Chris shuffled along in the late Fall air. She really didn’t want to go home; she knew that the second she entered the doorframe she would be barraged by her parents regarding her first set of final exams she had ever taken. It was the first two of six tests she would be taking in the next three days. All too soon she found herself entering her house though, and with a deep sigh let herself into the living room where she could hear her parents’ happy chattering.

As soon as she appeared, her father Haley and her mother Carly both stood from the table they were sitting at and made their way towards the teenager.

“So? How’d it go?” Haley asked out of anticipation, but Carly noticed the distressed look about her daughter right away.

She reached for her and gently brushed a straw of hair off her forehead. “How were the tests, honey? Very hard?”

Not gifted with his wife’s ability to read the girl’s face on sight, Haley still smiled and waited for an answer. Christy bit her lip and nodded silently, unable to make eye contact. When she was able to get out an answer it came almost as a squeaky pitch.

“I... I didn’t do really well,” she confessed nervously.

The smile quickly vanished from Haley’s face as he sat down again, weighing the meaning of that. Chris was known to kick herself for not getting full marks, though, so he still hoped. They would settle for anything she could go for with application: it didn’t matter if it was A or C, as long as she had worked hard for it and it wasn’t an F. Christy’s standards were, ironically, much higher.

Carly gently guided the teenager to the couch and sat with her. “Even in English? Tell us, baby.”

Christy’s shoulders began to shake with sobs. “I... I g-got a D in French...”

Carly sighed and took her daughter’s hand. “You always hated French... but you *did* study this time... it’s okay if you didn’t do so good... and English?”

Haley tensed on his chair as he waited. Chris’ body tensed even more when she heard her mother’s speech, especially when it came time to tell the worst of it. It took her more than one try but she was finally able to choke out a whispered answer. “I kinda failed it...”

“You what??” Haley said, realising one second too late he’d raised his voice and jolted up from his chair. He quickly sat back and settled down, while Carly’s aggravated expression turned to a slightly firmer one.

“As in, completely failed it, Christy?”

Chris shrank back in her seat, shaking visibly. Still, she had no other choice than to answer her mother, so she just silently nodded her head while averting her eyes. She knew there was going to be a load of disappointment in those eyes and she just couldn’t bear facing it.

And in fact, the woman’s eyes were filled with sadness, and so were her husband’s – though a much less friendly look rushed over his brow. Carly sighed and gently, but firmly, grabbed the girl’s chin and spun her face so that their eyes met.

“Christy, it’s your best subject! How could you fail it? Was there an accident? Have they been unfair to you?”

There was a hollow pit of despair in the teen’s stomach, but she knew there was no way out. “It... there was no accident, Mama,” she whimpered as she looked into the stern and hurt gaze before her.

Carly was always a mild-mannered woman, but everyone in her family didn’t like her to be cross with them, especially about duty. Especially about studying. Especially about English.

“Christy, are you saying you didn’t study enough for the exam?” That came from Haley, now slightly calmer but not much after all.

“I... I couldn’t really focus for the French or the English, Daddy,” she sobbed forlornly.

Haley crossed his arms while Carly left her daughter’s chin and caressed her cheek.

“And why is that, Christine? You didn’t have any other subjects today,” said the man.

Chris’ heart beat quite a bit faster as she realized all the possible ways this answer could benefit, or hurt her, but finally she made her decision. “I... there’s really no good reason,” she said, her voice trembling. “I just couldn’t study.”

“That is not acceptable an answer, Christine,” her mother said. Haley just shook his head and rose from the table. He stopped by the couch to give his daughter a slight pat to her head, but nothing more.

“I want to see you in my study in a few minutes with your books for tomorrow’s finals. We’ll work together and I’ll help you. Okay?”

Chris winced but sadly nodded. She figured she was staying here for more than just some mother-to-daughter talking, and so waited nervously, the tears still falling down.

Haley nodded and walked away, sure that his wife knew exactly what to do. And she did, even though there were some rules that it hurt to enforce, especially those related to school. Chris was such a good student and she hadn’t failed a grade in several years...

“Do you remember what happens when you get an F, baby?”

Once again, Chris had to nod. “S-spanking,” she uttered sadly and simply, unable to get anything else out.

That was enough for Carly though. She gently took Christy’s hands and helped the distraught teen up to her feet. With experienced hands she unzipped and unsnapped her pants and took them down, peeling down her white cotton panties in the process as well. When the girl was bare from the waist down, and not without sobbing about it, the woman patted her lap.

“I’m really sorry this had to happen about English, Chris...” and she meant it.

Giving a heavy sob, Chris forced herself to lay down in the all-too-familiar position over her mother’s lap, praying that this wasn’t going to be too awful. At least it was fast, for Carly lost no time in applying the palm of her hand to her bottom, spanking both cheeks very briskly, her right elbow on the small of Christy’s back.

