Nine weeks passed.

Mr. Holden, Tina’s abusive father, was bailed out of jail by friends and colleagues after only one night. But by then a judge had already ordered for the girl to be moved out of her home, and for him to leave the city. So he’d left New York on a cold Monday morning, and as soon as she was released from the hospital Tina moved in at Christy’s parents Haley and Carly Brimley’s place until a more suitable destination was found.

That would be hard to do, however. Tina’s mother had passed away when she was a toddler, and no one was still alive in her side of the family. The same could be said for his father’s side, apart from an estranged half-brother living somewhere in the mountains in Nepal . Practically, if not legally, Tina was alone.

But both practically and legally, the Brimleys could do something. And with Aunt Faith being a lawyer – and quite a good one in a respected firm, at that – even more than something.

After that fateful afternoon when she and Christy had been assaulted by Tina’s father, who had started off with a spanking and then went haywire on them, causing his daughter severe bruising and almost breaking three of Christy’s fingers, Haley and Carly showed their best comforting skills with the distressed girls, but both had a hard time recovering right away.

Tina was used to such violence in her home, but it was still hard for her to realize she would not have to live under that man’s roof any longer. Like most victims of frequent abuse, she went on a major guilt trip, accusing herself of being the ultimate reason behind his father’s (rightful) frenzies. But even though she wouldn’t admit it, neither in words nor to herself, deep down she was extremely grateful for the Brimleys’ compassion and loving care. Her first step toward recovery, though, was a refusal of corporal punishment, and sometimes of any kind of body contact at all: at times she didn’t want to be touched by anyone, not even her hand being held.

To Christy, the shock of having been assaulted like that was something new and disgusting. She didn’t fear spankings per se, though – and if anything, she was soon back to her older self, practically begging her father to do what she expected him to do. But as it was routine by now for her to test her parents every now and then, this time it didn’t take Haley very long to comply, pull her across his knees again, and pull down her panties for a spanking. It was a mild spanking (hand only) for mild misbehavior (forgetting to take out the trash two nights in a row), but it served its purpose, and from that point of view Christy was recovered. Her hour-long crying after having been let up from his father’s lap was only slightly due to pain, and much more of a longed-for release.

The big change came almost two weeks after the incident. The New York Minor Court ruled that since Tina Holden was still sixteen, she would have to live under the supervision of at least one adult eligible for the custody of a teen-aged girl with a history of abuse behind her back. Carly’s competence in pediatric nursing and Haley’s small but growing reputation as a serious journalist helped the Brimleys win the Judge’s favor – and eventually Tina’s custody.

It wasn’t an easy task, nor a short one. The Court took six more weeks to ratify the custody, six weeks during which all kinds of scrutiny were performed. Haley and Carly did state that their daughter had been subject to corporal punishment on occasion, but that Tina would not be at least until full recovery was guaranteed. The psychiatric consultant for the Court rated such behavior reasonable, and gave the whole proceeding a go.

At the end of January, Tina was officially given into custody to Haley and Carly. Custody, not adoption, especially on the basis of her self-sufficiency and near-adult age: one and a half more years and she could make a living by herself.

However, Mr. Holden was not entirely out of the picture. The Court’s orders to not try and contact his daughter didn’t keep him from calling continuously. One time he even dared to show up at the Brimleys’ door, causing Haley to call the Police immediately, and causing great distress in Christy and especially Tina, who spent quite the bad night trying to stop crying.

That night Mr. Holden was arrested again for breaking a court order. He was sentenced to remain in jail until the date of his trial, where he would face accusations of continued physical and psychological abuse of a minor. A few weeks later, more or less around the time that Tina became a part of the Brimley family, he was found guilty and convicted to serve no less than six years in prison.

No one was in the mood for big celebrations, but it would be Tina’s seventeenth birthday soon, and Haley, Carly, and Faith did take her and Christy out for pizza and ice-cream. The halfway-relaxed smile on Tina’s face, and her first-ever happy tear, spoke more than a thousand words.

Christy was finding it hard to express her happiness as well, but the more time passed, the closer she and Tina became. Technically they weren’t sisters, nor they ever would be, but that sure didn’t keep them from acting like it – and what was stranger, to Christy at least, was that for once she got to be in a position where she wasn’t the little one. True, Tina might have been older, but it was Christy that she looked up to, and deep down Chris cherished that.

“So let me get this straight once again,” said Aunt Faith one Saturday morning. “You want to play with make-up??”

Christy and Tina looked at each other, then at their white-socked feet kneading the carpet. The raven-haired seventeen year old muttered, “I... that is, we... um...”

“Welllllll I don’t suppose you could say ‘play’, Aunt Faith, really...” said Christy, making sure to keep her hands behind her back, her head hung, and her cutest puppy-dog eyes. “More like... uh...”

“Experiment?” said Tina tentatively.

Aunt Faith crossed her arms and leaned against the vanity in her bedroom. She stifled a giggle and nodded slowly and seriously.

“Well, I’ve got lots of make-up. Blush. Eyeliner. Mascara. Nail polish. Lipstick. Eye-shadow...”

