Monday, July 8, 2013

Before Happily Ever After 4


Happy sigh! Since me and Eric saw each other so little during that time with me at school and him working at the hospital, I always LOVED the times that we did have together. Well, except if I was spanked. I didn’t like those parts so much. In case your wondering about what happened to the others, they got spanked again too. I guess the guys didn’t like Jarod “spanking” their girls. Oh and of course what happened during the G.N.O thing too. Duh! How could I forget that? Anyways, back to the present with Devon. She flips to the next page of the photo album to a photo of me with Lily, Mariah, Sophi, and Janey during that night.
“All of you look so pretty; especially you Cori” Devon tells me as she scoots closer to me on the couch. She’s so cute!!
“And Mariah” she adds flipping onto the next page. Hmmm, Mariah is quickly becoming Devon’s favorite too. Now that Chris and Mariah are together, his family is growing to love her. Demi wasn’t sure about them dating at first but after she learned that Mariah was my cousin, she was all for it. Eric had told me that his parents think she is a good match for Chris because they are so alike and Mariah could put Chris’s “player days” to rest. I think she has because they are cute together, but not as cute as Eric and me. Heehee.
“Is she your new favorite?’ I ask her pretending to be hurt. I’m teasing now but if Devon says yes, then I’ll be pissed! I met her first and Mariah cant come and steal my title…
“No, you’ll always be my favorite. She’s second” Devon says assuring me while looking up at me. Ha! In your face, Mariah!!
“Yay! I’m happy again” I tell her. She giggles and snuggles back into me. Speaking of Mariah, her and I have gotten a lot closer now and her and Janey have grown apart. Sad, isn’t it? After that drinking fiasco, Mariah seemed to hold a grudge against Janey since she blames her for Chris spanking her. That’s what I think anyway. That’s not what Mariah told me though. The reason we have grown closer is because we’re dating brothers and because of my mom. My mom came back into my life. It was a hard time when she wanted to enter back too. I was going crazy over wedding plans and school. Never mind. I was just going crazy over wedding plans and it seemed like people were wanting my attention at all times. It was soooo hectic. I couldn’t even get my routine manicure and pedicure. (Sigh) It was terrible. So when my mom wanted to talk to me, well, it was kind of hard to handle. Ugh! Lets just say, it didn’t end well for me or my butt; as usual……………………………………….
Should I choose vanilla or chocolate? Hmmm, decisions decisions. I love chocolate anything but vanilla sounds really good right now. Hmph! It's too hard. I guess I'll just have to go with the obvious. Both. Duh! I grab vanilla and chocolate ice cream bowls from the cold section for my breakfast this morning. You see, I've been having a sore throat for a couple of days. So I need something to ease my aching throat. And ice cream is the perfect thing for that. Plus, I'm eating breakfast; it's just not breakfast food. Eric always tells me that I should eat breakfast. However, he never mentions what exactly I should eat. So ice cream it is for me. Heeehee! Just as I'm sitting down, my cell phone rings in my purse. Yay! It's Eric. 
"morning little angel" Eric tells me when I answer the phone. He sounds really tired.  You see, Eric just finished a 48 hour shift at the hospital and he only gets to sleep when he can. I wouldn't be able to do that. I'd probably sneak off and sleep in a vacant hospital bed. What? I need my beauty sleep. 
"morning handsome. You tired?" I ask as I dig into my vanilla ice cream.
"Yeah, I'm going to bed after I talk to you. Are you in the dining hall right now?" he asks me, probably hearing the noise of the people getting food before the start of the day in the background.
"mhmm and I'm eating breakfast. See! I am taking care of myself. I'm a big girl, Eric. I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry about me, mister" I tell him grinning. During Christmas break, Eric noticed that I wasn't taking care of myself since I lost some weight and was super tired. Let's just say, he gave me a fierce warning,with me over his lap with my bare bottom up getting soundly spanked, about what would happen if I failed to continue to do so in the future. 
"baby, I always need to worry about you. I know that your a big girl. You just need some help sometimes; actually more like a lot of the time" Eric says with a laugh. Ha-ha-ha. Soooo not funny.
"whatever, Eric. Im just accident-proned. You know that I don't get into crazy situations on purpose" I say into my phone. Which is true, by the way. I don't try to make my plans fail. When things don't go according to my plans, like a nerd walking into a trap meant for someone else or I don't escape in time with Lily and we get caught, then the whole thing is basically screwed. So it's totally not my fault.
"things just don't go according to how you wanted them to. So it's not like its your fault" Eric tells me  Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I not just think that? 
"Oh. My. God. Eric!!!" I exclaim with my eyes wide. 
"couples empathy, right?" Eric asks with total seriousness. 
"yes!!!" I tell him. I always knew that we had it. I was so right. Its freaky shit!
"totally some freaky shit, huh?" he asks me next. Okay, I'm getting goosebumps. 
"Eric, I just thought the same thing you just said. Totally crazy" I say. Eric starts to laugh. 
"Cori baby, I'm just playing with you. I love messing around with you on this couples empathy stuff you always talk about" he tells me still laughing. He can laugh all he wants but it exists. Hmph! 
"whether you want to believe me or not Eric, couples empathy really does exists" I say as I move onto my chocolate ice cream now. 
"I'm sure it does" Eric says still chuckling. (Sigh) He'll never believe me. I notice Mariah and Janey walk into the dining halls and neither one of them are looking happy. Uh oh. Trouble in best friend paradise?
"angel, you feeling okay? You've been sniffling this whole time" Eric asks me. Damn! How did he notice? I know he's a doctor but I thought I was being quiet and he wouldn't notice. Guess I was wrong; as usual. 
"yeah, I just have a bit of a cold. My nose is sorta stuffy and my throat is kinda scratchy, but I'm fine" I tell him hoping he won't go into doctor mode. "how sorta and kinda?" He asks me next. Ugh!
"just a little bit. I'll take some cold medicine before class. I'm really fine, Eric" I plead to him, hoping to convince him.  
"alright baby. Just get some rest when you can please. I don't want you to get any sicker; especially with the weather being so cold" Eric says. Ain't that the truth. We just got fresh snow last night. 
"I will" I say. Phew! Thank god he didn't ask anymore questions. 
"and make sure that to drink plenty of fluids" he tells me. I roll my eyes. 
"I will, doctor. And don't start really worry about me now either. I'll be fine. It's just a cold" I remind him. 
"let's make sure it stays as a cold and not turn into something else" Eric says. Of course, it will. Why would it turn into something else?
"it will... or it won't...well you get what I mean" I say to him, confusing myself. 