The girl whimpered as the sting built, and she was crying, but the tears were more from emotion than from the actual pain of the spanking. It certainly was no fun, but she had handled much worse before. Still, both not knowing when it would end and the actual pain itself finally did get to her and she did start to wriggle against the steady influx of smacks.

Her reaction didn’t go unnoticed on Carly, who was unmoved though. She put her disappointment, and that little bit of anger she had, behind every stinging smack painting the teen’s backside a bright pink. When she’d wriggle too much, the woman would press down on her back harder, and soon circled her waist with her free arm, while the spanking hand swung away at the sit-spots. She didn’t say a word during this part of the spanking, just kept on going for a few minute.

To Christy those few minutes seemed to last an eternity, however. While the pain wasn’t terribly great it was still very uncomfortable and she finally broke down to slightly pleading with her mother. “Ow Mama... please... I’m sorry!”

Just as she started with that, Carly stopped and released her. “Christine Marie, I don’t know what the problem was, but I’m sure it will be solved. Your father and I will *not* stand for careless behaviour when it’s up to studying, do you understand?” She didn’t wait for a reply, but instead helped the girl up. “Please go get the hairbrush. The small one,” she added.

Chris sobbed heavily as she was given instructions. As much as she wanted to plead she knew she had no leg to stand on. And at least it wasn’t the big wooden brush. So, averting her mother’s eyes she went ahead and just stepped out of her clothing, and slowly made her way to the upstairs bathroom. She grabbed the smaller of the two family brushes, and with a soft groan brought it back down to her mom.

Carly took the small pause to straighten her skirt and adjust her now slightly messy hair. She took the brush from her daughter’s hand as she came back, and gave her a small smile. “Chris, honey, you won’t tell me what made you fail the grade?” she asked as the teen stood before her.

Christy whimpered, but was resolute, saying a sad “No ma’am... Nothing to... to tell...” Her sobs escalated a bit more, although she didn’t know if it was even noticeable to anyone but herself.

It was to Carly, but still, and sighing, she gently draped Chris across her lap again, and clutched the hairbrush tightly in her hand. “I don’t know if you’re keeping something hidden from us or if you really don’t know... but I hope for your sake it’s the latter.” And with that she SMACK!-ed the hairbrush down hard on the girl’s rosy cheeks.

Her mother’s words and the brush’s crack cut deeply into the girl, and a loud, heart-wrenching “OW....” escaped her lips.

Again the woman gripped her waist tight and spanked on, putting some good force behind every smack. She didn’t smack too hard nor too fast, and the implement was lightweight, but Christy’s bum assumed a shade of red by the time twenty swats had been delivered. Only then Carly stopped. Chris was wracked with sobs by this time, and felt like the spanking was never going to end. She lay there after her mother had stopped, wanting to hope that it was for good, but never certain.

Carly put down the brush and gently patted her daughter’s buns and back. She really didn’t know what to think, and normally she would spank far longer and harder for an F, and with the heavier hairbrush, too... but she could only imagine that an afternoon in Haley’s study could put more than a little stress on the girl’s backside, and took pity on her.

“You can get up, Chris,” she conceded.

Immensely thankful to finally be let up the teen struggled  to her feet. Hoping she wasn’t going to get in trouble, she began to slip her panties back on while looking to her mother for approval. Carly shook her head, but she was about to tell her to redress anyway, so she let it go this once. She handed Chris her pants as well, and the hairbrush.

“Okay honey, get your books from your room and join your father in his study. C’mon,” she added with a kiss to her forehead and a sound slap to her pantied backside.

Chris winced and slightly yelped from the spank, but nodded. After hurriedly slipping the pants back on she headed back upstairs to grab her enriched geometry, enriched biology, and history books and notebooks. She debated on whether to take the brush back or not, and finally returned it to the counter before heading down to her father’s study.

Haley looked up from his computer screen when Chris appeared on the threshold, and silently motioned for her to come forward and take a seat before his desk. He had been cleaning the desktop of all useless things, and of course heard the spanking his wife had delivered. From the sounds of it, he knew it could have been worse, but he did hope he didn’t have to spank the kid any further now.

“So, what’s to study?”

Chris winced and whimpered as she sat, unable to help it. There’s quite nothing like putting weight, even if she was lithe, on a freshly-spanked bottom.

Once she got through the pain of sitting she sniffled, “Enriched geometry and enriched biology for tomorrow... history for Friday.”

Haley nodded and walked around the desk. He took one of the books and flipped it open. “Do you know the chapters and everything?”

The teen shrugged. “I guess... some more than others,” she replied sullenly. Not with attitude, just... sullen.

