I think I made a really big mistake. Actually, I know that I did! I was invited to my friend's party last night, and I know that I probably shouldn't have gone, but it soundned like so much fun! I knew that there might be some older kids there who would be drinking, and I knew that Ruth and Burke wouldn't let me go. So I pretended that I was going to a friend's house to study, and they believed me.
Needless to say, I got caught.
I tried to speak to Ruth the second we were alone after she picked me up, but she wouldn't let me.
"Don't you dare say a word, young lady" she snapped, and practically pushed me into the car. I won't pretend to be brave this time, I was scared!! I tried to apologize several more times, but she wouldn't let me talk. Finally, when we got into the house, she took hold of both of my shoulders and almost violently forced me to look at her.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully Alana. You will go up to your room, and stand in the corner until I come for you. I don't want to see you or hear a peep from you until then. Do you understand me?" she asked angrily. I nodded my head, and she let go of me. I ran upstairs and did as she asked right away. I was way too scared to disobey her or argue with her. I knew that what I did was wrong, and she had every right to be mad at me.
I think I stood in the corner for almost 2 hours. It was horrible! I was so nervous, but I was thankful that Burke wasn't home. It could have been so much worse if he was!
After what seemed like forever, I finally heard Ruth's footsteps on the stairs. It was late, and the girls must have been sleeping. She opened my bedroom door, closed it softly behind her, and stepped inside. She didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, but my heart was beating so hard, I'm sure she could have heard it.
"Look at me" she hissed. I jumped at her harsh tone, and reluctantly turned around. She was standing there, only a few feet away from me, arms crossed, and holding a horribly huge looking wooden spoon that I've never seen before. It looked so heavy, I have no idea where she found it! Part of me just knows that she's been hiding it away, knowing that I would eventually do something bad enough to warrant its use.
"Drinking and lying are both forbidden in this house Alana, and you certainly know that" she spat at me.
"I know, I'm....." I tried, very teary.
I was cut off again by her silencing hand.
"Burke is going to home tomorrow afternoon. I've already spoken to him, and we've decided that the main part of your punishment will take place when he's here, after we go to clean up. But in the meantime, I intend to give you something to think about while you're in bed tonight, and while you're cleaning that house tomorrow" she said, approaching me.
I considered running. I knew that it would be a bad idea, but I was really scared. I was shaking a little, and took a step back into the corner. She reached out and grabbed onto my upper arm, her sharp nails digging into my pale skin. She pulled me along with her until we stood in front of my desk. I thought she was going to sit down on the chair, but she moved it out of the way instead.
"Jeans down" she said, looking straight into my eyes without flinching. When I hesitated she slapped my bottom with that spoon so quickly that I didn't even realize what was happening until I felt the sharp burn.
"Ow!" I yelped, reaching one hand back to rub the sting.
"Now" she said firmly.
I bit my lip, and looked at her. With trembling hands I undid my jeans, and pulled them down.
"Bend over" she said simply, pointing to the desk, and pushing me over it. She moved my sweater out of the way and placed her hand on my back to hold me down, not that she really needed to, I wasn't going anywhere, and holding that evil spoon in the other. The feeling of her hand on my bare back made me shiver.
"I want you to think very carefully about what you've done, and the fact that you'll be punished more severely tomorrow. And don't even think about fighting with me" Ruth warned.
I closed my eyes tightly as tears ran down my cheeks, knowing that I was trapped, and, even worse, that I deserved to be exactly where I was.
The first spank took me totally off-guard. She snapped it down on my right cheek, and then left, and on and on and on. It hurt so much!
"Owww! Ruth, I'm soooo...." SPANK! "Ahhhhh!"
I gave up trying to apologize, knowing that every attempt to speak would be met with even harder spanks. I gripped the edge of my desk with my hands so hard that my knuckles turned white. I was determined not to reach back because that would just make her even more angry. She kept spanking me really hard and really fast. All I could do was scream and cry. I'm sure the girls must have woken up, there's no way they didn't hear me. I did everything I could to stop myself from squirming around but it was really hard this time.
She only stopped for a second to pull down my panties. I didn't protest, or try to stop her. No matter how embarassing it was, or how much it would hurt without that little bit of protection, making her angrier would be worse.
She didn't say a word as she spanked me. She just kept going and going, and put extra emphasis on my sit-spots. OUCH!
When she finally stopped, I didn't even really notice right away. The pain had turned into one really big stingy ache, regardless how how many times she spanked. She set the spoon down on my desk beside me.
"Get into bed and stay there. And be ready to go tomorrow morning" Ruth said coldly. I didn't respond, I was crying too hard. Without a hug, a kind word of forgiveness, or a loving caress, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.