Tina and Christy exchanged looks again. They were not usually the kind of girls to give in to such fashionable tidbits, but with Christy only a few weeks shorter of turning sixteen, and Tina being older and everything... the instinct to try and change their looks even just a little bit was there. And there was just no one, in their teenage-girl opinion, who was prettier and more en vogue than Christy’s aunt Faith. The 29-year old lawyer was a very beautiful woman and knew how to treat herself as far as make-up was concerned.

“Y-yes, Aunt Faith,” said Christy in a little-girl’s voice. “S-so can we try?”

“Pweeeeease ma’am?” said Tina, who despite everything hadn’t gotten used yet to call the Brimley adults by their first name.

In her heart, Aunt Faith had already decided. Of course they could. After all, Haley and Carly didn’t have a specific rule against make-up (or clothing, for that matter, though they’d give her hell if Christy were to dress provocatively, which she didn’t anyway).

“Well, I think you could try...”

Christy and Tina squealed with delight.

“BUT!” said Faith in such stern tone that the girls immediately hung their heads again. “Lose even one cap of one bottle or lipstick...” she approached the teens, “... and your asses are mine. Quite literally! Am I making myself understood, little girls?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Tina, gulping quite audibly.

“Ma’am, yes, Aunt Faith, ma’am!” said Christy with sarcasm, earning herself a playful swat to her jean-covered, round backside that made her yelp and giggle.

A few minutes later the girls were carrying bunches of make-up items to the old family table in the living room. Haley and Carly, who were getting ready to go out with Faith to visit a museum that both girls deemed tremendously boring, sighed aloud.

“Here we go with the make-up phase,” Haley mumbled to himself.

“Daddy!” “Mr. Brimley!” the girls squealed in unison.

“Alright, alright...”

Tina rolled her eyes and giggled cutely even as she eyed the wide collection in front of her.

“Oh my God, she was right though... do you realize we look just like a couple of ten-year-olds playing with Mommy’s make-up?” she said as she poked Christy in the ribs.

Her best friend laughed. “Yeah, I s’pose we do. But we DID get permission.”

Haley kissed her head walking past her on his way to the door. “Yes. And as long as you do your girly stuff elsewhere, it’s fine. Not here.”

Carly was more direct, though. “That’s fine, honeys. Just take those things off that table or you’ll never sit again... and Dad will have a fit,” she winked at both and even giggled a little.

Christy sighed. “Yes ma’am,” she answered dutifully, meaning it this time.

She toyed with a lipstick some more and watched Aunt Faith wag a finger at her before walking out the door. She poked out her tongue and watched them head out the door of their apartment.

“Yes! They’re...” she stopped, puzzled, as she watched Tina start to take things off the table. “Tina... come on... they were joking.. didn’t you see my mom wink and laugh? I’m sure it’s fine, okay? Besides, where would we do it? I would never get my desk cleared off in good time. They’ll never know, right?”

But Tina was nervous. She glanced at the makeup, then at her friend, then even at the door as if to survey the adults’ face looking for answers, but they were no longer there. She sighed and forced herself to smile a tiny bit.

“I... Chris, I... t-they’ll be angry if anything happens... you sure we can?” she asked hesitantly, looking down at her feet.

Christy’s demeanor softened. “Tina, babe... you’re not around your dad anymore, okay? I promise, it’s fine. Besides, we know how to do make-up, right?”

The girl was visibly livened up by both reassurances, and she smiled a little brighter. “O-okay... yeahhh you’re right... but you can’t do make-up, you’re a little girl!” She giggled and tickled Chris, before sitting at the table and grabbing a lipstick.

“Oh I’m little, am I?” Chris snorted, but laughing.

For a good half hour they did full-face work-ups, turning themselves into quite the young adults. Finally, however, the two came to their nails. Tina had chips of bright blue polish still stuck to her nails, so Chris went and got the bottle of nail polish remover and opened it, carefully got some on a cotton swab for her friend.

Hastily she twisted the cap on the bottle a couple of times, not paying close attention. Tina stuck out her right hand and Christy got about three nails done before realizing she needed more of the remover. She twisted around behind her to grab the bottle but misjudged the distance...

The bottle fell over, and the cap that was hardly attached went flying while the contents of the bottle spilled out, seeping under the glass of the antique table that was a present to her parents upon marriage. Before the girls’ very eyes the lacquer was eaten off the stained wood by the liquid, leaving behind a bleached piece of unidentifiable wood. Having no idea how to get the heavy glass top off the table, Christy just caught the bottle and what had spilled on TOP of the glass, and watched in horror as the damage spread to about a  by  inch area.

Tears were springing from her eyes, and Tina blanched deeply despite all the blush on her cheeks. The girl brought her hands to her mouth and shrieked aloud.

“Nooo! NOOOO!!” as suddenly all memories of the nasty events in that fateful afternoon with her father a few weeks earlier flooded her mind. “Chris what have you done?! Now they’re gonna kill us!! We’re dead!!”

After that she just lost it and burst out crying, hugging herself and not even thinking of helping her friend.

Chris immediately came out of her shock about the table and focused on her friend and temporary ‘sister.’ She, too, was sobbing, but she wasn’t as hysterical.

“T-Tina, it’s okay, come one, really... yeah, we’re probably going to be in a lot of trouble...” Hell, she knew at least SHE would be spanked, but kept that to herself. “... but they aren’t going to kill us. I promise. Maybe just a spanking. Come on...” She gently put an arm around her friend’s shoulders to take her past the wreckage and up to their room.

