Tina Holden-Brimley walked out of her Social Studies classroom with a worried frown on her face. That morning she’d had to walk to school by herself because Christy had accepted a lift from her friend Julie Kranz much earlier than usual – and of course, Tina hadn’t been invited to join.

Now the raven-haired, thin seventeen-year-old was positively sure Christy wouldn’t show up at their usual place where they’d spent recess together day after day since knowing each other. Sure enough, Christy didn’t. It was a Wednesday and they even had a class together that morning. Tina chewed nervously on her granola bar and waited, then waited some more… but no sign of Christy.

Finally the bell rang. The girl sighed and made her way to English with a heavy heart. The moment she entered the classroom, she saw Christy speak into her cell phone… surely to Julie, she mused to herself as she took her seat aside her best friend, half-sister. She didn’t look at her, though.

“Yeah… Julie, listen…” Christy was saying, “is cool… just walk by my desk… right hand corner… yes it’s done, I just printed it at the lab… told you I’d do it… no prob…”

With that she clicked the thing shut, pulling out a few sheets of typed paper and setting them on her desk. The name ‘Julie Kranz’ was typed on the heading. In doing so Chris suddenly saw Tina.

“Oh… hi!” she said brightly, and even tried to make small conversation… until she saw Julie enter, that is, and nodded to the corner of her desk.

Tina looked at the sheets first, then at the girl approaching, and scowled as she understood what was going on. She didn’t like this kind of thing and she hadn’t thought Christy would be so compliant to her friends’ requests of doing homework for them. So she turned the other way as Julie nonchalantly collected the sheets and she and Chris giggled.

Eventually she forced herself to look at Chris, but keeping a scowl on her face. She took out her books and handed Chris her granola bar.

“Bought this for you but you weren’t there.”

Chris sighed, but accepted the bar. “I… thanks… but Tina… I just need my space, ya know? You aren’t my only friend.”

With that she looked away by reaching into her bag to grab her own essay to turn in. The type style, page layout… all quite similar to the papers Julie had picked up on her way in.

Tina was hurt more than she’d let Christy know. For a moment she sank into her seat cross-armed with even a hint of pouting playing on her lips. She knew that, but it seemed like Julie was her only friend right now.

“Well I know but it’s like SHE is your only friend now,” she voiced her thoughts as she produced her own essay. It was the fruit of hours of hard work, with a few tips from Haley’s professional writing skills, yes, but Tina prided in having it done by herself, and had been praised from both parents for her efforts.

Neither girl noticed the teacher, Mrs. Bradford, walk in.

“She’s NOT my only friend, Tina, and you know it!” Chris spat. “Just because we spend some time alone together and do different stuff… Geesh! It’s not like you and I don’t do stuff.” She snapped a pencil out of the bag and assaulted it with her pencil sharpener.

“Yes but it’s hard to do stuff when you’re always on the phone with Julie and even doing her homework!” Tina flared up, realizing one second too late that she’d raised her voice more than what’s proper in a classroom… and that Mrs. Bradford was looking, and listening.

“Holden? Brimley? And… Kranz?” she raised an eyebrow at Julie too as the whole class went silent.

Chris gave Tina a death glare. “Now see what you did!” she hissed under her breath.

Taking a deep breath, and exchanging a worried glance with Julie, both girls gulped and answered almost in synch, “Y-yes, Mrs. Bradford?” Even as Chris sat there her bottom began to itch. She knew she couldn’t possibly get out of this without getting in trouble.

“Did I hear that right?”

The woman said as she walked to Christy’s desk. She took her essay and watched Tina cringe in her chair, now greatly regretting her outburst. Mrs. Bradford looked the sheets over for a minute before walking to Julie’s desk to get hers. The girl glared in Tina’s direction too but didn’t speak.

“They sure look alike. Is this true, Kranz?” she asked. Julie shrugged. “Brimley?”

