Orchestra Trip #1


This is the first story in the Oak Grove Academy mini-series (and my first spanking story ever posted).  Stephanie and her two best friends are stoked for their orchestra trip to Seattle, even more so when they sneak alcohol from the unauthorized high school party.  The downside is that the orchestra teacher is a family friend of Stephanie’s, and any rule-breaking is immediately punished.


It was my second year in orchestra at this particular school and I was in seventh grade. We had a new teacher, fresh from college, young and good looking. He was very quiet, but he whipped us into shape quickly and we were on our way to being the best middle school orchestra in the country.

We weren’t the only school he taught at. He also taught at the high school which was a few minutes away. We were Oakwood Middle and they were Oakwood high. Both schools specialized in Arts and Music, and whenever our old orchestra teacher, the one I had in sixth grade, retired, she gladly gave the job over to Trey, one of her former students, first chair in her Advanced Orchestra at the high school whenever he was a freshman.

Our seventh-grade trip was taken with both the middle school and the high school to Seattle, Washington. It was me and my two friends, Abby and Jade. The three of us would share a room. We were the first chair in each of our sections, me playing cello, Abby the viola, and Jade the violin, and we were actually quite mature for our age. That’s why we weren’t surprised whenever Trey came up to us on the bus full of screaming middle schoolers.

“Hi,” he said and sat down next to Jade who sat in front of Abby and me. Abby and I loved having the very very back seat, and Jade loved having her own seat, mostly because she didn’t want to be smushed up between two loud and annoying girls who blared music that she didn’t care for too much.

“Hey,” we said back, still giggling about something that Jade had just said.

“Okay, girls, I’ve been thinking about this. I wanted to keep everyone together according to age, but it looks as if we’re one room too short on the second floor. I trust you guys because you three are very bright young ladies and I trust you won’t do anything stupid.” He paused for a moment. “Do you mind if I put you on the third floor with the high schoolers?”

I giggled a bit, thinking about how cool it was going to be sleeping in a room next to one of the sexy seniors. And maybe they would accept us instead of acting like we were little kids.

“Sure,” the three of us said in unison.

“Great,” Trey said and gave a small grin, then ruffled Jade’s hair and moved back to the front of the bus. Whenever he left we burst into laughter. Okay, so maybe we weren’t so mature.

“That’s so awesome!” Abby squeaked.

“I know!” I squeaked back.

“Come on, guys,” Jade said, trying to bring us back to reality. “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

We looked at her as if she was crazy then continued our conversation. “Maybe we’ll be right next to Daniel!” Abby said, referring to the hottest guy on the trip. Yes, we were definitely a couple of seventh graders.


The three of us lugged our bags into the first room on the third floor. Our suitcases seemed to be bigger than we were. Jade found her key and inserted it into the door then we threw our bags inside.

“Argg, geez this thing is heavy,” Abby complained carrying one of my suitcases. She was a light packer, forgetting nearly everything, whereas Jade and I packed our entire closets and bathrooms. Abby focused on bringing food. “What the hell do you have in here, Steph?” she asked me, having a bit of trouble getting inside the door. I just grinned and threw my stuff down, then went back to get the bag that she couldn’t seem to carry.


It was our last night in the hotel and we were lying in the bed, listening to my portable cd player, eating the last of the food that Abby had brought, watching tv, and laughing about the previous events. We were minding our own business whenever we heard a noise outside our door. Abby freaked out, Jade was nearly asleep next to her, and me, I was curious. I looked out of the peephole to see… well what do you know, Daniel. And then I hear a soft knock on our door and watched him step sideways, tip-toeing off. I opened the door and poked my head outside.

“Hi?” I said, questioning.

He jumped then turned around. “Oh, hey,” he said. Then the look on his face changed to confusion. “Wait, aren’t you one of the eighth graders or something?”

“…Something like that,” I said.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You didn’t,” I said.

“Oh, okay. I’m Daniel.”

“I’m Stephanie.”

“We were taking the tape off of all of the doors. Brian’s having a party, you guys are welcome to join if you want.”

My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to think. “Okay,” I said shyly.

“But you have to keep it down. And don’t blab to anyone, okay? I don’t care how much they torture you about it. You kids don’t need to know about parties until next year.”

I nodded as he walked off and took the tape off of the room next door, then knocked softly, as he had on mine. A short girl answered and threw her arms around him. “Party in Brian’s room,” he said formally and the girl nodded, then ran down the hallway quietly to the last room on the left. I went back inside my room.

