Beautifying Bernadette: A BBW Romantic Comedy (The Jackson Tribe Book 1) (13 page)

He came and leaned over the back of the couch inches from her face. “First off, why are you here asleep on Bernadette’s couch, and more importantly, please tell me my baby sister did not partake of any alcohol last night.”

Ginny’s eyes widened when he put his face close to hers and her voice shook a little. “Well… I’m here because Bernie needed help cleaning for her parents coming into town tonight, and she wanted to have a sleepover. And well, I would love to tell you that, but I promised you when I was six I’d never lie to you again soooo… I can’t exactly say that, ya know? But it’s okay because we didn’t go anywhere or tell anyone. So Bernie won’t get in trouble for it.”

Levi raised his eyebrows. “Oh you will both be in so much trouble, but, you’re correct not with the law. Please go pack your things; you’re going home. Bernie and I have some things to talk about. Do you need a ride home or did you bring the car?”

Ginny realized now that her big brother was trying to get rid of her so he could discipline Bernie and she felt sick. “Yeah, I have the car, but LaLa, please don’t be mad at Bernie. I finally had someone who wasn't treating me like a baby and it felt good. She was just trying to include me. I only had one glass of each.”

“You’re not a baby, Ginny, but you are a seventeen-year-old girl. And you had no business touching alcohol and Bernie had no business offering it to you. She shouldn't even have been drinking if it was just the two of you here. There was no reason.”

He realized this was something he needed to talk with Bernie about and not include Ginny. He softened his tone. “She will be okay. I promise she won’t be mad at you and I am sure will have you over again real soon. But, young lady, I expect you to go straight home and tell Daddy exactly what you did here last night. Bernie will apologize to them later, but if Daddy doesn’t ground you from here ‘til forever, I’ll say he’s lost his touch and make an impression myself. Got it?”

Ginny licked her lips nervously and nodded. “Yes, sir. Got it.”

She adored her older brothers, and Levi was her favorite, but he was also the one she knew did not issue idle threats. “I’ll tell Daddy right away when I get home. I’m sorry, LaLa. I just wanted to be a grown up for a night.”

He gave her a quick hug. “I know, baby, and I am not mad. Just firm. This cannot happen again. I forgive you, and I’ll forgive Bernie, but y’all need to keep your fun age appropriate and legal from now on.”

Ginny hugged him back. “But doesn’t everything look beautiful? It only took us about three hours, and the way this place was I think that was new record from hoarders deluxe to pristine condition.”

She giggled for a second. She wasn’t judging Bernie per se, but it had been really bad.

Levi gave her a confused look. “Wait, she asked you to come over to clean her apartment for her? I thought it was already clean. She just needed to fix up the guest room.”

Ginny let out a sharp laugh, and then caught herself. “Uh, if that’s what she told you, then I don’t have anything to say.”

Levi realized he was putting her in an uncomfortable position so he smiled. “I must have misunderstood the scenario. All right, you get your stuff and go home. Talk to Daddy right away, understood?”

That wiped the grin off of her face and Ginny nodded glumly, packed up, and drove home somberly.

Levi strode over to the couch and sat down at Bernie’s feet. He started shaking her, lightly at first and then harder. “Bernadette… Ber-Nuh-Dette! Wake up! It’s time for you to wake up.”

Bernie groaned and opened her eyes slowly. When the sun coming from the window hit her, she let out a long whine and then pulled a pillow over her face. “Too. Much. Morning.”

Levi yanked the pillow off. “First off, you have to get up because we are supposed to be at the courthouse for Saul’s hearing in two hours.”

Bernie sat straight up. “Shit! I totally forgot!”

Then she grabbed her head and moaned. “Oh my God, I need Tylenol, stat. And my ass—fuck, Levi, my ass!”

Levi shook his head. “You can get some Tylenol in a minute. And if my suspicions are correct, your ass is about to get significantly more painful. Maybe the little pain you are currently experiencing will help you truly grasp this next part.”

He grabbed her chin, not very lightly. “I am going to ask a question and you are going to give me the full truth. Exactly how much alcohol did you serve to my underage sister?”

Bernie’s eyes widened. “Uh… a full glass of red wine and two shots of vodka in her daiquiri. But it wasn—”

He put his other finger over her mouth. “Shush. I’m still talking. How much alcohol did you personally have?”

He removed his finger, but continued holding her chin.

“Well… I…”

He glared at her.

“The rest of the bottle of wine, except for the glass she had, and four shots of vodka in my drink.”

Levi let go of her chin and ran his hands through his hair. “And the chores you told me you were doing last week, no, you told me you had already completed last week?”

Bernie looked sick to her stomach. “Um… I meant to. But Netflix switched out their shows and there were some really good ones added. And… I… got distracted. I didn’t mean to lie to you, I kept thinking ‘I’ll get to them before bed tonight.’ And then… didn’t.”

