As the first shades of Saturday evening fell on the town, Christy Brimley hurried into her house, still flushed with the thrill of the afternoon. She and her best friend Joanna had been walking to the mall earlier, which was their Saturday ritual, when she had found a wallet: a wallet that was stuffed with money. There was no way to tell whose it was... until she started snooping through the hidden pockets, where she found a driver’s license and some credit cards. Still, the thrill of finding several hundred dollars in cash overcame her sense of duty, and the two eager fourteen-year-olds had spent a fun day at the movies and the mall, buying all sorts of fun new jewelry and cool outfits, drinks and candy, CDs and other goodies. She had totally forgotten about where the money had come from by the end of the day, and came home with a new sweater and jeans on, and several packages in hand.

After having spent almost the whole day working in his study, Haley had finally decided to take a small break to clear his mind, and when that happened, he usually took a walk in the warm afternoon breeze. He hadn’t heard from Christy since the late morning, when his daughter and her best friend had gone out, but since it was something usual on Saturdays, he wasn’t worried at all. Right when he was about to go out, though, he saw her come in, a delighted expression painted on her face. He smiled back, but was a bit taken aback at the amount of packages she was carrying... and those weren’t the clothes she had worn that morning.

“Well, hello princess,” he said, meeting her in the foyer and kissing her forehead, which was flushed and warmed by the sun like the rest of her face. “Been shopping, I see......”

Christy wasn’t even thinking about where the money had come from at the time, so caught up in her ecstasy was she. “Yep!” she replied. “Joanna and I had a grrrreat time at the mall!”

Haley nodded, still smiling, but noticing the new sweater and jeans, and also noticing they were not exactly of the cheapest brand in the world. “Well, I guess I should talk to you mother about your allowance... either you’ve been saving a lot recently, or we’ve been spoiling you, ha!”

With that Christy’s heart stopped cold. The wallet! How could she have been so stupid as to flaunt her things so noticeably, and all at once? She hesitated before replying. “No.. no, Dad. You don’t have to talk to her... I... I’d been saving so I could have a really cool day with Joanna...” She prayed that her face betrayed nothing of what had really gone on that day.

There was always something peculiar about Christy’s words. The girl was so emotional and spontaneous in the way she expressed herself that one could say whether she was lying or not even standing miles from her and without binoculars. Haley, then, was very close, and he sure didn’t miss her face going pale and her stuttering, as though she was trying to convince herself of what she was saying, rather than him.

“I see... been saving for months,” he remarked, looking at the Prada bag in her hand.

Christy stood there fidgeting just a little. “Yeah... Joanna too, you know? She and I have, uh, been planning this awhile...” she said with a pathetic, small smile.

“Aha, I understand. Well, good for you girls. Must have taken, what, three hundred dollars at least?” he said with a smile, only half-ironic, looking straight in her eye with a penetrating gaze.

She gulped. Was there any way she was going to get out of this? “Weeeell... there were lots of sales,” she adlibbed, hoping this would suffice.

Haley nodded, and wondered how longer she was going to lie. He knew there must have been some other explanation, didn’t know what and normally would not suspect anything... after a certain age, kids learn to make a good use of their money... but that look on her face was unmistakable. He leant forward, hands on his knees so he was eye-level with Christy.

“Chris: don’t play tricks on me, alright? Tell me how things went. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of if you didn’t do anything wrong, honey...” he said, leaving it at that, silently implying that she had lots to worry if she had done something wrong – anything.

As much as she tried to strengthen her resolve, Chris found it was a failing game. A couple of tears escaped the corner of her right eye, and even though she whisked them away, she was sure her father had seen. She knew it was futile. Somehow her father always managed to find out what was happening, in the end. Trembling slightly, she said:

“Daddy... d-don’t be mad, okay?” Like that would make any difference! But it couldn’t hurt, she thought.

