Authors Notes: This story takes place in the middle of the episode 'The Escape'. Written - September 21, 2003
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, and I am not making any money from these stories.
Warning: Non consensual disciplinary spanking of a teen by a teen.

. . .
. . .
Tijuana


Seth and Ryan had decided to go to Tijuana for one last summer fling, along with most of the other kids in Orange County. Summer and Marissa had decided to go to Tijuana too, but at the last minute they lost their ride. Seth invited them to go with him and Ryan, and even though Summer didn't really want to, she couldn't find another ride. Summer sat in front with Seth who was driving, and Ryan sat in back with Marissa. As soon as they were on the road, Summer started to complain.

Summer said, "We should be there in like three hours?'

Seth said, "No. The GPS says ETA's three and a half."

Summer said tauntingly, "Well, that's because someone drives like an old woman."

"I'm doing 70 in a 65 zone."

"80 is the new 70"

Seth was mildly amused and said, "What? Who talks like that?"

Summer was annoyed said sarcastically, "Who gets passed by a van full of nuns? Oh wait. Who? Cohen does!"

Seth tried to stay calm and said, "Well, they have God on their side, Summer. Okay? I'm not gonna be Jesus."

Summer still annoyed said, "I'm gonna call Holly and see how far ahead of us they are, and she's a girl."

"That's weirdly insulting to your own gender."

"Not as insulting as it is to you."

Seth conceded and said, "Point taken."

Summer complained, "I'm so dehydrated. What is up with the A/C?! My hair is frizzing out. It looks like Howard Stern's."

Seth said humorously, "See, strangely I feel like my Jew fro benefits from this climate."

Summer looked at him with distaste and said, "You're Jewish?"

Seth getting exasperated said, "Yes."

Then trying the humor again he said, "That's why I feel so comfortable in this desert heat."

Summer was unhappy and shrill as she said, "GOD! This is a nightmare! I'm sweating to death like on a rickshaw, driving 10 miles an hour, listening to this music!"

"Hey. Do NOT insult Death Cab."

"It's like one guitar and a whole lot of complaining."

Seth was now very irritated. He said, "Who reminds me of someone else who's doing a whole lot of complaining Summer. You! Now listen to me, I am driving this vehicle, and I'm gonna drive at the speed that I feel comfortable, okay. It's my music. It's my snacks…"

Summer interrupted, "Kudos and Goldfish? What are you eight?"

Seth said in a calm voice, "Ryan, Marissa, say good by to Summer."

Summer said, "What are you doing?"

"Leaving you at the side of the road."

Summer shrieked, "No you're not!" as she grabbed the steering wheel.

Seth and Summer struggled for control of the wheel. Ryan and Marissa shouted at them to stop while they fought. They ended up running off the road, and killing the car.


The four of them got a cheep hotel room with one bed, and a fold out couch. Summer again started complaining the second they got in the room.

"Eewww."

Seth said, "It's not exactly the honeymoon suite."

Marissa, trying to make the best of it said, "Yeah. Well, it's only for one night until the axle is fixed."

Ryan shrugged and said, "I've stayed in worse."

Summer said, "That's nothing to brag about."

Summer walked over to the bed and looked at the quilt. She said sarcastically, "Sweet. Do we have to pay extra for the pubes? This is so gross you guys. I can not stay here."

Ryan said, "Well, unless you feel like hitch hiking again."

Summer pulled a feather out of her hair and said condescendingly, "No. Thank you. I've spent enough time in a truck full of chickens."

Ryan rolled his eyes and walked away. He didn't understand what Seth saw in her.

Trying to calm Summer down Marissa said, "Well hey, we're lucky that guy stopped for us."

Summer was still irritated and gestured to Seth, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, as she said, "Yeah, well we'd be even luckier if Cole Trickle here hadn't driven us off the road,"

Seth said, "Who the HELL is Cole Trickle?"

"Tom Cruise. Days of Thunder."

Marissa said, "Hey guys, can we try to be positive here?"

Seth said sarcastically, "Yeah. Okay. I am positive that this is Summer's fault."

Summer looking around the room said, "I am positive that I'm leaving this place with a rash."

"Oh, so you plan on making some extra money tonight?"

Summer glared at Seth and said, "Uhhhh."

She walked to the bathroom and said, "Eeww. This bathroom is so….eeww!"

