Friday morning, around nine-thirty. Christy was with her two closest friends, Beth and Anthony, right before their school-oriented dance group that preached peace and goodwill went on to perform. They were being hosted by a nursing home, not just any nursing home though. but their school’s biggest financer: Rosemead. While waiting to be called on-stage, the kids in Christy’s dance class were hanging around in a waiting room, some sitting on armchairs, some on the ground, some walking around looking at the pictures on the wall. On the other side of the room, some Rosemead guests were sitting too, chatting quietly, mostly in silence.

One of the elderly ladies in particular caught the young Brimley’s eye. Quietly, she motioned to her two friends, and pointed out the woman, who was tall, thin, had far too much make-up plastered on her withdrawn face, and such hollows under her eyes she looked a skeleton. A pale ghost in shape of a skeleton woman was the image that stormed through Christy’s mind.

“Psst! You guys!” she whispered. “Doesn’t she look like she’s already dead?”

Both Beth and Anthony could hardly repress a giggle, that the lady probably didn’t notice anyway, but which was quite audible to the others.

“Yeah you got that right Chris,” said Anthony. “She’s so pale they’re gonna mistake her for a corpse.”

Beth snickered like mad too, holding on to her friend and trying to be silent and hide her face. “I wonder if they make coffins in the adjacent workshop,” she said, creating another wave of giggles from an enthusiastic Christy.

Meanwhile, Haley had just arrived and was walking towards his daughter when he had heard that rude comment, and had stopped dead in his tracks. Waiting behind a column, unseen to Christy, Beth and Anthony, he listened in. The lady did in fact look quite pale and everything, yes, and he understood that to three teenagers’ eyes she must have looked rather amusing, but he could hardly believe that his daughter could say such a thing! – and have so much fun at her friends’ equally disrespectful comments.

Christy, not having seen her father, went on and elbowed a few of the other dancers standing quite close to her and repeated the same thing over and over again. They began giggling too, and were soon passing on the message to the rest of the troupe. Before long the kids were pointing between that elderly woman (who, as luck would have it, was actually in charge of the entertainment committee there at the home) and the luckless Christy. The teen was eating up the attention, though, since usually she was scorned by a lot of the fellow dancers, and kept the joking up. None of them noticed when the lady frowned and left the room; they were too much on a one-track-mind to care.

Haley couldn’t help but shake his head and take a deep breath to calm down as he witnessed all of that. There was simply no excuse for making fun of a lady in a nursing home, no matter how ‘original’ she looked, and he was most disappointed in Christy. He thought he had taught her better respect than that – and probably had, but as everyone knows, the “group effect” can affect even those who, individually, are good and polite. He glanced at the clock: the performance was scheduled to commence in five minutes, and there was just no point making a scene right there and then, so Haley quietly walked to the audience entrance of the very small built-in auditorium (actually just a room with chairs and a stand) and he took his seat, thinking about how he’d have to deal with Christy as soon as they got home, that evening.

The performance went without a hitch. Christy saw her father in the audience and felt nothing but joy, knowing that he was there. She suspected nothing of him having overheard what had gone on earlier that afternoon. Unfortunately, due to scheduling she didn’t get to see him before being loaded back onto the bus for school, and all they could do was exchanging a little smile across the crowd – his had been rather cold. The rest of the day dragged on as she waited to be able to go home. She couldn’t wait to find out what her father had thought of their performance. Finally the bell had rung, and she ran the distance from the school to the home she shared with her parents. She was pleased to see by the fact the car was in the garage that her father was home, and she quickly made her way to the study.

“Hey, Daddy!” she called out. “I’m home!”

Haley had returned home after the performance not later than a hour earlier, and he had just started to work on the computer in his study when he heard Christy enter the house, acting like a storm in summer: slamming the door, leaving jacket and bag on the floor near the bench in the foyer (why not ON the bench??), something that always made him smile. She was so energetic and lively! But on this day, given the circumstances, he wasn’t so happy to hear her “hey Daddy!” after all.

When the lean, brown-haired and rather petite fourteen-year-old appeared on the door of his study, he smiled at her and said: “Good performance, congratulations,” but couldn’t help but sounding a bit cold, detached, as he said so.

