Gotta Love the Nyquil

Title: Gotta Love the Nyquil
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Katie – Chris/Verge - Syd

“Chris Robeson.”

“Hobo,” it took a lot of effort to talk, my nose was terribly stuffed, my head was fuzzy and felt completely full of snot, I had been coughing so much that my chest seriously hurt. Although I knew better, I was avoiding food and liquids because they only seemed to increase the mucous production, which aggravated the cough to the point of vomiting.

“Hello, Katie baby, I take it you aren’t feeling any better?” Chris was always so sweet about checking on me when I was sick.

“Noooobb.”

“What’s up sweetie? Do you need something?” He asked with concern.

Once I finished coughing up a lung, I was able to answer, “Jeess, pbeese.” I heard Virgil in the background ask how I was doing. I began to give Chris my list and than started coughing again...so hard it brought tears to my eyes…”appo juice, Kleenex, soup, toilet paper, Nyquil, aspirin…”

“Katie, do you have anything at your house?” Virgil must have picked up the other extension.

“I wabbn’t planning an getting sibk.” I hacked.

Virgil’s voice moved into clinician mode. “You sound horrible. Do you have a temperature?”

“I don’t know. I think so.” I was starting to think this conversation wasn’t going to end well. The last time I was this sick I ended up in Chris and Verge’s spare room being nursed by my two overly protective best friends and the Colonel. Why couldn’t Chris just pick some stuff up for me, so I could enter a Nyquil induced stupor and get some sleep.

“I’ll send Chris over to pick you up…pack some jammies, your pillows and toothbrush…he will be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Verrrrggggge.” I whined. “It is just a cold. I will be fine in a couple of days.”

“I don’t like you being sick and alone, I would much rather you stay with us until you are feeling better. Chris will be there to collect you in a few minutes.”

“What about Fred and George?” I asked after my kittens.

“Put, them in their carrier and they can come with you.” Crap, I was sure that was my one option for staying at home.

Argh. Okay, I admit, I truly hate being sick and alone. It is depressing. I wallow, that I don’t have a partner to take care of me. I cry, make a big mess of the house, and can be very pitiful. But, that said, I have a very stubborn, independent streak and being sick at home alone wallowing in my pittifulness is how it is supposed to work. Having friends who love me enough to take me in and care for me screws with the way the universe works and turns my pittifulness into crankiness.

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Verge had his stethoscope around his neck and his medical bag sitting on the bedside table, he lifted the comforter on the bed in the spare room while Chris fluffed my pillows. Packing and the trip to their house had worn me out. I took a few sips from the bottle of water I had brought with me. I was still so stuffed up. My mouth had that lovely cotton ball feeling that comes with prolonged mouth breathing. I applied some lip balm and took another sip of water.

I climbed into bed, rolled over away from the boys and pulled the covers up over my head so I could go to sleep.

“Hold on Missy.” Verge said. “I need to check you out before you go to sleep. Sit up for me, I want to get a listen to your chest.”

“Pervert.” I said with a little smile.

“You know it. Listening to your chest makes me all tingly inside.” He said, with a little laugh, and returned my smile.

“Where’s the Colonel?” I asked.

Verge raised my t-shirt and applied the stethoscope to my back. I jumped at the coldness of the metal on my back. “Oh, sorry babe.” He removed the stethoscope and rubbed it against his hand to warm it a bit, and then returned it, slightly warmer, to my back. “Deep breath.” I took as deep a breath as I could, but it hurt and caused a coughing fit. Verge moved the stethoscope, “Again.”

“Where’s the Colonel?” I asked a second time.

“Don’t know,” Verge answered, moving the stethoscope to the front of my chest. “You know since she retired, she has become a little social butterfly. Deep Breath. We don’t see nearly as much as of her as when she was working.” He gave me a wink, and then continued, “and then there is Dean Smothers.”

Samantha Smothers is the closeted Dean of Business at the University. Syd and the Dean had become “close friends” over the past couple of months. Well, at least with the Colonel gone, I wouldn’t be subject to any of her regimented alternative therapies for a while. Hopefully, I would be in much better shape by the time I encountered her.

“Okay go ahead and lie down.” Verge reached over and felt my head. “Katie, baby, I’m going to take you temperature, you’re feeling pretty hot, and I’d like to get an idea of how high your fever is. “

I began to sit up so he could take my temperature, when I noticed that there was an uncapped tube of KY on the bedside table, and that the thermometer he was holding had a big dollop of lube on the end of it. My eyes widened, “I don’t think so Verge.” I pulled the covers back up to my face.