Ryan and Marissa left to go find some food, and ended up talking next to a snack machine outside the hotel for a long time.


Seth was sitting alone on the bed. He turned on the TV and said to himself, "Hey, static. That's awesome."

Summer came out of the bathroom in a short nightie and said, "What are you doing?"

"Almost watching TV. This is either Sponge Bob Square Pants, or JAG."

Summer put her hands on her hips, and commanded, "Get off the bed. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner it will be morning, and this nightmare will be over."

Seth didn't move.

Summer said, "I'm not sleeping on that couch. It's stained, and smells foul. You sleep there."

Seth stayed on the bed and said sarcastically, "After you've made it sound so appealing? Right. Have fun. Good night."

Summer yelled, "Come on! Get off the bed!"

"Nope."

Summer whined, "Be like a gentleman."

Seth put his hands behind his head and said, "Chivalry's dead sugar."

Summer walked to the bed and pulled back the covers and got in. She turned to Seth and threatened, "You make a move… I rip out your jugular."

"Hey. Pillow talk." Seth said as he turned off the TV.

Still fully clothed and on top of the covers, Seth laid down facing away from Summer. He said, "Good night. Pleasant dreams."

Summer sat up and turned towards Seth. She said in a loud voice, "Pleasant Dreams?!"

Seth rolled his eyes, but stayed silent hoping Summer would let it go.

She didn't. "Yeah, right. Like anyone could have pleasant dreams in this….this place. It's so disgusting here, that I'll probably have nightmares of cockroaches or bed bugs, what ever those are."

"Okay, have a nice nightmare then."

Summer was fuming. "This is completely your fault!"

Seth got angry too. He sat up to look at Summer, as he said, "No, Summer. This is all entirely your fault. You're the one who grabbed the steering wheel while I was driving. You made us run off the road, which caused the car to break. So, you have no one to blame for sleeping here but yourself!"

Summer yelled, "You were going to leave me on the side of the road!"

Seth sighed. "I wouldn't have really left you on the side of the road, I just wanted you to stop complaining. You should have known that Marissa and Ryan wouldn't have let me leave you."

Summer started to say something, but Seth cut her off with, "AND, even if I was going to leave you on the side of the road, grabbing the steering wheel when someone's driving is dangerous and stupid."

Summer yelled, "STUPID! Are you calling me Stupid?!"

Seth shrugged and said, "Maybe I should have said bratty?"

"Bratty! So what, you think I'm six now?"

"No, I remember you when you were six. You're meaner now. Maybe I should have said bitchy."

Summer glared and said, "I hate everything about this trip. I hate your car, your driving, your music, this hotel, and mostly I hate you!"

At the end of her rant Summer punched Seth in the arm as hard as she could. Seth almost fell off the bed. He grabbed his arm and said, "Oww!"

He glared at her, and she glared back. He lost his temper and said, "That's IT."

Seth grabbed both of Summer's arms and put her face down across his lap while she tried to punch him again. The nightie she was wearing was so short, that when she was across his lap he had a nice view of her panties. He was momentarily distracted by the sight, but shook his head as he brought his hand down on the center of her bottom with a loud 'smack'.

Summer's eyes got wide. She was silent for the first smack, but when the second one landed she yelled at the top of her lungs, "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!!!"

Seth yelled back, "I don't know!" Smack… Smack.

"You can't spank me!"

Seth thought, 'What the hell am I doing? She's right I can't do this. Can I?'

Seth had stopped spanking while he thought, and Summer said, "I'll scream, and Ryan will make you stop!"

Seth thought about it. He knew Ryan wasn't all that fond of Summer and her attitude. He thought, 'It doesn't really matter now. It's too late to stop.' He said, "I think… Smack… that Ryan… Smack… might approve… Smack."

Summer started to struggle in earnest, and Seth put his arm around her waste to keep her in place, as he continued to spank her. He wasn't spanking her very hard. He didn't really want to hurt her, but he did want her to stop being unpleasant.

Summer was completely furious that she couldn't get herself out of his grip, and that he was spanking her in the first place. She used her fingernails to pinch and scratch the parts of Seth's leg and back that she could reach. Seth was glad he had his clothes on for some protection, but it still hurt, and it pissed him off. He stopped spanking her and said, "You just don't know when to give up do you Summer?"

