The Game Plan (6 page)

“
Oh God, n
o
…”

“
Le
t’
s get home, then.  Up you go
,”
he said gently, holding out his hand.  He teased her about her run, commenting that she should think about joining the track team.  She scoffed.  The only exercise she could tolerate was ice-skating and there were
n’
t too many rinks to be found in Miami.

Bryon walked the girl up to her room, pushing the broken door aside.

“
This probably scared you too. 
I’
ll fix it tomorrow.  No more locks
.
”

“
Okay
,”
Cassie said in a small voice.  Bryon sat on the bed and pulled her to sit on his lap, holding her warmly.

“
I do
n’
t like doing this. 
I’
m usually pretty laid back about most things, but you pushed me today.  The drugs, then running off...  You almost got hit by that car.  When are you going to accept that you mean something to us, kiddo?  Why are you so resistant to letting us love you
?
”

“
Because yo
u’
ll get tired of me, just like my father did, and leave
,”
Cassie finally admitted. 

Bryon hugged her close.
 “
I wish we would have known that.  I know it took a lot of courage to admit your fear.  Hell, if I was your Daddy I would never have let you out of my sight.  Baby girl, can't you see that yo
u’
re stuck with us?  We have
n’
t left you for all these years, even after Margie died.  The day you first entered this house, we made the choice to make you part of us.  You are the daughter he never had and you break his heart every time you defy him, too.  H
e’
s a good man.  He deserves better
.
”

“
Do you always have to sound so convincing
?”
Cassie asked, looking at the floor.

Bryon laughed.
 “I’
m the Jiminy Cricket of this family.  Most of the time.  The Incredible Hulk comes out now and then when sassy young ladiespush me
.”
He smiled, his handsome face gazing at her with warmth.  He stood her up and patted his left knee.

“
Le
t’
s get this over with.  Across my knees, little one
,”
he said, pulling her gently across his lap.  Bryo
n’
s monstrous thighs felt like two giant tree trunks under her tummy.  She gasped when he yanked her shorts down to her knees.
 “I’
m afraid these need to come down too
,”
he said as he peeled her panties down over her bottom and past her thighs, leaving them to join her shorts.  Her face flushed with shame and Cassie squeezed her eyes tightly, holding her breath.  Thoroughly embarrassed that the third Johnson boy now got an eye-full of her naked bottom and her most intimate parts, she felt guilt washing through to her very core.  She was not expecting the heavy bite when Bryo
n’
s left hand met her bare bottom cheeks.

“
OW!
!”
she yelped, eyes wide as she twisted to look at him.  The man had a hand like a 2x8 plank!  She was certain that he was going to kill her!  He made the spanking Rob had given her feel like a gentle massage.  The second stroke, searing her right cheek, brought an onslaught of tears.  Bryon made sure to proceed very slowly and with careful and precise aim.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  Cassie was sobbing pitifully by the fifth spank and was exhausted from struggling by the 20
th
.  Her bottom felt like it had been branded with a hot iron and she knew sh
e’
d never sit again.  She begged for release, promising never to smoke anything ever, to obey him and Rob, and to be the nicest person on the planet.

Bryon was not convinced.  He dealt with strategies every day as he designed field moves for his team.  He knew what feigning a play looked like, and, in Cassi
e’
s case, how it sounded.  He held her tightly around the waist, covering her tiny bottom with massive handprints and turning it to a deep shiny red.  Although it did not take much for his point to be made, Bryon continued to spank her until he heard sincere apologies escaping her lips as she bawled pathetically into his leg.  He was glad he decided against the spoon; she was going to have some bruises just from his rock-hard palm.

Cassie thought it would never end and that the coroner would pronounce her dead from a bruised backside.  When Bryon finally stopped, she was limp and very much subdued.  Satisfied that he had taught her a valuable lesson, Bryon lifted her to sit in his lap and pushed her face against the brick wall he called a chest.  Nothing was said as he soothed her tears, rocking her like a little child and humming softly.  She started to hiccup.

“
You so need a Daddy, young lady
,”
he whispered.
 “I’
ll get you some water.  When Rob gets home, you are to tell him what happened, okay
?
”

“
Do I have to
?”
she sounded pathetic and very, very young. 

Bryon nodded, lifting her chin, his honey brown eyes warm with affection.
 “
Yes, you have to. 
I’
ll be right back
.
”

Cassi
e’
s legs wobbled as she stood, and she reached around to rub her swollen bottom.  It was unbelievable to her how much harder Bryon spanked than Rob!  She knew she would feel it for days.  She was
very
grateful that he had changed his mind about using a wooden spoon.

Rob came home just as Bryon started back up the stairs, and he immediately noticed the broken door.
 “
How did that happen
?
”

“
I did it.  She locked me out
,”
Bryon said casually.
 “
How was work
?
”

“
Fine.  What are
n’
t you telling me
?”
Rob asked, following him into the gir
l’
s room.  She was standing next to the window, arms crossed and looking miserable with red-rimmed eyes.