Letting out a sigh, Levi pointed towards the hall. “Go shower, take meds, and get ready for court and I’ll take some time to think and then talk to you when you’re done.”

He leaned over and kissed her head. “I love you, babe. I’m mad, but we’re okay, and we’ll work it all out.”

Bernie gave a quick little nod and scurried off to the bathroom.

Levi went down to his truck and climbed into the bed grateful he’d been doing work at the ranch this week, and had some perfectly cut dowel rods to choose from. He grabbed one the width of his pointer finger and went back up to the apartment to wait.

Showering in record time, Bernie came out of the bathroom in her towel, and walked to the edge of the hallway and peeked her head in the living room. Levi shook his head.

He pointed back towards her room and said calmly, “Go get ready please. Do your hair, get dressed, wear a long skirt, you won’t need underwear and don’t bother with make up right now. You can do that in the car.”

She ran back to the bedroom.
Wouldn’t need underwear? What the heck was he thinking?
But she obeyed quickly, choosing a flowy gypsy skirt, a modest fitted black tank top, and a pair of black sandal flats. She was tempted to wear the thong that matched her sexy bra, but decided to follow his edict to a tee. The last thing she needed was more trouble. She decided to just do a quick braid down her back, and chose a fuchsia flower clip for the front of her hair.

Coming into the living room timidly, she stood in the entryway. “I-I’m ready, sweetie. Sh-shouldn’t we go? We don’t want to be late.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her and pointed to the ground in front of him. His face a stony mask of silence.

She swallowed and walked a little into the room stopping about five feet from the chair he was sitting in.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground again.

She moved another foot, knees knocking, hands clasped behind her back.

He quirked an eyebrow and snapped again.

She shook her head.

He finally spoke. “If I have to get out of this chair and bring you over here, then you’re getting my belt on top of the rest of your spanking. And, believe me, you will not want to add a single other thing to the world of pain you will be in, missy.”

Bernie rushed to him, her knees practically pressed up against his. “I’m here, Levi, please don’t add any!”

He held her hands in his own, looking up at her with a flicker of compassion. “Listen to me and listen good, Bernadette. I love you, and nothing and no one is ever going to change that, but giving alcohol to a minor, my
sister,
is something I will never stand for. Add to that your own obvious over imbibing and falsehoods about the state of the apartment, well, let’s just say you will not forget this lesson for a long long time. You are going to give me your Netflix password and I am going to change it for the next week. We are going to set up a daily chore list for you, and you will follow it exactly if you’d like to earn back your entertainment privileges back. But don’t worry, because I doubt you will have any interest in
sitting
and doing anything in the near future. So, do you understand that you are fully and completely loved, but that part of that love is punishing you so you don’t repeat these behaviors?”

Bernie just nodded. She was only grasping about a fourth of what he was saying, and it was the part about the “world of pain” she was about to be in. Surprisingly, she wasn’t crying or even teary eyed. She was almost relieved. She knew she deserved whatever was coming, and she trusted him to administer it.  “But, babe, what about the—the bruises from yesterday?”

He squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry. What I have chosen can be administered on top of your bruises.”

He shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to tear her ass up even more, but this needed to be done.

“All right, here is what is going to happen next. You’re going over my knee for the ‘warming up’ of a lifetime, and then I am going to stripe your ass thirty-four times. Seventeen for each side to remind you how old my sister is. Then, tomorrow before the picnic at my folks, you’re going to receive twenty-one more to remind you of the legal age for alcohol consumption, and you will not be having any alcohol for the rest of the month since you chose to drink irresponsibly and subject my sister to your foolish behavior. Clear?”

Her mouth dropped open. “That’s so much, babe, I don’t think I can take it all!”

“You can, and you will.” He reached up and grasped her chin gently. “Do you trust me?”

Her heart melted. “Yes sir, but what about my parents? They will be here tomorrow. I don’t want them to know.”

“Then you’ll have to be very quiet, won’t you? The good thing about this implement is that it is discreet in volume, although I cannot promise that they won’t notice your discomfort.” He gazed at her for a moment and then pulled her onto his lap and hugged her tightly.

She threw her arms around him and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Levi. It just all happened. I didn’t plan it. Oh no! What if your parents hate me now and never let me hang out with Ginny again? They’re not going to trust me. I am such a fuckin’ retard! I’m like an epic—Gah!”

Levi’s hand had come down hard on her thinly clad thigh. “You will stop it, right now. Those words are not acceptable and you know it. Stop it. You’re just going to spiral and lose control even more. You made a bad choice, and you’re going to be disciplined for that. But, honey, my sister is her own person. She could have said no. She knows she is underage. She, more than anyone her age, has seen the ramifications of kids making unwise choices with controlled substances. And she knew when she did it, that it would come back to bite her in the ass. My parents might be upset with you and that is why we are going to find a moment alone with them tomorrow so you can give a heartfelt apology. But I doubt they will hold a grudge, babe. Especially because they will know that you got a big spanking, well, two, and now the slate is clean.”

