RECAP : 15yo Christy has a nasty encounter with a stalker on the Internet, and gets in further trouble for lying to her parents and the police about some details. Waiting for the official hearing, she is currently still grounded...

Twice on the way back home Haley tried to phone to ask Christy if she wanted some Chinese food, and twice he found the line busy. At first he thought it a coincidence like anyone would, but the second time around, it seemed weird. Christy wasn’t a “phone girl”, and especially when sick.

It had been four days since the girl had showed the first signs of a flu; nothing serious, but still, fever and cold. That morning she did look a little better, but had insisted to stay home anyway and they’d let her. Better be cautious and miss one school day instead of ten due to a relapse.

Carly had to visit with a friend and run errands downtown, and Haley was driving her. So, he finally gave up calling and dropped by a Chinese take-away restaurant before making his way back home. After parking in the driveway, the man collected the food and walked back into the house.

“Chris, honey? I’m home and brought Chinese!”

Christy, who had her headphones on, didn’t hear him enter the house or call up to her. She was too involved in what she was reading, and the online conversation she was having, to even notice that her father was in the house, looking for her in her usual spot when she was sick: on the sofa, plopped down in front of the television, devouring popcorn and watching Animal Planet.

So she didn’t even move when Haley walked up the stairs and cracked the door to the girl’s bedroom open, slowly, thinking she might be asleep.

He saw her at the computer desk with the headphones, instead, and smiled, thinking she might have been feeling a little better and started on that project she had due next week... but then he saw web pages, MP3 players and chat windows, and felt his heart drop.

“CHRISTINE MARIE!” he bellowed, staying in the doorframe.

This time Christy DID hear her father, and she literally jumped up in her seat, starting to tremble, slightly. She quickly clicked out of the Yahoo! groups that hosted the Harry Potter fan-fiction that she enjoyed – the same fan-fiction that had brought her to that George guy in the first place – and then shakily turned to meet her father’s gaze.

“D-daddy... you... you’re home early...” she stammered.

“Early for your plans to not get caught while sneaking on the Net?” Haley retorted, walking to the desk. “You looked way sicker this morning when you said there was no way you could focus in school. Sounds like you can focus on Harry Potter alright!” he said. He wasn’t exactly yelling, but had raised his voice alright, and kept his hands on his sides.

“I... I’m sorry... I just was feeling better after a while and there was nothing on TV...” she said, crossing her fingers behind her back and hoping her father would believe her.

Haley nodded. “You’re not supposed to be on the Internet unsupervised anyway! And especially *there*. And that’s quite a recovery in...” he glanced at his watch “... less than two hours. Chris, God help you if you’re lying to me.”

Christy squirmed in her chair, unable to really look at her father. She just slowly shook her head ‘no’ though. “I... I guess the fever broke,” she whispered lamely.

The man sighed and tried to control himself, succeeding, but still, it hurt that despite everything Christy would still try to deceive them in one way or the other – and lie on top of it. Because she was lying, no doubt about that. He was still going to give her the benefit of doubt, though.

“Okay. Let’s say I believe you. You are still not allowed online, Chris. I tried to call twice to ask if you wanted Chinese, and the line was busy. You’ve been there quite a while.”

Christy winced at that. Somehow she KNEW she wasn’t going to get away with this in the least. “I... I know, Daddy, but... it just didn’t seem fair. And I wasn’t going to do anything wrong...” she whined.

Haley knelt by the chair and shook his head firmly, looking at her. “That is not the point, Chris. You are banned from the Net, and it’s NOT up to you to decide when to get online. Can you understand that?”

Chris gulped, but nodded. “I know... but... it had been so long since I’d gotten to see my friends or read anything, and it’s been so long AND I was already punished... and you and Mama were supposed to be gone until late this afternoon...” A few tears slid down her cheek.

“I know, Chris. You can still get online with our supervision and chat, but this is not the way. I am frankly quite tired of you sneaking behind our back...” he gently grabbed her wrist and brought her to her feet as he spoke, dragging her along towards her bed, “... and since you’re not that ill, you can take a well-deserved spanking.”

Chris’ eyes went wide. “Nooooo... Daddy.... please...” Her hands instinctively went to her pyjama-clad bottom. “I didn’t mean to lie to you and Mama... please...”

Unmoved, Haley kept tugging on her arm and eventually got to the bed. He sat down and started removing the girl’s pj bottoms. “But you did, Christy, and that’s dishonest and disrespectful. Get your hands out of the way, please,” he ordered in the calmest tone he could muster at the moment.

