Breanna's Story World!
Late Night At Wal-Mart
by Nate (scottsbabyboy@yahoo.com) and Breanna
Breanna sat at the computer, her eyes staring boredly at the screen. It was 2:20 am, and she had nothing better to do. Being 13 and all, she couldn't just go out for a ride... of course then her mind drifted. Hmmm...
She got up from her spot at the computer desk then went into Nate's room where he lay reading a book. They were both up, but dad was asleep. Dad would be asleep for a while, and that was a good thing.
"Nateeee," Breanna whined. "I'm boredddd, let's go somewhere."
Nate looked up from his book and looked his younger sister in the eyes. "Breanna... it's 230 in the morning, dad won't let us go anywhere."
Breanna poked her lip out. "But Nate, you're 16, and you have your license... what dad won't know won't hurt him. Pwease?" she begged.
Nate sighed, trying not to look at his sister who begged right there in front of him, her eyes so innocent. "If we get caught, we'll be in deep shit," he protested. "I don't feel like getting in trouble, k Breanna? We can do something tomorrow."
"But Nateee, we won't get caught. I promise."
He sighed then finally gave in. "Okay okay. Where do you want to go?"
Breanna looked at the wall for a moment. "Uhhmmm," she said, trying to think of someplace open. "WALMART!" she said with excitement.
"Okay," he said, shutting his book and putting his shoes on. "Wal-mart it is." Breanna kept it down but still jumped through the house and they silently climbed out of Nate's window and got in his dad's car and drove off.
The entire way there, Nate sped, due to Breanna's wishes, and they listened to their music loud. It was so late, nobody was out and they were pretty much free to do whatever they wanted. They finally arrived to Wal-Mart and went directly to the toys section, playing with the stuff and throwing balls at each other, then playing hide - n - seek.
Meanwhile, Dad is at home asleep, whenever he wakes up suddenly. He doesn't know what has caused him to wake up, but he feels this anxiety running through his body and something tells him to go check on the kids. So he gets up and looks in Nate's room. No Nate. He then checks in Breanna's room. No Breanna. He groans wondering where the kids have gone and then sits at the kitchen table after putting on a pot of coffee.
Breanna and Nate are happily playing in Wal-mart when suddenly..
"What are you kids DOING!" a man asks. Breanna stops dead in her tracks and drops the ball that she was about to throw at Nate.
"Uh, um.."
"Leave my store, right now!" the man says.
Nate and Breanna rush out of the store, scared shitless. "Okay," Nate says. "Let's go back home."
Breanna nods, feeling as scared as he. But of course, they don't have the bright idea to keep their speed down in their car and their music soft either. And whenever they see the flashing lights behind him, all Nate can say is, "uhoh."
He pulls the car over and a policeman comes up to him. "License and registration, please," he says, sounding uninterested. Nate hands him his driver's license and digs around in the glove box looking for registration. "Nathan? You are 16, do you realize it is against state law to be out after 11:00? And who is this you have next to you?" he says, pointing to Breanna.
"That's my sister, sir," Nate says politely.
"What's your name?"
"Breanna."
"And your age?"
"14."
"Nathan, do you realize you were going 20 miles over the speed limit back there, your music was up incredibly loud, and you are out past curfew? That is 3 violations in one night. I'm going to have to ask you two to step out of the car."
"But, sir," Nate begins..
"Just do as I say."
Breanna and Nate get out of the car as they are told and the policeman radios someone telling him about two minors. He then seats each of them in the back of the car and takes them home.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!
Dad stands up, worried to death about his kids. After all, they had been gone for at least an hour. He gets to the door, unhappy to see the two of them with a policeman.
"Hello," Dad says. "Can I help you?"
"Hi, sir, I found these kids driving in your car, 20 miles over the speed limit, loud music, and out past curfew." He explains where the car is parked and then releases the kids to their father, no ticket or fine.
"Neither of you say a word, just get to bed NOW! We will deal with this in the morning, do you understand me?" Dad asks.
"Yes sir," both kids chorused and walked up the stairs to their rooms where they tossed and turned for a while and then went to sleep. Both slept soundly until about 7:30 when their dad woke them up.
"BREANNA!! NATHANIEL!! GET UP!! COME EAT BREAKFAST!!" Dad yelled up the stairs.
Breanna came downstairs, grumbling, "It's too early daddy. Can't we go back to bed?"
"No you may not, young lady," Dad said, "You were the one who chose to joyride at 2:30 in the morning, so it's not my fault you are tired." He went upstairs, not seeing Nate, and went into his room where Nate was sleeping naked on his bed. "GET UP NOW NATHANIEL!!"
"Please Dad, let me sleep a little longer," Nate protested.
"UP! AND DOWNSTAIRS!! NOW!! MOVE IT!!" Dad yelled. Nate got up and went to the dresser to put on some clothes. "I said, DOWNSTAIRS NOW!!! Not after you get dressed. Now move it, young man."
"But dad," Nate weakly protested.
"MOVE IT NATHANIEL!!? Dad bellowed. Nate didn't argue anymore and went downstairs and quickly sat down, trying to keep his younger sister from seeing much of anything. Dad came down and joined them and they ate in silence. Once it was done they all went and washed their dishes, "You two, go sit on the sofa and I will be right in."
"Yes dad," both kids told him and went to sit down on the sofa.
"How long do you think we'll be grounded?" Breanna asked.
"I don't know. Probably a month, I guess. " Nate replies.
Dad walks into the front room and stares at both of them. "First, I want each of you to explain exactly what happened last night."
Breanna said, "I was bored, so I asked Nate if he wanted to go somewhere. At first he said now, but I talked him into it. We went to Wal-Mart and had some fun there, then were coming home when we got pulled over and brought home."
