I have about four drafts started for stories and really can’t bring myself to finish any of them. I need your help! Does anyone have requests or ideas for stories for Kennedy and Jordan? I don’t write age play stories, so I won’t respond to requests for that, but I’d love to hear from you guys!!
-Your Troubled Writer

A Beer Keg and a Turning Point

Kennedy walked up the driveway, triple checking that she was at the right house. She barely knew the people who were hosting this party and she really only was planning on going so she’d have an excuse to do something with Jordan. The loud thumping of the music inside the house got her blood flowing a little and made her heart beat faster. She smiled, thinking about getting to kiss Jordan again. She checked the time on her phone and sighed. Jordan still wouldn’t be here for another twenty minutes. She walked up to the front door and took a deep breath before pushing it open.

Jordan cursed loudly, trying to swerve a little around the tan Cadillac crawling along the highway at 45 miles an hour. She made it one lane over before slamming on her brakes to narrowly avoid ramming into the line of stopped traffic in front of her. She sat up straight, trying to see what the hold up was. There were several firetrucks, ambulances and police cars up ahead. Jordan cursed again, looking for her phone. She had 1% battery left and she’d left her charger at work. She found Kennedy’s number and hit dial just as the screen went black.
“Oh come on. God damn it!” She yelled, before slumping in her seat. She was going to be seriously late to this party and now she had no way of telling Kennedy.

Kennedy looked at her phone, her finger hovering over the call button. She’d been contemplating calling Jordan to ask her where she was. She was an hour late already. Kennedy closed her eyes and hit call. It went straight to voice mail. She hung up before the beep. She didn’t want to say anything. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t be getting a call back. Sadly, this wasn’t the first time she’d been ditched. She was still hurt though. She really liked Jordan, and she thought the feeling was mutual. Kennedy shoved her phone in her pocket and walked back into the party, a singular tear running down her cheek.

Jordan pulled up in front of the house, hoping that she’d memorized the address correctly. She parked across the street, quickly fixing her hair and spraying herself with perfume before getting out. As she got closer to the house, she could hear the thumping of overly loud music, and shouting from inside. She sighed, hoping she’d find Kennedy quickly in the crowd. She squinted a little, trying to see past the pot and cigarette smoke. She followed the shouting, which led her to the kitchen. There was a large crowd of people standing around in a circle, chanting and yelling and laughing. Despite her mission to find Kennedy, Jordan’s curiosity was piqued. She leaned in, seeing what everyone was making such a huge deal about. Jordan’s heart sank as she recognized the girl being held upside down over a keg of beer. Kennedy’s legs were each held by muscley, tank topped frat boys who were cheering her on as she drank more and more alcohol. Jordan was conflicted. She didn’t know what authority she had in their new relationship, but she couldn’t just let this happen to Kennedy. She pushed her way through the crowd and yelled over the music and cheers to the guys holding onto her girlfriend.
“Okay, enough! Let her down!” She said, putting her hand gently on one of the frat guys’ arms. They all looked at her, smiling.
“Lady, she asked us not to put her down until she’d finished the whole thing. She’s going for a record or something. We can’t put her down” one of them informed her. She narrowed her eyes at the guy, deep down knowing this really wasn’t his fault, it was hers.
“I said, let her go. That’s my girlfriend you’re holding on to. If you dont let her down, I’m calling campus police” she said, throwing every good argument at him at once. He looked over at his friends and shrugged. They all simultaneously lowered Kennedy to the ground, grumbling. Kennedy stumbled and raised her arms wildly.
“H-hey! Who told you to put me down!! I wasn-wasn’t done yet!” She yelped in protest. She started to stumble over to the counter when she spotted Jordan. Jordan was motionless, not sure of what her next move should be.
“Oh. You’re here. What do you…what do you want?” Kennedy slurred. Jordan put her hand on the girl’s arm.
“I was stuck in traffic. My phone is dead. I’m so sorry, Kennedy,” she said, trying to look her in the eye. But Kennedy was wobbling, trying to stay standing on her own two feet.
“No. Fuck that. You-you-you could’ve called. Or sent an owl or something” she protested. Jordan sighed.
“Come on. Let’s get you somewhere quiet,” she said, gently taking Kennedy’s hand. Kennedy yanked her hand away, groaning.
“I…oh God. I need to puke” she said, her eyes tearing up. Jordan quickly took her arm and pulled her upstairs to the only bathroom she could find. Kennedy barely made it, dropping to her knees in front of the toilet. She retched, her body lurching forward with the effort. Jordan sat down on the floor beside her and rubbed her back. This was definitely not what she was expecting. But she didn’t want to leave her in her time of need. She didn’t trust anyone else here to take care of her. Kennedy started to cry, the emotional distress and physical sickness finally settling in. She pushed her hair back from her face and mumbled.
“Sweetheart, I can’t hear you” Jordan said. Kennedy looked over at Jordan, her forehead wrinkled with distress.
“Why did you leave me? You didn’t even bother to call,” she said before turning back to the toilet to retch. Jordan rubbed her back and sighed.
“Kennedy, honey. I told you. I got stuck behind a bad accident on the highway and my phone was dead. I couldn’t call you. I didn’t mean to leave you and I’m sorry I was an hour later than I’d promised. But what were you thinking? That this would make you feel better? You might have alcohol poisoning, all because of me?” Jordan asked. Kennedy’s body shook, her muscles flexing and relaxing as she tried to rid herself of the poison in her veins.
“I thought it was your way of telling me it was over between us. So I decided that if you didn’t care about me, then neither did I. So-” she interrupted herself to dry heave, her fingers clenched tightly around the edge of the bowl. Jordan ran her fingers through the girl’s hair, trying to calm her down. Kennedy took some toilet paper and wiped her mouth.
“So, I went and found the group of kids in tbe backyard with all the weed. I got high with them for awhile but then I got thirsty so I came in and did some shots. Then one of those frat guys dared me to do a keg stand. He said if I couldn’t do it, I had to take Molly with him. Which obviously I didn’t want to, so I told him I’d drink the whole damned thing. And then, and then you showed up,” she said, laying down next to the toilet. Jordan sat in silence for a minute, trying to choose her words carefully.
“Okay. Well I understand that you were hurt and you thought I wasn’t going to show up. I get that. But I’m here. I came. And we’ll talk about it more tomorrow when you’re comprehending everything I say to you. Come on,” she said, lifting the girl up into her arms. Kennedy didn’t protest, wrapping her arms around Jordan to hold on. She carried her downstairs and out to her car. She gently put her in the passenger seat and drove in silence back to her apartment, while Kennedy slept. Jordan woke her when they arrived and helped her walk up the apartment. She got her some pajamas to sleep in and let her use her toothbrush before tucking her into the bed. Jordan decided to sleep on the couch, in case Kennedy was upset in the morning.