Chris shuddered, one hand reaching beneath her to gently knead the flesh of her small bottom that, she just knew, would soon be tender. To the casual onlooker, nothing was amiss, but she and Tina exchanged glances and the other girl knew exactly what she had done.

Finally Chris simply turned back to the teacher and nodded, ever so slightly. “Y-yes… ma’am,” she finally whispered.

Tina certainly hadn’t missed her friend’s reaction, and gulped. She fought between her anger at seeing Chris hang out with Julie and a sense of guilt for having gotten them both in trouble.

“Well, that’s not good to hear,” said Mrs. Bradford. “Especially from you, Christy… You can forget your A average in my class, and if you do anything like this again, we’ll go talk to the VP.”

With that she retreated to her desk and scribbled something on the class register. “That’s an F for both of you, and detention, three days.”

Julie looked at Christy, hoping to commiserate with her, but the teen refused to meet her gaze. Instead she slumped in her seat, gulping and choking back tears, even though a few silent ones did fall. She could only imagine what her bottom was in store for. Her parents put up with nothing in school. An F was usually reason enough for a spanking. Now with detention too… Chris shivered.

The morning was a slow one, and Chris avoided both Tina and Julie the entire time, but finally the day was over and she was on the bus to go home. Tina was already there, up front, and as Chris passed her she hissed… “Dad’s gonna kill me and it’s all your fault.”

She knew that with Tina’s history that would hurt her greatly, and it did, though the girl still found it in her to say: “Well you shouldn’t have done it to begin with, I hope your Dad blisters your butt so hard you can’t sit…” but even as she said that, she had tears rolling down her face. She knew it was her fault, partly anyway, without Chris repeating it.

Christy had shuddered visibly at the mention of a blistered bottom. She sat well away from Tina, knowing this would be her last time sitting comfortably for a very long time if she knew her parents, and cried softly to herself all the way home.

Eventually the bus dropped them off and in they walked, again without speaking or even looking at each other. Christy headed immediately to Haley’s study, not wanting to put off the inevitable any longer. She knocked hesitantly, waiting for the signal to enter.

“Come in,” said the man, and looked up from his desk as he saw Chris enter. It had been a long working morning and he’d missed his princess, but his cheerful look vanished as soon as he saw her head hanging. “Well, good afternoon… what’s the matter, Christy?”

“I… Daddy, I… got in trouble in school…”

Finally, in the ‘safety’ of her father’s study, she began sobbing. She desperately needed a hug, even though she knew those same arms would soon be used to wallop her butt. She couldn’t speak, but just stood there crying, the pressure of the whole day finally weighing on her.

Haley stood and took off his glasses. He looked at his daughter in silence for a few minutes before walking to her. He looked unimpressed from her crying, but it was merely a façade. He took the guest chair out from under the desk and sat, as though he was about to just spank her.

“Come here, Christine, and tell me what this is all about…” he said, not angrily, but firmly.

Shuddering especially from seeing the chair come out, the teen finally managed to mince to him.

“I… kinda did Julie’s paper for her… and Tina was angry I was spending so much time with Julie and yelled it out and Mrs. Bradford heard… and… I kinda failed my essay… too… b-because of that… and got… three days detention.”

The first portion of this came out in a rush, just trying to get it out, but when it came to what her in-school punishment was she slowed down tremendously, almost whispering. She was still crying softly and while her right arm hugged herself, the left was reaching back as if to protect herself.

Haley’s heart literally broke. He tried not to show his disappointment too much, though he wasn’t sure he was making a good job of it. “I understand,” he said. “I’ll speak to Tina later. Did you confess when faced with it, or did you try and lie your way out of it? The truth, Christine Marie. You’re in enough sh… trouble, as it is.”

Christy gulped, but shook her head. “Daddy, I swear… I told the truth… please…” She began worrying that her father wasn’t going to believe her.

“Very well. That’s very important. As I said, though, you’re still in big trouble.” He reached over to unbutton Christy’s pants and opened them in the front, making her whimper. “And I’ll talk to you and Tina about this fight… I am extremely disappointed, after I’d asked you to be responsible.”

