by psychogurl — Jumping To Conclusions Can Be Painful


Judy is angry with her boyfriend so decides to do the things that will most upset him — dress suggestively and smoke weed.  When he finds out, and she turns bratty, he knows just how to deal with her.


I stared in the mirror at myself knowing that I would make Brian jealous. Brian and I had been officially a couple for a month but the past week he had been rather cold to me, so I was going for pay back. I had a feeling he wasn’t interested in me anymore and I wanted to show him I could live without him. Although we had only been dating a month, it still hurt that we would be breaking up. He was my first boyfriend and I had expected us to last longer than a month, it was our one month anniversary and he would learn that he shouldn’t mess with me.

I had put on a black mini skirt and a tiny pink T-shirt, I normally didn’t wear clothing that was revealing but I would be that night. I knew I was pretty enough to get any guy I wanted at the bonfire that night. I brushed my blond hair out of my eyes wishing that they were blue instead of brown. I figured that someday I would get colour contacts. I grinned at myself in the mirror before spinning in a circle, I knew this was a night I would not forget.

After I made sure I looked good enough I hurried down stairs to wait for my ride. My best friend Janet was coming to pick me up, she didn’t agree with what I was doing but she has never had a boyfriend so she just didn’t understand.

“Judy, do you have to go out like that?” My mother asked me when I got down the steps.

“Mom, I am making a statement tonight.” I said sighing. “Besides, I’m eighteen now. You can’t tell me what I can and cannot wear.”

“That’s what you think.” She said.

I laughed. “What can you do about it? Ground me? Spank me? I don’t think so, I’m eighteen, an adult and I can do whatever I want!”

Before she could say another word, I stormed out of the house to sit on my front porch to wait for Janet. My mother always thought that she could tell me what to do but I knew that she couldn’t. I hadn’t been grounded since I was fifteen any how, not that she could ground an eighteen-year old. As for a spanking, she hadn’t done that since I was six and it barely hurt. A few slaps over my jeans and that was it, I was over it in two minutes. My father had walked out on us when I was seven and I couldn’t remember him ever hitting me. I was lost in my thoughts when someone honked a horn. I looked up to see that Janey had arrived.

“Hello.” I called as I headed to the car.

“Oh Judy, why are you doing this?” Janet asked. “Maybe Brian has had a hard week, why do you automatically assume he wants to break up?”

I rolled my eyes as I opened the passenger door and got in. “Janet, you don’t know anything. You have never had a boyfriend before but you know it’s about time you got one. We are eighteen after all now.”

“And I’ve told you that I don’t want a boyfriend right now. I’ve seen the way people act in relationships. Their school marks go down. I need top marks so I can get a scholarship and get into college.” Janet said.

“Whatever, that doesn’t mean anything. I know what I’m doing so just butt out.” I said looking out the window.

Janet sighed and turned the radio up. We didn’t talk the rest of the way to Brian’s house for the bonfire. I thought about what I was going to do that night. I would act cold toward Brian first of all and I would flirt with all his friends. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those girls who gets around. I just wanted Brian to feel bad for wanting to break up with me. I was going to enjoy this night, that’s for sure.

Once we got to Brian’s I got out of the car and left Janet behind. If she wasn’t going to support me in this then I didn’t want to talk to her at the moment. I headed to Brian’s back yard where a crowd of people were already talking and laughing. There was already a fire going and several people sitting around it and music blaring for the house.

“Judy?” A familiar voice said from behind me.

I turned to see Brian looking at me with shock. “Why are you dressed like that? It’s the middle of March and it’s freezing out. I’m not complaining since you look good but still.”

“Oh don’t pull that bullshit with me!” I exclaimed.

“What?” He asked.

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed.

I regretted it right away because firstly I don’t swear and secondly I hadn’t wanted to show him any signs that I knew until later that night. I guessed it was because I felt so hurt. Brian stared at me with shock before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from everyone who was staring at us.

“What is going on with you?” He asked.