Kennedy woke up, rubbing her eyes. She had a surprising mild headache, but a pretty severe stomach ache. She sat up quickly, once her eyes focused, momentarily forgetting where she was. Then she saw the beautiful photography projects hung everywhere amidst piles of CDs, movies, and papers. On the back of the bedroom door, there was a 5 foot long high definition poster of some girl standing next to an old school Mustang, wearing a ridiculous leather outfit. Kennedy rolled her eyes and climbed out of the annoyingly tall bed. She looked in the mirror above the dresser and groaned. She looked awful. Her hair was going a thousand different directions and her makeup was completely smudged off. She sighed and decided to just go off in search of Jordan. Her appearance didn’t matter much after what had happened the previous night. She walked into the living room to find Jordan sitting in a chair, sipping coffee and reading a book titled, “An Abundance of Katherines” by John Green. Jordan had heard Kennedy come out of the bedroom, so she set down the book and smiled a little.
“Hey,” Kennedy murmured.
“Hey,” Jordan replied. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like I got run over by a small minivan. You?” Kennedy answered, trying to keep the mood light. Jordan shifted in her seat.
“After last night, I’m surprised you don’t feel like you got run over by a fleet of trains,” Jordan said, crossing her arms. Kennedy looked at her feet.
“Um, yeah. About that,” Kennedy said quietly, her hopes of avoiding the subject dashed.
“Yeah, that. We need to talk, sweetheart.” Jordan said, a tone in her voice that Kennedy hadn’t heard before. “Okay,” was all she managed to get out. Jordan motioned to the couch that was across from her. Kennedy obediently sat down and folded her hands in her lap, studying them.
“Kennedy, can you look at me?” Jordan asked. Kennedy did, reluctantly.
“I didn’t mean to get to the party so late. And I’m really sorry that I couldn’t call you. But did you really think it was necessary to get high and drunk like you did?” Jordan asked. Kennedy stayed silent for over a minute before replying.
“I was hurt, and destroying myself felt like…like the best ‘fuck you’ I could give you,” she said quietly.
“Sweetheart I know that you were hurt. I get that you felt like I was abandoning you. But doing what you did to yourself was not okay. I need to know that you care about yourself and can be safe.”
“I care about myself. I just did it because… Because I feel like I’d be fucking you over somehow,” she replied. Jordan sighed, looking away.
“Are…are you breaking up with me?”Kennedy asked, her voice wavering.
“No, Kennedy. But I also don’t want you to think that I’m okay with this kind of thing. I, as your girlfriend, no matter how long we been together, will not just let you do that to yourself,” Jordan replied. Kennedy made a face.
“Okay. So, I’m not getting it. You’re not breaking up with me, but yeah. Yeah, I’m not getting it,” she said.
“What I’m saying is-” Jordan said, taking a deep breath and running her hand down her face, “is that as my girlfriend,  I need you to know that the kind of behavior you pulled last night doesn’t fly with me. There should be consequences when you act like that,” Jordan said, trying to remain calm. Kennedy looked at the floor.
“You don’t think my hangover and guilt about yelling at you are consequence enough?”she asked feebly.
“Not in this case, no. And I think you know that.”
“Well, okay. But I don’t get it. What do you want from me? An essay on why drugs and alcohol are bad?” She asked, a little snottily. Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“No. Not an essay. What I’m suggesting is very different. And this is something I will not do without your full and complete cooperation and understanding. This is only a suggestion, not a requirement. And I don’t want an answer right away. I’d want you to think on it for a few hours before accepting. Okay?” She said, surprised at herself for articulating that all as well as she did without panicking. Kennedy made a face,  her cheeks a little pale, before nodding.
“O…kay…uh…but…w-what is it?” Kennedy asked. Jordan felt the adrenaline now, the panic starting to rise up in her throat. She always hated this part. The introduction of a new kind of relationship, or the potential loss of one altogether, which had happened several times now. She took a long deep breath.
“I’m suggesting that because of your actions last night, and to prove to you that I refuse to let you do that to yourself…I’m suggesting that I…that I spank you, Kennedy,” she said, breathing out quickly. Kennedy remained silent, staring at her hands.
“Kennedy?” Jordan said, her heart sinking. Kennedy cleared her throat.
“You, uh. You. I. You didn’t want me to answer yet, right?” She stuttered.
“Right. I’d like you to take some time to think about it. Maybe go on a walk or something. If you’re not ready in a few hours, or you have questions first…just let me know” Jordan said. Kennedy nodded and stood up.
“Um, do have my clothes?” She asked, looking down at the pajamas she’d been borrowing. Jordan got them for her and sighed and Kennedy opened the door to leave after changing.
“Don’t look like that, I’ll be back” Kennedy said, smiling. Jordan tried to smile back but couldn’t. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just lost a great girl.