Her father didn’t exactly expect a red carpet or a bow, but he still frowned slightly at her reply. “Well, then ‘guess’ the first chapter you need to work on, study it and tell me when you think you’re ready to be questioned about it.”

Chris nodded and took the biology book in hand. She worked on the memorization, but her mind kept drifting, as had become the case of late. This was a chapter she had felt fairly comfortable with back to begin with, so after only about thirty minutes she called to Haley, her thumb in the beginning pages of the text.

Haley, who had been working on his computer while she studied, was a little surprised to be called on so early. He left his chair and walked to her again, taking the book in his own hands, careful not to lose the page she’d book-marked.

“So: Lamarck’s theory on evolution, and how it differs from Darwin’s. Could be a test question.”

Chris shifted nervously in her seat. “I... umm... that is, I know Lamarck’s stuff had something to do with organs and stuff and Darwin believed in natural selection...” the girl trailed on. She knew she had the second part right, although definitely not in detail, but she wasn’t sure about Lamarck.

Haley listened, sure that she was about to get the answer out, and right. She did start pretty well, and even though she was rarely accurate on technical vocabulary, something was there. But some more memorization *was* needed, and he didn’t see that in her.

“So you can also list the five points Darwin’s theory is articulated in?” he edged her on.

Chris looked on helplessly, unable to bring anything else rise to the surface. Sadly she shook her head ‘no.’

Her father sighed and shook his head too, feeling his stomach churn. “Then maybe you want to study this a bit longer, Christy.” He gently but firmly raised her from her seat, and planted two swats to her clothed backside that made the girl wince but not yelp out. Then he placed the book open on the desk in front of her, and pointed at the desktop. “Your elbows here, and read.”

Chris whimpered, but did as instructed, feeling her weight put on her sit-spots. Occasionally she would have to reach with her hand to wipe away a tear, but she still managed to keep both elbows planted on the desk. Haley paced the room while Chris re-read the chapter, and he sincerely hoped that this time she would get things better and more thoroughly. Not only for the sake of her bottom, but mostly because after such a disastrous start she could really use better finals in the coming days. She tried her hardest to concentrate on the words before her, and waited a bit longer this time before calling her father. Finally she did, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do much better no matter how long she dragged it out.

“Very well,” he said, and took back the book. “Want to try again? Same question for now.”

The teen groaned. She’d honestly hoped he wouldn’t use the same question over again, and hadn’t spent any real time on it. “Ummm... well, like I said, Lamarck believed that organs changed when things happened to organisms. And uh... um... Darwin’s belief was that natural selection made the changes...”

Haley tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his nose. “Pretty much... but how did they justify such difference in the interpretation of what were basically the same findings?”

Chris panicked a bit. She remembered nothing of what she had read. “I don’t, okay?” she cried. “I just don’t know!” And she broke down into hearty sobs, wishing all of this would just go away.

Haley’s first reaction would have been to yank the girl to her feet and land a few stingers to her bottom, but when she started sobbing broken-heartedly like that, he put the book down and knelt beside her.

“Chris, will you tell me *what* in the world is wrong with you, for Heavens’ sake? You’re not yourself, even the blind can see...”

“I can’t...” she whimpered.

“You can’t, why?” he gently took her face in his hands and tried to have her look at him.

But even that attempt failed and she kept her eyes closed tightly as her hands made tight fists. “He just told me... I can’t tell... I can’t...”

By this point Chris was nearing hysterics and was rather unaware of her surroundings – and Haley didn’t see his own face pale, but he felt his blood literally run cold and freeze. Everything became a blur, and only after a few seconds he managed to swallow hard and speak. He grabbed Christy’s arms as he did so, more roughly than he would have wanted.

“Chris, did something happen? Did anyone touch or hurt you?”

The girl just shook her head, unable to get anything intelligible out.

Haley breathed a sigh of relief and collected the panicking girl in his arms and carried her bodily to the couch. He sat and had her rest on his lap. “Shh... take your time now... Daddy’s here...”

Chris nodded and threw her arms around him, where she stayed for several minutes before calming down enough to talk. She knew she had to say something, but she was rather afraid to. Finally she sighed.

“I... you’re going to be so mad at me...” she whispered, her voice getting tight again as she thought about actually telling her father what was going on.

Again Haley sighed, this time more heavily. If ever he’d had a doubt that there was something behind Christy’s unusual act, now he knew for sure. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to ‘do’ much to correct some wrongdoing on her part and that she was unjustly blaming herself for something...

“Honey, but maybe Mommy and I can help?” he spoke softly as he held her.

Chris knew he was right, and secretly longed to have their help and guidance in something that had been plaguing her for a while now, but she could not help but be nervous. It was too late to back out now, though, so she gulped and began her explanation.