Christy whined but didn’t fight her father’s movements to disrobe her. But what hurt was that her father didn’t think she was being responsible. But it was so hard! She was doing better than even a year ago, but Tina was just practically shadowing her!

Still, Chris kept her mouth shut, just nodding her head to acknowledge that she knew she was in trouble, even as Haley pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles and ordered her to step out of them, which she did compliantly.

Then he grabbed her elbow and upended her none-too-gently over his lap. Her white cotton briefs made the same trip down her legs and Christy shuddered as she looked at the carpet yet again, her quivering bare bottom upraised and ready for the hard smacking coming its way.

Haley started to spank right away, almost full-force from the start. He sighed to himself as his hand crashed down, and hoped things were easier on his girl… girls.

Christy yelped slightly with these much harder than normal smacks… for a warm-up anyway. And somehow, as she lay there, her anger toward Tina started to build again. But she kept her mouth shut and just lay there as her bottom was rapidly pinked, with only the occasional yelp making its way out.

Her father couldn’t know what went around in his daughter’s head, though he did sense her body tense more than what’s usual during a spanking. His way to try and ‘relax’ her was to keep spanking hard. Soon the teen’s bare backside was shining a bright pink and she was yelping softly.

“This is the second time in two weeks I’ve had to spank you. Are you going to keep this up, Christy?” His large hand assaulted her sit-spots too.

“Ouch! No… I won’t… Daddy… no…” Chris moaned and whimpered as the sting began to build in that oh-so-tender region.

Haley didn’t reply, just kept on spanking. He wondered whether he should give Christy the hairbrush or not. That was the norm for an F in school, but he felt that getting to the bottom of this fight with Tina was more important for now. So, after another two minutes of continued spanking, he stopped, his own hand sore. Christy was barely shedding any tears. Her bum was smarting, but it was nothing major. She tensed, waiting for her father to pick up some instrument; after all, with an F and three detentions, she knew she was doomed to at least a few rounds with the big wooden hairbrush that never failed to make a scarlet red, bruising impression on her little bottom.

But that didn’t happen, as eventually Haley let his daughter up. He pulled up her panties and stared into her eyes.

“Christine, I really want to get to the bottom of your fight with Tina. We may have to finish this discussion later. Please go get her now.”

Christy’s eyes opened rather wide. What did Tina have anything to do with her spanking and what she got or not. “Fine…” she said softly, wanting so bad to add something and smart him off but knowing so much better than to that right now.

Finally, still in T-shirt and socks and panties, she opened the door and walked out about six steps into the hallway… where she met Tina.

“You! YOU WERE LISTENING!” she practically screamed. “Just getting me in trouble and knowing I was gonna get it wasn’t enough for you?” she accused, her words dripping with venom.

Tina’s mouth gaped open in shock. True, she had been going back and forth from their room to the kitchen more than what was necessary, but just so she could make sure Chris was alright. But right now she felt all the hurt and all the anger come back to her violently.

“Was not! And I didn’t get you in trouble, you did it all by herself cuz you’re dishonest!”

The moment Haley heard all the commotion he rushed into the hallway, and so did Carly from her own study.

“Girls!” “Cut it off, both of you!” the parents yelled.

But Chris ignored both adults. “SO? I wouldn’a gotten caught! I bet you did it on purpose! You’re so freaking jealous that I have other friends and you don’t!” Christy’s hands were balled into tight fists.

“Christy, Tina, I said stop!” said Carly, vainly trying to restrain the girl closest to her, as did Haley with the other.

But Tina gritted her teeth angrily. She freed herself and grabbed Christy’s shoulder, shoving her hard. “I DO have other friends!” she lied, “and anyway sisters are supposed to be there for each other and you’re not!!”

“Yeah? Well YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER! OR DID YOU FORGET THAT?” Christy screamed, trying vainly to get out of Haley’s ever-tightening grasp, which was the only thing keeping her from bodily going after Tina herself.