Kennedy left the apartment, sighing to herself. That was not something she’d planned for. Not in a million years did she think that was what Jordan was going to say. After the way she’d acted last night, Kennedy mostly expected to get dumped. But Jordan had taken her home and cared for her. She still wasn’t fully processing everything Jordan had said. She just couldn’t think that far yet. She stood outside for a few minutes, determining how far away she was from campus. She walked in what she thought was the right direction and ended up seeing the University in a matter of minutes. She sighed and walked up to her dorm room, reaching into her back pocket for her wallet. She badged herself in and went to take a long, extremely hot shower to think things over.
It couldn’t be that bad, could it? She’d only been spanked as a kid, never as an adult. She didn’t really remember how it felt. But she had to admit to herself, she did have a tendency to toe the line occasionally to see if anyone would notice. She’d mouth off to teachers, write dirty notes in library books and apparently, she’d drink and smoke herself silly to prove to her girlfriend that…that what? She could? It was ridiculous, that she’d acted like that. Jordan didn’t decided to get stuck in traffic. She didn’t decide not to bring her charger. It wasn’t her fault. She’d really been right. Kennedy’s actions were definitely worthy of a punishment. If a spanking was what she decided on, then Kennedy had no choice but to take it. She liked Jordan, and couldn’t possibly risk not getting a second chance. She wanted to do it. But she had an errand to run first, and a thousand questions she wanted the answers to. 
Kennedy got out of the shower and got dressed in fresh, clean clothes. She did her hair up, not bothering to blow dry it today. Her roommate glanced up from her computer, just as Kennedy was about to leave.
“Hey. Where you going? You didn’t come home last night,” she asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
“I’m just going out, Taryn. Maybe I did come home last night, and you just  didn’t notice,” she said, sticking her tongue out at her before gently shutting the door. She walked out to her car, thankful that she’d had the foresight to leave it here last night. She thought if her car was at the party, she’d be tempted to drive it home. The campus police had checkpoints everywhere these days and the last thing she needed was a DUI. She hopping in her bright green Hyundai Santa Fe and drove off to run her errand, the nervousness settling in like an unwelcome house guest in her stomach.

