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Blulizrdboots
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Username: Blulizrdboots
Post Number: 49
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, January 21, 2006 - 04:58 am: | 
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This is a continuation of another Cory-story. As with the other one, this is told in the fist person POV and in “Ross’” POV at that. As we had let off Ross, the guardian of college-student Cory Jane Anderson, had just finished dealing with his young ward after finding a speeding ticket on her and finding out some other facts about the ticket where not all of Cory’s doing, but that of a friend of Cory’s, Miss Chelsea Hert. Being kind and generous, as he normally is, Ross had been allowing Chelsea to live with Cory and himself while Chelsea was on probation for a party she had gotten herself in trouble for.
Leaving Cory’s room I pause in the upstairs hallway, contemplating my next move. Whenever my children had to be punished together it was normally in the same room, watching as their sibling met the same fate they were about to. I didn’t want that with Cory and Chelsea for the simple fact that they weren’t related, and had only known each other for a few months if anything. But now I had a slight problem. I had already concluded that Chelsea would get the paddle as well, perhaps not bare, like Cory, but she would still get it. My problem was if I wanted her to go get it or not, of course on the same page I wouldn’t know if she would actually get the paddle or not.
Finally coming to a decision I moved the last few feet to Chelsea’s bedroom door and knocked to let her know I was entering, since I didn’t receive an answer, but I wasn’t truly expecting one either.
As I entered the door Chelsea, who was sitting on the edge of her bed pretending to read a book, looked up.
I closed the door behind me. “Chelsea, put the book up, I want to speak with you.”
Chelsea closed the book, but still held it. I ignored this little act of self-defiance and came closer. “I understand that you and Officer Grey had an interesting conversation?”
Chelsea shrugged, but said nothing.
“Chelsea, as a guest in this house I expect an answer to questions that are asked. And as someone who is in the position you’re in I’d watch the way you answered those questions, understood?”
Chelsea sighed but said, “Yes.”
I waited and after a long pause she sighed again and added. “Sir.”
“That’s much better, and now that we understand each other, would you care to tell me why you seem it appropriate to speak to a police officer the way you did?”
Chelsea shrugged again. “I didn’t say anything to him.”
“Chelsea, please, I’m smarter than I look, dear. I’m also tired and in no mood to play this game, you’re old enough to know that I know exactly what I am talking about.”
Chelsea sighed but made no other show that she was going to comply. Getting angrier by the moment, but also realizing this was going no where I stood and put the paddle down on the desk in the room, then reached for the door, speaking to Chelsea all the while. “I cannot stay here with the way you are acting and not get even madder. I have a phone call to make, you will stay in here, right where you are, until I return.” With that I opened the door and stepped out, leaving the door partially open.
I moved to the phone mounted on the hallway wall and picked up the receiver, then punched in the number that had been scribbled on the back of the ticket Cory had handed me only a few moments earlier.
“Officer Grey,” I spoke as the other line connected. “This is Ross,” I paused as Officer Grey spoke on the other line.
“Yes, Cory showed me the ticket. Somewhat, would you tell me exactly what happened?”
I listened as Officer Grey repeated what Cory had told me, almost word for word. Then answered. “Yes, I have spoken with Cory. No, not really, not yet.” I laughed. “Yes, I know exactly what she needs. Thank you, Officer, and you’ll be sure they will both be paying for that ticket.”
I hung up the phone and looked toward the door that was still ajar. I hoped that Chelsea had heard most of that conversation, because now that I was in a slightly better mood, I was ready to try again with Chelsea.
I knocked on the door and pushed it open. Chelsea was still sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the hands she had folded in her lap. The book had been placed by her side. She looked up as I entered. “Now, are you ready to talk to me?”
She nodded. “Yes.” After a short pause: “Sir.”
“Good. Now then, I do not find it appropriate for anyone to speak the way you did to Officer Grey.” She opened her mouth to speak. “Not a word, since you didn’t feel like talking I will be the one to speak.” Chelsea licked her lips, but didn’t speak, and I continued.
“Chelsea, I am very glad I was able to extend the offering of you living here. I know you and Cory and very good friends and I would also hope that you both remain such good friends. But, if something had happened while you two were out, like if there had been an accident, with you not wearing your seatbelt you could have been killed.” I stopped there for a moment to let that sink in. I wasn’t her parent, I wasn’t even her guardian, but I had a feeling she needed to hear this. When I was sure it had hit her I continued. “I know we’ve spoken before about the punishments issued here, and I hope you remember that you agreed that if I ever saw it fit to punish you with a spanking that you’d apply.”
Chelsea had been looking at her hands this whole time until then, her head had snapped up and she now stared at me wide eyed. “I know I did, but please, I’m really too old, and I’m sorry, I’ll pay the ticket. Cory won’t have to pay a thing. Please don’t.”
I shook my head. “Chelsea, I’m not going to force you. You’re not my responsibility. Perhaps you are too old, but then again you’re also too old to be riding in a car without a seatbelt, and you’re too old to be mouthing off to a police officer.” I paused, then. “But you will still be punished, whether or not I spank you, if you plan on staying in this houses, that is.”
Chelsea’s eyebrows knitted together. “Are you kicking me out?”