“I... there’s this guy on the internet that I met at one of the fan-fiction boards I visit. I liked his work and stuff so I e-mailed him, ya know? And we kinda became friends.” After saying this she tensed angrily, half of her wanting to just relinquish all the details, the other half wanting to do anything to prevent the wrath of her parents... something she knew she was bound to incur.

In his mind, Haley connected this bit of information with the ‘he just told me I can’t tell’ Chris had muttered earlier, and his blood ran cold again. He envisioned a scenario of threats and god knows what else and the anger mounted again, towards this guy and Christy both.

“You don’t sound like you feel friendly now though... go ahead...”

Chris trembled, but nodded. “I... I don’t remember why I came out and told him this but... I kinda told him about my getting spanked at home. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. But... he kinda thought it would be fun to take that information and tell everyone on all the boards about it! I couldn’t stand it Daddy! I just couldn’t!” By this time Chris was starting to cry again, but she forced herself to continue. “I told him to stop and leave me alone but he refused, so I talked to Joanna and asked her to help me get back at him.”

None of that made it better or easier for Haley. They made all kinds of effort to keep Christy’s discipline not a secret, but at least something private... and she came out with something like that on the Internet? With all the ill-intentioned people out there? He felt a thrill ride up his back spine and his grip on Christy tightened involuntarily.

“That son of a...” he held his tongue just in time. “What do you mean get back at him? Did you give him reason to be angry at you, Christine?”

She hung her head in shame and softly sobbed. “I... I sort of ‘disappeared’ from all the groups for a really long time, although in reality I had just joined under different name. I then had Joanna tell him that I kinda committed suicide because of him...”

Chris fidgeted slightly, knowing her father wasn’t going to take that lightly. Unfortunately for the teen, that was the understatement of the century.

Her father’s jaw dropped and he let out a loud “WHAT??” before he could help it. And when reason kicked in, his anger hadn’t receded one bit. “Y-you... Chris, it’s so dangerous... Please tell me he doesn’t know your real name and everything!....” he looked at his daughter through narrow eyes, somehow already fearing the answer.

Chris sobbed with her father’s sudden outburst, even though she had known it was coming. It took her quite some time before she was able to answer, because she knew that he was going to like the answer even less.

“He... kinda does, Daddy. I had him look over one of my papers for school and stuff, but forgot that I’d left my heading on it which has our name, school name... stuff... and... he kinda found out that I was playing with him. I don’t know how but he did. He said as long as I didn’t tell anyone else about it he wouldn’t do anything but otherwise he would come here and do something... And now I have!” With this Chris completely broke down sobbing again, scared on many, many levels.

And she wasn’t alone in that. Haley just couldn’t believe his ears, and for a moment he thought this was all a bad dream and he was going to wake up soon. But Christy’s sobbing was real. Her petite shaking frame was real. That icy grasp on his heart was very real too.

He couldn’t start thinking what the implications for such a thing could be... and most of all, he kicked himself for not realising that something like that was happening in the first place, and right under his nose. So he really wasn’t filtering his thoughts when he let out in a hoarse whisper:

“I thought we could trust you with the Internet...”

“I’m sorry...” Chris whimpered in-between sobs, her father’s words cutting through her like a knife.

“You’re not sorry. Not even close. I’ll be sorry if something bad happens to you, Chris.”

He suddenly stood and set the girl on her feet, then walked out of the study, headed for the living room where Carly was. Christy was left behind where curled up in a ball on the couch, sobbing loudly and feeling more miserable with herself than she ever had.

In the living room, Haley found his wife sitting at the table, working.

“We gotta talk,” he started in a low, uneasy voice.

Carly looked up with concern lining her petite features. “Haley, what is it?”

“It’s... I...” He took a seat at the table and ran a hand through his hair. “Chris told me what’s wrong with her...” And he told his wife everything that the girl had been telling him, and not much more consistently, either.

Carly’s face took on an ashen pallor. “My God,” she breathed. “What she’s been living with... no wonder she’s scared to death. We have to do something.”

“Yeah... and now she’s scaring me to death too,” Haley said, temporarily more concerned with Christy’s safety rather than her happiness. “I’ll call the Police, okay? Maybe they’ve got a program or something... And what should we do with her?”

His wife’s features grew even more troubled. “You do realize she did revenge... again... don’t you?” she asked softly, not wanting to admit it even to herself. “She has to know she cannot get away with it.”

“I was trying not to think of that...” Haley said as he dialled the number. “And that’s just *one* of the things she did. I can’t believe she’d be so irresponsible.”

“I honestly thought we had raised her better than this...” Carly mumbled to herself even as her husband made the call to secure their daughter’s safety.

