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Shaquira Price was what many would call a very hyper child of 15 years old. She had recently moved to Coast City from a small little town in Wisconsin called Oshkosh. It was much different from her new home but she felt more home now than she ever had before. She was too hyper and childish for the more quiet areas of her town, often getting into more trouble and mischief than her older parents could really handle. She was often called a miracle child back home by the people of her old church. Her mother had her when she was 50 making her 65 right now and her father was 69. Though even in their older years her parents were some of the most fit people around. Helping grow within the girl an early love for sports and being outside rather than inside. If anything her parents were to blame for her more hyper tendencies, though she would never tell them that.
Shaquira also had one more problem that was the worst and often got her in the most trouble. See everyone had an internal clock and Shaquira was 99.9 percent sure her’s is broken or maybe her father in heaven had forgotten to give her one. Most days she could be found sprinting down the sidewalks on her way to school to avoid being late. She was often the last person inside of her class, she never could make her 3rd or 4th period on time and often had to stay after school as punishment. She was often late to basketball practice and that often got her two scoldings, one from their coach and the other from the captain Melessa Davis.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Shaquira said over and over after practice as she had come 15 minutes late and for most of the practice Melessa had not spoken to her. After her usually 15 suicides for being late, all throughout practice, Meslessa refused to even pass her the ball let alone talk to her.
This hurt a bit more as she often saw the captain of the team as big sister and knowing she disappointed her was almost too much for her to bear.
The dark haired girl with creamy colored skin and a county accent to die for finally spoke to the girl. “I’m getting tired of you being late,” she answered as she finished buttoning up her shirt. “It has happened too many times for it to just be an accident or you having a bad internal clock. I ain't ever seen someone with such a bad notion for time.”
“I can try harder.” Shaquira muttered.
“You said that last time, and we were late to our first game, we had to rush to get to the locker room and all that nonsense, that is why you sat out for the first quarter of the game!” Shaquira could only tremble under the girl’s harsh but true words. “It ain’t right, and it ain't fair. So I have found a solution that might work.”
“Is it gonna be running more suicides?”
“Nope, cause your endless energy makes them pointless.”
“Am I gonna be sitting for a few games, cause I promised my daddy I was gonna be starting and I kinda want to do that.”
“Although the coach wants to do that, I convinced her not to.”
“Then what is gonna happen to me?”
Melessa motioned for the girl to follow her and Shaquira quickly gathered her belongings and chased after the girl. She led her back into the gym and they walked in. Melessa began to speak once more. “Now since you also seem to struggle in keeping track of time in all functions of your life. I am gonna do to you what my mama back home did to me when I was bad at it.”
“You’re gonna make me get one of those switches you told me about?!” Shaquira had never been spanked before in her 15 years of life. It was a perk that came with older parents cause if she was in need of one, she would just hide or run as fast as she could and oftentimes they were too tired to keep chasing her and would just give her a different punishment. Melessa had often said that if she was her momma she would have tanned her hide by now, and now Shaquira felt that she was about to get just that.
“I’m not,” Melessa confirmed as she pushed open the doors to the other side of the gym. The academy had three gyms in total, the basketball team used gym one, the volleyball teams used gym two and waiting for them inside of gym two. Was an average sized and built boy with a long durag tied around his head. He was spinning a volleyball up in his hands before tossing it up and he ran after it before jumping into the air and slamming his hand against it. She jumped at the loud smacking sound and then again as it slammed into a water bottle. “But he might meet Alphonso Lewis.”
“W-Wait a second,” Shaquira looked up at the captain of the team and was giving her a bit of an evil eye. “You mean…”
“Yep,” Melessa confirmed without saying what was on her mind.
Shaquira turned on heels about to walk away as fast as she could, but Melessa placed a strong hand on the shoulder locking her in place. “Can we maybe talk about this?” Shaquira said nervously.
“Well here is the thing, either you listen to what we have planned for you, or you sit out for the next 5 games and lose your starting spot.” Shaquira then tried her best weapon that she could. “And your puppy dog look is not gonna work anymore on me.”
