Admirable goals of a spoiled brat

The story begins with Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party and continued with Consequences for the spoiled brats.

Gwen sat on the edge of her bed, waiting. In five days she would be returning to college, with all its excitement, camaraderie and parties, but right now she had to wait. Waiting some unknown length of time for her mom.

She turned the slab of oak in her hands over and over. It was something to do, even if it didn’t break her focus on the inevitable. Soon this piece of wood would be a pain in the ass, literally. It was so small, really. At about twelve inches long and a three inch blade, the paddle weighted barely a pound. But it was this slender profile that had made it so deadly to her bottom.

She glanced up, instinctively looking across her room, towards the small corner formed between her closet and bathroom door. “Then over there,” she thought aloud. Corner-time was the worst part about being spanked. Displaying her bare bottom was so embarrassing, even if it was just to her empty room. And tonight she’d be there completely nude. Her mother probably would even leave her bedroom door open so everyone in the house would see her there.

Gwen’s mother cleared her throat loud, breaking Gwen’s daydreams. “You go to the bathroom?” she asked her daughter.

“Yes,” Gwen answered meekly, looking down at her hands, which nervously fiddled with the paddle. A strong blush filled her cheeks as she was reminded of the incident prompting her mother to ask the question before every spanking. She wet her mother’s lap one time and now is reminded to pee before every spanking.

“Then stand up and I’ll take that.” Gwen’s mother indicated the paddle. The two generations exchanged the piece of wood, and with it their positions.

Gwen couldn’t understand why, but she had to stare at the paddle the whole time she stood before her mother and was scolded. She had illogical feeling that if she focused on it then the paddle couldn’t sneak up on her. Subconsciously it was she was trying to avoid the feelings of letting her parents down that came with the scolding.

“I still can’t believe you got yourself arrested. Your father and I raised you better than that. Especially not to do what you were doing, what ever it was!” Gwen’s mother scolded. “Do you have anything to say?”

That last line always finished these lectures. There was only one thing Gwen could do. “I’m sorry mom. I really am. You don’t need to spank me again, I’ve learned my lesson,” Gwen pleaded.

“I don’t want this lesson to be one you forget, EVER!” Gwen’s mom took up the same position which Gwen held a mere ten minutes earlier. “You can remove that robe, young lady,” she said, motioning to the knot around her daughter’s waist.

Even though her mother had seen her naked many times, it was situations like this that were the hardest to disrobe. Her fingers fumbled with the Terra cloth knot, to really able to follow the order provided by her left brain. “Please?”

The plea of mercy fell on deaf ears. A pair of raised eyebrows was enough to prompt Gwen into decisive action, freeing the knot and shedding the robe. The front flaps parted slightly to show more of her cleavage and little else.

“Please mom, not hard!” Gwen pleaded, even though she obediently draped her torso over the awaiting knees. “I put in as much time as they would allow.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do community service in the first place!” Gwen’s mother scolded her upturned daughter. She didn’t really care how much of the community service Gwen had done, but the outstanding community service hours may help drive home her point. She wasn’t one who believed in undue formality during spankings, mainly because she hated it when her father had made her count her swats. “But you are right.”

“I am?” Gwen squeaked. Her mother had never gave in to any of her pleas for mercy before, so why now? Was it a trap?

“You have tried to put in the time. How much did you get completed?” Gwen was asked.

“Ah…46 hours.”

“So you have 54 left? Then I’ll only spank you 54 times.”

“MOM!” The realization hit her a little to late. 54 was probably more than she would normally get, though she had never tried counting.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted into Gwen’s bottom with a slow cadence. The sound of her mother’s voice, mocking with it painstakingly slow increase.

CRACK! “Eight,” CRACK! “Nine,” CRACK! “Ten.”

“Ouch! please!” Gwen cried as her mother reached a dozen. The little piece of white oak was doing too effectively, Gwen thought.

CRACK! “Fourteen,” CRACK! “Fifteen,” CRACK! “Sixteen.”

“Ahh, Ahhh, ahhh pleaaasssahhh!” Gwen cried in unison to her mother’s counting. Her bottom had moved well past the sunburn stage and started to get to the frying pan stage. It was at this point she would always start to involuntarily kick her legs about, trying to move her bottom out of firing range. It was a pointless exercise, but her mind said she had to do something.

