It was several weeks after her last spanking when Chris came racing into the apartment, running and out of breath. She nearly collided with Haley in her rush. Seeing him, she broke out in a grin and grabbed his arm.

“Oh! Dad! Daddy, guess what?” she gushed, almost more like a young child than the maturing fifteen-year-old going on sixteen that she was.

Holding on to a chair to avoid being trudged to the ground, Haley smiled back and shook his head. “Gee, what’s up? Alanis Morrissette added a New York tour date?” he rolled his eyes.

Christy groaned, but otherwise ignored her father’s comment. “Noooo... I... it’s been FIFTEEN YEARS and I FINALLY found a friend who’s actually spanked!”

She stopped suddenly and blushed, realizing just how silly it must sound, but she could barely contain herself. While with Joanna she had been able to talk about her punishments, her friend simply couldn’t understand it. It had been extremely isolating. Now... someone understood.

That took him so much by surprise he had to sit on that chair. His smile vanished and was replaced by a more serious expression, though not an ominous one.

“Well... that is surprising. Especially here. Is this friend your age? A schoolmate of yours?”

Meanwhile, Christy’s mother Carly had walked in the room cross-armed, having heard her daughter’s recount and wanting to know more.

Chris took a step backward, suddenly nervous about her parents’ reaction. “I... she’s a year older than I am... and... yeah... we’re in several classes together.” She stopped, looking back and forth between her mother and father. “Is something... wrong?” she asked, her hands automatically reaching back to hold her small derriere. Usually a serious face led to a serious ‘discussion,’ and discussions in the Brimley household tended to take place with Christy’s panties in a heap around her ankles.

“Oh no no no baby,” Carly said quickly. She walked to Christy and hugged her from behind, kissing her head. “I think Dad and I are just surprised... I sure am.”

“Surprised is the word,” Haley nodded, “but there is nothing wrong about it. Is she anyone we might know? Perhaps we even know her parents and don’t know they share our views about... things.” He added a smile for good measure.

Chris relaxed, although still slightly on-guard. “I... I don’t think you know her. Her name is Tina Holden. Well... she was one of those who complained to Abigale about that tickets thing...”

With that, her hands rubbed her behind more vigorously, remembering the long, sound, bare-bottom hairbrushing she’d gotten a few weeks earlier in front of the whole family for that incident.

“She just lives with her dad,” Chris carried on. “Her mom died when she was little. I... I think he may spank her a little harder than you do, but... I don’t really know. I just noticed she was really squirming in her seat a couple days ago and approached her at lunch. She was alone and looked sad and soooo... yeah...” Christy was nervously just saying anything and everything that came to mind, babbling more than really necessary.

Little she did know that her parents would actually want to learn even more. If Christy was going to hang out with this girl, whoever she was, it might also mean hanging out at her place, and they had always wanted to know all of her friends’ parents before allowing such a thing. So the ‘a little harsher than you do’ part didn’t help, knowing they considered themselves quite severe spankers.

“Okay,” said Haley eventually. “Well we wouldn’t mind getting to know her father then.”

Christy squealed and nodded. “That sounds great!”

“Okay, hon, but...” Carly said, “what do you mean when you say ‘harsher’?”

Christy shrugged. “I... dunno... it’s just that... when she did go into it, it sounded like he really laid into her hard. Not... like it was over the top, or at least she didn’t act like it. But I think he spanks for more things.. and a little longer. Not totally sure. That’s just my feeling...”

Haley nodded and sighed. “Alright. Coming from you, that’s got to mean something. We’ll see what happens.” He stood and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “I’m glad you have someone your age to talk about it, anyway.”

Chris smiled. “Yep. It really is nice. And Dad... really... I think things are okay, okay?”

In reality, she was more than a little concerned for her friend, but she was more scared her parents would keep her from going over there.

~*~

In the month or so that followed Haley and Carly got to meet Mr. Holden, and even Tina once when Christy invited her to lunch and she accepted. They couldn’t make much if anything of the girl, who looked and behaved like the average teenager... though perhaps a little more subdued than what’s average at sixteen, and they were used to Chris who was a very mild-mannered girl.

The man, on the contrary, was lively and polite and seemed very at ease with talking... especially after being told that the Brimleys shared his views on child rearing. Not that Haley or Carly would have this kind of talk anywhere near the girls, but he didn’t seem to have the same delicacy and was pretty open about it in front Tina. That they didn’t like much, but it was one thing.