Virgil gave me a very sympathetic look. “Baby, you can’t breathe out of your nose. There is no way you are going to be able to hold a thermometer in your mouth and breathe at the same time.”

I shot him a look of utter defiance. “I’ll hold my breath.”

He let out a small laugh, “For five minutes, I don’t think so. You’ll be fine. We’ve done this before.”

Hmff. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes.

“Five minutes and then we’re all done. Just roll over for me. Okay?”

I knew that I was truly sick and felt like complete and total crap when I realized, I was submitting to a rectal thermometer just so I could get a cold medication fix.

As I began to roll over onto my stomach, I felt Verge lower the bed covers. I pulled my pajama bottoms down to just below the cheek cleft. My tears continued to fall more from the frustration of being sick than from the actual procedure.

Verge gently rubbed my back for a minute or so, talking softly. When he stopped, I felt him separate my cheeks, exposing my anus. Argh. This wasn’t fun. He gently pushed the thermometer in and I winced at the intrusion.

I whimpered through the whole unpleasant experience. As Verge withdrew the invader, I let out a sigh, thinking drugs and sleep would soon be my friends.

“103.1. Not good, missy.”

“I think a nice coffee enema should help bring that down.” I hadn’t heard her enter the room.

“Hi, Syd.” I mumbled. I was beginning to wish that I kept my medicine cabinet stocked, and paid better attention to my sick dialing habit.

Colonel Sydney Wallows was Chris’s aunt. Syd was a career Army nurse. She enlisted in the Army straight out of nursing school and after basic training went straight to Vietnam. Sydney nursed me through recovery after I was raped and was the first to notice my symptoms of rape related post-traumatic stress years later. She has been my friend, mentor and surrogate mother, and as much as I love her, she is usually the last person I want to see when I am sick. Syd believes that a coffee enema can cure anything and that they should be administered high, hot and huge.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a shot of penicillin.” Verge chimed in. “She has pneumonia.”

Wow, shot or enema, my options were so enticing.

Syd came over and gave me a quick kiss before exiting to prepare her witches brew.

“Verrrrrgggggge.” I protested. “Don’t let her.”

“I’m not telling her, ‘No.’ that woman raised three Tops. Besides she isn’t going to hurt you.” He tried to defend his lack of support.

“Hmff.” I protested. “Not hurt, your not the one who’s butt she’s pumping two quarts of coffee into.”

“Tell her you don’t want it.” He encouraged.

“I’ve tried, it doesn’t work.” I replied with sigh.

“What happened?” Verge enquired.

“I ended up over her lap with a sore bottom and a tube up my butt.”

“I’m sorry Katie, baby.” Verge climbed into bed next to me, and drew me in for a cuddle. “I’m gonna have to run to the office and pick up some penicillin for you.”

“Joy.” I responded with complete and total sarcasm. Verge cuddled with me until Syd returned with the upturned hot water bottle.

He kissed me on the cheek, “Well, I’ll leave you two at it, then.” He said retreating from the room.

I coughed after him, “Don’t…think you’re forgiven…Virgil Wallace, you big…scaredy cat!”

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I finely closed my eyes seeking the sleep I had been longing for since early that morning, It had not been one of my more fun mornings, I thought as I noted my sore bottom, from the shot Verge gave me, and my empty colon, from the enema Syd administered. I was however terribly happy when Chris arrived home with the Nyquil.

Oh how I enjoy a good Nyquil buzz.

Syd, Chris and Virgil took turns tending to me over the next few days. I usually stayed in the guest room at Chris and Verge’s and Syd came downstairs to sit with me during her shift. But, on a couple of occasions the boy’s wanted the house to themselves and Fred, George and I were moved upstairs to Syd’s flat.

So, it really didn’t seem a bid deal when Virgil helped me upstairs Wednesday night, I just assumed he and Chris were planning a night of noisy wild love. To be honest, it wasn’t like I wouldn’t be able to hear them up at Syd’s place. I wonder sometimes if the walls to their house are thin or if the boys are just really loud. I really don’t know how Syd manages to live upstairs from them. Really, those two have never been quiet in the sex department. Someone needs to teach them the joys of quiet, repressed sex. Not me, for god’s sake, that is just, “Ew.”

Noisy sex is great and all, but I was very comfortable in their guest room. If they are going to force me to come stay at their house, they could at least have the decency to keep it down.

