Tuesday, May 15, 2012

SAMCRO- Part 1

*based on Sons of Anarchy...I don't own it nor am I affiliated with it. “You son of a bitch, get your hands off my sister,” Jax Teller said, pointing his gun at the messenger, a 30-something year old Mexican wearing a Mayan cut, holding Jax’s fourteen year old sister Emily with one arm and pointing his own gun back at Jax. “Jax, help!” Emily cried, tears rolling down her face, and visibly shaking. “She’s FOURTEEN!” Jax yelled. “Listen to me, and nobody gets hurt. We found your slut of a sister making out with my brother in the back of the clubhouse. I’m not gonna hurt her…this time. Either she stays away from Johnny or your guys start dropping like flies. Got it?” “Jesus Christ, Em,” Jax said, pulling her out of the Mayan’s grip and pushing her behind him, through the door of the clubhouse. “It won’t happen again,” Jax assured him. “And if you ever call my sister a slut again, I’ll kill you,” he promised, shutting the door of the clubhouse and turning to face his sister. Emily Morrow stood in front of him, reflecting his own blonde hair and hazel eyes, kind and easy-going demeanor, and intense stubbornness. What she didn’t reflect was his bad-boy persona. She was a straight-A student who would rather spend her time reading than doing anything else. She didn’t want to grow up to be some biker’s old lady, and she couldn’t wait to turn eighteen and be out from under the thumb of her parents, Clay Morrow, president of the motorcycle club Sons of Anarchy, and Gemma Teller, his wife. This wasn’t because she didn’t love and respect them, it was because she didn’t love and respect the Sons. She hated the biker gang lifestyle and had always known that it wouldn’t be her future. Unfortunately, she was stuck right in the middle of it for the time being. “What the hell are you doing making out with Johnny, and at the MAYAN CLUBHOUSE?!” Jax demanded. “I really like him,” Emily choked, breaking down in tears. “Come here, sweetheart,” Jax said, pulling Emily into a hug. “It’s okay, you’re fine, nobody’s going to hurt you,” he said soothingly, stroking her hair. After a minute Emily calmed down and he released her, turning around to face a few Sons who came running when they heard the commotion. “Nobody breathes a word about this to Gemma, got it?” Jax warned, knowing she might very well kill Emily if she found out. “We’ve already told you twice to stay away from him” Jax said, turning back to Emily. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” “We like each other!” Emily exclaimed. “He’s the son of the Mayan’s president and you’re Clay’s daughter! You KNOW you can’t date him! Jesus Emily, when are you gonna learn that when it comes to club business, you DO AS YOU’RE TOLD?” he yelled. “We’re in love Jax!” she fired back. “Love? You’re fourteen! You don’t even know what love is! And if you are in love with him, you better get over it fast before one of these guys ends up dead….your FAMILY,” he stressed turning around and pointing to the guys standing, watching the situation unravel. “Which one should it be, huh? Opie? Piney? Tigs? What if they went after Tara instead? Is that what you want?” “No,” she whispered. She did love them all, they were her family. “That’s what I thought,” Jax said, pulling her in to lean on him. “But I love him,” she said, and started crying fresh tears. “Teenagers,” Tig mumbled, walking away. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jax said, rubbing her arm. “Will you stay away from him? Promise me.” “I will, but I won’t be happy about it,” she grumbled. “That’s my girl,” he said. “And remember,” turning to the guys, “nobody tells Gemma and Clay anything about this.” They all nodded in agreement. Emily was like a daughter to half of them and a little sister to the other half. They lived to protect her and they all knew that the wrath of Gemma Teller could be a scary thing. “Too late,” Gemma said, walking into the room from the back. “Jax’s room, NOW,” she said, pointing at Emily. “Jax,” Emily whispered desperately to her brother, her eyes widening in fear. “Mom, let’s just talk about this,” Jax said, guessing that his little sister was in for a beating. “You stay out of this, Jackson” she snapped, grasping Emily tightly by her upper arm and marching her down the hallway and into Jax’s room. The Sons stood and watched the fading image of Gemma, a tall, thin woman in her early fifties wearing tight jeans, sexy heels, a black shirt and a leather jacket. Only one word could describe Gemma Teller: hot. Being dragged along with her, Emily, dressed much differently than her mother: black Capri tights, a flowing flowery tank top and a white cardigan, paired with delicate flip flops. Where Gemma wore a generous amount of make-up and had her dark hair highlighted and styled in a sexy half pony-tail, Emily wore none and her soft, light blonde hair was curled and held back with a black hair band. “Shit,” Jax mumbled, taking out a cigarette. As much as he wanted to protect Emily, he respected Gemma to the point that he wouldn’t interfere. He knew his mother wouldn’t endanger Emily in any way. She’d be spanked, just like he was growing up, and true, she did deserve it this time. He still hated to see her hurting. Gemma pushed Emily into Jax’s room and slammed the door. “Did they hurt you?” she asked. Emily shook her head. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” “I love him,” she said through her sobs. “God damn it Emily, I don’t care if you love him or not. Have you not lived through enough bloodshed to know what happens in situations like this? That brother of yours out there, who adores you so much…he’s the one this is all gonna come down on. Do you want that?!” “I’m sorry Mom, I don’t want anything to happen to anyone, especially not Jax, but what does it matter if I go out with Johnny? He doesn’t want to be in the club!” “Did you not learn anything from that whippin’ your Daddy gave you the last time you did this?” Emily looked at the floor. “Seriously Emily, this isn’t a joke. This is the kinda shit that gets our guys killed. Not to mention what they’d do to you. I refuse to let my only daughter get killed over some damn teenage love affair. After everything we’ve done to protect this family, you go and do something so stupid!” “I’m sorry, but I won’t stop seeing him,” Emily said. Very few people in this world are brave enough to stand up to Gemma Teller, and unfortunately for Emily, she’s one of them. Gemma stared at her daughter for a long minute, her eyes shooting daggers at Emily. If looks could kill, she’d be dead for sure. Gemma and Emily generally had a great relationship…until Emily did something that endangered her own life, or the life of her family, which she was doing now, and Gemma was determined to make sure Emily knew that this was a “my way or the highway” type of situation. Gemma stepped forward and slapped Emily across the face. Emily gasped, immediately bringing her right hand up to comfort her cheek, tears streaming down her face. “You listen to me little lady, and listen good,” Gemma said, pointing a finger at Emily and staring into her eyes. “You will do as I say, and that’s that. If you so much as look at that boy again, I’ll make your life a living Hell,” she threatened harshly. “ If I have to make you miserable to keep you alive, then that’s what I’ll do. I love you Em, and your safety is my number one priority. Dad, Jax and I know what’s best and you need to listen to us,” she explained, her tone much softer during the second half of her speech. Emily stared back at her mother for a couple minutes, breathing deeply and focusing on not crying. “I’m old enough to make my own decisions, and I’m choosing to go out with Johnny. You can’t do anything about it,” she countered bravely. “Is that right?” Gemma asked. “Yep,” Emily said back, matter-of-factly, shaking only slightly. She had never disobeyed her mother so blatantly before. “I’m gonna show you just how wrong you are,” Gemma said, grabbing Emily and dragging her easily out of Jax’s room and into the main area where everyone was still standing around awkwardly, waiting to make sure Gemma and Emily both came out in one piece. “Hey guys, I want everyone’s attention here, now,” Gemma demanded, standing in the middle of the room, still holding onto Emily who was, at this point, shaken and not sure what her mother was going to do. “My lovely daughter here says she’s old enough to make her own decisions and she’s going to keep seeing Johnny, who, for those of you who didn’t know, is the son of the president of the Mayans. Now, who’s wearing a belt?” she said, looking around the room. “Ope, give me your belt, we have an issue of disobedience to deal with here,” she said. Realizing what was about to happen, Jax stepped forward, gently putting his hand on Gemma’s shoulder. “Mom, don’t do this here. Take Emily home,” he begged. “This has become a club issue, and we’re dealing with this right here, right now,” Gemma said, stepping away from Jax. “Jesus,” Jax said, shaking his head and turning away. “Opie, NOW,” Gemma ordered. Opie looked around awkwardly and reluctantly undid the SAMCRO buckle of his old leather belt and slowly slid it through the loops of his jeans. He held it out to Gemma, who stepped forward, still gripping Emily’s arm, and took it from him. “Thanks,” she said sweetly. Meanwhile, a shaken Emily, who now had a visible red mark forming on her cheek where her mother had slapped her for the first time in her life, started to realize what Gemma was planning. “I’m sorry Mom, I’m sorry, okay? I won’t go out with him, I promise!” she said desperately. “Too late sweetheart,” she said. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell these guys…your family what you just said to me, huh?” she suggested. In response, Emily covered her face and started crying. “She says that she’s old enough to make her own decisions and that she’s going out with Johnny and there’s nothing I can do about it,” she said. “Shit, Emily!” Jax said, sitting down and burying his face in his hands. He knew it was all over now. “I want a patch on her 24/7. I don’t care who, you guys work it out. She goes nowhere near this guy, got it?” Gemma demanded. They all nodded, most looking away or at the floor. They all knew the consequences of Emily and Johnny hanging out together, and they pretty much spelled death to someone. “No, Mom!” “Excuse me?” Gemma asked, raising her eyebrows. “That’s so embarrassing, I don’t need a babysitter!” “Obviously you do! I’ve told you to stay away from this guy so many times, and you promised you would. I don’t think for a second that you’ll stay away from him. This matter isn’t up for discussion, you’ve lost that luxury.” “I’m sorry, I swear I won’t go anywhere near him, I SWEAR! Please don’t do this to me!” Emily begged, her face red both from crying