Still, as angry as she was with her child, her mothering instincts went out to her. She knew the girl must have been deathly frightened. Carly took comfort in knowing that now they would be able to truly get to the root of the problem, at least. And they had time to deal with the punishment for that, too. There was no reason to make her hurt so much she couldn’t focus on her studies, after all.

And still, Christy needed to know her parents’ disappointment and worry in that whole matter. Not so much she couldn’t dedicate to her finals, yes, but Carly still felt she needed to tell her where they stood. So, as Haley was on the phone, the woman walked to his study, to find a still crying teen hugging herself on the couch.

“Christy? Look up at me,” she said rather brusquely as she sat beside her.

It took Chris a moment to obey her mother, but she had been far too well trained to ignore her. Slowly, she turned her teary gaze toward her.

The woman sighed and felt like hugging her daughter, but did manage to keep a straight face. It wouldn’t be needed for long anyway. “We’re calling the Police to signal what happened, and just in case there’s some safety measure we need to take. Just so you know.”

Chris bit her lip, but nodded. At least she wouldn’t be alone in this anymore.

“Good. Also, your spanking is postponed until Friday night,” she said as though it was the most natural thing in the world that Chris was going to be smacked. “We want you to focus on your finals for now. Do you understand?”

Christy gave a sob, but nodded. Why she had held out hope that she wouldn’t be getting spanked for this she didn’t know... maybe because she’d suffered so much already. But she also knew it was deserved, and was thankful they were at least letting her wait until the end of her finals.

“Okay then...” Carly nodded too, and for a while that was all she said.

The way her daughter always seemed to be self-conscious of her mistakes and the need for punishment usually touched her, and this was no exception. But soon the fear that something might happen to her overcame that feeling, and she wrapped the petite teen in a tight, bone-breaking hug, trying not to let the tears fall from her own eyes.

Christy squeezed back and sobbed into her mother’s embrace. “I... I’m sorry, Mama... I’m so so sorry... please... please forgive me...” the teen whimpered.

Carly broke the hug, sniffling, and kissed Christy’s teary cheek. “No honey, I’m afraid I can’t quite forgive you right now. Friday night, I will. But not now. Now you go upstairs and study until 7:00. That’s your bedtime until Friday. Okay?” she said quite bitterly, not exactly the stern kind of orders she could sometimes give.

Christy gave a heart-breaking sob and stood for a minute, beseeching her mother with eyes. But the gaze before her told her what she needed to know; that she wasn’t going to be given what she most wanted right now... her parents’ forgiveness. So she broke away, gathering up her things and running to her room.

Once there she cried heartily for quite some time into her pillow, the sting in her bottom long forgotten. She knew she still somehow had to make them proud of her with her tests, though, so after a good half hour of wallowing in self-pity she finally opened her books and forced herself to concentrate on the next day’s subjects.

~*~

On Thursday morning, Chris went to school with a heavy heart, but at least her mind wasn’t focused on what she had done, or the ordeal that was to come. She rehearsed her knowledge on enriched biology and enriched geometry instead, and for the first time since the previous morning she felt quite sure that things would go better – also because they couldn’t have possibly gone worse.

Her instinct didn’t betray her, and Christy was able to push the nasty thoughts off her mind for a few hours, earning herself an A– in geometry and a B+ in biology. She missed the questions on Darwin, of course. History was a tad worse, with a C, but that was still satisfying all things considered. Also Haley and Carly praised the girl on Friday afternoon, but as soon as she set foot home, and despite the good news she was bringing, Christy quickly turned cloudy and sulked the rest of the afternoon away on the couch.

Dinner was silent and awkward for everyone. Not even the good test scores could take anyone’s mind off the impending punishment, and the teen was a nervous wreck by the time her mother kindly told her to turn off TV and go to her room. She had complied, but had had to choke back tears. After a brief discussion with Haley, Carly walked up the stairs, found the My Little Pony paddle in her bedroom closet and headed to Christy’s room. She knocked quietly, and in she went.

Christy sat, huddled on her bed, anxiously awaiting the knock she knew would come. But when she did hear it, and saw her mother, her entire body tensed and she started choking back sobs. So far, she hadn’t been able to see what her mother held in her hands, but she knew her parents, and unless Carly was going to use her very own brush, there *would* be *something* in her hands.

And true enough, there was the thin, circular paddle, and Christy shuddered as Carly walked in, closed the door and sat on the bed beside her daughter. She placed the implement on the comforter and hugged the girl.

“I’m sorry we’ve come to this, honey, but you need to learn the gravity of your mistake. And we really, *really* want to be able to forgive you and put this behind us. Right?” She knew that nothing she could say could comfort Chris, but still, she tried to speak softly.