The knock at Jordan’s door was so quiet, she’d almost missed it. She looked through the spy hole in the door to see Kennedy, shifting awkwardly on her feet in the hall, holding a Target bag. Jordan grinned and opened the door.
“You came back!” Jordan said, pulling the girl into her arms and squishing her tight. Kennedy giggled into Jordan’s shoulder and hugged her back.
“Of course I came back” she replied. Jordan pulled away and took her hand to lead her inside. They sat side by side on the couch in silence for a few seconds.
“So I have questions before I answer. But first, I have these” she said, gesturing to the bag in her lap. Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“Okay. And what are ‘these'”?she asked. Kennedy answered by dumping the contents of the bag into Jordan’s lap.
“A car charger for your phone, an extra wall charger, and an apology card. The card has Jafar from Aladdin on the cover, so you are obligated by Disney Law to accept its contents”she said, smiling. Jordan laughed and pulled the girl into her arms and kissed her face all over before letting her go. She smiled and took Kennedy’s hand in hers. Kennedy’s grin slowly faded as she became serious. She took the stuff from Jordan’s lap and put it on the coffee table.
“I have a lot of questions” she said quietly.
“Anything at all, sweetheart. I’m an open book” Jordan replied.
“Okay. Um, I guess the first one is…what exactly would this all entail if I agree to it?” Kennedy asked.
“Well, for right now I think it would be best if you agreed to this as a temporary thing. If you say yes, I want you to experience it once or twice before feeling like you’ve made a complete or final decision. Okay?” Jordan paused, looking Kennedy in the eyes. She nodded her reply and Jordan continued.
“But if you decide its what you want to try, then this is how it would look this time around. Since I feel that you were out of line yesterday with how you acted, I would give you a spanking. As per your consent, this spanking would be across my knees, without your pants or underwear on. Since this is your first spanking from me, I would only use my hand so I could properly gauge your pain threshold. I would continue spanking you until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. If at any point during the spanking, you change your mind or feel like you can’t continue, you’d need to use a safe word to get me to stop. Then we’d discuss it from there. Okay so far?” She asked. Kennedy nodded slowly.
“Okay, and what if after this, I decide its something I want? How will it look then?”she asked quietly.
“Well, if that’s the decision you’d make, we’d have to establish ground rules. Like, you need to be fully sure its the lifestyle you want, because its how we as a couple would learn to communicate certain things and would establish parts of our relationship. If you’re positive about it, then we’d make a list of general rules for you. Like not doing dangerous things, etc. If ever you broke a rule, you would be punished. This part of the relationship would be harder. Because the reason for punishment and the punishment itself is up to me. Obviously I’d allow you to object and to ask for reconsideration, but the final decision would be mine. I know that sounds hard, but that’s how it would work. As we progress in our relationship, we’d discuss the use of implements or alternative punishments. But for the early stages, we’ll stick with the simple hand spanking. With me so far?” Jordan asked. Kennedy nodded.
“So, um, if you broke a rule, am I supposed to like…am I -” Kennedy started.
“No, baby girl. You wouldn’t spank me. I mean, if you feel like its something you want too, I will consider trying it. But generally, I am not a switch” Jordan replied.
“Oh, no. Good. I don’t know how to spank anyone, and I’m really not interested in learning” she laughed. Jordan smiled.
“Good. What else?”
“Um, so, have you done this with girls before?” Kennedy asked nervously. Jordan sighed and nodded.
“Yes, a few. But they always ended up breaking it off because they couldn’t handle it” she said, sadly. Kennedy nudged her knee.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Spanking or not, I’m here” she said, smiling. Jordan smiled back. Kennedy took a deep breath.
“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s try this. Besides, if I’m being honest, I did earn a spanking” she said, her cheeks turning bright red as she said it. Jordan laughed a little.
“Really? You’re sure?” She asked. Kennedy nodded.
“I think I need it. I don’t know what I was thinking last night. Maybe this will help.” She said. Jordan nodded.
“Can I ask you a question first?” Jordan asked. Kennrdy nodded.
“Have…you ever been spanked before?” Jordan asked slowly.
“When I was a kid. Maybe twice? I don’t really remember it much. Why?” She asked nervously.
“I just wanted to know. Alright. You ready then? How about you come up with a safe word. It has to be something you’ll remember” she said.
“Maybe stop?” Kennedy replied, shrugging.
“No, that wont work. I want you to be able to say stop and please and all that while I’m spanking you. Trust me, the words leave your mouth when you don’t necessarily mean them. Try something unique. Something you wont naturally say in a fit of pain” Jordan said, squeezing Kennedy’s hand.
“Oh, okay. Um… Mufasa?” She asked, laughing. Jordan laughed too and nodded.
“Mufasa. Okay. Well, are you ready?”she asked awkwardly. Kennedy’s smile retreated and was replaced by a nervous grimace.
“As ready as I’ll ever be” she said quietly. Jordan stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a chair, and brought it to the middle of the living room.
“Alright, then. Come here, sweetheart” she said, patting her legs a little. Kennedy stood up and walked slowly to Jordan’s side.
“I’m going to start over your jeans and we’ll go from there. Okay?” Jordan said. Kennedy nodded, relieved. Jordan took Kennedy’s wrist gently and pulled her down across her knees. Kennedy wobbled before planting her hands on the ground.
“Last chance, baby. Are you sure?” Jordan asked, her hand resting on Kennedy’s ass. Despite the completely inappropriate timing, Kennedy’s skin tingled and her heart raced at the intimate touch. She cleared her throat and nodded, her heart continuing to race for a different reason now. She felt Jordan’s hand leave her ass, seconds before a heavy slap landed across her cheek. She jolted, somehow not expecting the sound. Jordan stopped.
