“Yeah, well, it’s not that I don’t like it here,” said Carly. “I just have a hard time getting used to city life, is all.”

The woman turned the key and the front door to her house opened. Behind her, her younger sister Faith rolled her eyes.

“It was like that for me too, sis, believe me. Then you get used to it. It’s just for...”

“Shh. What’s that?” said Carly, her ears perking up.

In the distance voices could be heard. They seemed to came from the side of the house that was the farthest from the entryway.

“Probably just Hale and Chris talking...” said Aunt Faith, shrugging.

But Carly was already shaking her head. “Not talking...”

She put down her purse and walked down the corridor to the staircase. The more she and Faith climbed the steps, the more the firm voice of a man and the whimpered answers of a younger girl could be heard – and both women knew exactly what that meant.

They opened the door to Christy’s room and their jaws dropped at what they saw. There before their eyes was Haley sitting on Christy’s bed, his features set in a firm, steely gaze. The young teen was upended over the man’s lap, her bare bottom facing the ceiling and her father’s face, her jeans off and discarded at the foot of the piece of furniture, and her panties bunched up on top of them.

She looked up, startled, as Carly and Faith walked in, then buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, even though her aunt and mother had seen her as such countless times, and been in Haley’s position too. Still, she kept whining.

“Daddy, please... come on... It isn’t that bigga deal...”

“It is a big deal,” said he, “and I’m sure your mother and aunt agree.”

“What is going on here, Christine Marie?” Carly asked, her arms already crossed and regarding his bare-bottomed only child with a firm stare. She was sure that for Haley to decide to spank, the infraction had to be serious.

“Your daughter has...”

“I’m asking her,” the woman tapped her foot, practically forcing the teen to look up at her.

While difficult to look up when draped over her father’s lap such as she was, Chris finally lifted her head and met her mother’s gaze, her jaw set.

“There is this girl at school... Abigale Carter... she’s little miss rich snot-nosed I’m everything Carter. She was handing out these tickets to us ‘poor’ kids... me... Mari... this girl Tina... like she’s some goddess who has all the money in the world and was just pitying us. So I refused the danged ticket... she treats us like we some kind of disease cuz we can’t afford Broadway tickets or something... I didn’t know she was doing it as part of a school project for getting teens interested in the arts... but Miss Burton kinda overheard and just wrote Daddy a note and he totally overreacted!”

“Overreacted?” Haley’s hand shot up and came down across Christy’s bare nether cheeks.

The girl yelped and kicked her feet out of instinct, her head immediately finding refuge in her hands again. To be spanked in front of the whole family, how utterly humiliating!

“I inquired about the note and stated you had no business refusing so rudely,” Haley explained. “Then you got fresh with me and called me names merely because I was trying to talk, young miss, or have you forgotten already?”

Here Carly raised an eyebrow, and even Aunt Faith shook her head in disappointment. “Calling your father names, Christy? For the sake of your mouth I hope there wasn’t any cussing....” she hinted, but not too subtly, at what would happen if there had been.

“No, mother, I did not cuss so you have no need to get out the soap,” the girl sassed.

Even she had no idea why on Earth she was being so snippy today... she just... well, she just was! Carly, however, never had and never would accept her to ‘just be’ sassy or disrespectful.

“I may have no need for that, but you sure need something. Faith, would you please fetch my hairbrush? The big one,” she added, looking severely at Christy... and before the kid could reply, Haley started a barrage of sound spanks to her bum.

Her eyes went wide both in fear of the brush that could set her bottom on fire ever so badly, and also with the immediate sting of her father’s palm. “Daddy!” she yipped as sting began to build back there. She squirmed slightly, unable to contain herself from that little bit. She knew she had gotten herself in deep, and knew that this was but the very beginning, sadly.

By the time Aunt Faith was back in the room carrying the heavy, formidable implement, Haley had already delivered some fifty firm smacks that were making the girl’s cheeks bright pink. His left arm caught her waist soon into the spanking to try and keep her steady, and all of this under Carly’s firm gaze.

“More to the thighs...” she said.

Haley thought it rather comical, so he shook his head, but really did follow the suggestion and did spank his daughter’s thighs longer and harder!

Christy’s jaw dropped at hearing her mother practically order her father as to how to spank her, and at the awfulness of what she was ordering. Even to her well-experienced backside it stung impeccably, causing her to give just the slight leg twitches that weren’t quite kicks.

As the barrage continued to her thighs her whimpers and yelps grew steadier, though no tears fell. She was mortified that her aunt was just standing there, taking in the show, but of course had no say in the matter. And what was worse was that Aunt Faith was absent-mindedly tapping the hairbrush on the palm of her hand. As sympathetic as she was of her niece, nor she to Carly – nor Haley, for that matter, - ever tolerated sassiness beyond a groan or an eye roll.

Christy’s father increased the strength and rhythm of the spanks, focusing now on the girl’s sit-spots especially and bending his wrist with each swat. “She hasn’t cussed... whack!... but she sure knows... whack!... how to talk back... whack!... Still think I’m “quite thick”, Christine?” WHACK!!

