Mollys dream

I have this recurring dream, but maybe it’s more of a fantasy. Izaak is my older brother, and I’m in middle school. I keep getting in trouble at school and finally he gives me a warning — “next time the school calls me about your behavior, I will spank you right there in the office.” His warning makes me gulp and promise to be better behaved. But then a few days later, my friends want to sneak out of gym class to go smoke weed behind the track where no one would see us. I have a bad feeling about it, but ignore it, deciding to join them anyway. We’re dressed in our P.E. clothes — ugly red shorts and t-shirts. It’s almost too easy to slip away from class, and we think we’re sly, hiding sorta in the woods away from everyone else. My friend lights the joint and goes into a coughing fit, passing it to the rest of us. We get in a couple of good puffs and I can feel my head buzzing, my eyes drooping, and I’m getting kinda giggly. We’re probably being louder than we should, because before the joint is even finished the school security guard has caught us. None of us have the sense to run away, but it’s not like we could go anywhere anyway. Especially in these bright red clothes.. we’d stand out too much. We are escorted to the principals office. It’s starting to hit me that I’ve done it again… gotten into trouble at school and of course they aren’t going to let this one slide. I only half-listen as the principal yammers on, letting us know that she’s calling our guardians. My heart pounds against my chest as we wait in the office area. I know Izaak isn’t going to be pleased. I desperately hope that my friends parents come first, but my prayers are ignored as I feel the heavy footsteps clomping towards me. I look up to see Izaak’s disappointed expression. He doesn’t say anything to me, just shakes his head. I’m hoping he’s forgotten his threat, though something in my tummy tells me that he hasn’t. The principal calls us into her office. My friends give me an empathetic look as I follow him, subconsciously putting my hands behind my back, half-covering my bottom as I fear what’s to come. We sit down next to each other as the principal closes the door, and Izaak’s attention is solely on her while I chew on a fingernail. I don’t hear anything she says but already know I’m being suspended. Already know the trouble I’m in. Already know the threat of getting kicked out. The principal asks if we have any questions or comments and all Izaak says is the thing I’ve been dreading — “can I have a word with my sister for a moment?” I’m a little thankful that at least he isn’t spanking me in front of her. But then she leaves and my pleading begins. “Pleaseeeee don’t do this here!” Izaak is having none of it. “Get over here, right now,” he bellows. He doesn’t sound angry, but very matter-of-fact. “But…” The look he gives me sends butterflies all throughout my body and all I can think about is how my friends are right outside the door and will be able to hear everything! How embarrassing!! Izaak doesn’t have to open his mouth again, because I can tell by the look in his eyes that we’re not leaving here until I get the spanking he promised me. I’m so mortified as I stand in my gym clothes, shuffling towards him like I’m going to the electric chair. It’s taking so long that he finally reaches for my wrist and pulls me the rest of the way. “What did I tell you would happen if I was called up to your school again?” I’m still chewing on my fingernail and mutter a pathetic answer that he won’t accept, so he pulls my hand away from my mouth. I look away but he turns me to face him, waiting patiently. “Y-you said you’d…” I pause, not wanting to utter the s-word out loud, but he wasn’t going to let me off that easily. “…spank me… here in the office…” “I warned you, Molly.” Just those four simple words then suddenly I’m over his lap, staring at the floor, praying he won’t pull down my shorts. Again, nobody is paying attention to my prayers because now I’m feeling the cool breeze as my shorts and panties are at my knees. If we’d been at home, I would be begging and pleading, but thinking about my friends outside the door, I decide to keep as much of my dignity as possible, at least while I still can. The spanking starts, echoing through the office and so loud I’m sure everyone in the whole school can hear it. I cover my mouth with both hands, not wanting everyone to know how much this hurts. But my legs are kicking and Izaak has this steady, fast rhythm that really stings and it’s so hard to keep my composure! I want to beg him to stop, plead with him that I’ve had enough. But I’m biting my hand instead, teeth marking my skin because I don’t want everyone to know what a baby I am. It feels like the swats continue for hourssssss. And he spanks me good, even on the sit spots! At some point I can’t hold back anymore and my hand flies back to try to block him, but he catches my wrist before he even misses a beat. Now I’m whining a little and crying out. The first tear escapes my eyes and I spit out a, “pleaseeeee no more!” Then an, “I’ll be a good girllllll!” My bottom feels like it’s on fire and the kicking isn’t helping at all. Now I finally just let the tears flow, hoping he’ll take pity on me and stop. And eventually it works. He lifts me up and stands me in front of him and looks me directly in the eyes. I can see his disappointment which just makes the knot in my tummy get tighter. He can see that my tears are just an effort to get him to stop and that I’m not truly sorry yet. He pulls up my panties and shorts but doesn’t let me rub my bottom. “We’re not finished yet,” he says in his no-nonsense tone. Before giving me a chance to whine, he catches me by surprise with a swat to my left thigh, then another to my right. I squeal and hop on one foot, only to be met with another smack. He repeats the smacks a few times, making sure my thighs are the color of my shorts (and my face!). By the time he finishes, I’m sore and actually starting to feel sorry. “We’ll talk more about this at home,” he says, now standing and giving me a quick, gentle hug, as if he didn’t really want to punish me like this. I wipe my eyes as he finally opens the door to lead us out of the principals office. All eyes are on me and I know they heard it all. And I know when I turn around they’ll all see my red thighs and imagine my bottom is the same color! And when I wake up from this dream, I’m a mixture of embarrassed and excited. I never realized I enjoyed the embarrassment, but I guess subconsciously I do… right? What’s your analysis of this dream?

