Greasers

Greasers Chapter Eleven

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I sighed, knowing I couldn't squeeze my way out of this. 

"I only had one sip and it tasted so bad and I hated it and I dumped it out I just didn't know what to do and-" I said in nearly one breath, but Darry cut me off.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, are you kidding me?" Darry said angrily, standing up and setting the beer bottle on my bed. "You know better than this. Where was Two-Bit?"

I pondered pinning it on him for a good second, but figured that Darry would find out anyway so I just told the truth. I mean, the goddamn bastard was like a detective. "I told him that he could leave. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it. I appreciate you being honest with me, but seriously, kid. What were you thinkin'?" He said, throwing his arms up in the air. I stared at my toes and hung my head in guilt. I really didn't mean to disappoint him as much as I had in this past week, and I really didn't want another spanking.

"I dunno." I muttered, feeling the familiar sting behind my eyes and knowing I was about to start crying.

"I need to calm down. We'll talk about this after dinner." Darry said, leaving the room and leaving me standing there. I flopped down onto my bed and pouted. Why did everything have to happen to me? Why couldn't Darry understand that it was just a simple mistake and that I didn't even drink all of it! I only had one goddamn sip. I suddenly became very angry, and fumed on my bed until Darry called me into the kitchen for dinner.

I walked into the kitchen and flopped down into the chair moodily. Darry had made pancakes, but I really didn't care. I wanted to get back at him.

I picked at my food in silence, and occasionally glared at the asshole sitting in front of me.

"Do I have somethin' on my face?" He asked. "'Cause the way you're lookin' at me's got me thinkin' that you hate me or somethin' but I know that can't be true."

I rolled my eyes moodily and didn't respond. I figured the old silent treatment would do just fine against him.

"Ponyboy, I'm tryin' to not lose my cool with you, but you're makin' it really difficult. What's your problem?" Darry asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against his chair.

"Nothin'." I muttered. I could tell I was pissing him off, which was exactly what I wanted to do. I picked around the food on my plate.

He sighed and watched me toy with my food. "Just eat, kid." He said. I sighed.

"I'm not hungry." I grunted.

"Ponyboy, eat. I know you've barely had anythin' today, and I know you're hungry. So stop pissin' me off and eat." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

I stood up from the table suddenly, and Darry watched me carefully.

"I said I'm not hungry." I grunted and stomped to my room. I slammed the door, and widened my eyes when I realized what I had just done. I jumped down onto my bed and took cover as I heard angry steps stomping down the hallway.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis," Darry growled, slamming open the door. "I've had it up to here with you tonight. You're acting like a child, and I'm sick of it. I've tried so goddamn hard to ignore it because I know you've had a rough week, but you're pushin' my limits." He scolded. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it's not my fault what I'm doin' upsets you." I said passively. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath. I could tell I was getting on his nerves, and I was happy I was getting where I wanted to. He had no right to be this angry at me for one small goddamn sip. I could've sworn that I would never let him live this down.

"Ponyboy, are you sure you wanna keep goin' down this path? 'Cause we totally can." He said in an even tone. I stood up from my bed and looked him straight in the eyes, trying to be as intimidating as I could be. I wasn't very good at it compared to him, but I could tell it surprised him.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed. For some reason, my brain was so fogged with adrenaline that I didn't quite register that he was much stronger than me. He flipped me over his knee and locked me in place. I kicked and squirmed, but it didn't change anything.

He swatted me a couple times on each cheek and paused. "What's gotten into you, kid?" I took the opportunity of him stopping to try to get up, but it didn't work. He stopped me with a large pop to my ass, and I yelped. "You're not gettin' outta this one, Ponyboy Michael, so don't even try." He scolded, popping me again. I could tell he was putting much more strength than he usually did into it, and I didn't appreciate it. I shot my hand back to cover my ass, but he pinned it to my back and began a rhythm of steady spanks. I yelped with each one, but he ignored my cries.

He paused after thirty seconds and looked down at me. "Are you ready to act your age and have a genuine conversation?" He asked. I blushed and nodded. I hated the position I was in at the moment. "Okay, good. Now, what the hell has gotten into you?" He exclaimed. I shrugged and stayed silent. "I don't speak shrug." Darry said, gently swatting me to get me to talk.

"I dunno." I muttered, looking at the carpet.

"You don't know?" He asked. "Maybe I need to be more specific then. Why'd you think it was okay to drink beer that I specifically told you not to drink, and then yell at me, and slam the door."

"I was mad." I sighed.

"Mad?" He asked. "Believe me, I felt the same. But I didn't act like a child about it. There are other ways to handle your feelin's."

"I wasn't actin' like a child." I pouted. Darry chuckled.

"Yeah, right. You wouldn't be in this position if you weren't actin' like a child." He said sarcastically. He grabbed my jeans and pulled them down to my knees, and I gasped.

"Darry! No!" I hollered as he brought down hard spanks onto my poor bottom. "Stop! I'm too old for this!"

"Ponyboy, you're too old for this when I say you're too old for this." He scolded, pulling my boxers down and revealing my light pink flesh.

"Please! Stop!" I hollered as he peppered my bottom with swats. He ignored my dramatic pleas and continued, and I began to sob.

"Are you ready to talk now?" He asked, pausing but not loosening his grip around my waist. I nodded and wiped my nose with my hand. "Do you know why you're getting spanked?"

"'cuz I drank and mouthed off." I said timidly, realizing how childish I sounded.

"Good." He praised. "We're almost done, honey. Hold on." He helped me get up and then looked at me.

"Please don't use your belt." I begged.

"I won't. I have something else in mind." He said as he pulled a wooden hair brush from behind him.

He quickly pulled me back onto his lap and locked me back into position before I could protest or try to escape.

"Darry, please no!" I hollered, but he ignored me, letting down one sharp swat to my right cheek. I gasped in shock, and winced at the pain. He let one hit again, and again, and again.

After ten swats with that damned hair brush, I broke. Darry took the sign of my defeat and helped me up to sit on his lap.

"Good job, honey. You did great. It's okay." He cooed as he stroked my back gently and I cried into his shirt. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt safe.

"I'm sorry, Dar." I cried into his chest.

"It's okay, Ponybaby. All is forgiven." He said softly, planting a kiss on top of my head.