Double Trouble

by Constance Masters

  “Um... I'm kind of in the city.”

  “What on earth are you doing in the city at this time and why didn't you tell your mother where you were going? She's been worried sick.”

  “I… I um… drove Becky and Kendall and some other girls here and I'm waiting to take them home,” he tried to explain. “I'm just waiting for them to ring, really, I thought it would be much earlier than this.”

  “Oh for heaven's sake,” his Dad said. “Where are they?”

  “Um, where exactly?”

  “You don't know?”

  “Well, no. They said they were going to try out a few of the bars until they found the best one.”

  “Look, I have to be up in a few hours and so do you.”

  “I know, Dad, I don't know what to do. Becky has the keys. I have no way of getting home.”

  “You have no way of getting home if they do turn up, son, you can't drive after midnight.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “That's a pretty big: oh, yeah.”

  Ryan went quiet; his dad wasn't happy. He was going to be grounded until he was old enough to drive after midnight.

  “It's a stupid rule.” Whoops... did he actually say that out loud? He held the phone away from his face while his dad yelled.

  “It isn't a rule, it's a law! I'm not going to argue with you now; I'm going to come get you! If she turns up in the meantime, call me.” Lance slumped against the side of the car and sighed. He'd probably end up having to give Becky back the money too.

  * * *

  Mike opened one eye and realized he was in the two-man tent by himself. He got up and went to see what had happened to Ryan. He found him sitting by himself in front of the fire, poking it with a stick.

  “You ok?”

  “Yeah, fine,” Ryan said with a small smile.

  “Ok, you don't sound exactly fine.”

  “I just miss Beck. I hope she's ok. I have a bad feeling.”

  “You know she'll be ok, I know her track record for finding trouble isn't great but she's grown up a lot.”

  “I know, it isn't really what I'm worried about. It's more the worry about the wedding and her Dad coming, and Tracy.”

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  “It's not your fault. It has to be fixed, really fixed. More importantly she has to want to fix it.”

  “She does. Only her idea of fixing it is to run Tracy off with shotgun.” Ryan smiled.

  “Pretty close to the truth sadly,” Mike chuckled.

  “How did you get through your own wedding?”

  “With the threat of the mother of all spankings if she actually did anything to Tracy and a firm hand every time she let her halo slip. It did help a little that they insisted in staying at the motel.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess they'll do the same this time.”

  “Nope. Although it appeared to help, I think it only put off the inevitable. Same as the time when we went to New York, we stayed in a hotel. I think this time we need to face this head on.”

  Mike raised his eyebrows. “Good luck.”

  “It'll be fine,” Ryan said with more conviction than he felt.

  * * *

  Lance jumped when the car door behind him banged shut.

  “This is the car you drove here?”

  “Uh huh. It's Ryan's.” Lance said quietly.

  “Geez, kid, this has to be brand new.”

  “Yeah it is. That's not why we took it. We took it because it could fit more people.” Lance's Dad shook his head.

  “Get in the truck.”

  “But...”

  “Get in the truck.” The frustrated and very tired man grabbed a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket and scrawled a note.

  Becky Hunter!

  I've had to come all the way from home to collect Lance. It's against the law for him to drive after midnight. If you've been drinking... which I'm sure you have, GET A CAB! I'll come get you tomorrow and we can pick up the car. DO NOT DRIVE YOURSELF!!!

  John

  “I'm sorry, Dad,” Lance tried.

  “Save it boy,” John said.

  Lance gulped. This was worse than he thought. His dad then glanced sideways at him. “You're in trouble, Lance, but I'm more angry at Becky. She's the adult. I'd like to think that you wouldn't have driven though if it was after midnight.”

  “Oh, I wouldn't have,” Lance said as sincerely as he could.

  Uh huh, John thought, they both knew that if he'd had the keys he would've driven.

