One full week in the new house in New York City and Haley was still having a hard time finding the most basic things. That often led him to wander aimlessly looking for something, poking and prodding at everything – much to the chagrin of his family. He could never find things unless they were *exactly* where he’d want them, and that often drove his wife and daughter nuts. Now that they were also sharing an apartment with Carly’s sister Faith, things could only get worse.

But that was a detail. A few days into September, Christy’s parents Haley and Carly had moved in NYC after selling their house in the North. They’d found a large apartment in the East Side, cozy and not too expensive. Faith had loved it too, and it was closer to the firm where she worked than her old flat. Soon it was settled that she’d move in with them, much to Christy’s delight.

Things were still a tad hectic, with Carly taking on a Head Nurse assignment in a children’s health center and Haley trying to keep up with his job as a columnist for various minor newspapers. Also Christy had to work her way through a new high school, not to mention the New York Modern Dance Company they’d all moved there for in the first place. But overall things were working.

On one particular Saturday morning, Haley was looking for his cell phone, cursing himself for not leaving it on... at least he could have just dialed it to know where it was. He was also trying not to bother too much, since Christy was hanging out with two of her new friends she’d invited over. Until, that is, something in their chatter caught his attention...

The girls were in Christy’s room, giggling away as only teenagers can, and Chris could clearly be heard speaking. “You girls just have to see what I got when I was with Marsha last night. I mean, I am just so SICK of my parents... I’m old enough to wear what I want, right?”

There were several murmurs of agreement. “Do tell!” urged sixteen-year-old Rita.

“Yeah, what’s up?” said Juliet, popping a bubble-gum loudly.

With a sly smirk, and totally unaware that she was being spied on, Christy brought out a bag from Victoria’s Secret. Dramatically, she pulled out a very sexy-looking thong. “At least I can do something womanly,” she proudly boasted, not catching on that suddenly every eye was no longer on her, and that no one was agreeing with her any longer.

Everyone was focused on the man standing on the threshold, looking wide-eyed at the item of lingerie in the teenager’s hand – his *teenage daughter’s* hand. The bewildered look on Haley’s face would have been comical, hadn’t it been so upset.

“Wh... what the hell is... that?” he hissed, not caring if his wife would consider that swearing. Christy literally jumped at the sound of her father’s voice.

He did glance at both Rita and Juliet, but his fiercest look was for his suddenly ‘womanly’ daughter. “Please say it’s not yours.........”

“I... well, I... that is...” She gulped, realizing she had to decide whether she wanted to make her stand or not. But she also felt she needed to assert how she felt, so giving him her most serious look, she replied, “Yes, Dad, it is mine, and yes, I do intend to wear it.”

Haley’s jaw dropped. He just couldn’t believe his ears. Was that his daughter, holding sexy lingerie and saying loud and clear that she was going to WEAR it? His head buzzed and spun for a second before he plastered a tight look on his face again.

He pointed at the other girls. “You two, go home. You, big trouble,” to Christy. “You’re SO not wearing that!”

Christy’s jaw dropped, completely humiliated to be treated as such in front of her friends. With Joanna it would have been no big deal, but that was before the new, more ‘mature’ Christy had been born here in New York City. Still, the other teens knew when to beat it, and so giving their friend a sympathetic wink they left. Chris could hear Juliet muttering under her breath, “I can’t believe how uptight her old man is.”

Once they were gone, Chris screwed up her courage, raising her voice. “How DARE you? It’s MY money, it’s MY body, and those are MY friends!”

The vein on Haley’s neck pulsated dangerously, much like Uncle Vernon’s in the Harry Potter books, and he clenched his fists. “Well, this is MY house, and you are MY daughter, and...!”

“Excuse me?” The petite figure that was Carly appeared on the doorstep, having been alerted by the yelling match going on. “This is my house too and she’s my daughter too and what’s that?...” she said suddenly, having eyed the thong still in Christy’s hand. She raised an eyebrow.

