Brianna: Party!


While Terrence is out of town, Brianna throws a party.


“I’m just going to be gone for the weekend. Are you sure you’ll be okay 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, 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, waving goodbye. I grinned and waved back watching him back 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, leaving me alone. 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 when 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 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, 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 my friends, I couldn’t back down now.

I called it the beginning of school year 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 I’ma go on home, but thanks.”

I smiled and shrugged then yelled again over the loud 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 party was 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.



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


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 SUPPOSED 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 junkyard. “Stay here,” he said. I complied 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’d be a good tool for a small child in case 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 when I get finished with you,” he interrupted.

“Can’t… can’t you just do it over my pants?” I asked, knowing that a bare bottom 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.

Before I was even fully settled, the spanking began.  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “I cannot believe you, Brianna,” he scolded, cracking down the board against my butt. “Having a party…” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!  “Drinking alcohol…”  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “And smoking…” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!  “I’m VERY disappointed.”

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, crying like a baby.

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

“Yesssssss,” I cried. 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 him 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 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.


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