  * * *

  Becky led the eight very pink, not so sparkly anymore, very drunk and disorderly girls towards the car after they were finally kicked out of the bar. When they got there, there was no Lance. She tried to call him but her fingers couldn't seem to work her phone.

  “Letsh mee,” Kendall said, snatching Becky's phone. “Soff,” she mumbled. Kendall said staring at the phone like it might change its mind.

  “Oh nosh,” Becky said. “Havesh to take it home.” She ran her hand lovingly over her husband's baby and slid right off the edge and sat with a plop on her bottom. She opened her purse and dug out the keys. The other girl's eyes widened.

  “You can't drives Becksh. Too drunksh.”

  “Nah...” Becky said, peering at the keys.

  “Uuhhuh,” Another girl said. “Are...”

  Another picked up the scrawled note from the windscreen. “I thinksh ya gotsh a ticket,” she said, trying to focus on the piece of paper.

  “Oh noeshh,” Becky said with a wince. She scrambled to her feet and snatched the note and they all peered at. “Bettser go home,” she slurred.

  “Imma getta cab.” Their friend Caroline said. Becky was past caring and waved them away. She beeped the button several times in a row inadvertently popping and un-popping the locks.

  “Go wif them if you wants,” she said to Kendall with a frown at the stupid key button that wouldn't cooperate. It never occurred to her that it was the person trying to use it.

  Kendall put her arm around her friend, “Nah,” she said.

  * * *

  While Becky and Kendall struggled with the car's locks, the other girls managed to get a couple of cabs without much trouble.

  “Gots it,” Becky said finally, getting the door to open. Becky and Kendall were determined to get Ryan's precious new car home safely. It wasn't feasible to leave it parked in the city by itself. The fact that it would have been possibly safer parked in the middle of a busy intersection, than with either one of them driving it, did not seem to occur to either of them.

  Becky clutched the wheel tightly and peered through the windscreen like being up close would help.

  “You ok?” she asked her friend.

  “Yep,” Kendall said sleepily.

  By some miracle, Becky managed to get the car all the way out of the city without hitting anything. She wasn't exactly chatty though, especially as Kendall was snoring next to her. “You sleep,” she said, “I'mma lookising after you,” she muttered. She steered the car as best she could down the quiet country road, swerving this way and that all over the road as she weaved Ryan's car back to Kendall's house.

  Elation hit her as Kendall's gate came into view at last. She narrowed her eyes so that she could focus on the entrance to the driveway, but it didn't help. She turned messily and crashed straight into the gate. Her eyes bounced open as wide as they were capable and she panicked. She put the car into reverse to try and undo the damage and then slammed on the brakes as she heard the metal crunch again. It was stuck on the gate.

  “Oh no!” she said.

  The loud noise had woken Kendall and she nodded. “That sounds bad,” she said. They climbed out to assess the damage.

  Becky started to cry. It was the last straw.

  “So’k,” Kendall said. “Mikesh hash toolsh. We can fixsh it.” Becky looked up hopefully. See that's why she loved Kendall. She always knew what to do. They'd make the car like new and Ryan would never know.

  * * *

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p; “Ready to hit the hay?” Mike asked.

  “Yeah. Home tomorrow. I can't wait to see her,” Ryan said with a sigh.

  “Yeah I miss Kendall too,” Mike said.

  They both put their empty beer cans in the trash as they headed for the tent to get some shuteye before they headed for home in the morning.

  Something was still biting at Ryan and he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He tossed and turned in the tight hot sleeping bag, finally unzipping it to let in some air. He sensed that whatever this feeling was, that it had nothing to do with Becky's Dad or Tracy, he just hoped that whatever they'd gotten up to at their party, she was ok. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

  As he drifted into sleep his mind went back to their last visit to New York. They'd stayed at a hotel but they had gone there to visit Geoff, and of course Tracy, although from Becky's point of view that was only because it couldn't be avoided...

  “It's only three days, Becky. You can hold your tongue and be nice for three days.”

