Chris sat up in her room, moping for the third day straight... the third day after her huge birthday party, after the spanking she received from Aunt Faith, and after the promise she’d done to her to speak to her parents. Her ultimatum would be up in a few hours.

It wasn’t that she was forced to be in her room; she just felt like it. Suddenly she heard Carly calling her down to supper. With a hearty sigh she called down in a near whine, “Do I HAVE to?”

Downstairs, Carly stopped arranging the table for a moment and cast Haley a ‘what’s wrong with her?’ look. Her husband shook his head and shrugged.

“Yes you have to, Christine!” the woman called back, wanting to sound miffed but not too much.

With a dramatic eyeroll Christy got up out of bed and stomped downstairs. Once there she flopped despondently into her chair.

For a while, her parents didn’t say anything. Carly served dinner and Haley eyed the girl from time to time. She had been in a very bad mood for a few days now. They had known of the incident on her birthday, when she had been caught looking at porn sites on the Internet, and of course they had severely scolded her over it – not to mention that, since it was yet another infraction with the use of the Big Net, they’d grounded her from it and she could only surf while supervised for an undisclosed period. Hadn’t it been for Faith’s spanking, the marks of which Carly had promptly checked, they would have given her a second dose right there and then, but that and the girl’s obvious contriteness made them forgive her almost instantly.

“Happy that tomorrow’s Friday?” Haley asked, trying to liven her up.

Chris stared at her plate of roast beef and drew patterns in her mashed potatoes with her fork. “I guess,” she said dully.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun to spend the weekend... how? You got plans?”

“Ooh weren’t you going to spend the night’s at Joanna’s?” Carly enquired with an excessively enthusiastic tone.

Chris shook her head. “I don’t really feel like it, so I decided to cancel it.” She stared down at the table for a second, not really focusing on anything before just yelling out: “What’s with the third degree! Can’t you just leave me alone!” And with that she scooted her chair back as fast as she could, tipping it over in the process, and then proceeding to turn and flee.

“Christy, come back here right now!” Carly said, but the teenager just kept on going.

Her parents exchanged one last look, which lead to sighs and shaking of heads. “What in the world is wrong with her anyway?” Haley questioned in an undertone.

“She’s fifteen, that’s what.”

“Well, fifteen or fifty, she’d better start showing some respect.”

He attacked his food and kept at it for a few minutes before finally shaking his head and standing from the table.

“Are you sure?” Carly asked.

“Just gonna talk to her,” said Haley, and headed upstairs.

By this time Chris was already huddled on her bed. She was more upset than she had been in a long time and knew she was letting it out in the wrong way, but she just couldn’t help herself. She curled up in her blanket, laying her head on her arms. She knew it was only a matter of time before her parents got fed up with her, but she was too despondent to truly care.

Haley knocked on her door and didn’t bother to wait for the reply – he meant to come in anyway. Without as much as a word, he walked to the bed and sat down on it, casting his daughter a steely gaze.

“So?” he asked.

She looked very upset indeed, and although he knew that she must have been feeling awful about something, he wouldn’t tolerate that behaviour any longer.

Silent tears began to fall down Chris’ face. Still, an unexplainable anger built up in her. “SO?” she mimicked. “I’m not going to say sorry if that’s what you’re after ‘cause I’m not!” she yelled, despite the untruth to it. Deep down she was, but was so messed up right now she couldn’t see it.

Still, she realized she had taken things a bit too far as she saw Haley’s face reddening with anger. He too, deep down, knew that there were reasonable ways to deal with that situation, but instinct prevailed and before he could stop himself he was grabbing Christy’s wrist and pulling hard, dragging her petite dancer’s body across his lap.

He delivered several crisp smacks to her jean-covered backside before saying: “Yes I totally expect an apology, and I want to know what’s wrong with you!”

Chris struggled against his grasp and finally let herself cry. “I can’t tell you!” she screamed, then let herself sob heavily.

