Terry dose something Terryble >;3

[Passionate Shadow]

<Terry> Its nearly four AM when Terry comes through the woods on a bike. His antique
<Terry> 1940 Indian Scout Bobber Bike, with the red paint job i just about out of gas after a night of driving it about pretty dammed blindly when he crashes in to something he didn't see. The raven haired cerulean eyed male ended up in a miss mesh of white wood and stumbles off his bike and sort of falls over in to a rose bush and prmptly passes out. The crash wasn't loud at all. He fell alseep in a mess of thrones with great ease in his drunken stupor. Previously he had been in a street fight so he looked a little frazled up After the fight he promply got trashed and tried to head home but ended up here insted.IIt wouldn't be untill the occupant of the home steppedout side to see the mess in back of her home that the boy had caused. Dressed in his ushul attier he looked like a punk from a few generations back with a bike to compleate the onsomble!
* @Emily- had taken her weekly allergy medication, which let her sleep fairly soundly, even through crashes apparently, and slept on, At about seven AM, after a nice little breakfast, and her morning news program, Emily changed into her day clothes, apron, and gardening gloves to do some tending to her garden. As soon as she stepped out of her house, her gardening basket fell out of her
* @Emily- hand with a loud clatter, trowels, tools, and seed packets falling onto the paved bit of walkway, as she let out a loud, shrill. "GOOD LORD!" And rushed over to Terry!
<Terry> Terry had a few small scrapes, and cuts on his face and one really nice black eye from the fight but other wise he seemed pretty okay as he rested on the rose bushes. He had the faint scent of beer about him. He was breathing slowly still fast asleep as she came over. Sprawled out on the thorny bed. He seemed pretty okay aside from the minor injuries. Just a bit out f it and a pretty heavy sleeper.
* @Emily- smelt the foul stench of alcohol on the young man, and quickly pieced together the puzzle. She knelt down and checked his vitals, pressing two fingers to his neck... steady pulse. Good sign. He was breathing just fine... only minor injuries... After all this, she said in a firm, loud voice. "WAKE UP." And gave him a none-too-gentle nudge to the shoulder to help him do so.
<Terry> Terry's vivid blue eyes shot open and he flailed about and landed on his face in the dirt after he shot up. He groaned and gripped the grass below him with semi leather clad hands. He pushed himself to sit up and shook his head and winced setting a hand to his head as his eyes fluttered open and he started to take in his surroundings. "Wha...?" He was distraught as he turned to see the bike and the fence and he turned about taking in the house, and the garden. Then his eyes settled on the woman taking in her features.
* @Emily- frowned down at the hung over delinquent in her yard, broken fence pieces all around, trampling her rose bush with his body. She huffed impatiendly, and snapped her fingers at the boy. "Get. Up... NOW." She said, rather harshly, leaving no confusion about just what she wanted from him.

<Terry> Terry shook his head once more everything was still spinning a bit but he hopped to his feet with a small stumble as he regained he balance and offered up a "Yes ma'am." He turned gently and winced at the wince. "I...I'm awefully sorry about that miss." He offered trying to recall what happened last night D=
<@Emily-> "Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be young man." She set both hands on her hips, and fixed the boy with a rather frightfully stern glare, "Another of the Fausts kids, I take it?" She asked, as if she was already certain of the answer, looking the boy, and his rocker-punk outfit up and down, already making up her mind that he was a no good troublemaker who didn't deserve a bit of
<@Emily-> leniency.
<Terry> Terry winced at that first bit. He was sorry! So much so he was willing to replace and fi her fence for her! His thoughts were jared off by her next few word. He had a bit of a head ache. "No Ma'am." He assured her he wasn't related to James or Clair. "However I was headin' there last night-cause that's my current residence." He explained a bit.
* @Emily- sighed with some frustration, setting her teeth on edge, and hissing out the words at the young man. "Are you under their care?" She didn't care for the details, she just wanted to know whether or not she was allowed to whoop the skin offa this kid or not! ><
<Terry> Terry moved a hand back bruhing black bangs out of his face and rubbing the back of his head as he slid the thumb in to his pocket. "Well concidering the moira, I'll admit your conjecture is correct Ma'am. My name is Terry, Jace, Saunders; and I recognize mister and misses Faust as keepers." Boy he sure did talk funny compaired to most of the other kids that had been around here.