About one more week later Chris came in the door after school, in much the same manner she had when she had first really come to know Tina. This time she didn’t see either parent immediately, so... “Mom! DAD!”

Both parents, and Aunt Faith too, rushed from wherever they were to the living room. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Haley said with a worried frown.

“You need to cut down on this yelling thing, young lady,” said Carly with a slight eye roll.

Christy sighed. “Sorry, Mom... sorry Dad... Aunt... nothing’s wrong. It’s just... I got invited over to Tina’s for the day tomorrow. PLEEEEEEEEASE can I go?” she asked, hopping up and down in excitement. The idea of spending the entire Saturday with her friend was quite pleasant.

Carly rolled her eyes again as Aunt Faith shook her head, snickering to herself, and retreated to her study to continue working.

“Ah well,” said Haley, taking off his glasses, “I suppose you could.” He had never liked the idea of Christy staying out for too long, but especially now she was older there was really no reason to deny permission. “Alright.”

Christy squealed with delight.

“When would you be going?” Carly asked.

“I’d go over tomorrow morning at 10:00...” the girl said. “It’s Saturday... probably come home around 7:00. We’re just going to watch movies, do girl stuff...”

“That’s exactly what I was afraid of,” Haley said, but he nodded in agreement and walked up to Chris. He kissed her forehead as she playfully stuck her tongue out. “Okay. Be good. Remember that Mr. Holden won’t put up with nonsense and he’ll notify us immediately...”

He left it hanging and walked away. Christy’s stomach churned at the thought... how humiliating that must be, to have your friend’s parents call yours and then be escorted back home for a spanking... but she pushed the though to the back of her mind. It’s not like he had spanking rights over her after all, even if he’d gotten to know her parents.

“Thanks, Daddy!” she crowed after him, gave him a brief hug, and ran up the stairs to call Tina.

~*~

The next morning Chris was ready early, and nearly drove her parents nuts waiting for the 10:00 hour to roll around so Haley could drive her over to the Holden’s house.

At last it did so. “Daddy! Come ON!” she said with an excited grin and squeal, pulling on his arm as he sat trying to read the paper.

For a moment Haley wasn’t too sure Christy was fifteen anymore. She looked suddenly reverted to the age of five, instead. That opened the door to a whole series of considerations: if she was so happy with a new friend who could understand the spanking part of her life, did that mean she had felt misunderstood and isolated until last month? But the teen’s eager pulling on his arm prevented him from any more thinking that morning, and soon they were off to the car.

“Have fun,” Haley said as they parked in front of the Holdens’ house. “I’ll call later, okay?”

Chris giggled in a carefree manner. “Okies, Daddy! Love ya! Bye!” And while flinging her backpack on her shoulder she jumped out of the car and ran up to the door, her waist-long chestnut hair swinging behind her.

At the door she was met by Tina, who waved out to Haley smiling. “Bye, Mr. Brimley!”

Tina was more or less Christy’s height – a moderate five feet two – but with dark corvine hair and a slightly darker complexion. She didn’t have her friend’s fit, athletic body but could still be considered as ‘cute’. Her eyes, of a light blue tending to grey, weren’t as lively though.

“I TOTALLY gotta show you a couple new Maybellines,” said Tina giggling as she and Christy walked in. “That is, when we’re finished with homework,” she added in a little voice, rolling her eyes just a bit but looking at the floor.

Christy groaned. “Aww, Tina, it’s the weekend. Come on... we have plenty of time to do that stuff. It’s easy, anyway. Let’s do something fun first...”

Tina tensed at that. She fumbled with her sweaty hands as she opened the fridge to pour them iced lemonade. “I... okay... but let’s make sure we’re studying when Daddy’s back, okay? Please...”

Chris frowned a bit, but nodded. “Yeah... sure...” She took the glass of lemonade gladly, staring at the ice cubes a second. “Hey, Tin?” she asked hesitantly. “Is... is everything okay?”

The girl gulped but nodded. “Y-yeah... why shouldn’t it?” She looked worried for a second and looked as though she wanted to say something. But then she grinned and rolled her eyes. “C’mon Chris, I thought your dad whipped you too. You know this stuff. C’mon let’s get to my room.” And she bounced away upstairs.

