As he walked past the glass revolving doors of the JCFAY (the Jefferson Centre For Active Youth, which Christy attended for recreation activities since she was very young), Haley could barely control his nervousness. What he had been told on the phone was simply incredible; he just refused to believe that his daughter, his sweet and mild-mannered Christy, might have been responsible of such a heinous act. But apparently, and according to the JCFAY responsible, she, another girl and a boy had been threatening, even physically, a slightly younger lad who wanted to join their club, finally convincing him to fold back – but not before reporting the most unpleasant event. It was just so not Christy-like to do such a thing, that Haley wondered if he knew his daughter very well like he thought he did, after all.

He walked to the large white counter in the JCFAY entrance hall and asked the receptionist to see his daughter... but a few seconds later he noticed she was sitting right there, not ten feet from him, apparently waiting.

“Christy,” he said as he walked to her. “So?”

Christy hung her head in shame, unable to meet her father’s questioning gaze. “I... I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, honest. Daddy, please, I just didn’t want things to change! This kid would’ve made the literary club so bad, I just couldn’t imagine having to live with it. I always loved the group, but he would have made it so dumb... Things got a little out of hand, true... I shouldn’t have threatened him, but just talking to him wasn’t getting through to him! And I wasn’t alone in this, you know!”

Shaking his head, Haley still refused to believe it. “No way you did that. You actually threatened him with... what?... if he didn’t leave the club? And who else is involved in this? And how long has it been going on?” Just there and then he realised that he was raising his voice and that pretty much everyone in the hall was looking towards them, which was making Christy blush, so he approached her and hissed: “Get in the car right now, do you understand? You owe me a thorough explanation.”

Terror suddenly gripped Christy’s heart as she saw the glint in his eyes, and heard his yelling, which was something he never did in a public place unless it was really, really bad. She gulped, but finally nodded and got up on quivery legs, heading for the car.

Walking back out in the sunny afternoon, Haley opened the car door for his daughter and let her in, then slammed it, perhaps harder than he intended to. He rode the car himself, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine, all with quite nervous gestures.

“So, when did it start? Whose idea was it?” he said as he drove out of the parking lot and onto the half-deserted streets.

Christy shifted as close to the door as she could, as if the extra inches between her and her father would actually help. She was already quietly crying; she had never seen him this angry.

“The whole thing started about two months ago,” she started explaining, with an insecure voice. “Elise, Shawn and I started by just talking to him about it, then giving him verbal hints. That didn’t do anything, so we got together and planned what we could do. I don’t know ultimately whose idea it really was to threaten him physically with the notes... it was pretty much a group decision...” By now the fourteen-year-old was shaking and sobbing.

Haley shook his head in utter disappointment as he kept driving. He was hurt by such a bully-like behaviour, and even more so since it came from his daughter, usually such a friendly girl.

“I can’t believe you even thought about participating in such a thing, Christy,” he said, moving his eyes between her and the street. “And I really hope for your sake that it wasn’t you to suggest it. Not that it matters, as of now: you’re already in enough trouble as it is.”

The rest of the drive home was very fast – since the JCFAY was only five minutes from the house, which was soon in sight – and very silent, with none of them saying a word. Once they had pulled into the garage, Christy got out and made her way into the kitchen, shaking a bit. She had no idea where to go, or what to say or do, so she just stood in the entrance, waiting for instructions. Her head was hanging in shame and apprehension, and her shoulders were wracked with sobs.

After closing the garage box, Haley reached his daughter in the kitchen and without thinking twice turned her around and smacked her jeans-clad bottom twice, as hard as he could.

“I’m way too upset to deal with you right now, young lady, so I suggest you go to your room and don’t even think about leaving unless you need to use the bathroom. I’ll be up later,” he said, and he got himself something cold from the fridge.

Christy was more scared than she had ever been in her life. Honest to God, she had never seen her dad like this. She opened her mouth to say something, but she wisely shut it, and ran upstairs to her room, slamming the door, and then she flung herself on the bed. She clutched her pillow and sobbed, waiting the ‘hours’ she was left there to while her dad cooled down.