At the word ‘spanking’ Tina had hidden her face in her hands and wailed even louder. She let herself be steered around and led to what had become her bedroom too. She threw herself down onto her bed and her hands grabbed her bottom – she did not shield or rub it like Christy would sometimes do, but instead grabbed it violently as though trying to keep it attached to her body.

“I... I-i-i ddont... Chris... no more spanks... your Dad will... he...” but she wasn’t able to speak clearly and soon collapsed into more, heavier sobs.

Christy was quite frightened by her friend’s reaction. Concerned, she knelt down beside her and gently rubbed her back in an effort to calm her down. “T-Tina,” she whispered, tears sliding down her own cheeks, “Tina, I promise... it hurts but Daddy’s fair... he... he isn’t like yours. He... he only does it ‘cuz he loves me... us... he wouldn’t do what yours did, I swear... please...”

But Tina still shook her head in fright. “H-he’s a man... all men... they just...” She bit her tongue before saying something worse, though. “S-sorry, I don’t mean... but I don’t want to... no please...” Suddenly she sat up and looked in her friend’s eyes. “Why, how does he spank you?”

Christy had listened wide-eyed to Tina’s mumblings, especially those about all men being monsters. When given the chance to speak, she jumped on it.

“Tina... Daddy... he... it always ends up bare bottom, and he uses a variety of things... sometimes just his hand, but almost always with something else... a ruler, brush... paddle... but it’s NOTHING like what your dad used... he never uses anything with holes or that has splinters... he never whips me...” She shook her head. “Not all guys are bad like your Dad, babe.”

Tina stared blankly in front of her as she seemed to process the information. “B-bare? And you okay with it? And you mean he doesn’t take the belt to you? And he doesn’t slap your face? And.... s-sorry...” she blushed. For the first time since her outburst she sat up and dried tears from her eyes. “But I don’t see how you can ever accept that...”

Christy shrugged. “It’s okay, hun... you’ve been through a lot. And...” Chris sighed. “I don’t know. They never do it unless I really deserve it, you know? And really, only once has he ever taken it too far... and he was so sorry that he was going to stop the discipline from him entirely. Ever since then he realized my fear of the belt and holey paddle and vowed never to use it again. Besides, it’s not like he’s the only one who does it, either. Mama does too... even Aunt Faith has. It just... is part of how things work for us. They have shown I can trust them, so I do.”

If anything, Tina’s eyes went wider after hearing that. So not only she was in a household where spanking was used (something she did know, after all) but by all three adults! Again her hands went to shield her bottom, less harshly this time.

“I... didn’t know you get it from your mom and aunt too... I never had a mom so I don’t know,” she whispered and looked away. “But... d-do you think I could... yes, well, I mean... I don’t want your Dad to spank me... even if he’s good and stuff...”

Chris caught on immediately. “If you’re asking if Mama would be willing to do it instead of Daddy, I’d say I could almost guarantee it. I can’t promise but... I don’t see why not. Like I said, Daddy listens to reason. It isn’t like you’re trying to get out of being punished or anything! But... Tina... Mama still spanks hard. It’s quite the punishment even from her, okay? I still cry a lot when she puts me over her lap...” With that she blushed, wondering if she’d best kept that to herself.

Tina shuddered visibly at that, but nodded. “I’m so sorry... I knew we shouldn’t have done this on the table. It’s all my fault,” she said. She was so used to seeing everything as her fault that she didn’t realize how things were the other way around this time.

Chris gently shook her friend. “No, Tina. It isn’t your fault! Not entirely. You’ll probably get nothing compared to me, okay? I knew the importance of the table, I talked you into it, and I refused to clean off my desk. Got it?”

Tina looked down and nodded as she listened, then shook her head softly and sighed. “I g-guess. You know better, it’s your family. And... I... I think I can take it,” she finally said, taking deep breaths. “If you get spanked, so will I, but... p-please be there?” she added in a tiny voice.

Chris sighed but nodded, hugging her. “I will do everything in my power to be there, hon. It probably means you’ll have to go first... I have the feeling that when they’re done with me I won’t be much company... or support...” she sighed to herself.

Suddenly the girls heard the door to the apartment open, and suddenly the resolve Tina had so struggled earned melt like snow in the sun as she jumped and gasped.

“Th-they’re here... they’re going to see... I... what do you do? Do you hide, or...?” She looked at Christy, panicking.

Christy shook her head wildly. “No. We do not hide! That’s not how things work. We take full responsibility, and... n-no... I have a feeling that any moment now...”

“CHRISTY! TINA!” They could hear Haley roar.

“We go to them...” sighed Chris as she got into a standing position. She put a comforting arm around Tina, helped her up, and led her through the door, partially because she was afraid she’d never move otherwise.

Again Tina let herself be led, out of the room this time. She shook like a leaf as they walked down the hallway and back into the living room. Haley and Carly were standing by the ruined table. The woman had hands in her hair and eyes wide, as though not believing such a sight. As for him... Haley was very consistent, in that he gave the girls one of his famous Iron Looks.

“What is THIS?” He spoke to Christy for the most part. “You didn’t even bother to clean?!”