Tina froze and looked at Christy in shock. Silence fell in the corridor and she too was at a loss for words. She just looked on, hurt and suddenly feeling rejected all over again. She had no business being there, after all, did she? Christy was right. They weren’t sisters, and it looked as though they’d never be. Suddenly the brunette regained her strength and burst into fresh tears.

“Well then BYE! I hate you, I fuckin’ hate y’all! You’re no different than my father!!”

She shoved Carly out of the way, ran to the foyer and grabbed her backpack. Haley yelled after her, but before they could do anything she was out the door, her anguished cries dying down in the distance. Haley swore under his breath and literally pushed his daughter in her mother’s arms.

“You better hope she doesn’t get hurt,” he said threateningly, then grabbed the car keys and stormed out.

Christy herself was in shock, suddenly realizing the depth of what she had done. “M-Mama?” was all she could get out. Tears silently coursed down her cheeks and she was trembling, both from the exertion of the past few minutes, and out of sudden fear for both her and her friend.

But Carly, quite scared herself, was not in the mood to be compassionate. “You go to your room and stay there until you’re called out.” She reinforced the message with a hard smack to Christy’s bottom that made her howl.

Then she ran, sobbing, to her room, and slammed the door. She curled up on her bed crying with the dog stuffed animal Smidge, and looked around her room. It was almost more than she could take. Everywhere there were signs of Tina. Her clothes, books, her mother’s hairbrush… How long she lay like that she wouldn’t know, but finally she fell into a fitful sleep. It was one full of nightmares, all ending with Tina getting hurt or even killed, or worse, her doing it to herself.

It was a few minutes past nine in the evening when Haley walked back home, his hair untidy, his white shirt covered in sweat, and a grim expression on his face. Carly and Aunt Faith didn’t need to ask how it had gone, but they did anyway, and he reported how he’d looked Tina her for hours, first where the girls used to hang out most often, and then at random until he was lost in that big mess that is NYC and had to ride a taxi home.

“I’m calling the office,” said Aunt Faith. “I know a few people at NYPD that will look for her before twenty-four hours are up.”

Haley nodded and thanked her, then asked where Christy was.

“In her room,” said Carly. “She cried herself to sleep. I’m so angry, with Tina too, but Chris…”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be dealt with very severely,” Haley said, making even Carly shiver a bit. She nodded though, and followed him to the girl’s bedroom and in they walked together.

Christy was sleeping so fitfully she heard the sound of the door opening and her parents footsteps. Stirring, she immediately asked, “D-daddy? Did you…?” Tears were streaming down the poor teen’s face and she was shaking again. She was still in her jeans and blouse, her tennies kicked off. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes imploring her father.

“No, I didn’t. She’s gone God knows where.” Haley replied, and that was all he’d say.

Christy sobbed hard with this unwelcome news and buried her face in her hands.

“I’ve tried calling her cell but it’s not responding,” said Haley. “Do you know if she even had it with her?” All the while Carly stood cross-armed by the door, looking back and forth from her husband to her daughter.

“I… yeah, she did… it’s charged and in her book bag which she took,” Christy whimpered, beginning to worry even more for her friend if it was even possible.

“Well then perhaps she’ll turn it on sooner or later,” said Carly. “I’ll be calling from mine every other minute.” She turned around and left the room, not looking at Christy.

“Daddy… I…” she whimpered, at a loss for words.

But all Haley returned was a sad look. He was beyond angry: he was defeated. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be very firm with her, though.

“I… Chris… I really don’t know what went through her mind, but I’m sure she’ll be alright, you’ll see. It’s just a moment of foolishness.” Then he took a deep breath. “And as for you… well, I need a shower. Meet us in the living room in half an hour. You can keep your blouse on if you like. Carry the implement of your choice. Understand?” He said all this dully, his eyes tearing into hers.