The dark skinned boy seemed to notice their entrance and came walking over. Now that he was closer, Shaquira guessed that he was maybe 5 '7 or 5' 6, a bit taller than her own 5 '2 self. He had really strong looking arms and was a bit more muscular than she had expected, not too much but enough that it was impressive. “So I am guessing this is the girl?”
“My name is Shaquira,” she mumbled, not fond of being called just a girl.
That tenor voice spoke out. “Sorry about that, I’m guessing you are Shaquira? Or how Melessa says sometimes. The skilled but annoying little girl that had no sense of time!”
“It is not that bad,”
“It is really bad,” Melessa corrected. “And this is my solution to this problem. Alphonso is gonna be watching you like a hawk, anytime you are late and he catches you, well I think you know what he is known for. He has already agreed to not do anything unless you agree, cause we do want to help you because as you get older this is not gonna be handled with such grace and mercy. You are gonna be fired from jobs if you show up late, you are gonna be asked to leave classes, be late for exams and fail. I like you a lot, Shaquira and if you hadn’t forced my hand, than I wouldn’t have to ask for his.” Her cheeks even flushed for a moment as she then added. “And I will speak from experience that his hands ain’t a fun time.”
“You mean you have.”
“Yes,” Melessa added. “And I trust him.” Melessa then fixed the darker skinned girl with a firm look. “So your choice is either you accept the coach's punishment or you accept mine.”
Shaquira felt her arms go limp as she hung her shoulders and head. “Fine, if the captain trusts you then I will too… but can I make one request?”
“By all means,” Alphonso spoke.
“Can I never get it on my bare booty?” She mumbled quietly.
“I am fine with that, but as your captain probably knows.” Melessa's face turned beet red. “It often doesn’t make that much of a difference.”
A small smile appeared on Shaquira’s face. “Oh we will see.” She thought to herself. “Besides, how much of an eye is he gonna keep on me anyway?”
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“Crap, Crap, Crap!” Shaquira told herself over and over again as she finally reached the gates of the school. She was running ten minutes late for school, it wasn’t her fault that her favorite show had aired a back to back special so late at night. So of course she had to stay up all night posting on Twitter and reading other’s comments. (I refuse to call it X lol) As soon as she entered the large courtyard of the school, she heard a familiar voice call out to her. “Man, Melessa was not kidding, you are really bad at being on time.” Shaquira hesitantly turned around to see Alphonso leaning up against a nearby wall.
“W-What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” Alphonso walked over towards the girl. “I am pretty sure that Melessa told you that I was gonna keep an eye on you.” He looked down at the cheap watch on his wrist. “And it looks like you are a grand total of ten minutes late for school.”
“Y-Yeah… so I am gonna go ahead and get to class before I am too late.” As she went to turn around the boy placed a hand on her shoulder. “I-I gotta get to class.” She whined.
“Oh trust me this won’t take more than a minute.” She gasped as the boy bent her over at the hip and then he landed several hard swats on her skirt covered bottom. Each swat made her jump a bit in place as a few soft yelps escaped her mouth. He than helped her hand stand up and gave her a slight push in the right direction. “Now get to class, and if you are late again I am gonna double them.”
Shaquira pouted as she rubbed her backside with one hand and once she was sure that he was no longer looking. She dropped the act just a bit and smirked. She had worn three extra pairs of panties just in case, since he made a promise to not lower her panties during this. As long as she kept it up and made it look painful then she was sure she would survive this little experiment by her team captain.
If only she truly knew the boy she was trying to pick, and the amount of girls that had tried that same trick on him.
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Shaquira had just turned the corner on her way to third period math, once again running far later than she wanted too. Again it was not her fault, she just had to go outside really quick and snap a picture of the family of bunnies that lived in the north courtyard, they were always out playing during this time of the day. As she entered the hallway she could see that boy standing in the hallway. “W-Why are you here?!” She cried out with a small stomp of her foot.