"I do, sweetie. I'll let you go so you can get to class. I love you babygirl" Eric tells me. I sigh since I know our conversation is coming to an end. I really, really miss him. We talk on the phone when we can but it's totally different than being together in person. 
"I love you too" I tell him, trying not to be sad. We end our phone call with me promising him that I would take my medicine and I'll call him after my classes today. I'm putting my phone back into my purse when Mariah sits down across from me at my table with a huff. 
"what's got your panties in a twist?" I ask as I finish my chocolate ice cream. Mariah covers her face in her hands and groans in frustration. 
"Janey is seriously pissing me off. Some best friend she is turned out to be" Mariah tells me as she adds granola to her yogurt. Apparently, Janey and Mariah thought that I would be a good counselor because they both come to me for a shoulder to cry all their friend problems on. Don't get me wrong. I love to hear all the juicy details of pretty much everybody since I like to be in the know. But ugh! Mariah and Janey are dragging this on forever. Either make up or break up: best friend edition. They seem to do a lot of fighting and no resolving. It's just all 
getting to become a little too much. And this coming from ME. Miss noses posey fashion Rosie!! (did you like the nickname? I made it up just now. Heehee)
"what did you fight about this time?" I ask with a sigh. I'm not really interested so I check my email on my phone. Oooh, I got a discount for Victoria secrets. Shopping time soon!
"she told me that she didn't think that Chris was a right match for me. I said okay but you have to tell me why. She said that I was changing. I was like 'what the heck ?'. She went on to explain that she thought that I was becoming a different person since I've been with Chris and I have new friends that she thinks aren't good for me and I hardly spend anytime with her anymore. What is up with her?" Mariah tells me. I quickly put my phone down after hearing that. Now THIS I can take. Keep bringing on the details, girl. 
"well, maybe Janey feels lonely now that you aren't always hanging out with her. And why did you suddenly start joining clubs?" I ask wondering. Mariah does have more friends other than Janey now that she has joined some others clubs on campus. She's being much more sociable for some reason 
"Well she needs to get over it. Hmph! I mentioned to Chris one time when we were snuggling together on his couch watching a movie and..." Mariah starts to tell me in a dreamy voice. Ugh! Not again. 
"Mariah! How many times do I have to tell you? No details. No details!" I remind her for the hundredth time. I really don't want to hear what they do during their "snuggle times"; especially after she told me about an earlier incident of what they were doing...in detail. Double ugh!! She sooooo does not think before she talks sometimes. Hmmmmm, reminds me of someone else I know but I can figure out who. Oh well. 
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Okay, I mentioned to Chris that I wished I had more people to hang out with. He said I could join more clubs at school since I was already on the dance team. I figured I'd try out what he said and got myself more involved with new people. Chris was so proud of me" Mariah says with a smile. Aww, I'm actually happy for her and I really mean it this time. I don't usually think that way about Mariah since she was a bitch to me all those years. I wonder why Janey said those things? I'll ask Eric about it tonight since he Janey is his cousin and be might know why. 
"anyways, I didn't come over here to just let off some steam. I actually need to talk to you about something" Mariah tells me as sips her coffee. 
"something good or bad?" I ask her curiously. I really don't need something bad right now. Maybe she'll tell me that one of my favorite stores are having a huge sell today. I can hope, can't I?
"ummm... I don't think your going to like it" she says. I brace myself for the worst. Like the nearby shopping center is closing. Eek!
"my mom called me last night. She told me that our side of the family knows about your upcoming wedding. And no, it wasn't me who told them" Mariah says holding up her hands in defense. Yeah, I'm not surprised. I didn't invite some of my aunts and uncles to my wedding. 
"anyway, my mom also told me that your mom also knows" she continues. My mom. I haven't thought about her in forever. And she was one of the few people I didn't tell for obvious reasons. 
"she does?" I ask her not sure how I feel about it. Mariah nods before saying
"And she wants to see you. Like as soon as possible" 
"what!! Why?" I demand angrily. She wants to see me. That's funny since I thought she didn't want anything to do with me. 
"my mom told me that she wants to see you and meet Eric too" Mariah tells me hesitantly. She can see that I'm clearly not happy. 
I fold my arms and look at her in disbelief. 
"my mother never cared about me. So why should I return the favor?" I ask with a scowl. My mother had a drinking problem when I was growing up. She was either drunk or belittling me when she wasn't. Yup, that pretty much sums up my life until I went to live with my dad in sixth grade. I remember the day I was leaving to go live with my dad like it was yesterday. 
"Princess, do you have everthing that you wanted to take with you?" my daddy, Henry, asks me as he puts the last of my bags into the back of his car. I nod my head. I hardly have anything to begin with since my mom doesn't have a lot of money to spend on me. Daddy told me that he's going to spoil me rotten and I'll get to buy all the new clothes and stuff that I want. I'm sooo excited!! 
"did you want to say goodbye to your mom?" Henry asks as me as he shuts the trunk. I look up at the apartment's entrance to see my mom leaning against the doors. Her arms are folded and she is glaring down at us on the streets. Her brown eyes are cold and her face is bitter. She always has that look except today it is worse. The only time it isn't is when Aunt Vanessa and Mariah visit. I sigh and shake my head no. I get into daddy's car and he closes it shut. As we drive off, I can still see my mom's eyes in my head. 
"you shouldn't. I'm just the messenger for my mom" Mariah says knowing full well why I shouldn't. She looks down at her plate and plays with an end of a napkin. 
"listen, I know that she was horrible to you and I don't even know half of what went on when you were growing up but... I saw your mom a little over a year ago and she had really cleaned up her act. She went to rehab and counseling for her drinking. She had been clean for almost a year when I saw her. She has totally changed. I know that might not mean anything for you, but I was just... I was just letting you know" Mariah says quietly. I stare at the table in front of me as I take in her news. Has my mom really changed?
"and look, I know that I apologized already for how terrible I was to you all of those years and what that caused you. Honestly, I really am sorry and wish I could take it all back now. I really do" she says looking at me with a guilty expression. I smile slightly at her. 
"I know. I forgave you for it already too. So does my mom still live in the same shitty apartment?" I ask as I gather my things and stand up at the table. Mariah nods her head and hands me a piece of paper. 
"yeah, she does. Here. This is her phone number incase you are abducted by aliens and do decide that you want to talk to her" Mariah tells me as I take the paper. I roll my eyes at her comment. I tell her bye as we part ways. Once I'm outside, I lean against a pillar. I clutch my notebook tightly against me. 
"what am I going to do?" I whisper to myself as tears start to fall down my face. I take a deep breath as I wipe the tears from my face and brace myself against the cold snow as I walk to my first class. 
