Greasers Chapter Three

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"Ponyboy, Soda, come set the table." Darry called from the kitchen.

We set the table and sat down to eat. Darry served us our food and Soda ate hastily, but I was too nervous to have much of an appetite.

"Pony, stop playing with your food. Eat." Darry ordered, so I sighed and ate one singular noodle.

"Ponyboy, stop it. Don't be like that." Soda warned, kicking me under the table. He gave me a look, so I sat up in my seat and ate one more singular noodle. Darry glared at me.

"Ponyboy Micheal, I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but it better go away soon or this is not gonna be a fun two weeks for you." He scolded. I blushed at my full name and began to eat normally. "Good boy."

After dinner was over, I did the dishes to get back on Darry's good side and went back out to the living room.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed." I said, but Darry gave me a comical look.

"Yeah, right. Go wait in your room. I'll be in there in a minute." He said. I sighed defeatedly and trudged back into my room. I sat on bed and put my ear to the wall to listen to my brother's conversation.

"Dar, don't go too hard on him. He's just a little guy." Soda sighed.

"If you had done it, I would've done the exact same thing. Actually, I think you did something pretty similar once. Remember that?"

"Yeah..." Soda muttered. "But, still, Darry. He's sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his friends."

"Sodapop, don't tell me what to do." Darry said in the conversation ending voice he uses when he's frustrated. I sighed with disappointment. Seriously, Soda, you had to make him upset?

A few seconds later I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall and a knock on the door.

"Come in." I sighed, laying back on the bed.

Darry walked in and sat down beside me. "Pony, get up." He told me. I slowly did so and pouted at him with puppy dog eyes. "Oh, don't give me that." 

"Darry, please don't. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I've learned my lesson. I think being grounded for two weeks is enough." I pleaded. He chuckled.

"Hell no, Pony. I'm sorry, and I don't want to do this, but spanking you seems to be the only way to get you to learn." He ruffled my hair, and I pulled away from him.

"If you don't want to, then don't do it! It's that easy, Dar." I debated whinily, trying to hold back tears. I did not want a spanking.

"Ponyboy, stop." He ordered. I was going to say something, but I closed my mouth. I definitely didn't want to make things worse. "Let's just get this over with. Stand up."

"Darry, please, don't." I pleaded, but stood up in front of him obediently.

"Drop your pants." He told me. I stepped away from him. "Listen to me, Ponyboy. This is going to happen one way or another. You decide if we do it the easy way or the hard way. What's it gonna be?"

I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them. I felt like a toddler, and I hated it.

"Good boy." He said, grabbing my arm and flipping me over his lap. I blushed like mad as he rested his hand on my ass.

"Darry, please don't do this." I pleaded once more, looking up at him. I was trying very hard not to cry, but it didn't seem to be working very well.

"You know the rules, Ponyboy. Stay still." He sounded really tired, and a wave of guilt rushed over me. Quickly, he snaked his arm around my waist and put his right leg over mine. "Ready?" He asked. I shook my head and let out a sob. "Too bad." He chuckled, and started a steady rhythm of spanks.

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