A Tad Bit Rebellious

by CrazyScarySexy@aol.com

Okay. So I'm a tad bit rebellious. Okay. Maybe a tad bit VERY rebellious. Big deal. Like you've never snuck out at night and gotten drunk and stolen your brother's car. Okay, okay, I guess I took it too far.

So, here's the lowdown on me and my brother. I'm Olivia and I'm sixteen as of last month, and my brother Luke is twenty-three. Our parents died five years ago when a drunken truck driver plowed into their SUV. They never saw it coming. Luke got custody of me and learned what it was to be a parent at the age of eighteen, raising an eleven year old. It was extremely hard for him, I know, giving up going to the college of his dreams, and settling for a night college and a day job. He gave up his dreams, his freedom, and his youth to take care of me. And how did I repay him? By being as rebellious as I possibly could.

I'd say the first time we really had trouble was when I got caught cheating on my math test in seventh grade. That was the first time Luke really punished me. I was grounded for a week, a lenient punishment, not that I thought so. My twelve year old self thought it was devastating. So how did I repay my brother that time? Getting into a fight the next day.

So, I spent a lot of my teenage years grounded, needless to say. But as you will soon find out, I didn't learn any lessons from all that "hard time".

It was Saturday night, the one Saturday that I wasn't grounded. And I had plans. Boy, did I have plans! Let me elaborate: I have several HOT, college age, single, have-their-own-apartments, and did I mention HOT male friends. And it just so happened that the hottest, a college sophomore named Jeff, was throwing a party that night. And it also just so happened that I was definetely going!

And here's the catch: If Luke knew that I was thinking about considering entertaining the idea of going to a college party, home of sex, drugs, and booze, he'd lock me in my room for a week. That's why I wasn't going to tell him.

At about 8 that night, I was fidgeting around in the kitchen, trying to keep myself busy with putting dishes away, when Luke came in, buttoning the last button on his shirt. "I'm meeting someone tonight. I'm probably going to be late, so don't wait up for me."

I perked up apon hearing that. "Ooh, do you have a date?" I teased.

"Just a girl I met at school." he said, straightening his collar. He looked over at me, his green eyes turning serious. "I'm trusting you here alone tonight Olivia. You can invite ONE friend over if you want. NO leaving the house and NO wild parties." He mussed my hair with that one, and I forced a joking smile back at him.

"All right, all right. No wild parties." I lied through my teeth. Thankfully, he bought it and dug through the closet for his jacket.

"And she's picking me up, so I'm leaving my car here."

"Wait, she's picking you up?" I asked, caught off guard, not realizing the golden opportunity that had just been placed at my feet.

"Yes. She recommended the place we're going, and I don't have a clue where it's at, so she's driving." A horn honked from outside. "Oh, and there she is. Remember the rules, behave yourself, and bye." He gave me a quick kiss on the side of the head and was out the door.

It took me a moment to realize the freedom bestowed on me, and after a moment, I squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. I hurriedly picked up the phone and called my best friend, Anna. She picked up after the second ring. "Hello?"

"Guess what?!" I shrieked.

"What? What is it?" She said urgently, thinking something bad had happened.

"Get dressed and get your ass over here because we are going out tonight!" I shrieked.

"That's what I'm talking about!" She yelled, and hung up with a click. One thing I loved about Anna: she might not be as assertive as me, but she was just as crazy sometimes.

She got over here FAST and we got to work getting dressed for the party. When we were finished, Anna was a little sex kitten decked out in a miniskirt, black, low-cut tank top and boots. Her hair was half-up, half-down, and she had glittery eye makeup, bronzer, and lipgloss on. I wore a pair of skintight black pants, a red corset haltar top, and strappy heeled sandals. My straight black hair cascaded down my back and my eyes were smoky and my face was almost bare. We were HOT. Who knew if we wouldn't get a lil action tonight, heh?

We had planned on walking the fifteen blocks to his house, until I caught sight of a set of keys shining on the counter. Anna and I looked at each other and knew instantly what the other was thinking.