With this the teen finally gave in to the sobs and tears and nodded wordlessly. She DID want to earn back her parents trust, and she wanted their forgiveness so badly... but she knew that such forgiveness did not come with light repercussions. At least her mother only had the pony paddle, but she also knew, deep down, that her father’s absence could only mean that he would be up later for a second dose. Which, from experience, would be much more thorough.

Little she knew how right she was, but nor Haley nor Carly had seen it fit to present themselves at the same time like an armed squadron. And then, given how Chris tended to fear her father’s punishments the most, it sounded only fair that they be kept for later.

Carly caressed the girl’s hair as she nodded, and motioned her to her feet. “Nightgown off, honey, and get over my lap.”

Chris’ eyes widened as she was ordered to completely strip. She never wore undergarments beneath pajamas... something that Carly insisted on. She knew it was not wise to question the order, however, so she slowly slipped it off, and with a strangled sob she let herself over her mother’s lap.

Carly welcomed her daughter over her lap as she bent. She adjusted her body as, after being there many times before, it felt natural to do. Then she held the girl down firmly and delivered the first of many smacks to her upended backside with the flat palm of her hand.

Chris whimpered, even though it hadn’t hurt all that much. She had certainly lived through worse. But that slight sting provided a nagging reminder that she would be feeling that, but so much worse, by the time it had all ended. Unfortunately for her, Carly had every intention to live up to her highest spanking standards, and was sure that Haley had the same purpose. So she didn’t skip a beat and spanked hard and fast all over the fullest portion of the teen’s backside for quite a few minutes.

By this time the emotional stresses combined with the hearty sting that was rapidly being built up had Chris weeping freely, and soon Carly realised that was enough of a warm-up and that the ‘real’ spanking could begin. So she stopped, picked up the paddle, and rubbed it lightly on the girl’s pinked bottom. Then she decided to ask a question that she hadn’t asked her girl in several years.

“Why are you getting spanked, Christine?” WHACK! to the girl’s right cheek.

Christy’s stomach did flip-flops as she both felt the much heartier smack and felt the words boring into her. She’d been a preteen when she’d last heard those.

It took her a moment but she finally cried out, “B-because I wasn’t s-safe on the Internet!”

Carly nodded and SMACK!-ed down the paddle again on the opposite cheek, just as hard. It left an equally red oval imprint. “Exactly. What else?”

With a heavy sob Chris wracked her memory and tried to come up with a decent answer. “I... I put us in danger?” It came out as more of a question, but the girl was having a rather difficult time sorting through everything while being in the spotlight with a smarting bottom.

Her reply was rewarded with four rapid-fire paddle smacks across her mostly unblemished sit-spots, and Carly watched the fair skin quickly redden as she said: “Doesn’t the word ‘revenge’ ring a bell – again?”

Chris’ body tensed in utter, complete fear when her mother said that. She remembered her last punishment for revenge, and it had been a dark nightmare. “No... please, no... I... I didn’t mean...”

More uncompromising spanks fell on her behind, and this time Carly slowed down the pace but didn’t stop as she spoke again: “Didn’t mean to *what*, Christine? To solve things your own way? All over again?”

“I didn’t think it was then... I didn’t mean tooooo!” the teen sobbed as the paddle made its steady descent, making her nether-regions slowly begin to burn.

“You openly deceived someone making them believe you were dead... whack!! whack!!... a bad someone, okay... whack!! whack!!... but that should’ve been a further deterrent from messing with them... whack!! whack!!... That is not only immoral... whack!! whack!!... but could also be considered a CRIME.”... whack!! whack!! whack!! whack!!...

Carly scolded calmly and spanked hard now, meaning to impress the meaning of Christy’s wrongdoings well into the girl’s head. The girl sobbed hard as she was faced with the gravity of her mistake and the hard smacks delivered by her mother.

“I’m sorrrryyy....” she wailed.

“I well hope you are, young lady, because I’ve never been so upset with you.” And with that she finished the spanking with a sound volley to the girl’s thighs that set her howling. Finally she let her rest across her lap then, putting the paddle aside and sitting still.

Chris sobbed broken-heartedly over her mother’s knees, hurting something fierce, not only from the awful spanking, but also from her mother’s cutting words. She couldn’t find it in her to speak, so she lay there instead, not quite able to move of her own volition.

After a few minutes of constant crying, though, Carly was moved to compassion and collected the naked teen in her arms, snuggling her against herself and kissing her sweaty forehead.

“I love you Chris, I love you so much and I’d *die* if anything happened to you, and same goes for your father. You know that, right?”

Chris snuggled into her mother’s embrace, glad for the show of affection. “I know, Mama...” she whispered in a choked voice.