I close the door to the apartment, then turn around to try to find Eric. I didn't have to try hard since he was right behind me. I rush into Eric's open arms and hold onto  him super tight. I called Eric after my classes in the afternoon in tears saying that I needed him and if I could come and see him. Of course he said yes and was really worried when he heard me crying. You know how protective he can become. Eric wanted to come get me himself but I insisted that I could drive. Sheesh, it's not like I had a broken finger nail or something. Anyways, I snuggle closer into Eric's warm embrace as he holds me tight. Eric kisses my head as he continues to hug me as we stand by the door taking in the feel of one another. 
"whats wrong, baby? Please tell me" he asks me while kissing my head again. I sigh and rub my cheek against the soft material of Eric's shirt. I take comfort in the familiar scent of him. I lean back in Eric's arms and look up into his worried green eyes. 
"I (sniff) got some really (sniff) really bad news this morning, Eric (sniff)" I tell him as tears roll down my face again. Damn! I didn't even realize I was crying again. Ugh! I guess the water sprinklers are turned on in my head today. 
"What's the bad news and who told you?" Eric asks as he gently wipes away my tears with his thumbs. That  my evil witch of a mother suddenly wants to contact me. Eek! Who wouldn't be afraid of that?
"Mariah told me that my mom... She-she wants to see me and you" I whisper up to him. Eric pulls me close to him again. 
"oh baby. I wish I could take away your pain. What can I do to make you feel better?" he asks me while rocking me in his arms. No, I don't want Eric to have to experience my pain because he doesn't deserve that. 
"Will you just hold me please?" I ask him. I need some MAJOR cuddling time with my man right now. 
"of course, baby girl. For as long as you want" Eric tells me giving me a gentle squeeze before letting me go. He grabs ahold of my hand as we walk to into the living room. Eric wraps me up in a warm fuzzy blanket before sitting down in a large leather chair with me on his lap. (happy sigh) We sit like this for awhile before Eric asks me gently,
"so what exactly did Mariah tell you, angel?" Ugh! Don't remind me. 
"she told me that her mom told her that my mom wants to see me like right away and she also wants to meet you" I tell him with a sneeze. As much as I hate my mom, I am sort of curious as to why she wants to contact me now. 
"bless you baby. I think you need to wait and really think about whether or not you should get in touch with your mom. Considering the fact that you didn't have a great relationship with her growing up, I don't think you should rush into this" Eric says. So the question is do I want to talk or see my mom or not and when? Hmmm...
"and you know I'll always help you and be by your side with whatever choice you do choose" he adds with a kiss to my nose. I smile before I sneeze again and cough slightly. I sniff. Crap! I totally forgot to take some cold medicine this morning. I hope Eric doesn't notice...who am I kidding? 
"but please don't do anything until your one hundred percent better. You don't need to get any sicker" Eric says kissing my temple. He then places his hand on my forehead. 
"and I'm pretty sure you have a fever. Did you take any medicine like you told me you would this morning?" he asks me already knowing the answer. See! I told you so. I snuggle closer to him and push the blanket up over my face.
"I'll take that as a no. But since you have had a hard day, I'll give you a pass" Eric tells me giving my butt a light swat and a kiss on the top of my head. Phew! I dodged that one. My butt is saying thank god!!
"but on the good side, i know your gonna take extra good care of me tonight so it makes up for it" I tell him looking at him with a grin. So it actually worked out better in the end. Yay me! Heehee. Eric rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me. 
"you know it, baby" he says with a grin of his own since he knows what I said is true. I cuddle closer to Eric in his safe embrace as I try to forget today's news.
As soon as I walk into my dorm room, I jump on my bed face down. Ugh! I feel like crap. It's been two days since I have left Eric and I thought I was getting better but I really wasn't. Now I have this stupid cough and my cold is so much worse. What am I going to say to Eric when he notices that im still sick. I agreed that i would go to the doctors if i wasn't completely better. In case you haven't noticed, i didn't go. My butt is soooo screwed. Why me? I reach underneath my bed and feel for a magazine to read from the many piled beneath me. I grab a thick one and pull it out. Ohhhh, Wedding Dresses Galore. How could I have missed this one? I must be sicker than I thought. I really need to get going on my wedding dress shopping. Can you believe that I haven't boughten a dress by now? You'd think that would be one of the first things scratched off my to do list. Eek! What's happening to me!?!? I'm flipping through the pages and marking the things that would look fabulous on me when Lily walks in with a huff. 
"You'd think they would turn up the heat since its so cold outside. But no, the university wants us to freeze and suffer!" Lily exclaims as she wraps and blanket around herself. Okay, so she does have a point. The dormitory we're staying in have some temperature issues. When the weather is hot outside, our dorm is like a freakin' Sahara desert. When it's cold outside, I wouldn't be surprised to see Rudolph the red nosed reindeer walk past my dorm door. 
"I know right. Totally sucks" I say sniffling into a tissue. 
"how is it possible that you sound even worse than you did this morning?" Lily asks me laying down on her bed. 
"Lily, you seem to forget that anything is possible with me" I tell her before I start to cough up my heart or stomach or whatever it is in my body. 
"good point. You'd think i'd have that engraved in my head by now. But seriously, you should go to the doctor Cori. You sound terrible. What it's something serious?" She asks me worriedly. Oh jeeze, here we go. Lily just loves to think up of worse case scenarios. She and Eric must have the same book full of them or something. And they call ME dramatic. Yeah right. 
"oh stop it Lils. I'm fine. It's just a really, really, really bad cold. I'm not going to die or anything" I say rolling my and grabbing another tissue. Lily doesn't look so sure. She's probably already making my funeral arrangements in her head. My cell phone starts to ring in my purse. Who's bothering me now. I'm so not in the mood to talk to anybody right now; especially at the end of a busy day of classes. 
"if you think that you just have a cold then you are being ignorant. It doesn't sound like just a bad cold" Lily tells me. I stick my tongue out at her as I grab my phone and look at the number. I don't recognize it. Hmmm... Should I answer it? I hate answering numbers i don know. It could be a crazy killer out to get me or something. But It could also be someone calling about wedding preparations or something this time. I'll chance it. 
"hello?" I ask into me cell. There's silence on the other end. 
"helloooo?" I say. Again, there is no one on the other end. Oh. My. God!!! A killer is out to get me. This kind of stuff happens all the time in the movies. Next thing you know, the person is dead. I'm just about to hang up but a voice stops me,
"um...I...is this...is this Cori Fleming?" That voice. I know that voice. I haven't heard that voice in over ten years and i always told myself that I never wanted to hear it ever again. 
"mom?" I ask in a whisper. 