Sighing, Haley took her hand and led her to the living room armchair with him. He sat down and had her sit on his lap, circling her waist with both arms and still looking at her in the eye. He tried to maintain a resolute, firm expression, but without looking too strict. This was one of the hardest parts for him; he knew Christy always studied all of his reactions meticulously, and to even look strict when all he wanted was to hug his princess and smother her with kisses was tough, at times.

“I can’t promise you that, Chris... why don’t you just tell me what’s going on, hmm? Are you alright? Did anything special happen this afternoon?”

Christy hated this. She hated letting her father down. She hated making him think she wasn’t alright. She hated that she was even beginning to hate herself. She was quietly crying by this time, and had to take a second before she could choke out an answer.

“O-on our way to the mall, I found a lady’s purse, Daddy,” she whispered, putting great care in using the word ‘Daddy’ as much as possible, knowing the effect it had on him – not that that would change her fate, of course, but it was still worth a try. “It... well, it had a lot of cash in it. Joanna and I decided to just have fun with the money, so we went to the movies... then shopping. I’m sorry!!!!” By now she was softly sobbing, kicking herself for getting into this mess.

In a way, Haley was relieved. Upon seeing so many expensive items, and knowing, from her reaction, that they hadn’t been bought simply off her and Joanna’s allowances, he had gone through a lot of very little reassuring thoughts... Did they steal any of this stuff? How did they get the money? Are they in some kind of “business” I don’t know of? He knew she, and Joanna too, were good girls, but sometimes he was amazed at the smartness of a teenager’s mind. Nonetheless, this was an explanation, however feeble, and it looked sincere and made sense. Still, it was disappointing.

“Chris...” he started, but there wasn’t much he could say at the moment. “Just... just show me this wallet, if you still have it.”

Well, this wasn’t exactly the big flare-up she was expecting. She sighed, the reached into her purse and pulled out an old, worn, brown leather wallet, and handed it to her father with unconvinced moves. He took it from her hand and opened it. The sack which was supposed to contain the bills only had a couple of 5-dollars ones, probably the remnants of a much larger sun. In the other pockets there was a driving license, an ID and two credit cards... and all of a sudden he was struck by a fearful suspicion.

“Christine Marie Brimley!” he snapped; the tone in his voice and the use of her full name made her sit straighter. “For your own sake, tell me that you did NOT use these credit cards!”

Christy looked at her father in hurt and shock, as though he was nuts or something. “Daddy! No! I would never do that! Please, please believe me! I know what I did was wrong, but... I wouldn’t do THAT!” She started to sob harder now, unsure whether her father would believe her or not.

Haley exhaled. Just as he was sure she was lying, earlier, now he was sure she was telling the truth. Of course, a couple of phone calls to the credit card’s emitting bank would verify that, but he was willing to believe her.

“Okay, I believe you on that... but I want to know, and you’d better have a very convincing explanation, why on Earth you didn’t return this wallet, or take it to me, or to a Police station, when you saw that it had documents and credit cards inside!” he said, almost yelling now.

Christy first felt relief flood through her, but when her father started in with such a raised voice she began trembling violently. He had said that she had better have a convincing explanation, but the truth was, she didn’t have one. Not even an unconvincing one, truth be told. Just none.

“D-daddy, I d-don’t knoooww,” she wailed. There was nothing more to say, from her point of view, she had just done it on a whim, and out of selfishness, but there was no way she was going to tell him that. He would know anyway, she was sure.

“You don’t know??” Haley replied, his own face now flushed with anger. Looking away from Christy, he shook his head and tried to calm down by taking a few deep breaths. He thought that when he was a teenager he would have probably done the same, but this was no excuse at all for such a behaviour. “Listen up, Christine: do you realise that the owner of this wallet has probably reported it missing already?”

When that was said, Christy knew that her bottom was really in for it now. She really hadn’t thought it through; the thought that the owner had already reported it scared her more than she could say. This basically made her a criminal! Sobbing, she just shook her head ‘no,’ wishing there was something she could do to just make this all go away. Something short of a spanking, that is.