Ironically, her tears calmed him down. He wasn’t spanking that hard, and she was clearly having a fit on her own. Haley let up and spun her around. “Why can’t you? Is it something bad?”

Chris couldn’t find the words to answer, but instead just flung her arms around her father. She knew that his arms would soon be used for something else, because knowing him he would be able to get it out of her sooner or later, but for now, she needed those arms for hugging.

The man was passive at first, then slowly returned the hug and rubbed her back. He sighed and wondered what could be troubling her so much she didn’t want to say. Not that it would be big news for Chris to be introvert about some big thing, but every time seemed like the worst.

“Chris?... you know that it’s better if you tell me now. I promise to be fair.”

Chris’ bottom tingled slightly and her stomach tied in knots. Really, she needed to get this off her chest and punished for, because the guilt was eating her alive... and because she had a deal with Aunt Faith, yes... and the time was almost up... but it still didn’t make it easy. Unsteadily she broke the embrace, then sat down next to her father. With her lower lip quivering she finally said:

“I... I kinda lied to you Daddy...”

The look of suppressed anger on Haley’s face turned to one of not-too-concealed disappointment. He still had no idea what she had been lying about, but the thing itself was enough to sadden him deeply. He was about to ask what about when Carly walked in too, just in time to hear the girl’s half-hearted confession.

“What’s this about, Chris?...” she said in lieu of her husband.

Christy winced both at her mother’s words and especially her father’s expression... *especially* because she knew that it was about to get worse. “I... It... it’s about that thing with George... that guy from the internet,” she said forlornly.

To say that her parents’ eyes went wide as children’s at a fair would be an understatement. After all they’d been through, now it turned out that there was something they didn’t know? Haley could barely believe his ears, and like Christy had predicted, his face morphed in an upset grimace again.

“What’s with George?... The two of you are still talking?...”

Chris cowered, but vehemently shook her head. “No! Never! Honest, Daddy... you grounded me from the Internet and I respect that... but...” Her voice shook with emotion as she tried to voice what she had done. “Daddy, remember when I told you I’d told that creep to stop but he wouldn’t...?” Her voice trailed off, nervous and sad.

“Yes I do...”  he said, looking at her through narrow eyes.  “Go ahead...”

Chris gulped down her fear before she way able to continue. “Well... I kinda never TOLD him to stop, per se,” she whispered. “I just... ignored him.”

Carly exchanged looks with Haley, then locked her eyes into Christy’s. “And was that before or after you’d pulled your little suicidal stunt?”

“B... b... before...” she stuttered, edging away from her parents.

“WHAT?!” That came from Haley.

He regretted yelling almost immediately, but what’s done is done. Carly, understanding as she was, backed away so as to not give Chris the impression of being ganged upon. But he wouldn’t do the same, and instead just fixed her a glare.

“You’ve been lying to us... which means we’ve been lying to the Police about this... is that what you’re saying?”

Sobbing heavily, the girl nodded while backing as far away into the corner her bed was situated against as possible.

“I cannot believe this!” Haley thundered again.

“Chris, why?” said Carly, in a slightly softer tone, though she sounded desperate too. “It’s not something big per se under normal circumstances, but it’s a deviation from the truth and it can go awfully out of control!”

Purposely ignoring her father Chris cried: “It’s because you were already so mad about what I’d done to him... I... I thought if you thought I was a bit more of a victim or something... But you went to the stupid Police…”

The girl started sobbing hysterically again, then, wishing the bed could just swallow her up.

“And didn’t you think that maybe we were going to try to do so, and realize that we would be basing it on a false accusation?” Carly said as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, Haley had been able to calm down a little and was now looking at his daughter with a blank stare.

“That’s why I’m soooo upset!!!!” the teen wailed. It wasn’t entirely true. She also hated to have hurt her parents so much in the lie too, but at the moment, that was what her heart was dwelling on. At the moment though, she had no idea what to make of her father, whom she had never seen like this in her life.