* @Emily- raised a silent eyebrow to that. "I see. Then you'll likely know that the Fausts take a rather dim view of their children drunkenly riding into fences in the wee hours of the morning, correct?" The look on her face said 'do not even try to lie to me, because I already knwo the truth.'.
<Terry> Terry winced even more at that. he took a light breath and shifted his weight from one foot on to anouther uneasily at that. "Yes Ma'am I do." He said after turning his gaze downward before returning it to her looking up just a bit to meet her brown eyes.
* @Emily- nodded only one, and met his gaze with her own, solid as a rock. "I feel it's only fair to let you know that the Fausts and I have an agreement on the subject of discipline, and they'll be finding out about your little joyride, shortly after I deal with you myself." Emily pointed toward the tree in her back yard, "You're gonna go back, and pick me a couple of those branches,
* @Emily- understand? And You're gonna sit and clean em, and you're gonna do a good job, or it's your hind end that'll pay the price." Emily took the pocket knift from her pocket, (Normally reserved for trimming up root-veggies nice and neat before putting htem into her basket) grabbed Terry's hand, and dropped it there. "Go on."

<Terry> Terry only blinked gently at that. He looked over to the large willow tree as if sizing it up. Great- she was gonna tell his 'folks' about his 'joy ride'. He frowned at that and eyed over the knife she set in his palm. He thumbed it. It was pretty dull compared to the piece he had in the pocket of his jeans. "Excuse me ma'am?" He asked gently in a meek sort of voice. He pulled the wooden handled switch blade from his pocket and pressed the button allowing the blade to swing open. "I think might work a bit better on cleaning the branches." It was a very exsoensive knife and any knife collector would call you crazy for using it to prune clippings with it! "Whitch would you rather me use?" he asked not sure if she wanted him to toil over the work to make them perfect or really just make them perfect a might quicker with such a sharp edge.
* @Emily- took her knife back and pocketed it, "Use your own, the faster you get the job done, the faster I get my job done. Now get." She nudged her head in the direction of the tree, and stood waiting.
<Terry> Terry nodded and darted off. He looked up at the tree and sighed heavly with a sinking feeling in his chest. He cut about seven clippings and took each one and set the edge of his knife to the side of each bit and pressed his thumb on the other sde and stripped them with the ut most easy and dexterity. He prunned them to such perfection he might as well be hiered as an exspert flower arranger. His task took under a minute as he cut them to be in varrying lengths. He unddled them up in one hnd and closed the kinfe and returned it to his pocket before heading back over. "Here you go Ma'am..." He offered meekly. "If it's any consolation I'd be more than happy to mend what I've done and replace your fence so you don't have to worry about a thing. " He said sounding more concerned about her fence rather then what she was about to do to him.
* @Emily- watched the boy scurry off and grab the branches down. She handn't told him how many to take on purpose, she wanted to see just how many he thought he deserved to have broken over his backside. Hm. Seven. Perhaps he wasn't such a bad apple after all. He obviously had some sort of sense of guilt to tear down seven, instead of two or three. Her instincts were proven right as he
* @Emily- brought the bundle of twigs back, and handed them over, neatly trimmed and pruned to her liking, even offering to mend her fence, meek as a lamb. "Well, that'd be pretty fair of you, I imagine." Emily nodded approvingly. "And I'll take you up on that, once we're settled things here." She walked around the side of the house, to a low shelf that held her gardening supplies. it was about
* @Emily- knee high, and sturdy. She cleared off what few pots remained there, most of them used during the summer, and set them aside. "Alright." She pointed to the shelf." I want your drawers down, and your hands on this table."

<Terry> Terry was eyeing over the damaged fence as she spoke. He was trying to figuer out how long it would take. It didn't seem that bad off in fact. He could most definately set to work on it and finish it off with in a few hourse. He followed her around like an obediant puppy. He watched her for a moment before ndding gently in reply and stepped up. He pulled off his leather coat and dropped it on top before unbuckleing hie belt and slid the leather bit out of his jeans and set the folded strap aside and placed the strange holdster thing next to that and went to unbutton his jeans. He wasn't a stranger to the switch. Very few, and very old memories were connected to such an implimeant. He was quick about his work despite the daunting feeling he had as he took a small trip down memory lane. In no time the denim eans were down to his knees and the pitch black boxeers followed giving her a rather large target range if she wanted it. He bent forward and placed his hands down on the low shelf and sort of bit hit lip tonguing a piercing fro just a momment out of anticipation.