How did I get myself into this? Now, I know that I have gotten myself into some…. interesting situations, but this time is totally different. I shut my car door with a slam and hurry toward the entrance of the building. Geeze, its freaking cold out here. I love snowy weather; especially around Christmas time. But now that the holiday season has ended and it’s almost Valentine’s Day, I’m sick and tired of it. All it’s doing for me is making my cold and cough a million times worse and not any better. Ugh! I pull my coat tighter around my body as I walk up the apartment steps. Speaking of coughing, I practically feel like I’m coughing up a hairball as I step into the building. I feel soooo bad for cats now. The front door creaks loudly when I pull it open. They still haven’t fixed that after all the years??? Sheesh, someone is lazy. And that’s coming from ME. Scary, isn’t it. I start the walk up the stairs to the fifth floor. When I FINALLY reach the fifth floor, I have another huge coughing fit. This cough will be the death of me.
‘Knock’ ‘knock’ ‘knock’
My heart is beating so loud and so hard that I feel like I just got caught in the middle of a plan gone wrong. Wait, I take that back. This is a whole lot worse. Even more than when Lily and I figured out that we put hot sauce in the WRONG person’s food. And that person happened to be Felipe. Oopsies…
‘Knock’ ‘Kno- 
I’m in the middle of knocking again when the door opens to reveal my mom. We stare at each other not sure what to do or say. My mom, Veronica, has a tight grip on the door as if she might fall without the support. She has changed in some way in how she looks. My mom used to be a stick with a rigid, stern expression on her face. Now she has gained weight and has a motherly plumpness to her face that I have never seen before. She is a few inches taller than me. I remember that she always had her hair in a tight bun, but now it is down hanging loose just below her shoulders. One big change is her eyes. They’re different somehow. They aren’t cold and bitter like how I remember, but now her eyes are filled with something else that I cant quite put my finger on. Hmmmmm….
“Soooo, are you going to let me in or what?” I ask as I shiver in my coat. And it’s from the chilly hallway, NOT because I’m not feeling the greatest (or what some people-Eric and Lily- may view as sick).
“Oh uh of course. I’m sorry, I just got…. I’m sorry. Come in” Veronica says hurriedly as she steps away from the door. I walk in to the all too familiar apartment and take it all in.
“Are you hungry or thirsty? I’m sure that it was a long drive from the university,” she asks as she closes the behind me.
“I’ll have a glass of water,” I say as I continue to look across the living room. It hasn’t changed much since I left. The furniture and the walls are the same (she could have at least painted the walls a pretty green color. It would make the room soooo much better), but there are new pictures of different paintings on the walls that make the room a little lively. I sit down at the table near the kitchen as my mom hands me a glass of ice water. The water feels amazing for my aching throat.
“I didn’t know if Mariah would actually deliver my message to you or not. Even if she did, I wasn’t sure if you would want to call me, much less come visit me. I’m shocked that you would want to see me” my mom tells me sadly as she sits down across from at the table.
“Well, I surprised myself. I’m always full of surprises” I tell her as I sip my water. She has noooo idea how true those words are. What she doesn’t know is that I usually end up crying my eyes out with a sore butt after all of my “surprises.” Veronica was about to say something before she stops herself and then she just stares at my glass. Why is she staring at my glass? Is there a bug in it or something? Hey, I can never be too careful. I still don’t trust my mom and for all I know, she could have easily decided to put a bug in my drink or something. Hmmm, that’s actually a good idea. I gotta remember that for any future plans that I might need. Heehee.
“What?” I ask as I turn my glass around to see if there could be an insect in the water.
“Your ring is so beautiful. Can I have a closer look?” she asks me still mesmerized with my engagement ring. Oh, I know! I stare at it all the time. It looks so good on my hand.
“Sure” I say as I put my drink down and lift my hand closer for her to see.
“Oh wait, where are my glasses? I have a hard time seeing things now days. I guess it comes with old age. Shoot, where did I put those darn things? I just had them…” Veronica says as she looks all around the table for her glasses. Wow, this is embarrassing.
“Ummm…I think they’re on your head” I said as I point to her head. She instantly feels for them.
“There they are! I always seem to do that. If it was a black widow, it would have killed me,” she says putting her glasses on and tentatively grabbing my hand. I think she was afraid to touch me since she wouldn’t know how I’d react. It was weird having her touch me for the first time. I remember how her hands were always cold and dry but now they are warm and smooth. I think they are different because she has stopped drinking. Overall, my mom does look healthier. I’m not sure though and I’m not ready to start talking about THAT or asking questions yet. I don’t think she is either.
“Its gorgeous! It looks perfect on your hand” Veronica tells me. Tell me something I don’t know. She looks up and then stares at my face. What’s with her and staring? It’s starting to freak my out.
“You’re beautiful. You’ve become such a lovely young lady. I just wish I had…” my mom says breaking her sentence as she looks away with tears in her eyes. Okay, I don’t think I would ever in my entire life see my mother cry. She might really have changed. I put my hand over hers and give her a small smile. She returns my smile with one of relief. I guess since she is really trying, I might as well try too. The moment was ruined by my stupid cough attack.
“My goodness. Are you coming down with something?” Veronica asks me. No, I’ve already been hit hard not once, not twice but about a million times already. At least that is what it feels like to me.
“No, I just have a cold. I’m fine,” I tell her as I sip more water. It’s a cold, I promise you. Eric and Lily just like to worry.
“Oh maybe some food will make you feel a little better. I have been trying some new recipes that are actually turning out great. I made these new appetesters that I want you to try” Veronica tells me as she stands up and walks into the kitchen. Huh?
“What are appetesters?” I ask while searching for cough drops in my purse. My throat is burning bad now.
“You know, the dishes that restaurants bring out before the meal” she says getting a plate from the fridge.
“You mean appetizers?” I say. Veronica brings a plate of food to the table but stops when I she hears what I said.
“Ohhhh…No wonder the lady in the meat section at the grocery store looked at me funny when I told her what I was planning on making next” she says as she goes back to fetch some plates and napkins. Okay, is it just me or does she remind you of someone? She seems so familiar. Hmmm, oh well. All I know is that she has definitely changed but I don’t know if it’s for show or if she really has changed permanently. I’ll just have to be extra careful until I know for sure.
Eric’s POV:
I bust through the hospital doors as I make my way to the front desk inside. My heart is beating against my chest.
“Hi, do you know what room Cori Fleming is in?” I ask the front nurse sitting at the front desk. She looks up from some paper work she is working on and types on a computer.