Alphonso pointed towards the nametag that was pinned to his dark green shirt. “I’m one of the hall monitors for 3rd period classes. And you are once again late for class, by” He took a moment to look at his watch. “I think seven minutes, that time two is fourteen.”
Shaquira pouted once more but there was an odd sense of joy that at least someone was truly gonna try and help her with this internal clock of her’s. “W-Well you can’t just spank me in the hallway,” she said in a hushed voice. “Someone might hear.”
“Yeah I know, which is why you are gonna meet me in the 2nd floor of the schooling building, room 205 during lunch.” He stated firmly as he walked towards her. Shaquira pressed her back against the wall as he did, keeping her bottom pressed to the wall she was not gonna risk a warming swat of any kind. Even with three pairs of panties on they still managed to sting a lot. “Oh and two more things,” he said as he passed by her. “One you are gonna tell me if you are late to the fourth period and trust me if you lie to me I will know.”
“O-Okay.”
“And two,” he turned back at her and smirked. “Your spanking is gonna be over your panties, but only one set of them so you can take those extra off or you will get more swats two for each pair you might be wearing.” Her dark cheeks took on a darker shade as he turned the corner.
“Damn it!”
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The older floors of the school building creaked with each step she took towards her dreaded location. Shaquira moved as slowly as she could hoping that maybe if she got there too late that she would be able to avoid what was coming. Her plan to take her time and eat lunch with her friends didn’t work as Melessa came over and whispered in her ear. “Stop stalling or I will take you there myself.” Once she arrived at room 205 the door was already open and she could see Alphonso was sitting inside eating a salad that had way too much chicken on it than it should have. “I’m here,” she announced as she shut the door with a bit of an attitude. She was normally a very cheerful girl but rightnow she was frustrated with herself for being in this position. That brief spanking she had gotten earlier that morning was just enough to show her that this was not gonna be very fun. “Can we get this over with!” Not wanting to sound too rude to the slightly older boy she added a soft. “Please and thank you.”
“How late were you to fourth period?”
Shaquira sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “10 minutes.”
She heard Alphonso take a deep breath. “How were you ten minutes late for class?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do know, and if you start being honest with why you tend to be so late than it would help fix this much easier.”
“Well how are you always on time!” Shaquira snapped but then hung her head a bit. “I’m sorry… it’s just really REALLY frustrating.”
“Well how about we talk first and then handle your spanking next, I believe we are at 34.” Shaquira took a seat beside the slightly darker skinned boy. He took a moment to pour her a cup of what looked like ice tea. “I don’t really drink tea.”
“It’s not tea, I forgot to get more so this is flavored water, fruit punch edition.”
She took one sip and looked back at him in surprise. “How is it so cold?”
“I keep it in the teacher’s lounge freezer for an hour and then fridge. Helps when you babysit Mrs. Carter’s kids on the weekend sometimes.” He explained before asking her. “Why do you think you are so late all the time?”
“I try not to be sometimes… It's just hard.” She admitted. “I get sidetracked really easily, there is a family of bunnies that only comes out before 3rd period and I like watching them. They remind me of the animals from my hometown. 4th period is close to the gym for me so I go there to at least burn a bit of energy out before I have to sit through boring history…” Shaquira sighed and began to twirl one of her many black braids around her fingers. “I also tend to watch a lot of tv at night and over sleep, and than for-”
Alphonso gently interrupted her. “Don’t have a watch or even a phone that you can set, or maybe it is time that you cut a few things out that are causing you to be really late.” He suggested.
“I do have an alarm set but it has my favorite song set and it ends up keeping me asleep or I find myself singing along to it.” She looked over to see the boy had his head in his hands and his shoulders were shaking, muffled laughter escaping his mouth. “It’s not that funny!”
“I-I’m sorry,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just I am starting to understand how to help you.”
“And is this way to help gonna keep my bottom from hurting?”