Shaking his head, Haley changed position on the armchair and looked straight into her eyes again. “Now:” he said matter-of-factly. “You are forcing me to do something in order to spare you and ourselves legal trouble. We’ll send this wallet by mail, anonymously, right back to its owner, with all the documents and cards, and all the money, that will be taken off your future allowances, AND a long, detailed letter of apology that YOU will write. It’s technically not a crime that you spent the bills as long as you didn’t touch the cards, but you DO know it’s stealing, don’t you? Do you understand what I’m saying, Christine?” He spoke in a harsh tone and was being very firm.

All that money coming out of her allowance? Christy didn’t even want to think about how long it would take to pay that off! Of course, at the moment, she didn’t really have to. There were more serious issues she was going to have to deal with first. She looked back into her father’s eyes, seeing the anger and disappointment in them, which was what was hurting her the most. Finally she managed to get out a weak “yes, sir” of confirmation.

“Very good,” said Haley, giving a firm nod. He had rarely ever been so disappointed in Christy, and it hurt him terribly to see her do such a thing – no matter what the laws said, it was still stealing, and she did know better. She wasn’t a toddler, for Goodness’ sake. He wondered whether that Joanna was a bad influence on her. Not that it mattered at the moment. Feeling sorry for his daughter, but also intentioned to teach her this lesson, he stood her up and stood himself. “Take off all the clothes that you bought with that stolen money, Christine Marie.”

Christy cringed as her father stressed the word ‘stolen’, but most of all, she was really starting to regret having bought brand new panties that day. At least she was wearing her own T-shirt and bra!, and that was a small victory for her modesty. Not that it would save her butt, though. With one last, pleading look at her resolute father she peeled off all the ‘stolen’ clothing, sobbing all the while.

Haley’s face muscles didn’t flex an inch as he stood there and watched his daughter remove all the items of clothing she had bought – or, rather, stolen – that morning. He took them from her hands and placed them on the couch, and when she was down to just her T-shirt and socks, he grabbed her elbow and sat back on the armchair.

“Chris, I really hope you like all the new stuff in those bags and that this was worth it, because you’re in for the spanking of your life.”

The young girl squealed as she felt herself being pulled across her father’s knees. Nothing in her doubted her father’s promise to make it the spanking of her life. She silently prayed that she would be able to take it without too much of a fuss, and waited for it to begin, her heart full of fear and leaden with anxiety.

Without waiting another second, Haley raised his hand and smacked it down on Christy’s bare bottom, leaving a pink hand-print across both of her cheeks. Satisfied by the result, he repeated the smack, and kept them coming down hard, spaced out one or two seconds from one another. She whined slightly at each smack. These were certainly harder than any normal warm-up spanks, but she was determined to take this bravely. She was crying, yes, but softly, to her herself, not crying out. Not yet anyway. Still, she couldn’t help but wish it would soon be over.

Haley didn’t spare himself, and whacked down on her fast-reddening behind again and again, never keeping a regular pattern, but varying intensity and location of the smacks. He wanted to keep this part fairly short, though, so he focused a flurry of hard spanks on her sit-spot, then stopped. By that time, Christy was laying over his lap panting and crying, rather shocked that it was over so quickly, but by no means complaining.

“You’ve done one of the most irresponsible things in your life, Christine,” he said, not willing to show any sympathy, not until the punishment had been carried out thoroughly. “And I don’t want you to EVER even think about doing it again.” With that, he stood her up again, not very gently, but not roughly either, and pointed at the armchair. “Kneel on the seat,” he commanded, as he started to unbuckle his belt.

Christy’s heart felt like a cold hand was crushing the life out of it as she saw him undoing his belt. She backed away from him with tiny steps. “Daddy, please” she pleaded. “Not the belt... please daddy...” She was sobbing uncontrollably by this time, frightened, chilling to the bone.