Christy totally missed the tone her father had used, but instead piped up: “Thanks, Daddy! I was so surprised to see you there today!”

She ran up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, just to be stunned at his coldness when it came to returning her affection. Hearing her so cheerful was, if possible, even worse, because it meant she didn’t have the faintest clue about what she had done. Haley did return her kiss, but really didn’t feel like being very affectionate, and instead looked at Christy with a serious face.

“Anything else you need to tell me about the nursing home? Everything smooth? You and your classmates been quiet?” he asked.

Christy looked at her father in puzzlement. There was no way that he had overheard that one comment she had made at the nursing home, was there? And it wasn’t even that big of a deal. Surely that wasn’t what he was so hung up about...

“Uh, no Daddy!” she replied. “Everything went fine. Why do you ask?”

“I ask,” said Haley as he shifted on his armchair, still looking at her with an inquisitive look, “because I think there’s been some commotion between you, your friends and a guest of the nursing home. Would I be wrong in assuming that? Are you sure nothing happened?” He was giving her at least the benefit of doubt... perhaps she really didn’t remember that.

Now Christy was beginning to panic. How had her father heard about that? “Uh... well... Daddy, I wouldn’t exactly call it a commotionnn... I was just kidding around with a couple of my friends, but nothing truly bad.”

She did remember, so, and she was trying to lie her way out of it. Haley felt even more disappointed at that, and he shook his head. “Since you’re not sure as to how to call that, I’ll give you a hint... I call that merciless teasing. I heard everything, Christine Marie, and you’d better tell me the whole truth right now. No more lies from that mouth of yours,” he said, waggling a finger at her.

Christy looked at her father in bewilderment. She honestly didn’t consider what she had said a lie... but if that was how her father wanted to play the game, she knew better than to try and change the rules. She sighed, then said:

“I didn’t mean to be ‘merciless’ or anything Daddy.... I just made one joke. It got out of hand, I’ll admit... and I didn’t exactly try to stop it... but it felt good to have the kids in that group actually thinking I could be cool or funny. Most of the people in there hate me, so when they thought something I had said was funny, and they gave me credit, I got a little swept up in things. It’s not like she heard us, anyway, you know.”

Somehow, Haley was always amazed at how a teenager’s logic worked; things in Christy’s mind were never ‘really bad’, or ‘totally wrong’... she always let herself off way too easy for his taste, always relying her actions on someone else’s reaction to them, or vice-versa. He wondered why it always took a punishment for her to accept responsibilities and consequences for her choices.

“I understand,” he said, “and not only you didn’t stop it, but you spread the rumour as much as you could. I saw how you made sure you’d told just anyone. And don’t think she didn’t hear you, because, as a matter of fact, she did, and was not happy about it. Not that this matters, anyway. It would have been bad enough without her hearing.”

Christy just did not understand it this time. “Daddy, you’re making way too big a deal out of this! I’m sorry she heard, but one little comment?” She shook her head, completely not understanding the gravity of her actions, this time.

“I am making too big of a deal, Christy?” he repeated, pointing at his chest, eyes wide and not believing his ears. “It’s not one little comment, it’s plain disrespect towards someone who is older than you and is ill and lives at the best of her possibilities. Just one little comment now, and what will it be tomorrow, hmm? Maybe more threatening like you did at the centre last month?”

Christy opened her mouth and then shut it. In her mind this was nothing even comparable to that incident! “Daddy... I...” she stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t ‘daddy’ me, Chris,” Haley said, shaking his head. “You don’t really realise the entity of what you did, do you? Where’s your respect for older people? And since when have you become so keen to pleasing others even when it goes against your morals? Have you thought about that?”

Chris was in such shock she had no idea what to say. Finally, after gathering her thoughts, she was able to choke out something: “Daddy, you just don’t know what it’s like to be scorned, do you? ‘Cuz if you did, you wouldn’t be on me like this! If I can find something to make me liked for even thirty minutes, I relish it and I DO it! I’m sorry if I hurt that lady’s feelings and all but it doesn’t go against my morals to make me liked! I have grown up being despised, Dad, can’t you see that maybe my morals are just changing?”

