ON THE SET

Deep at night, as the alarm clocks in the Rickman household clicked two in the morning, thirteen-year-old Emma crept into her dad Alan’s room, biting her lip, shaking with fright. The images of her nightmare still remained vivid in her memory, and every time she closed her eyes they would re-appear out of the darkness, so she tried to keep her eyes open-wide and be alert.

As she approached her father’s bed, she saw he was sound asleep. Getting close, she nudged his shoulder gently, afraid to waking him up but also not able to help it. He was sleeping so peacefully... and she would be too, if she hadn’t watched that stupid scary movie with Sammie. How could she ever even believe that zombies and ghouls were real? She didn’t, in point of fact, and yet... power of suggestion can be very unsettling.

Emma stood there by the bed in her blue pyjama shorts-and-top set, still nudging Alan and trying to wake him up. Still asleep, the man felt something touch his shoulder, and at first he thought it was a part of his dream, but then realised it was real, and opened his still sleep-filled eyes; he saw his girl standing aside him, a scared look on her face. A quick glance at the clock told him it was two in the morning.

"Sweetie what’s up?" he mumbled in a grumpy voice.

"Daddy, I watched a scary movie at Sammie’s house, even though you said I shouldn’t, and I can’t sleep. Can I sleep in here?" she said in one long breath, pouring it all out as it came. She sniffled, shivering a bit as goosebumps sprung up on her arms. "Please?" she implored in a tiny voice.

It took him a while to understand what was going on and what she had said, and when he did, he collapsed back on the pillow, sighing.

"Em I told you like a hundred times not to, why did..." he started, but soon sighed again and shook his head: it was really not the time nor the place to argue. "C’mon, jump in."

Letting out a sigh of relief, she snuggled into the covers on the other side of the bed, tucking them around herself and her ever ready for cuddles teddy-bear Fuzz.

"I love you," she whispered in Alan’s ear. "Let me stay with you, okay?"

Adjusting the covers himself, he kissed her sweaty, pale forehead and laid back down, snuggling against her. "It’s alright, nothing’s going to happen. I love you too, just... just sleep now, okay?" he suggested, and closed his eyes.

She nodded, and laid her head against him. Within a few minutes, she was feeling much safer than she could ever be in her own bed, and those nasty images started to fade away. Tiredness got the best of her soon enough, and she fell asleep, her back against him, and his arm around her chest.

* * *

Alan opened his eyes with the morning’s first light. He glanced at the clock again and saw it was a few minutes before seven, right on time for Emma to prepare and go to school at eight o’clock. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with energy, and stretched, and massaged his slightly-bearded chin and neck. His lovely, but daring and disobedient lovely was laying on her tummy aside him, Fuzz the teddy-bear snuggled beside her, her mouth gaping half-open and still breathing heavily. He shook his head and got up, walked to her side, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Emmy, it’s dawning."

The young teenager mumbled something and turned her head away, pulling the covers tighter, still fast asleep and so not in the mood to get up. Not giving up, Alan sighed and tried again:

"Emma, I suggest you get up, there is very little time for what we have to do."

This time she didn’t want to comply even more, still immersed as she was in a most pleasant dream where she had a date with Orlando Bloom from The Lord of the Rings... and this time Alan threw away the covers and planted a quick whack on her pj-covered round backside.

"Emma Charlotte Rickman, can you please wake up?"

She yelped and rolled over onto her back, a surprised look on her face. "Whaaaaat?" she whined, now wide-awake and with her eyes sprung open. One hand reached back to rub her bum.

He smiled. "Thank you, seems like I’ve got your attention. How do you feel? Are you still haunted by bad dreams?" he asked.

Emma slowly realised what was going on, and she nodded while she kept kneading her backside, more out of instinct than real need. "A little. It was creepy... can I get a ride to school?" she asked.

"Yes you can," he nodded. "But first: what was that movie and why in the world did you see it?"

Sighing and pouting just a little, she sat up on the bed, crossing her legs. "Jeepers Creepers 2... Sammie dared me, she said it wasn’t that scary, she saw it in the theatres. But she was wrong, dad, it was like way frightening!" Emma shuddered, remembering the numerous slaughters and shivers.

"Holy sh..." he restrained himself, but still shook his head and inhaled deep. "You do remember that I forbade you to watch that very movie, don’t you? And for a good reason, it would appear, given the effect it had."

Emma nodded slowly, feeling quite stupid all of a sudden. "Yes... but I thought I could handle it and that you were being a party wrecker. But I was really wrong, daddy, it was way too scary!!"

"I noticed. You should’ve seen your face tonight, you almost scared me," he admitted. "You said you were going to watch Galaxy Quest... which is a GREAT movie!... and instead you end up seeing that?" he shook his head in disappointment.

"Well, we watched that one too," she said honestly, but also trying to change the subject. "And, dad, your character was a dork but he was so funny! Kinda like Spock on Star Trek, but like, er, more emotional."

Alan smiled for a moment, then went back to the stern-dad expression. "Don’t switch subjects now, young lady. You’re in enough trouble already as it is, you realise that?"

Emma gulped and nodded, looking at the bedspread. "Yes sir," she mumbled timidly.

"Good. You can expect to sit a bit uncomfortably today at school, you know." And with that he sat on the edge of the bed and opened his arm, as to motion for her to go to him.