“It looks like she is in room 203 on the second floor. The elevators are to your left.” She tells me pointing in that direction. I flash her a smile before I head to the elevators. In case you’re wondering what’s going on, I got a call from the emergency room letting me know that my fiancé is in the hospital. Lets just say I freaked. I mean, wouldn’t you if you got a call telling you that the love of your life is in the hospital. (sigh). I wonder what she got herself into this time. When I step out onto the elevators, I head toward Cori's room. When I got to 203, I notice that a woman is sitting outside. She quickly stands up when she spots me. I look at her and I see chocolate brown eyes that are exact replicas of Cori's beautiful eyes. 
Cori's POV:
I honestly can't believe this. Why do bad things always happen to me? And no, I don't always bring stuff about me on my own like Eric says. It's just that bad things just like to make my life a lot more worse. It's like I'm a magnet or something. So your probably wondering what happened to me know. I'm currently in the hospital right now. Ugh! See! Bad stuff always happens. I ended up here because I had a horrible cough attack. I literally couldn't stop. I thought I was going to die. Like seriously, in my mind I was saying goodbye to all of my show collections. What? My shoes would miss my footsies. Anyway, so I was coughing like crazy and I was just getting ready to leave my mom's apartment. She got super worried and obviously she called 911. I guess I should be happy that she cared enough to help me. She even followed the ambulance to the hospital. But I don't know exactly how I feel about my mom yet. The visit we had went surprisingly okay. She asked me a ton of questions about where I went to school, what was my major, what I liked to do on my spare time (shopping, duh), and of course about Eric and the upcoming wedding. We didn't tread about too much from the past. That's still a little too touchy of a subject. I'm not sure that I will ever be comfortable enough to talk about my childhood with her. So as I was leaving, she asked me if I would like to  get together with her again; perhaps with Eric maybe. I wasn't able to give her an answer because that is when I started to cough. So that is how I ended up in this place. (sigh). Why me? 
"hi, baby" I look up to see Eric walk through the door. He comes to stand beside my bed. 
"how are you feeling?" he asks me while placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Clearly I'm not feeling well at all since I'm in the HOSPITAL. Sheesh, and he's a doctor. 
"terrible! I almost died, Eric. I was coughing and gasping for breath" I tell him with a sad sigh. Eric shakes his head and tries not to grin. 
"your pitiful" he tells me as he laces his hand in mind. Gee, thanks. That's some compliment. 
"yeah, because I'm in the hospital with two sticks attached to hoses stuck in me nose" I tell him with a huff. He rolls his eyes. 
"it's to help you breath, angel. Especially since you have a bad case of bronchitis" Erica says. What the?
"how did you know that? Did talk to the doctor or something outside?" I ask. He shakes his head. 
"no I'm a doctor, remember? You obviously didn't go see a doctor when your symptoms got worse like I told you to. I even warned you that you could end up having bronchitis if you didn't take care of yourself properly" Eric tells me. He did? Hmmm, now that he mentions it, I do remember him telling me that. Weird. Why didn't I remember that until now.Then again, I was looking at wedding catalogues. 
"I know, I just didn't think it was that bad. It didn't get bad until today" I say. Actually, no it didn't. Shhhhh. Although, I don't think Eric believes me. what a surprise. 
"If thats the case, then why did you drive over an hour away to visit your mom. You should have gone to visit the doctor instead. You don't realize how sick you have gotten, do you?"Eric tells me. I shrink under his unhappy gaze. My butt is soooo screwed. Why is no one surprised?
"I realize now! I'm in the hospital, Eric. But... I just got curious about my mom , you know. I didn't mean to end up in here. Are you mad at me for visiting my mom?" I ask him looking down. Eric sits on the edge of the bed and puts his arms around me tightly. 
"baby girl, no I'm not mad nor will I ever be mad at you for visiting your mom. I'm glad that you want to connect with her again. You know she talked to me before I came in here.  She told me that you have turned into a beautiful girl and that I am lucky to be marrying you" Eric's tells me. I smile.
"did she really say that?" I ask him. He nods his head. 
"yeah, she did. And she's right. I am the luckiest guy in the world" Eric says giving me a kiss on my cheek. I smile even bigger and snuggle closer to Eric. Okay, so I guess my mom's not too bad but it will definitely take more time before I'm really, really comfortable being with her
"what I am unhappy with you for is that you didn't take care of yourself. You should have seen your mom when you were completely better. You also shouldn't be out in this weather either little missy" Eric tells me. This conversation did a complete turn around. Ugh. 
"I know. I'm sorry. But thank you for coming to me" I say giving his cheek a kiss. I did that to change the topic. What? My butt is desperate, I tell you! 
"I love you but your in so much trouble" he says with a laugh. Damn. My plan didn't work. 
"I know" I say pouting. Again I ask, why do bad things happen to me?
"so are you FINALLY getting better?" Lily asks me over the phone. I close my laptop with a sigh. I love shopping for clothes but wedding dress shopping is a whole other ball game. My poor head is getting a headache while trying to find the perfect dress. I know. I hope you didn't faint. It's hard to imagine ms. Shopaholic having a hard time. 
"yeah. Finally! I didn't even realize that I was so sick" I say. Beware: bronchitis will be the death of you, trust me. 
"Whatever, Cori. I told you a million times that you were sick. You just didn't listen; as usual" Lily says with a hmph. I can hear the I-told-you-so in her voice. Very much similar to Eric's voice after I was complaining about the disgusting medicine I had to take. Seriously though. Can someone please come up with a good tasting cough syrup. Like chocolate or strawberry. At least something that is bare able. The medicine my doctor prescribed to me takes like total shit. I kid you not. I've never tastes anything so sick in my life. I feel bad that my stomach has to endure such a disgusting liquid. It makes me want to gag and my eyes water. Eric thinks I'm being a drama queen but of course he can say that since he isn't he actually taking the medicine. Ugh! I'm feeling sick just thinking about that stuff. 
"sheesh, your making feel better" I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes. 
"the truth hurts, doesn't it? Although I'm really glad that your feeling better. Hurry back because I'm lonely in our dorm room" Lily tells me. When I got released from the hospital, Eric insisted that I stay with him at his place since I didn't take care of myself the last time. Not that I was complaining. I'll take any time I have with Eric; especially cuddle time. Heehee. 
"sorry about that but I'll be back on Monday. Eric's going to unleash me back into the wild" I tell her. I'd rather stay cooped up in Eric's cage thank you very much. 
"so are you still in trouble?" Lily asks. I snort. 
"why you even ask such a stupid question? Of course I'm still in trouble. Huge trouble" I say. Since I was getting back to health, Eric hasn't punished me yet. But the clocks ticking until the moment my butt becomes toast. 
"I was just wondering. But hey, Eric's had time to cool off so it'll be a little better" She says hopefully. FYI, my butt doesn't believe that for a second. 
