Millie couldn’t help but gulp when she saw Maggie wince in her seat at the dinner table, and again she wondered how that evil hairbrush felt on a girl’s bare bottom. Not that she was in any hurry to find out, far from that. But still... when you’re in a family and one of your siblings gets it, some curiosity naturally ensues.

Dinner was rather flat, but pretty cheerful. Everyone listened to Millie talk of how she got there and how her roommate was sad she had to leave, and so on. Cheryl and Frank gently advised her to let her real parents know of her whereabouts as soon as possible.

“No, really,” Millie said, shaking her head, “We don’t get along well, especially recently. And since I’m paying college on my own, we don’t even have that link, so...” She sighed.

“I do understand that,” said Frank, “but still, it’s good that you inform them at least.”

“I had to inform my legal tutors,” Maggie muttered.

“You were still seventeen, dear,” said Cheryl, and that had the young girl blush.

Millie shrugged. “Well I don’t have that obligation luckily. I can do whatever I want anyway.” And she attacked the food in her plate.

No-one said anything at the outburst, so after a few seconds’ silence Millie realised it wasn’t really the friendliest thing to say.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that... well, I wouldn’t have come to you if I was on wonderful terms with my family, would I?” She gave both Cheryl and Frank a warm smile, that they returned.

“We understand,” said the woman, “but please, do something about it. If you don’t want to tell the whole story, it’s your business. But do let them know you’re at this house. You can say you’ve moved in “at friends’”, and it won’t be a lie. Understood?”

Millie nodded and looked at her plate. “Yes Mum.”

That had been the peak of the evening, and after washing the dishes with her sisters, Millie headed upstairs rubbing her sore neck. All she wanted was to dip her body in the involving warmth of her two-poster mattress and sleep the night away. And some of the morning too, actually, since her first class was at eleven.

She changed in her pink pyjamas – rather tight pants with a darker pink band on the waist, and a top that left her navel uncovered – and plopped down on the bed, eyeing her school books and the luggage that was still to be unpacked. She sighed.

Was she sorry to have done this? No, not at all. It’d taken her more than a year to decide, she knew it was the right thing to do. And she could back out any moment. She really saw nothing wrong with it.

Then why was she upset about telling her parents?

Joan and Harry Springfield were a relatively wealthy couple, and had given Millie everything that she could ever desire... but the one thing she really wanted. Them. It seemed as though all they could do was work, work, and then work some more. From her kindergarten days to the times she graduated from high school she saw them for a few minutes in the morning, and for a few minutes in the evening. There couldn’t really be any dialogue. And they expected her to be perfect in school, but only in words: in facts, they didn’t really care if she failed a test as long as she was quiet about it.

Hence her decision to move out at just sixteen, using her dear friend Angela’s house. She had a small income from a job at Blockbuster, and a boyfriend she thought she was in love with (long since gone now), so there was really no reason to be living with her parents anymore, was there. And then Angela only had an older brother so it was cool to ‘camp out’ at her place, like her parents would say.

She’d moved out of the house and they hadn’t even been angry, and that’s not the way she wanted her parents to go about things. Love was never in discussion, of course, on either side, but still... Millie felt she needed more. Deserved more, actually.

Cheryl and Frank, while still strangers to her eyes, sounded like they could provide that. They’d shown a profound understanding of her needs and reasons. Plus, the meeting with several other like-minded girls (some of which hadn’t made it to the Bowmans house after all) had convinced Millie that it wasn’t too late to relive the parent-child relationship she always wanted.

Spankings. Well, those were a problem. Her parents never spanked her of course. Nor she agreed to spankings in general. She didn’t like spankings. And she didn’t fancy the thought, either. She was even sure they didn’t work, at first. After talking it through with the Bowmans, they’d changed her mind a little, but not much. She was still sceptical, but now also strangely curious.

After seeing Maggie’s ordeal, doubts had arisen again. Connecting parental love with ‘being hit’ wasn’t exactly her idea. And then why was Maggie so grateful? Why was she all smiles and looked for their cuddles only a few hours later? Would it work for herself too? Was it that she was looking for?