Through many years, Haley knew better than to spank Christy when in anger, and he never did – which was a very, very good thing for her. He basically never lost his temper in general, but if there was something he didn’t tolerate was bullying and grouping against one, so that really had made him flip. He spent almost a hour in his study, trying to relax and calm down, and when he finally did, he walked up to Christy’s room and knocked on the door.

The girl jerked up at the sharp rapping on her door. Her breath quickened and she just barely got a soft, “Come in, Daddy.”

And in he came, and closed the door behind him. Haley sat on her bed, his face quite expressionless, though his discomfort was pretty obvious. “Christy, do you remember the incident with Jennifer Hartford in fourth grade?”

Christy bit her lip, her cheeks flaming with shame, while she just nodded her head, her loose, long hair falling into her eyes.

He nodded. “I really didn’t like it when you and... Kelly Beals?... were making fun of that poor child because she couldn’t read well. I thought the belting I gave you that evening would fix that problem, and it looked like it did... until now, at least.” He spoke calmly and firmly throughout.

Christy’s sobbing went up a notch. “Daddy... please, I made a mistake. I’m so sorry... I know better, really I do... please...”

“It really doesn’t look like you do, Chris,” he said, shaking his head. “But you are right, you made a mistake. And if that sound belting didn’t help, well, I hope an equally sound paddling will.”

Her pulse went up a notch too, her heart feeling like it was fluttering in her chest, like a drunken butterfly. “Daddy, please... no... please don’t...” She had every right to fear a paddling from her father, and her defence mechanisms were going into effect.

Haley raised her chin so that she would look straight in his eye. “Christine Marie Brimley, you are getting a sound bare-bottom spanking with my hand now, and after that, it will be the paddle, am I making myself clear, young lady?” he said, quite stern, but not raising his voice.

Normally she used her eyes imploringly to get her father to change his mind, but this time she could see the determined look, which was one that she knew meant he would never change his mind over this. Finally she managed to choke out a “yes sir.”

“That’s good. You know how I like it much better when you accept your punishment,” he said, nodding. “Now up you get, and stand in front of me, please.”

Sobbing, Christy got up from her perch, came around and stood in front of her father. Her legs were shaking so bad that she could barely stand, but she knew for her sake she could not go against her father’s orders. As for Haley, there were few things in the world he hated more than spanking his daughter, but he was also sure of its effectiveness, so he steeled himself and proceeded to unsnap and unbutton the girl’s jeans, having them fall to her ankles. Then he lowered her underwear, lecturing as he did so:

“I want this lesson to be exemplary to you, my child, because what you did is disgraceful and must not, I repeat, NOT happen again.”

Christy’s cheeks reddened upon becoming bare in front of her father, even though he had seen her far too many times for her to recall. But she was listening to his lecture, and knew that it would be best to agree with him, and promptly.

“It won’t, Daddy,” she said softly. “I promise I won’t...” Then her voice failed her, and she just stood there, waiting to be given instructions to place herself over her father’s lap.

Haley took her panties all the way down, and then off along with her jeans, then he took her hands and spoke gently. “I love you, sweetheart, and I want this to be a lesson that you will never, ever forget in your life. You’re getting too old to be spanked perhaps, but things like this make me change my mind about that, and I still think you can learn a lot from this. Now come across my knees, come on.”

Christy found comfort in her father’s reminding her that she was still loved; perhaps at the moment she didn’t agree with the comment on spanking still doing her good, although upon looking back on it she would concur. For now, she unsteadily stepped out of her clothes, squeezed her eyes shut, opened them, and then minced her way over to her father’s side, where she finally let herself down over his lap.

It broke his heart to see his child so afraid, but he wished – and knew, deep down – that she was scared of the spanking and the pain, and not scared of him. That would be something he could never bear, and once again he hoped he was doing the right thing. But he didn’t question himself on that any longer when he saw the petite target well-positioned over his lap, and without thinking twice, he raised his hand and started spanking Christy with a fast, steady pace.

*whack whack whack*

She yelped with each sharp smack, amazed at how quickly the spanks were coming and landing on her tender tush. Haley kept up the spanking hard and fast, knowing he had to make an impression from the very first part of her punishment.

*whack whack whack*

He reached about thirty smacks – Christy’s bottom was now painted a rosy pink – and still he kept it up, pressing down with his left elbow on her back to keep her in place. By now, in between sobs, Christy was crying out.

