Gravity Falls Spanking stories

Mabel and Stan

"Mabel, are you alright?" Dipper asked absloutly puzzled by Mabel's behavior. Last night she came home and seemed a bit dizzy and out of it. He assumed that Mabel was just very tired and needed to go to bed. He simply led her up the stairs, took her to their room and put her to bed. Getting her up the stairs was the hardest thing. She must've been so dizzy that she couldn't hold her own damn weight. Dipper had to basically carry her up the stairs. Now that morning has arrived she complained about having a migraine and was starting to vomit of the floor. "I am going to get Stan or Ford. Obviously you aren't feeling too good." Dipper said and jumped to his feet and ran out of the room. Mabel barely had any membory of last night's events. All she remembered is hanging out with Candy and Grenda at Candy's house and got into a storage of wine that Candy's mother drinks when she gets to stressed. Sure theh were old enough to know what the bottle contained and the contents were not healthy to a young teen's body but curosity got the better of them. They orginally ment to only take a single drink of the subtance but something made them keep drinking it. Passing it to each other after taking a drink. Mabel wasn't sure how many bottles they drank. Three? Maybe four? Who was counting? All she knew was that Candy's mom was going to notice the dissapperance of her wine. If she hasn't already. She just hoped that her uncles wouldn't smell anything from her breath. Dipper seemed oblvious to the signs but her uncles would be a diffrent story. Expecially if it was Stan. Mabel knew Stan had plenty of hangovers in his life. Most likely in his younger years and Ford more than likely had his fair share of hangovers. She heard hangovers were awful and painful but those two words seemed like a understatement to her. Meanwhile downstairs Dipper entered the kitchen to see Stan with his back turned talking on the phone. "What the hell were they thinking? I never would've thought my great neice would do such a thing. I thought she was smarter than that. Don't worry Ms.Chiu. I will be sure to deal with Mabel's behavior after she recovers." Stan said and hanged up the phone. Stan turned around to see Dipper standing there causing him to jump. "oh jesus kid! Be careful. I am getting far too old to be getting frightened like this!" Stan yelled in complete shock and surpise. "Sorry grunkle Stan. I didn't mean to scare you. I just came down here because I think Mabel's sick. She puked on the floor." Dipper said stating his purpose for standing where he is. "Oh She ain't the type of sick you're probley thinking of. She ain't got no virus in her system unless it's a virus of stupidity. I am very aware of Mabel's 'illness' boy. It will probley pass in a few hours or so than I will beat her ass." Stan said angerly. "What did Mabel do to warrent her a butt busting?" Dipper questioned. "Your sister did the lowest thing any kid of your age could do. She fucking got into wine that belonged to Candy's mother last night with her friends. I trusted Candy and Grenda would be good kids and keep Mabel on the right path. But they're not the ones I am angry with. I am angry with your sister. Thought she was smarter than to do that." Stan expressed. Dipper knew Stan was furious. He just cursed in front of him twice which is unlike him. "Mabel drank wine? Never thought of her doing that."Dipper said. "Me nethier kid. I am wondering where my beautiful and smart great-neice went." Stan said sadly. Looking pulling out a chair and sitting on it. "She is still there grunkle Stan. You didn't lose her. Mabel is just taking our parent's dissapperence tougher than I am." Dipper informed. "Mmm... That maybe the case kid but that doesn't get Mabel's ass out of a tanning that she very well deserves. If your grunkle Ford and I did that our father would make sure we couldn't sit down for months. Might even rekindle the pain from time to time." Stan said. "Are you talking about dad again?" Ford said walking into the kitchen. "Yep. I was just telling Dipper what our father would do to us if we ever did what Mabel had done last night." Stan explained. "And what did she do?" Ford asked has he opened a can of Pitt-Cola. "She got into wine that belonged to Candy's mom." Stan grumbled. Ford nearly got strangled on his soda when he heard Mabel's offence. "What?!" Ford yelled and slammed the can of soda on the counter causing some the fly out of the can onto the table. "Careful there poindexter. I am just as surpised and angry as you are but you don't see me slamming things on the table." Stan complained. "Shut up Stanley!" Ford yelled. "Shut your yaps or I am gonna tan the seat of your pants right here in front of Dipper." Stan threatened.  "Whatever you say Stanley." Ford sassed. Stan decided to ignore the sassy remark from his brother. "I would absloutly hate to do this to my sweet neice but I think she needs to get the taste of the belt across her bare bottom." Stan said shaking his head slightly. " Are you sure about that Stanley? I thought we agreed to never use objects on the kids' bare bottoms." Ford asked. "Yes we did agree on that but underage drinking crosses the line. Besides' We had the belt used on our bare butts plenty of times when we were kids and we are alright. Plus, you know I would never go as hard as dad did." Stan explained. Ford didn't respond. He just noticed the look of fear on Dipper's face. "What's the matter buddy?" Ford asked. Stan looked at his nephew and seen the same look of fear that Ford was seeing. Dipper didn't answer. He was scared of his sister getting a strapping on the bare bottom bur how could he tell his uncles that. "C'mere buddy." Ford said crouching down and holding his arms out. Dipper ran up into his uncle's loving embrace. "Can you tell grunkle Stan and I what is scaring you so much?" Ford asked. Dipper shook his head. "Why not? We won't get mad. Is it about what grunkle Stan said he was gonna do to Mabel?" Ford asked sweetly. "Dipper slightly nodded. "Buddy. He isn't gonna hurt her to much. Besides if he does go to far grunkle Stan will be getting his bottom warmed too." Ford explained. "Yeah bud. I'm not gonna hurt her to much. I might leave welts but I wouldn't bruise her or break the skin." Stan said. "Anyway I am gonna go upstairs and give Mabel some water and pain killers and clean up her vomit." Stan said and left the room. Upstairs Mabel laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking intensely of last night. Trying to piece together the events that led to her brutal hangover. She heard the stairs creaking and stomps heading up to the attic. It had to be one of her uncles. Did her uncles know what she did last night? Did Dipper know? Her head kept pounding and the light from the sun shining through the triangle shaped window didn't help matters. Lucky for her the glass of the window was stained orange so the sunlight gave of a orange light which was less painful to look at than it would be if the window had regular glass. The footsteps were really close to the door. She rolled over and pretended to sleep hoping which uncle it was would be fooled. If they didn't know she could just say that she was sick. However, if they knew there was no way in hell that she could get away with. Even if they didn't know it was still a possibility that they would smell her breath. She heard the door open and heavy footsteps go towards her bed. She tried her absolute hardest to stay still and slow her breathing. "Mabel, I know you're awake. Face me young lady." She heard Stan say in a slightly stern voice. With that she knew that she was in trouble. She sighed and turned over to see her uncle looming over her bed which was a little intimidating to her. "So Candy's mom called me not to long ago. Told me some interesting news about what you and your friends did. Do you have any idea on what she told me?" Mabel knew she was truly fucked. How did she forget that her uncles had the numbers for her friends' parents. Even their parents had the number for her uncles. Was this the 1990s or something. Back when everybody knew each other and parents had phone numbers for the parents of a kid's friend. Sure it was a small town and it would be impossible to live in the town and have no knowledge of who everyone is. It was even harder for you not to know everyone when you live with a man who was previously the owner of the Mystery Shack. Every time she is in town the residents always ask her if the Mystery Shack will ever open again and she always has to break their hopes when she tells them the Mystery Shack will never exist again. However She thought that her uncles going as far as having phone numbers to every place they might be is  obessive. It could be the arcade, the laser tag place, the diner,, heck even the number to the owner of the dump as Dipper tends to go there to talk to old man McGucket. She knows her uncles mean well but they really need to chill. "Well Mabel Pines, are you going to answer? Come on! Admit to your actions last night. Don't even think about trying to lie. I don't think Ms. Chiu would lie to me about such a thing. Besides I can smell it on your breath so no use of hiding it." Stan explained. "Fine. Candy, Grenda, and I drank wine. Now I have a hangover." Mabel confessed. "How much did ya drink?" Stan pushed on. "At least three whole bottles if not more. I don't remember." Mabel answered. "I will deal with you once your hangover clears up. Hopefully it will clear up in a few hours. It depends on how much you drank but someone your size it should take much to get ya drunk." Stan said. He then handed her a cup of water and a pain pill. "Take this. It should help with your headache." Stan offered. Mabel took the water and gulped the water down making sure the pill is swallowed with the first gulp. "Slow down kid. We can't have ya throwing up again." Stan warned. Mabel slowed down. "Now I am gonna clean up your vomit and you just rest up here. Here, I will put a blanket over the window so the light won't bother ya." Stan said hooking a blanket over the window. It was completely dark and it did help the headache quite a bit. Stan cleaned up the floor and left the room. Mabel sure hoped her hangover will only last a few hours. Even though she knew she was in serious trouble when she was done with the pounding headache. She decided to go back to sleep. Eventually her brother had woke her up. "Hey Mabes. Are you feeling okay?" Dipper asked sweetly. Mabel realized that she felt back to normal. Her headache was gone and the room wasn't spinning. "I'm much better. What time is it?" Mabel asked. She felt like she slept for an entirety. She could see the sun was still