Christy whimpered and looked at her father rather oddly. They never gave her choice of implements. Sullenly she nodded, though, and as soon as her father was gone she sat up in bed, thinking. She felt worse about this than anything she had before in her almost sixteen years on the planet, and that was saying something. Deep down, she knew what she needed, but it scared her beyond belief. Many times she thought she’d change it to the paddle… or… something… but she did not.

So, as the half-hour mark finally hit, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding the panties off with them. She gently rubbed her bottom but there was no mark left of the previous hand-spanking. Her father had said nothing about socks, but for good measure she slipped off the My Little Pony patterned pieces of cloth too and made her way to the rest of her family, naked if not for the small blouse… and carrying nothing in her hands.

As soon as she stepped in the living room she was confronted with all three adults. Haley was standing cross-armed by the window, as if gazing at New York’s skyline in hopes of spotting Tina. Carly and Faith were sitting on armchairs with phones in their hands, that they dropped upon seeing Christy. When Haley turned around, he raised an eyebrow.

“Where is your implement, Christine?”

“Just a sec,” said Aunt Faith. “The Police are already looking for Tina. Just so you know, Chris.”

Chris gave a tiny smile of relief at her aunt’s words. “Th-thanks, Aunt Faith,” she whispered, her fingers messing with the hem of her shirt. Finally she looked up at her father, tears pouring from her eyes. “I… D-daddy… you…” she sobbed, here, barely able to continue. “You’re-wearing-it,” she sobbed all at once before she could change her mind, while pointing at the man’s waist.

Again there was silence as everyone just looked at her. Then slowly Haley made his way over to his daughter and stood before her petite form, placing one big hand on her shaking shoulder.

“Christy … are you serious?” he asked, dropping his firm demeanor for a moment. “Are you choosing to be whipped?” His other hand touched the golden belt buckle as he spoke.

Christy flinched, but nodded. She wanted to say how bad she felt, how it was all her fault and she knew it, but she was sobbing too hard to get a single word of it out. She just prayed he would understand her choosing that thing as being representative of just how awful she felt… and indeed he did. For she to even suggest the belt, she must have been feeling absolutely horrible. Haley did not think it was *all* Christy’s fault, but most of it, yes. And if ever Tina made it back home safe and sound… he shuddered at the mere thought that she mightn’t… he would face her with the same sternness. But right now he just nodded at his daughter.

“I see,” he said, then slowly unbuckled his thick brown belt and pulled it from its loops, making Chris shudder as she watched and heard the leather snaking like a serpent.

“Bend over the back of the couch, Christy.”

The young girl nodded. Sobbing all the while she went and bent over the piece of furniture where her mother was sitting, her bottom jutting up high for her father. She was shaking so much she didn’t know how she’d hold on, but prayed that she could. Her mother didn’t hold her hands just yet, though she did sit where Christy could see. She was still angry and disappointed but there was no reason for both parents to give her the cold shoulder right now.

Meanwhile Haley moved behind his daughter and measured the distance from her bare, quavering backside. Soon he was raising the dreaded instrument and bringing it down in a swift arc across Christy’s full cheeks, until it landed with a loud CRACK!! sound.

“Aiiiieeee!” Chris screamed, partially from the searing pain, partially from the shock and fear.

There she was again. Almost two years had passed since that day on the cruise ship Annabel Lee, when her father had last whipped her, and it had been such a hard belting even *he* had agreed to never do it again. And now her bottom was once again presented obscenely high, once again on the receiving end of the snakelike tool, the leather once again striping her with its characteristic sound and feel that made her shiver to the very core. And worst of all, she’d bestowed this upon herself. So her hands clutched the seat before her, her eyes squeezed shut as she just sobbed.

On his end, Haley too had forgotten how intensely Chris reacted to beltings. Her small body gyrated and trembled, even that one squeal sounded different than any other cry of protest she’d make when spanked or paddled.