Bernie looked at him shocked. “They are going to know that I got spanked?”

Levi nodded. “Even if we don’t tell them, I am sure they will know, but you’re going to tell them.”

Bernie just stared at him, her mouth slack jawed.

Levi stood up. “Let’s get your spanking over with and go to court. You won’t need to worry about telling them until tomorrow. I want your palms on the chair. For the first part I am going to hold your waist, but for the remainder, you’re going to have to hold yourself there, got it?”

Bernie nodded and grabbed the edges of the seat, and then looked at him to see if this was acceptable. “I think it would be easier to keep them down if I am gripping.”

“That’s fine.” He moved and wrapped his left hand around her waist facing her bottom. He pulled up her skirt and stuffed it bunched into her waistband. 

“This is partly to warm you up, but it’s also for disobeying me when I told you to clean last week and fibbing to me about the state of the apartment.” He brought his hand down hard on the center of her already purple bottom, then quickly followed it by another, and another almost immediately.

Bernie jumped a little with the impact and rapid fire of the swats. He had never started out so hard before and she realized this spanking was going to be different than anything she had felt up until this point.

“When I tell you to clean the apartment, and give you a specific set of chores, you’d better damn well do it. And, Bernadette, if you ever lie to me again, and tell me it is done, even if you fully intend to ‘get to it,’ then I will take a belt to your ass. Hard. If it’s not already done, you’d better never ever dare to tell me it is completed.”

Throughout his lecture, he kept smacking without pausing or giving her time to breathe. She felt like her bottom must be one solid purple bruise by now. He moved to the sensitive crease between her bottom and her thighs and smacked one side over and over on the same spot before moving to the other. 

She had tried to remain resilient, tried to not cry and just “yes, sir” at the appropriate times, but when he moved to her sit spots, she couldn’t hold back the floodgates any longer. She started to cry and plead. “I’m so sorry, Levi! Please, sir! I’ll be so good and responsible! I’ll never give a kid alcohol again. I’ll never drink again! I can’t take anymore, Levi! Pleeeeease!” She started banging the chair with her hands, stomping her feet, and wiggling her ass.

He brought his hand down hard in the center of one of her thighs. “Stop! That’s not how to receive a spanking, and you know it.”

He looked at her face more closely and realized she was not entirely in control of her reactions.  “Calm down, love. You’re okay. Shh.”

He rubbed her back for a moment and gentled his tone. “You can take this, baby. You can take this because you’re brave and strong. You can take this because I know that you trust me, and more than all of that, baby, I know you can take this because you deserve it.  You know that you made some very unwise choices. You were dishonest, you drank too much, you gave alcohol to a minor—who is now probably right this very minute paying her own dear price for her choices—and you need absolution. You need to know that you’ve paid your debt and that you are forgiven.”

Bernie was able to calm her sobs and her body. The soothing motion of his hand on her back, and his voice in her ear, quieted the panic and the fear. She lowered to a quiet cry and nodded. “Y-y-yes, sir. I d-d-do need it. But it’s so hard to take. Does it have to be so hard?”

Levi nodded sadly. “I am afraid it’s about to get much worse, honey.”

Straightening his spine and deepening his voice he looked at her seriously.  “Bernadette, you are going to keep your hands on the chair for the entirety of this next portion. If I accidentally hit your hand, it could really hurt you, and also I need you to be obedient and accept your punishment willingly. Do you understand?”

Bernie took a deep breath and gave a brave resolute nod, and a little pout. “Y-yes, sir. Yes, Levi. I’ll accept it and stay still.”
If I can.
Bernie wondered to herself if it was going to be more than she could take. But she trusted him and he wouldn’t go harder than she could bear… would he?

Levi picked up the dowel rod and tapped it several times on the center of each of her butt cheeks and swung it through the air a few times with a nauseating “swoosh”. “Miss Douglas, I am an officer of the law, you are my fiancée, and that was my sister.” At “sister” he brought the dowel rod down hard across the center of her left cheek.

Bernie let out a scream as a line of fire seemed to light across her ass, but she stayed in position.

“I cannot believe you thought it was wisdom to drink with her here at all, let alone offer her some.” He laid two equally painful stripes above and below the initial one.

Bernie was sobbing bitterly and screaming with every stroke of the dowel, but she stayed still, and he did not pause his lecture or his assault on her backside.

“She could get arrested, you could get arrested. I could get in serious trouble. My parents could lose their ministry. All because you thought it would be ‘fun’ and ‘a bonding experience’ to offer a seventeen-year-old girl alcohol.”  Throughout this portion of his speech, he brought the rod down hard and fast, placing seven evenly spaced welts from her lower bottom to just above her knees.