By this time her voice was raised, a couple of tears stained her flushed cheeks already, and she had her arms crossed meaningfully. She realized she was in trouble, although it was true she felt little remorse for what she had done. In her mind, it was her father who was wrong about this, not her.

On the other hand, Haley was just as shocked. He crossed his arms too and looked up at her. “So you’re ready to do whatever is needed in order to make others like you? Is this what you are saying?” He stood from his armchair, now towering over her. “Chris, I’m not worried about this one episode, I’m worried about the idea it will give you of what you can or cannot to. I really can’t believe that this is what I’ve been teaching you all these years!” he said, almost yelling himself now.

Christy looked at him, slightly afraid, but feeling like she just needed to stand up for herself. “W-who said this was what you’ve been teaching me, Dad?” she whispered almost inaudibly. “It just seems that what you have taught me doesn’t work in real life.” After saying this she shrank back, backing away with tiny steps from her intimidating father.

“Oh doesn’t it...” he said, now almost whispering, himself. He shook his head in silence, not finding any more words to express his discomfort and disappointment, then sank back into the armchair. He just looked at her straight in the eye, his expression no longer firm now, but rather disillusioned, if not even hurt.

The young girl just stared in shock. The ominous explosion she was expecting wasn’t coming. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, or at least not like this. “Daddy... it... it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good dad.” By this time she was sobbing. “It just means I don’t feel you’re right on this one. Please, Daddy... understand!” With this said, she clutched onto herself, sobbing her heart out. She really didn’t agree with this one theory, but the look of hurt she saw plastered on his face was killing her.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Haley reached for her shaking frame and hugged her back, feebly, patting her back. “Don’t think I don’t understand your reasons, Christy,” he said, trying to explain the best way he could that he wasn’t being ‘just an old dinosaur not understanding of nowadays youth’. “I know that it was fun and everything and all, but... you need to know that to do something just because it makes you look popular is never good enough a reason. You say you feel scorned? How do you think that lady will feel? And the others you and your mates will laugh at?”. He paused for a second, hearing her sobs, and then dropped the bomb: “I’m really very disappointed, Chris.”

Chris’ sobs, if possible, went up a notch here. It helped to know that he understood somewhat what she was going through, but she just hated disappointing her father. They were so close that to do anything to their relationship hurt her more than anything ever could, including a spanking.

“I...I... I’m s-s-sory...” She just stood there, clutching herself, wanting no more than a little reassurance from her father, but not knowing if it was there anymore to give.

Haley kissed the top of her head, feeling that after all some of that reassurance was needed, though he was not going to show too much of it. He knew (or imagined) how Christy must have been feeling in that frame: that very will to please those she loved, and he and her mother were on top of that list, was now crunching her heart. He wondered why this girl couldn’t just live on her own expectations and judgements rather than on others’, and the thought made him sad – again.

“I sure hope you are sorry,” he said in a low voice, almost a whisper, “because I’m going to punish you for what you did, do you realise that?”

Her stomach did a flip flop at those last words, but she figured she deserved it. And if it meant getting her relationship back with her father, it would be more than worth it. At least he still had enough affection to give her that little kiss. It gave her enough hope and courage to face the music. Finally she managed to squeak out a pathetic little “yes sir.”

As soon as he heard those words of acceptance, Haley detached from her and kissed Christy’s forehead. “You know I always love you, don’t you?” he said softly. “You have disappointed me, and you’re going to be punished for what you did, but your mother and I always love you more than anything in the world.” He had no problem saying that, since it was true in every word. It hurt him to even think that she might grow up a ‘bad person’. “Go get the hairbrush, Christy. I will be here.”

The young teen warmed up to his praise, that is, until she was instructed to get the dreaded hairbrush. Fear gripped her very being, and she froze for a second. She looked into her father’s eyes, however, and saw nothing but determination backed by love, so she took a deep breath and headed upstairs to the bathroom. There were two brushes in the house that were used for spanking, but she had the feeling she knew which he would prefer. There was the small, light-weight one that had been applied to her tush in the bathroom after the fight with Mrs. Davis, but there was also the much bigger and thicker one that was used for more important punishments. Sighing, she hefted its weight and made her way back downstairs to the study. With yet another deep breath she said:

“H-here, Daddy...”