Christy looked after her friend, quite concerned all of a sudden. To be that scared to be caught not studying on a Saturday morning, when they only had two worksheets to finish? And the term ‘whipped’... she’d rarely if ever heard that related to getting spanked, in her family anyway. But she tried to put on a smile and follow her friend up the stairs.

Once there, she said in as off-hand a matter as she could, “Ya know... I was thinking. Maybe... maybe we should get those two worksheets done first. Hmmm?” She bit her lip, watching her new friend’s expression.

Tina looked up, not without a little surprise. “Umm okay, thought you wanted to have fun first.” She shrugged. “But it’s wiser. So we can show him we’re finished when he checks our homework.”

She walked to her school bag and took out the pens and notebooks. She was trying to conceal from Chris a big sigh of relief, that certainly didn’t pass by her unnoticed though. She pretended to not have seen, while she got out her own sheets, but she couldn’t help but think about a sixteen-year-old’s father who still check her homework like this.

Still, it wasn’t more than an hour later that they were done.

Setting down her notebook with a sigh of relief, Chris flashed Tina another grin, her worries again pushed aside for the time being.

“Now. What was it you wanted to show me? Weren’t you hoping to get some new lipstick?”

Tina readily grinned back, though she did look around a little as though she wanted to make sure they could actually talk about that. She reached into the very bottom of her drawer and pulled out a small lipstick tube, which she brought to Christy.

Almost in a whisper she said: “This is shiny purple. Got it in Manhattan during the school trip last week. It’s soooo cool... Daddy doesn’t want makeup on me but... Well, here.” She handed the tube to Chris, her large blue eyes glowing.

Chris smiled, although it was almost a sad one. This poor girl was so scared. Still, she took the lipstick and did marvel at it. She was about to put some on, but then looked to her friend.

“May I?” she asked gently.

“S-sure!” Tina said, her eyes wide. “Of course. I mean, why do you even ask. You’re my friend. Go ahead and try it on...” She stood and rushed to her vanity to get a hand mirror.

The truth was, all of this was making Chris quite nervous. It seemed nothing they did could be considered right by Tina’s father. She seemed so... different... when Chris was observing her in her natural home environment.

But she gladly took the mirror and put the tube to her lips. Her hand was shaking so much that at first she smudge d her face, causing both girls to erupt in giggles. This made her even less steady, though, and just as she was finishing the tube slipped from her hand, flying, and landing on the carpet, leaving a large streak of purple.

Tina dove to catch it but all she did was smear it even more on the carpeting.

Christy’s hands flew to her mouth. “Tina... I... I’m so sorry...” she whispered.

Tina appeared to be much sorrier, though. Her fit of laughter was strangled and a croaky sound came out when she realised what had happened. She bent on her hands and knees to the floor and assessed the damage.

“Oh no... oh no... hell no, this won’t come off!!” she nearly yelled.

Christy inched back, tears streaming down her face. “Tina... please... I’m sorry... maybe it isn’t that bad...” She grabbed a towel and bottle of water, still in her book bag from her dance class the previous afternoon, soaked the cloth and tried unsuccessfully to rub it out. Instead it seemed to spread that much more on the white carpet.

Upon seeing that Tina started to whimper. She put her hands in her hair and looked around the room, suddenly seeming to realize the huge mess there was – which wasn’t huge at all, nothing more than a normal teen’s bedroom... books spread out on the floor, a few clothes, CD cases left open when she’d showed Christy her collection... but it sure looked horrid to her.

“C-Chris... we’ve got to clean. We m-must hide the spot, and...”

But she was interrupted as the front door opened. “Tina? Christy? I’m home!” Mr. Holden’s loud, chirpy voice said from the living room.

Both girls froze on the spot. Tina immediately started trying to at least pile things to try and make things look more normal, and just seconds later Christy started to move her book bag over to cover the hideous stain.

While the girls were in this process though, the large man strode into the room.

“Hiya! So what’s...” His eyes fell on two very guilt-looking girls who were obviously trying to conceal the something. To his eyes that might as well have been the remnants of a feast, given the state of chaos the room was in. “What is this MESS, Tina??” he bellowed as his smile vanished.

Tina immediately started whimpering. Christy looked around her, certainly not seeing anything that would be that big of a deal.

“I... D-daddy... w-we got done with our homework and were just doing some stuff. We were gonna p-pick up...”