“Don’t forget you have a safe word, baby” she said before raising her hand again, this time landing several hard smacks on each of Kennedy’s cheeks. Kennedy winced a little, the sting just barely registering through the layers of her clothes. Jordan stopped again.
“Okay. As you can probably tell, this isn’t an effective way to spank someone. So, I’m going to take your jeans down now. Is that okay?”she asked. Kennedy nodded and stood up.
Jordan allowed her to, helping her unbutton her jeans. Kennedy paused for a second.
“What’s wrong?” Jordan asked. Kennedy turned pink.
“You’ve never seen me like this before…its kind of embarrassing” she said, looking down. Jordan laughed.
“First of all, I did technically see you in your underwear last night when I changed your clothes. Second, there will be many, many opportunities to see each other with significantly less clothing than you’ll have today. And third, the embarrassment is part of the punishment. I have yet to take your underwear down yet, but I plan to soon. It’s okay, Kennedy. You’re beautiful, okay?” She said, leaning up to kiss the girl softly. Kennedy kissed back and then sniffled, defeated.
“Okay” she said quietly. Jordan guided her back over her knees and smiled. Kennedy had an extremely nice ass, and it seemed a shame to be introduced to it like this. But as she said earlier, there would be plenty more opportunities to be doing something else with that ass of hers. She tried to force the smile away, focusing on the task at hand.
“This is going to hurt a lot more. Please don’t forget you can use your safe word. What is it?” She asked, testing her.
“Um…Mufasa” Kennedy replied, one hand on the floor and the other holding on gently to Jordan’s ankle.
“Good girl” Jordan replied before raising her hand and beginning to spank Kennedy again. Kennedy jolted, gasping. It really did hurt a lot more than before. Jordan seemed to be really heavy handed, but her slaps were landing with precision across her ass. She winced and gripped Jordan’s ankle tighter.
“I will not tolerate the kind of behavior you exhibited last night, Kennedy. You were extremely reckless with yourself and you could’ve gotten alcohol poisoning or worse. It was unacceptable. Do you understand?” Jordan asked, spanking Kennedy with an increasing amount of strength until the last word. She paused, waiting for an answer. The one Kennedy gave surprised her.
“Y-yes ma’am” she whimpered quietly. Jordan smiled and continued the spanking. Kennedy was really a submissive at heart, if that answer came so easily to her. Jordan saw her girlfriend’s cheeks were turning a darker pink around the edges of her cute, frilly blue underwear.
“Alright, sweetheart. I’m going to take your underwear down now, okay?” Jordan asked. This time, there was no reply. Jordan waited a moment.
“Kennedy, if you need to use your safe word, please do. Otherwise I’m going to take your underwear down and continue. Okay?” She said, hoping for some sort of response. Kennedy shifted and looked back.
“It’s gonna hurt more, right?” She asked quietly. Jordan nodded.
“Yes, it will.”
“Okay” Kennedy replied, facing back down and holding on even tighter to Jordan’s ankle. Jordan watched her for a second before gently pulling back her underwear, sliding them down to the crook in the girl’s knees. She could feel Kennedy tense up, her muscles all at attention.
“Relax. It’s me” Jordan said, rubbing Kennedy’s back. This only made a slight difference in the girl’s muscle tension, but Jordan needed to focus. She lifted her hand, pausing a second longer than necessary, as a warning to  Kennedy before starting the last part of the spanking. Kennedy yelped and squirmed a little, the sting surprising her.
“Ow Jordan! Owww!” She whined, her legs kicking just a little.
“Keep your legs still, little one. I don’t want to hit your thighs on accident.” She said sternly. Kennedy mostly stopped, unable to completely stop squirming. Jordan continued, spanking her hard now.
“You will not act like that again, Kennedy. It was harmful, dangerous, and childish. You are not of age to be drinking in the first place, and I will not let you poison your body with drugs. Do you understand me?”she asked, continuing to spank the girl’s mostly red ass. Kennedy began to cry softly.
“Yes, Jordan. I understand, I do! Please, it really really hurts!” She said, reaching a hand back in an attempt at protecting herself from the stinging slaps. Jordan gently pinned her hand to her back and continued, lightening up a little.
“It’s supposed to hurt, baby girl. It’s almost over. You’re doing fine, honey” she said. She knew Kennedy remembered her safe word, and she knew not to give in just yet. She gave Kennedy a final round of spanks, making sure they were hard. When she finished, she let go of Kennedy’s hand and rubbed her back.
“It’s over now, baby. You’re okay. It’s all over” she said, her stomach twisting a little now that she could hear the girl’s quiet sobs. Kennedy stayed over Jordan’s knees, crying. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed up or if she wasn’t supposed to yet. Jordan lifted her up gently and scooped her up into her arms. She held the crying girl tight, running her fingers through her hair. Slowly, Kennedy calmed down and wiped away the last of her tears. She looked up at Jordan, her eyes still watery.
“I’m sorry, Jordan” she said quietly.
“It’s okay, Kennedy. It’s all okay now. You’re forgiven” Jordan said, kissing her girlfriend softly. Kennedy nuzzled in against her and sat quietly for a few minutes before mumbling something against her hoodie.
“What was that?” Jordan said, looking down. Kennedy glanced up at Jordan, her cheeks red witb embarrassment again.
“Um…I said…I said I think it’s what I want” she repeated. Jordan raised her eyebrows.
“Really?” She asked, shocked. Kennedy nodded.
“It hurts a lot more than I thought it would. And I’m not so happy bout the no underwear rule. But I think it’ll help. Help you and help me. So it’s what I want” she said, looking down. Jordan gently lifted her chin.
“Promise you’re not saying it because you think it’s what I want to hear?” She asked. Kennedy nodded.
“I’m a little bit of a brat sometimes, and it’ll be good for me to have someone who doesn’t put up with my shit.” She said, smiling. Jordan smiled back and kissed her softly before hugging her tight. She sighed happily, planning on never letting the girl in her arms go.

