Strength And Stability

The After Party

Kendall POV
I woke up and immediately regretted it. Apparently drunk and high me slept in Desi's room last night, as she snored behind me peacefully but loudly. My head pounded inside my skull and I felt nauseas. Ugh. Why did I drink?

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.

"F*ck." I said holding my head in my hands.

"Glad you're awake." Someone said from my bench at

I jumped about a foot in the air. "F*CKING SH*T!"

Paul was sitting in Desi's side chair by the bed, leaned back with his muscular arms crossed. "You better watch your mouth before I start beating your ass now instead of later Desiree. Do you remember what you did last night?"

"Uhhh, actually no." I said truthfully.

I felt a wave of nausea hit me and I ran to Desi's bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach into the bowl. Paul nicely held my hair back as I puked two more times. How embarrassing. I speed brushed my teeth and went back to the room, sitting on the bed holding my knees to my chest. Desi was sitting up, eyeing Paul.

He sat down again. "You threw a party, with alcohol, allowed drugs, got high and drunk yourselves, woke up neighbors, trashed the house. Now please tell me. What the f*ck were you thinking?"

We were silent for a good 10 seconds until Desi spoke up.

"We wanted to loosen up I guess. And we had the opportunity so why not have a party? It just got a little out of hand."

He looked furious.

"A LITTLE OUT OF HAND?"

He nearly dragged us out of bed, walking us out of the room. "Let's go downstairs and see if it got just 'a little out of hand', Desirée. Let's see."  As I walked into the living room, my heart sank. There was bottles and trash everywhere, and leftover food. It looked horrible.

"Now tell me what your dad would think." I felt myself paling. What would Dad think. Think? More like what would Dad DO.

I felt panic. "Please please please I'm begging you Paul! Don't tell Dad! Please you don't understand!"

"I do understand Kendall. And I know what he would do. But seeing how I was a teenager once and I know teenagers make mistakes, even though this is bigger than a little mistake, I won't tell him." He said calmly.

I breathed the biggest sigh of relief in my life, but then paused. "What's the catch?" I said suspiciously.

He looked at me, piercing me with his unnaturally blue eyes. "I am going to spank the living f*ck out of both you. And I'll be staying here until your dad gets back. Oh and... You're cleaning this house up."

I groaned. "Great."

He raised his eyebrows. "Or I could tell your dad, completely abolish his trust in you, and have him do the punishments, but knowing him he would give you about two weeks of reminder spankings. And would probably take away your electronics forever, and homeschool you. Is that what you would like?"

"No." He looked pointedly at me until I said, "Sir."

"Okay let's get this over with. Oh by the way, how did you get alcohol?"

"Um.. We bought it at the store."

"Hand over the fake ID." He said, sticking out his hand.

I grumbled silently but rummaged through my purse, pulled it out and handed it to him.