"hey Cori Baby, I need to discuss some things with you" I hear Eric call for me. Gulp. And he was using the tone that implies I'm about to be spanked. Just great. Lily jinxed me. Thanks a lot Lily.  My butts yelling CODE RED! CODE RED!! I guess the clock has rung and it's finally the moment. 
"what do you want to talk about?" I ask Eric as I sit down next to him on the couch. Okay, so I'm playing dumb. I'm pretty sure his "discussion" doesn't involve a lot of talking. Ugh. Eric pulls me into his lap and holds me tight against him. 
"since your almost completely better, I think it's time that you face the consequences for your actions" He says before kissing my cheek. Sigh  Just as I figured. 
"Okay. But remember that I had a very serious illness which was painful enough, so take that into consideration"  I say leaning back in his embrace. I think that bronchitis should count for SOMETHING, right?
"I'll keep that in mind" Eric says, rolling his eyes. Hmph, he better. 
"will you please hold me first though?" I ask giving him my best puppy dog eyes. Eric grins. 
"of course" he says pulling me close to him in his arms. Happy sigh. I just LOVE cuddle time with Eric. 
"so did you ever call your mom back?" Eric asks me. My mom called me at the beginning of the week to see how I was doing, but I wasn't feeling well enough to talk to her. I had yet to call her back. I shake my head no against Eric's shoulder. 
"just do what ever your comfortable with, angel. You can call her back when your ready" Eric tells me. 
"after thinking about it, it's just... I don't know if I'm ready for her to be in my life. But there's a part of me that is curious, you know?" I say quietly. As much as I dislike my past, she's still my mom and at least she's trying to form a relationship with me. 
"I understand that. I really want you to take your time with it though. I don't want you to get hurt again" He says. You and me both, mister. Ugh. 
"I'll take my time" I promise Eric. Hmmm, I wonder how much time I'll need. Eric smiles into my hair, satisfied with my answer. 
"Let's get your spanking over with so we can enjoy the weekend. Well, I guess as much as you can with a sore ass anyway" Eric says snickering. Very funny. Not! I fold my arms and glare at him. 
"your mean" I say, pretending to be deeply hurt by his words. Sheesh, I'm already getting spanked. Don't rub it in. 
"Mhmm" he murmurs while nibbling on my ear. It's hard to to keep up my mad face when he's doing that; especially if it feels good. Be strong, Cori. 
"Come on, little one. Stand up and pull your pants down" Eric says back in serious mode. I guess it's time to walk the plank of spanking doom.Why me? 
"Eric, are you sure that I'm well enough for this?" I ask as I stand up from his lap and start to pull my victoria secret sweatpants down. Maybe he'll have a change of heart or something.
"don't even start. Your fine" He tells me as he takes a hold of my hand and guides me over his knees. Finger snap! It was worth a try. I'm always desperate right before my behind's warmed good. I feel the weight of Eric's hand on my panty clad butt. 
"why are you over my lap right now, baby?" Eric asks me. I really don't want to answer because I know he's gonna spank me. 
"Because I didn't take care of myself" I say toward the ground. He raises his hand and brings it down hard on each cheek. Ouch!
"be more specific please" Eric tells me next. Grrrr. Why does he need to know the details anyways? Can we just get this show on the road...
"I got sick and then I got even sicker" I say annoyed. Happy? 
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Okay he wasn't happy. Those full blown smacks HURT. Me and my bug mouth. 
"Do you want to try that again or shall I continue?" Eric asks me, patting my butt in warning. 
"no, I'm sorry! When I started to get sick, I should have rested and stayed inside" I hurriedly say so there wouldn't be any more pre-spanking sprees. 
"what (smack) else should you (smack) have done instead (smack) of driving an hour (smack) away to see your mom? (smack)" he asks while landing hard smacks. My poor butt is already hurting. 
"go to a doctor" I tell him, trying not to wiggle around. I would have gone to Eric but he was at work. So I don't think that's fair. Hmph. 
"and no, angel. I don't count. Seriously Cori, you ended up really sick because you didn't want to stop for a few days. You can't ignore something like this and hope it goes away. When your sick, it doesn't go just go away; it only gets worse. That's why you got bronchitis and a pretty bad case of it too" Eric tells me before he resumes with my spanking. 
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"oww I'm sorry ah ow it won't happen again ouch" I cry out as Eric starts to spank even harder. Is his hand made of wood or something? Eric stops spanking me and rubs my hot cheeks. His hand was hard a minute ago and now it's soothing. I will never understand how that is possible. 
"I hope not baby because I hate it when your sick. Hopefully this spanking will remind in the future to take better care of yourself. What did I say would happen if you didn't take care of yourself again?" He asks me as he starts to pull my panties down. My butt is screaming for my panties to come back. Hmmm, what did he say aga- UH OH. Not Ms. Unfriendly Brush!!
"you'd paddle me with my hairbrush" I tell him while sniffling. Eric finishes pulling my panties down before he wraps his arm around my waist with a tight grasp. 
"obviously I didn't get through to you the first time. So maybe the hairbrush will work this time. Your health and well being is extremely important to me, angel and it should be for you as well" Eric says. I think the spanking you gave me around Christmas worked just fine. I'm just really forgetful. You of all people should know that, Eric. 
"I know and I'm sorry. I'll try really hard in the future, I promise" I say as pitiful as I can. My butt's going to die once Ms. Unfriendly brush comes out. 
"let's hope you keep that promise or else you'll be right back where you are now" he tells me. Okay, enough of the chit chat. Just get started already. I feel the smooth side of the brush on my warm tush before it was raised and brought down on my right sit spot. 
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Eric falls into a rhythm of alternately spanking my sit spots. Where did he get the brush from anyway? I didn't even feel him grab for it. Did it poof out of thin air? 
"ahh owww Eric please ah" I cry as tears are streaming down my face. 
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Man, I hate when he only focuses on my sit spots. It freaking hurts!!!
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"ah Eric I'm owww sorry! Ahh" I say starting to sob. I wiggle around hoping that Eric will miss a smack or two. He only tightens his grasp and raises his leg to bring my butt higher which allows better access to my thighs. So much for my wiggling plan. What else is new? Eric continues to spank my sit spots and sometimes my thighs. 
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Eric gives my poor butt ten more extremely hard smacks before he put Ms. Unfriendly brush down on the coffee table. FINALLY! I thought I'd be over his lap for ever. By this time, I'm a sobbing mess. My bottom is on fire. I better get lots of cuddle time. Eric breifly softy rubs my back to calm me down before pulling up my panties over my sore cheeks. He helps me up then sits me down gently on his lap and into his arms. I sob my heart out as in Eric's warm embrace. 