“Daddy... I... I needed to talk to Tina...” Chris whispered, nodding toward the badly frightened teenager. “I would have... I’m sorry... but...”

Only then Haley truly realized that the expression on his seventeen-year-old ward’s face was beyond ‘simply’ frightened. He regretted his outburst and shook his head, though he did try and remain firm on his stand.

“I see. Well, so you admit this was your doing?”

Before either teen could reply, Carly stepped in front of her husband, hands pointed at her sides and looking just as upset. “I told you not to do this on the table. Both of you. You heard me say what would happen, didn’t you? What WAS on your minds, Christine and... well, Christina!”

Tina quaked at hearing her full name be used. “Mrs. Brimley... it’s all my fault... please...”

But Chris stopped her. “No. It isn’t. Tina... she didn’t do anything! I told her... that well... you were just joking... and I didn’t want to clear off my desk so I talked her into doing it. P-please don’t be mad at her...”

She knew that this was just digging herself in deeper. She’d already been asked three times that week to clear her desk, so this certainly wasn’t going to speak well!

Especially with her mother, who crossed her arms and shook her head firmly. “Well not only you still haven’t cleaned your desk, but you’re also getting yourselves both in trouble now.”

Then she looked at Tina, and gently held her chin in her hand. The girl cringed and leant into Christy but eventually looked up at the woman. “Tina, you come with me. We need to have a talk.”

Again Tina shook, and blabbered an apology as she was led away and back into her room.

All along Haley’s eyes were locked into his daughter’s, and while not furious any longer, he was still looking positively upset.

“D-daddy... I kinda promised her I’d be there. She’s scared... please...?” Chris begged.

At first shook his head, but then sighed and nodded. “That’s nice of you to say, Christy... Okay, you can, but she’s not going to be there for yours. Is that understood?” Christy nodded in relief. In reality, she knew that seeing her own would probably only be detrimental to her friend. “When Mom is done, join me in my study. Bring the big paddle.”

Christy blanched upon hearing this. She nodded and whimpered a feeble “yes sir”, then scurried out of the room. She didn’t want Tina to think she’d forgotten her. It didn’t take long to realize her mother had taken her friend to the girls’ own bedroom, judging by the lecture going on inside. Gently, Chris knocked, and then allowed herself in.

“I... Dad... Daddy said I could be here for Tina, Mama,” she said softly. “Please?”

Carly was seated on the bed, Tina standing in front of her. The teen’s white sweatpants were bundled around her knees but her underwear was still on, an indication that Carly didn’t want to humiliate her any further. The woman was speaking firmly but not yelling, and didn’t stop when her daughter walked in, just nodded her head in her direction.

“... and it doesn’t matter what Christy said, you have a mind of your own and I had told you clearly not to use the make up on the family table. Is that right, Christina Michelle?”

The girl was already sobbing, but nodded. “Yes ma’am... P-please... I... I’m sorry.... please don’ spank me!” the girl wailed, still not over her fear of having someone spank her, even a woman.

At least Christy was there, and she knew that her friend wouldn’t let something too awful happen. She chanced a glance over at Chris, who gave her a small, grim smile of encouragement.

“Sweetheart, I *am* going to spank you,” said Carly. “Christy’s going to be punished too. It’s the way things work in this family, and that is not in discussion. We had talked about that upon accepting you here, remember?”

Tina nodded slightly, but still shook even as Carly gently pulled on her hand to upend her across her lap. The 17-year-old wailed like a child half her age and struggled. She was as tall as Christy but definitely bulkier and Carly was having a little bit of trouble, so she glanced over at her daughter and raised her eyebrows meaningfully.

Christy came over to her mother and friend, and knelt down. She gently took her friend’s wrists in her hands. “Tina, it’s happening, like it or not. Don’t make it harder on yourself... please?” she begged. “Just take it like the grown up girl you are, okay? I will hold tighter if need be, but I really, really don’t want to...”

That did it for Tina. She stopped her struggles and looked deep in her friend’s eyes for a few minutes. There was a little bit of resentment in her look, but also gratitude... and for the first time, acceptance. She let Christy hold her wrists and hung her head, crying, but not squirming any longer. Carly took advantage of the situation and started to spank the seat of Tina’s bikini panties firmly.

Chris hated to play the bad guy, but she knew she’d had to help. She stayed there, not so much anymore because she needed to, but because she wanted to be there for her friend. As for Tina, she whimpered. She had never been exposed to a warm-up in all her days with her father, but compared to what she was used to take from him, it didn’t hurt much at all. Still, to be in this position had her scared, and her heart beat rapidly.

Carly realized this had to be quick and that Tina needed to be spanked for real. It was a matter of trust, and fairness. So after less than one minute she proceeded to hook her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and said: “Tina, I’m going to bare your bottom so I can finish, do you understand?”

The girl immediately let out a small shriek and resumed wriggling just a little, and Carly eyed her daughter who sighed and nodded.

“Tina... Tin, listen to me, okay? It’s alright... this isn’t anything major, okay. You’ll be fine.” She gripped the girl’s wrists a bit tighter. “I know you have it in you to take this babe. You’ve taken so much more... Come on... be brave like I’ve seen you be...”