                         THE END

The Start of Something Beautiful

Jordan parked her bright blue Honda Pilot in the first spot outside Sabin Hall at 6:57. She wanted to be early, but not too early. She turned down her music, squinting to see if she could spot Kennedy. She saw her, sitting on the  brick wall next to the sidewalk, smoking something. Jordan muttered to herself about changing the habit before pulling her keys out of the ignition and climbing out of her car. Just as she started to walk towards the smaller girl, she stood up and put out her cigarette.
“Hey there. Was that you with the Panic At The Disco blaring?” Kennedy  asked playfully.
“Hey yourself. Yeah, it was. What were you smoking?”she asked, trying to be nonchalant. Kennedy looked over her shoulder like she was trying to remember.
“Oh. That’s a Prime Time. Cherry flavored” she answered quietly. Jordan nodded and said “huh.”
Kennedy shuffled awkwardly.
“So, what do you wanna do?” she asked. Jordan took her hand and led her towards the car.
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
Kennedy’s heart began to race and she couldn’t help but grin. She didn’t care where this girl was taking her, she’d go anywhere if it meant her hand was in hers. Jordan motioned for her to get in the passenger seat before hoping in the driver’s seat. She drove like a grandma, making Kennedy smile a little. Opposites do attract, after all. 
“Where are you taking me? I’m not being kidnapped am I?” she joked. Jordan winked at her and turned up her Panic At The Disco cd, driving them to a little run down laser tag center in the middle of town.
“We’re here” Jordan announced, turning off her car. Kennedy smiled and hopped out, the butterflies in her stomach growing exponentially. Jordan stole Kennedy’s hand again, walking slowly with her to the doors.
“Is this okay?”she asked, her confidence waning slightly. Kennedy grinned.
“It’s perfect”she replied. Jordan smiled and opened the door for her.
“So, I know you’re a freshman, I know your name is Kennedy and I know you don’t deal pot. What else should I know?” Jordan said as they walked up to the counter. Kennedy smiled and before answering, politely asked the guy at the counter for two vests and guns and a five round pass for each of them. The tall, skinny blond teenager glanced back and forth between Jordan and Kennedy while he rang them up. Kennedy put her debit card up on the counter before Jordan had the chance to, and turned back toward her.
“My full name is Kennedy Ray Arlington. My favorite color is orange which I know is weird, and my favorite thing to do is longboard. Your turn,” Kennedy finished, taking her debit card back from the cashier and handing Jordan her vest and blue gun. Jordan smiled and put the vest on.
“My full name is Jordan Marie Andretti. I’m a junior, double majoring in History and Architecture. My favorite color is blue, and my favorite thing to do is probably read” she said, leading Kennedy into the dark maze like room. There was no one else here, so the guy at the desk came in after them.
“Hey. It’s just you guys. Do you want some music or something to play to?” He asked, gesturing back to the desk he was at.
“Sure. Play us whatever you want,” Jordan said, smiling. She looked over  at Kennedy momentarily to make sure it was okay. She nodded. He nodded back.
“Okay then. Have fun” he said, walking out again. A few seconds later, the lights on their vests turned on and Pressure by Paramore started to play. Kennedy grinned and took off, finding a place to hide. The music wasn’t too loud that they couldn’t hear each other, so Jordan snuck off after her, crouched down a little. A few seconds later, Kennedy popped out from behind a pillar and shot her laser right at the target on Jordan’s chest.
“POINT PLAYER TWO” interrupted the music momentarily. Kennedy did a little dance and grinned. Jordan laughed.
“Tell me something else about yourself” she said, getting a little closer so she wouldn’t have to yell. Kennedy covered her target with her hand, eyeing Jordan suspiciously.
“I’m only single majoring, but in Sociology. Your turn?” She said, smiling. Jordan took Kennedy’s hand gently away from her target and said, “only if you can score another point,” before quickly shooting Kennedy’s target and darting off.
Kennedy cursed quietly and waited a second before pursuing her. She crouched down in perfect military stance as she searched for Jordan. The taller girl was standing against a wall, unsure of where she’d even run to. Kennedy smiled to herself and snuck quietly and swiftly to a position about three feet away. She aimed, fired, and then stood, just as the “POINT PLAYER TWO” announcement came. Jordan looked around in shock and then laughed.
“Touché” she said.
“C’mon. You know the deal. You tell me something about you now” Kennedy said, leaning against the wall that had bamboo shoots painted on it.
“Hmm. I guess I do owe you that. Something else, huh? Well, there’s this girl I really like. But I’m not sure she knows it” Jordan said. Kennedy pushed herself off the wall. Her chest felt like a piece of paper being crumpled and tossed away. She hated games like this. She looked away from Jordan, feeling the heat grow in her cheeks. Immediately, Jordan saw what she did.
“Hey, no. No” she said, taking Kennedy’s hands in hers, letting her gun fall against her leg, the rope catching it for her. Kennedy did the same, her gun thumping painfully into her knee.
“Kennedy, please look at me. Please” Jordan said, pleadingly. Kennedy obliged.
“It’s you. The girl I like is you. I wouldn’t take you to this ridiculous laser tag place and run around like an idiot with  you if I didn’t like you. Okay? I’m sorry, sweetheart” she said, pulling Kennedy into a hug. Kennedy couldn’t manage to force any words out of her mouth. The crumpled paper feeling in her chest quickly changed to feeling like a million warm, over excited butterflies. She grinned and hugged Jordan back, breathing in the intoxicating smell of her. Jordan smiled at the sudden reciprocation of her hug and apparent acceptance of her apology.
“C’mon. Let’s get out of here,” she said, taking Kennedy’s hand. She followed, her cheeks turning a little pink. Jordan returned both of their equipment at the front desk and thanked the cashier before walking out with Kennedy. She found a small bench and sat down, patting the seat next to her.
“Let’s play some more of the question game,” Jordan said, smiling. “You first though.”
“Okay. Well. Um. Tell me a secret about you” she said, looking down at her feet in embarassment. Jordan laughed.
“Nope. It doesn’t work like that, dork. I can’t just tell you all my secrets. It’s supposed to be the question game, not the secret game.”
Kennedy sniffled. “Not all secrets. Just one. One measly little secret.”
“Only if you tell me one too” Jordan said, pushing Kennedy’s shoulder playfully.
“Yeah, fine, fine. Extortion is real after all, I see,” Kennedy said, winking.
“Hmmm. Okay. Well. A secret huh,” she said, scratching her chin in thought. Then she leaned in and whispered in Kennedy’s ear.
I’ve been thinking about you every day since the first day we met” she whispered. Kennedy blushed and fidgeted, playing with ger hands.
“That’s um…that’s a good secret” she said. Jordan winked and took Kennedy’s hand in hers.
“Your turn,” she replied. Kennedy cleared her throat and stared at her feet for a few long seconds.
“Oh come on. I know you’ve got secrets. You can’t scare me. Let me guess, even. You’re a super bad rebel, breaking rules and hearts wherever you go? You have a fetish for teachers? Or! I bet, I bet you’re gonna tell me you’ve never been outside of Colorado” she joked, squeezing Kennedy’s hand.
“No matter what your secret is, I’ll always keep it. So don’t be scared” she said, leaning in to kiss Kennedy on the cheek. Kennedy smiled and leaned in slowly, making up her mind to be brave.
I really like you,and I hope you’ll be my girlfriend soon” she whispered, pulling away to hide her face in her hoodie. Jordan gently pulled Kennedy’s hands  down before kissing her softly. After a few seconds, she pulled away.
“I’ve never liked someone as fast as I have started to like you. And this is crazy, but…would you be my girlfriend, Kennedy Arlington?” Jordan asked, her cheeks turning red and her heart racing out of control.  Kennedy smiled a huge smile and nodded.
“Of course, Jordan A-Andretti?” Kennedy asked, the last bit coming out like a question. Jordan laughed and kissed her, hard, wrapping her arms around the girl. They kissed for several minutes, wrapped up in each other before they reluctantly pulled apart. Kennedy fidgeted and looked down.
“So um…there’s a party I was gonna go to on Thursday and I wanted to know if you’d like to come with” Kennedy asked quietly. Jordan smiled and shifted positions a little.
“I’d love to. But I have work until 8:30. What time is the party?” She asked. Kennedy tried not to look disappointed.
“It starts at 8.”
“Well good. I won’t miss much. I’ll be there. I promise” she said, pulling Kennedy close to kiss her again. Eventually, they gave each other their  respective phone numbers and Jordan took Kennedy back to her dorm. Kennedy said she’d text Jordan the address, and Jordan promised to be at  the party by 9. The two kissed goodbye and left, each of them grinning like idiots.