“Okay baby.” Carly petted her hair before standing her up. “Now go stand in that corner, and no rubbing. I’ll be back soon, with Dad.” She directed her to the wall with a gentle push to her back.

Christy gave a slight shudder with that, and some of her heavy sobbing resumed from fear, but she obeyed Carly without question. Once in the corner she waited there, leaning into the two walls, and fearfully waited for her parents.

~*~

They didn’t keep her waiting long. Carly walked downstairs, peeked in her husband’s study and called for him. With a sigh, Haley took the paddle he had been turning in his hands nervously, and walked up the stars with his wife.

It was a school-type wooden paddle but without holes, about fifteen inches long and four inches wide, not thick but not too thin either. It had smooth borders but packed an amazing sting. It would never fail to set Christy screaming, and that was why they kept it for the most serious misbehaviour.

In the girl’s room they went again, and Haley put on his strictest face as he piled up pillows at the end of her bed. “Come over, Christy,” his wife said meanwhile.

Chris was almost afraid to look. Here she was, having just committed revenge AGAIN... she didn’t know what she had coming, but she knew it couldn’t be good. She turned with just a hint of embarrassment for her father to be seeing her fully naked. That was almost completely stricken from her thoughts, though, when she saw him with the large paddle in hand. It was the thing that scared her the most apart from the Holey paddle and the belt... both of which her father had agreed not to use on her ever again... so that was currently her no. 1 enemy.

Haley noticed the girl’s face paling immediately on seeing the paddle, and for a moment he wished he could hide it. But that would’ve been against the whole point, so instead he patted its blade on the stack of pillows.

“You are to receive twelve smacks, but good. I am letting you off an additional twelve only because you have been showing yourself very repentant, but that’s the only reason.” Then he just stood and waited, looking in her teary eyes as firmly as he could bring himself to.

The girl’s eyes widened at the thought of an additional twelve. It took her a moment to regain herself but she finally nodded. “Y-yes sir,” she said in a choked whisper that was almost inaudible. “Th-thank you...” she added before walking to him and turning toward the pile of pillows nervously. She took a deep breath then began the descent that would leave her bottom a prime target.

Haley nodded and watched as Christy assumed the time-honoured position she had been into many times in the past – not too many, as both he and Carly tended to favour over-the-knee spankings, but he always thought that this posture added a touch of gravity to the punishment. Be it the belt or one of the paddles, it was no joking matter.

He patted the heavy tool on Christy’s nether cheeks as Carly sat on the bed in front of the teen...

SMACK!!

Chris clawed at the comforter as her bottom was engulfed in pain, much more suddenly than she was expecting. That paddle never failed to surprise her.

“Oooowww! Noooo...” she sobbed loudly and dejectedly, even though she knew she deserved it.

Haley didn’t expect any different reaction, so he was unmoved. The paddle had left a rather red rectangular area over Christy’s cheeks, and it was right below that that he aimed two smacks in quick succession, swinging the second down hard and keeping the third to average intensity.

“Yoooooooooooooownnnooooo!” The teen cried out loudly, barely able to keep her position. She kneaded the carpet with her toes, trying to find a way through the pain.

Carly promptly held her forearms to prevent her from reaching back and earning herself extras, while Haley just focused on the next smack: he tried as much as possible not to think that it was her sweet daughter hollering under the paddle, because that was the only way he could deliver the severe punishment she needed. The lesson to be learned was far more important.

CRACK! went the paddle on Christy’s already marked sit-spots.

Chris’ right foot jerked up spasmodically and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to try and jerk out of her mother’s grasp. It had only been four, and she still had eight to go. The teen wailed loudly with the swat and wondered how she could get through the rest of this punishment. It was impossible to even imagine another dozen on top of this.

The child’s loud reaction surprised Haley a bit at first, but then he noticed the last struck area was rapidly turning to a vivid red, and starting to bruise. This would have been a very severe paddling on top of Carly’s handiwork, but after all, that was only fair. Christy had rarely been so utterly irresponsible, and the message delivered needed be hard.

So he steeled himself again in order to proceed. He knew his wife had scolded enough, so he didn’t say a word as he delivered numbers five and six, one to each thigh. Carly intensified her grasp on Chris the moment before the loud cracks...

“Noooooooo... Daddy! Pleeeeeease...” Christy writhed in agony as her thighs began throbbing incessantly.

She knew she should be grateful to her mother for holding her down, but at the moment all she wanted was to be let up so she could nurse her hurting backside, and she weakly struggled in her mother’s grasp.

Her wish was granted the second later, though probably not the way she would have wanted. Haley took pity on her and said “get up for a minute,” wanting to grant her a pause. He let the paddle down on the bed as he waited.