She knew she sounded like she was taking down to the girl who was almost two years older than she, and perhaps she was. But at the moment it just felt like the right thing to say... and once again it worked. Maybe because she was so focused on Christy’s words, or perhaps she was letting herself be convinced, but Tina didn’t whine too much when Carly took her panties down to mid-thigh.

With a deep sigh and a slight rewarding smile to her daughter, the resolute mother gripped Tina around her waist and raised her hand. SMACK! it came down soundly, and many more followed after that, hard and rather fast.

“Ooooww!” Tina couldn’t help but whine.

It was true; she had been through a lot worse than this before being with the Brimleys. But still, it stung, and it wasn’t like she WANTED it for heaven’s sake! As the spanking continued, Tina’s struggles began again, and Christy held her tightly.

“Just a bit more,” she whispered, even if she had no idea how long her mother planned on going on. She knew that if she were in Tina’s position, the hand would still be just the beginning. But she wasn’t Tina, either. They had different needs and fears.

The girl’s over-reaction told Carly the very same thing. Her daughter would barely be whining by now, no matter how badly she’d feel over her misdeed. But this girl was crying and carrying on worse than Christy during a hairbrushing. Carly spanked on, peppering buttocks and sit-spots with her hardened palm, but immediately decided against using any implement.

Sure enough, less than two minutes later she let up and released her grip on Tina. The girl was sobbing hard and whimpering and looking at Chris for comfort.

“Tina, do you realize why you have been spanked?” Carly said, her voice raised to be heard over the girl’s crying.

Chris knew Tina needed to focus on her mother right now, not her, so she turned her head for the briefest moment until she heard her friend sob, “Yesssssss... Mrs. Brimley... yessss... pleassseee!...” Then Christy turned back toward Tina, a small, comforting smile plastered on her face, even though she was starting to focus on her own upcoming... and much worse... spanking.

“Good girl,” Carly said. “I am sorry this would be so hard on you, but I trust you understand it was done out of love... and that if it happens again, that will be out of love too, and not the beatings your father gave you. Okay?”

She worked Tina’s panties back up as she spoke, and at the same time, the girl freed herself from Christy’s grasp and jumped up. She buried her face in Carly’s chest and wailed.

“I’s sorreee... so sorryyy...!”

Chris was rather stunned to see that sort of affection, as was Carly, but of course the woman welcomed the girl with open arms. Christy felt good knowing that her friend was at least on the mend, if she was able to trust her spanker so impeccably. She hoped she’d be filled in on what happened once she left, but she knew she had to get going to her father.

“Ma-mama... Tina... I....” She gulped. “I have to go meet Daddy. I... I’ll see you later, Tina, k?”

“Nooooo!” Tina wailed. “N-no Chris! Mrs. Brimley, please! Christy doesn’t deserve a spanking, I... I...” But as she saw neither the mother, nor the daughter were replying, the teen hung her head and cried to herself. “I understand...” she whispered. “But I’m so sorry...”

Carly nodded and scooped her up on her lap, at the same time nodding to Christy to make her leave quickly, which, with a heavy heart, Chris did. For one, she simply didn’t want to leave Tina yet, but she knew she was in more than capable hands with Carly.

So, with her own head hanging and a hand rubbing at the seat of her pants, she made her way first to her mother’s closet, where the big, awful paddle was still ritually kept. She lifted it and again whimpered at its weight, then trudged back down to her father’s study. The door was already open, so she let herself in, making sure to close it behind her so Tina wouldn’t hear more than necessary.

Haley was waiting sitting on a chair in front of his desk. He had heard muffled cries coming from the girls’ room but of course hadn’t been able to make out the words, nor the dynamics. He simply accepted the heavy paddle from his daughter’s hands and placed it down on the floor, before welcoming the girl on his lap... in a sitting position, for once.

“Did it go well? I’m sure you’ve been good to her... right?”

Christy settled into her father’s warm embrace, rather surprised that he was actually taking the time before up-ending her on his lap, and glad to have a moment to talk.

“Yeah... I’m really glad I was there, Daddy. She... she would have fought it so much... Daddy... she’s so different. She was so frightened of even a little handspanking, which was all she even got! She personally didn’t need more, judging by her reaction, but... she’s so different now.”

He listened carefully to what she had to say, then nodded in approval. Somehow she always made him proud, no matter how much trouble she managed to get herself into; he just loved her like that. And his wife too... leave it to her to know how to handle such a thorny situation.

“That’s good to hear. And you? Do you understand why you’re in trouble? Damn, Chris, I haven’t spanked you in... three months?... why this now?”

Christy tensed with her father’s language and tone, and hung her head. It was true; she was doing a lot better than before. Call it growing up, but she was keeping clean. But she *was* still just fifteen, albeit not for much longer.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I didn’t mean for things to get out of hand...” She trembled slightly, knowing that the reduction in frequency of spankings was probably going to be made up for with one hum-dinger of one now.

“I believe you,” said Haley. “Nonetheless, they have, and you have been irresponsible. I’ll be very frank with you, Christine...” he said as he stood her up and silently pointed at her pants.

With a slight sigh Christy obediently unfastened the jeans and pulled them down and off past her socked feet, folding them and setting them aside. She played nervously with the waistband of her light pink briefs, all the while she listened to her father saying...