  Becky folded her arms and pouted. “You can say that as many times as you want, but I'm warning you that I just may not be able to. I hate that witch and I don't trust her,” she said, her arms folded in protest.

  Ryan narrowed the space between them and lowered his voice. “Then you will pretend to like her. We're going to be in Tracy's home. You don't disrespect someone in their own home.”

  Becky smiled but he knew she was only humouring him, or saving her own ass. Hmm, well, it would only be a temporary reprieve if she started anything.

  “Let's just go and get it over with,” she said.

  “Good girl,” he agreed, kissing her gently and giving her bottom a warning squeeze. “I think.”

  Becky giggled.

  “Please... be nice.”

  “Nice as pie. I'll be so nice you won't even recognize me,” she said.

  “Uh huh.” Ryan had that feeling that you get when things are about to go awry.

  “Becky honey,” Geoff said, pulling open the door and pulling his daughter into his arms. “Oh, I missed you.”

  “I'm still there, Daddy, in my home,” she said ever so slightly acidly. The hand on the small of her back slipped lower and squeezed. “You know you're welcome to visit us anytime,” she amended.

  “Thanks, honey, we will.” The older man held his hand out to shake Ryan's and then pulled him into a hug as well. “Good to see you too, Son.” Ryan smiled.

  “Dad,” he said. It still felt a little awkward but kind of nice too.

  “Where's Tracy?” Becky asked with a smile.

  Ryan was pretty sure she was only smiling at the hope that she maybe wasn't there.

  “In the kitchen. She gave the cook the night off. She wanted to cook for you herself.”

  Ryan looked seriously at Becky. “That was nice of her, Beck, wasn't it?”

  “Um... yeah… it was,” she answered. She suddenly brightened, that should have been a clue. She kissed her husband before disappearing to the kitchen. “I'm gonna see if she needs any help.”

  “She seems a little better, don't you think?”

  “Yeah she does,” Ryan said. A little too good, he couldn't help but think.

  Ryan took the drink Geoff offered him with a smile and then greeted Tracy as she came into the room.

  “Hi Ryan,” she said. “Becky looks well and happy,” she said.

  “She's trying,” he said with a grin. He was really proud of his young wife. She WAS really trying and he knew this wasn't easy for her. “Where is she?”

  “She's stirring the pot,” Tracy said. “While I came and said hello. She offered even.”

  Ryan gave Becky a quick hug as they found their way to their places at the table. After a half an hour of small talk and pleasant chat, Tracy served the dinner they all sat down to eat. They all seemed like one happy family until the first bite of the food was taken.

  Geoff discretely spat his mouthful into his napkin. Tracy did the same and her face flushed red. She looked sideways at Becky but she wasn't going to give the girl the satisfaction of seeing that she'd gotten to her.

  “I'm so sorry,” she said, “I must have read the recipe wrong.”

  Ryan disposed of his own mouthful and then took a drink of water. He didn't have any qualms about letting Becky see what he thought. He glared in her direction and she coughed nervously into her napkin while her eyes danced happily. Tracy scooped up the offending meal and whisked it back to the kitchen where she was was looking for a number to phone Chinese food.

  “It's not hard to make a mistake when you're cooking,” Becky said. Ryan looked at the perfectly baked homemade biscuits. Tracy wasn't a novice cook and this hadn't been a mistake. This had Becky written all over it. He was going to get to the bottom of it one way or another, pun completely intended.

  * * *

  Becky was very quiet on the way back to the hotel. Ryan didn't mention the incident again, but they both knew what was coming. His wife knew what she'd done and she knew that Ryan knew.

  “Clothes off and stand in the corner... now,” Ryan said in a low tone when they got back to their hotel room.

  “Ryan, I...”

  “Don't even try to lie or justify what you you did.”

  “I wasn't. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I let you down.”

  “You let YOU down. Now do as your told.”

  Becky opened her mouth but then closed it again.