“Daddy, please stop! Daddy!!!!”

She normally didn’t like to beg or squirm around, but today was just different somehow. She knew she deserved this, but perhaps because of the gravity of her misdemeanour, it seemed like he was being far harsher than usual. It wasn’t true, but to her, it seemed as such.

Despite her pleas and many sobs, Haley still kept on spanking on her bare buttocks, concentrating some of the hardest smacks on the tender flesh of her upper thighs, and even some on her sit-spot. He knew this must hurt terribly, and he really felt for her, but he was a thorough spanker and didn’t leave any area untouched. Each time he focused on those tender areas, Christy would really cry out, and finally, in her attempts at squirming, he right hand came back to protect herself. She knew better, but her mind had just stopped working, instead just concentrating on the pain. She jerked it back, praying her father would not be angry with her. Haley saw her hand just in time when she brought it back, and managed to avoid it by one inch at most. He stopped right away.

“Christy, you know better than to do that, it may hurt really much and may not be safe if I smack your hand,” he explained for the Nth time. “Give me both of your hands, young lady.”

“Daddy, please, I’ll be good,” she promised, all the while slowly relinquishing the ‘power’ of having control over her own limbs to her father.

“I know, this is not a punishment, it’s a safety measure,” he said matter-of-factly as he blocked her wrists in his left hand and pinned then into the small of her back and out of the way. Then he resumed spanking, a bit harder than before, knowing she would notice.

And in fact she squealed right away: “Owieeeeeee... Daddy! No more! Please... not so harrrrd....”

Sobs started to wrack her slender body as she simply waited for her father to tire, or at least believe it was time to quit. But Haley had no intention to quit any time soon, and kept whacking away at her bare rump, thirty or so more hard smacks, until he saw that Christy’s skin had become of a very dark pink, tending to red. It was indeed one of the hardest hand-spankings he had ever delivered, and seeing it was having the desired effect, he stopped and let his daughter catch her breath.

It actually took Christy over a minute to fully realise that her father had stopped, and a good minute after that to calm down enough to listen to anything he had to say. Haley let her calm down and start breathing normally again, helping that by rubbing her back in slow circles.

“It’s okay honey, it’s over for now... come here,” and he took her under her armpits in order to sit her up on his lap.

While appreciative of the tender affection she was receiving, she yelped loudly when she made contact with her father’s lap. Haley hugged Christy very tight, and kept rubbing her back until some of her crying would die down, while shifting her body so that her bottom would be between his legs and therefore not make contact with them. Christy gave a small smile to show her appreciation of that, and clung tightly to his neck. Within seconds, her sobbing became just steady, but soft, crying.

“You know how I hate this all, hon,” Haley said, speaking in her ear, “but what you did is just not acceptable, and you must be punished severely for that... you do realise this, don’t you?”

Christy’s sobs renewed slightly upon hearing this, but it was true. She couldn’t deny that she deserved every bit of this. Finally she managed to stutter out:

“Y-yes sir. B-but I’m s-s-so sorry!” With that she buried her face in her father’s neck, wishing she never had to leave the safety and comfort of his warm embrace.

“Shh, shh... I know you are, baby, I know... this is good, really, it is,” he said. “It would be much worse if you didn’t even realise it, hmm?”

He knew his daughter was a very, very smart and clever girl, who only occasionally had such slips, which needed to be dealt with quite firmly, though, and it was just what he did. Christy’s heart warmed a bit at her father’s praise, and she nodded. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder just how bad this paddling was that she had coming.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out...

“Christy, honey,” Haley said, breaking their hug though he wouldn’t want to either. “I want you to go to your mother’s closet and get the paddle out – the big one – then bring it back here, clear?”

Christy’s eyes widened. How she had hoped that her father would find her ‘My Little Pony paddle’ that was so small and thin to be sufficient. She knew she shouldn’t argue, but before she had fully thought her way through it the begging began.

“Daddy, please... not that paddle! The pony paddle hurts plenty. PLEASE...” She looked at him with a pleading glance, her tear-stained face showing her fear of that larger, nasty paddle.

