He puts his hand firmly on my back and swiftly flips up my skirt.
"Are you even sorry?" He asks, sounding disgusted.
I gulp. I have no idea what to say, I'm not sorry, I'm furious! But if I keep denying it, he'll make it worse.
"I'm telling you, Alex, I didn't do it!" I protest desperately, putting my hands on the floor, and trying to pull myself up.
He presses his hand on my back. "Stop moving!"
I stop resisting and sniff. "I don't know why you're not believing me. Catherine was lying! She really gave me the cigarettes!" I cried, praying for him to believe me.
He takes a deep breath. He's frustrated with me. Well so am I!
"I want to believe you, Emma, I do, but I can't. I'm sure you know why" he says coldly, resting the horrid wooden spoon on my backside.
No, I don't know why!
I say nothing,
He sighs and wastes no time pelting my bottom with a fury of hard smacks with the dreaded piece of wood. He was not holding back.
I was stunned that he was already spanking me so hard and I immediately started squirming and kicking.
Why isn't he believing me when I've never denied anything bad I've done?!
Words can't describe how angry I am with him right now.
Whack! "Do you realise how bad smoking is? Especially at this age?" He scolded.
I shrieked loudly and bit my lip. I was determined not to cry but I knew it was inevitable.
To my lack of response, he smacked me another two times with the spoon on my sit spots, hard. "Tell me, Emma!"
Tears already started escaping my eyes.
"Y-yes" I mumbled curtly.
I felt him sigh as he continued to fiercely land the spoon onto my probably-red bottom in a rhythm.
Tears fell freely from my eyes as I gripped his pant leg tightly, twisting the fabric as I felt the burning heat quickly spreading all over my ass as he continued to spank me wordlessly, concentrating on the crease of my bottom.
I was screaming and kicking aimlessly, tears pouring down my face and onto my soft carpet, I feel my skin burning with each blistering swat.
After what felt like forever, he stopped momentarily, letting me breathe.
As I regained my breath, he continued with this undeserved torture for a few minutes, not letting up the speed or intensity.
"I never want to see you smoking again!" He scolded, swatting me harshly in between words.
"I won't!" I sobbed breathlessly.
"Good!" He chided, smacking my bottom one last time on my left cheek.
I lay there, feeling so hurt, betrayed, upset, and angry all at the same time. I had never felt this much hatred towards my brother before.
"So are you admitting it?" He asked a minute later after I had calmed down slightly.
"N-no!" I hiccuped, trying desperately not to cry again.
He sighed exasperatedly. "Bend over your desk Emma" he hissed.
I meekly stood up, resisting the urge to rub my butt. I very stiffly walk over to my desk and bend over it. I hear him unbuckle his belt and I immediately start to cry again. The thought of being spanked with the belt right after he'd just murdered my ass was too painful to imagine.
I hear him stop for a second after hearing my cries, but he dismisses it.
"Please d-don't" I stutter, my breath quickening.
My pleas fall on deaf ears as he silently puts his hand on my back to hold me down.
I put my head down and shut my eyes tightly, imagining I was anywhere else but in this horrid position.
"This is for the lying Emma. Think about how you would've been done by now If you had just admitted it" he said coldly, without a hint of sympathy in his voice. Oh no, I'm thinking about how I wouldn't even be here if he just believed his own sister. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I take a breath. "I'll never forgive you for this" I reply quietly, my voice wobbling.
The room is eerily quiet for a few seconds before he rests the folded belt on the lower part of my butt.
I shut my eyes tightly, bracing myself.
Not even a second later, the belt comes crashing down on my tender bottom.
"Count!'' he commands.
I shriek loudly and jump up, only to bend back over immediately before he gets mad. "O-one" I whisper. This goes on for a gruesome few minutes, though it feels like hours as he gives a long gap between each one, each time reigniting the searing pain on my poor ass, and in my heart.