Slowly Chris moved her hands away from her bottom, all the while sobbing. “I’m sorryyyyy... I’ll go to school... please... just don’t spank me again... pleasssssse...” Normally the teen didn’t argue so much over a punishment, but she was quite frankly tired of having her computer taken away, and still not quite well enough to think totally clearly.

Haley sighed again, her pleas getting to him more than he’d let her know. Here she was, feverish and everything, and he would spank her. But in his book, if she was well enough to break the rules so willingly, then she was well enough to be spanked for it. So he gave a firmer tug and pulled her pj bottoms all the way down.

When she was disrobed, he upended her across his lap... and he was about to start the spanking, when it registered in his mind she’d said ‘I’ll go to school’. He blinked, and quickly stood her up again and fixed her a firm look.

“What do you mean ‘I’ll go to school’, Christine? You are *not* faking your illness just so you stay home from school, are you??”

Chris blushed and pulled away some, replacing her pants in the process. “I... I haven’t been...” she said, and then quietly added, “...until today. But it just wasn’t FAIR! I was so tired of you standing over my shoulder and everything...”

Her father felt his face flush with anger, and embarrassment at having fallen for the oldest trick in the book, too. He took a moment to calm down, then looked back at her. “Christy, first of all, lower your voice if you know what’s good for you. Second, now you really did it: I’m going to spank you for lying too, and that means the hairbrush. Please go get it.”

Chris’ own anger flared, although she wasn’t completely sure why. “Daddy! NO! Look, I’m sorry... but you and Mama have been totally bogus about this whole computer thing! I felt like I had no other choice!” The girl knew she was cruising, but was finding rather difficult to stop herself.

“WE have been bogus??” he yelled, now rising to his feet. He couldn’t believe she was resisting so much, and so blatantly defying him. Was she really feeling so much better, or was there something else he wasn’t aware of? “You’re the one who got yourself and us all in trouble with your conduct on the Internet, or did you forget already?”

“I KNOW I messed up those times, Daddy, but I learned! You’ve never kept punishing me after a spanking was over, at least not this long! I just wanted to be back into things, but since you weren’t allowing me I had to do it on my own!”

“That is NOT your decision to take, Christine!” he said, sitting down again and pulling her to him, not harshly but none too gently either. “You are still being punished, and two weeks does not seem an unreasonable time to your mother and I. Shall we make it another two, and then two more perhaps?” he raised an eyebrow.

Christy gave her father a ‘you wouldn’t dare’ look. “No! Daddy!”

He nodded. “I assure you we will if you don’t march yourself to the bathroom right now and fetch the hairbrush. Move it!” he finished, pointing at the door.

Chris sighed, but turned around and made her way into the family’s bathroom. She got into the drawer where the two brushes were kept. Suddenly, a slow smile crept onto Christy’s face. Her father had never specified which brush he’d wanted. Usually that implied he wanted the larger and heavier of the two, but still... With a small smirk she picked up the much smaller one, and pasting a look of innocence on her face she brought it back to her father.

Upon seeing her return, Haley, who had been believing she was finally going to cooperate, turned dead serious again and took the plastic brush from her hand and wagged it in her face. “Are you making fun of me, Christine? You know perfectly well which hairbrush I was referring to.” He spun her around, and with a sound SMACK! to her pj-clad bottom, sent her on her way again. “You are seriously testing my patience, child.”

Chris winced as she went, and this time picked up the wooden, heavy brush that could seriously chastise. With a slight tremble she brought it back to her father, and passed it off without a word.

“About time,” he mumbled as he took it from her hand, and set it down aside her. He again pulled down her pants, and again upended her across her lap, and started to spank her bare nates with hearty smacks of his hand.

Christy whimpered slightly; her father certainly wasn’t messing around. Perhaps she had gone too far. But, no matter, it was too late now, and she was stuck taking whatever he would give her. From Haley’s point of view, she had indeed taken it too far, and he was putting extra strength behind those hand spanks. This would have been a sound spanking even without her resisting it, and now it’d only be worse.

It didn’t take long before her whole bottom and sit-spots were stinging incessantly, and the girl let out several ‘ouches’. Her white-socked ankles kept crossing and uncrossing, and she kept wondering how long this was going to go on.

Her backside soon took on a pink hue as Haley smacked on and on, making sure to cover every square inch. Only after a minute or so of continuing spanking he slowed down the pace, and scolded: “Why didn’t you just ask to be left home? We could say no, but we could say yes too!”