When I was still at Syd’s on Friday morning, I was a little concerned. I vowed to ask her, when the fuzz in my head cleared and I could remember.

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I had been sleeping on the couch, cozy, under my down comforter, with Fred and George sleeping on my lap when Syd woke me. She was sitting on the edge of the coffee table stroking my hair off of my forehead.

“You’re still warm, baby.” She said. She picked up the thermometer and lube, “roll over for me, and let’s see what you’re registering.”

“Syd, I don’t want to, and the kittens are sleeping. Can’t you do it later?” I pleaded.

Syd set the thermometer down, stood, and went into the kitchen, “Here kitty, kitty, kitties. Do you want a treat? Come ‘ere little ones.” Fred and George sprang from my lap and ran for the kitchen.

I could hear their little traitorous purrs and meows from the kitchen as they were given kitty treats. Bastards.

Syd returned to the lounge, retrieved the thermometer, and raised my comforter. “Come on baby, on your tummy.”

I rolled over and lowered my pajama bottoms. Syd leaned over, separated my cheeks and inserted the thermometer in my bottom. Argh. “You’re okay baby.” Syd tried to reassure me. “Just listen to the beeps. When you hear three in a row, it’s all over. It will just be a minute or so, you’re doing great.”

I must say, I was slightly happier that Syd and Verge were now using the digital thermometer and I was only now being submitted to one or two minutes as opposed to the minimum of five with the old mercury one.

I heard the three consecutive beeps and Syd withdrew the thermometer, pulled up my pajama bottoms and pulled the comforter back over me. “100.8.” She announced. “Good, it is still going down. Try and go back to sleep, baby.”

I rolled over and pulled the comforter up over my nose, “I don’t like that.” I whined.

“I know baby, but you are still struggling to breath out of your nose. So, there isn’t another option. As soon as you’re breathing better, we’ll use an oral thermometer. Okay?” She said, lightly grazing my forehead.

I nodded.

“Syd?” I asked sleepily.

“Yeah, baby.” She responded.

“Where are Chris and Verge?” I asked with a large yawn.

“We just thought it might be better for you stay up here. Close your eyes, now.” She said bending over to kiss my forehead.

End

Bad Pitch

Title: Bad Pitch
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Chris, James, Syd & Katie

I had salad duty this evening. Syd and Jamie were running late, but since Katie was supposed to arrive in 15 minutes, I thought I would make sure that at least the salad was done, so that we could eat in courses if we had to. I was startled by the slam of the front door and sliced my finger instead of the tomato.

“To your room James,” I heard Auntie Syd announce firmly as my distressed looking cousin moved through the kitchen and towards his room in a rage.

“Hi, how was the game?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“Your cousin, threw a pitch at another player’s head, in retaliation to one of his teammates getting hit by a pitch, in the previous inning.”

“Oh,” I said, wincing at the thought of how Jamie would be feeling in a few minutes.

Syd glanced at me holding a wad of paper towels around my finger. She came over took my hand, removed the paper towels and glanced at the cut on my finger, “It isn’t to deep,” she said, returning the wad of towels to the still bleeding finger, and she raised my hand up over my shoulders.

I moved in with Syd, when I was 15, after my parents threw me out of the house for being gay. My dad walked in on me giving the captain of the water polo team a blowjob. I showed up at my Aunt’s door in tears with nothing but the clothes on my back and haven’t left since.

Syd, enlisted in the army at the age of 22, straight out of nursing school. It was 1969, and after basic training, she was sent to Vietnam. At the end of her first tour she met and fell in love with Major Jonathon Wallows. They married and she became pregnant with my cousin Claire. Syd, shipped back to the states, set up a home, gave birth to Claire and continued her military career at the local VA hospital, while Uncle Jon served two more tours in Vietnam.

“I think dinner is going to be a little late this evening. Jamie and I need to have a little discussion before we eat.”

“Katie is going to be here any minute, you invited her dinner, remember?” I replied.

“Oh, crud,” she said, “Do, you think maybe you two could run over to Carmen’s and pick up a couple of pizzas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

She leaned in and kissed my forehead, “How was your day sweetie?”

I couldn’t help it, but a huge smirk emerged on my face,“I met a boy.”

The doorbell rang and I headed over to get it. “Hmm, I want to hear all about him at dinner,” she smiled at me, “I am going to take care of your cousin. See you in an hour or so.”

I opened the door, grabbing my sweatshirt and ushering Katie back towards her car, “Come on, we’re going over to Carmen’s to get some pizza.”

