Creating Little Chloe (My Little World Book 8)

by Becca Little

  “God damn it, girl.” He took a deep breath as he looked down at me. “If you can make up this hill, I’ll carry you as far as the bus stop. That is all the kindness I have left. Take it or leave it.”

  “Thank you! Thank you so much!” I didn’t even bother to fill my backpack with everything that was on the ground. I grabbed a few essentials and then struggled to get up the hill. Braden waited until I was close to the top and finally gave me a hand to help me the rest of the way.

  “Get in the fucking truck.” He pulled open the door and didn’t offer to help me in. I started struggling and when I got partially in, he put a hand on my ass and pushed me the rest of the way in, slamming the door behind me.

  Chapter 5: Megan

  I used a napkin to clean my wounds as the truck roared on along the highway. My right knee had started to swell, but the cut wasn’t as deep as it felt. The numbness started to go away and it seemed like it was just a shock from the impact that did it. I was in a lot of pain but I tried to ignore it. I certainly deserved it. I deserved a whole lot more than a few bruises and scrapes. My pride was destroyed. My ego was fractured. I no longer felt like a young girl with a future in California. I felt like a stupid child that had betrayed the kindness a stranger offered me because I was just trying to chase a foolish dream I let consume my every thought.

  How did I become such a terrible person?

  I didn’t deserve one shred of kindness from Braden, and I sat there in silence as he drove. His hands were actually tense against the steering wheel and his face was still locked in an expression of anger. Occasionally, he would huff and let out a sigh of rage. California was a dream dismantled by my own stupidity. I knew there would be a lot more anger waiting on me when I got back to North Carolina. My parents weren’t likely to let me have one ounce of freedom once they figured out what I did. The little bit they gave me because of my age would be snuffed out if I wanted to stay under their roof, and it was the only roof I could afford to stay under at that point. After the warning, I knew I wasn’t going to be picked up again. We passed a sign that indicated a town was approaching in twenty miles and my heart sank into my stomach. I was such a stupid brat. Being poor in California was worth more than stealing from someone who showed me kindness. I silently cursed myself for being so dumb.

  “I should just take you to the fucking police station and let them sort this mess out. Your parents, who love you very much I’m sure, would have to drive all the way out here to bail you out. I can’t believe you would steal from me!” His rage echoed again. “A young girl like you is just as likely to get raped and left on the side of the road as reach her destination hitchhiking with strangers. Hell, maybe I shouldn’t be such a nice man.” He put his hand on my knee. “Maybe I should have a little taste before I send you on your way. You owe me something for all of this trouble after all.”

  “Please don’t...” I begged as his hand moved further up my leg and pushed my skirt towards my waist.

  There would be nothing I could do to stop him if he decided to have his way with me. I was a tiny thing soaking wet, and with an injured knee, I would just be easy pickings. He was a lot stronger than me to say the least.

  “I’d go nice and slow. I would spend a lot of time enjoying that prize between your legs. The cops would never believe anything you said. I would tell them you came on to me and then stole my money after we were finished.” His hand was barely an inch from my pussy as he said it.

  “Braden, please...” I tensed up as he rested his hand there without moving it. “I’m not some lot lizard. I’m a virgin.”

  “Even better.” He chuckled and pulled his hand away. “Lucky for you, I’m still a good person and have some integrity—unlike you.”

  My mind started to flash back to Randy and the awful thing he wanted me to do for him. Braden wasn’t like that and I was damn lucky I didn’t even up with someone like Randy from the beginning. He turned his truck into an interstate ramp and drove towards the bus station. I knew it was the end of my trip. There was no California for me. I was headed back to North Carolina with none of my pride left. When we turned into the parking lot and I heard the truck whine to a stop, I started gathering my things. I sat there wondering how I was going to get out of the truck without help. The swelling in my knee certainly hadn’t gotten any better. Silence filled the cab. There was so much I wanted to say to him. I wanted to plead my case—even if it was a futile effort. He finally moved his hand to the ignition and turned off the engine. I looked at my hands and my knees as I reached for the handle.