“And you’ve got every reason to be,” said Haley, rising from the bed and pacing the room. Never before in his life had he felt the impulse to let it go and not care. It was easier than dealing with the fact that despite everything, she’d been lying so blatantly again.

His wife, though, was far more practical as ever: cross-armed and looking tight, she said: “Well, you can have your spanking tonight or tomorrow morning before school. Your choice.”

Chris paled... there obviously was going to be a spanking... it was her parents’ way, after all. After making *sure* there was reason to spank, first do it, then resolve the matter. There were pros and cons to both scenarios; if she did it tonight, the effects wouldn’t be quite so fresh, however it wouldn’t give her parents much time to calm down or decide on how the punishment would be administered. If she took it in the morning, it would be the exact opposite problem.

Still, she did not relish having to wait all night for the end to come, so she softly whispered: “Tonight, I guess...”

“Very well,” the woman said, and still not softening her now rigid expression, she approached Chris. She helped her up from the bed and quietly ordered her out of her shoes, pants and panties. Haley watched from the other side of the room, shaking his head imperceptibly, knowing that his wife was simply buying him time. Christy had screwed up big time, and soon he’d have to take care of it too. Again.

Rather shocked at how quickly things were going Chris complied in a reverie. Before long she was out of her clothing and standing quite nervously before her parents. Her bottom tingled as the breeze blew past it and she thought of how good the cool air was *going* to feel quite soon.

Haley leaned against the far wall as he watched his wife sit on the bed again and none too gently pull their daughter across her lap. One could see how upset she was too; she was just controlling it better. Christy whimpered, her quivering backside perked up on her right knee. A second later Carly raised her hand and delivered a flurry of hard, direct smacks to the full cheeks.

“Ooowww!” Chris whined right away, despite knowing it would be much worse before the night was through.

With the spanking underway, Carly found it in her to add a few remarks. “Now I’m talking in general...” she explained, not skipping a beat. “How dare you even think of deceiving us, Christine Marie?” Spank! Whack! Whap! etc.

“I’m sorry!!!” Chris cried, squirming just slightly. “I... don’t... knooooow!” The words came, struggling, in-between sobs and slaps.

“Not acceptable, missy!” Several blows fell on her bare thighs, pinking those too. “Either you were too scared, or deliberate. And I don’t like any of those.” Carly just kept spanking for all she was worth.

Christy sobbed, because deep inside, she knew that it had been both reasons behind her lying to her parents. Of course, she was also crying because the sting was building to a great intensity, and while Chris was no stranger to spankings, it didn’t make it all that much easier to take them.

Carly was no stranger to spankings either, even though that responsibility mostly rested with Haley; but this time she wasn’t even too sorry to be giving one to Christy, such was her disappointment. So she kept it up for another full minute before pausing.

“We’ve given you second chances, Chris, lots of them. You can’t deny this. I still don’t understand why you’d do this,” she said, keeping the crying girl over her lap.

“I told you!” Christy sobbed. “I was already afraid of what you were going to do... I thought it was better...” Chris could also tell there was a difference in her mother’s spanking this time. Normally her mother truly detested spanking her, but Chris wasn’t getting that feeling at all this time.

“I seem to remember,” Haley intervened, “that you got your bottom spanked for that. Wouldn’t it have been better to say the whole truth instead of having it blistered again tonight?”

The logic was simple, and yet uncompromising. Christy cried deeply as her father’s words cut deeply into her heart. She knew she had been stupid.

Without waiting for a reply, Haley left the room for a few seconds. When he re-entered, he was carrying the small, heavy-packed wooden paddle his wife had bought for them a few months earlier. Even in her position over her mother’s knees the girl could see her dad re-enter with that heavy paddle, and fear gripped her heart.

“Daddy... please...” she whined in a very scared tone.

“Yes Chris, we all know you deserve this. And it’s not the end of it, trust me.”