“Ahh man, I thought Syd was making her chicken casserole,” Katie sighed.

“No, something came up, she wants us to go get a couple of pizzas instead,” I said, as I continued to move her towards the car.

“Well, I hope you at least called them in already.”

“Nope,” I told her, “We can wait there until they are ready.”

“I hate waiting there,” she grabbed my arm and moved me back towards the house, “Let’s call it in, and then we can watch TV until it is time to get them.”

“Umm, we really need to go wait for them,” I said, “Syd needs to discuss a few things with Jamie.”

“So, we can hang out in your room,” Katie responded, “I got this new tape, TJ Landis, her voice is beautiful and her lyrics are so poetic.”

“And, she’s a dyke, yes, I know. We’ll listen in the car,” I shot her a look.

“Oooohhhh. What’d he do?” She asked.

“Intentionally hit a batter in the head.”

“Yah, that batter’s head isn’t the only thing that’s gonna be aching tonight,” She said a little devilishly.

I rolled my eyes.

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Syd was setting the table when Katie and I arrived back at the house with the pizzas.

Katie walked over and gave Syd a big hug, “Hiya, Colonel. How are you?”

Syd planted a kiss on Katie’s cheek, “I’m good kiddo.” Syd took the pizzas from me as she asked, “Christopher, would you mind fetching Jamie for dinner, while Katie and I catch up?”

“Sure,” I said grabbing a crouton from the salad on my way out of the kitchen.

I could hear Jamie lightly whimpering as I approached his door, “Hey, Jame it’s me. I’m commin’ in, ‘kay.”

Jamie looked miserable; he was lying on his stomach in sweats, and raised his head at me as I entered his room. “Hi,” he said in almost a whisper as he rolled to his side and wiped his tears on his sleeve.

I sat next to him on the bed, and he scooted over and rested his head on my thigh, “I hate it Chris, I’m 16 and none of my friends still get spanked.”

“Maybe not, but they also don’t have the Colonel for a mother,” I said gently rubbing his hair off his forehead.

“When did she stop spanking you?” He asked.

I let out a small laugh.

“What?” He asked.

“I’ll admit it has been a few years, but, I’m not sure she wouldn’t still tan me if she felt I needed it,” I don’t think he was very comforted by my comment. I’m not sure I was either.

We sat quietly for a few minutes. Jamie slowly calmed as I continued to rub his head.

“Why’d you throw at him?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“I doubt your mother bought that answer,” I said, tapping lightly on his head.

“No, she didn’t.”

“Is he hurt?” I questioned.

“They took him to the hospital. Mom called, he has a concussion, they’re keeping him over night for observation.”

“So, why’d you throw at him?” I tried again.

“The guys dared me. They said I had to do it to preserve our team honor.”

“Since when did you ever buy into that load of crap?” I asked.

“Since, they said I was a chicken, too straight an arrow, a momma’s boy.”

“Was it worth it?” I asked

“No,” Jamie whimpered.

“What’d your coach do?”

He started to cry again, “I’m off the team, and I got a 3 day school suspension. Mom grounded me. She says I get to spend the time I would have been at practice with her at the hospital. I have to volunteer my time with brain injury patients.”

“Good,” I said.

Jamie pushed away from me and gave me a very angry look, “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“What side is that?” I asked, “The one that says it’s okay to throw a 70 mile-an-hour baseball at some kid’s head, sending him to the hospital on a dare. That’s the side you want me on?”

He cocked his head at me, “That’s not what I meant. I want you to do what you always do. I want you to say it sucks I got in so much trouble. That my mom is way to strict,” tears were falling quickly down his cheeks, "say what you always say. Please?”

“Sorry, Jame. You screwed up big time. You could have killed that boy. You deserve everything you got. Do you get that? Do you realize you could have killed him?”

He just sat and starred at me.

“Answer me. Do you get that?”

Jamie nodded and started to sob. I pulled him into a hug and held him, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. How could I do something so stupid?” He asked.

“I don’t know; it was mighty stupid.”

He continued to cry. “Did you apologize to him?” I asked. He shook his head.

“I think that would be a good thing for you to do. I’ll take you over to the hospital in the morning before my class.”

“James! Christopher! The pizza is getting cold,” Syd called to us from the kitchen.

We walked into the kitchen and Jamie sat with a wince and small grunt. Auntie Syd always could leave a strong impression.

Katie gave Jamie a wink and nod; he blushed and nodded back.