He could tell right away he wasn’t going to enjoy this either, but he kept it up, his resolution and leftover anger and worry for Tina guiding his arm. He landed the lashes three or four seconds apart, spacing them out on Christy’s bottom, and making them all hard. With each lash the girl would cry out in a howl. She knew her father wouldn’t give her more than she needed or deserved, but it still scared her to be at the mercy of that nasty tool. Her trembling hands gripped the sofa so hard that one finger poked a small hole in the upholstery of the cushion, but the teen was beyond caring.

Haley turned a deaf ear to her screamed protests and continued to whip her, not as soundly as he could, but almost. Fourteen bright red, crisscrossed stripes had already fallen on the teen’s small bottom before Haley moved his attention to the sit-spots. The hardened leather dug cruelly at the base of the girl’s buttocks, bruising the flesh, welting the skin, and echoing throughout the room.

Chris had held on as long as she could, knowing she needed this so badly, but finally with this assault to her tender sit-spots, she lost control of her hands. Both reached back, trembling visibly.

“Daddeeee nooooo!” she wailed pitifully.

Haley closed his eyes for a moment and truly wished she hadn’t done that. He took a deep breath before telling her off, and when he did…

“Christine Marie, hands away right now!” he bellowed, making her flinch.

From the couch where she sat, Carly simply grabbed her daughter’s arms and pulled them to her.

“Come, now, Chris, obey your father. Here, I’ll help you…”

Christy simply let her, glad her mother was moved enough to help her through this ordeal. She barely nodded as her mother shifted on the couch so she could sit more comfortably and hold her daughter’s hands. That’s when Haley placed his own hand on the small of Chris’ back and resumed the belting, and again he didn’t go easy on her. He strapped her thoroughly from the crowns of her bottom cheeks to halfway down her thighs. Another twenty lashes later she was bawling, but he carried on just as severely as he scolded her.

“I thought we’d just talked about your responsibility… SMACK!!… about yourself and about Tina… CRACK!!… and now this… WHACK!!…”

“Ooooowwwww! Sorrreeeeee!!” Chris wailed at the top of her lungs.

The good thing about a paddling was it didn’t take many strokes before you were bruised all over. That was what had Chris so scared to begin with on the Annabel Lee. And between the god-awful pain and fear of the belt and how long it could possibly go on, as well as the aching pain in her heart from her father’s words and her own actions, Chris could hardly stand it. She did try and take the pain as well as possible, but it was impossible not to try and move.

But Haley had no intention to make this such a long belting like that on the cruise ship. He knew the message was being delivered and very swiftly, so he circled Christy’s waist at the first hint of squirming before resuming at a steady pace.

“Can you imagine how sorry you’ll be if something happens to Tina?… CRACK!!… I think she’ll be okay, but not thanks to you!… WHACK!!… Remember this when you sit this week. Do you understand, Christine Marie?” WHACK!!

Christy’s heart panged, and at first that hurt worse than even the awful smacks. Without waiting for an answer, he gripped her tighter and redoubled his efforts; he really laid into her as Carly held her wrists and flinched, herself, from the ferocity of the whipping.

As he truly let her have it Christy lay there in agony, screaming, straining against both parents’ restraints, though getting nowhere, of course. The pain was so horrific! But then again, it was also the mindset she was in to make her suffer so much. Even by her standards this was not a particularly hard punishment… hard, yes, but nothing she couldn’t bear. Yet the thought of the leather belt was making her carry on so much she was ashamed of herself.

She really should have bore with this better. This *was* better than on the cruise ship. She’d chosen it herself, she was doing it for Tina and to assuage her own tremendous, heartbreaking guilt. Even amidst the pain and the screaming, something clicked in her mind that this spanking was fair and that she could take it. It took her a while, as she was so frightened even now, but she finally lay there, accepting the blows with a lighter heart, though her wails never once died down.

What with her loud response and the purplish hue in her nether regions, Haley knew it was time to stop. The final hint was her going limp, giving up the fight, and he knew he’d broken her will.