“I said, kneel on the seat, Chris!” he repeated. He held the thick brown leather belt in one hand, and outstretched the other towards her, for her to grab. He didn’t move or try to reach for her in order not to scare her any more than she already was, but he still kept a resolute look on his face.

For a second she was unsure as what to do, but she finally laid her hand on his, wishing this whole thing was just over. She was scared out of her mind, even as Haley pulled gently on her, and led her small, shaking figure to the armchair.

“Kneel on the seat,” he repeated, in a lower, softer voice, “put your head down and stick your bottom right up, Chris.”

With unsteady moves, she climbed up onto the seat and knelt. She took a few deep breaths before finally bending all the way over and sticking her rear end up. She hoped her father wouldn’t consider that as further disobedience; she just needed to get control of herself before going through with it. She just knelt there, softly sobbing into the cushion.

Haley just stood by the armchair, waiting with patience until she was ready and properly positioned. Again he felt a pang of guilt and something gripping his heart and stomach when he saw her like that, and thinking he was about to whip her oh-so-soundly... but reason had the best of his senses, and he took a firm grip on the belt with his right hand, then moved to Christy’s left. Without saying anything, he raised the instrument and lashed it down with medium force across both of her buttocks with a loud CRACK!

Christy sucked in her breath in surprise. She almost lost her position, but she dug her fingernails into the cushion. She whimpered, but managed, just barely, to keep from yelling out.

Taking a deep breath, Haley said: “Remember, honey... no reaching back, or it will be an extra smack.” And with that he gave her the second lash, more or less on the same spot as the first.

She couldn’t help but think her father was testing her as she let out a loud shriek. She had certainly not been expecting it to land right on top of the first one, and she had to fight to keep her hands on the cushion. She felt herself pushed forward by the strength of the blow and the momentary loss of her balance, but she was quick in regaining what little bit of her position she had lost. Her already sore buttocks were throbbing in the line that had been painted on in red, and she didn’t know how she would manage to get through the whole strapping like this.

Haley noticed how much the punishment was affecting her – Christy didn’t lie when she always said how much he dreaded the belt, and apparently this was true. But he steeled himself and kept landing the lashes on her bare tush, which now sported one quite wide red stripe in the middle.

crack!! crack!! crack!! He started whipping rhythmically and with method, applying the heavy belt to both of her cheeks and to the sit-spot, not sparing a couple of blows here and there to the top of her thighs, where the flesh was the most tender. He lost count after delivering ten smacks, but continued nonetheless.

By this point Christy was practically lost in a delirium. Finally she buckled, nearly hysterical from the pain. “Daddy!!!!!!” she cried broken-heartedly. “Please no more! I learned... I’m sorry... I can’t take it!...”

Perhaps she had had worse spankings in the past, but somehow this seemed like one of the worst. Possibly because it was by the dreaded belt, or perhaps because each and every spanking seems like it’s the worst the moment you’re getting it. But Haley was intentioned not to stop, not for a while at least, and while he decreased the intensity and the frequency of the blows, he kept whipping her bare behind with the belt. Only when he noticed she was starting to grow little welts, especially on the lower portions of her derriere, he thought about stopping soon.

“You CRACK! will CRACK! not CRACK! steal CRACK! again!” crack!! crack!! crack!!

All of Christy’s world was PAIN by this point. She knew that she would never steal again, so why couldn’t it just stop already? It was when he let the next blow land that she really had it. She instinctively reached behind her. At the realization of what she had done she squeezed her eyes shut, drawing her hand back.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, please...” she choked out. Why couldn’t she have just maintained control? she thought bitterly. She had got so far and endured it so well, but the pain had just got so bad it was an irresistible urge! She stayed there, kneeling, and shaking, waiting for the dreaded words that would seal her fate and grant her even harsher punishment.