CRACK! “Twenty-four,” CRACK! “Twenty-five,” CRACK! “Twenty-six.” Gwen’s mom paused for a moment to view her work. Both of her daughter’s cheeks held a deep red tone, with slight maroon and purple ovals forming at the crowns. She hated going past this point and causing bruises, but experience had told her than Gwen only learned when she couldn’t sit for a few days. She consciously sat aside her motherly instinct of sweeping up her crying baby in her arms and reminded herself that Gwen had gotten arrested and needed this lesson.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted away again. Gwen semi-audible pleas turned less distinguishable as the count rose into the thirties. By forty, Gwen was reduced to a low continuous wail, punctuated with hiccups timed to the impact of oak on flesh.

Gwen didn’t even realize her mother had reached the end until she was helped up and into a mighty hug.

“Waaaaa, soorrry, waaaa,” the girl cried into her mother’s chest.

“It’s ok baby. it’s ok.” Mother hugged daughter while daughter tried to rub away the fire. After a minute or so, Gwen was ushered to her usual bedroom corner to cry herself out and reflect on why she was in this position. Earlier she knew this would happen, and at the time modesty and the embarrassment of being placed in a corner like a naughty child were all she could think about. Now, neither mattered.

Her mother left her there until her parents decided to head to bed, a period of about an hour. The time served her well, allowing her to fully regain her composure while reflecting on the changes she wanted to make in her life. Unlike after most spankings, this time she resolved on the admirable goals of focusing on school, avoiding guys and trying to build a friendship with Becky.

Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party

Boom! Boom! Boom! The over-sized speakers pumped the beat through the crowd. The song and lyrics didn’t matter, right now was just about the beat. A good, solid beat was at the core of any good party. Without a good beat, there was no dancing and without dancing, getting the attention of the hotty across the room was hard. Everyone at the party wanted attention, preferably from a sexy vixen like Becky.

Boom Boom Boom! Becky could feel the bass generating the spirit guiding her hips. Eyes closed and hands keeping her chestnut locks in the air, she was the image of sensuality.

“Becks! Everyone’s going in the pool!” Kim yelled into her friend’s ear before pulling her towards the deck.

Becky hadn’t realized how hot she had gotten dancing and felt she could use a break to cool off. She stumbled behind her friend as they weaved through crowd. The Patron shots were making her feel real good.

The cool water looked to refreshing to Becky, she knew she just had to get in. She pulled the tank-top over her head before shimming off her shorts to reveal her make-shift bathing suit. The dark-blue lace bra and panty set attracted some hollers from the nearby guys, making Becky feel good about herself. She put a finger to her lips as she looked over her shoulder at a couple of the louder guys. A shy smile and she was feeling sexier than when she had been grinding in the mosh pit. She couldn’t blame them for wanting her, she knew she was drop dead gorgeous. High firm breast accentuated her flat tummy while her long tanned legs lead straight up to her full, and perk booty. She was a fuckin’ goddess, she thought as she took the three steps to the edge of the pool.

She was just about ready to gracefully slip into the water when saw Freddie in the middle of the pool. He is the son of some English lord, built like a GQ model and the target of Becky’s attention all summer long.

“Tonight he would be mine!” she thought as she flashed him her legendary bedroom eyes. No one had resisted them and Freddie would just be their next victim.

He smiled back when cat-calls from across the pool pulled Freddie’s attention away. Annoyed, Becky glance in the direction of the commotion to see Gwen standing at the edge of the pool. “That bitch!” Becky thought as she watched Gwen toss her bra aside then pop her hips from side to side as she made her way down the pool ladder.

Gwen and Becky had been rivals since freshman year of High School. Gwen had just moved from New York City and no problem fitting in among social elites of Malibu. Becky accepted Gwen into her clique and welcomed her. Gwen wasn’t as pretty, as wealthy or as smart as Becky, so Becky saw a new friend, not a rival. They became instant BFFs, until homecoming when Becky walked in on Gwen servicing the star middle linebacker, and Becky’s boyfriend, at half-time. One blowjob had created an epic six year rivalry. Becky had tried to play the slut card on Gwen, but a rumor about being a slut coupled with her innocent, girl-next door looks just attracted more attention from the guys.