Christy gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut against the sharp smacks. “Oooowww...!” she cried out, her hands making fists. “Nooo... no you’re noooot... okayyy?” She shut her mouth as soon as she had said it, realizing she was just being as smart as ever. “Sorreeee...” she whimpered, praying that nothing would come of it. Her shoulders shook, though she wasn’t crying.

Haley sighed. She wasn’t the kind to mouth off so often and so easily. Clearly there was something up with her, and when that happened, Chris tended to get herself in the worst trouble.

“I’ll pretend I haven’t heard, Christy,” said Carly as she took the brush from her sister and handed it to Haley.

The man accepted it and immediately placed it on his teen daughter’s behind, shifting her further over his lap in case she decided to struggle and put up a fight. Instead Chris stiffened as she was felt the cool wood on her slightly heated bottom, and felt herself being pulled over his knees even further, losing even more control.

“Daddy... pleasssse...” she whined pathetically.

“I’m sorry, Chris,” he said. “Too late to repent... now you get it.”

And with that the hairbrush rose and a sound smack was planted squarely across the girl’s backside. Chris let out a loud yelp. It had been a while since she had met this particular instrument of doom for her backside... and the cruel sting and burn it impacted had almost slipped her mind.

Many more followed. hard reverberating cracks all to the same spot that immediately left a lasting impression. She did her best to squirm out from under these strokes directed at that same spot that soon left it aching beyond belief.

“Daddeeeee! Noooo!” she cried, the tears starting to come at last.

But Haley was unrelenting and just kept on spanking. He did however move to other places too, though he’d return there every now and then. Christy’s sit-spots were paid particular attention by the hard wood, as it would always be during one of his very thorough spankings. These made her wriggle and kick her legs even more ferociously, unable to help herself.

“I’d stop struggling so much if I were you, Chris,” her mother said as the smacking continued.

“Wouldn’t want to have to take you to the chair, and you know what that means!” said Haley, now catching her left inner thigh thrice.

Chris yelled at the smacks and shuddered at the thought. She so hated it when her father took her over just one leg, clasping hers with his other. But it was so hard to hold still as her sit-spots and that one fateful spot that kept getting attacked mercilessly.

“I’m sorrrrrreeeeeee!” she wailed as she really did try to hold herself a little stiller, although she was still struggling with it.

Haley tolerated it a little longer and kept on spanking, but more than one minute passed without Chris giving signs of taking it better. As much as he sympathized with her, it was getting increasingly hard to catch the intended spot and he didn’t want to make any mistakes.

Carly understood the situation so it was she to speak first. “Well, that’s enough. Up you get, Christy,” she ordered.

Chris looked at her mother through teary eyes, wondering whether she meant that the spanking was over or something worse... and somehow her gut told her it was that something worse.

“Mama... noooo... pleeeease no’ that...” she sobbed, even as she struggled to her feet. It took every ounce of control to keep from reaching back and rubbing her already aching bottom.

“I’m afraid so, Chris. If you can’t admit your guilt and accept to be punished accordingly, I’m afraid we’ll have to make you.”

Under her husband and sister’s gazes she took the hairbrush from Haley in one hand and the girl’s elbow in the other. Christy cried and tried to pull back just a little, not actually resisting, but soon the woman had her to her desk chair and was sitting down.

“Over you go,” she commanded. “You know how.”

Christy sobbed hard and just stood before her mother for a moment before actually taking the required steps over to her side. She saw that Carly had her legs apart and whimpered as she stepped in-between them. Tears streaming down her face she bent over the left knee alone, her entire body shaking slightly. Here she was locked in a head down, bottom-up position.

Carly didn’t rest the brush on her bum like Haley had, just immediately started the spanking – and she started it very hard, and very slowly.

CRACK!!! came the first across the girl’s right sit-spots, and CRACK!!! went the second to the opposite side almost five seconds later. Christy howled right away, her hands grabbing the leg of the chair tightly.

“Ooooowww! Mammaaaa!” she wailed as the instrument continued its fierce descent.

The combination of sting and ache had the girl in hard sobs as she lay over her mother’s lap, unable to do anything to stop the blows.

Fortunately for her, it didn’t last long before Carly took a brief pause. She kept Christy trapped over her knee and patted the brush on her bright red, marking behind.

“Will you apologize to that Carter girl and to your teacher, Christine?” SMACK!! SMACK!! went the brush to the girl’s right cheek.

“Aiieee!” Chris sobbed, knowing she had really screwed up, knowing she needed to admit her wrong, but still hating it. “I... I.... yesss....” she whimpered softly, her whole body quivering.

Carly decided to overlook the lack of “ma’am” in Christy’s response. “Good. And how about your father and me, young lady?” The brush smacked the right cheek again.

“Oooowww! I’m sorreeee! Pleeease... Daddy... sorryyy... “ she whimpered, tense, not sure when or where the next smack would fall. Everything was already aching quite fervently, heat rolling off.

