Kennedy followed Jordan into their apartment, her hands buried deep in her pockets. She couldn’t find any words to say, and Jordan certainly wasn’t filling the silence. Kennedy shut the door behind her after walking in, being exceedingly gentle. Jordan sighed deeply and turned around to face her. Her shorter girlfriend just looked up at her, her shoulders trembling a little. Jordan pulled Kennedy into her arms, holding the girl tight.
“I’m sorry” she whispered, burying her face in the fabric of Jordan’s hoodie. Jordan pulled her away gently after a few minutes.
“I love you. But you are in more trouble than you could possibly imagine. Do you understand?” Jordan asked, absentmindedly running her fingers through Kennedy’s hair. She barely managed a nod, looking down at the ground.
“What do you think I should do, sweetheart?” She asked gently. Kennedy shrugged and mumbled inaudibly.
“Try again, Kennie. I didn’t hear you” she said. Kennedy sighed.
“I need to be spanked, Jordan. We both know that.” She said, looking up at her girlfriend, no sarcasm or attitude in her tone. Jordan was slightly shocked at the honesty and bluntness of the girl, but she decided to roll with it.
“Yes, Kennedy. You do. Let’s get this over with, okay?” She said, kissing Kennedy on the forehead. Kennedy half smiled and nodded. Jordan took her hand and pulled her gently down the hall and into their bedroom. Jordan gestured for Kennedy to sit on their bed while she got things ready. She obliged, hopping up onto the bed. She played with her hands and tried to calm herself down. She knew she was in more trouble than she’d ever been in before, and she was terrified. Kennedy played back the last few hours in her head and sighed. What she did really wasn’t going to make up for whatever was about to happen.
This all started because of a stupid test score. Kennedy was taking a class called Microeconomics In Classical Literature. She absolutely hated the class, but for some reason, the University counted it towards her prerequisite credit for Public Speaking. She hated the prospect of public speaking more than she hated this option. That was, until she found out how the teacher graded. Both Jazz and Frankie were in the same class, so they had all studied together for the first test. When they received the grades, they were all devastated. They all had gotten F’s on their very first test. After some further investigation (conducted by Jazz), they found that over half the class had gotten the same results. Frankie suggested they give the professor the benefit of the doubt, and wait until the next test to make judgements. A few weeks later, they found themselves in the same position. That was when Kennedy suggested they find out where the professor lived, and vandalize his house. Frankie and Jazz were more than agreeable to this idea, and the planning commenced immediately. A few days later, they staked out the house and made sure everything was kosher. Everything would’ve gone according to plan had Jazz not dropped her can of spray paint. Or at least Kennedy thought so. But it was too late now. Kennedy was here, awaiting her punishment. She wondered for a moment whether they’d caught Jazz and what they did to her and Frankie. At least she wasn’t in that damn cell anymore.
Jordan made sure her girlfriend got up onto the bed before walking into the closet and shutting the door. She had come in her with the intention of grabbing a few things and then turning right back around to do what she needed to. But once she was in the quiet of the closet, she decided to close the door and think a little in the silence.
She had never had to give Kennedy as serious a punishment as the one she was about to give. It scared her, and she didn’t want Kennedy to see her like that. She knew what needed to be done, but she still hadn’t worked out what exactly she was going to do yet. In the early hours of the morning, when she received the call from the jail, all she had in mind was storming down there and spanking Kennedy in her cell, and she didn’t give a damn who saw. But she knew that was a bad idea, so she tried to figure out an alternative.
The bail was set to several thousand dollars, and Jordan had maybe a few hundred in her account. She hated doing it, but she called Kennedy’s parents. They agreed to help out by transferring the money to Jordan. Jordan told them not to bother going with to the jail, it was a long drive for them, and she could take care of it. Besides, she was extremely mad at Kennedy and didn’t think she deserved the comfort of her parents when she got out. After she’d arrived and got everything settled to get her bratty, delinquent girlfriend out of jail, she melted. Seeing Kennedy so scared and small, she wanted to wrap the girl up and never let anyone touch her again. Occasionally, she had flitting thoughts of mad she actually should be, but they’d disappear again.