“That’s what you always say, but never do! This place is always so messy I can’t believe it!” He was making no effort to keep his voice low, and was now practically screaming in his daughter’s face. Then he turned to Christy. “And you? What’s there?” He kicked the young girl’s bag away and that revealed the stain... “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, are you two stupid or what??” he roared.

Christy slunk away. Never had she experienced something like this. It was no wonder that her friend was always so scared! She reached Tina and the two teens huddled together nervously. The two were both whimpering by now.

That didn’t do anything to lessen Mr. Holden’s rage, and if anything it added to his fury. He strolled to where they stood and quickly caught up with them. He grabbed the scruff of Tina’s T-shirt and literally shoved her towards the far corner of the room.

“You strip and stay right there. And you just wait till I’m back!” he yelled at Christy, shaking her then letting go of her wrist. “We’ll see what your father has to say about this!”

Mr. Holden stormed out of the room, banging the door behind him. Christy gulped and ran fingers through her hair, fearing greatly for her safety and her friend’s. She turned around and saw Tina sadly strip; her pants were on the floor already and her cartoon panties were coming down.

“Tina... I’m so sorry,” Chris whispered as she approached. “Please forgive me...”

By this time the teen was bare from the waist down, and shaking something awful. Chris could see the remnants of a few bruises still there from her last spanking. She looked like she was going to crumple, so Chris went and enveloped her in a hug. It just wasn’t fair that her friend was going to get punished for something like this! At least she knew her father was fair enough that he wouldn’t allow this man to harm her.

“I... it’s not you... it’s my fault, I always make a mess,” she whimpered, but Chris could see from the frightened look in her eyes that she didn’t really mean it. “If...” Tina stammered. “If he beats you too don’t resist ‘kay? It makes him angry... take your licks and just shut up...”

Her last words trailed off in a long sob as tears trickled down her face and she returned the hug as hard as she could. Christy shuddered at that thought, but tried to push it out of her mind. “Daddy won’t let him... he won’t...” The words kept going through her head, as if she was trying to make herself believe it.

She stayed that way with her friend, gently rocking her and rubbing her back until she heard thumping on the stairs. She pulled away quickly, directing Tina back to the corner and quickly sat on the bed, just in time before the angry Mr. Holden entered the room.

This time he barely regarded her. He just looked at his bare-bottomed daughter facing the wall even as he grabbed Christy’s elbow and sent her off to another corner. “You strip too and just wait till I’m finished with her.” As he was speaking, Tina meekly walked out of her corner and minced her way to where he stood, hands at her sides and still shaking like a leaf.

“What...?” Chris stood, stunned, for a minute, while it sunk in. Her father was going to let this man beat her just because of a few things on the floor and a stain? Surely it had to be a mistake... “Y-you can’t be serious!” she exclaimed.

The moment she finished Mr. Holden’s hand rose and landed on her left face cheek hard. “Do NOT argue with me, little girl! I have your father’s full permission. GET into that fucking corner right NOW and bare that ass!” he yelled. His face was livid with rage and his fists tightly clenched.

Christy’s hand went to her smarting cheek. She glanced at Tina who had a mixed look of “I told you so,” “I’m sorry,” and “Now he’s gonna be harder on me too” on her face.

With a gut-wrenching sob Christy turned around to face the corner, and with unsteady hands slipped her stretch pants off, and then, much more slowly, her light pink cotton panties. The idea of some man she barely knew seeing her down there at her age made her blush furiously, but she was much more worried about her friend... and eventually her... bottoms.

As for Tina, every shred of dignity she might have still had from her exposed bum and privates vanished when her father pushed her down on the edge of the bed. He walked to her closet and retrieved an old, nasty-looking plain black wooden paddle. It was worn and even a bit splintered around the edges, but he didn’t seem to care as he walked to Tina and swung it like a baseball bat.

CRACK!!! It landed hard across both of the girl’s plumper bottom cheeks, and she let out a sound like a wounded animal, trying her hardest not to scream too loud, probably knowing it would only infuriate her father further.

And that was just the first of many whacks. He barely gave her time to recover before he landed another, and another, and another. In less than a minute Tina’s bottom was a mass of criss-crossed welts and bruises already partly surfacing, and she was bawling her eyes out like a baby.

