Greasers

Greasers Chapter Eight

This may be the last time I get the chance to write in a while! I will update this story as much as possible, though! Enjoy!

"Soda, I'm so sorry." I said as Soda sat on the couch and I lay on his stomach in the living room and watched TV together. "I didn't mean to say anythin' like that. I was tired-"

"I know, Pones. It's okay." He interrupted, kissing me on the forehead.

"When Darry gets home, will I be in even more trouble? Ya know, 'cause of Curly?" I sheepishly asked, looking up at him.

"You shouldn't be. I already took care of it." He lightly tapped me on my ass, and I winced.

"Hey." I whined, sitting up completely. 

"Oh, you're fine. Lay back down." He pushed me by my chest back down onto his lap, and I giggled. 

Around thirty minutes later, Darry came home smelling like perfume and had hickeys on his neck. I sat up and winced as my bottom touched the couch, but stood up.

"Ooooooh, Darry had some fun." I cooed at him jokingly. He rolled his eyes, but covered his neck.

"It's nothin'. Just bruises from work." He lied, and Soda and I both burst out laughing.

"It's definitely not, Dar." Soda piped in, walking over to him and slugging him on the shoulder.

"Sodapop, stay out of it. It's not any of your business. I didn't say anythin' when you came home with hickeys on your neck." Darry said, playfully swatting Soda.

"Oh, fine." He laughed, giving Darry a hug. I ran over and wrapped my arms around the both of them, and felt safe and comfortable with my big brothers.

"It's time for you to go to bed, Pony." Darry said, bending down and kissing me on the top of my head. 

"Can't I stay up?" I said with a yawn, and cursed myself for yawning. That would just make him want me to go to sleep more. "It's not like I have school or anythin'."

"But you have a big day of chores ahead of you tomorrow and the rest of your suspension." Darry said, crossing his arms. I sighed and headed off to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I checked my ass in the mirror, and it was bright red. I felt a wave of anger and embarrassment rush over me as I looked at my red bottom in the mirror. I couldn't believe Soda had actually spanked me! I was fifteen, goddammit!

I pulled up my pants, brushed my teeth, and walked across the hallway to Soda and I's bedroom. I flopped down on the bed, where Soda was already laying. He was nearly asleep already, and I realized the spanking must have worn him out, too. He looked exhausted.

"Goodnight, you two." Darry said lovingly, and then left the room. 

"Goodnight." We both murmured back. 

I snuggled into Soda and we fell asleep like that, with me sleeping on my stomach, of course.