Less than five minutes later, we were getting out of my brother's car and entering the loud, throbbing house party.

It didn't take us long to find Jeff, surrounded as always by his college buddies and college skanks, who sent us evil glares when Jeff kissed us each on the cheek and led us around the party, one on each arm. So, it's cliche and sickeningly cheesy, but we were having the time of our lives! Why stop now?

Of course, we stopped at every booze table there, and soon ended up trashed. Anna was tripping all over herself, flirting with every guy in sight, while I found myself in an uncontrollable bout of giggles. I was only drunk, I hadn't taken anything, at least that I knew of, but the room was spinning and zooming past my eyes. It felt like the world was moving at superhuman speed and I was only able to grasp the bits and pieces I could keep up with. I remember flashes of people, it felt like they were staring at me, then they were gone. Suddenly, I found myself on the floor.

"Wha time isssss?" I slurred, struggling to get to an upright position. I looked at my studded watch on my wrist. After five minutes of intense staring, I realized that it was already two in the morning! "Anna!" I shrieked. She managed to pull herself away from the guy she was busily making out with long enough to turn to me.

"What is it?" She giggled. "Can't ya see I'm kinda busy?"

"We gotta go home!" I said urgently. "It's two! My brother's gonna kill me!" The shock of how late it was had stunned me into acting a little more sober.

Anna jumped up and started shrieking. "What?! What?! Ohmigod! We have to go!"

"Where are my keys?!" I shrieked just as loudly.

After another blur of time, I found myself behind the wheel of my brother's car, speeding off in the direction of his house. As hard as I was trying to concentrate, my vision was blurred and distorted, and I found that it was harder to see things. Like the car up ahead...

"OH MY GOD, OLIVIA! THERE'S A CAR!!!" Anna suddenly screamed, and not giving me a chance to react, jerked the wheel over to the right, hard. The next thing I knew, there was a sickening crunch, and an airbag was hitting me in the face.

The next hour was a blur, but I remember some more shrieking, especially when we saw the tree that my brother's car had plowed into, Anna and I being quickly examined, then taken to the hospital in a police car.

I was sitting in the waiting room, trying not to fall asleep, when suddenly, something tackled me.

"Olivia!" came Luke's muffled voice from somewhere around my shoulders, neck, and chest. "Oh, God. Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, Luke!" I whined, struggling to escape. "Leemee lone!"

"Leave you alone?!" He yelled, shaking me, remembering to be angry. "AFTER WHAT YOU DID?! OLIVIA, YOU SNUCK OUT, GOT DRUNK, DROVE, AND *TOTALED MY CAR*!!!!!! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE TOMORROW, OLIVIA! YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU'D NEVER--" Luke pulled backsuddenly, studying my face. His expression went from angry to concerned and thoughtful. "What are you on, Olivia?" He said softly.

"Nothin'!" I insisted, trying to pull his hands off my face, but they wouldn't budge. "I had a lil bit to drink, that's all." I slurred.

"No." He wouldn't let go, and went up to the hospital receptionist. "Is there any way I can have these two drug tested?"

Drug tests came back positive for ecstasy. I swore and swore that I hadn't taken E, then it hit me that I HAD accepted a lot of drinks from random guys earlier that night. The realization hit me like a trainwreck, and I started bawling, blubbering to my brother that I hadn't meant it, that it had been an accident. He took me in his arms, rubbing my back, shushing me until I'd calmed down.

The rest of that night was a blur. The last thing I remember was being in the backseat of the rental car my brother had gotten.

I woke up the next morning on the couch, my head splitting nearly in two. I moaned, and I heard a slight chuckle.

"Good morning, sunshine." Luke said from his armchair right beside me. He reached over with a glass of water and three aspirin, which I accepted gratefully.

After gulping down the pills, I spoke up. "W-what happened last night?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, in short, you snuck out last night, stole my car, went to a party where you got trashed, DROVE DRUNK, and wrecked the car into a tree." He said, the anger showing in his voice again. "Honestly, Via, what were you THINKING?! You could have been killed! In so many different ways, it's not even funny!"