“So, Christopher tell us about this boy,” Syd asked.

“His name is Virgil. He’s a nursing student in my physiology class. He is so cuuutttteee.”

The End

Part of the Family

Title: Part of the Family
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: Syd – Katie – Chris - Claire

“All right you three take a seat on the couch.” Syd said with a very stern voice to her two wayward teens and their friend. The teens reeked of clove cigarettes and cheap beer. Her nephew seemed stunned and her daughter had tears freely flowing, their friend just seemed embarrassed and in a bit of shock.

“Christopher. Claire. I don’t know what you two think you were playing at. Tonight, you have each broken just about every rule we have in this house.” Chris and Claire both lowered their eyes to the floor. “You lied about where you were going. You disobeyed me by attending a party you were told under no circumstances were you to attend. You smoked cigarettes. You drank alcohol. You were out after curfew. Am I missing anything?” The two teens shook their heads in unison.

“Now, Miss Katheryn, I am not sure of the rules in your home,” although Syd knew they were lax, “but when you stay at my house, when you spend any amount of time with my children, you are expected to follow the rules I have set out for them. If you choose not to, you will not be allowed in my house or around my children again.” At this statement, Katie, began to lightly sob. She spent more time at the Wallows/Robeson household than at her own house. Chris Robeson was her closest confidant and ally and the possibility of no longer being allowed in this house or around Chris would cause her world to shatter.

Sydney Wallows, Chris’s aunt, was an impressive woman, standing at five foot ten inches. She was intimidating, strict, and overbearing, yet her home was the warmest most welcoming place that Katie had ever encountered. Syd had welcomed Katie into her family and treated her with more kindness and respect than Katie thought she deserved. She was thoroughly devastated at the thought she had risked loosing all that.

Syd walked over to Katie and kneeled in front of her, taking Katie’s hands into her own. Syd’s green eyes locked onto Katie’s blues, “Katheryn, I am not sure how or if your parent’s are going to punish you for this little escapade, but as you are in my care for the weekend, I feel I have some say over what that punishment should be. Because, you have broken my rules, while under my care, I feel that you should be held accountable by my punishment. Now, as that was not a consequence for you before you engaged in this terribly stupid behavior, I am giving you a choice. I think you should be punished in the same manner as Christopher and Claire. If you wish to continue to spend time as an honorary member of this household you will be held accountable, as any other member would be. But, this is your choice…you can choose to continue to be a part of this family and accept your punishment or you can wait and deal with your parents. I will not forbid Chris or Claire from having a relationship with you at this time, but the circumstances of that relationship will definitely change, and should I witness any further misbehavior like this on your part again, you will no longer be allowed to spend time with them.”

Chris and Claire looked at Syd with utter outrage. Syd gave them her most stern look in return and her naughty teens returned their eyes to the floor.

“What is their punishment?” Katie asked.

“I spank my children.” Syd replied, although this came as no shock to either Chris or Claire. The finality of what they could expect for their evening escapade caused them both to shudder. Katie was not totally surprised by this revelation. She had seen both her friends with sore bottoms, and they had both alluded to the fact that Syd had old-fashioned methods of discipline. But, seeing her friends in emanate danger of a spanking was almost more than she could take. She had received spankings as a child. They were not pleasant, and she definitely understood the embarrassment that her friends were feeling over their impending punishment, but the embarrassment she was feeling was a small thing compared to the possibility of loosing her place as a part of this group.

“Are you willing to accept my punishment?” Syd asked. Katie nodded.

“Alright then, I don’t think we need to delay this any further. Christopher. Claire. Go get yourselves ready for bed, and then find a corner in my room. Katheryn come with me.” Syd led Katie into Claire’s room.

Syd took a seat on the bed and moved Katie to stand next to her. “So, young lady, let me explain how this works. I am going to take down your pants and underwear. I will then position you over my lap. We will discuss why you are being spanked, and then I will spank your bare bottom. It’s pretty simple.”

Katie let out a sob, “Bbb…bare bbbottom, why dddoes it have to be bbbare?” She questioned.

“That is how I spank. This is your choice young lady. You don’t have to be spanked, we can go call your parents instead.” Katie knew that calling her parents was actually the easy way out of this situation. They would be mad, they would yell, there was a possibility she would be grounded. But, choosing to not go with the spanking would mean the loss of her support system. Her friendship with Chris and the kindness she received from his family seemed well worth a sore bottom. “What will it be, Katie, spanking or phone call?”