Haley took the big, oval-shaped red maple hairbrush, measuring about five inches in width, from his daughter’s hand, and nodded and smiled in approval of the girl’s choice – had she brought the smaller one, he would have made her go back and take the other, which, he was sure, would be a major humiliation for her.

“I always hate it when I have to spank you, Chris,” he said, again meaning every word, as he took her hands and motioned for her to stand in front of him – he was now seated on the arm-less chair in front of the desk – “but at times like this, you need to understand your wrongdoing in your actions, and this is the only way.” Then he added: “Please raise your skirt, honey.”

With trembling hands the girl reached down and lifted her blue paisley skirt from her thighs all the way up to her hips, and awaited his next order... but no order came, because Haley just hooked his fingers in the waistband of her light-pink knickers and peeled them down to her knees.

“You’re in for a hard bare bottom spanking, Chris. I want to make sure you understand why and that you don’t think it unfair. Is that so?” he asked, quite formally, but he couldn’t avoid it.

Chris thought about it for a minute. She still thought it was a little unfair, although she certainly could see his point. She truly did not want to go round and round again with him on this, though, so she simply nodded and whispered: “Yes sir.” Anything, she thought, to get her a little privacy. She knew she would be allowed to go over his knee once the whole thing commenced, and then she wouldn’t be on display like this any longer.

“Very good,” he nodded, “because we never had to spank you twice for the same issue, and we don’t plan to start doing so now.” Seeing that he was getting the point across, Haley let her stand like that for some more – he was looking straight in her eye, but he knew that some embarrassment would add to the experience. After a while, though, he said: “Come across my knees, Christy.”

Christy sighed with relief. She knew it was stupid to want to be spanked, because in a way, that’s what she was asking for by wanting to lay across his lap, but even without him looking ‘at’ her as she stood, as a blossoming teenager it was still humiliating. As quickly as she could safely manage it she was scrambling across his lap and into position.

Haley helped her getting into position, by welcoming her lithe body across his knees and adjusting it with his hands until her bare bottom was right in the middle. He stopped for a second, just enough to place the hairbrush on the desk behind him, then pushed with his left hand down on Christy’s back to keep her in position, raised his right hand and began to spank, not as hard as he could... but almost. smack!! smack!! smack!!

Christy was totally taken by surprise! “Yeow!!!!!!”

This wasn’t a typical warm-up at all! She’d had no idea just how serious he was about this! And he indeed was: holding her body tight to his with his arm circled around her waist, Haley kept up the spanking at a ferocious rate, almost three whacks per second, and very hard, too. He saw Christy’s bottom reddening very fast under his heavy hand. smack!! smack!! smack!!

The girl was soon was becoming hysterical under his thundering blows: this had to be the worst handspanking she had ever endured. In no time she was laying limp, just barely wiggling and crying with the force of the smacks, her breath almost failing her already, grasping for air. Despite her bum was dark pink already, Haley spanked again and again until he reached more or less one full minute of handspanking, then stopped and let Christy cry her heart out – she was bawling so hard and her derriere was bright red. Never had he spanked her so hard with his hand, which now hurt, though surely not as much as her backside, and in fact it took her quite a while to even realize he had finished spanking her sore bottom.

When she finally had some breath, she sobbed out a pathetic: “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Please no more... please! I can’t take it... I learned... I swear...” At this she broke down sobbing again.

“I’m sorry, Chris,” Haley said as he turned around to pick up the hairbrush. “I must be hard on you this time, so you will never even think about doing something like that. You disappointed us a lot, but I’m confident you will improve because you are so much better than that.” He rubbed the brush’s hard wood on her bottom all the time as he spoke.

She just sobbed, her whole body shuddering and tense as she felt the hard, smooth brush making its way around her bottom. She knew she would soon feel its sting and it scared her a huge deal. Her bum already hurt as much as some hairbrushings she had got in the past.

