The college student buried herself deeper under the blanket on the couch, pulling it over her head. "I don't want to go to the party on Friday," she said with a pout.
"Come on, Sydney, this will be fun," Gabriel said as he sat down on the couch next to his friend.
"I don't know anyone who'll be there," she complained.
"I'll be there," he pointed out. "And besides, that's the point – meeting new people. We've been at this college for a month now, and you still haven't really talked to anyone. And if you keep shutting yourself up in your room, you won't."
"But they'll make fun of me," she grumbled.
He raised an eyebrow. "Is this the whole 'nerd' thing again?" He sighed. "We're not in high school anymore. No one's going to tease you for that – and if they do, I'm going to have a talk with them." Gabriel was slightly over six foot, with a figure that clearly showed that he was an active sportsman. People rarely gave him trouble, and so far, no one had ever done it twice.
He was the kindest, most considerate person that she knew, and Sydney had to admit that he was also quite good-looking. Over the past year or so, she'd developed strong feelings for her old friend, but was too shy to say it out loud, and so far, he hadn't picked up on any of her hints. Sydney was a timid, petite nerd who avoided exercise and sunshine as much as possible. In her opinion, her hair was too red, she had too many freckles, and she lacked the curves, dress sense, and confidence that guys like Gabriel were probably looking for. If she could stay in a corner of the room and avoid attention, that was fine with her.
He pulled the blanket off her head, gently tussling her hair. She hated it when someone did that, but she didn't mind when it was him. "And besides, do you think you'll be the only nerd at this party? This is college, after all. If there aren't at least a few nerd girls here, I'll eat my hat."
"You don't have a hat," she pointed out.
He nodded. "That's true. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to eat, then?"
"Me," she whispered to herself, blushing.
He turned to her. "Did you say something? I didn't quite hear you."
"No, I said nothing," she insisted.
He smiled at her. "Will you go to the party for my sake?" He placed his hand on her knee.
She looked away, grumbling to herself. Gently, he placed his hand on her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. She blushed. "All right, I'll go to the party with you."
He grinned. "Do you promise? You're not going to back out of this later? I think it would be good for you to meet people – make some new friends."
"I promise." She sat up, placing her hand on her heart. "I solemnly swear that I will go to the party with you on Friday." She leaned back. "Does that satisfy you, or do we need to make a pact? Because I'm not great at dealing with blood."
"Your promise is enough," he chuckled. "I'll be here at six, and we'll walk there together. How does that sound?"
She nodded, and returned her attention to the TV show they had been watching.
On Friday evening, Gabriel had picked out a short-sleeved shirt and dark trousers – nice-looking, without being too formal. He approached Sydney's apartment and rang the doorbell. A sunken feeling appeared in his stomach when he realized how long it took for her to open the door; he hadn't expected her to be waiting at the door, bouncing with excitement, but it still shouldn't take this long.
Finally, she opened the door. Judging from the old shorts and worn t-shirt she was wearing, and the way her hair looked like she'd just woken up, she wasn't in a hurry to leave the house. "Oh, Gabriel," she said, as if surprised to see him. "I meant to call you. I'm... I'm sick today, so I'm staying home."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said sympathetically. "Are you very ill?"
She bit her lip nervously. "N-no, not very. In fact, I think I'll be well again tomorrow. I just need a nice evening at home, get some rest, you know?" She fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt, staring at his shoes.
He sighed. Sydney had never been a very good liar. "Have you been outside today?" She shook her head without lifting her gaze. "Have you eaten anything?"
"Of course!" she said indignantly.
He looked at the empty crisp packet on the table. "Let me rephrase that. Have you eaten any FOOD today?"
She shrugged, looking quite uncomfortable.
"Let me try to guess what is happening here," he said. He placed a gentle hand under her chin, once again forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You've been playing video games and eating crisps all day. You're nervous about the party, so you decided break your promise, and then chose to lie to me and pretend you're sick."
She bit her lip, and from the look on her face, he realized that he'd been right.
"Let's go inside," he said as he let go of her face, and she stepped aside to let him enter. Closing the door behind him, he gently grabbed her shoulder and steered her toward the couch. She sighed as he sat down, mentally preparing herself for yet another lecture from Mr Perfect about keeping your promises, telling the truth, eating vegetables, going outside, and boring stuff like that.
He grabbed her arm and gently pulled her forward, and she found herself falling over his lap. She tried to rise, but he held her down as he carefully pushed her forward. Her legs and torso were now resting on the couch, with her backside raised over his lap. She frowned in confusion. What was going on? Why was she lying over her best friend's lap, her bottom in the air? What was he planning to do?
He raised his hand and delivered a sharp smack to the seat of her shorts, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise. This was followed by a series of similar slaps, and she kicked her legs.
