing.

Abby shrugged again and lit her own, doing it coolly as if she were a
highschooler herself, puffing on it. “Not too bad,” she said.

“You’ve never done this before?” I said, almost turning green, but
still inhaling the smoke.

She shook her head. “Nope, but I like it. How about you?” she asked,
avoiding the fact that I was coughing like crazy.

“It’s okay,” I said. I finally stopped coughing and inhaled more,
getting the hang of it. We then heard a noise at the door and ran
into the stalls, ending up in the same one. She took a last puff, but
I said screw that and threw it in the toilet, then she did the same
and we flushed it, the girls already inside.

“God, it smells like smoke in here,” one said.

The other sniffed. “Yeah it does…” There was silence for a moment
as I stood on the toilet and Abby stood on the floor, and we both
almost began cracking up. “Is anyone in here?” the girl asked.

“Yeah,” Abby said in a high pitched, valley girl voice, almost
causing me to giggle and fall into the toilet.

“Are you smoking?”

“Ewwww, no,” she said, and giggled. “Some girls in here were, though.
It was gross.”

“You’re telling me…” she said. I was, by this time, cracking up,
and ended up letting out a big breath, making a horrible noise. “Are
you okay?” the girl said. Abby was now silently laughing, too.

“Yeah,” she said, coughing, “allergies.”

I could only imagine the weird looks that the girls were giving each
other. “Later,” the girl said. We heard the door open, then shut and
we cracked up laughing.

“Oh my god, you are SO insane!” Abby squeaked. She opened the stall
and I jumped down from the toilet and we stood at the sink washing
our hands.

“Geeze! You guys are taking forever! They told me to come in here and
make sure you didn’t fall in!” Jade screamed. They turned around to
see her opening the door.

“Oh, great to see you, too, Jade,” I said, sarcastically.

Jade wrinkled up her nose. “Come on, guys, get out of here. You’re
going to smell like smoke.”

We nodded and followed her outside to let our clothes air out.

“So?” Jade asked.

We just shrugged. “It was okay,” we agreed.

Jade shrugged back, “if you say so.”

Just then, Trey and some of the seniors came walking outside with a
huge trophy in his hand. We all clapped and cheered as he held it up
and everyone followed him.

We got on the bus about 6 that evening and went to eat dinner at a
fairly nice restuarant. Trey spent the evening telling stories from
the year, sharing memories with everyone, his first year teaching.
Something that would live in his heart forever. His first group of
seniors. I took pride in knowing that I was part of his first group,
also, although I would not be a senior for another 5 years. But one
day I’d be sitting there at that table with him, listening to him
ramble on about how we were whenever we were in 7th grade and all the
trouble we caused. It almost made me want to cry, seeing the seniors
go.. although I did not know many of them. I’d never get to see
Daniel or Brian again, or even the guy who invited me to the party
that night. They all only had two more weeks left of school, and this
would be the last I got to see them. Trey ended the night by giving a
toast to all of the orchestra students for doing such a great job,
and to the seniors for spending 7 years in orchestra. We all clapped
for one another and then a senior lead the toast for Trey, for being
an awesome teacher and helping us win at state.

Around 8 we went to the hotel. We were allowed to stay out until 10,
getting to swim or just hang out for a couple of hours. The
highschoolers went swimming, most of them at least, and the middle
school kids went to one anothers rooms, finding it amusing to flirt
with others.

“Hey, let’s go smoke again,” Abby said. “This’ll be the last time
we’re able to, probably, so might as well.”

“Good idea,” I agreed. We informed Jade of what we were doing and she
shrugged us off, going outside to sit by the pool.

So Abby and I sat outside on the balcony, I not coughing anymore and
she sitting there, admiring the cool air. We did not speak much as we
watched the people inside the pool dunk each other and play around.
They could not see us, but we could see them. I felt so lonely inside.

“It’s weird,” I said. “I barely even know them, and I already miss

“Yeah, another school year, coming to an end. Kind of sad in a way.”