"I'm sorry..." I muttered, unable to look him in the eyes.

He took my face in one hand and forced me to look him in his blazing green eyes anyway. "No. Olivia, I've heard that from you time and again. You're always sorry after you do the deed, but never sorry enough to keep you from getting in trouble again. Obviously grounding you when you're bad hasn't been enough. I can't risk allowing you to do something like this again. I won't risk it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said nervously, the tension distracting me from the pain in my head momentarily.

"Via, what do you think Dad would have done if he were here today?" Luke said quietly, staring me down with those green eyes of his.

I gulped. "He... he would have tore my ass up."

"And that's what I plan to do." Luke stared me down.

"Luke..." my stomach nearly bottomed out. "You-- you can't..."

"I can and I will. Obviously grounding doesn't do a damn bit of good, and I end up being the one having to watch your every move for weeks at a time. Maybe things will change."

"Luke..." I stuttered. "Please... no..."

"I've already made up my mind, Olivia." He said firmly. "You're getting a spanking later this afternoon. And anytime you misbehave after today will result in a sore bottom. I'd suggest you accept the fact and don't make it worse on yourself."

I tried protesting, but a death glare from Luke was all it took to get me to shut up.

As if we'd never even had the conversation, Luke asked me if I wanted breakfast. *A last meal...* I couldn't help thinking, but nodded anyway.

Luke was one hell of a cook, and knew how to fix eggs and bacon like the best of them, but my stomach could barely handle the food, both from hangover nausea and the queasy feeling that comes with knowing that you're about to get your backside blistered. I sat on the edge of my chair, wondering when the next time I would be able to sit comfortably would be.

After eating, Luke looked over at me and sighed. "Let's get this over with." When I didn't move, he glared at me. "Don't make me tell you again."

I got up from my chair, wistfully thinking that it was the last time I would be able to sit for a long time. "Luke, please, I'm sixteen."

"And it's time you started acting like it." He said firmly. "Pants down."

"Luke, all sixteen-year-old's go to parties!" I protested. "You can't do this! Luke, please!"

"Pants down." He said, getting angry.

"Luke, I promise I'll never do it again."

"Don't make me come over there and do it for you. I swear, you'll wish you'd never been born."

Slowly, my hands slid to my pants button. Slowly, I undid the top button and slid the zipper down. Even more slowly, I slid my pants down to my ankles and stood there in my underwear before my twenty-three year old brother, who scrutinized me for a minute then patted his lap. I gingerly laid across it, trying to ignore how uncomfortable this felt.

"Why do you think you're getting spanked, Olivia?" He began lecturing me.

"Luke, please can we get this over with?" SMACK! I yelped when I felt a sharp smack to my upturned rear. "Okay, okay!" I sputtered. "I'm getting spanked because I snuck out after you told me not to go anywhere, went to a wild party after you told me no wild parties, I got drunk and drove, and I totaled your car. God, Luke, I'm so sorry about that."

"No. Forget the car, Olivia. You could have died last night, Olivia. I don't think you realize that yet. And apparantly, this is going to be what it takes to make you realize." With that, he sent his hand crashing down on my backside hard enough to send shrill cries erupting from my mouth. Within seconds, I was kicking and squirming, trying both to escape and to wiggle the fire out of my bottom. It wasn't working, and it earned me several more sharp smacks.

"If you don't stop kicking, I'm going to give you something to kick for." Luke said sternly. SMACK SMACK SMACK! Three more handshaped fires lit up my bottom. He stopped momentarily and said sadly, "Maybe I should have done this a long time ago."

I yelped, fighting tears. I wouldn't give into my tears that easily.

Luke apparantly realized it too, because after about twenty more smacks, he stopped. "Stand up." he ordered me. I gladly obliged, reaching back to rub the fire out of my ass. To my surprise, a pair of hands caught mine. "Don't think you're getting off this easily. Bend over the couch."

"Luke, please, I learned my lesson!" I begged. After some struggling, Luke forced me over the side of the couch.

"Now, Olivia, I was only going to give you thirty whacks with the belt, but because you refused to cooperate, I'm making it thirty-five. And if you reach back, it's an extra smack."