Christy snorted despite herself. “Mom NEVER would have let me just miss a fourth day!’ she cried, wriggling slightly.

Haley rewarded that bit of freshness with a dozen swats to her thighs, before resuming the slow pace. “Then you would have gone to school, no questions asked. You know we are understanding, but there is a LIMIT. Am I making myself clear, Christine?”

Chris yelped with that onslaught before finally nodding her head the best she could and replying softly, “yes sir.” Then, hoping to make things a little easier on herself, she coughed, loudly.

It came so out of the blue that it was immediately noticeable to Haley how artificial it was. He didn't comment, though, because the spanking would go on despite her (possibly simulated) reactions. “You cough all you want, Christy. You're still getting the hairbrush,” he informed her as he grabbed it and placed its heavy, sturdy wooden flat side on her nether cheeks.

“Nooo...” she sobbed, suddenly greatly regretting her impertinence. “Daddy, I'm sorry... please... I really am...”

“You know, Chris?” he said, getting fresh for a moment, himself, as he tapped the tool on her already well-spanked posterior. “I don't think I've said this in years, but, not nearly as sorry as you're going to be.” And he started an assault on her reddened bottom with the brush.

The words cut into Chris, almost as much as the brush did. She wailed with its impact, but kept herself as still as possible. Haley’s left hand gripped the girl’s side as his right one pistoned up and down, delivering one painful smack per second on her full cheeks, switching sides. He stayed silent and focused on teaching a very sound, lasting lesson.

Christy sobbed as her cheeks began to burn steadily, each swat worse than the last. “Daddy!!! I’m sorreeee...” she cried remorsefully.

“It’s good to hear that,” Haley said softly, not missing a beat. “I am very disappointed in you, though, as I’m sure Mom will be.” He moved to her sit-spots after that, waiting to see (and hear) her reaction to his words and actions.

Christy sobbed even harder as she heard her father’s words, and this escalated to shrieks as she felt his attention move from her full cheeks to her much more tender sit-spots. She dissolved into choked sobs broken up by coughing – true coughing. While she perhaps was well enough to go to school, it did not mean that she was completely out of the woods.

Haley was thinking the same thing as he heard her cough, knowing it was probably true this time, but that didn’t keep him from continuing. She could take this, and needed and deserved it more than she herself realised. He proceeded for a good two dozen smacks at least, before letting up and giving her dark red, slightly bruised bottom a rest.

“Will you lie to us again? Or try to break the rules intentionally?” he asked.

Chris shook her head vehemently, barely able to get her breath. “Noooo... I swear, Daddy. I won’t. I promise... please... S-sorry...”

“Good.” He set down the brush, but kept the girl over his knees, rubbing her back. “Your grounding remains the same. It would stop next week, and that doesn’t change. But break it again, and we’ll have a repeat of this – AFTER your mother is through with you. Okay?” he said, thus finishing his scolding for the day.

Christy winced but nodded adamantly, sobbing steadily, with coughs mixed in. There was just no way she would want a repeat performance, especially after her mother’s ‘attentions’ to her backside.

“Good girl. Here, let me help you,” Haley said as he picked up Christy under her armpits and set her ON his lap, something he’d done pretty much every time he’d spanked her in the last ten years.

Chris yipped as her weight was placed on her father’s thighs. Still, sniffling and sobbing she flung her arms around Haley. Actually, the reaching up helped take a little of the stress off her battered bottom, and this was where she always felt safest, in her father’s arms.

The man sensed her will to lift weight off her bottom, and while that would be slightly amusing with anyone else, it just wasn’t with his own daughter. He supported her upper body in order to help, while speaking to her.

“Lots of stuff on your mind, huh kiddo?” he said. “I mean, with the hearing and everything.”

Chris nodded sadly. “I’m so scared, Daddy,” she whispered. “I mean... I could get in trouble over this. AND I’m so humiliated. I don’t want to have to talk to all these people about my spankings...” she trailed off, blushing with the thought and pouting just a tiny bit.

Haley nodded and sighed. “You know what? I don’t either. And HE won’t want either. It isn’t that necessary.” He produced a cotton tissue out of his pocket and handed it to her... up to her nose, actually. There was always some guilt on his side after a spanking. “There’ll only be seven people anyway, you know?”

Christy nodded, gladly taking the Kleenex for her leaking nose. Between her flu bug and heavy crying, she was a bit of a mess. Not that it made her any less beautiful to her parents’ eyes, but still... it felt much better to be a bit more presentable. She sighed, and leaned in to her father.

The next few days were going to be quite trying.

– 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.

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