Structure and Accountability Part 9

[rachelredbum]

[This is the latest installment of the Structure and Accountability series. If you like it feel free to read my other stories as well]

Today is turning into one of the longest months of my life. Jessie invited me over to her house for a party. Of course I accepted. she always has good parties. But this evening's was a little different. There were a couple people there using cocaine and one guy was trying to interest people into trying some. Some did, others didn't. Jessie was one of the ones who did. I turned him down flat and said not to ask again. I walked away and opened a can of soda. It was then that the police raided the place. They took me into custody.

The interview was rough. I told them the truth. I told them who asked me if I wanted drugs and if I took any. There were lots of other questions as well. In the end they didn't charge me but they warned me to stay away from her and her parties from now on. Sadly I agreed that that was probably a good idea. She's been changing in ways that did not make me feel comfortable.

one of the cops then gave me a ride home. Unfortunatley it was in a marked police car. I had no choice when I got to the door of the house. I told him and my new sisters the whoe story, including the part about not being charged with anything. Calmly, but firmly, Uncle Richard sent me to my room. My sisters gave me reassuring arm squeezes as I went up the stairs.

Uncle Richard came into my room a short while after I got there, and he closed the door. This is not a good sign. He sighed and said "Why didn't you leave as soon as you saw what was going on?"

"I should have but I like my friends and wanted to still be with them," I explained, lamely. "I just ... I don't know. I realy didn't know what I should do," I said. I hung my head. I was ashamed of myself; of my inaction and timidity.

"You should have left at once and called me," he explained, calmly but firmly.

"But it was my friend," I explained.

"That doesn't matter," he said. "When she is doing drugs, she is not your friend. When she is hosting parties where drugs are involved, she is not yur friend. When she asks you if you would like some receational drugs, she is not your friend. not even close. She is a bad influence on you and will only drag you down with her," he said. "Look how she almost got you arrested," he continued. I nodded. He definitely had a point there. "if this situation happens again, leave at once and call a cab home. I'll pay for the ride. You need to get out of there," he said, simply. I looked down and agreed.

"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I was uncertain and should have acted better. I was just so confused. I need to talk to her and explain why we can't be friends anymore until she stops this."

I don't think you need to be quite so drastic," he started. You can support her in other areas. You can tell her about your worries for her, You can tell her you want nothing to do with her drug dealing friends or her drug parties. She needs to know that you are drawing a line. You cannot go on like this, sweetie," he concluded.

"I know," I said. I sighed and swallowed. Somehow I suspected I already knew the answer but I had to ask anyway. With a wavering voice, I said "Am I going to get a spanking?"

"Yes," he said with finality.

I tried to lead my case. 'but I didn't take any drugs," I said.

"that does not matter, Rachel. yes it was good that you didn't. that part is very good. But you used poor judgement in not leaving. You need to develope proper judgement. You need to recognize morally and legally dangerous situations and fle from them. That is why I am going to have to spank you," he explained. "This is very serious and cannot be swept under the rug." I started crying even though I knew beforehand what the answer would be. "Take your pants and panties down to your knees and get over my knee," he said, holding the wooden hairbrush in his hand. Slowly I complied and lay over his lap.

The brush felt as hard as can be, resting on my bottom cheeks. Soon it was raised up. Reflexively I clenched my cheeks. it dodn't help mattters. That brush still fell hard and fast, sometimes alternating cheeks and sometimes not. I cried and cried. I knew I deserved it even though I really didn't want one. Sometimes a damned good cry is cathartic. Same with a spanking. But its hard to think of things like that when you are in the middle of the hardest spanking of your life. it seeemed to take an hour but was probably only a coouple minutes. All I could think of was how much pain I was in. But finally it did stop but I kust kept on crying. He helped me to my feet and carried me downstairs.

I cried into his neck and held onto him. I didn't care that my bare and very sore bottom was on display. All I wanted to do was somehow control the flow of emotions and stop crying. He told me to stand in the corner of the Living Room with my arms folded behind my back. He then explained to us that this is what will happpen if they go to a party where there are drugs and they do not leave at once. half an hour later I came out of the corner and was allowed to get dressed.

All my sisters hugged me and were very sympathetic but told me to be more careful in the future. then Uncle Richard and I went to his study and we discuswsed ways in which to avoid this situation again and be a real help to Jessie without condoning her behaviour. So except for my bum it was a productive day,

[gshaunm]

Another great on Rach!

[Often123]

Learning to use proper judgement is a necessary thing. This was a hard lesson in more ways than one, but it will stick with her.

[petermcwade]

This certainly passes the "ouchable" test. Please keep up the good work.

[sgtjoe]

Good!