~FAILING IN REVERSE~ (spanking story)

Chapter 14/Part 2: End of Day 1 with Rami

There is this choice that stands before you now—to behave or not to behave. That, for you, seems to always be the dilemma. Seeing the tired lines on Kamilla's face makes you think that maybe you should shoot for kindness and give her a break. Plus, like, you are still very tired from the day. Although, still, you may be getting to the point of tiredness that you get grumpy, and if you get grumpy, there is no telling what you'll be capable of, what evil shit you'll come up with that'll definitely get your ass blistered at GED prep. It is possible.

Your plan for kindness works all fine and dandy until Kam starts berating you in the car about the way you decided to dress for tutoring tonight. Weird, considering she didn't have a problem with it when she saw you inside. Wow, yup, she made a choice today, to be bitchy. So fucking bitchy. It was supposedly a sweet gesture that she made cookies for the tutor though, but you wonder if that was all an attempt to get Wendy to take you back. Come on though. Another day off couldn't hurt. Kamilla could at least cut you a break, from the shit you had to put up with. If she only knew half of what Rami put you through today. All that sweat and blood and tears. Minus the blood.

"Now what are some things I expect of you before we go in?" Kamilla drills, continuing to be bitchy, as she stops you midway to Wendy's front door.

It takes every inch of you to keep from rolling your eyes. You manage a sweet, innocent voice, "Apologize to Wendy for scaring her the other day?"

Kam's face relaxes a little bit. "Yeah, that would be one, for sure. Now what about expectations in general?"

You pause to look anywhere but into her intense and probing eyes, until she pulls an ear with the hand that isn't holding her precious fucking bribe cookies.

"Ouch, motherfu-" you begin, wisely catching yourself before letting the "cker" escape your filthy mouth. Your ass really does need a break.

"What is your—" Pausing, with a longer than strictly necessary huff, you list out the stupid rules. "Basically don't be a dick. Don't swear or argue. Make sure your homework is done if there is any, which there won't be 'cause it's GED prep and not actual school—"

"I would recommend biting your tongue if you cannot control your very stinky attitude," Kam reminds, deciding to give up on the rule listing, and trudges toward the door again. If anyone has an attitude, it's her. Geez, since she's picked you up, she's been a growly bear.

As if to emphasize Kam's point about the attitude, you feel your phone buzz, and you check it when she's not looking. That's another rule. No phones at the table or at places like GED prep without express fucking permission. The hell? It's Rami. 'Cause of course it is. Why the hell would anyone mind their own business for a change? That'd be like asking for a pony that shits a million dollars, or even just a million dollars.

This is what the text says, "Hey bud, I hope you're behaving at GED prep. Ma says you're giving her attitude. Worries you had a worse day than we're letting on. You're gonna blow our cover, so knock it off. I'm trying to help you, not telling on you about all the crap you pulled today. Be good. Don't make me regret this. —R."

Long ass text. Suits the guy well. Why does he have to be EXACTLY like his goddamn mother? It's so fucking annoying. How are you gonna have a good attitude when people are attacking you all the time? This is a rigged game if you ever saw one. If they expect you to play by the rules, they need to play fair too.

Pocketing your phone before Kam can see, you reach the doorstep and let out a low groan. You're gonna hate this. Nothing against Wendy persay, but like, you'd rather go skydiving with your deathly phobia of heights than be here. That's just a fact.

Kami hesitates at the door, pouting at you a moment and pinching your chin. "Hey, chin up. It is one, and sometimes maybe two, hours of your life. It is really not a big deal."