“Very well. You’ve rarely if ever openly defied us... don’t start now.”

Two more consecutive smacks fell to the girl’s left cheek before her mother released her grip on her and said she could stand. Both Aunt Faith and Haley, who had been staring cross-armed and in silence, were now nodding firmly.

“I knoooow... I’m sorreeee...” the teen wailed even as she did her best to stumble to her feet.

It took a while to get herself standing but once she was she stood there whimpering, her head lowered. She felt so awful for losing her temper like that. Even when she felt short tempered before, be it from hormones or from a bad day, she had been able to keep it in check. It wasn’t like her and it wasn’t the person she wanted to be. She just... had lost it and couldn’t stop once she had started.

That, her parents understood. They believed in a firm response to even the smallest hint of things getting out of control on her end, but if they saw no ill intentions in her they were more than ready to forgive – as any good parent should.

Eventually Carly extended her arms and wrapped the girl in a hug. “So much for looking after yourself, huh Chris?” she said, though not bitterly, even smiling just a bit.

Christy, however, could not see the smile, and cringed in her mother’s hold. “Mamaaa.... I tried! I did better... I did... M-my grades’re up an’ everythin’... it’s almost a month... p-please...”

All she could see was that she was back on probation, just for this little slip... and when she was so close. She stood trembling in her mother’s grasp, still somehow managing to want the comfort after the impressionable spanking.

Carly nodded and exchanged looks with Haley who first shook his head, and then shrugged just a little. “We are happy with your progress, Chris,” said the woman, “but this incident tells us we still need to keep an eye on you when you can’t do it all by yourself.”

“We do trust you, honey,” said Haley. “We are loosening your grip on you, or does it not look like it? Be honest...”

The girl sobbed, finding it hard to believe it was all coming down to this.. one blow-up! “You... you’re putting me back on probation... j-just cuz I lost my... my temper! I... I thought it was for... for the curfew and... and grades... I did all those things. It... It doesn’t seem fair!” the girl cried. “I... I dunno why I was crabby today... but... it doesn’ mean I... I am back to my old ways... please... Daddy...”

Oh they knew, they definitely knew; but they also knew how Christy was the kind of girl to need constant stimuli and... challenges? in order to improve.

“We realize,” said Haley, “and you are not back on probation. But until we see a real sign of changing... we’re going to keep being just a tad stricter with you than we normally would. Understand?” he said, calmly but firmly, as both Carly and Faith nodded.

Christy sobbed, holding onto her mother tightly. She realized she had no way around this, but hated it all the same. Stricter than normal? Heck, with their family that meant she could practically do nothing wrong without getting in trouble! Even the slightest bit... Still, she forced herself to nod.

“Yessir,” she whispered sullenly.

“Good girl.”

Haley stood and kissed the back of her head, hugging her too for a few moments before leaving her in mother’s embrace, where she let her sobs die down for quite some time.

Finally Chris’ sobs died down to steady crying, and ever so gently Carly released her grip on her daughter. She gave her shoulders a quick squeeze.

“I’ll be downstairs getting dinner together,” she said softly, and Chris nodded.

She did have homework, though not a whole lot, and knew she couldn’t concentrate well on it right now anyway, so she went over to her bed and curled up into the fetal position. She grabbed Cocoa the moose from his perch by her pillow, and sobbed into his soft fur. She had completely forgotten about the third party who was still in the room.

Aunt Faith was still standing by the door, cross-armed, and just as she had watched Chris get her spanking and cry her heart out she was now watching her as she sobbed. Slowly she walked to the bed and knelt by it. Chris gave a small startle but then dissolved in a tiny smile as she saw her aunt.

“This tip is free, kiddo,” the woman said, returning the smile. “As a kid, you try to stay out of trouble and that’s that. We all know you’re growing up. Want to know how to also look like it? Don’t limit yourself to not doing anything wrong; start doing something really cool. They want C’s minimum? Give them straight A’s. Dance like it’s the only thing you can do. Make new friends and help them out in ways your parents will just have to appreciate. You get what I’m saying?”

Chris whimpered. What her aunt was suggesting certainly wasn’t easy... all of it together was nearly impossible! But she could also see the wisdom in it, and she slowly nodded.

“Th-thanks, Aunt Faith... I... I really will try,” she whimpered, reaching out with her right arm for another much-needed hug.

Which she got. Aunt Faith hugged her niece to her so tightly she didn’t even realize poor Cocoa was getting crushed between the two of them!

“Oops,” she said as she backed out, and Chris giggled. “I’m glad. You’re a great kid and you make us proud. Now do something even better, and make yourself proud, too.”

And with that she left the room, not before kissing her niece’s sweaty forehead.

Chris laid there, clutching the stuffed animal tightly with her left hand, her right gently rubbing her bruised backside. Tears still streamed down her face as she thought about all her aunt said. She didn’t know how she would manage to do it all, but she knew, deep down, that somehow she would prove to her parents that she was worthy of their trust.

– 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.