"shhhh it's okay baby shhhh I know it hurts shhhh I've got you shhhh" he whispers, soothing me as he rocks me in his safe arms. I eventually stop sobbing and crying. Eric's shirt is probably soaked with my tears. Oh well. Payback. Heehee. 
"my butt hurts" I pout looking up into Eric's green eyes. He smiles and kisses my nose. 
"I know baby girl I know. You know that I hate to spank you; especially with the hairbrush. But I do it because I love you like nothing else and I want what's best for you" Eric says while wiping a few of my tears away from my face. Kind of a funny way of showing love. 
"I know and I'm sorry. I really will try to take care of myself now" I say, smiling when Eric kisses my nose again. Yeah, I don't want another encounter with Ms. Unfriendly brush. She was really unfriendly this time. 
"your all forgiven baby and your free to work on wedding preparations again" Eric tells me as he rubs my butt. YES! Eric banned me from all things wedding until I was fully recovered. Let's just say it was torture. I couldn't even look at any magazines. Except he doesn't know that I took a quick peek at some wedding dresses online. Shhhh. I kiss him on the lips. 
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!! I have so much I want to show you" I say happily. I'm behind a whole week. Eric better be ready to spend the whole weekend devoted to wedding plans. Hopefully, I can talk him into the idea of having a s'mores bar. Who doesn't like s'mores? Heehee. 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Math Just Isn't My Thing

"Cori, did you finish your algebra II homework?" Eric asks me as he sits down next to me in the dining hall. Me? Finish my algebra II? He'll be lucky if I even attempted to open the textbook. 
"Eric, why do you alway ask questions that you already know the answer to?" I ask him as I continue to drink my smoothie. Baby, have you studied for that test? You're going shopping, again? Cori, are you ever going to stop and think before you do something? See, so many questions. 
"I don't know. I guess I just figure that you'll surprise me one. You know, since your always so full of surprises" Eric says giving me a wink and a grin while stealing some of my French fries. Oh he's hilarious. NOT!
"very funny, Mr. Comedian. Seriously Eric, you know very well how much I suck at math. It's too hard and I never understand it. I don't even bother with the homework" I complain to him. 
"angel, you can't just go to class and expect to know the material instantly. That's why the professor gives you problems to do so that you can practice. Maybe  if you tried for once in this class, you might actually understand it a little better" He tells me. 
"whats the point of even trying if I know that I'm not going to get it?" I ask with a huff. Really, it'll be hopeless. Every time I try do my math work, I get frustrated and annoyed at the book, then I curse my dumb teacher for assigning it, and after that I give up and do some online shopping. What? Buying stuff always makes me feel better. 
"you know I can always help you and they have tutoring sessions in the library that you can use at anytime" Eric suggests. (sigh). That just makes me look even dumber in front of someone. Know one understands that I suck at math. I'm probably the suckiest math person ever. Wait a minute... Is suckiest even a word? Hmmm, oh well. It is now. Heehee. 
"I know. I have other classes too. I can't just focus all on algebra II" I say eating another French fry. At least they are classes that I can keep my eyes open in; unlike some class that shall remain nameless at the moment. 
"true, but you probably should give algebra a little more of your attention this week. You have a test next week, remember?" Eric informs me. I groan. No, I didn't remember. Great. I totally bombed my last test and I have a feeling that I might explode this next test into smithereens as well. Ugh!!!
"just study a little everyday and you be'll be ready for it. I gotta get to my next class. I'll see you later baby" he says before kissing my cheek and stealing more of my fries. Meanie. I don't know how I'm going to pass this next dumb test. I haven't been understanding what is going on in class at all. That is if I even go to class; ive been skipping lately. Before you give me a look, it's an early morning class on Monday. Talk a about a sumo double whammy. (miserable sigh) I guess I could get help with algebra II or..... I could find Lily and go get a pedicure. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions. Who am I kidding? Algebra II can wait. My cute toes need some TLC asap. 
A Couple Days later:
"be prepared for your Test on Monday. Hopefully you have all been using your time wisely and reviewing the class material daily. I know that algebra II doesn't seem that important but I will reminder that it is. Freshman have to pass all of their classes in order to advance to the next grade. So I wouldn't blow this class off if I were you because it will comeback and bite you in the butt in the end. Everyone understand? Good. Class dismissed" Mr. Kane tells us as he starts to erase the board. At once, everyone gets up from their seats and makes their way to the door fast. It's like a zebra stampede or something. No one likes Mr. Kane. He is so boring and strict that a ton of people fall asleep or don't bother showing up to class at all. No lie, the guy next to me feel asleep and started to snore. I had to flick him awake with my sparkly purple nails. Anyway, once I reach freedom outside the classroom I make my way out of the building. I don't have another class until the afternoon so I'm going to go wake up Eric and force him to cuddle with me. What? I need to have my daily dose of cuddle or else I get cranky. Grrrr. 
"hey, Cori" Lily says as she walks up to me as I was about to head outside. 
"what's up girl? Wait, aren't you supposed to be in an English class right now?" I ask her confused. She sighs. Uh oh...
"I was but I got kicked out for the rest of class" Lily tells me. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Did I just hear her correctly?
"WHAT?!?" I say shocked. 
"you heard me. I got kicked out because I kept trying to prove a point to her and she got mad. At least I wasn't the only who got sent out but it's still bad. Felipe is going to be sooo mad at me" She says. Yikes! Felipe is not going to be happy. Yup, her butt is probably pissed at her right now. Mine would be. Hmmmm, unless Felipe doesn't find out.
"just tell Felipe that the teacher let you out early. How well he know that you got kicked out" I advice. Hell yes! This plan should be in my hall of fame of plans or something. 
"I don't know if that's going to work, Cori" Lily says with suspicion. Gasp! I'm offended. She's doubting my awesome plan. Give me some credit. Not all of my plans fail....well, okay so most of them do but how does she know that this one won't? 
"come on, it's worth a shot. It's not like you want to just go ahead and say 'hey babe, guess what happened to me? The teacher kicked me out of class'" I tell her. She grimaces slightly seeing my point. 
"fine, I'll use your suggestion" she says sighing. Yay! Happy dance time. 
"come on, walk with me" I say pulling her arm. We walk out of the building and toward the dorms. 
"so how did your algebra class go?" Lily asks me. Ugh! She just had to mention that. 
"the same as usual. Nothing worth mentioning. I don't know what I'm going to do on the test on Monday" I tell her. 
"just go to the library and get help from a tutor. It's not that hard. Plus you don't want to end up on academic probation. I hear it sucks" she tells me. Gulp. Academic probation? Shit!