“That,” Haley barked, “is your daughter’s latest act of depravity!” he declared solemnly.

“I don’t see what you’re so worked up over!” Chris shrieked. “It’s not like anyone will actually SEE the damned thing! It’s just to make me feel...”

“More grown-up?” suggested a fourth voice from behind Carly. Relief practically flooded Chris’ face as she saw her Aunt Faith coming on the scene.

“That’s exactly it!” she cried. “It’s just to make me feel special. Like I have some special secret that no one else knows... except that by now you all know!” Chris was glaring at Haley by this point, tears pricking her eyelids.

Aunt Faith smiled and shook her head. She walked past Haley and Carly, still exchanging looks with each other, and regarded the snowflake-patterned thong in her niece’s hand. “Not bad... and I didn’t know Victorias were on sale,” she commented after checking the price tag.

Haley cast her a glare that could awaken the dead. “Faith, please, Christy and I are having a discussion...”

“Oh come on Hale, don’t be so uptight.”

“Oh... oh not you too... I’m... uptight??” he hollered. “She said ‘no one’s going to see it’... but that’s clearly a weapon of mass seduction! Come on, Chris, you don’t expect me to believe you!”

Christy’s face screwed up in a look of hurt confusion with her father’s words. “Yeah, Daddy, I did. I may have screwed up some things but it’s not like I want some guy... looking. I thought you would believe me. I can’t believe I was that stupid,” she muttered, breaking away from Faith and curling up on her bed, turned slightly away from her father. As hard as she tried to suppress them, silent tears coursed down her cheeks, and angrily she tried to brush them away.

For a moment Haley thought that was a strategy to make him feel guilty... then realized he *had* over-reacted to begin with, and took a deep breath to try and calm down. He just wouldn’t get why his wife and Faith were being so understanding while he was struggling so much. Could it be just because he was a male and she was his teen daughter? Could it be as simple as that?

“Well, I... if you say so....” He looked at Carly. The look on her face wasn’t exactly happy either, but at least she was not in complete denial. “Alright, but I disagree” he growled, and walked away.

The girl shrugged and maintained her position, not looking at him walk out of the room.

“Hey Chris?” Faith asked, placing a hand on the teen’s shoulder, as Carly sat on the bed too. “Come on, don’t be a baby now.”

Faith’s words stung more than they were intended to, and the teen turned away. “I’m NOT being a baby!” she snapped. “He... just... actually thought I’d... that some guy would...” She struggled with her emotions before adding, “I thought he trusted me more... knew me better than that.”

“Dad does know you better than that,” said Carly. “He’s just shocked because he’s surprised.”

“And then you know men,” Faith added with a generous eye roll, “everything’s good and fine until a girl shows signs of sexual freedom, then they go nuts.”

Carly gave her a save-that-for-another-time kind of look, but nodded to her daughter. “We’re not saying it’s wrong... just, understand if we’re surprised. You’ve never worn lingerie before.”

Chris turned back around to face the two women again, and fiddled with her skirt... a slightly shorter skirt than she usually wore, at that. “I... I know I haven’t... but it’s not like it’s really wrong. I just... have been feeling a little more grown up, and I just thought it would be fun to have something besides that childish underwear for a change.”

“That’s alright,” Carly said, circling her daughter’s shoulders with an arm. “Just... you know, it takes us a while to get used to changes. You’re our little girl, and especially Dad sees you that way, so... you know.”

“And if you really want to feel grown-up,” Faith added, “make your choices and take responsibility for it. Your father says he doesn’t approve but he’s letting you, so that’s not too bad. Don’t seek for approval at all costs.”

Christy gave a grim smile and nodded. “True. I... thanks for understanding.”

“It’s okay, honey,” said Carly, and she kissed her forehead.

“Just don’t let your father see you with that on,” Faith added in Christy’s ear, giggling just a bit.

This time Chris rewarded them with a broad grin and nodded. “Believe me, I don’t plan to!”