By the time we get to 9, I'm bawling so hard I'm surprised I still have any tears left. I'm not sure how much more I can take, the combination of the betrayal and this awful spanking. I never realised how worse it feels when you know you don't deserve it one bit. I've been clenching my fists so tight that my knuckles are turning white. My skin feels like it's burning. I was going to feel this for days.
He rubs his thumb on my back. "One more kid," he says reassuringly.
His reassurance meant nothing. I wish I could slap his stupid hand off of my back. Actually, I wish I could slap him.
My arms are shaking as I take a deep breath. One more Emma. One more.
He raises the belt in the air and lands it soundly on my ass. "TEN!" I yell out in pain and jump up as he removes his hand from my back. He tosses his belt on my bed and comes towards me.
I back up towards the wall and put my hand out, stopping him. My vision is incredibly blurry from my puffy eyes and seemingly never-ending tears, but I could make out the crestfallen expression on his face. Good.
"Sweetheart, I-" he starts but I vigorously shake my head. "L-leave me alone" I manage to eek out, putting my head in my hands, trying to stop my tears.
He walks towards me and puts his hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me in a hug, but I immediately push him off. "P-please g-go," I say, bursting into a fresh set of tears.
I think he's concerned because I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. I'm never like this after a spanking. I mean I cry my eyes out, but I never hyperventilate or reject comfort.
I try to calm down just so he'd leave. "I-I meant what I said. I'll never forgive you for this. I d-didn't do it" I whisper. I don't let him respond as I storm into my bathroom and lock the door. I slump against the wall and continue to cry. It's not even because of the spanking at this point. I'm hurt. I feel betrayed. He's my brother, he's meant to believe me! He knocked on the bathroom door and called my name but I completely ignored him, and he eventually left.
At some point, I calm down. I take a look in the mirror, and I look like an absolute mess. My face was red, my hair was everywhere, my mascara was smudged, and my eyes are red and puffy. I don't even have the energy to wash my face.
I unlock my bathroom door and stiffly enter my room. Alex got me bad. I realise I'm still in my uniform, so I carefully get changed and flop on my bed. I hug my pillow, sniffling.
I shut my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Then I hear a knock on my door. "Go away" I mumbled, but the door opened anyway.
It was Alex. He looked upset, but nowhere near how upset I wanted him to feel.
"Leave me alone," I say, burying my face into my pillow.
"I'm not done talking about this Emma" he snaps, and I'm immediately taken aback by his tone.
He sighs. "I get you're upset, but we're talking about this," he says, slightly softer. I feel my bed dip as he sits by my feet.
"I have nothing to say to you, Alex. I'm not gonna admit to something I didn't do" I whimper, my voice low and muffled. I feel a lump in my throat and I bite my lip. I don't want to cry In front of him.
I could hear him sigh in frustration, but before he could respond I hear my door open.
"Emma, Catherine has been calling you non-stop. I've declined her calls but she keeps calling" he says annoyed, walking towards me. He hands me my phone and I lower the pillow from my face. He takes a step back after seeing my face, and he frowns sadly. I inwardly roll my eyes as I silently take my phone.
I have no intention of calling Catherine, I'm going to block the witch. Then she FaceTimes me. I let it ring, but Noah raises a brow. He gives me a look, telling me to answer it. I sigh and put on my best glare as I answer.
"Emma! I'm so- damn, what's wrong with your face?" She asks. Noah narrows his eyes, and he looks like he's going to say something, but I talk before he can.
"What do you want Catherine?" I hiss angrily, and both of my brothers look surprised.
"Girl, I'm so sorry I threw you under the bus! But I was with my parents, and it was on speaker! I can tell your brothers the cigarettes were mine now!" She says, and I scoff. Only if it were that simple.
I grit my teeth and furiously turn my phone to both of my brothers who were now standing in front of me, their jaws dropped, mouths agape.
"I told you" I hissed with as much venom I could muster.
I turned the phone towards me again and Catherine had turned her camera off. Coward.
"Never talk to me ever again Catherine" I grit, and I end the call.