With that, he passed the small paddle on to his wife. Carly held Christy tight around her waist as she sobbed, for fear that she might try and slide off her lap, and placed the tool flat on her already pink backside. “You didn’t honestly expect to be forgiven on the spot, did you?” she said warmly.

Forlornly, and anxiously, Chris shook her head. She couldn’t help but tremble a bit at the feel of the smooth tool on her warmed buttocks. Its coolness felt good at the moment, but she knew that it wouldn’t last long.

And in fact it didn’t, when Carly lifted the implement and smacked it down across both of Christy’s cheeks with a loud SPLAT!! sound that reverberated throughout the room. It wasn’t that hard of a swat, but they all knew how much sting that little thing could pack in one single spank.

And sting it did! Chris sobbed at the heat quickly formed in the small circular area blossomed. She wasn’t quite ready to cry out, but with that dastardly instrument, she knew it wouldn’t take long – especially when Carly started applying it repeatedly to its target. The paddle went flying and landed with increasing intensity on Christy’s cheeks and sit-spots, leaving pink circles that would go red before the following one appeared.

“You... will... never... ever... EVER... even... think... of lying again, Christine!” Carly scolded as she spanked, hoping to make her feel the disappointment in her words.

With the increasing intensity of the words and the strokes Christy’s sobs went up several notches. The burning was horrific, and she was feeling awful for what she had done. “I woooooooooon’t!” she finally wailed as her mother’s latest scolding came to a close.

“I hope so for the sake of your backside,” was her mother’s final, threatening comment.

After that, she dedicated herself to spanking her daughter, picking up the pace and making sure every inch well was deeply reddened by the paddle. Haley stood beside the bed and watched, he too not feeling as bad as he’d had on other occasions. And still, anger couldn’t define what they were feeling. It was less specific a feeling, more like a general discontent, and more unpleasant.

Chris was wailing by this time. The throbbing in her bottom was incomprehensible and she didn’t know how she would ever manage to get through this. There wasn’t the insane of the belt, however, and that was the only thing that kept her going.

By this point she was beyond being able to apologise, she just get wailed and feebly kicked. “PLEASE Mama!” she begged, just about unable to utter the words, yet not quite.

It was only long after the distressed teenager had given up the fight that Carly stopped the paddling, though. Her goal was to leave a lasting impression, and judging from the glowing red hue in her bottom and how Chris was reacting, she had succeeded. The incident was too serious for her not to be severely punished, after all.

At long last, Carly put down the paddle and spoke to Chris over her sobbing. “Are you going to tell us everything from now on, and let us decide whether it’s important or not?”

The teenager feebly nodded her head, while just managing to get a pathetic “yessssss....” out. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in so much pain from a spanking – not even when she had told her parents about the trick she had pulled!

“I hope so...” was Carly’s equally feeble reply. She couldn’t bring herself to saying much more for the time being. The spanking had worn her out too, and now she was feeling strangely empty.

“Get up from your mother’s lap and go to the corner,” Haley said. “Hands on your head. You’ll stand there until bedtime. Understood?”

Christy shakily stood up, her legs quite weak. She wanted to rub her bottom so badly, but realized that now would not be a good time. She looked at her parents worriedly, for this was far worse than any spanking they could have given her. Slowly she nodded in affirmation to her father’s order, then placed her hands on her head. Feeling rather like a prisoner she made her way to the corner where she sobbed out her remorse and her fear for having messed up the whole relationship she had with her family. She did tend to see things as dooming, before or after a paddling.

Haley and Carly walked out and returned downstairs. Supper had lost all of its appeal of course, and they busied themselves with the dishes, not saying a word.

Only an hour later, on the living room couch, they let themselves talk about it.

“It’s almost time,” Carly said. It was only eight, but Chris was more often than not sent to bed earlier when punished.

“I know,” said Haley.

“Will you spank her?” she asked out of the blue.