He brought his hand down much harder than before. Summer yelled, "Oww! That hurt Cohen!"

Seth said calmly, "It's supposed to." Smack.
"Oww!"
Smack.
"You jerk."
Smack.
"Oww! I hate you."
Smack.
"Let me up!"
Smack.
"Oww! Seth stop!"
Smack.
"Ahh."
Smack.
"Nooo!"
Smack.
"Please stop."
Smack.

Seth paused and said, "You know Summer, when someone offers to take you on a road trip, you're not supposed to complain the whole time. In fact you're supposed to be nicer than usual."

Summer pouted and said, "I was nicer."

Seth wasn't sure what to say to that. He continued with, "And you should never grab the steering wheel when someone is driving."

Before Summer could reply, Seth brought his hand down six more times, and all Summer could say was "Oww. Stop! Please stop."

Seth stopped and said, "Okay, but before I let you up, I you should know that if you hit me again I'm gonna give you a real spanking."

Summer said, "What do you mean a real spanking? What do you call this?!"

"A warning."

She felt Seth let go of her, and she scrambled over to her side of the bed, and got under the covers. She turned her back to Seth and thought about what she was going to do. She thought, 'I'll call my dad. No better yet, I'll call Seth's dad. Maybe I'll call the police and file a report.'

Then she thought about having to tell them exactly what had happened, and decided that she probably wouldn't tell anyone. She probably wouldn't even tell Marissa. Her butt was starting to feel better, and she decided it wouldn't be worth it.

Seth sat there, shocked at what he had done. He started to feel bad about it. He thought, 'Way to go Seth. Now she'll hate me forever. I just blew my chance for having her as a girlfriend. Why don't I think things through before I do them? Where the hell is Ryan? He should have been here to stop me damn it.'

Seth wanted to make it better some how, but he wasn't sure what to do. He lay down next to her, still on top of the covers, and said quietly; "You okay?"

Summer pouted, "Like you care."

Seth said, "I do care Summer. I care more than you know. I want you to be happy. I don't like to see you miserable, but I don't want you to make the rest of us miserable either."

Summer thought about it and said, "I'm okay I guess."

Seth said, "I'm glad. Nice panties by the way."

"Shut up Cohen. And if you ever mention this to ANYONE including me, I'm going to hire someone to kill you. You got it?"

Seth smiled and said, "I'll take it to my grave. I swear."


The next morning Summer and Seth woke up before Ryan and Marissa and got ready for the day. Summer was hungry, and as soon as Seth was done taking a shower and getting dressed, she motioned him to come with her. They walked to the restaurant that was across the street in silence. Soon they were eating breakfast in peace, and sharing the newspaper. They were comfortable with the silence, and Summer even ate some of Seth's leftover toast. Then they both realized at the same time that they were way too comfortable together.

Seth said, "So…. Tijuana."

"Yeah."

"Think we should have woke Ryan and Marissa?"

Summer made a face and said, "No. They looked so cute together. Vomit."

"Hey, that's a real sentimental streak you've got there Summer."

"Trouser it Cohen. It's too early for your so called comedy."

Seth said, "You enjoy my comedy."

Summer didn't deny it. After a pause Seth continued with, "You know what else I think you enjoy? Me."

Summer smiled and said, "Well, that's because you're mentally unstable."

"Be that as it may. I think the facts speak for themselves. Might I remind you of a little something that I like to call: The time that you kissed me by the pool at my Grandfather's birthday party."

Summer said, "What are you talking about?"

"Mmmkay. I know that denial is a very powerful coping mechanism, but I just think Summer, that it's time that we paid lip service to our lip service."

Summer said very clearly, "Two words: No tongue."

"Well, you did agree to take this little trip with me down Mexico way."

"I needed a ride."

Seth said, "We shared a bed."

"I wasn't gonna sleep on that couch. It smelt like these eggs."

"You ate my toast Summer."

"I like crust Seth."

"Face it. Our chemistry is undeniable."

"You know what else is undeniable?"

"What?"

Summer picked up a fork and said loudly, "The pain this fork is gonna cause when I jam it into your eye!"

Seth stared at her like she had gone insane. Summer looked a little embarrassed and put the fork down. She said, "I suffer from rage black outs."

Seth looked kind of scared and said, "I'm gonna get the check."

Email Author
(Feedback makes me happy.)

Return to The O.C. Stories