* @Emily- watched all this, his obedient disrobing, as she set six switches aside, tapping the remaining long twig lightly against the side of her calf as she waited. As soon as Terry was bent over, she stepped forward and pushed down on his back, making it dip down and arch, and cause the young man to push his backside out at the perfect angle. She stepped back, and took aim, tapping
* @Emily- the branch against her target, the center of his rounded backside, and pulled it back, before bringing it down with a distinctive whistle, before a diceivingly soft *Thwip!* As it landed, the line that appeared on both cheeks blooming from a pale white to a vivid red in the matter of two seconds.
<Terry> Terry felt the hand on his back and moved with her touch and pushed his hips back gently allowing her to place him how ever she saw fit. He stopped nipping at his lip as he felt the bit of plant trimming tap against his pale skin and he closed his eyes for just a momment pressing his hands flat against the table beneath him. He took a breath and gently sighed trying not to tense up. Terry's legs were shapely and nicely defined with tight muscles beneath that vanilla white skin. He clenched his teeth at the switch bit in to his skin, stifling a small whimper and his eyes closed even tighter before popping open. He stayed perfectly still other than allowing his shoulder to tense up ever so faintly. He seemed as if he intended on total submission for the duration of the punishment. It seemed he was exspecting Emily to do her worst.
* @Emily- surveyed her submissive charge, his tensing shoulders, and jaw as he tried to endure, the wise choice to release his lip, before his teeth damaged it, this was one who'd taken a good deal of the rod before, if she wasn't mistaken. His composure gave Emily leave let fly the switch, which she did, now at a blistering pace, pulling it backward, and whipping it forward with a
* @Emily- controlled motion of her lower arm, and an expert flick of her wrist, quickly painting the truant young man's cheeks with stinging stripes, moving slowly downward, occasionally catching one of her previous marks, and lashing down over the top of it, raising his skin up a bit as she did so, with the force of her lashes. This was no pattycake session to be sure.
<Terry> Terry turned his gaze forward and he picked a spot to stare at and focus on. He pressed his hands down on to the table and his upper body tensed up little by little as if trying to push the table in to the ground. Just a simple distraction form the pain. As the first strike over lapped he let out a small sound of pain as he took a breath. Truth be told he could stand quite a bit of this. His right hand slowly closed it's self in to a fist. and after a few moment he opened it and placed it flat against the table once more as if pawing at it like a kitten. His hips on the other hand stayed as still as a statue remembered to their base. Other then a few small involuntary twitches of his muscles his lower half remained very still. He still let out a few small restrained sounds of pain at each particularly well placed swat but he tried toe remain as quiet as possible for her. He didn't like it when his spankees made those sorts of sounds so why should he make 'em?
<@Emily-> Try as Terry might, the table was sturdy, made of solid wood Emily had sanded down herself, and it wasn't coming down anytime soon. She watched her nearly silent spankee stay steady as well, only moving in small, subtle, involentary ways, staying quite the tough customer. Emily, on the other hand, was quite vocal at the moment, letting her displeasure know, as she flicked the switch
<@Emily-> downward, now meeting the low angle of his backside, where it met his thighs, that tender curve that streched out so nicely in this sharply bent position. "I don't know what a boy your age is thinking drinking and carrying on like that in the first place. Driving around the woods when you're stone cold drunk, Gettin' that shiner lord knows where. Probably from some other punk kid who
<@Emily-> thinks he's more grown up than he is." Her words bit almost as harshly as the switch.
<@Emily-> *be known
<Terry> Terry knew that pressing against the table was a good distraction from the pain mainly because it was generally un-noticed. He gasped quickly, inhaling a sharp breath as the first strike that snapped vivaciously across one of the more tender areas lit up solid red after biting in to his skin. He panted slightly and felt his heat sink at the tongue lashing. He was starting to recall just exactly why he was dunk in the fist place. It was a very deep subject that ripped his the strings attached to his heart clean off. It was also part of the reason he's gotten in to the fight.
<Terry> He let a small sniffle pass. Flicking a wet tongue out over dry lips He felt a little dehydrated but that was to be expected after drinking so much. And yes- ouch that last one was to his pride like a broad sword slicing though warm butter. He whimpered softly a few moments later by a soft pout as he drew a deep breath his shoulders expanding with it. He really did try to be 'like an adult' when he was around all the little ones.