  “I’ll help you down.” He exited the truck and walked around to my side, pulling the door open. “Let’s go.”

  He gave me a hand and helped me climb out of the truck. I tested my weight on my knee and determined that I should be able to walk on it. He started towards the bus station and I hobbled along behind him. I started to get some of my thoughts together as we walked. I knew I should at least apologize again and thank him for the kindness he showed me. He held the door to the bus station open and I walked through it, staring at the blinking screens with all of the destinations. I dug my hand into my purse and opened my wallet, finding a couple of twenty-dollar bills—it was all I had left.

  “Braden, I’m so sorry about what I did. I know my words don’t mean much right now, but I promise you that they are true.” I turned towards him as I swallowed hard.

  “All of that talk about being a movie star was bullshit, wasn’t it? You just wanted me to lower my guard so you could rob me blind.” He put his hands and his hips and glared at me.

  “No, I was telling the truth. I swear I was. I just acted impulsively, and for that I’m really sorry.” I humbled myself the best that I could, which was a new emotion for me.

  “As impulsively as hitchhiking away in the middle of the night?” He shook his head back and forth.

  “I guess I’ll never be an actress.” I sighed and started walking towards the counter. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

  “Are you really sorry?” He called out to me after I took a few steps.

  “I am.” I turned back towards him. “I swear I am—I swear I’m not such a terrible person. It was a stupid decision.”

  “Fuck...” He muttered angrily. “I don’t know why I’m doing this—let’s go.”

  “Go?” I straightened my back a little bit as I tried to read his face. “Go where?”

  “Phoenix.” He walked to me and took my duffel bag from my hand. “I’m going to give you one more chance, but there will be some conditions.”

  “Name them!” I felt a bit of excitement returning. “I’ll do anything.”

  “You sit in the passenger seat and you stay quiet.” He started walking towards the door and I followed behind him. “I don’t want to hear anything else about California or your actress babble.”

  “Okay...” I tried to keep up with him. “I can do that.”

  “If you’re truly sorry, then you’ll understand my next condition.” He paused when we got to the truck. “You will have to be punished for what you did.”

  “Uh...” I felt a nervousness in my stomach. “Punished?”

  “I’m a bit of an old-fashioned guy—when we stop for the night, I’m going to give you a spanking.” He pulled the door open.

  “A spanking?” My eyes got wide and my mouth dried up almost instantly.

  “It isn’t up for negotiation.” He motioned towards the truck. “If you’d rather go to the bus station and buy yourself a ticket home, that’s fine. If you want to keep going, then you’re going to be punished for what you did.”

  “With a spanking...” I muttered and felt my battered knees almost knocking together in fear.

  “Like the naughty little brat you are.” He nodded in confirmation.

  I looked towards the bus stop and back to the truck. I knew a spanking was probably a lot less than what I deserved after what I had done. I considered just going into the bus station and buying a ticket home. I d
idn’t even have enough money to buy a ticket to California. If he did take me to Phoenix, I would be on my own from there. I wouldn’t even be able to afford a hotel room when I got to California unless he gave me back some of the money he took. I didn’t feel confident enough to ask for it, especially after stealing from him.

  A spanking...

  None of the options in front of me were pleasant, but part of me did feel like I needed to be punished for what I did. If I did what he said, I might even be able to bring up the fact he took my money and get it back before the trip was done. Phoenix was a hop and a skip from California; at least it appeared that way on the map. I sulked, but I nodded and climbed into the cab. When I got on the seat and started climbing, I felt a sharp sting on the seat of my jeans. I yelped a scurried over to my side of the seat, ignoring the pain in my knee and my hands.

  “Just a sample of what you have coming.” He climbed up and took his seat behind the wheel. “Except you won’t be wearing your jeans when I spank you.”