“
Here, kiddo.  Kiss
,”
Bryon ordered.  Cassie accepted his embrace and timidly kissed his cheek. 

Rob frowned and sat on the bed.
 “
Got something to tell me
?”
he asked after Bryon excused himself.

“
I screwed up, Robby
,”
Cassie said in a tiny voice.

He was startled; she had
n’
t called him Robby since she had caught the flu when she was twelve. The school nurse had called to have her picked up from school and Rob arrived promptly.  He proceeded to comfort and care for her until her mother came home from work. Slowly, she confessed her actions, including her fear of Bryon and the run into the street.

“
Did he punish you
?”
Rob asked, trying to control his temper.  He did not know what bothered him the most: her actions, the close call, or the fact that his brother took control.  The latter confused him.  Why would that disturb him?  He loved and respected Bryon, they were very close and shared everything, especially in their outside interest.  Of all people, Rob trusted Bryon the most with Cassie.

Cassie nodded, starting to cry again.

“
Worse than you did!  It was terrible!  I promise I wo
n’
t ever touch another joint.  Ever
,”
she sobbed.  Rob wrapped his arms around her, once again perplexed regarding why he would desire to protect her from his own brother.  He also held back the urge to kiss her soft lips.  He shook his head, forcing himself to focus.

“
How about running off
?
”

“
I wo
n’
t.  I swear.  He just scared me so much. 
I’
ve never seen Bry get angry, and h
e’
s HUGE
,”
Cassie whimpered. 

Rob grunted.
 “I’
m not exactly a dwarf, you know
.
”

“
No, you are
n’
t.  But h
e’
s a billion pounds heavier than you are, and two feet taller
.
”

“
H
e’
s one
inch
taller and 30 pounds heavier
,”
Rob chuckled.
 “
But I guess tha
t’
s a lot to a midget like you.  Just be glad he does
n’
t have my temperament
.
”

“
Are you sure?  I saw some today
.
”

Rob hugged her.
 “
We all have our limits, my sweet little thing, even Pop and Glenn.  So, do you think that we have reached an understanding
?
”

“
Yes, sir
,”
Cassie whispered. 

Rob kissed her cheek.
 “
I like it when yo
u’
re respectful.  Stay that way and we wo
n’
t have any repeat incidents.  Now, why do
n’
t you get yourself cleaned up and then come down for dinner
?
”

“
I’
m not hungry.  Besides, I ca
n’
t sit down
.”
She blushed.

“
You know that we always eat as a family.  And you can sit down, it just wo
n’
t feel very good.  Part of being spanked is sitting on it.  Get moving
.”
He smiled, patting her thigh.

Cassie sighed, watching him leave.  Her bottom burned like crazy and the last thing she wanted to do was sit to eat.  But, for some reason, she also did not want to be alone.  What was wrong with her?  Wanting to actually be with her roommates?  Especially Rob.  She loathed him!  Sort of...  Too weird.

The three boys proceeded with their usual banter as they shared a pizza.  Cassie fidgeted in her seat, still very sore.  Bryon noticed and patted his lap.
 “
Come sit with me.  My la
p’
s cozier than that chair
,”
he said gently.

“
Would
n’
t that depend on which direction sh
e’
s facing
?”
Glenn teased.  Cassie turned bright red and raced out of the dining room.

Rob smacked the back of Glen
n’
s head, and was satisfied with the yelp.
 “
Do
n’
t be an asshole.  Go up there and apologize
.
”

“
I was just kidding
,”
Glenn scowled. 

Bryon grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into his face.
 “
Get up there and say yo
u’
re sorry or yo
u’
ll be eating dirt
!”
Bryon growled. 

Glenn gulped, nodding.
 “
Okay, okay
.”
He grabbed a slice of pizza and a coke, and then ran upstairs.  He tapped on the door frame, feeling guilty as the girl sat huddled in the corner next to her bed, crying.

“
Peace offering? 
I’
m sorry I was a jerk.  I did
n’
t mean to embarrass you, Cass
,”
Glenn said, sitting next to her and setting the pizza on her leg.  She did
n’
t answer, just continued to cry into her hands.  Glenn leaned back against the side of the bed, sighing.

“
I forget sometimes how miserable it feels to be teased.  My brothers used to harass me all the time.  Do you know what my game name is
?
”

Cassie shook her head, not looking at him. 

Glenn grimaced.
 “
Big Bill, Rob the Rough, Bryon the Brawny, and Glen the Giggler
.
”

“
No way
.”
Cassie looked up in disbelief, her eyes red from crying.  Glenn shook his head, wiping a tear off her cheek with his hand.