Becky was not one to be outdone, and tonight was her night to rule. “I can do topless,” she thought to herself. Two fingers and her bra was flying towards a lounge chair. Her bravado earned her more catcalls and more general attention than her rival. She ate up the attention, even though it came from such an immoral reason, before she slipped into the water.

“Hey Freddie,” Becky said, taking hold of his right hand underwater and planting squarely on her bare breast.

Gwen saw his hand grasp the brunette’s breast in the blue mood lighting of the pool. She could do better than a little second base action.

Gwen whispered into Freddie’s left ear, instantly garnering his attention away from Becky. Gwen took a deep breath before slipping below the surface. In an instant she had his boxers down and engulfed him. Bubbles escaped her lips as she attempted her first underwater blowjob.

Becky didn’t realize want Gwen was doing until the mood lighting cycled back on, casting a red shadow over the exhibitionistic coupling. The initial shock of such a brazen act quickly gave way to pure anger. Becky took hold of the back of the girl’s head and shoved it downwards, forcing the hard shaft deep into her throat.

The unexpected invasion, mixed with her already hypoxic state, panicked Gwen. The gut shove sent Freddie sprawling backwards, off his feet and under the water. A moment later Gwen surfaced, gasping for air.

“Take a little too much?” Becky ridiculed. “He’s too much of a man for a little girl like you?” Gwen spurted a few more times.

“COPS! RUN!” a guy yelled running out of the house. Seconds later the entire yard erupted into anarchy. Police swarmed from the back gate and around the side of the house, cutting off all the exits to the walled compound. Underage teenagers were ditching beer filled cups while scurrying for any possible exit through the darkness. The party-goers had only a minute of semi-darkness before an officer found the switch to the security lights.

Becky’s tequila haze parted in an instant. Avoiding the police was her second highest priority; first she had to find her clothes. The only thing worst than being caught by the police at a party like this would be caught half-naked. She half-swam, half-wadded straight to the edge of the pool where she had entered. The security flood lights provided her more than enough light to see the lounge chairs where she had tossed her top clothes a mere fifteen minutes earlier. Poking her head over the edge, she quickly scanned the pool deck. Her bra and shorts were no where in sight, but she spotted her top only five yards away.

Coverage was only five yards away. Only fifteen feet. Only one hundred eighty inches. She only had to get past three cops and six drunks standing in her path.

“Come On! Out of the pool!” a darkly dressed man yelled at Becky from the deck.

“Oh fuck” she mumbled as a large hand reached down for her shoulder.

The next two hours were an agonizing slow whirlwind of events for Becky. The officer who caught her didn’t realize her state of undress until her wrists were firmly secured behind her back with a zip-tie. Having her arms pulled back, increased the prominence of her breasts. The male officer then then set her down next to her shirt while he found a female officer to assist in redressing the girl. Her shorts and bra couldn’t be quickly found so her top was just quickly pulled over her head and arms. Then into the back of a squad car with three other girls and off to station where she was booked, photographed and sent to a holding cell primarily full of half drunk girls from the party.

Becky was just starting to become sober when an officer called out her name. She had been bailed out and was to be released into her parents custody. Her father’s custody actually, since her mom was in New York for the week.

Her father didn’t say a word to her when Becky rounded the corner and told to wait a minute behind the counter. He didn’t need to say anything, his expression told her everything she needed to know. He was utterly disappointed, angry and hurt by his little girl all at the same time. It was the one look that always made her feel plain naughty. Like she was a bad girl, not a grown woman looking forward to her senior year of college.

“I’m sorry” Becky mumbled, staring downwards to avoid his glare.

“Everything is in order. She is released into your custody. Someone from the district attorney’s office will be in touch about any charges. Have a good night.” The desk sergeant told her father before pressing a button and releasing the half-door dividing Becky’s location from the lobby.

Becky looked up just long enough to see her father shake his head then turn for the door. She quickly made to follow him to the waiting car.

Becky was surprised to see her mother’s Land Rover in the parking lot. Her dad hated driving it, but she had taken his Mercedes to the party. Well, he had allowed her to take it to Kim’s, and it was now parked three blocks away from the party’s location. Hopefully it was still parked there, she thought.