I nodded as we finished up. I carefully put the cigarettes back in my
backpack and laid on the bed. Abby laid on the other bed and we
turned on the tv, watching the news, half boredly. There was a soft
knock on the door. I walked up and answered it to see Trey standing

“Ah, hey Trey,” I said smiling.

He smiled back. “Hey Stephanie. Are the three of you in there?”

“Uhmm, no… Jade went down to the pool, and I guess she’s still

“No no, here I am,” I heard the voice and looked behind Trey to see
her running up, dripping wet. Trey looked over and smiled.

“Mmmk, guess we all are here.”

“Okay, I’ma tape the doors now. So don’t leave now, okay? I don’t
want anything to happen like it did last time.”

I blushed. This was the first time that he’d mentioned it. The three
of us nodded. “We won’t leave..” I assured.

He just smiled. “Goodnight,” he said.

“Night!” the three of us said happily and shut the door.


The next morning, we arose bright and early. Well, morely around 9am,
there was a loud knock at the door, unanswered until the third
attempt whenever he started yelling at someone to answer the door.
Abby, of course, was appointed as the door answerer, and she opened
it, looked out, said “we’re up,” then shut it back. I knew Trey was
still standing there, slight grin on his face… and about to knock..


Wow, am I good or what?

“Come on, guys, get up,” he said.

We all whined and finally Abby got back up ando pened the
door. “We’re really up this time,” she said, trying to shut the door
again, but he held it open with his hand.

“Hey guys!” he yelled into the room, causing Jade and me to jump half
a mile into the air.

“Jesus Christ, Trey, you don’t have to scare the mess out of us…”
Jade said. He just chuckled lightly.

“There’s a continental breakfast downstairs, but some fast food
places around. Be back at the bus by 10:30.”

We all nodded and then ungracefully got up, fighting over the shower.
After dressing ourselves we dropped our stuff off at the bus, then
walked over to Burger King where we gorged our faces with bacon
biscuits. We finally arrived back to the bus where everyone was
getting on, and I quickly grabbed my backpack from the ground so one
of the loaders wouldn’t shove it in the bottom and I ran on the bus,
my backpack almost causing me to fall off because I accidently
knocked it against the door.

We finally took our seats, in the back like usual, Jade in front of
us, and I threw my backpack in front of me and instantly put on my
portible cd player, giving Abby one ear of it so we could act goofy
and sing together. We sat there, waiting for Trey to get on the bus
and call to make sure we were all there, but it was taking an
unusuably long time. I kinda lifted myself up, to see if I could see
him, but all I saw was the high school bus leave. Then I felt Trey
stepping on the bus, angrily. He proceeded to raise the microphone
thingy to his mouth.

“Everyone take off your headphones,” he said loudly. Then he waited,
and everyone did as instructed, except for Abby and me, of course. We
knew that he didn’t need to be yelling at us about cleaning our room.
He waited longer then got back on the microphone. “Stephanie, that
means you and Abby, too,” he said, giving us a stern look. We
reluctantly took our earphones out and sat up straight to listen to
him. He called the names of everyone, waiting for them to say here,
and everyone was on the bus. But we still didn’t leave. “I found
this,” he said, holding up a cigarette in his hand, “outside the bus.
Now, that means that somebody on this bus has cigarettes on them.” He
paused for a moment and there was a buzz as everyone looked around,
already accusing people. Abby and I looked at eachother and then Jade
looked back. “I’d like for whose ever this is to stand up right now
and confess.” Silence. Nobody admitted to it. I looked down at my
backpack where the zipper was half open. Trey began walking towards
the back of the bus and i couldn’t make any sudden movements or he’d
know it was me… “This, was in somebody’s backpack,” he said,
inching closer to me as I tried to look him straight in the eye
without flinching, “and I’d like to know whose it was.” His eyes were
dead on me. He finally stopped next to Abby and me. “Okay, that’s it.
Everybody off the bus, we’re having a check.” Everybody groaned. We
had had one of these before whenever somebody was accused of stealing
a watch. Still, nobody fessed up. Meanwhile, I was freaking out. I
had cigarettes in my backpack, and he was about to check everyone’s
bag… what was I to do. “Everyone out,” he said sternly and we began
to file out slowly, dreading every moment of this.

