Greasers

Greasers Chapter Thirteen

I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter! There will be non-sexual spanking of a minor :) Sorry for the late updates! I'm trying my best! Enjoy!!

I walked out of the house and let the sun hit my face. It felt so warm and sunny, and it made me remember how long it had been since I had been outside. I strolled idly around the corner and felt glad.

I walked with my hands in my pockets, paying no attention to the cars passing by. I walked past the houses, and looked at all of the pretty flowers outside and how gorgeous everything was. I can't believe I hadn't taken advantage of this before.

But, as I walked, I heard the sound of construction drawing nearer. I figured they were just building a new gas station or something, so I ignored it. But, I suddenly recognized a familiar face that quickly turned from happy to angry.

I gulped and turned and sprinted as my older brother climbed down the ladder and chased after me. Although I was in track and was very fast, Darry was bigger and taller so he caught up to me in no time.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, you're in deep shit." Darry growled, grabbing onto my arm harshly as I was still trying to run away. "I told my boss I would be off for the rest of the day when I saw you 'cuz I have some business to deal with."

I drooped my head as he dragged me to his truck, openly disciplining me to the whole world. I blushed and tried to hide my face so maybe no one would recognize me, but Darry just scoffed at me.

"Hidin'? Really, Ponyboy?" He sighed, practically throwing me into the passenger seat of the truck and driving home.

It was completely silent the whole drive home apart from Darry's heavy breathing. I gulped when I looked over at him, seeing that he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

When we got home, I unbuckled and Darry dragged me out of the car and to my bedroom. He took a deep breath and immediately pulled me over his knee, swatting around ten times before pausing.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, what the hell were you thinkin'? You've already been in trouble all week, and you keep makin' it worse for yourself." Darry lectured, and I hung my head.

"I was bored. I'd finished my chores." I muttered.

"That doesn't mean you can deliberately disobey me, young man." I winced as he swatted me a couple of times. "You know you're grounded, and you know that you can't leave without my permission ever. Why did you think that would change?"

I shrugged and sighed. "I was just bored, Darry."

"I understand that, but it doesn't make it okay." He sighed, realizing that he wasn't getting through to me. I stiffened as I anticipated the next spank, and finally he brought down his heavy hand again. I yelped and curled my toes, but Darry continued.

After a while, he pulled down my jeans and boxers to reveal my pink bottom. I blushed and grabbed onto his leg.

"'m sorry, Darry. I really am." I pleaded.

"I know." He responded, bringing down another round of spanks. I started crying as my poor ass received it's punishment, and I could tell Darry was softening up a bit. He didn't let up though, as halfway through he told me to go get the hair brush.

"Darry, please don't make me." I whined, trying to rub some of the sting out of my ass as I stood in front of him.

"Ponyboy, it's either that or my belt. You choose." He raised an eyebrow, and I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the wooden paddle brush we kept under the sink. My stomach dropped just looking at it, but I reluctantly brought it to Darry. "Good." He praised, as he took the hairbrush and flipped me back over his lap.

"I've learned my lesson, Dar, you don't have to do this." I begged, but Darry just rolled his eyes and brought down the hair brush. I winced as it made contact with a loud smack.

"You. Will. Not. Disobey. Me. Again." Darry scolded, enunciating each word with a spank. I started sobbing and hiccupping by then, but Darry didn't let up. He was going much longer this time, and I could tell.

"I'm sorry, Darry, please stop." I whined, gripping onto the bed.

"This seems to be the only way I can get through that goddamn stubborn head." He sighed, not letting up. "And I guess I gotta go harder this time 'cuz you ain't listenin' to me or Soda."

I sighed and sniffled some more as my body went limp, accepting the embarrassment of the spanking.

"We're almost done, kiddo." Darry said, lifting up his leg so my bright red ass was sticking straight up in the air.

"Darry please don't." I begged, but he didn't listen. I yelped and cried as he spanked my sit spots, and I felt like I was being tortured.

Finally, we were done.

Darry helped me up off of his lap and carefully pulled me onto his lap.

"I'm so sorry Darry." I cried, completely melting into him.

"It's okay, Pones. It's over. You're forgiven." Darry said gently. But then added a "You're still grounded, though. Even more."

I groaned, but nodded. I was exhausted, and I really didn't feel like fighting anymore. Darry was obviously very tired, too, so he lied back and held me to his chest. We dozed off like that, with me on my stomach, of course.