Three loud lashes later he stopped.

Christy’s ongoing yells were the only sound to fill the room as Haley put his belt back on and wiped sweat from his forehead. Carly comforted her child with soothing words right into her ear, hoping she could hear her, and trying to reassure her on Tina’s fate. Christy knew her mother was talking to her but was too beside herself to really listen.

It was nigh on two minutes before the teen’s shrieks reduced themselves to constant, heavy sobbing, where she at last could manage to blubber out single words.

“S-sorreee… p-pleeeasse… Mama…”

“Shh, it’s okay…” Carly crooned. “I’m here, we’re all here… and Tina’s going to be okay despite… well, despite everything.”

She kissed Christy’s soft hazel hair and damp forehead as she spoke. This time, instead of shying away like on the cruise ship, Haley sat on the couch and comforted her too, and so did Aunt Faith. Neither adult thought about pulling Chris up to her feet, and in every other frame this would have been comical… but there and then, no one was even remotely thinking about laughing.

It almost caused Christy’s crying to escalate, knowing her whole family was there to support her and still loved her despite everything. And she really didn’t even care if she was still doubled-over; she was in too much pain and in too much turmoil to care.

It took her a long, long time. The clock ticked, the girl cried and cried, the adults spoke soothingly in her ears, petting her hair and back sweetly.

Many long minutes passed before Christy’s exhausted form started to calm down from the constant, gut-wrenching sobs, although the tears still flowed. Her entire bottom and thighs pulsated and ached, but her heart did more. She felt better; she knew she was punished.

But the fact remained that Tina was missing.

“It… it’s all my fault,” Chris whispered, finally able to voice the feelings that were hurting so.

“No, no it isn’t,” Haley voiced his own thoughts. “You have been the cause, but Tina chose to do something very childish and reckless.”

“You’ll see she’ll be back safe and sound, honey,” Aunt Faith cooed.

The girl hung her nodding head and just prayed they were right.

“Can we trust you to never do anything like this again, though?” said Carly. “You know you’re supposed to treat her in a certain way, especially when she’s upset… okay Chris? Please…”

Chris closed her eyes in anguish as she listened to her mother. “I… I know… I wiiilll!” the teen sobbed in response. “I’m so sorreeee…”

“We know, honey…” said Haley, “and while I sympathize with you, I’m also glad you’re sorry. I want you to remember this evening for a long time, because there will not be other whippings.”

Christy shuddered. There was no way she could forget this night, just like she wouldn’t forget the Annabel Lee. Only this time, she knew she deserved every last lash… and the instrument. Still, she couldn’t agree more to never being subjected to the belt again.

“I… I will, Daddy,” she whimpered.

Eventually her mother gently helped the distraught teen up from her undignified position. This time it was her father to carry her to her bedroom, where he placed her lithe, almost naked, still slightly shaking dancer’s body face-down on top of the sheets, knowing she wouldn’t want any chafing the swollen flesh of her punished backside.

“We promise to wake you up if we have news,” said Haley.

Christy nodded. “P-please do, Daddy,” she whispered. Just as he had almost left the door, she added in a slightly strained voice, “Th-thank you.”

“I love you honey.”

As God-awful as it had been, she knew that was what was needed this time, and she’d been worried he’d keep his promise never to use the belt on her again and ignore even her request. For a split second he had been about to, but Haley didn’t voice these thoughts. He stood by the door and just looked at his daughter for a minute, then said goodnight again and repeated that he loved her. But Chris didn’t reply, as she was already fast asleep, clutching her stuffed moose Cocoa.

When Haley was back in the living room, he found Faith on the phone again, trying to call Tina’s cell phone. He walked to the kitchen to meet his wife making coffee. Carly turned around and hugged him, and couldn’t hold back the tears. For that matter, neither could he.

“She’ll be okay…” he whispered, more to himself than to her. “They both will be…”

Carly just nodded on his shoulder. But it would be a long night.

– 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.