"Nathaniel?" Dad asked.
"I did say no at first, but then I gave in and we went to Wal-Mart. I was speeding on the way back and got pulled over." Nathaniel replied.
"Did you speed on the way there? And how many miles over?" Dad asked.
"No, just on the way back, " Nate lied, not looking at dad.
"NATHANIEL DON!!" Dad yelled and smacked Nathaniel across the face, "Don't you DARE lie to me like that, boy!"
"OW! OK! FUCK! Yes, I sped on the way there. 20 miles over like on the way back. Happy now?" Nate spat out.
SMACK! "Young man, you DON'T speak to me that way," Dad told him after slapping him again, "Ok, so you sped twice, broke curfew, you LIED to me Nathaniel, have I got everything?"
"Yes dad," they both said, "That's everything."
"And the music, which I'm letting slide, just don't blare it again." Dad said, "Now you're going to find out what your punishment is for this little escapade."
"How many days are we grounded? Or should I say, how many weeks? Or months?" Nate asked.
"Oh, you aren't getting grounded this time, either of you. I've been too soft on you, giving you more space, and not being too strict on you. Well, it ends NOW! I will NOT have this kind of stunt again. Now, both of you are going to get a spanking." Dad informed them.
"What?" Nathan leapt up and yelled, "No way. I'm too old to be spanked. You can't do it dad."
"Oh but I can Nathaniel. And I am. You aren't too old, not at all. As long as you live in my house, under my roof, you will be subject to my rules and my punishments and discipline. Now, for the car stunt, you will both be hand spanked. Nathan, you are older so you get it worse and will get 240 swats,1 for each minute past curfew you are. Breanna will get 1⁄2 that or 120 swats," Dad told the two.
"240? That's unfair. You can't fucking do that!" Nate protests.
"Watch your language, young man. And yes I can," Dad says calmly.
"No, I won't take them," Nate stands his ground.
"Fine, you'll take double that then. And don't complain or I'll add more, got it?" Dad made the punishment even worse.
"Yes dad," Nate said. 480 swats? This was gonna be one heck of a spanking. And, his dad wasn't through.
"Furthermore, for speeding Nathaniel, which you shouldn't have done even if encouraged, and lying about it you are going to get 40 strokes of the belt, one for each mile over the speed limit, and an additional 20 for lying," Dad informed him, "Now go stick your nose in the corner while I deal with your sister."
"Yes dad," Nate said and walked over to the corner, embarrassed to be in that position and nervous about his upcoming punishment. He listened as Breanna shuffled over to his dad and waited. Was it going to be bare?
It was. Once Breanna got over to dad, he lowered her panties, laid her over his knees, and raised her sleep shirt up her back. "Breanna, don't you ever let me catch you sneaking out and breaking curfew again. Understood?"
"Yes daddy," Brianna said and braced herself to be spanked. Dad rubbed her pale, white bottom for a few seconds, then lifted his hand up high and brought it down hard in the center of her bottom.
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He was spacing his smacks out all over her bottom sit spot and thighs. And she was light red from just below her back to midway down her thighs. He made the last set of smacks the hardest.
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Breanna hopped up and bounced around her room, rubbing her bottom vigorously, "I'm s-s-s-sorry daddy." Tears poured down her cheeks, snot came from her nose, and her bottom was on fire. She collapsed into daddy's arms and he rocked her till she calmed down some, then led her to the corner and placed her in it, nose first. She stood there, hands on head, and waited for daddy to spank her brother.
"NATHANIEL! Over here now!" Dad ordered. Nathaniel turned around and walked towards him. Dad stripped him totally then dragged him to the bathroom sink, lathered up a washcloth and scrubbed his mouth, gums, tongue, and teeth with it for a good 5 minutes. He let Nate spit and rinse, then repeated the process, then put the bar in Nate's mouth and dragged him back to the corner. He had him stand there 20 minutes with the soap in, then led him back to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out.
Dad pulled Nate over his knee, "You're going to get 120 hand swats and 10 licks with the belt, today, two days from now, and then 2 days next week. Am I understood?"
"Yes daddy," Nate replied meekly as daddy pulled him across his lap. He squirmed a bit then:
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Nate kicked and cried and squirmed, tears pouring from his eyes, "IM SOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY!! DAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!"
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREE! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Daddy removed his belt and lashed it down.
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Nate just bawled over daddy's lap, snot covering his face as well as tears, his bottom sore and red. Daddy hugged him and rocked him softly, singing a soothing song to him, which calmed him down. Then daddy led Nate to the corner and had him stand there.
2 days later he got a repeat and then 2 more the next week. All of them left him sobbing and broken. Daddy looked at him the next day after his last spanking and paused, then looked Nate in the eye. "Nathaniel, I have decided something. From now on till I decide otherwise, you are going to look, dress, and be treated like a little boy again. I feel it's the best thing for you."
"But daddy," Nate hung his head, though he knew he needed it and actually wanted it as well. Daddy took Nate by the hand and led him to his bathroom, where he strip Nate, shaved him, bathed him, and then dress him in kiddy clothes. He then led Nate back out and let him watch TV.
Breanna leaned over, "I'm sorry I got you in trouble Naters-taters. Can you forgive me? I know I'm a brat bubba."
"Yeah you are," Nathan said, "But I love ya anyway, and I forgive you kiddo." Breanna playfully smacked his arm at the kiddo and gave him a hug.
Dad turned to Breanna at that moment and said to his 13 year old, "Now, let's you and I talk about this joint that I found in your room young lady."
TBC
Note from Breanna: This was written in 2004... Highly doubtful that it'll ever be continued haha