“Oh no you are gonna get spanked each time I find you late, unless you can let me convince Melessa to change her mind.” Alphonso patted her on the back, his touch much more gentle than she was expecting. “You see the world and your actions like a child, and the best way I can help you is to treat you like a child.”
“I am not a child,” Shaquira countered with a soft pout.
“That pout is only proving my point, and it is not a bad thing that you are like this. If anything that is why so many people like you and why so many teachers give you a pass on being late. I can help you, in a few ways and I think they will work, I don’t want you to just see me as some guy that your captain has spank you. I want to be like a big brother to help you get better at this, to punish you when you need it and to praise you when you succeed.”
Shaquira uncrossed her arms a bit. “I-I wouldn’t mind having a big brother to help me.” She said in a hushed voice. “I don’t like being so late, I wanna get better and if you can help with that. Then I would like that, I already have a lot of people that see me like a little sister, one more wouldn’t hurt.”
“Then if you don’t mind, can I see your phone?”
Alphonso did a few things for the girl, one together they went and set up alarms for the most important things for the girl such as when she could be leaving for class. When she should be leaving for practice, and school. He had given her his number with promises to call her or text her before bed and remind her to start getting ready for bed. He even promised to make a stop by her place to pick her up for school if she wanted too.
All that would help her and all would also keep track of his new little sister and if these did come late than her backside would pay the price for this.
A backside that was about to face 40 swats in total, 34 for being late to her classes and an extra six for a bit of pouting Shaquira had shown while they worked on this. She was pulled over Alphonso’s lap, her skirt lifted up and tucked into the waist. Her choice of undies for the day only helped him come to terms that this was the right call to help her. An adorable pair of pink panties with different colored hearts decorating the butt. Shaquira tensed as Alphonso patted her exposed backside a few times, it was soft to the touch and rounded from years of sports.
“Can we maybe take all of this back?” She asked kicking her legs a bit as the boy pulled her closer to his side, putting her rump in prime spanking position.
Her answer came when he brought his hand down across the center of her backside making her yelp from pain. Her cries only got louder as she faced the first true spanking of her entire life.
And it hurt more than she thought!
All she could do was count the swats that came across her backside, each swat bringing more fire to her already burning rump. After not being spanked all her life, her backside was more sensitive to the swats that came down. This was nothing in comparison to the few swats he gave her this morning, there she had three pairs of panties and a skirt to protect her rump.
Now she only had one.
And if she kept being late, he had promised her that that one pair of panties would be at her ankles.
“23, 24, 25!” Shaquira counted in her head as she squirmed back and forth, tears starting to build in her eyes, her knuckling turning white from how hard she was gripping the chair legs. She didn’t want to risk any extra swats that might come if she put her hands back. She began to sob lightly as this sting and burning started to spread around her backside. “I won’t be late!” She managed to cry out.
“I hope you won’t.” Alphonso said as he landed two sharp swats to the area that her panties didn’t cover.
“That is not fair!” She sobbed. “Y-You said you would spank me over my panties.”
“No I said that you could keep your panties up.” He replied as he landed the last seven spanks on this part of her bottom. “I never said I would only spank the spots they covered.” As those last spanks feel on her backside, he carefully lifted her up off his lap and hugged her small frame close to his chest.
A part of Shaquira was grateful for this as she had not only gained a new friend, she had also gained a big brother to keep her safe and on time.
One spanking at a time.
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A/N: Hello all I am really grateful for the support so far on this story. I write pretty fast and with me having a break from college for a bit, I have too much freetime on my hands. So I am gonna try and do as much as I can. I have not forgotten about part two that features Jenny but I am coming up with a better idea for that so that will come soon. Also don’t be surprised if you see Shaquira in a few more episodes for this first season, and how her relationship with her new big brother is gonna grow.
And hopefully for her backside she will gain a good track of time.
I would love a few reviews here or there or even suggestions for characters that might want to see here and if you want I can leave a link next time for the AI site I use that has brought so many characters of mine to life. It doesn’t always get them right but I feel like lately they have been spot on.
Until next time.
Bye Bye.
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