“What was that about?” Abby asked.

“Daniel,” I said, containing my excitement. “He wants us to come to the party,” I said as I pointed down to Brian’s room.

“How cool!” Abby shrieked.

“But we have to keep it down, okay? I don’t want them to get into trouble or anything. That’d suck.”

Abby nodded then smacked Jade. “Come on, get up. We HAVE to go to this.”

Jade groaned. “I don’t think this is such a great idea,” she said. “Adam said they usually have alcohol… and even though we probably wouldn’t get caught, if we did, they could suspend us.” Adam was her older brother.

“Aww come on, Jade,” I pestered. “It isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, Trey likes us. He wouldn’t let us get suspended.”

Abby looked a little worried, too. She concentrated for a moment, then finally said, “aww come on, it’ll be great. We can’t worry about it.”

Jade finally grinned and said, “I’m in.”

We walked down the quiet hallway in our pj pants with tiny shirts and finally came up to Brian’s room. My heart was racing from the adrenaline that dwelled inside of me. I knocked quietly on the door, listening to the silence around me, wondering if there was really a party. The door was finally opened and the tall lanky boy stood in front of us holding a beer.

“Aww hell,” he said. “What are you guys doing?”

“Um,” I began.

“Daniel invited us,” Jade finished.

“What the fuck… Daniel,” he called behind him, then the boy appeared behind his shoulder.

“Huh?” he said with that half-stoned look on his face.

They spoke for a moment then decided that we shouldn’t come in. We pouted until I finally spoke up.

“Can we have something to drink at least?”

“No,” Brian said, pissed off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re too young.”

“So are you.”

“Where the hell are you going to drink it?”

“In our room.”

“No,” he repeated.

“Awww, come on, Brian… we won’t pester you anymore.”

He took this into consideration. “Okay, but if you get caught, you didn’t see or talk to us tonight, and if you even hint that we gave it to you, I’ll kick your ass, understand?”

“Definitely,” I said, grinning as he looked at Abby and Jade who nodded their heads also. He went back inside the room as Daniel muttered an apology and walked inside as well, then Brian returned with three bottles of Smirnoff. He threatened us again as we walked away waving and grinning. Even if we weren’t able to go to the party, we at least had alcohol, something we wanted to experiment with but never had the chance.

We opened the bottles and walked down the hallway snickering, finally deciding that we didn’t want to go back to the room, but wanted to stay out instead. And we settled on sitting on the stairs. By this time our adrenaline was so great that we ran up and down the stairs a few times, drinks in hand, taking a few sips. We even had competitions to see who could drink and run at the same time, but we mostly spilled it all over ourselves. Then we got out of breath and sat down for a while, talking loudly and giggling about stupid things.

“I’m hungry,” Jade said and I burst into laughter.

“Me too,” Abby said, giggling like me, and I nodded in agreement. So we raced each other down the stairs to the second floor where the vending machine was. Jade won, being the hungriest. We inserted the little bit of money we had into the machine and watched candy bars fall out in amazement. We weren’t drunk at all, just acting stupid. We decided to ride the elevator back up to the third floor, but pressed the fifth floor instead and rode our way back down. We ran back to the staircase and giggled for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally we settled down a bit, sitting there just talking and getting sleepy. We weren’t even halfway through with our bottles.

“Mmmmk,” Jade said whenever she finished off her bottle then stretched out. “I’m ready for bed.” Abby and I shook our head but decided Jade could go to bed if she wanted, but we were going to stay down there and finish our drinks.

So the three of us stood up to walk her back to the room after declaring our plans. Our bottles were sitting down on one of the steps below us and when Jade bent over to get hers, Abby and I had the wonderful idea to smack her ass, just for play. But as we did she stumbled a bit and Abby’s bottle of Smirnoff went tumbling down the stairs and landed on the bottom with a big crash.

We stood there with our mouths dropped open. Finally I had the bright idea to run to the room and get a towel to clean it up before someone came and realized what was up. No, I didn’t have the sense to leave it there and run. I had to clean it up then run.

So the three of us hurried to the room then hurried back to the staircase and wiped the floor off with a towel. Then the door swung open, Abby plopped herself down on the towel that she was using to clean up the broken glass and alcohol, Jade hid herself, and I hid my bottle behind my back, all in a split second.

Trey appeared in the doorway.

“What in the world are you girls doing?” he said in a scolding whisper.