Now, she was scared. She still wanted to smother Kennedy in love. But she knew what Kennedy had earned for herself, and for the first time since they’d started dating, Kennedy was actually almost asking her for it. Jordan ran a hand down her face and sighed. She pushed off the wall she’d been leaning on and grabbed the three things she’d come in to get before coming back out of the closet. Kennedy was sitting on the edge of the bed, right where she left her. Jordan set the things on the bed, watching Kennedy’s reaction out of the corner of her eye. After each implement was laid down, there was a distinct wince with every one. Jordan sighed and gently took hold of Kennedy’s chin, bringing it up to look her in the eyes.
“I love you. But you knew better than to do what you did. Before we start, I need a full explanation of what happened, and why. And don’t bother lying to me, little one. You’re already in enough trouble” she said, kissing Kennedy’s forehead before letting go of her chin. Kennedy sniffled and launched in a full, honest account of everything leading up to what they did, and afterwards. As the story progressed, Jordan sat down next to her on the bed and listened, her arms crossed. Kennedy took a deep breath and finished with “so…yeah.”
“Kennedy Ray Arlington. What am I going to do with you?” She asked, shaking her head. Her girlfriend wiped away a tear and shrugged, staring intently at the ground. Jordan hugged her tight before standing up. She took her girlfriend’s hand and pulled her over to the chair in the corner, allowing Kennedy to hop off the bed carefully. Jordan sat in the chair and looked up at her short girlfriend. Kennedy started to automatically lower herself over her thighs, but Jordan stopped her.
“No, Kennie. You don’t get your jeans this time. Take them off” she said, making sure she knew she wasn’t kidding. There was only a moment of hesitation before she did as she was told and then lowered herself over her girlfriend’s knees. Jordan put one hand on her back and the other on her ass.
“This is only the beginning of your punishment. I want you to take it like a good girl, okay?” Jordan asked, waiting for an answer before starting.
“I’ll try” she replied. Jordan nodded once before starting to spank Kennedy. She wasn’t going easy this time, and she definitely wasn’t using this as a warm up. She started with force, but kept a slow rhythm. A small yelp escaped Kennedy’s mouth, the immediate strength of the spanking taking her by surprise.
“Owww babe” she whined, reaching back a little while she squirmed. Jordan took her hand and pinned it a little roughly to her back.
“Little one, I told you to take this part like a good girl. I’m disappointed in you. Lie still and stop squirming or we’ll skip to the first implement. Do you understand me?” Jordan scolded, spanking her even harder. Kennedy immediately stopped squirming and laid still as best she could. She had already sort of forgotten how much trouble she was in. Putting up a fuss this early on wasn’t a good idea. She held onto Jordan’s wrist with her fingers, making her captive hand seem a little more comfortable. After a few minutes, Jordan let go and helped her to her feet. Jordan stayed in the chair and gestured to the bed.
“Can you get the hairbrush, please?” She asked. Kennedy nodded, resisting the urge to rub her ass. She knew if she did, she’d be in more trouble. She took the heavy wooden hairbrush and hesitated momentarily before walking back to Jordan. Jordan took it from her and set it in her lap before leaning forward and pulling down Kennedy’s Kingdom Hearts underwear. She reflexively folded her hands in front of herself, embarassed. Jordan rolled her eyes before pulling Kennedy back over her knees.
“You messed up Kennedy. You messed up badly. What made you think it was okay to do that to another human being’s house?” Jordan scolded, starting to spank her hard with the hairbrush. Her girlfriend yelped and squirmed.
“I don’t know…he OWW he was grading OWWWW Jordan..he was grading really unf-Owww-airly” she protested, trying to talk between her own whining. Jordan shook her head and started on the girl’s upper thighs, lightening the blows a little.
“It is never okay to vandalize someone’s property, Kennedy Ray, and you know that. Don’t even pretend you didn’t know that” she lectured, going back to spanking her ass. Kennedy whined and started to kick a little. Jordan gave her a few more good smacks before setting the brush down and helping Kennedy to her feet again. Kennedy blinked back her tears and looked down at Jordan. Jordan nodded towards the bed.
“Go get the next one, baby girl.” She said, smiling encouragingly at her. Kennedy shuffled over to the bed and looked down at the two remaining objects. One was Jordan’s black leather belt and the other was the wooden spoon. She sighed and picked up the spoon before walking back and handed it to Jordan. Jordan wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist and hugged her tight for a moment. Kennedy sniffled when the embrace ended, but went willingly back over Jordan’s lap.