* @Emily- continued in that fashion, now moving onto the youngster's upper thighs, peppering them with lashes that crisscrossed here and there, the seldom-touched skin responding more dramatically than the padded skin of his backside, welts raising up whenever a particularly harsh lash kissed his skin. "Crashing into someone's fence you've never even met in your life, well, that's a fine
* @Emily- introduction, isn't it young man?" An especially harsh lash fell right where the curve of his backside met his thighs. It'd rub painfully whenever he walked, and she knew it. A matching lash fell right on top of it, causing the skin to go crimson, and puffy. "Is that how you'd like people to remember you? As a drunk stumbling fool?"
<Terry> This time both hands curled up tight against the wooden desk and he hissed sucking in some air at the first out of the pair of strategically placed strikes. The second brought forth a small yelp and he only shifted forward about and inch for just a moment before pushing himself back to the exact same position as his hand closed tightened, his knuckles turning white before he opened them and slid them across the smooth wood and his shook his head back and forth s quickly it may have seemed like it just might pop off his shoulders. "N-no Ma'am! It's isn't." He awnsered both questions at once, quickly to do so too as tears started to sting his eyes. He shivered for a moment as he closed his eyes before oppening those glossy bits letting his head fall and hang. Very few crystal tears fell from his face and pooled beneath him on the leather jacket, each one sliding down the smooth black leather to join the others. Terry didn't want to be looked upon as some one who only could do terrible things-he actually liked being viewed as some one who could do good things for others. And yess what a horrible first impression he made upon her- he'd have to work really hard in convincing her he wasn't just anouther punk off the street D=
* @Emily- raised the switch high over her head, cracking it down over his backside, only to have it snap in two... she tossed it aside, and reached for another, swishing it back and forth in the air testingly, likely to the discomfort of the boy beside her. "Well, I should hope not." She took her time, swiping it through the air over and over. Once she found it to her liking, Emily started
* @Emily- up again, ignoring the tears that fell down the young man's cheeks. "Then perhaps young man, you should rethink the way you're living your life, and how you're presenting yourself." This time, she aimed her lash diagonally, across all the previous welts and lines she'd formed, and steadied herself, waiting for the howl that she'd expect from any other youngster in this position, not
* @Emily- sure if Terry would make a peep.
<Terry> Terry yelped tossing his head back and his eyes snapped open wide as tears filled to the brims as he didn't blink arching his back just about as much as it could bend as his gaze settled on the morning sky. He panted slightly and his eyes fluttered at the sound of her testing out another switch and he closed his eyes panting a bit heavier. He looked about the table as he let his head fall listening to that awful noise and took a deep breath, moving his diaphragm. He shifted uncomfortable at her words as they didn't quite settle right. They made him uppity and on edge. His thoughts were once again directed to the previous night and things had started to become a good deal cleared and his huffed out a few soft sobs. Remaining still much quieter than most. Still he gave a few pathetic sounds. he gifted her with a small light cry from his lips as the first strike of the new switch fell. As the next strike landed diagonally his teeth grit shut and his jaw stiffened and his front half suddenly went down. He was now perched on shivering elbows and his fore arms as Terry whined just bit his right leg turned and his shoe made a scratching sound against the earth as it turned every so slightly one way before returning back to where it was, the foot never lifting off the ground. as he bent forward this stretched the abused skin eve more so. Terry shook his head more so out of pin as he nodded in agreement not trusting his voice moving and pushing against the wood and arching his back keeping his hands flat. He seemed mighty willing to tough it outuntill she was satisfied. Definately fighting the urge to touch the now very tender, stripped skin. The ushed that thought out of his head as he focused on keeping position.
* @Emily- watched Terry's back rise and fall with panted breaths, observed the sobs coming from his lips, soft as they were, they were a show of genuine remorse for what he'd done, not the crocodile variety of tears she'd become used to ignoring from the young faust kids. His feeble movements made it all the more clear that she may have misjudged him in the beginning. He wasn't defiantly
* @Emily- trying to tough it out, he was submissively withstanding as well as he could. With a silent nod, he couldn't see, she raised up the switch one last time, and drove it down again, on the opposite diagonal, forming an X over the straight across stripes that covered his entire sitting area, cheeks, sitspot, thighs and all, and braced herself for yet another cry.