Sixteen silent minutes later, Ivan pulled the SUV into their garage. Becky had not dared to speak out of fear of angering her father more. She had just stared at her lap, thinking about how foolish she had been. That tonight’s events might have permanently ruined her future. Her plans of going to law school and becoming a federal judge. All of it would be gone with her arrest record. Georgetown law wouldn’t accept a felon. She’d be lucky if she John Marshall accepted her now. Everything ruined over a dumb little party.

Her father getting out of the SUV broke her from the speculations. Becky’s attention refocused upon her nakedness and the enviable trip she would have to make past her father on the way to her room. For some reason her current tank-top and bikini panties felt considerably more revealing than even the string bikini’s she had worn this summer. The swimsuits had covered considerably less, so why did she feel so embarrassed right now?

She waited until he exited the garage before slipping out of the car and scampering, barefooted, over to the door. Peaking into the kitchen, she didn’t see anyone. “Hopefully everyone’s asleep” she mumbled as she tip toed onto the tiled floor. She had made to the back stairs when a gruff voice stopped her dead.

“You better be going straight to your room because we will be talking about tonight,” Ivan barked from behind her.

“Yes daddy,” she muttered before taking the slow walk up to her room, pouting the entire trip. She closed the door behind her though paid special attention not to lock it as was her habit. Waiting would make Daddy more upset. She sulked over to her bed. Sitting down, he realized she might as well put on some pjs while she waited. At least she wouldn’t be half naked while getting yelled at.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Ivan yelled as he barged into his daughter’s room. Becky dropped the pjs back into the drawer and turned to face her father for the tongue lashing she was sure to receive.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” was all Becky could say as Ivan ripped into her for her irresponsible, indecent, and reckless behavior. The lecture seemed to last forever, as Becky stood before her father, starring at the floor and occasionally offering apology when prompted.

“I seriously do not believe you want to be a lawyer and think my money for your tuition is being wasted. Well, I’m not wasting any more. You can figure out how to pay for your own tuition.”

“No daddy! Not college. I won’t be able to finish!” Becky pleaded.

“You should have thought about the potential consequences before you got drunk and stripped half naked!”

“I’m soo sorry. Anything else. Ground me, take away my car, spank me, anything but don’t cut off my tuition,” Becky cried.

His daughter’s large puppy dog eyes always got to him. This time it was enough to soothe some of his anger and allow consider the situation more rationally. Cutting off her tuition was drastic and would send a major point, but would damage her long-term success, and he did not want her becoming one of those Paris Hilton-esque daughters. The country club had too many already. She had to be punished though, and her three suggestions sounded like a great starting point.

“Fine! We’ll start with all three! Get on your bed while I get my belt!” Ivan storm out of the room, trying to demonstrate more anger than he actually felt.

Ivan returned to find Becky in the prescribed position, with her bare bottom pointing towards the ceiling and exemplified by a pair of pillows under her hips.

“You are grounded until further notice, which includes using your car to go anywhere except work. This spanking and the grounding is only part of your punishment, until your mother and I have a chance to talk. Understand me?”

“Yes daddy,” Becky already was starting to cry.

“Good!”

Ivan brought the belt down across the crowns of his daughter’s bottom. The force of the leather set the blood temporarily fleeing from a the white band on her bottom. Its return marred her behind with an angry redness and the accompanying burning sensation.

Over and over, Becky felt the leather paint her bottom its evil color. She couldn’t do anything but hold on and let the tears flow. “This was all Gwen’s fault, and she would pay!” Becky thought as the leather tore up her bottom. Stroke after stroke rained down until both cheeks were a deep maroon with splotches of purple.

“I hope this imparts the seriousness of your actions.” Ivan stated as he took a deep breath. “Now get to sleep, sweetie.”

Becky cried into her pillow for half an hour before getting up to check out the damage. She used only her desk lamp to light the darkened room, worried that the room light would draw unwanted attention. Her bottom looked exactly like it felt, painful. She was red from her tailbone to the top of her thighs, with the darkest coloring in the center. Ouch! she thought making her way back to bed. Gwen would pay royally for this and she knew exactly how.