Seeing that he got no response – Christy must have been feeling too horrible to speak at the moment, poor honey – Haley simply raised the hairbrush and smacked it down on the centre of her tender buttocks with a loud THWAP! He did not spank nearly as hard as he could, but he still made it a hearty one across both of her cheeks, which made her jump up in pain.

“Aiiie!!!!!!!!” she cried. “Daddy, I’m sooo sorry! Please, please... no moooore...” Usually she resisted much more, but the intensity of this spanking had brought her to pleas so much faster, this time, and she couldn’t but feel ashamed of herself for that.

“I know, baby...” smack! smack! smack! smack! He kept going with the spanking, delivering one whack per second to her now-bright red backside, still holding her steady by circling her waist.

But his words never even reached her ears. All she knew was pain. Finally her right hand darted backwards toward her throbbing backside, just escaping the next stroke from the brush. Haley’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that – it had been a close miss – and he stopped right away.

“Chris, for Goodness’ sake!” he exclaimed, while restraining her wrist and pinning it on her back. Then he resumed, whacking away at her very red backside; he had relatively ignored the sit-spot so far, but he made up for that now as he focused most of the smacks there.

She tried wriggling with her arm and hand, but found that her father’s grasp was far too strong for her to escape. And the pain was so intense that she could hardly stand it. As she felt the shift in locations to her sit-spot she squealed: this was nothing like the other times.

“Daddy!!!!!!” she sobbed. “Please, daddy, please...”

Her legs were kicking just slightly, and her squirming was getting worse. And on top of it all, it was very hard to take this spanking when she didn’t agree with the reason for it. Oh, she understood where her father was coming from, and sort of saw how bad it was, but she certainly didn’t agree it was worth all this. Normally she could have taken this spanking with greater dignity, but this time, she was squirming, kicking and most of all yelling far more than normal, something that Haley noticed, though he did not say anything about it.

smack! smack! smack!

“Noooo daddieeee!... oh God I beg you, no, nooo!!”

When taking a paddling or the strap, he wouldn’t allow much fuss, but this was being a very thorough spanking, and he knew it was hard to stay put while in the over-the-knee position. So he just kept spanking Christy’s backside, sit-spot and upper thighs for yet another half a minute. After reaching smack number twenty he had lost count of the blows, but he knew it was at least twice as that, if not more. One sure thing was that Christy’s backside was cherry red and some purple areas were starting to appear on the buttocks. It was then that he stopped, releasing the grip on her wrist and letting her cry out for all she was worth – and that was some very heavy crying.

From her looking-at-the-carpet position, Christy still couldn’t believe how much her father had spanked her. Even with the whole thing where she had threatened that kid she hadn’t felt like she was in this much pain, and that had been a thorough paddling alright, not just a few love pats. She thought that maybe this felt like it hurt so much since it had been very, oh-so-very fast.

It took her quite some time to finally feel like she was lucid. “D-d-daddy?” she asked. “A-are you done? Please... please say you’re done, Daddy...” She was sobbing again by the time she had said it.

Haley nodded and gave a weak smile, even though she couldn’t see him. “Yes baby, I’m done... you can stand and give me a big hug when you feel like it,” he said, speaking softly as he inspected the damage in her derriere: he saw no bruises, but there was a hint of blistering on the lower buttocks and sit-spot, and he wondered whether he had over-spanked her. With this thought still in mind, he placed the brush back on the desk and rubbed her back to help her breathe in a regular pattern again.

Christy was extremely thankful that there was no more forthcoming; she honestly didn’t think she would be able to take it. Sitting certainly seemed out of the question already, it was only a matter of seeing for how long. Never had he spanked her like this, with such intensity, and she wasn’t sure what to expect from him. After a few minutes a regaining her breath, she struggled to stand.

He didn’t even wait for her to hug him, something which was usually immediate after a spanking, at least from Christy. Haley just pulled her to him and held her close, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, letting her sob away on his shoulder.

“That’s it, honey, it’s over... you’re forgiven and I love you so much,” he whispered into her ear.

“I’m sooo sorry,” she sobbed while soaking her father’s shirt. “It hurts so much Daddy...” she said, clutching the soft flannel cloth. She tried to focus just on the gentle ministrations of her father, but the pain still overcame any soft touches he was giving.