Katie let out a very soft whisper, “Sssspppanking.”

“That is a good decision. I know it was a tough one to make.” Syd pulled Katie a little closer, unbuttoned her pants, lowered her pants and underwear, and drew Katie over her knee.”

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(Chris)

“Fuck.” I said, banging my head against the wall. I could hear Syd’s hand coming down on Katie’s bare skin, and Katie’s cries in response.

“Shhh.” Claire said.

“What? She can’t hear us over that spanking.” I responded.

“Don’t be so sure. Be quiet and leave me alone. You’ve gotten me in enough trouble tonight.” She whispered.

“Oh, puhhhleeeese, you totally had fun.” I said.

“I did not. Please, hush.” Claire pleaded.

“Well, I had a blast tonight. It may have even been worth the tanning I am going to get.” I replied.

“Well, I will do my best to change that attitude.” Aunt Syd said as she entered the room.

Fuck. I banged my head against the wall.

“Christopher!” Syd said. “Come with me.” I followed her into my bedroom. As I walked through my bedroom door, Syd asked for my belt.

“Wwwhaaatt?” I stuttered.

“Your belt, Christopher.” She repeated.

“Bbbbuuu…” I tried to speak.

“I think I have heard enough from you, young man. Hand me your belt. Now.” She reached out her hand for my belt.

“Auntie Syd?” I pleaded.

She stepped towards me, unbuckled my belt, freed it from the belt loops, and set it on the bed. She then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled me over to the bed. She lowered my jeans and briefs, bent me over the bed and retrieved the belt. I heard a quick swoosh and then felt the sting across the center of my butt. “Ugg.” I grunted.

Syd rapidly landed the next several strokes and I started to struggle to stay in place. “Stay still young man,” she ordered. I began to sob and the whipping just continued, and continued well past the point I deemed bearable. When she finally stopped, I was sure that my butt was a bloody mess. I reached back to feel the damage, there were definitely many welts but to my surprise the skin was completely intact. I stayed bent over the bed, sobbing into my covers. I could hear Syd moving around my room. Eventually she came and sat next to me on the bed and began to gently stroke my sweat soaked hair off my forehead. “Okay, little one, get into your pajamas.” She helped me to stand, and with no thoughts of modesty, I stripped out of my clothes and carefully pulled my pajama bottoms on and pulled a t-shirt over my head. Syd stood and pulled me into an embrace. I continued to sob, now crying into her shoulder. She gently rubbed my back and talked softly into my ear.

When I had calmed to the point of just the occasional hiccup, Syd pushed me gently back and met my eyes, “Was it worth it?” She asked. I shook my head. She had made darn sure it wasn’t. “Good.” She said, pulling me back into a hug and continuing to rub my back. “I don’t want to ever have to pick you up for underage drinking and smoking again.”

“You won’t. I promise.”

“Okay,” she said gently patting my very sore bottom, “hop into bed. I still need to attend to your cousin.”

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(Katie)

Listening to the sounds of Chris and Claire’s punishment had been terribly difficult. It had been my idea to attend the party, and although neither of them took much convincing to attend, I was still feeling a lot of guilt.

I sniffed and whipped away the tears that were still falling. I sat on the spare bed in Claire’s room unable to fall asleep listening to the small whimpers of my friends. Okay, well maybe sitting isn’t really the correct word as it often assumes pressure on the buttocks. I was resting on my hip, leaning against Syd, resting my head on her bosom; she had one arm draped around my shoulder and the other lightly playing with the hair on my forehead. “My bottom hurts,” I whimpered.

“Yes, little one, I am sure it does. Is that first time you’ve been spanked?” She asked.

I shook my head, “I got spanked when I was little, but I don’t remember it hurting so much. I just remember crying while I was over my mom’s knee and a little bit afterwards; but not this long afterwards.” My voice hiccupped.

“Shhh, just close your eyes and rest. It's late and you need to get some sleep. I am not sure tomorrow will be a very pleasant day for you.” She said softly twirling my hair. Unlike Chris and Claire I still had to confront my parents.

“At least Chris and Claire are all finished with their punishments.” I pouted. “They still don’t have to face anyone.”

“Katie, if you think your bottom hurts, let me just tell you that what you got was tame compared to Claire and Christopher, and they are each on restriction for several months, so they maybe wishing they could change places with you.” She tapped my nose with her finger.

“Hmphh.” I closed my eyes to the tears that continued to flow and eventually fell asleep.

End