“You’re better than this, little one. The Kennedy I know doesn’t go around vandalizing other people’s property. She doesn’t get locked up in jail for being a delinquent. The Kennedy I know sticks her tongue out at me, flips me off, or smacks my ass occasionally until she gets spanked for it, and then she’s good. But you, this new and “improved” Kennedy feels it’s okay to break the law. And since you feel that that’s appropriate, I’ll deal with you like the little brat you are.”She finished, immediately beginning to spank Kennedy with the spoon, hard. Kennedy yelped and squirmed vigorously, trying desperately to free herself from her girlfriend’s lap.
“Owww Jordan please. Please baby, I’m sorry. I swear I’ll never do it again!” She pleaded, kicking and squirming as the rain of blows from the spoon continued to fall on her already bright red ass.
“I’m going to make sure of that. Before last night, I didn’t know you were capable of doing something like this. But here we are. So I’m making damn sure you never even think about vandalizing again, little one”Jordan said, focusing entirely on her girlfriend’s sit spots now. Kennedy began to cry and whine louder, her pain threshold nearing its max.
“Please, Jo” she whimpered. Jordan paused, knowing Kennedy needed a break.
“You know better, Kennedy Ray. After tonight, you’re going to be grounded until further notice from seeing either Jazz or Frankie. You don’t need to get into any new trouble with them. There’s no doubt in my mind that you were the evil genius behind this, believe me. But they aren’t good influences on you either. You will not be going out alone with your friends for awhile. And in the morning tomorrow, I want you to go to this man’s house and clean up the mess you’ve made. Do you understand me?” Jordan asked. Kennedy squirmed a little and sniffled.
“But…all by myself? That’s not fair” She whined.
“Kennedy Ray Arlington, do not test me right now. If you can get your friends to help you, fine. But only to help clean. You will not be socializing. Got it?”She asked, waiting for the nod from Kennedy before patting her butt.
“Hop up for me, please” she said, setting the spoon on the floor. Kennedy obliged, sniffling. She knew the next and final bit was going to be the worst.
“Okay baby girl. You know what you need to do, right?” Jordan asked. Her small girlfriend walked to the bed and obediently bent over the edge it, gathering handfuls of the blankets into her hands. Jordan picked up the belt and felt it against her hands. She always did this out of habit, just to remind herself of the power and strength this implement had. Kennedy was going to need to remember this punishment for a long time to come if it was going to effectively deter her from doing what she did again.
“I love you, little one. I’m going to give you ten with the belt, okay? And I need you to count them out loud for me. You know the rules. If you stand up, that one won’t count. Okay?”she asked, placing one hand gently on Kennedy’s lower back. Kennedy nodded, clenching the blankets in her hands tighter. Jordan took a deep breath and started.
“One ma’am” Kennedy whimpered.
“Owww. Two ma’am” she said a little louder. She got to number six before accidentally standing up.
“Owww Jordan..please. please no more. I’m sorry” she whined, rubbing her stinging ass.
“Kennedy Ray. Bend back over and stop rubbing. You know better. We’re back to five” she said sternly. Kennedy slowly obeyed, crying quietly. Jordan began again, her heart hurting a little for her girlfriend.
“F-five” Kennedy said, crying a little louder. Jordan continued, getting to the last one before pausing. Kennedy was now sobbing hard, holding onto the bed.
“Last one, baby girl. You’re doing great”she said encouragingly. She raised the belt high and brought it down harder than any of the others. Kennedy yelled out in pain and tried to stutter out the count, but couldn’t. Jordan set the belt down on the bed and pulled the crying girl into her arms.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I love you” she said, rocking her girlfriend back and forth gently. Kennedy cried hard for a long time, holding on tightly to Jordan. After a while, she pulled away a little to wipe her eyes.
“I’m s-sorry, Jordan”she sputtered. Jordan held her tight.
“You’re forgiven, baby. It’s okay. It’s over” she said, before kissing her girlfriend softly. They cuddled for most of the rest of the day, before Jordan set to finding out what happened to Kennedy’s friends and if they’d help her clean up tomorrow. Apparently Jazz was still in jail until further notice (her parents wouldn’t pay her bail) and Frankie said he’d help(reluctantly). Kennedy vowed never to vandalize again, although she’d probably never tell her friends why she was so obstinate about it.