We stood outside in a line, boys on one side and girls on the other,
embarassed as hell. There was a woman chaperone checking all of the
girls, padding them down to try and find cigarettes, and a man doing
the same for the boys. Trey came off the bus with a disappointed look
in his eyes,staring straight at me. I gulped… it was beginning to
get harder for me to breathe. “I’ll take blame,” Abby said,

“No, it’s okay. I got them, I won’t even mention you.”

Abby shrugged in a “suit yourself” manner.

The chaperones finally got finished checking everybody, finding

“Now, I want everyone to march back in their rooms and go clean up
their messes. Is it necessary that every trip we go on we have to do
this?” he said in a scolding voice. Everyone was curious to know who
the guilty party was, but Trey was determined not to let them know.

We all went up to our rooms, and he followed the three of us. He knew
that our room was decent looking, and normally he would tell us just
to stay at the bus. But not today. Today he went with us to our room,
as if he needed to monitor our cleaning up.

We walked in and he slammed the door shut behind him, motioning for
us all to sit on the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
package of cigarettes and a lighter. Looking directly at me he
said, “care to explain this to me?”

I took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. “Well, um… I got
those.. from a friend of my brothers… and brought them with me.”

“And you’ve smoked them on the trip, haven’t you?”

I nodded slowly and looked down at the ground.

“What about the two of you?” he asked, no longer looking at me.

“It wasn’t…” I began.

“They can answer for themselves.”

Jade spoke first. “I promise, Trey, I didn’t smoke any. I hate

Trey nodded then looked towards Abby.

“Me either,” she said. She knew I didn’t mind, because I knew she’d
do it for me. Either of them would.

Trey nodded again. “Well, then, the two of you may go ahead to the
bus,” he said. They nodded and gave me a compasionate smile, then
headed out of the door.

“Young lady,” Trey began, “I cannot believe you. Now, I thought what
you did last time was outrageous, and believe me it was. But this
time.. to steal a package of cigarettes, smoke on the trip and to top
it off lie to me? What are you thinking?” he scolded.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered.

“Do you realize how bad this stuff is for you?” he said, referring to
the cigarettes. “Do you realize how dangerous it is, smoking in these
hotel rooms, because something could catch on fire? Or smoking in
public where a police officer could see you and you could get
arrested? Do you realize that?” he asked, putting his fingers
underneath my chin and forcing me to look into his upset
eyes. “Stephanie, you are 13 years old, far too young to begin this
habit. Understand?” I nodded. “And I don’t appreciate the fact that
you lied to me. You could have been let off much easier if you would
have fessed up before I searched your backpack.” I nodded again. He
let go of my chin as tears began to form in my eyes. I could feel his
disappointment in me and I just wanted for him not to be mad at me,
and to trust me. But I had broken that trust.

He sighed. “Well,” he said, “you know how I’m going to handle
this…” he said, standing me up, and taking my position on the bed.
I felt relieved, seeing that he hadn’t taken his belt off this
time. “And all while I’m doing this, I want you to think about how
much you have let me down, okay?” he asked, looking straight into my
eyes. I nodded again.

He took my left arm and led me over his lap, my body already shaking
with fear. Even though he didn’t have his belt off, being over his
lap like this was the most embarassing position…

I felt him flip my skirt up and yank down my panties. He didn’t begin
with a lecture, but instead began with sharp smacks on my bottom.


He pounded rhythmetically on my barebottom, five short, sharp smacks
on my right cheek, then proceeded to do the same with my left cheek,
in the same spot each time.


His smacks had such a sting that I was already squirming.