  “I have some shorts in my duffel bag.” I looked down at the bag that still had dirt from where it was dropped on the ground near the road.

  “No.” He shook his head. “What are you wearing under your jeans?”

  “Um...” My face flushed a bit. “Just my panties.”

  “And under those?” He looked over at me as he cranked the truck.

  “Nothing...” I muttered.

  “What a coincidence.” He put the truck in drive. “What’s what you’ll be wearing when I spank you.”

  “I’ve never been spanked before.” I swallowed a lump that just wouldn’t go down in my throat.

  “I’m not surprised. You’d be a lot better behaved if someone put you over their knee from time to time.” He hit a button the radio and music started playing as we drove.

  I wondered if he was right. My parents always yelled at me or grounded me when I did something wrong. The certainly didn’t believe in corporal punishment. They even signed a waiver so I wouldn’t be spanked or paddled at school. My knee started to feel better as the day went on and the swelling went down some. My scrapes seemed to be mostly superficial. My stomach stayed tied in knots over the thought of being spanked. When the sun came up and we stopped for breakfast, I was feeling nauseous and couldn’t each much. Lunch was more of the same. We made small talk during the day and he never brought up the spanking, but it weighed on my mind and I couldn’t think of much else. If my calculations were correct, we would arrive in Phoenix the next day. I just had to make it through one night across his knee in order to have the freedom I sought when I set out for California. I finally felt some of the nervousness fade as fatigue set in. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes.

  Chapter 6: Megan

  “We’re here.” His voice cracked me from my slumber. I opened my eyes to see the sun setting.

  “Where are we?” I looked around in confusion. We had entered a neighborhood and we were parked on the street.

  “This is the house I grew up in. My parents are gone now, but I still stop by from time to time and make sure none of the neighborhood kids have burned it to the ground.” He exited the truck and reached for me. I slid over and he helped me down.

  My knee seemed to be a lot better until I put some weight on it. The feeling of walking on it caused me to limp a little bit. I followed Braden to the door and he pushed a key inside the lock. The house was hot when we stepped inside and he quickly went over to the air conditioner. The cool air started blowing, but it was still a little warm. The house appeared to be furnished, but it was evident nobody lived there. There were no pictures on the wall and there was a thin layer of dust on the furniture. He walked to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. He poured a glass and sipped it with a sigh. I distracted myself by looking around the house, trying not to think about the inevitable. He took a seat and watched me, but when I had started my fourth circle around the room, he put his glass on the coffee table.

  “Come on over here, Megan.” He motioned with his finger. “This room isn’t that interesting. You’re just stalling.”

  “I’m sorry...” I muttered and swallowed as I turned and walked towards him.

  “Remove your jeans and put them on the chair.” He pointed to the chair across from the chair.

  “Yes sir.” I nodded and reached for the button, feeling my fingers almost going numb as I did.

  I slid my shoes off first, kicking them to the side. When I pushed my jeans down and exposed my knee, I could see that it was discolored. The blood was mostly gone except for a little bit where my jeans had rubbed against it since I cleaned it up with the napkin. They did nothing to protect me from the pavement. When I got them off, I could see that there was actually a thin tear across my knee. I folded them in half and put them over the arm of the chair, feeling extremely exposed as I turned back towards him in nothing but my panties and a t-shirt. I knew my panties weren’t going to last long.

  “Do you understand what is going to happen?” His tone was flat and his eyes did not break from mine.

  “Yes sir.” I nodded and felt my throat getting dry again.

  “I want you to tell me.” His tone got a little firmer.

  “I’m...” I looked at the floor and back at him. “I’m going to get a spanking.”

  “Why?” His tone kept the firmness and it felt like the words just echoed in my eardrums.

  “Because I stole from you.” I looked at the floor again.

  “And?” He folded his arms.

  “And what?” I studied his face, trying to read his expression.