A knock on the door interrupted her flow of thoughts. She was about to say ‘enter’ when she realised it wasn’t on her door. A few yards down the hallway, Frank was knocking on Maggie’s door. Millie heard a meek ‘come in’ from her younger sister, and then temptation overwhelmed her and she got up. Ear to the wall, she listened in. She knew virtually nothing about spankings, but could understand that she wasn’t supposed to do that anyway.

~|~|~

Frank sat on Maggie’s bed and the girl stood in front of him, gulping, her eyes downcast. She had just showered and was wearing white loose pj’s with Bugs Bunny drawings.

“Come here, sweets,” Frank said, and Maggie hugged him. “You do realise why we’re punishing you, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy,” she said.

“Good. And also that we’re taking your allowance off for another month, and that we’re going to take an eye on your income as well?”

Maggie raised her head and looked at him, kinda shocked. “B-but... I...”

“Meg, you have a major problem with spending, among other things,” Frank reiterated. “We don’t want you ruining yourself like that. You’re responsible for your money, and we want to teach you that responsibility. So, you’ll still administer your money – but with our help.”

The girl swallowed and looked confused. She never really had to administer anything on her own before.

“Think of it like this,” Frank said as he stroke her hair. “It’s like with Math homework: when you do it, I stand behind you and look over your shoulder, and give out a few suggestions, right?” She nodded, chewing on her fingertip. “We’ll do the same with your income. You have a beautiful job and do well in school, Maggie. We don’t want you to waste those things.”

“I like working with Ms. Harris,” the girl smiled proudly. In addition to being a junior in high school, she also worked as a part-time Kindergarten assistant for three hours every other afternoon.

“Yep. It’s very rewarding, isn’t it. All the more reasons to be careful, honey.”

“I know Daddy... I’m so sorry, really.” Her face darkened again and she hugged him tight.

“I know baby. You’ve taken your spanking good. Here, let me see.”

Without protesting – but not too eagerly either – Maggie stood, turned around and lowered her own pj bottoms. Frank surveyed the damage and saw a few crimson blotches here and there, mostly on her sit-spots. There was generous bruising, but that was normal with Maggie, who had delicate skin. April wouldn’t bruise in a million years, on the other hand. The man nodded and spun the girl around.

“That was one heck of a spanking, wasn’t it?”

Maggie covered her front with both hands, and nodded. “Y-yes... it hurt sooooo much!... do you have to spank me again Daddy??” she asked, implicitly pleading that he shouldn’t.

“You know the rules, don’t you. A bedtime spanking reinforces the message.” Maggie nodded, tears welling up in her green eyes already, but didn’t say anything. “Come on, then. Over you get.”

He guided the teen’s chubby frame across his lap, so that her upper body rested on the mattress and her legs were left dangling. Then he wasted no time in bringing his hand down on the upturned nates. Once again, Maggie reacted from the very first smack, and righteously so this time. Frank didn’t hit hard, but even moderate swats on an already bruised bottom will make anyone see stars.

“Oooouuuccchhhh! Daddyyyy!” Maggie wailed.

“What lesson have you learned today, Margaret?” His hand descended on her full bottom cheeks.

“Owwww!... th-that... aieee!” The girl erupted into steady crying as she tried to speak. “... that I... I must b-be care-oooowww!-ful with m-my moneyyyyy!”

“That’s right. And I don’t want to touch on this topic ever again, is that clear Margaret Allison?”

“Yessssirrrr!”

Maggie scissored her legs wildly and twisted the comforter in her hands as she sobbed. Her small round bottom took fire all over again, and more glowing colour added to the raw red remnants of the afternoon’s blistering. That she was only being given a handspanking made little or no difference to her, though she was grateful she wasn’t getting that horrid belt.

After almost a full minute, and a good salvo directed to her upper thighs, Frank let up and released his grip. Maggie kept weeping for a while, and her hands flew back to rub some of the awful, just awful sting off her hiney. No matter how delicately or vigorously she kneaded the scalded flesh, though: it just wouldn’t go away, and she would soak the bed sheets with more and more tears.

Finally she pushed herself up, and again stood before Frank, still rubbing her sore tush. He reached over and ruffled her hair, then kissed her forehead. “It’s okay honey. All over now and we won’t talk about this accident ever again. Okay?”

This time she was all too eager to nod. “Yes, yes! Very okay! I’ll be good, I promise.”

“I’m sure you will be.”