~*~

But it wasn’t that easy.

Things calmed down in the Brimley household after that fiasco... at least for a little while. But Chris was beginning to feel more and more grown-up as the days wore on, and was becoming less and less the girl her parents and aunt once knew. She gradually started staying out later after school, just hanging with her friends. Homework would frequently come in second to hanging out with girls that were at least a year ahead of her. Grades slipped just enough to be noticeable, and curfews would be pushed... never too late, but enough to set the adults on edge.

Both Haley and Carly were particularly preoccupied with the change in their daughter’s act. Neither of them connected any of this directly with the thong incident, but still, Christy’s new habits were a little worrisome. They had tried to bring up the topic a couple of times, getting less-than-eager replies that “it was all in their minds” and that “nothing’s happening, really”.

Faith was more tolerant on the other hand, but it was she who confronted Christy with it more directly. One Tuesday evening Haley and Carly turned in early after an exhausting day, leaving it for her to check on Christy’s return by ten o’clock. The girl showed up a few minutes to eleven.

Aunt Faith was there to wait. “Hey. Something happened? You didn’t call.”

Chris stood rather breathless before her aunt, not really expecting any kind of a confrontation. She pulled out her cell phone and fiddled with it, pretending it wasn’t working or something. “No, not really...” she answered rather flippantly. “Just... got busy and lost track of time.” She shrugged then, expecting to be let off as she had each night so far.

But her aunt stood in her tracks cross-armed and looked in her eyes. “Christy, it’s a school night. I don’t like where things are going. You’re breaking almost every rule, and your performance both in school and at the Academy is waning... are you sure you want to test your parents like that?” she raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

Chris shrugged. “Aunt Faith, really, it’s not that big a deal. I’m just settling in, is all... things are different here.”

“But rules haven’t changed, and since when one hour late is not a big deal?” With that, Aunt Faith grabbed her niece’s wrist and pulled her to the couch with her, now shaking her head. “Chris, I’m warning you. Get back on track.”

“Ouch... Aunt Faith... what...?” The poor teen had gone so long without a spanking she didn’t even recognize it when it was looking at her in the face. “I will okay? I’m sorry... Just... let go...”

If ever there was a chance Aunt Faith might let her off without a spanking, that vanished when the defiant tone in her niece’s voice didn’t stop. So the woman just upended the lithe teen over her lap and slapped her round, skirt-covered backside with medium force.

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying, Christine?”

The girl jumped slightly. “Ow! Yessss...” she whined, not really hurting all that much, but still feeling it.

“Well you don’t sound like it.” Aunt Faith’s hand descended a dozen more times before pausing. “I suggest you lose the attitude, Christy, and get back on track. This is your one warning, get it?”

Chris gave a small sigh, but nodded, playing along. “Yes, Aunt Faith,” she whispered.

The woman was not at all convinced, and pondered whether to spank more and harder... but it was late, she was tired, and so she let the teen up. “You do know the spanking your parents give you if you keep this up will make this one look like a love pat.”

Christy sighed and nodded. “Are... are you going to tell them about tonight?” she asked...

Aunt Faith sighed too, and shook her head.  “No, but I will if I don’t see substantial changes. Don’t disappoint me, Christy.”

Relief flooded the teen’s body and she nodded. Giving her aunt a smile she fervently said, “I promise I won’t Aunt Faith. I... thank you.”

“You’re welcome, and now to bed with you!” A sound whack! sent the teen off to her bedroom.

~*~

Over the next few days, neither Faith, nor Haley, nor Carly, witnessed any noticeable change, though. They just watched as Christy performed her duties less than enthusiastically, to then dedicate herself to phone chats and outings with friends for lengthy periods of time. Haley in particular was starting to worry, and even told Christy that if there was anything she wanted to talk about, she could always turn to him or her mother.

But Chris just shook her head. “Daddy, nothing’s wrong. Why does something always have to be wrong? Can’t you just accept that I’m growing up and need a little more space?” she demanded rather less than respectfully.