Haley shook his head, a firm expression on his face now: “No, Christine. I said that paddle, and you are going to get that paddle, is that clear?” he said in a no-nonsense tone. “The pony paddle will do for minor things, and true, it stings a lot, but I want this to be a lesson you do not forget easily... how many times have I used the big paddle, hmm? Two, if I recall. It always worked.”

Christy hung her head. It was true; her father had only used it twice, and she had never committed those crimes again. Shaking, she rose, threw him one last puppy-dog-eyed look, but upon seeing the firm expression still plastered upon his face, she slowly made her way across the hall and into her parents’ bedroom, and then to her mother’s walk-in closet. There, she pulled out the heavy, twelve-inches long and half-a-inch thick, dreaded instrument, and remember just how badly it made her bottom burn and throb. She knew it wouldn’t bode well for her, however, if she took too long, so she finally walked back and re-entered her room, dragging her feet all the while.

“Here, Daddy,” she whispered as she passed the heavy piece of wood to him, again looking straight into his eyes, trying to arise some last-minute mercy – which did not come, of course.

Taking the instrument from her, Haley gave Christy a little smile, hoping this would reassure her at least a little – though he knew nothing on Earth was even remotely comforting when you’re about to get a sound paddling with that, and on an already-spanked bottom.

“Thank you, Chris,” he said, simply.

Then he rose, grabbed one of his daughter’s pillows and positioned it on the bedpost at the end of her bed. He pointed it to her, without speaking. She squeezed her eyes together for a moment, knowing exactly what was expected of her, but still need to work up the courage she needed. She had noticed the small smile from her father, but it hadn’t done much to dispel the fear that was building up. Finally she went on over to the end of the bed, deciding that nothing would help her gain anymore courage. It took her a minute to get herself properly positioned, but eventually she was in the desired position, with her hands clasped before her in prayer, and in an attempt to keep her from reaching back.

After many years, Haley knew that Christy knew what it was expected of her – paddlings “with the big one” were rare, yes, but also her strappings were administered in that position for the most part, so she knew what to do. He noticed how her feet barely touched the ground, and how she was on tiptoes. Taking a deep breath, he moved to her left and stood there, considering the distance.

“You are getting fourteen swats, Christy. One per every year... do you understand?”

Christy gave a little cry of despair at this pronouncement. She could only imagine what shape her poor bottom was going to be in by the end of those fourteen. She didn’t trust herself to speak so she simply nodded her comprehension.

Haley usually required to be answered to a direct question with at least a “yes”, or a “yes sir”, if possible... but in this one occasion, he let it slip. He just waited some more seconds, then brought the paddle back a couple of feet away from Christy’s bottom and cracked it down pretty hard across her bare, already-pink backside with a loud CRACK!

It took a couple of seconds for the pain to fully build, but once it had, the burning, once again, took Christy by surprise. It had been two years since she had last felt the pain of this paddle, and she couldn’t believe how much it hurt. How she was going to get through thirteen more of these she didn’t know. She opened her mouth to cry out, but it caught her throat. She clutched on the bedspread as hard as she could, glad that at least her father hadn’t mentioned her having to keep from reaching back, this time.

Haley saw the pain she was in and his heart broke again. He too had forgotten what it meant to spank his beloved daughter with that thing, and he had honestly hoped in his heart that it was never necessary to do such a thing again. But it was, and so he steeled himself and brought the paddle back again. While the blotch from the previous swat went dark pink and then red, he delivered the second one, again across both buttocks, a tad lower.

This time Christy’s voice didn’t fail her: “Daddy!!!!!!!!!” she cried out loud. Even though she didn’t face extra swats for reaching back, she still knew that wasn’t a good idea, especially with this paddle, and so she twisted the comforter in knots. She was sobbing harder than she could last remember and wanted nothing more than this awful punishment to be over, no matter how much she deserved it.

“I know, honey, I know...” was all he could say.

He knew he was sounding stupid, but there was nothing intelligent he could say that would help, so he just delivered the third swat to the lower portion of her bottom, the sit-spot, and because of that, he kept this one blow reasonably milder. Christy wouldn’t have been able to guess that her father had kept the strength down, though, because it still hurt like the dickens, especially since he had focused a good portion of the handspanking on that area of her anatomy.