  Becky slowly removed each article of clothing, dragging out the inevitable until the last possible moment. Finally, completely naked, she stood with her face in the corner, her soft pale skin warming under his intent glare. He didn't love punishing her but he did love to look at her naked form in the corner. She was at her most vulnerable to him as she stood there with nothing to hide. He watched her as the cogs of her mind turned over. She nervously twisted a blonde hair around her finger and shifted her weight from one trembling leg to the other. He could tell the she was feeling the anticipation of what was about to happen; that the reality of what put her in that position was tumbling around her mind. When her movements stilled, he knew she was ready.

  “Come on over, Becky,” he said. She turned slowly, the few naked steps to where her husband was waiting for her on the bed, taking her much longer than it should. “Why are you about to be spanked?” His eyes begged her to tell the truth. He really didn't want to have this trip end up with a harsher punishment for lying.

  Becky sighed and put her head down with shame. “I put a bag of salt in the dinner.”

  Ryan shook his head. “And is that how a grownup behaves?”

  “No.”

  “Did you not promise me you'd be good?”

  “Yes, I'm sorry, and I know I will have to apologize to Tracy.”

  “Yes you will, and you'll behave for the rest of the trip or I'll use the hairbrush.”

  “I will, I promise.”

  “I might even have you cut a switch.”

  “I'll be good,” she said, her eyes widening with horror.

  Ryan took Becky's hand and made her comfortable across his knee. She closed her eyes tight and clung to her husband's jeans for support.

  Becky squealed when his hand landed hard on her naked flesh. The sheer force of that first smack pushed her forward and he could feel her small hands grip his leg even tighter.

  “Ow!!! Ryan!!!”she yelled.

  “Shhh,” he gently reminded her. “We're not at home.”

  He could tell she was holding her breath as his rhythmic spanks heated her rear end.

  “Breath,” he said.

  “Ryan, it hurts,” she cried as softly as she could.

  His hard punishing hand spanked up and down, all over her quivering ass cheeks, down each thigh causing her to kick her legs desperately to avoid the sting. He scissored one of his legs over hers to keep her still while his large hand spanked each crease at the underside of her bottom. The once white skin was now bright red. Becky burst into tears and sob
bed into Ryan's leg as he landed the last few smacks low on her bottom making her squeal. He pulled her up into his arms and cuddled her while she calmed down. When her sobs quieted to hitched breaths he kissed her.

  “I'm sorry. She makes me so mad but I'll try harder,” she sniffed.

  “I know you can do it,” Ryan soothed.

  She nodded.

  Ryan smiled in his sleep as he imagined Becky in his arms and finally drifted into a more peaceful slumber.

  Chapter Two

  Becky and Kendall trudged up the driveway with great difficulty, in their high-heeled white boots, towards the new tool shed in the backyard of Kendall and Mike's brand new home.

  Becky took a minute to lean against the cool metal while she watched Kendall fumble through her purse for her keys. Once in hand, she had the monumental task of finding the right one, which would actually unlock the door. Becky tried to help but the situation only got worse when the whole bunch landed in the grass at their feet forcing them to start over. It took some time but finally the door creaked open and they were able to see what was inside. Not a lot. Not unless they planned to mow or weed whack the car off the gate. Even in their less than stellar state they knew that wouldn't work. Kendall pulled out a large sledgehammer from the back. In her hung-over muddled mind it made perfect sense...

  “What ya doin wist dat?” Becky drawled.

  Kendall didn't answer. She was starting to feel a little under the weather and they had to hurry to fix the car. Now it was stuck. She stopped and put the heavy hammer on the driveway for a second to get her breath. “Un-stick the car. Heavy.” She puffed out.

  Becky looked horrified. Not only had she managed to ruin her friends party, but now she was gonna finish her off by working her to death.

  “Shoorryy,” she whined, “I'll help.” Between the two of them they managed to get the large hammer down to the car.