Haley’s features hardened as he replied. “I’d understand that if you weren’t always late to and from school, if your grades were better, and if your friends didn’t *always* come before your duties. Watch it, Chris. You’re on VERY thin ice. One more step out of line...” his voice lowered, “... and we’ll be back to old habits like this.” He snapped his fingers.

For a second a rush of fear flowed through the teen, but she forced herself to push it off. She just couldn’t let it get to her, or at least so her mind thought. It had been months since she’d had a real punishment spanking... especially from him... and not counting the ‘therapeutic’ one from Aunt Faith her first week in NYV. It just sounded like an empty threat.

Still, to get him off her back she meekly replied: “Yes, Daddy,” before retreating to her room.

That was Wednesday. Friday, being a weekend, she had a curfew of 11:00. She was out with several friends at a party, and didn’t quietly try to sneak into the house until it was nigh on 2:00 in the morning. With no lights on, she felt she was scott-free, and quietly began to tip-toe to her room.

But even the quietest noise could be heard by someone who was wide awake, worried sick, and waiting for her. Haley came out of his study, the door to which he had conveniently left ajar, and stood before her, hands on his hips and a hard look. He had rarely felt so angry, and he hoped every ounce of that was showing.

“Why didn’t you call?”

Chris froze. “I... that is, I was...” It was clear she was only looking for a plausible excuse.

“Oh spare me. I don’t want to wake up the whole building right now,” he hissed, “but you’re in DEEP trouble, Christine Marie Brimley. Come to my study tomorrow morning at nine o’clock sharp. To bed with you now.” And he pointed sternly at the girl’s bedroom door.

Christy’s eyes opened wide with fear and shock. “Daddy... I...”

“I said to BED right NOW!” he shouted. “Don’t make me go even harder on you tomorrow.”

He meant that to cut through her, and it did. The teen opened her mouth to complain, but the look in her father’s eyes made her stop short. She turned and stomped off, upset he wouldn’t even let her explain... not that there really was anything to explain. She was doomed, and she knew it.

~*~

The following morning, right after breakfast, Haley made his way to the study and sat at his desk. The study was smaller and generally less comfortable than the one they’d left in their old house, but still served its purpose – every purpose.

It was 9:05 by the time Christy came meekly knocking on the door. She was hastily dressed in white jogging pants and a T-shirt, hair still sopping wet from the shower... She had only awakened twenty minutes previously and hadn’t even had anything to eat yet. She stood at the door, biting her lower lip, waiting for the beckoning call.

“Come in,” said Haley.

With a shaking hand, Chris opened the door to the room and slowly walked over so that she was standing before her father, just out of reach. She looked at him fearfully, waiting for him to speak.

“So?” he asked, arms crossed and looking every bit as serious as he was. He’d had time to think it through, though, so he was also calm. “Three hours late. Honest, that’s an all-time high.”

Christy cringed, looking downcast. “Daddy... I’m sorry...” she tried lamely.

“Oh I believe you are now,” he said, “but you haven’t been sorry these past weeks. I think your mother, your aunt and myself have warned you repeatedly?”

Chris looked away and half-shrugged. “I know...” she moaned.

Haley nodded. “I am extremely disappointed, Christine, and so are the others. If you say you’re growing older, you should start to actually *behave* like it. And instead...” He shook his head. “In case it wasn’t clear yet, you’re getting it, and you’re getting it hard. Take off your pants.”

Tears of anxiety welled up in her eyes, and the teen was really starting to regret not having done her laundry earlier: as she peeled her pants down, Haley could see that the only clean panties she’d had in her drawer was the thong that he so greatly detested. He did nothing to hide a sigh and a scowl, and shook his head. Somehow he’d forgotten about that thing.

“So you’ve been keeping it. I see...” he commented idly as he took a chair out from under the desk, and sat, patting his lap.