out through the crack between the blanket and wall. "It's 4:39. You slept for a really long time. Anyway here is a glass of water. Grunkle Stan says that you need to stay hydrated." Dipper said handing Mabel the glass of water. She sits up and takes the glass. After a few gulps she lowers the glass down from her lips. "Mabel, why would you ever drink? You know that could be damaging to your health. You are far too young." Dipper asked. "I've gotten a bit too hyped up and did a compulsive thing. Should've knew better." Mabel said. "Yeah. You should've. Stan said he was gonna punish you like he was punished as a kid. Meaning of which a belt to the bare bottom." Dipper spoke quietly. Almost in a whisper. "What? But that's never happened to us before. I thought they agreed to never us an object while spanking us bare. Does grunkle Ford know about this plan?" Mabel asked. "Yes grunkle Ford knows about it. He was there when Stan said he was gonna do that. The only reason why he is gonna spank you like that is because what you did was serious." Dipper answered. "Please don't panic. You will be okay. Be brave for me. Okay Mabes?" Dipper said sweetly hugging his sister. Mabel hugged him back. "Now let's go down stairs. I am pretty sure you want to get your strapping over with. Hopefully he doesn't take you to the police station." Dipper said grabbing his sister's wrist and pulling her out of their room. "Now go down those Stairs and go find grunkle Stan. March!" Dipper said sternly smacking Mabel's butt hard. "Ouch!" Mabel yelped. She looked at her brother. Her brother had a hardened look on his face. Dipper pointed to the stairs. Mabel nodded and went down the stairs rubbing the area Dipper had smacked. She reached the end of the stair case to realize that it was completly silent other that the distant volume of the tv in the living room. She wasn't to sure where any of her uncles were at. She figured she would try the living room since the only noise was coming from there. She made it to the living room to see Ford watching some type of weird documentry. Probley to do with his science or paranormal interest. At first it seemed like Ford was completly unaware that his great neice was standing in the room with him. Then finally he looked up. "Oh hey Mabel. Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?" Ford asked more of a command and not giving her an option. Mabel hesatated. Ford seeming to notice her drifting into her anxiety he said "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not gonna be the one to whip you. Grunkle Stan is the one you need to worry about." Ford said then beckoning her towards him while waving his hand towards him telling her to approch. Mabel obeyed and walked toward him "Mabel, why would you do such a thing as underage drinking? I know you are having a tough time in your life. Almost 14 years old and not having your parents in your life and having to take depression medication but there is no reason to drink." Ford started to lecture. "But grunkle Ford, it wasn't because I was having a tough time. My friends and I just got a little crazy. Candy's mother had left us alone at the house for a few hours at night. We had the whole house to ourselves. What did you expect?" Mabel explained. "You three were alone? Where did Ms. Chiu go to and where was Mr. Chiu at?" Ford asked really puzzled on why three 13 year old girls would be left alone. "Ms. Chiu went to help some friends out of this town and Mr. Chiu is currently out of state working and won't be back till November and Candy is the only child." Mabel informed. "Okay but I don't think it was a good idea to leave kids your age alone at night but that doesn't change that you three are old enough to know to not even take a sip of any alcoholic drinks. You are 13, almost 14. I was hoping you would have enough sense to stay away from alcohol till you were of legal age. Anyway grunkle Stan is waiting for you in his room. Please behave." Ford said rubbing Mabel's back trying to comfort her. "I will grunkle Ford but is it true that grunkle Stan is gonna use the belt on my bare bottom?" Mabel asked. Ford shook his head. "He was going to but I talked him out of it. Although you will be getting the belt, you won't be bare. Okay? Calm down." Ford said. "Thank you for changing his mind." Mabel said hugging Ford. "You're welcome sweetheart. Now go to grunkle Stan." Ford ordered. "Yes grunkle Ford.." Mabel replied and gone to Stan's room. She stood at the wooden door that was separating the hallway and Stan's room. She couldn't hear anything through the door other than some quiet breathing. She gathered up all courage as she possibly could. She opened the door and as soon as she saw Stan raise his head from a newspaper all the courage she had gathered drained from her. Fear taking it's place. She wasn't having a panic attack. It was just a feeling of doom that rested in her belly and gripped her chest. "Oh, Mabel you're here. Feeling better?" Stan asked referring to the hangover. "Yeah the headache is gone and the room doesn't seem to be floating away." Mabel answered. "That's good. Come here. I want to have a talk before we move on to punishment." Stan ordered. He wasn't speaking very stern. She couldn't hear any sense of sternness in his voice. Mabel went up to him. Stan patted the spot of the bed beside him and Mabel sat down. "Now