He sighed. She’d been punished enough already... or had she? “I don’t know yet.” And with that that he slowly made his way upstairs, entered Christy’s room and walked to the corner where she stood. “Chris?” he called.

Chris flinched as she heard her name called, and began trembling. Still not daring to turn around to whimpered a small “Y-yes Daddy?”

He sat on her bed and smoothed his trousers. “Come here please, honey.”

Swallowing the lump that was rapidly forming in her throat she turned, finally lowering her arms after such a long time. Hesitatingly she made her way over to her bed until she stood before Haley, making sure to leave some space between them.

He noticed, but didn’t say a thing. “Christy... you know very well what you did by now, so I won’t waste any time repeating it. But, are you starting to understand the gravity of this?”

Chris looked down, tears spilling down her face again, and she silently nodded her head.

Haley nodded too, then took hold of her elbow and gently started to spin her around. “Here, let me see... your mother was pretty ticked off, you know?”

Softly sobbing she assisted in her 180 degree turn. Not wanting to ignore her father’s comment though, she whispered back. “Yeah... I know...” That her mother had been ticked had been made painfully clear!

Haley inspected Christy’s backside, which had progressed from the glowing red it had been to a slightly less pronounced hue. It hadn’t bruised much, though it had some, and in a moment he decided she could take more. She *had* taken more, in the past. That was all he needed in order to decide the next, and hopefully final, step of her punishment.

“I’m glad you realise. Now please put on some panties and go get a spoon.”

Chris’ eyes opened in fear. Before she could think it through she opened her mouth and spoke. “Daddy, please.. please don’t!”

“Christine Marie, I gave you an order and...” Haley started, but cut himself off. Instead, he drew the girl closer and said, more soothingly. “If you think this is undeserved, tell me now. Do you?”

Christy first tensed as she heard her full name, but slowly calmed down as her father did so as well. She thought about what she was being asked. She wanted more than anything to just say it was unfair, that she’d been punished plenty, but something stopped her. She wasn’t sure she could live with herself if she ended it now. Quickly, before her nerve failed her, she sighed sadly then shook her head.

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Haley, nodding slowly. He looked into her eyes and smiled just a little, but got no response. He knew it would hard for her to acknowledge his sympathy, though he hoped she did see it. “Okay honey, I’ll wait here.”

Looking back, Chris *would* acknowledge her father’s understanding, but at the time it was just too difficult to do so. Still sobbing she turned around and went to a drawer to pick a pair of loose-fitting white underwear, wondering why he was making her wear some if the punishment wasn’t over. They never had a problem with exposure, and frankly, neither had she. Kinda.

Then she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, rather hunched over, holding onto herself. With her eyes fixated on the wooden floor, she approached Carly and spoke with a quivering voice.

 “Mama... I... that is... Daddy wants a spoon.”

Carly looked up at her daughter and her heart broke in pieces. Not that she regretted spanking her like she had, or that her husband apparently wanted to reinforce the lesson... but her daughter’s distress was never easy to bear, however needed and deserved like in that frame.

“I see. Well, why don’t we get one and we get back upstairs together then, hmm?” she said, rising from the couch and walking to the kitchen with her, an arm around her small, shaking shoulders.

Incapable of doing anything but nodding, Chris followed in her mother’s shadow, rather glad that she was to have her support up there. After Carly had quickly produced what Christy considered to be a wicked-looking wooden spoon with a long handle, the two began the trek back up to the young teen’s bedroom.

The spoon was actually quite formidable, as Carly knew that Haley would want something to make his point with. Slowly they climbed up the stairs, the woman noticing the state of Chris’s already well-marked backside. She knew her husband was reasonable, though. She noticed the girl was wearing panties, too, and that could only mean one thing.

Finally they walked in, and she handed him the tool. Haley took it from her hand with a small nod, then turned to Christy. “Please lie flat on the bed, honey.”

Chris stared at her father a little confusedly. She had so rarely been spanked in the diapering position and so muddled was her mind that she couldn’t think it through. In a daze, however, she finally got up and lay down on her bed as asked.