  “You betrayed me. I was kind to you and I treated you with respect. You didn’t show me any of that in return, did you?” He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

  “No sir.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Do you think someone like that deserves to keep their panties on for a spanking?” He motioned to the thin fabric around my waist.

  “No sir.” I shook my head again and reached for them. I knew they were coming off, but it was still hard to remove them and expose myself to him.

  Hours earlier I had been afraid he would pull my panties off by force. As I stood there in front of him in nothing but a t-shirt and the thin fabric hiding the rest of my body, I couldn’t believe I was going to remove them by choice. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pushed them down. A heavy sense of embarrassment overtook me. I had never shown myself to a man before. I knew that acting meant I could end up doing nude scenes, but I never dreamed of actually exposing myself to someone I had just met when a camera wasn’t rolling. I walked close to him and he took me by the wrist. A second later, I was over his knee with my bottom in the air.

  No turning back now...

  He was so tall that my feet didn’t even touch the floor. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled it tight against my lower back completely exposing my bottom with no way for me to fight back or stop him from doing what he planned to do. I nervously chewed on my lip as I waited for the first painful smack to come down. I felt his hand brush against my bottom and then it was gone. I tensed up, and when nothing happened, I peeked over my shoulder to see it raised in the air. He looked down at me and tilted his head.

  “This will not be a pleasant experience.” He looked down at me. “This will be a long, hard spanking that is meant as punishment.”

  “I know I deserve it...” My lips trembled as I said it. I looked straight ahead and waited for the inevitable.

  “Knowing you deserve it and actually getting what you deserve are two very different things.” He said harshly, and then his hand came down hard in the middle of my bottom.

  “Ouch!” I said with a whimper. My feet kicked involuntarily.

  There was no compassion once his hand started to fall. He brought it down hard and fast. It landed on the right side of my bottom, the left side of my bottom, and then several times directly in the middle where the first one had landed. He was a large man,
and his hand was so wide that it spread across most of my bottom. My petite body had always been cute according to those who saw me, but at that moment, I wished I had a bigger target for his hand so that there was more to absorb the punishment. I counted until twenty had landed, but by that point the sting had really set in and all I could do was concentrate on not screaming.

  “I’m sorry!” I whimpered quickly as I felt my bottom stinging more and more each time his hand came down.

  The regret grew inside of me more with each smack. Tears filled my eyes and then streamed down my face as I squalled like a little girl getting spanked for being naughty—that was exactly what I was in that moment. My emotions flew around inside of my head, tearing at my soul while he punished me. I knew I did wrong, and I knew I deserved it, but the pain was intense and my involuntary motions demanded that it stop, but he didn’t change his pace. Every time I thought I couldn’t take even one more smack, they kept coming harder and faster.

  “Hopefully you’ll think twice before you steal from someone again.” He adjusted me and kept on spanking my bare bottom. “A good spanking will do you a lot more good than a few days in jail or a tongue lashing from your parents.”

  “Ow... Ouch...” I sobbed as he pulled me into a tighter position.

  “That was a whole month’s pay you ran off with.” He sighed. “I bet you didn’t think about that did you?”

  “No sir...” I said through my tears.

  “That is what I thought!” His hand started to come down faster.

  “I’m so sorry!” I wailed as the spanking got harder.

  “You’re nothing more than a self-centered brat. You only care about getting to California and you don’t care who you hurt to do it. Your parents are probably worried sick! If you’re willing to steal to get there, who knows what you’ll do when you do get there. Prostitution? Drugs?” He verbally admonished me as his hand drove each point home.

  The truth was, I had never actually taken a moment to reflect on anything but myself. I grew up on stories about princesses that got their happy ending with no real difficulty other than minor inconvenience. In my eyes, the trip across country was my minor inconvenience, and everything was going to be magic and rainbows once I set foot in the state. My parents raised me better than that, and as he laid down each point with agonizing truth, I started to question if I was really going to be able to accomplish my goals.