izaak and violet argument

"Esperanza, come on, let's go!" Izaak barked as I leaned against the broom handle, staring into space.  I was dripping with sweat, stomach growling from lack of carbs today, and just ready to rest.

"Give me a fucking break already!" I growled back, about to explode.

"This is part of the routine, you agreed to abide by it this weekend."

"Why is your routine so fucking strenuous and boring??  We've already run up and down the stairs a billion times to do the fucking laundry, and now you have me cleaning everything up to military standards?  I'm not your fucking slave."

Izaak stopped what he was doing to stand up straight and look at me, hands on his hips.  "You're acting like I'm torturing you."

"This is torture!  Your life is the worst.  Why do you need to have everything so regimented and orderly?  How fucking ridiculous and boring."

For once he didn't remark on my colorful language, instead shaking his head at me.  "This is not that difficult."

"You don't know what's difficult for me.  You don't know what I'm going through right now."

He raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask.  I wished I could tell him everything.

But his silence just riled me up more.  Through gritted teeth I said, "Do you know fucking anything about anybody?"

"I know you're about to earn another spanking if you don't get back to work."

"Whatever, go ahead.  I don't care," I snapped, pushing the broomstick away so it landed on the floor with a loud THUD.

saturday morning

"Esperanza, Peterson, rise and shine!" Izaak's voice boomed as we were suddenly blinded by him opening the curtains.  

Clo groaned, but I felt her roll out of bed almost immediately, while I grumbled "five more minutes" and put the pillow over my face to hide from daylight.

Without a warning, I felt the blankets fly off me, and then the sting of the wooden spoon popping down on my pajama-clad bottom.  "No more minutes," Izaak said in a strict tone.  "You have three seconds to get up and moving."  I rolled my eyes from under the pillow, thankful he couldn't see and fuss at me for that.

"Bro, just chill, I'll get up in a minute..."

"Two seconds..." he warned.  And then when I laid still, heart clamoring against my ribcage, he said, "One second..."  I couldn't help but smirk, suspecting what would come next.  I idly wondered how many times he'd spank me this weekend as I felt my pajama shorts and panties being tugged down to mid-thigh, and then heard the CRACK of the wooden spoon peppering against my backside on top of all the marks I already had from the last two days.  It didn't take long for me to shriek and reach back.