The girl’s hesitation betrayed her surprise, but still, her parents waited until she was properly positioned. Then Haley approached, moved the spoon to his right hand and with the left he gently took hold of Christy’s socked ankles, pulling them up to form a ninety degree angle. Carly sat at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. Chris’ face paled as she realized what was about to happen. Before the first spank even hit she began whimpering, clearly scared, but also not wanting to beg... at least not yet.

Her wait wasn’t long, though. Without reinforcing the scolding in any way, Haley brought the spoon up (or sideways, one should say) and smacked Christy’s partly-exposed right sit-spot with the convex side of the spoon. It left a circular red splotch. On top of her previously paddled bottom, that spoon caused stinging agony. Unable to help herself she cried out “noooo!” despite the fact that she knew her dad was only beginning.

And he truly was, for the spoon found its way to Christy’s sit-spots and upper thighs a multitude of times in the next few minutes. Haley made sure he spanked thoroughly, though he did hold back some given that she was punished already. As the sting and ache slowly built, Chris first started to struggle, clenching wildly at the sheets and begging. Finally she was just a sobbing mess, nearly all her energy used up.

The sobbing told Haley that she was indeed well-spanked – as if the bruises starting to appear weren’t enough of a sign. After another, final dozen he stopped, and let go of her ankles. Quickly Carly stood and reached for her daughter, and knelt aside the bed.

“It’s okay baby... cry all you want.”

Christy flung her arms around her mother, glad to be getting comfort at last. Finally it looked like she could put this whole thing behind her. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed brokenly into Carly’s neck. “So, so sorry...”

“I know honey, and we know you will never do it again,” Carly cooed in her ear as Christy lay flat on her tummy on the bed, still hugging her mother.

From his standing position, Haley nodded, and though his face was firmer, he repeated: “Yes, we’re sure you never will...” and with that, he began to unbuckle his belt.

Christy’s eyes opened wide in fear and she turned around, still clutching her mother. “DADDY! NO!!!! You CAN’T!” she nearly screamed frantically. “You PROMISED! Daddy...” she sobbed, scared and confused beyond belief.

Haley expected such an outburst, and so he remained calm. Carly, on the other hand, gave him a puzzled look and was as surprised as her daughter – though of course not as sickeningly scared.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell any more lies either, Christine,” Haley said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to whip you with this. You will roll over and receive ONE swat, to teach you how much it hurts when promises are broken and lies are told.”

Carly relaxed considerably at this, and then she turned to face her daughter to inspect her reaction. Chris couldn’t prevent the horrific shakes that were taking over her body. True, she had to admit it could be worse, but how did she know he wasn’t lying to her again? She made teary eye contact with her mother.

“H...h...hold m...me?” she asked pathetically, not sure she could do it on her own.

Both Haley and Carly could read the distrust in her eyes, and ironically, that was the whole point to that symbolic and yet harsh lesson.

“Of course...” Carly said at that pitiful request, she too at a loss for words for the time being. She assisted her daughter in the process of lying on her tummy again, and gently rubbed her shoulders and hair... exactly like she had that summer on the cruise ship...

Haley too realised that was a similar situation, and shivered a little. He was firm in his intent, though, and raised the belt. Down it came in a swift arc, finally making contact with the quavering panty-clad bottom. The cracking sound echoed throughout the room. CRACK!!

Chris screamed; she couldn’t help herself. With the built up fear she really couldn’t control her reaction. She remained tense, just sure she would feel another lash coming down on her bottom again, but there was none forthcoming. Still, she couldn’t force herself to relax, and instead just lay there and sobbed.

Carly gripped the teen’s shoulders hard when the belt made contact, and when it was done, she just cuddled with her, whispering “shh it’s okay” in her ear. Her look to Haley said something between “that was it, right?” and “did you really *have* to do that?”, but she knew that was the most important lesson of all, and that it would be cherished in the future.