Abby grinned in her spot and I chewed on my lip.

“Answer me,” he said.

“Um,” I muttered, and he walked towards us, letting the door shut behind him, and pulled Abby up from her spot then grabbed my arms from behind my back, revealing the nearly empty bottle of Smirnoff. Finally Jade appeared, shamefully staring at the floor, and walked up to Trey.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, tears already beginning to form in her eyes.

“Go to your room,” Trey said, not trying to keep his voice in a whisper now. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The three of us hurried up to our room and shut the door quietly, then sat on our beds, awaiting our doom.

I felt horrible. “I’m sorry for getting you guys into this,” I said.

“It’s not your fault,” Abby said. “We all agreed to it.”

Jade was now letting silent tears fall from her eyes. She had never gotten into any trouble like this before.

We sat there for a couple of minutes, wondering what Trey was doing. Hopefully not calling our parents. It was, after all, three in the morning. Funny, it definitely hadn’t seemed like three hours since Daniel was at our door, inviting us to a party.

knock knock knock, we heard softly on our door and I was the one who opened it, staring at the red carpet the whole time, allowing Trey to enter. I walked back to my bed.

He came over towards us and looked at us disappointedly.

“What is going on?” he said, keeping himself calm. It was amazing. Of course, I’d never seen Trey really get pissed off before.

I looked up into his disappointed eyes. “It’s my fault,” I said. He gave me a questioning look, but kept that frightening disappointment there. “I brought the alcohol for us to drink tonight, and talked them into doing it. I’m sorry,” I said.

“I highly doubt that’s how it happened, Stephanie. Now, why don’t you try telling me the truth.”

I felt a pang in my stomach. But I figured I could get out of it much easier if I told what really happened. I just couldn’t let Trey know that Brian or Daniel had anything to do with it. They’d hate me forever. “Okay,” I said and took a deep breath. “Somebody came by and asked us to come to a party, but whenever we went, the people there didn’t want us to be there. So we asked for something to drink and this is what they gave us. But honestly, Trey, it really is my fault. I’m the one who talked them into doing this, I had the idea in the first place. Please don’t punish them,” I said, glancing towards Jade who was still crying those silent tears. I looked back at Trey who nodded slowly.

“Who gave you the drinks?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sighed. “Well, ladies, I can’t believe that you would do something like this. I put my trust into you. I knew these kids were going to do something stupid like this, but I can’t believe that you helped them out. Can’t believe you broke the rules, being out past curfew and drinking alcohol. Those rules are set for a reason, you understand that right?” We nodded. “Stephanie, I need to have a word with you in my room. As for the two of you, I think each of you has a well-deserved punishment lined up. Stephanie, wait in the hall for me. And don’t even think about running off.” I gulped and nodded, then made my way out the door and sat against the wall in the hallway.

Curiosity filled my mind. I wondered deeply what was going to happen. And why were they getting fussed at in our room and he was going to take me down to his room? Maybe he just figured he needed to watch me more closely?

Of course, then I heard the noises from my room. I heard a few loud cries from one of my roommates, and that scared me even more. But before my imagination could take things too far, the door behind me opened and the tall figure walked out and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. “We have a few things to discuss,” he said as we walked to the elevator and he pressed the down button. We proceeded to go down to his floor in silence, then stood in front of his hotel room, and he opened the door walking me in.

“Now,” he said, closing the door behind him, directing me to sit on the king-sized bed in front of us. “Are you ready to tell me who gave you the drinks?”

I shook my head again.

“Stephanie, let me explain something to you. You are my responsibility this weekend. If something happened to you, it would be my fault. This curfew isn’t something that I have done to punish or hurt anybody, it’s there so you don’t get hurt. Anybody could walk into this hotel late at night and hurt you. That’s why you aren’t supposed to be running around at night. And, if I might add, the three of you were extremely loud. And I’m not just talking about whenever you broke the glass, but you were running around and giggling. If I had known it was one of my kids out there, I would’ve put an end to it long ago.”

I nodded to show him I was listening.

“I have no choice but to punish you for what you’ve done, so that I’ll know this will never happen again. You understand, right?”

I nodded again. With that he began to unbuckle his belt then slide it through the loops of his jeans. That’s when I finally realized what was happening.

“Wait,” I said suddenly. “You’re not going to… Oh God, Trey… please… no…” I pleaded.

“Yeah, I am. You’ve left me with no other choice. You deliberately disobeyed me,” he said, folding his belt over to make a loop, “and you lied to me. And I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences for you actions, and that you will never do this again.”

