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.