"Ouch! What the hell are you doing!?"
"I'm giving you a spanking," he explained calmly.
"Yeow! And why are you – eek! Why are you doing that?" she said indignantly, giving another squeal as his firm palm continued to impact her slim bottom.
"When you decided to break your promise to me and drop the party, did you contact me and let me know that?" he said, his voice revealing just how disappointed he was with her. "No, you didn't. You waited until I arrived, then lied to my face by telling me you were sick." He started to spank her even harder, causing her to wince. "That's not how a grown woman acts; those are the actions of a little girl, so that's how I'm going to treat you."
She could feel tears at the edges of her eyes already; being spanked was certainly no picnic, but being scolded by him and knowing how disappointed he was with her, was somehow worse. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was starting to wonder whether she deserved it.
"And laying on the couch all day, not eating anything?" He shook his head. "You are going to start taking care of yourself, and you're going to start NOW."
"I ate something," she protested with a pout. "I had some crisps."
He paused, hand in the air while he stared at her in disbelief. She wanted to feel relieved that the spanking had stopped, but there was something ominous about the silence.
Suddenly, he grabbed the waistband of her dark cotton shorts. Before she had time to react, he'd pulled them down to her knees, revealing her pink cartoon underwear. She squealed and blushed – the Hello Kitty underwear probably did little to disabuse him of the notion that she was acting like a child.
While her shorts had been quite thin, they had provided more protection than she would have expected – which she discovered when he continued to spank her wriggling rear end. She was now squirming over his lap, forcing him to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her in place. However, since he was an athlete and she was a petite woman who regarded exercise as something invented by Satan, there was little chance that she would escape.
"Are you learning your lesson, young lady?" he said as he continued to spank her.
"Let me up, you monster!" she yelled, wincing in pain as she tried to hold back the tears. "Stop it! I hate you!"
"Hate me all you want," he said, "but you need to start loving yourself and treating yourself right. Shutting yourself inside your room and living off crisps isn't helping." Despite his apparent calmness, Gabriel hoped she was just angry at the moment – he really didn't want this to form a wedge between them. But he could not stand idly by and watch her ruin herself anymore, and if this spanking WAS going to destroy their friendship, he would make sure it was a proper one.
His hand moved swiftly from cheek to cheek, delivering sound smacks that made her howl and squirm. Tears were now flowing freely down her face. Her entire bottom was burning as if she'd sat in a campfire, and she wondered how it could possibly get worse.
That's when he placed his fingers in the waistband of her underwear.
Her face grew pale, and she whimpered softly to herself. He couldn't be thinking of baring her bottom, could he? That would just be TOO humiliating to survive. To tell the truth, she'd had a few dreams about Gabriel taking her panties down, but in very different circumstances and for a different purpose; the reality was far less awesome.
"Hopefully, you'll learn a good lesson from this," he said. Ignoring her groans, he lowered her panties to join her shorts around her knees.
As his firm hand started to spank her bare bottom, she howled and kicked her legs, trying her best to squirm out of the way of his palm. But no matter how much she wriggled or kicked, every smack landed where he wanted it to.
Soon, she was sobbing, promising to do anything he wanted if only he would stop. Before long, even that was too much – she was laying limply over his lap, with no strength left to fight or even plead. She felt truly chastised.
Once he was satisfied that she'd been punished enough, she found herself being lifted up and gently seated on his lap. He hugged her close, letting her cry into his shirt as he ran his fingers through her hair and told her that she was forgiven. She placed her hands around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
After a while, a dreamy smile appeared on her lips. She hadn't enjoyed the spanking at all, but the release of emotions felt wonderful – she hadn't cried like that in far too long. Despite the burning pain in her bottom, she felt happy. And finding herself in Gabriel's arms, being comforted, was even better than she'd dreamed off. She wanted this moment to last forever.
"I love you," she whispered before she realized what she was saying. "I've always loved you."
She felt his body tense, and realized that this time, he'd heard her. She wanted to look up at him and see his reaction, but she didn't dare – she kept her face buried in his shoulder, preferring to remain ignorant. But as she seconds slowly ticked away, she couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. She looked up to gaze into his eyes, and he leaned down and kissed her lips. Hungrily, with a desire she'd kept hidden inside for far too long, she kissed him back.
For a few minutes, they sat there in silence, gazing at each other. Finally, he seemed to awake from his stupor. "One thing," he said, lifting his index finger.
"What is it, darling?" she said. The word didn't feel right in her mouth – she would have to find something else to call him. Some pet name that was cute, yet manly.
"The next time I say we're going to a party and meeting people... we ARE going to a party."
She giggled. "I promise," she said. He raised an eyebrow, and with a shiver down her back, she realized what it would cost her if she broke that promise.
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