~FAILING IN REVERSE~ (spanking story)

~So, 11,0018 words! Just a tish longer of a chapter than last one! The reason? For the first few chapters, I'm giving you the feel for what each day looks like. Which becomes rather lengthy. I've sprinkled some fun and some feels in here, along with some cute surprises! And some not-so-cute ones. You'll have to read to find out!

You wake up. Really early. 4 o'clock in the morning early. On a Sunday. And you just want to beat yourself over the head till unconsciousness sets in for the way your body betrays you. You wish you could've slept until six at the earliest, but you suppose it didn't happen since you had fallen asleep basically right after supper last night. You need to stop doing that. At least Ben will be pleased he doesn't have to bulldoze you awake.

You're not entirely sure how much time you have to kill, since Ben didn't specify exactly, so you decide to get into some sort of morning routine:

Cold Shower.

Air dry (because you hate the towel texture).

Shave.

Toothbrush.

Clothing (which you realize you still need to organize).

And your new favorite part–

The window nook.

Sure, you do resent the fact that the window has bars, but you can get used to that. You did in juvie, so you suppose you can here too. You decide that for today, you'll cozy up inside it and imagine what it's like to have a normal life with normal friends and normal everything. That would be nice. Despite your daydreaming, you make sure you glance at your new fancy watch for the time, which had already been turned on for you, just not fully synced yet.

After about ten minutes of just sitting, you figure you might as well try to get a headstart on your organizing. Scanning the room, you realize that it will probably take a good couple hours to put everything in its rightful place. Oh well. It's not like you have anything going on for Monday, or at least you hope not. Of course, unless Ben and Kamilla were actually serious about you getting back to school. You dread that thought.

Anyways, you digress and arrive back to the task at hand.

As you rummage through your mountain of clothing that you had plopped in a heap in its own corner, you wish you could blast some music. Good music. Not that techno shit Ben likes. You remember that the fancy IPhone they gave you probably does have a feature for music. Too bad you didn't set it up last night. Perhaps Ben could help you with that this morning.

But your mind does a complete about-face when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Your cigarettes. You nearly forgot them. How, when they used to be the only things getting you out of bed in the morning? Apart from roll call in juvie, that is. Sure, juvie had its downs, but kids were sure good at smuggling in grass and cigs. You'd often trade your desserts for them. Or whatever else you could find. They were priceless to you then. What happened? You just thank God Ben and Kamilla didn't do a strip search, so you could have one piece of your past with you.

The memory throws you into hyperspeed as you lunge for the cigs that had fallen just beneath the dresser. Without a lighter, you're kind of out of luck but at the very least, you could smell them, taste them. And you figure perhaps when Ben's not looking, you could light one in the outdoor grill.

Speak of the devil.

"Hey, kiddo! Wow, I see you're already dressed. Impressive."

In a ninja-like way, you manage to duck the cigarettes inside your underwear, to be extra safe. You have this thing about boxers. You refuse to wear them because they do a terrible job of being a storage container. That's why you go for briefs. Way better at keeping things safe. Better than being one of those idiots who shoves them up where the sun don't shine.