The Van Frankenburg's

Two

I stood in the corner. I was in big trouble. Ben rarely yells or tells me to go away. I pissed him off and now I was going to pay for it. I shouldn't have sworn or been such a brat. I pulled my hair slightly and cried. I hate getting in trouble.

"Don't do that to yourself." Ben said as I heard him come into my room. "Come here."

I stayed in the corner. I didn't want him to know I was already crying. I didn't want him to think I was a little kid. If I didn't cry, he couldn't coddle me.

"Aubrey." He warned.

"Ben, please?" I begged, biting my lip again.

"Now!" His voice was harsh.

I quickly turned around and looked at him. I shouldn't be in trouble. All I wanted was to go to the damn park.

I looked at him. His face didn't look angry, but I knew what was coming next. I looked at the floor and then back at him. He was waiting and I knew he would wait for as long as he thought was needed.

"Aubrey, come here." This time, his voice was gentle, almost as if I weren't in trouble.

"Please, don't spank me!" I cried and placed my forehead in the middle of his chest.

"What's the matter?" He asked, gently pulling me into his arms.

I hardly ever act this bad, so I guess he must know something's up. I contemplated telling him what was going on. If he knew, I wouldn't have to keep lying. If I told him, James would hate me. Nobody wants their twin to hate them.

"J-Jay!" I sobbed into his shoulder.

He rubbed my back in slow circles and sat down on my bed. I could tell him. He could fix it. He can always fix it.

"Hey, Bree, calm down a bit." He whispered.

"Benny, he's bad!" I cried. "You don't get it! He's really bad!"

"Aubrey, calm down." He ordered.

I wiped the tears from my face and started to focus on being able to speak to him properly. He needed to know. James needed him to know.

"James is doing drugs." I looked up at him through my watering eyes.

He pulled me closer to him and let me cry a bit more. He understood. I felt bad that I ratted him out, but he needed help.

"How long?" He asked seriously.

"Two months." I whimpered. "Please, don't be mad at me! I promised not to tell! Please, Benny!"

"Aubrey, calm down." He said again. "You're okay, pretty girl. I get it. This doesn't excuse your behaviour though."

I sighed and stood up, wiping the rest of my tears from my face. I needed to pull myself together before I could get it over with.

He pulled the chair out from my desk and set it in the middle of the room. Sitting down, he looked at me, indicating I needed to come over. I didn't move. I didn't want to be in trouble.

"Come here." He instructed.

Hesitantly, I walked over to him. He grabbed my arm and placed me over his leg. Locking my legs under one of his, he tugged my bottoms down.

"Ben!" I protested, covering my now bared bottom with my hands. "Put them back up!"

"Excuse me?" He sounded shocked. "You are in no position to be disrespectful right now."

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.

"Thirty for cussing, twenty for disobeying and twenty for being disrespectful." He told me.

"Ben, that's seventy!" I cried. "Please don't do seventy! I promise I'll be good!"

"Enough!" He practically told me to shut up.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch!" I cried. "Ben, I really am sorry!"

The first ten came without a warning and stung like crazy. I could barely keep my legs still and we'd barely started. Ben spanked the hardest out of all my brothers.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"That was for cussing." He told me.

"Okay!" I cried. "Please, stop! Please, don't give me any more! It really hurts, Benny!"

I was a crying mess over his lap. I kept pushing my tears off of my face and reminding myself not kick. I could barely do anything I was telling myself. Don't scream. Don't kick. Don't make crying sounds.

"How many are you receiving for disobeying?" He asked.

"Twenty, sir." I whimpered.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Stop! Stop!" I cried. "Please?!"

He simply ignored me and continued on with my punishment.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"BEN!" I screamed, placing my hands on my face, trying desperately not to put them back. "SORRY!"

"That was for disobeying. When one of us tells you yes or no, you are to listen. Am I understood?" He sounded so strict.

"YES!" I screamed through my tears.

SMACK!

"Yes, what?" I knew the correct way to answer him.

"YES, S-SIR!" I wasn't able to control my voice anymore.

"Good. How many are you receiving for being disrespectful?" He asked.

"T-t-twenty, sir!" I cried.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I threw my hands back to cover my bottom. It hurt so bad I was desperate for anything to make him stop.

"Move your hands right now or we start again." He warned me.

"BENNY!" I screamed. "NO MORE!"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He asked, sounding almost shocked.

"NO!" I sobbed, pulling my hands up to my face again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Without thinking, I threw my hands back again. I couldn't help it. My butt hurt so much and all I wanted was for him to stop. He hit everywhere. Sit spots, left, right, in the middle, up high. It all hurt so much!

"Aubrey, do I need to hold your hands?" He asked, sounding neither mad or upset.

"YESSS! SIRRR!" I managed to answer him correctly.

He pinned them to my lower back and shifted me forwards so he would be able to hit my sit spots more effectively. I simply sobbed into his leg, rapidly kicking my own legs to no avail.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"That was for being disrespectful." He said, pulling me off of his lap and into his chest. "All is forgiven, Bree. It's okay."

"IT HURTS!" I bawled, before trying to quiet my voice. "It hurts so bad!"

"I know. I know." He sighed.

"Hold me!" I cried when he put me down. "Benny, no!"

"Bree, you don't want lotion right now?" He asked.

"NO!" I screamed, putting my arms up.

He pulled my back into his arms, holding me like a toddler and rocking from side to side. I cried into his shoulder.