She scooted over as fast as she could and hugged him tight. "I’m sorry daddy" she whispered, and her remorse was very genuine. "Really, really, really sorry... not just ‘cuz it scared me, but you had even told me not to see that and everything, you know."

Alan nodded and hugged her back, kissing the top of her head like he always did. "I’m sorry too. You need to learn to know what scares you and what you can take, alright? That will come with age. But until it does, I’m afraid I’ll have to make such choices for you, hon."

"Okay, I’ll trust you better about it, I swear!" She gave a shudder. "Do you have to spank me? Haven’t I learned good enough?" she offered, still a sparkle of hope in her mind.

"The scare you got was something you won’t forget," he said, "but not quite enough, no. I’m not going to use the hairbrush or anything, though, I’m sure those nightmares will stay in your memory much longer than this spanking. C’mon, remove your pj bottoms and lie across my lap."

Emma sighed, knowing there was no changing his mind. She stood up and eased her pj shorts down and leaned across his lap. At least he wouldn’t use the hairbrush! She wriggled into a comfortable spot, her panty-clad bottom tensing in a nervous anxiety while Alan waited and watched her assuming the position. He then adjusted her slender frame the way he wanted it, so as to have a good shot at her bottom, now quivering in anticipation. Without losing precious time, he raised his hand and brought it down quite hard on her thinly-clad backside. smack!

"Ouch!" Emma yelped, jumping from the sudden sting. No matter how much times she was spanked, she always seemed to forget just how much it stung.

Again Alan raised his hand, and again he stroke, over and over, delivering a dozen of stinging smacks to her cheeks through the thin panty tissue, before taking a small break. Emma was yelping and whimpering with each smack, wriggling around as her bottom began to heat up and blush under his skilful hand, which never missed its target. And Alan could almost see that blush his spanks had created in her backside, but in order to see it better, he lowered her underwear down to mid-thigh with a quick gesture, and took a firmer hold of her body.

"Emma, when I forbid you to do something, you are to do as I say, is that clear enough?"

She sniffled. "Yes sir," she squirmed again.

"Good girl." smack! smack! smack! He started to whack her now bare bottom right away, with fierce smacks, snapping his wrist so as to deliver more sting into her tender flesh.

"Ooooooooh!" she shrieked. "Ouch! Oww!" and she was quickly reduced to tears as her legs kicked just a bit, her socked feet pounding the bed and sending Alan’s own pillow flying across the room – along with her pj bottoms.

Despite her reactions, Alan didn’t stop, and kept it up with hearty smacks all over her backside, and to the top of her thighs, until they were coloured of a very bright pink. Emma finally just laid there wailing, defeated and feeling very, very sorry for herself. "Owwwwww Aaaaaaa Noooooo!"

Soon enough, well before the fiftieth smack, Alan saw that she had given up resistance. Still, he continued for a bit, until he had reached number fifty (which was quite a thorough warming-up indeed), then stopped and rubbed her bottom in slow circles.

"It’s over honey, shh..." he whispered.

Emma bawled and hiccuped, much too hard to talk, holding tight to his leg. She was a very sorry girl indeed!, and she felt she deserved every bit of what she had got. He kept rubbing her bum with a hand, and caress the back of her head with the other.

"Did you learn your lesson, sweetheart? Do you understand why you were spanked?"

She nodded quickly, still hiccuping. "Y-yes daddy..."

"Good girl, I really hope you did." He took her up and gathered her in his arms. She nestled close, her red bottom cheeks quivering as she cried, hugging him tight. Alan held her close and rocked her slowly, still rubbing her very tender backside.

"It won’t last long... by lunch you’ll be alright... but I wanted you to feel it when you sit down in school today, honey," he explained.

"Do... do I have to go to school, daddy? Please, it hurts so much!" Emma begged.

He shook his head. "Uh-huh, don’t even try that. You are going to school. That darn movie did enough damage already without having you lose a school day, hmm?" he explained. "And make sure you tell Sammie what happened, so that she’ll feel at least a little guilty for what happened."

Emma pouted, her lower lip trembling. "Yeah but... that’s not fair, I can’t sit through class like this!" she wailed. "I’ll never be able to pay attention!"

Still rubbing her bummy, he smiled reassuringly. "Oh most of the sting will fade before the first period even starts... and then, if you squirm here and there, it’ll remind you why you got spanked, which is the whole point. You get this straight, Emma Charlotte?"

Emma buried her face in the crook of his neck, feeling life was justly unfair, and didn’t answer. Sensing her discomfort, Alan kept rubbing her hair and head, imagining how she must be feeling. Some incentive was needed here, but not anymore spanking, quite the contrary:

"Would that help if you skipped first period and we went to the City and take an ice-cream instead, hmm?"

She nodded real quickly, surprised and pleasantly so by such an offer. "Oh yes, please... I don’t wanna get teased anymore! Maybe it will be better by then," she reasoned.

He nodded too. "I understand. And yes, it’ll get much better in two hours from now. Why don’t you go choose a verrrry nice dress, hmm? Dad wants to show off with his beautiful girl, you know," he teased, winking.

This actually made her smile, and Emma rolled her eyes, straightened her clothes with a yelp, and went to get ready. Alan smiled too, and he too went to get ready, sorry to have had to spank his daughter yet again, but knowing it was deserved and she would be just fine. No scary movie will ever be scarier than a sound bare-bottom spanking in the early morning, perhaps!

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