“Daddy, I...” she whimpered even as she slowly kicked off her pants and dragged herself over to her father and gracefully draped herself over his lap.

Haley grunted at seeing how much of her backside the thong left uncovered. It was just like not wearing it, as far as the buttocks were concerned. “Well I don’t think this offers much protection right now, or does it?”

Whack!! Whack!! He planted two solid smacks to both cheeks, leaving pink open-handed prints.

“Owww!” the teen squealed, totally shamed and suddenly recalling the awful STING from her father’s hand, sometimes worse than any paddle or hairbrush. “Nooo... it doesn’t...” Her words were mere whimpers as she lay there prone.

Haley shook his head again as his hand propelled up in the air and crashed down on the girl’s bare bottom, time and time again, the handprints crisscrossing and overlapping from the base of her back to the base of her thighs. He spaced his fingers apart a bit so that they’d wrap around Christy’s sides and inner bottom cheeks, and bite deeper.

The girl’s whimpers increased with the steady onslaught of smacks, but she resolved herself to take this as bravely as she could. Her ankles would twitch, and her hands grasped the leg of the chair for support, but she tried to take it the to the best of her ability.

Still, her whimpers eventually turned into a pathetic, “Daddy, please...”

As the spanks rained down, he noticed how quickly her big-girl bravado was lost and she’d reverted to ‘Daddy please’. This was not the way Haley had intended things to be in their new home, and he wanted to drive that point through to Christy as soundly as possible.

Almost a full minute into a very hard hand-spanking, he paused. “As I believe your aunt told you, we may be in New York now but rules have NOT changed, Christine!”

Chris finally sobbed, as she realized her aunt had eventually discussed that past Wednesday with her parents. “Okay...” the teen cried, not entirely sincerely. “I’m sorry... please...”

“Christy,” Haley said as he helped her to her feet. “Listen to me, and listen carefully.”

Christy nodded, to let her father know he had her attention, but she couldn’t quite meet his gaze, and instead became thoroughly fascinated with the carpeting under her white socks. She longed to rub the sting in her backside, but dared not to.

Haley kept trying to meet her eyes, but didn’t force her to look up. He softened his tone a little as he spoke. “Hon, being older doesn’t mean just wearing this stuff,” he snapped the thong’s elastic waistband. “It’s in your mind. It means going about things with a better attitude... even things you don’t like, or that don’t come out right. And then, fun can’t always come first. You weren’t like that, and you’re changing. If it’s spankings you still need to be kept on track, believe me, we can and will do it. I don’t care if you’re five or fifteen, I will still put you over my knee if need be.”

Christy nodded and sobbed. “Daddy, please... I’m sorry... I won’t do it again, I swear... I’ll do better, just... PLEASE...” At last the girl looked up at him, beseeching him, but truly knowing that with Haley, such tactics were futile.

“Christy? That includes spankings: I said you are getting one, and that’s that. Even then, you can choose whether to take it with dignity... or not.”

Leaving her to think that through, he stood and opened the desk’s main drawer. He retrieved the small, heavy rectangular black wooden paddle from a few months aback, and sat back down.

Chris sobbed while a chill of fear coursed down her spine. She hated that paddle so much! But she also thought on her father’s words, and realized that she’d acted more grown-up more than a year ago on the cruise ship Annabel Lee, accepting her punishment, than she was now that the issue was her reaching adulthood. Biting her lip, she vowed to take this as well as she possibly could.

Haley noticed the change in her attitude and silently praised it. He also decided to reward it, not knowing if she’d notice it or not, but still wanting to do it. When he sat down again, instead of lowering her underwear like he’d always do, he let her lie across his lap again before peeling the thong (please oh please let no guy see this thing!) down to her knees.

And notice she did. Her father would never do that... in-family modesty had never been esteemed terribly high, especially during a spanking session. Chris looked back at him questioningly.

Haley shrugged. “Oh, it’s shaming enough to wear that at all,” he pointed at the thong. “No need to add to the humiliation right now.” He gave her a small sympathetic smile, that she took strength in, then raised the paddle and began a hard onslaught to her bare nether cheeks.

