Fake ID


Jenn uses a fake ID to get into a club that just happens to be the same one that her friend works at.


“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 name 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 Hillary would go this 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 it aloud.  “Awww, come on Mrs. Jones. It’s Friday afternoon, the last class of the day. Can’t we chill out for a little while? It’s been a long day.”

The class agreed, nodding and 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, 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.

So I did just as planned. I told my mom I’d be staying with Hillary that night, and we were going to a concert downtown for a little while. Hey, it was partly true. I found some of my best raver clothes so I could change after work. I dressed in my ugly khakis 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 ridiculous 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?” 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 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 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 passenger’s seat, 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 Terrence, playfully punching him on the arm.

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

He punched me back. “Later.”


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

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

Hillary, Amber, and I 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. I wasn’t going for that tonight.

As the night progressed, the crowd thickened, and the band played on. I lost track of Amber and Hillary for a while but always found them again. 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 guy 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 your mother never teach you any manners?” he asked in a slurred voice. He 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 feisty!” he said, moving his face closer to mine. I was getting disgusted.

He began trying to kiss all over me and I pushed him off as I muttered 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 a hand on the man’s shoulder. “This young lady 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 so 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. Any weirdo in here could roofie your 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 khakis and a white undershirt that showed off his muscles well, and he was wearing a nametag, evidence that he was employed here. I knew he worked at a club, but hadn’t realized 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 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 prefer…” he said, sticking with the 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.


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

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


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.


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


“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. 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.

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

“You snuck 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, hurt 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!!!!  “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.

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

“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, not missing a beat of the spanking.

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


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, smacking it against my aching backside.

“Owwwwwwwwww… Terrence it hurtsssssss,”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”  SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

“Owwww…. owwwwwwieeeeeowwwowowowwwwwww…” I whined like crazy and bounced on his knee, blubbering.  I cried and cried, finally too worn out to kick anymore, and I lay limply over his lap, just bawling like a baby.

Terrence gave me a few final swats then 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 paper towel, 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.

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