The Fucking Duke of Yorkshire

Kennedy was having a bad day. First, she didn’t have coffee that morning because she was out of her creamer. She only drank coffee when it ceased to actually taste like coffee. So she was cranky from a lack of caffeine. Second, she left her favorite hoodie in her first class that morning and she’d probably never see it again. And third, when she went to the library later that day, she was told (rather rudely) by the librarian that she was at her limit on her card and she’d have to return a few books if she wanted to borrow more.
She decided to give up on the day and drove home from the library, cutting people off and using her middle finger more often than her turn signal. After walking into her apartment, she slammed the front door and threw her backpack on the floor. Jordan was in the kitchen, making their dinner. She looked up, alarmed.
“Kennedy?”She yelled.
“No! It’s the fucking Duke of Yorkshire!” Kennedy yelled back, storming into their bedroom at the end of the hall. Jordan stood still for a second, trying to decide what to do. She momentarily settled for gesticulating wildly with her two middle fingers in her girlfriend’s direction. Then she sighed and shut the oven off to go talk to her temperamental girlfriend. As she walked down the hallway, she heard Kennedy talking and cursing to herself. Jordan nudged the door open a little further and knocked on the door frame.
“What’s wrong?”She asked. Kennedy looked at her.
“Everything. Everything is wrong”she said, kicking the bed. Jordan folded her arms, raising an eyebrow.
“Sounds like someone had an attitude problem”she said. Kennedy narrowed her eyes and slowly raised both middle fingers to her girlfriend.
“This is what I think of your attitude problem”she said, defiantly. Jordan shook her head.
“You better fix your attitude right now, little one,”she said, “and tell me what you’re so upset about.” Kennedy stuck her tongue out at Jordan before saying,”you better fuck off right now, little one.” Jordan reached out and swiftly grabbed hold of Kennedy’s wrist, pulling her closer and HARD. Kennedy tugged back, having no regard for how much this was actually hurting her wrist. Before she could say anything, Jordan roughly turned her sideways. She smacked her girlfriend’s ass extremely hard. Kennedy squirmed, painfully twisting her captive wrist. This resulted in a few stray smacks to the backs of her thighs. Jordan let her go.
“Go stand in the corner, hands on your head. Do not move. I can’t punish you right now, or you won’t have any ass left”she said, fuming. Kennedy glared and didn’t move. Jordan pointed at the corner and yelled “NOW.” Kennedy growled and stomped off to the corner. Jordan stormed away, growling under her breath.
“That girl. That little brat. She’s gonna get it SO hard” she said to herself, walking back and forth. She was losing control earlier, and was glad she stepped away. Kennedy got like this sometimes. She’d get so caught up in pressing Jordan’s buttons that her self preservation just disappeared, and she had a hard time knowing when to stop. Unfortunately, Jordan also had a hard time with controlling her temper. She wanted to throttle Kennedy. But she knew it wouldn’t do any good, and would actually be very damaging to their relationship dynamic. She paced for a few more seconds. She felt more controlled now, more calm. She walked back into the room to see Kennedy standing kind of in the corner, playing with a pen.
“I thought I told you to stand still with your hands on your head, little one” Jordan said, not amused. Kennedy jumped and dropped the pen, clumsily flinging her hands up onto her head.
“Right. Yeah. And uh… That’s what I’m doing.”She said. Jordan sighed and sat on the bed.
“Come here” she said, gesturing to her lap. Kennedy reluctantly obeyed. Shuffling over, she flopped herself over her girlfriend’s knees. Jordan smacked her ass once, but hard. Kennedy yelped and pouted at her.
“Tell me what’s wrong”she said, sternly. Kennedy sniffled.
“I had a bad day, okay?” She started to stand, figuring she was done. Jordan pressed gently on her back to make her lay back down.
“No. I’m not even close to done with you, little girl.” Kennedy whined.
“Yeah but I’m done. Lemme up.”Jordan smiled.
“Okay. Get up. Take all your clothes off and get back over my knee”she said.  The more Kennedy fought her on it, the worse she’d make it on her. She was actually having a little sadistic fun with it now. Kennedy didn’t move, and stayed quiet.
“Kennie…”Jordan said.
“Nah. I’m uh. I’m good here. I’ll stay” she said. Jordan smacked her ass, right down the middle.
“Lovely. But I wasn’t asking. Up. Now”she demanded. Kennedy got up slowly, removing each article of clothing with painstaking slowness. Finally, when she stood stark naked in front of her, Jordan pulled her back over her knees.
“That’s better”she said.
“So, Kennedy. This is what happens when you are an absolute brat to me just because you had a bad day. Do you understand me?” She asked. Kennedy nodded, knowing her face was still bright red. Obviously she’d been naked with her girlfriend before. But this was different. She yelped as the spanking began, Jordan’s notoriously heavy hand striking hard. She tried not to squirm, her leg muscles strained into position.

Jordan wasn’t planning on using anything other than her hand this time, but she wanted Kennedy to feel it tomorrow, so she hit heavy, going for the deep muscles. Kennedy hated this, her pain tolerance significantly lower than with a regular spanking.
“Fuck Jo, that really really hurts”she said through gritted teeth.
“Good. Stand up for me real quick”Jordan said suddenly. Kennedy did, relieved for the break.
“Go get your soap”Jordan said, taking the opportunity to look her naked girlfriend up and down. Kennedy’s eyes widened. They’d bought soap after a friend of theirs in the domestic discipline community suggested it for Kennedy’s foul mouth. But they’d never used it before.
“But… babe…”She whined.
“Now, little one”Jordan said. Kennedy walked off, pouting. She came back with the little white bar of soap, but didn’t give it to her girlfriend. Jordan held her hand out until she surrendered it.
“Open your mouth”Jordan said. Kennedy shook her head no and clamped her mouth shut. Jordan stood up, towering a little above her shorter girlfriend. She held the soap in one hand and smacked Kennedy on the ass as hard as she could. Kennedy yelped, giving Jordan the opportunity to grab her gently by the jaw and put the soap in her mouth. She knew better than to spit it out, so Kennedy gently bit down on it to keep it from falling out. The bitter taste permeated her mouth, making her want to gag. Before she could think about it further, Jordan had put her back over her knee and continued to spank her as hard as before.
“My girl isn’t going to talk to me like that. You know I don’t like you using that kind of language. So now you get to keep that soap in your mouth until I say otherwise. If you spit it out, you’ll regret it”Jordan said, wrapping one arm around Kennedy’s waist to get a better hold on her while she continued to spank with more force. Kennedy wriggled and squirmed, fighting hard. Jordan grew tired of holding her down so tightly, so she began an onslaught of harsh smacks to Kennedy’s bare thighs. She yelled out loud at the pain, dropping the soap in her outcry.
“Owwww baby please. Please no. No more”she begged. Jordan paused, looking at the soap lying on the floor. She shook her head in disappointment and slid her leg between her girlfriend’s and slowly pushed them as far apart as she could. Kennedy’s stomach turned and her face grew hot. This was a new level of naked and she didn’t like it.
“Now I bet you wish you’d kept hold of the soap”, Jordan said, continuing the spanking. For a few minutes, Kennedy took the smacks in relative silence, her embarrassment outweighing her pain. But finally, she began to cry and truly apologize for her brattiness.
“Please, Jordan. I’m really really sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my bad day out on you. I’m really sorry baby”she said, crying softly. Jordan stopped and pulled her remorseful girl into her arms. She ran her fingers through Kennedy’s hair and held her tight.
“Shhh honey. You’re okay. It’s all okay”she said, kissing Kennedy’s soap flavored lips. They cuddled like that for awhile, kissing and smiling.
“I love you, my little Duke of Yorkshire” Jordan said. Kennedy grinned.
“I love you too, babe”she replied.