“No, dear.” I answered, truthfully. “You are still very welcome to stay here, all I am saying is that if you are to continue using this house as your place or residence, you will be punished one way or another.”
“So I can still stay?” She asked, seemingly to not care one ounce about being punished. Actually it was kind of nice.
I smiled softly, despite my anger. “Of course, Chelsea.”
She sighed. Then looked at me, or rather, past me. As she spoke I realized what it was she was looking at. “What would be the other punishment?”
“The other punishments,” I began, making my emphasis on the plural. “Would be, you wouldn’t be allowed to drive, nor would you be allowed to leave this room other than to go to class, with the exception of doing extra little chores around here and you would go to bed quite early.”
My ward’s friend pursed her lips together making a thin red line, then asked. “What if, what if you were to spank me?”
“That would be it. I’d give you a certain number of them and afterwards you would be allowed to stay in here until you’ve calmed down and that would be the end of it. Except for the fact that you and Cory will still have the ticket to pay for, but as far as the three of us, it would be over.” I thought a second and then added. “But no matter which type of punishment you get, I still want you to call Officer Grey and apologize to him.”
She nodded, but I let it go, I could see she was trying to think.
Normally I wouldn’t have allowed Chelsea to be deciding on which she would rather get. But she and I had had a long talk about this matter before and I had found out that she had never truly been spanked before, at the time Chelsea had agreed to my rules and regulations, but I understood how strange it would be. I remembered how Cory had been at first, and in some ways, still was at times.
“Alright.” I heard Chelsea say. My attention back on the girl I looked at her to see her standing.
Not quite sure, I asked. “Alright, what?”
She chewed her bottom lip a second, then. “I’ll--I’ll-- I mean I guess, well I mean we had talked about it before, and I, well--”
I interrupted her, knowing exactly where this was heading. “Chelsea, please hand me that paddle.” I gestured to the wooden implement still laying on the desk.
Her mouth flew open. “But I-”
“Since this will be the first time I will use it on the seat of your pants; however, I have made my mind up, and you will not want me repeat myself, either.”
I heard an audible gulp, but Chelsea moved slightly over and took the paddle in hand and held it out to me. Receiving it I also took held of her arm and gently pulled her to me and guided her across my lap as I took a seat at her desk chair. I allowed her to lay there a moment as I spoke.
“Now then, you will be receiving twenty,” at this I felt her squirm and I put a reassuring and strong hand on her back, then continued. “that is because I feel you deserve this much more than Cory did, but since this will be the first time I will be spanking you that you’re not bear. But believe me, Chelsea next time, not that I’m sure there ever will be a next time, I won’t stop at bearing your butt.”
With that I raised the paddle over my head and let fall with a resounding “Crack”. Chelsea jumped at this and tried to squiggle, as the second landed with an equally impressive resonance. By the time I had give her ten, she was begging me to stop and had tried to cover her bottom with a free hand that would have become broken had I not seen it and placed it to the center of her back. The next five I aimed directly at the more tender spots of where her legs and buttocks made contact, and the last five which I made sure would leave a good impression, connected to the sit spot of her already burning buns.
As the last of the strikes hit Chelsea was sniffling, and lay the paddle down beside me and patted her backend gently. “It’s over, dear, you’re fine.” I released the hand I had been holding and allowed her to lay there a moment to collect herself. Once I was sure she was indeed alright I allowed her to get up. I stood as well and took both her hands into mine, looking into the girl’s almost literal, liquid brown eyes I spoke.
“I do not enjoy doing that. But if it ever has to be done again you can be absolutely sure I shall. And with none of that hemming or humming either. And if I ever hear of you not using your seat belt, I will use a belt of your rump, do you understand me?” my tone had changed and in it was a note of concern.
Chelsea nodded and to my amazement managed to smile up at me as I wrapped my arms around her into a warm embrace, she answered. “Yes, sir.”
There was still a pause, but it was the shortest one yet.
There you have folks. The very long awaited and over due second to "the ticket". I am so sorry it took me so long to finally finish and get this here. I so need that, 'giding hand' just for half my stories! |
Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 2182
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, January 21, 2006 - 05:37 am: |
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thank you, it was wonderful. just like the first one part
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
HUBBIE IS HOME !! HAVING A GOOD TIME !! LOVING EVERY MINTUE OF ALSO
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Smartnnaughty
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Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 322
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, January 21, 2006 - 10:36 am: |
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Blulizrdboots, I LOVE your stories. Glad you are back and safe. Please keep them coming!
SNN
I try to take one day at a time -- but sometimes several days attack me at once.
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Blulizrdboots
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Username: Blulizrdboots
Post Number: 50
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, January 28, 2006 - 12:39 am: |
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thankyou guys. actually i'm not as happy with this one as I hoped. but thanks anyways it's always nice to hear that my stories are appreciated. |
Blistering_blonde
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Username: Blistering_blonde
Post Number: 29
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, March 18, 2006 - 11:02 pm: |
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I loved it ...see i am REALLY behind on my story reading ..so i may save comments till end *S* but i LOVE the Cory series |
Pinkcheeks
Junior Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 199
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Friday, March 24, 2006 - 11:22 am: |
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 ...this is very good!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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