Chris had just turned around when she felt the hard paddle smacks begin. “Owwwwww!!” she sobbed, crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Taking a spanking well certainly did not mean taking it quietly, and she knew there was going to be no way she could if this was anything to judge by.

Sure enough, Haley kept up the pace. He made each paddle smack count, letting the wood dig cruelly in the girl’s flesh before raising the tool again and delivering the following blow after only a second or two. He kept in mind that small paddle packed an impressive amount of sting and would bruise easily, but then again, he did mean to leave a few lasting marks, and spanked hard.

Before long Chris was howling and writhing under the heavy strokes. Haley had long since wrapped his free arm around her waist to keep her in place, though there was no helping the frantic kicking of her legs and her pounding the floor with her closed fists.

At last she couldn’t hold it in anymore and cried out, “I’m SORRY! D-daddy... puh-puh-lease... hurts, no more!...”

Haley ignored her plea and worked his way down to Christy’s sit-spots and thighs as well as her buttocks, so that soon her whole backside was painted crimson. He could tell this was to become one of the hardest spankings he’d given her in recent times – and also one of the most important.

“Will you do what you are *supposed* to do before having fun with your friends, Christine Marie?” Haley asked, raising his voice to be heard over her howling. He aimed a vicious blow to her outer right thigh that made her scream. It felt like liquid fire and made even her head hurt.

“AIIEEEE!!! YESSSS!” she cried pathetically. “N-no more Daddyyy!...”

“And will you at least pretend you actually CARE about this family and its rules?” he asked, not without irony, as he repeated the blow on the other side.

She gave another screech and lurched, longing to reach back and rub but knowing so much better than that. “I promissssssse!... Pleassssssse!....” she sobbed whole-heartedly.

Haley regarded her burgundy backside and knew she was spanked out. He’d have continued if he didn’t think the lesson had sunk in, but he knew it had, so he finished with two more stingers to her sit-spots before releasing his grip. “I’ll hold you up to that promise, my girl.”

It was all Christy could do to nod through her tears and gut-wrenching sobs. It truly had been a long time (well, to her anyway) since she had felt this kind of pain, and ruefully she realized it was exactly what was needed to get her back on track.

When her sobbing slowed a little she whimpered, “Daddy, I’m sorry... I’m so so sorry...”

And just like he’d done last time he had spanked her, he helped her up and sat her on his lap facing forward, making sure there was little or no weight on her spanked parts. He held the crying teen close, stroking her hair and back and, in general, making her feel he was there.

“Shh... it’s okay. If you truly mean that, I believe you.”

Chris just nodded, unable to speak, but leaned heavily into her father. She had to wonder for the umpteenth time whether the burning throb would ever go away. Of course she knew better than most that it certainly WOULD... but it was still hard to believe at that moment in time that she would be able to sit in comfort ever again.

Haley and Christy hugged tight for several minutes, until the teen’s sobs started to subside a little. Her father sat in silence, giving her time to recover and breathe normally again.

When he thought she could be a little more receptive, he looked at her in the eye and said: “You know how serious offences usually grant two implements... but not today. However, Christy, you’re on probation until further notice. Do things right, or you will find someone in this house to put you over their lap again. Okay honey? I mean it.”

Christy’s eyes opened wide. Never before had she been put on a true probation. The closest they had come was grounding her over the George incident. Just the mere thought of it made her bristle slightly, but she also knew what her father said was true: in this house her serious spankings usually did end up being with multiple tools. With downcast eyes she shifted uncomfortably and nodded.

“Good. I seriously hope you don’t give me, your mother, or your aunt reason to add any spanking to the fire you must be feeling in your bottom right now.”

And with that not-too-faint reminder that there would be spankings on TOP of that one if needed, Haley gently deposited the small teen to her feet, and kissed her teary cheeks.