“I know, I know... believe me, I know how it feels,” he said. That was the part he hated the most, when she reminded him with such candour how much it hurt – and though she didn’t voice it, every time she said ‘it hurts’ it implied ‘you hurt me’, and that was unbearable at times. “How about some lotion, hmm?” he suggested, to take his mind off that thought, and knowing she actually needed it. “Shall I carry you to the bathroom so we can take it?”

Christy looked at her father in shock. Rarely he suggested lotion, and it was basically never that he offered to take her to go get some. Still, with her face still buried in his shoulder, she nodded, grateful for any help. It made her wonder though, why he was doing it this time. It didn’t matter though; she was going to get some lotion, and quickly.

“Alright then,” he said.

He himself didn’t know why he had suggested that, it had just come out spontaneously out of his mouth. Maybe he felt too sorry for having spanked her so hard, or maybe he was just moved to mercy by her continuous, raucous sobbing and shrieking. Whatever the reason, there was no need to be tough anymore now that the punishment was over, so he stood from the chair, lifting her small body and letting her cling to him. He walked upstairs and into the bathroom, leaving Christy on the ground and getting the bottle.

“Do you want to do this yourself? I can wait outside if you want,” he offered.

Christy looked at her father and nodded, trying to take the bottle from him, but she was still shaking so bad that the bottle slipped right through her grasp. She started crying again, embarrassed, but it wasn’t like there was anything he hadn’t seen before.

“D-daddy? I think y-you’d better do it...”

He promptly knelt and picked up the bottle from the floor, then hugged his shaking and sobbing daughter, kissing the top of her head. “Shh, it’s alright baby... of course I’m going to do it for you. Come on, turn around, lift your skirt again and get back over my lap,” he suggested, rather than ordered, as he sat down on the bathtub ledge.

She gave her best attempt at a smile, then did as asked and lifted her skirt. She put herself back in the position she had been in for the past five minutes or so, knowing deep-down that this time it was to help her, but her subconscious couldn’t help but relate the two.

Haley unscrewed the bottle and poured liberal amounts of the dense, slippery lotion on his hands, then started rubbing both of Christy’s very red bottom cheeks and start of thighs. He rubbed slowly, with delicate gestures, as to not hurt her any further. The girl couldn’t help but whimper just a little, but she held still for the soothing touch, and it was really helping. When it finally took on its desired effect, and her breathing started to slow and she regained her poise, she managed to choke out a soft, “thank you, Daddy” even as she lay there.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said as he stopped and closed the bottle again, then helped her stand up. “It’s only fair, after such a spanking. I’m sorry, Chris...” He was about to leave it at that, but then realised he needed to show firmness, not doubt. “... but it was what you deserved, sweetheart. You know how disrespectful behaviour is something we do not tolerate, don’t you?”

She took a moment before responding. Finally she was able to nod and softly say: “Yes, sir...” and then, after yet another pause, she continued: “I really am sorry. I hadn’t realized just how big a deal this was until after you were done spanking me. You must have been mad...” She wiped a tear away from each eye.

“Yes honey I was upset,” he said, helping her by drying tears off her cheeks with a wet washcloth, “and that’s why I spanked you so hard... I don’t know if you deserved so much, but I’m sure that you will think twice before teasing again. I’m glad you finally see what your mistake was, even if it took so much pain to get there.”

She looked at him, her face full of shame. “Yeah, I do. It’s exactly what those girls at school were doing to me, a while back, huh?” She couldn’t even look him in the eye, now that the realization had set in.

Haley nodded, glad that she had made the connection, which he was just about to point out. “That’s right, and I know how much you suffer from that, oh please believe me, I do, and I want to make it clear that I’m not punishing you because you’re angry at them...” he said as he still stroke her hair, “but know that revenge, especially if taken on others, is not the answer Chris, it’s just not.”

Her lower lip started to tremble again. “I... I know Daddy. I’m so sorry you have to deal with me like this so often. I just can’t seem to control myself sometimes!” She sighed, then remembered something you had said earlier. “Uh, Dad? You said that that woman heard me, right? Ummm... did she do anything, do you know?”