"Okaaaayyyyy, fine!" I said, shoving the pillow off of me and giving Izaak a scowl.  He stopped the spanking, looking pleased with himself for getting me up at a record time of morning.  

"You have 5 minutes to get ready, or you'll get a proper spanking."

molly's response

"Okay, so maybe you did find Chloe in her high school yearbook, but that doesn't mean that she's the person you're looking for."

"Why would she lie to us about her last name?"

"Maybe it's a typo."

"Gabe wouldn't have hired her without the proper paperwork... why would she have a social security card with a different last name?  The government doesn't make typos like that and any normal person would've sent it back to get the proper spelling..."

Molly sighed.  "I dunno, it doesn't feel like enough evidence."  She yawned, feeding a piece of bacon to Crackers as she chewed her mouthful of food.

"So you think I need to get more evidence before bringing this to Gabe and Winters?"

"What do you think would happen if you don't?"

"Well Winters is a dick.  He'd probably just go with it, make up some of his own evidence or do something to fuck her over.  He's just waiting to throw someone else under the bus so his company doesn't go under.   He's desperate.  He would love for me to tell him that his blackmail video isn't legit because she wasn't actually underage."

Molly nodded, seemingly deep in thought.  "Do you really think Chloe would stick around after finding out you're working for Winters?  And wouldn't they have seen each other at some point?  Wouldn't Winters have pointed her out?"

violet's anger

Seeing the resemblance between the two women sent a jolt of anger through my system, and I slammed the laptop shut, ready to throw it at the wall.  I stood, pacing for a moment.  "What the fuck, bro," I said aloud to no one.  "After all we've been through together and now it feels like I don't even know you."  I paced faster, feeling a fire in my chest, a tension in my shoulders, ready to punch someone.  Am I going crazy?  "I trusted you.  I opened up to you!  Told you my darkest fucking secrets.  Because I thought you were part of the family.  But you're fucking not!"  My hands balled into fists, trying to take over.  I knew I needed to talk to someone... needed Toby or Molly to calm me down, or Izaak to play sports against, or Gabe to cane me again.  But it was the middle of the night, even Molly was sleeping.  "You're a fucking con and don't deserve to be part of our family.  Jokes on me for fucking trusting you."  My vision was getting blurry and I needed to do something, quick.  My hands landed on the tv remote and I launched it against the wall, causing it to shatter with a loud crash.  I heard the faint yelling of my downstairs neighbor saying, "go to sleep!"

Finally I was able to take a deep breath and plop back down on the recliner, muttering a "sorry" to the neighbor that probably couldn't hear me anymore.  Not that it mattered, all he wanted was for me to sit the fuck down.  

violet putting together the pieces

I was stunned into silence for the rest of the meeting, thoughts spinning out of control as all of the pieces connected together.  As soon as everyone left, I bolted to my room, snatching up my laptop to make sure I wasn't going crazy.  I opened the folder where I'd saved all the information about Chloe Peterson.  First, I pulled up the yearbook photo.

toby + chloe

It's a surprise.  Dress comfortably, something you don't mind getting dirty 😏

I had no idea what that meant, trying on a hundred different outfits before finally setlling on baggy jeans and a blue crop top.  This made me more nervous than making the move on Izaak a few nights ago.  A date with Toby... the thing I'd been dreaming about for what felt like ages.  I'd never thought that fantasy could be a reality, but here we are...

I went light on the makeup, trying to give off a more natural look but wanting my eyes to pop a little.  Toby seemed like he'd be into the emo-type, which is the style that seemed to be coming out as I got dressed.  He brought out a side of me that I'd buried deep for so long, and it was kind of refreshing to remember a younger version of myself.

I'm downstairs.

I nervously slipped on my converse sneakers and checked myself out in the mirror one final time before jogging downstairs.  I could see Toby through the glass before I opened the door.  He wore jeans and a T-shirt, leaning against the wall staring into the distance.  He looked perfect.

I swung the door open and he immediately snapped out of his thoughts, surprised at my attire, but trying not to let it show as we greeted each other with a hug.