“Nothing.” I said. “I just want you to leave me alone.”

“Whatever.” He said and walked away.

Anger went through me. He didn’t even put up a fight. I had wanted him to tell me that he wanted to stay with me. It was our one month anniversary and he was planning on breaking up with me. I blinked back the tears and headed over to the coolers where the beer was kept. I grabbed one and went over to fire to drink it, it was a Bud Light.

“Want to smoke a doobie?” A boy asked me as I sat beside him at the fire.

“I don’t do drugs.” I said.

“Oh one won’t hurt you. You look upset about something and these babies always help.”

“Um . . . right.” I said taking one from him. “I’ll smoke it later.” I added knowing that I wouldn’t.

He must have known I wouldn’t either because he said: “Look, if you aren’t going to smoke it then give it back. I can’t force you but it will give better effects than that beer will.”

“Are you sure one won’t hurt?” I asked opening my beer before taking a long drink.

“I’m sure.” He said grinning.

I stared at the joint before looking back over at him and nodded. I stuck it in my mouth and leaned forward for him to light it for me. I took one long puff after another, once I finished the first I decided that I wanted a second one. As I took another from him though Brian showed up.

“Judy!” He yelled. “Have you been doing drugs? You know how I feel about that!”

His mother had done a lot of drugs and ended up in rehab for it. He didn’t like it when people did drugs and I was surprised that he was getting mad at me for it when everyone sitting around the fire was smoking joints.

“They are.” I pointed out.

“I don’t care what they are doing! You are my girlfriend, so therefore I do care.”

“For how long?” I asked.

He didn’t answered he just grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I wasn’t listening but some of what I caught was that he was going to keep an eye on me for the rest of the night. I tried to pull myself away but we were also standing in front of the fire. If I pulled away too hard, I could end up falling into the fire, I was only feeling a small buzz so I was still smart enough to let him lead me away.

“Let me go!” I screamed as he pulled me over to a group of chairs where a group of people were talking, Janet among them.

“No. You are going to sit on my lap for the rest of the night, so I can keep an eye on you.”

“Sit on your lap for the rest of the night?” I asked. “You sound like a mother talking to a three-year old!”

“Yea well you certainly are acting like one.” He said.

“Three year olds don’t smoke joints.” I said ripping my arm from his grip.

“Look. It’s your choice. Either come quietly with no consequences or keep fighting and I’ll teach you a lesson. Either way you are sitting on my lap for the rest of the night, and if you choose the latter you won’t be a happy camper.”

I ignored his threats. He couldn’t do anything to me. I tried to run away but Brian was a big guy and he managed to grab a hold of me. We fought with a lot of people watching for about five minutes before Brian sighed and muttered something I couldn’t hear. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up onto his shoulder and headed for the house. I was still struggling and wondering why we were going inside. Brian ignored me but kept a firm grip as we headed through his back door. He walked straight through his living room and into the tiny computer where he shut the door and put me down.

The room brought back a lot of memories. It was exactly a month ago that night we got together officially. We had dated a few times and I decided to visit him the one day as a friend. I had straddled his lap while he was on the computer and we had a long make out session. It was something I thought about every time I was in the room. It hadn’t exactly been romantic but it had been fun. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing as he pulled the computer chair out from under the desk. I noticed he was wearing blue jeans held up by a leather belt. He was wearing a red sweat shirt that had always been my favourite.

“And why am I regretting this exactly?” I asked.

“Because I am going to spank you.” He answered.

“You are going to what?” I asked.

“I’m going to spank you for making a scene when you first came here, for doing drugs and for resisting me.” He answered.

“You can’t spank me.” I said. “First of you are my boyfriend and secondly I am eighteen much too old for spankings.”

“No, you aren’t. I’m nineteen and my father still spanks me.”

“Fine whatever, it’s not like it hurts.” I said shrugging walking over to him.

“You don’t think it hurts? Do you know how my dad does it? He hits me with a leather belt on my bare bottom and I can tell you that hurts.”

