Greasers

Greasers Chapter Seven

So sorry for the delay! Things have been insane lately. Enjoy!! This chapter contains nonsexual spanking of a minor!

I plopped down on my bed and pouted. I didn't deserve to be treated like a fucking six year old! I was fifteen! I layed on my back and dozed off. 

When I woke up, I could hear Darry and Soda talking outside of my door. I gulped when a wave of memory flooded over me, and strained to listen.

"Soda, it's between you and Pony. I'm pissed, believe me, but you're old enough to handle this." Darry said. I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't wanna hit him, Dar." Soda whined.

"It's not hitting him. It's discipline. I have plans tonight." Darry said dismissively, leaving a defeated Soda standing in the hallway.

A few moments later, Soda gently knocked on my door.

"Come in." I sighed. He opened the door and sat down beside me. "Please don't spank me." I pleaded.

"Ponyboy, what you did was unacceptable." He scolded, but I could tell I was hitting a soft spot in him. Maybe, just maybe, I could worm my way out of this one.

"I know, Soda, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I've just been so stressed." I sighed.

"That doesn't change anythin'. You're gettin' a spankin', and there's nothin' you can do about it." Soda stated.

I sighed and looked at my feet. I wished I could've been anywhere but that room right then.

"You know the drill. Stand up." He ordered, and I blushed. I reluctantly obeyed, and fidgeted with my hands. "Pants down."

"Soda, please?" I whined. He shook his head, so I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them.

"You can keep your boxers on for now." I gulped. For now?

I walked over to him and sadly draped myself over his lap. This was my least favorite thing in the world. Soda had never spanked me before, but I figured he would go a lot softer than Darry.

I was wrong.

When the first swat landed, I yelped. I didn't expect Soda to be that strong.

He  started a steady rhythm that had me crying quickly. Maybe it was because Soda was normally the one to comfort me, or because he was going a lot quicker than Darry usually does.

"Soda... Stop!!" I cried, trying to kick, but Soda held me in place.

"Stop kickin'." He ordered, and continued.

Finally, he stopped. "Stand up." He ordered. I figured it was over so I sighed. "Lay on the bed." He said.

"What? I-" I started, but Soda cut me off.

"The more you cooperate, the quicker this'll be over." He stood up, and I reluctantly obey. I closed my eyes tight, anticipating his hand, but I heard the jingle of his belt and my heart sank.

"Soda, please don't." I begged, looking back at him.

"I know, Pony. It's almost over." He assured me, folding the belt in half. I started sobbing as he brought the belt down on my behind over and over again.

I was so upset that Soda had done this to me, that when he was finished I stood up and left the room. I hated him for it. He had no fucking right.

A while later, Soda entered the living room with me. His eyes were puffy and red, so I figured he had been crying.

He didn't say anything, he just walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I relaxed into him and we both cried.

"I'm so sorry, Pones." He said between sobs.

"It's okay, Soda." I sighed contently. My ass was sore, but at least my relationship with my brother was better.

I guess in a way, it was worth it, but my poor behind didn't seem to think so.