I want to here everything that led up to you and your friends drinking." Stan said. Mabel had gained more memory of the events before becoming drunk but She couldn't remember anything after she started feeling the buzz. "Well Candy's mom had to go outside of town to help some friends with something. I am not sure how long she was gone but it had to be at the very least an hour. We were just hanging out in Candy's room reading Magazines when at some point we got into a conversation about alcohol. I don't really remember what brought it up but we started to wonder what it tasted like. Candy told us about her mom's secret stash of wine. Which was supposed to be a secret from Candy but I guess she found it at some point. We only meant to take two drinks of it. It would've been one but we heard that the first drink is always bad. I don't know what led us to drinking three or four whole bottles but something did." Mabel explained. "Did you three even think of not doing it in the first place?" Stan asked trying to get as much information as possible. "I don't think any of us did and if we did I don't remember it." Mabel answered truthfully. "One more question. I didn't know that you were here till I got that call this morning. I know that Ms. Chiu dropped you of here and made sure you gone into the house but I am puzzled by how you managed to get up the stairs without falling down them." Stan said. "I sort of remember Dipper leading me up the stairs but that is still a bit fuzzy." Mabel answered. "I don't know why Dipper was out of bed. Both Ford and I were asleep. Wonder if he needed a drink of water or needed to use the bathroom but luckily he was there to help you upstairs. Otherwise you might've fell down the stairs and busted your head open." Stan said. Mabel only nodded in response. "Mabel, you know the alcohol can be very damaging to your body. It can be damaging to any person's body if too much is drunk but it is especially dangerous to somebody your age. There are legal age limits on that for a reason. Even though Ms. Chiu should keep her wine in a locked case that doesn't change the fact that you should have the knowledge to not even take a sip of it. I am not too concerned as it was wine so it wasn't anything with a high alcohol content but it's hard to tell how much alcohol you had in your system with it being more than one bottle and you aren't even sure how many bottles you drank. I will have to ask Ms. Chiu if she knows exactly how many bottles you girls drank. I still am in shock of how you could do something so stupid. You are making very bad choices Mabel. What will your parents think once they are found?" Stan said being careful to not use the word 'if' when talking about the twins' parents. Mabel felt a hint of anger rise up in her but she was careful to keep her voice down as to not get her into anymore trouble than she already is. "It's going to be a year very soon of my parents' disappearance. They aren't going to be found at this point. At least not alive anyway. The investigators have yet to find any trace that could lead to their location. No piece of clothing, no wallet, no phone. no car and no body. Dipper and I are not much help as we didn't even know where they were going to. They aren't going to find them grunkle Stan. Saying 'when' is just wishing for some miracle to happen. Miracles don't happen." Mabel said trying to remain calm. "Mabel, no matter how many years pass you can't say they will never find them. I'm sure something will come up eventually. It could be in a month or three years from now but you have to remain hopeful. Also Gideon isn't in Gravity Falls anymore so that's a miracle in my book." Stan joked trying to distract Mabel from her parents. Do you honestly still hate Gideon even after that end of the world junk?" Mabel asked in disbelief. "Eh... It's complicated. Sure he did help Dipper get into that weird fantasy world Bill trapped you in but he did make me lose the house temporarily. Made me worried I was never gonna get my brother and your great uncle back. So there is still some hard feelings there." Stan admitted. "Yeah. Also that fantasy world was very weird when I think back to that. The bright colors were overbearing and also I don't know what I liked about Dippy Fresh. Not only the way he acted makes me cringe but even his name makes me cringe." Mabel said thinking about Dippy fresh's style of clothing and his behavior. She maybe was just 13 but she was already wondering what was wrong with her 12 year old self. "Dippy who?" Stan asked completely baffled on who this character Mabel was rambling about was. "It's best if you don't know about him. Plus he died along with those colorful dream boys so he's irrelevant now." Mabel said dismissively. "Child, your starting not speak my language anymore. Dream boys? This Dippy what's his face character? What on Earth are you talking about?" Stan asked becoming more confused than he already was. "About something that isn't on Earth. It was simply a product of my 12 year old mind that Bill used to create my prison world. So it isn't important anymore. Those characters are dead and gone. Kind of like my parents." Mabel answered. "Hey watch it young lady. Don't talk about your parents like that." Stan warned. Mabel fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Sorry grunkle Stan." Mabel apologized. "It's