This time she yelled out real loud: “Noooo! Please no more! God help me!” she wailed.

For a moment, Haley thought about reminding her she still had eleven smacks to go through, but thought it cruel and useless at the moment, so he said and did nothing despite her desperate cry and pleas, nothing but wait some ten seconds and then strike again, delivering the fourth, fifth and sixth blows in quick succession to the upper part of her bum, three quite moderate but rapid-fire swats.

Christy had bent her right leg up a bit after the third swat, but she simply wailed as she felt all those three land almost on top of each other. How she was going to get through the rest of this she didn’t know. She just lay there, sobbing helplessly, wishing for some miracle that would stop the punishment, even though she knew deep down that she was going to have to go through with it.

Unmoved by her wailing – although, deep down, he was, oh he was... – Haley waited some before charging the seventh stroke. He could see Christy’s bottom was turning an uniform shade of red now; her being quite petite in size made the paddle cover almost all of her bottom, and hence the colour well-spread all over. Haley swung his arm way back and smacked the paddle down hard across both cheeks again, in the central part, making it seven and halfway through.

“Ahhhh!” she nearly screamed with this last, hard stroke, the pain so intense it stung her eyes.

“Honey, you can stand and rub for a little, if you want...” he conceded, matter-of-factly.

It took her a minute for her father’s words to make sense, but when they did, she pushed herself up from her perch and began to gently rub, giving a questioning look at him through her sobs. Perhaps he really meant it when he said he hates to do this, she thought to herself. Even though the rubbing was fruitless, it still was appreciated. Slowly she got her sobs under control some, so that they didn’t wrack her whole body.

Haley approached her and kissed her forehead, sad at seeing her face distorted from so much pain and crying. He gently spun her around to inspect the damage, and saw that that last smack had created a very thin, small dark-red area on her right buttock, probably where most of the force from the impact had been absorbed. She was starting to bruise on that side, and he wanted to avoid that if possible, so he did something quite unusual by telling her:

“Chris, go to the corner, and stay there for five minutes. Then we’ll do the second half.”

Surprised, Christy gave him a curious glance. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the break... normally she would hate to spend time in the corner, but in this case, she appreciated it... but this was so uncharacteristic of her father! Nevertheless, she did make her way to the corner, still rubbing her bottom with gentle kneading of her fingers. She wondered as she stood there what could have made him make this decision, but she also decided that it would be best not to question it too much.

It was indeed very unusual of him to allow some time off in-between a spanking, but he meant this one spanking to be particularly thorough, and so he thought Christy might appreciate some rest before the second part, which would be harder than the first, though she did not know – not yet anyway. He also needed some time to catch his own breath, which he did, using the full five minutes to relax and calm down. After the time was up, he called her out of her corner.

“Chris? Come here, please. Lie over the bedpost again, honey...”

Christy’s sobs renewed to a slight degree at the instruction, but she slowly made her way back to the bed. She gave her father one more fleeting glance, again fruitless, and then lay back over the bedpost, her toes just barely touching the ground. She buried her face in the comforter, and grasped the cloth with her hands, anxiously awaiting – and dreading – the second half of the punishment, wishing it was just over already.

When she threw him that glance, he had felt like icing, but he had just shaken his head slightly, as to say: ‘No, it’s not over yet and I’m not letting you off’. She was so good, though, to endure such a punishment so well. She cried and sobbed and yelled, yes, and that was expected, but she hadn’t reached back and was trying her best not to plead: that was more than enough already.

Casting the thoughts aside, Haley positioned himself at her right this time, and practised a few back-hand swings, but found he couldn’t get a firm grip on the paddle that way, so he shifted it to his left hand and tried again, and this time he was satisfied. So he charged the eighth blow and said:

“Get a grip, Chris,” then SLAMmed the paddle down quite hard on her sit-spot, so that about half of it smacked on the lowest curve of her bottom and the other half on the her very upper thighs.

“Aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” she screamed, shocked by the veracity of the blow. “Daddy... please!!!!!!!!” Her hands kneaded the comforter, wanting so badly to reach back to rub away some of the sting, but knowing better than to do so.