Terry> The raven haired boy yelped at that one crossed every single one of the other stripes. He dropped down again this time seemingly going the full length as he brought his arms closer in and crossed them over the heavy, dense coat. He sort of buried his face down just a bit as blue eyes popped out over vivid bright, silken red shirt with frilled french shirt. He sobbed bit more openly as his knees locked in to place. He could feel each mark and where they had been placed perfectly over his ht skin that seemed to throb in place. His ham strings were thoughts as he did this. Although Terry was crying rather openly as tiny sobs shook his shoulders and chest, he was still very soft spoken. Not quite bawling with a lot of noise that usually accompanied this. He was feeling quite a few mixed feelings all at once and that only added in to his small saddened display. He pawed at the leather beneath hims a few more times before pressing against it and whimpered pushing his upper half up again. "M...Ma'am...I...I meant when I said I was sorry." he coughed up through a lightly choked voice. "A...and....I would hope...that...I...c-can mmmake up for m-m-my poor behavior." he mannaged out rather asily. It was true so why would he have a tough time admitting it? He really was remorseful and didn't want to add one more on to the list of people who looked down on him. He just hopped it wasn't too late to change her view of him. "P...Please M...ma'am-I...I want to show you I'm not all b...bad." he said tearing up a bit more at the thought of some one thinking he waste of space. He didn't want to be just some trash that didn't belong because of what sort of dress or music styles he liked. He wanted to live up to the idea of a good role model. He knew his habits of drowning his sorrows n booze were bad for himself but now it seemed like they were hurting others as well. He only cried a bit more mournfully as this passed his mind. All of this combine with the memory of his Father seemed to really sink in and hit him deeply leaving much more of a mark than those stripes on his now very raw backside.
* @Emily- let out a sigh, and snapped the twig in half, tossing it aside, for Terry to see. "I'm glad you want to make up for what you've done..." She cleared her throat behind him, and turned away. "You can start by pulling up your drawers, we're finished up here, I believe. I don't think you'll be sitting on that bike for a good while yet, it'll give you some time to think about what
* @Emily- you were doing on it. And let me tell you, that pain in your tush is alot less than if you'd broken your arm, I'll tell you that much." She wasn't about to send him off to fix her fence when he could likely barely walk without wincing. That'd come in a day or two, it wouldnt' kill her to wait...
<Terry> Terry stiffened a bit and slowly moved to stand. He groaned a bit feeling as if all those stripes just pressed themselves closer together. He stretched the waist band on his black boxers and tugged them up wards so the elastic wouldn't rub against the skin. He took a momment as he hooked his fingers in to the belt loops and quickly tugged up the jeans. He huffed out a few more soft pouts as he buttoned and zipped the front up. He went about putting his belt back on and strapped on his holdster whitch held most of his valuables. He stifflly tgged on a leather coat and used teh side of his leather clad thumb to clear away his tears. He still looked like a punk the way he was dressed but really more people should learn to understand the leather and denim wasn't just a look it was for safety! No one like getting road rash when they fell off a bike going thirty miles an hours ; ^ ; He faced her and reached back rubbing the pained area through his jeans. He nodded gently in reply at her words though she wouldn't be able to see it. He knew what it was like to break something. He broke his clavicle in foot ball one that was no fun. "Yes ma'am, I will ma'am." He assured her he would. He moved to sniffle getly and winced as he took his first step- oh yeah the walk home was going to be real hell. He stiffly walked over to where the pulled bike was and bent down tears still stinging his eyes as he picked it up and wheeled it back a bit. He put the kicks stand up and moved to kneel down by the fence and started to gather up the bits of broken wood and made a neat stack of wood. "I...I promises I'll fix this...make it good as new. " He said nervously as his shaky hands moved about to pick up ever little slither of wood that was scattered in the grass.
* @Emily- let out a sigh, hearing the young man struggle with his own clothes, though she couldn't see him doing so. She'd been in this spot enough times to know the sound of someone holding in a gasp when the seat of their jeans fit tight over a set of welts. She finally turned around as he spoke, watching him hobble off to his bike, finally coming to join him, as she saw him stoop down
* @Emily- to pick up the splintered pieces of wood. "Alright, that's enough of that, Leave it be." She said a with gruff affection, hoisting the wood out of his arms, and tossing it aside into a pile. "It's not as if you can fix it this second, and you're in no shape to." Tossing a glance in the direction of the Faust home, she let out yet another long-suffering sigh. "And I'd imagine your parents
* @Emily- are worried sick that their kid has been gone all night. I can't imagine they'll be pleased to hear he slept off his liqour in my front yard..." Emily reached up and patted Terry on his shoulder, knowing the sort of lecture he'd get once he got home, and nowhere near envying the boy. "You head on home, and I'll call your folks and let them know you're coming."