“But,” I said, “I won’t do it again.. I… I’m sorry…” I had only been spanked once as a child, and that was when I stole candy from a local store. My dad had taken me home to find the melted candy in my pocket, then he scolded me and laid me over his lap to spank me. But I was only seven then. Now I was thirteen. That was too old to get a spanking.

“I know you are, Stephanie,” he said, breaking my train of thought. “But I have to do this. Now stand up.”

“Nooo,” I pleaded. “Please, Trey, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” I said, beginning to cry.

“Stand up,” he said, not reacting at all to my pleas and cries.

“Trey please nooo,” I cried more.

“Stephanie,” he said firmly, “I will not ask you again.”

I wiped my face with my hand and stood up reluctantly. He felt so much taller than me right now, although he was only about 4 or 5 inches taller. He turned me around with his arms. “Pull down your pants, Stephanie.”

I almost choked. “Noooooo,” I pleaded even louder. “You can’t.. Trey, no.” I suddenly blushed as I whined, being incredibly embarrassed at thinking about him seeing me half-naked.

“If you don’t do it, I will.”

That threat was enough to make me blush even more, then drop my pajama pants, exposing my white cotton panties to him. I stood, facing the wall, but he spoke to me anyway, knowing that I was listening. “Stephanie, I trusted you. I trusted the three of you. That’s why I put you on the floor with them, because I knew that if anybody could resist temptation, it would be you. But you proved me wrong tonight, and you have broken that trust. And you’re going to have to build that back up before I can let you off alone again. So tomorrow, I want the three of you to sit with me, and I’m going to watch your every move, because I don’t trust you anymore.” His words punched me in the stomach as more tears began streaming down my face. Guilt spread throughout my body and I felt horrible for letting him down so much.

Then, without warning, he leaned me over his bed, and I cried more, realizing how much I had really screwed up this time. I buried my face into the cover and waited.


The first hit took me by surprise, although I was expecting it. It hurt so badly, more than I could imagine.

“Owww,” I said, not wanting to complain too much, but wanting to let him know that it did indeed hurt. Because it did!


The second hit was harder than the first.


Now my bottom was stinging with pain and I was crying loudly and kicking my legs.

“Stop,” he said sternly, putting my feet back on the ground.

He then decided to pull my panties down to my knees and my full bottom was exposed now. I whimpered about it for a bit, but my whining stopped whenever I felt a sharp smack on my rear end from his hand. So I just continued sobbing into the blankets.


He was now spanking me with his bare hand instead of that awful belt, but believe me, it still stung like crazy. I fought not to cry out too much, or to even kick, but it was so hard with the sting already there and his hand hitting me repetitively making it all worse.

“I SMACK am very SMACK disappointed SMACK SMACK in you SMACK Stephanie. SMACK SMACK. I SMACK can’t believe that SMACK you would do anything so SMACK SMACK SMACK stupid SMACK SMACK!” he lectured.

“I’m sorry,” I wailed through sobs.

“I know you are SMACK SMACK SMACK!!! But can you assure me that this won’t happen again? SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!”

“Yesssss,” I cried. “I promise.” But he didn’t lay off. He kept spanking me with his hands that felt like a wooden paddle that my elementary school principal would have used.

Then he stopped for a moment. “No,” he said, “I’m not finished.” I was still crying into the sheets.

I heard the belt jingle around in his hands.

“Ten more,” he said. “Then I’ll be finished.”

I nodded, in pain.


“Owwwww,” I whined.


“Uhnnn,” I was feeling intense pain.




“Owwwww, please no more, I’ll be good.”


“Please,” I begged.

And the last two were the worse of all.


My only reaction was a loud whine, and more tears flowing from my eyes.


I heard him drop the belt to the floor as I buried my head into my right hand and rubbed my backside with my left. My bottom was on fire, and it was stinging and aching more than ever.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” he said back, sitting on the bed next to me stroking my hair.

We lay like that for a good ten or so minutes, until I finally pulled my panties and pj pants up and painfully sat down on his bed next to him. I yawned.

“You should go to bed,” he said calmly.

I nodded. My eyes were red and puffy and I was super tired. “This won’t happen again, Trey, I promise.”

“I hope not. I’m sorry your night had to end this way.”

“Me too,” I said with a slight grin as I stood up and rubbed my bottom more.

Next Story-  Oak Grove #2:  Second Orchestra Trip

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