okay. Now I want you to bend over the bed. Shorts down and skirt up." Stan ordered moving back to discipline. Mabel actually forgot she was in trouble for a moment. What did she do again? She racked her brain till the memories of her crazy night came back. Now she remembered why she's in trouble. Mabel followed Stan's instructions. She rested her elbows on the bed. Keeping her head up. She heard the dreaded sound of Stan bring a belt out of the closet. She didn't look back. No way in hell was she looking back. She felt more comfortable not seeing the belt Stan would be using on her. She kept looking at the wall in front of her. She heard the buckle of the belt and froze up for a few secounds. "Okay Mabel. I am going to start. If you behave during this then it won't last long." Stan said. "Yes grunkle Stan." Mabel replied. She waited for what seemed like the longest time when in reality it was only a minute. She felt the searing pain from the first swat on her bottom. It hurt but her reaction to was more out of surpise than pain. Another and Mabel was already holding a death grip on Stan's bed sheets.Five more smacks landed and Mabel started mentally cursing herself. Where the hell was her brain last night? Who brought up that idea first? She couldn't remember but she hoped they would be thrown into the pits of hell and fed to the demons. That is if there was a hell which she knew the closest place to a hell existing was the earth's core but she guessed that would be enough to get her revenge. 10 more swats were deliverd to Mabel's bottom and she was unsure on how many she could handle. After 5 more smacks were layed down Stan dropped the belt on the floor. Mabel could barely hold the flood of tears that threatened to spill over. "Hey sweetheart? Are you okay? Stan asked playing with Mabel's hair. Mabel stood up and shook her head with a few tears the escaped her clutches. "Aww. Come here honey." Stan said and held his arms out. Mabel pulled up her shorts hissing slightly when they made contact with her sore bottom and then ran into Stan's hug. Stan sat Mabel in his lap trying is best to avoid his great neice's freshley punished bottom. " I'm sorry sweetie but I had to do that. You left me no other choice." Stan apologized before landing a kiss on Mabel's head. "I'm sorry too grunkle Stan. You aren't going to take me to the poice are you?" Mabel asked. Stan appered to be in thought for a minute but then shook his head. "I will let you off with a warning this time but hear me out young lady, if you ever take on sip of an alchoalic drink underage again, I will take you straight to the police station and let them deal with you. Might have to stay in a jail cell for a couple of days if you're unlucky and I don't want that. I much rather have you home where I know you're safe than in a jail cell." Stan warned "I don't want to have to stay in a cell." Mabel said hugging Stan tightly."Then I suggest you don't drink underage ever again. I have been in plenty of jail cells before as you know and I know you hated spending a few hours in the jail cell that one family bonding day. Just imagine having to stay in there for a couple of days alone. Where at night everything is pitch black and you have no idea who is in the cells next to you." Stan said trying to scare Mabel. "No grunkle Stan. I don't want that. Please your making me go into a panic attack." Mabel whined while trying her absloute best to fight a panic attack. "Shh. Calm down honey. You're okay. You're home, safe and sound. Focus on you breathing." Stan comforted. Mabel took a deep breath and then another and another. "There you go keep taking deep breaths." Stan instructed. Within two more minutes of deep breathing Mabel was completly calmed down. "Are you better now?" Stan asked running his fingers through Mabel's long brown hair. "Yeah. I'm better. Sorry I had a panicked on you." Mabel apolgized. "Hush up sweetie. There is no need to apologize for having a panic attack." Stan said shaking his head. Mabel nodded slightly. "Grunkle Stan were you really going to use the belt on my bare bottom?"Mabel questioned. Stan frowned at the question. "I was only for a little bit. I was far too mad to think stright. I'm sorry. I love you very much and I promise I will never use an object on your bare bum or your brother's." Stan answered. "It's okay. I'm not mad. I love you grukle Stan." Mabel saud sweetly giving Stan a hug. "I love you to sweetie. Anyway. You need to go brush your teeth and make sure you get your tounge. I still smell alcohol on you breath and we are going to go out to eat somewhere in the next town over that Ford was going on about." Stan said. "Okay I will go brush my teeth.Bye. "Mabel hopped if Stan's lap and ran towards the door. "Bye." Stan said back before Mabel ran out of the room. Stan went to talk to Ford. "I swear the kids are giving me white hairs." Stan said combing his hair with his fingers. Ford laughed. "Same here but what did you expect. They're trouble teenagers. But I kniw something we both agree on. They may keep us on our toes but no matter how much they get in trouble we will always love them and they will always love us." Ford spoke. "Yeah. I agree but these kids need to stop worrying me." Stan complained. "I'm afraid you will always worry about them. I do but you will get used to it." Ford informs. "I hope so." Stan huffed.