and from absolute humiliation. “You had the choice to either learn this lesson the easy way or the hard way…you chose the hard way. If you go near that boy EVER again, I promise you, this will seem like paradise,” Gemma promised, pulling Emily toward a table in the center of the room. “No, Mom, pleeeaaassseeee! I’m sorry, I’m SO sorry!” Emily pleaded as she was dragged along to the table. “I want you to look at every single one of these guys and tell them you’re sorry for putting their lives in danger,” Gemma demanded, turning Emily around to face the group once again. “I’m sorry!” Emily cried through her deep sobs. The guys nodded and looked at the ground. “Mommy, I’m sorry! Please, please don’t do this!” she begged. “Sorry sister, you’ve earned this one,” she said unsympathetically, turning her daughter around and bending her over the pool table. “Prospects, come hold her,” she ordered. The two prospects reluctantly approached the table. They both gently held Emily down, one of them also taking her hand and squeezing it tightly in support, the other whispering “Sorry honey,” in her ear, rubbing her back for a second. Everyone in the room was deadly silent. All that could be heard was Jax slam the door as he left the clubhouse, the belt buckle rattle as Gemma folded it in half, and Emily crying and pleading with her mother not to do this. Gemma approached Emily, hooked her fingers in Emily’s black tights, and pulled them, along with her light blue panties, down in one swift movement. This elicited a desperate and panicked “noooo!” from Emily. “The next time you even think about going near that boy, you can think about this and I promise you, it’ll happen again and again until you get it through your head to stay away from him. Got it?” Gemma said, pressing down on Emily’s back with her left hand. “I won’t! I promise! Don’t do this!” Emily cried, breathlessly. “You better not,” Gemma warned. Without further conversation, she pressed firmly down on Emily’s back and, with her right hand, whipped Emily with Opie’s belt. The first lash took Emily off guard. The belt burned searing pain into her tender, pale, perfectly rounded petite bottom, a welt raising immediately. Gemma definitely wasn’t holding back. She started at the top of Emily’s bottom and worked her way down to Emily’s upper thighs. That amounted in 6 lashes, and by this point, the prospects were struggling to hold Emily in place. She was wriggling from side to side trying in vain to avoid the punishing leather of the belt, while sobbing and begging her mother to stop. Gemma wasn’t as heartless as she seemed. She was scared to death that something bad would happen to her family as a result of Emily seeing Johnny and was determined to be as scary as she had to be to avoid that. Her main goal here was to scare Emily, not hurt her badly. She knew her husband would take care of that when he got home. She already knew that this wasn’t going to be a long and drawn out belting. She was making a point and embarrassing Emily to the point of making the punishment seem a lot more severe than it actually was, and paired with some intense, but short-lived pain, she didn’t think Emily would be seeing Johnny any time in the future. She repeated the process from the beginning once more, delivering a total of 12 lashes. Emily’s bottom was deep red with a few welts and a bit of bruising coming to the surface. It would be cleared up within a couple of days, and she had certainly felt worse. But the humiliation of everyone watching, and seeing her bare bottom, was so intense that Gemma could have given her 2 smacks and she’d be just as hysterical. “Opie,” Gemma said, holding out his belt. He took it from her, and crossed his arms, looking at the ground. Gemma went to Emily, quickly pulled up her tights, nodded to the prospects, who released her and stepped away, and helped Emily stand up. Emily’s hands immediately started rubbing her bottom furiously as she stared at the ground, mortified. Gemma lifted Emily’s chin with her finger and thumb to force her to look into her eyes. Reluctantly, a red-faced, swollen-eyed Emily looked at her mother as she knew she was expected to. “You WILL do as I say. Got it?” Gemma demanded. Emily nodded her head yes, completely defeated. “Good. Clay will finish this when he gets home.” This promise caused fresh tears to form in Emily’s eyes, and a slight shake to wave through her body. “I’m sorry Mommy,” Emily whispered, sniffling. “I love you baby,” Gemma said, pulling Emily close and holding her for a minute before letting go. “I have some work to finish up, I want you to wait in Jax’s room until I’m done, and then we’ll go home and talk.” Emily nodded and quickly left down the hallway, disappearing into her brother’s room to cry out her pain and embarrassment. “Who’s on her?” Gemma demanded. “I’ve got it!” one of the prospects said, jogging down the hall and sitting outside of Jax’s room, making sure Emily didn’t go anywhere. “Alright…show’s over,” Gemma said, dismissing everyone, and heading towards the office.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow, you are back :)i missed your stories very, very much.
it's nice to meet Emily. and i think it was too harsh to spank her in front of everyone, feel sorry for a kid :(

Anonymous said...

Great! I love your stories. Write more, I'll be here waiting...

Anonymous said...

Wow, your story is great

Anonymous said...

Poor Emily!