“It’s alright, baby...” he said, more like a whisper that she most probably could not hear, drowned as it was in the sea of her sobbing. Again he decided to keep the talking to a minimum, and raised the paddle again after the usual ten-seconds wait, delivering the ninth, hard smack to the relatively untouched, tender flesh of her full thighs.

“Noooooo,” she cried, totally not expecting the blow to land where it did. Her hand raised itself in the effort to reach back, but she quickly brought it back again, determined to not reach back. Haley noticed the movement of her hand and took a deep breath. Though not instructed not to, Christy knew very well he would be disappointed if she reached back, so he appreciated the effort. But he still charged another blow, the tenth, and had it land on her bottom, mostly on the left cheek.

“Eeeek!” she squealed before sobbing broken-heartedly. She still had four more to go, and she didn’t know how she could possibly manage to get through them.

And in fact, Haley reminded her: “Only four more, Christy,” and with that, after waiting like always, he whacked the paddle down hard across both of her cheeks with the eleventh SMACK!

Even though she knew her father hated her to beg, all of a sudden she couldn’t restrain herself: “Owie!!!!!!!!! Daddy, please stop now! I can’t take it... God I just can’t take it. Please, Daddy!”

“Enough of that, Christine,” he said. It did hurt to hear her beg like that, but he also knew he needed to be strict now, or it would be worse for them both. “You still have three more to go, head down and bottom up, do you understand, young lady?” he said, putting some emotion into it.

Christy just sobbed for a minute, not able to bring herself to comply with the harshness of his orders. Finally she managed to say, “y-y-yes sssir...” as she got back into position.

Haley noticed how her bottom was now of a bright cherry red, and some bruising had started on both sides. Nothing that wouldn’t heal in 24 hours anyway, but still... He shook his head, and didn’t wait a second longer than necessary, this time, wishing to end it as soon as possible just as much as she did, if not more, so he whacked the paddle down quite hard for the twelfth time, right on her sit-spot.

This time Christy lost control of her hands. While yelling something not totally comprehensible, her right hand shot back to her throbbing sit-spot. She realised her mistake, but not until after the crime had been committed. She quickly pulled it back before her, and yelled...

“Daddy, I’m sorry... please... don’t be mad... I-I’m soooo sorry Daddy!”

... but before she could even finish the sentence, Haley had brought the paddle back again, and smacked it down on the very spot Christy’s hand had rubbed – it wasn’t a very hard swat, but he was sure the surprise of it and the fact that it struck a freshly-paddled area was driving the point home to her that rubbing was not allowed.

“We still have two to go, Christy,” he said.

Christy was shocked at both the pain and what her father had said. “Daddy! You never said there would be extras this time... Please... Daddy...!”

“After ten years, Christy, you’re supposed to know there will be at least one extra for every time you reach back and/or move out of position,” he explained quietly. “Please don’t do it again, I’m not sure your bum can take many more than two, as of now”, he added.

Christy sobbed at the (apparent) unfairness of it all. Still, she found it in her to say: “I promise Daddy, I won’t... I s-still think you’re being unfair by doing this, b-but I promise I won’t do it again.” She realised after she had said it that she probably shouldn’t be complaining while in the current situation, but it had just come out before she had thought through it all the way.

The word ‘unfair’ had started a flow of emotions inside of Haley, the first of which was anger. He was tempted to add not one, but two more extra smacks, but as soon as he let reason overcome his emotions, he of course did not. Instead, he simply said: “Very well. If you can deal with this ‘unfairness’ you think you are being subject to, then you’re an even better girl than I already thought you were.” And with that he raised the paddle and smacked it down for the thirteenth time.

When she felt the next swat she squealed and raised up on her tip-toes after the paddle had left her bottom. She sobbed into the bed, waiting for the final swat to come... and she was surprised she wasn’t in further trouble. She knew better than to say what she had, or at least when she had, and his reaction had truly shocked her. In fact, Haley was about to consider that as a further infraction, but instead of adding an extra smack, he delivered the fourteenth and last one very hard, aimed to her sit-spot, and not waiting the usual ten seconds, but just enough to say:

“I hope you won’t think this unfair when you think back of it, Christine Marie...” CRRACCKK!!