Haley’s heart really broke at seeing that, for that one blow which had made her reach back was to be the very last of her strapping... but now she still had one to go. He thought it cruel and unnecessary to tell her that, though she would notice herself in a few seconds. But it was best if it was over as soon as possible. Gulping and taking yet another deep breath, Haley said:

“This is for reaching back,” and he raised the belt up way over his shoulder, then cracked it down with mighty force across her bare backside, right in the centre, seeing a white line appear and turn fast into a large, red stripe which immediately grew angry-crimson, almost purple, swollen welts. He stood there, motionless, belt still hanging from his hand, breathing hard, and just waited.

When the lash had landed, Christy had sucked in her breath, then literally screamed. Screamed from physical pain, which was the most she thought she’d ever been in, pain of self-inflicting harm, especially since she now realized that she had already been at the end of her spanking, and pain of anger towards her father. Judging by the pain of that last stroke, not only had he laid it on hard, he had tried to do so, he had wanted to do so. But she had a death grip on the cushion now, and didn’t budge except for her shaking shoulders that were wracked with sobs. Still, she kept screaming until her throat was hoarse and she had to stop, again reduced to just loud sobs and shaking.

Her scream had been ear-splitting, but even more than that, it had been heart-wrenching. Haley foresaw a whole new series of questions and doubts about whether that was the right way to raise his daughter, but he was able to cast them aside for the moment. Dropping the belt on the living room table, he approached the shaking, sobbing child and rubbed her back with his hand. He was insecure as to what to do... he wanted to hug her tight and kiss her, but didn’t know how she would react to cuddling in such a frame, so he just waited for her to make the next move.

Christy had first jerked at his touch, the slowly relaxed into it. She was angry, yes, but more than that, she was a hurting, lonely child who wanted to be comforted. She hesitated for a minute, but finally reached her left arm out to her dad. She didn’t trust herself to do much more, and prayed he would take the hint and just love her. And sure enough, Haley took her trembling hand and pulled gently, hugging her body tight to his, and lifting her up like he used to when she was a baby. Supporting her under the thighs – trying to avoid touching her bottom – he let her cling to him and kissed her head and hair as she sobbed desperately.

They stood like that, near the armchair, and it took her several minutes before she could even choke out anything, she was in so much agony, but of course the time came when she could.

“Daddy... I... I’m so sorry I... ooh... t-that I made you so mad... I’m so sorry I did... I did it... I’m so sorry...” It was all she could keep repeating, there were just those words in her mind: ‘I’m so sorry’. Later on there’d be time to talk more in-depth, but now this was all she could come up with, and it reflected what she was feeling.

“Shh shh baby, it’s alright... don’t worry... it’s over, just cry it all out, don’t hold back...” He spoke soft words into her ear, trying to sound as soothing as he could, and felt his own anger and disappointment being flushed away by the warm cuddling. He thoroughly enjoyed these moments of closeness, which were very frequent since they were all very cuddly and touchy in the family, even though the most intense and memorable, like this one, usually came after a punishment.

“I know you’re sorry and won’t do it again, don’t worry... you’re a good girl, sweetheart.”

And so cry it out she did. Nothing could hold back the flood of tears that came pouring out in huge sobs. After many minutes of just being held, cuddling with her father, feeling warm and safe again, she finally started to calm down, the sobs turning into just the occasional trickling tear. All Haley had done in those minutes had been clinging to her, with the same determination she had clung to him. He needed that hug as much as she did, though he would not confess this to her, just as he would not confess that he was on the verge of tears as well.

“Better now?” he said as she quietly stopped crying.

She nodded in silence, but was afraid that he was going to follow this up with some further punishment. He sat down on the armchair, still holding her now tense body, waiting for him to speak.

“That’s alright sweetheart,” he said. “It’s over now... you only need to write that letter, and then we’re walking to the post office together, hmm?” he said, trying to make it sound like a cool thing.

Christy let out a sigh of relief. She was going to get up, but she stopped. “Daddy?” she asked in a nervous, cracking voice still shaken by tears.

