REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 7/P. 4: How Can I Trust You?

"Good morning, Shawn!" The same peppy nurse from the day before came skipping into the room with his morning medications.

Shawn groaned in response, as usual.

"Oh, c'mon, this should be routine by now. Don't make me get that grumpy old nurse you love so much," she teased.

"Fine...but then can I get first dibs on the shower?"

"If you hurry! It's 7:30am right now, which means you only have a half an hour, and there are other kids to consider too."

"Yeah, yeah. Just gimme that, then I'll go do my thing." Shawn took the cup of pills and dumped them in his mouth, swallowing them without water.

"Wow. You're talented. You're really getting the hang of this."

"Yeah..."

The nurse rocked on her feet and swung her arms. "Alright, I suppose I'll let you get ready then. Pay attention to the clock."

"Okay, I will." Waiting until the nurse left and shut the door behind her, Shawn shot out of bed and raced into his private bathroom. With his finger, he scooped out the pills that he pocketed in his cheek into the toilet and flushed them. "There." After making sure the evidence had vanished, he gathered a new set of yellow scrubs and a towel and went out into the hall.

Just before he could enter the shower room, Sandy cut him off. "Oh, I didn't see you there, just like I didn't see you in the back of the gym yesterday. Why'd you blow me off like that? Huh?"

Shawn could feel her hot breath on his face as she stared him down. He couldn't help but smirk. "Ya know, you're not that intimidating. Nice try though." He tussled her curly hair with his hand and glided past her into the shower room.

"Nuh uh. Show me some decency, man. At least give me an apology, or better yet, let me have the shower first."

"Who died and made you queen? Get out. It's my turn." Shawn playfully shooed her out, but she didn't find it funny.

"No. I'm serious. You can't just tell a girl you're gonna do something then decide not to do it. What kind of guy are you?"

"A guy who wants to take a shower, preferably a hot one. Is that okay with you?"

Sandy rolled her eyes. "You are so mature, just like the rest of them. I guess I won't tell you my dirty little secrets then. B-bye." She began to saunter out.

Shawn grabbed her hand. "Hold it. But you promised me you would." He puffed out his lower lip, hoping to persuade her.

Sandy tried her best to keep her scowl from turning into a grin. She planted her finger on his chest. "No. That is not how this works. You broke your promise, so why do I have to keep mine?"

Shawn hesitated. "I guess you have a point."

"So? Apologize, and I might just keep my promise."

"You are one smart cookie...Fine. I'm sorry."

"Thank you." She slid her hand across the base of his neck, making his hair stand on end as she began to leave. "Have a nice shower. Hope it's hot."

Shawn shut the door behind him and let out an exhilarated giggle. Yep. It's already plenty hot in here. THAT was hot. She is...wow. Just wow. HOT.

After his shower, Shawn couldn't wait to sit across from her at the breakfast table, but when he sat in his seat, he noticed she wasn't there. He approached Rick to ask about her. "Rick, where did Sandy go? I just saw her a few minutes ago."