Chris closed her eyes tightly, and nodded. She couldn’t help but wonder just how long this probation was going to last. It wasn’t the idea of needing to clean up her act that got to her; that was hardly the case. What bothered her was just the way it was imposed, phrased, and the like. She stood there, wanting to ask desperately, but not wanting to sound whiny or horrid for it.

Haley couldn’t know what was going on in her head, but he did see her just standing there even after being dismissed... not ‘officially’ dismissed, but Chris knew very well when spankings were over and when they were not. So he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eye again.

“What’s wrong, hon? Speak your mind.”

Christy bit her lip for the umpteenth time that morning, trying to decide whether to even mention it. But she didn’t want to become angry throughout this phase of her punishment, and she knew herself well enough to know that if she didn’t ask, she’d be done for. Sniffling, she hesitantly asked:

“H-how long do I have to be on... pro... probation?” she asked, the word itself tasting foul in her mouth. “I... Daddy... I want to do better and will, but it’s like you and Mama... I don’t know...” She stopped and whimpered before continuing. “It... it’s almost making me angrier and less wanting to do it than if you’d just trusted me enough... even the threat of spankings wouldn’t have been as bad as a technical... probation...”

By this time she was sobbing almost as hard as she was during the spanking itself. She was glad to get it off her chest but greatly afraid of what her father was going to think, say, and especially do.

For a little while, Haley just stood there and looked at her, not quite sure what to say or do. His brain worked feverishly, trying to reason and to work things out so he’d understand. Finally he took a seat again and drew Christy nearer – it did seem like he wanted to resume the spanking, and the teen did back up a bit, but all he did was sit her on his lap.

“Chris, thanks for voicing that. Now, *that* is a sign of you getting older: suggesting reasonable objections based on fact, and not just whining or following instructions blindly.” He gave a small smile, which she returned, and rubbed her back.

“However, I think you’re missing the point. Being on probation doesn’t mean you’re a prisoner, but rather that we’ll be making sure day after day that things go smoother. Like holding your bicycle for a while before letting go, you see? And as for how long, that depends. It’s all about trust: you have to win that back, Chris. We trust you by default, but when things go bad, like now, you need to *convince* us that we’re right in trusting you again. Makes sense to you?”

Chris whimpered as her father spoke. Part of her DID understand, most definitely. But part of her... well, part of her just didn’t agree with it all, for some reason.

“I... I kinda understand, Daddy, but... I don’t know why but it still makes me angry inside. I know I have to prove myself to you and Mama... it’s just... I don’t know!” The poor teen was rather lost, and nervous, sad.... so much wrapped up into one.

Haley enclosed her crying frame in his arms and kept her close. “Chris, honey,” he spoke in a soothing tone. “Have you thought it’s also a matter of how much you trust us? If you trust us enough, you have nothing to fear.”

He sat in silence for a while longer, just listening to her heavy breathing and occasional whimper... before it struck him that there *could* be another way to go about things.

“Okay, let me get this straight... You say you could handle things by yourself, is that what you mean?” he asked, smiling just a bit.

Chris nodded, not sure where things were leading.

“Okay. Tell you what, then.” He shifted positions on the chair. “We’ll let you do things your way for... say, a month. If we don’t see any noticeable results, we’ll have another talk. But you must realize that *that* talk might include another spanking.”

With tears of thanks and gratitude in her eyes, Christy smiled, flinging her arms around Haley. “Thank you!” she whispered fiercely, her heart swelling.

~*~

At 6:00 pm that evening Aunt Faith came back from work and learned from her sister Carly that Christy had been spanked in the morning. She sort of knew it was going to happen, but still, she sighed. After repressing an angry pang, she slowly made her way to the teenager’s bedroom. She could hear music from within and knocked softly.

“May I come in?”

A slightly whimpery answer could be heard from inside. “Aunt Faith? I... come in...”