“Yes, honey?” he said, taking a straw of hair off her sweaty forehead and drying her wet cheeks.

She was embarrassed to ask this, but she felt she just needed to know. “Why did I make you so angry when I reached back today? I’ve done that before, and you never hit that hard...” She looked away, a little apprehensive, and clearly embarrassed to be asking the question.

Haley was taken aback at such a question, and for a while he didn’t know what to say in reply. “Was... was it that hard?” he asked, knowing he was sounding dumb, but not able to help it.

Christy looked at him in shock. That certainly wasn’t the answer she was expecting! “Yeah, it was, Daddy,” she said slowly. “I’ve never felt anything like it before.” She began to cry softly again, hating to even mention that.

Again he shook his head. “Chris... if that was the feeling... I’m sorry... I just meant for it to be a firm reminder, I didn’t mean to whip that hard.”

Christy took a minute to absorb the shock of what her father had just said. It seemed to her like he could have told that his lash had affected her so, but she supposed that what counted was that it wasn’t intentional.

“It... it’s okay then, I guess,” she said, deliberately slowly. “I... I just thought you were really angry... and I wanted to know why. I’m just glad you weren’t...” She still couldn’t quite make eye contact yet, though.

“I wasn’t angry, and I’m not angry,” Haley said, still caressing her hair. “I was upset, and disappointed. There is a difference. And though I did mean for it to be hard, I didn’t want you to feel it the way you did... sorry, baby, you alright?” He truly felt sorry, inside, not for the thing itself – again, he needed to be strict and he had been so – but for the message that it might have conveyed.

She nodded, her eyes squinched up tight against the tears. “It just scared me a little,” she choked out. “I wasn’t expecting something like that. But... but I’m okay.” She wiped a few tears from her eyes and face, just glad that things were getting back to normal.

He held on to her tight, rocking her a bit like he did when she was little. “Then I apologise if it did... just... don’t do that again, okay sweetheart? I know it’s hard, and that you do try so hard, but don’t reach back. It’s not just a cruel diktat, it’s for your safety, alright?” Haley sensed her body relaxing against his, minute after minute, and quietened down himself.

Chris nodded in response to her father’s words, allowing herself to be taken in by the gentle, comforting rocking motion. A few minutes later she swallowed, then spoke:

“Thanks, Daddy.”

The tone conveyed an array of meanings, from ‘thanks for clearing that up’ to ‘thanks for just comforting me.’ She knew she could always count on her father to do what was right, even if it sometimes took giving him a nudge in the right direction, like it had that afternoon. On his end, Haley kissed her sweaty forehead and rubbed her back, then broke their hug and gave her a feeble smile. He realised again that he loved her more than anything, and despite it hurt him to do what he did, he understood it was necessary, at times, and was glad she came to understanding that as well.

“How about we take care of the apology note and the wallet, hmm? So then you can go and take a bath, I’m sure you want a nice soothing one,” he offered with a soft voice.

The young teen sighed. She would much prefer to skip that in-between part and get a bath right away, but she knew that there would be no getting out of it, and there was no way she wanted to upset her father yet again!, so she sighed and gave a weak: “yes sir.”

“That’s my Chris,” he smiled.

Kissing her again, he lifted her up and set her on the ground, and offered his hand for her to grab. Together they walked to the girl’s bedroom, where Haley took Christy’s chair out from under the desk and motioned her over. She gulped as she looked at her hard chair. Her bottom hurt more today than she could remember it having hurt in a long, long time, and just the look of the hard wood renewed the fierce pain. She gave her father a longing look, hoping for some sort of a miracle.

As much as he hated to do that – though surely not much as she was hating it, of course: he still did have the easy part to deal with – Haley shook his head and said: “No Chris. You know the drill. Bare bottom on the chair, and here are the sheets and the pen. I want at least 300 words, okay?” he added as he took the wallet from his pocket and placed it on the table aside the paper sheets, where she could see it and remember it.