“C-can I have my pyjamas back please Daddy?” she asked politely as per habit, looking at her pj bottoms that had flown across the room from all the kicking.

“Yes you can, baby.”

She thanked him and scurried to recover them, and put them on as quickly as she could. Sometimes she wasn’t allowed clothing to bed, as an additional punishment. It worked wonders, Cheryl found out.

“Do you think you want to sleep?” Frank asked.

“N-no thanks.” It was only 9:30 and Maggie’s bedtime was 11:00. “I want to write in my blog.”

“Okay then. But mind the Internet time and don’t stay up late, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. I love you Maggie. See you in the morning.”

“Love you too Daddy.”

~|~|~

Millie found her breath again only when she was back on her own bed.

She hadn’t caught every word but could still make out what had been going on between those four walls – and she happened to cherish it. True, it did sound unnecessarily harsh to her that Meg had to undergo another spanking after the afternoon paddling, but Frank had been reasonable and it had been short anyway.

But most of all, she had loved it how they talked to each other, how they seemed to be in synergy. She couldn’t see them, but she was sure they blended with one another also physically. There was nothing ‘wrong’ to her eyes about what she’d witnessed, and that was making her feel good. She wondered if she too, six months from now, would share such a close relationship with ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’.

This time the knock was on her door, and when accepted, Frank walked in. “Hey.”

“Hey...”

“You heard, didn’t you?” he got to the point.

Millie gulped. “Y-yes, I... well, it was impossible not to.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know. We need to thicken these walls but you know, money doesn’t flow.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay, I mean... I didn’t mind listening.”

She wondered if that had been too forward of her, but his smile told her it hadn’t. “I understand. Well, your first day here and Maggie gets two spankings. Bad luck. But also, no better way for you to find out about the family dynamics, isn’t it.”

Millie nodded. “You’re right. I just hope I... well, you know.”

“Of course. The fact that we’re believers in corporal punishment, Mil, does not mean we’re keen on using it. That’d be sadist. We hate to use it, but we do whenever necessary. If we can avoid it, all the better. Right?”

“Right. I’m glad I have the chance to live through this without getting spanked, at least.”

“Sure.” Frank sat on her bed and said in an undertone. “Said between us, that’s just you. Well, April isn’t fond of spankings either actually, but you know her. She seeks strong emotions. But Maggie, well... Maggie craves for spankings. She totally cherishes them.”

That was not a total surprise to Millie, who had often wondered at the nonchalant way her sister talked about ‘getting it’; but still, she wanted to know more. “How do you mean?”

“Well, you know that Maggie never had a family.” She nodded. “They say that an orphanage is a much better place now than it was fifty years ago, but it isn’t. She got hit a lot there, also because she was petite and everything.”

Millie saddened instantly, and it showed on her face. “I... I never knew that.”

“So Maggie is used to corporal punishment in a way. But she always wondered what it felt to be spanked by someone she can call Mummy and Daddy, instead of being cornered in the bathroom by an older girl and be beaten. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh...” Millie felt her stomach churn in knots.

“She specifically asked to be spanked, when she came to us, because she felt she could benefit from loving correction. We tried, and it seems to work. Don’t get me wrong, mostly she wants to feel part of a family and spankings are sort of a tourniquet... but it’s a good kind of tourniquet as long as they make her feel loved. Don’t you think?”

Millie nodded. Her mind worked feverishly to register all the new information, and failed to understand some. It would take time. That Maggie was an unfortunate she’d always known, but she’d never been told such a story. She silently accused herself of being a cry-baby: she was blessed with real parents, she was supposed to be building new bridges with them instead of looking elsewhere.

“Anyway,” Frank stood again. “Thanks for listening. I need to get to work in a little while.” He was responsible for a local sports newspaper and often worked nights to supervise the printing process. “I think Maggie’s writing on her Internet stuff, a log...”

“Blog,” Millie giggled. “It’s short for ‘web log’.”

“Whatever. Well, try and ask her if she needs company. Perhaps it’s a good chance, hmm?”

Millie’s face lightened up: she would have never dared to ask. “Oh sure! Thanks! I’ll try.”

“Okay. Good luck. See you in the morning.”

“Bye Dad.”

He smiled and walked out of the room.

– End of Part Two –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s 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 author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

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