Christy screamed as loudly as she could. She felt sure that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. All she knew was pain. Physical pain, and emotional. It wasn’t that she thought the whole punishment was unfair; just that last swat! Especially considering how hard it was! She lay there, weeping bitter tears, waiting to be told that she could get up and soothe her throbbing buttocks.

After dropping the paddle on the bed, right before her eyes, Haley waited too, and he let her stay in position for at least a couple of minutes, until her sobbing had gone down some decibels. He inspected her derriere, meanwhile, and found it slightly bruised as he would think, especially from that last smack, which had arisen two nasty-looking purplish welts.

“You may stand and rub, honey,” he said in a calm voice after a while.

Slowly the teen got up, her legs rather wobbly. Her hands found their way to her tortured derriere, and began massaging the two mounds of flesh.

“I’m sorry that I did this Daddy,” she finally choked out. “I didn’t think the whole punishment who unfair, you know,” she added, desperate for him to understand and not be angry. “You just hadn’t said you’d punish me further for reaching back, and you always do...” She looked beseechingly up at her father, hoping he would understand to some degree where she was coming from.

Haley nodded, and gave her a little smile as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. She was really quite a mess, but had endured it quite well after all: “I apologise for not reminding you, hon, but as I said, you should know better by now,” he explained. “And I’m glad you don’t think the whole spanking was unjust, because it was deserved. But if I were you, I wouldn’t use the word ‘unfair’ when talking to me ever again, understood?”

In between sobs, she managed to get out, “I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset you. I didn’t know it was wrong to use that word. Please believe me...” She looked up with him with a pleading look in her eyes, wanting nothing more than to be forgiven and loved after such a harsh punishment.

“I do believe you, honey,” Haley said. “I’ll believe you were in so much pain that it just slipped, I know how it can be. And it’s not because you must shut up or something, I’d just hate it if I knew you really think I’m unfair. C’mere now,” and instead of waiting for her to walk to him, he walked to her and enclosed her small body in his arms, hugging her tight and kissing the top of her head.

Christy clung to her father for all she was worth, needing this more than anything else. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she cried softly into his shoulder. “Please forgive me, Daddy...”

“Of course I forgive you,” he said. “You made a mistake, and you have been punished for it. It’s all over now. And know that I never loved you an ounce less despite everything,” he added, knowing how she wanted to feel, and feeling the exact same himself.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she replied, still hugging him tight and soaking his shirt with her tears.

While still hugging, Haley spoke softly in her ear. “No corner or anything, this time... but tonight, before bed at least, you’ll write an apology letter to that boy whatshisname, alright?”

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied about the corner. After a quick sigh, she also said, “And I’ll get to that letter soon. I guess I really DO owe him an apology, huh?”

“Yes, you most definitely do, Chris.” He detached from her and looked in her eye, while drying her tears with his fingers, gently. “That wasn’t a nice thing to do at all, and...” he stopped at mid-sentence. “No, I am sure you know everything about that. You learnt your lesson, I am confident.”

Chris smiled at her father for trusting her. “You’re right, Daddy,” she replied. “I really did learn my lesson. I feel positively awful for what I did. I don’t like the kid, but it wasn’t right of me to do what I did to him. You don’t need to worry about me doing that again with anyone... and not just because I’m afraid of what you’ll do to my bottom if I do!”

Haley smiled, and gave Christy a big kiss on her still teary, flushed cheek. “That’s my girl. I’m sorry I had to be so harsh on you, but it is beautiful to see you understand the reason behind it. You really make me proud of you when you say that... and in case you’re wondering, you’re never a disappointment to me. Well, just a bit, at times,” he winked. “How about going for a walk now, hmm?”

Christy smiled too, and nodded. “Yeah... just give me a minute to freshen up a bit, okay Dad?” she asked. She already knew she would be slipping on a loose sundress that was long enough that it didn’t require panties. She just didn’t feel like having anyone see her still looking flushed or walking funny because her jeans were pressing up against her sore flesh.

“Of course, take all the time you need. I’ll wait for you.” And with one final hug and a kiss to her forehead, Haley left her to herself, and walked downstairs. Punishing his daughter, the apple of his eye, his angel on Earth, was always an ordeal for him as it was for her, but it did her good, and he could see that in her own words. He smiled to himself and waited for her outside the house.

– 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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