Chris was curled up on her bed, listening to the soundtrack to her favorite musical, gently massaging her bottom through her favorite nightgown, still. She didn’t bother to get up, though, even as Faith slowly let herself in and aww-ed at seeing her niece like that. She couldn’t see her bum but if that many hours later she was still rubbing it, it must’ve been quite a spanking indeed.

“Hey Chrisbrat... how are you doing, honey?” she asked gently as she sat on the bed.

Christy shrugged slightly, although inwardly she was smiling slightly at her aunt’s favorite pet-name for her.

“I.. I’m alright,” she whispered. “Daddy went easy on me... j-just one tool... still... you know Daddy... he knows how to make up for it.”

Again Faith sighed, and shook her head. When she was a girl, her parents spanked hard but one tool was the most they’d ever given her and Carly. Chris was definitely used to much more.

“Can I see?” Aunt Faith asked, brushing a straw of hair away from the girl’s forehead. Even before she could answer she leaned over and gathered her in a hug.

Christy reached up on her knees and gratefully threw her arms around Faith. It just felt good to get some kind of sympathy. Slowly, she finally nodded, and tried to reach behind in order to pull up the soft cotton of her nightgown, though just managed to fumble it up badly.

“There, there, it’s okay,” Aunt Faith said as she smoothed the nightgown back down and took hold of Christy’s hands. “You don’t have to. I just want to make sure you’re okay, hon, is all.” Again she held the girl tight and rubbed her back and hair sweetly.

“It’s okay... y-you can... I just... my hands...” Indeed, her hands were shaking slightly, mostly due to the lasting exhaustion. “But I’m fine... really...” she whimpered. “Gotten it way worse before... probably will again someday...”

Aunt Faith was more than a little worried at that. She sighed again, kissed Christy’s forehead, then did raise her night gown just enough so she could see. What she saw horrified her, though yes, she herself as a teen had been spanked like that.

“It’s okay. No, you won’t get it worse. Not if you listen to what you’re told, Chris... like Wednesday night when we talked...”

Christy went limp and sobbed. “I knoooow!” she wailed. “You must think I’m so stupid!”

“No, no, and NO, Chrisbrat, you are not!” Faith said, shaking her niece just slightly. “You didn’t listen to my suggestion and learned the hard way instead. It happens. You’re fifteen, God, it does happen!” She hugged her so tight. “I just hope this serves as a reminder...”

Chris kept kneeling there, sobbing, a hand gently going back to her bruised backside. A smile, as small as it was, did manage to get on her face, though. “K-kinda hard not to r-remember, Aunt Faith...” she whimpered.

“Shh, yes, I know... I know...” Aunt Faith bit her own lip to prevent herself from joining in her niece’s crying, and just held the girl close instead. “We all love you, honey. I love you so much and I want to see you learn your lessons without... that,” she pointed at her bum.

Christy nodded, her tears slowly drying up. “I... I really will try, Aunt Faith,” she whispered. “I will... and... thanks... you know... for... for caring and checking...”

Aunt Faith nodded and dried away the last of Christy’s tears with the hem of her nightgown. “Of course. Hey, my favorite niece is finally living with me... how could I not?” she gave a small smile.

Chris smiled and giggled slightly. “I am your only niece...but thanks.”

Faith snickered. “Hey, Mama’s making rigatoni. Would you like me to bring yours here, hmm?”

Christy smiled thankfully. “If... if they’ll allow me... I’d rather not have to plant my bottom down on one of those chairs... Thanks...”

“I’ll see to it that they allow you,” Aunt Faith nodded. “I’ll be back when it’s ready... and, Chris...?” she said as she eyed the thong laying on the carpet. She knelt and picked it up, shaking her head slightly even at herself for having encouraged Christy to wear it to begin with. “You’ll be our beloved girl even thirty years from now... don’t try to grow up too fast, okay?” she said sweetly.

Christy smiled slightly. “I... I promise, Aunt Faith. I promise.”

– 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 © 2005 Haley Brimley , Christy. Contact for information and / or feedback.