“But you aren’t going to use the belt are you?” I asked nervously eyeing his belt. “And my bottom isn’t going to be bare.”

“Yes it is after a while. I’m going to give you a warm up spanking with you underwear on and then I’m going to spank your bare bottom. It’s something you’ve been deserving for a while. You act like you are all high and mighty all the time and you are rude to your mother. Maybe a spanking will take you down a peg or two. I won’t use the belt unless you give me reason to.” He answered pulling me toward him.

For some reason I didn’t resist. I didn’t think a hand spanking could hurt, a belt yes but not a hand spanking. A thought came over me as he laid me over his lap.

“Don’t couples only spank each other to be erotic?” I asked as he adjusted me so that my hands were touching the ground.

“I think so, but trust me I’m not being erotic. You are getting the punishment you deserve.” He answered.

He lifted my skirt up and smacked my bottom. I jumped, it did hurt and he was powerful. I automatically regretted that I hadn’t resisted. I could have run away or something, instead of talking to him. He smacked my bottom again and I yelped. He started a quick flurry of smacks.

“Brian stop!” I wailed. “It hurts!”

“I know. That’s why I’m doing it.” He said smacking harder. “You shouldn’t have resisted.”

He had the arm he wasn’t using to spank me wrapped around my waist because I was wriggling. His hand was on my back so I lifted my hand closest to it and grabbed a hold of his hand without thinking about what I was doing. Surprising he let me grab a hold of his hand. I kept the other hand on the ground as he continued smacking my bottom but it was really starting to hurt and I was about to cry so I reached back with the other hand to block him.

“Don’t block!” He growled stopping a moment. A few minutes later he hit my hand with something really hard.

“Do it again and I’ll take off my belt.” He said.

“Nooo.” I said. “I can’t help it. It hurts.” I lowered my throbbing hand back to the floor. I had a feeling he had hit it with the hole punch ruler that was on the desk. “Please, I’ve had enough.”

“I haven’t, besides I still need to spank your bare bottom.” He said.

He began smacking my bottom hard again before stopping. I started to cry now, it hurt with my underwear covering my bottom, how would it feel without it? He lifted me up and put me on my feet. I watched as he reached toward his belt.

“I didn’t block! I didn’t block!” I yelled.

“Huh?” He said as he adjusted the waist of his jeans. I wondered why he had a belt on if it wasn’t even keeping his pants up. “Go stand in the corner, no rubbing.”

“Are-are you done?” I asked hopefully still crying a little.

“No. I told you. You are getting bare bottom spanking. You’re going to stand in the corner first though.” He answered.

“Can’t you just get it over with?” I asked as I headed to the corner clasping my hands together so I wouldn’t rub, I feared the belt.

“Nope. This message needs to sink in. The hardest part of a spanking is waiting.” He said. “Anyway, I want to talk about earlier. Why were you so angry with me?”

“You’re planning on breaking up with me.” I said sniffling.

I couldn’t see his face and was glad that I couldn’t. I had a feeling I had made a mistake though, and I also had a feeling that he wanted to take me in his arms. I wished he would forget the second part of the spanking.

“I’m not planning on breaking up with you.” He said. “Today is our one month anniversary, I was planning on doing something special with you but then you had to pull this stunt. Why would you think that?”

“You have acted cold all week.” I muttered still sniffling.

“I’ve had a bad week.” He answered. “And I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

“Do I have to get the second part of the spanking? You know why I was acting dumb tonight.”


“You’re cruel!” I said starting to cry again.

I heard him walk away and then sit on the chair. He didn’t say any more and I started sobbing hard, why couldn’t he just start spanking me now? My bottom was throbbing and I wanted to go home because I was embarrassed. Thank goodness the window was shut so that no one could hear the spanking. I just hoped no one was in the house.

“Ok, come here.” He said.