“So often,” he repeated, smiling and wanting to give his beautiful and oh-so-sorry child some reassurance. “Less than a spanking a month is not that often, sweetie. Yeah it could be less, but still... Anyway, I don’t know if the lady complained to your school or not, I only saw she was very upset.”

Christy smiled at the compliment, but then frowned upon hearing how upset the woman from the nursing home was. “I wish I knew what I was facing in class tomorrow, if anything,” she sighed. “I don’t even know how I’m going to sit in class tomorrow, let alone deal with this!”

Haley smiled back at her, then shrugged. “Whatever will come, face it and take the responsibility for your actions. I don’t know if your teacher or anyone knows that it was you to start the rumour, but I want you to apologise to everyone anyway, especially if something happens.”

“I know, I’ll take whatever punishment I get there... but... you won’t spank me for getting punished in school if it’s about this, will you?” she asked nervously.

He shook his head, and though the policy was ‘You get it at home if you get detention or a note from school’, he knew she had been spanked enough already and really couldn’t take much more, not in the near future anyway, and not without danger.

“No I won’t, but don’t let me hear you were rude or didn’t take full blame for what happened, okay? In that case, I might add some lines, and you know how much you hate spending whole afternoons writing... sitting, and writing.”

Chris smiled in relief. “Thank you!” she cried. “Now if I could just sneak a pillow into school...”

“... I guess no-one will complain. Your peers know you’re spanked, don’t they? Just say ‘Daddy gave me a whuppin’ and you’ll be okay!” he said, waiting to see how she reacted to the joke.

“You wouldn’t mind having me talk about you like that?” she asked in disbelief.

He nudged her wrist with his elbow, playfully. “Silly... of course I would mind. You would mind too. That’s really not something others need to know and tease you about, huh? But for what it’s worth, you can wear some extra pair of underwear, if they ever help.”

Chris smiled in extreme embarrassment, but pleasure that her father was willing to let her wear a little extra padding. “Thanks, Dad,” she said. “If it’s okay, I’d just kinda like to go lie down for now... I’m a little worn out.”

Haley nodded and hugged her again, giving another little peck to her forehead. “Of course, I believe a nice nap is exactly what you need. You have some hours before dinner. Come on,” he said, offering his hand for her to take. She gladly squeezed it, and went up to her bed, crawling in on her stomach, deciding to leave the covers down: right now, her bottom just couldn’t take any pressure.

* * *

At ten in the morning, Mr. Beeg Dohrque entered the class, slamming the door behind himself. He cast a severe, angry look at all the boys and girls lined up before him, hands on his hips, and then shook his head.

“You are all in one HELL of a trouble!” he yelled.

Some students turned to look each other, because if a teacher swore, however lightly, well, they could tell it was serious. Christy stood amongst her classmates, as nervous as could be. She was going to fess up, but she had to time things just right, so she silently waited.

Mr. Dohrque surveyed them all with an inspecting look. “Alright, all dance activities are suspended for a week, which each and everyone of you will spend in detention,” he explained, still quite angry. “And for the record, I want to know who’s the big tinker who started this.”

Christy gulped. It looked like the time had come. She knew this would be a big shock; she was the ‘miss goody-two-shoes’ in the class, but she still knew she needed to do this. Slowly she walked forward, and with a shaky voice said:

“I started it, Mr. Dohrque.”

He couldn’t believe it at first, so he just stood there blinking at her. “Did you... Chris??...” he said, as though the statement itself was not worth a second thought, so absurd it was.

She took a deep breath, then nodded. “I started it, Mr. Dohrque, and I kept it going.”

The man nodded, bitterly, then shook his head. “Well, it’s a major turn-off that you could do something like that, Chris.” Then he turned to the rest of the class. “But neither of you stopped it from going on, did you? You’re as guilty as she is, and I hope this week of detention makes you all think. Thank Christy for that, but thank yourselves too.”

Christy shirked away from the disappointed, if not angry faces that surrounded her. She felt so miserable, between her still very sore bottom and her hurt feelings. But she knew she had done the right thing, and knew she would grow into a much better person from all of this.

– 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 © 2004 Haley Brimley , Christy . Contact for information and / or feedback.