Each time the paddle would strike Christy would flinch, and give a sob. She felt so badly for her friend, and felt even worse knowing she was next. As for Tina, she could no longer even keep the howls silent, and finally was letting out cries. Still, she never begged for her father to stop. She knew too well that it was not a wise idea to do so.

Not that it was making any difference right now, for the man just kept paddling her for all he was worth. “I thought we’d make this clear ages ago! You’re even more stupid than I’d thought!” SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! “I work like a fuckin’ nigger all week and you can’t even keep this house clean and tidy!”

On and on it went, for two dozens more swats or maybe even more........ when suddenly a much louder sound echoed throughout the room. CRRKK-SNAPP!! Half the paddle went flying and landed on the carpet near Christy. Tina let out a blood-curling scream that rocked the windowpanes.

Christy herself finally turned away from the corner, unable to keep from surveying the scene any longer. What she saw turned her stomach. The piece of wood was just inches from her own feet, and her friend was barely moving except for the heaving sobs.

But most frightening was Mr. Holden, who still held the truncated paddle. He was livid.

All of a sudden, Christy knew. She knew she had to get out of here, or die trying. And that feeling reinforced when the man tossed the broken tool away and went to the closet to retrieve another paddle... and this one had eight holes drilled in it. He wagged it threateningly in Christy’s direction as he ordered her to the bed where Tina lay spent and almost motionless, her bottom an awful mess.

With this Christy started shaking her head no violently. “N-no... Y-you... you can’t...”

The frightened teen made a run for the door, even though she had to pass right by Mr. Holden in order to do so. It didn’t matter. She had to try. She couldn’t just let him use that thing on her. No way. Her father would never have given permission for something like that. He just wouldn’t have...

Must’ve been for her pants and panties still around her ankles, or because Mr. Holden’s reflexes were overall good, but she didn’t make it. The man grabbed her arm much harder than he had before, and threw the kid down on the bed right beside her friend. Tina barely managed to move her hand spasmodically looking for her friend’s when, without as much as a warning or a scolding or anything, he began to paddle Christy’s behind ferociously with the holey paddle.

“NOOOOOO!!!” Chris bellowed with fear and pain. She immediately did what she hardly ever did: she reached back.

But Mr. Holden didn’t have half the concerns Haley had while spanking, so he simply smacked the paddle down on the girl’s fingers, forcing her to retreat.

Again the girl shrieked, trembling mightily. She felt a crack and instantly knew the bones were fractured. She simply cupped her hand in her left one and screamed. She took one more harsh blow before twisting and trying to get up off the bed. She no longer had the sense she was born with, and all she could think of was her fear and her pain.

“You must be so stupid!” the man bellowed again. He forced Christy to lie back down over the bed, and this time he held her there shoving her face-forward into the mattress. “Now I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” he sentenced as she yelled, and again the paddle rose...

... but it never fell, for Haley grabbed Mr. Holden’s wrist and pulled as hard as he could.

The man was aghast. He dropped the paddle, and didn’t dodge fast enough when Haley’s closed punch smashed into his face. He fell on the floor on his back and stayed there, unconscious, while Mr. Brimley rushed to his daughter and her friend.

“Chris... oh God... Chris, Tina, I’m here... talk to me?”

“Daddy...?” Chris whimpered, not totally sure she was hearing things correctly. And as angry as she was at her father, she needed comforting a hell of a lot more.

Haley grabbed her under her armpits and pulled her up. He wrapped her in the tightest hug ever, fighting his own tears back. How he had been so naive to let this happen, he wouldn’t know. Only now it dawned unto him that this was entirely his fault.

“Shh, I’m here. It’s me.”

“Daddy....” It was all Christy could say at the time as she hugged him back so tightly. It wasn’t until several moments had passed that she thought of her friend. “Oh G-god... T-Tina... h-he broke it....” With that the teen’s sobs renewed and she couldn’t even complete her thought.

Haley couldn’t understand at first, but did when he saw the truncated paddle on the floor and the nasty, very nasty mark on Tina’s bottom. It wasn’t bleeding but it was too damn close for comfort. It was revolting. He let go of his daughter and helped the other girl up.

Tina was spent from so much crying and shaking from fright but she still found it in her to hug him tight. “I-sss-s-sorry...” was all she could mutter.