Just One Of Those Days

Kennedy sauntered into the kitchen, yawning into her fist. Jordan looked up from the table and smiled.
“Hey sleepy girl” she said. Kennedy rubbed her eyes and smiled sleepily.
“You got up without me. Rude” she replied, trying to look stern. Jordan raised an eyebrow.
“You looked so peaceful all snuggled up in your fuzzy green pajamas. I couldn’t wake you up” she said. Kennedy rolled her eyes and walked over to the coffee pot, turning it on.
“Baby girl, its past 11. Do you really think coffee is a good idea right now?” Jordan asked, knowing Kennedy’s caffeine addiction was getting slightly out of hand. Kennedy whipped around.
“Yes. It’s a perfect idea. Coffee is always a good idea. And…and I do what I want” she finished, her intended grand finale fizzling out before she turned back around to the coffee machine, her cheeks turning pink. She knew it was probably dumb to talk to her dominant girlfriend like that, but she couldn’t help it. Pre-caffeine Kennedy was not a good Kennedy. Jordan stood up slowly from the table, weighing her options. She knew her girlfriend was just being a brat, but she also knew that if she let that comment slide, Kennedy would start to think it was true. This wasn’t a major offense, and typically Jordan would just stick her in the corner like a child for a minute and tell her to knock it off. But there was something about her short, cute girlfriend that was giving her mixed signals. Her long black hair was in a lazy bun, still a little frazzled from sleep. Her shoulder blades stuck out a little above her tight blue tank top, and her old fuzzy green pajamas rested just so on her hips, that it was driving Jordan insane. She couldn’t decide if she should ravage her girlfriend or follow through and show her who was the boss in their relationship.
She walked up behind her girlfriend, resisting the urge to touch her yet.
“Can you repeat that?” She asked. Kennedy jumped, previously unaware of how close Jordan was.
“I…I…do what I want?” She stuttered. Jordan moved slightly away from Kennedy, far enough to swing her arm back and smack her girlfriend on the ass, hard. Kennedy yelped.
“You fucking told me to say it!!”she whined. Jordan took Kennedy by the arm and led her the few feet to the kitchen table before bending her roughly over it.
“You watch your mouth, little one. And no one told you to say it the first time, did they?” she asked before raining down a flurry of hard swats to her girlfriend’s ass. She had her hand pressed into the small of Kennedy’s back, holding her down against the hard wooden tabletop.
“Owww, okay. Okay! Let me go, damn it!”she yelled, reaching back uselessly in an attempt to push her girlfriend’s hand off her back. Jordan shook her head and with one hand, yanked down the fuzzy green pants her girlfriend was wearing.
“First of all, you do not get to talk to me like that. Secondly, you don’t get to do whatever you want. You know this relationship doesn’t work like that. Third, you need to cut it out with the caffeine. You know better,”she scolded, starting a new round of harsh slaps to Kennedy’s more exposed ass. She could already see the redness beginning to appear on the girl’s cheeks.
“Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m OWW sorry. I am! I don’t get to have too much caffeine, I don’t get to talk to you like I did, and OWWW I don’t get to do whatever I want! Please, JoJo. I’m sorry,” she pleaded, releasing all control to he girlfriend. Jordan smiled at the sudden obedience, and raised an eyebrow.
“I think someone needs a little reminder of who is in charge in this relationship. Don’t you?”she asked, eyeing her girlfriend up and down, smiling to herself. Kennedy was still bent over the table, pinned down. She fidgeted, not sure of what to say.
“But…but…I thought that’s what that was? Jordan, please. No more. I said I was sorry, and I meant it!”she whined. Jordan smiled and ran her spare hand down Kennedy’s light red ass and down the inside of her upper thigh.
“That was part of it. I just want you to be perfectly clear on how our relationship goes. I get to do whatever I want. You do not,” she said, running one finger back up her girlfriend’s bare thigh. Kennedy shivered slightly, her back arching a little involuntarily.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, trying not to moan.
“I have complete control over you. Dont I, Kennedy Ray?” She asked, smiling to herself. Kennedy moaned softly.
“Yes ma’am” she whimpered. Jordan pressed herself against Kennedy a little, feeling the warmth of her red ass against her thighs. Slowly, she slid her girlfriend’s underwear down to her ankles.
“Please, Jordan,” whispered. Jordan smiled and leaned down, kissing the back of her girlfriend’s neck, one hand still gently pressing on her back and the other wandering up and down Kennedy’s legs. She bit down on the girl’s neck, enjoying the pained moan of pleasure it caused. Kennedy’s hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to maintain some small shred of control.
“Beg for it, Kennedy” Jordan said, smiling. Kennedy moaned quietly.
“Please, Jordan. Please fuck me, god, please fuck me” she said, getting louder as she spoke. Jordan happily obliged, keeping her girlfriend in the submissive position she was in while she fucked her. Kennedy yelled her girlfriend’s name over and over, the neighbors surely heard every one. When she had finished, Jordan removed her hand from Kennedy’s back. The panting girl remained in her position, not sure her legs were ever actually going to work again after that. Jordan smiled and helped her stand up.
“Come on baby. Let’s go to the bedroom. Once you recover, I’d like to make sure the neighbors hear a few more times just exactly who you belong to” Jordan said, smacking Kennedy’s ass rather hard.
“OW. Geez Jordan. At least let me make you as wobbly as I am right now before we go getting completely out of control” she said, winking.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, messing up the sheets and annoying the neighbors. It was just one of those days.

                          The End

Vandal’s Remorse Part 2

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.”
Jordan sighed.
“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.

                             The End

Just a quick thing

I wanted to make a note that I’m not posting the stories in any particular order as of yet. The stories with nsfw tags are just random and typically have no correlation to each other unless they’ve been labeled as part of a series. The stories about how Kennedy and Jordan started out are in order, but are being posted intermittently between the other stories. Sorry for any confusion.