"don't worry, Lily. All I have to do is pass the test. I can at least get a d or a c easily" I tell her. Or at least I think I can....

Day of the test:
OMG!!! What is this madness? It's like I'm taking a foreign language or something. I don't know what I don't even know. Ugh! 
"Forty five more minutes left. You should be at least half way done with your exam" Mr. Kane informs the class. WHAT! Half way done? I'm not even finished the first question. I'm sooooo screwed!! Eric is going to kill my butt when he finds out this. That is if he finds out.... Oh who am I kidding? Eric always find out. He is like a freaking Sherlock Holmes or something. 
"Thirty more minutes left to complete the test" Mr. Kane says aloud. Oh great. There is no way I'm going to finish this. Sigh. I put my head down hoping that a math inspiration will just pop into my head or something. I'm completely desperate at this point. Or my butt is at least. 
"Times up. Bring your exams to the front please" Mr. Kane demands at his desk. Gulp. I collect my bag and my test and walk toward his desk. Suddenly I get like a special feeling or something and my brain just clicked. I  march right up to Mr. Kane and throw his dumb test that gives my poor brain headaches at him. 
"Here is your psychotic test. Well I hope your happy, Mr. Kane. I just want to let you know that this is the only class that makes me want to sell one of my pairs of shoes than take your test. See! Totally serious stuff. Plus I think I got a paper cut from flipping through all those pages. What was that anyway? A hundred page test? You suck Mr. Kane" I tell him quite aggressively if I do say so myself. I even scared myself a little. Heehee. Mr. Kane looked shocked by my words. His mouth was practically on the floor. Some of my peers overheard what I said and stayed to watch. They even agree with me because a over sized Johnny Bravo look alike started chanting,
"Mr. Kane sucks! Mr. Kane sucks!" Eventually everybody started chanting along with him. I have Mr. Kane a smirk as the chants continued around me. Take that Mr. Kane. Hee hee. Ha ha. Nanana. 
"Ms. Fleming, are you going to hand in your test or not? You've been standing there staring into to space" Mr. Kane says snapping his fingers into my face. I blink rapidly. 
"What? Oh, um... Sorry. Here" I toss my test into the pile and hurry away from Mr. Kane's stern gaze. 
"Grrrr. I hate that class so much!!!" I huff once I'm out of THAT room. I stomp down the stairs. I need a shopping fix to calm my nerves. Quick. I gotta get to the nearest store I can find so my head ache will go away. I fling open the door to the mathematics building just as my cell phone starts to ring. Ugh! It's in the bottom of my purse. That's the only bad thing about huge purses. It's takes forever to find what I need. I plop down on the nearest bench and dig through my purse to find my phone. Jeeze, it's like my purse is like a black whole or something. Finally found you , annoying phone. It was just about to go to message before I answered it. 
"Hey Lils, listen lets go shopping. I so need to after that math test. I totally failed that thing. It was terrible. I had no idea what I was doing and hardly answered a thing. Ugh. So do you want to meet me at the dining hall and we'll head out?" I say into my phone as I check my nails. Hmmm, I think I maybe we should get a pedicure while we're out as well. 
"Cori, this isn't Lily". Oh shit! 

"I honestly can't believe you Cori. You failed another test" Eric tells me as I walk into his dorm room. As you can see, it was Eric on the phone. I guess my shopping plans will just have to wait since my ass will about to be toast. Why me? I probably should have looked to see who was calling before I answered. Ugh. 
"I know that Eric. Do you think I want to keep failing my tests? Math just isn't my thing" I say hoping that Eric will understand a little bit where I'm coming from. 
"No, it's just that you don't try. At all" Eric says with a sigh as he takes my hand in his and leads me toward the bed. I guess he doesn't understand. Of course he wouldn't. Him and math have a special connection. They click like instead BFFs and two peas and a pod. Me and math? We were born to hate each other. Even the thought of connecting makes me shudder. Eric sits down on the bed and pulls me over his lap. What? Already? 
"You had a week to study for your test" Eric says as he situates me so he has the best access to my butt. 
"But Eric-" I start to explain why I couldn't possibly study. I have some very good reasons mind you. Like there was marathon of one of my favorite reality tv shoes on one afternoon. And then Lily had a major hair crisis that I had to help her fix. See, very good reasons.  
"No excuses; especially when I reminded you about it like five times last week" he says while pulling my shorts down to my knees. 
"You know how forgetful I can be" I say hoping to sound as pitiful as I can. 
"Well hopefully this reminder will stick with you for awhile" Eric tells me before raising his hand and brings down hard on the center of my butt. 
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Oh my gosh, my poor booty is already on fire. 
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"Owes Eric please owwie I'm sorry ah" I cry out as my boyfriend continues to spank away on warm cheeks. 
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Seriously, is his hand made of wood or something? Ouch. Ouch. OUCH! 
"Ah Eric stop. I'm ssoorryy. Ow ow" I says starting to cry. 
"Sorry baby, I'm just getting started" Eric says and pulls my panties down. There is just nothing stopping this guy is there? 
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Okay, how is it that a thin piece of material can be so much protection?I start to sob as Eric rains down blows on my now sore ass. 
"Smack are smack you smack going smack to smack start smack preparing smack for smack your smack class smack now smack? Smack smack smack smack" Eric asks me never messing up his stride. My poor butt hurts sooo bad. Ugh. 
"I will. I will. I will. I will" I sob out. Please have mercy on me Eric. My butt is begging you. 
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After four final (excruciatingly hard, might I add) spanks, Eric FINALLY stops spanking me. I'm a sobbing mess over his lap. 
"You better not fail another math test young lady" Eric tells me as he pulls my panties into place and helping me up. Well no duh, Mr. Spanko. I was totally planning on failing my next test again so I can get another spanking. Yay. (Note the sarcasm). 
"I (sniff) won't (sniff). Now hold me" I sob out lifting my arms out toward Eric. 
"Come here baby girl. I've got you" He says bringing me into his arms. I cry my heart out because duh, my butt hurts. 
"Shhhhh little angel it's okay shhh" Eric whispers in my ear as he rocks me gently. Once I'm no longer crying, I wipe my face and lean back. 
"Eric, I know now that you were right and I should have prepared for my test better" I say. As always, Eric ends up being right. What else is new? Eric smiles at me and kisses my forehead and nose. 
"Well, I'm glad that you learned your lesson. I love you baby" he tells me with a smile and gives one last kiss on my cheek. I grin happily as I hug Eric again. Okay, so I learned three important things out of this. One, Mr. Kane is still a meanie head, two I suck and always will suck at math, and three...I need to start using smaller purses.