“Now Stephanie, SMACK!,” he began, me squirming more and whining with
each smack, “I SMACK am very SMACK very SMACK disappointed in you
SMACK SMACK SMACK! I hope you understand SMACK! that whenever you
break the rules SMACK SMACK! you will be SMACK! punished SMACK SMACK!

My bottom was stinging and I was still shaking and nearly crying with
embarassment and pain, and every time I was smacked I nearly yelped
with pain.


“Yes, sir,” I answered, taking my punishment well for so much pain
being administered to me.


“Owwww,” I said in protest, finally. It was really beginning to


“Owwwwwww, I’m sorry…” I said, almost to the point of
wailing. “Please, no more…”


I cried softly as I kicked my legs a bit and squirmed like crazy on
his lap. “Stephanie,” he said, that same stern voice he had kept
through the entire punishment. “Keep still.”


I tried to keep still, honestly… but I couldn’t, it was stinging
too much. “Stephanie!” he nearly yelled. “If you don’t keep still, it
will only be worse.”

I whined and cried and pleaded. “Please… no more… please,” I

“I’m not close to being finished yet,” he said


I cried harder, keeping myself from the squirming, at least it was
working a ltitle bit. Then he stopped abruptly and lifted me up. My
hands went immediately to my stinging bottom, but he pushed them
away. “No, Stephanie, we’re not finished yet.”

This caused a louder whine to escape from my mouth. He ignored it
though and laid me across the bed, my feet placed on the floor. I
prayed silently that he would not use the belt again….


I felt a hot stinging on my bottom, worse than Trey’s hand, which was
fierce enough as it was. I cried out from pain, not expecting such a
blow. I struggled to look back and see what it was, but I was
stopped. “Head DOWN!” he said sternly. “Now, if you will lay there
and do as you were told, this will be finished quicker, young lady.”
I weeped into the bed sheets.

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

I cried harder and harder, and I could barely contain myself because
of the pain… I tried hard not to struggle… not to wiggle around,
but it was so hard…

WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!!

“Stephanie, WHACK!!! I do not want to have to do this to you again,
WHACK!!!! I don’t think that your brother will be too pleased
whenever I tell him about what you’ve done WHACK!!!!”

This got my immediate attention, although my bottom was throbbing. I
loved my brother a lot, don’t get me wrong, but whenever he found out
about the drinking incident, he freaked out… he said if Trey hadn’t
have already done so, he’d spank me himself. He also added that next
time, he’d spank me anyway. I had never been spanked by my brother,
but I knew his punishments would be as bad, if not worse, than Trey’s.

“Nooooo,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t tell him…”


That shut me up.

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

I was done struggling… all I could do was lay limply over the bed,
sobbing into the sheets, thinking “wow, deja vu.” I felt Trey sit
down on the bed next to me as he pulled my panties up and put my
skirt down. He picked me up from the bed and I wiped my eyes as he
looked at me. “Stephanie, I love you, and so does your brother. I
don’t want to see you hurt yourself like this.”

I nodded, realizing his repetitiveness, but also realzing that he
really did care about me, or he wouldn’t have done this.

“Now,” he said, finally revealing the small paddle that he had used
to spank me with. I shuddered upon seeing it. “Tell me why I even
brought this on the trip.”

I shrugged, not sure of how he wanted me to answer.

“I brought this on the trip because there are some kids on this trip
that I knew I would have problems with, and I knew if I showed it to
them, it would shut them up. I did not bring it to actually use,
although I knew I would if I had to.” He paused, picking my chin up
again. “Do I really have to go through these motions everytime we go
on a trip, Stephanie? I know you know how to behave… you do
everyday in class, and everytime we perform somewhere, you do just
fine. Your a wonderful student…” I did not speak. He pushed the
hair out of my eyes and we sat there as I regained my composure. I
finally got up and washed my face and we walked out to the bus
together, the paddle in his back pocket.

“So you’re not going to tell my brother?” I asked, hopefully.

He looked down and smiled at me. “You wish that I wasn’t going to
tell your brother.”

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