“Now that Tina is here, I want you to keep an eye on her. Don’t *ever* tell her I said this, but... she’s only older for the record. You’re wiser and more mature. You mustn’t get her in trouble. Quite the opposite. Can you do this for her, and for us?”

Chris swelled with pride, until she realized that she was the one who had really sabotaged her friend. With a sniffle she nodded. “Yessir,” she whimpered.

“That’s good to hear.” As he had done countless times in the past, Haley guided her across his lap and over she went obediently. “We really do love you, honey, and are expecting you to show your mature side even more now.”

A second later her panties were on the floor and Haley’s hand was coming down all over her backside as he spanked her like he’d always had: hard. At first Christy took it stoically, with barely a noise, but finally the sting became more constant. Now she could be heard whining with certain hard smacks, every once in a while an ‘ouch’ escaping her lips.

Even within three months she had slightly forgotten how much a spanking can sting. And Haley’s spankings stung pretty much. He made sure to paint an equally red pattern all over her nether cheeks, and down to her sit-spots and thighs too. He kept it up for quite a long time, not saying a word, just spanking hard.

Eventually the sting started to drive Christy crazy, and she started twisting on her father’s lap. “Daddeeeeeeee.... pleeeeease....” she wailed.

“I’m sorry, Christine Marie, but with being more mature come different responsibilities and different behavior. What you did simply is not acceptable.”

With that, he stopped, scooted Christy over to his left thigh only, and draped his right leg across the backs of hers. Then he circled her waist tightly and resumed with the same stinging pace.

“Nooooo!!! Dad... Daddy noooo not thaaat!” Oh how she hated being completely pinned down, unable to move away at all. She knew she deserved a spanking, and a harsh one at that, but still! “I’m sorreeeee!” she wailed as the harsh hand kept slamming down on her naked buttocks.

His hand fell down hard also on her unblemished, muscled dancer’s thighs. “You had been told... SMACK!!... and repeatedly... WHACK!!... not to use Aunt Faith’s make-up on the table.” He gripped her waist tighter and redoubled his efforts, still hitting the same targets up to a dozen times in a row before moving on, which made Chris literally squeal. “It’s going to cost us a fortune, Christine! What did you expect, to be given twenty bucks on top of it?” SMACK!!

“Ooooww!” she whimpered as the tender skin was assailed.

It still wasn’t the worst spanking in the world, but already it stung... although she knew before her father was finished with her it would hurt a lot worse. What hurt the most right now, though, was that she was costing her parents all this money, when they were already sacrificing so much for her this year, with the dance school and everything.

“I’m sorreeee! I ammm! Daddy!”

“I sure hope so,” he said icily as he spanked on.

He eventually slowed down the pace and delivered a dozen very hard smacks, six to each cheek, before stopping. Chris screeched again with this; her father’s hand, even without an implement in it, was punishing enough...

“For what concerns the table,” said Haley sternly, “you may as well forget your allowance from here to Christmas, young lady. Is that understood?”

With that he at least crushed her worries about financially not helping her family, but still, Chris sobbed with this realization. How was she supposed to do anything? Christmas was a long way away... she may as well be grounded until then!

But she certainly didn’t voice these annoyances, but instead whimpered out a small, “Yessir...”

Haley nodded. He released her legs and waist but left her doubled-over across his lap, letting her catch her breath before the paddling he had in store for her. As much as he sympathized – and he did, oh so much – he knew that spankings just had to be harder now, especially since they were so rare. To him and Carly, it meant that Christy was proving herself able to keep clean, and therefore stepping out of line was a more serious offence now, that had to be dealt with appropriately.

“I am glad, though, that you agree on your responsibilities with Tina,” he said, hoping that would comfort her a little, even as he stood her up and pointed at his desk.

It did, to some degree. Chris didn’t know that the man really had a worse paddling in mind for her now than he normally would have, but any paddling, especially with that thing, was positively awful! On trembling legs she minced over to the desk, panties still bundled around her knees, and steeling her nerves she went over the same wooden top that she had so many times before.

She much preferred her paddlings over the bed... they were more comfortable elsewhere on the body, but more than that, those spankings dealt with in the study could be counted on to be nasty.

Unbeknownst to her, Haley shared the same feeling. To sit on her bed, raise her nightgown and spank her at bedtime was somehow... natural? Spankings in his study, especially with implements, always seemed somewhat artificial even to him. On the other hand he realized that was also their value. Whenever he wanted to stress on the importance of one particular lesson, he merely had to impart it in there, and knew Chris would catch on quickly.

He picked up the sixteen-inches long, three inches wide, and half an inch thick wooden tool and walked up behind Christy. He placed the paddle blade on her bare red bottom and pressed down firmly on the small of her back to keep her in place.

“Hold on tightly to the other side, Chris...”

Christy whimpered as she realized she truly would have to restrain herself, but appreciated to the reminder to stay put, too. She adjusted her lithe body so she could tolerate the desk better and held onto the other side until her knuckles turned white.

“O-okay, Daddy,” she whispered as she waited tensely, tears trickling down her flushed cheeks.