"Luuuuuke, pleeeeeeease!!" I begged, trying my hardest not to cry from fear.

"I'm truly sorry about this, Olivia. But I can't let you throw your life away." With that, he extended a strong arm, and I let out a shriek to wake the dead when I felt the line of fire build across my bottom! I hadn't been spanked since before Mom and Dad died, and I had only gotten the belt once, the time I got caught shoplifting when I was eleven. I was clearly reminded of that day when the belt crashed down on my bottom for the fourth time.

By the seventh whack, I had been broken. Tears flowed freely down my face, and I was sobbing into the couch cushion. My backside felt like it was on fire, I wouldn't be sitting for a long time, and Luke wasn't letting up at all. Still I begged him through my tears to stop.

"Luke, pleeeeease..... I'm sorrrrrry!!!! It huuuuurts!" I bawled.

"Good." He let fly with a lash directly aimed for my sitspots. With another squeal, I sprang up from my position, only to have Luke's strong hand firmly holding me in place. "I'm making an impression then. I'm going to make sure you remember this for quite some time." SMACK! CRACK! WHACK! "Via, you could have died last night!" Four more smacks, each harder than the one before. I was choking on sobs now. I didn't even have the energy to scream anymore. My backside was aflame, and I could feel bruises and welts forming.

"I'm sorrrryyyyyyy!" I wailed.

"You'll never understand how scared I was last night. First, I come home to find you gone!" CRACK! "Then I got the call from the hospital, saying that you'd been in a car accident." He let fly with three more lashes, concentrating soley on my sit spots. He was making sure I would feel this for days to come. "And if this is what it takes," He beat down on my sitspots mercilessly without stopping. "To keep you from pulling a stunt like that again," WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! "Then so be it!" An especially hard smack was enough to make me scream out again.

And he kept at it. I was to the point where I had only enough energy to cry into the couch cushions. All I could think of was how much I had hurt my brother over the years, all he had sacrificed for me, how I had let him down, and how I had never been in this much pain. My bottom felt so hot I thought I'd be able to cook eggs on it. I sobbed even harder.

It took me a while to realize that the whacks had stopped raining down, and Luke was speaking to me. "It's almost over, Via. But to make sure you remember this for a long time, this last one going to be the hardest, okay?" I moaned in fear and pain. As hard as the other ones were, I didn't think I could take any harder than that. "Pleeeeeeeaaaaassse, Luke, nooo-- AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!" I let out a banshee scream as every bit of Luke's strength was applied into the last whack. My backside felt as though it had been torn in two by a line of fire that quickly spread both ways on the bottom. I sobbed for all I was worth, while Luke rubbed my back. It was over.... it was over.... why did it still hurt so bad?

After only God knows how long, I stopped crying long enough for Luke to pull my underwear up gently and kneel down beside me.

"Via, sweetheart, I love you more than life itself." Luke said softly, kissing my cheek. "I don't like doing this, but I can't risk allowing you to put yourself in danger. I'd spank you twice what I did today if I knew that's what it would take to protect you. I'm sorry that I can't be Mom or Dad, but I'm doing the best job I possibly can." His voice cracked on that one, and I lifted my head up enough to let him cradle it in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Luke..." I blubbered. "I'm so sorry, I love you, Luke!"

He held me tighter. "I love you too, baby." He kissed my head. "And I can't let you go on putting yourself at risk. That's why anytime after today you get in trouble, we'll be taking it up to your room to deal with it this way." My throbbing backside quivered at the thought. "I think you need to go back to sleep now. Hopefully, you won't soon forget this." He rested his hand on my bottom and I winced at the intensifying of the pain.

He helped me up, and I hobbled the rest of the way up the stairs and flopped on my stomach on my bed, allowing myself one more cry, both from physical pain and the pain of knowing I'd hurt my brother, and the shock of how quickly things were changing.

My last thought before drifting off to sleep was *maybe it's better this way* and I fell asleep, ever so often unconsciously rubbing my aching bottom.