Christy gave her father a look, then turned to Tina. She herself was still sobbing hard, but she did manage to say, “N-no, Tina. It... it isn’t you. I... I was the one whh-who dropped the lipstick... B-but...” again she looked at her father, although this time it was more of a glare. “It w-wasn’t fair. W-we didn’ deserve this f-for havin’ our stuff out and a s-stain...”

Only then Haley really realized that Mr. Holden had been lying to him, or at least blowing things way out of proportion. He surveyed the room and didn’t see the ‘vandal acts’ he’d been described on the phone. How could he have been so gullible? And still the man had looked fine, was gentle, nice... as most wife- and child-abusers are, a voice said in the back of his head. He fought back his own angered tears and just kept both girls close.

“N-no you didn’t... Tina, honey, go lie down on your bed while I call 911. Chris are you okay?” He leant forward to check on her own marks as he said that.

Christy held her hand out for her father to see and was sure she could hear Haley whinge when he saw the swollen fingers. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Tina was whimpering. “P-please don’t call... I... I’ll be alright... P-please, Mr. Brimley. J-just take Christy home...”

“Don’t even think of that,” Haley said, maybe a bit more firmly than he would want to.

Tina’s eyes moved swiftly from him to her own father lying on the floor. Neither Haley nor Christy would know what was going on in her head, but eventually the girl did as asked and lay face-down on her bed... never taking her eyes off her dad though.

“C-Chris?” she whimpered as Haley took his cell phone and called.

Still sobbing and shaking herself, Christy went over and joined her best friend on the bed, wincing as she lay on her right side, facing her friend. She herself had bruises... it may not have been a long spanking for her, but it had been hard and with a very jagged tool. Even so, she knew she needed to comfort Tina. So she held the girl’s hand with her left one and made a feeble attempt at stroking her hair with her other, damaged one. How had the girl managed to live like this for sixteen years? It was beyond Chris’ comprehension.

Haley too kept an eye on Mr. Holden even as he called . He described what had happened. The ambulance came, and two officers with it. Christy’s fingers weren’t broken as she’d feared, but were still treated with ice and painkillers... but Tina had to be brought in for further treatment.

Needless to say, Mr. Holden left his house with cuffs around his wrists. Haley was spared that infamous treatment, but it was quite clear that there was a lot of questioning in store for him as well. He circled his daughter’s shoulders as they walked out of the house, Christy still crying faintly.

“Chris, oh God, please believe me,” he said, “he’s deceived me, I... I didn’t know...”

Chris just looked away. “Why would we vandalize her own house?” she asked softly.

He sighed. It was really as simple as that. “I don’t know, honey, he... he sounded so convincing and you were so enthusiastic this morning, I... I just assumed... wrongly... that maybe something had happened.” He stopped and turned to her. “I didn’t know about the paddle. He said he’d be using the flat one and that it was small... but then I changed my mind and I rushed here because I wanted to pick you up and... oh honey I’m so sorry!”

As angry as she was, at least some things were making sense. And all that time she had been there comforting Tina, and really hadn’t had the hugs or comfort for herself. So with tears streaming down her face she turned back to him, flinging her arms around him and sobbing ever so hard.

“I was so scared...” she whimpered. “I... I thought he would kill me... kill us...”

He would’ve wanted to ask a million questions about how things had gone, but he knew the Police would probably do enough questioning already so he let it go. He hugged Christy so tight as he stroke her hair. “Just one thing, honey. Did he... you know...?”

Chris shuddered and just shook her head no. That was about the only thing he hadn’t done!

Haley breathed a sigh of relief and kept her close. “I’m sorry honey, this is all my fault... I shouldn’t have let him... period... if you won’t forgive me, I’ll understand.” But his eyes showed a great hurt even as he said that.

Christy was shaking beyond control, almost, but she gave the faintest of smiles at hearing what she needed to: that her father knew he shouldn’t have given anyone permission to spank her in the first place, no matter what.

“I do...” she whispered into his embrace. “I do forgive you...”

This time Haley didn’t even try to control his tears, knowing he wouldn’t succeed. He smothered Christy in the tightest hug and wept on her shoulder as she did on his. He couldn’t even begin to think about what he’d tell Carly about this, knowing she would have strongly objected to it all to begin with. But right now he took in his daughter’s embrace until they were prompted to get on the car and follow to the Police station. Somehow their ordeal was just at the beginning.

– 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.