Once again Haley admired her resolution. Few girls would have tolerated this, much less welcomed it, much less actually cherished it deep down, like he knew Christy did. He thought of the evil Mr. Holden and how he used to abuse Tina with a similar tool, and for a moment he was revolted and didn’t feel like starting. But then the difference between *that* and this struck him, and he found his courage again. He raised the paddle and brought it down across Christy’s slightly quavering bottom with a very resounding SPLATTT!!

“Oooowww!” the girl wailed, trying not to cry out TOO loud for fear of scaring Tina, but also in a world of physical pain. She panted against the pain, her toes curling in the thick burgundy-colored carpet of the study.

Unlike with other paddlings he’d given her, this time Haley swatted faster. As a result each swat was milder, but not by much. WHACK!!... SWATT!!... SPANK!!...... By the time he’d reached the sixth, barely ten seconds later, Christy’s bottom cheeks were the color of the carpet, and the girl was beyond caring who could hear her. She couldn’t recall her father having ever used this technique with such a tool before, and she was completely consumed by the pain.

“Ooowww...! nooooo!!” she wailed, digging into the hard wood of the desk to keep from reaching back and covering up. “Daddy I’m sorrreeee!”

But Haley continued, only shifting his target from time to time and letting the paddle visit the sit-spots and upper thighs of a now very well-marked Christy. “This was the last time I’ve seen you do something this silly, Christine Marie Brimley!” he scolded sternly as he paddled. “We are treating you more as a young adult and we expect you to conform yourself to that. That clear?”

SMACKK!! SMACKK!! SMACKK!! The paddle landed three consecutive times across both of her sit-spots, painting dark crimson blotches and making Chris yell.

“OOOOOWWWW!!” The girl howled and writhed, just managing to keep from reaching back. “Yeeeeeeesssss! Daddeeeeee!” she wailed. She *knew* they were treating her more like an adult... so how was it she was still screwing up so badly?

Not even he would have the answers to that. To his eyes, she was improving greatly and it did feel a little unfair to nip her few wrongdoings in the bud so strictly. But he was very convinced of his methods, and so far, they’d worked fine. Eventually though he slowed down a lot, switching back to one smack every five seconds or so... one hard smack, that is.

“So are you going to pay more and more attention to what you do, Christy?” The paddle dug cruelly into the girl’s thighs.

“AHHhhhhh!” the teen yelled loudly, not caring if the whole apartment complex could hear her. “Yeeessss... please... Puh... puh-leassse Daddy...”

“Good. And to Tina as well. You know how she looks up at you. You must be of example, Christy.” The paddle caught her cheeks again this time.

“Eeeeek! I will... I will!” The poor girl’s entire backside throbbed and stung mercilessly, and she wanted nothing more than to reach back to protect herself. But she did the best she could, staying as still as possible.

Haley rewarded her compliance with a few smacks less than he’d originally intended to give her. Still he rose the paddle and crashed it down hard across her sit-spots. Here she nearly screamed, and almost lost control of her hands. They were straining so hard they were shaking visibly.

He assessed the damage and was presented with the view of a thoroughly crimson, rather bruised backside; nothing more than what he’d given Chris on other occasions, but this was still one of the hardest spankings he’d ever delivered.

“That’s okay, honey... I believe you and am proud of you, believe it or not,” he cooed as he rubbed her back in circles.

Christy just lay on top of the wood desk, sobbing hard. Her father’s words were just barely registering in her mind, as all she could focus on was the constant pulsing of the blood in her swollen bottom and how she was ever going to sit again.

“N-no more... can’ take it... pl-pleeeassse...” she sobbed, although it was rather muffled as she was crying into her shirt-covered arms.

Very gently he kept rubbing her back, knowing that Christy would get up only when she’d feel like it (and after being given permission), so he didn’t push. He kept repeating the same words over and over again to make sure they were being received, and just stood like that with her still bent across the table for two, three, five minutes, and more.

It took the teenager a while to realize that the ordeal was, indeed, over. But even as no new pain was being inflicted on her, the slight numbing that had been triggered by the sound paddling slipped away. And while she had been slowly calming down, her sobs renewed a bit with this.

“Daddy...” she whimpered, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be held like a child much younger than herself.

Haley couldn’t know that but it showed in her eyes, and for once he did push it a little. He picked her up from the desk bodily – she might have been all grown up, but was still small and light for her age – and sat back down on the chair, having her sit on his lap but facing forward so there was no pressure on her backside or thighs.

Here he held her close as Christy just sobbed. She couldn’t really do much, but just needed the closeness and the comfort of her father at that moment. How long they stayed like that she would have no clue, but it took some time before the brunette was finally able to get her sobbing under control enough to whimper out a small, “I’m sorry, Daddy...” Tears and snot were still dripping down her face, making her look much younger than her fifteen years, but all of her attention was on her aching bottom and feelings.

Haley had lost count how many times he’d held her as she sobbed and sobbed and just waited for her to calm down. He was sometimes irritated at his helplessness, for all he could do was really just keep her close and whisper loving words in her ear... but rationally he knew that was his place, after the spanking, and so he just filled it.

“It’s okay. It’s over... now it’s up to you to learn a few valuable lessons from this,” he repeated as though that was the first time Chris was punished. “I love you Princess Chris, so much.”