Chris turned her red and tear-stained face toward her father, questions swimming in her eyes. But she ever so slowly got up. It was not easy, as her legs felt limp, but she appreciate the break. She kept her gaze focussed on her father, however, not sure what he wanted her to do.

Haley crossed his arms and locked his eyes in the teen’s as well. “Christy, I hate to be giving you such a hard paddling, but I don’t think you’ve ever deserved a sound spanking like you do tonight. However, if this comforts you, Sgt. Hawkins called today. This guy is known to them from previous reports, and though he isn’t deemed dangerous, they have collected sufficient evidence against him to actually prosecute him. There will probably be a trial in the future. Thought you would want to know.” Carly gently pulled the girl to her and rubbed her forearms sweetly as her husband spoke.

Chris’ sobs increased with her father’s reiteration of how soundly she deserved to be spanked this time. And the time he had finished, she wasn’t any calmer. At least she no longer had to live in fear that she had made it possible for some creep to harm her family, since he was now under control and everything... but a trial? That meant something legal, something official. For a moment Chris felt sick to her stomach. Would she have to actually face him?

“Th-thanks Dad... it’s good to know...” she muttered.

The girl’s fear was visible, but the matter at hand was more important. Haley nodded and gave her a small smile before Carly led the nude teen back over the pillows. Her father picked up the paddle again.

“Will you be brave now sweetheart?” Carly whispered in her ear as she sat again.

Chris sobbed but she nodded. “I’ll try, Mama,” she whimpered as she settled herself back in.

“That’s my good girl,” cooed Carly. “You’re paying for your mistakes...” CRACK!! across her sit-spots, “... but we’re all safe...”

Chris writhed a moment in pain, trying to keep a focus on Carly and her gentle words, and not the extreme ache caused by that awful paddle. It was very difficult to do, though, especially knowing that there was more to come. Her mother still admired her resoluteness, and kept talking as Haley paddled Christy hard across her full cheeks, causing a few more bruises to erupt beneath her skin. No matter how toughened by spankings it could be, it’d always react more or less the same.

This time Chris bellowed, though, and struggled mightily. She didn’t want to hurt her parents or make them think she didn’t appreciate their kindness in the reduced sentence, but pain is pain, and to a teenager it was awful and uncompromising.

What she didn’t know is that not for one minute her parents thought her a wimp, or ungrateful. Not many *adults* could take such a spanking, and if a fourteen-year-old was loud about it, well, amen. Haley laid down the ninth and the tenth smacks again across her thighs, less hard than before, but still firmly, while Carly held on tight.

This finally broke Christy, though, and she began to ask for leniency in-between yells and yelps. She repeated “Da...Daddy... nooo... no morrrrrrre....pleeeease...” over and over again. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs by the end of this, and she was just barely able to keep from completely trying to pull from her mother’s grasp.

To Haley’s ears, Christy begging for a spanking to end meant she had taken as much as she could possibly take. Good thing he had decided on twelve, after all. But he still wanted to make a last impression on her, and the purplish bruises she was sporting all over her round buttocks told him he was. Carly gripped Chris’s forearms as tight as she could and pulled to her, and the moment later Haley pressed down on the small of the girl’s back.

“Last ones, babygirl.....” And they fell diagonally one on top of the other, across the fullness of her bum cheeks.

Chris just screamed with these, completely in agony. She tensed, first, then just became a trembling mass, hardly able to move, other than the sobs which wracked her whole body. She began muttering incoherently, apologising and making promises to be good.

The girl’s screams were ear-splitting, and though they hurt they gave Carly all the more reason to hold her so tight. “Shh, it’s okay... it’s over, no more spanking, you’ve been a good girl,” Carly talked to her like you talk to a child, given her state of total abandonment.

And Haley once again remained behind, even walked out of the room to take the paddle back to its place. He knew that Chris needed time to recover, and she could have that in her mother’s arms.

Like many times before, he hung the paddle back in his bedroom closet, and like many times before he tried to kick Christy’s screams and cries out of his mind. That night on the cruise ship had left the mark in him alright, and even though things were different now, administering discipline was still the hardest part of his job as a parent. Shaking his head, he muttered a word of prayer for his family was safe after all, then headed back to his daughter’s bedroom.

By the time Haley had returned to the rest of his family, Chris had calmed down considerably, and was slowly being rocked in her mother’s arms as she sobbed.

The man sat on the girl’s bed and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I love you, princess Chris. You’ve been very good.”

“Yes she has,” cooed Carly. “Can we put this whole story behind us now?”

There was no pun in her words, and Chris wouldn’t have caught it anyway. She just nodded her head as vigorously as she could, and sobbed in her parents’ arms, feeling sore and sorry, but loved.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley , Christy . Contact for information and / or feedback.