"I hate that you wouldn't tell me the plan," I said teasingly.  "I had no idea what to wear."

"You look great," he assured me.  

"Are you gonna tell me now?"

"Nope," he said with a smile, leading me away.  "You'll just have to trust me."

after molly forges prescription

As we rode to Gabe's place, he talked softly on the phone, but I was too out of it to even understand his words.  The self-hatred spread throughout my mind and body, constantly yelling at me that I'm not good enough and replaying Toby's words.  What the fuck was I thinking?  How could I put both of our careers on the line like that?  

And those thoughts just morphed into everything else I'd fucked up.  My relationship with Adam.  The clients I couldn't save.  Being snappy with Violet.  I hadn't done even one thing right in so long.  

Why was Gabe even taking me home with him?  And why did he help me with that client's mom?  I didn't deserve it.

The only thing I deserved was punishment.  I needed to pay for everything I'd fucked up.  If I didn't get the spanking from Gabe, I worried that I'd find a different way to punish myself.

I was still in a daze as we arrived in front of his building.  Gabe still sounded distant as he thanked our driver and exchanged pleasantries with the doorman.  

"Are you okay?" he asked when the elevator doors closed, rushing us up to the top floor.

I shrugged.  "I just need you to beat my ass."

Gabe frowned, which of course I interpreted as him hating me.  "You know I will give you a good spanking, but first we need to talk about all of this."

"I don't wanna talk about anything."

"I know.  But you're going to."

I wanted to fold my arms in a huff, but I just felt so heavy that I settled with a shrug.

chloe's thoughts/feelings since seattle and during meeting

since leaving seattle, my thoughts have been consumed with "I need to get into this memory card."  I know there's something important on there that can help me, but being a hacker herself, sage was brilliant with securing our stuff.  If I could just get into the card, there would be images in there that I could alter to throw violet off my tracks.  The whole night after we got back, all I did was try to get into the card.  I must've tried 30000 different passcodes, but couldn't get in.  I barely slept, only to be interrupted in my dreams by frantic efforts to escape unescapable scenarios.

Wednesday I went to work with still only the memory card in mind.  I was also so tired that I couldn't think straight and kept fucking up.  I'm really so bad at this job.    I was busy the whole morning, catching up on everything I'd missed from going on the trip.  There was finally a lull after lunch, which made the thoughts come to the surface again.  I decided to look up Winters file and see if I could learn anything else to help me either figure out the password, or steer violet in the wrong direction.  

As I stalked the company website, there was one photo that stood out.  I couldn't quite place where I knew this girl from, but she worked for Winters and looked enough like me that it would be easy to photoshop her head onto an incriminating photo.  Maybe I could figure out how to get back into winters corp's computer system and somehow trace evidence to her.  

just trying to write something

"Chloe Peterson, front and center."

Izaak's firm tone made me gulp, especially after what I had just witnessed with Violet.  I pushed myself up from the sofa, shuffling towards the stool where Gabe and Izaak stood towering over me.  I'd been quiet and compliant during the whole meeting, hoping that my invisibility would get me off the hook.  It hadn't.  

"Skirt up, panties down, and get into position," Gabe said.  His tone was softer with me than it had been with Violet, and I sense that while part of him wanted to (and enjoyed) punishing me, another part of him was sorry that he had to do it.  Why had I agreed to this deal in the first place?  Or why didn't I tell Violet to not fuck around with Gabe?

I guess part of me was also curious about what it would be like.

"Let's go!" he said, snapping his fingers as my hesitation.  Shivering, I pushed my panties down and bent over the stool, gripping onto the wooden legs.

"You did not follow instructions," Izaak commented, which caused me to blush and push up my skirt, exposing my bare bottom for everyone to see.  

I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to hide behind my hair.  

Gabe rested the cane on my bottom, then spoke.  "I know it was Violet's idea to go over budget, but your responsibility was to remind her that you'd both get caned for it.  Did you do that?"