Upon his insistence, she let out a sigh, though not a huffy one. She dragged her feet over to the chair, holding back for a second before she could get up the nerve to put any weight on her welted backside. Finally she mustered up her courage and eased herself down as gently as she could. It still hurt beyond belief and she couldn’t help but let out a yelp.

“Owieeee...” she whined, a tear escaping the corner of her right eye already. She tried shifting positions, leaning forward or backward, but it seemed there was no space left untouched by that belt. Finally she just got down to the business of writing the letter of apology.

All the while she was writing, Haley paced the room back and forth, tidying those few clothes which were out of order, re-arranging her stuffed animals, sometimes looking over her shoulder to see how it was coming along. It broke his heart when he heard she was starting to cry again, but he knew it was an indicator that the lesson was sinking in, and that was good. By the end, not twenty minutes later, Christy was weeping softly, yet steadily. It was tears from the pain, but also from the reinforcement of the difficult lesson.

At last she presented the letter to her father, and he took it from her hands and read it through...

“Dear Mrs. Smith,

my name is Christine Marie, and I am fourteen years old. My best friend and I have found your wallet this morning, Saturday, on Sunset Drive, and we used all the cash it held to have fun and buy ourselves drinks, tickets for the movies, various clothes, jewelry, CDs, magazines and such. We ignored your credit cards and documents, though.

When I was back home, my father and I discussed what I did, and I realised my huge mistake. I am aware that, to the law, I did not technically ‘steal’, but I sure do feel like I did, and that makes me feel bad. Please, know that I’m so very sorry for this, and not only for the spanking I just got.

Yes ma’am, a spanking. We may live in the 21st century but my mother and father believe in old-fashioned discipline and they love me very much; so, after we discussed it through, my Dad took the belt to me for what I had done. I am currently writing this letter of apology to you while sitting on my bare bottom, only a few minutes after the end of my spanking, and I can assure you it is NOT fun. I feel like I’ve been punished enough, and even though it was my father to make me write this letter, I assure you it is heartfelt, because I’m really so sorry for what I did. Please believe me!

We shall wrap this note and the wallet with all your documents and cards and ship it tomorrow as a first thing. If you’re reading this it means you already have it in your hands, so you see that it all the money I stole is back along with the rest. I got to keep my new clothes and stuff, yeah, but it cost me a hard spanking, and nearly six months of allowance. But I do deserve it, I know.

Thank you for understanding, Mrs. Smith. Again, I apologise for the incident.

All the best,

Christine.”                

Neat, polite, simple. Not sassy at all. It couldn’t have been better. Haley just could not have been prouder of her at the moment, and he made no effort to hide that:

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. We’ll send it tomorrow morning... and you can go have a bath now.”

The first thing Chris did was stand up, but an immediate second thing was to throw her skinny arms around his waist: “Thanks again,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his shirt.

This took Haley totally by surprise, and as he hugged her back – and saw the nasty welts on her bummy, which were not a nice sight now – he asked: “What for, honey?”

“For caring,” she said simply.

Again, this covered a range of emotions, most of which she didn’t completely understand herself, so she left it at that, praying he wouldn’t ask for more clarification. That was actually only a little below what he could bear, and he clung to her like she was clinging to him.

“I’ll always care, and you’ll always be my little one,” he whispered.

He hoped that got to her as loving and reassuring and not as preaching, because that wasn’t the intent. What he didn’t know was that when she was so emotionally worked up, there was no way she could mistake that as preaching. It just felt good. She hugged him tight a minute or so more, then finally detached. She gave him a small smile then left to go run the warm water for a nice, soothing bubble bath.

Turning the letter into his hands, Haley wondered what he’d done to deserve such a beautiful and intelligent girl as a daughter. Shaking his head, he folded the signed letter and stuffed it into the wallet, then walked out of his daughter’s room, still smiling.

– The End –

Wanna read how this story really ends? Then click here for the deleted scenes! hehe

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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