I turned and hurried back to him. He had taken his belt off. I started crying harder now, maybe I shouldn’t have told him that he was cruel. Now he was going to use the belt. I climbed back over his lap. Before he could wrap his arm around my waist, I grabbed his arm with one hand and his hand with the other. He left his arm wear it was and instead put his leg over mine after he pulled down my underwear. He lifted my skirt up and I waited for the belt to hit my bare bottom.

“I’m not being cruel. I care about you, but you know what is cruel? Smoking a joint when you know about my mother.”

He smacked my bottom hard and I gripped his arm hard. He started smacking hard and I yelped with each smack begging him to stop.

“Please! Don’t use the belt.” I wailed

SMACK! “I’m” SMACK “not going to.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “unless I have to!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Please stop! I’ve had enough!” I yelled.


Are you going to smoke a joint again?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Nooo!” I wailed gripping his arm harder wanting to reach back, but I feared the belt.


“Because, OW! It hurts you to see me do that-” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMAAAAAAAAACK! “OOOOW!” I wailed at the last one. “And it could ruin my life!” I sobbed out the last part.

“Are you going to jump to conclusions?” He asked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Nooo, I’ll ask what’s going on next time!” I yelled.


He started hitting my sit spots hard now. “Are you going to listen next time?” He asked.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMAAAACK! The last one hit my thigh hard. SMAAAAAAACK! The next one my other thigh. “Ooooow!” I yelled. “I’ll listen next time!”


“Don’t you wish you had just come now?” he asked returning to hitting my bottom.


“You’re” SMACK! “Not” SMAAACK! “Going to have fun sitting on my now.” He said.

“Can’t I stand for the rest of the evening?” I asked sobbing harder now.

“Nope.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Besides your skirt is awfully short and people will see your red bottom. I think you’re better of sitting on me unless you want them to know what happened to you.” He said.


He delivered the last flurry to my thighs and continued on. I let go of his arm and shoved my hand in my mouth because I wanted to scream. He smacked my thighs and bottom for what seemed like five more minutes before stopping. He let go of my hand and used both of his hands to massage my bottom. I cried hard and he let me lay over his lap while he stroked my bottom.

“I care about you a lot. I had a bad week this week but you’ve helped me through it. This past month has been the happiest for me because you have been with me.” He said.

He lifted his leg and stood me up. My skirt fell into place. I pulled my underwear back up and winced as they touch my bottom. He lifted me up and sat me on his lap and hugged me close to him letting me sob on his shoulder. When I quieted down, he stood me up and took my hand. We left the computer room, no one was around. He took me into the bathroom and ordered me to wash my face. After I was done that he took me back outside. Everyone was at the fire now just talking. He led me over to an empty chair and pulled me on his lap.

“Where were you two?” A boy asked.

“None of your business.” Brian said wrapping his arms around me.

I didn’t understand it but I felt excitement after that spanking, for some reason I wanted another one. It was very painful and my bottom throbbed but I wanted him to do it again. I tried to adjust my self so that my bottom wasn’t touching his leg but he wouldn’t have it. Any time I moved he put me right back on a leg so I could feel the full effects of the spanking.

“You definitely won’t resist next time will you?” He whispered laughing.

“You just wait.” I told him. “I’m going to be watching you closely and if you do something wrong it will be you in this position.”

“Are we going to make this an occasional thing then?” He asked. “You’ll spank me or I’ll spank you if we do something wrong?”

“Definitely, that was painful but exciting at the same time.” I answered grinning.

“Are you telling me you liked that?” He asked giving me a funny look. “If so, I’m more then willing to do it every day.”

“Um, no thanks.” I said. “I think my bottom should heal first.”

I didn’t go home that night, I slept over at his house and we cuddled all night in bed just talking. We didn’t sleep a second, we just enjoyed each others company while we hugged each other close. When I got home though I hugged my mother and apologized for treating her the way I had been before taking a long nap.

A week later Brian skipped school so he was getting it from me. I didn’t like it when my friends skipped and Brian was in college. He was paying for it and didn’t need to be wasting his money by skipping. He will never do it again by the time I’m finished with him.

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