She nodded just slightly as he mentioned having learned a few lessons... it was rather hard not to! And upon hearing her pet name she had fresh tears brimming under her eyelids. This time, though, they were happy ones. There was nothing between her and her father that a spanking could not fix, and once that was over, she almost felt closer to him than she did during ‘regular’ times.

She turned and whispered back, “I love you too, Daddy...”

He smiled gently at her and kissed her teary cheeks. Yet again her resolution to accept punishment and actually learn from it stunned him, and it made him proud of having her.

But just as he was handing her a tissue, he noticed that the door to his study was open... and that Tina was standing on the threshold, fists clenched tightly, red-faced and watching. How long she’d been there he wouldn’t know; she sure wasn’t when he’d taken Chris to the chair.

After a moment of surprise, he quietly said, “Tina... do you need anything, honey?”

Tina glared at Haley, but soon her gaze was drawn back down to Christy’s battered backside. “NOOOO! H-how... how COULD you? Chris... come on...”

Christy shook her head, even as she took the tissue her father had handed her and wiped her face. “T-tina... it’s alright...” she whispered, although it was rather hard to find convincing words.

It was hard for her father as well, as he hadn’t originally planned for Tina to be there in that frame. Slowly he eased his daughter off his lap and made sure she could stand by herself before getting up and looking at Tina. He didn’t move towards the door, though.

“Tin, honey, Christy has been spanked because of the table incident. You have been spanked too, right?” he said very cautiously.

Tina tensed until she was sure that wasn’t making a move at her as well, then found her guts to speak again. “Yeah... I was spanked... but... but not...but not beaten!” she spat out, glaring at the purplish bruises on Christy’s bottom and thighs.” She had slight tears coursing down her cheeks, both from fear and frustration.

Haley shook his head and took a deep breath. How could he possibly explain that there was a difference between this and Mr. Holden’s beating?

“Tina, I know what you’re thinking. That I’m just like your father and nothing has changed. But it has. Christy is used to a level of discipline that we are never, I mean ever, going to use on you.”

Just as he’d finished the sentence, Christy walked back to her father and just hugged him, hoping that spoke more than words to show Tina things were in fact different.

But Tina just shook her head more, utterly confused. How could Chris subject herself to a spanking like she’d just gotten, willingly to boot, and then go up to her father and... hug him? And wasn’t she being *held* earlier...?

“Christy... how... how can you...”

Chris gave her father another tight squeeze before going to her friend. Tears were spilling down her cheeks again, but she kept it up.

“Because... unlike your dad, Tina, my parents love me. Really... Th-they never go too far and... well... I mean... Tina... they’re always there for me afterward...”

Tina immediately objected, “But this IS too far, and... and...” but then, slowly, the true meaning of her friend’s words registered in her mind and she silenced herself.

Anyone who looked in Christy’s eyes could only see love and trust in her parents, a trust that went beyond the physical pain of a few hours and the obedient submission to fair and loving, however strict, punishment. That was something Tina couldn’t understand, but she was trying.

“I... I’m sorry...” she whispered. “Mr. Brimley, I’m sorry, I just... she...”

“What she said is right, Tina,” said Haley. “We love Christy to pieces. This is discipline, Tina. Severe, yes, but discipline. What your father did was random, loveless abuse where he’d just hit you with his every whim. Do you see the difference?” He approached slowly as he spoke.

“I...” Tina’s eyes darted nervously between father and daughter. “I... I think so,” she whispered nervously. “Not... not totally, I admit, but sorta... I guess...” she was fumbling with the words, knowing she was making very little sense but not quite caring.

Chris took her father’s approach a step further, quite literally, and made her way up to the girl. “I’m fine, Tina. I’m gonna be sore for a few days but it’s nothing a little time can’t heal. If I’d gotten the same thing from your dad I’d be trying to run away from here... but it wasn’t from someone like your dad... it... well... it was mine.”

Tina knew she shouldn’t have been saying it, but the words left her mouth before she could help it. “Lucky you to have a father who loves you...” When she realized what she’d just said, she burst out in fresh tears, hiding her face in her hands and looking at the floor.

For a minute Christy felt like she’d been slapped in the face, but quickly came to. “Tina... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean anything...” she whimpered as she went over, still bare from the waist down. Once at her friend’s side she reached her arms out and found herself enveloped in a strong hug.

Haley remained where he was instead, and said: “I do love Christy, but I love you too, Tina. I’m afraid I can’t be a father to you but as long as you’re here you are a part of our family... okay?”

Upon hearing Haley’s spiel, Tina detached slightly from Christy’s embrace. “Y-you love me?” she whispered, hardly able to believe it.

For a moment Haley could barely believe his ears. Had this kid never been told she was loved? Had she never been *shown* so? But then memories of Mr. Holden’s livid face, the broken paddle, Tina’s bottom almost bleeding... Christy’s fingers almost fractured... they came back, along with a rush of anger, and he shook his head.

“Of course I love you, silly girl. You’re a friend of my daughter’s and I’d like you to be a friend of mine too.” He extended his hand for her to take.

Tears immediately began spilling down Tina’s cheeks, and she nodded vigorously. Shakily at first she placed her hand in the larger man’s, grasping it tightly.

“Th-thank you,” she whispered, and for the first time she felt truly at home...

... although her mind was preoccupied by something, and neither Christy nor her father could know what the something was.

– 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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