Eventually he wore the belt again and sat on the bed, rubbing Christy’s back too.

At first Chris flinched as she felt the extra set of hands on her back, but she didn’t make any move to prevent it, like she had on the Annabel Lee. “I... I’m sorry... please no more...” she kept whispering softly, almost inaudibly.

“No more, honey. It was only one,” Haley said.

Though Carly still didn’t thoroughly agree, she backed him up. She kissed Christy’s cheek and forehead and repeated: “Only one. You understood the reason, right?”

The petite teen really didn’t want to say that she did. It took her quite some time before she could even acknowledge her mother. But she did, deep down, understand the lesson that was trying to be imparted. Unable to trust herself to speak she slowly just nodded instead.

“Okay honey. Here, let me get you ready for bed,” said Carly, every trace of anger towards her daughter now vanished too. These spankings, as hard as they were, were therapeutic and useful not only for the kid.

Haley caught the not-too-subtle hint for him to leave and let them alone, and he reached for Christy and kissed her. “I love you princess... it’s all over. Sleep now, we’ll talk tomorrow.” And he walked out of the room.

Chris shakily began to rise to her feet, stumbling a little, landing back on her bed... on her bottom. Unable to help it she let out a loud sob before she slowly rose to her feet once more. She was quite glad that her mother was willing to help her get changed that night; she wouldn’t have trusted herself to do it on her own.

And help her she did, taking off the rest of her clothes and flinging some properly loose nightwear over her head. By the time Chris was dressed in her night gown her weeping had subsided to soft crying instead of those heavy sobs.

Carly gently helped her under the covers and kissed her forehead again. “You okay?”

That was honestly a rather silly question to ask someone who has been through something as painful as all that, but still Christy nodded and gave a small smile. “Yeah...” she whispered, her voice trailing off. Looking back at Carly she added, “T-tell Daddy I love him, okay?”

Carly turned around as she walked towards the door, nodded and smiled back. “I will. And believe me, he loves you too.”

Chris smiled her understanding then lay there, trying to ignore the intense burning ache in her bottom. Despite the pain there was no way she could fight the exhaustion that had taken over her because of the ordeal, and before long she had cried herself to sleep.

~*~

“Yeah... She told us... A little more than an hour ago.” Carly sighed as she held the phone receiver and spoke to her sister Faith.

Sitting on the living room armchair, Haley looked over at his wife, trying to make out the conversation. The news that Faith had known everything all along had been shocking at first: when she called, he couldn’t believe that a responsible adult would keep this hidden from them too. But as soon as Faith told of the ultimatum she’d given Chris, both parents realised it had been a hard confession to make on their daughter’s side, and praised the youthful Aunt for how she’d handled it.

“Did you guys spank her hard, sis?” Faith asked, almost afraid to know.

“Quite, yes.”

“Aww... well... nothing she didn’t deserve, but still...”

“I know, believe me. I won’t sleep well tonight. Not as bad as she, but... you know.”

“Yeah. When are you going to tell the Police?”

“First thing tomorrow morning. We’ll see how it goes from there.”

Haley nodded, and said: “It’s probably going to take time... unless they arrest us on the spot.”

Carly rolled her eyes, and repeated: “Haley says it’s going to take some time.”

“I know. Hey, I can ask around at the office, can’t I?” Faith was a lawyer, albeit a young one.

“Sure. That will be appreciated.”

“Okay then. Let you know tomorrow. ‘Night sis. Kiss your beautiful daughter for me, okay?”

“I will. Thanks. Goodnight Faith.”

Carly hung the receiver and went to sit with Haley on the armchair. He moved on to the side to make room for her, and they stayed like that hugging, with their eyes closed.

“She’ll come out of it,” she said suddenly, after several minutes.

“I’m sure we all will,” he replied. But they were both worried.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the authors’ point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the authors’ knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The authors do not necessarily endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

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